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r'1a A*****'*'*A'>2&»'ic«Sfe/«'. J • *, : - " v ; * '\i •" • ; . , . ^ * , . 7 >TY *? *.s ,*>- / 1 .:* ' ^ « < * ° s. &W: \ a\ irqnwat TALE OP THE BUILDERS - OFIHEW£^r. gs'<&jQ40i?3^SZ dJRR - / • /i'ii --fc**4"jsaK«-s EBvz& ĵaxrirjtiBCMzrMi&r 8YNOPSI3. The story opens during a trip of the ••Overland Mali" through the Rocky mountains. "Uncle Billy" Dodge, stage driver, Alfred Vincent, a young man, and Phineas Cadwallader, introduced. They come across the remains of a massacre. Later at Anthony's station they find the redskins have carried their destructive work there also. Stella Anthony, daugh­ ter of Anthony, keeper of station, is in­ troduced. Anthony has been killed, Vincent is assigned his work in unearth­ ing plans of enemies of railroad being built. Vincent visits town where railroad men are working on the road and receives token of esteem from Stella. The old •tage driver decides to work close to town In order that he may be able to keep fatherly watch over the young woman. She is engaged as a tutor for Viola Bernard, daughter of hotel land­ lady. Vincent visits society circles of en­ emies of the Central Pacific railroad and learns .their, secrets. He returns to Stella, •ach showing signs of love for the other. Phineas Cadwallader, pushing a railroad opposing Central Pacific, reaches mining town. She writes to Alfred Vincent his boast. Plying his attentions Cadwallader Insults her and she is rescued by Gideon, her father's servant. In turn he proposes marriage, is rejected, leaves her declaring he will return the sort of a man she will love. Stella hears from her lover, Gideon, and of his phenomenal success. Finds letter of importance involving plans of opposition road. Plot to destroy company's ship Flora is unearthed and Incriminating evidence against Cadwalla­ der on charge of wire tapping is also found. Impending disaster to Central Pacific is averted by protecting the Flora. Phineas Cadwallader faces prison on charge of wire tapping. A perfect chain of evidence connects him with plot to blow up "Flora." Stella and Alfred show love for each other despite hostility of Gideon. Alfred and Stella pledge their troth and former is compelled to leave on company business. Mrs. Bernard leaves for scene of husband's recent "strike," leaving Stella in charge. Again the girl repulses Gideon's advances. In showing M fss Hamilton, a niece of a railroad of­ ficial, about the camp, Alfred somewhat neglects Stella, who shows pain at treat- ment. Banquet in railroad town is scene of more monopolization of Alfred by Miss Hamilton, with determination on Stella's part to change her temperament. Alfred writes passionately to Stella, decrying the attention which he was compelled to give Miss Hamilton. Mrs. "Sally" Ber­ nard announces riches. Viola's love for AIvIb, a telegraph operator, is revealed. CHAPTER XX.--Continued. Sally B. sped away to the kitchen. Stella detained Uncle Billy a second in the hall, her hand on his coat lapel. She had intended to speak with him about schools, where to go, how to set about the new life; but these ques­ tions must wait. His trip and its suc­ cess were the only things that mat­ tered now, "Aren't you going to rest?" she asked. "There, are plenty others to work. Go to bed early, won't you, Uncle Billy?" He erased his warm, strong hand over hers with fond pressure. It was sweet to have her womanly solicitude, to feel her near him, her soft hand pulsing under his own. "Afteh the light is time enough to rest, little girl. I must see that my wagop and stock are all right for the first hard drive. Ill have to trust to luck afteh that, or to the hostlehs--that's about the same thing." "Well, rest as much as you can, then. I'll have a luck flower for your button-hole when you start." She smiled into his eyes, her own shining with excitement. "You'll win, Uncle Billy! I know it!" She watched him down the street to the stage barn, where she knew no Item of preparation would escape his vigilant eye. Yet there was time to spare. Would he take advantage of it? Perhaps not. She knew he was master of that perfect relaxation that prepares for stress as well as sleep does. Alvln had dropped his study, Viola was fighting her trouble alone and Sally B. was in the kitchen. Stella, left with no pressing duty, wandered Into the dark parlor. Lighting it was Viola's task, but she had forgotten to­ night, to Stella's satisfaction. She drew a chair to the window that faced the dim mountain across the gorge, closed h&r senses to the little world about her and was quickly off with the sprites of the night to keep her heart's tryst with Alfred. Not quite alone did, they two meet this night in fancy's fair halls. Viola, Al- vin, even Sally B.'s uncompromising black eyes interrupted Stella's dreams. Minutes ticked by unheeded. Hur­ rying