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SI agg et a HENRIETTA MARSH. Mrs. Henrietta A. S. Marsh, 769 W. 16th St., Los Angeles, Cal., President Woman’s Benevolent Ass’n, writes: «I suffered with la grippe for seven weeks, and nothing I could do or take helped me until I tried Peruna, “I felt at once that I had at last secured the right medicine and I kept steadily improving. Within three weeks I was fully restored, and I am glad that I gave that truly great rem- edy a trial. I will never be without it again.” In a letter dated August 31, 1904, Mrs. Marsh says: “I have never yet heard the efficacy of Peruna question- ed. We still use it. I traveled through Kentucky and Tennessee three years ago, where I found Peruna doing its good work. Much of it is being used here, also.”’—Henrietta A. S. Marsh. Address Dr. Hartman, President of The Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus, Ohio. Ask your Druggist for a free Peruna Almanac for 1905. By No Means. “Five dollars,” said the medium. “Thanks. Now a spirit wishes to speak to you; a female spirit; would you like it materialized?” “Er—can you tell who it is?” “Certainly. It is your mother-in- law.” “Lord, no. Here’s another $5. Don’t. —Fort Worth Record. A Puzzle. “Here, take this rifle!” cried the ex- d showman. “The leopard has es- eaped. If you find him shoot him on the spot.” “Which s-spot, sir?” gasped the green tent boy.—Exchange . A Dog’s Long Memory. “Something must have stung your dog,” said a resident of this ‘city to a suburbanite whom he was visiting a few days ago, as he noticed the antics of a large coolie, which, after snapping frantically at a flying insect, lowered his head and carefully licked his right fore paw. “No,” replied the owner of the dog, “that is oply a little delusion of his. When he was a puppy a bee stung him on the foot you see him attending to, and ever since he has cherished a standing grudge against flying insects. Apparently the sight of one not only arouses his anger, but recalls most viv- idly his first experience with one, for each time after running after one, whether he catches it or not, he stops and tenderly licks the places where he was stung two years ago. As far as 1 know he has never been stung since then.”’—Philadelphia Press. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911 and 912 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: Frank Dahlund, Esmond, N. D., door brace; Andrew Larson and B. C. Dunbar, St. Paul, Minn., floor scraper; Carl and H. T. Nelson, Brooten, Minn., stove- pipe; Albert Ozias, Minneapolis, Minn., spring balance scale; Theodore Samp- son, Bue, N. D., wrench; Gustave Sip, ler, Minneapolis, Minn., steam logging engine; Maurice Wurts, St. Paul, Minn., drafting instrument. A Case of Pity. “Mrs. Gayweed, I hear, is goirg to marry a poet.” “Oh, dear, you don’t say so! I al- ways thought I'd feel sorry for any man she might marry, but bless me, if I don’t feel kind of sorry for her.”— Town Topics. Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, ‘safe and sure remedy for infants and children, Bears the and see that it Bignature of AM edn Im Use For Over 30 Years, ‘The Kind You Have Always Bought, A Delicate Surgical Operation. Piano—For immediate disposal, pow- erful-toned upright iron grand. re- moved from a lady in difficultie’.—Ad- vertisement Glasgow Evening News.— London Punch. BEGGS’ CHERRY COUGH SYRUP cures coughs and colds. BY: B. PAUL CHAPTER XXV1.—Continued. So after all his suspicions were jus- tified. For more than a year this shambling, awkward, slow-speaking man had been fooling, not him alone, but the whole neighborhood. From head to foot, from heart to tongue, he | was false, and cruel as false. The curate was a man of though simple and reserved emotions. In spite of their roughness and fail- ings, he honestly loved his fisher-folk, and had become genuinely attached to this Ruffidge. The thought that this stranger, whom he and the villagers had welcomed and trusted ,was really a wild beast, murderous and merci- less, filled him with a bitter grief that soon began to turn towards anger, the anger that believes itself approved of heaven, and is, therefore ,of all kinds of human wrath ,the most to be fear- | ed. All this had passed very quickly; indeed, it was only a few minutes since Mr. Leife had entered Anchor Cottage. And now Tripp spoke again in that new voice of his that made the curate marvel how any man could have habitually disguised it as he had done. “Do you hear the gentlemen knock- ing overhead? I think, perhaps, we'd better open the door; or shall we let them go on for a bit ,and deal with them if they try to interfere with us | outside?” Indeed, the sound of knocking and hammering was quite plain, but soon after Tripp spoke it ceased. “What are we waiting