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i^rRCHcmc&ismMjs.. AUTHOR OF "ME ̂ JROLLEFWRIIFIDFR v f f?ojrnc.' ZtoDSTMa*IONS DY^y^tV/l^TsRS «m nr w SYNOPSI®. 'fcentftepe* Kllm, daughter orthe S+tera- f of the Mount, ha» chance encounter a peasant boy. The "Mount," a small -bound Island, stood in vut bay on northwestern coast of France, and ngr the time of Louis XVI. wag a gov- ient stronghold. Develops that the mt boy was the son of Seljrneur De-r ,urac, nobleman. Young Desaurac deter­ mines to secure an education and become * pentleman; sees the governor's daugh­ ter depart for Paris. Lady Elise returns after seven years' schooling, and enter- Her Ladyship dances v ' tains many nobles vlth strange fisherman, and a call to ^ vc'.v arms is made in an effort to capture a vj&lS-;--' mysterious Le Selgfneur Noir. He escapes. Lady Elise Is caught in the "Grand" tide. •W'fe: .Trie Black S€-!«n6ur rescues and taken her to his retr«afc. Bllse diRcovers that her savior was the boy with the fish. Sanchez, the Seigneur's servant. Is ar- *P^V': : rested and brought before the governor. K CHAPTER XI.--(Continued.) • suggestion of color swept her tSoe. though she answered at onoe "without hesitation: "To the Black Seigneur." The slight form of the Governor Stirred as to the shock of a battery. "There is no harm in telling now," hurriedly she went on. "He saved me from the 'grand* tide--for I was on Saladin's back when he bolted and ran. I had not dismounted, though I allowed you to infer so, and he had , carried me almost to the island of fe" : Casque when we heard and saw the IKV . water coming in. The nearest place was the island--not the point of the mainland, as I felt obliged to lead you . to think, and we Btarted for it; we ,, might have reached the cove, had not. Pftm Saladjn stumbled and thrown me. The last I remembered the water came rushing around, and when I awoke, I Spft was in a watch-tower, with him--the ;;>f Black Seigneur!" The Governor tooM ff did |£SK- not speak. % Is: ? ***--1 £t first did not know who he p. *M--not until this man came--and ' |> the priest! And when he, the Black >, Seigneur, saw I had learned the truth, pi • • ? he asked me to promise--not for him- ,self--but because of this man!--to ^ say nothing of having met him there, y -V or the others! And I did promise, and : I;'--he sent me back--and that is all--" "All!" Did the Governor speak the word? He sat a* if he had hardly 5 - comprehended; a deeper flush dyed Ih^I 'lier cheek. ^ " ' • "You--can not blame me--after " what he did. He saved me--saved my life. Tou are glad of that, mon pere, are you not? And it must have been hard doing it, for his clothes were torn, and his hands were bleeding--he can't be all bad, mon pere! He knew who I was, yet trusted me--trusted!" The Governor looked at her; touched a bell; the full-toned bote vi­ brated far and near. "What are you going to do?" Some­ thing in his face held her. Again the tones startled the still* ; MM. "Remember ft is I who am re­ sponsible for--" "Your Excellency?" Across the v court appeared Beppo, moving qulck- ' ly toward them. "Your ExcelleiicyT* "One moment!" The servant Btepped f back; the Governor looked first at the - girt; then toward the entrance of the cloister. "You want me to goT" ' Hjrfr Voloe { -was low; strained;, in it, too, was a „ hard, rebellious accent. "But I cant-- cant--until--" -< "What?" "You promise to set him'free! This man who brought me back! Don't you eee you must, inon pere? * Must!" she repeated. His thin lips drew back dlsagree- aMy; he seemed about to speak; then reached among the papers and turned them over absently. "Very well!" he 1 >•'$' ; said at length without glancing up. ; "You promise" J^er . voice expressed |||f Telief and a little surprise, 'to set him free?" V AHave I not said so?" His eyelids veiled a peculiar look. "Yes, he shall be liberated--very shortly." » "Thank you, mon pere." A moment she bent over him; the proud, sweet lips brushed his forehead. "I will go, : then, at once." And she started toward -the door. Near the threshold she paused; looked back to smile grate- fully at the Oovernor, then quickly |l;', > "went out -m'- ,">i* r~>v* igfry jjy Mi CHAPTER XII. / . At the Cockles. A rugged mass of granite, rent by fissures, and surrounded by rocks and whirlpools, the Norman English isle, so-called "Key to the Channel," one , hundred miles or more northwest of "'the Mount, had from time immemorial offered haven to ships out of the pale fe. of French ports. Not only a haven, |K"P. - but a home, or that next-best accom- modatlon, an excellent Inn. Perciyed "la a little clerical nigumentt" fowled the poet, ? • .