LAZY BRITONS TAKE
EASY ADVANTAGE OF
NEW INSURANCE ACT
Amount of Feigned Illness Rap
idly Developing Into Big
Scandal.
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INCREASE IN “SICKNESS”
Many Find It More Profitable to Work
Government Than to Hold Reg
ular Jobs at Pitifully
Low Wages.
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London, Special —If all men were
perfectly honest schemes like the lib
eral government Insurance act might
be ideal schemes. But the few months
In which the act has b^en in operation
have shown that many Englishmen
cannot reslstj temptation. The amount
of feigned Hines among the insured is
becoming a great scandal. In this re
spect Great Britain is repeating the
experience of Germany, which fur
nished the model for the Lloyd George
bill. The Germans have invented a
new word for the illness of the gov
ernment insured, and some similar
word will be needed in England soon.
Some employers who pay small w'ages
find that the number of employes ab
sent from work on account of alleged
illness is from twice to 10 times the
number under former conditions, be
fore workmen and women were assured
of 10 shillings a week whenever they
laid off. The doctors agree that there
Is an enormous amount of malingering,
but have not yet discovered any cure.
Many people consider that a week of
leisure, with an income of 10 shillings,
is a justifiable holiday. When the of
ficial doctor asserts that they are not
ill they begin to denounce the act as
a fraud, and make political capital of
it. Conservative newspapers afie only
too willing to print complaints from
the insured that the insurance act is a
failure.
Fourteen million people are now pay
ing their weekly contributions, "lick
ing stamps.” the government’s oppo
nents say derisively. Undoubtedly
many of them find fault with the ad
ministration of the act, and probably
some amendments will be found nec
essary. New' problems develop every
day. An employer has written to the
papers explaining that an employe had
been four or five months in Jail charged
with murder. The trial resulted in ac
quittal. The employer W'ants to take
back the man. but wants to know who
is to pay the insurance contributions
for the time of detention In Jail. The
act says nothing on that point.
For the time opposition to the in
surance scheme, or rather criticism of
it. is the principal political capital of
the conservative party. Home rule and
Welsh disestablishment have taken
back seats as targets for attack. But
while conservatives declare that com
pulsory insurance is a failure their
leaders do not go so far as to urge
repeal. It is unpopular with many
people, but whether it Is not popular
with the great majority of th insured
is still an open question.
COW PRODUCTS STRUNG
AS SUMMER BEVERAGES
Milk and Buttermilk Fast Be
coming Popular and Demand
1 Increases Rapidly.
Again the cow is coming Into her
own and milk or buttermilk is In cLe
cided favor as a summer drink. Men
and women with strong stomachs give
them a rest and change by going on a
milk or buttermilk, diet, while many a
person with weak or w'orn out stom
achs have found peace and quiet by
sticking to the milky way.
Buttermilk particularly has come to
be a popular and much sought for
beverage. Many people who did not
care for churn or creamery buttermilk
have cultivated a regular taste for the
manufactured product. One druggist
in the city who has been successful in
the making of it, has a big demand,
selling close to 35 gallons a day. Most
of this is sold to regular customers,
who will take no substitute and who
bring their friends from all over town
to try it. However, several druggists
in various parts of town have devel
oped quite a trade in buttermilk. This
manufactured buttermilk has marked
food value, as it is made from the
sweet, whole milk, which retains its
butter fat and casein, in contrast to its
own first cousin, which comes from
th,e churns, where practically all the
fat is extracted.
Taking the whole milk, the mixer
dilutes with a little water and then
places the lactic acid baccilli in it.
This converts the sweet milk into sour.
After certain length of time expires, a
wholesome buttermilk is ready for the
patrons. Buttermilk drinkers are not
faddists, but drink it for its health
giving properties and because they
like it. There is a well defined theory
about its use prolonging life and
thorough trials have demonstrated
that it has some real value. It builds
up rich, red blood, which has strength
to throw off disease and as a kidney
stimulant its use helps the process of
elimination of waste matter.
X THE PLEASURE OF X
♦ RAISING WHISKERS ♦
X »
Thu Cynic, writing in the American
Magazine, says:
“The enthusiasm of those engaged in
the cultivation of whiskers is Inspir
ing. A man with a full beard may,
in a lucid moment, shave it off. But
watch him closely. Within 10 days
he will show signs of returning to his
old life almost as certainly as a mur
derer wlli return to the scene of his
crime.”
