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GET RID OF THE GAS Or. Williams’ Pink Pills Strengthen the Stomach and Enabla It to Do Its Work. When the stomach is feeble the food lies in it undigested, decays and throws off poisonous gases that distend the walls of the stomach and cause inter* fereuce with other organs, especially with the action of the heart and lnnga. These gases hare other ill effects. The nerves and the brain are disturbed and discomforts such as dizziness, hot flashes, sleeplessness, irritabieuess and despondency originate from this source. Experience shows that these troubles vanish just as soon as the stomach is made strong enough to digest the food. In other words, it needs a tonic that will rouse it to do the work of changing the food into nourishment. Miss Minerva C. Ladd, of Ipswich, Mass., says: “I had a weak stomach from the time I was a little child. Whenever I took hearty food it would cause terrible faintness, and I would finally vomit what I had eaten. At times there would be the most intense pains through the upper part of my body. For days in succession, I would have to lie down most of the time. The distress was often so great that 1 could hardly bear it, and the frequent and violent belching spells ware very disagreeable, too. ■' My doctor’s medicines gave me little relief and it was not until I tried Dr. Williams' Pink Pills that I found a cure. Within three weeks a decided improve, meut was noticeable. The belching spells were less frequent, the pains through my body were not so intense, my food was retained and after taking the pills for a few weeks loDger I fooud that I was altogether free from the miseries I had so long suffered.” Every dyspeptic should read “ What to Eat and How to Eat.” Write the Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Schenectady, U. Y., for a free copy. — WHAT’S IN A NAME. William C. bitch was Clyde bitch’s early signature. Jerome K. Jerome has the middle name of Klapka. James K. Haekett's middle initial stands for Keteltas. DISFIGURED WITH ECZEMA. Brushed Scales From Face Like Pow der—Under Physicians Grew Worse—Cuticura Works Won ders. “I suffered with eczema six months. I had tried three doctors, but did not get any better. It was on my body and on my feet so thick that I could hardly put a pin on me without touch ing eczema. My face was covered, my eyebrows came out, and then it got in my eye. I then went to anoth er doctor. He asked me what I was taking for it, and I told him Cuticura. He said that was a very good thing, but that he thought that my face would be marked for life. But Cuti cura did its work, and my face is now just as clear as it ever was. I told all my friends about my remarkable cure. I feel so thankful I want ev erybody far and wide to know what Cuticura can do. It is a sure cure for eczema. Mrs. Emma White, 641 Cherrier Place, Camden, N. J., April 25, 1905.” SENTENCE SERMONS. Serenity comes in when selfishness goes out. He takes heaven everywhere who has the happy heart Much of our sorrow is stuff we have stolen thinking it was joy. Thunders of applause give no prom ise of showers of blessing. They find the gates of heaven who seek the good of humanity. He who shuts the door of heaven on another shuts himself out. A good many more would walk with God if he would go blindfolded. Civilization will be synonymous with salvation when it has cured sin. The only thing that makes any work sacred is the way that it is done. Every time you envy another man his meal you drop gall into your own plate. The devil has no more effective weapon than the Christian’s rusty sword. The tight fisted child often finds that he has a loose hold on his Father. People who cannot stand up in the fight must not look to sit down in the feast. When friendship is but a social lad der the soul goes down faster than the feet can climb up. Many a man is praying for grace to bear his trials who needs just sand to shake them. FOOD HELPS. - • In Management of a R. R. Speaking of food, a railroad man says: "My work puts me out In all kinds of weather, subject to Irregular hours for meals and compelled to eat all kinds of food. “For 7 years I was constantly trou bled with indigestion, caused by eat ing heavy, fatty, starchy, greasy, poor ly cooked food, such as are the most accessible to men In my business. Gen erally each meal or lunch was fol lowed by distressing pains and burn ing sensations in my stomach, which destroyed my sleep and almost un fitted me for work. My brain was so muddy and foggy that it was hard for me to discharge my duties properlv. “This lasted till about a year ago, when my attention was called to Grape-Nuts food by a newspaper ad. and I concluded to try it. Since then I have used Grape-Nuts at nearly ev ery meal, and sometimes between meals. We railroad men have little chance to prepare our food In our ca booses and I find Grape-Nuts mighty handy, for It Is ready cooked. “To make a long story short, Grape Nuts has made a new man of me. I have no more burning distress in my stomach, nor any other symptom of indigestion. I can digest anything bo long as I eat Grape-Nuts, and my brain works as clearly and accurately aa an engineer's watch, and my old nervous troubles have disappeared en tirely.” Name given by Poatum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. < SrGffiftOE B4JHD0WE jmzaaear ’xxaacjcac neaaorJX CHAPTER XI.