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AS A LAST RESORT PE-RU-N MR. WM. Fr VAHLBERG. m F. Vahlberg, Oklahoma , Writes: ‘One soitle of Peruna which I have did more toward relieving me of ise of catarrh of the s of treatment with ns. d given up hopes of relief, and ed Peruna as a last resort. all continue using it, as I feel ed it will effect an entire and >rmanent cure. most cheerfully recommend Peruna, to all who may read this.” Peruna is usually taken as a last re- sort. Doctors have been tried and fa Other remedies have been used. Sanitariums have been visited. Travel 1s been resorted to. At last Peruna is tried. Relief is is history is repeated over and y day in the year. It is s SSi ble hold upon the people. » could say nothing that would add © to such testimonials as the above. t people who have had catarrh and » tried every other remedy a. uil- e, find relief in Peruna, constitutes the best argument that could be made. Why Butt In? Dr. John Lovejoy Elliot, head work- er ot Hudson Guild settlement in w York, was lecturing some boys f rom the water front on the doings of ro. He gave a vivid picture of the cruelty of the emperor and thonght hat he must have fixed the idea of non-ethical deeds in the minds of his Then he began questions. said the teacher, “what do think of Nero?” > was no reply moved around uneasily. “Well, O’Brien, what do you think of Nero? Would you say he was a good an? Would you like to know him?” No answer, and O’Brien looked long- at the door. Well, w *t Nero a bad man?” done nothin’ to me.” was ted response, reflecting ny policy of not butting Boys,” and the class Not Looking for a Fee. Oscar Hammerstein, at a theatrical inner in N York, told some rem- iscences of theatrical deadheads. Then there was Blank,” said Mr, Hammerstein. “Blank’s impudence vas second only to that of a waiter I rd about the other day. Look here, waiter,’ said a guest; ‘his fish is not cooked properly.’ { know it, sir,’ said the waiter; ut you told me it was for your wife.’ Well, what of that?’ asked the rprised guest. ‘Why,’ said t if the lady ldn’t be ve the waiter, ‘I knew was your wife she particular.’ ” Every Morning. Paul, at the age of four, was asked ne morning by his papa: “What is name of the first meal of the Jatmeal,” pr puly responded little Paul NEW LIFE Found in Change to, Right Food. \fter one suffers from acid dyspep- sia, sour stomach, for months and then s the remedy is in getting the right kind of food it is something to speak about N. Y. lady and her young son had such an experience and she wants others to know how to get relief. She For about fifteen months my little boy and myself had suffered with sour mach. We were unable to retain much of anything we ate. After suffering in this way for so long I decided to consult a specialist in stomach diseases. Instead of pre- scribing drugs, he put us both on pe-Nuts and we began to improve immediately. It was the key to a new life. I found we had been eating too much heavy food which we could not digest. In a few weeks after commencing Gr ape- Nuts I was able to do my house- I wake in the morning with a e head and feel rested and have no sour stomach. My boy sleeps well and wakes with a laugh. “We have regained our lost weight and continue to eat Grape-Nuts for both the morning and evening meals. Ww e are well and happy and owe it to v “There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A mew one appears from time to time. are genuine, true, and full ef human interest. CHAPTER XXII.—Continued. Esther found an outlet for her rest- lessness that afternoon in writing a long letter to her brother Clement. She had written him the _previ- ous afternoon, telling him that Gray- ton was missing. Btu to-day she had more definite news to communi- cate. This letter was not delivered at Clement’s lodgings until noon the following day, and, as he did not re- turn to lunch, it was tea-time before it fell into his hands. His first feeling was one of horror at the fate of his friend. Then his thoughts turned again to Marion West. She ought to know what had happened. The theft might be af vast importance to her. The search for the thief and the missing property ought to begin without an hour’s de- lay. What should he do? Could he call and see her again after his emphatic dismissal the pre- vious night? Would she consent to see him if he called? He debated this question so long that his tea went cold and his bread and butter remained untouched. CHAPTER XxXIiil. A Proposal. Clement Mawgan was not the only one who found himself in a brown study that Monday afternoon. In the smoke room of a West End club Lord