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McHenry Plaindealer (McHenry, IL), 18 Jun 1908, p. 3

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Vin­ cent visits town where railroad men are •working: on road and receives token of «steftm from Stella, embodied in a neat lunch and a forget-me-hot. "Uncle Billy" arrives in railroad town, meeting Stella. He hears news that desired railroad bill lias passed. The old stage driver de­ cides to work dose to town in order that lie may be able to keep fatherly watch over the young woman. CHAPTER V.--Continued. "Great Caeaata! That's good news!" "Yes, Bill. That thar's news to pass along. Men works betteh on a win- sin' deal; only we bosses caln't talk. Hyah's where yo' all can come in-- just from the city, seen the governor, heard the news. * Sabe?" "Certain. I'm yo' huckleberry! I'll bldw the word as fah as Jericho," re­ turned the driver cordiaiiy. "Come to our shanty afteh work. The ole woman 11 be powerful glad to see ye. Oh! Tie up at Sally B.'s. 8he's right smart pepperv, but she'll give ye good truck; an' if she takes a shine to ye, yo' own motheh couldn't <io mo' fo' you. Stella's thar, too." Uncle Billy's face sprang from De­ cember to May; and he turned quickly to the rocky trail that led back to town. Stella! The lonely man sped down the red, muddy trail, his fatigue ban­ ished by the magic of her name! He looked up through the overarching fretwork of pine and cedar to* heaven's blue beyond, and the poet stirred in his heart, wakened by the memory of her face. Winter-blue skies, the thin, fragrant air, whispering pines, even the red, warm face of the uprearing mountain, all had a secret word for him to-day. Would she love him still? Or bad new scenes, new faces, filled her life, left no small chamber in her heart labeled "Uncle Billy?" CHAPTER VI. The Genius of Bernard'*. A narrow planed and painted strip on the largest false front in town an­ nounced "Bernard's Hotel." The per­ sonality indicated by the name "Ber­ nard" was a miner, an incurable, al­ ways wandering in the silent moun­ tains, always just going to "strike it rich." But Sally Bernard, his wife, -was equal to her "lone hand," and scrupulously faithful to her husband's Interests. For her mother and her daughter Viola she made a home, hap­ py if rude; for her husband she made •dollars that he dropped into his pros­ pecting holes. The hotel was the most imposing structure in the town and aggressively new. The odor of pitch met the guest before his entrance, and continued with him, a warning he wisely heeded hy keeping away from all partitions. Doors and windows stood open to patrons and flies alike, for the tem­ perature spoke of summer, though the calendar said winter. Sally Bernard was known from Sac­ ramento to Virginia City as Sally B., and it was in her motherly heart and home that Stella Anthony, orphaned and kinless, found her niche and her •work. "Why, Mrs. Bernard, you've only known me a few weeks. I'm not wise «nough to be Viola's teacher." They were sitting in grandma'am's room, Which was family bedroom, sit­ ting room and parlor, a conglomerate of furniture, color and uses, that none but a three-generations'-bred frontief woman could have evolved. A wide shelf high .above the floor extended the length of the longest wall. Under this two rough bedframes were hooked up, though the mattresses were the best that money could buy. Beside them were home-made dressing cases, a washstand with a pail for a pitcher, a gourd for a dipper and a shining braBS basin. Nails adroitly disposed utilized every angle for hanging clothes. Stella gave Sally B. no time to re­ ply, but went on firmly: "You need a capable governess for her, one who can prepare her to meet life. Of •that I am as ignorant as a little child. I'm quite satisfied with the dining- room work, Mrs. Bernard." "Don't 'Mrs.' me; I ain't used to it. As for knowledge, you know a heap aight more'n Viola; an' anyway, I want her to be with you. I might hire a herd of governesses, an' not git the right kind. There's more'n arth- tnetic an' fancy readln' a girl will learn from her teacher." Stella's voice was grateful. "But Mrs.