Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, October 14, 1905, Page 8

There 18 no” lie LimeorAmmoniain Calumet Baking Powder “WOT IN THE BAKING POWDER TRUST= it makes pure food. Across the Bloody Chasm. He was up from the South for the first time and was seeing New York from a trolley car. In the lapel of his coat was a Confederate veteran’s badge. The man next to him wore the bronze button of the G. A. R. “Stranger,” said the Southerner to his old-time foe, “there don’t seem to be as huch difference betiveen you-all and we-all except that you-all say ‘guess’ and we-all say ‘reckon.’” “No,” responded the other, “except that we could always guess a blamed sight better than you could reckon.” The car reached the end of the line just then and the two old soldiers en- tered a saloon arm in arm.—New York Sund. A Good Baron Munchausen Story. In connection with old Admiral Jauregulberry, a writer remembers a curious incident. At the fight of St. Jean-sur-Erve, during the retreat on Laval, the admiral was galloping along the front, his tall, bony figure erect, his long gray side whiskers streaming in the wind, when some fragments of an exploding shell abso- lutely decapitated his horse, which, nevertheless, galloped on quite forty yards before it fell, the admiral mean- while retaining his seat unmoved, though he profited by the respite to free his feet from the’stirrups in such a way that as the horse collapsed he easily alighted. His only comment, in response to the congratulations he re- ceived on his escape was very chara >= teristic. “Some people imagine,” said he, “that sailors cannot ride.”—Dun- dee Advertiser. Best in the World. Cream, Ark., Oct. 9th._—(Special.)— After eighteen months’ suffering from Epilepsy, Backache and Kidney Com- plaint, Mr. W. H. Smith of this place is a well man again and those who have watched his return to health un- hesitatingly give all the gredit to Dodd's Kidney Pills. In an interivew regarding his cure, Mr. Smith says: “TI had been low for eighteen months with my back and kidneys, and also Epilepsy. I had taken everything I knew of and nothing seemed to do me any good till a friend of mine got me to send for Dodd’s Kidney Pills, I find that they are the greatest medicine in the world, for now I.am -able to work and am in fact as stout and strong as before I took sick.” Doda’s Kidney Pills cure the Kid- neys. Cured Kidneys cleanse the blood of all impurities. Pure blood means good health. Truly. Elise—Mamma, what habit? Mamma—A riding habit, dear, is what makes people too lazy to walk.— Judge. is a riding Two-thirds of what people call prin- ciple is bull-headedness. 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Instantly his ‘hands clung with re- doubled strength to the shawl. “Come, come, dearie—don’t be afraid of me!” she expostulated, gently. But the only reply was a piteous ery of “Mumsy! Mumsy!” “Your mother? Yes, yes! I'll help you to find her. Of course, you’ve lost your way, and I'll warrant that she’s in a dreadful state of mind about you, wondering where yo’ve go to. Lor’! he’s wearing a little velvet suit and a lace collar, too, worn and mended, but tidy all the same. There now,” she continued, in a louder and more soothing voice, “don’t look so fright- ened, dear. I can’t leave you here asleep in the snow. It wouldn’t be a humane thing to do at all.” But her coaxing voice availed noth- ing. Harry’s face was still turned away and his hands still clung to the shawl. “Well, if you won't come willingly, I must carry you away, willing or not. There, there; I'm not hurting you. Loose hold of what you're clinging to, dearie.” The child’s frail strength could not withstand the woman's, and with a ery of terror he unclasped his hands and allowed himself to be lifted out of the pit. But no inducement pre- vailed to make him stand. He sank down on the ground and- began to whimper in a weak voice. “Tll carry you to the path and step back for. these parcels. It’s hard walking amongst these bushes,” said the woman, taking him into her arms. And it was equally hard work, too, for her to carry him. At last it was accomplished; then she hurried back to fetch her parcels, calling out as she did so, “Bide there, dearie. I'll be back in a minute.” The woman’s injunction to await her return had no influence on Harry. He did not understand the meaning of what she said; but he understood that efforts were being made to take him away from the spot where his