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What isPe=ru-na? Is it a Catarrh Remedy, or a Tonic, or is it Both? Some people call Peruna a great tonic. Others refer to Peruna as a great catarrh remedy. Which of these people are right? Is it more proper to call Peruna a catarrh remedy than to call it a tonic? Our reply is, that Peruna is both a tonic and a catarrh remedy. Indeed, there can be no effectual catarrh remedy that is not also a tonic. In order to thoroughly relieve any case of catarrh, a remedy must not only have a specific action on the mucous membranes affected by the ca tarrh, but it must have a general tonic action on the nervous system. Catarrh, even in persons who are otherwise strong, is a weakened condi tion of some mucous membrane. There must be something to strengthen the circulation, to give tone to the arteries, and raise the vital forces. Perhaps no vegetable remedy in the world has attracted so much at tention, from medical writers as HYDRASTIS CANADENSIS. The wonderful efficacy of this herb has been recognized many years, and is growing in its hold upon the medical profession. When joined with CUBEBS and COPAIBA a trio of medical agents is formed in Peruna which constitutes a specific remedy for catarrh that in the present state of medical progress cannot be improved upon. This action reinforced by such renowned tonics as COLLINSQNIA CANADENSIS, CORYDALIS FORMOSA and CEDRON SEED, ought to make this compound an ideal remedy for catarrh in all its stages and* locations in the body. From a theoretical standpoint, therefore, Peruna is beyond criticism. The use of Peruna, confirms this opinion. Numberless testimonials from every quarter of the earth furnish ample evidence that this judgment is not over enthusiastic. When practical experience confirms a well-grounded theory the result is a truth that cannot be shaken. v. : a CORED ' $ The Circulation Stimulated and the Muscles and Joints g^ lubricated by using I Slo&JV’S 1 Lirvimexvt SjTvY Price 25c 50cS$l.00 Sold by all Dealers V Mf "Sloans Treatise On The Horse”Sent Free :jl Address Dr. Earl S.SIoan,Boston,Mass. Just to Please the Girl. From the New York Tribune. A young woman called at a house where a* maid was wanted. She asked the mis tress of the house if they had any chil dren, to which she replied that they had five. "Then I can’t work for you," said the girl. ’’Oh. do stay.” said the woman. “We will kill the children!” Snfe, Sore and Speedy. No external remedy ever yet devised lias so fully and unquestionably met these three prime conditions as successfully as Allcock’s Plasters. They are safe because they contain no deleterious drugs and are manufactured upon scientific principles of medicine. They are sure because nothing goes into them except ingredients which are exactly adapted to the purposes for which a plaster is required. They are speedy in their action because their medi cinal qualities go right to their work of relieving pain and restoring the natural end healthy performance of the functions cf muscles, nervfs and skin. Allcock’s Plasters are the original and genuine porous plasters and like most meritorious articles have been extensively Imitated, therefore always make sure and get the genuine Allcock’s. The Club System. From the Cleveland Plain Dealer. "How do you keep your husband from going to the club?” inquired the bride, who was just emerging from the honeymoon. “Easy,” replied the seasoned ma tron: ”1 keep a club for him at home.” enplA additional miles of railway this year i]iive opened up a largely increased ter ritory to the progressive farmers of Western Canada, and the Government of the Dominion continues to give 160 Acres free I* Every Settler. The Country Has No Superior * Coal, wood and water in abundance; churches and schools convenient; markets easy of access; taxes low; climate the best in the northern tem perate zone. Law and order prevails everywhere. For advice and information address the Superintendent of Immigration, Ottawa. Canada, or the authorized Canadian Government Agent, W. P. Scott, Superintendent of Immigration, Ottawa. Canada, or K. T. Holmes, 315 Jackson St..St. Paul, Minn.pi. M. MacLacnlan, Box 116 Watertown. South Dakota, and W. V. Bennett, fcoi New York Life Building, Omaha, Neb., Authorized Government Agents Pleaso 6uy where you saw this advertisement. A