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come clear? Which OF us'll be the
next he'd kill?"
well" said a conservative. sooth.
ingly, Tets wait till to-morrer. Let's
let the Cote set another day, any
how"
Yes, reckon that's right; yes,
that's so," said others; wed better
wait till to-morrer."
A brief silence fell upon the gather
ing, a silence broken only by tinklings
or shufi1ings along the bar. Then, far
of, over the prairie, there came lit
tie fiat, recurrent sound, or series OF
sounds, as of one patting his fingers
softly together 1t fell and rose and
grew, coming rapidly nearer, until at
length there could be distinguished
the cracking and popping Of the hoofs
of running horses.
Its the Bar o outfit, from the Bra
zos. coming in," said some one. The
crowd pressed out into the air. 1t
opened and melted slightly. The
crowd at Curly's shanty increased
slightly, silently. Inside, Curly and
his friend still played cards. The
giant prisoner lay asleep upon the
floor
The rattle of many hoofs swept up
to the door Of the Cottage, where the
restive, nervous horses were left
standing while the men went in, their
leader, stocky, red-mustached man,
bearing with him the rope which he
Il ny
drunk, the leader smote upon the bar
with heavy hand.
Come along, men" he called out
1.-The quicker We hang that ID
Greaser the better it will be-
He moved toward the door, followed
by many silently, by others with steps
that Jagged. well, you see-"began
one man.
ITO hi with all that. said the new
conner, turning upon him fiercely
I'VE don't need no cowards,"
mo, that amt it." resumed the first
man, but we got to respeck the Cote
-fust Cote ever did set here, you see
The fellers, some of 'em, thinks
some O. the jury thinks-that the fel
ler's too crazy fer to hang"
Cray be id! We're goin tc
hang him, an that settles it. Law an
order kin take care of it afterward
All the time they were shifting
toward the door. AS though by concer
they swung into saddle and swept of
up the street in a body. above tn,
noise of their riding now breaking
careless laugh, now shrill yell O
sheer joyous excitement. More than
hundred men drew up in front of tn
frail shelter over which was sprea
the doubtful aegis of the law.
Fifty men met them. The light
went out in the house in an instant
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Senator Hoar's Advice II-Received.


A young man from Florida came
to Washington to represent news
paper in his state, says correspond
ent of a New York paper. A few days
after he arrived Senator Hoar intro
duced a bill referring to lottery in
Florida. The young reporter has
tened to see the senator, with visions
OF a column interview with him con-
cerning the bill and its effect and all
that. The servant said the senator
would see him.
What is it," asked Mr.. Hoar, when
the young man had been shown in.
II want to ask you about the bill
you introduced today"
What do you want to ask me
about it,"
Why, I am from Florida and rep
resent Florida paper, and l thought
you might give me an explanation.
Have you read the bill?"
Yes. sir"
do you understand it,"
81 think I do, sir"
well, if you do not. no explanation
I could make would help you to-. Good
evening"
And that was another of those inter-
views never printed.
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Eeecher and the Medium,

