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stuy If M mm V laugh at him. WUo a am a sit In th warm sunshine, do 700 ask Lira (or proof of It? Hi- toda; that is all And We f Ii.lt ! .ill. W Want DO proof of our tiod. W feel, we feell We do Dol tellers Id our God becaus tbe Bible tells ua of blin. W bellev Id th lllble becaoM be tell ns of It We feel him. we feel blm. we feel: thai la alL And tbe poor ball swamped devil mutters: "Hut If tbe day should come wbeo you do oot feeir And we laugh and cry blm down. "It will never come never!" And th poor devil slinks to aleep again with bla tall between bla legs. Fierce assertion many times related la bard to stand against Only time separates the truth from the lie. 80 we dream n. One day we fo "'to our father to town, to church. Tbe townspeople rus tle in their silks and tbe men In their slock cloth and settle themselves In their pews, and tbe light shines In through the windows on the artificial flowers in tbe women's bonnets. We Lave the same nilscrahle feeling that we hnre In a shop where all the clerka are very smart. We wish our father hadn't brought Da to town and we were out on the "karroo." Then tbe man In the pulpit leglna to preach. Ills text la. "lie that believetb not ball be damned." The day before the magltrtratc's clerk, who was sn atheist, has died In the street, struck by lightning. Tbe man In the pulpit mentlona no name, but he talks of "the hand of tlod made vlslhle among as." He tells us bow, when the white stroke fell, quivering ami naked, tbe soul tied, rob bed of his earthly Hlamrnt. and lay at the footstool of (iod; how over Its bead tins been fioured out the wrath of the Mighty Uue, whose existence It has denied, and. quivering ami terrified. It has fled to tbe everlustlng shade. We, as wo listen, half start up. Ev ery drop of blood In our body has rush ed to our bead. lie lies, be lies, be lli-s! That man In the pulpit Ileal Will no one stop blm? Have none of tbera heard, do none of them know, that when tbe poor dark soul shut Ita eyes on earth It opened them in the still Hunt of heaven; that there Is no wrath where (lod'a face Is; that if one could once creep to tbe footstool of (iod thero la everlasting peace there, like tbe tmis stillness of tbe early morning? While the atheist lay wondering and frold God bent ''own and Mild: "My child, here I am 1. whm you have not known; I, whom you have not be lieved In. I am here. I sent my oh- aengcr, the white sheet lightning, to call you home. I am here." Then the poor soul turned to tbe light Its weakness and pain were goue for ever. Have they not known, have they not heard, who It Is rules? "For a llttlo moment have I hidden my face from thee, but with everlast ing kindness will I have mercy upou tbee, saltb the Lord thy Redeemer." We mutter on to ourselves till some one pulls us violently by the arm to re mind us we are In church. We aeo nothing but our own Ideas. Presently every one turns to pray. There are (WO souls lifting themselves to tbe Everlasting Light. Behind ns sit two pretty Indies. One hands ber scent bottle softly to the other, and a mother pulls down ber little girl's frock. Ono lady drops ber handkerchief. A gentleman plrks It up. She blushes. The women In tbe choir turn softly the leaves of their time books to be ready when the praying la done. It la as though they thought more of the singing than the Rverlaat Ing Father. Oh, would It not be more Worship of him to sit alone In lot "kar roo" and kiss one little purple flower that he had uiadeT Is It not mockery ? Then the thought Comes. "What docst tbou here, Elijah r We who Judge what are we better than they? leather worse. Is It any excuse to say. "I am but a child and must comer" Does God allow any soul to step In tictween the spirit he made and himself? Wbat do we tlure In that place where all the words are lies against the AU Fa ther? Filled with horror, wo turn and flee out of the place. On the pavement we smite our foot and svrcnr In onr child's nul never arnin to enter those places w here men come t sing and pray. We arc questioned afterward. Why was It we weut oot ;f tbe church? How can wo exphiln? We stand llent Then we are