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About Lincoln County leader. (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987 | View Entire Issue (May 11, 1900)
fir aro everywhere. Every woman knows soma woman Mend who ias been helped by Lydla Em Plnkham's Vegetabla Compound, What does this Mend say about It 7 Road tho letters from women being published In this paper. If you arm ailing, don't try experi ments. Rely on the relia ble. Mrs. Plnkham's great medicine has stood with out a peer for thirty years. Puzzled women write to Mrs. Plnkham for advice which sho gives without chzrgs. Tim auvico is confidential and accurate. It has helped a million wo men. Mrs. Plnkham's address Is Lynn, Mass. Ciirlatlan Experience, Christian experience cannot be order ed as one orders goons from a store, or writes a check on a bank. It comes as a fruit. "When we obey we know; when we believe and follow the Lord Jesus lie gives the grace. It may be very quietly, but in reality, and with great comfort. United Presbyterian. Specific CriiiiliiHllty. "According to Marambat," says the ' New Voice, "8,000, convicts examined by him, 78 per cent were drunkards; 79 percent of these were vagabonds and beggars; 60 per cent of the assassins and 67 per cent of the incendiaries were drunkards. Marro found that the drunkards stood in the first rank of highway robbers, 82 per cent; Vetault found among 40 alcoholic criminals fthat there were 15 homicides, 8 thieves, 5 swindlers, 6 assaulters (on women), four aspaulters (wounding), and two vagrants." Watch ami Pray. Jemmy I pledge you my word that I'll pay you back on Saturday. Moses Pledge me your watch and I'll believe you. Ally Sloper. Raber Becker always drinks im ported wine, don't he? Hallan Yes, poor fellow. He's trying to drown his domestic troubles. Brooklyn Life. An Excellent Combination. The pleasant method and beueficial effects of the well known remedy, Syrup of Figs, manufactured by the California Fio Syrup Co., illustrate the value of obtaining1 the liquid laxa tive principles of plants known to be medicinally laxative and presenting thein in the form most refreshing to the taste and acceptable to the system. It is the one perfect strengthening laxa tive, cleansing the system effectually, dispelling colds, headaches and fevers jrently yet promptly and enabling one to overcome habitual constipation per manently. Its perfect freedom from every objectionable quality and sub stance, and its acting on the kidneys, liver and bowels, without weakening or irritating them, make it the ideal laxative. In the process of manufacturing Aprs are used, as they are pleasant to the taste, but the medicinal qualities of the remedy are obtained from senna and other aromatic plants, by a method known to the California Fig Syrup Co. only. In order to get its beneficial effects and to avoid imitations, please remember the full name of the Company printed on the front of every package. CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP CO. SAK FRANCISCO, CAL. LOUISVILLE. XT. NEW YORK. W. T. For tale by all DrugglaU. Price 50c. per bottle. t(tfGON0tOO0pl)ftIfltt health restorer. CUIUS WHIHt All fist tins. j., ftj nen louyn Syrup. Tan tat uooa. uae LcJ In time. Sold br dniBul.tn. NOT A WRITING MAN. I ? rp HE boy stood and looked and II looked at the girl. It was by no means the first time he had met her, and he would have been extremely glad to know that It was the last. That Is to say, he would have wished, of all things in the world, never to part Irom her again. But this, he acknowledged to himself, was past hoping for. All her people were so clever, everybody she knew had written something or other, she was only used to the very most Intellectual persons. Why, even this party that he was now at was given In the great room at the end of her fa therms garden where he wrote his won derful books. And he he was such a countrified fellow. He only had money and a ridiculously, quite Intellectually useless strength, of body. lie could only shoot and hunt and play games and manage dogs and horses. Boorish pursuits, he thought, despairingly. Once he brightened for a moment as he looked round the crowd of nervous, narrow-shouldered men. "I'd bet anything not one of 'em could bring down a pheasant at 100 yards," he said, and almost chuckled to him self. Nobody took any notice of him. He felt that he had hardly any right to be there. If he had ever taken a composi tion prize at school, or even so much as written a letter to the papers, he felt that he need not have stood there so ashamed. Once she In her capacity as young hostess had come and spoken to him. Very shyly. And no wonder, he thought, bitterly. What single thing In common with her could such a stupid fellow as he have? And so she had left him alone, after taking him to one or two girls whom he supposed to embody genius In Its most