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The Wingham Times, 1911-12-07, Page 7TUE WINGU10 TIMES, DEMMER 7 I9ii The GOOSE GIRL By HAROLD MacGRATH Copyright. 1009, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company an,I tee unod sweat with 48ppi'nes$. That a wooden shoed, simple 1,;,, ,f,,,, Naly " sur nail heeled the steitsdedgoose girl should plunge I • , , r j, 111 1 h, a l . , ,ouarcfis and monarchies into a most mysterious confusion of of ! fairs is a novelty. Yet the love- lly Gretchen, the heroine of this. fascinating old world novel, did "Just that, for no one can deny that Ehrenstein is a land of ro- 'mance. There Carmichael, the .dashing young American consult learned of the dangers of falling in love with a princess; there . .Herbeck, the wily chancellor, ;tre=ed a master stroke, evilly de- signed, to change the history of a throne; there royalty in dis- guise wandered and plotted and learned to know fellow human beings; there the treacherous Magyar gypsies lurked in the shadows to abduct a princess. And through all the little goose girl trod her lowly way toward a fate that the magic wand of chance had destined she must 'fill ---a fate as amazing..as,it is -fascinating to read about. CHAPTER L ' I and trudged back ah ''.,'bill;; aa'ew.. 1111 told a teener of •, 1 ' 'lve' a,iles, 1181 now she was .bring. lug mein lith the city to sell 1u the neekt-'t ou the morrow, . After that e•Ile would have little to do Alive an heels or two a1 night in a tavern called the Meek Eagle, where she wailed on pat court. Presently there was a clatter of horses, a jingle of bit and spur and saber. Hla)f a dozen wouuted officers trotted past. The peasant on the pare - pet instantly. recognizedone of the men. Be, saluted with a humbleness Which lacked sincerity. It was the grandduke himself. There was Gen- eral Ducwitz, too, and some of his staff, and a smooth faced, handsome young man in civilian riding clothes, who, though he rode like a cavalry- man, Ness obviously of foreign birth, an Englishmanor an American. When the cavalcade reached the geese girl the peace of the scene van- ished forthwith. Confusion took up the scepter. The silly geese, instead of remaining on the left of the road in safety, straightway determined that their haven of refuge was on the op- poelie side. Gonk, goaki Quack. gnackl They scrambled, they blttti- dared. tbey new. Some tried to go over the horses. some endeavored to go under. The civilian looked casually at the "By C,eeorgei" he exclaimed. in Eng- lish. nglish. "What 1a it?" asked the duke, gath- ering np the reins. "The girl's lace. It 1s beaatiftL" Tlse duke, after a glance, readily aged d. "You Americans are always observant." • "Pretty figure, too," said one of the aids, a colonel. But his eye held none Of the abstract admiration which characterised the American's. The goose girl had seen this look in other men's eyes. She knew. A faint color grew under her tan and waned. The troop proceeded with ,durst and small thunder and shortly passed the city gates. It traversed the lumpy Cobbles of the narrow •streets, often crowding pedestrians. One among those so inconvenienced , was a youth dressed as a vintner. . He was tall, reliantly built, blond as a viking, pos- sessing a singular beauty of the mas- culine order. He was forced to. Oat - ten himself against the wall of a house, his arms extended on either side in a kind of temporary crucifix- ion. Even then the stirrup of the American touched him slightly. But it was not the touch of the stirrup that startled him. It was the dark, clean cut 'face of the rider. Once they were by the youth darted into a doorway. "He? What can he be doing here? No, it is utterly impossible. It is mere- ly a likeness." He ventured forth presently, none of the perturbation, however, gone from his face. He ran his hand across his chin. Yes, he would lethis beard grow. The duke, and his escort turned into the broad and restful sweep of the Eonigstrasse. At the end was the Ehrenstein Platz, the great square round which ran' the palaces and the royal and public gardens. The halt was made in the courtyard and all dismounted. The