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~ Baking Powder The only high grade Baking Powder sold at a moderate price. Com- plies with the pure food laws of all states. Trust Baking Powders sell for 45 or 50 cents per pound and may be iden- tified by this exorbitant price. ‘They are a menace to public health, as food prepared from them con- tains large quantities of Rochelle salts, a danger> ous cathartic drug. On the Farm. New Arrival—What a gentle, peace- ful creature that cow is! Just look into her eyes! Old Guest—I did that when I first arrived. But I discovered that in or- der to get a correct line on a cow’s character you mustn’t judge her by her eyes; you must judge her by her hind legs.—Detroit Free Press. Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, safe aod sare remedy for infants and children, and see that it Bears the Sigoatare of y Ya Use For Over 30 Years, Tho Kind You Have Always Bought, Fixing the Blame. “By the way,” said the _ talkative barber to the bald-headed man in the chair, “did you ever try my hair ton- ic?” o,” answered the victim, “that wasn’t what caused my hair to fall out. I’m a married man.”—Chicago Daily News. WOMEN’S WEIRD MENUS. Some of the Things They Order for Luncheon, There was a woman's missionary meeting in a Brooklyn church and the audience adjourned to a Fulton street The place began to buzz, the waiters lost their heads and order gave way to chaos. It as not a multiplicty of orders that caused a total route of the wait- ers, but their weirdness. Here are a few sample orders that the women gave: Strawberry shortcake, German pan- cake and biscotins, Chocolate, preserved ginger and cerealline. Kippered herrings, marmalade and Saratoga chips. Ice cream, fish balls and parsley: Ice cream, stéawberries and mush- room sauce. Souffle of strawberries, ice cream and sweetbreads. Ice cream, bisque of crayfish and radishes.—New York World. restaurant for luncheon. IN COLONEL’S TOWN Things Happen. From the home’of thefamous “Keyh- From the home of the famous “Keyh- down South, comes an enthusiastic let- ter about Postum: “I was in very delicate health, suf- fering from indigestion and a nervous trouble so severe that I could hardly sleep. The doctor ordered me to dis- continue the use of the old kind of coffee, which was like poison to nie, producing such extreme disturbance that I could not control myself. But such was my love for it that Lt could not get my own consent to give it up for some time, and continued to suffer, til! my father one day brought home a package of Postum Food Coffee. “I had the new food drink carefully prepared according to directions, and gave it a fair trial. It proved to have a rich flavor and made a, healthy, wholesome and delightful drink. To my taste the addition of cream great- ly improves it. “My health began to improve as soon as the drug effect of the old cof- fee was removed and the Postum Cof- fee had time to make its influence felt. My nervous troubles were speedily re- lieved and the sleep which the old cof- fee drove from my pillow always came to soothe and strengthen me after [ Cad j= @f St. Giles By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. CHAPTER XVII.—(Ccntinued.) There he found Martha awaiting the return of all to the meal which she had prepared for them some time be- fore. . “Bashfort’s spy-glass! Where is it, woman?” demanded Lord Genlis, in furious haste. “He keeps it in his chest there, my lord,” said Martha, pointing to a great oaken chest in one corner of the kitch- en. “It is locked, and he has the key.” “Locked!” roared Lord Genlis, snatching up an nxe and plying at the chest with fury. “I'll soon unlock it!” And in a moment he had the chest open and the spy-glass in his hand. “Follow, me, woman! I fear Capt. Osred is dead, for he has rallen over the cliff!” And with these words he darted away. “Fallen over the cliff!” muttered Martha, as she hurried after her lord. “Did I not say that devil’s work was to come of all these dark doings?” “Ho!” muttered Sosia, who was at the spying place above the kitchen, which he had selected as an excellent spot whence to hear the result of the search for Helen on the cliit.. “So Capt. Osred has fallen over the cliff! What have they been doing? They have been a very long time away. I imagined some of them might attempt to descendsthe face of the cliff, but I thought only Bashfort would dare do that. Well, whoever survives will return to this kitchen, and I will re- main here to learn what has happen- ed. My two innocents in the cave may still be asleep. At least I know they will keep