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trm 3 It tf *A»' f£ n,'® •i'f 1 r~ a-* 1 l'7-* 1 HEADACHE, DIZZINESS, BEAEOrO DOWB PAINS. A Woman Tells How Site HauBccome For four years." said Mrs. Davis re cently, "I suffered indescribable misery from sick headache every month, ao &<', ootupanied by fainting spells, shortness *of breath and severe pain in my left side. There were also bearing-down pains, at times so acute that J.could not stand up, iv?'. Couldn't your doctor help you l, ,v® Wisll and Strong: after Years of i««ry l)uc to Irregular Fnncllonit, The fact that one woman is bright eyed, rosy-cheekcd, strong and cheerful, while another irt pale, weak and de pressed, is due more often than other wise to the regularity in the one case and the irregularity iu the other of the functions that are peculiar to the sex. When these are disturbed everything goes wrong pain Bud discomfort are felt all over the body the sensations are often terrifying. and my head was full of ringing sounds. It seemed as if everything was going to hit me the eyes. I was compelled to uv r.r* lie down with closed eyes foi hours to -,y£ get a little relief. When I attempted to ar'«e every tiling would whirl around and 'vii it would grow so dark that I could scarcely see any object." doctors iu all treated me, but 1 got no lasting benefit. Besides I used a lot of advertised remedies. The only medicine, however, that lad the de sired effect was Dr. Williams' Pink Pills and they are truly a godsend to women. I did not have much faith in them when I began to take them. I found myself, however, so mncl) better after using two boxes that I began to believe in them. They checked right away tlie decline into which I was going. My troubles kept lessening and finally disappeared altogether." How long did it take for a cure "After I had used soveral boxes my health was all right. I had taken on flesh and was strong and hearty. I feel today in spirits more like a girl of six teen than a woman of my years." Mrs. O. H. Davis* address is Oarmelf Maine, R. F. D., No. 2. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are confidently offered to 'Women for the cure of ainamia, chloro sis, painful and irregular periods, and all .forms of weakness. They are sold by every druggist. •i*WOMEN'S WEIRD MENUS, Some of the Things They Order for ffcj) Luncheon. There was a woman's missionary meeting.in a Brooklyn church and the audience adjourned to a Fulton street restaurant for luncheon. The place began to buzz, the waiters lost their heads and order gave way to chaos. It was not a multiplicty of orders that caused a total route of the wait ers. but their weirdness. Here are a few sample orders that the women gave: Strawberry shortcake, German pan cake and biscotins. Chocolate, preserved ginger and cerealline. Kippered herrings, marmalade and Saratoga chips. Ioe cream, fish balls and parsley. Ioe cream, strawberries and mush room sauce. $&•-<* -V tSouffle of strawberries, ice cream and Bweetbreads. Ice cream, bisque of crayfish and radishes.—New York World. twnd e"- How He Remembered. A genial Duluthian, who has the rep utation among his fellows of being a rounder, turned tbe reaction of the morning after a banquet to account yesterday while making a purchase for his. wife. Naturally he was ex ceedingly nervous and his head'and stomach were at war to settle the question of supremacy. *'How \n the world could you re member that your wife wanted dark brown silk?" asked a sympathizing friend. cS' "Oh, I couldn't forget it. I just kept my mind on the taste I've had In my mouth this morning."—Duluth News-Tribune. Trustworthy. Junior Member of Firm—How did you happen to lend that young man mouey without security? Senior Member—Because I've lent him books1 from my private library time and again and he never failed to 3turn them.—Detroit Free Press. tsSS. Proved Beyond a Doubt, Middlesex, N. Y., July 3.—(Special) That Rheumatism can be oured has Wen proved beyond 3 doubt by Mrs. Betsy A. Clawson, well known here. iThat Mrs. Olawson had Rheumatism bad it bad, all her acquaintances know. They also know she is now jcured. Dodd's Kidney Pills did it. Mrs. Clawson tell^ .the story of her cure as follows: "I 'was an invalid for most fire years «aus*d by Wflamiwatory Rheumatism, heiress ^6-th1ti|8|^f •tt^Jtime? The first year 1 could not do as much as a baby could do, then I rallied a little Wt and then a relapse. Then a yea* ago the gout set in my hands and feet. I, suffered untold agony and in Au gust 1903, when my' husband' died I could not ride to the grave. "1 only too* two' boxes of Dodd's Kidney 1?iils and In tyro weeks I could wait on myself and saw my own wood. I dug my owd potatoes .and gathered my own garden last, fall.