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Those Peruna Testimonials How Are They Obtained? For a great many years I have been gath ering statistics as to the effects of Peruna when taken for ca tarrhal de rangements. I have on hand thousands of unsolicited tes timonials from people In all stations of life, who claim that after many years futile at temnts to rid S, B. HARTMAN. M. D. themselves of chronic catarrh by various forms of treatment they have found complete relief by the use of Peruna. These testimonials have come to me unrequested, unso licited, unrewarded In any way, di rectly or Indirectly. They have sim ply been gleaned from my private cor respondence with patients that have been more or less under my treatment or taking my remedies. No remedy, official or unofficial, has a greater accredited basis for the claims we make for It than Peruna as a remedy for catarrh. I have never been opposed at any time to the regulations offered by the Pure Food and Drugs Act. I am not now opposed to Its provisions, but I am opposed to the proposed amend ments to give to a partisan board of physicians the unqualified authority to decide as to all therapeutic claims which may be made for a proprietary medicine. It is manifestly unjust to DISGRACED: , "We dined out last evening. Pa dis graced us, as usual." “How so." “Got to the end of the dinner With three forks and two spoons still Wnused." Problem in Physics. A native of T., on the coast of Scot- j land, when the contract for the build ing of the first three steamers fitted i With electric lights at the local ship yard was completed, formed one of the social party gathered to entertain the electricians, says Ideas In a burst of candor and comradeship, he was heard to say to one of the wire •nen: "Mon, Peter, efter workln' wl’ you •n they boats, I believe I could put in the electric licht masal’, but there's (only one thing that bates me.” "Aye, aye, Sandy, what is that?” Inquired his Interested friend, willing Jtn help him if it lay In his power. "Weel, mon,” replied Sandy, "It’s ftilst this: I dtnna ken hoo yet get the lie tae rln alang the wires.” In the Night Editor’s Room. "Here’s a long story about that •torm on the lake the other day. Want It cut down?" "Does it begin, 'The storm beggars Rescript Ion?”* “Yes." "Well, run that, and cut out the de scription." Which? “Have you had much experfence In booking up?" "Horses or waists?” THE BEST TEACHER. Old Experience Still Holds the Palm. For real practical reliability and j something to swear by, experience— i plain old experience—is able to carry * big load yet without getting sway backed. A So. Dak. woman found some things about food from Old Experi ence a good, reliable teacher. She writes: “I think I have used almost every : breakfast food manufactured, but none j equal Grape-Nuts In my estimation. “I was greatly bothered with weak stomach and Indigestion, with forma- I tloa of gas after eating, and tried many remedies for it but did not find relief. “Then 1 decided I must diet and see it I could overcome the difficulty that i way. My choice of food was Grape Nuts because the doctor told me I could not digest starchy food. "Grape-Nuta food has been a great benefit to me for I feel like a different person since I begun to eat it. It la wonderful to me bow strong my nerves have become. I advise every one to try it, for experience Is the best teacher. “If you have any stomach trouble— can't digest your food, use Grape Nuts food for breakfast at least, and you wen't be able to praise it enough when you see how different you feel." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellvllle,” in pkgs. “There's a Reason." Ever read Ike above letlerf A aew •u appear* from time to time. They ore aenalne. true, aad (all at hununa tatereat. Adv. ¥f ; jHpy ;.*• / ' fee refer such questions to a body of men who are already convinced of the worthlessness of proprietary medi cines. To give such a body of men the unlimited authority to decide whether our claims for Peruna are valid or not is a manifest violation of my constitutional rights. My claims are based both on cred itable theoretical grounds and upon irrefutable statistics. But I am quite willing to have our claims as to the composition of Peruna properly and thoroughly Investigated, and if found to be false a proper penalty should be fixed. Or if I am making any statements concerning disease, as to the nature, symptoms or danger of any disease, if I am making any such statements as to unnecessarily fright en the people by false assumptions, I am willing to submit to any unbiased tribunal or investigation. Mrs. Alice Bogle, 803 Clinton St., Circleville, Ohio, writes: “I want to inform you what Peruna has done for me. I have been afllieted with ca tarrh for several years. I have tried different medicines and none seemed to do me any good until I used Pe runa. I have taken six bottles and can praise it very highly for the good it has done me. I also find it of great benefit to my children.” Peruna is for sale at all drug stores. ASK YOUR DRUG GIST FOR FREE PE RUNA ALMANAC FOR 1913. Shopper’s Cfamp. Simeon Ford, at a dinner of hotel men in New York, discussed a new disease. “There's a new disease called shop per’s cramp," he said “It appears early in December, becomes violent ly epidemic about the middle of the month and ends suddenly on the eve ning of the 24th. "Women feel shopper’s cramp in the arms, the limbs, everywhere; but it attacks the husband only in one place—the pocket.” SKIN ERUPTION ON CHEEK Kinsley, Mich.