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~ HAY FEVER | “Having used Peruna for catarrh and tay fever, 1 can recommend tt to all who are suffering with the above diseases. I an happy to be able to say it has helped me wonderfully.” i —Mayme E. Smith. MISS MAYME SMITH, 444 E. Mound Street, Columbus, Ohio. AY FEVER is endemic catarrh. It is caused by some irritating sub- stance in the atmosphere during the summer months, It is generally thought that the pollen of certain weeds ind flowers is the cause of it. Change of locality seems to be the y rational eure. ‘The use of Peruna, er, Stimulates the nervous system o resist the effect of the poisonous ‘manations and sometimes carries the m through the hay fever season out an attack of the disease. ‘ec number of people rely upon for this purpose. Those who ,ot find it convenient to change : location to avoid Hay Fever, d do well to give Peruna a trial, has proven of priceless value te ny people. Unkind. Lilly—A man just went by in an automobile. He looked at me and “What a beautiful woman.” ette—Heavens! he must have going fast! TERRIBLE SCALY ECZEMA. Eruptions Appeared on Chest, and Face and Neck Were All Broken Out—Cured by Cuticura. “I had an eruption appear on my and body and extend upwards i downwards, so that my neck and xce were all broken out; also my and the lower limbs as far as » knees. I at first thought it was heat. But soon seales or s formed where the breaking out Instead of going to a physician I ased a complete treatment of the remedies, in which I had t faith, and all was satisfactory. ear or two later the eruption ap- again, only a little lower; but it had time to spread I pro- another supply of the Cuticura edies, and continued their use un- the cure was complete. It is now » years since the last attack, and ye not seen any signs of a return. » more faith in Cuticura Reme- for skin diseases than anything I know of. Emma E. 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A 10-cent pack- e contains ten liberal breakfasts. iG-O-SEE is sold everywhere. Grocers must keep it if they want to leep their good customers, for good omers insist on buying EGG-O- The fact that no preparation, no eéoking, is required, makes EGG-O- SEE very popular. Open the pack- age; put in as much as you like in a dish; pour on milk or cream and eat. It is delicious. It is wholesome. It makes you strong. A. lot of interesting facts about EGG-O-SEE have been published in « form entitled, “—back to nature.” s book also has a course of phys culture—fully' illustrated. Any- ical ore wishing this book will receive it free by addressing EGG-O-SEE Com: pany, 10 First St., Quincy, IIL. For Accuracy’s Sake. Tomdicken—Did you ever see Miss! should be—oh, if, it should be! Plumpleigh in her new bathing suit? Harry—No; but I’ve seen most of SceDaaNy her sticking out of it.—Judke. CHAPTER XXVII.—Continued. “I thought it was he just for two minutes. Then I knew it wasn’t, and it frightened me horribly. It was like seeing a ghost, or something unreal, and it was as dreadful as if a spirit stood close to me.” “How did you know?” She turned her brown head till it rested against his shoulder. “Father!” she whispered. “When Noel touches me I feel a thrill. I can’t tell you what it is like; but I would know his touch among a_ thousand—If he touched me in a crowd I would know it. That night I touched his so—like this—and it was not there.” The twitch to her father’s lips was rather a grim one. A glance back to the days before she was born showed him what she meant. But it is not an agreeable idea to a father that another man should stand as he did, with that soft pressure of his daughter’s cheek against his sleeve. “Ah! But except for that you saw no difference?” “T saw his hands—they were not his own, but discolored and uncared for, and coarse, like the hands of a work- man.” “That may have been the light, or the work he had been engaged on; you couldn’t tell.” “They were his own hands when I saw him the next morning. They could not have changed back like that.” “What did his face look like?” “Like his own.. Yes; that is the ex- traordinary part of it. I could not be- lieve it was any one but himself while T looked in his face.” They took a turn or two in silence. Then her father spoke again. “What sort of looking fellow is he?” She did not answer, as he expected, in rapturous praise of his looks—his manner; she only said simply, “He has what I would call an absolutely honest face.” Then she hesitated. “I can show you ‘his photograph, if you would like to see it, daddy.” “AN