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A TRADE WITH NO PROFIT. (Man Who Gave Up Being a Cooper for Railroading. * “ye been in this job eight years,” Bail a guard on an “L” train the other day, “and I like it pretty well. I had Jearned what I thought was a good. ‘ade, but found I couldn’t get any work at it, so I went to railroading.” “What trade was that?’ inquired the man who had preferred the brisk air on the platform to standing room ine the crowded car. “I was a cooper,” said the guard, aa made good wages when I could get ‘work. But the bottom dropped out— bags did it—and here I am, putting in ten hours a day, keeping a lot of or- nery people from kicking over the traces.” “Bags?” queried the listener. » Sure, ” said the guard. “My: work was mostly making flour barrels. Then they got to using bags—found ’em more convenient and cheaper—and the coopers were down and out. Now barrels are used only for liquid and td e@ certain extent for sugar. The man that got up the idea of using bags. made money, but he put a lot of will- ing workers at the cooper trade on the waiting list for jobs. But I might do worse—this is better than running a gurface car, anyhow. Forty-secorid etreet—Grand Central depot.”—New York Mail and Express. Few Old Men Can Say This. Lakefield ,Minn., Feb. 2d—Wm. E. | Gentry of this place makes the follow- ing statement: “For over forty years I suffered with misery in my back and at time: could not pass water without great pain and a burning sensation. I have had to make water as often as sixteen times during one night—just a little atatime. I tried many kinds of kid- mney medicines, but all without any good result, until at last I tried Dodd’s Kidney Pills, and my pains are all gone.” “I took six boxes and I am cured completely. I am 77 years of age and I feel better now than I have for over fifty years and I attribute it at to Dodd's Kidney Pills.” Dodd’s Kidney Pills have made some remarkable cures in this part of the #tate, and many old men and women are praising them highly as a ¢ure for lame back, kidney and bladder trou- bles. Wisdom of Age. Bess (sweet sixteen)—Did you no- tice what a knightly air Mr. Dashing has? Aunt Mary (of more age)—Yes— sort of an up-all-nightly air, as it were.—Chicago News. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Rasmus P. Anderson, St. Paul, Minn., veneering for walls and ceilings; Ed- ward Arsneau ,Duluth, Minn., derrick; Arthur Baughman, Jackson, Minn., | tcoop; Spencer Davis, Minneapolis, Minn., disk drill; G. H. Evans, assign- pr to American Hoist and Derrick company; derrick cableway; Joseph Yohnson, Minneapolis, Minn., water purifier; Levi Thortvedt, Glyndon, Minn., seed cleaner for grain sepa- ators. Lothrop and Johnson, patent attorneys, 911 @i2 Pioneer Press Bldg.. St. Paul, Minn. Throbs. Tit’s an ill wind that doesn’t get weli. ‘An Englishman could see a joke if “be only knew it when he saw it. Some people are so sour that they “turn even the milk of human kindness. History repeats itself. After-dinner ‘umorists are not particular whom they repeat.—New York Sun. Catarrh Cannot Be Cured with LOCAL APPLICATIONS, as they cannot reach the seat of the disease. Catarrh is a blood or constitutional disease, and in order to * ure it you must take internal remedies. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally, and acts fiirectly on the blood and mucous surfaces. ‘all's Catarrh Cure is not a quack medicine. ‘t was prescribed by one of the best physicians in this country for years, and is a regular pre- ription. It is composed of the best tonics nown, combined with the best blood purifiers, acting directly on the mucous surfaces. 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The preliminary survey that is always tak- en directly a murder is suspected has been peculiarly lacking in anything that can enlighten us .We are, in fact, as much in the dark ag it is possible | to be. Plainly, a man has been killed —that’s all we know. I hope you will bear in mind that it is your duty to an- swer me fully, and that any prevarica- {tion or concealment, however slight, might mislead in a way fatal to the search for the guilty person or per- sons.” | Again Julia bowed, this time very: | coldly. “Here’s a hard case to examine,” j thought the man, looking at the beauti- ful face before him as if he would like to read its secret. He kne wthat he should learn here only what she chose to have him know of her brother’s life. The detective who had been put upon the case began to think he would find \it a more tangled one than he had at |first expected. He saw directly that ‘this woman had something to conceal, ‘and he wished to know everything. He sat silent for a few minutes, not, apparently, looking at her, but still seeing her. That told him that she | was not mourning very severely for her brother. “Did your brother live here?” he asked, at last. “No,” replied Julia. “Since when?” “Not for many years—not since he became a man,” “He was wealthy?” “My father was.” “But your brother was not?” “Much of the property, was lost dur- ing my father’s life, and Ralph soon made away with the rest—that is, near- ; ly all of it,” “Did your brother ever enter any business?” “Yes.” Julia was by no means expansive; she replied, and that was nearly all. _|The man felt impatient enough with her to have boxed her ears or have shaken her well. He must