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BE WARNED! Heed . Nature’s warnings! Pain tells of lurking dis- ease. Backache Is kidney pain—a warning of kidney ills. Urinary trou- bles, too, come to tell you the kidneys are sick. Constant weariness, head- aches, dizzy spells, days of pain, nights of unrest are dan- * ger signals warn- ing you to cure the kidneys. Use Doan’s Kidney Pills, which have made thou- sands of permanent cures. Frank D. Overbaugh, cattle-buyer and farmer, Catskill, N. Y., says: “Doctors told me ten years ago that I had Bright’s Disease, and said they could do nothing to save me. My back ached so I could not stand it to even drive about, and passages of the kidney secretions were so frequent as to annoy me greatly. I was growing worse all the time, but Doan’s Kid- ney Pills cured me, and I have been well ever since.” A FREE TRIAL of this great kidney medicine which cured Mr. Overbaugh will be mailed on application to any part of the United States. Address Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. For sale by all dealers; price 50 cents per box. vide Remarkable Woman. Diggs—My wife is a genius, Biggs—Indeed? Diggs—That’s what. Why, she can actually sharpen a lead pensil without making it appear as is she had used her teetn instead of a knife—Chicago News. $100 Reward, $100. ‘The readers of this paper‘will be pleased to learn that there is at least one dreaded disease that science has been able to cure in all {ts stages, and that 1s Catarrh. Hall's Catarrh Cure {s the only positive cure now known to the medical fraternity. Catarrh being & constitutional disease, ranulas ‘@ constitu- tional treatment, Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken {n- ternally, acting directly upon the blood and mucous surfaces of the system, thereby destroying the foundation of the disease, and giving the patient strength by bullding up the constitution and asstst- ing nature tn doing its work, The proprietors have fo much faith in its curative powers that they offer One Hundred Dollars for any case that it fails to cure. Send for list of testimonials, J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, O. ruggists, 75c. Family Pills for consttpation. DREAMS NEW SUMMER DRINKS. Soda Dispenser Explains About Some Liquid Nightmares. i The man in the white duck coat who serves ice cream soda, koumiss, egg- nog and other more or less exhilarat- ing drinks, was holding forth on the subject of dreams to the woman who wanted half milk and half vichy. “I dream most of the new summer drinks,” he said sententiously, as he juggled an egg phosphate in a silver shaker/until the ice tinkled like casta- nets. “I dreamed that Frozen Rosie that every one was wild about last summer. Yep! Dreamed it in March. Now I’m beginning again. Last night I dreamed I was mixing a grape juice cocktail when the fountain exploded and the grape juice fell into the ice creams. I fished out a glassfull, ice cream, grape juice and all, added a dash of sugar and a cherry, and what did I have? A midsummer night’s dream of a drink. I woke up thigsty. The names sound like dreams, too,” suggested the woman, mildly lapping her vichy and milk. “I dream those, too. I had a whole string of names for that new com- bination I invented last night. ‘Cream of the vineyards,’ ‘frozen Catawba,’ ‘malaga mousse,’ ‘raisin frappe,’ all struck me as fine. I could call it after any old kind of grape that sounded well, and that last, ‘raisin frappe,' would take well with the folks who like something foreign in theirs. Raisin is French for grape, and doesn’t mean raisins, and we’d explain that—if it wasn't rush hours—as we mixed it.”— Would Make Trouble. “Money talks,” said the rich man. “Oh, no it doesn’t,” was the reply, “and it’s a mighty good thing that it doesn’t, too.” “why?” “Because if it did it might be put on the witness stand to the great dis- comféture of the people who have it.”—~ Chicago Post. IN AN OLD TRUNK, Baby Finds a. Bottle of Carbolic Acid and Drinks It. While the mother was unpacking an old trunk a little 18 months’ old baby got hold of a bottle of carbolic acid while playing on the floor and his stomach was so badly burned it was feared he would not live for he could not eat ordinary foods. The mother says in telling of the case: “It was all two doctors could do to save him as it burnt his throat and stomach so bad that for two months after he took the poison nothing would lay on his stomach. Finally I took him into the country and tried new milk and that was no better for him. His grandma finally suggested Grape-Nuts and I am thankful I adopt- anything else. He commenced to get better right away and would not eat anything else. He commence dto get fieshy and his cheeks like red roses and now he is entirely well. “T took him to Matamoras on a visit and every place we went to stay to eat he called for Grape-Nuts and 1 would have to explain how he came to rall for it as it was his main food. “The names of the physicians who attended the baby are Dr. Eddy of this town and Dr. Geo. Gale of New- port, O., and any one can write to me or to them and learn what Grape. Nuts food will do for children and grown-ups, too.