NEW YORK WOMEN THIN.
A real prince from far off Syria has
come to this country for the purpose
of studying American women, and after
a. careful comparison with the women
mf other countries he has decided that
the average woman, especially in New
York Is too thin.
The prince, who is distinguished, not
only by his rank, but by a professional
tiiie list vve»i, preiers them lit, and his
advice to Americans is to take a little
more time to living, rest occasionally
arid add 100 pounds or two at the same
time to their weight. Prince Tewflk
Bo lam a Is more proud of his medical
profession than he is of belonging to
the nobility. He says In Syria women
prefer brains to titles and he suggests
that It might be wise If the American
women would for an example to their
eastern sisters, whose standards he
considers much more worthy. He tiiinks
tt Would he well for them to adopt also
the fashions of the Syrian women. They
have no wrinkles, he says, they have
no worries. They spend their days in
Accordance to the old adage, "Laugh
and grow fat."
"Fatness is a mark of beauty," I>r.
Tewflk says, "and the most beautiful
face is that which is round and full like
the moon when she Is in her glory. In
America the women are forever steam
ing their faces, dieting, and perform
ing nil kinds of acrobatic stunts to get
rid of a few' pounds when if they only
knew It every one they lose they are
eartlng with just that amount of
eauty. In Syria wre think every wom
an who has any claim on beauty at all
must weigh at least 175 pounds, and
the woman who so rolls in fat that she
Is what you Americans call a regular
"bunch of pork" would In our country
be considered much better to look at
than the one who is all bones and
Angles."
Black moles Is another mark of
beauty in Syria and the face that has
too or three of these little blemishes are
the ones that poets sing praises to and
lovers show'er with their adoration.
Obedient.
General Sherman once possessed an Irish
servant whose forte was asking question!
And trying to And out the why and where
fore of everything he was told to do. Dur
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•d the general and told him that his favor
ite horse, floss, had been struck by a can
non ball and killed.
Calling his Irish servant the general
•aid, "Go skin Ross."
"Why, ilr, is Ross dead?" began the
man
General Sherman rose up in his wrath,
•aying: "Never mind whether lie is dead
or not—I told you to go out and skin him "
The man returned about three hours lut
•r and Sherman hailed him with the
words: "Where have you been? Does It
take you three hours to skin a horse?"
"No," answered Mike, "but it took me
about two hours to catch him."
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She gave me a look that was meant I
to scorch—and it did. But 1 showed at
me sun ace no sign of how I was wine- |
lng and shrinking.
She drew farther Into her corner, and
out of Its darkness came, in a low
voice: "How I hate you!" like the whis
per of a bullet.
XXII!
A HOUSEWARMING.
Joe's daughter staying on and on at
Dawn Hill, was chief lieutenant, If not
principal, in my conspiracy to drift
Anita day by day further and further
Into the routine of the new life. Yet
neither of us had shown by word or
look that a thorough understanding ex
isted between us. My part waa to be
unobtrusive, friendly, neither Indiffer
ent nor eager, and 1 held to It by tak
ing care never to be left alone with
Anita: Alva's part was to be herself—
simple and natural urul sensible, full of
life and laughter, mocking at those
moods that betray us Into the absurd
ity of taking ourselves to seriously.
I was getting ready a new house in
town as a surprise to Anita, and 1 took
Alva Into my plot. "I wish Anitas
part of the house to be exactly to her
liking,” said I. "Can you set her to
dreaming aloud what kind of place she
would like to live In, what she would
like to open her eyes on In the morn
ing, what surroundings she'd like to
dress In and read In, and all that?"
Alva hud no difficulty In carrying out
the suggestions. And by harassing
Wist lake incessantly, I succeeded In
realising her report of Anita’s dream to
the exact shade of the draperies and
Ihe silk that covered the walls. By
pushing the work, I got the house done
just as Alva was warning me that sh6
could not, remain longer at Dawn Hill,
hut must go home and get ready for
her wedding. When I went down to
arrange with her the last details of
the surprise, who should meet me at
the station but Anita herself? I took
one glance at her serious face and,
much disquieted, seated myself beside
he.- in the III tie trap. Instead of fol
lowing the usual route to the house,
she turned her horse into the bay shore
road.