get at something that would give him some correct idea of Ralph Caryl’s life. The nhe would be in a po- j Bition to know the young man’s associ- |ates, friends and habits. “Where?” he next asked. “In Boston.” “In what kind of business?” “In a commission house.” “What firm?” “Really, I do not remember.” The detective looked calm, but it was with difficulty that he restrained a movement of impatience. However, he could find out the firm, but this was the easiest way of doing it, if only she chose to tell him. ~ “Do you happen to remember low long ago it was that he entered busi- ness?” “About three years ago, I should think.” “Did he work in that way long”?” “Only a few months.” “And since then?” “When he left that firm he went to Europe. He has been there ever since until he returned, a short time ago.” “Do you know why he left?” “No. I never knew much of my brother’s affairs.” “Apparently not, indeed. Still, you have been with him at the shore some- where of late, have you not?” Now Julia inwardly trembled. She did not intend, of course, that this man should discover anything of the real } reason that had sent him to the shore, but she was almost convinced he would probe all her secrets; his pale- gray eyes never left her face; but there was not the slightest expression: in them. She began to writhe under their gaze, though she concealed her fear. “Yes,” was the guarded reply. “When he came back from Europe, he came home here, and asked me to spend a few weeks at the shore with him.” , “And yet, from your words, I gather that you are far from intimate with your brother—that you had very little to do with him. Was it not rather pe- culiar that he should invite you thus?” “Perhaps it was. I only know that he did it, and I went.” “To what place?” Julia told it, and the man made a note of it. “Did he go merely for pleasure, or had he some other object?” “T don’t know; apparently for pleas- ure.” The detective had not intended there should be a hostile feeling during these questions; but Julia had introduced that element. He had come to the place, expecting to be aided in his in- quiries, rather than obstructed. It was almost always the case that the |friends of a murdered person wished the guilty brought to punishment. Evidently this woman, for some rea- son, would rather let the gatter rest. Investigation, plainly, wotld not be pleasant to this family. He must find ‘Pa , out something of Caryl’s antecedents, or, in the darkness of the case now he eyuld not go to work. But obstacles were an incentive to Henry Loud. They spurred him on fo greater action. “Then you Know of no particular thing that called him to the shore?” | Julia looked full at her questioner, and lied, ‘ “No,” she said. “And you don’t know why he went to Boston that day?” “No; in fact, I did not know he had gone until afterward. If you have ob- served people sir, you will know that brothers—cven affectionate ones—do not always tell their sisters where they go, or why.” “Very true. Plainly, this is a case where a brother was extremely reti- cent. Allow me’ to say, Miss Caryl, that, by your answers, you have made the work of finding the murderer of your brother somewhat more difficult than if you had been ordinarily frank. Nevertheless, I shall, doubtless, suc ceed, although you do not wish me success. Good-morning,” Julia stood for some moments in the position in which Henry Loud had left her. It was partially true what-he had said. She would prefer that the guilty one never was found, if the al- ternative must be the revealing of the life of the Caryls for the past few years “That man suspects I know not what,” she whispered, walking up and down the room “Yes, Ralph’s death has served us even worse than his life has. I would give a great deal to know how he came to his end. But the knowing will not bring him to life; it will publish all his misdeeds to the world, and we have managed to keep a rather fair name However, I shall not help matters any. They may send their detectives to me, but I have wit enough for them. Will they find out why Ralph and I went down to the shore? No; I challenge them to do it; and if they don’t, then I am safe from their busy tongues,” With this decision she went up to her mother’s room. Mrs. Caryl was really ill. The shock and the grief had prostrated her. As Julia sat down by her bedside, she thought it would be very convenient if her mother should remain too ill to be seen until the investigation\ were over; for Mrs. Caryl was a simple, un- suspicious woman, who would not know what to tell . “Yes,” thought Julia, “my mother must not, apparently,,recover at pres- ent. If I am her nurse, I can arrange matters, Meanwhile,” and a dark cloud came to her eyes—“meanwhile, I am leaving Dick Burt to the charms of Kate Purcell. But I do not give him up.” The officer when he left the home, did not directly leave the place. He sauntered about the neglected grounds, noting how the mark of poverty was on the fine old country-seat. “Plainly this Ralph Caryl has had very odd places in his life,” he was thinking, “and the Caryls of Caryl- ville, in the person of Miss. Julia Caryl, would prefer to keep the thing dark. Now, I don’t intend it shall be kept so.” “IT seem to have arrived at nothing as yet beyond the mere fact that Miss Caryl would like to hush up the affair, and that only tells me that I have a hard case. I wish I could have