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WILLISTONI N. DAK.
In a Swedish army order soldiers
•re instructed not to drink spirits on
the march. Chocolate cakes are said
to produce thirst, while oranges and
tea are considered most refreshing.
The canaries of Germany are said to
.excel all other canaries as singers.
One has been reoorded to continue a
•ingle trill for one and one-quarter
minute, with 20 changes of note in It
Pancakes broke up an Iowa home.
At Sanborn Mrs. Carrie Fields got a
divorce from Dr. L. S. Fields because
the husband did not like her make of
pancakes and ridiculed them. She
testiefld that the expression on the
doctor's face while eating the cakes
was sdeh that It might work perma
nent injury to her health.
There are more than 7,000 legally
recognized intoxicants on sale in the
United States. These intoxicants
come from every country under the
•un and the importations of alcoholic
liquors into the United States last year
excelled $16,000,000. The fluid reach
•s here In all kinds of bottles and
packages, and even in skins, spoken
of in the Bible.
Secretary Bonaparte is perhaps the
largest payer of taxes upon realty in
Maryland, and in every section of Bal
timore "Bonaparte houses" is the by
word indicative of being in good re
pair and occupied by satisfied tenants.
All this property was inherited from
bis grandmother, whose romantic as
well as whose fateful marriage to
Prince Jerome Bonaparte is history.
A recent European invention that
now is being brought to the attention
of municipal authorities is an automo
bile street-sweeping and watering ma
chine. This device, which has been
tried in Paris with some success, con*
sists.of a large automobile truck fitted
with a tank having a capacity of 470
gallons of water. There is a 12-horse
power motor, which can use as fuel
either gasoline, kerosene or alcohol.
For disinterested patriotism the ban
ner goes to William S. Elliott, a
farmer and veteran of the civil war
living near Kokomo, Ind. He has re
peatedly refused to accept a pension
that has accumulated until it now
amounts to more than $16,500, though
notified time and again that the
money is ready. He explains that
neither he nor his family needs the
imoney and that he is entitled to no
reward for doing his plain duty.
Among centenarian tobacco users
who came proudly to the front in the
past year, Grandma Eliza Fountain, of
"Wayne county, Iowa, seems to have
iron the blue ribbon. When she cele
brated her one-hundred-and-second
birthday, in October, admiring friends
presented to her 102 large packages
of smoking tobacco and an equal num
ber of pipes. She has been an invet
erate smoker since the age of 8, and
•he attributes her longevity to the use
of the weed.
E. C. Payne, of Shell, Wyo., Is prob
ably the only man in the world
that resides in a beehive. The
other day, while making repairs,
he ripped a clapboard from the wall
of the house and was astonished to
discover that the entire space between
the inner and outer walls of the struc
ture was filled with honeycomb. In
cisions made in the wall elsewhere,
however, proved this to be the case,
and the honeycomb was found to
even extend under the floor. Payne
removed a washtub full of honey with
out making any appreciable impres
sion on the amount between the walls.
Six thousand five hundred and thir
ty-three enlisted men desorted from
the army of the United States last
year. This is a percentage of 6.G as
compared with 6.1 per cent., the aver
age for the preceding three years.
Thirteen dollars a month is the pay of
&n enlisted man for the first two years
ta the infantry, cavalry and artillery,
with slight increases for prolonged
service. This was the pay for 40
fears ago. It represents, proportion
ately to wages in other callings, much
ess than it did then. It is urged by
many that the pay of the enlisted man
in the United States army should be
Increased to at least $20 a month.
On the first day of Januaiy, 1906,
the gross total of automobiles regis
tered in New York State was exactly
13,853, of which 232 were registered
during December, 1905, the registrar
tion in that month more than doubling
that in December, 1904. A peculiar
thing about the month's registration
was that the bulk of the cars were run
abouts, and that fewer foreign cars
were registered than for some months
past, there being but 28 of them, and
even these were divided between 12
different makes. Over fifty thousand
the automobiles used in the United
States are registered in New York,
New Jersey and Massachusetts.
