Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 38, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 January 1906 — Page 2

The Doctor’s Wife

, CHAPTER XXV.—(Continued.) But Isabel only looked at huh with Wwildern;entand distress in he I face.— “Reports about me!” she repeated. ** Whs t • reports ?" “There has'been a person, a stranger, •taxing at a little inn down in Nessborough Hollow; and yon—in fact, I realty haT* no right to interfere To'itiTa matter, but my great respect for your husband - ■and, in short-- —• ——f- • £ 4---“Oh. that persopris gone not* - ,” Isabel answered'irankly....3 “It su very .aukind. of people to say anything against him, or against me. lie, wa.s a relation, a very near relation, and I could not do otherwise than see him 'no.W and then while he Was there: T went late in the •rening, because I did not wish to leave my hnsband at .any other time, I did not think that the Graybridgc people watched nfce so closely, or were so read y to think that What 1 do must be wrong." Mr. Pa wikatt patted her hand, soothingly. “A relation, my dear Mrs. Gilbert,” -fc* exclaimed. "That, of course, quite alters the case. I always said that you wore no doubt perfectly justified in doing os you did; though it would have been better to invite the person here. Country people will talk,-you know.” In less than ten minutes Mrs. Jeffson came hack, looking very pale, and with tracts of tears .upon tier face. The good woman had been listening to the medical consultation in the little parlor below. Perhaps ‘lsabel dimly comprehended this, for she got up fronr her elmir, and went a little way toward her husband’s housekeeper. “Oh, tell me tli? truth,” she whispered imploringly; "do you think that he will die?” —-w •- Yes,” MatiTdq Jeffson answered’, in a hard, cruel voice, strangely at variance with her* stilted sobs, "yes. Mrs, Gilbert; and you'll be free to take yoi pleasure and to meet Mr. Lansdell as often as you like; and go gadding about after dark with strange men. You might have waited a bit, Mrs. Gilbert; you wouldn't have had to wait very long—for they say my poor- dear master —and I had him in my arms the day he wap born, so I’ve need to love him deaTly. even if others haven’t—l heard the doctor from Wareliam tell Mr. Pawlkatt that he'll/ never live to see to-morrow morning's light. So you might have waited, Mrs, Gilbert: but you’re a wickvd- woman-and n~ wicked witeT Hut just nt this moment the sick man started suddenly from his sleep and lifted h impelfJnto a-sitting position. Mrs, Jeff son's arm was about him directly, supporting the Wasted figure that had Tory lately been «t strong. last words, for he repeated them in a thick. strange voice, but with sufficient distinctness. It, was a surprise Jo those who nursed him to hear him speak reasonably. for it was some time since he had been of passing events. “Wicked! no, no!” he said. “Always a good wife; always a very good wife! Come. Izzie; come here. I am afraid it has been a dull life, my dear.” he said, very gently, as she came to him. clinging to him. and looking at him with a white, scared face*, "dull—very dull; but it wouldn’t have been always so. I thought —by and by. to—new practice—Helmwell —market town —fifteen thousand inhabitants—and you—drove—potty carriage like Laura Pawlkatt—but—the Lord’s will be done, my dear;—l hope I have done mV duty—tlu? poor people—better rooms —ventilation —please God. by and by. I have seen a great deal of suffering—and—my duty—l am ” He 'slid heavily back, and a rain of tears —passionate, re.morseful tears, never to be felt by him—fell on bis pallid fare. Ilis death was very sudden, though his illness had been, considering the nature of his disease, a long and tedious one. He died supremely peaceful in the consciousness of having done his duty. He died, with hand clasped in his own; and never, throughout his simple life, had one pang of doubt or jealousy kertured his breast.

