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IN C0N8TANT AGONY.
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.
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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."
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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?"
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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
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"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.
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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."
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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!"
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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."
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only produces all the good effects to be
obtained from the use of Goiden Seal
root, in all stomach, liver and bowel
troubles, as in dyspepsia, biliousness, con
stipation, ulceration of stomach and
bowels and kindred ailments, but the
Golden Seal root, used in its compound
ing la greatly enhanced in its curative ac
tion by other ingredients such as Stone
root, Black Cherry bark, TUoodroot, Man
drake root and chemically pure triple
reflned glycerine.
"The Common Sense Medical Adviser,"
is sent free in paper covers on recclpt of
21 one-cent stamps to pay the cost of mail
ing only. 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.
"Aren't you ashamed to go around
begging with a breath like that?"
"It's the best I can afford. Beggars
can't use champagne for a breath per
fume.—Judge.
GOOD BLOOD FOR BAD
Rheumatism and Other Blood Dls
eases are Cured
by
Or. Williams'
Pink Pills.
"In the lead mines I was at work on my
knees with my elbows pressed against
rock walls, in dampness and extremes of
cold," said Mr. J. G. Meukel, of 2975
Jack sou avenue, D,ubuque, Iowa, in de
scribing his experience to a reporter,
"and it is not surprising that I con
tracted rheumatism. For three years I
had attacks affecting the joints of my
ankles, knees and elbows. My ankles
and knees became so swollen I conld
scarcely walk on uneven ground nnd a
little pressure frotn a stone under my
feet would cause me so much pain that I
would nearly sink down. I was often
obliged to lie in bed for several days at a
time. My friends who were similarly
troubled were getting no relief frotn
doctors and I did not feel encouraged to
tbrow money away for nothing. By
chance I read the story of Robert Yates,
of the Klauer Manufacturing Co., of
Dubuque, who had a very bad case of
rheumatism. I decided to try Dr. Wil
liams' Pink Pills for Pale People, the
remedy he had used. In three or four
weeks after beginning to use the pills, I
was tuuch better and in three months I
was well. The swelling of the joints
and the teudern'ess disappeared, I could
work steadily and for eight years I have
had no return of the trouble. My whole
family believe in Dr. Williams' Pink
Pills. Both my sons use them. We
consider them a household remedy that
we are sure about."
What Dr.Williams' Piuk Pills did for
Mr. Meukel they are doing for hundreds
of others. Every dose sends galloping
through the veins, pure, strong, rich, red
blood that strikes straight at the cause of
all ill health. The new blood restores
regularity, and braces all the organs for
thRiv special tasks. Got the g«niiinf Dr.
Williams' Pink Pills at your druggists'
or direct from the Dr. Williams Medi
cine Go., Schenectady, N.Y.
Mother's Cooking.
Jawback—My mother's cooking—
Mrs. Jawback—Well, she deserves
it. But I didn't think you'd acknowl
edge it so shortly after her death.
Important to Mothers.
Eramtno carcfully e-rery bottle of CASTOHIA,
a aafe and sure remedy for infanta and children,
and see that it
Bear* the
Signature of
X7W For Orer 30 Years.
The Kind Yoa Bare Always Bought.
that
She—So you really Imagine
smoking benefits you?
He—I know it does. My mother-in
law leaves the room the miuute I light
my pipe.
Mrs. 'Winalow'a Soothing Syrap.
For children teething, eoftenn the guras, reduces te»
flaxxunaUon, allay* pala,
cares wind collu. 25c a bottl*.
Happy is he who never knows when
he gets the woipt of It. ,:_v
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