Facts
About
Motherhood
The experience of Motherhood is a
one to most women and marks
distinctly an epoch in their lives. Not
-one woman in a hun
dred is prepared or
^understands how to
Iproperly care forher
iself. Of course near
i I ly every woman now
' aaays has medical
)treatment at tho
'time of child-birth,
)but many approach
the experience with
Jam unfitted for the trial of
and when the strain is over
_am baj received a shock from .
H is hard to recover. Follow-1
.rht upon this comes the nervous
Xtxson of caring for the child, and a .
distinct change in the mother results.
Then la nothing more charming than
chappy and healthy mother or chil
InSLtai indeed child-birth under right
(KKbditioRS need be no hazard to health
esrfaeaotw. The unexplainable thing is
that, wt&all the evidence of shattered
werveo «d broken health resulting
Irma *oa unprepared condition, women
will persist in going blindly to the trial.
I* teal as though the experience
op open them unawares. They have
•state Mws in which to prepare, but
Am for the most part, trust to chance
oaf pay the penalty.
I> many homes once childless there
•xdnow children because of the fact
thjfe Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Cal|y|and makes women normal,
iby woman who would like
a«0dil advice in regard to this
" g la cordially invited to
. ho Mrs. 1*1 nk ham at Lynn,
Her letter will he held in
> eon Mdcnce.
Churches and Tuberculosis.
SUthttca showing how serious a
pOMK tuberculosis Is to the ordl
■i«qr church congregation have been
teHKsfl by the National Association for
tted Study and Prevention of Tubor
■vTqrti. From reports received from
•wur 7M churches, with a membership
off 4vcr *12,000 communicants ot
twenty denominations, and from 208
ciHef and towns In 12 states In varl
dusttiu in 1910, over 700 or 10
taw mat, were caused by tuberculosis.
TflwtOMMM j 24 deaths for every thou
<•008 member* or communicants.
teJtelto the percentage of deaths from
Owteorcul’Jit* compared with other dls
v—| ta not higher in the churches,
•wwrdlit to these figures, than In the
«MO)l«y at large, the tuberculosis
totm vale, as shown by the church
imtaips, is higher per thousand com
swsfaiiti than that for the general
paurajaUbn In the registration area of
(tea tJBtted States, which the census
-haream gave as 1.67 In 1909.
[* A'Herford Bon Mot.
Oliver Herford and a friend were
•m rolling through a section of town
that) area plentifully strung with pul
toy vmm on which many a family
“'WadhT* was waving In the wind. Mr.
itorwrft companion called attention
fee taw meaner in which these gar
meats shat out the sky and otherwise
dtafigured the landscape. Mr. Herford
■oaed at them thoughtfully and then
aomtly murmured: "The short and
wed simple flannels of the poor.”
n»J5rS!SS.lf SSTStti.
t’AfrORlA, a safe and sure remedy for
children, and see that It
tea Bee For Om SO* ream
Cry for Fletcher’s Castori*
Not • Singer.
“Johnny," the teacher said, "here la
>a booh. Now, stand up straight and
whoffUma little man."
The mag was “Nearer. My God."
3to assw had the school commenced
to stag than a Uttle girl waved her
hsatdl frantically, stopping the sing
fesgj the teacher inquired the cause.
"Tlwu, teacher, I think Johnny
will cat nearer if he whistles."
lets sever clogs a man's memory,
te Bearcely off with the old until
hs» hi «a with the new.
ARE YOU FREE
—FROM—
HntArlin, Colds, Indigestion,
Plana, Constipation, Sour Stomach,
HiuniJi? If you are not, the most
nftutfiwb prompt and pleasant
mrthnd of getting rid of them is to
tdfcew now and then, a desertspoon
W of tbe ever refreshing and truly
htwftal laxative remedy—Syrup
of Bos and Elixir of Senna. It u
tnl known throughout the world
>ns die best of famuy laxative reme
because it acts so gently and
Mnnglbeus naturally without irri
Whg fbe system in any way.
