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CHAPTER VIII. —CONTINUED. There could be no doubt that the vessel was arranged for a determined 'defence in the event of attack, as the orew consisted of fifteen men including Paul. These were carefully selected, and a finer set of sailors would rarely be seen, amongst them was the surly Dick Stone, who had 40 stubbornly resisted the inquiries of Captain Smart on his visit to the lugger. This man was an extraordinary character: he was devoted to Paul and to the clipper lugger in which he sailed he was brave to a fault, and his coolness in the midst pf danger was remarkable he hated the entire nation of Frenchmen, whom he termed "the Mounseers next to them he disliked the whple race of revenue authorities. For several years he had served on board man of war but the varied occupations of smuggling and fishing, with the dangers attendant upon such professions, formed an excitement that was the charm of his existence. He was seldom seen to laugh, neither was he ever in a passion if anything disturbed him, he invariably turned to his pipe as his counselor and comforter a few deep puffs from the ever present companion would either be followed by perfect silence and contentment, or by some carefully considered reply.

Dick Stone was at the helm, and, as he had been instructed by Paul, he kept a course that would meet the advancing boat. "Take the tiller for a moment," said he to a sailor who stood by on the farther side, and without moving from his place, he .took from his pocket a blackened clay pipe, about three inches long at the same time he inserted a plug of tobacc.o then, striking alight with a fiint and steel and a piece of burnt rag, he gave two or three sharp and rapid pull's, that brought a brilliant glow to the mouth of the bowl. He iMien took along and steady suck at the never failing adviser, until his cheeks became quite bollow with the exhaustive effort: this was followed by a dense cloucl of smoke, as though from the explosion of a gun. He rested for a moment and took the pipe from his mouth, as though to Lrive his brain au opportunity of testing tbfc effect. Once more it was applied, with a similar result as iu the lirst instance: and, as the wind carried the smoke to leeward, he quietly hauded the magic instrument to the sailor from whom he now took the helm, and, with invigorated intelligence, he directed his attention to the boat. "She's made the signal," said Paul, who still observed her with the glass. ''She has hoisted the English flag in exchange for the French."

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you see the Mounseer, Cap-

tain Doopwee?" asked Dick. "I can't swear to him." replied Paul, "but there's some one very like him,in a pilot coat, in the stern." "Perhaps we'd better have the muskets ready," continued Dick, as he again took his pipe from the sailor and asked fresh advice by a vigorous puff. "Just put a pistol and a cutlass on the deck by my side," said Dick to the sailor who had assisted Mm, as though the tobacco had suggested the idea. "1 don't trust those Mounseers—they're too purlite by half: and I can't see Captain Doopwee."

Although Paul had no suspicion of the boat that was now approaching, be saw no objection to Dick's practical advice. "Are those muskets all leaded?" he asked, as he pointed to those in the rack around the mainmast. 'Yes," replied Dick: "if a musket ain't, loaded its like a pipe without baccy. I loaded those muskets myself early this morning, as I don't trust the Mounseers." "Well," said Paul to a sailor near him, "unlock the arm chest and let each rgan strap on his cutlass and put a pistol in his belt, lay a dozen muskets on the deck, in addition to -to those upon the rack, and keep a sharp lookout as we near the French boat."

In about twenty minutes the boat was within a pistol shot of the lugger Captain Dupuis was not among the •*. crew. A man in the bow of the boat now waved a small English flag, at the same time he held a letter in his outstretched left hand. The lugger now hauled close up to the wind and lav to, as the boat was allowed to •come alongside, and the person in '.-command nimbly leaped onboard, while the boat dropped astern and was scoured by a rope to the Polly. "Bon voyage. Monsieur le Capitainci" said the sprightly individual who now accosted Paul. "1 have the plaisir to introduce to you one lettre of de part do nofcre ami Monsieur

Dupuis, who makes to you ses compliments, but is engaged vitli les megrimes. or vith some seekness detestable, dat ties him to his bed."

