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"Prominent Physicians and Chemists Calumet Baking Powder Perfect in Quality Economical in Use Moderate in Price Ponderous Don'ts. Mr. Grover Cleveland doesn’t think women should join clubs or have the right of suffrage. When he gets through his list of “don'ts” will be kindly indicate the privileges that they may legitimately enjoy ?—-Boston Transcript. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn. Charles Bird, Minneapolis, Minn., dumping platform; Martin Brennan, Garretson, S. D., harrow; Almon Dutton, Pleasant Grove, Minn., fence post; Eberhard O. Hough, Fosston, Minn., grain seive; Joseph Kugler, Waconia, Minn., surgi- cal appliance; George Wilson, St. Paul, Minn., game apparatus; Charles Wy- man, Anoka, Minn., harvester, Joke on Jacob Riis. Once in a Massachusetts town Ja- cob A. Riis was asked by a gaunt, fu- neral sort of a chap what he should say by way of introducing him to an assemblage. “Oh,” replied Mr. Riis in a spirit of levity, “say anything you like. Say Lam the most distinguished man in the country. They generally do.” Whereupon his serious-minded friend marched upon the stage and calmly announced that he did not know this man Riis whom he was charged to introduce, and had never heard of him. “He tells,” he went on with never a wink, “that he is the most distinguished citizen in the country. You can judge for your- selves when you have heard him.”— Kansas City Journal. THE BOSTON BAG EVIL. Even the Men at the Hub Are Carry- ing Them Now. “The Boston bog is a growing evil,” said a man who has just returned from the Hub. “Formerly it was only the women who carried them, b&t now no Boston man is correctly equipped for the street who does not carry a bag. Every day in Boston I saw scores of business men carrying large green or blue broadcloth bags, exact- ly like those the women affect. They contain their books, papers, small packages, and on one occasion I saw’ a man dive into his bag for street car fare. “Do you think you could hire a Kan- sas City man to do that?” THE SECRET OF YOUTH. De Soto looked“ for the secret of youth in a spring of gushing, life- giving waters, which he was sure he would find in the New World. Al- chemists and sages (thousands of them), have spent their lives in quest for it, but it is only found by those happy people who can digest and as- similate the right food which keeps the physical body perfeet that peace and comfort are the sure results. A remarkable man of 94 says: “For many long years I suffered more or less with chronic costiveness and painful indigestion. This condition made life a great burden to me, .as you may well imagine. “Two years ‘ago I began to use Grape-Nuts as food, and am thankful that I did. It has been a blessing to me in every way. I first noticed that it had restored my digestion. This wag a great gain, but was nothing to compare in importance with the fact that in a short time my bowels were restored to free and normal action. “The cure seemed to be complete; for two years I have had none of the old trouble. I use the Grape-Nuts food every morning for breakfast and frequently eat nothing else. The use. has made me comfortable and happy, and although I will be 94 years old next fall, I have become strong and supple again, erect in figure and can walk with anybody, and enjoy it.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. “There’s a Reason.” Read the little book, “The Road to ‘Wellville,” in every pkg. CHAPTER VII.—(Continued). The message to Hilda respecting the uncertainty of his return in time for dinner was duly left with the butler. Fighting hard against the heart- cutting grief of unspoken farewells, Sir George walked quickly down the long hall, past the drawing room, where Audrey and Hilda were singing a duet, and out into the darkness of a very dark night. Heavily laden snow clouds obscured the light of the stars. He was grateful that it was so, grate- ful for anything that shut off from his view objects and sights endeared to him by life-long associations. Once in the high road and past the lodge gates he stood still and glanced back at his home. But there was nought to see save many brightly illuminated windows, set in frames of ebony dark- ness. Oh, why had cruel fate given him treasured possessions and wealth, yet blight his life with the committal of a crime! He stood still. There yet existed a chance that suspicion might not center on him. Why did not he cling to that chance and remain? “Because I haven’t the courage to run the risk of being hung,” was the mental reply. The next moment he was quickly putting distance between himself and his home. It was pitch dark; but he knew his way well, and continued to walk steadily on, mile after mile. At last only another half hour remained before he would be in the train speed- ing toward London. Now he was en- tering a deep cutting in the road, where the darkness was