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HERITAGE OF CIVIL WAR. Thousands of Soldiers Contracted Chronic Kidney Trouble While in the Service. The expertence of Capt. John L. Ely, of Co. E, 17th Ohio, now living at 500 East Second street, Newion, the thousands of vet- erans who came back suffering tortures with kidney com- plaint. Capt. Ely says: “I contracted kidney trouble during the civil war, and “ the occasional at- tacks finally developed into a chronic ease. At one time I had to use a crutch and cane to get about. My back was lame and weak, and besides the aching, there was a distressing retention of the kidney secretions. I was in a bad way when I began using Doan’s Kidney Pills in 1901, but the remedy cured me and I have been well ever since.” Sold by all dealers. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Make your employer respect your work. He will then be forced to re- spect the creator of the work. Catarrh Cannot Be Cured PPLICATIONS, as they cannot reach disease. 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Pierce em- ploys chemically pure, triple-refined glycerine, which of itself is a valuable remedy in many cases of chronic diseases, ing @ superior demulcent, antiseptic, antiferment and supporting nutritive. It enhances the curative action of the Golden Seal root, Stone root, Black Cherrybark and Bloodroot, contained in “Golden Medical Discovery,” in all bron- chial, throat and lung affections attended with severe coughs. As will be seen from the writings of the eminent Drs. Grover Coe, of New York; Bartholow, of Jeffer- son’ Medical College, Phila. ; Scudder, of Cincinnati; Ellingwood, of Chicagu; Hale, of Chicago, and others, who stan as leaders in their several schools of practice, the foregoing agents are the very dest iny jents that Dr. Pierce could have chosen to make up his fa- mous “Discovery” for the cure of not only bronchial, throat and li affec- tions, but also of chronic catarrh in all its various forms wherever located. Kansas, will interest | from the Civil War | 50 cents a box. ; ny tion and sympathy. CHAPTER XXIX. “Well, it do look beautiful!” claimed Mrs. Mordan, enthusiastical- ly. “I never saw the ‘Igh street look las it do to-day—never! And to think ‘that it’s only the work of a* few hours.” “And there’s a lot still to be done,” exclaimed a man hurrying by with a roll of red material under his arm. “The moment for standing and admir- Come along and ex- ing ‘asn’t come yet. lend us a ’and with what I’ve just t bought.” “That! Why, man, it’s only red; Turkish twill!” “But it'll look gay, twisted amongst the large wreath that the school chil- dren are making.” “Lor’, yes!) You can’t get anything | gayer looking than scarlet,” agreed | Mrs. Mordan. “And I’m only too glad to lend a hand as much as I san, for it'll be a long time before I can quite forgive myself for my ill-luck in find- ing the woman’s murdered body. I feel a sort of responsibility in all the | unhappiness Mr. Erskine has gone through, and there isn’t a person in the world who more 'eartily rejoices in ‘is release from prison to-day than I do.” “It’s a strange thing, to my thinking, what made ’im say ’e was guilty when ’e wasn’t,” said the man. “Strange?” repeated Mrs. Mordan, indignantly. “Never again do I wish to hear the noblest and greatest action | that I’ve ever ’eard of a man doing | spoken of as strange.” “Well, he’s fortunate in not having to stand his trial for being an acces- sory to the murder.” “The country wouldn’t ‘ave allowed | it. He’s gone through enough al- ready,” indignantly answered Mrs. Mordan. “The treuble’s brought Mr. Reggie | forward as being one of the noblest gentlemen hereabouts. Candidly speak- ing, I never thought overmuch of him before. But look ‘ow ’e’s worked to- arranging all, and thinking of all he could do to make ’is brother's ’ome- coming as not a native of Arlington will ever forget.” “You're right there! What with the tea for the children and the old folk in the school rooms, and the concert and supper for the men and _ their wives in the town ’all, and the pres- ents to those who are ill at ‘ome, it'll run into a pretty sum before ’e’s paid for all.” “A thousand, at least, I'll be bound.” | “There’s one person, I’m thinking, whose heart must be feeling heavy all the same.” Mrs. Mordan’s voice had fallen to a whisper now. “I don’t like naming ’er, for it cuts me to the ’eart to speak of ’er by the name we must, now that all’s known about the mur- dered woman.” “And you're right there, won't speak of her, neither.” Warmly would Hilda have echoed that wish. To remain in the back- ground, to be forgotten and forever overlooked, was the one thought that dominated her mind. She was still at Carlton Park. It was the especial wish of both Reggie and Audrey that she | should not yet leave the protection | which was hers within their home. Besides, Guy would have to be their i one especial care in life for the next few weeks. His enfeebled health and shattered nerves demanded distrac- and we Hilda knew that he was returning to-day, knew that Arlington had don- ned a gala appearance in his honor, and that all the servants who could be spared had gone to swell the crowd ‘gathering in High street to welcome him. Suddenly there rushed into her mind an overwhelming desire to see the man who had faced death on the scaffold to shield her from shame and misery. Past the grounds of Carlton Park he must drive on his way to Arlington towers. Part of the road was border- ed by a coppice: and there, in her dark dress, he would not notice her. She must see him! She must assure herself that the agony he had suffered for ber sake was not writ in lines of indellible sorrow on his strong, clever face. At four o'clock she left the house to take up a position in the coppice | where the trees were densest. At a quarter past four the train was due. At half-past he would drive by. Searcely had she entered the coppice tefore a distant roar of cheering told her that Guy was among his own peo- ple again. Higher and higher those cheers rose—then ceased with star- tling abruptness. “What has happened to cause that sudden cessation?” She asked her- self the question with a chill of fear. With breathless eagerness she stood listening, but, save for the chirping of birds, dead silence reigned. Then, breaking into that silence came a rushing noise, the sound of horses gal- loping furiously along the high road and of a carriage being drawn at des- perate speed. Tine color fed trom Hilda’s face as | i FALSELY << CONDEMNED peste: ae Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. | i ; hands were grasping the reins! | assistance of Hilda, now lying white ; a tone of loving reproof. nearer and nearer the carriage came dashing on. Instantly a craving to as- certain whose it was and who was in it rushed into her mind. There was a gate near leading into the main road, and a moment later she was hurriedly opening it. Now she was looking eagerly down the road! The carriage was from Arlington Towers! Guy and Reggie were in it! At any instant the swerving vehicie might be dashed against the wall! Then heaven have mercy on them both. i In desperate peril was the man who had faced death on the gallows for her sake—round whose neck the hang- man’s rope had been placed for her sake. Oh, could she save him? Sacrifice her own worthless life for him? Yes, yes! She would do it! Like a statue she stood waiting. And a mental prayer rose to her lips that the child she was leaving behind would be lovingly cared for. Now, with hands unclasped, she was measuring her distance, preparing to rush toward the horses advancing at mad speed. The moment when she must do it was near, very near. It had come now! “But a voice from the carriage shrieked “Stand back! Stand back!” Quite unheeded were those words. Like lightning the lithe form was darting forward and her small, white Hold- ing tightly, with desperate strength, she was clinging to those reins—half dragged, half running, she never wa- vered from her desperate resolution to stop the horses’ mad career. They were checked. Their speed was lessening. Simultaneously Reggie was dashing from the carriage and springing to her assistance. Now the coachman and groom had sprung to the ground and were finish- ing the work of curbing the restive horses. Danger was over! Like a dream it had all flashed by instantaneously. And as instantaneously the strenyth of the frail woman clinging to the reins had departed. Numb, cold. and powerless, her hands unlocked them- selves and she stumbled back. “It was that cheering and them flags that did it,” exclaimed the groom, whose chattering teeth made it hard to speak. “Yes,” concurred the coachnian, an- grily. Guy and Reggie had hurried to the and half-fainting in the coppice. “Are you hurt?” cried Guy, in a frenzied voice, kneeling by her side. “No,” she answered, striving to St. Patrick ‘ Patrick began life in Dumbarton, Scotland, in the year A. D. 287. He came from noble stock, his father ranking among his townsmen as a magistrate. Pirates carried him away to Ireland in his fifteenth year and sold him into slavery. For six years he served as shepherd slave. He escaped and was recaptured. He escaped a second time and went home to Scotland. {| When he received the divine call to devote his life to the conversion of the Irish, his parents opposed him. They said he already had experienced enough sorrow in that land. But he} was ready to forego comforts, to en- dure hardships, to leave home and na- tive land if thereby the Irish could be saved. To bring him to speedy decis- |ion the angel Victorious came to him in a dream, saying: “The