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.fr ??BB?SB? CES2%?>&yi 7 ^^E?2S5^ "-Oh," moaned Eeverly, suddenly . leaning against the fore wheel, her eyes almost starting from her head. TEhe leader laughed quietly-yes, good ?atnredly. "Oh, you won't-you won't jkiH ns?" She had time to observe that lhere were smiles on the faces of all ine men within the circle of light "Rest assured, your highness," said the leader, leaning upon his rifle bar? tel with careless grace, "we intend no fcann to yon. Every man you meet in Craustark is not a brigand, I trust for your sake. We are simple hunters, and not what we may seem. It is fortunate that you have fallen into honest hands. There is some one in the coach?" he asked, quickly alert A prolonged groan proved to Beverly that Aunt Fanny had screwed up sufficient ?courage to look out of the window. '-"My o?d servant" she half whis? pered. Then, as several of the men ?tarted toward the door: "But she is old and wouldn't harm a fly. Please, please don't hurt her." "Compose yours alf; she is safe," said the leader. By this time it was ?quite ?ark. At a word from him two or three men lighted lanterns. The picture was more weird than ever in me fitful glow. "May I ask, your high? ness, how do you intend to reach Edel? weiss in your present condition? You cannot menage those horses and, be? sides, you do not know the way." "Aren't you going to rob us?" de? manded Beverly, hope springing to the surface with a joyful bound. The stranger laughed heartily and shook iiis head. "Do we not look like honest men?" tie cried, with a wave of his hand to? ward his companions. Beverly looked ?dnbious. "We live the good, clean life of the wilderness. Outdoor life is nec? essary for our health. We could no: ii vs in the city," he went on, with grim ?mmor. For the first time Beverly no? ticed that he wore a huge black patch .over his left eye, held in place by a cord. He appeared more formidable than ever under the light of critical in? spection. "I am very much relieved," said Bev? erly, who was not at all relieved. "But whv have you slopped us in tliis mar? ner:" "Stopped you?" erie*! the man with j the patch. "I indore you to unsay : that your highness. Your coacn was j ?quite at a standstill before we knew of j its presence. You do us a grave In? justice." . I "It's very strange," muttered Bever- ' ?y, somewhat taken aback. "Have you observed that it is quite ?nark?" asked the leader, putting away 1 Jois brief show of indignation. ."Dear me; so it is!" cried she, now 1 able to think more clearly. "And you are miles from an inn or J ??o*2se of any kind," he went or.. "Do 1 you expect to stay here ali ni.^h??" "I'm-I'm not afraid."* bravely shiv- I ered Beverly, "it is most dangerous." i *"I have a rc vol*, er," ?*e wo uk il til.**- : voice weat oa. "Oho! What is it for?" "To use in case of emergency." "S>/h as repelling brigaads who su<* ?enly appear upon the sceae?" . "Yes." . *"May I ask why you did aot use it this evening?" -".Because it is locked up in one of my *fcags-? don't know just which one and Aunt Fanny has the key," coafess ed Beverly. The chief of the "honest mea" laugh ?ed again, a clear, riagiag laugh that be- j spoke supreme coafideace ia his right : to en?oy himself. "And who is Aunt Fanny?" he asked, j covering his patch carefully with his ; slouching hat. j "My servant. Shes colored." "Colored?" he asked in amazement, j "What do you mean?" "Why, she's a negress. Don't you Irnow what a colored person is?" j "You mean she is a slave-a black slave?" i "We/ dDn't own slaves any mo'- ; more." He looked more puzzled than : ever-then at last to satisfy himself, j walked over and peered into the coach. I Aunt Fanny set up a dismal howl. An i instant later Sir Honesty was pushed 1 aside, and Miss Calhoua was anxiously trying to comfort her old friend through the window. The man looked on in silent wonder for a minute and then strode off to where a group of his j men stood talking. j -Is yo' daid yit, Miss Bevly-i3 de end came?" moaned Aunt Fa any. Bev? erly could not repress a smile. "I am quite alive, auatie. These men will not burt us. They are very aice gentlemen."" Sue uttered the last ob? servation in a loud voice, and it had its effect, for the lea.1er carne to her side with long strides. "Convince your servant that we mean no harm, your highness." he said eager- j |y, a new deference in bis voice and manner. "We have only the best of motives in mind. True, the h?ls are full of lawless fellows, and we are Obliged to fight them almost daily, but you have fallen in with honest men Tery nice gentlemen, 1 trust. Less than ?an hour ago we put a band of robbers to flight" "I heard the shooting," cried Bever? ly- "It was that which put my escort *A flight" . "They <:VJ!'; noT have been soldier.