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CON CHAPTER !V.—(Continued.) “Tl be right glad to sit down,” he murmured to himself. “But it’s been worth many times oyer the trouble of going there. I never counted on get- ting more than a five-pound note—not as I really counted quite on that. And here I be with thirty pounds to carry me along until I wants more. It’s a pity as Margaret is one of them as never know which side their bread is buttered. Why, all along she and her boy could have lived that comfortable like! No working, no going hungry, no troubling about the rent. Days in and days out there’d been aHus enough and to spare. Well, anyhow, it’s come to me to enjoy it all in my old age—and I shall enjoy it. Not that I'll live too extravagant like; enough to set Jim Blane and Bill Gard- ner a-talking and a-wondering where the money comes from. No; I'll bea bit cautious—just a decent coat to my back, plenty of baecy, and three glass- es of beer a day. Then, too, I'll get FALSELY << << — BY— Mrs. E. Bagot. Harte. DEMNED dulged, irresponsible child and a thoughtful anxiety for his fate was felt by those whose responsibility in the matter was at stake. Very different were the feelings of Mrs. Brown, whose four husbands had one by one died penniless. She viewed every moment that she waited on Harry as bread taken from her own mouth. Money he had none, and the scanty furniture of the cottage would only suffice to defray his grand- father’s funeral expenses. Moreover, she was now quite anxious to quit the cottage before dark. “To bide through another night at this solitary spot would just be my death,” she said to Jim Blane, who, partly from curiosity and partly from genuine regret for his old friend's tragic end, had walked up to the cotl tage. “Will you take Harry along home with you,” she added. “Can't,” was the conclusive rejoin- der. “My missis wouldn't keep him along with our children for an hour. a respectable body to come im and tidy up for Harry and me. And he shall have all he wants—victuals, clothes, and all. If I’m took I'll just tell Law- yer Formby wher money for the child’s keep can be had for asking. “And as for the poor lass herself? Well, she’s gone to where it’s no easy thing to follow her, as she didn’t give me so much as the name of the place and perhaps she’s safe back home al- ready—who knows? If she is I'll not say anything ‘bout the money until I've let drop a few words about Har- ry’s father, casual like, as it will lead her to speak up and let me see which way she’d take my having been to see him. My, what a lovely place he’s got! It's fit for an emperor to live in! Them carpets in the hall—I shall never forget ’em. “But I shall be glad to get home. Sitting down afore the fire all day to-morrow will be more in my line than going to the Royal Arms. This bit of a hill takes my breath away to- night as it never did before. Lor’! there’s twelve o’clock striking! Id better sit down and jest rest, though, for a minute or two. My! What’s that a-moving along near the hedge? Something biggish and dark and a- crawling along all of a heap. “I don’t like the looks of it. That I don’t!” The old man struggled to his feet again as he spoke. “Ill hurry along. But how my limbs do ache and drag! Who'd have believed my going there’d have knocked me up like this? Oh, there’s that thing a- moving again. It puts me all of a tremble. “Oh, bless my soul! It’s a mant!> What's he up to, not showing himself like decent folk ought to? Now he’s coming straight toward me. I wish a cart would come along or—” * Whizz! A bullet had passed close to Searle. Whizz! another was following instantly. “Don't, don’t; for mercy’s sake, don’t!” he cried in a weak, piteous voice. “Let me be, and I'll pay yer well,” he added, half turning round, but at the same moment forcing his weak, rheumatic limbs to carry him quickly up the hill. The cottage was in sight now! Five minutes more of stumbling along; then—— But before the first of those five minutes had passed a shrill ery rent the air, and the-old man stumbled for- ward, shot through the heart. Mrs. Brown heard the shots being fired and opened the window of the cottage. “Strange, them sounds,” she mur- mured. “One night’ll be enough for me in this place! Of all the lonesome spots I never saw its like! If Searle don't turn up again to-morrow, V’ll— My! another shot! and that cry! Lor’, if it isn’t enough to freeze the blood in one’s veins! I'll shut the window. It’s the first and the last night I'll bide in this place. Mrs. Williams—as He’s best with you.” “Me! as ’asn’t scarcely room enough myself to turn round in, my attic is that small! And them as is short- witted is always a good bit worse when they find themselves in a strange place.” “His mother may turn up in a day or two. If you'll stay here