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A Vindication for Dr. Pierce. Decision by the Supreme Court of the State, Against the Ladies’ Home Journal. A verdict has been rendered in favor of the plaintiff in the libel suit brought against the Ladies’ Home Journal (published by the Curtis Pub- lishing Co.) by the World’s Dis- pensary Medical Association, of which Dr. R. V. Pierce is president. The suit was brought by Doctor Pierce against the Curtis Publishing Co., for making false statements about one of his standard family medicines known as Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Pre- scription. In the May number of the Ladies’ Home Journal (1904), Mr. Ed- ward Bok, the editor, stated that Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription con- tained alcohol and some other harm- ful ingredients, and Dr. Pierce had in the action alleged that the defend- ant maliciously published this article containing such false and defamatory matter. Dr. Pierce further claimed that no alcohol is or ever was con- tained in his “Favorite Prescription,” that said medicine was a vegetable preparation and contained no dele- terious ingredients whatever; that Mr. Bok’s statement, pretending to give some of the ingredients of said medi- cine, was wholly and absolutely false. During the trial, the Vice- President of the World’s Dispensary Medical Association stated, that the ingredients of Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription were extracted from the following native roots: Golden Seal, Blue Cohosh, Lady’s Slipper, Black Cohosh and Unicorn, by means of pure glycerine. He was asked how he knew, as a physician and ex- perienced medical man, that the “Fa- vorite Prescription” was a cure for the diseases peculiar to women, such as amenorrhea, dysmenorrhea, ante- version retro-version, and he stated t he knew such was the fact be- se of his professional experience the many thousands of women whose ills had been cured by this “Prescription.” The Vice-President, being asked to give his authorities, read from the standard works, such as the United States Dispensatory, The American Dispensatory and many other standard medical books. The retraction printed by the Cur- tis Publishing Company two months after the libelous statement appeared and nearly two months after the suit had been begun stated definitely that analyses had been made at their re- quest and that the “Favorite Prescrip- tion” did not contain either alcohol, opium or digitalis. and What He Used It for. Wine tasting wag his business, and 1e was reputed to be on of the best vho followed that somewhat peculiar means of making a livelihood, so when the bet had been made and the money posted, his “backers” were sure of winning. Incidentally, they did. The subject, blindfolded, was to taste, one after another, the cont of twenty-five wine glasses, and—if he would win the stakes—name correct- ly the liquor in each. From one to twenty-four he went down the line, never hesitating, and always right. At the last one he stopped. It was filled with water only. He sipped it, turning it over and over with his tongue, asked for a sec- ond mouthful, considered it with a most perplexed expression, and then had an inspiration. “Of course,” he exclaimed, “it’s the stuff I clean my teeth with Harper’s Weekly. A Clamor for Endowment. For years our dramatic critics and lovers of the art have advocated and irgegl the endowing of theaters de- voted thereto. New York is entitled to congratulate herself on the public spirit and interest in the higher forms of drama and music to which she shall owe her endowed theater. But shall she have the only endowed theater in the country? What has she that other grea,, wealthy and American cities lack? Philadelphia, Boston and Chicago, Pittsburg should severally have their endowed theaters and “little opera houses,” for each has the requisite culture and means. The movement is worthy of the heartiest encourage- ment. Wiser Counsel. “what's that sign you're making there?” asked the grocer. ‘‘Fresh eggs,’” replied the clerk. “Make it ‘Fresh-laid Eggs.’” ‘Why—er—everybody knows the were fresh when they were laid.” “Exactly, and that’s all that it’s safe for us to say about them.” Point and Pith. “Lady,” began the frayed wayfarer, as he stopped at the cottage door, “I would like to have a glass of cold milk and a wedge of pie.” “Nothin’ doin’ with you,” snapped the slangy but resolute housewife. “An’ why is there nothin’ doin’ with me?” : “Because you are doin’ nothin’.” 