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THE MACON BEACON, MACON, MISS.
Old Lady Number 31 LOUISE FORSSLUND Author of "The Story of Sarsh" "Ths Ship of Drams" Etc Copyright by The Century Co. t 8YN0PSIS. Cftntnln Abraham Ran n.nA Anrallne. hi wife, have lost their little home through Abe's unluckv nurchase of Tena- fly Cold mining stock. Their household foods sold, the IHJO auction money, all hey have left, will place Abe In the Old Man's home, or Angy In the Old Lady's home. Both are self-sacrificing but Abe decide: "My dear, this Is the fust time I've had a chance to take the wuet of It." The old couple bid Kood-by to the little house. Terror of "what folks will say" ends them along by-paths to the gate of the Old Ladles' home. Miss Abigail, ma tron nf the Old Ladles' home, hears of me in rortune or tne old couple, sne tens the other old ladles, and Blossy, who has paid a double fee for the only double bed chamber, voices the unanimous verdict that Abe must be taken In with his wife. tAbe awakens next morning to find that he Is "Old Lady No. SI." The old ladles Sve him such a warm welcome that he made to feel at home at once. "Brother Abe" expands under the warm reception of the sisters, and a reign of peace begins In the Old Ladles' home. Abe Is the cen ter of the community. The semi-annual Visit of Blossy'a aged lover, Capt. Samuel Darby, Is due. Abe advises her to marry him. For the first time the captain falls to appear. Blossy consults Abe so often regarding Darby, his old captain In the life-saving service, that gossip begins to puis. Aunt Nancy takes Abe to task for flirting with Blossy. He Is much con cerned when he learns that Angy Is Jeal ous. Blossy drives away with Darby to b married. Abe loses popularity. The change reacts on him and the doctor or ders him to bed. Then he Is at the mercy of the old ladles. Darby comes to see him. CHAPTER XI Continued. Abraham flushed. He did not care to recall Samuel's wedding day. He hastened to ask the other what had decided him and Blossy to come to day, and was Informed that Miss Abi gail had written to tell Blossy that If she ever expected to see her "Brother Abe" alive again Bhe must come over to Shorevllle at the earliest possible moment. "Then I says ter Blossy," concluded Captain Darby, "I says, says I, 'Jest lemme see that air old henpecked Abe Rose. Ill kill him er cure him!" I says. Here, yer pipe's out Light up afln!" Abe struck the match with a trem bling hand, unnerved once more by the speculation as to what might have happened had Samuel's treatment worked the other way. "I left Blossy and Aunt Nancy a-buggln' an' a-kissin' down stairs." Abe sighed: "Aunt Nancy allers was more bark than bite." "Humph! Barkin' cats must be tryln' ter live with. Abe," he tapped the old man's knee again, "dew yew know what yew need? A leetle vaca tion, a change of air. Yew want ter cut loose from this all-fired old ladies' shebang an' go skylarkln'." Abe hung on Samuel's words, his eyes a-twinkle with anticipation. "Yes, yes, go sky larkln'! Won't we make things hum?" "Thai's hummln' an" hummln'," ob jected Abe, with a sudden show of bautlon. "Miss Abigail thinks more o' washday than some folks does o' heaven. Wharabouta dew yew cak'late on a-goln'?" "Tew Bleak Hill!" Abraham's face lost its cautious look, his eyes sparkled once more. Go iback to the life-saving station where Ihe had worked in his lusty youth iback to the sound of the surf upon the Shore, back to the pines and cedars lot the beach, out of the bondage of (dry old lavender to the goodly fra grance of balsam and sea salt! Back )to active life among men! : "Men, men, nawthin' but men!" IBamuel exploded as If he had read the wther's thought "Nawthin but men iter rv hull week, that's my prescrlp itlon fer yew! Haow dew yew feel Inaow, mate?" For answer Abe made a quick spring tout of bis chair, and in his bare feet commenced to dance a gentle, rheu-matic-toe-considering breakdown, cry ing, "Hy-gny, Cap'n Sam'l, you've saved my life!" While Darby clapped bis bands together, proud beyond measure at his success as the eman cipator of his woman-ridden friend. Neither heard the door open nor saw Angy standing on the threshold, half .paralyzed with fear and amazement, ithlnklng that Bhe was witnessing the mad delirium of a dying man, until she called out her husband's name. At the sound of her frightened voice, Abe stopped short and reached for the blanket with which to cover himself. "Naow don't git skeered, mother, don't git skeered," he adjured her. "I'm all right in my head. Cap'n iSaml here, he brung me some won derful medicine. He" "Blossy said you did!' Interrupted Angy, a light of intense gratitude dashing across her face ae she turned eagerly to Darby. "Lemme see the tottle." "I chucked It out o the