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About Bohemia nugget. (Cottage Grove, Or.) 1899-1907 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 31, 1902)
GAMES WITH PAPER ROLLS AMUSE SOCIETY. MILLIONS A YEAR INCUHDim i! AMOUNT 01' AlONIIV LOST IIV I llll WORKING CI.ASSHS. 1 1 "'S&a? CHAPTER lll.-tContlnued.l Standing upon n mound near her. she places licr hands to her pretty mcutlt, and, with n simple eloquence that cannot be too highly commended, cries "111!" to him, at the top of her fresh young voice. Whether the breeze has played traitor, or whether the bending figure Is of so cross material ns tu be deaf to this bril liant appeal, who can say. At all events, he never stirs or lifts himself from his task, whatever It may be. Nothing daunted, Griselda returns to the attack. "HIP cries she again, with a sharper, freer Intonation. And still nothing comes of It. The bending figure refuses to straighten his back, and things remain ns before. It Is really too bad. (letting down from her mound she clambers up on n higher bank, and once more sends out her voice upon the world: "HI, my good man!" This does it. As If compelled to acknowledge this tribute to his virtues, "my good man" uproars; himself, looks vacantly round him at ev ery point but the right one tirst, anil at last sees Griselda. The effect produced is not only Instantaneous but marvelous. Down goes his rod. his cast, his choicest fly an admirable orange grouse and he comes steaming toward her at about twenty knots an hour. His eyes, ever since they Drst lighted upon Griselda, have seemed to grow to her, and now, as he draws nearer, she too sees and recognizes him. 1 he knowl edge thns gained so surprises her that she very nearly falls off her high bank. and then grows very charmingly rosy, aud as charmingly confused. It is none other than the young man who had helped to restore tlic carriage to its legitimate position. (WAITER IV. "It Is really you?" cries he, with unaf fected delight, coloring warmly. "It is rou. too." replies she. reflectively. and as though it Is a little unfair to throw all the personalities at her. "So It is," says he, smiling gayly. "You wanted me? I hope you had not to call often?" "Very often," smiling, too, and jumping down off her pedestal. "I thought I should never make you hear. Do you know the road to Greycourt? I don t. "I do. It Is a tedious way, and com' plicated, ltiit If you will permit me to go with you and show it to you, Miss Dy sart? ' "Oh, no. No, indeed. It is giving you quite too much trouble, and how do you know my name?" asks she, with a shy glance at him from under her long lashes. "I asked somebody in the village," con fesses he, honestly, "and he told me you were Mr. Dysart's niece. You don't mind that, do you?" "No. I, too, heard of you," she says, "but Qen I didn't take for granted every thing that was told me." . "What did you hear of me?" "That you were a young man 'down from Lunnon town, an' as full o' tricks as a egg's full o' mate,' " replies she, de murely, evidently quoting somebody, and with a glance so "full o' tricks" on her own account that he laughs in spite of himself. "Well," says he, "I'm not from 'Lun non town,' certainly, and I hope I'm not a greater wretch than my fellows. As to my 'tricks,' I don't believe I've one." , "If not from London, from where?" i "Rnther close to you. My sister lives just over the border of this county, a matter of twenty miles or so; and I spend most of my time with her." "It wus a very good thing for my sister and me that you came fishing," says Gri selda; "or I suppose we should both be now either dead or dying." Here she looks round her. "Have we very much further to go?" , '.'About a mile." "I wish It was less," nervously. "I am afraid Vera will be frightened at my long absence, and and that my uncle will be angry." "Perhaps he won't hear of It, says Mr. Peyton, hopefully. Griselda shaker her head. "He looks just like a person who would hear everything," she says. "I'yp heard a good deal about him off and on. People will talk, you know, and he's eccentric, Isn't he?" "If you mean weak In mind you were never further out In your life," says Gri selda, mournfully. "He Is all mind. In my opinion. There Isn't a weak spot in him. By