How Richard Was Saved
By Nellie Cravey Gilmore
(Copyright,* by Jo
Miss Rasdale contemplated , herself
severely in the mirror that had
danced coaxingly opposite for the past
two hours. An embryo pucker flick
ered for a moment between two black
ish-broWn brows that all but met above
a pair of wide-set, Irish-blue eyes—
just now a trifle shadowed.
From time to time she cast impa
tient glances up and down the car,
starting expectantly every time a door
opened and closed. The porter came
through at last, flourishing a premoni
tory whisk broom, and Miss Rasdale
assailed him eagerly.
"How much farther is it to Johns
town?” she asked, “and are you per
fectly sure i can make safe connec
tion with that through train to Cincin
nati? I mustn’t, by any means, get
there later than noon.”
"We’ll be in Johnstown now in ten
minutes, Miss. The train you will take
is scheduled to reach Cincinnati about
eight in the morning.”
"Thank you. Yes, you may dust
me.” Miss Rasdale rose with a palpa
ble sigh of relief, and submitted grate
fully to the deft strokes of the broom;
slipping a piece of money quietly into
the porter’s hand.
When she stepped out on the plat
form, a fine mist of snow had set in,
that whipped her face like thousands
of tiny lashes. She pulled down her
thickest veil, and turning a huge
storm-collar close up about her neck,
hurried into the waiting room.
The usual crowd of motley-faced,
lunch-eating, fagged-out travelers was
there, and the air was thick and suf
■* n Of \i S ^
Sr,
"Mr. Henderson!” She Exclaimed.
fooating from a mammoth heating
stove in the center of the room. Miss
Rasdale found a seat in a deserted
corner and endured it for exactly five
minutes. Afterwards she consulted
her watch, and found that two full
hours must elapse before she could
get her train. She started up impa
tiently, and out into the fine white
drizzle, to walk away the time, and
incidentally, some of the surplus en
ergy that was piling up on her nerves
with every passing second.
Somehow, the whole journey and
everything connected with it was in
tolerable to her—had been so from the
beginning. And had it not been for
the faithful promise she had made to
act as maid-of-honor at the wedding of
her best friend, Mazie Howard—given
when they two were at school to
gether, and renewed at each recurrent
visit between them—she never would
have consented to the immolation.
Out in the biting air, she quickened
her footsteps and walked rapidly for
several squares, till she could feel the
blood pulse warm and free in her
body. Something like exhilaration
came to her then, and with the tonic
of it racing through her veins, she
hastened on and on, totally unmindful
of the passage of time.
When Miss Rasdale came to herself,
she was standing at the end of a
street, in front of a small pavilion
looking out over the lake. She looked
again at her watch, noting with paling
face that only 15 minutes remained in
which to get back to the depot and
catch her train! A sudden panic seized
her; what ghould she do? She turned
to look about her for some means of
conveyance—car, cab, anything—when
her eyes fell on the strangely familiar
gure of a very-good-to-look-at young
Eian coming directly toward her, and
entirely unconscious of her identity.
Mr. Henderson!” she exclaimed, as
. e was 011 the point of brushing past
her.
You! He lifted his hat in swift
recognition. "Well, this Is certainly no
end of surprises,” he smiled, extend
ing a cordial hand.
Mias Rasdale had been staring at
. incredulously for the half of a
minute, "it seems we are both In
somew hat of a dilemma," she managed
to falter out presently.
“How so?"
hy, the wedding, of course!
‘simply must catch that train. ]
t)h, yes; there’s a car all right;
en one over there will take
'aight to the depot, but I'm
,.Uc sfraid—" He shook his 1
oisoouragingly.
Miss Rasdale gave him a help
, nce- “0h. dear!” she cried. "I
y to tel1 rue that I shall—”
ippli B. Bowles.)
“Looks that way now,” interposed
Henderson, as they moved off toward
the car. He regarded hqr quizzically
for an instant. “The wedding will
doubtless proceed, anyway,” he sug
gested banteringly.
“But—but you?”
“Unfortunately, I am unable to at
tend. I had expected doing so up to
a couple of days ago; but business
exigencies, you know—”
Miss Rasdale looked at him with
wide, questioning eyes. “What—the
bridegroom!” she exclaimed, as they
stepped aboard the car. “Dear me,
what are we coming to?’
“Oh, the bridegroom's all right, I
guess—as bridegrooms go,” he an
swered, with an amused smile.
