rfff.'^^ 1 'XH -, '1. tV ' gl< ^ ,& ^ «*£*»* * $T»f ^ tV " * /« > < * > '* Mistress By MI LUCENT E. MANN Copyright, 1904, by L.UCASLINCOLX CO. CHAPTER XVl~Continued. I dropped lightly to the floor again, <Mt upon the stool and resumed my "thoughts. Time 'tis said passeth as <iuickly as a weaver's shuttle. Under some circumstances I could mention no doubt, but that day after receiving the message time crawled. I watched the fading away of those last faint rays of light with intense satisfaction. Then 1 again mounted the stool and again looked abroad. Night had drawn her mantle over the land--not even a star gleamed in the «ky. : • I listened to hear sounds outsid6 tty door, knowing my jailor must soon •come with my evening meal. Yes, I • iiad not long to ^rait ere I heard the •shuffling footsteps of the man. He •clanked his keys and gave out an ^jologetip sniff, the usual thing, as lie neared the door of my cell. The licfey. moved hardly in the rusty hole, was turned with a doleful sound, half /shriek half groan, the door moved • t»ack. ; , ' " . " A l i t t l e o i l o n t h e h i n g e s , s i r r a h , " ! . I said, "would render it npt so grat ing, on the nerves. Faugh! Is this •the food to serve a gentleman?" I Added as I picked up the loaf of bread from the floor where he had set it togettaeiyWith a jug of water. My supper!/ r ordered him to take it away. " Tis the usual prison fare," he sniffled; "if you want better you can pay for it." Then he backed toward the door. Now the old rascal had drained me as dry as any goblet of sparkling Wine was ever drained by horseman, and, as I had bought and paid most liberally for every meal I had eaten ^since I had entered the doors of this beastly place, this was adding insult to injury. Knowing this, he dared place before me bread and water. It . feroke the camel's back. "Out of my sight, you miserable renegade," I cried starting up. * I never saw man make quicker time in getting through a doorway * than did that jailor, although I was :* {inarmed and he knew it, since my •word had been taken away the night «( my arrest. "You won't be so high and mighty |B b few weeks,1' he said; retreating s.:. 4own the hall. ; I could not bear the looks of this . bloated old hypocrite. In Cromwell's fime he had been one of those to persecute any Cavalier who happened from various reasons to come under l^s care. To save his neck he now commanded. "I am all of a muck from your filthy cell." "Here they are, sir," the Jailor an swered as he took them from the boy. "'Tis not my fault," he whined; "I only obey orders." "Fault or no fault, bat of the way, scullion," ordered Gil. So without any ado we passed the humbly bowing apologetic fool and went down the' corridor and steep flight of stairs of the prison to the street door, which he opened. In a circle at the entrance to the prison, bending in their saddles sat our men of Long Haut. It was dark --few links about. I saw Torraine, who held Bunco, my horse, by the bridle, lean back and with his sword strike a link out of the hand of a man who would be too curious. Before it was extinguished I recognized the man on the horse next to him. It was Pat, my linkman*. On the. outskirts of, ohr circle an other circle had formed. It was com posed of>the common' lag of the town, the usual rabble that congregate when there was anything out of the ordi nary going on. It was dark in our immediate ring, but light enough in the outer one. In its midst I saw, heard, and recognized our old friend, the petit constable of the Whit©' Swan inn, and so did Gil. It did not need his whispered word, "Haste,", to make me leap into my saddle. The constable was trying to force his way through the crowd, who had begun to suspect that all was not right. While some laughingly helped him on his way, others, -while not seeming to do so, did much to impede his progress. We could hear his voice above the roar of the ever larger growing crowd, which was pushing us hard, crying, "An escape--to the res cue." 4 "Cut through them," ordered Gil. Turning we charged the crowd with drawn weapons, slapping them back with the flat of the sword, while he headed down Cheap Side. I missed Gil from my side. I looked around. He had wheeled his horse in the direction of the constable. I saw him reach down and grasp the fellow by the nape of the