--but--" "Call me Sally B., like the rest 4loes." "No, I'll call you Mrs. Sally. I •han't earn my living, Mrs. Sally." Sally B.'s black eyes snapped. "If you don't you'll be the first ever took Sally B.'s money without givin' value received." Stella smiled. She had already seen that there was no nook In Sally B.'s house where shirkers could hldfe; yet If one were 111 or unfortunate, no other good Samaritan than Sally B.'s self was needed. -m send to Auburn an' git the came books they use in the schools there. You can put VI through from 9 to 12, help me in the dinin' room on busy days, an' keep school agin from two to four. Here in grandma'am's room can be the place. An' 111 double your wages. How'Il that suit?" "It's not a question of how it will suit nm: it's all on my side. Let me make the beds apd sweep Saturdays and it will be nearer fair." "Sweep? Have Viola's teacher sweep? No, siree! An' I wouldn't let you go In that corral for six bits a minute!" Viola entered, small, childish in fig­ ure, old of face, yet lovely in coloring. Between her dark mother and grand­ mother, the latter the bent, weazened original of her daughter, the fair, hazel-eyed child seemed of another- face. As foreign.to them, too, were her air of delicate refinement, her soft voice and her gentle movements, inheritances from a father bred out of his proper environment. She held wild buttercups and violets, which she carried to her grandmother. The old face flooded with a sudden glory. She took the flowers, in both hands, gently pressed them to lip and cheek, drfew long whiffs of their fragrance, turned them from side to side, peered questioningly into their sun-filled hearts--it was pitiful 'the ecstasy a flower could bring to this shut-in soul. "Where'd you git "em, honey?" she asked in the thick voice of th§ deaf. Instantly Viola caught up her grand­ mother's crutch, bent back her foot, on *em She tarned the numbers; an' now when we want to tell her any­ thing we just call oil the Aggers on oar fingers. One wave of both hands is ten. two waves is 20, an' so on; an' the one, two, threes we do with our fingers." "How astonishing! May I see your picture alphabet?" Stella asked. ' "Certain." Sally B. brought out the crude drawing. "Of course, all the easy things, sech as eatln', sleepln', laughin', cryin', we just act out." The lightning panorama on Sally B.'s face showed that her mother had some things to be thankful for. "Stella, you make Viola read them kind o' books you have read, an' under­ stand 'em, too, if ye have to break her head a-doin' it. Think o' maw just a Bettin' there, piecln' risln' sun quilts, an'r settin' moon quilts, an' bridal wreath quilts--same ole patterns over'n over agin. Good Lord! One risin' sun's ' nough for the hull alrth, ain't it? Well, she's made a dozen-- makes 'cm for me, too, God love her! Jest think what her llfe'd be if she could read!" Sally B. almost sobbed the last word. A shadow fell across the doorsill and Yic Wah appeared. "No spuds, no Hcey, no sale'atus fo' suppeh. You catchee him quick." Sally B. whirled, her eyes blazing. "Gosh dang it, Yic! Why you no tellee me last week?" "You callee me Yic Wah. Sabe?" The Chinaman's voice was as placid as a pond in July. He turned without another look at the group and left the room. "May I go to the store for you?" Stella asked. "No. There's two reasons: One, I can't have Vl's teacher doin' common errants; the other, that Gid'll be leav- in' his work an' runnin' after you." She parted the drapery at the back of a barrel chair and drew her hat and jacket from under the seat. yellow face through loot <ray "Stlange man--me no sabe " Stella followed him into {be narrow hall and out on the porch. "Oh. Uncle Billy! I'm so glad!"* It was alihost as if her father stood before her. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on each cheek. The old driver was speechless with delight. If he could only have been her father! Yet this was the next best thing. She loved him! She had kissed him!* Stella drew him into the hall, looked him I up and down, patted his hand, tooyl ofT his hat and peered into his •toce, trying to see if he was qilit,e well, the same Uncle Billy she had known so long, ever since that won­ derful journey across the mountains, when she had sat by his side, in black sandals, white stockings, panta­ lettes and a leghorn hat with a bridle, What pride she had taken in that bridle! At last-he found his voice. "Well, durn my eyes, if you haven't grown tall, you pretty little snipe, you! Here! I got a bonnet for ye." He went to the door, picked up a small bandbox arid brought it to her. Stella opened it. Within was a scrap of scarlet silk and lace for which some milliner had swindled Uncle Billy out of $40. Stella's best gown was bright magenta, Gideon's gift. She would have to wear them both, ami together. n w i "Gosh Dang It Yic! Why Did You No Tellee Me Last WeekT" and, for a step or two, imitated Alvin Carter. "The telegrafter's boy?" the old woman asked, with an odd light in her eye. Violji nodded. "Here they be, child. You mustn't give away yer sweetheart's posy gift." Viola's cheek