“I really don’t understand.”
Henderson laughed heartily. “But
you would if you knew old Dick as
well as I do.”
“Old Dick? But. isn’t that your name
—Richard Henderson?”
“To my everlasting sorrow', I must
confess it. We are, as it happens,
brother's children, and we both at one
time hailed from Pittsburg. You see,
it was pretty tough on me when I had
to fall heir to all the bills and duns,
while Dick came in for most of the
good things. Still”—he smiled in a
way that made his gray eyes look very
pleasant indeed—“I shall have to ad
mit that both of us enjoyed some pret
ty narrow escapes, to be exact.”
Miss-Rasdale watched the flying
buildings with an odd light in her
Irish-blue eyes. Her face had relaxed
its tense expression, and a curious
little smile—the first for many a day
—flickered about her lips. Somehow,
things looked remarkably changed in
the past live minutes. But then, the.
mist had cleared as though by magic,
and a perfect flood of sunshine threw
its prodigal splendor of gold over the
earth.
Soon the car slid to a standstill at
their stopping place, and in silence
they stepped down on the pavement;
down a steep hill with a quaint, white
washed fence running past—she should
never forget those details to her dy
ing day—through several stuffy rooms,
and out onto a thronged platform—
just in time to see the swaying end of
the last coach disappear below a dis
tant incline!
Miss Rasdale turned nonplussed
eyes up to her companion. “There—
you don't think there's another I could
get in time?” she questioned faintly.
“Not in time for the wedding—no.”
“Heavens—what in the world shall
I do? I wonder when the train back
will leave here?"
“I could easily find that out for
you. But really, don’t you think it
would be better for you to wait over
a day? You knew my sister Anna at
school. She's married and living here
now. She'd be delighted to have you
stop with her, I know. Come home
with us, and let's watch the old year
die together? Surely that would be a
better way than traveling all night on
a disagreeable train.”
Miss Rasdale hesitated. The pros
pect was certainly alluring, but—
“I don’t intend to take ‘no’ for an
answer. We'll just get into this car
riage that's driving up now.”
She allowed herself to be led, with
out resistance, and helped to a seat in
the carriage, and without resistance—
or regret—to be whirled away over the
smooth gravel.
Once, wnen she thought he was
looking the other way, she stole a sur
reptitious glance into Henderson's
face, but the quick look he flashed
back revealed something in the gray
black eyes she could not mistake, and
broke down the pretense between them
all at once.
“Viola,” he said, laying his hand for
a moment over hers, “after months of
misery and silence and doubt—almost
despair-—Fate, it seems, has merciful
ly thrust you across my path. It isn't
a day of miracles, and surely this
must mean something. I want you to
tell me, here and now, the reason for
your sudden coldness—the abrupt
cessation of your letters—the return
of mine, unopened—”
Miss Rasdale broke into a little un
certain laugh that bore a swift sug
gestion of tears in its transcience. “I
—it’s too ridiculous,” she jerked out,
coloring furiously, “but—but when
Mazie wrote me that she was to marry
a Mr. Richard Hen—”
Henderson laughed outright. “Again
the under dog!” He bent toward her
suddenly then—so close that his warm
breath lifted the fine hair from her
temples. “Viola,” he began pleading
ly, “after what has happened, we
really oughtn’t to take a second risk.
There is but one thing to do, isn't
there, dear?. We can be married in
time to see this unlucky old year
pass out of existence, and go back
home on our wedding trip. Dick might,
by some untoward chance, succeed in
getting annihilated in a railroad
wreck, whereupon I 3hould certainly
be called upon to husband his wid
ow—”
Miss Rasdale had been staring out
of the carriage window at the rows of
whirling trees and cottages. She
smiled swiftly as she turned and met
the impassioned glance fixed upon
her. A wave of quick color ran from
neck to brow.
“I think, perhaps, I would better
try to save you," she said softly.
“And we will begin the New Year on
a surer basis, at leas* ”
BLOW FOR THE INSPECTOR.
Chinaman Was Different from Any He
Had Had Dealings With.
When former Minister Wu Ting
Fang left this country he was accom
panied by an extensive retinue and at
tended to the steamer by a delegation
of local Chinese merchants.
The customs officials, who then were
also immigration inspectors, carefully
took the names and count of the local
Chinese as they went on board. This
precaution was to prevent some de
ported or otherwise not welcome celes
tial from effecting a landing by joining
the merchants as they came ashore
after taking a ceremonious farewell
of their distinguished countryman.
