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    PRODIGAL
JUDGE
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bud <a tb* ! deary of aa eM worn-out
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ney Tba pt*< t a U b i Ma
ban and the «d tb*
tdkeiinsrdi* la tb* «—i *f
In—«dn a Cea—a. a bead
—«< a * ■ aa Madeft. and
T—ay. a fare** aba Ha-mibai Ware*
Hun * a aiarrMn rU14 ad tb* old
•aethers fan i!y tv.**** hta appearance
V—nr la— bee >* a<H»t*-l tb* boy X»
tbatrtel dVme buys tb* Barer, but tba
Kwanrb aeny any kneMn of tit*
bey. Tear* ta been Hannibal Captain
It u-**ii a % -eM ■■■ tb* Qu" lard*, ap
pear* and *»»* uueeclute al-ut tt* Bar
any Troutu* at tmtrti HIK arbee Haa
Mkal * kidnaped by L*a*a Blount Cap
feta. Hum*: * agent Ta ary mertabea
Mmsi. M*e* m a thraafciug and arcuraa
tt* bey Tan » iw*»r* uefurr Saatr*
la* laeaa and a dtetaryel alth I-oat a for
tt* eiatbbf’ batty Malloy, a friend of
tt* f ei r l»* l.*a aa afKwuitrf arttH Cap
taaa Martrll ate forme hta attentions on
ter and la rae >*t by brute ('ar ring! on
Badly eras «m: tor bar Tennessee horn*
t amarM tabes tb* a*«n* stag* Taney
end Ha> tuyyut. with Murrell on
•brtr trail lluielhal arrt»*a at tb* bom*
ad Jude* (Serum Price. Tt* Judgr mof
ad Judd* H*uc»«u Prtoa Tb* Judge recog
I Me da ! ■* baa tt* graadaoa of aa old
!.»* fro- to! Murrell ameea at Judge*
fai rndiet- ball) on raft r*-a*-u*
)« y. ertae u apparently dead. Pro*
too , ... Bet!* and ' urrlt.il-o arm*
et ; ..1* Pautm Harm! bar a rise ds* loaaa
ami aeaCi-ag luids to (be Judge Itaa
t tml and Hefty meet a*aur Murrell ar
rtaea la Hud* Plata ta pla>-ta« for tug
(taka* Yaary aaakea from long Cream
I— all 'll an beard tba raft Jude* Prir*
keua etartilng cmm***rt*a la loosing up
land utuea Charter Norton, a young
blanker she aaaketo tb* Judg*. >• mys
1i nauety awa ,.*-d Norton ir.f-.rtt.* <'ar
mnglee tba; B-tty baa pr.eniaed to mam
fc— Sarto * my .t«rwualy abut- More
Mgbt aae Murrells plot It* plana uprie
tng ltd targ* *o Judge Ptvt airfc Hanoi
ba ***** »*•** and aba k**pa tb. boy
CHAPTER AVIII (Continued).
~Mlna ivtty, bed Jaat Ube tny I ecie
Bob *b be slat afraid of nothing
Ha laatea tbetn pUtuua at Ua leaded
—tt y— bvttre good >— cab see
where ’try bulge out SU Odlf HAh
■tba- a .yea aery round and big.
iuu*~d up tat* brra
“la be na pnr na be seem*. Han
■ttmif- —und Hetty
“He arm has no nuary Mica Het
ty bet t don t reckon be a a bat a
b»d/ »—id call pore "
tt nktgtif have battled a far more
mature intelligence than Hannibal a
ta rawp< bmd tbima peculiar prucesa
ae b/ ektcb the Judge sustained Him
•elf and bta intimate fellowship with
■dee—it y —that tt was bit magsiB
rent a ad tblbd which made fbd
—uakor of bta dally me aerzn merely
a pawing pbaae—but the boy bad
managed to petal a delicate distior
Oon. and Betty gra*;*d aotuethlhg of
the nope and faith abica never quite
died out la bin— Price a mdomita
b* hr—»*
'Bat you always bare enougb to
net dear T~ aba questioned anxiously
Hannibal promptly reassured ber on
lU* yotsl "You would n [ let me
think anything that nas not true. Han
trthsi—you are quite sure you bare
n »ee been bucpry V
'Never. Mies Betty; bonest
Eletty pave a s*gb at relief. Sbe
had been reproaching ber sell tor ber
neglect at the rhild; she bad meant
V> do an curb tor bits and bad done
nothing' Now it waa too lata lor ber
personally ta interest bersetf In bis
behalf. yet better sbe left tor tbe east
she would provide tor Dim if sbe
had telt a was possible to trust tbe
Jndge aha souid bare made blm ber
apent. bid even ta bis best aspect be
ae tued a dubious dependence Tom.
