Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, March 18, 1905, Page 3

CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.) Then she perceived that the rap- ping was on the outside of the door. it had begun with a slight and respect- ful tapping, which had failed to arouse Helen, until it gradually increased to what was very much like a clamor of alarm, or an imperious demand of ad- mittance. “Where is Sosia?” thought Helen, after a vain attempt to call out in re- ply to the rapping. “If he is not in the room he must have departed by the door.” “My lord! My lord!” here cried a loud and harsh voice, as if through the keyhole of the lock, and then followed a furious rapping and thumping against the door. Helen did not recognize this voice, for until now she had never heard it; but it was that of Neil Bashfort, who had just returned from the cliff, after doing quadruple murder there. She made another great effort to speak aloud, to scream; but her voice was only a husky whisper, appalling to her own ears alone. Neil Bashfort, now greatly alarmed by the continued silence within the room, hastened to procure an axe; armed with this he soon began to thun- der blows on the outside of the door, aiming them so that their force should fall against the bolt of the lock. The room reverberated with the sound of these blows, whose noise, in- deed, sounded through the whole of the dilapidated building; but the door stood as firm as a rock, to the amaze- ment of Bashfort. Nor did the roar and shock of these blows, though dealt by so powerful an arm, arouse the three prostrate forms on the floor. ts “They are dead!” thought Helen. | “Perhaps the sorcerer is dead, too— killed by his own poisons. Perhaps he is somewhere in the room, crouching and awaiting the coming of another victim.” She made a desperate effort to rise from the couch. To lie there and im- agine that the sorcerer was near her was terrible. With a wild agony of horror at her heart, she tried to rise, to shriek, to lift her head. She could do no more than she had already done—turn her head from side to side on the pillow. The blows against the door ceased, and silence intense and awful reigned for a time. Then a noise in another quarter at- tracted Helen’s attention. This time the noise was at the window, and as Helen turned her eyes in that direction she heard the crash of glass and the mework of the sash. A strong iron grating was between the sash and the terior of the room, but the distance tween the bars of this grating was sufficiently large to permit much of a man’s face to be forced between two of them; and soon after the crashing noise, Helen beheld a fierce and swarthy face pressed partly in be- tween two of the upright bars. The light of the lamp beaming up- ward upon this dark, sinister visage, revealed upon its harsh and savage features clearly to Helen’s terrified gaze; shuddering with dismay, she closed her eyes, to shut out so appall- ing a countenance. This face, framed in iron, and with eyes flaming with fierce alarm and in- quiry, was the face of Neil Bashfort. Hager to learn the cause of the silence within the room, he had procured a short ladder and clambered up into the window embrasure. His glance fell first upon the three motionless forms on the floor and last- ly upon Helen, just after she had clos- growled Bashfort, as he glared in upon the scene. “They are all dead! Ho, there, Martha! Ho! Are you dead?” » No reply was made to his question, though his shouted inquiry crashed into the silent room like the blast of a harsh trumpet, making the glasses on the table ring with the clamor. A rush of cold, fresh sea air had poured into the room when Bashfort broke and wrenched away the win- dow; and as Helen inhaled it new life seemed to fill her heart, and her hith- erto stagnant blood began to flow ana throb strong in her veins. Still she did not open her eyes nor give any other sign of life. Neil Bashfort began to roll his gfances around, as well as his position enabled him, in search of Sosia. Not seeing Sosia anywhere, Bash- fort stared about, seeking for the port- manteau, which he remembered the sorcerer had; but the portmanteau, as well as its owner, had vanished. “It must have been the Wizard of St. Giles,” muttered Bashfort, chilly, for a moment, with sudden terror. “I thought I recognized him. He failed to restore the lady to life, and to es- cape killed all by his devilish arts. I thought I heard the sound of a pistol shot while I was on the cliff. But how did he get out? for the door seemed to be bolted at top and bottom, and the window was unbroken till I broke in! Neither could he have passed