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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 19, 1905)
■ II IN THE SHADOW OF SHAME 11 AotHor of ** Tko Di« of I Dfilinf,” "An £*:ol j (oil kn*vo/* Etc* | “I \\ " see your trlend. What’s 2*»s name' “I^orenzo Bartollni.” “Where is he to be found?” “He makes statues in a shop in Kings Cross road; I don’t know the number, but you will easily find It. signor.” Alackworth made further notes. “As for me, l must go now. for at midday t have to be at Kensington In the studio of one of your great art* lets. I pose as 8t. Michael, a spear In one hand, armor on my breast; ah. It will be a picture, every one will talk of it in the next year when I am Been at your academy,” said Pietro as he rose, his face lighted by the pleas ure he felt in the contemplation of his physical gifts. "I will keep you no longer,” replied Mack worth, who was eager to begin his investigations. “And you believe, signor, I had noth ing to do with Mezza?” the model per sisted. ids tine figure raised to its full height, one arm extended In his favor ite attitude. Ids sunny eyes full of in quiry. “Yes. yes,” answered the inspector hurriedly. “He lays too much stress upon that point.” thought Mfokwprth when the Italian had taken his departure. “Then l go away without the anger I fell since the day you fust spoke to me/’ Pietro sal 1 while winding the muffler round his throat. ”1 knew I would prove to you I am an honest man.” A quarter of an hour later and Muck worth had found the shop in the King's Cross road, where terra cotta Venuses and plaster heads of Mercury and easts of hands, and statues of tlower girls were exposed for sale, entering whi< h he asked for Lorenzo Bartollni. when r low-sized, thhk-set man. in his shirt sleeves and w.th his fact, hands and his bead all Covered with white Powder, came from the workshop at trie back to s*e him Lorenzo, whose black, round eyes as sumed a startled expression when his visitor s calling was marie known to him, appeared willing to give whatever information he could; but that was little in itself and conveyed nothing more than what Pietro had already stated. This man had never known Mezza intimately, but had seen 1dm a j few times when he had stayed with Pietro in Hammersmith, and Kol fallen , into that friendly Intercourse which foreigners in a strange town quickly form. He had, therefore, been sur prised when Marco would have passed him without speaking, and thinking it was accidental, Lorenzo had stopped him. But that Mezza had wished to hold no conversation with his acquaintance noon became plain to the latter, who accordingly went his way without learning much of the man he had en countered. The chief impression Lor - enzo (ariied away from this meeting was that Marco was drunk. “You arc sure of that?” said Mack worth. “Well, .he couldn't speak plain enough; it was not that; but his man ner; it was confused.” “Could that be because he had met a countryman whom he wished to avoid?" “But we had never quarrelled.” “He may not wish to have been seen by you." “That may be tr ue.” “Did he mention Pietro’s name?" “No. Pietro did not know he was in London till 1 told him last night.” “They were good friends?” Lorenzo said nothing, but contented himself with nodding Ills head by way of assent; and Mack worth, thinking there was no further information to be obtained from him hastened away In search of the Summers street lodg ing house. “Maria Rosclli Is certain to know aomething of Mezza’s movements,” the Inspector thought. “Taking her lodg ing house as a starting point I am cer - tain to be able to tract* him.” CHAPTER XX. On reaching Maria Roselll’s house, the number of which had been,given «lin by Lorenzo, the Inspector knocked loudly, and then Impatiently waited for an answer. None came, nor did any pound of voice or movements within the dwelling indicate that It was ten anted. He rapped again with like re sult nnd then stepped Into the street to view the dwelling. As he did so the big, narrow door from which the paint had long since faded opened and a woman's figure stood framed iu the portal. Maekworth eagerly observing her, saw she was tall and thin, her years about 60, her regular features wear ing a hard expression, the dark eyes cold and speculative, the fuce lined and wrinkled. A bright colored cotton handkerchief partly covered her Iron gray hafr and was knotted under the prominent chin; a woolen shawl was crossed upon her breast above the short, gray skirts; while her thin brown arms were bare to the elbows, Mhowing swelled veins of a bluish gray cdlor. "Are you Maria Rosolll?” he asked, advancing toward her. “Yes," she