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ee | a His Interest. “You may not believe it,” said the Standard Oil magnate, “but I really do love the poor. I’m always glad to see them and do what I can to add—” “To their numbers,” interrupted the man with the cold gray eye. “Yes, we all give you credit for that.”—Catholic Standard and Times. Starz OF On10, City oF ToxEDo, Lecas County. tos. Frank J. Cueney makes oath that he is sentor of the firm of F, J. Cuenzy & Co., doing the City of Toledo, County and State ind that said firm will pay the sum of RED DOLLARS for each and every ATARRM that cannot be cured by the use of CaTanRn CURE. FRANK J. CHENEY. Sworn to before me and s bed in my pres ence, this 6th day of Decembe “ A, LEASON, t {eran Bbtarscls | Notary Pusuic. EB ® Catarrh Cure fs taken internally and acts Girectly on the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. Send for testimontals. free. i F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toleco, O, fold by all Druggie ‘Take Hal's Family i} ‘ills for constipation. MEN AS WASHERWOMEN, Are Employed as Ironers, and Even at Tubs in Laundries. “T have observed with interest,” said a visitor to New York, “that men are employed to work in many of the laun- cries. I see thém ironing and even washing at the tubs. Anyway, it ought to provide some occupation for the su- perfiuous husband who has been for sO many years attached to the city dries. So long as I remember, the hing has been done by some over- ed, red-faced woman, while the d sat in the background and ked cigars. Not infrequently he layed some sort of part in the poli- tics of his district, and he was certain under any circumstances to be popular in the society that gathered in the sa- loon at the corner. But his wife al- ways remained red-faced over the irons or the washtubs under his pa- tronizing gaze and in the cloud of his igar smoke. Now that men are do ing manual work in the laundries, there ought to be some more practical ation for the laundry husbands.” York Sun. SAVED CHILD'S LIFE. Remarkable Cure of Dropsy by Dodd’s Kidney Pills. Sedgwick., Ark., July 11—The case f W. S. Taylor’s little son is looked those interested in medical ters as one of the most wonderful n record. In this connection his r makes the following statement: st September my little boy had Dropsy; his feet and limbs were swollen to such an extent that he not walk nor put his shoes on. treatment that the doctors were ng him seemed to do him no good two or three people said his days hort; even the doctors, two of in the country, told me he i not get better. I stopped their ine and at once sent for Dodd’s Pills. I gave him three Pills one morning, noon and night cht days; at the end of the the swelling was all gone, but to give the medicine justice I gave him eleven more Pills. I used thirty-five Pills in all and he was en- tirely cured. I consider your medicine saved my child’s life. When the thir- ty-five Pills were given him he could run, dance and sing, whereas before he was an invalid in bis mother’s arms from morning until] night.” © ™ < { I cou The idney for € eighth Expert Testimony. Doctor—I found the patient to be suffering from an abrasion of the cuti- cle, tumefaction, ecchymosis, and ex- sation in the integument and cell- lar tissue about the left orbit. jige—You mean he had a black Doctor—Yes.—London Tit-Bits, PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Nat Brown, Robinsdale, Minn., draft hanism for traction sleds; Frank on, Valley City, N. D., window protector; Frederich Hachmann, St. Paul, Minn., fishline float; Roy Ma- goon, Graceville, Minn., guard for den- tal tools; Joseph Offermann, Minneap- olis, Minn., folding square; Gustave Overstrom, Anaconda, Mont., concen- table; Vidoeq Owen, Adrian, eroscopic apparatus. Johnson, patent lawyers, 911 er Press Bldg., St. Paul. trat Minn., Righted a Wrong. suppose your gas bill is simply outrageous?” sneered the manager of the gas company before the visitor had a chance to speak. “You don’t do justice to the Dill,” replied the visitor, smilingly. “Suffice it to say that after perusing the state- ment I immediately hastened to the plumber, who made the connections and apologized.”—Puck. This Will Interest Mothers. Mother Gray’s Sweet Powders for Chil- used by Mother Gray, a nurse in n’s Home, New York, Cure Fever- s. Bad Stomach, Teething Disorders, ve and regulate the bowels and destroy 1s. Sold by all Druggists, 25¢. Sample Address A. S. Olmsted, LeRoy.N.Y. To Change Complexion. She—That new boarder who came to-day has a beautiful olive complex: ion. He—Well, after she’s been here a few weeks I guess she’ll have a prune complexion.