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| | | }* INTOLERABLE ITCHING Fearful Eczema All Over Baby’s Face —Professional Treatment Failed. A Perfect Cure by Cuticura. “When my little girl was six months old I noticed small red spots on her right cheek. They grew go large that I sent for the doctor but, instead of helping the eruption, his ointment seemed to make it worse. Then I went to a second doctor who said it Was eczema. He also gave me an oint- ment which did not help either. The disease spread all over the face and the eyes began to swell. The itching grew intolerable and it was a terrible sight to see. I consulted doctors for months, but they were unable to cure the baby. I paid out from $20 to $30 without relief.. One evening I began to use the Cuticara Remedies. The next morning the baby’s face was all white instead of red. I continued until the eczema entirely disappeared. Mrs. P. E. Gumbin, Sheldon, Ia., July 13,'08.” Potter Drug & Chem. Corp., Sole Props., Boston. The Cult of Ugliness. Sometimes our feelings are relieved by sneering at our early Victorian grandfathers, who are credited with a cult of ugliness; but are we any bet- ter? Whoever thinks so should be taken to a fashionable and newly developed seaside watering-place. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors, Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, pat- ent lawyers, 910 Pioneer Press build- ing, St. Paul, Minn.: J. J. Carrigan, St. Paul, Minn., gate; H. Christopher- son, Kidder, S. D., wrench; F. G. Held, Kenyon, Minn., litter carrier; E. C. A. Johnson, Virginia, Minn., ice cream packer; §. Leigh, Winifred, S. D., reel for wire fence; B. O. Neslon, Trolley, N. D., whip socket; H. W. Stone, Morris, Minn., wire looper; W. H. Tidland, Mankato, Minn., clothes dryer. Good Reasons. “John,” said a business man to his Sicilian fruit vender, “why did you leave Sicily?” “My country,” answered John, “ten- cent a day. This country, ten-cent a cigar.” Beware of Ointments for Catarrh that Contain Mercury, as mercury will surely destroy the sense of smell and completely derange the whole system when entering 1t through the mucous surfaces. Such articles should never be used cenere on prescrip- tions from reputable physicians, as the damage they will do ts ten fold to the good you can possibly de- rive from them. Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, O., contains no mer- cury, and is taken internally, actin; ctly upon the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. In buying Hall's Catarrh Cure be sure you get the enuine. It 1s taken internally and made in Toledo, ‘nfo, by F. J. Cheney & Co, ‘Testimontals free, Sold by Dru, Price, 75c. per bottle. ‘Take Hail’s Family Pills for constipation. Marine Intelligence. Redd—This paper says the “steam- er sailed.” Is that ignorance, do you suppose? Greene—No; that’s marine intelli- gence. -ED IN 6 TO 14 DAYS. MENT is guaranteed to cure any case Blind, Bleeding or Protruding Piles ip or money refunded. 0c. Rubbering. — Over 400,000 Bill have been planted on the Hawaiian islands, Jill—Why, is there so much to see over there? rubber trees WE SEL Gi S AND TRAPS CHEAP & buy Furs & Hides. Write for catalog 108 N. W. Hide & Fur Co., Minneapolis, Minn. Don’t You Find It So? Church—It is said the giant bees of Indian build honey combs as high as eighteen feet. Gotham—Well, the higher things go the more chance a man has of be- ing “stung,” you know. ne seen ee Avon's Boot Ei restired, aching, sweating free. ‘A's. Olmsted, Lo Roy N ©. ‘Trial package Missing Chickens. “J haven't missed any chickens late- ly,” said the man who had a hennery. “But pop has,” replied the boy next door. “What are you talking about? Your father hasn’t any chickens.” “No, but he shot at a _ couple of yours yesterday and missed ’em.” GROOMING COUNTS But it cannot make a Fair Sxin ora Clossy Women with good complexions connot j be homely. Creams, lotions, washes and powders cannot make a fair skin. Every horseman knows that the satin coat of his thoroughbred comes from the animal's “all-right” condition. Let the horse get “off his feed” and his coat turns dull. Cur- rying, brushing and rubbing will give him a clean coat, but cannot produce the coveted smoothness and gloss of the horse’s skin, which is his com- plexion. The ladies will see the point. Lane’s Family Medicine Is the best preparation for ladies who desire a gentle laxative medicine that will give the body perfect cleanliness internally and ‘the wholesomeness that produces such skins as painters love to copy. At druggists’, 25. “The Shadow Pctween” == BY = SILAS K. CHAPTER XXVI. (Continued.) Clement looked at his watch every few minutes, then consulted the dintng room clock. Watch and clock ap- peared to be keeping very well to- gether, and