< .• ; She glanced toward (He secluded apftrti«eiit: its occupants--the subject of their conversation, and a priest, a feeble-looking man of about seventy, whose delicate, sad face shone white and out-of-kefeplng in that adventure­ some company. ,"At any rate, the Black Seigneur hasn't lost his good looks!" toioft Joss care ytm , "Take heart!" "Bah!" .tier your strong bold eyes |wept hack. "Much mmj, l£ do w'" ' • -- tT In the hollow of the mighty cliff and reached by a flight of somewhat peril­ ous stairs, the Cockles, for so the ancient tavern was called, set square­ ly toward the sea, and opened wide its shell, as it were, to all waifs or stormy petrels blown in from the foamy deep. Good men, bad men; Republicans, royal lets; French-English, English- French, the landlord--old Pierre La­ roche, retired sea-captain and owner of a number of craft employed in a dangerous, but profitable, occupatioa-"- received them willingly, and in his solicitude for their creature comforts and the subsequent reckoning, cared not a jot for their politics, morals, or social views. It was enough if the visitor had no lenten capacity; looked the fleshpots in (he faoe and drank of his bottle freely. The past few days the character of old Pierre's guests had left some room for complaint on that score. But a small number of the crew of the swift-looking vessel, well-known to the Islanders, and now tossing in the sesrnook below, had, shortly after their arrival toward dusk of a stormy day, repaired to the inn, and then they had not called for their brandy or wine in the smart manner of seamen prepared for unstinted sacrifice to Bacchus. On the contrary, they drank quietly, talked soberly, and soon pre­ pared to leave. "Something has surely gone-wrong,*' thought their host. "Why did not your captain come ashore?" he asked. "Not see his old friend, Pierre Laroche, at once! It is most unlike him." And on the morrow, the islanders, or English-French, more or less pri- vateersmen themselves, were equally curious. Where had the ship come from? Where was it going? And how many tons of wine, bales of silk and packages to tobacco, or "ptum," as the weed was called, had It cap­ tured? Old Pierre would soon find out, for early that day, despite the In­ clemency of the weather, he came down to the beach, and, followed by 4 servitor, got into a small "bost moored close to the shore. "He is going aboard!" "Who has a better right? His own vessel!" "No; Andre 'Desaurac--the Black Seigneur's! They say he long ago paid for it from prizes wrested from the Governor of the Mount." "At any rate, old Pierre entered into a bargain to build the boat for him--" "And added to his wealth by the transaction." Later that morning the old man came ashore, but, according to habit, preserved a Bhrewd silence; in the afternoon a small number of the crew landed to take on stores and ammunition--of which there was ever a plentiful supply at this base; that night, however, all, Including their master, betook themselves to t^e Cockles. "Glad to see you ashore, mon capl- tainer' Pierre Laroche, standing at the door, just beyond reach of the fierce driving rain, welcomed the Black Seigneur warmly; but the young man, one of whose arms seemed bound and useless, cut short his greeting; tossed bruskly aside his heavy cloak, and called for a room where he might sit in private with a companion. This person the landlord eyed askance; nevertheless, with a show of bluff heartiness, he led the way to a small chamber, somewhat apart, but overlooking the long low apartment, the general eating and drinking place of th$ establishment, now filled by the crew and a number of the islanders. "Your capitalne has beep hurt? How?" A strapping, handsome girl, clad in red and of assured mien, pass* ing across the room, paused to ad­ dress a man of prodigious girth, who drank with much gusto from a hu^e vessel at his elbow. "Did not your father, Pierre La­ roche, tell you?" "He? No? all he thinks of lg the money." "Then must le capitalne speak for himself. Mistress Nanette." "You are not very polite, Monsieur Gabarie," she returned, tossing her head; "but