voice of the Irish. We pray thee, holy youth, to come and henceforth walk among us!” | He began his mission among his | old slave companions. He started first of all to give the gospel to his old slavemaster, who, hearing of Pat- rick’s approach, killed himself. He ‘aimed first to convert the chief of the clan, and through him the clan itself. \By this method he wrought all over {Ireland until every tribe heard and ‘received the new religion. He established 35 churches, KNOWN AS ST. PATRICK’S STONE. , Priceless Relic of the Saint Owned by American. The above photograph was produc- ed from a fac simile of the original ‘stone, caller “St. Patrick’s Stone.” It derives its name from the patron saint, who while in Ireland prayed \so long and fervently for the deliver- | ance from snakes, which were a plague in Ireland. He thus caused the indentations, which, according to the legend, are the imprint of St. Pat- tick’s knees. The stone was carried from Ireland to England in 1839, and speak with reassuring strength. thence to America in 1849, where it | “How could you do it?” he asked, in “It was for your sake,” she whis- pered, speaking so low that Reggie did not hear the words. “T’'ll hurry up to the house,” inter- vened the latter, walking away, “and order a carriage to drive round by the road and fetch you, Hilda. You can’t walk home.’ remains with its present owner. A Toast to the Irish Blood. Fill me a cup with the “Dew of Killar- ney, Purer than chastity, essence of fire; Ogling a laugh at ye, beaded with biar- ney; Breath of the peat-smoke, and blood of | desire! | Fill me a cup, till I drink to St. Patrick: | Drink to the harp strains, the songs that beguile; His departure was opportune. Guy knew that not to take advan- tage of it was to imperil his one great chance of happiness. “Hilda,” ne began, speaking very tenderly, “may I ask you to be my wife when the right time comes?” She raised her eyes to his careworn face with a look of adoration and love. “Perhaps the right time has come already?” he continued. “Has it?” ‘ “Yes.” * . . * * Six weeks later they were married. The End. Why He Was Cheerful. “No man,” said Jerome K. Jerome, “should marry unless he is by nature a ‘good provider’—unless without a twinge he can hand forth money right and left. “Some men can, in a sunny, cheerful way, spend $10 or $15 on a dinner in a fashionable restaurant, while they be- come morose, sour and fearful for the future when they are obliged to give their wives a dollar or two for the day’s meat. “These men should remain single. Otherwise they will. make such hus- bands and fathers as my old freind, Crust. “Crust’s daughter said one afternoon, in a tone of unutterable surprise: “Papa went away quite gay and cheerful this mernirg.’ “Mrs. Crust made an exclamation of annoyance. “That reminds me, she said. ‘I forgot to ask him for any money.’” A Difference. StellaThey say that at twenty she was the observed of all observers. Bella—Yes, and now at sixty she is the preserved of all preservers. “In the presence of true greatness, mere talent and cleverness are thrown into the shade, as stars pale befors the sun. { Drink to our emblem, the mystical sham- rock! ‘ock! Up with ye! Down it! The Emerald Isle. Oh, we are the world’s great lovers; ‘To our hearts love fled from the For we know the secret of laughter, ‘And we know the passion of sighs. And your vanity’s fief to our blarney, ‘And your soul to our Irish eyes. i kies* | We follow the star of the vision, Whose light to our souls doth stream, For_us swing the ivory portals, Where the pearls of fancy gleam, ‘Mid the coarse, philistine banter— “'TIs the mad Celt's madder dream!” In the van of the world’s great battles, We have followed the scurlet ways. | Then, to war with our pen’s stiletto! For the losing side, alwa, And, behold the Pharisee, blatant, Impaled on our poignant phrase. From cerements of convention | The heart and brain we free— Rebels, and mockers, and dreamers, Of the open road and the sea. Our pelf is but love and laughter, Lootless and friendless, we! Though broken our falling rafters. ‘Though our larder shelf be bare, Better the wit and the music, And the hearts that know not care, And the hand that is free and ready A crust with all to share! bap- ' —~ ode Se de Se Sede de de Se dese = | melee when the k | ed as | troduce a green, A Condensed Sketch of the Great Irish Saint. tized by immersion 12,000 converts. and ordained 50 preachers. He estab- lished schools, mills, factories, and stores for general merchandise. His schools supplied all Brittany with missionaries for centuries. He instill- ed into his converts the principles of industry, sound morals and good gov- ernment. The most celebrated of these schools was at Armagh. At one time it had 7,000 students. The Danes destroyed it in the eighth