terrible form, the feminine specimen, and who therefore found, and left, him dumb. So he wandered off Into a far corner, for It was a large room, and when he had put himself behind a small grove ot portfolios he could watch her with out being seen in anybody's way. For a long time he gazed at her, very fair, and In white, with what he called a lump of black velvet against her shin lug white shoulder. Then at last she was lost to him In a throng far away at the other end of the room. He turned his back on everybody and looked with a curious, ingenious wonder at some Inca drawings which were In the cor ner on the wrall. He did not observe that the noise of voices grew less and less, and then ceased altogether. He was lost in a dream of her, till suddenly he was awakened by the electric lights going out altogether and the sound of the key turning In the lock of the door. He listened acutely then, and heard the gay voices growing fainter apd fainter outside, as the guests went along the Chinese-lanterned path Into the house to supper. He started out of his comer to rush for the door and try to make somebody hear him. But he entangled himself among the portfolio stands with a loud noise, and when he extricated himself and felt cautiously round In the darkness for landmarks- he found that he had lost his bearings. The sounds outside died quite away. He stood still and wondered what he should do. And where was she? What more worthy man was handing her to supper? Ills teeth came together at the thought. It bad been his one final daring hope and then. to retire to vege tate and slowly die in the empty coun try. And even this had been denied him. He felt a chair near and sat heav ily down. Then his sharpened senses seemed to take In a breath and a soft rustle a very long way off, and there came a low, sweet voice, "Are you there, Mr. Ten win?" , Rapture. "Are you?" was all he could say, and be bounded from his chair. She laughed gently. "Yes, I I got left behind as as you did, you know!" "I can't Imagine how I did It," he Bald, "You were dreaming something beau tiful In your corner " "I was," he cried out eagerly, and be gan to make his stumbling way toward her voice. "something that I shall perhaps read some day In a great book?" she breathed softly. He stopped groping with a gasp. Heavens! this was worse than any thing. She took him, him, for a writer! He blushed as he stood there in the darkness. And, of course, how could she suppose that any guest of her fa ther's had not written, or was not about to write, some world-stlrrlng master piece? It thrilled him for a moment to think she had thought him capable even for an instant of writing some thing, anything. But the despair was all the flatter afterward. Well, It cer tainly was all over now, the only thing was to get away from her as quickly and with as little betrayal of his stu pidity as possible. So he blundered out: "Tell me what I can do to let you out." "Us," she said, very gently, he thought. "TJs." he echoed, and his heart seemed to him to stop beating ns he said. That she should put herself Into one word with him and say "us!" "There aren't any windows," she said. In a voice that struck him as oddly calm, coming through the tumult of his feei'mgs. ' Father lias It lighted from the top, so that he shan't see anything to distract his thoughts, or we could have got out that way." "Does he really?" said Penwin. In overflowing admiration of this irou type of genius. "Splendid man!" "Do you think so?" she said, slowly. "I think the blue sky or the great clouds and the trees and flowers would help to make one's thoughts beautiful and true." He became more ashamed than ever, feeling that her reverence for poetic things was high, Indeed. The only thing he could think of to say was: "Where are the switches? Can't I turn on the light?" "Outside." Then she laughed gayly. "I'm afraid we really are locked up till they remember us!" "We!" "Us!" It wrought upon him so that he could hardly hear It. Surely she did not understand what she was doing to him! "If you only knew," he began, recklessly, and then pulled him self up. "l AM QUITE I.09T, ARKN'T YOU?" "What?" "Oh you know everything!" "Indeed, no; there are some things I would like very, very much to know." He heard that she sighed softly. This was torment. Why was he not a learn ed man, so that she could have asked him and he could have told her? "I I think I noticed a candle on that table," he stammered, dismally. "The one with the prickly edge." "Yes, If one only knew where It was." she said. "I'm quite lost, aren't you?" "Quite." he said, forlornly. "1 don't know where anything Is." "I do." "Wrhat?" "You." he said, simply. "That's an Idea," she said, as If It were an agreeable one. "What? How?" he cried, In delight. Was It possible, then, that he had Ideas without recognizing them? "If we find each other we shall