- Dodd's Kid jflyffltojtfrted iwfir* is caused by uric acid in the blood. Dodd's KtdneyPllls put (t^ie Kidneys in shape tq t*ke 9U ,th« •ftrlc,ocid out of the blood. As ffli'&i tL A fo^lwif A.<p></p>tTEe 5 jL. always had an Idea that an 'ln- 'iwis a bonAUl doctor."" v«t .w&nt those -Ruaalibi •MR" .r JUitX CHAPTER XVII.—(Continued.) There he found Martha awaiting the return of all to the meal which she Md prepaied for them some time'be fore. "Bashfort's spy-glass! Where is it, woman?" demanded Lord Genlis, in furious haste. "He keeps it in his chest there, my lord," said Martha, pointing to a great oaken chest in one corner of the kitch en. "It is locked, and he has the key." "Locked!" roared Lord Genlis, snatching up an nxe and plying at the chest with fury. "I'll soon unlock it!" And in a moment he had the chest open and the spy-glass in his hand. "Follow, me, woman! I fear Capt. Osred is dead, for he has rallen over the cliff!" And with these words he darted away. "Fallen over the cliff!" muttered Martha, as she hurried after her lord. "Did' I not say that devil's work was to come of all these dark doings?" "Ho!" muttered Sosia, who was at the spying place above the kitchen, which he had selected as an excellent spot whence to hear the result of the search for Helen on the clIiT. "So Capt. Osred has fallen over the cliff! What have they been doing? They have been a very long time away. I imagined some of them might attempt to descend the face of the cliff, but I thought only Bashfort would dare do that. Well, whoever survives will return to this kitchen, and I will re main here to learn what has happen ed. My two innocents in the cave may still be asleep- At least I know they will keep very quiet down there till long after night sets in." Of the terrible struggle between Bashfort and Clarence the sorcerer suspected nothing. He was watching the movements of Martha, and pa tiently awaiting the return of the oth ers from the cliff while that struggle was going on. Martha, more fleet of foot than Lord Genlis, overtook the lord ere he had left the hall of the building, and, as they ran on side by side toward the platform of the cliff, he told her, gasp ingly and briefly, what had happened. "Bashfort is the, cause of it!" said Lord Genlis, as he again arrived at the bank of the cliff, and hurriedly adjusted the lenses of his spy-glasses "and he shall die for his carelessness! No doubt he found Helen Beauclair's body, fastened it to the rope, and then carelessly permitted it to fall, so that Its weight and the sudden tightening of the rope Jerked my unfortunate son over the cliff." Martha, prostrate on Her bosom, thrust her head over the brink and gazed downward. "The wierd shrieks of the phantom of the mist, which I heard yesterday," she muttered, "were not for nothing. They were warnings from old White Beard of Aengus Cliff, as they call the spirit that haunts this place—warn ings of intended death to some of us! Sosia is dead!—-the four sailors are dead!—the young lady is dead!—and now Wilford Osred is dead! And all within twenty-four hours! 'Tis no wonder the spirit of the cliff thrice shrieked,'Beware!'" "Ah, he is dead!" here groaned Lord Genlis, who had meanwhile been gazing through the spy-glass at the pallid face below. "My blackest— hell's blackest curse upon the soul of Neil Bashfort! Bashfort!" he shout ed. "Where are you, scoundrel? Why do you npt show yourself? You have killed my son! Do you hear, wretch! You have killed Wilfred Osred!" And half crazed with grief and rage, Lord Genlis hurled mingled curses, commands and imprecations at dead and unseen Bashfort. "But, my lord," said Martha, now grasping the slack rope and beginning to draw it up, "if Bashfort fastened the young lady's body to this rqpe, what has become of it? There Is no weight at its end below." "How do I know? DraW up the fope. Where is that scoundrel Bash fort?" "Perhaps he is badly hurt, my lord or, certainly, is he heard you, he would reply, if he could," said Martha, who .was rapidly drawing up the slack of the rope "or perhaps the young lady's poor body slipped from its fastening, has again fallen clear toi the base of the cliff, and Bashfort has gone down after it again, knowing nothing of what has chanced here." "It may be so. We can wait for a time. I cannot recover my son's body without Bashfort's aid," groaned Lord Genlis. And giving way to grief and rage,' he filled the air with groans of agoby and then with wild imprecations upon the souls of Zeno Sosia, Helen Beau clalr, Bashfort and the scheme that bad resulted so terribly for him. Meanwhile Martha continued to draw up the rope, and ere the noose .