—Continued. The poor fellow looks piteously at Miss Pauline, then goes to the win dow, and looks out, with his head rest ing disconsolately on his hands, and his elbows on the sill. Meanwhile Miss Pauline In low tones describes the recent daring exploits that have made Colonel Bob a hero and a lion in Paris, while the girl listens with open-eyed wonder. Presently she makes the amende honorable—Bob feels a warm breath near his cheek, then his name is whispered in the softest of tones: “Bob! oh, Bob!” He answers not, nor turns his head —then a rounded arm slips around his neck, and the voice of the charmer is heard again: “Bob, dear Bob. forgive your little Dora!” With exceeding delicacy Dick and Miss Pauline have turned their backs upon lie couple at the window, though both smile broadly in the midst of their conversation when a very positive smack is heard, imme diately followed by a low cry of, “You naughty Bob.” “It’s made up, thank goodness,” says Pauline. "They're happy again,” sighs Dick, with such a look upon his face that the girl from New York laughs out right. “If the divine passion brings such ups and downs in its train, what folly for people to seek its favor,” she re marks, with a twinkle in her eyes that Dick catches. “Still it is a universal failing—has been from the time of Eve, and will be to the end. We cannot change our natures any more than the leopard can his spots,” he says, stoutly, and something in his look causes her to turn rosy. “These desperate men, how they must hate you. The Mexican does not hesitate to stoop low in order to win his point. What will they at tempt next?" "Well, they won’t have much more of an opportunity to get at us in France, as we shake the dust of Paris from our feet in twenty hours and by the next morning sail from Havre.” “You have decided to go with us?” and another blush follows the attempt to appear calm. SsrlNEW TQBK <coaatasTjBeai &y jaBTCsnTBZ portmanteau, together with that of his comrade. Thanks to the foresight of the colonel in locking them, no damage has been done. Securing a vehicle. Dick has the leather trunks carried to the Grand Continental. Bob turns up presently, looking something like himself. The flames mercifully spared him—for which he cannot be too thankful, for Bob Harlan would feel lost without his hair. “Pardon,” says an attendant, touch ing Dick’s arm. “Mamselle is wait ing for ze gentlemen in ze private sitting-room. Zis way, please.” They obey with alacrity, as both of them feel the pangs of hunger. The room is a cozy breakfast parlor, and both Miss Pauline and Dora are there. Dora is more of a companion than a lady’s maid, after all, and Miss West erly treats her as she would a warm friend, which fact, it may be set down for certain, pleases a certain indi vidual known as the Sheriff of Secora County. Miss Pauline has been reading aloud from the columns of a Paris morning paper, the Figaro, and ravishing Dora’s ears with the praise given to the brave American who performed such prodigies of valor in rescuing so many lives. “So, the conquering hero comes.” exclaims the New York girl, as she rises to shake hands with the blush ing colonel, who keeps his regards fixed upon Dora most assidiously. They sit down, and breakfast is served in the way that the Grand Con tinental is famous for, snowy damask, delicate china, and food fit for even rich Americans. Over the table they are merry—why not?—all of them are young, and life looks rosy indeed, from their standpoint. They shape their plans for the day, which is to be their last in the French capital, and decide upon the hour of starting for Havre, referring to the time table of the railway, and finding that the evening mail for the coast leaves at 7:10: If, as they have reason to believe, this dastardly outrage, the burning of the lodging- house, has been the work of Senor Lopez and those tools who stand ready to aid him, they can im agine the rage of the Mexican when he reads the morning papers, and finds his plotting has been in vain—that where he would have made annihila tion sure, he has simply created an opportunity for the American eagle to scream again. They see and hear nothing of him -"JZJy-fGO. A4HUfirJr?‘~ “Certainly. Now that this man seems to have decided upon harsh measures against you—pardon me. Miss Pauline, but you need a protec tor,” and his glance grows ardent. “I have always been able to pro tect myself very well up to this time,” she replies, rather coldly. “Nevertheless, unless you order me away. I am going with you to Mexico,. 