With this introduction the dapper liittle Frenchman presented his letj.er, which Paul immediately read.

Monsieur Dupuis described that he wan unwell and therefore could not meet him in person, but that the bearer was a trustworthy agent who would act pilot and guide the Polly to a secure hiding place, where she could disembark her goods and rej./''Ceive a fresh cargo without fear of

's interruption. After having asked a ^^'•-4 few questions, which satisfactorily answered, Paul ordered Dick Stone to obey the directions of the French 'fpl pilot and the lugger, having been «allowed to fall of the wind, itnmediately filled her sails, and once more vii

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ami," said the polite jjilot to the imperturbable Dick, "till I show you von leetle port vare no one know."

As Dick slightly altered the lugger's course he took a long puff at his pipe and emitted a cloud of smoke that for a moment obscured the Frenchman, under cover of which he muttered: "Too purlite, too purlite by along chalk, these Mounseers," then as the smoke cleared he addressed the pilot direct: "What's become of Captain Doopwee, Mounseer?" "Ah, mon cher ami, dat is my deer fren," replied the vivacious Frenchman "our fren le Capitaine Dupuis has caught a coup d'air he has taken to him a cold witn mal a la tete, vat ve call de megrimes, together vith a spasm in his ventre vat you call de intestines." "What we call the bellyache," replied Dick, thoughtfully. "I never knew a Frenchman without the bellyache. It's all along their sour wine. But what's the name of the place you're taking us to?" continued Dick. "Ve go to one charmant petit endroit, von leetle basin oache denier dat high rocher." "Very likely," replied Dick, suspiciously. "But, Mounseer, what have you got to do with us? Captain Doopwee's the Mounseer that I want to see." "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Frenchman. "Patience, patience, mon cher vait von leetle half hour, nous verrons Mons. Dupuis tout a l'heure— all in de hour. You understand?" "Too purlite, too purlite to be honest," muttered Dick Stone, as he mechanically obeyed the directions of the French pilot. In the meantime the lugger rapidly approached the bjuff headland, behind which lay the secure harbor described. It was vain that Paul scan: jd the rockv

in coast with his glass no signs of a dwelling could be seen all appeared dangerous and desolate in the extreme. They now neared the high cliffs of a long, projecting headland. "Give to me de helm, mon ami. Dis is one vary bad place," said the pilot, as the Polly just passed a sunken rock over which the surf broke in curling foam, and, taking the tiller from the unwilling Dick, he now steered along the coast direct for the rocky headland, which rose abruptly from the water to the height of about two hundred feet.

In a few minutes the lugger neared the point the breeze was brisk, and the spray dashed high upon the face of the cliffs as the heavy waves of the Atlantic burst against the rocks but the pilot evidently knew the coast, and steering within a hundred paces of the rocky point he suddenly rounded the headland, and, turning sharp, he ran before the wind direct into a long and narrow bay. A lofty rocky island presently lay before them the Polly flew along in the calm harbor until, suddenly rounding the island, she passed within fifty paces of a large vessel that had been concealed by the high cliff at the same instant the pilot brought the lugger sharp up to the wind, and she lay helpless under the guns of a French eighteen-gun corvette. All this had happened so quickly and unexpectedly that the trap was first discovered when they were fairly caught. As the Polly had rounded the rocky island and the corvette first burs't upon their view a cloud of smoke had puffed from Dick's pipe but now that the fatal truth burst upon them as the lugger lay motionless, with her sails flapping in the wind, he quietly took his pipe from his mouth, shook the last remnants of tobacco from the bowl, and, muttering, "Too purlite by a long chalk, these Mounseers," he suddenly seized the little French pilot by the collar, caught one leg with his left hand, and swung him overboard as though he had been a child. Hardly had he splashed into the water than the French boat astern, that had cast off their rope, pulled to his assistance and hoisted the polite pilot on board like a drowned rat. In the mean time a boat full of armed men approached them from the corvette. that was only a few rods distant. There was no chance of escape. They were fairly caught by a wellplanned trap devised by the treacherous Captain Dupuis, who owed Paul a considerable sum of money, and who thus intended to avoid the debt, at the same time to gain the prize by consigning Paul to a French prison. "The Mounseers shant take my pipe without a fight for it. I know," said Dick, as a number of Frenchmen suddenly boarded the lugger. As he said this he replaced his trusty ally within his jjocket, and picking up the cutlass and pistol from the deck he advanced a pace in front of the helm in an attitude of defiance. "Come on, Mounseers. Komprenny?