along with him, I'll send my Mary up with some vittals. Seeing I’ve knowed his grand- father from a boy, I'll do that to help you along.” “No! I ain’t going to bide here through another night—not I!” “Well, then, you can get along as best you can!” Having thus freed himself from all responsibilities in the matter, Jim turned and walked away. “Just a man all over! All for his- self,” exclaimed Mrs. Brown, closing the door and returning to the kitchen, where a large, bright fire shed a cheer- ful glow around. “It’s freezing hard,” she muttered to herself, “and the fuel’s a running short. To-night’ll see me in my own snug room—there’s no mis- taking it!” With the last word her eyes rested on Harry. It was not a kind glance, and it was not attended by a smile or a kiss. He was accustomed to both and he missed them. Uttering a frac- tious cry, he looked away and cow- ered near the fire. “Mind you don't fall in,” ejaculated Mrs. Brown, angrily. Startled by the first words of anger that had ever been said to him, he glanced towards the speaker with a despairing, terrified look, then wailed “Mumsy! Mumsy!” “Indeed, I wish she’d come as much as you do,” was the rejoinder, Not another word did Harry ven- ture to utter. His aimlessly ever- moving fingers stole to his golden curls and clung to them. Something was greatly disturbing his unthinking mind. He was feeling so storm-tossed and lonely. What had become of the one being “Mumsy” whose tender, caressing ways had been so comfort- ing to his dazed brain? Why had he slept in his well-worn velvet suit all night before?) Why— “3 But there were so many confusing questions flitting across his bewild- ered mind. Everything was so strange—so altered. No one was kind to him now. “More footsteps!” exclaimed Mrs. Brown, hurrying to the door. “Like as not it’s ‘is mother come back!” The same hope had rushed into Har- ry’s mind, too. He struggled to his feet and also hurried to the door, car- rying with him his favorite toy, a broken horse. But the new arrival was only a con- stable come to interrogate Mrs. Brown on the incidents of the previous night. Quickly both became engrossed in an animated conversation, and neither paid the slightest heed to the poor she calls herself—'ll have to come back. There’s that boy a-waking up now! How I wish this ‘ere night was over! And it’s only gone twelve just a minute or so ago. Searle said he’d be back about eleven. But there’s no placing any dependence upon a man’s promises when he’ll get back at night, as I knows to my cost, ’aving ‘ad four *usbands already. I'll be right glad when daylight comes, and only ’ope I shall live to see it.” Before that yearned-for daylight came the dead body of old Searle had been found and recognized. CHAPTER V. Daylight dawned as the body: of the murdered man was being removed from the high road and carried to the mortuary of the nearest town, Dainton. He had many friends there, and the news of his tragic end spread consternation far and wide. Quickly following that news came whispers of his daughter’s sudden and inexplic- able disappearance ten days before, and instantly all thought with pity of her weak-minded boy. “What will become of him?” the question. ‘ A pauper lunatic’s fate seemed eruel for the much-cared-for, much-in- DEFECTIVE PAGE child. Restless and irritable he was left to wander from room to room, mur- muring under his breath, “Mumsy! Mumsy!” At last he ascended the steep, narrow staircase, climbed on the bed, and peered amongst the blankets and sheets. Each instant the har- rassed look in his expressionless eyes became more distressingly troubled. Now he was downstairs again, roam- ing backwards and forwards from room to room. A demon of restless- ness had taken possession of him.. The door into the garden stood slight- ly ajar, and he wandered out. Hat- less and coatless, he entered the high road, his eyes eagerly glancing some-. times in one direction and sometimes in another, always hoping that they would rest on his mother’s kind face. A woman passed in a cart wearing a black shaw! similar to the one “Mum- sy” always wore, and instantly a gleam of pleasure flashed across his face. The wearer of the shawl must of a certainty possess the gentle hands that had always tended him with lov- ing care. ~ stopping. low that cart until igwas lost to sight. Then he entered a path leading across Again his face bright- These fields were familiar to him, with the pleasant figure of “Mum. 5 ‘ a F . some fields. ened. Alas! the cart drove by without In some inexplicable manner his ir- | responsible limbs caused him to fol- turned round to go home, but his con- fused brain was not capable of pilot- ing him back. Something like a house, something with a low door to it, was near, and into it he crawled. Straw lay about, and he crept