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A PUBLIC DUTY, ‘ Montpelier, O., Man Feels Compelled to Tell His Experience. Joseph Wilgus, Montpelier, O., says: "J feel it my duty to tell others about Exposure and driv- ing brought kidney trouble on me, and I suffered much from irregular passages of the kidney secre- tions. Sometimes > there was retention and at other times passages were too frequent, especially at night. There s pain and ‘discoloration. Doan’s Kidney Pills brought me relief from the first, and soon infused new life. I give them my indorsement.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box, Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. The Only Way. The Newest Boarder (sarcastically) How n I to distingu the milk from the cream, Mrs. Skinner? Mrs. Skinner (of Sylvandale Farm) —You'll allus find the milk in that there pitcher with the chip off’n its snout! Pardonable, s Quick is awfully slangy. re’s only one excuse f that?” occasionally says listening to.” — Detroit something Free Pluck. ,” said old Gobsa Golde, pom- pously—“pluck is, the secret of suc- 1 business.” give you isnon, “if you'll teach method of plucking.” Marion Harland. ‘The celebrated authoress, so highly esteemed by the women of America, says on pages 103 and 445 of her book, “Eve's Daughters; or, Common Sense for Maid, Wife and Mother”: “For the aching back—should it be in recovering its normal strength Allcock’s Plaster is an excellent rter, combining the sensation of tained pressure of a strong 1 hand with certain tonic quali- developed in the wearing. It should be kept over the seat of un- easiness for several days—in ob- stinate cases, for perhaps a fortnight.” $10,000,” said me your constantly, is is an invaluable ort when the weight on the small » back becomes heavy and the aching incessant.” COCOON COLORS THE SILK. renewing Food Given to the Worm Does Away With Need of Dyes. European newspapers bave been dis- cussing the results of the experiments made by M. Levrah in affecting silk worms by coloring their food so that the cocoons could be made to yield colored silk, thu sobviating the neces- sity of the dyer’s work in giving hue to the silk in the thread or piece. In experimenting in this work the object was to discover if possible why some breeds of silk worms produce white silk while othe produce yellow or a yellowish green silk. The experiments showed that ibe natural coloring mat- ter of the cocoons was identical with the coloring matter found in the leaves. It therefore logical to be- lieve that the color of the silk must originate in the chlorophyll of the leaves fed to the worms, 7 the experiments which fol- , undertaken to test this hypoth- esis, prove that a coloring matter in- into the intestines of a worm s of a food may under certain conditions reach the silk through the blood. The coloring matter to cross by osmosis the ues of silk worms and cach race of silk worms is charae- | terized by the osmotic power of its tissues in relation to different coloring matters, permitting the passage of | some to the exclusion of others. IT’S THE FOOD. The True Way to Correct Nervous! Troubles. Nervous troubles are more often caused by improper food and indiges- tion than most people imagine. Even doctors sometimes overlook this fact. A man says: “Until two years ago waffles and butter with meat and gravy, were the: main features of my breakfast. Final- a came on and I found my- 1 condition, worse in the morning than any other time. I would have a full, sick feeling in my stom- ach, with pains in my heart, sides and head. for ¢ , then I would feel ravenous, never satisfied when I did eat and so nervous I felt like shrieking at the top of my voice. TF lost flesh badly and hardly knew which way to turn until one day I bought a box of Grape- Nuts food to see if I could eat that. I tried it without telling the doctor, and liked it fine; made me feel as if I had something to eat that was satis- fying and still I didn’t have that heaviness that I had felt after eating any other food. “T hadn't drank any coffee then in five weeks. I kept on with the Grape- Nuts and in a month and a half I had gained. 15 pounds, could eat almost anything I wanted, didn’t feel badly after eating and my nervousness was ll gone. It's a pleasure to be well again.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the book, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. “There's @ reason.” Doan’s Kidney Pills. ; ain in the back wear an All- | “At times I would have no appetite | “THE SECOND DANDY CHATER By Tom \ CHAPTER III.