Half an hour or so after Wu and his
friends had gone on board one of Wu’s
secretaries arrived on the dock and
was hurrying up the gangplank when
a customs inspector seized him by
the arm and pulled him back on the
wharf.
“Washamalla you, John, I no takee
name, you no can come back. Who
you belong?” said the inspector, smil
ing at some girls with whom he had
been talking.
The Chinese shook loose the inspec
tor's hold on the loose sleeve of his silk
robe and with quiet dignity remarked:
“'This violence is unnecessary, sir,
and my name is a matter of no inter
est to you. 1 am a member of his ex
cellency’s suite. I go on board this
steamer to leave this country, never
again, I hope, to return.”
That customs inspector is still on
the force, but never since has he tried
to be funny with a Chinese gentleman.
—San Francisco Call.
USED BY THE DOCTORS.
Ninety Per Cent of the Drugs Pre
scribed Are Patent Medicines.
Despite the opposition of physicians,
especially cf those whose experience
has been neither far reaching nor
profitable, to "patent” medicines, nine
ty per cent of all drugs that physi
cians use are put up and compounded
by manufacturing concerns,—are, in
fact, “patent” medicines just as truly
as if they were --advertised in the
newspapers.
The average doctor knows little or
nothing of pharmacy and is, there
fore, glad to depend on the very medi
cines, which in public he condemns,
just as he is obliged in many cases
to depend on the diagnosis of the pa
tient himself, even while publicly de
crying- what he calls “self-diagnosis.”
How- rapid has been the grow-th of the
professional use of "patent” or "pro
prietary” medicines is shown in an
article written for the Journal of the
American Medical Association for
September 29, 1906, by A. Jacobi, M.
D., LL. D. He relates that 50,000 pre
scriptions, compounded in several
drug stores were carefully examined.
From 1850 to 1870 no prescription was
found for “patent" or “proprietary"
medicines. In 1874 but one prescrip
tion In 1,500 called for ready-to-use
remedies. Between 1875 and 1S80 the
number calling for “patent” or “pro
prietary” medicines equalled two per
cent of the total. This increased to
5 per cent in the period between 1880
and 1890. In 1895 it was 12 per cent,
in 1S98 it was 15 per cent, and in 1902
1903 was from 20 to 25 per cent.
Dr. Jacobi says that in a large
store he was assured that 70 per cent
of the prescriptions were for “patent”
or “proprietary” medicines, and this
probably is approximately the correct
proportion at the present time. From
this it would seem that if the "patent”
and “proprietary” medicines are good
enough for physicians to prescribe in
seven cases out of ten they are good
enough for family use in cases of
necessity and where the symptoms
are well known and as easily under
stood by the people as by the doc
tors.
TWO WAYS OF LOOKING AT IT.
Wife’s Sneering Comment Met with
Sharp Answer.
Gelett Burgess at the recent dinner
of the American Booksellers' associa
tion of New York said: "I once knew
a San Franciscan who married a girl
tor her money. She was not a pretty
girl, and as time passed and love
cooled, she .developed a rather tart
tongue.
“One day her husband bought with
his quarter’s allowance a 20-horse
power automobile. He took the car
home gayly and brought his wife out
to the front door to look at it. She
gave one sneering glance, and then
said:
“ 'It's very fine, but if it hadn't
been for my money, it wouldn't be
here.’
" 'Well, Mamie,’ said the husband,
quickly, 'if it hadn't been for your
money you wouldn’t be here your
self.’ ”
Inventor of the Boomerang.
The boomerang is rather a puzzle.
One might think that the highest laws
of mathematics had been laid under
contribution in the perfecting of it.
The convexity on one side, the flat
ness on the other, and the sharp, knife
like edge on the inside of the con
vexity have the air of having been
carefully thought out.
Yet the people who invented this
singular w-aapon cannot count higher
than five and are destitute of all the
arts and amenities of life. Theirs is
perhaps the lowest plane of human
life.
Some people have assumed that the
boomerang was the creation of an old
er and higher civilization, but for this
there is no evidence. It must be the
product of one age long empirical use
of throwing weapons.
FARMING IN
THE SOUTH
Cutting and Curing Alfalfa.
Alfalfa is getting to be a very pop
ular forage crop with the southern
farmers ami the hay sells at a good
figure on the city markets. The feed
ing value cf it for all livestock places
it in the first rank of forage crops.
