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— DANDY CHATER ae ‘By Tom CHAPTER XX.—(Continued.) For a Jong weary half-hour Philip sat, with his eyes upon the ground, waiting until such time..as the man had been sent for a conveyance should return; and, during that. time, a curious thing happened. There sat next to hima tall, thin in- vidual, with a melancholly visage— who had not, curiously enough, any part in the actual fray, but nevertheless, had thrust, himself forward eagerly when the men who were to guard the prisoner were select- ed. Once or twice Philip was under the curious impression that the man was striving to attract “his attention; he lunged out one of his thin legs at! him sideways, once or twice, while the | ector happened to be engaged in rsation with the constable and her men. © At last he found an xeuse to get up from his chair and pass in front of Philip; tripped—pur- y, as it seemed—over the prison- s feet, and turned swiftly to make an apology. 7 ggin’ yer pardon, sir, I’m sure— adn’t no intention of’—the words died away, in a sort of growl; but at the ond of them, as the man bent his head | 1 Philip heard » distinctly the | whisper: “Cap'n Quist.” | Philip was so astounded, and his ' heart began to beat so fast at the prob- | le thought that a friend was near at 1, that he could scarcely control | lf. But he managed to keep his fixed, apparently on the floor, even while he turned toward the man, who had resumed his seat. His aston- nt was greater than ever when | saw that man, on the pretext of | scratching his arm, pull up his sleeve | e way and disclose — so_ that} lip alone saw them—certain heavy attoo marks, such as would scarcely be likely to be on the skin of anyone but a sailor. At that moment wheels were heard at the front of the house, and, the door being unfastened by Toby—who had gone with Betty into the bar—a man | came in and walked straight through | to where Tokely was standing. | “Couldn’t get a trap, sir, anywhere; but [ managed to get a fly—and it’s at | the door.” “All right—a fly will do better than ; we'll have him safer there where.” man with the melancholy vis- » suddenly emitted a most extra- sound—a sound which, had od any part of his face in any way, might have been described as a 1 but as his countenance ap- peared as melancholy after as before, ir did not seem possible that it arose from mirth What's the matter?” asked Tokely, ing toward the man. Nothing, guv’nor. It’s rather a nasty corf, that ketches me now and agin,’ replied the man. Philip was thrust into the vehicle, together with the man of the melan- choly countenance—who stuck close to him, and even held his arm, as h afraid of losing him—and Toke- ly. When one of the watchers sug- gested that he might want other assis- in view of the prisoner proving tory, Tokely admitted that it be better for one of them to get on the box with the driver; but, imme- diately afterward, thinking apparently that such extra precaution might be put down to cowardice on his part, he countermanded the order; so that the prisoner drove off, with only the mel- aucholy-looking man and Tokely inside and the driver on the box. Philip's mind was chiefly occupied with wonder as to what was going to happen. That the melancholy man was an emissary of Captain Quist, he did not doubt; at the same time, lest he sbould;alarm the inspector and-so frus- trate any plan which-might have been formed for his own rescue, he sat still in a corner of the fly, apparently in a sulky humor, but really alert and watchful. The moment came at last. A shrill whistle sounded somewhere out of the blackness of the night. awered in an instant by the melan- choly man, who on the instant leapt upon Tokely and seemed to be doing something extraordinary, in the midst of a violent struggle, with that gentle- man’s arms. In less time than it takes to tell a figure appeared, through the glass on one window, rac- ing along beside the vehicle; the door was wrenched open and Philip was tumbled.out,. with the melancholy, man literally on top of him, into the road; the door was slammed, and the horse, maddened by a cut across his paunches from a long whip, fairly took the bit in his teeth and dashed straight down the road like a racer. The last that Philip saw of the vehicle, as he sat up in the road and looked after it, was it swaying from side to side of the road, while