To get its beneficial effects it is
always necessary to buy the genu
ne, manufactured by the California
2Rg Syrup Co., bearing the name
of the Company, plainly printed on
die front of every package.
- —.. - - - ----------1 i
Half a Rogue
Py HAROLD MAC GRATH
Author of tho Man on tha Box, Tha Puppat Crown. Haarts and Masks, Ute,
Copyright Bobbs-Merrlll Co., Indianapolis. |
CHAPTER VH—(Continued.)
These men ate quickly and digested
slowly. McQuade took out two fat
black cigars and passed one to Martin,
■who tore off the end with his teeth.
"I want to find out all there is to
know about Warrington. I can't ex
plain why Just now: too many ardund."
“Set Bolles after him. Bolles used to
be with a private detective bureau. If
thdre’s anything to learn, he’ll learn It.
There he Is now. Hey, waiter, ask that
gentleman looking for a vacant table
to come over. Hello, Bolles!”
"How do you, Mr. Martin. Hot day,
Mr. McQuade.”
“Sit down,” said McQuade, with a
nod of invitation toward the remaining
vacant chair. “Cigar or a drink?”
“Bring me a little whisky—no. make
It an old-fashioned cocktail. That’ll be
about right.”
"Mr. McQuade has a Job for you,
Bolles, if you're willing to undertake
It.”
“I’ve got some time on my hands just
now," replied Bolles. “Contract work?”
“After u fashion,” said McQuade
grimly. "Eat your dinner and we’ll go
up stairs to my office. What I have to
say can’t be said here.”
"All right, Mr. McQuade, If it’s da
gos, I'll have plenty in hand in Novem
ber.”
"I shall want you to go to New
York,” said McQuade.
“New York or San Francisco, so long
as some one foots the bills."
“I’ll foot ’em,” agreed McQuade.
"Hustle your dinner. We’ll wait for
you at the bar."
Bolles ordered. A Job for McQuade
that took him to New York meant
money, money and a good time. There
were no more contracts till September,
so the Junket to New York wouldn’t in
terfere with his regular work. He had
sublet his Italians. He was free. A
few minutes later he joined McQuade,
and the trio went up stairs in a cloud
of tobacco smoke. McQuade nodded
to the typewriter, who rose and left
tho private office. The three men sat
down, in what might be described as a
one-two-three attitude: domination,
tacit acceptance of this domination, and
servility.
“Do you know Richard Warrington,
the play-writer?"
“That snob? Yes, I know who he is,
and I’d like to punch his head for him,
too."
McQuade smiled. This manifest ran
cor on Bolles' part would make things
easier than he thought.
"Well, listen. I’ve just been tipped
that big things are going to happen this
fall. That fool Donnelly has queered
himself, and Is making a muddle of
everything ho touches. Senator Hen
derson is a shrewd man, but he wasn’t
shrewd enough this time. He should
have conducted his little conspiracy In
his own home and not at a club where
servants often find profit in selling
what they hear, Henderson Is going to
put Warrington up for mayor."
"The h—11 he Is!” said Bolles.
Martin’s jaw dropped, and the cigar
ashes tumbled down his shirt bosom,
"It's no joke,” went on McQuade. “If
he Is nominated, lie’ll win. The people
are wanting a change. If the Hender
son people get Into the city hall. I
stand to lose a fortune on contract's.
You both know what that means. War
rington must never get a chance to
accept.”
Bolles looked at Martin. McQgtadt.
saw the look, and, interpreting it,
laughed.
“These are no dime-novel days. We
don’t kill men to get ’em out of the
way. We take a look into their past
and use it as a elub.”
"I begin to see,” said Martin. "War
rington must be side-tracked before
the convention. Good. That'll be sim
ple.”
“Not very," McQuade admitted. "It's
going to be a devilish hard job. You.
Bolles, pack up and go to New York.
