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A GIFTED AND BEAUTIFUL GIRL
Threatened With Nervous Prostration,
PROMPTLY SAVED BY PE-RU-NA.
|! MISS ROSE CULLEN, OF BUTTE, MONT. >
Miss Rose Cullen, President Youn g Woman's Club, of Butte, Mont.,
writes from 921 Galena street, as fol lows:
“Peruna has many friends In Butte, f cannot say too much In
praise of it. While finishing school I became very nervous and
exhausted from over-study. I was weak and sick, and could neither
eat, sleep nor enjoy life. A couple of bottles of Peruna put new life
in me. I find that having it in the house and taking a dose off and
on keeps me in fine health.
••A large number of my friends place Peruna at the head of all
medicines.”—Miss Rose Cullen.
How l'orana Qaukiv * iirw» is<i<karho(
tliu l»au« of V\ umuukimi.
MRS. G. W. HEARD, Hempstead,
“We have moved recently, and I
must have lifted something that was
too heavy for me in straightening
things up, for I had such a backache
and could hardly stand on my feet at
ell. Beside, I was so tired all the
time. My face was spotted and 1 was
very thin. I took one bottle of Pe
runa and was soon real well. When
I feel tired and all run down 1 take
Peruna and feel all right before I fin
ish one bottle. I know it is a won
derful medicine, and both myself and
husband praise Peruna.
"There has been a great deal of
sickness through this part of the coun
try, but, thanks to Peruna, which we
use freely, our own family has escaped
with almost no sickness at all.
“Could you but see our baby Ruby,
(to whom we gave Peruna for bowel
trouble), you would see from her ro
bust looks that you need no better ad
vertisement In this little town. She
is so fat and rosy, is nearly five years
old now’, and is a great believer in Pe
runa.”—Mrs. G. W. Heard.
Given Up to Die—All Doctor* Failed It
Uroveil to bo Catarrh of Stomach
and Wa* Cured by Peruna.
W. A. Mitchell, dealer in general
merchandise, of Martin, Ga., writes:
“I wrote you some time ago con
cerning my wife’s case. She had tried
all of the best doctors, and we got to
i where we thought all they did wr.9
against her. She weighed about 199
pounds when she was in good health.
When she commenced with our family
physician in April, 1898, she weighed
about 130, but kept going down all tho
time. She went to Atlanta, Ga., and
took treatment, but it did her no good.
Then she went to Harmony Grove, Ga.,
and took treatment from the best phy
sician there for three months. She
kept going down under his treatment,
although he was considered the best
physician in the county. She went
down from 130 pounds to 68, and we
saw she could not live long. She was
a skeleton. We consulted an old phy- !
cician who told her to use Peruna. She
gradually improved and got stronger.
She has gained 38 pounds since she
has taken Peruna. and is gaining ev
ery day, and does her own housework.
"She was well known when she was
so low. and now everybody wants to
know what cured her. She had indiges
tion and catarrh of the stomach. It 13 '
as good for children as for grown peo- !
pie. We haven’t had to have a doetor
for one of our children since 1898.”—
W. A. Mitchell.
If you do not derive prompt and sat
isfactory results from tho use of Peru
na, write at once to Dr. Hartman, giv
ing a full statement of your case and
he will be pleased to give you his val
uable advice gratis.
Address Dr. Hartman. President of
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W.N. U.—OMAHA No. 21 —1901
A Month in California.
Here is an estimate of the cost of a
trip to. and a month's stay in. Califor
nia at the time of the Epworth league
meeting in San Francisco, in July:
Round-trip ticket .*45.00
Berth In tourist sleeper (both
w ays) . ..Id 00
Meals en route . s.UO
Four weeks’ board and lodging in
San Francisco . 30.00
Sundries Kxrursinns, street cars,
rhe figures are based on beginning
the trip at Omaha, but they are ap
proximately correct from other Bur
lington Route Stations west of the
If you wish to return by way of
Portland. Seattle, Tacoma. Helena, or
Butte and Billings, it will cost $‘J addi
Beautifully illustrated folder, giving
full information about San Francisco
and the best way to reach it, will be
mailed on request.