1 mean to see the last of Senor Lopez, and checkmate him at his game. May I go, Pauline?” She laughs merrily. “You decide first, and then ask per mission. Yes, you may go. There now it is late. Good-night, gentle men.” CHAPTER XII. The Message Miss Pauline Did Not Receive. There is nothing for it but to obey, and the two gentlemen depart for their rooms, which is not a great way off, the colonel in a transport of de light, while Dick is feeling rather elated himself. The last night in Paris has turned out to be quite an adventurous one. Only a few more hours remain before day must come. Dick sleeps uneasily —he has before his mind the impos ing figure of the New York girl, who came alone at the most dismal hour of the night to warn him of sudden danger. What though it was too late —her intentions were all the same. No wonder he cannot sleep as of vore—-his days and nights of bachelor freedom and ease are numbered with the past—henceforth he must experi ence the ups and downs that mark the life of one who loves a woman— one hour raised to the pinnacle of de light because she coos, the next dropped into the pit of despair be cause she frowns. Good-by. Dick Denver, happy-go lucky. good-natured, free-and-easy bachelor; enter the sighing, daring and determined lover, eager to win a smile from the being he adores, ignor ing most things that formerly went to make up his existence, in the race for a wife. The balance of the night passes quietly, and with the rising of the sun the gentlemen are astir. Colonel Bob examines himself in the glass, and sees that a barber may remedy the work of the flames, so he hastens to find one. Dick meanwhile seeks the scene of night’s conflagration, and the way finds his during the day. but have a conscious feeling that his spies have them un der continual surveillance. During an hour in the afternoon that they have to themselves, Dick j and his comrade replenish their stock of fire-arms. They are going now to a country where it will be more nec- ; essary than ever to depend upon them selves for protection, and both men know full well tbe value of good wea pons at such a time. Thus the day wears away. They all have an early dinner, spread by the hotel management, and paid for by Yankee gold. Miss Pauline seems a little anxious, as though expecting something that has not come. At a quarter after six she calls a messenger and delivers a letter. "If we have left the hotel for the railway station, the one the Havre trains starts from, follow us. A nepoleon if you catch us. Should you fail, have the message sent by wire to Havre at my expense.” The messenger bows and hurries away. Dick happens to hear what has been said, and wonders what business of importance Miss Pauline has ne glected until the last hour; but he wisely remains silent. It is none of his affairs, he reflects, and yet. later on, upon considering the matter, he comes to the conclusion that perhaps, I after all, he did have a little interest in that business. “All aboard for Mexico!” calls ' Colonel Bob. as a man announces their carriage waiting. They rise from the table in some lit tle excitement, and proceed to look i after the small things. Travelers of ! such long experience know just where to find everything, and in a short time their trunks having been sent ahead, they enter the carriage that has come to take them to the railway station. The gentlemen are very attentive, and look after everything that is nec essary—tickets and compartments are secured, the baggage registered, and it is seven o’clock. Colonel Bob enters the car; he has been walking up and down, enjoying the comforts of a cigar, at the same time casting curious glances upon the people to be seen at a Parisian rail way station. “Well, they’re on board,” he says, smiling. “Who is that?” demands Dick, aus piciously. "Our friends, the enemy.” "It’s nothing more nor less than 1 expected—I suppose they come bag and baggage. The haughty senor-” “The beautiful senorita!" says Miss Pauline. “And that charming bull-fighter the great and only Barcelona—I always, doted on bull-fighters! ” remarks the. urovoking Dora, which remark causes' Colonel Bob to grin. “That isn't all—I have also a blood hound on my trail, seeking my life —the shadow that has sworn to follow me to perdition, or Mexico, or any1 other hot place, in order to get even —the hornet that stings so painfully is after me!” he cries. “What! not that miserable bug hunter?” says Dick. “The darling little Professor John aboard this train! It is too delight ful!” murmurs Dora. “That same wretched specimen of British assurance and arrogance is on board, also bound for Mexico, I reckon. If we run across each other again, I suppose I’ll have to do hint up and next time—I will, so me' Moses!” and as Bob thus makes use oi the professor's favorite phrase Dora almost goes into convulsions. Now the cry is heard, “All aboard!" Of course there Is something of a rush, for even in a well regulated French railway station there is always the man who comes late, and the