—Yonkers Statesman, When He Saw Things. Bellboy—Gent in 68 wants another highball. Clerk—Gee, he’s had twenty. Bellboy—He says this one’s for thei gnake.—Cornell Widow. No man can break a girl’s heart as easily as some other man can repair Before me in its beauty lies the prairie, And the cloud above a swiftly passing train, - The trees upon the distant hills are wav- ine. A svsrumer haze is resting on the plain; Yet memory recalls a fairer valley, And 4 spot within it dearer far to me, A grassy knoll beside a winding river. Wie a little old log cabin used to be. When daylight dies behind the distant mountain, And the mist has hid the valley from my sight, Then memory returns to scenes of child- ood, Re ba life’s summer morning siteds its light, The sunlight glimmers out upon the wa- ter, Where, undisturbed, the minnows sport- ed free; The dreamy years but added to their umber, whttre the little old log cabin used to ea. The world, to us, was bounded by the forest, That stretched away, little where; J “ The winter but foretold- a brighter sea- son When roses gave their fragrance to the air. In spring there came the children’s songs and laughter, The squirrel scampered up the nearest tree 4 And chattered to the wildly barking col- lie, Where the little old log cabin used to be. we recked but The bob-o-link, above the clover blos- soms, Sang o’er again his song of summer joys; And “Bob White,’ from his perch be- side the meadow, Kept watch upon the collie, and the boys. Along the crooked pathway to the river, The Bs aa blue-bird and the chick- a-dee Flew ‘in and out among the ferns and willows, Where the little old log cabin used to be. The timid deer looked in across the wheat field, 5 The partridge hid her fledglings in the brush, The voice of Robin Redbreast, in the or- chazd, Was mingled with the singing of the thrush; i The crow and marten quarreled o’er the clearing, We wondered why they never could agree— The hardest problem of our early child- ood, Where the little old log cabin used to be. The silent Indian glanced within the doorway; His squaw laid down her burdén in the grass, And, A o'er her gaily colored bas- ets, How quickly would a summer evening pass. The twain enjoyed the white man’s ample supper; A breeze came in across the distant lea; The latchstring disappe@red, the day was over, Where the little old log cabin used to be. The far off whip-poor-will commented his music, The cricket joined the evening sere- nade. . The a ee glistened on the leafy ma- ple And in and out among its branches played; The night wind stirred the vines around the window And whispered in its dreamy lullaby, While all within was wrapped in peace- ful slumber gil the little old log cabin used to e. When the fitful dream of this short life ov we lay its burdens down, we ware for earthly fame or glory? / What matter if the people cheer or frown? Leave what remains of this old, worn- out body High on a mountain top, or in the sea, But let my longing spirit once more wan- der Where the little old log cabin used to be. Aye, let the daisies blossom by the river, ‘rhe, fragrant lilies deck its quiet breast, nt maple shape the humble door- ay, y wanderer to rest. p panting collie sit beside me, ten to the shouts of childish a on life’s pathway lies my And 1 i gle For backy heay Where the little old log cabin used to be. —Albert Greenwood. Ordinarily no man is rich enough to escape that certain sense of elation which comes from picking up a nickel on a sidewalk; but when a railway postal clerk finds such a coin in a mail pouch where it has worked out from insufficient wrappings, not only does he miss this elation, but it may provoke profanity. For a nickel lost in a pouch of mail in transit becomes a matter for na- tional concern. It comes to view, perhaps, just as a pouch of mail is emptied upon a sorting table; and when it has broken away from the bunch of letters and cards and circu- lars, rolled to an open space on the table, and there settled down, heads or tails, with a noisy spinning dance, the clerk who first sees it is “it.” A necromancer could have no more idea than the man in the moon as to what particular package it rolled out of, and if he had and should tell the postal clerk, the clerk wouldn’t dare try to restore the coin to the original package. That would be too easy altogether. No, it is a lost nickel from the mo- ment the clerk has to see it spin- ning there before his eyes; and ac- cording to the tender governmental | being conscience the clerk has to get ready for the inauguration of about $18.43 worth of fuss over it. For himself he doesn’t dare to go to bed for a short nap until he has got rid of his five cents’ worth of re- sponsibility to the government for the action of the