the unfortunate Tokely (whose arms had been pinioned behind him with true sailor-like adroitness) bad his head thrust out of one window, and was vainly. shouting to the driver. Then a familiar voice broke upon Philip’s ear, and Captain Quist, look- ing ruefully at a tall silk hat which lay battered in the roadway, and on which t ee | sequence, more sober It was an-} Galion. the captain, “of gettin’ into bad com- pany.” : ‘ CHAPTER XxXlI. Dr. Cripps Is Incoherent, When that unfortunate and much- battered foot-ball of fate, Dr. Cripps, was left standing and alone, at Liver- pool street station, he cast about in his mind as to what was best to be done. His small share ‘of the spoils of the Sheffield robbery had been passed into the hands of a person who had prom- ised to effect a safe exchange;. and Cripps was, as usual, remarkably short of money. He remembered, too, not with con- irition, but with something of alarm, that ‘he had, in a moment of forgetful- ness, struck a man on a vital spot with a decanter, and left him apparently dead; so that there might be conse- quences to be feared. On the other hand, money must be screwed out of somebody, and he was at a loss to know to whom ‘to turn for it. | Wool- wich was a barren country, for the re- cent tragic events and the stir created by the bank robbery had scattered the band, and it was quite unlikely that he would have a chance of meeting any member of it. However, the barren country had to be tried; much liquid refreshment was necessary for him, and it had to be ob- tained somewhere. Accordingly, for | nearly a week he haunted those shady, out-at-elbows places near the river, in the hope of meeting a friend. But friends. were scarce and shy, and, al- though he met one or two and pleaded his position successfully, it was hard ‘ and uphill work. At the end of a week he had come perilously near to spiritu- ous starvation, and was, in. direct con- than he had been for past years. His wits being much sharpened, as nis brain became clearer, he began to ! think, with rising hope, of Bamberton, from which he had so unceremonious- ly taken flight. The idea appealed to him; with growing confidence he re- membered, in these more sober mo- ments, that the man he had assaulted with the decanter had had but a pass- ing glimpse of him, and might not be likely to recognize him. At all events, the distance was not great, and the place had a public house—two public houses, unless his eyes had deceived him. Brightened with this thought, and with the prospects of having a new field in which to borrow, and finding that he had sufficient money in his pocket to pay for the journed, he set off for Liverpool street, and in a little time was standing—an incongruous enough figure in the spring landscape —outside the little station which was within a few miles of Bamberton, moistening his dry lips, with his tongue, and wondering where he was to get a drink. In the-days—over a. quarter of a cen- tury before—when Cripps had known Bamberton the little town where the railway now ended had been but an insignificant village, and the railway (which had made its fortune) a thing undreamed of. At the present time, therefore, the doctor stood on strange ground; and the past was so far away that he had absolutely no idea in which direction Bamberton lay. Di- vided between the necessity for reach- ing the village and the more pressing need for refreshment, the little man looked about for some promising stranger who might have a_ kindly heart and a spare threepence in his pocket. é Standing almost at his elbow, and staring down the read, in altogether as gloomy a fashion as himself, was a young man, quietly dressed in country style—a mere lad. Cripps, after glanc- ing at him once or twice, edged toward him. “I suppose, my friend,” he said; “I suppose you don’t happen to know the way toward Bamberton, do you?” The young man looked at him for a moment, and. then smiled. “I ought to know the way, sir,” he heplied; “I was born there.” “And a most excellent place to be born in, I should imagine,” said Cripps. “Delightful scenery, and—and a public house or two, just—just to relieve the monotony of things. Er—by the way. —they don’t seem to have one just about here, eh?” “Just across the road,” replied the young man, jerking his.head in that di- rection. Dr. Cripps began to conceive a dis- like for the lad, as one