Loup City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher.
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA.
This Noisy Worla.
“They that govern the most," saxth
John SeltSen, following Marcus Aurel
ius, "make the least noise." Perhaps
we may say to our legislators, they
that govern best permit the least of
unnecessary noise. There has been
some official response to the demands
of wakeful citizens and their physi
cians that night in the cities should he
less racked by the din of whistles and
bells. A few cities have suppressed
chimes and engine whistles during
the night-watches. In Massachusetts
the railroad commissioners have for
bidden whistling at certain railroad
crossings over a large part of the
state. The efforts of Mrs. Isaac Rice
to mttffie the voices of the tugboats
have borne some fruit of silence. She
is at the head of a "Society for the
Suppression of Unnecessary Noise."
Largely in response to the demands of
this society, congress has recently em
powered the hoard of supervising in
spectors of the steamboat inspection
service to establish regulations gov
erning the use of whistles as signals
by steam vessels and prohibiting use
less and unnecessary whistling. The
board lias already forbidden unneces
sary whistling in certain harbors, and
is considering the possibility of sub
stituting melodious whistles for such
as torture the ear. Various bills to
suppress noise have been presented
in state legislatures and city councils,
but legislating has not gone far. says
Youth’s Companion. It will take time
lor the idea to spread. Anyone who
can understand why tan-bark is laid
on the street near a house where a
person lies ill. may in time learn that
even when we are apparently in good
health we may surer grievously from
noise.
The Woods ;n Old Violins.
The old masters used such care In
the selection of the woods for their in
struments that, having found a piece
of wood of proper fiber and vibration
al powers, they treasured every frag
ment, no matter how small; and
lather than waste even a particle ol
such a strip, they frequently con
structed the backs and bellies ol
patches so delicately put together that
"the seams are only discoverable by
microscope, so perfect is the cabinet
work." Jt was ever the aim of the
old masters to “marry" the back ot
hard sycamore, which produces the
quick vibrations, and the belly of soft
wood, producing the slower sound
waves, in such a manuer as to give
the mellow but reedy timl>re of the
perfect instrument. Anatomically, a
violin made by an old master is a
miracle of construction, remarks Eliz
abeth Mitchell Stephenson, in Circle
Magazine; it can be taken to pieces,
patched, put together, repaired indefi
nitely, and is almost indestructible.
Repairing has been the means of ex
posing many clever forgeries. The in
<side of a violin made by Stradivari.
Guarnerius, or other old master is as
psrfectly finished as the outside, and
the clumsy interior work of a forgery
betrays an imitation at once.
Ladies who wear aigrette plumes or
other feathered adornments would do
well to ascertain whether such prac
tices are contrary to law. Some states
forbid the killing of birds or the use
of plumage in the manner suggested.
One of these states is Louisiana, and
a stern judge down that way has just
imposed on a Xew Orleans merchant
a sentence of $50 fine or 60 days’ im
prisonment for selling plumes. Of
course, the southern judge was too
gallant to make a first example of
ladies who bought the feathers, but
he warns them that the practice is
illegal. And doubtless the tender
hearted portion of humanity will now
ne prompt to suppress a custom which
has been judicially pronounced in*
humane.
Gifts to education continue on an
impressive scale. The trustees of
Teachers' college, a training school
connected with Columbia university,
announce the completion of a fund of
$1,000,000 as an endowment fund, to
gether with a donation of $400,000 for
the erection of a building and equip
ment. In fact, the endowment has
reached $1,073,000 through the gift of
various amounts aggregating $500,000.
The work of the universities, colleges
and technical schools is on a constant
ly expanding scale, but American gen
.erosity stands ready to meet all finan
cial demands.
Richard Bartholdt, congressman '
from Missouri, is one of the few men
who already have bronze tablets erect
ed to their memory. The house in
which he was born in Germany is
marked with a tablet showing the in
teresting events in the life of the doc
tor, together with a statement to the
'effect that he went to America and
there became famous, becoming a
(memher of the national law-making
body, and a prominent figure in the
world-wide movement looking toward
.disarmament and universal peace.
Giosue Carducci, the greatest con
temporary Italian poet, who received
the Nobel prize for literature at the
same time that the president received
it for his efforts on behalf of peace,
" died last month at the age of 71 years.
