W U. S. MINISTER TO ENGLAND
Commends Peruna to All Catarrh Sufferers.
Hon. Louis E. 'Johnson is the son of the late Reverdy Johnson who was United
States Senator from Maryland, also Attorney General under President Johnson, and
United States Minister to England, and who was regarded as the greatest constitutional
lawyer that ever lived.
In a recent letter from 1006 F. Street, N. W., Mr. Johnson says:
“/Vo ons should longer suffer from catarrh when Peruna is ac
cessible. To my knowledge it has caused relief to so many of my
friends and acquaintances, that it is humanity to commend its use to
all persons suffering with this distressing disorder of the human
system.”—Louis E. Johnson.
Catarrh I’n'.smii).
Catarrh i9 capable of changing all the
life-giving secretions of the body into
scalding fluids, which destroy and inflame
every part they come in contact with. Ap
plications to the places affected by catarih
can do little good save to soothe or quiet
disagreeable symptoms. Hence it is that
gargles, sprays, atomizers and inhalants
only serve as temporary relief. So long as
the irritating secretions of catarrh continue
to be formed so long will the membranes
continue to be inflamed, no matter what
treatment is used.
There is but one remedy that has the
desirable effect, and that remedy is
Peruna. This remedy strikes at once to
the roots of catarrh by restoring to the
capillary vessels their healthy elasticity.
Peruna is not a temporary palliative, but a
radical cure.
Send for Dr. Hartman’s latest book,
sent free for a short time. Address The
Peruna Drug Manufacturing Co., Co
lumbus, Ohio.
If you do not derive prompt and satis
factory results from the use of Peruna, write
at once to Dr. Hartman, giving a full state
ment of your case and he will be pleased to
give you his valuable advice gratis.
Address Dr. Hartman, President of The
Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus, Ohio.
Better keep on the safe side.
Don’t use a liniment you’re not sure about.
If you have an Injury, an Ache a serious Cut or Bruise.
Lumbago, Neuralgia or anything that is curable by a liniment,
MEXICAN MUSTANG LINIMENT.
It cured aches and Injuries of Man and Beast before many of you
vvere born. It was found to be reliable by your sires and
grandsircs; it will be found so by you.
—
In our mammoth kitchen we employ a Chef
whole an expert in making mince pies. He
has charge of making all of Libby's Mince
Meat, lie uses the very Choicest material*.
He is told to make the
BEST
MINCE
MEAT
Ever sold—and he does. Get a package at
your grocer s—enough lor two large pies. You
will never u«e another kind again, l.ibby’s
Allas ol the World, with 3a new maps, sire 8xn
inches, sent anvwhere for tocents in stamps.
Our booklet, "How to Mask Good Things
to Eat,” mailed free.
LIBBY. flcNEILL & LIBBY,
CHICAGO.
WPI 1BITX/Ci Wanted SO,nOO rounds
I Is l\ E> I of good fat blrda lor
ihe holidays Also chickens, dunks and geeaa
luttar ana egg>. Writ- for tags and prices.
IIO’ KKT PI HI IN.
Batak'laheil IStu. Umiktiia. Sak
nDADCV NEW DISCOVERY: glees
1/nVr I quick relief and cures worst
eases. Book of testimonials and 10 DAY!' treatment
lux. Dr.H.H.OKJUUf B SON8.Box E.Atlanta,Ow
Want-Eeverythlng always carries as
ounity belly.
, Game is always scarce where Poor
Hunter lives.
To the housewife who has not yet
become acquainted with the new things
ot everyday use in the market and who
is reasonably satisfied with the old,
we would suggest that a trial of De
fiance Cold Water Starch be made at
once. Not alone because it is guar
anteed by the manufacturers to be
superior to any other brand, but be
cause each 10c package contains
16 ozs.. while all the other kinds con
tain but 12 ozs. It is safe to say that
the lady who once uses Defiance
Starch will use no other. Quality and
quantity must win.
A blind horse can see what his own
er is driving at. !
Rice in South Texan.
The Government report for 1902
shows that Texas holds the world's
record for the production of rice.
Some of the host rice lands in the
State are along the line of the M. K.
& T. Ry. An interesting book on
Texas will be sent on request.—
James Barker. Gen’l Pass. Agent. M.
K. & T. Ry., 501 Wainwright Bldg., St.
Louis.
It takes a rich man to enjoy th6
pleasures of poverty.
YELLOW CLOTHES ARE PWSIOHTLY.
Koopthem white with Red Cross Ball Blue.
All grocers sell large 2 oz. package, 5 cent*
It takes a photographer to throw
light on his subject.
