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Calumet — Baking Powder Perfect In quality. Moderate in price. Details Suppressed. “What was the most ecstatic sen- sation you ever experienced?” | “fll tell you, but I won't tell you his ton Post. AGONY OF SORE HANDS. Cracked and Peeled—Water and Heat Caused Intense Pain—Could ‘Do No Housework—Grateful to Cuticura. “My hands cracked ani peeled, and were so sore it was impossible forme to dg my housework. If I put them in water [ was in agony for hours; and if [| tried to cook, the heat caused in- tense pain. I consulted two doctors, but their prescriptions were utterly useless. And now after using one cake of Cuticura Soap and one box of Cuti- cura Ointment my hands are entirely w and I am very grateful. (Signed) ‘M Minnie Drew, 18 Dana St., Rox: bury, Mass.” Her Defiance. “['m going to kiss you.” “Sint” “Oh, you need not look that way, for 'm going to do it whether you ggle or not.” rhen I shall struggle to prevent !’—Hovston Post. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press building, St.: Paul, Mirn.: George Almond, Parker, S. D., car door; Al- fred Andresen, Minneapolis, Minn.,|' eake iron; Richard Cudihy, St. Paul, Minnu., drain pipe; Joseph Lewis, St. Paul, Minn., eyeglasses; Wille Lind- gren, Litchville, N. D., churn; Peter McGraih, Hibbing, Minn., siphon; John Orr, Dillon, Mont., carbureter. He who preaches economy to his wife by the yard is apt to practice it by the inch. Mrs, Winslow's Soothing Syrap. For children teething, softens the guras, reduces fa» dacmation, allays pain, cures wind colic. '5ca bottle. It takes a lot of ice cream and can- dy to properly decorate love’s young dream. Nervous Women Their Sufferings Are Usually Due to Uterine Disorders Perhaps Unsuspected A MEDICINE THAT CURES =) Can we dispute the well-known fact thatAmerican women dre ner- vous ? How often do we hear the expres- sion, ‘I am so ner- vous, it seems as if ¢@ i should fly; ” or, “Don’t speak to me.” Little things annoy you and make you irritable; you can’t sleep, you are unable to quietly and calmly perform your daily tasks or care for your ¢hildren. The relation of the nerves and gen- erative organs in women is so close that nine-tenths of the nervous pros- tration, nervous debility, the blues, sleeplessness and nervous irritability arise from some derangement of the organism which makes her a woman, Fits of depression or restlessness and irritability. Spirits easily affected. so that one minute she laughs, the next minute weeps. Pain in the ovaries and between the shoulders. Loss of voice; nervous dyspepsia. A tendency to cry at the least provocation. All this points to nervous prostration. Nothing will relieve this distressing condition and prevent months of pros- tration and suffering so surely as Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Mrs. M. B. 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If pated for 20c. PiTaold Somers, 149 DeKalb Ave.) Brookiya,N. Yo rh, CHAPTER XVI, The Struggle in the Passage. Neil Bashfort, hearing and recogniz- Ing the voice of Helen Beauclair, was aghast with terror. He nearly lost his hold on the rocks, down which he was about to climb cautiously. His ‘hair stood on end for a moment, while a chill of horror shook his powerful frame. “Oh, heaven!” thought Clarence Darrell, also dismayed for an instant, “alarmed by my long absence, Helen has ventured to seek for me, and the shouting of this wretch has terrified her. All may be lost now. If I suc- ceed in killing this ruffian, the Osreds will know it, and doubtless seek for us and find us.” . These thoughts flashed through the mind of Clarence the moment he heard voice of Helen, who had succeeded in traversing the windings of the passage till she was not many feet distant from her lover—her slow and cautious movements, and his attention toward Bashfort, having prevented Clarence from hearing her approach until it was too late to warn her of their peril. “"Sflames! the voice of the lady!” gasped Bashfort, shaking off his mo- mentary terror, as Helen again cried out, from the darkness of the passage: “Clarence! Clarence! come to me, Clarence, for I can craw! no further!” With great difficulty from the nar- rowness of the passage, Clarence turn- ed about where he was and hastened on his hands and knees to where Helen lay prostrate, overcome with terror. “Silence!” he whispered, as he neared her. “I am well! silence! Danger