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The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1901-10-20
Dan GERS OF
COUCH

A slight cough neg
lected for n few DAYS
generally results IN
Bronchitis. and in nine
cases out Of ten tho
uffercr continues 10
attend 60 his or her
dutics without n
thought Of danger.
They are. however.
daily breathing lat,
these raw and innamci
air passages the dis
ease germs Il con-
sumption. and sooner
ar later some of ths-.
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1901-10-20
THE SUNSET or THE YEAR.

Tho r. T. Booth CO.. ithaca. Y. =.
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1901-10-20

germs will lind Judgement on the raw
spots and begin TO multiply. II requires
but a few days for these germs 60 bccoms
ARMY fixed in the lungs and then that
dread disease. consumption, begins.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

During all this time he had never
forgotten the sweet-faced young girl
his savior. Thrice had he written
to her, but no answer came; and now
when he went to the old office, he was
told that Anthony Warden had failed
three years previously and had died,
leaving his daughter penniless.
He determined to find her If money,
backed by love, could do SO; but all
search was u~navailing. She had disap-
peared, like many unfortunates, into
that mysterious realm where despair,
perhaps, Is the larger portion.
you will find her yet, Ralph said
his friend, DR.. Banks, to whom Ralph
Morton had confided his story. 1t was
a bleak winter evening, and they were
on their way to the doctors house.
Heaven will surely guide me to
her." answered Ralph.
AS they turned into a side street
a young woman a short distance ahead
stopped and uttered a low cry. A
drunken ruffian had barred her path.
He had already grasped her arm when
Morton, running forward, planted a
well-directed blow that SEM him reel
ing. Ralph caught the young woman,
half fainting, in his arms; then, as the
doctor hurried up, he turned her face
to the light. 1t was a thin, pale face,
though beautiful beauty matured
by days of struggle and sorrow.
Ralph Morton almost dropped the
light burden, as he gasped: "It is she
Amy! Q, Fred, thank heaven l have
found her at last!"
1t was in the doctors cozy house,
after he and his wife left them alone,
that he said: you were my guardian
angel once. Amy; will you continue
to be such? The debt | owe you can
only be repaid with a life's devotion.
Will you accept it, ~dearest?"
And she whispered: Il believe I
loved you then, Ralph; at least / was
sorry to have you go."-Boston Post.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

The Maori party in the New Zealand
house of representatives contains but
four native members, but it has great
power in the Moari interests. The
maoris have been %agitating lately for
a certain measure of home rule, and
it is another example of the practical
spirit which obtains in New Zealand
that they are to be given what they
seek. A measure has now been intro
duced to parliament at Wellington en-
bodying the modest claims of the ma
tives in regard to the Maori lands, and
no doubt it will, after sympathetic
discussion, be placed upon the statute
book of the great progressive colony.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07
Princes Never Bathed.

In earlier days princes were consid-
cred SO precious that they were not
permitted the ordinary pleasures of
childhood. So fearful were their
guardians that something harmful
would happen to them that the puor
little folk were not even given p bath
until they were several years old. In a
quaint sketch of the childhood of Louis
Kill, of France, his tutor writes, I'M
der the date of August, 1908: 1.-THE
dauphin was bathed for the first time,
put into the bath, and madame, his
sister, aged six, with him. The dau-
ph1n was eve years old at the time"
In his fourth year he had his feet
washed with a damp cloth; when he
was six they washed his feet in tepid
water in the queens basin for the first
time
Royal children of today are bathed
as much as if they were only ordinary
well-to do young folk, and their royal
fathers and mothers make them work
harder at their studies than children
usually have to. 1t is also quite the
thing for princes or princesses to learn
a trade or profession, SO that many of
them are doctors, nurses, mechanics,
cooks, lawyers, dressmakers and so
forth.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07
TIE REDEMPTION
or RALPFl MORTON