wom an who at the last moment discovers that she has forgotten to look after her luggage, the friends who come to see others off. and call out endearing phrases—all the sights, in fact, so familiar to any one who spends much time about railway depots. “Here we go,” says Dick, as with', the clang of a signal-bell the train' starts. Miss Pauline takes one sweeping Burvey of the lighted station—scurry ing figures are all around her, but she. seems to look in vain for the one she seeks. Finally she sinks back, and the others can hear her one despairing word: “Useless!” Dick chances to be at a window, and looks back into the lighted station they are now leaving, just in time to see a man running after the train. It has gained too much headway for him to catch—Dick recognizes the messenger who was to bring Miss Pauline an answer. He says nothing about it, since it is none of his busi ness. If the matter Is worth atten tion, it can of course be sent on by telegraph to the steamer at Havre. (To be continued.) WOULDN’T TAKE ANY CHANCES. Darky Determined Dog Should Not Even Gum Him. This is told as a true story by M. M. Kent, a Boston business man, who formerly lived in the South, where servants were generally negroes: One day he sent a bundle in care of a negro to be delivered in the suburbs of Washington. Upon approaching the house the negro noticed a dog in the yard, and called as loudly as pos sible: “Don’t let de dawg bite!" After repeated calls a woman came to the door and told him to come to the house. “No’m, lady; I’se skeered er dawgs.” “But the dog won't bite you,” she answered him. “I don’ know dat, lady; an' I’se jes nafchelly skeered er dawgs,” he re turned. “But he can’t bit you. Why. the poor dog is so old he hasn't a tooth in his head.” “Dat’s all right, lady, but I don’ want him to even gum me.” Getting the Business Done. A few years ago. before the Austra lian ballot system was in use in elec tion primaries. Attorney General Wil liam H. Moody, who was then a law yer at Haverhill, created no end of amusement by a remark that was im mediately turned into a joke and which has clung to the cabinet mem ber ever since. In those days the “slate” was usual ly made out before the caucus by the party leaders, and in this particular case “Bill” Jeffers had been selected to present the "slate” to the assembled voters. It was new business for Jef fers, and he became a trifle nervous when he secured the floor. He had the list of names of the' delegates in his hat, which he held in his hands as he stood up to address the chair man. But. in his nervous plight he seemed unable to read the names and stillness reigned for a few moments, while he endeavored to gain control of his vocal organs: Mr. Moody was standing in the rear of the room, and after some time had been wasted by Jeffers in trying to gain his power of speech, Mr. Moody addressed the chair, saying: “Mr. Chairman. I move that the list of names in Bill Jeffers’ hat be nomi nated,” and it was, amid suppressed laughter.—Boston Herald. Plummer’s Odd Passenger. Some years ago, when the late Al bert Plummer of Stillwater. Me., was postmaster, and also stage driver from Stillwater to Orono, he was doing his stable work one morning when in came a young fellow called Henry, who was well known for being simple, to engage a passage down on the stage in the morning of the next day for himself and a young lady he was going to take to the circus at Ban gor. He hardly knew how to tell Mr. Plummer about the young lady. After waiting a while he said: ‘‘Mr. Plum mer, I want to go down with you in the morning.” “All right,” said Mr. P., “I will call for you.” Henry hung around the stable awhile, and finally he said: “Well, Mr. Plummer, there is another young lady wants to go, too.” Where the Money Went. Candidates for the British parlia ment who have won or lost in the gen eral elections are now engaged in sending in the returns of their elec tion expenses, as provided by the cor rupt practices act, for publication in a parliamentary Blue Book. British law insists upon explicitness in these returns, and candidates cannot follow the example of the member in the 70s who. in being asked by the managers of the party organization by which he was backed for particulars of a sum of money Intrusted for him, sent the following reply: “Received £500 “To one ouire of note paper, fid. ‘You know what I did with the rest.” First Weeks of the Chick. It is a fact conceded by all poultry men that chicks need no feed for 40 to 60 hours after they hatch, except a little fine grit. The first thing 1 give them is a very little fine grit. The first feed I give them is rolled oats, and I have had very good suc cess feeding them nothing else for the first two weeks, with an occasional lignt feed of fine meat scraps, not more than twice a week and not this often if they have free range. A great many people have good suc cess with chicks feeding bread crumbs, but I prefer rolled oats. Chickens are omnivorous—hoggish