for? The boats are packed, and it won’t take a minute to run them down. What are we fooling away the time for? That's what I want to know,” said a grum- bling voice. “You know well enough, Jobey,” an- swered Tripp, “only you’re such a kind, good-hearted chap, you like to hear it once and again. We're all ready, and with a bit of luck we shall be dancing about round Anamabo be- fore we know we're out of the chan- nel. But we're waiting for one we can’t do without.” “Aye,” said another voice, “that’s right enough. We can't do without old | Dick. He’s worth a round dozen 0’ ship’s carpenters and smiths. There's nothing he can’t put together, and when it comes to knocks he’s all there!” “Yes,” cried Tripp. “I'd sooner swing twice over than to leave old Dickey in the lurch.” “All very well,” persisted the grum- Dler, “but we shall have to do the swinging as well if we wait much longer. Dick ain’t every one.” “No,” thundered Tripp, appearing to lose his self-control; “he-ain’t every one, but he’s a man—not a sly, mean, cowardly, treacherous polecat. Open the door there and let Job Mason out. Why don’t you whistle your curs to your heel, you sneaking, grumbling, whining fool? I’ve all the mind in the world to settle matters atween us once and for all.” % “There, Humph, let him be,” said a third voice; “it’s only Job, and we all know him. His grandam was a Frenchy, and what can you expect? But he can jabber a rare lot of lingoes and we shall want him afore we've done.” “Then let him keep a civil tongue between his teeth or somebody’ll be having it out by the roots one of these days,” retorted Tripp, but his anger had evidently subsided; indeed, the curate fell to wondering whether it had not, like his virtue, been merely simulated. While he was entertaining this idea, Tripp turned to him. “By the way, sir,” he said, speaking with perfect politeness, though in what may be called his new manner, “do you know anything about Dickey—I mean Broad?” “Yes, I do,” answered the curate, shortly. At this the men crowded round. “T believe,” he went on, “he’s com- ing back here before long.” “You are not telling all you know,” said Tripp. “Lads, I’ve got to think for the lot of you. Open the doors quietly and run the boats down at once. Leave me to settle accounts with his reverence.” ‘The men obeyed like children. The doors were thrown open and the cu- rate saw that two boats, one behind | the other, were ready on runners. “Now, Mr. Leife,” said Tripp, grave- ly and quietly, cocking a pistol as he spoke, “I don’t want to do anything spiteful after all our pleasant times together, but if you want to keep out of heaven any longer you must just tell me, as quick as you can, what’s happened to—to Weasel John, and you must swear to stay here, without mov- ing or saying a word, till daylight.” “I won’t—” Mr. Leife had begun an- grily, when he suddenly stopped short. Overhead, it seemed, he heard a very fair imitation of his hunting call. This was answered, after the briefest pause, by a peculiar hail. Instantly Ruffidge sprang to the door. “Old Dickey, or I’m a Dutchman!” he cried. “Listen! Oars—half a doz- en or more. What’s the meaning of this? Keep your wits about you, lads.” He went a step or two outside the door and shouted: “Dick! Dick! Is all well?” Back came the answer, roared out strong | NEUMAN. in such haste that the words seemed to tumble over one another. “No! The infernal] Endymions have got me fast. Look out for yourselves.” Then came in quick succession a loud splash, a shot, and the sound of a boat grating on the shingle. A moment lat- er a stooping, draggled object, more like a huge dog than a man, came jrunning up the beach towards the open door. Another shot blazed from the boat and the creature was down. It rose staggering. Tripp gave a gasp. “Lordy!” he cried, “that’s Dick,” and, rushing out, threw his arms round the creature and dragged him in. One of the men held a lanthorn so that the light fell upon him. His face was ashen gray and the blood was pouring from a wound in the cheek where a bullet had plowed its course. His hands were strung behind his back. His eyes were horribly, bright and his features seemed to be twitching all over. “Cut the cords,” he snarled. “Give me the shooters; there’s something I want to do.” CHAPTER XXViI. As soon as the Endymion’s boat was fairly under way, Postlethwaite, re membering Owen’s' warning, said sharply: “One of you look after that fellow’s hands; see that he’s fast.” “Fast?” cried Carr, stooping to in- vestigate; “why, the man’s a juggler! .