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THAT GIRL °J JOHNSON'S my JEAJf KATJG LWDLVM. Amthm "At « CM't Mercy." Etc, Entered According to Act of Congress in the Year 1890 by Street St Smith, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. CHAPTER XIX.--(Continued.) And as Dora kept to her word and drove or rode over every day when the weather was pleasant and together they wandered under the pines in many a daring place, the color of in­ creasing heatlh slowly tinging the cheeks of each, while Dora's cough grew less and less frequent and vio­ lent, and an added grace and spring showed in Dolores' step, though there was a growing sadness upon her lips and a hunted look in the wide dark eyes that her friends could not under stand, this woman gloried a*d exulted In her power to wound the girl Dora loved with a deeper, truer love than she could ever give to her, and she planned out many a subtle manner for wounding and sending her shafts deep­ er into the soul of the girl who was, she told herself over and over, steal­ ing away what rightfully belonged to ker. Lemuel Johnson went often to see his brother, who grew civil to him after a while, though at first he was surly, and resented his brother's long silence and neglect. Together they talked of the future, and laid many plans to be carried out as soon as Joe •was a little better. Dr. Dunwiddie still positively af­ firmed that he would recover, but that this must needfully be slow, and Joe Johnson was never possessed with pa­ tience enough to bear quietly much waiting. And as the days passed Do­ lores waited and waited, the dread fear shut in her heart, they would come for her father from the town. The subject of the mare was never mentioned among them; it had dropped out of the house as suddenly and completely as though death had touched it; that day Dora gave her cousin a sketch of tae feeling regard­ ing it in the town, though not one of them understood the girl's horror of it, excepting it might be the one who had seen the most of her emotion. Sometimes the girl was tempted to ask about it, but the dread of bringing down something worse upon hersslf and her father kept her silent to suffer alone. But Johnson lingered along in much the same condition in spite of the in­ terest of his friends or foes, from week to week, scarcely getting better, yet growing no worse. Dr. Dunwiddie knitted his brows and looked very grave and puzzled many a time after his visits; he did not like the appear­ ance of things; they were going crook­ ed; something must be done and at once. He did not wish to arouse the thought of such a thing in the minds of Johnson himself or Dolores; in fact he wished to keep it from Johnson m6re even than from his daughter, for he was in sucn an excitable state that it went much against his recovery-- petulant, fault-finding, with many a word that showed his brute nature anl cruelty. At or against Dolores and fate his anger and spleen were direct­ ed. Dolores was of no use--no earth­ ly use in the world; she was without even the sense of most women, and that was little enough. Had she been a boy things might have been differ­ ent; boys were 01 use. And it was not enough that this ill luck of her being a girl was upon him, but he must have this added to the rest--to be laid up with not even the use of his feet or hands. Here he was, crippled, help­ less, constantly in pain, scarcely able to move without pain, and there was his brother healthy, florid, a rich man, with a fine home and the comforts of life at his disposal. And yhat reason was there that his brother should have the gains and he the losses? Was he not quite as de­ serving and capable of appreciating them as he? Fate was a powerful master, partial, and many times cruel lft its decrees. Life was a pretty tough thing anyway, scarce worth the living. To lie in that hole of a room day in, day out, was growing unbearable; nothing to do but watch the bit of sky and mountain through the tiny win­ dow, the scent of the pines stealing through, or, closing his eyes, to think, think, think his narrow thoughts that never got away from the mountains, the smithy, the tavern, and the town, until he was driven nearly wild by the thoughts that no one else ever knew, though those who were with him most guessed nearer the truth. The thin face, grown pallid with confinement, would narrow and seem to contract, the small eyes, set deep and close together, grew cruel and with Johnson, but mainly to see how he bore his affliction and to know for themselves how much better off that girl of Johnson's was, since her fath-' er'8 brother Lemuel--he who left the settlement years before--had returned. Many an hour in the wide, low room at the tavern, or beside the door of an evening, they discussed Johson's condition, and freely expressed their doubts and views as to his recovery in spite of Dr. Dunwiddie's assertion to the contrary. While Dr. Dunwiddie, over in the town among his friends at Judge Green's, also discussed John­ son's