POODLE FOP WEARS
DIAMOND EARRINGS
Paris—A very fop of a dog, wearing the
latest and extremest doggy mpdes, ap
peared on the boulevards recently. It led
an elegantly dressed wo in by a silver
chain, or vice versa.
The dog. a small Frer poodle, wore
a sable coat with a pocket from which
peeped a delicate lace handkerchief. Rub
ber Bhoes further protected it from catch
ing cold.
Gold coins jingled on the poodle’s pig
skin collar, but Its other ornaments were
much more costly. For two diamond ear
rings glistened In each ear, which was
pierced at the tip and ba^e.
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POLICE
By henry montjoy
Copyright. 1912. The Bnbh. Menfll Cmpan*
Synopsis.
“THE MINISTER OF POLICE,” by
Henry Mountjoy, is a romance of Paris
during the Louis XV reign, a period when
Europe was in a condition of foment and
unrest; when Voltaire was breaking to
pieces the shackles of religion; when
Rousseau at the Cafe de Regenance was
preaching the right to think; and when a
thousand men, some in the gutter, some
near the throne, were preparing the great
explosion of the revolution.
Madame Linden, an Austrian lady,
after completing a simple mission to the
French country, lingers on In Paris, en
joying the gay life there. De Sartines, the
minister of police, thinks she has some
other motive than pleasure in delaying
her departure and surrounds her with
■pies to discover, If possible, whether she
la dabbling in state plots. ,
De Lussac is a noble of exceptional
character of that period. Handsome, yrttn
all the elegance of a man of the court,
there is still about him something that
stamps him as a man apart, something of
the visionary, the enthusiast and the poet,
rare In that age of animal lust, chilling
wit and embroidered brutality. He is, in
fact, steeped in the philosophy of Rous
seau and is trying to put this philosophy
Into practice through his connection with
a secret society that is plotting the down
fall of the state. Before he has gone far
enough to incriminate himself he falls in
love with the beautiful Austrian, who per
suades him his method of righting the
wrongs of humanity is impracticable, and
ends by promising to go to Vienna with
her to live.
As he leaves her house a fellow con
spirator, his chief, Joins him, says several
of their members are arrested, and en
trusts the secret articles of the association
to him. He then explains to De Lussao
that their only hope is to intimidate the
minister of police. This can be accom
plished only by obtaining an Incriminat
ing contract signed by the minister of po
lice and in the possession and safe keep
ing of De Richelieu, De Lussac’s cousin.
With this contract in their possession they
can dictate terms to the minister of po
lice, obtain the release of the members
already imprisoned and be safe them
selves.
De Lussac goes home, buries the papers
he has just received, writes Madame Lin
den that he is attempting one last mission
for the society, and also writes an asso
ciate telling him where the papers may be
found in case of his death. Then he en
ters Richelieu’s home and almost succeeds
In getting the document, but is surprised
and leaves it in a drawer which he has
unlocked. Before ho can make another
attempt he is arrested and taken to the
Bastile but not before he has told Madame
Linden how nearly he succeeded in get
ting the document. She, realizing how
desperate her lover’s position is, visits
Richelieu’s home and succeeds where her
lover has failed.
CHAPTER TV (Continued). 3
"And the king will say: 'Certainly,
Monsieur Rousseau; we will see, we
will see.’ And he will refer you to
Monsieur de la Vrilllere, who will say,
•Certainly, Monsieur Rousseau, every
thing shall be done to clear this un
fortunate gentleman.' And Monsieur
de la Vrilllere will refer you to Mon
sieur de Sartines, who will talk
about Justice, whom, by the by,
he does not know in the least.
Oh, Monsieur Rousseau, you are
the greatest philosopher of your
age, but among these, men of the world
your philosophy would lead you no
where; the production of immortal
books is your metier in life, not the
conduct of quarrels with policemen.
Leave all that to me. I shall free
Moneieur de Lu^jsac if you will only do
one thing for me.”
. .“And that?”
She took a packet from her pocket.