pressed further, and we try to tell. Then a head Is shaken solemnly at as. No one can think It wrong to go to the house of the j Lord. It Is the Idle excuse of a wicked boy. When will we think seriously of our souls and love goln to church? We arc wicked, very w icked. And we we slink away ami ko alone to cry. Will It be always so? Whether we hate and doubt or vnethcr we believe and love, to our dearest are we to seem always wicked? We do not yet know that In the soul's search for truth the bitterness lies here the striving cannot always bide It self among tbe thongbts. Sooner or later tt will clothe luctf In outward action. Then It steps In and divides between the soul snd wbat tt loves. All thing on earth bar their price, and for truth we pay the dearest Wo tarter It fur love and sympathy. The tuad to honor Is paved with thorns, hut 00 the ath to truth, at every step yon set yea.- foot dowa oa your owa heart. Tt Then at last a new time the time of waking, abort, sharp and not pleasant as waklugs ofteu are. Sleep and dreams exist on this con ditionthat no one wake the dreamer. And now. life take us ud between I tier linger aid thumb, shakes us furl-. ously till our poor nodding head Is well nigh rolled from our shoulders, and she 1 aets us down a little hardly oa tbe bare earth, bruised and sore, but prefer naturally wideawake. We have said la our daya of dream ing: "Injustice and wrong are a seem ing Fain Is a shadow. Our God. he la be Wbo made all thing, kbd be . only Is love." Now life taken ua by the neck and hows aa a few other thlnc-newms le Crave with tbe red sand flying about them, eyes thai we love with too worm eating them, evt! ecu walk In, lerfc and fat the whele terrible burly tarty of tbe thing called tfe-and she ay. "What do yo tului of these?" oar not aay "Nothing.. We feel The are very real But we THE u i irM-nrtrt-irt-r--f-"-T-Tf BT OUV1 6CHB.EHTEH. p ?1 A TALE OF LIFE IN THE BOER REPUBLIC try to lay our bands about and feel that other thing we felt before., In, the dark nlgbt la tbe fuel room we cry to our beautiful dream god: "Oh, let as come near you and lay our head against your feet Now In our hour of need be near ns." Dot be la not there. He Is gone away. Tbe old questioning devil Is there. We must bare been awakened sooner or later. The Imagination cannot al ways triumph over reality, the desire over truth. We must bave been awak ened. If tt waa done a little sharply, wbat matter? It was done thorough ly, and It had to be done. Til And a new life begins for ua, a new time, a life as cold aa that of a man who aita on tbe pinnacle of an Iceberg and sees tbe glittering crystals all about him. The old looks Indeed like a long, hot delirium, peopled with phantasies. Tbe new Is cold enough. Now we have no God. We have had I wo the olu God that our fathers bunded down to us, that we bated and never liked; the new One that we made for ourselves, that we loved. Dut uow he has flitted away from us, and we see wbat he waa made of the shadow of our highest Ideal, crowned snd throned. Now we have no God. "The fool hath said In bis heart, There la no God." It may be so. Most things said or written have been the work of fools. This thing Is certain he la a fool wbo says, "No man hath said In bis heart. There Is no tlod." It has been said many thousand times In hearts with profound bitter ness of earnest faith. We do not cry and weep. We alt dowa with cold eyes and look at the world. We are not miserable. Why should we be? We eat and drink and sleep all night but tbe dead are not colder. And we say tt slowly, but without sighing: "Yes; we see it now. There Is no God." And, we add, growing a little colder yet: "There Is no Justice. Tbe 01 die In the yoke beneath Its master's whip. It turns Its anguish filled eyes on tbe sunlight, but there Is no sign of recom pense to be made It The black man Is shot like a dog. and It goes well with the shooter. The Innocent are accused, and tbe accuser triumphs. If you will bike the trouble to scratch the surface anywhere, you will see under the skin a sentient being writhing In Impotent anguish." And, we say further, and our heart la aa the heart of the dead for coldness: Tlicre Is no order. All Ihlugs are driven aboct by a blind chance." Wbat a soul driaka In wltb ita moth er's milk will not leave It In a day. From our earliest bour we hu? been taught that the thought of the heait. the shaping of the ratncloud, tbe amount of wool that grows on sheep's back, the length of a draft and the growing of tbe corn depeud on nothing that moves Immutable, at the heart of all things; but on tbe changeable will of a changeable being whom our prayers can alter. To us, from tbe beginning, nature baa beeu but a poor, plastic thing, to be toyed wltb tbia way or that aa man bappena to please his deity or not to go to church or not to say his prayers right or not to travel on a Sunday or not Was It possible for us In an Instant to see nature aa she Is tbe flowing vest ment of an unchaucing reality ? When a soul breaks free from the arma of a superstition, bits of the claws and talons break themselves off In blm. It Is not tbe work of a day to squeese them out And so. for us, tbe humanlike driver and guide being gone, all existence, as we look out at tt with our chilled, won dering eyes, la an aimless rise and swell of shifting waters. In all that weltcrlug chaos wo can see no spot so large as a man's hand on which we may plant our foot Whether a man believes In a human like God or no la a email thing. Wheth er he looka Into the mental and phys ical world and aeea no relation be tween cause and effect, 00 order but a blind chance sporting, this la the mightiest fact that can be recorded In any spiritual existence. It were al most a mercy to cut his throat If In deed he does not do tt for himself. We. however, do not cut our throats. To da so would Imply some desire and feeling, and we bave 00 desire and no feeling. We are only cold. We do not wish to live, and we do not wish to dlo. One day a snake curls Itself round the waist of a Kaffir woman. We take It in our hand, awing It round and round and fling It on the ground dead. I'.v ery one looks at us with eyes of admi ration. We almost laugh. Is It wonder- nu to nsx tnat for which we care nothing ? In truth, nothing matters. Tbls dirty tittle world full of confusion, and the blue rag stretched overhead for a sky la so low we could touch It with our hand. Existence la a great pot and the old fate wbo stirs It round cares nothing wbat rtsea to the top and what goes down and laughs wbn tbe bobbles burst And we do not care. Let It boll about Why sbould we trouble cursefces Nevertheless tbe physical sensations are real. Hunger hurts, and thirst; therefore we eat and drink. In action pains us; therefore we work like galley slaves. No one demands It but we set ourselves to build a great dam In red sand beyond the graves. Id tbe gray dawn before the sheep are let out we work at It AU day, while tbe young ostriches we tend ; feed about oa, we work oa through tbe fiercest heat The people wonder wbat new aptrlt has seised as now. They do not know we are workina for life. We bear the greatest stones and feel a satisfaction when we stagger under them and are bart by a pang that ahoota throagb oar cheat While we eat oar dinner we carry oa baskets full of earth, as though the devil drove os. The Kaffir servant bare a story that at night a witch and two white oxen come to help ua, No wait they ear. could stow oa aalcklv uidee u hands. At night alone la our cabin, we alt no more brooding over tbe fir. What ahouM we thiok of Dow T AU la empti ness. So we take tbe rl arithmetic, and tbe multiplication tablet which with so much (lus we learned long ago and forgot directly, we learn now In a few boars sad never forget again. W Uke a strange satisfaction la working arithmetical proMoma. W pause la our bnilding to cover the stows with flgures and calculations. We save money lor a Latin graiuuiar and aa algebra and carry them about In our pocket, poring over them as over oar Bible of old. We have thought w were utterly stupid. Incapable of remembering anything, of learning anything. Now w Hod that all la easy. Ua a new soul crept Into this old body, that even our intellectual faculties are changed?. We marvel. not perceiving that what a man ex pends in prayer and ecstasy be cannot