the by, have you ever been to Greycourt?" "No. I've often thought I should like to go on some Wednesday or other." Some Wednesday I What Wednesday? And why Wednesday? Griselda Is dis tinctly puzzled, but hardly likes to ask a question on the subject. "It's a quaint old house," she says, "and might be lovely, I think, If the trees were cut away and some sunlight let Into it, and a little furniture. It's empty, positively empty." "Surely you forget the galleries?" Bays he. "Is It Indeed possible that you do not know that those pictures of your an cestors are absolutely priceless? Pure Lelys and Kncllers, Gnlnsboroughs und Reynolds. Why, those galleries at Grey court, I've often heard my father say, are ubout the finest In England. Your uncle Is good enough to open them to the pub lic every first Wednesday In the month at the very trilling charge of half a crown." "Why!" cries Griselda, flushing so hot a color that the tears grow within her eyes. "Oh, you can't mean that." "Well, why not?" says the young man, boldly, preparing with a stout courage to defend a vile cause. "It Is to Improve the tastea of the multitude that he does It, of course. And If he chooses to repay himself for the wear aud tear of his ear pet, who shall say he has not common sense on his side?" At this moment the chimneys of Grey court shone through the Interstices of the Uces on her left, nnd, with the knowl edge that she had gained her home, cimcs, too, the sound of running water, and the thought that all through her re turn walk through the leafy woods that music had rushed ns a chorus to her words. "Ah! now I know!" cries she, stopping abruptly, ami looking full at her com panion, who grows somewhat guilty In appearance. "That noise of running wat er! that Is the river that Hows beneath Greycourt. If I had only followed it I need not have given you all this trouble." "It U no trouble." says he, plainly. She holds out to him )ier hand. "Good by," she says, gently. "Oh, not good-by, I hope," returns he. anxiously, taking the slim little hand nnd holding k as wnnnly ns he dares, per haps more closely than he Is quite aware. "1 shall sec you again?" "Oh. no. No. Indeed," softly. "You must not think that. Uncle Gregory does not permit us to know our neighbors. He lifts his hnt and Griselda. giving him a rather solemn little salute, turns away from him. A second later, however, she finds him again beside her. "It there is nil the appearance of coin- ins rain in the sky," he says, gravely. "Don't you think so? I fear we shall have a perfect storm before long. I thought I'd tell you, so that you might get as much good out of these wood ns possible before the deluge, this week now, might be tine, but I should not an swer for the next; nnd, indeed. If sou will permit me to advise you, 1 should reconv mend you to take a walk to-morrow. Who shall say that rain might not fall the day after?" Who, Indeed? It seems the soundest reasoning. So Griselda, having shown herself Impressed by it, inclines her head to him once more, nnd, a turn in the path hiding htm at last from view, takes to her heels, nnd hnrd ly draws breath until, having found the small Iron gate that admits to the gar den at its lowest end, she enters by It and feels herself at last at home. On the hall doorsteps, as if lying In wait for her, stands Mrs. Grunch, the housekeeper. "Dear me, miss, and so you have re turned," says she. "Dear! but master will be main glad to bear of it. He was that upset by your absence that we daren't so much as approach him." Gri selda's blood grows cold. "Hut now he'll be sure to tell you himself bow glad he Is to see you back safe and sound." CHAPTER V. Mrs. Grunch, as Griselda left her, turn ed nside, and with darkened brow made for the library, Mr. Dysart's usual abid ing place. .Not finding him here, she hurries onward down the hall, until she comes to a heavy curtain, once handsome, now moth-eaten and dingy, and pushing it aside, reveals a long flagged passage. with a high, narrow door at the extreme end. Stooping as she comes to it, she peers through the keyhole, and finding it emp ty, tries, with a cautious, quiet grasp, the handle of the door to find the latter locked. Still very cautiously he slips her hand into her pocket, draws out