Richard Grovely was seated in a deep easy chair abstractedly into the fire. Across his knees lay a copy of an evening paper which he had just been reading. He had picked up the paper merely to pass the time away, for the days hung heavy on his hands, and there was no one in the room at the moment with whom he was on speak- ing terms. He did pot anticipate for a second that he would find anything in the pa- per that would be of the smallest in- terest to himself. Monday’s newspa- pers were nearly always dull, and since there were no race meetings on it was not likely that a man of his type would discover anything that was worth reading. Yet on the very first page he dis- covered a paragraph which held him spellbound. It was headed: “Tragedy in Cornwall. Clergyman Stabbed on a Lonely Moor. Remarkable Story.” The local reporter who had’ tele- graphed the news had evidently done his best with the materials at his dis- posal. Most of the facts, so far as they were known, were succinctly stated, but many things of importance bad not then come to light, hence the story lacked balance and complete- ness. Sufficient, however, was told not on- ly to interest Lord Richard, but to fill him with the keenest anxiety. Some few weeks previously a Mr. Evans from Exeter had called to see him, and had laid before him a pro- posal which promised great things if only it could be successfully carried out. Up to the present nothing had come of it, but if the story in the pa- per was true it seemed not unlikely that at an early date Mr. Evans would call on him again. If he failed to do so he foresaw complications—perhaps the destruction of some fondly cher- ished hopes. Lord Richard was the youngest son of the marquess of Fowey, and as he became a member of the proud house of Grovely he had cultivated expen- sive tastes, though on a very narrow income, with the result that he was in a state of chronic impecuniosity. Lord Richard had been called to the bar in his early life, though, of course, he had never practiced, his knowledge of law being an exceedingly limited quantity, while his capacity for work was even moré-limited still. His eldest brother had recently suc- ceeded to the title and the estates, with the result that Lord Richard found himself in a worse pecuniary position than during his father’s life- time. The old man had been fairly generous; the elder brother was not afflicted with any weakness in that direction. The major portion of Lord Richard’s income was derived from chairman- ships and directorships. Banks and insurance societies, and even railway companies, are much given to engag- ing lords as figure heads, while an honest penny may be turned occasion- ally by appearing as directors of new companies. Lord Richard’s name often found its way into print in this connection. Such directorships entailed no labor, while the pay was always welcome. For many years he had cherished a vague though secret hope that Provi- dence would interpose on his behalf with respect to the estate of his late brother Edward. Edward was an old- er brother and a dabbler on the stock exchange. Many years previously he had deemed it prudent to leave Eng- land for good. He had been chairman of a mining syndicate that had not turned out well, and though he was 4 in no way to blame for the failure of i the company he took the matter to “The Shadow Between” = BY = SILAS K. HOCKING. | heart so much that he would never .and had left behind a little daughter. face his old friends again. He had been dead now well on to twenty years, Unfortunately from Lord Richard’s point of view, Edward had married, More unfortunate still, that child had | lived, and by all accounts was living still. It was generally believed—and the grounds of the belief were good— that Lord Edward had accumulated a good deal of property in the states, and that this property was being held in trust by the courts until the child was twenty-one. Moreover, the existence of this child prevented Lord Richard touching his brother’s English patrimony, which had grown to a very considerable amount. Why she was _ persistently kept aawy from England was not quite clear. Why she persisted in living was a problem more painful and perplexing still. Year after year Lord Richard had kept hoping that he would get news of the death of this daughter of his late brother, and year after year he was disappointed. The news that reached him was always of an oppo- site kind. The child was doing well; was developing physically and mental- ly; was growing into a very beautiful woman. The medium of this news was a Mr. Mayhew of Exeter, an ex- solicitor, who had retired