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___ - ? £>Y \&LE<3 CLARK MUm CQPrfi/GHTf /90€, BYLDTHROP, LC€ &« tlHEPARD CO. SYNOPSIS. Chip McGuire, a 16-year-old girl living At Tim's place in the Maine woods is «old by her father to Pete Bolduc, a half-breed. She runs away and reaches the camp of Martin Frisbie, occupied by Martin, his wife, nephew, Raymond Stet- •an, and guides. She tells her story and Is cared for by Mrs. Frisbie. Journey of Frisbie's party into woods to visit father Of Mrs. Frisbie. an old hermit, who has resided in the wilderness for many years. When eamp'is broken Chip and Ray oc- ..cupy same canoe. The party reach camp Cf Mrs. Frisbie's father and are wel­ comed by him and Cy Walker, an old friend and former townsman of the her­ ein. They settle down for summer'# •tay. Chip and Ray are in love, but no one realizes this but Cy Walker. Strange CRnoe marks found on lake sshore in front Of their cabin. Strange smoke is seen across the lake. Martin and Levi laave for settlement to get officers to arrest McGuire, who Is known as outlaw and escaped murderer. Chip's one woods friend, Toma'n, an Indian, visits camp. Ray believes he sees a bear on the ridge. •Chip is stolen by Pete Bolduc who es­ capes with her in a canoe. Chip Is res­ cued by Martin and Levi as they are re­ turning from the settlement. Bolduc es­ capes. Old Cy proposes to Ray that he remain in the woods with himself and Amzl and trap during the winter, and he concludes to do so. Others of the party return to Greenvale, taking Chip with them. Chip starts to school in Greenvale, and finds life unpleasant at Aunt Com­ forts, made so especially by Hannah. Old Cy and Ray discover strange tracks In the wilderness. They penetrate fur­ ther Into the wilderness and discover the hiding place of the man who had been •heaking about their cabin. They Inves­ tigate the cave home of McGuire during Ills absence. Bolduc finds McGuire and the two fight to the death, finding a •watery grave, together. Ray returns to Oreenvale and finds Chip waiting for him. Ray wants Chip to return"to the woods with them, but she, feeling that the old comradeship with Ray has been broken, refuses. When they part, how­ ever, it is as lovers. CHAPTER XX. For a. few more days Chip lived the life that had now become unbearable, and then the end came. It was has­ tened, perhaps, by Hannah, for that ill-tempered spinster had been ever watchful, and with shrewd insight had seen or guessed all that had trans­ pired. "I s'pose ye know why the Frisbies hurried away so soon after Ray got back," she said to Chip that last day. "If you don't, I can tell ye. It was 'cos they noticed the goin's on 'tween you an' him an' wanted to head it off." Not a word of protest came from the poor child in response to this sneer, and that night she wrote two notes, one to Miss Phinney, the other to Aunt Comfort. Then, making a bundle of the few belongings she could call her own--the beaded moccasins, cap and fur cape old Tomah had given her, and other trifles--she waited until almost midnight and stole out of the house. Where to go, she knew not nor cared --only to leave Greenvale and all the shame, sorrow, and humiliation it held for her, and make her own way in the •world as best she could. The village street was as Bilent as midnight always found it The low murmur of the Mizzy^Falls whispered •down the valley. A half-moon was Just rising, and as Chip reached the hilltop where she had waited for Ray, she halted. From here must be taken the last glance at Greenvale, and as she turned about a sob rose in her heart, in spite of her stern resolve, for ties cannot be sundered easily. And how vivid and life-lasting was that picture! The two long rows of •white houses facing the broad street, the tall-spired church In the middle of them; scattered,dwellings to the right and left; away to one side the little brown schoolhouse that had been her Mecca; the stream tha,t wound through the broad meadows; and over ail the faint sfreen of the rising moon. Only for a moment she paused for this good-by look, then turned and ran. On and on she sped mile after mile, up hill, down hill, halting now and then for breath until a cross-road was reached, and here she stopped. Here also came the question of direction. To follow the main road was to reach Riverton, between which and Green vale the stage journeyed. To go there meant being recognized perhaps. In tier study of geography, she had found that the village which was her birth place lay northeast from Greenvale. She meant