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fJ I ~v* t* p*' It if I if, I, if It Spnnlet Who Can Tell Tliiic. Caiio, a half-spaniel, aged two. is the property uf an Auburn newsdealer. His ppoeiaity is telling the by time of day the town clock. •*I want you to run up street, Carlo, look at the town clock, and return'here in just tifteen minutes," said Ills mas ter, tl other day. in the presence of several friends. Carlo trotted on up street, and at the expiration of just lif teen uduites returned. He was sent out again, with orders to return in half an hour. One of the men present fol lowed him to observe liis actions. The dog wont "ap iiiaie street to a point where ho could sot tlie clock, and soon engaged in play with several other ca nines. The watcher noticed that Carlo frequently glanced in the direction of the (.lock. Suddenly he stopped short, wagged his tail, and started on a run •down the strsr.1. It lii'-kml two min utes of the appohUiXi tiuie. and at the end of tliat tvn. minutes tin- dog was back In the store.—-New York Mail and Express. Don't Wear Xlsjlit Dresses, A Xew Yorker visited (,'nnnd.i some time ago made a trip through »no of the Northwestern cm lories, and spent a time as the suesr of a rancher. "1 fixed him up as well ts 1 could the rancher relates, "but lie com plained that he did not like sleeping with his clothe son. So, after the lirst night, I stretched a covvskin across the 6hack, and told Ima lie might undress If ho liked. He took off most of his garments and put on. a long wiiite night dress. In the morning my fore man came in AV! 'O TLIE gentleman was •till sleeping. Observing the white night dress, he said, inawiiisper: 'Ilatherauildcn—eh 'WhatV' I asked. 'The death of the old man." 'He's not dead—lie's asleep,' I ex plained. Then what's he wearin' Them b'led clothes forV' was the reply 'Nev er saw a chap laid out in b'ileti clothes afore, 'cept lie were dead.' Luck in Hcrse Shoes. •"I have kept a horseshoe over my door for years," said a man whom good luck had never oppressed, "but luck has never come my way very much, and I had almost begun to lose faith in the horse shoe. But this morning a friend of mine came along and saw the horseshoe over my door. 'Hello!' he says. "You've got your horseshoe wrong end up.' 'What I says. '"And lie says I've got my horseshoe wrong end up: I've got it hung with the point up and the ends down, and it ought to be hung with the point down and the ends up. ILung the oth er way. the luck runs off. "And he says this- is old as the hills. He tnou^ht everybody knew that. But I didn't: I never heard of it before. "But I've taken my horseshoe down and hung it with the ends up and now I'm waiting." Lying. It was said of Dr. Johnson that he always talked as though he were tak ing an oath. He detested the liabit of lying or prevaricating in the slightest degree, and would not allow liis ser vants to say he was not at home if he was. "A servant's strict regard for the truth," said he, "must be weakened by such a practice. If I accustom my ser vant to tell a lie for me. have I not rea son to apprehend that he will tell tliem for himself V" A strict adherence to truth the doctor considered as a sacred •obligation, and, in relating the smallest anecdote, he would not allow himself t~e minutest addition to embellish his story. An Opportunity to Cute 1» t'p. If the next century added not a dol lar to the world's material wealth, nor a single discovery to science, nor a new mechanical appliance, it might be just •as well or better for the sons of earth. It would give the spiritual an opportu nity to catch up. If you have read the history of nations dead and gone, you know that their decline began when their prosperity was at its height: and when they felt most secure then it was that their foundations crumbled.— JSbert HubbarJ. in the Philistine. Mild Winter In lluMMia. "Not within living memory has there been known so abnormally snowless a winter in European Russia as the sea son just closing. Throughout the whole of these southern latitudes, says an Odessa correspondent, and for a stretch of nearly 2,000 miles northward, there is only hero and there the merest sprinkling of snow, while the tempera ture alternates between a few degrees of frost and crisp spring weather. A Rank One. Agent—This lamp uses only one-half the oil of any other. It is made of al uminum. Individual—I don't see what that's got to do with it. "Aluminum is the lightest metal known."—Cincinnati Commercial-Trib une. DON'T MISS THIS OUR NEXT ISSUE Will contain the first install ment of a New Serial Story "FROZEN DEEP" By Willcle Collins. This fascinating romance is one of best of the many excellent pro •doctions of this celebrated aiathorfs fn. Don't fail to get the opening Chapters. IT BEGINS NEXT fEEL I tianson and 10 others was CHAPTER XIX.