Batesville Herald. (Batesville, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 44, Ed. 1 Friday, June 20, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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FAITHFUL DOG IS PUNISHED
MARTHA DELLINGER
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SYNOPSIS.
Agatha Redmond, opera slngrr. atarMns
for an auto drive In New York, Amis a
■[ranger sent as her chauffeur I/iter
she I* accosted by a stranger who climbs
Into the auto and chloroforms her. James
Hsmblnton of I<ynn. Mass., witness's the
abduction of Agatha Redmond. 'Humble-
ton sees Agatha forcibly taken aboard a
yacht. He secures a tug and when near
the yacht drops overboard. Aleck Van
Camp, friend of Hambleton. had an ap-
pointment with him. Not meeting Ham-
Proposes to the latter and Is refused. The
three arrange a const trip on Van Camp's
yacht, the Sea Hull. Hambleton wakes
up on board the Jeanne 1>'Are, the yacht
on which is Agatha Redmond. He meets
a man who Introduces himself ns Mon-
sieur Chatelard. who Is Agatha's abduc-
tor. They light, hut are interrupted by
the sinking of the vessel. Jimmy and
Agatha are abandoned by the crew, who
take to the boats Jimmy and Agatha
swim for hours and finally reach shore
In a thoroughly exhausted condition. Re-
covering slightly, tlie pair find Hand, the
chauffeur who assisted in Agatha's ab-
duction. He agrees to help them. Jim Is
delirious and on the verge of death. Hand
goes for help. He returns with Dr.
Thayer, who revives Jim, and the party
Is conveyed to Charlesport, where Aga-
tha’s property Is located. Van Camp and
his party. In the Sea Hull, reach Chfities-
port and get tidings of the wreck of the
Jeanno D'Arc. Aleck finds Jim on the
verge of death and Agatha In despair.
Dr. Thayer declares his sister, Mrs. Stod-
dard, Is the only one who can save J'm.
She Is a woman of strong religious con-
victions, and dislikes Agatha on account
of her profession. She refuses to nurse
Jim. Agatha pleads with her and she
consents to take the case. Hand explains
how he escaped from the wreck, though
be will say nothing concerning the ab-
duction. Lizzie, Agatha's maid, arrives
from New York. The tight for Jim's
life goes on. Van Camp heara Agatna's
atory and gets on the track of Chatelard.
who escaped from the wreck.
CHAPTER XVII.
The Turn of the Tide.
Lights in a country house at night
are often the signal of birth or death,
sometimes of both. The old red house
threw its beacon from almost every
window that night, and seemed mute-
ly to defy the onslaught of enveloping
darkness, whether Plutonic or Stygian.
Time was when Parson Thayer's li-
brary lamp burned nightly into the lit-
tle hours, and through the uncurtained
windows the churchyard ghosts, had
they wandered that way, could have
seen his long thin form, wrapped in a
paisley cloth dressing-gown, sitting In
the glow. He would have been read-
ing some old leather-bound volume,
and would have remained for hours
almost as quiet and noiseless as the
ghosts themselves. Now he had stepped
across the threshold and Joined them,
and new spirits had come to burn the
light In the old red house.
Agatha, half-dressed, had slept, and
woke feeling that the night must be
far advanced. The house was very
still, with no sound or echo of the ln-
roherent tones which, for now many
days, had come from the room down
the hall. She lit a candle, and the
sputtering match Beemed to fill the
house with noise. Her clock indicated
a little past midnight. It was only
twenty minutes since she had lain
down, but she was wide awake and
refreshed. While she was pinning up
her hair In a big mass on the top of
her head, she heard In the hall slow,
pteady steps, Arm but not heavy, even
as in daytime. Susan Stoddard did
not tiptoe.
Agatha was at the door before she
could knock.
"You had better come for a few
mlnutcG,” Mrs Stoddard said. The
tones were. In themselves, an adjura-
tion to faith and fortitude.
“Yes, I will come," said Agatha.
They walked together down the dimly
lighted hall, each woman In her own
way proving how Btrong and efficient
Is the discipline of self-control.
In the sick-room a screen shaded
the light from the bed, which had been
pulled out almost Into the middle of
the room. Near the bed was a table
with bottles, glasses, a covered pitch-
er, slid on the floor an oxygen tank.
