THE OMAHA DAILY B"EE: "WEDNESDAY, 2tOV EMBER 27. 1901.
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"D'ye mean to say, Pave, that you've
trusted that girl with the telegraph
cipher?"
"Vei, and with a good deal more, Includ
ing the affaire of my clients."
The absolute evenness and calmness of
David Oraham'e tone should have named
his Impetuoua brother, hut the latter
plunged blindly on.
"Never knew a woman that could keep
her mouth ahutl"
"Then you'll meet one now Mlsg Matt
land I"
The click of the typewriter In the Inner
office moved on aa smoothly an If the opera
tor' cheeka were not aflame, nor. her eyea
flashing, fly the time aho appeared In the
doorway In response to tho third summons
the danger signals had aubalded.
"Mlaa Maltland, my brother John."
Young Orabnm acknowledged the Intro
ductlon aa beat he could under the quiet
scrutiny of Helen Maltland'a elcar, gray
eyea and allpped away with nn air of evi
dent, relief.
"She looka you square In the eye, which
It more than most women do," he mur
mured ungallantly as he hurried toward the
elevator.
No name adorned the ground glass door
of David Graham's office, situated at the end
of a dark corridor In the towering office
building. Those who had need of his serv
ices knew where to And him. As for the
rest of the world the less It knew of his
movements the better ho wna suited. Kor
Graham was a successful prlvnte detective,
quiet, unostentatious, Inscrutable, and he
looked for his clients In tbo very hub of the
financial world Wall street.
That Is how he happened to get the Wor
rell case. All the Manhattan security nnd
Investment company Incorporation asked of
Graham was the return of the money and
bonds with which young Worrell had ab
sconded. They had no Intention of prose
cutlng the son of the Institution's founder
The one horror which tho situation held for
the company wan publicity. The fact that
o solid, so conservattvo a firm had been
wantonly, flagrantly fleeced was to be sup
pressed at any cost, evon that of tho hy
potbecated funds.
Helen Maltland knew all this and more
the names and numbers of the stolen bonds,
the color of the young man's eyes nod hair
and the number In his watch. She had In
numerable epectmena of his handwriting In
porsonal notes and business letters, a half
iloxen of his photographs and a picture of
the woman In the case, a stago beauty who
stood In the front row of a Broadway
choru.
Graham was annoyed by the slowness of
his progress In the case No trace of Wor
rell had he found abroad or In Canada, and
the tact that tho stage beauty still haunted
Broadway Inollned tho detectlvo to tho be
lief that the absconding cashier was
shrewdly hiding In Now York, pending the
subsiding of interest In the case. Hence
he had called In his brother, formerly with
the city detective bureau, to follow the
scent through the most promising quarters,
the metropolitan lodging houses.
Before his brother was fairly out of the
building Graham, In his terse, business-like
fashion, had gone, over tho ground with
Helen. The gray-eyed stenographer gave a
sigh of relief.
"I am glad to hear that Mr. Graham will
be with you for a while, for I I"
David Graham compressed hla Hps sud
denly. She waa about to tender her rcslg
nation. Well, trifling matter llkn Increased
salary should not stand between them.
"Yes!" he said, encouragingly.
"Why, you aee, Mr. Graham, we've been
so busy, and and, well, perhaps you have
forgotten the fact, but 1'vo hod no vacation
this year."
No, Graham had not forgotten tho fact
All summer long ho had postponed offering
her the vacation because and now ho woke
, suddenly to the selfishness of his attltud
lie could not endure the thought of the office
without her presence. Week after week ho
had salved his conscience with tho belief
that he bad never put In such a busy sum
mer. He had no Intention, however, of tell
Int Helen all this. She was far too val
uable an employe to bo frightened oway by
any expression of sentimental nonsense,
Better to have her near In the role of ste
aographer than not nt all.
"That Is so. Miss Maltland, and let's sec
this la November 10. IUther late to turn
summer girl, eh! Shall you go to Sara
toea or Long Drench?"
