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Second Cousin arah
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-JUINB JVDGt. SPIHSTCH." " LITTLE MATB MIRBr."
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CHAPTER XXI V. (Continued.)
The great conspiracy was at an end.
and Sarah Eastbell had baffled the con
spirators. All that had been planned by
Captain Peterson, and that Sarah'a ab
sence from Sedge Hill had rendered nu
gatory, all the new scheming to which
that absence had given rise, and which
was set in action with Sarah's return,
had collapsed at the eleventh hour. Sarah
was neither dead nor a captive, and Tom
was as far removed from prosperity as
be had ever been.
"I I never meant " he began, then
he burst forth with "Oh, I am so glad
that you've come back, Sally so glad
that you ain't dead!"
"Were you waiting for the news of my
death, then?" asked Sarah with indigna
tion. There Is your-world, Tom," she
said, pointing to the door, "beyond this
house, and any love of mine, from this
day. You could not trust me you set a
snare for me, and called iu rogues and
Villains to assist you begrudged me my
property and my life. Now go." ,
Lucy Jennings' hard voice cut short his
defense, and he backed from the woman
to the grounds beyond the house with
every word she hurled at him.
"Tom EaBtbell, some hours ago, In Lon
don,. I gave information to the police
where the Peterson gang were likely to
be found where you were, and in what
way you were connected with them. You
have not any time to lose."
He lost no time accordingly. Ho van
Ished away, a thief to the last for he
departed with Reuben Culwick's best hat
rammed over his eyebrows. Sarah turned
again to Reuben, her .watchful protactor,
who would keep her for ever in his sight
How, and as the door closed she linked her
hands upon his arm.
"Take me in, please I am tired out,
Eteuben. I have fought hard to get
ome!"
"Tell me how It happened how it was
that you disappeared from all of us so
suddenly," said Reuben impatiently.
He did not regard Lucy Jennings he
drew his chair to his cousin's side, took
her hand in his, and gazed eagerly into
her face. She might fade away again
from his life, if he did not make sure of
her.
"Yes, yes," said Sarah, in answer to his
Questions; "but grandmother tell me,
first, Is she not very anxious about me?"
"Your grandmother is not anxious,
Sarah," said Lucy in a low tone.
"Is she ill?"
I "No. She Is not ill now.?'
"Is she aht you are keeping some
thing backt Tell me, please," she said
In great excitement, "where is she. She
is not dead oh! 6he has not died without
a word from me?"
ri'J . v 1-
you strong to bear the loss of her," said
Lucy Jennings.
Sarah Bastbell elosed her eyes, and
sank back in the chair like a dead wom
an. Reuben, a man wholly uncharita
ble as men will be in stages of excite
ment which strike home to them, and rob
them of their self-possession turned up
on the poor preacher, who had done her
best at least.
"There, you have killed her! Are jou
satisfied now?" he shouted at Lucy Jen
nings. "I am not satisfied with this world, or
with you," was the cold answer, as she
bent over Sarah, and loosened the fast
enings at her throat. But Sarah East
bell had not fainted; she was only stunned
by the truth, and she sat up the instant
afterward, eager for the whole story,
and looking piteously from one to the
other.
It was not In Reuben's power to break
the news to her after all, and he left it
to the woman whom his impatience had
wounded.
"Tell her, Lucy. It is beyond me," he
aid.
The tragedy of Sedge Hill was over,
and he could not dwell upon its details,
CHAPTER XXV.
Lucy Jennings was writing busily In
her room when Sarah came in softly. The
woman-preacher had gone to her apart
ment away from the society of two young
folks who thought of little save each oth
er, and whose courtship did not interest
her. It was one mouth after the death
of Mrs. Eastbell.
"Oh, Lucy, what do you think he has
been saying?" Sarah cried in excitement.
"Who has been saying?" asked Lucy,
without looking in her direction.
"Reuben, to be sure."
