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A West Virginian's Awful Distress Through Kidney Troubles. W. L. Jackson, merchant, of Park ersburg. W. Va., sayB: "Driving about in bad weather brought kidney trou bles on me, and I suffered 20 years with sharp, cramp ing pains in the back and urinary disor ders. I often had to get up a dozen times at night to urinate. Retention set in, and I was obliged to UBB the catheter. I took to my bed, and the doctors falling to help, began using Doan's Kidney Pills. The urine Boon came freely again, and the pain gradu ally disappeared. I have been cured eight years, and though over 70, am a.i active as a boy." Sold by all dealers. 50 cents & box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Pa thought a minute, looked sheep ish, and then said, as he backed out of the room: "Oh, that's a wether." iff "Jacob Rlis, the sociologist," said a lawyer of New York, "has a soft heart. Everything interests him. His sym pathy flows out in every direction. The poor have in him indeed a true friend. "Mr. Rila sat in my anteroom one morning, waiting to consult me. Near him a young girl clicked busily on a typewriter. She was pretty and neat, with dear eyes and soft hair, but per haps she was a little pale.. "As Mr. Rlis regarded her, so young and fresh, working hard in a stuffy of fice while her more fortunate sisters were riding or motoring in the park," he felt sorry for her, and he said gen tly: "Do you never get tired, you young stenographers, of eternally pounding away on those keys?' 'Ah, yeB, we do, indeed,' said the young girl. 'Then what do you do?' Mr. Rlis asked. •"'Then, as a rule,' she answered, smiting*'we marry our employers.'" THE "COFFEE HEART." It ts as Dangerous as the Tobacco or Whisky Heart. "CofTee heart'' is common to many coffee users and is liable to send the owner to his or her long home if the drug is persisted in. You can run 30 or 40 yards and find out if your heart is troubled. A lady who, was once a victim of the "coffee heart" writes from Oregon: "I have been a habitual user of cof fee all my fife and have suffered very much in recent years from ailments which I became satisfied were directly due to the poison in the beverage, such as torpid liver and indigestion, which in turn made my complexion blotchy and muddy. "Then my heart became affected. It would beat most rapidly just after I drank my coffee, and go below normal as the coffee effect wore off. Some times my pulse would go as high as 137 beats to the minute. My family were greatly alarmed at my condition and at last mother persuaded me to begin the use of Postum Food Coffee. "I gave up the old coffee entirely and absolutely, and made Postum my sole table beverage- This was six months ago, and all my ills, the indi gestion, inactive liver and rickety heart action, have pased away, and my complexion has become clear and natural. The improvement set in very noon after I made the change, just jas soon as the coffee poison had time* to work out of my system. "My husband has also been greatly benefited by the use of Postum, and we find that a simple breakfast with Pofltum is as satisfying and more strengthening than the old heavier meal we used to have-with the other |lnd of coffee." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There's a reason. Read the little hook, "The Road to WellvUle," in pkgs. 4 IV 1 1 Such Is Life. And so they are married. The day after the parson collected his fee the newly-elected freight payer said: "Darling, you certainly have lovely teeV.h." "I'm so glad you like them, dear," rejoined her bridelets. "They were a Christmas present from grandma three yearn ago." Deafness Cannot Be Cured br local application*, as tliey cannot reach tbe dlt- ney bv •wed portion of tbe ear. There Is only one way to cure deafness, and tbat by constitutional remodles. mucous lining of the Eustachian Tube. Wben tbla tube la Inflamed you have a rumbling sound or Im perfect hearing, and when It la entirely cloaed, Deaf neaa la the rotnlt.and unleaa the Inflammation can be taken out and tills tube restored to Its normal condi tion, hearing will be destroyed forever nine case* out (if tea. .are caused by Catarrh. which la nothing put Mi Inflamed condition of the inuuotm surfaces. Deafness ft cauaed by »n Inflamed condition of tlio We will give Ono Hundred Dollar* for any case of Peafaess (caused by catarrh) tbat cannot Be cured by Hall'sCttarrb Cure. Send for circular*, free. F. J. CHENIlT fe CO., Toledo, 0. Bold by I)rnftel«ta, 7Rc,. Take Hall's Family Fill* for constipation. An Altered Case. A story is told of a certain newly appointed judge who remonstrated with counsel as to the way In which he was arguing his case. "Your honor," said the lawyer, "you argued such a case in a similar way when you were at the bar." "Yes, I admit that," quietly replied the Judge. "But that was the fault of the Judge who allowed it." They Do, Too. 51 fv? I r*'/ A J? Pa's Little Joke. kj. "PtL," said Willie, "an equine means a horse ,doesn't it?" "Yes." "And an ox is a kind of cow, Isn't it?" "Yes, one kind." "Well, what kind of ablamed thm% la this equine ox everybody's