—“Last May my thirfceen-months-old baby had a sore come on her cheek. It started in four or five small pimples and in two or three hours' time spread to the size of a sliver dollar. It spread to her eye. Then water would run from the pim ples and wherever that touched It caus ed more sores until nearly all one cheek and up her nostrils were one solid sore. She was very fretful. She certainly was a terrible looking child, and nothing seemed to be of any use. “Then I got some Cutlcura Soap and Cutlcura Ointment. She tried to rub oft everything we put on so that we would sit and hold her hands for two hours at a 'time, trying to give the medicine a chance to help her, but after I washed It with Cutlcura Soap and then put on the Cutlcura Oint ment they seemed to soothe her and she did not try to rub them off. It was only a few days before her face was all healed up, and there has been no return of the trouble since. We thought that baby’s face would surely be scarred, but It is not.” (Signed) Mrs. W. J. Cleland, Jan. 6, 1912. Cutlcura 9oap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of each free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address poet-card “Cutlcura, Dept L, Boston.’' Adv. Pleasing Sounds. “What is more delightful than the careless prattle of a child?" asked the fond father?" "Havo you ever heard the rattle of a train for which you had been waiting nine hours at a lonely little station 760 miles from home?” replied the traveling man. Their Cinch. "Guns have an easy job, haven't they?” "How do you mean?” •'They're employed only to be tired.” The Condition. “Can your wife keep a secret?” “Certainly, If there Is nobody around for her to tell It to." Unusual. "A candlemakcr combines ex tremes.” "How so?" “Hts business is both cereous and light." Crushing Rejoinder. A workman sat on a cuVb nursing an injured foot which had been struck by an Iron casting which had fallen from the top of a building. "Did that big thing hit you?" asked a sympathizing bystander. The workman nodded. “And la it solid Iron?” “No,” replied the victim, “half of It is only lead.” Appropriate. “Do you file your letters? “I do the rasping ones." Its Class. “That was a raw deal." “What was?" "The plot they cooked up.” FOLEY KIDNEY PHIS Are Richest in Curative Qualities FOR BACKACHE. RHEUMATISM. KIDNEYS AND BLADDER rBJLMl-Hmdl I I Bsst Cough Syrup. TaatM Good. Um I \ I I In time. Bold b/ DrngKiata. j 9^ f imprudence of ime. L i? Ta/e of a Maid anda ff/ffiwayman (^yop^ie^yTs/fer Copyright, 1911, Tlie Bobbe-Mcrrill Company SYNOPSIS. In the time of yueen Anne, Lady Prue dence Brook, widowed at 18 and still a widow at two and twenty, while Journey ing in a coach to London with her cousin Peggy, is accosted by a highwayman who however, takes nothing from her except a kiss. Tlie two girls live with their grand mother, I-adv Drumloch, wiio, despite her reduced circumstances, maintains a gay social position in the court circle. Prue is small, gay, delightful, daring, extravagant, and always in debt. She is perpetually pursued by creditors and Just now is in deep water for want or a few guineas with which to buy a new gow» by whose aid she hopes to win back the queen's favor, very recently lost by one of her mad pranks. She decides to visit Aaron’s a notorious money lender, and asks him to take care of her debts on the strength of her ap proaching marriage to Sir Geoffrey Beau desert. Aaron informs her, however, that Beau desert Is himself head over heels in debt and while Prue Is still in his office Sir Geoffrey arrives. Prue at once secrets herself in a closet and to her astonishment overhears Sir Geoffrey ask for advances of money, also on the strength of their engagement. Prue reads in a paper an account of the trial and sentence of Robin Freemantle, tho highwayman who had kissed her on the mcorB, and that he is* to be hanged at Tyburn the following Monday. Suddenly she recalls that according to legal custom the debts of a widow ’ are burled In the coffin of her husband. (CHAPTER XVI— (Continued.) It must not be supposed that Lord Beachcombe was without curiosity as to the use Robin had made of the in vitation