feet came and went; calls, cries, hasty commands, odors of unusual cooking floated past inadequate doors; but Stella was oblivious till a draught of air struck her cheek sharply and Gideon's voice called her. She started to her feet. "Gideon! Where--you said 'To-morrow' in your message! Who told you I was here?" "No one. I can always find you, Stella. Something tells me. The in­ stant I opened the door I knew you were here. A kind of fragrance--I could tell it--" "Don't, Gideon," she interrupted. She was looking for matches, but his alert sense caught the aversion in tone and movement. "Your father once told me that a Pima princess was my great-grand­ mother. I cannot escape my heritage from her." He took the match she had struck and lighted the hanging lamp. The flame shone full on his upturned face, and Stella gazed at him fas­ cinated. while he adjusted wick and shade. He seemed to her excited gaze the concentrated beat and pulse of a hundred lives controlled by the master will that spoke through his burning eyes. Often she wondered about his power over her, wondered why Gid­ eon away, was so small a part of her life; yet near, so masterful, monopoliz­ ing. in the pause while he attended to the lamp this question rose again; and was still unanswered. He turned to meet her mute scru­ tiny. His eyes were deep and tender, his voice wooing. "You're glad to pee me, aren't you, sweet Star?" H® threw his arm about her waist with a motion both swift and gentle, as might be a panther mother's, and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't, Gideon!" Stella cried, breathless, struggl^g unavailingly, yet not quite sorry that his arm did not yield. Always with Gideon present came the memory of their comradship, a comforting sense of his strength, a desire to lean upon him. If he would only be content with brotherliness! "Moppett, why do you push me away? It's so long since I saw you. If I were your brother by blood as I am by rearing, you'd take my kiss, and kiss me back. Isn't the tie almost as close? We've been so much more to each other than ordinary brother and sister." He dropped his arm and stepped back; -and the consideration, the gentleness %nd regret in his tone subdued Stella with quick contrition. "Oh, Gideon, I don't mean to be cold, unkind; but I'm afraid of--of what I see in your eyes." He looked long into her face. "Dear little girl!" he said at length; and the adjective did not seem unfitting when he stood near her. "Don't be afraid of me, Stella. I love you, and I want your love in return, not your fear." "But I can't help it, Gideon. You would compel me, hurt me. Does true love ever hurt?" "Does a mother love her child when she gives it into the surgeon's hands?" Stella would not see his meaning. "That doesn't apply to us." "It does, Stella." He went to1 her again, standing close, and looking down upon her tenderly. "I've come for you, dear." He kissed her sud­ denly. "I remember what you said, flower-eyes. I'll not kiss you on the lips till--till I've the right--" "Gideon, you can never have that!" she interrupted, springing back. Still he controlled himself to gentle­ ness. "Stella, dear, listen* Love like past, she flung out her stinging words like whip-strokes. "Love! What do you know of that sacred thing? Hide in your moun­ tains? Yes! And stay, till you learn that first of all love is not for self, but to serve the loved one. I could never love you. If Alfred were ten times dead, I'd not marry you!" Red lights were burning in Gideon's passionate eyes, and he turned to her •with savage counter threat. "Whether Vincent lives or not, you shall be my wife, Stella Anthony! There's no other woman in the world but you, and I shall be worthy of you. You shall see my face again--you shall pray to see it!" He towered over her, his stormy eyes fixed on hers un­ flinchingly, yet he did not touch her. "Good-bye," he said in a lower voice. "I shall find him; and I shall come again!" He stepped backward as he finished. She sprang after him, but he had closed the door and slid into the night. When she looked out he was neither to be seen nor* heard. She stood a moment in the open doorway, striving to quiet the tumult of soul and body. The weakness of reaction came quick­ ly. The scene rehearsed grew in por­ tent. No fiery courage rose to meet the memory of his threats; yet they grew more dreadful; and the com­ pelling power of his presence re­ mained. A dozen uncertain plans chased one another through her whirl­ ing brain. She would telegraph Al­ fred. But where? What could she say? She could not send heart trage­ dies over the wires, accuse Gideon be­ forehand of murder! She would write--get Uncle Billy to deliver her letter in person. She wrote a feverish letter, destroyed it, and wrote again; then hastened out to find Uncle Billy. In the kitchen she came upon Sally B. superintending