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SHOULD READ MRS. FOX'S LETTER
fa All Parts of tbs United States Lydia
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Baa Effected Similar Cures.
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Fannie D.Fok ^
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•ha has consulted with and advised
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•ven life to her helpful advice.
Mrs. Fannie D. Fox, of 7 Chestnut
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Dear Mrs. Pinkhsm :—
M suffered for a long time with womb
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that I had a tumor on the womb I did not
want to submit to an operation, so wrote you
far advice. I received vour letter and did as
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An Ingrate.
Uncle Ephr’nt wus trying to sell his
■mule.
“.No, suh,” he said, "dls mewel
’wouldn’t kick nobody. She’s puttlekly
gentle. Ain’t got no bad tricks. Any
woman kin hitch ’er up an’—whoa, der,
you ungrateful beast! Quit dat ca
vortin’! Don’ >’U heah I’se lyin’
mbout yuh?”—Chicago Tribune.
A remarkable hotel Is in the Sahara
■desert. Krom the windows on two
■aides nothing but pathless sand is to
be seen. On a third side stand 280,000
palm trees.
The Windy Day.
Oh. the windy day I* a laughing day!
For the wind is a funny fellow;
He rollicks and shouts when skies are
gray
And leaves are turning yellow.
The pines, a moment ago so still,
Fling out their arms and laugh with a
will.
Nodding their heads, as who should say,
‘•The old wind has an amusing way.”
Oil. the windy day Is a singing day!
For the wind is a minstrel, strolling
Thro’ field and wood, with cheery lay.
Insistent, sweot. cajoling:
The strings of his harp are pine and oak.
As ho chants his tale to the woodland
folk—
Ah, revellers of old are they
When the minstrel wind begins to play!
Oh. the windy day In the vagrant's day!
For the wind is a comrade rover,
Whistling down the great highway
To every hill-road lover.
And whether he whistles or laughs or
s’ngs,
Through every vagrant heart there rings
The impelling, world-old call to stray
With the comrade wind for ever and aye.
—Lucy L. Cable, In Harper’s.
The Barrier.
Between me and the untramrneled sweep
Of the unbounded outer deep
Stretches a strip of land that hides
The toss and turmoil of the tides.
My fancy often hears me far
Beyond the dunes and beach and bar,
Until a happy Isle I gain
Upon the bosom of the main.
There lies, In kindred wise ’twixt me
And Hod’s unplumed eternity,
A little strip of life whereo'er
My dreams are seaward wont to soar;
And is it strange, all perils past.
That by them f seem borne at last
Unto the bourne of long release—
The visioned port of final peace!
—Cl!nton Scollard, in The Outlook.
FROM THE BACKWOODS.
Washington Star: An elderly Washing
tonian who recently moved over to New
York with hi* family and Installed his
transferred lares and penates In the In
evitable flat, was detailed and delegated
by his wife to fare forth and obtain the
services of a maid servant.
Me didn't manifest any very alarming
enthusiasm over his deputation, but he
1» a man of peace, and his wife had
spoken.
So he started off to a downtown em
ployment agency to look the ground over
—to he looked over himself, that is to say.
with discerning and disapproving criti
cism by fifteen or twenty hard-vlsaged
domestics of all nations, who were lined
around the employment agency on chairs
nnd benches, waiting for chances to flout
and squelch inconsequential male persona
seeking household help.
The elderly Washingtonian was hack
here ori a flying business trip yesterday,
and he was tolling how he made out at
tin* New York employment agency.
After he had^been simply nodded to the
away back by two Scandinavian young
persons who addressed themselves partic
ularly to an inspection of his shoes—which
caused the ex-Washingtonian to look ap
prehensively at his pedals to see if any
th ng was the matter with them since he
had seen them last—he bucked up, got his
nerve together, and braced a broad-faced
Hibernian lady who had been closely
scrutinizing his every movement from his
arrival at the employment agency.
“I am—er—seeking for a girl, you know,”
said the ex-Washingtonian to the Milesian
lady, in an apologetic tone, mopping hia
forehead, and sneakily wondering why Mt.
Pleasant, Washington, D. C., hadn'4 re
mained good enough for him and his. #,Are
—uli—you looking for employment, may I
Inquire?"
