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“EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 1, 1895-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. SKATING IN PARIS A Brief Season in the Gay City, but Heartily Enjoyed. PICTORESQUE SCENES ON THE ICE Where Americans and English Meet People With Titles. INDOORS PRACTICE Byecial Correspondence of The Evening Star. PARIS, November 27, 1805. N ROME, WHEN IT Jee all the school children are given a holiday. In Paris, when there is skating, the young, unmarried girls of good society take a unique outing. They are allowed to sKate; and as their mammas cannot pre- tend to follow them upon the Ice, they breathe the air of freedom for an hour. At dances they sit with mamma. A youth approaches: “Madame, will you loan me your daughter for this waltz?” Yes, certain- ly—if he be eligible. Then he brings her back, all glowing. “Madame, here is your incomparable daughter; take notice that I have brought her back in the same good condition, reasonable wear and tear ex- Or words cepted, in which I received her.” to that effect. When she goes bicycling her father, broth- er, chaperon or servent never quits her. When she 1s Invited to the theater, mother {s Invited with her. her She hes never eallers in the evening, except an occasional cousin in the afternoon. When she is en- aged to be married, the happy youth, or bald head, as the case may be, sits in a cor- ner of the room with her and mamma sits ten feet away. rule not to trust girls. Perhaps the low temperature of a skating.pond, coupled with the infrequency of ice to skate on, is at the bo.tem of this thawing when there is ques- tion of le patinage. “Patin” is a skate; to “patiner” is to skate, and “patinage” meaas skating. ‘“Patiner,” as an active verb, means also to paw or handle. more, in the railway jargon, it refers to the sliding of cars when the brakes refuse to! work. Let her slide! the mamma thinks, she can’t slide far. Flrtage Au patinage, Amour Pendant huit jours! “Huit jours"—eight days—the French al- ways say elght days when they mean a week, is the skating limit of many a winter in Paris. It is the golden week, that cold week when skating comes to Paris. Out in the Bois there Is the lake, the “great lake,” not to speak of many a pond. At Versailles there are the “great waters” and the long canal. All the Parisian youth make for the ice; and inability to skate 1s not looked on as a rea- scn for not skating. ‘The great lake is broad and long ard dot- ted with many an Island. Around the edges, in sheltered tents, the mothers may warm themselves, for a consideration, drink hot spiced wine, and wait. Brazlers filled with redhot charcoal form warm oxses here | and on the islands. The roads around the Jake are filled with cabs kept by the hour. “Hot chestyut me" cho wear fur caps— sell fragrant, comfortaole packazes at five cents each. So long as the young folks can have a paper bag full of hot chestnurs in their hands to warm ihem, they will skate and shout. The best amateur skater in Paris is an In France it is a cardinal | So, further- | American girl, and she dress23 in_olive- Ereon eiged with squirrel, with a fur cap | and muff. She says that without fur there is no skating. Fur is more important than sharp skates. It may be chinchilla, otter, sable, squirrel, bear, be. r, seal, marten, rabbit, skunk or muskrat, though the more expensive it is the better the skating will be. She thinks she could skate from Paris to St. Petersburg in sable. The next im- portant thing is to have a bag of hot chest- nets in your muff. ‘Phe third ts to have a | skirt that hangs a trifle higher in the back than in the front. ihe fourth requisite Is that the majority of the other skaters stould skate badly, in particular the other girls. And the last {3 that two or three of the other men should sk. extremely well. Under such conditions skating is a dream, and in the dainty stage-setting of the Paris Bois, a heavenly dream. The Parisian youths and damsels are not jealous of these good skaters. They are havirg such happiness that they do not care if they skate well or tll Neither ! young mea nor maidens tn America can imagine the peculiar thrill. They can im- agine it no more than a person of normal eyesight can imagine the raptures of a | myopic pauper child fn his first posses- sion of a pair of near-sighted glasses fitted to correct his defect. Where all had been a blur, all now becomes clear. Where life had been flavoriess, it appears immediately to be replete with savor. So the Parisian girl without her jealous mother on her | back, so the Parisian youth, free for the first time to romp with her—with the daughter, not the mother—experience a fine inflation of their beings, corporeal and sp:ritual, as if all the ether of the uni- verse were laughing gas and they were breathing all of It at once. When the ice really does come to Paris | the evening papers ¢ome out with a special | edition, and the morning papers confirm the news. “The prefect of police has issued an order permitting the public to skate on the great lake and on the ponds of the Bois. The Seine, still being dangeroi all persons are warned not to approach it, under pen- alty of fine and