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When the Hair Falls Then it's time to act! No time to study, to read, to experi ment! You want to save your hair, and save it quickly, too! So make up your mind this very minute that if your hair ever comes out you will use Ayer's Hair Vigor. It makes the scalp healthy. The hair stays in. It cannot do any thing else. It's nature's way. The beit kind of a testimonial "Oold tor over sixty years." A' by J. u. Ayer Co., Low.ll, Kua, Also Bumuteotann of Iyer's 9. SARSAPASILUL PILLS. CHEKKY PECTORAL. She Didn't Sleep Well. A woman who lives la an inland town, while going to a convention In a distant city, spent one night of the Journey on board a steamboat. It was the first time she had ever traveled by tvater. She reached her journey's end extremely fatigued. To a friends who remarked It she replied : "Yes, I'm tired to death. I don't know that I care to travel by water again. I read the card in my stateroom abotu how to put the life preserver on, and I thought I understood It, but 1 guess I didn't. Somehow I couldn't go to sleep with the thing on." Ladles' Home Journal. Hla System. "How do yon dispose of your garbage litre?" fliked the stranger, Who was gath ering data for purposes of publication. "We always throw ours in the garbage can," said the man with the chin beard; "but I don't know, of course, about the 'neighbors." Chicago Tribune. Anything; bat Friendly. "You astonish me. Tour engagement with Miss Welloph is broken, is it? Are the relations between you still friendly?" "I should say not! The relations be tween us sre her relations, and they're I say bitter enemies. No Longer In the Limelight. Then old Vesuvius checked his rage, And straightway called a truce. "There's too much competition now," He muttered. "What's the use 1" HERITAGE OF CIVIL WAR. Thousands of Soldiers Contracted Chronic Kidney Trouble While In the Service. The experience of Capt. John L. Ely, of Co. E, 17th Ohio, now living at 600 East Second street, Newton, Kansas, will interest the thou sands of veterans who came back from the Civil war suffering tor tures with kidney complaint. Capt. Ely says: "I con tracted kidney trouble during the Civil war, and the occasional at tacks finally developed into a chronic case. At one time I had to use a crutch and cane to get about. My back was lame and weak, and besides the aching, there was a distressing re tention of the kidney seoertiona. I was in a bad way when I began using Doan's Kidney Pills in 1901, but the remedy cured me, and I have been well ever since." Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. His Good Reason. "Why does Smithy visit his wealthy aunt so often?" "If he didn't he might have to visit his 'uncle.' "Houston Post More .Every Year Everv UoUMCtt criced turning Iri SV co,t i, . w,-v netlthful baking. yvwucr JAQUES Chicago, HL Dellnes the Court's Doty. A. G. Jewett, lawyer, politician and man of sarcastic wit, was once trying a case In the supreme court In Belfast, Me., his home city. The judge presid ing, before being called to the bench, had tried many cases against' Jewett, who did not entertain a very high opin ion of his ability. In his closing argument, Jewett, la defiance of the rules of the court, start ed In to read some law to the jury. The court pounded on the bench and said: "Mr. Jewett, you must not read law to the jury in your closing argu ment" Jewett kept on reading, with out so much as a glance at the court The court In thunderous tones ordered him to stop. Jewett, who had by this time read all he Intended to read, turned calmly to the Judge and said : "Did your honor address me?" v "I said," roared the judge, "you must not read law to the Jury in your closing argument I will give the law to the jury. What do you suppose tho court to here for?" "What is the court here for?" re sponded Jewett in high falsetto. "I suppose you know, sir, to keep order with the aid of the sheriff, sir. with all due respect to the sheriff, sir." Boston Herald. What Noon Means in Lair. The courts of several states have dealt with an odd question, none of them agreeing upon a similar answer. When Is It legally noon? Fire Insur ance policies expire at noon and the word is admitted to mean exactly 12 o'clock, midday. But standard time ha not been adopted In all communi ties. Many small towns cling to sun time, which may be from a few min utes to nearly an hour earlier than standard. In one state a fire occurred at two minutes past noon, sun time, and the Insurance company held that the policy bad expired before the fire. Sun time Is used in that town, but the insured sued the company, holding that local customs did not rule the policy and that he was entitled to bis insurance. The state courts sustained him. In another state a similar contention was taken to the courts and just the opposite decision given. Several con flicting precedents have been establish ed in state courts, and It Is said the question can only be decided for good and all when a case has been carried Into the United States courts and pass ed upon by the Supreme Court New York Press. Dealing with Deadheads. Willie Collier, the actor, was asked If be wag much annoyed by requesti from deadheads. "I receive them In shoals," he re plied ; "but generally manage to put them off politely, but flrmiy. The oth er day, for instance, I received a letter from a man, who wrote that he had had the pleasure of meeting me in Cal ifornia sometime ago. I bad never even heard the man's