General Passenger Agent.
Lots of men know how to cure hams,
but are unable to pro-cure them.
Ask your grocer for DEFIANCE
STARCH, the only 16 oz. package for
10 cents. All other 10-rent rtarch con
tains only 12 oz. Satisfaction guaran
teed or money refunded.
A hearty “round” of applause is
what an actor considers "square”
CHOOSING A CAPTAIN.
B««gh and Tumble Custom of Japaneao
Fishermen of Hawaii.
Where several years ago the fishing
for the supplying of the Honolulu
market was done almost exclusively
by the natives in their canoes and a
few Chinamen, now the bulk of the
work is done by the Japanese, who
are at It in great numbers. The boats
which they use are built here after
patterns used in Japan, and ones >n a
while an Oriental steamer arriving
from the west brings an Imported fish
ing boat, which the fishermen think is
superior to those of local manufacture.
The boats are of a peculiar shape and
are of different sizes, some able to ac
commodate but three men, which is
an ordinary crew, and others are large
enough for seven or eight men. Up to
the time that the vessel is launched
there is no captain selected for tho
boat. The choosing of this important
factor in every case is left until the
boat is in the water. It is known who
the members of tho crew are, and from
them the captain is selected. When
the boat is in the water and moored
securely, the members of the crew,
who are generally the owners of the
boat, strip themselves and get into the
boat. Then the fun of making the se
lection of the commander begins.
There is no voting or drawing of lots
to settle the matter. At a given signal
from one of the crowd on shore who
are watching, the men in the boat be
gin with all their might to try to
throw each other out into the water.
Each man is against the other, and so
the struggle, as a usual thing, lasts
a long time and is remarkably excit
ing. All the time the play goes on the
friends of the contestants yell words
of cheer to the struggling men In the
boat and throw buckets of water on
them and into the boat, seemingly
with the idea of making she battle
ground more slippery as well as re
freshing to the men at work. As soon
as a man is thrown out of the boat he
must stay out, but may assist with
water if he so desires. The man who
stays in the boat longest, or rather
who is able to put all the others out
of the boat, has by his prowess shown
himself competent to be captain, an 1
so he Is greeted with much applause
and showered with congratulations at
the termination of the scuffle. There is
no appeal from Hie selection so made,
and the captain o chosen continues to
be captain until he voluntarily retires
or sells out his share in the boat.—Ex.
EMPLOYES OF GOVERNMENT.
About 8'JO,000,000 In Wages—No ‘‘Hard
Tliiip-i** In Washington.
According to the latest official list,
there are 19,446 public functionaries of
various kinds and degrees employed
exclusively in the District of Colum
bia in conducting the numerous de
partments and bureaus of the federal
government, says the Washington cor
respondent of the New York Tribune.
These are the civilian appointees in
the executive departments, and do not
include senators and representatives,
and several hundred employes of the
houses who vibrate between the capital
and their homes in other parts of the
country. Nor does this aggregate in
< hide 350 or 400 army and navy offi
cers. active and retired, who form a
large permanent colony here. The
monthly compensation of these 19.146
civilian employes amounts to $1,635,
708.81. Therefore, the aggregate sum
in salaries annually paid out in Wash
ington by the government disbursing
clerks reaches tlie enormous total of
$19,028,505.72. Besides, probably not
less than $3,000,000 additional goes to
senators and congressmen, and their
highly paid subordinates, and perhaps
$1,250,000 more to the army and navy
officials, most of whom are of high
rank, with large pay, there being con
stantly here not less than sixty gen
erals and admirals, active and retired.
These totals formal grand aggregate of
$23,878,505.72 annually paid out in
Washington in the single item of sal
arles. It is a vast, unvarying, constant
stream of cash flowing from the gov
ernment coffers into the hands of the
hanks, business houses and profession
al men of Washington, the official per
sonnel of the United States acting
merely as middlemen, because this
money is largely spent or permanently
invested here. In all the departments
salaries are paid semi-monthly, and
if desirable the officeholder can draw
sums oftener, if the money is due to
him, but this is dependent wholly on
the courtesy of the disbursing clerks.