099999909909 AAD. $550OOOOOOOObOb060660000004 CHAPTER Il. Changelings. Nurse Dibble unfolded the colored shawl with a practiced hand. Inside, a little white bundle lay curiously still. There was a blue look in the wee face, as Lizzie said, and its vague features were pinched and drawn. As Nurse Dibble held it and looked sharp- ly at it, a sudden shiver ran through the little limbs. They stretched out straight, and seemed to stiffen. She gave a cry of dismay, and turned it to the waning light. Then she raised her face from peering into it, and en- countered Lizzie’s frightened one. “My heavenly kingdom!” she said, “the child’s gone like a burnt-out spark! Whatever shall we do? I wouldn’t have had it happen for the world!” Lizzie began to cry, terrified. Nurse Dibble turned on her sharply. “Now, just look here, Lizzie; stop that till we think what we’ve got to do about it. No, I don’t say as your bringing it out had anything to do with it. I don’t blame you; wait till Ido. But there’s never been a worse bit if ill luck happened for poor Kate, not even when Tom broke his arm and lost his place.” They had walked back into the front room together, Nurse Dibble holding the tiny form to her breast as if to give it warmth, breathing her own breath gently upon it, and chafing the wee blue hands. It was only the mechanical action of one whose mind is not there. She knew too well that it was past all care of hers; its little life could never be brought back. She stood for a moment in profound thought; then she suddenly raised her head. “Look here, Liz,” she said, decisively; ‘“there’s no two ways about it. Kate musn’t know of this till she’s able to bear the shock.” “I Imow it will kill her!” sobbed Lizzie, dolorously; “but how on earth is anybody to keep it hid? The very first thing she’ll ask for when she comes to herself is the baby. She al- ways does. And then, if we have to tell her she hasn’t got one, after all she’s been living on the thought——” Another burst of tears choked her ut- terance, and she covered her face. “Tish! tish!” said Nurse Dibble, ab- sently. Her eye had fallen on the cradle with her own two charges in it, and she pondered for a moment with- out another word. Then she turned her face to her sister with a sudden determination. “Look here, Liz,” she said, “I’m go- ing to lend you one of my two babies to take back.” “One of your two? But how can you? And what good would that do, anyhow?” “She can see it when she asks for it, and I'M come round to-morrow and nurse her and get her all right. Ina day or two it won’t matter telling her; it’s only the, first shock. Here, you take this little boy here and give me Kate’s. I'll pop him down beside the other, and nobody needn’t know till we bring the right one back again. I look after them myself, and nobody else touches them.” It seemed a queer plan to Lizzie, and she did, not quite see how it would serve wore than to tide over the first shock ¥o the bereft mother, but she was used to obeying Hannah without. protest. She took the warm sleeping baby and wrapped it in the shawl the other -was unrolled from. “I’d best get back as fast as I can then,” she said, half comforted. After all, Kate might be put off till she could bear the shock. Nurse Dibble saw her off with an uneasiness which was not as assured of success as she had tried to make Lizzie believe. After all, it was only the hope of a short time; sooner or later poor Kate must have the blow. The moment she heard the sound of the landlady’s return she ran down to her with her bonnet on. “Do, now, keep a watch for a few minutes just while I run round to my sister’s,” she begged. “I can’t rest till I see how she is. I won’t be gone long, I promise you. They’re as good as gold upstairs, and won't want a thing till I come back.” She hardly waited for the landlady’s answer before she was out in the lit- tle yard at the back and’ hurrying through the green gate. Nobody had seen Nurse Dibble in greater haste. She found Lizzie sitting by the coarse bed where lay the still form of her sister, sleeping quietly ‘and healthfully at last. Lizzie raised her finger as Nurse Dibble entered, and pointed to the bed, with a face of anx- iety. “She woke and asked for it. I hadn’t been in the house not ‘half a minute,” she said. “Look at her now. She's got it tight in her arms, and I daren’t touch her to take it. She’s in the most beautiful sleep that ever I saw.” Nurse Dibble looked at her with a professional gaze, and nodded her head. “It’s saved her, I shouldn't wonder.” She laid a gentle hand on her child, but Kate seemed to feel it, for she moaned and turned her shoul- | der as if to shield the baby. It was so tightly clasped in her arms that, as | Captain’s By LILLIAS CAMPBELL DAVIDSON Double 55SSSObSCCCECERR Lizzie said, she could not take it with- out waking her. “Whatever's, to be done?” Lizzie, despairingly. “You'll just have to wait about till she wakes, and you can slip it away from her. Tell her it has to be wash- ed, or fed, or something; then you run round with it to me and fetch back the other one. You can put Kate back from seeing it till. to-mor- row easy enough. Then I'll try to bring this round again for her to see. We can go on like that for a day or two. I’m too long gone now—I must tear to get back.” She did tear, but her apprehensions were well founded. She had been too long away. It