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"Why, Martin,” she said, averting her
face from me, “you know I should never
consent to marry you, with rhe idea of
your caring most for that girl. No, I
could-never do that. If I believed you
would ever think of me as you used to
do before you saw her, well, I would
keep true to you. But is there any hope
“Let us be frank with one another," I
answered; “tell me, is there any one else
whom you would marry if I released you
from this promise, which was only given,
perhaps, to soothe my mother’s last
“Yes,” answered Johanna,
hid her face in her hands,
marry my brother.”
Captain Carey! I fairly gasped for
breath. Such an idea had never once
occurred to me, though 1 knew she had
been spending most of her time with the
Careys at the Vale. Captain Carey to
marry! and to marry Julia! To go and
live in our house! I was struck dumb,
and fancied that I had heard wrongly.
If Julia wished for revenge—and wh n
Is not revenge sweet to a jilted woman ?
—she had it now. I was as crestfallen,
as amazed, almost as miserable as she
hud been. Yet 1 had no one to blame
us she had. How could I blame her for
preferring Captain Carey’s lo>e to my
“Julia," I said, after a long silence,
and speaking as calmly as I could, ' do
you love Captain Carey?”
“That is not a fair question to ask,”
answered Johanna. “We have not been
treacherous to you. I scarcely know how
it has all come about. But my brother
has never asked Julia if she loves him;
for we wished to see you first, and hear
how you felt shout Olivia. You say you
shall never love again as you love her.
Bet Julia free, then, quite free, to accept
my brother or reject him. Be generous,
be yourself, Martin.”
“1 will,” I said; “nty dear Julia, you
are as free as air from all obligation to
me. You have been very good and very
true to me. if Captain Carey is as good
•nd true to you, as I believe he will be,
you will be a very happy woman—iiap-
pier than you would ever be with me.”
“And you^will not make yourself un
happy about It?” asked Julia, looking up.
“No,” I answered cheerfully; "I shall
be a merry old bachelor, and visit you
and Captain Carey, when we are all old
folks. Never mind me, Julia; I never
was good enough for you. I shall be
very glad to know that you are happy."
Yet when I found myself in the street
—for I made my escape as soon as 1
could get away from them—I felt as if
• verything worth living for Were slip
ping away from m<>.
M y mother and
Olivia were gone, , un<l
and here was Ju la
forsaking me. I did not grudge her the
new happiness, There was neither jeal-
ousy nor envy in my feelings towards
my supplanter, But in some way I felt
that 1 hail lost a great deal since I en-
tercd thdr drawing room two Lo.as ago.
I did not go straight home to our dull,
gloomy bachelor dwelling place, for I
was not in the mood for an hour's solilo
quy. 1 was passing by the house, chew
ing the bitter cud of my reflection!, an I
turned in to see if any messages were
waiting there. The footman told me n
person had been with an urgent request
that a doctor would go as soon ns pos
sible to No. Ill Bellringer street. I did
not know the street, or what sort of a
locality it was in.
"What kind of a person called?” I ask
“A worn all, sir; not a lady. On foot-
poorly dre- .ed. She's been hero before,
aud Dr. Lowry has visited the case
"Very good,” I said.
Upon inquiry I found that the place
was two miles away; and as our old
friend Simmons was stl 1 on the cab
stand. I jumped into his cab, and bad*
him drive me as fast ns he could. 1
wanted a sense of motion, and a change
of scene. If I had been in Guernsey 1
should have mounted Madam, and had
another midnight ride round the Island.
This was a poor euba'.itute for that; but
the visit would serve to turn my
thoughts from Julia.
We turned nt last into a shabby
street, recognizable even in the twilight
of the scattered lamps as being a place
for ch?Hp lodging houses. Then* was a |
light I turning in the second-floor win
dows of No. 11); but all the test of the
front was in darkness. I paid Simmons
and dismissed him. saying 1 would walk
home. By the time I turned to knock i
at the door, it was opened quietly from
within. A woman stood in the door
way; 1 could not see her face, for the
cau.ile she had brought with her wgs t
on the table behind her; ne ther was
there light enough fur her to distinguish
“Are you come from Dr. Lowry's?"
The voice sounded a familiar one, but
I could not for the life of me recall
whose it was.
"Yes,” I answered, “but I do not know
the name of my patient here."
“Dr Martin Dobree!” she exclaimed.