-. ??? ?Up* , higLntss," GEORGE BARR m M'GUTCHEON, W Author of "GrausUri." ??V Coprrioht. 1904. by Dodd. SS^j? Mead ?nd Company ?*v? * ..:?..-< **??ey were Cossacks, or whatever you call them. But, pray, why do you call me 'your, highness?' " demanded Beverly. The tall leader swept the ground with his hat once more. "All the outside world knows the Princess Yeti ve-why not the humble mountain man? You will pardon me, but every man in the hills knows that you are to pass through on the way from St Petersburg to Ganlook. We are not so far from the world, after all, we rough people of the hills. We know thai your highness left St Pe? tersburg by rail last Sunday and took to the highway day before yesterday because the floods had washed away the bridges north of Axphain. Even the ?hills ho ve eyes and ears." Beverly listened with increasing per? plexity. It was true that she had left St Petersburg on Sunday; that the un precedei .ed floods had stopped all rail? way trafl?c in the hills, compelling her to travel for many miles by stage, and that the whole country was confusing her in some strange way with the Prin ! cess Yetive. The news had evidently sped through Axphain and the h?ls with the swiftness of fire. It would be useless to deny the story; these men j would not believe her. In a flash she ! decided that it would be best to pose j for the time being as tba ruler of j Graustark. It regained only for her ! to impress upon Aunt Fanny the im ! portance of this resolution. ! "What wise old hills they must be," I she said, with evasive enthusiasm. "You cannot expect me to admit, how? ever, that I am the princess," she went i on. j "It would not be just to your excel: lent reputation for tact if you did so, ! your highness," calmly spoke the man. ? "It is quite as easy to say that you are not the princess as to say that you are, j so what matters, after all? We re I serve the right, however, to do hom? age to the queen who rules over these ! wise old hills. I offer you the humble j services of myself and my compan? ions. We are yours to command." ""I am very grateful to find that you are not brigands, believe me," said Beverly. "Pray tell me who yon are, ? then, and you shall be sufficiently re- j warded for your good intentions." "I? Oh, your highness, ? am Baldos, j the go Vc hunter, a poor subject for re- j ward :it your hands. I may as well ad? mit that I am a poacher and have no legal right to the prosperity of your ! hills. The only reward I can ask is for ; giveness for trespassing upon the prop ! erty of others." i j "You shall receive pardon for all transgressions, but you must get me to seme place of safety," said Beverly ea? gerly. "And quickly, too, you might well have added," he said lightly. "The horses have rested, I think, so with your permission we may proceed. I know of a place where you may spend the night comfortably and be refreshed for the rough journey tomorrow.'* "Tomorrow? How can I ?o on? I am alone!" she cried despairingly. "Permit me to remind you that you are no longer alone. You have a rag? ged following, your highness, but it shall be ? loyal one. Will you re-enter the coach? It is not far to the place I speak of, and I myself will drive you there. Come, it ls getting late, and your retinue, at least, is hungry." Ke flung open the coach door, ;'nd his hat swept the ground once more. The light of a lantern played fitfully upon his dark, gaunt face, with its gallant smile and ominous patch. She hesitat? ed, fear entering her soul once more. He looked up quickly and saw the inde? cision in her eyes, the mute appeal. Trust me, your highness," he said gravely, and she allowed him to hand her into the coach. A moment later he was upon the driver's box, reins in hand. Calling out to his companions in a language strange to Beverly, he cracked the whip, and once more they were lum? bering over the wretched road. Bever- j ly sank back into the seat with a deep j sigh of resignation. "Well, I'm in for