| See here,” he continued, “tight as we strung him, he’s all but out.” The Weasel said not a word, but even turned round a little so as to bring his wrists under the light. “There,” said one of the crew, who had offered to tie him again ship-shape and had been some little time over the job, “that’s a bit better ,and it don’t fret, either, do it, Dickey?” The Weasel turned his beady eyes on the man and said in a low voice: “Shipmates. we were.” “Well,” answered the other, uneasi- ly, “I’ve done no harm. Dooty’s dooty, you know, Dick, and you'd no call to run.” “Silence, there!” called the lieuten- ant. In order to avoid the currents and broken water of the Cruddle they had to make a wide sweep, so, though the men pulled their hardest, it took some time to round the Wedge and the Cap, but at length they turned the latter and slipped into the bay under its shelter till they were near enough to see quite plainly the light in the win- dow of Anchor Cottage. “Stop rowing,” ordered Postleth- waite; and then leaning forward, he addressed the Weasel and Carr, who were seated together in the bows. “You, Dick, as they call you, listen to me, and remember that what I say | means life or death to you within the next five minutes. We're going to wait here for a signal. As soon as it comes I shall pull close in. Then you will hail your crew and sing out that well. And you,” turning to Carr, “I see that you have a pistol. If he tries to play us false, blow his brains out at once.” . j “Right, sir,” cried Carr, cheerfully. They had not long to wait. Once or twice a glimmer showed below the cot- tage window and once a couple of lights moved about, apparently on the beach. They soon vanished and soon the light in the window disappeared. A minute or two later there was a | burst of light from below the cottages, and almost simultaneously came the signal—the old hunting call, but very | weak and uncertain. “By Jove!” said the lieutenant to himself, “that sounds bad; poor old Leife must be in a tight corner. Now, men,” he whispered, pull out for your lives, and you in front there, sing out when I tell you.” The men responded with a will and now Postlethwaite and Weasel John and Carr, who were all facing the shore, could see the lighted vault un- der the cottages with figures moving about as though in haste and confu- sion. “Oh, you artful beauty!” cried Carr, amazed at the sight; “that’s why the shingle was always so high there, is fF abe ; “Hail them!” whispered the officer, | and Carr pressed the muzzle of his, | pistol against the Weasel’s temple. | At this the little man lifted his voice |in the strangest cry—a low-pitched groan ending in a sharp scream. Straining forward eagerly, Carr saw a man come running down the beach, while a strong voice shouted: “Dick! Dick! Is all well?” “Answer him!” said the lieutenant, in a loud, imperious whisper. Say “Aye, all’s well!’” As though to make his voice travel + better, the Weasel suddenly stood up j and leaned forward, shouting at the top of his voice: No! The infernal Endymions have (got me fast. Look out for yourselves.” Before the words were well out of his mouth he had made his spring, a marvelous side leap and dive. Carr fired as he touched the water, but lost sight of him, and the next mo- ment the boat touched the shore. The lieutenant, however, saw him ; you are coming to them, and that all's | a dowr with a lucky shot. “You're a plucky rascal,” he said, as he reloaded his pistol, “and I’m glad st’s a shot instead of a rope.” CHAPTER XXVIII. The sailors, as soon as they had) beached their boat, scrambled up the shingle and speedily made their way to the open door of the vault under the cottages. Contrary to their expecta- tion not a shot had been fired at them nor had their approach been hindered in any way. On the other hand, most of the lights had been extinguished, so that it was impossible to see what preparations had heen made for de- fense. From the upper part of the cottages came the sound of heavy thuds, as if some one were using ay sledge hammer, and a man came run- ning down the garden path and shout- ing. Lieut. Postlethwaite stepped forward and spoke in quick, short, soldierly sentences: “Men, I call upon you in the king’s name to surrender. You aré suspected of smuggling and piracy. You may be quite innocent. You will have a fair trial. Two of your leaders were de- serters. One of them—Pennitold—I have just shot down myself. The oth- er—what the deuce is his name? Oh, yes, Tripp—he will have to be dealt with separately. Now, I will count twenty If you come out and surren- der before I have done, well and good. If not, I shall come and take you.” He had reached ten in his counting when a step was heard and Tripp came to the doorway, apparently un- armed. “There are more of us here than you think, sir,’ he said, speaking quite re- specifully, “and if you try to take us by force I’m afraid there will be a lot of blood spilled.” “TI don’t want any palavering,” said the officer; “do you surrender, or shall I give the word to fire?” “You can do as you