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a “tough time with the grip, and it is no REACHED AFTER EIGHT YEARS OF OOMPLIOATED TROUBLES. Deafness, Hissing Sounds in Head, Stomach Disorder, Palpitation of Heart and Debility Overcome at Last. Mr. Newman certainly had a very wonder that he thinks that the remedy that cured him can’t be beat. His case shows how profoundly grip poisons the system aud how obstinately it resists all ordinary efforts to eradicate it. Few cases can be worse than Mr. New- man’s for he had head, heart and stom- ach troubles combined with great weak- ness. He recently said : “The attack of grip which I had eight years ago left me in a very bad fix. I became nearly deaf and my head ached continually and was filled with hissing aud roaring sounds. My heart fluttered aud had regular running-away spells. My stomach was so sore that I could hardly bear a touch on that part of my body. I had a great deal of pain in the region of my liver and the doctor said that organ was enlarged. My kidneys ached so at times that I could hardly stand,” ** Didn’t you give up and go to bed?” he was asked. “No, I simply wouldn’t. My head and my back ached dreadfully, but I obstinately dragged myself about, kept srowiug worse and finally ran down to abnost nothing.” ““ What did you do to get relief?” rst I tried a doctor, but he did me no good. Then I took all kinds of ad- vertised preparations but nothing proved helpful until I began to use Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. As soon as I got them I Inew that I had at last hit the right remedy for my case. The very first box <lid more for me than anything else I liad ever taken. They gave me relief right away and in three months they positively cured me. I think I was scarcely ever in better health in my life than I am at present.” Mr. William A. Newman is a well- kuown Camden county farmer, living at Sagrada, Missouri. His case was a se- vere test for any remedy, but Dr. Wil- liams’ Pink Pills met everyrequirement. Other remedies merely drive the of the grip into hiding, but Dr. Williams’ Piuk Pills drive it out of the system, ‘They are sold by every druggist. 3 The Same Old Cow. A man was once traveling by rail in the Transvaal when suddenly the in stopped. ‘Putting his head out of window he asked the guard what se of the delay was. a cow on the line,” answered d train soon started again on its journe’, but, after a few hours, again came to a stop. The same passenger, again putting his head out of the window, asked the guard the reason of the stoppage. Another cow on the line, guard?” “No, sir,” replied the guard, solemn- “it's the same old cow.” $100 Reward, $100. . ‘The readers of this paper will be pleased to learn at least one dreaded disease that sclence 1 able to cure in all tts stages, and that ts all's Catarrh Cure 1s the only positive own to the medical fraternity. Catarrh Uitutional disease, requires a constitu- siment. Hall's Catarrh Cure fs taken tn- directly upon the blood and mucous ot the system, thereby destroying the of the disease, and giving the patfent yullding up the constitution and assist- joing its work. ‘The proprietors have h in its curative powers that they offer d Dollars for any case that it falls to for listof testimonials, 30 F. Je EY & CO., Toledo, 0. y all Druggiste, 75c. ‘Lake Hall's Family Pills for const{pation. He Was Safe. A teacher in one of the public schools asked a little Irish boy why he had been absent a day, to which the youth replied: “My mother had the mumps and I had to go and get the doctor.” “But don’t you know that the mumps i itching, Johnny?” Yes, but this is my stepmother, and she never gives me anything.” Willing to Work. Weary Wraggles—Leddy, I'll saw some wood fer youse if youse’ll gim- zie some hot grub. Mrs. Firstflore—But, my good man, can’t you see this is a flat?) We burn only as. Weary Wraggles—Den, leddy, I'll turn on de gas fer youse. in a Pinch, Use ALLEN’S FOOT-EASE, A powder. It cures painful,smarting, nerv- ous feet and ingrowing nails. It's the greatest comfort discovery of the age. Makes new shoes easy. A certain cure for sweating feet. Sold by all druggists, 25c. Trial package FREE. Address A. S Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y. ‘ Cautious Investor. Farmer—How much fer a ride ter taown? Cabby—Fifty cents with all that lug- gage. Farmer—Wa-al, the 50 cents ain’t bad, but gosh ef I'll throw in the lug- gage. A woman is very helpful around a sick room, because if hot water doesn’t help you she tries cold water. FS eee lee oie re. 01 Di. Room beds ot Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pe The religion that makes you feel like fighting your brother never came from your father. I do not believe Piso’s Cure for Consumption has an equal for coughs and colds._Jomn F. Borex, Trinity Springs, Ind., Feb. 15, 1900. Vanity has a place in the heart, no matter what the condition nor how lemble the protestations. Love that can be measured is never worth measuring. “NWNU —NO.18— 1905 THE END OF THE GRIP CHAPTER X.