far quite different reaves s. ve equal
»y out of the lueauoa. Sbe tboupbt
of Mr Mabaffr
"What kind of a man Is Mr Ms
hsffy. Hasmba *~
"Has an soful nice man. Miss Het
If only be never lata on; a body s
qut to end It sat for bts own self—
he als t Uke the Judge"
"lioea be—drink, too. Hannibal?"
questioned Betty
Oh. yea; when be can get tbe
Brher. ha does ” It was evident that
H_r tibei nas < beer/ully tolerant of
this weaki.es> on the part ot tbe
a ,at ere Mabaff r
"Hot. no matter sbat they do. they
are very very kind to you?" she coo
Qbvad treibukriaty.
"Yoa. rnaam—wby. Miss Betty,
they're lovely men 1"
'And do yoa ever bear tbe tbinps
•poheti of »«>a learned about at Mrs
ffbiTts Sunday school*"
"When the Judea Is drunk be talks
a b*-a; about 'em It s benstlfui to
bear turn then, you'd love It, Mias
Batty." and Hannibal smiled up sweet
ly Into her face
oee he have you po to Sunday
arhoed In Raleigh*"
The boy shook his head.
“1 ain't got no clothes that's tltten
to sear, nor no pennies to give, but
the Judge, he ’lows that as soon as he
•.an make a raise I got to go, and he's
learning me my letters—but we ain't
a book. Miss Betty. 1 reckon it'd
•amp you some to guess bow he s
fixed it for me to learn?"
He s drawn the letters for you. Is
that the wav?" In spite of herself,
Betty was experiencing a certain re
vulsion of feeling where the judge and
Mahaffy were concerned. They were
doubtless bad enough, but they could
have been worse.
No. ma'am; he done soaked the
label off one of Mr. Pegloe s whisky
bottles end pasted It on the wall just
as high as my chin, so's 1 can see it
good, and he's learning me thai-a
way’ Maybe you've seen the kind of
bottle t mean Pegloe's Mississippi
Pilot; Pure Corn Whisky?" But Han
nibal's bright little face fell. He was
quick to see that the educational sys
tem devised by the judge did not Im
press Betty at all lavorably. She drew
him Into her arms.
"You shall have my books—the
i took* 1 learned to read out ot when 1
i was a little girl. Hannibal!”
1 like learning from the label pret
ty well." said Hannibal loyally.
"But you'll like tbe books better,
dear, when you see them. 1 know Just
where they are. for I happened on
them on a shelf In the library only
| the ether day."
Alter they had found and examined
'be books and Hannibal had grudtng
■' admitted that they might possess
■ ertain points of advantage over the
label, be and Bety went out for a
] walk.
go back to tbe judge and Mr. Ma
haffy?”
“No. ma'am—It ain't that—1 was
just thinking—”
"Thinking about what, dear?”
“About my Uncle Bob." The small
face was very wistful.
“Oh—and you still miss him so
much, Hannibal?"
“I bet I do—I reckon anybody who
knew Uncle Bob would never get over
missing him; they just couldn't. Miss
Betty: The judge is mighty kind,
and so is Mr. Mahaffy—they're awful
kind. Miss Betty, and It seems like
they get kinder all the time—but
with Uncle Bob, when he liked you,
he just laid himself out to let you
know it!"
“That does make a great differ
ence. doesn't it?” agreed Betty sadly,
and two piteous tearlul eyes were ;
bent upon him.
