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e u 4 n *1 i :I nc Hi 3 P* u RAISED FROM A DEATH-BED. ilr. Pitta, Once Pronounced Incurably Has Been Well Three Years. E. E. Pltls, 60 Hathaway at., Skow fcegan, Me., says: "Seven years ago Bay back aclic.d and I was so run down a I w a s laid up four months. I had night sweats and fainting spells and dropped to 90 pounds. Tho urine passed ev ery few minutes wit intense pain and looked like blooil. Dropsy set in and the Hociovs decided I could not live. My wife got me using Doan's Kidney J*iUs, and as th«y helped me 1 took fc».*art, kept on and was cured so thor oughly that I've Iteett well three years." Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. ytister-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. His Opinion of Him. "Do yon think I could get. an audi ••tice with the boss?" asked the politi cal hanger-on. going in. •"Ves," snapped Hie disappointed «rffiee-seoke!\ coiuiug out, "if you fea tured him in a dime museum as the Two-faced man.''' Philadelphia Press. Wherever a lie alights its progeny •rise. W E A The wheat markets of the world have fri'Mi vtiv strong: throughout the past •wok. J'rieos have not rtaon materially %.\ American markets on account of the re iiiiing jn^ueucf exerted .fry the leading IniH ope rators, who do'not'.seem to'be t/'Hfiy at this time to head a sharp 4am IMHK'M. While the domestic levels have l»wi only maUitained. 1-iverpool and the JiMi ir»cntal markets have a series of •iiarp upward jumps that have brought the foreign markets practically to a basis tii'cm which our Wheat may be shipped, i Tfc« advUabtlttr of markstinf toy of our Wfreftt thrniid in thft tbftv* of r«w grain hu been Mil •u«ly called in quentioo. and the |*eculiar action of market* 01117 b» the logical answer t-o tfait ^uerr. It It a known fact fnat the Minneapolis tnilU are booked month* ahead with cApaolty or dor#, 'i'he lar«e«t of these mill* has ordera for montbft which will tat its prodaottve power E:ISMI*HS n.J has been ftrloiiiBg on Ihs same character of for a month. It is announced that not A yon ad of this Floor in for dotneet ic delivery. 'fhe qaentton iiiiin«li«Ulv Arises: ftHOKS ALL raicci Is it worth •wliiic to export antr Wheat a* long as we can export Vlotir ioKtfad, thus giving American labor profit employment? 'the underitiug condilioiiH in Wheat are so stroajr ttomt we cannot-advise selling operations except or m-alping character. Edwards-Wood Co. (Incorporated)—UejileiK In STOCKS CRAt* KROVIHIONS Wain Ofliee—OUi and Robert Sts.—St. Paul. W. L. DOUGLAS *3= & *3= SHOESEHl W. L. Douglas $4.00 Cllt Edge Lino cannot be equalled at any price.. +\.tOV6lAS Tuly f, 1876 #11) flOn REWARD to anyone urh« em *IU|UUU dliprove this itatwiwnt. *V. L. Douglti $3.50 •hoM have by their ex cellent style, eaa.v fitting, and superior wearing otjaiitlea, achieved the largest sale of any $3.50 «hoe if th* world. They are lust a* sood aa 4hose that coat you $8.00 to $7.00— the only difference Is the price. If I could take you Into feiiy factory at Brockton. Mass.. the largest la the world under one roof making men s fine ahoes, and 5how you the care with which every pair of Douglas shoes it made, you would realist* why W. L. Dounlas $3.50 shoes are the best •hoes produced In the world. If I could show you the difference between the shoes made In my factory and those of other makes, you would understand why Douglas $3.50 shoes cost more to make, why they hold their shape, fit better, wear lontcer. and are of greater intrinsic value than any other $3.50 shoe on the market to-day. W. L. Doug/mm Stroma MmdmShomu Mmn. $2.BO, ta.Op"! Bay*' School OM(tMsMrl2.fO I2( 01,76,91-BO CAUTION.—Insist upon having V.Jj.Dong Jn .slums. Take no milislifute. None genuine without liis iiainn ami |rt*e Mumped on bottom. AVANTGO. A shoe tlusiler inevnry town where V\". IJt noughts Shoes are not sold. Full line o£ •amplessent free for inspection upon request. Fast Color Eyelets used then wilt not wear brauy. Write for Illustrated Catalog of Kail Styles, W. t. DOUGLAS. Brockton. Mass. On the Trail followed th* r" *r!F. *U trail from Tens tutOfsFtsbBrand *°FI!SH!BRAND Pommel Slicker novoawrwton ••————1—— cold, a wind coat When windy, a rain coat when it rained, sad for s cover at night if we got to bed, snd 1 win say that I have gotten mors comfort