MISS MARIA DUCHARME.
Every Woman in America is Interested
in This Young Girl's Experience.
PELVIC CATARRH WAS
DESTROYING HER LIFE.
PE RU NA SAVED HER.
Miss Maria Ducbarme, 182 St. Eliza
beth street, Montreal, Can., writes:
"I am satisfied that thousands of
women suffer because they do not
realize how bad they really need treat
ment and feel a natural delicacy in con
sulting a physician.
“I felt badly for years, had terrible
pains, and at times was unable to attend
to my daily duties. I tried to cure my
self, but finally my attention was called
to an advertisement of Peruna in a
similar case to mine, and 1 decided to
give it a trial.
“My Improvement began as soon as
I started to use Peruna and soon I was
a well woman. I feel that / owe my
life and my health to your wonderful
medicine and gratefully acknowledge
this fact.”—Marla Ducharme.
Address Dr. Hartman, President of
The Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus,
Ohio, for free medical advice.
All correspondence strictly confiden
tial.
THE FLORA OF NEW ORLEANS.
In Winter Trees Do Not Become Dead,
but Take On a Peculiar Drabness.
New Orleans Censor: The visitor
from the cold and barren north cannot
but be impressed with the flora of New
Orleans, which is green and flourish
ing in winter. Although the plants
and trees do not become dead, as with
us, they take upon themselves, in
memory of winter, a certain drabness.
There are many evergreen trees in
this part of the south, among them
the pine with its high crown and slen
der stem, but the plant that will most
Impress the visitor from the north is
the beautiful cabbage palm, which
grows to a height of thirty feet and
has fronds twenty feet long, bending
gracefully outward from the main
stalk, which seldom reaches a height
of more than fifteen or twenty feet.
The banana is similar in shape and
style to the cabbage palm, but by no
means as beautiful.
The great live oak trees are nearly
everywhere, but they are by no means
as beautiful as the huge magnolia, an
other tree that is ever green. The
large leaves of this tree ore very thick,
have a brilliant, oily gloss and are of
the most vivid green. The live oak,
while ever green, sheds its leaves once
a year, as does its deciduous relative,
but in a very different manner. The
new leaf thrusts itself out and pushes
the old leaf off and takes its place.
In the parks grows a tree or shrub
called the sweet olive, which has the
sweetest, most delicious scent imagin
able. Another great floral feature of
the city is a kind of ivy which is a
thing of wonderful vitality and beau
ty. It has little glossy leaves as vivid
ly green as the leaves of the magnolia,
and it covers a wall or anything to
which it attaches itself—absolutely—
not unevenly, but as smoothly and al
most as densely as though the cover
ing were a green carpet. It hugs the
wall tightly and is so dense that you
can scarcely part it enough to see that
to which it attaches itself.
But a thing which seems lacking
here is the beautiful and vividly green
bluegrass of the north. If It grows
here at all, it is as dead now as it
would be in St. Louis. Most of the
lawns are covered with a grass that
seems to be some kind of a coarse
jointed plant, that does not grow thiek
'y and evenly like bluegrass.
FEED YOU MONEY.
Feed Your Brain, and It Will Feed You
Money and Fame.
"Ever since boyhood 1 have been
especially fond of meats, and I am con
vinced I ate too rapidly, and failed to
masticate my food properly.
“The result was that I found myself,
a few years ago, afflicted with ailments
of the stomach, and kidneys, which in
terfered seriously with my business.
“At last I took the advice of friends
and began to eat Grape-Nuts Instead of
the heavy meats, etc., that had consti
tuted my former diet.
“I found that X was at once benefited
by the change, that I was soon relieved
from the heart-burn and the indiges
tion that used to follow my meals,
that the pains in my back from my
kidney affection had ceased, showing
that those organs had been healed, and
that my nerves, which used to be un
steady, and my brain, which was slow
and lethargic from a heavy diet of
meats and greasy foods, had, not in a
moment, but gradually, and none the
less surely, been restored to normal
efficiency. Now every nerve is steady
and my brain and thinking faculties
are quicker and more acute than for
years past.