"Aw, it’s Swades youse is lookin’ f’r,"
replied the lady from Hibernia, glancing
contemptuously over at the pair of Scan
dinavian young women who had declined
to vouchsafe the ex-Waahingtonlan so
much as a word. *‘W’y don’t yeez take
th’ Swades, thin?"
"I am not really particular about the
nationality, so long as the girl is other
wise suitable,” replied the ex-Washing
tonian, In a low, persuasive tone. "Nor do
I believe that my wife considers the mat
in* of nationality as of vital importance.
We have a flat up in Harlem—we are new
comers In the city, you understand, and—”
"Sthrangers, is it?" interrupted the Hi
bernian lady. "An' pwhere Is yeez from?-*
” ' "I "' ' ‘ ' <11*10 tv iuin uuui
Washington,” replied the man who had
left behind his happy Mt. Pleasant home,
“but previous to that we had resided in—”
"Washington? An’ pwhere is thot?”
broke in the lady from the emerald isle
with the Fuckandjudke countenance.
"Why, replied the former Washington
ian, "Washington is a place some little
distance from New York city—in a south
erly direction—and it is—”
"An’ Is it annywheres near Philadel
phy?" the lady with the upturned nose
Interrupted to inquire.
"Well," humbly replied the one-time
Washingtonian, "it isn't exactly near
Philadelphia— about four hours' ride on
the steam cars—but it Is quite a city,
Washington Is, and--”
"Oi nlver heard nv th' place," inter
rupted the lady from the aged sod. "An'
Oi'm not a-wur-r-kln' f'r no payple that
kooms from be.vant in th’ backwoods—
that don't know how to titrate a gayrll
—Indade Oi'm not—not f’r love nor mon
ey—not if Oi—”
“But,” hastily put in the former Wash
ingtonian, "Washington Is the capital
city of the whole United States, you know.
It Is really a large city, not at all the
backwoods—a city of large size—a genuine
city, like Dublin, and—"
"I-olke Dooblln, is it?" sniffed the Hi
bernian lady, looming over him alurmlng
ly. "Do yeez mane t' till nte thot there's
tinny place tills side o' th' big wather
tliot's lolke Dooblln, whin all thot Ol kin
see is—"
"T think T shall just go away from here,
before 1 get my self disliked," said the
Washington man to himself, and then he
went back to the fiat and told his wife
that he didn't believe he'd make good as
a servant hunter; that he was naturally
too Impudent? arrogant and domineering,
and that he had found that none of the
out-of-work maids would stand for his
overbearing, cavalierly style of addressing
them; and that, therefore, she'd better
run down herself and see how she'd make
out, etc., etc.
And yet tills same former Washington
ian fought for that bauble, reputation, at
the cannon's mouth all through the wai
■etween the states.
Manufacture Both.
Answers: Proprietor of Big Iron
Works—If I understand you correctly,
you wish to place an order for armor
plate that no cannon shot can pierce.
We are turning out that ..ind of tiling
every day
Agent of Foreign Government—No;
you misunderstand. I wish to know if
you can manufacture a cannon that
can pierce any armor plate?
Proprietor—Certainly, sir. We are
doing that kind of thing every day,
oo.
Sapping Foundations of Society,
New York Sun: The danger to the
body politic, the danger of a highly
centralized, bureau-cratic government
in this country, does not lie in the di
rection of the individual proclivities
of the chief magistrate or In the debil
ity and perversity of congress, but in
the growing recklessness and dishon
esty of the management of our great
corporations. This it is which is sap
ping the foundations of the social
structure and which threatens the sta
bility of the very government itself.
I C.orrighl 1*01 b» A«ihor el “ TK« Di. si .
DfitinT." "An Excel- |
j T. liltgmM M&tlor tie j
CHAPTER XXXIII.
Olive Dumbarton spent a wakeful,
restless and troubled night, vivid and
searing thoughts she was powerless to
banish, picturing the past with its
troubles, dwelling on the present with
its seemingly impenetrable mystery,
showing the future with its dread pos
sibilities. But when at last sleep
came it was profound, nor did she
wake until late in the morning. The
fog which had hung mournfully over
the city the previous evening had not
yet quite lifted, and at first thought
the dull gray atmosphere was the light
of early dawn. A glance at her watch
showed her it was past 10 o’clock, and
she touched her bell.
