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THE OMAHA DAILXY BEB: SUNDAY, JOLY 24, 1902 horoughbre(s. By W. A, Author of “The Outcast,’ FRASER. ‘Mooswa,” and Other Stories. (Copyright 1802 by McClure, Phillips & Co.) He passed through the narrow gate lead ing from the paddock to the grandstand The gatekesper nodded pleasantly to him and said: “Hope youw'll do the trick witb the little mare, sir. I'm twenty years at this business, and I haven't got over my likin' for an honest horse and an honest owner yet." There was a covert insinuation of sus picion, albeit a kindly one, in the man's volce. The very air was full of the taint of crookedn else why should the official speak of honesty at all? Everyone knew that Johm Porter raced to win. He crossed the lawn and leaned against the course fence to take a deciding look at the mare and the cheatnut as they circled past the stand in the little view-promenade which preceded the ra His tfained eye told him that Lausanne was a grand-looking horse; big, well-sloped shoulders, reached back toward the huge quarters until the small racing eaddle a most covered the short back. What great promise of welght-carrying was there! He laughed a little at the irrelevance of this thought, for it was not a queation of welght-carrying st all; 2-year-olds at a hundred pounds in a sprint of only five fur- Jongs. Speed was the great factor to be considered; and surely Lucretia outclassed the other in that way. The long, well ribbed up body, with just a trace of gaunts pess In the flank; the slim neck; the deep chest; the broad, flat canon bones and the well-let down hocks, giving a length of thigh like a greyhound, and the thighs them- selves, as John Porter looked at them under the tucked-up belly of the gentle mare, big and strong and full of driving force, that should make the others break a record to beat her. From the inquisition of the owner's study Lucretia stood forth triumphant; neither the chestnut nor anything else in the race could beat her. And Jockey McKay—Porter ralsed his eyes involuntarily, seeking for some occult refutation of the implied dis- honesty of the boy he had trusted. He found himself gazing straight into the small shifty eyes of Lucretia's midget rider, and such a hungry, wolfish look of mingled cun- ning and cupldity was there that Porter almost shuddered. The Insinuations of Mike Gaynor and the other things that pointed at a job being on hadn't half the force of the dishonesty that was so apparent In the tell-tale look of the morally Irresponsible boy In whose hands he was so completely helpless. All the careful preparation of the mare, the economical saving, even to the self- denial of almost necessary things to the end that he might have funds to back her heavily when she ran; and the high trials sbe had given him when asked the question, and which bad gladdened his heart and brought an explanation of satisfaotion from his phlegmatic trainer; the girlish interest of his daughter in the expected triumph; all these contingencies were as less than nothipg should the boy, with the look of a demon in his eyes, not ride straight and bonest. Even then it was not too iate to ask the stewards to set McKay down. But what proof had be to offer that thes thing wrong? The boy's good nam be blasted should he, John Porter, say at the last minute that he did not trust hi and perhaps the lad was innocent. Ra people were so ready to cry out tha Jockey was fixed—that there was something wrong, when thelr own judgment was at tault and they lost. Buddenly Porter gave a cry of ment: "My God!" he muttered, hes got spurs on. That'll set the mare clean orazy.”” He turned to Dixon, who was at his el- bow. “Why did you let McKay put om the steels?” “I told him not to." ““He's got them on." ““They've got to come off,” and the trainer dashed up the steps to the stewards. In | two minutes he returned, a heavy frown on his face. 117" queried Portel “I've made & mess of it,” answered Dixon, sullenly, “It seems there's hints of & job on, sp’' the stewards have got the wrong end of the stick.” “They refused to let the mare go back to the paddock?’ queried. Porter. “Yes; an' one of them said that if the tralners would stick closer to thelr horses out of the bettin' ring that the run for their money." “I'm sorry, Andy," sald Porter, consol- ingly. t's pretty tough on me, but it's worse on you, sir. That boy hadn't spure when he welghed, an’ there's the rankest kind of & Job on, I'll take me oath.” “We've got to stand it, Andy."” “That we have our medicine like little men. Bven If we make a break an' take McKay off, there fsn't abother good boy left. If he jabs the little mare with them steels she'll go clean era=: “It's my fault, Andy. I guess I've saved and petted her a bit too much. But she er needed spurs—she'd break her heart trying without them. “By '—!" muttered Dixon, as he went | ‘back to m. paddock, “if the boy stops the get another mount if 1 this sort of thing that kills the whole business of racing. Here's & stable that's straight from owner exercise boy and now likely to throw down the public and stand a chance of getting ruled off ourselves because of & gambling | Mttle thief that can spend the income of & “PURITY"” that word, so frequent- Iy misapplied, loses Bone of its force here. ~MILWAUKEB— 18 ABSOLUTELY PURE. Cholcest barley malt M teer is pure sent for the asking. BLATI MALT-VIVINE (Non-Intoxicant) Tonle. Druggists or direct. VAL BLATZ BREWING CO,, Milwaukes BHAN ICH, 18 De - Tel. 1081, we've just got to take | to | X prince. But after all it fsn't his fault. I know who ought_to be warned off if the race Is fixed, but they wom't be able to touch a hair of him; he's too dam slick. But his time'll many men he'll break though.” As John Porter passed Dauby's box the atand, the lacter leaued touched him on the arm in the meantime, “I ean't,” replied the other man, daughter Is up there somewhere.” yed the mare,” declared Danby, showing Porter a memo written In & small betting book. The latter started and & frown crossed his brown face “I'm sorry—I'm afrald it's no cinch.” “Five to two never fs," laughed Hhis triend. “But she's a right smart flly; she looks much the best of the lot. Dixon's got her as fit as a fiddle string. When you're done with that man, you might turn him over to me, John. “The mare's good enough,” sald Porter, “and I've played her myselft—a stiffish bit, too, but all the same, “my \ come—God knows how | it you asked me | Langdon, the trainer of Lausanne, Porter mused—had given her advice based on a| knowledge quite irrespective of the gallop- ing powers of the two horses. “Did you hear that, father?” Allls whis- pered; . He nodded his head. “What does it ali mean?" “It means, girl,” he sald slowly, “that all the trouble and pains I have_taken over Lucretia since she was foaled two years ago, and Ber dam, the old mare, on & bottle, and watching over her temper, that it should not be ruined by brutal sav- ages of stable boys, whose one idea of & horse is that he must be clubbed. into sub- mission—that all the care taken in her training, and the money spent for her keep and entries, goes for nothing in this race. it Jockey McKay fs the rascal I fear he js." “You think eomeone has got at him, | Daa? Her father nodded again. “I wish I'd been a boy, so that I could have ridden Lucretia for you today,” Allis exclaimed, with sudden emphasis, “I almost wish you had, you'd have ridden straight, anyway—there | never was a crooked one of our blood." “I dor’t see why a jockey, or anybody else, should be dishonest. I'm sure it must take too much valuable time to cover up crooked ways." “Yes, you'd bave made a great jock, little woman,” the father went on, musingly, as start. “Men think if & boy is a feather- welght and tough as a Bowery ioafer he' sure to be a success iu the saddie. That's what bests me—a boy of that sort wouldn't be trusted a carry & letter with $10 in it, and on fhe back of a good horse he’s pilot- | want to get through Mald of | Rome, dled—even to raising the little filly | little woman; | he watched the horses lining up for the | evil ey Where 18 Lucretia, fa! | asked again, stretching her slight figure up in & vain endeavor to see over the shoulders of those in front. “§he had an opening there,” Porter re- plied, speaking his thoughts more than answering the girl,”" but the boy pulled her into ‘the buneh on the rail. He doesn't Oh!" he exclaimed, as though some one had struck him in the tace. “What's wrong. Has she—" “It's the Minst His boy threw him falr across Lucretia and knocked her to her knees." He lowered his glasses list- lessly. “It's Lauzanne all the way if he lasts out. He's dying fast, though, and Westley’s gone to the wh He wae looking through his glasses again. Though beaten, his racing blood was up. “It Lauzanne wins it will be Westley's riding; that Hanover colt, The Dutchman, is at his quarter. He'll beat him out, for the Hanovers are all game.” “Come on, you, Lauzanne!” Even the exotic stpehanotis failed to obliterate the barsh, mercenary intensity of the feminine cry at the back of Allis. “He's beat!" a deep discordant | eroazed. I knew he was a quitter.” | woman's companion was pessimistic. Like trees of a forest, swayed by strong compelling winds, the people rocked ln