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tumorous gjepavtmrnt"Thi? Fable Teaches?" The spirit, unfortunately prevalent in many communities, which demands a victim for every grievance, and yel has not the patience nor the intelligence to reason clearly on the matter and arrive at just conclucions, is thus cleverly satirized in the San Francisco Argonaut: There was once a robber in Cairo who fell from the second story of a house he was trying to enter and broke one of his legs. He went to the cadi and complained. The man's window was badly made, ho declared, and he wanted justice. The cadi said that was reasonable, and he summoned the owner of the house. The owner confessed that the house was poorly built, but maintained that the carpenter was to blame, not he. This, again, struck the cadi as sound logic, and he sent for the carpenter. "The charge is, alas! too true," said the carpenter, "but the masonry was at fault, and I couldn't fit a good window." So the cadi, impressed with the reasonableness of the argument, sent for the mason. The mason pleaded guilty, but explained that a pretty girl in a blue gown had passed the building while he was at work and that his attention had ben diverted from his duty. The cadi thereupon demanded that the girl be brought before him. "It is true," she said, "that I am pretty, but it's no fault of mine. If my gown attracted the mason the dyer should be.punished, and not I." "Quite true," saidw the cadi. "Send for the dyer." The dyer was brought to the bar and pleaded guilty. That settled it. The cadi told the robber to take the guilty man to his house and hang him from the door sill, and the populace rejoiced that Justice had been done. But pretty soon the crowd returned to the i cadi's house, complaining that the dyer was too tall to be hanged from his door-sill. "Oh, well," said the cadi, who by that time was suffering with ennui, "go find a ahnrt dver and hane him. Jus tice shall prevail."?Youth's Companion. Couldn't Take Hie Place.?Joseph P. Sherer told a humorous experience while automobiling riding, which he said illustrates the sarcasm which a 1 woman is capable of when occasion demands. ( "We were going along at an awful speed," he said. "I didn't see the dog, < but I heard his 'ki-yi,' so I ordered the chauffeur to stop. Going back, we found an irate lady standing over her dead dog?one of the ugliest dogs you 1 ever saw. "She met us with a tirade of remarks, telling us in no uncertain terms i what she thought of us and automobil- I ists in general, finishing up by calling l us the murderers of her dog. It was then that I thought I would pacify her. " 'Madam,' I said, 'I will replace your < ' dog.' " 'Sir,' she said in a freezing tone of j voice, "you flatter yourself.'"?Milwaukee Sentinel. < _ . 1 ] When He Did Better.?A celebrated bishop once sat through a long and ' atrocious sermon on a hot summer ' morning. The preacher was a youth just out of college?a very conceited youth. He bellowed through his ser- i mon at the top of his lungs. His ges- ^ tures were violent enough to break his , arms. At every climax he fixed the < bishop with his eye to see if a suitable impression had been made. And at the end of the service this , young snip swaggered up to the bishop ! and said: "I fancy I did rather well today, 1 sir. Don't you think so?" < "Yes," returned the bishop; "hut you i did better last year." i "Last year!" said the young man. , "Why, I didn't preach at all last year." < "That's the reason," said the bishop, ' with a pleasant smile. J A Golfing Hardship.?"You've killed 1 one of my 'ens!' Archie Longdrive looked up as the J shadow of an angry woman fell across | his toe. ! "Killed one of your hens, madam?" j he asked politely. "Why there hasn't been a bird on the course! Besides ; I've never been introduced to your ' hens. I wouldn't know them if I saw J them, I assure you, I"? "Stop that nonsense," interrupted the angry woman, "and listen to me! ' I want half a guinea damages out of you, and I'll see that I get it too! I i found one of your golf balls and popped it under one of my birds for a nest egg" "Well, what's the complaint?" asked Archie. "What's the complaint?" answered the woman. "Why, the 'en's died of a 1 f ? ?r? ntorl 'or to DroKen ran, uiiiiiwuf, i v. >.. lay a crinkly egg!"?Answers. Too Much For Clairvoyant.?"You claim to be a great clairvoyant," began the client who had been shown into the rooms of Mme. La Faxjue. "I am told that you can read the past, present and future. Nothing is hidden from you." "It is true," answered the famous medium. "For $2 I will tell you"? "I will give you $10 if you will put me wise to one problem," interrupted the client impatiently. "What was it that my wife told me to bring home for dinner tonight?" The money was refunded, but not cheerfully, as the advertisement promised.?Cleveland Plain Dealer. Passing a Good Thing Along.?Some doctors could not cure a ham.?Milwaukee Wisconsin. And some lawyers couldn't try a case of lard.?Scranton Tribune. And some pianists couldn't play a line of hose.?Mobile Register. And some anglers couldn't cast a shoe.?Youngstown Telegram. And some hunters couldn't shoot the chutes. ?Detroit Free-Press. And some shoe clerks couldn't shoo a chicken.?Houston Post. And some bricklayers couldn't lay an egg.?Yonkers Statesman. Lucky Impediment.?"L-l-look here," said the stutterer at the horse fair, "that's a n-u-nice horse, my m-tn-man. How much ni-money do you want for it?" "Yes, a beauty that is. sir," said thr owner. "But you must make the offer." "Well," said the stutterer. "I'll give you f-f-f"? "Forty pounds? Done!" said the dealer. "Oood!" closed the stutterer. "I was g-going to say f-f-fifty p-pounds!"