As If awaiting the signal, Veronica
immediately entered, hastily yet noise
lessly crossed the room, and flinging
one arm around her mother’s shoul
ders, kissed her.
“Oh, mother, mother,” the girl mur
mured, with a sob in her throat.
The terror dominant in Veronica's
voice struck Its hearer, in whose rqind
immediately arose a for shadowing of
pain, a foreboding of horror.
“What is it, child T’ she asked,
scarcely able to frame her sentence.
"Something has happened.”
“Ah, I know; he is dead,” Olive
Dumbarton replied in a tone of de
spair.
“Not Mr. Bostock,” said Veronica
quickly.
"No. Who then?” her mother asked
hurriedly, a load lifted from her heart,
her eyes fixed questioningly upon her
daughter’s.
“Valerius.’’
“Valerius'.”’ repeated Olive Dumbar
ton incredulously, the truth not yet
teaching her mind.
"He was found dead this morning on
a couch in his study. His man came
here to tell us, but I would not disturb
you. It is terrible, terrible, mother
dear”
A low moan was the only reply Olive
Dumbarton gave. But no sooner had
she realized the sudden death of one
whom she had seen in health and
strength a few days previously than
her active mind began to form sur
mises, her vivid imagination to shape
fears. After a long pause she said:
’’This is pitiful. Poor Valerius. Tell
me all. Veronica.”
hte Hixton road tragedy. Without
much difflcplty .Mackworth had learned
of Galbraith’s absence from his hotel
on that date, and armed with this fact
had hastened to London, resolving
further to trace the movements of the
man who it now seemed possible was
connected with David Dumbarton’s
[death. With morning Mackworth found
his labors unnecessary. Valerius had
escaped, leaving a letter which
acknowledged his deed.
When in due time a jury had re
turned a verdict declaring Valerius
Galbraith guilty of the death of David
Duiribarton, the innocence alike of
Olive and George Bostock was estab
lished. That the latter had confessed
to a murder of which he had not been
guilty was set down by the press and
received by the public as a consequence
of the delirium from which he had suf
fered, seif accusation being a not un
common occurrence with those whose
ininds were temporarily deranged by
drink, fever or accidents.
As time passed, George Rostock's
consciousness, at first faint and flitting,
gradually strengthened and retained It?
hold for longer periods; and five days
after the last operation he was en
abled to answer questions. His re
plies, which were always In mono
syllable, seemed delivered with reluc
tance, and It was thought advisable
not to tax his mind by addressing in
quiries, or enlighten him regarding
what liad happened until his brain re
gained more of its former strength.
But whenever his eyes met those of
Headwiek, who visited him dally, if
was noticed their expression was one
of anxiety, which sometimes increased
to terror. Yet he asked no questions,
and he made no statements.
Again and again, Headwiek had felt
prompted to tell him of Galbraith’s
confession, but that he feared to dis
obey orders. But when one afternoon,
while seated beside the patient, the
latter suddenly asked;
‘How is she?"
Headwiek, knowing to whom lie re
ferred, assured him she was well. A
look of contentment that relieved Us
weariness passed across Bostock’s face.
Then his friend, bending over him,
said in a low voice
"We know now th.it you made a mis
take, that you never killed Dumbar
ton."
"It Is thought—It Is feared—but
nothing is yet known. A letter lay
on his desk directed to CJeorge Coris,
and on the table a bottle which had
contained chloroform.”
A chill struck Olive Dumbarton to
the heart, then, even while her grief
was keen, her anxiety began to take
definite form, her suspicions to
strengthen, though her loyalty to the
dead strove to reject the terrible sur
mise which seized upon her, sinking
her heart, bewildering her brain, and
filling her with agony.
Presently she asked in a voice that
was almost a whisper:
"Is there no letter for me?”
”1 don’t know, mother. I have been
so scared, but I’ll go and see.”