“Take this, and treasure it as you
would your life. I shall probably send
a servant for it this evening. He will
show you this ring—” she exposed a
cameo ring on her hand. “Give it to
him. If you do not hear from mre by
noon tomorrow, you will know that I
am either dead or in prison, for the
people I am attacking are merciless
people and do not care what weapons
they use. In that event, take the pack
et yourself to Monsieur de Maupeou,
the vice chancellor. In that case I
shall be well avenged.”
“But madame, what is this parcel?”
asked the philosopher, not in the least
delighted at the prospect of being
mado the minister of her vengeance.
“Monsieur, it contain the social
death warrant of an unjust man, a
man whp is preying upon (the people;
It is also at the same time the order
of release for Monsieur de Lusaac.
With that parcel in your hand, mon
sieur, you can command events; you
can, at least, release De Lussac, the
man whom your philosophy has sent
to prison.”
“And the name of the unjust man?”
asked Rousseau.
“Monsieur de Sartines.”
“The lieutenant gerifcral of police?”
“Precisely.”
Rousseau nearly let the parcel drop.
Here was a nice imbroglio. Ten min
utes ago he had put on his hat to
leave his house, content with himself
and at peace with all the world, except
Therese; he had opened the door, hum
ming a tune from one of his operas,
and in a trice fate had seized him in
the form of this veiled woman, thrust
a weapon in his hand, and ordered him
to attack De Sartines, that tiger De
Bartines, of whom, despite all his phil
osophy, he was very much afrald
Unfortunately Rousseau! He was al
ways a martyr to women; even that
morning, before starting he had suf
fered from a bad attack of Therese,
escaping from her only to fall into the
hands of Madame Linden.
“But, madame, it is aglnst my prin
ciples to use force In this fashion. I
am but a student; my part in the
world is entirely passive; the hand
which is powerful, armed with the pen,
is always at a loss armed with the
■word—”
Again he would have dived Into the
vague warers of verbiage, and hidden
himself, had she not caught him, so to
speak, by the coat tails.
“Monsieur, you may be a student
but you are a man; and a man who
loves and honors you has been impris
oned for no fault but that he followed
your teaching, though wrong-headedly
enough, perhaps. You have nothing to
fear. It is 1 who will bear the brunt
of the battle. I ask you only to hold
the document in your house and in the
event of my not communicating with
you by noon tomorrow to hand it to
Monsieur de Maupeou. He is a bitter
enemy of this vlllaisi, De Sartlnes.
Monsieur, believe me when I say there
is no danger to you in the transaction.
I am moving in it for no object but
love. Monsieur de Lussac is my lover.”
She lifted her veil.
Rousseau, before that loveliness, suc
cumbed. He took off his hat and bowed
to her, at the same time thrusting his
book and the parcel into the capacious
pocket of his coat.
He was always a sentimentalist.
Though, at times a philosopher, a mu
sician, a botunist, a writer, the sentl
•
mentalist was always there, and the
sentimentalist told him that the wo
man was speaking the truth and was
entirely to be trusted. He hated med
dling at all in the matter, but it
seemed to him his path of duty was
clear. He must- do everything in his
power to assist in the enlargement of
De Lussac.
“Madame,” sakl he, “I will act as
you desire. Personal considerations do
not weigh with me in a matter where
the right is concerned.” Then having
discharged this fine jentiment, he
turned crusty. “Though I have noth
ing but your word ■’jn the matter, still
I am constrained V> believe it. I must
now return and place this packet, in
safe keeping. Good day, madame.”
He turned and began to walk back
toward the house. She watched him for
a moment, then with a little laugh she
ran after him. This dreamer had nev
er even asked her name; suspicious as
he was, always fearing spies and im
aginary enemies, he had neglected this,
the first question that a business man
would havp put to her.
“Well, madame?”
“My name is—pardon me for giving
it in full—the Baroness Sophie Anas
tase Therese Linden, and my address
is number 12, Rue Coq Heron.”
“Madame,” replied he grimly,
whether a baroness or a woman
of the people matters not to me at all.”
He put his fingers to the brim of his
old hat and shuffled on.
The baroness looked after him as he
went, a shabby old man in a snuff
colored coat; testy, suspicious, casting
his eyes about him, clasping his coat
lapel with a veined and nervous hand,
the strangest figure of an Immortal.
Then, satisfied that she had placed
her weapon of destruction in very safe
keeping, she returned to the Rue Coq
Heron.