Helen smiled at this unexpected pleas
tntry. He was always so grave, so absorbed
In the complications of his clients.
"Neither. Mr. Graham, ou see we are
New Knglanders, and my mother still occu
plea the email homestead at Demon Harbor.
We've never been separated on mannsgiv
tng day. and I'd like to spend my two weeks
with her and brother Jim."
"Certainly, I'm a New Englander myself
and know Just how you feel, though there
Is no mother nor old homestead to ontlce
me away from New York this year. Just
remind me Saturday to make out your
check for the vacation salary, and I hope
you'll have a pleasant time."
Then Helen went back to her typewriter
and Graham apparently reeumed his rogl
tattons on the Worrell cafe. At least he
sat with his hands thrust deeply Into his
pockets and his brows knotted Inlo a frown.
"Mother dear, however do you stand It
asked Helen, as she etood at the small
caned window of her mother's cottage and
watched the night fog settle down on the
Jagged coast rocks. She pictured Broad
way at the same hour, the crush of people
homeward bound, the brilliant .windows, the
cleamtna electric signs. And here were th?
bleakness and blackness of nlgbt, all unre
lieved.
"Btand what?" asknd her mother, placidly
trimming the lamp. "I hope one year In
New York hasn't made you hate your olit
some,"
"Hate, It! Never! I was only thinking
of you and how lonely It mukt be for you
when I am gone... I do wish you'd let mo
take a little flat, and"
"Nonsense, child. I'd never he happ
away from the sea Now there's Mr. Wat-'
ner. he's been stopping six weoks with God
Harper's folks. He came down hero Just
to get away from the bustle and excitement
of New York snys he ran t wine there.'
"Write what!" queried Helen, still star
ing out Into the gathered globm.
"A book society navel. He say Nciv
York life scatters his Ideas."
"IHs of other reoplo write books and
good ones In New iorK, said ijeien,
bit sharply. "I hope you did not tell him
I w'a stenographer. He'll be sure to of
fer me work and I want to rest every min
ute I'm here."
"I never told him anythlug, but I reckon
he'll be over to see you soon. Somehow, tu
plte of all his talk about wanting quiet aud
exclusion, I believe he's plumb homesick
for New York. He's been counting big on
your coming and has been over every night
lstel,"
Almost on the heels of thin remark there
rsroe a knock on the door, and Mrs. Malt
land admitted a tall, square-shouldered
young fellow, whose face, where. It nas not
hidden by a woll-t rimmed beard, showed a
newly acquired tan.
Helen was at first Inclined to resent the
presence of a stranoer on this her first
evening at home, but the feeling gradually
wore away. Glenn Warner was so thor
oughly at ease In the dim, simply furnished
front room, so dcbonnalr In his conversation
profeislon Graham was Mio sort of a man
who would love a woman for years without
telling her so, nnd then wonder why she
did not understand. Was not the fact that
she wnH the obje. r of conitant attention,
that ho always shown! a desire to have
her with him suniclcnt evidence of his feel
ing? It would be hard for him to realise
that women Insist upon word of mouth a
constant reiteration of old, old story.
Helen came out of her reveries with a
start. Jimmy had thrust n note Into her
like the Puritan mothers of old, closing the
doors upon you or whether she would open
her arms and heart to you?"
"Close the doors on Thanksgiving day"
No. nor tin any other day Mothers the
right kind of motheis aro always ready to
forgive, and give us a chance to try It over.
That Is a woman's right and privilege to
forgive, and make tho world better for her
torglvenesi."
Helen spoke In a low, earnest voice. She
had forgotten everything save the knowi-
that Helen fell to comparing him, and to ' hn'' aml ,VH8 ceding away with old Tlgc edge that had rome to her through those two
'at his heels. Such mornings are rare hi
1 brusque New Kngland and not to be wasted.
