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I HERALD BLEWETT JONES, Pubs. CANEY, KANS During the football season the peril is ever present. "What is worse than the sting of wasp?" asks an Ohio editor. wasps! A Milwaukee woman advertises a man to do her housework. What's the matter with her husband? Among other agencies for the rapid dissemination of news there are 130,000 barbers in the United States When a man has to tend his furnace the devil gains not only a manent residence, but an experienced worker.

It cost one gay New Yorker $500 take his first ride in the new way. A pickpocket got his shirt front diamond. Long life and continued success Mrs. Gilbert, who made her debut a star in a New York theater at age of 83. A New York society woman said took eight cloaks to keep her warm.

A cold stare from her would freeze a blast furnace. Two Atlanta lawyers found $1,000 in the trunk of a negro woman who died the other day--the exact amount required for their fees. One good thing about a runaway ship is that it doesn't knock down babies and butt into carriages containing inoffensive old ladies. The village minister at South ron, N. gathered thirty barrels apples this fall on the parsonage lot.

That beats a donation party. The New York papers make big headlines on a woman sneering at man whom she had stabbed. Did they expect her to indite a love sonnet him? The California man who been sent to jail for a kiss that he didn't get may be able to add something teresting to the literature of unkissed kisses. The tailor who fails to keep his agreement to send his customers' new trousers out in time for Sunday plainly chargeable with breeches promise. A Memphis man has gone bankrupt, with liabilities listed at $35,000 and assets at $40.

The chances are ten one, however, that he can't duplicate that record. Belgium is considering an automobile expedition to the south pole. A movement should at once be begun to induce a certain class of American chauffeurs to join it. It is learned with surprise that the Smithsonian institution has thought necessary to send a man all the way to South American to discover the microbe of lazinesss. A.

policeman who called a man a liar has been restored to duty in an eastern city. In some parts of the country the use of that term puts a man beyond Alfred Austin has written a poem about the Russian-Japanese war. We take it from the swing of his verses that vodka and caviar do not set well Alfred's laureated stomach. With all his money and superior intelligence the English Astor could not marry off his daughter without blunders to mar the ceremony. They do things as well even in America.

In addition to the fact that we have grown older and more dignified, SO that we no longer do it ourselves, we find it is just about as much fun to watch somebody else twist the lion's tail. A thrifty Buffalo man wouldn't sue city because if awarded anything would have to pay back a part of in taxes. So he thought, but he is a financier, and suffers from consciencitis. A seven-inch hatpin was removed from the esophagus of a New York woman's 15-inch terrier the other day. Which reminds us that there really occasions when it's better to have degs than babies.

The strongest argument yet heard against vegetarianism is the case of young theatrical man who won a bride with a ham sandwich during the great washout. Now can you possiimagine a beautiful damsel flying the arms of a man on the offer of a proteid cutlet or a nutine stew? A Brooklyn horse has the habit of starting on a run for the stable the instant of the first tap of the big bell the entrance to Greenwood cemeat 6 o'clock every night. Apparently he knows as much as some Lou Dillon's mile in is evidence that she has fully recovered from her attack of thumps, but the betting men who backed her against Major Delmar at the rate of 100 to 40 and saw their money vanish haven't yet got over theirs. NEWS OF KANSAS A FOUNDER OF MANHATTAN. The Death in New York of a Pionee of the West.

NEW Andrew J. Mead, one of the founders of Manhattan, many years a hardware merchant of Cincinnati and New York, is dead at his home in Yonkers. He was 89 years old. J. Mcad, whose death occurred at Yonkers, N.

1 was a member of the Cincinnati and Kansas Land company and came to Kansas in 1855 from Cincinnati on the steamboat Hartford by way of the Ohio, Mississippi, Missouri and Kaw rivers. In the same year he helped to found Manhattan and became its first mayor in 1857. While holding the office of territorial senator in 1858 he was elected state treasurer. He went to New York in the early '60s, but has always taken great interest in Manhattan and was a liberal giver to the free public library just built here. WICHITA DEPOSITS HEAVY.

Banks of That City Have Nearly $6,000,000. a national banks had on deposit, at the close of business November 10, $5,818,691.92, according to the statements issued in response to the call of the comptroller of the currency. This does not include the deposits in the four state 1 banks, three of which are large concerns. Two of the national banks passed the $2,000,000 mark on this report, the Fourth National, which had reached it a year ago, and the Kansas National. The former had $98,000 more than that amount and the latter $8,000 to spare.

