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dai B. PAUL CHAPTER XXX—Continued. He laid a btter emphasis upon the word, and four of the band answered the appeal instantly, Dave and Sam among them. Tripp soon left them behind. Then was manifest one at least of the qualities which had given him the ascendancy over that rough and savage crew. In spite of all he had.gone through he seemed fresher and more vigorous than the young fel- lows who had passed for his nephews. But other qualities showed themselves, too. Never for a moment did he seem at a loss, never did he hesitate or lose heart. Ruffian no doubt he was, but neither coward nor fool. The beach rose in successive ridges. Half-way up the second he stumbled over a prostrate figure. Stooping down he sa wit was one of the enemy, sore- ly wounded. Spurning him with a cruel kick and a curse at the delay, he hurried on. Farther up lay two or three more bodies, but not the one he was seeking. “It’s no good,” cried Sam, panting behind; “he’s as dead as last Christ- mas. You'll only run your head into a noose for nothing.” “I'll shove it anywhere rather than leave old Dick to the hangman. Get back, if you want to. I said I wanted men.” “You've no cause to grumble,” said Sam; “aren’t we backing you up?” To this Tripp vouchsafed no answer, for his quick eyes had lit upon a group just outside the cellar door. A tall man, whom he recognized instantly, was bending over a huddled mass, dark and shapeless, while another man with a lanthorn turned a flickering giow upon the object. A voice shouted “Ruffidge! Shoot him!” but he took no heed, nor was be aware that a shot whizzed by him. With a mighty bound he flung himselp upon the curate, hurling him on his back; then, kicking the lanthorn from the holder’s grasp, he stooped down. “Dick!” he cried. “Dick, old mate, can you walk?” As he bent low he caught sight of the face, and a cry of horror and grief broke from his lips. One whole side, from the hair to far down the neck, was fearfully scorched, the skin all blackened and bloated. The acrid smell of fire on clothes and flesh sick- ened him. “Never mind, Dick,” he said, “I'll not leave you; never fear.” He tried to life him bodily in his arms, but the dull, inert weight was more than he could manage on the treacherous shingle. “Dave! Sam! Jack!” he shouted, but a glance over his shoulder revealed the fact that they had been surround- ed and were fighting fiercely on the ridge below. Perhaps it was better for him that this was so. With char- acteristic swiftness of decision he snatched at the one chance left him. Seizing the body under the armpits with his right arm so that the feet and lower parts of the legs trailed on the ground, he dashed down the, beach with a great convulsive effort. Once he stumbled, but recovered himself; once he fell outright, and shuddered as his own face touched for a moment the dreadful face beneath. But, though terrible to look upon, it was warm, and his wicked, blasphemous lips broke forth into praise. “Thank heaven! He’s not dead,” he cried, and resumed his headlong rush. And now he saw that the boat itself was the object of a desperate strug- gie. Only a few feet from her the combatants fought and yelled, while the shapely craft, half in and half out of the water, swayed from side to side. Under cover of the darkness he essayed a daring maneuver. Making a wide circuit, he plunged into the wa- ter and waded out till he could only just keep his footing, while, as best he eould, he supported his helpless bur- den. The cold water seemed to revive the Weasel who began to stir and even make feeble attempts to push out his arms as if swimming. Crouching as low as possible, Tripp reached the stern of the boat without being observed, and with a desperate strain heaved the Weasel in. Then he clambered in himself, and crawling to the bows watched the progress of the fight. He saw that his crew was prac- tically beaten. Leaving out of count the four who had followed him up the beach and who were still engaged on the second ridge, there were only five left to withstand eight or nine. So flerce was the struggle that even now he escaped detection. Very cautiously he shipped an oar, and, exposing him- self as little as possible, pushed gently from the beach. Quickly the curtain of the darkness fell heavy and im- penetrable betwixt him and the shore, shutting out the sight and dulling the sounds of the furious conflict. CHAPTER XXXI. Then for the first time Tripp began to feel the effects of all that he had undergone. A deadly weariness op- pressed him. One by one, like unwel- come visitors, new pains assailed him. A dull burning in his right side made hiia