the extra baking. "Uncle Billy? He's snatchin' 40 winks. He didn't go up till a bit ago; he ain't to be disturbed." She was emphatic. "Say! The race begins O. K.! Train'll be here at 2:50 instid o' four o'clock! Uncle Billy 'lows he'll git off in four minutes after." "Oh, I must speak to him alone," Stella pleaded; "just a minute, when he comes down. Tell him when you call him. won't you?" - Another time Sally B„ would have ac 'Moppett, Why Do You Push Me Awayf" mine compels love. You think your heart forever lost to that--to the man who has deserted you. Yet you surely will soon wake to the 6hame of it. Your womanhood will help me, if not your love; that will follow. I've a house and garden for you in Sacra­ mento; your own home, trim and neat, where the roses on the trellis wait for your care. There you shall live in peace, and show the gossips that Al­ fred Vincent did not break your heart ---uiu act v/in you to cast you off. To­ morrow we shall be married--" "Gideon: Gideon! Stop, for heaven's sake! How many times must I tell you I cannot--I will not marry you? I love Alfred Vincent. Some day he intends to marry me--" "Intends to marry you! Some day!" Tenderness fled. The words flashed forth like the hiss of a snake. He faced hejL fiercely, the veins in his forehead swelling quickly, undulating- ly. The primordial male was master now, holding in leash every grace of refinement, every saint's virtue he had won. "Listen. Stella Anthony! If that woman-dandy cared for you, If he had been man enough to marry you, to put you beyond the insult of rail­ road-camp gossip and curiosity, I'd hide away in the mountains and live on memories. But he's "spoiling your life! And he shall not live to spoil it longer! I'll--" "No, no, Gideon!" she broke in ex citedly. "Don't say those words! You shall not harm him!" She stood erect, her eye blazing bacK flame for flame. For herself weak, for him she loved she was a lioness at bay. "Do you call that love?" she asked scornfully, "to strike a woman through the man 'she loves? I could hate you, Gideon Ingram! Leave me! I hope never to see your face again!" Gideon did not speak. Stella roused and angry was a new being to Kim. He had not realized that her spirit was as intrepid as his own. Stripped of compassion for his love of her, wrenched free from the claim of their and questioned her; but she was ln- heeded the distress in Stella's tone, tent on her work, caught in the hour's excitement. She gave absent-minded assent; and Stella crept back to the parlor, where she lowered the lamp and again sat down with her fears. Had Gideon been able to get a seat in Uncle Billy's coach? She would go and see. She opened the door and peered out. The street was deserted. Yet bright, unshaded windows gleam­ ing in all directions; extra lights in the saloon across the way; knots of men at the doors; the rattle of chips, the clink of ice and glass, and an oc­ casional voice raised above the su»- dued murmur that ca«ne from Saily B.'s barroom--all told Stella that the town waited awake for the night's event. She stole out, passed the hotel and peeped guiltily into the stage olfice. Only the clerk on duty was within, and he was nodding. Cautiously she approached and looked o^er the pas­ senger list that layepen on the coutr ter. Gideon had not booked. Though half stunned by dread and fear, she yet could not face Sally B. again and the busy kitchen. She paced restlessly, stopped to reread her letter and add a penciled word, and went into the hall to listen for Uncle Billy. Silence. No one was stirring in the house outside of the cook's domain. Back she turned to her nervous tread, counting her steps mechanical­ ly. Her mind was painfully alert, supersensitive. The half-hour struck. "The clock is surely wrong!" Stella whispered. But the dining-room clock quickly rang a confirming chime; an<J the doomful tick, tick, went slowly on. She crept out again to the stage of­ fice, where the clerk no longer co­ quetted with duty in his chair, but lay full length on the counter, frankly seduced by Morpheus. The passenger list still lay open, and Stella looked. Gideon's name was not there! She wondered why, since his looks even more than his words told her that he would, seek Alfred at once. As she walked back new fears beset her. ^rThy was Gideon not going on the stage? Could Alfred be already on his way to Colfax? Near? Coming now, and Gideon had learned it? A terrify­ ing vision of their meeting shook her; yet quick comfort came with the recol­ lection of Alfred's promised telegram. He would surely keep his word. Ten minutes of two! Ten minuteB past--fifteen! A light step came down the stair, and Stella flew into the hall. "Uncle Billy!" she called softly, and drew him into the parlor. She put her letter in his hand, told him of Gideon, breathlessly describing Alfred s dan­ ger, though concealing its cause. She did not dream that Uncle Billy guessed it well. He promised to mount guard over Alfred, though? he scoffed at her fear, and declared that Gideon, son of the night, was doubtless alone Bomewhere fighting out his anger. "Oh, Uncle Billy, you're such a dear, good father to me," she cried impetu­ ously; and, heedless, did not see the light die in his eyes, recked not of a missed heart-beat. His back was toward the lamp, his face downcast; yet when he lifted it again, he was calm, his voice steady, though Stella caught a vibrant sad­ ness in it she could not understand. "Honey, there's something I've been wishing to speak to you about for a month o' Sundays, but I couldn't raise the pluck." He stopped, and Stella, so overwrought, grew suddenly ap­ prehensive; though she did not speak. "Yo' Uncle Billy's stake in Mam­ mon's mighty small; but such as it is, it is deeded to you, child. I haven't any kin of my own, that is, none that's as neah to me as you are, honey. I fixed the papehs in Auburn yestehday." For an instant Stella did not com­ prehend. She looked questioningly into his face and he smiled back at her, waiting for her to speak. Then it broke suddenly--a will! All a young heart's dread of death came into her eyes. Uncle Billy dead! And she profiting by it? It could not be. He surely would live long years still. * She could not spare him! The precipient sorrow, the generous deed, broke down Stella's defenses, and tears flowed uncontrolled while she haltingly told her gratitude. Uncle Billy had barely dried her eyes when Sally B.'s step sounded in the hall. "I'm in heah, Sally B.," he called, "and all ready." Before she could turn back from the stairs and enter he drew Stella to him and kissed her. "Don't forget my luck posy, houey," he whispered, as Sally B. opened the door. And in that instant Stella's eyes were opened. Ten minutes later the coaches, Uncle Billy's leading, lined up beside the thronged sidewalk. Some passen­ gers stood near the second coach. Only a privileged few coming on the train would go with Uncle Billy. Stella, a rose in her hand, stood with others near the stage ofllce door. "Is Mr. Ingram going with Uncle Billy or tn the other coach?" she asked the clerk, as he returned to his post from some errand. "Ingram? He left town hours ago. Took Ball's best horse, Nig. Told Ball if he broke the nag's wind he'd pay any figure Ball--" *r Stella did not wait 'to hfear him through. "Book me for Virginia City!" she cried. "In Uncle Billy's coach--" "You can't--" he began. A whistle shrilled through the dark­ ness. "Yes! yes! I'll make him let me!" she panted, and was gone. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Many Uses for the Hairpin Little Instrument May ^e Said to Be Invaluable. It Is an excellent substitute for a paper cutter. It will pierce a cigar or clean a pipe. As a DUttonhook, either for boots or gloves, it is invaluable. In lieu of its sharper sister, the pin, seaside trippers have been known to And it convenient for extracting the winkle from its shell. In extremities it has served as a toothpick,'horrible as this may seem, while, if a sufficient number are used, it supplies the place of a hatpin. There is another popular service also that it performs, says the London Chronicle. Recently at a smart hotel in London a young lady took up a novel, saying to the man who was carrying it round: "How far have you got with this story?" As she spoke she opened the book with that quick movement which inevitably be-< trays the book marker, then putting it down with a laugh added: "Oh, 1 was looking for the hairpin which marked the place you had reached, but, of course, you don't use hairpins."" JOHN nCNCYMTUBE AND A WOMAN'S WORK ON AMERICAN BY GEO. V. HOBART, ("HUGH M'HUGH.") Dear Bunch: Yours from Nice re­ ceived; also Alice's letter to Peaches. I'm wise to the good time you're hav­ ing, old pal, and, believe me, I wish we were with you. It must be aces to travel through the Riviera and pipe the forget-me- nots and the magnolia blossoms bloom­ ing all over the place, while the air Is laden with the scent of roses and the song of the nightingale makes mu­ sic for the midnight lunch--what! Not bad on the poesy thine this morn, eh, Bunch? Holy mackerel! I'd like to see yon travel over this part of the universe and get a peep at any forget-me-nits or maggieolas. Nothing doing. Over here, Bunch, the wild-eyed ad­ vertiser is abroad in the land, and his "Took Another Look." advertisements are stuck, like a lot of second-hand court plaster, all over the face of Nature. I love to read the advertisements in the newspapers and the magazines, but I also love to be permitted to stop reading them when the dinner bell rings, which is an impossibility, if you're traveling on the railroads in our dear land of liberty--God bless it! In these