— (COXTIN'CED.I Ralph sent for Judge Ireton, Imo ene's father, but the fatal news had Already reached him, and it had been too much for the proud old man. His feeble constitution had been unable to withstand the shock of his daughter's guilt, and he was stricken down in a (it. He never regained his conscious ness, but on the third day after the at tack, he died in blissful insensibility. Imogene was confined to the room in the third story, which was made as comfortable as might be for her use, and Ralph went about the house a gloomy, grief-stricken man. For sor row such as his, who could offer words of comfort? Governor Fulton prepared to return home, and he insisted on taking Helen with him. The Rock now was no place for a giddy thing like her, he said. On the day of her departure Helen met Guy St. Cyril in one of the empty parlors. She went up to him and held out her hand. "Mr. St. Cyril," s4e said, "I am going to start for home today. Let us shake hands and part good friends." He took her hand in his, and looked into her face a little reproachfully. "Do you think I have been very naughty with you, Mr. St. Cyril?" she asked, demurely. "Yes, I do. You have treated me shamefully, when I have loved you so!" "Indeed. Well, I wasn't aware I had been so wicked! Will you ever forgive me?" "Do you wish me to?" "I don't much care—if you do?" "And if I do not?" "Guy, I shall be sorry." She bowed her head a little, her soft curls swept his hand. Ho flung his arm around her. "Helen, one thing tell me. Do you love me?" "Let me go! I won't tell you!" "You shall not go until you do tell me! And here is your honored father to witness your assertion." The governor looked on in a puzzled perplexity. "What? how? What is the meaning of 'this! I don't understand." "You don't see it, do you, papa?" said Helen, saucily. "I really don't think I do," said the governor, slowly. "I'll be obliged if somebody will explain." "I love your daughter, sir," said St. Cyril, manfully "but I cannot win a like confession from her. Still, I take the liberty of thinking I am not indif ferent to her." "Box his ears, papa. He is an im pertinent puppy." "Helen, you must tell me! Do you love me? Ye%or no?" "Yes and no both. I love you till you let me go, and then I don't." "Then I will never let you go!" "It strikes me your arms will ache in about a week from now. "Helen, answer me!" "Well, what if I do love you?" He strained her closer, and put down his face to hers. "Papa, run out quick!" cried the in corrigible girl. "This fellow is pucker ing up his mouth to kiss me! And I wouldn't have you see him for the world!" The governor put their hands together. "She loves you, my boy," he said, kindly, "and I give her to you but I warn you in the beginning, she's hard to manage. You'll lead an awful life of it!" "I'll take the responsibility, and reckon myself the most fortunate," re plied St. Cyril. "And now you'll come home with us. won't you, and see sister Letitia?" said Helen. "I want her to look you over and see if you'll do. She's a great judge of men. So much so that she's never found one to suit her. You'll come, won't you, dear Guy?" The last words were spoken so low that no one heard them save St Cyril, but with them she could have coaxed him to the ends of the earth. "Yes," said the governor, "you must go with us, and your sister, also. I must look upon you now as one of the family." So when Governor Fulton and his daughter departed, they took away with them the St. Cyrils, and a quiet that was absolutely horrible settled down over the household at the Rock. Lynde Graham was the only visitor, and (he did not come very often, for he feared that his presence might make it harder for Ralph Trenholme to bear bis terrible affliction. But he and Agnes met very often out on the cliffs that overhung the sea, and *at there through the long sweet sum Tier twilights, hand in hand, forgetful everything save the perfect peace ind content In their own hearts. Lynde had been two months out of 'rison before he said anything to Agnes I ?rhat lay so near Jita heart They /ere sitting one .evening on the beach, /atching the tide creep up the glitter ag Mad. He tipned suddenly toward m. -'v "Agnes, dear,"he said, "you have Mt alaoadarstood me darlm all thttt PY (PI A(g/i 1 MMMUM days we have been together? You know that I love you?" Her blushing silence answered him. "I have not spoken, because I hardly thought it right for us to be selfishly happy while poor Ralph is miserable so very near us. But it is best to under stand each other fully, Agnes. Once I loved Imogene but as I told you, that love died long ago, and another has taken its place. Not the wild, head strong passion I felt for her, but the calm, pure, all-enduring affection that will last through all time. Once you periled your life, and, what i3 even dearer to a woman than her life—your