Where's Captain Doopwee? I'll cure his miggrims, the purlite varmint." Dick Stone was perfectly ready to fight either one or all, but Paul, who had at once perceived the trap into which they had fallen, and the utter impossibility of resistance, immediately gave the order that all should lay down their arms, as several of the most desperate had followed Dick's example, and had already drawn their cutlasses.

A French officer now approached Paul and formally announced that the Polly was the prize of the corvette at the same time he assured him that both he and the crew would be well treated. Without further delay they were ordered to pack up their clothes and go ashore in enstody of a guard of marines.

In an hour afser the arrival of the

Polly in the deceitful port, Paul and his entire crew were marched through the streets of a French village, and were drawn up before the prison entrance.

It was a curious old building, in the Norman style of architecture, with tall, conical towers of great height, in which were numerous small grated windows a heavy iron gate closed the entrance to a gloomy courtyard, and a large crowd of people thronged the approach to this uninviting spot to see English prisoners led in triumph to the jail.

Upon their arival at the gate, they were met by the governor and the principal jailer, who received them formally, and entered their names upon the prison books after which, a receipt was given to the officer in command of the escort, and they were allotted to various cells in separate parties. Paul, as their captain, was placed in a superior apartment, together with Dick Stone, whom he had requested might be permitted to accompany him.

As the door of the prison had closed upon their admittance to the courtyard, Paul had noticed a remarkably pretty girl of about eighteen, who had fixed her eyes upon him with extreme earnestness. As he w%s now led with Dick Stone to the room that they were to oocupy, he observed that she accompanied the jailer and appeared to observe him with great interest. Taking from his pocket a guinea that was pierced with a hole, he slipped it into her hand, at the same time laughingly he told her, in a few words of broken French, to suspend it as a charm around her neck to preserve her from everything English.

Instead of receiving it with pleasure, as he had expected, she simply looked at it with curiosity for an instant, and then, keeping it in her hand, she asked in her native tongue, with intense feeling, "A tu vue Victor? mon cher frere Victor, prisonnier en Angleterre?" "Silly girl!" said the jailer her father '''England is a large place, and there are too many French prisoners to make it likely that Victor should be known:" at "the same time the feelings of the father yielded to a vague hope as he looked inquiringly at Paul. "There are many fine fellows," answered Paul, "who have had the misfortune to become prisoners of war, but they are all cared for and receive every attention in England. When was your brother taken?" he asked, as he turned to the handsome dark-eyed girl, who had just questioned him. "A year ago next Christmas," she replied "and we have only once heard from him he was then at a place called Falmouth, but we do not know where that is." "Falmouth!" said Paul "why, I know the place well with a fair wind the Polly would make it in a few hours from the spot where I live. Your brother then is imprisoned only half a day's sail from my house!" "Oh what good fortune, mon Dieu!" exclaimed the excited eirl, as she clasped her hands in delight, as though the hour of her brother's deli verence was at hand. "How can we reach him? Surely you can help us?" "Alas! I am also a prisoner," replied Paul. "At this moment my wife is sorrowing alone in our cottage on the cliff, and she is looking vainly upon the sea expecting my return how can I help you? Belies me, if it were possible, I would." At the recollection of Polly's situation, Paul hastily brushed a tear from his eye with the back of his rough hand, which instantly awoke the sympathy of the sensative girl before him. "Ha! you are married," she exclaimed. "Is she young, and perhaps beautiful?" "Young enough for me, and handsomer than most women," replied Paul.

