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To Get Its Beneficial Effects Always Buy the Genuine SYiarfies anc) fidOlH&NNA manufactured bythe (jlIWWBflfKiSw$ iSold t$y all leading Druggists One5izeOn|y»50t a Bottle Gentle Hint. He (after silence)—I’ll soon have <o go away on a trip to bore wells. She (tartly)—Well, I’m sure that Is O big Improvement over boring peo ple. Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for Infants and children, and see that It Signature of In Use For Over 30 Years, The Kind You Hare Always Bought Generous Advice. “If the Japanese want to fight us,” said the nervous man, “why don’t they begin r* “Perhaps,” replied the calm and col lected person, "they are waiting for more tips from our military experts ■on how to proceed.” 8omewhat Satirical. A whist enthusiast wrote and pub lished a book on the game and Bent • copy to a famous player for his opinion of it. In about a week the book was returned to him, with the {blowing letter: "My Dear Sir.—Your favor of the 10th Instant, accompanied by your book, was duly received. I have read It very carefully. It seemH to be a very good game, but I don’t think It Is as good a game as whist!” — WHICH ACCOUNTS FOR IT. - A i “R^KeRLv Briggs—1 understand that Mr. Blgge, four wire’s late husband, made every thing over to her? ttenpecklett—Yes, and now she’s (making everything over for me. COFFEE HEART Very Plain in Some People. A great many people go on suffering from annoying ailments for a long time before they can get their own •consent to give up the Indulgence from which their trouble arises. A gentleman In Brooklyn describes Ala experience, as follows: *3 became satisfied some months ago that 1 owed the palpitation of tlie •tear. from which I suffered almost telly, to the use of coffee, (I had been a coffee drinker for 30 years) but I tmmd it very hard to give up the bev * erage. “One day I ran across a very sen sible and straightforward presenta tion of the claims of Postum, and was eo impressed thereby that I con cluded to give It a trial. “My -siperlenc* with It was ur)sat isfactory till I learned how It ought <0 be prepared—by thorough boiling tor not less than 15 or 20 minutes. .After I learned that lesson there was «o trouble. “Postum proved to he a most palat able and satisfactory hot beverage, and ( have used It ever since. "The effect on my health has been meet salutary. The heart palpitation from which I used to suffer so much, '.particularly after breakfast, has dis appeared and I never have a return of It except when I dine or iunch away from home and drink the old kind of coffee because Postum is not served. I find that Postum cheers and Invig orates while it produces no harmful sumul&tlon.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Ten days’ trial proves an eye opener to many. Read the little book, "The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. "There's a Rea aou." K(tr v«ftd the above letter T A nee me appears tram time to time. They •are area alee, true, and full of baaaao tetereet. I i Half a Rogue By HAROLD MAC GRATH Author of the Man on the Box, The Puppet Crown, Hearts and Masks, Etc. Copyright Bobbs-Merrtll Co., Indianapolis. CHAPTER I. "Sir, will you aid a lady in dis tress?” The voice was tremulous, hut as rich in tone as the diapason of an organ. Warrington looked up from his cigar to behold a handsome young woman standing at the side of his table In the French restaurant where he fre quently dined. Her round, smooth cheeks were flushed, and on the lower lids of her splendid dark eyes tears of shame trembled and threatened to fall. Behind her stood a waiter, of Impas sive countenance, who was adding up tho figures on a check, his movement full of suggestion. The playwright understood the sit uation at once. The young lady had ordered dinner, and, having eaten It, found that she could not pay for it. Warrington rose. "What may the trouble be?” he asked coldly, "I—I have lost my purse, and I have no money to pay the waiter.” She made this confession bravely and frankly. One of the trembling tears escaped and rolled down the blooming cheek. Warrington surrendered. The girl fumbled in her handbag and produced a card, which she gave to Warrington—“Katherine Challoner.” "Waiter, let me see the check,” he said. It amounted to J2.10. Warring ton smiled. “Scarcely large enough to cause all this trouble,” he added reassuringly. “I will attend to It.” “Oh, it Is so horribly embarrassing! What must you think of me?” She twisted her gloves with a nervous strength which threatened to rend them. “Be seated," he said, drawing out the opposite chair. A wave of alarm spread over her face. She clasped her hands. “Sir, if you are a gentleman—” Warrington Interrupted her by giv ing her his card, which was addressed. She glanced at It through a blur of tears, then sat down. "In asking you to be seated," he ex plained, "it was in order that you might wait in comfort while I dis patched a messenger to your home. Doubtless you have a