While in England Henry Ward
Beecher was entertained by a gentle
man who believed in spiritualism and
was himself medium, says the Ar.
gonaut. One day he asked if Beecher
would like to talk with the spirit OF
his father, DR.. Lyman Beecher. Mr..
Beecher replied that it would please
him immensely. After the seance was
over he was asked how it had i'm
pressed him, at which. with the
twinkle in his eye, Beecher respond
ed: "All have to say is that if
deteriorate as fast for the first ten
years after I am dead as my father
has. l shall be a stark naked fool"
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two prone figures. Others caught al
the rope. groveling. snarling.
They were saved the last stage O.,
their disgrace. Into the crowd thera
pressed the figure Of newcomer a
hatless man, whose face was nal.
whose feet were unshod, and who
bore one arm helpless In dirty sling
which hung about his neck. Hagsard
and unkempt. barefooted, half-clad a
he had stumbled out of bed at his
ranch six miles away. Bill Watson
the sheriff appeared a figure heroic
enough. With his broken arm hang
ing useless and Jostled by the crowd.
he raised his right hand above his
head and called out in a voice weak
and haltipg. but determined:
Men, go-go home! l command
you-in the name-of the law"
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over this poor. half-witted being, but
brutes. less reasonable than he.
Juan left the door. He swept Frank
lin and Curly and Battersleigh aside
as though they were but babes.
1t was his purpose to rush out, to
strike, to kill. 1t was the moment OF
opportunity for the leader of the as
sailants. The whistle of a rope cut the
air, and the moose tightened about the
giants neck with instant grip. There
up in the crowd. There's good ma
tayrial in you, me bully. Fair plays a
julie, an it's fair play we're gon' to
have here"
Backed by a crowd of men whose
resolution was as firm as their own
these three fell back in front Of the
door. Franklin felt his heart going
fast, and knew that more was asked of
him here than had ever been upon the
field of battle. In moment. he re-
fiected, the firing would begin
Suddenly the climax came. The
door was thrust irresistibly open. not
from without but from within. Stoop-
ing, so that his head might clear it's
top, the enormous figure Of Juan, the
Mexican, appeared in the opening.
A roar of anger and excitement rose
as the prisoner was seen standing
there before them, though outlined
only by the dim light Of the sky.
Every man in the assailing party
was a surge back upon the rope, a
movement which would have been
fatal for any other man. which would
have been fatal to him. had the men
| got the rope to horse as they wish.
ed so that they might drag the vic.
tim by violence through the crowd.
But with Juan this act was not ANAL
AS the great bear of the foothills.
when roped by the horseman, scorns
to attempt escape, but pulls man and
horse toward him by main force. SO
the giant savage who was now thus
assailed put forth his strength, and by
captors to him, hand over hand. The
moose about his own neck he loosened
with one hand. Then he raised his
hand and let it fall The caster of the
rope. his collar bone broken and his
shoulder blade cracked across fell ir
a heap at his feet as the swayine
crowd made way
There came, boring into the silence
with horrible distinctness, the sount
of one merciful. mysterious shot. The
giant Strengthened up once, a vas
black body towering above the blacl
mass about him. and then sank gently
slowly down, as though to curl himsel
in sleep.
There was groan, roar, swif
surging of men thick, black, lik,
swarming bees. Some bent above th,
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On the side-mutton chop whiskers
The glazier is a workman who takes
panes.
You can't make one apple into two
by pairing it.
A disabled windmill isn't able to
be up around.
The wedding in high life might be
called top-knot.
The man who isn't worth two cents
may still feel like 80.
Some ogling dudes are not fit even
TO be potato mashers.
The florist seems to be the pro.
prietor of variety show.
The grocer may not be pepper
box, but he's a salt seller.
The chiropodist isn't farmer, but
his work is in the corn field.
The average cook is a big gun it
is not easy or safe to discharge.
The elevator boy isn't no good il he
doesn't come up to expectations.
One of the wonders of the age is
how SO many women hide theirs.
Passengers on shipboard usually
like sea biscuits better than ocean
rolls.
A new bridge shouldn't be accepted
until it has been satisfactorily passed
upon.
Many people have no use for the
florist who cultivates whisky bios.
SONS.
The budding genius does not al.
ways turn out to be the flower OF the
family.
A cook can't make even hasty pud-
ding so fast as a careless printer can
make pi.
It's one thing to be advised to raise
palms and another to receive the COM
mand, Hold up your hands!"
Is woman a silver-tongued orator
when her husband hands over his
silver to stop her tongue?-Philadel.
phia Bulletin.
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TRAVEL BY TROLLEY.

Not little by little, but with mighty
strides the trolley is spreading its
meshes over. the country. The lines
extending in all directions from the
cities meet local lines and so reach
further until, in the closing of the ever
shortening breaks, trunk lines are sud
denly established. Philadelphia is now
to be joined to New York by trolley;
New York joins Boston, and the troll
leys of Boston run to the uttermost
parts of Cape Ann. Presto! The Phil
a delphian can journey by trolley to
Gloucester and to where the cool
breezes sweep over NOrman's Woe.
The trolley with all its progressive
ness means reaction. and with all
its up-to-dateness is return to nature.
IL takes us into fields and among flow
srs. through narrow woody ways where
the trees meet overhead. The speed is
not so great that the scenery cannot be
leisurely enjoyed; the sweet fresh air
blows cinderless upon the face, and the
right of way is not charred and black
ened-as when nature spreads bit Of
mourning along the tracks for the birds
that the screaming locomotive has
frightened away. for the noble trees
have been cut down. and the railroads
broad band Of ugliness. The clean.
light trolley is taken to natures heart.
The wild flowers creep up to the track.
the grain mods friendly to the car it can
almost touch and when the car has
passed the birds light again on the wire
to talk the matter over and to discuss
the merits of that strange new singer.
the little trolley wheel which fearlessly
skins along the wire above the car,
singing as it goes.
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FATE OF AN EXPLORER.
Made An Idiot BY Tortures Inflicted
6y 1jbetans

