Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, April 29, 1905, Page 9

THE A LIFE ALWAYS THREATENED BY NERVOUS PROSTRATION. One Who Broke Down from Six Years of Overwork Tells How She Escaped Misery of Enforced Idleness. “‘T had been teaching in the efty schools steadily for six years,” said Miss James, whose recent return to the work irom which she was driven by nervous collapse has attracted attention. ‘‘They were greatly overcrowded, especially in the primary department of which I had charge, and I had been doing the work of two teachers. The strain was too much for my nerves and two years ago the crisis came. «I was prostrated mentally and phy- sically, seut in my resignation and never expected to be able to resume work. It seemed to me then that I was the most miserable woman on earth. I was tor- tured by nervous headaches, worn out by inability to sleep, and had so little blood that I was as white as chalk. “After my active life, it was hard to bear idleness, and terribly discouraging to keep paying out the savings of years for medicines which did me no good.”” “How did you get back your health?” “A bare chance and a lot of faith led metoacure. After I had suffered for many months, and when I was on the very verge of despair, I happened to read an accouns of some cures effected by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. The state- ments were so convincing that I some- how felt assured that these pills would help me. Most people, I think, buy only oue box for a trial, but I purchased six boxes at once, and when I had used them up, I was indeed well and had no need of more medicine. “Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills enriched my thin blood, gave me back my sleep, re- stored my appetite, gave me strength to walk long distances without fatigue, in fact freed me from all my numerous ail- ments. I have already taught for several mouths, and I cannot say enough in praise of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills.” ss Margaret M. James is now living at No. 123 Clay street, Dayton, Ohio. Many of her fellow teachers have also used Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills and are enthusiastic about their merits. Sound digestion, strength, ambition, and cheer- ful spirits quickly follow their use. They are sold in every drug store in the world, é As It Panned Out. “If every man would take home a funch of flowers or a box of candy oc- casional remarked the benignant bachelor, “it would make wedded life move along a good deal more smooth- iy” at shows what you know about it.” retorted MeRobinson. “I tried that , and my wife nearly went into erics over the horrible confession sue thought was coming, and I only sot out of it by admitting that I was drunk, and I hadn’t touched a drop for over three months, by hooky!” ANOTHER RECORD IN LAND HUNTING. This Spring’s Exodus to Canada Greater Than Ever. It was thought in 1903, when over y-five thousand people went from nited States to Canada, that the 1it of the yearly immigration to the wheat zone of the Continent had been reached. But when in 1904 about as. large a number of Ameri- can citizens signified their intention of becoming settlers ,on Canadian lands, the general public were pre- pared for the announcement of large numbers in 1905. No surprise there- fore will be caused when it is made known that predictions of fully fifty thousand more in 1905 are warranted in the fact that the Spring movement Canadaward is greater than it has ever been. The special trains from Omaha, Chicago, St. Paul, Detroit, and other gateways has been crowd- ed. Many have gone to join friends and relatives who have prepared homes for them and others have gone relying upon their own resources, sat- isfied that what others have done can also be done by them. This year much new territory has been opened «ip by the railroads which are extend- ing their main lines and throwing out branches in their march across the Lest grain and grazing lands on the continent. This new territory has attractions for those desiring to home- stead on the one hundred and sixty acres granted each settler by the Canadian Government. Many also take advantage of the opportunity to purchase lands at the low figures at which they are now being offered. It does not require much thought to convinee one that if Iowa, Mlinois, Minnesota and other lands, with a value of from fifty to one hundred and fifty dollars an acre will give a good living by producing ten to thirteen bushels of wheat to the acre and thir ty to fifty bushels:of corn to the acre, the lands of Western Canada at seven co ten dollars an acre, producing from twenty to. thirty bushels of a superior wheat to the acre should produce a competence to the ordinary farmer in a very few years. These are the facts as they confront the reader. There are millions of acres of such land in Western Canada in addition to the other millions that are considered to be portion of the biggest and best ranges that ever in- vited the cattle and horse producer of the North American continent. What is particularly evident in West- ern Canada is the fact that the wheat lands, adjoining the grazing lands, make farming particularly agreeable and profitable. The agents of the Canadian Government, who are al- ways willing to give information and advice to intending settlers, say that the acreage put under crop this sea- eon is greatly in excess of last sea- son. The CHAPTER IX.