neck, thefi swing ing him high in the air, fling him over the heads of the crowd on to a mound of muck and hay which littered one side of the court yard. In a second he was back at my side, while the crowd cheered and halloed like mad. That was an act that they could un-. derstand without any words. release. If he felt any of that terror with, which he was wont to inspire poor creatures hauled before him, it wiped out some one's debt. They carried him some distance away from his men, and left him bound and tied in a lodge, knowing it would be hours before he would be discovered. It seems in that par ticular their plans had • miscarried, else the constable had not appeared upon the scene. I laughed heartily, but I noticed that Gil did not echo it. Moreover all through our talk he seemed pre occupied--something was wrong--for Gil loved to be pitted against ob stacles--it wlas as the very breath of his nostrils--and ~ this little episode had been too satisfactory for him not to feel elated at its outcome. Had he not met his old friend the petit constable and had he not gone down beforft him? "What is it, Gil," said I. "Bad news, my lord," he replied; "What?" I cried. "Yes, your father is dead," he soft ly answered. "Ere I had hardly be gun my journey I met a mail coming from Long Haut with the sad news." "When did he die?" I asked. "The night you were arrested," he replied, "Did you see him?" I questioned, "Yes," he said. "God rest his sOti!.- I stopped long enough for that and only that. He lies in state in the chapel. Master Basil prays over him day and night. Your father left with him his last messages for you." "We will go on to-night," I said. "But you ate tired--will you not drop back and rest." "Not I," he replied. I saw as he stretched out his legs and could scarce forbear a groan at the pain, how sore and weary he was, but I knew better than to insist. I sat with my back to the door. I had been intent upon my supper and the tale of my release, In both of which I had taken an. equal relish until hearing of my father's death I had lost both. I pushed back my chair from the table and leaning back sat thinking sadly. The men had stopped their chaffering, knowing the cause of my depression. Too late, he had died unknowing! In the land where he had gone, I wondered, if all things were made clear to him. I was aroused from my reverie by an exclamation from Gil. I turned toward the door at which he was star ing. In its entrance stood Rosemary Allvn, Lady of Felton. Her eyes were wide and dark with excitement. Her £air was blown into wet tendrils about her face. She was flushed from exertion. "I am come to tell you; sir," she said, "that before twenty minutes shall have passe i the King's Blues will be here." (To be continued.) WOODEN SHOES IN KENTUCKY. In its entrance stood Rosemary Allyn. w- paid the same considerate attention Hv'.-to his old friends who stood to their f » convictions. He was Intensely re- ge'f fmlsive to me. His lank stiff hair, which no doubt was slick enough when slick hair was the fashion, now •ptood up about his head as if in pro test against its new arrangement. I could afford to scoff at the prison fare since I now lived on hope. Gil fcad said, "To-night"--it might mean many things, but to me It meant but one--that .it would bring my release; bow I knew not and cared less. I was half dozing on my cot, where I had thrown myself after the exit >ot my jailor, when there again re sounded through the corridor the noise of footsteps coming toward my ceil, but accompanying tl&se irritat ing ones were others. I sat up and listened. A firm heavy tread, that could belong to Gil, but did it? A shuffling lighter one, that would be my Jailor, and a still lighter shuffling one the jailor's help. The next thing J heard was Gil's deep voice. Ah-h-h! hy~ : "Be quick, man," he said, "the King knows not well how to wait upon others, while he does know how to punish insolence; suth Insolence, and to a favorite too, albeit a new one. O, of course, of course," he went «a, as the fellow interrupted him with muttered words of protest, "you did not know; orders and so forth. Do you think the King publishes to to the town every time he takes a new favorite? Haste, haste man, one would think your fingers were all thumbs." The key at last turned In Its sock et, and the door