out of your slicker than sqpMM -sos article that I ever owned." fifes name and iddna of the writer tftirfi wapeiiciui l«ttor.i»sy JteJitdonjappilcatlan.) Wit Weather Garments for Riding* Walk* big, Working or Sporting. HIBHEST AWARD WOHID'S FAIR. 1904. a»RpintsM A.J.TOWER CO. aOSTCS, U.S.A. TOW** CANADIAN O li THE BEST GOUGH CtfBC A well-known Rochester lady says: "Istayed in the Adirondacks, away from friends and home, two winters before I taking found that by I could snbdue the cough that drove me away from home and seeme4 likely to never allow me to live there winter.' Kemp's Balsam will cure any cough that can be cured by any medicine. Sold by all dealers at 35c. and soc. '--Mi •, •-, 4 k i/ $ 5 7 h. *. i 4. The words were expected, yet they fell as a thunderbolt on the perpe trator of the crime. What should he say? He must speak. He must say something, yet what could he say? In tront. of him stood the inspector, respectful and diffident, waiting to hear a horror-si ricken re ply. And others near at hand were listening, too. for thai horror-stricken reply. All e.ves were upon him. noting his pallor, his silence, his confusion. "How was she killed?" Me jerked out the question at last. "Wounded in the arm. sir. If she hadn't beeu found in rhat shallow pit. well hiddeu under leaves recently thrown there, 1 should have had my doubts if it wasn't a case of suicide.' "Are you certain thai it is not?" A golden thread of light flashed like lightning across the ebony blackness of Sir George's mind as he waited l'or the answer. "Oh, quite certain, sir. Her clothes are covered with blood, too. She couldn't, have thrown all those leaves over herself when she was bleeding to death. If there'd been jusl a sprink ling of leaves we might, have, thought the wind had blown tlK-.n down upon •her. But they were heaped up so high in parts that we'd a job to clear them off. I shall telegraph to Scot land Yard, and they'll send down de tectives." "No, sir none. I took occasion just to feel in her pockets, and found a re turn ticket to Dainton and a two-shill ing piece. The ticket may prove ot use in tracing where she belongs to." "Yes and—but—what, led to her discovery?" Nervously Sir George asked the question. "Ah. sir: that's one of the saddest parts of the whole business. Her poor child, who seems a bit. short witled, was found lying alongside of her fast asleep. How lie got. there, goodness only knows! It's certain he can't have been there over long, or he would have been frozen to death. It's very fortunate that a woman, who happened to be going through the wood, chanced to come upon them." "And where is he?" "He's been seut to the workhouse, and 1 expect they'll put him in the in firmary. Later 011 I shall step around there and try to get out of him what his name is and where he lives. It's pitiful to see the state he's in, poor little chap." "Indeed," remarked Sir George, scarcely knowing/what be was saying. "But 1 won't detain you." he added briefly. FALSELY m? CONDEMNED CHAPTER VI. (Continued.) "Hush! Here's Sir George and Lady Ellinghani coming!" cried some one who was walking In front. Instantly there was dead silence. "What would they do? What would they say?—these two who rauked highest in the village, and whose words and actions were admiringly noted by all in tho small world of Arlington. "I expect Sir George will offer a large reward for the discovery of the murderer," hazarded one of the young er women. "He's not one to let evil doers go unpunished, especially when the victim belongs to the class as wants standing tip for. Look! He's turned as pale as death, and he's ask ing her ladyship to go back." "He's noticed the ambulance," whis pered excitedly another woman. "But her ladyship don't like going back. She's not one to leave him when there's trouble in the air.'' "She's giving in, though, and turning round to go back into the park." '"And he's waiting there at the gates to ask the p'lice what's happened: and between the color of his face ynd the color of the corpse's there's not much to choose," lemarked an old man. The next moment every one was moving on,, and again all were deeply engrossed in the tragedy. "Seems to be struck all of a heap. Sir George do!" exclaimed one man, looking around. "And ain't we all that way?" queried his wife. "I know I'm a shivering as if I had the