Bohemia nugget., February 07, 1902, Image 2

CIIAPTEIt VI.
The lattt stroke of eight dies out from
the olil clock In the hall ns Senton Dysart
enters the drawing room. The extreme
dluginess and Bloom of that melancholy
apartment winks into him as he moves
rather discontentedly, lint with a man's
unfailing Instinct, toward the hearth-rug..
It Is not all gloom, however, as he pres
ently discovers. In this dreary place. Some
one rises languidly from a low chair a
girl, a lovely girl, as be Instantly admits
and advances about the eighth part of
an ordinary foot toward him.
They are wonderfully alike, the father
and son, and yet how wonderfully un
like. It soonis impossible that with ex
pressions so utterly at variance so strong
a resemblance can exist, yet it is there.
The one. the old face, mean, cringing,
suspicious, wicked; the other, cold, honor
able, earnest and beautiful. The girl,
watching him with distrust in her eyes,
reluctantly acknowledged Uils last fact.
"I'm extremely sorry if I've kept you
wnltlug for dinner," he says, advancing
at a quicker pace, once nc sees mi- iui-hj
girl in white, and holdiug out his hand.
"But the fact is I was dreadfully tired
when I arrived, and I'm rather afraid 1
fell asleep.
"The day is warm." says she, coldly.
The likened to his father seems clearer
to her as he speaks, and kills for her ull
tin- charm of his face.
"Very; but I don't fancy my absurd fit
of laxiness arose from that. Hather from
the fact that 1 haven't had a wink of
sleon for the. last two nights.
"Two nights!" saya she with a faint
accession of Interest. "Toothache? Sick
friend?" .
"Oh, no. Dall cards," returns he, con
clsely.
"Ah!" says she, this time rather short'
"You are Griselda, I suppose?" says
he, pleasantly.
"Why should you suppose it?" asks she,
with a faint smile.
"True. Why should I?" returns he.
laughing. "Perhaps because, with a
steady look at her, "I have been told that
my cousin Griselda is a person possessed
of a considerable amount of of charac
ter."
"By that you mean that you have heard
Griselda is self-willed," saya she, calmly.
"And ns it is evident you think I look the
part also, I am afraid you must prepare
yourself to meet two self-willed cousins
I am not Griselda."
It she had fancied that this announce
ment would have put him out, she is un
deceived in a moment.
"No?" says he. looking distinctly amus
ed. "There is comfort in the thought that
I cannot again fall Into error, because you
must be Vera."
"Yes, I am Vera," slowly.
"I fear you will find It very dull down
here."
"Your father has been very good to us;
more than kind," interrupts she, gently,
bat with decision. "lie has given us a
heme."
"I should think he would be very glad
to get you here," says he. At this mo
ment Griselda enters the room. A charm
ing Griselda, in white, like her sister, and
with a flower in her sunny hair. She
trips up to Scaton and gives him her hand
nd a frank smile, that has just the cor
rect amount of coquettish shyness in It.
A man, to Griselda, no matter out of
what obnoxious tribe he may have
prung, is always a creature to be gently
treated, smiled upon and encouraged.
"So you're come at last to this Castle
of Despair," Bays she, saucily. "I must
say, you took time to look us up. But 1
don't blame you; life down her is too live
ly for most. It has quite done up Vera
and me."
The dismal sound of a cracked old din
ner gong breaks In at this Instant on Gri
selda's speech. They all rise and cross
the hall to the dining room, but just In
side it a momentary hesitation takes
place. Dysart going to the foot of the
table. Vera stops short, as if In some
surprise, to look at him, question in her
eyes.
"You will take the head of the table,
I hope," says he, in a low tone, divining
her perplexity.
"But " quickly, and then a pause.
"If you wish It, of course," she Bays, with
swift uplifting of the brows and an al
most Imperceptible shrug.
Her manner somehow irritates him.
"J wish It, certainly," says he, coldly.
"But I wish still more to see you do only
thnt which you like."