“Don't you reckon If Uncle Bob is
alive, like the judge says, and he's
ever going to find me, he had ought
to be here by now?” continued Han
nibal anxiously.
“But it hasn't been such a great
while. Hannibal: it's only that so
much has happened to you. If he
was very badly hurt It may have been
weeks before he could travel; and
then when he could, perhaps he went
back to that tavern to try to le^rn
what had become of you. But we
may be quite certain he will never
abandon his search until he has made
every possible effort to find you. !
dear! That means he will sooner or
later come to west Tennessee, for
there will always be the hope that
you have found your way here."
"Sometimes I get mighty tired wait
ing, Miss Betty,” confessed the boy. •
“Seems like I just couldn't wait no
longer—” He sighed gently, and then
his face cleared. “You reckon he'll
come most any time, don't you. Miss
Betty?"
"Yes, Hannibal; any day or hour!"
“Whoop!” muttered Hannibal soft
ly under his breath Presently he
asked: “Where does that branch take
you to?” He nodded toward the
bayou at tbe foot of the terraced bluff.
“It empties into the river,” an
swered Betty.
Hannibal saw a small skiff beached ;
among the cottonwoods that grew i
along the water's edge and his eyes
lighted up instantly. He had a juvenile
passion for boats.
“Why, you got a boat, ain't you.
Miss Betty?" This was a charming
and an Important discovery
“Would you like to go down to It?"
inquired Betty.
“You Needn’t Be Afraid, I Got Something Important to Say.“
nsuniuai loosea up into ner race.
The memory of his own loss was
never very long absent from bis
ir.ind, and Miss Betty had been the
rlctlin of a similarly sinister tragedy.
He recalled those first awful days ot
I loneliness through which he had lived,
when there was no Uncle Bob—soft
voiced. smiling and infinitely cotn
. panionable
“Why. Hannibal, you are crying—
what about, dear?" asked Betty sud
denly.
“No. ma'am; I ain't crying," said
Hannibal stoutly, but his wet lashes
gave the lie to bis words.
Are you homesick—do you wish to
Deed 1 would! Does she leak
any. Miss Betty?”
"1 don’t know about that. Do
boats usually leak, Hannibal?”
“Why, you ain't ever been out row
ing her. Miss Betty, have you?—and
there ain't no better fun than rowing
a boat!” They had started down the
path.
"1 used to think that. too. Hanni
bal; how do you suppose it is that
when people grow up they forget all
about the really nice things they
might do?”
“What use is she If you don't go
rowing in her?” persisted Hannibal.
"Oh, but it Is used. Mr. Tom uses
it In crossing to tbe other side where
they are clearing land lor cotton. It
saves him a long walk or ride about
the head of the bayou."
“Like i should take you out in ner,
Miss Betty?" demanded Hannibal with
palpitating anxiety.
They had entered the scattering
timber when Betty paused suddenly
with a startled exclamation, and Han
nibal felt her lingers close convul
sively about his. The sound she had
heard might have been only the rust
ling of the wind among the branches
overhead in that shadowy silence, but
Betty’s nerves, the placid nerves of
youth and perfect health, were shat
tered.
"Didn't you hear something. Han
nibal?" she whispered fearfully.
For answer Hannibal pointed mys
teriously, and glancing In the direc
tion he indicated, Betty saw a woman
advancing along the path tokard
them. The look of alarm slowly died
out of his eyes.
“I think it's the overseer's niece,"
she gold Hannibal, and they kept on
toward the boat.
The girl came rapidly up the path,
which closely followed the irregular
line of the shore in Its windings.
Once she was seen to stop and glance
back over her shoulder, her attitude
Intent and listening, then she hurried
forward again. Just at the boat the
three met.
“Good evening:” said Betty pleas
antly.
The girl made no reply to this; she
merely regarded Betty with a fixed
stare. At length she broke the si
lence abruptly.
“1 got something I want to say to
you—you know who I am. 1 reckon?"
She was a girl of about Betty's own
age. with a certain dark, sullen beau
ty and that physical attraction which
Tom, in spite of his vexed mood, had
taken note of earlier in the day.