helped by Gil's foot opened. I waited for the cue from him. "His Majesty demands an audience with you, gracious sir," he said, bow ling low before ma "He grieves that 'through some mistake you have been | pat to such dire distress." "Say no more," I replied. "I am fas ever at his service." Again he bowed, and I that knew bis every expression caught the flick er of amusement In his eye. - "The horses are waiting, sir," he continued. "His Majesty expects you st Whitehall. He does-rot like tp •wait" •J,': " "HIT cloak and sword, slfrah," I We galloped into Southwark. There had been* no tjme for explanations. We stopped before the Tabard and entered the tap room. Immediately a good meal was served, of which I fek in need. From the way the men also did justice to it, one would have thought that they had not eaten since leaving Long Haut. Torraine was a hard master when there was work on hand, and he and his men had not frolicked on the way. -- I soon satisfied my curiosity. found that my linkman had not been so remiss as I had thought. He had sneaked back on the night of the ar rest and following the coach in which I was confined learned where I was to be incarcerated. Hastening to Gil he had acquainted him with the news tor this he had won his horse, and a prouder man, although a more ex ecrable rider, I never saw. Having no one to send to Long Haut for Lorraine and his men whom he felt he would need, Gil had gone himself. Thus while I had spent four days and as many nights in jail Gil had spent them in the saddle Truly he was a man of iron. It had told upon him, he was many pounds lighter and his moon-like face was haggard. While away he had left Pat to keep guard at the prison and find out which cell I occupied. This the man was able to do with a little judicious ques tioning. He was also to watch the movements of the arch fiend. Chief Justice Lord Jeffreys; not an arduous task, for that lord delighted in hav ing his movements chronicled. Every thing favored him. When the link man met the party coming from Long Haut at the edge of Drury Lane--: meeting place previously decided up on--he told them that. %ord Jeffreys was to pass through Epping Forest In a few hours. They posted there in hot haste to await him, while Pat was left to try and acquaint me with the fact that they hoped to effect my re lease. How successful he was In this you know. My lord came all un conscious of the plot, on foot. His at tendants ywere with little effort over powered. Then my lord, who deemed the men of Long Haut highwaymen -(and surely a fiercer looking lot^one wquld travel far to find), was soon con>re l ied to s ign the paper fo r my Dutch Settlers Around Louisville Ini- port 200 Pairs of Them. The very mention of the . idea that wooden shoes are worn In and around Louisville seems a bit preposterous to the modern citizenship of this sec tion, but they must be worn here abouts--for they are shipped here Two hundred pairs of these unique specimens of footwear passed through the Louisville port yesterday. They came directly from Rotterdam, con signed to a local firm. The Hollanders are famous for making and wearing wooden shoes and never lose their desire for wear ing them, even when they come to this country. Scattered around in this section there is a pretty good sprinkle of these old-time Dutch, and they must have their wooden shoes. The shoes received yesterday will be disposed of to these foreign-born Dutch.. The shoes are not only unique In their make, but are extremely light. They are worn mostly during the winter and in extreme wet weather. They are made of one piece of wood and there is no such thing as leak in them. There has been but slight change in their make for cen turies.--Louisville Courier-Journal. An Unanswerable Argument. This is the season of the year when a great many people find it hard to get jup in the morning. But it prob ably never occurs to them, as it did to Gladstone's granddaughter, Miss Dor othy Drew, when she was not more than seven, that the Scriptures empha size the vanity of early rising. Doro thy positively refused to get up one morning, and her grandfather had to be called to overawe the rebel. 