have over for acqnlrlug knowledge. Too never sbed a tear or create Deauurai image or quiver with emo tion but yon pay for It at the practical, calculating end of your nature. Too hare Just so much force. When the one channel run over, the other run dry. - And now we turn to Nature. All tbese years w have lived beside ber, and we bar never seen her. Now w open our eyes and look at ber. Tbe rocks have been to ns a blur of brown. W bend over them, and the disoiganlxed masses dissolve Into a many colored, many shaped, carefully arranged form of existence, ber niai es of rainbow tinted crystals half fused together, there bands of smooth gray and red methodically overlying each other. This rock ber la covered with a delicate st'ver tracery. In some mineral resembling leave and branch es. There 00 the flat stone, on which we so often bar sat to weep and pray. we look down and see It covered with the fossil footprints of great birds and the beautiful skeleton of a flab. W hav often tried to picture Id our mind what the fosalled remains of creatures mast be like, and all the while we sat on them. We have been so blinded by thinking and feeling that we bave nev er seen tbe world. The flat plain has been to ns a reach of monotonous red. We look at it and every handful of sand starts Into life. That wonderful people, the ants, we learn to kuow; see them make war and peace, play and work, and build their hug palaces. And that smaller people we make acquaintance with who live In the flowers. The bltto flower has been for us a mere blur of yellow. We tlnd Its heart composed of a hun dred perfect flowers, tbe homes of the tiny black Mple wltb red stripes, who move In and out In that little yellow city. Every bluebell has Its Inhabitant Every day tbe "karroo" shows us a new wonder aleeplng In It teeming bosom. On our way to work we pause and stand to see the ground spider mak Ita trap, bury Itself In the sand and thee wait for tbe falling In of Its eucmy. Farther 00 walks a horned beetle, and near blm starts open tbe door of a spider, wbo peep out care fully and quickly pulls It down again. On a "karroo" busb a green fly Is lay ing ber silver eggs. We carry them borne and see the shells pierced, the spotted grub com out turn to a green fly and flit away. W are uot satis (led wltb wbat Na ture shows us am' will see something for ourselves. Under the white ben we put a dozen eggs and break oue dally to see tbe white spot wax luto the chicken. We are not excited or enthusiastic about It But a man la not to lay h'.a throat open. He must think of sometbiug. Bo we plant seeds In rows on our da 111 wall and pull one up daily to see how It goes with them. Alludeen buried her wonderful stone. and a golden luilace spraug up at ber feet We do- far more. We put a brown seed In the earth, and a living thir.s starts out starts upward why, no more t!n Alladeen can we say starts upward. :'d does not desist till it Is higher than our beads, sparkling wltb dew In tbe early morniuz, glitter ing with yellow blossoms, shaking brown seeds with little embryo souls ou to tbe ground. We look at It sol emnly from the time It consists of two ltvc peeping above tbe ground and a soft white root till we have to raise our face to look at It but we find uo reason for that upward starting. We look Into the dead ducks and lambs. In tbe evening we carry them borne, spread newspa per on the floor and lie working wltb them till mid night Wltb a startled feeling near akin to ecstasy we open the lump of flesh called a heart and And little doors and string Inside. We feel them and put tbe heart away, but every now and then return to look and to feel them again. Why we like them so we can hardly telL A gander drowns Itself In our dam. We take It out and open It on tbe bank and kneel, looking at It Above are the organs divided by delicate tissues; below are the Intestine artistically curved In spiral form and each tier covered by a delicate network of blood vessels standing out red against the faint bhie background. Each branch of lb Wood vessels Is comprised of a trunk, bifurcating and reblfurcatlng Into tbe most delicate balrlike threads. eymmetncauy arranged. we are track with