winder," af Urmed Samuel without winking, and Abe hastened to draw Angy's atten tion back to himself. "See, mother, I kin stand as good s anybody; hain't got no fever; I kin walk alone. Yew seen me dancin' jest aow, tew. An1 ef I had that pesky letle banty rooster of a doctor here, I'd kick htm all the war deowa stain. Cap'n Sam'l's wuth twenty-five o' him. "Yew kept the prescription, didn't yer. cap'n?" demanded Angy. "Naow ef he should be took ag'ln an'" Samuel turned away and coughed. "Mother, mother," cried Abe. "shot the door an' come et deown er all the sisters'!! come a-pllln' In. I've had a Invite, I have." Angy closed the door and came for ward, her wary suspicious eye trailing from the visitor to her husband. "Hy-guy, ain't It splendid!" Abe burst forth, "Me an' Cap'n Sam'l here is a-goln' over ter Bleak Hill fer a week." "Bleak Hill In December!" Angy cried, aghast "Naow, see here, fa ther," resolutely, "medicine er no medicine" "He's got ter git hardened up,1 firmly Interposed Doctor Darby; "ltn be the makin' o' him." Angy turned on Samuel with ruffled feathers. "He'll freeze to death. Yew shan't" Here Abe's stubborn will, so rarely set against Angy's gentle persistence, rose up in defiance: "We're a-gwlne on a reg'lar A No. 1 spree with the boys, an' no women folks Is a-goln' ter stop us neither." "When?" asked Angy faintly, feel ing Abe's brow, but to her surprise finding it cool and healthy. "Termorrer!" proclaimed Samuel; whereupon Abe looked a little dubious and lifted up his two feet, wrapped as they were In the blanket, to deter mine the present strength of his legs. "Don't yer think yer'd better make It day after termorrer?" he ventured. "Or 'long erbout May er June?" Angy hastily amended. Samuel gave an exasperated grunt "See here, whose spree is this?" Abe demanded of the little old wife. She sighed, then resolved on strat egy: "Naow, Abe, ef yew be bound an' possessed ter go ter the beach, yew go; but I'm a-goln' visltin' tew, an' I couldn't git the pair o' us ready ln eide a week. I'm a-goin' deown ter see Blossy. She ast me Jlet naow, pendln', she says, Cap'n Sam'l here cures Abe up ernough ter git him off. I thought she was crazy then." Samuel knocked the ashes out of his pipe against the window sill and arose to go. "Waal," he said grudgingly, "make it a week from terday then, rain er shine, Bnow er blow, er a blizzard. Ef yer ever a-goin' ter git hardened, Abe, naow's the time! I'll drive over 'long erbout ten o'clock an' git some body ter sail us from here; er ef the bay freezes over 'twlxt naow an' then, ter take us In a scooter." A "scooter It may be explained, is an iceboat peculiar to the Great South bay a sort of modified dinghy on run ners. VYes yes, a Bcooter," repeated Sam uel, turning suddenly on ' Abe with the sharp Inquiry: "Air yew a-shiv-erin'? Hain't eh? Waal then, a week from terday, so be It!" he ended. "But me an' Blossy Is a-comln' ter see yew off an' on pooty frequent meanet whlle; an', Abe, ef ever I ketch yew a-layin' abed, I'll leave yer ter yer own destruction." CHAPTER XII. "A Passel of Meddlers." Angy's secret hope that Abe would change his mind and abandon the projected trip to the beach remained unfulfilled, In spite of the fact that cold weather suddenly descended on the South side, and the bay became first "scummed" over with ice, and then frozen so solid that all Its usual Craft disappeared, and the "scooters" took possession of the field. Abe and Samuel held stubbornly to their reckless Intentions; and the sis ters, sharing Angy's anxiety, grew so licitous almost to the point of active Interference. They withheld nothing In the way of counsel, criticism, or admonition which could be offered. "Naow," said Mrs. ' Homan In her most commanding tones at the end of a final discussion In the big hall, on the evening before the date set for de parture, "ef yew're bound, bent an' determined, Brother Abe, to run In the face of Providence, yew want tew mind one thing, an' wear yer best set of flannels termorrer." "Sho, thar hain't no danger of me ketchln' cold," decried Abe. "I didn't say yer thickest set of flannels; I said yer best When a man gits throwed out onto the Ice ker flump, the thickness of his clo'es ain't goln' to help him much. The fuBt thing I alius taught my husbands was to have everything clean an' whole on, when thar was any likelihood of a sud den death." "Yew 'spect me tew go an' prink up fer a sudden death?" thundered Abra ham. "I hain't never heard tell on a scooter a-klllln' nobody yit; it's them plagued Iceboats up state what " "That's all very well," persisted Mrs. Homan, not to be diverted from her subject; "but when old Doctor Billings got run over by the train at Mastic Crossin' on Fourth o' July eight year ago, bis wife told me with her own Hps that she never would git over it, cuz he had his hull big toe stlckln' out o' the end of his stockln. I tell yew, these days we've got tew prepare fer a violent end." The patient Angy somewhat tartly retorted, that during the last week she had spent even more time upon fa ther's wardrobe than she had upon her own; while Abe inwardly rejoiced to think that for seven days to come seven whole days he and Angy would be free from the surveillance of the sisters. Mrs. Homan, In no way nonplussed, boomed on: Thar, I most fergot about his necs tie. 