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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, February 1, 1899
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THE UPPER MOINE8; ALGON&, IOWA WEDNESDAY MBtttTAttY 1« 1890 4 A ROMANCE Iden • CHAPTBit Tin.—(Ccuunueu.) Shell flushes crimson; the one wish •of her girlhood has been to possess a Volume of Tennyson all her own. Yet, bow that she stands with the treasufft In her hand, a strange perversity makes her feel more than half inclined to thrust it back upon the donor. "It is very kind of you, Bob and Meg," she says, in a tone of angry impatience; "but I cannot think of ac- •cepting your present. Take it home' .and keep it until you are grown up— then you will be able to understand It!" "Don't you like it, then?" queries Bob, looking anxious and distressed. "'Pa thought you would rather have aj took; but I'll tell him to send you a! Watch instead." '< This threatened alternative soundsi 80 very alarming that Shell hastens to: explain to tho children her detestation of watches in general and her unbounded admiration of poets. • "What are you making such a chatter and fuss about, Shell?" interposes.. Ruby, crossing'to her sister's side and; taking up tho volume in dispute. "Oh,. ' only a copy of Tennyson!" with a con-' temptuous curl of her lip at the plain though handsome binding. "I wonder^ /what induced Robert Champley to send you that? You have not been devoting yourself to his children." "No, I should hope not," answers Shell, with emphasis. "Neither do I jwant any present—I shall return it." "Return it? What conceited nonsense!" scoffs Ruby. "I suppose ho Ithought some slight acknowledgment jwas duo to you for playing with tho fchildren occasionally. If you want to taake yourself absurd and conspicuous, iof course you will return it." On the next morning the Champley household take their departure for the taoor. Ruby chances to be near the •deserted lodge of the Wilderness when (the wagonette—containing the two [brothers, the children and the nurse— tirives by. She makes a dainty picture, standing in tho shade of the chestnut tree in her pale-blue morning dress, and rwaving her handkerchief in.token of adieu. The gentlemen raise their hats land smile, the children shout, the .'nurse gives a defiant snort, and the ,'next moment they are out of sight. "Two months of freedom!" thinks Robert Champley to himself. "On my return home I must make other arrangements." ' . I CHAPTER IX "Mamma, there i8 a most enticing '.cottage to be let at Oakford," cries iRuby, glancing up excitedly from the jiaper in her hand. "Listen! 'Oakford. To be let, furnished, charming cottage [residence—five rooms, large garden, every convenience, rent moderate, air 'bracing, close to moor.' " ; "Yes, my dear," responds Mrs. \7il- iden in mild surprise. "Well, what iabout it? Do you know of any one .Wanting a cottage?" : "I thought it might suit us," replies Ruby, a little crestfallen. "It certainly might if we wanted to go there," asserts Mrs. Wilden with a good-tempered laugh; "but, as you ;know, Ruby, I have a great dislike to leaving home." "But, mamma, I think you require change of air," persists Ruby with un,-wonted affection. "You have been suf- ifering so frightfully from neuralgia all iepring. I am sure your nerves want jbracing. Why not take this cottage if or a month or 6O? Change Is good for everybody." Mrs Wilden shakes her head, but not after a very determined fashion. "What do you say, Vi?" she asks, iturning to her niece. "Well, I really don't think I care two straws either way," answers Miss iFlower laaily. "If somebody will pack imy things I am willing to go, but I couldn't undertake to pack them my- 'self." ; "Now that just shows how much |you need change," cries Ruby eagerly. '"Your whole system wants stirring up ; before we had been a week on the •moor you would be as brisk as a .'bee." . "Should I?" says Violet, with a /dubious laugh. "I very much doubt it; but I am willing to try the experiment." Truth to tell, if Violet Flower con- isulted her own feelings, she would far bather remain in her present comfort- fable quarters; but Ruby having con- Iflded to her a sehem* «'or visiting the imoor if possible, she has promised •not to oppose the