Positive CURE FOR CATARRH. Ely’s Cream Balm is quickly absorbed. Ralief at Once. It cleanses, soothes, heals and protects the diseased membrane. It cures Catarrh and drives away a Cold in the Head quickly. Restores the SenBcs of Taste and Smell. Full size 50 cts. at Druggists or by mail) Trial size 10 cts. bv mail. Elv Druthers, 56 Warren Street, New York. NEURONA—Positively relieves FA CIAL NEURALGIA. A trial is convinc ing. By mall 50c. The Neurona Tablet Co., 504 Grand Ave., Milwaukee, Wis. SIOUX CITY P’T'G CO., 1,172—2, 1907 f Race Suicide Rebuked. An old southern "mammy" recently came north to visit the grandchildren of her one time foster son. On a cer tain evening she was entertained by the young people with riddles. "And now, mammy,” said one of the little ones, “it’s your turn.” Mammy was not to be outdone. “Chile,” she said to her interlocutor, “I’se got er riddle. I'm er twin an’ I’se got eight sisters, no brudders, an’ we was only havin' three birthdays. How come dat?” The children could not guess this in tricate riddle. Mammy guffawed. "Hits like dis," said she, "I war a twin to my one sister. Dat’s one birth day. My mother had twins fust. Then she had tripods. After dat she had quadrupeds. See hit?” BLOATED WITH DROPSY. The Heart Was Badly Affected When the Patient Began lining Doan’s Kidney Pill*. Mrs. Elizabeth Maxwell, of 415 West Fourth St., Olympia, Wash., says: “For over three years I suffered with a dropsical cowls . tiou without be . lug aware that it was due to kidney trouble. The early stages were principally backache and bearing down pain, but I went along without worrying much until dropsy set in. My feet and ankles swelled up, my hands puffed and be came so tense I could hardly close them. I had great difficulty in breath ing, and my heart would flutter with the least exertion. I could not walk far without stopping again and again to rest. Since using four boxes of Doan's Kidney Pills the bloating has gone down and the feelings of dis tress have disappeared.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. How Did He Know? From Exchange. After dinner, when the ladles had gone upstairs, the men, over their coffee and cigars, talked as men will, of love. All of a sudden the host cried in a loud voice: “I will tell you, gentlemen, this is the truth: I have kissed the dainty Japanese girl. I have kissed the South Sea island maiden. I have kissed the slim Indian beauty. And the girls of England, of Ger j. many, even of America, I have kissed, but ! -1 is most true that to kiss my wife is best | of all.” Then a young man cried across the table: “By Heaven, sir, you are right there!” PILES CURED IN 6 TO 14 DAYS. PAZO OINTMENT Is guaranteed to cure any case of Itching, Blind, Bleeding or Protrud ing Piles in (1 to 14 da vs or money refunded. 50c. A Warm One. From Puck. Eskimo Suitor—Yes, my love; I have ten sleds, fifty dogs, a hundreds tons of l blubber, and ' Pa Eskimo—Aurora, tell that young man to stop letting off so much hot air. I’m afraid he’ll melt the house. i Wlnuiow’i sooth nco wtbcp ror Children teething; soften* the {rums, reduce* inftamnuuioo. *t. v«jb paiu. cure* wind coiic. £> cent a bottle Slow Time Assured. From the New York Weekly. Mrs. Jinks—“Yes, I’ve sent Sims, the I colored man, for the doctor.” Mrs. Btnks—“Sent Sims? Mercy me! He won't get there for two hours. He used to hotel waiter.” (Si — I ^^BI (Copyright. 1905. by the Bobbs-MerrlU Co.) 11[ 15he Deluge Soon Anita appeared—preceded nnd heralded by a faint rustling from soft and clinging skirts, that swept my nerves like a love tune. I suppose for all men there Is a charm, a spell,beyond expression, In the sight of a delicate, beautiful young woman, especially If she be dressed in those tine fabrics that look as If only a fairy loom could have woven them; and when a man loves the woman who bursts upon his vision, that spell must overwhelm him, espec ially If he be such a man as was 1 — a product of life’s roughest factories, hard and harsh, an elbower and a trampler, a hustler and a bluffer. Then : you must also consider the exact cir cumstances—X standing there, with de struction hanging over me, with the sense that within a few hours I should be a pariah to her, a masquerader strip ped of his disguise and cast out from the ball where he had been making so merry and so free. Only a