ague. It's enough to scare one to death, knowing there's a mur derer about these parts." "There was a man killed Daiuton way the night before last," some one was heard to observe at this moment. "An old' man, named Searle, was shot within- sight of his home." "Like as not, Sir George has heard about that, too, and that's why he's so upset," said the first man who had spokfen. "That's it, there's no doubting." con curred a male voice "and now he's turned round and Is going straight, to her ladyship to explain quietly what has happened." The surmise was right. V BY Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. I i.. CHAPTER VII. "What has happened?" The inspector of police stepped for ward to answer this question from Sir George as the ambulance was wheeled by. "A woman has been found murdered in the wood, sir," was the reply. 5 5 It was to make the best of the very worst that could have happened that Sir George was now walking towards Hilda. That worst had burst on the unhappy man with bewildering sud denness. "Mine was indeed the work of an amateur scoundrel!" he thought, bit terly. "If only I had left her lying across the path and exposed to view, the theory of suicide might have car ried the day. But there's no time now to waste on thinking of the past! Es cape is the only thing before me. Once that idiot boy has lisped his name and that name is recognized as being also mine, arrest will follow. And af ter arrest—hanging! No, no! I'll clear off. Who but a fool would be lieve himself capable of remaining here in the thick of it' all and keep ing suspicion at bay? Oh, here is Hilda, hurrying to meet me! That poor girl's love kills nie. Heaven help her if she ever hears of the iniquities of the man she now adores. Thankful indeed should I be if I could only make her hate and detest me! "How greatly troubled she looks, just because she sees that I look great ly troubled! Supposing one day she were to see me arrested? Supposing one day she were to hear that 1 was condemned to be hung? Everything will come out if the crime is traced to me! The whole world will then know that Hilda is not my wife and that her child must, pass through life branded with the humiliation of illle gitimacy. 1 must leave here at once! Aim at concealment by escape from England. Turn my back on all 1 pos sess and love—Hilda, our child, homo —all, all! "And it must be forever! All long ing to hear of them and to see them again must be trampled under fool. But after I am gone, what will Ers kine do? Play the scoundrel, I won der? I'm leaving the field more open to him than 1 care to contemplate! Hilda and he must inevitably meet some time. She will be miserable at my absence. Then—oh. but it's mad ness letting my thoughts rush on like this! But if he were to tell her the truth—the actual, terrible truth? Per haps he's not the man to break a wo man's heart in efforts to gain un worthy ends. Oh, the fatal ill luck that allowed that first wife of mine to continue to breathe! There were not two happier mortals on the earth's surface than Hilda and 1 until that night! And now? if only could see hei' lying at my feet dead, instead of hurrying to meet ine, bow thankful 1 should be!" "What was it, George—an acci dent?" she called. Clearly her musi cal voice rang out. "No!" "But the ambulance—What was there on the ambulance?" He looked away. They were walk ing side by side towards the house now. "Don't ask. darling," lie said. "it was nothing tragic, George?" she inquired. "It. was the victim of a murder. Hil da." Slowly and quietly the words were uttered. "How terrible!" she exclaimed, glancing at his averted face. "I hope, the man who committed it will soon be caught." "Oh, yes!" he agreed, talcing a rush at the steps leading to the front door. Then he strode through the hall to his writing room, locked the door, and flung himself into a chair. "Money 1 must take with me!" he mentally exclaimed. "Every shilling that 1 can lay hands, on I must take. If any one. had told me three weeks ago that to-day 1 should be plotting to make good my escape from arrest,, and that the brand of Cain would be 011 me. I should have told the fellow he was a lunatic and not given the matter a moment's thought, and There's a ball ringing! The hall door. be.lieve! They can't have already? Oh, no it's nothing, only the post man! My nervousness