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"Well, Dolly, ;here I am again." "Yes, Santa Claus, and I've come to talk to you again and tell you where you can get just everything you want for all of the Girls and Boys and old folks. I HE WUINDCK STOKE! This is the only place in Union where you can find a full assortment of everything for Xinas?in fact here you can find everything to lill up a house with, from a Pin to a Piano, including Furniture of every kind, Hugs, Shades, Lace Curtains, Blankets, Quilts, Trunks, Suits, Stove, Guns, Clocks, Crockery, China, Tin, Wooden-ware, Cutlery, Silver and Gold plated goods, Sewing Machines, Pianos, Organs, all Stringed Instruments, and just everything you want, with prices reasonable, some thing* cheaper than ever, especially on his Bargain counters for lc, 5c, 10c, 15c and 25c. Many things on these counters at less than half the price you pay elsewhere. The people tell Mr. Rice, the "Wonder Man," that his store has the right name, and it sure is so. Oh! the DOLLS! DOLLS!! DOLLS!!! of all kinds?Kid body, sleeping, Mamma and Papa, Cloth, Bisque, China, Washable, and all kinds. See the great big show dolls, and the silk dressed dolls, from lc up. TOYS! TOYS!! TOYS!!! Trains that run, and Trains that stand, Bears, Dogs, Donkeys, Cows, Horses, Goats, Elephants, Sheep, Monkeys, Magic J /in terns, Engines, Doll Furniture, and everything. This is the place to go for all your presents." YOUR LITTLE DOLLY. The Difference. Humor and Philosophy 13ut going down, 1 rather guess. By DUNCAN M. SMITH You shoot *-? * the Copyright, 1904. by Duncan SI. Smith. chutes. INDOLENT PHILOSOPHY. ? T ~~~ Her First Batch. X dislike to roam and ramble 'Ho asked for bread, and she gave Through the weeds and reeds and grass, him a stone." Through the liaxol brush and bramble, "Poor Weary! I suppose that was 11 a r ?T mil t hi g'. nuI,sVrmsl'fuImylSS' the f"'st inliu,,,,i.,,)n he Uad tl,at tho Joy from this sonic folks derive? lady was a bride. Still, the hce that gets the honey Doesn't drone around tho hive. . Ignorance. Much I love to watch sweet Nancy "I know no north nor south nor Wh/.n ,1... o..<-o .... .... m.i..a tumi. | west!" shouted the orator. ShICd8on-tCrea.J."'forl-amosTnd" sport, I '^oor ma,,!" exclaimed the sympaAnd for mo h<-r looks are sunny > thelio old lady. "Ilis early education Only when I sweat ami strive. I was sadly neglected." Well, the bee that Rets the honoy j * Doesn't hang around the hive. i PERT PARAGRAPHS. Hazel nuts and tennis maiden, I Both are sweet and templing too. . Nancy, fair and mischief laden, *f would he easier to tolerate tlifl Wlli Insist that I must ?lo man who knows it all if lie did. Deeds absurd. It's really funny What odil things she does contrive. . , . ... Well the bee that gets the honey 11,0 eloquent and wordy critic Mustn't hang around the hive. on earth cannot argue down gate receipts. Now, I rather think that hanging Hound the hive Is just my forte. Better far it suits than banging A real bright man ulT"p and down a tennis court. ways knows when a wowho thinks the thing: is fenny mini's no means no. Break his neck and blindly strive, | / " Woo the maiden, inch the honey; i **/_/?... I will hang around the hive. j fO|[>r!ii[j?AP Love at first sight may ' \5r~~?~ really he called a species Juvenile Wisdom, ?f st,t'oml 8l8ht n Would you naturally I I u (A J infer that horse sense I i| Iwjw \yr {j ^ tvr-w" t,ran,l than common f ^ JJ ~ VfriNk Any one watching a small boy locate ? w/ HTji fjll' iW Milj&t ft ^ar Jani wi" f0"10 t? concluI /ZV^lfi 8'on lower animals are not the \ ' ' <$$/ {W^ onlj' ones that have instinct. ~ The wise man will not push a good tiling along. He will chain it down. Johnny?What does this mean where ft says the enemy shelled the woods? To stale an old truth over only a Willie?Maybe It was a hickory nut little more emphatic, no man is a hero grove. i in the eyes of his typewriter. Job Near Home. , A kJ|(j actOI. n,ay ho ., ^ood man, but "I wish I were the fool killer for y0(1 (j0?t soe how! about au