tint deepened; but she laughed, pushing back the old hand that offered the blossoms. "Git a tumbler of water, VI, so's they won't wilt," her mother com­ manded. As soon as Viola vanished, Sally B. began the most remarkable gesture speech Stella had ever seen. It was meaningless to her, yet the old dame evidently understood tt. "No sweethearts? That pretty gal?" The old eyes gleamed young again. Another series of gyrations. "Too young ter marry? She's older'n you was; though I do 'low she's pow­ erful little." Sally B.'s movements were more em­ phatic. "Sho, Sally; she mustn't marry that leetle cripple, to be shore. But where there's honey there'll be more'n one fly; and all fellers is sweethearts at 15." Viola came in with the water and pushed up a "lightstand," leaving grandma'am with her flowers. "Do tell me, Mrs. Sally, how you makfe her understand. It's wonderful!" "Yes; folks thinks it's right peart Poor grandma'am, she can't read!" Sally B. paused and gazed sorrowfully at the old woman. "They wa'n't no chance o' learnin' to read in Oregon in the twenties. So when she got stun deaf I was pesky cut up. It came after paw died. I laid awake o' nights study- in' how I could talk with her like the deaf an' dumb does. One day she asked me how Bill--that's my hus­ band--come by a acar on his hand; an' I drew a picture of a horse kickin' a man." "I wish you'd seen, grandma'am's face," Viola broke in. "It was just like to-day with the flowers." "After that I pictured out things whenever I could git the time-trough o' course; I can't draw none--but sort of one-line things she'd see the mean- in' of. Bime-by they got so many it took a heap o' time to hunt 'em over, ma' I hit on the idee of puttin' numbers Though it was warm, Sally B. dressed for business as carefully as she played every other part in life. "I'll have to give Gideon some les­ sons, too, I think," Stella said half aside. "You've give him too many already. Say, Stella, I'm right sorry I tuck him on at the bar. He's goin' to make trouble for ye, 'specially if ye git par­ tial to any other feller. I think--" "Some fellee llkee see Missee Stel­ la," interrupted Yic Wah, poking his CHAPTER Vlf. A Peep Into Paradise. In San Francisco after three year* of exile Alfred found a home. Judve Harmon made him welcome as a so*-; and Alfred did not stay long enough to discover that other young sawn shared with him the judge's fatherly attitude. Mrs. Harmon was a child-hungry woman, no longer young In years, though her heart would never forget 25. A favorite, a social authority and leader, she launched Alfred immediate­ ly and successfully among the people he most needed to meet. Poshig as a Boston sightseer, lie was accepted with a hospitality known only In Ken­ tucky and in old San Francisco; aad he found no lack of alluring eyes and smiles, albeit every woman was a belle. Society, °<ast and feverish, curious, fascinating, opulent, was the speediest vehicle by which he could arrive at his purpose; for society in San Fran­ cisco was still too new to divorce Itself from the golden enterprises that made it. His success astonished him­ self. Men whose intentions he ex­ pected to learn through # patient acumen talked openly of their affairs ith the railroad men. Even wom#a made of the Central Pacific railroad u.nd Its projectors a continuous joke. Alfred wondered. He could not the^, as afterwards, realize that, to every thorough-going San Franciscan, Cali­ fornia was but a storehouse, a kitchen garden, at most a tribute-bringistg suburb of the gay city by the Goldsa Gate. Nothing outside mattered. To them the sand-duned cusp, stragglSfl over with its flimay, gibbous housw, was as truly the whole world as e v«r was the Eternal City to old Roman. So secrets fell unearned Into „ Al­ fred's keeping. Red lips told him talis between their smiles, every word a prize. Business men, talking glilfly of inland transportation, dismissed the transmontane railroad with a yawn, yet went wild over the delusion of S*a Joaquin valley petroleum. And Alfrtd drove, sang, dined, danced m®»rllT *-9 his goal; and bade good-bye to bis entertainers the very day he r^ad Phineas Cadwallader's name on the Lick house register. He reported in Sacramento, received Instructions, and incidentally com­ mendation. Hastily he made the changes called for by the step from jasmine-hung San Francisco to ice­ bound Carson City. And the second day after leaving salt water he swung into Sally B.'s to find Stella away, across the gulch, watching in a house of mourning. All the way from Sacramento, whUe the little steam bantam bumped oYer the unsettled roadbed, Alfred had re­ hearsed his