"I have few likes and dislikes," replies
she, still in that utterly emotionless tone;
and sweeping past him, she seats herself
at the head of the table.
As for Griselda, the little jar In the so
cial atmosphere around her goes by un
noticed, so overcome is she by the un
wouted magnificence of the sight before
her, a decent dinner table at Oreycourt.
She looks round her and loses herself a
little in the touch of fairyland the room
present. It Is. as it were, an echo from
the past, a glimpse into the old life when
her father still lived, that she hardly
knew was dear to her until she had los!
it. The glitter of the silver, the glass,
the lutein1 perfume of the glowing llow
erp, the rich tint of the fruits, all seem
part of n dream; a sweet one, too.
Mr. Dysart Is wondering why both girls
should have taken so Instantaneous u df s
like to liiin. As u rule, women were civil
enough; yet here were two to whom he
was an utter stranger, and aggressive
was the only word he could apply to their
looks and words, though both were stu
diously polite.
"Dp you stay long?" asks Griselda pres
entlyi looking at her cousin.
"I don't know how you may view It,
I return to town the day after to-morrowvery
early on that day. Whether
I must or must not work for my living
.is a thing that does not concern me. I
work you will hardly believe It in this
, prosaic age but I actually seek after
fame. I should like to get on in my pro
fession; to be More than a mere trliler."
"You ore charming," says Griselda,
saucily. "Yon talk like a book a blue
book. But you have not told me why
your father will not let us see anyone,
why "
"Griselda!" says Miss Dysart. a little
sharply. She rises ns she speaks, and
Dysart opens the door for her. As
Griselda passes him he says, easily:
"I cnntibt tell you everything at once,
you see; but I dare say there will be time
given me. As for my father, he is ec
centric, and. I fear, hard to Uve with.
I But if ever I can help jou. call on me.
(riselu.1 gives him a smile for this, and
follows her sister Into the drawing room.
After all, he Isn't half bad," she says,
with a little nod.
"I was right, however. Did you ever
see- a father and son so like? asks Vera,
coldly.
CHAPTKK VII.
"Well, I'm off," says Griselda, poking
her pretty head into the summer house,
where Vera sits reading. It Is next day,
anil a very lovely day. too.
"l'or your ramble." says Vera, laying
down her book. "So you won't take my
advice? Very good. Go on, and you'll
see that you won't prosper." Her tone Is
half gay, half serious. "And don't be
long," entreats Vera, with a sudden rush
of anxiety. "Don't, now. Yes, I'm in
deadly earnest. There Is that man all
over the place, let loose, as it were, for
my discomfiture, and if he turns up in
this part of the world I suppose I shall
nave to talk to him.
"What a calamity!" says Griselda, with
a little reigned drooping of her mouth,
"In this barren wilderness even manna
may be regarded with rapture even Sen
ton! Better any man than no man,
say I.
"So say not I, then," with great spirit.
She has leaned forward unon her elbow.
and her eyes are brilliant with a little
suspicion of anger. "Give me a desert
Island rather than the society of a man
whom I know it will require only time to
teach me to detest. And how you can
call him so familiarly 'Seaton,' passes
'"J
A pause! An awful pause. Who Is it
that has turned the corner of the summer
bouse, and Is looking in at them with a
curious expression round his mouth? Gri
selda is the first to recover.
"Isn't it absurd?" she says, smiling
rather lamely. "But I assure you. Sea
ton, your sudden appearance quite took
away my breath. You should stamp when
you come to a house like this. The grass
all round is so thick."
"Too thick!" says Dysart, with a swift
glance at era, who has lost all her color.
"Kor the future I shall try to remember.
I am very sorry I startled you." lie has
addressed himself entirely to Griselda,
unless that one lightning glance of con
temptuous reproach cast at Vera could
be counted. "But I was on my way to
one of the farms, and this is the lowest,
the nearest path to It. I shall never cease
to regret" here he stops dead short, and
turns his eyes unreservedly on Vera
"that I did not take the upper one."
He makes both girls a slight bow, and
walks swiftly onward on the unlucky
path he bad chosen.