amongst it and curled himself up, mur- muring peevishly “Mumsy! Mumsy!” Then he shut his eyes, and a few min- utes later was fast asleep. It was dark and snowing when he awoke three hours later. But he crept out into the open air to continue the search of the woman he called “Mumsy,” whose kind voice, and gen- tle, carressing ways meant his world. Wandering onwards, somctimes crossing fields, sometimes groping his way through dark lanes, sometimes sitting down to rest, he went farther and farther from home. It was-very, very cold, and the fast-falling snow clustered in masses on his golden curls, But he wandered on. His rest- less, semi-powerless hands were icy numb, and could no longer grasp the toy horse, his most prized possession. , With a dull thud it fell to the ground. At last the long hours of darkness were drawing to a close. Now the clock of a neighboring clock was strik- ing six. Clear and crisp the six strokes rang out, and they startled him, made him wish to escape from the high road, to be alone, to hide somewhere. Opposite to him there was a gate leading to a path through a wood, and he eagerly entered it. Cold, hunger, and aching limbs were caus- ing him to long for creature comforts. “Mumsy! Mumsy!” he wailed again and again, as he groped his way amongst the snow-laden trees. No guiding path existed now; all was ob- literated by snow. His strength was waning fast; another twenty minutes of stumbling onwards, then he would no longer have the strength to con- tinue the search for his mother. But now, at last, he had found wel- come shelter. A shallow pit, well screened from the bitter wind, lay be- fore him. Quickly was he creeping down amongst the soft leaves, away from the blinding snow, away from— Suddenly an incoherent cry of joy rang out. His benumbed hands were touching a soft shawl—fringed like “Mumsy’s.” The crimson glow of ear- ly dawn sufficed to enable him to see distinctly a corner of that shawl. Yes; it was “Mumsy’s”! He had found her at last! And his dazed mind was capable of realizing the joy of it, Another moment and he had fallen asleep, clinging to that shawl. Six hours later he was startled by a woman’s voice exclaiming; “Well, I never! A child actually lying here asleep! Poor little soul! Lor’, what lovely hair he’s got! I wish I weren't so loaded up with parcels, or I'd carry shim out of the woods. His poor little limbs must be froze. Here, my lamb!” Saying the last word, she raised her voice. “Wake up! What’s brought you here?” Opening his eyes, Harry gazed into the sympathetic face looking down on him. But it was a strange face, and the sight of it caused him to cling in silent alarm to his dead mother's shawl. “What brought you here, my lamb, eh?” she queried, in a still kinder voice. » Still no answer. “111 put down these things that are hampering me and give you a help up,” she said. . Suiting her actions to her words, she carefully laid down on the snow a large hamper and two good-sized brown parcels; then she walked to where the ground sloped down until it was almost level with the bottom of the shallow pit. Leaning forward, she put her arms round the child’s frail form and tried 'to draw him away. (To Be Continued.) —— ———————— FLYERS OF THE SEA, Automobile Boat for Racing Weighs Only 575 Pounds. » The auto boat is not much heavier than a canoe. The frames are pieces of oak, some not more than an inch square, bent to the required shape and fastened in position. Over these frames are fastened, usually two thin coverings of wood, almost veneers. One thickness is generally of cedar about one-eighth of an inch thick. Over this is stretched canton flannel, which is varnished to make it water- proof. Then another planking, of ma- hogany or cedar, it put on, and this, too, is only an eighth of an inch thick. When this has been rubbed down, pol- ished and finished so that it is as smooth as a piano, the total thickness of the planking is just one-quarter of an inch. A forty-foot boat was built for racing this year which, without the engine, weighed 575 pounds. This will give an idea of the lightness of construction. If one of these boats should strike a submerged log when being speeded—and there are plenty of these floating obstructions in all waters—the shell would be crushed as easily as an egg. The boat would in all probability sink and its crew would have to swim. The motors are worked by gasoline, one drop of which, properly mixed _with air, is exploded in each cylinder, and the force of the explosion drives Wellville,” in each pkg. _ of known therapeutic value,”, says a medical authority. “They are prepar- ed in laboratories of the highest grade, under the care of skilled phar- macists, and they are made from ap- proved formulas. which, in many in- stances, have been the especial pride and specific