The Ownership
<br />of Ptolemy
<br />Caesar.
<br />By LEONARD FRANK ADAMS.
<br />Copyrighted, 1908, by Jessie Morgan.
<br />Ravenor stood in the library in
<br />the luxury of early morning negll
<br />A gorgeous bathrobe swathed his
<br />frame from his chin to his heels.
<br />feet were thrust into a pair of c
<br />fortable looking Turkish slippers.
<br />tween his lips was a cigarette, d
<br />drafts of which he inhaled thou
<br />fully as he eyed the man in the ch
<br />by the window. The latter was
<br />sponsible for Ravenor's appeara
<br />downstairs at this unseemly hour.
<br />Ravenor's early caller was not
<br />possessing. Indeed, he was distin
<br />otherwise. His eyes were small,
<br />tery blue and shifty. His underj
<br />was weak, and his seedy clothes
<br />frayed linen were none too clean
<br />side him, its own smart appearance
<br />striking contrast to the man's gene
<br />out at the elbows air, crouched a B
<br />ton terrier.
<br />"Want to sell me the pup, I suppos
<br />Ravenor said pleasantly. "That's w
<br />you're here, isn't it? That's why y
<br />got me out of bed at this un -Christ
<br />hour?"
<br />The man nodded hopefully.
<br />"Sure," he admitted. "I thou
<br />you'd like a chance at '!m so long'
<br />got to raise the dough."
<br />"Where'd you get him?" Raven
<br />asked sharply.
<br />"Raised 'Im from a pup, e'elp
<br />the man responded glibly. "An'
<br />wonld>}'t be sellin' 'im if I didn't n
<br />the coin the worst way. I 'eard
<br />'ow you was open for a good trade
<br />'Is line, so I brought 'im round. '
<br />all right, now, ain't 'e? Stand up,
<br />emy, an' give the gent a good look
<br />you."
<br />The dog obediently stood up,
<br />Ravenor's eyes lighted with lntere
<br />There could be no denying that Pto
<br />emy was a fine specimen of his breed
<br />His clean cut head, his well shap
<br />shoulders, even his crooked little to
<br />all bespoke that.
<br />"I got '!s pedigree 'ere on this p
<br />per," the man observed, drawing
<br />dirty envelope from his pocket.
<br />"Oh, never mind that," Ravenor
<br />plied, with a meaning grin. "What d
<br />you want for him?"
<br />"I'd ougbter get fifty, an"e's
<br />cheap at that"
<br />"Tell you what I'll do—I'll give y
<br />thirty."
<br />The man shrugged his shoulders. '
<br />can't be too fussy, boas," he said. '
<br />need the money, an' I need it bad. S
<br />long as I know 'e's goin' into
<br />'ands I guess there ain't nothin' for m
<br />to do but to take you up, though it'
<br />most like givin' 'Im to you at tha
<br />price."
<br />Ravenor counted out the bills an
<br />banded them to the man, who ran th
<br />over with grimy fingers and departed,
<br />with a sigh and a sorrowful glance
<br />the dog's direction, both of which we
<br />rather overdone.
<br />Once the front door had closed
<br />hind him, Ravenor tossed his cigare
<br />into the fireplace and pressed the bas
<br />ton on the wall.
<br />"Annie," he said to the second girl
<br />who answered his summons,)"I've j
<br />bought this pup. He answers to th
<br />name of- Ptolemy. Take him do
<br />stairs and give him a feed; then l
<br />him out in the back yark. Pm goin
<br />upstairs. You may call me at 10."
<br />Ravenor went upstairs to resume
<br />interrupted slumbers, and Ptolemy
<br />having fared sumptuously at the hands
<br />of the cook, was turned loose in the
<br />back yard, where he galloped about
<br />gleefully, enjoying a rare half hour's
<br />sport with a bit of trailing clothesline
<br />and making desperate endeavors to
<br />catch the sparrows which now and
<br />again fluttered Into the yard.
<br />It was perhaps three-quarters of an
<br />hour after the sale that a cautions whis-
<br />tle sounded from the alley side of the
<br />high fence which inclosed the back
<br />yard. Ptolemy, with a yelp of joy, an-
<br />swered it. The back gate swung noise-
<br />lessly open, just far enough for the dog
<br />to squeeze through. He was gathered
<br />up by the seedy man who had inter-
<br />viewed Ravenor in the library, thrust
<br />uncermoniously beneath his coat and
<br />borne down the alley at a shuffling run.
<br />Therefore when Ravenor made his
<br />appearance at 11 o'clock no Ptolemy an-
<br />swered his repeated whistlings. Annie
<br />and the cook protested weepingly their
<br />complete mystification in the dog's dis-
<br />appearance. Sure, they had thought
<br />him right in the yard all the time, they
<br />declared. He'd been chasing the spar-
<br />rows and yelping there not ten minutes
<br />since. Ravenor searched the back
<br />yard thoroughly, the tool house, the lit-
<br />tle shed that held the ash barrels, even
<br />the coil of hose that lay in one corner,
<br />but no trace of his recent purchase
<br />could he find.
<br />After lunch he went downtown to
<br />pat an advertisement of his loss in the
<br />paper. The afternoon being particu-
<br />larly fine, he decided to walk home.
<br />He had reached the little square where
<br />Norwood street crosses the avenue and
<br />was striding briskly past the statue in
<br />the center of the diminutive park when
<br />a dog in full cry after a flock of elusive
<br />sparrows dashed past him.
<br />There could be no mistaking that
<br />head, those clean cat shoulders, the
<br />distinctive markings of the neck and
<br />flank. Ravenor started in pursuit of
<br />the dog.
<br />"Here, you, Ptolemy, Ptolemy! Come
<br />here! Come here, I says" he cried.
<br />The dog stopped, seemed to debate
<br />for a moment, then came toward Ra-
<br />venor, wriggling his twisted stump of a
<br />tail in ridiculous apology.
