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DOCTORS FAILED. RESTORED BY PERUNA. Catarrh of the Lungs Threatened Her Life, Miss Ninette Porter, Braintree, Ver mont, -writes: “I have been cured by Peruna. “I had several hemorrhages of the lungs. The doctors did not help me much and would never have cured me. “1 saw a testimonial in a Peruna almanac of a case similar to mine, and I commenced using it. “I was not able to wait on myself when I began using it. I gained very slowly at first, but I could see that it was helping me. “After I had taken it a while I com menced to raise up a 6tringy, sticky substance from my lungs. This grew less and less in quantity as I continued the treatment. “I grew more fleshy than I had been for a long time, and now I call myseli well.” NERVE. Fuzzy Frank—Lady, kin I have a drink o’ water? Lady—Certainly; there’s the tum bler and there’s the pump. Fuzzy Frank (insinuatingly)—An’ now if you will please work de handle lor a few minutes? A BURNING ERUPTION FROM HEAD TO FEET “Four years ago I suffered severely with a terrible eczema, being a mass of sores from head to feet and for six weeks confined to my bed. During that time I suffered continual tor ture from itching and burning. After being given up by my doctor I was ad vised to try Cuticura Remedies. After the first bath with Cuticura Soap and application of Cuticura Ointment I en joyed the first good sleep during my entire illness. I also used Cuticura Resolvent and the treatment was con tinued for about three weeks. At the end of that time I was able to be about the house, entirely cured, and have felt no ill effects since. I would advise any person suffering from any form of srin trouble to try the Cuti cura Remedies as I know what they did for me. Mrs. Edward Nenning, 1112 Salina St., Watertown, N. Y., Apr. 11, 1909.” Father’s Method. During a recent slight illness the five-year-old Teddy, usually so amiable, flatly and obstinately refused to take his medicine. After a somewhat pro longed and ineffectual argument with him, his mother at last set the glass of medicine down, leaned her head on her hands and “played” that she was crying. ... , A moment passed, and the tender hearted Teddy, unable longer to bear the sight of his mother’s stricken atti tude, inquired, “What's the matter, mother, dear?” Without removing her hands from her eyes, she replied: “I’m grieved that my son won't take his castor oil for me.” Whereupon Teddy sat up in bed and offered consolingly: “Oh, I wouldn’t feel badly if I were you, mother, dear. Father will be home soon and he’ll make me take it.”—The Delineator. The Selfish Hunter. James R. Keene, apropos of the jumping contests at the New York horse show, talked about fox hunting. “Hunting,” he said, “develops a race of very savage, selfish men. There was, for instance, Jones. “Jones, on a bitter cold day, was riding hard at a brook, when he per ceived the head of his dearest friend sticking dismally out of the icy water. Did Jones go to his friend’s assist ance? Not a bit of it. "‘Duck, you fool!’ he shouted, and jumped over him.”—St. Louis Globe Democrat. Just the Place. "Save me, save me!” shouted a man dashing int® the first open doorway. “They’re coming to kill me!” "H-m-m-m!” calmly remarked the proprietor. “You've picked out a good place fer ’em to do it. This is an un dertakin' establishment.” Real Art. ’ “Smith’s a born liar.” “Jones has him skinned. He learned his lying at college, and scorns the crude, natural methods.”—Exchange. A WOMAN DOCTOR Was Quick to See that Coffee was Doing the Mischief. A lady tells of a bad case of coffee . poisoning and tells it in a way so sim ple and straightforward that literary skill could not improve it. “I had neuralgic headaches for 12 years,” she says, “and suffered untold agony. When I first began to have them I weighed 140 pounds, but they brought me down to 110. I went to many doctors and they gave me only temporary relief. So I suffered on. till one day a woman doctor told me to use Postum. She said 1 looked like I was coffee poisoned. “So 1 began to d»Jnk P * t r, and 1 gained 15 pound:-, in the first few weeks and continued to gain, but not ■ so fast as at first. My headaches be gan to leave me after I had used Postum about two weeks — long enough to get the coffee poison out of my system. “Since I began to use Postum I can gladly say that I never know what a neuralgic headache is like any more, and it was nothing but Postum that made me well. Before I used Postum 1 never went out alone; I would get bewildered and would not know which way to turn. Now I go alone and my head is as clear as a bell. My brain and nerves are stronger than they have been for years.” Rend the little book, “The Road to V-'e!!ville,Vin pltgs. “There’s a Reason.” Kvrr rend (hf above letter? A new o:,e appear* from time to time. Thor are ueuclne, true, and full of liuman lute real. Mermditut:SLs Nicholson " ILLUSTRATIONS BY RAY WALTERS CORYRKHT 1907 BY 30&3J -NtRPlLL CA — - — SYNOPSIS. Miss Patricia Holbrook and Miss Helen Holbrook, her niece, were entrusted to the care of Laurance Donovan, a writer, summering near Port