hour." "Not contemplating suicide, I hope." lt ig ? KU0(I <1(,al harder to find mon > j mull u? iiiiii tut" owner <>i n. Then He Likes It. A trnmp won't shirk; he Is sure to work The man behind the slot machine When he strikes iin easy mark. thinks that pennies are just as good Th#nJ:irrkS him r,Kht WHh aU h,S anv other kind of money, might, And ho earns a Jolly lark. , , , A landscape painter should never Don't Co Together. lliS ,ry '? ""int "'U "Ger husband Is an honest man." "Poor girl! I thought she married a u jg ,)Cn?lse the JnpanP8e ure flr9t fellow with money. jn W!ir (],,,(_ ulo Russians may he obliged to he tb'st in peace. He Understands Them. _ "He has a keen sense of humor." The chilliest, map in the world warms "He must have, judging from the op to his mother-in-law as Thanksgivway be laughs at his own jokes." tug approaches. . I. ) . f. I TKe Yellow Holly By FERGUS HUME. Author of "The Mystery of n Hansom Cab," Etc. Copyright, 1903. hy O. n*. Dillingham Company (Continued from 6th puge.) ?.? I carry out tuy plans so as to leuru who killed Mrs. Jersey." "Then you arc looking after the case'.'" "On behalf of Lord Derriuglou. Ho has an Idea that the assassin became possessed of a confession which Mrs. Jersey left behind her"? "Ilow do you know she left it V "Because I knew Mrs. Jersey very well, and, as 1 told you long since, I was once a boarder here. One day | she let slip that she had some one in . her power, and would leave the evidence of that power behind her so that her niece might benefit. 1 told | this to Lord Iterrington. lie insisted ! that I should try to discover the as- j sassin s>> as to get that confession, which compromises him, back again. To spur me on lie has promised ine a reward of a thousand pounds should 1 obtain the confession and the conviction of the assassin. As I want money to marry Lola, I am doing my best. I came to live hero for that purpose. Lord Hcrrington talking of my visit to the house on the night of the crime would have jeopardized my plans, therefore I was obliged?as you say to threaten him so as to make him keep silent. So far, do you blame me, Mr. BrendouV" "No," replied (leorge, after some tlir.ii..Ill- ill.. .....i n.? iMvuf,t?iv vim j UOIIUV9 uif im'iinn. But you mignt have adopted less rascally means." "I have not adopted any. I have not asked Lord Derriugton for money, so I am not a blackmailer; nor do 1 intend to claim from him anything but what is justly mine." "And what is justly yours, if you pleaseV" "The reward of ?1.000 for the discovery of the assassin." "Oh! Have you learned who killed her?" "Not yet, but 1 may learu. At present I confess I am in fault." George pondered a little. So far Bawdsey spoke frankly enough, but he could not help mistrusting liini. However, since the man was in the telling vein, he thought it best to betray no doubts lest Bawdsey should turn rusty. "Well, the discovery is in your bands," be said, "and I sincerely trust you will gain that thousand pounds. I am as unwilling as my grandfather that Mrs. Jersey's connection ytitlL_tbiS^ unfortunate business should become mill)!'* I n in I?. . Iiiu I m H,1 IVIIflUWU licit the person who took that confession stabbed the unfortunate woman." "Do you think so?" asked Bawdsey, stealing a glance at the newspaper. George nodded. "Tin? confession was written. 1 learned that much from Margery. Mrs. Jersey told Iter it was n story. Well, as the confession was not found among Mrs. Jersey's papers when she died, it must have been taken by some one. ltnt 1 can't think what interest such a tiling can have had for any one unless"? "l" 11 less what. Mr. Brendon?" "1'nloss it contained the name of the person who assassinated my father." "IIow could Mrs. Jersey know that?" "She was at San Itemo when my father was killed; she loved him and she used to follow him. How 1 learned these things, Bawdsey, does not matter. But it is just possible that Mrs. Jersey?or Eliza Stokes as she was then?might have some knowledge of who committed the crime. If that was set down in her confession (as