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SUBTLE HUMOR.
JEW SCORED ON ARISTOCRAT
Ill-Bred Remark Brought Discomfiture
on Duke of Westminster and
His Companion.
A friend of mine who is In Cairo
Just now told me a good story In a
recent letter of an old Jew of that
city who scored off tho young duke of
Westminster and his Inseparable com
panion, Lord Rlcksavage, when they
were there a few weeks ago. They
were buying some Jewelry In the ba
ser there, and the duke remarked aud
ibly to his friend:
"The fool doesn’t speak English of
ieourse.’’ But the fool understood well
(enough.
i "Do you splk Italian?” he asked
them, to which they replied In the
negative.
“Do you splk Grlk?”
"No.”
"Do you splk Turk?"
"No.”
“Do you splk Russian?”
"No.”
"Me one time fool,” said the old
man after a short but eloquent pause:
"you five times fool!” And the duke
and his friend retired discomfited.—
Exchange.
Astonished Husband.
De Wolfe Hopper tells a good story
about the domestic unhappiness of an
other actor. The hero of the Joke was
a man who had married because the
jwomnn had much money, although no
pteauty. Naturally, after the wedding
ceremony and tho acquisition of the
bride’s financial resources, the hus
band was never very attentive to her.
Another member of the company in
which the couple were appearing was,
however, far more appreciative of the
lady’s charms, and proceeded to make
love to her In an ardent but stealthy
manner. The grand finale came one
evening when the actor discovered
the other mun kissing his wife. The
fond lover stood petrified with fear,
and expected to be shot down tho
next moment.
No such thing happened. The out
raged husband only lifted his hands
toward the celling with a gesture of
Intense surprise, and exclaimed:
"Merciful heavens! And ho didn’t
even have to!”
Clever Youth.
“Do you kuow," he said, ‘‘that every
time I look at you 1 have thoughts
of revenge?"
“Why?" she gasped.
“Because," ho answered, "revenge is
sweet.”
Then she told him she thought to
morrow would bo a good time to see
papa.
In every action, reflect upon the
end. and in your undertaking it con
sider why you do it.—Jeremy Taylor.
HARD TO DROP
But Many Drop It
A young Calif, wife talks about
coffee:
"It was hard to drop Mocha and
Java and give Postum a trial, but my
nerves were so shattered that I was
a nervous wreck and of course that
means all kinds of ills.
“At first I thought bicycle riding
caused It and I gave it up, but my con
dition remained unchanged. I did not
want to acknowledge coffee caused the
trouble for 1 was very fond of It.
"About that time a friend came to
live with us, and I noticed that after
he had been with us a week he would
not drink his coffee any more. I asked
him the reason, lie replied, ‘I have
not had a headache since I left off
drinking coffee, some months ago, till
last week, when I began again, here at
your table. I don't see how anyone
can like coffee, anyway, after drink
ing Postum’!
“I said nothing, but at once ordered
a packago of Postum. That was five
months ago, and we have drank no
coffee since, except on two occasions
when wo had company, and the result
each time was that my husband could
not sleep, but lay awake and tossed
and talked half the night. We were
convinced that coffee caused his suf
fering, so we returned to Postum, con
vinced that the coffee was an enemy,
Instead of a friend, and he Is troubled
no more by insomnia,
“I, myself, have gained 8 poundB in
weight, and my nerves have ceased tc
quiver. It seems so easy now to quil
the .old coffee that caused our aches
and ills and take up Postum." Nairn
given by Postum Co., Battle Creek
Mich.
Read the little book, "The Road ti
Wellvllle,” In pkgs. "There’s a reason.’
Ever re«tJ 15ie hIiovc IHtfit A kt
occ ni»|M*t:r* from time lo time. IV:
■re iretnifae, tree, and fall of fewai«
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CHAPTER XVIII—(Continued.)
"Trust mo for that,” answered Car
touche, quietly. "I can muster 100 such
if necessary. But why is M. de Riche
lieu imprisoned, monsieur?”
"Simply because the regent wishes
It,” I said. "Richelieu has done noth
ing.”
"Ah!" and Cartouche remained for
a moment thoughtful. "Well, mon
sieur,” he said, at last, in a tone full
of significance, "I do not believe we
shall need to have recourse to a rescue
of that character. The matter will soon
adjust itself."