'Course, they don't Ares VP muoh at the station; but jest ths same thai air tie o' yourn, Brother Abe, Is a dis grace. ' I told yew ysw'd ' spile It wearin' It tew bed, Naow, I got red an' green plaid what belonged, to my seoond stepson, Henry O. He never would V died o' pneumony, either, ef he'd a-took my advice an' made him self a newspaper night cap last time ha substituted with ths 'savers. An yew kin have that necktie jest as well as not Naow, don't say a word; I'm better able to part with it n yew be not to take It" No one ever attempted the fruitless task of stopping Mrs. Homan once fully launched; but when at last lbs permitted her back to rest against her chair, folding her arms with the man ner of one who makes a sacrifice In a worthy cause, Abe broke Into an ex plosive protest If any one fretted him in his some what fretful convalescence, it' was this grenadier member of the household, who since Blossy's marriage had en deavored to fill the vacant post of guardeen angel." "Mis' Holman," he sputtered, ris ing to his feet "I wouldn't wear a red an' green plaid tie to a eel's funeral! Then with a somewhat ungracious good-night" to the company in gen eral, he trudged across the hall and up the stairs, muttering something to himself about a "passel of meddlers. Well-meaning Miss Abigail, who had been nodding half asleep, roused herself to call after him, and he paused unwillingly to heed. 'Naow, don't yew lose no sleep ter- night," she admonished, "a-worryln' erbout the change In yer vlttles. I told Cap'n Sam'l that hardtack an' sech like wouldn't never do fer yer weak stummlck, an' he promised me faithful he'd send somebody tew the mainland every day fer milk." 'Dew yew think I be a baby?" shouted Abraham, turning on bis heeL "I know now what makes my teeth so. sore lately," mumbling to himself; it's from this here arrer-root an' all these puddln'y messes. They need! bardenin , tew." CHAPTER XIII. The Prodigal's Departure. Abraham was up betimes in the morning to greet a day crisp and cold. quiet yet with sufficient breeze stir ring the evergreens In the yard out side to make him predict a speedy voyage. The old man was nervous and ex cited, and, in spite of his buoyant anticipations, somewhat oppressed, now that the day had actually come, with a sense of timidity and fear. Still, he put on a bold face while Angelina fastened his refractory collar and tied his cravat. ' This was neither Mrs. Homan's of fering nor Abe's own old, frayed tie, i but a new black one which had mys terlously been thrust through . ths crack under the door during the night So, the last finishing touches having been put upon his toilet, and Angy having made ready by lamplight for her own trip, even before the old man was awake, there seemed nothing left to be done until the breakfast bell should ring. Abe sat down, and looking hard at hie open carpetbag wondered audibly If they had "everythln' In." The last time they two had packed Abe's ward robe for a visit to Bleak Hill had been many years ago, when Samuel Darby, though somewhat Abe's junior, was keeper of the life-saving station, and Abe was to be gone for a whole seat son's duty. Then all of his posses sions had been stowed in a long, bolster-like canvas bag for the short voyage. Both Angy and her husband recalled that time now the occasion of their first, and almost of their hist real separation. "A week'U pass In no time," mur mured Angy very quickly, with a catch in her voice. "Lookln' ahead, though, seven days seems awful long when yer old; but Ob, law, yes; a week'U pass in no time," she repeated. "Only dew be keerful, Abe, an' don't take cold." (TO BE CONTINUED.) FISH HOOK RECOVERS BODY Passengers From Passing Train Drag River After Boy Is Knocked Off Bridge. Using the boy's own fishing rod in grappling for his body, passengers on a Susquehanna and Western train that had knocked Paul Colombo from a bridge near Babbitt, N. J., Into the river, succeeded in booking his coat and dragging the body to the surface. The lad, who lived at Tweuty-third, and Palisade avenue. West New YorkJ was fishing on the edge of the railroad bridge with John Eichlar, when ths train due at Hackensack at 12:56 cams along. The Eichlar boy just managed to es cape injury, the pilot of the engine grazing his heel. The Colombo boy was struck on the side of the head as he tried to swing away from the rail. Engineer Vrooman saw the boy fall into the river, stopped the train, and the passengers hurried to the scene. Several boys who were swim ming near by dived time and again, but without success. Then the passengers took turns with young Colombo's fishing rod, and final ly the hook caught in the lad's coat. The body was dragged to the bank antf taken on the train to Hackensack. A Question. "Dobbs Is a mild-mannered man." Yes, he Is. I wondor if he's natural ly so, or married?" Laura JeanLibbeu's ; ; Talks on Heart Topics (Gvrneta. 