'Why don't you get up, Dorothy?' he asked. "Because the Bible doesn't approve of early rising, grandfather," was the unexpected reply. "Really, Dorothy," said the astonish ed statesman, "you must be mifr> taken." "Oh, no, I'm not," she persisted; here it is," and she turned up the second verse of the 127th Psalm: "It is in vain for you> to rise up early." The old parliamentarian had nothing more to say. The argument floored him. * To the' Point. For many years a traveling pedlei named Luce has been a well known character In the country towns of New England. His route lies mostly within Maine and New Hampshire, where he sells, needles, pins, soap, extracts, etc., and is always a welcome guest at the Isolated farmhouse where he calls. Unlike most Itinerant ped- lers he is a man of few words. Last winter while driving down one of the long hills of North Con way his horse becoming frightened, ran, finally bringing up at the foot of the hill with an overturned cart, be neath which lay the unfortunate own er, unable to extricate himself from the wreck. A mountaineer approach ing asked, with typical brevity, "Tight?" "No," responded the Yan kee, "Luce."--Harper's Weekly. "Every Day Essays," by Marlon Foster Washburne, is a dainty and philosophic portrayal of the incidents ind exigencies of life as lived by real ife-lovlng human beings. Especially 3trong is the author's depictions of motherhood in its most sacred beat itudes. Speaking of her baby, at the termination of his morning bath, she says: "How lovely he is, as. he lies there in my arms, the white lids slowly irlfting down over his blissful blue eyes! 6ne little hand grasps my Singer and thrills me like the touch 3f a lover. His feet gently push igainst me^ his soft body lies curled in utter peace and contentment. I ?ing, as I rock, and as I sing I think >f the thousands of oWer mothers tfho have rocked and ^Tng as I am loing. All down the ages this joy aas passed from generation to gener- ition, holy and unselfish and pure. Surely the world is better for it! The Egyptian women sang under the shadow of the pyramids--low, Monotonous chants, perhaps, like the nonotonous. stretch of desert, but swelling with love, as even the bar ren desert swells toward the bending sky. And they felt as I feel, sitting iere crooning to my baby. The Greek tvomen--deep-bosomed, strong, and serene--dreamed the dreams of their )wn unawakened natures for their boy babies, as they sang, and passed Dn to the girl babies their own patience. The Roman women dedicat- sd their sleeping children to the gods of war and of justice, but they loved as I love, and they knew, as I know, that no dream and no dedication «ould be high enough for the precious little beings sheltered in their arms. The early Christian women learned to love the Christ-child the better be cause they knew how it was with His mother^ and over the very God of the universe they felt something of a mother's tenderness and longing. Oh, my sisters, far and near, I know your inmost heart of hearts as I sit here, rocking my baby!" Is the sentiment not beautiful? And are not essays even, at times, lacking in insipidness? Replete with sweetness, gentleness, adorable sim plicity and frankness, "Every Day Essays'! should prove not only a book to read, but a book- to keep and re read. The Illustrations, by Ruth May Hallock, printed in sepia brown, add greatly to" the artistic value of the volume. Published by the Rand, McNally Co., Chicago-New York, cloth, $1.25. * • • "Charles the Chauffeur," by E. S. KIser, published originally as a serial In the Sunday Magazine Supplement of the New York Tribune, Chicago Record-Herald, Philadelphia Press, and other papers, where it attracted unusual attention and favorable com ment, has just been issued in book form by the Frederick A. Stokes Co., New York. The book is a character istic example of Mr. Riser's good- natured humor that has won him so many friends through his prolific newspaper contributions. It is a pleasing story of an ignorant, intrepid chauffeur naively told in his own words. How he prospered in his attachment for the beautiful, rich, young widow, of whom he is the pride and pet, their hair-raising adventures, and his final downfall, are character istically and amusingly set forth. The book abounds in original situations, is deliciously flavored with clever sat ire, and is one that will be enjoyed by motorists and victim alike. The illustrations, In black and white ,are spirited and