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CVERY SUFFERER WANTSTHE VERY QUICKEST OURE. Mr. Donovan Thinks the Remedy Used by Him with Such Remarkable Success the Best—Cured by Five Boxes. *‘Men who have to do difficult and dangerous work on electric lines at any hour of day or night, can’t afford to have auything the matter with their health,” | said Mr. Donovan. You can imagine, therefore, how much I was alarmed one uter’s day in 1902, when I was seized by a pain just behind my right hip that made it difficult for me to walk home. It was so bad by the time I reached the house that I was obliged to go straight to bed.”’ * Did that relieve you?” o, the pain grew more severe and kept extending downward along my leg. Isent for a physician, and he soon de- cided that I had sciatica. In afew days the whole nerve was affected, and the least movement brought on terrible agony.”’ “Did your condition improve under he doctor’s treatment?” “Quite the contrary. At the end of two mouths I wasn’t a bit better, and at times I feared that I would never be able to leave my bed.” “ How did you get out again ?”’ «* When I was lying in bed, unable to move and wasting away in flesh, a friend visited me and told me about the won- derful cures brought about by a great blood and nerve remedy, Dr. Williams’ Piuk Pills. He strongly urged me to try them, and I luckily had sense enough to take his advice.” “« Did you mend quickly?” “Yes, that was the astonishing thing. I noticed a slight improvement before I had quite finished the first box of the pills, [ could get out of bed while I was on the third box, and I was entirely cared by the time I had taken five boxes.’” Mr, Joseph A. Donovan is living at Plaistow, New Hampshire, and is line inspector for the Haverhill, Newton and Plaistow Electric Street Railway. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pillg are the remedy to use when the blood is thin, asin anzemia; or impure, as in rheumatism; or when the u s are weak, as in neuralgia; or lifeless, as in partial paralysis; or when the body as a whole is ill-nourished, as in general debility. They are sold by all druggists. Knew the Record. There were many at the pistol tar- get competition, standing close to see the shooting, but well out of range. it came*to the turn of a visiting competitor, a stranger whom a home marksman bethought him to introduce to those present as a distinction due him. “This gentleman,” said he, “is a member of the New York police force, and And instantly the spectators rushed from all parts of the grounds and pressed as close to the target as it was possible for them to get. D'ye Moird That, Now? Mistress—I had to notice to- Mary Ann, how much brighter Bi . Dingle’s bannisters are polished than ours are. You must po%ish ours ce them, Mary Ann. Ann—Ah, sure, mom, it’s all av her loively kid, mom! i Mistress—Well, Mary Ann, t you do as well as a little boy, I ould loike to know? ry Ann—Mom! Shure, I never yet shlode down anybody’s banishters in me loife, mom, an’ it’s not mesilf that’s the wan to shtart in a-doin’ av it now, begorry! An’ I give yees wah- rin-in’! Her day Brilliant Enough for the Bar. Clarkson, who fifty years ago was one of the cleverest counsel practic- at the law courts, was wont to tell a humorous imcident in which he red on one occasion. He had gone to Danby’s, the wig maker of the Temple, to get his hair ‘, and while the operation was go- ing on noticed a boy of about twelve 2 of age playing in the shop. ‘larkson asked Danby whether the boy was his. “Yes, vir,” was the reply. “And what do you mean to make of him?” was the next question. “Well, sir, as at present advised, and without prejudice, if he turns out a sharp, clever fellow, I mean to bring him up to my own business; but if he should prove to be, in the efflux of time, a dull, idle blockhead—as I think it is not unlikely he will—I shall send him to the bar.” in Were Good for Both. Paulding, Miss., May 15th.—(Spe- cial)—In this neighborhood men and women alike are telling of the great benefit they have received from the use of Dodd's Kidney Pills, and it fre- quently happens they are the means of curing members of both sexes in the same family. Take the case of and Mrs. F. Erby. The latter es the sentiment of both when yS> “My lips cannot express too much praise for Dodd’s Kidney Pills.’ I suf- fered with Backache and Female weakness for four or five years and I feel that I have been wonderfully helped by Dodd’s Kidney Pills. My husband, too, was a sufferer for five years from.a weak bladder and they also cured him.” Dodd’s Kidney Pills make healthy kidneys. Healthy kidneys mean pure blood and good health all over the body. No woman with healthy kid- neys ever had female weakness. F Sure Thing. “He's got more money than he knows what to do with, I hear.” “Yes; but he’s going to be married.” “Well?” “Well, his wife will know a thing or tae.’ PUINFUL SCIATICA! CHAPTER XI.—(Continued). “Ha!” thought the astounded sor- cerer, as he peered and listened at his spying place, “How has he discovered so much?” “Yes, guilty man,” continued Clar- ence, raising his chin so as to expose his throat, across which he had drawn a bloody-looking mark with the lees of the red Burgundy wine upon the table, “when you did this, you made me as I am—a spirit. To whom gave you the child of Robert de Lavet and Rachel Allenstone?” The hidden sorcerer almost cried out with surprise, so astonished was he at the information of Clarence, thus revealed. “To the man who made me commit the crime,” replied Bashfort, his teeth chattering with terror—‘“to him who was as guilty as I—for he forced me to the deed! To Zeno Sosia! He should be in the other world with you, for he 1s dead!” “Aye, in the well shaft. But the devils have seized his soul, and I can- not question it. What became of Rob- ert de Lavet’s son?” “Zeno Sosia sent him to France; I know no more. I parted from the sor- cerer soon after that.” “The child was sent to France, to the care of persons called Le Clerc?” Yes.” “And you carried the child thither?” “Yes.” “And the child was called Raymond Sosia: Where is he now?” “I do not know, unl he is the re- puted son of Zeno Sosia—the young man called Raymond Sosia—and who, I heard some years ago, was in Lon- don, with the Sorcerer of St. Giles. Oh, haunt me no more!” Clarence feared to protract the con- versation any longer; nor, indeed, could he—for at that instant Bashfort’s great terror caused the guilty ruffian to fall into convulsions, during which he foamed at the mouth, jerked his limbs violently, and beat the floor with his fists, head and heels, rolling over and over in his spasm, upsetting the table and chairs and benches and creating such a furieus clatter that Clarence hurried from the kitchen into the corridor, closing the door as he de- parted, and hearing the approaching voices of the now aroused Osreds shouting from their quarters. “Courage, Bashfort! Courage! come! Courage!” And, in truth, Clarence had not been ten seconds out of the kitchen when the Osreds rushed into it, sword and pistol in hand. We CHAPTER XIil. The Lovers Exchange Kisses. Sosia fled from kis spying place the moment he saw Clarence Darell de- part from the kitchen, correctly sus- pecting that Clarence knew of the spot and expecting that the young man would hasten to it to see what else might take place below. And in the latter surmise the wily sorcerer was right, for Clarence was, indeed, soon at the cobweb-concealed opening, and wholly unsuspicious that his most formidable enemy was still alive and on the alert. Lord Genlis and Capt. Osred—only partially clad, as they had been sleep- ing—were amazed at what they saw as they rushed into the kitchen. The whole place was in disorder from the spasmodis rolling, writhing and floundering of Neil Bashfort. The lamps had fallen from the overturned table, and their flames were flaring and sputtering amid platters, dishes and bottles, and scattered viands; much smoke and smell of burned gun- powder was in the air, and the con- vulsed ruffian was quivering and gasp- ing in the throes of his fit as if in the very agonies of death. “He is in a fit!” exclaimed Lord Genlis, the instant his eyes had rest- ed for a moment on Bashfort’s swollen and livid face. “He used to have such when we were boys together.” “But I am now sure I heard two pis- tol shots!” said Capt. Osred, sniffing in the pungent air. “I think the ex- plosions awoke me. I was sinking to sleep again when the clatter started both of us to our weapons. But he is quiet now.” “Yes, he is coming out of it, as they say. What a start the fellow gave me!” replied Lord Genlis, righting an overturned chair and sitting down heavily. “What a start!” and he drew his shirt sleeve over his streaming face. “Why, I was dreaming of that accursed sorcerer at the moment, and fancied he was here with the four sailors—ugh! five dead men!