When Miss Amy Warden, only
child of the wealthy broker, Anthony
Warden. tripped into her fathers office
embodiment of beautiful, heathful, 10.
Nodding kindly toward the clerks, who
had for a moment ceased their scrib-
bling, she approached the door of her
fathers private Office. A privileged
character, as she well knew, turned
the knob gently, intending to surprise
him in the usual way.
AS she peeped into the dimly lighted
room she discovered at a glance that
her father vas not there; but his conf
Dental clerk, Ralph Morton, a good
looking young man of twenty-five, was
standing before the desk. For a space
she was puzzled by the young mans
peculiar actions-for he raised his
hand twice to the side of his head,
then, as If undecided, slowly lowered
it again, and each time she caught the
CLEAN of polished metal as it flashed
in the ray from the electric bulb.
Then, as if fully decided upon his ac-
ton, he partly turned his face toward
her; but she, noticing the tenseness of
his white features, realized in a flash
the awful import of his action, and
darting across the room, snatched the
deadly weapon from his hand and held
it behind her. For a space he stood.
regarding with wild eyes the beautiful,
terrified face before him, then, utter
ing a low groan, he sank into a chair
and his his face In his hands.
She stood looking at him, the color
gradually returning to her face; then
she said, a wondering pity in her tone:
20, Mr.. Morton, how could you think
of such a thing?"
lie slowly raised his head and met
her plying gaze wildly.
Why, do you stop me, Miss War
den?' he said brokenly. II am a thief!
l caught the accursed fever of specu-
lation and used your fathers money.
| prefer death to discovery and dis
honor
His eyes closed as if blinded by her
accusing gaze.
"And do you imagine this will save
you from dishonor?" she said gently
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07
A Persian Dinner,

The feast is preceded by pipes, while
tea and sweets are handed about.
Then the servants of the house appear
bringing in a long leather sheet,
which they spread in the middle of the
floor. The guests squat around this,
tailor-fashion. When all are seated, a
fiat loaf of bread is placed before ev-
eryone, and the music begins to play.
The various dishes are brought in on
trays and arranged around the leather
sheet at intervals. The covers are
then removed, the host says "Bismil-
lah" Tin the name of Cod, and, with
out another word, they all fall to-
London Globe.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07
Eggs without Shells.

In the report of the trade of Italy
for the years 1898 and 1899, by Sir
George Bonham, secretary to her ma
jesty's embassy at Rome, there is an
interesting paragraph describing the
system adopted for the expectation of
eggs to England for pastry. The shell
is removed, and the interior of the
egg-white and yolk together-is pack
ed in air-tight vessels or drums con-
tanning each 1000 eggs. Great care is
taken to ensure the eggs being fresh,
and to exclude the air, as one bad egg
spoils all the remainder, and renders
the consignment unstable. The new
system has the advantage of removing
the risk of breakage, and is also pre-
ferred by the pastry cook for whose
use they are intended. AS to the ex-
tent of the trade in eggs, the report
mentions that in 1897 Russia exported
to England over 1854, 600, 0O0.-Mark
Lane Express.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

The painters first impulse was to
hold out his hand in appreciation Of
the spontaneous sympathy; but he
checked himself, seized with an evil
suspicion.
The man was young, handsome, and
he murmured 'Lucienne."
Hofling with his hands on his FORE
head moved away, wishing to reflect.
Not wishing to believe he doubted all
ready.
The next day at the same hour the
man was there again, gazing at the
frame of mourning. The painter re-.
membered that he was already an old
man when he married Lucienne, and
that the young man was handsome,
and he thought, alas, that everything
was possible in this terrible world.
Then he realized that in losing his
wife he had not yet suffered the great
est of pains and that in two days a
new born anguish had come to him.
In his double distress he felt jealousy
of the dead.
During the entire week he revisited
the place and each time h saw the
fancied rival. At last the painter
feigning Indifference, naively and
clumsily observed:
Fine painting isn't it?"
The stranger turned slowly as IL
awakening with regrets from a dream.
"Oh, the painting! That is good but
it does not do her justice. You should
have seen her in life. She was still
more beautiful than that. She was
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

The practice Of commemorating the
one-hundredth anniversaries of i'm
portant events operates to keep fresh
in recollection the historical occur
rences of just a century back. A few
years ago we had a long series of
Revolutionary celebrations, beginning
with Concord and ending with York
town. The centenary of the Louis
lana purchase is now in preparation.
Many Of the states will celebrate the
hundredth anniversary of their admis-
sion to the Union; Tennessee has al
ready done so, and Ohio will soon fol-
low. In this way the world is steadily
living over again the great events of
the past. The time will doubtless come
when Honolulu, decked in gay colors,
will celebrate the centennial of it's an
nexation to the United States.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

