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'After Inflammatory Rheumatism, Hair Cams Out, Skin Peeled, and Bed Soraa Developed—Only CutI eura Proved Sueeeetful. "About lour yearn ago I bad a very •evere attack of Inflammatory rheurna tiraj. My akin peeled, and the bigh '(ever played havoc with my hair, whieh came out in bunches. I also had three largo bed sores on my back. I did not gain very rapidly, and my appetite was veiy poor. I tried many •sure cures' but they were of little help, and until I tried Cuticura Re solvent I had had no real relief. Then my complexion cleared and eoon I felt better. The bed sores went very soon after a few applications of Cuticura Ointment, and when I used Cuti cura Soap and Ointment for my hair It began to regain its former glossy ap pearance. Mrs. Lavina J. Henderson, 138 Broad St., Stamford, Conn., March and 12. 1907." Swelled head is a disease from which the recovery is more painful than the disease itself. DR. J. H. RINDLAUB, (Specialist), Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat, Fargo, N. D. 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She could recall every look, every tender inflection of his voice, every word he had spoken that night—Jack Lathom, who two nights ago, out in the wind and the darkness, had taken her in his arms, crying with that masterful ness that a woman loves in a man she cares for: "I give you up to no man on earth!" And her eyes grew strangely soft and tender—though only the robin who was hopping about on the frozen snow on the window sill saw the look and he would have been vastly more interested at the 6ight of a handful of crumbs. And Jack had been jealous of Philip Hume! Hilda gave a low laugh to herself at the thought a laugh liquid and clear like the note of water fall ing into deep still water—as though she could have ever caved for Philip Hume! Hilda had not seen Jack Lathom since that night—what long, long time the intervening day seemed to look back on! She had expected to see him last night, and there had been a feeling of disappointment for her not to find him waiting as she came away from the sewing meeting in the school room. Hilda had been sure there would be a letter from him this morn ing, telling her why he had not come now she was waiting for Martha to go, that she might be alone to read it, as impatiently as the hungry robin on the window sill outside was waiting for his usual breakfast of crumbs, with a growing sense of injury at being for once unnoticed. The unconscious Martha departed at last when Ave minutes later Ste phen Ruthen canje into the room, his sister was so absorbed as not to be aware of his presence until he spoke. She turned with a little start and a deepening of color, thrusting the letter away in the bosom of her dress. "Oh, good morning, Stephen." Then a note of sudden concern came into the gray, fresh young voice. "Why, Stephen, how ill you look!" Her brother forced a smile. "Oh, nonsense, Hilda I'm all right. At least—well, I didn't sleep very well but it's nothing." Stephen spoke with an effort, and turned away under pretense of glancing at his let ters. He hardly wondered at Hilda's startled expression when he had looked int othe glass that morning the sight of his own face had startled the rector. He felt conscious of her scru* tinizing eyes, and he turned with a sudden touch of irritability unusual in him. "You don't seem convinced, Hilda really there's nothing the mat ter with me—nothing at all." Hilda sat down at the table and be gan to pour out the coffee. She re alized that further reference to the subject would only worry him, and she refrained from referring to it again, though she could not help feeling a lit tle anxious—Stephen looked so pale and haggard, unlike himself this morning. He sat pretending to be en grossed in his correspondence. Her own thoughts slipped back to Jack's letter, to a sentence in it that had puzzled her: "I shall see you to-night, sweet heart," he had written, "but that is no valid reason, is it, why I should not write you a love letter all the same, although we shall have met before you get it? I think you will like to wake up to-morrow morning to find a letter waiting for you—the very first love letter I have ever written to you, dear!" How strange it was! jack had writ ten that intending to see her last night —had posted it expecting to see her. It was strange he had not come. Per. haps, Hilda told herself, he had been detained at the last moment, and would come this morning, following his letter. Hilda almost wished she had not said that their engagement was to be a secret for the present she felt that she wanted Stephen to know of this wonderful happiness that had come to her