Greencastle Star Press, Greencastle, Putnam County, 12 October 1895 — Page 2

SPECIFIC For Scrofula. “Since childhood, I have been afflicted with scrofulous boils and Bores, which caused me terrible suffering. Physicians were unable to helpjno, and I only grew worse under their care. At length, I began to take AYER’S Sarsaparilla, and very soon grew better. After using half a dozen bottles I was completely cured, so that I have not had a Iwil or pimple on any part of my body for the last twelve years. I can cordially recommend Ayer’s Sarsaparilla as the very best blood-purifler in existence.” — G. T. Reinhart, Myersville, Texas. AYERS ■OH THE ONLY WORLD'S FAIR m ^Sarsaparilla Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral cures Coughs and Coldt

A IlUINEI) CAPITAL.

The Fall of Cahaba, Onoe Chief City of Alabama.

Before thr Dfiys of Railroad* It Wan the Center of Culture and keariiinjj— Now a Cotton Tluntatlon.

ROASTED COFFEE,

The best article in town, Also the fullest stock of

Cut Fri

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G. M. BLACK’S Lifeiy, Sale aail Feed Slat Frauklin St., near northeast corner public square Best Livery Rigs. Farmers’ Teams Fed. Horses Boarded. Call and see. tf2

WANTED, ClOTT-er Seed.. 10,000 bushels of clover seed. The highest market price will he paid. W. 1\ LEDBETTER & CO., 19tf Fillmore, Ind.

HAIL If A r TIME-TABLE' BIG- FOUR. EAST. •No. 38, Night Express 2:39 a m i “ 2, Ind’p’lis Accommodation 8:12 am f “ 4, Flyer 12:35 pm • “ 8, Mail 4:15 pm • “ 18, Knickerbacker 5:21pm WEST. •No. 35, Night Express 12:32 a m • “ 9, Mail 8.50 u in • “ 11, Southwestern Limited 12:38 pm 1 “ 6, Mattoon Accommodation 4:36 pm T “ 3, Terre Haute Accomodation... 7:30 pm •T'aiD’. tDni:y except Sunday. No. 3C, Nigut Express, hauls Inruugu curs for Cincinnati, New York and Boston. No. 2 connects with trains for Michigan divisions via Anderson and to Cincinnati. No. 1 connt*cl» for Cincinnati, Springfield, O., and Wabash, Ind. No. 18, Knickerbocker, hauls through sle pers for Washington, P. C., via C. & O., and through sleepers for New York via N. Y. C. R. K.; also dining car. New coaches illuminated with gas on all trains. F. P. HUE&TI8, Agt.

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No.20, Daily—l:35pra, tor Indianapolis. “ 8, Daily 3:^5 p m, “ 2, Daily 6:03 pm, “ 6, Daily 4-30 a m, “ 12, Daily 2.a5am, “ 16, Ex. Sun (' 17 p m. “ 4, Ex. Sun... t 'am. For complete Tim ^-d. and stations, and for :n.| it rates, through cars e,. t-. .s J H. 1)0IV 1.1 NO, Agent,