"Several days ago," she began, as the
fiend hid the station. "I got a letter
front some lawyers saying that an
uncle of mine had given me a large
cum ol' money—a very large sum. I
have t een Inquiring about It, and find
It Is mine absolutely.”
1 braced myself against the worst.
"She Is about to tell me that she Is
leaving," thought l. But X managed
lo say: "I'm glad to hear of your luck,"
though I fear my tone was not espe
cially Joyous.
ho, she went on, "1 am In a. position
to pay back to you, I think, what my
father and Sam took from you. It
won't be enough I'm afraid to pay what
you lost Indirectly. But I have told
the lawyers to make it all over to
you.”
I could have laughed aloud. It was
(oo ridiculous, this situation Into which
I had got myself. I did not know what
to say.
"Anita!" I said unsteadily. “Anita!"
The color flamed in her cheeks; we
were silent for a long time.
"You your people owe me nothing,"
i at length found voice to say. “Even
If they did, I couldn't and wouldn’t take
your money. But, believe me, they owe
tne nothing.”
“You cannot mislead me,” she an
awered. "When they asked me to be
come engaged to you, they told me
about It.”
I had forgotten. The whole repulsive,
rotten business came back to me. And,
changed man that I had become in
the lust six months. I saw myself as
l had been. I (elt that she was looking
at me. was reading the degrading con
fession in my telltale features.
But with all my love making and
trouble at home, my financial plans
matured. In fact, they were ripened to
rottenness oy the urgency of my enem
ies, open and hidden. However skill
fully they plotted, my plans outran
theirs. The suspicions that had been
town. tho natural conditions of trade,
the secret springs in currency, led to
a great financial cataclysm.
There was a week of stress and
storm, but with my sails reefed I ran
before the wind, my assets all secure
and clewed down like the sails of the
good ship Luck In which I was running.
The millions of others melted before
their eyes, absorbing all that lay about,
but nothing of mine run down.
However, it seemed advisable that I
Should leave New York. It was told
to the chief of police that mv presence
might cause a riot. Personally, 1 had
no feeling of fear. I was serene with
my conscience. Hut as the storm beat
about there was nothing for me to do,
and I went off on my yacht to rest ami
think and give the skies time to clear.
My enemies caused it to be widely
believed that "Wild Week" was my de
liberate contrivance for the sole pur
pose of enriching myself. Thus they
got me a reputation for almost super
human daring, tor Satanic astuteness
at cold-blooded calculation. I do not
deserve the admiration and respect that
my success-worshipping fellow country
men lay at my feet. True. 1 did greatly
enrich myself; but not until the Mon
day after Wild Week.
Not until 1 had pondered on men and
events with the assistance of the news
papers and my detective protectors and
jailers permitted to be brought aboard
—not until the last hope of turning
WIKI Week to Immediate public ad
vantage had sputtered out like a lust
man's last match, did I think of bene
fltttng myself, of seizing the opportun
ity to strengthen myself for the future.
On Monday morning I said to Sergeant
. Mulhollcnd: "I want to go ashore at
once and send some telegrams."
The sergeant is one of the detective
bureau's "dress-suit men." He is by
nature phlegmatic and cynical. His ex
perience has put over that a veneer of
weary politeness. We had become
: great friends during our enforced in
| separable companionship. For Joe. who
j looked on me somewhat as a mother
I looks on a brilliant but erratic son, had,
i as 1 soon discovered, elaborated a won
! derful program for me. It included a
I watch on me day and night, lest,
j through rage or despondency, X should
, try to do violence to myself. A tine
j character, that Joe! But. to return.
! Mulholland answered my request for
, shore leave with a soothing smile.
; "Can't do it, Mr. Blnckloek.” he said.
| “Our orders arc positive. But when
j we put in at New London and send
ashore for further Instructions, and for
j the papers, you can send in your mes
l sai.es.”