Mrs. Maltland waa peering Into the oven
l and did not notice Helen's face as she left
the kitchen.
nia great advantage, with the young men
whom she had occasionally met In the dun
colored parlor at her Harlem boarding
house. Yes, unquestionably this was a New
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had seen occasionally at theater or drlvlnr. snaPn,( the door, dropped weakly on the The words slipped
n the lmrk. hut nv.r h.fnr. . .,.h . " "" reau mo noio:
lnterwocn letters
"I wonder If my mother would look at It
that way."
"I think so. If she's like her son. Why
Once within her room, Helen don't you try?"
out unconsciously.
I Warner started nnd gazed nt her uneasily
"My Dear MUs Maltland This day Is a I at first, then quietly, almost yearningly.
gem. Are you good for u illmb to the I'olnt? j She sat with her hands loosely clasped
Or aro you Immersed In Thanksgiving ; about her knees, her clear gray eyes sweep
preparations? llcttfr come out. You can ( Ing tho distant horl7on.
feed In New York, and you enn't enjoy sea
air like this, I'll drop around In hilf an
hour, faithfully, 0. W."
There was nothing startling In the simple
wording, yet Helen eat like one fascinated,
studying every word, every curve of the
W." The Interlacing of those letters was
unmistakable. In Graham's safe lay two
"Oh, I've been such a fool such a selfish
nss there's no chance for me," he answered
bitterly.
"There Is always the chance If we make
It," raid Helen quietly, but with an odd
quaver In her voice. "The trouble Is that
we always wait for some one else to offer
tho chance to make It for us."
Warner waa silent, Ills glance followed
range.
Young Warner or was he young? Ills
beard and eyes wore the thumb marks of
time, hut his voice was blithe, almost boy
ish. Ho steered the conversation modestly
and. skillfully away from his book. He had
been a mere dilettante In eolleee. hut this'
wna to be something serious. He would
certainly send them an autoaranhed coi
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she w i .Th i? f whether or not , ,B a Thprc nn mXaiM (no ,m. HfPme(l t0 be MM, R jnnw(,r of ,fl(aom,
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By tho next night she had decided In the rrnllirn .lnn,t mil In her tnln.l unlit tm ' nrh n fnln aa llatonlmr In II h,i T nll
affirmative. Sho found that the Interests of i ,,i ct rinrfrtpf rrtnrnH lint Inn nt tlm nVi At n. 1 I'm vnt t tl -a I vmi a irs s in IlAtiunn tfarrinn
Henaoti Harbor wore no loncer lir Inter emnha ntfin In rtrnhnni's ha f p. Anrl thin i for Thnnfcairli'tnr rltit."
was Oroer Worrell, not Glenn Warner. What wat. pasting In his mind Helen
The book he was writing? A ruse to throw I could only guess. Hut that the demon rf
detectives off his track. Ho was almply remorse had entered his heart she knew,
waiting for Interest in his case to lag -then Tho plea of the, prodigal son was on his lips
ICuropo and that woman! She remembered ( nnd she the sunlight danced on the waves
quite well that Graham had outlined that, nnd on a boat that rode tho water gaily. It
very theory, temporary concealment close was Jimmy coming back from Benson Har
to Now York. : bor. the message was speeding toward
Ten minutes later Helen came down New York,
stairs nnd called for Jimmy, in her hand' For a few moments Helen, silently watch-
cats. At 9 a. m. there had come to her an
Intense yearning for the dull office nt the
end of the corridor. At 10 she pictured
Graham slowly, perhaps Irritably, Inditing
hla own correspondence, for he had declared
he would have no substitute. At 12 she
saw the elevator shooting up to the lunch
room on tho top floor. At 4 the Janltot's
assistant would enter the offtcfc and hc
wondered anxiously If Graham would look
1 ' "
HE SAID, IHTTKMY.
