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Hawarden, Iowa
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Her Vilientine. CHAPTER TK." " •033 SHAKE OF TICK COMJ1ACT.•':'- Vida .went back by the way sho came, nnd IswlgotttO farther than the border of the wood when, to her secret terror and dismay, the met Abel Mooro. He wasAi&ially dressed with remarkable neatness early P r late, but now there-were, signs of a h'urried toilet, in im imperfectly tied scarf, and an overcoat buttoned awry. He wore no gloves, and carried a heavy riding-whip in his hand. "Why, dearest Vida," he exclaimed in an agitated tone, "I am rejoiced to tiud you safe." "SafeI" she repeated with a forced smile; "1 have never been in danger;". "Not that you know of," ho rejoined,"but you have had somo fellow dogging you as you walked. I could see him from the ^Yin- dow of my dressing-room in the north tower." ',1—I have seen no one," sho stammered, appalled at the danger of discovery that had ' been only just averted. • Ho mistook tho. nature' of her agitation, and taking her baud drew it through his arm. "You must not be out-so e;trly alone," ho said, "and, perhaps, after all, I have need .. lessly alarmed myself." "It may have been fancy," Vida suggest _ "No, I saw the fellow clearly enough. "Did you rceongnise him, uncle?" -- "No, my dear, but I 'thought he lookei like a gipsy." _ _And as hespokoher lips, burned with the memory of the vagabond Bui'dolph's kiss as lt would have done with the utter-pain of wasp's sting. -- "Well, I am safe," she said with a faint smile, "but I am very sorry to have brought - you'out !n the chill damp of Ihe.early.morn- Ing." "Why, dear child, I am not made of pnste- board, but, as you say, it is chilly, and we must hasten back." At the hall-door they met Ruth, attired for a walk and coining to meet bur cousin. How pune-auiLfreshJier beauty was! Like a newly blown rose, rich and radiant in tho morning light. "My dear father," she exclaimed, "you out walking too?" _ "l.hove'.been a.littlq way Jo meet "Vida," "he" answered,as lie touched her ulieeli wHU his lips. She turned to Vida to give her the accustomed morning salute, but already it soem- ed to Vida that a black barrier stood up between them, and sho barely touched Ruth's cheek in return. "I amlioTongcr Vidri Moore," she thought, "hn11 he. flu iiCfl6_Q f. jijdjl?y yagaboiid.' '_ She would i'lvin at tliis momentf have un- ...dorie the work of tho morning, but it was already too late. wnjcii Basil would come, .. ... She croa»d ; the part, »ii(l avoiding^ th« lodge; reached the main road by.~a gap In tho fence she knew of. Once on the highroad sho went forward swiftly.- -...-.'".. A revulsion of feeling had again come upon her. "I was foolish—mad." sho murmured. "1 must stop that gipsy bioodhound. If Ruth gets tho letter lean say that it Is a jest. Har'fc'Hs that not a horse coming?" Sho stopped and listened, and the patter Ing of a horse's hoofs fell upon her ear. The sound came from" a distance. "He ia coming," she said; "the gipsy ha> been false to his promise. No. Oh, my God 1' The report of a gun or a pistol the night air. In a moment the sound was repeated, and then a stillness followed. With hurried feet, and trembling in every linib, Vrda'gllded swiftly over the ground She reached, the bend of the road, turned it, and came upon a scene that sent the lifeblood back upon her heart, and for a uio ment stopped its beatlifg. On the ground lay a young fellow with all the graco of early hiuidsomo manhood in his face and figure, an unmistakable sciou -of-gentlo blood, —— Ha was quite still, and ls\y as if ho fallen asleep upou tho road. Iirtho distance a horse was galloping oil in nffright. Not fnr from tho trembling Vida stood o man, roughly dressed, with a mask 'cover ing his fiice. . Vida dr_ew_near_tQ_tlio_falien man,...and- with wild eyes anU~lmsliTdWeiUtr scanned him over. Suddenly sho fell upon her kuees beside him. "Not dead, not (lend I" she cried. "Basil, speak to mel Oh, Heaven, what "have'I done? Basil, como