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Look in Yach pkg. for the famoug {ttle book. “The Road to Wellville.” Tom Gallon CHAPTER VII.—Continued. She was just looking about, and seeing that the place held a rough ta- ble and a wooden chair or two, which could be dimly discerned by the aid of a stray ray or two of moonlight fil- tering in through the broken shutters, and through the door she,had left open, when she heard, h those quick ears upon which she had, had to depend so often, the sound of voices —and then the laugh of a man. Rap- idly deciding that it might be danger- ous for her to be found there, dressed and jeweled as she was, if these men were poachers or country night-birds of any sort, she got out of the place, covering her tracks, as it were, by closing the door carefully again; and then, hearing the voices unpleasantly near, slipped back round an angle of the wall and dropped down, as we know, among the undergrowth, and listened and watched. Sometimes, in an uneasy dream, one sees a face that has long passed out of one’s life—just in the flash of a moment, as it were—and-wakes, and laughs to think how absurd it was that that face could ever have ap- peared at all. So the woman, crouch- ing in the shawods, saw a tall man she did not know pass up to the door of the house and kick it open; then saw, emerging from behind the trees, a face she knew distinctly—a face so startling, there in that spot, that she clapped a hand hard upon her lips to save herself from crying out—the face of Owen Jaggard, last seen when the man was sauntering through a dark street of San Francisco, and when she had held her breath in a doorway while he passed and wondered with dread if he would see her. For a moment she lay there, stun- ned and bewildered. In the fierce ag- ony and terror of the moment she was in a mood to run to the door of the Place and beat it in and face this man, if only to convince herself that she had not been dreaming. She had left him thousands of miles away; she had carefully obliterated every trace of her identity so that he should not follow her; she had come, in the strangest fashion, to England under another name, and with a story at- tached to her which should inevitably wipe out every trace of the Joyce Bland he had known; yet here was the man, coming secretly by night to a cottage on the very estate she had claimed, walking as close to her, un- consciously, as he had walked that night in San Francisco. What did it mean? The panes of glass in the shattered windows had long since been smashed. In the dead silence of the night Joyce heard the scraping of the match as Roger Hawley lit the candle; heard distinctly the voices of the men. She waited in dread while the one man made his discovery as to her recent presence in the house, and while the other ran up the stairs to look about. Still she dare not creép away; her one thought—the one frantic desire in her mind—was to know why these men had met, and why Owen Jaggard was there. She heard from the lips of the stranger who he was: that Roger Hawley who had been cast out of the inheritance that should have been his, and who had evidently come back to spy out the land. Then she heard that extraordinary remark about “the two Grace Yarwoods.” She crept nearer to the shattered window, put her head against it and Mstened. Roger Hawley, after asking that question, had sat silent, waiting for the other man to speak. “It appears,’as I’ve told you, that there’s one Grace Yarwood up at the Dig house,” said Owen Jaggard, slowly and impressively—‘another down at the place we’ve left to-night. Do I un- derstand that the one at the big house had to make good her claim before she could step in and run the show?” “Clearly,” replied Roger Hawley. “I know nothing about the matter be- yond the fact that the long-lost and muth-advertised-for Grace Yarwood has appeared; that is the primal rea- son for my being here; I wanted to gee what had happened. Now, what of this other one?” “That’s what I don’t know,” said Owen Jaggard, cautiously. “I met her quite by accident a day or two back; I find them. again—the girl, and the old man who is looking after her—at the very gates of this place. Seems to me there’s going to be trouble.” “Two of them—the one established, the other hiding in secret,” said Roger Hawley, musingly. “My word! if they both fall out; if, when the imposter stands against the real one (for one of them must be an imposter, you know)—if then each condemns the other—well, there may be a chance for me after all. It’s only that broth- er of mine that’s the difficulty. The veal Grace Yarwood can’t touch a pen- ny unless she marries him.” “What?” Owen Jaggard had sprung to his feet and seemed, to the listen- fing woman outside, to have overturn- ed a chair in doing so. “What do you mean?” : “I mean that Grace Yarwood