—Continued. “The truth!” she. exclaimed. “Not tone child, Master Dandy, came into the world at Chater Hall w’en you was | born—but two—twins; an’ the other boy was the first. But your father was crazy on that one idea. Id often \eard ‘imi say that, if ever twins came, |’e would find means to get rid of one Lof them. It was all done quiet and secret-like; ole Cripps was doctor ‘ere then—an’ a grunken little rascal ’e was, though sound in ‘is work. '‘E’d ’ave done anything for money—that ;man; an’ pretty ’eavy he must ’ave | been paid by your father for it. As for me—the Lord forgive me—I’d a notion of starting at the other side of | the world and making a business. So | your father sent me off, with five hun- | dred pounds, and the eldest boy—the | eldest, because ’e seemed the weakest. ‘I won’t ’ave two boys, to fight over the property, an’ cut it up after ’'m dead an’ gone,’ says your father.” “Well, and what became of the boy?” asked Crowdy. “Went to Australia, ’e did, the blessed mite—an’ growed fine and strong—lookin’ on me as ’is mother, an ’avin’ my name, as it was then— Crowdy; Philip Crowdy, we called ‘im. Then I met Siggs—my Toby—an’ we ’adn’t been married a year, an’ I was full of care an’ anxiety over a little one o’ my own, wen Philip disap- peared. ’E was ten then, an’ I told him the story on’y a week or two afore ’e went—your father bein’ dead, an’ my lips sealed no longer.” | “A pretty story, Mrs. Siggs,” replied Philip. “And you never heard any- | thing about this boy again?” | “Never,” she replied, sadly. “We did | everything we could to find ’im; but we was livin’ on the very edge of the bush | at that time, an’ the poor lad must | ave got lost in it an’ starved to | death. Even men ‘ave done that,” | she added, with her apron at her eyes. “And why did you return to Eng- }land?” he asked, in the same dull, | level voice. “I couldn't abear the place after | we'd lost ’im; an’ things went wrong, | an’ Siggs an’ me lost most of our money. Besides, I was always long- in’ for the old place where I was born; | | an’ so at last we come ’ome, without | nobody bein’ a bit the wiser, an’ took the Chater Arms, an’ settled down.” Carried away by the remembrances | of years, Betty Siggs had forgotten the | real object with which she had started the conversation; she remembered it quickly now, and her tone changed. | But it was no longer harsh; the re- membrance of her boy, as she called } him, had softened her, and she turned | to the graceless Dandy Chater (as she | imagined him to be) and spoke plead- | | ingly: “Master Dandy, won’t you listen to, an old woman, won’t you tell me i where I can find this poor girl—Pa- |,tience; won’t you——” Philip Crowdy, remembering su‘- | denly the part he had to play, got up , impatiently and made for the door. “I tell you,” he said, with a frown, | “that I know nothing about her. And please let us hear no more of such | idle tales as these. Your boy, indeed!” | He laughed, and swung out of the place into the road. Yet as he walked along his heart was very sore and his face was troub- | led. “Poor old Betty!” he muttered to himself; “she thinks I’m Dandy Cha- ter—and a blackguard. What would | she think if she knew that the boy she ‘lost in the bush was saved After all, { and that he stands here to-day in his dead brother’s place and under his dead brother’s name? What would | She say if she knew that I am her boy, ‘as she calis me—Philip Crowdy, or , Philip Chater?” | ‘CHAPTER IV. The sun shining brightly over the | trim lawns which stretched before Chater Hall, seemed to declare, de- | ceitfully enough, the next morning, | that winter was dead and buried, and spring come in full force to take its place. Philip Crowdy—or Philip Cha- ter, as we must now call him—waking in the unaccustomed softness of a great bed, and gradually opening his eyes upon the luxuries about him, awoke as gradually to a remembrance | of his new position; looked at it lazily and comfortably, as a man will who wakes from a deep sleep; and then came a full realization of all it meant, | and sat up quickly in bed. “Yes,” he muttered softly to him- self, nodding his ,head. as he looked about him, “I am bound to admit that when one has slept, or tried to sleep, for a week in a narrow berth aboard an evil-smelling sailing vessel, with a scarcity of blankets, and no pillows worth mentioning, this’—he looked round the big bed and smiled—‘this is a very decent apology for heaven. And—such being the case—I want to stop in Paradise as long as possible.” He stretched out his hand and pulled the bellrope: In a moment or two