who could not understand the true meaning of a hint; but he tried again. “Is—is the liquor there worth drinking?” he asked in a confidential tone. “It’s a long time since I tried it,” re- plied the young man, carelessly. Cripps saw an opening here; he laughed feebly, and clapped the young man on the shoulder. “Ha, ha, very good,” he cried; “very, good indeed. But you wouldn’t object to tasting it some one must haye fallen, muttered a familiar phrase. “That edmes,” said now, I suppose?” The young man phrugzed his shoul- ders without looking ‘and made no reply. But the little man, whose thirst was rapidly getting the better of every other condition, promptly seized him by the arm and began to lead him across the road in a desperate hurry. ‘ 5 “You. shall taste it, my young friend,” he cried, in an ecstacy of good fellowship. “Not, mind you—not that I would have any young man follow in my footsteps, for I, my young friend,, ama wreck. But a little stimulant, especially at this hour of the day—is yery necessary! It gives tone to the constitution.” It appéared to have given something besides tone to the doctor's constitu- tion; but he did not say so. He walk- ed with his new friend into the little Railway inn and ordered refreshments for both; discovering to his dismay, when asked for the price of them, that he had no money. He had performed the same excellent trick so.often that he was an adept at it;:and tears of in- dignation actually sprang to his eyes as he solemnly cursed the unknown man who must have stolen his parse— “Containing gold, sir—gold—and my dear and sainted mother’s portrait—a miniature, sir, from which I would not have parted, except at the sacrifice of my last drop of blood. The gold, sir, was nothing—but the miniature——” Here the old sinner hid his face in the folds of avery doubtful looking hand- kerchief and appeared to weep. The young man, whatever, his sus- picions may have been, was a good- natured fellow, and he paid the reckon- ing. Immediately the little man be- came all smiles again, and raising his glass. insisted on drinking the young man’s health. “If, my dear young friend, I could have the privilege of knowing to whom I am indebted—I should be glad; If 1 could pledge you by name——” “My name’s Routley — Harry Rout- ley,” replied the lad. “Your health, sir.” “And your’s, Mr. Routley,” respond- ed Cripps. “Whatever station of life may be yours, sir, I am convinced that it is a station you adorn. Bamberton should be proud of you, Mr. Routley.” Harry shrugged his shoulders and laughed a little bitterly. “At the pres- ent time,” he added, “neither Bamber- ton nor any other place is particularly proud of me, I think. And I have no distinct position in life.” “That’s a pity — a great pity,” said Cripps, gravely, shaking his head. “If a man has no position, Satan {8 likely to find him one. My young friend I am sorry for you.” “You needn’t be,” replied Harry, savagely. “It’s my own fault—and my own business, if it comes to that. I de- serve everything I get. I sold the best man and best master ever a lad had— and I don’t care what becomes of me.” “Sold a man!” exclaimed Cripps. “I don’t understand you.” “Don’t suppose you do,” replied Har- ry, recklessly. “Maybe, not belonging to these parts, you haven't heard of Mr. Dandy Chater—eh?” : The unfortunate Cripps, with a gasp, dropped his glass to the floor and fled. But, before he had managed to wrench open the door, Harry had laid a strong hand on his shoulder and was hauling him back again. “Let me go—let me go!” cried Cripps, wildly. “I won't be pestered with that fiendish name any more, Let me go! I’ve found him in the river; he’s got the diamond necklace; he’s got the banknotes; he’s frightened the count and myself out of our senses, and I can’t have a quiet drink with a stranger without hearing of him again. Let me go. “Stop a bit,” said Harry, quickly, with his carelessness and reckless de- meanor gone; “stop a bit! What do you know of Dandy Chater?” “A great deal too much,” said the doctor, shaking his head and looking all about him. “What do you know about him?” (To Be Continued.) KEEP A LIST OF GAMBLERS. European Chiefs of Police Have Di- rectory of All Sharpers. The chiefs of police of the Euro- pean capitals have prepared a direc- tory or gamblers’ index containing the names of the professional gamblers and card sharpers of Europe. This