CHAPTER XXVI. A solemn calm came down upon the house at Graybtidge, and for the first £me Isabel Gilbert felt the presence of death about and arotiml her. shutting out all the living world by its freezing influence. The great iceberg had come down upon the poor frail bark. It almost seemed to Isabel as if she and all in that quiet habitation had been eneornpissel by a frozen wall through which the bring could not i*ouetrate. u ged her to go upstairs to the room opposite that iti which the surgeon lay, it was quite as vainly that the good woman entreated tier to go and look at him, now that he was lying so peacefully in the newly arranged chamber, to lay her hand on Jjis marble forehead.' wi that no khadow of him.should trouble bw in her sleep. The girl only shook her head forlornly. So in that familiar room, whose every scrap of shabby-ftmtittire had been a part of the monotony sis her life, Isabel Gilbert spent the' first night <<f her widowhood, lying on the little sofa, nervously conscious of every sound in the house; feverishly wakeful until long Hfter the’ morning sun was shitting through the • yellow white blind, when she fell iujt • an Uneasy dose, in which.«he dreniitHl that her husband was alisg «ud will., She did not arouse herself out of this, and yet stie was never thoroughly asleep throughout the June, until after 111 •‘dock; and then she fouud Mrs. Jeffm aitting near the 11U# table, on which the inevitable Cup of ten was siuoKtug a plate of the clumsy kind of broad and butter inseparably identified with George Gilbert in Isabel’s mind.* - "There's somebody wants to see you. If m*rt well enough to be spoken to, o/dtir," Matilda said, vpry gently; for •bo wta inclined to think that, perhaps, after ail. Groybridge had judged this fcrtp)e*-s achool girl creature rather barshtjr. *Take the tea. trig dear; I made it Him •(> purpose for you; and try and Am op a bit. poor lassie: you'fe young to «wr your widow's weeds, but he was

BY MISS M. E. BRADDON

fit to go. If all of us hall worked as hard for the good of other folks, we did.” t 0 d>6 - >B ** ~ l>t ‘ “You’re very kind to me,” Isabel said; “you used to think that I. was Wicked, I know, and then, you seemed very un-, kind- ~ But 1 nlwayawished to he good, I should like ..Jo have been good, and to die young, like George’s mother.” “Mr. Raymond. from GtHtveafford’.'ls here. It’s early for him to be so far as Graybridgc; but fin looks Jts. palc' and wqrn-like ns if he’d been up'and about all night, lit?, was* nil struek q£ : a beapliko when I told him about our poor master.” “I’ll go to him. Mrs. Jeffson,” she said, rising slowly. “He was always very good to me. But. oh, how the sight of him will bring hack the time at-Geflveotferd, when George Used to come and sec me on Sunday afternoons, and we used to walk together in the'cold, ’hare-meadows!” Mr? Raymond was jvaiting in the best parlor—that sacred chamber which had been so rarely used during the p’arish surgeon's brief wedded life—-that primly arranged little sitting room, which always had a faint odor, of old-fasjiioned potpourri; the room which Isabel bad yearned toebea-nHfw into a bower of chintz and muslin. The blind was down ami the shutters Tin If closed; and in the dim light Charles Raymond looked very pale. “My dear Mrs. Gilbert,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to a seat; “my poor child —so little more than a child—it seems cruel to come to you at. such a time; but life is very hard some-' times——” “It was very kind of you to come.” Isabel exclaimed, mferrnpting—him-; “I - wanted to see you or. some one like you; for everything seems so dreadful to me. I never thought that he would die.” i She began to cry. in a weary, helpless way. not like a person moved by some bitter grief; rather like a child that finds itself in a strange place, and is frightened. , “My poor child, my poor child!” Charles Raymond still held Isabel’s passive hand, and she felt tears dropping on it; the tears of a man, of all others the last to give way to any sentimental weakness. “I should be the Inst to mention Roland Ra'ns'dell's name in,your hearing.” .Mr.,,, Raymond answered presently, when .she had grown a little quieter, “if the events of the last day or two lvad not broken down all barriers* The time is very near at hand;. Isabel, when no name ever spoken upon this earth will be an emptier sound than the name of Roiatid Lansdell.” She lifted her tear-stained face lud-' denly and looked at him. All the clouds, floated away* arid a dreadful tight Heated in upon her. She looked at him. trembling from -head to foot, with her hands clasped convulsively about His arm. "You came here to tell me something!" she gasped; “something has happened to him! Ah, if it-has, life is all sorrow!” - - - “He is dying, Isabel.” i; “Dying!” Her lips shaped the words, and her fixed eyes stared at Charles Raymond’s face with an awful look. “He is dying. It would he foolisli to deceive you with any false hope, when in four and twenty hours' time all will be finished. He went out —riding—the other night, and fell from his horse, as it la supposed. He was found by some haymakers early the next morning l.v-• ing helpless some miles front the Priory, and was carried home. The thedieal men give no hope of his recovery; but lie has Keen sensible at .intervals ever since. 1 have been a gresit deal with hiin-»eonstantly with hint; and li is Cousin Gwendoline is there. He wants to see you. Isabel; of course lie knows nothing of your husband's death: 1 did not know of it myself till I came here’ this morning. He wants to see you, my poor child* Ih> you think 'you can come V”