was the landlady’s alarmed face that met her at the house door that awoke in her the startled conviction that something had gone wrong. “Oh, Mrs. Dibble, whatever do you think’s happened? If one of those poor babies of yours hasn’t gone and followed its poor ma! The doctor says there was one he didn’t expect would ever have lived—that he didn’t. But he never thought as it would have gone off so sudden like.” “One of my babies!” Nurse leant up against the door as if she had weakened suddenly. “What do you mean? How did you find out?” “Why, I went into the room to see if they wanted anything, and I just thought I'd take a look at them, not having had the chance before. I thought one was queer and_ quiet. Then I got frightened, and that very minute, if Dr. Bligh himself didn’t happen to drive up. He came to ask me about the poor dear la- dy’s relations, and where to write to them. I just called out to him to come and look at the baby, and the minute he set eyes on it he said, “Why, it’s as dead as it can be.’ I got such a turn. He said as he wasn’t surprised, and he went off to give in the cer- tificate. ’Tis a pity we didn’t think of having them baptized. Some folks lays such store by it, though I ain't one myself as believes a poor little baby won't go to heaven if it happens to die without being christened, so to speak.” “He’s given in the certificate!” <A sudden thought had sprung full cloth- ed into Nurse Dibble’s breast. She stood erect, and cast a glance back over her shoulder in the direction of her sister’s house. ® “Yes; he said they’d both go in to- gether, the baby and Mrs. Winstan- asked ley. There’s only one little baby now for her friends to look after. I dare say they may be all the better pleased.” Nurse Dibble’s mind was busy. The friends! There was neither father nor mother to be defrauded—only friends who would think one child less of a burden than two were, who would hear of the death of one of them as a relief. “Just wait a second,” she said; “your news has upset me, in a measure. I forgot something I ought to have done at my sister’s. Let me go back.” She sped out of the gate and down the narrow alley as if pur- suers were at her heels. How could she take back the child now, how ex- plain its having been carried off? It had all arranged itself, at the hands of a destiny that had taken it out of her own guiding. The baby ‘that Kate held in her happy arms—it need not be taken away. She raced along the street, and rushed in upon Lizzie, sitting in the little kitchen, while Kate still slumbered above. “Liz, never you let on what I’m go- ing to say to you; swear as_ you'll keep it a secret till your dying breath. They’ve found the dead baby, and they all think it’s this one. There’s only you and me in the world that knows. Kate shall keep this one and think it’s her own—she'll never know Ahe difference. There’s nobody to be the worse for it; she might as well get the good. Just you swear to me on the Testament that you'll die be- fore you breathe a word!” and the startled Lizzie, carried away by her sister's vehemence, gave the oath she demanded. After all it was so simple, the fraud that meant to one poor créature the robbery of his birthright. The doc- tor never questioned—no one else was interested. The landlady spoke the thoughts of her little world when she imagined that the relatives would feel it a relief. Those relatives were not even heard from till little Mrs. Win- stanley had been laid in her solitary grave, with another woman’s baby be- side her, and the weeks took the place of days: Then a shocked and serious gentleman arrived at, the hotel and made his way to the lodgings, which were once more flaunting their card. He had only just received the doctor’s letter and seen the notice in the pa- per. He -had been in Norway fishing. It was a terrible thing, the loss of the poor mother, killed by the news of his brother’s loss. He was Major Win- stanley’s elder brother. Sir Richard Winstanley was the name on the card he sent in to the doctor when he called on him to hear all the particu- lars. “Not that I knew the poor lady per- sonally,” he explained. “My brother met and married her out in India, but we had looked forward to making her “ackquaintance, my sister and I, when we returned from Norway, and it is a shock to find only this!” He asked to see the baby, whom he spoke of incidentally as his own heir now. He rubbed his chin with rather a rueful finger, as he started down into the round, soft face that was like putty, and showed a constrained kind of embarrassment. “Gad! A baby at Canterton!” he said. “I can’t bring myself to fit it in. Ill have to get my maiden sister to come and live with me and look after it. That'll be the only thing to do.” The landlady curtsied, smiling. She had been rendered more than gracious by his hearty suggestion that she should be repaid in full for all her trouble, and she was considering the details of her bill. Mrs. Dibble