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DR. J. F. PIGOTT.

5olington, La.

Residence in the Exteretein ralsed

bttae, two blocks west of publie

Offers his professional services to the

public.

Office at the City Drug Store on O

bmbia street.

GEORGE B. SMART,

Attorney and Counselor at Law

COVINGTON,

&nd 905 Hibernia Bank Building, New

D~rleans.

E. ELMO BOLLINGER,

.*ATTORNEY AT LAW..

SLIDELL, LA.

Office in bank building. Notary pub'

Nl in ofce.

JOS. B. LANCASTER,

Attorney at Law,

Covington, La.

Will attend to civil business in eon.

p cen with his ofce as District At.

B. B. WARREN,

PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON,

Covington, La.

Office ea Main street, opposite the

1a"k.

Residence: New Hampshire street,

Near Rutland.

Ofice Phone 66. Residence Phone 59.

0DR H. E. GAUTREAUX,

Physician and Surgeon

OMce Southern Hotel building.

Hours: 9:30 to 11:30 a.m. and $ to I

t, m.

Phones: Office, 213-3; Residence, 94.

DR A. C. GRIBBLE,

DENTIST.

Southern Hotel Building.

Best references in town.

DR. A. H. GRIMMER,

DENTIST,

Covington, Louisiana.

(surs: 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Phone No. 21$.

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J. M. YATES..

* Parish Surveyer is

FOLSOM, LA.

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The World's Wonders

STRANGE THINGS FOUND IN VARIOUS

PORTIONS OF THE EARTH

Relic of Jail-Fever Days

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A curious custom still observed I n the central criminal court of Loft.

don Is that of placing sweet herbs on the bench. it dates from the days

when jail-fever was prevalent and the ran kness of the air in the courts was

such that It was necessary to provide some counteracting scent for those

whose duty It was to administer justice.

HOUR GLASS OF RECORD SIZE

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In London there stands an hour

glass that undoubtedly is the largest

ever constructed. It contains more

than 100 pounds of sand. When the

lower bulb is filled the frame turns

over, and the process is reversed to

mark the flight of another 60 minutes.

So huge is this glass that the revolu

tion is made by a hydraulic engine,

shown on the left of the picture. The

height of the glass is nearly 12 feet.

LIGHTNING CAME BY PHONE

While the sun was shining the other

day at Clinton, N. J., and there was no

indication of an electrical storm, a

bolt of lightning struck a liberty pole

In front of a hotel shattering the shaft

and scaring a team of mules so badly

that they ran two miles. The team

was tied to a ring attached to the pole,

which was thirty feet high. After the

animals had been stopped it was found

that the bolt of lightning which had

shattered the pole had also melted the

Iron shoes from each of the mules.

Otherwise they were uninjured. The

source of the lightning bolt puzzled all

the local electrical experts and me

teorologists, but after investigation it

was found that a telephone wire run

ning from Singac passed so close to

the flag pole as to touch it. At the

time the pole was struck a fierce thun

der storm was raging in the vicinity

of Singac, and the theory is that

lightning striking the telephone wire

in the storm zone, traveled over the

cable until it encountered the unin

sulated liberty pole, where the full

force of the bolt was spent.

CHILD WITH TWO HEADS

A most wonderful child is the six

year-old daughter of John 0. Nelson

Df Brooklyn Hills, N. Y. She has two

well developed heads; and though un

able either to sit up or walk, her gen

eral health is good, and she possesses

normal intelligence.

When the child was born the doc

tors said she could not live, but Mr.

Nelson, possessed of considerable

means, engaged the best physicians

and gave the little one the most care

!ul attention, sparing no expense in

trying to make the delicate infant a

healthy child. According to her fa

ther the child speaks English and Ger

man with equal fluency, using both

nouths when she speaks.

NEEDLE IN GIRL FIVE YEARS

The 13-year-old daughter of Charles

Clayton, a farmer at Pleasant Plains,

half way between Toms River and

Lakewood, N. J., five years ago swal

lowed a large needle. This needle has

just been removed from her body at

the base of the spinal column.

The needle was found and removed

in a peculiar way. As the little gii I

went to bed and pulled the quilts up

over herself she gave a scream of

pain. Her mother found the child

crying and saying that her hip hurt

her. The only thing her parents

could think of was that in some way

she had dislocated the hip, and they

sent five miles to Toms River for Dr.

