Newspaper Page Text
rs- MM AIL DONE OUT. Veteran Joshua Heller, of 70« South Walnut Street, Urbana, 111., says: "In the fall of 1899 after taking Doan'v Kidney Pills I told the readers of this paper that they had relieved me of kid ney trouble, dis posed of a lame back with pain across my loins and beneath the shoul der blades. During the interval which has elapsed I have had occasion to re sort to Doan's Kid ney Pills when I noticed warnings of an attack. On each and every occasion the results ob tained were just as satisfactory as when the pills were first brought to my notice. I just as emphatically en dorse the preparation to-day as I did over two years ago." Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. proprietors. For sale by all druggists, price 50 cents per box. Earnings. Office Boy—VVy, cert, I want more pay: I'm only getting "four' 'a week, and give my mother all I earn. Proprietor—What ilo you do with the other three and a half?—Puck. Mistakes in Encyclopedias. A man who has done a great dea't of work in correcting some large dic tionaries, encyclopedias and historical reference works, who has studied ten languages and who is well posted on a number of foreign lands, examined over 15,000 pages of an encyclopedia recently published in this country. Much of the work he did without the publishers' knowledge. Though this encyclopedia was considered to have been edited very carefuly, he discov ered over 1,000 mistakes in the first volume alone. In the following vol umes he found many thousands.—Suc cess Magazine. Why Touch-Me-Not. The columbine, geranium and lock spur we think of together, because they are all named after birds—the dove, the crane and the "crane's bill," and if you notice the seed pods of a geranium you will notice that they do look like the long bill of a crane. The touch-me-not gets its name from a pe culiarity of the seed pod, too, but not a peculiarity of appearance. It is the pod you musct not touch, for if you do it will burst and out will fly the seeds. —St. Nicholas. RIVALS TO PRECIOUS STONES. Ceautiful Semi-Gems Cause Slump in Diamond Sales. Talk about a yellow peril! Jewelers face enemies that are green, brown, pink and blue, in the form of neck laces of semi precious stones, which have become so popular they have caused a slump in the sale of dia monds. Many women who would scorn to wear imitation gems, no mat ter how attractive they were, are ready to adorn themselves with chains of kunzite, onyx and jade, for those minerals make no pretense of being other than they are and are wonder fully effective. Mrs. George Gould has a necklace of the water stones of Uruguay which she sometimes wears with white gowns. They are semi transparent, and every one holds a drop of water in its center which moves with every motion. With sim ple attire, such ornaments are much more suitable than pearls.—New York Press. FOOD IN SERMONS. Teed the Dominie Right and the Ser mons Are Brilliant. A conscientious, hard-working ant eminently successful clergyman writes: "I am glad to bear testimony to the pleasure and increased meas ure of efficiency and Jiealth that have come to me from adopting Grape-Nuts food as one of my article sof diet. "For several years I was much dis tressed during the early part of each day by indigestion. My breakfast, usually consisting of oatmeal, milk and ^ggs, seemed to turn sour and failed to digest. After dinner the headache and othe/ symptoms follow ing the breakfast would wear away, only to return, howe/er, next morn ing. "Having heard of Grare-Nuts food I finally concluded to give it a fair trial. I quit the use of oatmeal and eggs, and made my breakfast of Grape-Nuts, cream, toast and Postum. The result was surprising in improv ed health and total absence of the distress that had, for so long a time, followed the morning meal. My diges tion became once more satisfactory, the headaches ceased, and the old feeling of energy returned. Since that time, four years ago, I have always had Grape-Nuts food on my breakfast table. "I was delighted to find also, thai •whereas before I began to use Grape Nuts food I was quite nervous and be came easily weaned in the work of preparing sermons and in study, a marked improvement in this respect resulted from the change in my diet. I am convinced that Grppe-Nuis food produced this result and helped me to a sturdy condition of mental and physical strength. "I have known of several persons who were formerly troubled as I was, ^and who have been helped as I have j/^been, by the use of Grape-Nuts food, wW-®y recommendation, among whom .