Particularly the Ladies.
Nat only pleasant and refreshing to
tfie taste, but gently dranr-ng and wee!
enng to the system. S> rup of Pigs and
Qour of Senna is particularly adapted
to lathes and chidren. and beneficial in
al rain in which a witolmsK, strength
crung and elective iaxaL.e should be
used. It is perieedy sale at al tunes and
risgirls colds, h.-adachn and the pains
caused by indigestion and constipation so
paosnpdy and dedneiy that it is the one
perfect ianiy laxative which gives satis
to al and is recommended by
i of fasfei who have used it and
who have persona! knowledge cl its ex
its wondeshl popularity. however, has
led unscrupidous dealers to offer imita
bons which act unsabriactarily. There
fere, what buying, to get its beneficial
the ful name ol the
Company C iHntnis Pig Syrup Co.—
plainly printed on the front of every
part age of die genuine Syrup of Figs
and Elair cl Senna.
Fo sale by al leading druggists. Price
50 cents per bottle.
A lean !crl* as 111 at u t In a dry
g <4» >’vfr as s soman dot* in a to
tarn shop.
F -r ! rr »1 fci tw u:*W. nothing i*
tju.lr t.uld. piravatit and r4r '.Vr *•
(mimU 'in.
An Alarmist.
“Jibsock U a very disquieting indi 1
rdatl"
“Indeed be i* Jib* ock was to !
bate teen bom with no ( 'her purpose
lit lilt than to yell 'Fire*"*
Important to Mot Ivors
Kttniar carefully evety bottle of
CASTOWA. a »itfe and sure remedy for
intacts And ■ s.lCren. and see that it
Pear* the
fi(tntcre«f
!fcJUM
In 1. •* For Over 30 Year*.
I LiiUret t ry for Fletcher's Castoria
Evidence.
“What c akes you think our great
public mm doe t »ork a* hard as
they used to—
®y the photographs." replied
F .-tier Forntosse! 'When I was c
young U lier the big n.en in polities
didn't ak' near as much time to git
* La ted and have -heir hair cut."
Conclusive Proof.
"Teat repression, a 'human dynamo' :
fascinates me "
It is vert apt and vivid when ap
p.isd to a man of boundless energy."
Ti' kl i tors must be a 'human
d> emtoo ' ~
"Why do you think so—
' No matter how cold the morning
is he leaps nut of bed without ever
•topping to thick the matter over." j
Modern Method*.
The Ut» A Tniiiton IMckens. d«r
t f an interview in «'bit ago. roodrmn
«4 the war in Tripoli vehemently
Slavery" be said. with a bitter
mile "i* now abolished We bo long
*t steal a people and sell them into/
Uadaft So. to. indeed. We just !
»'enl "heir country and charge then:
ao much for govern leg it that they
have to work twice a* hard as slaves
to lay their taut *
Papa's Past.
kittle Helen B-axiu was discuss
ing the drink question with a visitor
and ‘he child listened gravely to the
• on versa? ion
“Papa used to drink." she roitis
t»-ered suddenly.
The visitor tamed her head to con
<e«! a smile, and mamma frowned
and shook her head st the lit'le one.
“WaS. then.- demanded Helen,
“what was it he used to doT'—hippie
cotts Magazine
O'fln't Surpnit Mr*. Flynn.
!arrets Flynn. *fcik- rrtamlnR from
»t*rfc <ook refuse under a tree during
a thunderstorm "! ha tree sas struck
by tigbtinc and lier.nis wj.s blown
•onr tvretr feet away by the concus
sion a ad Uadi I slutued A te;gbt»or
found IW-anis and began the work o!
resuscitation. another burned to the
buna of Uresis to inform Mrs. F*lyna
«d ibr wrUrti Mrs. Flynn listened
lo the neighbor's arctrjL! ol the a eel
dent *lilt mingled terror and Joy. and
a be* told Ukar ber husband rai not
aab hurt and souid soon be borne,
her pleasure »as gratifying to behold
’An' I ten n Is «a» iwintv fate am ay.
did ye* say T“ "A boat that, yes"
"tki. ■> UrBSlt always was quick on
bis fate.” said Mr*. FI' cn. with a
prowc shake uf her bead.