Congress usually passes a general
River and Harbor" bill every other
year, and such a bill is due this win
ter. In the appropriations of this sort
the people of seaports and river towns
are naturally more interested than
are those of inland regions. A sea-
port representative in personal CONVEX
sation the other day put the case thus,
in order to persuade his inland asso-
ciates that they had as much to gain
by a certain harbor improvement as
he: 'It is not the mouth that profits
by the food that goes into it, but the
whole body. The harbor of my city is
but a mouth of the nation; by making
access to it easier, goods going and
coming have less to pay for transpor-
tation. This leaves more remaining
as your share on what you have to
sell abroad, and also makes what you
have to buy cost less"
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07
Queer Street Music.

Some of the hand organs and street
pianos this year are turning out re-
ligious music. Familiar hymn tunes
which have not ordinarily been heard
in the streets from these instruments
now seem to hold a crowd of listeners
as we'll as the Coney Island songs and
rag-time dances. One of the street
pianos which made the circuit of the
central part of the town just now is
playing as sober an air as that to
which is sung the hymn: ct is well,
it is well with my soul."-New York
Sun.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

At the recent meeting of the Ameri-
can Ornithologists' union, the commit
tee on bird protection submitted an
encouraging report of work done dur
ing the past year.. With the co-opera-
ton of lighthouse keepers, captains of
l~ife-saving stations and owners of is
lands on which gulls and terms breed,
the plum hunters were kept away from
fields which have heretofore yielded
their largest returns. Under the Lacey
bill, passed at the last session of con-
gress, the society was able to seize
the bodies of 1900 birds from a Harry
a n dealer, and to bring suit against
him. The good effect of this action
was felt at once. All the wholesale
milliners in Baltimore asked to have
their stock inspected, and offered to
withdraw whatever was held illegally.
1t is worth noting that among the
many ladies present at the meeting of
the union, not one wore a hat trimmed
with birds or feathers. The members
evidently practice what they preach.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

holding out the revolver. 30, Mr.. Nor
ton, do you not realize that it will
only add to it? Will such an act re,
store my fathers money or absolve
you in the eyes of the world and
God?' Infinite pity shone in her eyes
as she softly breathed the last word.
He did not look up, and she con-
tinued: you are young and talented,
Mr.. Morton, perhaps above the aver
age. The world is before you. Do you
presume to dictate in this way to the
tender mercy that has bestowed such
priceless gifts upon you? My father
may not overlook this. but there is
one, at least, who will. How much
money have you ta-used?" she CON
cluded.
He threw out his hands despairingly.
More than | can pay" he faltered.
Two thousand dollars at least"
She remained silent SO long that he
ventured to look at her. She seemed
to look beyond him, a smile like that
of a pleased child on her now flushed
face-the warmth of a high, noble re-
solve.
Your case requires no such desper-
ate remedy as this" she said, turning
her face a little from the growing
eagerness of his gaze. "Supposing
that IL replace this money, would"
He sprang to his feet. No, Miss
Warden, he cried. entreatingly. "You
must not think Of such a thing. l
have sinned; l must suffer"
You must do as 1 say, Mr.. Morton"
she firmly replied. MY father, l
know, would not forgive you; but that
is no reason for sacrificing your flu
ture career. Besides, you can repay
me some day."
He regarded her through a mist OF
tears, then held out his hand. 81 will
accept your offer, Miss Warden-the
offer of an angel" he said huskily.
"But l must leave this place and re-
deem myself among a strange people"
She started a little, but, laying her
soft hand in his, whispered: "It NAV
be for the best; but, wherever you
go. God be with you," and she left
him.
Five years had passed by when
Ralph Morton again entered the city
Of his past folly. He did not bring the
proverbial fortune, but he had amass-
ed a competence which many less for
tunate might envy.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07
THERE WERE DREAMS TO
SELL,