Doctor Thayer’s massive figure was In
the shadow close to the bed, and
Aleck Van Camp leaned over the
curved footboard. James lay on hls
pillow, a ghost of a man, still as death
Itself. As Agatha grew accustomed to
the light, she saw that hls eyes were
closed, the lips under the ragged
heard were drawn and slightly part-
ad; hls forehead was the pallid fore-
head of death-ln-llfe. Neither the doc-
tor nor Aleck moved or turned their
gaze from the bed aa Agatha and Mr*.
Stoddard entered The air waa still,
and the profound alienee without waa
as a mighty reaervolr for the alienee
within.
Agatha Blood by the footboard be-
side Aleck, while Mrs. Stoddard, get-
ting a warm freestone from the Invla-
Ible Mr. Hand In the hall, placed It
beneath the bedclothes. Aleck Van
Camp dropped hla head, covering hla
face with hla tynda. Agatha, watch-
ing. by and by saw a change come
over the alck man'a face. She held
h»r breath, It teemed for untold min-
„i«a. while Doctor Thayer reached hla
hand to the patient’s heart and leaned
over to observe more closely hls face.
"See!” she whispered to Aleck,
touching hls shoulder lightly, “he is
looking at us.” When Aleck looked up
James was indeed looking at them
with large, serious, half-focussed eyes.
It was as If he wore coming back
from another world where the laws of
vision were different, and he was only
partially adjusted to the present con-
ditions. He moved hls hands feebly
under the bedclothes, where they
were being warmed by the freestone,
and then tried to moisten his lips,
Agatha took a glass of water from
the table, looked about for a napkin,
but, seeing none, wet the tips of her
lingers and placed them gently over
James’ lips. His eyes followed her at
first, but closed for an Instant as she
came near. When they opened again,
they looked more natural. As he felt
the comfort of the water on his lips,
his features relaxed, and a look of
recognition illumined his face. Ills
eyes moved from Agatha to Aleck,
who was now bending over him, and
back to Agatha. The look was a sa-
lute, happy and peaceful. Then hls
eyes closed again.
For an hour Agatha and Aleck kept
their watch, almost fearing to breathe.
Doctor Thayer worked, gave quiet or-
ders. tested the heartbeats, let no
movement or symptom go unnoticed.
For a time Jamer kept even the doc-
tor in doubt whether he was slipping
Into the Great Unknown or into a
deep and convalescent sleep. By the
end of the hour, however, Jlmsy had
decided for natural sleep, urged there-
to, perhaps, by that unseen playwright
who had decreed another time for cur-
tain; or perhaps he was kept by Doc-
tor Thayer's professional persuasions,
in defiance of the prompter’s signal.
However the case, the heart slowly
but surely began to take up Its job
like an honest force-pump, the face
began to lose Its death like pallor, the
breathing became more nearly nor-
mal. Doctor Thayer, with Mrs. Stod-
dard quiet and efficient at his elbow,
worked and tested and worked again,
ond finally sat moveless for some
minutes, watch in hand, counting the
pulsations of James’ heart. At the
eud of the time he laid the hand care-
fully back under the clothes, put hls
watch in hls pocket, and finally got
up and looked around the room.
Mrs. Stoddard was pouring some-
thing into a measuring glass. Agatha
was standing by the window, looking
out into the blue night; and Aleck
could be seen through the half-open
door, pacing up and down the hall.
Doctor Thayer turned to his sister.
"Give him hls medicine on the half-
hour, and then you go to bed. That
man Hand will do now.” Then he went
to the door and addressed Aleck.
"Well, Mr. Van Camp, unless some-
thing unexpected turns up, I think
your cousin will live to Jump over-
board again."
OfThand as the words were, there
was unmistakable satisfaction, happi-
ness, even triumph In hls voice, and
he returned Aleck’s hand-clasp with a
vise-like grip. Ills masculinity lgnoied
Agatha, or pretended to; but she had
followed him to the door. As the old
man clasped hands with Aleck, lie
heard behind him a deep, "O Doctor!”