moth- er’s shawl lay hidden, and instantly he was hurrying back to that spot. “Come, come! You mustn’t do that,” cried the woman, her patience giving way. “You mustn’t, indeed!” Then, in a different tone and to her- self, she added, “It’s been a night of terror to the child, and it’s fairly driv- en him out of his wits, judging by the look in his eyes. But I can’t stay here all day. Daylight is precious this time of year.” Already Harry was in front of her. A moment later he was nestling down in the pit and drawing more of the shawl into view. Mrs. Mordan—for that was the’name of the would-be preserver—was the Jast woman in the world to leave a child to die of cold, and she forthwith detegmined to lose her parcels and basket in order to carry him out of danger, Tenderly but firmly she raised him pnee more from the ground; but this time he clung to the shawl with ob- stinate tenacity. Little by little he drew it from under the dead leaves; little by little he uncovered his moth- er’s body. Now a marble-white hand smeared with blood was exposed to view. But Mrs. Mordan’s face was turned away. She saw nothing. It was Har- ry who first noticed those hands. “Mumsy! Mumsy!” he cried, in a weak, piercing voice. Quickly Mrs. Mordan looked around. Something in the child’s voice startled her and frightened her. Anxiously she peered into the pit. One glance sufficed to tell her that she was the discoverer of a ghastly tragedy. Then, trembling, from head to foot, she gazed into the shallow pit. “Dead! Murdered! And thrown down there,” she gasped, as the color rushed from her cheeks. “I never saw anything so awful before!” Her teeth’ were chattering from terror now. “I can’t stay here! No—not a second longer! Of course, the poor child is the dead woman’s. And her dress is all covered with blood! I wonder if she fell in? It’s possible! No, it’s not! Those leaves thrown all over her is someone’s work at hiding her. No wonder the poor child’s gone mad! 3o shall I, if I don’t hurry away! It’s my duty to carry him to the road as fast as I can, and I’ll ask anyone who may drive by to take us to the vil- lage. If they'll wait a bit I can step back for the parcels. Here, dearie, you must come dway; you must, in- deed.” To unclasp Harry’s hands required strength, and Mrs. Mordan felt her- 3elf.more than justified in using that strength. A second later she was hurrying to- ward the high road, encouraged to hurry by the distant sound of ap- iowa: cart wheels. “CHAPTER VI. “Stop,” cried Mrs. Mordan, as she teld up her right hand arrestingly. “Stop!” she repeated with an petal He knew her slightly —quite sufficiently well to realize that CONDEMNED Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. ling nature having happened. “Never saw her so put out before,” he muttered to himself, as his eyes studied the quickly advancing woman with considerable interest. “['ve just come upon a murdered woman’s body!” she exclaimed breath- lessly. “A what?” he gasped. “A murdered corpse!” averred Mrs. Mordan, who was of Irish origin. “It’s this boy's mother, too—I’m sure of it! The poor lamb actually wants to go on sitting beside it. I'll never forget the job I have had to get him away. Oh, lor’, I’m all a-shaking and a-shiv- ering!” “And it’s enough to put anyone that way if what you say is true.” “True?” repeated Mr. Mordan, in- dignantly. “If you doubts my word, you can step up and see for yerself, and I’d be much obliged to you if you’d carry back my parcels and a big bas- ket that you'll come upon close be- side the body.” “All right! I'll carry them back, if you'll just hold these reins for me. The mare’ll stand steady enough? Don’t take no offense when I tells you that as women’s sayings aren’t be- lieved in overmuch it’s just as well I should take a look at the pody—or whatever’s gived you a fright—before we drive away.” / “Yes; and don’t forget my parcels,” was the reply. Particularly anxious was Mrs. Mordan not to fetch them herself. “But just step back first,” she added, “an lend me a hand with this. boy. The poor child’s off his head a bit from what he’s seen.” Quickly woman and child were in- stalled in the cart with the man’s help, then as quickly he was making his way through the wood to the spot where poor Margaret's body lay ex- posed. A glance into tne shallow pit sufficed to tell him that Mrs. Mordan had spoken truthfully, and the next instant he was gathering up her belongings and making his way back to the cart with all possible speed. “Well?” she asked; took?” “Lor’, no!” he ejaculated, in an awe- stricken voice. “But I wish you'd been! -There’s no doubting that it’s murder, and it was not done yester- day nor the day before either; so the sooner the police are on the track of the man who did it the better for the safety of everyone hereabouts, es- pecially the women.” With the last word Hicks sprang into the cart and began to drive at full speed towards the village of Ar- lington. Meanwhile, Mrs. Mordan took up the thread of conversation, explaining in the language of a volu- able woman why she had wandered from the path through the wodd, where she had been, and all other .