be- tween these bars, unless he changed himself into a serpent—and even in that case he would have to break the glass outside of this grating. Ho! Martha moves!” The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. Giles And indeed at this instant Martha sank forward from her crouching pos- ture, and rolled over upon her side so that Bashfort was able to see her face. “Ho, there, Martha!” again shouted Bashfort. The fresh air had revived Martha a little—at least restored her to con- sciousness; she now opened her eyes and her languid gaze met the wild and questioning stare of her husband. “Speak, woman! Get up and unbolt the door!” roared Bashfort, grasping and tugging at the grating, which was too firmly fastened to be moved even by his powerful hands. He saw Martha’s lips move as if she were striving to speak, but for a lons moment he could hear no voice. But at length, and just as he was about to leave the window to return to a new attack upon it with files. Mar- tha said feebly: f “Get the four sailors and break open the door!” z “The four sailors!” replied Basn- fort.Their bodies are in the sea .at the base of the cliff.” “Ah, you murdered them,” groanea Martha, now able to lift her head, and struggle upward until she rested upon one elbow “I obeyed our dead lord there,” re- plied Bashfort, in a quick, surly tone, and glancing toward the corpse-like face of Lord Genlis. “But I shed no blood. They drank much and fast of the wine I gave them, and somehow they tottered, one by one. over the top of the cliff, and vanished in thé mist between the sea and the top of the cliff. But struggle to your feet and unbolt the door.” “I cannot; I am as weak as a sick child.” “Where is the doctor—the man in black—the sorcerer?” “Turn your head. I can see every place in which he might hide except under the bed. Turn your head, and look under the bed.” “He is not there,” replied Martha, after obeying the command. “The devil he serves, and who aids him, must have flown away with him,” growled Bashfort. “I wist I was well out of this place; but I will never de- sert Oscar Osred while life is in me, whether he is dead or alive.” So saying, Bashfort left the window: for a time, went to the hovel where Lord Genlis had broken open the box of tools, hunted about until he had found a-pair of steel files, returned to the window and began to use them upon one of the smallest bars of the grating. By this time Martha had again sunk down prostrate upon the floor. Bash- fort, after shouting at her and receiv- ing no reply, concluded that she was dead or in a swoon, and worked on fu- riously with his files. Helen, afraid to move or believing that she could not walk to the door, and indeed helpless from a_ strange feeling of utter lassitude, remained si- lent, with her eyes closed. en were I able to rise and open the door,” she thought, “the savage at the window would see me and seize me as I went out. No; 1 dare make no attempt to escape yet. Heaven help me! Ah, and Clarence! dear Clarence! —languishes in prison in London, un- able to help me, ignorant of my peril. Heaven help him, too!” A volley of oaths and curses from the window startled her and checked the monotonous sound of filing, which for a long time had grated upon her ear. : Bashfort, in changing his -position, had dropped both of his files, and they had fallen into the room, beyond his reach. While the angry man cursed and | glared into the room, Lord Genlis opened his eyes and stared upward for an instant at the ceiling, and then closed his eyes again. “Ho, my lord! my lord!” roared Bashfort, perceiving these faint signs | of life. Lord Genlis again opened his eyes, moved his head a little and then be- came as corpse-like as before. “Ha! he is not dead!” muttered Bashfort, and then disappeared from the window. Helen soon after heard the thundering sound of heavy blows above. “Ah, the savage that was at the win. dow is,now trying to cut his way through the floor and the ceiling above,” she correctly thought. Nor was it long before a great show- er of dry plastering and lathing began to fall from that part of the ceiling immediately above the grated window. Helen turned her head a little, and with her eyes nearly closed looked on. Soon she saw the feet and legs of the man thrust downward through the great opening he had made, and grop- ing about until the feet rested firmly upon the upper transvers bars of the grating. After that, Bashfort’s descent into the room was easy, and he clambered down with the agility of a great ape. Dropping lightly to the floor from the last hold, Bashfort bounded in- stantly to Lord Genlis, sat down by him, lifted his