yet he never remembered time to move so slowly. Bice arrived at half past nine. “I don’t know if your services will be required or not,’ Clement said to him, apologetically. “But I think it is more than probable that Miss West will desire a responsible solicitor at her elbow.” “I shall be delighted to take serv- ice for her,” Mr. Bicesaid, with effu- sion, rubbing his thin hands as he did so. “Delighted.” “It is possible there will be neither money nor kudos in the business,” Clement ventured. “In fact, it ap- pears to me almost certain—that is, | judging by what she has told us—that she has no property whatever.” “I shall be glad to serve her all the same,” Mr. Bice replied; and he smiled kindly. -t is good of you, and I am sure she will be grateful,” and Clement pulled out his watch again and heaved a little sigh. At last he judged that the motor car would be fairly on its way back, and he crossed the hall and stood on the doorstep. Fifteen minutes at the outside would be all the time needed to cover the distance. It took Sain- my Crantie with his ramshackle horse and cart a full hour, and Sammy rath- er plumed himself on the achievement. The morning was fine, and the air keen and frosty; long distance. He could hear the boom of the waves on the Beetles quite distinctly. His heart gave a sudden bound. Away in the distance was the “toot-toot!” of the motor’s horn. He ran to the gate and looked up the road. “Toot-toot!” It was coming nearer. “T’d better not let her see me till she gets into the hous he reflected, and he returned hurriedly to house. By the time he reached the dor step he heard the whir and noise of the | wheels. She was tearing down the hill at express speed. Clement crossed the hall rapidly and entered the libra ry. He was in a greater’state of ex- citement than:he ever remembered being in before. “Here they come,” Wilkins ejacu- lated, softly, and he rushed to the door jus as the motor curved round and came to a standstill. CHAPTER XXVII. The Contents of the Box. Clement Mawgan looked at Marion for a moment through a chink of the library door. The swift drive through the morning air had brought the color back to her pale cheeks, and her eyes were aglow with excitement. She was very simply and inexpensively dressed and yet she could not have looked lovelier in his eyes had she been adorned with Worth’s most expensive creations. Mrs. Mawgan was shaking hands with her in a very gracious if stately way, and Mr. Jackson stood a little way back smiling at the scene. Clement pulled open the door sud- denly and came forward. Marion lift- ed her eyes with a start of surprise, and her flushed cheeks paleé a little, and yet in spite of herself a pleased smile spread itself over her face which he was quick to note. “I did not know you were in Corn- wall, ’she said, advancing to meet him, and there was just a touch of shyness or reserve in her manner. “I came down nearly a fortnight ago,” he answered, taking her out- stretched hand in his and holding it just for a moment. “I am glad your friend, Mr. Grayton, is recovering. I have read the papers very diligently every day. But how did you find the box?” Clement gave her a brief recital of what had happened the previous day, and then led the way into the library. “Oh, there is the old thing!” Ma- rion exclaimed, as she caught sight of the box on the table. “But what a condition it’s in!” “It can be easily cleaned,” Clement answered, with a smile; “but we thought it best to leave it exactly as it was found.” “But what am I to do now?” “That is for you to decide. If you wish us all to retire while you exam- ine the contents we will do so.” “Oh, no; please don’t,’ she an- swered, hastily. “The more the bet- ter. I am beginning to wonder wheth- er there can be anything of real im- portance or value in the box. But we shall need a blacksmith to open it.” “{ have thought of that,” Clement answered, “and so I asked Mr. Lobb to come along. He understands open- ing lockets and watches and caskets and all that kind of thing.” “Please ask him in,” Marion said, ex- citedly. “I am on tenterhooks with curiosity.” “And as there may be legal docu- sounds carried a} the | HOCKING. ments of importance,” Clement went on, “I have asked Mr. Bice, who is a solicitor, to drop in, “Oh, you are good. You seem to have thought of everything,” and she looked gratefully up into his eyes. “It’s best to be on the safe side,” he said, with a smile, and then the door was thrown open and Mr. Bice and the local clockmaker en- tered. Lobb examined the box with great interest and curiosity, while the oth- ers stood back and silently watched him. The box had neither hinge nor lock, and the top fitted on so closely that the whole thing looked as if it might have been molded in one piece, After considerable