° tails in connection with her mo ing’s work. i “Yes, yes,” agreed Hicks, who want- ed to hear more about the tragedy and less about Mrs. Mordan person- ally. “You were saying just now as how you'd had a glimpse at the corpse’s face,” he continued. “‘Speak- ing as well as you can, will you just give me a ‘int, private-like, as to who you think she may be.” “T don’t know; can’t guess! Should- n’t think that she belonged to here- abouts, . Leastways, I've never to my knowledge set eyes on her or this child before,” “Nor I, neither! with ‘im?” “Give him to the police to take charge of until his rightful owners step forward and obtain him. My! won't it be nervous work for us all at night, until the guilty -villain is in the hands of justice? Not a woman will go out by herself after dark for many a long:day. I know I shan’t!” Here Mrs. Mordan concentrated her attention upon putting Harry to rights and then trying to hush him off to sleep. He had ceased now to cry mournfully for his mother. In half an hour the cart’ drew up opposite the police station, and all alighted without a second’s delay. A murder case! The inspector’s at- tention became at once riveted on Mrs. Mordan’s agitated, rambling in- formation. Nothing that could rouse him to energetic measures, nothing that added to the ghastliness of the “was I mis- What'll you do situation did she omit. She rushed on, talking excitedly, and growing more and more graphic every mo- ment. More than once the inspector glanced toward the silent Hicks, and look state- always received an affirmative which echoed Mrs. Mordan’s ments. “And now that I have told you ev- erything, sir,” she said, in a summing- up voice, “I hope you'll lose no time in laying your hands on the murderer or murderers, as the lives of honest ‘folk wont be safe whilst him or them as did the crime remain at large. All T hope is that it won't be brought home to anyone as lives in thi village, where I was born and—— “Not an instant’s delay will occur | before people are on their track,” in- terrupted the inspector, who knew irs. id i ‘he departure all her color was at-| of da pahieright et Ephrem bog! not word about the child! “What's to be done with him?” “He must be sent to the workhouse,” replied the inspector, with decision. “Poor little chap!” It was Hicks that spoke. “I’m thinking,” he added, slowly, “that there's a lot behind his mother’s murder. Judging by her clothes, I shouldn’t think she was @ penny piece scarcely. Money was not what she was murdered for.” The inspector, having now elicited all necessary information, turned to Hicks, saying: “I want you to remain here and go with the hand-ambulance, which will be sent immediately to take the body from the wood to the mortuary. The inquest will take place to-morrow.” “Yes,” replied Hicks, with a shud- der. Mrs. Mordan’s presence was dis- pensed with at once and Harry dis- patched to the workhouse. “Can I step round to the Royal Arms for a glass of ale?” asked Hicks. Permission was granted, and within five minutes the news that a murdered woman had been discovered hidden in the shallow pit in the wood was spreading like wildfire through the vil- lage. The speed with which it spread was assisted by Mrs. Mordan, who, surrounded by a group of nervous- looking women was dilating on the ghastly spectacle she had seen. But nothing that was said created so much consternation as the arrival of the hand-ambulance in the main street. All those who had not come within Mrs. Mordan’s and Hick’s nar- rative powers hastened to inquire why it. was being brought into use, and ex- perienced no difficulty in having their curiosity satisfied. Let’s go along and see,what's.to be seen,” suggested one man, and the suggestion was echoed by many. Just then a young constable remem- bered that an old