at any rate have found something." He was speechless. Then he said, al most trembling: "May I come to you?" "Ye-es." she said. And well might she hesitate In that heavenly, dainty way, he thought. To find him was but a poor hope for her, even If to Dud her was to him Just everything. He heard again the soft rustle. "Are you coming to me?" he asked, Incredulous of his joy. "Of course. I must meet you half way." "If you could oh. If you would " "I am doing it," she said, and laughed softly again. He heard several bumps and noises close to his own knees and shins and supposed that he was making them with his own person, but he could not take account of that when she was "coming half-way." Next moment hi? hand grasped a soft one, put out to feel Its way. Before he or she could stop he had touched her, herself, and his nostrils caught up the scent of her hair. She withdre-r from him with a soft, surprised "Oh!" He, too, could only echo the "Oh." and the hand loosed Itself from his long ing baud that dared not keep It. Neither spoke for awhile. He feared he should never be forgiven, and even furiously wished that he had written something. Then he would have had a right at least to want to touch her. "I think I am standing near the table where the candle was," she said faintly at last. He found his matchbox In humble silence. There was only one match In It and he struck It. It turned out to be the wrong table, but he succeeded In bringing the match alight to the candle, though he really did not see It. He only saw her. She was pale, he thought. She must be very angry. The candle had been, so It happened, pinched with a wet finger the night before. It sput tered and spat in a vixenish manner and went angrily out. The match, too. There was slleuce again. "Well, we saw how we were stand ing," she said. Her voice was very low. "Yes." So was his. "But I don't seem to remember " "Nor do I!" Another silence. "It's so annoying." he ventured. "It Is." she said, but quite softly. "So horrid for yoi!" "So tiresome for you," she vas say ing at the same time. "Oh. I don't mind." "And, you see. It's it's my father's room," she added, In an explanatory manner, so that he could not but feel that something had been explained. He would have been glad to have been told what. "I suppose we can talk?" she said nervously. "Yes." There was a long silence. He heard that she sat down, aud he moved close to her silently. "I suppose " he began, desperately. "Oh!" she cried. "Yes?" "I didn't think you were so near!" "Did I frighten you?" How he for bore to cull her "dearest" he did not know. "Oh. no." ' "Then?" "It startled me. But I think I like to have you near. It's so dark." "It Is very dark." He came nearer. It was delicious to think she could be afraid of the dark. He bad feared she was too clever. "Wuat were you going to say?" she asked. "I suppose," he said, despair coming on again, "I suppose there wasu't any body here to-night who hadn't written a book?" "Most of them several." He fancied she sighed again. It must be boredom this time, to think of the brilliant peo ple at supper while she was shut up with him. He fancied that It was with an effort she turned to him and said: "And wheu's your book coming out?" She did speak wearily. "I I don't know," he stammered. "You ore a slow writer, then?" "I can't even spell," he blurted out. "Oh, I don't know that that makes any difference." There was another silence. Then she appeared to make another effort. "Aud you really can't tell me when It would be of any use putting it on my list?" "Oh, how can I bear It?" His voice came out of a dream. She supposed his work had not been accepted, and reproached herself for conversational clumsiness. And then somehow went on to make It worse. "They generally don't mind," she ald. "Mind what?" he murmured. "Be(ng refused." He felt himself grow burning hot. "Have I been refused?" he stam mered. "You know." "I didn't dream I had dared I don't understand. How did you guess what I " "It's so usual," she said. He found he was fighting for breath. "But you mustn't mind." she said with sudden kindness. "You must be proud, and say like the others, that It's gross blindness and prejudice, nud that somebody else will recognize your merit." "The the others?" he stammered. "What others?" "All those who have been refused." "Hundreds." "Were were there many?" Penwin laid hold hard of the edge of her chair. "But you mustn't mind so much. In deed, you mustn't, dear Mr. Penwin. Everybody begins by being refused. Please don't mind so." "How con I help?" he demanded al most with a sob. She put out a ministering hand and It met his cheek, which was bowed down. There was a tear on It. He seized the hand and kissed It, and then, they neither of them knew how, he was on his knees by ber side. "Make up to me for It a little," he said. "It Is as hard as death." Her hand was