reputation—for me. Why did you do it? Shall I—dare I—put upon that ac tion the sweetest interpretation I can think of?" "What would that be?" she asked timidly. "It would be that you did it because you loved me." "I did love you. 0 Lynde! I suffered so much because of it! And I never dared to think you would care for me." "My darling! I trust in God the suf fering is o'er past The joy is begun." CHAPTER XX. MOGENE TREN HOLME'S condi tion did not im prove. On the con trary, her violent fits grew more fre a passed. Ralph had the best medical advice that could be procured, but without giving her any benefit. She became so dan gerous that he did not trust any of the servants to take her food, but attended her constantly him self. And singularly enough, with him she was always gentle and pliable. She never yielded to one of her paroxysms in his presence. It was pitiful to see how her wan face would light up at his coming, and her great eyes lose their restless brilliancy and grow soft and almost tender. She talked to him confidingly, as a little child might al ways of things long past, incidents con nected with her childhood. She told him plaintive stories of the brooks she had played beside, the bird's nests she had found and the nice books she had read. She used to beg for flowers, and he brought them to her in lavish pro fusion, and she would twine the red roses and the white lilies in her black hair, and fasten knots of them upon her bosom. All memory of the dark two years just past seemed to have fled from her she never alluded to any past save that which crowned the years of her childhood. But if a stranger ventured into her presence, then all was changed. It was frightful to see her. Her eyes became like livid coals, her fair face purpled, her pale lips were drawn away from the sharp, white teeth, and she took on all the form of an infuriate demon. It was the first of September—a wild night of storm and wet. Ralph had re tired early, but there was no sleep for him. He had fallen into a kind of wak ing dream, when he was aroused by what seemed to him like the stealthy closing of a door. He started up and listened, but all was still, save the roar of the waves on the beach and the thunder of the wind^n the chimneys. He must have been deceived, he said to himself. He was absolutely getting weak and nervous. He lay back and composed himself to sleep. But in vain. He thought of Imogene. Perhaps he had forgotten to secure her door prop erly when he took up her supper. He sprang out of bed, threw on a dressing gown, and hurried up to the third story. He tried the door. It was fast. He listened at the keyhole. All within was quiet. He hastened back to his chamber and flung himself down on the bed. He was falling into a state of semi-forgetfulness, when he heard Quito howl dolorously. Since the con finement of Imogene the dog had been suffered to go at large, as he showed no disposition to be quarrelsome. There was something in that midnight wail that grated ominously on the nerves of Mr. Trenholme. He was not a su perstitious man, but it always startled him to hear a dog howl at night. He rose again, and dressed himself in haste. And, led by some uncontrol lable impulse, he stepped into the pas sage, walking up the corridor until he came opposite the door of the haunted chamber. There he stopped. He could not well do otherwise. A bright glare of light shot through the keyhole, and he heard a strange, rushing sound with in. He tried the handle. It turned, but the door was secured on the inside. With one blow of 'his foot he sent it shattered from the hinges and stood transfixed by the sight he beheld. Before the great mirror, dressed in the bridal robe of the dead Marina, her black hair covered with the blood stained veil, and wreathed with the faded orange flowers, stood Imogene. Her dress left her neck and arms bare, and they literally blazed with jewels the diamonds that for years had been the pride of the Trenholmes. Her cheeks were crimson with strange ex citement, her eyes blazed like stars. All around her she had piled everything of a combustible nature that the room contained, and she was surrounded by smoke and flame.Eren as he looked, her ft^t.dresi» :watt a maas bf fir*. He sprang' forward, but she waved him back. & -SUfcl UnplMMfi $ "Keep off, all of you!" she cried. "I am to be married! Don't murder ma on my bridal day! See! the flameB are my wedding garments, and. my jewels are coals of living fire!" .He rughe'd toward her, tearing away the blazing obstacles that intervened between them, but even as he laid his hand upon her, she fell forward Into the surging sea of fire, and then the smoke and flame closed over every thing. Ralph's loud cry of horror brought the servants to.the spot, and the flames were stayed but when they lifted Im ogene up, she was past all aid. In this world