push his hand under his shirt. He found that the garment was glued to his skin, and when he drew forth his band he could see, even in the dark- ness, that a dark stain was on his fin- ‘BY: NEUMAN. Ba gers. Flushes of heat left his mouth so dry that when he tried to whisper no sound came. A. devouring thirst laid hold of him in a moment. Eagerly he felt in his pockets and uttered a cry of joy as he pulled out a flash and took a long drink of fiery cognac. The potent spirit acted on him like a magic draught. He thrust out a pair of oars, swung the boat round, and for a few minutes pulled like a giant. Then he took another drink and suddenly remembered his companion.Rising from his thwart, he staggered over to the stern and found the Weasel stretched on his back, his eyes wide open and rolling from side to side, while between his dark and swollen lips a still more monstrously swollen tongue protruded, almost bit- ten in half by the tightly clenched teeth. ‘Oh, Lordy!” cried Tripp, with a silly laugh, “what an ugly chap you bel” The Weasel turned his eyes to tne speaker’s face, and something like che ghastly mimicry of a smile seemed— thought it might have been only tancy —to flicker across the purple, blistered features. “That’s better,” cried Tripp, in some way recalled to himself by this sign of life; “now take a drop of this.” And he held the flask to the Wea- sel’s lips, but to his own surprise his hand trembled so violently that half the brandy was spilled. Something, however, ioused the Weasel, for suddenly he sat up and ce) utched Tripp's arm with the desper- ate grip of a drowning man. His nos- trils dilated, all his muscles seemed to strain and twitch and jerk on one long, fierce spasm of agunized effort. Then slcwly his grip relaxed and he fell back. ‘Ivipp sat for a couple of minutes re- gar‘ting him intently with a frowning stare. Then he slapped his knee. “) know what you want, old chap,” he cried, with the same foolish laugh. From his coat pocket he took out a twist vf tobacco and cut off a big piece. \ “ere’s a prime junk for you, Dick- ey,” he vaid, and tried ia vain to push it between the fast suc teeth. ~ “What are you sulky for?” he asked, with a note ei unger in his voice, and thrust thc tobacco under the swollen lip. The moment his hand was with- drawn it rolled out, but Tripp paid ao heed. He crawled back to his thwart to find both oars gone. There .were a dozen more ip the boat, but it never occurred to him that this must be the case. He dropped his head between his hands and fell to maudlin tears. Quite suddenly, by some strange rally, he came to himself again. His head was racked by a fierce, throb- bing, darting pain, but the events of the nighi and his own situation were clear to him once more. “Dick!” he cried, “the vermn got the better of us, but. we'll win through somehow. The lugger can’t be very far off.” He felt about and speedily discov- ered another pair of oars. He started vigorously, though every stroke was a fresh agony, for the boat was so large as to be almost unmanageable by a sin- gle man, and the wind was rising. As he rowed he kept looking round at in- tervals in the hope of sighting the lug- ger’s lights. Then, like the falling of a wick, a sudden collapse overtook him. “I think—take—minute’s rest,” he murmured, as if in apology to the dark, silent figure in the stern. Then, letting the oars go, he rolled sideways ; off the thwart and sank into the sleep of utter exhaustion. An hour later he woke to feel a drench of water pouring over him. He sprang up and looked round wild- ly. It was still dark, though pale glim- merings began to whisper of the dawn. The wind was now blowing almost a gale and the boat pitching and rolling dangerously at the mercy of the an- gry waves. Link by link he tried to retrace the chain of recent events, but the effort was useless. The outstretch- ed figure fronting him caught his eye, and‘he leaned forward, regarding it curiously. “He’s a rum looking chap, and yet I seem to know the face, too,” he said to himself, with a puzzled air. “I think I was aboard ship with him once.” But he soon forgot the figure, for another thought dominated his mind. He must look out for a light and make for it. What the light would mean he could not tell. The one thing was to see it. And even as he watched, keen- ly, eagerly, it flashed out from the darkness, gleaming there on his right hand. With infinite difficulty, for he was very weak, he shipped another pair of oars and pulled toward the beacon. Nearer and nearer he came to it, now so close he could touch it with his oar, nay, grasp it with hig hand. He stretched out his arm. Horror! the light had vanished; all was darkness. No, thank heaven, there it shone upon the left. In feverish haste, but with poor, weak strokes, he pulled in the opposite direction. Fooled once more; as he approached it receded.