"Always Reuben! I had forgotten there
was no other man upon the earth but
Reuben Culwick," she said bitterly.
"He says I may ask your opinion if I
ill and you will think how right he i
Is." I
"It will be about the first time In my
life that I have thought him in the
right," she muttered, then she added in
her sharpest and jerkiest manner: "Well,
what is it?"
"I have been telling him of your going
away to-morrow of the necessity of his
going, too, as you suggested, and he says
oh, Lucy! what do you think he has got
Into his dear old head?" she cried, clap
ping her hands together.
"I can't guess what is the object of
guessing when it is easy for you to ex
plain?" was the ungracious rejoinder.
Sarah E?stbell did not notice the chilli
ness of Miss Jennings' remarks. She
dashed into her subject forthwith; she
spoke of Reuben's wish for an early mar
riage as a wise and natural solution to
the difficulties In their way.
"In all his life he has been in a hurry,"
Lucy said when Sarah had completed her
recital, "so what is the use of my ad
vice? It would be an ill-timed formality,
of no value to either of you. If he had
been less impetuous,'!, said Lucy, betray
ing a sudden excitement herself , "it would
have been as weu-tt;- would have given'
me time to thinklLSarah, you must not
marry Reuben-Culwick yet"
"You you think that it is net right
It is not respectful to the ntsanory of her
. X have lost?" asked Sarah.
"Respectful!"' cried Lucy contemptu
ously, "I have not given a thought to it!
But" and here followed a long pause,
with Lucy glaring fctrangely at her visitor
'-wut," she continued at last, "some
thing has happened in this room, that I
have been keeping to myself, and which
may alter both your lives."
"What ha.- happened which may alter
Reuben's life and mine? And; why in
this room, where
S
"Where a woman named Mary Holland
lived for some years," said Lucy quick
ly "a woman whom you learned to dis
trust at last?"
"We did, and yet- "
"You did not distrust her In vain, per
haps," she added. "I will tell you, Sarah
Eastbell, what I thought of telling Reu
ben Culwick but it may be your light
to hear this first of all, as it may affect
you most of all who knows? Read
what is written on that paper."
Lucy Jennings opened her desk rnd
produced a long blue envelope, on which
were written words in a large clear hand,
to which she pointed with her finger the
finger of fate to the timid girl who folr
lowed every movement, and leaned for
ward to the paper cautiously and eager
ly. Yes, Lucy Jennings was right that
which might affect the whole after life
of Reuben Culwick and of herself was
in the hands of the woman-preacher.
On the envelope were written these
words:
"Herein Is contained the last Will end
Testament of Simon Culwick, of Sedge
Hill, Worcester.
There was a date appended the date
of the day on which Simon Culwick had
called at Hope street, Camberwell, for
the first time, and last, in his life. It
was a will made before he had come that
day in search of his son, and it over
ruled all other testaments to which in
his life of change he had set his trem
bling hand.
"Where did you find this?" Sarah cak
ed at last. -
"In. that box," Lucy replied, pointing
to an old-fashioned hair trunk studded
with brass nails one of the boxes which
Mary Holland had never claimed. "What
right had that woman with Reuben's
father's will?" asked Lucy; "has she not
committed a crime against the law? is
not this an act of revenge against him?"
"I don't sea all this yet," responded
Sarah Eastbell, still thoughtfully.
"This will is sealed; it was given in
trust to Mary Holland before Simon left
for London. It leaves his property to
Reuben, and she would have kept him
from it. I see it all. I despise that wom
an, although I have never met her in my
life."
"Mary Holland is not here to answer
for herself," said Sarah; "and Mary
would have preferred Reuben's being
rich to my poor grandmother's coming
to this house."
"She brought your grandmother here
herself: there was a plot in it. Read the
will."
"What right. have I to read it?" asked
Sarah.
You are In possession. Reuben Is too
weak to bear the shock. There may be
something in it which he is not to know
first of all," she added, with a sudden
doubt "which is to be broken to him by
degrees."