brother, a father, or some male relative, who will come at. once to your assistance.” Which proved that Warrington was prudent. But instead of brightening as he expected she would, she straightened In her chair, while her eyes widened with horror, as if she saw something frightful in prospective. What the deuce could be the matter now? he wondered, as he witnessed this inexplicable change. No. no! You must not send a mes senger!" she protested. "But—" “No, no!" tears welling into her beautiful eyes again. They were beau tiful, he was forced to admit. “But," he persisted, "you wished the waiter to do so. I do not understand.” H'is tone became formal again. "I have reasons. Oh, heavens! I am the most miserable woman in all the world!" She suddenly bowed her head upon her hands and her should ers rose and fell with silent sobs. Warrington finally concluded that it was his duty to escort the young lady safely to her home. A cab was sum moned and they drove to a fashionable residence on Central Park, West. Step by step the girl confided to Wurring ton that her mother was dead, and that the night before her father, who was a defaulter—a thief—had fled to South America. She was alone in the world. He seated himself for a few mo ments in the reception room of the luxurious dwelling to which she had taken him. The girl sat down before a small writing tabic. She reached among some papers and finally found what she sought. "Mr. Warrington, all this has been In very bad taste; I frankly confess It. There are two things you may do: leave the hous* In anger, or remain to forgive me this Imposition." "I fall to understand." He was not only angered, but bewildered. “I have deceived you." "You mean that you have lured me here by a trick? That you have played upon my sympathies to gratify. . "Walt a moment," she Interrupted proudly, her dark cheeks darkening richly. “A trick, It Is true; but there are extenuating clrcumstnces. What I have told you has happened, only It was not today nor yesterday. Please re main seated till I have done. I am poor; I was educated In the cities I have named; I have to earn my liv ing." She rose and came over to his chair. She gave him a letter. "Read this; you will fully under stand." Warrington experienced a mild chill as he saw a letter addressed to him, nnd his rude scribble at the bottom of It. Miss Ohalloner—I beg to state that I have neither the time nor the inclina tion to bother with amateur actresses. Richard Warringeton. "It was scarcely polite, was it?" she asked, with a tinge of irony. “It was scarcely diplomatic, either, you will nd mtt. I simply asked you for work. Surely, an honest effort to obtain em ployri -nt ought not to be met with in solence." He stared dumbly at the evidence in Ills hand. He recalled distinctly the rage that was In hia heart when he penned this note. The stage manager had lost some valuable manuscript that had to be rewritten from memory, the notes having been destroyed. "For weeks," said the girl, “I have I. tried to get a henring. Manager after manager I sought; all refused to see me. I have suffered a hundred af fronts, all In silence. Your manager I Raw, but he referred me to you, know ing that probably I should never find you. But I was determined. So I wrote: that was your answer. I con fess that at the time I was terribly an gry. for courtesy is a simple thing and within reach of every one.” To receive a lesson in manners from a young woman, when that young wvman is handsome and tulent'ed, is not a very pleasant exeperience. “I know that you are a busy man, that you are besieged with applications. You ought, at least, to have formal slips, such ns editors have. I have confidence in my ability to act, the confidence which talent gives to all per sons. After receiving your letter I was more than ever determined to see you. j So I resorted to tills subterfuge. It I was all very distasteful to me; but I possess a vein of willfulness. This is | not my home. It Is the home of a friend who was kind enough to turn It over to me this night, relying upon my wit to bring about this meeting." "It was neatly done," was Warring ion's comment. He was not angry now at all. In fact, the girl inteiested him tremendously. "I cm rather curious to learn how you went about it." "You are not angry?" I . * "I was ” This seemed to satisfy her. "Well, first I learned where you were in the habit of dining. All day long a messenger has beea following you. A telephone brought me to the restau rant. The rest you know. It was sim ple. “Very simple,” laconically. “You listened and believed. I have been watching you. You believed ev erything I have told you. You have even been calculating how this scene might go In a play. Have I convinced you that I have the ability to act?” "You have fooled me completely; that ought to he sufficient recommen dation. Miss Challoner, I apologize for this letter. I do more than that. I promise not to leave this house till you agree to call at the theater at 10 to morrow morning.” He was