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High Financier—My son, I am pain- ed to hear that you are at the foot of the cla: Son—Why, pa, I judged from your testimony that it was proper not to know anything at all—New York Sun. Cook Ranks as General. The czar’s chief cook draws a sal- ary of $50,000 a year and helds a very imporiant position in the Russian world. He has control of all imperial kitchens in Russia and every two months makes his rounds of the dif- ferent departments of his kingdom. His rank is that of a general in the Ri an army, and he commands ev- ery person serving in any capacity un- der him in the different cuisines. To Far From the Market. Soon after the Civil war, Gen. Rufus Ingalls, U. S. A., visited a friend in the South. Taking a walk one morn- ing, he met a boy coming up from the river with a fine string of fish. “What will you take for your fish?” asked the general. “Thirty cents,” was the reply. “Thirty cents!” repeated the gener- al, in astonishment. “Why, if you were in New York you could get $3 for them.” The boy looked critically at the offi- cer for a moment, and then said scorn- fully: “Yas, suh; en I reckon if I had a bucket of water in hell I could get a million for it.”—Judge’s Magazine of CHAPTER XXIi—Continued. “Of course I will!” exclaimed Reg- gie, with glistening eyes, as he read the words. “It will be the last thing that I can do for the poor fellow, and it will be willingly done. By then Au- drey will be my wife. Shall I tell |him? Better not decide until I see how he is bearing up. The marriage must be kept a complete secret from the general public. Everybody would brand me as cruelly callous for mar- rying two days. before my brother’s execution. Blame us as the world may, it is the divine right of every mortal to strive to regain happiness.” Then, with pathetic sadness, came the words, “Poor Guy! poor Guy! Only three more days to live!” CHAPTER XXIill. With cruel haste Guy Erskine’s last day on earth was approaching. Now four strokes on the clock were telling him that of life there remained but sixteen hours—sixteen hours in which to endure the torturing knowl- edge of his fast-approoching, ghastly end. But with his death would pass away the only witness of the Arlington tragedy. With his death the seal of silence would be placed on the only lips that could denounce the true per- petrator of the crime. And with his death Hilda’s life’s happiness would be purchased—all would be over, end- ed forever, as he, Guy, had planned. Yet—yet—regret was the reverse of absent from his mind. To say that he did not long to live would be to lie. Appallingly hard was it to stifle the words from rushing to his lips by which he might yet save himself from death. More than once the warder on spe- cial duty in his cell glanced anxiously at him, fearful that the wild misery written on his face might be indicative of a craving to anticipate the end. “But to play the coward now would only lead to my being branded as a madman, or one feigning madness,” thought Guy, with increasing resent- ment against the true criminal. “And Hilda’s happiness would be more com- pletely wrecked than if I had never striven to save it. After all, so little time remains now to be lived through in which I can live and suffer, and each minute mercifully shortens that time! Yet, would to heaven that I had felt more resigned, more resigned to say good-bye to all I am leaving be- hind on earth. Oh, why do I torment myself with thinking of these good- byes? Have I not vowed to die for Hilda? Have I not vowed to thrust aside every other consideration and to die bravely for her? And I will do it—I will! “What a relief it would be if only I could spend the intervening hours between now and the moment of my execution under merciful narcotics! Anything that would deaden the acute- ness of my thinking powers would, in- deed, be divinely welcome. But it can’t be. I must endure it all to the end!” He closed his eyes and lay motion- less, striving to sleep; but, in mockery of his craving for unconsciousness, there began to course. through his mind an unending Stream of alluring- ly pleasant recollections. The world he was quitting was full of friends that he was grievously sorry to leave; friends who would never mention his name, save with thoughts of loathing. All for Hilda’s dear sake. And she would never, never know it. She would pass throught life glorious- ly unconscious of the tragedy that had sprung from his love for her. All would be as he hoped—yet—yet! But now the door of his cell was be- ing unlocked. A warder was entering. Excitedly the prisoner sprang to his feet. The blood rushed into his face. What had this man come to say? Had aught occurred to—to—alter— No. He had merely come to conduct the prisoner to the room reserved for interviews, where Reggie was waiting to say farewell. But it took a few minutes for Guy to recover from that unnerving flash of hope, a few minutes to stifle the overwhelming craving for