ly so. They don’t know when they have enough; so it is for the keeper to use brains for them and decide the matter. In a wild state they are not troubled with indigestion. In the do mesticated state they would not need a charcoal corrective if they were fed properly. We are responsible for most of the troubles chickens are heir to. Some people begin when they are hatched to stuff them with sour, slushy musses, and because they are greedy for it we give them all they can hold. I t is little wonder they are crop bound, have bowel trouble, get the cholera and quit. Some people compel their older chickens to go with out teeth, and they, too, have dyspep sia and refuse to lay eggs. The feed may be ever so good, but if grit is withheld they cannot digest and assim ilate the food. it is a debatable question whether or not chickens should be fed mashes. Poultrymen have success both ways. But it seems to me that the person who is not skilled in poultry-raising would be on the safer side if he used the dry feed method. Poultrymen do not allow the chicks to overeat the mashes, nor do they allow them to eat sour, spoiled mashes. Everything is kept sweet and clean. They are there to feed more frequently and feed less at a time than the farmer is apt to do. Watch an old hen that aas hatch ed a brood out under the bushes. She does not give them ideal care, but she does give them a diet that agrees with them. She scratches out a bug, picks up a seed, walks about considerable for the little she does get and then each chick only gets a fraction of it all. You wonder as the days go by where they get water. You are famil iar with seeing hand raised chicks fill up on drink until their crops locked like bladders. Your chicks get sick and die. Hers do not They thrive and grow. They are lean but lively agd full of vigor. It is a worm here, a bug there, a bit of gravel, a blade of grass, a scrap of fruit, an endless variety, but in very limited quantity, and never mixed with drinks. No doubt more failures result from overfeeding than any other one cause. The laying hen or the growing chick needs plenty of exercise, no mashes, no sour feed, nothing but a good pro tein ration.—J. G. Grady, Iowa County, la., in Farmers’ Review. Homemade incubator*. Every once in a while we see in some exchange a description of how t(i make a homemade incubator or a homemade brooder. We have never taken much interest in such informa tion; for the reason that it is better for a man to buy a machine known to be absolutely certain in its operations than to attempt to make from a writ ten description a machine that may or may not be serviceable. A man in making a homemade incubator or brooder must spend considerable time in studying out the details. He must then invest some money in materials, because he must have good materials. He must purchase thermometers and lamps, and then he must put a great deal of time into the construction of the machine. A large part of this time will be wasted, for the reason that h ewill have lacked the experi ence. If the machine, when he has finished It, is filled with eggs he may lose the entire lot of eggs because of Imperfections in the machine. The money he has expended and the time and the value of the eggs will be found to more than equal the value of an incubator or brooder made in the factory by men who have spent years at that work. It is not always an economy not to spend money. The operations of an incubator have to be perfect because incubation is a deli cate process. The heat must run from 99 to 102 degrees through a great deal of the time and it is no easy matter to construct an incubator that will give this amount of heat with cer tainty. If it were so very easy to con struct incubators, it would not have required so many years of experimen tation for the manufacturers to get in cubators that would be satisfactory. There are many things on the farm that may be constructed safely on the farm and money can be saved thereby. But in most cases this does not in clude the incubator. The only farmer that can make a home-made incubator with the certainty of having a good machine is the farmer that h.a been intimately associated with the use of incubators.—Farmers’ Review. Trap Nests. The trap nest is a good thing in the experiment station and on the large poultry farm where it is desired to keep track of what eacu hen is doing. On the ordinary farm, however, the trap nest is of no value, for the reason that, after she has laid, some one must be at hand to release the fowl and record her number. If the farmer wishes to keep an individual record of his poultry he Will have to work up some other plan rather than that of the trap nest The boy who swaggers about and says he Isn't afraid of anything is usually the first to run from real danger. The dropping of fruit is a provision of nature for thinning the crop. What remains is Improved. Spraying Is necessary tor the con trol of fungous dtioases. Culture of Orchards. I consider