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It was Father Uyan, the southern poet, first who sakl: “A land without ruins is a land without memories." If such pc the truth, Alabama is not without memories. A visit to the plantation of Capt. ClifT Kirkpatrick, situated about twelve miles from Selma, in Dallas county, beside the rippling waters of the Alabama river, where the once city of Cahaba, for many years the capital of the state, and the scat of culture and learning, stood, will convince one of this fact. What was once the streets and boulevards of the gay city are now broad fields, where stately stalks of corn and spreading plants of cotton grow in luxuriance, nourished by the fertile soil upon which famous men in Alabama’s history half a century ago gathered to solve grave problems of state or to enjoy the unalloyed pleasures of antebellum times. before the days of railroads, says the Chattanooga Times. Cahaba, then the capital of Alabama, was in her glory, beautifully situated, with steamboats | plying up and down the Alabama river between Cahaba and Mobile, carrying down cargoes of cotton and produce and returning with merchandise, the ancient capital became the inland metropolis of her slate. The bulk of the cotton crop was shipped through it. The wealthy planters and slave owners made • their purchases there and its trade became large. It was likewise the hub of aristocracy and the seat of colleges and schools of a high order. When the legislature was in session the season of gayety set in. The palatial homes of the wealthy and historic families, many of whom owned lordly mansions in and around Cahaba, were thrown open and southern hospitality held uninterrupted sway. These homes were veritable palaces of luxuriance, for their owners lived in the lap of plenty 1 . The decline of Cahaba began before the war, when railroads missed it and were built to Selma and Montgomery. The days of river transportation were numbered, and Cahaba’s trade began to leave for the more favored cities, and with it went the population gradually. Then the capital was removed, and next the courthouse. The population continued to diminish. Then came the trials of war, the raid of Wilson's cavalry and the devastation that followed, by’ the end of the war Cahaba's glory had departed. It was a veritable deserted village. The more substantial of its buildings still stood, but its people had sought other climes. A visit to the ancient place—now a cotton plantation—a few days ago disclosed some curious sights. It demonstrated what wonderful changes time had wrought. Nearly one hundred old houses, relics of the past, still stand, and around them the cotton plants arc just now diseiosing their white blooms. These old structures, built of brick, will for years to come continue to mark the spot where the proud city once stood, for the owner of the plantation does not contemplate pulling them down. Some were stores, others were churches and seboolhouses, and others still lordly mansions. All are crumbling to ruins, and while a few are inhabited by negro families who labor on the farm, the majority are tenanted only by bats and owls. On a hill not far from the river stands what was once the eapitol building in whose walls the eloquence of William L. Yancy and other famous Alabamians of by-gone days resounded. The old building, a substantial three-story stone and brick structure, still stands, and is utilized now as a gristmill and steam ginnery. Across from it are two blocks of brick stores, time having made sad inroads into them. The once fashionable church of the town, which cost many thousands of dollars, is now used by a colored congregation. It was, when built, the costliest and handsomest house of worship in the state. The old Dallas academy, where Senator John T. Morgan attended school, is now only a towering mass of ruins. The place where the historic Craig family resided is planted in corn, and the broad expanse where Gen. r* W. Pettus’ costly houae stood is now used ns a pasture. The ruins of the famous old Pcrrinc mansion, which cost sixty- thousand dollars, were torn away last year and the brick used for other purposes. A solitary magnolia tree marks the spot where it st<x>d. At one time Cahaba was a city of many thousand people. Lots sold for as high as fifteen thousand to twenty thousand dollars. Now the entire site, with land adjoining, embracing nine hundred acres, is owned by one man. Capt. Cliff Kirkpatrick, who came out of the war penniless, hut by pluck and perseverance has built up his lost fortune until now he possesses one of the finest plantations in the south.’ lie resides with his charming family in one of the twcnty-thousand-dollar antebellum mansions, which has been refitted. It is hospitality’s own abode. The property which Capt. Kirkpatrick now owns could not have been bought fifty years ago for ten million dollars. Some thirty artesian wells, which quenched the thirst of our ancestors, still flow freely, but only the wandering herds and the thirsty farm laborer imbibe their sparkling waters. If the story of Cahaba's rise and fall could have been nicturcd by Father Ryan he would have immortalized the dead city. ISlnl of Ilrllllant Pliunsge. There are few birds whose plumage is so variable as the ptarmigan. Three i times in the year its plumage changes; j it has separate coats for spring, au- ' tv:inn and winter. At the beginning qf November it puts on the last cuotumo j of the season. Its spring brown and | summer gray serve well to hide it 1 among the seamy herbage of its j haunts from the keen eye of the soaring falcon.

GLACSTOMES GREAT POWER.

UN UNEVEN RACE.

A NEW JERSEY POKER STORY.