The next Instant Agatha's arms were
around his neck, and the back of his
bald head was pressed against some-
thing that could only have been a
cheek. Surprising as this was, the
doctor did not stampede; but by the
time he had got clear of Aleck and
had reached up hls hand to find the
cheek, it was gone, and the arms. too.
Susan Stoddard somehow got mixed
up in the general Te Deuin In the
hall; and for the first time, now that
the fight was over, allowed her femi-
nine feelings—that Is, a few tears—
to come to the surface.
Aleck, however, went to pieces,
gone down in that species of mental
collapse by which deliberate, judicial
men become reckless, and strong men
become weak. He stepped softly back
Into the bed-room and leaned again
over the curved footboard, hla face
quite miserable. Ha went nearer, and
held hla ear down close to the bed-
clothes, to hear for himself the regu-
lar beating of the heart. Slowly he
convinced hlmaelf that the doctor's
words might possibly he true, at least.
He turned to Hand, who had come In
and waa adjusting the shades, and
asked him: “Do you believe he’s
asleep?” In the tone of one who de-
mands an oath.
“Oh, yea, air; he'a sleeping nicely,
Mr. Van Camp. 1 aaw the change the
moment I came In."
Aleck atlll hesitated to leave, fear-
ful, apparently, lest he might take the
blessed sleep away with him. Aa he
stood by the bed, a low but dtstlnot
whistle aounded outside, then, after
a moment's Interval, was repeated.
Aleck lifted his head at the first sig-
nal, took another look at James and
one Rt Hand, then light as a cat he
darted from the room and down the
stairs, leaving the house through ono
of the tall windows In the parlor. Mr.
Chamberlain waB standing neur the
lilac bushes, Ills big figure outlined
dimly in the darkness.
“Shut up!” Aleck whispered fierce-
ly, as ho ran toward him. "He's Just
got to sleep, Chamberlain; gone to
sleep, like a baby. Don’t mako an In-
fernal racket!”
“Oh, I didn’t know. Didn’t mean
to make a racket," began Chamber-
lain, when Aleck plumped into him
and shook him by the shoulders.
“He's asleep—like a baby!" he re-
iterated. And Chamberlain, wise com
rade, took Aleck by the arm and
tramped him off over the hill to settle
his nerves. They walked for an hour
arm In arm over the road that lay like
a gray ribbon before them in the
night, winding up slantwise along the
rugged country.
Dawn was awake on the hills a mile
away, and by and by Aleck found
tongue to tell the story of the night,
which was good for him. He talked
fast and unevenly, and even extrava-
gantly. Chamberlain listened and
loved hls friend in a sympathy tnat
spoke for Itself, though hls words
were commonplace enough. By the
time they had circled the five-mile
road and were near the house sgain,
Aleck was something like himself,
though still unusually excited. Cham-
berlain mentioned casually that Miss
Reynier had been anxious about him.
and that all hls friends at the big ho-
tel had worried. Finally, he, Cham-
berlain, had set out for the old red
house, thinking he could possibly be
of service; In any case glad to be near
hls friend.
“And, by the way,” Chamberlain
added, “you may be Interested to hear
that accidentally I got on the track
of that beggar who ate the hermit's
eggs. Took a tramp this morning, and
found him held up at a kind of sailor's
Inn, waiting for money. Grouchy old
party; no wonder his men shipped
him.”
Aleck at first took but feeble inter-
est in Chamberlain’s discoveries; he
was still far from being his precise.
Judicial self. He let Chamberlain talk
on, scarcely noticing what he said,
until suddenly the identity of the
man whom Chamberlain was describ-
ing came home to him. Agatha's
story flashed back In hls memory. He
stopped short in hls tracks, halting
hls companion with a stretched-out
forefinger.
"Look here, Chamberlain,” he sold,
•'I’ve been half loony and didn’t take
in what you said. If that’s the owner
or proprietor of the Jeanne D’Arc—
a man known as Monsieur Chatelard.
French accent, blond, above medium
size, prominent white teeth—we want
him right away. He kidnaped Miss
Redmond in New York, and I shouldn’t
wonder If he kidnaped old Jim and
stole the yacht besides. He's a bad
one.”
Mr. Chamberlain had the air of hu-
moring a lunatic. “Well, what's to be
done? Is It a case for the law? Is
there any evidence (to be had?"