back to life 1" "If you make this noise," said "a stern voico behind her, "you will tiring somebody who will make it unpleasant for both, of us. You were mad to come here." "You villain 1" cried Vida, leaping to hei feet and turning upou him like an angered tigress, "for this foul work I will havu you hanged I There is no gallows high enough for such a pitiless murderer!" "Heyday!" said tho masked Bardolph Dinisey, "so t-luvt is jourgauu'.. You sot mo to do 'your dirty work, and when it is done you threaten to pay me with a rope. But, my lady, mark ine ! \ve shall dio together." She stared at him now like u.woman suddenly turned to stone. Her very soul wus f rozeiV with" horror. ~ : Bardolph glanced down the road, and seeing that nobody was coming, took her by the wrist, «ml, tearing oft' his musk, looked h<\r full in the face. "We live or die together," he wont on. "Do you remember that, lAtcr i posted today? I'm not a gipsy vagabond—I've gentle • blood in my veins, mid I've learnt to read and write. * L opened your -letleFTJiTt'oi-o I posted it and copied U." "You villain!" iii««?«<i ^ hissed Vida. "Bard'olplrwas on his way to-Garpuigdeaii-l—He laughed softly, and put his arm about, .•with the letter, and there was no recalling j her. him. The rest of his work ho would do by- and-by, and there was but one way of saving Basil Bramlreth, and that was by open confession. • No~ that would never do—the bitter work must go on to the end. Of all the days of "her young life, Vida had never known one like that which followed. It was not pain, or sickness, or fear, or repentance that assailed her, but a wild watchfulness ami soul weariness that was Inexpressibly horrible to bear. •"I slept very little last night," sho told Ruth when she expressed some anxiety nbout her health, "and my headaches. 1 think I shall "'spend tho day quietly in my room." "Shiill I read to you?" Ruth asked. "Yes; read to me," Vida said. Vida lay upon her couch with thecurlains drawn to dim the light, and .Ruth, choosing "Evangeline," began to read.that churmiuK \ story o£ woman's pure, faithful love. | It jarred upon Villa's ears; she turned her thoughts to Basil Brandreth. She knew ho was at Brlarwood, spending * few hours with 'his people, and burning with Impatience to-mount his horse and ride to his lady-love. In the depths of her aching heart her nn- gulsh boiled and bubbled like oil in a cauldron. ... "If he were burning to come to me," she thought, "how different"iiVy life'would be I" "What did you suy, dear'."' Ruth asked. "Nothing,"|jlieiL_'.ididaiutapeak.-l. "1 thought you did. Shall 1'go on read" Ing?" "No, thauk you. I think if-you leave me now I shall sleep, and if 1 do not wake to dress for dinner, do nut disturb im:."' "But Basil is coming," sniii ilulli. "To see you/' replied Vida, smothering some harsh words-that rose (o heiTips/'Yiiii •will be good company enough without my poor society. 1 will join you at tea." Ruth left, and as it was then four in tlic afternoon 1 Vi<la knew she would bu disturbed no more. To guard against tho possibility of a visitor, she went to ilu; door and locked it. •.To her coinih she did not reiuvii, lit it sat down by the- lire and tried ti) wahinifii 1 chilled hands and fuel, which seemed to hrtve been turned to ice. _, In vain, the life-blood wonld-not return ti» them, and, shivering she arose and walked ftbout the room. Every few minutes sho looked at her watch, and tho time lagged wearily. "My lover with the timer's eyes will keep his word," she said. "Basil will not bu here to-night. But \vh<Mvaii'l how will lie stop him." Sho ffcll Ilisii. B:ir<ioi|>!i wight bo trusted, but as the lime for itu: arrival of Ruth's lovei' drew near, six? bccanus rcsilo.ssbeyond all endurance^ One moment . slu". would have stopped the murderer—for Bavdolph could be nothing less than that to be successful—and the next moment she waa ready to take a share in tht>. deadly work. Now hot, now cold, sho paced iho room until sho could boar it no longer. "I must go out," she