had gone to the nursing of another case, and a nursemaid was looking after the boy, who had suddenly become important in the landlady’s eyes. “You'll be marrying, perhaps, sir. That will be the best thing for the young gentleman.” She tried to look arch, with the effect of a playful ele- phant. /“Marry! What, I? The Lord for- bid!” he almost shouted. “I know too much of ’em for that. No, no; my sister’ll do the jeb for me. You wom- en all love a nursery to dabble in.” So the heir to Canterton was car- ried off in state, with a nurse and a first-class carriage, and a gentleman’s gentleman to look after them both. He went off to a distant vista of Har- row and Oxford, and a baronetcy and an estate to close the view. His life was precious and cared for—he was worth something in the eyes of the world. But the other little twin— forsaken in a poor and not over-clean cottage—was the son of Baverstock, the corporal of the West Riding Mili- tia, and an heir to poverty and na- tional schooling, and hard toil and harder cuffs. His mother loved him as her own son, for she never knew he was the child of another woman, while she lived. But she died while he still had his. greatest need of her— and Bayerstock, who drank and gam- bled, was not the finest preceptor a boy could have. One brother in the hovel, the other at the hall. And the two threads of their interwoven des- tinies seemed to all human seeing for ever parted; but there is a something that sees farther ‘than we. CHAPTER lil. An_ Insubordinate. It was the hour of dinner through- out the station of Hyzerabed. At most of the bungalows that dotted the low- lying plain round the barracks and the Residency people were entertaining guests for the station was a sociable one, though small, and hardly a sub- altern need ever dine at mess more than once a week, unless he liked; he had so many invitations. To-night, in the bungalow of Colonel Hamilton, the Commanding Officer (pro tem.) of the Daleshire Regiment, four people be- sides their host and hostess sat down to the table with its pretty rose- shaded lamps, and its decorations of gorgeous-hued flowers. Colonel Hamilton was a _ popular man in himself, and he had a powerful factor .in assisting popularity. His only child was a girl, and one of the most delightful girls imaginable. Most of her father’s subalterns had cher- ished a secret passion for her since they joined, and the majority took no pains to conceal it. She was specially singled out for attention even in that land where every woman is used to ten women’s share of it. It was felt by the whole station of Hyzerabad that it had a real cause of reproachful indignation in the fact that she was going to leave it to return to England, even before the vacancy in the com- mand of the other battalion would not improbably have carried her off with her father to the Cape.” (To Be Continued.) At Her Ease. The good old gentleman was en- gaged in the, to him, always pleasant duty of bringing the light of rational enjoyment into the dark lives of the poor, and as he went through the ranks of the working girls he was en- tertaining this Yuletide his kindly smile shone on all sides. His tactful remarks were not for the few and fa- vored, they were for all. His wish was that every guest should be at her ease, and he attained his end. This was made plain in a somewhat embarrass- ing manner, for presently a_ shrill voice was heard above the conversa- tion. “My word,” said the girl the voice belonged to, “ain’t the bishop a shock- ing flirt!” Which shows how very easily the best intentions may be misunderstood. Supplied on Demand. It is well known that Thebaw had learned to speak English in Rangoon and had been in a mission school in that town, which happened in the fol- lowing manner: His father inspected the school and expressed his satisfac- tion. To him the missionary said: “If your majesty would really encourage us you should send one of your sons to our school.” “Certainly,” rejoined the affable monarch. “What age should the boy be?” “About fifteen, your majesty.” Turning to his prime minister, the king said: “Have I a son about fifteen?” “Oh, yes, many, your majesty,” was the rejoinder. And so a lord of white elephants learned Eng- lish. Intrieate Masonry Pattern. In Normandy, France, there stands a modern chateau, the brick of which is laid in such elaborate patterns that it gives the effect of intricate embroid- ery. i GREAT SCOTT. See The Biggest Man of Addison County, Vt., Tells an Interesting Story. PB. C. Scott, meat dealer, Vergennes, Vt., Past Commander of Ethan Allen Post, G. A. R., says: “A severe attack of typhoid left me with weak kidneys. Every night I had to get up frequently to pass the urine, which was ropy, dark and very painful to void. T had no appetite, but drank water continu- ally without being ° able to quench my thirst. Terrible headaches and dizzy spells oppressed me and my back was lame, sore and stiff. A month’s treatment with Doan’s Kidney Pills rid me of this trouble, and now I am strong and healthy and weigh 230 pounds. I give the credit to Doan’s Kidney Pills.