No Other Man of the 4 enturj Hat Wleliled rh Wide an Iniluenee. Happy the man who can sit on the fence and wait! Happy the politician who is old enough tohavegom through all the turmoil of electioneering and is not too old to find enjoyment as a looker-on! Happy the man smoking! the pipe of peace and listening to the | echoes of the fight anil turning them toj the music of his own reminiscences! Mr. Gladstone, says the Newcastle Chroniqje, finds it hard to sit still. He hears the trumpet call and the roll of the dram and would gladly be in the contest once more, but the joints are still and the eyes are mim. He doss not hear so well as he did and he must be content with the reports of the ( fighting and a passing remark of commendation or dissent. There Is something peculiarly pathetic In the situation of Mr. Gladstone, still moved by the desire to fight but without the power of physical 1m-! pulse. It might have been better for the world had he confined his vast intellect to moral philosophy or to, abstruse theology, or had been a priest or even a soldier, than to have put his i heart and soul into politics. A soldier, I would he not have smitten the enemy hip and thigh? A priest, who could 1 have stood against his aggressive, theology? A philosopher, what subtle ! theories he would have launched J against the schools? Now that he Isi old and still bra*re as a Hon, we can 1 only rejoice that he lias done less harm J as a political dictator than might have been permitted to him had time re-' newed his lease of active life. No man of our day has exercised such a fascination upon his followers. His personality was sufficient to impress the Scotch into acquiescence with his least practical schemes. The spell of his name and his remarkable individuality withdrawn, Scotland gradually assumes her normal characteristics. It was the same in England as in Scotland. Mr. Gladstone, not his policy, was the mainspring of his party success; and his opponents may be forgiven for believing the desire to have the sam# influence over the Irish brought about his strange and sudden conversion to home rule. Anyhow, he is a remarkable man, a statesman whom all parties are willing to honor, a figure and a personality that will always fill a deeply interesting chapter of British history, and a scholar who will hold a high place in the esteem and respect of the learned all the world over. While the new lights of statecraft are Hashing upon the horizon of a general election fraught with tremendous issues to the country, his lantern burns dimly, his sun is setting, and if “England to herself prove true,” the popular statesman will have reason to exercise the patience that belongs to age and to philosophy when the last echoes of the present contest reach Hawarden.

Why

The Desperate Run of a California Bronoo.

Brave

Keep* AhPn'l of »\ Thorouichtired Uacr.horoc Until Hr* Fu!’» from Exhaustion — A Thrilling Narrative.

WHEN MEN ARE HELPLESS.

It Is oa a Shopping Expedition or When 1’lloted Into a Tea-Kootn. “Of course," said the social philosopher, according to the Philadelphia Times getting interested in her subject, “you understand about the shopping question. You must never, under any circumstances, take a man into a dry goods store with you, for the first thing he’ll say will be an emphatic ‘There’s not another man in this whole place except the clerks,’ or a soft, meek little T feel like a fish out of water.’ There is something about the heaps of dross materials and the hanging rows of gloves and hosiery that makes a man appear ridiculously funny to the feminine eye, and you don’t dare laugh, because if you do he will be highly indignant, and will bo very likely to march off in a towering rage. “And never, never, under any circumstances, take him into a downtown tearoom. The short trip in the elevator, along with a dozen hurrying women and six dozen bundles, is enough to make him say swear words under his breath, and if he happens to be big and broad-shouldered, he seems as out of place as a washtub in a drawing-room. Unless he is especially good-natured,he will tag along behind you like a criminal shunning the deteotives.and when he strolls toward the table he looks around in the vain hope of finding a fallowmortal in the satfie miserable distress. If he locates any such shipwrecked male being, his face brightens perceptih'yp ’ f ho sol- only a wriggling maso of bonnets, he is crosser than ever. lie rebels at the idea of eating off a little dessert plate and sneers silently at the silly little sugar bowl. But he can’t help it, for he probably feels as unconfortable as a girl would were she in a barber shop or a men’s clothing store."

Npwh Indrctl.

A geography published in 1812 contains the following startling description of that section of our country which Charles Dudley Warner has baptized “Our Italy:" “California is a wild and almost unknown land, covered throughout the year by dense fogs, damp as they arc unhealthful. On the northern shores live anthropophagi, and in the interior are active volcanoes and vast plains of shifting snow, which sometimes shoot up columns to inconceivable heights.” The book adds that some of these statements would scorn Incredible were they not so well authenticated by trustworthy travelers! Not So Much After AIL A Frenchman was boasting that he had thoroughly mastered the English language, when he was asked to write from dictation the following choice specimen of our choice eccentric vernacular: “As Hugh Hughes was hewing a yule log from a yew tree a man dressed in garments of •’•irk bee came ■ up to Hugh and said: ‘Have you seen j my ewes?’ To which he replied: ‘If you will wn't until I hew this yew I

