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TIIE MORNING ASTORIA N. ASTOKI A, OREGON. TUESDAY, MARCH 7. IMS. CLASSIFIED KATES: First Insertion, One Cent'i Word. ; One Week, Each Line, 30c. 5 Two Weeks, Each Line, 45c. Obc Month, Each Line, 75c. Astorian Free Want Ads. Anyone Desiring a Situation can Insert an Advertisement in this Column of Three Lines Two Times Fres of Charge. HELP WANTED. HEN WE TEACH THE BARBER trade In the shortest possible Um t small expense and guarantee port tlens; write for satalogue. Moler Sys tran college, San Francisco. WANTED TO BUT A GILL NET from 225 to 275 fathoms; 9 to tH BMh. Address J. P. H, Astorian. SUTUATIONS WANTED. SITUATION WANTED AS COOK, ' and do general housework, by Jap anese. Inquire at Astorian office. WANTED BY HONEST YOUNG ' man, position as clerk In store; ex perienced: can furnish good refer ences. J O, Astorian. JUNK DEALERS. HIGHEST PRICES kinds ef old Junk. 27S Teatb. St. PAID FOR ALL Bought and sold. FOR SALE MISCELLANEOUS. NCUBATOR FOR SALE 400 EGGS capacity; also three 100 capacity krooders; first-class condition. Ad Cress A. Astorian Office. HORSE, BUGGY AND HARNESS for sale. Address M. Asterlaa. L03T. LOST A PAIR OF GOLD FILLED ; gtesses. Finder will please leave at Astorian office. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. JAY TUTTLE, M. D. EHTSICIAN AND SUKGEOJf y Acting Assisun I Snrgeoa C.S. Marine HoeplW 8rvioe. OflJce hours: 10 to 12 a-m. 1 to 4: JO p.m. 477 Commercial Street, Znd Floor. Dr. RHODA C. HICKS I OSTEOPATHIST Mansttl Bldg. 673 Commercial St PHONE BLACK 2065. C, W. BARRf D. D. 8. Hm Opened Denta! Parlors in Rooms 817-813, Tho Dtkum. PORTLAND, OREGON. Mm ha will be pleased to meet frisasie and Patrons. Dr. VAUGHAN, Dentist Pythian Building,; Astoria, Oregon. Dr. W. C. LOGA3 DENTIST 578 Commercial St , Shanahan B-iildicR) MISCELLANEOUS. JAPANESE GOODS New stock of fancy goods just arrived lat Yokohama Bazaar. Call and seethe latest novelties Inm Japan. C. J. TRENCH A RD Steal Estate, Insurance, Commission and Shipping. CU8TOM HOU8E BROKER.' KBee 133 Ninth 8trest, Next to Justics Office. ' A8TORIA, OREGON. BEST 15 CENT MEAL. You can always find the best 15-cent meal in the 'city at the Rising Sun Restaurant. 612lCommercial St. VOOTS WOOD! VVO(jD Cord wood, mill wood, box wood, any kind of wood at lowest prioss. Kolly, the transfer man. 'Phono 2211 Blaok, Barn on Twelfth, opposite opera house. Scow Bay Iron 8 Brass Works Manufacturers cf Iron, Steel, Brass and Bronze Castings. General Foundrymen and Patternmakers. Absolutely firstclass work. Prices lowest. Phone 2431. ADVERTISING. FOR RENT ROOMS. FOR RENT FOUR NICE SUNNY rooms. Inquire at Star theater. FOR RENT TWO FURNISHED rooms for housekeeping. 267 Fif teenth street, corner Exchange. MASSAGE. FINNISH MASSAGE AND SICK gymnastic cures rheumatism, nerv ousness, headache and stomach trou ble. Given In most approved methods by Ida and Onne Jurvo. 159 Flavel St, Unlontown. MISCELLANEOUS. NOTICE FOR BIDS BIDS WILL be received for the foundation and basement of the New St. Mary's Hos pltal; plans and specifications may be seen at the office of the architect at St. Mary's Hosptal; all bids to be In on or before the 25th of this month right reserved to reject any or all bids March 6, 1905. LOST ODD FELLOWS' GOLD PIN three links with round band. Finder will be rewarded by leaving at Asto rian office. FOR SALE SHETLAND PONEY, cart and harness. Apply to A. E. Al len, Clatsop, Ore. OLD PAPERS FOR SALS AT TM1B Office; JSc per hundred. FIRST-CLASS MEAL for 15c;nice"cake, coffee, pie, or doughnuts, 5c, at U. S. Restaur aut. . 434 Bond St BAY jVIEWj HOTEL, i E "GLASER, Prop. Home Cookin. ComfortiMf JBtd. Ron ablc R1U1 WKrjNictJTrtitmcnL ASTORIA HOTEL CoraerjSevcntunth and Duanc St. 75 cents a day and up. Meals 20 cents. Board! and lodging 1 4 per week. . Phone 2175fFted. Open Day andjNIght. The Astoria Restaurant MAN MING, Proprietor Fine.meals served at all hours. 'Oysters ! served in any style. Game in season. 