Although the fame of this man was
wide enough to reach the academies
of Sweden, which awarded the prize
to him,' few )>ersons in America had
ever heard of him, so little do we
know of literary greatness when it is
achieved by a writer in some foreign
tongues.
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.“MY RIGHT EYE OFFENDS ME.".
Next day Langdon's stocks wavered,
going up a little, going down a little,
closing at practically the same figures
at which they had opened. Then I
sprang my sensation—that Langdon
and his particular clique, though they
controlled the Textile Trust, did not
own so much as one-fiftieth of its vot
ing stock. True "captains of indus
try” that they were, they made their
profits not out of dividends, but out of
side schemes that absorbed about
two-thirds of the earnings of the
Trust, and out of gambling in its
bonds and stocks. I said in conclu
sion:
“The largest owner of the stock is
Walter G. Edmunds, of Chicago—an
honest man. Send your voting proxies
to him, and he can take the Textile
company away from those now plun
dering it."
As the annual election of the Trust
was only six weeks away, Langdon
and his clique were in a panic. They
rushed into the market and bought
frantically, the public bidding against
them. Langdon himself went to Chi
cago to reason with Edmunds—that
is, to try to find out at what figure
he could be bought. And so on, day
after day. 1 faithfully reporting to
the public the main occurrences be
hind the scenes. The Langdon at
tempt to regain control by purchases
of stock failed. He and his allies
made wliat must have been to them
.Never, tnougnt i, nas sne snown
so poor an opinion of me as now.”
“My uncle told me day before yes
terday that it was not he but you,”
she said, lifting her eyes to mine. It
is inconceivable to me now that I
could have misread their honest stqry:
yet I did.
"I had no idea your uncle's notion
of honor was also eccentric,” said I,
with a satirical smile that made the
blood rush to her face.
“That is unjust to him,” she re
plied, earnestly.
"He says he made you no promise of
secrecy. And he confessed to me only
because he wished to convince me
that he had good reason for his high
opinion of you.”
"Really!” said I, ironically. “And
no doubt he found you open wide to
conviction—now.” This a subtlety to
let her know that I undertsood why
she was seeking me.
"No,” she answered, lowering her
eyes. “I knew—better than he.”
For an instant this, spoken in a
voice I had long given up hope of ever
hearing from her, staggered my cyn
ical conviction. Hut—“Possibly she
thinks she is sincere," reasoned my
head with my heart; “even the sincer
est women, brought up as was she. al
ways have the calculator underneath;
they deny it, they don’t know it often,
but there it is; with them, calculation
Is as involuntary and automatic as
their pulse.” So, I said to her, mock
ingly: “Doubtless your opinion of me
appalling sacrifices; but even at the
high prices they offered, comparative
ly little of the stock appeared.
"I've caught them,” said 1 to Joe—
the first time, and the last, during
that campaign that I indulged in a
boast.
"If Edmunds sticks to you,” re
plied cautious Joe.
But Edmunds did not. I do not
know at what price he sold him
self. Probably it was pitifully small;
cupidity usually snatches the instant
bait tickles its nose. But I do know
that my faith in human nature got its
severest shock.
Fortunately, Edmunds had held out.
or, rather, Langdon had delayed ap
proaching him. long enough for me to
gain my main point. The uproar over
the Textile Trust had become so great
that the national department of com
merce dared not refuse an investiga
tion; and I straightway began to
spread out in my daily letters the
facts of the trust’s enormous earnings
aud of the shameful sources c( those
earnings.
In the midst of the adulation, of
the blares upon the trumpets of fame
that saluted my waking and were
wafted to me as I fell asleep at night
—in the midst of all the turmoil, I was
often in a great and brooding silence,
longing for her, now with the im
perious energy of passion, and now
with the sad ache of love. What was
she doing? What was she thinking?
Now that Langdon had again played
her false for the old price, with what
eyes was she looking into the future?
Alva, settled in a West Side apart
ment not far from the ancestral white
elephant, telephoned, asking me to
come. I went, because she could and
would give me news of Anita. But as
I entered her little drawing-room, 1
said; "It was curiosity that brought
me. I wished to see how you were in
stalled.”
"Isn't it nice and small?’ cried she.
“Billy and I haven’t the slightest diffi
culty in finding each other—as people
so often have in the big houses.” And
it was Billy this and Billy that, and
what Billy said and thought and felt—
and before they were married, she had
called him William, and had declared
“Billy” to be the most offensive com
bination of letters that ever fell from
human lips.
