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A NINE YEARS' YIOHM FINDS A REMEDY THAT CURES. For Two Yeurs TootVeak to Work —A lloieu Doctors Hail Tried to Check Disease. Treatment That Sueoeeiled. All sufferers from weakness or disor ders of the digestive organs will read with lively interest the story of the com plete recovery of Mrs. Nettlie Darvoux from chronic dyspepsia which was to be incurable. thought " To be ailing for nine years is not a very pleasant experience," said Mrs. Darvoux, wlieu asked for some account of her illness. " For two years I was critically ill and could not attend to my household duties, and at, one time I was so weak mid miserable that I could not even walk. My trouble was chronic dys pepsia. I became extremely thin and had a sallow complexion. I had no ap petite ami could not take any food with out suffering great distress." " Did you have a physician?" "Yes, I took medicine from a dozen different doctors, but without go.,ting auy benefit whatever." " How did you get on the track of a cure?" "Abook about Dr.Williams'Pink Pills was thrown in our doorway one day. My husband picked it up and read it through carefully. He was so impressed by the statements of those who had been cured by that remedy that he imme diately bought three boxes of tlie pills and insisted on my taking them." " Did they help you at once?" " I began to feel better the second day after I started to use the pills ami by the ttine I had taken the three boxes I was entirely well. can cure even when doctors fail, and Dr. Williams' Pink Pills they cure thoroughly, for a long time has passed since my restoration to health and I know it is complete aud lasting." Tho surest way to make sound diges tion is to give strength to the organs con cerned. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills give new vigor to the blood. No other rem edy yields such radical results. Mrs. Darvoux lives at No. 497 Sixth street, Detroit, Mich. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are sold by all druggists in every part of the world. Dyspeptics should send to the Dr. Williams Med icine Company, Schenectady. N. Y., for a new booklet entitled " What to Eat and How to Eat." Seals Wail Like Women. The cries of no animals approach more closely that of the human voice than those of seals when lamenting the loss or capture of their young. They emit a wailing and affecting cry similar to that of a woman in deep grief. USE THE FAMOUS Red Cross Bull Blue. Large s-oz. package 9 cents. The Kuss Company, South Bend, lnd. When the Charm Wanes. The greater proportion of divorces takes place between the fifth and tenth year of married life. How's This? We offer One Hundred Dollars Reward for any east! of Catarrh that cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh Cure. F. .T. CIIENEY & CO., Toledo, O. We, the undersigned, have known F. J. Cheney for the last 15 years, aud believe him perfectly hon orable lu all business transactions and financially Able to carry out auy obligations made by Ms firm. Walking. Rinnan A Marvin, . 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Air Affects Watches. A watch taken to the top of Mont Blanc will gain thirty six seconds 1» "Srenty-four hours. By FREDERICK UPHAM ADAMS JOHN BURT Author of "The Kidnapped Millionaire*,'' "Colonel Monroe's Doctrine,'' Etc. COPYRIGHT, IS*>S BY A. J. D K ■ X EL BlUDL* Copyright, 190C, by FbedeoIck Uph&m Adams All rights reserved W A K wm CHAPTER NINE—Continued. Two warm arms were clasped around his neck, a face wet with tears nestled for a moment on his shoul der, ami she kissed him twice, with the live kisses that come from the heart of a woman whose affection lias passed the mysterious border that sep arates friendship from love. "Good-bye, John; God bless you and guard you!" "Good-bye, Jessie; good-bye!" He watched her as she faded away from him and disappeared beyond the ; Under the arched maples where lie had walked with Jessie so many times, and down the sandy road where they had loitered in summer days now gene forever, John Burt urged the horse along. It was two miles to Peter Burt's, and he soon reached the gloomy old house. A fig ure stood by the gate. John rode for ward and recognized his grandfather. "You did well to come home, my boy," said the old man, whose deep, calm voice held an anxious note. vines which shaded the veranda. "Something has happened, and my soul has been calling you since dusk. Ride to the graveyard and I'll follow you. It isn't safe to talk here." In the far corner of the old grave yard John Burt hitched his horse and turned to meet his grandfather. The old man seated himself on the grave of the pioneer Burt who, two hundred years before, had dared the dangers of the wilderness. "Now we can talk," he said. "Tell me what has happened." Quickly John Burt related the inci dents of the tragedy. The old man made no sign during the recital, and was silent for min utes after John had ended. "He deserved to die, and it was written that he should perish by vio lence; but his blood is not on your head," began the old man calmly. J f'j A #4?' 5 4 m a V iti % m : ,tt<u w '>Mi id IP u T w.<' I, m k % W/Bt ■ ill 1 ! (: am ym /: m dlllr 11 WvrfA'f »/j ■'/ / i ill \\ '// h ■ fl|Mi I ^OOD£FTJX21£>f , '\ 77/ZST WE2E 7Zj&& Wi'* ^ VB w TTyranzy,'?