—(Continued.) Clarence waited until he saw the fellow pass the foot of the stairway, and turn off into another corridor, whistling and staring straight at the flame of the lamp; and then the young man cautiously followed him at a dis- tance. “He is either quite drunk,” thought Clarence, “or he fears to look about him, dreading the sight of what fright- ened him above. But I must be on the alert, for if he turns suddenly about and looks this way, he may see me.” Bashfort, however, had no desire to turn about. If he were to remove his eyes from the flame of his lamp and look anywhere toward the dark gloom beyond the reach of its rays, he fear- ed tiat he should be startled into that unpleasant sensation of utter horror of which he had now come to have such a dread. Therefore he kept steadily on his way until he halted before the door of Helen’s prison. Her room was at the end of a jong hall, and there were no other rooms vupening into this hall; this fact Ciar- ence ren-embered the instant he saw Bashfort enter the hall from the cor- ridor, which crossed it at right an- gies. “Helen must be imprisoned in the large room at the end of the hall,” thought Clarence, “the very room oc- cupied by Zeno Sosia and myself when we weré here three years ago, in the base of the old tower. I dare approach no nearer than I am now, and I can see and hear. nothing at this distance. There was a room of the same size immediately above—the ceiling of the room below was imperfect and crack- ed in many places. Ha! I may be able to hear something of what is said below by going above. At least, now 1 have discovered in what room Helen is imprisoned.” These thoughts flashed througa the young man’s mind in the wink of an eye, and even as he saw Bashfort en- tering the hall. This quick and dar- ing lover did not pause to see whether Bashfort would continue straight on and halt at the door at the end of the hall. He concluded instantly that Bashfort was about to enter that room, and acted as promptly. He turned and darted up a stairway of stone, noiseless of tread even in his precipitate speed—for he was light and strong of foot—and was within the room he desired to reach at the very moment Bashfort was rap- ping for the second time at the door of the room below. Clarence Darrell’s quick eye detect- ed, even as he glided into the room above, the great hcle which Bashfort cut through its floor and through the ceiling under it, and he was prostrate on the floor and peering through the shattered and. hanging lathing as the sorcerer was a few hours before, just as Martha, aroused from a deep and heavy slumber by Bashfort’s rapping, arose, yawning and stretching, from the chair in which she had fallen asleep near Helen’s bed. “Come, ‘open! unlock! Hi, there, Martha!” cried Bashfort, in the hall, and through the keyhole of the new lock he had affixed to the door. “So it is you, is it?” replied Martha, sulkily, and unlocking the door. “Be quiet, you bear, or you will awake the young lady. But Helen was already awake. The first rapping at the door had awak- ened her. Her gaze naturally rested upon the gaping, raging hole in the ceiling. Martha, half asleep still, was fumbling at the key in the lock, her pack toward the interior of the room for half a minute as she was thus em- ployed. Clarence ventured to move aside a few of the laths with a firm and noise- Jess grasp upon them, and Helen Beauclair beheld and recognized the pale but encouraging face of her faith- ful and daring lover. She saw it but for an instant, with a finger pressed upon its lips, warn- ingly; and then it was hidden from view by the laths again. “Save me, Clarence!” she cried, startled from the presence of mind so necessary at this supreme moment; and as her wild words rang loudly, Martha opened the door, and Neil Bashfort stalked into the room. CHAPTER X. Martha Tells a Story. Helen Beauclair’s presence of mind returned to her, even while the sound of her voice was still ringing in the utterance of the name of her lover, and eager to make what reparation she could, and to keep Martha’s and Bashfort’s eyes from the ragged ceil- ing, which quiyered with its recent disturbance, she sprang to a sitting posture