it." she thought ! "It doesn't matter whether they are j thieves or angels, I reckon I'll have to ! take what comes. He doesn't look very j much like an angel, but he looked at j me just now as if he thought I were ! ono. Dear mo, I wish I were back in i Washin'tonT' CHAPTER V. Ti WO of the men walked close be? side the door, one of them bear? ing a lantern. They conversed in low tones and in a language which Beverly could not understand. After awhii . she found herself analyz? ing the garb r.nd manner of the men. She was saying to lu r eli that here I were her first real specimens of Grau ? stark peasantry, and they were to ! mark an ineffaceable spot in ber rnein ory. They were dark, strong faced men i of medium height, with fierce black i eyes and long black hair. As no two I were dressed alike, lt was impossible to recognize characteristic styles of at? tire. Sonic were in the rude, baggy costumes of the peasant as she had imagined him; others were dressed in the tight fitting but dilapidated uni? forms of the soldiery, while several were in clothes partly European and partly oriental There wore hats and fezzes and caps, some with feathers Ja. the bands, othe V?thout. Tuc man riearest the coach wore the dirty gi uniform of an army officer, full holes and rents, while another strc along in a pair of baggy yellow tr? eers and a dusty London dinner jack All in ali, it was the motliest band vagabonds she had ever seen. Th) were at least ten or a dozen in the p ty. While a few carried swords, lugged the long rifles and crooked d; gers of the Tartars. "Aunt Fanny," Beverly whisper suddenly moving to the side of the si dued servant, "where is my revolvei It had come to her like a flash that subsequent emergency should not fi her unprepared. Aunt Fanny's ji dropped, and her eyes were like wh rings in a black screen. "Good Lawd, wha -what fo\ M Bev'ly" "Sh! Don't call me Miss Bev' Now, just you pay 'tention to me, a I'll tell you something queer. Get i revolver right away and don't let thc men see what you are doing." Wh Aunt Fanny's trembling fingers we in search of the firearm, Beverly 01 lined the situation briefly, but explic ly. The old woman was not slow understand. Her wits sharpened fear, she grasped Beverly's instit tions with astonishing avidity. "Ve'y well, yo' highness," she sa: with fine reverence, "Ah'll p'ocuah bottle o' pepp'mint fo' yo' if yo' j< don' mine me pullin' an' hauli "mongst dese boxes. Mebbe yo' i >druther hab de gingen?" With ti wonderful subterfuge as a shield si dug slyly into one of the bags ai pulled forth a revolver. Under ore nary circumstances she would ha* been mortally afraid to touch it b not so in this emergency. Bever shoved the weapon into the pocket 1 ber gray traveling jacket "I feel much better now, Aunt Fa ny," she said, and Aunt Fanny gave vast chuckle. "Yaas, ma'am, indeed-yo' highness she agreed suavely. The coach rolled along for half a hour and then stopped with a sudde jolt An instant later the tall driv< appeared at the -window, his head U] covered. A man hard by held a la] tem. "Qua vandos ar deltanet yos serent said the leader, showing his whit teeth in a triumphant smile. His e: posed eye seemed to be glowing wit pleasure and excitement "What?" murmured Beverly hopeles: ly. A puzzled expression came int his face; then his smile deepened an his eye took on a knowing gleam. "Ah, I see," he said gayly, "you highness prefers not to speak the lai guage of Graustark./ Is it necessar, for me to repeat in ?nglish?" "I really wish you would," said Be\ erly, catching her breath. "Just to se how it sounds, you know." "Your every wish shall be gratifier I beg TO inform you thai we hav reached the Inn of the Hawk and Ra veii. This is where we dwelt last ::i;:Ui Tomorrow we, too, abandon the place so our fortunes may run together fo some hours at least There is but lit tie to offer you in the way of nourish ment, and there is none of th? com forts of a palace. Yet princesses cai no more be choosers than beggar; when the fare's in one pot Come your highness, let me conduct you t( the guest chamber of the Inn of thi Hawk and Raven." Beverly took his hand and stepped tc the ground, looking about in wondei and perplexity. "I see no inn," she murmured appre? hensively. "Loc)k aloft, your highness. That great black canopy is the roof; we are standing upon the floor, and the dark shadows just