(or that part whic)} had been the noose) was In her hainds she saw that It was red with blood. jgrWa^ing fjjir different from the wttth, she shuddered, and soon had the ®nd of the rope close under her eye. The bigbt ot the noose had slipped chqck up to the knot that had formed its loop, and Martha saw, in what re 'ned of the-loop, something which' ie her sunburnt, fact grow rery Sorcerer of St. Giles By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. pale—fragments of flesh, muscle and sinew, and a great tufft of grizzled beard! "My lord," she said, in a husky, trembling voice, and holding the ter rible relics toward him, "Neil Bashfort is dead!" "Bashfort dead! How know you that?" exclaimed Lord Genlis, staring at the bloody rope. "I know he is dead, my lord. This is his beard. This blood is fresh and bright—not such as would come from a dead body. My life upon it that this is his blood and his beard. He shout ed to you to draw up, you said, and instantly came the fearful jerk! He shouted too soon he was not safely in the noose he may have hud the lady's body in his arms but that is not pos sible. The noose slipped and caught him around the neck. My lord, this is part of his windpipe. His head was snapped from his neck by the same jerk that killed your son- Ah, the spirit of the mist screamed its warn ing for him yesterday!" Lord Genlis, overcome with horror, could only stare and groan. "Patience," said Martha, beginning to tie knots along the whole length of the rope. "I can climb as well as ever Nell Bashfort could. I am go ing down to recover the body of your son, my lord. And I think that from the ledge on which it lies I shall be able to see what has become of the body of Neil Bashfort. I will take the glass with me, as it may be of use to me." Lord Genlis, incapable of speech, made no reply. Martha slung the spyglass across her bosom, and boldly began the de scent of the cliff, holding to the knot ted rope. CHAPTER XVIII. The Packet of Lord Genlis. Martha Bashfort was both powerful and active, and it was not long before she was standing upon the ledge and bending over the body of Capt. Wil ford Osred. "He is dead, my lord!" she shouted back to Lord Genlis, whose head was visible to her as he peered over the brink of the cliff. "The fall must have killed him instantly." "Ah!" thought Clarence Darreil, now for the first time aware who had descended to the ledge, "It is the wife of Neil Bashfort—the woman Martha! Will she, too attempt to come further down?" He retired into the rear of the little cave and remained on the alert. Martha, however, made no move ment to descend, but, leaning as far over the ledge as she could, adjusted the spy-glass to her eye and gazed down among the roCks and sea-scum far below. Clarence could see the larger end of the spy-glass protruding downward below the upper rim or lip of the cave.' "It Is h's body," muttered Martha, as the powerful lenses of the glass seemed to bring Bashfort's headless corpse near to her eye. It Is his head less body, and it lies, breast upward, across- the body of one of those sail ors! Ah, what a terrible retribution! But where is the head?" The head had been thrown far off into the sea. Martha supposed such was true after she had turned the glass, in vain, in every direction. She did not regret the death of her ruffian husband, for lie had always been a tyrant to her. "He is dead," she Muttered, "and there let him rot! He would have killed me, or I should have killed him, in the end. But I can see nothing of the poor young lady's-body. Is it pos sible that, after striking this ledge, it it may have bounded so far off into the air as to fall into the sea?" She shouted this suspicion to Lord Gfenlis, much to the satisfaction of Clarence. "I care not what has become cf her body!" was the selfish and brutal re ply of Lord Genlis. "I want the body of my son!" Martha now made a kind of a sliiig' of the end of the rope, after throwing away that part which had beheaded Bashfort—and having adjusted this sling to Capt. Osred's body, reascend ed to the top of the cliff. She and Lord Genlis then drew the body up, and bearing it between them carried it into the house and placed it upon the bed in Helen Beauclair's late prison. "It was to have bieen his bridal chamber, and this his nuptial couch!" groaned Lord Genlis. "Oh, how ter ribly have ended ail my plansT Helen Beauclair is dead, Bashfort is dead, and now my son is dead! M* curse cling forever to the soul of Zeno So sia! 