"Adjust itself? But how?” I ques
tioned, in amazement.
"No matter," and Cartouche laughed,
a short dry laugh. "Only, monsieur,
should a rescue become necessary, you
may count upon me.”
"Very well,” I said. “I shall see you
again, then, if there is need,” and I
turned my horse back in tho direction
from which I had come.
"Walt a moment, monsieur,” he
called, with a good humored chuckle,
coming out of the house and putting
up his pistol. "Tou are already on the
road to Versailles. It is one of the
principles of our business never to tell
the truth if It can be avoided. Con
tinue straight ahead and you will reach
St. Cloud. Ten leagues farther is Ver
sailles.”
I turned my horse about with a Jerk.
"Does the road run through a wood
near here?” I osked, as I took a new
hold on tho brldlo.
"Not half a league farther on, mon
slour," he answered, in a surprised
voice, and I was off before he could
say more. As I glanced back over my
shoulder I saw him standing there still
staring after me, and then, as though
struck by a sudden idea, turn and
vanish within tho cabin. I had need
of haste, for 11 o’clock could not be far
distant. But the horse Madame du
Maine had provided was a good one,
and I laughed as I pictured to myself
how she must be tearing her hair at
the thought that it was she who had
given me the means of saving the re
gent. The moon had risen clear of the
trees while I was parleying with Car
touche and flooded the country with
noonday brightness. Fearing no pit
falls in this wide and level road, I
spured onward, peering ahead for the
wood of which Cartouche had spoken,
but of which I could see no sign. Once
I thought I hoard the beat of horses’
hoofs behind me, but when I turned
in my saddle I saw no one, and con
cluded that they were merely the echo
of my own. The minutes passed, and
finally, to my great relief, away before
me I saw that the white road seemed
to disappear In the darkness, as though
cut off at the entrance to a tunnel.
This, then, was the wood, and with
new ardor, for I had begun to fear that
Cartouche had misled me, I galloped
towards it. The road flew past un
der my horse like some gigantic rib
bon, and in a moment I was in tho
shadow of the trees.
Here l paused. 1 did not know
how far the wood extended, nor
did I know at what point the
ambush had been prepared. The only
thing to be done, evidently, was to ride
to the other sldo and stop the regent
and Ills' party before they entered It.
I proceeded cautiously, the dust dead
ening the hoofbeats of my horse, for 1
dlil not know at what moment I myself
might be greeted by a volley from the
roadside. At last, far down the av
enue ahead, I saw the road opening
out Into the plain, and at the same
moment I again heard the sound of
swiftly galloping horses In my rear.
This time there was no mistaking the
sound, anil as I turned, I saw a troop
of three or four men Just entering the
wood. As I looked at them the mys
terious words of Cartouche Hashed Into
my head. Could It be that It was to
him the duchess had confided the task
of assassinating the regent, and that
he had not suspected my purpose until
too late to stop me? The thought made
me drive the spurs once more Into the
flanke of my horse, and as I did so, I
heard again that clear, sharp whistle
which Cartouche had used once before
to summon his men to attack me. Al
most before the sound had died away
under the trees there came a flash of
Are from the roadside, a ringing report,
and my horse stumbled and nearly fell,
then continued slowly onward, limping
badly. 1 heard the horses of my pur
suers rapidly drawing nearer, and even
at that moment I saw ahead of me down
the road another little troop approach
ing from the direction of Versalles, and
knew It was the regent and three or
four companions. Would I be on time?
Would my horse carry me out of the
forest? The troop behind mo was dan
gerously close.
“Stop, monsieur,” cried a voice which
I knew to be that of Cartouche. “Stop
or we flro!"
Without answering, I threw myself
forward upon my horse's neck and
again drove In the spurs. I could hear
the poor brute's breath coming in gasps,
and from the trembling of his body I
knew he was almost done. But It was
no time to spare him, and the white
road gleaming in the moonlight Just
ahead was so near—so near.
Again Cartouche cried out for me to
halt, and again I did not answer.