condition, and decided with them that it was time something was done, and done speedily, or it would be too late. "Spare no pains nor expense, Dun­ widdie," urged Lemuel Johnson, pacing up and down the pleasant parlor at Judge Green's, his hands clasped be­ hind him, his fiorid face and kindly eyes full of anxiety. "Joe's got a won- 0 I "Et'd be nothin' new ef ye was asham­ ed of me." derful constitution;' always did have; sinews like steel when we were young­ sters. This illness has been heavy to bring him down so. Surely there i3 some way of hastening his recovery, and we must find it--you must find it. He's got to have a fair chance for a place in life, comfortable, like other men, and not end it all that way. Why, it's death in life over yonder. It's buried in a grave large enough to turn around in, but it isn't life. No wonder he's lost all ambition staying there with everybody around him duller and more listless than he, ex­ cepting of course Dolores. She's a body one wouldn't meet always. Joe doesn't appreciate her because he's incapable of judging out of such a batch of comrades as he's got there. That Lodie's a good enough sort of man--make an intelligent man if he had a chance--but, my powers! such a life for man or woman. Where I was born, too, and not a school house or church in the place, and my own brother's child Ignorant of even the catechisip or the existence of God. Do your best for him, Dunwiddie; never mind the cost. Money is noth­ ing compared to ii life worth living. You start him on with a tair show of strength, and I'll do the rest. He's the only kin I have in the world--he and the girl--and the Lord knows there isn't a man in tae world who wouldn't do all he could for such. Eh, Dora?" CHAPTER XX. on his s'juulder and spoke to him sharply. "Lie down," he said, "man, and listen to us. We give you the choice. You shall have from now till to-mor­ row morning to consider; after that will be too late. Choose one of two alternatives: Remain just where you are, from sheer stubbornness and die, for die you must if you persist In this, and in such a slow, torturing man­ ner as you cannot comprehend, or comply with our wishes that may doubtless be painful at first, and may even end fatally--I place It all before you, holding back--but with ten chaneee to one of your recovery and a long life." Johnson's face lost its defiance and cunning; it grew livid and paled to a deathly hue. His sinister eyes were fixed on the doctor's face with an expression of cowardly terror in them. His brother's fit of violent temper he could meet with equal force, but Dr. Dunwiddie's voice and manner bore as much weight as his words 'which were uttered clearly and calmly, but which the man was unused to bearing, and which therefore impressed him more than they might have done other­ wise, full of meaning and warning as they were. He lay among the pillows with his face turned to the wall, motionless as though he were already dead, his sinewy right hand clutched the cov­ ering long after his brother and the doctors left, not knowing that through the half ppen door Dolores, from the outer room, was watching him with a face set as his own, her hands clasped passionately, her lips shut close to still the cry that rose from her heart, that found words only in a new, wild, inarticulate prayer. "God, whom I know not, forgive him--forgive him." But there was not a trace of this emotion upon her face or in her man­ ner as she stood, a day or two after, at the west window of the library at Judge Green's, the soft brown dress Dora had fitted for her, falling grace­ fully around her. She held back the lace draperies with one arm leaning against the casing of the large French window, and looked like a picture, so quiet she stood, flushed from the light of the sunset above. Dora was sitting upon the ottoman at her feet, her delicate face raised to the face above her. Dora said she could sit forever at Dolores' feet and watch her. Doleres' face was a study of which one would never tire, which one must study to understand, which one could never fully under* stand. (To be continued.) LIFE OF KING ALFONSO. Young Monarch Becoming Popular With His Subjects. The young king of Spain is daily making himself more popular in San Sebastian, which may be regarded as the summer capital of Spain. Rising very early, he goes down from Mira- mer palace before 8 to San Sebastian beach for a swim. He takes long rides in the valleys and across the highlands of the Basque country with­ out an escort, but he is always in uniform and is accompanied by two aids-de-camp and two palace servants. He takes great pleasure in returning the salutes of the peasantry. At mid­ day the king attends to state business with the minister for foreign affairs. Before lunch he gives audiences and generally rides again in the afternoon, or drives his own four-in-hand with Queen Christina and his sisters sit­ ting behind him. He takes an inter­ est in yachting, in the rowing boat races in the bay and in pigeon-shoot­ ing. He is already a good shot and a keen sportsman. The Basques • are pleased to see him interested in their national ball game, styled "juego de pelota." NOTHING MUCH TO "LIFT." The men dropped in occasionally, cunning, the coaifse mouth under the scant mustache closed with sinister meaning. For hours he would lie in the same position, scarcely moving, his long hands grown bony, clutching convulsively the bed covering. And to those who watched with eyes sharp­ ened with interest all these actions were full of meaning, and proved much that had but been guessed be­ fore. As time went by the men at the tavern got over their stiffness and dropped in occasionally through the m or another, to lyve a chat A Sudden Message. 