—trying to strangle Bashfort to get at us. Ugh! what a start!” And here he shuddered and wiped his face again. “Ha! how are you, Bashfort?” said the captain, for Bashfort was now try- ing to gain his feet in a vague and clumsy way. “Here—let us help you to a chair.” But several minutes passed before Bashfort’s intellect fully returned. The Osreds, having opened a bottie of wine, watied patiently until he be- The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. Giles gan to speak, after he had glared wild- ly about him for some time. “T’'ve had a fit?” he asked, at last. “Yes. Patience! You will be all right again presently.” Here, drink some wine,” said Lord Genlis. Bashfort drank, held his head down for a time ,and then arose, walked heavily to the door, and stared at and felt the two bullets embedded therein. “Aye, it was a spirit!” he said. “Else these bullets would have passed through a living heart!” “Come! what are you talking about? You had a fit, and I wonder you did not harm yourself—for you fired off both your pistols. Here they are, and empty.” “My lord, this is three times within twenty hours—yea, within ten hours— that with my open eyes, not dreaming, I have seen—” “What? Who?’ asked Lord Genlis; for Bashfort suddenly paused and shivered, as if very cold. “Nothing, my lord. I see I have had one of my old fits. It must have been coming on me for several hours.” “Well, now that you are satisfied of that, we will go to bed again,” said Lord Genlis, looking at his watch. “It is just two o’clock—some hours before sunrise yet, and we all need repose. So to your couch again, my man, and sleep. You know you never have had two of these fits on the same day. With you they used always to be months apart. Come, Wilford, let us to our bed again—and I hope to sleep. Here—one more taste of that wine, to quiet my nerves, for Bashfort gave me a terrible start. How are you now, Bashfort?” “Why, dulllike,” replied Basifort, from the bench near the hearth. “Yes, it was all because of the fit that was coming on me all day, and that trick of the infernal sorcerer in the closet room—that’s what started my mind— that and the dream I had on the cliff,” he muttered, gazing at the embers, after the Osreds had retired. “But I thought I saw Claude de Lavet there,” he added, shuddering, and looking askance over his shoulder toward the door. “All because of the fit and my thinking so much of that affair at York. Besides, I had really forgotten the name of the young gentleman, till Martha mentioned it. Now, when and where did she ever know Claude de Lavet? I must talk with her about that. And the miniature portrait of the Clarence Darrell she spoke of? Very strange! But my brain is whirl- ing and heavy, so I will try to sleep again.” He drank deeply again of his favor- ite liquor, reloaded his pistols and threw himself upon his couch. When Clarence at his spying place was assured by Bashfort’s manner of breathing that the man was again asleep, he resolved to pay another visit to the opening which comniaad- ed a view of Helen’s prison. The food ana drink which he had taken had refreshed him so much that he felt able to make an attempt to rescue Helen, if he should find her strong enough to leave Dun Aengus. Returning to the broken ceiling above her room, he peered cautiously down. Martha Bashfort lay asleep on a pallet; but Helen was on her knees at her own bedside, awake, but in the at- titude of prayer. Her hands were uplifted and closed, but her lips were moving with peti- tions to heaven, which she dared not utter aloud. Clarence made a rasping noise on the hanging laths, and gently turned them aside. She turned her face toward the opening and saw him. With difficulty she repressed a cry of joyful surprise and rose to her feet. She still was clothed in the bridal dress, for she had refused to exchange it for the coarse night garb which Martha had offered her. “Thank God, you are still alive, dear Clarence,” she whispered. “She sleeps well now?” asked Clar- ence, and nodding to the prostrate woman on the pallet. “Yes. Oh,I heard the report of pis- tols and imagined. they had met and killed you, dear Clarence,” whispered Helen, gliding across the room with a noiseless siep, and placing a small but tall and strong table just beneath the hole in the ceiling. Then, stepping upon a chair, she stepped from that upon the table, raised herself to her full height and stretched up her right hand as far as she could. Clarence, prostrate upon the floor of the room above, and with his head and right shoulder in the opening, reached down his right arm, and then the