Up every scrap of paper. Sho find looked
after these details. Hcr's was a tempera
ment which found Its greatest happiness
In tho knowledge that she was essential to
someone. And Graham, In scores of ways,
had shown his dependence upon her, his
faith In her. Tiy 6 o'clock she had lost her
appetite, nnd the sullen roar of the surf sot
her wild for tho shriek and rumble of the
elevated road. When Warner arrived there
wa.s genuine welcome In her eyes,
And Warner? Well, he blessed the pros
pect of the next two weeks and returned to
his old game of love-making with the 7.est
of ono who had been deprived of tho lighter
and most enjoyable privileges of life. Not
that Ilcnson Harbor could boast of no
pretty girls, but they had proved shy, or'
silly, or lnappreclatlve, or engaged, And
Helen was none of these. She carried her
gowns, too, almost as well as did the women
In his own set'; yes, almost as well as he
frowned suddenly, then laughed with Helen,
and forgot.
The friendship progressed as It can only
between two young people shut In by beet
ling crags and sullen waves. On sunny
mornings they rowed ncross the Inlet to the
Dostoffice. In the afternoon thoy went for
m no- wnlU Helen smart and trig in her
rainy-day suit and crimson tam-o'shantcr,
which matched tho color of Warners gay
sweater. And dimmer ana weawer Decanie
Helen's anxiety about the condition of af
faire In Graham's office.
Bhe was a healthy, spontaneous creature
and the sudden liberation from office rou
tine was followed by o reaction. The Joy
of her Puritan ancestora seemed to run riot
In her veins. She waa free free to climb
the rocks, to eend her host flashing across
the Inlef. to fill her lungs with great drafts
of sea air and she was glad Just to be
alive. Tho old love for the Bea and tbo
rock-locked town filled her heart nnd sb
no longer pined for tho brilliant Illumina
tions of Uroadwoy and the Insistent clatter
of the elevated trains.
It was the day before Thanksgiving, and
she stood in the cozy kitchen, where the
sun poured lu through windows on three
sides. An asthmatic bird, the old house
hold pet, chirped feouly amidst a nest of
blooming geraniums In the south window,
and the air was charged with savory odors.
"It don't seem like Thanksgiving day
was tomorrow," complained Mrs. Maltland,
crimping the edges of her third pumpkin
pie. "There isn't a sign of storm nor snow,
It's most like Indian .umnicr."
"And It seems selfish to make up nil these
gocdles for you and Jimmy and me,"
laughed Helen, sniffing tho kplcy air with
undisguised pleasure.
"Well, you're tho prodigal daughter, and
we've got to kill the fatted calf If it's
nothing but a gobbler," lnugher her mother.
"1 did write to Otis and bis wUe. but they're
going over to the Demmlngses' this yesr,
and there ain't none of our relatives near,"
"I wasn't thinking of relatives" mur
mured Helen, gazing acrors the rocks and
sand to where the Inlet danced and tpark
led In the uuusual mellow light. Hut she
did not add that sho was thinking of Gra
ham and the tone In which he had said:
"There Is no mother nor homestead to en
tice me awny from New York this year."
Perhaps he would really have eujoyed com
ing, but sho had not thought to ask him.
She pvflled herrclf together sharply. What
nonsense! As if he would come all the way
to Tlenson Harbor to take Thanksgiving
dinner with his stenographer' In truth,
Graham was not the stuff of which maiden's
dreams are made, He wrn. irritnme ncca
slooally, blunt often, but appreciative al
ways. His soft brown hair cropped heavily
above bis ears, but the forepart of hie well
moulded head was quite bald. Ingenious
blue eyes, a stubby brown mustache that
had sarcastic Hps, and hrtght pink spots
on either cheek ga- him an artlef ap
pearance quite out of kecptug with his
was a slip of paper.
"Jimmy, dear, I want you to row right
over to the Hnrbor nnd send this by wire."
She pressed a J2 bill Into his hand.
Jimmy started curiously at the message.
The address, "David Graham, room 171
1 ng tho oncoming boat, fought out her fight.
I Should she tell him the contents of that
message? Should she give him the chance
to escape that night? Ih the morning on
Thanksgiving day Graham would come.