At this moment Dick Stone had lit his pipe, and as he gave two or three tremendous puffs he screwed his face into a profoundly serio-comic expression and winked his right eye mysteriously at Paul. "I kuow the young man," said Dick, who now joined in the conversation, and addressed the. jailor, whom he had been scrutinizing closely "I saw him once at the prison in Falmouth. Rather tall?" said Dick, as he surveyed the six-foot form of the jailor. "Yes," said thejailor, eagerly, "as tall as I am." "Black hair?" continued the impassive Dick, as he cast his eyes upon the raven locks of both father and daughter. "Yes, as dark as mine,"exclaimed the now excited jailor. "Roman nose?" said Dick, as he looked at the decided form of the parent's feature, that was shared by the handsome girl. "Precisely so,well arched," replied the father. "Had not lost an arm?" said Dick. "No, he had both his arms," said the jailer. "And his name," said Dick, "was Victor?" "Victor Diore!" exclaimed the jailor's daughter. "Victor Diarrhoea! Precisely so— that's the man," replied the stoical Dick Stone "that's the man. I met him soon after he was captured, and I believe he's now in Falmouth jail. I'd almost forgotten his name, for you Mounseers are so badly christened that I can't remember how you're called."

The jailor and his daughter were much affected at this sudden intelligence there could be no doubt that their new prisoner had seen their lost relative, who appeared to be imprisoned not far from Paul's resi-

dence, and their hearts at once warmed toward both the captives. They were led into a large but rather dark room, scantily furnished with two tressel beds, a table and a couple of benches. "We must talk of this again," said Paul to the jailor's daughter "perhaps an exchange of prisoners may be arranged at some future time that may serve us all." "Yes." added Dick Stone, "I think we can manage it if we're all true friends and may I ask your name, my dear? for you're the prettiest Mounseer that ever I've set eyes on." "Leontine" replied the girl. "Well, Leon teen," continued Dick, "if you'll come and have a chat sometimes up in this cold-looking room, I dare say we say we shall be able to hit off some plan that'll make all agreeable. I've got a secret us to tell you yet, but I don't want to let it out before the old 'un," said Dick, mysteriously, as he winked his eye at her io Masonic style then, putting his lips very close to her pretty ear he whispered: "I can tell you how to get your brother out of prison, but you must keep it close,"

The door had hardly closed upon the jailor and his daughter, who had promised to return with breakfast, than Paul turned quickly toward Dick Stone aud exclaimed: "What do you mean, Dick, by such a romance as you have just composed? Surely all is false you never met the French prisoner at Falmouth." "Well," replied Dick, "maybe I didn't, but perhaps I did who knows? You see, captain, all's fair in love or war, and it struck me that it's as well to make friends as enemies now you see we've made friends all at once by a little romance. You see the Mounseers are very perlite people, and so Its better to be perlite when your'e in France. You see the pretty little French girl says her brother's in jail at Falmouth well, I've seen a lot of French prisoners in Falmouth with black hair and two arms apiece, and a Roman nose so, very likely, I've seen her brother. Well, you see, if we can make friends with the jailer, we mey p'raps get the key of the jaill At all events, it ain't a bad beginning to make friends with the jailer's daughter before we've had our first breakfast in the French prison."

As Dick'Stone finished speaking, he looked out of the narrow greated window that in the thick stone wall appeared as though it had been intended for musketry from his aperture he had a beautiful view of the bay and the French corvette, near to which the unfortunate Folly was now lying at anchor with the French colors flying at the mizzen. "Well, that's a bad lookout, I must say," said Dick. "Look here, captain, there's the Polly looking as trim and as saucy, blefes her heart! as though we were all aboard and there's the ugly French flag flying, and she don't seem to care more about it than a woman with new ribbons in her bonnet."