CHAPTER V.
DE SARTINES BECOMES HOST.
The Paris residence of Monsieur le
Mareehal Duo de Richelieu was situ
ated In the Due du Faubourg St.
Honore, on the right as you went to
ward the royal palace and almost op
posite to the Due lYAguesseau.
I Along this side of the way one found
the frontages of a number of palatial
mansions stretching from the Hotel de
Montbazon to the Hotel d’Evreux. The
broad gardens of these houses, bird
haunted, sparkling with the waters of
fountains and glorious with flowers,
reached right down to the tree-planted
spaces bordering the Avenue des Tulle
rles. The Hotel de Richelieu, .which
shortly after the date of this story the
mareehal exchanged for another resi
dence In Paris, was not the least sump
tuous of these houses, and this morning
at half past 11, as its owner stood for
a moment on the terrace overlooking
the gardens, flowers never appeared
more beautiful, fountains brighter, or
trees more green than those fountains,
flowers and trees stretching before him
to the foliage of the Avenue des Tuil
eries. He had Just arrived from Ver
sailles, and he was thinking nothing
of the beauty before him; the Impend
ing dejeuner occupied his thoughts. It
amused him to think of Madame Lin
den lil the arena with four virulent en
emies attacking her, Bharp-toothed as
rats and poisonous as serpents; he ex
pected to see them horribly mangled,
and he expected to see her horribly
bitten. It would be a duel of wit con
ducted with smlies, to the tune of the
clinking of champagne glasses and the
sound of violins. He had sent the In
vitations by special messenger on that
morning and so urgently worded that
he was pure of all the belligerents re
sponding.
As he was thinking of this, a ser
vant came to the terrace from the
house, with the announcement that
Monsieur de Sartlnes had arrived.
De Richelieu entered the house and
passing down a corridor, found the re
ception room which opened on the room
where dejeuner would be served. Here,
superb in the costume of the day,
sword at side, in a brocade^ coat and
with ruffles o? Mechlin lace, Btood the
lieutenant general of police.
The two- noblemen bowed one to the
other with great formality, then drop
ping formality like a cloak, De Sartlnes
cast himself Into a chair and crossed
his legs.
“Well, my dear due, you see I have
come. I guessed the motive of your
urgency—that unfortunate De Lus
sac.—
“Yes!” cried De Richelieu, who had
almost forgotten his kinsman's pre
dicament “What of him? I heard
you had placed him In retirement
What has he been doing?"
De Sartlnes pulled a long face.
“Oh, ma foi! what has he not? It
is the most serious case I have yet
had to deal with.” Then, leaning for
ward In his chair, he told the story of
De Lussac as we know it, with this
addition, that on searching In the
orange tree tub In the courtyard of De
Lussac's house, a packet of papers be
longing to the Society of the Midi had
been unearthed. Incriminating many
people, and especially De Lussac.
“Ma foi!” cried De Richelieu, “this
is serious! Fool! This will mean ban
ishment."
“Oh, no monsieur,” replied De Sar
tlnes; “this will mean the Isle St.
Marguerite. We can not let this fire
brand free across the frontier
to work his sedition perhaps at
Geneva or In Holland. But you
need not fear; there will be no family
disgrace, Just removal, extinction.”
Scarcely had De Sartlnes finished
than a servant entered and approached
De Richelieu.
“Mqnsieur Raffe to see you, mon
slebr.”
“Raffe to see me! Why, he must have
come all the way from Versailles. One
monvent, my dear De Sartlnes.”
He left the room and In the library
found Raffe.
Raffe was white as death.
“Monsieur,” cried he, when his mas
ter had closed the door, "a terrible
thing has happened.”
“Yes! Speak! What is It?"
“Your bureau has been tampered
with."
"My bureau!"
“Monsieur, when you left me your
keys this morning, with instructions to
go over the Tarnler affair, I went#to
your bureau. The top right hand draw
er, when I tried to unlock it, proved
to be unlocked. The papers seemed to
be in order, but 1 femembered the se
cret panel Inclosing the document you
know of concerning Monsieur de Sar
tlnes. My God! Monsieur,” cried Raffe,
suddenly collapsing into a chair, “the
document Is gone.”
"Gone!” cried De Richelieu.
“Gone; aye, gone; and I know who
has taken it.”