plan, l There is a fair amount of resistance (on Mrs. Wilden's part, but her ener- •getic daughter overrules each and jevery obstacle as it is presented to her. "Her eloquence is so great in advocat- •fas a change that one would wonder, |tp hear her talk, how they have man- 'aged to exist so many summers •through at the Wilderness without ac 'quiring all the maladies to which flesh is heir. i Shell Is not present when the die- '.cussion takes place, but her indigna- Won when the plan Is unfolded to her {is unbounded. : "You don't mean to eay. Ruby, that (you are actually thinking of following i$fae Cbampleys to the moor?" she says. In a rolce of such infinite scorn fluby flushes uneasily. ' "What BQssense you talk. Shell!" she returns angrily. "You seem to have the Champleys on the brain. We are going to the moor because mamma Is in need of bracing air. IB there anything BO very extraordinary in that?" "There la something extraordinary 1n your having selected the same village," answers Shell decidedly. "It mamma wants bracing air why not |take her to the North of Devon?" "Because rooms there would be frightfully expensive; whereas the cottage on the moor is a mere trifle," responds Ruby loftily. This argument is unanswerable, .for no one knows better than Shell that their Income is not equal to any great additional strain. Peeling that any 'resistance she can offer will be futile, 'Shell shrugs her shoulders and leaves the room. Nothing remains to her now • but to strike out a separate line of action for herself. She is fully determined about one thing—wild horses • shall not drag her to Oakford. When everything is fully arranged and packing is at its height, Shell !startltB the household. • "It will be very awkard having only three bed-rooms," VI remarks In a grumbling tone, for the more she contemplates six weeiis spent away from civilization the less she likes the prospect. "Of course the servants must have one; and then we must all cram into the two others." ' "Not at all, dear," Ruby hastens to explain. "Mamma and Shell can have the big room, and you and I a little tone each; as for Mary, she can do quite well with a chair-bedstead in the kitchen." . "How delightful for Mary!" laughs Shell. "It Is to be hoped she has a letrong liking for cockroaches and crickets." "Now, please, Shell, don't go setting Mary against the arrangement," says Ruby imploringly. "Mamma, do ask her not?" "Don't be alarmed," answers Shell, with a curious little laugh. "I have not the slightest intention of interfer- ring with any of the arrangements at the cottage. They don't concern me in the least, since I sha'n't be there." "Not be there—what do you mean? Of course you will be there!" declares Ruby, looking very much astonished, "Not unless mamma insists upon it; and I am sure she won't," laughs Shell. "As you know, I have been set against the idea from the commencement, so I mean to remain here—• monarch of all I survey'—and have a right down jolly time of it all to myself." "What rubbish!" cries Ruby impa- iently. "Susan is going to be put on joard-wages; and she is to give the house a thorough cleaning during our absence." "Well, I can be put on board-wages too; and I certainly won't prevent usan from cleaning the house. I shall je out all day long," responds Shell, "Mamma, please make her go. It would seem so odd her not going," urges Ruby. But Mrs. Wilden is too easy-going :o oppose actively any of her children. Truth to tell, she rather envies Shell her coming solitude, and even expresses it as her opinion that it is pity that dreadful cottage was ever :aken. This rebellion on her indulgent mother's part is quickly talked down by Ruby, whose constant fear from the beginning has been that her scheme will ultimately fall through She knows that her mother woulc rather stay at home; she is fully aware that Violet is groaning in spirit over what she is pleased to term her "com ing exile;" so she thinks it wiser on the whole to leave Shell to her own devices, lest enlarging on the theme should stir up revolt in other anc more important quarters. Then there cornea a triumphan morning when, backed up by a vas amount of unnecessary luggage, Ruby carries off her three victims—for Mary can truthfully be reckoned in that cate gory—to