"Law! Evidence!" cried Aleck.
"I should think so. You go to Big
Simon, Chamberlain, and find out
who's sheriff, and we'll get a warrant
apd run him down. Heuvens! A man
like that would sell his mother!”
Chamberlain looked frankly skepti-
cal. and would not budge until Aleck
had related every circumstance that
he knew about Agatha's involuntary
flight from New York. He was all
for going to the red house and Inves-
tigating Agatha herself, but Aleck re-
fused to let him do that.
"She's worn out and gone to bed;
you can't see her. But It’s straight,
you take my word. We must catch
that scoundrel and bring him here for
Identification—to be sure there'a no
mistake. And If It la he, It’ll be hot
enough for him."
Chamberlain doubted whether It
waa the same man, and put up objec-
tions seriatim to each proposition of
Aleck’s, but finally accepted them all.
He made a point, however, of going
on hla queat alone.
"You go back to the red house and
go to bed, and 111 round up Eggs. I
think I‘know bow the trick can be
done.”
Aleck was stubborn about accom-
panying Chamberlain, but the English-
man plainly wouldn’t have U. He told
Aleck he could do It better alone, and
led him by the arm back to tha old
red house, wbera tha kitchen door
stood hospitably open. Sallle waa at
work In her pantry. The kettle waa
sluglng on tha stov% and the milk
had already come from a neighbors
dairy.
Bailie's temper may not have beoa
ideal, but at least she was not of
those who arc grouchy before break-
fast. She served Aleck and Chamber-
lain in the kitchen with homely skill,
giving them both a wholesome and
pleasant morning after their night of
gloom.
"You can’t do anything right all day
If you start behindhand,” she replied
when Aleck remarked upon her early
rising. "Besides I was up last night
more than once, watching for Mlse
Redmond. The young roan’s Bleeping
nicely, she says.”
8he went cheerfully about her kitch-
en work, giving the men her beat,
womanlike, and asking nothing in re-
turn. not even attention. They took
her service gratefully, however, and
there wus enough of Eve in 8allle to
know it.
"By the way. Chamberlain," said
Aleck, "we must get a telegram off to
the family In Lynn." He wrote out
the address and shoved It across Bai-
lie's red kitchen tableclotrh. "And tell
them not to think of coming!" ad-
jured Aleck. “We don’t want any
more of a swarry here than we’ve got
row." Chamberlain undertook to send
the message; and since he had con-
tracted to catch the criminal of tho
Jeanno D’Arc, he was eager to be off
on his hunt.
"Good-by, old man. You go to bed
and get a good 6leep. I'll stop at the
hotel and leave word for Miss Rey-
nier. And you stay here, so I’ll know
where you are. I tnay want to find
jou quick. If I land that bloomin’ beg-
gar."
"Thanks," said Aleck weakly. “I’ll
turn in for an hour or so, If Sallle can
find me a bod.”
Mr. Chamberlain made several
notes on an envelope which he pulled
from hls pocket, gravely thanked Sal-
lie for her breakfast and lifted his hat
to her when he departed. Aleck
dropped Into a chnir and was stupid-
ly staring at the stove when Sallle re-
turned from a journey to the pump
in the yard.
“You’ll like to take a little rest, Mr.
Van Camp,” she said, "and I know just
the place where you’ll not hear a
sound from anywhere—if you don't
mind there not being a carpet. I'll go
up right away and show you the room
before I knead out my bread.” So she
conducted Aleck to a big, clean attic
under the rafters, remote and quiet
He was exhausted, not from lack of
sleep—he had often borne many hours
cf wakefulness and hard work without
turnjng a hair—but from the Jarring
of a live nerve throughout the night of
anxiety. The past, and tho relation-
ships of youth and kindred were sa-
cred to him, and his pain had over-
shadowed. for the hour at least, even
the newer claims of his love for Me-
lanie Reynier.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Spirit of XAe Ancient Wood.
Agatha's first thought on awakening
late in the forenoon, was the memory
of Sallle Kingsbury coaxing her -to
bed and tucking her in, in the purple
light of the early morning. She re-
membered the attention with pleasure
and gratitude, as another blessing
added to the greater one of James
Hambleton’s turn toward recovery.