and disguise he had borrowed bo peremptorily. He questioned sev eral people, but no one seemed to have observed the scarlet domino, and the one person who could have enlightened him, he did not dream of connecting with the exploits of a highwayman. He began to feel reassured, and a couple of bottles of wine helped to re store his damaged amour propre, though his temper was considerably ruffled. He followed Prue to the ball room, but his Invitation to dance was coldly declined and he retreated to the card-room where Sir Geoffrey was al ready seated and hailed his coming with fierce Joy. It would be strange. Indeed, ho argued, If means could not be found to fasten a quarrel upon a man who came to the card table with a naturally morose temper heated with wine and still further excited by the bitter-sweet arts of a coquette. That Beachcombe was still infatu ated with his old love, Sir Geoffrey had not the slightest doubt, and that he had persuaded her to Jilt him he had, as he firmly believed, the evidence of his own senses. Tlie play was high, ajd Sir Geof frey’s luck hud taken another turn. The pile of guineas in front of him grew apace and gradually the others dropped out, except Beachcombe. who had also been winning, though not so largely. His luck soon gave way be fore Sir Geoffrey’s, and In a short time he had lost all his winnings and a considerable sum besides. Seeing him hesitate and half rise from the table, his opponent laughingly exclaimed, "Don’t leave me, Beachcombe; I’m in the vein tonight— "Unlucky In love, lucky at cards," sneered Beachcombe. "I see the widow has Jilted you." "That's a lie and you know It!" cried Sir Geoffrey. Both the men started to their feet and stood glaring at each other across the table. Most of the other games were suspended, and a breathless hush fell upon the whole assembly. “is that intended for an insult?" said Beachcombe thickly. A laugh or two expressed the opinion of the on lookers as to the propriety of such a question. "You can take It any way you please," retorted Sir Geoffrey. "What I have said I am ready to repeat, if you require It, and uphold In any way. you demand." A gray-haired man in general’s uni form came forward and laid a hand on the arm of each. "Gentlemen,” he said, "the duchess will he much offended. If this should go further under her roof, on such an occasion as this. If you wish to con tinue this discussion, my quarters, near by, are at your disposal after the ball, Until then, pray let us avoid any unpleasantness.” Beachcombe turned on Ills heel and walked off to the other end of the room. Sir Geoffrey accepted the old general’s' Invitation, and pocketing his winnings, repaired to the ballroom, his temper und spirits vastly Improved. There ho had the good fortune to find Prue In a gracious mood, and willing to make up for her previous neglect by dancing with him and allowing him to linger at her side un til the bqli came to an end. Then he had the felicity of shawling her and handing her Into her carriage, where she hade him good morrow and permitted him to press a kiss upon Robin’s pearl-embroidered gloves. CHAPTER XVII. LACY BARBARA’S NEWS. The sun was flushing the horizon when Prue and Peggie left off compar ing notes about the ball and laid their weary heads on their respective pil lows. Peggie, light of heart and easy of conscience, was very soon asleep, but Prue w-as less fortunate. The more tightly she closed her eyes, the more distinctly she saw everything that had happened to her sinoe yester morning’s sun had looked coldly upon her grief and remorse. Could It be only yester-, day that she had been awakened by the hideous thought that her husband was expiating his crimes upon the gal lows? Only yesterday that she had bemoaned herself as the wickedest and cruellst of women, while she believed him dead; yet was ready to reproach him with perfidy when she saw him alive? Oh! it was Impossible that only yesterday morning she had scorned herself for the folly that bound her to a malefactor. Why, last night she had treated him as an equal, had taken his work as a gentleman, had felt and ac knowledged anxiety for his safety, and had permitted him to kiss her hands; not out of pity as when she married him, but just as If he had been of the same social flesh and bood as herself. She vainly reminded herself that this Robin was the some who had waylaid tier on Bleakmoor; the same who had tain In Newgate prison, a felon con demned to the gallows; the same she had married because ho was do err -! to death, and for no other reason; oh. S more the shame to her! As to him, his part in that ignoble contract was blameless and even generous. With which thought last in her mind, she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, Peggie stood at her bedside, smiling over an armful of roses. “Guess what little bird sent, these