is highly probable), I can quite understand that the original assassin killed her to gain a dangerous document such as it undoubtedly was." "Then you think that the assassin of your father was also the assassin of Mrs. Jersev?" "I fancy so. as I can explain the disappearance of the confession in no other way. And if I remember rightly, ltawdsey. it wa:? yon who said that tin* San IU'tno crime was connected with the one committed in this house." "I did say so," replied Bnwdsey thoughtfully, lie pondered for a few minutes and then looked up briskly. "Well. Mr. Brandon, that point cannot be settled without proof, and there Is no use our wasting time in indulging In vain spcciiiniions. I.et me tell you about the night I went to see Mrs. Jersey." "<!o on," said itretulon, crossing his legs. am till attention." "I knew before your grandfather came to see me that you were about to pass tho night hero. Lola told ine." "Yes, 1 was foolish enough to tell her; though, to he sure, I li.nl no great reason to corn eal my visit to Train. 1 never knew that a murder would take place. fc?o Lola told youV ' Hawdsey nodded. "She did. But 1 I never intended to bother about the matter, as 1 did not think there was anything in your visit. But Lord laerrluglon came and put a different complexion on the affair. It was his belief that you intended to force Mrs. Jersey into confessing." "I cuiue to appeal to her," said Breudou dryly. "There was no thought of forcing in my mind." "Lord Derrington judged you by himself and thought there might be. I rather agreed with liiui. Then, knowing his temper, 1 fancied if he went to see Mrs. .Jersey there would be a row and a scandal, and I did not want that to happen. I was making u very, gopd tUiug qut of Lortk-J^or uijuw : 1 ueueve ji is i.oiu, though no iniino is mentioned." [to be continued.] j lUHIrt In tlie Snow. Many groat battles have been fought In the snow, Ellnu and Ilohenlinden being familiar examples. Austerlitz was fought in intensely cold weather, and the Itussinn losses were Increased by Napoleon turning the fire of his artillery on the frozen lakes over which the Russians sought to retreat In our civil war Fort Donelson was captured in Februnry, Fredericksburg was fought in December, Htonc River Dec. SI, 1802, Jan. 2, 18G3, and Thomas defeated and ruined Hood's army at Nashville on tho 15th and 10th of December, 1804. ?1 ? rington," v!<ly, I "anil if a scai '^S^SSiBCEAf n,y occulta! ion woi J*. 1 therefore detern and to go myself." M/B "lint why in I that?* "I thought tl night not admit me. 1 d'-IJ1<J ^'hould order mo out of Use i?~.. I I could gain time by being mistaken for Lord Dor rington. 1 drugged the old gentleman, and then, taking bis coat and the latchkey, 1 went to see Mrs. Jersey." "At what time were you there?" "Some time before Hi. I cannot say for certain. Well, Mr. Brendon, 1 let myself in with the latchkey, and 1 i found the house by the red light over the door. In former years it had been my custom to guide myself in that way. I tjlil Lola so." "Why did you tell her that?" "Oh, she knew that you were going late to the house and made a fuss about the chance of your being lost in J the fog. I said that probably Train would tell you of the red light and that you could guide yourself by that." | "Humph! I.oln was always uuncccs- ' sarily kind," said tleorge. "Well?" "Well, I closed the door softly and went into the sitting room." "You knew where that was?" "Of course. Don't I tell you 1 once lived iu this house? 