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I Memories BEMS kind of childish, making all this fuss about the work horse parade," Bald the pret­ ty young matron, snap­ ping off the short end of her thread and reaching for the spool. "Uncle Will got all worked "up over it last, week--wouldn t eat a bite of breakfast Monday morning, or even look at the paper, but just itamped off to the public li­ brary building to find the boys and talk it over. I told him It was so silly, for the horses were only going to march south of Thirty-fifth street or something like that, and they wouldn't Interfere with Uncle Will's old parade, not even the least little mite. But he couldn't see It that way a bit. He sputtered and got red in the face and said a lot of things about the spirit of commercialism and an irreverent generation and baseball it was so funny. Well, I see they've given in now, and it seems too bad, too. Those big, fat work horses are BO deaf and sassy. You've got to humor people when they get old, of course, but--oh, well, I s'pose it's all right." The little gray-haired lady looked at the pretty matron with a queer ex­ pression around her eyes. Then she smiled. "Yes, you do have to humor us, dear," she said. "We get childish--" "Oh, but I didn't mean you!" flashed the pretty matron. "Well, we're all alike," the gray- haired lady went on calmly. "Some­ times I wonder if we don't all live too long. We're always wanting the world to make a fuss about us, when good­ ness knows the world has enough to think about without bothering over the old people. Well, If Husband were with me--" "He died Just a year ago, didn't he?" interrupted the pretty matron softly. "A year ago tomorrow." The gray-haired lady let her sewing tall to her lap and gazed absently out over the roofs and chimneys. In the apartment building next door a phono­ graph was playing "Steamboat Bill." Two voices, a boy's and a girl's. Joined in the chorus, and the pretty matron began tapping the floor with her foot in time with the music. Then she cheeked herself suddenly, for the gray-haired lady was smiling again. "Did I ever tell you how I met Hus­ band?" she asked. "It was the first year of the war, and we were living tn a little town in York state. There were five of us girls, sisters, and four brothers. The boys had all enlisted with father, and there we were, left all alone in the big house. Father bad quite a lot of money for those days. "Oh, but we had good times, too. We Were just silly girls, you know, and we thought it was the most glori­ ous thing in the world to have men relatives and men friends who were fighting for their country. We used to hare starvation parties and sewing parties all the time to make things for the soldiers at the front. We used to knit wristbands--oh, we knitted and knitted and knitted--and we used to write our initials an4 the name of our town on little slips of paper and put them inside* and tell the boy who got the wristband to guess who It was from. Sometimes they guessed right, and-- "Well, I was going to one of these parties one day when I met Husband, fcly, but he was a handsome man! i didn't know him from Adam, dear, but where he lived before we were mar­ ried. Every one of the Civil war vet erans in the town had died except one, an old fellow who never did anything except sit out on his daughter's porch and watch people go by. "Well, the paper came out that year and announced all the preparations for the Memorial day celebration. There was to be a parade, with a band from a bigger town near by, and f h o m i l i t i a . n n H a r a r r t M n g ^ J > U t H O provision was made for the G. A. R. You see, they thought there wasn't any, with just that one old man. "But the old man wrote to the com­ mittee and told them they had for­ gotten something. So the put 'G. A. R.' down in the place of honor. When Memorial day came the old man went off alone to the town hall and sat down in one of the chairs for a moment. Then he stood up and called the roll, apd after each name he said, 'Mustered" out,' until he came to his own name, and then he said, 'Pres­ ent.' After an hour or so the parade formed and the old man took his place in the front, behind the band. John said that was the last time he ever saw him, marching there behind the j band, all alone, standing as straight | as any of the militia boys, with a look on his face that told John he was living In the past again. Poor old fel- I low!" j "Did you ever hear the rest of that story?" said the gray-haired lady, j "Husband and T ™-ere living there T&rcAihp Ch Jhvd 4//4/ane .» .... •• • ; -- -- -- In Memory of Naval Heroes then, and we were out at the