very quiet down there till long after night sets in.” Of the terrible struggle between Bashfort and Clarence the sorcerer suspected nothing. He was watching the movements of Martha, and pa- tiently awaiting the return of the oth- ers from the cliff while that struggle was going on. Martha, more fleet of foot than Lord Genlis, overtook the lord ere he had left the hall of the building, and, as they ran on side by side toward the platform of the cliff, he told her, gasp- ingly and briefly, what had happened. “Bashfort is the cause of it!” said Lord Genlis, as he again arrived at the bank of the cliff, and hurriedly adjusted the lenses of his. spy-glasses; “and he shall die for his carelessness! No doubt he found Helen Beauclair’s body, fastened it to the rope, and then carelessly permitted it to fall, so that its weight and the sudden tightening of the rope jerked my unfortunate son over the cliff.” Martha, prostrate on her bosom, thrust her head over the brink and gazed downward. “The wierd shrieks of the phantom of the mist, which I heard yesterday,” she muttered, “were not for nothing. They were warnings from old White Beard of Aengus Cliff, as they call the spirit that haunts this place—warn- ings of intended death to some of us! Sosia is dead!—the four sailors are dead!—the young lady is dead!—and now Wilford Osred js dead! And al! within twenty-four hours! Tis no wonder the spirit of the cliff thrice shrieked, ‘Beware!’” , “Ah, he is dead!” here groaned Lord Genlis, who had meanwhile been gazing through the spy-glass at the pallid face below. “My blaekest— hell’s blackest curse upon the soul of Neil Bashfort! Bashfort!” he shout- ed. “Where are you, scoundrel? Why do you not show yourself? You have killed my son! Do you hear, wretch! You have killed Wilfred Osred!” And half crazed with grief and rage, Lord Genlis hurled mingled curses, commands @nd imprecations at dead and unseen Bashfort. “But, my lord,” said Martha, now grasping the slack rope and beginning to draw it up, “if Bashfort fastened the young lady’s body to this. rope, what has become of it? There is no weight at its end below.” “How do I know? Draw up the rope. Where is that scoundrel Bash- fort?” “Perhaps he is badly hurt, my lord; or certajniy, is he heard you, he would reply, if he could,” said Martha, who was rapidly drawing up the slack of the rope; “or perhaps the young lady’s poor body slipped from its fastening, has again fallen clear toi the base of the cliff, and Bashfort has gone down after it again, knowing nothing of what has chanced here.” “{t may be so. We can wait for a time. I cannot recayer my son’s body without Bashfort’s aid,” groaned Lord Genlis. And giving way to grief and rage, he filled the air with groans of agony and then with wild imprecations upon the souls of Zeno Sosia, Helen Beau- clair, Bashfort and the: scheme that had resulted so terribly for him. Meanwhile Martha continued to had drunk Postum—in a very short time I began to sleep better than t had for years before. I have now used Postum Coffee for several years and like it better and find it more benefi- cial than when I first began. . It isan unspeakable joy to be relieved of the old distress and sickness.” Name given by -Postum Company, Battle Creek, Mich. " There's a reason. a ‘Read the little book, “The Raad to Wellville,” in each pkg. an draw up the rope, and ere the noose (or that part which had been the noose) was in her hands she saw that it was red with blood. Thinking far different from the truth, she shuddered, and soon had the end of the rope close under her eye. The bight of the noose had slipped chock up to the knot that had formed its loop, and Martha saw, in what re- mained of the loop, something which made her sunburnt face grow very > pale—fragments of flesh, muscle and sinew, and a great tufft of grizzled beard! “My lord,” she said, in a husky, trembling voice, and holding the ter- rible relics toward him, “Neil Bashfort is dead!” ‘ “Bashfort dead! How know you that?” exclaimed Lord Genlis, staring at the bloody rope. “I know he is dead, my lord. This is his beard. This blood is fresh and bright—not such as would come from a dead body. My life upon it that this is his blood and his beard. He shout- ed to you to draw up, you said, and instantly came the fearful jerk! He shouted too soon; he was not safely in the noose; he may have had the lady’s body in his arms; but that is not pos- sible. The noose slipped and caught him around the neck. My lord, this is part of his windpipe. His head was snapped from his neck by the same jerk that killed your son. Ah, the spirit