in the bed, and holding her arms extended toward Basbfort, as if eager to embrace him, screamed: “You are here, dear Clarence, to res- cue me! Come to me, dear Clarence! Oh, touch your lips to mine, dear Clar- ‘ence!” “Ho!” growled Bashfort, who had not raised his eyes to the ceiling as he entered, but had turned about and locked the door ,and so shut out that darkness of which he was now so fear- Sorcerer of St. Giles By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. ful. “Ho!” is she still delirious, Mar- tha?” “Of course she is—or do you imag- ine/she could mistake you for her be- loved young Clarence Darrell, who- ever he may be? He is a very hand- some young man!” said Martlia. “And how do you know that?” growl- ed Bashfort, trimming the wick of his lamp. “You have never seen this Clarence Darrell she keeps up such a talk about.” Heien had continued to hold her hands toward Bashfort and to speak of Clarence thus: “They said you were in prison in London, dear Clarence—the sorcerer who deceived me into taking his trance-pellet told me so; but I see you have escaped! Ah, I know you are near me, dear Clarence, and that you have come to rescue me! I will be pa- tient and cunning and wait, dear Clar- ence! They think I am delirious, but Iam not! I am deceiving them, am I not, dear Clarence?” “You see’ said Bashfort, with drunken gravity, “she takes me for that accepted lover of hers—of whom my lord and his son knew nothing un- til Sosia let that cat out of the bag. If she takes me for her lad, why, he must resemble me very much indeed, and be a very good looking fellow.” “Rescmble you!” repeated Martha, in high scorn. “About as much as a young eagle resembles an old owl! Why, I have seen his picture.” “Oh, you have seen his picture! Well, now I would like to know when and where you ever saw a picture of Clarence Darrell, and how you knew it was a picture of him?” growled Bashiort, with a hiccough that nearly threw him over backward. “The sorcerer showed the poor young lady a miniature portrait in this room, when her senses were com- ing back to her,” replied Martha. “And she recognized it and called it her dear Clarence Darrell—and the miniature fell to the floor and I had a good square glance at it before the sorcerer snatched it up, which he did monstrously qui I can tell you. And more I can tell you—the picture was the image of Claude de Lavet—” Martha would have said more, but the above name had scarcely passed her lips when Bashfort grasped her throat with his right hand, wheeled ber around toward the door, pressed her back fiercely against it, and hold- ing her there in nis throttling clutch, snarled out: “"Stlames! Speak not that name again! The name of the man I—that died at York! I had forgotten the name! Yes, Claude de Lavet—would to heaven that I could as readily have forgotten the deed! Would that I had never done the deed! ‘Twas my iirst murder!” he added, suddenly releas- ing Martha from his stifling grasp, as she drew her knife from her girdle, after she had struggled vainly to tear and tug his fingers from her throat. “Wretch! Would you murder me, too?” gasped Martha, breathless al- most, and amazed by the unexpected assault. But Bashfort had reeled to a chair ere Martha could speak, and was sit- ting there, staring at the floor. Helen, terrified by the sudden vio- ience of the man, and by the brief but furious struggle, sank back upon her pillow, and turned her gaze with a helpless, pleading expression to the ragged hole in the ceiling. The hanging laths moved slightly, and she heard a scratching, rasping noise, like the gnawing of a rat. She knew that Clarence was still there, and that he was gazing down upon the scene, though she could not see his face through the ragged fringe of interlocked laths. The noise was the same as that with which he had often signalled his presence at the low cottage window of her first humble home in Sradford. Often, when she knew Clarence at Bradford—and while she sat at night in the little study of the old church clerk who had adopted her as his daughter, copying ancient manuscript for that good old man—had she heard the slight resping sound on the win- dow sill without; and recognizing it as the sly signal, stolen forth to meet her dear Clarence. And recognizing the signa] now, her heart took fresh courage, and she smiled and kissed her hand toward the broken ceiling, knowing that the eyes of her faithful lover were upon her. Bashfort, raising his eyes from the floor at the moment, and seeing the smile, the gaze and the gesture, and hearing the rasping noise, said with a hoarse laugh: “Of course she is delirious! She takes me for her lover, and she kisses her hand to the rats! Don’t stare and glare at me, woman”—this to Martha, roughly, who had received no reply to her indignant question, and who con- tinued to regard him with angry eyes. “How did you know that his name was —the name you called just now? Don’t speak it again, or I'll serve you as I did him!” he added, ferociously, and half-drawing his knife from its sheath. “I was not married to you—I had tev- er even seen you, woman, when I did that deed.” “What deed?” asked Martha, tn a | a really artistic job of lovemaking. i soft and persuasive tone. ‘to pick my secret ftom me, do you?’ You want to pump me, to squeeze my brain! Bah! You are a sharp woman in your way—your tongue is as sharp as the barb they paint for the devil’s tail something—but it isn’t sharp enough to pick Neil Bashfort’s teeth, he growled, and clashed his teeth to- gether in a grin of scorn and defiance, while he closed one eye and leered at his wife with the other. “Go away, then. Why are you lere at all?” “Our lord sent me to see how the young lady was getting on. Has she eaten anything yet?” “Oh, have you brought me some- thing to eat and drink, dear Clarence?” here asked Helen, still feigning to be delirious. “I am so glad, for I am very hungry.” “That is a good sign,” growled Bash- fort to Martha, who at once hastened to place at Helen’s disposal the tray of food which had been brought in, an hour or two before, and which till now poor Helen would have had no heart to touch, even had shé not been in sound and strengthening sleep. “That is a good sign, Martha. Let her eat heartily, though the meat is cold now. There's good wine and cordial there, too Then let her sleep. She may be all right by to-morrow’s sunrise. I'll tell my lord so.” “Well, and suppose she is all right by that time,” said Martha—‘what are you going to do then?” “T? It’s none of my business, nor yours, Mrs. Martha Bashfort. It is our business to obey Lord Genlis. You are to remain in this room with the lady— that is your business. Lock the door when I go out and hide the key, for I know you will go sound asleep again; and sometimes these delirious people get up and roam about, and hurt them- selves. So look to that care, too. Lock the door and hide the key.” Having thus spoken, Bashfort epen- ed the door and departed, renewing his whistling the instant the door closed behind him. Martha locked the door and placed the key in her pocket, and as soon as Helen had no more use for refresh- ment, Martha placed the tray upon the table. “Now that dear Clarence has gone,” said Helen, in a childish way, and kiss- ing her hand toward the door, “T will go to sleep, dear mother.” Martha, believing her lovely charge was still delirious, replied: “Yes, | am your mother, my dear; so go to sleep, while I watch near you.” “Heaven knows,” added Martha to herself, “that I need sleep, too. My sleep on the cliff didn’t do me a bit of good. My head has ached all day from that fall. I was awake all last night finishing and preparing things. I had just got rid of my headache and begun a splendid sleep when Bashfort woke quickly to ‘sleep again, and sleep till ing me that the sorcerer was dead in a pit—I am glad of that—and then, when I was well asleep again, in comes Bashfort once more, and nearly stran- gles me. So now I hope she will go quickly to sleep agai nand sleep till after sunrise—as I know I shall, if I am left in peace.” “Sing to me, dear mother,” said Helen, interrupting Martha’s unspok- en soliloquy. 3 “Sing to you, my child! Why, T nev- er knew how to sing in all my life,” replied Martha. “Go to sleep.” “I wish she would go to sleep her- self,” thought Helen, “for then Clar- ence and I could converse in whis- pers.” “Well, dear mother, as you can’t sing, tell me a story—anything to fix my thoughts, for then I shall soon fall asleep.” “So she may,” thought Martha, “and I may as well tell her a true one, as she is delirious and will never remem- ber it when she gets her senses again. (To Be Continued.) SSRI FE ee Ea Helping Her Out. At the end of January Mrs. Wunder brought her nice new expense book to her husband. “I can figure up my January balance all right,” she said, “but I'm either $19.05 behind or ahead. I remember what all the other items are for, but I ean’t recall whether I spent that $19.05 for something, or you gave it to me for household expenses.” Mr. Wunder looked at the page for a moment and then handed back the book with a condescending air. “My dear,” he said, “that 1905 seems to me to indicate what year this is.”— Judge. So They Are. Yorick Hamm—How'd your Arctic tour turn out? Hamlet Fatt—Oh, we had tremen- dous runs in some towns. Why, in one place we played half a night. Yorick Hamm—Half a night! kind of talk ig that? Hamlet Fatt—Yes; half a night— three months. The nights are six months long up there, you know.— What feet. “You want || Errors Didn’t Matter. “No,” said the publisher. “we have no room for you; in fact, we've dis- charged all our proofreaders. Don’t need ‘em.” “You don't!” cant. “No. dialect exclaimed the appli- We're publishing nothing but stories now.”