! "As you please,"’ sakl 1. And I gave
him a cipher telegram to Joe—an order
j to Invest my store ot cash, which meant
practically my whole fortune, in the
gilt edged securities that were to be
. had for cash at a small fraction of their
I value.
I And I did not go over to the bandits;
l I simply resumed my own neglected
personal affairs und made Wild Week
at least a personal triumph.
There is nothing of the spectacular In
my make-up. 1 have no belief In the
value of martyrs and martyrdom.
Causes are not won—and In my humble
opinion never have been won—in the
graveyards. Alive and afoot and
armed, and true to my cause, I am the
dreaded menace to systematic nnd re
spectable robbery. What possible good
could have come of mobs killing me
and the bandits dividing my estate?
But why should I seek to Justify my
self? I care not a rap for the opinion
of my fellowmen. They sought my life
when they should have been hailing me
as a deliverer; now they look up to me
because they falsely believe me gullty
of an lnlurny.
My guards expected to be recalled on
Tuesday. But Melville heard what
Crawford had done about me, and
straightway used his influence to have
me detained until the new grip of the
old gang was secure. Saturday after
noon we put In at Newport for the
dally communication with the shore.
When the launch returned Mulholland
brought the papers to tne, lounging aft
In a mass of cushions under the awn
ing. "We are going ashore," said he.
"The order has come.”
I had a sudden sense of loneliness.
“I’ll take you down to New York,"
said I. "I prefer to land my guests
where I shipped them."
As the Albatross steamed Into the
little harbor I saw Mowbray Langon’s
Indolence at anchor. I glanced toward
Steuben Point—where his cousins, the
Vivians, lived—and thought I recog
nized his launch at their pier. We
saluted the Indolence; the Indolence
saluted us. My launch was piped away
and took me ashore. I strolled along
the path that wound round the base
of the hill toward the kennels. At
the crossing of the path down from the
house, I paused and lingered on the
glimpse of one of the corner towers of
the great showy palace. I was mut
tering something—I listened to myself.
It was: "Mulholland, Mrs. Mulholland
and the four little Mulhollands.” And
I felt like laughing fifbucl, such a Joke
was It that I should be envying a po
liceman his potato patch and Ills fat
wife and four little brats, and that he
should he In a position to pity me.
You may be imagining that, through
all, Anita had been dominating my
mind. That Is the way It is in the
romances; but not In life. No doubt
there are men who brood upon the im
possible, and moon and maunder away
their lives over the grave of a dead
love; no doubt there are people who
will say that because I did not shoot
Bangdon or her, or myself, or fly to
a desert or pose in the crowded places
of the world as the last scene of a
tragedy, I therefore cared little about
her. I offered them this suggestion; A
man strong enough to give a love worth
a woman's while Is strong enough to
live on without her when he finds he
may not live with her.
As I stood there that summer day,
looking toward the crest of the hill,
at the mocking mausoleum of my dead
dream, I realized what the incessant
battle of the street had meant to me.
“There is peace for ms. only in the
storm," said I. "Hut thank God, there
is peace for me somewhere.”
Through the foliage I had glimpses
of some one coming slowly down the
zigzag path. Presently, at one of the
turnings half way up the hill, appeared
Mowbray Langdon. "What Is he do
ing here?" thought I, scarcely able to
believe my eyes. "Here of all places!"
And then I forgot the strangeness of
his being at Dawn Hill in the strange
ness of his expression. For It was ap
parent, even at the distance which sep
arated us. that he was suffering from
some great and recent blow. He looked
old and haggard; he walked like a man
who neither knows nor cares where he
is going.
He fought hard to keep his eyes
steadily on mine; but they would waver
and shift. Not, however, before I had
found deep down In them the begin
nings of fear. "You see, you were mis
taken," said I. "You have nothing to
say to me—or I to you.”
He knew that I had looked straight
to the bottom of his real self, and had
seen the coward that is in every man
who has been hied to appearances only.
(Jp rose his vanity, the coward's sub
stitute for courage.