di- rectory is in the form of a small lith- ographed book and it has been placed with the authorities of all the princi- pal cities and resorts of Europe. More than 1,000: names are contain- ed in the index, among which are a number of high-sounding titles, such as prince, marquis and count. Some of these titles are known to be ficti-|* tious, while others are genuine. Each name is accompanied with a personal description and some bio graphical details. Reference is made to the particular method and tricks employed by each, whether railway card sharpers, billiards, playing dark, false cards, card sharping with accomplices, etc. The American traveler in Europe can now acquaint himself with the names of some of the affable gentle. men who delight in “showing” visitors a good time.—Harper’s Weekly. Transmigrator. “Black Sarah was busily employed about our Northern kitchen,” remark. ed a prominent housekeeper, “when 1] had oceasion to go out there, and by way of being pleasant, said: “You are from the South, are you not, Sarah?’ “‘Law yes, miss,” was the answer. “Born in the South?’ I continued. “Originally born in . Richmond miss, was the astonishing reply.” Mrs. Benham—An elephant sleeps only five hours a day. ‘ Benham—Baby is an elephant or our hands.” “THE MARRYING SQUIRE.” Justice Geo. E. Law, of Brazil, indy Has Married 1400 Couples. Justice Geo. E. Law, of Brazil, Ind., has fairly earned the title “The Mar- cylag Squire,” by which he is known far and wide, having already married some 1400 couples. Ten years ago he was zy Deputy County » Treasurer. “At that time,” said Justice Law, “I was suffer- kidney trouble. My back ached, my rest was broken at night, and the passages of the kidney secretions were too fre- quent and contained sediment. Three boxes of Doan’s Kidney Pills cured me in 1897, and for the past nine years I have beep. free from kidney complaint and backache.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. His Lucky Horse Chestnut. J. G. Simpson, who had been ar- rested recently as an alleged book- maker, tearfully begged Lieut. Wheeler, after he had been released for want of evidence against him, to return a horse chestnut which the Lieutenant had taken’ from him. “Please let me have it,” he pleaded, “I might just as well try to play the traces without money as without that horse chestnut. I can’t lose if I carry it.” When it was restored to him he seemed more glad to get it back than he was to obtain his discharge from custody. Questions of Age. Jokesmith—Yes; when I find my den too stuffy I go out in the woods and write jokes. Critic—Indeed! Aren’t you afraid the squirrels will steal them from you? Jokesmith—Squirrels? Critic—Yes; you know they are gathering all the stale chestnuts they can find. IN WESTERN CANADA. Delicate in the Old Home; Better Health in the New. Churchbridge, .Sask., December Ist, 1906. To the Editor. Dear Sir, I came to this country from the State of Wisconsin three years ago, and must say that Iam greatly pleased with the outlook in this western coun- try. For my own part I am entirely satisfied with the progress I have made since coming here. I have raised excellent crops of grain of all varie- ties. Last season my wheat averaged 23 bushels of wheat to the acre, oats 60 and barley 40. We had a splendid garden this year, ripening successfully tomatoes, musk- melons, water melons, sweet corn and kindred sorts. The country is well adapted to wheat growing and mixed farming, and to my mind it is the best country un- der the sun for a man with a family and small means, as it is possible for a man to commence farming opera- tions with much less capital than is required in the older settled countries. The climate is all that could be de- sired, being very healthy and invigor- ating. My wife came out about six months ago, and although inciined to be deli- cate in the old home, she has enjoyed the best of health since coming here. In short, I am more than satisfied with the land of my adoption, and I am also satisfied with the laws of the country. Yours very truly, (Signed) JOHN LANGDON. Write to any Canadian Government Agent for literature and full particu- lars. His Wish. “My daughter tells me that you are anxious to become my son-in-law?” “No, sir.” “Why—ahem—I understood her to say you wished to marry her?” “I do—that’s just what I do wish; the fact that so doing will cause me to be