Try me just once and I am sure to
come again. Defiance Starch.
Hot-Head fills the pipe of peace from
the powder horn.
FAT MAN WAS SLICK
AND THE LITTLE MAN WAS TAK
ING NO CHANCES.
Sleeping-Car Comedy Reptote With
Humor—Porter Aids Conscienceless
Heavyweight in a Very Up-to-Date
Confidence Game—A Complete Suc
cess.
A man who more than jot his
money's worth from the weighing
machines waddled up the aisle of the
sleeping car In the wake of the negro
porter.
"Well, where are you going to put
me this time, Eb?" he asked.
"Right up hyah, suh. Uppah 13,
Bull.” Eb made a sweeping bow as
he indicated the berth with a wave
of his hand.
‘Upper 13? Haven't you got any
lower berths left?” asked the fat
man.
"Not a lowah on de train, suh. If
dtre was, suh, you know right well,
suh, you’d suhtainly hab it.”
“Umm-m.”
The fat man eyed upper 13 critical
ly.
‘ Will it hold me, Eb?” he asked
anxiously. “You remember what hap
pened la3t time I slept in an upper ■
berth.”
"’Deed I do, suh, ’deed I do! An’
dat little thin man down below you. |
Oh, lawdy, lawdy! I t'ought he'd a
like t’ died wid fright.” i
An anxious face appeared between
the curtains of lower 13 and surveyed
the speakers sharply.
‘‘Well, that's all very funny to talk
about afterward, Eb, but I don’t want
to go through anything like it again.
The question is, will this berth hold
me.”
) ihe porters face took on a grave
expression.
“Why, I doan know, suh. I doan
see no reason why it shouldn't 'ceptin'
—pahdon me, hut ain't you a trifle mo'
fleshy dan what you was?”
The head again appeared between
the curtains of lower 13. This time
it began to speak.
“I—I—beg your pardon, sir,” it
said,' "hut if you prefer a lower berth,
why—er—beg—”
“Tut, tut, tut,” broke in the fat
n an, hurriedly. “Your offer is very
kind, sir, but 1 really couldn’t think of
depriving you of your night’s rest.
And 1 am sure the upper will hold all
right. I'm not in the least afraid, I
assure you.”
"Ah, but really, now. I insist. I have
absolutely no preference. In fact, I
know I shall rest much better in the
upper berth.”
The hoad disappeared and a moment
later a weazened little man crawled
out in the aisle with a bunch of coth
ing in one hand and a pair of shoes
in the otlior.
“I insist, sir.” The little man's tone
was almost defiant.
"Oh, well, of course, if you Insist,”
smiled the fat man, bowing as low os
nature would permit him.
The porter made up the berths, and
ten minutes later the fat man was
snoring peacefully in lower 13.
It seemed to the thin man as he
swung into upper 13 that he saw the
porter wink. But then, it may have
been a flicker of the lamp.
GOOD OF ITS KIND
Mme. Burmeistcr’s Idea of a Thorough
Bred Animal.
When Mme. Dora Petersen Burmeis
ter returned from Europe several sea
sons ago and gave a series of piano
recitals at the Peabody Conservatory
in Baltimore, an old, yellow dog.
which she befriended, was the subject
of most discussion amongst her ad
mirers, next to her great artistic
ability.
It was a most, miserable looking
animal, with all the earmarks and the
old piece of rope around its neck
which stamped it without doubt as a
dog of the street, and, therefore, It
caused discussion, every one wonder
ing why the artist should make a pet
of such a beast when she might have
the very best. Finally one acquaint
ance determined to ask Mrs. Burmeis
ter what she saw in the dog. She did
not seem to recognize any reason why
the dog was not just as good as any
other, until at length the acquaintance
said: “Why, that dog is nothing but
a cur!”
Mrs. Burmeister evidently did not
understand the moaning of the word,
for she asked: "A what?”
“A cur,” was the reply.
“Yes?” answered the artist. "Well,
if it is a cur, I'm sure it is a thorough
bred cur.”
NO GOOD FOR DRINKS
Form of Charity Not Appreciated by
Its Recipient.
A well known Philadelphian tells
this story on himself:
One day last fall, while 1 was stand
ing on the corner of Fortieth and Mar
ket streets, I was approached by an
old tramp. He was a dilapidated look
ing old fellow, with such a woebegone
expression on his face that my heart
went out to him. He came up to me
and said:
"Say, boss, couldn't you give a poor
old man some change? I got to get to
Germantown to-night, and I'm clean
done up.”