head, and poured: into his half-open mouth strong brandy from a flask. The almost instant effect of this liquor was to so revive Lord Genlis 2 Bashfort's arms to a sitting posture, and gasped: “No more! have been conscious for some time— ever since you first beat upon the door. But I had no power to speak nor to move—not even to open my eyes. See to my son. He may be dead!” Bashfort obeyed instantly, and using the same simple remedy upon Capt. Osred, soon had him also in a sitting posture, and able to look about and speak. “Yes,” he said, and as if in reply to the above-quoted words of his father. “I, too, have been both insensible and conscious—conscious from the moment when Bashfort crashed the window. But the sorcerer—where is he?” By this time Lord Genlis was upon his feet, sword in hand, and glaring about in search of Sosia. But the sorcerer was not to be found in that room. Capt. Osred, after looking about for a time, gained his feet and staggered to the bedside of Helen Beauclair, and at the same moment his father ad- vanced thither with him. Deeming it folly to attempt to feign utter unconsciousness, and dreading their touch, Helen opened her eyes and gazed calmly upward, carefully avoiding even glance contact with either of them. “How is it with you, lady?” asked Lord Genlis. “I am well, dear mother,” she re- plied. “Dear mother!” exclaimed both of the Osreds, as with one voice, and staring at each other in amaze. “Why, she is delirious,” whispered Lord Genlis to his son. “That is very plain, since she thinks you are her mother,” replied Capt. Osred, with a shrug of his shoulders. “It is well, indeed, that she is no worse. I wonder only that she is not dead. But first let us seek for that rascal of a doctor, sorcerer, devil, or whatever he may be.” Meanwhile Bashfort had restored Martha to life and motion, and she, too, was upon her feet. “Here, woman,” called out Lord Gen- lis, “do you attend strictly to this young lady! She is slightly delirious at present, but I judge all will be well with her after a time. We shall leave her with you for atime. Ha! A word in your ear, Bashfort—the four sail- ors? “Fell from the cliff, my lord, and are of course dead by the fall, or from drowning,” said Bashfort, returning the significant gaze of his master with one of terrible meaning. “Good! You shall tell me how it chanced at another time, Bashfort. First let us see how Zeno Sosia es- caped from this room—for certainly he is not now init. The dogr is evidently bolted on the inside, both at top and bottom, though I can see no bolts.” “Is there no trap door in the floor?” asked Capt. Osred, “by which he may have escaped?” “None, sir,” replied Bashfort. “Mar- tha and I laid the carpet yesterday, and if there was a trap-door we should have seen it; besides, were there one, and had he used it, the carpet would somewhere be cut or untacked, and your honor can see that the carpet has not been disturbed—and, for that mat- ter, the floor, except close to the walls, is made of tiles.” “Twas Sosia who prompted us to select this place,’ remarked Capt. Os- red to his father, who was closely ex- amining the door. “Certainly, and of course he knew more about it than I, though years ago I used to visit Dun Aengus. But, Bash- fort,” said Lord Genlis, who had his cheek flat upon the floor and was peer- ing as well as he could through the small crack between the threshold and the bottom of the door, “you have a thin-bladed knife—give it to me.” (To Be Continued.) AT THE CAPTAIN’S TABLE. His Opening of the Voyage Talk Made to Vanishing Audience. As the liner cleared the heads and the heavy swell of the Atlantic became noticeable, dinner was served. The twenty-six places at the captain’s ta- ble were filled, and as the soup ap- peared the captain addressed his table | companions. “T trust that all twenty-five of you will have a pleasant trip,” he said, “and that this little assemblage of twenty-four will reach port much ben- efited by the voyage. I look upon the twenty-two smiling faces as a father upon his family, for I am responsible for the lives of this group of nineteen. I hope all fourteen of you will join me later in drinking to a merry trip. I believe we seven fellow-travelers are well suited to each other, and I ap- plaud the judgment which chose from the passenger list these three persons for my table. You and I, my dear sir, are—” The captain chuckled. “Here, stew- ard, bring on my fish and clear away these dishes.”—Puck. Had an Easy Snap. “Say, you remember old ugly Snif- kins, don’t you?” “Why, of course I do. Who would ever forget him, the old nightmore?” “Well, he’s had a soft snap for the last two or three months.” “What's he been doing?” “He’s been posing for an artist who was making sketches for comic yal- entines.”