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Health Calumet makes light, digestible wholesome food. Economy Only one heap- ing teaspoonful is needed for one quart of flour. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press uilding, St. Paul, Minn.: Louis Ca- , Lesterville, S. D., buckle; John n, Mapleton, N. D., cultivator at- shment; Sumncr Johnston, Canton, S. D., curryeomb; Gustay Koch, Fair- mont, Minn., shelf bracket; Robert Mealey, Howerd Lake, Minn., miik weighing apparatus; Kistel Osel, St. hg Minn., grain door for railway ca Henry Wilberg, Nome, N. D., soil pulverizing attachment for plows. Art at Albany. Inquisitive—What is that picture osed to represent? Amateur Artist—State street during the street railway strike. Inquisitive—Here, let me throw’a few bricks through it and lend it local color.—Albany Journal. How’s This? ‘Wo offsr One Hundred Dollars Reward for any case of Catarrh that canaot be cured by Hall's Catarrh Cure. &U F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, 0. ecknaa Tod. iness transection; aud fnancts uy obligations inade by his firm, ALDING, KinNAN d& MARVIN, ‘Wholesale Druggists, Tviedo, 0, Hail’s Catarrh Cure {s taken fnternally, acting directly upon the blood. and mascane surfaces of the system. Testimontals sent free. Price 75 cents per bettie. Sold 4 all ea ‘fake Hall's Family tor constipation. orabie in all able to carry Sticking to the Suspect. “A woman ran screaming out of an irs apartment on Main street and d an Officer. ‘Come quick,’ sae -d; ‘a burglar has entered our house ana is murdering my husband. Oh, h and save my husband’s life.’ The officer pointed ahead. ‘See that mea with his cheek puffed out?’ he said. ‘I’ve been following him three blocks. He is about to spit on the sidewalk. I shall not abandon the chase at this time.”—Ottawa Herald. MILK CRUST ON BABY. Lost All His Hair—Scratched Till Biood Ran — Grateful Mother Telis of His Cure by Cuti- cura for 75c. “When our baby boy was three months old he had the milk crust very badly on his head, so that all the hair came out, and ft itched so bad he would scratch until the blood ran. I got a cake of Cuticura Soap and a box of Cuticura Ointment. I applied the Cuticura and put a thin cap on his head, and before I had used half of the box it was entirely cured. His hair. commenced to grow out nicely again, and he has had no return of the trou- bie. (Signed) Mrs. H. P. Holmes, Ashland, Or.” A Probiem. “Yes, he actually tried to kiss me in the dark.” “But why couldn’t he obtain the same result by merely closing his eyes?’—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Important to Mothers. CHAPTER XIV.—(Continued). “T thought,” he muttered—‘“T thought I never again could be infatuated, driven nearly mad, with love for any woman! Years have passed since my blood bounded through my veins like liying flame, making my very brain seethe with that poison of common sense which men and women call love! I thought love of gold, and love of sci- ence, and love of vengeance, and hate for all mankind, alone could find place in my desires. But love for this girl has stolen upon me, and now grapples my very soul. It was strong upon my brain and heart when I saw her mem- ory slruggling back to her mind after I restored her suspended animation yesterday, or I would not have been so mad as to anger the Osreds as I did. My cunning left me—was driven away; I must have been half insane for the time. If I could win from her such devotion of love as she has for him!” he added, with a furious roll of his eyes toward Clarence. “But that is impossible. I never could win the love of the woman I loved. I was cursed with ugliness from my birth. But she shall be mine, even as I once desired that her mcther should be mine. Ha! and I began my plotting against Helen Beauclair to avenge myself as much upon Lady Ida Beauclair as upon this ingrate’—here another fierce roll of his eyes toward Clarence—‘who re- fused to believe that I was his father —who was ever too virtuous to go hand-in-hand with me in my schemes. I hate him for that virtue more than I hate him because he is the son of Robert de Lavet and Rachel Allen- stone, and now I hate him because Helen Beauclair loves him!” He ground his teeth. together so fu- riously that the grating sound filled the cavern like the rasping of two flints; and flame seemed to sparkle from his eyes. “Patience!” he muttered, and en- deavored to regain