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ae ae k GREAT SUFFERER LAY HELPLESS AND SPEECHLESS FOR HOURS AT A TIME. Sinking Spells, Headaches, Rheumatism, All Caused by Poor Blood—Cured by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, When Mrs. Williams was asked for some details of the fearful illness from which she had so long suffered, she spoke as follows: «* Ever since I had nervous prostration, about thirteen years ago, I have had periodical spells of complete exhaustion. Auy excitement or unusual activity would throw me into a state of lifeless- ness. At the beginning my strength would come back in a moderate time, but the period of weakness kept length- ening until at last I would lie helpless as many as three hours at a stretch.’’ “You were under medical treatment, of course?’ “Yes, when I became so bad that I had to give up my housework, in May of 1903, I was being treated for kidney trouble, and later the doctor thought my difficulties came from change of life. I was not only weak, but I had dizzy feelings, palpitation of the heart, misery after eating, hot flashes, nervous head- aches, rheumatic pains in the back and hips. The doctor did me so little good that I gave up his treatment, and really feared that my case was incurable.” What saved you from your state of hopelessness?”’ {n July of 1903 I had a very bad spell, and my husband came ia one day with a little book which told of remark- able cures effected by a remedy for the bloodayd the nerves, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. He bought a box for me, and that was the beginning of my return to health. My appetite grew keen, my food no longer distressed me, my nerves wer 1 ,aud my strength began to 1 vive i ‘How long did you take this remedy?” ‘For two months only. At the end of that time I had regained my health heerfalness, and my friends say I am lodking better than I have ione for the past fifteeu years.’ Mrs. Lizzie Williams is now living at 16 Cedar street. Quincy, Ilinois. » pills which she praises so highly, all diseases that come from im- poverished blood. If your system is all run down, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are y best remedy to take, Any drug- an supply them. The Poet Fled. The etherial being with the unshorn locks was shown into the editorial sanctum. [ have written a poem on the dog,” aid. “Whose dog?” demanded the editor, “It is not any particular dog,” fal- tered the poet. ‘Do you mean to say you took ad- vantage of the dog because it was not particular and wrote your poem on I’m afraid you do not understand me. I wrote the poem regarding the “But why were you regarding the dog at all? What had it done that you should regard it?” “If you ll allow me to explain, I had been inspired by the dog's fidel- it “If the dog was faithful, why should you seek to hurt its feelings by writ- ing a poeni on it? And ho wdid you manage to write a poem on it at any rate? 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Your refund money if PAZO OINTMENT you In 6 to 14 days. 50c. _ Some sober men are kinder drunk, and some drunker men are kinder ‘mober. DEFECTIVE @ St. CHAPTER I. The Man and Woman on the Cliff. The Aran islands lie across the en- trance of Galway bay, and are distant from the city of Galway, Ireland, about thirty miles. They are three in number—Inish- more, Jnishmain and Inisheer. The chief of these is the first, more generally known as Aranmore, and so styled in this story, the date of which is in the seventeenth century—April 3, 1665. Aranmore abounds in ruins of edi- fices and fortresses of so ancient an origin that J::tle is known of their founders. ( Upon the broad, flat crest of one of the lofty cliffs on the south and east- ward coast of Aranmore, near the hour of noon, April 3, 1665, and seated upon a wooden bench, were a man and a woman. Before and below them was stretch- ed the limitless expanse of the Atlan- tic ocean, whose surges, heavy from the wrath of a recent storm, boomed sullenly along the hollowed base of the cliff, three hundred feet below its verge. Behind, and about a hundred paces distant from the man and woman, rose, | brokenly, the massive ruins of the an- cient fortress Dun Aengus, which tra- dition says was founded during the first century, or eighteen hundred years ago, by three brothers from Scotland—Aengus, Canchooar and Neil. But from where the man and woman were seated, and though it was near the hour of noon, neither the great ocean below them nor the walls of the crumbling fortress behind them, could be seen; for a dense fog enshrouded their persons inva murky mist. This pair, man and wife, both were asleep in a sitting posture; the woman leaning forward, with her elbows upon her knees and. her face resting upon the palms of her hands; the man with his feet drawn up under the bench, and his head thrown far back at times, and then rapidly tossed forward with a spasmodic jerk, only to go gradually far back again, as he slept and snored. He was short and square of body, long of limb, his legs much bowed out- ward at the knee; and even while his features were softened by slumber, the | expression of his face was fierce, sor- did and cruel, His arms were folded across his bosom, so as to draw tightly about | him a long and voluminous cloak of Scotch plaid. The woman was evidently of large and muscular stature, though much of her figure was hidden .beneath her heavy coarse shawl, of a dingy red. Of | her face little could be seen, as the | folds of