replied, returning the ■tare. "Then i want to speak to you.” "You can talk here," she said in ex cellent English. "It Is something I don’t wish to say In the street." She hesitated a moment, then drew aside to let him pass Into the hall, closed the door and ushered him into a barely furnished, uncarpeted room, with a curtained bed, a central table and a few rush-bottomed chairs, all scrupulously clean. She' did not ask him to sit down, nor did she sit, hut stood within the thresh old facing him and waiting for I to begin, a look of Inquiry in her <’ eyes. "Is Marco Mezza In the hot Maekworth begun. “Marco Mezza?" she repeated, \ out surprise being noticeable ii voice or face. "No." “Then where Is he?” "I don’t know," she replied frigidly. "But he has beei here?" “Oh, yes.” "When? ’ "Sometime In September. I don' remember the date.” "I want you to tell me all you knov about him." “Why?” she asked, staring hard a Maekworth. "I am a police officer. He may b concerned In a very serious business you will see why I ask about him." Maekworth saw she expressed neithe astonishment, interest aor anxiety His words left her perfectly Indiffer ent to their Inference. "I know very little of Mezza. H came here some weeks ago, as I hav •aid." “He was a friend of yours?" *T had never seen him before. , Neapolitan living in Paris gave him rny address.” she answered. "How long did he stay with you?" ‘‘Three day's. I would keep him no longer.” ‘‘Why?" asked the inspector anxi ously. 0 "Well, he was nearly always drunk, and then he was ill; his coughing kept my other lodgers awake at night. My house was no place for him." "And so you got rid of him?" "I told him he should go to the hos pital." "And he went?” "He left here for. the hospital hut I don’t know if he ever went there," she answered, the same calm indifference noticeable In her manner. "What hospital?" "The Italian; he spoke little Eng lish.” "And afterwards, did he return to you ?” "No, he knew I would not take him.” "Have you made no inquiries for him?” "No; why should I?” Marla Roselli asked In her hard voice. "I have to mind my own business if I would live; and I have had trouble enough in my l own life without going in search of it among strangers.” "Trouble?” said Mackworth inter rogatively. "Aye. My man died when he was thirty, leaving me three boys. When they grew to be men and able to help me, one married and went to America, one died of fever and the youngest was killed in a tight. Is not that enough trouble for one woman?” she asked, a fierce, hard light shining in her eyes. The portly, prosperous little man standing before her was touched by the pitiful and tragic story contained in a couple of sentences. “Terrible, ter rible!” he muttered, beginning now to understan I the pain and loneliness that had gradually frozen this woman’s na i in.. "But have you heard no more of Mezza?” he Inquired presently. "No more." "And you did not see him again?" "No; I know nothing more about hi in." "Had be any friends to see him while he was here?" "Not one. He slept all day because he was awake coughing at night.. When he went out in ihe evening it vtas to the public house." “Which public house?" "That 1 don't know." "And he returned alone?" "Always." After this the woman moved toward the door, as If to Indicate the inter view' must end. She had neither the cuiloslty nor sympathy to inquire what it was Mezza had done to put the police on his track. The melancholy mem ories of her own troubles filled her mind to the exclusion of all interests and sorrows the outside world might hold. Maekworth, seeing she could give no more Information, became Impatient to reach the Italian hospital, which was knew was situated In (Jueen’s Square, There, no doubt, he would be able to learn where Mezza had gone on being discharged and perhaps to trace di rectly to him the mad deed which, no doubt, his illness and want of oppor tunity had prevented him from cont inuing during the first days of his re turn to England. A high wind was blowing the dead leaves front the trees standing In the enclosed square, which, with Its church and clock tower and spire, Us old fash ioned houses and Us gray stone pump la the center, has something foreign In Its aspect. As Maekworth ascended the steps lending to -the hospital and stood upon the black and white marble pavement w aiting for the door to open, the sound of young, high-pitched voices came to him from a neighboring school. Then the clock struck midday, and Immedi ately afterward a crowd of children scurried out with wild shouts Into the square to enjoy their brief liberty. Maekworth could scarcely hear his volse us he Inquired