the young servant Harry made his appearance—coming softly into the 4 Gallon. room, and regarding his master with some surprice. Philip Chater, quick to take his cue from the other’s expres- sion, glanced carelessly at Dandy Chater’s watch, which hung near his head. “Rather early, Harry? Yes—I know it is; but I’m restless this morning. I shall get dressed at once. Put me out some things . * * you know what I want; I don’t want to be bothered about it * * * and get my bath ready. Oh, by the way,” he called out, as the young man was moving away, “I shall go to church.” The servant stopped as though he had been shot—even came back a pace or two toward the bed. The expres- sion of his face was such an aston- ished one that Philip knew that the day, from a point of good luck, had be- gun very poorly. “T beg your pardon, sir,” said Harry, with something very like the flicker of a smile about his mouth. “I said,” replied Philip Chater, slow- ly and emphatically, being determined to brave the matter out, “that I should go to church.” “Very good, sir.” The young man had recovered * his composure, and walked through into the adjoining bath room, after another quick glance at his master. “Ah! Dandy Chater was evidently not a professed Christian,” muttered Philip. “I’m half sorry now that I suggested going; but I suppose it’s best to take the bull by the horns, and plunge among the people I shall have to meet as rapidly as possible. Well, if they single me out as a lost sheep, and call me publicly to repentance, I can’t help it. But I shouldn’t be sur- prised if the living were in my gift, in which case they may be disposed to forgive me and treat me leniently.” Finding, to his satisfaction, that the clothes belonging to the late Dandy Chater fitted his successor as ac- curately as though made for him, Philip went down to breakfast in an improved frame of mind. After breakfast, when he lounged out into the grounds, there came another of those little trials to his nerves which he was destined thereafter often to experience. Coming near to the stables, a dog— a fine animal of the spaniel breed— leapt out suddenly with joyous barks to meet him; came within a foot or two, sniffed at him suspiciously, and then fled, barking furiously. Turning, in some discomfeiture, he came almost face to face with the servant Harry, who was looking at him, he thought, curiously. “Something the matter with the beast,” said Philip, as carelessly as he |° could. “Have it chained up.” Turn- ing away, and re-entering the house, he said softly to himself: “The moral of which is, keep away from the ani- mals. They are wiser than the more superior beings.” It was with very uncomfortable sen- sations in his breast that Philip Gha- ter, after discovering in his wander- ings a small gate and path leading di- rect from the grounds to the church- yard, strolled carelessly across and entered’ the church. He had been careful to wait until the last moment, when the slow bell had actually ceased, before venturing inside; and it was perhaps as well that he did so. Fortunately for himself, he came face to face, just inside the porch, with an ancient man, who appeared to act as a sort of verger or beadle, and who was so much astonished at his appearance, and stepped so hurriedly backward, that he almost tripped himself up in the folds of his rusty black gown. But he recovered suffi- ciently to be able to shuffle along the church toward the pulpit, and to pull | open the door of a huge, old-fashidned pew, like a small parlor, with a fire- place in it. Philip was glad to hide himself within the high walls of this pew, and to find himself shut in by the ancient one. But his coming had created no little stir. Although, having seated himself, he could see nothing except the win- dows above him and a few cracked old monuments high up on the walls, he was nevertheless aware of a rust- ling of garments and sharp whisper- ings near him. When, presently, he rose from his seat with the rest of the congregation, he discovered that his eyes, passing over: the top of the pew, were on a level with certain other eyes, gentle and simple, which were hurriedly withdrawn on meeting his own. More- over, immediately on the opposite side of the aisle in which his parlor, like pew was situated was another pew, in which stood a young girl, very neatly but very beautifully dressed; and to his utter embarrassment. the eyes of this young girl met his with a gaze so frank and kindly, and ling- ered in their glance for a moment so | tenderly and sweetly over the top of that high pew, that he wondered