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The Kadoka Press (Newspaper) - October 7, 1910, Kadoka, South DakotaMunyons igfeSoap - V is more soothing thnn Cold Cream ; more healing than MS any lotion, liniment or salve; more beautifying than any cosmetic. Cures dandruff and stops hair from falling out. : J mi CO FISTULA, Pay whrn Cured, rILtd Ah Kr,,bl OiaeaM Mcured with- ¦ ¦ ¦¦¦V ou t a fturgicai operation uu<l guaranteed to last u lifetime. N<» chloroform or general aniratheticauMed. Klamination free. OR. E. R. TARRY, 223 Bee Building. Omaha. Neb. I)jSQj£<£k ¦-r 7 > K you need a remedy COUGHS »nd COLDS HER FIRST PROPOSAL. Ethel—Was she glad when he told het the old, old story? Marjorie—You bet she was. Why, that girl never heard it before. Now They Sleep Inside. George H. Beattie, Jeweler in the aid Arcade, and L. E. Ralston, auditor of the News, have Jointly and several- ty decided that sleeping out In the open isn't all that It has been declared to be. says the Cleveland Leader. They were both in a deep snooze out at the Beattie farm, near Chagrin Falls, the other night, when a runaway team from the county fair city turned into ‘the lane leading up to the Beattie es- tate ami came along at full speed. Sound asleep, but dreaming of im- pending danger, Ralston rolled out of his cot toward the north, and Beattie from Ids cot toward the south. The runaway horses dashed between the Bleepers, oversetting everything in the way, but missing Beattie and Ralston bj' margins too narrow to be meas- ured. Since that night Ralston has slept in his town house and Beattie has found shelter under the ample roof of his house on his big planta- tion. Woman-Like. “I hate him! I think he is the mean- »st man I ever met.” •'Gracious, Jeanette’ What is the trouble?” "Why, he told me he loved me devot edly and I told him it would be impos- sible for me to love him in return. The poor fellow looked so downhearted I told him to try and forget me." ’ "Well?" "800-hoo! He—he did." Anticipated. Margaret—Did you tell the girls at the tea that secret I confided to you and Josephine? Katherine—No, truly I didn't. Jo- sephine got there first.—Harper's Bazar. Every Time. "What do you do when a woman asks you what you think her age Is?" "Tell her what I think It isn’t."— Houston Post. A FOOD DRINK. Which Brings Dally Enjoyment. A lady doctor writes : "Though busy hourly with my own affairs, 1 will not deny myself the pleasure of taking a few minutes to tell of my enjoyment daily obtained from my morning cup of Postum. It la a food beverage, not a poison like coffee. "1 began to use Postum eight years •go, not because I wanted to. but be- cause coffee, which I dearly loved, made my nights long weary periods to be dreaded and unfitting me for busi- ness during the day. "On the advice of a friend, I first tried Postum, making it carefully as directed on the package. As I had always used 'cream and no sugar,’ I mixed my Poetum so. 'it looked good, was clear and fragrant, and it was a pleasure to see the cream color it as «ny Kentucky friend alwajrs wanted her coffee to look—'like a new sad- dle.' "Then I tasted it critically, for I had tried many 'substitutes' for coffee. I wu pleased, yes, satisfied, with my Postum In taste and effect, and am yet, being a constant user of it al) these years. "I continually assure my friends and acquaintances that they willlike it in place of coffee, and receive benefit from its'use. I have gained weight, OU sleep sound and am not nervous.” ’“There's a fftiddn." "The Bead to WeUvlUe” inpkgs ffver read the above letter? A now pne appears from time to time. They are pemtlim. tree, and full of human ¦ SX. A* L JI STORY Ct J Archibald’s ipAgalhaqi By EDITH HUNTINGTON MASON Author ol “The Real Agatha’* Copyright 1810. by W. G. Chapman. Copyright ItGreat Britain. PART ONE. CHAPTER I. I found my wife and told her all ibout it. "You see, Agatha," I said, "it's going to be rough on old Arch if he doesn’t. After all, she’s always promised him the property; It should go to him.” The secretary, that is, my wife—I sometimes refer to her In that way In memory of a certain six weeks I and my friend Terhune once spent at Castle Wyckhoff, during which she bore that title and 1 fell in love with her—my wife put down her sewing to answer me. She was doing me a knitted tie, by the way. green, with at least six different stitches in it. Aw- fully clever at that sort of thing, my wife. "Yes, I see,” she said; "but, Wilfred, isn’t it a little—a little sudden? How can he expect to get married in so short a time as ten days?” It was sudden, surely, and unusual. But for the matter of that, the whole thing was out of the ordinary. You see the point was that an eccentric old aunt of my friend Archibald Ter- hune, a Mrs. Georgiana James of Es- sex, had written to acquaint her nephew with the fact that she intend- ed to leave a certain piece of property which she had long ago promised him to a third cousin of hers who lived in America if Archibald