expected interview with Stella. He did not admit his love; be had no right to it. Friendly interest, the duty of courtesy to one so forlorn and so placed in his care--those were all. His own eyes must prove the truth of her letters, which told scantly of her good health and fine situation. He would sit by her side the short hour before the stage left, hear In 4m- tail her life in California. (TO BE CONTINUED.) LITERARY MECCA OF ENGLAND Famous Writers Who Lived in Twick­ enham--Tennyson's House. The place to which the lover of English literature will sooner or later turn his steps is Twickenham. No other small town can boast of hav­ ing been the residence and beloved abode of so many famous literary lights. With It are associated the immortal names of Pope, Horace Walpole, Swift, Gay, Lady Wortley Montagu, Gibbon, BoswelV Johnson, Tennyson and Dickens. Surely this is enough to make any place doubly immortal.' Twickenham was well nicknamed by Horace Walpole the Baiae, or Tivoli, of England; for it has truly been to London what Baiae was to ^ancient Rome--indeed, in a far higher degree. The big red brick house in Mont- pejier road where Alfred Tennyson liv/ed fqr so many years of his earlier married life was the one in which oiany of his earlier poems were writ­ ten. Here his son Lionel, the second Lord Tennyson, was born, and there the author of tie "Idyls" entertained many of his literary friends and ac­ quaintances. That house should surely be sacred to all lovers of English literature which saw the dawn of "In Memo­ rials;" which witnessed those delight­ ful gatherings graced by Tennyson, Hallam and kindred spirits within its walls. On Getting Up Early. I often bear fellows say that their life consists solely of coming down to business, and sleep, says a writer. What a different tale they would tell if they w^re only to get up early and go out of doors before they need think of business! Even if they only rose early once a week, that morning would stand ahead of the other six. There is a freshening and invigorating power In the early morning air which only early risers may enjoy. As}c anybody who is accustomed to rising early and going for a ride or a walk before breakfast how much fitter they feel to face their daily toll. The Onion In Cooking. The greatest of French cooks, be­ ing asked to give the secret of his success, answered: "The very founda­ tion of all cooking is butter and ON­ ION! I use them in?all my sauces and gravies. They ha\ye the effect of making a customer come back for more. Butter without onion will drive the customer away after a few days. Boil the onion till it melts or entirely disappears; then add the but- tar, and call the mixture atoek." AT NAPLES Tke Fanny TKiags Oae Sees Smiling Round the World MARSHALL P. WILDER (Copyright,^by Joseph B. Bowles.) We spent five days at Naples, and tilled every hour of it with slght-see- mg. Of course we stopped at Her- culaneum; but what can I add to the tributes that have been paid to that wonder of wonders? From its three strata of towns have been exhumed the rarest and choicest treasures that adorn the Naples museum. We walked upon the crust of the seething volcano of Solfatara, now half extinct--in fact, it has laid torpid for seven centuries and is now spread with lush vegetation in the springs time, and the walk to it, at; that sea­ son, is through an inclosure like a lovely park of winding alleys and flow­ er-edged paths. But in January we saw only the bare crust of the crater, from whose cliffs came puffs of white smoke, warnings that, at any moment, its hidden fires might break forth. We did not, as at Hawaii, drop our visit­ ing cards into the clefts, only to see' them burst into flame and consume in a few seconds, for we were not so curious about subterranean matters as when we were fresh and green in globe-trotting experiences; but we ventured out in obedience to our guide--in whom a long familiarity with craters had doubtless bred con­ tempt--to a few feet of the center. He stamps upon it and says it is hollow. It certainly appears so. He jumps upon it, and the surface quivers. You begin to feel creepy up and down your spinal column, but, led on by his ur­ gent appeals and assertions of "No fear! not be 'fraid!" you follow him on tip-t&e to the very middle of the rock­ ing thing, hoping with all your soul that it will hold together until you are safely off it, when you come to a hole out of which curls a little vapor and a curious murmuring sound as of some giant mumbling in his sleep. And that is the moment in which you wish you hadn't come. But you are induced to lean over and peer down Into the hole, and