to you," she said. Prue started up eagerly. “Is he hare?" Peggie shook her head. "What, did he go away without seeing me?” cried Prue, her face falling and her lip drooping like a grieved child. "No, he sent them by his lackey. You had better make haste to be up and dressed, In case he comes to be thanked.” Prue jumped out of bed and began dressing in a great hurry. "How comes he with a lackey, for sooth:” she said presently, feigning to cavil eo that Peggie would go on talk ing. "Why, does not Sir Geoffrey always send his lackey with flowers for you— and grandmother?" laughed Peggie. “Sir Geoffrey!" cried Prue, starting away from “ roses as though she had suddenly encountered their thorns. "Of course; who did you think had sent them?” Inquired Peggie, blandly. "Why—I thought-—you said—” Oh! Peggie, what did you mean by a little bird?” pouted Prue. "Ha! ha! ha!” Peggie screamed with laughter. "So the only bird yon can think of now Is a Robin! Why, Prue, you foolish coz, what is the use of setting your heart on him? You know you cannot have him.” “And suppose I cannot; is not that enough to make any woman set her heart on a man?" cried Prue. "Take those nasty things out of the room, Peggy; the smell of them makes me quite sick." Peggie started to go. sniffing them voluptuously. "Poor Robin," she mur mured; "’tis well he cannot see how his roses are treated. Nasty things. Indeed! I never knew the smell ol roses to make you sick before.” Prue flew after her. "Margaret!" she exclaimed, with flashing eyes. “How dare you torment me like this? Till me, this instant, who sent those flow ers to me?" "Why, didn’t I tell you they came from Robin?" asked Peergie, regarding her with vulleless surmise. "Give them to me this instant! Oh. Peggie, Peggie, you know you tried to make me think Sir Geoffrey sent them—" "I only said he always sent flowers by his lackey,” Peggie Interposed. “Was there nothing with them? Not a letter, not a message?” Prue went on. "Oh. Peggie, just a word—?" "Not a word. But the day is not over yet. and mayhap Captain Scatterbrain will bring his own message. He is mad . nough for anything. Now don't keep smelling those ‘nasty things’—you know the s’pell of roses makes you sick to day—and make haste downstairs. Grandmother is feeling almost well to day and will take her chocolate in the drawing room. She wishes you to join her anon, so that she can hear from your own lips all about your triumphs last night." When Prue came down presently, she wore a great cluster of red roses at her breast, and one or two nestled in the rich braids of her hair. It was a pity Robin could not sec how well they be came her, but they were not altogether wasted, as Sir Geoffrey, coming in a short time later, made them the occa sion of some charming compliments. Old Lady Drumloch, with no sign of weakness about her except her deli cate waxen pallor, reclined on a couch enveloped In her cashmeres, sipping chocolate and listening with great com placency to her granddaughter’s ac count of the masquerade. She greeted Sir Geoffrey without enthusiasm, ac cepted his congratulations upon her re covery with resignation and remorse lessly turned him over to Peggie for entertainment, while she kept Prue in close attendance upon herself. Other guests dropping in, Prue was kept so busy dispensing chocolate and sweetmeats that she hardly noticed the portentious gravity with which Sir Geoffrey drew Peggie apart and en gaged her In a low voiced conversation, which at first amused, then surprised, and finally caused her to exhibit unmis takeable signs of uneasiness. Her efforts catch to Prue’s eye being abortive, she was on her way across the room, when the door was thrown open, and with a great rustling of silks and clattering of fans, three ladies were announced. "Lady Llrherick, Miss Warburton and Lady Barbara Sweeting.” Of the new-comers, the latter de serves a word of Introduction, for Lady Barbara had been the sharer, and many thought, the Instigator of half the frolics of Prue’s lively widowhood. They were fast friends, and If the fad ing charms of Lady Barbara suffered by contrast with Prue’s fresh love liness, those who desired the friend ship of either were usually wise enough to treat both with impartial gallantry. A great favorite of Queen Anne and also a dangerous rival of Sarah Churchill, Lady Barbara ow’ed her popularity chiefly to her skill in col lecting and disseminating scandal. She knew everything long before any one else suspected it. Projected mar riages, family Jars, political Intrigues supplied her with an ever-fresh stock of amusing anecdote. Mischievous but rarely malicious, she often pricked but seldom stabbed, and was as ready to turn the laugh against herself as to make fun out of her most cherished enemy. "Dear Lady Drumloeh, what a de lightful surprise, and how charming you look!” she