Alfalfa should be cut just as it is
bearing the bloom, after the flowering
period begins; the hay will de
teriorate rapidly in nutritive value
unless cut. If the field is of fairly
uniform growth, ^the proper stage for
cutting is when about one-tenth of
the plants have reached the flowering
stage. In very dry climate, alfalfa
can be cut early in the morning; that
is, the mowers can be started very
early and the hay can be raked up
and stacked the same day, but in
more humid climates this can not be
done, and the curing process must ex
tend over a greater length of time.
When the hay is sufficiently dry, it
is raked into the windrows and later
thrown up into cocks. In regions
where heavy dews prevail and the j
curing will be completed on the day i
the hay is cut, it is a good plan to
rake it up into windrows when par
tially cured hay is thrown up into
high narrow cocks and left until thor
oughly cured. Such cocks should be \
as small as possible in proportion to
the height in order that there may be
a circulation of air and also less
danger of heating. In some locali
ties the cocks are covered with oats
in order to protect them from rain,
but this latter plan is not generally
adopted.
Throughout the United States al
falfa hay is commonly stored in
stacks in the fields. Alfalfa stacks
will not shed water as readily as
stacks of grass hay. In arid regions
there is little danger of rain during
the season that the alfalfa remains
in stacks, but in humid climates it
is necessary to store the hay in barns
or else cover the stacks with large
tarpaulins.
Grinding Corn for Feed.
Much may be said, in fact, has been
said on this subject. Horses from
the time they begin to eat grain up
to the time they are 15 or 18 years
old, do not require their grain ground
for them; after that age it would be
well to grind it. The same case ap
plies to mules. As long as the teeth
of either horses or mules are in fairly
good shape, they can masticate whole
grain with no trouble whatever. After
their teeth get uneven and their
grinders smooth, the case is different,
and then it is that they pass whole
grains of corn or oats.
Some horses are naturally very
fast and greedy eaters, and will not
take time to chew- their grain. With
these a wire sieve with 114-inch
meshes can be dropped into the feed
box over the grain, and this will pre
vent these fast feeders from gobbling
up mouthfuls of grain and swallow
ing them half masticated. Feeding
corn on the ear will cause horses
and mules to chew- better and more
slowly than when shelled. If horses
or mules are inclined to eat their oats
or shelled corn too fast, and if you
do not. care to make the wire sieve,
just mix a little chopped hay or straw
or even chaff with the grain, and it
will prevent this bad habit.
What ths Hog Will Do.
It has been said that the hog is a
machine, that oils itself, puts ten bush
els of feed into less space than a bush
el measure and in so doing doubles its
value, then can carry it to market
on its back. Corn, barley, oats, grass,
rape, clover or any of the by-products
of these, loaned to a well-bred, thrifty
hog, is money at big interest. In fact,
it is a mint; the grains and grasses
are the bullion which, put into the hog,
is transmuted into coin. It is an hon
est mint and gives 16 ounces of avoir
dupois of edible meat, says the San
Antonia Express. Properly bred, fed
and intelligently handled, this auto
matic porker will pay off our debts, !
furnish the money to improve the farm,
place a piano in the home, a carriage
at the door, as well as means to edu
cate our boys at the Agricultural col
lege.
Prune the Trees Now.
'Show the boys how to prune. Take
them out into the orchard and go over
the apple, pear, plum and cherry trees
an explain why you do things. If your
trees were properly trimmed when
they were set out they can be kept in
shape without much pruning. But go
over the trees every spring, using a
sharp knife and pruning shears. Make
clean, neat cuts, and if large limbs are i
removed use a saw. Cut out crossed j
limbs, thin out the top, but don't cut
oft too many lower limbs. Keep the
head as low as possible. A beginner
must prune with a great deal of care.
The aim should be to keep the trees
shapely and keep the fruit as near the
ground as possible.—Indiana Farmer.
About thr Peanut.
The peanut is so different in ap
pearance from the bean, the pea and
the clover, and it is put to such dif
ferent use, that it is seldom thought
of as a legume which derives practi
cally all of its nitrogen from the air.
The pi Hat blossoms above ground,
bur as «. flower withers, the stalk or
spike of the ovary lengthens and
pushes into the ground so that the
pod is matured beneath the surface.
The peanut itself therefore corre
sponds to the pea or the bean pod, and
the nuts are the peas or the beans.