did not immedi- ately get married. In fact, she gave him exactly and only ten days from the receipt of her letter In which to accomplish the holy estate, or, rather. In which to get himself engaged. The actual ceremony she would leave to follow as soon as possible when the proper order of things should permit. Arch, when 1 saw him in London that morning, was in the wildest state of mind imaginable. He had only just received the letter, and he’d be bless- ed if he’d take unto himself a wife at all, merely to humor the impossible whims of his Aunt Georgy, much less accomplish the deed with any such In- decorous haste. She had always badgered him to death on the subject of getting married, and now he sup- posed this was her way of punishing him for his systematic disregard of her wishes. "Wants to Jolly well push me to the wall and force my hand!” he told me indignantly. “She’d do anything to get her own way, that old woman! And the reason she says she's bring- ing things to a climax now is Just be- cause I’m forty years old today! She says that if I don't get married soon, I'll be so old no one will have me! Fancy that!” His tone was positively shrill with spleen and disgust. “Just as if that were so very old!" he went on, twitching about on his chair and plucking angrily at his eye-glass string. "Why, lots of men don't even begin to think of marrying till they're forty-five!” I smiled. The old boy's weak spot is his love of admiration, and I often feel convinced that if it were not for his delight in being considered one of London’s most eligible bachelors, and his pride in being one of the most popular dinner guests in town, he would long ago have entered the bonds of matrimony. "She says," he continued, jerking over a page of the closely written let- ter that he held In his hand and glanc- ing down it as he spoke, “that al- though she has always looked forward with pleasure to leaving that piece of property which represents the bulk of her fortune, to her nephew, that she cannot allow herself to do so unless he complies with her wishes and be- comes a married man. To bestow so rich an inheritance upon a single man, she says, is like putting a premium on selfishness!" Terhune snorted with impatience when he had read that last sentence, but I couldn’t help but ad- mire the old lady for IL I thought she must have been something of a char- acter to express herself so forcibly. "She goes on to explain,” said Arch, resuming his reading after letting his eye skim down the page to the close of the letter, “that the reason she limits the days of grace tn which I am supposed to persuade a girl to prom- ise to marry me, to ten. is because she thinks I deserve to have to hurry, having thwarted her wishes so long, and that a little anxiety will do me no harm." His face was s picture as he read thia, and his voice trembled so with a mass of outrage that ho could hardly go on. “She eeweMtee by saying that I will bo more likely to achieve the result she desires, it I am put under a cer- tain amount of pressure. She knows my procrastinating habits only too well!" ¦to glare was so vindictive br thto "A Nephew Is Muth Nearer Than a Third Cousin, You Know!” lection. But it was the shortness of the time that stumped him. He couldn't seem to see himself an en- gaged man in ten days, his imagina- tion somehow failed to sum up the picture. I did my best to cheer him up and pointed out that the property, which was a sheep farm in Australia, formerly belonging to Aunt Georgy’s brother, now deceased, and yielding a yearly income of about 120,000, was worth having a try for. And as I said, it might have been much worse. Aunt Georgy might have insisted on his actually attaining the married state in ten days' time. Instead of merely get- ting engaged, and that I thought would have been well nigh impossible. Girls are so queer about that sort or thing. They must have a trousseau, and bridesmaids and churches and fuss and feathers of one kind or an- other. He would certainly have had trouble in pulling off the wedding in such short order. He was inclined to agree with me. He thought it more than likely his bride would balk at such unceremonious haste. But, by Jove! I know a girl who has no such foolishness about her — When I married Dearest —who had been the Hon. Agatha Wyckhoff, you know—she did not make me wait tor anything. We were married at the unfashionable hour of seven in the morning in a certain little well-re- membered chapel in the village of Wye, with Mrs. Armlstead, her aunt, as our only attendant. And then — but I forgot—l am not telling our story, but Terhune’s. Poor old chap! “It you could have seen nlm!" I said to Dearest, throwing myself on the terrace at her feet. “Never saw him in such a state! He was in the wild- est hurry to begin his record break- ing campaign for a wife, but didn't know how to go about It at all. And I couldn't blame him really. Twenty thousand dollars a year would make all the difference In the world to him!" CHAPTRR 