—Dallas News. i An Indulgent Parent. “I suppose,” said the village grocer, “that you are going to give your son a liberal education.” “Yew bet I be,” replied Farmer Hay- fix. “Why, blame it all, I’ve ‘lowed him a quarter a week jist fer spendin’ money alone, since he’s been off t’ You strangle me! I INETEEN DIE IN TENEMENT FIRE BLAZE, EVIDENTLY OF INCEN- DIARY ORIGIN, CAUSES AWFUL DISASTER. CAUGHT IN TRAPS OF FLAMES VERY FEW OF THE SLEEPING INMATES ESCAPED WITH- OUT INJURY. AWFUL SIGHT FOT SPECTATORS MANY ROASTED TO DEATH IN PLAIN VIEW OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE... New York, March 15—Nineteen per- sons were burned to death in a fire which destroyed a five-story tenement house yesterday. More than forty were injured and only a few of the sleeping inmates escaped unhurt. Several of those who perished were roasted to death in plain view of thou- sands in the streets. Coroner Goldenkranz declared, after an investigation, that he had reason to believe the blaze was the work of an incendiary. He issued subpoenas for the fire marshal, tenement house and building inspectors and health and police of- ficials to appear before him at the in- quest Thursday. The fire started in the basement and spread With frightful rapidity to the roof. The victims were Caught in Traps of Flames, the halls and exits being rendered im- passable in a few minutes after the blaze started. The building was one of the usual crowded tenements, and the disaster was the worst in<the history of the East side. The district attorney's office has be- gun an investigation to place the blame for the great loss of life. Chief Croker of the fire department asserts that the police and tenement house departments are to blame for the violations of the fire escape law. The tenement house department offi- cials say that blame is on the shoul- ders of the fire commissioner. Of the nineteen dead, three bodies, those of a boy and two girls, remain unidentified. EDITOR OUSTED BY MORMONS. Former Senator Cannon From Church, Salt Lake City, March 15.—As the result of editorials assaulting the pol- icy of the church, Former United States Senator Frank M. Cannon, edi- tor of the Salt Lake Tribune, was yes- terday excommunicated by an order issued from the Weber stake. Mr. Cannon previously had been excluded from fellowship on charge of apostacy and disloyalty to the church. Charles M. Smurthwait, a merchant and prom- inent Mormon, was summoned yester- day before the bishops’ court to an- swer to charges of rebellious utter- ances. Expelled RECEIVED BIG REWARD. Man Who Returns Woman's Lost Dia- monds Receives $1,000. New York, March 15. — A splendid diamond brooch, containing stones weighing 23 carats and valued at.$15,- 000, which was lost last Saturday night by Mrs. T. Edwin Ward as she was leaving a theater in Thirty-fifth street, has been returned by the find- er, who received a reward of $1,000 in cash. The man’s identity was not made known, but he appeared to be in poor circumstances. He returned the jewels in reply to an advertisement. Fireman Killed. Fergus Falls; Minn., March 15.—W. Loop a fireman on the Great Northern railroad, was killed at Campbell yes- terday by being crushed between an engine and the large’ bucket of a coal chute. The bucket had not been swung back into place, and the young man was standing on the steps of the engine and was caught and crushed to death. The remains were brought here and sent to his home near Bat- tle Lake for interment. Gas Explosion Kills Women. Pittsburg, Pa., March 15.—As the re- sult of a gas explosion at the home of Jacob Bittzer in Breeds Hill street yesterday Mrs. Bittzer was burned to death. Amelia Hopkins, a friend, was fatally injured and two houses were completely wrecked. Several firemen were slightly hurt by the roof falling in, . , Negroes Hanged by Posse. Selma, Ala., March 15.—Ed and Will Ptomey, negroes, who Monday shot and fatally wounded Prof. Claude Hardy, were yesterday captured by a posse of citize.s. They were immedi- ately taken to a swamp and hanged. Woman’s Awful Déath. Eldorado, Tl., March 15. — Mrs. W. H. Mosby, wife of a prominent citizen, saturated her clothing with oil last night and burned herself to death. Last week she returned from an school, by grass!"