A WOMAN DOCTOR
Was Quo to 6e« That Coffee Poison
Woo Doing the Mischief.
A lady tells of a bad case of coffee
poisoning, and tell* it in n *ay so sim
ple and s'raaghtfomnrd ihnt literary
•kill could not improve it.
“1 b*d neuralgic headaches for 12
years." she says "and hare suffered
untoid agony. When I first began to
has* them I neighed 1*< pounds, but
they brought me done to Ilf.
1 *ent to many donors and they
S»*« me oady temporary relief. So I
#< fir red on. till one day. n woman
doctor advised me to drink Host urn.
Sbe said I looked like I was coffee
~Bo 1 began to drink Post urn. and
gained IS fo unds in the first few
seeks and am still gain.eg. ho: not so
I** •• *i firs1 My boadarbe* began
to leave me after 1 bad uaed Postum
about two weeks—long enough. 1 ex
port. in get the coffee pcisoa out of
my system.
’ Xow that a tew months hare pars
ed rtnee 1 began to use puutom. 1 can
gladly say that 1 never know what a
nes-mlgbc headache is like any more,
and ft was nothing but Postuta that
relieve am.
"Ttoforw 1 used Pwion I never
wen: ant alone; I would get bewilder
ed and would not know »Urh way to
turn. Xew | go alone and my bead
M as clear as a hell My brain and
nerve* are monger than they bare
bee® for yesrv." Same given by
Puntum On, Hattie Creek Mich
“There s a reason." and It la explain
ed in the little hook. "The Hood to
MTetlriBe. 1* pfcgs
His Mother’s Valentine
* + +
By L L HENDERSON
(Copyright. 1911. by Associated Literary Press.)
V. J. was a valentine. There could j
be no doubt about this. He was born
on the 14th of February; his mother
had named him Valentine, and be
bore the outward semblance of one—
one. moreover, of that offensive type
popularly known as comic.
No one knew what V. J. Vincent, as
he invariably signed himself, had suf
fered from this combination of circum
stances. Hair of unmitigated red. a
nose of unconventional length, inquir
ing ears and a dimpled chin were, he
told himself, heavy enough burdens to
bear, without the necessity of smiling
cheerfully at the endless jokes to
which he submitted on each recurring
14 th of February. He had learned to i
accept the hair and ears and nose J
with resignation, but the dimples, per
petually laughing at the rest of his
face, were still a sensitive point; and j
in a beardless era when fashion de- ;
inanded glaring honesty In chins, a i
conspicuous one. He could only fall
back on an unfailing sense of humor
for support.
V. J.'s name was appropriate in
more than one respect. In the lace
trimmed. Cupid-adorned creations dis
played in February, there is usually
found, bidden under a heart-shaped
leaf, a little apartment warm with '
sentiment, iu V. J.'s being, there was '
a similar recess, but so cunningly con- |
cealed that few suspected its exist- j
ence.
Its sentiment was. however, bub- !
biing up on this particular morniDg
of the 14th of February as he passed :
the Merrill home, bound officeward. j
He had hoped to see Marcia Diilon ,
at the w-indow. Instead, he caught a
smile from her young cousin. Dana
Merrill. Fortunately, he did not !
catch the remark that followed it:
“Doesn't Val Vincent look like a
comic valentine?"
"His face is rather an intelligent
one for a comic valentine." re
sponded Marcia. “He has good eyes.”
“Oh, yes. but eye-glasses are not
becoming. I wonder if anything
would be very becoming to Val?”
laughed Dana.
“He has a fine forehead." Marcia
spoke in the manner of one deter
mined to see justice done to an un
promising subject.