enjoy the bracing air and scant accommodation of Oakmoor, Shell, as she stands on the doorste; and waves them a smiling adieu, look the impersonation of mischievous cob tentmeut. "Be sure to change the library books the moment you get them, and don't delay a single post in sending them off," entreats Violet earnestly. "And any groceries we can't get there you must send by Parcels Post," adds Ruby. "How the Oakmoor postman will bless you!" laughs Shell as she nods assent; and then, springing on to the step of the cab, she imprints a dozen hasty kisses on her mother's troubled cheek. Why does she heave a sigh, notwithstanding the brightness of the morning, as she turns to re-eate* tie house? would she be if even the most inane and common-place caller would come to break the monotony of ber endless days! But it is understood in the neighborhood that the family at the ,Wildernees are away; so from morn till night Shell wanders aimlessly about, with only the gray cat to bear her company. It is'evening. Shell is even mote desolate than her wont. Susan has asked permission to go into Mudford to make a few purchases, and already she has been absent over three hours. It is now seven o'clock, and the empty house seems to Shell's excited Imagination like a haunted place. Bhe fancies she hears hurrying through the assages. A door slams, and her heart lands still with fear. Shell however s not one to give way to morbid feel- ngs, and, rousing herself from her wok, she starts on a tour of Insped- ion through the house, shutting all windows and securely barring , all oors on her way; then, with a re- lewed sense of security, she returns o the drawing-room and determines o whiie away tho time with music. Shell is one of those sensitive folk !vho never play so well as when alone —she cannot pour her whole heart into ler music when she has listeners, w, with the house to herself, she oon becomes lost to her surroundings, ind the room echoes to such heart- itlrring strains as it rarely falls to ine's lot to hear. Suddenly however her music cornea o an end, and her heart throbs with error, for through the empty hall echoes the sonorous thunder of the )lg Iron knocker. Shell's first impulse is to take no notice—to hide herself or to make her escape by some back window; then ler natural good sense returns, and ihe laughs in a nervoua manner at her fears and with fast-beating heart advances into the hall. "Is that you, Susan?" she asks, but without unfastening the heavy chain. There comes no answer save a vigorous ring at the bell. "Who is there?" demands Shell, this Lime in a firmer tone and one more .ikely to penetrate the thick oak panels. "A messenger from Mrs. Wilden," answers a voice which is somehow familiar to Shell's'ears. With treniHintr hands she shont.s Dace tne neavj- ooits, ana. taKing aowa lie chain, opens the door. There she stands—pale, big-eyed, and scared- ooking, before—Robert Champley. "Oh, what a fright you gave me!" la her first Involuntary exclamation. "A fright! How so? What have I done?" queries her visitor, looking much surprised. 'Oh, nothing!" answers Shell, whilst the ghost of a smile flickers round her •still colorless lips. "It was my own foolishness; but I was not expecting* any one excepting Susan, and your knock frightened me. I .suppose I must be getting nervous"—with a self- depreciating little laugh. "Nervous? I should think so!" crlee Robert wonderingly. Ho has taken Tier hand in greeting, and feels it coltf fand trembling in his warm grasp. "Bu't surely you are not alone in the house? "Only for a short timo; I am expect-, g Susan back every minute," explains Shell, who feels heartily! ashamed of her late weakness. Her visitor looks grave. • "You ought not to be left alone In 'a house like this," he says very decidedly. "Why, you aro tremblinfi still!" His words remind Shell that he still has possession of her hand—with a little impatient movement she withdraws it. (To be Continued.) LABORARE EST ORARE. "Jjaborare, cst ornre," Sang a monk of ancient time; Sang it at the early matin, Sang it at the vesper chime. "Work is worship," God, my brothers, Takes our toll for homage sweet, And accepts as signs of worship, Well-worn hands and wearied feet. "Laborare est orare," Watchword of the