If there were dreams to sell,
Do / not know full well
What l would buy?
Hopes dear delusive spell u
Its happy tale to tell.
joys 1eeting sigh.
] would be young again;
Youths madding bliss and bane
l would recapture;
Though it were keen with pain,
All else seems void and vain IN
To that fine rapture. ~
/ would be glad once more.
Slip through an open door
Into life's glory;
Keep what 1 spent Of yore,
Find what l lost before,
Hear an old story.
AS 1t one day befell,
Breaking Deaths frozen spell
Love should draw nigh;
If there were dreams to sell.
Do / not know too well
What / would buy?
Louise Chandler Moulton.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

A Minneapolis widow fitted up a
room in her house, where for months
she nightly communed-or thought she
did-with the spirit of her dead hus-
band. Then a dashing young physi-
clan laid seige to her heart. Among
other good advice he said to her: 1T
is your duty, Emma, to turn your at
tention from the dead and seek hap
piness with the living" The spirit
chamber has been dismantled, and the
widow will soon be cheered by a liv-
ing husband.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

A society is being organized by DR..
a. ]. austen Kelly, of Brooklyn, for
the purpose of establishing colonies for
consumptives in Northern New York.
been bought in the foot hills of the
Adirondacks. The purpose is to es-
tablish a number of small farms, each
with it's own house. and the patients
will be given light work out of doors
when the weather is favorable.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07
The Frame In Mourning.
BY MAURICE

Ok MAO1LlCE NUN lii
Copyrighted, 1900, by Daily Story Pub. Coz
Sad with a poignant sadness was
that great frame of gold, draped with
a large piece of crepe in the middle
of a panel surrounded by groups Of
joyous peasants and gayly colored
landscapes. On the day of the open
ing of the salons exhibition of paint
ings the crowd thronged before the
frame in mourning from which looked
a portrait of a beautiful woman with a
sweet face.
The story of the portrait and It's
frame ran from mouth to mouth.
1t was the portrait of Madame Hol-
ling, wife of the celebrated artist. She
had died several days before, the open
ing of the salon, and it was his crushed
life full of despair that the artist
showed in exhibiting this memorial
of his happiness and misery.
Already past middle age he had
loved with doting love that splendid
creature with deep eyes and locks as
resplendent as FURNISHED gold. Five
years of marriage had not diminished
his autumnal passion. Holling loved
his wife with his eyes, with his heart,
body and soul as artist and as IS
band.
Then one evening a cold wind car
ried her away; she who had been SO
full of life was chilled in death. In
the morning she had sung joyously.
In the evening she was rigid and cold;
she slept in the eternal slumber.
The despair of the painter had been
terrible. He sobbed for hours by the
side of her bed. All Paris was moved
by the hopeless grief of one of her
dearest and most illustrious children.
But caring nothing for their sympathy
or pity and isolated in his anguish,
since the tragic moment, he had gone
through his existence seeing and hear
ing nothing, inconso abe and not wish
ing to be consoled.
Every morning as soon as the salon
opened Holling appeared ghostlike in
the gallery where hung the frame OF
gold with the drapery of crepe. With
arms crossed, twenty PAGES before the
painting, he remained for an indefinite
period contemplating the smiling Wis
age of hat young beauty, which was
all that remained of her. He would
say to himself:
Eyes, yes, it is you, it is indeed you,
There are your eyes, there is your
mouth. Those are the luxuriant tresses
in which l have plunged my hands. All
roP CoII I,aioonOI Vno. lob "a
me. 1t is l. Oh, your hand so pale
with it's almost imperceptible blue
viens. 1t is your hand! You arc
beautiful here as you were in truth,
You are my masterpiece of painting, as
you were my masterpiece of love. Poor
child, where are your"
And each morning on coming he
spoke to the immobile portrait and
sometimes it seemed to him that she
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

A man in Philadelphia takes five
daily papers, just to read the patent
medicine advertisements. He imagines,
when reading the symptoms of any
disease, that that malady is growing
unseen within his body, and he skips
off to the drug store and buys a rem
edy. During the past two Years he has
taken 772 bottles of various proprie-
tary preparations.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