“After iny old style breakfasts I
used to suffer during the forenoon from
n feeling of weakness which hindered
me seriously in my work, but since I
have begun to use Grape-Nuts food I
can work till dinner time with all
ease and comfort.” Name given by
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CHAPTER XI.—Continued.
These were not altoether of assur
ance. Though I had promised readily
enough to make my lie a truth, I saw
that all was yet contingent upon my
lady's viewing of the proposal. That
I could win her over I had some hope,
if only they would leave the task for
me. But there was room to fear that
this poor miser father would make it
all a thing of property and so provoke
her to resistance. And, notwithstand
ing what he said—that she would do ns
she was bid—I thought I knew her tem
per well enough to prophesy a hitch.
For I made sure of one thing, that if
she put her will against the world, the
world would never move her.
'Twas past midnight, with Tybee doz
ing in his chair, when next 1 heard
some stirrings in the corridor. As be
fore, it was the lifting of the wooden
bar that roused my friendly guard,
and when he went to parley at the
door I stood apart and turned my back.
When I looked again my company
was come. At the table, busied with a
ducal title deed for size, stood Gilbert
Stair and the factor-lawyer, Owen
Pengarvin. A little back of them the
good old Father Matthleu had Margery
on his arm. And in the corner Tybee
stood to keep the door.
I grouped them all in one swift eye
sweep, and having listed them, strove
to read some lessoning of my part in
my dear lady's face. She gave me
nothing of encouragement, nor yet a
cue of any kind to lead to what it was
that she would have me to say or do.
As I had seen it last, under the light of
the flaring torches in the room below,
her face was cold and still; and she
was standing motionless beside the
priest, looking straight at me, it seem
ed. with eyes that saw' nothing.
It was the factor-lawyer who broke
the silence, saying, with his predeter
mined smirk, that the parchment was
ready for my signature. Thinking it
well beneath me to measure words with
this knavish pettifogger, I looked be
yond him and spoke to his master.
“I would have a word or two in priv
ate with your daughter before this
matter ripens further, Mr. Stair,” I
said.
My lady dropped the priest's arm and
came to stand beside me in the win
dow-bay. I offered her a chair but she
refused to sit. There was so little time
to spare that I must needs begin with
out preliminary.
"What has your father told you,
Margery?” I asked.
“He tells me nothing that I care to
know.”
"But he has told you what you must
do?”
"Yes.” She looked with eyes that
saw me not.
“And you are here to do it of your
own free will?”
“No."
let it must De done.
"So he says, and so you say. But I
had rather die.”
“ ’Tis not a pleasing thing, I grant
you, Margery; notwithstanding, of our
two evils it is by far the less. Be
think you a moment; ’tis but the say
ing of a few words by the priest, and
the hearing of my name for some short
while till you can change it for a bet
ter.”
Her deep-welled eyes met mine, and
in them was a flash of anger.
”Js that what marriage means to
you. Captain Ireton?”
"No truly. But we have no choice.
’Tis this, or I must leave you in the
morning to worse things than the bear
ing of my name. I would it had not
thus been thrust upon us, but I could
see no other way.”
"See what comes of tampering with
the truth,” she said, and I could see
her short lip curl with scorn. “Why
should you lie and lie again, when any
one could see that it must come to this
—or worse?”
”1 saw it not," I said. "But had I
stopped to look beyond the moment’s
need and seen the end from the begin
ning, I fear I should have lied yet other
times. Your honor was at stake, dear
lady.”
"My honor!”—this in bitterest irony.
"What is a woman’s honor, sir, w'hen
you or any man has patched and sewed
and sought to make it whole again? I
will not say the word you’d have me
say!”
“But you must say it, Margery. ’Tis
but the merest form; you forget that
you will be a wife only in name. I
shall not live to make you rue it."
"You make me rue it now, before
hand. Mon Dieu! is a woman but a
thing, to stand before the priest and
plight her troth for ‘merest form?’
You'll make mo hate you while I live—
and after!"
"lou d hate me worse, Margery dear,
If I should leave you drowning in this
ditch. And I can bear your hatred for
some few hours, knowing that if I
sinned and robbed you, I did make
restitution as I could.”
She heard me through with eyelids
down and some fierce storm of passion
shaking her. And when she answered
her voice was low and soft; yet it cut
me like a knife.