old divine, Let us take it for our motto, Serving in this latter time; Work is worship, toll is holy, Let this thought our zeal inspire; Every deed done well and bravely, Burns with sacrificial fire. • —Anonymous. MEANING OF A SCOTCH WORB CHAPTER X. A week has passed. Shell has grown tired of her self-imposed solitude; the big, bare, echoing rooms have become hateful to her. Even the grounds seem changed and unfamiliar. The certainty that there is no chance of Interruption to her lonely musings, at first so de.ightful, now seems to fill her usually cheerful spirit with a of depression. Until robbed of all companionship she never guessed what a sociable creature she vas. H>pj>y A Couple of Stories Told to Illustrate J:.s Correct UMO. The word whammlo cannot be fully expressed by one word in English, writes a contributor of the Waverley. Like some French mots it is untranslatable. A Scottish gentleman, resident in Boston, tells a lit- ! tle story that illustrates the application of "wha-nmle." In some remote •parishes o£ Scotland it used to be a custom amon'; farming people at their tea tables to invert or "whammle" Uie cup into the saucer, as a signal that 'the tea drinker was finished, or, as we 'say in some parts of America, "through." No further pressure would avail. The juniors in those parishes iwere not encouraged to state what (they preferred for supper or tea, nor idid they sit with their elders, but 'patiently waited for a second table, when the seniors had finished. At a •'particular gathering a rough-and- : ready boy sat on a, low stool, watching ;with wolfish eyes^ his jolly and ro« 'tund mother swallowing innumerable 'cups of tea. The beverage stimulated 'the good woman's story-telling pow- ,ers, till, like Dr. Sam Johnson, she ;iost count of the cups, and the boy, .whose hopes were waning, also fan- jcied danger to his mother. He could be silent no longer, and cried out: "Hey, mither! whammle or ye'U burst!" Another still more inter- 'esting occasion on which "whammle" was illustrated I heard described by 'an old gentleman now living in Glasgow. He was, when a lad, one day watching some builders at work. Up jto the group walked a lame man, with b, pen behind bis ear, bareheaded. Ha (took hold of a pail among the build- ilng properties, and turning it ovei isaid: "When I do this what dp you call it?" The prompt reply was "Warn- blln' it ower." "Thank you, my man! •That's the word I've been trying to iget all morning." And Sir Walter fccott walked away to finish tbe *tory ibis search tor the right word had ln« terrunted. ^ Some men avoid a disagreeable task by persuading themselves that iU wv- compllahment i{ an imppeaibilitr. $ In Misfortune, $ a*** ***** a *** *»* &«*.******<* In Bettina's cottage .where she sat and spun while her childish old grandparents nodded in their chairs beside the fireplace, all was as clean as it could have been in a palace, but she had hard work to nil those two old mouths and her own also. There was no ono elso to do It. The lady at tho great house bought her flax and paid well for It. But, after all, Bettina had but two hands, and two little brown hands can not do all the world's work. 1 used to say to myself that tho time should como when Bettina should not work at all. Bettina and I had been betrothed two years. We were betrothed still, and no nearer marriage, though I had striven with all my strength. "Wait patiently," Bettina said to me sometimes.."What does it matter? We love each other; we trust each other; let us bo content." But I could not bo content. Others who were as poor as wo married and left their native land together to seek better fortunes elsewhere. Bottina would gladly have shared my fato, whatever it might have been, but tho old grandparents bound her to her cottage and her birthplace. As for me, I felt that if I would over win Bettina I must leave Savoy and go to America, where BO many of our country people had already gone, and whence they wrote letters that made our hearts beat with hope for tho future. I told Bettina ao, and though she wept, she said: "Go. Go, Bernard, and I will pray for you. It is all a girl can do." I had no fear that Bettina would forget me. I knew that the rich young farmer who so often rodo many miles to see her longed