I recollected her then as the person
who had been in search of Olivia. She
had fallen back a few pace*, and I could
now see her face. It was doubtful, as
If sh< hesitated to admit me. Was It
possible 1 ha l come to attend Olivia's
"I don't know whatever to do!” she
ejaculated; "lie is very ill tonight, but I
don’t think he ought to see you—I don’t
think ho would.”
“I am not anxious to attend him. I
came here simply bveau-e my front is
out of town. If he wishes to see me I
will see him, and do uiy best. It rests
entirely with himself.”
"Will you wait here a few minutes,”
•he asked, "while I see what he will
She left me in the dimly lighted hall.
The place was altogether sordid, an 1
dingy, and miserable. At last I heard
her step coming down the two tllghta
•f stairs, and 1 weal to meet her.
“He will see you,,” she said, eying
me herself with a steady gaze of curi
I was anxious to see Olivii's has
band, partly from the intense aversion
I felt instinctively toward him. He was
lying back in an old, worn-out easy-chair,
with u woman’s shawl thrown across
his shoulders, for the night was chil’y.
His face had the first sickly hue and
emaciation of the disease, and was prob
ably refined by it. It was a handsome,
regular, well-cut face, narrow across
the brows, with thin, firm lips, and eyes
perfect in shape, but cold and glittering
as steel. I knew afterward that he was
fifteen years older than Olivia. Across
his knees lay a shaggy, starved-looing
cat, which he held fast, and entertained
himself by teasing and tormenting it.
He scrutinized me as keenly as I did
“I believe we are in some sort con
nected, Dr. Martin Dobree,” he said;
“my half sister, Kate Daltrey, is mar
ried to your father, I)r. Dobree.”
“Yes,” I answered shortly. The sub
ject was eminently disagreeable to me,
and I had no wish to pursue it with him.
“Ay! she will make him a happy man,”
be continued mockingly; “you are not
yourself married, I believe, Dr. Martin
I took no notice whatever of his re
mark, but passed ou to formal inquiries
concerning his health. My close study
of his malady helped me here. I could
assist him to describe and localize his
symptoms, and I soon found that the dis
ease was in a very early stuge.
“You have a better grip of it than
Lowry," he said. "I feel as if I were
is dead, that you have not taken posses
sion of her property?”
“A shrewd question,” he said jeering
ly. “Why am I in these cursed poor
lodgings? Why am I as poor as Job.
when there are twenty thousand pounds
of my wife's estate lying unclaimed? My
sweet, angelic Olivia left no will, or
none in my favor, you may be sure; and
by her futher's will, if she dies intestate
or without children, his property go< a
to build almshouses, or some confounded
nonsense, in Melbourne. All she be
queaths to me is this ring, which I gate
to her on our wedding day. curse her!”
He held out his hand, on the little
finger of which shone a diamond, that
might, as far as I knew-, be the one I
had once seen in Olivia’s possession.
“Perhaps you do not know,” he con
tinued, “that it was on this very point,
the making of her will, or securing her
property to me in some way, that my
wife took offense and ran away from me.
Carry was just a little too hard upon
her, and I was away in Paris. But con
sider, I expected to be left penniless,
just as you see me left, and Carry was
determined to prevent it.”
“Then you are sure of her death?" 1
“So sure,” he replied calmly, “that we
were married the next day. Olivia’s let-
ter to me, as well as those papers, was
conclusive of her identity. Would you
like to see it?”
Mrs. Foster gave me a slip of paper,
on which were written a few lines. The
words looked faint, and grew fainter to
my eyes as I read them. They were
without doubt Olivia’s writing.
“I know that you are poor, and 1
send you all I can spare—the ring you
once gave to me. I am even poorer than
yourself, but I have just enough for my
There was no more to be said or done.
Conviction had been brought home to me.
I rose to take my leave, and Foster held
out his hand to me, perhaps with a kind
ly intention. Olivia's ring was glittering
on it, and I could not take it into mine.
"Well, well!” he said, “I understand;
I am sorry for you. Come again. Dr.
Martin Dobree. If you know’ of any
remedy for my ease, you are no true man
if you do not try it.”
I went down the narrow staircase,
"That would be unjust to Julia," I In
terrupted. "She must not be aacrificod
to me any longer. I do not suppose I
shall ever marry----- ”
“You must marry, Martin,” she inter
rupted in her turn, and speuking em
phatically; “you are altogether unfitted
for a bachelor's life. It Is all very well
for Dr. John Senior, who hus never
known a woman’s companionship, and
who can do without it. But it is misery
to you—this cold, colorless life. No. Of
all men I ever knew, you are th« least
fitted for a single life.”