of the mist screamed its warn- ing for him yesterday!” Lord Genlis, overcome with horror, could only stare and groan. “Patience,” said Martha, beginning to tie knots along the whole length of the rope. “I can climb as well as ever Neil Bashfort could. I am go- ing down to recover the body of your son, my lord. And I think that from the ledge on which it lies I shall be able to see what has become of the body of Neil Bashfort. I will take the glass with me, as it may be of use to me.” Lord Genlis, made no reply. Martha slung the spyglass -atross her bosom, and boldly began the de- scent of the cliff, holding to the knot- ted rope. » - incapable of speech, ’ CHAPTER XVIII. The. Packet of Lord Genlis. Martha Bashfort was both powerful and active, and it was not long before she was standing upon the ledge and bending over the body of Capt. Wil- ford Osred. “He is dead, my lord!” she shouted back to Lord Genlis, whose head was visible to her as he peered over the brink of the cliff. “The fall! must have killed him instantly.” “Ah!” thought Clarence Darrell, now for the first time aware who had descended to the ledge, “it is the wife of Neil Bashfort—the woman Martha! Will she, too, attempt to come further down?” He retired into the rear of the little cave and remained on the alert. Martha, however, made no move- ment to descend, but, leaning as far over the ledge as she could, adjusted the spy-glass to her eye and gazed down among the rocks and sea-scum far below. Clarence could see the larger end of the spy-glass protruding downward below the upper rim or lip of the cave. “It is his body,” muttered Martha, as the powerful lenses of the glass seemed to bring Bashfort’s headless corpse near to her eye. It is his head- less body, and it lies; breast upward, across the body of one of those sail- ors! Ah, what a terrible retribution! But where is the head?” The head had been thrown far off into the sea. Martha supposed such was true after she had turned the glass, in vain, in every direction. She did not regret the death of her ruffan husband, for he had always been a tyrant to her. “He is dead,” she muttered, “and there let him rot! He would have killed me, or I should have killed him, in the end. But I can see nothing of the poor young lady’s body. Is it, pos- sible that, after striking this ledge, it it may have bounded so far off into the air as to fall into the sea?” R She shouted this suspicion to Lord Genlis, much to the satisfaction of Clarence. 4 “I care not what has become of her body!” was the selfish and brutal re- ply of Lord Genlis. “I want the body of my son!” Martha now made a kind of a sling of the end of the rope, after throwing away that part which had beheaded Bashfort—and having adjusted this sling to Capt. Osred’s body, reascend- ed to the top of the cliff. one surround the old hen. wed it better myself. Groan, you rable dog! It delights me to hear you! Ho! it is no safer to at- tack a pupil of Zeno Sosia than it is to attack Sosia himself! But how did ‘Bashfort die?” © The conversation of Lord Genlis and Martha soon revealed to the listening sorcerer what they believed concern- ing the death of Bashfort; and as So- sia heard their discussion on that sub- ject, and as he knew nothing of the facts of the case, he arrived at the same belief. “A very apt death for the bow-leg- ged dog!” thought Sosia, grinning hideously with joy. “My scorched face is better from this moment. Hanged himself so hard as to snap his head off! Bravo! He has saved me a task, as I intended to have him hang- ed myself!” ean Meanwhile, Clarence had returned to the interior of the cave, being con- fident now that the place of Helen’s concealment was in no danger of dis- covery, ‘ Helen rushed to his embrace the moment he stood erect within the cave. : “OW, dear Clarence, shall we ever escape from this horroble place?” she exclaimed, sobbing upon his bosom. “Ah, I feared you would never return to me again! And while you struggled with the ruffian in the passage, ob- what an anguish of terror was mine then, dear one!” “Think no more of him, dear Helen. He is dead, and his body lies far be- low us, among the rocks at the base of the cliff.. Another is dead, too.” “Another!” “Yes. Capt. Osred,” replied Clar- ence, who then narrated the death of that unfortunate young man, without fully explaining to Heien, however, how it had chanced. He had not wished her to know that he had hanged and beheaded the mis- erable Baghfort. He stated only that by some mishap Capt. Osred had fall- en over the cliff, and that Martha had regained the body. * “And now,” aaid