the shawl were drawn over her | head, and much. of her bronzed and | bony visage was concealed by her large, sinewy and sunburnt hands. The pair had come from their dwell- ing amid the ruins of Dun Aengus to the crest of the cliff at an early hour of the day, hoping, though scarce ex- pecting, to see the approach of the sail of one whom they served. When they came forth there was no fog, though the day was chilly, damp and cheerless, and the sun shone dim- ly amid the flying clouds of the pre- ceding night. ( Much drinking of strong liquors dur- Ing the past night, as they had la- bored at their dwelling to prepare for the coming of the expected one, had made them very drowsy ,and therefore they fell asleep after they had gazen seaward in- vain for several hours. The fog had appeared and settled down around them while they slept, coming up coming up suddenly from the face of the turbulent ocean and swallowing up the crest of the cliff, and settling there heavily amid the strangely stagnant air. The woman was first to awake, and a trembling of terror seized upon her | for a moment, for she heard a scream in the air and a shout from the sea. The scream in the air was from a gull, darting through the mist. The shout, she thought, was plainly the ery of a man, or the shriek of a woman. “Bashfort! Neils Bashfort!” she shouted in the ear of the sleeper, shak- ing him roughly and springing to her feet. The sudden removal_of her weight from the bench and the peculiar pos- ture of the man carried the bench over with a crash, the man shooting over | backward with it, and his spasmodic clutch upon the woman’s arm dragging her down to the rocky ground with him. “Ha, tigress, are you at my throat at last?” cried Neil Bashfort, con-, fused by his rude awakening from his’ slumber, and scrambling furiously un-') der the weight of the woman, and imagining that he was fiercely attack- ed by his wife. “Off, off, woman, or I will drive my dagger into your back!” Rapid in all his movements, when aroused, Bashfort had already snatch- ed a short dagger with a blade three fingers broad from his belt, and now held it pofsed above the woman's back as she lay heavily upon him. She was senseless. A second glance at her face, as his left arm lifted her (om PAGE ‘The Sorcerer By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. Giles — slightly upward from his chest, assured him of this fact. Her forehead had struck violently against a sharp store of his instinctive grapple with her jerked her ovef upon him, and from a gash across her brow blood welled rapidly, and fell in drops upon the face of Neil Bashfort during the moment his half-upraised arm held her limp form above his breast. “'Sflames!” he exclaimed, with an oath ~ of _ surprise. “What has chanced?” And pushing aside the insensible woman with hasty violence, he sprang to his feet, snatched a pistol from his belt under his plaid, and glared fierce- ly on every side. He could see nothing save the over- turned bench and the unconscious woman at his feet. At a distance of five feet on every side of him nothing save mist greeted his eyes. Except the hoarse, incessant* and weird booming of the surges as they smote the cliff’s base far below him, he could hear nothing. i He could not locate the direction of the sea. Had the bench not been over- turned and swung around during his recent fall he might have been able to say: “The verge of the cliff is there, and the ruins of Dun Aengus are there; for the bench faced the sea due south when we sat down to watch, and slept.” But now the booming of the sea seemed to mock him with echoes from invisible caverns amid the mist; and whether the verge of the cliff was on his right or his left, or before him or behind him, Neil Bashfort could not decide. “Weil did they say to me in Galway: “Beware of getting under the beard of the spirit of Aengus Cliff!’’’ he mut- tered, after a long moment of listening, and then he turned about. “Did I bab- ble as I slept—and did she hear?” he continued, his hands nervously finger- ing, one the breech of his pistol, the other the heft of his dagger, while his eyes glared from beneath his bristling red brows at his senseless wife. “If 1 did, I hope she is dead! If I did, and she is not dead, I will—I will—” What, he did not even mutter, but murder, then and there ,was doubtless in his heart as step by step he drew | nearer to the woman. A scream in the air—a wail, or a shout, or a shriek, coming up from the sea! Neil Bashfort recoiled a pace from the woman, and with a quick move- ment with both arms, drew his plaid over his weapons, folding his arms across his bosom and crouching to the ground in guilty alarm. He started about and listened. He saw only mist. He heard only the hoarse booming of the sea. “The scream was the cry of a gull,” he thought, after a long moment of silence. The other—whai was it?” The woman stirred, groaned, sat up, pressed a hand to her forehead, stared vacantly at the stained palm, and said, in a husky voice: “Blood! Why, where am I?” “Here, Martha Bashfort,” said her husband, standing erect again, but keeping his drawn weapons concealed. “You are on the shelf of Dun Aengus cliff. You and I were asleep here on this bench—at least I know that, e’re I fell asleep, you were already so. Well, while I slept, you awoke, eh?” “And I would not have awakened you—for you are ever a surly creature when your sleep is cut short—but a kind of fright came upon me as I could see nothing but this wall of mist around me, and as I heard—” She paused and looked wildly around her, still seated upon the rocky ground. a “Heard me say something in my sleep, eh?” put in Bashfort, his face again lowering and his eyes rolling warily on every side of him. “No—I swear by all that I deem good and holy, Neil Bashfort!” almost shrieked Martha, terrified by the ex- pression of his face. “No, as God is to be my judge hereafter, I swear I heard you—” “Heard me say—ha!