'Twas by his persuasion that we selected this place to carry out mr plans!" 1 "Pooh!** thought the sorcerer, who was now peering down at the scene through the tagged celling* "You should rather curse your own villainy, which led you to mk my aid,, you fcL 'vilKm 1 -3TC3- i^srrvr ^T^37" miserable fool. Oh, what a ciever trick my former pupil has played upon you! and how nicely it has made speedy end of two of you! 1 could not have contrived it better myself. Groan, you miserable dog! It delights me to hear'you! Ho! it is no safer to at tack a pupil of Zeno Sosia than it is to attack Sosia himself! But how did Bashfort die?" The conversation of Lord Genlis and Martha soon revealed to the listening sorcerer what they believed concern ing the dieath of Bashfort and as So sia heard their discussion on that sub ject, and as he knew nothing of the facts of the case, he arrived at the same belief. "A very apt death for the bow-leg ged dog!" thought Sosia, grinning hideously with joy. "My scorched face is better from this moment. Hanged himself so hard as to snap his head off! Bravo! He has saved me a task, as I intended to have him hang ed myself!" Meanwhile, Clarence had returned to the interior of the cave, being con fident now that the place of Helen's concealment was in no danger of dis covery. Helen rushed to his embrace the moment he rstood erect within the cave. "Oh, dear Clarence, shall we ever escape from this horroble place?" she exclaimed, sobbing upon his bosom. "Ah, I feared you vould never return to me again! And while you struggled with the ruffian in the passage, ob what an anguish of terror was talne then, dear one!" "Think no more of him, dear Helen. He is dead, and his body lies far bo low us, among the rocks at tl*e base of the cliff. Another is dead, too." "Another!" "Yes- Capt. Osred," replied Clar ence, who then narrated the death of that unfortunate young man, without fully explaining to Heien, however, how it had chanced. He had not. wished her to know that he had handed and beheaded the mis erable Bashtort. He stated only that by some mishap Capt. Osred had fall en over the cliff, and that Martha had regained the body. "And now," said Clarence, in con clusion of his story, "Sosia is dead. Bashfort is dead, Capt. Osred is dead, and the four sailors who aided them in their schemes^ are dead! How speedily has the vengeance of heaven fallen upon those men! Only two of Lord Genlis' party remain alive at Dun Aengus—himself and the woman Martha. I am tempted to confront them, and demand our retreat from Aranmore Island: and to slay them it they attempt to stay our departure. But I know not, as I have told you, what power Lord Genlis may have on the island. I, too, am a fugitive from the prison in London. The false charge upon which I was arrested still hangs over my head. I escaped from prison, after several days of close confinement, during which I was unable to get a word to you, and when I escaped I learned that you had been carried away from London, In a closed carriage, as a mad woman. But I knew you were not mad, and believed that your mother had carried you off, to force you to marry that Lord de Lavet, of whom you spoke to me when last we met." "Yes she had discovered that I In tended to elope with you." "But why did you seek the aid of that sorcerer? And why did you nev er tell me that you had done so?" "Ah, I sought his aid to save me from being married to Lord de Lavet —and before you returned from France. Your letters no longer reach ed me after my mother withdrew me from Bradford. I knew not what to do—I was in despair. Lord de Lavet was determined to marry me, and my mother was also determined upon the match. 1 went to the sorcerer, and he bound me by a fearful oath never to mention the fact." (To Be Continued.) Lay of the Hen. .^ Of robin, and blackbird, and linnet, spring poets write page after page their praises are sounded each minute by prophet, soothsayer and sage but not since the stars sang together, not since the creation of men, has any one drawn a goose feather in praise of the patient old hen. All honor and praise to the singing that cheers up the wildwood in the spring the old recollections oft bring ing joy, childhood, and that sort oi thing but dearer to me than the twit ter of robin, or martin, or wren, is that motherly cluck when a litter ol chickens surround the old hen. And her mjd-winter cackle, how cheery, above the new nest she has raade it notifies heart? all a-weary, another fresh egg has been laid. And when tfcs old bird waxes heavy, and aged, and lazy, and fat, well cooked with light dumplings and gravy, there's great consolation in that. Surprising Mr: Depew. 