‘ Now it glowed in front, then still farther on the left, then again straight ahead. Time after time he missed his stroke and fell back, but on each occasion he gath- ered himself up and renewed his ef. forts. : At last, in utter weariness, he once more let the oars drop from his stiff- ened fingers and, clinging to the gun- wale, watch the racing lights. There seemed to be dozens of them now, all around him, close at hand, yet quite out of reach. The utmost he could do was to clutch the cold, wet timber and look out with hungry eyes on the blessed signs of safety, so near and yet so far. Then in a moment they all vanished, and a huge mass of rock rose hard by, vast and threatening. against which the angry waves hurled themselves with a roar of triumph and drew back with a snarl of defi- ance. As he gazed upon it conscious- aess returned, and memory. “Dickey, old chap,” he shouted, ‘took there! Wedge Hill, do you see? Can you hear? It’s all up with us at last. Say ‘good-bye,’ old comrede.” But the dark figure never stirred, nur did any sound come from the open lips. CHAPTER XXXII, It was some little time before the combatants upon the shore perceived that the boat, for the possession of which they were fighting, had disap- peared. In fact, it was only when the last of Tripp’s band sullenly surren- dered, and had been duly trussed with a length of rope from their own stores, thar the victors, looking round, discoy- ered their loss. Then, indeed, their surprise and dismay were great. Three or tour of the Whayre men immediate- ly launched a boat, but in the darkness they found nothing except a single oar drifting about. After rowing back- wards and forwards for half an hour they gave up the hopeless enterprise and returned to the shore. The victory had not been purchased auy too cheaply, for the gang fought desperately and gave in only when the tae odds were overwhelmingly against them. Not one came off scathless, and most of them were seriously injured. On the other side, two of the sailors and a boy from Whayre were dead, Postlethwaite had a shocking contu- sion on the right cheek bone, Owen was badly cut across one shoulder,and quite half a dozen of the local recruits were burned or bruised as a result of the explosion. The cottages were in a deplorable condition, thought the shell was still left standing. The powder, must have been damp or of inferior quality, oth- “erwise the ruin would have been com- plete. As it was, enough of the struc- ture remained to show what labor and ingenuity had been expended by the tenants. The spur of sandstone on which the buildings stood had been excavated so as to provide excellent storage for any goods it was desired to keep safe and secret. Enough, too, was left of the revolving door to prove that the Weasel was fully deserving of his old shipmate’s praise—he must have been worth any dozen of ship’s carpenters and smiths—so simple was the contrivance itself and so skillfully carried out. As to the outer doors, those leading from the vault to the beach, they were faced with powdered sandstone and coyered with shingle, so that no one would be at all likely to suspect their existence. The two boats the curate had seen ready packed were represent- ed by a few pieces of timber and thousands of splinters. The upper part of the building had not suffered so severely and there was ample evi- dence that most of the rooms had been previously stripped, so that it was plain that the flitting had been careful- ly arranged. Indeed, the more fuliy the affair was investigated the more remarkable appeared the elaborate or- ganization of the gang and the con- summate ability with which their plans were laid. The manner in which the natural caves had been utilized wag an instance in point. (To Be Continued.) CAT BROUGHT GOOD LUCK. of the Cotton Pit Ownea “Nigger.” Daniel J. Sully was very fond of a black cat when he was king of the cot- ton pit. The particular cat was known as “Nig,” and it was her duty to see to it that none of the records belong- ing to exchange members who had of- fices in the building should be muti- lated by mice. In her spare moments she used to visit the floor of the ex- change, and her presence was always hailed as a sign of good luck by the bulls, who would bid the market up with great vigor whenever Nig came up to be petted and to purr. Nig vis- ited thé floor only at rare intervals after the Sully failure, and now Nig is dead. She died last week. Some say Sully’s failure not only broke him, but also the heart of the cat.