-ift&Mmaybe mentioned the Rev. now a missionary to China." Namr «wgiveu by Postum Company,, Battle ^jsfcCreek, Mich. "There's a reason." ipr. Bead the little book, "The Road to faWellvllle," In each pkg. By JOHN R. MUSICK, Anther of "Mysterious Mr. Howard," "Tka Dark Stranger." "Cbarll* Allndito'i DoubU," Etc. Copyright, 1877, by ROUBBT BOHITKB'I Son. All rights raaarrad. CHAPTER XIV.—(Continued.) The fellow set off at a lively.pace on his snowsliocs and in an hour and half was back, saying: "They be not there." "What d'ye mean?" asked Kate. "Gone." "What is cone?" "Camp. "Where?" "Dun know," aud he shrugged his shorlders again. She was nonplussed, and in fact frightened. "Gone!" she whispered, half aloud. "Gone and left me alone with this sick map. in this wilderness! Gone, and with that poor child. Why. 1 can't hardly believe it. and yet my heart has always told me th' rascal waii a villain. Oh. Laura, I-aura! where are you now, mv poor child?" she began to sob. "1 promised ye I'd stay by ye through thick an' thin, an' I've gone an' lied to ye. That ras cal put this poor sick man off on me, an' what could 1 do?" In her helpless rage she looked about for some object to vent her wrath upon, and seeing Horsa Cum mins emerging from the small tent in which he had slept, she rushed at him like a virago, crying: "You red-headed thief, where is yer master? 1 say. where is yer master? Speak or I'll chuck yer head in the snow an' hold it there till ye smother." With a look of surprise he said: "Why, 1 did not know he had gone." "He is, and took my little friend with him." "Weil, that is strange: that beats anything 1 ever heard! What can he mean?" "I don't know, but there is some mischief in it, and I'll be bound you are at the bottom o' it." "Why. my dear good woman, you do me a very great injustice," began Cummins with mock humility. "Look here!" she yelled. "Don't ye come none o' yer monkey-doodle business around me. for I won't stand it. Rack out an' find that good-for nuthin' master o' yours, and tell him t' bring that girl back or I'll make Alaska so hot for you the icebergs will melt!" With this threat Kate turned and entered the shanty. "That woman's a regular she tiger!" growled Cummins, as he walked over the hill. Once out of her sight he sat down in the snow to think the matter over. "Blame me if she ain't a per fect devil of a woman. The boss has put a hard job on me. She knows I had a hand in it. Now the youngster don't show any signs o' dyin' very fast. I wish he would, but he don't. What am 1 to do with this tiger cat? She'll snatch my eyes out if I go back." Meanwhile Kate went into the small shanty, vowing she would have har mony or know the reason. Her pa tient was wide awake, his great, dark brown eyes on the door. For the first time Kate realized that- he was a young man and quite handsome. "Were you talking to some one out there?" he asked. "Yes I was just a-lavin' one o' them trifiin' critters for not attendin' to his work. I give him a piece of my mind and I reckon after this he'll know what's what!" Kate declared. "Don't your people agree?" "Yes all agree with each other, but none don't agree with me. They go do things without askin' me or con sultin' me a bit more'n if I was a block o' stone, and had no more sense'n a Kansas badger." Paul, who felt considerably strong er. raised himself on his elbow and isked: "What have they done, my good friend, without, consulting you?" "Pulled up stakes an' gone! Yes. gone, an' not lel't a sled nor dog to toiler 'em with. 1 don't keer so much so fur as I'm concerned, but that poor child all alone with that man: and she told me with her own mouth she mistrusted him, and I said I'd stand by her, and, like a lunk-head. let 'em side-track me off here and then he slopes an' takes the pore little thing with him! Oh, it makes me hot: but I'll have harmony yit see if I don't!" "What do you .mean, my good wo man?" Paul- asked in amazement. "Who is this man that deceived you?" "That scamp from Fresno called Lackland!" "Lackland from Fresno!" The pa tient started up in bed staring at her. "Who is the poor young thing he took away—the girl?" asked the pa tient, seizing her arm in a vice-like grip. "Laua Kean." With a wild shriek he leaped half dressed from the bed and rushed from the shanty. CHAPTER XV. The Old Man of the Mountains. Long after day had dawned the lit tle train of porter Indians, dogs and sleds, continued their way over the snow. Laura protested against this separation from her friend, but it was all in vain. When the tents were pitched Laura met Lackland and asked: "Where is my companion, Kate Wil lis, from whom you promised I should not be separated "She is back with the slclt man," lie answered. "It was our wish to bring her, but the storm came up so sudden that we had no time jtQ send for her." "Can you not do It now?" He shook his head and said the avalanche had fallen in the pass be hind