"It's a high one, certainly, and im
proving right along. Actually. Maria.
VCa a frrak ofa Face, ’’
Jte doc/xse<i
I believe Val Vincent is getting bald,
and be isn't so at* fully old either—
not near thirty yet."
Marcia looked up with the amused
and tolerant glance of twenty-five
directed toward sixteen".
Dana ran on lightly. “Of course,
no one could help liking Val. He's
bright and witty, and as good as he
is funny looking lie was devoted to
his mother, and I'd he willing to have
a comic valentine for a brother my
self. if he'd treat me as Va! does that
harum-scarum Gwen. She has two
girls visiting her now. and the whole
bunch depend on him to entertain
them, a* if he were of high school age
too. The girls all like him, even if
they do regard him as sort or a joke.
I'm glad you're such a good friend to
[ him. Marcia.”
"He's by far the cleverest man I’ve
met here." asserted Marcia.
“Oh. he has brains, all tight." agreed
liana.
Could V. J. have heard Marcia's
de'ense, it might have sugar-coated
the annua! dose of w itticisms he was
called upon to swallow As it was. a
growing conviction that he had been
indulging in seme very foolish
dreams cf late, was emphasized by
the light Jests.
He sat in his office in the after
noon. smiling rather wanly at a
feeble Joke from the office boy that
binged on his unfortunate cognomen.
"He isn't exactly an Apollo himself."
ne thought as be watched the lank
*
grinning boy withdraw from the
room. Then, "Confound the name,
anyway!" he exclaimed.
It V. J. ever wavered in a deep
sentiment of reverence for his mother
it was when he thought of the name
she had given hint. At home there
was a series of valentines, pictures
taken on his successive birthdays, by
which she had emphasized the name’s
absurdity. They ran up to thirteen,
when the subject had rebelled. Then,
after an interval, there was one more,
sent from a distant college—a poorly
finished, staring caricature of a
youth in his teens, of which a fastidi
ous regard for dress and a senti
mental pose were conspicuous fea
tures. How delighted his mother had
been with this particular valentine!
He arose and walked to a mirror.
“It's a freak of a face.” he declared,
surveying his reflection sternly and
critically. “It looks," he said, "as if
it had repented at the last and tried
to do something in the beauty line.
Could anything be more harrowing
and inharmonious! No sane girl |
could ever bring herself to the pcint
of accepting the wearer of such a
face.” He would never make a fool
of himself by asking it. No! The
matter was settled definitely, finally
and forever, he declared.
The role he was to play henceforth
seemed, however, a tame and color
less one as he sat that evening in the
Merrill library talking to Marcia. He
delayed taking up the bock they were
reading together.
It had been a dangerous expert
ment, the reading of that book. An j
interest in it had led to regular meet
ings. during which Propinquity had
been busy after the manner of that
efficient ally of Cupid.
In V. J.'s case the mischief bad
been done before he reached chapter
three. This was inevitable. Marcia
was pretty. She had a merry face,
with all sorts of charming little
curves playing over it; and his heart
leaped out toward the sense of humor
it indicated. Then no one could look
at her mouth and chin and not gain
a hint as to her character. Sane,
sweet and sensible were the adjec
tives those features spelled. But
V. J. understood. For him there could
be only frank friendship. He reso
lutely picked up the book for the clos
ing chapters.
And just then Dana opened the
door and tossed into Marcia's lap a
large envelope. “It came this after
noon while you were out.” she ex
plained. "I thought you had it."
"Who in the world is sending me
a valentine of this sort?" exclaimed
Marcia, picking up the flimsy, fancy
envelope. “Oh. I know. It’s Dickey,
Mrs. Ashton's little boy. I was over
there yesterday, and he was valentine
crazy. Don't you want to see it?”
V. J. leaned over as Marcia drew
out the valentine; and then there fell
a thick and sudden silence. From a
setting of lace paper, rose-hued hearts
and plump cunids, there looked up at
him his own face, the familiar college
caricature, beneath which in letters
which seemed clamoring to be read,
were the words:
"1 am your valentine.