excitement, tiptoed and cramed e necks, as they watched the mlgnlllcenl struggle that was drawing to a climax in the stretch. Inch by inch the brave son of Hanover was creeping on Lauzanne. How loosely the big chestnut galloped— rolling like a drunken man in the hour of his distress. Close pressed to his neck, flat over his wither lay the intense form volco The “LUCRETIA 18 GAME, FATHER, SHE MAY WIN YET; THE RACE IS NOT LOST TILL THEY'VE PASSED THE POST." now, I'd tell you to keep your money in your pocket. I must go,” he added, his eye ocatching the flutter of @ race card which was waving to him three eeats up. “Here's a seat, dad,” cried the girl, cheerily, lifting her coat from a chair she had kept for her father. For an instant John Porter forgot all about Lucretia and her troubles. The win- some little woman had the faculty of al ways making him forget his trial to the fullest extent that power so often found o plain faces. Strictly speaking, she wasn't beautiful—any man woul have passed that opinion if suddenly asked the question upon first seeing her. Doubt of the excellence of this judgment might have crept into his mind after he had felt the converting influence of the blue-gray eye that were so much’ like her father's; in them was the most beautiful thing in the world, an undoubted evidence of truth and honesty and sympathy. She was small and slender, but no one had ever likened her to a flower. There was apparent sinewy | strength and vigor in the small form. Her | life, claimed by the open air, had this as a reward—the saddle is no cradle for weak- lings. Bred in an atmosphere of racing | and surrounded as she had always been by thoroughbreds, Allls had grown up full of an admiration for their honesty and cour- age and sweet temper. 4 1In John Porter's home horse racing had |no debasing effects. If a man couldn’t race squarely—run to win every time—he had better quit the game, Porter had always asserted. He raced honestly and bet openly, without cant and without hypoc- ricy; just as a financier might have traded In stocks in Wall street, or a farmer might plant his crops and trust to the future and falr weather to yiéld him a harvest in re- turn, So much of the racing life was on honor— |80 much of the working out of it was in the open, where purple-clovered fields gave |atmosphere was impregnate with moral truth and courage and frankness, in its in- fluence on the girl's development. Every twist of her sinewy figure bore mute testimony to this her wondrous eyes was an eloquent sub- stantiating argument in favor of the I she affected. | John Porter looked down at the small, rather dark, uptyrned face and a-halt smile of content came to his lips. “Did you see Lucretia?” he asked. “Isn't she & beauty? Hasn't Dixon g~ her in the pink of condition “I saw nothing else, father.” She beck- | oned to him with her eyes, tipped her head forward and whispered, “Thoge people be- hind us have backed Lauzanne. I think | they're racing folks.'” The father smiled as” an uncultured woman's volce from one row back jarred | oticed the smile and | provocation, and sald, speaking hastily, “I flon t mean like you, father—" “Like us," he corrected. ‘ell, perhaps: they're more like bet- ting or training people, though.” She put ber hand on his arm warningly, as & high- pltched falsetto| penetrated the drone of their half-whispered words, saying, “I tell all about this Porter & baritone volce an- . “She looks a rattlia’ filly." “You'll dine off zwelback and by your lonely, Ned, it you play borses om their looks—" | “Or women, either," tl- baritone cut in. man persisted; doln’ with Porter, I've heard. “Perbaps not,” the unpleasant feminine volce sueered mockingly, with an ill-con- ditioned drawl op the “perbaps;” dpesn’t ride his own mare, does he John Porter started. Again that dls- tasteful expression, fraught with distrust and fosinuation. There was & strong evil | odor of stephanotis wafted to his nostrils the speaker shook ber fan with impa- { t decision. The perfus flected him disagreeably; it was like the exbalation of | some naoisome drug; quite in keeping with ! the covert insinuation of ber words that | Dick, as she called him—4t must be Dick rest and health and strength, that the home | every glance from | ing thousands. Unless & jockey has the in- stincts of a gentleman, naturally, he's al- most certaln to turn out a blackguard sooner or later and throw down his owner. He'll have more temptations in a week to violate his trust than a bank clerk would have in a lifetime.” Is that why you put Alan in the bank, tather? Porter went on as though he had not heard the daughter's query. “To make a