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I have been compelled to lie in bed in a help less condition for as long as nino days at a time; the greatest pain was from my back, which sometimes felt as though a bayonet was being run throu;h me in the region of my kidneys; many citizens of Battle Creek knew how bad I was. I could not move without the greatest caution, for as soon as I attempted to stoop over, bend to one side, or even turn in bed, the pain was simply unbearable. I wore porous plasters constantly for the little tem porary relief they brought me. "When ever I caught the slightest cold it went straight to my kidneys and made me worse. I was advised to try Doan's Kid ney Pills, and got 6omc. I have taken in all four boxes of them, and I now feel ty. ftctive as ever. A few months ago I would havo ridiculed the idea of being cured" so quickly, and being able to work as I can now. All the long-standing pains are gone, and the former traces of kidney dis orders found in my urine have disap peared. 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Cat Out and tend thla Advertlnemeir.k Ami I imuli Kr.,n f l..wi TTaa I in llm Nil H Tiv flfliirff til. P I 1 iFV rp iul LUKLs MHtUt ALL LLht f AiLS. VI Il.WTICK VII.-iCoittlital.) One day, during a stcamnoat excur-f-ion, aftt'r adinirin"; Vivctte flushed vith the breeze on the steamer's deck, and her wonderful hair curling' to catch the rather vigorous zephyrs, un til he could control himself no longer, he said as they walked the deck to gether: "Do you know that you are very beantifuL, Vivctte?" (She really ap peared not to know that self-evident fact) "You are very kind, Cousin Adolf,' she replied, without any expression of emotion whatever much to tho sur prise of Adolf. "I ought not to know it," she con tinued; "but I am not so disingenuous as to pretend that I am unaware of what partial friends have claimed for me." "The women of New Orleans are many of them very beautiful," con tinued Adolf. "I have heard so." "I have associated with the most lovely; but no beauty has ever im pressed me like yours." "Well, my very partial cousin, you are very kind. I ought to thank you, and I do." "Hut I do not see you through the partial eye of a cousin." "With whose eyes do you see mc then. Cousin Adolf? Is there something be hind those shining glasses with rims of gold which I do not see?" "I see you with the eyes of a devoted lover, Vivctte." "How thankful we should be, Mr. Molier, that we cousins who have never met before, can appreciate the ties of blood and kindred," said Viv ette. "I never railed you Miss Molier. How could you say Mr. Molier?" "Cousin Adolf, forgive me. I would not hurt your feelings for the world !" "Lut you refuse to understand me. I love you with a devotion compared with which the tics of blood are as nothing. Without you I can never bo happy'." "1 am confused, my dear cousin, riease tell me what you mean." Vivette said these words in a man ner so wholly devoid of guile that Adolf was confounded: and for the present he retired from the assault This conversation between Adolf and Vivette had taken place out of the throng, near the stern of the boat, on the hurricane deck; and the partici pants now walked orward. Among the numerous passengers who took advantage of the boat excursion there were hundreds was a company of young gen tlemen without ladies, who had seated themselves on the open space behind the ladies' cabin at the stern of the boat They were smoking, chatting and enjoying their trip, and few persons on the boat were aware of their being on board; nor did they know or apparently care to know of the other groups on various parts of the boat When Adolf Molier and Vivette walked forward as described, they halted for a moment oa the wheel house wherj the stairway to the rooms below was guarded by a slender rail ing. Adolf put out his hand to take the railing, missed it because of his near-sightedness, and pitched head long into the river, nearly dragging Vivette with him. There was an out cry and a shout of "man over board" The boat was running with the current, and as the young men at the 6tern heard the cry, one of them saw a man evidently unable to swim, pass the stern struggling in the water. In a few moments the young man threw off hat and coat and leaped over the stern into the water, and soon grasped Molier by the hair and held him with a giant's grip with one hand while swimming with resolute composure vith the other. The boat was stopped, the yawl sent to their assistance, nnd they were taken safely on board, and b;wk to the steamer. Rescuer nnd rescued appeared to have no knowledge of each other. Molier had lost his spectacles in his fill or his subsequent struggles, his hair was wetted down to h's head, and even Vivetta hardly recognized her re ceatly submerged cousin; while the young man who had gone to his assist ance was without hat and coat, and only hi comrades on the Rtern of the boat knew who he was. Vivette had only aeen him in the water at a dis tance, and if she knew him did not then recognize him. The young man had hastened to the stern, rejoined his companions and there remained until the boat's return an hour