beyond the circle of light are the walls of the Hawk and Raven. This is the largest tavern in all Grau? ?tark. Its dimensions are as wide an me world itself." "You mean that there is no inn at all?" the girl cried in dismay. "Alas, I must confess. it. And yet there is shelter here. Come with me. Let your servant follow." He took her by the hand and led her away from the coach, a ragged lantern bearer preceding. Beverly's little right hand was rigidly clutching the revolver in her pocket. It was a capacious pocket, and the muzzle of the weapon bored defiantly into a timid powder rag that lay on the bottom. The little leather purse from which it escaped had it3 silver lips opened as if in a broad grin of derision, reveling in the plight of the chamois. The guide's hand was at once firm and gentie, his stride bold, yet easy. His rakish hat, with its ag? gressive red feather, towered a full head above Beverfy's Parisian violets. "Have you no home at all-no house in which to sleep?" Beverly asked. "I live in a castle of air," said he, waving his hand gracefully. "I sleep in the house of my fathers." "You poor fellow," cried Beverly pityingly. Ile laughed and absently patted the hilt of his sword. She heard the men behind them turn? ing the coach into the glen through which they walked carefully. Her feet fell upon a soft grassy sward, and the clatter of stones was now no longer heard. They were among the shad? owy trees, a aunt trunks of enormous size looming up In the light of the lan? terns. Uni .lusciously her thoughts went over to the forest of Arden and the woodland home cf Rosalind, as she had imagined it tu be. Soon there came to her ears the swish of waters, as of some turbulent river hurrying by. Instinctively she drew back, and her eyes were set with alarm upon the black wall of night ahead. Votive had spoken more than once of this wilder? ness. Many an unlucky traveler had been lost forever lu its fastnesses. "It is tlx' river, your highness. There is no danger. I will nut lead you into 51." he said, a trifle roughly. "We are low m the valley, and there are marshes yonder when the river is in its natural bed. The floods have cover? ed +i,a low- vmnnds. and there is a tor? rent ^ohuag duwil from the hills. Here j we arc, y orr highness. This is tue inn 1 oTIlt?T?awk and "Raven* He bowed and pointed with his to the smoldering fire a short dist ahead. They had turned a bend ir overhanging cliff and were very < to the retreat before she saw the g The fire was in the open air an< rectly in front of a deep cleft in rocky background. Judging by sound the river could not be more 200 feet away. Men came up lanterns and others piled brush \ the fire. In a very short time the was weirdly illuminated by the d ing flames. ' From her seat on the 1 log Beverly was thus enabled to sui a portion of her surroundings, overhanging ledge of rock forme wide, deep canopy, underneath w was perfect shelter. The floor see to be rich, grassless loam, and here there were pallets of long grass, dently the couches of these home men. All about w?re huge trees, in the direction of the river the g grew higher and then gave plac< reeds. The foliage above was so d< that the moon and stars were invis: There was a deathly stillness in the The very loneliness was so appal that Beverly's poor little heart wa a quiver of dread. Aunt Fanny, 1 sat near by, had not spoken since 1< ing the coach, but her eyes were pressively active. . The tall leader stood near the conversing with half a dozen of his lowers. Miss Calhoun's eyes fin rested upon this central figure in strange picture. He was attired i dark gray uniform that reminded oddly of the dragoon choruses in comic operas at home. The garme: while torn and soiled, were well fittl His shoulders were broad and squ? his hips narrow, his legs long ? straight. There was an air of im dent grace about him that went T with his life and profession. "Surely here was a careless free la upon, whom life weighed lightly, wi death "stood afar off" and despair The light of tlie fire brought his glei ing face into bold relief, for his i was off. Black and thick was his h; rumpled and apparently uncared 1 The face was leam* smooth and stro with a devil-may-care curve ?t the c ners of the mouth. Beverly found h self lamenting the fact that such an teresting face should be marred by ugly black patch, covering she kn. not what manner of detect. As for 1 rest of them, they were a grim co pany. Some were young and beardie others were old and grizzly, but were active, alert and strong. T leader appeared to be the only one the party who could speak and und? stand the English language. As Bi erly sat and watched his virile, moe lng face and studied his graceful m?