is near us! Bashfort is at the mouth of this passage! Retreat! All may yet be well if he does not tell the Osreds! Can you turn?” “Yes,” whispered Helen, in a faint voice. “So—now I obey you. God help ane “And now I must see if the ruffam speaks of his discovery to those above. He has not yet, or I should have heard him,” thought Clarence, turning again with difficulty and crawling back to- ward the mouth of the cave. Bashfort had not shouted to the Os- reds that he had heard anything—in- feed his sudden and great fright though very brief, had for a time de- prived him of the power to shout. He had just collected his wits Fnough to enter into the cave a little tnd listen, when Clarence, returning from warning Helen, reached a place from which the startled ruffian could be seen crouching near the center of the small cave. Bashfirt, however, though he faced larence, could not see the young man, so narrow was the passage and +so black the gloom around Helen’s lover. “Ha!” muttered Bashfort, after li tening a moment, “I imagine how it is, though I cannot imagine how it came about. Delirious people are in fact, for the time, crazy people—lunatics— ‘and lunatics are often very cunning, and sometimes do the most incredible things. She wanted to deceive us— to make us believe that she had fall- en over the cliff. Then she contrived —I cannot see how—to descend, and found a hiding place here. How? Who can tell? Yet she is here, somewhere within this passage, which I now can see in the rear of the cavg, delirious— crazy—yet, and hunting for her lover, whom she dotes upon. I'll seek for her. She cennot be far away—ot course not. Her voice sounded not is very still now.” He listened; then ne spoke his thoughts aloud again—as was his fre- quent habit, when he believed no ear was near—in a low growl, which was clearly heard by Clarence. “She heard me shouting, and it rous- ed her from a nap in there,, perhaps, and now she is alarmed and cunning and keeps as still as a scared mouse. I must catch her myself—neither my lord nor the captain can get down here to help me. ButIneed no help— T'll catch her and tie her, and then let my lord know of it. Good! It will be a grand surprise for him ‘and the cap- tain. “Helen—Miss Helen!” he said. in a louder voite, and in a coaxing tone. “whist! I am \Clarence!—your own dear, sweet, Clarence Daredevil—no, that’s not the name—Clarence Darrell! “Ha! I thought that would make her stir a little,” he added to himself, as a slight sound came to him from the passage. “She’s there—not far off!” He now began to creep on his hands and knees toward the end of the pas- sage, whispering in a loud and whee- dling tone: “Helen, my own—are you there, my love? I am your own true Clarence! Don’t you remember how you held your sweet arms out to me last night, and called me your own dear Clarence —took wine and nice things to you on a tray—eh? I hear you, my precious! Now don’t keep retreating in this damnable—I mean in this miserable black hole! I must follow you. you ‘now’” ‘The Sorcerer of St. Giles By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. “It is very plain to me,” thought Clarence, as he slowly and cautiously backed from Bashfirt's advance, which was also very slow, “that I shall have to kill this fellow. God pardon the deed, but he must never quit this place alive! -I must decoy him a little far- ther, to where one of the side passages crosses this. I shall have-room to act there, if he does not chance to turn off into the same passage. In that case, our struggle must take place in one of the small caves. If he does not continue to follow me, and retreats, I must attack him in this passage.” Clarence sighed and continued to re- treat, crawling backward, with his head toward Bashfort. Bashfort was of too reckless a na- ture to halt in any enterprise he had resolved upon. He did not imagine that the passage penetrated very far into the cliff, and he felt very. sure of being able to capture his desired prize. He heard Clarence sigh, and attrib- uting the sound to Helen, continued to progress inward upon his hands and knees. “A viilainously black hole!” he mut- tered. “If I only had a torch now! But I can go as far as she can, and we must soon fetch up somewhere. Helen, my own love,” he added aloud; “dar- ling, I am your own dear Clarence, and it’s very foolish in you to keep re- treating.” “Are you my Clarence?” asked a faint whisper, at some distance