she had never had a secret from Stephen before. But it was best to wait. It would take so little time for Jack to show his father and Stephen that he was not idler they had thought him that now that he had promised his father to settle down to hard work at the mills he could keep his promise Hilda had no doubts of it. Stephen Ruthen was unusually silent at breakfast that- morning. The few desultory remarks he made cost him sn effort then he pretended to read bis letters as an excuse for not talk ing. But he could hardly have said what was in the letters after he had read them. He was tortured on a rack of suspense. He had scarcely closed his eyes that night. How had sleep been possible? Again and again Stephen Ruthen had found himself re-enacting the events of that crowded hour of fate, step by step, detail by detail, unabie to wrench bis thonshts away: now ho was run- a Woman's Heart. By Sidney Warwick. ning desperately, blindly, in the grip of a nameless fear, searching for Olive now he had come upon her kneeling by the dead man in the snow, over, and over again, like scenes in a lantern show. Once, when he was at last dozing off, he had started up with cold dews on his brow, suddenly wideawake. Had he really heard it—that sound that had seemed to come to him so clearly, through a lull in the wind, like an echo of the shot that had ushered in the night's trageuy? He lay, with every faculty quiveringly alert, listen ing—listening. No sound, except for the snow beating dully against the window panes, and the wind coming as if from immense distances over the snow. No other sound. It was a trick his nerves had played him. On ly a trick—yet he had still found him self listening feverishly. How like to stealthy footsteps the wind was that crept about the house! Like the footsteps of some one fur tively trying windows and latch, as if bent on gaining admittance—as though the dead man had stolen from his cold resting place to cry pitifully at the door of the House of Life that would never open to him again. Stephen Ruthen had to set his teeth hard as he lay fighting these horrible haunting fancies, waiting for the night to pass. If only he could have slept— could have drowned thought and con sciousness in the deep void of sleep! And then at last the dawn. .. He had shrunk from going down stairs to meet Hilda's eyes—from the revelation that inevitably, as it seemed, the day must bring. Perhaps the grim discovery had already been made. Was there any fear of sus picion falling upon Olive? "I have been sitting by her bedside for the last hour or more the nurse's lie that would seem to prove an alibi ran in his mind. And he, a priest of the church, was clinging to a lie, as a drowning man to a spar. No suspicion must fasten upon Olive, or if it should it must be com bated by that lie! Olive, who had suf fered so deep a wrong, who—whatever the law might say—could scarcely have been responsible for her act when she stole out on that wild er rand. She was lying delirious now, mercifully oblivious of that desperate justice she had exacted Stephen haJ spoken with the nurse as he came downstairs. But how could any suspicion attach to her? After the tragedy only one witness had come upon them—a blind man. Even if any person had seen Olive stealing out, the nurse's lie would seem like conclusive proof that he had been mistaken as to the iden tity of the woman he had seen. The powerful motive of self-interest would cause the nurse to stick to her lie. Stephen made the poorest pretense of eating he felt as though food would choke him. It was a relief to him when the meal was over and he could go to his study and be alone. He had a urmon to prepare that day. But worR was impossible. Even the attempt was beyond him. He started nervously at every ring at the door, thinking that it was the news he knew must come. At 10 o'clock that morning the doc tor came. If the discovery had been made, the doctor would almost cer tainly have heard. Stephen went out into the hall, expecting the worst. But the newcomer smiled at him in his usual genial fashion, as he shook the snow from his coat, and his face only became grave as he glanced a second time at the parson. "Why, what's up with you, Ruthen? You don't look up to the mark at all. I shall have to be prescribing for you next!" he exclaimed. The doctor went upstairs to see his patient, without any reference to Hume. Evidently nothing was known yet. When a little later he came downstairs again, accompanied by Hilda, he was looking very grave. "I can't understand it at all," he said—"the change since yesterday in the patient. The temperature has gone up alarmingly. I suppose she cannot have caught a chill through Hinging off the clothes