? Ideas. She (Teller. THE BANKRUPTING OF "SOCIETY BILL." By Alice Louise Lee. Every other month during "Societ; Bill's" career at Miner's Camp h "salted his wages" in the Cody bank To his gibing, spendthrift fellows hi explained jocosely: "Boys, I was born to die rich. an< I ain't goin' to miss my callin'." "If you don't hurry up. your callin will miss you, though." "Shanks" re tnrr^rl nnc dav in July, as Societ; Bill headed his horse toward Mee teetse for a week's vacation. "When I get good and ready to in vest my money it'll be in somethin that pays better than minin' claims.1 Then he rode his pony to the kitch en window and looked In. "Say, ma I'm off." he said, "and I'm not for gettin' your errands, either." "Mr." Staples started, and thei beamed on him from the dark inte rior of the kitchen. She was en veloped In a gingham apron, mixinj lard and flour together In a huge yel low bowl. "Bless Moses, boy!" she cried cheerily. "What a turn you gave me poppin' your head in like that!" Sh( wiped the flour from her hands am went to the window. "Don't forge to get yourself socks and two nev shirts and a tie and the gloves." "No, ma, I'll sure remember," So clety Bill responded, as he started on "And don't forget to be a goot boy." Ma's head was thrust out o ine wmuun. "No. ma, I won't forget," he salt laughing. But he did. It was the enticing partnership of fered him by Ansell of Meeteets* which made him forget, a partnershij which promised to multiply his sav Ings many times, and only when th< bargain was made and he was bacl In Miner's Camp did he begin to re alize what his action would mean t< Ma Staples. Therefore he was not in a happj mood, as he lay on the soft pinestrewn loam in front of the bunkhouse. "Hey, Bill, got a grouch?" yellet "Whispering Will," rolling over in hi: bunk and looking out of the door "The Whisperer" was the last of th< night-shift to awaken. "Let that there society leader be!* ordered Shanks, from the bunk opposite. Once Society Bill had worr a starched collar when he started foi Meeteetse?hence his nickname "How can you expect him to mix u| with us, and him just back frorr town ?" "Huh!" proclaimed Whispering Will, aiming one shoe at Bill's heac and drawing on the other. "He'i thlnkln' about the fortune Ansell'! goln' to make for him. Guess he wil make more saltin' down his span plunks into kegs than?" Society Bill raised himself on om elbow and threw a quick "Sh!" intc tne DunK-nouse. "ir you ieuows can i hold your tongues without help?" h( began in a subdued voice, and paused Shanks stretched up and glancec out of the door. "It's ma," he volunteered. "Bill don't want her tc know." "Huh!" grunted the Whisperer "He can't keep it from her always and It's goin' to hurt, too, when she knows." His stage whisper reached Societj Bill, who winced. "But a fellow musl make money where he can," he argued with himself. "It's every chap for himself in this world, and yoi ?an't be lookin' out for other folks fternally!" Ma's pleasant voice answered his silent argument. She stood in tht trail leading from the boardingshack to the bunk-house. "Billy!* she called. "Billy, boy!" He rose without reply. He had avoided Ma since his return. "Billy!" she called again. He was out? of her "boys" on whom she kepi an especially motherly eye. "Yoi never know one minute what he's goin' to do the next," she said to tht superintendent, "and I've an idea he don't know himself. But he's one ol that sort you can't help likin' if yoi would, and you don't want to heli It, neither. There ain't anythin' he wouldn't do for a friend!" A statement which gave Society Bill's prominent characteristics and genera standing in camp. "Bring down youi slicker," she finished, catching ? glimpse of his red flannel shirt. "1 saw a tear in it yesterday." The miner worried a hole in the loam with the toe of his shoe "Why-ee, ma," he hesitated, "I guess you have enough to do without mendIn' up my slicker." He felt a sudder guilty reluctance at allowing her to dc extras for him. "Bless Moses!" cried ma, heartily "Don't keep me here screamin' al day. but hurry down with your slick er!" With a clouded brow, Society Bil entered the bunk-house and reaehec for the slicker. As he did so heglanc ed down at the rows of bunks. A pail of trousers swung carelessly by tht suspenders farther on. There was ? large, neatly applied patch on the lef leg. Also he saw Whispering Will'! best vest containing a new pocket, ant across the aisle Shank's coat, with tht buttons sewed on firmly. "It's nothin' to do such little mite.1 of things in between times," ma woult say. briskly, as she took stray stiche! for her boys. With ma it had never been "evert chap for himself" in Miner's Camp. "She'll wish she'd never seen mt when she finds out!" muttered Bill stumbling down the trail with tin slicker over his arm. Then he added obstinately, "But when a fellow cat git rich that way quicker than an; other, he can't afford to?well, b< soft, that's all." Ma had learned only the day be fore that Miner's Camp was to hav< a saloon, and well she knew wha that nteant to her boys. She hat heard also that some one in camp wai furnishing the stock against Ansell': time. It all came out at the break fast table. She had stood in the kitch en door, her arms akimbo, and ove her big, kind face swept a hurt ex pression which sent Society Bill' eyes to his plate. "I know that none of my boys an doin' the backin'," she said, finally with a quiet confidence which causet him to choke over his coffee, and th< other members of the outfit to lool conscious and uneasy. No one re sponded, and the new saloon-owne dimly wished that money could bi multiplied more easily some othe way than by investment in "we goods. Now. after he had deposited hi torn slicker in her lap. Society Bil thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and leaned against the board ing-shack. looking down at the min ing-camp's "mother." She sat in he favorite place in front of the doo overlooking Wood River Canon. Shi appeared tired. Her large face wa grave, and there were lines beneatl her eyes which betokened sleepless ness. She did not talk as she drovi her needle, but worked quietly. Society Rill dug his hands deepe: into his pockets and scowled dowi the canon, where the wagon-trai wound in and out beside Wood Rivet deep down between Dundee and Gale' Ridge. Suddenly he started slight): and cleared his throat. Fulling slow ly into view came six horses. Rldin) the nigh wheeler was "Bumme Dan." Cody freighter, ami