are fascinated by the stirring and moving pf boiling mud--horrid gray mud that reminds you instantly of Kipling's "great, gray, greasy Limpopo river," only this is a lake, but gray and greasy enough in all conscience, and seething and boiling in the vent-hole, and rising and falling with the escap­ ing gas that bubbles and bursts and then collects and bursts again. A moment or two of this and I was glad to speed back to the solid earth and to thank my stars that I hadn't fallen through altogether From Solfatara we looked down upon Pozzuoll, once the port of Romo whose wharves resounded with the peaceful stir of commerce. The lovely Bay of Baiae, that was once lined with the palace-villas of the wealthy Romans, much as New port's shore is to-day, held our interest for a couple of hours. We explored the ruins of a castle built by a Span­ ish viceroy which stands on the site of Nero's villa; we compared it for beauty to the lonely temple of Serapis we had just left behind us near Poz zuoli, long buried beneath the sea, to be at last cast up by some mighty up heaval of unseen Internal force. The beautiful, curved Bhore, "so beautiful yet so deadly," from the wilderness of craters which abound there, fascinated us completely. We lunched at a little inn at Baiae, where we had some of the famed wine of Posllipo and were amused by the Importunities of the peasant beggars, who very success­ fully wheedled us out of our spare cop­ pers by their whines and wiles galore. In Egypt it was "backsheesh!" in our ears from morning till night; throughout Europe cries of "pour- boire" and "trinkgeld" haunted one's footsteps; but ancient little Naples had a word all her own. It was "Spaghetti" Simply that, and nothing mure. No last syllable, with crisp ac­ cent; but the shortened, curt "Spa­ ghetti" was hurled at us from every corner and followed, with deafening echoes, our vanishing carriage wheels. "Sgaghett! Spaghett!" Me- thinks fbear it now; and I shall cer­ tainly never eat spaghetti again with­ out being reminded of this slogan of the Neapolitan beggar. Beside the Lucrine lake we stood and conjured up the spot where the villa of Agrippina, mother of Nero, probably stood; but the thought of her cruel murder at the hands of her mon­ ster of a son did not mingle pleasantly with the peaceful lapping of the waves against the reeds, so we turned away and asked to be taken to the Grotto del Cane, or Dog Grotto, that amazing sepulcher of animal hopes and fears which year by year has drawn thou­ sands of visitors to its rocky sides. As if in keeping with its treacherous fame the guide who shows you the place is a full-fledged brigand, who, "when work is slow," ekes out a sub­ sistence by playing at guide. Ten to one he has a little dog at his heels, and thereby hangs a tale, "^hlle you listen to the guide the puppy looks at you with blinking eyes and a grin of confidence, the while his busy tail seems to say, "I know you'll never put me in that poisonous hole, will you?" And you can't keep your eyes off his silly little face, until you find yourself wondering If he's like your little dog at home, your far-away "Buster," whose friendly face and welcome bark you have missed more than you would care to say. Certainly this idiotic little pup bears no outward resemblance to your far-away Buster; but Inwardly-- how about that? There lies a story. Shall you tell It- to the guide? No, he's a brigand and might demand a ransom for permitting you to live: for no doubt he'd rather kill you out­ right than have you live to tell an­ other story. Hprrah! now you've got It--happy thought! You'll try It oa the dog. fixing him with your aye you begin: "The fleas bothered my dog so, I concluded I'd teach 'em a lesson I learned long ago, but never put in prac­ tice. I sent and got a piece of liver and put it near the dog. The fleas all hopped onto It and stuck. Just as J was getting ready to throw it in the fire I turned my back a moment and the dog ate the liver, fleas and Now, he's fleas lined." But about the Dog Grotto. Well, i 1 filled with carbonic acid gas, and f generations guides have made mon - out of tourists by shoving some pc little canine into the cave and keen ing him there until his legs began totter and his head to whirl, when they would haul him out and sou;?? him in Lilt; ueai-'u.