interesting. Cloth, $1. • * * Another nature book of Interest out of all proportion to its size is "The Retreat of a Poet Naturalist," by Dr. Clara Barrus. It seems almost need less to add that the poet naturalist is John Burroughs. Convincing evidence of the Intrinsic worth of the book la that Mr. Burroughs has himself signed each copy beneath a new and thor oughly characteristic photograph thai serves as a frontispiece. • • • •'For the White Christ" is a story ol the days qf Charlemagne by Robert Eames Bennet. Altogether unlike any novel of recent years, its breadth, its dramatic intensity of action and largeness of scene, and the Imposing figures that constitute its leading characters, justify a comparison with the fine old romances of days gone by. Roland and Oliver are its heroes, and who needs to be reminded that neith er history nor fiction offers two that are nearer the Ideal of daring and chivalry? Nor is it all of war and fighting, for there Is Queen Hllde- garde, and her lovely daughter, and Fastrada, whose beautiful, sinister personality has a power greater than all the rest--except at the last. The publishers feel that Mr. Bennet's great and powerful story has received a worthy setting in the consistent and striking decorations and illustrations In color by the Kinneys. A. C. Mc Clurg & Co., Chicago. QUIOK RESULTS. J. Hill, Con- N. C., Justice Of t h e P e a c e , says: "Doan's Kidney Pills proved a very efficient reme dy in my case. I used them for disordered kid neys and back- a c h e , f r o m which I had ex perienced a great deal of trouble and pain. The kidney secretions were very irregular, dark colored and full of sediment. The Pills cleared it all up and I have not had an ache in my back since taking the last dose. My health generally is improved a great deal." FOSTER-MILBURN CO., Buffalo, N. Y. For sale by all dealers, price 60 ce&ts per box. Students' Princely Gift. 1*he giver of the $500,000 college hall to Columbia, was Rutherford Stuyveeant Pierrepont. Pierrepont, who comes up for his degree of bache lor of arts with the class of '05 in Tune, feared lest persons about the iniversity might think that he "was trying to work the institution for a degree," as his most intimate friend put it, and for that reason requested that the university leave his name out of the original announcement of the gift. When his name became known as donor Pierrepont left college In hla automobile and headed for the boat- house at Fort George, for his usual practice with the university crew. Those who saw him said that he didn't seem tp want to talk about the gift, and very much resented its hav ing become public. END OF GAL1L£0'8 TOWER. My scalp was covered with little pimples and I suffered tortures from the itching. I was scratching all day and night, and I could get no rest. I washed my head with hot water and Cuticura Soap and then applied the Cuticura Ointment as a dressing. One box of the Ointment and one cake of Cuticura Soap cured me. Now my head is entirely clear and my hair is growing splendidly. I have used Cu ticura Soap ever since, and shall nev er be without it. . (Signed) Ada C, Smith, 309 Grand St., Jersey City, N. J." " "Tip" Paid Large Profits. iB. R. Payne, a well-to-do resident of Williamsport, Pa.,, was on a visit to New York with his daughter, Flor ence, who Is not yet out of her teens. A fellow guest at the Waldorf-Astoria gave Miss Payne a hint as to the stock market. She acted promptly, invested her own fortune on the in formation and returned home richer by $80,000, all made inside of a week. Plans Cheap Incubator. A poultry enthusiast proposes to erect a number of incubators near sev eral unused springs at Glenwood Hot Springs, and to use running hot water in place of lamps which usuaTy supply the necessary heat. The projector of the plan' hopes to hatch out from 5,000 to 6,Q0Oeggs eacb month. There was an elopement recently or something most interestingly like one, in which the principals were Har old MacGrath, writer of romances and Miss Alma J. Kenyon of Syracuse The marriage ceremony was perform ed In Bridgeport, Conn., by a Justice of the peace, after a vain attempt tc .found up a clergyman, and the wed ding supper was eaten In New York And now comes a story, published in the Bobbs-Merrill "Pocket Books, called "The Princess Elopes," by Har om