<br />"Nice way you deserted me this
<br />morning, wasn't it?" said Ravenor se-
<br />verely. "Come on with me now. No
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<br />He started homeward, the dog fol-
<br />lowing meekly at his heels, but before
<br />he reached the other side of the park
<br />he caught the quick tread of Light foot-
<br />falls. An agitated voice close behind
<br />him was saying, "Oh, I beg your par-
<br />don."
<br />He swung about to find himself face
<br />to face with Katherine Gray. Ravenor
<br />unconsclou.oly stiffened. It was ti, true
<br />disconcerting to come thus abrupt1e
<br />I upon a girl with whom be had quer-
<br />reled but a short week before—a girl
<br />who before that quarrel had been the
<br />dubject of big everyday dream.
<br />The girl Netts equally surprised and
<br />embarrassed. She caught her breath
<br />in a little gasp, and the quick color
<br />mounted her cheeks. Almost instant-
<br />ly, however, she had recovered her
<br />poise.
<br />"I'm sorry to trouble you," she said
<br />coldly. "I merely came for my dog. 1
<br />saw he was following you."
<br />"Your dog!" said Ravenor.
<br />"My dog," she repeated.
<br />Ravenor looked uncomfortable, bu
<br />he faced her resolutely.
<br />"There must be a mistake abou
<br />this," said he. "I'm very sure he':
<br />mine."
<br />"Tours?"
<br />"Let me prove it to you. He know:
<br />his name. Here, Ptolemy."
<br />The dog came obediently to Rave
<br />nor's side. IIe sat down and looked
<br />up expectantly.
<br />The girl gasped. "I don't under
<br />stand it," she said. "Now let me try
<br />the same proof. Here, Caesar."
<br />The dog trotted over to her and re
<br />peated his maneuvers.
<br />"Good heavens!" said Ravenor, utter
<br />ly bewildered for the moment Ther
<br />suddenly he bad an Inspiration.
<br />"Did you buy him recently?" ht
<br />asked.
<br />"This afternoon," she confessed.
<br />"Of a seedy, shifty eyed man?"
<br />She nodded.
<br />Ravenor drew a long breath; then he
<br />laughed. "That explains it," he de-
<br />clared.
<br />e.clared. "I bought him of the same
<br />man at 7 this morning."
<br />"Oh!" said thegirl; then she, too, fell
<br />to laughing.
<br />"Come," said Ravenor at length "lel
<br />me walk home with you, and there
<br />we'll decide who has the better claim
<br />to Caesar or Ptolemy, or whatever his
<br />name !s."
<br />It was a long talk they had before a
<br />roaring fire in the cozy hall. It settled
<br />many points besides the ownership of
<br />the dog. When it was finished it was
<br />twilight, and two very contented young
<br />people were enjoying their rightful
<br />heritage of happiness again.
<br />"And about the dog?" Ravenor sug-
<br />gested when he finally arose to leave.
<br />"You take him," she said. "He's
<br />really yours by right of priority. You
<br />bought him first."
<br />"I'll tell you," Ravenor said, with
<br />conviction. "Let's call him Ptolemy
<br />Caesar and own him jointly, and—and
<br />—let's—er—well, fix It so we can have
<br />him with us both, you know. Will
<br />yon, Katherine?"
<br />The girl fell to laughing until the
<br />tears rolled down her cheeks.
<br />"Oh, what a way of putting it!" she
<br />cried, but there was a light in her
<br />eyes that brought Ravenor to her side.
<br />And the newly christened Ptolemy
<br />Caesar leaped about them with yelps
<br />of joy.
<br />Forecastle Gourmets, Peeving Hie Mott.
<br />"Seouse, or lob scouse, a parson's
<br />face sea pie, junk, tack, slush and duffis morning?
<br />l, a
<br />"Weir," exclaimed the mWionatre, Bathing a Plrin
<br />"collet do you want th George IV, while princeo. and .residing
<br />there s a meal ye can't beat no-
<br />wheres," seld the sailor.
<br />"Yes," he went on, "ye can talk
<br />about yer ris de veau, yer vol au vent,
<br />yer mouses and other French Mahe',
<br />but they ain't none o' them 1P it with
<br />sea fare dished up by a good sea law-
<br />yer.
<br />"Scouse is soup, soup made o' salt
<br />beef. Add some good sea vegetables
<br />to it, sitch as spud sprouts and split
<br />/'peas, and ye get an extra fine soup,
<br />what 18 gener'ly called lob scouse. Pot
<br />au feu is slops beside a rich lob scouse.
<br />"Foller up yer scouse with a parson's
<br />face sea pie. That's a pie madd,of bul-
<br />1 lock's head- Good? Why, friend,
<br />there ain't nothin' like It on earth.
<br />"Junk is salt beef. Junk ain't no
<br />brain food. It don't strengthen the
<br />mind like a correspondence course, but,
<br />by tar, I'd ruther have It than caneton
<br />a is presse or a supreme de sole.
<br />"Tack and slush is the sailor'ti bread
<br />and butter. What if ye do have to
<br />break yer tack with a tack hammer,
<br />and what if yer slush is sometimes
<br />strong enough to queer the compass?
<br />Sailors need strong food, for they must
<br />do their work."—Cincinnati Enquirer.
<br />Canning's Wedding.
<br />I was to be best man, and Pitt, Can-
<br />ning and Mr. Leigh, who was to read
<br />the service, dined with me before the
<br />marriage, which was to take place in
<br />Brook street We had a coach to drive
<br />there, and as we went through that
<br />narrow part, near what was then Swal-
<br />low street, a fellow drew up against
<br />the wall to avoid being run over and,
<br />peering into the coach, recognised Pitt
<br />and saw Mr. Leigh, who was in full
<br />canonicals, sitting opposite him.
<br />The fellow exclaimed, "What, Billy
<br />Pitt, and with a parson too?"
<br />I said, "He thinks you are going to
<br />Tyburn to be hanged privately," which
<br />was Tether impudent of me, but Pitt
<br />was too much absorbed, I believe, in
<br />thinking of the marriage to be angry.