E. C. Disbrow. He found the hip all

right. The child still complained of

the pain, and at last he found a small

projection. Anaesthetics were applied,

an incision made and by means of

forceps the needle was pulled out.

The child is well again. The only

time she was given any trouble with

the needle was the night before it

was taken out

HOARD IN A FLOATING LOG

A party of campers from Seattle

were hauling a gigantic cedar log up

on the beach of Lake Washington to

be converted Into firewood when what

appeared to be a huge plug attracted

their attention. One ran for the axe

and the log was split Into two pieces!

The plug acted as a door of a safety

vault where some logger twenty years

ago had hidden his savings. There

were $600 in gold, $68 in silver and

$500 In currency. The name, though,

dim, on the post office money orders

appears to be Claude Parsons or Par

ker, and they are payable in the post

office at Eau Claire, Wis. The money

orders are dated April, 1891.

Efforts will be made to find the

rightful owner of the hoard. Many sto

ries are told of the prodigality with

which loggers handled their money

In the halcyon days of logging. A

favorite bank was to put a boom

augur hole In a big stump. Into this

hole was put the gold, silver and pa

per and a big plug driven Into the

hole. The plug was then sawed off

plumb with the bark and the wealth

left until wanted. Many of these im

provised banks were swept away by

floods or destroyed in forest fires.

RODENT HAS MONEY TO BURN

A pet red squirrel belonging to Otto

Speltz, farmer, of Bellingham, Wash.,

has been under surveillance ever since

he was discovered tearing a $5 Canad

ian bill to pieces. Speltz- rescued the

money and sent it to Ottawa for re

demption.

He had no more than despatched

the letter containing the shreds of the

five than the squirrel was found play

ing with a piece of a United States

$10 bill.

Speltz garnered this money In be

fore it was too damaged for barter,

and Is now watching the movements of

his pet. It is believed the rodent has

discovered a hidden hoard laid away

in past years by a miser or cached by

a robber In a hollow tree and found

by the squirrel.

Cannon Used at Agincourt

London's army pageant is providing a series of wonderful spectacles

for the people and at the same titme gIves them valuable lessons in the his

tory of warfare since the earliest days of the English as a nation. All the

costumes are historically correct and In many of the tableaux there are used

the actual weapcns of the period represented. The old cannon, including a

serpentine gun used in tne battle of Agincourt, attract especial attention.

KEPT HIS WIFE'S SKELETON

An extraordinary instance of a hus

band's devotion to his wife's memory

has just been revealed at Bukharest.

An inventory of property left by

Miklos Denner, a merchant, was being

made, when the skeleton of a woman

was discovered locked up in a cup

board. It was at first thought that

a murder had been committed, but

inquiry showed that the skeleton was

that of Denner's wife, who died a

natural death ten years ago, and was

buried in the ordinary way.

The husband was inconsolable till

he secretly exhumed his wife's re

mains, and hid the skeleton in the

bedroom. The skeleton is to be re

interred in Denner's grave.

Adding the Insult.

Bonney (morning of the second day

out)-Come, old boy, let's go out on

deck. Breakfast won't be served for

half an hour yet, and a brisk walk on

an empty stomach will do you good."

Klabber (feebly trying to simle)

Take a walk on yours, if you like,

cshappie. Mine ia-is entirely too

empty.

WHEN THE DEAD RETURN

This is a story of mistaken identity

of remarkable character. Mary McGon

igle was struck by a trolley car in

New York last April and died shortly

afterwards in a hospital. On notifica

tion from the coroner, her relatives

came to view the body and she was

identified by her son, her sister, her

brother and a cousin; a burial permit

was issued in the name of Mary Mc

Gonigle; an insurance company paid

$117 on the life of Mary McGonigle;

the traction company paid $350 for the

funeral of Mary McGonigle; the body

of Mary McGonigle now lies in Cal

vary cemetery.

Late one night recently Mary Mc

Gonigle in the flesh walked into her

sister's home.

To say there was surprise at her

visit would understate the emotions of

the relatives. The sister screamed;

the brother dropped his new clay pipe

and a small niece fainted. Mrs. Mc

Gonigle herself was surprised but

placid; she had not read the newspa

pers, and did not know that she was

supposed to be dead.