them and they were completely shut in where there were. "Will there be no escape?" she asjeed. "Not until spring unless we can cut our way through." Laura went to her tent and wept. She realized how helpless she was and began to distrust the man who professed to be her friend. "Oh, God," she groaned, "to Thee alone can I now appeal for help! 1 need expect none from these men." Mr. Lackland seemed very much distressed that she was cut oft from her female companion, and selected four men to go back, as he said, and bring her over the fallen avalanche if possible. The four selected were Ben Allen, Morris, Ned Padgett and Tom Ambrose. When Lackland took them apart, to give his final instruc tions, he said: "Take the woman and wounded man back to Skaguay." "What! An' have him hang us for holdin' him prisoner in the moun tains?" asked Allen. "But he is insane. You are four witnesses to one." Ned shrugged his shoulders and muttered something about never want ing to see Skaguay, especially while their late prisoner lived. "Very well, then, start with them toward Skaguay, but don't reach the place. Become lost. You understand how to do that. At least he must not know anything of the young wo man here, and she must have no knowledge that. Paul Miller is alive." His final instructions were so clear and imperative there could be no pos sible mistaking them, and when he had finished they took their departure. The story about the avalanche fall ing in their rear and blocking up the way was all a clever invention on the part of Mr. Lackland. I ackland went to Laura's tent, his white face wearing a careworn and troubled look. The lines of his fea tures seemed more deeply drawn and his face was expressive of the great est concern. "Laura—Miss Kean," he began, in his cautious, considerate manner. "I hope you will believe me when I say tliat this lamentable accident causes me unaccountable annoyance on your account. When awakened in the night with the intelligence that a storm was coming and the pass would be impassable, I decided that for you I must act at once. If we were aboard a sinking ship and I should rescue you and take you ashore, would you deem it an act of hostility because I did not wait for some companion of yours?" She bowed her head and was silent. In argument, the subtle villain al ways beat her, but when left to her self to con over what he had said and commune with her own heart, she in stinctively felt the man was a villain. Intuition, or whatever you may choose to call it, told Laura her lover lived. She was conscious of Ms presence somewhere in this vast world, and felt as instinctively drawn to him as the needle to the magnet. Days passed and the small party was still in the valley, hemmed in by the mountains and eternal snows. Lackland made frequent visits to Lauri after despatching the four men to give an account of their progress in cutting their way through the pass. "Laura," he said, in a low gentle tone, which would have thrilled any other woman, "I have tried to hope against hope for your sake. I have tried to believe your lover lived, but I must yield to facts. All this jour ney. hardship and suffering, tjiis passing the winter in an Alaskan wilderness is to no purpose." "Is it not?" "Laura, are you very strong?" She gave him a swift, wild look—an imploring glance and gasped: "What do you mean?" "Can you bear a great shock?" "What shock—what is it—speak on?, I beseech you!" "Paul is dead!" "It is false-" "It is true!" "What evidence have you?" "The evidence of men who saw him die. He died three weeks ago!" His face was so white, he expressed such concern, that' s'ae wan strongly impressed with his manner, yet sho cried: "What you say can't be trie! My heart tells me lie lives.'' Nevertheless, her eyes ^rew dim with tears, which trickled ndi-wn her damask cheeks. 1.ackland, *or sev eral moments overcome with iiis own emotions, at last said: "Laura, it's your noble, sanguine na ture—which I admire—that makes you hope against hope. But, alas! it is useless for you to feed yourself on hopes longer. I know it must be true, for men whose word I cannot doubt tell me, and it must be true. But Laura, whatever may happen, believe me, I will ever be your friend. Let me weep with you over your loss!" "Don't, don't talk so! .You frighten me!" she gasped. "Frighten you, darling?" he whisp ered. "Frighten you? Oh, if you knew the pangs of this heart—if you only knew how tenderly devoted I am to you if you only knew how willingly I would change places and lie in the unknown mountain tomb until the sounding of that great trump which shall wake the dead, you would not have the least cause for fear." "Hush—hush! Don't talk sot" She was stunned and confused by his Impassioned speech. Poor