—Philadelphia Kept Him Guessing. u “J don’t see what a fellow as rich as he is should feel embarrassed when he proposes, to a girl.” “It’s what you might call an embar- rassment of riches. He doesn’t know whether the girl loves him or his mon- en.” It is mighty few men who can make ! Tidbits of News wv for > Scandinavians IN PUBLIC EYE. Scientist and Explorer Are Dabbling in Affairs of State. Those famous scientists and explor- ers, Dr. Fridtjof Nansen and Dr. Sven Hedin, are discussing matters of state with all the confidence of veteran statesmen, and are attracting a whole lot more attention in the wide world. Dr. Hedin is as loyal a Swede as Nan- sen is a champion of the cause of Nor- way. The former maintains that the Norwegians have given no concern to the position of Sweden, but seems to be anxious to break the union, which Sweden is anxious to preserve, be- cause it is essential as a means of pro- tection against forégn encroachment. He is certain that though the act of union does not specifically provide for a joint consular service, it does so by implication. Napser promptly admits that little thought is given to the views of Swe- den, as the Norwegians have never ad- mitted the right of Sweden to inter- fere in Norwegian questio: among which a separate consular service for Norway is one. While the debate waged in the papers will have no ef- fect on the Scandinavian peninsula, it will serve to give the remainder of Eu- rope a clearer insight into the present dispute. Adolph Hedin, a prominent member of the Swedish riksdag, in a public address at Stockholm, sharply criti- cised the Bostrom ministry for its Gouble dealing. He deplored that the cordial relations which had sprung up over the harmonious settlement of the consular question had been disrupted by Bostrom, and said that if Lager- heim and Siguard Ibsen had been al- lowed to complete their work the two countries would now be on such a friendly footing as had not existed since the union was formed. NORSK SINGERS COMING. Famous Chorus That Has Won Praise Throughout Europe. The siudents’ chorus of the Univer- sity of Christiania will sail for Ameri- ca May 1, for a two months’ vacation, during which they will give concerts in the larger cities. They are due in New York May 14, and will leave, on the return, June 21. This chorus has had an international reputdtion for nearly half a century. Time and again it has attended world’s fairs and has made many tours in Norway and abroad, and at Paris and other capi- tals of Enrope has won unstinted ap- plause. This will be its first visit to America, and there 1s no questioa but its triumphs in the old world will be repeated in the new. The chorus will be accompanied by Rolf Hammer, tenor, and Johannes Berg-Hansen, basso, as soloists. O. A. Groendahl, the composer, who has long directed the chorus, will wield the baton. He is recognized as one of the most capable mus: condue- tors in the North, and has trained the chorus to a degree of excellence which will be a revelation to Ameri- cans, who think they know what good chorus work should be. Mr. Groen- dahl nas composed a version of “For- an Sydea’s Kloster,” which many pro- mounce superior to Griég’s. The fa- yorite male chorus, “Ung Magnus,” is also fis work. There will be fifty careXuly select- ed voices taken from the student body and the graduates. They have pre- pared about fifty songs for the coming tour, and among them will probably be Grieg’s “Den Store Hvide Flok,” with which the Lund students made such a hit a year ago. KING LIKES JOKES. Shows a Preference for the “Made in America” Variety. Monarchs are not supposed to laugh, especially in public. Merriment is re- garded as undignified. Yet nothing is more enjoyed by Oscar of Sweden and Norway than a hearty laugh. Particularly is he fond of American jokes, appreciating their snap and point. For that reason he always brightens in anticipation when the American minister, W. W. Thomas, Jr., approaches. Mr. Thomas began his term at Stockholm with quite a fund of sprightly anecdotes, and he has been industriously adding to these. When- ever he hears a good new joke, he loses no time in relating it to the king. It is the delight of the monarch to get Mr. Thomas and one or two other good rezonteurs into his library, where, previous ‘o his abdication, mut- ters of state were invariably cast aside for a jolly hour or so. DIVIDED DEPARTMENTS. Naval and War Portfolios in Different Hands. Christian IX. of Denmark has divid- ed the department of defense and cre- ated two more portfolios for the min- istry, one for war and the other for ABSOLUTELY NEEDLESS AGONY Caused by Uterine Disorders and Cured by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound A great many women suffer with a form of indigestion or dyspepsia which does not seem to yield to ordinary treat- ment. While the symptomsseem to be similar to those of ordinary indiges- tion, yet the medicines universally pre- scribed do not seem to restore the pa- tient’s norma! condition. Mrs. Pinkham claims that there is» kind of dyspepsia that is caused by a derangement of the female organism, and which, while it causes a disturb- ance similar to ordinary indigestion, cannot be relieved without a medicine which not only acts as a stomach tonic, but has peculiar uterine-tonic effects also. As proof of this theory we call at- j tention to the case of Mrs. Maggie Wright, Brooklyn, N. Y., who was completely cured by Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound after every- thing else had failed. She writes: “For two years I suffered with dyspepsia which so degenerated my entire system that [ was unable to attendto my daily duties. [ felt weak and nervous, and nothing that Late tasted and it caused a disturbance in my stomach. I tried different dyspepsia cures, but nothing seemed to help me. I was ad- vised to give Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege Compound a trial, and was happily surp to find that it acted like a fine tonic, ant few days I began,to enjoy and properly digest my food. My recovery was rapid, and in five weeks I was a well woman. I have rec- ommended it to many suffering women.” No other medicine in the world has received such widespread and unquali- fied endorsement,or hassuch a record of cures of female troubles, as has Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Conditions Precedent. Mrs. Hawkins—And ‘ave you mad@ all the arrangements for your mar- riage, my dear? Mrs. Jorkins—Well, not quite all. I’ve got to buy me trooso, and take a ‘ouse, and get me ’usband a job, and buy ’m a good suit o’ clothes, and get some reg’lar washin’ work to do. An’ then I’m to name the ‘appy day.—Lon- don Pick-Me-Up. Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Beara the Z. Signature of LAY, fn Use For Over 30 Years, The Kind You Have Always Bought, Longitudinal Limitations. “Can I put this dog in the baggage ear?” asked the tall, angular matron on the station platform. “Yes, ma’am,” said the conductor, glancing at the daschund and turning the animal over to the brakeman “But we'll have to double him up. There’s only one baggage car in this train. All aboard!”—Chicago Tribune. ‘ Old Maid Defined. “If'a woman’s the ‘weaker vessel,’ I suppose you might properly call an old maid a ‘derelict?’ “Because she’s deserted?” “Well, yes; you see, she isn’t man- ned.”—Chicago Journal. There 1s more Catarrh in this section of the country than all other diseases put together, and unt!! the last few years was supposed to be tucurable. For a great many years doctors pronounced {t a local disease and prescribed local remedies, and by constantly falling to cure with local treatment, pronounced {t incurable. nce has proven Catarrh to be a constitutional dis- ‘and therefore requires constitutional treatment. Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio, is the only const{tutlonal cure on the market. ‘It is taken internally In doses trom 10 drops toa teaspoonful. It acts directly on the blood of the system. They offer one it fails tocure. Sead hundred dollars any for-circulars and testtmontals. Address; F. J EY & CO., Toledo, Ohio. Sold by Take ‘amily Pills for const{pation. Ey’ Used the Wrong Tool. Young Lawyer—No, sir, I couldn't get anything out of that witness with a corkscrew. Old Lawyer—That shows that you are not used to the bar. When we find information bottled up as tight as that we always use a hammer. Piso’s Cure is the best medicine we ever used for all affections of the throat and lungs.—Wm. O. ExpsLey, Vanburen, Ind., Feb. 10, 1900. A real old-fashioned woman doesn't feel that she is doing her duty by her family unless she has soup on rainy days. Not one man in ten thousand leaves his impress upon his fellows, which probably is fortunate for his fellows. FITS ae of Di, Kline's Grear Nerve tentore Bs. 8° Rion tVee hv ifea Street, Phiiacsipsia Se A man usually begins to appreciate his wife about the time that he has killed her appreciation of him. Dr. David Kennedy's Favorite Remedy, the Great Kidney and Liver Cure. World Famous. Wit Kennedy's Sous, Rondout, N'Y for free suumpla Boras When a man admits that he is nev- the navy. Col. Seedorf has been named as minister of war and Com- mander Koefod Hanson as minister of the navy. J. C. Christensen, presi- dent of the council of state, had charge of both departments until the recent change, on April 12. er too old to learn, you may be sure that he is getting pretty old. Mrs. A man is seldom afflicted with the big head unless he has a little heart.