of some successful physi- cian. They have been tried in the crucible of public opinion and they have been found satisfactory by the people, for otherwise the people would discontinue using them.” A Horse on Him, A father going into his stable one day found his little son, with a slate and pencil in his hand, astride one of the horses. : “Why, Harry,” he exclaimed, “what are you doing?” “Writing a composition,” was the reply. “Well, why don’t you write it in the house?” asked the father. “Because,” answered the little fel- low, “the master told me to write a composition on horse.” They Took It in Turns, Lady Broome, who in her youthful days in New Zealand used to teach the shepherds reading and writing, tells in her “Colonial Memories” of two men living in a lonely and distant river gorge who used to attend Sun- day afternoon service. But they never came together, and their brand new suit of shepherd’s plaid always had a strange effect. “Why can you two not come to- gether,” she asked one day, “either to the lessons or the service?” “There’s difficulty about the clothes, mem.” “In what way?” “Well, it's this way, mem. We've only got one suit, and we got it a be- tween size on purpose. Joe, he’s too tall, and’ Ym, too short, so I turns it up, an’ Joe he wears leggin’s an’ such like, an’ so we makes it do till after shearin’. Cured Her Rheumatism. Deep Valley, Pa., Oct. 2d.—(Spe- cial.)—There is deep interest in Green county over ‘the cure of the little daughter of I. N. Whipkey of Rheuma- tism. She was a great sufferer for five or six years and nothing seemed to do her any good till she tried Dodd’s Kidney Pills. She began to improve almost at once and now she is cured and can run and play as other children do. Mr. Whipkey says: “I am indeed thankful for what Dodd’s Kidney Pills have done for my daughter; they saved her from being a cripple perhaps for life.” Dodd’s Kidney Pills have proved that Rheumatism is one of the results of diseased Kidneys. Rheumatism is caused by, Uric Acid in the blood. If the Kidneys are right there can be no Uric Acid in the blood and _conse- quently no rheumatism. Dodd’s Kid- ney Pills make the Kidneys right. Modern Social Demands. One curious phase of taking our- selves so seriously is the enormously increased importance of the interest- ing. Society fairly bristles. with the interesting. Sometimes one wonders where the uninteresting do. Modern society demands that you should be something or do something,.or say something, or at least pretend to. It is understood that you must be cele- brated or notorious, or well adver- tised, or cheeky and even dishonest, if it is on a magnificent scale. At any rate, you must take yourself seriously and get a swelled head.—Rortnightly Review. ' Dolly More to Her Than Life. Snatched by a timely bystander from instant death beneath the wheels of a trolley car in Trenton, N. J., little eight-year-old Alice Carlton, heedless of her own injuries and the fearful fate from which she had been rescued, begged piteously for her doll to be rescued, too. A car bound down town was approaching, and she waited for it to pass, A car going in the op- posite direction struck the child, and still holding tightly to the doll, she was rolled intothe wire net in front of the car. The fender dragged and the little girl rolled out of it, directly in front of the car. John Elkins snatched her, just in time to save her life, but she was cut in several places, and her first words were: “Is dolly hurt?”—Boston Post. NOTICED IT. ‘ A Young Lady From New Jersey Put Her Wits to Work. “Coffee gave me terrible spells of indigestion which, coming on every week or so, made my life wretched until someone told me that the coffee I drank was to blame. That seemed nonsense, but I noticed these attacks used to come on shortly after eating and were accompanied by such ex- cruciating pains in the pit of the stomach that I could only find re- lief by loosening my clothing and lying down. a “If circumstances made it impos- sible for me to lie down I spent hours in great misery. “I refused to really believe it was the coffee until finally I thought a trial would at least do no harm, so I quit coffee in 1901:and began on Pos- tum. My troubles left entirely and convinced me of the cause. “Postum brought no discomfort, nor did indigestion follow its use. I have had no return of the trouble since I began to/drink Postum. It has built me up, restored my bealth and given me a new interest in life. It cer- tainly is a joy to be well again.” Name given by Postum Co, Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to that have stood the test of time are RETR NOT Eagerness to Rival His European Con- freres Almost Brought Grave Disas- ter—Authorities Thought Him Unfit for Liberty. : \ A report received from Dr. Ernest