"Perhaps I am," I admitted, as I re
called my longing for some sign of wom
anhood about our bachelor dwelling.
(To be continued.)
Proof that the Shipbuilding Industry
Flourished Before Hie Time,
Another popular notion baa been up
set, For centuries It has been supposed
that Father Noah was the first ship
builder of the world and that the ark
in which he saved his family from
drowning was the first vessel that
“plowed the raging main.” This auppo-
sitlon lias been found to be erroneous,
for there exist paintings of Egyptian
vessels Immensely older than the date
2840 B. C„ usually assigned to the ark,
being, Indeed* probably between seven
ty and eighty centuries old. Moreover,
there are now In existence In Egypt
boats which were built about the period
the ark was constructed. These are,
however, small craft, about thirty-three
feet long, seven feet or eight feet wide,
and two and a half feet to three feet
deep. They were discovered six years
ago by the eminent French Egyptolo
gist, M. J. De Morgan, In brick vaults
near Cairo and were probably funeral
They are constructed of three-lnch
acacia aud sycamore planks, dovetailed
together and fastened with trenails.
They have floors but no ribs, and
though nearly 5,000 years old they held
together after their supports had been
removed. These boats may be consid
ered side by side with the better
known, but much more modern, viking
ship, which is now to be seen In a shed
at Christiana. This craft was discov
ered In 1880 In a funeral mound, so that
we owe both these existing examples
of extremely ancient ships to the funer
al customs of countries so dissimilar as
Egypt aud Norway.
Heron Nests in the Maine Woods.
TEASING AND TORMENTING.
made of glass, aud you could look
through me. Can you cure me?”
“1 will do my best,,” I answered.
“So you all say," he muttered, “and
the best is generally good for nothing.
You see I care less about getting over it
than my wife does. She is very anxious
for my recovery.”
"Your wife!" I repented in utter sur
prise; "you are Richard Foster, I be
“Certainly,” he replied.
"Does your wife know of your pres
ent illness?" I inquired.
“To be sure,” he answered; “let me
Introduce you to Mrs. Richard Foster.”
The woman looked nt me with flash
ing eyes an I a moekkikng smile, while
Mr. Foster indulged himself with ex
torting a long an 1 plaintive mew from
the poor ent on Ills knees.
"1 cannot understand,” I said. I did
not know how to continue my speech.
Though they might choose to pass as
husband and wife among strangers,
they could hardly expect to impose upon
"Ah! I see yon do not.” said Mr. Fos
ter, with a visible sneer.
"Olivia dead!" I exclaimed.
"You were not aware of it?” he said.
"1 am afraid I have lievii too sudden.
Kate tells us you were ill love with my
first wife, and sacrificed a most eligible
match for her. Would it be too late to
open fresh negotiations with your cous
in? You see 1 know nil your family his
"When did Olivia die?" 1 Inquired,
though my tongue felt dry and parched,
and the room, with his fiendish face, was
swimming giddily before my eyes.
"When was it, Carry?” he asked, turn
ing to his wife.
"We heard she was dead on the first
of October,” she answered. "Y’ou mar
ried me the next day."
"Ah. yes!" he said; “Olivia had been
dead to me for more than twelve months,
and the moment 1 was free 1 married
her. Dr. Martin. It was quite legal."
"But what proof have you?" 1 asked
still incredulous, yet with a heart so
heavy that it could hardly rouse itself
"Carry, you have those letters," said
"Here are the proofs,” said Mrs. Fos
She put into my hand an ordinary cer
tificate of death, signed by J. Jones.
M. I*. It stated that the deceased.
Olivia Foster, had died on September
the 27th. of acute iutlammation of the
lungs. Accompanying this was a letter
written in a good handwriting, purport
ing to lie from a clergyman or minister,
who had attended Olivia in her fatal Ill
ness. He said that she had desired him
to keep the place of her death and burial
a secret, and to forward no more than
the official certificate of the former
event. This letter was signed E. Jones
No clue was given by either document as
to the place where they were written.
“Are you not satisfied." ssked Foster
"Nos” I replied, "how is it, if Olivia
closely followed by Mrs. Foster. Iler
face had lost its gaiety and boldness, aud
looked womanly and care-worn, as she
laid her hand upon my arm before open
ing the house-door.
"For heaven's sake, come again,” she
said, “if you can do anything for him.
We have money left yet, and I am earn
ing more every day. We can pay you
well. Promise me you will come again.”