Annandale, Miss Patricia confided to Donovan that sne feared her brother Henry, who, ruined by a bank failure, had constantly threatened her for monev from his father’s will, of which Miss Patricia was guardian They came to Port Annandale to escape Henry. | Dunovan sympathized with the two women. Hu learned of Miss Helen s an noying suitor. Donovan discovered and captured an Intruder, who proved to be Reginald Gillespie, suitor for the hand of Miss Helen Holbrook. Gillespie disap peared the following morning. A rough sailor appeared and was ordered away. Donovan saw Miss Holbrook and her fa ther meet on friendly terms. Donovan fought an Italian assassin. He met the man he supposed was Holbrook, but who said hA was Hartridge, a canoe-maker. After a short discussion Donovan left surlily. Gillespie was discovered by Don i ovun presenting a country church with ! ffl.000. Gillespie admitted he knew' of Hol brook’s presence. Miss Pat acknowledged to Donovan that Miss Helen had been missing for a few hours. While riding in a launch, the Italian sailor attempted i to molest the trio, but failed. Miss Pat announced her intention of fighting Henry Holbrook and not seeking another hiding place. Donovan met Helen in garden at night. Duplicity of Helen was confessed by the young lady. She admitted conniving 1 with tier father despite her aunt s ! precautions, in a night meeting with Don | ovan. The three went for a long ride the i following day. That night, disguised as a j nun. Helen stole from the house. She met I Reginald Gillespie, who told her his love. ! Gillespie was confronted by Donovan. ! Helen's lover escaped. At the town post i office Helen, unseen exc£*pt by Donovan, | slipped a draft into the hand of the Ital ian :-ailor. She also signaled her father. Miss Pat and Donovan "took in the | canoe carnival. CHAPTER XI—Continued. Helen had not. appeared, and I now made bold to ask for her. “Let me send the maid to tell her you are here,” said Miss Pat, and we walked to the door and rang. The maid quickly reported that Miss | Holbrook begged to be excused. “She is a little afraid of the damp ! night air of the garden,” said Miss Pat, with so kind an intention that I* smiled to myself. 1 felt from her man | ner that she wished to detain me. No one might know how her heart ached, but it was less the appeal of her gentle ness that won me now', I think, than the remembrance that flashed upon of her passionate outburst after meeting with the Italian; and that ied very long ago. She had been ,nificent that day, like a queen driven to desperation, and throwing i down the gauntlet as though she had countless battalions at her back. In decision took flight before shame; it was a privilege to know and to serve I her! "Miss Holbrook, won t you come out to see the water fete? We can look upon it in security and comfort from the launch. The line of march is from Port Annandale past here and toward j the village, then back again. You can | come home whenever you like. I had ] hoped Miss Helen might come, too, but I beg that you will take compas sion upon my loneliness.” I had flung off my cap with the ex aggerated manner I sometimes used with her; and she dropped me a cour tesy with the prettiest grace in the world. “I shall be with you in a moment, my lord!” She reappeared quickly and re marked, as I took her wraps, that Helen was very sorry not to come. The gardener was on duty, and I called Ijima to help with the launch. Brightly decorated boats were already visible in the direction of Port Annan dale; even the tireless lake “tramps” whistled with a special flourish and were radiant in varl-colored lanterns. “This is an ampler Venice, but there should he music to make it complete,” observed Miss Pat, as we stole in and out among the gathering fleet. And then, as though in answer, a launch passed near, leaving a trail of mur Surous chords behind—the mournful ,rob of the guitar, the resonant beat of banjo strings. Nothing can be so soothing to the troubled spirit as music over water, and I watched with delight Miss Pat’s deep absorption in all the sights and sounds of the lake. The assembling canoes flashed out of the dark like fireflies. Not even the spirits that tread the air come and go more magically than the canoe that is wielded by a trained hand. The touch of the skilled paddler becomes but a caress of the water. To have stolen across Saranac by moonlight; to have paddled the devious course of the York or Kennebunk when the sea steals inland for rest, or to dip up stars in lovely Annandale—of such ex periences is knowledge born! I took care that we kept well to our selves, for Miss Pat turned nervously whenever a boat crept too near. Ijima, understanding without being told, held the power well in hand. I had scanned the lake at sundown for signs of the Stiletto, but It had not ventured from; the lower lake all day, and there was scarcely enough air stirring to ruffle the water. we can award tne prize ior our : selves here at the turn of the loop.” '1 remarked, as we swung into place and paused at a point about a mile of! I Glenarm. “Here comes the flotilla:" “The music it