good and thorough cul ture of the utmost importance in grow ing fruits successfully. The first thing to do is to get the ground in the best possible condition before setting oui the trees, and then frequently stir and loosen the ground during the growing season. This is not only nec essary during the growing season be fore the trees come into bearing, but especially during the fruiting, the ground must be frequently stirred and kept pulverized in order to have the best results when gathering the fruit. By keeping the ground in a loose, friable condition, we counteract, in a measure, the effect of drouths and enable the fruit to keep on growing and to some extent prevent it from dropping. I noticed this last season as I heard numerous complaints ot ap pies falling from orchards not culti vated, while those that were thor oughly cultivated held their fruit and continued to grow during the hot, dry season, also leaving the trees in a better condition for a crop the next season. Another condition we will also notice between orchards culti vated and those not cultivated the Iasi few years, and one I think we will fully appreciate, is this—the orchards that have been down to grass for a number of years and have been bear ing fairly good crops of fruit, without cultivation, will be found to be run ning down, while those which have been thoroughly cultivated are im proving every year. This is gratifying to us and looking at our orchard we know we have been well repaid for all the work we put on It. If the trees are not doing as well as we think they ought to, we can improve their condition by Judicious fertilizing. It does wonders on young trees. Last year I planted several acres in apple trees, which did not have as good a chance as the rest of the orchard, being set In an old strawberry patch, which could not be cultivated before the last of June after the crop was gathered. To help the trees some bone dust was distributed around them and hoed in and those trees have passed the others and have made a more satisfactory growth. By thorough cultivation I don’t mean two or three plowings during the season. The ground must be kept clean and in a loose, fine condition all the season. If it rains every week the crust must be broken after the rains. Sometimes in a very dry season the thing to do is to cultivate every other day in order to retain the moisture. If the ground becomes packed after a rain and it turns hot and dry the crops will likely be cut short, hut if the ground is thor oughlv pulverized they are enabled to withstand the drouth better. I would far rather have a smaller acreage well taken care of and well cultivated than a large acreage half taken care of, and in the end the returns would be larger. If experimenting is desired, take some peach trees and cultivate a part of them two or three times and culti vate the other part so as to keep the ground around and between the trees clean and loose, then in the fall of the year notice the difference In the growth of the trees and an object lesson will be learned that will not be forgotten. I can not raise apples suc cessfully by planting the trees and then putting the ground down to grass after a few years’ cultivation. A few trees treated in this manner on my place have never borne any apples fit for market, while those well cultivated all the time have produced paying crops. Thorough cultivation and judi cious fertilizing are the only roads to successful fruit-growing that I know of. If there are any short cuts they are unknown to me. If the trees are in a healthy, thrifty condition when they set their fruit and we can con tinue to keep them so until they ma ture their crop, we will rarely be dis appointed in their yield.—J. S. Under wood, Johnson Co., ill. Years of Work for Nothing. This being the time or year when agents canvass for the sale of fruit trees, I would like to say a few words in regard to the selecting and buying of the same. I think it best to buy of your home nursery, because then you get the trees freshly dug, and they are more likely to thrive and grow. When I say home nursery I mean in your own county or state. The man that sells to a man living near him is not so likely to misrepresent the variety wanted, and this is what every farmer and fruit grower should beware of. I have trees in my orchard that are six or seven years old and have never borne anything. I know by the looks of the trees that they are not what I purchased them for. I have had my expense of care and work for nothing. I advise not to buy many trees of new varieties. They may be good and may not be. Buy mostly old standard vari eties that will bear and do well in your part of the state. Select those that you know the name of, and when they begin to fruit you will not have to hunt around to find what the fruit Is. A man near me some four years ago put out an orchard on the install ment plan and he is not satisfied. His fruit turns out not to be what he bought, and of some of it