imprisonment.” Then all Paris skurries to the Bois. If they should have skating all winter, I believe the Parisians would care nothing for the sport. But skating is always a novelty, for the boulevardier, the actress, the stock broker, the young wife, be she countess or shop keeper, and the jeune personne just out of school. Indeed, the society is very mixed out on the great lake. There are fat men who skate by In gold spectacles and long over- coats, curly-haired rastas in knee breeches and fur-trimmed skating jackets; thin, blue- nosed notaries in tail silk hats and frock coats; windy-bearded artists in slouch hz and velveteen pantaloons; tough clerks, smoking pipes in the hope of being taken for English; gray-mustached officers, erect and unmistak.ble, although In muftl; awkward and serious common soldiers, in their red and blue; flirting young elubmen out to make a conquest. There are pretty girls who always skate hands, and never look at the gentlemen; nice mammas, with their little children; fabric. They all skate peaceably together, renting the same skates, eating the same hot chestnuts, drinking the same hot spiced wine, warming themselves at the same braziers, slipping and falling, feet in air, | of equal whiteness. It is a real lesson in equality, fraternity and Iiberty. These French people are delightfully charitable to each other. There is room on the lake for everybody. But the lake ts not the grand chic. Those who think too well of themselves to skate promiscuously—they will have a fenced-of place in heaven later on—move earth and sky to get admission to the exclusive Cercle des Patineurs. An artstocratic polo club has rented a meadow in the Bois. In the alone, two by two, who squeeze each other's | saucy shop girls; the whole feminine social | | with the same grace and displaying lingerie | | er’s bat and coat. winter they flood this meadow and skate on it. A low fence surrounds the sacred pool, to pass which barrier requires a deal of in- fluence. The members of this select club are of two classes: (1) Rich Americans and English, who pay all the expenses and fur- nish all the entertainment; (2) French no- bility, Spanish royalty, and lords and ladies from ali European countries, given admis- sion free on the express condition that they come and skate politely with the English and Americans. They are even given their skates. It ts the most delightful trip in the world to walk out of a frosty afternoon, when all the Bois is glistening white and the icicles in the trees are glit- tering like diamonds, and then stand lean- ing negligently on the fence and take in the gay scene. One swells with pride to see his simple repub- lican fellow-citizens on such good terms with the nobility of Europe. Instead of hot spiced wine, they have Russian cara- van tea, at one hun- dred and twenty- eight dollars a pound. Instead of carrying hot chest- nuts in their mutts the ladies keep warm by means of electric bustles. Every morn- ing a custodian goes over the ice with a patent sweeper to gather up the dia- monds dropped by the Americans, the h’s dropped by the English and the hints a dropped by the French nobility. All these people, the just and the unjust, the aristocratic and the plebeian, learn to skate indoors. There is so iittle natural skating in Paris that no one would heve opportunity to learn if he depeudd on the winter ice. Two large establishments sup- ply a long-felt want. They respectiv' ly, the “Ice Palace” and the “North Pole. In each case old cyclorama buildings have been utilized to establish a rink. The large center of the floor, like a great cireus ring, is laid in artificial ice. ly, there is no water underneath, and the ice has no elasticity. Yet, it is better than nothing, and ts practiced on with some avid- ity by amateurs. And the Ice Palace, which T hear is to be duplicated in New York, has attained a height of chic almost eqnal to that of the Cercle des Patineurs. Young American girls who wish to take lessons In the mornings, to fit them to skate with the nobility in the afternoons, mrst pay two dollars and a half a lesson, besides a dollar fee to the attendant. Her mother must come with her, and pay a dollar en- trance fee. For this price you may skate in the best society of Paris, especially Amert- can. Indeed, there are almost too many Americans at the Palais de Glace, they im- pede each other, very much as people do at a fire or a torchlight procession. STERLING HEILIG. a COLLECTED THE BILL. A Barber Tries a New Scheme to Foree Payment. There is a one-chair barber shop in South- east Washington. The proprietor formerly owned a grocery store, but injudicious cred- its broke him up. A man entered the little shop and took a seat in the chair. The barber tucked a towel under his chin, lath- ered his face, then, pussing the keen edge of the razor across his customer's windpipo, said: You owe me a grocery bill of $20. Will you pay it or shall I collect it now?” The man in the chair saw in the glass a determined face, a firm old on a glittering blade, and, producing two $0 bills, jumped from the chair and ran, saying: “I don’t want any receipt, and never mind the shave.” In a few minutes a boy came in with the barber's towel, and requested