MacGrath, and dedicated, more over to Alma J. Kenyon. All ol which is interesting, not to say excit ing. ' • • • • • "The Heart of Rome" is a new story by F. Marion Crowfard. In this new novel the story is the thing. The legend of a burled treasure under the walls of the palace of the Contl, is known to but few, yet arouses a series of conflicting interests which provide the framework for many exciting In cidents, through which runs just such a charming lOve story as Mr. Craw ford, better than any other, knows how to tell. The Macmillan Co., $1.50 ITCHING SCALP HUMOR. Lady Suffered Tortures Until Cured by Cuticura--Scratched Day and Night. Cleaned Out. When a deep cellar becomes filled with heavy, poisonous air, it is never safe to go into it until it has been cleaned out. When your body has been poisoned with the foul residues of undigested food, It Is Just as neces sary to clean It out. To do this pleas antly and safely take Dr. Caldwell's (laxative) Syrup Pepsin. It Is a pure, scientific preparation which has no equal In the cure of constipation, headache, biliousness and stomach trouble. Sold by all druggists at 50c and $1.00. Money back if it fails. The Wise Guys. Nordy--"What is meant by the 'tal ent' I read so much about in connec tion wfth horse races?" Butts--"See that bunch of men yon der with fringe on their trousers and fur on their vests?" Nordy--"Yes." Butts--"That's the talent." To the housewife who has not yet become acquainted with the new things of everyday uae In the market and who la reasonably satisfied with the old. we would suggest that a trial of Defiance Cold Water Starch be made at once. Not alone because it is guar* anteed by the manufacturers to be su* perlor to any other brand, but because each 10c package contains 16 oxs., while all the other kinds contain |«ut 12 oza. It is safe to say that the l»dy who once uses Defiance Starch will use no other. Quality and quantity must win. Strange Fellow. 'Markley's a queer fellow; He bought a couple of tickets from me for an amateur theatrical , perform ance." "And he actually used them?" "Not only that, but he says he en joyed himself." tn a Pinch, Use ALLEN'S FOOT-EASE. A powder. It cures painful,smarting, nerv. ous feet and- ingrowing nails. It's the greatest comfort discovery of the age. Makes new shoes easy. A certain cure for sweating feet. Sold by all druggists, 25c. Trial package FREE. Address A. & Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y. Trials of the Fair Sex. He--If a girl becomes a spinster after declining an offer of marriage she is apt to regret it. She--Yes; and If sh4 marries she is apt to regret it--so what can the poor girl do? ^ ' For Rent or Sale, Two Ranches of 3,000 Acres Each. Located in Custer county on South Loup river; consists of 500 acres good corn land, 60 alfalfa, 320 meadow and the balance in pasture; good improve ments. Inquire of Victor H. Coffman, Omaha, Neb. Hams of Great Astronomer Turned Into a Cafe. * For centuries a conspicuous object on the beautiful hill of Arceti, above Florence, the famous "Star Tower" of Galileo, where the great astronomer made many of his post important dis coveries, Is now practically destroyed. What goes by the name of commer cial enterprise is responsible for this act of vandalism which robs the World of another of its historic places of pilgrimage. For some months past the picturesque structure has been swathed in scaffolding while workmen Galileo's Tower, Near Florence. have been engaged in raising the quaint castellated tower by a third of its former height, piercing its walls with two new tiers of windows and adding a loggia. When the vulgar desecration is completed, in place of the venerable tower, surrounded by luxuriant masses of wild flowers, will appear an ugly conglomeration of anachronisms, standing in the dreary waste of a new-made garden and devoted to the purposes of a cafe and restaurant. WHAT THE TOMBSTONE SAYS Made Occupant of Grave a Rival of Methusaleh. One of Germantown's old grave yards contains a tombstone on wWch is a most unusual inscription. It is as follows: "Sacred to the memory of William Uxley. Died December 23, 1822, aged 949 years." How any per son could have attained such an extraordinary age many have wonder ed, but the problem has at last been solved. The dead man was 49 years of age, but when the stonecutter did the work he made Mr. Uxley 94 by mistake. Marble was expensive fn those days, and although the stone seemed to be ruined by the error, the tradesman did not feel like casting It aside. After the 94 he cut a nine, and then filled In the first nine with plaster, leading the age, 49, as re quired. The ravages of time alld weather have laid bare the work as it was originally, and now the tombstone proclaims William Uxley to have been 949 yes^rs -of age.