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If they get that help in the vorm of Dodd’s Kidney Pills all will be well. If they are neglected the dis- ease may develop into Diabetes, Bright’s Disease or Rheumatism. A man may be able to conceal his middle name while he lives, but it is reasonably sure to crop out-on his. tombstone. FITS betruintn use or br. Runes Grertherne ns Send for PRES OF.60 trial bottle and treatise, Ga doa Kuute, Lid. 08 Arch Street, Philadelphia Pe Picking flaws in the church will not patch your own conscience. CHAPTER II!.—(Continued). The young lady uttered a moan, stared at Sosia with a gaze of terror, in which it was easy for the physician to see that her memory was at fault, and by no means recovered from the tomblike lethargy in which it had been submerged for four and a half days. “You recognize me,” he continued, “doubtless because my image was the last that was in your mind when your power to think fled from you. Pa- tience! The memory you are striving to seize will ere long return to you. Let us see how it is with your mem- ory. You remember that you have a mother. What is her name?” The maiden sat up in bed, pressed her hands to her temples and closed her eyes. “T have forgotten,” after a moment’s silence. “Great heaven! Am I not sane? Has my brain been shattered? Oh, God, have pity upon me! I cannot remember my mother’s name!” And as she thus exclaimed, gasping- ly, she stared at Sosia with wild but tearless eyes. He arose, dropped some liquid from one of his vials into the water, and gliding with his quck, short and noise- less step to the bed, he said: “Drink this.” The lady obeyed mechanically, and turned the glass to his hand in silence. He placed the glass upon the table, and then lifting the coffin lid till it was perpendicular, with its plate toward the bed, he sad: “Do you recognize the shape of this thing?” The lady gazed at the object for a moment, and then replied slowly: “No; I do not.” “Can you remember name?” Again the young lady pressed her hands upon her temples, as if by the action endeavoring to force her mem- ory to relieve her mind. “No; I have forgotten even my own name! Alas, what has happened?” shé soon cried aloud, and wringing her beautiful hands with mental anguish. “Courage, young lady! Your mind has received a severe shock, but it is not permanently injured,” remarked Sosia. “Look—this is the lid of a cof- fin, from which the body of some one has not long been taken. Here, en- graved upon this plate, is the name of that person. Have you forgotten what a coffin is?” “A box in which the dead are buried —I think,” replied the lady. “Right! Have you forgotten how to read engraved characters?” “No—that is, I think I can read.” “We will try,” said Sosia. And then to Martha, who, crouching at the foot of the bed, had not yet been seen by the young lady, he add- ed: “Woman, hold this lid near the lady’s bed, so that she may read the name upon it—if she has not forgotten how to read.” Martha obeyed, while Sosia held one of the candles so as to make the en- graved characters distinctly visible. The reading on the silver shield was as follows: HELEN DUDLEY BEAUCLAIR, Born December 30th, 1647, Died March 30th, 1665, Aged 18 years and 3 months. she groaned, your own The young lady read all this alond, and then turned her eyes wonderingly upon Sosia. “You'do not recognize that name?” he asked. “{ do not.” “Tt is your own.” “Mine? Impossible.” “Then what is yours?” “] fear—I am sure all is not right here!” replied the young lady, again pressing-her hands to her temples and closing her eyes. “Lie down and listen to me,” said Sosia; and when she again had her head upon the pillow he continued: : “There lived in England not long ago a beautiful young lady, named Helen Dudley Beauclair. She was the daugh- ter and only child of Lady Ida Beau- clair, a widow. The mother, haughty, ambitious and imperious, and by birth a relative of the proud and ancient house of Dudley, in her youth mar- ried, from pure love ,a gentleman far beneath her in rank—for she was the daughter of an earl, and he simply of the gentry. His name was Berkley Beauclair. He is dead. He died many years ago, leaving Lady Ida a widow with one child—Helen Dudley Beau- clair. Your mind follows what I am saying?” “Yes; but I have no recollection of these names. Am I not in a dream? To myself I seem to be entangled in a strange dream, vainly striving to iden- tify myself. I see and hear, but my brain seems to me a cork tossed up and down on the waves of the sea. It drifts, it whirls, it leaps on spray, it is so light!” murmured the young lady, locking her hands across and upon her her forehead, and sighing heavily. “But your mind, while you hear my voice, follows and remembers what I am saying?” “Yes; while I hear your voice.” “Then listen ,and after a time your memory of all will return to you. Lady @f