the custom- —~ BIRDS FIND IT USEFUL, Some of the Curtosities in the Phila- delphia City Hall Tower. From the Pittsburg Telegraph. As an aviary the big hat which tops the statue of William Penn on the city hall tower, Philadelphia, promises to be a suc- cess, for already several members of the feathered tribe have made it their home. Recently a pair of pigeons began house- keeping on the broad rim of the hat, and now have a family of five fat little squabs squawking lustily for food. The birds are quite tame, and seem to have no fear of the workmen from the Tacony iron works, who make frequent visits to the top of the statue to inspect the immense affair. Some weeks ago a workman who mounted to the top of the long flight of steps leading to the hat found a lean and hungry-looking rat lying upon the rim. It wa3 about two- thirds grown and so emaciated that It could make no effort to escape. The kind-hearted fellow pitied the poor creature, and making up his mind that it was hungry he opened his package of lunch and threw a morsel of Lread to the rodent. This was quickly swal- jowed, together with sundry other pieces, and the rat grew accustomed to look for the daily visits of his benefactor and became quite tame. The workman a few days ago took some fellow-workmen up to see his pet, but the rat, frightened by one of the others, leaped from the workman's hand and fell to the street below. Natural- | A CHRISHMASTIDE — CRISIS BY JUSYINDHUNTLY MoCARTHY, Author of “Iyfjmedg’ “Lily Lass,”’ ‘One Christ ih ements ete. (Copyright, 1805, by Bacheller, Johnson & Bacheller.) Philo Ames shivered slightly as the club doors swung to behind him. The contrast between thf Warmth and brightness, the noise and ldfighter of the place he had just quitted with the gold, the darkness and the stitiness of , ne he surveyed had in it sufficient elements of depressfon to chill even one less lightly susceptible to ex- ternals than Philo Ames. He stood for a few seconds irresolutely on the threshold. Should he think better of it, he asked him- self, and return to the mirth, the comfort and the companionship he had just aban- doned. His host had reproached him when he left with the severest reproach that Lord Lancelot ever addressed to a guest, the reproach of being a “‘quitter,” one who quitted too early the society of his fellows and the triune intoxications of wine, to- bacco and wit. He knew that if he chose to return his comrades of three- minutes ago would welcome him with enthusiasm, that Lancelot would smile an approval tempered with irony, and that one other might be added to the sum of enjoyable hours. But even while he hesitated, toy- ing with temptation, he shrugged his shoulders at his yacillation and decided to face the night. The dinner had been very pleasant; that was so much te the good. Lancelot was a king of hosts; the company had been quite to his taste; the memory of some green curacoa still lingered, dream- lest of drowsy sirups, on his plate and in his mind. All had been well; it might not have proved better if he had loitered longer with the Lancelot fellowship. And, be- | sides—besides, there was always that bit of | paper, which might, after all, mean some- thing. He read it over again, in memory, as he stood there, with his back to the brightness of the club hall, with his face to the dark- ness and the discomfort of the embank- ment. It was a small piece of paper, ob- viously the half of a sheet that had been torn catelessly off, and it came clumsily folded up in an envelope of a size and shape destined for a quite different kind of paper. But the note inside was written on letter paper of an attractive simplicity, and the writing was in a woman’s hand that had a distinction, that carried boldness of script almost to exaggeration. All it said was: “Can you be seen on the embank- ment at midnight on Christmas eve, near Cleopatra's Needle?” That was all, but the few werds with their large black strokes and bold curves filled the page from corner to corner. Philo Ames had smiled as he read it. He had received some curious letters in his time, but none, as it seemed to him, quite so curious as this in the cool sim- plicity of its peremptoriness. At first, after smiling at It, he was for tearing it in two and forgetting all about it. But some- thing fascinating in the handwriting re- strained his fingers. The letter could not be answered, so he might leave for later decision the temptation, which seemed sud- denly almost a desire, to obey his unknown correspondent. He was dining with Lord Lancelot at the St. Stephen's Club on that day. Did thg-wyiter know that, Philo won- dered, in nanting the embankment for the mysterious ityst? This possibility added to the interest! ‘The thing might be a joke, might be earnest ard es had put the letter in telling himself that he would think about He crossed fib road, ard, pausing for a oked up at the moon-face of the ek tower. It wanted three minutes of He turned away, and, leaning over the parapet, looked: into the blackness of the river below him. Its aspect chilled him, lll and cold and desolate; spirit of desolation seemed to be over the whole place. His way wz: ventful for the first few kundred yards. The highway seemed