I want some Information regarding this
young fellow’s past in New York. It’s
up to you to get It. No faking, mind
you: good substantial evidence that
can be backed up by affidavits. Get
the idea? Five hundred and expenses,
If you succeed; your expenses anyhow.
Five hundred is a lot of money these
days. But if you go on a bat. I’ll drop
you like a hot brick, for good and all.
Think It over. Puck up tonight. If you
want to. Here's a hundred to start
with. Remember this, now. there must
be a woman.”
“A woman?”
"Yes. A man has no past, If there
Isn't a woman in It.”
"I can land that five hundred," Bolles
declared confidently. "I can find the
woman. I’ll write you every other
day."
"Well, then, that's all. Good luck.
No boozing while you’re on the Job.
Afterward I don’t care what you do.
By-hy.”
Bolles took his dismissal smilingly.
Five hundred. It was easy.
“If It’s possible, he’ll do It,” said Mar
tin. "But what’s your campaign?”
"Donnelly must remain another term.
After that, oblivion. There’ll be bids
this fall. If Henderson’s man wins,
there'll be new aldermen. These bids
of mine must go through and gas must
be kept ut a dollar-flfty. I'm a rich
man, but at present I'm up to my neck
In southern contracts that aren't paying
10 cents on the dollar. Herculaneum's
got to foot the hill."
“flow'd you find out about Hender
son's coup'.’"
"One of the waiters at his elub said
he had some information. ( gave him
110 for something I’d have given $1,000
for jusf as quickly. If Henderson had
sprung Warrington In September, we’d
huve been swumped. Now we have a
1 good chance to hang on."
"Force him to back down and with
draw?"
McQuade nodded.
"It's simply got to be done. I didn’l
give Henderson credit for so clever a
move as this. A new man, famous and
wealthy, under no obligations to his
party; the voters would follow hint jusl
for the novelty of the thing. Besides
there are o^her reasons, but I’m keep
ing them to myself. How about thal
pavement deal In John street?"
John street possessed but three oi
four houses. The paving would be a
$1'1.000 job. As a witty political speak
er once said, they paved Herculanourr
In the concrete and in the ahstruet.
“It will go through Monday night
smooth as butter.”
"Canvassed the hoys?"
More than three-fourths vote. Sure.'
"I’m depending upon you."
"Will you turn down Donnelly at the
■convention?"
"I tell you he’s got to run again. I’l
bring him to order, after a little heart
to-heart talk. He's the only man Ir
sight,"
"Why not play the same game at
l*H< mderson?*’
*Tve thought it all out. There’s m
one but Donnelly. Pick up anythin*
you can about Warrington.”
Martin telephoned for h’-s team. nn<
20 aalnutes later he was driving iouu
try ward. McQuade dictated a few let
ters, one of which he directed to be sent
by messenger. Then he left the office
and called upon the editor of the Times.
This conference lasted an hour. Mc
Quade was chief owner of the Times.
Warrington was greatly surprised
when, at 3:30, a message was brought
to him requesting him briefly and po
litely to do Mr. McQuade the honor to
call on him between 4 and 5 that after
noon He had met McQuade at the
Chamber of Commerce dinner. The In
troduction had been most formal. What
the deuce did McQuade wish to see him
about? Should be go? A natural aver
sion to the man said no; but policy
urged him as well as curiosity. He
went to the telephone and called up Mc
Quade's office. Mr. McQuade was not
In, but would return at 4. Ah! It was
the typewriter who spoke. Would she
kindly notify Mr. McQuade on his re
turn that Mr. Warrington would be at
his office at 4:30? She would. Thanks.
Warrington smoked uneasily. He had
no desire to meet McQuade. Their ways
were widely separated and reached
nothing in common. But he readily
recognized the fact that McQuade was
not a man such as one might heedlessly
antagonize. What could the politician
want of the literary man? McQuade
dabbled In racing horses; perhaps he
had a horse to sell. In that event, they
would meet on common ground. But
his belief in this possibility was only
half heartfd. He filled his pockets with
cigars, wnistled for th2 dog, and de
parted. Both of the Bennington houses
were closed; the two families were up
north In the woods.