right; bring it along.” Colonel Hamilton stuck his hands deeper into the pockets of his long coat, and hunched his shoulders a little as he puffed at his pipe. Did any girl on earth ever conceive it possible an old father could feel a pang at being asked to admire the face of the young up- start who had supplanted his? Ursula went away to her cabin and brought back a case that lay so near the top of her cabin-trunk that it could be referred to at every stray moment when she crept there to com- fort herself with its look. She brought it tenderly in her hand and opened it, leaning over the taffrail, as if to hide it from‘the gaze of the rest of the deck. Her father came behind her and leaned over her shoulder to see. She spread before him the photograph of Winstanley in his mess uniform, a speaking likeness of Lafayette’s. Colonel Hamilton looked, then al- most dropped the pipe he covered with his hand in his gmazement. “Jove, Ursa! It’s Baverstock! Pri- vate Baverstock of my regiment. What on earth is the meaning of this?” “Daddy! It’s Captain Winstanley— Noel—the man whose wife I’m to be some day. What can you mean? Is he like anybody? I don’t believe there’s anybody like him in the world.” ‘ “Like him! It isn’t like, it's the man himself—no other. Why, you know whom I mean! The fellow you begged off from punishment, the most troublesome man in the regiment. He killed a native in the bazaar and de- serted not six months ago, just after you left.” “He can’t be like Noel!” in incredu- lous indignation. “He's his double is this is Noel, as you call him.” Her father had taken the case into his own hand and was examining it with close attention. “Now I look, there’s something different about the look of the eyes, perhaps, and the set of the mouth—but that’s all. I always said Baverstock had good blood some- where—he looked like a gentleman, though he didn’t act up to it.” Ursula gazed into his face with earnest solemnity. “Then it was the man you call Baverstock I must have seen that night at- Government House!” she said, awestruck.’ “There can’t be any one else who could per- sonate Noel. It was all a trick!” “Jove, little girl, a woman’s wit is like a needle! I always said it was. Your dear mother used to get at things hours before I did, though when 1 reached my conclusion I always know how I got there, and she never did. Personated! It sounds like a leaf out of one of Sherlock Holmes stories; but I wonder if*it’s possible?” “Tt must be—oh, daddy, it must be! Don’t you see that that would explain it all? If they sent another man to steal the papers, it is what they would do—pretend that it was Noel; there would be no,other chance. Only the general and ‘Noel had the keys to the safe where the duplicate papers were kept; and no one would be allowed to come in while they were away.’ ee y | poor, Bore eee Anse seine ‘Captain's Double By LILLIAS CAMPBELL DAVIDSON CHAPTER XXVIII. The Red Cloud of War. It was a day of stirring incident. Colonel Hamilton no sooner reached the cape to take up the command of the Second battalion of his regiment than the storm burst. The red cloud that had crept up, small as a man’s hand at first, now grew to the size and darkness that threatened to blot out the sun. There had been threatening rolls of thunder—mutterings, not loud, but portentously deep. Now there came a growl from one side of the heavens to the other; a lurid flash—a glow—a rattle; and the day of war had broken—the red cloud had burst. The regiment was ordered up to Ritterskloof, a small garrison not far from Ladysmith. Colonel Hamilton would not let Ursula go with it, though those were the days when expectation was high as to the ease and speedy termination of the campaign—the times when the whole affair was light- ly spoken of as a walk-over and treat- ed like a picnic. She must stay at Wynberg or go back to England. There was no possibility of her goitg up- country—that was decided at once. She chose Wynberg with as much de- cision as the choice was offered. Go back to England? The idea was not to be entertained for a moment. She would not leave South Africa while daddy remained. So she stayed with acquaintances at Wynberg, and tried to content herself with what patience was her’s, in the face of the suspense and anxiety. Her father at Ritterskloof and Noel at Colenso—for she had heard news of him since she came out. There had been no letter from him; he was stern- ly true to his promise not to keep up communication with her till his name was cleared. But she heard of him as being one of the irregular forces, and