he has never been able to discover the name. —A. T. Evans, Knox Co., 111. A nurseryman gives this advice: “Don’t plant out trees unless you in tend to care for them, for they never will amount to anything, and you will have all your work for nothing.” That’s good advice about anything we go at. Salt for Stock. Common salt is essential to nearly all domestic animals, and it should be given to them fre quently. If animals are allowed free access to salt they eat only what Na ture requires; but to animals not ac customed to salt it must be supplied very gradually or they will eat too much at first and are likely to be overtaken with indigestion or even death. Sheep are sometimes poisoned by eating too much salt when they are not accustomed to it.—Prof. Nel son B. Mayo. 33 GREAT SCOTT. The Biggest Man of Addison County, Vt., Tells an Interesting Story. E. C. Scott, meat dealer, Vergennes, Vt, Past Commander of Ethan Allen Post G. A. R., says: “A severe attack of typhoid left me with weak kidneys. Every night I had to get up frequently to pass the urine, which was ropy, dark and very painful to void. I had no appetite, but drank water continu ally without being able to quench my thirst. Terrible headaches and dizzy spells oppressed me and my back was lame, sore and stiff. A month's treatment with Doan’s Kidney Pills rid me of this trouble, and now I am strong and healthy and weigh 230 pounds. I give the credit to Doan's Kidney Pills.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. SUNFLOWER PHILOSOPHY. . If you insist upon being a Nemesis, Join the union and don't work over time. It is always a good idea to keep bananas in the bouse for the children. When unexpected company comes they can be sliced up for dessert. It cannot be said that a preacher is a glowing success unless there is talk1 at some time during his pastorate of the need of a larger church building. The trouble is that the women who live in a small town and "pick” on the big city near by are not the ones who have the money to spend on shop ping. The eldest sister who is married and gone is always much disgusted when the youngest sister takes the same step and no one is left to stay with the parents. If you want a guest's visit to be cut short before the welcome is thread bare, put him to sleep with a boy of four or five. A guest who will let him self be kicked longer than two nights has a love tor children that is hope less.—Atchison. Kan., Globe. A Vindication for Dr. Pierce. Decision by the Supreme Court of the State, AQainst the Ladies' Home Journal. A VCUiltl UOfi UtJtfil 1CUUCICU 1U favor of the plaintiff in the libel suit brought against the Ladles’ Home Journal (published by the Curtis Pub lishing Co.) by the World's Dis pensary Medical Association, of which Dr. R. V. Pierce is president. The suit was brought by Doctor Pierce against the Curtis Publishing Co., for making false statements about one of his standard family medicines known as Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Pre scription. In the May number of the Ladies’ Home Journal (1904), Mr. Ed ward Bok. the editor, stated that Dr. Pierce’s Favorite prescription con tained alcohol and some other harm ful ingredients, and I>r. Pierce had in the action alleged that the defend ant maliciously published this article containing such false and defamatory matter. Dr. Pierce further claimed that no alcohol is or ever was con tained in his “Favorite Prescription,” that said medicine was a vegetable preparation and contained no dele terious ingredients whatever; that Mr. Bok’s statement, pretending to give some of the ingredients of said medi cine, was wholly and absolutely false. During the trial, the Vice president of the World’s Dispensary Medical Association stated, that the Ingredients of Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription were extracted from the following native roots; Golden Seal, Blue Cohosh, Lady’s Slipper, Black Cohosh and Unicorn, by means of pure glycerine. He was asked how he knew, as a physician and ex perienced medical man, that the “Fa vorite Prescription” was a cure for the diseases peculiar to women, such as amenorrhea, dysmenorrhea, ante version retro-version, and he stated that he knew such was the fact be cause of his professional experience and the many thousands of women whose ills had been cured by this "Prescription.” The Vice-President, being asked to give his authorities, read from the standard works, such as the United States Dispensatory, The American Dispensatory and many other standard medical books. The retraction printed by the Cur tis Publishing Company two months after the libelous statement appeared and nearly two months after the suit had been begun stated definitely that analyses bad been made at their re quest and that the "Favorite Prescrip tion” did not contain either alcohol, opium or digitalis. FENCE RAIL PHILOSOPHY. Fortune never knocks at the door of Indifference. 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