1914. br the MeOiie Nnmaosr Sndkstal ARE OUR DREAMS EVER REAL. IZEO? Known mischief have their cure, But doubts have none. And better Is despair than fruitless hope mix u wiin a Killing rear. wnen a gin is sweet sixteen or thereabouts she draws her first mental picture of the Prince Charming who is destined to woo and win her, He is seldom, if ever, much beyond her age. There never yet was maid whose ten der day dreams clustered about man of middle age. Her hero Is lithe and handsome; youth given to sentimentality and writing love notes to her. She is wont to believe every word he utters. She would as soon believe that the stars could fall from the skies as that they could change toward each other. The same ideals hold fast to a girl's heart at twenty. Her first beau sets the standard by which she uncon sciously, perhaps, judges all others who evince an interest In her. Another five years drift so swiftly by that a girl is scarcely conscious of the flight of time. Her eyes still look through the rosy glasses of that twen tieth year. Youth and Its pleasures seem dearer than ever to her. Very young men still appeal to her. Her heart has not gotten beyond the early girlhood stage. To say that she has a woman's hopes, thoughts and ambi tion at. this stage cannot be said to be true In a majority of cases. At eight and twenty she begins to realize that men in their middle twen ties are too young for her. She thinks the man in bis early thirties too old to be congenial. She has formed her ideal in early youth. It does not oc cur to her to remodel it to the require' ment of the years. She has seen in her day dreams a handsome young man and Is forever furtively watching for the coming of the hero, the one in real life who corresponds with the mind picture. It is safe to say that she seldom, if ever, realizes her hopes. At five and thirty she folds away her romantic dream pictures and looks about her. seeing the world of men as they really are. It would take a long stretch of imagination for such a girl to Idealize a man fat, comfortable and forty into! being an Ideal hero. He does not talk sentiment with the fervor of youth His habits are set. His opinions are deeply rooted. Such matches are not always love matches. The man chooses her because she Is more likely to make a good, sensible wife than any other he knows of. She accepts him to rout at once and forever the fear that she will be an old maid if none other chance presents Itself. No woman Is ever justified in marry ing for such a cause. The oldest and wisest sages tell us that woman Is sure to meet her Ideal if she waits long enough. Some are destined to wed early In life, some late. But love. and love alone, should be the only rea son for marrying. Then her dreams would be realized. Two congenial hearts will become one. Happiness Is only' possible where one feels that she cannot live without the other. To wed a man who is not her ideal means a lifetime of unhapplness. A DIFFERENT WORLD WITHOUT HER. We starve each other for love's caress. We take, but we do not give. It seems so easy some soul to bless, But we dole the love grudgingly, less and less, Till 'tis bitter and hard to live. If life's song could go on uninter rupted to the finish, there would be no hushed music on the lips, no unsatis fied longing to the heart. One never knows how dear is the companion ship of a. loved one until the cord which binds one heart to the other Is suddenly snapped asunder. There are those who can move on in the same beaten path of life, doing their best to live and in a measure forget. There are some griefs which take such hold on the heart and In flict such deep wounds that It seems they will not heal. Suns rise and creep to the noon, slowly deepening at length into the gloom of the night The dally routine of life goes on as of yore. But without her It isn't the same old world. Old frlenda are kind, but they are only friends who come and go according as their interests draw them hither and thither. There Is no closeness of tie. They could not be depended upon to come at hU call, at a crucial moment, for love of him. The man who