that cold-blooded- ness which seldom deserted him. “Pa- tience! I may safely leave these inno- cents together here. He is, as the world says, the soul of honor. , She is an angel in his eyes; and in truth I think she is as pure as they say an- gels are. Patience! for lam not ready to strike yet.” ~ He looked again about the cavern, and then stoie away as he had come. He had been gone hours ere the lov- ers awoke, apd it was past, midday when they did so, Helen awaking first. For a time she could not remember where she was; but memory returned to her aid, and she arose and coming from behind the tongue of rock, glid- ed toward still sleeping Clarence. “Ah! he sleeps well and naturally,” thought Helen. And in no haste to break a sleep that seemed so refreshing, she busied herself in setting forth from the con- tents of the hamper what should be a welcome meal for him. She made a table of a large, loose rock in the center of the cavern, cov- ering it with a napkin, and setting forth upon it bread, dried meats, etc, which the hamper supplied. At last some movement of hers awoke Clarence, and he started to his feet so suddenly ,that he startled her into exclaiming: “Oh, why did you spring up so sud- | denly, dear Clarence? Ah, where is he going?” Helen had cause to be alarmed at the strange action of her lover; for no sooner had he sprung to his feet than he hurried to that leaning rock from. behind which the sorcerer had appeared, and sinking upon his chest crawled bebind it until only his feet were Visible to Helen. “Clarence! dear Clarence!” she ex- claimed wildly, and hastened to the spot, for she feared she knew not what. “But Clarence immediately backed himself into view again, and remain- ing on the rock floor in a sitting pos- ture, gazed smilingly at Helen, and yet with some trace of alarm on his smil- ing features. “A dream—a very strange dream,” he said. “I am very glad that he is dead.” “Who, dear Clarence?” “Zeno Sosia. If I did not know that he was dead, dear Helen, I would say that our guardian angels had appeared to me in my sleep, and bade me be- ware of that serpent’s approach. There Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, safe and sure remedy for infants and childrea, and see that it i Beara the Signature of y In Use For Over 30 Years, The Kind You Have Always Bought. The wisdom in a mistake is in the acknowledgement and reparation, but the foolish cannot comprehend it. erie nent hed side idee tines ate ne: 7 ExSonalor Albert Merritt, Park Placa, N.Y. #1e bottle, appears to be a passage leading some- where behind this great slab. I did not know of the fact when I sank to sleep, and yet I dreamed there was, and that I saw Zeno Sosia creep into this cave.” “Qh, good heaven forbid!” cried Hel- en. He is dead, you said.” Of that I have no doubt. 1 may al- most declare that I witnessed his death, for indeed I heard his dying cries,” said Clarence, who then relat- ed to Helen what he had seen and The law is only the guinea stamp— a trust’s a trust for a’ that (in the opinion of the magnate). I do not believe Piso's Cure for Consumptiqn has an equal for coughs and colds.—Joun F. Boren, Trinity Springs, Ind., Feb. 15, 1900. Sunday School Teacher—Johnny, can you tell me what caused the flood? ; Johnny—Yes, ma’am; rain.—a Re PAGE heard while concealed among the brok- en rafters. “Thank heaven—if it be not wicked to say'so,-that he is dead!” said Helen. “But think no more of that ugly dream; doubtless you had imag- ined that there might be a passage be- hind the slab, and that thought caused the dream.” “Very true,” said Clarence, rising. “[ remember now that it was in my The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H, PECK, Giles -. ee, mind to look behind the slab just be- fore exhaustion overcame me.” “And now, dear Clarence, see what a dainty breakfast I have made ready for us,” said Helen, pointing gaily at the viands on the rock table. “I am happy to see you so cheerful.” replied Clarence, drawing her to his bosom and kissing her blushing cheek. “But before we eat let me lock upon the sea and sky. I wish to see what time of day i I shall not be gone long. Here,” he added, drawing a leather covered packet from his bosom and giving it to Helen, “this will amuse you. while I am away. I took the liberty to draw it from the coat of Lord Genlis Jast night, while he slept. Know you anything of him, or of his son?” “Nothing.” “Very well; you may discover