"I can promise nothing to night,” I an
"Y’ou shall not go til? you promise,” she
"Well, then, I promise,” I answered,
and she unfastened the chain almost
noiselessly, aud opeued the door into the
I reached home just as Jack was com
ing in from his evening amusement. He
let me in with his latch-key, giving me
a cheery greeting; but as soon as we had
entered the diuing-room, aud he saw my
face, he exclaimed. "Good heavens! Mar
tin. what has happened to you?"
"Olivia is dead!” I answered.
llis arm was about my neck in a mo
ment, for we were like boys together
still, when we were alone, lie knew all
about Olivia, ami he waited patiently till
I could put my tidings into words.
“It must be true," he said, though in a
doubtful tone; “the scoundrel would not
have married again if he had not suffi
"She must have died very soon after
my mother," 1 answered, "and 1 never
"It's strange!” he said. “I wonder she
never got anybody to write to you or
There was no way of accounting for
that strange silence toward us. We sat
talking in short, broken sentences; but
we could come to no conclusion about it.
It was late when we parted, and I went
to bed. but not to sleep.
Upon going downstairs In the morning
I found that Jack was already off. having
left a short note for me. saying he would
visit my patients that day. I had scarce
ly begun breakfast when the servant an
nounced "a lady.” and as the lady fol
lowed close upon his heels. I saw behind
his shoulder the familiar face of Johan
na. looking extremely grave. She was
soon seated beside me. watching me with j
something of the tender, wistful gaze of
"Your friend. Dr. John Senior, called
upon ns a short time since." she said,
“ami told us thia sad, sad news."
I nodded silently.
"If we had only known it yesterday,."
she continued, "you would never have
heard what we theu said. This makes
so vast a difference. Julia could not have
become your wife while there was an
other woman living whom you loved
more. Y’ou understand her feeling?"
"Y’ea,” I said; "Julia is right."
“My brother and I have been talking
about ths change this will make." she
resumed. “He would not rob you of any <
consolation or of any future happiness;
not for worlds. He relinquishes all claim
to er hop« of Julia's affection---- ”
There are three known heron colonies
in New England. One of them is on
the plantation just to the north of Se
bee Lake. On a point of land reaching
out into the pond is a growth of tall
sliver birches, and there are at least
100 nests in the tops of these trees. The
trees are tall, without limbs for forty
feet or more from the ground. It is a
well known fact that herons never
build a nest In a tree with limbs much
less than forty feet from the earth. The
nests are constructed from small sticks,
some up to an inch In diameter. The
nest Is at least two feet across, and
the eggs are a trifle smaller than a
lien’s egg, and of a palejblue color. The
old birds go long distances on their for
aging trips. In some cases forty and fif
ty miles. The birds of this species
about Moosehead Lake and around the
ponds miles to the south nil make their
way to this particular colony at night.
Standing on the point one can see the
birds coming from ail directions during
the period in which they feed their
young.—New York Tribune.
Java's Great Explosion.
Dr. Eugene Murray Aaron calls the
eruption of the volcano Krakatua in
Java “the greatest explosion of modern
times.” He says:
“It is quite safe to say, when we are
asked the question as to which of all
tlie mighty manifestations of God’s
power In this world thus far within
the ken of science has been the most
stupendous, the most all-overw helming,
that the terrific annihilation of Kraka
tua. ill 1883, surpasses all else. A smoke
that encircled the globe, a wave that
traveled 7,500 miles, a sound heard 3.-
000 miles afar and an air shock hurled
thrice around the earih—what more
can be sought as testimony to the pent-
up energies beneath our very feet?”
The Densest Population.
The greatest density of the popula
tion In tlie world Is claimed for Bom
bay, and Is only disputed by Agra. The
population of Bombay amounts to 760
persons per acre in certain areas, and
In these sections the street area only
occupies one-fourth of the whole. If
the entire population massed in the
streets for any purpose, the density
would equal 3,040 persons per acre.
Clock for Theatrical Use.
To Judíente the different numbers of
a program a newly designed clock has
a rotable dial plate, which can be per
forated at the proper places to engage
hooked rods which fall Into the holes
In the dial, and are pulled a short dis- '
tance to make electrical eonnectlona
with bells or indicators located in con
A New Gnn.
A centrifugal gun. discharging 30.000
bullets a minute, has l>een invented by
an English engineer. . The bullets are
poured into a case front a hopper, and
guided into a disk three feet In diame
ter. revolving in the case at the rate of
15.01X) revolutions a minute. They are
discharged from the edge of the disk.