THE husband whom she loved is l."
pretty in every expression. No words,
and no colors could tell the truth"
Holling clenched his fists.
you knew her then. Was she a
great friend of yours?" he asked in
a strained voice.
Il? Oh, no. She did not know that
| existed. But many times l have
seen her passing by and at receptions
and dances. One season l followed her
to the seaside, keeping at a distance,
daring nothing, hoping nothing. She
loved her husband as everybody said.
Then one could see without eyes that.
she was chaste as Diana. But pardon
me, sir, for telling you this. This
morning I am sad and l would tell
my griefs to the stones. For she is,
dead"
He sobbed. Then Holling taking
him by the shoulders shouted:
MY child, my child. The husband.
whom she loved is /. I am Holling.
Holling, Holling, the painter, I pardon
you the grief and evil thoughts you
have caused me during the past eight
days. If you knew what wicked
thoughts l had-my God, was, is she.
not pretty, M Lucienne?"
"You we're her husband? 1t is won
derful. Once without knowing you it
seemed to me that l hated you. Now
l love you for you are something that
belonged to her."
Here is my card. But you know
my name already; adieu."
And Holling rushed out Of the salon.
HE is crazy" thought the young
man. Tomorrow / shall see you again,
Lucienne."
Then he too left, more slowly with
his head bowed down and his eyes to-
ward the ground.
Six weeks later the salon closed. One
evening the man who loved the dead
woman received this letter:
"Sir: You have loved Luciene as she
deserved to be loved. You are the only
person in the world who would guard
her portrait as a religious souvenir.
"I had resolved to destroy her por-
trait and kill myself afterwards. l re-
nounce half of my plan. l will kill
myself but I will bequeath the portrait
to you so that eternal incense may
burn at the feet of my idol. In the
last moment courage fails me. I can
not nerve myself to destroy the por-
trait, while her eyes look into mine.
You will preserve the portrait, 1 am
sure of it. l have judged you worthy
to have it after me. Adeiu,
"Holling."
1t was true. He was unable to sur
vive his wife. The painter shot him
self in the heart.
The young man took possession of
the tragic image. At first he enjoyed
a foolish delirium of joy. He passed
three days in an ectasy.
Little by little be became calmer.
Finally at the end of six months
when he was about to get married and
needed money he sold the portrait of
Lucienne Holling for $4,000 to a Chi
cago millionaire,
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He sobbed for hours by the side OF her
bed.
answered. The few visitors there in
the early hours respected his dementia.
They saluted him in passing, but he
answered them not or broke into sobs.
One day upon his arrival he found a
man standing directly in front of the
portrait. He was wounded. and jeal-
Gus as if some one had stared at his
living wife. He stepped up and pushed
aside the man who moved a few steps
without ceasing to gaze at the portrait.
Then Holling regarded the intruder
and saw with surprise that he too had
tears in his eyes and upon his cheeks.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

The oldest duly qualified physician
In the world resides at Carlsbad. in
the person Of Gallus Ritter o Hoch-
berger, M. D. He is 81 years old. He
has been in practice II years, and
still gives medical advice, but only
visits poor people who live in the re-
mote of the town and on the
hills. The veteran doctor is a daily
visitor to the Carlsbad theatre.
The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-02-07

It's all up with some men when they
get down in the world.
The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1901-12-05
welded.

Cards have been received by
friends in this city announcing
the marriage of Miss. Mary Gil
lespie to Mr.. Donald Nc Iver both
of Hoop1e, N. D., which happy
event was so1emnized at the home
of the brides father at HOPPE,
N. D., Wednesday evening Nov.
9th, 1901.
Mr.. McIyer, we underst tan /, is
one Of Hoop1e's prosperous young
farmers. The br.d is well and
favorably known here having
lived here TO-. number Of
years. The Pioneer wishes
to join the large circle Of friends
in extending congratulations.
The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1901-12-05
Thanksgiving Ball.

The Thanksgiving ball given
by the Order Eastern Star at the
Opera Hous, last Thursday eve
ming was the party of the season.
A large crowd was present, there
being some fifty couples that par
ticipated ID the grand march.
The order of the dance was nicely
arranged and the music was very
good. The supper served by the
ladies was exceptionally fine and
the tables fairly groaned with the
best in the land, the decorations
of cut flowers, were very nicely
arranged and added much to the
attraction of the tables. Twenty.
four mum mbcrs, with some six or
seven extras, were danced. The
ball was a very enjoyable affair
aud everyone seemed 10 be in the
right spirit for the occasion
The ladies are certainly roya
entertainers.