freedom and life that had sprung into existence with that momentary golden hope. Limbs quivering with excitement had to be steadied, lips yearning to de- nounce the true criminal had to be brought under control. He was ready now. A few minutes later, separated by iron bars, the brothers stood opposite to each other. There followed a brief, awkward silence—a silence overshadowed by | the terrors of the dark misery of this last day of Guy’s existence. He was the first to command himself. With almost startling naturalness, his voice | broke the silence. “Thanks, old man, awfully for com- ing to say good-bye,” he said. “T—I put it off until the last mo- ment, hoping that something would turn up,” said Reggie, huskily. “No chance of that. It seldom hap- | pens that anything turns up, except in fiction. I have left all straight sail- FALSELY<<< . CONDEMNED panels pt 8 Be Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. ing for you, as far as possible. My will of five years ago, leaving you ev- erything I possess, will stand good— and—you'll make the best of circum- stances, I know that.” Reggie looked away. His glistening eyes and quivering lips were very un- manageable. “It’s awfully thoughtful of you, old man—only I’d rather,” he began, husk- ily, rather a million times that—’ He stopped; not another word could those unmanageable lips utter. “Yes, yes; I know you wou'd much rather I lived,” was the calm rejoinder. “Heaven knows I would.” “Have you made any plans for the future?” asked Guy. 2 “Yes; I am sailing for South Amer- ica the day after to-morrow. I could not stay in England.” “Alone, are you going?” “No.” Then quickly speaking on sudden impulse, Reggie added: “Don’t think me callous or cruel, but the day before yesterday I married Audrey.” “Married!” Guy staggeded forward as he uttered the exclamation, over- whelmed by the startling and appall- ing difference between his _ position and his brother's. On the threshold of death one was standing and the other stood on the threshold of a happy married life. Just a moment to regain his calmness, just a moment to quell a maddening craving for happiness; then once more the condemned man was the more composed of the two. “My heartiest congratulations, Reg- gie,” he said, fervently. “FP wish you all the happiness possibm. Give Au- drey my love and tell her that I am glad that you have so charming a life’s companion.” It was not easy to say. The strain of the enforced self-command was evi- dent in the deepening lines of the prisoner’s face. “Thank you,” was Reggie’s brief re- ply. A moment later he added, “Is there anything that you would like to ask me to do, Guy? If so, I don’t care a bit what it is. You have only got to tell me and I’ll do it.” Guy thought a moment, then an- swered, “It would be awfully good of you if you'll look after Harry Williams and pay for his maintenance. A hun- dred and fifty a year will easily cover all expenses.” Hard to suppress was Reggie's feel- ing of annoyance, but it was sup- pressed. “Yes, I always intended doing so,” he answered. “Thank you; and if any of my old chums happen to mention me to you, or to speak about me in your presence, | say, please, that I was not so black a scoundrel as supposed.” Observantly, searchingly, Reggie’s eyes were raised to his brother’s face. “Not? Then why—” he _ began, quickly. But Guy read danger in that hurried manner, and, breaking in, observed: “You won’t forget me, or hate me, I hope. But I know you won't. After all, we are none of us perfect.” He was beginning to talk in a rapid and excited voice. “Good-bye,” he added, sharply. “We—we—have talked enough! I am glad you are married, awfully, unspeakably glad! It’s all as it should be! Good-bye, old man. Good-bye!” “I say! Stop! Wait a moment! I —I wantta—” But the condemned man was al- ready walking with firm, long strides toward the door leading to the cells. Vividly he heard his brother’s piteous- ly spoken, arresting words, but he dare not heed them. He knew that another moment’s strain would break down his fortitude. * Dazed with misery, Reggie realized that the interview was over. For a moment he saw nothing save the con- demned prisoner—his brother. He alone occupied the foreground and the background of the harrowing scene. “Good-bye, Guy!” Startlingly and suddenly the words rang. out. Swinging himself round, the prison- er looked toward his brother. “Good- bye, old man—good-bye!” he murmur- ed, huskily. It was over now. The parting, the agony of which had stabbed the brothers’ hearts so deep ly, was a thing of the past. Back into the world of movement, back amongst his cheery, vigorous busy fellow-creatures, the younger brother staggered. And back into the condemned cell the elder brother walked, almost firm- ly. The next time that he quitted the cell it would be to walk to the scaffold. Now he had thrown himself on his pallet. Now he was craving for sleep, heaven-born oblivion. He strove to lie still, but maddening restlessness seized him; strove