smiling, and Warrington had a pleasant smile. He had an idea besides. "Good fortune put It Into my head to follow you here. I see It all now, quite plainly. I am In a peculiar difficulty, and I honestly be lieve that you can help me out of it. How long would It take you to learn a leading part? In fact, the principal part?” “A week.” “Have you had any experience?” "A short season out west in a stock company.” "Good!” "And I love work.” "Do not build any great hopes,” he warned, "for your chance depends upon the whim of another woman. But you have my word and my good offices that something shall be put in your way.” Many months passed after the episode previously related. Warring ton sat in his apartment. He laid down his pen, brushed his smarting eyes, lighted his pipe, and tilted back his chair. The scenario was done; the vil lain had lighted his last eigaret, the hero put his arms proteetingly around the heroine, and the irascible rich un cle had been brought to terms. Warrington was 35 now. The grey hair at the temples and the freshness of his complexion gave him a singu larly youthful appearanpe. His mouth was even-lipped and rather pleasure loving, which, without the balance of a strong pose, would have appealed to you as effeminate. Warrington's was what the wise phrenologists call the fighting nose; not pugnacious, but the nose of a man who will fight for what he believes to be right, fight biterly and fearlessly. Today he was famous, a leading American dramatist, but only yesterday he had been fighting, retreat ing, throwing up this redoubt, digging this trench; fighting, fighting. Poverty, Ignorance and contempt he fought; fought dishonesty, and vice, and treach ery, and discouragement. Presently he leaned toward the desk and picked up a letter. He read it 1 thoughtfully, and his brows drew to gether; "Richard Warrington—You will smile, I know, when you read this letter, doubtless so many like It are mailed to you day by day. You will toss It into the waste basket, too, a is it deserves to be. But It had to be written. How ever, I feel that I am not writing to a mere stranger, but to a friend whom I know well. Three times you have en tered into my life, and on each occa sion you have come by a different ave nuo. I was III at school when you first appeared to me. It was a poem in a magazine. It was so full of the spirit of joyousness, so full of kindness, so rich in faith and hope, that I cried over it, cut it out and treasured it, and re read It often in the lonely hours when things discouraged me—things which mean so little to women but so much to girls. Two years went by, nnd then rame that brave book! It was like com ing across a half-forgotten friend. I actually ran home with it, and sat up all night to complete It. It was splen did. It was the poem matured, broad ened, rounded. And finally your first play! How I listened to every word, watched every move! I wrote you a letter that night, but tore it up, not having the courage to send it to you. How versatile you must be; a poem, a book, a play! I have seen all your plays these five y?ars, plays merry nnd gay, sad and grave. How many times you have mysteriously told me to be brave! I envy and admire you What an exquisite thing it must be to hear one’s thoughts spoken across the footlights! Please do not laugh. It would hurt me to know that you could laugh at my honest admiration. You won’t laugh, will you? I am sure you will value this letter for its honesty rather than for its literary quality. I have often wondered what you were , like. But after ail, that can not mat ter, since you are good and kind and , wise; for you can not be else, and , write the lofty things you do.” Warrington put the letter away, ] placed it carefully afnong the few i things he held of value. It would not ; be true to say that it left him unaf- , footed. There was an Innocent barb in this girlish admiration, and it pierced the quick of all that was good In him. "Good and kind nnd wise,” he mused. "If only the child knew! Hetgh-ho! I am kind, sometimes I’ve been good, and often wise. Well. I can’t disillusion the , cjilld, hupptly; she has given me no ad- ; dress." ( He rose, wheeled his chair to a win- > dow facing the street, and opened It. , The cool, fresh April air rushed In, | clearing the room of its opalescent ; clouds, cleansing his brain of the fever j that beset it. He leaned with his elbow \ on the sill and breathed noisily, grate- , fully. CHAPTER It. , A sudden desire seized Warrington , tonight to return to his home town, miles away, to become a citizen in fact , und deed. It was now the time of year , when the spring torrents flood the low lands, when the melting snows trickle down the bleak hillsides, when the dead ; hand of winter lies upon the bosom of awrakening spring, and the seed is in travail. Heigh-ho! the world went very well in the springs of old: care was in bondage, and all the many gateways to the heart were bastloned and sen tineled. “Sir, a. lady wishes to Bee you." His