I glanced ahead and saw that the
regent’s party had apparently heard the
tramp of our horses, for they had
stopped to listen. In an Instant I had
seized a pistol from the holster and
fired It In the air. They would hear
the report and at least bo prepared to
face the danger which threatened
thorn. As my shot rang out through
the still night air I heard a savage
oath behind me. There tame a crash
of pistols and a great blow seemed to
strike me In the head. I reeled In the
saddle, caught myself as I was falling,
and held on. The earth seemed whirl
ing under me. strange lights danced
before my eyes. I shook them from me
with clenched teeth; I was out in the
moonlight; my horse still staggered on.
And then, as In a dream, I saw the re
gent, sitting 6n his horse calmly In the
middle of the road.
“Save yourself, monsieur!" I cried.
Save yourself! They would kill you!’1
I felt the horse slipping from under
me, the sky grew black, something In
my head seemed to burst, and I knew
no more.
CHAPTER XIX.
DANCENIS TELLS THE STORY.
I lay for some time without stirring,
looking fllcedly at the window In front
of me apd wondering in a vague way
what had happened. I could see the
sun shining brightly on some shrubbeyy
outside the window. The view woe
stopped by a wall, and ti dull and mon*
otonoue roar, which I recognized a* be
1 longing to the city, wits In my ears. 1
perceived I was In bed. A whilst nar
j row bed. I turned my head slowly an<5
. gazed about the room, ft wae smal
and plainly furnished, but seemed clear
’ and comfortable. The thought forcec
, tte way Into my mfhd that t had nerei
before been In this room. How, then,
did I get there?
I closed my eyes again, and for a
long time my brain refused to grapple
with the problem. It seemed as though
coming back from a country full of
mist, and clouds of the mist still clung
to It. Finally, with supreme effort of
will, I opened my eyes again and
again looked through the window
and about the room. This time I could
think more clearly. No, I had never
been here before, and the question re
peated Itself, How, then, did I get here?
And still I could get no farther than
the question. I heard a door open, and
some one tiptoed to the bedside. I
found myself looking up Into a sweet,
colorless face. It was surrounded by a
black wimple, and I remembered dimly
that I had seen nuns wearing such.
The eyes looked down for a moment
into mine and were then withdrawn.
As I still lay staring at the celling, an
other face appeared before me. It was
the face of a man whom I did not
know. Or, wait a moment, I had seen
It before somewhere, but my brain
seemed to recoil at the effort at recol
lection.
“He Is doing nicely," I heard a voice
say. “He will soon be quite well. The
danger was that he would never regain
consciousness.”
Again the face was withdrawn, and
I felt an arm under my head lifting me
up. A cup was pressed to my Ups.
“Drink," said a voice, the man’s
voice, "It will do you good.”
I drank obediently, almost mechanic
ally. Then I was lowered again, and
the arm was removed. A great heavi
ness oppressed my eyelids. I did not
struggle against It, but yielded to It
gladly and drifted away Into the land
of mist.
When I opened my eyes again the
sun was still shining without the win
dow; nothing In the room was changed.
But my head seemed quite clear and I
could think without weariness. What
was this room In which I found myself?
I looked around and examined It at
tentively. A small room, 12 feet
square, perhaps, the bed, two chairs,
a small table, and a stove In one cor
ner tho only furniture. There were
a number of bottles and glasses on
the table. I raised my hand to my
head, surprised at the effort It cost me,
and was astonished to find a bandage
about my forehead. What had hap
pended? Had I been Injured?
And In a flash It all came back to me
—the arrest, the ride through the
night, the encounter with Cartouche,
the flash of pistols and then darkness.
I must have been wounded In the head.
But the regent—was he safe? Riche
lieu—where was he? A thousand
questions surged Into my brain at once.
I raised myself upon my elbow and
cried aloud. The door opened In a
moment, and a woman entered, the
same woman whose face I had already
seen bending over me.
“Monsieur Is awake, then," she said,
smiling at me kindly, but forcing me
gently back upon my pillow. “Mon
sieur Is better.
“Yes, yes, I am better,” I answered.
“But what has happened? Where am
I? The regent, Richelieu, Madame du
Maine—”
»ne laid ner nana upon my ups.
“Have patience,” she said. “I will
call the doctor."
Sho left the room while I still
lay overwhelmed by my thoughts.
She was soon back, and with her the
man who had accompanied her once
before, and this time I recognized him
as Levau, the surgeon who had bound
up my shoulder at the Cafe Procope.