—Detroit Tribune. + asylum. » Suspends Proceedings in the Asphalt Case and Attacks Cable Company. Willemstadt, Curacoa, March 15. — Advices received here from Caracas, Venezuela, announce that the hearing of the appeal of the New York and Bermudez Asphalt company against the sequestration of its property by the government of Venezuela has been ad- journed to make way for the action of the Venezuelan government against the French Cable compeny. It is al- leged that President Castro has or- dered the court to render judgment an- nulling the contract and authorizing the seizure of the Cable company’s property. The government has cut the coast cable east and west of La Guaria to prevent communication with the revolutionists, who are active at Trinidad. The Europeans at Caracas are excited. STORM LOSS IS HEAVY. Total Damage in California Estimated at More Than Half a Million. Los Angeles, March 15.—Yesterday dawned clear and cool in Los Angeles and it is apparent that the great storm that has raged almost incessantly along the southern coast for forty- eight hours is over. As far as has been learned but one life has been lost as a result of the storm, that of a laborer who was drowned at Cajon pass. The total damage scattered over a wide stretch of territory is conserva- tively estimated at an amount in ex- cess of half a million dollars. This in- cludes the damage to streets, build- ings, bridges and other property in this city, the loss to the steam and electric railways and the damage to wharves, piers and shipping all along the, coast. AIDES FLEE FOR LIVES. Intrigue Among Sultan’s Officers Causes Sudden Flight of Three. Constantinople, March 15.—Another palace intrigue so common in the sul- tan’s entourage has resulted in the sudden flight of a trio of high Ottoman officials, Generals Ahmet Pasha and Riza Pasha, aides-de-camp of the sul- tan, and Arif Bey, his majesty’s cham- berlain. It is said that the three of- ficials fled abroad to escape the mach- inations of a secret police cabal at the Yildiz Kiosk, who were said to be bent on their destruction. Riza Pasha was recently attacked and wounded in a street by a gang of men. The assault is alleged to have been instigated by the chief of the secret police. FIRST NEGRO VOTER IS DEAD. David Strothers Dies at El Paso, III, and Funeral Is Large. Bloomington, Ill., March 15.—David Strothers, the first negro to cast a vote in the United States, is dead at El Paso, Ill. His funeral was held yester- day’ afternoon. Woodford county turned out en masse to pay a final mark of respect to Strothers, who was a resident of El Paso for forty-one years. THE MARKETS. Latest Quotations From Grain and Live Stock Centers, St. Paul, March 15.—Wheat—No, 1 Northern, $1.131-4 @ 1.141-2; No. 2 Northern, $1.05@1.10; No. 3, $1.00 1-2 @1.05. Corn—No. 3 yellow, 431-2 @ 441-2c. Oats—No. 3 white, 291-2 @ 30¢c. Minneapolis, March 15. — Wheat — No. 1 hard, $1.15 1-2; No. 1 Northern, 1181-2; No. 2 Northern, $1.091-4 @ 1.10 1-4. Oais—No. 3 white, 29 5-8¢. Duluth, March — Wheat—No. 1 Northern, $1.10 1-2; No. 2 Northern, $1.04 1-2@1.08; flax, $1.39; rye, 73 1-2c. Milwaukee, March 15.—Wheat—No. 1 Northern, $1.15; No. 2 Northern, $1.09@1.12. Rye—No. 1, 83 1-2@84e. Barley—No. 2, ec. Oats—Standard. 321-2c. Corn—No. 3, 45 1-2@46c. Chicago, March —Wheat—No. ? red, $1. -2@1.17 1-2; No. 3 red, $1.10. @1.15; No. 2 hard, $1.14@1.16; No. 3 hard, $1.06@1.14 1-2; No. 1 Northern, $1.15 1-4@1.18 1-4; 5 Northern, $1.10@1.15 1-4. -Corn — No. 2, 46 @ 461-4c. Oats—No. 2, 31@31 1-4c. Sioux City, Tow arch 15.—Cattle —Beeves, $3.50@5.10; cows, bulls and mixed, $2.25@38.50; stockers and feed- ‘ers, $2.75@3.60; calves and yearlings, $2.25 @ 3.25. Hogs — Bulk, $4.65 @ 4.70. Chicago, March 15.—Cattle—Good to prime steers, $5.75@6.30; stockers and feeders, $2.20 @ 4; cows, $1.40 @ 4; heifers, $2 @ 5; calves, $3.50 @ 6.75. Hogs — Mixed and butchers, $4.75 @ 5: bulk, $4.90@5. Sheep — Good! to choice wethers, $5.60 @ 5.90; native lambs, $5.75 @ 7.95: Western lamba, $5.75 @7.95. South St. Paul, March 15.—Cattle— Good to choice steers, $4.85 @ 5.75; good to choice cows and heifers, $2.75 @4; butcher bulls, $2.50@3.25; veals. $2@4.90; good to choice stock steers, $2.75@3.65; good to choice milch cows, $30@40. Hogs — Range price, $4.40@4.65; bulk, $4.50@4.60. Sheep —Good to choice lambs, $6.75 @ 7 25: fair to -good, $6.25 @ 6.75; good to choice yearling wethers, $5.25@6.25; good to choice ewes, $4.65@5. If Named, Churches Profit. Kankakee, Ill., March 15. — Harry Davis, a Kankakee business man who is a candidate for the nomination for town collector, offers to donate $50 to each of the sixteen churches of. the city in the event of his nomination and election. Shot in His Cell by Mob. Long View, Tex., March 15.