she would never suffer more. They buried her in the old graveyard by the sea, and with her they buried her great crime. It was never after mentioned in the family. (The end.) A NATURAL LIFE BELT. Air Injccted Under tho Skin Will Float a Man. Dr. Schneider-Preiswerk, in Basle, has discovered a novel means of sav ing life in marine accidents, which if generally used will probably lessen greatly the number of lives lost by such accidents, says the Philadelphia Record. His invention has been pronounced very important by the French Acad emy of Sciences, which in one of their last meetings listened very attentively to a lecture by Dr. Lanveraux upon the new invention. The inventor does away with all artificial" belts and other floating appliances he proposes to in flate the cellular texture beneath the human skin on the breast, which, if filled with air, forms a natural pneu matic belt, by the aid of which one may not only float himself but even support another body. The idea is said to be perfectly practicable. It has been proved that a man weighing 160 pounds, whose specific weight is between 1.08 and 1.10, whose head may weigh seven pounds, needs only about 200 cubic inches of air within his body in order to float with the head out of the water. This amount of air is easily inserted into this hollow space beneath the skin with Dr. Schneider's hseptic syr inges, which will in one injection in flate from twenty to thirty-five cubic inches of air. The introduction of the point, which is only two millimeters thick, will hardly be felt. Such a pump is not even necessary. It is much sim pler to use a little apparatus, also pat ented by Dr. Schneider, which consists of a hollow needle, a thin rubber hose eighteen inches long, into which this needle is inserted. A little aseptic cotton placed into the open end of the rubber hose is all that is necessary. The skin is simply raised, the hollow needle introduced into it, and then the other end of the rubber hose is taken into the mouth and the man's own breath blown into it. Two deep res. pirations, which are blown into each side of the breast, will be sufficient to float a man, however heavy. Didn't Know His Neighbor. Jonathan has been into the Maine woods eighteen seasons, and his occu pation there has been gathering spruce gum. He builds a cabin in the fall when he is about to begin work in anew territory. It is generally a small one, but he takes great pains to make it one that can easily be kept warm. One year he passed five months without see ing a human being, and at the end ol that time he found that another man had been in camp less than two miles from his all winter. They did not see each other's tracks for the reason that the other fellow was trapping, and con fined his journeylngs to a valley where a large stream and its branches gave him a field for his operations. Two miles away Mr. Stone lived in his little camp on the edge of a big spruce growth, and in following this he went away from, instead of toward, his neighbor, the trapper. When they had finished their season's work and got acquainted coming out, they told each other of the lonesome evenings passed iu their respective camps. The Postal Staff and the Cats. The cats are invariably treated with great kindness by the postal staff, Kittens are born in all sorts of odd cor ners, even occasionally under a desk or table in the sorting office. One ca1 has successfully reared during the present year a family of six in the regis tered letter department, but this, ol course, is exceptional. They are gen erally born in the kitchens, as there are plenty of old wornout coats about which makes a comfortable bed. At soon as they are old enough some one requiring a cat takes one home to the domestic hearth. There is often a keer struggle for their possession and a man will feed both mother and kitten on milk and watch them with anxiouf eye, only to find in the end that be is a day too late, some one having fore stalled him and disappeared with thf coveted pet.—Westminster Gazette. Tickets are Transferable. The Supreme court of Maryland hat decided that the purchaser of a berth or a section of a sleeping car has the right to give another person the use thereof if he leaves the car before if reaches the end of the trip for which the berth was bought. A passengei secured a section, rode in it for pari of the trip and then sold his section ticket to another passenger, he leaving the train. The second purchaser wai refused the use of the Section by the conductor of the car and was ejected, whereupon he brought suit with the aboye result Getting Even with Worcester The story is told of Oliver Wendel Holmes that when1 one of his friend* announced his .intention/of deli verity a lectin* til Worcester Holmes cheer fuliy^i^ awfully^ad hear It I always did hat* those Wor cester people." ay rt&sflfrts llublncsa. Bookkeeper—This man has always paid cash, and now he wants to open an account. Shall I accommodate him? Manager—Certainly not. Bookkeeper—And this man has had an account and now pays cash. Manager—Never trust him again.