ceme­ tery that very day. We saw the old man come marching into the grounds, and when the militia lined up beside the graves he came to a halt a little way from them, by himself, and stood there as stiff and straight as a ramrod while the service was being held. "He didn't seem to be listening at all, but when the bugler stepped for- w ard and sounded 'taps' I saw his face change a little and heard him mutter to himself, 'That's right. That's right. Taps. We need the rest.' Then he just crumpled up and lay there on the grass, right where he had been standing. "Of course, somebody called out for water and they all tried to revive him, i but Husband never moved. I guess i ho understood, for he just said, 'It's j all right. It was taps, you know,' and i then we went back to the village." J The gray-haired lady smiled apol- j ogeftcally. j "We do get a little childish about j Memorial day," she said, "but you j mustn't mind us, you know." She picked up her sewing and piled It Into her work basket, for the sun had gone down and it was getting too dark to see.--Sheppard Butler In the Chicago Record-Herald. Parcels Post Bill Strikes at Home Working Man. TOWNS WOULD -- r>r-"r-rtV-" oc utoinuicu Effect of Parcels Post and Mall Order Houses on Foreign Countries--A Situation That American Artlsana 8hould Fight Against--What About Your Boy's Future. A Photograph by Underwood & Underwood, N. T. BEAUTIFUL and touching tribute is paid to the memory of the sail­ ors who gave up their lives during the Civil war by Tent No. 18 of the National Alliance, Daughters of the Veterans of the United States. A little boat filled with carnations, roses, lilies, jessamine and ar­ butus, Is borne by G. A. R. veterans to the edge of the river and given, amjd prayer, to the crew of a launch who take it to midstream. There It Is launched, and, amid the booming of a salute and the strains of the "Star- Spangled Banner," it sinks quietly and slowly, leaving the water around it dotted with blossoms. ifflcmortal Bap j^ermon Bu REV. CHARLES F. WEEDEN Pastor of Harvard Church Boston /SrerJS-// ZfC¥i// JfeT /fu/AandP' BELONG TO PAGE OF HISTORY 't I knew he was a stranger in town and that he had really been at the front (most of the boys in town hadn't), and that was enough. "That night he came to the house. They were strict in those days, with all the men folks away, and I couldn't gei out, but 1 called him around to the rain barrel at the side of the house, and we talked through the rain water pipe. First I would talk to him and then I would put my ear down to the pipe and he would talk to me. Before he left town we were engaged. "He fought all through the war, dear. He was captured once, and l *• heard he was sent to Andersonvilie. For nine whole weeks 1 didn't hear a word from him, until there was an exchange of prisoners. That was pretty hard time. Then, after Ap­ pomattox, he came back and we were married. So many years ago, and It aeems like yesterday!" Every one fell silent for a moment while tne sun, low over the tops of the apartment buildings, broke slowly from behind a cloud and threw a long shaft of light over the rug and the scraps of cloth and the bits of thread A woman with something white in tier lap broke the silence. ,"Childish things do happen some- times," she said. "John was telling me yesterday what happened one lorial day down in Pennsylvania Everlasting Wreath of Laurel Ha* Been Woven for Ail the Hosts That Fell. We are approaching a nation's holi­ day. The sound of martial music fills the air, and we pause in the midst of life to consider death. Not for ostentatious reasons do we gather in "God's Acre" once a year. In the minds of brave mothers who can still remember and of daughters who have inherited t^he knowledge of a tragedy, there is no Decoration Day. To spread a flag and to lay a wreath is not to decorate. One day is set apart as a memorial of a country's dead, and we observe It yearly, not to harroW up the feelings of the liv­ ing, but to include, with the departed soldier, those others who have gone before. Our memorial to all the miss­ ing. whether we strew the little mound with ivy or myrtle or with gar­ den flowers, Is as good as "Any wreath that man can weave them!" Theirs is an immortal crown. We only mark each separate spot so that we may remember--or so that we may forget. Time has softened the sor­ row of a nation and placed a halo over the brow of the holy dead, and history has woven her laurels into an ever­ lasting wreath for all the hosts that fell. Plea for Patriotism. The American boy is a splendid fel­ low. These soldier traits--loyalty to duty, reverence for ra.w, obedience to seniors, fidelity