rubbing, Lobb discovered the thin line where box and cover joined, but to separate the | one from the other appeared to defy all his strength and ingenuity. He tugged and pulled and perspired, but all to no purpose. Had the cover been soldered on, it could scarcely have offered more resistance. “I’m afraid I may have to deface the box a little, miss,” he said, look- ing up apologetically. “I never saw so good a fit before.” “Never mind what you do, so long as you get it open,” Marion answered, with a laugh; and then silence fell again. Lobb fetched out of his bag a small wooden mallet and several fine and exceedingly thin chisels. He began at first tapping the cover all round the line of junction, then he endeavored to insert the chisels and pry up the lid. It was very slow business, and Clem- ent and Mr. Jackson went to his as- sistance. Marion suggested fetching a hammer from the coal shed, while the lawyer fancied a good file would answer the purpose better, but pa- tience and perseverance were reward- {ed in the long run. Inside, the box was just as bright as when it came from the makers. Not a single drop of moisture had penetrated it, and the | papers with which it was filled looked perfectly fresh and clean. Marion rushed forward with a little ry, and began lifting the documents one after another and glancing at them. She had no time to read them through, so anxious was she to get some general idea of the contents. Her face fell at length, and she gave a little exclamation of impa- tience. “I expected as much,” she | said; “there is nothing here that I can understand, or that seems of the least value.” “Perhaps I can assist you,” Mr. Bice said, stepping forward. “If you will allow me——” “Yes, please do,” she interrupted. !“Look at these certificates—births— deaths—marriage, and I don’t even | know the names.” | Mr. Bice adjusted his pince-n a | sat down. In a moment or two his pale eyes caught an interested, even startled expression, and now and then his hand shook as he lifted a fresh document. His thin, clean-shaven face, however, betrayed scarcely any sign of emotion. The others stood round silent and watchful. The small element of mys- tery seemed to hold them spellbound. Some of the documents to Mr. Bice’s practiced eye revealed at a glance what they were, and did not need just then any detailed examination. Deeds, indentures, scrip were glanced at and put aside; but affidavits and testamentary documents needed more careful scrutiny. Mr. Bice raised his head at length, then took off his glasses and carefully wiped them. “There is more in these documents than appears at first sight,” he said, quietly. “Yes?” Marion questioned, and she fixed her eyes eagerly on his face. “The property involved is clearly very considerable,” he went on, “but there is something much more inter- esting.” “Yes? Please go on.” “Perhaps you would prefer that I explained in private,” he said, a little hesitatingly. “No; I don’t think—unless—un- less—” and she blushed uncomforta- bly. “There is nothing you need be ashamed of,” he said, with a smile, “nothing at all—on the contrary.” “Oh, then, please put an end to the suspense. You are all my friends, I am sure.” Mr Bice adjusted his glasses again and cleared his throat. . “It would appear from these docu- ments,” he said, slowly, “and they seem to be all in perfect order, that your name is not West, but Grovely.” “Not West?” she exclaimed. “Your claim may be disputed, of course. But, as set forth in these in- struments, you are the only child of Lord Edward Grovely, second son of the late Marquess of Fowey.” Mrs. Mawgan gave a gasp that was almost a cry and dropped suddenly into the nearest chair. “Oh, I’m so glad,” Esther exclaimed, and rushed up to Marion and kissed her. Mr. Jackson muttered something under his breath that was not quite audible. Clement leaned heavily against the mantelpiece and breathed hard. Marion looked from one to another with a troubled and bewildered face. “You say I am not the daughter of Richard West?” she questioned, slowly. “Richard West,” said Mrs. Maw- gan, from her chair, in a half-stifled voice; “the man who robbed my poor dead husband?” No one appeared to heed her, how- ever. “According to these affidavits,” the lawyer went on, quietly, “Richard West was never married, but on the death of your mother, who, it seems, was his sister, he took you and your nurse to his home and brought you up as his own.” Marion stared at Mr. Bice for some moments in silence, but it is doubtful if she saw him. Her brows were, low- ered, her lips firmly set. She seemed to be trying to pierce the darkness that surounded her ealy childhood. She spoke at length with an absent look in her eyes, as if thinking aloud. “Richard West was not a good man, but on the whole he was very kind