fool person from whom the nickel was parted. He digs up his. printed form for such occasions ted and provided, and at once out a long blank, describing the coin, telling the circumstances of its found and whether it landed heads or tails on the table, naming the pouch from which it was emp- tied, the number of the train carry- ing it, the date, and a few other little details any one of which in hot weather would have cost a mug of beer. This report, with the nickel, goes to the headquarters of the postal divi- sion In which the car was operated, and from these bonded officials, by the same general ‘red tape route, the small coin finds its way to the seat of national government and to the fund representing the great constituency of the postoffice department, which persists in sending money in envel- opes through the unregistered mails of the service.—Chicago Tribune. Tale of the Armada Three hundred and fifteen years ago a vessel of the Spanish armada was blown up in Tobermory bay, off the coast of the Island of Mull. Recently numerots relics have been recovered from it by divers. They include old cannon, | swords, pistols, plate and coins. The vessel was the Florencia, a Florentine galleon which came from the Levant, one of the Italian posses- sions of the king of Spain, and was commanded by one Pereija. After the defeat of the armada the Florencia was forced by bad weather and lack of provisions to put into Tobermory bay. There Sir Lauchlane MacLean, who, because of his feuds with his neighbors, had been made a “denounc- ed rebel” by King James of Scotland formed an alliance with the Span- jards. With the aid of a hundred sol- diers from the ship.and of his own war on neighboring clans for some time. At last he received a message from Capt. Pereija requesting that the Spanish soldiers be sent back at once, as he was preparing for sea. At the same time he heard that the pro- visions supplied to the Spaniards had not been paid for. Sir Lauchlane remonstrated ‘with the don for his injustice and satisfaction was promis- ed. On the strength of this the men were sent back, but MacLean, not re- lying entirely on the captain’s prom- ise, retained three of the soldiers as hostages till the debt should be paid. At the same time he sent one of his own men; Donald Glas MacLean, on board the Florencia to receive an ad- justment of the demands of his peo- ple. Donald Gias, when he went on board the ship, was disarmed and made prisoner, and no communication was allowed between himself and _ his friends. But Donald Glas conceived a plan which, though it meant certain death to himself, promised a speedy and terrible retribution to his captors. Finding that the cabin in which he was confined was close to the maga- zine, he forced his way into it and, laying a train from it to the outside, he fired it. The ship was blown tc pieces, killing the three or four hun dred persons who were on board. How to Catch Bears The inhabitants of California in the days of Mexican rule had a unique way of capturing the black bears that infested the foothills near the coast. Bruin is naturally a*vegetarian, but: when he can get a pfece of fresh meat ne devours it greedily. The Mexicans knew this and prepared their trap thus: An oak tree was found with two horizontal limbs, one above the other. On the lower’ limb a piece of fresh meat was nailed. From the limb above a rope was suspended, at the end of which a heavy rock was attach- ed, the rock hanging some inches above and inside of the meat. At night Mr. Bear would come prowling around and, smelling the eat. he would quickly climb up the tree and walk out on the limb to which it was nailed. Then, in order to reach the appetizing morsel, he would have to shove aside the stone with his nose. Before the meat could be torn off, the stone would swing back, hitting Bruin a hard ‘blow. This was enough to arouse his temper, so he would hit back with his |” paw. But the stone did not mind; it only swung out and came back with a harder whack. Then Bruin would get “real mad” and begin boxing the rock until it would fetch him a blow hard enough to. knock him out of the tree. Underneath there would be a deep hole to catch him, and the fall would so disable him as to leave him completely at the mercy of the Mexi- cans next morning. ry of a Man Who Knew His Fail- ings. Penpusher had come home from the office “played out.” He was lying on the couch in the sitting room after dinner, when Mrs. Penpusher, who had been reading a magazine, said: “See here, Tom Penpusher, here is something that fits you to a T, and I want you to read it.” > “What is it about?” “It’s about men who must have everything just so in their homes, no matter how hard it makes