^ ments she found herself wonder! how an ignorant, homeless wander in the hills could be so poetic and cultured as this fellow seemed to be. Three or four men, who were unm takably of a lower order than tb? companions, set about preparing a sn per. Others unhitched the tired hors and led them off toward the river. Tv dashing young fellows carried the se cushions under the rocky canopy ar constructed an elaborate couch for ti "princess." The chief, with his <yn hands, soon began the construction < a small chamber in this particular co ner of the cave near the opening. Tl walls of the chamber were formed < carriage robes and blankets, cloaks au oak branches. "The guest chamber, your highness, he said, approaching her with a smll at the conclusion of his work. "It has been most interesting t watch you," she said, rising. "And it has been a delight to inter est you," he responded. "You will fin seclusion there, and you need see non of us until it pleases you." S^e looked him fairly in the eye for ? moment and then impulsively extends her hand. He clasped it warmly, bu not without some show of surprise. "I am trusting you implicitly," sh said. "The knave is. glorified," was hi; simple rejoinder. He conducted he to the improvised bedchamber, Aun Fanny following with loyal but un certain tread. "I regret, your high ness, that the conveniences are so few We have no landlady except Mothei Earth, no waiters, no porters, no maids in the Inn of the Hawk and Raven This being a men's hotel, the baths uri on the river front. I am having water brought to your apartments, however, but it is with deepest shame and sor? row that I confess we have no towels." She laughed so heartily that his face brightened perceptibly, while the faces of his men turned in their direction as though by concert. "It is a typical mountain resort, then," she said. "I" think I can man? age very well if you will fetch my bags to my room, sir." "By the way, will you have dinner served in your room?" very good hu moredly. "If you don't mind, I'd like to eat in the public dining room," said she. A few minutes later Beverly was sitting upon one of her small trunks, and Aunt Fanny was laboriously brushing ber dark hair. "It's very jolly being a princess," murmured Miss Calhoun. She nad bathed her face in o::c* of the leather buckets from Hie coach, and. the dust of the road laid been brushed away by the vigorous lady in waiting. "Yaas, ma'am, Miss-yo' highness, hit's monstrous line lo' yo', but whar ls Ah goin' to sleep? Out yondah vif all dose scalawags?" said Aunt Fanny rebelliously. "You shall have a bed in here, Aunt Fanny," said Beverly. "Dey's de queeres' lot o' tramps Ah eveh did see, an' Ah wouldu' trust 'em as fer as Ali could heave a brick hcuse." "But the leader is such a very courte? ous gentleman." remonstrated Beverly. "Yaas, ma'am; ho mussa came fm Gawgia or Kaintuck," was Aunt Fan? ny's sincere romplimen1 The pseudo ;-riuceti; dined with tie J vagabonds ThtaT mgric. SSe "saigon the log beside the tall leader and ate heartily of the broth and broiled goat meat, the grrpes and the nuts, and drank of the spring water, which took the place of wine and coffee and cor? dial. It was a strange supper amid strange environments, but she enjoyed it as she had never before enjoyed a meal. The air was full of romance and danger, and her imagination was enthralled. Everything was so new and unreal that she scarcely could be? lieve herself awake. The world seem? ed to have gone back to the days of Robin Hood and his merry men. "You fare well at the Inn of the Hawk and Raven/' she said to him, her voice tremulous with excitement. He looked mournfully at her for a moment and then smiled naively. "It is the first wholesome meal we have had in two days," he replied. "You don't mean it!" "Yes. We were lucky with the guns today. Fate was kind to us-and to you, for we are better prepared to en? tertain royalty today than at any time since I have been in the hills of Grau stark." "Then you have not always lived in Graust irk?" "Alas., no, your