seen the mother; but Miss Julia does not mean I shall. However, if it’s neces- sary, I will see her. Now for this place at the shore. Something must be revealed ‘there that will set me on some kind of a track.” He hurried to the station, and caught the train for Boston. He sat in a deep study all the way down to the city. He had been put on to the case two days before. He had made strictest examination of the spot where the crime had been committed. He knew everything of the manner in which the shot had acted—frightfully disfiguring the face, so that it was nobody’s face —so tat it could not be told. The shot must have been fired with- in a few feet of the victim, and from a gun. This much the detective knew, but the place of the murder had refused to give up any of its secrets. It was a spot sufficiently frequented to show many marks of feet, but they were the tracks of different _ people, and from them—though he had care- fully examined them—he could learn nothing. Arrived in Boston, he went to head- quarters. “T have nothing to report,” he said. The officer in charge looked up in some surprise. Loud was usually very quick at finding a clue. “You have your theory, I suppose?” “No, not even a theory.” “Indeed! Is this going to be one of the mysterious cases?” “I’m afraid it is. But I hope to get my finger on a clue before I sleep. I am going down to Colton to-night.” “That’s that place on the south shore?” “Yes. If I don’t get any light there, I believe I'll throw up my position.” “Pshaw! Henry Loud throw up his position! What should we do? You are blue to-night, Loud.” : “Tam exasperated. Telegraph me at Colton, if you happen to learn any- thing.” And Loud left the office. It was just before sunset that the detective alighted from the depot car- riage near the little clump of fisher- men’s houses. As he looked about the place his first thought was: “A very odd spot for a woman like Miss Caryl to care to stay in. That brother and sister were furthering some scheme, I'll bet my life on it!” He was determined to address the first person he met, knowing that two people like Ralph Caryl and his sister must be well known. His spirits rose as he walked. gazing about him, as any chance visitor might do. In front of him slouched leisurely along a man in a red shirt, his hands thrust deep into his pockets. He had stopped to examine the new comer and to light his pipe, and was now going down toward the river . Loud quickened his pace and over- took the man, saying: ; "you have oon fishing doen here, | don't you?” “Toller’ble—too many perch, though. aN teller gits awful sick of haulin’ them in. An’ then, the skunnin’ o’ them is too tough. Come down to fish, eh?” “Yes. I wanted to get a day’s rest from the store; so I came down here.” “Better hire my boat, then. I let ii as cheap as anybody.” “['ll take it to-morrow, then—and hooks and lines?” “Plenty. And cod lines, too. Ef ye go out far enough, ye can ketch cod, ye know, and sich.” Loud saw that the man was talkative. He drew out a cigar case and said: “Here's a cigar that I'll wager is bet- ter than your pipe. Will you try it?” When the man had lit it, he said, eager to tell something new: “P’r’aps you ain’t heard about that Caryl murder?” Loud pricked up his ears. “Caryl! Yes, I did see it in the pa- pers. Have they found out anything about it yet?” “Don’t know. Caryl was a mighty pleasant feller to see—free and easy, and not above a feller.” “Bless me! Was it Colton where he was staying?” “Cartain—this is the place! He boarded up there at that house on the hill,” pointing; “and I always had a kind o’ notion that he was sweet on Purcell’s daughter, an’ you can’t get me off it.” Loud began to think he should soon have a theory of the affair now. There was a woman in it, then. Of course there was—he might have known that. “Didn’t other folks think so?” asked Loud. “Don’t know I mentioned my s’pic- ions one time to Burt, and he was mad as thunder; he wanted her himself. Burt’s been courtin’ her this long time, but somehow she don’t take to him. She’s a lady, if she does live in that little house, and cook and scrub.” Loud was getting excited now. Did Caryl have a rival in this Burt? He was beginning to see light . “Who is Burt?” he inquired. “T don’t exactly know, though he’s been here, off’n on for a number 0’ year. He’s the only one that knew Caryl when he came here, but it’s my mind that he was never exactly suited to have him here, and he was plaguéd if I joked him ’bout being cut out with Kate by his friend, and once he saia, ‘he’s no friend o’ mine.’” Loud’s eyes sparkled. Was this the clue—the same jealousy which will cause so many crimes as long as the world stands? Already, in the detective’s eyes, this Burt was the guilty one. He had found his theory and was working it out in his own mind. He was silent, not having decided what questions to ask next, when his companion gave a short sigh and said: “I told Burt yisterd’y ’twas lucky he could prove an alliby, or he might git nabbed for this scrape of Caryl’s.” “An alibi!” repeated Loud, his theo- ry falling to pieces. “How’s that?” “Why, Burt was out fishin’ all night with me the night Caryl was killed.” “Then he is safe enough from suspi- cion.” “Sartain. Otherwise he might be ’spected, you know, bein’ a rival, or somethin’ o’ that sort. My wife, she has her queer notions, and she’s been into Purcell’s consid’able