thought; "I must have air." She took tho fur-lined cloak she bad worn in the mo'.ning, ami wrapped it about her. Just outside in the carridor there was n staircase seldom used, that led (o a small door in the north tower. Mr. Moore used it, occasionally for a private mode oC entrance or exit, but nobody else ever went that, way. Opening the door of tho room softly she listened. All was still without. "Now," she said,- "1 can leave safely. It la rhe-Idlo hour of. all nt Gordon foils." >Sho ipckvd her door quiet I y, and with a lighVstpp descended tho staircase. • As slie passed her uncle's room, she heard him'wlthin humming a tune. "All nro merry hero but ine," she thought bitterly. The door below turned back on its hinges without noise, and sho passed out, closing It gently behind her. n It was already night, and tho moon waj rising. "I will walk here," sho said, and paced up and down tho terrace onco. Then sho was drawn by a mysterious power that \vas Irresistible towards the roud by 'Come," he said. "Ictus bo friends. I'vo no notion of harming you if you keep your word. I've done injr/wbrk, ict me have another kiss on account" He stooped'down''to her, but slio struck him fiercely, uiul wruuehed from his grasp. "Do not madden me," she said; "if you go too far I may despise the risk I run myself ami bring^s of justice on you. Look, man—is it here," pointing to the still form of Basil Brandrctli, "that you dare talk of love. 1 .'" "By-and-by, then," ho said recklessly. "I'vo not been bred so daintily as you, and am not so particular. Hiirry home, my bmie, you may bo missed, and leave mo to give the finishing touches to this job. I've the grave ready." Her face blanched, nnd sho shook so terribly that sho wus in danger o'f falling, but when he put out his arm to hold her up, she recovered jierself with an-effort. "Do not'touch me here," was all she said. "Go then," he answered, "but remember j this: I shall expect you to-morrow at the j lilace. where we met mid talked so pleasant- j ly this morning. You know tho spot, nnd J do not forget—or I shall bo induced lomuku a call nt the GovdoiifellH." It was a peaceful spot in which they stood. Not far from tho place was tho old church, with its massive tower, mid tlie bright silvery moon behind it In the churchyard lay those who slept with their fathers, and the dork windowsoi lookwl-bllndly-down upon tbciii. Beyond—a mile away—the lighted houses of tho village faintly gleamed. All so still, so peaceful even to Basil Brandreth—pence on everything but (ho man and woman on whose souls lay tho weight of the murderous deed. In their hearts dark passions were contending. The tires of liato :>nd unholy love burned fiercely, flashing from their eyes. The hot blood ran like molten lava through their veins. . "You will rome forme If Idonotcome to you," said Vida slowly. "Indeed I will," he answered. "Suppose 1 niirill?" she asked. "I feel a fever in my-veinsi. It may lay mo on a sick couch to-morrow." "I will not wait'for fever or anything," ho said Impatiently. "You must come." ' "So be, it tlj^j,'' sho s;iii{, "in the uftcr- noon—nn IKUIV before sunset." Tlip.ii, casting one shuddering glance at Basil, she drew her cloak closely around her, and hurried from the place. muvitery. She could Hit nothing. Th« toll was being romoiud when Vld» appeared. "My dear child;" said Mr. Moore, rising hurriedly, "how pnle you are! Why did you not keep your room?" ?. -' ''Being alone I grow wearisome," sho said, '•and so I came down. No fish, thank you; \ little wine." The attentive Barker poured her out a glass of sherry, and sho dmnk it. Then she looked at Ruth steadily and without faltering. "Why, Birdie," should, "you are pale too. We have ceased to be roses* como lilies." "Somebody lias been detained," said Mr. Moore jocosely; "but no will be here by- anrt-by." "In tho selfishness of my headache," said Vida, "1 forgot Basil was expected. If he were my lover I should not easily forgive him." It was a wonderful exhibition of speaking under extreme diflicultles. So intense wns the pain tho effort cost her that sho could bnrely'keep from crying out. "Basil is not to blame,".said Ruth with a flash from her blue eyes. "Oh, Ruth," exclaimed .Villa, forcing a ___L_j R ,,gj,_ii| 10w eftn-you-look-'-at me-so-ferociously? I believe that yo\i are at heart a perfect vixen." They all laughed at this remark; tho idea of Ruth's being a vixen waa so very absurd. Mr. Moore put a finishing touch to Die merriment. "Ruth is like you, Vidn,. Under a placid exterior she conceals a uiostjlojy nature.