399 Bond Street, Cor. 9th. lAntorla. Ore. L Ur.UGeeWo VONDERJUL Hoca TREATMENT aauar a) mOmt ( mm M earn m 0. Ha m Wia ttwv. nnfflil (Jll. MMbarba. foot, bam. f?,'f no la lkh eoaatrj. TbrvoH tat aaa if (boat harailaai laanilio tan faaiii Sn.ilur kaowl Km aectoa af MS tlait mm- aim, wan aa aamaarttUy aaa) la Umn. Ha (aaranlM la oan na, lan(, tiuna, rai iiamlaay toman, arm, nrjt, ata; aaa I iinianauua. itrma ainrtwaia, call aaa xa aim. ratttoia aat af laa OK rm fee btaata aaS cmulan. flna Maau. OCUUCIr TAT OS rBJSB. ADMUtMH The C G Wo Chinee Ea&dae Cm. ISi Aloar V. aWMaoltaa paaar. A Few Precious JtapanesefSwords FOR SALEJAT Yokahoma- Bazar. h id Comer Eighteenth and Franklin. Tim's Tactics By CECILIA A. LOIZEAUX Coprrlght, W4, by Cecilia A. Lotscani It nil began when Mr. Jones-Brown brought Tim homo one owning and laid tho dog tu the open arms of his pretty wife. She received him enthusi astically and bought him an elaborate collar, lie was a cute dog. Even Mrs. Itobinsou-Suilth, who lived next door ind hated dogs, admitted that that Is, he said he wasn't bud for a tuonnreI. And it must be admlttod right here kclmt the dog wasn't of any particular breed; he was just a dog. lie was soon In high favor In tha neighborhood, especially with the Kon-luson-Smiths, who were Intimate friends of the Joncs-nrowna. Both con pies were uewly uiarrled, and durlug the day while their husbands were lu the city the young wives sewed, talked and called together. ltut to come back to the dog. In time he passed the utage of puppy fireworks and was old enough to know better, Then Mrs. Jones Hrowu's alster came to visit her. And during the same week Mrs. Hobluson Smith had n card from her nephew that be was coming down to spoud a mouth with her. lie was nearly as old as his aunt, who ad milted that he was called a "catch" In town. The expected guests arrived almost simultaneously-Ethel Ilerrlot with a large trunk and Jack Marvin with ill vers battered suit cases. They were duly ensconced with their respective relatives, aud then the trouble began On the second evening Mr. and Mrs. Bubiuson-Smitli trailed their nopheu cross the lawn t call ou their nearest neighbor. The two young people wen Introduced. Ethel, as Mrs. Jones Brown afterward said, wasuunecc;;. lily enibarrasstvl for a girl who ha I been three seasons "out." In the horribly Irritating way of young married people the uelghboi quartet Immediately liecan to ti:lk of domestic affairs, leaving Jack and Eth el to take care of themselves. They d! I ni t notice that there was an awful lence, during which Ethel was threat ened witli mental livgteriu and was laved only by Tim, the thoughtful, who opportunely appeared aud Jumped lnt. her lap. She began to talk to him, and the day was saved temporarily. Still patting the dog, Ethel finally said to the man: Why did you follow me out here?" 'I didn't follow you," said Jack promptly. "If I had known that you were In this neck of woods you don't suppose I'd have disturbed It, do you?" Then he added, "Why did yon come to stay next door to my auntf How was I to know you bad an aunt out here?" Ethel asked Indig nantly. Wen," said Jack, "I guess we're both Innocent, so we need not quarrel over that" Then there was another silence. Tim lumped down from Ethel's lap and leaped Into Jack's. Jack grinned. "Nice doggie!" he" chuckled, petting him effusively. Ethel knew be bated small dogs. She tried to think of some thing crushing to say, but before tha words came Mr. und Mrs. Itoblnson Bmith rose and said good night, and their dutiful nephew rose with them. lie put out his hand, and Ethel was forced to let hers touch It for an In stant while he said: "80 glad I've met you, Miss Ilerrlot. It's awfully Jolly that we know so many of the same people." Ethel smiled, though her eyes were 01 azlng wruthf ully. "Isn't It?" she said. "Good night." Wheu Mrs. Joues-ltrown turned to speak to her sister she found the girl's eh air empty aud a moment after heard ber ascending the stairs. Late that night Ethel rose, 111 the lamp and took from her trunk a pack- of letters, which she sat down to read. Long before she had finished them she was crying softly, and when did go to bed again It was to He wide eyed and staring till nearly morn- Ing. She was awakened by Tim, who licking her hand. She patted bis was head. "Naughty Tim! Did the missus let you I In?" Rising on her elbow, she saw that the door was ajar and supposed that sister bad sent the dog to wake her her. Tim seemed fnll of spirits of puppy- hood this morning. Tie would worry the bedclothes with bis teeth, dash wildly across the room