"Geod morning, M. de Brancas,”
he cried, In a jovial voice, as he came
to my bedside. ”1 see you are doing
famously and will soon be on your feet
again. How do you feel?”
"I feel no pain,” I answered, ” but
am very weak."
"No pain In the head, eh? Well, that
Is good. Come, now, let me see the
wound,” and he untied the bandage
from about my temples, held up my
head and apparently examined a wound
at the back. “Upon my word," he said,
after a moment, replacing the bandage,
"I have never seen anything prettier.
Ah, monsieur, it Is pure blood that
tells, and you are an Ideal patient.
Why, that stab you received In the
shoulder the other day has left noth
ing but a scar, and In a week from now
this little scratch will have ceased to
trouble you.”
“But what Is It?” I asked, scarcely
able to restrain my Impatience while
this examination was In progress. “1
was shot, I know that; but how did I
get here, and where am I and what
has been done with my friends.
"One question at a time, M. de Bran
cas," and Levau stood smiling down at
me. “You were brought back to Paris
from the place on the roadside where
the bullet which struck you In the head
luld you. This Is the Hotel Dleu, and
you have to thank the nursing of Sis
ter Angelica here that you are alive to
day. The bullet did not enter the
skull, but simply stunned you—a glance
blow. It looked for a time, however,
os though you were never going to
open your eyes ngpln. You had
also a bullet In your shoulders, but
that was a mere nothing."
"How long have I been here, then?”
I asked.
"Six days, monsieur,” and Levau still
smiled.
"Six days!” I gasped. “But tell me,
monsieur, what has become of Rlche
lleu.of Madame du Maine, and of all
the others.”
“Now there, M. de Brancas, you are
getting beyond me,” and Levau waved
UlB hands depreeatlngly. "I do not
meddlo with politics. When you ask
me concerning your injury I have my
answers ready on my lips, but when
you go Into politics I am all At sea.
Hut wait a moment," he added, kindly;
i “I think I can bring you some one who
i has Inquired after you every day and
, who can answer all these questions,”
and ho left the room. In a moment
i he returned, bringing with him a man,
who rushed toward my bed, his face
alight with pleasure.
1 “D’Ancenls!” I cried.
. “Yes, de Brancas, It Is I,” and the
, marquis took my hand with the heart
, test of claps. ”1 cannot tell how pleased
I am to hear that you will aoon be well
again. I had Just come to Inquire after
you when Levau was summoned by the
nurse, Rnd I was Imagining the moat
horrible things when he returned with
[ the news that you are so much bet
, ter.”
, "Thank y<?U. monsieur,” I answered,
, more moved than I cared to show by
s his evident concern. "But tell me
. where are my friends?"
D’Anoenls glanced questionlngly al
I I,evnu.
The latter nodded encouragingly.
1 "Tell him, monsieur,” he said “P
1 will do him no harm to talk, uivt wor
, ry might retard his recovery, althougt
j the effects of the Injury' are atihosi
r passed. You will excuse pie, gentle
men," and, followed by the nurse, ho
left the room.
"Very well, then,” said d'Ancenls,
drawing a chair to the bedside and
ngain taking my hand. "Proceed with
your questions, de Brancas.”
“First,” I said, after a moment's
pause to enable me to marshal my
thoughts In some kind of order, “is
the regent safe?”
"Quite safe," and d'Ancenls smiled
more than ever. "That night ride of
yours, my friend, did not deserve to be
otherwise than successful. I have
heard tho regent tell the story a dozen
times. He and his party heard first the
rapid beat of horses' hoofs. They
paused to listen, when from the wood
in front of them came a rider, clinging
to his horse’s neck and fired a pistol
into the air. There was a volley of
shots behind him and he was seen to
reel and almost fall. He caught himself
by a supremo effort, clung to the sad
dle until 10 paces from the regent,
cried to him to save himself, and
dropped senseless from his horse and
rolled to the side of the road. It was over
in a moment, the scoundrels who had
shot him remaining concealed in the
shelter of the trees. The regent, sus
pecting some treachery, Immediately
drew his pistols, as did the gentlemen
with him,and retreated until some dis
tance from the wood, so that surprise
was impossible. Then a courier from
Paris, who had reached him a few mo
ments before, was sent back half a
league to St. Cloud for re-enforcements.