in friendship, courage for the right--these virtues will crown that splendid fellow and make him every square Inch a man! Again the solemn charge comes from the God of your homes, the God of your fath­ ers and the God o' your country that you maintain an honest ballot, that you encourage the teachers of our public schools, that yon stand back pf your town government in the enforce­ ment of the civil law, that you pro­ mote the cause of temperance In pri­ vate and in public, that you practice a spirit of friendliness, forbearance peace and good-will toward the stranger Think not that the strug­ gle is over "After the battle of arms conies the battle of history." Put the old martial Are of the "embattled farm ers" and deep conviction of the min­ ute men of 75 Into your politics! It Is not time to abandon service for luxury or Indulgence or for money. Show the sturdy patriotism of *61 for justice, for truth, for purity, for hon esty, for our King and for his right­ eousness!--From a recent Memorial Day Address. jjj IB fe N the foremost rank of me­ morials stands the monu­ ment to the soldier. The myriad mounds of rank and file stir tender and deep emotions. The veterans of the thrilling scenes of '61 and '65 are passing. Over forty-eight thousand in 1909 answered the last taps. Memorial Day should be sacredly kept and should most properly recall the stirring events of the Civil war. "What mean ye by these stones?" the descendants of Joshua asked, as they saw the me­ morial pile by the River Jordan. So the youth of today Inquire of the si­ lent sentinels raised to commemorate the soldier of '61. I am reminded of an example of pa­ triotism not usually known. Colonel Shaw, whose monument of Jbronze stands upon Boston Common, Is not alone in deserving such a memorial. Up among the Berkshire Hills there Is a modest shaft that marks the grave of another gallant leader of negro troops. I refer to Colonel Chauncey Bassett, of the Bassett Grand Army post of Michigan, the grandfather of my children and the father of that elpp.t. lady, my wife. How Colonel Bassett Inspired his men is illustrated by the heroism of a negro lad who was the color-bearer. As Colonel Bas­ sett handed the flag to the lad, he gave this charge: "My boy, bring back the colors or tell to God the reason why." All through the fierce fight they watch­ ed that standard. Once It was seen to fall--the lad's arm had been shot. But grasping the stafT with his left hand, the flag moved forward again, waving over the dusky troops. Once more ty swayed and dropped. But after the battle they found the little fellow prostrate upon the flag wet with his blood. He could never bring the col­ ors back. He had told to God the reason why. But I recall a memorial which comes close to every veteran in the land. It. Is the name endeared to you by a thousand recollections and sends the warm blood throbbing through your veins. It is the dear name of Comrade, Comrade! Your companions in arms! They fcave fallen, but your thoughts bring the old familiar forms and scenes back again. You sleep in the same tent and perchance share the same blanket or you watch by the camp- fire warming and sheltering your com­ rade from the cold and the storm as he has done for you. You divide your scanty rations or you dispense the lucky catch of poultry or bacon; you cheer him on the hot and dusty march; he stretches his hand or musket to you in the struggle through the dan­ gerous swamp; he fights by your side in the din and smoke of attack; he runs and cheers with you in the gal­ lant charge or he stands near you on the man-of-war's deck and hurls de­ fiance at the enemies' shot. He laughs, he sings, he shouts; he turns with stern resolve and face like flint to meet the bullet-storm. HI* joys, his sorrows, his glory, his hardship, are yours, for all the while it is comrade. It may be one today, another tomor­ row, but always Comrade! I cannot forbear to mention one more important lesson from the monu­ ments of the war. It is this; The God of Nations Gave the Victory. The Almighty's band has never been withdrawn from history. In the dark­ est hour a Lincoln's brain and heart-- a true statesman's hand--grasped the helm and held the nation to her course through whirlwind, victory and dire disaster. In critical hours when for­ eign powers would smile encourage­ ment to our foe God sent a strong man across the waters to speak for us--a man of silver tongue, the orator's fire and the patriot's soul, who averted the threatened blow. Some well re* member what utter consternation swept over the north when the "Mer- rlmac" sunk the "Cumberland" and the "Congress" surrendered. When that same