De Richelieu, greatly shaken by this
news, said nothing for a moment. He
remembered last night, and the bar
oness, and how she had locked him out
of the room.
“Well,” he said at last "Speak. Who
has taken It?”
“Monsieur de Lussac.”
"De Lussac I”
“Yes, monsieur; he came on that vis
it for no reason. He was alone In the
library. Oh, It was he, beyond any
manner of doubt. No one else had ac
cess to the place.”
De Richelieu, calmer now, reflected
on this. He felt sure In his heart that
the womafi of the night before was
the culprit, but his amour propre re
volted at the thought. He preferred to
think that ho had been betrayed by his
kinsman rather than that he had been
fooled by a woman. Then he remem
bered their connection, and the truth,
that perhaps the pair of them had uni
ted to outwit him, began to dawn on
his mind. An Intense anger, amount
ing to hatred of this pair of lovers,
arose In his heart. But the conqueror
of Mahon was not a man to be con
.quered by his temper.
“Return to Versailles,” said he to
Raffe, “and await my Instructions.
Place the whole household under sur
velllanse. You are absolutely certain
that you have made no mistake.”
“Absolutely, monsieur.”
“Then go.”
The due returned to the reception
room where he had left De Sartlnes.
He was undecided yet as to what
course he should take; he knew that
the situation as regardod De Sartlnes
was serious, but when the document
began to speak In strange hands It
would be time enough for De Richelieu
to discover that he had been robbed of
It. He was not a man to make con
fessions and explanations.
“Well,” said De Sartlnes, “and what
had Monsieur Raffe to say?”
“Oh, nothing—household matters—
and that reminds me, the urgency of
ray Invitation to dejeuner had nothing
to do with De Lussac.”
“With what, then?”
“Why, with a most charming woman
who Insists upon meeting you.”
“Aha! And who Is she, this charm
ing woman?”
‘I will give you 100 guesses and you
will be wrong every time.”
“Then put yie out of my suspense.”
“Madame la Baronne Sophie Linden.”
De Sartlnes stared for a moment;
then he broke Into a fit of laughter.
“Oh, mon Dieni! you have Invited me
to meet her! This will kill me!”
“In what way?”
“Why, my degr due, I have decided
to arrest her. I would have arrested
her yesterday, only I had not a power
ful enough case against her. This find
ing of the papers of the Society of Midi
has changed all that. True, her name
is not mentioned In them, but she Is
a friend and the mistress of De Lus
sac, and he wrote to her concerning
them. I shall hold her In prison for a
week, and then bundle her back to
Vienna vvlth a note to Monsieur Tal
liene of the Vienna police.”
“Cordieu!” said the due, “and I In
vited her to dejeuner!”
“Well, my dear De Richelieu, you are
well out of the results of that Invi
tation. She is a most dangerous wo
man. Yesterday she tried to extract
100,000 francs from itte. She threatened
me, yes.”
The Due de Richelieu was silent for
a moment. Then he turned to De Sar
tines.
“She must come here all the same.”
“What!”
“I wish her Impertinence punished.
She Imposed herself on me; she pro
posed the dejeuner, as a means of meet
ing'you and some other people who
are coming and whom she hates; she
hoped to get you all under her tongue,
and she used me as her Instrument.
Grand Idea! You have not Issued the
order of arrest yet?"
“No.”
“Well, then, I present you with this
hotel for the day. You are the host,
and when Madame Linden arrives, deal
with her as you please."
“Ma fol!" said De Sartlnes grimly,
“that is not so bad.” He pondered the
Idea for a moment "You are In earn
est?” i
“Absolutely,” replied the due, who,
debarred from offering Insult to the
woman whom he now hated In hls own
house, left perfectly certain that De
Sartines would not hesitate to do so
In a borrowed one.
“Very well, then,” replied De Sar
tlnes. “I shall deal with this lady.
Call me a servant.”
De Rlcelleu dIH so, and De Sartlnes
gave hls orders.
"Go at once,” said he, “to the Hotel
de Sartines, and ask Monsieur Beaure
gard to come here.”
“You will arrest her here?” asked the
due.
“Ma fol, why not?”
The sound of a carriage entering the
courtyard came faintly from outside.