accentuated. Yet he did not slacken his pace, for there appeared no need to do so. Nevertheless, that need existed. From a cart that had just passed two logs of wood had fallen. Over one of these Sir George stumbled, falling heavily to the ground. For a few min- utes he hovered between consciousness and unconsciousness, then the latter predominated, and instantly he became aware of agonizing pains in his ankle. He tried to move, but quickly ceased those efforts. Every movement had suddenly become accompanied with unedurable pain. He was undone! His attempt to elude arrest had ended in the worst form of failure, for nothing could have placed him more completely in the hands of the police than this accident. “Confound it all, I can't lie here!” he exclaimed with an effort, making ap attempt to stand. But the attempt was a sickening failure. With a groan he sank back. The next moment he fainted. Ten minutes passed, and the snow that had been threatening all day be- gan to fall, lightly at first; then sud- denly the air became thick with feath- ery flakes of exquisite whiteness. Gently they rested on the injured man, -piling themselves around him, covering him , hiding him, as if from a loving desire to screen him from the sight of his fellow-men and from pun- ishment for his crime. Now sounds of approaching heavy cartwheels penetrated the snow-laden air. They were eoming quickly—as quickly as the impeding snow allowed. Yet the man lying outstretched across the road did not stir. Motionless he lay, unconscious alike of his gwn suf- ferings and his own peril. Yet nearer and nearer each moment the vehicle was coming. Now the light from the lamp was penetrating the fast falling snow, casting fitful rays in the direc- tion of the injured man, to whom con- sciousness was slowly returning? Now twenty yards alone separated him from the advancing cart. Suddenly he be- came aware of its approach! Instantly he became aroused to an immediate sense of his own awful. danger. The next moment he was laboriously and painfully striving to crawl from his perilous position, “Look out! look out!” he called. But the voice that raised the cry was very weak—too weak to reach the oc- cupants of the cart. Each instant it was drawing nearer! The twenty yards of a few seconds ago were reduced to twenty feet now. “Look out! look out!” With a su- preme effort of strength the words were uttered a second time. Yet the cart drew nearer, its lumber- ing, heavy wheels making deep fur- rows in the snow as it approached without slackening speed. CHAPTER VIII. “It was a close shave—never knew a closer one in all my life!” exclaimed a man with a strong provincial accent. Then, raising his voice, he added: “We nearly ran over you, sir. It was the mare, not me, that saw you, and she stood that still, I knew at once there must be something wrong ahead. You're injured, sir, I’m afraid, It looks as if you'd had a nasty fall over those logs.” . “Yes; my ankle is severely injured.” “That it is. There’s no mistaking it. You can see that by the way it’s swelled up,” said a second man, hold- ing the lantern of the cart in a posi- tion that threw the full light on injured limb. “The best thing we do is to give you a lift home,” he Kee aa Dare! os s¥ ‘CONDEMNED || Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. a the an are quite by ourselves, and ——” ade ed. “I'm sorry that the springs in my cart aren’ better ones. Still, I dare say you’d choose anything sooner than lying out here in the snow. Do yau live hereabouts, sir?” “Yes, at Carltoft Park. George Ellingham.” Concealment of identity was folly. Both men had heard of him, and it was not easy to suppress their aston- ishment at finding him here. Gently they placed him in the cart, apologiz- ing respectfully for the dirty straw on which he had to lie and the shabbi- ness of the only rug with which they could cover him. “T suppose you lost your way in the snowstorm, sir?” one of them hazard- ed. “Yes; that is exactly what happened.- And—and—lI'm in awful pain. Could you drive me quickly to Carlton Park?’ | “Yes, sir; that we will.” To the injured man the drive was physical torture. Thankful indeed was y he when the cart drew up in front of his home. There instant excitement reigned. | Everyone who could be of service hur- ried into the hall. Anxiety and sym- pathy were written on every face. And in the stables eager hands were quickly saddling the fleetest horse. “T hope you'll find the doctor at home,” said one groom. “Let’s hope so,’ was the answer as the man addressed sprang into the saddle. “The snow’ll be against both him and me. It’ll be a good hour be- fore he gets here, I’m afraid.” That fear was realized. ' And during that hour of anxious waiting the door of the sick room re- mained closed to all save Hilda. She knelt at the bedside, her hands clasp- ing Sir George's and her face pressed Jovingly against his. A . “Why were you leaving me, darl- ing?” she