Will you, sweet maiden, not be
mine?"
Marcias face was flushed and an
gry. “Those silly girls!” she ex
claimed. "I do not think girls of that
age—”
Her voice broke as she began to re
place the valentine in its envelope.
V. J. put out a restraining hand and
took the picture. “It looks to me.”
he observed, “as if St. Valentine has
had some odds and ends left when
he finished his yearly assortment and
had thrown them together to save the
scraps. An old fellow of his experi
ence ought to know that an incon
gruous mixture of the comic and the
sentimental is never successful.”
But Marcia did not laugh. “1 know
all about that picture,” she said in
dignantly. "Mrs. Ashton told me yes
terday how happy It made your
mother one Valentine's day. Gwen
should be thoroughly ashamed of her
self!”
To V. J. there was something won
derfully sweet and intimate in this
mention of his mother by Marcia.
Certain resolutions melted in Its
warmth. There was a moment’s si
lence. Then. “I am waiting.” he re
minded.
Marcia looked up inquiringly.
“There Is a question, you know.
1 couldn’t ask it myself, but this
young fellow has had the nudacity to
ask it for me. You haven't answered
it yet.”
And the answer must have been
satisfactory, for V. J. never, as he had
sworn to do. destroyed his mother’s
valentine. Something in a nature full
of sentiment forbade his doing so.
Like in the Good Old Days
Oratory of the Blood-Stirring Style j
Marked a Columbia Univer
sity "Contest.”
_
No llt'le red schoolhouse in a coun
try io*n of the middle west furnished
a rarer sight than might have been
witnessed at Karl hall. Columbia uni
VPrsily. one night recently, declares
the Brooklyn Kagle |i was a genuine,
live oratorical contest, such as stirs
the blood of the "Demosthenes De
bating Society of Bumbleville." All
that v.a* lacking was a great iron
stove for beating purposes, into which 1
from time to time thoughtful mem
bers would toss four-foot sticks of
wood On this occasion the beat was
principally upou the stage.
Tbe eight contestants bad selected
their own themes and presumably writ
ten tbelr own addresses. These ran
tbe gamut from a midnight fire in a
tenement to an exegesis on Dels&rtian
theories of acting. The Roman gladia
tors bad their Spattacus—lor the
night at least. Child labor was de
pounced and one young man promised
to become a future Brandeis in the
reformative methods he propounded
for railroads and other corporations.
“A Midnight Alarm" caught me, al
though its orator author did not get a
prize. The $50 went to an upstate
student, who convinced the Judges, far
more than he did me. that "American
Patriotism Is Not Waning.”
Valuable Crucifix.
Ten years ago a carved ivory cru
cifix was bought at a rag fair at Reus.
On her death, soon after, the pur
chaser left the crucifix to her daugh
ter, wife of the deputy, Senor Mayner.
A visitor to the house offered 9enora
Mayner $500 for it, but It was refused.
An antiquarian, learning of the exist
ence of the crucifix, offered $75,000,
but this, too, was declined. It is now
known that the crucifix is one of the
finest carvings of Leonardo da VincL
An offer of $125,000 from an American
collector is now being considered.
IS THE PAIN THERE?
“Every Picture
Telle a Story”
Then Your Kidneys May Be Weak and in
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Kidney trouble may come on all unnoticed. A cold, a
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matter when dropsy, gravel or Bright’s disease sets in.
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Cured of Serious Case and Feels Like
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cretions scalded terribly and obliged
me to arise ten
to twelve times a
night. My left limb
, became so stiff and
^sore I could hardly
walk — just hobbled
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WOMEN’S LEAP YEAR RIGHTS
In Scotland Years Ago They Were Rec
ognized as Real, and Well De
fined by Law.
Ancier.t. indeed, are the prerogatives
that are accorded to women in leap
year. They are so old that none can
tell just how or when they originated.