in ad- vance of the ruffian. “Eh? Of course lt am, my dear Helen!” said Bashfort, making his harsh voice as soft as he could. “Wait there!” But the one in advance continued to retreat. “Curse this passage,’ ‘growled Bash- fort, “where shall we fetch up. Helen, my sweet, my precious!” “Come to my cave, my palace, dear Clarence! It is not far off,” said a whisper from tne black darkness. “Oh, you have a cave—a palace— eh? I come, my queen of love!” re- plied the deceived man, moving on. “Oh,” he added to himself/I shall take my pay for all this trouble from her lips—I will! Why not? As handsome a lass as ever I saw! Delirious, too, and thinking I am her favored lover! Oh, I shall take a thousand kisses from those rich, red lips. ‘Sflames! 1 can see them now! Rich, red and pouting! And she thinks I am her Clarence!” Clarence, having arrived at the first of the side passages, entered it and turned about, while Bashfort was about fifteen feet distant, but coming on as fast as he could, and just here obliged to crawl, the passage where he was being not more than two feet high, though a yard in width. Would he crawl on past the side pas- sage, or discover it and turn into it, thinking it the only way in which to advance? This doubt disturbed Clarence much, though he knew it was only by chance that he himself had discovered this side passage the preceding day. He filliped a small piece of rock from his thumb, so that the fragment fell clattering beyond the entrance of the side passage where he lurked. “T hear her,” muttered Bashfort, de- ceived by the sound, and crawling on, guided by that noise. “Clarence! Is it you, dear Clar- ence?” now called out in tremulous tones, Helen Beauclair herself—for the strength of the poor girl had car- ried her but a few feet farther than where the little pebble thrown by Clarence had fallen. “Yes, my sweet one! Jt is your own dear Clarence!” replied Bashfort, more hoarsely than he intended, for his eagerness near choked him. “Wait there, my darling!” “Oh!” screamed Helen. recognizing the voice. “It is horrible Bashfort! He has killed my Clarence!” “Fear nothing my love!” called out Bashfort, at this instant just passing the entrances, right and left, of the passage which crossed at right angles that along which he was crawling. “Courage, Helen!” pealed the voice of Clarence Darrell, as clear as the pblare of a battle bugle sounding a charge. “Courage, Helen!” And as he spoke he sprang upon the back of the crawling rufflan and seized the villain’s neck and throat with both hands. Clarence could have slain Bashfort instantly with his dagger, but he had a scheme in view the success of which demanded that no dagger wound should be found upon the corpse of Neil Bashfort. Terror and dismay held Bashfort rigid and contracted in every muscle for a moment, and that moment was fatal to him, for it enabled Clarence to gain such a commanding hold upon the ruffian’s neck that Bashfort was half strangled before he began to re- sist. Then began a terrible struggle amid that black darkness. Helen, not far away and unable to see, but hearing the dreadful scramble of the scuffle, and the half-stified oaths and ejaculations of the smug- gler captain, but never the voice of her lover—yet knowing now that he was one of the invisible combatants, near- ly swooned outright, and could only sob and gasp prayers for the help of heaven as she listened. Bashfort could not reach his weap- on, as he was crushed down upon his chest by the weight of his unknown as- sailant, whose knees were firmly planted on either side of the ruffian, under the armpits, and all Bashiort’s efforts to overthrow his foe, to turn himself over, to grasp the hilt of his dagger, or of his hanger, or either of his pistols, were vain. “T yield, 1 yield!” he at last gasped, for he was now nearly | strangled. “Mercy!” “{ am the spirit of Claude de La- vet!” said Clarence, in a clear and stern voice, but still retaining his throttling hold upon Bashfort’s throat, his thumbs pressing down upon the nape of the wretch’s neck, and his Steel-like fingers gripped in upon both sides of the fellow’s throat. “Merey! I yield!” gasped Bashfort, with his mouth ‘half ‘filled with the rock dust, down into which his relent- less foe was grinding his swarthy, sav- age face. “Listen!” said Clarence, relaxing but for an instant his grasp. “I am the spirit of Claude de Lavet, but in the body of his nephew. I am_ he whom