Promptly at 4:30 Warrington and his
dog entered the elevator of the Mc
Quade building and were dislodged on
the third floor. They went along the
dim corridor, scrutinizing doors, each
hunting for one of his kind. Jove
couldn’t read, but he could smell. Fin
ally Warrington came to a stand. Upon
the glass panel of the door he read:
DANIEY M’QUADE & CO., :
GENERAL. CONTRACTORS :
He did not knock. He opened the
door and walked in. It Is a sign of
weakness for a man to knock on the
door of a business office, unless it Is
marked private. Nevertheless, the
dingy glass had known the knocks of
many knuckles. A girl was hammering
on the typewriting machine.
"I have an appointment with Mr. Mc
Quade,” said Warrington pleasantly,
"would you mind announcing me?"
“Mr. McQuade will see you.”
Warrington walked quietly Into the
lion's den.
CHAPTER VIII.
“Glad to see you, Mr. Warrington,”
said McQuade, pointing toward a chair.
He did not offer his hand; something
told him not to make that mistake.
From under the desk McQuade’s dog
. merged, stiff and bristling. On his
side. Jove stood squarely on his legs, >
head on, as they say, his lips writhing
and quivering with rage. Warrington
touched the chair that had been
offered him. Jove begged. But the
the- master was obdurate. Joe Jumped
up, but turned quickly. The white dog
stopped. He recognized that he was j
at a complete disadvantage.
McQuade watched these proceedings I
with an amused twinkle. It was a
clever maneuver. So far as he was
concerned, a good clog fight would not
have, been to his distate.
“it doesn't hurt the brutes to fight
once In a while. But, of course,” he
added, “your dog is old."
“Nothing is old till it is useless."
“An c pigram from one of your
plays?”
“No: but It sounds good enough to
use . Jove has strong teeth, however,
and he comes from a lighting family.
But for my part. 1 had much rather
see two men pummel each other."
"So would I. for that matter." Mc
Quade pushed the matchbox toward
Warrington but Warrington drew out i
his own and struck a light. McQuade
shrugged.
“Mr. McQuade. I am interested to
learn what is back of your note. ,
Horses?”
INO, IlO l I1UIBOB.
McQuade viewed the young ntan
through half-closed eyes. The con
tractor was a big hulk of a man. phys
ically as strong as a bull, with reddish
hair, small twinkling eyes, a puffy
nose mottled wtih veins thin lips
shaded by a bristling red mustache,
and a heavy Jaw. The red fell of hair
on his hands reminded Warrington of
a sow’s back.
"No, Mr. Warrington, I haven't any
horses for sale today,” he began. "Not
very long ago you met Senator Hen
derson at your club. He offered you
the nomination for mayor this fail,
and you accepted it.”
Warrington could not repress a start
of (Turprlse.
’’That Is true. What mystifies me.”
he supplemented. "Is how this know
ledge came to your ears.”
"I- generally hear what’s going on.
My object in asking you to call Is to
talk over the matter on a friendly
basis."
"Politically, we have nothing In com
mon.”
"Politically or socially. But the point
is this: What have you done that you
should merit this honor? I’ll talk
frankly. What have you done toward
the building up of your city? What
have you done toward Its progress In
manufacturing and building? You
have done nothing but buy a house
on the fashionable street and pay the
taxes.”
“You might add that I once peddled
vegetables.” said Warrington.
It was McQuade’s turn to be sur
prised’.
"Then you are not ashamed of the
fact that you sold vegetables?"
"In truth. I’m rather proud of it. It
was the first step In the fight. And I
tell you honestly, Mr. McQuade that
I have fought every inch of the way.
And I shall continue to fight, when
there’s anything worth fighting for.
