Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, July 14, 1906, Page 2

BLOATED WITH DROPS The Heart Was Badly Affected When the Patient Began Using Doan’s, Mrs. Elizabeth Maxwell, of 415 West Fourth St., Olympia, Wash., says: “For over three years I suffered with a dropsical condi- tion without be- ing aware that it was due to kidney trouble. The early stages were principally backache « and bearing down pain, but I went along without worrying much g until dropsy set in. My feet and ankles swelled up, my hands puffed, and became so tense [ could hardly close them. I had great difficulty in breathing, and my heart would flutter with the least exertion. I could not walk far without stopping again and again to rest. Since using four boxes of Doan’s Kidney Pills the bloating has gone down and the feel- ings of distress have disappeared.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box, Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. ¥. Female Body Guard to a King. The king of Siam has a body guard composed of 400 female warriors. At the age of thirteen they enter the roy- al service and remain in it until they are twenty-five, when they pass into the reserve. Their weapon is the lance and they are splendidly trained in the use of it. At Close Range. “I never go to a burlesque show that I don’t liken myself to the prod+ gal son.” The prodigal son?” “Yes, and his fondness for the fat- ted calf.” Horns to Call People to Ghurch. This is a vamp horn,” said the anti- quary. “The price‘is $40.” The horn, very old and weatherbeat- en, was more than six feet long—long and straight, like a coaching horn. What was its use?” the reporter ask “It was used to call the people to church on Sunday mornings,” said the sntiquary. “In the olden times church bells weren't as common as they are to-day. They were so expensive that only the rich churches could affard them. The poorer churches used yamp horns instead. ‘Every Sunday morning the sexton f the average poor church, 200 years stood on the church porch with a six-foot vamp horn at his lips, sum- moning the people to worship with he e blares. here are now about two dozen vamp horns floating about the country. Their ecclesiastical connection makes them valuable to antiquaries.”—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. “OH, SAVE MY CANARY BIRD.” Appeals of a Frantic Woman While the House Blazed. Upper Sherman street, Syracuse, ex- enced a little excitement recently. neighborhood for blocks around watched the firemen battle for over an hour in subduing a blaze that com- pletely gutted the interior of the 413 and 415, says the Syracuse ard. The first blaze started from unknown cause in 415, and an ularm was turned in from box 461. When the apparatus arrived both houses were filled with smoke and the fire was eati its way up through the partitions that divided them. Assis- tant Chief Walsh, who was first.on the scene, immediately got a couple of ‘eams Ing. Mr eman, save my mother’s pic- some ture,” cried one woman, Another yelled: “Oh, save my canary bird.” The bird was handed out of the win- dow a few minutes later by Assistant Chief Shattuck and lay dead on the bottom of the cage. The picture was still among the missing articles when the firemen quit, DOCTOR'S SHIFT. Now Gets Along Without It. A physician says: “Until last fall I used to eat meat for my breakfast and suffered with indigestion until the at had passed from the stomach. t fall 1 began the use of Grape- Nuts for breakfast and very soon found I could do without meat, for my body got all the nourishment necessary from the Grape-Nuts, and since then I have not had any indigestion and am feeling better and have increased in “Since finding the benfit I derived from Grape-Nuts I have prescribed the food for all of my patients suffering from indigestion or over-feeding and also for those recovering from disease where I want a food easy to take and in to digest and which will not tax the stomach. “I always find the results I look for when I prescribe Grape-Nuts. For ethical reasons please omit my name.” Name given by mail by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich, The reason for the wonderful amount of nutriment, and the easy di- gestion of Grape-Nuts is not hard to find. In the first place, the starchy part of the wheat and barley goes through various processes of cooking, to per- fectly change the starch into Dextrose or Post Sugar, in which state it ig ready to be easily absorbed by the blood. The parts in the wheat and barley which Nature can make use ot for rebuilding brain and nerve centers are retained in this remarkable food, and thus the human body is supplied with the powerful strength producers so easily noticed after one has eater Grape-Nuts each day for a week or 10 days. “There’s a reason.” 