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J. F. Bergh returned from his Nebraska trip Saturday. Bom Friday, June 23rd to Chris J. Petersen a ad wife, a girl.

J. T. Essington made a business trip to Des Moines last week. BJeedames L. F. and R. Miller were shopping in Atlantic Tuesday.

H. M. Bartlett was in Avoca Sunday and attended the ball grme. Roecoe Essington made a trip to Audubon Saturday in their auto.

Tony ltasmussen of Exira was in Brayton Tuesday on legal business. Pauline Juhl spent Saturday night in Audubon with her sister, Minnie

T. J, McGovern is reported quite ill and is under the care of Dr. Koob.

Kathleen Dimick spent Sunday in Exira with her friend, Mildred Hall. S. P. Bertlesen of Omaha was visiting friends in Oakfield over Sunday.

Mitt Horton of Audubon spent Sunday with his sister, Mrs, Marinus Jensen.

Mrs. L. C. Heath was a visitor at the home of her SOD, Lewis in Exira, Friday.

Esther and Frances Petersen of Audubon were over Sunday guests in Brayton.

Chae. Hoffman and wife are tke proud parents

Ed Delahoyde and E. D. Cotton of Exira were looking after business matters in Brayton Friday.

Bravten and Audubon played a game of ball Sunday at Audubon in which Brayton was victorious, the score standing 3 to 4.

Mesdames Henry Hansen and Andrew Jensen came down trom Exira Monday evening and speut a few hours at the C. L. Bisom home.

Ralph Goodwin and wife were called to Wiota the last of the week by the death of his brother, who died at Stasis City after an opsiation for appendicitis

Ben Shirey of Carroll was in Brayton'Triday on his way home from Atlantic, where he had been to eee his brother, Isaac who is in the hospital there.

B.C. Spencer and family of And-

uboo were picnicing in the woods at Oakfield Tuesday ahd Mr. Spencer was in Brayton looking up business for the Advocate.

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JUDC 23rd. Life Simpson and Will Freeman of Audubon were in Brayton Monday morning.

George Gill of Exira was a Saturday and Sunday visitor at the J. T. Jenkins home.

Miis Arlie Vail of Des Moines visited the greater partot last week at the O. F. Ide home.

Will Essington and wife went to Cumberland Saturday for an over Sunday visit with friends.

Lafe Koob and wife from near Anita were visiting his brother Dr. Koob add family Tuesday.

D. B. Beers is slowly improving from the injurtes he sustained in the ruaaway he recently had.

Misses Agnes Miller, Madeline Essington and Dolly Cannon, rural graduates from the Oakfield Academy went to Audubon Saturday and received their diplomas.

Isaac Shirey Sr. went to Atlantic Saturday to see his son at the hospital. He is rapidly improving from the recent operation for appendicitis nud will oe able to return home the last of the week.

Alfred Andrews af Atlantic and Jim Hedges and a force of men came ta Brayton Tuesday morning and went out to Mr. Andrew's farm two and one-half miles from town, where they will build one of those modern red barns.

Anna Petersen daughter of Nels J. Petersen was taken suddenly sick last Friday evening with appendicitis and Saturday morning Dr. Koob took her to Atlantic and assisted by Dr. Porterfield operated for the trouble. She is recovering rapidly.

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WAITING.

lights turned very low. Almost out, you know. No one else In sight On the particular night. ''. Father's gone out to the club. Mother's upstairs tending BUB. Sis and I are close together In big Morris chair of leather. Very, very late at night Sister's hair, It looks a fright. Father's step upon the stair, Get an awful bad soare. Grab my hat from off the hook. Ran by father's ugly look. Beat it out with an my might Before I got Into the flght. Going back" some time to dine. When from sis, I get a line. Saying things turned out all right On that lovely winter's night.

Rich Uncle.

Young Doctor—Hello, old chap! Don't believe I have met you since we were boys at school. You're looking prosperous.

Young Lawyer—Yes a rich uncle died two years ago and I came into possession of nearly $100,001).

Young Doctor—Why, I wasn't aware you had a rich uncle. Young Lawyer—Oh, he wasn't my uncle. He was the uncle of one of my clients.

Distress 8lgnal.