girl, alone in an unknown forest, with a madman—no wonder. sab 'Mr&a fright ened. She had started up from the camp stool and ..taken a step toward the door of the tent as if she would fly, but he quickly put himself before her and said: "No, no don't leave me, dearest, 1 will not harm you. I will ,not touch you. I only want to say one word. When convinced our poor, dear Paul is no more, will you, oh, will you lools wltti more favor on my suit?" She found her voice now. The words—the stinging insult fired her soul—and in a voice in which grief, rage and disgust were strangely blended, she cried: "No, no—a thousand times no! If it was for this you have followed me across the ocean and wilderness you can go—yes, go! I will have no more to say to you—go!" Drawing herself up to her full height, with all the scorn which an in jured soul can depict in a handsome face, she pointed toward the door of the tent. Unable to stand before the proud, defiant creature whom^he had in his grasp, he started toward the door of the tent, when one of the strangest figures either had ever seen, entered. It v.as a man^fAlly fifty years of age, his long, white hair and beard evident ly many years strangers to either razors, scissors, combs or brushes. In his hand the old man carried a Win chester rifle, the butt of which he placed on the ground, while he leaned on the muzzle, and fixed his curious eyes on the man before him. So piercing was that .glance that it seemed to penetrate the very soul of the scoundrel. The old man might have been taken for a Rip Van Winkle, but for the fact that his arms were all of the latest improvement. Advancing a pace or two and pausing, he leaned on his rifle, glancing from first one and then the other, but uttered not a word. After a moment's amazed silence Lackland gasped: "Who in Satan's name are you?" "The old man of the mountains," was the answer, in a low husky voice, which seemed to chill the blood in the veins of the rascally Lackland. There was firmness in the voice, a steady gleam in the eye, which indicated he had met a man whom it would not do to trifle with. "Where did you come from?" asked Lackland, quaking. "From the mountain," was the an swer. "What are you doing here?" Without paying any heed to him, the old man of the mountains, none other than our hermit friend, the captain, turned his eyes upon Laura and asked: "Are you going to the Klondyke?" "I was going," she answered. "And alone?" "A woman companion was with me, but she remained back on the trail twenty-five miles, and an avalanche has filled the trail, so she cannot come." "There has been no avalanche," the old man answered, in his deep voice "There has been no avalanche!" She quickly fastened her^gaze upon the face of Lackland, who began to retreat toward the door. "So you have deceived me, mon ster!" she began. "If you listen to that old fool you will believe anything. He is crazy!" cried Lackland, and darted from the tent, leaving Laura alone with the old man of the mountains. CHAPTER XVI. Driven to Desperate Straits. Once outside the tent, Lackland was like one dazed and confused. He saw a figure coming toward him and recog nized it as one of his men. He hur. ried toward him, saying: "Cr nmins, you have come at last?' "Yes they relieved me and told me to report here. Right glad I. an of it. too, for if ever there was a fientf in woman form it's that tarmagant down there." (To be continued.) LONG LIFE AND A MERRY ONE Strenuous Americans Outlive the "In dolent Africans. It seemp- that we are all wrong about the nurtful and life-shortening effect of American hustle.". Our na tional motto may be said to have been "A short life, but a strenuous one." We were willing, as a people, to have the span shortened a little if only we could have something worth while, something active and effective, going all the time. But it seems, according to the latest bulletin of the census bureau, that the fast .life is also the long one, says Harper's Weekly. Our "median age"—that is, the age which is such that half the population is under it and half over it—is more than seven years greater than it was a century ago, and increases from dec ade to decade. We are surpassing easy-going foreign countries in this respect we are surpassing even the loose jointed, indolent, beautifully re laxed, never-worrying African in our midst for whereas the median age of our American whites is 23.4 years,, that of the devil-may-care colored per son is but 18.3. Lately much confu sion has arisen in the minds of many Americans over the statement made by certain eminent neurologists that it is next to impossible for a man to "overwork," provided his bodily func tions are kept in good order by tem perate and wholesome living. Other physicians, to be sure, tell us that hurry and worry spell death. We had accepted the latter judgment, with the qualifying reflection that no matter what science tplls us, it always, seems to have "another think coming." This census bulletin which links the long! life with the fast one appears, to. be the other "think." & m0 END OF OLD HAU1JT "THIEVES MARKET" OF MEXICO TO BE DONE AWAY W«TH.