“You are Bess Hicks." said Betty.
“Make the boy go back toward the
house a spell—I got something I want
to say to you.” Betty hesitated. She
was offended by the girl's manner,
which was as rude as her speech. “1
ain't going to hurt you—you needn't
be afraid of me. 1 got something im
portant to say—send hint off, 1 tell
you; there ain't no time to lose!" The
girl stamped her foot Impatiently.
Betty made a sign to Hannibal and
he passed slowly back along the path.
He went unwillingly, and he kept his
head turned that he might see what
was done, even if he were not to hear
"That will do. Hannibal—wait there
—don't go any farther!” Betty called
after him when he had reached a
point sufficiently distant to be out or
hearing of a conversation carried on
in an ordinary tone. "Now. what is
it? Speak quickly if you have any
thing to tell me!”
“I got a heap to say," answered the
girl with a scowl. Her manner was
still fierce and repellant, and she gave
Betty a certain jealous regard out or
her black eyes which the latter was
at a loss to explain. "Where's Mr.
Tom?” she demanded.
'Tom? Why. about the place. I
suppose—In his office, perhaps." So
it had to do with Tom. . . . Betty
felt sudden disgust with the situation.
“No. he ain't about the place, eith
er! He done struck out for Memphis
two hours after sun-up, and what’s
more, he ain't coming back here to
night—" There was a moment of si
lence. The girl looked about appre
hensively. She continued, fixing her
black eyes on Betty: "You're here
alone at Belle Plain—you know what
happened when Mr. Tom started tor
Memphis last time—1 reckon you-ali
ain't forgot that!”
Betty felt a pallor steal over her
face. She rested a hand that shook
on the trunk of a tree to steady her
self. The girl laughed shortly.
"Don't be so scared; I reckon Belle
Plain's as good as his if anything
happened to you?”
By a great effort Betty gained a
measure of control over herself. She
took a step nearer and looked the girl
steadily in the face.
"Perhaps you will stop this sort of
talk, and tell me what Is going to
happen to me—if you know?" she said
quietly.
"Why do you reckon Mr. Norton
was shot? I can tell you why—It
was all along of you—that was why!"
The girl's furtive glance, which
searched and watched the gathering
shadows, came back as It always did
to Betty's pale face. "You ain't no
safer than he was. I tell you!” and
she sucked In her breath sharply be
tween her full red lips.
"What do you mean?" faltered
Betty.
"Do you reckon you're safe here in
the big house alone? Why do you
reckon Mr. Tom cleared out for Mem
phis? It was because he couldn't be
around and have anything happen to
you—that was why!" and the girl
sank her voice to a whisper. "You
quit Belle Plain now—tonight—Just as
soon as you can!"
"This Is absurd—you are trying to
frighten me!"
“Did they stop with trying to fright
en Charley Norton?" demanded Uess.
with harsh Insistence.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Great Emperors Pet Name
_ *#■ _
to **ome Cwxc German war Lord
Perm ta *>mae*f to 3c Known
a> -Willy.”
I* the *0*111 Hi.me r«Bpl|ln
there a a* intimate p-raonai story of
Emperor Will ant s only daughter.
V u-i aria Lame, la which many new
facia are brought out about the era
yon* and empress of Germany Fol
fcrvtcc is a brief el tract -
Tbe emperor, is absence of hts
news rt. speaks of her as ‘my wife;'
tbe empress it tbe borne circle ad
draini him as Willy' Tbe former
all odea to bis family. from the crown
prince to tbe princess, as my young
«aos.‘ tbe Inner speaks of them not
by «He but as my children.' both e«
presoir.es no cle.trly conveying the
rlosi entering sttachmenL
Tory often tbe emperor gives evl
deace s' uaenpactsd moments of the
eoer-preaent thought with him of bis
family At ftains, when they were
■mail children, and he was being «o
tertalned at state banquets as the
guest of princes or cities, he would
slip bonbons Into his pocket, quietly
saying. These are for the young
ones, something brought home al
ways tastes better; I know that from
1 experience.'