I suppose there is a rea­ son; you have been beaten. In an en­ counter with the Governor's ships? Did you sink any of them? It would be good news for us Islanders." "You islanders!" derisively. "Yes, islanders!" she answered de­ fiantly. "But tell me; a number of you Wear patches, which make you look very ugly. They were acquired-- how?" "And for that reason-;" . , " Messieurs 1" the landlord*! voice broke in upon them; "behold!" It seemed to say, as pushing through the company, he preceded a lanky lad who bore by their legs many plucked fowls and birds--woodcock, wild duck, cliff pigeons--and made his way to the great open fireplace at one end of the room. There, bending over the glowing embers, the landlord delib­ erately stirred and spread them; then, reaching for a bar of steel, he selected a poulet from the hand of the lanky attendant and prepared t.o adjust it; but before doing so, prodded it with his finger, surveyed it critically, and held It up for admiring attention. "Who says old Pierre Laroche doesn't know how to care for his friends? What think you of it, my masters?" "Plump as the King's confessor," muttered the poet. "Or your King himself!" said Ons of the Islanders. "On with the King! Skewer the King!" exclaimed a fierce voloe. "And then we'll eat him!" laughed the girl, showing her white teeth. "Thoughtless children!" From his plaoe at the table in the small room adjoining, the priest, attracted by the grim merriment of the Islanders, looked down to regard them; the red fire; the red^gown. "Here, at leas't, will you find a safe asylum. Father," said his companion, the Black Seigneur, In an absent tone; "a little rough, perhaps, to suit your calling--" "The rougher, the more suitable-- as I've often had occasion to learn since leaving Verranch." "Since being driven from It, you mean!" shortly. "Ah, those revolutionary documents --placed In my garden!" "To make you appear--you. Father! "And then," the young man, who had seemed absorbed in other thoughts, hardly listening, looked me­ chanically up, "you came back?'* "A weakness of age! To see the old place onoe mors! The little church; God's acre at its side; to stand on the hill at Verranch and look out a last time .over the beautiful vale toward the Mount!" Briefly he paused. "Yet 1 am glad I yielded to the temptation; otherwise should I not have met your old servant, San­ chez; who told me AH--how you had long been looking for me, and ar­ ranged our meeting for thai day-^-oS the island of Casque!" "But not," the young man's de­ meanor at once became Intent { bis eyes gleamed with sudden fierce lights, "for what followed.!" The priest sighed. "Shalt • I ever forget It? The terrible night, the troop-ship, the killed and wounded. And th"e poor fellows taken prison­ ers! I can not but think of thein, and their fate. What will It be?" The other did not answer; only im­ patiently moved his injured arm and, regarding him, the down-turned, dark countenance, the knit brows, quickly the priest changed the subject of con­ versation. ~ In the large room some one began to play, and before the fire, where now the birds were turning and the serving-lad, with a long spoon was basting, the dark-browed girl started to dance. At the side of the hearth old Pierre smoked stolidly, gazed at the coals, and dreamed--perhaps of the past, and dangers he had himself encountered, or of the present, and hlB ships scattered--wtere?--on profit­ able, If precarious errands. Somberly, in no freer mood than on the occasion of their first visit to the inn, the crew looked on; but a tall, savage-appear­ ing islander soon matched her step; a second took his -plaoe; from one partner to another she parsed--wild, reckless men whose touch she did not shun; yet it might have been no­ ticed her eyes turned often, through wreaths of smoke, mist-like In the glare and glimmer of dips and torches, toward the Black Seigneur, Why--her gaze seemed to say--did he not join them, instead of sitting there with a priest? She whirled to the threshold; her flushed face looked in. "Are you saying a mass for the souls of your men who were cap­ tured?" "I see," he returned quietly, -"you have been gossiping." ft V! £ ij 6? **BZuch you cam far air Magnet" .she retorted. . . "Nor "No!" she returned mockingly, whsn above the din of voices, the crackliu* of the fire, and the wild moaning of the wind In the chimney, a low, but distinct and prolonged call was heard --from somewhere without, below. "What is that?" Quickly Nanette turned; superstitious, after the fashion of most of her people, a little of the color left her cheek. Again was it wafted to them, nearer, plainer! "The voioes of dead men from the sea!" "Mere like eosis on the stepE who would like to get in--some fisher­ man who has just got to shore!" said Old Pierre Laroche, waking;, up and emptying his pipe. 