A Political Vendetta
By
WELDON J. COBB
CIIAl'TKU XI. (Continued.)
Hope spr.-uijf to the pnp, hands out
freteheil. to st.i.v his speeding foe, but
Kiino linil vanish-.'d. Peering past the
edge of the broken balcony nxi ho saw
Kane go feet foremost down past the side
walk and tliroush a window area, arched
M-i t h a si ono coping.
The fall was a full twenty fort.
"Has he escaped mo killed?" cried
llojip. The thought aroused him to quick
ened notion, lie swims bark to the win
dow, upsetting an obtruding politician,
whose attention had been attracted by the
noise of the seullle -in the precipitancy
of -his rush.
Through the room, down a staircase
and out to the street Hope hurried, lie
reached the sjxit where he hail seen Kane
disappear. He stared clown the dark
aperture, then called:
"You Kane!"
No response. He knelt and flared a
Ineifer. Its rays (-bowed a shallow dip,
fared only by the barred cellar window.
"(tone..'"
Klectrilieil, baffled, Hope sprang to his
feet ainl glared around the spot, piercing
the distance with much the furious glance
of a tiger thrown from the trail.
It was presumable it was ' certain
Kane had sustained a light fall, had in
stantly recovered his wits and had climb
ed out of the window area and escaped
Whither!
Hope ran twenty feet in one direction
then in another, paused growled, enrag
ed. His fingers tore the air he was on
fire with chagrin and fury. Abruptly
lie focussod the contending emotions thaf
distracted his usually keen wits to a rea
soimble but rapid estimate of the situa
tion.
He had alarmed had warned his
enemy. Kane's one thought now would
be of flight, of hiding. lie was beggared.
discredited : the friends he had dragged
down to rum would" be friends no longer
Hope could think out his probable
course. First, money then, distance,
Would he baffle vengeance? Oh, never,
never .
Kane parted the crowd in the street
without ceremony. He reached a more
quiet side thoroughfare. An empty cab
came dashing around the corner, its driver
fresh for his night's work, the steed at
tached mettled and ready for speed.
In a minute Hope was inside, brief, ex
act orders given to the cab driver. The
vehicle became a thing of flight.
CHAPTER XII.
Inside of the hour Hope made three
calls all disappointing ones. To the
elegant apartments occupied in the past
by the arch-swindler, to the home of his
chief and confrere, to a club where both
sometimes spent their evenings.
He got trace of the company president.
He was with some choice friends, drown
ing fear and dejection in strong drink.
TV'ith him Hope had nothing to do, so he
"continued his search, but he gained no
conclusive trace of the man he sought.
He knew the machinery of the law well,
from past critical experience, and besides
had a hundred aye, a thousand ready
aides whom he could rely on recent as
sistants in the political battle he had
fought so hard to win, but which now
eemetl as a bauble, a mere bubble to him.
The first reckless fever of triumph and
Iiate had changed, however : he no longer
thought of immediate public denounce
ment of his enemy. A slow, refined
method of meting out his vengeance ap
pealed to him. and he considered only per
sonally securing the fugitive again, so
cretely arraigning him, probing deeper for
detailed confession and postive, couclu-
mated says do it?"
"I must find him I. alone before the
night is through." decided Hope. "Where
is he hidden? What will his course be?
Free the fight is lost! I acted with rash
precipitancy, but the temptation was
strong. I'ati'mee, Everett my murdered
brother! Ten years, and so many days
in all those years ! Yet all sworm to this
climax! Patience, the hour has surely
come !"
But precious time had already gone by
end Kane had not been found. Every min
ute at leisure thus meant golden time to
perfect his plans for security for the fugi
tive. Finally an inspiration seized Hope.
"The mills!" he said, swiftly, and the
driver, appraisi-d. started his horse's head
in a new direction.
The works were not in operation.
Here and there presented evidences of
light and action, but only to a degree
evid-wing th necessary moans of keep
ing important steam and blast essentials
in shape f.r the morrow. The election
had caused a genera! stoppage of lalmr.
end as Hope neared the mills at a furious
rate of siK-ed. the grim, black outlines of
Fta'-ks and bunkers were ghoulishly sug
gestive of the ruin brooding over the
'banned enterprise.
His body thrilled in the swaying vehicle
end his eyes lit up. as, sharply scanning
every part of the structure where the gen
eral offices were located, he made out a
certain sjK-'-k of light.