a key, well oiled, nnd inserting k in the keyhole, softly opens the door. A gnm smile overspreads her face as she looks toward the further end of the room. There, on his knees beside n cab inet, kneels Mr. Dysart. It is open, ami Mr. Dysart, In his worn and shabby old coat, is kneeling before the secret open ing, gloating openly upon its contents. Piles upon piles of yellow sovereigns are so built one on the top of the other that they reach from one narrow resting place to the other above, and so on. Dull, heavy gold that scarcely glitters, save in the eyes of the wretched miser bending over them. Yet It Is not so much on the money as on a paper he holds In his hand that Ids attention is concentrated. He is so bent on the perusal of it that be hears neither the turn of the key m the lock nor the woman s entrance. And now, as u mali cious chuckle breaks from her, it so star tles him that he springs to his feet as If shot, and a Kb an1, horrid cry, that U almost a shriek, escapes him. Ills face has grown deadly white, great drops of sweat stand out upon his brow. "Comforting yourself with a look at it," says she, with a malignant leer. As she speaks she points not at the gold, but at the paper he has tightly clutched In his hand. "How did you come here, woman?" de mands he, in a shrill tone. lie Is trem bling, aud with nervous fingers presses the paper Into the secret recess In the cab inet, and shuts to the oaken woodwork. Why, through the door," retorts she. sullenly. "How else? You should remem ber to lock It when engaged on work like this." "I could have sworn I locked it," says he, still slinking. "See! here is the key In my pocket. I tell you, with Increas ing agitation, "I did lock it. Are you a fiend that you can follow me through bolted doors?" "Hush! Don't give way to foolish fan cies. And after all, why need my com ing fluster you? Surely," with n mock ing air, "your occupation was an Inno cent one; you were but refreshing your self with' a glimpse of " "He silent, woman! Are you mad?" cries he, lifting his arms like one in mor tal fear. "You're but a poor sort after all," she says, contemptuously. "Too poor for faith or trust of auy sort. What! can you not even believe in me, who has served you and yours long and faithful for forty years? Is It likely I'd betray you now for his children?" "Ay, he served you falsely once," says Gregory Dysart, a savor of pleasure hi his tone, "He took my best my life, my soul the heart of everything," nays Bhe, slow ly beating one withered hand upon the other, "Though years have rolled by I have not forgotten; I shall not forget at all. When first I saw them I felt as though, If power were given me, I could have blasted as they stood those insolent hussies upstairs." Something out of the goodly past, some vague touch of decency belonging to the days when he was young niul happy, and when honor was still n word to which he dung with nil his might, renders this course epithet, ns applied to the pretty or phans committed to his care, Insupport able. "You hardly remember, perhaps, that yon are shaking of my nieces," he nays with an angry frown. "1 lolly toltyl None of your nlr with mis" snys she, sternly. She advances a step nearer to him. "Rememlcr, Dysart, that I can either make or mar you. 1, and 1 only." "I would I were sure of that," says he, moodily, "lint Have you forgotten Sedley? He knew." "Pish! He's dead; let htm rest. What a one you are to worrit I Twenty years Hi'il more, nnd no sign of him, and I ask you was he the one to remain quiet, It he saw a way to forcing a sovereign out of you?" "True, true," s.lys Dysart, eagerly catching at this suggestion. "And yet I would give much to know that he wus lu the grave." "Ay, and I In mine! I know you," says she, with an evil look. "You fear me." "I fear nothing," snya he, coldly, "What," says she, slowly, regarding him closely; "not even that your son should know?" She pauses, pleased with her work. All at once, as it were, on hearing this ques tion, the old man quails before her like a beaten hound. The life goes out of him, he seems to shrink into himself, und puts out his hands us though to ward oil some fatal blow. "Not that. Anything but that," h mutters, feebly. "Well, don't drive me to it," says