"Oh, Vera, do something!" cries Grisel
da, In a small agony of consternation,
clasping her hands. Vera, thus admon
ished, springs to her feet, and, driven
half by honest shame and half by im
pulse, rushes out of the summer house
and runs nftcr Dysart as he is fast dis
appearing through the shrubs. Keaeh-ng
him, panting and pale with agitation, she
lays her hand timidly upon his arm.
"I am so grieved," she says, her charm
ing face very pained, her Hps white.
There are moments when one hardly
knows what one says, and "
There are such moments, certainly."
says he, interrupting her remorselessly.
nut tney can nanny be classed with
those In which the calm confidences of
one sister are exchanged with the other.
And why should you apologize? I assure
you, you need not. I do not seek for or
desire nnyth.ng of the kind."
It almost seems to her that he has
shaken her hand from his a.m. Draw
ing back, she sees him proceed upon his
way, and then returns to Griselda.
"I really think I hate him," Bays Vera,
vehemently. The recollection of his con
temptuous glance, the way in which he
had disdained her apology above all,
that sl'.ght he had offered her when he
had displaced her hand from his arm all
rankle in her breast, and a hot How of
shame renders her usually pale face bril
liant. "There, never mind him," she says,
with a little frown, "lie is not staying
long, fortunately, and this episode will
bear good fruit of one tort at least. He
will not trouble me with his society while
you are away. Now hurry, GrUidda, do."
GrKclda, with a light laugh, drawn ir
resistibly by the gorgeous loveliness of
the lights and shadows of the land btlow,
runs down the pathway and is soon lost
to view.
When she returns over nil hour later
she discovers to her amazement, that
Vera Is still In it.
"You are miserable about that wretch
ed nlTnlr of the morning," cries Griselda.
"Never mind it. If you will come to din
ner I promise you to do ull the talking,
mid ns It has to be endured I do entreat
you to keep up your spirits."
"Oh, yes. There Isn't a decent chance
of escape," says Vera, wearily.
" "Sh!" cries 'Griselda, softly, putting
up her hand; the sound of coining foot
steps, slow, deliberqte footsteps purpose
ly made heavier, smites upon their ears.
"oUud dieavenst Here he Is," Bays
Griselda, and indeed they have barely
time to' put on a carefully unconscious
demeanor, when Seaton Dysart darkens
the door of the bummer house, and looks
coldly down on them.
"They told mo I should find you here,"
he soys, speaking to. Vera. "I have come
to say gnod-by."
"But surely you are not going so soon
not before dinner, not to-nlghtl" cries
Griselda, thunderstruck by this solution
of their dllQculty, and a little sorry, too.
I "I inn going now. Oood-by," holding
1 out his hand to her with u determination
not to be changed. Grlseldn tnkes It nud
shakes It genially, nay, warmly. His hu
mor Is decidedly hostile, and if he lie
qunlnts the old father of their Incivility
Anything to propitiate him. she tells her
self, will be the correct thing, nnd she
grows positively friendly toward him,
nnd beams upon hint with gentle entreaty
lu her eye.
"If you must go, do us one service
first," she says. "Do you see that rose?"
-a rather unkempt nnd straggling speci
men of Its kind that trails In linnduilred
disorder just outside the door. "It has
bullied me tunny a time, but you are tall,
oh, taller than most; will you lift these
nwkwnrd tendrils, nnd press them back
into shape?"
She Is smiling divinely nt him, a smlta
thnt Tom Peyton would have given sev
eral years of his life to possess; but I)y
salt Is disgracefully unmoved by It, nud,
refusing to return It, steps outside, nnd,
with n decidedly unwilling air, proceeds
to lift the drooping tendrils and reduce
them to order.
Griselda. naturally a girl of great re
source, relies the opportunity she bus
herself provided. Catching Veru's arm,
she draws her back out of sight.
"Now's your timet" she says. "Sny
something. Do something. It doesn't
matter what, but for henven's sake
smooth him down one way or another! It
you don't you'll have the old mini down
upon us like "
"I can't," gasps Vera, fearfully.