for her lovo, and wooed her with all tho art he bad, but Bettina loved me, and lovo Is adamantine. We crossed the sea in safety. I stood at last in a strange land and among strange people, but I found them not unkind. I found work at once. I spent little. Week by week the little heap In my moleskin pouch grew greater. I was gloriously happy. I wrote joyful letters to Bottina. She answered mo as hopefully. A year passed by—twelve long months. Ono more year and Bhe would come to me. I .should presn my lips to hers—all would bo forgotten but our meeting, and while I lived the old people should share our happiness. With such thoughts as these In my mind I entered tho great factory where I work one day. I said to myBclf, ao I threw off my "jacket: "At noontime I will write to Bettina." I remember thinking this. I remember crossing the long room. I remember a Budden flash and crash, and the oaths of men, and a girl's mad scream. After that nothing more, until a sense of pain awakened me and I found myself lying in the dark, with my own hand, cold and clammy, lying in a great, warm, soft hand that held it tenderly. "Where am I?" I said, and my voice sounded low and hoarse in my own ears. "Who is this?" "It IB tho doctor," said a voice. "Be calm, my friend." "It is night?" I asked. "It is night." said the voice. "Why do you not light a lamp?" He made no answer. "What has happened?" "It was an explosion," ho said after a pause. "You were hurt. There were many killed outright." "Doctor," I said, "is it night?" "It IB night," he said solemnly, "But only for me," I said. "I know It. I am smitten blind." "Try to be calm, my friend," he whispered. "It is hard—but try to bear it." All was gone—all my hope of life, and even all that I bad won in the last year. Some wretch had stolen the little moleskin pouch from my bosom. I was a beggar and blind. I prayed to die, but I lived, and at last I grew strong again. One day, as I sat by the hospital window, I formed a resolution. I said to myself: I can at least be bravo enough to spare Bettina something. I know that if she knew the truth she would grieve bitterly and remain true to me. I know that if I were Bent home, as the doctors say I might be, she would be constant forever — she would even marry me and try to feed me as she does her helplesa ones. That shall never be. I will send her word that I am dead, and then, when she has grieved awhile, youth will triumph; ehe will marry tbe young farmer who loves her BO truly, and is good as well as rich. 1 The good doctor shall write me a letter, and so as he passed I called to him and told him all. "It will be best tor her/' I said. "Jt get ber fre$. Bhe will grieve bit* terly, 1 know, tint the other lover one dny blot ottt my memory. Tell her I died with her name on my lips— I do. As I die, henrt and soul, here before you, 1 have but otio thought. It is Bettina." "She loves me even as I love her," 1 said. "I will write," he said. "Stay—come to my little office with me. We shall be quiet, and let me think. A woman can tell the story better than I, especially as it is touching and not quite true. I have a nurse here now who can break the news tenderly, I believe, If any one can." He took my hand in his aucl led mo to the room he called his office. Then he left me a niomenf, and when he returned I heard the rustle of a woman's garments following him. "This is the nurse who will write the letter." ho said. "I thank her," said I. "Be gentle, madam; Bettina has a gentle heart." "What shall I write?" she asked, almost in a whisper. "Write that I am dead," I toltl. "Write that I loved her to tho last. Write that I bade you tell her when her grief had passed to wed another and be happy." The pen moved over the paper. Soon she said: "I have written. Shall I road It to you?" "Yes, If you will, madam." "Die, unhappy sU'l! Your Bernard has perished. What is life to you any longer? IIo is dead. Had ho lived, blind or maimed or helpless In any way, there would bo hope for you. You could fly to him! you could comfort him; you could toil for him; you could Ail ftnflneloTts tramn, besrjftHl ami obtained ft men.! nt Ilia lYoihc- of Mrs. FoX,, in Toledo, O. A \vcelt Inter lie rpt,virn*> etl, offered pay for tho menl. it ml re* qtiestetl to