behind hi loaded wagon rode a figure on horse back. Society Hill glanced apprehensively at ma. but her head was bent ove the slicker. "I wish," he thought half-angrily. "that she'd nag ant scold instead of just lookin' like that!' Somehow, with ma "lookin' like that," he did not regard his new enterprise with the same enthusiasm I which he had felt down in Meeteetse talking over it with Ansell. Suddenly he said, "Say. ma, have you had a lot of extra work today? You look sort of used up." Ma hastily brushed her slicker across her eyes as she replied, with forced cheerfulness, "No, it ain't the y work that's usin' me up, Billy. It's thinkin' what's comin' to camp and B how bad it'll be for the boys?" She choked and stopped, e Society Bill made an inarticulate reply. He stole another glance at the freight outfit pulling steadily up the * canon, and then, with his mended slicker over his arm, went slowly up , tho trail. The freight-wagon was piled high with casks and kegs, and behind rode " ' 4 n **rtAtooton q alnnph-hot T rtllKtril 111 luccurcifn;, u ... . tipped far over one ear and a sixshooter in his belt. He had come to run tho new saloon. Two hours later Society Bill and )' Shanks followed the freighter's outfit up the canon, but not by the usual trail. For reasons which they did * not mention to each other, they stumbled through the low quaking. asp high up on the ridge, and so avoided tho boarding-shack. Suddenly Shanks touched the othi er's arm and pointed downward. . Along the trail beside the river, her sunbonnet cape flapping in the wind, toiling breathlessly toward home, ? went ma. a bowl in one hand and a - plate in the other. "Been up to Black's shack," muttered Shanks. Black, an employe of the Mountain company, had been in, jured by an exploding stick of dyna? mite. J "She never thinks she has too much to do. ma don't," returned Society t Bill. / Half a mile beyond the Gale's Ridge boarding house, where the canon widens in front of Mount " Sniffle, stood a deserted shack taken . possession of by the saloon outfit. Inj to it Bummer Dan was rolling his . freight-load, while Ansell swaggered r round, swearing excitedly. His hat was balanced on the back of his head 1 and his face was purple. "I can tell you right at the start," he began to society rsui, *mai i am i * here to be run by no dough-faced, ? meddlln', pious old woman?" j There was a sudden change in the atmosphere, which caused the Irate saloon-keeper to pause. Bummer Dan i suspended a keg of beer as if minded c to throw it in a direction other than the door. Shanks doubled up his fists, but on second thought deposited } them tentatively in his pockets. Society Bill stepped nearer his partner f and said. "Huh?" suggestively. Ansell looked from one to another " with a scowl. "I heerd down to Meeteetse that she run the whole Miner's Camp outfit," he sneered, j "and now I believe It." Shank's fisis worked in his pockets. 3 "They may know more down Meeteetse way'n I give 'em credit for," ? he remarked, amiably. Ansell paid no attention to the retort, but turned to Society Bill. "Well, ' pardner," he began, "Just recollect . she ain't runnin' me nor this joint, neither. She's just been here?" 1 His partner looked his alarm, but r Its cause was unknown to Ansell. "She was wantin' me to 'please keep a nice house,' " he sneered, "and not sell to some kid or other up there?" 1 "Kid Jones," supplemented Shanks. "He's under age, and there's a law . back of ma on that." . Ansell turned a black brow on the 1 speaker. "How long since you got to s be a temperance society?" he demandj ed, angrily. "I tell ye if I'm goin' to . run this saloon, I'll run it! There 4 ain't no law-officer within thirty-five ' miles of here, and I ain't layin' out to x be president of no temperance league." ' There was a brief silence. Society . Bill's gaze wandered over the moun[ taintops, the canon, the beer-barrels, ' and finally lodged on Ansell. Then : he turned away. "Say," he began, over his shoulder, "if you want to keep your face pretty, don't include Ma Staples in your line of talk again." A trnvrl fnrtHav nn ha nQllQOrl and glanced back. "And you needn't ? trouble yourself to call me pardner s again, either." "Guess that Meeteetse chap needs ^ a little private teachin' about how to ' use his tongue," drawled "the Hoo' sfer," when Shanks reported the in} cldent concerning ma. 1 "Some day he might be swallowln' } his words and gettin' choked on 'em," added "Lightning Hank." * Ansell had not introduced himself ! auspiciously to Miner's Camp. ; Society Bill sat silently whittling a pine peg. He had become strangely reticent, and did not join In the others' ' awkward attempt at the supper-table to "make it up to Ma Staples." 5 "See here, Harve," called Shanks, t "just fetch me a quart or so of that 1 cocoa! Ma can't be beat on cocoa." 5 "Mighty few things she can be beat * on," said the Hoosier. "Say, boys," called Shanks, "s'pose f ma had taken up with the offer of the 1 Mountain company and struck the > trail up to their boardln'-house?" His words were drowned in a loud groan and general speech: "We'd ha' followed?" "Gale's Ridge tunnel'd 1 been shut up?" r Society Bill glanced from one to ani other in surprise, and then leaned I across the corner of the table and spoke to Shanks: "Say, what you i gassin' aoout?" "Why, Bill, don't believe we told ' you. did we. that tother company made ma a handsome offer while you ? were away? Offered her a raise of ) fifty a month if she'd desert us?" "And ma didn't desert, not she!" yelled Whispering Will. "Bully for 1 me!" "Why didn't you go, ma?" asked Society Bill, later, suddenly rounding 1 the corner of the boarding-shack and 1 coming on ma sitting in the doorway Bill was expected up at the new f "joint" to help get things in readiness ? for the sale of liquor on the morrow. i "Go where, boy?" asked ma. t She was knitting by the fading light 3 reflected back from the rock-crowned 1 top of Dundee, toward which she ? glanced from time to time as the colors changed among the fleecy clouds 3 which hovered round the summit 1 When Society Bill