KAFFIR C*5RN.
What It Is Used For—Is Much Re
lished by Live Stock.
For hay, fodder, the grain, or for
soiling, Kaffir corn now so largely
raised in the West should be more
generally grown in the Southern
states, where the lack of forage often
causes inconvenience to the farmer.
This crop can b3 sown in drills 3V6
feet apart or broadcast. The yield
of fodder per acre should be from 2
to 5 tons, according to fertility of the
soil and weather conditions. When
cut for silage from G to 12 tons can
be expected, and although as much as
20 tons to the acre has been cut, an
average of about 8 tons is a good yield.
When Kaffir coin is grown for seed
from 35 to 50 bushels per acre is a
good yield.
Plant or sow on good, rvell pre
pared soil—and if on drills, run a
drag over the young plants length
vise with the rows, this for the first
working, afterwards, work with cul
tivator at intervals, keeping down
grass and weeds. If sown broad, run
a harrow over the plants when they
are about three inches high. In har
vesting cut with a binder, if broad
cast using open elevator—if in rows,
use corn harvester, if for hay or fod
der. cut with mower, leaving in wind
row's until partially cured, then rake
up. Three or four days of sun should
cure the crop well enough to admit
of stacking it, where it will keep well,
and make a good food for live stock.
Plant after weather gets settled any
time after the last of May—it will
require from 110 to 135 days for the
seed to mature. When raising this
crop for seed don't cut until heads
are thoroughly ripe. For hay it should
be cut when seed is in doughy state
or even a little earlier; for silage cut
when the heads are in the doughy
state. If used as soiling crop the stalks
may be cut any time after they are
large enough to handle conveniently,
but can be fed with most profit from
the time the plant comes into bloom
until it reaches maturity.
Kaffir corn will make good pasture
and when u*d in this way can be
grazed by cattle after the stalks at
tain the height of a few inches, but
it is better to wait until they are
about three feet high before the
stock are turned in. The cattle
should be allowed to get accustomed
to it by degrees, turning them in for
a short time for the first few days.
When the crop is raised for hogs
they can be turned on it when the
plants are about eighteen inches
high. It is estimated that one acre
of good Kaffir corn should produce
pasturage for ten days, and under
favorable conditions, if the cattle are
taken off after the crop has been
eaten down, it will make a sufficient
growth as a second crop, in from a
month to six w'eeks to afford good
grazing.
Experiments in feeding the grain
show that it is much relished by live
stock, especially when used with al
falfa, and it should be ground or
crushed before feeding, and it is also
best not to feed alone. The grain
also makes first-rate feed for poultry,
being equal to Indian corn as an egg
and fat producer.
High Prices of Horses and Mules.
$GOO.OO a pair for heavy, sound
mules; $150 to $500 for heavy, sound
young drafters. Farm horses from
$135 to $175 a piece; farm mules from
$150 to $200 a piece. Saddle horses,
park hacks and hunters, ranging about
the same price. Shetland ponies bring
ing from $125 to $300 a piece. These
are the figures that have to be nego
tiated now when horses and mules
change hands.
Our Southern farmers are becoming
more interested each year in the rais
ing of their own horses and mules,
well bred stallions and jacks can now
be found in goodly numbers and it
will pay our farmers to patronize them
and let the scrubs alone.
To Start a Balky Horse.
A writer in an exchange says: Take
a rope about 15 feet long, pass it
around the foreleg and l?t drop down
below the fetlock joint Take one end
in each hand, walking ahead of the
horse while the driver starts him.
This will cause the horse to jump
with one leg on the ground, or take
a step, and when he does this he will
forget to stop again, and if rope is
dropped he will likely walk over it
without further trouble. If treated
this way a few times he will get so
he will start at sight of rope and It
won't be necessary to use.
Vetch for Your Spring Hay Crop.
Arrange also to sow some vetch and
bur clover this fall. These are also
soil improvers am furniSh good crops
for hay in the spring. Our people nesd
to get to sowing more of these to act
as cover crops to prevent the leaching
of fertility from the soil, and to add
fertility from the soil, and to add fer
tility by gathering nitrogen from the
air. This Is the cheapest known way
to impr.«*e our soils.
Don’| spoil a fallow field by start*
ing the cultivators at once after a
heavy rain. Give the ground time to
dry off a little. If the work is kept
well in hand the weeds can be easily
kept in check without jumping into
the corn fields when the soil turns up
too wet.