she, sulkily. "Remember, It was for him I did It," cries he, sharply. "After all my love, my care, my secrecy, to have It now laid bare to him! 1 tell you" his lingers working convulsively "rather than that he should know, it seems to me that it would be a sweet and simple thing to murder him who would betray me." "I'm not going to ln-tray you," says she. "And as for saying 'twas for him you did it, why " "For him. For his sake only." "Partly, 1 think,'' says she, drjly. "Entirely; altogether. What other crea ture had I to love me to love? His mother, ns you know, hated me; and when she died I was glad," says he, crushing his fingers together. "Yet the deed was scarcely necessary If done for lilm," says Grunch, holding her ground. "That old aunt of his the mother's sister put want out of the ques tion for him." "I knew nothing of her desire to make him her heir then." "You know it now, anyway," says she, with a nasty sneer. "And It is never too late to mend to find by accident that paper you have just locked up." "I have thought of it," says he, with lowered brow and eyes bent upon the ground, "dreamed of it; nnd all my dreaming has but convinced me that things had better stay as they now are. Into what better hands could they have fallen? Who would have husbanded It all like me? You know the cure, the trouble, the sleepless days and nights I have devoted to the management of of It. Ji'ou know whether it has evyr been a joy to me rather a grief, a wenrydrg of the flesh, a curse!" The word comes from between his lips with a little hissing sound. "Rut it is all for him, for him," he says, in a dying tone. With restless, feeble steps he begins to pace the room. "He liellevcH In me. He tmwfs me; he alone now! Itut if ever he were to learn the truth he would spurn me from him. I swear to you" he tnnw and fixes his burning eyes on hers "I'd strangle you with these hands, holding them out be fore her, trembling with passion, yet strong and lithe, "before the words could pass your Hps." "I'm not going to play traitor. I've told you that," says she. frowning. "I've had a ebance before this If I wished to do it; and I'm not going to help his ch.ldren, whatever happens." Her brow grows black and her eyes lighten. "May curses follow him wherever he be, even through the gates of death!" "Amen," says Dysart, carelessly. Then, In a different tone: "Seaton Is coming home to-morrow." "You have a design," says she, fixing her sharp eyes on him with n searching regard. "True; and I think well of mentioning It to you," says Dysart, slowly. "After long mid careful thought I have decided on abandoning more ambitious schemes and wedding him to my elder niece, Vera." (To be continued.) Clilneso Compliments. There Is one point lu which Chinese etiquette, so often absurd, Is much more sensible than ours. That Is In Ita failure to regard the Imputation of ma. ture age ns u discredit to cither man or woman, or, on the other hand, the Im putation of youthfulncss as a compli ment to persons of either sex. An ex ample of Chinese politeness, connected' with the visit of the Prince nnd Prin cess Henry of Prussia to Shanghai, It amusing, ns it reflects on our own false notion "of the complimentary In such matters. TheGennan prince nnd princess were visiting u notable miinilnrln, one of whoso first questions to the prince this being nn Invariable mutter of Chi nese politeness wuh: "How old are you?" "A llttlo more than thlrty-slx," an swered the prince, smiling. "Indeed!" wild the mandarin. "Your highness nppenrs fifty." The mandarin then turned to tho In terpreter Herr Volght, a German nnd Inquired the princess nge. She nn swered, "Thirty-two." The Interpreter Interpreted, nnd the mandarin mtidu a remark In Clilneso evidently Intended to bo complimentary. The Interpreter blushed uneasily, und hesitated to translate the remark. The prince saw the difficulty, and laughingly com manded: "Out with It Volght!" "He says," the Interpreter then trans lated to the princess,' "that your high ness looks like sixty!" Ho had meant It well, and of course, the princess had sense enough not to take it ill- Tho sweetest type of heaven Is borne. Here is a new game, which Is causing n great deal of amusement at social gatherings In Europe. Two boys