man had spoken to him about a missing daughter two days before, and now reminded the inspector if it. Only too clearly did the latter recollect the incident, which he had dismissed as not worthy of at- tention, especially considering the old man had declined to give his name and address. It was an awe-stricken group that followed the ambulance into the wood, Hushed was every voice, full of dread each face. Yet they came—men, wom- en and a few elder children—deter- mined to see with their own eyes this murdered fellow creature. “Stand back all!” It was the in- spector who spoke. They had reached the shallow pit. Quickly were his directions being given; quickly were they obeyed. The hands that removed the debris and raised the body from the pit shrank from their work as greatly as the hands that had_placed the body there. “Only recently murdered,” said one of the constables. “And do you see that wound in the arm? The person who inflictéd that wound worked hard at covering her up afterwards.” A shuddering murmur of concur- rence was the only reply. Now the removal to the ambulance had been accomplished. But covered over and carefully screened from, view was the face and form of the late Lady Ellingham. All lingering doubts and disbelief in the possibility of a tragedy having been committed were now entirely quenched. Talking more loudly and excitedly than when they entered the wood, all were wending their way back to the high road. Who could have murdered the woman? Whom could she be? No stranger would wander aimlessly into the wood! These and other questions and remarks were be- ing rashly uttered and as rashly an- swered. Now broken up into small groups, the people, headed by the ambulance, were approaching the gates of Carlton Park, (To Be Continued.) ’POSSUMS SCARED TO DEATH. Buzzards Circling About Bring Queer Case to Light. Records of animals being frightened to death ‘are rare, yet this seems to be the only explanation for the death of eight opossums whose bodies were found by Jacob Bensel in a swamp near Risley, N. J., last Tuesday. As Bensel was returning home from a berrying trip his attention was attract- ed to a huge fallen oak by a dozen or more turkey buzzards which were cir- cling above it. Examining the tree he found it had been split in half by lightning, and about three feet from the ground he spied in the hollow two old opossums and six young ones, ap- parently asleep. Hoping to secure them for pets, he crept upon them slowly, but as they did not attempt to get away he examined them and found them dead. No marks could be found on them, and there was no evidence of electrocution, the only explanation be- ing that they were frightened to death by the sudden crashing of the light- ning bolt.—Philadelphia Record. ‘ Backyard Aristocracy. “What did you want to make your nest vader that bunch of thorn bushes for®°” growled the old rooster. “Is that one of your fads and fancies?” “Perhaps,” clucked the old hen, sur- veying with pride her fifteen eggs. “You can’t deny that this is a pretty smart set, anyhow.”—Chicago Tri- bune. How Not to Learn to Swim. In order to secure the attention of the reader to any special article that is brought before the public, it is often the custom to lead the reader on by the introduction of an interesting story until by one bold jump, he is introduced to the subject that it is desired shall be brought to his notice. This is not fair to the reader, and it is not the intention to do that in this article. It will discuss in the brief- est way “Western Canada” and its possibilities for settlement. For the past six or seven years the Govern- ment of the Dominion of Canada has talked of the resources of Western Canada to the readers of this and thousands of other papers through- out the United States. The quality of the soil was spoken of, the large area of fertile lands was discussed the possibilities of the country as a grain-growing district were talked of, and the story of the success of farm- ers from the United States was told. The story is not yet an old one. The two hundred chousand from the United States, who have made West- ern Canada their home, who have taken advantage of the 160 acres of land that the Government gives free to actual settlers are telling the story to-day to their friends. They have proven the statements made through these columns and by the Government Agents. They have produced from their lands, twenty, thirty, forty and more bushels