"I needn’t ask if you are happy,”
said I presently, with a dismal failure
at; looking cheerful. “I can't stay but
a moment,” I added, and if I had
obeyed my feelings, I’d have risen up
and taken myself and my pain away
from surroundings as hateful to me
as a summer sunrise in a death-cham
ber.
"Oh!” she exclaimed, in some con
fusion. “Then excuse me.” And she
hastened from the room.
I thought she had gone to order, or
perhaps to bring, the tea. The long
minutes dragged away until ten had
passed. Hearing a rustling in the hall,
I rose, intending to take leave the In
slant she appeared. The' rustling
stopped just outside. I waited a few
seconds, cried: "Well, I'm off. Next
time I want to be alone, I’ll know
where to come,” and advanced to the
door. It was not Alva hesitating
there: it was Anita.
"I beg your pardon,” said I, coldly.
If there had been room to pass 1
should have gone. What devil pos
sessed me? Certainly in all our rela
tions I had found her direct and frank,
if anything, too frank. Doubtless it
was the influence of my associations
down town, where for so many months
I had been dealing with the "short
card” crowd of high finance, who
would hardly play the game straight
even when that was the easy way to
win. My long, steady stretch in that
stealthy and sinuous company had put
me in the state of mind in which it is
impossible to credit any human being
with a motive that is decent or an ac
tion that is not a dead-fall. Thus the
obvious transformation in her made
no impression on me. Her haughti
ness, her coldness, were gone, and
with them had gone all that bad been
least like her natural self, mo$t like
the repellent conventional pattern to
which her mother and her associates
had molded her. But I was saying to
myself: "A trap! Langdon has gone
back to his wife. She turns to me.”
And I loved her and hated her.
sort of thing. You can’t learn how to
stand erect, and your eyes cannot bear
the light.”
“I am sorry," she said, slowly, hesi
tatingly, “that your faith in me died
just, when I might, perhaps, have justi
fied it. Ours has been a pitiful series
of misunderstandings.”
“A trap! A trap!” I was warning
myself. "You’ve been a fool long
enough, Blacklock.” And aloud I said:
“Well, Anita, the series is ended now.
There’s ho longer any occasion for our
lying or posing to each other. Any ar
rangements your uncle’s lawyers sug
gest will be made.”
• I was bowing, to leave without
shaking hands with her. But she
would not have it so. “Please!'' she
said, sketching out her long; slender
arm and offering me her hand.
What a devil possessed me that day!
With every atom of me longing for her,
I yet was able to take her hand and
say, with a smile, that was, I doubt
not, as mocking as my tone: "By all
means let us be friends. And I trust
you will not think me discourteous if I
say that 1 shall feel safer in our
friendship when we are both on
neutral ground."
As I was turning away, her look, my
own heart, made me turn again. 1
caught her by the shoulders. 1 gazed
into her eyes. “If I could only trust
you, could only believe you!” I cried.
“You cared for me when l wasn't
worth it,” she said. “Now that 1 am
more like what you once imagined me,
you do not care.”
Up between us rose Bangdon's face
—cynical. mocking, contemptuous.
"Your heart is his! You told me so!
Don’t lie to me!” I exclaimed. And
before she could reply, I was gone.
Out from under the spell of her
presence, back among the hucksters
and assassins, the traps and ambushes
of Wall street, I believed again; be
lieved firmly the promptings of the
devil that possessed me. “She would
have given you a brief fool's paradise,"
said that devil. “Then what a hideous
awakening!” And I cursed the day
when New York’s insidious snobbish
ness had tempted my vanity into start
ing me on that degrading chase after
"respectability.”
"If she does not. move to free her
self soon,” said I to myself, “I will
“ YOU DO NOT BELIEVE MET SHE
ASKED.”
has been improving steadily ever since
you heard that Mrs. Langdon had re
covered her husband."
She winced, as if 1 had struck her.
"Oh!” she murmured. If she had been
the ordinary woman, who in every
crisis with man instinctively resorts
to weakness' strongest weakness,
tears, I might have a different story to
tell. But. she fought back the tears
in which her eyes were swimming and
gathered herself together. “That is
brutal,” she said, with not a touch of
haughtiness, but not humbly, either.