first-class jockey, a boy must have i of steel, the courage of a bulldog, the self- controlling honesty of a monk. You've got all these right enough, Allis, only you're a girl, don't you see—just a little woman,” and he patted her hand affectionately. “They're off!” exclaimed the baritone. objected the falsetto. “The spurs—the young flend!" fiercely ejaculated John Porter. “What 1s it, father?" “The boy on Lucretia is jabbing her with the spurs, and she's cutting up.” “That's the fourth false start,” said Ned, the baritone. “I don't think much of your Lauzanne; he's like a crazy horse.” Allls heard the woman's shrill volc smothered to & hissing Wwhisper, answi something. Two distinct words, *‘the hop carried to her ears, There was a long- drawn-out baritone “Oh-h!" then, in the same key, “1 knew Lauzanne was a slug- gard, and couldn’t make out why he was so y today.” Dick's got it down fine,” just audibly trom the woman; ‘Lauzaone’ll try right enough this time out.” “The mare's dctin’ as it she'd had a cup of tea, t0o,” muttered her companion, Ned. This elicited a dry chuckle from the woman. Allis had pinched her father’s arm agaln and looked up in his face inquiringly, as from the seat behind them the jumbled con- versation came to their ears. Porter nod- ded his head understandingly and frowned. The stephanotis was choking his nostrils and an occasfonal word was flling his heart | with confirmation of his suspicions. “I don't like it," be muttered to Allls, | “They're had four breaks and the mare's been left each time. The chestnut's the | worst actor I ever saw at the post. But I'm thinking he'll leave the race right there, the way he's cutting up.” “My God!" he exclaimed In the next | breath. He had startied the girl with the | fierce emphasis he threw Into the words; | she sprang to her feet in excitement. A bell clanged noletly, there was a shuffie of thousands of eager feet; a hoarse cry, “They're off!" ‘went rolling from tier to tier, from seat to seat, to the topmost row of the huge stand. “Lauzanne i off with a flying lead of three lengths end the mare is left abso- lutely—absolutely last. The boy whipped Ber about just as the flag fell.” There was | the dreary monotone of crushed hope in Porter's volce as he spoke. “Yes, we're out of it, little woman,” he continued; and there was almost a tone of rellef, of resignation. Suspense was gon realization of the disaster seemed to have steadled his nerve again. Allis attempted 6 speak, but ber low volee was hushed to & whisper by the exultant cries that were all about them. “Didn’t 1 tell you—Lauzanne wins in a walk!" the falsetto voice was an exyltant squeak of hilarious excitement. “You called the turn." Even Ned's bari- tone bad risen to a false-keyed temor; he was standing on his toes, peering over the Beads of taller men in front. Allls brushed from her eyes the tears of sympathy that bad welled into them and, spoke bravely, clinging Ludcretia is game, tather —the race is not lost till y're past the post.” Then ber voice died away and she kept pleading over and over in her heart, “Come on, Lucretia—come on, brave little mare!" Is she galning faf “She’ll mever make it up," Porter re- plied, as he watched the jumble of red and yellow and black, patterned into a trailing banner waved and i brated and the glittering sunlight, a furlong down the course—and the tall of it was his own blue, white- starred jacket. In front, still a good two leagths o front, gleamed scarlet, like an of his rider—a camel's hump—a part of the racing mechanism, unimpeding the masterly rigidity of but the arms, even the shoulders of the great jockey, thrust his mount forward, always forward—for- ward at each stride; falrly lifting him, till the very lurches of Lauzanne carried him toward the goal. And at his girth raced the compact bay son of Hanover, gallop- ing, galloping with a stout heart and eager reaching head, stretching every sinew and muscle and nerve; In his eye the light that would not be denfed. Ah, gallant little bay. On his back was the offspring of unthinking parents—a pin- head. Perhaps the Evil One had ordained him to the completion of Langdon's vil- lainy with Lauzanne. At the pinch his judgment had flown—he was become an in- strument of torture; with whip and spur he was throwing away the race. Each time he raised his arm and lashed, his poor, folish body swayed In the saddle, and The Dutchman was checked. “Ob, it he would but sit still!” Porter cried, as he watched the equine battle. The stand mob clamored as though Nero sat there and lions had been loosed in the arena, The strange medley of cries smote on the ears of Allis. How like