still In both of his. lie felt a subtle change In It It quivered, and then seemed consciously to sur render Itself to him. He kissed It again. "After all," she said, by and by, In a new voice, "somehow I should not hav thought you were a writing man." "Why not?" "You don't look like It, you know." "I don't," he admitted, miserably. "And you never ask how much So and-So got for So-aud-So. and you never seem aunoyed nt anybody's book being a success, and you never say a good thing aud then seem to think you've wasted It, and you don't talk about form and local color, aud " "Y'ou see," he pleaded, "I'm quite a novice!" "And always when you came Into the room there seemed to come a breath from the mountains where nobody hunts for unusual words and where one can live with real and beautiful things Instead of writing and reading about them, aud I liked that." Ho was so sad and so happy that ho was dumb. "D'you know, I'd I'd rather you didn't write!" "Dulcle! He had never dared even to think of her by her name, but now It seemed the one word In the whole world that belonged to his lips. "Dulcle!" "Yes," she whispered. "Don't you like writing men?" "I'm sick to death of tlrem." "Could you like a man who couldn't put two words together?" he panted. "I'm afraid I do." "Could you could you love him?" "I'm afraid I do." For oue sharp moment bapplnest seemed a greater agony than despair, Then he IcaiivJ u!s face io uein. iiuu Ui agony was gone. Good Words. FIREMAN'S FRIGHTFUL FALL. Knocked from 1IU Engine, lie Plunged Into the liiic Muddy. Railroad men on the Missouri Fnclflc are talking yet about au accident which befell George Norrls, a fireman who works on the Kausas City and Omaha Hue, during the winter. Norrls was working with Pat Kelly, and oue night they were bringing south the fast train from Omaha which reaches Kansas City at 10:35. Kelly was riding with bis head out of the window watching for obstructions on the numerous curves where the railroad runs close to the Missouri River a few miles above Lea venworth. The train was making between thirty and thirty-five miles an hour following close to the river when Norrls started to shake the grates. The bar broke and he fell backward aud off the en gine. It happened that Just at that mo ment the train was running on a part of the tracks that rests on an embank ment of stone and earth that slopes down to the river. Norrls rolled down the bank and Into the water. The stream was not deep, but the wuti-r was cold, and, though he was bruised In a dozen places and bleeding, Norrls lost no time In climbing up the bnuk. But the truln went on at full speed. Kelly did not miss his fireman until he was a mile from where Norrls was "spilled.'1 He ran the train Into Lenv enworth, turned his euglne over to an other man and ran a switch engine back down the track to look for his fire man. He took some railroadmen with him, expecting to find Norrls dead. The trainmen say when Kelly snw his fire man walking down the track with water dripping down his face the re union was as Joyous as that of long parted brothers. Norrls went to the hospital, but is back on his engine now. Kausas City Star. Cloolc Stars. Probably the majority of people sup. pose that the observatories obtain the correct time from the sun. When the average man wishes to give his watch, the highest praise ho says, "It regu lates the sun," not being awnre that a watch which would keep with the sun. around the year would have to be near ly as bad as ('apt. Cuttle's. The fann er may safely decide when to go to dinner by the sun, but It he mariner was ns confident that the sun marked always the correct time as the farmer Is be would be sure to be at times 2X) or 31)0 tulles from where be thought he was. In other words, the sun that Is, a sun dial Is only correct on a few days In each year, and during the In tervening times gets as far ns a whole quarter hour fast or slow, according to Appleton's Popular Science Monthly. There are several hundred Kiars whose positions have been ostabllnhol with the greatest u ecu rncy by tho most careful observations nt a number of the principal observatories of the world. If n star's exact position Is known. It can readily be calculated when It will pass the meridian of any given place that Is. the Instant It will cross a uorth and south line through the place. The data regarding tbeso stars are all published In tho nautical almanacs, which are got out by several different observations for the use of navigators and nil others who nave uses for them. These stars are knowu as "clock stars." Let nny man get far enough away from the scene of his crime, and be will believe down in his heart that he Is In nocent. Occasionally you see a man In a dress suit who looks more like a wish bone than anything else. When a boy has freckles on his back. It Is a sign that he Is a good swimmer. '1 I- . ... . 1