"You think I am afraid of you?” he
sneered. Mulling and blustering like the
school bully.
I don't in the least care whether
you are or not." replied 1. "What are
you doing here, anyhow?"
It was as if I had thrown off the
cover of a furnace. "I came to get the
woman 1 love," he cried. “You stole
her from me! You tricked me! But,
by God, Blaclclock, I'll never pause un
til I get her back and punish you!"
He was brave enough now, drunk with
the fumes from his brave words. All
my life,” he raged arrogantly on, "I've
hod whatever I wanted. I've let noth
ing Interfere—nothing and nobody. Pvt
been too forebearing with you—first, be
cause I knew she would never care for
you, and, then, because I lather ad
mired your pluck and Impudence. I
like to see fellows kick their way up
among us from the common people."
I put my hand on his shoulder. No
doubt the fiend that rose within me,
us from the dead looked at hltn froni
my eves. He has great physical
strength, but he winced under that
weight and grip, and across his face
tlltted the terror that must come to
any man at nrst sense or being In the
angry clutch of one stronger than he.
I slowly released him—I had tested and
realized my physical superiority; to
use it would be cheap and cowardly.
"You can't provoke me to descend to
your level." said X, with the easy phil
osophy of him, who clearly has the
better of the argument.
He was staring at me with a dazed
expression. 1 rather expected him to
show some of that amused contempt
with which men of his sort always re
ceive a new Idea that is beyond the
range of their narrow, conventional
minds. For I did not expect him to
understand why I was not only willing,
but even eager to relinquish a woman
whom I could only hold by asserting a
property right In her. And 1 do not
think he did understand me, though
I his manner changed to a sort of grudg
i ing respect. He was, I believe, about
| to make some impulsive, generous
speech, when we heard the quick
, strokes of iron-shod hoofs on the path
■ from the kennels and the stables—-is
there any sound more arresting? Past
us at a gallop swept a horse, on his
■ back—Anita, She was not In rlding
• habit; the wind fluttered the sleeves
; of her blouse, blew her uncovered hair
; this way and that about her beautiful
. face. She sped on toward the landing,
- tnough f fancied she had seen u,s.
Anita at Dawn Hill—Langdtm a.
furious temper, descending from the
house toward the landing—Anita pres
ently riding like mad—“to overtake
him," thought I. And I read confirma
tion in his triumphant eyes. In anoth
er mood, I suppose my fury would
have been beyond my power to restrain
It Just then—the day grew dark for
me, and I wanted to hide away some
where. Heart-sick I was ashamed for
her, hated myself for having blundered
into surprising her.
She reappeared at the turn round
which the had vanished. I now noted
that she was riding without saddle or
bridle, with only a halter around the
horse's neck— then she had seen us,
had stopped and come back as soon as
she could. She dropped from the horse,
looked swiftly at me, at him, at me
again, with Intense anxiety.
"I saw your yacht In the harbor only
a moment ago,” she said to me. She
was almost panting. “ I feared you
ndght meet him. So I came.”
“As you see, he is quite—intact.” said
I. "I must ask that you and he leave
the place at once. "And I went rap
idly along the path toward the ken
nels.
An exclamation from Langdon forced
me to turn In spite of myself. He was
half-kneeling, was holding her in his
arms. At that sight, the savage in me
shook himself free. I dashed toward
them with I knew not what curses
bursting from me. Langdon, Intent up
on her. did not realize until I sent him
reeling backward to the earth and
snatched her up. Her white face, her
closed eyes, her limp form made my
fury instantly collapse. In my con
fusion I thought that she was dead.
I laid her gently on the grass and
supported her head, so small, so glori
ously crowned, the face so still and
sweet and white, like the stainless en
trance to a stainless shrine. How that
horrible fear changed my whole way of
looking at her, at him, at her and him,
at everything!
Her eyelids were quivering her
eyes were opening—her bosom was ris
ing and falling slowly as she drew
long, uncertain breaths. She shud
dered, sat up, started up. "Go! go!"
she cried. “Bring him back! Bring
him back! Bring him——”
Then she recognized me. "Oh, she
said and gave a great sigh of relief.