few j hours more! Perhaps now was the last time I should ever stand so near to her! The full realization of all this swallowed me up as in a great, thick, black mist. And my arms strained to escape from my tightly locked hands, , strained to seize her, to snatch from j her, reluctant though she might be, at i least some part of the happiness that was to be denied me. I think my torment must have some how penetrated to her. For she was sweet and friendly—and she could not have hurt me worse! If I had followed my Impulse I should have fallen at her feet and burled my face, scorching. In the folds of that pale blue, faintly shimmering robe of hors. “Do throw away that huge, hideous cigar," she said, laughing. And she took two cigarettes from the box, put both between her lips, lit them, held one toward me. I looked at her face, and along her smooth, bare, out stretched arm, and at the pink, slender fingers holding the cigarette. I took It j as If I were afraid tho spell would be j broken, should my fingers touch hers. | Afraid—that’s it! That’s why I didn’t j pour out all that was in m# heart. I | deserved to lose her. i hi laKing you uiviiy rrom me rim ers," I said. We could hear the mur mur of many voices and of music. In fancy I could see them assembled round the little card tables—the well fed bodies, the well-cared-for sldns, the elaborate toilets, the useless Jew eled hands—comfortable, secure, self satisfied, idle, always idle, always play ing at the Imitation games—like their own pampered children, to be sheltered In fbc nurseries of wealth their whole lives through. And not at all In bit terness, but wholly In sadness, a sense of the injustice, the unfairness of it all—a sense that had been strong In me In my youth but blunted during the years of my busy prosperity—returned for a moment. For a moment only; my mind was soon back to realities— to her and me—to "us." How soon It j would never be "us” again! "They're mamma's friends," Anita I was answering. “Oldish and tiresome, i When you leave I shall go straight on up to bed.” I “I'd like to—to see your room—where you live,” said I, more to myself than i to her. "I sleep In a bare little box,” she re plied with a laugh. "It's like a cell. A friend of ours who has the anti-germ fad insisted on it. But my sitting room , Isn't so bad.” i "Langdon has the anti-germ fad," ! said I. She answered “Yes” after a pause, J and In such a strained voice that I j looked at her. A flush was Just dying out of her face. “He was the friend I spoke of.” she went on. “You know him very well?” I asked. "We’ve known him—always,” said she. "I think he’s one of my earliest recollections. His father's summer place and ours adjoin. And once—I guess It's the first time I remember seeing him—he was a freshman at Harvard, and he came along on a horse past the pony cart In which a groom was driving me. And I—I was very lit tle then—I begged him to take me up, and he did. 1 thought he was the greatest, most wonderful man that ever lived.” She laughed queerly. “When I said my prayers, I used to imagine a god that looked like him to say them to." I echoed her laugh heartily. The Idea of Mowbray Langdon as a god struck me as peculiarly funny, though natural enough, too. "Absurd, wasn’t It?” said she. But her face was grave, and she let her cigarette die out. “I guess you know him better than that now?” "Yes—better," she answered, slowly and absently. “He’s—anything but a god!” Ana tne more fascinating on that account,” said I. "I wonder why wom en like best the really bad, dangerous sort of man, who hasn’t any respect for them, or for anything.” I said this that she might protest, at least for herself. But her answer was a vague, musing, "I wonder—I wonder.” “I’m sure you wouldn't,” I protested earnestly, for her. She looked at me queerly. "Can I never convince you that I’m Just a woman?” said she mockingly. “Just a woman, and one a man with your ideas of women would fly from.” ”1 wish you were!” I exclaimed. "Then—I’d not find It so—so impossible to give you up,” She rose and made a slow tour of the room, halting on the rug before the closed fireplace a few feet from me. I sat looking at her. "I am going to give you up,” I said at last. Her eyes, staring Into vacancy, grew larger and intenser witli each long, deep breath she took. ”1 didn’t intend to say what I'm