The elopers were stranded In Duluth, and It was a long walk home. "We must communioate with the old folks at home," said the pretty bride. "Yes," echoed the bridegroom, decisively, "we must ffend a wirefegi distress call to your fa&er." "Ah, the hew 'S. O. 8,-!" "No, the old '0. Q. b.'—Cash Qulok, jbaddyP'

Unsophisticated.

"And why will you take up two hours of my husband's valuable nnielt'' asked the social climber. "Because I am going to do monsieur in oil," responded the portrait painter. "Indeed! Well, see that you use the best olive oil. We are rich enough to pay for the genuine article without being bunkoed with substitutes."

Always to Blame.

"Of course we take our little flings at mankind in general," confessed the suffragette leader, "but I tell you, sis ters, there are some blamed good hus bands In this old world." "Right you are!" spoke up the meek man who had come in unobserved. "They are blamed for everything that happens."

TOO BAD.

Mrs. Maseru (who has visions)—I do believe the world is coming to an end this week.

Mr. Hasem—Why didn't you tell me that sooner. I paid the grocer's bill this morning.

the funeral bells of woe. Plant lilni 'neath the mold Just another victim of

A little spring cold!

Natural Supposition.

"I suppose the pictures made for Illustration in papers and magazines are always reduced in price." "Why do you suppose that?" "Because the prices are naturally cut rates."

Not In a Hurry.

The Lady—I thought you said you were looking for work. don't want la get it right now. I'm a

The Hobo—Well, 1 am, mum. But I detective, yar see, an' I'm Jest after clews today.

"He proposed to her on a rainy night." •Did the gentle patter of the rain on the roof make him sentimental?" "No. I suspect that was Just a scheme of hiB to borrow an umbrella."

Tit for Tat.

"Why was Muggles so angry with his wife?" "Because she took the money to pay for her new harem skirt that he intended to use for his Turkish cigarettes."

Miss MSS. Always Comes Back. "1 suppose you are writing for posterity?" "No, I seem to be writing merely for the purposo of Increasing the postal revenuos."

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REAL DISAPPOINTMENT.

A prominent business man In a western state found it necessary on one occasion to defeat a bill pending In the legislature. He went to a lobbyist and told him to beat the bill and prevent its becoming a law at any price. The lobbyist carried out the instructions and the pleasure did not go on the statute books. "I'm sorry I had to resort to such a thing as bribery," said the capitalist to the lobbyist, "but If that bill had passed it would have ruined my entire business." "Gee-whiz!" exclaimed the lobbyist in sorrow. "If I had known it meant that much to you I would have gotten more money out of you."—Popular Magaalne

EASY MONEY.

The Doctor's Wife—I thought you said you didn't think it would-be necessary to operate on Mr. Blllyuns

"That flllH 1110 bill, was heard For tlia first time as a term VtHhen one morn tlie early bird

Had caught the early worm.

appendicitis, and you're going to remove hls appendix in the morning? The Doctor—I know, but I decided that I needed a new horse and buggy.

How It Originated.

"How much of the business of the world nowadays Is done by telephoning and telegraphing! We do everything by wire." "Yes, and there is one trade where they even use It for sending their goods!" "What do you mean?" "Don't florists wire their floweret**

Cause for Rejoicing.

"I wonder why we always feel morn cheerful when the early spring draws inear." "I don't know," replied Mr. Slrius Barker, "unless it's because by that time our holiday cigars are all smoked and our Christmas neckties are worn out."

Up to Him.

Newedd (showing house)—This la the place we're to live in. My father in-law furnished it.

Friend—Furnished it? Why, I dont see so much as a kitchen chair. Newedd—You don't understand. He furnished the house, but he expects me to furnish the furniture.

He Couldn't Help It.

Ohaplaln Horton of the senate tells of a friend who asked a bootblack what occupation his father followed. "He is a farmer," was the reply. "Oh, your father believes in making hay while the son shines!" commented the patron.

A Natural Mistake.

"How did that pig dealer come to be admitted to a society of authors?" "He deceived them, although they could not accuse them of falsifying." "How so?" "Told them he made his living with his pen."

AT THE BAR.

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Binks—I heard Soaker is a hard drinker. Jinks—That's a mistake. I never saw a man drink easier in my life.

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary. How does your garden grow?" "X can't tell you, because—oh, well—

A chicken swallowed It, you know.1

After Dinner a,t the Zoo.

"Mr. ..Qrane appears to be somewhat hoarse." "Yes. he has a frea in his throat."