It was in the single room bulb illumi
nant in the entire building, and it marked
that section of the same given over to
the private headquarters of the executive.
A quick theory, a keen hope, inspired
the traihr. It was quite natural that
Kane should come hither. Some spoils
there were yet on hand to seize, some
Incriminating documents, doubtlessly, to
d-stroy before he abandoned the sinking
craft, and signaling a stop in an avenue
formed by towering heaps of pig iron.
Hop1 leaped to the ground.
"Wait for me here," he ordered the
cab driver.
"All right, sir."
Hope sped forward. He was yet a lit
tle ways from the mills proper, but he ad
judged it best to approach with caution.
There was a labyrinth of criss-cross lanes
and roads lo pursue, and suddenly, ax he
emerged into the main cindered path, that
cut the factory expanse due south and
Xiorth, he Terr nearly ran under toe feet:
ot two prancing steeds drawing a closed
carriage.
lie darted back in time to save himself,
though the vehicle guards quite grazed his
Ixxly. Inside he made out a sJngle oc
cupant of the carriage a man.
"Not Kane" he reflected rapidly, "but
someone on a mission of urgency. Sent
for? Yes!"
Strong in this conviction, Hope hasten
ed forward, lie was soon lining the side
of the building he had in view. TJie car
riage was no longer in sight. It had pro
ably cut around to the main front en
trance. His steps bent also thither. Hope
paused abruptely.
A watchman might challenge him, the
doors might be unlocked to admit the visi
tor, rehh ked to exclude others hence, no
thoroughfare. Again, it was an intermin
able, ami in the dark an unfamiliar dis
tance from the portal to the secluded
and exclusive corner range of private of
fices on the third floor, where Hoie had
observed the guiding light. It shone there
yet: he could note its rays piercing a
prism frame, and immediately he resolved
to gain its vicinity by especial and origin
al means.
For too many long, watchful weeks had
that nest of luxury and scheming known
the untiring cynosure of Gideon Hope,
that he should not now know its environ
ment and every available outside ap
proach. His motive at present, clear and
simple, was to speedily reach the vicinity
of the room beyond the lighted window.
With feverish activity he scaled a fire
escape, gained a roof, espied the situation
in closer touch and found how he could
get within direct sight and sound range of
the occupants of the room that was his
present objective point of interest.
The apartment fronted the mills. It led
out at the rear to a light shaft. Here
there was a single small window. Its base
was broad and extending, sufficiently so to
admit of a person finding safe and com
fortable foothold there, and thither, with
out much difficulty, by clinging to some
wires looping from the roof, Hope lower
ed himself eight feet.
Now he could see into the room, and
also hear what might be spoken within its
confines, for the upper sash was tilted
outward for ventilation.
He saw Percy Kane at a first quick
scan of the office interior; he heard his
voice also.
All the hot, surging passion of his na
ture once more set brain and heart on fire
Swung perilously pendant above far
nothingness, at midnight, here and now
Gideon Hope watched a new chapter open
in the tragedy under play the final one
he grimly considered, for the white face,
the haunted eyes, the trembling, twitching
frame of the man upon whom his glance
rested, told him surely that Percy V.
Kane, wrecker, assassin, fugitive, was at
the last ditch !
CHAPTER XIII
Kane bore the appearance of a man in
a frightful state of mental incertitude and
excitement. The high strain of tremendous
thoughts obliterated all his customary
steadiness of glance and bearing, and ev
ery action was spasmodic.
He had just welcomed to the room tho
occupant of the carriage. Hope had noted
this person centered the watcher's immedi
ate attention. Hope recognized him as
the cashier of the principal local bank,
guessed his mission, grimly decided he
had come upon the scene fortuitously.
"I called you up," he distinctly heard
Kane say.
"You roused me out of bed." answered
the other. His glanco took in Kane grave
ly and anxiously. "What's up, now?" he
cont inued.
"I sent for you as a friend," said Kane,
in a pitiful, faltering tone.
"Very well I come as a friend," re
torted the other.
"P.ut I intimated business, further
vital, speedy."
"I am prepared for that also," observ
ed the bank cashier.
He placed a hand beyond the buttoned
lapels of bis coat, half withdrew, wholly
replaced again, a bulky, oblong package.
Kane's eyes lit up electrically, and im
mense aspiration of relief, of joy, escaped J
his lips.