She leaned against a tree and looked
at Langdon. “You are still here? Then
tell him."
Langdon gazed sullenly at the ground.
"I can't he answered. "I don't believe
it. Besides—he has given you to me.
Let us go. Let me take you to the
Vivians.” He threw out his arms in
a wild, passionate gesture; he was ut
terly unlike himself. His emotion
burst through and shattered like the
exploding powder bursting the shell. "I
can't give you up, Anita!" he exclaimed
lr: a tone of utter desperation. "I can't!
I can’t!”
But her gaze was all tills time stead
fastly on me, as if she feared I would
go, should she look away. “I will tell
you myself,” she said rapidly to me.
"We—Uncle Howard and I—read in the
papers how they had all turned against
you, and he brought me over here.
He has been telegraphing for you.
This morning he went down to search
for you. About an hour ago Langdon
came, I refused to see him, as I have
ever since the time I told you about at
Alva’s. He persisted, until at last I
had the servant request him to leave
the house.”
"But now there’s no longer any rea
son for your staying, Anita” he
pleaded. "He has said you are free.
Why stay when you would really no
more bo here than If you were to go,
leaving one of your empty dresses?”
She had not for an instant taken
her gaze from me; and so strange were
her eyes, so compelling, that I seemed
unable to move or speak. But now
she released me to blaze upon him—
and never shall I forget any detail of
her face or voice as she said to him:
"That is false, Mowbray Langdon. I
told you the truth when I told you I
loved him!”
So violent was her motion that she
had to pause for self control. And I?
I was overwhelmed, dazed, stunned.
When she went on she was looking
at neither of us. "Yes, I loved him al
most from the first—from the day he
came to the box at the races. I was
ashamed, poor creature that my pa
rents had made me! I was ashamed of
it. And I tried to hate him and thought
I did. And when he showed me that
he no longer cared, my pride goaded
me into the folly of trying to listen
to you. But I loved him more than
ever. And as you and he stand here,
I am ashamed again—ashamed that
I was ever so blind and ignorant and
prejudiced as to compare him with”—
she looked at Langdon—“with you.
Do you believe me now—now that I
humble myself before him here in your
presence?”
I should have had no heart at all
if I had not felt pity for him. His face
was gray, and on it were those signs
of age that strong emotion brings to
the surface after 40. “You could have
convinced me in no other way,” he
replied, after a silence, and in a voice
I should not have recognized.
Silence again. Presently he raised
his head, and with something of his
old cynicism bowed to her.
"You have avenged much and many,”
said he “I have often had a presenti
ment that my day of wrath would
come.”
He lifted his hat. bowed to me with
out looking at me, and drawing the
tatters of his pose still further over
his wounds, moved away toward the
landing.
I, still In a stupor, watched him until
he had disappeared. When 1 turned to
her, she drooped her eyes. "Uncle
Howard will be back this afternoon,"
said she. "If I may I'll stay at the
house until he comes to take me."
A weary, half suppressed sigh es
caped from her. I knew how she must
joe reading my silence, but I was
still unable to speak. She went to the
horse, browsing near by; she stroked
his muzzle. Lingeringly she twined her
fingers in his mane, as if about to
spring to his back! That reminded me
of a thousand and one changes in her
—little changes, each a trifle in itself,
yet, taken altogether, making a com
plete transformation.
"Let me help you, i managed to say.
And 1 bent, and made a step of my
hand.
She touched her fingers to my
shoulder, set her narrow, graceful foot
upon my palm. But she did not rise.
I gluneed up; she was gazing wistfully
down at me.
"Women have to learn by experience
Just as do men,” said she forlornly.
••Yet men will not tolerate it."
I suppose I must suddenly have
looked what 1 was unable to put into
words—for her eyes grew very wide,
and, with a cry that was a sigh and
a sob. and a laugh and a caress all in
one. she slid into my arms and tier
face was burning against mine.