will hold her fortune on that strict stipu- lation: that she marries my younger brother—Raymond Hawley—and holds OOOOCOOOOO OOOO the fortune jointly with him. Happen- ing to watch a day or two back, I saw him go into the house quite late— doubtless to meet her.” There was a long silence, while Joyce strained her ears to listen for the next words. They came, slowly and deliberately enough, from Owen Jaggard. “Mr. Hawley, you and me will be partners in this business, we’ve both got something at stake. We'd better divide the business to save time and trouble. I'll deal with the Grace Yar- wood up at Hawley Park,” he added, grimly, with a fist coming down smart- ly on the table. “Is that understood?” ‘Seeing that you know the lady, it might be well, perhaps,” said Roger Hawley, with a laugh. “And I will seek out the other Grace Yarwood among the gipsies. I like the look of her. In a word, my dear unknown friend—unknown, that is, until to- night—you run your woman and I'll run mine; we'll see what happens— eh?” Joyce Bland got up cautiously from among the bushes and crept out into the moonlight. She had heard all that could be of use to her; she knew with whom she had to deal, at least. In her mind was a confused idea that the fight had really begun with this night; it had begun with the coming of Owen Jaggard. He must be si- lenced at any- cost; but what of this Grace Yarwood of whom they spoke? Was it possible that the girl she had left dying in the hut in Nevada had been brought back to life?—or was it possible that some other woman, knowing the story, had come forward to put in a claim to the great fortune that was waiting? At all events, she need not fear that; she had already proved her claim up to the hilt. The one person to be got out of the way was Owen Jaggard. As Joyce Bland gathered her skirts about her and raced back to the house in the moon- light, that was the one thought in her mind. The two men who had met so strangely after some further conver- sation parted; Roger Hawley to re- main in the tumble-down cottage, and Owen Jaggard to take his way out into the country, in his own mysterious fashion, and to mature his plans re- garding the woman he had followed half over the world. In the mind of the latter man was a deeply buraing resentment that she should have been so willing to break faith with him—so eager to cast him aside at the first op- portunity;~ while, on the other hand, there was a grim determinatipn that he would have a share in whatever fortune she might have secured. Roger Hawley slept the remainder of the night away, and came out into the morning sunlight to fulfill his part of the bargain he had made. There was no very clear idea in his mind as to what he ‘should do; only that evil spirit of mischief that had always been uppermost in the man told him that this was to be a war of wits, and that he might stand a chance if it came to a rough-and-tumble for the fortune. With quite a sporting in- stinct he had determined, if possible, to get hold of this new Grace Yar- wood who had come on the scene, and to run her against the other, as it were. If, as he more than suspected. she was an imposter, he would at lease be able to give thoss whom he regarded as his natural enemies a very considerable amount of trouble, which would be something of a re- ward in itself; on the other hand, he was to take up « sort of partnership with a young and beautiful girl, whose face ,seen but for a moment in the moonlight in the gipsy camp the night before, had strongly impressed him. He was fortunate in his venture at once. It happened that Grace had also awakened early, and had come out of the little, hot tent and had made her way out of the tent into the woods. This was a new and won- derful heaven for her; this was what she had dreamed of all her life. This was England!—England of the soft, sweet woods and the bright flowers, and the dew, and the birds. There had been nothing like this in her life before; she could not come out to greet and meet it all too early. So she went on and on, without hee@ing in which direction she wan- dered; and so came at last, up through the woods, to that fence which bound- ed Hawley Park, and to the gap in it. And there, seated on a bank outside the fence, was a tall man, quietly smoking. She was quite close to him before she noticed that he was there at all; and then the first thing she saw was that he was smiling, in an insolent, familiar fashion, at her, and that he still kept his pipe in his mouth. She stopped and faltered for a mo- ment; then turned to retrace her steps. “Oh, don’t go,” the man called after her. As a matter of fact, I have come out at this unearthly hour solely to meet you. Don’t run away, because you will only give me the trouble of running after you.” “J don’t know ‘who you are, sir, or what you want,” said Greece, stopping and facing him with more bravery than she felt. “Only a moment’s conversation with wards her. “Shall I prove my right to speak to you by mentioning your name? Shall