“You drive me to it—listen, sir, you
drive me to it! And I have said that I
shall hate you for it. Come; ’tls but a
mockery, as you say; and they are
waiting.”
I sought to take her hand and lead
her forth, but this she would not suf
fer. She walked beside me, proud and
cold and scornful; stood beside me
while 1 sat and read the parchment
over. It was no marriage settlement;
it was a will, drawn out in legal form.
And in it I bequeathed to Margery
Ireton as her true jointure, not any
claim of mine to Appleby Hundred, but
the estate Itself.
I read it through as I have said, and,
looking across to these two plotters.
*he miser-master and his henchman,
smiled as I had never thought to Bmile
again.
"So,” said I, "the truth is out at last.
I wondered if the confiscation act had
left you wholly scatheless, Mr. Stair.
Well, I am content. I shall die the
easier for knowing that I have lain a
gu^st in my own house. Give me ‘the
pen.”
'Twas given quickly, and I signed the
will, with Tybee and the lawyer for
the witnesses; Margery standing by
the while and looking on: though not,
I made sure, with any realizing of the
business matter.
When all was done the priest found
his book, and we stood berore him;
the woman who had sworn to hate, and
the man who, loving her to full for
getfulness of death itself, must yet be
cold and formal, masking his love for
her dear sake, and for the sake of loy
alty to his friend. And here again
twas Tybee and the lawyer who were
the witnesses; the one well hated, and
the other loved if but for this; that
when the time came for the giving of
the ring he drew a gold band from his
little finger and made me take It and
use it.
And so that deed was done in gome
such sorry fashion ns the time and
pitted constrained: and had you stood
within the four walls of that upper
room you would have thought the chill
of death had touched us, and that the
low-voiced priest was shriving us the
while we knelt to take his benediction.
All through this farce—which was In
truth the grimmest of all tragedies—
my lady played her part as one who
walks In sleep; and at the end she let
her father lend her out with not a word
or look or sign to me.
You’d guess that I would take It
hard—her leaving of me thus, as I
made sure, for all eternity: and I did
take it hard. For when the strain w'as
oft and there was no one by to see or
hear save my good-hearted death
watch, I must needs go down upon my
knees beside the bed in childish weak
ness, and sob and choke and let the
hot tears come as I had not since at
this same bedside I had knelt a little
lad to take my mother's dying love.
XII.
HOW THE NEWS CAME TO UN
WELCOME EARS.
Though all the western quarter of
the sky was night-black and spungled
yet with stars, the dawn was graying
slowly in the east when Tybee roused
me.
"They have not come for you as
yet,” he said, “so I took time by the
forelock and passed the word for
breakfast. It heartens a man to eat
a bite and drink a cup of wine Just
on the battle’s edge. Will you sit and
let me serve you, Captain Ireton"
"That I will not,” said I, adding that
I would blithely share the breakfast
with him. Whereat he laughed and
dipt my hand, and swore I was a true
soldier and a brave gentleman to boot.
So we sat and hobnobbed at the ta
ble, and Tybee lighted ail the remnant
candle-ends and broached the wine
and pledged me In a bumper before we
fell to upon the cold haunch of veni
son.
My summons came when we had
shared the heel-tap of the bottle. It
was my toast to this kind-hearted
youngster, and we drained It standing
what time the stair gave back the
tread of marching men. Tybee crashed
his glass upon the floor and wrung
my hand across the table.
"Good-by. my captain; they have
come. God damn me, sir, I’ll swear
they might do worse than let you go,
for all your spying. You’ve carried
off tills matter with the lady as u gen
tleman should, and whilst I live she
shall not lack a friend. If you have
any word to leave for her—”
I shook my head. "No," said I: then,
on second thought: "And yet, there Is
a word. You saw how I must see the
matter through to shield the lady?”
"Surely; ’twas plain enough for any
one to see.”
"Then I shall die the easier If you
w’Ul undertake to make it plain to Rich
ard Jennifer. He must be made to
know that I supplanted him only In a
formal way, and that to save the lady's
honor.”
The lieutenant promised heartily,
and as he spoke the oaken bar was
lifted and my reprieve was at an end.