cried, taking the old lady's delicate hand In hers and press ing upon it as reverential a kiss as though it had been Queen Anne’s own chubby fingers, "You don't know how enchanted we are to have you among us again! We have missed you so. Prue, you wicked witch, how dare you look so lovely? After last night you ought to be pale and languishing, in stead of looking so shamelessly uncon cerned and lighthearted.” Prue, with out knowing why, changed counte nance a little, at which her tormentor ran on still more volubly. "We were getting on very nicely without you— a little dull, perhaps, but one can live without duels, and while you stayed in tlie north, wives could let tiieir husbands run alone, even If they had been your bondslaves. Prithee, was ever General Sweeting the victim of your enchantments? If so, alack, whnt is to become of me?' A laugh rippled round the room, for 'Lady Barbara’s husband was notori ously henpecked, and although hi* had been a ledouktahle warrior and a still more fi rtnldable take, tt was in the days when Pruc's mother had not emerged from the nursery ana Prue's self was an unpropounded prob lem of the distant future. Not at all disturbed by the amuse ment of her audience, Lady Barbara raised her quizzing-glass and ran her bright, sharp glance round the room. “What! Sir Geoffrey Beaudesert! how come you her*? Why are you not flying for safety to your York shire castle? Or perhaps your parlia mentary immunities extend to the slaughter of the innocents as well as the spoiling of the Egyptians!” Sir Geoffrey, very red in the face, came forward, bowing low. “Dear Lady Barbara, as you are strong, be merciful,” he murmured imploringly. She gave him a look very unlike her ordinary merry defiance. "Merciful to you, who have no mercy even for the nursing mother and the suckling babe? Never! Lady Beachcbmbe is one of my ninety-and-nine dearest friends. 1 have just come from her. There was a sight to wring the heart of a monster! the weeping mother in one room and the wounded husband and father—" "Oh, tush!” interrupted Sir Geoffrey, recovering his aplomb. "'Twas tho merest scratch. A strip torn from my lady's kerchief would have bound it up and left something to spare—” "Don't quarrel, you two," interposed Prue's sweet, cooing voice. "Bab, come and sit beside granny and I'll give you a cup of chocolate, while you tell her the latest news.” "The latest news! There is so much, that the difficulty is to know where to begin. I went, tills morning, to visit my Interesting friend. Lady Beachcombe. and according to prom ise, to give her full description of the ball, Including"—here she shook her finger at. Prue—"all the doings and misdoings of iter lord. I was prepared to be cautious with the dear creature, but instead of finding myself welcomed as a bearer of news, I heard so much that my poor head fairly swims with trying to remember it all." "Begin with the least exciting and work up by easy stages to a climax,” suggested Peggie, edging toward her cousin and trying to attract her at tention. "No, begin with the most thrilling while our nerves are strong enough to bear it," Prue proposed eagerly. “First, then,” Lady Barbara began, highly enjoying her anticipated tri umph, "there was a robbery at Marl borough house last night; and sure no common thief would venture to steal her majesty's diamond necklace from the royal tiring-room.” The general chorus of Incredulity and indignation realized her expectations and she looked around with a mys terious smile. "No common thief, in deed: but Robin Freemantle, the high wayman, is out of jail, and 'tis said— indeed my authority can not be ques tioned—that he was among the mask ers." Prue felt cold shivers trickling down her spine, hut the consciousness that dir Geoffrey was watching her, gave her strength to fix a smile upon her face and pour out the cup of chocolate with a steady hand. "Why do the;.- think he had any thing to do with this?" some one in quired. "Tell us everything quickly. Barbara, before we die of curiosity.” "Why, now we come to the best story of all," cried the fair news monger. "On his way to the ball, Lord Beachcombe was waylaid by Robin Freemantle and a band of ruf fians, who carried him off—carriage, servants ar.d all complete—to a secret cavern and left him there for sev eral hours, having robbed him of his mask and domino and borrowed his invitation and his carriage'” "The devil!" ejaculated Sir Geoffrey, suddenly very much enlightened. "Fie, Sir Geoffrey; you should leave such remarks to our poor friend Beach combe, when he discovered, this morn ing, the purpose for which his dis guise had been taken." "But he was there; I spoke w ith him,” said Prue, feeling the color ebb from her cheeks and. surreptitiously trying to pinch some of It back. “Did I see you supping with him?” retorted Lady Barbara archly. "I