Sallie’s act was mute testimony that
Agatha was, in truth, heir to Hercu-
les Thayer's estate, spiritual and mate-
rial.
She summoned Lizzie, and while she
was dressing, laid out directions for
the day. During her short stay in
Ilion, Lizzie had been diligent enough
in gathering Items of information, but
nevertheless she had remained oblivi-
ons of any impending crisis during the
night. Her pompadour was marcelled
as accurately as If she w?re expect-
ing a morning call from Mr. Straker.
No rustlings of the wings of the
Angel of Death had disturbed her
sleep. In fact. Lizzie would have
winked knowingly if his visit had
been announced to her. Her sophisti-
cation had banished such supersti-
tions. She noticed, however, that
Agatha's candles had burned to their
sockets, and inquired if Miss Red
mond had been wakeful.
“Mr. Hambleton was very III, Every-
body in the house wan up till near
morning.” replied Agatha rather
tartly.
“Oh, what a pity! Could 1 have
done anything? I npver heard a
sound,” cried Lizzie effusively.
’ No. there was nothing you could
have done,” said Agatha.
•'It’s very bad for your voice, Miss
Redmond, staying up all night,” went
on Lizzie solicitously. “You're quite
pal« this morning. And with your
western ton- ahead of you!”
Agatha let those adjurations go un-
answered. It occurred to Lizzie that
possibly she had allied herself with a
mistress who was foolish enough to
ruin her public career by private fol-
lies. such as worrying about sick peo-
ple. Heaven, In Lizzie's eyes, was the
glare of publicity; and since she was
unable to shine in It herself, she loved
to be attached to somebody who could.
Her fidelity was based on Agatha’s
celebrity as a singer She would have
preferred serving an actress who waa
all the rage, but considered a popular
singer, who paid liberally, as the next
best thing.
There was always enough common
sense In Lizzie’s remarks to make
some lmrr«"*lon- even on a parson
capable of the folljr of mourning at a
death-bed. Agatha’s spirits, freshened
by hope and the sleep of health, roes
to a buoyancy which waa well able to
deal with practical questions She
quickly formed a plan for the day,
though she waa wtae enough to with-
hold*'he acheme from the maid,
Agatha drank her coffee, ate spar-
ingly of flallle'e toast, and, leaving
Lizzie with a piece of sewing to do.
went Ural to Jantea Hambloton's room.
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After ten minutes or so, she slowly de-
scended the stain and went out the
front way. She circled the garden
and; came round to tha open kitchen
dooR. Sallle waa kneeling before her
oveni. Inspecting bread. Agatha watch-
ed her while she tapped the bottom
of the tin. held her face down close to
the loaf, and finally took the whole
baking out of the oven and tipped the
tlna on the table.
"That’s the most delicious smell
that ever waa!” said Agatha.
Sallle jumped up and pulled her
apron straight
”Lor', Miss Redmond, how you
scared me! Couldn’t you sleep any
longer?"
"I didn't want to; I'm as good aa
new. Tell me, Sallle, where all the
people are. Mr. Hand la In Mr. Ham-
bleton'a room, I know, but where are
the others?”
“I guess they’re all parceled round,”
said Sallle with symptoms of sniffing.
"I don’t wanter complain, Mlse Red-
mond, but we ain’t had any such a
houseful since Parson Thayer'a last
conference met here, and not so many
then; only three ministers and two
wives, though, of course, ministers
make more work. But I wouldn’t say
a word. Miss Redmond, about the
work. If It wasn’t Tor that young
woman that puts on such airs coming
and getting your tray. 1 ain't used to
that.”
Sallle paused, like any good orator,
while her main thesis gained impres-
siveness from silence. It wits only
too evident that her feelings were
hurt.
Agatha considered the matter, but
before replying came farther into the
kitchen and touched the tip of a fin-
ger to one of Sallie’s loaves, lifting it
to show its golden brown crust.
"You’re an expert at bread, Sallle. I
can see that," Bhe said heartily. “I
shouldn’t hnve got over my accident
half so well if tt hadn't been for your
good food and your care, and 1 want
you to know that 1 appreciate It."