Adventures on a Street Car I

"Mildred, I've met him!" Marjory rushed into her slater's house. "Who is 'him?'" asked Mrs. Morse. "My fate! The grandest on earth. I don't know when I've seen any one half so splendid." "But it's only two weeks ago, dear, that you were raving about Jim Ponsonby." "Don't mention his' name In the same breath—James Ponsonby is a silk sock, high oollar, society dandy, while this one is a real man. "He's quite poor, I judge, that is so far as money goes, but Browning, or Roosevelt, or John Burns or some one else, I forget who said, *A man is a man for 'a that,' and our minister is always preaching that money doesn't oount. Such shoulders, Mildred, and those big, honest eyes!" "Lovtly, indeed! But where did you meet this paragon?" Marjory's sister w*3 becoming interested. "That's the funmy part of it," said Marjory, pulling off her gloves. "It must have been fate that threw us together. "You see," she continued, "Dorothy"s Sunday school class had colleoted 369 pennies for my poor chit dren in the settlement. A week ago I stepped into the street car. I held the money box In my hand to take to toy class. I don't know how, but the elastic band around the box snapped! the cover fell off, and 369 cents rolled over every inoh of that street car. It's nothing to laugh at Imagine my embarrassment. As a unit the passengers jumped to their feet to assist in the penny search. I alonS remained seated, too daeed to move. "After wliat seemed an eternity, a tall handsome man stepped forward. He Is my hero the man who has changed the complexion of my whole young ^lfe. "Raising his hat, he said, 'Pardon, miss, but I think we've found every oent May I help you count them?' "He had a most refined voice. I nodded. "Stop laughing, Mildred I If you had been there you wouldn't have thought it funny." "Now-, listen to this coincidence and see If fate Isn't getting busy. 1 promlsAi to bring my settlement youngsters some oranges, so yesterday I bought two dozen large ones. Unconscious of impending disaster I stepped into the car. "My oranges were In a strong bag. How It happened is beyond human comprehension, but somehow, the bag broke and twenty-four oranges rolled themselves over every inch of that car. "Think of my horror again, when, looking across the aisle, I gazed into the eyes of tho very man who had collected the pennies for me the week before. My hero! "He recognised me Instantly, and we both laughed, "while everybody else In the car scampered for the rolling oranges. Finally we managed to rewrap the rebellious fruit 'If you will let me carry this for you," said the man,'perhaps no more accidents will occur before we get there.' I told him hlB offer was very kind. It's three blocks from the car to the settlement house. In those three blocks I learned that he is employed by the telephone company. His is not a promising position, I Judge, but as I said before, he is a real man and nothing else matters." "Marjory, you are a goose, but you are a nice goose. Will you never grow up?" "I wonder under what conditions I'll meet my hero next time?" pondered Marjory. "For meet him I must" And she did.

It was a week later. "It's too funny," said Marjory, "there's no use telling you. You won't believe it." "Well, hurry dear. Tell me before y«u explode." "Last night at nine o'clock our maid, Polly, knocked at my door, and Bald, 'Miss Marjory, may I be so bold as to tell you that I'm engaged to be married?' 'Good for you, Polly!' said I. 'So it's settled? I'm very glad.'

'Miss Marjory,' she went on, 'my friend has heard me speak so much of you, would you mind coming into the kitchen a minute to make his acquaintance?' 'Why, I'd love to meet your future husband, Polly,' I said. "So I skipped down to the lower regions and, Mildred Morton Morse, who do you think is Polly's fiance Will wonders never cease? My hero of the pennies and the knight of the broken orange bag. My telephone man! He looked at me. I looked at him. We looked at each other, then we both laughed, while Polly, in surprise, said: "You two must have met before!'"

The Leek or the Daffodil? There are those today who maintain that the Welsh national emblem is not the leek, but the daffodil. Both leek and daffodil are known In the ancient British tongue as "Eenin," and it is held by those who favor the daintier flower that, owing to the similar lty of name, the two became confused, and that Shakespeare's Influence, coupled with the Englishman's delight In making fun of Taffy and his leek, served to perpetuate the error.

Be that as It may, the majority of Welshmen have agreed to wear the leek as "an honorable badge," and neither Saxon banters nor the lndeftnlteness of the historical data will avail to dislodge an ancient and a national custom. •-«^X8i3S2$BemBg»aeKBf'

BELATED HAPPINESS

"Engaged to Martha Tyler? Mra. Ward gasped when her brother announced the interesting news to her. "Why, it's the most absurd thing Is ever heard of."