She arose and bent her head slowly, ns if in assent, but the fixed look of horror never left her face. Site moved toward the door, and -eenicd as if she wanted to go at ‘once —dressed as she was, with the old faded s unvl wrapped about her.' . , "You’d better get your housekeeper, to make you comfortable and tidy while 1 go and engage a fly,” said Mr. K*ymotid; and then looking her full iu the face, he added: "Can you promise me to be very calm and quiet when you see him? You had better not miue unless you eau promise" mo as much ns that, llis hours are numbered, as it is; bu; any violent emotion would he iuiinetfthjely fatal. A man's last hours arc very precious to him. remember: the hours of a man who know* ills cud is near make a sacred mystical perksl in which the world drops Utr' away from him. and In* is iu a kind of middle region between this life ami the next. 1 want you to tp*o)leot tins, is.ibd. The man you arc going to see is ip>t the man you .have known in the paet.' There would be Very little hope for us after death if we found no hallowing influence iu it« approach." * 1 will recollect,” Isabel answered, She had shed no tears siuee she had been told of Roland's'danger. I‘er’naps this new am! terrible shock -had nerved her with an unnatural strength. And .'•mid all the anguish comprehended in the thought of his death, it- senr.-ely seemed strange to her that Roland l.ans•lell should be There wa* the sunt* Solemn hush at Mnrdred Priory that there had been iq the surgeon’s house at Grayhridge, -only there seemed A diCME solemnity liete am'.d a'l the darkenCit'JslWmlor of the spacious rooms, stretching far away, one beyond nuoilier. like the chambers of a palfirft, ns Issiicl saw the long vista not a* slid iuid.seen it once, when he came lo tU« ball to hid her but with the lia unting. dream-like oppression strong upon her. Sin saw little* glimmering patches of gilding and colof Here and there In The cool gloom of the shaded rooms, and long bars of light shining

