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CHAPTER Il. Lechmere House school, Richmond, as presided over by Miss Catherine Dauncey, bore the reputation of being a first-class finishing establishment for “young ladies of wealth and position, and although certain of the pupils who had undeniable rights to azure blood made the sneering remark that posi- tion took second place if the money ‘was sufficiently apparent, this detrac- tion in no way diminished the prosper- ity of the proprietress. Miss Dauncey at forty-five was still a handsome woman, in spite of many marks of care and suffering that lined her face, and as she pored over a let- ter in the seclusion of her . private room she appeared genuinely distress- ed. Then, with a sigh of resignation, she touched the bell. “Ask Miss Brent to come to me.” A few moments later a bright young girl entered the room. She seemed to be about nineteen years of age, the very incarnation of fresh beauty and Sweet maidenhood. “You sent for me, Miss Dauncey?” “Yes, Mary; I want to talk to you. I have had a letter from your father.” “Oh! And does he——” “Yes, dear, he wants you to go home; and this very day. Yours is a very strange case, Mary. During the ten years you have been with me you have seen your father only about twice, and have never once been to his home.” “YT look upon this as home, Miss Dauncey; it is the only one I have known since I left India.” “And I hope you will always regard it as such, my dear, for you have been with me so long that I look upon you as my daughter. Now, I want you to prepare yourself, Mary; your father is evidently an eccentric man, and I do not know what kind of a home you are going to. He writes that he cannot af- ford to keep you here any longer.” “But my father is rich, isn’t he? I have been brought up like a lady and allowed to spend what money I have wanted.” “J do not know any more, dgar. Messrs. Dodson & Dicks have always paid your bills, but I—I don’t think vyyour father is living in a very large house, and ” “But how do you know that, Miss Dauncey?” “Mr. Winton was down in Kent a ‘day or two ago and he called at Stall- field on his way back.” “Oh! Mr. Winton.” “Do you not care for him, Be admires you very much.” “He can’t compare with Godfrey; and, oh, Miss Dauncey, Godfrey was going down to see father to-day. He r-he asked me last night if I would marry him.” “And I can see. by your face that you said ‘yes.’ Well, dear, he is a fine young fellow and of good family, so I fhope you will be very happy. But you must hurry now and get ready. I will see you off from London Bridge, and then let Godfrey West know that he may expect to find you at home when fie goes to see your father.” Mary? “Oh, thank you; you are always so kind to me. I shall not be long get- ting ready.” At midday, when Miss Dauncey and Mary Brent stood in the station at London Bridge, they were both very silent. Miss Dauncey was reflecting upon an interview she had just had with Montagu Winton, and Mary’s thoughts were wondering about the new life she was beginning to enter upon. “Do you see that strange-looking man over there, Miss Dauncey? He has been gazing at you for quite five minutes.” Miss Dauncey looked in the direc- tion indicated, and saw a_ giant-like man some 6 feet 4 inches in height. His long hair, of a fierce red, hung about his shoulders, and a huge bushy beard swept his broad chest. His face was scarred with many a wound, and in one of his tremendous fists he held a cudgel as thick as a young tree. This strange-looking individual, see- ing that he was observed came toward them.” “Sure an’ I can’t be mistaken; you must be little Kate Pilrig.” “{ beg your pardon, sir; my name is Dauncey.” “Then ye must have got married to Mr. Dauncey; aw, yis, I can’t be mis- taken.” Miss Dauncey stared at the man, end a startled look came into her eyes. “Joe!” “Aw, yis, sure I knew I was right. Little Kate couldn’t forget her old sweetheart, Joe Brawn, tho’ ’tis twen- ty years since we met. An’ this’ll be yer bonny daughter, Awm thinkin’?” “No; this is my pupil, Miss Brent. She is just going home to her father.” “Aw, surely not the daughter of John Brent, of Stallfield?” “Why, yes; do you know him?” by “Sure ah’ I've just been down callin’ on the old gentleman. Aw, yis, sure enough: an’ he’s jest been buyin’ a bonny weddin’ present for ye.” The Empire’s Dream Amazing Adventures of a Gang of Thieves Who Stole a World-Famous Dia- mond of Fabulous Wealth. » a ee | \ “A wedding present, Mr. what do you mean?” “Aw, it’s a lump o’ liquid light, a bonny diameont, missy, an’ I traveled all the way from Australia to sell it to