She was reluctant to discuss tho maid,
but her cordial liking for Sallle coun
eeled frankness. "Don’t mind ubout
Lizzie. I thought you had too much
to do, and that she might Just as well
help you, but If she bothers you, we
won’t have it. And now tell me
where Mrs. Stoddard and the others
are.”
Sallle's symptoms Indicated that she
was about to be propitiated; but sbe
had yet a deBlre to make her position
clear to Miss Redmond. “It's nil right;
only I’ve taken care of the china for
seventeen years, and It don’t seem
right to let her handle It. And she
told me herself that anybody that had
any respect for their hands wouldn’t
do kitchen work. And If her hands
are too good for kitchen work. I’m
sure I don’t want her messing round
here. She left the tea on the stove
till It boiled. Miss Redmond, Just yes-
terday.”
Agatha smiled. ’Tm aura Lizzie
doesn't know anything about cooking,
Sallle, and she shall not bother you
any more."
Sallto turned a rather less melan-
choly face toward Agatha. “It’s been
fairly lonesome since the parson died.
I’m glad you’ve come to the red
house.” The words came from Sal
lie’s lips gruffly and ungraciously, but
Agatha knew thnt they were sincere.
She knew better, however, than to
appear to notice them. In a moment
Sallle went on: “Mrs. Stoddard,
she’s asleep in the front spure room.
Said for me to call her at twelve."
"Poor woman! She must be tired,"
said Agatha.
"Aunt Susan’s a stout woman. Mias
Redmond. She didn't go to bed until
she’d had prayers beside the young
man's bed. with Mr. Hand present I
had to wait with the coffee. And I
guess Mr. Hand nln’t very much used
to our ways, for when Aunt Susun had
madn a primer, Mr. Hand said: ‘Yes,
ma'am!’ Instead of Amen."
There was a mixture of disappro-
bation and grim humor which did not
escape Agatha. She was again btv
gulled into a smile, though Sallle re-
mained grave as a tombstone.
"Mr. Hand will learn,’’ said Agatha;
nnd was about to add "Like the rest
of us,” but thought better of It Sal
lie took up her tale.
<TO BE CONTINUED.)
Browning's Disappointment.
Robert Browning's great hopes for
hls son were not fulfilled. One of the
poet's disappointments was the rejec-
tion of a statue by "Pen” sent to the
academy in the '80s.
Though Pen Browning's statue was
rejected, two or three pictures paint-
ed In Belgium, clever In a hard, real-
istic technique, but very far from
beautiful, were hung at the academy.
Browning was sensitively anxious
about the reputation of these works.
On ono occasion, when he was show-
ing hla son's pictures on a studio Sun-
day, he said to a friend who mentally
noted the saying with Its rather
strained modesty: "You see, people
expect so much from him because
had a clever mother " One of the pic-
tures. by the way. represented an ex-
ceedingly large pig There was no
kind of impression about It. It was a
pig seen through no temperament at
all.
Misfit Labels.
"Economizing sometimes produces
ludicrous results." a woman said.
"When wa moved last October we
ueed traveler!' tags to label tha
kitchen supplies, and when we went
traveling In May we tried to save
money by ualng thoee eame tags
which, aa luck would have It. hap-
pened to get fastened on wrong aide
up, and whan wa got down to the plet
all our luggage waa labeled ‘Sugar,'
•Flour,* ’Prunes,’ 'Bread,' and ‘Roast
Pork,* Instead of Laura, Margaret, and
Pauline Smith, and although we Anally
got straightened out, you really can
not blame the crew for slyly poking
fun at ua all the way over"
Lashed for Barking While Burglars
Ware Robbing Hla Master's
Cafe in New York.
Aaron Silverman's brlndle bulldog
Spot la the only living creature around
Silverman cafe at 141 West Twenty-
seveuth street that is in any condi-
tion to smile, but Spot le physically
too aore to amlle.
Some time after midnight the bark-
ing of Spot awakened the Silverman
family In their rooms above the sa-
loon. Silverman thereupon arose, got
a trunk strap and walloped poor old
Spot Into silence and went back to
bed.
When Silverman went behind the
bar about 6:80 be found that burglars
who doubtless had started Spot's un-
precedented barking had ripped open
the cash register and taken $30 and a
ring from It, and then had attacked
the snfe and got away with one dia-
mond ring worth $185, two more worth
$100 each, a $76 watch, a lavalllere
worth $75, a $45 locket and chain and
four Russian gold pieces worth about
$10.—New York Sun.