is making a fool of me! But I must, think of the money. It's lucky that I have that hundred for wages in the house. Though a hundred is nothing! But freedom with it. is a million times bet ter than death on the scaffold with thousands a year at one's back. Why did not I promise all that the woman wanted? Instead of "Where is the use of letting myself, wonder and think? I must get off, out of England. How can I get to the: station? I can't drive off and advertise that I'm trying to escape. No! i must wait until it is dark, then walk t6 Larton and take train from there to London., What will happen after I am gone? Of course, my sudden dis? appearance will nail suspicion on me at once! If only I could know how, much is going to be traced? But Lon don detectives are the cutest of the' cute. They are certain to trace the/ crime home to me!" He sprang to bis feet and studied himself in a mirror. "But I don't look as if I were in* tended for the hangman's rope!" he continued, thinking quickly td himself. "I won't chance It, though. I won't To-night't.sees me leave here forever! Poor Hilda and her boy—how I pity, them! Of course It ia Wlthiii tb£ .range of possibility that no proof of my marriage with Margaret will ever be forthcoming. In that case Hi Id.-, and her boy will inherit all- If It is proved they will be homeless 'antl pen niless. Quickly I must go through my papers, and tear up all letters that are better destroyed. I have several hours to do all in. Unless He g—lanced toward the door as he spoke. Thoughts of possible interruption rushed into his mind. That, interrup tion might take a terrible form. He would be equal to it! The next: mo ment he was crossing the room, a sec ond later unlocking the door. Up stairs in case of an alarm at night, he kept a revolver. That revolver mu£f be always with him now. Since he was guilty,- arrest would mean certain conviction. Conviction, certain execution. He, Sir George El lingham, preferred death at his own hands'. Therefore that revolver must be always kept ready—quite ready! Half-past four struck, and immedi ately came a message from Hilda re minding him that tea was in progress. That message did not lure him from bis work. Another hour passed and he siill sat opposite his writing table. Torn-up letters filled the waste-paper' basket, at his side, and amongst those letters were some of Hilda's—the few that he had received during their short, happy engagement. He had just re-read them, and with that re-reading there had rushed back into his mind a flood of tauntingly happy recollec tions. Henceforward, out of the past, pictures of lost joys would be forever passing with tantalizing cruelty before his mental eyes! In the lonliness of exile it would be torture. "Only one more drawer to go into," he thought to himself. "When that's done, what shall I do? I can't re main shut up in this room any longer it will look suspicious. And I can't join Hilda and Audrey in the drawing room and enter with requisite zest in-, to the ordinary chit-chat—my face is too white and haggard for that. How I shall drag myself through dinner, I don't know. The bitter knowledge that it is the last dinner I shall ever have withir. these walls will cause me to eat conspicuously little! And that will attract Hilda's attention confound it! But it is dark now. Why should I not start off at once? To leave just a message saying that I may not be home for dinner is all that is requisite to throw the detectives on the wrong scent and prevent their seeking me farther afield, should they come here. "Then with regard to Hilda?" he thought, wonderingly. It was a difficult problem to solve how to lessen the shock of his de pockets. sighed, then leaned back. Say good-bye to her? No! She. would be, too anxious to learn why and where he was going so suddenly. Write a note? No! That would assuredly cause her thoughts to drift into a sus picious channel at once, for great would be her surprise that he had not said good-bye. He would risk all— everything—leave in silence and se cretly. excepting for a message left with one of the servants. Were it possible to consult. Hilda, she would of a certainty advise this course. She who loved him so greatly would only think of one thing—his safety. On the morrow there would be two Inquests—old Searle's at Dainton. and Margaret's at Arlington. Before