him. It’s one o’ the finest in the world.” “My father bought a diamond? What for? in poor, circumstances.” “Haw! haw! that’s: good. An old gentleman in poor circumstances pay- in’ sixty thousan’ pounds for a dia- mont.” “Sixty thousand pounds!” “Aw, yis; an’ the ‘Empire’s Dream’ is worth double, an’ more, but Joe Brawn ain’t the boy to haggle. An’ so ye’re goin’ home to the old gentle- man? Sure an’ I'll be seein’ somethin’ of ye. The country down there so took my fancy that I've taken a little place quite close.” “I am very glad to hear this, Mary,” said Miss Dauncey. “I was afraid that your father had met with some finan- cial misfortune.” “I am glad to hear it also; but here is my train. I hope you will call and see me soon, Mr. Brawn.” “Aw, yis, sure an’ 1 will. I am coming down later on in the day. I must have a long talk with Katie, my old sweetheart, first.” “You will let Godfrey know, Miss Dauncey?” “I am going to send to him immedi: ately; so good by, dear. I have no doubt you will see him to-night.” As the train left the station Mary Brent leaned out of the window and saw the leonine form of Joe Brawn brandishing his huge cudgel in fare- well, as he towered above the slight figure of Miss Dauncey. The journey to Stallfield was une- ventful, and Mary had much to occupy her thoughts. She knew that her father had a reputation for eccentric- ity, but of his habits and disposition she knew less than any stranger. Kept at Miss Dauncey’s school, she had been allowed money without stint, and she could not reconcile his letter of the morning with the fact of his pur- chase of the “Empire’s Dream.” Tired of this puzzle, she turned her thoughts in the pleasanter direction of Godfrey West, and found comfort in the fact that she was loved by the man to whom she attributed every manly virtue, and whose very name thrifled her heart with joy. Arriving at Stallfield she looked for some one to meet her, but the station was empty save for a sleepy porter, who looked at her’ curiously when she asked to be directed to John Brent’s house. Half a mile from the station stood a simple cottage of three rooms, sur- rounded by a tiny garden. In response to Mary’s knock, John Brent himself opened the door. He was a little, old- looking man, with a clean-shaven, parchment-like face, and wisps of white hair hanging round his neck. He opened the door with shaking hands, and greeted his daughter in a queru- lous voice: i “Ah! So you’ve come at last! Time you looked after your poor father. Hired help is so expensive—yes, very expensive. Come in—come in!” He turned his back on her and led the way into the poorly-furnished room, “Not a palace—no, you won't find this a palace; but good enough, eh? It is comfortable and cheap.” “But, father, why do you live in such a poor place as this? I always under- stood you were wealthy, or why did you allow me to spend so much money at school?” “Ah! I was spending my capital, my dear. But it is all gone—gone! We must economize now.” “But is it fair to me, father, to bring me up as a lady and then plunge me suddenly into poverty?” “And this is gratitude for spending my hard-earned money, eh? I am poor now—very poor.” “How can you’ say you are poor, when you can afford to purchase a diamond like the ‘Empire’s Dream?’” The old man turned upon her with his face livid with passion. “The ‘Empire's Dream!’ What do you know about it? Speak, girl, speak! How do you know? Tell me —tell me!” “I heard it from Mr. Brawn. He says you gave him sixty thousand pounds for it.” “The fool—the fool! I am ruined! He will tell everybody, and they will think Iam rich. I must go, I must get away, to-morrow. It is not safe. Thieves will be here, and I am only an old man. The fool—oh, the fool! And you—why did I bring you here? I was so happy alone, and n6w—now Brawn; Muttering incoherently the old man plunged up the staircase and locked the door of his bed room, leaving Mary dumbfounded at the storm her words had raised, and sick at heart at the cold welcome to her new home. *. * J * a A few miles from Stalifield station the evening train from London’ stood side-tracked. By some fortuitous cir- cumstance the engine had gone amiss, and the impatient passengers had already waited over an hour for the arrival of a relief engine. In a first-class carriege two men sat I understood that he was | “Oh, I can’t stand this any longer! I shall never get to Stallfield to-night. It can only be a few miles from here; I shall get out and walk.” x “Aw, sure, an’ if ye’re going to Stallfield, an’ll accept my company, Tl come with ye. I don’t know me way much about here, but I’ve taken a little place near John Brent's cot- tage.” “I happen tos be going to see John Brent, and as I have never been here before we may be able to help each other.” “Aw, yis, an’ it’s meself as’ll be glad to stretch me legs.