—New York Times. King Cure for Balky Horses. A delivery wagon horse took it into his head to stop on the Center street tracks in front of the Tombs prison the other morning and held up the cars. After a while a quick-witted motorman ran his car close behind the wagon, lifted the rear wheels into the fender and started the car. The astonished look'that came over the horse’s face was almost human. For half a block he slid along on his haunches®with his head twisted far around to discover the propelling force. The motorman put on more seed and finally the horse had to break into a run, but he shook his head vigorously all the way to Cham- bers street. g “It’s a sure cure for balky horses,” said the motorman.—New York Sun. Mrs. Rebecca Carl, an old settler of Montrose, died after a long illness. Frank McClymont of Anoka was kill- ed at McReavey’s logging camp by a lodged tree. The high school debate between Blue Earth and Sleepy Eye’has been postponed until Jan. 25. The postoffice at Beaver Creek was broken into and robbed of $103.03 in stamps. The robbers escaped. Mrs. D. Mahoney, wife of Mayor Mahoney ul Chokio, is dead. The hus- band and three young daughters sur- vive her. ' Michael Fuchs, a wood sawyer, com- mitted suicide at New Ulm by hang- ing. He lived alone and was about 65 years of age. Mrs. O. L. Kinyon, a resident of Washington county for more than fifty years, is dead. A husband and ten grown children survive her. James Clark, a member of the Eve leth fire department, had the tendons of his right leg severed in a dump car accident at Fayal, mine stripping. In the case of W. F. Cooper vs. the German-American Insurance company, a verdict was returned in Moorhead in favor of the plaintiff for $967.25. By the destruction of a house by fire at Koochiching, on the Rainy river, Octavia Lydick, a Chicago woman, was burned to death. All the others escaped. : Dr. H. C. Jenckes, secretary of the Southwestern Minnesota Medical so- ciety, has completed the program for the annual meeting to be held at Win- dom on Jan. 12. The school house at Randolph was burned, the organ and the library be- ing the only things saved. No one was injured. The loss is estimated at $1,800; insurance, $1,200. Andrew H. Bertram, former secre- tary of the state dairy commission, died at his home in Monticello of tu- berculosis, after a long illness, leaving a wife, two sons and two daughters. Fire destroyed the Pioneer hotel at Pine City, entailing a loss of more than $4,500. The insurance will ag- gregate only $1,500. The building was the property of Lizzie Breckenridge. While hunting with a boy friend, the young son of Mr. and Mrs. Nels Bangson of Ogilvie received a bullet wound in his right foot by the acci- dental discharge of his comrade’s gun. At a family reunion held at the home of George M. Tousley of Le Sueur, a part of the bill of fare was oysters, and in these C. D. Tousley, who lives at Mitchell, S. D., found two valuable pearls. Catherine R. Rutherford has been granted a divorce at Stillwater irom Thomas E. Rutherford, a _ business man of Brainerd. Desertion is shown, and she is granted the custody of their five cliildren. A man named Baue, who came from Germany last spring, has been arrest- ed at Fulda on a charge of assaulting an eighteen-months-old girl while her parents were at church. The child is in a critical condition. A “Jack the Clipper” is at work at Owatonna, the latest of his victims being Ida Mundt. In passing an alley she felt something grasp her hair. Reaching a lighted corner one of her companions noticed that the girl's hair was gone. A dog, supposed to be mad, bit sev- erai other dogs and several horses at Sherburne, and caused much excite- ment. Some of the animals attacked jhave been killed and others tied up. No persons were bitten. The brain of the supposed mad dog will be sent to the state board of health for examina- tion. Fire at Virginia destroyed the ware- house of Henry Hauta, a grocer, and John Mesberg, a grocery dealer, caus- ing a loss of $11,000, with insurance of $6,000. The blaze was discovered in Hauta’s building. The department found that the water pressure was in- sufficient and a stream could not be thrown over fifteen feet. The firemen were forced to stand helplessly by and watch the buildings burn. Efforts on the part of a bucket brigade and the members of the department prevented the destruction of adjoining buildings. The engineer at the water plant was unable to explain the lack of pressure, and an investigation will be made. Prompted by a desire to help a pen- niless young man, struggling against adversity among strangers, Claud E. Reynolds, a business