aame before. How ever, he added kindly that be wai much pleased with my play, and may be I could send him two seats for the next matinee." "Did you answer the letter?" "Oh, yes! I sent him a postal-card saying maybe I couldn't." Edited Ont. "John, said Lorna Doone, "you ought not ie oome and meet me by stealth. It Isn't right. My family wouldn't like It." "All's fair in love or war, Lorna," chuckled John Ridd, "and this is both." But Mr. Blackmore, fearing that this light play Ct the intellect was not suited to so heavy a man as Big John, omitted all mention of the incident in writing the tory. It Was Unbearable. Towne I hear you've got a first class cook now. Browne Yes, but I'm going to get rid of her. She's making my life un bearable. Towne How? Browne Oh, my wife Is always both ering me to get her gowns as swell as the cook wears. Philadelphia Press. Converts dav in vm ' s 1 J y that cornea, more housewives are ffivintf UD their eihnrhitint Bak-intf Pnni.n to K C, the honest and reliable, which has stood so well the test of years. They are find in out that f b A if inn 0 POWDER "&W the price of wiwn near in. 25 ounces for 25c. .my wncrc near l. i, MFG. GO. Prisoners and Captives By H. S. MEBBIMAN CHAPTER XXII. Matthew Mark Kaiton was a quick thinker If not a deep n, nd 11 ls tnoM who think quickly who give quickly. This man had something to give, something to tear away from his own heart and hold out with generous, smiling eyes, and, be fore Miss Winter's door had closed be hind him, the sacrifice was made. He called a hansom cab and drove straight to Tyars' club. He found his friend at work among his ship's papers, folding and making up In packets his receipted bills. "Morning," said the Englishman. "These papers are almost ready to be handed over to you. All my stores are on board." "Ah 1" Tyars looked up Bharply, and as sharp ly returned to his occupation. Easton was grave, and Tyars knew that he had come with news of some sort. He waited, however, for the American to begin, and continued to fold and arrange bis papers. "I have," said Easton, sitting down and tapping the neat toe of his boot with his cane, "hit quite accidentally upon a dis covery " "Poor chap !" muttered Tyars, abstact edly. "Which will make a difference in your crew." "What?" exclaimed Tyars, pausing In the middle of a knot. "One rule," continued Easton, his queer little face twisting and twinkling with some emotion, which he was endeavoring to conceal, "was that no sweethearts or wives were to be left behind." "WTiat are you driving at?" asked Tyars, curtly, In a singularly lifeless voice. "Well, old man, I have discovered a sweetheart." Tyars threw the papers In a heap and rose suddenly from his seat He walked to the mantel piece. "Of course," he said, "your discovery can only relate to one person." "Yes; you know whom I mean." Tyars nodded his head In acquiescence and continued smoking. The little Amer ican sat looking In a curious way at this large, impassive, high-bred Englishman, as If gathering enjoyment and edification from the study of him. "Well," he drawled, at length, "you say nothing 1" "There is nothing to say." "On the contrary," returned Easton, "there Is everything to say. That is one of the greatest mistakes made by your people. I have noticed It since I have been In this country. You take too much for granted. You let things say them selves too much, and you think it very fine to be impassive and apparently Indif ferent. But It Is not a fine thing, it Is silly and unbusiness like. Do you give up Oswin Grace?" "Certainly ; if you can get him to stay behind." "He will run his head against a wall if he can. That is to say, is there is a thick enough wall around." Tyars hesitated. "I am not quite sure that It is my business," he said. "I hate meddling In other people's affairs, and, after all, I suppose Grace knows best what he Is doing." "Men rarely know what they are doing under these circumstances, observed li,as ton. He waited patiently, hat In hand, to hear what Tyars had to say. While he stood there, Muggins, the bull-terrier, rose from the hearth rug, stretched himself and looked from one to the other In an In quiring and anticipatory manner. He took it to be a question of going for a walk, and apparently Imagined that the casting vote was him. "All right," said Tyars, suddenly, "1 will speak to him again." 'To-day?" pursued Easton, following up. his advantage, "or to-morrow at the latest." "Yes; to-morrow at the latest." Then the American took his departure, and Muggins curled himself up on the hearth rug again with a yawn of disap pointment. Oswin Grace was seated in the bright little cabin at a table writing out lists of stores. Many of these same stores were plied on the -deck around him, and there was a pleasant odor of paraffine in the air. Tyars closed the cabin door with his elbow. "I do not see," he said, slowly and un comfortably, "how you can very well go with us." Grace laid aside his pen and raised his keen, gray eyes. His brow was wrinkled, his lips set his eyes full of fight. "Because," suggested Grace, in a hard voice, "I am In love with Agnes Win ters?" Tvars nodded hl and stooned to pick up his gloves, holding them subse quently close to the bars of the stove, where they steamed mvIv. There was a silence of soma dnmtUn and everv sec ond Increased the discomfort of Claud Tyars. "And you." continue Oroe. at lentrth very deliberately "in.. tl.Un !" Tyaxs stood upright, so that his head was very near t&e