‘ But ye wouldn’t be in sech a hurry to see the old gen- tleman; it’ll be the bonny lass as fills yer eye, Awm thinkin’.” “Do you know Miss Brent?” “I do an’ all. I met the swate little creetur to-day, with my old friend, Kate Pilrig, or Dauncey, as she calls herself now; an’ faith I guess ye’ll be Godfrey West.” “That is my name, certainly, but I am surprised that you should know it.” “Aw,.sure, there’s no surprise about it, seein’ that your name was the last the colleen spoke when she left us at London Bridge. So as I know you, I may tell ye that I’m Joe Brawn of Ballarat.” “Tam very glad to meet you, so come along, and we'll get out of this.” They got into the high road, and were soon walking along chatting like old friends. As they neared Stallfield they heard the toot of a horn, and in the distance a motor car came dash- ing toward them at a terrific pace. “Look out, or they’ll run us down,” shouted West. They flattened themselves up against a hedge,-and the car went past in a flash. “A couple of madmen, I should think, racing like that on a dark night.” “Faith, it seemed to me as if there were three people in ut. Aw, yis; that chap at the back was_ holdin’ somebody down.” , They renewed their walk, and in a few minutes John Brent’s cottage was in sight. As they neared it they found all in darkness. “Strange! They can’t have retired so early as this; it is not yet nine. What are you looking for?” Brawn had struck a match and was closely examining the road. “Nawthin’. I got into the habit of lookin’ about for things when I was a member of the mounted police in Aus- tralia. ‘Pears ter me that that there moty car made a considerable stop right here, an’ that piece of blue stuff ’angin’ on the gate latch came off the dress Miss Brent wore to-day. Yis, sure.” “What does it mean?” asked West. “Aw, an’ we'll soon see.” Brawn knocked at the door, but there was no response. The latch yielded to his touch, and they went in. All was in darkness. West struck a match and lit a candle which was on the table, and then a scene of dire confusion presented itself. Chairs were overturned, crockery smashed, and everything turned upside down. “Good heavens! what is that?” And lying on the hearthrug was John Brent, a quiet, huddled-up little figure with blood slowly oozing from his mouth. © ; “Aw, the poor old gentleman; an’ I warned him not to keep the diamont here. Aw, yis, they’ve been after it sure enough.” “What diamond? talking about?” “A diamont he bought from me to- oe What are you genr in the world; but can the old chap be dead? Clear the table, an I'll lift him up.” He lifted the still figure as if it had been a baby. f (To Be Continued.) Pointing a Moral. “Sonny,” said Uncle Eben, “did you ever watch one o’ dishere little tug- boats come snortin’ along takin’ kyah of a great big ocean liner?” t “Yass, indeed,” answered Picka- ninny Jim. “An’ did you\ever see one er dese ‘lectric motors pick up a han’some, shiny locomotive an’ drag it frou de Baltimo’ tunnel?” “Lots o’ times.” “An’ did you ever see a quiet ol’ kneesprung white hoss pullin’ a help- less automobile to town?” “I sho’ has.” “Well, sonny, dem’s all to remind you dat no matter how wig or impor- tant an’ stylish. you gits, dar ain’ no tellin’ when you may need help f'um somebody dat don’ seem to cut no a9 figure wuf mentionin’, Wouldn’t Hurt Her. While waiting for the speaker at a public meeting a pale little man in the audience: seemed very numerous. He glanced over his shoulder from time to time and squirmed and shift- ed about in his seat. At last,-unable to stand it any longer, he arose and demanded, in a high, penetrating voice: “Is there a Christian Scientist in this room?” “Tam a Christian Scientist.” “Well, then, madam,” requested the little man, “would you mind changing seats with me? draft.” Interstate Commerce. The Dodo—What are you digging away at now; old man? The Stork—Since the recent rail- road agitation, I think it expedient to get myself up a little in the law gov- erning common carriers.