<br />After the ceremony he was so nerv-
<br />ous that he could not sign as witness,
<br />and Canning whispered to me to sign
<br />without waiting for him. He regarded
<br />the marriage as the one thing needed
<br />to give Canning the position necessary
<br />to lead a party, and this was the
<br />cause of his anxiety about it, which I
<br />would not have believed had I not wit-
<br />nessed it, though I knew how warm
<br />was the regard he had for Canning.
<br />Had Canning been Pitt's own son I do
<br />not think he could have been more in-
<br />terested in all that related to his mar-
<br />rlage•—"Letters of John Hookham
<br />Frere."
<br />Killing a King.
<br />In all monarchies the killing of the
<br />king or emperor, the Law Journal of
<br />London points out, "is perhaps the
<br />gravest form of high treason." The
<br />Journal adds: "In one country, Italy,
<br />sentence of death cannot be imposed,
<br />and in Portugal we believe that capi-
<br />tal punishment la not used, if not abol-
<br />ished. Under the law of treason of
<br />the 'United Kingdom, ughich has been
<br />applied to most of the king's domin-
<br />ions abroad, with or without statutory
<br />modifications, the killing of the king
<br />is a capital offence by the statute of
<br />treasons. It is there described as 'com-
<br />passing or Imagining the death of our
<br />lord the king.' By later legislation (of
<br />1800) the elaborate provisions special
<br />to trials for treason do not apply to as-
<br />sassination of the sovereign or a direct
<br />attempt on his life, and such offenses
<br />are tried in the same manner as willful
<br />murder. The result is that in sub-
<br />stance, though not in form, the killing
<br />of the sovereign 1s triable and punish-
<br />able in the same manner as the willfui
<br />murder of a subject, but the crown
<br />may direct the execution to be by de
<br />capitation instead of hanging."
<br />Where Politeness Doesn't Pay.
<br />"French and German hats," said a
<br />hatter, "only last half as long as ,ours.
<br />It isn't the poor quality of the hats,
<br />but the fine quality of the manners,
<br />that causes this. Lifting the hat in sal-
<br />utation is the hardest work that falls
<br />on the headpiece, and the French and
<br />Germans lift it to men and women
<br />equally, thus giving it twice as much
<br />labor as we do. Naturally, then, it
<br />wears out twice as quickly. It goes in
<br />the brim in no time over the water."—
<br />Cincinnati Enquirer.
<br />Advice to a Wife.
<br />Advice is often too good to be taken,
<br />but a very agreeable variety was once
<br />given by James Russell Lowell to a
<br />young woman about to be married,
<br />"Always give your husband—your own
<br />wae." —
<br />A Little Card Trick.
<br />A Russian priest was so devoted to
<br />the amusement of card playing that
<br />he played up to the Last moment be -
<br />tore commencing the church services.
<br />On one occasion, having a particularly
<br />good hand dealt him, he thrust the
<br />cards into his pocket, intending to re-
<br />turn and finish the game after the
<br />service. Unluckily the cards fell out
<br />on the church floor, to the extreme
<br />scandal of the congregation. The wit-
<br />ty priest, however, was fully equal to
<br />the occasion. At the eonclusiou of the
<br />service he beckoned up one of the
<br />choristers and asked him the name* of
<br />several of the cards, which the boy
<br />knew correctly. He then suddenly
<br />asked the lad the name of the next
<br />saint's day, which the child could not
<br />tell.
<br />"Seel" cried the priest, turning to
<br />the congregation. "You teach your
<br />children the names Of every card In
<br />the pack and leave them ignorant of
<br />their religion. Let this be the last
<br />time I am compelled to bring playing
<br />cards into the church to shame you."
<br />And picking up his hand he made an
<br />honorable retreat—London Answers.
<br />A Bad Break.
<br />"It beats the Dutch," said a young
<br />broker, "how much trouble a fellow's
<br />wife's most charming girl friend can
<br />make for a fellow—or for a fellow's
<br />wife." Then he explained what ap-
<br />peared to be greatly to need of ex-
<br />planation. "I went home for dinner
<br />the other night," he continued, "with
<br />a friend wbo was married recently.
<br />The wife's old chum was there and
<br />met the husband for the first time.
<br />"'Really; she said on presentation,
<br />'I quite feel that I have known you.
<br />You see, that picture of yours in foot-
<br />ball costume that Jennie always kept
<br />on her dresser so long was very fa-
<br />miliar to me.'
<br />"Say, you ought to have seen the
<br />face of that friend of mine. But he
<br />finally found his voice.
<br />"'But, my dear Miss Smith,' he re-
<br />plied, 'I never was a football player
<br />and never had on a football costume.'
<br />"Then you should have seen Miss
<br />Smith's face."—New York Globe.
<br />Animals Are Not Proud.
<br />Professor Schuster asserts that ani-
<br />mals lack moral feeling entlrely, none
<br />of their acts being immoral or moral in
<br />the broad sense, and that they have no
<br />trace of a sense of shame or of honor.
<br />Their courage, he declares, is "a mere
<br />Impulse of nature," and of moral cow
<br />-
<br />age they know nothing. He continues:
<br />"And animals have no pride In the
<br />sense of man's conception of that qual-
<br />ity. They are not proud of their kind,
<br />of their kindred, of their individuality.
<br />They neither have an individuality nor
<br />are individual. Animals are not proud
<br />because they have no consciousness of
<br />the scope of the. value of their kind, of
<br />their enterprise or of any other form
<br />of their capability. They are neither
<br />supercilious, proud nor the contrary—
<br />that is, grieved, wounded or depressed
<br />in regard to a possible pride."
<br />Where Beggars Have Trades Unions.
<br />Begging is a vocation In China and
<br />beggary an institution. In every prov-
<br />ince there is an organized beggars'
<br />trade union or guild—in some districts
<br />several. These guilds have presidents
<br />and officials and are in every respect
<br />thoroughly well organized. There is
<br />a membership fee of about IH, and all
<br />members swear to abide by the rules.