or attempting to get out of bed?" Stephen Ruthen caught bis breath. Hilda answered in surprise: "I don't think so, doctor. Vhe pa tient hasn't been left alone for a min ute. Esther, the nurse, or Martha, or I have been with her constantly." "I must look in again later this relapse is serious." The doctor's manner was unusually grave. Stephen accompanied him to the door. "But—but there's no danger?" he said, speaking with an effort. The doctor noticed that his face was curiously white and drawn. "We must hope not but there's a sudden change for the worse that I wasn't prepared for, and that I'm puz zled to account for. I'll look in again about noon, or as near noon as possi ble. I've some outlying cases to'at tend to, and with this heavy going it's impossible to time myself—my horse doesn't like this weather a bit. And we aren't at the, end of it yet. We shall be snowed up at this rate, and then what shall I do about getting to my patients? Have to hire a snow plough, I suppose. By the cross roads near Hume's place, where they catch the wind, I hear of drifts eight or nine feet deep. Well, I'll look in as near noon as I can." The doctor ran down the path to his trap, swinging his arms to keep up his circulation. There had been a brief lull, but now the snow was fall ing again in great flakes. Near the Cross Ways the drifts were eight or nine feet deep! That was why the tragedy had not yet come to light. Under the drift the dead man lay in his white sepulchre, unsuspected by passersby. And the snow was still falling, building higher and higher this white tomb, guarding that secret which he alone knew! A sudden sense of unreality swept over Stephen Ruthen. He looked back on the stress of the previous night it seemed hardly real, more like a fan tastic dream. Early in the afternoon the rector had occasion to go over to the church. He found the verger and his son busi ly engaged, in clearing the snow from the path—at least, the son was Bur row was contenting himself with cri tical supervision from the shelter of the lych gate. From the church pro ceeded the sound of the organ. Ste phen could not repress a little nerv ous start as the strains suddenly reached him. It seemed as though everything was to remind him of lasf night. "Yes, sir, you may well look sur? prised," Burrow remarked. "Inde fatigable, I call Mr. Grale—indefatiga ble!" Burrow had a weakness for long words. "The church as cold as a stone, but it makes no matter to him. I often says to my lad here, if we were all as enthusiastic over our work as Mr. Grale—eh, parson?" It might have been a dead march that, the blind organist was playing, a requiem for the dead man in his cof fin of Enov/, so solemn and sad were the strains, Stephen Ruthen thought with a shiver. The rector walked to the vestry—i not by way of the church, although the iron-studded nalc door was open, and the path through the church yard to the vestry Imd not yet been cleared of snow. Ordinarily Stephen would have crossed over to the orjan to speak a few words to Mr. Grale to-day he shrank from the bare thought of meet, ing him. The remembrance of their encounter last night utterly unnerved him. It vf*s impossible, of course, that the blind man could have known who they were, yet how strange that by some instinct he had seemed to di vine their presence—had stretched out a groping hand towards Olive! And his own voice, Stephen assured him self, could not have been recognizable in that harsh, half-inarticulate cry torn from him in the panic ©f the mo ment. "Go forward that's your road! Go forward—and don't once turn back!" Stephen came away from the vestry almost at once. The verger spoke a? he was going through the lych gate. "Have you heard that about Mr. Hume, sir, and The rector turned a white, startled face to the speaker. "No what do you mean?" he said, in a suffocated voice. "About Mr. Hume and that wild young chap, Jack Lathom," continued Burrow. "You'd hear, of course, there was a bit of a scuffle between 'em two nights ago at the club at Fells, garth?- Well, the quarrel didn't end there. It seems early last night one of the mounted constabulary had to separate them in the road not far from Mr. Hume's place. They'd come to blows again—close upon 8 o'clock that would be. Evidently bad blood between 'em—both were pretty ex cited. It was Mr. Grierson who told me he saw it. Thought you might have heard of it, sir The gossiping verger broke off ab rupt to a point down the road. "Just look at that now!" he cried, admiringly "if that isn't just like Mr. Bonholt Hume. Full of the milk of human kindness if any one is—eh, parson?" (To Be Continued.) When the Almanac Originated. 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