"You must." Insists Griselda, sternly.
"It's impossible to know what sort of
nan he is. If revengeful, he can play
old Harry with us!"
Without waiting to explain whnt par
ticular game this mny menu, or the full
significance thereof, she steps lightly out
side nnd gazes with undisguised rupture
upon Dysnrfs work.
Dysart returns to the summer house
with nil the manner of one in mad haste
to be gone. It is merely n part of an un
pleasant whole, he tells himself, that he
must first say n chillingly courteous wonl
or two of farewell to the girl who has
openly declared toward 111 in such an un
dying animosity.
"I am afraid," says Vera, speaking
with cold precision, ns one delivering her
self of nil unloved lesson, "that you are
going nwuy thus abruptly because of
what you heard me sny this morning."
"You nre right. Thnt is why I am go
ing," replies Dysart, calmly.
"Yes?" in a chilling tone, and with
faintly lifted brows. "I regret exceed
ingly thnt I should have so unfortunately
offend you, but to go for that it nil
sounds a little trivial, don't you think?"
"Not by going, I think. I don't see how
I can do otherwise. Why should I make
you uncomfortable? But you mny call
it trivial if you like, to talk of detesting
a man you have only seen for nn hour
or two, and who In those hours " He
pauses. "Did I make myself so specially
objectionable?" demands he, abruptly,
turning to her with something that Is
surely anger, but as surely entreaty, in
his eyes.
"As I told you before," indifferently,
"one says foolish things now nnd then."
"Would you have me believe you did
not really mean whnt you said?"
"I would not have you believe any
thing," returns she, haughtily. "I only
think it a pity that you should curtail
your visit to your father because1 a
chance remark of mine that cannot pos
sibly affect you in any way."
"Is that bow you look at It?"
"Is there any other wny? Why should
you care whether or not I detest you I,
whom you saw for the first time yester
day?" "Why, Indeed!" He regards her ab
sently, as if trying to work out in his
own mind the answer to this question,
and then, suddenly:
"Nevertheless, I do care," he says,
with a touch of vehemence. "It is the
Injustice of It to which I object. You
had evidently determined beforehand to
show me no grace. I defy you to deny
It! Come, can you?"
Miss Dysart is silent. Th i very Im
petuosity of his accusation ha ' deadened
her power to reply, nud besld s, is there
not truth in it? Had she not prejudged?
"By the bye," he says, "I am afraid
you will have to put up with me for a
few hours every week. I shall promise
to make them ns short as I possibly can.
But my futher likes to see me every sev
en days or so, and I like to sec him. Do
you think," a slight smile crossing his
face, "you will be able to live through
It?"
"I huve lived through a good muny
things," says Vera, her dark eyes ullatiic.
"That gives you a chance here; prac
tice makes perfect. I am sorry to bf
obliged to Inconvenience you to fur, but
if I stayed nway, I am afraid my father
might want to know why. He might
even be so absurd as to miss me."
"Why should you tnke it for granted
that I desire your nbsence?" cries Vera,
her voice vibrating with anger. "Come,
remain, or stay away forever what is it
to me?"
And It wns thus thnt they parted.
(To be continued.)
Not to He ISelkril,
A comparison mndo by nn old car
penter twenty years ago mny lie up
plied In a much wider sense than lie
had in mind. He was speaking of two
boys, brothers, who had been hunt to
him to leant the trade. They wore
bright boys, nnd their fnthcr, In telling
the carpenter of his pleasure nt thulr
progress In their work, said he could
not sec but one hand linil done Just us
well us the other.
"Uin-m!" said the carpenter. "I pro
mime to say their work looks about ol
u piece, but I'll toll you the difference
betwixt those two boys. You glvo Kd
just the right tools, mid he'll do u real
good Job; but Cy, If he hasn't got what
lie needs, he'll mnko his own tools, and
say nothing about It.