later, when lie took a carriage and drove off in fcearch of dry clothing. Vivctte had been terribly startled by her cousin's disaster; and during the ride from tbe boat to her home the time was spent in congratulations upon Adolf's safe delivery from a watery grave and vain endeavors to imagine who could have b'en h's de liverer. "He is a noble fellow, at least." said Adolf. "Ho did not even wait for my thanks." "And mine," added Vivette. Adolf looked at her as closely as his unspectacled eyes would permit, to learn what were tho true feelings which prompted this honest and feeling expression of thanks for his delivery. Hut not even Levi's best gold-rimmed glasses would have enabled him to learn more than her words expressed. "He must have been a strong swim mer," said Vivette. "Yes; line, strong, noble lookfng man; swain like a Sandwich islander." "Strange he did not wait to receive our thanks," said Vivette. "Do you know, Vivette, those words, 'our thanks' give me delight? I can delay no longer, my dearest Vivette; I offer you my hand with my heart, which you already have. He my wife. mine forever and I know we shall be very happy." Then seeing her start, as if surprised, he feared to have a reply at that mo ment, and added: "Not now, dearest Vivette, I do not press for an answer now. Take time to consider; and should you finally say po, I had better have perished in the beautiful Ohio." "My dear cousin, I thank j'ou for not pressing this offer now. I appreciate it, believe me. Hut you will not press it now?" "If you wi?sh it. dear Vivette, I can wait; but my happiness and that of your father whom you love depend upon your answer." "And mine," said Vivette signifi cantly. Adolf was perplexed and troubled at the tone of these words, which ex pressed more than had been intsnded; but he could only wait, and he re solved to abide the effect of time, and trust his fate. This was just what Vivctte wished of all things. She did not wish to flatly refuse her cousin's offer and offend her father; and she knew from the first she should never accept it. Now he could wait events without committing herself in any way, and she felt relieved. The (Sazctte next morning gave a full account of th steamboat excur sion, and of the Occident to "Hon. Adolf Molier of New Orleans," who had been "so gallantly rescued by Mr. Joseph Oust, a well-known and rising young lawyer of ih'e city." Here was t complication! Vivette was first in I lie house to get hold ot the Oazette; and unable to suppress her surprise and pleasure, she was proceeding with beaming faco to show the paper to her father, when Adolf met her, saw her THIS JlKflCUK. happy face and asked what delighted her so. For a moment only she hesi tated, then with her wonted ingenuous courage she handed the Oazette to Adolf and ran off to conceal her face. Without sitting down Adolf read the whole account of the excursion expect ing to find something pleasin? unlil he read of his own rescue at the hands of his hated rival, Joseph Oust. Then he stamped in mad fury, swearing he would rather have died in the water than to have been saved by that man! "Of course the scoundrel knew me and did it only ttfhumiliat.e me. I certainly did not know him without hat or coat my glasses being gone and my eyes full of water, and I hope he did not know me, for the sarn3 reason. Hut it is enrsed luck all round." Then he hurried off to confer with Old Charley he never thought of going t Vivctte: that was a little too much. Hut Old Charley was . not a bit sur prised. Ue had from the first sus pected from the account given by Adolf and Vivette, brief as that was, that the rescuer was no other than "Joe Gust." 'Tlease read that, uncle," said Adolf, handing the paper to Molier Senior, and pointing out the article in the Gazette. Old Charley Molier read the whole account deliberately through. Then he said composedly; "When I observed that you wera wet, when you returned from the rivel excursion, neither you nor Vivette ol, luded to the matter in detail, and I raid no further attention to it after your brief statement, in which you said nothing of Joe Oust." "I did not know the man. I had no suspicion it was that fellow." "Hu.t Adolf, doesn't tho man who jumps into the river and saves yoiir life deserve some bitter titlo than that fellow?' " "Hut I believe he did it on purpose," replied Adolf with anger. "What do you propose to do about it?" "What should I do? That is just why I ,amc to you for advice." "What did you do about tho affair at the 'Hroadway?' " "Treated it with the contempt it de served. You saw the account in the Oazette?" "Yes." "I did not challenge him " "That was manly, and I honor you." "Hut only declined because I did not esteem him a gentleman. How could I light the fellow?" ".Not very well; you are near sighted and he can sli a bullet on a knife-blade." Adolf winced. Those were the very reasons why he had not sent a chal lenge to Oust. Hut he said: "I wish 1 could find as good reasons for paying no attention to the affair on the river." "Of course you cannot. Your first act of self control will give you at least in this latitude a reputation for moral courage; your refusal to acknowl edge your