Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, March 9, 1907, Page 6

MORTALITY REPORT CONSUMPTION AND PNEUMONIA HEAD DEATH LIST. Statistics Show That the Greatest Number of Deaths From Lung Trouble Occur in Winter. The Bureau of Census has published e@ report presenting mortality statistics for the United States for the five cal- endar years 1900 to 1904. As shown in the table, tuberculosis of the lungs and pneumonia were by far the leading causes of death. The greatest number of deaths from lung trouble occur during the winter months. Colds are so prolific of lung trouble that they should not be neg- lected. Persons with weak lungs should be especially careful. A noted authority on lung trouble advises that as soon as a cold is con- tracted the following simple treatment should be given. The ingredients can be purchased from any prescription druggist at small cost and easily pre- pared in your own home. It is said to be so effective that it will break up a! ¢old in twenty-four hours and cure any | cough that is curable. Take one-half ounce Virgin Oil of | Pine (Pure), two ounces of Glycerine and eight ounces of good Whisky. | Shake well and take in teaspoonful ! doses every four hours. | Be sure that the Virgin Oil of Pine (Pure) is in the original half-ounce vials, which are put up expressly for druggists to dispense. Each vial is se- curely sealed in a round wooden case, with engraved wrapper, with the name —Virgin Oil of Pine (Pure)—guaran- teed under the Food and Drugs Act, June 30, 1906, prepared only by Leach Chemical Co., Cincinnati, O—plainly printed thereon. There are many rank imitations of Virgin Dil of Pine (Pure) which are put out under various names, such as Concentrated Oil of Pine, Pine Balsam, etc. Never accept these as a substitute for the Pure Vir- gin Oil of Pine, as they will invariably produce nausea and neyer effect the desired result. The man who lives up to his ideals asually remains poor. WE PAY TOP PRICES FOR CREAM. Cash every day. Write for prices and tags MILLER & HOLMES, St. Paul, Minn. Did you ever hear of a man’s get- ting married for the purpose of hav- ing some one to read poetry to him? Garfield Tea, an absolutely pure and ef- fective laxative! Made of Herbs. Take it to purify the blood, to overcome constipa- tion and to eradicate rheumatism and ehronic diseases. A Little Too Much. Miss Knox—Yes, he actually your cheeks were like roses. Miss Passay (coyly delighted)—Oh, come, now, that’s laying it on pretty thick. Miss Knox—Yes, he remarked about that, too. said i Worse and Worse. Father (sighing)—These ten years have I been waiting in the hope that my wife would give up playing the piano. Friend—Well, and now- Father—Now my three daughters play. 2 His Average. “Winter has many drawbacks,” said Henry J. Woodhouse, the noted me- teorologist in Washington, “and not least of these is the winter fog that drops down soot upon men’s faces. Some day we shall dissipate this fog with electricity, but the day is dis- tant.” Mr. Woodhouse smiled. “In a restaurant, on a recent foggy, sooty day, I couldn’t resist- leaning over and whispering to a well dressed man at the next table: “Excuse me, sir, but there’s a speck of soot on your nose.’ “The man smiled agreeably. “No, he said. ‘No, that isn’t soot. It is a peculiar kind of mole and you are the seventh man since breakfast to esk me to wash it off. My average for foggy days is ten.’” COFFEE THRESHED HER. 15 Long Years. “For over fifteen years,” writes a patient, hopeful little Ills. woman, “while a coffee drinker, I suffered from Spinal Irritation and Nervous trouble. I was treated by good physi- cians, but did not get much relief. “I never suspected that coffee might be aggravating my condition. I was downhearted and discouraged, but prayed daily that I might find some- thing to help me. “Several years ago while at a friend’s house, I drank a cup of Post- um and thought I had never tasted anything more delicious. “From that time on I used Postum instead of coffee, and soon began to {mprove in health, so that now I can walk half a dozen blocks or more with ease, and do many other things that I never thought I would be able to do again in this world. “My appetite is good, I sleep well, and find life worth living, indeed. A lady of my acquaintance said she did not like Postum, it was so weak and tasteless. “I explained to her the difference when it is made right—boiled accord THE SECOND DANDY CHATER CHAPTER XV.