these last weeks, since Rothesay’s been sick there, you know. She says if Caryl, or Burt, or anybody’s going to be jealous about Kate, they’d better be jealous o’ that Rothesay. She says she’s watched him, and in spite of all the stories “bout his goin’ to be married, it’s Kate Purcell that Rothesay loves.” And the man smoked on in great complacency, thinking of his wife’s su- perior discernment . Loud listened, seeing that the case was getting more complicated than he had foreseen even. He took it for granted that the man told the truth about Burt’s being out fishing all night on the night of the murder. “Is this Rothesay a fisherman here?” he asked. “Lord bless you, no!” Then followed a detailed account of how Rothesay had come to Colton and his illness. “They say,” the man_ continued, “that Rothesay didn’t see Caryl all the time the man was here sick; only at the depot, when they had that row. Thunder! I never saw anything done so quick as Rothesay gave the lick across Caryl’s face. You see, I hap- pened to be on the platform; Rothesay was white as a ghost, and didn’t look as if he had the strength of a flea.” Then followed a garrulous account of the encounter at the railroad sta- tion, to which the detective listened with intense interest. It was very plain to be seen that Rothesay and Caryl, for some reason, were bitter enemies. Was Rothesay the guilty one?—or could he, also, prove an alibi? Loud found himself more interested in the case than in any he had worked upon for years, but he sat, quite stolid- appearing, only making remarks now and then, to keep the man talking. “Was Rothesay in love with Kate, also?” he asked. “That’s what my woman thinks’ I told ye. But I don’t myself believe that that’s what they quarreled about, though it might be, in course. I heerd the words as passed between ‘em, an’ when Caryl, in a powerful sneerin’ manner asked somethin’ about the other’s sister, then—gosh!—didn’t the sick man’s arm fiy out! Land! and didn’t the blood spurt from Caryl’s nose! and for an instant, I vow, I thought they’d pitch into each other and have it out. But the train came along, and that’s the end of it.” “Odd, wasn’t it?” responded Loud, leisurely taking his cigar from his mouth and blowing a cloud of smoke away. ‘Where is Rothesay now?” Gone to Philadelphy, I calc’late. That’s where they said he was goin’, an’ where his gal lived as he was to marry. He’s left his horse nere; they are keep’ on it up ter Joneses.” “Rather a mess he made of it, if he was engaged to marry one woman and fell in love with another, eh?” eaid Loud. The man grinned and winked. ‘-Tain’t the first time such a thing has been done. But I'll bet that Roth- esay was an honor’ble feller. Me looked it, ef you can tell a thing by a man’s phiz.” After a little more talk, Loud be- came assured that he had gained all he could from that ae and he was yery curious to see tke: girl catlea Kate Puree! “You think I can get lodg2d at that from his seatin the end. . “Oh, yes, for sartain! Mis’ Blanch- ard she takes boarders, for her hi band ain’t much of a feller fer a liv! That’s where Caryl an’ his sister siop- ped, as I told ye.” After some more words, Loud sue- ceeded in shaking off his companion, and sauntered on by the little brown house which had been pointed ou to him as Purcell’s. he had been talking was watching him, so he went directly to “Mis’ Blanchard’s” and engaged a'room for the night. As he turned away from the house, ‘t had become quite dark, and he walked quickly down the hil toward Purcell’s, The night was very close and sultry, and all of the inhabitants seemed to be out on the beach, or sitting outside their doors, He could see their figures moving about, but the clouds and fog made it so very dark that he could not tell whether the figures were men or wo- men. The house’ which he believed to be Purceill’s was entirely dark, amd he was standing still, hesitating whether to knock or wait and see if someone approached, when a figure did come near—a woman, as he saw at last. He spoke at once. “Does Miss Purcell live here?” “That is my name, and I live here,” was the unexpected reply. (To be Continued.) REDUCED TO POVERTY. Russell Sage’s Witticism, Told by J. Pierpont Morgan’s Partner. Not long ago, George W. Perkins, J. Pierpont Morgan’s partner, noticed the aged Russell Sage poking his cane about in the gutter at the corner of Broad and Wall streets. 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During the interval they tried many expedients to while away the time, and among them each was to signify his favorite poet and poem. When it came Reed’ sturn, he said: “Well, I think I like best that fellow Gray, and his ‘Ode on a Distant Pros- pect of Eat’n.” ’—New York Times. Other Things Didn’t Matter. Judge—Am I to understand, madam, that you want to withdraw your suit for divorce? Woman—Yes, y’r honor. “But you have charged that your husband neglected you, starved you, and maltreated you most shamefully.” “If you please, sir, I have just found out that the young woman I saw him with last week was his sister.”—Ex- change. The Reporters Fixed Him. Speaking of his Klondike experienc- es, Joaquin Miller says: “I didn’t mind the weather at all. But the reporters had me frozen when- ever they felt like it. One of them asked me if I had any regret about go- ing there. 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