"Reuben is as brave as a lion.'
"Oh, you don't know him," said Miss
Jennings pityingly.
"I don't think so meanly of him as you
do," cried Sarah, with sudden spirit;
don't believe he has fretted for an in
stant about his father's money, though
he told me so once. He has denied it
since; he is above all mercenary thoughts.
Come and see how he will take ihis
news," cried Sarah, defiantly now.
"I have no Interest In it; It "concerns
me not." said Lucy very sharply; "I
should not have mentioned it till 1 was
prepared to leave the house, had yon not
come in with your foolish story of a hasty
wedding. Go to him, Sarah. I am busy
with a holier task than yours.
Reuben took the packet from Sarah's
hand and read the superscription, his
eyes dilating with surprise. He made no
attempt to break the seal of black wax,
but walked with her slowly toward the
bay window at the end of the room, as
though his sight were weak, and more
light were needed to assist it.
She seemed to hesitate iu her progress
with him, and he put his arm round her
waist, as a privileged lover under these
circumstances had a right to do.
" jror Detter or worse, tor nener or
poorer, my First-cousin-once-removed
Sarah," said he lightly, but meaningly;
nov tell me where this sprang from.
Sarah told him, while he listened, with
the paper in his hand, and looked out at
the garden and the rising ground beyond
it. Tots stole away during the narration.
"Mary Holland may-have received
possibly did receive private instructions
from my poor father with this will," said
Reuben, when Sarah had completed her
narrative; she is not to blame, I trust,
even if it comes at us in this fashion. It
was to be kept back, at Simon Culwick's
request, a certain time, possibly, he being
a secretive man. Miss Holland is not
here to tell us," answered Reuben, "and
you and I stand in a false position, with
this will lying like a bar upon the free
dom of our thoughts. I take all the re
sponsibility; it is my right, as Simon
Culwick's son."
"You are not afraid of the contents?'
she asked, remembering suddenly Lucy
Jennings criticism of Reuben s temper
ament
"There is nothing within the will to
frighten me," he replied firmly, "or to
make me glad, or cast me down. See
how steady the hand is that turns over
the pages of this book of fate."
His fingers broke the seal and took
from the envelope the document con
tained therein. He looked at the paper
for the first time. It was a brief will,
which a few lines made clear. It was
written by Simon Culwick himself, and
witnessed by two servants who had left
the house two years since, and it left, as
Reuben had imagined from the first, the
whole of his property, free and indivisi
ble, to his old friend's child, his faithful
housekeeper, Mary Holland.
He refolded the will, and regarded at
tentively his second-cousin, who remain
ed dumb with amazement.
"And Mary Holland I have turned cut
of her own house, so that she is not here
to receive our congratulations." said Reu
ben Culwick coolly.
CHAPTER HtXVL '
The whiter set in sharply that year,
like the sudden frost to the hopes of
Reuben Culwick and his second cousin.
It -was a severe winter, that nipped
things to the heart before the Old year
was seven days dead. A few weeks had
gone by since the date of .our last chap-
ter, and all with whom we are interested,
r in whom we haw endeavored to raise
an Interest, had settled- down -to the po
sition born of the discovery of Miss Hol
land's good fortune. "
Miss Holland had not been found, de
spite much pertinacious searching; the
boxes remained unclaimed at Sedge Hill,
and Sedge Hill was held in trust for her.
Those interested in advertisements won
dered who Miss Holland was, and why
her friends were begging her to return.
and hear of something to her advantage.
Reuben Culwick accepted the position
very cheerfully, although Lucy Jennings
thought that he was too cheerful to be
natural. He was anxious to see the pro
visions of his father's will , carried out
in their entirety, and he showed no sense
of disappointment at the low estate te
which they infallibly reduced him. He
had confidence in himself, and he was
anxious to do justice to Mary Holland,
despite the unjust character of a will
which struck him out of affluence.