almost an imperti ence, lovely as it is. The real song of the canoe is ‘dip and glide, dip and | glide,’ ” said Miss Pat. The loop once made, we now looked apon a double line whose bright con fwalon added to the picture. The ca noe offers, when you think of it, little chance for the decorator, its lines are so trim and so founded upon rigid sim plicity; but many zealous hands had labored for the magic of this hour. Slim masts supported lanterns in many and charming combinations, and suddenly, as though the toy lamps had taken wing, rockets flung up their stars and Homan candles their golden showers at a dozen points of the line and broadened the scope of the pic ture. A scow placed midway of the loop now lighted the lake with red and green fire. The bright, graceful ar gosies slipped by, like beads upon a rosary. When the last canoe had The Sole Occupant of the Canoe Was a Girl. passed. Miss Pat turned to me, sighing softly: “It was too pretty to last; It was a page out of the book of lost youth.” I laughed bark at her and signaled Ijima to go ahead and then, -as the water churned and foamed and I took the wheel, we were startled by an ex clamation from some one in a row boat near at hand. The last of the peaceful armada had passed, but now from the center of the lake, unobserved and unheralded, stole a canoe fitted with slim! masts carried high from bow to stern with delightful daring. The lights were set in globes of green and gold, and high over all, its support quite invisible, shone a golden star that seemed to hover and follow the shadowy canoe. We ail watched the canoe intently; and my eyes now fell upon the figure of the skipper of this fairy craft, who was set forth in clear relief against the red fire beyond. The sole occupant of the canoe was a girl—there was no debating it; she flashed by within a paddle's length of us. and I heard the low bubble of water under her blade. She paddled kneeling. Indian fashion, and was lessening the breach between herself and the last canoe of the or derly line, which now swept on toward the casino. “That’s the prettiest one of all—” began Miss Pat, then ceased abruptly She bent forward, half rising and gazing intently at the canoe. What she saw and what I saw was Helen Hol brook plying the paddle with practiced stroke; and as she passed she glanced aloft to make sure that her slender mast of lights was unshaken; and then she was gone, her star twinkling upon us bewilderinglv. I waited for Miss Pat to speak, but she did not turn her head until the canoe itself had van ished and only its gliding star marked it from the starry sisterhood above. An exclamation faltered on my lips. “It was—it was like—it was—” “I believe we had better go now,” said Miss Pat, softly, and, I thought, a little brokenly. But we still followed the star with our eyes, and we saw it gain the end of the procession, sweep on at its own pace, past the casino, and then turn abruptly and drive straight for Glen arm pier. It was now between us and our own shore. It shone a moment against our pier lights; the the star and the fairy lanterns beneath it van ished one after another and the canoe disappeared as utterly as though it had never been. I purposely steered a zigzag course back to St. Agatha's. Since Helen had seen fit to play this trick upon her aunt I wished to give her ample time to dispose of her canoe and return to the school. If we had been struck by a mere resemblance, why did the ca noest not go on to the casino and en joy the fruits of her victory? I tried to imagine Gillespie a party to the es capade, but I could not fit him into it.' Meanwhile I babbled on with Miss Pat. Her phrases were, however, a trifle stiff and not in her usual man ner. I walked with her from the pier to St Agatha’s. Sister Margaret, who had observed the procession from an upper window, threw open the door for us. “How is Helen?” asked Miss Pat at once. “She is very comfortable," replied the sister. “I went up only a moment ago to see if she wanted anything." Miss Pat turned and gave me her hand in her pretty fashion. “You see, it could not have been—it was not—Helen; our eyes deceived us! Thank you very much, Mr. Dono van!” There was no mistaking her relief; she smiled upon me beamingly as I stood before at the door. “Of course! On a fete night one can never trust one’s eyes!” “But it was all be wilderingly beau tiful. You are most compassionate to ward a poor old woman in exile, Mr. Donovan. I must go up to Helen and make her sorry for all she has missed.” I went back to the launch and sought far and near upon the lake for the canoe with the single star. 1 wanted to see again the face that was uplifted in the flood of colored light— the head, the erect shoulders, the arms that drove the blade so easily and certainly; for if it was not Helen Holbrook it was her shadow that the gods had sent to mock me upon the face of the waters. CHAPTER XII. The Melancholy of Mr. Gillespie. I laughed a moment ago when, in looking over my notes of these affairs. I marked the swift trapsition from those peaceful days to others of re newed suspicions and strang? events. I had begun to