The net increase in deposits since the last report, September 6, was $216,000. The deposits are heavier now than at any other time in the history of the city. Fell From the Pilot. W. Manning, Frisco freight brakeman of this city, was killed at Kramer's junction near here Monday night.

He was the head brakeman of the train and went out the engine cab over the running board to open the junction switch. The last seen of him alive he was on the pilot of the engine. The train was moving slowly and when he failed to open the switch it was stopped. The train crew found his body cut in two under the third car behind the engine. The unfortunate man came here from Kansas City in September, where he had worked on the Belt line for years.

Oysters Gave Them Typhoid. B. Wimer, cashier of the Wellington Ntaional bank, died here Monday night of typhoid fever. He was 30 years old and leaves wife and one child. His death resulted from eating oysters at his sis.

ter's wedding several weeks ago. Thirty other guests were made ill and sev. eral may not recover. Roth the bride and groom, Mr. and Mrs.

Tapley May, are dangerously ill. All the members of the Wimar family except the father, P. Wimer, ex-county treasurer, are and will be unable to attend the funeral. E. B.

Wimer was a Mason and a Knight of Pythias. Citizens Oppose Franchise. LEA committee of fifteen prominent citizens met here and elected spokesmen to appear before the city council to protest against the granting of a gas franchise to certain attorneys who represent a corporation that is not yet in existence. Several hundred citizens will attend the council meting, as it is reported that half the council favor giving the franchise. There is great indignation.

The citizens' committee wants the matheld up until some local gas companies, which are being organized, get chance to prospect for gas in this county. Had a Night Shirt Parade. The students of the college celebrated their defeat at the hands of the Normal with a night shirt parade through the main streets, winding up with a serenade in front of homes of President Wlikerson of the Normal and William Allen White. There were fifty men in the gang and they gave all the college yells and a free entertainment on the streets. The police made no effort to stop them, as the Normal people made no attempt to interfere.

Kansas Ex-State Senator's Son Dead. L. Bowling, son, of George D. Bowling, ex-state senator, died at his father's home near here of hemorrhage of the lungs. At the outbreak of the Cuban war Mr.

Bowling enlisted, but did not see active service. He was 28 years old and unmarried. Arrangements for the funeral have not yet been made. Lawrence Contract Let. The contract for the construction of the new postoffice building at Lawrence, has been awarded to Richey Bros.

of Hastings, at $44,638, to be completed on January 1, 1906. Hugger Didn't Discriminate, Morgan, a negro who has been hugging every woman he met on Topeka streets recently, was adjudged insane and will be sent to an asylum. He should have discriminated, A KANSAS MOTHER IS UPHELD. One Lyon County Court's Test Case of the Truancy Law. state truancy law received the first test in a Lyon county court last week, when the Rev.

T. W. Johnson was tried before Justice McCain, because he refuses to send his children 1 to the public schools. His son, Theodore, is 11 years old and never has attended public school, but has been taught at home by his mother. The boy was examined by the county superintendent some time ago and found to be lacking in knowledge for an 11-year-old boy, and the superintendent decided that the mother was incompetent to teach him.

The jury brought in a verdict.of not guilty. The court held that a jury can judge the competency of a teacher. The court's ruling in that particular was contrary to the decision of both the attorney general, C. C. Coleman, and the state superintendent, Mr.

Dayhoff, who decided that the county superintendent and tne board of examiners have power to determine the competency of a teacher. KANSAS AMENDMENTS WON. Printer and the Veto Carried by 8,000 Votes. official returns have been received by the secrtary of: state to show that the veto and printer amendments have been carried by overwhelming majority. Ten counties scattered over the state give them 8,000 majority, These counties are a fair index to the rest of the state.

Under the veto amendment, the governor now has the right to veto individual items of an appripriation bill without vetoing the whole bill. This will eliminate grafts. The printer amendment provides for the election of a state printer by the people. State Printer Clark thinks that under its provision he holds over for two years. Some of the politicians who train with the other crowd claim that the legislature can pass a law giving it authority to elect or the governor the power to appoint a printer for the coming, two years.

Wants $5,000 Damages. The Central Kansas Pub- lishing Company- J. S. Cobb, owner, and C. M.