'Man alive!" exclaimed Lemuel Johnson as he stood beside his brother one morning, with Dr. Dunwiddie and Dr. Grey, explaining to him a plan by which they hoped to benefit his condi­ tion and hasten his recovery. "Man alive, Joe!" exclaimed the excitable little man, thrusting his hands Into his pockets, his florid face growing redder, his eyes sparkling with indig­ nation. "Have you no sense at all? Have you no pride, no common ambi­ tion to get well? To make a success of life? Would you rather lie here, growing less and less capable of any­ thing, like an indolent tramp, and keep on suffering straight ahead for years maybe, when by perfect care in this hospital, or infirmary, or what­ ever it is, in the city something may be done for you, and you would be set up like a new man ready for any position and to build up as good a home as any man living? Why, great Scott, Joe Johnson, if you are my brother and the only one I've got, I must say I'd be ashamed to own you if you refuse." The Invalid was growing excited also. He struggled up to a sitting position, half reclining on his right arm, and glared at his brother as an infuriated animal at bay. "Et'd be nothin' new ef ye was 'shamed o' me," he cried, the veins of his forehead swelling like cords, his small eyes glittering like serpents. "Et's no mor'n ye've done all yer life sence yer runned away ter make yer money a-many year ago. Ye left er folks ter starve fer all't ye've done fer 'em, tell just now when ye kem hyar jter gloat owver me. I may be 'thout yer style o' sense, Lem John- sing, but I hev got ther common sense 't ken tell beans when I sees 'em. Ye needn't make outen 't ye don't know what I means well's I do, or them as hev lived hyar sence theys borned. An' theys ken tell't ye left us 'thout nothin' an' outen yer life tell jest now when't ain't no use; an' es long es I've got breath 'nough left ter tell't; I'll Jest say this. An' I ain't goin' ter be put in no horsepital neither where a feller ken stay forever, an' folks'd nevel1 know but he's dead an' burled, 'stead o' Uvin' locked up in a cell like a crim'nal an' kept thyar an' never let out. Mebby et do run In thes fam'ly ter be shef'less an' no 'count, but I hev es good sense es 70 hev, Lem Johnslng, an' I ain't ter be tom­ fooled like a woman." Dr. Dunwiddie laid his strong hand Irishman Saw Little to Struggle for in the America's Cup. A crowd stood outside Tiffany's window at Broadway and Seventeenth street, where the America's cup is displayed in a glass case, says a New York exchange. "I wonder if this is the real cup or just a reproduction?" one lady said inquiringly to another. "Real," was the reply. "Don't you see the card, 'America's Cup, won by the yacht America at Cowes, Isle of Wight, England, August 28, 1851.' It has kept beautifully, hasn't it?" An Irishman came up. "What's that?" he asked, crowding up to the window. "That's the cup Sir Thomas is try­ ing to lift," a bystander answered. The Irishman looked hard at the base, the chased and engraved bulg­ ing center and the long neck with handle opposite duck-bill lip.. "An' is that the growler they're raisin' all this fuss about?" he asked contemptuously. "Faith, I'm surprised at Lipton. There's plenty better on the other side." Suburban Foresight. The citizen of Drearyhurst. was showing his visitor through the spa­ cious garden in the rear of the house. "Over there," he said, pointing with his cane, "13 the turnip patch." "You must be a good deal fonder of turnips than I am," commented the visitor. "Oh, we don't use them on the table," his host replied. "We raise them to throw at the neighbors' chickens. They're cheaper than coal." Would Avoid Women. First Boy--Do you want to go ter heaven when yer die, like de Sunday- school ma'am tells yer? Second Boy--Nit! Dere's no fun goin' ter places where a woman want yer to go.