Having the thing to dispatch before
they broke their fast, my soldier hang
men marched me off without ado. The
house and all within it seemed yet
asleep, but out of doors the legion van
guard was astir, and newly kindled
camp-fires smoked and blazed among
the trees. In shortest space we left
these signs of life behind, and I began
to think toward the end.
'Tis curious how sweet this troubled
life of ours becomes when that day
wakes wherein it must be shuffled off!
As a soldier must, I thought I had held
life lightly enough; nay. this I know,
I had often worn It upon my sleeve in
battle. But now, when I was marching
forth to this cold-blooded end without
the battle chance to make it welcome,
all nature cried alound to me.
The dawn was not unlike that other
dawn a month past when I had ridden
down the river road with Jennifer; a
morning fair and fine, its cup abrlin
and running over with the wine cf life.
I thought the cool, moist air had never
seemed so sweet and fragrant; that na
ture’s garb had never seemed so blithe.
There was no hint or sign of death in
all the wooded prospect. The birds
were Ringing joyously; the squirrels,
scarce alarmed enough to scamper out
of sight, sat each upon his bough to
chatter at us as we passed. And once,
when we were filing through a bosky
dell with softest turf to muffle all our
treadlngs, a fox ran out and stood with
one uplifted foot, and was as still as
any stock or stone until he had the
scent of us.
A mile beyond the outfields of Apple
by Hundred we passed the legion pick
et line, and I began to wonder why we
went so far; wondered and made bold
to ask the ensign in command, turning
It into a grim jest and saying I mls
liked to come too weary to my end.
The ensign, a curst young popinjay,
as little officers cubs are like to be,
answered flippantly that the colonel
had commuted my sentence; that I was
to be shot like a soldier, and that far
enough afield so the volleying would
not wake the house.
So we fared on, and a hundred yards
beyond this point of question and reply
came out into an open grove of oaks;
then I knew where they had brought
me—and why. ’Twas the glade where
I had fought my losing battle with the
baronet. On its farther confines two
horses nibbled rein’s-length at the
grass, with Falconnet’s trooper serving
man to hold them, and, standing on
the very spot where he had thrust me
out, my enemy was waiting.
’Twas all pre-arranged, for when
the ensign had saluted he marched his
men a little way apart and drew them
up in line with muskets ported. But
at a sign from Falconnet two of the
men broke ranks and came to strap me
helpless with their belts. I smiled at
that, and would not miss the chance
to jeer.
"You are a sorry coward, Captain
Falconnet, as bullies ever are," I said.
"Would not your sword suffice against
a man with empty hands?”
He passed the taunt in silence, and
when the men had left me, said: "I
have come to speed your parting. Cap
tain Ireton. You are a thick-headed,
witless fool, as you have always been;
yet since you’ve blundered into serving
me I would not grudge the time to '
come and thank you.”
"I serve you?” I cried. "God knows !
I’d serve you up in collops at the table
of your master, the devil, could I but
stand before you with a carving tool!”
He laughed softly. “Always vengeful
and vindictive, and always because you
must ever mess and meddle with other
men’s concerns,” he retorted. “And
yet, I say, you’ve served me.”
"Tell me how, in God’s name, that I
may not die with that sin unrepented
of.”
"Oh,\in many small ways, but chiefly
in this'Affair with the little lady of
Appleby. m _ _ i
"Never!” I denied. "So far ns de
cent speech could compass It, I have
ever sought to tell her what a con
scienceless villain you arc."
He laughed again at that.
"You know women but Indifferently,
my captain, if you think to breach a
love affair by a cannonade of hard
words. But I ant in no humor to dis
pute with you. You have lost, and 1
have won, and, wore I not here to come
between, you’d look your last upon the
things of earth in shortest order, I do
assure you."
“You?—you come between?” I scoffed.
"You are all kinds of a knave. Sir
Francis, but your worst enemy never
accused you of being a fool!”
There was a look In his eyes that I
could never fathom.
"You are bitter hard. John Ireton—
bitter and savage and unforgiving.
You knew the wild blade of a half
score years ago, and now you’d make
the grown man pay scot and lot for
that same youngster's misdeeds. Have
you never a touch of human kindliness
in you?"