wi ts they were, how llke wolves! She closed her eyes, for she was weary of the strug- gle, and listened. Yes, they were wolves, leaping at the throat of her father and joying in the defeat of Lauzanme. Deep- throated howls from full-chested wolves: “Come on, you, Lauzanse! On Westley, on! The Bay wins! The Dutchman—The Dutchman for a thousand!" “I'Il take—"" But the new volce was stilled into noth- ingness by the shrill, reawakened falsetto. “Go on, Westley! Lauzanne wins—wins— wins!" it seemed to repeat. It lingered in the girl's ears like a dwindling moan through pine boughs, and with it came wafted the sickening stephanotis breath. Allis sank back into her seat. She knew it was all over. The shuffle of many feet hastening madly, the crash of eager heels down the wooden steps, a surging, pushing, s the wolf-pack blocked each passage in its thirstful rush for the gold it had won, ftold her that the race was over. (To Be Continued.) RELIGIOUS. . Joseph Lawrence Hunter of this state ' has been appointed by President Roosevelt to fill an original vacancy in the chaplains' corps of the army. Orville J. Nave, chaplain at Fort Thomas, 1s having his book, “The Topical Bible," translated into Chinese by the Peking uni- versity for missionary purposes. The charitable bequests of the will of the late Dean Hoffman amount to $260,000. 1f, however, any gift has been made by him to the (natitutions mentioned in the will dur- ing his lifetime, the amount of the said be deducted from the amount of Al a conference of Cathol cathed: the clergy of the dloc«- of Buffalo at St. Joseph's a few days a o. Bishop Qullle‘ the advisability of the chu forming & &Teat organization for the cor bating ot Soclalism and anarchy was d cussed and unanimously approved. Ralph Voorhees, Jhe blind philanthropist of Clinton, N. J.' has notified Coe coll a Presbyterian Innl(ullon at Cedar Rapl Mich,, that he has $25,000 for it. He slso Just closed a deal for 300 acres of h Carolina, on which he will estab- llm an_industrial ‘school for boys. v. Dr. Max Werthetmer, who cry tlon a few years ago by aban el udslsm to join tne Christian el as married Ruby M. Mr. and Mrs. George A 0. Werthelmer is 3 years of age, While The beide la put 19, DI Werihelmar was the bpastor of the local synagogue when he decided to renounce Jewish faith Rev. J, J. Enmegahbowh, the Chippewa Indian ordained to the priesthood by. the late Bishop Whipple, hi recently died. His life for many years had been inter- twined with that of Bisho) journeys shine and storm he often shary the last few years he had been t §meritus of the Church of 8t Columba. at White Earth, to bulld which $1,00 was wiven by Jonty Lind Among the many gifts made by Dea Hoffman o the General "Theologica semis y_in his lifetime was what is sald to be The Anest collection of Latin Bibies in ¢ world, surpassing the number of editior fucluded in the collections in the British museum and the Bibliotheque Nationale. The %S08, OF the Guttenbers Bible ls s he finest in existen \ml;;t’ Dean Hoffman paid us.m ‘ror This ell, Jewall ol PRIVATE DISEASES OF MEN. Every man should contribute as much to his own comfort and happiness as possi- ble, and he is as much responsible for vicious neglect as for vicious habits It is a familiar phrase that the sine of the father hear people upbraiding and vicious results. upon hig children. We frequently that bring shall be visited pointing the finger of scorn at a habitual drunkard who bave beams in their own eyes. They are as much at fault in bringing children into the world practically invalids from birth as the physical wreck from whisky. A drunken man once told a dude of a fellow who was laughing at him that he need not laugh. He said: “I am drunk, but can get over that, while you are a natural born fool and never can et over that.” You cannot beget health with disease, nor can you show me a naturally weak, hysterical mother and a nervous, delicate father whose children will get ribbons at a baby show. That heredity shows in children i ls a question now upon which there is no dispute. of the bad effects to their children, though you may as well tell me a stalk of corn m"wing in the burrs and thistles would not be improved by cultivation and irrigation, as to say that a weakly man would not produce healthier, better children if he were made strong and vigorous in body and mind, quotation from Tom Moore says: through life let us live by the way.” Weak parents will surely transmit some A “As we journey Man owes it to himself and posterity to he strong in body and mind, and we make them so. sults of INDISCRETION IN YOUTH and CESBES in later years. and forever