"It Is told of the emperor that in
Rome, when he was selecting a gown
; to take home as a present to the em
Prpaa. a relative advised as choice an
elaborate creation, mainly of lace.
Impossible!* be answered. 'With the
children constantly clambering over
ker. It would soon be In ribbons.’ **
Deellne of Repentance.
Repentance—once so universally
practiced at this season of the year,
u well as on birthdays, and some
times on Sundays—Is rapidly becom
ing one of the obsolete virtues. Even
i novelists seem to have grown tired of
1 “wabbling" heroine, the lady who
i plunged Into exotic slna one day and
; b«took herself (metaphorically.) to a
nunnery the next, only to join the
army of backsliders with greater zest
than ever as soon as her fit' of peni
j fence was over. Despite copybook
maxima warning the unwary of the
futility of indulging in lamentation
over spilt milk, repentance has flour
I Ished exceedingly, and women espe
| dally have hitherto always manlfest
j ed a strong bias in that direction.
Repentance needs leisure, and that
may be why It is gradually going out
I of fashion. People have no time to
j look backwards, and. moreover, they
are now realizing the futility of doin^
so. Like Omar Khayyam, they under
stand that no one can rub out what
the moving Finger has written, and
lhat tears are powerless to undo what
has once been done.—Exchange
Wants a Leap Year Proposal.
Pittsfield. Mass.—Adam Turner, Sr.,
forty-eight years old, announces
through a local paper that he wants
to get married, and any woman who
has always been economical and sav
ing is eligible to sue for his hand. He
is by trade an lnteror decorator. His
only son is twenty-one years old.
Curran and the Irish Chief Justice.
Lord Norbury held his post as Irish
chief Justice. In defiance of hints that
he should resign, until he was 87.
When he was 86 it was suggested to
him very strongly by the Lord Lieu
tenant that he ought to go. but the
negotiations were broken off by Nor
bury challenging the envoy to fight.
His rambling and irrelevant com
ments often annoyed counsel. Once
when he was maundering on he was
interrupted by a sound which he only
partially heard but which was really
the braying of a donkey. "What
noise was that?” he asked. “Merely
an echo of the court, m'lud." replied
Curran gravely.
Another Judge called Fletcher, a
very surly person, said to counsel.
"Sir. IH not sit here to be baited like
a bear tied to the stake." “No. not
tied, ‘m’lud." was the suave interrup
tion.—Westminster Gazette.
That Will Get You Out.
—OneTof the best ways In which to
break up & cold Is to manage some
how to get free tickets to the grand
opera.
COMBINATION OF EXCELLENT QUALITIES OF
CLYDE, SHIRE AND PERCHERON HORSES
_
Idea! Type of All Three Great Breeds Is Nearly the Same—AH
Breeders Seek to Achieve Improvement Over Orig
inal Animals of District.
FercHc-on Stallion •Hocfie.”
It Is, as a rule, well to stick to one
breed of horses and to breed that one
j which has the greatest number of
; good stallions in one's district. Under
j Dean Curtiss, however, at the Iowa
J college, Ames, Iowa, an effort ts being
j made to combine the best that is in
| the Shire and Clyde horses, and the
| resources of the college fully justify
| the experiment and also the kind of
horses tha’. are being produced. Many
of our movt successful show horses
I have resulted from a cross of Clyde
and Perchercn, Clyde and Shire or
Shire and Pcrcheron in varying de
| gree. The ideal type of all' three
i great breeds i£ nearly the same; all
seek improvement over the original
j horse of their districts, and when a
j judge enters the ring, although he is
forced to make allowance for differ
: ences in each breed, yet he has pretty
much the same standard in his mind
| for all. The Ideal begins with deep
feet, yet not boxy, bet with wide
; hoof heads and a broad elastic heel
! and frog. The set of the pasterns
must be oblique to give plenty of
spring and save concussion, plenty of
i breadth in canon bone and tendon
with quality, big muscular forearms,
with the muscle coming down evenly,
: not in bunches, both for strength and
to denote muscular tendency through
out. Head and neck strong without
coarseness, but denoting strong vital
ity. The draft horse's shoulder may
be • straighter than the carnage
| horse's, but it should be oblique
enough for the horse to wear himself
well and travel easily, which will not
j be the case with an upright shoulder,
i or if the legs are not truly set on the
i body the latter point is often over
| looked. A shortish back and a good
| girth and barrel, with plenty of
spread underneath coming from
length of shoulders and quarters and
big muscular thighs and stifles are
i needed and the hock should be long
and deep and clean, with a proper
alignment to the stifles an.-* hip bone.