- STiF^IilteTmimjrrtliosS"fafaway cmuitries~ whore the land Is only a thin crust that covers 11 volcano." You are terrible creatures;" The dinner was over, and Ruth, with ears upou the stretch, had listened in vain for tho sounds of her coming lover. "' After a time sho began to show signs of Irritation when n suggestion was made to account for his absence, and they soon ceased to speak of him. . ; V In the drawing-room Vida played and sang—never more brilliantly, Mr. Mooro said—and Ruth joined her in a duet.' f But what a bitter mockery it was! A dark cloud lay upou them, and Vida alouc knew what lay behind if 7 The first shock of the crime had passed away, nnd she was .beginning to look things in the face. It angered her to see Ruth pale nnd distraught, simply because Basil was away, whiio she—Villa—loving him more fiercely, and knowing he was dead,...dared not give vent to oiio word or look that expressed her love. . "It is hard to bear," sho thought, "but It Is better than to have to look on at their wooing. That must havo driven me mad." And then sho sang another 'song—"Tho Sands of Deo"—ono o£ Mr. Moore's favorites. ' ' . 3 ^Sweetjnusic," lie stud, "but rather mnl- nnchoiyi That poor gliTbehig lbs£ oTFUio' sun ils-—" "Can Basit bo lost?" said Ruth suddenly. "Lost,.my-dear child-=ruonseiiae." "But lie is," said Ruth, rising and holding out her trembling hands. "I havo feared it, ami I know it now. Something has happened to him; ho is dead—he " And then sho fell forward fainting in her father's arms. Mrs. Moore nnd Vida came to her assistance, and the boll was rung for Phrcbe, her uiaid. A little cold water and some kindly care restored Ruth to consciousness. "How foolish I" she said. "But I was always a weak silly child." j "I should recommend a little sleep," said I Mr. Moore. "It, is ten o'clock, and Basil ; will not be bore til" \ Ruth assented, and retired to her room, accompanied bv Mrs. Moore and Viiiii. The'ii n curious feeling of distaste for her cousin's society came over her. It was most unaccountable, she thought, and pained her, but she could not resist its Influence. "I do not thlnk'I will trouble you tore- main with me, Vida," sheTsaid. "I,t Is no trouble," was the reply. "But do not remain, 1 beg of you. Mother will keep with me." Villa did not Insist upon remainimr. She was growing weary of playing a part that required J 'so much concentration, and stopping down, she kissed Ruth and buiio her good-night. Her salute was not returned, '•dm she suspect meVV she thought, and then sho bade Mrs. Moore good-night, and went wondering to her room. Phojbe followed, and asked If she could - be of iiny-MjrvIce.-Vida.with some.; rurtness, b;tdi: her go, but the girl still remained. "Are you sure I cannot do anything for you, miss?" silie asked. "Quite sure," replied Vida. I^oyal Baking Powder Is Absolutely Pure \ A 7HILE there are so many alum baking-pow* * ders in the marked, the use of which all physicians decide render the food unwholesome and liable to. produce dyspepsia and other ailments, housekeepers should exercise the utr most care to prevent any powder but the RoyaV"' from being "brought into their kitchens. +*• In the i\se of Royal there is an absolute certainty of pure and wholesome food. The official State Chemists report: The --Royal Baking--Powder— does—not— eon-tain-am monia, alum, lime, nor any injurious ingre- - dients. It is absolutely pure and wholesome. The ..Government reports show all -other baking powders to contain impurities. "-""—in^h^use-^ there is uncertainty if not actual danger. :.... It is unwise to take, chances in matters of life and Health. 