any BLOOD TAINT and cure VARICO- CELE in one week to stay cured. the knife, silk ligatures or surgical means. CURE PILES IN ONE TREATMENT, 8O THAT THERE IS NOT A TRACE LEI'T, and you are W. A. COOK, M. D. The original Dr. Cook that others try to imitate. My treatment can only be had at my ofiice. (Established 1884.) We overcome the re- of EX- We remove completely We do not use wE not subjected to the knife, surgical means, or your business interfered with through de- lay. Outgide of our specialty we will not go—but in the treatment of RUPTURE, PILES, FISTULA, VARICOCELE, LOST MANHOOD, and BLOOD POISON , we give you a written legnl guarantee for a perfect and permanent cure, or refund every cent paid. Consultation by letter or in person free and solicited. COOK MEDICAL CO,, 110-112 South 14th Street, Omaha. (Over Dally News Office.) (Issued Under Authority of the Railroads of Nebraska. ) Statement Sfiowing the Great Wealth of HAMILTON COUNTY, NEB. And the Small Amount of Proi)erty Which They Return for Taxar tion, with the Variations in Value Between What They Report and the Census Returns, Btatement showing variations in values of principal articles in Hamllton county between 1898 and 1900: REPORTED FOR ASSESSMENT IN 1893. Value Per Unit 3.08 2.00 13.46 4.61 .99 270,209 Acres improved land ... 55,796 Acres unimproved land . 10,709 Horses . 24,663 Cattl 24,107 Hogs . Agrioultural implements . Raflroad and telegraph ... All other property .. 144,131 113,700 24,081 20,002 316,420 351,397 Total aseessment .. 912,716 REPORTED FOR ASSESSMENT IN 1000, Unit. 201,493 40,935 8,784 Value, $ 954,101 72,282 59,835 119,095 34,881 17,646 290,611 337,090 $1,885,541 In 1900 the census reports the value of farm property In Hamilton County as follow) Acres in farms Farm implements and machinery. Live stock Value of products not fed to live stock. 341,179 Percentage of land value returned for taxation per cen Percen Percenta of agricultural implements returned for taxation per census... 4 of live stock value réturned for taxation per census. Value Farms. 8,137,780 Farm Bldgs. $1,765,630 $9,908,310 438,020 1,948,884 2,202,101 10 3-10 per cent per cent 11 2-10 per cent Confirmatory of the foregoing figures, we give below a list of property which hag been sold within the past thirty days in that county for cash (without the crop), Section or Lot. - % 29 ‘This county is anexample of one of the prosperous counties’ of Nebrasks. It has a population of 9,370, of which 3,135 live within the Incorporated towns. Aurora being the largest of these towns, with a population of 1,921. In the year 1500, of the 3,479 males over 21 years of age who resided in this county, 2,205 of them lived on the farms, 1,960 of whom were owners or lessees of farms, and 335 were laborers. The owners or lesees pald the laborers $96,040. The census reports show that they raised products which were not fed to live stock to the value of $2,202,101 and that they had live stock amounting in value to $1,948,844. Dividing the live stock figures by four, which would make the yearly product $487,221, or-a total net result of $2,689,322, the results of the products of farming in tbat county for that year. Dividing this sum by 1,930 operators of farms, leaves $1,343 as the recelpts of each farmer in that county on an average The showing made by the banks In that county go to prove that this prosperity has a substantial basis from the fact that in the following towns the banks report deposits as follows: Aurora Marquette Phillips Hampton 125,000.00 Total seessesees $692,500.00 also showing what the same property is assessed for the pres Township. 11 1 n 1 10 t year: Range Ase'd Val. or Block. Consideration. uation, 1908, 5 X $165.00 5 362.00 5 . 362.00 13 00 6 416.00 A report such as this, sent broadcast through the country would bring thousands of farmers to the state of Nebraska, but it does not show that the farmers of Hamilton county pald an undue proportion of taxes, when taken in conjunction with the railroad property. 3 We also give a statement of valuation of sundry school districts in Hamilton county, showing the amount of taxes pald by the B. & M. rallroad, in comparison with other property. Number, Total Assessed. D. & M. R. Per Cent R. R, District. Valuation. Valuation. Pays Total Taxes. 4 $18,687 § 8,686 41 L] 19,639 8,772 “ " 38,584 35 59 3 15997 4 b0 85 b6 36 b0 40 8 66 “ 7 52 T2 62 86 62 02 4 It will be noticed that the money paid by the rallroads ju this county Is & material factor in the support of their schools. ‘On Every Tongue’ Ofcially declared t ha best whiskey in the world. 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