Next moment a knock came to the door,
and Monsieur de Joyeuse was an
nounced. He had been surprised at
the invitation, for he was not on very
friendly terms with the marechal. Hls
surprise had brought him.
He bowed' to the due.
“Pay your compliments to Monsieur
de Sartines first,” said De Richelieu,
“for he is your host, though the In
vitation came in my name.”
De Joyfeuse, with an Impertinence
that was absolutely hls own, turned hls
back on the marechal and bowed to De
Sartines.
(Continued next week.)
In an amusing piece entitled, “The
Relation of June to Wedlock,” In the
American Magazine, Kin Hubbard
writes:
“June’s th’ month which th’ Romans
regarded as bein’ th’ most propitious
season o’ th’ year at Hi’ altar, an’ Miss
Fawn Llpplncutt adds that 'th’ augury
fer happiness Is ’specially favorable If
th’ day chosen be o’ th’ full moon, er
th’ conjunction o’ th’ sun an’ th’ moon.’
“But o’ course those o’ us who have
tried all sorts o’ months know that no
particular month has anything on any
o’ th’ other months when It comes t’ a
happy marriage. A couple kin get mar
ried on a dark dreary February after
noon an’ wait clean till July fer a f7
excursion t’ Mammoth cave, an’ be
perfectly happy—unless, o’ course, th'
husband has misrepresented his sajary,
er his wife refuses t' dress up except
on Sunday.
“A dressin’-Jacket wife an’ a substan
tial, self-respectin’ husband are soon
parted. Nor kin thor' ever be much In
common between a husband that ought
t’ eat out o’ a nose bag an’ a wife o’
exquisite taste. They may not part, but
that atmosphere o’ love an’ companion
ship which should permeate th' Ideal
home’ll be ever mlssln’.”
The Real Factor.
From the Boston Herald.
Sound rails and steel cars will not
avail much until the over-optlmlstlo
employe Is weeded out.
Disconsolate Days.
“How’s the colonel getting along sines
his town went dry?”
"Says he'll never get t<f be a good Judge
of lemonade in a thousand years.
Perfectly Clear.
“Peters has.a clear head.”
"Yes, there's nothing in it.”
Mrs.Wlhnlow'a Soothing Syrup for Children
teething, uoftens tho guipe, reduces infl&inma
tluu,allays pain,cures wind college a bottle.An
Its Location.
"How that house of Plunger’s
stands out."
"Yes; you see, he built It on a
bluff.”
Never Again.
"Going to get out here and stretch
your legs?” asked one passenger of
another.
“What place is it?” asked his com
panion.
“Chicago.”
“No. I had one stretched here
once.”
Not Too Hot.
The kindly district nurse had sent
to Mary's cheerless home fuel and
food and clothing. Several days later
she visited the house to And Mary
and tho family warm, comfortable and
happy.
"You're such a good woman,” said
tho little mother earnestly. "And I've
been praying to the dear Lord every
night that he will bless you, and when
you die send you to a nice, warm
place.”
Compliment.
"The English are a heavy-handed
race," said a suffragette in the smok
ing room of the Colony club.
She lighted a fresh cigarette and
■lpped her coffee.
“The English are heavy-handed,"
she repeated. “I went to hear Mrs.
Pankhurst lecture In Woodstock on
my last visit to England, and do you
know how the Jolly old farmer chair
man introduced her? Well, this is
what he said, intendiug it for a com
pliment, mind you:
“ 'Ladies and gentlemen, you have
heard of Mr. Gladstone, the grand old
man. Let me now Introduce to you
the grand old woman.' “
BUIE UNO |
DISCOURAGED
Mrs. Hamilton Tells How She
Finally Found Health in
Lydia E. Pinkham's Veg
etable Compound.
Warren. Ind. — ‘1 was bothered ter
ribly with female weakness. I had pains
and was not regular,
my head ached all
the time,I had bear
ing down pains and
my back hart me tbs
biggest part of the
time, I was uizxy
and had weak feel
ings when I would
stoop over, it hurt
me to walk any dis
tance and I felt bins
and discouraged.
"I began taking Lydia E. Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound and am now in
good health. If it bad not been for
that medicine I would have been in my
pave a long time ago. "—Mrs. Artis E»
Hamilton, R.F.D. No.«. Warren, Ind.
Another Case.