yield myself to blan dishments and to feel that there could I he no further interruption of the idyllic hours I vras spending in Helen Hoi brook's company. I still maintained, to be sure, the guard as it had been established; and many pipes I smoked on St. Agatha’s pier, in the fond belief that I was merely fulfilling my office as protector of Miss Pat. whereas I had reached a point w’here the very walls that held Helen Holbrook were of such stuff as dreams are made of. The only lingering blot in the bright calendar of those days was her meet ing with Gillespie on the pier, and the fact that she had accepted money' from him for her rascally father. But even this I excused. It was no easy thing for a girl of her high spirits to be placed in a position of antagonism to her own father; and as for Gilles pie. he was at least a friend, abundant ly able to help her in her difficult po sition; and if, through his aid, she had been able to get rid of her father, the end had certainly justified the means. I reasoned that an educated man of good antecedents who was desperate enough to attempt murder for profit in this enlightened twentieth century was cheaply got rid of at any price, and it wns extremely decent of Gilles pie—so I argued—to have taken him self away after providing the means of the girl's release. I persuaded my self eloquently on those lines while I exhausted the resources of Glenarm in providing entertainment for both ladies. There had been other break fasts on the terrace at Glenarm. and tea almost every day In the shadow of St. Agatha's, and one dinner of state In the great Glenarm dining room; but more blessed were those hours in which we rode, Helen and I, through the sunset into dusk, or drove a canoe over the quiet lake by night. Miss Pat, I felt sure, in so often leaving me alone with Helen, was favoring my at tentions; and thus the days passed, Discourse Not All Religious Secular Matter* Mixed with Scottish Minister’* Sermon. A minister of Crosmichael, in Fife, frequently talked from the pulpit to his hearers with amusing, and, in deed, Irreverent familiarity. Expound ing a passage from Exodus one day he proceeded thus: “ ‘And the Lord said unto Moses’—sneck that door! I'm thinking if ye had to sit beside the door yersel’, ye wadna be sae ready leaving it open. It was just be side that door that Yedam Tamson, thee bellman, got his death o’ cauld; and I’m sure, honest man, he didna let it stay muckle open. ‘And the Lord said unto Moses’—I see a man aneath the laft wi’ his hat on. I’m sure man, ye’re clear o’ the soogh o’ that door there. Keep aft your bannet, Thamas, and if your bare pow be cauld, ye maun just get a gray worsted wig, like mysel’. They’re no sae dear— plenty o’ them at Bob Gillespie’s for . tenpence apiece.” The reverend gen tleman then proceeded with his dis. course’. Mental Suggestion for Health. Suggestible as is the conscious mind, the subconscious is still more so. Now we know that at least twice a day we all have brief periods during wlhch the subconscious Is in evidence and during which therefore, we are especially suggestible. These two pe riods are those immediately preceding and immediately succeeding sleep. We are then in a half-waking and half sleeping condition, and any suggestion offered to the mind in that state is la some inexplicable way, taken up by the brain mechanism and realized. Let the worrier, then, use well these few minutes at night and in the morn ing, by saturating his brain with sug gestions that make against worry and that make for peace, poise and nerv ous balance.—Rev. S. 8. McComb, In Hamer’s Bazar. like bubbles on flowing water. She was in my thoughts as I rode into Annandale to post" some letters, and I w'as about to remount at the post-office door when I saw a crowd gathered in front of the village inn and walked along the street to learn the cause of it. And there, calmly seated on a soap box was Gillespie, clad in amazing checks, engaged in the delectable occupation of teaching a stray village mongrel to jump a stick. The loungers seemed highly enter tained, and testified their appreciation in loud guffaws. I watched the per formance for several minutes, Gilles pie meanwhile laboring patiently with the dull dog, until finally it leaped the stick amid the applause of the crowd. Gillespie patted the dog and rose, bowing with exaggerated gravity. “Gentlemen,” he said, “I thank you for your kind attention. Let my slight success with that poor cur teach you the lesson that we may turn the idlest moment to some noble use. The edu cation of the lower animals is some thing to which too little attention is paid by. those who, through the pro cesses of evolution, have risen to a higher species. 1 am grateful, gentle men. for your forbearance, and trust we may meet again under circum stances more creditable to us all—in cluding the dog.” The crowd turned away mystified, while Gillespie, feeling in his pocket for his pipe, caught my eye and winked. "Ah, Donovan," he said, coolly, “and so you wrere among the admiring spec- i tators. I hope you have formed a high j opinion of my skill as a dog trainer. Once, I would have you know, I taught a Plymouth Rock rooster to turn a j summersault. Are you quite alone?" “You seem to be as big a fool as ever!” I grumbled in disgust, vexed at finding hint in the neighborhood. “Gallantly spoken, my dear fellow! You are an honor to the Irish .