American thanked the duke gratefully for the use of the horse. "You are welcome to a mount at all times, Mr. Carmichael," replied the duke pleasantly. "A man who rides as well as yourself may be trusted 'anywhere with any kind of a horse." The group Looked admiringly at the object of this marked attention. Here was one, who bad seen two years, of constant and terrible warfare, who had ridden horses under fire and who bore on his body many honorable scars, for the great civil strife le Amer- ica had come to its close but two years before and Europe was still captive to her amazement at the military prowess of the erstwhile inconsiderable Amen• can. As Carmichael saluted and turned to leave the courtyard he threw a swift, searching glance at one of the palace windows. Did the curtain stir? He could not say. 'lie continued On, cross- ' in no..manner forced to !woke on the herr."'t WhQ de�ef' balcony. nut the truth was he wanted a. clear vision of the palace and the M;nnd, the rotate?'" be Inilutre+l leTH lighted windawli thereof and 01 one In fatly. particular. He bad tee wore senile "7,'het film}" --with the drat eigil than Tom Fool. the abetter of Wile&. of dimdence. "1►teledles are alwa7e She was as far removed from him as running through tear head ow. lac !mss the moat alien of the planets, but tits they make we forget things X ought to magnet shall ever draw the needle, remember," and a woman- shall ever draw a Man,. Ile knew that, it was impossible, that Jt grew more impossible day by day, .and' he railed .at himself bitterly and satirically. Ile eigbed and teetered his legs. Carmh hael sighed for the Princess flileegarde, understanding, It was sigh or curse, and the latter mode of expression wastes more vitality. Arthur Carmichael was Irish. He was born in America, educated there and elsewhere—a little while in Paris, It little while at !Bonn—and, like all irishtnen, ne was baited with the wan- 'deriug foot, for the matt who is hwna- KYour own amid Aa: lmprasprio will be discover- ing Mt some fine day. and your fortune writ be made." The tight irony did not escape her. ' "I nth only a, goose girL" He felt disarm- ed. "W hat is your "lime? •"gretcben,". „ "What else?" "Nothing else," wistfully. "I never knew any father or moth- er." "So? But who taught you to "[ Alli eros A owes read?" mac." "A priest. Once I lived in the mountains at an inn. He used to come in evenings when the snow was ;not too deep. He .taught me to read and write. T know that Italy has all the works of art, that' sOMz fN peas. old man clothed in picturesque N e patches and tatters paused and leaned on his stout oak staff. He had walked many miles ,that day. His peasant garb rath- er enhanced bis One head. Hiss eyes ;were blue and clear and farseeing, the eyes of a bunter or a woodsman. . The afternoon glow of the September sun burned along the dusty white highway. From where he stood the road trailed off' miles behind and !wound up 500 feet or more above him ito the ancient city of Dreiberg. • Across a lofty jumble of barren rock and glacial cleft, now purpling and elarkening as the sun mellowed in its ecline, lay the kingdom of Jugend- eit. By and by his gaze wavered, . n P d one articular patch in the tvat- . brown from the beating of many nshod horses, caught and chained 3is interest for a space. It was the ?cavailitary field, and it glittered and acin- lated with squadron after squadron. lry. b -"The philosophy of war is to pre- •ipare for it," mused the old man, with -u jerk of his shoulders.' "France! '�So the mutter runs. There is a Nos �toleon in France, but no Bonaparte.", ilile laughed ironically and cautiouslyi lanced at his watch, an article which• . !must have cost him many and many a; potato patch. He stepped forward. He, bad followed _yonder goose girl evert since the incline began. Oft the little' wooden shoes had lagged, but here. ey were, still a hundred yards or ore ahead of him. • LThe little goose girl was indeed tired, d the little wooden shoes grew heav- ker and heavier, and the little bare feet inched dully, but her heart was light -HAD VERY BAD CO tU Oil ,And Tickling Sensa- ► tion in Throat. Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup Cured It. i Miss C. Danielson, Bowsman River, Nan., writes:—"Last fall I had a very had cengh and a tickling sensation in tiny throat. It was so bad I could not deep at night, so Y went to a druggist and told him I waisted something for my cold, d he me to try Dr. Wood's France has the most interesting blee tory, that Germany bas all the philot- ophers and America all the ,money.' adding a smile. "I should like to see- America," ee"America; " "Do you live alone?" "No. I live with my foster mother, . who is very old. I call her grand- mother. She took me In. when I was a foundling. And what might your name be?" "Ludwig. I am a mountaineer freta Jugendheit" �� "We are not friendly with your coun- try." "More's the pity. It is a grave blun- der on the, part of the grand duke." "Wasn't it all about the grand duke's daughter?" "Yes. But she bas been found. Yet the duke is as bitter as of old. What is this new found princess like?" "She is beautiful and kind." The geese were behaving, and only occasionally was she obliged to use her stick. He observed her critically. for he was interested. She was not tall, but her lithe slenderness gave her the ape pearance of tallness. Her bands, rough nailed and sunburnt, were small and shapely. Her Bair, in a thick braid, was the tone of the heart of a chestnut bur, and her eyes were of that mystifying hazel, sometimes brown, sometimes gray. "How old are you, Gretchen?" "I do not know," she answered, "perhaps eighteen, perhaps twenty." Arriving at length in the city, they passed through the crooked streets find the where shall I "Gretchen, n w Adlergasse?' "I will show you. You are also a stranger in Dreiberg?" "In fancy,in dresub," hemoroUaly.. ".Ole l thought they were all rich, Did you fight iht the war?" "Yes. Do.yott like mucic?" "Were you ever wounded?" ' ",A scratch or t'wo, But do you like Music?" "Very, very much. When they play Beethoven, Bach or Meyerbeer—ach, 1 seem to Uve in another couutrY, bear music in everything -in the leaves; the rain, the wind, the stream." It seemed strange to him that be had not noticed it at first, the almost Hanoverian purity of her speech and the freedom with which she spoke. The average peasant 1s ignorant, diffi- dent with a vocabulary of few words. "What is your name?'" "Gretchen." "It is a good name. It is famous too." "Goethe used it" "So he did," Carmichael ably cone cealed his surprise. Fie was wilting to swear that ehe was making fun of him. Was she a simple goose girl? Was she not some- thing more, something deeper? War clouds were forming in the skies. They might gather and strike at any time. And who but the French could produce such a womap spy? Ehren- stein was not Prussia, it was true, but the duchy, with its 20,000 troops, was oue of the many pulses that beat in unison with this man Bismarck's plans. He was certainly puzzled, but a glance at her hands dissolved his debbts. These hands were used to toll, They were in no way disguised. "You have been to school?' "After a manner. my teacher was a kind priest But he never knew that, with knowledge, be was to open the gates of dieeentent" "Then you n e not happy with your lot?" "Is any one, herr?" quietly. "And who might you be and what might you be doing here in Dreiberg, riding with the grand duke?t' "1 am the American consUL" Gretchen took a step back. "What did Colonel Wallenstein say to you?" he asked. "Nothing of importance. I am used to it. 1 am perfectly able to take care of myself," she answered. "What did the 'policeman say?" "What would he say to a goose girl?" "Shall 1 speak to him?" "Would it really do any good?" skeptically. "It might The duke is friendly to. ward me, and I am certain he would not tAerate such conduct in his police. 