It will be found in seeking these
points that every breed txs serious
and. in fact, disqualifying tl;fferences.
and Item Curtiss is merely doing
what has bfcen frequently f ine with
other breeds when he tries 'b take a
short cut by combining graw Shires
with Clydes and uniting the excellen
cies of both. That it will take time
and an intensification of the desired
horse by inbreeding is nothing against
the experiment.
A great deal has been done in both
Shire and Clyde to improve them, but
some sire has been sacrificed to get
perfection of hoof and pastern in the
one breed, and the Clyde was never
a heavy barreled horse, the Scotsman
preferring a quick, active, grain-fed
horse to one which consumed more
hay, an article he is not apt to be
overburdened with. The great back
ribs and barrel of the Shire will be
well carried on Clyde legs, the head
will be improved, while there is an
upstandingness and presence about
the great Shire horses that are im
pressive. The Shire horse is a con
sistent puller. He will pull without
result for a long time without becom
ing discouraged, while the Clyde horse
gets into action much quicker and at
the second or third step is in the full
swing of his walk, so that a good deal
will be gained by a combination of
mental qualities expressed in action.
I realize the immense debt we owe to
foreign importations, but can never
rest satisfied until we have developed
either new breeds or adapted old
ones entirely to our conditions, both
general and local, as has been done
’ in the case of the American trotter,
saddle horse and Poland China hog.
To make no efTort to do this is a
negation of the genius of the Amer
ican agriculturist to meet a variety
of soil and climatic conditions by
i breeding animals suited to their en
' vironment.
I
i
Royal Duke, Champion Shire Stallion.
NITROGEN DECIDES
FERTILITY OF SOIL
I »
In the Body of Plant or Animal
It Is One of Most Import
ant Elements.
(By C. C. WENTZLER)
To most people soil is either rich or
poor.
If a soil Is productive. It is regarded
as rich; on the other hand if only lim
I ited and inferior crops can be raised,
the soil is regarded as proportionate
ly worthless.
Few people excepting those who
have made more or less of a study of
the soil are aware that, practically,
one element decides the fertility of
the soil. This is nitrogen.
Nitrogen is one of the most im
portant elements in nature. It bal ,
ances the air 60 that we can breathe !
It. Without nitrogen to hold the oxy- j
1 gen in check, it would be absolutely
impossible to strike a match. A |
spark would cause an explosion that
could be heard as far as the sun while j
every living thing would be instantly
destroyed.
In the body of plant 6r animal, it
is one of the most important elements.
In the soil it is the principle element
which decides its fertility. Soils are
rich or poor according to the amount
of nitrogen they contain, especially
with regard to the other elements
which make up the soil. It is from
the soil that most plants get their j
nitrogen and it is from these plants
that we get flesh, butter and eggs, in
the shape of protein.
Profits in Onions.
The man who reads4 of $1,000 to
$2,000 profits per acre In onions or in
any other crop loses his head to the
extent of planting a half-acre as a
first venture, not knowing whether his
soil and climate are adapted to the
crop or what chances of sale cr stor
age he has. does not use proper dis- -
cretion.
Peas and Tomatoes.
Where there is a good market for
both peas and tomatoes these crops
may be grown together to good ad
vantage. The peas should be planted
as soon as the ground can be prepared
and the tomatoes are set after danger
of hard frost, which, in most sec
tions of the north, will not be before
the fifteenth or twentieth of May. If
the rows of peas are four feet apart,
two or three pea plants must be re
moved at the required distances in
the rows to make a place for each
tomato plant, 1, e.. If the tomato
plants are to stand four feet apart
each way the pea plants will be re
moved at intervals of four feet in
the row. This plan has been used
with entire success in Pennsylvania.