I suggest that if Miss Grace Yarwood—” . She turned upon him suddenly and seemed to hold her breath. She had guarded her secret so well—had been so careful that only old Enoch Flame should know who she was—that this sudden mention of her name, coming from a stranger whom she had met by chance, was utterly bewildering. She could only stare at him and try to de- termine what to say. “I see that I am right,” said the man, who was, of. course, no other than Roger Hawley. “You needn’t be alarmed; I am very discreet, Miss Yar- wood. I wished to find you, however, for your own sake; i! may be able to give you some good advice, Do you know where you are, my dear young lady; or are you already in possession of all the facts, and merely intend to walk into your inheritance?” “Who are you, sir, and how do you come to know me, or, I should say, to give me a name that is not mine?” “That’s right; that’s very good. By, all means keep up the game—but not with me,” said Roger Hawley, with a laugh. “I see you don’t understand quite where you are,” he added. “Let me inform you that the fence against which I lean bounds the estate known as Hawley Park. Have you come to claim it already?” he added, with a oe “Won't you tell me who you are, and how you know all this?” she ask- ed, in an anxious whisper. “With pleasure,” he replied, turning and knocking the ashes out of his pipe. My one desire is to help you. I have no other wish in life but that. If “you will come with me just a little way I will explain everything, and will show you the best and easiest way for you to set to work: It was just for that I was waiting when you came up. Pray come with me, and we can get to a mutual understanding in a very few minutes.” Bewildered and amazed at this sud- den appearance of a man she had never seen before, and who yet knew the secret of her name and her pur- pose, Grace followed Roger Hawley through the gap in the fence and along the narrow path through the tangled undergrowth until they came to the cottage. Then, as he thrust open the door and smilingly signed her to en- ter, she went in before him and looked about her. The man followed her in and closed the door. A few streaks of sunlight were com- ing in through the shutters; the man supplemented that light with a candle, which he lit and set upon the table. Curiosity and wonder had swallowed up in the mind of Grace any feeling of fear; she wanted to hear what this magician, who knew everything with- out ever having seen her, had to say. She stood against the crazy table, watching him. “Lucky we met, isn’t it?” he asked, with a grin. “I shall save you such a lot of trouble, you know; I think we shall work quite beautifully together —you and I, Miss’—he made her a mocking bow and laughed out loud— “Miss Grace Yarwood.” “What do you mean?” she asked, looking quickly about her in the half- darkened place. “How well you carry it off, my dear!” he said. And then, bending nearer towards her, he whispered, “What a beautiful fraud you are!” (To Be Continued.) A NEW DEVICE TO GUARD A RING. Adjustable Holder to Be Used When Finger Loses Flesh. There are various causes for changes in the size of the fingers which simply means the loss of flesh between the joints, but it is seldom that the joints themselves change, except to increase in size. For this reason the person whose fingers have grown thin from sickness or other causes finds that if a ring is cut down to fit snugly where it is customarily worn there trouble in getting it over the joint. There is an easier way out of the difficulty than having the ring cut down, and one which per- mits the ring to be worn as usual should the flesh return to the hand again. There has been invented a spring device to be inserted in the ring which has the effect of decreasing the diame- ter, and at the same time drawing the ring down against the upper side of the finger. This gives the appearance of a tightly fitting ring, while in reality there may be a considerable space on the upper side; but no mat- ter how loose the ring was before the insertion of this spring, it is now held firmly in place and there is no danger of its slipping from the finger. Should it be difficult to pass the ring over the joint with/ the spring in place the latter can be slipped out before the ring is taken off. 7 USA A Ss The Empty Hand. “I thought he married a woman with a million in her own right.” “So he did, but he hasn’t been able to get his right on any of it, and so he’s left.”—Philadelphia Press. Force of Habit. “Tell me,” she asked, after she had accepted him, “am I really your first and only love?” “Well—er—no, dear,” replied the drug clerk, “but you are something just as good.”—Philadelphia Press. et es ee Her Idea of Economy. Wife—‘“I had better take that hat for $23.” Husband—“But, I’ve only got $20 with me now. I'll owe the odd $3." Wife—“Oh, then, I'll take this one for $20; $3 is too insignificant a sum te owe.”