sometime and somehow to reach that spot and visit her mother's grave once more, and also, if possible, to send word to Old Tomah. From now on the road befcame nar­ row. Miles elapsed between houses, and Chip, wearied and heavy-eyed, could only creep along. The way be­ came more devious now, bending around a wooded hill and then cross­ ing a wide swamp to enter a Btretch of forest. Direction -became lost in these turnings, the road grew billy and less traveled. The moon scarce showed it; and Chip, almost exhaust­ ed, stumbled over stones and felt that she was becoming losj; in an unset­ tled country. And then, just as she emerged from a thicket and ascended a low hill, the light of coming dawn faced her, and with it the need of sleep and concealment. Full well she knew she must avoid all observing eyes and place many more miles between herself and Green­ vale to be certain of escape. And then, as the daylight increased, she caught sight of an old, almost ruined dwelling half hid among bushes just ahead. Even if empty, as it appeared, it would serve for shelter, and finding it so, she crept in, so wearied that she (ell asleep at once on the warped and mouldy floor. It was only a brief nap, for soon the rattle of a passing farm wagon woke her, but refreshed somewhat by it, she again pushed on. Soon a brook, singing cheerfully as it tumbled down a ledge, was reached, and here Chip bathed her face and hands and drank of the sweet, cool water. Hunger also asserted itself, but that did not daunt her. She had faced it once before. Then something of a plan as to her future movements began to sh*pe it­ self in her nai^d, following which came an increased courage and self- reUaooe. Not a cent did she now pos­ sess. Food she could not have until she had made good her escape and could earn it somewhere. But the sun was shining, the birds were singing, her young, supple body was strong, life and the world were ahead; and, best of all, never again would she have to feel herself a de­ pendent upon any one. With these blessings, scant to most of us, hardened as she had been by servitude at Tim's Place, came a cer­ tain buoyancy of spirit and defiance of all things huipan. No wild beasts were here to menace, no spites to creep and crawl along fence or hedgerow, no hideous half- breed to pursue, and as she counted her blessings, while her spirits rose, a new life and new hope came to her. And now another feeling came--the &artainty that she had come so far that no one would recognize her. At first that morning, when she heard a team coming or overtaking her, she had hidden by the roadside until it passed. When a house was sighted ahead, she made a wide detour in the fields to avoid it. Now this sense of caution vanished, and she strode on fearless and confident. When night came again she crept into an unused sheep barn, and when daylight wakened her, she hurried on once more. All that second day she plodded on that same patient up-hill, down-dale journey, never halting except to pick a few berries, or where a brook crossed the road to obtain a handful of water­ cress or some sweet-flag buds. Now and then villages were passed, again it was country sparsely settled, she said. "I'm sore of finding a house to-morrow.** And now, as if this moment marked the turning point of her fortunes, from far down the hill she had climbed came the faint creak, creak, and jolting sound of an ascending wagon. Slowly it neared, until just at the hilltop where Chip sat, the tired horse haltpd. and its driver saw her rise almost beside the wagon. "Mister," she said, "I'm nearly tuckered out and 'bout starved. Won't you please give me a lift an' a chance to earn my Tittles for a day Br two?" The man gave a low whistle. "Why sartin, sartln," he answered in a moment, "but who be ye? I thought for a minute ye was a sperlt. Git up here," he added, without wait­ ing for a reply and moving to make room. Then as Chip obeyed, he chir­ ruped to his horse and down the hill they rattled. "Who might be ye, girlie, an' whar'd- ye come from?" he asked again, as they came to another ascent and the horse walked. "My name's Vera, Vera--Raymond," answered Chip, "an' I ran away from where I was livin'," "That's curis," answered the old man, glancing at her; "whar'd ye run away from, some poor farm?" "No, sir," replied Chip, almost de­ fiantly, "but I guess I was a sort o* pauper. I was livin' with folks that fetched me out o' the woods an' was schoolln' me, and I couldn't stand it, so I run away. I don't want to tell where they be, or where