man of St. Peter, years ago befriended Miles S. Thomp- son of Peru, Ind. He provided the youth with real necessities, stimulated his fagging courage, and is now re- warded with a tiny legacy. Thompsoir died a short time ago at Peru, and has bequeathed all of his possessions, amounting to about $6,000, to his bene- factor. The estate consists largely of securities, and as soon as probated witl be turned over to the legatee. HILL DEFEATS HARRIMAN. Northern Securities Stock Can Now Be Distributed. Philadelphia, Jan. 4. — The United States court of appeals for the third judicial district, in an opinion filed here yesterday, reverses a decision of the New Jersey court which re strained the Northern Securities com- pany from distributing certain stocks of the Northern Pacific Railroad com- pany. The decision is a defeat for the interests represented by E. H. Harri- man. i By a decree of the New Jersey court the Northern Securities company was restrained from disposing of 370,230 shares of the common stock of the Northern Pacific Railway company, al- leged to have been received trom E. H. Harriman and Winslow S: Pierce, and of 347,039 shares of the common stock of the Northern Pacific Railway company, received by the Northern Securities company from the Northern Pacific company. : Yesterday’s decision, however, gives the Northern Securities company the right to dispose of the stock. at NOTARIES GET ULTIMATUM. President Issues an Order “Cutting Out the Graft.” Washington, Jan. 4—The president has issued an order directing that hereafter notaries public who are em- ployes in the government executive service shall not receive compensation for performing notarial service for any other employe of the government or in any matter in which the govern- ment is interested or for notarial ser- vice for any person when performed during the hours of the notary’s goy- ernmental service. Disobediance of this order will be ground for immedi- ate dismissal. FAST TRAIN WRECKED. ‘Missouri, Kansas & Texas Flyer Its Dumped Into the Ditch. Sedalia, Mo., Jan. 4.—Missouri, Kan- sas & Texas passenger train No. 5, known as the “Flyer,” which left St. Louis last night for Galveston and San Antonio was partially wrecked at a point a mile and a half east of Rocheport, Mo. The engine, baggage car, combination car and two coaches were turned over into a ditch. No one was killed. Five persons were more or less seriously injured. The in- jured were cared for by physicians sent on a relief train from here. THE MARKETS. Latest Quotations From Grain and Live Stock Centers. St. Paul, Jan. 4. — Wheat — No. 1 Northern, $1.09 1-4@1.10; No. 2 North- ern, $1.04@1.05; No. 3, 95 @ 981-8. Corn—No. 3 yellow, 40@41c. Oats — No. 3 white, 28@28 1-2c. Minneapolis, Jan. 4.—Wheat — No. 1 hard, $1.145-8; No. 1’ Northern, $1.12 3-8; No. 2 Northern, $1.06 7-8@ 1.07 1-8. Oats—No. 3 white, 28 1-8c. Duluth, Jan. 4. — Wheat — No.1 Northern, $1.13 3- No. 2 Northern, $1.05 3-4; flax, $1.23 1-2; rye, Tic. Milwaukee, Jan. 4. — Wheat — No. 1 Northern, $1.15; No. 2 Northern, $1.07 @ 1.10. Rye — No. 1, 771-2c. Barley — No. 2, 53c. Oats—Stand- ard, 301-2@31c. Corn—No. 3, 43 @ 43 1-4e. Chicago, Jan. 4. — Wheat — No. 2 red, $1.171-2; No.3 red, $1.12 @ 1.14 1-2; No. 2 hard, $1.12 1-2@1.14 1-2; No. 3 hard, $1.05 @ 1.121-2; No. 1 Northern, $1.17@1.20; No. 2 Northern, $1.10 3-4@1.15. Corn—No. 2, 4512@ 471-8c. Oats—No. 2, 301-2c. Sioux City, Iowa, Jan. 4. — Cattle —Beeves, $3.50 @ 6; cows, bulls and mixed, $2.25@3.50; stockers and feed- ers, $2.75@3.60; calves and yearlings, $2.25 @ 3.25. Hogs — Bulk, $4.40 @ 4.55. Chicago, Jan. 4. — Cattle—Good to prime steers, $6.25@6.50; stockers and feeders, $2.20 @ 4; cows, $1.40 @ 4; heifers, $2@5; calves, $3.50 @ 6.75. Hogs — Mixed and butchers, $4.45 @ 4.70; bulk of sales, $4.55@4.65. Sheep —Good to choice wethers, $4.60@5.50; native . lambs, $5 @ 6.85; Western lambs, $5.50@6.75. South St. Paul, Jan. 4. — Cattle — Good to choice steers, $5.50 @ 6; good to choice cows and heifers, $2.65 @3.50; butcher bulls, $2.35@3; veals, $2 @ 5; good to choice stock steers, $2.75@3.65; good to choice mikh cows, $30@40. Hogs — Range price, $4.15@4.50; bulk, $4.25@4.35. Sheep —Good to choice lambs, $5.75@6.25; fair to good. $550 @ 5.75; good to choice yearling wethers, $4.50@5.25; good to choice ewes, $4@4.25. Claims Self-Defense. Helena, Mont., Jan. 4. — Coroner Yaeger and Deputy Sheriff Duncan have returned from Wolf Creek, hav- ing in custody Jesse Lepper, who killed Theodore Grimeaud in a quar- rel arising because of intermingling of their flocks of sheep. Lepper admits the killing, Dut asserts that it was an act of self-defense, his opponent ap- proaching him with an uplifted stick and threatening to brain him. Dowie Goes to Mexico. Chicago, Jan. 4. — John Alexander Dowie left for Mexico yesterday for the purpose of inspecting an extensive tract of land on which he expects to found a second Zion City. Montana’s Finances. Helena, Mont., Jan. 4.