Paul looked at his beautiful lugger with bitter feelings he had sailed in her for many years, and she had become like a member of his family although fifteen years old, she had been built of such well-seasoned timber, and had been kept in such excellent repair, that she was better than most vessels of half her age, and he sighed as he now saw her at anchor with the French flag fluttering at her masthead. For a long time he gazed intently upon her without speakiug a word at length he turned sharply round, end in a quick determined voice, he said, "Dick, I'll never live to see the Polly disgraced. If you 11 stick by me, Dick, we'll retake her yet, or die!"

For some moments Dick Stone stared Paul carelessly in the face without a reply: he then tapped the bowl of his empty pipe upon the prison wall, and, carefully refilling it with tobacco, he once more lighted it, and puffed for about a minute in perfect silence he then spoke, after emitting a dense volume of smoke "If I'll stick to you, captain? Well, p'raps I never have? and p'raps Dick Stone's a coward? Well, you see, of course I'll stick to yer but there's other things to be thought of. What's your plan, captain? It's of no use doing anything without thinking well first now, if you'll tell me what you mean, I'll have a little smoke, just half a pipe, and I'll tell you my opinion." "My plans are not absolutely defined," said Paul, "but I think that by making friends with the jailer's daughter we may induce her to risk much in the endeavor to rescue her brother. We might prevail upon her to risk much in the eudeavor to rescue her brother. We might prevail upon her to assist in our escape she might even accompany us to England. Could we only free ourselves from these prison walls on a dark night, when the wind blows strong from the south, why should we not surprise the French"orew and carry off the Polly? Once at sea, there is nothing that could touch her!" Paul's eyes glistened as he spoke, and the muscles stood out from his brawny arm as he clenched his fist and added, "If I could only once lay hold of Dupuis' throat and save the Polly, I ask no greater fortune!"

Puff, puff, puff, came in rapid succession from Dick's pipe at these words at last, the long exhaustive suck arrived in its turn, and the usual cloud of smoke enveloped his head, which always exhilarated his brain. "Well. Captain, d'ye see," replied Dick, "I'll stick to you in anything, and there's no doubt that there's a chance of success if the pretty iittle Mounseer will only help us. But you see, from what I know of womankind* they're very, fond and very per­

lite for their brothers, but they won't run much risk for 'em. Now if they're in love, they're as good as bull dogs and so I think it's a pity as how you told her that you'd got a wife a looking out for you at home! If you'd have told her that you were a single man, and p'raps given her a kiss when you gave her the lucky guinea, we might have got a little love to help us, and then we'd have had a better chance, as she'd have gone off with us all of a heap." "Dick, you have no conscience," replied Paul "you surely would not deceive the girl in such a heartless manner? No!" continued Paul, "I have told her the truth, and if she can help us, I'll do my best to save her brother but, on the other hand, why should not you, Dick, make yourself agreeable to her? You're not a bad looking fellow why should not you do the love making?"

Dick made no reply, but thoughtfully puffed at his pipe then laying down his smoking counselor upon the window sill, he thrust his right li$nd into a deep breeches pocket, and extracted a black horn pocket comb, with which he began at once most carefully to arrange his hair.

Despite the loss of the Polly, and the misery of his situation, Paul burst out laughing as he witnessed Dick's cool determination to prepare for love making. "I don't know how these Mounseers begin," said the methodical Dick "they're a very purlite people, and so they mayn't like our customs. In England we "take 'em round the waist with both arms and give 'em a kiss but p'raps it's better not to begin all at once. I'll just ask her to sit on my knee at first, so as not to frighten her." "Better not, Dick," said Paul, laughing, "I'm afraid she wouldn't understand your modesty. Only make yourself agreeable, but don't, touch her, and let time do the rest."

Their conversation was interrupted by theturning of a creaking door lock, and the jailer and his daughter entered with a loaf of black bread and two jars of water and of milk, which they placed Jupon the table. Leontine had already strung the guinea upon a cord, which was now suspended from her neck.

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

STORIES OF LOYE.