His last journey was to the North,
into the strange countries that in
close the Himalayas. and when they
found him again. he was like that
again Colin pointed to the portrait
OF the stricken mans son. He was
like that-only worse-far worse!
He had set out young. vigorous, alert:
he came back bowed as if with age
his hair white, his face sunken and
furrowed, his mind disordered, and
peculiarly horrible must have been
the expression of his eyes. For the
lids had been slit across the middle.
and were now but half healed. He is
said to have tottered into the station
without knowing it for what it was;
as though he had been led to a point
in the road and left to take his
chance. Thus he returned again. and
no one knew where he had been or
what great trials had SO changed him !;
for he had no answer to the ques-
tions they put, and he was alone; ha
knew nothing. his memory and with
it his whole past seemed lost to him,
nor did he even recognize the friends
into whose care he had come. They
sent him home after while, to this
house; and here he was won back
to some semblance OF life by the de-
voted woman. whom, later on, he
married-the mother of his son. He
lived here quietly for a number of
years, he and his wife and the boy,
and then one night he blew his brains
ut.-Metropolitan Magazine.
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and in front OF the door there swept
dark and silent Gordon. The leader
Of the invaders paused, but went
straight forward.
I'VE want that mani" he said
You know very well you can't have
him"
I'VE don't know nothin' o the sort.
We want him, an we're goin' to have
him. Git out of the road!'
A second figure stood by the side OF
Franklin. and this man was recognized
by the leader.
"Aw, now, Curly, what ID foolish
ness is this here? Bring him out"
You know | won't JIM" said Curly,
simply. We're tryin him on the
square You amt the Cote. l koint
give him to no one but the Cote"
Silence fell for an instant, then from
the rear of the party there came push
ing and crowding and cries OF Burn
the house-drive him OUT" There
was a rush, but it was met by silent
thickening OF the line at the point as
sailed. Men scuffied with men, swear
ing and grunting. painting hard. Here
and there weapons flashed DULY,
though as yet no shot was fired.
The rushers toward the house grew
closer, so that assailants and besiegers
were now mingled in fighting, swear
ing mass.
You're no cowman, Curly" cried
one voice, bitterly.
You're a id liar" cried Curly in
reply, whoever says that to me! I'm
only a-keepin OF my word. You KANT
clean us out. I'll shoot the livin'
soul out O. any man that touches that
door! This here is the Jail. an I'm
the deputy, and. BY! you'll not
have my prisoner"
Quite right, me man." said cool
voice at Curly's side, and hand fell
on his shoulder as tall form loomed
sprang toward the building. The cries
became savage. beastlike. 1t was no
longer human beings who contended
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BOOK Nv
The Day of the Plow
CHAPTER XIII.
The End Of the Trail.