1 entered the sitting room. The lamp was burning, ] and Mrs. Jersey was seated at the table." Buwdsey shuddered. "There is , no need to tell you more. I left the | room at once, for the sight liorritied | me." "Why did you pause in the ball?" "1 thought I heard a footstep on the staif's, and the shock gave me one of my tits?the fear of open spaces, you know. How did you come to learn ! that 1 paused in the ball?" "Because I had come down the stairs to see who was with Mrs. Jersey." "Ah! Then it must have been your i footstep 1 heard," said the detective. "Well, I soon recovered and left the bouse." "What about the stiletto?" I "It was lying on the lloor near the table. I saw it glittering in tlie lamplight. As there was blood on it and I saw the wound I knew that Mrs. Jersey had been killed by it. I slipped it into my pocket with a vague idea that thereby I might trace the assassin." "Did you leave it purposely in the eoatV" "No," said Hawdsey frankly. "I did not. I was so moved and?as a woman would say?llustered by the death that 1 forgot all about it. Lord Derringlon woke tip and went home. I said nothing about the murder to him at the time. I had not the nerve. It was only after he departed that 1 remembered the stiletto. I thought he might make a row and aeeuso me of the crime. So that is all I can tell you, : "/ never meant you to see that!" I Mr. Brendon, and you will soo llint 1 am not such a bad man as you try to make out." "Oli, you have spoken clearly j enough," said George. Then, after a pause: "Yes, I think you are honest, so ; fur as i can judge. 1 trust you." Bawdsey looked delighted. "Will you have a glass of wine with me to show that''" lie asked, rising. "On the A rah principle of hrcad and saltV" said Brendon. "Certainly." Bawdsey nodded in a pleased manner and went to his sideboard at the end of the room, George mechanically took up the newspaper. His eyes were caught by a cross heading. "Strange j Afl'air In an Kssex Church," and by the words "destruction of the registers." Just as he was about to glance over the article, never thinking what it meant to him. Bawdsey returned with the wine and two glasses, lie uttered an exclamation of dismay when he saw the paper in George's hand. "Hang it, I never meant you to sec that!" he said. "Why not?" replied George. "Is it this newS about a lady trying to tear the registers?" lie started and looked at Bawdsey, who was uneasy and pale. "It's Cola!" said George. "No, and yet?why should you not rAPRIL^^J % SHOWERS I 2 By "Ruth S'antelle 3 O Copurivht, 10OL, hi/ A". A/. U'liileUcail C ? 0404040^04C04C*0^0<>0*C* C The raindrops pattered down an merrily and musically as if an unexpected shower were a most delightful thing. They washed the brick pave meat to a fresh red, making tiny rivu lets of the glitters. But Phyllis Dairyuiple was not occupied with admiration of the raindrops' pranks. It was provoking! Ten minutes before there had not been 11 suspicion of rain. And here she was cooped up on the tiny piazza of an apartment house, without the remotest hope of rescue till the rain should please to cease. How empty the street seemed too! A lone pedestrian! Enviable creature, with rain coat and umbrella sauntering along as if being out in the rain were the pleasantest thing in.ag inable, and now?what an odd youuf, man he was?stopping right in from of her to watch the tiny river swirl am divide upon an obstructing brick! "I beg your pardon, sir, but couh you possibly let me"? ller voice fal tered. Herbert Ward heeled about and be held, perched on the top step under tin narrow shelter, a most alluring pietun of distress. "Can I be of assistance?" he began drawing nearer, hat in hand. '"Y01 were speaking to me?" The vision stiffened from its appeal ing attitude. "You must be mistaken, sir. 1 d< not recall having met .you." Then hastily, at his look of Injured surprise "Oil, yes, yes. Forgive me. I dk speak to you. Oh, please don't g< away and leave me now!" The bewilderment 011 Ward's fac< was so very frank that the girl brok< 1UILF il I ipfllt; \ji mi|g?lv|< "Really, I must ask you to forgivi me again. I do not mean to l>o rude But It was funny to see you looking as overcome as I felt. There! Tha smile makes me sure you are gooi Matured, and if j'ou'll come up out ol the rain I'll try to tell you." Ward accepted with alacrity. "You see I was caught by the show cr -Ward nodded, with a coinprc hensive glance at the dainty toilet"nnd I simply must go on, because 1 promised to take this lace pattern t< ohl Mrs. \\ nlker, and I always keei my word. And I couldn't wait verj long either, because