abso- lutely deSericd, and the footpath, as far as he could ahead of him, was‘as idle as a desert. No loafers seemed to be loung- ing on the ben. too raw and cold even pose in £0 tnkind a p No policeman seemed to cwn.that weary way for his beat, ard Philo, as he notel this, thougit that if mischief were indee should have to face he might. now within a few yards of the elisk that had lasted through so y gaps of time to be his goal this night, and he could still d presence of any human being s in the neighborhood of the monolith, suppose it wes a joke, after all” he said to himself, ard he was just deciding that it was a very poor joke, and that he was a fool to waste some better-spent time in its solution, when he became aware that after ail he was not alone. A figure came toward him out of darkness of the shadow piller, came so suddenly almost as if it had detached itself from the sclid monument to greet him. It was the figure of a woman, who seemed to be as the t the base of the that it seemed So much he could see at the first glance, and in a moment he felt sure that this must be the creature he had come to meet. She must have waited close in the padow of the stone until she saw h coming, and he slightly quickened his pace to join the woman, tood, clear and obvious, on the the vivid circle of a lamp, evidently waiting for him. Philo came up near to the woman and halted. SI clearly, and he looked at her closely. He saw a face that was very pale with a pal- lor that was intensified by the living red- ress of the lips, and by the excee brightness of the eyes. It was the eyes pecially that fixed and fascinated him. Philo Ames had looked into the eyes of so many women and read many meanings in their depths, but it s2zemed to him in that moment that he had never before seen eyes so strangely brilllant, so lit with somber fire, so haunting in their expression, so mmanding In their appeal. The face was very beautiful with its white beauty, with its circle of black hair, with {ts warm, red mouth, but the charm of the eyes dominated he rest and put them out of raind. ‘ou come most punctually upon your hour,” she said, gravely, and before the sur- prise on Ames’ face at this unexpected | not allow himself time to reflect upon closely enveloped in fur as he was himself. | } ge 2 did not move; he could see her | greeting had time to fade or change, she continued in the same strains with the fit- ting sequence: “For this relief much thanks, *tis bitter cold, and I—” and with the pro- noun she paused, and the unexpected quo- tation drifted away into a sigh. Ames said the only thing he could very well say un- der the circumstances; he said: “Let me hope that you are not sick at heart.” The woman looked away for a moment, looked at the sullen river and the shining distant lights, then her great dark eyes fix- ed their gaze again upoa Philo’s face. “Perhaps I am,” she answered. “It was very good of you to come, and yet I felt He Read It Over Again in Memory. sure that you would come; and you see that I was right.” Philo felt and appreciated the eccentrici- ty of the occasion. “You sent for me,” he said, with a man- ner of grave courtesy, “and I am here. Can I be of any service to you?” The woman replied, after the fashion of women, to one question with another. “Do you care for life?’ she asked, siowly and earnestly. There was something absurd in the ut- terance of such a question, at such a time and under such conditions, which would usually have made Philo laugh. Rut, though the positian was incongruous, though the question was grotesque, Philo did not feel moved to laughter. The woman appeared to be in earnest, the woman certainly was beautiful, and her eyes seemed, in the fine phrase of Portia, to have overlooked her companion for a moment's time. He did e queerness of this eccentric encounter, upon the amazing ‘abruptness of the interroga- tion, upon the sinister possibilities that might be associated with the adventure. Indeed, sinister possibilities never counted for much in Philo Ames’ estimate of an in- teresting situation, and the present situa- tion had at least the merit of being ex- ceedingly interesting. So he gave back an earnest gaze into the dark eyes of his companion, while he thought of some appropriate reply to her question. But he could think of nothing on the spur of the moment more appropri- ate than the vague and non-committal formula of “That depends,” and so he said that, wjth an effort to make it seem in- formed with many meanings. It did not have a very satisfactory effect upon the woman. A look of disdain shadowed her eyes with a deeper darkness and tightened the tension of her red lips. “You declared once,” she said, “that a man like yourself, a man with no special purpose in life, always ought to ve ready to place his life at the'service of a beautl- ful woman. Do you remember?” Philo shrugged his shoulders slightly. It was very likely, indeed, that he had said something of the kind, at some time or other, to some one or other. Indeed, it was probable that he had said those words, or words resembling them, many times to “Do you think Iam beanutifal.” many persons. But he could not recall any special occrsion, and he said so. The wo- man frowned