evening the news sped over the wires that the "Monitor" had ar­ rived at Hampton Roads, the air rang with shouts and men who seldom ac­ knowledged divine interference were saying, "How providential!" Mer­ chants of war-time will not forget the terrible depression in business. For ten years previous two thirds of the country's exports consisted of cotton from the south. How could the great loss be met? In '61 and '62 there was drought In England and Europe. Then the farmer stepped to the front. The fields of America, particularly In the west, were. In these years, unusually abundant, and foreign ports were open­ ed to receive "a value of over two hundred million dollars of the prod­ ucts of our soil. England sent us more than sixty million dollars of gold." At the last when the nation was weary the Indomitable Grant came into leadership and by his sledge ham­ mer blows, "By the left flank, for­ ward !" gave the Confederacy the fatal stroke. Thus did the King of Na­ tions shield this land. Think not, fellow-citizens, that your duty is done; that in rearing colossal statues your obligations are fulfilled. The peculiar institutions of this coun­ try are the memorials God commands you to build, support and protect. See to It, you who fought gallantly for your country and you who today reap tho harvest of hsreism S6$ to it t&sit your influence goes abroad for pure morals, and guard as your life the liberties handed down to you. The future of our nation lies In what citizens make it today. The world Is looking to America. There are no new continents. "There is no other race that possesses, as does the Anglo-Saxon, liberty and a pure re­ ligion," and these are the mighty fac­ tors that will determine the future of the world for good. Friends, we are Btlll in the "broad field of battle," still In the "bivouac of life." Who will be the hero? Your answer will be in the sincerity and courage with which you defend the institutions and the liberties of your citizenship. Hold the nation's life sacred. Bare your head beneath the folds of her flag bathed in the blood of your fathers and countrymen!-- Farm and Fireside. "How will the parcels post, If it be­ comes a law, affect me?" you ask. Suppose you are a stone mason or a carpenter or a man following any trade in the building line: you are a resident in a typical country town In an agricultural state; the parcels post becomes a law, thereby lending assist­ ance to the mall order houses, the fathers of the bill. The mail order evil Is thus abetted and aided to be­ come a monster of even fiercer mien. It has already been a blood sucker of your town business and a stumbling block to progress. It now becomes even more formidably BO. The home merchant will he seriously crippled because,the unthinking people of the community will send their money to the mall order houses Ife greater vol­ ume. No More Work For You. The natural result to you will be this: the local merchant will become distressed; business will be bad, it will be bruited about on the street that the town is not progressing. This will reach the ears of people who had Intended to build; outsiders coming in will learn of the dissatisfaction and stagnation and will not purchase va­ cant property on which to erect homes; those who have homes will become dissatisfied and endeavor to sell them; what was once a busy little town In which you were kept employed will be a retrograding, half deserted hamlet, populated by a lot of dissatis­ fied souls who would go away if they could, but who are held by property interests from which they cannot re­ lease themselves. This is not a dream. It is an actu­ ality. Let me point you an exact proof. In the state of Iowa twenty- five years ago there was a flourishing town of some 2,000 people with a healthy business. In the village was a mercantile firm that occupied a four-story block.. Within was a model country store affording the people op­ portunity to buy almost anything they could desire. Ther^ was a large school building in Vernon, a newspa­ per, a postqjfflce, a library and the dozens of civic advantages that go to make a desirable residence location. And into this ideal country town there stalked the destroyer! A mall order house, one of the houses now fathering the parcels post bill, found it advisable to go after Vernon's business. Vultures follow flock wise! What about Vernon today? The postofflco is gone! Business has flown! The great store, occupying four floors of a mammoth building, is a thing of yesterday. All that remains Is a small stock In a part of one of the lower floors of the structure! The ample school building is va­ cant, save one room where one school