of the maid servant who opened the door If he could see the house surgeon. "The doctor comes here only in the morning; It Is the Sis.ers of St. Vincent de Haul who superintend the hospital," the girl answered. "Then who can I see who will give me some Information at,mil one of the patients?" "The superioress." "Will you please ask her If she will see me?” Passing through the wide hall of the hospital which had been the dwelling of people when Queen Anne reigned, Mackworth was shown Into a reception room, which, with Its oilcloth floor cov ering, leather seated chairs, center ta ble on which were account books and dictionaries, great bookcase containing leather bound volumesc, pamphlets, medical Instruments and Its copying press in one corner, had a business like appearance which he did hot ex pect to tlnd In an Institution super intended by nuns. As Mackworth walked to the end of the room and looked out on the square through one of the long, narrow win dows. some thought came to him that he was on the point of making a dis covery regarding t'ne man he sought, ltefore he could analyze this Idea the door opened, and the superioress, ? Very Likely. ; She—Who is the scientist that claim baldness is a sign of intellect? Se—Some bald-headed professor, i guess. dressed in a well worn blue serge hab it, a rosary suspended from her waist, her face framed In spotless linen, and on her head a wide white linen head dress like the spread wings of a sea gull, entered and bowed. ''Bqeno giorno, signor,” she said in a pleasant voice. "I am English, madame," the in spector replied. “And so am I." she said smilingly, “but as you came to make Inquiries for a patient I supposed you to be an Italian.” "The patient I came to ask about is not a friend, but a man in whom I am interested-” “What is his name?" she asked in a business-like manner. "Marco Mezza." "I remember him well.” "Pray tell me, madame, everything you know about him.” "He came here suffering from an ad vanced state of pneumonia." "Do you remember the date?” "I can find it for you. I should think he had been sinking for some time; at all events he had greatly ne glected himself, and was in a very bad condition.” "How long did He remain here?” "He lived about twelve days.” "Lived!” the Inspector repeated In astonishment. “Then he Is dead?" “Yes, he is dead." "But tell me, did he leave the hospi tal for a day—for an hour—from the time he came in till he died?" "No; that would have been impos sible. The doctor knew from the mo ment he saw him that Nj^zza was a dy ing man.” "Mackworth’s astonisyient and dis appointment were very great. If Mez za was in the hospital on September 21, then it was not he who murdered David Dumbarton. “What was the date of his death?" "I will bring you the book in which all particulars of our patients are en tered,” the supeiioress said, and she fiuiflHv I p ft thp room. '“Can It be possible that Mezza is innocent?” the inspector himself, un willing to root out the idea which had taken possession of his mind. In a couple of moments the superi oress returned carrying s heavy book, which she placed upon the table. Then rapidly turning over its pages until she found the entry sought, she said: "Ah, here it is. Marcp Mezza, ad mitted the 8th of September; suffer ing from pneumonia accelerated by drink; place of birth, Naples; age 40: profession violinist; address Rue 1’etit Maetre, Paris; date of death, 21st of September; hour, fi p. in. Marco Mezza had died but a few hours before the man whose life he had threatened to take, had been killed. "Did he send for his wife or his friends?” Mackworth asked. "He told us on entering he had no wife or friends in London; that he had come from Paris four days before." "Rut toward the end did he not In quire for them?” "He did not know he was dying, and during ills last three days he was de lerious. W e sent the certificate of death to the Italian consul, who will forward a copy to Mezza’s relatives in Naples If they can be found. He is buried in Kensal Green.”’ There seemed nothing further to be known regarding this unhappy man; he:e was the end for him so far as the world went. Mackworth thanked the superioress for the trouble she had taken and left the hospital in a differ ent mood from that he had felt on en tering; all his plans upset, his spirits depressed. The children having returned to school the square was empty; the wind blew eddies of dust high in air—threat eneing clouds swept across the little patch of sky visible, and the sound of the clock striking the half hour was wafted away into space. But Mack worth noticed none of these things, his mind being dominated by one thought. The man who had killed David Dum barton was still to be discovered. CHAFTER XXI. On a cold and cheerless afternoon In October, with a gray and lowering sky above and a drenched and sombre world around, George Rostock took his way to see Olive Dumbarton. A fierce storm had ra^ed all night, carrying death and destruction over land and sea and though the wind had some what fallen at dawn, the rain had |,on tinued in a steady downpour. Nothing could be more depressing than this dreary day, and from its cheerless beginning the publisher had felt more than usual weighed down by dark fears and bitter regrets, which he found Impossible to combat and conquer. And this feeling increased with the hours that passed, he re solved to call upon Olive Dumbarton, anxious to see her once more, and con fident that the relief and Joy she felt 111 the speedy establishment of her in nocence would assuredly help him froir, the slough of despond in which he was plunged, from the mental gloom that overwhelmed him. Everything on his way conspired tc deject him; the motonous patter ol rain on the glass of the cab, the drip ping people hurrying through a haze of dampness, the mud-splashed, miser able urchins, crying the contents ot evening papers. Moreover, the mo ment wus that most melancholy of all In a most melancholy day, when the last weird gleam of light is Just visible above the darkness of coming night. Getting out of his cab, whose driver, shining in his wet clothes, received his fare In severe silence, George Bostoch rang at the garden gate and then list ened to the slow dying sound of the distant bell and to the heavy drops falling from the tree beneath which h« stood on his open umbrella. As he approached Olive Dumbar ton's home the black and saturated clay of the flower beds, with theii down-trodden plants, the dead and sod den leaves, thick upon the pathway the black, bare boughs of the trees beneath which he walked, and, above all the house whose front bore damp discolored patches, and whose windows were unlighted, added to his heavj sense of depression. He was yet, how ever, to witness that which would de ject him more than all else he had seen that day; soon to hear that whict would stir his soul to its depths. Walking along the broad, softly-car peted corridor leading to the drawlnj room, he glanced toward the entranc-t of the study where the terrible tragedj had taken place; the study with iti lloor still smeared and stained wit! blood, its windows closed and shut tered, its furniture dust covered, iti door locked. Never had he passed 1 since that night which ended Davie Dumbarton's life without feeling i sickness of heart and physical repul slon, but now his aversion and dreat were heightened, and he hurried by ai If he feared something horrible mlgh Issue from its walls and bar his was to the presence of the woman he loved (Continued Next Week.) Tea to Blame, The Family Doctor: In this age o mental tension, high pressure and over strain, tea is felt to be doing much ti overstock our lunatic asylums. Then can be little doubt that tea drinking i a form of intemperance in these dayi a —jl national and female lntoxicatloi second only to that of strong drink, am I in some respects perhaps even mop injurious. HAVE ANIMAL0 A CONSCIENCE? j A Seeming Sense of Shame and Justice Often Noticeable in Domesticated Species. | CAPABLE 6P DEVOTION I — Yiulss on Tramway* Have Even Been j Known to Rebel Agair.st Making More Than Customary Num ber of Daily Trips. And now (hey any animals know right from wrong, and that oven in a puppy's breast is kindled that spar!: of divine i Ore — a conscience. The beasts of the field have eaten , of the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evii. That thev are ca . oable of loving and devoting themselves to those they iqve, and that they offer j models of materrial and conjugal af j fection. has long been admitted, and today they arc credited witn expres sions with some notion, however ob ; scure and imperfect, of good and evil of merit and demerit, of Justice and in justice. There is a familiar anecdote from the naturalist, Romanes, about his dog, which never stole a thing in ids life, save once, and then under these firr-nms! n iicpm • "One day when lie was hungry,’ says his master, "he seized a cutlet from the table and carried under tlie sofa 1 was witness to this fact, but pretended I had seen nothing, and the culprit remained some minutes under i he sofa, divided between the desire to assuage his hunger and the sentiment of duty The latter finally triumphed, and tiie dog deposited at my feet the cutler which he stolen. This done, lie re turned to