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U.—Meets on every Fri day, in Wright’s hall at 3 o’clock p m. L. T. L. at 3 p. m. M rs . A. J. W hitmore , Pres C lara G. E sson . Sec’y. 1 I I | “I like to see you look like that, El sie, fori wouldn’t give a snap of my finger for a girl who hasn't a little spice of the devil in her. I intend to make you believe in me and trust me. Now I want you to do me a service, an easy little thing that will not take 10 min utes of your time. I want you to go and tell those old women that I have en gaged a pleasant room for them in the j Old Ladies’ heme at Littlefield, a most comfortable place, where they will be , far jollier than they can be out here, where I dare say they are dull enough at times. You can arrange it all with- ’ out a scene. I have a constitutional dis- : like to scenes, and I want them to know | how generous my intentions really are. ” I Elsie drew herself v.m and a look of scorn and contempt came into her mo- I bile face. Her eyes flashed fire. She clinched her little hand until the nails i hurt her palm. “Go and do your cruel work yourself, ’’ she cried desperately. ; “You are a perfectly heartless aed cold blooded man to ask me to stab my old friends and give them their death blow. I hate and detest you, and I will never speak to yon again if I can help it. ” The hot tears nearly blinded her. She turned on her heel and walked slowly out of the barn. An angry red spot burned on Hap- good’s cheek. He gnawed his nether lip with suppressed rage and vowed he would get the whip hand of the proud little beggar who had defied him and refused to do his bidding. Elsie walked away to the house with her head up and defiant. She left the kitchen work un done and went to her owd room, where she sat gazing from the window up the high pasture toward the woods where Paul was in hiding. In the hollow of the great oak tree at the top'cf the lane she hail hidden a store of provisions for his use. An awful silence brooded over the house, as if some one lay dying. She beut her ear to listen and heard Arthur Hapgood go up into the attic and prowl about among Uncle Si’s old dusty trunks. After a time he descended to the kitch en. She heard his footsteps and the opening and shutting of doors. Then she knew by instinct he had gone to the parlor, where the old ladies sat at their morning game of cribbage, all uncon scious in the sunshine. She felt op pressed and could hardly breathe as she stole out to the landing and hung over the banister, while a murmur of voices went on in tho parlor. It seemed an eternity before Arthur Hapgood came out and closed the door with a slam. Elsie crept down the stairs and paused in the halt There was a sound of sob bing and of dull, low moaning, as of a child that has lost its way and is crying itself to sleep. She hesitated a moment, listening with her ear to the crack, then softly pushed open the door. The two old women, in their haste to retreat to their last earthly stronghold, had huddled themselves in bed with their clothes on. Miss Hetty had gone into complete eclipso under the album quilt and presented the appearance of an amorphous bundle, while Miss Prissy still kept her head above the sheets, with her day cap all awry and her false puffs sadly out of place. They were moaning in concert, though neither of them could hear the sounds made by the other. El sie threw her arms round Miss Prissy’s neck and laid her warm young face against the witherod cheek wet with bitter tears. “He’s a wicked man,” sobbed Miss Prissy, all of a tremble, “a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He was against us all the timo while ho appeared so good but ter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. He came creeping round pretending to be a friend, while his heart wa6 black with malignity. He wants to take us to that dreadful charity place old Mann Brit tan gave to the town because her niece, Malviny Rogers, didn’t marry to please her”— Here tho poor old creature’s voice faded away, and her face twitched with unutterable misery. “But we won’t go,” she began again, mustering her courage. “Brother Simon would turn right over in his coflin tc think of our going to such a place. Wild horses can’t draw us. Sister and I vrill*Btay in bed and let him get of ficers if he can to set us and our things out by the side of the road. He may starve us if he wants to. We won’t gc and be inmates of Marm Brittan’B old house, ” and Miss Prissy clutched the bedpost with nervous vigor. “We know better wh3t belongs tons as Hinghams. ” Elsie patted and kissed her old friend, who was like an obstinate, self willed baby, impossible to reason with. Miss Hetty was still extinguished under the bedclothes, and Elsie heard her saying her prayers: “Lord, have mercy! O Lord, have mercy!” When she tried to go away, Miss Prissy caught hold of her gown as a last defense, but at last she