111y 'lame is Carmichael. Now, lis- ten, Gretchen -if at any time you are in trouble you will find me at the Grand hotel or at the consulate next door to the. Black Eagle." "I shall remember. Sometimes 1 work in the Black Eagle." "Good night;" he said. Gretchen extended her hand, and Carmichael took it in his own, inspect- ing it. "It is a good band. It is strong too," he said. "It has to be strong, herr. Good night." Carmichael raised his hat again, and Gretchen breathed contentedly as she saw him disappear in the crowd. Sud- denly she felt an arm slip through hers. Her head went round. "Leo?" she whispered. It was the young vintner whom Car- michael had pushed against the wall that day. • "Who was that?" he asked. "Herr Carinichael, the American consul." "Carmichael!" he gasped. "What is it, Leo?" "Nothing, only I grow mad with rage when any of these gentlemen less by choice has a •subtle poison tit his blood. He was at Bonn when the civil war came. He went back to America and threw himself into the fight with all the ardor that bad made his forbears famous in the service of the worthless Stuarts. It wasn't a question with him of the mere love of fighting.. of tossing the penny. Be knew with which side he wished to fight: He pined tile cavalry of the north and •batpmered.and fought his •way to a captaincy. -$e was wounded five times 'and imprisoned' twice. At the end of the conflict he returned to washiagtoe. ; Without any influence whatever save his pleasing' address and his wide edu- eatiou he blarneyed thestate depart- ment out, of a consulate. , They sent Atm to Ehrenstein at a salary not worth' mentioning, with the diplomatic ^,baleof digpity as a tall ..to the kite. *.frwO years •iu nay one place was not reckoning as regarded Carmichael, yet 'herehe was; caring neither for promotion nor exchange. So, then, all logicaldeductions simmered down to one-cherchez la femme. The dreamer Is invariably tripping cover his illusions, and Carmichael was rather boyish in his dreams. What absurd romances he was always weav- Ing"round her! What .exploits on her behalf! But never anything, happened, anti never was the grand duke called upon to offer his benediction. c • It was all very foolish and romantic sad impossible, and no one recognized this more readily than he. leen Ameri- can,ever married a princess of a reign- ing house, and no American ever will. This law is as immovable as the law of gravitation. Still, man is master of his dreams, and he may do as he pleases in the confines of this small circle. "How the deuce will It end?" mus- ing half aloud. "I'll forget myself some day and trip so hard that they'll be asking . Washington for my recall. I'll go over to the gardens and listen to the band." He was standing to front of the ho- tel when he noticed a . closed carriage hard by the fountain in the Platz. "Ha, a fare!" A womap in black, thoroughly, veiled and cloaked, came round from the op- posite side of the fountain. She spoke to the driver. The lady stepped into the carriage, the driver woke up his ancient Bicephalus and went clickety- clack ticket s clack down the Konigstrasse toward the town. To Carmichael it was less than an incident. He twirled his cane and walked toward the public gardens. The band struck up again, and he drifted with the crowd toward the pavilion. Within a dozen feet of him, her arms folded across her breast, her eyes half shut in the luxury of the senses, stood the goose girl. He smiled as he recalled the encounter of that afternoon. It was bis habit to ride to the maneuvers every day, and several times be had noticed' her and her beauty. "Why couldn't I have fallen in love with someone like this?" he cogitated. Colonel von Walienstein of the gen- eral staff approached her from the other side. Wallenstein was a capital soldier and a jolly fellow round a board, but beyond that Carmichael had no real liking for him. There were too many scented notes stuck in his pockets. The colonel dropped his cigarette,. leaned over Gretchen's shoulder and spoke a few words. At first she gave no heed. The colonel persisted. With- out a word in reply she resolutely sought the nearest policeman. Wailen- stein, remaining where he was, laugh- ed. Meantime the policeman frowned. His excellency could not possibly have intended any wrong. The law of re- dress in Ehrenstein had no niche for the goose girl. "Good evening, colonel," said Car- michael pleasantly. "Why can't your bandmaster give us light opera once in awhile?" The colonel