Eight million persons in the United
Btates have on deposit in savings
ftanks three billion dollars. Six per
cent of all this money is in the banks
pf the city of Cleveland. Although
Cleveland's population is only on&half
of one per cent, of the population of
the whole country, the metropolis of
Ohio holds in savings' $185,000,000, or
more than six per cent, of the coun
try's total savings-bank deposits! In
the proportion of this fund to the
number of its people, the big city of
the "Buckeye" state far surpasses any
other American or foreign comroualtjr.
EX-WARDMAN
NUGENT
By OWEN K1LOARE
(Author of "My Mamie Rose," ate.)
(Copyright, 190), by Joseph B. Bowles.)
It was Thursday, trial day at head
quarters, and the session in the dep
uty commissioner's room was nearing
its end.
The city had been treated to a few
disclosures in the police department,
and hints by the prosecuting powers
seemed to promise even graver revela
tions.
The plague-spot first to be probed
was the Twelfth precinct. Here the
ruddy illumination of the illegal re
sorts had thrown a vicious glow over
the entire district.
That the rampage of vice could not
have been as unrestrained as it was
without the connivance of the police
captain—the Old Man—went without
saying but to make surer of his con
viction his adjutants and intermediar
ies were first brought within the toils.
It was owing to this plan of proce
dure that John Nugent had found him
self the defendant in the star trial on
this Thursday. It had gone against
him. The census of the police de
partment was less by one, and the tin
faded spot on his vest where his de
tective's badge had been fastened Vras
the only outward reminder of Nu
gent's recent glory and authority.
On his way home alone, Nugent was
a prey to his thoughts.
There had been no false hope about
the outcome of the trial at headquar
ters. Even without the corroboration
of his lawyer, Nugent had seen that
nothing but dismissal from the force
could have been his share. But neith
er he nor his counsel dreamed of fur
ther persecution.
"Papa."
His little daughter was standing be
fore him.
"Irene, girlie! What are you doing
here, so far from the house?"
The blue-eyed little tot, oppressed
by the importance of her errand, felt
relieved at having this opportunity of
unbosoming herself.
"It's only three blocks from the
house, and mamma said to run and
give you this when nobody is look
ing."
Nugent proceeded to read the com
munication brought by her.
"John: The district attorney's men
have been in the house and searched
it. They questioned me until I did
not know what to say. Now they are
hanging around the neighborhood and
waiting for you. Oh, why did you do
it, John? From what I understand
there is no escape for you. Even the
captain was afraid to call at the house,
but sent the message I inclose. Oh,
this is fearful, John. I've been ex
pecting it long ago.
"MART.M
The inclosure from the captain was
•ery brief:
"Jig is up. Get away as quick as
you can. There is no help for ycu
whatever, and if you stay or get
caught it would make it only worse
for you and me. Tear this up and
tlien burn it."
Nugent set fire to the note and
crushed the ashes with his foot. Then
he lifted the little girl to his arm§.
"Now, Irene, here's a quarter for
you. You run right home and tell
your mother that it's all right and
that—no, that's all, Irene. And now
run home like a good little girl. And,
say, Irene, you love your pop, don't
you?"
"Oh, how I love my big papa," and
two plump arms squeezed the big, un
gainly neck with tremendous might.
He hurriedly walked toward Broad
way, and, keeping a sharp lookout for
former colleagues, crossed. His gait
had almost become a run as he turned
into quiet Wa.tts street.
Here, only a few yards from teem
ing West street, within the echo of the
noise from piers and ferries, shaded
by a solitary tree, was a basement
saloon. It was a placid brick building
wrapped in tranquillity—suspicious
tranquillity. No one in the neighbor
hood patronized it. Yet, there It was,
bad been there for years, and seemed
to be satisfied with its mysterious ex
istence.