What steps would the detective take? Once
on their way down, when Warner was help
ing her over a rough place In the rocks, she
almost clasped his hand and told him the
truth. Then, ns from the distance, came
the mu mu r of voices lu Graham's office.
i What was he saying?
"I'd trust her with more than that, the
affairs of ray clients."
Kdlson Hldg New York," wns all he could ( Sho closed her eyes suddenly,
understand.
' Ciee, Nell, this don't make sense."
"Never mind, Jimmy; it will make sense
to tho man who gets It, nnd I want It sen'
Just that way. You can keep every cent of
the change."
Jubilant Jimmy rowed off toward the Har
bor, and Helen went round Indian I'olnt
with Warner. Ho nnlcd her evident de
spondency. It seemed n.s If the sunlight
had been suddenly drenched nnd tho air
turned cold. Once perched on the rocks ho
tried to resume his old bantering tone.
"Is your mother preparing a feast In tho
prodigal daughter's honor?"
"Sho cdllcd me that, too," nn!d Helen,
musingly.
Sudden silence fell between them. It was
Warner who finally spoke, but his voice had
lost tho careless ring.
"Thanksgvlng day Is the time for nil
prodlgnU to put In appearance, Isn't it? I
wonder If you had come home, not as you
are now, strong, self-reliant, clear-eyed and
honest, but burdened with mistakes and
sins, whether your mother would have been
She felt
terribly faint, and Warner almost carrl?d
her down to tho sloping sands, where eh
threw aside the thoughts which crowded
upon her llko n thick fog. With forced
gayety she roused herself and chatted volu
bly until they reached her mother's cottage.
Mrs. Maltland met them In the door. Her
baking had turned out marvelously well
She was at peace with the world, and bos'
pltallty Incarnate.
"Won't you come over to dinner tomor
row, Mr. Warner? I think Ged Harper's
folk can spare you. and four looks better
round my table than three."
Warner bowed courteously over the out
stretched, work-worn hand.
"You are very kind. Mrs. Maltland.
shall come with pleasure. Then he turned
to Helen. Again sho had turned pale and
her lips moved stiffly.
"We'd be very glad to see you tomorrow
Mr. Warner.
Tomorrow and In the, morning Graham
would be here! Who or what would he
bring with him? Only once had Helen
Maltland seen handcuffs, hut now the Iron
bracelets In hbUotiA guise appeared before
her aching eye.
'Wake up. Helen' It's a real Thanks
giving morning' The weather changed in
the night and the ground Is covered with
sno"."
Helen tried lo smile Into her mother's
cheerful face. It had been a bad night for
her, and now In two hours Oraham would
he at Ged Harper's!
The moments fairly fiew for Mrs. Malt
land. on hospitality and good cheer Intent.
There were geraniums to pick for the ta
ble, the old-fashioned silver to be given a
final polishing, and never did a turkey re-
mitre nnrli InrM.nnl hnstlne. Helen ' 1
to be of some assistance, but her 1,
trembled when she cut the flowers and
twice she spilled the succulent Juice when
she basted the turkey.
Ten o'clock! Oraham must he at Ged
Harper's! Half-past! There came a knock
at the door, but Helen dared not move. Her
mother bustled back to the kitchen, a put
sled look on her face.
"Lawztc. Helen," she whispered, clcslng
the deor carefully, "It's the man you work
tot Mr. Grnbam and he's got a valise. I
wondor If he's
Dut Helen was out of hearing. At the
front room door she paused to gain time--and
courage.
Oraham stood with his back to her. star
ing Intently at s letter In his hand. He
turned abruptty.
"Well, he's gone!"
"Gone!" Helen echoed the word blankly.
What had she said or done to roue War
ner's suspicions?
"Left on the 10UT train last night." con
tinued Graham's blunt, unwavering tones.
"This bag and letter he ordered Mr. Harper
to send to you."