beams. He tnrust nis gloves into his pocket and stood for some seconds, grasping kit short pointed beard meditatively with the uninjured hand, "lea." he uld. !, Grace returned to his ship chandler's DIUS wltn the air f a barrister who. bavins- eatabllahtMl M. nlnt thinks It praam to eiiow time for it to sin into me Draias of judge and Jury. "I do not mind tltl. win." tie added. carelessly, almost too ctr11 "that hiss winters Is perfeotlf Indifferent fee subject- on "Do you know that for certain?" asked Tyars, sharply. She told me so herself." answered Grace, with a peculiar little laugh which was not pleasant to the ear. He waited obviously for a reciprocal confidence on the part of Tyars; but he waited In vain. "Of course," ho said, "I have no desire to meddle with your affairs. I ask no questions, and I look for ne spontaneous confidences. It will be better for you to lose sight altogether of the coincidence that I am her brother." Tyars had seated himself on the corner of the cabin table, with his back half turned toward his companion. He had picked up a piece of straw, of which there was a quantity lying on table and floor. and this he was biting meditatively. It was as yet entirely a-puzzlo to him, and this was only a new complication. He could not understand It, just as better men than Claud Tyars have failed to un derstand It all through. For no one, I take It, does understand love, and no man can say whither It will lead. "There need," continued Oswin Grace, perforating a series of small holee in his blotting paper with the point of a cedar wood pencil, "be no nonsense of that sort. I am going to take it upon myself to watch over Helen's interests ; they are much safer In your hands than In mine." Still Tyars said nothing, and after a little pause, Grace went on, in measured, thoughtful tones, carrying with thorn the weight of deliberation. "There is one point " he said, "upon which I think there must be an under standing." "Yes," said Tyars anxiously. "Any risks extra risks, such as boat- work, night-work up aloft these must be mine. From what you have said, I gath er that your intention was to be skipper, and yet do the rough work as well. When anything hazardous Is to be done, I shall do It. You must stick to the ship." I have no doubt," said Tyars, seating himself at the table and beginning to open his letters, "that we are all con structing a very fine mountain out of ma terials Intended for a molehill. I. for one, have no Intention of leaving my bones in the far North. There is no rea son why we should not all be back home by this time next year." None at all," agreed Oswin somewhat perfunctorily, adding, with a suspicion of doubt the next minute: "Suppose we succeed ?" "Well, what then?" "Suppose we get there all right rescue the men and go on safely ; we get over the elemental danger, and then we have to face the political, which is worse." "I do not see it," replied Tyars. "We sell the ship at San Francisco. Half the crew expect to be paid off there, the other half will disperse with their passage money In their pockets, and very few of them will find their way back to England. Our doctor Is a Gorman socialist, with several aliases ; our second mate a simple-minded Norwegian whaling skipper. The exiles do tiot know a word of Eng lish, or pretend they do not, and none of the crew speaks Russian. There will be absolutely no Intercourse on board, and only you, the doctor and myself will ever know who the rescued men really are. The crew will Imagine that they are the survivors of a Russian Ivory hunt ing expedition, and if the truth ever comes out, it will be Impossible to prove that you and I knew better." "But It will not be easy to keep the newspapers quiet."- "We shall not attempt to keep them quiet. It will only be a local matter. The San Francisco papers will publish libelous woodcuts of our countenances and a column or two purporting to be bio graphical, but the world will be little the wiser. In America such matters are In teresting only In so much as they are per sonal, and there ls In reality nothing easier than the suppression of one's per sonality. There ls no difficulty in kick ing an interviewer out of the room, just as one would kick out any intruder ; and we are quite Indifferent as to whether the American newspapers abuse us or not after having been kicked. As to the de tails of the voyage, I shall withhold those with the view of publishing a book, which is quite the correct thing nowadays. The book shall always be in course of prepara tion, and will never appear." In this wise the two men continued talking, planning, scheming all the morn ing, while they worked methodically and prosaically. The eleventh of March was fixed for the sailing of the Argo, exploring vessel, and Easton's chief thought on the sub ject was a vague wonder as to what he would do with himself after she had gone, The Argo was to pass out of the tidal basin Into the river at one o'clock, and at half-past twelve Easton drove up to the dock gates. He brought with him the last Items of the ship's outfit In the shape of a pile of newspapers, and a bunch of hothouse roses for the cabin table, for there was to be a luncheon party on board whlla ateamlna: down the river. He found Admiral Grace strolling about the deck with Tyars, conversing in quits a friendly way, and endeavoring hnnaatlv to suDpress his contempt for seamanship of so young a growth aa that of his companion, tbs laaies were www, inspecting the ship under uswin s guio IHM "She is," he said, addressing himself to the admiral, with transatlantic courtesy, "a strange mixture of the man-of-war and the 'yacht do you not una n so, ,,I'wia la." answered the old gentleman. guariedly, "erne of the most complete Tas sels I have ever boardedthough he outward appearance Is, of course, against hor." "One can detect," continued the Ameri can, looking round with a musing eye, "the Influence of a naval officer." Tho old gnntlomnn softened visibly. At this moment the ladles appeared, escorted by Oswin Grace Miss Winter first, with a searching little smile In her eyes. Eas ton saw that she was very much on the alert. "I feel quite at borne," she said to him, looking round her, "although there are so many changes." 