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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
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criced
turning
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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.'"