Assuring himself by furtive glance
that he had not been followed, Nu
gent descended the few steps to the
saloon. It was not the first time he
had been there. The two men who sat
at one of the tables, and the' bar
tender, knew him, but gave no sign of
recognition. From the paper, which
the bartender had been reading, his
name in heavy type greeted the ex
wardman.
Nugent quickly stepped to the table
and addressed himself to one of the
men.
"Just the man I want, Charlie."
"You got another guess coming, Nu
gent," was the cool rejoinder, while
the front page of the evening paper
was conspicuously displayed to him.
"See that? We ain'i living out in the
woods. We know what's doing and
that your 'wanting' days are over.
Besides, there's nothing against me
on the blotter just IK/W."
"I don't mean that," Nugent has
tened to explain. "Ijust want to have
a little talk with you—and you won't
loso nothing by it."
They retired to the rear part of the
saloon and plunged into what seemed
to be persuasion pitted against ob
stinacy. Charlie was evidently averse
to the proposition made to him.
Nugent flashed a fat roll of bills
with wise iiilont.
"Well, I tell you," said Charlie,
duly impressed by the c-VJect lesson,
"give me the money, so's that I can
get a boar, and I'll tie it under the
dock. And that's all I'm going to do,
And, anoiler tUng, you got to sta
under the dock until I give you the
tip to get out. Is that understood?"
Nugent handed over the money.
The long dock at the foot of Watts
street was on one side crowded with
the scows destined to receive part ol
the city's refuse. Under an incline,
salvage from the refuse—rags, paper,
bones—was stored by Italians who
were working for a contractor, who
pays a considerable amount annually
to the city for this privilege.
Into one corner of this cavern of
rubbish Nugent was led to await the
return of Charlie. It was in the aft
ernoon, and the place was deserted.
Sullen despair settled on his mind,
and, what he would have least expect
ed—sleep—came to him and bridged
the wait to the hour of darkness and
•scape.
He woke with a start. He had felt
a touch. The vision of the two glit
tering eyes before him was deemed the
tall end of a dream.
"You know me, mcester policeman,
no?"
"No. Who are you and what do yon
.want?"
"Ah, you no care who I am! I—
me, Pasquale Farsotti. Me, a poor
dago, a dirty dago. I tella you what
I want, meester policeman. I want to
kill you, meester policeman!"
"You're crazy, man!" said Nugent.
An evil leer framed the Italian's
mouth.
"Yes, me craze. You maka me craze,
you know. You no remember little
stand, when you come every day, with
uniform, ~i take fruit. Me get a
wife, getta da store. Then you come
every day. You say: 'Where's mine?'
You taka everything. You taka, too,
da mon. You come one day I go way.
Only my wife, my Fiametta, in da
store. She no know you. She no
give da mon. You kicka her and taka
da little cross on her breast. And
when she die in da hospital, I come
to you, and I ask, please, give little
cross. And you laugh, and you say:
'Dirty dago, go 'way.' Then, I go
craze, and I lose everything, every
thing. And now I picka da rags, and
I say every day 'Vendetta,' and I pray
I find you. And now I laugh, meester
policeman, me, Pasquale Farsotti."
Nugent's every nerve was on the
alert. A step, frit the Italian also
heard and took It for his cue for
action. Without shout or shriek, he
threw himself on his cowering enemy
and the struggle began. As they
squirmed out to the open pier from
the boarded partition, Nugent saw
Charlie standing at the edge of the
dock.
"Charlie, for heaven's sake, don't be
standing there like that," panted the
ex-wardman. "Get the gun out of my
pocket, or soak him on the head with
something."
"Nix," answered the young thief,
without changing his position. "Th4t
ain't part o' my game. I'm sorry I
got mixed up with this at all. There's
your boat, down here, a$d that's all
I got to do with you. I'd better leave
you two to yourselves. So long, and
I hope the best man win*. No coro
ner's Inquest for mine."
As the crook turned toward the
street a pistol shot rang out.
Two policemen came hurrying up.
"Here, what's this?" cried one,
grabbing Charlie.