It is not singular, then, that, there are
never any hard times in Washington.
How can there lie such a thing as hard
times in this town iii such circum
Rxplolted u Penny Craze.
A Ixnulon paper tells of the way in
which a shopkeeper exploited the pre
vailing craze for collecting pennies of
this year's issue. In the window of
ids shop lie displayed a notice: ‘ Five
shillings given for 1901 pennies.” A
passerby entered, offered him a 1901
penny and asked for the 5 shillings.
‘‘Oh, yes,” said the shopkeeper, "hut
that Is only on'- penny. Where are
the other 1.900?”
An Old Coppnr Coin.
Charles L. Feller, of Providence, lias
lately acquired possession or a copper
coin of the kind used as passports by
runaway slaves coming north long be
fore the war. The coin has "Liberty"
In a laurel wreath on its face and on
the reverse the kneeling figure of a
slave woman and.the inscription, "Am
I not a woman and a sister?”
The man who finds himself down in
a coal mine for the first time doe*
some pretty deep thinking.
me R emembered'
Rt Grave. R3
L, 3V Mary E.Wilkens^ ^
| "I guess there won’t be a great
show of flowers on Sylvester's grave
this year,” said Sarah Cook. Her
voice had a certain triumph in it, but
it ended in a decorous sigh.
”1 guess there won't, either," re
turned her sister Mrs. Kemp. ”1
guess Phebe Ann is too sick to think
much about it.” Her voice sounded
Lucy Kemp dropped her sewing for
a minute and turned her face toward
the window. “It seems 'most too had.
don’t it?” she said, meditatively.
"When she's done so much every
year, and thought so much about it.”
"I don’t know as I think it's too
bad," said Mrs. Kemp. "Of course I'm
sorry Phebe Ann is sick, but when it
comes to these flowers she's always
covered Sylvester’s grave with, Dec
oration day, I guess the! a was a great
deal of it for show. It would have
seemed different if he had been in the
war, but I’ve thought a good many
times, when I’ve seen Sylvester's grave
■with more flowers on it than any of
the soldier's, that Phebe Ann had a
little eye to what folks would say, for
all she felt so had."
“There’s the band!” cried Lucy,
It was a very warm day for the .sea
son—almost as warm as midsummer.
The windows were wide open. The
two women and the girl leaned their
heads out and listened. They could
hear far-away music. Two little girls
with their hands full of flowers ran
"They’re just forming down at the
town hall,” said Lucy. "Annie Dole
and Lottie are just going."
"They came over here for flowers
this morning,” said her mother, "and
I told ’em I hadn’t any to give. All
I had was lilacs, besides that little
early rose bush, and they’d got all the
lilacs they wanted of their own, and
there was only just three roses on that
bush, and I could not bear to cut 'em.
The procession ain't coming—the mu
sic don’t sound a mite nearer. It
won't be here for an hour yet.”
"I don’t s'pose Phebe Ann's husband
will lift his finger to help us, even if
she should be taken away, and ho
left without a chick nor child in the
world," said Mrs. Kemp.
Phebe Ann’s husband was her own
dead husband’s brother, hut she never
spoke of him by his own name.
"I wonder how much Phebe Ann'.-:
husband has got?" said Sarah Cook.
“Well, I guess he’s laid by a little
something. They must have, with no
"Mebbe he will do something If It
over happens that he ain't under any
body else’s thumb.”
“It won’t make any difference now.
He’s laid under the thumb so long that
he's all flattened out of the shr.pe he
“I WONDER WHO PIT THOSE
was made in. He used to bow Kind
of sideways behind Phebe Ann's back
when I met him, but he don't do that
now. I met him face to fane the other
day, and he never looked at me. I
don't know what poor Thomas would
say if he was alive. 1 wonder what
Lucy is picking lilacs for? Lucy!”