you carried to the Le Clerces in France. I was Raymond Sosia—I am Clarence Darreli—and thus I rescue Helen Beauclair. Die, thou accursed villain Again his grasp grew remorseless dpen Bashfort’s throat, and so it re- mained until Clarence knew the man was turottled to insensibility. When Clarence had assured him- self of this fact he quickly bound Bash- fort’s honds across the fellow’s back with stout cord, which he found in Bashfort’s pocket—for Bashfort was a sailor, and seldom without such mate- rial—and then called out in an eager voice: ‘ “Helen! Dear Helen!” “Oh, are you unhurt, dear Clar- ence?” replied the poor girl, from where she was. ‘ “Iam not hurt,dear one. Return to the inner cave , and fear nothing. Promise not to try to follow me! I will be with you in half an hour or so. All danger from this dead man _ is passed.” “Ah, he is dead! him?” “Yes, to save your life and mine. Return to the inner cave and there await my coming. I must remove this man’t body.” “{ will obey you, dear Clarence, but be with me as speedily as you can,” said Helen, strong now, since she knew that her lover was an unharmed victor. Clarence now seized Bashfort’s an- kles, and with no heed for the uncon- scious ruffian’s comfort, lost no time in dragging him back over the dis- tance he had crawled, and soon had him in the outer cave. Neil Bashfort was still insensible, but breathing with fast increasing reg- ularity, which foretold that it would not be long ere his senses should be in full play again. With quickness, Clarence seized the noose of that rope by which Bashfort had made the descent, and.adjusted it around the ruffian’s bruised neck and throat. A terrible and almost ferocious re solve flamed in the eyes and from the face of the young man as he did this. The heat of the recent struggle was red upon his brow and cheeks; but the rest of his face was deathly pale, while his dark and splendid eyes seemed ta flash living fire. (To Be Continued.) You have killed Very Affecting. She—Do you sing? He—Yes, indeed; and my singing fs yery affecting, if I do say it myself. Why, only last Sunday I sang for the prisoners in the county jail, and many of them actually shed tears. She—Because they couldn't away, no doubt.—Detroit Tribune. get Trailers. The chase continued through Man- churia. “At last,” exclaimed the breathless Jap, “we have caught up with the Russians!” “No; we have just caught up with their names,” replied the commanding officer. The Russians are still five miles ahead.”—Chicago News. A True Medium. Spiritualistic Medium—Madam, your husband instructs me to tell you that | he has been in heaven ever since you parted from him. Weeping Widow—Oh, then I know it must be he—it is himself talking to me. Always in life he lied to me about where he’d been. Seeing Is Believing. Rosendaum—I dined with Eckstein last night. Very swell affair—silver spoons. Cohen (incredulously)-—Not real sil- ver? Rosenbaum—Real solid silver, s’help me! Cohen (still incredulous)—Show us one.—The Tatler. Taking Chances. She—Aad you say you want to mar- ry me? : He—Yes, I do. She—Well, you must ask my mother first. He-—But suppose she accepts me? —Moderr. Society. “Jack, you see, was getting on so finely as an amateur chauffeur that father promised him a much larger ma- chine—” “Ob, how splendid.” “Wait—and put him in charge last Monday morning of one of the firm’s LIKE COMIC OPERA IS SCENE OF WEDDING IN THE PHILIPPINES. Open-Handed Hospitality the Order of the Day, and Everybody Weilcome— Canned Corned Beef the Chief Deli- cacy Served. A wedding in the Philippines is like a scene from a comic opera. I have in mind one that took place at Caga- yan, Island of Mindanao, in a pic- turesque house curtained with jasmine and inhabited by three charming sis- ters. The bride—the eldest—was a soft-eyed, plump beauty, with a skin like brown velvet. Her white muslin gown would have passed muster in New York, and she wore a veil of costly and delicate pina gauze which would have turned an American bride- elect green with envy. Several neck- laces were hung around her neck, while bangles loaded her wrists, and her fingers were stiff with gold and silver rings. The roads were in a deplorable state, being knee-deep in mud in places, and many of the guests wore top boots. They began arriving early in the morning, on horseback, on bi- cycles, and driving the famous trot- ting bulls of the country, or the rough- coated island