has loved and lost does his best to bide from the world the blght that has fallen over him, He forces the tone of his voice to drop the note of sadness and his Hps even to smile. But his heart feels the world's coldness. From his home sunshine has fled. , ,His eyes see what no one else beholds a shadow on his hearth, r '' . Where should such a man look for solace? . The babies on the block seem to draw him by a sympathetic chord, They learn to watch for the kindly gentleman who always has a smile and a gentle word for them. They stop their play to run a little way with him as he clasps them by the hand. He Is glad to see them so Joyous. Their friendship la always sincere. When one little toddler lisps, 'You don't live in our house, but I love you," he realizes that the dear old world is as full of the golden promise of love as ever; that it's only his poor heart that is weak and weary with its doubting, Brave Is he who can realize that ha cannot change the great eternal plan to give love to some, take love from others. If the heart's door Is shut firmly against brooding memories they cannot enter and lodge there. The world does not change. It's the people In It Children romp through child hood's golden hours, grow to lovely girlhood and young manhood, meet love, and wed, and walk sunny paths awhile, then suddenly one loses the other. Life, loving and loss are re peated. The world goes on. It is cloudy today, but on the morrow the sun breaks forth again. Having once loved makes the heart tenderer to ward others; nature's more charitable. No grief is so deep but that the great magician Time may not heal it. No matter how dark the night, hope will rise with the rosy morn, gilding the path which leads to the future. " Tls better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." IF YOU HAVENT A SWEETHEART. Love Is Just a morning-glory, doomed at noon to die; Love Is only half a story, told In passing by; Love is gold so delicate the faintest flame would melt It; Love Is nothing, but God help the man wno a never known or felt It If you haven't a sweetheart, try to review the situation, and see if it is not your own fault Lovely woman la to be wooed, and therefore to be won. But they have no patience with lag gards In the love game. A man must show an Interest in women if he ex pects them to be interested in him in return. Because one of the fair sex Is shy and seemingly cold, he shouldn't be faint-hearted and in despair lest his suit might be unsuccessful. There's no woman who detests a man because he loves her if he's come ly in her sight Even the plainest of men, plain to actual homeliness, have been known to aspire to the hand of the loveliest women and have led off the prize which handsomer men have failed to secure. Abraham Lincoln had a notable love affair of this kind. The girl whose band he sought in marriage was a fa mous belle and beauty; one of the most witty and fascinating young women of her day. The honest young lawyer, after several unsuccessful at tempts on his part to declare himself, wrote her a love letter which was so convincing that It took the citadel of her heart by storm. He wrote in his quaint way: "In laying bare my heart thoughts for you to read, I may in cur your displeasure. But I shall nev er despair. While you are single, I shall be. I will never lose the hope of winning you." This was a postscript, written on a separate piece of paper, which the young lady did not find for many a day. History has it that they had had a slight quarrel, and were well nigh parted. Those words straight from an honest heart so impressed his lady love that she straightway re called him. We see, from the diffident Lincoln, that no man is too bashful to make an attempt to gain a sweetheart when he sees a girl he really cares for. If he Is too bashful to ask per mission to call upon her, a note will probably pave the way. Many a man hangs back, doubtful as to whether be has found the right girl. That is the one matter In life where the man must be careful in his selection and choose for himself. As Davy Crockett says: "Be sure you're right, then go ahead." Don't wait un til you have piled up riches; if you do, some other man will beat you in love's race. When the heart is yet young, a man should take unto himself a wife." Don't wait until you are so old that a woman would consider you a burden Instead of a prize. Without a sweet heart the single man la never quite satisfied with himself. To love and be loved by a good, true woman should be every man's hope. Homemade Silver Polish. To make the best silver polisher and cleaner known, take a bottle of am monia as sold In most grocery stores, and to this add two ounces of whit ing and just a few drops of oxalic acid. In this way you will procure for the expenditure of