I drew out my. purse and found that
I, too, was "hard up.’-' Then I thought
of my exchange book. I took out a
couple and gave them to him, with full
directions as to how to use them. Ho
took the exchanges and. after gazinj
at them for some time, handed then,
sack with:
"Thank ye. young feller; but them's
no good fer drinks.”
ffSs
vAoladaj
m uses Bui'k.
Gladys Deacon nursing her poor Ut
ile nose after that horrid paraffin treat
ment Is not a circumstance to what
Paris women do to achieve the tri
umphs of perfect, ravishing beauty.
Belladonna, as yon Know, is a nar
cotic poison, much used by physicians
fr->i st>‘rv paid &nff spasmodic action—
our fashionable dames have of late
commenced to employ it like ean de
cologne. Nowadays, every woman and
girl carries in her bag a silver or a
gold flask of the latter—the most alco
holic drink in the world—using it to
stimulate the senses before a monien
tous meeting or previous to making a
grand entrance on the stage.
Do you remember La Cavalier!, she
of the raven black hair, worn in ban
deaux on each side of the forehead and
over the ears, Cleo fashion? Well,
she is a blonde to-day, thanks to the
art which enables women to create
that rare and delicious combination
of fair tress and dark eyes of which,
unassisted, nature is so niggardly. 1
met her at a Rue de la I’aix dressmak
er’s recently and herd Otero say to
her: “Peroxide or-?”
“Do you take me for a typewriter?”
cried La Cavelieri indignantly. “Please
understand that my prince secured me
the recipe of the incomparable Pop
paea, which, I am told, was invented
at the behest of Emperor Nero, who
promised the chemist to cut him up
into mince meat lest he furnished a
perfect, though harmless, lotion. It’s
oxceltent stuff,” continued La Cava
lieri, who aparently enjoyed the en
vious glances of the other ladles, ’but
to work perfectly it needs the assist
ance of Africa’s sun. While bleaching
I sat on the balcony of my Cairo pal
ace, my hair floating loosely over my
shoulders, drying in the rays of the
ardent sun, who caressed It with burn
ing and devouring looks. That, girls,
made it as brilliant as threads of
gold."
There was a rumor, some little time
ago, that King Leopold would marry
Cleo de Merode. I interviewed her
on the point when she returned from
her German tour.
“Nonsense,” she said, “there are no
she asses in Belgium.”
"No what?” I cried.
“One can't buy asses’ milk in I,eo
poldom,” said the dancer with a show
of comic despair, "neither in Brussels
nor Ostend was I able to get any. and
I hate, nay, posltiyeiy loathe, bathing
in cows’ milk. Besides, it is not half
so good for the complexion as the
other.”
“Why don’t you try the olive oil
bath?” I suggested.
"Olive oil bath? I never heard of it
before. But it ought to be good. I
will try it tomorrow. Thanks, aw
fully.”
When she was gone I remembered
that I had promised Rejene not to
mention this new elixir of life to any
one. Our great Frou-Frou has been
addicted to the olive oil bath for some
time. She can afford it, for her hus
band is in the oil trade, and as he
humorously puts It, “nothing is lost
by the process.” I caught her in her
oil tub a few weeks ago, on the occa
sion of an early morning visit to her
house. She was lmmerced to her
chin, and every little while took
handfuls of the fluid and let it drip
down her face, taking care not to wet
her hair, done up high. I must stand
this for two hours,” she said, “while
the bath is kept at an even tempera
ture by special apparatus. From this
tun I step in the next one, filled with
hot water, as hot as I can bear It.
Then follows a coat of tar soap, and
finally an all-over massage. A cold
spray winds up the exercise.
“And what special benefits do you
derive from the treatment?”
"Never was my skin so clear and
white, nor so smooth and subtile as
to-day." said Rejane, holding out one
beautifully formed leg. “And,” she
said, with becoming frankness, “I am
not getting younger.”
Otero bathes in rosewater, not attar
of roses though, and for advertising
Instead of hygienic purposes.
Her bathing hours are from 5 to 7,
and the act is a sort of semi-public
function. Everybody having the en
tree to her gilded boudoirs may attend.
I will take you along.
Picture to yourself a lofty apartment
furnished in rococo and hung with
yellow satin, bunches of fresh Ameri
can beauty roses attached t*> walls,
curtains and draperies. The cfcrpet is
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white velvet, and tall mirrors are
framed in silver.