conceal himself under the sola, whence no appeal could make him emerge. In vain I pa11 “d his head; the : only effect of this caress was to make him turn his face with an air on con trition that was truly comical. "What gives particular value to tills example, concludes Romano, is that the dog in question had tie . er been beater so that it could not have been fear of corporal punishment which actuated him. In him ihere seems to be an ani mal that knows what he owes to tin other. There are also animals which know what is due them. It has often been stated that certain beasts have a precise idea of what can be exacted from them without injury, and that they ask in their own way to be lim ited to their proper obligations. The mules on tramways in New Orleans have to make their trip five times in succession. They go four times without any manifestations of rebellion, but at the end of the fourth round began to bray. To wrong one. to render unto each his own, to receive according to one's deserts, is only the negative of the moral code. Above the duties of justice are those of charity, the formula of which is this: "Do unto others as you would that do unto you." Whether ani mals attain to this stage may be par tially judged by a scene the theater of i which was a large Parisian menagerie. A little blank-and-white dog was thrown Into the cage of a lioness named Constantine. Terrified and trembling in all his limbs, the dog tried td hide in a corner. The lioness slowly rose and approached the poor beast, tvhich uttered a plaintive cry. regard ing her with an appealing look. The lioness tranquilly returned to her re pose without injuring the little dog. At meal time the lioness’ ration of .meat was tossed into thg cage. She left a part for her little companion. Some days later the dog ate his meals with her, and a week later he flung himself on the dinner. When autumn arrived the dog thought It seemly to pass the nights between the lioness’ paws, the climax in a beautiful example of clemency and hospitality. The hero animal can even vanquish his instinct ive pride, pardon his injuries and volun tarily offer reconciliation. GOING WRONG. When Trained Animals of the Cat Tribe Become Murderous. McClure's: No man living knows all about animals, or more than very little thought they knew. That is the reason they are dead. Only those who realize their ignorance and supplement it with untiring watchfulness last long at this queer business I’m in. Sooner or later most animals of the cat tribe become utterly intractable and remain so. "Going bad" is the pro fessional term for this. Rarely do they return to their old amenable ways. Henceforth they are of no use as per formers and are relegated to the ex hibition cages, for any man entering the cage of a lion or tiger that has gone bad is instantly attacked. This is one of the terrors of the trade. Symptoms of the change of heart are apparent enough sometimes, particular ly In animals who are growing old. Occasionally, however, some young beast, formerly as obedient as you could wish, will turn murderous with out cause or warning. If her trainer gets out alive he is lucky. If he ever enters the cage again he's a fool. MANY USES FOR SHEEPSKIN. Extent to Which It is Employed for the Necessities of Life. Shoe Retailer: “Many people use sheepskin without knowing it,” re marked a Salem manufacturer. "The warm, soft, furry rug in which baby is wrapped as winter approaches is of sheepskin, and so are the little pink shoes that are fastened on baby's feet. Very likely the little one's carriage is upholstered with the same stock, too. The boy holds up his first pair of trousers with sheepskin tipped sus penders, and the snakeskin or fancy leather belt that encircles the waist of the girl is only humble sheep in dis guise. "The woman who admires a purse from the skin of ' dear little African monk' is only paying a tribute to the same old sheep, and the man who fancies that his cigar case is from the skin of the arctic seal has only a small section of a Chicago slaughtered sheep in his hand. "The society bell who slips her tired feet into a pair of boudoir slippers, or even Bangor moccasins, doesn't get away from the sheep, and the young dude who selects a moleskin vest for winter wear because King Edward wears one is only giving an order for more sheepskin. "The college man enters the world with his sheepskin diploma i-i his hand. The judge passes down weighty decis ions as he sits on sheepskin uphol stered chairs, and the lawyer reads opinions from sheepskin volumes. The traveling man hustle* about with an i alligator traveling bag, under the fond ■ delusion that he is