Mechanically Ileleo tcok the letter and
Cent to opsn the bug. Hut her thought wns
of Graham. Was he mentally accusing her
of duplicity? She gave a sudden gasp. The
bag waa filled with papers. Graham knelt
beside her, a light of triumph Illuminating
his stern face. She tore open tho letter,
read It hastllv and then with a great sob
dropped her face on her clasped hands.
Graham watchtd her In silence: then the
veins on his throat and wrists stood out
like great cords and an angry light shone
in hla ejes.
What had Worrell done added to his
other crimes the unforgivable sin of break
ing this girl's heart? And the man who
would have protected her, had ho dared to
ask the right, stood tensely watching the
sob-shaken figure before blm.
"Miss MAltland "
She raised her head and at the great Joy
in her face Graham fell a load fall from
his heart.
Read it." she raid almply, and handed
him the crumpled tetter.
"My Dear Friend 1 told you yesterday
I would not bore you with the story or my
life. To tell you the truth I lacked the
courage to tell It. Hut If you will take this
grip to the Manhattan Security and Invest
ment company, Incorporated, and turn it
ver to Mr. Forbes, the president, lie win
doubtless give you all the Information ob
tainable regarding my Iniquities. 1 am
trusting you with this because I know 1
can. and with something more. I want you
to see my mother and tell her what pnsoed
between us yesterday on tho point. Ah tot
myself, I'm going after that chance. Whern
never mind. You II hear from me in lime
when I've something decent to write.
I've known for months I was a fool, but It
needed Just you to show me the way out.
I hope the knowledge that you've done m-
sood turn will add zest to your Thanks
giving dinner and that your mother won't
think me unpardonably rude to tniw ureaK
our engagement.
"Yours faithfully and gratefully.
"Gnovmi wonrtKM."
The moist sheet fluttered from Graham's
hand to the floor and he grasped roughly
the curved back of Mrs. MaKland's ances
tral chair.
"Helen!"
The girl raised her beautiful gray eyes
to his In wonder at tne tone.
"Helen, you don't care?"
A puzzled look came Into her face.
"Don't carewhat?"
"That he has aone?" There was a world
of entreaty In his voice. Her eyes fell.
No." A mighty wave of Joy thrilled her
and a spirit of mischief rang In her next
words. "Not If you'll have Thanksgiving
dinner with us. We have places for four,
you know."
Then Graham forgot the Worrell case, tne
property of the Manhattan Investment com
pany scattered at his feet, tne raci tnai
he had never told Helen of his love. He
simply held oul his arms and she under
stood.
BAD DREAMS.
Where Do They Come rrom ?
A great dfnl of philosophizing has been
done In the endeavor to determine the
cause of dreams. At the best the question
Is left innettlrd, the materialist who re
lates nil dreams to physical causes seemlnv
to have a shado the better of the aigununt.
It Is, however, certain that womanly Intui
tion and motherly experience furnish a
solution of the common cause of bnd
dreams, which appeals at once to practical bcr.fllt" as the best rrsult of their treat-
good sense. When little Willie wakes mcn,t- tho use of "several widely advertised
shrieking In the nlghi and has been quieted patent medicines" with no result but
and comforted, his mother remarks to her "temporary relief while using;" and all
husband: '1 wonder what Willie could this at an exponse of time, meney and suf
have eaten lo have made him have silch ferlng. Then he "tried Dr. Tierce's midl
frightful dreams." She puts her finger nt clnes and In two months' time wns feeling
once right on the III used stomach as the better than for years before." There are
Immediate cause of the nocturnal d s'urb- thousands of similar cures on record. They
nece. She has rlsbt on her side A d s all point to the same fact. The prompt us
oidered ttiomnch tan disturb the whole of I'r Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery
saves health, time nnd
1 then tried Dr Pierces medicines, uilng
his 'Golden Medical Discovers. 'Favorite
Prescription' nnd the Tleannt I'elleis.'
nnd In two months time I was feeling bt
ler than 1 had for years before I can
truthfully say Dr. Pierre's medlrlnts did
me n'ore good than any I had ever taken '
I.ICSMON TO HERD.