<br />The chiefs, or "kings," as they are
<br />called, are under the protection of the
<br />magistrates, and their power In con-
<br />siderable.—Wide World Magazine.
<br />The Age of Artificial Beauty.
<br />Writers on topics concerning wom-
<br />en's matters would fain have us be-
<br />lieve that the present is the age of
<br />beauty. The fact is that never before
<br />have the arta of artificiality been so
<br />widely adopted among all classes as
<br />they are today.—London Opinion.
<br />Sam Weller.
<br />It was Sam Weller who made Dick-
<br />ens famous. "Pickwick Papers" were
<br />a complete failure financially until this
<br />unique character was introduced. The
<br />press was all but unanimous in prais-
<br />ing Samival as an entirely original
<br />character whom none but a great gen-
<br />as could have created. Dickens re-
<br />ceived over $16,000 for "Pickwick Pa-
<br />pers," and at the age of twenty-six he
<br />was incomparably the most popular
<br />author of his day.—London Standard.
<br />Tame Your Rattlesnakes.
<br />A tame rattlesnake belonging to an
<br />Arizona farmer sleeps every night on
<br />the front gate of its owner's garden,
<br />coiling himself around the gate and
<br />gatepost, so that a lock and chain to
<br />keep out Intruders are not needed.—
<br />Pittsburg Dispatch.
<br />Foiled.
<br />"Ah!" said Bragley, with a view to
<br />making Miss Wise jealous. "I wu
<br />alone last evening with some one I ad-
<br />mire very much."
<br />"Ahr echoed the bright girl "Alone,
<br />were your—Philadelphia Press.
<br />"I've come again to ask for your
<br />daughter," said the poor but ambitious
<br />young man,
<br />"Haven't 1 told you six times over
<br />on as many
<br />oat of the question? What do iyou
<br />mean by bothering me in this way?
<br />You are making a nuisance of your -
<br />Self!"
<br />"If 1 seem to be more persistent than
<br />circumstances warrant, I must insist
<br />that you, sir, are to blame."
<br />"Me!" shouted the indignant old man.
<br />"I don't understand you."
<br />"There," said the man who loved his
<br />daughter as he pointed to a motto over
<br />Use banker's desk, "Is my excuse for
<br />coming here day after day, 'If at first
<br />you don't succeed, try, try, try again,'
<br />Do you believe in that sentiment, or
<br />have you put It up there simply to de-
<br />ceive people?"
<br />After he had scratched his head
<br />awhile the mean old plutocrat said:
<br />"Yes, I believe in that I haven't
<br />succeeded yet In making yen under-
<br />stand that my daughter shall not be-
<br />come the wife of a fool, but I am going
<br />to keep on trying till I do! Good morn-
<br />ing!"
<br />And that time he did it—Strand
<br />Magazine.
<br />What the Cat Had.
<br />The teacher of the Sunday school
<br />class was telling the little boys about
<br />temptation and showing how it some-
<br />times came in the most attractive form.
<br />She used as an illustration the paw of
<br />a cat.
<br />"Now," said she, "you have all seen
<br />the paw of a cat It is as soft as vel-
<br />vet, isn't it?'
<br />"Yessum," from the close,
<br />"And you have seen the paw of a
<br />dog?"
<br />"Yesaum"
<br />"Well, although the cat's paw seems
<br />like velvet, there L nevertheless con-
<br />cealed In It something that hurts. What
<br />is itr
<br />No answer.
<br />"The dog bites," said the teacher,
<br />"when be is in anger. But what does
<br />the cat do?"
<br />"Scratches," said a boy,
<br />"Correct." said the teacher, nodding
<br />her bead approvingly. "Now, what has
<br />the cat got that the dog hasn't?'
<br />"Whiskers!" said a boy on the back
<br />seat—Home Magazine,
<br />Bible Blunders.
<br />Some curious errors have crept into
<br />the Bible at various times, giving
<br />names to the editions containing them.
<br />Here are some instances: The "Un-
<br />righteous" Bible, from the misprint
<br />"the 'unrighteous' shall inherit the
<br />kingdom; the "Placemakers' " Bible,
<br />"blessed are the placemakers' " (peace-
<br />makers); the "Printers' " Bible. "the
<br />'printers' (for princes) have persecuted
<br />me;" the "Treacle" Bible, "Is there no
<br />`treacle' (balm) in Gilead?' the "Vin-
<br />egar" Bible, "the parable of the 'vine-
<br />gar' " (vineyard); the "Bug" Bible,
<br />"thou shalt not be afraid of 'bugs'
<br />(bogies) by nigtlt;' the "Breeches" Bi-
<br />ble, "they sewed fig leaves together
<br />and `made themselves 'breeches; " the
<br />"Idle" Bible, "woe to the `idle " (idol),
<br />and finally the "Wooden Leg" Testa-
<br />ment, so called from the frontispiece
<br />depicting Satan limping with a wooden
<br />leg.
<br />Just a Fish Story.
<br />We cannot refrain from recording
<br />the most curious capture of a fish that
<br />has come to our notice. Tbe circum-
<br />stance was retailed many years ago by
<br />Mr. Heathcote, one of the great au-
<br />thorities on the tens. A Mr. Richard-
<br />son of Peterborough was skating on
<br />the dikes when the ice was very clear,
<br />and be noticed a large pike swimming
<br />in front of him. The Esh was terrified
<br />by the apparition and swam in front of
<br />the skater until It stopped from sheer
<br />exhaustion. The skater broke the ice
<br />and took out the fish with his hand,
<br />which proved to be a pike weighing
<br />twelve pounds. It is a story difficult
<br />even for a fisherman or a local histo-
<br />rian to cap.—London Outlook.
<br />Not Disturbed.