through the Venetian shutters upon the polished oaken floork. One of the medical men—-there were three or four of - them in the house—ea mo—ouf-Jof the library arid k fifth e In a whisper so Mr. Raymond. The result of the whispering seemed tolerably favorable, for the doctor JrefrfHiatrk to his companions in the, Mr*; Raymond Jed Isabel up the broad staircase, the beautiful staircase which seemed to belong to a chufeh or a cathedral rather than to any cotnnion ltakifation'. -; •' ’ r They met a ~nurse in the corridor, a prim,., pieasaut-looking woman, wSOIF asvered Mr. Raymond's questions in a cheerful, business-like manner, as -Roland Larts4eH -or-so more or-less-'in the world were a matter of very small cohsequenee. And then a niistT came before Isabel’s eyes, and she lost consciousness of the ground on which she odor of hartshorn and aromatic medi!:ciues. fe.lt.a- soft, hand sponging, her fbrch.eud wi,xlr ftTiU-ilc co!ngnc, and a - : woman's muslin garments-fluttering near her. And then she njised her eyelids with a painful souse «?£,their weight, and a voice very close to‘her said? “It was very kind of you to come. I am afraid the heat, ol thc room makes yon faint. If you could contrive to let in a little more air. Raymond. It was very good of you to conic.” : • . . Oh, he was not dying! Her heart seemed to leap out of a dreadful frozen region into an atmosphere of warmth and light, lie was not dying! Death was not like this. “Oh, I am so glad to hear you speak!” she said; “it makes me so happy—to See you like this. They told me that yen were very, very ill; they told me that ” . “They; told you the trutlp” Roland answered, gravely. “Ob', dear Mrs. Gilbert, you must try and forget what I have been, or you will never be able to understand wliat I a in. And I was SO tired of life, and thought I had so little interest in the universe; and yet I feel so utterly changed a creature now that all earthly hope has really slipped away from rue. I sent for you. Isabel, because in this last interview I want to acknowledge all the wrong I have done you; I want to ask your forgiveness for itbat "Wrong.” —— - “Forgiveness—from mo? Oh, no, no.” The same kind hands which had bathed Mrs. Gilbert’s forehead had lifted her from her kneeling attitude now; and looking up, Isabel saw Gwendoline bending over her. very pale, very grave, but with a sweet, compassionate sinilo upon her face. "I never thought I could come to this, Gwendoline,” said Roland. “What pre-sumptuous-stuff I have talked about the limits of possibility, the transformation! of matter! and how utterly powerless I was., to comprehend such a change a! that which has conic to me during the past few hours! I have sneered at good men's records of deathbed repentances, JtTid all rtnrt simple; —pious —prosiness Which Christian men and women talk when they are dying; and yet—-and yet Gwendoline, the change lias come, and I think 1 see a little way further than of old* Something—oh, so vague and shadowy that no words of mine can tell ■of-k—something opens- all at once besom my eyes. You have been out riding on 9stormy Jay, haven't you? and have seen the dull, low sky closing in all the earth, dense and impenetrable, until suddenly there has been just a little cleft in Jiie darkness, and yon have seen through to the higher heavens beyond—oh, so far above that low brooding sky,.-which seemed just before the uttermost boundary of the universe! I have been unlow sky a long time, my dear; but I think there is a cleft in the darkness now,, and I can see just a glimpse of the splendor. I do not feel as if I were dying. I do not believe this change which is so near to me is the kind of death I once believed in. It is not the end, Gwendoline. The -light that has come to nie is strong enough to show me as much as that. It is not the end.” Once, when lie woke from a brief doze, ami found his cousin watching, but the nurse asleep, he began to talk of Isabel Gilbert. “I want you to know all about lier,” lie said. “I should like you to know the truth. It is very foolish. the little history—wicked, perhaps; but those provincial gossips may have garbled and disfigured the story; I will tell you the truth, Gwendoline; for I want you to be a friend to Isabel GDbert when 1 am dead and gone.” And then he told the history of all those meetings under Thurston's oak; dwelling tenderly on Isabel's ignorant simplicity, blaming himself for all that was dishonorable iu that sentimental flirtation. -•« (To be continued. 1

Getting Exen.

"Who was that plutocratic gentleman you Just bowed to, Squiggins?” •'That's the plumbW who does all tin* work in my house during the winter months.” "Rut you seem to have quite kindly findings toward him,' which plumbers are. J>urdly used to after the presentation of their hills. Ihit perhaps he has let you down easy?” "Not at all. He soaked t me and his other customers so hard that fie has heed able to buy an automotive out of his profits. Rut. I tell you, 1 was. mighty glad to see him just now, for It savored of revenge.” "11l whnt way?” "That plumber was just coming out of an automobile repair shop. I'll bet lie's got a taste of his own medicine there and it will bankrupt him just to keep the wheels of his ’devil wagon’ running right. If this isn’t poetic Jus-' tice. what is?" —New York Herald.

A Feline Slap.

Miss Chettnr—Mr. Huggnnl called upon you last evening, didn't be? .Miss Shapp—Yes. Miss I’hellus —He has called upon me several times. Miss Snnpp—Yes.‘so lie fold me last evening, and I Immediately Informed him that he wouldn't find me anxiou* to lx* hflgged and kissed, too., —Philadelphia Press. Succeeded. ”My wife married me to spite somebody.” * * “Who was It?”"Mu, l think.”—Cleveland Leader.