cen- tury. | Patrick wrote two books, “The Epis- tle to Coroticus,” and “Confessions.” The former denounced Coroticus for killing converts on the northeast coast of Ireland; the latter is Patrick’s auto- biography. These books betray a lack of classical learning. Patrick calls himself unlearned and rustic. In style he is crude and archaic. His sen tences are ungrammatical and incor- rect, but clear and compact. His writ- ten style in Latin corresponds to Mr. | Moody’s in English. Patrick seems to | have qualified himself in much the same manner as Mr. Moody. He was an ideal preacher. Simple. tut never commonplace; earnest, but not confused; persuasive, but not dog- matic; aggressive, but always reason- able. Convicted that he was an am- bassador for Christ, he backed up his preaching with the authority of God Almighty. | NATIONAL COLOR OF IRELAND: First Worn by the Heroic Insurgents of Wexford. Some orators are wontto refer fer- vidly to the green flag as “the an- cient banner of Ireland.” Probably, however, St. Patrick and his contem- poraries never saw a green flag in Ireland, nor did the Irish for about fourteen centuries after him. There is no mention of a green flag in the Irish annals previous to 1798. At the celebrated skirmish known as “the battle of the Boyne” the opposing armies of King William and his father-in-law, King James, wore red: uniforms. In order to avoid killing! one another by mistake in the con- fusion of battle William’s men stuck green leaves in their hats, while those of James wore white paper rosettes. representing the white rose of York. Thus, by strange irony, the Orange- men were the first wearers of the green in Ireland. The famous Irish brigade in the service of France wore: red uniforms; some of them therefore; were mistaken for English and cut down by the French cavalry in the igade’s charge gain- ed the victory at Fontenoy. The Irish insurgents of 1798, Catholics and Protestants, were the first to adopt green as the national color of Ireland. It had been previously proposed as the “color of hope” by Camille De moulins to the French revolutionists, but he was outvoted in favor of the tricolor. The Wexford insurgents at first used impartially flags of various colors—red, yellow and green—but eventually they fixed on green, which, with baptism of heroic blood, was then firmly and permanently establish- the national color of Ireland. There have been some fantastic and wholly unsuccessful attempts to in- white and yellow “Irish tricolor.” PLEASURE FOR THE EVENING. Euchre Party with Appropriate Colors ard Decorations. This affair is to be a euchre party. ‘Two ladies have joined forces and | will have fifteen tables—six at each table. Their cards will be tied with narrow ribbon of emerald hue. The rooms will be decorated with quanti- ties of green cheesecloth drawn from the four corners of the room to the central chandelier. The Irish flag will adorn pictures, doorways and window curtains. Palms and ferns will occupy all available nooks, while the florist will furnish carnations or roses of a_ beautiful green color. They are really every effective, but only appropriate for St. Patrick’s day. The card tables are covered with green paper cambric— this slippery surface is ideal for card playing. The score cards are to be four-leaved clovers with a knot of green. For refreshments green grapes, rut, apple and celery salad will be served with green mayonnaise dress- ing, sandwiches, coffee, olives and Then fill me a cup, till I drink to St. | Patrick; | Drink to the harp strains, the songs | that beguile; . “| Drink to a emblem, the mystical sham- | Up with ye! Down it! The Emerald | islet | —Mrs. Wilson Woodrow in Life. St. Patrick Taught Temperance. | St. Patrick was an apostle of tem- | perance. He desired that his dis- | ciples should not drink during the day, but only after vespers. One of them named Coleman went thirsty all day | in the fields praying for the hour of yespers, and when the bells rang he | dropped dead. To-day any one bear- ing the name of Coleman is likely to | have that of “stadhach” attached— in memory of the “thirsty one.” The favorite drink of the people, “poteen,” dates to the name Patrick. And on his feast day no Irishman need go! hungry or thirsty, as “Patrick’s pot” is set out for refreshment in every ; inn and every household and the | stranger 1s wade welcome to eat and | Grink. i e | ribbon. | hostesses sherbet colored green with pistachio nuts, green iced individual cakes with peppermint bars of the same hue The napkins are pinned with a green woven silk shamrock and the forks | and spoons are to be tied with green The prizes are a small pic- ture framed in dark green molding. a green art glass vase, a card case of green leather and 4 beautiful Boston fern. It is needless to say that the are tobe gowned one in green