had caressed and coaxed her into a little quietness. She found Hapgood in the kitchen, where the fire had died away, standing before the great empty fireplaca “I am hungry as a bear, ” said he, locking at his watch. “Are we to have no dinner?” Elsie glanced at him meditatively as if examining him from head to foot “Not unless you leave mo to do my work in peace. I will not lift a hand if you 6tay around here. ” “So we have not made up our little quarrel, it seems. You are still disposed to be cross and ill natured. You ought to know, Elsie, that it does not improve your beauty. ” , “My beauty is nothing to you, ” said Elsie, tossing her head. “What has got into all the women? They are behaving like tho very deuce, ” muttered Arthur as he betook himself to the sitting room, where he whistled, drummed on the pane and looked out at the blowing trees and drifting clouds. In silence Elsie prepared the meal and NEW GOODS! _ • $9,000 Worth 1 Bought at Bed-rock prices. To be sold at Figures to suit the times. made ready the tray for the poor old women, who were still crying and strengthening each other in the deter mination not to rise. It was a slow, wretched, heavy day, as distorted and unnatural as a nightmare. In the after noon, to escape from Hapgood, Elsie took refuge with the calves and sheep on the hill, where her pet lamb Topsey thrust her black nose into her hand and looked at her with sympathetic eyes. Arthur Hapgood meantime wandered over the house from garret to cellar, cal culating the changes he would moke and the probable cost and jotting down figures in a pocket diary. Elsie waited upon Mr. Hapgood at supper in almost total silence. She placed a lamp in the sitting room, at tended to the old ladies’ wants for the night and saw them drop off and lose their troubles in a quiet sleep, washed the tea things, put out the fire and closed the kitchen and then went to her own room. She oould hear Arthur Hap good still wandering restlessly about tho premises, and once he came to the stair foot and called her, but she kept still as a little mouse ancl did not an swer. She sat by the window of her room, where the moonlight began to steal in across the uncarpeted floor. Her few gowns, hung on nails against the long, low, melancholy call of the whip poorwill. The sound seemed to divide the country silence like a sword thrust. Then it fell again more profound than before, and the night held its breath in the low moonlight Again she let out her voice louder and longer in the strange bird call, and putting her ear to tbe ground she listened, with beating heart Yes, he was coming now. The light snapping of twigs, the crunch of a heel on the stones, told her so. In a moment she saw his tall, dark outline looming over her, and they had clasped hands. “What is it, Elsie? Has that fellow been annoying you again?” “Don’t speak of him,” said Elsie in an agitated whisper, and she laid hold of his arm. “I have seen Uncle Si again tonight in my sleep, and he open ed the same closet door in the corner of his room and showed me that bundle of papers. He looked so sad, so awful, I was frozen with terror, and I had to get out of the house to breathe. What do you think it means?” Paul saw that Elsie was wrought up to the highest pitch of excited feeling, and skeptic as he was about supernatu ral appearances he tried to soothe her in stead of making light of her delusion. “It is very strange, Elsie. Do you low sloping wall behind her little bed, think we could creep into the house made a dark shadowy corner, but the without being heard?” “I am sure we could, Paul. Do come chest of drawers, with its rustic orna ments, the small looking glass and a with me, and let us try to probe this picture or two, all were clear as day in mystery. ” “I know Hapgood has come back, the splendor of the unclouded moon just Elsie, for I have been spying on the at the full Elsie’s view was up the high pasture house all day from the top of the hill. toward the way of the woods. As she I would like to take a look at that wall sat there she thought of Paul lurking in the corner of Uncle Si’s chamber. in the tall ferns under the hemlocks Now I remember the attic stairs go up waiting to hear the whippoorwill’s call. near that place, and there must be a Her curly head rested against the wall cavity underneath. Perhaps years ago, by the side of the window. Her fingers when you came here as a child, thfce were locked together, and her heart was was a closet door there, and it has been disgusted within her. She remembered walled up. You may have forgotten all a little prayer her mother had taught about it, and it has come back to you her long years ago and whispered it for now in a dream. At any rate, we will Paul and the poor old women and her go down and see what we can find. ” The moon had set, and a moaning self. The night was warm and pro foundly still. Not a leaf moved on the wind bowed