indebtedness for your life from what appears to have been an act of disintcrestedheroism will be es teemed as moral cowardice if not something worse." "Whv, uncle, do you forget that this man Oust is your daughter's suitor?" "I do not forget it. It would be best for all if you could do so. Is not Vivette quite lovable?" "Indeed she is lovable, and lovely." "And you are jealous, and hate Mr. Oust for loving one you say is both lovable and lovely, You expect a good deal from human nature. Don't you know that Vivette has given mc her word she would never marry without my consent?" "Young girls are sometimes carried off despite the father's protest" "You do not know Vivette, Adolf. She will keep her pledge though she. die of a broken heart." "Hear with me, uncle; I will do any thing in the mattsr which you may suggest except " Why not call uponhira like a man; offer him such thanks as would be proper, and so relieve your mind and save your reputation?" "I will do it, but not to-day." And Adolf retired. Then Old Charley Molier communed with one who never told his thoughts to others: he talked to himself. "Old Hen is right; honesty is the best policy Get great moral courage hasn't got very much hundred thou sand dollars New Orleans society Jol's a line fellow hasn't got a dollar nvght find his folks, some day might be all right look into the mat ter if 'Dolf don't succeed." And so on fr ten minutes, when he took up the newspaper, looked quickly over it and went to his store below stairs. On the next day Adolf Molier found courage enough to call UDon Joseph (Just as he had promised to do. He was ushered into that gentleman's study-room at the house of his adopted father. Then he was met by a series of surprises. He was surprised at the room itself, its contents and arrange ment. To study-room he had ever seen surpassed it in comfort, good taste, appropriati furnishings and appoint mcuts. Especially the library chiefly the books of his adopted father, and which filled all one side surprised him. He bad expected only a few old law books. On the table at which Oust had just been reading was a vase of choice flowers; that surprised him. On the whole, he decided that the word fellow was not exactly an appro priate cognomen by which to designate Joseph Oust. Hut most of all was he surprised at the polite and unem barrassing tenor of his reception. "I did not desire the sacrifice which has been made of a most natural re luctance, by which -ou have made this call, Mr. Molier. Hut I may be allowed to say 1 properly appreciate the act it self," said Mr. Gust with most manifest candor. "Mr. Gust, after all which has passed, I at least can afford to be candid, and I knov that you yourself are always so. I thank you as only one whose life has been in jeopard' can do. I'leasc be lieve mc." "Hut your obligation is much less than you appear to imagine, Mr. Molier," Raid Gust. "I knew I had saved a man. but what man was wholly unknown to mc until I saw the morn ing paper. So you owe me no personal thanks, for there was nothing personal in my dive from the .stern of the boat at the cry of 'Man overboard.' And while I con gratulate you upon your safe delivery, Mr. Molier, Icould wish, for your sake, that you had been fortunate enough to have found a rescue by other hands." Adolf Molier was now "betwixt two straits." His better nature prompted him to come to the level of Gust's own magnanimity and for get all causes of difference; his jealousy prompted him to hesitate. Hut while he hesitated Gust decided for him. He said: (to nr. coxTi!urT:r.) Oar Iron lloreas Abroa-t. The American locomotive is finding its way, into every quarter of the globe. 'hile has now given an order for twelve at a cost of $160,000. During the past two years we have sent 355 to South America and seventy-five to Australia. Hrazll, it would seem, orders all the headlights used on its locomotives in this country. OLD-TIME ItOMANCK. ELUS, king of Tyre, was dead, and Pysmallon, hla eon, had succeeded to the throne. A new fclnff is some times a blesHlns to a people, and eome times he not. This was one of the times when he was not, for Pygmalion had all the quali ties that make a sovereign detested, and none that make him loved. He had a Bister, the Princess Dido, who was married to a man of Immense wealth, a worthy nobleman of Tyre, named Slchaeus. You might think that a king would be glad to have the friendship and support of a man of that kind, especially in that far-away time, when thrones rested, at best, upon somewhat shaky foundations, but Pyg malion was so puffed up with Is own importance and so confident of his pow er, that he sometimes "lost his head." lie had one passion that subordinated everything else in his nature the love of gold, and he was in the habit of overriding anything that might stand in the way of acquiring it. In spite, therefore, of his close rela tionship to SIchaeus, of the love that he should have felt, but did not. for his beautiful sister, the Princess Dido, he determined to become possessed of the wealth of SIchaeus, and to that end he had him put to death. Hut the widowed Dido managed to outwit the avaricious king, her brother, and. knowing quite