pulled his mustache in chagrin. "Light operas are rare at present," be replied, accepting his defeat amia- bly enough. And then a pretty woman rose from a chair near by. She nodded brightly at the colonel, who bowed, excused himself to Carmichael and made 01T after her. Cermlehael looked totted for Gretch- en. She was still at the side of the policeman. She eame back. "Did you get your geese together without mishapl" he asked of her. The instinct of the child always re- mains with the woman. Gretchen smiled. This young man would bo lilt ferent, she knew'. �� "They were otily frightened. "We don't bane goose giele in &mer ice," he said. where the The mni;ie word America, ] gold ettme from, hatted ber curiosity. "You are from Americar she asked. new, "Are,you rich?" eyes:. They took the next turn, and the weather Zum Sc hos a rtzen beatensign Adler,. hanging in front of a frame. house of many gables, caused the mountaineer to breathe gratefully. "Here my journey ends, Gretchen, at the Black Eagle." he sald. They were passing a clock mender's shop. ' The man from Jugendheit peer- ed in the window, but there was no clock in sight to give him warning of the time, and he dared not now look at bis watch. He had a glimpse of the ancient clock mender himself, however, huddled over a table upon which sput- tered pattered a candle. ' The eyes of the two men met, but only for a moment. The mountaineer started to cross the street to the tavern. "Good night, Gretchen. Good luck to you and your geese tomorrow." "Thanks, Herr Ludwig. And will you bo long in the city?' "That depends; perhaps," adding a grim smile in answer to a grim thought. He offered his hand, which she ac- cepted trustfully. He was a strange old man, but she liked him. When she withdrew her hand something cold and hard remained in her palm. Won- ders of all the world, it was a piece of gold! Her eyes went up quickly, but the giver smiled reassuringly and put a finger against his lips. "But, herr," she remonstrated. "Keep it. 1 give it to you. Do not question Providence, and • 1 am her handmaiden just now. Go along with you." So Gretchen in a mild state of stupe- faction turned away. Chat -slat! sang the little wooden shoes. A plaintive gonk rase ns she prodded a laggard from the dank gutter. A piece of gold! Chat -slat! Clat-clat! Surely this had been a day of marvels. She was regarded with kihdly eyes till the dark jaws of the ltrumerweg swallowed up both her and her geese.• n advised "Poor little goose girl!" he thought. and after "If she but knew she could make a oro e bottle Syrup which I pldid, bonfire of a thousand hearts. A dao takingone I wad completely cured. Ing the .Platz, 'toward the (band hotel. Ile was a bachelor, so he might easily day!" He eyed again the battered. Pinme recommendtDr. Wood's Norway have had his quarters at the consulate, sign. It was then that be discerned Plus Syrup to anyone who suffers from a but as usual with American consulates another leaning freed the ledge of the cough or throat irritation.'' .-even to the present time—it was sib first story of the 4irouse adjoining the Wood'sNorway Pine' Syrup y tutted to an undesirable part of the tavern. It was the tarnished shield of Do y the United States. without a doubt one of the greatest cough town, over a iilerbatle frequented by � weeks tramping about the cold reniedies on the market to -day, farmers and the middle class' Two and Where bad he seen that young vint' t country 10 this unholy garb, following fend so great has been its success there before? 1 false trails half the time, tieing on ?fare numerous preparations put up to Der b Meanwhitethe goose girt, now joiU- ►crusts and cold meats? Ah, you have himitate 1t. bo not be imposed upon by ed by the Old man, nnarsbaled her led the n merry 'dance, nephew, but 1 fret!" *Icing one of these stibstttutes, but geese and proceeded. shall not forget!" insist on being given "Dr. Wood's" when "What was that song you were sing HO entered the tavern and applied u he lin over the price. you ask for it. Price, 25 cents a bottler ing before the horses came p? for a room, hagg g y her. The tights were chilly. Carmichael . , pine asked e Io wrapper; threer to d wI _ u i ,i Pet Ppi1 p y"That? It was from the poet It in ardor to finish his cigar on the little £lees the trade ?nark; nialiufaetured only► a y+�Che'1, lviiiburn Co., Limited,'orontot —dimpy. balcony fronting hie window found it 'I site lie stirred at her. ; : i necessary to put on his light overcoat, read?thou h ho perfectly knew that imtnio42 .Can You. g . _ _ --- .._ ho ^roan Children Cry for Fletcher The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of ,,.