"Honest, I don't know," answered
the crook, but he was, nevertheless,
compelled to go with the officers to
the scene of the suspected tragedy.
They found Pasquale Farsotti with a
bullet in his heart. Of the ex-ward
man there was no trace.
At the station house a little cross
of gold, inscribed "Fiametta Farsot
ti," was found on Charlie. A bundle
of letters in the ItaMan's pockets were
addressed to Pasquale Farsotti—and
the blue-coated jurists smiled a mean
ing smile at Charlie.
It did not take very long to speed
Charlie along the routine of justice.
A few weeks, and all hope was gone.
"It serves me right," soliloquized
Charlie in his cell. "Just think o' me
trying to do a favor for a cop! That
Nugent! He knew I was crooked, but
he couldn't button his coat so's that
cross wouldn't show on his watch
slang. And him knowing I'd sooner
steal than eat!"
The strike of the miners in Glaston.
burg had brought violence and de
struction in its wake. A sentry, how
ever, who was taking a fleeting glance
at a newspaper one evening suddenly
forgot his duty of guarding and read
with avidity.
"So they got Charlie for doing the
dago," he remarked when he had fin
ished the article. "It's tough on him,
but what did he want to swipe that
cross from my watch chain for? Now,
ten chances to one, he'll wind up in
the chair."
Nugent threw the paper away, but
what he had read could not be gotten
rid of so easil:*.. The see-saw of his
emotions threw him into varying
moods. His conscience, warped and
distorted as it was, strove bravely,
and—
"It's funny how this business makes
a fellow feel! Just as if I should go
to the. nearest telegraph office and
wire them that I—by God, I will!"
The Good had a grip on Nugent a.vl
wa6 leading him to the nearest tele
graph office. Then the Bad, the older
stand-by, asserted itself.
It was the hour of evening's commg.
A bird in the thicket began to carol
his evensong. Like an anthem of
thanksgiving the clear notes swung
through the gathering vapors to the
skies above. ^11 nature seemed to
have intoned a droning, thrilling lul
laby of rest, crooned by a chorus,
impelled by trusting love. And evt
the ex-wardman felt the pervading
whisper of creation.
This was something like living.
"To hell with him!" murmured Nu
gent and returned to his post.
51?
&
AR
RECKLESS BRAVERY.
How Gen. Bernard O. Farrar and
Three Xen Tried to Capture Half
a Hundred Confederates.
Those who know Gen. Bernard G.
Farrar are aware that he served with
distinction during the civil war and
that more adventures befell him than
even he remembers now, for the years
th&t have flown by have dimmed them
into a pleasant haze. There was one
experience of Gen. Farrar that he
seems to regard rather lightly, per
haps because it- was only a mere part
of the duty that devolved upon him,
but be that as it may, at the head of
his troops he made a raid down
.through the swamps of upper Louisi
ana, his men lighting their way along
the corduroy road that led them
through the treacherous ooze by
torches of fat pine and in the very
heart of the enemy'B country he cut
out and captured 2,000 head of cattle
that were being driven eastward from
Texas to supply the confederacy with
much needed beef.
But among all of Gen. Farrar's war
memories there is one that stands out
distinct and silhouetted against the
dim of the past as clear as a cameo,
and that one deals with a time when
he and three troopers from the Fourth
I—nois cavalry attacked a confederate
force that outnumbered them more
than ten to one. It was in the close
of the year 1863 when the union forces
and confederate forces were confront
ing each other along the Potomac and
in Tennessee.
"The union forces along the Missis
sippi," says Gen. Farrar, when he
had settled himself comfortably back
"WIS TRIED TO HIDE BEHIND THE
STOUT OAK RAILS."
in his chair, "merely divided the con
federacy and had little to do with the
ultimate destiny of the republic, but
occasionally we had rather lively
times there, and there was one experi
ence that befell tie that was the clos
est call I had during the whole war.