„v 1 For Years the Scene of Deeds of Dark Crime—There Trade in Stolen. Ar ticles Was the Chief Element of Business. "The thieves' market of the city of Mexico, famed in guide book and tour 1st romance, is undergoing at present an encroachment that threatens to place it shortly in the realms of real history," said Mayor Dudley of that city, according to the Denver News "The ground is being cleared over nearly half the space formerly occu pied by the market and the perma nent booths are being torn down and e-erected in the smaller space left. "Tradition has it—and most happily for romance in this fascinating land, traditions in most cases are still as ood coin as fact—that the 'thieves' market' stands on the ground of what was once part of the spacious ga'rdens of the 'new house' of Montezuma. "In the long days gone by this gar den of spacious proportions was the scene of many dark and dismal crimes and many were the robberies arid acts of violence that occurred there, for it was on a highway much used, and when night had fallen was very dark and dangerous. "The tale goes of the murder by a powerful officer of the sweetheart of one of his retainers, a crime that 'ankled in the breast of the poor In dian until* not long afterward, he took revenge and his master lay dead, illed in a drunken stupor by the wronged servant. "The wronged man, rifling the ma» ter's pockets, carried away with him from the house all the trinkets, and valuables on which he eould lay his hands. Then he hied himself to the protecting shade of Montezuma's gar dens, where he hid himself under the trees until the coming day should waken the city and he could pass be yond the guard without molestation. But when %e had been hidden only a short while, the alarm having spread, a servant, more zealous in his own' interests than to revenge his master's murder, found the guilty man and quickly and thoroughly dispatched himr. "A neighboring gully, which had perhaps served a similar purpose be fore in these thrilling days, concealed the body, and the third murderer made away with the goods, this time to keep them safe and secure until the excitement had blown over. "Then, on the very spot which he had stained with the blood of his fel low servant, the wretch set up a tiny stand, with the twice stolen goods as the basis of a little stock, which he sold to the tourists of that day as they passed by the stand in their visits to the famous gardens. "From this rather thrilling begin (ling grew a classic market,'until to iay there is the world-famed 'Vola dor,' where things fly in and out, once and for many long centuries a 'thieves' market.' It is not so many :rears ago that one counted this mar ket as one of the places wherein to look for goods that had flown away from the house in some mysterious fashion, but now one can say only sadly (from the buyer's point of view) that that day is long past." ^£am's Wealth. The Rev. Washington Gladden has said—among other things—that Adam couldn't become a millionaire. By Adam he meant the father of the hu man race, an unfortunate man against whom many charges have been made without fear of contradiction. But while it is true that Adam had no gl ance in the bank, and held neither stocks nor bonds, he was really mon arch of all he surveyed, and there is no reason to believe his eyesight was poor. There never yet was a million aire who had a private park that could hold a rush light to Adam's. Why, the venerable old pioneer's zoological col lection alone, far surpassed anything in that line that has been seen since to say nothing of the pomological treasures that adorned his very door yard. When a man can claim every thing in sigjit and without fear of dis pute, it is difficult to see how he could be reckoned as an individual of mod* 'jrate means. Adam not a millionaire, Mr. Glad den! Why, he was the sole landed proprie tor of his time. He owned the earth. Cleveland Plain Dealer. Do It Again. ,j The paper was fresh from the press The neatest I ever have seen A marvel of printing:, no less. All errorless, type-whole, and clean. So. heaving a sigrh of relief, I halted my hurrying pen Abrupt came the voice of my Chief, "That's good. Go and do it againl" O. daub it, or scribble, .or till. Or build, as it seems to you best. And look for reward where you will, But dream not fruition means rest For, sing the most glorious