'man William McKeekan, Druggist at -„ Blcforamg&ale, Mich. " I have had the Asthma budly ever since I camft-;-^ out of the army and though I havft been in the drug business for .fifteen years, and have tried nearly everything on the market, nothing harf given me the slightest relief until a few months ago, when I used Bo sctiee's German Syrup. I am now glad to acknowledge the great good it has done me. I am greatly relieved during the day and al nightgota sleep without the least trouble." <D by «tnrn mall, fall 6 scrlpll vo circular* ol »na MOODY' Jterticd to dait. Thcso. only, ars thf genuine TAILOR BTSII1J1 invented ani oopy righUU by ?»OF. 0, W. lipoHT. B«- wturaot Imitations. Any:laUy of ordinary IntcHlKauca uan easily and quick-- ly learn to cm anil raalfe an? garment, In any stylo, to any mcaaurn.forladlcs, men and cbllilron. Uarmontn gruaran- Wed to nt perfectly without trylDBO'-. 4ddHM HOUDY * CO. OIMOUtN/.-ft. M, -. m a Helping the Cause. Mamma—Did yoTf~pvft that dollar -in* the contribution box toduy? . Small Son—No, ma'am. Mamma—You said you wanted it for the heathen. Small Son—Yes'm: but .just ono dollar wouldn't do them much good. I'm ffoin' to sond them a whole lot o£ bibles. Muinma—But how many bibles do you expect to get for a dollar, my angel?' " Small Son—Oh, a good many; You ECO, Johnny Smurt sold me his air ffii for a dollar, and I'm goin' to shoot a lot of Minis and stuff them, and then trade 'cm for bibles for the poor heathens, *--••»——• Reason for Grief, " Old Gentleman—What's the matter? Little Boy (cryIri^^PilfMi^gaVQ nura penny to buy a slato pencil and now —boo, hoo, hool Old-Gentleman—"\Voll, hero's another ono. How did you happen to lose it? Small Boy—I—I didn't lose it; I- Bpent it candy. for candy and—and lost tho Enrrivil l.y llui Kelt Trirphone Piuenl lu--1891 r --Yo«» Invdiulon nmy 1>« valii'alilo. Yon ilinuld protect It fa> pmciu. Aililri'K (or full Biiil liKcrllluoiitftdvlcr, TUX* or OliiiiuH. IV. IV. IIUD'I.HV «fe CO., BpUi'ltora of I'atcnta, liI'i:, 6W K'Kl, N. W., Wnubknuton. D.CV . ( Mi'iillnn llili pnpor.) M !M Consulting: His Tastes, Little Boy—Do you like to go boat Ing in tho summer? Grandpa (anxious to inculcate caution)—N-o, my son, I'm afraid I'd yet drowned. Little Boy—Do you lilce to (joakaUng- in the winter? Grandpa—No—I'm afraid I might fall ind hurt myself. Little Boy (after some thought)—Do YOU like to turn somersets on a feather bedV -4 » >• —Tho most beautiful specimen ot the natural emerald In 'the world is thutiit the shrine of Toretto, in Italy. It WHS presented by Don Pierre Darayon, who was formerly viceroy in l?i;r.u It i.s it mass of limestone crowned with emerald crystals, some of winch are more tliiiu an inch in diameter. C.'HAl'TKIl IV. i A WI:AKV WAITING. i "It =onms to'iiiB," .siiid Mr. Moore, "Hint •we shnll have to wait dinner forBiisil Hrnn- drt-th." - ' "The hist man in Hie world L should have Hiout;lit to prove a Inggurd lover," said Mrs. Moore. They were in tho drawing-room alone, nnd it wa-i within live minutes of the. dinner- hour. Neither Unih nor Vida hnd como down. "\Vhcn aninn himself makes an apiioint- mnnt," coJi'lnued Abel, "even in a tnnall matter, he. should keep it." • "SomolliliiK must havo detained him," said Mrs. Moore. "In any case, he could havo sent a nifs- saije," tlio ini.sband rejoHied. At this incvient Itiith^cainn inlo the room. Shu looked pa!c and troiibled, nnd the smilo that sho put upon her face was a very faint one indeed. "Basil is very late," she said;."ho v.