some- thing of their affairs by reading the papers in this packet,” said Clarence, who then entered, upon his knees, the narrow and winding passage by which he had on the previous day discovered this retreat. The passage was exceedingly irreg- ular, winding, and often difficult to traverse, and though the direct dis- tance from the cave to the small iedge on the face of the cliff was not more than a hundred feet, the winding pas- sage was four times as great. ‘Two or three similar passages cross- ed this in which Clarence was, but he did not now turn aside into either of them, for he had explored each to its end the day before, and discovered by his sense of touch alone that each ery ed in a small and totally dark cave, with no outlet nor opening save that by which he had laboriously crawied into it. With the prudent foreatght which had been so useful to him since his strange arrival at Dun Aengus, he had placed a recognizable stone at each spot where these side passages cross- ed that which led from the open to the cave in which Helen now was, and so was able to continue his tedious way to the face of the cliff, with no more delay than was caused by the irregularities of the passage. When he reached the cliff end of this passage, which terminated in a small cave not three times larger than a barrel, the top ledge and the lower edge of the cave jutting out like twa great lips of a huge mouth, he sat down to catch breath and to gaze at the sea and sky. He judged correctly that the hour was near and a little past mid-day, for, though he could not see the sun from where he sat, the direction of its rays told him that it was near its ze- nith. The air was fresh and calm, and the surface of the Atlantic ocean gently heaving. There was naught visible in sky or on the sea to tell of that fierce storm which had cast Clarence asaore and shattered his boat on the rocks at the base of Dun Aengus cliff. Far in the distance could be seen a single sail. Clarence had scarcely had time to make these observations when he was startled by the ciatter of loose stones above, and by seeing several leap off, as it were, from the jutting rock or ledge over his head into the air, and go whirling down to the sea at the base of the cliff. The ledge, or upper part of the cave’s mouth, prevented Clarence from seeing what was going on above, and to ful'y explain the cause of these falling fragments of rock it is neces- sary to return for a short time to the interior of Dun Aengnus barracks. Not long before the hour of noon of this day—the 4th of April, 1665—Neil Bashfort was the first of Lord Genlis’ party to awake. f He had slumbered with the expecta- tion that his wife, Martha, would be astir soon after sunrise, and that she would arouse him, if he should be still sleeping at that hour. But Martha, locked in that profound lethargy caused by the drugged wine, did not awake to rouse her husband. The Osreds had slept with the ex- pectation that Bashfort would arouse them to breakfast about an hour after sunrise, or even later. So all three had slept on in that deep and long re- pose which so often follows much ex- citement and great exhaustion; nor had the deep drinking in which the three had indulged during the previous night been wiihout its sporific effect. Neil Bashfort awoke at last, and the first of all, and stared drowsily about him for a time, with much yawning and rubbing of his eyes, until, as he sat up in his bed on the floor, his gaze rested upon the two bullets in the door, “Oh!” he growled, “I remember now —I am at Dun Aengus! A curse take the place! {I wish I was aboard my lugger off Dover. I had a fit last night; yes, and thought I saw the devil, or the same thing to me, that phantom face. There’s where I shot at what I thought I saw. Bah! Now that it is daylight, I-fear no ghosts. What's the time of day?” He got up, and after a good pull at his favorite liquor, strode out of the kitchen, which was a _ windowless room, and obtained its only daylight through a grated opening in one of its The door stood wide open, and the sunlight of almost mid-day beamed brightly into the hall. “Now, I locked that door myself last night!” growled Bashfort, as he saw the open door. “So Martha must be astir, as she should be—for, by my faith, it is nearly noon. What's this?” And as he agked himself the ques- tion, his eyés fell upon the Blanket and veil which Clarence had left in the open space between the inner gateway and the hall door. Bashfort stalked’ out into the open air and examined the articles. “This is one of the blankets I gave Martha for the young lady’s bed!