be'lnUm as ft bonrder, ft* ho Iind secured employment. Soin^ ten dnys aftfcrwnrd ho niftrHod th* lady's tlntiffhfer, subsequently stol* flOO In cnsri from hot ftnrt jewelry tfclnod ni several h iind rod dollars, and then decamped, _ l?lfty ycoi-s ngo the nUott-nneo of paint in tho British nnty was very, small, and soracUmes the officers had to ptiy Iftvgo sums in order that thotf ships might maintain ft. decent appear- nnce. One of them resorted to » bvimovowa expedient, cither to soften the hcnrt of tho navy board, or, if that proved impossible, to express his opinion, Sir .1ohn PliUHmoro painted' ono side of his old yellow fripnto blnek' and white, nnd used the rest, of the black paint in prinl.inp on tho other- side, in larpo loUcfs, "Nouiorepaintl" Tho navy board wrote to call his attention'' to tlio Impropriety of his conduct, and slgitod thumsolvcs, as they did ofllcially, "Your nfFecUonato friends." To this Mir .lohn replied that ho could not obliterate tho ob« jectionablo letters unless ho wasplvou more paint, and Ri^tied himself, in turn, "Your aflVellonato friend, .lohn PhilHmorc." Tho imvy board then called his attention to Iho Impropriety of tho signature, to which Sir John replied, neUnowliMljrliip tho lettoi-, stating thirt ho regrollod that tha paint hud not been Ment, and ending: "I nm no longer your ull'ectlonato frlond, John 1'hllUmoro." llls/rlgato was allowed to retain her original yellow. _ _ __ bo his sunlight, awaits you. Ho Alas! no such joy Is gone. Llo down and die. This is all that you can do. Ho Is dead." "Why do you write thus?" I cried. "Who are you? How did you como by that voice? Speak!" Then I felt two little hands steal about my nock and a wot cheek touch mine, and a whisper came: "Bernard, it is I. Did you not RUOSB? Do you not know your own Bottina? Tho good doctor," sho said, "the first day of your illness found a letter you had begun to mo, and sent it with word of your misfortune, and a letter to ono who could bring mo to you 1C I desired to como. Ah, God bless him! Ho know a woman's heart better than you did. "When that letter camo my dear old grandparents wero lying dead. I only staid to look upon their graves boforo I camo to you." "I shall novor see tho sweet face that I remember BO well. But I know its beauty and its goodness and the love- light in the eyes too well to forget them. And I know that I am dearer to her for my misfortune, and I am happy."—Ex. Ornnt Wnn»orn Jiicroimc. Tho carnhign of Chit-ago Great Western It nil way for tho ilrst, weolc In January, 1801), Hliow an increase of 813,053J 4, and for tho second week 817,857.79 ovor corresponding weeks la January, 1898. Total increase slnco beginning of fiscal year (July 1st) to date, 9i82,800.aO. aro people who have either no originality or too much. "Our Bimthorn SUtow." A handsomely Illustrated booklet bearing this title has juat boon issued] by tho Passenger Department of th» Chicago & Eastern Illinois II. H. It IB roploto with descriptive matter of Interest to tourists going to Cuba and Porto Rico and contains! many Illustrations of places of noto In tho Wotit IndloB An important feature of tho booklet is description of tho two fast 'dally through trains run by this com- .pany and tho route traversed, choice 'of which is given to tourists. Copy will be sent free on application to 0. TJ Stone, General PuBBOiigor Ticket John Ilolnhocl, of Kan Francisco, tried to commit nulcldo by inhaling illuminating- gaw. A friend discovered his condition, and ho was revived. Tho gaB, however, caused tho forma- Cliiiruotor In liyobrown. '"Tls all very well for a girl to plumo herself upon her pretly eyebrows," nald an expert physiognomist tho other day, "but I, who have boon studying character for years, liavo perhaps a rather different point of view. Eyebrows show character, and tho wise man will take note of thorn when choosing his frlendH. Eyebrows, for instance, that aro wide apart denote a frank, generous, unsuspicious and Impulsive nature. When they moot one may bo protty Hiiro that their owner's temperament Is ardent but jealous and HUHnlolous, says a contributor to the Record. Eyebrows which aro elevated at Htarllng and continue in long, Bweeping linos over the eyes with a downward tendency Indicate artlHtlc