—(Continued). “Well, my daughter, I will tell you a story—a true story—and there is a name in it of which you may have heard.” “What name, dear mother?” asked Helen, with perfectly feigned drowsi- ness: “She will be fast asleep before I get half through with it,” thought Martha. “The name, my dear child, is De Lavet.” “De Lavet? I have never heard of that name before.” “Why the name of the great gentle- man—the nobleman Dr. Sosia told you of to-day—the name of the nobleman you were nearly married to in Gal- way.” “I do not know what you are talk- ing about, mother. I never was near married to anybody. Please don’t tease me, but tell me the story.” “Poor thing,” thought Martha; “‘she is, indeed, quite delirious. She has forgotten all that has happened to her. Well, so much the better; she will never remember what I tell her. “Well, my dear, my story is about Robert de Lavet, now Lord de Lavet, they say, though I have not seen him nor heard of him for many a year—no, not for twenty-two years—till I heard a man speak of him here this very day.” Clarence, prostrate on the floor of the room above, and with his gaze piercing downward, through the rag- ged lathing, listened attentively. He was eager to hear something of a rival whom he had never seen but once, and then at a distance, but who had very nearly wedded Helen Beau- clair. He was not fearful of interruption, for he correctly judged that the Osreds and Bashfort would not visit Helen’s prison again during the night. “And Sosia is dead and cold at the bottom of the well,” he said to him- self. “I perceive dear Helen’s scheme. Bless her cunning wit.” “Robert de Lavet, when I knew him,” continued Martha, after taking a glass of wine from the tray, to freshen herself up a little, “was a proud and jealous-minded man, about thirty years of age; a very stately and handsome young man he was, but not a lord then. He was not very rich then, and I don’t know that he is now. Well, he thought he loved a very beautiful young lady (I say thought he loved; for I don’t think he could have loved her very much and have acted toward her as he did after she was his wife). She was only sixteen when he married her, and she did not know what love was when she married Robert de Lavet—though I am sure she did love him and was true to him after she was his wife. “Her name was Rachel Allenstone, and she was the only child of a rich Puritan knight, Sir Lucas Allenstone. “Now I, then quite a young woman, was Miss Rachel Allenstone’s own maid. I did not know Neil Bashfort in those days—I wish I had never met Neil Bashfort. But that is neither here nor there, for all that I am about to tell happened before I ever saw him. “The match was made between Ro}, ert de Lavet and Rachel Allenstone by Rachel’s mother, who knew that Rob- ert de Lavet would some day, if he lived, be a lord—Lord de Lavet. Per- haps the pair would have lived very happily together till now but for the jealous nature of Robert de Lavet. He had a pretended friend, a man about his own age, who secretly loved Rachel Allenstone before she married Robert de Lavet. This pretended friend’s name was Zeno Sosla—that very man who— “But how that rat startled me,” sud- denly exclaimed Martha, in a very dif- ferent tone from that in which she had been speaking so monotonously. A sound above had startled her. Clarence was so amazed at hearing the name of Sosia in Martha’s narrative that his involuntary starting had dis- lodged a bit of plaster, and the frag- ment had fallen into Helen’s room, rattling as it passed through the laths. “Rats! I hear them gnawing up there! Are you asleep, my daughter?” said Martha, reassured by the rasping noise. “Nearly. If you had not changed your tone I should soon have been sound asleep, dear mother. I was just sinking into a dozy dream of my dear, darling Clarence Darrell, aad imagin- ing what a very big rat he might be— which was very queer!” “I wish she would go to sleep and the devil fly away with the rats!” mut- tered Martha, who then resumed her story in that monotonous tone which she believed would be most sporific in its effect. “Well, Zeno Sosia, not so ugly then as he was when I saw him. to-day, loved Rachel Allenstone, and she de- tested/him; and when she became Robert de Lavet’s wife, Sosia deter- mined to ruin her in-the mind of her proud and jealous husband. I don’t know exactly how Sosia went to work, but by means of forged letters and lies —I know it must have been by some such means, though I could never prove it, nor even get a chance to prove it—he persuaded Sir Robert, who was made a baronet soon after the marriage by King Charles the First— Sosia persuaded Sir Robert that Lady Rachel was unfaithful to him and that she