- fd/ce: v w nr A "Murder, in the sight of God, is in the '.jart—not in the hand. I—I am-" Peter Burt's voice broke, and a shudder swept over him; but he con trolled himself, and continued; "My boy, will you take your grand father's advice?" "I will, grandfather—I will!" re plied John firmly. "It is written in God's word; 'If thou faint in the day of adversity, thy strength is small; for a just man falleth seven times and riseth up again,' " said Peter Burt, laying his hand on John's shoulder. "God has willed that you shall be Ills instru ment in great undertakings, and it is decreed that the events of to-day shall not be a stumbling-block to your feet. You are now to go out into the world, and though you may know it not, God will guide your footsteps. It were folly to imagine that this un provoked quarrel points to your un doing. It is the sign that you are at once to depart from fields you have outgrown, to take up your work in that broader sphere which is waiting you. Something has whispered to me that you should go to California. To day's event is the sign that you go now. You will start to-night, my boy, and God will be with you. Hush! I hear the hoofs of horses!" The old man jumped to his feet. "Officers are coming!" he said in a low voice. "I will meet them. Re main here till I return. Hold that horse by the nose lest he whinny." As John sprang to the horse's head, the old man vanished in the dark ness. Peter Burt entered the rear door of his house and was in his room when the tramp of steps was heard, fol lowed by loud knocking. The old man waited awhile, as if dressing. He then lighted a lamp and stood in the hallway. The pounding had been re peated at intervals, and gruff voices were heard in impatient conversation. "Who's there?" demanded the old man. Mr. "We are officers of the law, "We are af Burt," a voice declared, ter John Burt, your grandson, who has killed a man." "Have you a warrant for His arrest, or a search warrant?" demanded the "Show me one at the win If you old man. dow and I will open the door, have none, begone, and let me rest in peace." A conference followed, and a gruff voice rose in anger. "IaR us in, old man," it thundered, "Warrant or no warrant, let us in, or by God we'll pound your door down and take you along with your murder in' grandson!" "Open my door at your peril!" said Peter Burt sternly. "Show me your authority, and you can enter my house. This house is my castle, and no man has ever entered it without my consent." Growling threats, the men retired. In a minute they returned, armed with a log. Used as a battering ram, it was hurled against the heavy oak en door. For a time the stout frame resisted, but with a crash the jamb gave way and the door flew open. With an oatli and a call to his com panion, the larger of the two rushed in. As the man crossed the threshold the patriarch's left arm flew out, and the corded fingers gripped the reck less intruder by the throat. The sec ond man hit tlxe old farmer a glancing blow with the butt end of a revolver. With a catlike movement, Peter Burt wrenched his opponent's forearm. With a cry of pain the man dropped the weapon to the floor. Before he could guard himself Peter Burt dealt him a hard blow on the face, and gripped him by the neck as he reeled against the wall. Holding the two men at arm's length, Peter cracked their heads to gether, and then dragged them into the room, where the lamplight fell on tneir faces. The protruding tongue and the blood-surged face of the one who had led the charge caused Peter Burt to relax his hold, and the man fell limp to the floor. A glance showed that his companion was sense less, and the old man stretched him out on the carpet. Peter Burt produced a coil of rope from a closet, and with the dexterity of a sailor bound the senseless men. He then proceeded to revive them. "I have not gagged you," said Pe ter Burt, as he stood over them, "for the reason that your cries would bring you no assistance. As soon as convenient, I will give you more com fortable quarters. Now that you are here, you may spend the night with me." Seating himself at a desk, Peter Burt wrote two letters, and sealed them. He then opened a huge, iron bound chest, and for half an hour was busy with Its contents. When his work was ended, he quitted the room without so much as a glance at the silent figures on the floor. John met him at the gateway. "Here are your instructions, John," he said. "Go to your room and select such trifles as you can carry in your saddle-bags. You must make Ply mouth before daybreak. This letter is addressed to a man in Plymouth. Here is a ring. Show him this ring with the letter. Stay in his house all day, and start for New Bedford about ten o'clock to-morrow night. You must arrive in New Bedford be fore daybreak, and go to the address on this letter. When you find it show Captain Horton the letter and tho ring. He will put you on board the Segregansett, which sails for the South Pacific in three days from now. This third package you will not ex amine until well at sea. Here is money. Enter the house and make no unnecessary noise. I will saddle your horse and wait at the barn." The sky .was aflame with lightning as John stood once more by the old man's side. The rumble of thunder told of the near approach of the tem pest. "John," said Peter Burt as he grasped the boy's hand in his, "1 feel no sorrow save the pain of a tempor ary parting. 