ponies hitched to carts or ancient victorias, The majority came on foot, though, and everybody was welcome. Long tables made of planks on empty barrels and guiltless of linen were spread under the trees in the front yard, as it was too hot tc eat indoors, also the house was not nearly large enough to accommodate the guests. Directly over the bride’s table a magnificent fig tree (orbol de fuego) dropped its flaming blossoms. Every kind of native dish was there, and many imported from the United States by way of Manila, but the chiet delicacy was considered to be canned corned beef, which occupied the place of honor usually accorded to the wed- ding cake in other countries, and was flanked by onion omelet and ham and eggs. Other dishes were chicken fried in covoanut oil, dried fish made in a kind of stew with rice, potatoes, and red pepper enough to raise it to the rank of a curry. Caribou steaks, jam, honey, various kinds of sweet cakes, cocoanuts in the shell, and wine— much wine—completed the menu. While the feast was in progress the hens scratched tndustriously under the tables, and a bold rooster flew up among the plates, pecked at a few stray crumbs, and crowed until driv- en off by Antoine, the bride’s brother. The marriage was performed by a very fat priest, who wote a suit of bright red calico under his flowing robes, the wind blowing through open doors and windows lifting his vest ments and revealing the incongruous attire beneath. The ceremony was followed by the supper, and that in turn by dancing, the music being fur nished by a harp and piano. After supper a man and woman entered and caused much merriment by singing impromptu verses about the guests, in- troducing themselves on mandolins. Spanish fandangoes were danced, also the spirited yotas, which is like a con- stantly shifting kaleidoscope when danced by girls wearing dresses of the rainbow-colored native cloth. The bride’s mother, Senora Felicita Sulun- ga (literally Happiness-go-along-now), did a skirt dance and did it well, de spite her forty odd years and avoir- dupois. The festivities were kept up until long after daybreak.—Lippin- cott’s Magazine. Sermons and Prophecies. Bishop Ellison Capers, of South Carolina, was talking about the aver- sion to sermon reading many congre- gations have. “They deem,’ said Bishop Capers, “that a sermon that is read lacks life and fire. Sometimes, to a sermon reading pastor, they will make cut- ting and sarcastic remarks anent the custom. “A sermon reading clergyman, a friend of mine, called one day on an humble parishioner. This parishioner was a cobbler. He sat mending a pair of shoes and reading his Bible at the same time. “What are you doing, Giles?’ said my friend, with a benevolent smile. “*Prophesyin’,’ Giles answered. “«Prophesying? Nonsense,’ said my friend. “Well, said the cobbler curtly, ‘it readin’ a sermon is preachin’, isn’t readin’ a prophecy phophesyin’?’—~ New Orleans States. The Dreaming of Priscilla. Old beaus they whisper soft and low ‘To one another when she passes: “She is the same Priscilla Snow, ‘The quietest of. all the lasses.’ Down the old village street at night, When ev'ry window's dark around her, She passes through the pale moonlight— ‘The call of duty it has found her. She never tires of the good Of well doing with, patient labor; ‘Ah! many hours she has stood Beside the sick bed of a neighbor. No tramp goes hungry from her door; ‘There's always raasdiet in her larder 'o help the weary traveler o'er Toke Meulf-—to-morrow may be harder. Her cat is purring in a chatr,, Her copper tea kettle is steaming, Priscilla Snow sits nodding there— ‘And dreaming, dreaming, only dream- ing. Misebtect: Seymour Keller, in New York Sun. Gift Brought Rich Returns. The princess of Wales, while in Can ada, was presented with some speci- mens of native marble, one of a beau- tiful blue attracting her especial at- tention. The princess was so much pleased with the specimens that sys- tematic search was instituted in Hast- ings county, Ontario. A result of con- siderable moment is a find of pure white statuary marble. ALL DONE OUT. © - Veteran Joshua Heller, of 706 South Walnut Street, Urbana, IIl., says: “In the fall of 1899 after taking Doan’s Kidney Pills 1 told the readers of this paper that they had relieved me of kid- ney trouble, dis- posed of. a lame back with pain across my loins and beneath the shoul- der blades. During the interval which has elapsed I have had occasion to re- sort to Doan’s Kid- % ney Pills when I noticed warnings of an attack. On each and every occasion the results @b- tained were just as satisfactory as when the pills were first brought to my notice. I just as emphatically en- dorse the preparation to-day as I did over two years ago.” Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y-. proprietors. For sale by all druggists, price 50 cents per box. Earnings. Office Boy—Wy, cert, I want more pay; I'm only getting “four’ ‘a week, and give my mother all I earn. Proprietor—What. do you do with the other three and a half?—Puck. Mistakes in Encyclopedias. A man who has done a great deal of work in correcting some large dic- tionaries, encyclopedias and historical © reference works, who has studied ten languages and who is well posted on a number of foreign lands, examined over 15,000 pages of an encyclopedia recently published in this country. Much of the work he did without the publishers’ knowledge. Though this encyclopedia was considered to have been edited very carefuly, te discov- ered over 1,000 mistakes in the first volume alone. In the following vol- umes he found many thousands.—Suc- cess Magazine. Why Touch-Me-Not. The columbine, geranium and lock- spur we think of together, because they are all named after birds—the dove, the crane and the “crane’s bill,” and if you notice the seed pods of a geranium you will notice that they do look like the long bill of.a crane. The touch-me-not gets its nane from a pe- culiarity of the seed pod, too, but not a peculiarity of appearance. It is the pod you musct not touca, for if you do it will burst and out will fly the seeds. —St. Nicholas. RIVALS TO PRECIOUS STONES. Beautiful Semi-Gems Cause Slump in Diamond Sales. Talk about a yellow peril! Jewelers face enemies that are green, brown, pink and blue, in the form of neck- laces of semi-precious stones, which have become so popular they have caused a slump in the sale of . dia- monds. Mary women who would scorn Lo wear imitation gems, no mat- ter how attractive they were, are ready to adorn themselves with chains of kunzite, onyx and jade, for those minerals make no pretense of being other than they are and are wonder- fully effective. Mrs. George Gould has a necklace of the water stones of Uruguay which she sometimes wears with white gowns. They are semi transparent, and every one holds a drop of water in its center which moves wila every motion. With sim- ple attire, such ornaments are much more suitable than pearls—New York Press. FOOD IN SERMONS. Feed the Dominie Right and the Ser- mons Are Brilliant. A conscientious, hard-working and eminently successful clergyman writes: “I am glad to bear testimony to the pleasure and increased meas- ure of efficiency and health that have come to me from adopting Grape-Nuts food as one of my article sof diet. “For several years I was much dis- tressed during the early part of each day by indigestion. My breakfast, usually consisting of oatmeal, milk and eggs, seemed to turn sour and failed to digest. After dinner the headache and other symptoms: follow- ing the breakfast would wear away, only to return, however, next morn- ing. “Having heard of Grape-Nuts food, I finally concluded to give it a fair trial. I quit the use of oatmeal and eggs, and made my _ breakfast of Grape-Nuts, cream, toast and Postum. The result was surprising in improv- ed health and total absence of the distress that had, for so long a time, followed the morning meal. My diges- tion became once more satisfactory, the headaches ceased, and the old feeling of energy returned. Since that time, four years ago, I have always had Grape-Nuts food on my breakfast table. “I was delighted to find also, that whereas Lefore I began to use Grape- Nuts food I was quite nervous and be- came easily wearied in the work of preparing sermons and in study, a marked improvement in this respect resulted from the change in my diet. I am convinced that Grape-Nuts food produced this result and helped me to a sturdy condition of menta! and physical strength. “I have known of several persons who were formerly ‘troubled as I was, and who have been helped as I have been, by the use of Grape-Nuts food, on my recommendation, among whom may be mentioned the Rev. : now a missionary to China.” Name given by Postum Coicpany, Battle Creek, Mich. t “There's a reason.” Read the little book, “The Road tc Wellville,” in each pkg, . —4-