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Where There’s No Latitude. Bourke Cockran, apropos of St. Pat- rick’s day, told an Irish story. “There was an Irish schoolmaster,” he said, “who was examining a class in geography one day. “‘Now, my lad,’ he said to a clever little chap, ‘tell us what latitude is.’ “The clever little chap smiled and winked. . “Latitude? he said. ‘Oh, sir, there’s mone o’ that in Ireland. Sure, the English don’t allow us any, sir.” Those Lace Curtains. “Smoking calms the nerves.” “T heard that, so I tried it last night after supper.” ; “Didn’t it do it?” “No; when my wife came in the par- lor and caught me smoking she like to had a fit.” PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to . Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn. Emery Ab- bott, Orleans, Minn., wagon reach ad- juster; Clarence Chamberlain, Lead, S. D., extraction vessel; Charles Grosshauser, Shakopee, Minn., vehi- cle; John Knackstedt, Omemee, N. D., kitchen furniture; John Lindberg, Crookston, Minn., steam engine; Hans Swanson, Warren, Minn., insulator at- sachment; Henry Rust, Worthington, .Minn., corn husker. Splendor of Spanish Throneroom. The throneroom of the royal palace at Madrid is one of the most magnifi- cent in the world. Decorated in red and gold, it contains rock crystal chandeliers, colossal looking glasses of the finest quality, marble tables and priceless porphyry. The ceiling is painted by Tiepolo with the “Majes- ty of Spain” in illustration of the vir- tue of the kings and the manliness of the people, who are represented in the different costumes of the provinces. Here the sovereigns of Spain receive on grand occasions when alive and when dead are laid out in state. Fate of the Old Presidents. In the autumn of 1901 Mrs. W., of Roxbury, spent a few weeks with her daughter in Nova Scotia, returning home shortly before President Mc- Kinley was shot, bringing her niece, Bessie F., aged six years, home with her. Of course, the child heard a good deal of talk in the house about the shooting of the president. One day Bessie said to her aunt, “Aunt Minnie, who is king of the United States?” her aunt replied: ‘We have wo kings in the United States like you do in your British country. We have presidents. We ‘have an election every four years and elect .. new one.” “Oh, yes,” the child replied, “and then they shoot the old ones, don’t they?” FOOD HELPS. In Management of a R. R. Speaking of food, a railroad man says: “My work puts me out in all kinds of weather, subject to irregular hours for meals and compelled to eat all kinds of food. “For 7 years I was constantly trou- bled with indigestion, caused by eat- ing heavy, fatty, starchy, greasy, poor- ly cooked food, such as are the most accessible to men in my business. erally each meal or lunch was fol- lowed by distressing pains and burn- ing sensations in my stomach, which destroyed my sleep and almost unfit- ted me for work. My brain was so muddy and foggy that it was hard for me to discharge my duties properly. “This lasted till about a year ago, when my attention was called to Grape-Nuts food by a newspaper ad. and I concluded to try it. Since then I have used Grape-Nuts at nearly ev- ery meal and sometimes between meals. We railroad men have little chance to prepare our food in our ca- booses and I find Grape-Nuts mighty handy, for it is ready cooked. “To make a long story short, Grape- Nuts has made a new man of me. I have no more burning distress in my stdémach, nor any other symptom of indigestion. I can digest anything so long as I eat Grape-Nuts, and my brain works as clearly and accurately as an engineer’s watch, and my old nervous troubles have disappeared en- tirely.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There’s a reason. Read the little book. “The Road to Wellville.” in pkgs. Gen- | Man Doomed by His Clothes. We now know why the scepter is slowly passing from the hands of the masculine. It is because of his clothes. Miss Agnes Repplier, a Pht ladelphia essayist and club woman, says so. She says so long as men wore costumes that “interpreted thelr strength, enhanced their persuasive- ss and concealed their shortcom- ings,” so long women accepted them as masters, When men rashly eban- doned the bright costumes that charmed the other sex they saw their finish. The situation seems hopeless. Hither men must go back to velvet knee breeches and gold buckles, slashed doublet, lace trimmings, feath- ered hat and lingeries or let the woman go on dominating. It is up to man. GET RID OF THE GAS } Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills Strengthes the Stomach and Enable it to _ 4 Do Its Work. When the stomach is feeble the food lies in it undigested, decays and throwa off poisonous gases that distend the walls of