-ill scarcely have time to dress for dinner." "I am afraid that ho \vitl not iline hero tonight." snid hcrfalhcr, shrnscginirliisslKiitl- ders;"itis soinotiinos neuxissiiry to U;;u'.li the rising gencralion good manners. Jltitli, how is Vida?" "I have knocked nt her door several times," Ruth answered, "and she is still sleeping." Barker slowly and solemnly entered the room. "Madame, shall I keep dinner, back?" Mrs,-Moore looked at her husband, who answered for her: "No, Barker; Mr. Brandrelh has been detained. Let dinner bo served at once." They went into tho dlning-roorn, but dinner, BO far »3 Kutli wns concerned, was & You do look so pale ami tired, miss, Jitst an if you hnd been out for a long ivalh mid hurried home." Vida .turned upon her quickly, almost llercfily. "What did you say?" slio demanded, rhrebo was'a'simple-looking country Inss. ami siared nt her in Innocent surprise. . "Why nothing, miss," she said; "I only eaid you looked as it you were Ured." "Tin! obsorviitlon was needless," rcJtirn- ed Vida; "I nm not very tired, and I do uot ricMl any help." "Vi-ry well, miss." Wttli a courtesy Phcnbe retired, anil Vida was Ic.ft nlouc^ Sho went to the window, pushed aside the curtain, and looked i>ut. "Moonlight," she murmured, "ami the low-lying inists flying, before the wind. The fleecy masses look like hurrying spirits of tlie dead. "Pel-Imps they are .so," sho added, shudderin-,'; "if so, Basil's spirit may bu iminng them." She had never been superstitious, ami a wetjk before would have laughed at tin: iid.-a of seeing a ghost, but now it seemed to betas if indeed the spectre of Busll Bviuulrolh was floating about in the mists of the nighl. Rho sat dmvn by the tire, and immediately it seemed fis if lie had entered tho and was standing behind her chair, with i sad reproachful oj'M bent upon her. i It required an ellort for her to look round, i anil of course she saw nothing. "Pshaw I" she exelsiimed, "I am a child. Hero the voice of a stable-boy outside, calling to another, broke tho stillness, nnd .she started as if a voice of thunder had denounced her a.s a murderess. "1 am worse than a child." ' She walked to the toilet-table, and opened a box iilled with small cut-glass bottle?. .Selecting one, she put it to her lips, and draulc some of its colorless contents. "It is the fool's refuge," she murmured, "but 1 must drown cowardice until nil danger is past. Now I will goto sleep, nnd forget tliiit (here is u morrow to come, ami u ith It a murderer for a lover.". ( Best of All To cleanse the system in a gentln and truly beneficial manner, when tho Springtime cornea, use the true and perfect remedy, Syrup of Figs. One bottle will answer for all the family and costs only 60 cents; the largo fiize $1. Try it and be pleased. Manufactured by the California Fig Syrup Co. only. --The emerald was ono qf the best known acient stonen. Emeralds have" been discovered in the Etruscan tombs in settings over 2,000 years old. PITH All Flu mppnort freo t>r DR. KLINE'S RUKAT NKRVE KKSTOHKH. No Flu nflor nr« dny'fliinfl. Mnrvolom cmro«. Truutlflu and 12.0) irfn 1 boltlo froo to Fit c»»oi. Send la UU. KLtN/C. flSt Aroli St., 1'hllRjclpliln, Pa. m « » With tho funds raised by pawning the ' com "New Orleans Our Southern Capital" BjHTnllan Ralph in IIurpeJila.Maga7.lnfi for "'February. T]ie~X.oTusliTna— lottrry- being logftUzed, tickets are openly displayed in. tho shop windows, and aro sold on tVe sidewalks by men, women and children. Ono store for tho salo of these tickets hears such 11 .cgond as this on its sign: This is lucky Numjbpr Eleven. winning .Me.kels sold bore thiihnny where else "in" town. There was a drawing while I wus in tho ily, nnd knowing that tho lottery company wus not to ask for u renewal o£ Us privileges, I availed myself of tho opportunity-to witness-iU-chief publlo.opera-.; tioti and tli6 historic oharnc.ters who have, been Induced by hirgo salaries to figure for it. The drawing took place in n tbeii- ter called tiie "A<-mlcmy of Music," at eleven o'clock in tho morning. The yellow gas-jets battlnd fooblv with the daylight in tho lobby Into which tho people were pressing without let or mmUiioa- tion. The theater" was two-third.* full at -livnt pu._tha_atiig(?._!i!lL_>vUh_!. 1 . Parlor .scone, was n knot of men between two wheels.