'Throw open tne door. The stones ar? slippery--the night dark--" : • One of the crew obeyed, and, as the wind entered sharply, and the lights flickered and grew dim, there half staggered, half rushed from the gloom, the figure of a man, wild, wet, whose clothes were torn and whose face was freshly cut and marked with many livid signs of violence. "Sanchez!" From his place the Black Seigneur rose. The others looked around wonder- ingly; some with rough pity. •'What's the matter, man?" said one. "You look as if you had had a bad fall." "Fall!" Standing in the center of the room, where he had come to a sudden stop, the man gased, bewil­ dered, resentful, about him; then above the circle of questioning faces, his uncertain look lifted; caught and remained fixed on that of the Black Seigneur. "Fall?" he repeated, articu­ lating with difficulty. "No! I had-- no fall--but I will speak--with my master--alone!" The Landlord Osllbsntsly Stirred and Spread ThSfiW But the --a sanguinary character!" other's laugh rang false. "Alas, such wickedness! But I was too content; the ro«so-covered cottage too comfortable; its garden, an Eden! It was more meet I should be driven forth; go out into the highways, where I found--such misery! I reproached mfrself I had not sought It sooner-- voluntarily. From north to south peasants dying, women and children starving, no one to administer the last rites--on every side, work, work for the outcast priest! For ten years it has occupied him--a blessed privi­ lege--" His Theories on Weather Alflsrnon Explains What May te •*- j;, pected After the Esrth Gets. 'i'rN "HetUp." -"to' epya' 'spec' no stsndln' wityar; . sah." said Algernon, as Mr. Topfloor came in drenched after an experience 3.1'yVj . with the weather the other evenlog. **till a'er de full moon in May." jA v! "8o it seems." replied Mr. ^opfloor ' as dryly ss he could under the circum- 1 stances. "Wile de's all des flyin' clouds "round", der*s li'ble to be win' an' rain. ' sah. Sometime de win' git behin' a bunch ob dem clouds an' blow 'em all , ovah. an' ei'der dey tu'ns to rain, or else it jes' win'. But aTer de full moon in May die y&rih' fecit het up " "By what?" asked Mr. Topioor shiv­ ering. "By de sun. sah. It's mos in its elemen* by dat time, "way 'roun by de "quator. Down Souf, Were I comes Com. dey says w"ea de sun git 'roan' dsn tt complete a cycle. 'W'ot's a kv cycle,' sah? Well, dis de way I 'splalns it: W'en I takes de debater up an* den takes it down, dat complete de cycle. But, sah." as the dripping Mr Topfloor stepped off the elevator, "ef yo' libes, an' I hopes yo' may, I gwtae tell yo' mo' "bout dat" The Future Woman. "Woman is today a parasite. Bat the woman of the future will work." The speaker. Lady Warwick, was narrating her views of the suffrage question to a New York reporter, She continued: "The parasitical woman will be ex­ tinct In a generation or two. Then a certain witticism of Lord Saye and Sele's will be unintelligible. "Lord Saye and Sele attended re­ cently a book dinner. At thi* dinner everybody had to represent some book title. Well, Lord Saye and Sele Just carrl«d on his arm a petticoat. "He was representing, yon see, Kip­ ling's 'Lite's Handicap'." The Way to Boast "The late Henry Trotere, the au« thor of In Old Madrid,'" said a New York musician, "was a modest man, and at a complimentary dinner in Lon­ don I onoe heard him tell a young composer that the only profitably way to boast was to boast modestly.' He Instanced the case of Moltke, Moltke, at a review, was likened to Hannibal, Caeear and Napoleon. But he shook his head at this and said modestly; " 'No, no, gentlemen; yon must not compare tne with such Illustrious sol­ diers. I have never commanded a retreat.' ** A Worm Turna, "This is a roomy back yard of yours. You generally have a garden bare, don't you?" "Yes." "K-sep chickens?" "After a fashion. 