Deft alone In the seml-darkened
room, her grief and pity for Valerius,
together with the fear which lay be
hind them, overcame her, and she be
gan to sob and cry hysterically. See
ing this, Veronica on her return, could
not keep back her tears, and they both
wept bitterly for some time. When
eventually the girl was able to control
herself and had partially succeeded in
soothing her mother, she produced an
envelope directed by Valerius and
sealed with red wax bparlng his mono
gram. And the curtains having been
drawn and the blinds raised, Olive*
Dumbarton with trembling hands
opened the letter and lead there the
confession she had dreaded and antici
pated.
amen sue paused, ror her eyes be
j came blinded by tears. While there
j was horror in her mind for the terrible
I crime he had committed, there was no
resentment in her heart for the shame
he had made her suffer, no bitterness j
because of the cowardice that would
have seen the blame of his deeds borne
by others, no censure for the hypocrisy 1
he had practiced. For she remembered
him only as he had been before the
shadow of crime had fallen upon him,
blighted his better nature and ruined
,liis manliness; remembered his kind
ness to and thought for her; his hand
some presence; the charm of his gra
i clous manner and cultured mind; his
I buoyancy and the soothing, cheering
influence he had exercised over others.
And the pity of his death and the
necessity he had felt for effacing him
self appealed to her, wringing her heart
and tilling It with more tenderness for
him now he was dead than she had
ever felt toward him while he was liv
ing. In part, she realized the misery
he must have felt before bracing him
self to quit the world whose joys he
fully appreciated. Never to see his
face again, never to hear his voice, ever
to remember him with a sacred feeling
that must surmount her sorrow', was a
thought that made her feel sick at
heart.
If only he haa never met her hus
band that fatal nlgjit, or, meeting him,
had not taken his life; if only the past
could be undone, It only he had battled
against and overcome the fate which
had brought shame and death in its
train. There was no need for hint to
ask her forgiveness. Tor she gave It
without reserve, and with it all her
pity. So for long she cried bitter tears,
her heart torn by grief.
And her mind having been stunned
by fright and pain, it was not until
she had thought for some time over
Valerius that the result of his confes
sion dawned upon her. Not only would
Hhe now be freed from the imputation
of a terrible crime, but the man who
for her sake had falsely accused him
self would likewise be exempt from
blame. The darkness would be lifted
from her life and his; the mystery
would be made plain. And even at
such a time a thrill of satisfaction
passed through her as she remembered
her refusal to believe in George Ros
tock's guilt, and her declaration that
merely to free himself because he be
lieved it otherwise impossible to es
tablish her innocence.
Therefore her relief and gratitude
were great that sorrow and shame
would be lifted from her life, and his
good name restored to the man who
would have sacrificed it for her sake,
even while she regretted the cause by
which this good would be affected.
Meanwhile all was confusion in the
house where the body of Valerius Gal
braith lay; servants passing from room
to room with a bewildered air; police
men going to and fro; the chilling
stagnating atmosphere of death weigh
ing upon all. And among those who
came and went was Mackworth. who,
not without disappointment, realized
that the case which had puzzled him
had been brought to an end without
his aid or intervention.
But the previous night the Inspector
had returned from Paris, whither he
had gone to acertain for himself if
[Valerius had been there on the night of
ly, anxiously, wonderingly, but made
no reply.
"You understand what I say?" Ilead
wick asked.
"Yea, but why do you think I was
mistaken?” he whispered.
“Because the man who was guilty
has confessed and given proof of his
crime.”
The eyes of (he sick man became so
brilliant, his white face so excited, that
Headwick began to fear the conse
quences of his action.
“The man who was guilty—then her
Innocence is proved?"
"Beyond all doubt, and yours, too.”
“Who w’as it?"
"Valerius Galbraith."
George Bostock closed lii3 eyes, his
mind could bear no more, and con
sciousness forsook him. Throughout
the remainder of the day and the fol
lowing night his symptoms were fever
ish, but next morning he was calmer,
and his friend not being there he eag
erly asked the nurse for particulars
regarding Valerius Galbraith’s confes
sion. And they being given him he
remained silent and thoughtful, pon
dering over what he had heard, dwell
ing on the mystery which had sur
rounded the tragedy, of the part he had
felt prompted to take when believing
himself dying, and on the speculations
which had perplexed him on recogniz
ing that he was destined to recover.