- The wheel on Ihn right was a band of; silver, with sides of glass and with u.door, in the ine.tal.i'Vm. A bushel of little black gutta-percha envelopes tho size of dominoes had been poured into this whcul, und it white boy, blindfolded with a Immlkeruhic.f. stood at the handle of- thn crank', by which tho wheol. was turned, lie hud. one arm in the door of tbo wheel, and with the band -of tho other arm was offerlnga tiny envelope i to.General Bcatirogurd—tho last surviving general who served on either side in our la-to war. A fine, most gentlomunly- Inokinfr nian he Is, with the fcolnrcu of u French courtier, with-snowy hair, iv whitu mustache, a little goatee, uml tho pinkest skin a baby ever knew. lie- was faultlessly dressed. Across tho stage, bosidn a very much larger wheel of purtl-colored boards, sat Major General-Jiilm! A. Early —u perfect type of the conventional figure of Father Time; tall, portly, stoop- shouldercil, par.tly bald, and with a long, heavy, white beard. Ho AVIIH drosne<l all in the color of tho uniform ho distinguished by hi.s valor U.H u'.soldier. By each general stood a blindfolded boy, taking numbers out of wheels, am handing them to the generals. I-'roni the big when! to Major General Eurlv carno tho numbers of the tickets; from the little wheel to General Beuurc.ifiird camn tho number of dollars that formed, tbo prize c:ioh ticket hud won. By each generul stood a crier. Early read out, "Twenty- one thousand one hundred and lifty-two," and Hcaui'egurd, having shelled the gutta- percha case off a billet, mud out, "Two hundred dollars." Then th<! criers took thn billets and cried the numbers, "Twenty-one " from THB NEXT MORNING T FEEL BRIGHT *Ntk NEW ANDTU COMPLEXION 18 BETTER. My doctor sayn It pot» (t«n.Hr.<">.•*• "*2SL l *P'!liJJStf_ i m»de from horha, aud U prepared foru»e *& LANE'S Indorsffiient diamond Napoleon was cna'IVl'cd to undertake the campaign thut ended at Marengo. HIIIAMC. WiiBBi.En, Odebolt, Sac county, [owa, sells first-class imported PEncnr:noN iind.Sunia STAM.IONH, ?800, 1, '2 and a yours time. Imported marcs cheap. The emerald improves -in color on exposure to tho light. Pearls kept in the dark lose their luster, but regain it on exposure to the sun. DON'T fo-il with indigestion .nor with a disordered liver, but takn'Bcccliatn'a Pills for immediate relief. 2f>icents a box. Valued ,f Scott's Emulsion is contained in letters from the medical profession speaking of its gratifyv ing results in their practice, Scott's Emulsion of cod-liver oil with Hypo* phosphites can be administered when plain oil is out of the question. It is almost . as palatable as milk—easier to drgest than milk. Prnnarcd liy ficolt A Uowno, N. Y. thousand one hundred and fifty-two one; "tnw hundred dollars" 'from tho other, who,- by the way, called out "tew" hundred dollars ivt least "tew" hundred times. But all tliu-prlxes worn not of that amount. I chanced to hear the capital prize read out. --•''Twenty-eight-thousand, four .hundred and thirtv-nine" suid Early. "Three hundred thousand dollars," said Beauregard Tho efTci't was startling; indeed tho startled senses.refused to grasp tlie meaning of the words. The criers repeated the figures. The people in tho theater craned forward, n hundred pencils shot aver pads orbits of paner In men's and women's laps. Then a "murmur of voices nomidcd all over tho house. Tho routine on tho stage was-halted; for tho-criers took the two bits of paper to sonic cicrks who sat at tables In tho farther part of tho stage, to allow them to verify the important figures. Then tho routine began anew. —When the French crown Jewels wore Inventoried in 1701 there weru 0,5-17 diamonds, 500 penrls, 2!JU rubles, 1!H sapphires, ISO emeralds, 71 3 umntb- ysts and u number of unclassified -stones. » 9 ^ T^tnllr-, att; Dr. r.iiniie'j "P«rlt)<!li:il" T'lll.. frtiin Furl*. France. KnlAblUhiiil 111 Kurope, 183!); '\jnlf.