lays, Or drain the most pestilent fen. The Voice, e'er it ceases to praise, Will bid you. "Go, do it again!" Old laurels must wither and fall Win others, and never demur—„ That, longing for manger and Stall,. fy,. Your, lot is the 'lash and the spur.f''?" When GabrieL blows from the skies'''-"' Awakening the ashes of men, The Worker shall hear as they rise, "Well done! Do it over again!" —Arthur Guitermaii, in New York Times, Joseph Chamberlain's Career. Joseph Chamberlain, the celebrated Englishman, is not a graduate of any university or of any of the large pub lip schools. He was a full-fledged busi ness man at the age of 16 years: and his fortune grew so rapidly that at the age of 38 he was able to retire from commercial life and devote him* self to the study abd practice of poli tics. •m ai Baking Powder psrfeot In quality. Moderate In prloe. Details Suppressed. "What was the most ecstatic sation you ever experienced?" "I'll tell you, but I Won't (ell you his name."—Houston Post. AGONY OF SORE HANDS. Cracked and Peeled—Water and Heat Caused intense Pain—Could Do No Housework—Grateful to Cuticura. "My hands cracked and peeled, and were so sore it was impossible form* to do my housework. If I put them in water I was in agorfy for hours and if I tried to cook, the heat caused in tense pain. I consulted two doctors, but their prescriptions were utterly useless. And now after using one cake of Cuticura Soap and one box of Cuti cura Ointment my hands are entirely well, and I am very .grateful. (Signed) 'Mrs. Minnie Drew, 18 Dana St., Roar bury, Mass." Her Defiance. "I'm going to kiss you." "Sir!" 11 HI "Oh, you need not look that way. for I'm going to do it whether you struggle or not." "Then I shall struggle to prevent It, sir!"—Houston Post. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week te Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press building, St.: Paul, Minn.: George Almond, Parker, S. D., car door Al fred Andresen, Minneapolis, Minn., cake iron Richard Cudihy, St. Paul, Minn., drain pipe Joseph Lewis, SL Paul, Minn., eyeglasses Wille Lind gren, Litchville, N. D., churn Peter McGratli, Hibbing, Minn., siphon John Orr, Dillon, Mont., carbureter. Bald Statement. "This testimonial that Dr. Growem'k hair tonic is a success is a false fab* rication," declared the baldheaded man. "Sort of hair-raising fiction, eh?" asked his better half.—Portland (Ore.) Telegram. Mb*. WnMnir'i Soothing Sjrop. For children teething, iof ten* th* eumi, radoeaa Ss flusni»tlua.*llt7p«tn,cura wUdcollu. asoabottlat Not Quite Clear. "I am happy to say, old man," said Newed. "that I've got a model wife." "What kind of a model?" queried Singleton, "cloak or artist's?"—Detroit Tribune. DR. J. H. RINDLAUB (Specialist), Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat. Fargo, N. D. He who preaches economy to hit wife by the yard is apt to practice II by the inch. Nervous Women Their Sufferings Ar» Usually Due to Uterine Disorders Perhaps Unsuspected A MEDICINE THAT CURES Can we dispute the well known fact that American women are ner vous How often do wt hear the expres* sion, "Iamsoner vous. it seems as [A1rsM£. JvWwp/A if Should ily or, Don't speak to me Little thin?!» annoy you and make you irritable you can't sleep, you are unable to quietly antl calmly perform your daily task's or care for your children. The relation of the nerves and gen* erative organs in women is so close that nine-tenths of the nervous pros tration, nervous debility, the blues, sleeplessness and nervous irritability /L_ aris». from some derangement of the organism which makes her a woman, v, Fits of depression or restlessness• and irritability... Spirits easily affected, so that one minute she laughs, the next minute weeps. Pain in the ovaries and between the shoulders. Loss of voice nervous dyspepsia. A tendency to. cry at the least provocation. All this pointe to nervous prostration. Nothing will relieve this distressing condition and prevent months of pros tration and suffering so surely as Lydia 12. Pinkham's Vege'iable Compound. Mrs. M. E. Shotwell, of 103 Flatbuah Avenue, Brooklyn, N/Y., writes "I cannot express the wonderful relief & have experienced by taking Lydia E. Pink hams vegetable Compoond. Tsuffered for a long tune with nervous pN«tration, back- 1: ache, headache, loss of appetite. I could not sleep and would walk the floor almost evsry night. .»«" thnedcetorsand BOfeu»betttor,aa& Ufe was a burden. .' I was edviaed to try Lydia J2. Pinkham's Vegetable Cee»pound, and it-has worked wondprs toe- ms. I am a weftwonuui, my nerrousnstsis all gone and my friends say A I l*ok Wyaars younger." Will not the women made strata by Lydia E. Pink h*®?8 and discouraged, exhausted day, Sj Vegetable Compound eomrinoe