the tops of the trees, arfd trees; not a bird chirped in the bushes. dark clouds rolled up from the west, There was a faint twinkle of cowbells obscuring the stars. They crept down and the bleating of lambs in a distant the lane and into the house like two conspirators and presently found them pasture. , Suddenly, as if by magic, the scene selves in the dark room where Uncle Si changed. She was no longer gazing up died and where he had slept for more the steep moonlighted pastures listen than half a century. Elsio groped her ing to the cattle bells in the dewy grass way to the chimney piece, where stood and thinking of Paul. She was not even the night lamp she had used in the old in her familiar little room under the man’s long sickness, with matches. sloping roof, but was in Uncle Si’s Stealthily she kindled tho wick and chamber, just as she had seen it the looked at Paul, who was quite pale, and other night in her dream, with the white he, too, remarked that Elsie also looked bed, and the coverlid drawn over the pale and wide eyed with suppressed pillows, and tho streak of moonlight excitement. They gazed furtivoly around the room, stretching across the floor, with its braided rugs. On the chimney pieco lay as if expecting to see something strange Uncle Si’s great silver watch and the and uncanny, but it was just the same well thumbed family Bible. As sho plain, familiar, homely place they hod looked quite spellbound with surprise always known. Paul had taken off his she saw Uncle Si dressed precisely as in shoes, and now he approached the cor life, in his brown clothes and broad ner where Elsie had seen tho closet door brimmed hat. She saw him turn toward open in the wall. He passod his hand her a pale, deathlike countenance, the over what appeared to be a solid sur mouth drawn with pain, the eyes very face, but he noticed that the wall paper sad. He motioned to her to come near looked brighter and fresher in that part er, but she stood transfixed with fear, of the room than elsewhere and seemed cold and clammy in every limb. Slowly to have been put on by an unpracticed again he opened that closet door in the hand, for it was streaked and wrinkled. corner of the room where the mourning He stooped down and examined the base piece hung, and where Elsie knew there board where it appeared to have sprung was only solid wall took out a bundle away from the wall. He gently inserted his fingers just there, and an old rusty of papers which ho held toward her. Then the strange picture vanished. nail fell out, aud suddenly a section of Elsie came to herself, with a gasp and the board came away in his hand. Then stifled cry of fright. She had been asleep he tapped upon the wall gently, and it she knew not how long, with her head gave forth a hollow sound. They looked resting against the wall. Her neck felt at each other with frightened eyes. El stiff and sore from the constrained po sie put her lamp down on tho floor, and sition. The moonlight had disappeared a slight space was revealed between tho from her little chamber. A cold night wall and the floor. As the light flicker wind blew in at the window. The house ed upon the wall it showed a long, was buried in darkness and silence. El straight, slightly depressed ridge in the sie rubbed her eyes vigorously, wonder blue and ted paper. Paul took out liis ing what had happened. She listened to jackknife and passed the point of it gen the old clock in the kitchen striking tly along this line. It sank into a crack. “Good heavens, Elsie, there is a its slow and solemn 12. More than two hours had passed since she sat looking door here!” ho said, and for a moment out at the lane and the moon illumined they neither spoke nor moved, so awe hill and thinking of Paul, and yet it struck were they by this strauge discov seemed hardly a moment. She remem ery. Elsie got up from the place where she bered vividly the vision of Uncle Si holding out to her the packet of papers. had sat crouching on the floor. “Let us Elsie was not more superstitious than tear off the wall paper,” she whisper other healthy minded young girls of ed, and she took the rusty nail and set her age, but now her nerves were slight to work, while Paul followed her ex ly shaken, and the dream, or whatever ample with his jackknife. They tore it it was, took powerful hold on her mind. off bit by bit until at last tho whole Uncle Si’s sad and solemn face brought form of the low door was revealed. It the conviction that he was not at rest was under the attic stairs, just as Paul in the grave and that he called upon had surmised. “Here is a lock,” whis pered Paul as he worked away with a her to take some decisive step. The closet door opening in the solid will, peeling off paper and paste, “but wall was as inexplicable to Elsio as where in the name of goodness is the ever, but as she sat there in the dark, key?” Elsie stood with a puzzled face