White, manager--has been sued in the district court here for $5,000 damages by Thomas Martin, of Falls City, Neb. The plaintiff alleges in his petition that the defendants, published an article October 31 that libeled him and hurt his business. Martin is a traveling solicitor and issues rural route directories. The article stated that Martin got the names of rural route patrons and then sold them to Eastern mail order houses. Irrigation Fund Runs Dry.

-G. A. Richardson, of Roswell, N. special commissioner appointed by the United States Sl1preme court to take testimony in the Kansas-Colorado water suit, got about all the money left in the Kansas fund. He receives $15 a day and expenses.

The government pays one-third, Kansas one-third and Colorado one-third. He drew $125 from Kansas. This leaves only $79 in the fund. The attorneys will not get any more money the case until the legislature meets and makes another appropriation. Oil Cases Coming Up.

FORT Judge John A. lock convened the November term of the United States court here Monday. A number of oil and mining cases involving large sums of money are to be tried. The United States grand jury was impaneled Monday. Most of the time, will be taken up with cases presented by postoffice and revenue inspectors.

Men of Mortar and Trowel. FORT second annual meeting of the State Association of Brick Masons and Plasterers convened here Monday. State Labor Commissioner Johnson is in attendance. He will address a public meeting of laboring men. The next meeting of the association will be held at Topeka November 19, 1905.

Killed by Switch Engine. NEWTON H. Judd, a wellknown resident of this city, was knocked down and run over by a Santa Fe engine in the yards in this city Monday. His right arm, head and chest were badly crushed, injuries being inflicted from which he died two hours later. He is survived by a wife and six grown children.

Shawnee County Official Vote. official canvass of the Shawnee county vote was completed Monday. Roosevelt's majority was Hoch's Kelly's plurality, 162; Curtis' majority, 3,508. A Thrifty German-American Dead. YATES Ernest Stocke- brand, 76 years old, is dead.

He was one fthe richest men in the county. He came here from Germany without money and unable to speak English. He owned 2,200 acres of land in Woodson county and had an independent fortune besides. Eugene Ware Resigns. -Commissioner of Pensions Ware has his resignation to the President and it was acceptde to take effeot January 1.

The Ward of King Canute A Romance of the Danish Conquest. By OTTILIE A. LILJENCRANTZ, author of The Thrall of Lief the Lucky. Copyright, 1903, by A. C.

McCLURG CO. CHAPTER "Be not vexed, honey, but in truth he is overcome by the oddest look whensoever he watches you without your seeing--as though he were not sure of you, in some way, and yetOh, I cannot explain it! Only tell me this--does he not ask you, many times and oft, if you love him, or if others love you, or such like?" In the midst of shaking her head, Randalin paused and her mouth be came as round as her eyes. "Foolishly do I recall it! As if he would! And yet-Dearwyn, he has asked me four times if any Danes visit us here. Would you think that he could be-" "Jealous?" Dearwyn dropped her flowers to clap her hands softly. "Tata, I have guessed his distemper rightly.

Let no one say that I am not a witch for cleverness!" A while they nestled together without speaking, the little maid's cheek resting lovingly on her friend's dark hair. It was a page thrusting aside the arras that broke the spell. Opening his mouth to make a flourishing annourcement, the words were checked on his tongue by four white hands motioning stern commands for silence. is the King's Marshal," he framed with protesting lips. But even that failed to gain him admittance.

As she tripped after him down the corridor, a little frown was forming between Randalin's brows. "I think It is not well-mannered of the fellow to say 'the King's Marshal' as though my lord were Canute's thane," she was reflecting, "and I shall put an end to it. Whatever others say, one never needs to tell me that Sebert is not suffering in his service." With this thought in her mind, she raised the moth-eaten tapestry and stood looking at him with a face full of generous indignation. As he turned she looked up at him with over-brimming laughter. Even as his face was clearing, something in it struck her SO strangely that her laughter died and she bent toward him in sudden gravity.

"Lord! Is it possible for you to believe that I could love Roth gar?" For a while he only looked at ner, that strange radiance growing in his face: but suddenly he caught her to him and kissed her so passionately that he hurt her, and his voice was as passionate as his caress. "No," he told her over and over. "Would I have offered you my love had I believed that? No! No!" Satisfied, she made no more resistance, but clung to him with her arms as she had clung to him with her heart since the first hour he came into her life. Only, when at last he released her, she took the ring from her finger and thrust it into his hand with a little gesture of distaste. "I shall be thankful if I do not have to see it again.