carrying a bit of the skin of the Florida monster, out he has still got the same old sheep. "The pugilist puts on a bit of ’mut-i ton when he dons nis boxing gloves.! and the youth who kicks the foot ball) about is only giving a boost to thej sheepskin trade. Nearly every pair ofl sltoes has a piece of sheepskin about them, and some t:ie made chiefly of sheepskin. "A number of the modern fashioned leather get merits are also of sheepskin 1 cr are sheepskin lined. The sleeping; j bag in which the traveler in the arctic or the hums:man in the woods crawlw for a night’s warm rest once protected ihe flesh of the same ola sheep. The chamois skill with which the society girl brightens up her complexion in the morning is stiil Ihe sumo old shpep. In fact, night or day, it is hard to get away from sheepskin. ALPINE TOBOGGANING. Slide Upon Which Almost a Mile a Minute Has Been Made. Electrical Review; St. Moritz is one of the highest villages in the Kngan- j line, having an altitude or about 6,000’ I feet, and is a great center of winter' j sports; It in consequently much fro-i quentfcd by English and other national-' itles who enjoy the sports of skating,; curling, tobogganing, ski-ing and) bandy, which can here be obtained un-, der the best conditions. Good tobog ganing may be had in other places, but| at St. Moritz it is carried to a flne art,1 and only an expert can expect to com pete successfully on tne renownedi "t.'resta" toboggan run, with its won derful curves and banks. The name! Crest'a is derived from a small village of that name near the finish of the course. i The course is a little over three-quar ters of a mile In length, with a differ ence of elevation, form start to finish, of about 600 feet; the gradient varies at different points, being most steep at li:e church leap. An only one toboggan can occupy the '.rack at a time, the races are all de cided. by the time taken to complete the course. The record time from the i start to the finish is at present 61 B-10 seconds, this entailing a speed of sixty ; miles an hour or more on the fastest [ parts. Tlie curves of the frozen miowi arc built up with high banks, accurate- i ly shaped, to allow the tobogganer to go around them at the greatest speed, ! the highest bank being about twenty live feet in height. These different banks have well known names, such I as the Battledore and Shuttlecock. : Scyila and Chary bells and Buipett's Corner. The whole track is practically' oil ice, e nd after passing the finish it> lias for a short distance a steep upward gradient, the great momentum obtained carrying the tobogganer uphill. Tiie toboggans used are of the "skele ton" pattern, with steel runners, ther tobogganer lying in a prone position and steering with his feet, by means of spikes attached to the toestof his boots.,. The principal race run on ihe Cresta is the Grand National, which takes place' at ihe end of February or beginning of March, and might be called the derby of tobogganing, competitors coming from Davos and other places to take part in thin contest. He’d Been Playing Poker. Carrye—You said you wouldn't be gone long, and it's been two hours. Cholly—I came back short, anyhow. I--1 His Refuge. Phllosoph—Ah! we are growing harder all he time. We have no cities of refuge now for the oppressed. Henpeck—What's the matter with the clubs? _ nr i "Hy wife kisses me good night regu alrly." "Women are suspicious creatures, “In't they?” His Peculiarity. ! The following amusing conversation Is given in the Watchword: | "You must find that impediment in I your speech rather inconvenient at | limes, Mr. Biggs ” "Oh, n-no; everybody has his Iltt'e j peculiarity, stammering is m-m-mine; i what is y-yours?” "Well, really I am not aware that I j have any.” “D-do you stir y-your tea with your ! right hand?" '• "Why, yes. of course." "W-well, that is your p-pecullarity; most p-people u-use a t-teaspoon." Temptation of Police Captains. New York Press: “The temptation [ of a police captain,” says Commissioner McAdoo. "is a thousand times greater than that of any bank cashier in the world. Temptation waits for him at every corner. If you knew what as saults on their characters they have to face you would take off your hats to them." Rot! By his very office the police captain should be further re moved from temptation than nearly any class of public officials. Surely no other kind of officer should have had more , numerous or intimate examples of the lesson that “the wages of sin is death."