Clarence, in con- clusion of his story, “Sosia is dead, Bashfort is dead, Capt, Osred is dead, ard the four sailors who aided them in their schemes are dead! How speedily has the vengeance of heaven fallen upon those men! Only two of Lord Genlis’ party remain alive at Dun Aengus—himself and the woman Martha. I am tempted to confront them, and demand our retreat from Aranmore Island; and to slay them if: they attempt to stay our departure, But IT know not, as I have told you, what power Lord Genlis may have on the island. I, too, am a fugitive from the prison in London. The false charge upon which I was arrested still hangs over my head. I escaped from prison, after several days of close confinement, during which I was unable to get a word to you, and when I escaped I learned that you had been carried away from London, in a closed carriage, ag a mad-woman. - But I knew you were not mad, and believed that your mother had carried you off, | to force you to marry that Lord de Lavet, of whom you spoke to me when last wamet.” “Yes; she had discovered that I in- tended to elope with you.” “But why did you seek the aid of that sorcerer? And why did you nev- er tell me that you had done so?” “Ah, I sought his aid to save me from being married to Lord de Lavet —and before you returned from France. Your letters no longer reach- ed me after my mother withdrew me from Bradford. I knew not what to do—I was in despair. Lord de Lavet was determined to marry me, and my mother was also determined upon the match. I went to the sorcerer, and he bound me by a fearful oath never to mention.the fact.” (To Be Continued.) Lay of the Hen. Of robin, and blackbird, and linnet, spring poets write page after page; their praises are sounded each minute by prophet, soothsayer and sage; but not since the stars sang together, not since the creation of men, has any one drawn a goose feather in praise of the patient old hen. All honor and praise to the singing that cheers up the wildwood in the spring; the old recollections oft bring- ing joy, childhood, and that sort of thing; but dearer to me than the twit- ter of robin, or martin, or wren, is that motherly cluck when a litter of And her mid-winter cackle, how cheery, above the new nest she has made; it notifies hearts all a-weary, another fresh egg has been laid. And when the old bird waxes heavy, and aged, and lazy, and fat, well cooked with light dumplings and gravy, there’s great consolation in that. Surprising Mr. Depew. Mr. Chauncey Depew, the American senator, once dropped in to see a friend at the latter’s private residence, She and Lord Genlis then drew the | and when he left an inquisitive lad, body up, and bearing it between them | who had been playing in the tarried it into the house and placed it | room, asked eagerly: upon the bed in Helen Beauclair’s late prison. “It was to have been his bridal chamber, and this his nuptial couch!” groaned Lord Genlis. “Oh, how ter- ribly have ended all my plans? Helen Beauclair is dead, Bashfort is dead, and now my son is dead! next “Who is that man, papa?” “He is the gentleman your mother and I were talking about this morn- ing,” was the reply, “Mr. Depew, the greatest story-teller I ever heard.” ~ A few days later the visitor came again.: The boy was standing on the My curse | front steps of the house ,and as Mr. cling forever to the soul of Zeno So- | Depew rang the bell, he,said to him: sia! ’Twas by his persuasion that we selected this place to carry out our plans!” “I know you.” Mr. Depew, who is very fond of chil- dren, patted the little fellow on the “Pooh!” thought the sorcerer, who'| head, and observed, encouragingly: was; now peering down at the scene through the ragged ‘ceiling. “You should rather curse your own villainy! | boy, “that tells the biggest. whoppers | York end of their runs. “Do you, ingeed? Well, who am [?” “You are the gentleman,” said the which led you to seek my aid, you | my pa‘ever heard.” » he United States bureatt ry has begun three extensive projects .under its forestry-planting operations for the season. Fifty thousand trees are to be planted in the Pike’s peak forest reserve, 300,000 along the lines of the Delaware & Hudson River rail- road, planted in co-operation with the railroad company, while a similar co- operation with the Northern Pacific railroad is under way. The Pike's peak forests are\for water conserva- tion, while the railroad projects are to supply crossties for the roads. In co-operation with officials of New Hampshire, agents of the bureau of forestry have commenced to make ‘maps of the southern part of that