talking about?" »f CHAPTER XIII—Continued. Terrified, dazed, Hilda stood for a second riveted to the spot The next instant she was tearing across the room. Clutching the bell she rang, and rang, and rang unceasingly, de termined to alarm all and bring in stant help. "Thank heaven!" she gasped. Footsteps were approaching. Not few, but many. The sound of those footsteps was thunderingly loud. Now the door was being flung open, and Into the room people were rush ing. Hilda just saw them—just realized that help had come—then she sank faJnting to the ground. CHAPTER XIV. "How did it happen?" Dr. Bennett asked the question in a tone of reproof as he took a chair at Hilda's side. "Tell me first, is my husband—" Slie had not the courage to finish the question, "He still lives. Mercifully his injury is merely a flesh wound. But the shock of it has still further excited his mind." "I must get up and go to him," she said, rising from the sofa. •tp-y "Excuse my insisting first on hear ing how the accident happened. Did you give to this invalid, whom you know to be suffering from nervous ex citement, a loaded revolvei Her ears alone must learn that se cret, if possible. "But, Lady Ellingham, you are not hurrying back to his room?" asked Dr. Bennett, quickly. "Yes I will not leave my post of duty until Nurse Eleanor arrives." "You will telegraph for her at once?" "Yes." Three minutes later Hilda was at Sir George's side. It was the last day of solitary nurs ing, but the first of many shared with Nurse Eleanor. The latter, a silent, gentle-mannered woman, who loved Hilda more than, any other mortal, came immediately in response to that telegram. "You will never allow anything that my husband may say when he is deli rious to escape your lips?" were al most the first words Hilda said to her. "Whatever he may say shall go down with me to the grave," was the answer, and Hilda knew that that promise would hold good forever. Days passed ,and the greater part of each of those days Hilda spent at the sick man's side, listening with fear to his hurriedly-uttered, broken sen tences. But, sometimes, Audrey in sisted on sharing those vigils. To her those broken sentences meant nothing. They were only disjointed words, the wandering thoughts of a feverish brain, and she merely listened to them mechanically. The heavy burden of an aching heart had deadened her powers of observation. Friends had written to tell her that Reggie was leaving England soon, and that he was looking very ill and un happy—"quite an altered man." And Audrey knew that the reason of that alteration was their engagement and its mysteriously quick and incom prehensible end. Soon lands and seas would divide them, and distance, alas! must strengthen the wall of silence be tween them. The longer she pondered over this hourly approaching separa tion, the greater her yearning became to frustrate it. Why should she accept unchallenged the complete wrecking of her life's happiness? Her hands tin gled to write to the man she loved and to tell him that nothing on earth would alter her love for him. He had put forward no reason for the severance of their engagement. His letter was kindly and gently worded. Between the lines of it she read that an aching, unhappy heart had dictated each word. Yet it required courage to contest its decree. A letter might fall into other hands than hie! And no written words could FALSELY CONDEMNED 7 "Yes, two or three days ago. He asked for it and I, in a moment of superlative folly, gave in to his re quest. I was in the act of taking it away—for after what you said this morning I dared not let him retain it— when he suddenly became unmanage able and seized me. I called for help and was not heard. Then I threw the revolver away, and as it fell it went off. I trust that you believe what I say?" 'I do. Lady Ellingham. Now we will think of -the future. You must instant ly have a trained nurse, or better still, two." "One only, please. An old governess of mine is a qualified nurse. I will telegraph to her. She and 1 will nurse Sir George between us." "There will be much fer you both to do. He has brain fever. I expect ed it would come to this. His mind will hover between unconsciousness and delirium for weeks." "Delirious people talk a great deal— do they not?" "Yes and by that means we shall probably learn the secret of what is on his mind." "Yes," agreed Hilda, suddenly ris ing and moving towards the door. .:§p /y ht' BY Mr&. E. Bagot Harte. fn *43 possess the persuasive words of those she uttered. "I will go to him," she said to her self, with sudden animation, "risk be ing misunderstood—risk all. But he would never misunderstand me. He would know that I acted from the pur est of motives. Of a certainty a wom an has a divine right to cling to tlie man she adores. Yes, I will go up to London to-morrow, leave here by the first train and come back by the last. I should prefer not telling any one where I am going, and whom I am go ing to see, but, in justice to Hilda, I must not keep the matter a secret from her. Whatever the results, I shall always know that I acted for the best." She was happier now—happier than