However, the ancient Scottish parlia
ment gives us a date as well as a law
upon which to hang the right of wom
en to take the initiative in leap year,
as convention forbids them to do in
other years.
In the year 122S this body passed a
'aw which, in its quaint old English,
expressly conferred on womankind the
right to propose marriage in leap year.
Here is the law. just as it was written
the parliamentary records:
"Ordonit that during ye reign of her
maist blessed Maiestie. ilka maiden,
ladee of baith high and lowe estait.
shale hae libertie to speak ye man she
likes. Gif he refuses to tak hir to bee
his wyf, he shale bee mulct in ye sum
of ane hundridty pundes, or less, as
his estait may bee. except and alwais
gif he can make it appeare that he is
betrothit to another woman, then he
shale be free.”
HANDS WOULD‘CRACK OPEN
“About two months ago my hands
started to crack open and bleed, the
skin would scale off, and the good
flesh would burn and itch dreadfully.
When my hands first started to get
sore, there were small blisters like wa
ter blisters which formed. They
Itched dreadfully, it just seemed as
though I could tear the skin all off. I
w ould scratch them and the skin would
peel off, and the flesh Would be all
red and crack open and bleed. It wor
ried me very much, as I had never
had anything the matter with my skin.
I was so afraid I would have to give
up my employment.
“My doctor said he didn't think it
would amount to anything. But it kept
getting worse. One day I saw a piece
in one of the papers about a lady who
had the same trouble with her hands.
She had used Cuticura Soap and Oint*
ment and was cured. I decided to try
them, and my hands were all healed
before I had used one cake of Cuti
cura Ointment. 1 am truly thankful
for the good results from the Cuticura
Soap and Ointment, for thanks to them
I was cured, and did not have to lose
a day from work. I have had no re
turn of the skin trouble." (Signed)
Mrs. Mary E. Breig, 2522 Brown
Street, Philadelphia. Pa., Jan. 1'2, 1911.
Although Cuticura Soap and Oint
ment are sold everywhere, a sample
of each, with 32-page book, will be
mailed free on application to “Cuti
cura.” Dept. I* Boston.
A Poor Guesser.
Wedmore—Before I married, t learn
ed to live on half my income.
Singleton—And found that it was a
wise step, eh?
Wedmore—Yes. only a half was the
wrong proportion—l should have made
it an eighth.
Elegant Language.
"A poet speaks of himself as a
Jblind voyager across the bitter
seas.- ’’
" Perhaps an overtndulgcnce in fancy
food has given him an acute sensa
tion of mal de mer."
OSLT OSS "BROSO OCIMSF.
TUat 1b LAXATiyS BROMO^ClNISR .Look Tor
tbc M(raitnrp of E. W, GR(A _
over to Coro a Cold In One Daj.
^Ised the World
He who reigns within himself and
rules passions, desires and fears is
more than a king.—Milton.
Garfield Tea will keep the whole system in
perfect condition.
Perhaps a rolling stone gathers no
■toss because it isn't on the level.
THE WINNER.
She—Speech is silver and silence is
golden.
He—But the man with the most
brass gets the tin.
Puzzle of Living.
Religionists chided about their ina
bility to agree on points of faith might .
point out that they differ only in inci
dentals and not essentials, whereas
the scientists differ on everything.
Take the science of living. A week j
ago you would have “died if you drank >
water with your meals." Now they
say ir doesn't do any harm at all. One
variety says: "Eat meat, lots of it, to
build good, rich blood." Another says
meat is poison: that vegetables are
the only food. A third declares meat
and vegetables both increase debility,
and that you will live twice as long
on raw fruits and nuts. Some say
"Talk with your meals, laugh; it
makes the food digest." Others insist
silence is never so golden as at the
table.
Obliged Anyway.