who in the world the young girl was and what interest she had in Dandy Cha- ter. i Again, another disquieting circum- | stance arose; for, when he got to his feet a second time, and almost dn- '| stinetively lookea again in the direc- tion of those eyes which had met his so frankly, his glance fell on another pair, near at hand—a black pair, look- ing at him, he thought, with something of sullenness, something of pleading. This second pair of eyes were mis- chievous, daring, wilful,’ kittenish— what you will; and they were lower than the other eyes, showing that their wearer was not so tall. And the strange thing about them was that they flashed a glance every now and then at the other eyes—a glance which was one wholly of defiance. “IT wish I knew. what it was all) about,” thought Philip. “Dandy—my poor brother—you’re,at the bottom ot the river; but you didn’t clear up things before you went.” The service ended, Philip Chater sat still, and, to his infinite astonishment, every one else sat still too. Worse than all, the whispering and the faint stirring of dresses and feet began again. “I wonder what on earth they’re waiting for,’ thought Philip, craning his neck in an endeavor to peer over the top of the pew. The next moment the door of the pew was softly opened, and the ancient man who had ushered | him into it stood bowing and obvious- ly waiting for him to come out. In an instant Philip recognized that the congregation waited, in conformity with an old cystom, until the squire should have passed out of the church. He thought hard while he gathered up Dandy Chater’s hat and gloves— harder, probably, than he had ever thought before within the same short | space of time. And then, to crown it all, as he stepped from the pew came the most astounding event of all. The young girl with the kindly eyes looked full at him as he stepped into the aisle, hesitated a moment, and then, with a quick blush sweeping up over her face, rose to her full height— and she was taller than the average of women—and stepped out into the aisle beside him. Quite mechanically, and scarcely knowing what he did, he offered her his arm, and they passed slowly out of the church together, with the silent congregation, still seat- ed, watching them. Not a word was spoken by either of them until they had almost crossed the churchyard; glancing back over his shoulder, Philip could see the peo- ple emerging from the porch and breaking up into groups, and evidently talking eagerly. “Well, Dandy, dear, have you noth- ing to say to me?” In a flash light broke in upon Philip Chater. From the girl’s appearance, style of dress, and easy assurance with him in the presence of a church full of people, he felt that this must be the Margaret Barnshaw whose letter he had read—the letter in which she promised to marry Dandy Chater. But, not being sure even of that, or of any- thing indeed, he decided to grope his way carefully. Looking at her with a smile, he asked, lightly: “What would you have me say to you?” She clasped her other hand on his arm, and her face suddenly grew grave and, as he thought, more tender even than before; her voice, too, when she spoke again, had sunk to a whisper. (To Be Continued.) HE’D BE AVENGED. Would Refute the Baseless Charge by Taking to Drink. “John,” said Mrs. Hubberson, | “you've been drinking!” “My dear,” he replied, steadying | himself by clinging to the door knob, “wha’ makesh you think that? Do I act’s if I’d been drinkin’?” “It doesn’t make any difference} whether you do or not, I know you’ve been dringing. You can’t fool me!” “Do I talk like a man’sh been drink- in’?” “That is immaterial. that——” “Then if I don’t act like man’sh been drink’n’, nor talk like man’sh been drink’n’, wha’s use your wrongin’ me like that? I’m a martyr, thash wha’ I am! M go’n’ out’n ate drink jus’ fr spite ’u’ if anything happens t’ me, re- member you drove me to it. Tha’s what a man gets f’r hav’n a wife that can’t appreciate ‘um! Boo!” Then he wobbled out into the night, and his wife was left alone, bitterly re- gretting that she had not saved him ircm danger by knocking him down with the feather duster. The Greater Difficulty. A gentleman driving an automobile on a country road met an old-fash- ioned high carriage in which was an old-fashioned couple. They jumped to | tories to look at, where formerly tour-| the ground and the automobile came, to a halt. | The gentleman of the car stepped | forward and offered to help lead the | horses past the machine. “Oh, never mind the horse, never mind the horse,” said the old gentle- man.