well that she would follow her husband to the land of shades if she did not put herself be yond the king's reach, she secretly or ganized a band of followers, men and women, and fled from Tyre, taking with her the riches that SIchaeus had left. She and her followers sailed away in ships. Dido had all the spirit and ambition of a royal race, and her purpose was to found a city in some new country where she might reign as became the daughter of Helus. Committing herself and her companions, therefore, to the care and protection of the gods, she had her ships pointed toward the distant coast of Africa, and after a prosperous voy age landed at a point opposite to Sicily. The natives received her with many manifestations of friendship, and when she asked them for only so much ground as might be Inclosed with a bull's hide, they readily gave their consent. Their amusement, however, turned to dismay, and then to downright ad miration, when they saw how the shrewd princess had Interpreted her own proposition. I don't know who suggested the idea to Dido; perhaps she evolved it out of her own head; but when the natives had consented to her request for as much ground as might be inclosed with a bull's hide, she hadhe hide cut into very fine strips, and then tied together Into a very long string. With this Btrlng she and her followers managed to in close a pretty good-sized piece of ground, upon which they at once built a citadel as the nucleus of a town. And that is how the great and pow erful city of Carthage was founded, a city that afterward produced Ilamllear and Hannibal, two of the greatest iol dlers and chieftains of those times; a city that rivaled Home itself in great ness and power. One day a great storm swept over the sea off Carthage, and in the midst of it the people could see several ves sels struggling with wind and wave. They were some distance from shore, ut their tempest-driven course showed A GREAT STORM SWEPT OVER THE SEA. that they must soon be wrecked upon the rocks that Ky Just out3lde the har bor. Word of their condition was brought to Queen Dido in her palace, an4 she gave immediate orders that her people should do what they could to aid the mariners if they should be wrecked. But suddenly, as if by some super natural power, the winds subsided, the waves laid their foaming crests down upon the surface of the sea, the face of heaven was swept clear of the dark clouds tha,t had obscured it, and the vessels sailed quietly Into port. The people received the strangers with ' generous hospitality, and. the queen sent a messenger to the leader of the expedition, requesting him to appear before her in the palace. Con ducted by the messenger, the leader set forth at once to obey the royal com mand. "Welcome, noble stranger." said Dido, as the leader came into her presence. "I know not whence you came, but It is enough that you and your people have been storm-driven; all Carthage Is subject to your will until such time as you shall have repaired the Injury you have sustained. I, myself, am not unacquainted with sorrow, and I have learned to succor the unfortunate. Wel come, therefore, to this good city of Carthage, of w.hlch I am queen." "Most noble queen," said the strang er, a man of heroic form and bearing, "I thank you for your hospitable greet ing; may the gods forever bless you and your generous people. "Know, Queen Dido, that I am Aeneas, one of tbe chieftains of Troy. That fair city, after ten years of heroic struggle against the valor and strategy of the besieglrg Greeks, has fallen, and its good people all except those that came here with me In my ships have suffered death by spear and sword at the hands' of our victorious enemy. "Yes, queen, Troy Is no more; It palaces and Its temples are In ashes, and Its people are dead. We are the ' only survivors of the dire calamity, and ' we seek a spot where, under the good , will and protection of the gods, we may rehabilitate ourselves and, mayhap, I found a new city and a new race." "Noble Aeneas," said Dido, "it grieves me to hear that Troy is no more. But right worthily did her gallant sons bear themselves In bar defense. As Ions as the world endures shall their praises b ung and their names bo honored. "You say that you and your followers are seeking a new home; rest here! Carthage welcome all gallant men within her walls! Here there shall be no distinc tion between Carthaginian and Trojan. Your people shall be my people, ani my people shall be yours. Abide irt Carthage and find here tfio fulfillment f your ambition!" And then the queen ordered a great feast prepared In, honor of her guests; but before the fe?.st there were athletlo games, such as the people of that ag Indulged in, at which the men of Carth age and the followers of Aeneas con tended on equal terms. The whole city gave Itself up to festivity, and the storm-beaten Trojans were led to for get their distress. In the evening the feast vas spread in the great hall of the palace, and Queen Dido made Aeneas sl beside lur on her throne. Then, while the festivi ties went on around them, she bade him tell her the story of his escape from Troy and his adventures before th storm drove him to Carthage. "This, most