Man's ordinary temperature la 98.6
degrees when In good health; that of a
snail 76 degrees, and of a chicken 111 ,
We have remarked that soon after It |
Is announced that a tnan seems t®
drink at the fountain of perpetual
youth be dies.
The moat successful nation is deter
HER HOUR OF TRIUMPH.
Rejoiced W han the Horse Had
KickeJ the Bugxy to Piece«.
Some neighbors and friends of ours
had a horse called Alcade, says Horace
Vachell In his interesting description
of California life; and thereupon be
goes on to relate an incident in which
the horse played an important part.
Alcade was a most respectable horse,
but like all of 11s he had his failing;
he would flick his tail,over the relua.
So one day my friend, when about to
take his wife out for a drive, tied down
Aleade's tail so tightly and securely
that not a wiggle was left in it.
Now. It happened that only that
morning my friend’s wife had turned
on the water—water, you must under
stand, Is a very precious article on a
ranch in Southern California—and,
alas! she had neglected to turn it off.
So the water had flowed away; leaving
the family tank empty and cracking
beneath the ardent rays of the sun.
Conceive, If you can, the wrath of a
husband condemned by his wife’s care
lessness to pump many hundreds of
gallons of water! You may be sure
that he—he was an Englishman—told
his unhappy wife that she bad com
mitted the unpardonable sin; and she,
poor soul, appreciating the magnitude
of her offense, held her peace—which
Is remarkable because she was a
daughter of the West.
Perhaps the husband was sorry that
he had spoken so harshly, and thought
that a drive behind a fast trotter would
establish happier relations between the
two who should be one. Be that as It
may, after the drive was over he began
to unharness Alcade, Ills wife standing
by and talking to him.
The traces were unhooked, the
breeching-straps unbuckled, and then
Alcade was commanded to leave the
shafts; but Alcade. wise as Balaam's
ass, never stirred, for he knew that his
tail was still fast to the buggy. There
upon my friend took the whip and ap
plied it smartly to Aleade's hind quar
Alcade, who had doubtless been nurs
ing his wrongs all the afternoon, and
who saw his opportunity, as the law
yers say. to show cause, retaliated by
kicking the buggy into a heap of kind
My friend’s wife watched this per
formance with interest, and when It
was over she turned to her husband
“My dear, after this I shall turn on
the water and let it run as often and
as long as I please.”
CHILD ARMY CAPTAIN.
Son of Gen. Lawton Held That Rank in
I’h i 1 i ppi nee.
The Change of
Is the most Important period In a
man's existence. Owing to ruoden»
methods of living, not one woman in
a thousand approaches this perfectly
natural change without experiencing
a train of very annoying and some
1 times painful symptoms.
Those dreadful hot flashes, sending
the blood surging to the heart until it
seems ready to burst, ami the faint
feeling that follows, sometimes with
I chills, as if the heart were going to
| stop for good, are symptoms of a dan-
Mas. J bkxis N obls .
gerons, nervous trouble. Those hot
flashes are just so many calls from
nature for help. The nerves are cry
ing out for assistance. The cry should
>>e heeded in time. Lydia E. Pink
ham's Vegetable Compound was pre-
l>ared to meet the needs of woman’s
system at this trying period of her life.
' It builds up the weakened nervous
system, and enables a woman to pass
that grand change triumphantly.
“ I was a very sick woman, caused
by Change of Life. I suffered with hot
flushes, and fainting spells.
afraid to go on the street, my head and
back troubled me so. I was entirely
cured by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta
ble Compound.” — M bs . J ennie N o bi .S*
5010 Keyser St., Germantown, Pa.
“You’ve got a little brother,”
the nurse at breakfast. “He
born last night.”
“Really,” said Tommy, “And
night was Sunday. Poor kid!”
“Why do you say that?”
“Cause his birthday won't do
any good. Sunday’s a holiday,
A Waste of Hospitality.
Mrs. Hermitage (of Drearydale)— I
believe I will invite the Gothams out
from the city to spend Sunday with
Hermitage (hopelessly) — What’s
the use, Mary? They don’t want to
buy a suburban cottage..—Boston
The Kentucky State Guard numbers
among its members the youngest indi |
vidual that ever
d o lined shoulder
Accounting for It.
straps in the Cull
“It may be merely fancy,” remark-
ed States army or I ed Mrs. Seldom-Holme, “but since my
who has been un husband commenced drinking the wa
der fire In battle. ter from that iron spring he has’
Is seemed to be ten times as obstinate
Manley as he used to be.”