asked in a quivering voice. “Why had you that loaded revolver in your pocket? And the money? Tell me—tell me! Have I not been a good wife to you? Have you ceased to love me?” “Hilda, I cannot tell you; I cannot! But in mercy’s sake leave the revolver near me.” “Why, darling? Oh, tell me why?” “Because——" then he ceased to speak, “For the last ten days I have noticed the touching sadness of your manner and voice,” she continued, huskily. “Sometimes when you did not know I was watching you, you have looked so I am Sir indescribably unhappy, and I have asked myself time after time if your unhappiness was my fault. But I neyer, never thought, darling, that you would leave me without a word of fare- well. There must be some reason for all this terrible change in you. If on- ly you would tell me, I am certain that I could see a way out of the difficuties or troubles. A man’s common sense is more solidly reliable than a wom- an’s, but women are often quicker at guessing out a right ending to a har- rowing position. And you know how in- tensely I love you, darling! No man ever possessed a more devoted wife than you do, George.” “I know it!” Trembling lips framed the words. “Then why do you not confide in me? Why do you keep your eyes turned from me And I see those eyes are glistening! I know you love me; nothing will ever, ever make me be- lieve that you don’t! Ah, that is bet- ter! Just to feel your hand clasping mine is exquisitely sweet. It tells me for a certainty that what I treasure most on earth—your love—is still mine. But nothing will ever make me quite happy again’ until I know why you were leaving me seeretly to-night. You might tell me, darling! Very coaxingly were the last words said. “The secret shall go down to the grave with me!” f “No, no! I cannot tell you, Hilda.” She sighed; but she did not move her head away. She let it nestle clos- er to his, lovingly closer. A woman's powers of persistence were hers to no mean degree, and on this eventful night of her life those powers were di- vinely directed. “Will you not alter that decision, George, and tell me all? she implored. “It seems so very sad that after we have been so intensely happy together you should suddenly decide to leave me. But is there nothing you would like me to do now? How I wish 1 could spirit away all your pain!” “There is one thing I want you to promise me Hilda.” __ “Yes; it is promised already.” “You will not say a word to anyone iatetagr ed anything that you may,sus- “But I suspect nothing, George! I am absolutely in the dark about the cause of your unhappiness.” “But you know I was anxious to es— I mean, of course, go away from here. I do not want it to be ever known. It might injure me.” “Then I will never mention a word of it. But you were soon coming back? Why didn’t you ask me to go away with you? You must have known how gladly I would have done so.” She sighed. “It would have been happi- ness to me to go away alone with my husband. I am so happy when we “Oh, don’t—don’t, Hilda!” he intor- of her own.”—Philadelphia Press. I knew what is troubling you, I am absolutely ’certain that I could smooth it down; or, at the very least, ‘see the bright side of it.” “It cannot be! It cannot be!” he murmured, hoarsely. “Never ask me to confide this great secret to you, Hilda; for if I were to tell you all it would break your heart as much as it is breaking mine. Your wisest course is to harden your heart against me— to make yourself hate me.” “Hate you, George! You cannot mean it,” she cried, in a voice of wild despair. “You cannot——” She ceased to speak. There was a knock at the door. Quickly she walked across the room and opened it. “I came off instantly on hearing of Sir George’s serious accident,” said Dr. Bennett, entering. But there was no reply from Hilda, for, paralyzed with sudden terror, she stood speechless. Sir George had | snatched out his revolver. A fiendish look of deadly purpose had rushed into his face. Now: Oh, most intense relief! He was quickly hiding it again under his pil- low. But had Dr. Bennett seen the action? Mercifully not, for his whole attention had centered on Hilda. “Don't faint, Lady Ellingham,” he said, startlingly, and in a sharp pro- fessional manner, “Tt was only just—just—a momen- tary feeling,” she stammered. “My accident has been a great shock to my wife,” observed Sir George, speaking in his usual tone. To Hilda how great was the reas- suring power of that usual tone. It steadied her instantly, enabling her to coin the ghost of a smile, and with that smile on her face she turned to- ward the patient. But at once Dr. Bennett intervened. “You had better not try to keep up any longer, Lady Ellingham,” he said, with decision. “That is wise advice, I am sure,” she answered, forcing herself to speak cheerfully. “I will go and rest.” Only a fraction of time and she was alone in her room, lying on the sofa, as white as marble and icy cold! Into the last half