11. "And to the cousin In America, with nine children!" said Agatha. “Not so very much.” I said. “He’s very well off, they say. All those answtaans are. Besides that, Ter* bane’s really got more right to the stuff than bo hast A nephew is much nearer than a third cousin, you know!" . . "Not if he isn't married, apparent ly," remarked Dearest, but 1 knew she only said it to tease me. "O, come, now!” 1 expostulated; "you know you aren't going to stick up for a wild westerner from the American backwoods.” "Wherever they may be." put in my wife, who has spent the greater part of her life in the states and is fonder of that country than 1 toiuK she should be. "From the American backwoods,” I repeated, “that you've never even seen, against poor old Terhune! Why, he probably wears a scalp lock and brandishes a tomahawk, for all you know!” She smiled pityingly at my primitive notions of American civilization. "Which?" she said, "Terhune or the third cousin? You're very ambigu- ous, Wilfred. Besides, you know lot» better than that!" I hung my head in well-affected com fusion and admitted that I did. “Don't be a silly!” she admonished, though I could see she thought my at- titude a good one, and tapped me on the head with her thimble. It hurt r little and I pretended to be very angry at the liberty. “Just you stop that!” I cried, sud- denly flinging my arms around her and pinning her so tight to her chair she couldn't speak. “And don’t pre- tend you’re not going to agree with me about Terhune! It's a serious mat- ter, and you know- it! The old boy’s In a hole and I want to help him out!" “And you expect me to provide the method of exit, isn’t that it?” asked my prisoner as soon as she could get her breath. “Exactly!" I said, setting her free and settling myself in another chair that was conveniently close to her. "Pitch in and tell us how to go about it!” And I leaned back and lit a favorite pipe of mine for which I had long ago gained permanent par- don from Lady Vincent. Which title, by the way, explains the fact that my older brother Edmund had died short- ly after our wedding trip, making me Lord Vincent instead of Lord Wilfred, and at the same time my father, the duke ef Totten’s, heir. At length my oracle ceased puckering her pretty brows and spoke. “I think.” she said, "we might manage it if we gave a small house party and had two of the Agathas who stayed with me a year ago during the time when I was car- rying out the conditions of my fa- ther’s will and friend Terhune as the only guests.” I withdrew my pipe from my mouth and my gaze from the broken roof- line of Wyckhoff castle and the tops of our famous Wyckhoff oaks, which was all my lazy line of vision held, and sat up. “I know it’s an idea," I remarked, “but I can’t seem to get the inner significance of it—a house party for a week with just two Agathas and Terhune for guests. How—” But she Interrupted me. “Yes,” she said, “so far you’re quite right. But don’t you see, Freddy, dear, that the Agathas I meant to invite are Agatha First and Agatha Sixth. In the first piece, they are the only Agathas of all the six yet unmarried, and in the sec- ond place, they just happen to be the two girls Archibald showed the most interest in at the time you two men were guests at Castle Wyckhoff tor the first time.” “Of course,” I cried, “I see it now! And you think he'll have more of a chance with them than with strange gltfls he’s never seen before?” The secretary, I mean my wife—- as I say the other name will slip out occasionally sometimes when I’m talking of old times —smiled indulgent- ly. "As I argue it,” she said, "it will be his only chance. He couldn’t hope to accomplish anything in ten days, in regard to a girl he doesn't know, and if you will remember, Agatha Sixth showed a marked likingfor him at that time! A most important point in favor of his speedy marriage!” “Then why not ask Just Agatha Sixth? Why have Agatha First, too?' I inquired innocently. Dearest allowed the most delightful little expression of pity for my lim- ited masculine intelligence to dim the brightness of her eyes. (TO BE Knew the Remedy. “I*ll be durned if I didn't have to laugh good an* hard at one uv them there autty-lunatic, although I didn't feel much like snickerin’ at the time,” said Farmer Cbjnfuzz to the other soap-box warmers in the cross roads store; "an* here's the answer: On my way down to the county seat the hoes balked good an* stubborn fer a spell an* In the midst uv my rippin* an’ snortin’ along comes a big red •uttymoblle with a real friendly fel- ler behind the goggles. When the feller found out that my outfit wux stationary fer the time bein’, what do you s’pose be up an’ done? Grabbed • monkey wrench, an oil can an* a hammer, crawled under my wagon, made a noise like a b’iler factry, an' may I be tetotally honswoggled If that there boss* mane didn’t stand up like a porkyplne’s an* he made tracks so fast I'm thinkin’ uv trainin’ him fer the ring speedin’ at next county fair, b'gosh."