"What say?” Lucy's sweet, thin
voice called back. Her smooth, fair
head was half hidden in a great clump
of lilac bushes by the gate, She was
bending the branches over and break
ing off full purple clusters.
“What you picking those lilacs for?"
“I Just thought I'd pick a few."
“What for? I ain't going to have
^,-iy in the house!They're too sweet—
“I ain’t going to bring them Into the
house,” said Lucy. She let a branch
fly back and went across the yard with
a great bunch of lilacs iu her hands.
“I wonder what she's up to?" said
Lucy returned Just before the pro
cession passed. The cemetery was a
little way beyond the house. Her
mother and aunt, and a neighbor who
had come in stood at the windows
listening eagerly to the approaching
music. Lucy joined them. The pro
cesison filed slowly past: The Grand
Army men. the village band, the min
isters and local dignitaries, and the
rear-guard of children with flowers.
An accompanying crowd thronged the
"I ve just been saying to Sarah that
I’hebe Ann won’t have Sylvester's
grave decked out much this year,"
said Mrs. Kemp. Her voice was pleas
anter and more guarded than before.
“I heard Phebe Ann was pretty
low,” said the neighbor.
Phebe Ann’s husband went softly
behind the nurse to the bedroom.
Phebe Ann looked up at him and beck
oned imperatively. He went close and
bent over her. "What is it, Phebe
Ann?” said he.
“Is it—Decoration day?” she whis
pered with difficulty, for she was
growing very weak.
“Yes. ’tis, Phebe Ann,” said her
“Have you got—any flowers for—
“No. I ain’t. I ain’t thought of it,
Phebe Ann, with your being so sick,
‘hGo—get some!" she panted. Her
motioning band and her eager eyes
spoke louder than her tongue.
“Yes, I will, I will, Phebe Ann!
Don't you fret another mite about it.”
The nurse followed him out of the
”1 can’t go to the green-house!” he’
whispered agitatedly. "It's five miles
"Land, get any kind of flowers!” ;
said the nurse. “Get dandelions and
buttercups, if you can’t find anything
The old man took his hat down with
a bewildered air and went slowly out
of the yard. At the gate he paused
and looked around. There were no
flowers in the yard; there were several
bushes, rose and phlox, but it was too
early for them to blossom. Over at
the left stretched a field, and that was
waving with green and gold. Phebe
Ann’s husband went over into the
field and began pulling the buttercups
in great handfulls. and the grass with
them. He had all he could carry
when he left the field and went sol
emnly down the road.
Sylvester's grave was at the farther
side of the cemetery. The old man,
with his load of buttercups and grass,
made his way to it. The soldiers'
graves were decorated with flags and
flowers, but the people had gone. The
cemetery was very still. When John
Kemp reached Sylvester's grave, hs
started and stared. There was a great
bunch of lilacs on the grave and three
charming, delicate pink roses in a
“1 wonder who put those flowers
there! ” he muttered. He laid tho but
tercups and grass down on the grave; ;
then he stood still. It was over twen- :
ty years since the boy Sylvester had
been laid there—a little soldier who
had fought only his own pain. “I
wonder who put those flowers there!”
John Kemp muttered again.
He went out of the cemetery, but
instead of turning down the road
toward his own home, walked hesi
tatingly the other way toward tho
house of his sister-in-law—Thomas'
wife, as he always spoke of her.
Lucy’s face was at one open win
dow, her Aunt Sarah Cook's at tho
"Lucy!” called the old man, stand
ing at the gate.
Lucy came out to him tremblingly.
Sarah Cook ran to tell her sister; she
thought Phebe Ann must be dead.
"Do you know who put those flow
ers there?" asked the old man in a
"1 did," said Lucy Her face flushed.
"I thought there wouldn't be anybody
to see to it, now Aunt Phebe Ann is
sick," she explained timidly.
Her uncle looked wistfully at her.
his eyes full of tears. "Sylvester was
a dreadful sufferer,” he said.