<l Bute*, 1S37. Cure.i all auii|irn»Bluiu, JrrrsnlnrHlr.s and monthly <leroiiK"'i < 'nt». fidfe. hnnnlcs", rollnbli;. They (!o»ltlvely must not 1)« Ukcn dnrlnif prcgiinin-y., Many of tbo Uli u> wlilch lodl«i »ro inlijr.ct, arc llic direct rcEUlls of Irrr.Knlar mrnntrtntton* U*ntlnueii monthly «upprc«il""» rciult In bluod polionfny anil quick consumption. W * pacKngo or 8 lor t\ per mull, In plain »c»l6<! envelope, on rectlpl of prlco. The I^i Ila« Chemical Co.. proiirlc.tnrn. Tha genuine pill »old by BcdrflcVc * Crady, aioux City, l». Wliole»»lo.'»nd retail agcnU. —The Fifth regiment, of Baltimore,now consists of privates and "non-coms" only, all the other ofllcors, from Colonel Boykin to the j-oungest "sub," having resigned, in consequence of trouble ut the iuaugii- ratfon.,_ tho tho Brewthing Spell*. * Helen HylRi"—"Football must bo a yory exhausting game. Dcm'i you got completely tired out?" Charlie Ilafbak—"O, you know, it isn't BO hard us it looks! ^About every five minutes some fellow's hurt, nnd whilo tho doctors aro working on him tiio ro«t of us get » cLunce to, rcc'up«r^ Nero's nyn-s'lasa, through whiuh ncar-«lg-hto<l tyrant watched tho fli torinl puinoH, wus an emerald cut into form of u lens. 'Flic n«o of Ely's Cream Balm, anuroenre for Catarrh nnd Cold In the head, la at! ended with no'paln, inconycnieijc/s or drcnd, which can be said of no other remedy. , I fool"It my duly to day n. few words in re- fjard to Ely's Cveam Balm, and I do so en Ure- Jy -wlthonl Bollcltatlon.. I havo used ithaJf a. year, and h«ve found It to be most admirable. I have suffered from catarrh of tho worst kind ever since I was a-HUlo boy and J never hoped for core, but Cream Balm Bc'cmn (o do even that. Slany of my acquaintances h.avo uned it with cxueltentresuHs.—Oscar OBtrnm, 45 Warren Ave., ChlcaRO. Apply Balm Intocnch noalrll. It IB Quickly AbHorhed. <llve» Hellof nt once. Trloe W) cents, at PrupK' < «t» or by mnll. ETA" UKOTIFKHS, CO VVurrro St., XCTT York. THE WOMAN WHO WORKS, and is tired, will find a special help in Doctor Pierco'a Favorite Prescription. Perfectly harmlesa In any condition ot tho femoJo ays- tem. It promotes all tbo natural functions, and builds up, strengthen!!, regulates, and euros. For women approru.'h- ing confinement, nur«- •ing mothers, and every weak, run-down, doll- cato women, it IB an invigorating, Bupporting that's peculiarly adapted to their But it's more thun that, too. It's tho only guaranteed remedy for all tho functionnl disturbances, painful disordera, nnd chronic weaknesses of womanhood. In " female complalnte " of every kind, periodical puina, bearing-down sensations, internal inflammation, nnd kindred nUment*, if it ever falls to benefit or cure, you have your money Something else that pays tbe dealer better, may bo offered as " jusit ae good," Perhaps it i», for Mm, but it c*n't be, for you. tonic RADFIELD'S htg proran in fnfnlllbl* menu. pooullat to t •4n««I«s«x,BUch niichronlo womb and ovarian dl»- euei. It taken In .time n refulattes.'und .protootM liealtliv action Of ftll functions 3f .-bbe c«n«TaUv» M.»r :*noV . ji«w>» pause, wtll find In Ita healing, soothing tonio. Tho hlgb«it rocommeniljidona from promt* nont. phy«lal*n* aud.^ho** wftp h»v« tried tt Wrlto tor book"To,'Womon,t?.uiJiiI«<l fro*.- Bold by all druggiat*. BnAnn proprietor!, AtUntA, Qa. m • organs., YcMnf ?!••» W- tho ago of puMrtx,,' ' oWor one*, at tho m< ORDER YOUR STOCK —AND— ROLLER CORES —FHOM— SIOUX CITY PRINTING COMPANY 30S Pierce Stroot, sioux cif y, IOWA PATENTS, PENSIONS Bend far Tnv«ntor'> Guide or How Io y Obtain enu Hcud for Ulirrit of TU. C. 950- I Everyman and woiia> f an HlipulrV hJW t luarriisoat^c ««o. Do not »nV UK to «ond i ,. v p r ) ce (ii. lUjgiht'd lettcror P.I 1'ou. Co.. Hoom 10. Tirocu lihlif., OijicM*. HEAD NOI3E8 B1U». Ha»pl«fre«. Oi«ruiu>T«AOo. 1 1»w.i.,., Cures SickHeadache . M'"! »)ini«llvri'if.ll.«f«ll. .. :iA UVaV, X V. XVrSUj hr l^lof ywtt In 1O ' „„ _- will hi; lo yoiir intoreat \vhon ivrlthiir to iniv' «;iy you ouw this . . j » * .1 i.._....._ * > advefti-KMiiotit : n«nin,o;ne, ( Throat, Sold by »H Dru«i«t« on » Cunr»ntec. r"r« Lame Sld«, Back «»• Ghent SbDob's PorOU« J>l»iter.will ^.re treat »al!tf»ctloo.— *1 C«nU. SlOOX ClTT I'HIN'TlNIi C?O.

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