"Do you remember the night at the
| theater,” she murmured, "when your
I lips almost touched my neck?—I loved
I you then—Black Matt—Black Matt:
I ' And 1 found voice; and the horse
wandered away.
What more?
How Langdon eased his pain and
soothed his vanity? Whenever an old
Babylonian nobleman had a misfor
tune, he used to order all bis slaves
I id be lashed, that their shrieks and
■nouns might Join his in appeasing the
Sod who was punishing him. Bangdoi
went back to Wall street, and foi
months he made all within his powei
lo suffer; in his fury he smashed for
tunes. lowered wages, raised prices,rev
eled In the blasts of a storm of Im
potent curses. But you do not care
to hear about that.
As for myself, what could I tell that
you do not know or guess? Now that
all men. even the rich, even the para
sites of the bandits, groan under their
tyranny and their taxes, Is It strange
that the resentment against me has
disappeared, that my warnings are re
membered, that I am popular? I
might forecast what I purpose tu- do
when the time is ripe. But I am not
given to prophecy. I will only say
that I think I shall. In due season, go
Into action again—profiting by my ex
pet fence in the futility of trying to
hasten evolution by revolution. Mean
while—
As I write X can look up from the
paper, and out upon the lawn, at a
woman—what a woman!—teaching a
baby to walk. And, assisting her, there
Is a boy, himself not yet an expert at
walking. 1 doubt If you'd have to
glance twice at the boy to know he Is
my son. Well—I have borrowed a leaf
from Mulholland’s philosophy. I com
mend It to you.
[THE END.]
APPLES PROPAGATE MOTHS.
Germans Give Warnings Against Keep
the Fruit in Dwellings.
Germany has found a peril In apples.
They are the principal medium for the
propagation and spread of the destructive
house moth (Glycyphagus domestlcus) ac
cording to observations recently made.
The discovery was the result of a plague
of moths at Grles and the villages sur
rounding it. The larvae were traced to
the stores of apples kept In the houses and'
thence to the trees themselves.
The larvae are found first of all In the
apple blossoms. As the fruit grows they
cluster In the conical depression about the
stem of the apple.
When the fruit Is taken Into the house It
Is laden with the eggs. The propagation'
of the eggs Is said to be prodigious.
When the fruit Is taken Into the house
the eggs find their way Into clothing,
hangings, carpets and upholstered furni
ture and the Insect is hatched out, with
the well known ruinous results. The eggs
are also said to be the cause of the white
mottling that Is so often noticed on dried
fruit.
ab a result of the discoveries It is urged
that apples never be taken Into dwellings
without careful cleansing, and even then
they should never be kept In living rooms,
and the peelings should be promptly re
moved.
Who Remembers Bill?
From the New York Evening Sun.
There lived a hundred and fifty year,
ago (much as they might have lived to
day) one Bill Spragetts and his wife, Ann.
All day long Bill Spragetts dreamed
great dreams and at night he proved to
his and to her satisfaction that Ann was
a fool.
Every night when the things were
cleared away Ann Spragetts sat down in
her chair before the fire, put her feet on
her hassock and labored at her needle
work.
And every night Bill Spragetts sat In the
chimney corner and proved what a won
derful man he was.
“If I were the governor,” said BUI one
night, “I would have this town ordered
differently.”
“Dear heart,” said she, “ 'tis not so
bad.”
“What?” said Bill, taking his pipe out
of mouth. “Not so bad?”
“No,” said Ann. "Is it?”
For reply he gave her a look that said
as plain as print: : “You’re an awful
fool.”
And she, looking up at him with all hu
mility as she bit off her thread, respond
ed, “I known I am, Bill. Aye, dear mo.”
“Some day I shall Invent a morning*
awakener. I have the idea for It In my
head now. 'The Rouser’ I shall call It,
and of bright brass and bell metal will it
be made. Over every bed it will be placed,
and at the appointed hour In the morning
the bell will be rung. Hah," he exclaimed,
making a tracing in the ashes on the
earth. “A wire here. And a catch here.