To know how this affected me you
must turn back to that place where I
have tried to picture out this man for
you. I said he had n gift to turn a
woman’s head or touch her heart. I
should have said that he could use this
gift at will on any one. For the mo
ment I forgot his cool disposal of me
in the talk with Captain Stuart; forgot
how he had lied to make me out a spy
and so had brought me to this pass.
So I could only say: "You killed my
friend, Frank Falconnet, and—”
"Tush!" said he. "That quarrel died
nine years ago. Your reviving of It
now Is but a mask."
"For what?” I asked.
“For your Just resentment In sweet
Margery's behalf. Believe It or not, ns
you like, but I could love you for that
blow you gave me, John Ireton. I had
been losing cursedly at cards that day,
and mine host’s wine had a dash of us
quebaugh in it, I dare swear. At any
rate, I knew not whnt it was I said till
Tybee said It over for me.”
"But the next morning you took a
cur’s advantage of me on this very spot
and ran me through," I countered.
"Name It what you will and let It go
at that. There was murder in your eye,
and you are the better swordsman.
You put me upon it for my life, and
when you gave me leave, I did not kill
you. as I might.”
"No, you reserved me for this."
"You forced my hand, John Ireton,"
he said, speaking low that the others
might not hear. "You had her ear from
day to day and used your privilege
against me. As an enemy who merely
sought my life for vengeance's sake I
could spare you, but us a rival—”
I laughed, and sanity began to come
again. "Make an end of It,” I said,
’i’d rather hear the muskets speak
than.”
For reply he took a folded paper
from his pocket and spread and held It
so that I might read. It was a letter
from my I.ord Cornwallis, directing
Captain Falconnet to send his prisoner.
Captain John Ireton, sometime lieuten
ant in the Royal Scots Blues, under
guard to his lordship's headquarters In
South Carolina.
"Can you read It?” he asked.
I nodded.
well, tins supersedes tne coionei s
sentence. If I say the word to Knslgn
Farquharson you will be remanded."
“To be shot or hanged a little later,
I suppose?”
"No. Have you any notion why my
Lord Charles Is sending for you?”
"No,” said I, In my turn; and, In
deed, I had not.
“He knows your record as an officer
and would give you a chance to ’list
in your old service.'
“I would not take it—at your hands
or his.’
"You’d best take it. But in any
event, you'll have your life and honor
able safe-conduct beyond the lines.”
"Make an end,” I said again. ”1 un
derstand you will obey his lordship's
order, or disregard it, as your own in
terest directs. What would you have
me do?”
“A very little thing to weigh against
a life. Mr. Gilbert Stair is my very
good friend.”
I let that go uncontradicted.
“Hist title to the estate is secure
enough, as you know, but you can
make it better,” he went on.
ThiB saying of his told me what I
had only guessed, that as yet he had
not been admitted into Gilbert Stair’s
full confidence; also that he had no
hint of what had taken place In my
chamber some hour or two past mid
night. At that, a joy fierce like pain
came to thrill me.
“Go on,” Bald I.
"Your route to Camden lies through
Charlotte. Your guard will give you
time and opportunity to execute a quit
claim In Mr. Stair’s favor."
“Is that all?” I asked.
"No; after that our ways must lie
apart—or yours and Margery's, at all
events. Give me your word of honor
that you relinquish any claim you
have, upon her, and I pass this letter on
to the ensign."
"And if I refuse?”
(Continued Next Week.)
A CHESS-PLAYING TOWN.
One of the Requirement* of Every In
habitant of Village in Hungary.
There Is In Hungary a village prob
ably unique among the world’s towns.
In that It not only encourages chess as
a pastime, but Insists that the king of
games shall be played by every man,
woman and child in the place.
It Is just as necessary in this out-of
the-world spot for the Inhabitants to
be proficient chess players as it is for
them to be able to read, write and
cipher. Prizes are given to the school
children for proficiency in chess.
Problems are given to the scholars
that they are expected to take home
and work out In their spare hours In
addition to their other tasks.
Hungary has long been famous for
her chess players. Indeed, this little
village has, as can be well understood,
turned out more than one player who
has been considered fit to rank
with such giants as Lasker, Stelnltz or
T-chigorln.