If there Is one thing more than another
tr.ught by Mr. t'openhaver's experlencs it
Is that It Is n waste of time, money and
health to delay the use of Dr. Tierce's
Golden Medical Discovery when the atom
nch Is diseased, whether or not other
organs' nre Involved. Here Is n record of
treatment hy three physician, with "Utile
money. The reson why
other treatments do not
produce lasting benefit, and
other widely advertised
medicines give only tem
porary relief while they are
being used, Is because they
are only palliatives. They
relieve diseaso ns opium re
lleves pain while It Is being
used. Dr Pierce's Oolden
Medical Discovery cures
dlsrnsc perfectly nnd per
manently, herause It gee.
to the root. It does not
deal with effects but rnuse
It cures diseases of the
stomach and other organs
of digestion and nutrition
and Increases the supply of
pure, rich blood, which Is
Ibe life und health of the
He l made io on tho races
She How?
He 1 didn't go.
'esterday
in rim o vriM oi .
Treasurer How did that monologultt do?
Manager He's a creat chaser.
Treasurer You don't say.
Manager Yes It took him thrco minutes loclear his throat and ultie minutes to
clear the theater.
"l'l.AYKD-OL'T" l'UOPl.B
body, set the heart galloping, check the' body,
nroner activity of the liver, make tho
Idood foul, start the nerves lo throbbing hrv usually worked-out people They are
and the head to aching. AlnioM every
body at some time or another experiences
this physical disturbance ns n result of
a disordered stomacii. nut t lie great evu
worn-cut became they are using up more
energy than they can store up every day
Human energy comes from food. Food Is
tho fuel of the body, and Its hent U con-
comes when temporary dlscrder g'.ves pine verted Into motion. When the tire under
to permanent disease of the stomach. Then ihe steam engine dies down from want of
come the disquieting dny dreams of lhe fuel the power gives out. tho engine slews
dyspeptic, who sees enemies In his friends
nnd foes In his own household.
A WISH WATCH WOU 11.
Take care of the stomach nnd the hidy
will take care of Itself. Is the wetchword
of health. True, not all diseases re.ich the
body through the stomach, but In so many
cabcs dispones of other argent may n
traced directly to the diseased stomach
that It Is surely true that, the man with a
sound stomech has the best chance of pre
serving sound health. It Is bernus ll
cures diseases of Ihe stomach and other
organs of digestion and nutrition fhnl Dr.
Pierce's Oolden Medical DIsrnvery rcstorei
n many broken-down people to sound
physical henlth.
.Mr. O. S. t'npt nhnver. of Mount 1'nloii,
Huntington Co,. Pa., lllox 222). writes
"About twelve years ni;ci I wns suddenly
taken with a pain In the pit of the stomach,
which was so violent I could not n k
strnlght. It would grow more severe until
it caused waterbraoh and vomiting of a
slimy yellow water. I consulted a physi
cian and he told me I had n form of dys
pfpsln nnd treated me for about six months
down nnd ultimately stops. When the food-
fuel of the englno of the body Is reduced
Ihe power gives oul. and In time the body
s:ops activity, became It Is starved nut
If there be abundant fuel In the lire-box of
the Kteam engine without proper combus
tion, there Is a loss of power Just the same.
And that's the wny It Is with the man.
He may hnvo ahundant food, but If It Is
not properly digested and assimilated, and
so converted Into blood, the power gives
out, the strength falls. Food digested and
assimilated furnishes the power that runs
the heart, the lung. the liver, the kidneys
every orenn of the body. When the food
Is not digested and Hsslmllated, then there
Is a reduction of physical power fell by
every organ of the body, nnd the resu't Is
"weak" heart, "weak" lungs, sluggish
liver, "weak" kidneys, etc, Yly enshllnt:
the perfect digestion and assimilation of the
food eatrn. Dr. Pierce's Golden Med'cil
Discovery enables the building up of the
whole body Into n condition of strength
anil sound physical health.