fifteen cents as much ot the best silver polish as can be purchased for a dollar in most of the prominent drug stores. This same polish is so cheap when homemade that the housewife will not find it too expensive to use it in polishing all of the cutlery and also the brass door knobs or any otfier bright metal fix tures about the house. "The Home Department," National Magazine. Revengeful Pigeon. A pigeon flew into an optometrist's shop in New Bedford through an open transom and tried to make a meal o! some expensive lenses in the show window. Finding this impossible, tha pigeon revengefully scraped together pile of lenses and magnifying glasses and then kicked them about, repeating this exercise several Uraeg until the proprietor Interfered. GREAT HELP TO A SICKWOMAN This lady Says, "I Cannot Find Words To Express How Thankful I Am To Cardui." Jonesville, Va. "I certainly appre ciate what Cardui, the woman's tonic, has dons tor me," writes Mrs. Owen F, Wells, of this town. "Before I began ' to take Cavdui, I could hardly go about I bad several womanly troubles, which caused me much suffering, and were very troublesome. But now I fee! like a different person, I had often read of Cardui, but had little faith in It My husband urged me to try it, and now I cannot find words to express how thankful I am. Cardui is a wonderful medicine and I feel that It was a greater help than anything I could have taken. I had scarcely no pain or suffering at childbirth, and I feel I owe it all to Cardui. I know that no woman would make a mistake In using Cardui at that most critical time. It will save them so much suffering. - It is my sincere desire that this statement may be seen and read by all sufferers who suffer as I did. I am telling all my friends and acquaint ances of the great cure I have re ceived." If you suffer from any of the ail ments so common to women, give Cardui a trial. Thousands of women have voluntarily written, to tell of the great benefit that Cardui has been to them. Why shouldn't it help you, tool Try Cardui. Adv. So Paw Says. Lltte Lemuel Say, paw, what is a philosopher? Paw A philosopher, son, is a man who bears with resignation the tooth ache of another man. LIVER; BOWELS For sick headache, bad breath, Sour Stomach and constipation. Get a 10-cent box now. No odds how bad your liver, stomach or bowels; bow much your head aches, how miserable and uncomfort able you are from constipation, Indiges tion, biliousness and sluggish bowels you always get the desired results with Cascarets. Don't let your' stomach, liver and bowels make you miserable. Take Cascarets to-night; put an end to the headache, biliousness, dizziness, nerv ousness, sick, sour, gassy stomach, backache and all other distress; cleanse your inside organs of all the bile, gases and constipated matter which Is producing the misery. A 10-cent box means health, happi ness and a clear head for months. No more days of gloom and distress If you will take a Cascaret now and then. All stores sell Cascarets. Don't forget the children their little in sides need a cleansing, too. Adv. Old Style. "Did she marry well?" "No; it was a case of true love." Harvard Lampoon. AT CHILffSJONGUE If cross, feverish, constipated, give "California Syrup of Figs" A laxative today saves a sick child tomorrow. Children simply will not take the time from play to empty their bowels, which become clogged up wltb waste, liver gets sluggish; atom sour. Look at the tongue, mother! If coat ed, or your child is listless, cross, fev erish, breath bad, restless, doesn't eat heartily, full of cold or has sore throat or any other children's ailment, give a teaspoonful of "California Syrup ol Figs," then don't worry, because It is perfectly harmless, and In a few hours all this constipation poison, sour bile and fermenting waste will gently move out of the bowels, and you have a well, playful child again. A thor ough "inside cleansing" is ofttimes all that is necessary. It should be the first treatment given in any sickness. Beware of counterfeit fig syrups. Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Figs," which has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. Some men are so lucky that they even fall down when nobody is around to see. St. Joseph Gazette. KI.rXIR BABKK A GOOD TONIC And Writes Malaria Out of the system. "Your 'Hubelt acta like mairlo : I have, irlven It to numerous DeoDle In mv narlsh who wera suffering with chills, malaria and fever. I rec commend It to thone who are sufferers and In need of a Rood tonic" Rev. 8. Bzymanowskl, St. Stephen's Church, Perth Amboy, N, J. viixir nawu, du cants, au arugiriHts or By Parcels Pout, creDald. from Klocsewski Co. Washington, D. O. Ready money Is seldom ready whea ninninrTn FOR unounnuD MOTHER LOOK you want to borrow some.