shivering, trying to think calmly of for a moment trying to call something these 6trange things, it suddenly occur to mind; then sho stepped softly to the red to her that the moment had come bureau where Uncle Si kept his under for calling Paul out of the woods with clothes, his odds and end6 of belongings, the whippoorwill’s cry. All were fast and opening the top drawer took out a asleep in the old farmhouse. Not a big bunch of keys of all sorts and sizes mouse rustled in the wall. She was strung on a steel ring. Paul, in silence, fully dressed, and it was but the work tried more than 20 of them, one by one, of a moment to take a little plaid shawl with ill success. Some were too large, from among the garments hanging on others too small to fit the lock. At last tho wall, throw it over her head, open the rustiest and dullest of the lot fell the door and creep out into the passage. into his hand. He thrust it into the She stole along through the slumbrous hole. It was stiff and difficult to turn, house like a spirit, crouched at the door needing oil. But Paul was strong and of the spare chamber and heard within vigorous, with a wrist like steel. He the regular breathing of Arthur Hap gave it a mighty turn. The lock clicked, good, glided down the back stairs, and with a strong pull a dark cavity avoiding the creaking step, and softly in the wall revealed itself, one whose undid the kitchen door. It was chill and very existence had never been suspected dewy without, and the melancholy by the two young people. A moldy, dusty, indescribable odor moon sloped toward the west, casting long beams across the grass, where a of decaying cloth and leather came from rabbit, sitting on his haunches, pricked the open door. Paul stooped down to peer into the black hole, and Elsie bent up his sensitive ears. Elsie knew every stick and stone and over his shoulder, holding the lamp, bush in the home fields as well by with curiosity and terror painted on her night as by day. She ran through the face. In a corner lay a heap of Uncle farmyard, crept between the bars into Si’s moldy boots. Some moth eaten the lane, sped up the steep cowpath and trousers and waistcoats, slowly dropping over another fence to a grassy knoll, to pieces, hung on pegs. His castoff where near a pile of stones grew the great shifts of former years encumbered a branchy hollow oak. Here she stopped couple of rude shelves, for Uncle Si had to take breath, putting her hand to her a mania for hoarding old clothes. The side, for the climb was steep and rugged, dust was more than half an inch thick The low moon looked at her solemnly. ' over everything, and long gray cobwebs There was a stirring of young birds in festooned the corners. The r~' aspect of the bushes. Some small creature, per- this dark dust hole was anything but haps a snake, flittered away through the reassuring. ’ — - - at each other They - looked grass. Elsie, half frightened at what involuntarily and smiled as if they had she was doing, let out her voice in the been tricked by a ghost. To discover tbe mysterious closet in the smooth wall and yet to find nothing but Uncle Si’s castoff clothes was certainly a wry joke. Presently Elsie pushed past Paul, and with a girl’s wit and persistence began to rummage among the heaped up rub bish on the shelf. She thrust her little hand well under the mass of molding She drew it o/’t end held it up trium- phantly in the lamplight. shirts, and her small nervous fingers closed involuntarily on a packet of pa pers. She drew it out and held it up triumphantly in the lamplight “Let us get out of here,” she whis pered to the bewildered PauL “I feel faint, and I can’t breathe.” She blew out tho lamp, and they tip toed to the door, locked it, and Elsie put the key in her pocket They hardly drew breath until they were out of the house, and then like two swallows they sped to the top ef the lane, the hollow oak and the great pile of stones. Tho early summer dawn had come with cloudy red splendor behind the line of dark fire on the eastern hills, and the catbirds were singing fitfully in the young maple tops. It was by the dawn light, seated together behind the great oak tree, that Elsie and Paul examined the packet of papers. The first one was the deed of the old farm, a very ancient document, yellowed by time aud with a great seal that weighed several ounces. Tho second they came upon was Uncle Si’s will, written by his own hand on a sheet of common foolscap. Being of sound and disposing mind and memory, he had left everything of which he died possessed to Elsie Ray in case she mar ried Paul Raynor by the time she came of age; otherwise tho estate was to pay §2,000 to Paul for his education, and the spinsters, Prissy and Hetty Hing ham, were recommended to the kind care of both tbe young people for life. There was a clear statement of all the personal property left by Uncle Si and a legacy of the