St. Giles By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. Ida wished to wed her daughter Helen to a man of little personal attraction, but of great wealth and high rank. The name of this man was Robert de Lavet—Lord de Lavet. He was sixty years old, while Helen Beauclair was but eighteen; but Helen already loved and was secretly betrothed to a young. man who was neither of the nobility nor of the gentry.” Here Sosia glanced toward , the screen, which from her position the young lady could not see. The face of Lord Genlis was peering around one side of the screen, while the face of Capt. Osred was peering around. it from the other side. Both faces expressed great and sud- den surprise and much vexation. It was plain to Sosia that neither had till now even suspected that Helen Beauclair, the young lady upon the bed, had loved one neither of the no- bility nor of the gentry. To hear Sosia say that she had so loved and been secretly betrothed to a person unknown to them enraged while it amazed them. “TI will not just yet give the name of the accepted and secretly betrothed of Helen Beauclair,” continued Sosia, with a shrug of’his shoulders. “I will only say now that [ hate him—and when I hate I hate bitterly. I seek to gratify my hate by inflicting life-long torture upon the heart and brain of him whom I hate. There are those who would hasten to find méans to slay those whom they hate—” here he again darted a significant glance at the faces peering around the screen. Such revenge is too vulgar for the soul of Zeno Sosia. He avenges himself by striking blows which do not kill upon the spot, but which inflict envenomed wounds nuon the heart and in the brain -—to rankle and fester there till both heart and brain are eaten up by cease- less misery. But enough of what con- cerns only myself. Helen Beauclair loved this man and deserted Lord de Lavet. She had another suitor, too, whom she did not love, and whom her mother detested—even as Lady Ida had detested Lord Genlis, the father of this third suitor, whose name was Capt. Wilfred Osred.” Here Sosia again darted his glance toward the screen, behind which were the father and son. Then, returning his glance to the face of the young lady, he asked: “Have you any recollection of any of these names which I repeat: Lady Ida Beauclair? Helen Dudley Beau- clair? Lord de Lavet? Lord Genlis? Capt. Wilfred Osred?” “They all sound strange to me,” re- plied the young lady. “IT think I can utter the talismanic name,” thought Sosia, as he regarded the beautiful face keenly from under his shaggy black brows. “Well,” he continued aloud, “‘Lady Ida discovered that Helen had secretly met this un- known young man, and at once took measures to remove Helen far from all chance of communication with him. Lady Ida carried her daughter to Gal- wings and fly away. Lady Ida did this by advice of Lord de Lavet, and he was prompted to give this advice by me. I had promised Lord dé Lavet that, if he followed my advice, he should stand before the marriage al- tar with Helen Beauclair. I did not promise him that she should be wed- ded to him,” added Sosia, with a crafty smile that revealed his tiger-like teeth, while he stroked his beard. “I prom- ised only that he and she should stand before the marriage altar. They did, and he owes me a thousand pounds, for which I have his written bond. But they stood before the‘ altar, and even as the marriage service was about to begin, some one slipped a note into the hand of the pale and reluctant bride, and whispered in her ear: “ Read and act.’ “The bride read in the note these words: “Use the drug. It is your, only hope. Swallow the pellet, and within five days you shall be in the arms of one who loves you!’ “She took a pellet from. the hollow handle of her fan,” continued Sosia, gazing keenly at the young lady, “swal- lowed the druk, and fell as if dead that instant!” CHAPTER Iv. Memory Returns to the Buried Alive. Helen Beauclair still gazed wonder- ingly at Sosia, as one would while lis- tening to a strange revelation heard for the first time. “All that I have said recalls nothing to your mind?” asked Sosia. “Nothing. I seem to know that you and I have met hitherto. You are he whom some call Sosia, the Sorcer of St. Giles—are you not?” “Yes; and you recognized me by name just now, when you awoke from a very deep and gfeatly prolonged sleep.” “Yes; I rememper that. I can re- peat all you have said to me since I awoke—if indeed I am awake,” she said. + “You are awake, young lady—at mind is only partially so. Some im- way, guarding her as if she were a bird that might. suddenly spread its | your portant organ of your brain still slum- bers—or more truly ,is for the time be-- numbed. When ‘that organ regains its power you will remember these names and events. which I. have just men- tioned, and all that I have said and shall say. Let me go back to Helen