—what? what?” exclaimed Bashfort, as he showed his weapons and bent threateningly to- ward her. “Nothing—nothing—so help me heaven! Mercy! do not harm me, hus- band!” moaned Martha, cowering as he leaned and stooped toward her. He glared into her upturned eyes keenly for a long moment, as if striv- | ing to pierce to the deepest hidden se. crets of her brain, and then said harsh- “Get up and sit on the bench, wom- an! It is well for you that I believe you, or that I have never caught you lying to me. Let me see your hurt.” “You shot out your clutch at me like a roused tiger, and dragged me over with you,” replied Martha, sullenly, as she bound about ,her forehead a strip of stuff she tore from the skirt of her dress. “I understand it all now! How long was I senseless?” . i “Ten minutes or so. But why did you seize upon me? ’Sflames! You grappled me with both hands and yell- ed like a Savage.” “T scarce knew what F was doing—I was frightened fearfully—I—heard the voice of—” She paused and looked wildly and ame ss “The voice of—’ | startled somewhat ‘by the evident ter- ror of his wife, and also glaring about him. ; “The voice of the dead Dane, whose spirit they call White Beard of the Cliff! Have you heard nothing like a ery—an unearthly, wailing cry—while I was senseless?” | “The scream of a gull, and a strange ery which I cannot describe, nor say from what directio nit came.” “So to me. Let us return to the ruins—to the villages—to Ireland' Let us leave this place and return to Eng- land!” exclaimed Martha rapidly— “Jet us depart at once!” “And my master’s work?” asked Bashfort, with a shrug of his shoul- ders. “Think you that he set sail from Barna last night?” “Yes, for he said he should, in spite of man or deyil—and he is a willful heart.” ‘Then he and all with him are under the sea,” replied Martha, decidedly, for the storm was fearful just after midnight. See, the fog lifts a little overhead and yonder is the sun. It is long past noon, and onr lord should have been here by sunrise. But no matter whether he be dead or alive, I’ regard that fearful scream as a warn- ing for us to leave this place—to have nothing to do—”’ Here the sound of a trumpet, clear and sharp, and evidently not far dis- tant from the pair, arrested the words of Martha. CHAPTER Il. From Altar to the Grave. “My lord’s bugle, demanding my presence!” ejaculated Bashfort, wheel- ing about quickly, and facing the di- rection of the sound. “So Dun Aengus is there away! Why, I thought the sea lay: there. This vile mist has so confused my reckoning that I know not east from west, nor north from south—but this for, reply.” And placing two of his fingers in his mouth he whistled so loud and shrill that Martha’s ears tingled with the sound. i Again there was a shriek, or a shout, or a wail, as if coming up from the sea. “Ah, that dread cry again—and thence!” exclaimed Martha, shudder- ing and pointing southward. “Ha! the fog lifts!” said Bashfort. And as he spoke the hitherto stag- nant tir became violently agitated; a fierce and steady gust swept‘across the crest of the cliff, rolled swiftly all the. mass of mist to the southward, press- ing it down upon the face of the sea, and leaving Dun Aengus and its vicin- ity clear to the view of Bashfort and his wife. The ruins of Dun Aengus consist of three walls or inclosures ,the third or inner wall being the thickest of the three; and as the fog was swept away from between him and the outer wall, Bashfort beheld a tall figure which he instantly recognized as that of his mas- ter, standing beneath the broken arch- way of the ruined gates. “Ha! it is Lord Genlis!” muttered Bashfort, hurrying from the platform of the cliff, and directing his steps to- ward the ruins. “Haste!” shouted Lord Genlis, ges- ticulating furiously, as the lifting of the fog enabled him to see the ap- proaching form of Bashfort, and add- ing many a sharp malediction from his set teeth; for he was in a rage of alarm and impatience. “Aye, my lord! aye!’ replied Bash- fort, bounding forward with all speed, (To Be Continued.) z An Excellent Specimen. A phrenologist was in the habit of inviting people of different avocations to come upon the stage, and he would dilate ypon the peculiarities of their cranial construction. He had come to that portion of his lecture where he dwelt with the criminal form of the cranium, and addressed the audience: “Tf there is any person present who has at any time been the inmate of a prison he will oblige me by coming upon the platform.” A heavily-built man responded to this invitation. “You admit that you have been in prison, sir?” “TJ have,” was the unblushing an- swer. “Would you kindly tell us how many years you have spent behind prison bars?” “About twenty years,” unhesitating- ly replied the subject. “Dear, dear!” exclaimed the pro- fessor. ‘Will you sit down, please?” The subject sat down in a chair in the center of the stage. The profes- sor ran his fingers rapidly through the hair of the subject. “This is a most excellent specimen. The indications of a depraved charac- ter are very