valet stood in the doorway. "The name?” Warrington rose impa tiently. “Miss Challoner. sir." “Challoner!" in surprise, “and this time of night? He stroked his chin. A moment passed. Not that he hesitated to admit her; rather he wished to make a final analysis of ills heart before his eyes fell down to worship her beauty. "Admit her at once." He brushed the ushes from his Jacket and smoothed his hair. The valet disap peared. "It I only loved the woman, loved her honestly, boldly, fearlessly, what a difference it would make! I don't love her, and I realise that I never did. She never touched my heart, only my eye and nllnd. I may bo ca pable of loving any one; perhaps that’s It. But what can have possessed her to leave the theater this time of night?” A swish of petticoats, a rush of cool air with which mingled an Indefinable perfume, and, like a bird taking mo mentary rest in the passage, she stood poised on the threshold. A beautiful woman is a tangible enchantment; and fame and fortune had made Katherine Challoner beautiful, roughly, daring ly, puzzlingly beautiful. Her eyes sparkled like stars on ruffled waters, the flame of health and life burned in her cheeks, and the moist red mobile mouth expressed emotions so rapidly and Irregularly as to bewilder the man who attempted to follow them. Ah, but she could act; comedy or tragedy, it mattered not; she was always superb. "I)lck, you do not say you are glad to see me.” "Beauty strlketh the sage dumb,” he laughed. "What good fortune brings you here tonight?” "I am not acting tonight. Nor shall I be tomorrow night, nor the thousand nights that shall follow.” “Why, girl!” he cried, pushing out a chair. He had not seen her for two weeks. He had known nothing of her movements, save that her splendid tal ents had saved a play from utter ruin. Her declaration was like a thunder bolt. “Explain!” "Well, I am tired, Dick; I am tired.” She sat down and her gaze roved about the familiar room with a veiled affec tion for everything she saw. “The world is empty. I have begun to hate the fools who applaud me. I hate the evil smells which hang about the the ater. I hate the overture and the man with the drums," whimsically. “What’s he done to you?" “Nothing, only he makes more noise than the others. I’m tired. It Is not a definite reason; but a woman Is never obliged to be definite." "No; I never could understand you, even when you took the trouble to ex plain things.’’ "Yes, I know.” She drew off her gloves and rubbed her fingers, which were damp and cold. “But surely, this Is only a whim. You can't seriously mean to give up the stage when the whole world is watching you!” She did not answer him, but con tinued to rub her fingers. She wore several rings, among which was a bril liant of unusual luster. Warrington, however, had eyes for nothing but her face. B’or the past six months he had noted the subtle change In her, a grow ing reserve, a thoughtfulness that was slowly veiling or subduing her natural gaiety. "Isn’t this determination rather sud den?" he asked. “I have been thinking of it for some time,” she replied, smiling. A woman always finds herself at ease during such crises. “Only, I hadn’t exactly made up my mind. You were at work’’” glancing at the desk. “Yes, but I’m through for the night It’s only a scenario, and I am not en tirely satisfied with it.” She walked over to the desk and picked up a sheet at random. She was a privileged person in these rooms Warrington never had any .nervous dread when she touched his manu script. “How is it going to end?” she asked. “Oh, they are going to marry and be happy ever after,” he answered, smiling. “Ah; then they are never going to have any children ?• she said, with a flash of her old-time mischief. “Will you have a cigaret?” lighting one and offering her the box. “No; I have a horror of ctgarets since that last play. To smote in public every night, perforce, took away the charm. I hated that part. An adven turess! It was altogether too close to the quick; for I am nothing more or less than an adventuress who has been successful. Why, the very method I used to make your acquaintance—years and years ago, wasn’t ItT—proved the spirit. She crossed over to the window to cool her hot face. She heard the voices of the night; not as the poet hears them, but as one In pain. “He never loved mef” she murmured, so softly that even thS sparrows In the vine heard her not. And bitter Indeed was the pain. As things are written, so must they be read. She readily held Mm guiltless; what she regretted most deeply was the lack of power to have him and to hold him. Long before, she had realized the hopelessness of it all. Knowing that he drank from the cup of dissipation, she had even sought to hold him in contempt; but to her he had never ceased to be a gentleman, tender, manly and kind. It is contempt that casts the first spadeful in the grave of love. He drew her to the lamp and studied a new ring he noticed on her finger. The ruddy lights darted as he slowly turned .ne Jewel around. “It is a beauty. No one but a rich man could have given a ring like that. And on your finger it means but one thing." “I am to be married in June.” “Do you love him?” “I respect him; he is noble and good and kind.” “I have always wanted a home. The stage never really fascinated me; It was bread and butter.” "Is It necessary to marry in order to have a home?” he asked quietly, letting the hand gently slide from his. “You are wealthy, after a fashion; could you not build a home of your own?” (Continued Next Week.) Nice Little Town’s Big Name. From the New York World. LanfalrpwllgwyngyUgogerychwymdr obwllllandystllogogogoch is a charming little village In Anglesey, Wales, and a favorite visiting place for tourists. There are many other charming little villages In Wales, all over the world. In fact, but none with a name like that Llanflatrpw, etc,, means "the church of St. Mary In a hollow of white hazel near the rapid whirlpool and to the church of St. Tysilio by the red cave.” It is declared that only a Welshman can pronounce the name of the village, but there Is no harm In trying If you wish. The first syllable "Llan” Is very simple. You must double back your tongue along the root of your mouth and get ready to say something that sounds half way between “clan” and “thlan.” and there you’ve got It. The second syllable “fair” Is encouragingly simple. And if you want to go on and learn the whole name of the village the following rhyme may be of assistance: At first It began fair. Commencing with Llanfalr, Then started a Jingle, By adding Pwllgwyngyll, But was horrible very To stick on Gogery, And simple Ignoble To run to Chwyrndrobwl], Till It almost will kill you To say Llandyslllo, With a terrible shock At the end Geogogoch. The Inhabitants of the village and post office authorities have shortened the name to Llanfalr, P. G., while th« railroad limits It to Llanfalr. Reverse Action. From the Boston Transcript. “I was fool enough to tell the doc tor of yours that you sent ma” "What difference did that make?" "He demanded his fee in advance.’' j ▼OBASCO. When It Was First Made in Louis iana. New Orleans States: Captain Johr A. Mclihenny Is In the city this week from Avery Island, looking very mucl; as if he had been on a long militarj campaign, Judging from his rugged sunburned appearance. He is now pay ing very close attention to the tobascc sauce manufacturing business, and at the present time a large new factory is going up. “We are more than pleased with the growth that this business has under gone in the past few years,” said the captain at the St. Charles hotel. "The (expansion of tobasco manufacturing jhas been beyond our most sanguine ex pectations. Ail of the manufacturing is done on Avery island, and all of the peppers used are grown on the island. We raise them on our own plantation under our own supervision. "Tobasco sauce was first made on the island in 1868 by my father, who thought he could make a sauce from the peppers which grew there equal to Maunsel White. At that time there was no postoffice at Avery island, and the label was made with New Iberia on ft, which has been allowed to remain ever since. "There has been a great deal writ ten about tobasco sauce ever since I can remember. In fact, I think the pubject is one that has rather been overdone from the newspaper stand point, and the only new thing there is about tobasco is the factory. Of course, this was made necessary by the great increase in the business, and it will not be possible for us to make enough to suply the demand.” Avery island is perhaps the most de lightful spot in the state, high, dry and healthful during all, seasons of the year. As Captain Mclihenny states, (tobasco has been regarded and writ ten about as one of the distinct prod ucts of Louisiana for more than half a gentury. It is almost impossible to get into any first-class hotel or res taurant anywhere in the United States without finding among the condiments tabasco sauce. It is not, however, a sauce that can be used in large quan tities. It is put up in very small bot tles and a single drop on an oyster is all that one can relish. Many funny stories are told of people who enter the New Orleans restaurants and try to basco on raw oysters tor the first time. They will insist on putting about a teaspoonful on an oyster and gulping |t down, and then the fireworks begin. Such a dose causes the eater to see all the stars in the firmament. A tea spoonful of tobasco would be enough for a doim of the largest oysters that ever came out of Bayou creek. Much to the surprise of those who have so long been familiar with to J>asco sauce, all of the supply of the (world’s market is raised on about 100 acres of lana. But tne manufevtared produce of this one 100 acres is per haps the most valuable of any of a like area of land in the United States if not in the world. It has been said by those who ought to know that the annual net revenues from tobasco manufacturing were no less than $150, 000. During