An exciting story is told by Cromwell Galpin, in St. Nicholas, of a race between a bronco and a big thoroughbred horse. The ft rmer was ridden by a mere boy, a Calh >ruian, who had to file a certain paper in court before noon in order to retain possession of a farm. The writer says: There was still wanting the one thing that stirs a racer to his utmost endeavor. Felipe- had almost forgotten the horse behind him. Two-eyes had not. He hod been on the alert, horse fashion, with one ear now and again turned, and increased his speed as the thoroughbred drew near. Felipe turned his head with a sick feeling that in a minute more he would not be obliged to iurn his head to see. One sidelong glance showed him a bay horse with his head in the air, his dainty ears upright and his frothing mouth wide open. The rider stood in his stirrups, leaning over his horse’s neck with the reins wound around his hands. White foam had gathered at the saddle girth, and sweat dropped from the horse's body as he ran. Felipe shut his teeth, and turned his face toward Los Angeles. He did not need to look long nor to know very much about horses to see that this one was a true race horse, and the man a steady and a skillful rider. And Two-eyes? Two-eyes heard the quick hoof-beats, and the “huh-huh, huh-huh” of a horse at speed, and felt hot breath on his flanks as the thoroughbred drew alongside. Not the unmusical cry of Tomas, not the fierce shriek of the savage who in the old days rode him—neither beating with knotted rope, nor cruel stroke of sharpest spur—could have gained from the bronco horse the response he gave to the challenge of the thoroughbred. The big head came down closer to the ground, the hairy ears were laid back till the mane Concealed them, and the deep lungs labored as, through blazing nostrils, the horse sucked in the strong salt breeze. So far the race had been run over level ground; but as the riders approached the city, the country became hilly and the road rougher. It was not for nothing that Two-eyes had spent five wild years in the Sierra Madres, where the gray wolf and the mountain lion are always swift and always hungry; nor was it without advantage that Felipe’s tomboy sister, Ignaeia, had raced the pinto horse over this road till it was as familiar to him as the stableyard at home. To the bronco horse, used to the mountains from eolthood, the hilly road appeared to be rather a relief. lie galloped laboriously up the little hills and rushed down tlie opposite sides with a speed that took away his rider's breath; he jumped from hillock to hollow, and across the little gulches; lie dodged the spots where reedlike grass showed that the ground was wet and soft; and whether running or trotting or progressing by irregular jumps, he went on his way with scarcely lessened speed. The thoroughbred had never been allowed to run except on a smooth atd level track. He refused to leap the first gully which crossed the road though it was scarcely a foot wide. When Harry made him face't again, v, e jumped ten feet farther than was uec essary, and stopped stock-still upon the opposite side. Then he bolted sidewise, and ran in the wrong direction; and Harry felt as if his arms were being pulled oil as he forced his horse to return to the road. As -for Two-eyes, he did what he could. He was old, as horses' years are counted. He had run many races for Apache masters who jerked his head from side to side, and threw him out of his stride, in their ignorant and fero' eious efforts to make him go faster. In all his life there had been but one year in which his feed was regular and good; of all the masters he had ever known this was the only one who had called upon him for speed, riding with steady hand and watchful eye and inspiring voice, sparing him needless pain. It is bronco nature to respond heartily to these things nnd Two-eyes tried desperately to keep away from the clattering hoofs behind him. His breath came in gasps; his mouth was dry. and his sight was dim; his trembling legs grew weak as side by side the horses raced down the street leading to the courthouse, now hardly a mile away. As in a nightmare, Felipe saw the thoroughbred forge ahead, the bony head outstretched and down to the level of the withers, the dainty ears laid fiat, the crimson nostrils widely spread, and tiie eyes glaring with fierce eagerness. The bronco ran on, but unsteadily. Felipe drew his legs out from under the rope, and as lie did so the bronco’s feet sank in the soft earth where a little stream crossed the- street. The horse’s courage was greater than his strength. He plunged forward half a dozen stumbling strides, and fell just at the edge of the little stream Felipe slid over his horse’s head into a patch of tules, and lay, half stunned but not hurt, while the thoroughbred horse passed out of sight and hearing, and the dust his flying feet had raised settled down upon the quiet street.

Four I’biyrr* Dlvtdeil the Stakes

Equally Among Themselves.

A straight flush in the great American game of draw poker is such a rarity that the person holding it is regarded as one of the most fortunate and blessed of mortals, says the Summit (N. J.) Record. Devotees of that game will peruse the following story with incredulity, but its absolute authenticity can be verified by at least ten thoroughly reliable witnesses: A party of four players entered a pla*e not a thousand miles from Summit one night and prepared to enjoy a few hours of recreation at their favorite game. Another game in progress at the time was full, so the four players were obliged

to start at an adjoining table.

The "jack pot” came around, each of the four players filled in and the game proceeded. The cards, regulation pack, fifty-two cards, were cut by the player to the right of the dealer and dealt out in the regular manner. The first player to the left of the dealer opened the “jack pot” and each succeeding player in turn raised. The limit was ten cents and the players are usually light bettors, so that the raising and lively chipping in before the draw created considerable surprise. When the dealer prepared to serve the cards for the draw each of the players stood "pat’’

and the betting again started.