He was rising in the world, too. The
work grew under his hand, debts became
less, more money fell to his share from
the great lottery-bag of letters, and if
there were no big prizes, still he drew no
blanks. Among the busy unknown crowd
of clever "newspaper men," he was al
ready known, and three weeks ago the
promoters of the Trumpet had burst out
with big offices and more machinery, and
higher terms for Reuben, who had been
with them in struggling days, and was
now called upon to share a little in their
prosperity. ,
He was happy in his courtship, too, for
he found many opportunitiest to see his
Second Cousin Sarah, and she was glad
ahl very glad t-to see him. Sarah was
in London in apartments In York road,
Lambeth, with the woman who had striv
en hard not to have her for a companion
or friend, and yet whom she had conquer
ed by that sweet persistency which was
an attribute of her character. Sarah
Eastbell was very much alone in the
world now, and when the signal of dis
tress had been raised, Lucy Jennings,
with all. her hardness, was at her -best,
and ready to be of assistance.
Reuben came courting .in the evening.
once or twice a week at first, when the
newspapers would allow him; and there
were odd half holidays .when Reuben
and Sarah would stroll in St. James'
Park, and talk of the happiness ahead.
They both spoke of the patience to wait
for each other of a calm present and a
happy future and they laughed togeth
er; not before Lucy, at Lucy's past fore
bodings of the misery in store for them.
Tots was at Reuben's house in Drury
Lane, too. His love for this little waif
was still as much part of his life as his
love for his second-cousin. Tots be
longed to old davs: she had been his one
comfort when he felt wholly desolate;'
she had been lost, and his heart had
been terribly wrung in losing her; she
was back, and as fond of him as ever, al- I
though there had come never again a
memory of Hope Lodge. His landlord's ,
wife took care of her as Lucy Jennings
had done, and it was pleasant to have
Tots with him at breakfast time.
John had been always fond of Tots,
He taught her to call him Uncle John
again, and though the child was older
and sharper than when Reuben found her
first in Camberwell, there was quickly a
return to the old affection under the old
kindness and attention. Life with Cap
tain Peterson and his brothers had not
hurt heir it was part of a bad dream
iu the beginning of a new year, though
the dream figures had scarcely vanished,
and one presently crossed her path, and
startled her.
(To foe continued.)
KING BORROWED HIS COAT.
Victor Emmanuel Has Nothing Suit
able to Wear at Russia's Court.
Although Victor Emmanuel III is the
first monarch .of United Italy to visit
Petersburg, he was well known there
as crown prince. His grandfather, the
other Victor Emmanuel, was equally
well known, but through the Russian
royalties coming to Italy. There Is
one characteristic anecdote told of him
not generally known. The king was
very stout, loved his comfort and ease,
and would always prefer to wear a
shooting coat rather than a uniform.
In 1873 the then empress of Russia,
Marie Alexandrovna, visited the eternal
city with her daughter Marie, later the
duchess of Edinburg, putting up at the
Russian embassy in the Corso, where
they were treated with every courtesy
by the court. One evening Victor
Emmanuel went to the theater, abso-
lutely alone, in a neglige jacket In the
middle of the first act what was his
horror to see tne empress ana ner
daughter enter an adjacent box. He
could not slip away because they had
seen him, and it seemed uqually im
possible to go to them in that costume.
Suddenly the king had an inspiration
& " " .
ana, calling senator uaaaa, preiecx oi
i.t,. t,? r .ba
off his dress coat and give It to him.
This the surprised senator did. even
helping the king to put it on, but Vic-
tor Emmanuel's shoulders were extra
ordinarily broad and no sooner had he .
forced himself into the coat than the '
seam gave way from neck to waist and
affairs were as before. .The king was
obliged to join the empress and her ,
daughter In his jacket, but, never want
ing in aplomb, he made such good ex
cuses that the express enjoyed the In
cident thoroughly. A couple of days
later Senator Gadda received a new
dress suit from the royal tailor with a
pin in brilliants pinned to one of the
lapels. Pall Mall Gazette.