of wheat to the acre, and netted profits ranging from three to ten and more dollars on every acre tilled. They have found the climate fully as good as they were told it would be, schools were convenient and easily organized, railways were uot far distant, and markets close at hand. The social conditions were such as they chose to make them, and law and order were observed. Many of them bought land, because it was low-priced and good, and hundreds of cases could be cited where the pur- cbase price of the land was paid out of the first crop. The writer knows of eases this year where the farmer, as a result of the yield on his farm, was put in a position that would enable him to increase his holdings three extra acres for every acre cropped and pay cash for it. Is it any wonder that one grows enthusiastic when speaking about Western Canada. But what may be said of this year. We are now in a position to speak re- garding it. The conditions throughout Manitoba and the new provinces of Alberta and Saskatchewan have been remarkably favorable. Had condi- tions been no better than in past years there would have been every cause for congratulation. We" find the:gh all previous records broken, aud that from a four million acre crop of wheat there will be one hun- dred million bushels of a yield—or 25 bushels to the acre. Could anything better be desired? Covering the en- tire country the same splendid reports are being received. The following dispatch was sent by Mr. F. W. Thompson, Vice President of the Ogilvie Milling Co., one of the most eareful grain men in America: “Have just returned from covering several hundred miles of the crop district. I never saw anything like it in this country before. The average yield and quality far exceeds our earlier expectations. It is an im- merse crop. The weather is extreme- ly favorable.” Up to three weeks ago it was Mr. Thompson’s opinion that the crop would not reach general expectations. “F. W. Thompson sends another telegram from Winnipeg to-night, say- ing that his estimate of the wheat crop is now one hundred millions bushels. Before he went west he thought it would fall considerably short of that figure.” The moral of this story is that there should bé no hesitation in making a decision if you wish to better your condition; or, if you have a family of boys that you wish to become set- tled on farms, it is a safe proposjtion to call upon the nearest authorized Canadian Government Agent, and get particulars as to most suitable dis- tricts and railway rates. A Perfect Clod. “Have you really broken your en- gagement to hini?” asker the first sum- mer girl. “Yes,” replied the other, “he was no fun at all. I simply couldn’t make him jealous no matter how I tried.”— Philadelphia Press. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week ta Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn. Gaylord Bee- be, Minneapolis, Minn., check protec- tor; William Clifford, Duluth, Minn., dredge anchor; Edward Forkey, Min- neapolis, Minn., horseshoe calk; Frank Higgins, Fargo, N. D., stamp case; Louis Marchessault, Minneapolis, Minn., boiler; Andrew Neudecker, Clements, Minn., horse whipping mech- anism; Henry Spaulding, Canastota, S. D., corn planter. Renunciation, .. Bessie—I simply refused to give him up, so papa stepped in and dragged me off to Europe. Tessie—So you had to give him up after all? Bessie—Mercy, yes; On the third day out I gave up everything.—Cleve- : land Leader. ‘The bachelor pays his money to go and hear lectures, the married man gets his at home for nothing; and yet of matrimony. would you do under ? I took a lady friend to a matinee a few weeks back, and of course after the performance I offered her tea. She accepted; but to my horror I found I had only a quar- ter and she ate at least fifty cents’ worth.” “Under those circumstances,” re- plied Turvey-drop, “you should have explained that you would have to send an important telegram, and as soon as you got outside you should have left your watch with a friendly pawn- broker,” “Couldn’t. He’d got it already.” “Then, of course,’‘there was nothing for it but an explanation and a hint that enough to pay the bill would be treated as a debt of honor.” “Couldn’t do that either. There was an old gentleman sitting at the table, and one can’t explain a thing like that before strangers.” “Perhaps not. But what did you do?” “Well, I watched an opportunty and took that old gentleman’s check and left him mine. His