"Friend, indeed!" he cried, effusively
grasping and wringing the hand of the
other "Wortle, it's life or death for the
Trust! It was a queer message to send
to a man in the dead of night, but there
was no other way. See here we are in
deep waters !''
"I know that, of course," observed the
cashier. "Put I estimated you knew your
business. You telephoned me to got two
hundred and fifty thousand dollars in
cash, bills of large denomination, and
bring them here at once."
"And you have them?"
"Two hundred and fifty-one thousand
dollars bills yes."
The schemer's face flamed with gladness
and sinister triumph.
"Now, what is your proposition?" re
sumed the cashier.
"Simply this :
"As I say, we are at tbe limit with that
money, I can hurry to Pittsburg, may be
able to make a turn that saves us. You
have pretty nearly everything tangible
we've got in the way of securities. I pro
pose to turn over to you, in addition
wait, I'll show you I esteem this friendly
act of yours."
lie turned to the vault. Click click!
His nimble fing'TS sent the disc spinning,
came for me, and blindly I obey you,
though oh ! the woe of it ! I have gone
to become Percy Kane's wife !"
"The bonds and stocks of the execu
tive," he explained "the last dollar we
hold. I turn them in as collateral, trust
ing you absolutely." ,
The man of money was fairly amazed.
He stood staring down at the securities
in the tin box.
"Kane," be said, a flush of genuine
pleasure and emotion on bis face, "this is
generous! Of course, only considered as
giving us absolute control of everything,
Is the security valid, but It showt yon
don't intend to leave a friend like myself
!u the lurch if anything happens, eh?"
"Never!" spontaneously asserted the
other, never flinching as he realized the
vast treachery this transaction meditated
towards his confreres in the trust.
Nearer to the ventilating slit in the
window frame Gideon Hope pressed his
face. With burning glance he viewed the
contents of the tin box gone over, The
cashier examined the bonds and stock it
contained. The flush on his face showed
that he was satisfied -with the security
offered, but he was slow and' methodical,
and the impatient Kane, watching him
covertly, frequently wetted his ilry, parch
ed lips with his tongue, and panted quite,
and often started at the slightest strange
outside noise. Hope read hihi through
and through at cowardly sacrifice he hnd
secured the ready means to carrv him to
the ends of the world, "if he dioose and
lie was anxious to start upon the journey.
"All right," sonorously stated the bank
cashier at last, replacing the securities in
the box, and sotting that receptable near
his hat and cane on a stand, as if taking
possession. Then his hand again sought
his breast pocket. Kane's eager, brilliant
eyes rustled like a ferret. IIestole out a
hand trembling from excitement, to seize
the coveted money.
At that moment Gideon Hope restrain
ed himself no longer. (
"Hold !" he cried. Both men started
the cashier in clear amazement profound.
Kane as though a voice from the grave
or the rostrum of justice had challenged
him. "
Hope pressed on one window frame, but
could not move it from the outside. This
commotion at once centered the attention
of the two occupants of the room.
"What's .that!" sharply demanded the
cashier.
Give me the money!" breathed Kane,
"the wind, some drunken workman.
Hurry up, Wortle ! I'm due to make quick
train connections."
He would have snatched the cashierS
hand and the precious package it held un-
ceremonously from his breast, but the lat
ter forcibly pressed him back.
"Hold on let us investigate this queei
occurrence," Wortle insisted "heavens !"
Crash! clatter Hope had precipitated
a fateful climax. He could not move the
sash. Tearing the soft flexible cap he
wore from his head, he twisted one hand
inside of it, and, his fingers thus guard
ed, dealt a smashing blow at upper lighr
of glass.
It shattered to brittle nothingness. It
rained inside the room in noisy, scintillat
ing fragments. Framed in this prismatic
shower, he stood revealed a dreadful pre
sentation to Kane, a source of vivid stupe
faction for the bewildered bank cashier.
Hon t give that man tne money: man
datorily shouted Hope.
Now, he himself was baffied. Steel bars,
light but strong, covered the inside win
dow frame. He had known of their exis
tence previously, but in the excitement of
the past few moments had scarcely been
eonsieously aware of the formidable bar
rier they presented.
"Who is this?" stared the astounded
cashier.
"The money !" pleaded Kane, white and
fear-filled.