Then came explanations. Mary Mc

Gonigle had been buried all right, but

it was the wrong Mary. The living

woman is in private service and her

address fluctuates with her employ

ment. The dead woman who bears

such an extraordinary resemblance to

her was no relative, but had known

her, and had given her address to the

hospital. The undertaker who buried

the late Mary, was summoned to view

the living Mary. "I never saw such a

resemblance," he gasped, "and I've

buried many."

SMALLEST OF TYPEWRITERS

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Some ingenious man in Europe has

invented a typewriter so small that it

can be carried in the waistcoat pock

et. This tiniest of all writing-ma

chines is made in the form of a watch.

The letters make their mark under the

pressure of the knob within the ring

and the writing is done on a narrow

strip of glued paper.

FIFTY-POUND HAILSTONE

The notoriety of setting a new stan

dard for all stories of big hailstones

befell William Dittenhafer, a cellar

digger of York, Pa., entirely unsoli

cited. He found a mass of many hail

stones congealed or melted together,

thirty-six inches long, fourteen inches

wide and five inches thicfl, in a deep

depression in the lawn. This mass

weighed more than fifty pounds.

SNAKE BINDS OWL TO TREE

Charles Allison of Nashville, Ind.,

relates a peculiar experience with a

snake and an owl. He was walking

along the creek carrying his gun.

when he noticed a large owl sitting in

an old dead tree. He shot three times,

and says he knew he hit the bird each

time, as it would drop its wings when

he discharged the gun. On going

closer to the tree he found \why the

owl did not fall. A large blacksnake

had wound around the bird, and had

its head hanging down the tree. He

shot the snake, then the owl and rep

tile both fell into the water.

Nine Points in Law.

A little three-year-old was being

made ready for a bath, much to her

discomfort, as she heartily disliked

soap and water. "Don't dit water in

my eyes," she said, "and don't dit

soap in my nose."

Thinking to quiet her, her mother

said: "Never mind, Dorothy, It's my

nose, anyway."

"Well, I don't care," replied Dorothy

with feeling; "it's me that's using it."

- -The Delineator.

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A Colonist of Canaan

By Ibola Forrester

The Southwestern filer drew up at

Canaan Junction. It never stopped,

merely slowed up long enough to

throw out the mail sack, and give the

curly-headed boy in the express car a

chance to call hello to Nell.

But today it stopped, stopped while

one man swung off a sleeper, and the

porter dropped a suit case and grip

on the platform beside him.

The man left behind was young, so

young that he had outgrown his years.

and there was a latent, careless

strength, mixed with awkwardness

about him that reminded one of a cub.

Nell took one look at him and

caught her breath sharply. She knew

him in an instant, but there was a

bare chance that he had forgotten her.

It had been four years, and four years

is a lengthy stretch when one is 17.

He set the suit case down under the

ticket shelf, and went back to the

water bucket.

"It's hot enough down here, isn't

it?" She watched him drain the tin

cup a second time before she an

swered: "We don't mind it much."

"I suppose not. I came from the

north. Don't suppose you know any

body here named Acton?"

The girl's hand closed tightly over

the package of letters she had drawn

from the mail sack. Her back was to

ward him. But her voice was steady

and natural.

"No, I don't."

"You'd be pretty likely to know,

handling all the mail, and so on,

wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, I would know. I know the

name of everybody in this town!"

"Except mine."

He came over to the ledge and

leaned one elbow on it, smiling in at

her cheerfully. She did not answer.

"Maybe he's using a different name,"

he went on, presently. "He had

She Knew Him in an instant.

plenty of cause to change it, the Lord

knows, when he started down this

way. I know he's here all right, and

I'm going to find him."

As the man left she caught up the

telephone receiver and called a num

ber.

"I want to speak to father, please.

Is he there? Well, wait. Give him

a message. Tell him to come over to

the depot right away. Tell him to

come around by the river road, not

Main street I want to show him

something there."

Then she waited. It seemed hours

before she caught signt of the dear

old figure, swinging along the river

road, his gray felt hat well back on

his head, his gray mustache and im

perial giving added distinction to the

fine, gracious face. The tears rushed

to her eyes as she watched him, but

she controlled herself, and met him

with a smile.

"Sit down and rest a minute, honey.

You've got 20 minutes. They-they've

wired for you to come down to Alca

zar. It's some committee meeting, I

believe." She turned away, and bent

over a time table, so that he should

not see her tell-tale eyes. "You can

make the 1:10 local, dear. And-don't

bother about coming back tonight

I'm sure they need you sown there."