to catch some ODseen thing and then rush back upon her, frantic with delight Ethel lay staring at the celling. Her head ached, and she felt utterly miser able. She wondered bow she could get away from ber sister's house and that man next door. Tim, finding himself unwatched, worried awhile at some thing be found on the floor beneath the table, then took it In his mouth and ran off with It "If be only wasn't so glad," thought the girl, referring to the man, not the dog. "lie shows so plainly that he's glad It's off!" Before she got up she determined to show Jack that be wasn't the ouly one who didn't care. She would treat him as stranger, and she would flirt with him, too, and make him sorry. She de scended the stairs, explained that her pale face was due to a nervous bead- ache, for which she would try a long wulk, and departed in a smart blue skirt and white shirt waist and very pretty slipper. During this wnlk It was her Intention to map" ouf 1 nor campaign, nd ber thoughts wer busy as she strolled along. Finally she climbed a high bauk by the roadside, walked along tha grassy lodge for awhile aud then sat I own ou thetu-luk of au old stone quar ry. She was swluging her small French heels aud throwing stones Into the bluo water far beneath when nomelody be hind her whistled a well known strain, J She answered before she thought and 1 then started, almost losing her balance, and clutched at the bank to save her self. Her face waa hot, and she felt I some one aolze her from behind, for It : bad all hapiened too quickly for her to I be frightened. Jack dragged, her back ! and then lifted her to sitting posture, i She scrambled to her feet and faced him. i "What do you mean by sitting ou the very edge of a place like that?" Juck questioned angrily. "Suppose the bank crumbled?" ' , She looked at him, wistfully at first aud then her glance turned wrathful as , she saw nothing but anger In his face. : "I waa all right until you came and frightened me." "1 whittled to let you know 1 was coming and you answered," he retort ed. "I presume your coming to this espe clul place waa purely accidental, like your advent In this town?" she re marked sarcastically. "Not quite," he confessed. "I fol- lowed you because I wanted to talk to you. Sit down and cool off." She reflected that this was her first opportunity to make him aorry, and she am uvnu griieciuiiy, wiuie ue urraugeii himself at her feet and searched a plot of clover for a lucky omen. She took off her white duck but and let the wind rattle her thick, fair hair. He looked up at her meditatively. "You have more freckles this year thau you had last." he announced. "Yes." she agreed, "and more sense." "I Imagine your experience has taught you something," he remarked. She sat up. This was not teaching htm to be Borry. 'Kthel, be asked suddenly, "you ! burned all my letters, didn't you?" "Of course I did." But her heart beat furiously as she thought of Hie night before. "I supposed you had," be said. "I only wanted to make sure." He put his hand absently to the pocket of bis blue erge coat... "You see, love letters after there Isn't any more love are sueh assl nine things," be explained;-"Just twad dle." "Yours were rather twaddly." she ad mltV.t: "ut le.iKt the ones 1 had. But they're Inuintl," Again he felt 111 his mk ki t. She saw the gCNlure und misinterpreted It "Light it if ,vou like." she said. "Light It? Ah. yes," said he, drawing the pipe Jroin ipiiu another pis-kct. Tes J BLANK'fBOOK MAKERS PRINTERS LINOTYPERS lost Coihd NoIContract too Larjgc. No Job too Small Book and Magazine Binding: a Specialty She wntrriT-i tfhn-fln. w,TrWtniIgriU tle ut the tobacco pouch, which was one she had given lihu. lie leaned over to strike a match. "Your bald spot Is certainly much larger than It was Inst year," she re parked critically. , j , - ' ; "How observing you are!" he drawled. Then he turned suddenly, "Will you love me when I'm baldf ' he tang. "As much as I do now," she an wered meaulngly. . 