Prudence.
T suppose you would like to say or
do something that will live in history?"
"Well," answered Senator Sorghum,
"there are so many things concerning
which I should prefer to keep history
uninformed that I guess I'd better not
take any chances trying to break in."
Washington Star. x
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-i-jww iwj.
Ascum Ana wnat profession is your
son to follow? .
Patef I do not know yet but that's
about all he'll do, I guess.
Ascum What? How do you mean?
Pater He'll follow some profession;
he never seems able to catch up to Any
thing. Philadelphia Press.
Hidden in Sight.
A new form of "hide- and seek,
which Is "hidden In sight," is a very
pretty game. All must go out or the
room except one, who then places the
things to be found, such as a thimble
or a cotton reel, so that any one can
see It, but will not notice it without
looking rather hard. A thimble is not
easily seen on a bright iron fender,
and a reel of cotton takes a good deal
of finding when properly placed on
some mantel-piece ornament, or even
on the top of a picture frame.
Here is another secret: Tell the
seekers that they must find a hand
kerchief. Tie It round the handle of
the door (if it is a white one); show
the seekers politely in, and shut the
door after them, so that they do "not
touch the handle. They will take a
long time to find the handkerchief. It
is a strict rule of the game that the
first finder of an object does not make
known his discovery. He jusfr sits
down. One "by one the seekers sit
down, until only one remains standing,-and
then it is time for some one
to tell him and for the party to get to
another game.
A. ft.
'thing
saud young dotin.
Weir- I CAwO tell
you -whaV
In Summed 1 would
cesfch a. colJ
In Winter cetfeh
- Viotr I
A Good Deed.
"Once upon a time, a very long time
ago," began grandmamma. "Is it a
fairy tale?" asked Jacky.
"What is the name of it?" asked his
sister Sue. .
"If onlv von will be quiet," said
' grandma, "I will tell you all aoout it.
; It Is not a fairy tale," she continued,
turning to Jacky. "And-Its name is
A Good Deed,' " she said, turning to
Sue.
"Well," said grandma, when silence
was restored, "I will begin again. Once
upon a time, a very long time ago,
m nrti hrother and sister lived in a
little fishing village with their mother,
Mrs. Brown. They were very poor,
for Mrs. Brown s nusDana naa ueeu
drowned at sea, and his ship had
never come home, so little Fred and
Mary the names of the brother and
sister orten naa to go ul
dinner.
"One day a bright thought occurred
to Fred. Why should they not go out
on the cliffs and search for birds' eggs
and sell them to visitors, and even
to some of the school children? Mary
fconmi thA idea with fervor, so next
r . ,- .mmmh
the two children searching
oay saw
carefully for seagulls' eggs in the clefts
, ttu" vorv B11,fnl for a
"They were very
day or two, when a little boy friend
of Fred's said:
"Fred, if you can find me a cormo
rant's egg I will give you a whole
shilling, for cormorants' eggs are so
scarce.'
"Fred hastened home that' day and
told his sister Mary all that the boy
had said. Mary was also overjoyed,"
and both agreed to look next day for
one. Next day they searched the cliffs
for a cormorant's egg, but did not get
one. Jjivery my iw . mcj
searcned high and low but cormorants'
eggs, as Fred's friend bad said, were
very scarce.
"One day Mary happened to notice
one, but, to her great disappointment
there was only one, but still, one was
better than none at au, so Aiary
ocreamed to her brother,
w Txoir look. Fred! a cormorant's
a cormorant's. eggT
"Fred looked round -and noticed the
eSS and with a cry of joy he sprang
.to get it but what was his annoyance
when Mary suaaeniy oem mm oaca.
'Don't Fred, she - gasped, 'don't
for it is the mother's only one. . Look
how wistfully, she is looking at me
then at the egg.