"In a rush, aren't they?" laughed

the colonel, wiping off his forehead.

'Guess it's about their new town halL

It consists of four flags on a center

plot at present, with a geranium bed

in the middle. I suppose I'll have to

go. Be all right, won't you, Nell?"

She nodded and smiled. It was 15

minutes now. She watched the road

to Main street every now and then,

half expecting Fate to play her a trick

and send the long-limbed stranger

back again. It wasn't wrong. She

THE DRUGGIST.

I am a druggist, lcrn and lone.

A being without guile.

When strangers grab my telephone

I merely smile.

A big directory I keep,

And should, through any stress,

You want my aid, I'll in it peep

For an address.

I have on hand of glue and string

A large and free supply,

I'll gladly get you anything

You'd like to try.

At midnight I climb slowly to

My little cot to camp.

But I'll get up to furnish you

A postage stamp.

Emotions I have learned to curb;

I've always helpful been.

And naught that happens can disturb

My gentle grin.

Warden Not Much for Changes.

When George J. Warden took his

manufacturing business to a new loca

tion recently It was a noteworthy

thing for him to do. For Warden is

about as little addicted to making

chang6s as any man in Cleveland. He

himself was speaking of this fact a

day or two ago.

"I lived more than 36 years in the

same house on old Perry street, he re

marked, "and for 42 years I took milk

.t told herself over and over again, it

1, wasn't

0 % A hundred suggestions and plans

e swept through her mind as she lis

t tened to him chat of the new town hall

at Alcazar. Then all at once there

e was a dead silence, and she turned

o quickly. The colonel stood in the cen

P ter of the little depot, his hands

clasped comfortably under his coat

0 tails, his lips pursed up for a whistle.

I. And he was looking at the suitcase un

I der the window ledge, a suitcase with

5 the owner's name written boldly across

it, "J. P. Dexter."

Nell leaned her hands on the desk

and waited tensely. She had forgot

1 ten to hide the suitcase.

"Well, honey girl, the cat wouldn't

I stay put, would it? And you going to

all this trouble just to try and save

3 your dad from himself." The colonel

spoke very calmly, very reflectively,

almost with a glint of humor in his

t blue eyes, as he saw the look on Nell's

L face. "When did Jack Dexter get

- here?"

"Father, listen." She put both

hands up on his shoulders and leaned

- her face against his chin. She was

just about on a level with his chin.

"You must take this train. Surely,

I when you know you're in the right,

- it doesn't matter what other people

think. They don't know for sure that

you are here yet The night operator

said you were, but I know he isn't cer

tain. I can turn Jack Dexter away.

He didn't know me at all. Think of

them sending him down here to bring

you back, the boy that owed every

thing to you."

"He had to do his duty if they sent

him. I certainly wish it had been

some one else. I always set a heap by

Jack. He's a right fine boy. Studied

law with the judge after we left, Nell.

I understand he's prosecuting attor

ney."

From the bridge came the whistle

of the 1:10. She was on time to the

minute. The ticker was calling the

Canaan operator, and she went to it,

the tears streaming from her eyes. As

the local pulled in the colonel stood

in the doorway and swept his broad

brimmed felt hat off in a general sa

lute.

And the 1:10 pulled out without its

extra passenger.

Somebody came hurrying along the

platform and into the depot.

"I can't locate him yet, but rm going

to stay over-" Jack Dexter stopped

short and whistled softly under his

breath. The colonel held Nell close to

him, and smiled.

"How are you, boy, how are you?"

he said, heartily. "I can't offer you my

hand, because, you see, they're both

engaged. I'm mighty glad to see you

again, Jack. Just take your suitcase

right over to my house, sir. and we'll

have a good dinner before we start

north tonight "He put up one hand

as Jack started to explain, and shook

his head warningly. "No need for ex

planations. I understand the situation

thoroughly. I don't want to disturb

Nellie here, with any of the details."

"But, Colonel Acton," Jack ex

claimed. "You don't know what I'm

after, sir. I came down to let you

know that that indictment is squashed

flatter than a pancake. The whole city

is waiting to welcome you back, if

you'll only come. The president of the

bank confessed to the full amount,

swore he had made a scapegoat of you,

sir, and then gracefully committed sui.

cide. It was the wisest thing he'd

done in five years."