11 Mr. Chauncey Depew, the American senator, once dropped in to see a friend at the latter's private residence, and when he left an inquisitive lad, who had been playing in the next room, asked eagerly: "Who is that man, papa?" "He is the gentleman your mother and I were talking about th'is morn ing," was the reply, "Mr. Depew', th« greatest story-teller I ever heard." A few days later the visitor came agatn. The boy was standing on the front steps of the house .and as Mr. Depew rang the bell, he said to him: "I know you." Mr. Depew, who is very fond of chil dren, patted the little fellow on th« bead, and observed, encouragingly: "Do you, indeed? Well, who am If "You are the gentleman," said th« b^y, "that, tejls tha biggest whoppers my pa ever heard." 'A A .FJfrtfc. -jj I., •u. A THRIFT AS A FINE ART. Pc:s3nts of Normandy 'Adepts in Its Application. Writing of "A'Corner iu Normandy" in the Jur.e Delineator, F. Berkeley Smith gives an interesting side light of: the real character of the Nor r.:an peasant. These ruddy old Nor n: :n farmers understand economy to a finesse, he says. It is'the secret of I'lcl!' wc-alth. And thus, when one corning 1 came across Pere Trebard nmnchirg a withered pear while he Ssur.ned himself beside the snug barn an:! asked the old man why he did not choose a good one from his fine crop lie exclaimed: "Ah! but, monsieur, we might so!l it!" 1 The character of the shrewd Nor nan is interesting. Never will he give you a direct answer a definite "yes" or "110" seems to have been expressly left iut of his vocabulary. "it is a fine n-ning," 1 ventured to a grizzled old iTaler in oxen. "I: might be worse," he answered. "That's splendid cider of yours, Le grosjean." 1 "Some say it is," he retorted guard sdly. Neither does the true Norman ever seem pleased or satisfied. "Beautiful apples this year, Pere Mal'et." "Bah! they are so few," he replies, gloomily, with a shrug of his should ers. The next year the tree are bent under the weight of a rich crop, and you hail this rich old agriculturist as you pass his gateway: "Plenty of cider this year, Pere Mallet, you surely have enough apples," you say convincingly as the old peasant looks up from his work to bid you bon jour. "They are so' small." he groans, "it take more time to pick them than they are worth." PLACE TO TAKE PRESENTS. Colored Youth Was Explicitly Follow ing Instructions. Representative Griggs of Georgia employs a colored youth who is not a shining example of mental alertness. Recently this servant, who shall be called Tom, received an invitation to a church wedding, the bride-elect be ing a first cousin of his. The morning of the ceremony found Tom in a state of great excitement. He started for the church some hours before the time set for the great event. Griggs chanced to meet Tom wan dering about, clad in his showiest rai ment, and carrying a small bundle under his arm. '"torn," he said, "why on earth are you scurrying about dressed like that this early in the morning?" "Why, I'se gettin' ready for de wed din', sah!" replied Tom reproachfully. "Indeed!" said the Congressman. "And I suppose you are doing some errand on the way." "No, sah, I ain't doin' no er run's." "But you're not going to a wedding with a bundle under your arm?" "Cert'n'y I is, sah," replied Tom, »look of wonder coming into his eyes. "Dat's my present." "Present?" ejaculated Griggs. "Why, boy, you mustn't take your present to the church you must send it to the Souse of the bride." "Sho, Mistah Griggs, is dat so?" ^muttered the now bewildered negro. "Den why does dis card I got heah say: 'Present at the church'?"—The .Sunday Magazine. In These Days of Operations. A husband came home one evening l.to find a note left for him by his wife, jCarelessly he opened it, but as he read his face blanched. "My God!" he ex claimed, "how could this have hap pened so suddenly?" And, snatching bis hat and coat, he rushed to a hos pital which was near his home. "I want to see my wife, Mrs. Brown, at once," he said to the head nurse, ["before she goes under the ether. Please take my message to her at .once." 1 "Mrs. Brown.?" echoed the nurse., "There is no Mrs. Brown here." "Then to which hospital has she gone?" asked the distracted husband, 'I found this note from her when I came home," and he handed the note to the nurse, who read: "Dear Husband: "I have gone to have my kimono cut out. "BELLE." Too Fast for Him. Don't keer of de wort' is rour', Or flat as flat kin be All 1 know Down here below. It goes too fas' fer me! On de lan', or sea, It groes too fas' fer