—and this? Why, this is a bridal veil!—the one she had on when brought here. Martha!” “And here Bashfort bellowed the name of his wife with all the strength of his lungs. But he heard no reply except the echo of his own voice among the ruins. “Where is she?—and what is she doing? Martha And here his eyes fell upon the fad- ed bridal wreath, near the gateway of the middle wall.’ “What's this?” he growled, picking up the wreath. “Oh, the wreath that was on the young lady's head. Why'is it here? Martha!” And again only echves replied to his shout. Then, as he strode through the mid- ale gateway and looked ahead, he saw the white satin slipper which Clarence had left just within the archway of the outer of the three walls. “Ha! a slipper!—one of the slippers the young lady had on when— Why, what’s that on the cliff? A pillow!” growled Bashfort, hurrying from the gateway to where Clarence had left the pillow. “'Sflames! what does all this mean?” said Bashfort, picking up the pillow. “Why, this is the one that I gave to Martha for the young lady’s bed! Martha! Where the deuce is that woman?—and what has she been at to lug these things about and leave them scattered around? Ha! what is that?” And here he spied Helen's other slipper gleaming in the sunshine, where Clarence had left its toe impris- oned under a stone, just at the verge of the cliff. Bashfort hurried to it, stared at it; grew suddenly cold and pale; peered down over the edge of the steep cliff; saw something white lodged and flut- tering about a huhdred feet befow, on a ledge of rock that jutted from the face of the cliff, and muttered: “Good heavens! I begin to fear that the young lady escaped from her room, delirious, and tripping over this stone, lost her slipper and her balance at the same instant, and pitched headlong over the cliff. Filled with consternation at this thought, he fled back to the house, shouting “Martha!” at every step. (To Be Continued.) GUN LOADED FOR A WITCH. Charge consisted of Shillings, Wadded With Bible Leaves. Nicholas Vedderman, a retired farmer of Angora, has come into .pos- session of what he believes is a relic of the days when superstition and be- lief in witchcraft was general. This is an old flintlock musket which con- tained a charge evidently prepared for the execution of a witch. Vedder- man, who devotes his time to the col- Jection of curios, purchased the mus- ket at an auction sale held in an old farmhouse recently. From its appear- ance the musket antedates the Revo- lutionary war, and when found was in a deplorable state of rust. In clean- ing it Vedderman discovered that there was a charge in the gun, and this he carefully withdrew. To his surprise he found, instead of bullets, two silver shillings, dated 1781, tight- ly wadded with leaves from a Bible of ancient print. Beneath the shillings was a small lock of hair and a piece of paper containing an flegible quo- tation. The gunpowder was coarse and undoubtedly of colonial manufac- ture. Vedderman, who has made a study of such things, says it was by firing such charmed.charges that the superstitious believed they could scare oft witches.—Philadeiphia Rec- ord. pA SEIC ORE A eAeat Why He Wasn’t Born. A strapping lad of twelve was regis- tered in one of the public schools of Philadelphia. He readily gave the several facts calied for, but he did not know whether his birthday feil on the 10th of November or Decem- ber. The principal was surprised at this display of ignorance on the part of so old a child, and be asked hiw it came to pass that he hadn’t learned the date of his birth. “I wasn’t born,” said the poy. “I had a stepmother.’—Lippin- cott’s. What She Feared. Higgins—My wife says if I should die she would remain a widow until death. Of course, she might change her mind, but it is sort of consoling, just the same. j Jinks—Evidently your wife thinks there is no other man in the world like you. Higgins—On the contrary, she’s afraid there is, and that she’d get him. —Boston Transcript. The One Exception. Rubber—Crossing these streets at intersections, with the wagons, cars, and other things, is like playing a game of checkers, isn’t it? Cumback—Yes, with the exception that it’s always the pedestrian’s time to jump. _— | | | eS Diogenes Again. : k The old man with a lantern wag poking about the streets of Baltimore. “What!” cried a citizen, in amaze- ment, still hunting that honest man?” “Nah!” replied Diogenes (for it was he) in disgust. “I found him long ago —hadn’t you heard of the fellow that paid his taxes when he hadn’t been as- sessed? What I'm hunting now is the Marylander who is opposed to giving the cruiser Maryland a silver service, and I’m about to give it up as a hope- less task.”