"In truth the mother was very mis
erable. She first stood on one leg
and then on ' the other, glancing. - as
Mary had said, from the egg to Mary,
LITTLE STORIES
AND INCIDENTS
That Will Interest and
Entertain Young -Readers.
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as much as to say, 'Please protect my
egg from that dreadful boy.
Very well, then, said Fred, sul
kily turning away (he always did what
Mary told Mm), so that the tzg was
saved. -
Fred and Mary did not get the shil
ling promised; but they got something
else, much nicer. While the children
were down on the cliffs searching for
eggs a man had gone to their mother's
cottage, knocked smartly, and when
admitted told Mrs. Brown that a ship
of her husband's had come in, and
was bo valuable that it gave Mrs.
Brown quite a nice salary, which en
abled her to send them to school and
live in a .better home."-
"Is that all?" asked both the chil
dren, when grandma bad finished
speaking.
Yes," said grandma, - "and don t
you think it is a very gooa enaing
for a story?"
And both of them agreed. Waverley
Magazine,
He "Was No Dade.
"Why, Johnny, what's the matter
with you?" asked a caller who found
the little fellow in bed.
"Ain't nothin the matter with me,"
replied Johnny, "mother's washin my
shirt."
"Haven't you but one shirt?" he was
asked.
"Say" rejoined the small urchin,
"you don't expect a feller to be a dude,
do you?"
Another One on Papa.
Harry (aged 5) Papa, don't every
man have bis hair cut when he gets
shaved?
Papa Of course not, my son. I
frequently get shaved without having
my hair cut
Harry Well, I don't see how a bar-
ber gets the hair off your face if he
doesn't cut it, papa.
Papa Young . man, Irs . time yon
were in bed.
A Hint to Mamma.
Little Margie's mamma had Just cor
rected her for being saucy, v hen she
went over to where her doll was and
said: "Dollie, I wish somethln' would
happen to one of us three, and I don't
mean you or me, either.
Papa Was Getting; Bald.
Little Joe Papa, are you still grow
ing? Papa No, my son.
Little Joe But your head is grow
ing up through your hair.
MAN NEED NEVER GROW OLD.
Debutantes Come and Go, bnt the Popu
lar Bean Lasts Forever.
The popular man as the seasons re-
peat themselves is apt to feel a little
loneiy. wnere are uiey an, we uiu
familiar companions?" he asks himself
as he looks up and down the dinner
tables and sees every year the fresh
new faces of a new set of debutantes.
For the girls drop from the ranks,
while the men 6tay on. The latter
are always of importance at a dance,
but a surplus of women is fatal to
any entertainment The so-called old
er girls therefore feel that it behooves
them to withdraw In favor of the
younger sets, which each year come to
the fore, demanding recognition, ana
to find their winter entertainments in
the quieter functions, consisting of
theater parties, dinners with their own
contemporaries, the opera, etc. What
is called a fourth winter girl rarely
appears at any of the dances or din
ners given In honor of the younger
ones, although their man friends are
all expected to be present
"There is no use denying the fact
that the world has much more use for
the men than for us, and that they
keen young much longer than we do,"
said an "older" young woman. "The
partners I used to dance with are still
doing duty at the various functions,
while I have been out of it for years,
and girls much younger than I am
have had to retire to give place to
their little sisters. Yes, men certainly
have the advantage in everything. I
saw a man of 70 on the ice playing
hockey the other day, and he seemed
to enjoy it with the zest of a boy.
Every one said how attractive it was
to see a man keep his youth like that
but If granny ran around in like fash
ion with a lot of girls, the poor old
dear would make herself ridiculous.
Now, wouldn't she? We must grow
old whether or not; but a man need
only grow old if he wants to."
A Call-Down.
"That's Mrs. Avers in the box," said
Mr. Gotham, who had taken Miss Bea
consstreet to the opera. "She's very
fond of display."
"Ah! you New Yorkers are so care
less in your speech," exclaimed Miss
Beaconsstreet "Why did you say dis'
for this? Besides,- this is an opera,
not a play. Philadelphia Press.