That she had been proved blame
less had been his lirst, and was now
his predominant thought; that he
likewise was shown to be guiltless filled
him with infinite relief, for in the dis
tance he foresaw a prospect of happi
ness which might crown his life. And
when, presently Headwick entered car
rying flowers whose color brightened
and whose odor perfumed the ward, he
was surprised to see how well his
friend appeared.
“How thoughtful of you, how kind,”
Bostock said.
"The thought and kindness are not
mine,” replied Headwick, "but Mrs.
Dumbarton’s. Almost every evening.
I have, at her request, been to see her
that I might report your progress. To
day she has sent you these.”
Bostock, who was sitting propped up
by pillows tn bed, took the flowers, and
while apparently smelling them, raised
them to his lips, his haggard face be
coming illuminated by inward joy.
"You will tell her how grateful I
am," he said, longing to say more, but
contenting himself with the idea that
she would understand his feelings, and
hoping he soon might be able to ex
press them to her in person.
But this was not to happen as soon
as he expected. One who had traveled
so far into the valley of shadow does
not readily retrace his steps to per
fect health, and though the longing
for life which came upon him, together
with the prospect of what it might
bring, aided his strength, it was four
months from the date of his accident
before he was permitted to leave the
hospital.
So soon as she was able to leave her
rooms she was ordered to the Kivlera,
there to remain until winter had
passed, so that when George Bostock
had left the hospital in February she
was still abroad and had by that time
almost recovered her strength.
(Concluded Next Week.)
Philadelphia Press: Mrs. Lyon
Ilunter—"This is our new piano, count.
The tone, I believe, is perfect. Will
you not play for us?”
Count Peanutli (absent-mindedly) —
“Weez plalsure, signora. Where eesa
da handle.”
. ''V 7_
Running No Chances.
Jinks—Are you a spiritualist?
Blinks—Not much.
Jinks—Why?
Blinks—My mother-in-law's dead
I True Genius Self Conscious.
“Anything like self consciousness Is
Impossible in the supreme operation of
Genius,” writes Henry M. Alden in
Harper’s Magazine tor February. "If
the creator becomes, soon or late, the
cynosure of all eyes, the recognition
and response accorded him are inevit
able but incidental. He has created a
world whose wonders are the delight
of all who behold, and when he has
created it he may himself see that it is
good. It is the veil of his personality—
Its only true revelation also. It is in
that world he hides, as God is hidden
Little Hints for the Home.
Starched Collars—Many people com
plain that staiehed collars hurt the
neck. If the collars are ironed while
quite wet, first placing a clean peice of
muslin over them, they will be found
stiff enougli without starch.
Measuring Ingredients—It Is useful
to know that sixty drops are equivalent
to one teaspoonful. three teaspoonsful
equal one tablespoonful. A gill is four
tablespoonsful. One cupful of liquid is
equal to one-half pint. Two cupfuls of
butter or sugar weigh one-half pound,
and sixteen tablespoonful of liquid are
equal to a cupful.
To Remove Mildew—Almost all at
tempts to remove mildew are failures;
they leave a small hole on the cloth
where the mildew has been. The safest
plan is to steep the article in soap and
water, and, keeping it wet. expose it to
the sun. If this is not a success, try
salts of lemon.
An Ex-Sheriff1 Talks.
Scott City, Kan., March L’Oth.—(Spe
cial)—Almost every newspaper tells
of cures of the most deadly of kidney
diseases by Dodd’s Kidney Pills.
Bright's Disease. Diabetes. Rheuma
tism and Bladder troubles, in fact any
disease that is of the kidneys or
caused by disordered kidneys is read
ily cured by this great American rem
edy.
But it is in curing the earlier stages
of kidney complaint that Dodd’s Kid
ney Pills are doing their greatest
work. They are preventing thousands
of cases of Bright's disease and other
deadly ailments by curing Kidney Dis
ease when it first shows its presence
in ihe body.
Speaking of this work ex-Sheriff
James Scott of Scott County, says:
"I have used eight boxes of Dodd's
Kidney Pills and must say that they
are just the thing for Kidney Disease.
We have tried many kidney medi
cines. but Dodd's Kidney Pills are the
best of all.”