she had been since the terrible mo meat when the letter ending her en gagement had arrived. "Audrey, have you had good news?" Hilda asked the question in a whisper. "No but I have just come to a very courageous decision,' 'was the reply, spoken in an equally low tone. "I am going up to London to-morrow to see Reggie, and to point out to him what a very foolish man he is to break off his engagement with charming me." "But you are not going alone?" "Of course I am. Please don't ad vise me to ask Aunt Mary to take the chair at the interview. The subject to be discussed would make no progress if she did. I am going alone and un chaperoned, and no argument will avail to shake my decision." With the last words on her lips, Au drey opened the door and the next moment she was gone. "She ought not to go, and I ought not to let her go," was Hilda's mental ver dict. But at that moment the patient's in creasing restlessness drove all thoughts foreign to his sufferings out of her mind. It was evening, and the fever was higher than it had been on any previous occasion. "Worse than yesterday, worse than the day before. How much longer will he be able to fight against the dread enemy, death?" She asked herself the question with a look of anguish. "And only a few weeks ago we believed that almost unending would be our happy married life." But the present was not the mo ment for thinking inactively. To her there remained still the sweetness of soothing the man she loved. A nurse by nature, ideally comforting were all her soothing actions to the suffering man. Now his excited eyes were turn ed toward her. Now his weak hands were trying to clasp hers. He knew nothing, he understood nothing, yet he was sensible of the comforting power of her presence. The long hours of night dragged slowly by. Thin streaks of gold and red stole across the east ern horizon, and with the dawn came calmer moments to the sufferer. "This has been his worst night," said Hilda, as Nurse Eleanor entered to take her watch in the sick room. There was no reply. For the nurse had jointed together many of the sick man's broken sen tences, and thereby solved the secret of his mental illness. For him death would be kinder than life, she knew. Now that the anxieties of nursing were temporarily removed from Hilda's mind she hurried at once to Audrey's room. "Gone already!" she exclaimed, look ing round. "I ought to have inter vened I ought to have stopped her going." Too late now to do aught in the mat ter. Already Audrey was in the train. By 10 o'clock she reached London. De pressingly uninviting the metropolis looked to her eyes on this morning, for a thick yellow fog enveloped it. Yet the visible dreariness of her present surroundings was small indeed in com parison to the secret dreariness that would be hers If her mission failed. "You'll find It difficult work getting along to-day, miss," said the porter at Waterloo Station, who hailed her cab. "It's bad enough here but on the other side of the river you can scarcely see yout 'and before you." 4 But to deviate from her projected plans was not in Audrey's nature. Very slowly did the cabman drive, yet with all his care he was unable to keep his bearings. Heavy, lumbering vehicles seemed always to be looming up alarmingly near. More than once he drew up, fearful of proceeding. "Fog's getting worse," said a voice near at hand during one of the tempo rary stoppages of the cab. The speak er was invisible. Should she return to the station? Au drey asked herself. Return to weeks, months and years of wondering why the blight of a brok en heart was hers? What mattered the present density of atmosphere? What mattered anything that was only of a few hours' duration, in comparison to the long years of happy life that would be before her as Reggy's wife.? What ever fate had decreed that she must face in order to secure an interview with him she wouk .'".ce. Once riore the cabman was reining up the horse with a jerk. It was a well-timed stoppage! A large brewer's van was perilously near. Now the cab faff cautiously this time. Just then some men passed carrying torches. "Can you tell us where we are?" ask ed one of them. "All I can tell you is tl^it you're a getting in my way," replied Audrey's cabman, indignantly. "If you stand right in front of my 'orse's 'ead, 'ow can I drive on?" "It's you who're a-getting in our way. What business 'ave you with your 'orse on the pavement, like to know?" was the reply, spoken with equal indig nation. "Oh, 'e's on the pavement, is 'e? Per haps you'll be so good, then, as to show 'im the way off. 