"No!" cried Hope. "Hold him off till
I" he seized the bars, shook them vain
ly, and gritted his teeth in futile despera
tion.
Hie money ! persisted Kane, now
pressing upon the cashier in a certaiD
menacing way.
"Listen !" spoke Hope hotly, calling
through the bars : "this man has deceived
you. He has no thought of redeeming the
trust he is seeking only to fly, leaving
ruin behind him, and you will be involved
if von perfect this trasaction. Be warn
ed ! He is a criminal, a fugitive, a raut
derer !"
Blankly the cashier stared at this
weirdly appearing, impressive accuser.
"The money, I tell you I will have
it !" snarled Kane.
Frenzv, murder, was in his reckless
eyes. He fairly leaped upon the cash
ier.
"What this man says debated the
cashier, sternuously disputing forcible dis
possession of the money package.
"Lies !"
"The truth !" thundered Hope." "You,
sir strike him back ! your money is lost,
if he secures it."
"(Jive it up!" howled Kane repulsen,
and seizing from a table a heavy orna
mental ruler.
It was a sample of the metal product of
the mills, and deadly as the bludgeon of a
highwayman.
He lifted it. The bar whistled through
the air, descended. There was a sickly
thud, a crash, as, spurting blood from a
frightful gash in the forehead, the unfort
unate bank cashier toppled backward over
a chair, carrying it to ruins, and sinking
with a groan sensless to the floor.
Kane stopped over him, tore the pack
age of money from his still spasmodically
clenched hand, cast a last startled glance
at the face and form at the window, and
dashed from the room.
(To be continued.)
MENELIK H AND HIS PEOPLE.
Mllt- Monarch of Abyaalnlu Who
"Welcome t'l vlllxiit lou.
Fow mightier monarchs than Menelllc
II of Abyssinia ever swayed the desti
nies of n iieople. Throughout the vast
territory of the Abyssinian highlands
his Individual will Is law to some mil
lions of subjects, laws also to hordes
of savage Mohammedan and pagan
trilx'smeu without the confines of his
kingdom. His court includes no coun
cilors. -Alone- throughout the long
years of his reign Menellk has dealt
with nil domestic and foreign affairs
of stale. . ' 1
But now this last splendid survival
of tha feudal absolutism exercised and
enjoyed by medieval rulers is about to
you for being so thoughtful. Wash up
now and come to breakfast."
With that he started upstairs, but
Chic, still blinking, stood and stared at
Ms stepmot her. Could' It bewas sh.
really so Innocent, or
"To think Chic," she was saying, soft
lyand there was a look on her facr
that made him remember his own moth
er "I was afraid you didn't like me!"
loon!" he answered, with a sudden
tig lump In his throat. "I guess I do!"
louths Companion.
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Ill AVIfe.
The agent stepped briskly up to Mr.
Moekly's desk find laid a small article
close to his right hand.
"I have here a new letter opener," h.
said, "a handsome article to be kept on
the table in your library, say, and "
"Pardon me," interrupted Mr. Meek
ly, without turning his head, "but I
have already the best letter oiener, and
the quickest."
"I low long have you had it?" per
sisted the agent. "You know there are
constant Improvements always being in
troduced." "Mine couldn't bo improved," re
sponded the gentleman. "I've had her
for about two years now anniversary
of the wedding next month !" Stray
Stories.
disappetir beneath encroaching waves
of civilization, which long spare noth
ing picturesque. Cables from far off
Addis Abeba. Menelik's capital, bring
news that he has formed a cabinet and
published the appointment of ministers
of war, finance, justice, foreign affairs,
and commerce.
And this change has come not from
the pressure of any party or faction
within his kingdom, for such do not
exist; but out of the fount of his own
wisdom, a wisdom so sound as to
prove him a most worthy descendant of
the sage Hebrew King Menellk claims
as ancestor, If Indeed more proofs
were necessary than the statesmanlike
way in which he has dealt with Jealous
diplomats, and the martial skill with
which, at Adua In !, he defeated the
flower of the Italian army and won
from Italy an honorable truce.