right hands of these two devoted lovers were firmly clasped in a grasp of love and joy. “Dear Clarence!” “Dearest Helen!” “Ah! Our hands meet once again, dear one,” whispered Helen. “I fear- ed just now you were dead, shot by those dreadful men. We heard pistol reports, and the noise awoke the woman. She got up, but soon lay down again, muttered something about her desire to sleep, and that she hoped Bashfort had shot himself, or that some one had shot him. I asked her to go and see who was shot, but she did not appear to hear me, for she only snored in reply. Then I thought you were captured and killed, and I nearly died in despair. Then, after a time I faincied I heard the sound of some fierce struggle, and shouts afar off; and finally, I got up and knelt and was praying to heaven to aid me—to give me strength to escape—when I heard ycur signal, dear, dear Clar- ence!” “Then you were about to try to es- cape? How?” “I do not know. I thought of search- .| ing the woman's person for the key.” “It is not on her person. I saw her slip it under the carpet. But do you feel able to undergo a great deal of fatigue?” “any fatigue to escape from this place, dear Clarence.” “Look under the carpet there,” whispered Claence, pointing to where he had seen Martha hide the key. “Ah, it is not here!” said Helen, after much vain searching. “I remem- ber now that when she got up last she stooped here and picked up some- thing which she placed in her bosom.” “Tt must have been the key. I can enter your room and throttle her, but I do not wish to harm her, She is a very strong woman, and will not be mastered easily. I might be forced to kill her. She may awake at any mo- ment, too. Wati a moment!” Clarence vanished from Helen’s sight for a moment, during which he searched in an inner pocket of his vest, and took out a small water-tight box, and from this he took a pellet, which he gave to Helen, whispering: “This which I give you is one of Zeno Sosia’s inventions. We must guard against the woman waking again, if she wakes while you search her person for the key. Were I to at- tempt to draw you up through this opening, the fall of plaster might awake her. I saw ber drink from that bottle, she may do so again if she awakes. You must persuade her to do so. Drop this pellet into the bottle. The drug will dissolve immediately. Shake up the liquid well. So. That is right,” he added, as Helen rapidly obeyed his directions.’ Now, place the chair and the table as they were. Now, if you obtain the key, go out into the corridor, and I will soon meet you there.” “jf she wakes while I am searching her?” “Pretend to be delirious. Persuade her to drink of the drugged wine. Feign to drink some yourself. if she drinks of it, you shall soon be free. Haste! It must now be nearly three o'clock. In two hours it will be day- light.” Martha had heard nothing of this plotting. The laudanum she had tak- en had steeped her hearing in so pro- found a sleep that no sound less than a clap of thunder would have aroused her. But she was a person remarkable sensitive to touch, no matter how soundly she was sleeping. Helen had scarcely begun to glide her soft hand among the folds of Mar- tha’s clothing about the woman's bosom, when Martha threw up both arms and grasped the terrified girl around the neck with a fierceness of grip that was almost stifling. Helen was unable to restrain a sharp cry of alarm and pain. “Ah,” thought Clarence, “T shall have to kill the wretch, I fear.” “Would you murder me in my sleep?” cried Martha, who had been dreaming of Neil Bashfort’s seizure of her throat. “Would you?—would you?” ‘And her knife was nearly drawn ere she recognized that Helen Beauclair, and not Neil Bashfort, was grasping. “Mercy! mercy!” under her stifling strangle. “what! you—you,” exclaimed the amazed woman, releasing ber hold and springing to. her feet; while the panting and terrified girl was unable for the time to rise. (To Be Continued.) — AILMENTS OF THE ANIMALS. The Elephant, the Camel and the Oth- ers Talk About Their Health. Out of the corner of his shifty little eye the elephant watched the small boy who was trying to feed him a plug of tobacco, and then the circus pachy- derm heaved a mournful sigh. “What's the matter?” asked the camei in the next stall. “Some kid feed you an apple loaded with cayenne pepper?” “Say, you'd grunt yourself,” retort- ed the elephant, looking wrathfully down his ten feet of ivory tusk, “if you had the toothache in a pair of molors the size of these.” “Oh, I