5; Get the little book, “The Road to- Welliville,” in pkgs. 3 o CHAPTER XVIII. Countess Ilka Pleads. He looked earnestly, hoping she would raise her eyes and let her glance meet his across the room. She could not bave forgotten—it was so unlike her. She could not have mis- taken, surely, for she had spegially mentioned that extra, and he had writ- ten it himself on her card. He would not have wondered had he heard a lit- tle conversation that had passed just before he came across to Countess Tika. She had called to her side Mr. Felton and smiled upon him with one of her most enchanting smiles. “I think you know Miss Hamilton, don’t you—the girl who is standing over there?” “Miss Hamilton? Rather! jolly girl. Awfully You know her too, I sup- pose?” “No; I do not have the pleasure. Will you tell her, then, that Captain Winstanley has put down his name on both my: card and her’s for the same supper dance? He is in distress about it. I think mine was the first card he wrote on. Can we arrange anything to make it less uncomfortable for him? He thinks Miss Hamilton will expect him to take her in.” “Oh, that’s soon put right,” said the good natured sailor, anxious to make things smooth for everybody con- cerned. “I'll ask her to go in with me and tell her how it happened. She’s awfully good-tempered; she won't mind a bit.” So off he sped on his errand, feeling that luck was coming his way. Ursula was a good deal surprised and a little disappointed, undeniably. She had looked forward to this extra, for extras, as everybory knows, are the best dances of the whole night. Yet there was nothing possible to say but that of course Captain Winstanley must not feel himself bound by any mistake he had made, and to accept Mr. Felton’s offer of himself as a sub- stitute. It was only a substitute, and once more that vague, startled feeling crossed her mind like a breath. To- day the races, twice this evening, Win- stanley had seemed to put Countess Iika’s society before her own. Could it be possible ‘that he liked it better; could there be any foundation in the pang that just touched her heart, only to be driven angrily away? There is no position more trying and more full of discomfort to a girl than the one in which circumstances had placed Ursula, without fault of either hers or her lover’s. To have ex- changed the first confessions of a love that must be admitted to others, to have put one’s lips to the cup of hap- piness, and then to hold it from one with the resolute hand of waiting till it can be drunk in the sight of the world—it is a position so full of its own doubts and fears that it needs no augmenting in that direction from any outside source. If Winstanley had been her formally accepted lover it would have made the whole position different; she would have asked him fof an explanation, and have received it. As it was their lips were tied on both sides. She went in to supper with Mr. Fel- ton, hurt and wounded that her lover had not made his own request. It was so strange, so very strange, to send such a message through any one un- known to her, as Countess Ilka was, and not to bring it himself. Win- stanley, on the other side, was sur- prised and bewildered and dismayed. Why should she have gone in to sup- per with Felton when she had prom- ised him that supper dance? Why had she not even waited till he came for her? It was hardly kind. The little rift within the lute has such slender beginnings! It comes with a hidden warp that no eye can discern. It widens at a touch—a breath—the quiver of a heartbeat, and lo, when one looks again it has made harsh the sound of the music, and presently it will cease. The corner where Winstanley and Countess Ika were sitting was the farthest from the door. It had a screen of carved wood about it, and the clat- ter and hum of the long supper table came but faintly over to that little cosy table set for two. Countess Ilka ate but sparingly, though she had de- clared herself famished just now. But she emptied her champagne glass at a draught and let it be refilled, and she pledged Winstanley in it in a pretty, quaint, foreign fashion that compelled him to do as she did. When the last drops ran from the side of the tumbler and she set it down with a languid hand she leant forward across the little table, where the gra) she had taken shone dark upon her plate ‘under the shaded electric light above them, and, dropping her voice almost to a whisper, she began to speak. “Do you remember that I promised to say something to you this evening, or is @ man’s Memory as short as they say?” The beautiful face looked up into his with a shade of trouble, of re- Captain's Double | By LILLIAS CAMPBELL DAVIDSON luctance, he had never seen before on it. He felt a sudden pity for her, as he would have done for a child, for she seemed in agitation and distress. “My memory is a particularly long one. But nobody could forget that you had honored them so recently.” “I am almost afraid to say it—afraid lest I should vex you. I have had a cruel knowledge of men who were not always so kind as you.” He supposed the husband must have been a brute; it is the vague