plainly marked. The or gans of benevolence and esteem are entirely absent; that of destructive ness is developed to an abnormal de gree. I could have told instantly with. out the confession of this man that his life had been erratic and criminal. What was the crime for which you were imprisoned?” “I never committed any crime,’ growled the man in the chair.” “But you said you had been an in mate of a prison for twenty years!” “Tm the governor of the goal.” Why They Were Divorced. She (after their first quarrel)—It seems to me sometimes that you can’t be the same man who D ed all those things to the minister. He—I’m not. That was my altar ego. Tidbits of News Yfrsa wJcandinavians AMERICA HOLDS OUT HoPE. Judge Fahicrantz Gives His Views of This Country. JudgeGustaf Edvard Fahlerantz, who visited Minneapolis last fall, has di- rected a semi-official report to the king of Sweden and Norway, in which he departs from the traditional views of America formed by foreigners who make a hasty tour through the country. Like Thoraly Klavenes, the Norwegian author and journalist, he has been able to see beneath the surface and not e the process of creating in the new world a new race which, by its own strengt hand example, can regen- erate the world. A summary of Judge Fahlcrantz’s interesting letter*is as follows: “Don’t discourage people from go- ing to America, but try your best to get a fair percentage of those who ‘go to come back after having’ gained eco- nomic independence out there. It is not their money we want, it is their energy and broader way of looking at things and their American methods and spirit. If we can get them as leav- en for our own population, a new time may dawn for the new country.” The Swedish jurist expresses the opinion that such a restoration to his country of sons and daughters who have become imbued with new-world ideas would prove the surest means of ending the long hostility between the two sister nations on the Scandinavian peninsula. “Everywhere in America,” he says in his letter, “I found Swedes and Nor- wegians living side by side in undis- turbed harmony and perfect under- standing. Theerfore I believe that a materialization of my ideas would also have a beneficial influence on the problems connected with the union of the two kingdoms. I have always found that those problems were brought nearer to a solution whenever a number of individuals of both na- tions were brought in direct contact with each other under conditions that carried with them, commonness of in- terests.” The European Attitude. Judge Fahlerantz speaks in plain words of the European attitude toward the emigrant, which has been hostile from sentimental as well as practical reasons. The governments have view- ed the departure of masses of young and healthy men for foreign shores merely as a loss of military material and of objects of taxation. The more fortunately situated compatriots of the emigrants have often shown contempt for the latter whenever chance offered, on the ground that any body who pre- ferred another country to his own, no matter how little the country did or cared for him, was lacking in patriot- ism, and he must be treated as a de- serter. . The result has been, Judge Fahl- crantz points out, that the visitors, offended by the distrust and scorn, bordering on open enmity toward them, have hurried back to their adopt- ed country as soon as possible. Those visits, with their disappointments and disillusionments, he says, have served not to tie the wanderers to the land where they were born, as every Eng- lishman is tied to the British Isles as his real home, no matter where fate may plant him, but instead ,to cut the last tie between the emigrants and the old country. “As a rule,” he says, “we are impa- tient and overbearing when facing the quiet self-assertion of the simple man who has gained his position by his own strength. We are unnecessarily sensi- tive in regard to the form under which that self-feeling finds expression. * * * There is no doubt in my mind that it would be fortunate if some of that equality between all men and classes that appeals to him so strongly over there were introduce damong our- selves. * He then goes on to say in speaking of the men who have been subjected to the process of Americanization: “How much of wide-awake mind, of } practical initiative, of properly direct- ed power do we not find represented among a few hundred farmers who, some fine summer day, arrive here on an ocea niiner for inspection of the old land. They are hardened men, physically strong, sober, morally good, full of religious spirit; and they are, as Swedes, better and not worse than those who have stayed at home.” Judge Fahlerantz proposes in his letter that a government committee be appointed to take the whole matter under investigation with a view to re- porting the best plan for starting a homeward-bound current of Swedish- Americans. The latter are, first of all, to be made to feel that they are wel- come. The next step will be to intro- duce judicial and political reforms that will make it possible for them to exist in Sweden with the sense of security and guarantee of fair chance they have possessed in America. Finally, the judge proposes that the crown lands, of which there are immense unculti- vated tracts in existence, be offered them for homesteads on liberal terms. The concluding passage of the letter brings out another plan of hardly less dradical character. 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