FARM AND GARDEN

Y Regularity in feeding and work makes loug-llved horses. Irregular feeding makes thin horses, nb matter what quantity is given. There are many reasons why you ehoiiltl dairy and none why you should not. ' * h A dairy fanner raises more grain and better grain and gets a higher price than anybody. Dehorn the calves when a few days old and the cows and bull In cool weather after flies are dead. Don’t set the hew orchard where the old one stood. Orchard grounds need rotation as well as any other •oils. Dairy animals require proper exercise, fresh air, pure water, shelter, gentle treatment, and comfort, as well •a plenty of the right feed. Overcrowding keeping constantly overstocked with a larger number than you have room, so the besetting sin of a great number of poultrymen. Cause the pigs to fear you not, especially those intended for brood bows; they should be assured that their keeper Is a kind, considerate friend. Even a hog appreciates .such a friend. Sheep cannot live on nothing, but as they eat some grasses and many weeds that cow r s do not, they will do well on pastures that are entirely Insufficient for cows. Don’t forget to salt them as often as they want it. When you want to fatten sheep, do not throw In a great volume of feed at one time; tfiey will waste it and also be disgusted with it. Give them Just enough to eat up clean and no more, iind they will stay oir their feed and fatten up fast. If you will breed part of your cows to come fresh lu the winter, you will find It profitable. A farmer who makes really good butter can sell It for 35 and 40 cents all winter to.pilvate customers. That is a positive fact and can be proven.

Give pigs succulent food and exercise, clean*...-grassy beds to sleep In, and fresh pure air to breathe, and there Is but little complain about disease. The nearer these conditions can be duplicated In winter the less disease there will be to complain of. Perhaps the best way to pick seed corn would be to go into the field with a sack over the shoulder and walking between two rows of corn and watching them botte, taking the best ears from the best stalks as they appear. This work may be done when the ears afre of medium maturity and before corn will do to crib. The asparagus bed should be mowed and the tops burned before the seeds fall, otherwise the seed will grow and overstock the bed with feeble plants. The bed should be covered for winter with a heavy coat of manure for protection, and in spring rake off the coarse part and work the rest into the soil. An apple grower says this about boxes for apples: It is easily handled and quickly packed. In the Instances of the small shipper, who may not have fruit of the different varieties enough to fill an even number of bnrrels, the box enables him to practically ail of each kind. Fruit packed in a box shows to good advantage and needs little disturbance of contents in making examination.

In France the wagons used by the merchants and farmers have wheel tires ranging from 3 to 10 inches in width, the most usual width being from 4 to 0 inches. The large freight wagons (four-wheeled) have tires rarely narrower than 0 Inches, and the rear axle Is about 12 -U> 14 inches longer than the front axle, so that the rear wheel tracks will lap the tracks made by the front wheels; and so widen the spade of roadway rolled by tlie wheels. Laying hens are very fond of ground bones. They help digest other food when they cannof get at sharp gravel, and with the strong digestive apparatus which fowls have, every part is ,made use of. The lime goes to make the shells, but If the bones have heen'only cooked and not burned they are full of material of which the egg Itself Is made. The only advantage from burning bones Is to make them break up more , easily. 1 The fowls certainly do not like them as well, nor are they sa good for them as when-broken up without burning. Home lußtluet In Cattle. There are 3,000 head of cattle running loose in the Pinal lutein of Arisen*. and they are owned by twenty men. Each animal lias a bnind ittt hip aa broad aa a bam, and crop*, bits