Every Christmas a great tournament
is held In the village, and the burgo
master gives prizes for the best Ju
venile and adult players.
Could Have Waited.
New York Times: A certain suburb
anite was accustomed to bring home
some little remembrance for his little
girl, who always ran up to him and put
her hand In his pocket expectantly.
Once, however, he was delayed, and
at the last moment found that he could
not catch the express train that he al
ways took if he stopped to purchase
anything. When upon his arrival home
his little daughter started to put her
hand in his pocket he shook his head.
’’I had to disappoint you tonight,
dear,” he said, and seeing her quivering
lip, he went on:
”It was this way. At the last moment
a man came into my office, which kept
me later than usual, and I only Just had
time to catch my train. Now, If I had
stopped as usual to get you something.
I would have had to wait an hour for
another train, which would have made
me get home too late for dinner.”
His daughter thought a moment, and
s&ld:
“Well, papa, 1 could have waited.”
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tried and true remedy, Lydia E. Pink
ham’s Vegetable Compound at once re
moves such troubles.
No other medicine in the world hae
received such widespread and unqual
fied endorsement. No other medicine
has such a record of cures of female
troubles. Refuse to buy any substitute.
FREE ADVICE TO WOMEN
Remember, every woman is cordially
Invited to write to Mrs. Pinkham if
there 1* anything about her symptom*
she does not understand. Mrs. Pink
ham’s address is Lynn, Mass., her
advice is free and cheerfully given to
every ailing woman who asks for ifc.
Her advice and medicine have restored,
to health more than one hundred thou
sand women.
Ask Mrs. Pinkham's Advice-A Woman Best understands a tv
Facts Are Stubborn Things
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Uniform excellent quality for OV8T a quarter of a
Century has steadily increased the sales of LION COFFEE,
The leader of all package coffees.
Lion Coffee I
is now used in millions of homes. Such
popular success speaks for itself. It is a
positive proof that LION COFFEE has the
Confidence of the people.
The uniform quality of LION
COFFEE survives all opposition.
LION COFFEE keep* Its old Irlcnds and
makes new ones every day.
LION COFFEE h even more
than Its Strength, Flavor and Qual
ity to commend It. On arrival from
the plantation. It Is carefully roast
ed at our factories and securely
packed In 1 lb. sealed packages, 4
and not opened again until needed
for use In the home. This precludes
the possibility of adulteration or contact with germs, dirt,
dust. Insects or unclean hands. The absolute purity of
LION COFFEE Is therefore guaranteed to the consumer.
Bold only in 1 lb. packages. Lion-head on every package
gave these Lion-heads for valuable premiums.
SOLD BY GROCERS EVERYWHERE
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iw I N C n E » T E R
“NEW RIVAL" BLACK POWDER SHELLS ■
The most successful hunters shoot Winchester R
“ New Rival “ Factory Loaded Shotgun I
Shells, blue in color, because they can kill R
more game with them. Try them and you R
will find that they are sure fire, give good ■
pattern and penetration and are satisfactory I
in every way. Order Factory Loaded “ New R
Rival “ Shells. Don’t accept any substitute. I
ALL DEALERS S E L L T H E M R
CALIFORNIA.
You will get, direct from each of 96 Pa
cific Coast Chambers of Commerce and
absolutely FREE, descriptive BOOK
LETS, beautiful SOUVENIRS and mag
nlflcent VIEWS, If you send me $1.00 for
service of placing your address on mailing
lists of those organisations. A. G. Grant,
Fortuna, Cal. Reference: Bank of Port
una.
For Sale—640 acres. Improved In
wheat belt of Alberta; near etatlSh. For
particulars address Geo. B. Wright, Air
drie, Alberta. Canada.
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InradiUll Waahlnston, I».C£
*Successfully Prosecutes Claim*
Late Principal Examiner U S. Pension
3 tre in civil war. 15 adi udlcatlna claims, alii sftMfe
8l0UX CITY P'T’G c°.. 1,089—23, 1M6>
CUKES WHERE *11 UJI Milt. I
Cough Syrup. Tastes Good. Dm |
In time. Sold by druggists.
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