(Practically the principal temp tation he has Is the knowledge that he has abetter opportunity than any other class of crook of escaping the consequence of his crime. rresn rrom tne i reo. Baltimore American: Mrs. Young wife—I don’t want such pale, sickly looking celery. Haven’t you some with a good healthy color to it? Mr. Marketman—Sure, miss. Here’s some with a bright, fresh green tint that is right fresh from the tree. Sor ry you saw the white stuff: didn’t In* tend t’ offer it t’ nobody. Mrs. Youngwife—Ah, that is better* I’ll take a quart of It. CAUSE AND CURE OF RHEU MATISM. Shown by Numerous Bures Made br Dodd’s Kidney Pills—They Cure tl Kidneys and the Rheumatism Cur Itself—Remarkable Cuse of Magf K. Deckert. Eagle Itiver, YVis., Jan. 16th.—(Spe cial.)—That rheumatism is caused by disordered kidneys is proved by the cures Dodd's Kidney I’ills are making in every state in the Union. They cure the Kidneys and the Rheumatism cures itself. A cure that has caused deep interest in this neighborhood is that of Maggie E. Deckert. In speak ing of it she says: "I had kidney trouble and rheuma tism and was so lame l could not walk. I could not sleep, for 1 ached all over. I was in a terrible state and lirnily believe that if I had not used Dodd’s Kidney Pills I would be dead. I took nine boxes of them and they have done me more good than all the other med icines I ever took. Now my aches are all gone, I can eat and sleep and I am feeling good. I want all the world to know that Dodd’s Kidney Pills cured me.” rrost Bite. There are other ways of getting frost-bitten aside from going boldly out and letting Jack Frost nip your fingers and toes. A very common method is to come home with cold, wet feet from a long drive, or from outdoor work, and place the feet or hands in warm water or before the fire. The one who does this, and not many escape it during the cold months, is frost-bitten to all intents and pur poses, says D. H. Stovall of Grant’s Pass, Ole., In the Epitomist. The best way to treat frost-bite is the old meth od of rubbing the affected parts with snow. This coaxes back the lost vital ity. After the coldness and numb ness subsides, put the hands or feet in moderately cold water and continue the rubbing process. No warmth should be applied for some time. Blood poi son from frost-bite is too frequently the result of coming in and rashly thrusting the numbed hands or feet in to a basin of warm or hot water. On the American farm chilblains are usu ally about the extent of frost-bite, though not infrequently we read of mountain rancheis and even farmers of the more densely inhabited localities freezing to death. As before hinted it is not always the extreme lowness of temperature to which one’s feet or hands are subjected that causes the deadly blood poisoning, but is the sud den change, either from cold to heat, or from heat to cold. Thus moist cold is much more dangerous and difficult to withstand than dry; and that ex plains why the easterner, accustomed to a temperature of 12, 16 or even 30 below zero in the eastern states, nearly dies from cold if out in the weather of the Pacific coast when the tempera ture is’ several degrees above zero. The experience gained in the use of pressed peat as locomotive fuel in Ba varia, Austria, Sweden and Russia is stated to be very satisfactory. MIGHT HAVE SAVED IT. A Lot of Trouble from Too Mach Starchy Food. A little boy of eight years whose parents did not feed him on the right kind of food, was always nervous and suffered from a weak condition of the stomach and bowels. Finally he was taken down with appendicitis and af ter the operation the doctor, knowing that his intestinal digestion was very weak, put him on Grape-Nuts twice a day. He rapidly recovered and about two months thereafter, Ills father states, “He has grown to be strong, muscu lar, and sleeps soundly, weighs 02 pounds, and his whole system is in a fine condition of health.” Name given by Postum Co., Rattle Creek, Mich. It is plain that if he had been put on Grape-Nuts at an earlier period in his life, and kept from the use of foods that he could not digest, he never would have had appendicitis. That disease is caused by undigested food decaying in the stomach and bowels, causing irritation and making for the growth of all kinds of microbes, set ting up a diseased condition which is the active cause of appendicitis, and this is more marked with people who do not properly digest white bread. Grape-Nuts is made of t'.ie selected parts of wheat and barley and by the peculiar processes of the cooking at the factory, all of the starch is turned into sugar ready for Immediate digestion and the more perfect nourishment of all parts of the body, particularly the brain and nerve centers. Read the little book, “The Road to Weilville,” found in each pkg.