# “You lead the old lady past) that thing and I'll get the horse by all | right.” } { Reason Why. | “Say,” growled Mr. Subbubs, “De- lia knows we always want dinner promptly at 6 o’clock, doesn’t she?” “Yes,” replied Mrs. Subbubs. “Well, then, you ought to ask her why she doesn’t have it ready at that hour.” “{ did, and she said she didn’t have to.” Another Secret Rebate. Ethel—No, George, I have given you. George—Well—er—at least let me, give you back a rebate on those you have civen me! ee Me oe at I am positive | ‘ | copper ore at Alanjarzsnak, which it \IN FAR NORTHLAND | Tid-Bits of News for Scan@lowviags: SWEDISH. WOMEN LOSE FIGHT. King’s Rejection of Petition for Re- form Causes Disappointment. It was a day of sad disappointfnent wnen King Oscar vetoed the request of the woman suffragists of Sweden that the government be asked to pre- pare a Dill to be laid before the next | ciksdag extending the franchise to the women of Sweden. The blow fell when a committee of women was granted an audience to | present a mass petition, the signatures | to which it has taken the best part of the year to secure. This is the second set-back for the | woeman’s suffrage movement within a jyear. Last Decémber a committee of | leading suffragists from five of fifty- ;three woman’s organizations called upon Prime Minister Staaff to enlist him and his Liberal cabinet in their jcause. Their assurance of success was based on the fact that the govern- ment was just then pushing a very |generous suffrage extension measure. | The answer was that the cabinet found merit in their demand, but feared that a woman’s suffrage rider | to their bill would imperil its passage ‘and possibly delay the whole electoral | keform movement. He characterized | the issue as immature and pointed to | the fact that there was no very gen- eral craving for the franchise among women themselves. | To remove this last objection, at | least, the fifty-odd woman’s clubs at ‘once flooded the country with peti tions setting forth curtly that “inas- ‘much as woman is required to obey the laws the same as man, plain jus- tice dictates that she be given the same rights as he to participate in the choice of lawmakers.” | When this document was presented | to the monarch there was certainly no | lack of numbers, even young girls and | children being on the lists, yet the | sheaves of names brought in did not | convince the ruler that the question | had ripened, and he put the delegation ‘eff with a declination equaling its re- | quest in terse brevity, but rather sur- | passing it in courtesy. |. The next move in the women’s cam- | paign, while yet to be decided upon, | (vill doubtless be to giveithe electoral |feform movement in behalf of the male population the right of way. President Fraenckel of the Mer- chants’ Bank of Stockholm, Director Weber, a large manufacturer, and Axel Abrahamson, a prominent whole- sale merchant, have departed for the United States on business of prime im- pertance to Swedish manufacturing and commercial interests. They will spend six weeks in the principal Amer- ican cities looking for trade openings for Swedish manufactures and buyers for Swedish patents. It is averred also that Mr. Fraenckel is not averse to disposing of a certain amount of com- mercial paper while in the land of the dollar. The superiority of American agricul- tural implements is recognized in Sweden, and one purpose of the trip is to make a selection best suited to the needs of the Swedish farmer. DYNAMITE IN COFFEEPOT. How Swedish Anarchists Packed Their | Explosives. As the result of an investigation | made by the police of Stockholm at} the rooms of the arrested anarchists, they have found a coffeepot twenty | centimeters in height. This rather ex- tensive pot contained eighteen care- fully hidden dynamite cartridges. Outside the pot looked like a piece) of exquisitely fine silver work, This | important evidence, and the discovery of somewhat similar articles, have ‘made it clear to the police that the reel intention of the terrorists was not ‘an attempt at bank robbery. Norway’s Industrial Progress. After the financial crash in 1897, de- pression was long felt in all lines of pusiness in Norway, and still more so} in their industries. Of late, however, the prospects for a healthful revival of prosperity seem good. Several | items on the export list of the country | show a marked increase. | It is a well known fact that Norway possessed a great number of water: | falls, which in our time mean so many) horsepower for industrial purposes. 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