noble queen," sail Aeneas, "Is how It happened. For ten years had the Greeks, led by Agamem non, Menclaus, Achilles and the rest, sought in vain to capture Troy. Many a great and glorious struggle had tak en place upon the plains before the city, and many a brilliant deed of arms had been done by warriors on both sides. "Hut strategy accomplished what valor had failed to do, and when our people hauled within the gates a great wooden horse that the Greek had left upon the plain our doom was sealed. That wooden horse was filled with som of the bravest of our enemies, and at night a traitor opened its side and turned the warriors loose upon our un suspecting people. "Straightway these warriors opened the city gates t3 their soldiers and Troy was taken. Then followed all the hor rors of fire, pillage and roassacre, in the midst of which I managed to find my way out of the city, bearing my father, Anchlscs, upon my ajhoulders, and leading my little son by the hand. Close after me followed my wife, but she, alas! was soon swept aray In the confusion and utterly lost. "Some others escaped, also, and when I encountered them some distance from the city, they placed themselves under my guidance and command. The fugi tives, as you see, were men, women and children, and I determined to seek a new country and establish a colony, perhaps build a city that rright rival fair Troy. "In time we secured ships and set sail, meeting with various adventures on our way. We first landed on the shores of Thrace, but the gods sent ma a warning, and we took ship again. Then sighting Delos, I sailed into Its harbor, and having gone ashore, I con sulted the oracle of Apollo for guidance. "The oracle answered me in ambigu ous phrase, as oracles always do: 'Seek your ancient mother; there the race of Aeneas shall dwell, and reduce all oth er nations to their sway.' "I knew not where to find my 'an cient mother,' but Anchises, my father, remembered that Crete was the reputed home of my ancestors. To Crete, there fore, we sailed, and having landed, we began to build a city, but sickness broke out among my people, our crops utterly failed, and I had a dream In which I was warned to seek Hesperia, in the west, whence Dardanus, the real founder of the Trojan race, had mi grated. "Leaving Crete, therefore, we turned our ships toward the west. Having touched at various points, and met with many strange adventures, we at last reached the coast of Sicily, over against your own good city of Carthage. "With fair winds, clear skies, smooth water and hopeful hearts, we were speeding away prosperously toward our destination, when Juno, whose resent ment against Tarls for awarding th Golden Apple to Venice extends to th whole Trojan race, sent for Aeolus, the ruler of the winds, and ordered him to turn loose a gale upon our ships and wreck them. "It was that storm, O queen, through which we struggled as we neared this hospitable shore. No doubt you mar veled at the suddenness with which it subsided;, but know you that It was great Neptune that quieted the waves. Hearing the storm raging, and know ing that he had not ordered one, he looked from under the water and bads the winds go back to their keeper. "Then it was that we sailed through smooth water to your fair city, where ycu and your people have so royally received us." "And here you shall remain, noble Aeneas, If it please you, tor whatever you ask you shall have, even to the half of my kingdom. I beg you to seek not that unknown country, Hesperia; be content with Carthage, for here you shall have riches, luxury "and power." Who will wonder that Aeneas accept ed the generous queen's offer? And when she gave him her hand and made him her royal consort, he ceased to think of Hesperia and the mysterious warning he had received In his dream. But the hands of the gods were upon this noble Trojan, for tt had been de creed that his race should found the city of Rome, tn Hesperia, or Italy, as It Is now called, and Jupiter sent Mer cury to remind him of the great destiny that had been predicted for him. Surrounded by luxury, wealth, power, love and all the allurements that en snare a man's ambition, he was content to remain in Carthage with his beauti ful queen. But a command from th goda he dared not disobey. When Mer cury had left him, therefore, he began his preparations for leaving Carthage. Dido used all the sweet persuasion. that love and devotion could suggest but while his ?art was torn with agony at the thought of leaving her, he dread ed the anger of Jupiter too much to yield to her entreaties. When the afflicted queen knew that he had sailed away she gave herself up to a grief that was too heavy to be borne, and even while his ships were stlil within sight of the city, she mount ed a funeral pl' that had been prepare by her direction, thrust a dagger deep Into her heart and sunk dying upon the pile as the flames sent their long tongues up Into the air. Lerel head's Fear. Cinvasser (Weekly Dorero) What could be fairer than, that? We offer you as a premium an encyclopedia' worth ten dollars for only five. Mr. Levclhead Y-e-s, that's fair enough; but I'm afraid you'll ten J tha Weekly Borem Tlth it-