the past few years there have been all sorts of imitations of tobasco put on the market, but regardless of that fact, those who reallv know the merits of tobasco try always to get the genuine Mclihenny brand. Such a reputation has this sauce that it is now sent into competition with Maun se! White all over England and Euro pean countries. Therefore, despite all of the essays ever written on tobasco sauce and on Avery island' and on the Mcllhennys, it will always remain a fact that the manufacture of tobasco will be of in terest because of the uniqueness of the Industry because of the romantic and historical interest attaching to Avery Island, and because every Louisianian points with pride to Captain John A. Mclihenny as the best example of what the real southern gentleman to the manner born really is and really ought to be. Thfcae Football First Football Player—Pity about Klckem getting killed in that football erame. Second Football Player—Yes, and it was against a scrub eleven, too. I 1 Then He Borrowed a Hundred. Mrs. Payne—I wonder If the angels ever get sleepy. Mr. Payne—You never did when I was wooing you. Stand by your breed—defend them in a friendly spirit. Keep an eye open al ways for improvements in your line. Be at the head—not at the tail of the procession. The motto of the corn-belt farmer should be. “more and better hogs and better corn.'' The two go hand in hand when Judiciously guided. Study corn culture and hog growing with a bit »f j forages thrown In to keep things 1 healthy. ICHANGE IN WOMAN’S _LIFE Made Safe by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Graniteville, Vt. —“I was passing through the Change of Life and suffered If r o in nervousness and other annoying symptoms, and I can truly say that Lydia E. Pinkham’s vegetable Com pound has proved worth mountains of gold to me, as it restored my health and strength. I never forget to tell *“ my friends what Lydia E. Pinkham’s t Vegetable Compound has done for me during this trying period. Complete 1 restoration to health means so much to me that for the sake of other suffer ing women I am willing to make mv trouble public so you may publish this letter.”—Mrs. Chas. Barclay, R.F.D., Graniteville, Vt. No other medicine for woman’s ills has received such wide-spread and un qualified endorsement. No other med icine we know of has such a record of cures as has Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. For more than 30 years it has been curing woman’s ills such as inflamma tion, ulceration, fibroid tumors, irreg ularities, periodic pains and nervous prostration, and it is unequalled for carrying women safely through the period of change of life. Mrs. Pinkham, at Lynn, Mass., invites all sick women to write her for advice. Her advice is free, and always helpful y»ihmi —M—m—tmmmaewmwin——wmman—«— AID TO MARRIED HAPPINESS Southerner Evolves the Panama Cock- \ tall Which Makes Man Thought- \ ful of Wife. Russell Hopkins, a southerner, who lives in 4fte St. Regis, is responsible for the Panama cocktail. He and Charles Luther Burnham were talk- A ing over Hopkins’ latest concoction, which bad been placed in the little book kept by the bartender. “You take half a pony of brandy, half a pony of curacao, a third of dry grfn and French or Italian vermouth, and there you are—there’s your drink before dinner,” said Hopkins. “Yes,” interposed Burnham, “it’s a cocktail, all right. One of your friends came in here the other day with more than |3D0' fn bis wallet. He was initiated into the mysteries of the Panama cocktatl. He seemed all right when he left, but he was found the following day in a ferry-house hugging a set of furs he had bought for his wife. From what could be gleaned from him he had, on a pass ably warm day, thought his wife ought to have new furs, and, with, that idea, he went to a store and spent all the cash in his pocketbook for a set.—New York Press. IS EPILEPSY CONQUERED? New York Physicians Have Many Cures to Their Credit. New York, April 4.—Advices from every direction fully confirm previous reports that the remarkable treatment for epilepsy being administered by th© consulting physicians of the Dr. Water man Institute is achieving wonderful results. Old and stubborn cases have been greatly benefited and many pa tients claim to have been entirely cured. Persons suffering from epilepsy should write at once to Dr. Waterman Institute, 122 East 26th st„ Branch 63, New York, for a supply of the remedy, which is being distributed gratuitously. Chicken, All Right. A Camden lawyer walked into a res taurant the other day, prepared to order himself a chicken dinner. The waitress approached him. Ho looked at her and said: “How’s chicken?” "I'm all right,” she answered, cheer ily; “how's yourself?” "The heart is a small thing, but de slreth great matters; it is not suffi cient for a kite’s dinner, yet the world is not sufficient for it.—Hugo. Constipation cause; and seriously aggra vates many diseases. 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