It is Elfgiva's, that Canute gave her after he had won it from Rothgar in some wager. It is her wish that you bring it to the King again by slipping it into his broth or his wine where he will come upon it after he has finished feeding and is therefore amiable-" But it was only very faintly that he smiled at her fooling, as he held the spiral against the light and shook it beside his ear. "Is there no more to the message," he said slowly, "Am I to know nothing of her object? Or why I am chosen of all others?" "Easy is it to tell that," she laughed. "You were not chosen without a reason, and that is because no one else is to be had, since the scullion who formerly served her has gotten himself killed in some way and the man who stepped into his shoes, out of some spite, has refused Teboen's gold. at the end of the beat he was pacing And as for her object-I wonder at "Do you wear bracelets for rings, my fair, or what? WHAT?" and came slowly toward her, she could see that in its gravity his face was as soldier-like as his clothes.

"Randalin!" he cried joyously, and made a step toward her, then stopped to laugh in gay wonder. "Now 1.0 poet would call you 'a weaver of peace' as you stand there, for you look rather like an elf of battle. What is it, my raven?" Her lips smiled back at him, but a mist was over her eyes. "It is your King that am angry with, lord. He is not worthy that a man like you should serve him." Moving toward her again, he held himself a little straighter.

"I serve not the King, dear heart," he said gently, "but the State of England, in whose service the highest is none too good to bend." She yielded him her hands, but not her point. "That does not change the fact that it is his overbearingness which makes your path as though you trod on nettles, for certainly I know it is so, though you will not say it!" Neither would he admit it now, but laughed lightly as he drew her to him. "Now may he not give me thorns who gives me also the sweetest rose in his kingdom? I tell you he is the kingliest king ever I had to deal with, and the chief I would soonest trust England to. Be no Danish rebel, shield-maiden, or as the King's officer I will mulct your lips for every word of treason." She showed no rebellion against his authority, at all events; and her hands remained in his clasp until of his own accord he opened his fingers with an exclamation. "Do you wear bracelets for rings, my fair, or what? WHAT!" From the monstrous bauble in his palm, he raised his eyes to hers, and if the had seen their look she might have answered differently.

But her gaze was still on the ring; and as she felt him start, that impish dimple peeped out of her cheek. "Is it not a handsome thing?" she said. "It looks to be a ring to belong to a giant." "Is it-Rothgar's?" The dimple deepened as she heard his tone. She was obliged to droop her lashes very low to hide the mischief in her eyes. "It is not his now," she murmured.

"It has been given to me to keep me in mind of something." But after that her amusement grew too strong to be repressed, and guardian, so at last he let her finish the subject, and stood pressing her hands upon his breast, his eyes restAng dreamily on her face. When she had finished, he said slowly, "Sweeting, because my mind is laboring under so many burdens that my wits are even duller than they were wont, will you not have the patience to answer one question that is not clear to me? Do you think it troublesome to tell me why it was that you said, that day in the garden Now shake off that look, dearest; never will we speak of it again if it is not your wish! Tell me what you meant by saying that you came into Canute's camp because you had too much faith in Rothgar, if you despise him--since you despise him so." Her eyes met his wonderingly. "By no means could I have said that, lord. When I left home, I knew not that Rothgar lived. The one in whom I had too much faith was the King.

Because I was young and little experienced, I thought him a god; and when I came to his camp and found him a man, I thought only escape from him. That was why I wore those clothes, Sebert-not because I liked so wild a life. That is clear to you, is it not?" He did not appear to hear her last words at all. He was repeating over and over, "The King, the King!" Suddenly he said, "Then I got that right, that it was he who summoned me to Gloucester to make sure that you had kept your secret from me he was angry with you for deceiving him?" "Yes," she said. But as he opened his lips to put another question, she laid her finger-tip beseechingly upon them, "Sebert, my love, I beg of you let 1 us talk no more of those days.

Even yet I do not like the thought of the 'sun-browned boy-bred She laughed a little unsteadily at the sudden crimsoning of his face. "And I am still ashamed--and ashamed of being -that I showed you so plainly what my heart held for you. Elfgiva's tongue has stabbed me sore. Beloved, can you not be content, for now, with knowing that I have loved no man before you and shall love none after you?" Bending, he kissed her lips with the utmost tenderness. "I am well content," he said.