"It was in the early part of De
cember, 1863, and I was in Natchez,
Miss., which was one of the links in
the chain that we had stretched along
the Mississippi.
"The confederate general, Wirt Ad
ams, with a large cavalry force, was
making things in Natchez a trifle un
pleasant for us, and at length Brig.
Gen. Gresham came down from Vicks
burg, bringing a' mixed command of
infantry and cavalry to our relief.
Very much to my surprise, he placed
me in command of the cavalry and
two companies of mounted infantry,
and we at once assumed the aggres
sive and set off after Gen. Adams,
who was supposed to be at Fayette,
20 miles away. Our progress was ac
companied by a series of advance'
guard skirmishes,' but there was very
little opposition to our advance that
was at all serious. On the night of
December 23 we rode. into Fayette,
having dispersed what confederate
forces we had found, and went to sleep
without the least fear of any surprise.
But at daybreak the following morn
ing there was a vigorous attack made
on our pickets on all sides. I was
ordered to take my cavalry and clear
the country of the comparatively
straggling forces that were annoying
us. I had under my coramand four
troops, and we never seemed able to
catch the enemy, for they were thor
oughly familiar with the country and
knew all the bridle paths and byways,
and after we had followed them as
best we could for more than a mile
I made up my mind that we had put
a stop to their annoying us and start
ed back toward Fayette, where the
rest of our force was.
"When near camp I heard firing to
my right and, halting my command,
took five cavalrymen from the Fourth
Illinois trocp and set off to recon
noiter. After going a few hundred
yards I reached the top of a liill, and
there, down in the valley below, I
could see a confederate force of about
50 cavalry making things hot for our
pickets. I dismounted at once, dis
patched a Message to my command,
left one man in charge of the horses
and then with three-men started down
the bill.
"The road along which the con
federate- cavalry who were annoying
our
piokets had come ran parallel to
the bas* of tl?°. hill. Before them
was the strength at our encampment,
and I made up my mind that if we
could get behind them ve would cap
ture the whole lot. They were about
£00 yards away from us, so we made
our way down along the side of the
hill, pneaking along, concealed by the
rndergrowth, until we were within
about 70 yardi of them, and then all
of a sudden it stiuck me that if we
could capture them It would bo a
great thing for us. At first my inten
tion was to wait for my command to
come up, lnit when I thought of the
glory of taking them by surprise with
my small force and frightening them
so that they would run into the arms
of our main force or surrender to me,
I couldn't stand it, so with my three
cavalrymen I placed myself In the
lane and we opened as hot a fire as
we could with rifles and pistols upon
the unsuspecting confederates, who
were taken completely by surprise.
"I have never seen such a panic as
followed our first volley, but it didn't
last long. Ahead of them was our
main strength,' and they knew It.
They didn't know how strong we
were, and were too much startled to
see accurately, so they retreated a hun
dred yards or so, but the confederate
captain never lost his nerve for a min
ute, and from the start was trying to
rally his men. In a few minutes he
had them under his control, swung
them around and charged down on us
full tilt, with his sword out and his
men coming on behind, the hoofs of
their horses sounding like thunder.
As they saw what a weak force there
was ahead of them they set up a wild
yell, and just at that particular mo
ment I asked myself what kind of a
fool I was to attack's force that out
numbered us more than ten to one.
We were in a bad fix, and there was
no time for us to reload. On each
side of the road was a rail fence. One
side was steeply up hill, the other
fiat, and it didn't take any of us a mo
ment to choose where we wanted to
go. I don't think any of us touched
a rail when we were getting out of
the lane, for we were all pretty well
frightened. There wasn't any time
for us to get far away, for the con
federates were close on us, and com
ing as fast as their horses could run.
"Up on top of the hill I could hear
my command coming as fast as they
could, for they were anxious to get
in the fight. The confederates must
have beard them, too, for they passed
us like a whirlwind and the fraction
of a minute that they spent in going
by was the most miserable moment
that I have ever spent in my life. It
seemed to me as if every man that
passed us shot at us a dozen times.