I’m not a manufacturer or a builder,
but I am none the less eligible for
public office. What little money I have
was made honestly, every penny of It.
It was not liullt on political robbery
und the failures of others. But let
us come to the point. You have
something to say.”
"Yes. I have. And It Is this: 1
don’t propose to have you meddle with
the politics of this city. I hope we
can come to a peaceful understanding.
I don't want to war against you.”
"Mr. McQuade. you talk like a man
out of his sense. Who's going to pre
vent me from accepting the nomina
tion?"
i "I an," answered McQuade. bring
ing a list down on his desk.
The dogs growled. They seemed to
I realize that war or some kind was in
tire air.
“How?” asked Warrington. The man
was a fool!
“You will go to Senator Henderson
and tell him that you have recon
sidered.”
Warrington laughed. "I believed I
knew all phases, but this one surpasses
any I ever heard of. You have the
nerve to ask me, of the opposition
party, to refuse the nomination for
mayor?”
"I have."
"Are you afraid of me?”
“Not of you, my lad,” McQuade ans
wered sardonically, spreading out his
great hands. “Do I look like a
man afraid of anything? But the
thought of a stranger becoming mayor
of Herculaneum rather frightens me.
Let us have peace, Mr. Warrington.
“I ask nothing better.”
“Withdraw.”
”1 never withdraw. I am not afraid
of anything. I even promise to be
good-natured enough to look upon this
meeting as a colossal Joke.”
McQuade’s eyes narrowed again.
“Personally, you are nothing to me,”
he replied; “politically, you are a med
dler, and you are In my way.”
“Oh. I am in your way? That is to
say, if I am elected, there’ll be too much
honesty In the city hall to suit your
plans? I can readily believe that. If
you can convince me that I ought not
to run for mayor, do so. I can accept
any reasonable argument. But bluster
will do no good. For a man of your ac
credited ability, you are making a poor
move, even a fatal one.”
“Will you withdraw?”
“Emphatically no!”
“All right. Whatever comes your
way after this, don’t blame me. I have
given you a fair warning.”
“You have threatened.”
”1 can act also. And »ou can put this
In your pipe, Mr. Warrington, that be
fore October comes round, when the
republican convention meets, you will
withdraw your name quickly enough.
This is not a threat. It’s a warning.
That’s all. I'm sorry you can’t see the
matter from my standpoint."
“Come, boy,” said Warrington to hfs
dog. "You had better keep your ani
mal under the table.”
McQuade did not move or answer.
So Warrington grasped Jove by the
collar and led him out of the private
office. McQuade heard the dramatist
whistle on the way to the elevator.
“So he’ll fight, eh?” growled Mc
Quade. "Well, I’ll break him, or my
name’s not McQuade. The damned
meddling upstart, with his plays and
fine women! You’re a hell of a dog you
are! Why the devil didn’t you kill his
pup for him?"
McQuade sent a kick at the dog, who
dodged It successfully, trotted out to
the typewriter and crawled under the
girl’s skirts.
Warrington went home, thoroughly
angry with himself^ Withdraw? It
would have to be something more tan
gible than threats.
“There was a long distance call for
you this afternoon,” announced his
aunt. “The Benningtons want you to
come up at once instead of next week.”
Warrington brightened perceptibly.
He went to work, but his heart wasn’t
In it. The Interview with McQuade in
sisted upon recurring. Why hadn’t he
walked out without any comment what
ever? Silence would have crushed Mc
Quade. He knew that McQuade could
not back up this threat; it was only a
threat. Bah! Once more he flung him
self Into his work.
Half an hour later the door bell rang.
• ••••<•
Herculaneum had a unique character.
He was a pompous little man to whom
the Inelegant applied the term of runt.
He never could have passed the army
examination, for he had no Instep. Ho
walked like a duck, flat footed, minus
the waddle. He was pop-eyed, and the
fumes of strong drink had loosened the
tear ducts bo that his eyes swam in a
perennial mist of tears. His wife still
called him William, but down town he
was Bill. He knew everybody in town,
and everybody in town knew him.