state, which will show the timber land, the agricultural land and the barren areas suitable for tree-plant- ing. It is proposed to map 4,000 acres this summer. Forest work in the state will be done chiefly with the view of advising farmers and owners of second-growth forest as to the best management for the production of pulpwood, boxboards, firewood, etc. Another object is to complete a for- est policy for the state, covering legis- lation upon fire and forest taxation; also a system to protect timber land and to encourage conservative forest management. Under the supervision of the . Unit- ed Stafes bureau of forestry, a forest of 35,000 trees has been planted on the slopes of the San Gabriel moun- tains of California, for the purpose of conserving’ the water of the mountain streams for irrigation purposes. The entire cost of raising and transplant- ing the new forest has been but $1, 485. The experiment, the first of its kind, is regarded as satisfactory. MUNICH THE CITY OF BEER. Consumption of Beverage in That Town 700,000 Barrels a Year. Munich is the great beer city of the world,” said Fritz Sommersen, Mem- phis, who has recently returned from a continental trip. “There are nearly 6,000 breweries in Bavaria, big and little, or about one to every 1,000 in- habitants.. The largest arg in Munich, one of which produces annually 7,000,- 000 gallons of beer, and there are two others not far behind. “The city of Munich drinks every year 700,000 barrels of beer, or nearly two barrels to every man, woman and child in the place, and pays more than $6,000,000 for it. Taking the whole country, the consumption of beer is 260 quarts a head of population. Mu- nich alone has nearly 300 breweries. there having been a steady increase in the number for the last 200 years. In 1600 there were sixty breweries in the capital, but the first records con- cerning the brewing of beer date back to 1150. For several centuries after that time mead, a concoction of water and fermented honey, was the com- mon drink of the people. “In 1615 the hofbrau, or royal brew- ery, was established, which is still a flourishing institution and puts a great deal of money yearly into the king’s coffers. When Gen. Grant was in Munich the hofbrau was the only one of the city’s sights that he chose to see, and he was so well pleased with the beer that he gave the wait- ress a 50-cent tip.”—Milwaukee Free Press. f A Prayer to Love. Pray you, my master, let me keep my dream, Of'all sweet ‘things have I not been be- reft, Of very youth, of very happiness? Why should you covet this one fairing left? Nay, grant me this. What slave coulé ask for less? Pray you. my master, let me keep my dream. Pray you, my master, leave to me this thing: I, who was rich one day, to-day am poor , Beyond men’s envying, save but for this, This dream for whose glad sake I still endure; All else you filchéd in that one Judas kiss. Pray you, my master, leave to me this thing. Pray you, my master, let me keep my dream, O, Love. I gave it to you so much, so much— Desire of joy, yea, and desire of tears— Leave me this one dear solace in my touch, This little lamp to light the desolate years. Pray you, my master, let me keep my dream. —Theodosia Garrison, in Harper’s Bazar. Why He Paid the Fare. Three small boys who were in a crowded car going to a suburban ball game were discussing the effect the cost. of the trip would have on their supply of pocket money, and reached the point where they were deciding if they wouldn’t have to walk home if they had -to pay to get into the grounds. “T won't,” declared one of the boys. “Why not.” asked his incredulous companions. The boy with the five- cent surplus jerked his head in fhe direction of a young man on the end of the seat and explained: “He paid my fare.” “Oh, I know what he did that for,” commented one of the youthful cynics. “He’s after your sister."—New Yorks Press. Railway Mail Clerks’ Hotel. The clerks of the railway mail ser- vice who work in the traveling, post. offices that run in and out of New York have a lodging house at 26 Vesey street, which they mz atadh at a cost, of $12 a year for each pf the 700) clerks who put up there gt the Ne is is a tris) fle over 3 cents a night forjeach clerk, # 5 Sa She Has Guided Thousands to Health.