—lllustrated Sunday Mags- He Had Reason. In Illustrating a point he wished to make at a political gathering In the west, a noted politician told of an epi- taph which an Indiana man had caused to bo inscribed upon the monument of hie wife, who had died after a some- what tempestuous married life. Thia legend read: “Here lioe a wife. Tears cannot bring her book. Therefore her hus- band weeps."—Harper’s Magaslno. Next to a lecture, advice to abo»i» the meet useless th — - - - time that I could hardly keep Irom laughing at him. "It’s no laughing matter!” he growl ed. "She means every word of it. She’s gone and notified the third cousin in America about it. so there II be no possibility of changing her mind!” "is he married?” I asked. "Nine children," returned my friend gloomily. "And she’s even Instructed her solicitor,” he added, “Old Barnes of Barnes, Willoughby & Sons to call upon me and be with me at one o’clock ten days from now, when the period expires, to see that every- thing's fair and square about the pro- ceedings and that I do not overstep the prescribed time by so much as a minute!" “Capital!" I cried unguardedly, full of an ill-timed, I fear, enthusiasm for the business-like methods of Mrs. James. "You’llhave to Invite him to lunch! Why, it’s as good as a play! What an old sport your Aunt Georgy must be!” “O, hang my Aunt Georgy!” ex- claimed Arch peevishly, not appre- ciating my point of view. "Meddle- some old busybody!” "And that reminds me,” I said alert- ly, “how old is she, anyway, Arch?" “Eighty-two,” he snapped; "old enough to know better!” “Old enough to be thinking about making her will, at any rate,” I said meaningly. And of course Arch had in reality too keen an Interest in his own welfare not to appreciate that fact without needing me to emphasize It. He was not the boy—l thought—if I knew him at all, to sit sulking in a corner when there was only a little thing like getting a wife in ten days between him and a chance at a for- tune! If he did, he could not certain- ly be the same Terhune that had proved so earnest an aspirant for the millions of the Hon. Agatha, a sum- mer ago. And I was right. It was not long before he'd forgotten his disap- proval of Aunt Georgy’s methods and was excitedly discussing ways and means of obeying her behest I I bought myself the thing didn’t sound so hard. I thought at any rate that it would be a regular lark to have a try at it. But he was much less optimis- tic, much more downhearted. Not be- cause he doubted his ability to get some girl to marry him, for he felt quite sure on the contrary that his only trouble would be in making a se- ONE OF THE “OLD GUARD” ’ 1 _____ "I One of the surprises of the recent primary election in Michigan was the defeat of Julius Cao- \ Bar Burrows for renomlnatiou to the United -"A States senate. Senator Burrows has been a long I time in politics and was one of the “old guard,” VA- being; associated with Aldrich, Hale and the Sena- TU-I tor Allison tn running the upper branch of con- ,<| l Kress. He entered congress in 1873 and has been jAjMjX 7 a member of the senate since 1895. ! i /l Senator Burrows was born in Erie county, ’ w J Pa., In 1837. He went west at an early age and ''JL read law while living in the western reserve of r - $ . jßk Ohio. In his early twenties he removed to Kala- y . jKgfygp. mazoo and has since been a resident of Michigan. ¦'»/>//jyWVT/V has practised little at the bar. having been in politics ever since he returned home from two years of service in the civil war, with (he First Michigan regiment. It Is recalled by the old inhabitants of Kalamazoo that Mr. Burrows made a successful prosecuting attorney in the two years he held the office immediately after the war. As his reputation as a debater and speechmaker grew, Mr. Burrows gained political power, and at the close of his term as prosecuting attorney was appointed supervisor of internal revenue for Michigan and Wisconsin, but declined the office. In 1873 the opportunity came that he wanted in the form of his first nomination to congress. *——• J In the house of representatives Mr. Burrows rose slowly. He was not a loader and he was not given membership in the most important committees until late in his career, but he early attained a reputation for being an excel- lent parliamentarian ami good presiding officer. As a senator Mr. Burrows has been conspicuous chiefly as an opponent to Reed Smoot, the Utah senator accused of Mormonism, and as an opponent to tariff changes that were said to be against the interest of the Michigan beet sugar growers. Senator Burrows was temporary chairman of the Re- publican National convention at Chicago and delivered the keynote speech of the campaign which followed and which placed President Taft in the White House. The defeat of Burrows by the insurgents is thus an event of na- tional importance. ' Senator Burrowt is chairman of the senate committee appointed to inves- tigate the charges against Senator Lorimer. ‘BUTCHER’ WRITES A BOOK With an unpardonable lack of tact or a slnis ter sense of humor Gen. Valeriano Weyler has al lowed the publisher to print the title of his sen sational book “Mi Mando in Cuba" (“My Com- mand in Cuba") in letters of gory scarlet on a paper cover of livid gray. Whatever the motive may have been that prompted such a choice, that bloody “eye catcher" of a line fitly symbolizes the man and his work. Weyler has been on trial before public opinion for butchering his enemies instead of fighting them; and he flaunts in our faces the ugly stains that show where he wiped off his knife. C aptain general of the most fertile province of Spain (and a province which more than once manifested her Intention to throw off the Bour- bon yoke), he makes such a case against the country that buys his services as no citizen of the United States could have ever made to justify America’s attitude in the Cuban mix-up. Weyler was the best hated man in Cuba when the government of this nation finally recalled him. This book will cause him to bo cursed the length and breadth of the peninsula. I wrote It, he says, "to give all the facts about my conduct as general- In-chlef, a conduct admired not only by army officers, high and low, who wrote me innumerable letters, but by privates, who, on their return to the penin- sula, spoke of me with a enthusiastic fervor for which I can never thank them enough. \ arlous reasons prevented me from doing years ago (when I could not have freed my mind from a certain bias > a work which I can now do In perfect peace of mind, thanks to the time that has passed and which has soothed the irritation due to the injustice I suffered at the hands 3f some men. "Furthermore, I did not wish to sadden Senor Sagasta by retelling the story of our colonial disasters; neither did I feel any pleasure In censuring the illustrious General Martinez Campos, my predecessor in Cuba, however uncharitably he acted toward me after his return to the capital ’’ A perusal of the book fails to prove that Weyler kept his nromise tn treat the subject with perfect moderation. - o | A POPULAR ENGLISH PRIEST- beßt knowu ”rlests ln attendance/SHfcx v El*charlst,c congress at Montreal was Revf ather Bernard Vaughan of London. England, whose denunciation of the smart set has deeply / stirred the world's metropolis. Everybody in I , Lon'lon loves and honors Father Vaughafi vet h-A 18 the PUIPK BCoUrge °f the town. He preaches !:Uthß that ‘errlfy' yet an hour before he !Jeaks Hue S wa“lls.he Jammed “d «™ dß n ”e JB . “ well known 0“ the continent as in r’ Feat Br*taln ’ and although he has become ultra- stßl°hZ °f h ' B lectur,n K and speaking rn si.t H ndS me t 0 devote many hours a .lav tomlsistratlons among the poor. MStXHPjEBR&ttKi At the Montreal conference Father Vaughan created a sensation bv his denunciation suicldde. "We are living In a day." he said, “of headlines, snapshots taxied and music halls; in a day when the scramble for the prizes of life h» a I bs a mad passion. It is a day of fever, fret and fume. Competition be£ o u mo toys is so keen and the margin of profit in commerce has become eartben that the one cry beating through the air Is -hurry up.7 vvP ~, 80 flno day when the high ideals of old are fast yielding to the pressure of ~ * comforts, when principle is being exchanged for expediency in reat ure the Christian sense of sin Is being regarded as a bygone sunerstttt Wben day when it matters not what you believe, but only what you dn j 1 a you may do what you like, provided you are not found out- in ¦ j”' wben the relations between the sexes take one back to pagan times- ir" * Wben there is no empty place but tn a cradle, not room in whir? “ day when the churches." to niov * but in Father Vaughan Is a brother of the late Cardinal Vaugh™ , and Is sixty-three years old. k n of England, DEVOTES LIFE TO THE~POOR~I angel of mercy by fhe poor of M d^ed “M whom she labors unceasingly. T he ow - among is a German princess by birth . , nd duchess reigning grand duke of Hesse and Of the Cxartna. Her husband was assassin.^" 0 of tbe streets of Moscow on February ij .J** th« shattered by a bomb thrown at hi’ killed within a stone's throw of th™' He w<* his wife, hearing the report, rush,, ? ,Palace and and fell fainting upon Sergiu,- mutllJ? J the «I»t After that terrible experience COrpse- duchess withdrew from all the 8 and set to work to ameliorate the sni - °r J poor In her adopted country. She h n<B °f **»• hospitals and nursing homes, she h **** tou »ded operations and devotes eight to ten hours a day to the l»borh2* W dlrect « superintending the different branches of her charitable actlvit W<rk «t votes virtually the whole of her vast Income, amounting to about the cause of charity, and the suffering of the poor in and to and in the vicinity of several of her estates in other part, n/T?" Moesow learned to regard her as a living saint. Not content with lions, she also > t * > A

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