•*- < mankind. Our meeting, ho i not inopportune, as they say in books, and I would have speech with you, gentle knight. The inn, though hum- , ble, is still not without decent com- | forts. Will you honor me?” He turned abruptly and ied tne way through the office and up the stairway, babbling nonsense less for my enter tainment, I imagined, than for the be fuddlement of the landlord, who leaned heavily upon his scant desk and watched our ascent. He opened a door and lighted sev eral oil lamps, which disclosed three ; connecting rdbins. “You see, I got tired of living in the woods, and the farmer I boarded with did not understand my complex char- j acter. The absurd fellow thought me insane—can you imagine it?” “It’s a pity he didn’t turn you over to the sheriff,” I growled. “Generously spoken! But I came here and hired most of this inn to be near the telegraph office. Though as big a fool as you care to call me I nevertheless look to my buttons. The hook-and-eye people are formidable competitors, and the button may in time become obsolete—stranger things have happened. I keep in touch with our main office, and when I don't feel very good I fire somebody. Only this morning I bounced our general man ager by wire for sending me a letter in purple type writing; I had warned him, you understand, that he was to j write to me in black. But it was only ! a matter of time with that fellow. He entered a bull pup against mine in the Westchester bench show last spring i | and took the ribbon away from me. I I really couldn’t stand for that. In spite of tnv glassy splash in the asparagus bed. I’m a man who looks to his dig nity, Donovan. Will you smoke?” I lighted my pipe and encouraged him to go on. “How long have you been in this bake-oven?” “I moved in this morning—you're my first pilgrim. I have spent the long hot day in getting settled. I had to throw out the furniture and buy new stuff of the local emporium, where, it depressed me to learn, furni ture for the dead is supplied even as for the living. That chair, which I beg you to accept, stood next in tho shop to a coffin suitable for a carcass of about your build, old man. But don’t let the suggestion annoy you! I read your book on tiger hunting a few years ago with pleasure, and I'm sure you enjoy a charmed life. (TO BE CONTINUED.) “QUANTITY, QUAL 1TY AND PRICE” THE THREE ESSENTIALS THAT ARE GIVING WESTERN CANADA Sreater Impulse Than Ever This Year. The reports from the grain fields of Central Canada, (which comprises the Provinces of Manitoba. Saskatchewan ind Alberta) are to hand. The year 1909 has not only kept pace with pre- j rious years in proving that this por- | tion of the Continent is capable of producing a splendid yield of all the smaller grains, but it has thoroughly putstripped previous seasons. There s quantity, quality and price and from ill parts of an area of about 320,000 square miles there comes the strong I refrain of contentment and satisfac tion. In the distribution of the con iitions causing it no district has been overlooked. Various estimates of the total yield of wheat for the country have been made, but it is not the vast total that influences the general reader so much as what has been done individually. The grand total—say 130 million bush els—may have its effect on the grain price of the world; it may he interest ing to know that in the world's mar kets the wheat crop of Canada has suddenly broken upon the trading boards, and with the Argentine, and with Russia and India, is now a fac tor in the making of prices. If so to day, what will be its effect five or ten years from now, when, instead of there being seven million acres under crop with a total yield of 125 or 130 million bushels, there will be from 17 to 30 million acres in wheat with a yield of from 325 to 600 million bush els. When it is considered that the largest yield in the United States but slightly exceeded 700 million bushels, the greatness of these figures may be ' understood. Well, such is a safe fore cast, for Canada has the land and it has the soil. Even today the Prov- I ince of Saskatchewan, one of the three great wheat growing provinces of Can ada, with 400,000 acres under wheat, produces nearly 90 million bushels, or upwards oi one-tenth of the greatest yield of the United States. And Sas katchewan is yet only in the begin ning of its development. As Lord Grey recently pointed out in speaking on this very subject, this year’s crop does not represent one-tenth of the soil equally fertile that is yet to be brought under the plough. Individually, reports are to hand of yields of twenty-five, thirty and fHrty-'Ae budieis to the acre. Scores j a 1 «i-. are repotted of o-ty and si ' e as i, li as sixty b Th’ tan » takes care o his -oi1. who gels Li seed-bed ready early, is certain of a splendid crop. 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