family Bible to Arthur Hapgood. The will was dated six years back and was witnessed by Reuben and Dorothy Dick, two plain friends and distant cousins of Uncle Si, who had paid him infrequent visits during the time Elsie had lived at the farm. She well remembered these placid old people, the sweet thees and thys with which they were wont to sprinkle their conversation, but it was a long time since she had heard Uncle Si speak of the Dicks. They might be dead and in their graves. Both Paul and Elsie, ig norant as they were of the world, knew the will was irregular in form. How could it hold good against the interests of the direct heir without the tgstimo- ny of those old people? By dint of prob ing her memory Elsie recalled the fact that they lived more than a hundred miles away in quite another part of the country. She remembered the name of their village, but had forgotten the state and county. If the will were produced at once, its genuineness might be questioned. She and Paul would find themselves in an awkward position if, without proof, they were accused of forging the paper. In their whispered talk under the oak tree, in that wild red dawn, they decided to conceal its exist ence for the present to gain time—above all, to hunt up the Dicks. Moreover, they must take advice of older and wiser heads than their own. Arthur Hapgood did not awake until late that morning, for it was near mid night before he had fallen into his first heavy slumber. The old ladies’ obsti nate resistance to his wishes had nettled him not a little, and he was also anx ious to punish Elsie for the part she had played. His mind had been at work on a plan altogether feasible and proper and calculated to avoid scandal. As the old women had retreated to their beds and refused to arise, it was to be inferred that they were helpless invalids—bed ridden and half imbecile and to be dealt with accordingly. He therefore deter mined to drive old Whitefoot in the chaise to the town, early in the morn ing, to engage an ambulance at the hos pital to remove the old ladies to the home, where they could have care and medical attendance that could not be giv en them on the farm. After concocting this clever plan he fell asleep, with con science void of offense, and slept the sleep of the just. When Arthur came down stairs at 9 o’clock, lie heard Elsie singing as she stepped briskly about at her work. He wondered at the change that had come over the little witch, who the day be fore had been as gloomy and unsocial as a tombstone. As Elsie grew more cheer ful and light hearted Arthur became glum aud silent. No morning saluta tions passed between them. She served him, however, at breakfast, and while she smiled at the sugar bowl he frown ed at the milk jug enough to turn the sweet cream sour. Elsie had been in to wait on the old ladies, had petted and patted them and breathed comforting words into their ears. The more Arthur Hapgood seemed sunk in gloom the more light hearted Elsie became, the more trippingly sounded her little feet about the old kitchen. Breakfast was just over, and Arthur had drawn out his watch to calculate the time it would take him to drive to Littlefield, when a light carriage, drawn by a single horse. stopped at the farmhouse door. A pale old gentleman, tall and thin, with a straight bodied coat and gray broad brim, stepped out of the carriage to give his hand to a lovely, tranquil old lady in Quaker drab, with a scoop bonnet and little shawl of the same color Elsie had been drawn to the window by the sound of wheels, aud as soon as her eye fell on the old couple she rushed to the front door, flung it wide open, skipped down the walk and seized the old lady in her arms. “We are glad to see thee, Elsie Ray; glad to see thee, ’ ’ said Reubeu Dick, shaking her hand. I He took off his hat aud looked sol emnly up at the front of the old farm house. “I only heard of friend Simon Hap- good’s departure two days ago, and I said to my wife, ‘Let us set off at once, for something tells me we shall be need ed in the house of sorrow. ’ Friend Si mon was a just man, aud surely thee has grieved for him, for he was a good friend to thee. ” Tears of joy were running down El sie’s cheeks. She felt that God had raised up friends in the hour of need. She led the old people in to the sitting room, where from the open window Ar -bur Hapgood had been a bewildered ipectator of their arrival and Elsie's greeting. “Is thee a friend of Simon Hapgood?” said the old man politely, taking off ois hat “I am his nephew, sir,’’said Arthur, irawing himself up, ‘ ‘and I happen to be master here now. As my uncle’s di rect heir I have come into the prop- Brty. ” Is thee quite sure of that?” said old Reuben, eying him keenly. “Has more ‘»han one will been found drawn by the band of thy late uncle?” “Not even one,” said Arthur with cheerful positiveness. “My unole, as it happened, never made a