--Philadelphia Record. Napoleon at St. Helena. From an old Japanese print pub lished in Douglas Sladen's book "More Queer Things About Japan," Na poleon is in chains surrounded by British soldiers in armor jeering at him. The picture gives an Idea of the Japanese Idea of Great Britain and European matters thirty years ago. To Guide the Blind. Blind men's dogs in London form a large and most intelligent part of the very few dogs which earn a living or help their masters to do so. The manner of their education must have puzzled many persons who have seen them resolutely guiding their poor master to his stand, or back to his home, along crowded pavements and over the cross streets. Many of these dogs are taught by a half-blind man; others are instructed by the blind men themselves especially if they have not always been blind and re member the streets and turnings. They're Biting. Jones went fishing yesterday; This is what he caught: 0 Jones went fishing yesterday: This is what he bought: "Stingaree," by E. W. Horning, is a series of captivating adventures that throw into relief the character of a daring and delightful bushranger des tined to become as familiar and popu lar a$ the celebrated Raffles himself. (Charles Seribner's Sons, New York.) When Your Grocer Says he does not have Defiance Starch, yon may be sure he Is afraid to keep It un til his stock of 12 oz. packages are sold. Defiance Starch is not only bet ter than any other Cold Water Starch, but contains 16 o?. to the package and sells for same money as 12 oz. brands. Distance oft lends enchantment to, a man's view of his wife's mother. -- New York Times. Firefly Lamp. A. firefly lamp has the cha-m of novelty. It hails from the West In dies, and is quite a pretentions af fair, being eighteen"TnChjBfc high and built in three storys. It is made of wicker and, bamboo cages, with little doors. In these cages fireflies are im- prlsoner, and ther* cared for and fed. PAIIFUHCIATICA BVEBY SUFFEREE WANTS THE VERY QUICKEST CUBE. Mr. DoaMvan Thinks the Remedy Fied by - Him with Such Remarkable Suc««m the Best--Cored by Five Boxes. " Men who have to do difficult and dangerous work on electric lines at any hour of day or night, can't afford to have auythiugthe matter with their health," said Mr. Donovan. You can imagine, therefore, how much I was alarmed one Winter's day in 1902, when I was seized by a pain just behind my right hip that made it difficult for me to walk home. It was so bad by the time I reached the house that I was obliged to go straight to bed." *' Did that relieve yon ?" •' No, the pain grew more severe and kept extending downward along my leg. I sent for a physician, and he soon de cided that I had sciatica. In a few days the whole nerve was affected, and tha least movement brought on terrible agony." . "Did your condition improve under the doctor's treatment?" " Quite the contrary. At ths end of two months I wasn't $ bit better, and at times I feared that I would mever be able to leave my bed." " How did you get out again ?" " When I was lying in bed, unable to . move and wasting away in flesh, a Mend visited me and told me about the won derful cures brought about by a great blood and nerve remedy, Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. He strongly urged me to try them, and I luckily had sense enough to take his advice." f Did you mend quickly ?" " Yes, that was the astonishing thing. I noticed a slight improvement before I had qnite finished the first box of the pills, I could get out of bed while I was on the third box, and I was entirely cured by the time I had taken five boxes." Mr, Joseph A. Donovan is living at Plaistow, New Hampshire, and is line inspector for the Haverhill, Newton and Plaistow Electric Street Railway. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are the remedy to use when the blood is thin, as in anaemia; or impure, as in rheumatism; or when the nerves are weak, as in neuralgia; or lifeless, as in partial paralysis; or when the body as a whole is ill-nourished, as in general debility. They are sold by all druggists. , ^ THE ELIXIR OF YOUTH. • „ German Scientist Gives Result of His Observations. Every age sees its earnest scientists still seeking how th£y may discover the elixir or the force which shall give us the energy, the vitality and the ap pearance of youth. A German who has been struggling with the subject Is convinced that the secret lies in keeping sound our blood vessels. We are just as old as our hearts, he de clares; and this is no pretty poetical sentiment, but a cold, scientific fact. As years creep'on, our arteries and the heart lose vigor, and we then be gin to "age." Now, we can train this ~f d£»gan, It appears, to work better than it does. Like an old clock, if treated judiciously, it will go on as well as a new one, but it does not do to give It any of the liberties of the latter. We must carefully regulate the exercise * we take, the food we eat, tljp mental , efforts we make, the muscular work we do. We should neither walk too much nor too little; we should get a3 much air as possible, yet never over sleep; we should never coddle, still less should we be rash about colds, fatigue, and so on.--London World. Were Good for Both. Paulding, Miss., May 15th.--(Spe cial)--In this neighborhood men and women alike ar& telling of the great ben^lt they have received from the use of Dodd's Kidney Pills and it fre quently happens they are the means of curing members of both sexes in the same family. Take the case of Mr. and Mrs. P. Erby. The latter voices the sentiment of both when she says: "My lips cannot express too much praise for Dodd's Kidney Pills. I suf fered with Backache and Female weakness for four or five years and I feci that I have been wonderfully helped by Dodd's Kidney Pills. My husband. t<>o, was, a sufferer for five years from a weak bladder and they also cured him." Dodd's Kidney Pills make healthy kidneys. Healthy kidneys mean pure blood and good health all over the body. No wom&n with healthy kid neys ever had female weakness. The 8now-White "Fleas." After his first day at school my 6- year-old boy was telilng me what his teacher had taught the pupils. "And she taught us all about Mary's little lamb. Can you sing it, mamma?" I began to sing, "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb." "That's it, that's it!" he interrupted excitedly* "and It had white fleas, as white as snow; but isn't It funny to sing about fleas?"--Good Housekeeping. , Deafness Cannot Be Cured br local applications, as tbev cannot reach* fhe <lt§» •ucd portion of the ear. There Is only one way to eure and that M by constitutional remedies. Deufneis Is c&used by an Inflamed condition of tbd mucous lining of the Eustachian Tube. When thlt tttbe la inflamed you have aruuibllnu sound or Im parted hearlntf, aud when It is entirely closed. Deaf- Ms* Is the result, and unless the Inflammation can b« t»ken out and tills tube restored to Its normal condi tion. hear'.OK will be destroyed Slrever; nine case# ont of ten are caused by t atarrh. which is nothlns but an Inflamed condition of the mucous surfaces. We will give One Hundred Dollars for any case of Deafness i caused by catarrh) that cannot be cure4 by Hall's Catarrh Cure. Send for circulars, free K. J. CHENEY * CO., Toledo O. Bold by Druggists, '5c Take Hall's Family Pill* for constipation. Whist. Clinton Streeter--Great Scott! Par ker, what is that unearthly racket? "W»de Parker--The Ladies' Whist club Is Having its weekly meeting In the house next door.--Cleveland Lead er. Many Children Are Sickly. Mother Gray's Sweet Powders for Children, Used by Mother Gray, a nurse in Children's Home.New York, Care Feverishness,Head ache, Stomach Troubles. Teething Dis orders, Break up Colds and Desiroy Worms. At all Druggists',25c. Sample mailed FREE, Address Allen S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y» Is It possible ve are not to have a dramatized .version of the Chadwlck case? Plso's Cure Is the best medicine we ever used for all affections of the throat and lungs.--Wm O. Endblbt, Vanburen, lad., Feb. 10.1000. ^ China is now seeding students to West Point Japan jdoeea't have to. 1 .~i i