There was a time when he had been on
intimate terms with so distinguished a
person as Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene. He
will tell you to This day how he was
wont to dandle her on his knee. Bill
was one of those Individuals of whom
it is said: “He means well." In other
words, he was a do-nothing, a ne'er
do-well. He had been comparatively
rtch once, but he had meant well with
his money. One grand splurge, and it
was all over. Herculaneum still recol
lects that splurge. When in his cups.
Bill was always referring to those gor
geous days. Afterward, Bill and his
family lived from hand to mouth.
Bill had a wonderful memory; he
never forgot those who laughed at him
and those who nodded kindly. He was
shiftless and laxy, but he had a code of
honor. Bill could have blackmailed
many a careless man of prominence,
had he been so minded. But a man
who had once dined a governor of the
state could do no wrong. His main
fault was that he had neglected to
wean his former greatness; he still
nursed it. Thus, it was beneath his
dignity to accept a position as a clerk
in a store or shop.
Bill marched into the Warrington
place jauntily. He wore a tie. Jove
ran out and sniffed the frayed hems
of his trousers. The door opened pres
ently.
"Is Richard in?” Bill asked. He had;
had only two drinks that evening.
(Continued Next Week !
GAVE HIM AWAT.
Willie—Say. maw, pop muat tell you
' a lot of riddled
His Mother—Why do you ask?
Willie—Well, I heard him tell Mr.
Jones last night that he had you
guessing.
" • »
Nothing Wrong.
From the Baltimore and Richmond Chris
tian Advocate.
"My! Miss Ma'r," said the old darke)
' to the young lady of the house, the morn
i lug after her coming-out bail, "you sho
; did look sweet las' night. My! I hardlj
knowed you. Bey wasn't a thing aboul
1 you dat looked najchel.”
The Place to Die.
From'the Atlanta Constitution.
"My hero dies n the middle of my latest
novel." said the young author.
"That-.- a get .e mistake." replied the ed
itor. ' !< -.t n.ld r.rt bit before the readui
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ANXIETY WAS FOR THE KEG
Overcharge a Small Matter, but Cus
tomer Old Hate to See Good
Material Hurt.
Every nail-keg in the store had its
jccupant, the checker-board was work
ing overtime, and mittens and muf
flers were stuffed in bulgy pockets, as
their owners drew closer round the
big, rusty stove.
The door opened noisily, letting in a
blast of the storm raging outside, and
in its wake followed Rufe Blevins, a
giant wood-chopper, whose good na
ture and ready wit made him a wel
come addition to the store circle.
The loafers moved a little closer to
gether to make room for Rufe on a
soap-box, but he marched past the
friendly circle, plumped an empty
molasses-keg down on the counter,
and drew a staibed bill from his
pocket, which he held out to the pro
prietor of the store.
An expectant grin went round the
circle, for Storekeeper Jones had the
reputation of never wronging himself
by overweighing or underchu.ging.
The merchant adjusted his glasses
and looked expectantly from the bill
to the wood-chopper.
"Notice you charged me for five gal
lons o’ molasses last time I had this
four-gallon keg filled,” drawled Rufe.
'1 don’t mind payin’ for the extra gal
lon, Mr. Jones, but I do kinder hate
to have a good keg strained to pieces.”
—Youth’s Companion.
DIDN’T CARE TO BE DONE.
r*
'HillM
I Howell—He does everything in his
power—
Powell—Then I’m glad that I’m not
in his power.
ALL RUN DOWN.
A Typical Case of Kidney Trouble and
How It Was Cured.
1 A. J. Adams, 242 Rose St., Roseburg,
Ire., says: “My back aehed fiercely
for hours and then eased np only to
leave me so weak I could hardly move.