teacher is able to teach the few "chil­ dren who patronize the school! Here is an apt example of ruin wrought by the mail order house, with­ out the aid of the parcels post! With the added advantage that will accrue to these vandals of trade, with the pas­ sage of this bill, what can we hope for the country town in years to come? Suppose you had been a carpenter or a mason in Vernon? Where would you be now? Who would build homes under such conditions as I have enum­ erated above? It must appeal to you that a measure giving the mail order house an ad­ vantage over the country merchant will tear down the home town. The local lumberman who has been your biting reflection upon Won want to leave the free, open coun­ try. the flowers, the running brooks, the birds and all rural life means t» you, to go into the squalor and filth and sorrow and disgrace of a great city? Do yon want to ride ten and fifteen and twenty miles every morn­ ing to your work and hack again at night? Do you want to feel the teeth Of the cold, heartless, cruel life of Us city? Dr yon want to live In a community where you do not know your nearest neighbors T Do you Tvant to exist selfishly for yourself alone, where no one has any Interest in you and where you are the merest lota 1b the great plan of things? What You Are at Home. Where you now live you are a factor In the community; you are respected and, if you are a square fellow, are looked up to by men who are worth more money than you. In the coun­ try we do not gauge every man by his bank account. He is what he is, be­ cause we have an opportunity to know his heart, to know what sort of a life he lives. In the city, men have little opportunity of getting close together. It is a struggle for the almighty dol­ lar. Men go down in the morning with an idea of taking away from some other fellow a necessary amount cf money to run their families through the day. It is a case of business riot from morning to night. "Would you take on this sort of a proposition and give up the ideal life you live in the country where you are respected and loved; where you take part 'in the political affairs of the community and where the small boys look up "to you as a good mechanic, a square man and a good citizen? Get Into the Fight. In your town there is not at the present time more work than there should be. Does it not stand to rea­ son that the mail order houses work­ ing under the proposed parcels post law will work an Injury and make even less work for you? It Is your duty as an American citizen who loves his family, his home and his fellow business nfan to stand with these, shoulder -to shoulder, In this fight for preservation--a fight In which no man should enlist without a full under­ standing of the evil, and with no false notions of the enemy he has to com­ bat? The parcels post will strike a blow at your interests and the interest3 of your fellow man--and after all the In­ terests of all the people in the com* munity, as a whole, are one. If the community as a whole is prosperous, you will be prosperous. When a town is growing, money is easier, life la happier and all concerned get along better in the battle of life. Anything that in any way affects the community as a whole affects everybody. If one merchant who has been prosperous does a poor business, the depression indirectly is transferred to practical­ ly everybody in the community. When the factory closes, the men go out of work. Wften the men go out of work, the groceryman does not get his pay. When the groceryman cannot pay, the bank fails. When the bank falls, the people lose their deposits. When the people loss their savings there is weeping and want. The Bill Far Reaching In Evil. Too many people in talking about the parcels post evils refer to them only as affecting the merchants. The result of this is that the average in­ dividual disregards the merchant's po­ sition in the matter and announces that he will buy where he can buy for the smallest amount of money. He does not stop to realize that the busi­ ness of the merchant Is an index to the entire community. If the mer­ chant Is prosperous the people are prosperous and vice versa. parcels post refer to its workings in the old countries! But wait! Instead of this being an argument, for parcels post, it Is exactly the re­ verse. What ia the average small town in France, for instance? A hamlet of sordid, clod-like people who group themselves about a tavern and the government tobacconist who sells tobacco and stamps. They buy by mall. Their very ignorance Is a the parcels CANADA'SPROSPERmr. ^ The New York Times of March 23, *912, In an arflcle dealing with Cana­ da's progress, says: At the present moment eight ship­ loads of European immigrants are afloat for Canada, while there are signs that the outward movement which is customary Tsr?th us during labor troubles will be marked " this year. There is no such startling rec­ ord of our loss to Canada. Our cltl- tena quietly slip over the border in groups or trainloada, but their going Is not advertised. "There is no mystery why Canada ia the 'good thing' the United States used to be. It is because Canada is following in its neighbor's footsteps that it is repeating the fortunate ex­ perience which its neighbor is envy­ ing. even wtiile deliberately turning its back on the teachings of the past. A fortnight ago the Dominion budget speech reported the unprecedented surplus of $39,000,000, and on Thurs­ day the Government passed through the Committee on Supply credits of $38,000,000 for railways and canals. With this assistance the railways themselves are both enabled and com­ pelled to increase their facilities. Ac­ cordingly we find a single road allot­ ting ten millions for work of Its own. Naturally ̂ the Canadian newspapers contain announcements calling for fifty thousand men for construction work. This influx is apart from those Americans who go with money In their pockets obtained by cashing in thei* high-priced American lands. "A St. Paul dispatch says that with­ in a fortnight two thousand carloads of farm animals and machinery have passed toward Canada, the property of men who expect to pay for their farms with the first crop." WHAT DID SHE MEAN? Cholly Shallowpate--Dogs are a good deal like human beings, don't- cherknow. Miss Cutting Hlntz--Yes, they are. Now, that dog of yours Is stupid enough to have a pedigree two yards long. "Silent Actors" Not Silent. Ten-cent grand opera is fast near- Ing a reality. A patent was granted last week to C. Milton of London, Eng., for com­ bining a phonograph and a moving picture machine, so that they will op­ erate in absolute harmony. As soon as this patent Is placed on the market, it will in all probabil­ ity mean that moving picture shows will soon have phonographs in their houses, and will reproduce the words or songs of the now "silent actors" at the same time that the film is be­ ing projected on the screen. Birth of Words. In "The Romance of Words," a book just published by Ernest Weekley, the story of the birth of some of our youngest words is told. For example, "boycott" dates from the early '80s of last century, when Captain Boycott was treated by his Irish tenants and neighbors in the way that has im­ mortalized his name not only In Eng­ lish but in the French verb, "boycot- ter," and the German verb, "boycot- tleren." Who would have thought that Chau­ cer used the word "assegai," or that "mascot" was born In 1880 when Audran's opera " JA Mascotte" was produced? The word "heckle" was adopted Into English In the same year, though It had long been in use Ut Scotland. "Feckless," a common slang word before his day, received literary confirmation by Carlyle'a use of It. "Week-end" was never heard in English until 1883, when Mr. Week- ley discovered it at a Lancashire holiday resort. Learning One's Strength. How can a man learn to know him self? By observation, never; but by action. Endeavor to do thy duty, and thou shalt know what is within thee friend, who has helped you figure on jobs and carried you financially until you could finish the Jobs, will not be in existence when the mall order house aided by the parcels post has had an opportunity to do its devastat­ ing work. The town In which you live will be dead and there will be little demand for building material or build­ er. What demand there is for lumber can be filled by the city wrecking house--and you in your general taxes, should you still eke out an existence in the town, will help pay the delivery bill. The deficit in the postofflce depart­ ment last year was very large, and should the parcels post become a law, what it will cost to transport eleven- pound packages, not only by express but by rural delivery, where this has to be done on horseback in the far country, ia alarming to contemplate. The people will be taxed to pay the deficit. What do you care whether you pay your groceryman for delivering goods or whether you pay the United States government? The parcels post bill creates nothing, carries with It no lifting of burdens, but simply takes from one pocket to put into another without assurance of better service or better conditions. Let's Go Slow on This. We Americans are given too much to hysteria. We want to change too frequently; we are like weather-vanes, shifting with each wind. We should be more