Esmond, R.L—**I write to tell yon
how much good your medicine has dons
me and to let other women know that
there is help for them. I suffered with
bearing down pains, headache, was ir
regular and felt blue and depressed all
the time. I took Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound and commenced to
gain in a short time and I am s well wo
man today. ^ I am on my feet from early
morning until late at night running a
boarding house and do all my own work.
I hope that many suffering women will
try your medicine. It makes happier
wives and mothers. ”—Mrs. Anna Ham.
BEN, Esmond, Rhode Island
Don’t Poison Baby.
FORT V YEARS AGO almost every mother thought her child must have
PAREGOUIG or laudanum to make it sleep. These drugs will produce
„deep, ^ a FEW DROPS TOO MANY will produce the BLEEP
PROM WHICH THERE IS NO WAKING. Many are the children who v
have been killed or whose health has been ruined for life by paregoric, lauda
num and morphine, each of which is a narcotic product of opium. Druggists
are prohibited from selling either of tho narcotics named to children at all, or
to anybody without labelling them “ poison." The definition of “ narcotic"
Is : “A medicine which relieves pain and produces sleep, but which in poison
ous doses produces stupor, coma, convulsions and death.” The taste and
smell of medicines containing opium are disguised, and sold under the names
°f “Drop6,” Cordials,” “ Soothing Syrups," etc. You should not permit any
medicine to be given to your children without you or your physician know
of what it is composed. CASTORIA DOES NOT
CONTAIN NARCOTICS, if it boars tho signature
of Chas. H. Fletcher.
Genuine Costoria always bears the signature of
How to Stop Pen Leaking.
“That reminds me of the story of
the advertisement which said that for
the small sum of 25 cents, anyone
could receive the Information on how
to keep a fountain pen from dripping
ink,” said City Attorney Daniel \V.
Hoan in illustrating a point.
"A young man whoso pen bothered
the life'out of him, sent a quarter for
ithe desired Information. The reply
was:
“’Don’t put any ink in it.’”—Mil
waukee Wisconsin.
THE RIGHT SOAP FOR BABY’S
SKIN
In the care of baby’s skin and hair,
Cuticura Soap is the mother’s fa
vorite. Not only Is it unrivaled in
purity and refreshing fragrance, but
its gentle emollient properties are
usually sufficient to allay minor irri
tations, remove redness, roughness
and chafing, soothe sensitive condi
tions, and promote skin and hair
health generally. Assisted by Cuti
cura Ointment, It Is most valuable In
the treatment eft eczemas, rashes and
Itching, burning infantile eruptions.
Cuticura Soap wears to a wafer, often
outlasting several cakes of ordinary
soap and making Its use most eco
nomical.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the worlds Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card “Cuticura, Dept L, Boston.”—Adv.
Honk! Honki
"Did she come to the door when
you serenaded her with your mando
lin?”
“No; but another fellow came along
and brought her ,out with an auto
horn.”__
Unlucky.
Chollle—Do you believe the number
thirteen is unlucky?
Jfollle—Indeed, I do. You were the
thirteenth man who proposed to me.
JOT-EASE,
The A at i septic powder shaken into
the shoes—'The Standard Rem
edy for tli* feet for a quarter
century 30.000 testimonials. Sold
Trad© Mark, everywhere. 25c. Sample FRKB.
Address. Alien s. Olmsted. Le Roy. N Ys
The Man wh(fput the EEi In FEET*
Uenume must be« Signature
DAISY FLY KILLER SS? ZTtti; S
Meat, «l«aa. «#■
UMMUM, OODTIDlMt
cheap, tails atl
••*••*. Mad* of
natal, oaa’Upill or tip
oror; will mot toll at
1 ajar* anjthia*.
Gear**«©*d iflcetlT*
All dealers orton*
exproe© paid for tl.Ms
B*i(ii.B 80M1KI, 160 D©C*lt At©.. Brooklya, M. Y.
SIOUX CITY PTG. CO., NO. 31-1913.
' Pork
and
Beans ,
Delicious - Nutritious
j Plump and Dut-likc in flavor, thoroughly cooked with
choice pork. Prepared the Libby way, nothing can be more
appetizing and latidFying, nor of greater food valua. Put
up with or without tomato aauce. An excellent dish
itfved eitlfer hot or cold.
Insist on
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