Corroboration.
- "Rich coves," remarked Ragged Rog
er, "say that money brings care and
worry."
"It does to me," added Weary Wlg-
gina. -
"To you? . You have no money.
No; that's why I worry." Detroit
Free Press.
A married woman Is always
pldous when her husband gives her an
expensive present;
Avers
Your doctor will tell you that
thin, pale, weak, nervous chil
dren become strong and well
by taking Ayer's Sarsaparilla.
Small doses, for few days.
Sarsaparilla
The change is very prompt
and very marked. Ask your
doctor why it is. He has our
formula and will explain.
"Waaa IS years old, far raaay mnthi a
rmm tnauirht I could lla baeana of thin oloo.
Bat, la a few week. Ayr' Sknaparilla Ma
lately restored me to health."
. Mas. E. Buckxihstsb, Vlaalaaa. J. Jv
ff.M a tattle.
All drngglsta.
t. C. AYBK CO.,
Lowell. Mass,
fori
The Children
Biliousness, constipation prevent re
covery. Cure these with Ayer's Pills.
Her Btjt Feet.
A respectable old gentleman, some
what tight, on entering an omnibus.
got bis feet entangled in a lady's dress
land fell headlong. He staggered to
big- feet, ana looking round, indignant-
hy demanded who struck him. A
'gentleman present remarked sotto voce:
"You 'ell over that lady's feet; nobody
struck you."
I The indignant citizen turned round
and "urveyed the cause of the accident
n uwmem, auu "". "
satisfied with the cause of his mishap.
said:
"Madame, you have got the biggest
feet I ever saw!"
"Sir!" responded the lady, flashing
with anger.
"Pray, don't apologize; it ain't your
fault, but take my advice, sit sideways
in the future, and give them the full
range of the bus."
Rheumatism In Utah.
Frisco, Utah, May 2nd. There is a
great deal of rheumatism in this and
neighboring states and this painful dis-
ease has crippled many a strong man
and woman among an otherwise healthy
people.
Recently, however, there has been in
troduced into Utah a remedy for Rheu
matism which bids fair to stamp out
this awfully painful complaint. The
name of this new remedy is Dodd's
Kidney Pills, and it has already
wrought some wonderful cures
Right
here in Frisco there is a case of a Mr.
Grace who had Rheumatism so bad in
his feet that he could hardly walk.
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Dodd's Kidney Pills cured him.
His wife says: "We both had Kid
ney Trouble and my husband had the
Rheumatism so bad that he could hard
ly walk. We used Dodd's Kidney Pills
with much benefit. We have tried
many remedies, but none have done us
so much good as Dodd's Kidney Pills.'
Similar reports come from all over
the state and it would seem as if Rheu
matism bad at last been conquered.
Uncle Sam's Coffee Bill.
It is estimated that the people f the
United States drink 1,500.000,000 gal
lons of coffee in the course of a year,
at a cost of about 10 cents per gallon.
The importing cost of the requisite
quantity of coffee berries for this sup
ply at 7 cents a pound, is about $75,
000,000. From this it appears that
preparation, package, distribution and
dealers' profits make the prices to the
consumer about double the Importing
cost
Their Very Best.
Real Estate Agent You really
ought to buy the house. Now, If you
and your wife will only discuss the
matter -thoroughly
Peckham Oh, that's out of the
question. We never discuss things.
The most we can ever do is dispute
about them. Philadelphia Press.
ABSOLUTE
SECURITY.
Genuine
Carter's
Little Liver Pills.
Must Bear Signature of
5ee Pac-Simile Wrapper Below.
Very small aad as
totakeasaatfax.
FOR HEADACHE.
FOR DIZZINESS.
FOR BIUOUSRESS.
FOR TORPID LIVER.
FOR CONSTIPATIOR.
FORSAUOWSKIR.
FOR THEC0MPLEXI0R
CURE SICK HEADACHE.'
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CARTERS