'E don't want to stay there. The road's more to 'is lik ing," replied the cabman, with sublime good nature. "Take 'im off yourself!" was the an swer. Carefully was the advice acted on and a moment later the horse's head was once more pointed northwards. Attended by hair-breadth escapes from collisions, the driver eventually found himself on Westminster bridge. "I'm thinking, miss, that I shall do better feeling my way on the embank ment than by going along the Strand," said the cabman, addressing Audrey. "Then go by the embankment," she answered. "Whichever way we go, it'll be slow ish work, mis3." He was right. Half an hour passed and they had only gone a short dis tance, and during the succeeding half hour almost less progress was made. "Once at Reggie's chambers, how shall I be able to return to Waterloo?" Audrey thought to herself, anxiously. "Perhaps it would be wiser to stay at the Hotel Cecil than to attempt to re turn. But Hilda would be anxious about me if I failed to reappear at Carleton Park to-day. Oh, shall I ever get even to Reggie's? How slowly the man is driving! How—" That sentence died unfinished in Au drey's mind! She leaned forward, lis tening breathlessly. Quickly approach ing at a breakneck pace was a heavy vehicle no need to tell her that the horse belonging to it was running away no need to tell her that danger threatened! The cab was standing still! Should she get out? Seek safe ty on the pavement? But where was the pavement? The awfulness of the impenetrable darkness about her! Now with the noise of thunder the heavy vehicle was dashing past. PastT No! Crash! The runaway horse had dash ed into the cabman's waiting horse and the oncoming heavy cart had lurched over, falling upon the poor, struggling, prostrate steed. Sickening to hear were the screams of the wounded ani mal that instantly rent the air. Horri fied and terror-stricken, Audrey clung to the swaying cab. But only for a second did it sway marvelously it re covered its balance. "Are you hurt, miss?" shouted the driver, as he climbed quickly down, from the seat. "Not in the least," she answered, in a frightened voice. "Then get out quickly before you are. There's no knowing what that poor beast mayn't do. He's pretty well kill ed, I imagine, though he be kicking awful." Instantly Audrey alighted greatly did she long to escape from the blood curdling sounds of the struggling horse. Very thankful was she that darkness hid him from her sight. But that same darkness also kept her an unwilling listener to all that was hap pening. "Oh, what will you do?" she. cried, turning to the cabman. (To Be Continiied.) WHEN IS A MAN OLD? Question Largely of Heredity and Tent* perament. "It is interesting to note how differ ently different people recognize and ac cept the fact that age is stealing upon them, and at what different periods of life they will draw the line which is to •mark the beginning of the down-hill journey," said Homer B- Townsend, Omaha. "Shakespeare called John of Gaunt 'old John of Gaunt, time honor ed Lancaster,' while he was yet short of fifty. Sir Francis Head thought himself old when he wrote 'Bubbles From the Brunnen,' and yet he was a lively writer more than thirty years after. Teniers painted better than ever after he was eighty, and Titian worked almost up to ninety."—Milwau kee Free Press. Matrimonial Safeguards No parent should permit a child to "marry until the prospective bride or bridegroom can produce from a repu table insurance company an accept ance of his or her life at ordinary rates. Here is a ready means to hand of determining fitness its adoption would no doubt increase the number of runaway matches to some extent, but it would help to give pause to hasty and emotional people.—The Hospital, The Point of View. "Henry, if I were a young man like you, and expected to have to make my own way in the world some day, should try to make my expenses com* within my income." "Father, if I were as rich as you are, and had only one son, I'd try to bring his income up to his expenses."—Chi' cago Tribune. One Way. "My manuscripts," complained the young writer despondently, "are al» ways coming back to me." "I'll tell you," said the editor genial ly, "how you can manage all that." "Oh, how?" cried the other, bright ening hopefully. "Don't Inclose any stamps."—Phil* FLED BEFORE WOMAN'S PISTOL How Mrs. Reader Put Stop to Impu dence of Peruvian. In her story of "Ella Rawls Reader, Financier," contributed in Every body's, Juliet Wibor Tompkins tells the following incident of a struggle oi 'Mrs. Reader's in Peru: "After eight months of useless struggle she went to out Callao, which is about half an hour by rail from Lima, with her Peruvian lawyer, Scotch Interpreter, and American en gineer, and forced the manager to open the warehouses and let her make an inspection of the machinery. The manager had met her with his law yers, and the hour for argument be fore she gained her point had been something of* a strain. During the whole process a Peruvian on the Hag gin side had been standing close to Mrs. Reader, his Jittle, narrowed eyes staring with that deliberate insolence only Latins can accomplish. The company went out into the wareroom where the machinery lay and the dif ficult business of a hurried inspection went forward, but still the bullying stare never ceased. After about two hours of it, the fine edge of that hid den temper of her suddenly sprang up. She whirled on him with a blaze of words that needed no interpreter, and all at once his stare was being re turned by a fierce little pistol held in a strong white hand and quite ready for business. "The gentleman of Peru neither apologized nor retracted he incon tinently fled. And he was not