We hadn't had any time to make a
run for it, so we crowded up to the
fence as close as 'we could and tried
to hide behind the stout oak rails.
Each one of us endeavored to take up
just as little space as possible, and
the roar of the horses' hoofs and the
popping of carbines and pistols as they
shot at us going by on the dead run
made me think that our chances were
worse than small for getting through.
"But the last confederate cavalry
man swept by us and there wasn't a
one of us touched. Down the hill my
men came riding like devils, and when
they came to where their commander
was they found him tucked away in a
fence corner and as far in the fence
corner as he could get, feeling of him
self to see if he was still alive. My
men stopped but a moment and then
set off after the enemy, but pursuit
was useless and they were soon back
awaiting my further orders.
"What insane idea led me to-attack
a force that was so greatly superior
I have never been able to grasp. It
was sheer impulse, nothing else, but
it was an impulse that was so strong
that I never hesitated a moment and
the first effect was entirely gratifying,
for we nearly stampeded the confed
erates into our line3 before their cap
tain got them under control again.
When they did pass us they were rid
ing So hard and going so fast that
they could rifet shoot accurately, and,
besides, the target that we presented
wasn't very big, for each one of us
was drawn up into as small a space
as possible. When my men had satis
fied themselves that I wasn't hurt
they made a little cast back up the
road and found two confederate sol
diers that we had wounded, and be
sides there was almost a wagon load
of equipments that they had dropped
in their surprise, so it majfbe said
that my attack wasn't entirely with
out results.
"I've been in tight places since and
know what the hum of bullets sounds
like, but I have always felt that the
closest call I ever had was in that
little narrow country lane near
Fayette, Miss., in December, 1863.
The' force we attacked didn't know
how weak we were, but when their
captain had rallied them they came
down after us in as fine a cavalry
charge as I have ever seen. The cap
tain leading them was a fine fellow
and every inch a brave man, but I
have never seen him since."
Humor of a Sham' Battle.
During some recent sham fighting by
British troops the following incident,
described by the London Chronicle, oc
curred: "An umpire on riding up to a
trooper of the skeleton army, whose red
flag denoted that he represented a double
company of Infantry, found him, utterly
unconscious of any wrong-doing on his
part, plucking blackberries from
hedgerow. The umpire sharply ques
tioned him whether he was aware that
he was surrounded, and that for half an
hour the guards had not only been firing
at him and his flag from a skirmishing
line but that a Maxim gun had directed
its hailing attention upon him through
a. defile for 20 minutes. The nonplussed
trooper, wiping the rich purple stains
of the blackberries from his lips, then
doubled off to join his unit."
Deep Dive of Submarine.
The greatest depth to which a sub
marine boat is known to have descended,
under full control and without injury,
is 138 feet. That record was made in ex
periments in Europe by a vessel designed
by the American invented Simon Lake
CHT7HCH AND SCHOOL.
Rhodes scholars at Oxford university
have come to be known as "Rhodes
ters."
John Bartlett, of "Familiar Quota
tions" fame, one of the most retiring
in habits and valuable in service of
the literates of Boston, died recently
at the age of 86.
Prof. Yoshitaro Nakamuro, graduate
of the imperial agricultural college in
Sappiro, Japan, is at the Minnesota
state school of agriculture taking a
special course in animal industry and
meats.
The foreign mission board of the
southern Baptist convention, has here
tofore considered the dispatch of 1$
new missionaries in one year quite a
notable event. During the years 1904
'i/o it has sent out 50.
A copy of John E. Mott's book, "The
Pastor and Modern Missions," has been
presented to every pastor in the New
England conference, through the gen
erosity ot Mrs. J. A. Woolson, Hon. E
H. Dunn and Dr. E. M. Taylor.
Nebraska Is home mission ground
with 30,000 Norwegians and Danes,,
and many thousands of Swedes,
Polander3 and Italians. These dif
ferent nationalities have their settle
ments, in many of which they have
their own church pastor.