at his explanation. “You said so once,” she replied, “to one who was then a dear friend of yours, who happened to be a dear friend of mine, and who repeated your phrase to me. Never mind the name, you may very well have forgotten it; and at least you never knew my name and never saw my face before.” “Yours is not a face,” said Philo, “that a man, once seeing it, 1S at all likely to for- “Do you think I am beautiful?” she ask- ed him, suddenly, shifting her position as she spoke, so that the light of the 'amp fell more fully upon her face. Ames an- swered her with a quiet assurance: “I know that you are very beautiful—one of the mcst beautiful women that I have ever seen." For a moment the tmpassiveness of he woman’s pale face lapsed into a smile of satisfacticm Ames noted with pleasure that the trarsition did nothing to diminish the impression of loveliness that he had just praised so highly. “Then I am tempted,” she said, “to re- mind you of your old-time chivalry and to claim the fulfillment of your vow—even though it was not made over the pea- cock.” Perhaps there was a subtle suggestion of hysteria in her fantastic speech which touched Ames, or perhaps it was the en- chantment of her physical beauty as it showed under that glimmering gas lamp; perhaps an appreciation of both possibili- ties led him to answer, very gently and very decisively, that he should consider himself very fortunate if it were in his power to be of any use in any way to her. The woman caught eagerly at his words. “Come with me,” she said, and as she spoks she clutched rather than took hold of Philo’s arm, and seemed in her impa- tience to seek to drag him along with her. Philo surrendered himself with impassive acquiescence to all her actions. It was al ways his rule when he began a gime to play it out to the end, and as he had once for all decided to accept this chance of en- tertainment he was now stubbornly re- solved to see the thing out to its end. His companion hurried him along the embank- ment as far as to the neighborhood of the next gas lamp. Then Ames saw that a hansom cab was in waiting, its two lamps gleaming in the dreary darkness like the eyes of a belated owl, When they got close to it Philo saw that the cab driver was ap- parently engaged in an animated conversa- tion with a policeman, who seemed to be questioning him sternly as to his unoccu- pied presence then and there. When the cabman saw Ames and his unknown friend come toward him out of the darkness he straightened himself from the stooped at- titude he had adopted in conference with the law and pointed triumphantly toward the woman. “There's my fare,” he said, with a hoarse exultation. “I told you I had a fare all along, but you wouldn't believe me.” The policeman did not appear to be greatly reassured by the arrival of a pair When he had only heard of one, for he turned the light of his lantern upon the couple, though at the same time, seeing no cause for interference, he drew back a few paces and surveyed the scene with watchful majesty. | Philo’s companion whispered to him to get into the cab. While he obeyed she said a few words to the cabman, then she got in in her turn and the cab drove briskly off. Philo could hear his compunion give a sigh of relief and in the next moment he felt his hand caught in hers in a pressure that implied a very great sense of gratitude. (To be concluded Monday.) 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Prang & Co., whose productions in this line have always had the best of reputation, send a box of beautiful cards and calendars, varying in size from tiny single leafs to artistically illustrated books of several pages, printed in the most delicate colors and exquisite taste in the choice of sub- jects. The art of Christmas card publica- tion. has advanced in a wonderful degree, as evidenced by these annual productions of the famous presses in America. Raphael Tuck & Sons of London, Paris and New York have issued some large cal- erdars for 1806 in their customarily beau- tiful style. One of them, called Flower Faces, is an unique achievement. The children’s books from the Tuck press are very pretty this year, and as artistic as everything else that’ comes from this widely known establishment. es AMERICAN HORSES ABROAD. The French Dislike the Importations From the United States. Fram the New York Herald. In reference to the intention of M. Georges Graux, deputy for the Pas-de-Calais, to question the minister of war on the alleged purchase of American horses by the military authorities, the Poste publishes the state- ing of the French Agricultural Society. M. Lavalard says he saw the arrival of several cargoes of these animals, which come from Kentucky, Indiana, Mlinois and Wiscgnsin. They met with a ready sale. These horses are useful in many ways, and French breeders could not help but view with consternation these arrivals from America. M. Lavalard asked whether the epathy manifested by French agriculturists did not favor this state of affairs. French breeders placed upon the market horses from three aid a half to four and a half years old. The animals were in bad condi- ticn and far inferior to the American horses, which were five years old and ready for any