--Judge. One Advantage. "Is Cleveland really as slow as peo­ ple say it is?" asked the Chicago man. "It's worse," replied the Cincinnati drummer. "Why some of the resi­ dents of that village aetually die of old age." A TALE OF TWO -c " ^ THANKSGIVINGS 1 » • > 9 * • » % » » As Thanksgiving approaches each year Don Antonio is wont to tell the following story--a story of two Thanksgivings in one year, - the last Thanksgiving of pastoral California and the first recognition in the west- land of the Thanksgiving - of the American. The story runs in this wise: "Before the Gringo came" CaNfor- nia had a Thanksgfving day of its own, although no governor's procla­ mation or presidential edict dignified It with such official- title. It was in­ digenous to the country, and was es­ pecially suited to California's climat­ ic conditions and to her religious his­ tory. What time mpre seasonable to give thanks than just after the har­ vest had been gathered, and what day more appropriate than the 4t^ of Oc­ tober, fete of St. rrancis d'Assisi--St. Francis, whose sons had rescued the country from tribal darkness; St. Francis, to whose special protection were confided the missions of Alta California! Early in the morning of Oct. 4, 1845, a picturesque procession approached the old church- at Monterey. From far and near each rancbero brought in a heavy vehicle drawn by oxen and heaped high with corn and beans and melons. As the vehicles and walkers came nearer, the bells of the church rang out a glad weleome to its loyal chil­ dren. Then the assemblage knelt down on mother earth and each heart echoed the prayer the reverend padre brown eyes haunted him when away from their presence--now mischiev­ ous, now daring, now languishing, now sparkling, but always impelling him to gaze into them--into them and on* the softly carved cheek and petal curved mouth. He did not want to love a Californian, nor, ir^ fact, any other woman at present. Love would Interfere with his ambitions. Yet he answered the call of the eyes and his lips learned more readily to' converse. As a slave to his con­ science he had told Carmencita that he had come to this country to make .his fortune, and that, i« once gained, he would return to his own land. "Oh, it is that the climate does not suit you, senor?" » "The climate is all right, but---" "It is the people. You do not "like us'?" and the dark head went up in the air. "You know I like you, but " "But when you go back to your own land, senor * "I'll never go back. Your land shall be mine, or you will go with me." '"But your fortune, senor? " "Fortune does not matter. Nothing matters but you. I want you, you, Car­ mencita. ^Promise to marry me. Promise," and he held her close. "Let me go. Let me go. When you make your fortune, senor, then I will marry you. No, no, senor. I'll never marry a poor Americano. My own countryman is different. We do not care for money. You are different. Look at Eulalla Gonzales. She mar- he had rushed for fear of being too late for the ball. "As he does not dance, that would be a pity," Ramon Castro murmured to a neighbor. During the following dance, Rod* gers telegraphed to Carmencita's watchful eyes. When the music be* .gan she slipped out and met him in the moonlit courtyard. "Hold up your head," he commanded, and then he twined strings and strings of pearls around her slender neck.-Then he caught her to him. "You are mine. It is Thanksgiving and you are mine." "But, senor, where-11-"" "Don't ask anything. You promised if I brought you wealth you would be mine. Promise me you will sail with me in the White Wings to-morrow. The captain can marry As at sea, and at my home you will have happiness you never dreamed of here. Promise me. Promise--" But why that sudden pause in tho music. The silence made them both start. Then from the windows thun­ dered: "That Americano, Rod gers. Dog of an infidel. He murdered the padre of the Mission de Santa Cruz and stole the strings of pedrls from the virgin." Carmencita shivered her­ self out of his arms as the piercing tones Inside continued: "Sancho, the Indian, saw him while hid in the sanctuary. He came to tell us, but the Americano had several hours' start. Now he's here. Where is he?" A howl for blood went up as the whole company jumped for the door­ ways. The cry roused Carmencita. Pilgrims' Hall* Plymouth, Massachusetts. Teething at Age of •». Mrs. Polly Card of near Vernoa, Mo., is renewing her youth. At 98 years of age she is cutting her second set of "milk" teeth. She has had m nat­ ural teeth for thirty years. voiced--the prayer*of thanksgiving to St. Francis for the harvest of the past year and of petition that he con­ tinue his care by sending early and bountiful rains. When the banner had been escort­ ed back into the church and deposited at the left of the altar the congre­ gation surged out and a merry scene ensued. With chatter and exclamations and infectious laughter, the peoplq moved about in ever-changing groups. No one was greeted more warmly than Don Thomas Larkin, who took this opportunity of introducing to the people from the country his latest protege, Alvln Rodgers. The old Cal- lfornians accepted the newcomer warmly, as was their habit. "The friend of Don Thomas is a friend 6t mine. My house is yours whenever you wish to visit it" The stranger aceepted all. degrees of friendliness with the same imper­ turbable calmness, and finally at­ tached himself to the group in which the Diaz family