know just how it feels, and you have my sympathy,” said the camel. “See these two humps on my pack? Well; how’d you like to have the lumbago in 'em?” “I am a candidate for sympathy, too,” murmured the giraffe, rubber necking into the conversation. “With my stretch of gullet I can assure you that there’s nothing worse than ton- silitis or a sore throat.” “Tush, tush,” snarled the leopard, “what are those trivial ailments to the sufferings I have to undergo? Think of listening to people comment ing on my personal appearance, would. be wits who get off bright remarks about my having the spotted fever.” - An Idea. “There’s a lot of talk in the papers,” said Mr. Dumley, “about the ‘necessity of uniform divorce laws.’ I wonder what that means?” “Probably,” suggested Mrs. Dumley, “it’s to compel divorced people to wear a uniform, so other folks can recog: ALFONSO AND HIS MOTOR CAR. King of Spain Badly Afflicted With the Craze. Jerome Hart tells of the enthusiasm shown by King Alphonso of Spain for the automobile: “He is affected with an acute case of motormania. He spends most of his time, both at Ma- drid and at San Sebastian, in wildly careering across the country in motor ears. He owns several high-power French automobiles, and when in them, like Jehu the son of Nimshi, he driveth fast and furiously. In fact, so reckless is his driving, so numerous are his accidents, that the queen moth- er recently became alatmed and urged him to abandon his dangerous sport. Failing in this, she got a member of the cortes to father a law imposing limitations on the king’s speed. This did not mean limitations as to speed on the king’s highway—it meant limi- tations on the speed of the king on the king’s highway. But this projected law aroused the indignation of some courtly legislators in the cortes, and they opposed it bitterly. The king, tkey said, is above the law, therefore, to pass laws leveled at the king would be against the law. Before this puzzle the perplexed cortes recoiled and the law was not passed. “The young king only recently suc- ceeded in so far overcoming the queen- mother’s repugnance to motor cars that he persuaded her to accompany him in a little drive. It was unfortu- rate that on her first experiment with him as a motorist the king should have had one of his frequent mishaps. But he did. He came a cropper, and it was a royal cropper. : “His enormous machine, going at high speed, skidded and capsized, hurl- ing its royal freight some distance into a ditch. The queen-mother was badly scared, her royal feathers and royal temper were much rumpled, but otherwise she was unhurt.” Cost and Time of Trip to a Star. “Let us suppose a railway to have been built between the earth and the fixed star Centauri,” said the lecturer. “By a consideration of this railway’s workings we can get some idea of the enormous distance that intervenes be- tween Centaurus and us. “Suppose that I should decide to take a trip on this new aerial line to the fixed star. I ask the ticket agent what the fare is, and he answers: “‘The fare is very low, sir. It is orly a cent each hundred miles.’ “‘And what, at that rate, will the through ticket one way cost?’ I ask. “It will cost just $2,750,000,000,’ he apswers. “IT pay for my ticket and board the train. We set off at a tremendous rate. “‘How fast?’ I ask the brakeman, ‘are we going?’ “Sixty miles an hour, sir,’ says he, ‘and its a through train. There are no stoppages.’ “We'll soon be there, then, won’t we?’ I resume. “We'll make good time, sir,’ says the brakeman. “‘And when will we arrive?’ delphia Bulletin. The Best of Life. "s heat is cooled long rush slow to a quiet e purblind passion that he ruled Our noisier years, at last Spurs us in vain, and, weary race, We care no more who loses or of the who wins— Ah, not till all the best of life seems pas! The best of life begins. To tell for only fame, Handclappings, and ‘the fickle gusts of praise, For place or power or gold to gild a name J 2 Above the grave whereto All paths will bring us, were to lose our days: We, on whose ears youth’s passing bell has tolled. In blowing bubbles, even as children do, Forgetting we grow old. But the world widens when ingeyel hope of trival gain that ruled us les Broken among our childhood’s toys, for then We win to self-control! And mail ourselves in manhood, and there rise Upon _us from height ‘Those aaa thoughts are unto the on the vast and windless si What stars are to the night. —The Spectator. She’d Rather Loop the Loop. “My daughter got me to loop-the- loop at the park last summer—once,” said the woman with the vinegar- visage as she stepped from the main elevator of a big office building, ac- cording to the Kansas City Journal, “but that’s a baby’s swing to this when it comes to mixing one’s vital organs. “The trouble is that the elevator boy changes his mind oftener than a woman. I never came down yet that he didn’t decide on a different speed in transit. When he did that quick stop at the fourth floor just now { “In just 48,663,000 years.’ —Phila: | LIEUTENANT BOWMAN. 4 IN FRTYEGHT URS DE-UAA CURED HN Cold Affected Head and Throat —Attack Was Severe. . Chas. W. Bowman, Ist Lieut. and Adjt. 4th M.S. M. Cav. Vols., writes from Lanham, Md.,as follows: “Though somewhat averse to patent medicines, and still more averse to be- coming a professional affidavit man, it seems only a plain duty in the present instance to add my experience to the columns already written concerning the curative powers of Peruna. «| have been particularly benefited by its use for colds in the head and throat. I have been able to fully cure myself of a most severe attack ia forty-eight hours by its use according to directions. I use it as a preventive whenever threatened with an attack. ‘Members of my family also use it for like ailments. We are recommend- ing it to our friends.”—C. W. Bowman. Pe-ru-na Contains No Narcotics. One reason why Peruna has found permanent use in so many homes is that it contains no narcotic of any kird. It can be used any length of time without acquiring a drug habit. Address Dr. Hartman, President of The Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus, Ohio, for free medical advice. All cor- respondence held strictly confidential A Burden Off His Mind. (Scene in printing office in rural Texas.) Printer’s Devil (through a crack in the sanctum door)—Thar’s a dog-gone cranky lookin’ feller-citizen outside, Cunnel, that says he shore wants to see yo’. The Bditor (looking up wearily and apprehensively)—Dad burn it, what's up now, Leander? The Devil—Says he shore bound to mop the fio’ with yo’, Cunnel! The Editor (brightening and reach- ing for his pistol!)—Ah! Is that all? I raik’n’d it was somethin’ nupleasant, and was shiverin’ fo’ fear he was gwine to stop his paper! Tell the gen- tleman to step right in, Leander! ITCHING SCALP HUMOR. Lady Suffered Tortures Until Cured by Cuticura—Scratched Day and Night. “My scalp was covered with little pimples and I suffered tortures from the itching. I was scratching all day and night, and I could get no rest. I washed my head with hot water and Cuticura Soap and then applied the Cuticura Ointment as a dressing. One box of the Ointment and one cake of Cuticura Soap cured me. Now my head is entirely clear and my hair is growing splendidly. I have used Cu- ticura Soap ever since, and shall nev- er be without it. (Signed) Ada C. Smith, 309 Grand St., Jersey City, N. J.” Under the Red Robe. “Good morning, Nick.” “Good morning, Uncle Vlad. times, eh?” “Yes, indeed. But there’s a silver lining to the cloud.” “How’s that?” “The life insurance agents don't come around any more.”—Newark News. Sad ‘Wire. Winsto w's Sootht lyrap. For children teething, softens eapiintdels ol i ‘emmation, slays cures Wind colic. '26ca botte. A Leader. Lady (engaging new cook)—And you understand that I can allow no followers? The Candidate—Lor’ bless you, ma’am, my young man ain't a follow- er. He’s a leader. He leads the town band. HAVE YOU COWS? If you have cream to separate a good simply telescoped inside. ' My heart’s in my mouth yet, and I can’t locate my stomach. No; no luncheon for me until I get over this scrambled feel- ing.” Though Fifty-five. It all turns on will and exercise. Be- fore going to sleep a few exercises should be gone through with open windows, inhaling the good fresh air. A step ladder to run up and down is a great incentive to health; wind ex- ercises, rotatory motions, all keep the body lissom, and prevent stoutness. Then diet has to be considered; too much liquid should never be taken with meals; too much meat is bad. There is nothing better for the figure than household work. It takes a great nize ’em.”—Philadelphia Press. ———————_—__— ‘The man who buys a bargain lot of religion never has any to give away. deal to persuade an ordinary woman that it is continuing these things that make a success of it, not starting them and then leaving them to fata— Chicago Post. 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