about to say—at least, not this even ing," I went on, and to me it seemed to he some other than myself who was speaking. "Certain things happened down town today that have set me to thinking. And—I shall do whatever I can for yeur brother and your father. But you—you are free!” She went to the table, stood there In profile to me, straight and slender as a sunflower stalk. She traced the sil ver chasings in the lid of the cigArette box with her forefinger; then she took a cigarette and began rolling It slowly and absently. "Please don't scent and stain your fingers with that filthy tobacco,” said I rather harshly. "And only this afternoon you were saying you had become recon ciled to my vice—that you had canonized it along with me—wasn’t that your phrase?" Tills indifferently, with out turning toward me. and as If she were thinking of something else. "So I have," retorted I. “But my mood—please oblige me this once." She let the clgaret full into" the tx>x. closed the lid gently, leaned against tne table, folded her arms unon her bosom J and looked full nt me. I wan an acutely conscious of her every movement, of the very coming and going of the breath at her nostrils, as a man on the operating table Is conscious of the slightest ges ture of the surgeon. "You ore—suffering!” she said, and her voice w as like the flow of oil upon a burn. "I have never seen you like this. 1 didn't believe you capable of— of much feeling.” I could not trust myself to speak. If Hob Corey could have looked In on that scene, could have understood It. how amazed he would have been! "What happened dow'n town today?” she went on. "Tell me, If I may know.” "I'll tell you what I didn't think, ten minutes ago, I'd tell any human being,” snld 1. "They've got me strapped down In the press. At ten o’clock In the morn ing—precisely nt ten—they're going to put on the screws.” I laughed. "I guess they’ll have me squeezed pretty dry before noon.” She shivered. “So, you see,” I continued, "I don’t deserve any credit for giving you up. 1 only anticipate you by about twenty four hours. Mine's a death-bed repent ance.” "I'd thought of that,” said she re flectively. Presently she added: "Then, It Is true.” And I knew Sammy had given her some hint that prepared her for my confession. "Yes—I can't go blustering through the matrimonial market," replied I. "Ive been thrown out. I'm a beggar at the gates." "A beggar at the gates," she mur mured. I got up and stood looking down at her. "Don't pity me!” I snld. "My re mark was a figure of speech. I want no alms. I wouldn't take even you as alms. They’ll probably get me down, and stamp the life out of me—nearly. Hut not quite—don’t you lose sight of that. They can’t kill me, and they can’t tame me. I'll recover, and I'll strew the street with their blood and broken bones.” She drew In her breath sharply. "And a minute ago I was almost lik ing you!” she exclaimed. I retreated to my chair and gave her a smile that must have been grhn. "Your ideas of life and of men are like a cloistered nun’s,” said I. "If there are any real men among your ac quaintances, you may find out some day that they're not much like lapdogs as they pretend—and that you wouldn’t like them, if they were.” "What—just what—happened to you down town today—after you left me?" "A friend of mine has been luring me into a trap—why, I can't quite fathom. Today he sprang the trap and ran away.” A iriena or yours: "The man we were talking about— your ex-god—Langdon.” "Langdon,” she repeated, and her tone told me that Sammy knew and had hinted to her more than I sus pected him of knowing. And, with her arms RtiU folded, she paced up and down the room. I watched her slender feet in pale blue slippers appear and disappear—first one, then the other— at the edge of her trailing skirt. Pres ently she stopped in front of me. Her eyes were gazing past me. "You are sure it was he?" she asked. I could not answer Immediately, so amazed was I at her expression. I had been regarding her as a being above and apart, an incarnation of youth and innocence; with a shock it now came to me that she was experi enced, intelligent, that she understood the whole of life, the dark as fully as the light, and that she was capable to live it, too. It was not a girl that was questioning me there; it was a woman. "Yes—Langdon,” I replied. "But I've no