"If I was ousted on n desert Island
nnd wanted a box opened, I should
know tbere'd bo no use asking Kd to do
It, without I cou'.d point hi in out a
hammer.
"But Cy!" added the old carpenter,
with a snap of his lingers. "Tho lack
of a hammer wouldn't stump that boy!
He'd have something rigged up nnd
that box opened, If thero was any open
to It! I expect Gy's going to march
ahead of Ed all his life."
Twenty years hnve proved tho truth
of tho words, for while tho boy who
"made his own toots" Is rich, his broth
er Is still an ordinary workman.
REVENGE Ob1 LOVERS.
HIDICULOUS ESCAPADES OF
JECTED YOUNG. MEN.
RE.
l'cmllsli PrrnkM of Youths In Old Unix
litmt Olio Disappointed Hullor Went
to tlio Kxpcuso of " lhirj Inn " 111
Hx- KIiiiiccu'h A licet linm.
Whether tho Jilted lover feels thnt
lie bust been made to look so very foolish
that It really dues not matter how much
more foolish ho rIiowh himself to be, It
Is Impossible to say; but tho fact re
mains that when bo attempts "to get
his own back," to use u vulgar phrase,
ho generally descends to a degree of
ridiculousness dtltlclllt to exceed. Some
of bis foolish freaks nru recounted by
Tit-Bits. One salad youth recently star
tled and annoyed his erstwhile sweet
heart and got himself Into trouble with
the law by chartering u small, but mur
derously Inclined brass baud to piny
tho "Dead March" lu "Saul" under thu
lady's window. This Individual Is not
alone In the glory of bis ridiculousness;
Indeed he was only modestly following
In the footsteps of another young man
who had been similarly rejected. The
latter young man took revenge upon tilt
rejecter by giving her "constancy" n
Mutely funeral, very much to tho
amusement of tho good folks residing
lu bis town. Ho caused a death notice
to be Inserted lu the proper columns uf
all the local newspapers announcing
that the love and constancy of the
young lady had .succumbed to nn iittuck
of another young man oil u certain date.
Then he actually went to the expcn.su
of "burying" bis ox-llanceo's affections.
At noon one day n baud of some eight
or ten Instruments drew up in front uf
the young lady's bouse, and was
promptly followed by a closed hearse
and a single coach. Alighting quickly
from the couch the young man of mis
applied originality run quickly up the
steps of the lady's bouse, and Immedi
ately returned, pretending to bear some
heavy object reverentially on the palms
of bis hands. This imaginary some
thing was run Into the hearse and the
funeral cortege started to wend Its wuy
slowly through the streets towards the
cemetery, led by thu baud playing thu
"Dead March," and with the addle
bended young man as sole mourner.
Needless to sny, the procession caused
a good dent of sensation in the town,
mid by the time It had walked around
the boundary wall of thu cemetery It
was tho chief topic of local chatter, and
every one knew what was the meaning
of It. A few days later there was very
nearly a genuine funeral, for the young
lady's new lover met the old lover lu
the street, with a decided advantage In
favor of the former. A black eye and a
badly swollen mouth, to say nothing of
a bump on the back of tils head,
caused by contact with thu curb, must
have Impressed the young man that be
had gone to the expense of a funeral
for nothing.
A provincial tradesman may be said
to owe the nourishing condition of his
business to having been Jilted by tils
heart's choice, and taking revenge In
n manner which made him the talk of
Ills town, not a large one, by ttiu wny.
After an engagaement lasting the bet
ter part of two years the young woman
jilted her lover for a handsomer and
more prosperous tradesman from a
neighboring town. Hardly were the
words of rejection cold on her lips than
he set to the work of taking satisfac
tion for the affront. He shut up bis
shop and announced his death as hav
ing taken place on account of Mist
's heartless conduct to blin. He
had cards printed repeating the sad an
nouncement, and these he sent round to
tilt the young woman's friends and his
customers, nnd he advertised In the
local paper that his funeral would take
placo on a certain date. On the day ap
pointed, however, be placarded his shop
with a highly colored notice to the ef
fect that "the cause of all his troubles"
bad proved to be unworthy to die for,
uud that lie had consequently decided
to live and "resume his business on
Monday next." By this time, of course,
the affair was known to the whole
town, and when the shop opened on the
nil-important Monday thero was a
crowd of customers waiting.