When eaeli of the players had chipped in ten dollars it was decided to stop the betting, as that amount had never before been wagered on a game in the place and none of the players could af ford to risk a greater amount. When the hands were shown some of the players almost succumbed to heart disease, for there lay four straight flushes, one of each suit and all running from four to eight. The pot was divided and the cards were carefully put away In a ease to be preserved as a reminder of the greatest poker hands ever held in this section and probably in the United

States.

BICYCLES INSTEAD OF WATCHES

Hoy* of To-Day Want Wheels Instead of Timepieces. Bicycles and watches are not much alike, and it is difficult to see how the sale of one can affect the sale of the other. It is a fact, nevertheless, that since the bicycle fever took hold in its present intense form the sale of highgrade watches has greatly reduced. Parents who buy bicycles for their children do not buy watches unless, perhaps, they get cheap ones, so the young ones may know when it t is time to come home to dinner. “The decrease in the sale of watches has been very noticeable,” said a Chicago jeweler the other day, “and I trace it to no other cause than the bicycle. For instance, when a boy became fifteen or sixteen years old in former days it was the custom for his parents to present him with a watch— generally a costly affair—which usually lasted him the better part of his life. But it is different now. The boy clamors for a bicycle, and he generally gets it, although it does not last as long and usually costs more than a watch. This same trait I have noticed in people of older years. When they get enough money on hand to buy a watch the bicycle fever strikes them, and then they go out and invest in a wheel.”

TAKE STEPS in time, if you are a sufferer from that scourge of humanity known as consumption, and you can be cured. There is the evidence of hundreds of living witnesses to the fact that, in all its early stages, consumption is a curable disease. Not every case, but a large percentage of cases, and we believe, fully per cent, are cured by Dr. Tierce's Golden " Medical Discovery, even after the disease has progressed so far as to induce repeated bleedings from the lungs, severe lingering cough with copious expectoration (including tubercular matter), great loss of flesh and extreme emaciation and weakness. Do you doubt that hundreds of such cases reported to u.s as cured by "Golden Medical Discovery ’’ were genuine cases ol that dread and fatal disease ? You need not take our word for it. They have, in nearly every instance, been so pronounced by the best and most experienced home physicians, who have no interest whatever in misrepresenting them, and who were often strongly prejudiced and advised against a trial of “Golden Medical Discovery,” but who have been forced to confess that it surnasses. in curative power over this fatal malady, all other medicines with which they are acquainted. Nasty eodliver oil and its filthy “emulsions” and mixtures, had been tried in nearly all these cases and had either utterly failed to benefit or had only seemed to benefit a little for a short time. Extract of rialt, whiskey, and various preparations of the liypophosphites had also been faithfully tried in vain. , The photogranhs of a large number oi those cured of’ consumption, bronchitis, lingering coughs, asthma, chronic nasal catarrh and kindred maladies, have been skillfully reproduced in a book of 160 pages which will be mailed to you, on receipt of address and six cents in stamps. You can then write to those who have been cured and profit by their experience. Address for Took. World’s Dispensary Medical Association, Buffalo, N. V. WilJ dogs begin to be a nuisance in some parts of Kansas. He used to say. “Will you be mine?” No more the style endures. Of woman “new,” but still divine, He asks, “Can I be yours?” Worthy Your Confidence. The success of Hood's Sarsaparilla in conquering scrofula in whatever way it may manifest itself is vouched for thousands who were severely afflicted by this prevalent diseas", but who now rejoice over a permanent cure by Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Scrofula may appear as a humor, or it may attack the glands of the neck, or break out in dreadful runniug sores on the body or limbs. Attacking the mucous membrane, it may develop into catarrah or lodging in the lungs lead to consumption. Come as it may, a faithful course of treatment with Hood's Sarsaparilla will overcome it, for working upon the foundation of all disease, impure blood, the system ia clarified and vitalized, and vigor, trength and health restored to the body. Itasca is an Indian word meaning the source of the river. Prophet Wiggins declares that the great lakes are drying up. Twenty thousand bad sovereigns are said to be in circulation.