„r.. and. has been made under Lis per- 1.�� conal supervision since its Infancy. .447 til/., Allow no one to deceive you lath's. All Counterfeits, Imitations and "Just -as -good" are but Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment. What is CASTORIA Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare- goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. Xt contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other .Narcotic substance. Xts age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural bleep. The Children's Panacea—The Mother's Friend. GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS Bears the Signature o The Kind You Save Always Bought In Use For Over 30 Years THE CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW YORK CITY. .11 "I am sad and lonely tonight," she said gloomily. "Why, indeed!" "Leo, as much as I always a shadow." "What shadow?" "It is always at night that I see you, rarely in the bright daytime '.hat do you do during the der". It is not yet vintage. What de eve do?" "Will you trust the a little longer, Gretcb"u, just a little longer?" love you, there is "IT Wenn. Taiu Dunn Is rowAnI) me." speak to you. Gentlemen! I know theist all to well, Ah, how I love you. Gretchen thrilled. "To me the world began but two weeks ago. 1 have just begun to live," he whispered warmly. IS COIAPTEII II. von 111th COUNTRY. CUNT, must I tell you again nut to broach that subject? There can be uo alliance be- tween Ehreusteil and Ju- gendheit." "Why?" asked Count you Ilcrbeek, chancellor. "One of my reasons is tont I do not want any alliance with a country so perfidious as Jugeudheit. What! I make overtures -1, who have been so cruelly wronged all these years? You are mud." "But what positive evidence have you that Jugendheit wronged you?" "Positive? Have I eyes and ears? Have I not seen and rendand heard?" "Your highness knows that I look only to the welfare of the country. In the old days it was a foregone conclu- sion that this alliance was to be form- ed. Now, you persist in averring that the late king was the chief conspirator in abducting her serene highness, aid- ed by Arnsberg, whose successor I have the honor to be. I have never yet seen any proofs. Show me some- thing which ° absolutely convicts them and I'll surrender." "On your honor?" "My word." The duke struck a bell. "My secretary and tell him to bring me the packet marked A. He will un- derstand." • The duke was frank in his likes and dislikes. Ho hated secrets, and be loved an opponent who engaged him in the open. It was this extraordinary rectitude which made the duke so ' powerful an aid to Bismarck in the days that followed. The man of iron needed this sort of character as a cov- er and a buckler to his own duplicities. Herbeck was an excellent foil. He was as silent and secretive as sand. He moved, as it were, in circles, thus always eluding dangerous corners. 1Te-was tall, angular, with a thin, inn (To be convttleted.) GIFT OF A DYING TOT Savings of a Little Child Dying of Tubercular Trouble Goes to Help the Consumptive Poor How true it is in many different walks of life that "a little child shall lead them." We hare been shown a copy of a letter written by a lady of St. John, N.B., who only a r&uaNDLT mouth ago lost her little child, a girl of nide years, of tubercular trouble. Tho Mother's own words tell the story better than it can be tole in any other way. She whites to the Secretary of thaMuskoka Free llospital for Consumptives at t,ravenhurst in these words : " While any loved one was ill, I one night opened some literature from you 1 1 her bedside. She asked