appeared she laid 3 her knitting hastily inside the door on a heap of something red, and / pushed it all back into the shadow, as she repeated, "Where. Billy;'" * "Why. up to the other boardin'. house. The boys say you had the 2 offer." , "Yes, but 1 didn't take it. 1 was l needed here." >' "But the money?" urged Bill. 1 "You'd have made fifty plunks more, the boys say." "And what would fifty more 2 amount to," returned ma. quietly, "if t I'm needed here? Why, bless Moses, I Billy, I wouldn't leave my boys for a s hundred more! I'm earnin' enough s and to spare. What more could I - ask except to' be of use to some one, - and I guess I'm some use here, ain't r I?" "Well, I reckon!" came a drawl s from round the corner, and Society Bill found the Hoosier and Shanks e had joined them. tllll tmun.'lltr n .wl i j ii i iiiut ru unraniij aim * glanced at the work ma had pushed ? back into the shawdoxv. "Wristers," * he ejaculated to himself, "a heap of red wristers! I bet she's begun to r make Christmas for the lot of us als ready! I guess, ma," he said, slowly, r aloud, "there ain't any call for you t thinkin' you ain't no use here." Suddenly ma's face changed. An s expression of indignation swept over I it. Her eyes glowed and she threw s her hands out in a strong gesture. - "I just can't help it!" she cried, in - a suppressed voice. "1 feel as if I r can't stand it to have that man here r and that?that whisky! It seems as e if I must take an ax"?she pointed s to one stuck into a log a few steps i away?"and smash every barrel of the - stuff before a drop is sold to my p boys!" She spoke with such suppressed r violence, so unlike the usual Ma Stai pies, that Shanks, deeply impressed. I faithfully repeated her words up in . th? bunk-house. s Therefore every one felt uneasy V over the situation when the news came - that the saloon had been entered the i night before and every drop of the r "wet goods" turned into the river. s It was Hummer Dan who brought - the news. He left his freight-wagon and six at the foot of (Sale's Ridge and toiled up the trail directly after r breakfast. He met Society Bill, who . was on the night-shift, sauntering 1 down the trail, and unfolded his bud' g?t of information to him first Then he hurried excitedly past the hoarding: shack and caught the day-shift just as they tvere starting for the tunnel. "Bill, he's gone up the canon foamin' mad, I tell you!" he exclaimed. "But I took notice that it's because Ansell struck the trail this mornln' for Meeteetse without a word to Bill to get a warrant for ma!" "A warrant for ma!" echoed a dozen voices. "Yes.' affirmed Bummer Dan. "Don't know's I ever saw Bill so hoppin' mad. You see, Ansell was uneasy after he heard what ma said last night, so he gets up along about three this mornin' and goes over to the joint. He came right back and woke me up and said he wa'n't gxjln' to [wait to speak to Bill about the matter. Said you was all clean daft when the old woman was mixed up in things! Said if he couldn't shoot her, he could arrest her?" "He better try it!" yelled Whispering Will. "Say boys, the Gale's Ridge outflt'll stand by ma if she smashes all the saloons in Bighorn county, heh?" called Shanks, glancing behind him." "No use askin' such a fool question!" came the prompt response. Bummer Dan took off his hat and passed a red handkerchief across his forehead, remarking, "It is rather tough on Bill, though." No one volunteered a reply. His loss was the other side of the question, and It was a solemn outfit that awaited developments that day?and a surprised outfit when the developments came. At dinner time Society Bill was still absent and when the men gathered into the shack for supper he was not among them. Harve, the flunky, waited silently on thirty-five silent boarders. Ma was busy In the kitchen. When dinner was half over, Society Bill entered, and without a word stepped over the bench beside the pine table and sat down in the vacant place. No one appeared to notice him, until Shartks ventured to ask, with forced carelessness, "Seen anything of Ansell yet?" A backward glance assured Shanks that ma was still in the kitchen. Every one ate fast, but listened hard and looked everywhere else except at Society Bill. The latter's face exhibited a curious mixture of anger and embarrassment. "Seen Ansell?" he growled. "No. He's hiked out to Meeteetse?where he belongs!" Lightning Hank leaned back and looked out of the door. "Guess he don't calculate, he hiked out to stay, for here he comes, lookin' like he owned the camp." Ansell strode in with an expression of triumph, just as Ma Staples appeared in the kitchen doorway. Behind him came a constable, coatless, and with side-arms very much in evidence. Without a glance at the diners. Ansell's eyes lighted on ma, and his finger pointed. "There she Is!" he announced, loudly, to his companion. "Arrest her!" And he spat tobacco juico bravely on the floor. There ensued an Instant's silence. Thirty-six knives were poised at varying angles. Thirty-six men choked and stared, but ma's face never changed its color, nor did the hands resting on her hips tremble. She was anxiously regarding the floor in front of Ansell. The constable flushed and hung back. "Do your duty!" commanded Ansell, lodging another supply of to Dacco juice on me noor. "Bless Moses!" ejaculated ma, severely. "Them boards were scrubbed only this mornin'! My boys never spit on tho floor." Her familiar anxiety broke the spell. Society Bill rose. So did Shanks. So did Whispering Will and the Hoosler. "You didn't tell me," stammered the constable, backing toward the door, "that I'd got to arrest a?a? lady." Ma Staples's fame had reached Meeteetse. "What if I didn't?" cried Ansell. "She's a housebreaker, and I ain't goin' to be beat by a woman." There was a clatter of benches overturned as the Gale's Ridge men came to their feet. There was a rattle of dishes as the outfit plunged, without regard as to how they got there, toward Ansell, but they came up suddenly against Society Bill. Society Bill was pale. His embarrassment had increased. "Arrestin' ma, are you?" he asked, In a curiously quiet voice. "What for?" "You know!" stormed Ansell. "Wasn't she heard to threaten last , night?" "Say, Ansell," interrupted Society Bill, "whose money was it that paid for them wet goods, tell me that?" The men looked at each other In amazement. Was not that the very thing he had been trying to conceal from ma all these days? "Bill always makes it a point to do his thinkin' after his speakin'!" muttered the Hoosier, in exasperation. "Say!" demanded Society Bill, as the other did not reply instantly. "Yours did!" retorted Ansell. ( "Bless Moses!" exclaimed ma, in dismay. 