I've an engage ment at ,1. And there's 110 car, no cab no anything?and you just looked Uk< salvation?and I was sure you hadn't anything to do, because you werer* hurrying at all, you know"? "Not a thing except your bidding un til 3," assented Ward. "I, too, have ai appointment." "Then you could just as well as not you know, walk along? I don't believ< I ever asked any one before," she con fessed, with a charming blush, in apol ogy for her embarrassment. "Couldn't have done so well wltl years of experience," declared Ward looking interested. "My worthy urn brella and humble self are yours mos devotedly. And as It seems already t< be raining quite a little less viciouslj perhaps you'd like to start." he sue gested. "iou are very kind," replied Phyllii demurely, gathering up her rallies pre pnratory to setting out. As a matter of fact, it was not rain g ?>?ch now, but the big umbrelh and Its stalwart owner were excellen company in the deserted street f."1 bel,eve 1 like ""eonven tlonality," said Phyllis, picking hei way as a dainty woman will, "it'i so?well, different from everyday." "I am convinced that I like uneon WnJd if tl,,S 1S IesI)olu,ei Phyllis looked reproachful. 1 ns what I thought about 1 I'eforo J first spoke," she said hurried 13'. "Of course we don't know end other at nil"? "Worse luck!" said a voice at he Bide. ?"but I need to bo rescued, and he'i apparently nothing better to do thai rescue me. lie looks trustworthy, am after he takes me to Mrs. Walker's where I can send for the carriage, w< snail never see each other again"? Never see each other again! Oh say, after I do my best"and as I am perfectly sure"?wltl no hesitation to show that she beard ? word of the protest?"from bis appear nnce that lie would not dream of tak ng ndvantage of my confidence I thlnl " ? y"n?tlle rIsk of appealing to hii generosity." J boy walked for a minute silently Then she stole a glance at bis cleai lit face, flushed with mortification and relented. iou are doing mo such a favor"more genlally-"th?t I don't mind tell Jii" 1 wns hon,ibly frightene. after I spoke and truly believe I shouh have run away the minute you turne. lMt hadn t been for the rain." "Thank heaven for rain!" be mui mured so fervently that they botl smiled and caught each other In th "But I really think it's not ralnln, ln^ leff?H\ 8h? "T1,ere's "oth trees " th? K1)riuk,? from tin # wou,d roln your frock In n< time. And he gave the exquisite!' gowned little figure another openly np proving glance. courS??" responded Phylllg unon ?perm,t myself to presnmi uponyour kindness when I don't real ? yop, ftad, th? sun i : ^ * " an invalid niece she made the best of 1 her lime and has only twenty-four hours to regret?hours during which she was lost in deep woods Into which 1 she had ventured to search for a de" sired medicinal plant. 1 Her absence much alarmed her niece, and when the search party at last returned with Miss Jelly, whom they had found hungry, but safe, the niece * fell on her aunt's neck. . 1 "Oh, Aunt Phoebe," she sobbed, ^ ' "weren't you frightened to death out * in those dreadful woods all night?" 3 "Frightened!" said Miss Jelly, with fine sconi. "No, I wasn't. I reckoned 1 there wouldn't lie any critters but what I could get away from if it came 1 to that, for I can climb with the best, 1 and I'd chosen my tree. But It did " make mo mad to think of the chance I * had to study out that knitting pattern 1 Miss Brown's cousin sent her, and * there I was with not a single knitting needle or a mite o* yarn!"?Youth's * Companion. r Too Rich For the Blood. A tall, rawlioned, country looking..