"And your answer is no?" he said as he turned away with a sigh. "It is," said the maiden, as she permitted her silken lashes to caress her peachy cheek. "Surely you did not expect any other? "Well, I thought from your manner— "Oh, pshaw! That was merely in the way of flirtation." "Oh, indeed! Then I am glad that you answered no." "Why?" "Just think of the misery I should have brought upon myself if you had said yes and I had been obliged to marry you."—New York Press.

Mr. Philbrick—So you are in love, eh? Well, my advice is to get in touch with the old man.

Young Millifiower—Been there, my friend been there once or twice too often. The old man wears number thirteens.

Miss S.—Some one told me the other day that you had received seven proposals this winter.

Miss P. (complacently)—Yes, I have. Miss S.—Who is the man?—Life.

"Unreciprocated affection," remarked Winebiddle to the barkeeper. And the man of drinks straightway gave him a sour mash. He had not lived in Boston five years for nothing.—Judge.

A Machine for Hanging Men. Pall Mall Budget. An account is given of a fearful and novel machine, through which hanging can be effected by machin-ery-^which, it is added, has not yet failed in its awful purpose. The instrument is the only one in the world, and is in a stone building a short distance back of the cell rooms within the penitentiary wall at Canon City, Col. Entering the front room you notice a noose hanging from the ten foot ceiling. The rope runs tc the rear room over a set of pulleys, and is fastened to a pig of iron weighing 500 pounds.

The pig rests on a collapsing shelf, which is kept in place by a trip lever, on which hangs a receptacle holding fifty-six pounds of water. In the bottom of the vessel is a plug which is attached to a clamp. The chain passes down through the floor,around a pulley, and is hooked on to a rod which stands upright under a raised portion of the floor of the execution room. This surface is kept from touching the rod by means of spiral springs. On the wall of the room is a white disk, on which is a red mark, and a black hand points downward.

When the man condemned to die steps under the noose his weight forced the raised floor surface down the rod, which gives the chain a pull and the plug drops out of the water receptacle. This starts the flow of water and at the same instant the black on the disk on the wall travels ward. When it reaches the red mark the witnesses know that the water vessel is empty and the trip lever, fifty-six pounds lighter, is forced upward by a spring, the heavy weight drops, and the murderer hangs in the air.

All this is done silently not a creak or a snap is heard. This machine has never yet failed to break a man's neck.

EYERY WORD TRUE!"

So Says the "Writer of That .famous Letter.

He Reiterates His Statements, Produces Additional Proof and Clearly De- 4 lines His Position. '.

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New York Sun. It would be difficult to measure the interest and comment, not to sav excite- •-•jment, which the published letters of Dr. -few R. A. Gunn, which appeared in the papers yesterday, has occasioned. The prominence of the doctor and the unusual nature of the letter have both tended to add nterest to the subject and make It really ir

the talk of the town.

called upon Dr Gunn at his residence, ...t No. 124 West Forty-seventh street, yes- mfyts terday afternoon.

I

justify it."

"Ia

a

k-

found the reception

room crowded, and it was only after an & hour's waiting that

I

succeeded in ob? re­

taining an interview. Dr. Gunn is a distinguished looking man, and impressed me at once by his manly bearing and air of sincerity. 1 toolc the seat he courteously offered me, :«sl and said: "Are you aware, doctor, of the commo* 3f:'tion your letter has caused?"

Dr. Gunn smiled, and replied: "Things out of the ordinary usually cause comment, -sm -i It is not a common thing for physicians to endorse and cordially recommend modi- il cines other than those in the Materia Medica. History is full of instances of scien- 4 tists who have indorsed discoveries they believe to be valuable, and have been denounced for so doing, and yet these same discoveries are blessing the world to-day. 1 hope I have the manhood and courage -.-v to be true to my convictions, and that is why J. so openly and unhesitatingly in- dpi dorse Warner's Safe Cure as being the »fe| greatest of modern discoveries for the cure of diseases which have battled the highest skill of the medical profession."