1 believe, though, my neighbor on the south Intends to raise guinea hens this year. By the way, come into the house, and I'll show yai a ibolsalsBs gun Tve last bought." "A woman's privilege!" she flashed back. "But how did it happen? And not only your arm," more Bharply re­ garding him, "but your head! I fancy if I were to push back a few locks of that thick hair I should discover--it must have been a pretty blow you got, my Seigneur Solitude!" He made no reply and she went on. "You, who I thought were never beaten! By a mere handful of troops, too! Did you have to run away very fastf If I were a man--" "Your tongue would be less sharp," he answered ooolly, the black eyes in­ different. CHAPTER XIII. The Seething of the 8ea. "*I have concluded to deal lenient­ ly *rith you,' said the Governor; *set you free!' I could not believe." Alone in the little chamber, the door of which now was Closed, shut­ ting them from sight of the company in the general eating and drinking room adjoining, Sanchez and the Black Seigneur sat together. Before them the viands that had been placed on the table were untouched; the filled glasses, untasted. As he spoke, the man bent forward, his words disjoint­ ed; his eyes gleaming. " *But,' the Governor added, the criminal must be taught not to for­ get;' then turned to his soldiers. 'Beat me ihis fellow from the Mount!' he commanded." "What!" /The blood sprang to the dark face of the listener; he half started from hlB chair. "And,they did! A merry chase, down the streets, across the sailds! I, an old soldier!" His voloe choked. "Beaten like a dog!" For some moments the young man looked at him; then again sank back; stared straight ahead. Without, the laughter and harsh voioes of the is­ landers had become louder; within the little chamber, the only sound now was the hard, persistent ticking of the clock oq the shelf. "But how," at length Desaurac made a movement, "did he--" "Learn!" violently. Tha WST I told you he would!" ' \ "You mean--" "That I was betrayed and you wens --by the Lady Ellie--" "Impossible!" the Black Seigneur exclaimed with sudden violence. "Because she has a pretty faoe!" sneered the other. , . "Silence! Or---" "That is it!" The servant's voloe rose stridently. "Beaten at one end, threatened at the other!" The arm the young man had reached out fell to his side. "Hush! You're mad; you don't know what you're say­ ing!" "And you did not know what you were doing! Oh, I dare say it-- I tell you now I little liked the task of tak­ ing her back; expecting some sort of treachery, and, when it came, was not surprised! Any more than, when they had brought me before the Governor, I saw her at Mis cloister---watching, hiding--" "Hiding!" "Behind the coping to listen when he, her father, was questioning me! And, when I looked up and caught her, she walked out--to show ma I might as well confess!" "She did that?" "Then tried to cosen me Into be­ lieving it Was not through her," went on the man bitterly, as If speaking to himself. "'But I know the lying blood --none better--and when she saw it was no use," he paused and looked up, the marks of the stripes on his faoe seeming suddenly to burn and grow livid, "she acknowledged it to my face! 'I won't deny.' Those were her words! And when she left the plaoe, she turned around to look back at me and laugh--" "You are not mistaken?" "Perhaps," said the man, a venom- ons-light in his obstinate eyes, It was all a fancy; or--I am lying!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Qiieei* Combat f s Desoribetf fcy ail American. FORCED INTO BATTLE Always in debt when there is no real necessity for It.--The letter B. Murat Showed His Wisdom Waited for Napoleon to Qlve Him the Hsnd of His Youngest Sister, Caroline. "I wish that some of my field mar­ shals had taken the precaution not to marry when they were only sergeants," Napoleon Is supposed to have grum­ bled, when he saw some of the ladles at his court Murat, the dashing leader of cavalry at Marengo, did not make the mistake of his fellows, and waited for Bonaparte to give him the hand of his youngest sister. Caro­ lina "With her he reigned over the Two Sicilies as Joachim I. Wishing to stand well with the queen, the bishop of TaVento gave her a birthday pres­ ent of one of Simon Vostre's "Books of Hours." printed on vellum in 1498 by Pierre Pigoucber of Paris and con­ taining 21 fine large wood cuts. Recently this relic appeared tn the library of the late Louisa Lady Ash- burton at Sotheby's and realised £SIS (Sabin). It may, therefore, go to America, whither Murat and Caroline's son, Napoleon Achille, went and mar­ ried a niece of Washington.