will. ” “Thee is mistaken,” said the old man impressively. “Thy uncle did make a will, as both my wife Dorothy and I ran testify, for we were witnesses tc the same, and ho spoke to us of its pro fusions. Thy uncle was not the man to leave those who had been dependent on him in poverty and unfriended. He knew thee to be the son of an opulent father, an only child, and he left theo the family Bible, hoping the perusal might profit thee to edification. ’ A skeptical smile wreathed Arthur’s well cut lips. “You must produce the document, ” said he, “before you can ex pect me to credit your story. If my un cle ever made such a will, ho doubtless had good reason for destroying it ” “Here it is,” said Elsio, and she came forward, pale and trembling, and drew the paper out of her pocket “Un cle Si revealed to me the place where it was hidden in a dream. ” “God be praised, who takes care of the fatherless and the widow, ” exclaimed the old man piously. “I felt that I had a call to come to this place today, and j I doubt not the Lord's hand was in it. ” ! Arthur examined the will, biting his lips with vexation and rage, pale and red by turns. He pronounced tho paper a clever forgery and declared loudly that he would show up its true nature in a court of justice. There was an ex citing scene between him and old Ren- | ben, who declared emphatically that the law of the land would sustain the will of Simon Hapgood. So it proved in the end. Old Miss Prissy and Miss Eetty meantime, hearing loud and excited talk in the next room, had hastily jumped out of bed and huddled on their j clothes under the impression that the i house was on fire. Elsie ran to the top 1 of the lane and gave the whippoorwill . call to summon Paul out of the woods, | and when at k»st Arthur Hapgood drove away to the town in the hired carriage that had brought Reuben and Dorothy Dick to the door he looked bock, with a cloud on his face, and saw a curious group gathered in front of the old farm house to speed the parting guest. There were Aunt Prissy and Aunt Hetty in their hastily improvised toilets, looking joyfully triumphant, the tall, spare form of the old Quaker and the placid face of his wife, and behind them all Elsie and Paul, who had clasped hands like two loving children. Elsie and Paul have been married now two years, and whenever Paul re fers to the finding of Uncle Si’s will and broaches his favorite theory that she must sometime, wheD a child, have | known of the existence of the closet un dcr the attic stairs, Elsie says nothing, but she looks very thoughtful. THE END. TO MEND HIS BROKEN NECK. A Young Philadelphian Under Treatment at tlie Flower Hospital. for Infants and Children HIRTY years* observation of Castoria with thej>atrona^.>_uf millions of persons, permit us to speak of it without gueasing. It is unquestionably the best remedy for Infanta and. Children the world has over known. gives thorn health. It is harmless. Children like it. It It will save their livov_ In it Mothers have something which 1» ubaolntely »af» practicxily perfect »• a child’s medicine. Castoria destroys 'Worms. Castcria allays Feverishness. Castoria prevents vomiting Sonr Curd. Castoria cures Diarrhcaa and 'Wind Colic. CaRtoriareliovonT^etliiiigTroublos Cattoria nentrsliTCs tho ogocts of carbonic acid g.aa or poiaonon^ air. Castoria doe» not contain morphine, opinm. or othor narcotic property. giving healthy and nai arai sleep. Castoria is put np in on«-stee “bottles only. It is not sold in bulk. Don't allow any one to sell yon anything elue on the pie» or yrom»»«» that it is ” jnst as flood’’ and *' will answer every pnrposo. ’ See that yon got C~A~S*T-O~R-I*A. is on every vrapper. Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria V self under the care of Dr. William Tod Helmuth at the Flower hospital. The plaster cast will be kept upon Menge until his recovery, of which the sur The following general forms are always in stock geons are very hopeful, or until the and for sale at the Reporter oihee : Warranty Deeds Real Estate Mortgage experiment is seen to bo a failure. If Quit-cbum Deeds < hattel Mortgage .‘-atisfaction ot Mort. successful, the patient will still be able Bond for Deed Farm Lease Transfer of Mortgage to get about with his head in a brace. Not jg und Receipts. Bill of Sale —New York Letter. We carry a large stock of stationery aud are LEGAL BLANKS. prepared to do Job printing of even- sort tn the best style of the art und at low figures. VULGAR THIEVES. Suspicion That There Are Snch Among the Selects of Dritish Aristocracy. The gratifying announcement is made, says a London correspondent, that “nothing was missed” after the great garden party given by the Duke of Saxe- Coburg at Clarence House, at which a dozen princes and the whole fashiona ble world were present. One would have thought the announcement scarcely necessary, but it seems that some guests at these royal