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DrUT.OLIVEi continued. CHAPTER IX. DR. WILBUR'S "WILL. C09TaiHT IJfJ (TURK WIAll'ftll precious aocument to nis lawyer.

It begins 'I, Ezra Wilbur, being of sound health and mind do make this my last will and testament, the bequests whereof I earnestly hope will be carried out faithfully to the very letter by my more than son, my truly beloved and faithful partner, Henri Oareau." Then follows a list of bequests, one hundred dollars here, five hundred there, principally to some of those who have been his patients people in the lower walks of life; poverty stricken creatures who have partaken of his bounty in the years gone by. "To my adopted son, and loved partner, Henri Oareau, do 1 give aud bequeath all the balance of my property, whether real estate or personal, or any other properties, moneys, goods and chattels, which 1 shall bo possessed of at the time of my demise. Also my large and well paying practice. To his care and skill do 1 transfer my patients, knowing that in his unsurpassable knowledge he will interest himself in their behalf, as much as I have ever done, and infinitely more so. "And lastly to my loved partner and pupil Henri Oareau.do I bequeath all that is mortal of ray body, my frame and flesh, and organic structure.

To be dissected by him, immediately after my death, or as soon after as practicable. 1 do this to solve tho mystery of the peculiar malady which has racked and distressed roe for so many years, so that men of science can be taught, and like suffering be pre HE LIGHT OP the study lamp shines brightly in the office of Wilbur (fareau physicians and surgeons. the sign reads outside the door; a sign (ii which will soon i -i i vented or relieved in others. All this 1 benueath, this sixth day of January, which will soon read: "Dr. Ilenrl Uareau, physician and surgeon." For the skillful senior partner is no more.

IRs brain, so often racked for knowledge will relieve the suf. ferings of mankind, is at rest. The kindly voice is hushed. The gentle, tender hand is lying lifeless upon his breast. The noble heart has ceased to in the year of our Lord eighteen hundred aud eighty.

"Signed, Ezra Wilbur." The light shines on, as brightly as ever; shines hood the open paper be fore the youna physician. He holds it as if petrltiedT The words dance before his eyes. "To be dissected immediately after my death or as soon after as practic able." "Can do this?" he cries. "Can I 1 desecrate that loved form with cruel scalpel, and rasping saw?" He groans in his agony of spirit. "For the benefit of science!" His partner's words come to him vividly.

He understands them now. "So that others can be relieved." Thinking of others, providing for sur cease from pain in others, even after the breath has fled, the noble heart stilled. Jbeat. He is lying upon his bed, apparently sleeping. He has been carried there after the inquest.

He it sleeping the last long sleep which must come to us all the sleep from which there is no earthly awaking the sleep of death. In the office below the junior partner sits alone, his head resting upon his folded arms upon the desk, the light shining upon the red-tlifcsh brown hair, lingering lovingly upon the man who is nursing his Borrow, the genuine sorrow of a noble-hearted man. He has lost his benefactor, the only living being he loves, ml his manly form is convulsed and tdiaken with the sobs that well up from the depths of his soul. lie has been1 sitting thus for a long time has eaten nothing since morning. He cannot eat.

Cannot bring himself to think of anything save the cold lifele.ss clay, in the room abovo. He rises and looks about him, mechanically observing the familiar objects surrounding him. "Dead!" he murmurs. "Dead and soon to be placed beneath the sod. And such a death!" He shudders.

Then his face grows dark, his eyes flash ominously, ho clenches his hands; the finely moulded lips compress. "Curse the hard-hearted wretch who did this foul deed." he mutters. "Curse, aye, "Ah, saintly spirit! Ah, noblo cre ation of Godl" the young man murmurs, raising his hand toward the room above. Hut can I carry out his wishes? KTESSZT TO He thinks, shudders as he calls to his mind the dissecting room, the cut and defaced image of him he loves. Can he do it! He rises to his feet.

A sudden SUBSCRIBE THE 1W KENTUCKY il'SE, The weary traveler on the road tninlc of home And-dream of all tho pleasantness From which he had to roam But then a "Balin of Gilead" comes When In feather bed he'll souao With his troubles all forgotten at The New Kentucky House. Good treatment and a feather hod Make men forget their woes Protects them from the cyclones cold No matter how-it blows. And everything Is neat aud clean You cannot "smell a mouso" So come and be a member of The New Kentucky IIouso. The table, why It groans aloud, With everything to eat; The fruits of tropical The finest kind of meat; The chicken, rabbit, turkoy too, The partridge and grouse Are fattened for the benefit of The New Kentucky House. The proprietor is Pruett His partners name is Cook.

All the people In Weir City, They know them like a book, The place Is open through the night, The "Glim they nover douse" The strangor is always welcome at The New Kentucky House. At the Sunday family dinner; The epicures thoy dine, For they know, we are perfect In the dinner giving line When coming for your lettors To the new postofflce house, Just cast a glanco at the new sign, Of The New Kentucky House. -Corner South of Postofflce. resolve has entered his mind. He takes the lamp and ascends the stairs to the room where the body is lying.

He opens the door; all Is silent. He is alono with the dead. He approaches the bedside, the light of the lamp Bhining upon the peaceful face, bringing into prominence the ghastly mark upon his forehead, which has caused FOR THE damn the fiend, who for a miserable pittanco struck down this good old ills ileum. He speaks to the corpse. "I have THE manl May his limb wither, may his eye-balls rot in their sockets!" He stops, and smiles bitterly.