^ " fellow wandered Into a Seattle restaurant recently and diffidently took a J seat, removing his hat and <mrefully 1 putting it under the table. A waiter ^ brought htm u bill of fare and waited for some time, but, becoming tired, left '* the fellow carefully studying the Hat h in front of him. Every time the walt6 er enme near him he was still buried in a perusal of the bill of fare, and at % ii-iiKiu, hi me ena 01 nenriy nair an i- hour, arose to depart. "What Is the ? matter, sir?" anxiously queried the waiter, thinking that the patron had o been offended. "Too steep fer me, 7 young feller. I can't pay $28.45 fer ' one meal. It's too rich fer my blood." On the table at which the man had i, been seated was found a small piece e of paper covered with figures. He bad I- added together the prices of everything on the bill of fare. * trying its best to shine'this very m... ute." % "May failure attend its efforts?that is?I mean?you know how very uncertain such weather is, and if I allowed you to be caught again I'd never forgive myself." "Ob, you wouldn't think of It again, of course," she laughed coyly. "But I should he desolated if t caused you to miss your appointment It's quite a little nearer 3 than It was, you 1 know." "Hang the appointment! Oh, I say, I I beg your pardon, you know. But really I'm having such a good time I'd . forgotten, and it's a bore anyway." "The appointment?" "Yes, a beastly duty, you see. You wouldn't mind my unburdening myself? I'm Just in town for a few ' weeks on business, and an old school gg* 1 chum made me promise I'd look up his C*J ' sister?gave me a letter and all that * i which I'm to present this afternoon. 1 t know her sort too well?the frothy, I gushy kind. Old Bob's the right stuff, I but these girls?Lord, I'd no end rather bo excused. If it hud only been sonic one like you, now"? "Oh, you really mustn't say it," came ' a queer, mutiled voice. Ward looked down to see a very pink face, a pair of unaccountably roguish ' eyes and a tempting mouth that twltchL ed at the corners. 1 "Why mustn't 1 say it?" lie persisted. "Hang conventionality! There I go 1 again-but bang It anyway! Here I am having the best time of my life, and Just because we happen not to have met formally 1 can't say what I think. " And, worse still, I've got to go presently and run my head straight into a noose. Probably find ail 'at home,' and ' the house full of others just like her. V 1 I'd not rebel at all If you were to 'take * care' of me?that is, If you were will" ing. Can't we he introduced or something, whatever would be necessary to > make it proper?" - - - .. The pretty face had burned pinker and pinker. 1 "Don't you think you're a bit hard } on a girl you've never seen?" suggested the same mufiled voice. 1 "Don't have to see her. What's more, ? don't want to. I know the sort, I tell you. Hut Bob"? "Hob who? I might know his sister." "Hob Dairyinple. Grand old chap f too." ' "I knew it!" triumphantly. "I mean J ?yes, I have heard of him. And here we are at Mrs. Walker's. You can't think how grateful I aiu for the sliaro in your umbrella?and your very refreshing frankness. Goodby." "Oil, I say! You're going to let me " find you again, aren't you? To lose you at once for a mere form when I've waited all these years." j The genuine distress on his face was too much for Phyllis' composure, and the repressed luuglitcr came in a gale of merriment. } "I won't detain you longer," she said, jy':?ging the gate with her toe. "I have ; *ir engagement at 3?something of a nuisance too. I shall have to entertain a friend of my brother's, and I under1 stand he's rather a stick?not half so charming us you have been, I'm sure." ' Then the gate slammed against her * 5 hand, and a shower of white cards sprinkled the walk. Ward beut to pick up her purse and from every white square was confronted by the words, 1 "Miss Phyllis Dnlrymple." . J ' "Miss Dnlrymple," lie stammered in " an agony of humiliation. "I?I?how J 1 could you let me?I"? /> ' But Phyllis was tripping up the / ' walk. As she reached the step she turned and smiled. Just then the sun burst from behind a cloud, transformi ing the world into a sparkle of dla- / mond drops. f ,, "Miss Dnlrymple will be at home, alone, at 3," she said. "It is possible J that she would listen to a?well, let iy M ' say an explanation." ( Jj A Few Momenta of Leisure. JK r Thrift and industry have been the | J ' 5 guiding stars of Miss Jelly's life. Durlnsr a soiourn in the Aiilrnndnr-lra aHtn