I came from either," she added in a moment, "for I don't want them ever to find me." "Wal, that's a proper sort o' feelin'," responded the man, still looking at his passenger, "an' I don't mind. I live down beyond here in what's called the Holler. Somebody called it Peace­ ful Valley once. We'll take keer o' ye to-night 'n' to-morrer we'll see what'a best to be done. I guess ye need a hum 'bout ez bad ez a body kin, anyway." And so Chip McGuire, waif of the wilderness and erstwhile protege of a philanthropic woman, as Vera Ray­ mond found another home, and began still another life with this old farmer, Judson Walker, and his wife Mandy. But a, sorrow deeper far than Chip ever realized fell upon Aunt Comfort when her brimming eyes read her note the morning after her flight. Dear Aunt Comfort: I cam't stand Hannah or being a pau­ per any longer. She as good as told me I wanted your money and I never thought of it. She said I wasn't good enough for Ray. either, and that was the reason Mrs. Frisbie took him i\way so soon. I know I ain't good for notnln' nor nobody, but I didn't ask to be fetched here and I am going away, never, never, never to come back. If ever I can, I will pay you and Mrs. Frisbie Jor all I've eat and had. Good-bye forever, CHIP. Watched 'Her Second Old Cy Pul i iny Trout f rom Each Pool and Cascade. where farm-houses were wide apart, and when this day was waning, even these had vanished and she found her- self in almost a wilderness once more. Hills now met her already weary feet; they seemed never ending, for as the crown of one was reached, another met her eyes. The roadway also be­ came badly gullied, always stony, with grass growing in the hollows. By now she was faint and dizzy from two days' fasting, and so footsore that she could scarce limp along. So far her defiant pride had kept her from begging food, but now that was weak­ ening, and at the next house she would have asked a morsel. But no next house came. Only the same scrub growth along the wayside with now and then a patch of forest, with never a fence even, to Indicate human ownership. The sun had now vanished. Already the stretches of forest were shadowy, and as Chip reached the apex of an<- other long hill, beyond and far below she could see another darkened valley. Night seemed creeping up from it to meet her. Not a house, not even a fence or recent clearing--only the un­ ending tangle of green growth and this dark vale beyond. "I guess I'll starve 'fore I ftnd an­ ther house," poor Chip muttered, and then as the utter desolation of her sit­ uation and surroundings were realized for a moment, her defiant courage gave way. For two days and half a night she had plodded on without food and with scarce a moment's rest. Her feet were blistered, her eyes smarted from sun and dust, her head swam. She was miles away from any human habita­ tion, footsore, weary and despondent, with night enclosing her--a homeless waif, still clinging to the small bundle that contained her alL "1 ain't so bad off as I was thea," CHAPTER XXI. When the sun rose again and Chip awoke, she scarce knew where she was. Outside, and almost reaching the one window of her little room, was the top of an apple tree in full bloom. Be­ low she could bear ducks quacking, now and then a barnyard monarch's defiant crow, from farther away came the rippling sound of running water, and as she lay and listened to the medley, a robin lit on the treetop not ten feet away and chirped as he peered Into her window. A scent of lavender mingled with apple blossoms became noticeable; then the few and very old- fashioned fittings of the room,--a chest of drawers with little brass handles, over it a narrow mirror with gilt frame, two wood-seated chairs painted blue,and white muslin curtains draped away from the window. And now, conscious that she was in some strange place, back In an Instant came the three days of her long, weary tramp, the nights when she had slept in a sheep barn and in a deserted dwelling, and at last, faint, footsore, and almost hopeless, she had been res­ cued from another night with only the sky for a roof. Then the quaint old man, so much like Old Cy, whom she had accosted, the rattling, bumping ride down into this valley, and the halt where a cheery light beamed its welcome and a motherly woman made it real. It was all so unexpected, so satisfy­ ing, so protective of herself, that Chip could hardiy realize how it had come about. No questions had been asked of her here. These two quaint old people had taken her as she