quarrel with him. My reverse is nothing but the fortune of war. I as sure you, when I see tiim again, I’ll be as friendly as ever—only a bit less of a trusting ass, I fancy. We’re a lot of free lances down in the street. We fight now on one side, now on the other. We change sides whenever it's expedi ent; and under the code it's not neces sary to give warning. Today, before I knew he was the assassin, I had made my plans to try to save myself at ills expense, though I believed him to be the best friend I had down town. No doubt lie's got some good reason for creeping up on me in the dark.” "You aro sure it was he?” she re peated. “He, and nobody else,” replied I. "He decided to do me up—and I guess he'll succeed. He’s not the man to lift his gun unless he’s sure the bird will fall.” "Do you really not care any more than you show?” she asked. "Or is your manner only bravado—to show off before me?” “I don't care a damn, since I'm to lose you,” said I. "It’ll be a godsend to have a hard row to hoe the next few months or years." She w'ent back to leaning against the table, her arms folded as before. I saw she was thinking out something. Finally she said; “I have decided not to accept your release.” I sprang to my feet. “Anita!” I cried, my arms stretched toward her. But she only looked coldly at me, folded her arms the more tightly and said: “Do not misunderstand me. The bar gain is the same as before, if you want me on those terms I must—give myself." "Why?” I asked. A faint smile, with no mirth In It, drifted round the corners of her mouth. “An Impulse," she said. ''I don’t quite understand it myself. An impulse from —from-” Her eyes and her thoughts were far away, and her expression was the one that made It hardest for me ■ to believe she Was a child of those parents of hers. "An Impulse from a sense of justice—of decency. I am the cause of your trouble, and I daren’t be a coward and a cheat.” She repeated the last words. "A coward—a cheat! We—I—have taken much from you, more than you know. It must be re paid. If you still wish, I will—will keep to my bargain.” "It's true, I'd not have got into the mess,” said I. “If I’d been attending to business instead of dangling after'you. I But you’re not responsible for that folly.” She tried to speak several limes, be fore she finally succeeded In saying: “It's my fault. I mustn't shirk." I studied her, but I couldn't puzzle ; her out. "I’ve been thinking all along that you were simple and transparent," I said, i "Now', I see you are a mystery. What : are you hiding from mo?" ■ Her smile was almost coquettish as (.she replied: | ' ji makes u mystery, of herself to a man, It’s for the man'a good." I took her hand—almost timidly. "Anita,” I said, "do you still—dislike me?” "I do not—and shall not—love you," she answered. "But you are—" "More endurable?" I suggested, as she hesitated. "Less unendurable," she said with raillerv. Then she added, "Bess unen durable than profiting by a—creeping up In the dark." I thought I understood her better than she understood herself. And sud denly my pnsslon melted In a tender ness I would have said was as foreign to me ns rain to a desert. I noticod that she had a haggard look. "You aro very tired, child." said I. "Good night. I am a different man from what I wa» when I came in here.” "And I a different woman," said she, a beauty shining from her that was as far beyond her physical beauty as—aa love Is beyond passion. “A nobler, better woman,” I ex claimed, kissing her hand. She snatched It away. "If you only knew!" she cried. "It seems to me, as I realize what sort of woman I am, that I am almost worthy of you!” And she blazed a look nt me that left mo rooted there, astounded. But I went down the avenue with a light heart. "Just like a woman,” I was saying to myself cheerfully, "not to know her own mind.” A few blocks, and I stopped and laughed outright—at Bnngdon's treach ery. at my own credulity. "What an ass I've been making of myself!” said I to myself. And I could see myself ns I really had been during those months of social struggling—an ass, braying and gamboling in a lion's skin —to Impress the ladles! "But not wholly to no purpose,' I reflected, again all in a glow at thought of Anita. XIX. A WINDFALL FROM "GENTLEMAN JOE." I went to my rooms, purposing to go straight to bed, and get a good sleep. I did