not to think of the morrow, but could not forget for an instant that on the morrow he must die. Death lay a dark abyss before his mental eyes. With dawn he would be plunged into that abyss. But all men must die. The men who cling to life at any price, who battle against death-laden circumstances, all must die—all must stand to be judg- ed by their Creator. sone If only he could deaden his powers of thinking, er if only the cell door could be thrown open and those deput- ed to attend him to the scaffold ap- pear, how grateful he would be! So grateful that the time of waiting was over! For each moment his self-con- trol was growing less and less. But fiercely determined was he that self- control’should not leave him ailto- gether. It should never be whispered abroad that cringing and terror-stricken was Guy Erskine at his last moment. Hours and hours dragged slowly by. Now ten hours of life alone remain- ed to him. Now only nine! Now only— Suddenly severed was the ghastly thread of his thoughts, dreaminess stole over his mind, and that dreami- ness ended in unrestful sleep, over which all the horrors of the morrow hovered. Midnight struck, heralding the birth of the day of his execution. But he slept on, mercifully oblivious of fast-speeding time. And with sleep came renewed strength, renewed forti- tude. Breakfast! He sprang up, startled by the war- der’s rousing touch and gently-spoken reminder that morning had come; sprang up in the fullmess of life and energy to realize that in thirty min- utes he would be no more. The limbs so strong and muscular now would be cold and limp then! All would be over with him! Still forever would be his fast-beating heart; useless and un- thinking his well-trained brain. The marvellous physical possession and} ‘machinery that came to him at the moment of his birth would all be ar- rested in their work. Dead ,at the zenith of his youth and strength, would be Guy Erskine! “Your breakfast is getting cold,” suggested the warder. Breakfast! The irony of eating now. Eating to sustain a life that would be no more in half an hour. “I do not require any breakfast,” said Guy. Then he walked across the cell and stood where his eyes could revel on a glimpse of the outside world. Sun- shine was absent—just a strip of gray sky was all that he could see. But that gray sky belonged to the outside world of movement, freedom, and fu- ture plans. He sighed. But raging despair was wholly absent. His mental eyes were no longer fixed on the dark abyss of death. They were fixed on the oppo- site shores ,far past the momentary agony of pain and death. Yet now, even at the eleventh mo- ment, there lingered in his mind an element of unbelief in the possibility of his own execution. “T have acted the guilty man to per- fection,” he thought, with a smile. Very still he stood. Intuitively he began to listen. And not long did he listen. Oh, did his ears deceive him? Sharply he turned round. The door was being opened—opened to admit thost who were to attend him to the scaffold, to see that the ghastly command that he be.“hanged by his neck” until he was dead was carried out. Quivering and trembling were his limbs; ashy white his face. And Hilda? Were his thoughts of Hilda? Yes, thoughts of her were up- permost in his mind. Assured would be her life’s peace and happiness in a few minutes! Now, slowly, with measured steps and bowed heads, all were quitting the condemned cell and walking solemnly towards the yard where the scaffold had been erected. Now— Quickly, hastily, each man was do- ing his allotted work with the utmost precision. And Guy was standing motionless, unresisting and perfectly acquiescent —listening mechanically to the words of the funeral service; yet hearing and seeing nothing. (To Be Continued.) SEX SHOWN IN CURIOSITY. Male Interested in Large Things, Fe male in Small. As to woman’s curiosity, it may be said at the outset that she is not so curious, by an infinite measure, as is man himself. Women, it is true, are persistently and assiduously curious; but men also are not only persistently and assiduously, but patiently and systematically curious. It is the char. acter of female curiosity that makes it apparently contemptible. Scientific men of every kind have no raison d@etre for their infinitely patient re} search save pure curiosity alone; and their curiosity has no more purpose in it than has the curiosity of the woman who can’t rest until she finds out all discoverable facts about her neighbors, or the cause of a mysteri: ous sound by night. These two forms of curiosity, the male and the female, originated, ne doubt, in the early needs of the rac¢ long before men appeared on the earth. The male animal is interested in the causes of remote things— things which, upon being run down might turn out useful for food pur poses. The female is interested in the quick investigation of near and smal! things which may turn out a menact to the lives of her young. The femal« watches with intense and lively inter est the vicinity of the nest or liar; thy male is prompted to look abroad— away from the liar, or im or towar¢ fields where his daily prey is found These two kinds of curiosity wert among the most potent instruments in the struggle for racial existence an¢ in the ultimate development of man.