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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 Need of Quick Attention Backache is enough cause to suspect the kidneys. The kidneys are in the small of the back. Congested kidneys swell and throb. The back naturally aches. It hurts to bend or stoop or to sit down. 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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 man actually worth a $10,000 salary. “The advantage of the $10,000 a year maa,” he said, "is not alone that he works splendidly—it is also that under him everybody else works splen didly. There's a Chinese proverb,” he said, “that expresses exactly what I mean: *“If a farmer is diligent the soil will not be lazy.’ ” ■ .. >. . ; Good Advice. 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