---London Telegraph. Fooling ths Colleges. "Slick dog." "How now?" .t. "Gave out that bad a million which wasnt working. Several col­ leges hastened to bestow degrees upon him." "And then?" "Then be built a glue factory with ths money." Smaller Animal Wss Not Scrappy and Jumped the Fence Several Times in Attempts to Escape- • Finally Killed by s Toresdor. El Paso, Tex.--H. F. Lang of Phila­ delphia, who stopped over in this city & few days ago, thus describes an in­ teresting Incident which he witnessed in Juarez, just across the river, in Mexico: "I was walking down Mess avenue. some few days ago, when all at once I heard a brass band playing the fa­ miliar strains of Sousa's 'Invincible Eagle.' and as I reached San Antonio street there I saw a Mexican band (federal soldiers) in civilian clothes machlng down the street Following the band we?e two good-sized ele­ phants. A canvas sign almost cov­ ered the last elephant. On it was painted: 'This African elephant w*ll' fight a ferocious bull from Chicucha to the death in the bull ring in Juarez tomorrow, Sunday, February 10. Price for admission, $200, box seats; $150, shade seats; $100, sun seats.' "I concluded to go over to Juarez on Sunday to see the fight On my ar­ rival In Juarez I found the street lead­ ing to the bull ring was crowded with people, mostly Americans, all stand ing In front of small boths. I finally found my way into the bull ring, and it was crowded with about 5,000 Amer­ icans, very few Mexicans being pres­ ent. "Finally the large elephant was brought into the ring. He had a large bright red ribbon tied to his tall ahd another around his neck. The keeper securely chained his hind left leg to a stake In the ground, and the bugle sounded to bring In the bulL As the latter passed through the gate a man seated on & fence stuck a banderillo into his back to anger him. He was a good-sized animal, with rather short and sharp horns. He ran around the ring once or twice and finally saw the elephant, and stood stock still, slslng up Mr. Elephant. The elephant also saw Mr. Bull at this time and they both stood Btaring at one another. Mr. Elephant seemed the most willing for a battle, but Mr. Bull turned his head and ran away, and then the crowd yelled to take him out, which was done. After awhile another bull was brought in; he "was likewise treat- ' V : & K e y Ring -for a Brlda^ •,, ' 3rt*a marriage service at 'Cneltfen- ham parish church recently, it was found that the bridegroom had forgot­ ten the ring. At the suggestion of the clergyman tfale key of the church door, which had a ring at the end, was commandeered, and the ceremqpjr was oomplsted.--Pall Mall Gasstta. Made a Deliberate Chargs. ed to two banderlllos; he was a reg­ ular Texas steer, long horned and lively. He ran around the ring sever­ al times, when he finally saw the ele­ phant. "They gazed at each other and the elephant finally made a step toward the bull and the people roared and whistled. But the bull was not any too anxious, and finally he ran away from the elephant and jumped the outer fence, about five feet high. He was quickly induced with sharp In­ struments on long poles to run around until he found an open gate, which led into the ring again. All this time Mr. Elephant was lazily tugging at his chain to free himself with no apparent reason, except to get loose. Finally one of the matadors succeeded ID plunging a rocket banderillo into the back of Mr: Bull, and as it struck In the flesh it commenced to splutter as all skyrockets do. Mr. Bull wss jumping and running around the ring now like mad. Finally he stood still a minute and caw Mr. Elephant's tail, or rather the red ribbon on it, and made a deliberate charge. Mr. Ele­ phant saw Mr. Bull coming, and he simply squatted with his hind legs. Mr. Bull's horns struck him with such terrific force that it knocked the bull over. Mr. Elephant then, in his slow- moving way, attempted to roll his hind quarters over to crtiBh the bull. Mr. Bull was too active for that, and succeeded In getting «P and away. So the fight went on; every once In a while Mr. Bull would charge a fence and occasionally jump over, only to t>e goaded back again, to have more banderlllos stuck In his back. After perhaps an hour of these maneuvers the bugle was blown for the toreador to come forth and with his red capek; tantalize the bull until he was so furious and exhausted that it was an easy matter to plunge the sword Into his heart, and the exhibition over." - New Roof Thieves' Booty. Chicago.