Learn to profit by your mistakes,
if you made a mistake last year, try
aot to repeat it. Success in the poul
try business is largely due to avoid
ing past mistakes and the mistakes of
others.
A TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE,
How a Veteran Was Saved the Ampu
tation of a Limb.
B. Frank Doremus, veteran, of
Roosevelt Ave., Indianapolis, Ind.,
says: “1 had been
showing symptoms of
kidney trouble from
the time I was mus
tered out of the army,
but in all my life I
never suffered as in
1897. Headaches, diz
ziness and sleepless
ness, first, and then
dropsy. I was weak
and helpless, having
run down from 180 to 125 pounds. I
was having terrible pain in the kid
neys, and the secretions passed almost
involuntarily. My left leg swelled un
til it wasi 34 inches around, and the
doctor tapped it night and morning
until I could no longer stand it, and
then he advised amputation. I refused,
and began using Doan’s Kidney Pills.
The swelling subsided gradually, the
urine became natural and all my pains
and aches disappeared. I have been
well now for nine years since using
Doan’s Kidney Pills."
For sale by all dealers. 50 cents a
box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
HIS FOOT ON THE TREADMILL.
Mr. Joacker Tells of One Sentenced to
Hard Labor for Life.
Said Mr. Joacker, who was reading
the paper: "Another poor wretch has
been given a life sentence at hard la
bor."
Said Mrs. Joacker, who was em
broidering blue roses: “Probably he
deserves it. What is he guilty of.”
"Fraud and no visible means of sup
port. He obtained clothes and a fine
turnout with no money and nothing
collectible. He seems to be larger and
stronger than most of that c!asst yet it
is plain that he has never done a tap
of work, though he has managed to
live well, so far. But the poor fellow
takes his sentence hard and cries
piteously, protesting his innocence.”
“The wretch! Hp must have dealt
with perfect fools!”
“No, his victim is our own friend,
Jack Smith.”
"That clever lawyer! Do read to me
all about it!”
‘ ‘Born to Mr. and Mrs. John Smith,
a 12-pound boy.’ ”—The Bohemian.
Fell Into Bad Company.
A canny Scot was brought before a
London magistrate on the charge of
being drunk and disorderly. “What
have you to say for yourself, sir?” de
manded the magistrate. “You look
like a respectable man, and ought to
be ashamed to stand there.”
“I am verra sorry, sir, but I cam’
up in bad company fra Glasgow,” hum
bly replied the prisoner.
“What sort of company?”
“A lot of teetotalers!” was the start
ling response.
“Do you mean to say teetotalers are
bad company?” thundered the magis
trate. “I think they ase the best of
company for such as you."
“Beggin’ yer pardon, sir,” answered
the prisoner, “ye’re wrong: for I had
a bottle of whusky an’ I had to drink
it all myself!”
Social Rank.
At a country dance in a southern
town, when the fiddlers had resined
their bows and taken their places on
the platform, the floor manager rose.
“Got yo’ partners for a cotillion!” he
shouted, imperiously.
“All you ladies an’ gemmen dat
wears shoes an’ stockings take yo’
places in de middle ob de room. All
you ladies an' gemmen dat wears
shoes an’ no stockings take you’ places
immejitly behin’ dem. An’ you bare
footed crowd jest jig it roun’ in de
corners.”—Youth’s Companion.
Wouldn’t Take His Place.
Hearing of the sudden taking off the
stage of life of a leading Thespian
while he was playing in Chicago, a
New York Rialtoan out of a job tele
graphed the manager as follows:
“Having heard of the sad and tragic
demise of Mr. -, I'll take his place
for $150 a week.”
As the message was sent collect it
elicited the following reply: “Thanks.
I wouldn't take his place for twice that
amount.”
Evidently Frank Has a Cinch.
The following letter was picked up
in the streets of Longmont the other
day, says the San Francisco Call:
“My Darling Frank: I swallowed the
postage stamp that was on vour last
letter, because I knew that your lips
had touched it, and, oh, Frank, I felt
so happy afterward. Put two stamps
on your next letter.”
Awful Warning.
Pa—Yes, my son; the Egyptians
were the most intellectual people on
the face of the earth at one time, but
Anally the nation decayed.
Tommy—And what caused them to
decay, pa?
Pa—Smoking too many Egyptian
cigarettes, my son.
COFFEE
AILS
Quit when you use
POSTUM
• THERE’S A REASON.”
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