How melodramatically he has spoken. But ho D-A-ILir STT2ST read your will, dear master, read it through, and oh! you have imposed a task upon me which I shrink from undertaking. If your spirit in heaven is looking down upon me now, you can read my heart; you know how I dread moans it, every word. He walks to the door and throws it onon. The night is dark, the warm summer winds gently fan his heated brow no sign of life about him.

They to carry out your bequest spare me this! Spare me this!" retire early in these rural towns. He looks up the street Within a stone's throw is the cemetery, the cemetery where the loved form will bo laid away, in his last resting place, the cemetery where awaits his benefactor all that ho can claim of earth, the six feet whieli can be claimed bv all, King or neasant. potentate or nauner. "And he will soon be laid there," he mutters bitterly, CftDl j(M, Suddenly, he remembers the words used bv the loved partner, the last The only Daily Newspaper in Cherokee County. A new enterprise.

Help it to be a success by patronizing it. time ho has seen him alive, the promise he had exacted during the last inter view. "If I should die suddenly, read my will before burvmg me." He remembers he has promised to Bargains I Hair curlers 5 eta. One full quire of beet writing paper 5 ca- Butter-milk Boap 81-3cts We carry in stock the finest cigars, that are known to the trade, among which are: Stickneys, El-Merito, Straitens Storms Bou-quet, Chancellor, Mercantile, Search light, etc. The largest and most varied obey him.

He recalls his own words. "Your will shall be read before you are Eight pages each issue, every Tuesday and Friday, lor interred. Pray heaven that I shall never be called udoii to read it." Then the impressive tones of the other, 'Tray heaven that you will! It is for the benefit of science that you Should!" He remembers how the words have impressed him. He had felt curious at $1 Per Year stock of wall-paper, window glass. Only 10c Per Week, the time.

HE STANDS LOOKING AT TDIS COBPSE. It seems a long time ago to him. He A new stock of paint brushes, He stands looking upon the corpse, can scarcely bring himself to-bctfeve white-wash and kalsomine brush- that it was only the day before that as if expecting it to answer. The lifeless form never moves. The whito lipd cannot speak.

But is it imagination, the wild thoughts of a disordered this interview took place, but a little over twenty-four hours. There has es. ine most complete hub ui stationery in the city. been so much crowded into the short day. So much of horror, so much of mind, or can he hear' a voice speaking to his soul; a voice that says: sadness "My son, if you loved mo in the He closes the door and returns to the Stryker Bros.

The Druggists, Notice. flesh obey the directions I have given desk. Tho will shall bo II is y.u.- partner's last wishes shall be obeyed lie turned nan oxpecung wsee some He has said tho document was in the Address one behind hiin.4 No one Still DAILY SUN, We the undersigned citizens of lower drawer of his private denlc He has the keys in his possession, He ho has heard ttie'yolce. it is rue spirit voice of his master in heaven. We give the news of the world, and a large variety of choice stories and miscellaneous literary matter, Subscription taken at this office.

Weir hereby call a convention to turns to the desk, the desk where the good old man has passed so many Like a wave this flashes through his brain, and placing the lamp upon the hours in study, has written so be held at 8 o'clock p. on Monday, March 4, 1895, many prescriptions. Upon tho leaf are floor, he falls upon hia knees besides tho corpse and murmurs; WEIR CITY, KAN. evidences of his work. Half written pages of manuscript, the pen lying for the purpose ot nominating candidates for the various offices to be filled at the city election to be held "You have commanded me.

it snail be done!" (To be Continued.) ii a upon the rack, tho cover of the ink stand lying near. He inserts tho key in the lock of the lower drawer, and pulla it opon. A collection of odds and April 2, 1393: An Oak Treo In Vail Life la Winter. In the Ooyt Valley, about two miles from Whalev Bridge, there is an old ends meets his gaze. Vials, iustru uients.

old-fashioned, abandonod.grow ing rusty from disuse, a bundle of tree which has not yet lost last year's leaves. Every twig and branch is still densely covered, comparatively very Emerson It O'llara McCullough Kave Campbell mamiDcript, tied with pink tape, legal looking document at the very few having fallen sinco the summer. bottom. 1 1 is tho will. Ho takes it out Jno umvan Manon Deacon O'Donnell Jas Morgan IIMcOill Sam Brown II Uallam II Downey Nick Smith II Mullani Mike Purkin Even tho late intense frost docs notsoem to have affected them or lessened them in the least.

They are, of course, quite Yes, across the top is written In the doctor's angular hand, "Last will and testament of Ezra Wih brown and crisp, hut the Btalks are yet quite elastic and pliable, and ad-hero very tenaciously to tho stems); it I (J Newman Titter Smith Mullani Ho wen bur," lie pushes tho drawer in with his foot. and dusting the document, sits whore requires a good pull to detach them. The treo presents a remarkable ftp pcarance, which is heightened by con' tho light can strike tho paper and rev A Richards McCall erently unfolds is. The paper Is written in the doctor' irast with those surrounding It, all Chaa Chronister bhaw baro and U-allcss. hand.

He has not trusted this.