WA8TE COAL ON RAILROADS.
It la a Ills Problem for the Tru im
portation Companies.
Excepting wages paid to locomotive
men, the largest single expense lu tho
operation of tho Wisconsin Central
rallwny Is for locomotlvo fuel, which
costs the company half a million dol
lars yearly. In other words, the com
pany pays $500,000 u year for the beat
to mnko thu steam to run Its locomo
tives. This fact, among others, has
led tho company to Issuu n set of spe
cial Instructions to engineers nnd fire-
ineii on economy lu fuel. Thu notion
Is n forerunner of similar proceedings
by other Chicago roads.
Tho question of fuel quantity, char
acter and use Is becoming n most se
rious one with nil railroads. It never
wns a trivial question. Even In tho
days of wastefulness when wood wns
consumed, the master mechanics had
much to trouble them. But tho sub
ject has become In more than a Joking
sense a "burning" question and radical
reforms aro now lu progress on West
ern roads.
A fireman Is now warned that lie can
do nothing that will so effectually
make steam, save coal nnd lighten his
tabor ns to keep tils bed of fire In such
condition thnt tho ulr Iiiih always easy
access through It to tlio fresh coal ho
puts on the fire. About HOO cubic feet
of nlr must pnss through tho engine
lire to glvo tho best results from tho
burning of each pouud of coal put
upon It.
Shovels such ns locomotives aro gen
erally provided with hold, when ordi
narily full, rourteen pounds of coal.
When nn engine Is lu need of n "lire,"
sometimes four shovelfuls will be scat
tered over the surface of the lire. I''our
shovclsfuhi of coal weigh llfty-slx
pounds, nud (tils quantity placed on the
lire lusts about three iiilniili'H when
thu engine Is in action. In order to
property consume this amount of coal
111,00(1 entile feet of nlr, or eight box
cars full, must pnss through the lire In
threo minutes to burn ttio coal so that
It will produce the greatest amount of
bent.
Tho old theory of engine llrlng pre
sumed that the lllemnii bad n great
deal of time to sit upon bis cab seat,
let n silk handkerchief iluiter from his
throat nud wink nt every pretty fann
er's daughter he saw. This Is the new
rule:
"It Is doubtful If climbing upon (he
sen Unix lor it short sitting after each
'lire' Is really as restful as koiiio tile
men Imagine. Evidently n mini does a
great deul of extra work when, In
climbing up mid down on thu scut box,
he lifts nud lowers Ills body two or
three feet L'UO or !I00 times u day."
The "popping" of an engine, a sound
extremely offensive to people when I lit
uiiichlliu Is In it city. Is the blowing off
of surplus steam through the safely
valve. The sound generally ludU-aies
thnt a poor engineer uud an Incompe
tent llremiiu are In charge of the en
glue. It bus been found that the waste
of steniii usually when an engine
"pops" or blows off surplus steam Is
equal lo the loss of about eight pounds
of coal half a shovelful, or nt Ihe ruto
of u shovelful a minute. Safety valves
usually remain open about half a min
ute, when they aro raised by surplus
pressure, mid the loss of lieat lu the
escaping Men m equals every seioud
that derived from the burning a quar
ter of a pouud of coal.
lu a little book Issued by the Wis
consin Central to Its llremen uud en
gine men engineers are particularly In
structed as to the cause of boiler explo
sions. Both wrought Iron uud sleel
boiler plates rapidly weaken when
heated butler than about KM) degrees.
Tills Is thu tciiipcruturc of steniii at
ja. pounds pressure. It Is known that
there Is no weakening of the strength
of the boiler plates at this tempera
ture; the weakening begins after thu
sheet Is hen ted over -100 degrees.