<br />Nassau William Senior, the English
<br />political economlat, was a frequent
<br />guest of Lord Lansdowne at Lans-
<br />downe
<br />anedowne House and on one occasion wait
<br />busily writing, quite abstracted as
<br />usual, in a room full of company when
<br />Tom Moore was singing. The scratch
<br />of his pen was not an agreeable ac-
<br />companiment and at last 'one of the'
<br />company asked very politely, "You are
<br />not fond of music, Mr. Senior?' "No,"
<br />he replied, "but it does not dlaturb
<br />me in the least , Pray go on."
<br />Careful About Worry.
<br />A physician was recently attending a
<br />patient whose husband came to see
<br />him concerning her condition and
<br />greeted him with the words, "Mr.
<br />Irving, do you, think there is any need
<br />for any unnecessary- auxtety about my
<br />Wife?"—Argonaut.
<br />A Losing 6cheme,
<br />"They tell me that poor .lolly is a
<br />victim of bis own gu•e$ fellowship."
<br />"That's so. He Inst his own health
<br />1n drinking other people's."—Baltimore
<br />American,
<br />The Coop.
<br />'This fiat Is a mere coop."
<br />"Yes, John," said his wife sweetly,
<br />"and the cook has just flew It"—Pitta-
<br />O+r. ..e•
<br />Guessed It.
<br />Guest (suhpieluusly eying the Bat-
<br />tened pillows and the crimpled
<br />sheets)—Look here. landlord, this bed
<br />hu been slept in' Landlord (trium-
<br />phantly) --That's what It's meant tor!
<br />Renovated.
<br />Puffer—What's happened to my meer-
<br />schaum pipe? Mrs. Puffer—Why, dear,
<br />I noticed It was getting awfully brown
<br />and discolored, so I put a coat of that
<br />white enamel on It
<br />Variety.
<br />Mato,—Why do you make some of
<br />your pies round and some of them
<br />square? Wife—Because my husband
<br />bee been complaining of sameness of
<br />his diet lately.
<br />In his Brighton palace kept In his bed-
<br />room a portrait of Mrs. Gunn, an old
<br />bathing woman who used to dip him
<br />into the sea when be was the little
<br />Prince of Wales. A picture book mucb
<br />prized by children showed the old lady
<br />bathing the little fellow. Beneath the
<br />picture was this stanza:
<br />To Brighton came l»,
<br />Came George the Thlyd'a eon,
<br />To be dipped In the sea
<br />By the famed Martha Gunn.
<br />A companion portrait, to Martha
<br />Gunn's was that of Thomas Smoaker,
<br />wbo had charge of the horse which
<br />drew the bathing machines into and
<br />out of the sea. One day the little roy-
<br />al
<br />oyal highness, having learned to swim,
<br />swam out farther than Thomas judged
<br />to be sate. He called to him to come
<br />back, but tho self willed boy struck
<br />out with more vigor. Thomas went
<br />after the prince, overtook him, seized
<br />him by an ear and drew high to shore.
<br />"Do you think," he replied to the
<br />boy's angry words, "I'm a -going to get
<br />myself hanged for letting the king's
<br />heir drown hlsself just to please a
<br />youngster like you?'
<br />Only a Dodge.
<br />An insurance expert was relating in
<br />Chicago some oddities of Insurance,
<br />"And then," sold the expert, "there
<br />was that case Of the general store man
<br />in Ohio. Thla man's store burned
<br />down, and, because his stock was so
<br />heavy, the company disputed his claim.
<br />I remember one item in his stock list -
<br />17,500 mourning hatbands, Wheu I
<br />came to thls Item I thumped it with
<br />my pencil and said to the storekeeper
<br />severely:
<br />"'Look here, this is unreasonable.
<br />Why should you have had 17,500
<br />mourning hatbands in stock? «'hal
<br />poesibillty was there that death would
<br />create In a single small shop like yours
<br />a demand for 17,500 mourning hat-
<br />bands?'
<br />"The storekeeper smiled at me in a
<br />condescending way and replied:
<br />"'I didn't keep those hatbands tot
<br />men who grieved for the death of retie
<br />tives or friends, but for men who went
<br />Into mourning for the grease on their
<br />hats.' "—Boston Globe,
<br />Misfires of Young Idea,
<br />Air usually has no weight, but when
<br />placed In a barometer it Is found to
<br />weigh about fifteen pounds a square
<br />inch.
<br />If a small bole were bored In the top
<br />of a barometer tube, the mercury
<br />would shoot up In a column thirty feet
<br />high.
<br />A right angle is 90 degrees F.
<br />Hydrogen is colorless, odorless and
<br />insolvent.
<br />A cuckoo is a thing that turns from
<br />a butterfly foto a moth.
<br />Horsepower is the distance a horse
<br />can carry one pound of water in an
<br />hour.
<br />The earth revolves on Its own axle
<br />865 times in twenty-four hours. This
<br />rapid motion through space causes its
<br />sides to perspire, forming dew.—Unl•
<br />versity Correspondent.
<br />Senate and Lords.
<br />The British house of lords Is a sur-
<br />vival of the ancient aristocracy of the
<br />kingdom, which for a long time was
<br />supreme in all national matters. When
<br />the democratic sentiment won a place
<br />for itself in the shape of the house of
<br />commons the natural and apparently
<br />indestructible conservatism of the Brit -
<br />fah people held on to the house of lords
<br />as a check upon the commons and a
<br />perpetual reminder of the ancient insti-
<br />tution. The senate of the United States
<br />was the result of the compromise
<br />struck between the Nationalists and
<br />States' Rights parties in the convention
<br />that formed the constitution. Some
<br />were for merging the representatives
<br />in a single body, while otters Insisted
<br />upon the second chamber (the senate)
<br />as a recognition of the political equality
<br />of the states,
<br />Lacked Something.
<br />"You Germans have no sense of hu-
<br />mor," said an American.
<br />"Try me and see," said the German.
<br />"Well," said the American, "you
<br />know America is the home of very
<br />large things—the highest mountains,
<br />the greatest waterfalls"—
<br />"Oh, yes, yes, yes," said the German.
