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.