re frained from dwelling upon this sub ject to my poor friend, Lady Beach combe, but I saw what I saw! Before midnight his property was restored and lie was set free. Ho hastened to the ball, and doubtless he would have done much better to go straight home, eh. Sir Geoffrey?" “He seemed in a bad humor," said Prue reflectively, "but not more so than usual." “He might -well be in a bad humor. It appears that he was Instrumental in getting Robin Freemantle pardoned when he was in Newgate, condemned to be hanged." "That is strange!” Peggie exclaimed. “ 'Tis the first time I ever heard tell of a charitable act of his!" “'Twill be the last, no doubt; the man is an ingrate. His first use of his liberty was to steal his benefactor’s mask and domino, and under cover of them to rob the queen's majesty. Oh! 'tis outrageous!" Lady Barbara ran on volubly. “But he will be punished; and speedily.” She became myster ious. "His retreat Is known. When Beachcombe questioned liis servants and added his own suspicion to theirs, he came upon Important clues, ana when I left he was going to placa them ill the hands of the authorities, from whom this miscreant will cer tainly not be rescued a second time— by him!" (Continued Next Week.) WALKED FROM CAPE TO CAIRO, Record Feat Is Accomplished By An Englishman. From the London Standard. Emil Lund, a Rhodesian settler 3« years old, has just completed a walk from Capetown to Cairo, not on a wager, or without money, or to test a system of diet or training, but simply from love of adventure. He has been a soldier and scout since lie was 17 vears old, serving in the Uganda re bellion and the South African war. He started from Capetown and walked through the Cape Province and the Transvaal to Rhodesia. Thence he continued through the Congo State, the Sudan and the Nubian desert to Egypt, a distance of nearly 5,000 miles as the crow flies. “My wish,” he said, in tell ing the story of his walk, "was simply to be the first man to accomplish the feat. 1 am proudest of having walked across the Nubian desert. That was the hardest tramp of all.” Money Is Not Prosperity. By William Bourke C'ookran. Nothong is more common than tile ml»> take that money and property are Identi cal. They are not. A redundancy of money does not prove any prosperity. There may be a largo amount of circu lating medium and very great poverty. The issue of paper money simply is no more an increase of wealth than the is sue by no individua1 by It s promisedy note would show an increase of hi* prop erty. As a matter of fact, an mere.,-,- in the coinage is no proof of a:i increase in property, but may lie a strong proof cf a decrease in wealth. • *• • Tile volume money plays hut a small part even in -he ordinary transactions ef life, it is not file volume of money, but the activity < f money, that counts. • * * Money never can circulate freely and actively u,.;. there lie absoltd* eminence in it* i If a man doubt whether tec money m hi I pocket will be as valuable o n rrew it is today, lie wilt bid.tie to exchange I... i commodity against H. I * f DO YOUR LEVEL BEST. * By E. E. Lewis. Sioux City, la. PRINCIPLES OF GENERAL AVER AGE. We may not be able to attain per fection in this world, but unless we set before ourselves a high ideal, \ve will never make much progress. The fashion of measuring ourselves by ourselves and comparing ourselves among ourselves, which was in vogue when Paul wrote his letters to the Cor inthians is still followed. We can never rise above our ideals and while these are modeled upon human characters we shall never arrive at perfect fhan hood—never reach “unto the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ.” Our food, our clothes, our style of living, our business, our benevolence are far top much shaped by comparing and averaging our own lives with those of other people. "I do not belong to the church, but I pay my debts, which is more than many of your church members do." “I know I put only a quarter into the missionary collection, but Deacon Jones, who is rich, did no better.” “r suppose I might call upon that poor family and help them; .but v.hy doesn't Mrs. Searls, who has more time and money?” This "measuring our selves by ourselves” crops out every where. A farmer—a good, fair average Christian man, had a hired hand to whom he often talked of Christian life, recognizing his own shortcomings but consoling himself with the thought that he compared favorably upon the whole with the rest of the people in the church and that in the great day of reckoning he would be found to average up very well with his fellow Christians. The hired man listened to all this, but said nothing. One day the farmer sent him to build a fence about a pas ture lot some distance from the house. At the end of a week the man reported the fence finished. ‘‘Is it good and strong and will it turn