please,” returned Tripp, in an altered voice, only you must remember Mr. Leife is in here, and it would be very sad if he were to get hurt.” “Never mind—” began the curate from within. Then his voice died away, choked into silence. Postlethwaite hesitated. He knew he had. to deal with desperate men, and he quite recognized the peril to which his old friend was exposed. Tripp, too, had his anxieties. The hammering was still going on over- head, and he knew that at any mo- ment he might be taken between two fires, while Chidley and Cliffe would very soon be sending their contin- gents. He was quick to notice the offi- cer’s hesitation, and spoke again, re- suming his respectful demeonor. “Will you let me say a word or two to your men, sir?” he asked. “There are several of my old shipmates among them.” “A very good reason for not letting you say a word to them,” cried the lieutenant. “Well, sir, I tell you straight out. what I want to say. I want to ask them whether they won’t throw up the king’s service and join us instead. If any of them say ‘Yes,’ the rest may go their own ways with you. If none say ‘Yes,’ there’s no harm done. And this is my offer. Let me talk for five min- utes, and the moment you promise, Mr. Leife shall go out to you without a hair of his head being touched. If you won't do it, he must take his chance, and a very poor one it will be, i'm afraid.” ; The officer reflected for a minute. He felt sure of his men, he had no very exalted idea of Tripp, and he was ex- | tremely anxious to see his old college friend out of danger. “Very well,” he said at last, “I warn you that it is only wasting his breath, put you may have your five minutes.” “Thank you, sir,” said Tripp. Then, turning round, he shouted: “Let Mr. Leife go outside.” (To Be Continued.) | One Mistake. | Professional art critics are by no |} means the only people whose opinions | of pictures are worth hearing, as many | an artist has found out. Michael H—, | an old Irishman, had his little shop in- {sured in a popular company, ,and the | agent presented him with a highly col- ored almanac on which was a vivid | representation of the burning of a | huge block of buildings. Mr. H— surveyed the picture for some moments, muttering to himself | the while. At last he turned a dissat- isfied face upon the agent. “It’s moighty purty,”he said, “but it’s mesilf dosen't call it complete, sorr, not by anny manes.” “Indeed,” said the agent. “What is wanting?” | “There’s the buildin’s, all roight,” said Michael, “an’ there’s the foire en- gines an’ the ladders an’ the horses an’ | | the shmoke and cinders. There’s the | payple rannin’ an’ the foiremen climb- jin’s oop an’ doon. But,” said Mr. H—, turning his back to the painted confla- gration and confronting the insurance agent with an expression of strong dis- content, “whoiver in the woide wurrld saw a blither av thot koind goin’ on, an’ niver a bit avy a dog anywhere to be sane on the strate, sorr? Who's the | man ’t painted that pitcher, Oi’d loike |’ be tould?” concluded Mr. H—, wax- | ing scornful. He’s got a few things to jarn before he’ll be an artisht, Oi’m thinkin’.” 4 She Bid Too High. Edyth—I offered young Sapleigh a penny for his thoughts last evening. Mayme—!'m ashamed of you, Edyth. Edyth—Ashamed of me! Mayme—Yes, or rather of your ability as a shopper.—Chicago News. [Tunning up the beach and brought him | « OLD GAME OF TIT FOR TAT. Tourist Gave Bad Money to Conductor Who Wouldn’t Stop. The conductor was talking to the motorman, both looking ahead, as the car bowled merrily on. A women standing in the rear seats motionec in vain for a stop. | “Hey,” shouted a man in golf clothes and a tourist's cap, “this lady wants to | get off.” Another twist of the lever and the car ran with greater speed. “Oh, dear, dear!” exclaimed woman. This remark was not especially ad- dressed to the man in the tourist’s cap, but he thought it was. Jumping from the his seat he grabbed the leather cord | § nearest him and yanked it viciously five times. “Who did that?” tor, savagely. “T did,’ yelled the man. “I'll teach you to run past three streets without paying attention to your passengers.” “And I'll teach you to ring up fares | without. paying me,” retorted the con- ductor. “That bit of exercise will cost you 25 cents.” “Take it,” scornfully remarked the man in the tourist’s cap, handing over a coin. The conductor gave him a quarter in change and did not discover until he cashed in at the end of the run that he had been taking bad money.—New York Press. asked the conduc- Sums Were Too Expensive. A teacher in an uptown school re- ceived the following form from a com- plaining parent a few days ago: “Sir: Will you please for the future give my boy some eesier somes to do at nites. 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