As soon as these arrived th^wood was
entered, but no ono was found. The
regent examined the body by the road,
and at once recognized you, my friend.
He knew not what to make of it, but
ordered you picked up and brought
back to Paris. There he heard from the
commandant of the Versailles gate how
vou had got through. A little later,
he learned from me how you had es
caped from the hall and of the efforts
made by Madame du Maine to stop
you, for she was not so circumspect in
this affair as is usual with her, and
betrayed herself completely. The re
gent can put two and two together as
well as any man, and he was not long
in arriving at a conclusion. This con
clusion became a certainty when a con
fession was secured from one of Car
touche’s rogues, who attempted to re
enter Paris the next morning and was
captured. He told all of the details of
the ambuscade, and how Car
touche himself, with his com
panions, was to have attacked
the regent should he get past the wood
alive. Cartouche has left Paris and is
across the frontier b this time. Real
ly, de Brancas," and d'Ancenls paused
a moment to look at me, “you are a
devil of a fellow. This was quite in
line with your escape from the Bas
tile.”
“And Richelieu?" I asked.
“Is still In prison, and likely to re
main there for some time to come, to
say no worse. His offense is nothing
less than treason, monsieur, and the
regent has sworn to have his head.”
I groaned aloud.
“ ’Tls what 1 feared,” I said. “I must
get up,” and I raised myself on one
elbow.
“Gently, gently, de Rrancas,” and
across the frontier by this time. Real
d’Ancenis pushed me back again, nor
did I resist him greatly, for I
was weaker than I had thought.
“Do you think one man, al
ready half dead, would be able to lib
erate Richelieu? You propose to take
the Bastille by storm, I suppose, single
handed and alone. I should not be sur
prised to see you undertake such an
exploit.”
I remained for a moment silent.
“Tell me the rest,” I said, finally.
“Madame du Maine, Cellamara, Mile,
de Launay,—what has happened to
them?”
“Cellamare was conducted out of
Paris and started for Spain under a
strong escort the morning after his ar
rest,” answered d'Ancenls. “He pro
tested, of course, but it was of no use.
The papers which were found In his
possession exposed all the details of the
plot, which was marvellously well ar
ranged, and which almost makes one
admire the duchess. Madame du
Maine submitted very quietly until she
found she was to be taken to the cit
adel of Dijon, when she fought like a
tigress, but It was to no avail, and she
was safely lodged In the dungeon, vow
ing a hundred kinds of vengeance
against her jailers. Mile, du Launay
wished to accompany her mistress, but
the regent was afraid to allow those
two women to remain together, so
mademoiselle was given a cell in the
Bastille, as were all the other prison
ers arrested at the Tullerles. We found
Pollgnac lying senseless on the floor,
and he was quite hysterical for a time,
protesting his Innocence. De Mesmes
did the same, but both were silenced
when they were confronted by their
own statements of their share In the
conspiracy. The Due du Maine was
also arreted.”
“The Due du Maine?” I cried; “but
he knew nothing about it. I have nev
er even seen him.”
(Continued Next Week.)
REFUSING A CROWN.
Manager—Say, I want a super to take
the part of a king. Youil get 60 cents a
performance.
Applicant—Sorry, boss, but I can't as
sume the affairs o' state for anything
Vke that amount.
The Man and tho Place.
Andrew Carnegie was giving advice
on a recent Sunday to one of the
younger members of the Rockefeller
blble cJfess.
"I am an advocate of early mar
riages,” he said. "The right man. in
the right place, at the right time, is
a very good saying, and. to my mind,
the right man in tho right place at
the right time Is unquestionably a
husband reading to his wife'on a win
ters night beside the radiator.
King George used automobiles In his
tiger mint. No wonder he bagged 30.—
Philadelphia Inquirer.
Colonel Harvey has just written a book
on "The Power of Tolerance." Why not
try it on Woodrow Wilson?—New York
Evening World.
A New York manager announces a com
ing Bernhardt season In vaudeville It ap
pears that tip divine Sarah's dramatic
farewells to America have constituted a
fair rase of much adieu about nothing.—
New York Wqtid.
His Only Complaint.
Senator Beveridge, at a luncheon in
New York, was talking about the child
labor problem.
"Children are so plucky and so
cheerful,” he said, "we don't realize
how horribly overworked they are till
It’s too late—till their bodies and
minds are stunted irretrievably.