— Brooklyn LYife. AN OPEN LETTER TO MOTHERS, We are asserting in the courts our right to the exclusive use of the word "CASTORIA." and "PITCHER'S CASTORIA," as our Trade Mark. I, Dr. Samuel Pitcher, of Hyannis, Massa chusetts, was the originator ol "PITCHER'S CASTORIA," the same that has borne and doe3 now bear the fac-simile signature of CHAS. H. FLETCHER on every wrapper. This is tho original "PITCHER'S CASTORIA" which has been used in the homes ot ihe mothers of America for over thirty years. Look carefully at the wrapper and see that it is "the kind you have always bought," and has the signature of CHAS. H. FLETCHER on the Wrapper. No one has authority from me to use my name ex cept The Centaur Company of which Chas H. Fletcher is President. March 8. 1897. SAMUEL PITCHER, M. D. Home, Stveet Home. "My brain is on fire!" tragically ex claimed Mrs. Bobbins, as she threw berself down on the sofa. "Why don't you blow it out?" ab sentmindedly replied Bobkins, deeply absorbed in the evening paper. And then he dodged a flying hair brush.—Xew How's Tlila? We offer One Hundred Dollars reward for any case of Catarrh that cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh Cure. F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, O. We. the undersigned, have known J. Cheney tor the last fifteen years, and believe him perfectly honorable in all business transatcions and financially able to carry out any obligations made by their firm. West & Truax, Wholesale Druggists, Toledo, O. Walding, Kinnan & Marvin, Wholesale Druggists, Toledo, O. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally, acting directly upon the blood and mu cous surfaces of the system. Testimonials sent free. Price 75 cents per bottle. Sold by all druggists. Hall's Family Pills are the best. About the only thing they sell at a church fair is the public. Merit Means Money Made. You cannot advertise money out of peo ple's pockets all the tine: you may .lo it now and then, but if you don't give them something of absolute merit in return, advertising will never prove successful. The kind of advertising that pays is ad vertising a good thing. As it has merit the people will use it again and again. Never has this been better illustrated than in the great success of Cascarcts. candy cathartic, that we have been lately advertising in this paper. All druggists call Cascarets repeaters that is, people who buy them like them, and buy them again and recommend them to their friends. Cascarets are guaranteed to cure constipation or money refunded, and are a delightful laxative atd liver stimulant the best medicine evt.r made. We recommend all our readrs to try them. Early risers—breakfast rolls. if A' TA' wyiM.WAi'! "MY WIFE'S ..wmaesair, W 1 Strifes How I was the means of saving it. When the lungs are Fattacked and the symptoms of consumption appear, then begins the struggle between affection and that destroying disease which slays its thousands annually. It is a happy issue to the struggle when disease is conquered and health restored. Such an issue does not always end the struggle, but it did in the oase of Mr. K. Morris, Memphis,'Tenn., who saw his wife wasting and weakening and physicians helpless, and then sug gested the simple remedy that wrought the cure. He tells the svry thus: "Seven years ago, my wife had a severe attack of lung trouble which the phy sicians pronounced consumption. The cough was extremely distressing, espe cially at night, and was frequently attended with the spitting of blooa. The doctors being unable to help her. I in duced her to try Dr. Avcr's Cherry Pectoral and was surprised at the great relief it gave, nefore using one whole bottle she was cured, so that now she is strong and quite healthy. That this mediciue saved my wife's life I have not the least doubt. I always keep Dr. Ayer's Cherry Pectoral in the house. Whenever any of my family have a cold or cough we use it, and are I 1 promptly cured."—K. UOMLII, Memphis, Tenn. The question: Is consumption curm. ble?" is still debated, and still debatable. It is easy to say that this was not a case of consumption. Yet the physicians said it was. They should know. As a matter of Met, Dr. Ayer's Cherry Pectoral ha* wrought so many similar cures that it seems to argue the curableuess of con. sumption, in its earlier stages, by the us* of this remedy. There is no better medi cine for pulmonary troubles than Dr., Ayer's Cherry Pectoral. It gives relief in cases of Asthma, and Bronchitis, where re. lief has been heretofore unattainable. It promptly cures Coughs and Colds, hm Grippe,' and all affections of the throat and lungs. Heretofore, Dr. Ayer's Cherry Pectoral has been put up in full sise bottles only, at $1.00 per bottle. To meet deidemand 1 Ilnrtl Knoclco. "One ust expect a groat many hard knocks in this world," he remarked, thoughtfully. "Well, I should say so!" she returned, with great emphasis. Then he recalled that only the day before he had seen her practicing with a pair of roller skates.