Its singular beauty. Anil, moreover (and here we drop from our kneeling Into a sitting posture), this also we remark of that same exact shape and outline la our thorn tree seen against the sky In midwinter; of that shape also Is delicate metallic tracery between our rocks; In that exact path docs our water flow when without a furrow we lead It from the dam; so shnped are tbe antler of the horned beetle. How are these thing related that such deep union stiould exist between them all? Is It chance, or are they not all the One branches of one trunk, whose sap flows thneich us all? That would explain It We nod over the gander's Inside. ihis thing we call existence, la It not a something which has Its rant far down below In the dark and Ita branches stretching out Into the Im mensity above which we among tbe branches cannot see? Not a chsnc Jumble, a living thing, a One. The thought gives ns Intense satisfaction. We cannot tell why. te nod over the gander, then start up sudilcnly. look lnt- tbe blue sky. throw tbe dead gander and tbe refuse Into the dam and gn to work again. And so It come to pas to time that the earth ceases for us to be a welter ing chaos, w walk In the great hall of life, looking up and round reveren tially. Nothing I despicable-; aU I meaning full. Nothing Is small; aU Is part of a whole whoa beginning and end we know not The life that turn he In n I a pulsation from It too mighty for our comprehension, not too ama.lL And so It come to pass at last that whereas the sky waa at first a small blue rag trrtcbed out ever as and so low that our hands might touch It prewlnf do a n on as. It raisv Itself Into aa ImuMfwaurable blue arch over or beads, aad we begla to live again. CI1AFTEB XV. WALPO' TBASOia. Waldo lay on bla stomach on the red sand. To small ostriches be herded wandorert about blm. perking at the food be had cat or at pebliies aad dry stk-ks, On his right lay tbe grave, on hi left tbe dam. la hi hand was a large wooden poet covered with carv ings, at which he worked. Does lay scror aioi basking la the winter bine snd now a -J suatn casting an ex pectant glance at tue to; wr of the nearest ostrich camp. Tbe scrubby thorn trees under which they lay yield ed no shade, but none was Deeded In that glorious June weather, when in the hottest port of the afternoon tLe sun was but pli-assutly warm. And tbe boy carred on. not locking op, yet conscious of tbe brown serene earth about him and tbe Intensely blue sky above. ITeseotly, at the corner of tbe camp. Em appeared, bearing a covered saucer In oue band end lu the other a Jug with a cup cn the top. 8be was grown into a premature little old woman of Id. ridiculously fat Tbe Jug and saucer ahe pst down on tbe ground before tbe dog and his master and dropped down beside tittin herself, panting and out of breath. "Waldo, aa I came up toe camps I met some oue on horseback, and I do believe It must be Uie new man that la I coming." Tbe new man waa an Englishman to whom the Itoer wonmn had hired half tbe farm. "Hum.- said Waldo. "ITe Is quite young." said Em. holding ber side, "and be ha brown balr and beard curling close to bis face and uch dark blue eye. And, Waldo. 1 wa so ashamed! I was J lift looking back to see. you know, and he hap pened Just to be looking back. too. and we looked right Into each other's face. and he got red, and I got so red. 1 be lieve be Is the pew man." "Yes." said Waldo. "I must go now. Perhaps be has brought us letters from the post from J.ynilau. lou know, she enn't star at school much longer. She must come luck soon. And tbe new man will hare to stay with us till bis bouse Is built. I must get bis room ready. tloodhy!" She tripped off again, and Waldo carved on at bis poet Ioss lay with Ids nose close to the covered saucer and smelled that some oue had made nlce littlo fat cakes that afternoon. Roth were so Intent on their occupa tion that not tlU a horse's hoofs I Hat tiesldo them In the sand did they look ip to see a rider drawing In Us steed. He was certainly not tho stranger whom Em bad described, a dark, some what French looking little man of eight and twenty, ratlur stout with ucuvy, ciouuy eyea ana pointed mus taches, ills