"But I deserve it.”
"There was a thne," I went on.
swept in a swift current of cold rage,
"there was a time when I would have
taken you on almost any terms. A
man never makes a complete fool of
himself about a woman but once in
his life, they say. I have done my
stretch—and it is over.”
She sighed wearily. “Langdon came
to see me soon after I left your house,
and went to my uncle,” she said. “I
will tell you what happened.”
"I do not wish to hear,” replied I,
adding pointedly, “I have been waiting
ever since you left for news of your
plans.”
She grew white, and my heart smote
me. She came into the room and
seated herself. “Won’t you stop,
please, for a moment longer?” she
said. “1 hope that, at, least, we can
part without bitterness. I understand
now that everything is over between
us. A woman’s vanity makes her be
lief that a man cares for her die hard.
I am convinced now—I assure you, I
am. I shall trouble you no more
about the past. But I have the right
to ask you to hear me when I say that
langdon came, and that I myself sent
him away; sent him back to his wife.”
"Touching self-sacrifice,”, said I,
ironically.
"No,” she replied. “I cannot claim
| any credit. I sent him away only be
■ cause you and Alva had taught me how
to judge him better. I do not despise
him as do you; I know too well what
has made him what he is. But I had
to send him away.”
My comment was an incredulous
look and shrug. “I must be going,” I
i said.
f “You do not believe me?” she asked.
“In my place, would you believe?”
replied I. “You say I have taught you.
Well, you have taught me, too—for in
stance, that the years you’ve spent on
your knees in the musty temple of
conventionality before false gods have
made you—fit only for the Langdon
put my own lawyer to work. My right
eye offends me. I will pluck it out.”
CHAPTER XXXlli.
“WILD WEEK.”
"The Seven” made their fatal move
on Updegraff's advice. I suspect. But i
they would not have adopted his sug
gestion had it not been so exactly
congenial to their own temper of ar
rogance and tyranny and contempt for
the people who meekly, year after
:%ir, presented themselves for the the
shearing with fatuous bleats of en
thusiasm.
“The Seven." of course, controlled
directly, or indirectly, all but a few of
the newspapers with which I had ad
vertising contracts. They also con
trolled the main sources through
which the press was supplied with
news—and often and well they had
used this control, and surprisingly
cautious had they been not so to ■
abuse It that the editors and the pub-,
lie would become suspicious. When
my war was at its height, when I was |
beginning to congratulate myself that,
the huge magazines of “The Seven" !
were empty almost to the point at;
The Ears of Criminals.
Said to Differ Widely from Those of
Normal Persons.
Before the annual congress of German j
anthropologists at Gorlitz, Prof. Blau, a
well known authority on diseases of ;
the ear, read an Interesting paper on :
i the formation of the ears of criminals
I and lunatics. Prof. Blau has taken
accurate measurements of 1,061 ears. ;
Of these 255 are the ears of lunatics |
and 343 those of male criminals. The ,
examination, moreover, was confined
to men of one race and one country.
The professor comes to the conclu- j
slon that in the vast majority of cases
the various parts of the auricle, or
external ear, are larger in the case of j
criminals and lunatics than in the
case of normal persons. This is espe
cially noticeable in the helix, or in
curved outer border of the ear, and
also in the lobe. According to Prof.
Blau, the larger the helix is the lower
the state of mental development. The
hearing faculty, on the other hand, is
keener, and Prof. Blau illuatrates his
theory by reference to the auricle of
apes, who are all in possession of this
extended outer border. Prof. Blau
added the curious remark that an ab
normal development of tha outer bor
der was more noticeable among crim
inals charged with sexual crime than
among other classes of criminals.
First Use of Ice Cream.
Though the ancient Greeks and Ro
mans used ice for table purposes to
get through the hot months of sum
mer, they knew nothing of “ices.”