and underhaoks galore In fils ears. Beyond these marks of ownership he is as free as a deer, and should he so elect could wander from the Mexican border to the Canadian line without running up against a barbed wire fence. Yet such Is the simple nature of cattle that they “use” In the country w here they are born, and only the utmost stress of wind and weather will suffice to drive them away. They are “home folks” and stick to their barren canyons and water holes with all the devotion of untutored rural man. Tho calf runs with his mother and learns her ways, which become hi 3 ways. It is upon this home Instinct that tho practice of Western cattle raising rests. —Dave Coolidge, In Sunset Magazine. Show Yonr Horse. A practical horse salesman advises farmers who desire to sell horses at good prices, to cultivate the acquaintance Of the tow’n liverymen and veterinarians, by showing them a good horse from time to time. These town people will become impressed with the fact that this farmer has good stock and knows how to train and fit them for use. Never drive a poorly shod horse to town, if sales are to be encouraged. Neat shoes on the forefeet make a horse showy. A poorly groomed horse is the poorest recommendation to the horseman that can be put before a buying public. Goo«J Resalts from Molasses Feeds. A dairyman not far from. Boston expresses himself as much pleased with the new feed made of waste molasses and mixed grain. He has no ensilage and finds that the molasses feed is of a laxative nature, particularly good with a dry ration. In a feeding experiment at Fort Collius molasses from the sugar mill was utilized as a complement to corn and shorts. The molasses was mixed with water and the grain added sufficient to make a thin slop. Molasses was also put in the drinking water, which was relished greatly by the pigs, for after a time they would not drink water without it. The pigs averaged eighty-three pounds each at the time the experiment began and 212 pounds each at tire'close. They were fed—4o7- days*It required 3.3 pounds of grain and 1.8 pounds of molasses for each pound of gain. At local prices for the grain and molasses, the, cost of each pound of gain was 3.61 cents. Considering that no pasture was used, these results show a high feeding value for molasses. The pork from these hogs was very fine.—American Cultivator. Curtatus for the Poultry House. No matter how r comfortable the poultry house is ordinarily, if it has any glass in it some provision should be made for covering that glass during cold nights if the necessity arises. An excellent and a cheap way of doing this Is to provide curtains of heavy unbleached muslin, burlap or a strip of carpet. Fasten the lower end to a roller, using an old broom handle if nothing better offers, and tacking the upper edge to the window frame. Then by sewing a loop or tacking it to the toller and having a nail in the upper part of the window frame it Is easy to roll the curtain up out of the way during the day. In the event of the poultry house having a considerable expanse of glass something of this kind is absolutely essential, even in the middle sections of the country, if the fowls have large combs and wattles. An arrangement similar to this in front of the roosts saves more than one comb from becoming frosted. When a. cold night Is expected cover the floor of Lie house thickly with straw-thnt the fowls- may have something warm to walk over and peck through in the early morning before breakfast Is ready.'

The Farm Camera. Every stock breeder should own a good camera and learn how to use It to advantage. It is one of the best advertisers ever used in connection with the farm. No description of nn animal can convey such a pleasing Idea as a photograph. A few simple rules carefully observed will Insure a good picture four times out of live. The film cameras are cheap and films do not cost much, and the local photographer Is always ready to develop and make prints at reasonable . prices. One good photograph of an animal for sale would be worth more to the breeder than tha coat many, times ovgr. It Is cijstomary for breeders to cmploj' professional" photogrnphers to do the work. The expense usually Is from five to ten dollars, nnd the resfllts are'seldom satisfactory because the photographer docs not understand the points tliat the breeder wishes to emphasize. Live stock may be advertised by photography to better advantage than any other A picture used In • paper calling attention to the advertisement makes the ad stand out prominently. Successful stockmen are good advertiser*. . Those who do not advertise seldom make much money. —Field and Fireside. * ' \ e* ■ - *

WOMEN WHO SUFFER

Dr. William*’ Pink,Pills tho Oas Remedy Psfrticularly Solted Fer ' Feminine Ills. & I To women who suffer Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are worth their Weight in gold. At special periods a woman needs medicine to regulate her blood su{|ply or .lier life will be a round of pain and suffering. Dr, Williams- Pink Pills are absolutely the finest medicine that ever a woman took. They actually make new blood. They are good for men too —bat they are good iu a special way for women. . “It was three years ago last spring that my health failed me,” says Mrs Arthur Conklin, of No. 5 Coldwater street, Battle Crqek, Mich. “I suffered from leucorrhoea-. ai»d other troubles that, I presume, were caused ■ by the weakness it produced. I had sinking spells, nervous headaches, was weak and exhausted all the time, and looked like a walking skeleton. ‘ ‘ My back and limbs would nche almost continually and there were days when I was absolutely Jielpless frOin sick headache. I tried oiie doctor after another but cannot say that they helped mo at all. My liver was sluggish and I was troubled some with constipation. “ One day a physician who has now retired from practice met my husband on the street aiid inquired aboiit my health. He advised niy husband to get some of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for me, said they were a good medicine, better for my trouble than ho could put up. I tried them, improved steadily and soon was entirely cured. As soon as the leucorrhoea was cured the headaches and other pains stopped. lam entirely well now but intend to continue to use Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills as a spring tonic.” Tho genuine Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are sold by all druggists and by the Dr. Williams Medicine Company, Schenectady, N. Y.