—Stray Stories. : Fame ante = que Miss M. Cartledge gives some helpful ‘advice to young girls, Her letter is but one of thousands which prove that nothing is so} helpful to young girls who are just arriving at the peri Lydia E. Pinkham’s od of womanhood as Vegetable Compound. “Dear Mrs. Pinknam:—I cannot praise Lydia E. Pinkam’s Vegetable Compound too high]. ly, for it is the only medicine I ever tried which cured me. I suffered much from my first menstrual period, I felt so weak and dizzy at times I could not pursue my studies with the usual interest. My thoughts became sluggish, I had headaches, “backaches and sinking spells, also pains in the back To fact I was sick all over. and lower limbs. inally, after many other remedies had been tried, we were ad- vised to get Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and I am pioneed to say that after taking it only two weeks, a wonderful changa or the better took place, and in a short time I was in perfect health. I felt. buoyant, full of life, and found all work a pastitabs I am indeed glad to tell my experience with Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, for it made a different girl of me. Yours very truly, Miss M. Cartieper, 533 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga.” At such a time, the grandest aid to nature is Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound. It prepares the young system for the necessary changes, and is the surest and most reliable cure for woman’s ills of every nature. young women who are ill to write her for free advice. rs. inkham, Lynn, Mass. Mrs. Pinkham invites all Address, irs. Estes, of New York City, says: “Dear Mrs. PinkHAM: —I write to you because I believe all' young girls ought to know how much good your medicine will do them. I did dress- making for years before I was married, and if it had not been for Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, I do not believe I could have stood the strain. I would have to scream out from the terribly tired and weak, and my head eat after work, I was so worn out. frightful cramps every montii they would simply double me up with x would have to give up working ai There is no other work that is such a strain on the system. Oh, how my back used to ache from the bending over ! I would feel as though pain, and the sitting still made me so throbbed like an engine. I never could Then I was irregular, and had such ain, and But L E. Pink- nd lie down. ydia ham’s Vegetable Compound changed me into a strong, well woman. Yours very truly, Mrs. MarTHA Esrss, 513 West 125th St., N. Y. City.” No other femaie medicine in the world has received such wide- spread and unqualified endorsement. No other medicine has such a record of female troubles cured. Sold by druggists ever Remember every woman is cordially in- vited to write to Mrs. Pinkham, if there is an thing Symptoms she does not understand. Refuse all substitutions. Ass. here. about her Mrs. Pinkham’s address is Lynn, M: ae ORFEIT !f we cannot forthwith produce the original lett: and signatures of Lydia K. Pinkham Med- Co., Lyan, Mass. J PATENTS. List of Patents issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Henry Blenhoff, St. Paul, Minn., cart; William Dawson, Union county, S. D., check punch; George Griggs Billings, Mont., inkstand; Jonathan Ry Hamilton, Kimball, Minn., bath appa- ratus; John Hockersmith, Chamber- lain, S. D., clothing rack; Edward Mc- Intyre, St. Paul, Minn., oat lock; John | Sandvig, Wilmot, S. D., rainwater cut- off. Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers. 911 and 912 Pioneer Press Bldg., St. Paul. Putting Her Soul Into Her Work. Boarder No. 1—What's that loud thumping noise in the kitchen? Boarder No. 2—It’s the landlady bammering the steak and wishing it was the beef trust.—Chicago Tribune. How to Clean Laces. To clean delicate laces, take a large glass te cover with old cotton and spread the ace carefully on it. Set the bottle in warm Ivory Soap suds and leave for an hour. If stains are difficult to remove place in the sun and they will disappear. Rinse by dipping the bottle in clear water. ELEANOR R. PARKER, _ Question of Digestion. “My dear ,you should have married a laboring man, not a clerk.” “Oh Tom, do you mean I lack refine- ment?” “No, my dear, but he has a stronger digestion.”—Baltimore News. Wiggle-Stick LAUNDRY BLUE Won’t spill, break, freeze nor spot clothes. Costs 10 cents and equals 20 cents worth of any other bluing. If your grocer does not keep it send 10c for sample to The Laundry Blue Co., 14 Michigan Street, Chicago. Mamma Drew the Line. Daughter—Mamma, Tom asked me to marry him to-night and I told him to ask you. Mother—If you think I am going to commit bigamy, even to, please you, you are quite mistaken.—New York Mail. he ee The City Gardener. Van X—So you have a garden? What do you expect to raise? De Q.—Muscle.—Detroit Free Press. _ If all women who look back were turned into salt pillars the streets would be full of salt statues. Gles @rbolisalve Anstantly stops the pain of and Scalds. 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