horse was a flery crea ture, well caparisoned. A highly fin ished saddlebag bung from the saddle. Tbe man's fcands were gloved, and he presented tbe appearance an apiiear- ance rare on that farm of a well dressed gentleman. In an uncommonly melodious voice he Inquired whether bo might be al lowed to remain there for an hour. Waldo directed blm to tbe farmhouse. but the stranger declined. He would merely rest under the tree and give bla horse water. He removed the sad dle, and Waldo led the auiuial away to the dam. When lie returned, the stranger bad settled himself under the trees, wltb bla back against the Mil lie. Tbe boy olfered blm of the cakes. He declined, but took a draft from the Jug, and Waldo lay down not far off and fell to work again. It mat tered nothing If cold eyes saw It It was not his sheep shearing iiiucbiue. Wltb material loves, aa wltb human, we go mad once, love out and have done. We never get up the true en thusiasm a second time. This was but a thing be had made, labored over, hiv ed and liked, nothing more not his michlne. The stranger forced himself lower down In the saddle and yawned. It waa a drowsy afternoon, and be object ed to travel In these out of the world parts. He liked better civilized life. whtr at every honr of tbe day a man may look for his glass of wine and bis easy chair and paper: where at night be may lock himself Imo his room with An Astonishing But True Story My home is in Sidney, Ohio. I have been nearer d.a'h with consumption than any other living person in the world, and I want you to icsd this, so you can tell others. I lisil; a severe cold ami neglected it, 1 grew worj ail the two years I bad run into consumption. I coughed iciiiuiy, Iir-Mi, COUHl not sleep, and liecome so dreadfully weak tnat I had to take to bed. Ia the following eighteen months 1 gradually reached the last stages of consumption. No less than seven physicians treated me ami all c,avo me tip saying I was in curable. I was absolutely helpless. The whole fam ily wore themselves out caring for mc. One day m ther and sister came 'o my bedside, and raid I hod hut a day or twr. more to live. Tears rolled down their checks as they -m.iocd the news. Tho doctors had declared I was in the last stage, and oo .uimaa being could save me. I was willing to dio. bnt before going to the cruel "ravc' 1 w"nte'1 to K c"'t and see my dearly beloved town of Sidney once more. I hey told me such a thing was impossible that 1 would surely die before I got .ick. Hut I insisted, and to gratify my dying wish, a carriage was fitted np wiih a bed of pillows, and to this I was carried and slowly driven around Court II isc Square. I got home more dead than aHvo. Through the mercy of Provi dence. someone brought a trial bottle of medicine said to be a consumption cure, .. one imagined for an instant it was worth trying. Rut as a Jrowning person grasps at a straw, so I tried this medicine. I was better after taking two doses. Mother got more of the medicine and I took it. improving all the time. Today I Amta r ,Mv ,ny rc',cr of tn paper, and the medicine that cured me was Acker s r.nglish Remedy for Consumption. 1 declare before tlod and man that every word here printed is true." .himnyiwh' ,",'.m?'"'-0"filt',''-e"fM-ir W H Hor,k.rCo ,N.w York. prrnt;i.of;,Vn:r,r,; Kn,i,h K""-,y- r Wlklrd is am K teiuuv. Sa..hM,uau fcmk- mi I'. S ujl .uutu. In l.kriul uf4 M. fcl l to M. For Sale hy The A FEW INTERESTING When people sre rontetn plating n 1nr wnemeron utlsine-s oi pleasn lliey stnrally want the lsl svrvliv oh- tainsbie so Tar as speed, ronilo-1 and afev is ronrerned. Kmptovrxt of the Wisconsin Central Liues sie paid In serve tlie public snd onr train sre nperaletl so as to mske close "Miner- iKn wnn diverging lines at si. ,uitct ion points, rnllman Palace Sleeping and Cha r Cars on through (rains. Pining Car se vice unexcelled. Mels trveil a la CaMe. In order to obtain Ihis trst class srrnor. ask the la ke agent to tell yon a ticket over HE WISCONSIN CENTRAL LI5ES. Pirect connections st niU-mm I Mil. wankre for all Eastern points. . . For mil information call call on yoor -i aresl iK-iet aarnt. or wile Ja-C. Poup, orJi.A. trot -. tww. -a. Art., (tewrrsi Amu. Milwaukee, Hi. S4 Mark Lis books au.l a boitle of brandy and tiU- Joys uieutaj snd physical. Tbe world s!d to liiui the all knowing. oi:nilLont world, whom no lotks can tar. who t.a tbe cstl.k pnpe"7 of sevlcg !