kind of work. In addition to this, the price of the latter, even when the cost of trans- port was reckoned, was below that of French, Danish, German or Hungarian borses. So far French markets have been little affected by these importations. It was prin- cipally in Germany that the last cargoes had been sold, and the Americans, says M. Lava- lard, appear certain of success. In addition to the importations already made orders have been delivered for more than 4,000 of these horses, which are to be sold in Europe next spring. M. Lavalard, a high authority on these matters, thinks that If France understands her role in the present situation she will make an effort to solve the difficulty. The administration des haras and the minister of war must renounce the present methods. | The purchase of three-year-olds should cease completely and a thorough study of horse breeding should be made. — +00 Altogether. Another Ki From the Chicago Record, Patient—“See here, you advertise that you extract teeth without pain.” Dentist—“Certainly; but not this kind cf teeth.” “What, then?" “False teeth.” @SS5G00000 Soe attacks of Diphtheria, and has character can be used. The system may be ahead It thinks for itself! Reader, do you think for SSSEODOGHOE PAE It is a well-known fact that disease germs cannot live in pure blood. By pure blood is not by nature. For example: A perfectly healthy person is immune to Smallpox, Diphtheria and othi UE GR When, however, the system falls below will it be accepted into the depleted system. It is upon this line that the Animal HEORY _ OF HEALTH Sa become IMMUNE. of the times! yourself? PUT UP NOW IN LARGE BOTTLES, $1.25. BOSSES 9S SSS68 EATER Th When this immunity has been secured, which is indicated by the injections of virus no longer having any effect, in! However, the public of the present age is more intelligent than it was one hundred years ago. —& HEALTH vi par—i. e., becomes weakened, it loses,its immunity and becomes prey to any d 9 IMMUNITY CAN BE TRANSEF When Vaccine virus is taken from the cow and inocculated into the human system it creates immunity. It produces’ a mild form of Smallpox (Varioloid). The system when attacked by this disease puts forth its greatest efforts and successfully throws it off, at the same time immunizing itself to the Smallpox for a certain period. = partes o . Sees are In the administration of the great remedy Antitoxin in Diphtheria, the following procedure is adopted: A healthy animal is selected, preferably a horse, which is inocculated daily with diphtheritic virus, until it has had, so to speak, numerous mild A MEANS IMMUNITY TO DIS only meant blood free from impurities, but also STRONG blood—that is, blood which is charged with certain DISEASE KILLING elements furnished er so-called contagious diseases. IMAL EASE. —& GREAT ERR ED. Golumbia Chemical Company, Washington, D. G. SSOOSE SHS SOSH SHS SST HOSS SSS Kis & eaeo SESSOSSSSSS® TER THE IMMUNITY. ase with which it comes in contact. The graver the character of the disease and the more virulent its poison, the more readily cision is made in the neck of the horse and DIPHTHERITIC SERUM (immunizing materia!) abstracted. This is given by inoccu- lation to the Human patient suffering from Diphtheria. The disease-fighting element which had been operating in the horse in turn sets to work in the system of the human patient and finally EXPELS THE DISEASE COMPLETELY. tracts are used, with, however, this difference: In the treatment of diseases of other forms—that is, diseases which have not the virulence or fatality of those above mentioned, immunizing material of a milder In health each organ of the animal (including man) continually throws off its own immunizing material, sufficient to preserve it against disease under ordinary circumstances. This immunizing material we collect in the form of ANIMAL EX- TRACTS from animals selected with a view to their particular adaptability for the purpose. To illustrate: The heart'of the ox—from which the Animal Extract CARDINE is made—is much larger and stronger than the similar organ in man. It is, therefore, reasonable to presume that it throws off a greater amount of the immunizing element. If the heart of the ox is taken when it is yet warm, is macerated and treated in the manner in which the Animal Extracts are prepared, a product is obtained which, when taken into the human system, produces a most beneficial effect in dispelling disease of the Heart and strengthening the Heart’s action. Hence the ANIMAL EXTRACTS! With the above explanation, and the fact borne in mind that pain, wherever located in the human body, is simply a nervous manifestation of the conflict going on between disease and its enemy (the immunizing element referred to), the system is complete. It is not new; it is thousands of years old. The medical profession has partially adopted it; not, however, without a struggle. This is not to be wondered at when it is remembered that Jenner when he first announced the discovery of vacci- nation was deemed a lunatic and efforts were made to imprison him; and Harvey, who discovered the circulation of the blood, was similarly treated. < ALL DRUGGISTS. 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