— How Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com- pound Cured Mrs. Fred Seydel. It is a — satisfaction for a woman to feel that she can write to anothertellingher the most private land confidential details about her illness, and know that her letter will be seen by a wo- man only, @ wo man full of sym- pathy for her sick sisters, and above all, a woman who has had more experience in treating female illa than any living person. Over one hundred thousand cases of female diseases come before Mrs. Pink- ham every year, some personally, others by mail, and this has been go- ing on for twenty years, day after day. Surely women are wise in seekin; advice from a woman of such experi- ence, especially when it is absolutely free. Mrs. Pinkham never violates the con- fidence of women, and every testimo- nial letter published is done so with the written consent or request of the writer, in order that other sick women may be benefited as they have been. Mrs. Fred Seydel, of 412 North 54th Street, West Philadelphia, Pa., writes: Dear Mrs, Pinkham :— ‘ “Overa year ago I wrote youa letter asking advice, as I had female ills and could not carry a child to maturity. I received your kind letter of instructions and followed your advice. Iam not only a well woman in con sequence, but have a wutiful baby girl, I wish every suffering woman in the land would write you for advice, as you have done so much for me.” Just as surely as Mrs. Seydel was eured, will Lydia EE. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound cure every woman suffering from any form of female ills. No other medicine in all the world has such a record of cures of female troubles as has Lydia E, Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Therefore no prudent woman will accept any substi- tute which a druggist may. offer. If you are sick. write Mrs. Pinkham, Lynn, Mass., for special advice. It ia free and always helpful. KEEP YOUR MIND ON THE DRAFT. Then You Won't Catch Cold, Says a Doctor—Just a Matter of Nerves. The trolley cold, which is the result of exercise followed by a ride in a street car, is just now easier to catch than at any other time. Then there is also the subway cold, produced by the same causes and just as violent in its uncomfortable effects. Nobody need suffer from either sort of cold if the testimony of a physician is of any value. “Nobody need. catch cold, even in a draft,” he told a patient the other day, “so long as he continues conscious of the fact that there is a draft blowing on him. Just keep that in mind and there is no danger. “But forget it for a moment and there is gong to be trouble. Taking cold is largely a matter of nerves, and any man who follows my advi sits tight and thinks of the draft all the time that it is blowing on him will escape taking cold.” MOON FIXES CRAB PRICES. Connection Between Its Phases and the Crustaceans. “The prices of soft-shell crabs are governed by the phases of the moon,” said Hiram Beecher of Annapolis. “The sloughing season of the crab is after the dark of the moon, increas- ing as the moon nears its full—operat- ed upon by the unvarying law of sup- ply and demand, as the supply be- comes more abundant at the moon's full, prices after drop to 10 or 15 cents a dozen, while at other seasons the fancy prices of from 60 to 80 cents are received. It is only at the season of shedding its old for a new garment that the crab grows and develops from the small crab at the opening of the season to the ‘channeled’ at its close. A grassy shore or flat is the favorite resort for the sloughers, for there, to a great extent, they are Out of the way of their inveterate enemies, eels.”— Milwaukee Free Press. Proved Beyond a Doubt. Middlesex, N. Y., July 3.—(Special) —That Rheumatism can be cured has been proved beyond a doubt by Mrs. Betsy A. Clawson, well known here. That Mrs. Clawson had Rheumatism and had it bad, all her acquaintances know., They also know she is now cured. Dodd’s Kidney Pills did it. Mrs. Clawson tells the story of her cure as follows: “I was an’invalid for most five years caused by. Inflammatory Rheumatism, helpless two-thirds of the timé. The first year I could not do as much as a baby could do, then I rallied a little bit and then a relapse. Then a year ago the gout set in my hands and feet. I suffered untold agony and in Au- gust, 1903, when my husband died I could not ride to the’ grave. “I only took two boxes of Dodd’s Kidney Pills and in two weeks I could wait on myself and saw my own wood. I dug my own potatoes and gathered my ojvn garden last fall’ Dodd's Kid- ney Pils cured mel.” Rheumatism is caused by uric acid the Kidneys in shape to take all the uric acid out of the blood. Experts. She—Some people can make’ the cy. n't them? Hé—Yes; and some can do better . than} that; they don't even have to try-¢Detroit Free Press. ° 4 in the blood. Dodd's Kidney Pills put | a ss 4 fearfully disagreeable if they ” |