these two inquests had taken place hundreds of miles must lie between himself and his home. He would go now. (To Be Continued.) Carpeaux's Classic Qroup. The eccentricity of genius probably never had a better representative titan the noted French sculptor, Jean Bap tists Carpeaux, who died about thirty years ago. lie once accepted frepi a rich patron an order to make a sculptured group representing the CyclopS Polyphemus crushing the youth Acis under a rock. Carpeaux had no sooner accepted the commission than he regretted it, for the subject had 110 fascination what ever for him. He put the matter off again aud again, but. was urgently pressed to begin it by his patron. At last one day Carpeaux took tilt impatient patron to his studio and showed him a great rough block of unformed clay. "There is your group," said the sculptor. "My group! Where?" "Why. this is the rock." "That's all very well: but where is Acis?" "Under the rock—crushed quite out of sight of course." "But where is Polyphemus?" "Oh. he? Why do you think he Would remain anywhere about after having done a thing like that?" This was as far as the classical "group" ever got. Thought It Was a'Cocktail. Dinner was a little late at the flat in Harlem. A guest asked the hostess to play something. Seating herself at the piano the woman executed a Chopin nocturne. When she had fin ished there was still an interval ot waiting to be bridged. She turned to an elderly man at her right and said: "Would you like a sonata before dinner?'' He gave a start of surprise and pleasure. "Why, yes, thanks," he replied. "1 had a couple on my way here, but I think I could-stand another.—New York Globe. Family tfrlt. Mrs. Milkins—Our little Mabel is the brightest child you eVer saw. She picks up everything she hears. Mrs. Bifkins—Something like youi little Johnny, I suppose. He picks up every thing he sees.-1—Chicago News Some people wbrry so -much about tomorrow that they forget all about to-day. A Y' nervous, irritable mother, often on the verge of hysterics, is unfit to care for children it ruins a child's disposi tion and reacts upon herself. The trouble between children and their mothers too often is due to tbe fact that the mother has some female weak ness, and she is entirely unfit to bear the strain upon her nerves that govern ing children involves it is impossible for her to do anything calmly. The ills of womeu act like a firebrand upon the nerves, consequently nine tenths of the nervous prostration, ner vous despondency. the blues." sleep lessness, and nervous irritability of women arise from some derangement of the female organism. Do you experience fits' of depression with restlessness, alternating with extreme irritability? Ar^your spirits easily affeoted. so that one minute you iaugit, and the next minute yon feel like crying Do you feel something like a ball ris ing in your throat and threatening to choke "you all the senses perverted, morbidiy sensitive to light aud sound pain in the ovaries, and especially between the shonlders bearing down pains nervous dyspepsia, and almost continually cross and snappy If so, your nerves are in a shattered condition, and yon are threatened with nervous prostratio®. Proof is monumental that nothing in the world is better for nervous prostra tion than Lydia E. lMnkham's Vege table Compound thousands and tliour- Something Detng in the Eating Line if You've Not, "No gourmand can afford to hang up his hat untiT he has been: to Barba dos and partakes of the 'pepper pot,' said J. W. Smith of Havana. "It is the culinary piece ue resistance of tne West Indies. Like the olla podrida of Spain, the Scotch haggis, the polenta of Italy, and other national dishes, it deserves special consideration, for it is in every way an excellent and savory dish. It, is a stew, the basis of which is a vegetable preparation called casaripe, a thick black syrup prepared front the casava root. This stew has for its foundation a fowl aud a piece of pickled pork. But it becomes the daily recipient of any stray pieces of meat, which might otherwise be wast ed, and the earthen pot which con tains it is always kept simmering on the hearth. It is, in fafet. the 'pot au feu' of Prance, with a delicious flavor peculiarly its own, due to casarope and the large African pepper. Youi needn't expect any fish at Barbados, for nature omitted rivers when it con structed this one of the 'Windwardi island, and the sea fish (barracoutas, snappers, etc.), are not of the best quality, but the pepper pot is worth: a voyage over the Caribbean, I was there in February.