loved Claude de Lavet, the young- The Sorcerer of St. Giles By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. er brother of Sir Robert, and as pure and good a young gentleman he was as ever lived. So that, at last, Sir Rob- ert got to believe that Lady Rachel’s infant son was not his child, but the child of Claude de Lavet. And then he drove his innocent wife from their. home, which was in Yorkshire, and made her take her child with her, which the poor, wronged young mother was very glad to do, no doubt. “Now, until Sir Robert became jeal- ous of his brother, he loved Claude dearly. I never knew a man to be more fond of a brother than Sir Rob- ert was of Claude de Lavet, and they looked wonderfully alike, too. But all that brotherly love turned to the gall of hatred when Sir Robert became jealous, and especially when Lady Rachel (whose parents were dead when all this trouble happened) was defended from slander and given pro- tection by Claude. “Well, one morning the people of an inn at York, called the Boar Inn, were fearfully excited on, finding that a trav- eler, who had stopped there with a lit- tle child (an infant boy) the previous night, had been murdered during the night, and that the child had disap- peared. That traveler was Claude de Lavet, and the picture you called Clar- ence Darrell , this day, was the very image of Claude de Lavet, as I knew him twenty-two years ago.” “T did not call any picture Clarence Darrell to-day,” said Helen, drowsily. “I saw no picture to-day.” “She is delirious, and remembers nothing,” mutterd Martha. “Well, the murdered man was Claude de Lavet, and I have always believed that he was on his way to see his brother, and to prove that Zeno Sosia was the vil- lain in the matter, and that he had pa- pers and proofs of Sosia’s forgeries to show to Sir Robert; for it is known that Sir Robert had received, a few Gays before, a letter from Claude, in which the latter said: “You shall be happy again, and the innocent shall be righted, and together we shall put our heels upon the head of the serpent who hatched this egg of discord and villainy. In a few days I shall be at Lavet hall with your child, and full proofs that your wife is innocent,” “I saw and read that letter myself. But Claude was murdered, and the child was stolen. Lady Rachel ‘went mad, they said, and went to France and doubtless died there—for so it was rumored before I quitted Sir Robert's service and went to live in London— and the child was never heard of again. “As for the murderer, he was never known; but I have had my suspicions these many years—ever since I was fool enough to marry Neil Bashicrt— and now I am sure that he— Well, Yll be careful what I say, even now. Till an hour ago I never let Bashfort suspect that I ever knew the De La- vets. I met him years after all this happened, and at a time when | did not care to let any one know where I was reared. Are you awake, my child?” Helen made no reply, but feigned slumber. “o she is asleep at last, and I shall have a chance, too,” muttered Martha, rising softly and looking keenly at the beautiful and motionles sface. rhe key! I had better hide the key,” she muttered, remembering Bash- fort’s caution. “I shall sleep y sound, I know, and sometimes deliri- ous people are like the insane—vyery cunning. She might steal it from my pocket, or even from my bosom, if she wakes delirious and wicked, as they say.” Thinking this, Martha slipped the key under the edge of the carpet, and then stretched her tall and strong frame upon a straw couch which Bash- fort had brought in when he removed the case from the room some hours before. In five minutes Martha was as sound asleep as she had ever becn in all her life. In five minutes more her loud snor- ing filled the room. “Helen, dear Helen,” said Clarence, in a loud whisper, and showing his face in the opening of the ceiling. “Clarence! dear Clarence!’’ replied Helen, in the same tone, and rising upon her elbow, while their eyes met in a steady, joyous, burning gaze of mutual love and devotion. Martha slept profoundly. The separated lovers could exchange whispers at last! CHAPTER XI. The Brief Interview of the Lovers. “Dear Helen!” whispered Clarence, and his voice was so husky from long thirst that his dry lips and tongue were searcely able to make his words audi- ple to the young lady, “I am not strong enough to attempt your rescue to- night; nor do I think you could under- go the perils and fatigue we must con- front in escaping from this place.” “Ah, tell me where I am, dear Clar- ence.” “On the island of Aranmore, in the ruined barracks of Dun Aengus Cliff.” “Oh, good heave !”’ “Did you call, 1ady?” bere said Mar- tha, in a drowsy tons, put renewing her long, loud breathing again, as no reply was made to her question. * “That woman was not awake,” whis- pered Clarence, “yet she may awake at any moment, as her sleep is natur- al.” “Dear Clarence, I am stronger than you think,’ ’said Helen, “Oh, let me try to escape to-night—at least from this prison.” “Nay, I must have both food and re- pose myself,” said Clarence. “It is nearly three days since sleep has clos- ed my eyes, and for twenty-four hours neither food nor drink has passed my lips. Patfence—courage! Continue to feign to be delirious, and to-morrow night I will try to rescue. Sleep, and gain all the strength you can. Adieu for a few hours.” “Ah, then you must go?” “I must, for your sake as well as my own,” replied Clarence, upon whose frame his immense fatigue and anxie- ties had begun to bear warningly. “I must, dear Helen. God bless and guard you! Courage and patience!” “Dear Clarence! Ah! he has gone!” sighed Helen, after listening in vain for a response. “Courage and pa- tience? Indeed I have great need of both, and of heaven’s aid, too!” And here a sob of bitter heart-an- guish burst from her lips. “What is it? What is the matter?” said Martha, aroused by the sound, and sitting up. “Did you call, my daughter?” Helen made no reply, but feigned a deep sleep, saying, however to herself: “Ah, Clarence was right. The slight- est unusual sound ewakes this dread- ful woman. Oh, it ‘will be very diffi- cult to evade her vigilance!” Martha arose and tent over the pre- tended sleeper. “Yes, she is asleep,” muttered Mar- tha. “But she has been weeping in her sleep, for I see tears on her cheek. She must have sobbed, too, for some such noise awoke me. “Why cannot I sleep as sound as she? [had a queer dream, too,” she added, looking up at the hole in the ceiling. “I dreamed that Claude de Lavet was at that hole, whispering to the young lady.” “Oh, heaven! what a marrow es- cape!” thought Helen, hearing the woman’s whispered soliloquy. “J go not think I can sleep well in a room with a hole like that in the ceiling, ‘continued Martha, as she filled a glass with wine from a bottle on the tray. “I must get Bashfort to nail boards over that hole to-morrow, or I shall be dreaming that the sorcer- er’s ghost is peeping down at me. But I must sleep, even if I take a little opium,” she continued, pouring a few drops of laudanum into the glass from a vial which she took from her bosom. “J feel nervous and shaky.” She drank and again prostrated her- self on the couch. Meanwhile Clarence had made his way back to his former spying place, in the room above the kitchen. The two Osreds were sound asleep upon their chairs, their heads upon the table; and Bashfort was also asleep, stretched out at full length upon a bench. Bashfort, on his return from Helen’s room, had found his master and the other asleep; and mindful of Lord Gen- lis’ order, did not disturb them, but re- solved to take a nap himself, till his lord of Capt. Osred should awake. “Lord Genlis’ head slipped from the table just as Clarence regained the spying place, and he called out loudly: “Ha, Bashfort! Awake, man, and show me to a bed! My joints ache from sleeping here.” “and mine,” said the captain, awak- heavily. aria way, gentlemen,” said Bash- fort, rising with a great yawn, and tak- ing a lamp from the table. (To Be Continued.) I Se ee MARIE ANTOINETTE TO BLAME. Stomacher Front Mcdes Call for Flat, High Bust Corsets. Marie Antoinette modes are respon- sible for the higher cut corsets. The stomacher front that is so conspicu- ous a feature of the season’s style calls for straight-front stays of excep- tional altitude, and it is safe to proph- esy that, save for athletic use, the low-cut corset—for a while, at any rate—is a thing of the past. Yet the new model has little of the discom- fort of its Queen Anne prototype. The royal and noble women of that mon- arch’s time walked about in strait- jacketS of iron and wood that must have caused much palpitation of the ; heart and all sorts of digestive disor- ders. The new straight front is pias- tic as well as supporting, and it is al- most as easy for madame to bend and sway in one of them as in the un- praced waists of a decade or so ago. Nevertheless, the lines are similar to those of the Queen Anne and Marie Antoinette patterns. Even the longi- tudinal garters attached to them are not innovations, for these traces of hose supporters are visible in several corsets remaining as relics of the days when women didn’t know how to combine style with comfort.—New York Press. —_— He Read the Sign. Mrs. Medders—Didn't ye stop at the newsstand and get thet Ladies’ Maga- fur me? Seek Meddezs—He didn’t have none; jest sold out. Mrs. Medders—Did he say so? Farmer Medders—Didn’t have to ask ‘im. There he had it all printed ona big sign: “Ladies’ Magazine Jest Out.” __ Equally Sweet. smeralda—Where are you and Jack going to spend your honeymoon? Gwendolen—With relatives up in ont. Veanaenaalewhy, I shouldn’t call that a honeymoon, at all. 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