the cattle all right?" asked his employer. “It is a good average fence,” replied the man. “better than many we see. It might not be able in every part to turn the cat tle, but in some places I know it could turn a whole drove of them. In some places it may be a little weak, but In others it is doulply strong, and while possibly a little bit low hero and there, other places are so high that no animal can Jump over. Taking it right through it will average up as a more than or dinarily good fence.” “But, man alive.” said his employer, “a fence that will not turn the cattle and keep them from jumping over ev erywhere, is good for nothing any where:” “I guess that's about right.” said the hired man, “but I had hoard you saying so much about averaging up things with the I.opd, that l thought perhaps it would be well to try your principles of general average with the fence.” THE BALM OF KINDLY EXPRESSED APPRECIATION. No ft o il is independent of the opinion ent .-plained of him by his fellowmen. 'I hi"!',; of the United States senators, railroad magnates, life insurance presi de:!!-' and ii.iiiionaires now skulking atoi:t. fearful of having even their names 'mentioned. We all need the sympathy of our kind, and we can alt do mdeh in the way of enabling and cm , .u aving others, to put forth the ■ cat there is in them. We feel kindly toward people in general and especially war 1 an and so and so and so, but we no not nay it and say it heartily. Unity a man arpl woman at whose fun eral v, e really mourn, whose coffin we ' c" with flowers and over whose ue! cry we ; oar lorth beautiful tributes ad they to, id veil half of tins sympathy hi life, would have been helped, en "oura . ed and" spurred on to better and icher efforts-., and had longer and cer inly a..-enter Hies. Wo wont the bairn of the kindly ex leased appteolation of others, not he. eysarlly of a multitude, liut of a few who>.;. favorable estimation we prize, ".lien Johnson wanted to be thought • < ii of by Boswell, insignificant as the alter was, and Carlyle felt hurt he Jeffrey did not seem to value him hiri.ly. though he considered himself immeasurably Jeffrey's superior. Jenny Lin 1. when the world was at ,er feet, said to a friend: "Mary, meet me in the side room after the concert '■a o- er and put your arms around me and tell me that I did Well.” Ezekiel Webster fairly worshiped itis brother Daniel, and Daniel thought more of his brother's good opinion than he was willing to admit. Ezekiel died before the great expounder of the con stitution delivered his immortal "Reply to Hayne." but when the huzzahs of a nation sounded in his ears. Daniel Webster's exclamation was: "Oh, that Zeke were here!" A merchant stood one evening in his store door on Lake street, Chicago, when a young man passed on the way to the lake. Noticing a peculiarly hag gard and desperate appearance in the young man's fare, our friend concluded after a minute’s reflection to follow him. overtaking him just as he was about to jump from one of the wharfs into the water. "My brother, what are you doing?” Turing at the word ’’brother," the oth er asked: "Who calls me brother?” The spell was broken and the life saved. It was the same old story— without work, without money, friend less, forlorn—’’Anywhere, anywhere out of the world!” Our storekeeper obtained a situation for him and kept track of him for a while, but finally lost sight of him. Twelve years afterwards he received a letter from a Des Moines lawyer en closing another letter which he had been Instructed to forward to our friend In Chicago upon the death of its writer, and stating that the writer of the letter had died a few days before. The young man’s departure was ac counted for. He had gone to Iowa, and expecting to dio without a family of his own, had willed a quarter section of Marlon county land to the man who saved him from suicide. Unselfish Mother. Prom the Denver News. “Suppose that your mother baked an apple pie and there were seven of you —the parents, and five chtldren. What part of the pie would you get for your portion?" "A sixth, ma'am,” the boy answered. ‘ But there are seven of you,” said the teacher. "Don't you know anything about fractions?” gtf "Yes. ma'am,” said the boy. “I know all about fractions, but I know all about mother, too. Mother'd say she didn't want no pie.” J| To Sneeze or Not to Sneeze. Sneeze on Monday, sneeze for danger; Sneeze on Tuesday, kiss a stranger; Sneeze of Wednesday, have a letter; Sneeze on Thursday, something better; Sneeze on Friday, expect sorrow; s Sneeze on Saturday, gay tomorrow; d| Sneeze on Sunday, on Monday borrow; .1 Sneeze on Sunday morning, fasting, Your love will love you everlasting. Philadelphia Presbyterian clergymen say they don't want Billy Sunday to .»rj; ptart la that city one of his “revival" J5T campaigns. They object to his meth ods.