your son-in-law is merely unavoid- able.” ‘ BABY IN TERRIBLE STATE. Awful Humor Eating Away Face— Body a Mass of Sores—Cuticura Cures in Two Weeks. “My little daughter broke out all over her body with a humor, and we used everything recommended, but without results. I called in three doc- tors, but she continued to grow worse. Her body was a mass of sores, and her little face was being eaten away. Her ears looked as if they would drop off. Neighbors advised me to get Cuticura Soap and Ointment, and before I had used half of the cake of Soap and box of Ointment the sores had all healed, and my little one’s face and body were as clear as a new-born babe’s. L would not be without it again if it cost five dollars, instead of seventy-five cents. Mrs. George J. Steese, 701 Coburn St. Akron, O., Aug. 30, 1905.” Nine to Account For. Thomas Caterwaul—I love you bet- ter than my life, pet! Kitty Mouser (cautiously)—Which one, Tommy, dear? It is a pity to be ill! Take Garfield Tea, the laxative exactly suited to the needs o: men, women and children; it is made wholly of herbs; it purifies the blood, adicates disease, overcomes constipation, rings Good Health. People are usually willing to do their duty, but they do not like to do too much of it. ing from an annoying’ INTERESTING COLLECTION NOW IN SMITHSONIAN. Dainty Ornamental Safety Pins Among the Relics of Many Centuries Ago—Designs Are as. Fine as Those of To-Day. An exceedingly interesting collec- tion of Etruscan curios is being placed on exhibition for the first time in the Smithsonian institution. All those who think that hair pins, pins to keep garments in place when the buttons are gone, safety pins, tweezers and articles for the mani- cure table are of modern invention should examine these relics, dating back 4,000 and 5,000 years. The modern safety pin is a poor affair. when viewed beside the dozen or more varieties brought from Etruria. The most ornate were ob- tained in Chiusi, the ancient Clusi- um, city of Macaulay’s Lars Porsena, who was so versatile in the fine art of swearing that his name is immor- tal. The men of Clusium used the safety pin with as much ease as their womankind. Some of the long bronze articles could keep the heav- iest blanket in place and some were undoubtedly. to keep the trappings of horses in order. Others are so delicate and finely wrought in sil- ver, gold and bronze, that their own- ers must have been far advanced in the art of ‘looking pretty. Some are of twisted wire, looking very much like the modern filigree brooch, with rings and ornaments pending, just as they do now from the bangle bracelet of the modern belle. The savants at the Smithsonian think that some dozen or more of these dainty pins were used to confine the loose flowing robe of the Etruscan grande dame. Then here are long slender safety pins, much like those in use in every civilized home of the world. There are heavy coarse looking bronze pins evidently for slaves and poor people, but the belles in Etruria, in the year 1500, B. C., had as fine wrought and graceful brooches and toilet aids as the woman who patronizes the most renowned Parisian goldsmith. Hair pins, hair ornaments, cute lit: tle ivory catches to keep the back hair from straying on the neck, all were old to these women of that past STICK: PIN SAFETY PIN TWEEZERS Safety Pin, Tweezers, Barrette and Other Things Worn and Used by Women Who Lived Thousands of Years Ago. era. They had such costly hair orna ments that they would easily be counted among the well coiffured women of today. Bronze hair pins in those days were what bone and steel are today. But the lady of quality in Clusium, in Vulci and other Etruscan cities had her gold and jew eled hair ornaments just as the grande dames now’ have their tiaras. Some of the pins heM large rubies and pearls. One in the Smithsonian collection shows that a large stone of some sort adorned the ball at the end. They are all of graceful design quite comparable to the best efforts of the jeweler to-day. SQUIRREL ROBBED THE MAIL. Small Marauder Carried Off Property of Uncle Sam. The robbing of the United State’ mail by a squirrel was a most un usual incident which occurred in this city recently. Martin “Daszkowski, one of the old- est mail-carriers in the city, was on his regular rounds, and had among his mail to be delivered an advertising ecard to which was attached a