When 1,000 degrees hut the strength Is
reduced bU per cent, or four-lift lis.
Water covering completely the heating
surface of a boiler prevents overheat
ing, says the Black Diamond. But
with a hot Hie mid a bare crown sheet
probably ten or twenty seconds would
give time to heat thu metal to a tem
perature at which Its strength would
be wenkeiied enough to give way be
neath the heavy pressure upon It, fur
with 150 pounds working pressure
there Is over ten tons of pressure on
each square foot of the crown sheet.
Most explosions occur this wuy.
LEVELING TENDENCIES.
Member of t lit) Kiigllnb Aristocracy
lluve (June lulu Trudc.
Americans cannot lay claim to la-lug
the only people who now take the sen
sible view that no man Is degraded by
engaging lu u lawtul business. Eng
land Is coming round to ttiu same way
of thinking. It Is the aristocrats now
who serve many or the retail buyers
with groceries, vegetables, coal uud
other necessaries of life.
Lord Hampden Is said to supply the
best cream cheese, and his cans, tilled
with nil the fresh dairy produce of his
farm lu Sussex, go dally ou their West
End routes.
Lord Londonderry will deliver halt
a ton of coal with promptness. A grand
sou of William IV. prefers u mure retir
ing method of meeting the demands of
Ills customers. Through tho medium of
the post he sends out his packets of ten
ull over the country.
Among thu smaller shop-owners who
belong to thu old aristocratic families
of England is Lord Harrington, who
opened a shop u few years ago on bis
Loudon property, that he might suit
fruit and vegetables grown ut Elviiston
Castle. The Into Lord Wlnchllscn was
the pioneer of the fresh vegetable ru
sadu which started the shop lu Long
acre, where all kinds of British farm
produce mny bo bought ut thu lowest
prices.
Lord Portscouth has gone Into tho
mineral water trade, a bottling estab
lishment for which he has started. Thu
restaurant business seems In high fu
vor. Mr. Algy Burke was one of tho
first of thu "upper ten" to put his ener
gies Into tho management of a restau
rant Ho succeeded in making fashion-
able tho restaurant known as Willis'
Rooms. Two other young men of gentle
birth have gone Into the hotel business,
These uro the hulf-brother of Lord Tre
vor and Mr. Mostyn, of the family of
Lord Vntix of Hiirrowden. They liavo
opened a hotel ntu nuw walerlng-place,
Although thu Interest In millinery
shops owned and managed by society
women has somewhat abated, this Held
of trade has found new workers. A man
well known lu society Is the latest mill
iner. He has taken a shop In Bond
street, n short distance from one over
the door of which Is painted "Tho
Countess of Warwick," nnd under the
name of Camllle he successfully carries
on his business. Youth's Companion.
Number of III IIiijh.
Between -1 nud ilO a man Is 111 flvo
iiml n half davs a year on an nvenien
and between !10 and 40 seven days. In
tho next ten years no infjes eleven nays
nnnunlly. and between fiO and 00 twen
ty days. New York Herald,
Nino people out of ten, when thoy
CIlUUOl llll'i' ..ivi.ih vinu (Ul II
Christmas present, buy two handker
chiefs. - I.C.I- ,f fi i,l 1,1,,,.
Bver notice how, lu winter, you be-
come sick for u brass baud?
POLICE MRtlLlY
UUSCUHS A CONNIJCTICUT WOMAN
PROM IIORRIM.HTORTIJRH.
Mr. Wllllnni duller, t llnrtfiirili lit
Vlnllni, Tells Hie Nlury In no In
tsrvlmr. A Terrluln ICipm limn,,.
"II was horrible," said Mrs. (Jotter.
"I almost wished or death to relievo
inn. Hut help ciiiiio In tlmii ami 1 nui
vury grateful.
"Tell you tho Mory? Yes, Indeed.
I never grow tired of telling It. Sev
eral years ago I was taken with neural
gia ami sullurod untold misery. I
tried it great muny doctors mid Mivornl
remedies with the result that I found
temporary relief but 1 was not eiinsl
and begun to four that I uoviir would Ihi.