was--dusty, dirty and travel-worn. She had bathed and been helped to an ample meal and shown to this sweet-smelling room as tf she had been their own daughter. "They must be awful kind sort o' people," Chip thought, and then creep­ ing out of bed she dressed, and taking her stockings and sadly worn shoes in hand softly descended the stairs. No one seemed astir anywhere. The ticking of a tall clock in the sitting room was the only sound, the back door was wide open, and out of this Chip passed, and seating herself on a bench, began putting on stockings and shoes. This was scarce done ere she heard a step and saw the old man emerge from the same door. "Wal, Pattycake, how air ye?" he asked, smiling. "I heerd ye creepin' downstairs like a mouse, but I was up, 'n' 'bout dressed. Hope ye slept well It's Sunday," he added, without wait­ ing for a reply, "an' we don't git up quite so arly ez usual. Ye can help Mandy 'bout breakfast now, if ye like, 'n' I'll do the milkin'." And this marked the entry of Chip into the new home, and outlined her duties. No more questions were asked of her. She was taken at her own valuation--a needy girl, willing to work for her board, insisting on it, and yet, in a few days, so hospitable were these people and so winsome was Chip, that she stepped into their af­ fection, as it were, almost without effort. "I don't think we best quiz her much," Uncle Jud (as he was known) said to his wife that first night. "I found her on the top o' Bangall hill, where she riz up like a ghost. She 'lowed she run away from somewhar, but where 'twas, she didn't want to tell. My 'pinion is thar's a love 'fair at the bottom on't all; but whether it's so or not, it ain't none o' our business, She needs a home, sartin sure. She says she means to airn her keep, which is the right sperit, an' long as she mind&^is, she kin have it." That Chip "aimed her keep" and something more was soon evinced, for in two weeks it was "Aunt Mandy" and "Uncle Jud" from her, £nd "Patty" or "Pattycake," the nickname given hefr that first morning from them. More than that, so rapidly had she won her way here that by now Uncle Jud had visited the Rlggsville store, some four miles doWn this valley, and materials for two dresses, new shoes, a broad sun hat, and other much-need­ ed clothing were bought for Chip. Neither was it all one-sided, for these people, well-to-do in their iso­ lated home, were also quite alone. Their two boys had grown up, gone away and married, and had homes of their own, and the company of a bright and winsome girl like Chip was needed in this home. Her adoption and acceptance of it were like a small stream flowing into a larger one, for the reason that these people were almost primitive in loca­ tion and custom. "We don't go to meetin' Sundays," Uncle Jud had explained that first day after breakfast. "We're sorter heath en, I s'pose; but then ag'in, thar ain't no chance. Thar used to be meetin's down to the Corners, 'n' a parson; but he only got four hundred a year, an' hard work to collect that, 'n' so he gin the job up. Since then the meetin'- house has kinder gone to pieces, 'n' the Corner folks use it now for storin' tools. We obsarve Sundays here by beln' sorter lazy, 'n' I go fishin' some or pickin' berries." And then Uncle Jud was so much like Old Cy in ways and speech that her heart was won. And besides these blessings, the old farm house, hidden away between two ranges of wooded hills, seemed so out of the world and so secure from observation that she felt that no one from Greenvale ever could or would discover her. She had meant to hide herself from all who knew her, had changed her name for that purpose, and here and now it was accomplished. That first Sunday, also, became a halcyon one for her, after chores, in the performance of which Chip made herself useful. Uncle Jed took his fish; pole, and giving her the basket to carry, led the way to the brook, and for four bright sunny hours, Chip knew not the lapse of time while she watched the leaping, laughing stream, and her second Old Cy pulled trout from each pool and cascade. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Freak Satuary To Order. Sculptor Tells of Queer Orders Given Him by His Patrons. A sculptor was talking about freak statuary. "I turn out a lot of it," he said. "Not that I like to. I have to. So many of our millionaires have un­ couth tastes. I made last fall portrait busts of a western millionaire and his wife. The wife wears spectacles, and nothing would do but I must put spec­ tacles on her bust. I argued, but in vain. That bust stands in the million­ aire's spacious library to-day and spec­ tacles rest on its nose. I did last month a 'bust in colors, a bust of a young girl. The marble hair I glided, the marble eyes I painted blue, and the marble lips and cheeks I flecked with red. A hideous thing, yet the family was immensely pleased. The freakiest of my freak statues stands in a Boston garden. It Ls the statue of the owner's grandfather, an old Presbyterian divine. The aged man stands in the center of a bed of jon­ quils, and out of thet top of his plug hat a jet of water spurts, falling into a marble basin that he holds in his hands, a basin wherein swim half a dozen goldfish. The idea of treating one's grandfather like that!" You may know a man's power when y<H» know the things that provoke him. j&k e. T?. Mr. William A. Radford will answer questions and give advice FREE OF COST on all subjects pertaining to the subject of building for the readers of this paper. On account of his wide expe­ rience as Editor, Author and Manufac­ turer, he is, without doubt, the highest authority On all these subjects. Address all Inquiries to William A. Radford, No. 194 Fifth Ave., Chicago, 111., and only enclose two-cent stamp for reply. A neat little affair, just big enough for two, may be built on this plan for about $900, and it is well worth the money. Very small houses nowadays must have bathrooms. People are cleaner than tljey used to be, and I be­ lieve they are getting more particular all the time. At any rate I notice that houses without improvements go a- begging, while modern conveniences will sell or rent a house even wheh the location is not especially desira­ ble. , - Hot running water in a house has come to be a necessity, but it is also a luxury; something more we have to thank science for that our great-grand­ parents knew nothing about. Thirty years ago houses supplied with hot water were known only to the rich, but now anyone who has ambition enough to want to be clean may have hot running water and a porcelain l>ath to turn it into. The porcelain bathtub also is a recent invention. As late as ten years ago a zinc-lined wooden box was considered desirable $nd sufficiently up-to-date, but now all MTOR architects to turn back about a hun­ dred years to first principles and rein­ state the combination dining room and kitchen. This plan as drawn does not provide for a cellar, but there is no objection to having a good cellar put under this little house at any time, for the house ls well worth it. The little front vestibule should bo furnished with a good-sized hat rack. There is room for it on the side oppo­ site the front stair and it will be found very useful for hanging overcoats. There should be an underneath part to hold extra articles of clothing, such as overshoes, leggings, gloves and a whole lot of things that you haven'1, room for in a little house like this, unless you provide something of this kind. There are many ways to manage in close quarters that people living in large houses never think about. One of the first lessons to learn is that you do not need as much as your neigh bors have got in their large houses. j A WELL MAN, AT 91. I The Interesting Experience of an Oltf Settler of Virginia. Daniel S. Queen, Burrell Street, Salem, Va., says: "Years ago while l i f t i n g a h e a v y weight a sudden pain, shot through my back and after that I ^ was In con­ stant misery from kidney trouble. One spell kept, me In bed six weeks. My arms and legs were stiff and I was helpless as a child. The urine was discolored and though I used one remedy after another, I waa not helped until. I used Doan's Kidney Pills, and I was so bad then that the first box made only a slight change. To-day, however, I am a well man, at SI. and I owe my life and health to the use of Doan's Kidney Pills." Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box Foster-Milburn Co., BuffUo. N. Y, H E R SUSPICION. DROPPED IN TO SEE SPEAKER. Little Orie's Visit Temporarily Stopped Legislative Wheels. The official business of thfe speaker of the house of representatives was suspended for 15 minutes recently, and anxious statesmen had to cool their heels in the hall while "Uncle B 3 • "Does your husband ever admit that he was wrong?" "Yes, frequently, but I don't suppose he ever really believes It." PUBLIC LAND OPENING. The state of Wyoming will shortly throw open for settlement under the provisions of the Carey Act of Con­ gress 245,000 acres of irrigated Gov­ ernment land in the Big Horn