Kidney secretions con
tained heavy sediment
and burned awfully in
passage. Everything
seemed to be gradu
ally giving way; my
limbs aohed, sight be
came poor and blood
circulation was so im
paired that I reeled
ind had to clutch something to keep
.’rom falling. I grew worse and for
weeks was unable to work. One thing
after another I tried without., relief
and then I began with Doan's Kidney
Pills, I now feel like a different per
son.”
Remember the name—Doan’s.
For sale by all dealers. 50 cents a
iox. Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
Net Exactly Patriotic.
He was, let us say, Irish, was among
leveral men of other nationalities, and
lad imbibed several beverages. He
was extremely anxious, moreover, to
uphold the glories of Erin, but was
>ot quite so sure of what was going
>n about him. A foreigner near him
-emarked;
"An honest man is the noblest work
jf God!”
The Hibernian didn’t quite catch
what was said
"Get out!—an Irishman is!” he
■oared.
Her Way.
Mrs. Woggs—So you keep your hus
band home evenings? I suppose you
put his slippers where he can find
em?
Mrs. Boggs—No; I put his over
shoes where he can't.—Puck.
On Occasion.
i "Pop, is it X that is an unknown
quantity?”
, “I have always found it so, niv son,
j whenever I tried to borrow one.”
8HE WAS THE CAUSE.
Hewitt—I am a ruined man.
Jewett—Does your wife know it?
Hewitt—No, she doesn't yet reallzs
what she has done.
SCRATCHED TILL BLOOD RAM
"When my boy was about three
months old his head broke oat with a
rash which was very itchy and ran a
watery fluid. We tried everything wf
could but he got worse all the tima
till it spread to his arms, legs and
then to his entire body. Be got se
bad that he came near dying. The
rash would itch so that he would
scratch till the blood ran, and a thir
yellowish stuff would be alt over his
pillow in the morning. I had to put
mittens on his hands to prevent him
tearing his skin. He was so weak
and run down that he took fainting
spells as if he were dying. He was
almost a skeleton and his tittle hands
were thin like claws.
"He was bad about eight months
when we tried Cuticura Remedies. I
had not laid him down in his cradle
In the daytime for a long while. X
washed him with Cuticura Soap and
put on one application of Cuticura
Ointment and he was so soothed that
he could sleep. You don't know how
glad 1 was he felt better. It took one
box of Cuticura Ointment and pretty
near one cake of Cuticura Soap to
cure him. I think our boy would have
died hut for the Cuticura Remedies
and I shall always remain a Arm
friend of them. There has been no
return of the trouble. I shaft bo glad
to have you publish this true state
ment of his cure.” (Signed* Mrs. Mf.
C. Maitland, Jasper, Ontario, Slay 27,
1910.
Recognize Value of Freeh Air.
New York city now has In opera
tion twelve open air sckeotfe and
classes, and deAnlte provision has
been made for fourteen slnsHav classes
to be opened by next fall, according
to an announcement made by tfl&e Na
tional Association for the and
Prevention of Tuberculosis. Chicago
has six open air classes la Its Schools,
and Boston has Ave.
Happy Family.
Mrs. Scrapplngton (in the midst of
her reading)—Here is an account of a
woman turning on the gas while her
husband was asleep and asphyxiating
him!
Mr. Scrapplngton—Very considerate
of her, I’m sure! Some wives' wake
their husbands up, and then talk them
to death.—Puck.
Taking a Chance.
Employer—So, then. Miss Willing,
you're leaving us for good?
Miss Willing—No Sir! fiVw better
or for worse!
Dr. Pierce’s Pellets, small, suga<u.’eated
easy to take as candy, regulate and invig
orate stomach, liver and bowels cud cure
constipation.
Ambition is a longing that makes
some men near-great.
Your Liver
is Clogged up
That’s Why You’m
Sorts—Have No
CARTER’S
LIVER
will pot
in a lew
They
their doty.
Css
Coastfea.
lion, BiU
ioasaess, Udigestioa, and
SMALL PILL SHALL DOSE. SMALL FRICK
Genuine mu.-that Signature