Hah! And a lever there.”
“And what will ring the bell?” asked
Ann.
“A spring,” said Bill.
“The clapper," said Bill.
“And what will make the clapper go?”
“And what will make the spring go?”
“A wire,” said Bill.
“And what will pull the wire?”
“Another spring, you fool.”
“Aye, dear me,” said Ann. “Aye, dear
me.”
Dear souls, they have been burled now
these hundred and thirty years; he with
all his knowledge and she in all her fool
ishness; and the other day when a bit of
old hand-made lace was being passed
around a rhapsodical circle of ladies they
whispered one to another:
“A bit of genuine old Ann Spragetts.”
One of the lhapsodists, rosy and inquisi
tive beneath her years, said: :
"Who was Ann Spragetts?"
And they answered:
“She wras an old maid who made the
first real lace ever made in New York. At
least, it is supposed she was an old maid,
for no one ever seems to have heard of he;
husband.”
Globe Sights.
From the Atchison Globe.
Down at Cooiidge, recently, a drink
ing man and a good templar failed in
business on the same day. “Where do
we find the moral?” the Enterprise
asks.
If a woman has a dollar left the day
after Christmas, somehow it gets on
her conscience and she feels that she
has not been as generous as she should
have been.
When a farmer comes to town on a
rainy Saturday, he gets no credit for
his effort; store keepers look at him
as if they would say: "Why didn't more
of you come?”
After a woman reaches 40, her hats
all look alike, except in summer they
are trimmed with ribbons and flowers
and in winter they are trimmed with
velvet and feathers.
Ever notice that when a woman tells
a man she is tired of him he is will
ing to get out of the way, but when a
man tells a woman he is tired of her,
she can give an ivy cards and spades
in clinging?
When a man chooses to be indus
trious. honest, temperate and reliable,
and amount to something, how the
drunkards and loafers hate him, and
say he is a wolf, and steals everything
in sight.
We do not know* how it is in big cit
ies, but in small towns the society
women can be distinguished from the
women who are not in society by the
fact that society women do not wear
union suits and the other women do.
There is a great deal in the theory
of heredity, but people are inclined to
believe that a man who says he drinks
because his father did, isn’t trying very
hard to swear off. More than that, it
shows mighty little regard for his pa
ternal ancestor.
Has the Earth.
Some months ago excavations were be
ing made for new tracks on the line of a
certain famous railway. At cue point a
nearby resident obtained permission to re
move a quantity of turf to resod his prem
ises. the section boss being instructed to
notify the excavating ‘•gang” when the
resident should have secured all he de
sired. The Hibernian’s report is as fol
lows:
•‘The man that wanted the earth has
got it.”
' NERVOUS HEADACHES
I -
Or. Williams’ Pink Pills Will Curs
| Most Cases and Should Interest
Every Sufferer.
! Nobody who has not endured the
Buffering caused by nervous head
ache can realize the awful agony of
Its victims. Worst of all, the ordin
ary treatment cannot be relied upon
to cure nor even to give relief. Some
doctors will say that if a person Is
subject to these headaches there is
nothing that can be done to prevent
their recurrence.
Nervous headaches, as well as neu
ralgia, are caused by lack of nutrition
—the nerves are starved. The only
way to feed the nerves is through the
blood and It Is In this way that Dr.
Williams’ Pink Pills have accom
plished so many remarkable cures.
Mrs. Addle Merrill, of 39 Union
Street, Auburn, Me., says: “For
years I suffered from nervous head
aches, which would come on me every
five or six weeks and continue for
several days. The pain was so severe
that I would be obliged to go to bed
for three or four days each time. It
was particularly Intense over my right
eye. I tried medicines but got no re
lief. I had no appetite and when
the headache passed away I felt as if
I had been sick for a month. My
blood was thin and I was pale, weak
and reduced In weight.
“I read about Dr. Williams’ Pink
Pills In a paper and decided to try
them. I first noticed that they be
gan to give me an appetite and I
commenced to gain In weight and
color. My headaches stopped and
have not returned and I have never
felt so well as I do now.”