conservative. Take your own case, for instance: you would be satis­ fied to continue living in the town in which you now reside. You have your home, and if you could be paid well for your work and have plenty of It, you could not justly llnd much fault with your location. But if the mail order nouse sapped the vitality of the town and depreciated it until there were few people who desired to build homes, then you would be forced into the city. What would you do In the city with your large family to sup­ port? Can you look forward now and aee your children in the sweatshops? Can you see yourself and your family living in a tenement surrounded by people of all nationalities, with habits and tsatrt far Inferior to yours? Do post. Their, schools are a joke, their markets are "beyond theii4 reach, they have no gas, no electric light, no mod­ ern convenience of any sort. Would you raise your children amid such stultifying influences? And yet this is exactly what the parcels post and mail order house will bring to America In time, if the people of the country towns do not arise and crush the evils. 8ee Your Editor About It. Talk with your local editor about the situation. He will be posted. Work up a feeling against mail order houses and parcels post. This is your fight. Do not be afraid to go to the war, just as your fathers have, in times gone by, and perhaps you your­ self did when your country called. All wars are not fought with powder and shell. Some wars, even fiercer than those where blood was shed through the avenues we naturally associate with war, have been quite as sangu­ inary. In my humble opinion, country life in the United States is the more nat­ ural life, by far. It Is the life to be most desired. If I nere to have my way I would take the people out of the sordid, weakening, slavish life, the dirty, mocking, cold and cruel city and set them upon the land, around the villages of this country. I would make them happy, free and noble--• because the great stretches create freedom and nobility. I would make it possible for those now growing up to unhappy lives, possibly to criminal lives, to become free and independent citizens of representative American towns. I would give them work at reasonable wages, according them op­ portunities to have little homes, to rear families In God's pure air. I would tear down the cities Instead of tearing down the country towns. I have lived in both, and I know them both. I know the people of the country and the people of the city and I want to say to you that it will be a disastrous day for America when the country heart becomes the city heart, when the country desire becomes the city desire, when the country standard is trailed in the dust and the city standard carrier aloft. BYRON WILLIAM* Important vo Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for Infants and children, and see that it ZZTo, In Use For Over 30 Years, Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria Nothing Doing. The Cat--Come on down and I'll show you a beautiful road. The Bird--A dark one, I suppose, and colored red. Beware of Spring's sudden cDanges; keep Garfield Tea at band. Drink hot on retiring. Fourteen per cent of the egg Is al­ bumen. WOMEN SHOULD BE PROTECTED Against So Many Surgical Op­ erations. How Mrs,. Betliuine and Mrs. Moore Escaped. hose times, an hav'fa art opui'c.'utiii- Sikeston, Mo.--' 'For seven years I suf­ fered everything-. I was in bed for four or five days at a time every month, and so weak I could hardly walk* I cramped and h a d backache and ^dache, and was so nervous and weak that I dreaded to see anyone or have any- oiiu movein the room. The doctors gave me medicine to ease me said that I ought to I would not listen to that, and when a friend of my husband told him about Lydia E. Pink ham's Veg» etable Compound and what it had done for his wife, I was willing to take it. Now I look the picture of health and feel like it, too. 1 can do my own housework, hoe my garden, and milk a cow. I can entertain company aind enjoy them. I can visit when I choose, and walk as far as any ordinary woman, any day in the month. I wish I could talk to every suffering woman and girL"--Mrs. DEMA BETHUNK, Sikeston, Ma Murrayville, 111.--"I have taken Ly­ dia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound for a very bad case of female trouble and it made me a well woman. My health was all broken down, the doctors said I must have an operation, and I waa ready to go to the hospital, but dreaded it so that I began taking your Compound. I got along so well that I gave up the doctors,and was saved from the opera­ tion." -- Mr*. CHARLES MOORE, R. R. No. 3, Murrayville, 1U.