These were introduced into Franco
from Italy about 1660 and were known
at first as “fromages glaces,” iced
cbeeses, although they were made of
strawberries and apricots, and con
tained not a drop of cream. From
1762 the use of “glaces’ ’in the plural
was sanctioned by the French acad
emy, but’ not before 1825 did “une
glace” force its way into recognized
acceptance. "Ices” are referred to
from time to time in the eighteenth
century in English people's letters
from abroad. “Iced creams,” how
ever were known as early as 1689, and
by the middle of the eighteenth cen
tury “ice cream” figured in cookery
books.
which they must sue for peace on my
own terms, all in four days 43 of my
67 newspapers—and they the most im
portant—notified me that they would
no longer carry out their contracts to
publish my daily letter. They gave as
their reason, not the real one, fear of
“The Seven,” but fear that 1 would
involve them in ruinous libel suits. I
who had legal proof for every state
ment I made; 1 who was always care
ful to understate! Next, one press
association after another ceased to
send out my letter as news, though
they had been doing so regularly for
months. The public had grown tired
of the "sensation,” they said.
I countered with a telegram to one
or more newspapers in every city and
large town in the United States:
“ 'The Seven’ are trying to cut the
wires between the truth and the pub
lic. If you wish my daily letter, tele
graph me direct and 1 will send it at
my expense.”
The response should have warned
‘,‘The Seven.” But it did not. Undei
their orders the telegraph companies
refused to transmit the letter. 1 got
an injunction. It was obeyed in typi
cal, corrupt corporation fashion—they
sent my matter, but so garbled that it
was unintelligible. I appealed to the
courts. In vain.
To me, it. was clear as sun in cloud
less noonday sky that there could be
but one result of this insolent and
despotic denial of my rights and the
rights of the people, this public con
fession of the truth of my charges.
I turned everything salable or mort
gageable into cash, locked the cash up
in my private vaults, and waitdd for
the cataclysm.
Thursday—Friday—Saturday. Ap
parently all was tranquil: apparently
the people accepted the Wall street
theory that l was au "exploded sensa
tion.” "The Seven" began to preen
themselves; the strain upon them to
maintain prices, it no less than for
three months past, was not notably
greater; the crisis would pass, 1 and
my exposures would be forgotten, the
routine of reaping the harvests and
leaving only the gleanings for the
sowers would soon be placidly re
sumed.
-Sunday. Roebuck, taken ill as he
was passing the basket in the church
of which he was the shining light, died
at midnight —a beautiful, peaceful
death, they say, with his daughter
reading the Bible aloud, and his lips
moving in prayer. Some hold that,
had he lived, the tranquillity would
have continued; but this is the view of
those who cannot realize that the tide
of affairs is no more controlled by the
"great men" than is the river led down
to the sea by its surface flotsam, by
which we measure the speed and di
rection of its .current. Under that ter
rific tension, which to the shallow
seemed a calm, something had to
give way. If the dam had not yielded
where Roebuck stood guard, it must
have yielded somewhere else, or might
have gone all in one grand crash.
iviomiav. i tin huuw nit* mui) ui tn“
artist and his Statue of Grief—how he
molded the features a hundred times,
always failing, always getting an anti
climax, until at last in despair he gave
up the impossible and finished the
statue with a veil over the face. I
have tried again and again to assem
ble words that would give some not
too inadequate impression of that tre
mendous week in which, with a succes
sion of explosions, each like the crack
of doom, the financial structure that
housed SO,000.000 of people burst, col
lapsed. was engulfed. I cannot. I
must leave it to your memory or your
imagination.
For years the financial leaders,
crazed by the excess of liower which
the people had in ignorance and over
confidence and slovenly good-nature
permitted them to acquire, had been
tearing out the honest foundations on
which alone so vast a structure can
hope to rest solid and secure. They
had been substituting rotten beams
painted to look like stone and iron.
The crash had to come! the sooner,
the better—when a thing is wrong,
each day’s delay compounds the cost
of righting it. So, with all the horrors
of ‘ Wild Week” in mind, all its phys
ical and mental suffering, all its ruin
and rioting and bloodshel, I still can
insist that I am justly proud of my
share in bringing it about. The blame
and the shame are wholly upon those
who made “Wild Week" necessary and
inevitable.
In catastrophes, the cry is “Each for
himself!” Hut in a cataclysm, the
obvious wise selfishness is generosity,
and the cry is: ‘‘Stand together, for,
singly, we perish.” This was a cata
clvsm. No one could save himself,
except the few who. taking my often
urged advice and following my exam
ple, had entered the ark of ready
money. Farmer and artisan and pro
fessional man and laborer owed mer
chant; merchant owed banker; banker
owed depositor. No one could pay be
cause no one could get what was due
hfm or could realize upon his property.