days, Bunch, you'll find that the something which once was a beau­ tiful landscape is covered with a board fence whereon it says: EAT EATEM'S EAT ABILITY EASILY THE MOST EATABLE EATING EVER EATEN. I think the idea of changing a green hillside Into a treatise on indigestion, and making all the pretty trees along the roadside point their branches in the direction of a drug store is wrong, but maybe I've too much poetry In my veins and not enough business. I took a little trip from New York to Philly last week, and it was then that the foregoing thought hit me a belt In the thinker. It's only a question of a short time. Bunch, when our American scenery will be changed to pill news. I looked out the car window with the laudable intention of admiring all the geography as it rushed by, but be­ fore I could enthuse over two spruce trees and 18 blades of grass, a large sign shut off my view and caused me to see this: SAWDUST FRITTERS The New Breakfast Food Once Swallowed Never Forgotten I winked my eyes once or twice and took another look, and there, spread carefully over the map of New Jersey, was a sign which said: Blonde Pills for Brainy People Try One Box And You'll Never Try Another. I dodged back into my chair and closed my lamps for a moment. Then I said to myself: "I'll try the other heart of civilization, and that after we reached the real country the land­ scape would assert its rights and be- gin to happen. In about 20 minutes I glanced care­ lessly out the window, and I'll'be dog- goned if I didn't see another board fence with this on it: Be a Good Chooser and Chew CHEWINGTON'S CHOO CHOO The Gum That Don't Come Off. Now I leave It to you. Bunch, If it isn't discouraging. Can yon beat it in Europe? Can you get close enough to it to tie it? Then I looked up and out and saw-- yes. Bunch, another mile of fenoe, some of which bore this legend: Children, dear, in any case Don't drive nails in Mother's face; If you do and she should scream Try Mike Smith's Complexion Cream! Speaking of scenery reminds mt that Peaches and I took a flying trip to Niagara Falls not long ago. I'm not out to describe the Falls, Bunch, so don't throw this letter down and scream for help. When we stepped off the cars we found, stretching out as far as the 1 LYDIA E. PINKHAM Nature and & woman's work com­ bined have produced the grandest remedy for woman's ills that thd world has ever known. In the good old-fashioned days of our grandmothers they relied upon the roots and herbs of the field to cure disease and mitigate siiiferijog. The Indiana on our Western Plains to-day can produce roots and herbs for every ailment, and care diseases that baffle the most skilled physicians who have spent years in the study of drugs. From the roots and herbs of the field Lydia E. Pinkham more than thirty years ago gave to the women of the world a remedy for their pe­ culiar ills, more potent and effica­ cious than any combination of drugs. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound is now recognised as the standard remedy for woman's ills. Mrs. Bertha Muff, of 515 N.C. Si, Louisiana, Mo., writes: •' Complete restoration to health means so much to me that for the sake of other suffering women I am willing to make my troubles public. "For twelve years I had been suffer­ ing' with the worst forms of female ills. During that time I had eleven different physicians without help. No tongue can tell what I suffered, and at tames I could hardly walk. About two years ago I wrote Mrs. Pinkham for advice. I "followed it, and can truly say that Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com­ pound and Mrs. Pinkham's advice re­ stored health and strength. It Is worth mountains of fold to suffering women." What Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege­ table Compound did for Mrs. Muff, it will do for other suffering woman. A GOOD OLD FRIEND. "Took a Flying Trip to Niagara." pocketbook could reach, a line of hacks, river-going hacks which had been standing so long in the shadow of the falling water that they seemed to be giving each other the Minne­ haha. (Indian joke.) Eighty-seven hack drivers with tears in their eyes and beer in their voices, when possible, coaxed Peaches and me to jump on board their cata­ marans and be concussloned over to the Falls, but after a long and bit­ ter fight our consciences won the vic­ tory, and we walked. Like all great things in this world, Bunch, the Falls of Niagara started out from a very small beginning and gradually worked itself up to fame and fortune. When it started out away back In the woods the Niagara river had no thought of getting itself in the school books and becoming a national pet, like a prize fighter. On the contrary, Bunch, it started out to be just a plain, ordinary river rolling gently on its rocky mattress, but one dark night It suddenly fell out of