1 "Yes, mine did," repeated Bill, "and i the loss is mine, and 'twas up to you to mind vour business and leave the matter to me?" He paused, stammering, while the color rose. Then his eyes lighted on Ma Staples, and the sight of her seemed to wring the truth from him. "I figured that I wouldn't have to give myself away," he began, impulsively, "but this here fool move?" waving his hand to- | ward Ansell. "I might as well tell you here and now that ma didn't have anythin' to do with puttin' that 1 Joint out of workin' order last night. I did it myself, and I ain't answerln' any questions as to why, either!" Two hours later, up in the tunnel, the Hoosier recovered speech. He leaned against the back of the loaded ( car and scratched his head. "I'm thinkin', Shanks," he said, "that maybe ma ought to have more credit than Bill gave her for bustin' up his saloon!"?Youth's Companion. WALL STREET HOODOOS. Men Who For No Apparent Reason Do Not Succeed In Business. Wall street people are superstitious. They will deny it when told so, but If ' you ask any one in the street if he ever knew a hoodoo he will say, "yes, many a one." ' Such a one was a cotton expert, who, highly recommended, applied for ' a place with a Stock Exchange house that had bought a Cotton Exchange a new field of speculation to its clients. 1 The applicant was in every way de- 1 siralde save for the fact that three houses with which he had been con- \ neeted had failed, though not one for a dishonest reason. He was rejected , as a hoodoo. Shortly afterward he made a con- , nection with another house to fill a ! similar want and proved a very val- ' uatde man in his sphere, but within a j year the fourth house failed. j The hoodoo is often a man whom everybody likes, speaks well of and ] recommends to every one else, with the j one reservation?he is a man who un- ! accountably has not succeeded. There is nothing whatever against him; he ] is honest and shrewd and all that, but ! ?unsuccessful. Once the hoodoo becomes known as such he must attach himself to the ] newcomers?those who do not know, i have not been warned or who are so i new and confident as not to care. Each ; connection he makes is a little less de- j sirahle, until he finally reaches the j stage at which he is ashamed of his j associations.?Strand. m The Discharge.?"What's the mat- i tel. Bilklns? You look discouraged," j said Slithers. < "I am." said Bilklns. "I had to dis- < charge the cook this morning. She J was on the rampage all night." "Fine!" laughed Slithers. "What j did you say to her?" ? "I told her to leave the house." said J Slithers. I "And di?l she?" asked Bilklns. "She did." sighed Bilklns, "but you j wouldn't know it for the same house 1 after she'd left it."?Harper's Weekly. ' CATCHING COLD. How It Can Be Done and How It May Be Avoided. Coryza '8 an inflammation of 'ho mucous membrane lining the cavities of the nasal passage and may be either of the acute or chronic variety. In its acute form it is generally called "a cold in the head." The reason for this is that, given certain conditions of the system which tend to inflamed mucous membrane, the acute attack can very often be traced to exposure, to corj, draughts or damp. It can perhans just as often be traced to heat, dust and stuffiness, but whatever may be the final touch, it is certain that the victim of coryza was in a condition in which his powers of resistance were reduced or he could not have "caught cold." It is of great importance, says the Youth's Companion, that those people who spend many months of the year traveling from one attack of coryza to another should learn just where to place the blame for their trouble. It is a pity to get Into the habit of blaming every open door or window or dreading every unexpected breath of air, because this only leads to the course of life most to be avoided. If a person find himself with the "catching cold' habit Increasing winter by winter, depend upon it, there is something wrong, and that something is not fresh air, because that is the very thing he of all people most needs. In such a case the daily habits should be carefully overhauled. Does the sufferer overeat, and especially does he take too much animal food and too little exercise? This mistake is at the root of the coryza habit in many cases. It is simply the sign of rebellion on the part of the overloaded system. Often the trouble may be traced to too much heavy clothing, to rooms kept too warm and to an atmosphere dried up with steam heat and no ventilation. People who sleep in shut-up, stuffy bedrooms ought to live in a state of grateful surprise if they do not have constant colds. The change that can be produced In the human constitution In this respect by a continuous course of common sense applied to dally life Is almost like miracle working. But the course must be begun today and kept up at least 3155 days In the year. The cold catcher must pay minute attention to the digestive process, and is probably better off to eat meat not more than once a day, at the most. His bedroom Wlliuuw ilium nia> upcn ? iniv? uiiu summer, not two Inches, but all the way open. He must accustom himself to cold-water bathing. This does not necessarily mean Ice-water bathing. A bath thermometer Is a cheap purchase and 65 degrees is cold enough for most persons. , Deep, slow breathing with the mouth closed should be constantly practiced, and never more faithfully than at the moment when a cold seems to be In the act of getting itself "caught."