—Puck. * There is no righteousness without some self-respect. day, the ‘Empire’s Dream,’ the finest | Tm sitting in a]: Weakened ‘by Over-Work. Unhealthy Kidneys Make Impure Blood. It. used to be considered that_ only urinary and bladder troubles were to. E traced to the kidneys, > but uow modern science proves that W¥ nearly all diseases have their beginnin; Wi in the disorder ; these most important organs. The kidneys filter and purify the blood— - that is their work. Therefore, when your kidneysare weak or out of order, you can understand how quickly your entire body is affected and how every organ seems to fail to do its duty. if you are sick or ‘feel badly,” begin taking the great kidney remedy, Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, because as soon as your kidneys are well they will help all the other organs to health. A trial will convince anyone. ; If you are sick you can make no mis- take by first doctoring your kidneys. The mild and the extraordinary effect of Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, the great kidney remedy, is soon realized. It stands the highest for its wonderful cures of the most distressing cases, and is sold on its merits by all a druggists in fifty-cent 1 and one-dollar sizeE bottles. You may havea sample bottle Home of Swamp-Root. by mail free, also a pamphlet telling you how to find out if you have kidney or bladder trouble. Mention this paper when writing to Dr. Kilmer & Co., Bing- hamton, N. Don’t make any mistake, but remember the name, Swamp-Root, Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, and the ad- dress, Binghamton, N. Y., onevery bottle. In Ye Olden Time. The Knight (apprehensively)—This year, by my halidome, is leap year. The Lady (significantly)—Aye, mar- ry it is! PATENTS, List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911 Pioneer Press bpilding, St. Paul, Minn.: Benjamin ‘amann, Detroit, Minn., air-pump; Isaac W. Hodgson, Minneapolis, Minn., resilient tire; Nicholas J. Theede, Fairmount, N, D., adjustable bearing; Albert E. Thomson, Sioux Falls, S. D., measuring device; William D. West- brook, Glenwood, Minn., fire-box door; Thomas H. Youngman, Mitchell, S. game board; Theodore H. Cook, Mi neapolis, Minn., nursing bottle, The Lines of Age. The rich Miss Passaye’s thin lips closed firmly. “No, Mr. Goldhunter,” sre said. “A thousand times, no. Indeed, I am surprised that you should have risked a proposal. I should think you could have read your rejection in my face.” Charles Goldhunter rose at once. “But,” he said, “I am not very good at reading between the lines.” ~ And laughing harshly, he lighted a cigarette and passed out into the rag. ing snowstorm. A Religious Jokesmith. A stickler for the good old ways, which we all admit to be the best, dropped in from church to see a writer. To the great surprise and horror of the Sunday visitor the writer was at work. The cheery click, click of the typewriter sounded from his den. “Oh, my dear man,” exclaimed the shocked caller, “you have not so far forgotten your early training as to be composing on Sunday?” “Oh, my dear, only jokes—and they are jokes on religious subjects.” Legal Excuse. “Rastus,” said the neighbor, “I'd like to borrow that mule of yours.” “Goodness sakes, boss,” was the re- | joinder, “I’d like to ’commodate you; put I’s had some ’sperience wif de law. If a man is ’sponsible foh de acts of his agent an’ I was to lend dat mule out it wouldn’ be no time befo’ I was arrested for assassination!” RAILROAD MAN Didn't Like Being Starved. A man running on a railroad has to be in good condition all the time or he is liable to do harm to himself and others. A clear head is necessary to run a locomotive or conduct a train. Even a railroad man’s appetite and diges- tion are matters of importance, as the clear brain and steady hand result from the healthy appetite followed by the proper digestion of food. “For the past five years,” writes a railroader, “I have been constantly troubled with indigestion. Every doc- tor I consulted seemed to want to starve me to death. First I was-diet- ed on warm water and toast until I was almost starved; then, when they would let me eat, the indigestion would be right back again. “Only temporary relief came from remedies, and I tried about all of them I saw advertised. About three months ago a friend advised me to try Grape- Nuts food. The very first day I no- ticed that my appetite was satisfied, which had not been the case before, that I can remember. * “In a week, I.believe, I had more energy than ever before in my life. I have gained seven pounds and have not had a touch of indigestion since I have been eating Grape-Nuts. When my wife saw how much good this food was doing me she thought she would ‘try it awhile. We believe the dis- coverer of Grape-Nuts found the ‘Per- fect Food.’” : ' Name given by Postum Co., Battle reek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well- mille,” in pkgs. “There's * Reason.” be fad an experience with the phono- Why Secretary Metcalf Has Discon- tinued Its