And after that they spoke only of the future, when the first period of his Marshalship should be over and he should be free to cake his bride back to the fields and woods of Ivarsdale, and the gray old r'ower on the hill. CHAPTER XXVI. When the King Takes a Queen. Out under the garden's spreading fruit trees, the little gentlewomen of Elfgiva's household were amusing themselves with the flock of peacocks that were the Abbey's pets. The old cellarer, to whose care the birds fell except during those hours when the brethren were free from such indulgences, watched the scene in grinning delight; and Leonorine laughed gaily at them over the armful of tiny bobbing lap-dogs, whose valiant charges she was engaged in restraining.

The only person who seemed out of tune with the chiming mirth was the Lady Elfgiva herself. "Will you not observe my feelings, if you have none of your own?" she demanded. "Dearwyn, lay aside your nonsense and go ask Gurth if he has heard anything yet of Tebeen." The dull red that mottled her face and neck was a danger signal whose warning her attendants had learned to' heed, and they scattered precipitately. Only the old cellarer, herding his gorgeous flock with waving arms, ventured to address her. "Is it the British woman you are inquiring after, lady? The woman who comes to the lane-gate, of a morning, to get new milk for your drinking?" (To be continued.) it on the he it not are the bly to at tery men.

you, lord of my What kind of a lover are you that you cannot guess that? It is a love token! To hold him to the fair promises he made at its giving, and to remind him of her, and to win her a crown, and to do many strange wonders that no tongue can number them!" To her surprise, his gravity deepened almost to horror. "Love-token!" he repeated; and suddenly he laid his hands on her shoulders and forced her gently to give him eye for eye. "Randalin, if I comply with you in this matter, will you answer me a question? Answer with such care as though your life--nay, as though my life depended on "Willingly; more than one," she consented; but forgot to wait for it as a memory, wakened by his words, stirred in her. "Now is the time for me to remember that there is one thing I have not been altogether truthful about, through forgetting about the Danes we have seen. I recall now that last winter Teboen often saw one when she was gathering herbs in the wood.

She spoke with him of the magic things she brews to make Elfgiva sleep, and he gave her herbs which she thought so useful that she has been fretful because she has not seen him since- Unconsciously, the young soldier's hands tightened on her shoulders until she winced. "You know with certainty that she has never seen him since?" he Danes had naught to do with the last token Elfgiva sent through the scullion? You can swear to it?" "Certainly, if they speak the truth, I know it," she answered, wonderingly. "How should Danes- why, Sebert, what ails you?" For he had let go her shoulders as abruptly as he had seized them, and walked away to the window that looked out upon the rain-washed garden. After a moment's hesitation, she stole after him. "Sebert, my love, what i is it? Trouble is in your mind, there is little use to deny it." Even while his lips admitted a trouble, his manner put it aside.

"You are right that it concerns the King, my elf. Sometimes the work he assigns me is neither easy nor pleasant to accomplish. Yet without any blame to him, most warlike maiden, for-" But she would not be prevented from saying stern things to her royal HAD HEARD OF HIM. Name Brought Recollections of Good Book to Grinning Youth. "Because my name is Lord I frequently have not a few funny experiences," said J.

G. Lord of Muncie, Ind. One of the most amusing incidents I ever had by reason of my name happened while I was driving from town to town in Colorado. While on the road one day, driving very slowly, for I had plenty of time, I chanced to notice by the roadside a young fellow about 16 years old, dressed in as ragged a fashion as any one you could ever conceive of. He had on a pair of his father's wornout trousers, which were cut off at the bottom, and which extended far up on his body, almost to his shoulders.

More as a matter of personal amusement than for any other reason asked him how far it was to the next town. 'Bout six miles, he replied. "I reigned up my horse. "'Do you have any fun out I asked. "'Yep; 'What is your I asked him.

him. he replied: "I started to drive on, but he called after me, asking me to stop. "'Say, he said, 'and what mout your name I answered; 'Mr. "And then he grinned. He grinned all the way to the armholes of his father's pants.

'Why'd you I asked. 'Have you ever heard of 'Sure; I've heard pop read of yer in that good book; but I never saw yer "And he continued to grin as drove -Lou sville Herald..