At this rather unusual form of con-' gratulatlon her brother Leonard laughed. "On the principle that there's no fool like an old fool?" he Inquired. "Well, since we're in for adages, as one might say, I prefer 'It's never too late to mend.' And. joking aside, I'm? surely the luckiest fellow in the world to have the finest and best girl in the world saved for me all thistime. I can hardly believe It's true/'

From that moment his sister always said, he never had a glimmer of intelligence until after the wedding.

The affair had developed with remarkable suddenness while Leonard: was passing the holidays with his sister. Leonard and Martha Tyler had known each other from childhood. 8o there was more than one covert smile and sarcastic comment when, after? going east and remaining for a yeaf Leonard returned and, at the ripe age of forty-five, fell desperately in love with Martha, aged forty.

Leonard came west again a weeK before the wedding—another evv. dence of insanity, his sister said.

The day before the wedding he and Martha disappeared as completely ab If the earth had swallowed them up. It was ten o'clock that morning b4» fore Mrs. Ward realized that her: brother had left the house without informing anybody as to his intentions. She called up Martha's Bister, with whom Martha had made her homd, and asked if Leonard were there. Thi two had gone out together some tlm4-f before. "Didn't they say anything abonfcfe getting a license?" inquired Ward.

Martha's sister was sure that nothing of the sort had been said in her presence. Mrs. Ward hung up th«" telephone receiver and then gave he* v. s|, self up to the hopeless process of try-

ing to convince herself that Jamw """/f.1 couldn't have been such an Idiot a*/,*,?. to forget the marriage license.

At eleven o'clock that night Leon- vva}is ard wandered In, happy and without the license. To do him Justice, he was quite as much disturbed as the .'.K'NfSa most exacting sister could have wished when he was told that there would be barely time In the morning for them to go down and get it ana return for the ceremony.

He rose bright and early the next morning a fid seemed so alive to the:seriousness of the occasion that hls^j-^vAlSsv' sister allowed him to leave the house: without any misgivings as to what he might do while away. However, ai time passed and he did not return, her serenity deserted her. She fld geted uncomfortably for 15 minutes or so, then called up Martha's home. She was Informed by the maid who answered the telephone that Leonard had Just left the house. A subsequent short interview with Martha's sister revealed the fact that Martha and Leonard only a few moments be. fore, when both their toilets should have been well on the way to com- vpletion, had been found reading poetry in the library. "He certainly is crazy," said Leonard's sister, almost in a tone of awe. "Not a bit more crazy than she is," said Martha's sister. As/

Fifteen minutes after Leonard had returned home and then had dlsappeared Into his own room, with strict Instructions from his sister not to do any more foolish things until after he was married. Mrs. Ward heard a meek voice calling from the hall. "Carrie." the voice was saying, "I wonder if you could help me."

Mrs. Ward went to tne door of her ••••.•--wd room and looked out. In the hall, looking thinner and more forlorn than she had any idea he could look. stood her brother. In one hand he s' held ft small jar about half full of some sort of yellowish, greasy concoction. in the other an uncomfortable looking towel. With the towel he nosv and then gave futile dabs at '-•M-f.t his face, down which was sliding in slippery streams the other half of the contents of the Jar, mingled with slippery brooklets of soapy water. "What is it?" ho asked, forlornly. "I thought it—It was a shampoo, but It seems so queer."

Mrs. Ward snatched the jar out of his hand. "Why, you great Idiot." she said, with more force than politeness. "it's goosegrease! It's appropriate enough. I'm sure." '1

For a minute she gave herself up to the joy of contemplating him. Then she took him firmly by the arm and led him back to the bathroom, where she soaped him and stood him on his -rss head in the washbowl and rinsed him and then began the process all over again. Within half an hour of the timo set for the wedding she pronounced him sufficiently cleaned.

Some time later, just after embracing the bridegroom, who looked ••'•"•*£5 so rare that he might have been called raw, Mrs. Ward turned to the bride. 5^ "Martha," she said, "I've always thought that I'd hate to give Leonard up to anybody, but after this last week I've changed my mind. I have enough natural affection left to hope that you'll be kind to him, but, even If I knew you'd beat him, I'd be glad to turn him over to you. You're more than welcome to him."