Canning Eggs.
Melbourne Times: We live and learn
—and we usually hope to profit by
added knowledge. Many years ago
Pope, in one(of his satires, told us that
“the vulgar boil, the learned roast an
egg." The poet might have felt con
strained to change the expression of
his views had he lived in these utili
tarian days. We not o^ily boil and
roast our eggs, but we curry and
"scramble" them; we use them in
drinks, -we preserve them for long pe
riods, and we find them too valuable
to “stale" for the purpose of hurling
at objectionable politicians. Indeed,
we are rapidly approaching that state
of development in which we might
venture to give advice to our grand
dams as to the proper method of ab
sorbing the contents of the domestic
shell. Now we are led by R.
Crowe, the dairy expert, to a consider
ation of i method whereby the shell
itself may be dispensed with long be
fore the egg is required for use. In
other words, Mr. Crowe suggests to
the director of agriculture that the
business of canning eggs for export
might fairly be entered upon in Vic
toria. For some years Canada and the
United States have been conducting the
industry with success. The eggs are
divested of their shells and put up in
tins in three separate forms, namely,
whites and yolks mixed, whites only,
and yolks only. Seeing that the av
erage selling prices are from eight
pence to ninepence per pound—repre
sented by about nine eggs—and that
the cost of tins and packing only
amounts to about 1 penny per dozen
eggs, there would appear to be money
in the project. Not our country read
ers alone are Interested in the matter,
but many dwellers in the suburbs who
have lately taken on poultry farming
on a larger or smaller scale, and who
find it not only interesting but profit
able. They are recommended to read
Mr. Crowe’s report and suggestions,
which are printed in another portion
of this week’s issue.
THE SIMPLE LIFE
Wajr* that Are Pleasant and Paths that
Are Peace.
It is the simple life that gives length
of days, serenity of mind and body and
tranquillity of soul.
Simple hopes and ambitions, bound
ed by the desire to do good to one’s
neighbors, simple .pleasures, habits,
food and drink.
Men die long before their time be
cause they try to crowd too much Into
their experiences—they climb too high
and fall too hard. A wise woman
writes of the good that a simple diet
has done her:
“I have been using Grape-Nuts for
about six months. I began rather
sparingly, until I acquired such a lik
ing for it that for the last three
months I have depended upon it al
most entirely for my diet, eating noth
ing else whatever, but Grape-Nuts for
breakfast and supper, and I believe
1 could eat It for dinner with fruit
and be satisfied without other food,
and feel much better and have more
strength to do my housework.
“When I began the use of Grape
Nuts I was thin and weak, my muscles
wore so soft that I was not able to do
any work. 1 weighed only 108 pounds.
Nothing that I ate did me any good.
I was going down hill rapidly, was
nervous and miserable, with no ambi
tion for anything. My condition im
proved rapidly after I began to eat
Grape-Nuts food. It made me feel
like a new woman: my muscles got
solid, my figure rounded out, my
weight increased to 126 pounds in a
few weeks, my nerves grew steady
and my mind better and clearer. My
friends tel! me they haven't seen me
look so well for years.
“I consider Grape-Nuts the best food
on the market, and shall never go back
i to meats and white bread again.”
J Name given by Postum Co., Hattie
i Creek, Mich.
There's a reason.
Look in each pkg. for the little book,
“The Road to Wellvllle.”
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Unnatural!
Chicago News: Samson had been
shorn of his hair by Delilah's shears.
"Are you not angry?" asked a friend.
"Oh, it might have been worse." re
sponded the former strong man. “If
Delilah had been true to her sex she
would have pulled it out instead of
cutting it.”
Promising.
Houston Post: "He is a young man
of promise, is he not?”
"I don’t know; a young lady has just
brought suit against him for breach of
promise.”
Macaroni Wheat.
Salzer’s strain of this Wheat is the kind
which laughs at droughts and the ele
ments and positively mocks Black Rust,
that terrible scorch!
It's sure of yielding 80 bushels of finest
Wheat the sub shines on per acre on good
111., la., Mich., Wis., O., Pa., Mo., Neb.
lands and 40 to 60 bushels on arid landsl
No rust, no insects, no failure. Catalog
tells all about it.