A FRUITLESS CHASE,

The

Gallant

t'seless Self-baerillce

Italian,

An American lady, promenading in Florence, suddenly missed her purse. The suspicious movements of a man in front made her boldly demand the stolen property, and the man actually handed over her purse. Indignant ut such daylight robbery, the lady stopped an elegantly dressed man, and, in excited tones, began to pourout hergrievaace. Merely waiting to hear: “That man stole my purse!” the gallant Italian rushed after the thief, who promptly took to his heels. But the thief was the more nimble of the two, and finally dodged his pursuer. Redfaced, perspiring and out of breath, the gentleman turned back to meet the lady with profound apologies. "Madam, I am very sorry. I did my best, but your purse is gone.” “Oh, no," she replied, sweetly. “I have my purse. I

got it back from the man.' 1 purse back?" he repeated.

“Got your ‘What diil

I

Singular Caao of llllnilnc«B,

Mrs. Jonathan Rowe, of South Atkinsou, Me., who has been totally blind for twenty years, experienced an odd partial r»e:>—•- of h -r sight.. fcv. ago. She suddenly became abie to sea

you want, then?” “Want? Why,

want justice,” said the lady, calmly. It was too much even for proverbial Italian uibaaitj, ami, almost choking with vexation, he gasped: “Justice! To think that I should have run myself

into a perspiration for justice!” WHERE SOUGRETTES START.

Mauy of Them First Ilegln to Dunce While

riuylm; In the Strict.

In this age of burlesques and ballet jp'ris, when fcr?c comedies arc plentifully supplied with high kickers and dancers, and when even the chorus girls are expected to trip the light fantastic toe, one often wonders where all the dancing girls come from. The natural inference is that they secure their first knowledge of the graceful art in the dancing schools, after which they are prepared for the stage by persons who make a business of that sort of thing. But many a dancing girl will tell you that her first school was the sidewalk, and her first inspiration the strains of a perambulating street piano, presided over by an Ituiian grinder, indeed, it j is no uncommon sight to see a crowd of interested spectators gathered about one of these street musicians, the attraction being not in the music, but in the gmeeful movements of the little girls. Some of these children execute some very pretty steps, and occasionally their performances are as clever as some seen upon the stage.

A JjABY i CONTRADICTS THE DOCTORS. AH Arc Happy, Glad, and Well. [SPECIAL TO OUB LADY BEAIIFXH ] The theories of physicians in regard to female complaints suffer a " Waterloo ” very frequently, when sensillle and thinking women take matters into their own bands. “

I will go with you to look for your ewes.’ ” After an attempt the Frenchman admitted his nystake. He used to imagine he was used to English speaking, but he would he more careful how 1 he used the language in future.

Gall* a« Weather Prophets*

It lb u wiut'bp.’etiu bciiei, both in Scotland and Ulster, that the line: “Sea

quite distinctly one afternoon about j gull, sea gull, sit on the stand, it’s | two o’clock, but her viaion was totally never good weather while von’re on I obscured again in two hours. Since land," iiilndcs to the well-known fact ’ then she has been able to see every day that when the bird flies out early and between about two and four o’clock in far to seaward, or remains on the sand, the afternoon, but during the rest ol fair weather may be looked for, while the twenty-four hours is as blind as, if it takes a contrary course storms formerly. ■ most frequently follow.

7 Women are sometimes compelled to act for themselves, because of the suffering forced upon them .by incompetent doctors, who are baffled by very simple complaints, because they are not the right sex to comprehend them. Lydia E. Pinkham, when she gave to the world her Vegetable Compound, lifted women from the darkness into light. She placed within their reach a guaranty, not only of health, but of delicacy and seit-respect. The following letter is a little story where a “dear little boy” was the “ Waterloo.” “ I have taken three bottles of your Vegetable Compound, one package of Sanative Wash, one box of Liver Pills; and now I have a dear little babe t four weeks old, and I am well. I I have to thank you for this. “ I have spent $200.00 for doctoiV bills without a cure. For my cure 1 only spent $5.00. ; “I was once ; a victim of fe- , male Doubles in their Worst form, lliavesuffered untold ago- - riles every month; had to stay in bed, and have poultices applied and r. could imt sUmi tU pain My physician tpld me if I became pregnant I would die. I had bladder tron'>1 P ( itching, IvUi kavlu:, catarrh of tac stomach, hysteria, anil heart trouble, fainting spells and leucorrhoea. Can yofl wonder that I sing the praises of a medicine that lias cured me of all these ills?” Mns. Geo. C. Kirciuteb. 351 Suedikcr Ave., Brooklyn, N.Y. *. -/