sac what it was. I told her it Was a paper asking for sub- scriptions to the Muskoka, Free Hospital. for Cu..sumptives, and showed her the pictures in the pamphlet. She asked if she could not give what she had in her little savings bank. I told her ' Yes' —to give it to the doctor and he r•oulii .cad it. But sho was too su-k when he came again, so I alit enclosing an eepre,s order for the amount I found 1n the book, viz., 51.79, a small subscription, but trust you willl receive it in the spirit given." The letter is typical of many that are being constantly received at t'1e head office of the Muskoka, Hospital, :1.17 King St. W., Turooto. These come from all parts of Canada, for patients are received from any- where in tho Dominion. At the present time there are 156 patients in residence in the lfuskoka Ecce Hospital, P28 of whom arc. unable to pay a single cent, and the other 28 only nominal sums—much less than actual cost of inuintenance. During the nine years that the Muskoka Free Hospital for Con- sumptives has been opened, not a single patient has ever been refused admission because unable to pay. and Sailatica Caused great suffering for 25 years. Nothing effective until Dr. Chase's, Medicines were Used. "it Affords Inc 111rasure to speak !avoral:1. of Dr. C'iln::r's Nave Pond and kidney -Liver Pills," writes Mr. W. T. Collins, illorpoth, Ont. "i had. newt: a sufferer for 25 'cars from sciatica. lumbago and neuralgia and triad na::rly ell the tamedios adver- tised without one partici' of benefit until 1 b.•ean the a 10 of Dr. Chase's 0hul,.ren Dry. tr,.iieinea. Ilef'lo I had brushedtwo 'S bo:: • of the Nt'rvi' r,;,'•1 anJ I(i,lu�'v- FOR FLETCNER Liver hills I t.ntt.•,.1 c.tnsid,rtlble "feu"fit 1n tn7 0 1,1it1'i.:. 1 have so mull confkien.9e 11 t,,eat' ul'•.Itrim•s 1111 I have h •e 01:,1 • 1.1e4 theta to itl:'.ens of lay frit ,1=•" ,4 ,silt: r<3 the in sec 'ri' ease's t,i '.t. ., CASTORIA We have become accustomed to the ship without masts and we are now ap- parently, about to be introduced to the shipswithout funnels. A. vessel of 77- etenhineil t1w' i.f ti. sa 111'(11.:l=1t'P tons, tt wring complain) on the b1 hn•�•� r1•�tli a t' 11 : h un-,h•lth Pills . t.r• 1 : ropLhver 111s r.•ln ' .t. the cotton kidneys, livot and 11:1-1.,1s, while the Ntivt' Vo0..1 enrlrh,•s til;, blood and 11.1111 up flit' nervous system. willlIdlmtnson, Dates & Co., Toronto, ons, e � ,t. •fent..ry, Jyde, , according to The Standard •?lib 1 an,l" t of 'Empire, be propelled by a new ys tart of oil engines which render it pas- sible to dispense with smelte sta,.ke. tiffs expcctedessel ts twilt makegtwelve1er end knots per hour. "The Thunderer." It was the mud flinging of an earlier mode of travel than the motorbus that gave the London Times its nickname of "The Tbenderer." Two ladles at Sew had been splashed by an unman- nerly horseman passing them too close- ly, and the Times came out with a strong leader alleging the offender to have been the Duke of Cumberland: In due course it was foul.d that the horseman was not the duke, and in a further article by way of apology the Times used the words "We thundered out," tin expression that so tickled the public that the name of "Thunderer" was bestowed on the paper forthwith. A Notable Statue. in the beautiful city of Buenos Aber is perhaps the only statue In the world erected by white men to a negro. This is the statue of V11lueho, n negro soldier who refused to haul clown the Atgentine flag at the bidding of the Spanish soldiery during the first Argentine revolution and was shot down by the Spanish. T:is Last Wcrd. I "What's the first wo 'd' In the die- tionat'y?" asked the stut.ent. "The frtirle 'a,' of course," replied sir. t;rowcher. "And what's the lest word?" "Ask 017 wife. She's an expert on the suldeet."-^•'it'arltingtan Star. t -lis Chief Anxiety. Ilefendant'e, \t ifs•--T)on't worry, deaf. 7`he judge's charge was certainly in your favor. Defendant (m000tly)--I know that. It's the lawyer's charge that l'tn tiltniti11g about.--•Ilost0n Tran' script. It a but s • do om c strong p .No 1if�.1s so . t l; It yearns for tho sink.* of a ft'ienii.-•4 Wallace .tlru/'e.