Beauclair—that is, to you, as you fell as if dead before the altar of a church in Galway, not five days ago.” “You say that Iam Helen Beau- clair?” “Yes,” “Why, even while I am unable to identify myself, either as Helen Beau- clair or as any one by any name, do I listen to you with only a kind of dreamy attention?” “Because you are now capable of only dreamy attention; and one is ney- er surprised in a dream—one, while dreaming, wonders at nothing, no mat- ter how absurd the array of | sleep- steeped thought. But I see that your mind is regaining some power, or you would not ask questions. Are you hungry, or thirsty, or weary?” “No.” “Do you wish to rise, to move about, to go out, to see any one, to be alone with this woman, or to be by your- self?” “No. I have no desire for anything, except to be able to identify myself— to be free from this cork-on-water buoyancy of my brain.” Sosia stepped softly across the room to a bureau, returned from it to the bed, holding a small mirror in his‘ hand. “Do you recognize yourself?” he ask- ed, holding the mirror above Helen’s face. “Yes; that is I.” “And can you give no name to your image?” “None. I recognize only that it is a reflection of the face that gazes up from my pillow, and that therefore it must be my image; but I can give it no name, for I have forgotten my name and all names.” “I will speak presently a name which I think will unlock your imprisoned memory,” said Sosia, as he placed the mirror upon the table. “Let us return to Helen Beauclair. She had scarcely swallowed the pellet—which she had carried concealed in the hollow handle of her fan—when she fell as if dead. All who were in the church were con- vinced—that is, all except these two believed that she was dead. The two who did not believe that Helen Beau- clair had been smitten with sudden death at the ‘altar, were a gentleman in the disguise of a footman, and Zeno Sosia, disguised as a female pew-open- er. You follow me?” “Perfectly, and the narrative holds my attention, though I cannot imagine in what manner I am interested in it,” repled Helen, coldly. (To Be Continued.) WOMAN’S GARB RESTS BRAIN. _Insane Man Tells Why He Prefers Feminine Clothes. Dressed in woman’s garb, Frank Heller, an insane man, awaits the or- der of the court to commit him to Men- dota for treatment. For two years and a half Heller has preferred wom- an’s attire to man’s., He says it rests his brain, and that he finds much pleasure in walking about in the garb of a woman. He was arrested Wednes- day night, charged with threatening to kill his wife. An inventory of his wardrobe disclosed two pairs of new corsets, two corset covers, one with blue and one with pink ribbons run through the insertion; two pairs of garters, three pairs of long black stockings with openwork and fancy fronts, several lace handkerchiefs, a collarette with point lace, a bracelet, two shirtwaists, Oxford high-heeled shoes, three overskirts, two under- skirts ,and many ribbons.—Janesville (Wis.) Special to Milwaukee Sentinel. IN MEMORIAM. Mark Twain’s Most Effective Wor! His Wife’s Epitaph. . Admirers of Mark Twain believe he has never written anything more ef- lective than the little verse he had cut in the modest block of marble which marks the resting place of his wife in Woodlawn cemetery, Elmira, N. Y. Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here. Warm Southern wind, Blow softly here. Green sod above, Lie light, lie light. Good night, dear heart— Good night, good night. —New York Sun. A Clever Surgeon. “J tell you,” exclaimed the young medical student, “our house surgeon is a clever fellow.” “How’s that?” asked his chum. “Well, a man was brought in with a crushed lgg. The surgeon said it must come off. But, by some means or oth- er, he cut off the wrong leg.” “But I don’t call that clever.” “Wait a bit. The surgeon said it would be terrible for the poor fellow to go about with no legs at all, so he doctored up the crushed leg instead of cutting that off, too; and now it is as good as ever. An ordinary surgeon would have left the fellow legless. Wonderfuly skillful, wasn’t it?” Not the First. Shopkeeper—Perambulators? Yes, sir. We have just got in a new stock, satin-lined, silk-trimmed, silver-plated ironwork, full-jeweled handle, etc., only ten guineas. Step this way, please. First child, I suppose? Customer—No, seventh. é Shopkeeper—Oh! John, show the gentleman those latest improved fif- teen-and-sixpenny baby Sogohess: ee _Dlace. Evidence That Washington Received Such a Present. The story that Frederick the Great sent George Washington a sword with the characteristic and epigrammatic message, “From the oldest general to the greatest general in the world,” has been familiar from our earliest childhood. It is a plain narrative, as given by members of the Washington family, who alone have any knowl- edge, real or traditional, of the fact. The appraisers’ list of the personal effects of Washington, made at Mount Vernon, May, 1800, contains this item: “Swords and blades, $12,000.” Among these, which were chiefly presents, was the one sent by the King of Prussia. ‘The personal effects of Washington were divided among the heirs, but a large proportion were left at Mount Vernon for Mrs. Washing- ton, who was still living. Upon her death Justice Bushrod Washington took possession of the mansion, for he was his uncle’s chief heir and the one to whom he intrusted his papers. Bushrod Washington lived thirty years at Mount Vernon, and _ be- queathed the estate and personal property, save an occasional gift, to his nephew, Col. John Augustine Washington, who also lived there thirty years. There was an immense accumulation of papers and relics, and among other souvenirs of interest was the sword of Frederick. Major Lewis Washington, of Belle Air, Jefferson county, Va., visited his cousin at Mount Vernon in 1858. At this time he was the owner of two of the five swords willed by Gen. Wash- ington to his nephews—one direct from his grandfather, William, Augus- tine Washington; the other, that one which Justice Bushrod Washington received and had willed to his father, George Corbin Washington. Major Washington admired the elegant dress sword sent by the King, and offered in exchange for it, being perfectly sat- isfied as to its authenticity, the Bush- rod Washington sword. During his life.this beautiful rapier was seen by many neighbors and friends at his home. Some years after his death his widow, Mrs. Ella Bassett Washington, sold it, with other valuable Washing- ton relics, to the State of New York. These are now deposited in the li- brary at Albany. In the catalogue will be seen “No. 4, dress sword of Washington.” The sword acquired by Col. Washington in this exchange was sold a few years since by his son, Lawrence Washington, of Alexandria, to John H. Havemeyer, of New York, who presented it to Mount Vernon, be- ing thus happily returned to its orig- inal abode. When Col. John A. Washington dis- posed of the home of our first Presi- dent to the Ladies’ Mount Vernon As- sociation of the Union, he gave pos- session early in the year 1860. He carefully packed his valuable papers in barrels, of which there were twelve. He left them in the care of his friend, Upton Herbert, first super- intendent of Mount Vernon, thinking in the disturbed state of the country, they would be safer than at any other Col. Washington’s sad death occurred in 1861, and these papers re- mained at Mount Vernon until Mr. Herbert left his office. In 1866 he re- moved them to Alexandria, and stored them in an old bank building; this building, in 1868, was burned and nearly all the papers and documents were destroyed. A few baskets full of the half charred debris were hawked about the old town by boys, for which they got 25 cents each. .In these some fine autographs were found, showing how great the loss; also some few letters, one of which brought a large price. It was from Mary Washington, and was in good condition. The surviving children of Col. Washington say documents referring to this sword were in these barrels. A daughter, Mrs. Chew, of West Vir- ginia, writes: “My father always spoke of the sword he gave up as having been presented by Frederick the Great, and there was in his pos- session a letter from Frederick to Gen. Washington, which was placed in a bank in Alexandria and burned with the building. My impression has glways been that the letter was sent with the sword.” This is perhaps suf- ficient of family corroboration, though I have more at hand. Of documentary proof I have not found any, though the search is not yet complete. The archives of Ger- many may yield all we need. One interesting item of circum- stantial evidence came to me a few months ago. A German artist, vigor- ous and full of reminiscence, at the ripe age of eighty-eight, resented a re- flection on Washington as a general, and vaunted Frederick the Great. When told that old story was a myth, he replied with fine contempt: “Oh, yes, you say so in America, but I heard it at my mother’s knee, and she at her mother’s. If false, who gave it to the mothers of Germany.”