G. Vanderburgh, a medical missionary at Siangtan, Hunan, China, affords an interesting comparison of Chinese and derburgh has charge of two dispensa- ries and a hospital maintained by the Presbyterian Board of Foreign Mis- sions at the Chinese city named. The dispensaries are in different parts of the city, and as the doctor was leaving one to go to the other he was called to come quickly and help a Chinese ‘| doctor, “This Chinese doctor,” writes Dr. Vanderburgh, “had heard of the opera- tions performed in the Presbyterian hospital and he thought that he must do some operations to make his name great, and not let the foreign devil doctor get all his patients away from him. So when a big strapping fellow of about 21 years came along and wanted him to remove a tumor from his knee the doctor looked it over, sharpened his knife and cut well into the supposed tumor. Then the poor doctor’s troubles began. He couldn’t stop the blood, got scared and sent for me. As it happened I was near by. When I came near enough to see the patient he was sitting on a bench, held up by some friends and two Chinese doctors were using raw silk and powder trying to stop the blood. “I told them to put the man-in a chair and carry him to the hospital, at the same time sending for Mr. Locke to give the chloroform. We. operated, sewed him up and soon saw him safe in bed and doing well. “In the meantime word came that the poor Chinese doctor had been put in prison. We all thought that that was hard, and I sent over my eard and asked that he be released, now that that man operated upon was out of danger. The official sent back word that a man like that should not be at large, but that he would send him out of prison with a soldier to watch him. So he was watched for two or three days. They now tell me that if the man had died the Chinese doctor might have been severely punished or even killed for it.” A Criticism. During the recent American tour of Emile Mors, the automobile ‘expert ‘of France, there was a parade in New York. M. Mors, at the time of the parade’s passage, was on Fifth avenue. See- ing the great throngs of people, and hearing the loud, gay music, he decid- ed that he would like to have a look at the procession, and accordingly he plunged into the deep crowd and tried to work his way to a place of vantage. The nearer the front he got the more evidence he found of the police. The police, indeed, were in great evi- dence, pushing here, shoving there, now uttering loud threats, now mak- ing, amid intense excitement, an ar- rest. “Keep back! Keep back! back!” was the continuous cry. M. Mors,could hardly see the parade for the police, and on account of the excitement that they caused he could not keep his mind on it at all. Turn- ing somewhat impatiently to a man on his/left, he said: “Why, sare, is the crowd being kept back so vairy forcibly?” “So as to give the police full chance to see the procession,” the man an swered.—New Orleans States. Keep Won't Patronize Himself. In the photographer’s family were a wife, three daughters, two sons, and, just as an afterthought, the photog- rapher himself. All of this happy number have been photographed fre- quently, yet, strange to say, none of their pictures bears the stamp of home industry. “How is this.” asked an inquisitive friend. “Why don’t you people have your pictures taken in your’ own studio?” ' “For the same reason,” replied the photographer, “that a doctor calls in another practitioner to treat his fam- ily when ill; that a lawyer generally fights shy of arguing his own case, and that a dressmaker, no matter how competent, hires somebody else to fit her gowns. They are afraid they can- not do justice to a subject in which they take such a vital interest. That is why all of my brood patronize a rival concern when they want really fine photographs. In my own studio’ I would be likely to give a much more satisfactory sitting to strangers thap to my own children.” , As the Waiter Understood. A certain social club held its an- nual convention in a large hall con- nected with a refreshing dispensary. There was little ceremony beyond that absolutely necessary to conduct business,~the members draining their steins and smoking at their ease. The convention was just getting under way when a delegate late in arriving rushed into the hall. “Was the convention called to or- der?” he demanded of a waiter who was standing about, on the watch. Now, this waiter was not up on par- Mamentary terms. His chief acquaint- ance with technical words was with those of his own business. So his re- sponse was not -at all unnatural: “I don’t know whether it was called to order or not sir,” he replied; “but they are ordering quite freely."