were chattering. The old senor had taken a fancy to the young American. In the two weeks since Rodgers' arrival he had invited him to his home every day. With the exeeptlon of the father, anu Carmencita, the Diaz family felt un­ comfortable under the cold blue scrut­ iny of the stranger; but,' as Califor- nians, they did not withdraw their hospitable attentions; Carmencita, feeling the disapproval of her fam­ ily, showered favors upon him. And he--well, at first he came to practice speaking Spanish, and later, he came because he could not keep away. The Overlooked Thanksgivings It Is well to have one day in the year fixed by the proclamation of the powers that be fer rejoicing purposes, aad to give thanks for the good things we have eajeyed during the past year. If It were not for the legal announce­ ment, the majority ef men would go oa without giving thanks for any­ thing. What rash tor get fulness! Why, man, the evils of life do not outweigh the good things we receive, and yet a snail hoy will forget his stick of oaady and remember his parent's slipper. There Is always a balance oa the side ef tka geod, but we fall- to see it. We eajoy pleasure, and as philosophers we know that pain ak waja Miews pleasure, hut we want rled ft poor Americano, and now she •has to work, work, work, and save and never have any comfort. All because her husband wants to save money. No." You make your fortune and then --yeu may go home or you may marry me, if R&mon has not been before­ hand." "He'll never be beforehand. I'll get the fortune, and you, too." "Oh, but only this day Ramon has a'sked my father that he may marry me on the 8th of December, his fete day and the Virgin's." "Dccetnber! 60 near! But this Is only October, and November comes be­ tween. There are other fete days be­ sides his. This is your Thanksgiving. My country has a Thanksgiving in a few weeks. Then I'll either have riches or definite promise of riches. Then I'll claim you. That will be my Thanksgiving." As merry voices were heard calling, "Carmencita, Cita," he whispered, "Promise me. Promise and seal your promise so, so, 60." Her affirmative answer was smoth­ ered and they turned to greet their seekers. On the Monday previous to Thanks­ giving Rodgers had to start on a trip to the vicinity of Santa Cruz, that would keep him away until Thanks­ giving day itself. In his absence the preparations for the ball went on. Thanksgiving night arrived, the hall began, and yet Rodgers had not re­ turned. About 10 o'clock, the voices around the entrance announced his arrival. He seemed almost excited. He explained that he had had difflcul ty In crossing the Salinas and that Q4ve thanks for all your blessings. For lWe, for friends, for homa. For all the Joy behind you And hope for days to coye. OWIng Thanks. "Come," she breathed, and, seizing his hand, led him running through the nearest exit. Half a block down the street they Were before their pur­ suers perceived them. Then shots filled the air. At the corner they made a swift turn and ran directly to the bay. Carmencita jumped into an old boat, Rodgers followed and unmoored it. He seized the oars and made some distance from the shore. The pursuers reached the beach. Some fired wildly, but others boarded a boat and continued after them. It was inevitable that they be taken. Carmencita crept along the boat to his side and put her arms around him. "It was my fault, my sin. Yeu did it for me. I love you. I love you!" The oars were dropped. His arms inclosed her. "Don't let them take us,' she whispered. He sudden­ ly stood erect, with her still in his arms. Then one bound and the waters had closed over their bodies. They never again reached the shores' of Monterey, nor has the sea ever again given up the treasured pearls. When he finishes his story, old Don Antonio always leans back and sighs.' "You see why It Is I do not appre­ ciate the American Thanksgiving. There always returns that picture of the first time we celebrated it." "Did the padres know of the gold fields? Who can tell? it they did, they were wise to withhold the infor­ mation. You see how much harm the desire for gold works." "Is it true? Well, I waB one of the pursutrs."--Katherine A. Chandler In San Francisco Call. the pleasure all the time and the pain none of the time. Poor fellow, there would not be any pleasure If there were no pain. What have you got to be thankful for? Why, you are alive. Is not that something to be thankful for? We are always escaping some danger, and we do not appreciate our safety until laid up in the hospital we have time to think. I knew a man whs met with all sorts of accidents. He was a veritable hoodoo. He broke his leg: "Thank God it was not my neck!" He sprained his ankle: "Glad it wasn't my arm!" He came out of all kinds of scrapes and always gave thanks that he was still alive. By and by he met with an accident that finished him, and as he lay dying he thanked Providence that he was not going to live to age­ less old age. v While gorging on turkey during