hour. had been com- pressed mental suffering sufficient for a lifetime. Nothing could ever obliter- ate from her mind the ghastly picture of the man she loved grasping that re- volver, murder or self-destruction up- permost in his mind. Which was it? Of whom was he afraid, or of what was he in terror? The man who rank- ed as perfection in her eyes could not have done anything wrong—not really wicked! His conscience must be free from guilt! Or had his mind become unhinged, and for some insane reason he was seeking the life of a fellow- creature? No; that could not be the case. . If intent on taking the life of anyone who lived in the house he would not have made an attempt to leave it. Everything was wrapt in mystery. And every action of his now was utterly unlike all his actions of the past, so completely unaccountable were they. His demand for secrecy was absolutely at variance with his characteristic candor. Ought she to respect the request for secrecy? If it led to some tragic de- nouement her self-blame would be very great. (To Be Continued.) Held On. Congressman Landis desired to il- lustrate the absurd and perilous posi- ‘tion of a boodle politician whose dis- honesty had been exposed. “There, before the crash came,” he said, “the man stood tottering and swaying, pale and scared, and though I pitied him, I had to laugh at him be- cause his position was so ludicrous. “He reminded me of the Indianapo- lis barber who got drunk one busy Saturday afternoon. “This barber, heavy with eighteen large, cold glasses of beer, lurched into his shop at the end of the ball game, put on his white coat, seized a razor and began to shave a patron whoin the prentice had just lathered. “As the barber shaved away he held on to the patron’s nose. “Hang it,’ the patron said, ‘what are you about, anyway? Let go of my nose, will you?’ “Let go of your nose,” said the bar- ber. ‘Not a bit of it. If I did I'd fall down.” Usually Quick at That. yman as efficiently as any of the stern- “No,” said the melancholy druggist, “there is nothing in life for me now. She has jilted me and nothing in this world can take the place of her love.” “Oh, I don’t know,” replied Sin- nick, “you should be able to find ‘something just as good.’ ’—Philadel- phia Press. Her Opnion. Says the Boston Globe: “Vermont’s trout streams «re open and a great trout season is expected. Your true fisherman always ls an optimist.” Better ask Miss Susan B. Anthony what she thinks about that true fish- erman, Grover Cleveland.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Mosquito Accidents. Orange Mosquito—Mercy, but my pill is sore this morning. Montclair Mosquito—What’s the matter? Orange Mosquito—I dined last, night on a Montclair man’s bald head and I must have struck a submerged hair.— New York Times. “My ,daughter,” said Mrs. Nexdore, “ig very fond of music.” “Oh, exceedingly!” replied Mrs. Pep.'had increased?” 3 ‘i haga even appears to be fond! “No; I had lost half a pound,”— { Houston Post. prey. “Lucinda,” said Mr. Melstrum, who had just returned from a visit to a farmer friend in the country, “while I was at Longley’s I ate some whole wheat, boiled. I like it better than anything I ever tasted. He gave me a small paper sack of the wheat, so we could cook some ourselves. How long will it be before supper is ready?” “About half.an hour,’ answered Mrs. Melstrum. “Well, we'll have some boiled wheat, if you please. Here’s the paper sack.” “But, Joshua, it will have to be cooked in a double boiler, and——” “I don’t care how you cook it. I’m hungry for some more boiled wheat.” | “But see here, Joshua! , It will take——” “Tt will take a lot of cream and sugar; I know that. But we've got plenty of both. Put it on right away, will you?” Without-anoiher word his wife took the wheat, washed it, emptied it into the “double boiler,” and set it en the fire. At the end of half an hour Mr. Mel- strum became impatient. “Lucinda,” he called out from the sitting room, “isn’t that wheat\ ready yet?” “Not yet,” responded Mrs. Melstrum. “How much longer is it going to take to cook it?” “About eleven hours and a_ half. That’s what I was trying to tell you, but you wouldn’t give me a chance. Do you want to wait for it?”’—Youth’s Companion. HEALTH AND STRENGTH RESTORED BY PE-RU-NA. Mrs. Emma _ Fleissner, 1412 Sixth Ave., Seattle, Wash., Worthy Treasurer Sons of Temperance, writes: ete font rid rab Shags with ir- regular and painful periods. My health sb apa of yl life, since her was ina very precarious condition and usband’s business keeps him but | J was anxious to find something to re- comparatively short time ip any city,| store my health and strength. Mrs. William Partridge is pleased to “Iwas very glad to try Peruna and assist him and by so doing has gained | delighted to find that it was doing me the sobriquet of “lady boss” from the | good. I continued to use it a little over men whose work she directs. The|three months and found my troubles firm contracts to drill wells, lay sew- removed. tH ers and construct water systems and pa comasage Wi Spieiess ‘aredicine ‘ ‘ and shall never be without it, taking a Mrs. Partridge thoroughly enjoys the dose occasionally when I feel run-down out-of-door life. When working | and tired.”’ through rock mountains she calmly Our files contain thousands of testi- directs the work of the laborers as|monials which Dr. Hartman has re- they ram dynamite into the drilled|¢eived from grateful, happy women holes and does all the work of a fore-| WHO have been restored to health by his remedy, Peruna. Woman Bosses Gang of Workmen. Having no children and disliking er sex. AS she is a modest, well-| fawin—A great surgeon! He can dressed young woman there is no sus- do as he pleases with any one’s heart picion that Mrs. Partridge is other| and then replace it in its normal posi- than an onlooker until a question is | tion. asked her or she gives an order to the Dick—Wonder if he ever experi- seventy-five men, who grin and proud-| mented with a summer girl’s heart?— ly declare they like to be “bossed” by a Se Important to Wiothers. 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Oh, it’s pleasant to sit in the gloom Of the long old varanda at night, With mother near by in a room, Or at hand, lest the shadows affright, When naught the vast silence mars, And spin the gold thread of the stars! THE PEOPLE’S SHOE MAKERS. The Mayer Boot & Shoe Co. of Mil- waukee, Wis.. Its product held in high esteem by the public. The Mayer Boot & Shoe Co. of Mil- waukee is designated as the People’s shoe makers because it provides shoes for each and every member of the family from the baby up. Whether a working shoe for the farmer, mechan- ic, miner or lumberman, or the most stylish and up-to-date shoe for Sunday wear and special occasions; whether it is shoes for boys and girls, misses or ladies, every day shoes or dress shoes, this bog factory supplies them all. . “Mayer School Shoes” are known everywhere as the “Shoes that wear like iron. “Martha Washington” is the name of the company’s most popu- lar comfort shoe, made without but- tons or laces and for which there is a big demand among ladies who seek i extreme comfort. Mayer's “Western fine talk? You know as well as I do Lady” represents the most approved that he’s a stingy, niggardly, mean,| and up-to-date style in ladies’ shoes shabby, miserly, avaricious old tight-| ang “Honorbilt” for men is what best wad!” a dressers everywhere are wearing. “Thank you, dear.”—Chicago Trib-| Mayer shoes are supplied by leading bri shoe dealers. Oh, grandma was wonderously skilled With the distaff and spindle, no doubt; But she couldn’t, although she had willed, Have spun such a miracle out As you by half closing your eyes When you look at a star in the skies! —New York Times-Democrat. No Occasion for Mincing Matters. “Theodosia, I do not wish to say anything harsh or uncharitable of your uncle Geoffrey. I will not go so far as to charge him with penuriousness, but he certainly carries the idea of economy to an extreme. He hesitates to make the most trifling expenditure unless assured that it will redound ul- timately to his own financial advan- tage. While not wishing to be un- just to him—I cannot refrain from expressing the opinion that he is al- most too frugal, as it were, too—too cautious——” “Mamma, what’s the use of all that Lots’ of married men are glad they at least have the privilege of thinking as they please. Could Flop His Own Eggs. J. S. Anderson of South Natick was at one time buying grain in Dakota. He stopped at a hotel in one of the small out-of-the-way towns and or- dered fried eggs for his supper. The waitress brought them to him fried only on one side. Mr. Anderson said to her: “I wish you would please take these out and turn them.” : With a pert toss of her head she re- plied: “Oh, flop ’em over yourself.” 6 pROF- DEAN or KINGS GH S Ol It Looked Like a Drug Store. The captain of one of the Boston harbor tugboats, while traveling to- ward Boston one night, was compelled to place a green man on watch, with ( instructions to call him if he saw any- , thing in their course. The captain was aroused from his slumbers by the new man shouting, as he started) for the deck. Sent prepaid for $1 if your druggist cannot supply you. IN OLNEY & mopaiD, i Clinton, lowa. “Well,” replied the watcher, “it Medicine have a green light and a rid loight, and sure I think it’s a drug shtore.” Made for Mothers use Nailing a Lie. j Some people say there is no differ- ence in a man’s weight before and af- ter eating.” ip “That’s a lie; I weighed myself be- fore I went to dinner yesterday, then, after wrestling with a boarding house chicken, I weighed myself again.” “And you found that your weight JOHNSON ere For Internal and External use. coughs, sore throat, 1 bruises, bites and any soreness, 25 and50 cts. Atall 1, S. JOHNSON & CO., Boston, +