?St. Louis Olobe-Democrat. LOYALTY OF AFRICAN NATIVE. He Preferred to Die By His Load Rather Than Abandon It. While journeying through Central Africa once, after several days of severe marching, the men of Alfred J. Swann's caravan failed to reach camp. He returned to them with water and assistance, and finding the carts with only half their crew, he asked where the heavy load was, and they replied, "Miles behind." It was on this journey that he witnessed a remarkable Instance of the endurance and loyalty of a black man. Fearing the men would be starved, writes Mr. Swann in "Fishtinsr the Slave-Hunters In Central Africa," we pressed on toward them, and finally discovered the load drawn up under a bush. Searching round for traces of the crew, I heard a voice faintly call out: "I am alive, but give me water!" On looking into the bush, we discovered the leader, sheltered from the sun, and after giving him water, I asked: "Where are the others?" "Gone on to camp," he replied, "for food and water." "Why did you not go?" "No, master, I could not leave the boat section. My name is Mahaububu. I was one of Livingstone's boys. I should have died by the load. I cut off the hide lashings and ate them, and the roots I dug up and sucked for moisture." Let no man question, concludes Mr. Swann, the ability of black men to perform loyal service after evidence of such heroic conduct.?Youth's Companion. Terrible Death of Whaler. The whaling industry upon which the prosperity of a few New England ports was once founded, is supposed to have passed away. No more does the odor of whale oil give peculiar flavor to an entire township. No longer are pompous rectangular mansions pointed out as "whale fortunes." The day is gone when sailors in from three year voyages spent their shares In a week or two and blithely signed on again for other sueh terms of danger and toil. Yet whales are still pursued and the pursuit is not all by steamers with outfits of harpoon guns, patent tryingout vats and safety devices for boat crews. Word has come in a roundabout way to Provincetown. which Is on the tip of Cape Cod, that the mate of a whaler, hailing from that port, wm w m m niimw uttitwww^w *M0i AN ABSORI It is wonderful how the sub. and crops up on all occasions. I or counting houses to hear it dis Two men seldom ever meet for a moment's chat, without me lit"\vs|j?L|>frs ill ruiiuuui u-uu sinu i more than half the items refer to You can conceive many situa topia It may be a "jacking up" f expenditure for this thing or tha money on hand. It may he Inferred that it is the world go round." and that w it revolve. "How much money is in it'." when the subscription list goes ar If it is a matter of benevolem ly to he small, or put off for furt Whether the subject is being pleasant standpoint, it is a convt To have it you must take car placing it on deposit in OUR R. The FIRST NA' YORKVI1 PAYS 4 PKR CKNT COMPOUNF (). E. WILKIN'S. President. Ill Him >llll?MiHHIIIII?iit?l*?.M had been drowned while making ? strike. He had "flung the iron," had seen "her sink to the hitches," and then had been drawn overboard In a twist of the line. In the excitement oi the cast he had made a fatal step Intc the coll, been caught in the twinkling of an eye, whipped from the boat. H? was never seen again. It is a frightful way to die, yet we know from the stories they told and the observations they made that the old-time whalers beheld merit and honor in such a way to death. They said they preferred to die liki men Ir the moment of triumph and high tension than slowly and weakly upon a bed ashore and, since we remember ilit?in iu iici v tf uccn iiicii, every iiiuii of them, their preference commands respect.?Exchange. FAIRY TALES FOR CHILDREN. Little Ones Need Sustenance For Theii Thoughts and Fancies. "Let children have fairy tales,' urges Lady Tennant in the London Times, on the ground that early childhood does not need Instruction sc much as shape and sustenance for Its own thoughts and fancies. It is through the old stories and the works of great writers, she thinks, that children can best be put In possession ol the freedom, which, in the words ol Jean Paul Richter, makes them citizens of the divine city of Romance. neaaing aioua 10 cnnaren sne regara? as of far-reaching importance. There la the instance of a child of five years who has been hearing with absorbing interest the story of Joseph and his brethren. Some days after he was telling his mother a story and with glowing eyes he said: "And dreaming, I saw a king's throne, and the king's servant standing beside the throne." It was not difficult to trace the source of the impression that had led him to clothe his thoughts in such language. Let th> children have the old books read to them. There will come days when they will prefer to read an excellent modern detective story, or to buy a magazine. We must remind ourselves that possibly they would be prigs if they did otherwise: not should we. I think, on any account check reading of any kind. But in the early days when they are still being read to, when they are so young that It lies in the mother's choice what they shall be hearing, then. I say, let them hear the old books, or. If the choice fall on books of later date, let them he the works of great writers. IMPORTANCE OF HEALTHY KIDNEYS Vorkville Readers Should Learn tc Keep the Kidneys Well. The kidneys have a big work to do, All the blood in the body is coursing through the kidneys constantly to be freed of poisonous matter. It Is e heavy enough task when the kidneyi are well, hut a cold, chill, fever 01 some thoughtless exposure is likely tc irritate, inflame and congest the kidneys and Interrupt the puriflying work Then the aching begins, and is usually accompanied by some irregularI Ity of the urine?too frequent pas sages, sediment or retention. Thousands testify to the wonderful merit of Doan's Kidney Pills, a remedy foi the kidneys only, that has been used Ir kidney troubles 75 years. You will make no mistake In following this Yorkville citizen's advice. W. H. Berndon, Main St., Yorkville S. C., says. "I was subject to attacks of backache and I was troubled by Irregular passages of the kidney secretions. Doan's Kidney Pills which 1 got at the York Drug Store, restored me to good health. I can recommend this remedy highly, for I know that 11 acts Just as represented." For sale by all dealers. Price 6C cents. Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo New York, sole agents for the United States. Remember the name?DOAN'S?and take no other. CAROLINA SPECIAL High Class Electrically Lighted Train Between Charleston, S. C., and Cincinnati, Ohio, via Southern Railway and C. N. O. and T. P. Railway, Running Through Columbia, Spartanburg, Asheville, Knoxville, Harrimar Junction and Lexington, Ky., consisting of first-class Coaches, Pullman Drawing Room Sleeping Car, Pullman Observation Sleeping Car QIIU I_yiIIIIIJ5 V^ai kJtl YIV-V. Solid Between Charleston and Cincinnati On the Following Schedules: Westbound No. 7. Leave Charleston 9.00a.m Leave Summerville 9.38a.m Leave Columbia 1.00p.m. Leave Spartanburg 4.15p.m Arrive Ashevllle 7.37p.m Arrive Cincinnati 10.00a.m. Eastbound No. 8. Leave Cincinnati 6.30p.m Leave Ashevllle 10.25a.m. Arrive Spartanburg 1.40p.m. Arrive Columbia 4.45p.m, Arrive Summerville 8.05p.m. Arrive Charleston 8.45p.m. Connecting at Cincinnati with through trains for Chicago, Cleveland, Detroit, St. Paul, Seattle, St. Louis, Kansas City, Denver, San Francisco and points West and Northwest. E. H. Coapman, V. P. and G. M.; S. H. Hard wick, P. T. M.; H. F. Cary, G. P. A.; J. L. Meek, A. S. P. A.; W. E. McGee, D. P. A. Excursion Rates Via Southern Rwy. Charlottesville, Va.: Account University of Virginia Summer School. Tickets on sale June 17th, 19th, 20th, 23rd, 24th, 26th, and July 3rd and 10th, limited fifteen days, unless extended at Charlottesville, until September 30th, 1911. wfttrwwfiintywftii w in win i' VEYf u\m TOPir: |ect of money permeates everything, t is not necessary to enter the Banks cussed. on the streets or upon the highway ntioning it. If you will take the heir pages, ten to one you will find money, either directly or indirectly, ttions, where it is not a pleasant or an over due account, a too liberal it. Bills coining in too fast for the money and not "love" that "makes e are all as busy as can be helping " is about the first question asked ound for the new enterprise, e or charity, the investment is likeher consideration. discussed from a pleasant or un'iiient thing to have, e of it. There is no better way than \nk. : riONAL BANK, -.LE, S. C. )KD FOUR TIMES A YEAR. H. C. ALLEIN, Cashier. ! | SPECIALS > LOW P \ |j MADE ; IS Shoes, Men's Clo ' ?' f; RIGHT NOW IS A GOOD TIS ? AND YOU CAN ALMOST DOUE *j YOU WILL DO YOUR BUYING ! REDUCE STOCK QUICK AND PI . *i YOUR WHIIiE TO BUY' HERE. fl LO\V PRICES J Men's $5.00 Low Cut Shoes, a frit Men's $3.50 and $4 Oxfords ai 1 ?; Ladles' Low Shoes, $3.50 Valii X' Ladies' Low Shoes, $2.50 Vali i j Children's $1.25 Oxfords, at 98 . Children's Oxfords, 85c and $ ?1 long as they last, at 58 CTS. 1 Xj Children's Soft Sole Shges, 25 1 . ! MEN'S LIGHT W A We want to close out this II t Come and see the good styles and > ? Men's $5 Pants, at $2.98 Pair <l? All $3.50 and $4 Pants, at $2.' ?; All $2.50 Pants, at $1.98 Pair j! MEN'S CL ' You Can afford to buy an extr A, Come and see what we have to o ' *, Men's 2-piece Suits, $10 and 9; Men's 3-plece Suits, at $4.98 a a; COME AND SEE OCR GOO & SHOW YOU. YOU WILL BE GL ? *j TO SHOW OUR GOODS. j j J. Q. WRAY, v fU fI W m : WEi^rif&TisasJvnii JrJP JP *>JF * J. C. WILBORi i LIST YOUH PROPERTY WITH ME IP YOU WANT TO SELL? ? FOR SALE ? 33 3-4 Acres?One and one-half mile J I of Yorkville, near Pinckney road, good | .'i-room house; all necessary outbuildings; will rent for 1,200 lbs. cotton. * Property of E. E. Steele. Price $1,050. The Spencer Lots are now for sale, , and I have plat of same In my office. We are prepared to give liberal terms. 1 Also to build residences for you. Buy 1 quick before they are all sold. ; 91 Acres?More or less; the J. J. j Thomas place near Dave Clark; 1 good i residence, 7-rooms; 1 tenant house, 3i rooms; 60 acres in cultivation; a 1 splendid home near school, church, 1 > etc. $3,200. 3} miles of Yorkville. Two lots of the Herndon property on West Madison St., Joining Herndon ' lots. $100 Each. < 19R A cms?Two mllps of Rethanv: ' Joining W. B. Stroup and others; 30 [ acres In cultivation, 95 acres in tim. ber. Price $2,350. 1191-2 Acree?A 4-room house, 11 , miles of Bethany High school at $30 per acre. 203 Acres?Three miles of Clover, near St. Paul's church, a 2-story, 9room house; 100 acres In cultivation; 3 good tenant houses. A very fine ( farm. Joins J. C. Lilly, i 419 Acres?Three miles Hickory Grove; the J. Yancy Whitesides place; good strong land; large dwelling, etc. [ Price $12.50 per acre. | For sale the Rose Hotel; large brick | building, half block from public square, : almost opposite the court house. To build this hotel would cost much money. It is now on the market. We desire to sell for division among 'v.e I legatees. , 325 Acres?Wylle Hafner home I place, a nine-room dwelling, four tenant houses, 3-rooms each. Will also | put in 3 good mules. Price 34,000. Easily rent for ten bales of cotton; 6 miles of Sharon. 111 Acres?On King's Mountain public highway; good sand road; 8 miles from Yorkville; land Ilea level; nice 6-room dwelling, 2 stories; 1 mile from Bethany High school; a nice 4-room tenant house; good barn. Place is level and in a high state of cultivation i Price $50 per acre. Price and location cannot be beat in York county. Property of J. A. Ratteree. One Roller Mill, Gins and Corn Mill, ' 2 Engines and boilers, 6 acres of land i on Clark's Fork, 3} miles of King's Creek station. Price $3,500. 2021-2 Acres?Of land in Ebenezer , township, about 3 miles from Ebene, zer; a 6-room dwelling aid 3 tenant houses; 7 miles of Rock Hill; a part of the Dlnsmore Farris land. One lot?Woodland Park, city of Rock Hill, 50x196. Price $400. 