-t In the dark tUe woriJ said tLat better tban the books he loved the brandy and belter than books or brsu'ty I list which It had beeu better bad be loved less. But for the world be cared nothing. He smiled blandly In its teetb. All life la a dream. If wine and pbllor-opby and women keep''. Uie dreatn from becoming a nightmare. so much the better. It Is aU they are fit for. aU tLcy can be used for. There was another aide to bla life and thought but of that the world knew nothing and said nothing, aa the way of tue wise world Is. The stranger looked from beneath bis siuepy eyelids at tbe brown earth that stretched away, beautiful in spite of itM'lf. In that Jnne snnshine; looked kt the graves, tbe gables of tbe farm- l bouse showing over the stoue walls of the ramps, at the clewuisli fellow at Lis tn-t, and yawaeiL Rut be had drmik of the hind's ua :ul mixst say tomctblng. "Your father" place. I presume?" te Inquired sleepily. "No; I am only a servant" "Dutch people?" .' ""es." "And you like the lifer ' . ' The boy hesitated. . . ' ' "tin days like these." "And w hy ou these?" ' The boy waited. r "They are very beautiful." The stranger looked at him. It seem ed that us the fellow's dark eyes look ed across the brown earth they kin dled with an Intense satisfaction. Then they looked buck at the carving. What bad ihnt creature, so coarse clad and clownUh, to do with the suit tie Joys of tl.e weather? Himself, white handed and delicate, be might hear the music which shimmering sun ehlne and solitude play on the finely strung chords pf nature, but that fel low! Was not the ear In that great body too gross for such delicate mut tering? I'resently he said: "May I see what you work at?" The fellow handed bis wooden post It was by no means lovely. Tbe men and birds were almost grotesque In their tailored resemblance to nature and bore signs of patient thought j The stranger turned the thing over on c!s knee. Where did you learn this work?" "I taught myself." "And these tlgzag lines represent" "A mountain." The stranger looked. "It has some meaning, has It not?" The boy muttered confusedly: "Only things." The questioner looked down at him the huge, unwieldy figure. In stxe a man's, in right of Its childlike fea tures and curling hair a child's and It hurt him. it attracted him, and It hurt him. It was something between pity and sympathy. "How long have you worked at this?" "Nine months." From his pocket the stranger drew his pockothook and took something from it. He could fasten tbe post to bis horse In some way and throw It away In the stiud when at a safe dis tance. "Will you take this for your earr ing?" The toy glancej at tho 5 note and shook his head. "No; I cannot." "You think it is worth more?" asked the stranircr, with a little sneer. He pointed with his thumb to a grave. "No; It is for liiin." "And w ho is there?" asked the stran ger. "My father." ITO BR COSTtJtriD.l " Qj J j Delta Drug Store '-ff'?.J r.vj ."-i.iinii n" .A--m r-'s nr : .r Karl's Cover Root Tea rel the CTanrlnVoi. SVrWS-s IS VT,'"7 'J - -1-' t .- i v, sue. ami SI ou. - C wtkL Co., tcaoT. sj. v soeirTos a!e at lb Kelt Drug 810m. PASITCP'S "if r HAIR BALSAM 1 m sn) (j KWn tvTjL " Fatia t9 tMtoff Ora f Mr ta ita ToH.f4i C. Oam mjm aff (a.aa vw Denver and Rio Grande i UAlLllOAl). Scenic Line of the World Weekly S!xriuioiis TO THE Upholstered Tourist SUCfCtS In halloo! ex iierienced aaiduitura snd porters. To Kanv City Chicago Kiirialo, luMb with out trxiuder, via r-ul Ijike Mo. I'witlc ana Chicago ami Alton l:y. To Omaha. Chicago, Kurt ilo, liwli n wi li mit r)iann Vis Salt 1-ake, Cliicaeo, k 1 -In rnl ft l'at ii' liy. ill To Kt Joseph, Kansas City, Si. Imis, without rhaniiejvia liur lin'lou Koute. To Kansas City and aJfJJBSB St. I.OIMIS Wllholl IM.lN rliaime via Sail Uk C-U J.OII1K, WllllOIll MM) IN A Misotiri I'acihc V Kailwav. A dav stop-over arranged stSsil Lake and lK-nver. A ride through the famous Colorado Scenery. Ark your ticket