Rations for Shoats.
Nine parts of corn and one part of
tankage make the best and cheapest
rations for growing shoats, and will
operate to reduce the amount of corn
consumed for each pound of gain, com
pared with a ration of corn only.
PICKED OUT THE WRONG EYE
Physician Meant Well Enough but Ha
Had Left the Motorman Serious
ly Handicapped.
Frank E. Payne, a member of the
state railroad commission, said when
investigating a trolley accident re
cently. he was told of a motorman on
a work car who was running at high
\ speed when the trucks left the rails
; because of snow and sleet, and the
car was thrown on the side of the
i right of way, bringing up against a
j telephone pole.
“The motorman was not seriously
hurt, but was cut and bruised about
j the head and face by flying glass. He
was carried to a physician’s office
where his wounds were dressed and
■ bandaged. When the physician had
placed the last pin. he asked the
wounded man ff he felt like he could
walk.
“ ’Sure, I can walk all right,’ re
turned the patient, ’but I wish you
would fix those bandages so I can
see.’
“ ‘Why, man,' returned the physi
cian, I left one of your eyes uncovered
for the purpose.’
" ‘But, doc, that eye you left uncov
ered is a glass one.’ ”—Indianapolis
News.
ECZEMA IN RED BLOTCHES
205 Kanter Ave., Detroit, Mich.—
"Some time last summer I was taken
with eczema. It began in my hair
first with red blotches, then scaly,
spreading to my face. The blotches
were red on my face, dry and scaly,
jot large; on my scalp they were
larger, some scabby. They came on
tny hands. The Inside of my hands
Were all little lumps as though full of
fchot about one-sixteenth of an inch
tnder the skin. Then they went to
Ihe outside and between and all over
fny fingers. It also began on the bot
toms of my feet and the calves of my
legs, and itch, oh, mv! I never had
anything like it and hope I never will
fcgain. The itching was terrible. My
hands got so I could scarcely work.
“I tried different eczema ointmefits
But without results. I also took medi
cine for it but it did no good. I saw
the advertisement for a sample of
Cuticura Ointment and Soap and sent
for one. They did me so much good
I bought some more, using them as
per directions, and in about three
weeks I was well again. Cuticura Soap
and Ointment entirely cured me.”
(Signed) Benj. Passage, Apr. 8, 1912.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address
post-card “Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston.”
Needed Help.
Charles D. Hilles, secretary of the
president, says the funniest adverise
ment he ever saw was stuck up in
front of a grocery store on a side
street in Cincinnati. It reads thus:
"Twins are come to me for ths
third time. This time a boy and a
g'll. I beseech my fr* iPtla and pa
trons to support me stoutly.”—Pop
ular Magazine.
Proof.
Mrs. Casey (sitting up in bed)—
Moilke, did yez put out the cat?
Mr. Casey—Oi did.
Mrs. Casey—Oi don't belave it!
Mr. Casey—Well, if yez think Oi'm
a liar, get up and put 'er out yerself.
Work, that is the great physician.
He heals most of the wounds of man
kind.—Marjorie Benton Cooke.
A CURB FOR PILES.
Cole’s Carbolisalve stops itching and pain-*
and cures piles. All druggists. 25 and 50c.
A man has no use for a W’oman who
attempts to convince him that he is
wrong and succeeds in doing it.
Red Cross Ball Blue, all blue, best bluing
value in the whole world, makes the laun
dress smile.
Some girls are given away in mar
riage and some throw themselves
away.
Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children
teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma
tiou, allays pain, cures wind colic. 25c a bottle.
Modern young men court in haste
and repent at leisure.
NERVOUS
DESPONDENT
WOMEN
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—Their Own Statements
So Testify.
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and was so nervous
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I began to take Ly
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ing spells. I sleep
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■ 1 will recommend
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-Mrs. Mary Halstead, Platea, Pa.,
Box 98.
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iia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound
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-Mrs. Amelia Dahl, Walcott, N.
Dakota.
r IJ, w‘Bt adrice write to
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