The holy see has assented to the
petition of the archbishop of Milwau
kee to divide the parent diocese and
establish a new episcopal see, either at
Madison, Fond du Lac or Racine. The
diocese of Milwaukee has now 349
priests, 293 churches, and a Catholic
population of 294,000.
Prof. W. T. Foster, of Bowdoin col
lege, is urging that all the New Eng
land colleges and preparatory schools
should allow credit toward the A. B.
degree for artistic studies, such as
music, painting, sculpture, etc., on the
ground that they provide a thorough,
and wise training of the senses and are
essential to the development of char
acter and taste. He believes that tr? n
ing for citizenship should include
application of the beautiful.
INDUSTRIAL ITEMS.
The old style sharp-pointed shoe of
Spanish crigin has nearly disappeared
in Mexico, having been replaced by the
American lasts.
The cabinet makers of France are
artists, but they keep reproducing,
year after year, the styles which their
forefathers have made for centuries.
The cut of lumber in the Canadian
province of Ontario will exceed that
of last year by 100,000,000 feet. The
cut will total about 450,000,000 feet.
Germany pig iron production in Oc
tober passed, for the first time, the
million-ton mark. The month's out
put reached 1,006,943 tons, a gain ot
16 per cent, over October last year.
This country ranks first in the pa
per-making industry. Germany is sec
ond, and Great Britain comes third.
The production in America is two or
three times greater than In Great
Britain.
The United States consumes all of it»
annual iron output of 35,000,000 tons,
England consumes 6,000 tons more
than its 14,000,000 ton output, and
Germany 3,000,000 more than its 21,
000,000 ton output.
One brick-making company put out
84,260,030 bricks, with an average to
the machine of nearly 3,750,000. This
is the largest average, and the greatest
total of brick ever made in New York
state by any brick manufacturing
plant.
According to recent statistical state
ments published in the Bulletin of the
Commercial Geographical society of
Paris, the world's production of pe
troleum was divided as follows: United
States, 15,000,000 tons Russia, 10,600,
000 Sumatra, Java and Borneo, 1,000,
000 Roumania, 496,000 the East In
dies, 404,000 all others, 250,000.
1
Amended.
Knicker—Speech is silver.
Bocker—And silence is oil.—N. Y.
Sun.
FACIAL PARALYSIS
Nervous Distortion of Face Cured by
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills.
What appears to be a slight nervous
attack may be the forerunner of a severe
disorder. No nervous sufferer should
neglect the warning symptoms, but
shonld see that the starved nerves are
nourished before the injury to the deli
cate organism has gone to an exteut that
renders a cure a difficult matter. The
nerves receive their nourishment through
the blood, the same as every other part
of the body, and the best nerve tonic and
food is Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. The
experience of Mr. Harry Bern is, of
Trutliville, Washington county, N. Y.,
substantiates this.
"I had been feeling badly for a long
time," said Mr. Bemis. and in the
early part of September, 1902,1 wascom-
Eealth.
elled to quit work on account of my ill
My trouble was at first ex
treme. nervousness, then my sight be
came affected and I consulted an oculist
who said I was suffering from paralysis.
He treated me for some time, but I got
no benefit. I tried another doctor and
again failed to obtain any relief. My
nervousness increased. Slight noises
would almost make me wild. My mouth
was drawn so I could scarcely eat and
one eye was affected so I could hardly
see. I had very little use of ir.7 limbs,
in fact I was almost a complete wreck
I am all right now and am at work.
That is because I followed my wife's ad
vice and took Dr. Williams' Pink Pills.
She had used the same remedy herself
with the most gratifying results and she
persaaded me to try them when-it ap
peared that the doctors were unable to
help me. They acted very surely in mjr
case my face came back into shape and
in time I was entirely well."
Dr.
Williams' Pink Pills are sold by all
druggist* or by mail by the Dr. Williams'
Medicine Co., Schenectady, N. Y. A
booklet on Nervous Disorders sent free
on request.