— National Magazine. pair akc a The fact that some else does it fi. society’s excuse. __- LOST 72 POUNDS. Was Fast Drifting Stages of Kidney Sickness. Dr. Melvin M. Page, Page Optical Co., Erie, Pa., writes: “Taking too many iced drinks in New York in 1895 sent me home with a terrible at- tack of kidney trouble. I had acute congestion, sharp pain in the back, headaches and at- tacks of dizziness. My eyes gave out, 7 and with the lan- FE, fuor and sleepless ness of the disease upon me I wasted from 194 to 122 pounds. At the time I started us- ing Doan’s Kidney Pills an abscess was forming on,my right kidney. The trouble was quickly checked, however, and the treatment cured me, so that I have been well since 1896 and weigh 188 pounds.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. OLD ROSE COMES TO ITS OWN. Paris Hears It Will Be the Fashionable Color for Spring. Opinions may differ about the fash- jionabie hue for winter gowns, but from the tidings: which come from Paris there will be no doubt of, the smart color for the spring. Lavender, violets and mauves, greens, golden brown and tan, must all go down be- fore old rose. Broadcloth is to contin- ue the vogue for the fabric, but old rose is crowned queen. Miss Roose- velt will have an old rose broadcloth among her walking suits, and it will be trimmed with Persian embroidery. Old rose is just beginning to glimmer among the gowns at ultra-fashionable gatherings, and it adorns only women who are always in the vanguard of style and who pay.a big sum to Paris modistes for the first hints of a coming fashion. Mrs. Perry Belmont has an old rose velvet which is one of the handsomest toilets of the winter. Consolation. “Now, loogy yuh, Claud!” said old Brother Utterback, addressing his cal- low nephew. “Don’t be downhearted and mogger uh-kase yo’ ’s a nigger and can’t git de political preponderance dat a white man can. To be sho, yo’ ain't go no chance o’ goin’ to de legislature; but, lawsuza, boy, a man don’t hatter write an ‘Hon.’ to his name befo’ he can steal!” Any one can be a power for evil— it takes character to be a power for good. Into the Fatal Fatal Error. Said a certain slick rascal from Ga, A burglar, pickpocket and fa., On being captured one day: “Oh, how wrong was my way! I should have run from you not ta.” She Was Punished. “Mamma, did you ever flirt you were a girl?” “Yes, my dear, I did once.” “And were you punished for it?” “It led to my marriage with your father.” when Antique Phrase. “She didn’t look so old.” “But I can remember when she had la grippe.” ‘There 1s more Catarrh in this section of ths county than all other diseases put together, and unt!l the lave few years was supposed to be incurable. Fora great many years doctors pronounced it a local disease and prescribed local remedies, and by constantly failing £o cure with local treatment, pronounced it incurable. Science has proven Catarrh to be a constitutional dis- ease and therefore requires constitutional treatment. Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio, is the only constitutional cure on the market. ‘It 1s taken internally {n doses from 10 drops toateaspoonful. It acts dire pce miseene surfaces of the system undred dollars for any case {t fails to cure. for circulars and testimoniats- | 1 Care Send NE & CO., Toledo, Onto. Address; F.J CHE ‘Take Hall's Family Pills for constipation. Sold by Druggists. How She Could Get a Shock. One day an electric car was derailed on the main street. The conductor went to a nearby office and telephoned for the work gang. When he return ed to the scene of the accident ha saw.that the passengers were on one side of the track with the exception of one lady, who seemed to be afraid to cross the rails. When the conductor drew near sha asked, in a timid voice: “Would a shock if I put my foot on that r pointing to the nearest one. “No, madam,” answered the conduc tor, politely, “not unless you put your other foot on the trolley wire.”—Bos- ton Herald. Taken and Left. A gentleman whose temper is easily disturbed was traveling in England re cently and was much annoyed at tha reply given him at a railway station. The gentleman, noticing his baggage, properly addressed, was left on the platform, called out: “Why didn’t you put my as I told you, you old fool “Eh, man, yer luggage is na sie a fule as yersel’,” answered the porter; “ye’re i’ the wrang train.” gage in, The Joker’s Inalienable Right. Nothing is more pitiful than the cant objection to a man laughing at his own jokes. If a man may not laugh at his own jokes, at whose | jokes may he laugh? May not an archt tect pray in his own cathedral. 