large walnut, inside of which was the mat- ter advertised. A little squirrel, of which there are many in Winona, see- ing the nut, jumped upon Mr. Dasz- kowski’s shoulder and running down his arm with lightning speed, took the nut and card from his hand and then climbed a near by tree, where it in- vestigated the contents of the nut. Fortunately, upon discovering that the nut was not the kind it wanted, the squirrel dropped it and the card without damaging either, and they were later delivered to the proper ad- dress——Winona Cor. St. Paul Dis- patch. Met Death in Oven. An old woman who lived alone in a cottage near Zurich, Switzerland, was in the habit, when feeling un- well, of getting into a hot oven for a sort of Turkish bath. When inside she used to close and reopen the oven door by means of a small cord. The other day she was taking one of these baths, and in attempting open the door she broke the string. Some days later she was found dead in the oven—suffocated or starved. From the woman’s distorted body she apparently had a desperate death struggle. to’ aa CURIOS OF ETRUSCA'FYEN IF DISCOURAGED TRY DR. WILLIAMS’ PINK PILLS FOR YOUR RHEUMATISM. The Pills Have Cured the Disease in Almost Every Form and Even in Advanced Stages. Rheumatism is a painful inflamma- tion of the muscles or of the coverings of the joints and is sometimes accom- panied by swelling. The pain is sharp and shooting and does not confine itself to any one part of the body, but after settling in one joint or muscle for a time, leaves it and passes on to another. 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Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are sold by all druggists, or sent, postpaid, on re- ceipt of price, 50 cents per box, six boxes for $2.50, by the Dr. Williams Medicine Company, Schenectady, N. Y. An Old Will Found. A will dated 1745 and deposited in the Bank of England has just been dis covered in that establishment. The testator left his property, worth $25,- 000, to a family named Windel, living in Fuerstenburg, a village near Baden. In all the years that the will was for- gotten the money has been increasing at compound interest, and the sum is now $7,250,000. People at Fuersten- burg bearing the name of Windel have heard of the will and have sent agents to London with papers that they con- tend show their descent from the Win- del family. A Growler, “Many a man,” said Brother Wil- liams, “growls ’kaze he ain’t got nut- tin’ ter growl ’bout. I once knowed a man what growled ’kaze de spots on de sun wuzn’t big enough ter be a shady umbreller fer him while he wuz ploghin’ in July.” Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORTA, a safe and sure remody for infants and children, and see that it a OAT Signature of Le dus er A cs In Use For Over 30 Years, The Kind You Have Always Bought. Points of View. “Beautiful memorial window,” re- marked her husband, as they left the church. “I didn’t notice particularly,” said his wife, “but the light from it fell on the Jones’ pew, and it made her com- plexion a fright.” Thore ts more Catarrh tn this section of the country than all other diseases put togethe: d until the last few years was supposed to be incurable. For a great many years doctors pronounced {t @ local disease and prescribed local remedies, and by constantly failing to cure with local treatment, pronounced it incurable. Science has proven Catarri to be a constitutional dis- case aad therefore requires constitutional treatment. Hal arrh Cure, manufactured by F. J Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio, is the only constitutional cure om the market. "It is taken Internally in doses from 10 drops toa teaspoonful. It acts directly on the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. They offer one hundred dollars for any case it fails to cure. Sead t circulars and testimonials. dress: F. J CHENEY & CO., Toledo, Obto. Sold by Druggists, Take Hall's Family Piils for constipation. Every day a man submits to some injustice he vowed yesterday he would never stand. HIDES, FURS, WOOL, PEL®PS, ETC. To get full value, ship to the old reliable N. W. Hide & Fur Co., Minneapolis, Minn. And there is always more or less re- joicing in a community when a chron- ic kicker kicks the bucket. A man may walk right up without walking upright. To have the approval of one’s con science is always worth while.