to the West- ern city for reasons he never fully explained, Mr. Mayhew had known Lord Ed- ward Grovely well. Indeed, he had been solicitor to the company that had so ignominiously failed. Lord Richard had tried to ascertain the whereabouts of this niece of his again and again, but had mever suc- ceeded. He half suspected that her friends feared she would be kidnap- ped and killed. Anyhow, he was never able to obtain any reliable informa- tion as to her whereabouts. For sev- eral months he had heard nothing. Mr. Mayhew had given up writing. Then, unexpectedly, Fortune's wheel gave a sudden lurch, and he found himself faced by a new set of prob- lems and possibilities. He was sitting alone in his small library in Mount street; when he was informed that a man wanted to see hom on particular business. His name was Evans, and he hailed from: Ex- eter. It was a shabby card he pre- sented, bearing only the name “Thom- as Evans,” written in pencil. “Show him in,” he said, after a few moments’ hesitation. And a few min- utes later Evans crept noiselesSly in- to the room. He waited until the door was closed behind him, and then began to ex- plain his business by saying that for a good many years he had been con- fidential clerk to the late Mr. Mayhew of Exeter. “Is he dead?” Lord Richard asked, abruptly, growing suddenly interested. “He is dead, my lord. Peace hs to ashes.” ‘Well, and what brings you here?” “Business, my lord, and business of an important kind. I had only yester- day an interview with the daughter of your late brother.” “By gad, you had?” Lord Richard cried, with a sudden blaze in his eyes. “J had,” Evans replied, impressive- “and a very taking girl she is, I I mean young lady. I beg your pardon.” “We can dispense with comments and opinions; lIet’s have facts. Where is she now? How came you to meet her?” “She came to see Mr. Mayhew. Mr. Pinder, his successor, referred to me. I could not tell her much, of course, but I got a good deal out of her.” “well?” “To begin with, she is ignorant of her real parentage.” Lord Richard arched his eyebrows, but said nothing. “Her mother, as you know, was the sister of Richard West, the financier h —a man whose memory: is still as ‘ointment poured forth’ in many mind comments; keep to “JT will do so, my lord,” and Evans bowed humbly. “Your brother’s wife did not long survive him—that, of course, I learned while I was with Mayhew—and before her death she handed over the child to the care of her brother. He, it seems, allowed her to grow up in the belief that he was her father. As a matter of fact, however, Richard West never mar- ried.” “That is of no importance, any- how.” “As evidence it may be of very great importance, in case the young lady has to fight for her rights.” “Fight? I don’t know that her iden- tity has ever been called into ques- tion.” “But it may be, my lord. It seems to me a fortune is within your reach if you are prepared to grasp it.” Lord Richard lowered his eyelids and looked at his visitor suspiciously. “Will you kindly explain what you are driving at?” he said, a little an- grily. “I can only state a few facts,” Ev- ans said, humbly. “It is not for me to advise your lordship. You know your own affairs best.” “Well?” “I presume if your brother’s daugh- ter were out of the way, or if she were unable to prove her relationship, it would be*of considerable advantage to you?” “If she is alive, as you say, I have no doubt she is in possession of all necessary documents. My brother was no fool, and would provide against all reasonable contingencies.” “Accidents happen sometimes which upset the most careful calculations. No one can foresee everything.” “Well, go on.” “Lord Edward’s daughter has grown up with her uncle, believing herself to be his daughter. She be- lieves so still, and all the evidence that could prove the contrary lies somewhere in the hold of the Nebras- ka, which, as you remember, foun- dered on the Beetles a few weeks ago and is now at the bottom of the sea.” “You aresure of this?” “T had it from her own lips. was shot in a duel, or something of the kind. Before he died, however, he told her she must go to England, and take to Mayhew a silver box which contained all necessary docu- ments.” “And he did not tell her that she was not his daughter?” “No. He practically told her noth- ing. He left it to Mayhew and the papers in the box to explain. Now you will see how the matter stands. Mayhew died before she reached Eng- land, and so she could get nothing out of him, while the box containing the proofs of her identity is knocking about among the Beetle Rocks off the coast of Cornwall. So you see, my