it for others. You know you are one of them. Every rug and chair and book must be exactly in its place, and a little dust sets you to scolding. You must have a clean napkin every meal, and you cannot eat if there is a tiny spot on the tablecloth, and everything must be served just so or you get grumpy. Now, is not that true?” “A man likes to see things in order in his own house,” said Penpusher. “Of course he does, and I try to keep things in order, but I defy any woman to maintain the degree of order you expect with four or five children in the house. Now, this ar- ticle refers to just unreasonable, fussy men as you are, and it is not one bit too severe even when it says that they are small spirited and lack- ing in true manliness. I do wish that you would read the article.” “I don’t need to,” replied Penpush- er, sitting up to stretch and groan. “I'd like to know why not?” “Because—well, the fact is, dear, I wrote that article myself.” my CHANGE’ COCKTAIL WROUGHT. Life Changed From a Barren Waste to an Iridescent Dream. They stcod, a man and a woman, in the gallery, looking down on the glit- tering throng of dancers.on the ficor below. “What was I saying to you a mo- ment ago?” asked the man. “That is, before I went out?” “You were saying,” said the wom- an, “things that made me sad, even in the midst of all this gayety. You called it a painted glare—you spoke of all those women down there, each hugging in the secret recesses of her heart some supreme sorrow, some cloying unrest. You were wondering to what depths of remorse, within the next year, each might reach. You spoke of the men; how haggard some of their faces were. You said the pace was too much for some of them; death and disaster and ruin hung over this throng like a grinning skeleton. Really it has given me the shivers. Don’t you remember what you said?” He turned and looked at her. There ‘was a look of complacency on his face. “Did I say all that,” he replied, “be- fore I went out? Well, well! You must forgive me. It isn’t so. Why, see how they are all enjoying them- selves!. .What a magnificent sight! What a grand thing is life! How this music thrils me! My friend, it is good to be alive.” She looked at him in astonishment. “What has changed you so in such a short time?” she exclaimed. “Why, before you went out——” He waved his hand. “Things are different now,” he said. “I’ve just had a cocktail.” Ways of the Orient. There is nothing very remarkable in the report from Japan that a move- ment is on foot, supported by many eminent men, to found a church pro- Christian in character, but independ- ent in its lines. When Buddhism was disestablished and disendowed in the early ’70s of last century, owing to the momentary ascendency of Shiuto, which is merely vague ancestor and nature worship, it was prophesied by acute foreign observers that Japan would either adopt Christianity or be- come frankly materialistic. It will not be owing to any lack of energy on the part of European and American missionaries if the former course is discarded. Here is one forecast pub- lished fourteen years ago: “To make all Japan Christian by edict, some fine morning is not on the program of the Japanese statesman of the hour. But that something of the kind should happen within the next twenty years is not nearly so unlikely as many things that have actually happened in this land of realized improbabilities.” The Lesson of the Birds. I sometimes think, when sorrow makes a feller sorter moan, _ Of the birds that keep a-singin’ just like trouble was unknown! I make no doubt they have their grief— as bitter as the rest! That Mockingbird there, in the blooms, is making holiday, Yet vandal hands have wrecked its home— have stolen its young away! That little lodge of straw is mute, where chirped its tender brood, Yet how it sends its song to God—and life a solitnde! But just let trouble come along, and human hearts they sigh, : And send their wailing messages a-ring- ing to the sky! + The world is then no friend to grace—a shadow dims the light, The stars shine through a storm of tears, and phantoms fill the night! For all our souls, heaven-gifted—for all our human words, We read life’s sweetest lesson in the mu- sic 0’ the birds! And the kind God teach that lesson, when skies above us frown, fi To leave the moaning to the winds and sing the sorrow down! —Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitu- tion. ECL Japanese Paper at the Fair. The Japanese-American Commercial Weekly is the name of a newspaper published weekly in Japenese at the world’s fair. Hajima Hoshi is the ed- itor. Nine Japanese reporters and na- tive typesetters get out the weekly. 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