— Washington Star. His Social Advisers. As a rich incumbent of the highest office, Washington maintained a style that was rich and elegant, and by some thought ostentatious. The state carriage was the town wonder, espe- cially when it was drawn by six blood- ed horses. The President’s social ad- visers were Adams, Jay, Hamilton and Madison, whom he consulted in writ- ing. The advices of Jay and Madison are lost. Hamilton and Adams were in favor of an imposing ceremonial. Adams was for a liberal provision of chamberlains, aids de camp, sec>etar- ies and masters of ceremonies, com- pelling private individuals who de- sired an audience to apply first to a minister of state. HEALTH 1S THE FIRST ESSENTIAL It Helps Women to Win and Hold Men’s Admiration, Respect and Love Woman's greatest gift s the power to inspire admiration, respect, and love. There is a beauty in health which is more attractive tomen than mere regu- larity of feature, Mrs. Chas.F Brown ‘ To be a successful wife, to retain the love and admiration of her husband, should be a woman’s constant study. At the first indication of ill-health, ainful or irregular menstruation, eadache or backache, secure, Lydia E. Pinkkam’s Vegetable Compound and begin its use. Mrs. Chas. F. Brown, Vice-President Mothers’ Club, 21 Cedar Terrace, Hot Springs, Ark., writes: Dear Mrs. Pinkham:— “For nine years I dragged through a miser- able existence, suffering with inflammation and falling of the womb, and worn out with painand weariness. I oneday noticed astate- ment by a woman suffering as I was, but who had been cured by Lydia KE. Pinkham’s V: etable Compound, and I determined to try i At the end of three months I was a different woman. Every one remarked about it, and my husband fell in love with me all over in, Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- pound built up my entire system, cured the womb trouble, and I felt like a new woman. I am sure it will make every sufferi strong, well and happy, as it has me.” Women who are troubled with pain- ful or irregular menstruation, back- ache, bloating (or flatulence), Jeucor- rhoea, falling, inflammation or ulcera- tion of the utérus, ovarian troubles, that ‘‘bearing-down” feeling, dizzi- ness, faintness, indigestion, or nervous prostration may be restored to perfect health aud strength by taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, woman Can’t Ketch Him. An attendant in one of the branches of the New York public library noticed that a little negro boy who came fre- quently to the library invariably went to the same shelf and took the same book, which he seemed to enjoy im- mensely. Curious to know the name of the book she followed him to the shelf, where she found him looking at a picture of an old darkey being chased by a bull. A wild grin stretched from side to side of the little fellow’s face. “What's the joke?” asked the sur- prised attendant. “Golly, he = ain’t ketched ’im yet!” replied the delighted child. Realistic. Crittick—While I was looking at that painting of yours in Artman’s window to-day—“The Harvesters,’ you know—I heard a comment upon it. D’Auber—Complimentary? Crittick—I’m not sure. A _ rustic- looking individual gazed at it for a minute and remarked that it made him tired. WAS CURED RAPIDLY RHEUMATISM IN TWO SEVERE OASES MASTERED IN FEW WEEKS. The Remedy Used by Mr. Schroeppel and by Captain Lalfour in Great Demand in Vicinity of Their Homes, In the winter of 1902-3 Mr. Schroeppel was confined to his bed by a severe at- tack of rheumatism. His doctor's treat- ment proved unsuccessful, but he subse- quently regained -his health by means which he describes with great enuthu- siasm. “After five or six weeks of helpless- ness atul pain,’ said he, ‘ during which I was receiving regular visits from the doctor, I felt as bad as ever. Just then my mother, a woman eighty years of age, paid me a visit. She had received great benefit from Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, and she was confident they would help me. At her solicitation I gave up the doctor’s treatment and took the pills in its place.” “And were you cured as the result of taking her advice?” “Yes, quickly and thoronghly. Be- fore the second box was finished I felt very manifest improvement, and within two weeks I was able to leave my bed and take up my neglected farm work. I con- tinued to use the pills, however, until eight boxes had been taken, although long before that I felt that every ves- tige of the disease had been eradicated. “Are there no traces left?’’ “Absolutely none. For a year and three mouths there has never been the slightest return of the old trouble. For this happy result [and my family freely praise Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills.’’ Within the bounds of China township, St. Clair county, Mich., there is no bet; ter known farmer than Mr. Henry Schroeppel. His cure has therefore nat- arally attracted a great deal of attention. One of Mr. Schroeppel’s neighbors, Cap- tain George Balfour, after hearing of the salutary results in Mr. Schroeppel’s case, decided to try Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for an attack of rheumatism from which he was himself suffering. He took eight or ten boxes and now declares himself free from the painful ailment.” It is little wonder that Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are much in favor in the com- munity where Mr. Schroeppel and Ca) oe patie are so ee ant favorably nown. ey are druggists aud are equally Pest in curing neuralzia, sciatica and partial paralysis. ‘wero VE