In the center a dais, surrounded by
gilt chairs, upholstered in the color of
the walls. The golden samovar sings
and whistles, in the garden below the
Bypsy band plays a ezardos. A white
figure emerges from the bedroom ad
joining, a white hand tries the tem
perature of the water in the silver
bathtub enthroned on the dais. It is
satisfactory. Otero jumps in and her
two maids dump two basketfuls of
rose leaves over her—red and yellow.
After that callers are freely admit
ted. and the beauty in the flow'er cov
ered pit does her best to amuse them.
The face masks made of flour, white
of egg. olive oil and honey has now
gone out of fashion—the effect was
not lasting enough. Instead, elderly
coquettes utilize pieces of raw beef,
attached to the cheeks, chin and fore
head by bandages. Several well-known
women, supposed to employ the new
fangled face mask, were pointed out
to me, and their complexion left really
nothing to be wished for.
The poor face of the dam0 of fash
ion, how it is tortured nowadays. Med
icine, surgery, mineralogy, pastel and
charcoal painters all work on its im
provement with more or less success.
A year or two ago one of our beauty
doctors coined money by offering to
make girls taller. He had a wonderful
method of pulling their legs—electri
cally. of course. The patient had to
lie on her stomach while a nurse
passed a sort of carpet sweeper ar
rangement over her knee joints. This
fake was shelved after a month or two,
but now a similar one has bobbed up.
To-day some enterprising rascal makes
“aristocratic hands” to order; even
fingers "that look like pork sausages”
are given the latest slender shape.
And if the finger nails are not as per
fect as they might be, why, they can
be burned off with nitric acid to make
room for new ones “as good as a duch
ess’.”—Chicago Tribune.
Romance In Ruskin’a Life.
John Ruskin’s hopeless love contin
ues to be the subject of much gossip
in the English press. One gossipy
writer says there is in existence a let
ter by Ruskin whicSe nimself has
seen, giving Rusklmwn account of
the separation from wife. It shows
that there was noth more than 'n
compatibility betwJjhem. The real
passion of Ruskinje came to him
when he was a m«ist 50. He fell
in love with an If girl. Rosie Ha
touche. She lovejn, but their re- A
UgiouB differencei-re insuperable.
The girl died wlfstill a girl and
Ruskin broke do* The misfortune
clouded the rest 4* life in despair.
He fell in with ■tualists, who re
vealed to h.vm tpdrit of his dead
love. Hence cJ|he crushing col
lapse which ultfily overthrew his
braiu.
One on Prent Ingalls.
President In*of the BiE Four
road writes aiffljrable hand and a
farmer living neSprlngfleld. Ohio,
is glad of it. Omy Mr. Ingalls was
riding over a of the road and
tame within Sgng distance of a
particularly a|ipc hog pen owned
by the farmeMlt day he wrote an
autograph icier the agriculturist,
complaining of e hog pen. The
farmer couljgjfycad a word of It
and showed the^ive to a Big Four
agent. The tjlttmild not make any
thing out of it, jer, but said it look
ed like the] pa sometimes issued
by PresideitTills. This was a
suggestion to fanner, who de
clares thatjhe de several trips on
the road, ttsinhe illegible scrawl
an a pass bef< the conductors dis
covered thJjb tlis a protest instead
Sailed! Vcut a Rudder.
The British llesblp Hood has Just
accomplisdfljp |at which reflects the
greatest amid in her officers. She
sailed from M. to Devonport, a dis
tance of 21035les, without a rudder,
at an avel(tge?ed of nearly thirteen
knots. S1|kjB> a run from Argos
toll to Mfeltmh a disabled rudder,
and when An mlnatlon was made at
the lattu||pOf. was found that she
would hi*©?have a new steering
ppparatg^Bd 0ld rudder was
shipped jabot and the ship Btarted
for hon^raWing with her twin
screws, f Hei rformance would have
been a rerjr>d one for a battleship
with a rudt and without one it it
rc-garde§; as st remarkable.
Invincible.
Three Iif en were discussing the
merits jof tjfarious fighters in a city
saloon! anit conclusion one said:
"Yes, flSK'.n, the Irish are the ^
SreatejB» rs in the world." After
they left t place a little German,
who wastuntedly sipping his beer if*"
and smol his pipe, listening to 4
what the hmen had to say, re
marked It e bartender that he did
n°t thjjf'.) Irish were such great
fighters. e bartender said they
V™m**"'** flne fi8htlng men.
think they vas any
g°otl.&8 “4ter8,” the German stub
born!^ oc:tlded. “Vy only last week
me •Ms5?arudder Gus and anudder
fello# »;;e(j one Qf dem.” *
H “m* of the Leech.
THE*" is tha onIy anlmal which
pos»a«|fc[_ree separate jaws.