"Then Pollcoiimn Until)', wlio Is a
nulgblHir of ours, recommended that I
try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pnln
People and I did so. 1 thought that
tho first Ikix gave mo some relief, ami
my husband Insisted that I keup on
taking them. I did mid I can truly
say that these pills aro thu only modi
cluo that over purmaueiitly bonolltoil
mo.
"I used to liavo (o glvo up entirely
and Ho down when tint pain ciiiiio on.
My dust would swell up mi thnt my eyes
would close. Tint pills have eiinsl nil
tills mid I liavo bail no return of II for
tint last three years, I keep tho pills
constantly on hand as I bellevo they
mo a wonderful IioiimiIioIiI iiiiiiihIv.
"To Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for
Palo People I own ull tho comfort 1
liiivo enjoyed for tho past tlinst years
in being free from neuralgia mid I am
glad to Ihi able to recommend tliein."
Many who aro now tortured with
neuralgia will read with Interest the
alsivo statement which is Ixiytnid doubt
as it was given over the slgiiatum of
Mrs. William ('otter, whoso husband
has I hi 1 1 Democratic register of elec
tions lu Hartford, Conn., for over 10
yours, and who is well known through
out tho state.
Mrs. ('otter, who lives at No.
Windsor street, Hartford, is tho mother
of a happy family, and is now enjoying
excellent health.
Dr. Williams Pink Pills for Palo
People will not oulv euro cases similar
to that of Mrs. Cotter, tint containing
ns they do, all tho elements ncivssury to
glvo now life nud richness to the blood
and restoro shattered nerves, they have
proved ellleiicioti" In a wide rungoof ills
eases. They aro an unfailing sMifie
for such diseases as locomotor ataxia,
partial paralysis, St. Vitus' dance,
ciatica, neraiilgia, rheumatism, nerv
ous headache, the after effects of tint
grip, of fevers and of other acute dis
eases, palpitation of the heart, hi!o nnd
sallow complexions and all forms of
weakness, either ill main or female.
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Palo Peo
ple aru sold by all dealers or will lie
sunt postpaid on rccuipt of price, fifty
cents a box, six Ikixcs, two dollars
anil fifty cents, by addressing Dr.
Williams Medicine Co., Schenectady,
N. Y.
Sweet Revenge
Diggs And you aren't going nway
on a vacation this summer?
Daggs You bet I'm not; my land
lord said If I closed up tho liom-o nnd
went away ho would charge mo rent
just tho same, so I'm going to stay nt
luuiio tngct even w ith him. Ohio Htnta
.Journal.
Genuine
Carter's
pttle Liver Pills.
Must Donr Signature) of
See PsoSlmllo Wrapper llelow.
Terr small and as aaajr
to talus as augur.
FOR HEADACHE.
FOR DIZZINESS.
FOn BILIOUSNESS.
FOR TORPID LIVER.
FOR CONSTIPATION.
FOR SALLOW SKIN.
FOR THE COMPLEXION
. CJlUSUirfll MUiTHAVIlyNATUflf.
JSC.ntj I Purely Trifetablo.xWWv
TEonnsrrrp"
CURE 8ICK HEADACHE.
Kerry's MSig&a
ncvui iMttiiu wl
i. i. -iom
good crops, good
crons make mora can-
tomeraso ouch year the
crops and cuitoinora huve
grown greater. That's the
secret of the Kerry fume.
More Kerry's Hoods sola
nnusowu tliuiinuy oilier
u mo. Hold liy uu aemers.
k iwi tie etl Annum runts.
n. M. Pnrrv Sl Oo.
Detroit, tfl
mion.
JOHN POOLB, Portland, Oregon,
footot Uorrleoa Utrttt.
0n glvo yon tho bent barsalni In
Huggles. Plows, Hollers and Kiwium,
Win-mills and Piiinm nud GhiibmI
Machinery. Bee us before buying.
ABSOLUTE
SECURITY.
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