> itue unui ae vived; and revive he must, for w; there not another tourists' carria coming down the hill? But sometime doggie didn't revive. Well, he was only a dog, and there had been in­ stances where men had perished in the , foul-smelling cave. But that was ages' ago. There was a French king who brought a donkey to the. grotto and tried the effect of the gas on him. The animal died. But why the king tried it on a donkey I don't know, unless that a fellow-feeling makes us--but, no--I won't. Then there was an early Span-; Ish viceroy who wanted to decide whether the gas was in prime condi­ tion or not, so he put two of his slaves in the cave and they were brought out dead. Spoke well for the gas, at any rate. Nowadays the question as to the virtue of the gas is inord hutpjmely settled. The guide takes a burning torch and plunges it Into the cave. Instantly it goes out. But If the act Is repeated several times the gas, im­ pregnated with smoke, "assumes the appearance of a silver sea, flowing In rippling waves against the black wall of the cavern." A goo<^ Btory is told of the guides of that region. As a mat­ ter of fact they are wholly unreliable, with their high-sounding names of this broken wall or that defaced in­ scription. It is said that they keep a little dog which they offer up as a sacrifice on the altar of the tourist's curiosity. "Shall I throw him in?" they will ask the visitor; and if he be of a hu­ mane disposition he will quickly re­ ply, "Certainly not! What d' you think I am?" And the guide will say--making a shrewd guess--"I teenk you are Ameri­ can. Englees he say, 'Yaas, bah Jove, t'row leetle beggar een!" But once there came along an American, wham the guide took to be English, and when he asked, "Shall I t'row leetle beggar een?" the Ameri­ can replied: "If you do, I'll throw your d--d car­ cass in after him!" / The thing to do while at Naples Is to go to the pink coral grotto, so to the pink coral grotto we went. It lies between the Bay of Pozzuoli and that special little bay where Pliny kept his navy. AVe went out in a boat with four rowers, the chief of whom gave us large bunches of taffy about our country--"beeyuteeful America," "fine New York," etc.--he had traveled, oh, yes! he had been to Jib-later (Gibral tar) and to America--"beeyuteeful country!" etc., until it came time to return, when the fellow demanded that we pay them a franc each then and -there, instead of the equivalent of ten cents each on the return to the shore. Upon refusal he worked him self up into a hysterical sort of paroxysm, and shrieked; "No! not shore! In de boat! In de boat! But my American nerve rose to the occasion and I flatlj? refused, notwithstanding that the situation began to get strained, to put it mildly. Sulkily he gave in, and gave the command to re­ turn to land, and slowly we were pro­ pelled--so slowly. Indeed, that I had serious misgivings that we were to spend the night upon the darkening sea, while the muttered abuse of our country--"Vile country--people vil­ lains--dirty New York--America all thieves!"--made me long to knock the rascal overboard and have done with him. However, as we approached the shore they became more civil and, as we alighted--glad to be back with a whole skin--they bowed and scraped, cap in hand, begging for a settlement at once. But no, the game was now, in my hand, and marching up to the ho­ tel I demanded of the manager how It was that he seht his guests out with a parcel of rascals and extortionists, terrifying hapless foreigners and in­ dulging in foul abuse of their country, etc., etc. He rolled his eyes to heaven and protested that he knew nothing of such methods; they were honest fellows, £nd hard-working, and, by the Madonna and all the saints! he had no knowledge of such iniquities; it was incredible, impossible! etc., etc. "Here!" said I, "here is your money, according to the agreement I made with you. I will pay no extra extor­ tion, nor be terrified into doing so. And, furthermore, for the protection of my countrymen, I will publish far and wide, I will print In every newspaper of America the name of your hotel and the rascally doings of your em­ ployes--" I got no further, for the fellow, with a howl of anguish, fell upon his knees and with clasped hands implored me not to "put it in de paper--not to ruin hem!--hees famlee, dey starve! Do not put in de paper!" Suppressing the laughter which his ridiculous terror evoked I consented to relent and peace was restored. When we entered our carriage the rowers were waiting cap In hand, quite civil and ingratiating; but I ig­ nored them completely, and we drove off, followed by a storm of curses and maledictions hurled at the American whom they found they couldn't bluff. Cigar "leafere" have been busy up and down the country during the past few weeks, collecting dead chestnut leaves for the making of cheap cigars. Armed with a long spike, the expert "leafer" seekB the mo6t perfect speci­ mens of chestnut leaves, selecting only those of a darkish brown color. The leaves are soaked in tobacco juice and made into cigars, which sell at a penny each. The outside leaf of these smokes --which rejoice in some «uch cogno­ men among the elite of Whitechapel as "Flor de Cabbage"--is generally of real tobacco. During the "leafing"' season an expert "leafer" can make 60 shillings ' week.