The endless chain of credit that binds
together the whole of modern society
had snapped in a thousand places. It
must be repaired, instantly and se
curely. But how—and by whom?
(To be Continued.)
CARE OF THE SICK ROOM.
Above Ail Things the Walls Should
Be Kept Dry.
When the bedroom becomes a sick
loom there is an added reason why ex
treme precautions should be used to
keep the room in a thoroughly sanitary
condition.
Above all things, the bedroom should
never be darup. It should be nice and
dry, always warm and comfortable in
winter, cool and airy in summer, and
bright and sunny some parts of the
day.
If there is any suspicion of damp
[ ness in a bedroom it is probably due,
I if there is wallpaper on the wall, to
| the absorption of water by the paper
which frequently acts as a blotting pa
per and holds quantities of water in it.
The use of wallpaper on walls is to
be deplored; it means disease, ill
health and' unhappiness. It is fre
quently the cause of lung trouble, not
only because of its dampness but also
because of its power to retain infec
tion of many kinds.
The desired method of treating a
tedroom wall is to tint it for the ala
bastined wall is a perfect wall. It
never flakes off, chips or peels. It ab
sorbs moisture and expels it, it opens
the pores of the plaster and makes a
room livable and breathable.
The floor in the bedroom should
have light, eleanable, dainty rugs that
can be easily shaken and a floor that
is thoroughly oiled or varnished, that
will not absorb moisture. The cracks
in the floor should be thoroughly filled
and covered. Woodwork in the bed
room should he attended to carefully,
window sills should be thoroughly var
nished or waxed, and the window cas
ings kept in perfect order. The doors
should be wiped off frequently as also
should be all the standing woodwork
in the bedroom, as the presence of
dust on woodwork is a menace to
health as well as an evidence of poor
housekeeping.
WOMEN IN NEW FIELDS.
British Smart Society Takes to "Hop
ping”—Woman Veterinary.
Work in the bop fields is the latest
"rest cure” fad for London’s smart
set. and the luxurious society "hop
pers" claim that a week's hopping is
far better and more pleasant than a
rest at any well-known health resort.
The tents of these well-to-do pickers
are expensively furnished, and easy
chairs, soft beds and up-to-date camp
ing outfits are among their hopping
appliances.
In Berlin there is a woman veter
inary surgeon who is an official in
spector of animals. She rides through
the streets on the lookout for animals
suffering from any disablement, and
before reporting a horse as unfit for
work, she examines its injuries and
whenever possible, applies remedies to
alleviate its pain. She carries a leath
er case filled with bandages and other
surgical appliances.
Refuges on Mont Blanc.
Losing one’s self on Mont Blanc
will soon be counted among the van
ished industries. In recent years a
number of fine refuges have been :
built in various parts of the mountain I
by the Alpine clubs of England, I
France and other countries and by ,
private individuals. These have made i
it almost impossible for a man hav- [
ing a bump of locality of average size ;
to be lost, in spite ot heavy mists and
blinding snowstorms caused by sud
den changes of temperature.
Important to Mothers.
Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA.
a safe and pure remedy for infant' and children,
and see that it
Bear* the
Signature of
In Use For Over SO Years.
The Kind Yon Have Always Boa-at
New York Births and Deaths.
There is a birth in New York city
each five minutes in the day and a
death each seven minutes.
TRY DR. WILLIAMS’ PINK PILLS
FOR STOMACH TROUBLE.
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Convincing Evidence Supported by a
Guarantee That Must Convince
The Most Skeptical.
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are a doctor’s
prescription, used by an eminent prac
titioner, and for nearly a generation
known as a reliable household remedy
throughout the United States. Need
less to say, no advertised medicine could
retain popular favor for so long a period
without having great merit and it is the
invaluable curative properties of the pills
that liave made them a standard remedy
in every civilized country in the world.
Added to this is the absolute guarantee
that the pills contain no harmful drug,
opiate, narcotic or stimulant. A recent
evidence of their efficacy is found in the
statement of Mrs. N. B. Whitley, of
Boxley, Ark., who says:
“I liad suffered for a good many years
from stomach trouble. For a long time
I was subject to bad spells of faintness
and lack of breath accompanied by an
indescribable feeling that seemed to
start in my stomach. Whenever I was
a little run-down or over-tired, these
spells would come on. They occurred
frequently but did not last very long.