1 shall see you again, my boy; I shall clasp your hand in the vigor of your manhood, when suc cess has crowned your efforts, and when your happiness is complete. Do not write to me or attempt to com municate with me, or with anyone, until you are rich and strong enough to meet your enemies on equal ground. During these coming years let money be your ambition. You live in an age when money is the god of the material world. Understanding has been granted to you, and when you apply yourself to the struggle the thrill of knowledge will pervade you. You have received a ken of this ?. r orld's affairs, so that 1 can say to you in the language of Isaiah: - 1 will give thee the treasures of darkness and the hidden riehes of secret places.' Rest secure in that promise, have abiding faith in it, and hold no communication with those who love you until my prophecy has come to pass. Do you promise me, my boy?" ''1 do, grandfather!" said John, who was deeply affected. "You have been so good-" "Never mind, my boy; thank God, not me. Good-bye, John—God bless you! " The first drops of the storm pat tered on the dusty roadway as the old man raised his hands and gave John his blessing. Springing into the saddle, the boy caught one last glimpse of Peter Burt in a brilliant flash of lightning which glorified hie heroic figure, his white hair shining as a halo above his brow. It was four o'clock when he halted at a small house on the outskirts of Plymouth. Years before, with Peter Burt, he had visited the old sailor who was spending there his declining years. After repeated knocking, the old man opened the door. John hand ed him the letter and showed the ring. He read the letter and heartily greeted his guest. "Enough said, my boy!" he de clared, as he burned the letter. "You'll be as safe here as in God's pocket. Make yourself comfortable and I'll stow away your horse." When the old man returned he pre pared a breakfast which John ate with relish, and then his host showed him to a bed which, though hard, seemed the most delightful place he had found in years. The sun was low when John woke. The old sailor did not betray the slightest curiosity con cerning John's journey, and at ten o'clock his guest bade him farewell with sincere thanks for his hospital ity. The night ride to New Bedford was made without incident. It was three o'clock when John knocked at Cap tain Horton's door; and, much to ills surprise, that, gruff old mariner was up and dressed. "Come in! I've been expectin' ye!" he said as he opened the door. "Glad to meet ye. Joe," he said, turning to a sleepy-eyed boy, "take care of this lad's horse." John secured the contents of the saddle-bags, and an hour later stepped on board the Segregansett. Captain Horton showed him his quarters and advised him to "turn in." He did so, and when he awoke the heaving and groaning of the old whaler told him that she was on the open sea. Not until the Segregansett had left the Bermudas did John open the pack age which had been given to him by Peter Burt. It contained a long let ter from the old man, describing a spot in the California mountains, of which a dying sailor had told him years before. The poor fellow de clared that he had found a rich de posit of gold, and that he was work ing his way back to Boston, hoping to interest the necessary capital, in Peter Burt's letter was enclosed a rough map which the sailor had sketched when he realized that, death stood in the way of his dreams of wealth. J'here was also a parcel with an outer covering of oilskin. John unwrapped it and disclosed a large, old-fashioned wallet, which he recog nized as having belonged to liis grand father. In tiiis wallet he found a layer of United States Treasury notes of large denominations. His fingers tingled as he handled the notes. Ten thousand dollars! Jessie seemed much nearer as John looked at those hits of paper. The scenes and incidents of that eighteen thousand mile journey around Cape Horn are worthy of ex tended recital, but are not. an essen tial part of this narrative. One bright afternoon the Segregansett sailed into the harbor of Valparaiso, and a week later John Burt was a passen ger on the steamer Reliance, bound for San Francisco. A thousand leagues away, Jessie Carden treasured the secret of a sen sation strangely akin to new-born love. On the walls of her class-room was a large map, and she loved to look at it and wonder what spot of land or sea held John Burt. (To b continued.) Major's Keen Comment, "Next time you're in the armory," said the captain of Company G, proud ly, "take a look at our room. We've had It repainted and refurnished throughout." "1 saw it," replied the major, and really, sir, your room is better than your company."—Phila delphia ledger. New Equipment on the Santa Fe. An order for some new equipment was placed the other day by the Santa Fe. It comprises 75 locomotives, 5,300 freight cars and 60 passenger coaches, and postal cars, all to be delivered within the next four months. Fifteen of the new engines are Atlantic type balanced compounds, thirty type balanced compounds and thirty Santa Fe type. This big expense, ag gregating more than $5,000,000, is in curred in order thft growing traffic may be promptly handled. Present fa cilities are ample for today's travel and shipments; tomorrow they may not he sufficient. The Santa Fe looks ahead; that is why it gets the business. Pacific Mean Old Bachelor Again. 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