JU8T SEND IOC AND THTS NOTICE
to the John A. Saber Seed Co., Ca Crosse,
Wis., and they will send you free a sample
of this Wheat and other farm seeds, to
gether v“*h their great catalog, worth
£100.00 to a‘ny wide-awake farmer. [C. N. U.J
The effort to raise a fund of £150,000
to establish a chair of political science
in Western Reserve university, as a
memorial to the late Senator M. A."
Hanna, is meeting with gratifying suc
cess.
A GUARANTEED CURB FOR PIERS.
itching. Blind. Bleeding or Protruding Piles.
Yourdruggist will refund money if PAZOOINTV
WENT fails to cure you in 6 to It days. 50a
Another Corner.
Minneapolis Journal: The key to
many a mystery in business an legisla
tion may be found by asking. “How
does this interest the Standard Oil
company?’ This ouestion throws light
on the articles that have barred the
way of the Bouteil bill, a measure to
remove the internal revenue tax on
alcohol used in arts and manufactures.
The secret of the opposition Is that un
taxed alcohol would prove a cheap fuel
for driving small engines. It can be
produced for much less than the pres
ent cost of gasoline. Alcohol is super
ior to gasoline for this purpose and
cheap alcohol would compell Rockefel
ler to reduce the price of gasoline.
This he would doubtless do rattier than
lose the market. So it seems that in
the final analysis the tax on alcohol ia
money in the treasury of the Standard*
Oil.
SCIATICJORTURE
PAIN SUFFERED BY MR. MARSTON
AS GREAT AS MORTAL OAN STAND.
For Six Months He Could Not Turn in
Bod—Ho Tollo of a Kemedy WhloH
Kao Given Perfect Belief.
The cs.se of Mr. Marston shows that
sciatica can bo cured, and no one afflicted
by it should allow himself to be dis
heartened. He was first stricken about a
year ago, aud for six mouths he suffered
| pain which he thinks the most intense
that any man could possibly stand.
Asked about the details of his remark
able recovery, Mr. Marston gave the fol
lowing account : “ I was attacked by a
numbness or dull feeling just back of my
right hip. I didn’t know what the mat
1 ter was, but thought it was simply a
stiffness that would wear away in a
short time. It didn’t, however, and
soon the pain became so very bad that
every step was torture for me. When [
finally succeeded in getting home, it waa
just as much as I could do to reach my
room and get to bed.
“The doctor was sent for, and wheu he
had examined me he said I had sciatica.
He prescribed for me, aud advised me not
to try to leave my bed. The advice waa
unnecessary for I couldn’t get out of
bed if I wanted to. It was impossible for
me to turn from one side to the other.
The moment I attempted to move any
part of my body, the pain became so ex
cruciating that I would have to lie per
feclly motionless.
“ I suffered this torture for six months
without getting any relief. Then I dis
charged the doctor, and on the advice of
a friend I bought a box of Dr. Williams’
Pink Pills and began to take them, three
at a dose, three times a day. I was de
termined to give them a thorough trial.
“Two mouths after I began to use
them I was able to leave my bod aud
walk about the house, and amonth later
I was entirely cured and able to go about
my work as usual. I think Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills are the best medicine I ever
used, aud I heartily recommend them to
anyone who suffers from sciatica.”
Mr. Marston is a prosperous farmer
and may be reached by maiwiddressed
to Charles P. Marston, Hampton P. O.,
New Hampshire. Dr. Williams’ Pink
‘Pills have cured other painful nervous
disorders, such as neuralgia, partial par
alysis and locomotor ataxia. They aro
sold by all druggists.
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It Cures Colds, Coughs, Sore Throat, Cronp, Influ
enza, Whooping Cough, Bronchitis and Asthma.
A certain cure for Consumption in flrst stages,
and a snre relief In advanced stages. l.'se at once.
You will see the excellent effect after taking the
flrst dose. Sold hv dealers everywhere. Large
bottles 25 cents and 60 cents.
BEGGS’BLOOD PURIFIER
CURES catarrh of the stomach.
i SUMS whihCau usj fans ^
Best Cocgh byrup. Tao*os Uood. Use
j ! In tlm.3. Sold by druggists.
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