8o do I ; the more so because the changes have been made under my own directions." They walked aft leaving the rest of the party standing together. As they walked, Oswin Grace watched them with a singu lar light In his clear gray eyes; singular because gray eyes rarely glisten, they only darken at times. Presently the vessel glided smoothly be tween the slimy gates out Into the open river. Tho tow-line was cast off, and the Argo's engines started. The vessel swung slowly round on the greasy water, point ing her blunt, stubborn prow down the misty river. She settled to her work with a docile 'readiness, like a farmer's mare on the outward road. CHAPTER XXIII. - Had an acute but uninitiated observer been Introduced Into the little cabin of the Argo during the consumption of the delicate repast provided by her officers, he or she could scarcely have failed to no- rise a certain recklessness among the par ty assembled. Admiral Grace was the only one who really did justice to the steward's maiden and supreme effort, and he, In consequence, was singular In fall ing to appreciate the witticisms of Mat thew Mark Easton and Oswin Grace. This was, perhaps, owing to the fact that when we have pnssod the half-way milestone in life, we fail to appreciate the most bril liant conversation. It Is just possible that Admiral Grace did not think very mnch of the wit taken as wit pure and simple. Ills position was not unique. Once or twice Easton i words recurred to Miss Winter: "I Intend to be Intense ly funny, and I guess you will have to laugh." This was her cue, and she acted upon It. The meal came to an end and a move was made. There was nothing else to do but to go on deck. The moments dwin dled on with the slow, dragging monotony which makes us almost Impatient to see the last of faces which we shall perhaps never look upon again, presently, the town of Gravesend hove in sight, and all on the quarterdeck of the Argo gazed it It as they might have gazed on some un known Eastern city after traversing the desert. And then, after all all the wait ing, the preparation, the counting of mo ments, and the calculating of distances the bell in the engine room came as a surprise. There was something startling in the clang of gong as the engineer re plied. Helen was the last to rise. She stood holding the shawl which Oswin had spread over her knees, and looked round with a strange, intense gaze. The steam er was now drifting slowly on the tide with resting engines. There were two boats rowing toword her from Gravesend Pier, one a low, green-painted wherry for the pilot, the other a larger boat, with stained and faded red cushions. The scene the torpid, yellow river, the sor did town and low riverside warehouses could scarce have been exceeded for pure, unvarnished dismalriess. Already the steps were being lowered. In a few moments the larger bont swung alongside, held by a rope made fast In the forecastle of the Argo. A general move was made toward the rail. Tyars passed out on the gangway, where he stood waiting to hand the ladies Into the boat. Helen was near to her brother; she turned to him and kissed him in si lence. Then she went to the gangway. There was a little pause, and for a mo ment Helen and Tyars were left alone at the foot of the brass-bound steps. "Good-by," said Tyars. There was a slight prolongation of the last syllable, as if he hisd something else to say; but he never said it, although she gave him time. "Good-by," she answered, at length ; and she, too, seemed to have something to add which was never added. Then she stepped lightly Into the boat and took her place on the faded red cushions. The Argo went to sea that night. There was much to do, although everything seemed to be in Its place, and every man appeared to know his duty. It thus hap pened that Tyars and Grace had not a moment to themselves until well on into the night. The watch was set at 8 o'clock. For a moment Tyars paused be fore leaving his chief officer alone on the little bridge. "What a clever fellow Easton Is!" he said. "I never recognized it until this afternoon." (To be continued.) Bone and Sinew, "Do you see that distinguished-looking man over there with glue-colored whiskers? Well, he furnishes the bone and sinew of the nation." "You don't say. Is he the head of a physical culture college?" "Nope." "Recruiting station?" "'Way off." "Then what is his line?" "Why, he runs a 8-cent lunchroom." Crafty Connt. "Do yon remember how Oouat Cash- nanirht irmnnthtM nrlttt A -4 . when he was wooing tho daughter of the New York millionaire?" "I should say so. Why, ha used to sing 'Yankee Doodle' two or three times every day." "And does he still sing 'Yankee Doodle' now that he has won her?" "Not sow be tings 'Yankee Boodle.'"