Basin. This affords an opportunity to se? cure an irrigated farm at low cost and on easy payments. The drawing will be held on May 12th. A report containing illustrations, maps, plats and full information has been published by the Irrigation De­ partment, 40o Home Insurance Build­ ing, Chicago. Anyone interested may obtain a free copy by applying to the Department. bathroom furniture must be of porce­ lain or porcelain-lined, as hard and smooth as glass, so they may be easily cleaned. Recent Improvements in plumbing supplies have reduced the cost of hot and cold water fittings in houses by cutting off corners in different direc­ tions. All fittings and connections are now cut by machinery to standard sizes, and attachments to washstands, closets and bathtubs are manufac­ tured by the million, so that the only thing necessary is to put in the proper washers to prevent leaks and to screw them fast and connect with the water supply and the sewer. It makes the plumber's job an easy one and quickly done. The kitchen In this little plan Is made large, because it Is also the din­ ing room. A hundred years ago the very best Americans were not too proud to cook and eat in the same room, but lumber was cheap and the next generation found out how to build larger houses. Some of the women killed themselves taking care of them, but while they lived they had oeortocvn B-H A//-0 a different room for several social functions and after they died they didn't need them. The large house habit has followed down pretty well to the present time, but a change is com­ ing in our kitchen arrangements and the gas range is largely responsible for it. There is very little heat from a gas stove and some of the better ones are very nicely designed with high ovens and warm cupboards. When women commenced to cook with gas they were afraid of It and they never could keep things hot until ready to serve, and these were two very serious objections, but these troubles have been righted by degrees until the gas stove now has more friends than the upright piano.- With a neat two-story gas range in a good kitchen like this a small family can manage very nicely without a dining room. They can imagine themselves living in the last century if they want to, but the fact is a good many houses are being built at the preesnt time in which the cooking and eating must be done in one and the same room. This also ^elps to solve the cottage or bungalow' question. A great many city women are accustomed to living In flats. They have learned to like the plan of having all the rooms on one floor. It saves climbing up and down stairs, but the difficulty has always been to get rooms enough. You can­ not spread out very far in a flat and you cannot spread a cottage house very wide without running into con­ siderable expense. This is what led Joe" entertained little Miss Pauline Doutbitt, eight years old, of Spring­ field, 111. The speaker was busy at his desk about two o'clock in the afternoon, and Neyle, the messenger, w8£s asleep at the switch when the door of "Uncle Joe's" private sanctum opened and a petite young lady entered the room. Dignified and important law­ makers have to send In their cards, but Miss Pauline did not observe that formality. Mr. Cannon looked up in astonishment. "Are you Uncle Joe?" asked the little girl. "That's what some of the boys call me," said the speaker. "Well," continued Miss Pauline, "I want to see you--I want to see what you look like. My mamma and papa would not bring me down here, so I fooled them and ran away. I am from Spriiigfield." "Great goodness, child, you did not come all the way from Illinois to see me, did you? Why, your daddy will be scared to death If you have run away from home." "Oh, they are at the Raleigh hotel. I will get back by the time they miss me. I just could not help com­ ing to see you." Speaker Cannon blushed and looked as pleased as a boy with a new sled. He put Miss Pauline in the chair of honor and found her as bright and sharp as a pin. She told him she wanted him to be president, and talked politics like a real congress man. "By jingo," exclaimed the speaker, "you the the brightest little girl I ever say. Busby, hand me one of my pho­ tographs--one of the big ones." And then the speaker wrote at the bot­ tom of the picture: "From 'Uncle Joe' to his Valentine." Miss Pauline tied up the transaction of business for a quarter of an hour and the committee on rules had to wait. Then a messenger escorted her back to the hotel.