Whether or not the claim of Menellk
that he is lineally descended from a
son supposed to have been born to the
Queen of Shoba and King Solomon of
old is true, and there is no real reason
to doubt it, it is certain that in race
type Abyssinians plainly resemble th
sons of Israel, crossed and modified
with Coptic, Hamite and Ethiopian
blood, and to this day cling closely as
the most orthodox Hebrew to some of
the dearest Israelltlsh tenets, notably
In their antipathy to pork and to other
meat not bled before dead, to obser
vance of the Sabbath and the rite of
circumcision. And this notwlthstand
Ing that the Abyssinians have been
Christians since the fourth century of
this era, when, only eight years after
the great Constantlne decreed the
recognition of Christianity by the state
a proselyting monk came among them
with faith so strong, heart so pure, and
eloquence so irresistible, that single
handed he accomplished the conversion
of the Abyssinian race.
Old Fashioned Drcnkfnat.
How dear to my heart is that scene of
niy childhood
wmca iona recollection recalleth to
view :
The damask-clad board with its lavishly
plied food,
Delectable fare my young appetite
knew.
The thick, juicy beefsteak, the omelette
by it,
The crisp, fried potatoes, 'seductively
brown,
The rampart of toast with the marma
lade nigh it
Ambrosial breakfast, where now thy
renown?
The old-fashioned breakfast, our fore
fathers' breakfast,
The long-ago breakfast of vanished renown.
Those rich-tinted waffles, how toothsom
and tender,
Their dimpled delights on those morn
ings of yore ;
How oft to their delicate charms I'd sur- I
render,
How sweet the libation I'd over them
pour.
How calm the content that would softly
enfold me,
As each melting mouthful slipped lus
ciously down.
And how I'd have sorrowed had any one
told me
That opulent breakfast would lose its
renown.
The old-fashioned breakfast, our fore
fathers' breakfast,
The long-ago breakfast of vanished renown.
rtSrft
'CHIC'S" STEPMOTHER.
He
He
llavn Yon Seen Herf
"What kind of a woman is she?"
"One without diplomacy."
"Without diplomacy?"
"Yes, she will argue with an Iceman
about the size of the lump until It all
nelts away and there Is only a wet
spot on the sunny sidewalk."
nilTerent Viewpoint.
Said She I always enjoy meeting
man with a history.
Said lie I don't My office boy has
strict orders not to admit book amenta
Liked Her Even After
Thonifht He Wouldn't.
"Chic" had never been a bad boy, and
there was no reason outside of the
story books why he should begin now,
jast because a sweet-natured woman
had come to mother him and his two
little sisters; but Chic could not see
It In that way. He knew about step
mothers, how they told tales in -whis
pers, and poisoned the hearts of kind
fathers against their own children, so
he decided to have his fling.
The first thing he did was to go down
to Jim Harding's one evening after din
ner and stay until 11 o'clock. That was
as far as he really planned. It was no
fault of his that the cable broke, and
that he finally reachtnl home at 1
o'clock of a cold winter morning, to
discover that the latch key with which
his father had entrusted bim a few
lays before had disappeared from his
pocket.
Here was trouble. The house was
lark ami silent, and Chic knew that
his fatiier, called from his slumbers at
that hour to admit a 12-year-old son,
would need no stepmother's prompting,
but would be quite capable of acting for
himself. With this In mind, instead of
ringing, he discreetly prowled round
the house In search of a basement win
dow that he could force, lie found
one at last, opening over the coal bin;
but the door leading up-stairs was se
curely barred, and at 2 o'clock in the
morning a dejected boy lay down on
the cement fltxjr, with feet propped
against the furnace, and fell sadly
asleep, to dream of the things an Irate
father, egged on by a stepmother, would
do to him in the morning.
The next minute it was daylight, and
a pleasant voice close to him was say
ing, "O James, look! On that cold floor
all night! He must have forgotten nis i
key. I saw It on his dressing table
when I went In this morning. And wo
closed the house so early! He did It
for me, James, I know he did. You
spoke at dinner about my headache,
and he wouldn't disturb me by ringing;
but I couldn't have slept a wink If I
had dreamed he was down here. He's
waking up, James." 4
"There, son, there!" said Chic's fath
er, with unheard-of gentleness, as he
helped the astonished boy to his feet
"Pretty hard bed, wasn't It? You might
nave rung, my boy, but I'm proud of
How bleak is this modern repast of the
morning.
It dilTereth far from the feast of my
dream,
That succulent fern the bare table adorn
ing,
I yearn to devour with sugar and
cream.