—Baltimore American. Flying Start. “Did you ask papa?” “I certainly did. You can’t bluff me.” “Well, how did he take it?” “His manner of taking it gave me quite a start.” “What did he say that gave you a start?” “It was not so much what he said as what he did.” id cee Not His Fault. Long—Did you give him the high sign? Short—Well, I did the best I could. —Chicago Journal. Big Charlie's Joke. Charlemagne was in need of amuse- ment. “Why,” they asked him, “do you have such a large number of court jes- ters in constant attendance on your royal person?” “Because,” he replied with a right regal chuckle, “I could not earn the surname of ‘The Great’ were I not careful to keep my wits about me.” It is said that the courtiers died laughing. Paying for Gas. “What is a retainer, pop?” “A retainer, my son, is the money peopie pay us lawyers before’ we do any work.” “Oh, I see, It’s like those pay gas meters. The people have to pay the money before they get any gas.”— Yonkers Statesman. Guaranty. Old Grabbenheimer (tearfully)— Bromise, bromise me, mein dear boy, dot you ‘vill make mein daughter happy. Young Nickelbaum (briskly)—I! guarantees berfect sadisfaction, Mees- ter Grabbenheimer, or I returns der girl.”—Puck. Never Touched Him. Goodley—“Poor fellow! His story was very affecting wasn’t it?” Hardart—‘“Yes, but it didn’t affect my pocketbook.” Not On. Time. “Mamma,” called a Wilson avenue tot from the top of the stairs, “come an’ stay with me till I get to sleep— I'm frightened!” “Didn’t I tell you,” was the reply, “that there was no need to be afraid, because God would be with you?” “Yes, you did—but He ain’t showed up.”—Cleveland Leader. Reassuring. Miss Antique—Is this Dr. Killmore? Dr. Killmore—Yes, madam; you're safe.. I’m not Dr. Osler, Heaven on This Side the Styx. The single aunt—You should be most assiduous to keep yourself un- spotted from the world, Cornelia. You are solicitous, are you not, to enter heaven after you cross the river? The bud—Yes. 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' THE RULING PASSION. y “That story about Ed Butcher, the noted old Iowa racehorse man, Tre minds me of a tale the boys used to tell of Butcher,” said Morris Lysch the other day. “Butcher was a good fellow, as the men who follow the races go. His family were religious. One time Butcher got sick, very sick, in fact. His wife, fearing the end, sent for a minister. Butcher talked to the minister, who urged him that he should not stay away from his God. The road to salvation was not very plain to Butcher. He questlioned the minister closely about what he thought would happen if he should reform just , prior to his death. “will I have wings just like they picture angels?’ asked Butcher. “‘You most certainly will,’ replied the minister. d “Well, then, I'll bet you $5 I can beat you flying when I meet you in heaven,’ retorted Butcher, his eye lighting up with the accustomed flash. “The minister left in despair, and Butcher recovered and followed the races for many years afterwarde.— .. Des Moines Register and Leader. QUEER PAIR OF CHUMS. Razor Back Hog and Pointer Dog on Best of Terms. iets Ireland is full of pigs and pig stories, but America can beat her at - both. There is a plantation on the Eastern shore of Maryland where old methods 4 prevail. The horn blows for dinner at high noon, and among those who until recently never failed to respond was a strangely assorted couple—a pig and a pointer. The pig was bought for the larder, a long-legged, gray pinkeyed razorback with an enormous snout. His head was so heavy that it over balanced his hinder parts, rendering it is necessary to tie a weight to his tad] so that he could root. Dan, the point. * er, and Lot, the pig, took to each other so chummily that the owner decided to leave them to work out their own des- tiny—Brooklyn Eagle. Tess—Yes, I saw her in that gown | she made for herself, and she really | behaved as if she were happy. | Jess—Well? 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