1 "Not at much as you did last night?" he quorled. "Iist nluht!" she echoed, the blood rising to her face, "What are you tun ing about r He turned again and took a letter from his coat pocket holding It up where she could the address Iti his writing, "Miss Ethel Ilerrlot" Her heart bent wildly, The envelope was worn and old looking. Ho drew out the sheets of tlilu paper. There were blisters - fresh blisters -upon them. Ethel sat paralysed. Tho tears rolled down her cheeks, and sho did not try to wlie them away, Her lingers dug Into the grass ou either side. "l'oor old letter!" he said pityingly "How did you escape the flames?' 'J ben he hen 11I sob from Ethel. He turned. Ho saw the tears, and muutal ly he called himself a cad. He had never seen Ethel cry before. "Ethel," he said "I'm a brute, but 1 ' don't mean to bo. I came out here to tell 011 that I love you better tlmn ever and to own up that I was wrong and to nsk you to take me back to your favor. Kthel," he h id her lu his arms now, "Kthel, dear, you do love me, don't you?" "Take It out on Tim, dear, for It was his fault. He bMitk'ht the letter 1111(1 dMippi-d It at my feet. And then I knew that you had Is-eu doing Just what I've done uotirly every Ulght for a year, reading over tho old letters Kihel. aren't y u glad-a little that Tliu found the letter?" And Ethel's answer, though inntlled, seemed to satisfy him They went slowly home. A UoikI a llrr WorU. Old Mr. Makepeace was lu n reminis cent mood. "Did I ever tell ye what mother snld to me when I got up spunk enough to ask her In words-lf she'd have me?" ho began, to tho delight of his graudeon, Krd. "No, but something bright I'll war raut," chuckled Fred, with a glance at the old lady, who calmly regardi-d them from her mcklng chair by the fireplace. "I can't recall the preliminary re iiiirks." Mr. Makepeace continued, "and, anyway. I think they were a trllle mixed. But finally, after I'd said something about my prospects, to make It bustle? IlKlvJ beKnto think It ASTORIA, OREGON M f I TOPS LITHOGRAPHERS eie Pip Plant in Ftraujie slw didn't any anything." liud I llg." II ud I j I wrong ami, was a f raid I wne getting II all " 'I'll make ve a liood htisba ty,' i said, hoping that was the right thing. "'If I should marry you, John,' alio said, aud It M a the Hist time sho bad optined ber lips, '1 will attend to iuak Ing a good husband of you.' "And she hast" laughod old Mr." Makepeace, the corner of his eye oa hi wife, i DETECTIVE" STtfrilES. I"ba I.IUrarr Wmkiwi la lb Naval vf I'rlnia and Drtactloa. I know of ouo good reason, and only one, which really prevents detecdvi stories standing among the noblest forma of art. Most of the objections j raised against them by the vague mind I ed world of modem culture (probably I the most vague minded world that hni ever existed) nru quite narrow and childish. To say that the detective tal Is sensational Is simply to say that It Is full of feeling or Is aesthetic. Acs thetlc Is the Oreck for sensations I Seusatlonal Is the Latin for aesthetic. .To say that the thrill which It give la connected with bald and poslrJvi In. with bald and positive death and not with any of the fine spun drawing room emotions which It Is now thf fashion to consider "deep," Is to pay a high compliment ' ' ' . The Bible Is concerned with these great plain sins and Judgments, fit are the k-rent I reek dramas, so an the tragedies of the Kllxnhethaii, ac are the old ballads, and so are all men anywhere who live lives sufficiently real to have ever seen the great plain sins and Judgments. There Is one good argument, as I have said, and one only, aicslnst th IHillif mystery, and that Is that polht mysterlea tit to destroy mystery when they have created It A sad tale should be saddest when we finish it; a happy tale should be happiest wheu we finish It; a stirring lale should be most stirring st the end, a fantas tic tale most fantastic nt the end. But this kind of mysterlou tale Is not moat mysterious at the end. It Is then h-ast mysterious, r, rather, not mysterious at all. Instead of niak Ing a commonplace thing mystical (the aim of all good art) the dwtec tlve reverses the process and raakea mystical thing commonplace. And from this comes that one fatal weak ness lu the seusNtloua! novel of orlros and detection, the one thing that does separate It, I am afraid, from great fiction, tho fact that there Is no tin pulse to read It again. A detective tale we have read hi an empty bottle of wine, sn esplodcd shell, a thing de stroyed. The mystery of the sanity of Hamlet l alive and kicking stlll-a K. Chesterton In Iondon News. recron