highness. I have lived elsewhere." "But you were born in the princi? pality?' "I am a subject of its princess in heart from this day forth, but not by birth or condition. I am a native of the vast domain known to a few of as as Circumstance," and he smiled rather recklessly. -"You are a poet a delicious poet," cried Beverly, forgetting herself in her enthusiasm. "Perhaps that is why I am hungry and unshorn. It had not occurred to me in that light When you are ready to retire, your highness," he said, abruptly rising, "we shall be pleased to consider the Inn of the Hawk and Raven closed for the night. Having feasted well, we should sleep well. We hare a hard day before us. With your consent I shall place my couch of grass near your door. I am the porter. You have but to call if any? thing is desired." She was tired, but she would have sat up all night rather than miss any of the strange romance that had been thrust upon her. But Sir Redfeather's suggestion savored of a command, and she reluctantly made her way to the flapping blanket that marked the en? trance to the bedchamber. He drew the curtain aside, swung his hat low and mattered a soft good night "May your highness' dreams be pleas? ant ones!" he said. "Thank you," said she, and the cur? tain dropped impertinently. "That was very cool of him, I must say," she add? ed as she looked at the wavering door. When she went to sleep she never knew. Sin was certain that her ere? were rebellious for a long time and that she wondered how her gray dress would look after she had slept in it all night. She heard low singing as if in the distance, hut after awhile the stillness became so intense that its pressure almost suffocated her. The rush of the river grew louder and loud? er, and there was a swishing sound that died in her ears almost as she won? dered what it meant. Her last wak? ing thoughts were of the "black patch" poet Was he lying near the door? She was awakened in the middle of the night by the violent flapping of ber chamber window; Startled, she sat bolt upright and strained her eyes to pierce the mysterious darkness. Aunt Fanny, on her bed of grass, stirred convulsively, but did not awake. The blackness of the strange chamber was broker, ever and anon by faint flashes of light from without, and she lived through long minutes of terror before it dawned upon her that a thunder? storm was brewing. The wind was rising, and the night seemed agog with excitement. Beverly crept from her couch and felt her way to the fluttering doorway. Drawing aside the blanket she p<?ered forth into the night her heart jumping with terror. Her high? ness was very much afraid of thunder r.nd lightning* The "fire in the open had died down until naught remained but a few glow? ing embers. These were blown into brilliancy by the wind, casting a steady red light over the scene. There was but one human figure in sight. Beside the fire stood the tall wanderer. He was hatless and coatless. and his arms were folded across his chest. Seeming? ly oblivious to the approach of the storm he stood staring into the heap of j ashes at his feet His face was toward her, every feature plainly distinguish? able in the faint glow from the fire. To her amazement the black patch was missing from his eye, and, what sur? prised her almos- to the point of ex? claiming aloud, there appeared to be absolutely no reason for its presence there at any time. There was no mark or blemish upon or about the eye. It was os clear and penetrating as its fellow, darkly gleaming in the red glow from below. Moreover, Beverly saw that he was strikingly handsome-a strong, manly face. The highly im? aginative southern girl's mind reverted to tlie first portraits of Napoleon she had seen. Suddenly he started, threw up his head and. looking up to the sky, utter? ed some strange wo; us. Thea ho strode abruptly toward her doorway. ?>he fell back breathless. Ile stopped just outside, and she knew that he was listening for sounds from within. Aft? er many minutes she stealthily looked forth again. Ile was standing near the fire, his back toward her, looking off Into the night. [TO El O05TDT?KD.J Tnfam?j?nr With the Beaut. "Yes." reniai ked the professor, "I rather pride n-.yself on the discovery of another hypothesis." "Indeed," replied Mrs. Cumrox, a lit? tle doubtfully. "I had an idea they v. ere quite extinct**-Washington Star. ; ? - - FIGHTING GOOD WORK. Federation of Labor Trying to Pre? vent Desirable Aliens From Being Brought to the South. Wushington. D. C., Nov. 13.