this period of duly authorized thanksgiv­ ing, think of the overlooked days of thanksgiving and give them a cele­ bration, and if you search yeur meat* cry yon will find there arc many. 1 HAPPV WOMEN Mrs. Pare, wife of 0. B. Pare, a promine n t res Id e n t of Glasgow, Ky., says: "I wa:. suf­ fering from a compli­ cation of kidney trot* bles. B«P sides s. bad back I had a great deal of trouble with the secretions, which were ex­ ceedingly variable, sometimes exces­ sive and at other times scanty. The color was high, and passages were ac­ companied with a scalding sensation. Doan's Kidney Pills soon regulated the kidney secretions, making their color normal and banished the inflam­ mation which caused the scalding sen­ sation. I can rest well, my back Is strong and sound and I feel much bet* ter in every way." & • • • For sale by all dealers, price 60 cents per box. Foster-Milburn Co., buffalo, N. Y. - More Tips About Furs. Muffs of the grannie persuasion wttl be more fashionable than ever, and a large tail hanging out one side is * detail, while^lack velvet rosettes dis­ tinguish not a few of the ermine muffs as well as stoles, which arc finished both with tails and chenille fringe. There are few capes now, but many loose sack coats in mole­ skin, seal, broadtail, chinchilla and. of course, sable, which will certainly be the leading fur among les dames elegantes. Silver fox and white fox boas--flat, long and Showing both head and tail, as last year--are much In evidence, and Russian coats of broadtail with deep detachable full basques finished with lovely embroid­ ery are shown. The California Limited. This train on the Santa Fe road Is limited in number to seven cars- Observation Pullman, two Drawing- room Pullmans, Compartment Pull* man, Through Dining Car, Buffet* Smoking Car and Mail Car. It makes the trip from Chicago to Los Angeles or San Francisco In three days, pass* lng through New Mexico and Arizona --a pleasant route both summer and winter. The Santa Fe publishes a booklet which concisely and fully de­ scribes "The California Limited." Ad> dress Geo. T. Nicholson, P. T. M., A. T. & B. F. Ry., Chicago. Reversible Skirt. An English tailor has Invented a re­ versible skirt for women who travel much and desire to carry as little bag­ gage as possible. The English, who, as a rule, are not particularly good dresser^, have some very excellent ideas for traveling gowns. The re­ versible skirt is made of material plain on one side and checked on the other. It answers the purpose of two skirts, as it can be worn with either surface uppermost. Another English skirt in­ tended for uiouulain wear has but­ tons and an arrangement for turning up the hem while climbing. Less Than 12 Hours to Hot Springs, Ark., Via Iron Mountain Route. The new train which was inaugu­ rated November 8th, leaving'St. Louis 8:20 p. in., and arriving Hot Springs 8 a. in., niajtes the run in less than twelve hours, which beats all previous records between these points. Re­ turning train leaves Hot Springs 7:30 p. m., arriving St. Louis 7:35 a. m. Thoroughly up to date equip­ ment. For tickets and further infor­ mation write any agent of the Iron Mountain Route, or H. C. Townsend, general passenger and ticket agent, St. Louis. An Outdoor Champion. The November Issue, of "Sports Afield" fully sustains that magazine's reputation for really interesting read­ ing matter and bright, newsy gossip for the sportsman guild. The various departments treat of game, news, fish­ ing, natural history, shotgun and rifle, together with spirited editorial com­ ment--all beautifully Illustrated. Holds Ancient Insurance Policy. Charles M. Booth of Englewood, N. J., who has Just celebrated his 100th birthday anniversary, says he Is the oldest holder of a life Insurance policy in the United States. He was iusured in 1843 in a company lust organized and still In existence. Try One Package. If "Defiance Starch" does not please you, return it to your dealer. If It does you get one-third more for the same money. It will give you satisfaction, and will not stick to the iron. A change in duty on sugar In France resulting from the Brussels beet sugar conference reduces the cost of that article to the consumer from 10 to 8 cents a pound. More than 50.000,000 pounds of rlib­ ber, valued at $30,000,000. were Im­ ported into the U uited States last year. Defiance Starch Ts guaranteed' bis* gest and best or money refunded. If ounces, 10 cents. Try It noW. Persistent people begin their suc­ cess where others eud--In failure. The easiest way to prepare a quick break* fast is to uso Mrs. Austin's Pau'caka flour. Spirituous liquors form the chief ex­ port of Germany to her colonies. • DO YOU COUCH D O N T D E L A Y lArtf . < n 'c \Smbm It Cure# Con»ks. Soro Tliraat, Croup, hut*. ea*a, Wkuojiing Cough. BronchiUa and ApUicM. A ciicp for (..pnanmptio* la first slagjM, and a cure raliaf in adraiMect nt^es. Fse at cwio* Y»u w)U m# tho excallrat «Cccl after ttkiag tha Srst d«M. M ky d*al«r* UH tb eata aatl N casta