The Spoils of War.

_ Benevolent Old Lady (to little boy in street—Why, why, litle boy, how did yon ever get such a black eye? Small Boy—Me and Sammy Jones was fightin’ for a~ apple in school, an* he smashed me. • Benevolent Old Lady—Dear, dearl and which glutton got the apple? Small Boy—Teacher, ma'am. —Harper’s Weekly.

The Way of It.

The Misus—Mary Ann, please explain to me how it is that I saw you kissing a young man in the kitchen last night. The Maid—Sure, I dunno how it is, ma’am, unless yez were lookin’ through the keyhole. Cleveland Leader - .

No Wonder.

“An’ how are yez this mor-rnin’?” “Feelin’ very bad, thank ye.” “An’ phwat’s th’ mattlier?” “Oi had such bad dhreams th’t 01 couldn’t slape a wink all night.”— Cleveland Leader.

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SUFFER

From Constipation, Bowel and Stomach Trouble. Q. What is the beginning of sickness 1 A. Constipation. Q. What is Constipation? A. Failure of the bowels to carry off the •white matter which lies in the alimentary canal where it decays and poisons the entire system. Eventually the results are death under the name of some other disease. Note the deaths from typhoid fever and appendieitis, stomach and bowel trouble at the present time. Q. What causes Constipation? A. Neglect to respond to the call of nature promptly. Lack of exercise. Excessive brain work. Mental emotion and improper diet. Q. What are the results of neglected Constipation? A. Constipation causes more suffering than any other disease. It pauses rheumatism, colds, fevers, stomach, bowel, kidney, lung and heart troubles, etc. It is the one disease that starts all others. Indigestion, dyspepsia, diarrhoea, loss of sleep and strength Ure its symptoms—piles, appendieitis and fistula are caused by Constipation. Its consequences are known to all physicians, but few sufferers realize their condition until it is too late. Women become confirmed invalids as a result of Constipation. Q. Do physicians recognize this? A. Yes. The first question your doctor asks you is “are you constipated?’’ That is the secret, Q. Can it be cured? A. Yes, with proper treatment. The common error is to resort to physics, such as pills, salts mineral water, castor oil, injections, etc., every one of which is injurious. They weaken and increase the malajiy. You know this by your own experience. Q. What then should be done td cure it? A. Get a bottle of Mull’s Grape Tonic at once. Mull's Grape Tonic will positively cure Constipation and Stomach Trouble in the shortest space of time. No other remedy has before been known to cure Constipation positively and permanently. Q. Wlint is Mull’s Grape Tonic? A. It is a Compound with 40 per cent of the juice of Concord Grapes. It exerts a peculiar strengthening, healing influence upon the-intestines, ro that they can do their work unaided. The process is gradual, but sure. It is not a physic, but it cures Constipation, Dysentery. Stomach and Bowel Trouble. Having a rich, fruity grape flavor, it is pleasant to take. As a tonic it is unequalled, insuring the system against disease. It strengthens and builds up waste tissue. Q. Where can Mull’s Grape Tonic be had ? A. Yonr druggist sells it. The dollar bottle contains nearly three times the OOcent size. Good for ailing children and nursing mothers. A free bottle to all who have never nsed it because we know it will cure you. 140 FREE DOTTLE >lß* rSEX -band thla ronpnn with jmi mu n t addraw roar 4r» n M’i n.m. u 4 10* to pay po*U«a and wa wilt •apply rua • aampla fraa, It jraa ban naraf oaad Bulla Orapa Tawl«. nt wUI ala. nd4 yoa • cartlßaata |o*d for *1 00 toward th* porch*** a t war* Tania flaw aaat Sr-«tot Muu/e Or An Tojrio Co., tt Third Are. Rook Island. lU. (riw Full Addrttt and Writt Plainly Maant. Meant and II do badllaa alaUdnotato Th. • lie bottla aantolna abant ata ttwaa M awl WU* U •and battli and abant thraa daw at wnab aa tha M aanl baatta TSaaa la a groat aavtag ta baying ISa 41 (JO atw. The gennine Jraa a date end number stamped on the label—take no other from go nr dragglsL