and the other in white, with sash and bow of St. Patrick’s favorite color. St. Patrick’s Day. For a little dinner on St. Patrick’s day, arrange a flat basket of sham- rock edged with white violets for a center piece, and have green candles with white shades painted with Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills Actually Make New Blood and Good Health Follows. | The evil effects that follow many dis eases — particularly the grip and the wasting fevers, such as typhoid and malaria, are caused by the bad condition in which these diseases leave the blood. Asaresult, the flesh continues to fal) away, the sufferer grows nervous and irritable, and even slight exertion causes shortness of breath. ‘These are danger ous symptoms and indicate that the system isin a state that invites pneu- monia, bronchitis or even consumption. What is needed is a new supply of rich, red blood to carry health aud strength to'every part of the body. “Twas all ran down from the effects of the gvip,”’ says Mrs. Amelia Hall, of No. 5 High street, Norwich Coun., ‘‘and could not seem to get strength to walk; could not eat a full meal, my stomach was so weak, and I was so nervous that Icould not sleep. I could only stay in bed a few minutes at a time, either night or day. The least little thing would startle me. Lhad difficulty in breath- ng and had frequent fainting spells. ‘*My general health was completely wrecked and I had neuralgic and rheu- matic pains, dyspepsia, constipation, and female weakness. My physician at- tended me for the grip and again for the condition that it left me in, but I got no strength from the tonics he pre- scribed. In fact, nothing helped me until I tried Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills aud they cured me. “I grew stronger and gained flesh from the time I began taking them. I am satisfied that the pills are all that is claimed for them and I shall do all I can to make their good qualities known.” Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills cure ner- vous disorders of every kind, check wasting diseases and build up strength. For booklet, address the Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Schenectady, N.Y. His Fears. “You think you ought to be pen- sioned for services to your country?” “Certainly,” answered the energetic politician. “What disabilities do hend?” “Gout and speake: Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a eafe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it In Use For Over 30 Years. The Kind You Have Always Bought, you appre sore throat.” Beare the Signature of Sensational Testimony. Dr. Mary Walker, famous for her adoption of male attire, asserted be- fore an Albany legislative commiitee that she knew of a case at Auburn prison where one negro was executed in the place of another condemned for murder. BABY’S TORTURING HUMOR. Ears Looked as if They Would Drop Off—Face Mass of Sores—Cured by Cuticura in Two Weeks for 75c. “I feel it my duty to parents of other poor suffering babies to tell you what Cuticura has done for my little daughter. She broke out all over her body with a humor, and we used everything recommended, but without results. I called in three doc- tors, they all claimed they could help her, but she continued to grow worse. Ter body was a mass of sores, and her little face was being eaten away; her ears looked as if they would drop off. Neighbors advised me to get Cuticura Soap and Ointment, and before I had used half of the cake of Soap and bex of ointment the sores had all healed and my little one’s face and body were as clear as a new-born babe’s. I would not be without it again if it cost five dol- lars instead of seventy-five cents. Mrs. George J. Steese, 701 Colburn St., Akron, Ohio.” The First Lesson. An Alabama negro, who had spent several years as a servant in a New York family, returning to his home, attempted to instruct the members of his family in correct usage, especially in their language. One day at the ta- ble his brother said to him: “Gimme some ‘lasses,” Sam.” “You mustn’t say lasses,” corrected Sam. “You must say molasses.” “What is yo’ talking ’bont?” grunt- ed his brother. ‘How’s I gwine to. say molasses when I ain’t had none yet?” A Cabbage Head. “T want to get a head of cabbage,” said the man who had been sent to market. “Large or small head?” asked the grocer. “Oh, about 7%,” said the man ,ab- sent-mindedly. Wives Drove Him Mad. Mohammed Ben Terna, a young Moorish grandee, has gone mad from unavailing efforts to keep three wives together in peace and seclusion in a flat in Paris. Mohammed goes to an asylum and his wives go back to Tan- gier. <A NNN Vy DODD'S " | wreaths of shamrock. Serve the sher- bet in little pasteboard pots, the coy- ers of which are filled with artificial shamrock in moss.—Joseph Grenier in ‘Earver’s Bazar. ae