—Continued. The inspector was not in the best of tempers, and was in no mood to be trifled with. He came in rapidly, closed the door, andvanced toward Ogledon. “Now, sir,” he began, “I don’t want you to compromise yourself about this matter; but business is business, and the law is the law. Touching this mat- ter of Dandy Chater—this matter of murder——” He got no farther, as Ogledon, with a cry, turned swiftly and made toward the door, Tokely turning, too, in his astonishment. Dr. Cripps, dimly and. drunkenly realizing that his patron was in danger, caught up the nearest weapon, which happened to be a heavy decanter, and, with a shrill scream, hurled himself upon the inspector and brought the decanter down with all his force upon that gentleman’t head. The unfortunate officer, with a groan, dropped flat and lay motionless. For a moment or two Ogledon stood staring down at him, scarcely knowing what to do, while Cripps, mightily pleased with his performance, danced all round Tokely’s prostrate form, waving the decanter and chanting a species of dirge. But, the.seriousness of the position dawning rapidly upon Ogledon, he seized Cripps by the arm, wrenched the decanter from his grasp, and buffeted him into a sense of the enormity of his offiense. “You idiot!” he whispered, hoarsely; “a pretty thing you’ve done now. [ might have stood and braved the thing out; there’s no proof against me, and suspicions are useless. But now, after this, there’s nothing for it but to make a bolt for it! I suppose it’s my own fault for having anything to do with a drunken little worm like yourself. Quick! there’s no time to be lost; we must clear out of this. Come!” Going to the door he listened cau- tiously for a few moments, and then swiftly opened it. There was no one in sight, and he darted across the hall and caught up his own and the doc- tor’s hats and coats and went back noiselessly. Tokely still lay without movement, and Oggledon dragged Cripps into his coat and crammed his shabby hat on his head, put on his own outdoor things, and prepared te leave the place. “Now, attend to me,” he said to Cripps. “I shall lock this door on the inside, and take the key with me; we'll go through this window on to the terrace. If this fellow ever wakes again—of which I am extremely doubt- ful—it won’t be for an hour or so; and that will give us a fair start. Now, come quietly. This has been a deuc- edly unlucky night, and it promises to be an unlucky day: I thought myselt so safe; I don’t like the turn things have taken at all.” Strolling quietly, until they were out of sight of the windows of the house, the two got clear away, Ogledon keep- ing a tight grip of the arm of his sway- ing companion. Indeed, it is possible that, before many hours had elapsed, the little man deeply regretted the part he had played in the recent ad- venture; for Ogledon walked him on, without mercy, mile after mile, and without paying the slightest attention to his many piteous entreaties to pause at seductive-looking public houses for rest and refreshment. Later in the day they came to a small station within easy distance of Lon- don, and dusty, weary, footsore, and ill-tempered, Cripps was glad to get into the corner of a third-class railway carriage and fall asleep. Arrived at the terminus, Ogledon coolly announced to his companion that they must part. “I shall drive across London, get some dinner, and catch the night express for the Conti- nent. You will not, in all probability, hear from me for some time. Good by!” “But what—what is to become of me?” asked the little man, in dismay. “I'm sure I don’t know — and I'm equally sure I don’t care?’ respond- ed Ogledon. “You've got yourself and me into this trouble; I’m going to get out of it—you had better do the same.” “But I’ve no money,” said Cripps, ap- pealingly. “Ah, you should have thought of that before knocking policemen on the head with decanters. If you will be so giddy, and youthful, and frolicsome, you must take the consequences. Good-by, again; I hope they won't catch you!” He turned and made his way out of the station. Crips saw him jump into a cab and disappear, in the press of traffic in the streets. Meantime, another traveler—a fugt- tive like himself—had set his face in the same direction, with no settled purpose in mind, save to hide, until such a time as he could formulate a plan of action. Not daring to trust to the railway, lest his description should have been telegraphed and men should be on the look-out for him, Philip Cha- ter had started off to walk to London. Coming, long after the sun was up, fng to directions. She was glad to know this because coffee did not agree with her. Now her folks say they ex- pect to use Postum the rest of their lives." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. “There’s a reason.’” into a staggering suburb, which yet had some faint touches of the country left upon it, he sat down on a. bench outside a small public house, ordered some bread and cheese and ale, and ate and drank ravenously. “Well,” he muttered to himself, with a little laugh, “yesterday was a By Tom Gallon. busy day. We start with a burglary, and with the fact that Arthur Barn- shaw has discovered me in a forgery, and—so he believes—in an attempt to steal his sister’s diamond necklace. Compared with what has gone before, these things are mere trifles.” He laughed again, took a pull at his beer, and shrugged his shoulders. “Let me see—what happened after that? Oh, to be sure: I went round to try and have a word with old Bet- ty. I hated the thought that she— dear little mother of the old days— should think so badly of me. I felt that I could trust her to keep my se- cret if necessary. Then, after waiting about for a long time, that girl—Clara, Harry called her—came out to tell me that the strange man I had seen through the window was from London, and probably held a warrant for my arrest. And then that jealoug idiot, Harry, must jump in, and come scour- ing over the country after men, with the policeman in tow.. Well, I got away that time, at all events.” He sat for some time, with a mus- ing smile upon his face, stirring the dust at his feet with the toe of his boot. At the moment he had clean forgotten the danger which threatened him or the necessity for further flight. “Dear little mother!” he whispered, “how glad she was to see me—how glad to know that her boy had come back again. I’m glad I went back to the place after the policeman gave up the chase as hopeless. Heigho, I sup- pose I must be moving——. Halloa, what the dickens do you. want?” Some one had stopped before him, some one with remarkably old and broken boots. Raising his eyes rapid- ly upward to the face of the owner of the boots, Philip Chater gave a start of surprise and dismay. The Shady ’Un, looking a little more disreputable than usual, stood before him. Going rapidly over in his mind the events of the past few days, Philip Chater tried to discover, in the few moments the Shady ’Un stood silently regarding him, whether or not he was to look upon that interesting gentle- man as a friend or as a foe. Remem- being the two encounters with Capt. Peter Quist—the scene in the upper room at “The Three Watermen” and the unwarrantable liberty taken with the Shady ’Un’s headgear on that oc- ecasion for the extinguishing of ‘the light—Philip decided that the man had reason to be resentful. Accord- ingly, he waited for an attack, verbal or otherwise. But the Shady ’Un, for some reason | of his own, was disposed to be friend- | ly; feeling, perhaps, a certain warm- ing of his heart toward one in mis- fortune—a brother in criminality, as it were—he turned a smiling face to- ward Philip Chater and held out his hand. “This ’ere is the ’and of a pal—an ‘umble pal, if yer like, but still a pal. Strike me pink!” exclaimed the Shady ’Un, in a sort of hoarse whisper, “but w’en it comes ter bread and cheese fer swells like Dandy, what are we a-com- in’ to, I would ask”—he flung out one grimy hand in an appeal to the uni- verse—“I would ask what are we bloomin’ well comin’ to?” “Yes, it looks bad, doesn’t it?” re- plied Philip, still with a wary eye upon the other. “But one must take what the gods send, eh?” “Well, they sends me a dry throat, an’ nothing to wet it with,” said the Shady ’Un, dismally eyeing the beer which stood on the bench beside Phil- ip, with a thirsty tongue rolling round his lips. “Well, I daresay we can remedy that,” responded Philip. “Go inside and get what you want, and bring it out here; I should like to talk to you.” The Shady "Un immediately van- ished through the doorway, and. was heard inside explaining that his “guv'nor”’ would pay “the damage.” In a few moments he emerged, bearing a tankard and some bread and cheese; seated himself on the bench, and fell to with an appetite. He disposed of his breakfast—if one may so describe it—at an aston- ishing rate, wiped his pocket knife on his leg, and looked round, with a smirk, which was probably intended as an expression of gratitude, at Philip. “Tork away, guv’nor,” he said, with a glance toward the open door of the house. “First,” said Philip, “tell me how you come to be here.” “They took me, at the last moment, for that ’ere little job at Bamberton— the job of the diamonds. You was in that, Dandy—wasn’t yer?” “Oh, yes—I was in it,” replied Phil- ip. “So I suppose that you—like my- self—are making your way toward London?” The other nodded. “The word was passed for us to scatter; an’ I’ve bin a-scatterin’ all the bloomin’ night—I ‘ave. I must ‘ave bin close on yer ’eels most of the time, Dandy.” There was a long and somewhat awkward silence between the two. Philip was debating in his mind as to how much to tell the Shady ’Un and how much to leave unsaid. The Shady Un, for his part, having heard gather- ing rumors of that- business in ~ the wood, eyed his companion somewhat stealthily, and worked out a plan of action in his own fertile brain. He broke silence at last, by coming at the matter in what he thought a highly