<br />"And our trees," continued the Amer-
<br />ican, "are so tall that In order to see to
<br />the top of them one man looks as far
<br />up as he can, and another man begins
<br />where the first man leaves off and
<br />looks up to the top."
<br />"But dat vass no joke; dat vasa a
<br />ms"
<br />A Boston Correction.
<br />/Bikini had recently moved from New
<br />York to Boston. The other morning be
<br />went to the butcher's.
<br />"Give me a nice porterhouse," he or-
<br />dered-
<br />"Extremely sorry, sir," said the pro-
<br />prietor of the establishment urbanely,
<br />"but we are not giving anything away
<br />this morning."—Harper'■ Weekly,
<br />The Truth.
<br />Fear is not in the habit of speaking
<br />truth. When perfect sincerity is ex-
<br />pected, perfect wisdom must be allow-
<br />ed. Nor has any one who Is apt to be
<br />angry when he hears the truth any
<br />cause to wonder that he does not hear
<br />tt—Tacltus,
<br />Too Healthy.
<br />"Do you believe that mosquitoes car-
<br />ry malaria?"
<br />"Not the mosquitoes around here,"
<br />answered Farmer CorntoseeL "They
<br />couldn't possibly do it and be so
<br />healthy,"—Washington Star.
<br />Persistency is the road to success.
<br />The only known exception to this rule
<br />Is the case of a hen sitting on a china
<br />egg.—Exchange.
<br />Worth Two mon.
<br />"Len made the glee elnb."
<br />"Why, his voice is cracked."
<br />"I know, bot It split the other night,
<br />and he's singing duets now."—Yale
<br />Record.
<br />And Now He Doesn't.
<br />Howell—Do you like congregational
<br />Jesters must be cosbnt to tuts ofI singing? Powell -I did until tbo atethat broth.—Latta Proverb. 1* our
<br />• Coincidence.
<br />The strange story told by a default•
<br />tng debtor of his being recognised atter
<br />he bad • been for six years trying to
<br />live down the past is not so strange a
<br />story as one which came within the
<br />keu of Professor Jowett. A good than
<br />went wrong, was caught and sentenced
<br />at Liverpool to imprisonment After
<br />the sinner had served his term Jowett
<br />and others helped him, and be obtained
<br />a colonial editorship where his past
<br />was unknown. He did well; wan a
<br />new ratan. One day a tornado swept
<br />off tltc roof of his office. Under the
<br />roof was discovered a batch of old
<br />English papers which bad -been placed
<br />there and forgotten after the mall had
<br />brought them. Ile set memhers of bis
<br />staff to work to get out of the derelicts
<br />anything which might be futerestlug
<br />enough to print Tbe first thing that
<br />they found was a full report of the
<br />trial and eouvicUon of the man him-
<br />self, their editor, at Liverpool all those
<br />years before. --St. James' Gazette.
<br />Pants and Trousers.
<br />Everybody talks well when he talks
<br />in the way he likes, the way he can't
<br />help, the way he never thinks of. The
<br />rest is effort and pretense, The man
<br />who says "trousers" because be likes
<br />to say it and the man who says "pants"
<br />because be likes to say it are both
<br />good fellows with whom a frank soul
<br />could fraternize, but the man who says
<br />"trousers" when he wants to say
<br />"pants" !a a craven and a truckler.
<br />equally hateful to honest culture and
<br />wholesome ignorance. He belongs Ir.
<br />the same sordid category with the man
<br />who wears tight shoes and high col-
<br />lars that are a torment to the flesh,
<br />who eats olives that he doesn't relish
<br />and drinks uncongenial clarets In imi-
<br />tation of his genteel neighbor la the
<br />brownstone front—Atlantic.
<br />Book Evolution.
<br />"Books" have progressed from the
<br />days when they were only wooden rods
<br />or blti of bark. For the derivation
<br />which connects "book" directly with
<br />"beech," both having been "hoc" In
<br />Anglo-Saxon, 1s the favorite One.
<br />"Buchstaben," the German word for
<br />letters of the alphabet, means literally
<br />"beech staves." Many book words go
<br />back to such vegetable origin. The
<br />Latin "liber," a book, whence comes
<br />our "library," was properly the inner
<br />bark or rind of a tree, especially of
<br />papyrus. The Greek "biblon," whence
<br />"Bible" and "bibliophile," meant much
<br />the same thing. A "codex" was a
<br />block of wood, and "leaf" is obvious.
<br />Shut Her Off.
<br />First Deaf Mute (making signs)—
<br />Did your wife complain because you
<br />stayed out till after midnight? Second
<br />Deaf Mute (chuckling)—Did she? You
<br />should have seen her! But when it
<br />began to get monotonous I just turned
<br />out the light
<br />IF WOMEN ONIYMNEW.
<br />What • Heap of Happineaa It Would
<br />Bring to Hastings Homes.
<br />Ilard to do hnu.ewurk with en aching
<br />.rack.
<br />Brinks you hours of misery at leisure
<br />r ill. wurk.
<br />If women only knew the cause ihet
<br />Backache penis come from sick kidney it.
<br />'Twould Save much needless woe.
<br />linen's Kidney Pills cure sick kidneys,
<br />llastitgs people euderre this;
<br />Mrs. Thumae Ames, west end ui
<br />Fecund Street, Hastings, Mine„ save: ' I
<br />.uffered a great deal from kidney tmubie
<br />,bud during last summer my back com-
<br />pletely gave out. It was usually lame
<br />and sure and caused me great dlscumfurt,
<br />At times I would be very dizzy and
<br />suffered so severely from headaches that
<br />I would be laid up for days at a time.
<br />The muscles in my back would get sore
<br />and stiff. The pains would eateed Into
<br />my neck and I was scarcely able to turn
<br />my head. My kidneys were much dis-
<br />ordered and the secretions unnatural iu
<br />appearance, causing me much discomfort
<br />I procured Doan's Kidney Pills rat F. W.