make a start toward undressing; then I realized that I should only lie awake with my brain wearing mo out, spinning crazy thoughts and schemes hour after hour——for my Imagination rarely lets It do any effective thinking after the lights aro out and tho limi tations of material things aro wipod I away by tho darkness. I put on a dressing gown and seated myself to smoko and to read. When I was very young, now to Now York, In with tho tenderloin crowd and up to all sorts of pranks, I onco tried opium smoking. I don’t think I over heard of anything in those days with out giving It a try. Usually, I believe, opium makes tho smoker 111 the first time or two; but It had no such effect on me, nor did It fill my mind with fan tastic visions. On tho contrary. It made everything around mo Intensely real— that Is, it enormously stimulated my dominant characteristic of accurate ob servation. I noticed tho slightest de tails—such things as the slight differ ence in the length of the arms of tho' Chinaman who kept the “Joint," tho number of buttons down the front of the waist of the girl In the bunk op posite mine, across tho dingy, little,, sweet-scented room. Nothing escaped me, and also I was conscious of each, passing second, or, rather, fraction of a second. As a rule, time and events, even when one Is quietest, go with such a rush that ons notes almost nothing of what is passing. The opium seemed to com pel the kaleidoscope of life to turn more' slowly; in fact, It sharpened my senses so that they unconsciously took lm-, presslons many times more quickly and oaslly and accurately. As I sat there that night after leaving Anita, forcing my mind to follow the printed lines, I found I was In exactly tho state In which I had been during my ono exper iment with opium. It seemed to me that as many days as there had been hours must have elapsed since I got the news of the raised Textile divi dend. Days—yes, weeks, even months, of thought and action seemed to havo been compressed Into those six hours— for, as I sat there, it was not yet 11 o’clock. And then I realized that this notion was not of the moment, but that I had been as if under the influence of some powerful nerve stimulant since my brain began to recover from the shock of that thunderbolt. Only, where nerve stimulants often make the mind pas sive and disinclined to take part In the drama so vividly enacting before It, this opening of my reservoirs of re serve nervous energy had multiplied my power to act as well as my power to observe. "I wonder how long It will last,” thought I. And It made me uneasy, this unnatural alertness, unac companied by any feverishness or sense of strain. "Is this the way madness begins’” (Continued Next Week.) Where Information Came High. From Harper's Weekly. Andrew Jackson S-, appointed sur veyor general of Montana Territory by President Grant, arrived In Helena, the capital, early In the seventies. His mil itary record and his genial manner made him a great favorite with every body. Towards the end of his term, feeling in duty bound to make a spe cial effort to show his appreciation of the hospitality he had enjoyed, he de cided to give a banquet to his Helena friends. He completed Ills program for the function, but the providing of the right sort of liquid refreshment worried him somewhat. Finally deciding upon champagne frappe as the proper thing, but in doubt how to prepare It, he re membered an old war comrade. Colonel C-, who had always shown himself an expert in supplying good cheer at headquarters on festive occasions. Knowing the latter’s address, he wired him as follows: Helena, Mont., 187—. Colonel C-, -Street, New York. Wire me your receipt for making champagne frappe? Answer paid. (Sig.) A. J. S-. In due time came the reply: New York, 187—. General A. J. S-. Helena, Montana. Freeze It, you d——d fool. (Sig.) C-. Telegraph tolls were rather high li. Montana In those days, and the infor mation cost him just $5.50. Foolish Women. From the New York Weekly. Mr. Clubman (entering the dining room)—And so you couldn’t be down town three hours without stopping to get a lunch? Cost 30 or 40 cents. I’ll be bound. It docs beat all how wom en throw away money, lly the way, you don't call Ibis supper, do you? Mrs. C.--I suppose it is tho best the new girl could get up ou such short notice. Mr. C.