or young men are blindfolded, and In the right liiind of each Is placed a stout roll of paper In the form of a club or cudgel. The players then have to lie down on the carpet and to grasp each other by the left bund. There upon the fun Ix'gln. One of the players asks the other: "Are you there?" When the answer "Yes" comes he raises his right hand nnd strives to bit with his cudgel tho spot where, from the sound of the voice, he supposes the other player's head to be. The other player, however, Is nt perfect liberty to move his head nfler h has answered "YcV and the result Is that In nine eases out of ten the blow misses his head and falls on Ills shoulders or some other part of his body. In that ease It Is his turn to retaliate, and so the game goes on Indefinitely, the sole object of the player who asks the question being to strike the other player's head and that of the player who answers to save his bead from being struck. CAPTIVE WOIX LEADS v OTIICliS TO SLAUGII1ER. For several months Wenilelln Krlscli, n trapper residing near Nestnrlu, Midi., has m frequent Intervals nciitvd tit the Comity Clerk's olllce with wolf pelts mi which lie has been paid Hie homily of $17 iipleeo. In the iiggregnle he bus drawn a large smii. The suc cess of the trapper lias caused cunsld cmhle speculation ns to the methods he followed, the wolves being cry cumilug, slimming poison anil not often being; trapped. Now Krlsch's secret bus leaked out. It develops that some months ago lie managed to catch n female wolf In n trap. He Imllt u large yard near his shanty und in it keeps the wolf, fast ened lo n long chain. Her howls bring wolves from miles nroiiud, nnd the trapper, sitting In his cabin, calmly shoots them at bis leisure. In every section of the peninsula the wolves lire reported unusually numer ous this your. The deer In consequence arc suffering disastrously, ns the many carcasses seen In the woods testify, und lately even men have been at tacked. Only ii ilny or two ago there was n case of the latter kind In Dickin son County. Claude Freekleton, em ployed ns n cook at u logging camp six miles from Floodwood, started In the evening to wnlk to the village. When half the distance he heard something running toward him. anil, turning, saw n wolf elose by. The man. not being armed, wus badly frightened. The yelps of the wolf were answered by others, anil soon four more of the ATTACKED IIV WOI.VKfl. animals bad Joined their companions. Freekleton luckily managed to find a club, mid thus armed, began whacking away. The hungry animals would cir cle around lilm and snap at his legs, and whenever they came near enough he would strike nt them. In this milli ner the three remaining miles were traveled. Freekleton expected every mliiule would be bis Inst, until finally when Just ut the outskirts of the town the wolves miide a concerted rush. Tho leader wns laid low with the club, nnd the man turned und ran to safety, the wolves, frightened nt the proximity of the houses giving up the chase. SEASON TOR DEHORNING, Winter Is the time of the year when experts upon tho big cattle ranches of the West do wonders In dehorning. The long born has been cast aside. The cattle fare better with short horns, do not Injure each other, and may bo herded, corraled ami shipped closer to gether than they could be did they wear tho great spreading horns with which the popular mind associates tho Texas steer. Out ou the Ills ranches they round tho cattle In for dehorning. The de horuer Is ns much an expert In his Hue as the rope thrower Is In his. The cat tle are corraled nnd at tho exit, where but one steer may puss at a time, Is it small pen, called the stock. At the closed end Is nn opening between bars sufficiently largo to lead the steer to thrust bis head through. Three men stand waiting for lilm. 0m; of them throws down a wooden bar which clamps the animal In a vise-like grip and holds his bend where ho hus thrust It. Tho dehnrners stand upon tho right and left. They carry Inng-linnilled steel clippers, and when tho steer la caught In tho stock they throw these over the horns and snip them off In a Jiffy. Tho bar Is raised and tho steer la released to mako room for another. III it day ii skilled ilclioruci- cull clip li thousand burns, At