—Julius Stevens, a negro imprisoned in the jail here charged with assault upon Carl Anderson, was yesterday shot to death in his cell bya mob, ___ : ALL Sick WOMEN SHOULD READ MAS, FOX’S LETTER Im All Parts of the United States Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound Has Effected Similar Cures. Many wonderful cures of female ills _, are continually coming to light which have been brought about by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and through the advice of Mrs. Pinkham, of Lynn, Mass., which is given to sick women absolutely free of charge. Mrs. Pinkham has for many years made a study of the ills of her sex; she has consulted with and advised thousands of suffering women, who to-day owe not only their health but even life to her helpful advice. Mrs. Fannie D. Fox, of 7 Chestnut Street, Bradford, Pa., writes: Dear Mrs. Pinkham :— “T suffered for a long time with womb trouble, and finally was told by my physician that I had a tumor on the womb. t did not want to submit to an operation, so wrote you for advice. I received your letter and did as you ¢old me, and y I am completely cured. My doctor says the tumor has disap- red, and I am once more a well woman. believe Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- pound is the best medicine in the world for women.” The testimonials which we are con- stantlypublishing from grateful women establish beyond a doubt the power of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- pound to conquer female diseases. Women suffering from any form of female weakness are invited to promptly communicate with Mrs. Pinkham, at Lynn, Mass. She asks nothing in return for her advice. It is absolutely free, and to thousands of women has proved to be mere precious than gold. Grave Matter to Her. The omnibuses that meet trains in Chicago look strikingly like hearses. Therefore arose the astonishment of a little Newark girl on reaching the Western metropolis. “Jump in,” said her father, holding the ’bus door open. The child drew back. “Papa,” she cried, “are we going to be buried Newark News. Things He Had Done. “Did you ever do anything that you think you will regret all your life?” “Yes, indeed.” “What was it?” “Thirty days.”. NERVOUS HEADACHE MARRED A YOUNG WOMAN'S HAP- PINESS FOR SEVEN YEARS. Interfered With Her Social Duties aud Threatened to Cause Her Retire- ment—How She Was Cured. Every sufferer from nervous headache knows how completely it unfits one for the duties and pleasures of life. Any little excitement, or over-exertion, or ir- regularity brings it on. Sometimes the pain is over the whole head. Again it is like a nail driven into the brain, or a wedge splitting it open, ora band tight- ening about it. At one time it is all in the top of the head, at another it is all at the base of the skull. Most headaches can be traced to some faulty state of the blood. When the blood is scanty or charged with poison, and the nerves are imperfectly nourished and the digestion weak, one of the com- monest results is frequent and severe headaches. $ The important thing is to get rid of the diseased condition of the blood that causes the attack by the use of a remedy that will do the work quickly and thoroughly. What is that remedy? The experience of Miss Ellen McKenna fur- nishes the answer. She says: «‘For more than seven years I wasa great sufferer from nervous headache and dizziness, My stomach was disordered, and I became so restless that I could not sit still any length of time. Dizziness interrupted my work greatly. At first the attacks were not so severe, but they gradually grew more violent, and finally became so acute that I was on the point of relinquishing my membership in the different organizations to which I be- longed.”’ . «What saved you from that necessity?” “A very simple thing; the call of a member of one of the clubs, who strongly advised me to try Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills before giving up. I acted on her sugges- tion at once, and after steadily using this great blood and nerve remedy for two mouths, my headaches and my dizzi- ness entirely disappeared. Miss McKenna is secretary of the Associated Ladies’ Guild, and resides at No. 48 Wait street, Roxbury, Mass. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills have cured many hundreds of similar cases, and can be confidently recommended to drive all poisons from the blood and to give needed strength to the nerves. Every druggist keens them, Dallas News. A man’s peculiarities are most ap- parent when he strives to conceal them. TO CURE A COLD IN ONE DAY ‘Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. All sts refund the money {f {t falls to cure. E. W. ve's signature {8 on each bos. 250. The fellow who keeps his troubles to himself has learned the secret of popularity.