gatherings are accustomed to appropriate spoons, forks and such like trifles as souvenirs. This is not theft, but loyal enthusiasm. The same explanation of the disap pearance of private property at the state ball given at Buckingham palace by command of the queen seems scarcely applicable. The royal plate was found to be intact, but quite a considerable number of ladies lost brooches, brace lets and the like. The missing jewelry was diligently sought for by the bali- room sweepers, supervised by court offi cers, next morning, and one or two small things were found, but all the really valuable articles aro still unac counted for. Only two explanations, both sadden ing and humiliating, are forthcoming. One is that there are vulgar thieves in the British aristocracy. The other is that professional robbers, disguised as dukes or duchesses or what not. gained admission to the sacred precincts of Buckingham palace. Mexican Mustang Liniment Rev. Mather Ilylos. The Rev. Mather Byles of Boston, who preached there in 1776, one fast day ef fected au exchange with a country clergy man, and each went on horseback to the appointed place. They met by the way, and Dr. Byles no sooner saw his friend ap proaching than he put spurs to his horse and passed him at full gallop. “What is the matter? ” cried the other in astonish ment. “Why so fast, Brother Byles?” Brother Byles shouted over bis shoulder, without slackening speed. “It is fast day!” One day when he was busy in nailing some : list upon his doors to exclude the cold a ; parishioner called tohim, “The wind blow- . eth where it listeth, Dr. Byles!” “Yes. | sir, replied the doctor, “and man listeth I where the wind bloweth.” He was once! arrested as a Tory, tried, convicted aud I sentenced to confinement on board a guard- ' ship to be sent to England with his family ■ in 40 days. A sentinel was placed over * him. He was removed, replaced and again removed. “I have been guarded, regarded and disregarded.” said the doctor. He spoke humorously of his sentinel as his I “observe-a-Tory. ”—Sau Fraucicso Argo- 1 naut. A novel mode of trottment in an at tempt to relieve a young man of the effects of breaking his neck is being tried at the Flower hospital. The pa- ' tient is enveloped in a plaster cast from the waist up, nothing but his face bt.-ing left bare. This is to prevent the slightest movement of the head or neck while the muscles and bones are adjusting them selves to their normal relations. Cobweb» and Cut». The subject of the treatment is George The cry of modern surgery is for chem Monge, 19 years old, of Philadelphia. leal cleanliness, and the deluded man or Last January, while ho was exercising woman who binds a small poultice of mi in a gymnasium, he fell from the hori crobes, otherwise cobwebs, over a fresh zontal bar, striking on the back of his cut as a healing agency is a candidate for head. The physician who was called in Bloomingdale. Pressure will stop the said the muscles of the peck were bleeding, if it is not arterial, aud will help sprained, but after two weeks in bed that. Whether au artery has beeu tam Menge, although able to sit up. could pered with or not is shown by tbe way the not raise his head except by using his cut bleeds. A pumping flowora>teady spouting stream indicates that it has. hands. When his head was unsupport Press firmly while tbe nearest physician ed, it fell forward on his breast. As he i is summoned. For ordinary cuts, evfeu had not recovered at the end of seven those which bleed profusely, firm pressure weeks, he was sent to the Pennsylvania right upon them will soon check tlie flow. hospital in Philadelphia, where an ex Then wash them thoroughly in clear hot amination showed that* his neck was water, draw tbe edges together and put broken. An instrument was attached to strips of court or surgeon's plaster across. his head to hold it in place, but no im- 1 Strips should be used instead of a single piece to afford vent for any pus that should provement resulted. gather. The washing is especially neces Three weeks ago Menge started for sary w-hen tbe cut is made by glass or tin, the Catskills, intending to return to! lest any bit of foreign material remain in Philadelphia later for further treatment, I the wound to fester.—New York Times. but while staying with some friends in | Brooklyn he was persuaded to put him- i for Burns, Caked & Inflamed Udders. Piles, Rheumatic Pains, Bruises and Strains, Running Sores, Inflammations, Stiff joints, Harness & Saddle Sores, Sciatica, Lumbago, Scalds, Blisters, Insect Bites, Ali Cattle Ailments, Ail Horse Aiiments, Ali Sheep Ailments, Penetrates Muscle, Membrane and Tissue Quickly to the Very Seat of Pain and Ousts it in a Jiffy. Rub in Vigorously. Mustang Liniment conquers Pain, Makes /Tan or Beast well again. W. L. D ouglas CiUCìÌr ISTHEBKST W ÍTI WCa NO SQUEAKING. *5. 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