MILLIONS PRAISE
Hot Springs Liver Button*
The best remedy for liver, stomach
or bowel troubles and ospeclallylcon-
stlpatlon la the famous HOT
SPRINGS LIVER BUTTON8.
Don't miss getting a box to-day—
they tone up the liver, drive out the
poiaonous waste In the bowels and
mako you feel simply splendid In a
few hours.
Cut out Calomel and slam hang
purgatives. Try HOT SPRINGS
LIVER BUTTONS Just once and
you’ll have no use for any other liver
remedy. Fine for sick headache, sal-
low skin, dull eyes and blotches.
Druggists everywhere for 25c. Freo
sample from Hot Springs Chemical
Co., Hot Springs, Ark.
Yearning for ExperlmenL
"Are you In favor of government
ownership of everything?"
"Yes.”
“How do you think such a schema
would work out?"
“Nobody can tell. That’s what
makes It so Interesting and attrac-
tive.”
No. SIX-SIXTY-SIX
ThlB is a prescription prepared e»
pecially for Malaria or Chills and
Fever. Five or aix doses will break
any case, and If taken then as a tonlo
the fever will not return. 25c.—Adv.
New York’s New Poetoffice.
New York’s new $6,000,000 post-
office building, a massive pile of pink
granite five stories In height and two
blocks long, facing the rear of the
Pennsylvania station, Is tho greatest
building of Its kind In the world.
From the curb to the topmost piece
of granite la 101 feet. There are 105.-
000 cubic feet of granite, 18,000 tons
of ateel, 7,000,000 bricks and 200,000
square feet of glasa in the building.
The main corridor, corresponding In
length to the outside colonnade, la a
combination of buff marble, white
plaster and glass, two atorlea high, 20
feet wide and 280 feet long. There
are 400,000 square feet of working
apace wlthlng the building.—Popular
Mechanics.
London and Its Lumber.
1/ondon Is the most conservative clt>
In Europe, if not In the world. It loves
its lumber. You may still see those
notices attached to lamp posts which
announces "Standing for Four Hack
ney Carriages, or whatever the num-
ber may be, though fof ten years (In
one case, to my own knowledge for
twenty-five) no vehicles of any kind
have stood there. Perhaps It la as well
that these relics should remain; they
are a tiny part of our social history.
They will probably remain when we
are flying to dinner cr the theater in
oinnl-aeros. By that time people won't
know what “hackney carriage" meant,
and there will be discussions in the
"Notes and Queries" of the period.
For each generation hands down to the
next certain nuts to crack.
BEGAN YOUNG.
Had “Coffee Nerves” From Youth.
"When very young I began using
coffee and continued up to the last alx
months," writes a Texas girl.
“I had been exceedingly nervous,
thin and very sallow. After quitting
coffee and drinking Postuni about a
month my nervousness disappeared
and has never returned. This la the
morn remarkable as I am a primary
teacher and have kept right on with
my work.
"My complexion now la clear and
roay, my akin soft and amooth. Aa a
good complexion was something I had
greatly desired, I feel amply repaid
even though this were the only benefit
derived from drinking Postum.
"Before beginning its use I had suf-
fered greatly from Indigestion and
headache; these troubles are now un-
known.
"I changed from coffas to Poatum
without the slightest Inconvenience,
did not even have a headache. Hava
known coffee drlokers, who were
visiting me, to use Poatum a weeK
without being aware that they were
not drinking coffee.”
Name given by Poatum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Write for booklet, "Tha
Road to Wellvllle.”
Postum comes In two forma.
Regular (must be boiled),
Inetant Poatum doesn’t require boil-
ing but la prepared Instantly by stir-
ring s level tesapoonful in an ordinary
cup of hot wator, which makas It
right for most persons.
A big cup rsqulrss mors and some
people who like strong things put In
a heaping spoonful nnd tsmpsr It
with a large supply of ersnm.
Experiment until you know* ths
amount that pleases your pslats and
. have It served that way In the futursk
“There’s a itaaavn' for Postum.
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