The Cottage Hotel OF Ellisville was
singularly enough, in its palmy days
conducted by a woman, and a very
good woman she was. 1t was perhaps
an error in judgment which led the
husband Of this woman to undertake
the establishment of hotel at such
place and such time. but he hastenet
to repair his fault by amiably dying.
The widow, large woman, OF great
kindness Of heart and a certain skill
in the care Of gunshot wounds. fell
and made a success Of it. All these
wild range men who came roisterine
up the Trail loved this large and
kind old lady. and she called them all
her boys" watching over the wild
brood as hen does over her chickens
She fed them and comforted them,
nursed them and buried them. always
new ones coming to take the places OF
those who were gone. Chief mourner
at over threescore funerals, neverthe-
less was Mother Days voice always
for peace and decorum: and what
good she did may one day be discover
ed when the spurred and booted dead
shall rise.
There was yet no key to the Cottage
bar when there came the unbelievable
word that there was no longer a buf
faio to be found anywhere on the
| range, and that the Indians were gone
beaten, herded up forever. Far to the
north, it was declared there were men
coming in on the COW range who had
silver-mounted guns. who wore gold
and jewels and who brought with
them saddles without horns! 1t was
said. however, that these new men
wanted to buy cows, so cows were
| taken to them.
Mother DAILY looked upon this and
1t was well. She understood her old
boys and loved them. She was glad
the world was full Of them. She look.
ed out over the wide. wind-swept
plains, along the big chutes full of bel
lowing beeves, at the wide corral with
its scores OF saddled Nemeses, and she
was calm and happy. 1t was a good
ly world.
It was upon one day that Mother
|
the next day she looked again, and all
the world was changed. Far as the
eye could reach, the long and dusty
roadway Of the cows lay silent with
its dust unstirred. Far, very far off,
there was approaching little band
Of strange. small. bleating, woolly
creatures, to whose driver Mother
DAILY refused bed and board. The cat
tie chutes were silent the corral was
empty. At the Cottage bar the keeper
had at last found key to the door.
Up and down the Trail, east and west
of the Trail. all was quiet, bare and
desolate. At some signal-some sig.
nal written on the sky-all the old
life of Ellisville had taken up its jour.
ney into a farther land, into another
day. The cowman, the railroad man
and the gambling man had gone, leav.
ing behind them the wide and we'll
perforated Cottage. the graveyard
with it's double street, the cattle
chutes with well-worn hairy walls.
ITO be cOntinued)
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SOAKED IN COFFEE.
Until Too Stiff to Bend Over.

when l drank coffee I often had
sick headaches, nervousness and bill .
iousness much of the time but abouS
2 years ago I went to visit a friend
and got in the habit OF drinking Pos
tum.
Il have never touched coffee since
and the result has been that l have
been entirely cured of all my stomach
and nervous trouble.
MY mother was just the same way.
we all drink Postum now and have
never had any other coffee in the
house for two years and we are all
well.
"A neighbor of mine great coffee
drinker, was troubled with pains in
her side for years and was an invalid.
She was not able to do her work and
could not even mend clothes or do
anything at all where she would have
to bend toward II she tried to do
little hard work she would get such
pains that she would have to lie down
for the rest of the day.
~ persuaded her at last 70 stop
drinking coffee and try Postum Food
Conee and she did so and she has
used Postum ever since; the result
has been that she can now do her
work. can sit for a whole day and
mend and can sew on the machine and
she never feels the least bit of pain in
her side. in fact she has got well and
1t shows coffee was the cause of the
whole trouble.
i could also tell you about several
other neiShbors who have been cured
by quitting coffee and using Postum
IN Its place. Name given by Postum
Co. Battle Creek, Mich.
Look in each pkg. for the famoA
little book. The Road to Wellville."
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CHAPTER xxII.-continued.

At this place they saw few men
sitting outside the door. calmly smok-
ing-among these Sam. the liveryman.
. merchant by name of Chapman, and
q homesteader, who was known as
Oneeyed Pennyman. Inside the
house. playing cards with Curly, were
four other men. Franklin noticed that
they all were armed They all ap-
psared from their story. to have just
dropped in to pass a little time with
Curly. From time to time others
dropped In. most Of them remaining
outside in the moonlight. sitting on
their heels along the porch. talking
but little, and then mentioning any
thing but the one subject which was
uppermost in every ones mind. Yet
though nothing was said. 1t might well
be seen that this little body of men
were of those who had taken the
stand for law and order, and who were
resolved upon new day in the his
tory Of the town.
1t was a battle OF the two hotels
and what they represented. Over at
tSTcAl VI lue SoltA6C
there was at the same time assembled
. much larger gathering, compoved
chiefly of those transient elems1ts
which at that time really made up 3he
larger portion Of the population of :ne
wide-hatted men. with nar.e.w
boots and broad belts at which swung
heavy, blued revolvers with brgad
wooden butts-a wild-looking, Wild
living body Of men, savage in soine
ways, gentle in others, but for che
most part just, according to their
creed. All drank whisky, and drank
1t regularly. Up to ten O'Clock che
whisky had produced no effect.
At ten o'clock a big Texan raised
his glass high above his head end
smashed it upon the bar.
Law an order be damned" said
he. What kind O law an order is it
10 let a murderin' Greaser like that
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WEATHER LORE.