I'm weary of hay, predigested and shred
ded,
On health-giving sawdust I look with
a frown,
The pangs of dyspepsia are less to be
dreaded
Oh, bring back the breakfast of ancient
renown ;
lne old-fashioned breakfast, the dear
deadly breakfast.
The long-ago breakfast of vanished re
nown,
But is there no hope? Must I ever con
tinue
On flakes of dried science to nourish
my brain?
While "vigor" and "force" feed my mus
cle and sinew,
My poor, patient palate petitions in
vain.
Dear meal of my youth, with what rap
ture I'd hail thee.
Could I but before thy abundance sit
down !
With keenest enjoyment I'd haste to as
sail thee,
Thou memorial breakfast of blessed re
nown ;
The old-fashioned breakfast, our fore
fathers' "breakfast,
The long-ago breakfast of vanished re
nown. Richmond News-Leader.
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boy, who stood leaning over the rail,
"Let go tho painter!"
Everyldy should know that a boat's
painter Is the rope which makes It fast
but this boy did not know It He ran
aft and let go the ropes by which the
painter's staging was held. Meantime
the captain was wearied with waiting
to be cast off.
"You rascal !" he called. "Why don't
you let go the painter?"
"He's gone, sir," said the boy brlsk
"Ile's gone pots, brushes and all '"
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"Massa," said the negro, "I's think
In' dat do sun what's makln' dis yero
lieatness Is a-smilin' down on all de
watornilllions In Georgia, an' makln'
dem jest so red an' ripe dat my inouf
most cayn't keep from swallerln'. I
daon't mln' do lieatness when I specu
late on dem watermillions."
CITC Ht. YItns' Dnnce nnl orvnnn lftnannpfl perma-
HJnently cured liy ir. J .Inn's Great Nurm Ite.
itorpr. Henil for FREE $2 00 trial lottln nnit treat lw.
Dr. K. II. Kline, Ld., 811 Arch St., PhllaUelphiu, I'a.
A representative of the French covern-
ment has boon investigating the clothine
nia nil fact u ring industry of the United
States. He nays we excel in the art, and
particularly in the ready-made branch.
Soon A VRlInlile.
Scene Matrimonial agency,
ager and gentleman applicant.
Mat. Agent You want a wife?
Customer Yes, sir.
Mat. Agent Blonde or brunette?
Customer I am not particular. I
Insist on but one thing she must be a
divorced woman.
Mat. Agent Sorry, sir. I have none
on hand, but If you can wait a few-
day? I have one in preparation. Tha
Bohemian.
Man-
Tempting Fne.
What Is your line of -work? I can
see plainly that you are due for a
breakdown."
"I guess you're right, doc. I've Just
written my 4th motor novel." St
Louis Fost-DI spa teh.
Mothers will find Mrs. WlnMnxT's fw.thin
Jyrup the bvgt remedy to use for their cu lura
luring the teething period.
Had a IipHon.
"Well, Sagebrush Sam has had his
n-ish. He always wanted to die with hh
loots on."
"Yes; but they didn't know why until
:hey took his boots off. He didn't wear
ny socks.'
Conld Ilclleve That.
Bloward I hesitate to tell you what
that automobile cont me. You wouldn't
believe it. I paid a fabulous price for
the machine, thouph, I can tell you.
Kohlfax I don't doubt it. What I
want to know is the real price you paid
for it.
Shake Into Your Shoes
Allen's Foot-Ease, a powder for the feet. It cured
painful, swollen, smarting, sweating feet. Makes
new shoes easy. Sold by all Drujrjrista and Shrm
Stores. Don't accept any substitute. Sample
FREE. Addreas A. S. Olmsted, Le Roy. N. Y.
On Care.
"I believe I'll rock the boat," de
clared the man In the stern.
"Don't do It," advised his companion.
"It might discharge this unloaded pis
tol I have In my jeans." Louisville
Courier-Journal.
In a little country town, the ex
treme In fashion always looks fait.
Johnnie's Position.
"Yes," began Mr. Peters, Sr., "John
Peters, Jr., has quit school and accepted
a position In Havls' general store."
"Indeed!" commented the summer
visitor. "What are his duties?"
""He Is superintendent of the cracker
nnd cheese department." replied Mr.
Peters, Sr., with guarded satisfaction.
"He has the entire charge of wrapping
up the cheese."
KtS WHERE ALL ELSE F.
est Cough Syrup. Tastes Go
Jnr in time. Sold br rinirpi-