--P. T. 0. WOMAN'S BACKACHE / 4 The back is the mainspring: o! woman's organism. It quickly calls attention to trouble by aching. It tells, with other symptoms, such as nervousness, headache, pains in tha loins, weight in the lower part of the body, that , a woman's ferri'mma organism needs immediate attention. In such cases the one sure remedy, which speedily removes the cause, and restores the feminine organism to a Iie^lthv, normal condition is LYD1A E.PINKHAM'S VEGETABLE COMPOUND Mrs. Will Younsr* of 6 Columbia Ave., Rockland, Me., says: " I was troubled for a long time with dreadful backaches and a pain in my side, and was miserable in every way. I doctored until I was discouraged and thought I would never get welL I read what Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound had done for others and decided to try it; after taking thre* bottles I can truly say that I never felt •o well in my life." ( Mrs. Augustus Lyon, of East Earl, Pa., writes to Mrs. Pmkham: "I had very severe backaches, and pressing-down pains. I could not sleepy and had no appetite. Lydia E. Pink- ham's Vegetable Compound cured ma and made me feel like a new woman." FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN. For thirty years Lydia 3s. Pink- ham's Vegetable Compound, mad® from roots and herbs, has been tha standard remedy for female illst and has positively cured thousands of women who have been troubled with displacements, inflammation, ulcera­ tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities^ periodic pains, backache, that bear* mg-down feeling, flatulency, indiges- tu>n.dizziness,or nervous prostration. What a Dear Llttla Wife Did. The leap-year widow had cornered the wily widower. "Ah, you should marry again, Mn Primrose," she whispered in her most persuasive tones. "Widowers are lika bachelors--they come home at nig a n d t o s s t h e i r c l o t h e s a l l b a h You should have a dear little wife go through your clothes." "Thanks," replied the wily widew tersely, "but my last wife through them so completely that ftr didn't have carfare In the morning." Lewis' Single Binder cigar--riehmt, ml satisfying smoke on the market. Yflffl dealer or Lewis' Factory, I'eota, BL It's easy for a deaf mute to lava a girl more than tongue can tell. FITS, Ft. Vitus' Pane* and Nfrroxis DiseasesIWfv munently onred by I>r. Kline's tSrcat Nerve Keslo--- Send for FKKK 82.00 trial bottle and treatise. K U. Kline. LA-, 831 An-h Street, P411aslBi|;iiia, Did you ever see a pretty girl didn't know she was pretty? Mrs. Wlnalow'* Soothing For children teething, softeno Uie gura», flammMlOQ, tllayi pala, cures wliul colic. 33cm More people are fooled by tha tcttklt than by lies. Z5Tfimr^ What a Settlor Cart Secure In WESTERN CANADI 160 Acre* llrsiis-Growtis# LaaJ FREE. 20 to 40 BatHtb Wheat la (tie Aarm. 40 les 80 Bushel* Oats to tibe Ao*. 35 la SO Bu*iioU Barter <« ACT*. , Timber for Fencing and Butldiass F1UUC C»«Kxf I jaws wifls Low 1 Spleiadlnl Rauroad Faciiiti*# aawi La* ; School® on<t Chut'l-he* wivwaKiMsnt. Market* fo* *U ProJoc' Gs>«i CIsm*t€' and Perfect Heaitk. CkucM for Profitable Borne of tbe choicest grain-produciiiff !an<Um Saskatchewan aud Alberta amy now be afr quired in these most healthful and proapcretp. »<viioi;s under the i£ Revised Homestead Regulation* by wiiu'h entry tmiv be made by proxy (oa tolu ooudilions;, by the father, mother, daughter, brother or slater of intending hun SteaUer. Entry fee In eachcm« Is 110.00. For p»mphl«H, "I.artt RestWes?("par?leul»,rsas to r»tes,route% beat time to go aud wiier« lo locate, apply to C. 3, BROUGNTOPt. Boom 412 Merchants Uaa < Tr*rt •i«. .Chictio, III.; W. H. lOitlS. (hit it Boor, Tract** Teraiaal DUl., lmdiaa««Us, lad.; ar T. 0. Cl lliH. Imb 12 B, CailafcjLa BWk. Nflwmkw. Ws.««»!•. AQTIIIfli and HAY FEVEft AO I II HI II I (i-lTlVEl,* tlKKD KINMOSlN'S ASTHMA CURI (hrer JWO Y»Uect» •I U K I W the * years- % Srtr i'.K swKiSoiffffi'K." KS'Si HOME FARM provo.l. tu'iir .cm MMtt, Ka a.. »>•-•« of & u. "i'y. »-=<i .-uni* *"a. I tlK.\ KKI I DM Maine*. LANI> t'boue UMJ^tI»1J tHUid» i*4 .4.rei8j^% bearing &!*Iie»t imprest rate*. Iw itoms or ten thoutaud an 1» SLatl-l kelp. Write for >ar«it'Ui*ra t«KjkllAS* * t%«Ua Vad*|S,<"

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