bed and created such a sensation that It has kept right on falling out of bed ever since. This is the only record in history where a reputation has been made by falling out of bed. The Gum pot--Well, you fellow t* can say what you like about the editor. For my part, I always stick up for him. TRIPP COUNTY, 8. a Government Land Opening. The government opening of a mil­ lion acres of fine agricultural and grazing lands will probably occur about Oct. 1st. The Rosebud extension of The Chicago & North Western Ry. Is the only railway reaching these lands, and Dallas, S. D., is the railway ter* minus and the only town on the reser­ vation border. The U. S. land office will probably be located there. Pamph­ lets describing this land and how to secure a quarter section homestead* free on application to W. B. Knlskern, P. T. M., C. & N. W. Ry, Chicago, m. Those Wen! "I went into the office looking 10» a fright," said the woman. "I didnt have a chance to straighten my hat or pat my hair or anything. I had i«- Peaches and I walked down to the tended to primp going "up in the els- edge of the Falls, and for eight min­ utes we stood there without speaking a word. Peaches afterward acknowledged that the Falls had a wonderful in­ fluence over her, because that was the first .time in her life she ever went eight minutes without saying some­ thing. To stand there. Bunch, and watch those thousands and thousands of gal- ! Ions of water pushing each other over the edge of that precipice and then falling with a roar into the depths be- I low makes all the poetry in one's sys- j tem come to the surface and beg to be let out. Yours for better scenery. • JOHN. I (Copyright. 1908, by <J. \V. Diiiiiishaui Co.) vator, but there was a man standing before each mirror twirling his mus­ tache and I couldn't even get a peep at myself." Lewis' Single Binder Cigar has a rich taste. Your dealer or Lewis' Factory, Peoria, 111. A man must stand erect, not be kept erect by others.--Marcus Aurelius. r*e Allen's Foot-faae Cur*stired, aching, sweating fe?t. 26c. pa«kag* tree. A. 2i. Olmsted, Hoy, N. Y. Greatness and goodness are means, but ends.--Coleridge. not Outspoken. A French- marquise whose country house is crowded with guests during the bunting season hit upon the orig­ inal idea of placing a register at the disposal of her visitors, in which to record ^beir desire3 and criticisms The pages of the richly-bound book soon began to be covered with notes such as: "Count de R Btlll owes 25 louis; he knows to whom." "The green peas yesterday wer« burned." "Baroness M flirts; unfortunate ly, not with me." The marquise has withdrawn th« register.--Cri de Paris. "The Wildeyed Advertiser Is Abroad." side of the car where, no doubt, I'll see a mountain or a country fair or some­ thing human in the distance, "but all I saw was 97 feet of board fence, which was yelling out these words: DRINK BINGLEBAUER'S WHISKEY • All Judges Say It Makes Trade Lively Especially the Police Judges For ten minutes I sat there. Bunch, with my eyes shut, and when finally I took a little peep out the window it resulted in this: SMOKE YELLOWFINGER'S CIGAROOTS And Die Lingering, But Dopey Then I tried to figure the thing out, and presently came to the conclusion that the train must still be in' the Pity and the Picturesque. There was a widow (her husband had been dead for a fortnight) who lived in a humble and honest way, and who achieved triplets at a stroke. Two newspapers, touched, and rightly, by her indigence, decided that a candy shop would be a pleasant thing for her. They ran a human story that fairly dripped mercy and loving kind­ ness, telling of the tenement home, the bereavement, and the scheme for ready bargains in caramels and choco­ late kisseafc The public, which is everything rather than stony-hearted, seat back |1,000 and the widow was able not only to start her shop, but to include a soda fountain. This is the same public that throws newspapers and banana peels into the hospitable gutter, and thereby cuts off the ap­ propriations for tenement house In­ spection; spits on the sidewalks and in public buildings, and thereby mul­ tiplies disease. The average person responds to obvious signs of sympathy rather than to bigger and more distant good.--Collier's Weekly. Mr*. Window'! Soothing- Sp-op. TOT children teotbln*. »oft«>ns tha (turns, rednee* » aJlava tmln. cure* wind OQliu. 3&C* oOttlfl* It doesn't pay to borrow trouble evea on a friend's account. Venerable Clergyman Dead. Rev. Angus Bethune, vicar" of Sea- ham, England, who has died at the age of 97, discharged his clerical du­ ties to the last He was 67 years a clergyman in the diocese of purham and 49 years an incumbent of QM parish, and had served under sevsa bishops of Durham. THE DUTCH BOY PAINTER STANDS FOR PAINT QUALITY IT IS FOUND ONLY PUREWHITELEAD MADE BY THE Ot£ BMKH PROCfSS «.