to me.” “He was a very bad. man,” inter- jected Mrs. Mawgan, with energy, “and I am thankful you are not his daughter. If I had known——” then she stopped abruptly and the sentence was never finished. Marion raised her head almost an- grily. Then her face softened. It was not to be wondered at after all that this lonely woman should feel hard and bitter. For a moment or two there was an awkward silence. Then Mr. Bice, who had been making a fresh examination of the papers, spoke again. “Your identity, as far as I can judge, seems to be very clearly established,” he said. “It is more than probable that most of the signatories to these documents are still alive, in which ease the task of establishing your claim will be much simplified.” “But why did my—my—uncle keep me in ignorance of my parentage?” Marion questioned, abruptly. “Ah, that is not for me to say,” the lawyer answered, with a dry smile. “To discover the motives that under- lie human actions is often an impos- sible task.” “Was my father rich?” “T think not—that is, as men count riches in these days. If my memory serves me right he was entitkd to certain property in this country, which, failing heirs, would revert to his brother. But I remember it be- ing reported at the time of his death that he had made money rapidly in the states, and, indeed, these papers show that a considerable amount of property is involved.” “You mean if I can prove my claim I shall not be poor?” “My dear young lady, it séems to me you cannot’ possibly be _ poor, whatever becomes of your father’s English property.” “But what am I to do? Suppose my father’s people are ignorant of my existence?” “Curiously enough,’ Mr. Bice re- , With the same dry smile, “it as been understood all along that your father had a daughter somewhere in the states. I have heard the mat- ter discussed many times. But—but —bless my soul——” And Mr. Bice rted from his chair and _ stared wildly around him. “Well, if that isn’t curious!” and he took off his pince-nez and puckered his forehead into a hundred wrinkles. “Why, it was only a few weeks ago, now I come to think, that I saw in some paper an announcement that news had reached England of the death of Lord Edward Grovely’s daughter. Great Scott! some cunning brain has been at work here.” “IT remember seeing that announce- ment myself,” Mr. Jackson interjected at this point. (To Be Continued.) AGAIN THAT PRAYER CHAIN. Bishop Lawrence Finds It a Mighty Hard Thing to Break. The prayer chain which somebody started and hitched onto poor inno- cent Bishop Lawrence bids fair to be as endless as its promoters, planned. The bishop has been driven to another denial of any connection with it. This time he writes to the Independent: “That prayer chain has been run- ning for two years anda half. I have disowned any connection with it through the press twice, have answered every inquiry in the nege- tive—and sometimes I have had half a dozen inquiries in a day—and have done everything in my power to stop it and disclaim any responsibility for it. “But as long as people are super- stitious or foolish enough to keep passing the absurd thing along it will continue, for it is of course impossible to trace it to its source and it multi-|- plies of its own weight. I have re- ceived inquiries from Australia to Russia. It is surprising to me how many excellent and intelligent people would rather multiply the nuisance than destroy the letter.” North Carolina Turkey Drove, A drove of turkeys literally driven a distance of fifty miles or more from Watauga county was an interesting sight on the streets here last Tues- day. The drove numbered 215 when it left the mountains, but fifty had peen sold before reaching Hickory, where the remainder were disposed of. —Charlotte Observer. Every one should like his kin, but every one does not. A Criticism. Dr. Harvey W. Wiley, the govern- ment’s famous food expert, was talk- ing at Mackinac Island about impure whiskies, “I once saw an old Kentuckian,” said Dr. Wiley, “take up a glass of whisky, sniff it, set it down and shake his head sadly. ° “‘One thing,’ he said, ‘was never seen coming through the rye, and that’s the kind of whisky they send us nowadays.’” Ship your hides and furs to An- dersch Bros., and get 10 to 50 per cent more money, No matter how small or large your shipment of hides or furs is, you can always obtain more spot cash by ship- ping them to Andersch Bros. of Min- neapolis, Minn. They are the oldest and most re- liable fur house in the Northwest, backed by twenty-five years of honest dealings. Any one interested in hunt- ing or trapping should have a copy of their famous hunter’s and trap- per’s guide. It contains 450 pages of the most valuable information to hunters and trappers. 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