Use. Secretary of the Navy Metcalf has graph which causes him to leah all the more strongly upon stenographers. When arranging to prepare his an- nual report he found all the short- hand clerks in the department en- gaged upon -work they could not sus- pend, and he decided to use a phono- graph. The first day he dictated some- thing like 15,000 words into the little instrument. The cylinder turned with an easy motion and the machine ap- parently registered what the secretary said without a hitch. The next day thousands of more words were uttered by the secretary in the little wonder’s ear. The third day he completed the report. The cylinders were . turned over to the typewriters, and the sec- retary went out to play golf. When he returned a typewriter came to him. “Mr. Secretary,” he said, “the phono- graph did not register properly. Some- thing was the matter with it.” “What’s that?” asked the secretary, astonished. “Let’s hear it.” The story circulating at the navy department is that the secretary put the receiver to his ears and heard the phonograph gurgle. There was a buzz, then “20,000 battle ships are re- quired”—buzz, buzz—‘submarines are weapons, the armor of which causes them to make not less than 19 knots per hour.” . Then the secretary said a few words which were not registered on the cyl- inder, and called to his stenographer. He is now engaged in dictating his re- port to his private secretary. WHERE HE WAS NOT IMMUNE, No Usages of Diplomacy Protected Youngster from Father’s Wrath. There is a policeman in Washington who was taught the power of diplo- matic immunity in a way that excites him to laughter every time he thinks of it. A few days ago he was gayly swinging his club and flirting with the nurses in Dupont circle when he no- ticed a nine-year-old breaking branch- es from a small bush. “Stop that,” he said to the young- ster, touching him on the shoulder. “I may have to arrest you for that.” »The child looked at him unafraid. “You can’t do that,” he observed gravely. “I am entitled to diplomatic immunity.” The officer’s mouth flew open. “Young man,” he said, peremptorily, “I am an officer of the law. It is un- lawful to break shrubbery. Anybody doing so must be punished.” “Ah, but you don’t know who I am,” the boy replied in a childish treble. “I am the son of an envoy extraordi- nary and a minister plenipotentiary. Diplomats and their families cannot be punished for breaking the laws. If you don’t believe me you may go and ask my papa.” ‘Tl tell you what I will do, young man,” the officer said, exasperated. “I will take you to your father and see if you have any immunity from his punishment.” The youngster wailed. It was some satisfaction to the officer to know that he wailed still louder after he had told his tale at the legation. Congressmen Disgruntled. When congress ordered the applica- tion of the Civil service rules to all appointments of persons to conduct the woman and child labor investiga- tions, it believed it had struck the president a severe blow. The latter was supposed to have a slate of ap- pointees prepared which he proposed to proclaim officially as soon as the investigations were authorized. The civil service requirement, however, has proved a boomerang. Congressmen are finding the number of jobs open to their constituents’ diminishing year after year. They are unable to re- ward political supporters as lavishly as was the case in the old days. The result is grave embarrassment, and in some cases defeat at the polls. One congressman who knocked steadily at the doors of every department re- turned home in a disgusted frame of mind. “IT had promised to get a subordinate clerkship for a girl in my district,” he said before he left “and now I have got to go back home and report fail- ure. It is the civil service commis- sion this, the civil service commission that, and the civil service commission everything. It’s well enough to say the merit system should prevail, but it isn’t always the man or woman who makes the highest mark in an exam- {nation that turns out to be the best employe. When I arrive I will have & conversation with my friend /who asked me to get the job for the girl something like this: “Got that job, John?’ he will ask. “ ‘No,’ I will answer. ‘I haven’t got the job. That girl’s got to pass a civil service examination.’ “Civil service? Why, doggone it, you promised to do a civil service for me without any examination, and as you won't, I’m going to support some- body who will!’” Little Turks at the Capital. The Turkish minister's little young- sters drive around the national capital in a victoria, in the most remarkable and unclassifiable millinery. The head pieces of all four or five of the swarthy little strangers are exactly alike, with- out any sex discrimination. They all wear little smooth black fezes, appar- ently of rubber or oil silk, with ex- tensions that come down over the ears and fasten under the small chins. The elfin faces peep out oddly upon the new sights about them in this great, strange land. Nature and a woman’s work com- bined have produced the grandest remedy for woman’s ills that the world has ever known. In the good old-fashioned days of our grandmothers they relied upon the roots and herbs of the field to cure disease and mitigate suffering. The Indians on our Western Plains to-day can produce roots and herbs for every ailment, and cure diseases that baffle the most skilled physicians who have spent years in the study of drugs. From the roots and herbs of the field Lydia E. Pinkham more than thirty years ago gave to the women of the world a remedy for their pe- culiar ills, more potent and effica- cious than any combination of drugs, Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound is now recognized as the standard remedy for woman’s ills. Mrs. Bertha Muff, of 515 N.C. St., Louisiana, Mo., writes: “Complete restoration to health means so mech to me that for the sake of other suffering women I am willing to make my troubles public. “‘For twelve years I had been suffer- ing with the worst forms of female ills. During that time I had eleven different physicians without help. No tongue can tell what I suffered, and at times I could hardly walk. About two years ago I wrote Mrs. Pinkham for advice. I followed it, and can truly say that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- pound and Mrs. Pinkham’s advice re- stored health and strength. It is worth mountains of gold to suffering women.” : What Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege- table Compound did for Mrs. Muff, it will do for other suffering women. Facing the Situation. “I won’t countenance this deal!” cried the senior member of the firm. “Then,” resignedly replied the junior member, “that puts another face on it.” The Pe-ru-na Almanac Homes. The Peruna Lucky Day Almanac has become a fixture in over eight million homes. It can be obtained from all druggists free. Be sure to inquire early. The 1908 Almanac is already published, and. the supply will soon be exhausted. Do not putit off. Speak for one to-day. In 8,000,000 Going Up. “An ounce of butter, madam?” , The grocer said, and then, “Two dollars please,” as he wrapped it up—— For this was 1910. 6taTE oF Onto, City oF beanees | 8s. Luoas Coury. Frank J. CHENrY makes oath that he {s senfor artuer of the firm of F. J. Cusnzy & Co., dolag Business in the City of Toledo, County and State aforesaid, and that said firm will pay the sum of ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS for each and every =. of a bes cannot be cured by the use of L's CATABRE CURR. FRANK J. CHENEY. bola spe yit me end salpennes in my presence, 6 of December, A. D., 1886. bee og passa A. W. GLEASON, } sxart =—— Norany Pustic. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally and scts directly 8 the blood snd mucous surfaces of the stem. Send for testimonials, free. si F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, 0, Bold by all Druggists, 75. ‘Take Hall’s Family Pills for constipation. ~ Weather Prophecy Realized. Passerby (angrily to owner of house)—This flowerpot has just fallen on my head from the balcony of your house, Owner (a meteorologist)—Really? Then there is an east wind to-day, as I prophesied there would be. Garfield Tea purifies the blood, eradi- cating rheumatism, fort and other chron- ic diseases. It is made of Herbs--not drugs! A Treasonable Extrication. ’08—Who’s that awful old frumg over there? ’09—That, sir, is my mother. ’08—Er—ah—oh-—, yes—um. Well ~-ahem—you just ought to see mine! Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup. For children teething, softens the gums, reduces {n- flammation allays pain. cures wind colic. ‘ca bottle, Some men rob widows and orphans and then try to square themselves by giving 10 per cent to the Lord. Penniless men are at least bunko proof. WE PAY TOP PRICES FOR CREAM. Cash every day. Write for prices and tags.- MILLER & HOLMES, St. Paul, Minn, No man ever prayed who did all his praying on his knees. If love is blind how can there be love at first sight? A BEAUTIFUL WATCH FOB FREB to those who ship us $5 worth of hides or furs or buy guns or traps to at_amounty N. W. HIDE & FUR Co., nneapolis, Nothing makes one more tired thag living only for a rest. \ cas aes RR ae