Sick people, especially those suffering
from chronic dlsense, nre Invited ro con-
with but Utile benefit. I still kept getting suit Dr. Pierce, by letter, free, nnd so
so weak I could scarcely walk. I then
tried another physlclnn and he told tne my
liver was out of order nnd thnt I had Indi
gestion. Ho gave mc n trentmcut and I got
some better, but only for a.nhor) lime.
1 then tried another one who said I had
chronic Indigestion, ulceration of the lining
of tho stomach, torpid liver nnd kidney af
fection. He treated me for more than a
year, and I felt better but It did nol last.
I then look to using several widely adver
tised patent medicines, but rocelvcd no
more .than temporary relief while using.
obtain, without charge, the opinion of a
sperinllst on their ailments
spondencc strictly confidential,
R. V. Pierce, nuffalo, N. Y.
SF.NT FftKK.
Dr. Pierce's 'common Sense
vlser, containing more than
large pagen. and over TOO Illustrations, Is
sent, free on receipt of stamps to pay ex
pense of mailing only. Send 21 on-C"nt.
stamps for tho book In paper covers, or .11
stamps for the cloth-hound volume. Ad
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Medical Ad
a tbouand
Mrs. Maltland had Just brought In the
turkey and was holding the caning knife
aloft with a contemplative air. when she
remarked with startling abruptness:
"Well, if this hasn't been the queerest
Thanksgiving day I ever put In. ho d
over thought of your coming ali the way
from New York to eat a real Rhode Island
turkey? I declare, it's a wonder this whole
dinner ain't burnt to a cinder."
"It has been a surprising series of
events," answered Graham, witn almost
boyish enthusiasm. "All day yesterday I
was dreading that Thanksgiving dinner at
a cafe. It Just goes to show that some
times one cannot tell what he has to be
grateful for until almost time to carve the
turkey. And then blessings come thick and
fast. Allow me, Mrs. Maltland, as your fu
ture son-in-law, to relieve yon of that
task."
.Old Mrs. Maltland weakly relinquished
the carver, murmuring faintly, "Well, Helen
Maltland, this does beat all. ,ou might
have told me."
"How could I mother, dear, when I dldn t
know It myself?"
For Hoarseness.
Benjamin Ingerson of Huttoa, Ind., says
he had not spoken a word above a whisper
for months and one bottle of Foley's
Honey and Tar restored his voice. Be aura,
you get Foley's-
Bl.l'SHK WIIK IT II A INS.
Tre thnt Turns ft Hlch Crimson Dur
ing Moist Weather,
One of the strangest things found In the
morasses of Florida Is the blushing tree.
It Is found only In the thickets or these
interminable marshes, whoso luxuriant
vegetation always proves n revelation to
explorers. It Is called the blushing tree
by those who know It because It actually
blushes or turns a pink rolor when rain
folia upon It. It la a graceful tree, with
broad, banana-llko leaves. VVIde-aprcadlng
branches hang down nllghtly waving In the
warm breeie, und It lias emerald-lined
foliage. It rises to a height nf twenty feet
and Its thick, xubstantlal trunk Indicates
many years of existence.
"While watt-hlntr the tree the rain bfgan
to fall in torrents." says n returned swamp
explorer, "after n custom It has In these
parts. As the cool water drenched the tree
I was nmezed to note a changing of Its
color. Gradually but unmistakably the
Kreen hue was giving way to pink. I went
up to Its trunk under Its spreading branches
to obtain o closer look and found It to b
true, and the tree was blushing from the
effect of the rain. In a few minutes the
green had faded from sight, except In a
few half-hidden spots where the rain hail
failed to penetrate." After the shower
had passed over the spectator watched with
equal Interest this remarkable tree tigaln
assume Its familiar green color.
The "Sss lUerlnnd nf Ainrrlrit" noiitr.
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and New York and Philadelphia, Luxurious
trains running on limited time, Route of
the Black Diamond Kxpress.
Stop-over allowed at Niagara Falls on all
through tickets to New York and Tblladel
phla vis this line.
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