the stomach and cause inter- ference with other organs, especially with the action of the heart and lungs. ‘These gases have other ill effects. The nerves and the brain are disturbed and discomforts such as dizziness, hot flashes, sleeplessness, irritableness and despondency originate from this source. Experience shows that. these troubles vanish just as soon as the stomach is made strong enough to digest the food. In other words, it needs a tonic that will rouse it to do the work of changing the food into nourishment. it Miss Minerva C. Ladd, of Ipswich, Mass., says: “I had a weak stomach from the time I was a little child. Whenever I took hearty food it would cause terrible faintness, aud I would finally vomit what I had eaten. At times there would be the indst intense ins through the upper part of my Body. For days in suécession, I woul have to lie down most of the time. The distress was often so great that I could hardly bear it, and the frequens and violent belching spells were very disagreeable, too. «« My doctor’s medicines gave me little relief and it was not until I tried Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills that I found acure. Within three weeks a decided impea tes ment was noticeable. The belching spells were: less frequent, the pains through my body were not so intense, my food was retained and after taki the pills for a few weeks longer I fou that I was altogether free from the miseries I had so long suffered.’” Every dyspeptic should read ‘* What to Eat and How toEat."’ Write the Dr. Williams Medicine Co,, Schenectady, N. Y., for a free copy. 5 Safe, Of Marshall Field IIL, the richest child in the world, an amusing story was recently told at Lakewood. The boy, according to the story, ap proached an old lady in a Lakewood hotel, and said to her: “Can you crack nuts “No, my dear, I can’t,” the old lady replied. “I lost all my teeth years ago.” “Then,” said the little boy, extend- ing two hands full of walnuts, “please hold these while I go and get some more.” Trust to Nature. A great many Americans, both men and women, are thin, pale and puny, with poor circulation, because they have ill- treated their stomachs by hasty eating or too much eating, by consuming alco- holic beverages, or ‘by too close confine» ment to home, office or factory, and in con- sequence the stomach must be treated in a natural way before they can rectify. their earlier mistakes. The muscles in many such ple, in fact in every weary, thin and thin-blooded person, do their, work with great difficulty. As a result fatigue comes early, is extreme and lasts long. The demand for nutritive aid is ahead of the supply. To insure perfect’ health every tissue, bone, nerve and muscle should take from the blood cer- tain materials and return to it certain others. It is necessary to prepare the stomach for the work of taking up from the food what is necessary to make good, rich, red blood. We must go to Nature for the remedy. There were certain roots known to the Indians of this country before the advent of the whites which later came to the knowledge of the settlers and which are now rapidly in professional favor for the cure of obstinate stomach and liver troubles, These are found to be safe and yet cer- tain in their cleansing and invigorati effect upon the stomach, liver and_ bk These are: Golden Seal root, Queen's root, Stone root, Bloodroot, Mandrake root. Then there is Black Cherrybark, The medicinal principles residing in these native roots when extracted with gl; erine as a solvent make the most reliable and efficient stomach tonic and liver in- vigorator, when combined in just the right proportions, as in . Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery. Where there is bankrupt vitality— such as nervqus exhaustion, bad nutrition — and thin blood, the body uires vigor and the nerves, blood and all the tissues feel the favorable effect of this sovereign remedy. Although some physicians ‘ve been aware of the high medicinal value of the above mentioned plants, yet few have used pure sly’ @ as a solvent and usually the doctors’ prescriptions called for the ingredients in v: amo with alcohol. aad The “Golden Medical "isa scientific preparation compounded of the glyceric extracts of the above mentioned vegetable ingredients and contains no alcohol or harmful habit-forming drugs. Passing Strange. One evening we met a strange person And carelessly asked what his name was. “-Tis Sir Cholmondely Beauchamp,” He said, “and it’s funny It never has been in a limerick.”=« Puck. Take Garfield Tea for liver, kidney, stomach and bowel derangements, sick headache and chronic diseases. This mild laxative will purify the blood, cleanse the system and clear the complexion. It is for young and old—the best family medicine, Buy from druggist. . Already Stimulated, “Something ought to be done te stimulate travel.” 4 “Good Lord, ain’t these investigat- ing committees got everybody going to Europe?”