150 Acres?Two miles from Yorkville on the Sharen road; property of J. Q. Wray; rents for 9 bales of cotton easily; one dwelling, 2 good tenant houses. Land is strong and productive. The beautiful home of W. J. P. Wy lie, 2 miles from McConnellsvllle. A nice 1-story cottage, 6 rooms; a good J 2-story barn, 3 good tenant houses. 108 acres, land red subsoil, strong i land. 991-2 Acres?Six miles of Yorkville, 1 dwelling, 7-room8; J mile of school, J mile from Beersheba church. Price , $1,875. 75 Acree?Of the John M. Thomasson homestead; a nice location; gooa, , strong land. Price $50 an acre. 951-2 Acree?The home of J. P. , Barnes, Delphos; 1 nice 4-room dwellt ing and 2 good tenant houses; close to school and church; a good neighborhood. Joins J. B. Scott and J. F. | Carson. 240 Acree?Property of F. N. Lynn; Joining Robt. Moore, J. J. Sherrer; it is rolling, but is good, strong land; has a 6-horse farm open on it; 1 dwell- ' lng house, 8-rooms; big barn, crlba etc. Price $13 per acre. ONE MINUTi Your personal appearance is oi cause of the favorable impress business people with whom yo were not true, would not a $5.5 as well as would a $25.00 suit the $25.00 garment, don't you? How About Your P\ It Is Your Personal R you are unable to do business fi marks of Cheapness and Poor bad impression on the man yo That's reasonable, is it not? Better give THE YORK your next order for Stationery Printed Matter of a Quality th, sion. The difference in cost fc ENQUIRER QUALITY is ve appearance is very great. Giv Stationery L. M. Grist's S YORKVILI nHHHHI irWRAY'Sj RICES | thing and Pants J >i' w. nniror.p vnim iinvrv Ka 1 E-d IV/ L/V/VlJi'Ii A \/VA? JIVilWA | ra ILE ITS BUYING POWER, IF , AT WRAY'S. WE WANT TO !$ HCES WILL MAKE IT WORTH ON SHOES. I t $3.98. [ t $3.19. j* ies, at $2.98. X les, at $1.98. 31 CTS. ;l Values, sizes 3's to 7 1-2's, as f CTS and Up. $ EIGHT PANTS. X ne quick?hence the low prices. & values. 75 Pair. * OTHING. $ a suit here at the reduced prices. * ffer you. A 112 Values, going at $6.98 Suit. nd Up. ? DS. WE WILL BE GLAD TO f ' iAD TO SEE. IT PLEASE8 US ? THELEADER | s??????B??a THE BEST EVER We still have a car of the best StailFed Tennessee Steers that ever happened In this part of the country. All meats are well refrigerated before It Is cut. If you are not one of our customers, you are missing a treat in the way of good meats. THE CITY MARKET, C. F. SHERER, Prop. J?REAL ESTATE. The beautiful residence and cottage, home of Sam'l McCall in Clover, on King's Mountain street; 6-rooms, house is nicely painted, nice hedge and Bhade; barn and stable; everything complete; good well water. Price 11,400. 91 Aores?Parks Parish place, property of J. F. Smith, a nice new cottage, a splendid location for country store. Nice land at New Zion cross road. 128 Acres?At New Zion. Property of J. F. Smith; new house, good barn, out buildings, etc. Cheap. Write for prices. 100 Aores?One mile from Filbert, 3 miles Clover on Tork and Clover road. Joining lands of J. M. Stroup and others. Property of J. A. Tate. Price ^ par mere, neou tor t.tvv iu>. cotton; 3-horse farm open. 61 Aores?1} miles Tlrz&h, on Rock Hill road; land lies level; BO acres in cultivation; joins J. L. Moss, Bob Ward and Southern R. R.. Price $40 per acre. J. C. Wallace. 310 Acres?Near state line, land lies rolling, about 40 acres in cultivation, balance In wood; a nice 6-room cottage; newly painted and rodded; a fine bargain; $15 per acre. John Wells place. Mrs Metta's beautiful residence In Yorkvllle; everything la in flrst-clasa condition, with twelve good rooms; sewerage and water In the dwelling. Lot 198 feet front. 843 feet deep, with a lane entering the premises from Madison street. 40 Acres?At Quthriesvllle depot, facing C. A N.-W. R. R. Price $50 an sere. 208 Acres?Two and one-half miles Lockhart mills; 1 3-room house; 20 acres in cultivation, 175-acres In wood ?most pine. Jno. Ned Thomson place. 201 Acres?In Ebeneser township; 1 dwelling 1| story high, B rooms; alao tenant house 6 rooms If story high. Price $11 per acre. Property of M. B. Massey. One 4-room house and 30 aores of land at Filbert, facing King's Mountain highway and joining King's Mountain Chapel. 69 Acres?Bounded by the lands of D. M. Parrott, J. J. McCarter, J. B. Wood and J. C. Lilly; the property if J. C. Wood. Will put a six-room tenant house on the place. Will sell for ($37) thirty-seven dollars an acre. The residence and store room combined In the town of Yorkvllle of Geo. Sherer. It Is three lots from the court bouse. It has a large store room, easily rents for $20, another room rents for IB. About two acres of land; 8 nice rooms in the residence. Price $4,000. 150 Acres?Near Clay Hill; 1 dwelling; all necessary outbuildings?part if the A. A. Barron place?$10.00 an ere. 136 Acres?Including the Baird A Hudson place near Concord church; S ?ood houses; 60 acres in cultivation? MR Ort an anna Prnnortu nf M R Massey. 115 Acres?1 dwelling, and two tenint houses; 90 acres under cultivation. 20 acres In timber; 2| miles of Smyrla. Price, $15.00 per acre. T. B. Nichols. 96 Acres?Mrs. J. Frank Wallace place, 2 dwellings on It; 8 miles of Forkvllle on public highway, near New Zlon church. Price $1,425. 285 Acres?Joins Wm. Biggers, Meek Faulkner, Jim McOill; 5-horse farm; I house, 6-rooms, 75 acres under cultivation; 185 acres in timber. Seme aw timber; near to Bnon church; 8| nlles Smyrna; 4 tenant houses, 35 teres of bottom land. Price $15.00 per icre. A. J. Boheler property. Miss Dolly Miller residence?a bargain. 50 Acres?Joins A. J. Boheler, Westmoreland and Ed Whltealdes corners tt London siding; 1 house, 1 story, 3rooms, 20 acres under cultivation, plenty of firewood; orchard, good ipring, i mile of Canaan church, 1 mile >f Smyrna station, good barn. Price 116.00 per aors. J. C. WILBORN. E, PLEASE! I F vital importance to you beion you would make on the u come into contact. If this )8 suit of clothes do you just ? But, you naturally prefer rinted Stationery? epresentative in cases where ice to face. If it has the earQuality, it is sure to make a u seek to do business with. [VILLE ENQUIRER your r. You will be sure to get at will make a good impres>etween the cheap kind and ry small. The difference in e Us Your Next Order for ons, Printers, -rE, S. C.