—Huh! Catch me sitting down to that table. I'm going around to the club. A Small Matter. "Oul, madaine Is ill. but zo doctor liaf pronounce it something very trifling, very small, said tlio French maid to an inquir ing friend. “Oh. i am so relieved, for l was really anxious nbuut her." replied the friend. “What does the doctor say ttio trouble is'.'” "Net me leeall: it was something very leetlr," answered the French maid. “Oh, 1 have it new! /i doctor says -e madams hast we smiLlu’cv.” Tho Knoek-ont Blow. The blow which knocked out Corbet* was a revelation to the prize fighters. From tho earliest days of the ring the knock-out blow was aimed for the Jaw, tho templo or the Jugular vein. Stomach punches were thrown In to worry and weary tho fighter, but If a scientific man had told one of tho old fighters that the most vulnerable spot was tho region of tho stomach, he’d have laughed at him for an Ignoramus. Dr. Plerco is bringing home to the public a parallel fact; lha* thq stomach!Is tho most vulnerable organ out oPlhc prlge ring as well as In it. We protect pur haJhs, throats, feet and lungag but theS)MKihlNwe are utterly lndlffei*: I ent to, until diseh§\finds the solar plexu* and knocks us out!" Make your stomach SP.UM.iUHl Stratum bvfhe, Ib.-Lc.^sJlQl<ieq. AltHlicarjlIscovery. an|| you |n-v^a.yinu^UlU^r rnosU'Jtf.lf>J^ able soot, "Golden Medical Discovery* | cures "weak stomach," indigestion, or 1 dyspepsia, torpid liver, bad, thin and Im-1 pure blood and other diseases of the or gans of digestion and nutrition. Tho "Golden Medical Discovery * has m ! specific curative effect upon all mucous surfaces and hence cures catarrh, no matter where located or what stage It) I may havo reached. In Nasal Catarrh it is weil to cleanse the passages with DrJ I Sago’s Catarrh Remedy fluid while using the "Discovery ” as a constitutional renv' ody. I Hi)/ tho "Golden Medical Discov ery ’’ cures catarrhal diseases, as of the* stomach, bowels, bladder and other pelvic organs will bo plain to yon if you will road a booklet of extracts from tho writ ings of eminent medical authorities, en-. dorslng its ingredients and explaining! I their curative properties. It is mailed! I free, on request. Address Dr. R.V. Plercey Buffalo, N. Y. This booklet gives all the! Ingredients entering into Dr. Pierce5#! medicines from which it will be seen that I they contain not a drop of alcohol, pure,' triple-refined glycerine being used Instead.' Dr. Pierce’s groat thousand-page Blue i trated Common Sense Medical Adviser will bn sent free, paper-bound, for 31 one I cent stamps, nr cloth-bound for 31 stamps. Address Dr. Pierce as above. Self-Seekers. Bernard K. Green, the well known con-’ i lultlng engineer of Washington, sold tho j Dthcr day, In a discussion of the n«nr i Pennsylvania capltol, which he helped to» ouild: . “The trouble with every question Is that I pclf-seeklng enters into It. Were there i nelf-seekers, the world would be a very** | Utopia. But as It Is-* I He smiled. | “Why, yesterday,“ he said, “In talk ! iibout filtration In a cafe, I heard a well Crossed man say earnestly: | “ ‘I maintain that all water used for Urlnklng and culinary purposes should he Dolled at least one hour.’ “ ‘You are a physician, I presume?* said i thin man, respectfully. “ ‘No, sir,’ was the reply. ‘I am a coal Scaler.’ “ ALMOST A SOLID SORE. ! Skin Dliifaie from Illrth—l\»rtnn<a( Spent on Her Without Benefit Doctor Cured Her with Cutlcura. "I have a couBln In RocklnghaW County, who once had a skin disea a* from her birth until she was six year* of age. Her father had spent a for tune on her to get her cured and non* of the treatments did her any good. Old I)r. G- suggested that he try the Cutlcura Remedies, which ha did. When he commenced to use it the child, wus almost a solid scab. He had used it about two months and the child, was well. I was there when they com menced to use your Cutlcura Reme dies. I stayed that week and then re turned home and stayed two week* and then went back and stayed wltlx them two weeks longer, and when I> went home I could hardly believe she was the same child. Her skin was as soft as a baby’s without a scar on It 1 have not seen her in seventeen years, but I have heard from her and the last time I heard from her she was well. Mrs. W. P. Ingle, Burlington, N. 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