"Well, now, that's -too bad," the

colonel said, regretfully. "He need not

have done that. I was comfortable

down here. It's home to Nell and my

self. In fact, we feel rather respon

sible for the future of Canaan. Mighty

fine cf you to come down and let me

know, Jack, though; mighty fine."

"I wanted to be the first to tell you,

sir." Dexter's hand gripped the col

onel's closely.

The colonel smiled in a pleased, com

fortable fashion all his own.

"We keep our word, we Actons," he

said. "Don't we, Nell?"

"I can hardly say that." she faltered.

"I-I didn't tell the truth to Mr. Dex.

ter when he asked me if I knew you.

I just couldn't. I don't know what he

must think of me."

"Think of you?" gasped Dexter. "I

think you are the bravest, truest,

bulliest-"

The colonel glanced at his watch.

"We will all lunch in honor of the

occasion over at the hotel, sir. Jack,

just give my little girl your arm along

Main street. I'll lock up thh station

and carry the suitcase until the next

train comes along. No, sir, I can't

Ipermit it, as my guest, yvu will allow

me to have my way." Jack hesitated

still, looking down at the heavy suit

case, and the colonel gave him a deli

cate poke in the side. "Ladies first,

sir, iight about face-forward, march!"

from the same family, never missing

a day. Then, for 31 years I was shaved

by the same man in the same shop.

"Our family began taking minlk from

Mr. Schurmer, a farmer out Strong..

ville way, about fifty years ago. When

he died we bought milk from his sons

and for 42 years we got milk from

them without missing a single day.

Eight years ago a man by the uame

of Shuman bought out their milk busi

ness and we have been taking milk

of him ever since. So you could al

most say that I've been getting milk

from the same place for an even half

century."-Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Neighborly Attentions.

A parson was applied to for advice

by a member of his congregation, who

complained of the continual noise

made on a trombone by a next-door

neighbor.

"Can a man," he asked, "who prac

tises on such an instrument from

morning to night, be a good Chris.

tian?"

"Such a man might possibly be a

good Christian," the parson replied,

"but his next-doer weishbor couldiak."

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"PLAY WITH THE CHILDREN"

Fabled Fountain of Youth Could Not

Be More Potent Than Association

With Little Ones.

"Play with the children!" was the

recurrent advice of a wise and site.

cessful man. "This will keep yourw

heart young, 'our viewpoint fresh,

your wit sparkling. The child heart is

at once the purest and the happiest

in all nature; the child tongue is a

transfiguring power."

Something of this induibtable power

attaches to good stories of those naive

and innocent "little ones" scripturally

declared specially blessed and potent.

The child mind transforms, the child

touch lifts to glad laughter incidents

and accidents not otherwise worth

noting. Witness this little tale of the

careful mother to whom came a tiny

son all agog over the acquirement of

new and forbidden knowledge.

"Mother!" cried the child, b1a

eyes shining, baby cheeks glo ,

"do you know what 'I'll be hornasog

gled' means?"

"No, dear," said the mother, so1'

emnly, seizing the opportunity to 1*

plant a lesson. "I'm sure I do not."

"Well, I do," was the ecstatic .

swer, the suggested lesson being u

terly ignored. "It means Just the

same as 'I'll be gol-darned!"

Qualified.

A prominent western attorney td

of a boy who once applied at his 't

lice for work.

"This boy was bright looking and I

rather took to him.

"'Now, my son,' I said, 'if you coER

to work for me you will occasionalib

have to write telegrams and tat

down telephone messages. Hence a

pretty high degree of schooling is es

sential. Are you fairly well educated?'

"The boy smiled confidently.

"'I be,' he said."-Independent.

Quantity Not Quality.

Teacher-Willie, have you whis

pered today without permission?

Willie-Yes, wunst. 4

Teacher - Johnnie, should Willie

have said "wunst?"

Johnnie (triumphantly)-No, ma'am,

he should have said twist.

The Real Thing.

"You say your husband was cut by

his neighbors at the party?"

"Yassah, dat's so, sah."

"Did they cut him with malice preo

tense?"

"No, sah; wiv a razah, sah."

The supply of talk always exceeds

the demand.

Hungry

Little

Folks

find delightful satisfaction in

a bowl of toothsome

Post

Toasties

When the children want

lunch, this wholesome nour

ishing food is always ready to

serve right from the package

without cooking, and saves

many steps for mother.~

Let the youngi

Post Toasties-su

mer food.

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Batal Creek, M~ich.,