lord, the Fates have been steadily working on your behalf.” “You think so?” “What else can anybody think who knows the facts. If you claim the estates as nearest of kin, and there is no one to object to your claim, the whole thing falls into your hands, lock, stock and barrel.” “You are a lawyer, West I presume?” Lord Richard questioned, after a pause. “Well, no! Fortune has not favored me to that extent. I have picked up a little law, naturally; but I am not a lawyer.” “And what, may I ask, has induced you to Iay these facts before me?” “Self-interest, my lord. I may as well be honest in a matter of this kind. It seemed to me that I might be of service to you and serve myself at the same time.” “Yes; go on.” “You will not have failed to see, my lord, that there is still one possible danger.” “Indeed! If West and Mayhew are dead and the box containing all the documents is at the bottom of the sea, I confess I do not see what there is to fear. You might tell her, of course, and possibly you want me to pay you for keeping silence.” “You might misjudge me, my lord,” Evans said, in hurt tones. “My tell- ing her would accomplish nothing if there is no evidence available.” “Exactly. That is the very thing I was going to say. Still, a rumor of that kind set on foot would not be pleasant exactly, and, of course, who- ever came into the property, it would be his duty to see that the girl was properly provided for.” “That is a matter that does not con- cern me in the least,” Evans replied, in a tone of slight insolence. “The point is, you are quite willing to pock- et the girl's property yourself if it can be done.” Lord Richard started, and an angry light came into his eyes. In a sense he had been caught off his guard. His needy condition and the prospect of sudden wealth had led him unwitting- ly to betray himself. He felt he would have to try to retrieve his position somewhat. He drew himself up proudly, and his voice became vibrant with well- feigned indignation. “How dare you assume any such thing?” he cried—“you, a stranger and an adventurer!” (To Be Continued.) TONS OF BEET SUGAR. We Make Half a Million Every Year in This Country. One of the most important of the industries developed in recent years is the production of sugar from sugar beets. More or less desultory work wag done on sugar beets as far back as 1867. In 1892 only six Tactories were in operation in this country, the combined output of which was a little over 27,000,000 pounds of sugar. According to the National Magazine, there are now no less than sixty-four factories in operation, with a com- bined output of approximately 500,000 short tons of sugar manufactured from beets, with a factory value of $45,000,- 000. One most important factor has been the production of a high-grade sugar beet seed. For many years* Ameri- can growers have been dependent al- most exclusively on foreign countries for our sugar beet seed, but for three or four years past the department of agriculture has been encouraging the successful growth of sugar beet seed in this country. It has shown that the seed can be greatly improved by breeding, tests of beets from Ameri- can grown seed running as high as 17, 18 and sometimes 20 per cent sugar. The department is also continuing investigations to determine the best localities for sugar “beet production. When we remember that less than ofie-fifth of the sugar consumed in this country is produced in the states it is plain that there is abundant oppor- tunity for development; and it is cer- tain that wherever a sugar factory is located labor is immediately in de- mand at higher wages, and the value of farm lands increased from 25 to 50 per cent. The bottom soon drops out of quick- bly made frieadships. THANKFUL JACK é 5 I’m thankful that my skin is tough, For now I can eat quite enough Of goodies on Thanksgiving day Without a feeling of dismay. Were it not tough, I'd burst, you see, And that would be most hard on me. But as it is, I'll eat ind eat Till I am full from head to feet. And when I’m through I'll rest and rest; Then eat some more, for it is best To eat the goodies while you may; We don’t oft have Thanksgiving day! —Annie James. t Be | UNDAUNTED BILLY LONG-HAIR | 4 4 Youthful Billy Long-Hair Was a football player, (Or should I say that Billy was A long-haired football slayer?) Thanksgiving day was set to play A game ’gainst mighty foe, And Billy marched him gaily out, And to the war did go. But as the battle hot did wage Young Billy got a blow From adversary on the ground; The blow laid Billy low. So home he went with eye bound up And arm loose in a sling; But cried as he got in bed, “Football