I was impressed with the earnestness of the doctor, and saw that he meant every word that ho said. "How long have you known of this rem-

smI

edy, doctor?" 1 asked. "Nearly ten years," he replied. "My attention was originally called to the sfsff iSafo Cure by a serious case of Bright'3 s$T3||disease, which was considered hopftjess^ and yet, much to my surprise, under its use the patient recovered. I have tried it 4 in other cases since then constantly, and my original faith in its power has been confirmed. I have seen patients recover I from inflammation of the biadder, gravel and Blight's disease when all other treatment had failed, and I have found it es- especially efficient in all female troubles." "Can you specify any particular cases, doctor?" I asked. "That is a delicate thing

to do." the

doctor replied "but as I always

keeps

written record of my cases, I can accommodate you." Thereupon the doctor opened his desk and produced his record book. Turning over the leaves he said: "Here is a case of a gentleman

who was

a great sufferer from inflammation of the bladder of long standing. He had consulted

a

number of physician without

benefit. When first consulted I myself tried the usual methods

of

a

a

treatment, but

without success' and I finally advised him to try Warner's safe cure. He felt better from the start, and in

entirely cured," The doctor turned

a few weeks was

few pages

further

and then said: "Here is another case. It is that

of a

gentleman who had frequent attacks

of

renal calculi, which, as you know. Is gravel forming in the kidneys. He had never been able to prevent these formations, but after an unusually severe attack E recommended him to try the Safe Cure, which he did, although it is three years since he took the remedy, he has never had an attack since."

The doctor continued to turn the leaves af his book, and suddenly exclaimed: "Here Is a most remarable case. It is that of a lady who had suffered for some time from Blight's disease. She became nnciente, and about the fourth month suddenly became blind, had convulsions and (inally fell into a state of coma, caused by uremic or kidney poison. Several physicians who saw her said she could not live, and in this view I fully concurred. As she could still swallow, I said, as a last resort, that they might try Warner's Safe Cure. They did so, and to the surprise

of

every one she recovered. She has since jiven birth to a living child and is pjsrp fect.lv well. "Those are certainly

I

most wonderful

pases, doctor," I said, "and while I

do not

for a moment ouestion their authenticity I should consider it a great favor if

you

would give me their names. I think

importanhe of the subject

the

would fully

the interest of other sufferers

1 think

vou aro correct," Dr. Gunn finally

served. after a moment's thought.

ob­

"Both

the ladv and her husband are so rejoiced, so grateful, over her recovery that

thanked the doctor for

I know

she is only too glad to have others

hear of

it. The lady is Mrs. Eames, wife

of tho

well known costumer. She was not

restored, but is in perfect health

I

only

to-day."

his

courteous

reception, for the valuable information imparted, and I feel assured

that his gen­

erous and humane nature will prevent

from feeling other than glad

this interview published for

him

at seeing

the benefit

of suffering humanity. A Fortune out of Pies.

Globe Democrat.

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"The world abounds with millions of opportunities for sudden fortune making if one has the acuteness to perceive them," said Dave Henderson, the Chicago theatrical manager. "Now, the ordinary mortal would never imagine that vast wealth lurks in the humble American pie transplanted to the shores of effete Europe, and yet Jim Maitland, a Chicago newspaper friend of mine, has made a big fortune from the sale of American pies in England within the past ten years. When Maitland announced to me ten years ago his determination to throw up a $25-a-week job on the Chicago Tribune and introduce the American pie into England I thought he was crazy. Mark the deep-rooted prejudice ot the beef-eating Britishers against the Plebian American pie, and then you will realize the apparently stupendous task that the rash fortuneseeker undertook. But the pie has counquered the English, and Mait*

land is back in Chicago trying to buy the Tribune from Editor Medill.'*^

Hicks—"I may be a plebeian in

this world, but in the next I hope to be a pure-blood patrician." Mrs. Hicks—"I don't know why you shouldn't sulphur i* beneficial." ew

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