--Of all odd booty of thieves shown 'in the police records, the most curious was reported when IC A. Williams, who lives alone and works at night, complainod that thieves had stolen the roof off his house. "Jf it rains or snows my fur­ niture wiUv ba ruinSd," sighed Wit- liana. -- • and Durability in W. B.: CORSETS If you have a stout dgur* and wish niwiilir lln« with oooUtortebto support, w«» W. a Elastin*-R*dtuo CORSET •t ronr or tornt »ott.p*t<L Art CSataloruefree for Owter1! urn*. WHHCARTEN BRC1 CHICAGO, 1st a CaasdlsR Hsms In Western Canada's Free Homestead Area THl moveiioi wa I OF tfTl Manitoba bta wrrvral Hew Hon*-it«dlii| Districts int afford r&i* opportnntt? toMcnMiai«Mof«s. oclient Miusttuit teadFBKBT Fer drain Brewing this ptmrttie* no superior ut In pvoQtable agrteoitnre ehows aa unbroKen period ol over ft. quarter of a Century. Perfect climate; flood soarketat EfcHw&j* ccnyenient; so!! the very best, and social conditions moM desirable. Vaoaat lands Adjacent to Ftm Homesteads may be pnrchassA and Also In the older districts lands ean bo bought at reason­able prices. For further particulars write to CXIni|Mii.Mm*«toHT.Ba.,tltan M. V. HcIbbm, 171 Jaffatoa «»., Dctnl, Canadian Oorernment-Agents, or address Superintendent of Immigration, Ottawa, DAISY FIT KILLER Rs? snSK' S tleB. Heat, clean aamental, oonnnlakL obeap. lasts ail seasoa. Made of metal, can't spill or MS •Teri will not soil Sff Injure anything. Guaranteed tfeottii All dMl«n«'<NS si|iissi ptU for njli saaois lOKKftS. ISO S«<alb in . BrooUra, B. t, PROVERBS BROUGHT TO DATE A*'?! Unllks Those Generally Known# ttttk 4 •, •> • Qreat Df*! ̂ % i : > Real Truth. • Vv •• t / *, '5* • -A insto #fch small feet hfrie&i thetl-" not, and she whose hands are wstt formed delighteth to play chess. Why doth the virgin rejoice? WKjjr readeth she her love letters to her sisters? Behold, there is a compliment therein, and it shall not be concealed Enthusiastic Is women's praise of passable damsel; yea, they lift their voice continually, saying, Jjo, shs hath fine eyes. But when .she who dazzleth men's sight approacheth, bs- hold thier tongues are hushed, thsjjr whisper one to another in their con* fusion, confessing her comeliness. ...> As a man with his first automobile so Is an old wife with a young hup. • band; she is fond, yet fearful. The shop damsel extolleth hi wares, saying, Lo. I myself wear thl kind. And the customer smlleth terly, and turneth away. - ; To a clever woman, a man without audacity Is a weariness to the spirit; " and as for the timid one who obeyetll her, lo, she sendeth him upon errandip - --Gelett Burgess in American Mag$«>' • •/ .rV •*' • M K 0 v,. * 9 Lsst Civil War Vetera*! ̂ j- 'f was Informed by the United"5ftaf«s pension office that the last soldier the Civil war will die in 1955. That Is the estimate made by those who make a study of vital statistics, tf the last veteran survives until thai; date he will have lived 90 yean sip er the surrender of. Lee. Kronk, who died a couple' of yea** ago in New York state, was the last soldier of the war of 1812, and iMi lived considerably more than 90 yearif after peace had been signed. Bakv man, the last soldier of the Revolt- tlon, lived for 86 years after to|t peace of 1783. ".'+ Here is hoping that some man whe:- wore the blue or gray may fool tttit pension office and round out a full , century after Appomattox!--Phtiadst*- ^ - phla Ledger. "At Hems" Days. Edith and Jack were at a loss for a game. "Let's play at being 'at home' sntf have 'a day,'" said Edith. ~ ' " 'A day?' " asked Jack. "What does that mean?" . i*.- i "Why, don't you know?" said Edtt$f!i wisely. "All fashionable people havilw 'days.' Ood's day is Sunday and motion •' er's day is Tuesday." ^ ' .V.S Breakfast A Pleasure you hav* ... _ •• Toasties with cream. with wimp and w-pkea up the A food zest that appetite. Sprinkle crisp Post Toasties over a saucer of fresh strawberries* add and a little is - iv:-" *"*"• / A'.v j / Nourishing r ' Convenient some .cream Memory lintfefs" SsM by Grocers, ̂ -- viz&s 1 :.V. ... fottiUB Cereal Co., Ui, Battle Creek, Miok. •w