—New Orleans Times-Democrat. “BY. CHINESE PHYSI- American surgical methods. Dr. Van- | Nervous and Wretched from Wasting Kidney Troubles. Mrs. Henry A. Reamer, Main and Garst sts. South Bend, Ind., says: * “When I began using D®an’s Kigney Pills I was so weak I could hardly drag myself across the room. I was wretched and Zz nervous, and had Ye vackache, bear- ing-down pain, headache, dizzi- ness and weak eyes. ,Dropsy set in and bloating of the chest choked me and threatened the heart. I had little hope, but to my untold surprise, Doan’s Kidney Pills brought me relief and saved my life. I shall never for- get it.” Sold by dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. All of a Cla: “He isn’t qualified to sit in the sen- ate,” asserted the reformer. “Oh, yes, he is,” declared the pessi- mist. “Nonsense. qualify?” “When he bought his seat.”—Port- land telegram. , y When and how did he BABY ONE SOLID SORE. Could Not Shut Eyes to Sleep—Spent $100 on Doctors—Baby Grew Worse—Cured by Cuticura for $5. “A scab formed on my baby’s fac, spreading until it completely covered her frém head to foot, followed by boils, having forty on her head at one time, and more on her body. Then her skin started to dry up and it be- came so bad she could not shut her eyes to sleep. One month’s treatment with Cuticura Soap and Ointment made a complete cure. Doctors and medicines had cost over $100, with baby growing worse. Then we spent less than $5 for Cuticura and cured her? (Signed) Mrs. G. H. Tucker, Jr., 335 Greenfield Ave., Milwaukee, Wis.” His Chance. “Now,” said the old doctor to the student. “I have a difficult operation to perform on a young stenographer this afternoon and you may come in as my assistant, and you'll get an op- portunity to, make some valuable notes.” “I have long wanted to take lessons on a typewriter,” replied the flippant youth.—Fort Worth Record. Auction Sale—Farm Lands. 20,000 acres, the best selection in Otter Tail County, Minnesota, of the Saint Paul & Chicago Railway Company's land grant, will be sold at auction in 40-acre tracts to the highest bidders, ‘at Perham, Octo- ber 25th, and at Parker's Prairie, October 28th, on’ better terms than those offered by the State of Minnesota. For lists and terms send to J. A. NOWELL & CO., 200-205 Globe Bldg., St. Paul, Minnesota. Vegetables a Modern Luxury. It is curious to think how compara- tively modern is the use of most of our vegetables. When Good Queen Bess came to the throng, her lieges only ate two—cabbages and onions; and when the potato was introduced it was not much to boast of, being small and full of “eyes.”—Sketch. Ask Your Dealer for Allen’s Foot-Ease A powder. It rests the feet. Cures Swollen, Sore, Hot, Callous, Aching, Sweating Feet and Ingrowing Nails. At all Druggists and Shoe stores, 25 cents. Accept no substitute. Sample mailed FREE. Address, Olmsted, LeRoy, N. Y. Really Staggered. MeJigger—You look weary morning, old man. Thingumbob—Yes, I made a discov- ery last night that staggered me. MeJiggers—Gracious! What was it? Thingumbob—A quart bottle of ten- year-old that I didn’t know I had.— FITS Retedayts ute or br, kiine’s Great Nerve estore Be PERE Ri Cao There is always some one around to say, “I told you so,” when the unex- pected happens. this Iam sure Piso’s Cure for Consumption saved my life thfee years ago.—Mgs. THOS. ROBBINS, Maple Street, Norwich, N. Y., Feb. 17, 1900. A loafer is a man who loafs and has no bank account. . Mrs. Winslow's Soot! For children teething, softens nih Oyen luces in flammation, allays cures wind colic. 25a bottle. A lovely widow is seldom a lone widow. WHEAT Weather conditions this fall have been ideal so far for shock threshing and movement of wheat to market. The oc- casional showers which have been expe- rienced have helped rather than hurt the wheat itself, as in each case they were followed by clear, sunny weather. Coun- try elevators all over the Northwest are jammed full of new wheat, and the vol- ume of the crop is causing real embar- rassment in many sections. Farmers ure building cribs for temporary accommoda- tion of their grain in several important districts, and instances are pointed out where the new wheat is allowed to re- mairf on the ground just as it comes from the thresher because of the impossibility of handling it with present equipment. Providentially, the weather has been beautifully clear and no damage has re- sulted from this action. The shock threshing has been generally completed. While the Canney elevators are taxed to their capacity, the big grain storage houses at market centers are still able to handle all the the railroads can haul, but the roads are all swamped with the flood of grain, and miles of cars now loaded and pe waiti power to it them to market. We think, that be- fore all thi in is moved, prices will decline eno to make purchases. profitable. Edwards-Wood | Co. cKS AIN PROVISIO! Sas