is just the thing!” —Maud Walker. Enough to Kill. “Of course,” said Dabster, write poetry to kill sell——” “Well,” quietly replied Crittick, handing back the manuscript, “if Time weren’t next to immortal, I’m sure you’d be successful.” “T only time, not to HIS THEORY. Ethel—Why is the turkey regarded as especially appropriate to Thanks- giving? Bob—Because any one who can af- ford to buy Turkey these days has reason to be thankful. Why He Thought So. “Auntie,” inquired the little nephew, as the unbeautiful spinster stood gaz- ing in the long mirror, “what are you thinking of?” “T was thinking how my figure loeks in the glass, Willie.” “T thought that was it!” quickly ex: claimed the youth. “What made you think so?” asked the aunt, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Because you made such a wry face.” DOWN MISSOURI WAY CANADA’S RESPECT FOR LAW AND ORDER THE SUBJECT FOR FAVORABLE COMMENT. Those who have visited Canada are always impressed with the strict ob- servance that is given to the laws of the country, and the order that is preserved everywhere. The editor of the Gazette, of Fulton, Nev., recently paid a visit to Western Canada. He was so impressed with the conditions that he saw everywhere, that on his return home he was inspired to write as follows: “Reverence and respect for law is a dominant characteristic of the Canadian people. Wherever one goes in Canada, whether east or west, the law is supreme. The law is obeyed because it is law, seemingly, and not because violation carries a penalty. Canada enforces the law and makes every law effective. No coun- try is more free than Canada. In name Canada is a dependency of the Brit- ish Crown. In fact, it is almost a third republic. All its taxes are voted, collected and expended by the Romin- ion and the provinces. The nominal head of the Government is the Goy- ernor General, appointed by the Eng- lish Crown. Practically his only au- thority is to veto the acts of parlia- ment, which he scarcely ever exer- cises. Canada gives nothing to the support of the English government or the English king. She gives England the advantage in trade regulations and tariff laws, and in return receives the protection of the British army and navy. Canada enjoys the protection without sharing in the expense. “The sale of liquor is strictly regu- lated. None but hotel-keepers may obtain license to vend the stuff, and before a license can be secured an ap- plicant must prove good character and provide twenty rooms in his tavern for the accommodation of guests. The bar-rooms close at 7 o’clock Saturday evening and remain closed until Mon- day morning. The schools and churches in Western Canada excite admiration. Though new, Western Canada is not godless. The finest buildings in every town are the churches. Next come the school houses.” Turning to the wheat fields of West- ern Canada, the editor of the Laurel (Neb.) Advocate of Sept. 17th says: “I have often thought that the reason that the characters of Charles Dickens are so impressed upon the minds of his readers is because he dwells upon them so long and de seribes them so minutely that by the time one has waded through his long drawn out stories they are so burned into his brain that he can never forget them. It was this way with the Cana- dian wheat fields. Had we only seen a few the memory of them might have worn away in time, but a long drawn out experience such as we had is sure to leave an uneffaceable im- pression. Never while we live shall we forget the Canadian wheat fields. They call it the granary of the Brit- ish Empire, and we, don’t blame ’em. Nobody who has seen these wheat fields can wonder at their enthusiasm.” It is worth while to record that these fields have now been harvested, and in many cases yields as high as forty and fifty bushels per acre have been marketed, while the general average has been away above 20 bushels per acre. Oats and barley have also done well, and the profits, the prices of grains being high, have paid the entire cost of the farms of many a farmer. There is now 160 acres of land given away, in addition to the 160 acres that the homesteader may purchase at $3.00 an acre. Particu- lars of this as well as the lowest rail- way rates will be given by the Cana dian Government Agent. Sympathy with a Sting to It. Weeks—The true American always saves the under dog in the fight. Wise—Yes, and then gives him a swift” kick for being chump enough to get into it. Feet Ache—Use Allen’s Foot-Ease 30.00 testimonials, Refuse imitations. Send for free trial package. A.S, Olmsted, Le Roy. N. 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