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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 <br />all <br />gee <br />biy <br />H!! <br />oto <br />Be <br />eel <br />ght <br />ali <br />re <br />nee <br />pre <br />ctly <br />wa <br />as <br />anti <br />Be <br />it: <br />ra. <br />os <br />e,' <br />by <br />ot <br />tar <br />ght <br />el <br />OI <br />me; <br />eed <br />of <br />in <br />E's <br />Pto <br />al <br />and <br />et <br />1• <br />ed <br />il <br />a• <br />s <br />re - <br />G <br />dirt <br />00 <br />'1 <br />1 <br />c <br />good <br />e <br />e <br />d <br />em <br />in <br />re <br />be- <br />th. <br />t <br />est <br />e <br />wn <br />et <br />8 <br />his <br />more back yard orgies for you unless <br />some one has an eye on you." <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 <br />t_— <br />ft <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. <br />J <br />Old peons tor We at. Ilbo Sawa, <br />1 <br />