"The writer,” says Senator J. 1*
Brady, "was complimented highly the
other day. He received a booklet call
ed ‘Santa Fe De Luxe.’ marked per
sonal and the words three times un
derlined. It was a description of the
new extra fare train. There was once
an old colored man who was asked
to change a {10 bill. ‘I cannot do it,’
he teplied. ’but I am obliged to you
for the suspicion.’ ”
Probably the Truth.
The druggist in a small town died,
and his widow continued the business.
A month later she arranged the win
dow display so that it was very at
tractive. That week the town paper
contained this item of news:
"Mr. Arthur Edwards, a prominent
druggist of Higginsville, took in the
sights of our city yesterday. He was
very much interested In our drug
gist’s attractive widow.”
Hi« View.
“Tell me about Spain, romantic
Spain."
"Well," said the motorist, “there are
a few bad places as you come down
the mountains, but in the main the
roads are pretty good."
Brangs Considerably.
"Has BiSels any favorite fiction?"
“Yes. And it’s mostly about him
self.”
Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of sun
shine in the soul, and fills it with a
steady and perpetual serenity.—Ad
dison.
■r*. Window's Boottung Syrnp for Chtldre*
teetbinsr, softens the gums, reduces inflamm»
tioo. *U»ys pstn, cures wind colic. SScsboule
Loveliness of character is nothing
but steady love of good and steady
scorn of evil.—Froude.
COLD COMFORT FOR MOTHER
Comment of Boston Belle on Young
Man’s Conduct Was Icy in the
Extreme.
General F. D. Grant, at a Washing
ton's birthday dinner in New York
some years ago. told a story about a
young Boston Tory.
"This Tory,” he said, “fought during
the Revolution neither on one side nor
on the other. He took a pleasure trip
on the continent, and he didn't come
back home again until the war was
over.
“He teas treated very coldly by soci
ety on his return, and this grieved his
good old mother to the heart.
"The dear old lady tried to explain
the matter one afternoon to a Boston
belle.
“ 'Naturally, as the head of the fam
ily.’ she said, ‘my son could not take
part in the war. To him fell the duty,
perhaps the more arduous duty, of
protecting his mother and sisters and
looking after the interests of the es
tate.’
“ "Oh, madam," said the belle, with
an icy smile, ‘von need not explain. I
assure you. I'd have done exactly as
your son did—I'm such a coward!’”
Revised Version.
Senator Bankhead, discussing an
eloquent speech that had been rather
poorly reported, said:
“The report spoiled the speech. It
was like old Hiram's Earwig’s account
of Daniel Webster's last word. Web
ster. you know, as he lay dying, ut
tered the profound and significant
sentence. ‘I still live.' Well. Hiram
Earwig of Skeeter Beach said to a
visitor from the city:
*’ ‘Yawp, life's onsartin. Wot wuz it
that thar New Englander said—Web
ster, I think? Yawp, it wuz General
Dan Webster. He got off a good thing
just afore he died. He riz up in bed
an’ says, says he:
‘“"I ain't dead yit!’””—Baltimore
Sun.
Hard to Find.
"Here are some verses entitled,
'The Road to Arcady.* ”
“Pshaw! Almost any poet can tell
the way to Arcady, but none of them
ever gets there."
The longing of the moment always
seems the great essential. We are
apt to forget the long eternity of re
gret.—Corelli.
Fortissimo.
When a certain Baltimore matron
returned home one afternoon not so
long ago the first sight her eyes be
held teas a badly damaged youngster
of hers. Little Bobby's forehead bore
a bump almost the size of a doorknob.
"Heavens!” exclaimed the mother.
“What has happened to Bobby?"
“Xuthin’ much, mum,” explained the
new nurse. "You told me, mum, he
might play on the pianner if he wanted
to. Well, mum, wanst while he was slid
ing on .he top, he slid a bit too far,
mum; an’ that accounts for the bump
ye see, mum.”
Work Begets Work.
George W. Perkins, the New York
financier, was talking about the scar
city of the $10,000 a year man—the
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