Everything is lovely and the goose
honks high.
When bees remain in their hives, or
fly but short distance, expect rain.
Men work better, eat more, and
sleep sounder when the barometer is
high.
In summer, when the sun burns
more than usual, expect thunder
storms.
Do business with men when the
wind is from the westerly, for then
the barometer is high.
In winter heavy rain is indicated by
a decrease of pressure and an in
crease in temperature.
Should the barometer continue low
when the sky becomes clear. expect
more rain within twenty-four hours.
When the glass falls low,
Prepare for blow;
When it rises high,
Let all your kites fly.
Birds fly high when the barometer
Is high and fly low when the barome.
ter is low: which explains the coinci-
dence of their several flights with the
approaching weather changes.
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His Package.

I got a Christmas package.
It was a costly gift:
Indeed, that Christmas package
Was all that l could lift.
I did not get that package
All at a single store:
That package ! collected
At fifteen shops or more.
1 carried home that package
And rang the front door bell:
My wife beheld that package.
But did not greet 1t well.
She gaZed upon that package
And icily she said.
"Where did you get that package?
You monster, go to bed.
Nome News
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Lonu-lived Married Women.

By far the greater part of the CEN
tenarians who died in 1903 were wom-
en-, and nearly all of them were mar
ried. One of these specimens of lon
gevity had not slept out of London for
sixty years, which fact the Lady's
Pictorial takes as a proof of the
purity and invigorating power Of Lon
don air.
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TRUTHS IN SMALL QUANTITIES

Show Difference to criticism; just
or unjust, one may profit by it.
Self-esteem is often the partner OF
ambition, but it should be the silent
partner.
We become particularly interested
in the ideas of others when we be.
gin calling them our own.
mos allus notice dat de man dat
fin room at de top am de man dat
done a heap OBJ shown on de way
up.
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sUNFLoWER PHILOSOPHY.

They talk about pure whisky. We
doubt If the word pure should be ap-
piled to any whisky.
We often hear people under Is say
that they are old, and others over
so that they are getting old"
Things which are SO heavy on
woman's conscience they cause it to
sag don't leave an impression on q
mans.
II woman is an elocutionist she
can't hide it, but man asionally
escapes under the title of "orator."
Some way when a woman speaks OF
her husband as Papa" it sounds as
though he was treated right at home.
We don't know what is meant by
"straining at a gnat and swallowing
camel" unless it is that girl Of
1G scorns all but prince and ten
years after swallows carpenter.--
Atchison (kan.) Globe.
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BULLETIN BUBBLES.

Ted down-the railroad.
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Everything is lovely and the goose
honks high.
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Men work better, eat more, and
sleep sounder when the barometer is
high.
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On the side-mutton chop whiskers.
Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1904-03-15
For SaIa.

For Sale.
Good building lot near center of
OF city; also house and lot in west end
of town, nearly new.
LESLIE M. BARNES,
Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1904-03-15
Percy Gaser Tells His Story,

Percy eager. the young man who
assaulted, Charles Z Youngquist, his
employer, with beer bottle, has told
the story of the fight to the police.
eager admits that he made the as
ssult and that robbery was the mo.
tive. He says that If Youngquist had
not rallied and escaped he would prob
ably have been killed. He says, how
ever, that the assault was not entire
~ his own fault. According to Ga
gers story, he and Yonngquistretired
to the latter's room, and both were
under the influence OF liquor. Young
qrist furnished the liquor, for he
knew its effect on the young man, as
eager says, s'liked to see it work. y
The saloonkeeper went to sleep and
the young man tried to rob him. He
awoke before eager succeeded, how
ever, and made adesperate resistance,
wounding Gagef on the hand. This
injury led to his arrest at Albert Lea.
He caught freight train out of Min
neapolis that night and asked for a
lodging at the Albert Lea police sta
tion. His clothes we're bloody and he
was held.-Minneapolis Journal.