feeling. "Straight eyebrowH, forming a firmly defined line oloae to the eyes, denote great determination and will power. Those which begin rather strongly and terminate abruptly without passing beyond the eyes show an Impatient and irascible nature, "Sensitiveness and tenderness are indicated by slightly arched eyebrows, at tho temples. The eyebrows of people utterly devoid of mathematical and firmness of purpoae and kindness of heart by those which aro straight at the beginning and aro rather arched power are raised at tho termination, leaving a wide space between them and the corners of the eyes. On the other hand, if they are close to the eyes at the end mathematical talent may generally be uafely assumed, "Eyebrows of tho same color as the hair show constancy, flrrnneHH and resolution; if lighter than the hair they denote indecision and weakness; while if darker wo may probably be right In our surmise that their owner it* of an ardent, passionate and inconstant disposition. "An energetic and easily Irritated nature IB shown by the hair growing in different directions; while short, close-lying nalr, growing in one direction, Indicates a firm rnind and good perceptions. An ardent but tender nature is shown by the hair being soft and fine. When the hair of the eyebrows haa a downward droop BO that it almost meets the lashes when the eyes are widely opened tenderness and melancholy are betrayed. The nearer the eyebrows are to the eyes the firmer and more earnest tho character, while the more remote the more volatile and flighty IB the nature of their owner. , tion of a blood-clot in his heart, and after his restoration to eoiiHcioimnoss tho clot moved to an artery in the right leg. Gangrene ensued and tho limb had to bo ampulat.ivl. Itultlmnro & Ohio. From time to time articles appear In various papers about tho no-called "Hill control" of Baltimore & Ohio, together with oxhauHtlvo details of various struggles which aro supposed' to be in progress between Mr. Hill and other people In the Baltimore & Ohio board. The dclallB of these atrug* gles arc very IntorcHting, but are opon to the criticism that they have no existence, in fact. Tho plain facts of the matter are, first that Mr. Hill dons not control Baltimore & Ohio, nor lias he at any time cxprcBHccl any doslro or taken any Htcps In that direction; eccond, that there has at no time been any differences of opinion between Mr. Hill and tho Baltimore & Ohio people with regard to a eelectlon of general manager, the selection of Mr. Underwood being BatlHfactory to everybody; and third, that the delay in regard to Mr. Underwood's acceptance of the general managership of Baltimore & Ohio was duo to matters connected with tho Soo Line more than anything elso. It Is pretty well understood here that Mr. Hill was Invited to interest himBolf in Baltimore & Ohio, on the theory that ho could be of great service to the property &a an adviaer, and to this end be, with some of his friends, purchased a substantial interest In the preferred stock of the company. This interest la nowhere near a controlling Interest, but is still very large. It may be said without fear of contradiction, that there is en- tiro harmony In Baltimore & Ohio circles from top to bottom. Some women age themselves trying to look young, The Nuttonal UupHul. The eyes of the world ar? now centered on Washington, The best line between Chicago and the national capital is the Monon Route. C. H. & D. Ry., B. & O. S, W. and B, & O. Through sleepers leave Chicago dally at 2:45 a. m. (ready In Dearborn station at 9:30 p. m.), arriving at Cincinnati at 11:20 a, m., Washington, at 6:47 a. m. and Baltimore 7:50 a. m. This is the most comfortable and convenient train for the east running out of Chicago. __ r _^_ _____ Satan invariably smiles when a woman falls in love with the wrong man. Not 8ncU a Jewel After All, Mrs Blmby~Why did you leave your former mlatreBB? Applicant—I Hlapned hoi' face for asking me fur u Kl««. Mrs. Blmby (trlumiiuautly) *#* you are engaged. Applicant—TtoMlfc body bttt a fool PERSONftlLY TOURIST EXCURSIONS every 1 Springs and Seen to and Los. ABgeKes, Southern Bout»l«^V«pbl.e»gQ ev vis Kansas City, ft- Worth ? rsday via C to to Suu

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