diplomatic manner. “Beastly noosance—gals,” he’ said, staring hard before him. “What do you mean?” asked Philip, glancing at him in some perplexity. The Shady ’Un drew a deep breath and shook his head. “There you go!” he exclaimed, with considerable dis- gust. “No confidence, no trust, no confidin’ spirit about yer! Didn’t 1 Say, a week ago, as yer might come ter the Shady ’Un wiv a open ’eart an’ ‘and; that ’e was the friend, if ever the Count should fail yer? Strike me pink!” cried the Shady ’Un, with much earnestness, “did I say them words, or did I not?” “I believe you said something of the kind,” replied Philip, after a moment’s pause. “Course I did,” said the Shady ’Un, energetically. “An’ wot I says I sticks to. They call me_ the Shady ’Un; but I was c’ristened ‘Shad- rach,’ an’ ’ad a faver of the name ot Nottidge. The Shady ’Un may not be all as ’e should be; but Shadrach Nottidge is a pal, an’ a friend. Dandy, my boy, there’s ’emp-seed sowed for you, an’ well you knows it.” Philip glanced round at him quick- ly, but said nothing. The Shady ’Un drank some beer slowly, looking over the top of the tankard, and winked one eye with much solemnity. Setting down the beer, he ventured to lay one hand on Philip’s arm. “Yer ain’t treated me quite fair, Dandy; but I bears no malice,” he said, in the same hoarse whisper as before. “I ’ave bin chivvied by a pal o’ yourn; I ’ave bin knocked into a shop by that same pal; I ’ave ’ad a many things done wot ain’t strictly on the square. But 1 bears no malice, an’ I’m ready to ’elp yer.” There seemed so much sincerity about the man, and Philip was so des- perately in need of assistance at that time, that he resolved to confide in him. After all, he thought, the man knew the worst, and knew in how many other shady transactions Dandy Chater had been mixed up; to con- firm his friendship would, perhaps, af- ter all, be a matter of policy. “Well, then, understand this,” he said, abruptly. “I’m flying for my life. There’s a warrant out against me for murder.” The Shady ’Un nodded, comfortably. “T know, I know,” he said.’ “Young gal, very much in the way: you ’its her a clump, say by axerdent; she don’t like it, an’ just to spite yer goes dead. Lor’, that ain’t nothing; might ’appen to a man any day. But I sup- pose the splits is out, an’ Dandy must make ‘isself scarce?” . “Yes; that’s about it,’ replied Philip. The Shady ’Un got up and shook himself with an air of resolution. “It’s a lucky thing I come acrost ye so ’andy,” he said. “You'd ‘ave got nabbed in no time. The Shady ’Un’s yer pal; stick to ’im an’ all will be well.” In his desperate extremity Philip made up his mind to trust the man. By strange courts and alleys, and by unfrequented thoroughfares, they came at last to a wretched lodging in the neighborhood of the borough—a lodging which appeared to be the pri- vate retreat of the Shady 'Un in his hours of leisure. There Philip Chater, utterly worn out, was glad to fling himself on a wretched bed and fall asleep instantly. For some minutes after he had be- gun to slumber the other man stood looking down upon him with an evil smile crossing his face; he even shook his fist at him once, bringing it so near to the sleeper’s head that it was a matter for wonder that he did not actually hit him. (To Be Continued.) SHAKES EAU CLAIRE DUST. Woman Denounces Officials for Insist: ing Her Children Attend School. Because the city authorities of Eau Claire wanted her to send her children to school, Mrs. Maude Phillips has made preparations to leave that “heartless” city. The family, besides the parents, consists of five children, none of whom have ever spent a single day in a school house. The husband is at present in the county jail for having pleaded guilty to a charge ol not having sent the children to school. Mr. Phillips is a music teacher, and both he and his wife have taught in the public schools. When Mr. Phillips was arraigned before the judge, after repeated complaints, he said that his wife was the cause of all the trouble, and that as she ruled the home it was impossible for him to send the chil dren to school. He then pleaded guilty and was sentenced to six rays. Mrs. Phillips in court gave the judge and district attorney a notable tongue lashing. “You can’t work any Spanish inqui sition game on me,” she said. “This is a free country and you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to.” When asked whether her oldest daughter ever went to school she said: “No, she hasn’t, and I want to tel! you, gentlemen, that Dwight Moody did not how to read or write until he was nineteen, when he was taught by his wife.” Mrs. Phillips was then excused from court and she immediately proceedec to move away. Her husband will fol low as soon as he is released from jail. . 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