"I was once talking to a tiny errand
boy at the height of the Christmas
shopping season. He was working, I
knew, 17 hours a day. As he walked
sturdily along with a mountain of par
cels piled on his thin, narrow shoul
ders, I said to him:
‘“Do you like your job?’
‘“Yes, sir,’ he said; .‘I like it fine.
Only—’
“Here he grinned up at me gayly
from beneath his load.
“ ‘Only I’m afraid I’m doing an au
tomobile truck out of a Job.”
Not That Kind.
“It would save a lot of trouble,” said
a newspaper man the other day to
Representative Slayden of Texas, aft
er the Democratic caucus on the
Henry resolution to investigate the
"money trust,” "if you would allow us
to attend the caucus.”
“On the contrary,” replied Mr. Slay
den, with a twinkle in his eye, “I
thought it would make a lot of
trouble.”
“Well, can’t you give me an In
terview on it, now that the fight is
over?”
"No,” answered Mr. Slayden, “it
would be against my principles. I
never kiss and tell!"
What Is In a Name?
A Chicago man who hardly knew
one tune from another made the mis
take of taking a knowing woman to a
concert at Orchestra hall. The se
lections were apparently familiar to
him, but when the "Wedding March”
of Mendelssohn was being played he
began to evince some interest.
"That sounds familiar,” he said. “I
am not strong on these classical
things, but that’s a good one. What
is it?”
“That,” gravely replied the woman,
"is the 'Maiden’s Prayer.’ ”
Naturally.
Robert, at the age of twelve, was
much puzzled over one question in
his examination paper on civics. It
ran, “If the president, vice-president,
and all the members of the cabinet
should die, who would officiate?” Rack
ing his brain in vain to remember the
order of succession, a happy thought
came to him, and he wrote:
“The undertaker.”-—Woman’s Home
Companion.
Summing It Up.
“Was the charity ball a success?”
“Oh, yes, indeed. They say the
gowns must have cost a half million
at least.”
“And how much was raised for
charity?"
“Why, nearly $700. Wasn't that
fine?”
A Quarter Century
Before the public. Over Five Million Free
Samples given away each year. The con
stant ana increasing sales from samples
proves the genuine merit of Allen’s Foot
Ease, the antiseptic powder to be shaken
into the shoes for Tired, Aching, Swollen
Tender feet. Sample free. Address, Allen
S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y.
Poor Henry.
“Peck claims that when he married
he was mislead.”
“Yes, and now he is Mrs.-led."
Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets first put
up 40 years ago. They regulate and invig
orate stomach, liver and bowels. Sugar
coated tiny granules.
The young man who marries an
heiress may not have to wait BO years
in order to celebrate his golden wed
ding.
Every one is liable to a bilious attack. Be
foiearuied with a package of Garfield Tea.
Usually a man is a poor judge of
his own importance.
1 fl
Cholly—What’s the time, old chap?
I’ve an Invitation to dinner at seven,
and my watch isn’t going.
Gussie—Why, wasn’t your watch
Invited, too, deah boy?
PHYSICIAN SAID ECZEMA
CAME FROM TEETHING
"When my little girl was about
eight months old, she was taken with
a very irritating breaking out, which
came on her face, neck and back.
When she first came down with it, It
came in little watery-like festers under
her eyes, and on her chin, then after
a few days it would dry down in scaly,
white scabs. In the daytime she was
quite worrysome and would dig and
scratch her face nearly all the time.
"I consulted our physician and found
she was suffering from eczema, which
he said came from her teething. I
used the ointment he gave mo and
without any relief at all. Then I
wrote for a book on Cuticura and pur
chased some Cuticura Soap and Oint
ment at the drug store. I did as I
found directions in the Cuticura Book
let, and when she was one year old,
she was entirely cured. Now she is
three years and four months, and she
has never been troubled with eczema
since she was cured by the Cuticura
Soap and Cuticura Ointment.” (Signed
Mrs. Freeman Craver, 311 Lewis St.,
Syracuse, N. Y., May 6, 1911.
Although Cuticura Soap and Oint
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mailed free on application to “Cutt
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good for people?”
“Well,” replied the indolent person,
"I fell in while skating and I must ad
mit that the fright cured me of hic
coughs."
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