me Time is a-grwine Lak' a harricane flyin'— It goes too fas' fer me! Don't keer ef de sun stan' still, Or keep a-movin' free My ha'r git gray Sence yesterady. En he don't shine long fer me! On de lan', or, sea, Sun don't shine long fer 0 r™'."7 ^T~r r~ me: Time is a-gwlne Lak' a harricane flyin'— He goes too fas' fer me! —Atlanta Constitution. Gov. Long Claims His Own Feet. While returning home from his office •ne day, feeling very tired, ex-Gov. Long boarded an electric car. After he had been seated about five minutes a young tn&n boarded the car, and aa there were no vacant seats he had tc hang on to the straps. The* young man ^as rather uncertain on his feet, and happened to step on the govern or's toes four or five times. The gov ernor got tired of pulling his feet out of the way, and remarked: "Young maa, I know my feet were made to walk on, but that privilege belong* ta me."—Bo8|on Herald. Baking Powder The only high grade Baking at a moderate price. Com plies with the pure food laws of all states. The farmer squirted a mouthful of tobacco juice on the. ground before re plying, and then said, wth a provoking calmness: "Oh, what's time to a settin' hen?" That settled the question. No incu bator was sold.—Harper's Weekly. MOON FIXES CRAB PRICES. Connection Between Its Phases and the Crustaceans. "The prices of soft-shell crabs are governed by the phases of the moon," said Hiram Beecher of Annapolis. "The sloughing season of the crab is after the dark of the moon, increas ing as the moon nears its full—operat ed upon by the unvarying law of sup ply and demand, as the supply be comes more abundant at the moon's full, prices after drop to 10 or 15 cents a dozen, while at other seasons the fancy prices of from 60 to 80 cents are received. It is only at the season of shedding its old for a new garment that the crab grows and develops from the small crab at the opening of the season to the 'channeled' at its close. A gragsy shore or'flat is the favorite resort for the sloughers, for there, to a great extent, they are out of the way of their inveterate enemies, eels."— Milwaukee Free Press. IN COLONEL'S TOWN Things Happen. From the home of thefamous "Keyh From the home of the famous "Keyh down South, comes an enthusiastic let ter about Postum: "I was in very delicate health, suf fering from indigestion and a nervous trouble so severe that I could hardly sleep. The doctor ordered me to dis continue the use of the old kind of coffee, which was like poison to me, produfcin^ such extreme disturbance that I could not control myself. But such was my love for it that 1 could not get my own consent to give it up for some time, and continued to suffer, till my father one day brought home a package of Postum Food Coffee. "I had the new food drink carefully prepared according to directions, and gave it a fair trial. It proved to have a rich flavor and made a healthy, wholesome and delightful drink. To my taste the addition of cream great ly improves it. nggg "My health began to Improve &§ soon as the drug effect df the old cof fee was removed and the Postiiin Cof fee had time to make its influence felt. My nervous troubles were speedily re lieved and the sleep which the old cof fee drove from my pillow always came to soothe and strengthen cne after I had drunk Postum—in a very short time I began to sleep better than I. had for years before. I have now.iiaed Postum Coffee for several years and like it better and find it more bene&h cial than when I first began, it i8 aiS unspeakable joy to be relieved of thtf old distress and sickness." Nam* given by Postum Company, Battle Creek, Mich. There's reason. Read the littlo book. "The Road WellTflle," in each pkg. Sc v/.| Trust Baking Powders sell for 45 or 50 cen'ts per pound and may be iden tified by this exorbitant price. They area menace to public health, as food prepared from them con tains large quantities of Rochelle salts, a danger ous cathartic drug. Worthless. Ethyl—Did Annette get anything out of her breach of promise suit? Babette—Nothing at all the man decided to marry her.—Detroit Free Press. Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, safe and sure remedy for Infants and children, and see that it Beam the Signature of In \Jfle For Over 30 Years. The Kind You Have Always Bought. Time and Setting Hens. An enterprising salesman from one of the large cities went to a certain rural community and endeavored to sell an incubator to a farmer. His ar guments did not make any impression on the agriculturist. Finally, as a clincher in favor of his up-to-date im provement, he exclaimed: "Look at the time it will save."