--Boston Herald. A Little Too Soon. Sam Jackson's wife was to be buried this afternoon and the bereaved col* ored man was shaking with grief over i the coffin, when a comely young i darkey maiden stepped over to bis ! side and said, tenderly: j "Don't, Mistah Jackson; yo' mus* try an' bear up. Let me help yo' to fo'get!" "Oh, Miss Johnson!" uttered the weeping man, between sobs, "It am berry kind in yo't' offah such consola­ tion, but ah mus' wait till aftah de fun'ral befo' ah engages in marriage talk!"--Illustrated Sunday Magazine. A Promising Fruit. The persimmon has been a neglect­ ed fruit in the northern states, from a suppositibn that it is not hardy, says the Agriculturist. I found the opposite to be true some CO years ago, and have a tree at Clinton, N. Y., grown from Missouri seed, that never shows the slightest sign of disliking zero weather. It has stood 40 degrees be­ low zero. Blossoming profusely every year, it remained entirely barren. I sent to the horticultural societies of Missouri and Indiana and Virginia for scions. That grand old worker, Mr. Miller of Missouri, sent me four named varieties. The scions took admirably well, and I have tested the four sorts, ripening from September until Decem­ ber. My tree is invariably loaded with golden balls, which are very beautiful after the foliage falls. The fruit is exceedingly palatable, if properly ripened. Cynical Rumination. "Buying atmarriage license," says the Philosopher of Folly, "is ilke getting a set of de Luxe French books from an agent. You only pay one dollar down, and it seems cheap. But you go on paying big installments the rest of your life." Recipe for Happiness. Mental and emotionaJ culture are as valuable as physical culture. Train you mind to think, your heart to re­ spond, and your body to keep in health, all under self-control that makes the self least Important REDUCED COLONIST RATES. • One-way tickets at special low rates on sale daily throughout March and April, from all points on The North Western Line to San Francisco, Los Angeles, Portland and Puget Sound points. Daily and Personally conducted tours in tourist sleeping cars via the Chicago, Union Pacific & North West­ ern Line. Double berth only $7.00 through from Chicago. For full par­ ticulars write S. A., Hutchison, Man­ ager, Tourist Dept, 212 Clark St, Chi­ cago, III., or address nearest ticket agent Lesson In Music. Little Marion's music teacher, while endeavoring to make plain to her the different note values, used an apple aa an illustration. Cutting it in two, Marion announced: "Those pieces are halves." On bisecting the halves, she replied "Quarters," but when it came to dividing one quarter to bring out the idea of eighths, here was the wise response: "That's a bite!" The Editor of the Rural New Yorker, than whom there is no 'better Potato Ex­ pert in the country says: "Salzer's Earli­ est Potato is the earliest of 38 earliest sorts. tried by me, yielding 464 bu. per acre. Salzer's Early Wisconsin yielded for the Rural New Yorker 736 bu. per acre. See Salzer's catalog about them. 4 JUST SEND 10c IN STAMPS and this notice to the John A. Salser Seed Co., La Crosse, Wis., and they will mail you the only original seed catalog published in America with samples of Emperor William Oats, Silver King Bar­ ley, Billion Dollar Grass which produces li tons per acre. Sainfoin, the dry soil luxuriator, etc., etc., etc. And if you send 14c we will add a pack­ age of new farm seeds never before ̂ eca by you. K. & W. Diplomacy. "Why do you make a practice of predicting bad weather?" "It's the safest plan," answered the professional prophet. "If the bad weather prediction comes true, people have to admit I am right, and if the weather is pleasant they feel too good- natured to care whether 1 was right or wrong." There I* more Catarrh In t!)!s section of tti? COHOtty than a;. >ther diseases put together, mul uiu',1 the lan few yeam was supposed to be lucurabl*. For * giwt many ve»r» d>ct< ts pronounced It a local disease and prescribed local remedies. and by o>u?utut:y failing to cure with local treatment, pronounced It incurable. Science has proven Catarrh tu b« a constitutional dk> ease, and therefore required constitutional treating*. Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J.CheMjf & Co.. Toledo. Obfo, U the only Constitutional curuoa the market. It Is taken Internally In doses from 10 drop* to a teasp.>.'uful. It acta directly ou the Moo4 and mucous surfaces of the system. They off#ruN huad.nl dollars for any case'U fall* to cure. 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