Lucy did not know what to say. She 1
looked up at him, and her soft face
! seemed to take on distressed lines like
The old man turned abruptly and
went away. “Phebe Ann is sinking,”
he said, indistinctly, as he went.
Lucy's mother and. her aunt rushed
to the door to meet her. “Is Phebe
Ann dead?” Sarah Cook called out.
j “No, she ain’t dead."
“What did he want to see you ror?
asked Mrs. Kemp.
Lucy hesitated; a shamefaced look
came over her face. "What did ho
want?” her mother asked, impera
“He wanted to know who put some
flowers on—Sylvester’s grave.’
“Did you?" '
"Yes’m.” • ]
“What did you put on?”
“Some lilacs and—roses.”
"You didn’t pick those roses?”
“O, mother, the lilacs didn’t seem
quite enough! Aunt Phebe Ann has
always done so much!” Lucy said.
Her mother and her aunt looked at
each other. “I shouldn’t have thought
you’d have picked those roses without
saying anything about it,” said her
mother, but her voice was embar
rassed rather than hars'n. She went
back to the kitchen and proceeded
with her work of making biscuits for
supper. The sewing was all finished.
Lucy set the table. After supper they
went out in the cemetery and strolled
about looking at the flowers, in the
soft, low light. "Who brought all that
mess of buttercups and grass, I won
der?” said Sarah Cook, as they stood
over Sylvester’s grave.
"I guess it must have been Phebe
Ann’s husband—it looks just like a
man,” Mrs. Kemp replied. Lucy got
down on her knees and straightened
the buttercups into a bouquet.
“I wonder if she'll live the night
out," said Sarah Cook, soberly.
"I’ve listened to hear the bell toll
every morning this week,” said Mrs.
Kemp. "I don't believe she can live
much longer. I'd go up there tonight
if I thought she wanted me to.”
The next morning Mrs. Kemp, list
ening with her head thrust out of the
window in the early sunlight, heard
indeed the bell tolling for Phebe Ann.
“She’s gone." she told Sarah Cook and
Lucy; and Lucy cried.
They all went to Phebe Ann’s funer
al and followed her to the grave. Mr3.
Kemp’s and Sarah Cook’s eyes wer j
red when they came home. “There
were a great many good things about
Phebe Ann, after all,” Mrs. Kemp said.
“I always said there was,” Sarah
The morning after the funeral John
Kemp came to the door. Lucy an
swered his knock. He looked old and
dejected, but he tried to smile. "I
want to see you a minute,” said he.
“No, I can’t come in—not this morn- ^
ing. I’m coming before long. I hope
things will be different from what
they have been. It was her wish. 1
went home that day and told Phebe
Ann how you'd put the flow’ers there,
and she beckoned to me to come anil
lean over. Then she made out to tell
me. She wanted you to have Sylves
ter's money that we put in the bank
for him when he was born. It’s been
growing. We haven't spent any, ex
cepting for the (lowers, and its near
five hundred dollars. She wanted me
to give it to you right away, and
you’re going to have it just as soon
as I can get it out of the bank. Phebe
Ann said you could have some more
schooling and not have to work so
hard. And I guess you’ll have more
than that, too, some day, if you out
live me. Phebe Ann, she thought
mebbe I could make some arrange
ments with your mother and aunt to
come to our house and live, and take
care of It. She said she didn’t want
any other women in there. She knew
they were good housekeepers and
would keep things the way she did.
You tell your mother I’m coming in
to see her some time before long.”
John Kemp went feebly down the
walk, and Lucy returned to the kitch
• DO YOU KNOW WHO PUT THOSE
on. The door had been ajar, and her
mother and Sarah Cook had bear!
every word. They were both crying
"Coming just now when we didn't
know which way to turn!" sobbed
Sarah Cook. "Poor Phebe Ann'"
"Well, there's one thing about it"
said Mrs. Kemp, brokenly "there
shan't one Decoration day go br a*
long as I live, without Sylvester's -4
grave being trimmed as handsome aa
if his mother was alive!”—Youth's
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