impres- sion most men have about the depart- ed when a widow is lovely and hints at an unsatisfied life. He looked his sympathy, and hoped she would go on. It was evident that she meant to make her confidence here, of whatever sort it was—and she might be lengthy. He was anxious to get back to the ball- room and ask Ursula why she had thrown him over so unwarrantably. “Oh, I am sure you must not speak as if I were exceptional. All the world must be kind to you.” Countess Ilka shook her beautiful dark head mourn- fully, and cast a look at him from un- der her long lashes, a look that had made many a man powerless. “Not all—not even the most part. But you are not like any one I ever met.” The best of men have no ob- jection to be told they are an inch above ‘their fellows. Winstanley laughed, a little embarrassed, but he was not displeased. “I dare to say this thing to you, and you will not be angry, I know. Tell me, are you true friend enough to help a helpless woman who has few friends, though she has enough false ones and to spare?” “I should be glad to do anything for you that was in my power. I hope you do not need to be assured of that.” Poor little woman—no doubt she was alone in the world, and lonely, and had no one to advise her. Would she be quick and tell him, and get it done? “Well, then, I hardly know how to begin it. You will not be vexed, you promise me that?” Her look of dis- tress, of anxiety, might have moved a heart of granite. Winstanley’s was a soft heart. “I can promise with security to be angry at nothing you could say.” “Thank you—ah, thank you!” For a'moment her small gloved hand touched his with a grateful pressure, as it lay on the table between "them. Then hers was hastily withdrawn. “T could make it a long, long story.” Even in his sympathy he hoped she would not do that. “But this is not the time nor. place for it. Let me just tell you the briefest facts of the case. I can tell you all at another time, it you will do what I ask now. I am very lonely in the world—you must have seen that; I am an exile from my old home, my country; I have no relatives —hardly one true friend but your self. But the thing that is dearest to me in all the world is a young brother, my husband’s brother—a mere boy—the last of a noble family. He is very poor; the estates have passed from him; he must work for his very bread. He is elever—oh, so clever; he might make a name in science if he had but the money and the chance to carry out his experiments. “He is devoted to chemistry, and for one so yourtg he has done some won- ders in it already, helped by books written by a grandfather of his, who was a great scientist and experimen- talist, too. In one of these old boaks he has discovered the secret of a sfrange explosive.” Countess Ilka’s furtive look was fixed unswervingly on Winstanley under her black eye- lashes. “He is convinced that it is of such importance as to be able to make the fortune of the inventor, but now a dreadfully disquieting rumor has reached his ears before he has been able to perfect the thing sufficiently to offer it to the English government as he had hoped. He is told that the com- mandant here has discovered a sim- ilar explosive’—Winstanley was list- ening intently—‘“and, if that is so, of course it will destroy all his hopes, of fame and success. I have thought it all over—I must find out somehow if this is the truth, and you are surely the one to help'me. You will be able to tell me if this is so.” She was leaning far over the table in her anxiety to bring her low words close to Winstanley’s ear. Her hands were clasped before her; the softened light fell tenderly on her round white arms and the gleaming lustre of her jewels and her frock. Her dark eyes, with a strange magnetism in them, were fixed upon his own. She leant a little farther forward, and breathed lower, in a tone that thrilled like a vibrating chord of music. “You must know—you will help me to set my poor brother's fears at rest.” Winstanley’s whole face seemed to change and freeze. He had been listening, if with ever so great anxiety for her speech to be over and he him- self set free, still with interest and wonder as to what appeal she was making to him, but now he seemed suddenly to be on his guard. He sat erect, sharply, from the confidential attitude he had instinctively copied. with a coldness that contrasted strik- Countess Iika shrank almost as if he. had struck her. She looked up into his thus commemoratin; g the great Norwe- face with pleading, passionate eyes gian, A dramatist of the lighter sort that might have softened a heart of “You refuse to give me your One rock. help!” Her voice trembled. would have said she was’ bitterly wounded and hurt. “Don’t put it like that, please. I would do anything I could for you, but this is out of the question. I cannot talk of the matter you ask me about.” “You cannot? Ah, I see! too much in the confidence of your su- perior to chatter about his affairs! That is