the only one. Like shadows the men flitted out of the dusky warehouse, leaving the dangerous woman a clear field. When she looked about there was no one in sight but two Irish porters, and in their eyes were sympathetic twin kles, meeting which, Mrs. Reader could only sink down helpless with laughter and put up her pistol." The Dentist and the Alligator. Roy Farrell Greene, the president of the American Society of Curio Col lectors, told at a dinner of dentists an appropriate story. "A dentist," he said, "was once traveling in the East, and in the Ganges his boat overturned and he was obliged to strike out for the shore. "As the dentist swam sturdily through the muddy' water an enor mous alligator suddenly rose up be fore him. The alligator opened its enormous jaws, and the next instant would have been the dentist's last, only—just in time—the man hap pened to notice the great reptile's sharp, white teeth, and an idea struck him. "He drew a probe from his pocket, and, pressing it into the alligator's gums, he said: "'Does this hurt you?' "The alligator screamed with pain, and the dentist, amid its great agony, made good his escape."—Philadelphia Inquirer. Too Late to Sort Cats. Jim Crocker lived in an old tum ble-down house in a little town in Massachusetts. The cellar windows being broken out, an opportunity was afford to stray cats to run in and out, and sometimes there would be quite a congregation. We lost our pet cat one evening, and thinking she might have joined the happy throng, we sent our man over to ask "Uncle Jim" if he would fake a look and see if she was among the number. He was generally pretty good-natured, but this time he was out of sorts, for he said: "Your cat may be there, or she may not be, but I ain't a-going to light up no lamp and go down in that cellar this time of night sorting out cats for nobody, so there." To Point a Moral. Almost everything ho had Thai should make a person glad Just to be alive good friends. Health, position, all that lends Happiness to most of us— I should have been happy thus! Life he loved for its own sake. And he hoped to live to make Others see his point of view. And be optimistic, too. Then one day, a little worry, Caused his mind a minute's flurry He dismissed it—It' returned Every hour. And then he learned That it would not down unsolved. As his daily task revolved This small problem interfered, With his work, and it appeared Each day larger than before. So it grew and more and more, Colored all his speech and thought Ottier ideas shrunk to naught. Day and night this worry-fed On his soul, unquieted. Till Its everlasting pain Broke his heart and wrecked his brain. When he killed himself, at last,' All who knew him were aghast Save the one who'd caused his worry, (And forgot it in a hurry That one said: "Did you know, my dear, I always did think he was—queer!" a a His Father Was Athlete. Dr. Dudley of Abington, Mass., tells this story of his man David and his housekeeper, who had great con fidence in all that David said and did: One day David was in the barn, do ing something which caused a visltoi to say: "You're quite an athlete, aren't you?" "Well, yes," replied David where upon the housekeeper, who stood near, said: "Why, I thought you told me you was Scotch." "Well," said David, "my mother was Scotch, but my father was ath lete." A Wooden Wedding. Several friends called on a New York clergyman one evening and were kept waiting for him for some time. "I'm sorry to have kept you wait ing," the minister remarked as he en tered his library, "but I have just had to perform a wooden wedding in the church." "What!" said one of his visitors. "1 never heard of such a thing. What kind of a ceremony was it?" "Oh," answered the clergyman, with a twinkle in his eye, "it was the mar riage of a couple of Poles." r„\ "r hMs Sne bp ^'4 $aNv-. Hi?*» 1 Are You Tired, Nervous"^ and Sleepless? Nervousness and sleeplessness are us ually due to the fact that the nerves are not fed on properly nourishing blood they are starved nerves. 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For 31 stamps the cloth-bound volume will be sent. Address Dr. R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N, Y. Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets cure con stipation. biliousness and headache. The Way It Grows Out West One of our readers whose veracity is above question tells the following: The terrible news comes from the western part of the Cherokee nation that a boy climbed a cornstalk to see how the corn was getting along, and now the corn is growing up faster than the boy can climb down. The boy is clear out of sight. Three men have undertaken to cut to tsalk down with axes, but it grows so fast that they can't hack twice in the same place. The boy is living on nothing but raw corn, and already has thrown down four bushels of cobs. Revenge. "After throwing me over, she re fused to give me back the ring." "That was hard, wasn't it?" "Oh, I ain't worried. I've stopped the payments. Let her fight it out with the instalment people."—Houston Chronicle. Best He Could Afford. 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