<br />Finch's drugstore and they cured me. 1
<br />am glad to say that I have not had any
<br />return of the trouble since that. time. A
<br />remedy that Acts up to Its representations
<br />as Doan's Kidney Pills is worthy of the
<br />recommendation of all who use it,"
<br />For sale by all dealers. Price 50 cents.
<br />Foster -Milburn Co.. Buffalo. N Y.,
<br />sole agents for the United States.
<br />Remember the name—Doeu's—aud take
<br />no other.
<br />You'll
<br />be
<br />Delighted
<br />on opening the pan newt
<br />to you • - you'll be ably ear-
<br />prised at the results of our glean-
<br />iagor dyeing of *slides of ap-
<br />parel. We oleos
<br />the daintiest laces. gowns.
<br />taand
<br />d feathers to drappeerriiess,, hones
<br />uta s � beet of GB at
<br />you.
<br />eso rehire ammo N more. lefwsotHenhieMat «mpg .
<br />Gross Br
<br />Ace° Fat►MS Ca'3daFREE
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<br />NEETERNC�IIIM
<br />Some of the choicest lands for grain Ironing
<br />stock raising and mixed farming in the new dis-
<br />tricts of Saskatchewan and Alberta have re -
<br />costly been Opened for Settlement under the
<br />Ielrised No.estead legislations
<br />Entry may now be made by proxy (on certain
<br />eondltloas),by the father, mother, son, daughter,
<br />'nether or sister of an Intending homesteader.
<br />Thousands of homesteads of 160 actors each are
<br />thus now easily available in these treat itrala-
<br />growing, stook -raising and mixed fanning sec-
<br />tions.
<br />There you will and healthful climate, good
<br />neighbors, churches for family worship, schools
<br />for your children, good laws, splendid crops,
<br />and railroads convenient to market.
<br />Natty fee in each case is 1110.00. Por pamphlet.
<br />"Last Rest West," particulars as to rate., routes,
<br />best time to go and where to locate, app.) to
<br />S. T. HOLMES
<br />RS Jackson Street, St. Panl, Minn.
<br />Canadian Government Aged
<br />SUMMONS.
<br />State of luinseeot• county of Dakota —is.
<br />District court, ant judicial district,
<br />John Pelee, plaintiff, vs. William L. Ames,
<br />Harbert Ames, Amelia Ames, Emma H. Ames,
<br />John Ames. Reginald Hall Ames, Eleanor
<br />Ames, Oliver H Ames, Luella B. Ames,
<br />Luella Ames, Ruth Anes, Susan Trench, the
<br />unknown heirs of 011,er Ames. deceased
<br />Albion P. Hamilton, the unknown heirs of
<br />Altair* Brfebin, deceased, also all other per•
<br />son■ unknown, claiming any tight, title,
<br />estate. Interest, or Lien in the real estate de -
<br />T1
<br />The state 1 ofwtu to h Minnelaint rthe above named
<br />defendants:
<br />Youdefendant., ofyare
<br />ou, summoned said drequiredeachto answer the
<br />plaint complaint
<br />ison ala iof the n a the°Moe olaintiff f which
<br />JohnMarta.
<br />clerk of said court, and to serve a copy of your
<br />answer to the said complaint upon the sub-
<br />scribers at their office in the city of Hastings.
<br />In the oounty of Dakota and state of Minnesota,
<br />within twenty drys after the service of this
<br />•ummona upon you, exuluslve of the day of such
<br />.ereloe, and if you fall to answer the said nom•
<br />plalut within the time aforesaid, the plaintiff
<br />herein w•111 apply to the oonrt for the relief
<br />d.•manded In his said oomplaiot, together
<br />with the costa and disbursements of this action.
<br />Dated February 818. 1908.
<br />HODGSON & LOWELL.
<br />Plaintiff's Attorney., First National Bank
<br />Ilullding, Hastings, Minnesota.
<br />NOTICE OF LIS PENDENS.
<br />State of Minnesota, county of Dakota.—ss.
<br />Ms'riot court. ant judicial district.
<br />tobu Peine, plaintiff. vs. William L. Anes,
<br />Herbert Ames, Amelia Ames, Emma H. tmes,
<br />John Ames, Reginald Hall Ame,, Eleanor
<br />Ames, 011ver H. Ames, Luella 11. Ames,
<br />Luella Ames, Ruth Ames, Susan Trench, the
<br />unknown heirs of Oliver Ames. deceased,
<br />Albion P. Hamilton, the unknown helm of
<br />Alm,ra Hrisblu deceased, also all other per-
<br />sons unknown, (Maiming any right, title,
<br />estate, intens:, or )len In the real estate de•
<br />scribed in the oomplalut herein, defendants.
<br />Notice Ie hereby given of the pendency in the
<br />above oourt of an action between the above named
<br />plaintiff snd the above named defendants.
<br />That the oh sot of said action 1s to determine
<br />Nay and all claims of the defendants In or to
<br />be lands herein described, and W bar and es -
<br />dude the defendants from any and all such
<br />claim's, and to quiet and perfect the title to said
<br />I= ads In the plaintiff.
<br />Said lauds ere situate In Dakota County, Min•
<br />nesota, and are described ,u follows. .,•wit:
<br />The north one hundred and twenty acres of the
<br />southwest quarter of section thirteen, township
<br />one hundred and fourteen, range nineteen.
<br />Dated February 8th. 1908.
<br />slew• HODGSON A LOWELL.
<br />Plaintiff'. Attorneys, Hastings. Mla*ttsota.
<br />‘' ()TICE OF MORTGAGE SALE.
<br />1.`Whereas, default has occurred is th • ooadl-
<br />'80ns of a certain mortgage- bearingddi• Novem-
<br />ber 3d, lei. made, executed, end delivered by
<br />11'tllir* Schwegter and Christina E. Schwegler,
<br />his wife. as mortgagors, to Jacob Lauf as mort-
<br />gagee. which said mortgage was duct• r••corde 1
<br />in the otnoe of the register of deeds in and for
<br />lb, county of Dakota and state of Minnesota,
<br />on the 4th day of November. 1905. in Book 91 of
<br />Mortgages, on page 83, end. whereas, there 1s
<br />claimed to be due, and at the date of this nolle.