agent for a ticket on the Denver A K'o iraml escnrs-on. For rates and al! inli nuai oi . i all on or address R. P. MCHOU V. H. I cfTV, rten'l Akent. Tiaviiine An i.t, 251 Washington Street, l'orllan.l tin .e. S. a. IIOOI'FR. "cn'l I'ars. A Ticket Ajrent. Denver Colorado. BO YEARS EXPERIENCE Trade Mrrta Designs COPYRIGHTS; AC AnmM mrltnc a wfcntch and rlvwriiHion nmw t)fitktr wtiii onr orntnt.n free wfitthr tut Inmntritft In pmhaM TiitntAhlA. O'liininntctv thmlrtrtl iniliiitfU. HniMlOwHaitn I'attita ont fit. OiiloAt ajonw fur runnir ptfMiii. I'lff)! ifcen tTirt'tiaTh taunii A .. reuulvs ftwvil vftsc, without chnrvo. la tb Scientific JImesican A hnnitanmolT U1ntntM ? hi 7. T.!inrwt rtr TVrni M a m). it ion uf an Mifiiliilc urnitl. th. L all twwxlonler. MUNN X Co.- --Hew York Hrakuon Irrncu. KB W (T-.YfJmntt ti. I. t . Tuesdays a. a .-. WE DO THE BEST JOB PRINTING IN THE COUNTY. Prices Reasonable Mail orders Prices We are still offering' the INDEPENDENT and WEEKLY OREGONIAN, one year Address all orders HllisbcJfoT HAST THE SHASTA I. CITE - rus bOLTilKKN rAO.lli. Uxe&wa lasiss Lsivs I'..stlsd Piiii : 1 NoMb I'. In s.c r Lv Ar 1'ortlaLd Kan r'rsocisuo lisa Atuve trains siooatall -lal.on lelwc-n rorimnU sin! t-au'in, lurm-r. Marion. Jcllero:i, A. tutor, T.innent, Mit-dun, 111 sey, llornsburx, lunciion I itv, Kuen Cilise Orore, !ruin, (fciklmid, and all stations ironi huwlium 10 AMliii.n.l '"elusive. KOhEnriiG MAIL lAll.Yi 30 a m I Lt Ac 1'ortl.uid !.. hurt; til t.TOri 7.-10 I llMu ( AILS C- 0.li: KOI TE. Fl'LLMAS DUFFET SLEEPERS .. 4M1 m S i-eiiil- Inks Morning Cars Ann usb to All liiinrui.n Tkiins. West Side Division. HETwEKN 'OUTI.ANI A tXJii VAI.LIN. Mail Train Daily (Kioept (Sunday I-JIO A M HU a m :i ft.A m Lv It Ar Fortland Hilltttioro tVirvailm Lv Lv j 4 -"' a 1 :'.'J r t-ff Albsny and 'orrUi- ronnerl win; trains of Urn Oregon iVi.irul A Kt ern i.y. Express Train Daily, (Except Himdiiy . Lv lv Ar Portland HillNlH.ro MoAhnnville IniiCfM-lliieiK-. At I H:.',-. 4 V Lv I 7:1.1 t ( Lv ! t-.N1 k I (SO A M Mills ? .') rsi N::Wra Throueh liikets To all points in the Eastern states. Can nda ami FuroK-an I i.l.iaiiie.l at low n.t rates from C. K. Kti-s. II agent or John . (iault M t!,e l.le.en.l. i ollice Hilltsiro. I. 11. MA UK 11 AM, I. KUEHLEK, Manager. Portland. tn-ii. I. Y. Ab'I n THE 0. R. & X. m BOOK On the Ke-oiircc of Orcp-n, Wa-hirji-ton snd Iilaho is lieing ilihirilnite I. tlnr readen sre reipn-stnl to forwurd the sil ilrewes of llieir Fn.-tern frii nrls sndae qiiaiiitenunces ami s ii.py of the work will he sent free. This a nuitler all -lioiild I- intcrcMcd in ami we would ask that every, n take nn iniere-l ami lor wani nu ll ail Iie-civto V. II. Hrui i;i i.t lienersl Pascner Ai;eiit, O. II. A S. Co. Portland. .7 f.yy 17 promptly attended on application for only $2.00. to Til SCHEDULE. From From IVnUiii.t IVrnrtfo, all I.nke, IVnver, Fast mail Ft. W'otif,, tmJ:a, p. in. Kiimu Cut, m. f" lxiu:. CL.cat.rs A " : k' V- Kir. Walla W'ila..iok SpoLane "' Minn-a.i Flyer I'aul, IVuth, S;4.i p m. M'lukee,CliUMiro FLer p. m. Ocean steamssiiis. 1 For S.nn Frsin ico ail e v-t nv ! i I p. . 8p.D!. . Colralia River - - Fx Snii.lv To Astoria' ind av .1 '"I'l. Saturday U,..li ' '""'J 10 p. ni ' - Wteite Im " 6 a in. Otvgi! f'ily. NVw- l;Wp. m Fx Suudy U'm, aleiu A nr. ti. Sund InniiiugH, Willamette Haa- iilli RiTCrS vnop. b i a. m. T.,..1... Tiuirwljiv OrrprnCilv,IT.vton Mo.J.rf.' ud Sat ill- and ay landings '"dtuli 6 m ; Willnette Eiycr Tuei-Tluir l'orv"',i mI "? and Siit. 1 landings "wiiu' Snate Eiycr l.Lfltaily KiparistoLewi-ton 4 "0 p.rr. T i c. Th - : Sa -l a.m. Address, W. If. IIIKLL'I KT, Wcm'I Pass. A Kent. Dodnell f'nrlill A( o. iieu'l Agts. or. Pur. S. M. Co. Pori'aad, Oregan. MCMI You can IssLilibe cured If yri luilcr from any of thm w i1 ir cm irrm, crwnc to inm okiw bectalut ua (I PtsOisC Coiat. DR. JORDAN S 00-, A 1061 Market SL El 1062. f Von mem uul salddl ifrom tho cfTct J? yHttiifi irniiMTctnti or m in m.itirT rv. Nrrvims tm1 I'hvtc.il MIII,mMil4nf7.LMl NaahNM m in all n cmH .tttont; hrf rmntorrhd'a, PrtMlarrrhnii, 4J4anrrlMia, iilwl, m Irrwrfirj mt I' rlHAlInf, . 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