the more uoiilicrn rntiebes the tie bonier Hikes precautions against the dehorned cuttle taking cold. When the born In clipped n gouge Is used to hollow out the stub of the born. Tar Is thrust Into this, scaling It und pro tecting the unlmtil against colli. The dehoruer ordinarily goes around with his outfit like ii thrtisher goes from Till: III IIOIIMMI I'ltOt IMS. I farm to farm thrashing wueiit. A de horning outfit consist of Hie stock, which Is not loo large to be carried In a wagon, a clipper or saw, a gouge and u quantity of tar. WAS CONVERTING, HIS WIFE. Hlic Wus nn "Onue nrriilrd" Sinner mid lie Wuutud llerln tho Fold. Ills mime was Peskle Roberts ami be was finis I by his frightened and bruised wife ut yesterday's police mati nee. "Well. Peskle," said Recorder RroylejitxlU'fr-'L-JiaiUiiUi' JiSWJ beating your wife. "Who dat scz I bin beatln' mer wife?" came the counter-question from Peskle. "Your wife snys so," the recorder re plied. "Den call her ter tie Jedgmliit seat," cried out Peskle somewhat dramatic ally. Mrs. Peskle rame lo tho-frout trem bling like tin aspen hough III a cyclone. ".ledge llrlles," Mild Mrs, Peskle as her teeth chattered. "I luiln't liebber sed rite out dat Peskle lister beat me. I unly tol' tie perllce dat he lister bent me an' dat p'raps he iiiout bent me now an' den of he tuk ile minium." "When was the hist time he beat you?" the recorder nsked. "He hain't teched me sence nlte 'fore las'," stilted Peskle's wife, with it ring of triumph In her voice. "Donn yer h'nr dat. .ledge Hrlles." ex claimed Peskle, as If he saw vindica tion hovering ubout lilm. "Tell me." snhl the recorder to the prisoner, "what makes you beat your wife at all?" "Now yer's cummin' ter dc meat lu do sausage mill," Peskle replied. "I b'longs ter de church, .ledge Utiles, an' mer wife am still tin ongeneriited sin ner. I done mer best ter make her git Inter de fol nn' de las' flng I tried wus de hle'ory. an' I bllebs ef der per llce will lemme lone I'll git her inter de church wld dat." "Ten nnd costH," announced the re corder, says the Atlanta Constitution. "If you want to whip religion Into your wife, Peskle, you will have to get out side the city limits." MniiduriiiH mill Corruption. Speaking of the corruption prevalent among the mandarins of China, n writ er In Temps says "The collector of one of the southern ports, for Instance, draws a salary of O.fiOO tnels from tho government, yet his real Income from his olllce amounts to d.'O.OO fuels a year, lu addition, he speculates In opium and rice." Every mniidiirln without exception Is In busliK'SH. Availing himself of his olll dill position, he buys rice at an iiiiunii ally low price lo sell II at tin exorbitant figure In the faiulne-strlckeii provinces. Sometimes he will build a toll gate on a road near his mansion anil levy trlli ute on passing teams, or he may find a pretext to cut off the water supply from some prosperous fanner, so ns to charge lilm '1,000 or n.OOO tuels for the use of water. All this Is borne by his victims without a murmur, In Arizona. "Ho called Alkali Ike a liar and n horse thief." "And he's dead-right there, 1 soy." "Yes, ho was dead right there, suro enough." Philadelphia Press. A man muy not thoroughly realize what a small figure he cuts In the world, but when ho Is fifty or sixty years old ho begins to have suspicion that arc very uear the truth. An lnlrvlw Willi lleoigt. V. lli.iiiiiiniiil, f ii urn. Wixb . "''" lullia I rUin'ileni'i'. The money lost nnnuiilly by skilled workmen ol nil occupations HKiiroM up to millions of dollars und Ih lioeninllig greater every cur. This a mil of iey represents mainly time IhI nnd the serious effect upon the Hoelnl com fort of the workliigiuoii und their (am tiles Is evident. Mr. George V. Hum inonil, of Tueouui, Wash., wild Hi other day: "I Imve lost my chare of tlinu but I inn thankful t s-av Unit I Imvo not Ihh-ii losing any of Into. ' v "You don't look us If you much through sickness." "No, mid I don't feel so. laid remains Unit 1 was u mini. I took cold along 111 hail lost lint the very sick 1KHII mid niul rlmllliiiltlslll willed lu III V iiruiH shoulders. 