-The protest of the agents of the American Frederation of Labor against the ad? mission of the immigrants which came on the Wittekind to Charleston has gone so far that the bureau of immigration has placed the matter in the hands of the department of justice. . The solicitor will take up the case and determine whether or not there is evidence of violation of the alien contract labor law sufficient to bring prosecution. It is alleged not only that the im? migrants were brought over under contract, but that Commissioner Watson in soliciting immigrants at all, violated the law. If the courts so constitute it, it will put an end to all soliciting of im? migrants abroad even by representa? tives of a State. Commissioner Wat? son, it seems, had the approval of Commission Sargent himself not only in this instance, but in others, so that Mr. Sargent himself in some respects might be held as guilty as Mr. Wat? son. * The Federation of Labor has been severely criticising Mr. Sargent for geing to Charleston and admitting the immigrants. "He put his foot in it," they say by having anything to do with it. The Federation of Labor/is trying to stop all immigration of laborers into this countrv and its representa? tives seem very determined in this case.-The State. How's This? We offer One Hundred Dollars Re? ward for any case of Catarrh that cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh Cure. F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo? O. We, the undersigned, have known F. J. Cheney for the> last 15 years, and believe him perfectly honorable in ail business transactions and finan? cially able co carry out any obliga, tiens made by his firm. Walding, Kinnan & Marvin, Wholesale Druggists, Toledo, O.. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken inter? nally, acting directly upon the blood a:.d mucous surfaces of the system. Testimonials sent free. Price 75c. per bottle. Sold by all druggists Take Hail's Family Piiis or con? stipation. 8 tO-lm THE FISH TRUST. Boston, '?lass., Nov. 15.--The fish trust is the last to appear. It is said that all the large concerns of Boston and Gloucester will co-operate under a corporate charter, the concern be? ing capitalized at $5,000,000. The company will establish a great drying and curing factory for the western trad *Need vt good cathartic? A pill is best. Say a pill like Dewitt's Little Early Ricers. About the most reliable on the m-trket. Sold by all druggists. Mrs. J. Ellen Foster, cf Washing? ton, by direction of the President, has been detailed from the department of justice to investigate the condition of women and child workers throughout the country. Legislation upon this subject is- now pending before Con? gress. Mrs. Foster has had years of philanthropic work, and, therefore, is peculiarly fitted for the mission she has undertaken. . A Year of Blood. *The year 1903 will long be remem? bered in the home of F. N. Tacket, of Alliance, Ky., as a year of blood; which flowed so copiously from Mr. Tackers lungs that death seemed very near. He writes: "Severe bleed? ing from the lungs and a frightful cough had brought me at death's door, when I began taking Dr. King's Xew Discovery for consumption, with the astonishing result that after tak? ing four bottles I was completely re? stored and as time has proven perma? nently cured." Guaranteed for sore lungs, roughs and colds, at Sibert's drug store. Price 50c. and $1. Trial bottle free. About the truest and cleverest thing Hearst said during his cam? paign was his remark that "the grand masters of the plunderbund never do? nate anything to a political party, they invest."-Raleigh News and Ob? server. ?The best treatment for indigestion and trouble of the stomach is to rest the stomach. It can be rested by starvation or by the use of a good di gestant which will digest the food eaten, thus taking the work off the stomach. At the propei tempera? ture, a single teaspoonful of K^dol will wholly digest 3,000 grains of food. It relieves the present annoy? ance, puts the stomach in shape to satisfactorily perform its functions. Good for indigetsion, sour stomach, flatulenee, palpitation of the heart and dyspepsia. Kodol is made in strict conformity with the National Pure F< J and Drus Lf > r ". bj all