—Chicago Post A Long Look Alic»d., Politicians are now wcigning the pos sibilities involved in the next presi dential election. The papers are full of predictions as to the future, which are someAvhat too self-confidcnt. But it is safe to say that a systematic course of Hostetter's Stomach Bitters will renew health in the bilious, rheu 1 matic or nervous. Cumso—Those deaf and dumb per sons are engaged in energetic conver sation. Cawker—1Tliey are talking straight from the shoulder.—Judge. Don't Tobacco Spl* and Smoke Your Life Away. To quit tobacco easily and forever, be mat* netic, full of life, nerve and vitfor, take No-To Bac. the wonder-worker, that makes weak men st rong. All (1 rugsists, 50c. or $1. Cure guaran teed. Booklet and samplo free. Address Sterling Remedy Co.. or New York. Whisky has a peculiar way of getting a man down after lie gets it down. Rcnl tlie AilvcrtlMcmonts. You will enjoy this publication much better if you will get into the habit of reading the advertisements they will afford a most interesting study and will put you in the way of getting some excellent bargains. Our adver tisers are reliable they send what they advertise. He—Do you really believe ignorance is bliss?" She—"I don't know. You seem to be happy."—Xew YYrk Mail and Ex press. Star Tobacco is the leading brand of the world, because it is the best. Politeness yields large dividends, but it is an investment often overlooked. Piso's Cure for Consumption is the best of all cough cures.—George W. Lotz, Fa bucher, La., Aug. 2C, 1893. Some people who have more money than brains' are not considered wealthy. To Core Constipation Forever. Take Cascarets Candy Cathartic. lOo or 2S& If C. C. C. tail to cure, druggists refund money. Hl» Etyiiolog icnl ClniiHlilcatlsn. Puck: Cumso—Is Gov. Pingree of Michigan gold buc? Mrs. Pinkham Says a Caroftd Regard for Bodily Health Makes Women, Sweet and Attractive to Ail. The world is filled with sweet women who are held back from usefulness by Some trouble of the female organs. Fretfulness and nervousness rapidly destroy sweet dispositions. Cawker—I always understood that he waa pctaio bu»c. Sickly all-worn-out women cannot live happy lives. Nearly every woman may be well and happy if she will follow Mrs. Pinkham's advice. 4 S a a a 111111 "DEAB MRS. PINKHAM:—I have taken Lydia E. jjp [I) Pinkham's Vegetable Compound and think it is the best medicine for women in the world. I was so weak and nerv ous that I thought I could not live from one day to the next. I had prolapsus uteri and leucorrhcea, and thought that yi A .• .. a world-wide tor a smaller pack. age, the remedy is now put up iu half size" :dy bottles, at half price—56 cents. Write for Dr. Ayer's Curebook (free) and learn of the cures effected by Dr. Ayer's Cherrj more Pectoral. Address J. C. Ayer Co., L,oweli, Mass. A n—.v.,?"' WimloWs rtootbinsr Syrnp rorchlldren teething,softens the srums.reduces Influx mattouAUaja P*in. cures wind cclic. SS cent* a bottl* The old maid is always a matchles* woman. Educate Tour llowela With Cascarets. ,nCao-dy Cathartic cure constipation forever. 10c, »oc. If C. C. C. fail, druggists refund money. A product of the ground—sausage THE SECRET OF A GOOD DISPOSITION. I would die. I had dragging pains in my back, burning sen sation down to my feet, and so many miserable feelings. Peo ple said that I looked like a dead woman. Doctors tried to cure me, but failed. I had given up when I heard of the Pinkham medicine. I got a bottle. I did not have much faith in it, but thought I would try it, and it made anew woman of me. I wish I could gebevery lady in the land to try it, for it did for me what doctors could not do." —Mrs. SALLIE CKAIG, Baker's Landing, Pa. That Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound Is a safeguard of woman's health is clearly proveii by the thousands of letters constantly being received. Hera is one from Mrs. W. P. VALENTINE, 566 Ferry Ave., Camdee, N. J.: DEAB MRS. PINKHAM:—Before writing to you I felt very bad, had terrible sick headaches, no appetite, gnawing pain in stomach, pain in my back and righ* side was tired and nervous, and so weak I coul4 jcaroely stand. I wasnot able to do anything, had sharp pains all through my body. Before half a bottle of Lydja E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, I fonnd myself im- tha^I did not need to takfe any more. Iamlike^newperaoib* Ask Mrs. Pltkiunrt A&riu-A WwaaB Best radertfgiKb a Womaa*t IQs IA i. If: Iliad taken