1 suffered for three yearn nnd nothing relieved me uutlll In April, 1801!, ti"in tlui recommendation f my sister, I began tho use of Dr. Williams' I'lnk 111 1m for Palo 1'eopln und found relief In Hie second box. I took live Inixkh In nil nnd now am entirely cured i,l litivit lull! III! Ilfl -nsloii to mo them j since." Mr. Until lid resides at No. 010 N. Steele el reel, Tiicoina, Wash., nnd ut the request of tlm resirler miiilii nlll- lnlttii Ills alsie statement Ixifnro .lames II, I)cgo, u notary piiblln, on ' .Inle A llini. There Is (i impular Idea Unit rheuma tism is ciiuhhI by cxH.nuro to cold mid Hint some localities are Infected with it mure than others. Such conditions irequeiitly pnuiiote the development of (lie ilieiiM, but, from the fuel that rheumatism runs in certain famillos, it is shown t bo lieridltary niul, con--eqiiently u iMmmki of the blissl. FrmiiiimtlyaitliiiMv.ilu.il, In whoso family rlieiiiiintim lias not occurred, develops the disease, and when a diag nosis of the en mi Is made, ll Is general iv foil I id that the ailment Is duo lo n derangement of the blood. External applications may afford torn iHirury relief, but to euro tho disease It is necessary to treat It through Uie I I i nl . Ir. Williams' I'lnk Pill for Pale I'coplo go directly to tho Mutof tho ills order, priilfylng and enriching the blood by eliminating Hilsounus ele ments and renewing health giving forces. They uro a jsisltivo specific not only for rheumatism, but for such discuses us locomotor ataxia, partial paralysis, St. Vitus dance, sciatica, liuu ralgia, rheumatism, nervous headache the aftereffects of grip or fevers, and of other acute diseases, palpitation of the heart, pale and sallow complexions und all forms of weakness, either in iiiulo or tonmlnr- Drr Wllllntiis' I'llik-l'IIU -for Pule People nro sold by nil dealers or will Ihi sent Histpiild on receipt of price, llfty ciiiiIh a Isix; six Isixes, two dollars nnd llfty cents, by nihlroslHiig Dr. Williams Modlcimi Company, Schenectady, N. Y. Ito siro lo got tliu genuine; substitutes never cured any body. Indian Territory Coal Deposits. Some idea of the value of tho coal ilessits in Indian territory can 1k gained when it is known the average thickness of the vein Is four feet, which will produce -1,1)00 tons to the acre. Thofo lands urn loafed in lots of 000 acres each, which means that :t, 1)00, 000 to I, (100,0110 tons can be produced by tliiico lousing the Inml. On this output tho Ichm'oh pay a royalty of eight cents a ton. The output during the last year was 1,0(10, l'J7, as against 1,400,441 tons the prevluos your. And They Marveled. "And what are you making?" wo nuked nf tlm Iiitellleent Arisuii. as wo 'admired the pluy of his brawny mus cles. "Makln'cowciitcliers for milk trains," he replied without looking up from his work. Whereat wo passed on, marveling greatly at tho intricacies of modem sci ence. Haiti more American, General Ruller's Wire. Lady Audrey llullor, the wife of Got). Sir Hcdvcrs Duller, is the daughter of thu fourth marquis of Tow'iisond, and was tin) widow of tho lion. (1. T. How ard when tlm famous general won her hand. Shu is an exceedingly popular woman. Carl Cadogan'i Immense Estate. Some idea of Karl Cadogiiii's vfonltli may bo gathered from the fact that some 1!) or 11 years ago ho oxpnndiul a quarter million pounds on the purchase of tho Culfonl estate, in Suffolk, mid the rebuilding of the lioues. Shortly ufter this he prosonlod an exteiiHivusito in Chelsea, known us Illocklands, to the Ciililiuoss trust, for tho erection of workmun's dwellings. It is probable that during the nuxt few years ills wealth will bo doubled. Wind. Up of Mourning Period, The year's court mourning for tho Into Quean Victoria will come to an etui ou .lanuary 'i'l. If the opening of parliament should take place, as is ex pected, on tlio following day, it will ha tlui first full stiito cercinnnllal function of tlie new reign, Ou tlm npunlng day of tho Hiaiion tlm king will ho accom panied by tho queen and by all tho inoniborH of the roynl family who muy be then in England, lias Voted Many Years. , John Strtink, of Strouilshtirg, Pa,, 0,'( years old, failed to voto at tho full election for tho first time since iio bo came of ngo, and thou only bocatiFO his Mm was unable tti drive with him on oloction day to tho polling place, which is 11 miles from his homo.