right; it does you credit, it proves you trustworthy, but this is a different thing from all else. I do not even ask you again to tell me whether it is true that there has been such a discovery; I am sure of it—from au- thentic'sources—from your command- ant himself. You would not discuss it with any other but me; my wish to hear is so vital, so near to my heart. If my brother knows he has been fore- stalled there is nothing for him to do but to drop all effort to perfect his discovery; but, unless he is satisfied that this other invention is identical, he will offer his to a government which will leap at the chance of accepting it —not the English government.” She caught her breath noiselessly as she fired that last shot. She kept her eager glance fixed upon his set and inflexible face. He bent his head gravely, and brushed together with his fingers the crumbs from the broken roll beside him. “He would most prob- ably get a better price\from the Eng- lish government than from any other,” was all he said. “Ah, but think of the injury to this country if another had such a weapon given into its hand! Think how your general will lose if his invention is really forestalled! You have only to tell me—me, who will keep the matter as secret as the grave—what this dis- covery of the commandant’s really is and how it is made.” (To Be Continued.) ENCOURAGEMENT FOR 'RASTUS. Vermont Story of Bishop Hall and a Negro Who Wanted to Join Church, At a recent dinner which was at- tended by a number of clergymen, President Buckham of the University of Vermont told the following of Bish- op Hall of the Episcopal diocese of Vermont, in response to some good natured chaff about the liberal views of the Congregational church and the ease with which almost anybody could join it. He said he had heard of a negro who had many times applied for mem- bership in St. Paul’s church at Bur- lington, but had not been able to sat- isfy the bishop that his state of mind entitled him to admission. The negro had been advised to pray that his spiritual condition might improve. After doing so he made a new ap- plication. The bishop said to him: “Well, Erastus, have you prayed as I told you to?” “Yas, indeedy, suh; I done prayed an’ I done tole de Lawd I wants jine St. Paul’s chu’ch an’ de Lawd he say to me: “Good luck, ’Rastus; I been tryin’ jine dat chu’ch fo’ twenty years mah- se’f.’” He Knew the Law. A Civil war veteran, several times representative from his own district to the New Hampshire legislature, and at one time speaker of the house, had just returned home from a closing ses- sion of the legislature, at which, says a writer in the Manchester Union, the law pertaining to the right of way to pedestrians had been passed. He was crossing the street from his office one day soon after his return when an electric car came bounding along. The motorman, alive to the danger of the veteran, made frantic efforts to attract his attention, and when they failed, shouted: “Look out, major! If you don’t get off the track I shall run over you.” The major stopped stock still in the middle of the track. “If you do, young man, you'll hang for it,” he said, firmly. Too Great a Risk. He desired to take out a life policy for $50,000. Smiling eagerly, the agent drew forth the blank form and began the usual series of questions. J “Query six,” he said, at length— “are you an automobilist?” “No,” was the ready rejoinder, “I am not.” “Motor cyclist,” perhaps?” “No.” The agent, with a sigh, laid dows his pen. “T am sorry,” he said, “but we no longer insure pedestrians.” Left It to Grocer to Decide. A man walked into a grocer’s shop and handed to the assistant a paper containing some white powder. “I say,” ke asked, “what do you think this is? Just taste it and tell me your opinion.” The grocer smelled it, then touched | it with his tongue. “Well, I should say that was soda.” — “That’s just what I say,” was the triumphant reply. “But my wife said it was rat paison. You might try it again to make sure.” Quite True. . “Oh, well,” said the theatrical lady whose “angel” had flown, “there are just as good fish in the sea.” “What has the sea got to do it?” queried the low comedian. sucker is a fresh-water fish.” with “The ingly with his. sympathy of a moment You are cS 60 Bus. Winter Wheat Per Acre How Paris Honors Men. BSA alas of Sees bed Some Rates for. ‘same,as Paris honors famous literary men by ‘Send: fe naming streets after them. The death | alsocatalogue of Winter Whents Olowers, of Henrik Tbsen has |started talk of | SAL2EM BERD OO., bor ¥--Ln Crosse, Wis A strong breath often indicates a declared his readiness to vote for a| weak backbone. Rue Henrik Ibsen on condition that there should also be a Rue Bjornst- jerne-Bjornson. This, he explained, would not. only be doing homage to the author of “Beyond Human Pow- er,” but would be productive of amus- ing results in the case of cabmen—as, no doubt, it would. 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