— A. H. Bar- rett’s final report as treasurer of state has’ just been submitted to Gov. Toole, and shows receipts for December ag- gregating $654,921 and disbursements of $527,932. The amount remaining to the credit of the several funds at the close of che month was $689,331. .—_—_ Fire Loss Is $80,000. Indianola, Miss., Jan. 4.—Fire yes- terday destroyed six buildings, entail- ing a loss of about $80,000, with about Calumet Baking Powder Perfect In quality. Moderate in price. JUDGE DEFINES A “WIDOW.” Asserts That Term Admits of Several Constructions. “An income of $2 a week—and not able to do much of anything?—and you think you can take care of a little girl who isn’t your own—but what about that income—how does it come to you?” queried Judge Mack, while investigating the dependency of Katie Berhall. “The income?” repeated Mrs. Nei- bergerhein, the woman in the case. “Well—judge—you see—my husband gives me $2 a week.” : Whereupon Officer William Stein, of the Children’s Aid society, interposed: “Your honor, this woman told me she was a widow.” His honor leaned forward and stern- ly said: “How’s this? The officer says you told him you were a widow, and you—” “Please, your honor, I am a widow,” Mrs. Né@lbergerhein interrupted. “It’s ‘grass,’ isn’t it—a ‘grass widow widow —that’s what I am, judge. He didn’t ask me what kind, your honor.” The court smiled. “Yes—y-e-s—there’s a difference and a distinction in widowsy,” ruled his honor—“and all are widows. We'll have to admit that—y-e-s.” “That’s one on me,” confessed Offi- cer Stein, and a tip for future use.”— , Shouting Their Praises. Kirkland, Ill, Jan. 2nd—(Special) —Cured of the terrible Rheumatic pains that made him a cripple for years, Mr. Richard R. Greenhon, an old and respected resident of this place, is shouting the praises of the remedy that cured him, Dodd’s Kid ney Pills. “I had the rheumatism in my left limb so that I could not walk over ten to fifteen rods at‘a time, and that by the use of two canes,” Mr. Greenhon says. “I would have to sit or lie down on the ground when I was out trying to walk and the sweat would run down my face, with so much pain. I could not sleep at night for about five or six weeks. “I tried different doctors’ medicines. but they were all no good. Then I sent for Dodd’s Kidney Pills and almost from the first they brought relief. By the time I had taken four- teen boxes of them my rheumatism was all gone and I can truly say I feel better than I have in the last twenty-five years.” A Coincidence. Darby was telling a whopper about a thing he said he had witnessed. “Well, sir,” he said, “I could hardly believe my eyes.” “Strange coincidence,” Bettles” re- sponded. “I can hardly believe your tongue.’—Brooklyn Eagle. CUTICURA SOAP The World’s Greatest Skin Soap—The Standard of Every Nation of the Earth. Millions of the world’s best people use Cuticura Soap, assisted by Cuti- cura Ointment, the purest and sweet- est of emolient skin cures, for preserv- ing, purifying and beautifying the skin, for cleansing the scalp of crusts, seales and dandruff, and the stopping of falling hair, for softening, whiten- ing and soothing red, rough and sore hands, for baby rashes, itchings and chafings, and many sanative, antisep- tie purposes which readily suggest themselves to women, especially mothers, as well as for all the pur- poses of the toilet, bath and nursery. The Guide. Tourist—I say, guide, what does that memorial stone commemorate? Guide—I put it there. It was upon that spot a tourist once gave me 5 francs.—Tit-Bits. TO CURE A COLD IN ONE DAY Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. Ali —— ists refund the money ff {t fails to cure. E. W. Grove's signature 1s on each box. 2c. The Cashier. Caller—Will the cashier be away jong? Office Boy—It depends entirely on the jury.—Chicago Daily News. Earned. “Henpeck, what do you think of a man who marries for money?” “Think he earns every cent he gets.” For child: softens the pumas, renuces Seance uingonets career ier oan senneee Wee The chief reason some women like some men is because the men do not especially care for them. Do not nurse your ailments with the bottle. , Piso’s Cure is the best medicine we ever used for all affections of the throat and lungs.—WM. O. ENDSLEY, Vanburen, Ind., Feb. 10, 1900. A mistake may be a misfortune, but it were cruel to call it a crime. A chronic kicker is never out of a dob. ‘ ‘