was only fifteen cents.” “Mr. Miggs,” said Turveydrop, “you need no instruction in that beautiful accomplishment—tact.” Referred Lord to the Papers. “Tt’s no end of fun,” said a jolly looking young fellow to his compan- ions in the subway, “to go to church in the summer when this philanthropic pulpit exchange business is on. “Our pastor is way off on Long Isl- and somewhere and the preacher in whose church he is conducting serv- ices for the summer has been sent on here, “This country parson has been a cir- cus right along with his original re- marks, but he reached the limit on Sunday when he began his prayer by saying: ‘O Lord, thou didst see by the morning papers.’”—New York Sun. ‘TO SOUTHERN TEXAS AND RE- TURN, $28.15. To Mexico City, $53.55. Round-trip tickets on sale via the Minneapolis & St. Louis Railroad. Liberal limits and stop-over privileges. Call on W. E. Witherspoon, City Ticket Agent, No. 398 Robert street. Where the Lines Were. “When he proposed,” said Miss Pas- say, coyly, “I tried hard not to let tim see what my feeling towards him was.” “But you couldn’t deceive him, eh?” asked Miss Pepprey. “No; he said he saw his answer in my face.” “Ah! He read between the lines, I suppose.”—Catholic Standard. What She Desires. “It may not be your intention,” re- marked Miss Gaddie, “but doesn’t it occur to you that your treatment of me is rather calculated to make us bad friends?” “No,” replied Miss Kandor, coolly, “I had an idea it would make us good enemies.”—Philadelphia Press. You Have No Right to Suffer From Constipation, Bowel and Stomach Trouble, Q. What is the beginning of sickness? A. Constipation. Q. What is Constipation? A. Failure of the bowels to carry off the wac@e matter which lies in the alimentary canal where it decays and poisons the entire system. Eventually the results are death under the name of some other disease. Note the deaths from typhoid fever and appendicitis, stomach and bowel trouble at the present time. Q. What causes Constipation? A. Negiéct to respond to the call of nature promptly. Lack of exercise, Excessive brain work, Mental emotion and improper diet. Q, What ; are the results of neglected Consti- pation? A. Constipation causes more suffering than any other disease. It causes rheumatism, colds, fevers, stomach, bowel, kidney, lung and heart troubles, etc. It is the one disease that starts all others. Indigestion, dyspepsia, diarrhea, loss of slecp and strength are its symptoms—; Piles, be cacy Podge and fistula, are caused by Constipa- Its consequences are known to all phy- sicians, but few sufferers realize their condition until it is too late. Women become confirmed invalids as a result of Constipation. Q. Do physicians recognize this? A. Yes, The first question your doctor asks you is “are you constipated?’ That is the secret. Q. Can‘it_be“cured ? A. Yes, with proper treatment. The common error is to resort to physics. such as pills, salts, mineral water, castor oil, injections, etc. every one of which is injurious, They weaken aad increase the malady. You know this by your own experience. Q. What then’should be done to cure it ? A. Geta bottle of Mull’s Grape Tonic at once. Mull's og ‘Tonic will positively cure Consti- pation and Stcmach Trouble in the shortest space of time. No other remedy has before been known to cure Constipation positively and per- manently. Q. What is Mull’s Grape Tonic? A. It is a Compound with 40 per cent of the juice of Concord Grapes. It exerts a liar strengthening, healing influence upon the intes- tines, so that they can do their work unsided. ‘The process is gradual but sure. Itis nota Bhzstc., but it cures. Constipation, Dysente: h and Bowel "Trouble. Having a rich, fruity yee flavor, itis pleasant totake, As a tonic it is unequalled, insuring the system disease. It strengthens and builds up waste tissue. Q. Where can Mull’s Grape Tonic be had ? A. Your druggist sells it. The dollar bottle contains nearly three times the 50-cent size. Good for Ailing Children and Nursing Mothers, Afree bottie to all who have never used it because we know it will cure you. 124 FREE BOTTLE. 10145 a ottd {2's coupon with your name snd ad- Sottle of and our druggist’s for a free OG: Gee "Tonio for Stomach MULL’S GRAPE TONIC CO., 148 Third Avenue, Rock Island, Ilinois Give Full Address and Write Plainly. 00 bottle contains nearly three times tho 400 siu0. At drug stores. some people can’t see the advantage ‘The genuine has a date and number eal