“I was confined to my bed for feu
weeks one time and the doctor pro
nounced my trouble chronic inflamma
tion of the stomach and bowels. Since
that time I have been subject to the
fainting spells and at other times to flut
tering of the heart and a feeling as
though I was smothering. My general
health was very bad and I was weak and
trembling.
“I liad seen Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills
mentioned in the newspapers and de
cided to try them. When I began taking
the piUs I was so run-down in strength
that I could hardly do any housework.
Now I could walk ten miles if necessary.
Both my husband and myself think Dr.
Williams’ Pink Pills the best medicine
made and we always recommend the
pills to our friends.”
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills actually make
new blood and give strength and tone to
every part of the body. They have
cured serious disorders or the blood and
nerves, such as rheumatism, sciatica,
anaemia, nervousness, headaches, partial
paralysis, locomotor ataxia, St. Vitus’
dance and many forms of weakness in
either sex. They are sold by all drug
gists or will be sent, postpaid, on receipt
of price, 50 cents per box, six boxes for
52.50, by the Dr. Williams Medicine
Company, Schenectady, N. T.
WOMAN HAS FINE RECORD.
Keeper of Lighthouse, She Has Saved
Eighteen Lives.
Ida Lewis recently celebrated her
fiftieth year as keeper of the Lime
island lighthouse in the harbor of
Newport, R. 1. As a girl and woman
Ida Lewis has lived a remarkable life
Her bravery and skill in handling a
boat are well known and her fame is
secure as the great woman life saver
in the world, for she has the credit of
having saved no less than 18 lives,
most of her rescues having been effect
ed in the face of extreme danger and
! in winter. As keeper of the Lim«
island lighthouse, to which post she
was appointed in recognition of het
bravery and record as a life saver on
the death of her father, Miss I-ewis
has shown herself as careful and pffi
cient as a man could be. She is one
of the few women in such a position.
SLEEP BROKEN BY ITCHING.
Eczema Covered Whole Body for a
Year—No Relief Until Cuticura
Remedies Prove a Success.
“For a year I have had what they
call eczema. I had an itching all over
my body, and when I would retire f< i
the night it would keep me awake hail
the night, and the more I would
scratch, the more it. would itch. I
tried all kinds of remedies, but could
get no relief.
“I used one cake of Cuticura Soap,
one box of Cuticura. and two vialr ol
Cuticura Resolvent Pills, which cost
me a dollar and twenty-five cent.-; in
all, and am very glad I tried them, for
l was completely cured. Walter W.
Paglusch. 207 N. Robey St., Chicago,
111., Oct. 8 and 16, 190C.”
Fanny Crosby Now 87.
Fanny Crosby, the blind hymn
writer, celebrated her eighty-seventh
birthday in Bridgeport, Conn Mi s
Crosby received many presents and
congratulatory messages from all
parts of the country. She says that
the way to keep young is to be cheer
ful. keep working and love mankind.
She declares that she does not feel
much above 40 and that she has not
missed her dinner in a year.
Painting for
Profit
No one will question the superior
appearance of well-painted propertv.
The question that the property-owner
asks is: “Is the appearance worth
the cost? ”
Poor paint is for temporary appear
ance only.
Paint made from Pure Linseed Oil
and Pure White Lead is for lasting
appearance and for protection. It
saves repairs and replacement' cost
ing many times the paint investment.
The Dutch Boy trade mark is found
only on kegs containing Pure White
Lead made by
the Old Dutch
Process.
Rives valuatiio infor
mation on the paint
■ubject. Sent free All lead parknl tn
NATIONAL LEAD COMPANY
"A Talk on Paint,”
SEND FOR
BOOK
npon request.
1907 bears this •nark.
in irhit'hevrr of the follow
iny cities is nearest you.
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destroy*
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friction- coB1es fr°,
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SIGK HEADACHE
Positively eased by
these Little Pills.
They also relies* XiU
hm _ tress from Dyspepsia. ln
■PI1TLE digestion and Too Hearty
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■ PlLLSa Drowsiness. Bad Taste
J9__"M| in tha liontli. Ooateu
/ Tongue, Pain in the side
I TORPID Unit. They
regulate the Bowels. Purely Vegetable.
SHALL PILL SMALL DOSE. SHALL PRICE.
CARTERS
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