"Perhaps,” suggested Mrs. Nexdoor,
Lawton, son of the
“the water is tinctured with pig
late Gen. H. W. iron?”—Chicago Tribune.
I.awton, who, al-
though only 13
What Did She Do?
years old, is the
Miss Prism—Don't let your dog bite
bugler for the first battalion artillery. me, little boy.
Kentucky State Guard.
Little Boy—He won't bite, ma'am.
At the age of 11 years this boy was
Miss Prism—But he is showing his
on the firing line and under tire. He teeth.
Little boy (with pride)—Certainly
went to the Philippines with his father
and served in various commands until he is, ma'am; and if you had as good
teeth as he, you'd show ’em, too.”—
ills father’s death In December, 1899. Tid-Bits.
Soon after arriving he was assigned to
Not So Bad.
the position of volunteer aide on his
father's staff with the rank of captain.
Mrs. Housekeep—Oh, Bridget, you
He served faithfully and well, going haven’t really broken that piece of
through the entire campaign: taking Severes? Oh, my! That’s the worst
part In all the expeditions, and endur thing you could have broken in the
ing the same hardships as the others of whole house!
Bridget—Faith, Oi’m glad to hear it
wasn’t the best, mum!—Philadelphia
Before starting on that long north Press.
ern expedition with Ills father to Lu
Thrown from His Cab and Killed.
zon. the result of which meant so much,
he served for some time as an aide to
The following is a most interesting
Gen. Fred Grant while the latter was and, in one respect, pathetic tale: —
Mr. J. Pope, 42 Ferrar Road, Streat-
stationed at Bacor. Of all the relics
brought back from the Philippines, haia, England, said:
“Yes, poor chap, he is gone, dead—
says the Philadelphia Inquirer, the
horse bolted, thrown off his seat on
most treasured by him are the official his cab he was driving and killed—
papers showing his assignment and pro poor chap, and a good sort too. mate.
motions while serving In the volunteer It was him, you see, who gave me that
army of the United States.
half bottle of St. Jacob's Oil that
made a new man of me. ’Twas like
this: me and Bowman were great
Two club-men were discussing the friends. Some gentleman had given
financial affairs of some of their ac- him a bottle of St. Jacob's Oil which
had done him a lot of good; he only
"Now there's Brown. He’s been used half the bottle, and remembering
speculating heavily In wheat. How has that I had been a martyr to rheuma
tism and sciatica for years, that I had
he come out?”
literally tried everything, had doctors,
and all without benefit, I became dis
“And th-re’s Williams. lie has dab couraged, and looked upon it that
bled extensively In oats. Has he made there was no help for me. Well," said
Pope, “You may not believe me, for
"He hasn't done as well as Brown it is a miracle, but before I had used
has. But Thompson—you know Thomp the contents of the half bottle of St.
Jacob's Oil which poor Bowman gave
me. I was a well man. There it is,
“Yea, I know him.”
you see, after years of pain, after us
"Well. he's worth as much as Brown ing remedies,
and Williams put together."
horse liniments, and spent money on
“There you’re wrong. I know Thomp doctors without getting any better. I
son’s circumstances exactly. He Isn’t was completely cured in a few days.
worth a cent.”
I bought another bottle, thinking the
"Just so. Brown Is worth two hun pain might come back, but It did not.
dred thousand dollars, and YY'illlams is so I gave the bottle nway to a friend
two hundred thousand dollars’ worse who had a lame back. I can’t speak
highly of this wonderful pain
off than nothing. If you combine the too
wealth of the two It amount to noth
ing. the same as Thompson’s. Have
Autocrat of th« Tzbl«.
you forgotten matWi matics?”
The head waiter at the Cliff House,
Manitou, was given a smoker the
Onr of Their Characteristics.
“Our minister Is a splendid man. Ev other night and a fine gold watch.
The distinguished official responded
erything about him is so good."
and with dignity to the
"Yes. I've noticed that, like many appropriately
presentation speech. He then lifted
ministers, he even has a good appetite.” his hand in token that the audience
was at an end. His guests departed
and the great man was left alone__
Give any woman time, and she will Denver
complain of the condition In which her
clothes with real lace on came out of
“White coal is the striking name
If a baby is well-spring of pleasers given bj a French paper to the force
generating electricity by harnessed
twins must be a deluge.