—Milwaukee Free Press. Tiled, Nezvous Mothers MaKe Unhappy Homes—Their Condition Irritates Both Husband and Children—How Thousands of Mothers Have Been Saved From Nervous Prostration and Made Strong and Well. COFFEE NEURALGIA. Leaves When You Quit and: Use Pos tunK A lady who unconsciously drifted into nervous pro si ration brought cm by coffee says: "I have been a .coffee drinker all my life, and usett it regularly, three times a day. "A year or two ago I became sub ject to nervous neuralgia, attacks of nervous headache, and general ner vous prostration which not only iu capacitaed 'me for doing my house work, but. frequently made it neces sary for me to remain in a dark room for two or three days at a time. "I employed several good doctors, one after the other, but none of them was able to give me permanent relief. "Eight months hgo a friend sug gested that perhaps coffee was. the. cause of my troubles and that 11try Postum Food Coffee and give up tha old kind. I am glad I took her advica for my health has been entirely re stored. I have no more neuralgia, nor have' 1 had 6ne solitary headache, In all these eig ht months. No more of my days are wasted In solitary con finement lna dark room I do all my own work with ease. The flesh that I lost during the years of my nervous prostrattem has rcbroe''Vbaek 'tp'liMe. during these months, and I am once more a happy, Wealthy woman i I en close a Hat of name* of friends who can vouch for the truth of .the state ment.". Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There's m-reason. :vC Ten da?*' trljal leaving off oeffee aad 'uainc Postum hp saflleieiit.' .-All grocery. Rtrs. 'Chester Curry, Leader of th* •Indies' Symphony Orchestra, 42 Sarar toga Street, East Boston, Mass., writes: Dear Mrs. Pinkham:— For •igbt years I was troubled wltb*x treme nervousness and hysteria, brought on by irregularities. I could neither enjoy life nor sleep nights I was very irritable, nervous and despondent. "Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound was recommended and proved to be vbe only remedy that helped me. I have daily improved in health until I am now strong and well, and all nervousness has disap peared." Mrs. Charles F. Brown, Vice-Presi dent of the Mothers' Club, 21 Cedar Terrace„ Hot Springs, Ark., writes: Dear Mrs. Pinkham:— I dragged through nine years of ariMrsMs existence, worn out with pain and nervous ness, until it seemed as though I shoeli By. I then noticed a statement of a woman trou bled as I was, and the wonderfnl results she derived from Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, I decided to try it. I did so, and at the end of three months I was a different woman. My nervousness was all gone. I was no longer irritable, and my husband Wl ia love with me aH over again." Women should remember that Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound is tbe medicine that holds the record for the greatest number of actual cures-of female ills, and take no substitute. Free Advice sands of women testify to«this fact. Aslt Mrs. PioktuuB's Advice—A WWM Best Understands WOMB'S IBS. HAVE YOU TRIED PEPPER POT? to Women. Mrs. Pinkham, Lynn, Mass., invites all sick women to write to her foradvice. 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After you get married, young lady, it is just as well to remember that cooking is a greater art than thumping a piano. If you want to know what, a man's weakness is, let him do tbe talking and he will mention it DR. J. H. RINDLAUB, (Specialist) Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat, Pamo N. D. Tell a woman that her letters sound just like her, and she believes you have said they are interesting. ___ _____ KM. Window's Boothia* Hyrwm. TOT cbtldfea toethlay, wftew tbe guna, redacee t» laauutloa, allaja pala, tfaraa wlad oollu. XoakotUa. Some fellows are like sponges, ex cept that, sponges will take water. Farmera and Merchants will be interested in announcement of "Acetylene Jones" in this paper. Regret. something we feel for the mistakes of our friends All* is not gold that glitters, and all la not guilt that aeems to.be.