31 Boxes of Gold 300 Boxes of Greenbacks For the most words made up from these letters Y-1-O- Grape-Nuts 331 people will earn these prizes Around the fireside or about the | nies that the noon hour will find a well-lighted family reading table dur-| man on our breakfast huskier and ing the winter evenings the children | and grown-ups can play with their | wits and see how many words can be made. 20 people making the greatest num- ber of words will each receive a little box containing a $10.00 gold piece. 10 people will each win one box con- taining a $5.00 gold piece. 300 people will each win a box con- taining $1.00 in paper money and one person who makes the highest number of words over all contestants will re- ceive a box containing $100.00 in gold. It is really a most fascinating bit of fun to take up the list evening after evening and see how many words can be added. A few rules are necessary for abso- lute fair play. Any word authorized by Webster’s dictionary will be counted, but no name of person. Both the singular and plural can be used, as for instance “grape” and “grapes.” The letters in “Y-I-O-Grape-Nuts” may be repeated in the same word. Geographical names authorized by Webster will be counted. Arrange the words in alphabetical classes, all those beginning with A to- gether and those beginning with E to come under E, etc. When you are writing down the words leave some spaces, in the A, BE, and other columns, to fill in later as new words come to you, for they will spring into mind every evening. It is almost certain that some con- testants will tie with others. In such cases a prize identical in value and character with that offered in that class shall be awarded to each. Each one will be requested to send with the list of words a plainly written letter describing the advantages of Grape- Nuts, but the contestant is not re- quired to purchase a pkg. These let- ters are not to contain poetry, or fancy fiourishes, but simple, truthful state- ments of fact. For illustration: A person ‘may have experienced some incipient or chronic ails traceable to unwise selection of food that failed to give the body and brain the energy, health and power desired. Seeking petter conditions a change in food is made and Grape-Nuts and cream used in place of the former diet. Suppose one quits the meat, fried potatoes, starchy, sticky messes of half-cooked oats or wheat and cuts out the coffee. Try, say, for breakfast a bit of fruit, a dish of Grape-Nuts and cream, two soft-boiled eggs, a slice of hard toast and a cup of Postum Food Coffee. Some amateur says: “A man would faint away on that,” but, my dear friend, we will put dollars to your pen- with a stronger heart-beat and clearer working brain than he ever had on the old diet. Suppose, if you have never really made a move for absolutely clean bealth that pushes you along each day with a spring in your step and a re- serve vigor in muscle and brain that makes the doing of things a pleasure, you join the army of “plain old com- mon sense” and start in now. Then after you have been 2 or 3 weeks on the Grape-Nuts training you write a statement of how you used to be and how you are now. The simple facts will interest others and surprise your- self. We never publish names except on permission, but we often tell the facts in the newspapers, and when requested, give the names by private letter. : There is plenty of time to get per sonal experience with Grape-Nuts and write a sensible, truthful letter to be sent in with the list of words, as the contest does not close until April 30th, 1906. So start in as soon as you like to building words, and start in using Grape-Nuts. Cut this statement out and keep the letters Y-I-O-Grape-Nuts before you and when you write your letter you will have some reason to write on the subject, “Why I Owe Grape-Nuts.” Remember 331 persons will win prizes, which will be awarded in an exact and just manner as soon as the list can be counted after April 30th, 1906. Every contestant will be sent a printed list of names and addresses of winners on application, in order to have proof that the prizes are sent as agreed. The company. is well known all over the world for absolute fidelity to its agreements and every single one of the 331 winners may depend on ree ceiving the prize won. Many persons might feel it useless to contest, but when one remembers the great number of prizes—(331)— the curiosity of seeing how many words can really be made up evening after evening and the good, natural fun and education in the competition, it seems worth the trial; there is no cost, nothing to lose and a fine oppor- tunity to win one of the many boxes of gold or greenbacks. We make the prediction that soma who win a prize of gold or greenbacks will also win back health and strength worth more to them than a wagon fulk of money prizes. There are no preliminaries, cut out this statement and go at it, and send in the list and letter before April 30th, 1906, to Postum Cereal Co., Ltd., Bate tle Creek, Mich., and let your name and address be plainly written.