<br />1. due, on Bald mortgage and the indebtedness
<br />secured thereby the sum of eight hundred,
<br />aereut)-nue end 38I00dollars ($01.38) dollars,
<br />a d no notion or proceeding at law or other-
<br />.ke has b,•eu instituted to recover said mort-
<br />ant, debt or an part or portion of he same.
<br />Now, there ore, notice is hereby given tbet
<br />pursuant to the power of sate 1n said mort-
<br />gage ooatalued an the statute in such case
<br />Mede and provided, the said mortgage w111 be
<br />foreclosed, and the promisee therein and here-
<br />inafter denorlbed will be sold at public vendue
<br />by the sheriff of said Dakota County. at the
<br />north front door of the to. urtbou e. In the city
<br />of Hesit ige, ecoid county. on the 91st day of
<br />A pelt. 1908, at ten o'clock in the forenoon of
<br />said 4.y, to a defy the amount that .hall then
<br />be due ou said mortga e. together with the costs
<br />and ex l., neer of salt. including the tum of fifty
<br />dollars attorney'. fees stipulated In said mors- or,
<br />gage to to paid in case of f"reclosure.
<br />The lands described In said mortgage and so
<br />to be sold are situate In Dakota County. Min-
<br />eesola. and are described as follow., to -wit:
<br />Commencing fifty ell and two-tbIrde 166%) feet
<br />south of the northeast corner of block fifteen
<br />(15). village of Farmington, Mlnneaota, thence
<br />west across lots one (11, two (2), aud for e (3),
<br />of .a14 block fifteen 115), one hundred and
<br />eighty (189) feet, thence south fifty six and two-
<br />thirds (5691) feet, thence east one hundred and
<br />eight • 1180) feet. thence north to lace of begiu-
<br />utug efty•slx and two thirds 0630 fee. the same
<br />being the critter one•third of lets one il), two
<br />tai. and three (8). of block fifteen tit), village
<br />of Farmlugton, Minnesota, on tile and • f record
<br />In the reInter et deed's office in and for Dakota
<br />County, Minnesota.
<br />Dated this With d.y of February, 1908.
<br />JACOH LEUF.
<br />Mortgagee.
<br />Hopesoa S Lowsa,t. Attorneys for ortgegee,
<br />tlasltog•, Mfnnteota. 21641w
<br />.,
<br />l
<br />STATE OF DECEDENT.
<br />State of Minnesota, county of Dakota.—ss. in
<br />probate oourt.
<br />In the matter of the estate of Hubbard
<br />Nichols, decedent.
<br />The state of Minnesota to Mary A. Nichols,
<br />Charles Nichols, Hester A. Lyon. Almira Martin,
<br />Violet M. Horten. Celesta V. Swan. Harriet M.
<br />Dennison, Frauoes E. Poor, Frank Nichols,
<br />George
<br />ErH. nest Nichols.
<br />Arthur`icMchole. Bora
<br />Mandel. Hurtle Sanford. Laura White,
<br />Stella Williams. Edward Stone. end all per-
<br />aops lntetested in the final amount sod 41.-
<br />trlbutloa of the estate of said decedent. The
<br />represantative of the above named deoedent, tt
<br />bavin, filed 1. this oourt bis final aocount of
<br />the administration of the estate of said decedent
<br />ether with hi. petite. praylug for the
<br />adjustment and allowance of said Beal ecoonn1
<br />and for distribution of .14 estate to
<br />the person+ tgerrunto relit!. 4. Therefore.
<br />you, and eeob of you. are b»reb cited d
<br />required to show cause, it *ay you h.n
<br />ave. before
<br />this court, at the probate court room In the
<br />courthouse, In the elty of Hastings, In Abe»
<br />uof Dakota, state of Mlaoewta, on the
<br />day of Marsh, 1908, at tea o'clook a, m.,
<br />why said petition sboald not be granted.
<br />Witness, theudge of said court. and the seal
<br />el said overt, ibis Nth day of Febar, . 1905.
<br />[aau.l 'ro
<br />Htra P. MORAN,
<br />#iaw Probate Judge.
<br />ESTATE OF DECEDENT.
<br />Singe of Mienesota, otiosity of Dakota„—ss. In
<br />probate taunt.
<br />Is the matter cf the estate of John H. Bryant.
<br />deeedsThe state of Minnesota to Yoram) L Bryant,
<br />Olive akeltoe, Henry L. Buret. W. A. Bryant,
<br />E. A. Dry *t, Dors W•rtberw•ax. +'lor••n e
<br />Whinier, and ■11rs,s Ito re.,ea to :b.•
<br />graetltsg of admiatii•nrntion of the reinl.• of
<br />aaid decedent: The petttioo of Margaret Young
<br />h•vlag beau Sled In this court representing that
<br />oho B. Bryant. then a warden, of the .aunty
<br />f Los An dra, state of enigma' , died in
<br />testate ,•a the $d dal of At,rl 79 3. and or„1,.,'
<br />batt letters of rdmlolstra,ioa of hl- estate lie
<br />fauna, to Jtwph M Puttgirsrr and the court
<br />baying axed ,he time and p see for he.rinu
<br />said ?.thou.. Th• rafon, you. and ...et, of ou,
<br />ate hereby cited and required to show e-»ee,
<br />it say yes have, before ties evert at the probate
<br />0earl rooms le the oourthoua-', in the city M
<br />Jtaattaas. in the twenty of Oskota, state of
<br />Mfaaeeota, on the 30tb dry of Marsh, 1904, at
<br />Lb e`oluck a, s., why said pedtioe should net
<br />berwasted.
<br />uiiitasss tateudge of said poen. sad seal et
<br />said eo.rt, this Id day of March, Nein
<br />!Coyne!Snout Tem P. MORAN,
<br />M. Carwt. Attorney fere k$o , Bs.
<br />Pall, Mina.
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