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are sold
by all druggists or sent, postpaid, on
receipt of price. 50 cents per box, six
boxes $2.50, by the Dr. Williams Medi
cine Company, Schenectady, N. Y.
New System of Making Wine.
From the Consular Reports.
Wine germs, which make it possible
to duplicate the famous wines of Bor
deaux, Burgundy or the Rhine, are
among the latest experiments of sci
entists, The germs are obtained from
the dregs of casks which have con
tained genuine old wine, and those
for each particular brand are placed
for safekeeping In a substance pre
pared from Japanese Isinglass and
fruit juice. In the jelly-like mass the
germs soon establish a colony. When
needed, sufficient germs may be placed
in a tube of Bterilized fruit juice. Af
ter two or three days the Juice will be
in full fermentation with plentiful ef
fervescence. This process Is said to
impart to the wine the exact bouquet
and characteristics of the wine from
which the germs originally came.
AILING WOMEN.
If ">ep the Kidneys Well and the Kid*
neya Will Keep You Well.
Sick, suffering, languid women aru
learning the true cause of bad backs
and how to cur a
them. Mrs. W. O.
Davis, of Groesiteck,
Texas, says: “Back
aches hurt me so I
could hardly stand.
Spells of dizziness
and sick headaches
were frequent and
the action of the kid
neys was irregular.
Soon after I began
taking Doan’s Kidney Pills I passed
several gravel stones, t got well and
the trouble has not returned. My back
is good and strong and my general
health better.”
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
The Bailey Doxology.
From the New York World.
Every anti-Bailey meeting in Texas la
now closed with the following doxology:
Praise Joe. to whom oil blessings flow;
Praise him, oil flunkies here below.
Praise him above, ye Standard hosts;
Praise Rogers and John D., but Joe the
most.
FEARFUL BURNING SORES.
Uoy In Misery lg lean—keiema In
Hough Soules, Helling anti In
flamed—Cured by Cutleuraa.
“1 wish to Inform you that your
wonderful Cuticura has put a stop to
twelve years of misery 1 passed with
my sou. As au infant 1 noticed on
ms body a red spot aud treated same
with different remedies for about live
.tears, but wbeu tlie spot began to get
uuger 1 put bim under the care of
doctors. Under their treatment the
diseuse spread to lour different part*
ut his body. The longer the doctor*
treated him the worse it became. Dur
ing tbe day it would get rough aud
lorm like scales. At night it would
be cracked, inflamed, aud badly swol
len, with terrible burning aud itching.
When 1 think of his suffering, It nearly
breaks my heart. His screams could
l.e heard downstairs. The suffering
of my son made me lull of misery. I
had no ambition tu work, to eat. nor
ion Id I sleep. Oue doctor told me that
my son’s eczema wus Incurable, uud
gave it up for a bad job. Oue evening
I saw an article in tile paper about
i he wonderrnl Cuticura and decided to
give it a trial. I tell you that Cuticura
Ointment Is worth its weight In gold,
and when I had used the Urst box of
Ointment there was a great Improve
ment. and by the time I had used the
second set of Cuticura Soap, Cuticura
Ointment, and Cuticura Resolvent, my
child was cured. He Is now 12 years
old. and his skin Is ns tine and smooth
! as silk. Michael Stein man, 7 Stimuei
Ave.. Broklyn, N. 1’., Apr. IB, '05.”
Those Fool Songs.
•‘So you are the author of the popular
; song, 'When the Flowers Are Gently
! Blooming':'
1 ''Ves.''
“Well, I'm glad to know you. I'm much
interested In your song. I want to ask
■ \ nil a question.”
“Well?”
! “Did you ever see the flowers bloomin*
; roughly?”
PILES CURED IN 6 TO 14 DAYS
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.use or Itching. Blind, Bleeding or Protrud
ing Piles In l> to 14 days or money refunded.
."■IK*.
If our good Intentions could only be
I used for paving material in this world
what a saving it would be for the tax
I payers.