already having drawn attention to him- self by acts of daring and enterprise. She could guess how he courted dan- ger and difficulty, that he might do something great. And still there seemed no outlet to the dark vista before her. It is often so, in the lives of us all. There comes i Lae where the way seems closed in ‘Me thick, strong wall of doubt and a ness, and no way shows through it. It is oftenest then that the light is just beyond. Whoever has sailed about the coasts of Norway, and explored its wild and lovely fjords, may have tried to make their way up the most wonderful, where a passage seems denied. The frowning cliffs that tower grim and rigid on either hand, as high as the eye can reach from the deck below, grow with every boat’s length closer together—there seems no room for a canoe to pass. There can be no turn- ing for a yacht that has found its way in—there can be no exit, to the won- dering eye. Closer and still closer the cliffs knit together—the black wall of rock rises impenetrable—then, as the, last chance goes, there is a sudden turn, a bend, and the fjord opens out into wide and glorious space. Just so life treats us—and we must trust for the beauty and the safety beyond, in blind clinging to a hope that seems to have no foundation for itself. It was one evening in the first weeks of the war—while still the colony waited breathlessly for some step more decisive than the futile skirm- ishes and forays that had done no good. Ursula had gone down to the foot of the garden, for she could not rest indoors. Her friends were Eng- lish people, civilians, who had no close association with the army, and regard- ed the whole campaign as a kind of military tournament got up for their special benefit. There was no inten- tion to be callous, but the casualties and losses already suffered by our troops had nd intimate significance to them. They were cheerful over the whole business, which they declared would put matters on a far more ad- vantageous ground for making rich the colonist; and that seemed the chief thought with them all. ‘There had been disquieting talk over the supper table, talk that had thrilled -Ursula’s very heart; for the first time since she had landed in Africa she had heard Winstanley’s name in conversa- tion. A man had come in to see the Belmonts, who had,stayed for the evening meal. He was just down from Colenso, and he was full of news of what was going on there and in the country roud about. There had been some descriptions of his amateur scouting, and how much had been done by Clay’s Horse, of which the papers gave no account. He mentioned a bold act of a certain Cap- tain Winstanley—a man who had been a soldier at home, but left the serviee recently.. He had undertaken to carry dispatches through the enemy's lines, a thing that he might be treated as a spy for doing,“if he should be caught. “But there isn’t much fear they'll catch him. He’s clever enough to get |- away. A crack shot and a first-class ‘rider, an all-round good sort, nobody can quite make out why he gave up bis| tell. Pholy. asks imperti- nent questions out here!” It-had . made Ursula’s heart thrill with excitement, with anxiety. She tried to learn more, but there seemed no more to hear. The visitor of the Belmonts’ had left before there was any news of Winstanley. He could only vaguely repeat that he was sure te come out all right. And so she had stolen out of the lighted house, and down to the foot of the garden, to be alone with her dis- quiet and her doubts. If she could only have got a letter to Noel, or sent her father word where he was—he had promised her to look out for him—but in this couuntry of vast distances the space and time between places seemed so hopeless to overlap. She leant her arms on the little gate that opened on to the road beyond, and she could have laid her head down on them for very weariness of spirit and shed tears, The night was still and cloudless. The brilliant moon rode high overhead. It was as bright as a moon in India— every twig, every leaf, shone silver un- der its glory; she was visible, like a figure thrown up by limelight, to any- one who went past. Some one was coming down the silent road with light and stealthy tread. There is a language of the foot- step that shouts itself aloud to those who know its letters. This step said, “I have learnt the need of caution; I have held a life pursued and guarded like a hunted thing. I dare not walk like honest people, lest I should fall into the trap of 2 foe.” It came on, feeling its way, as it were, through the too light spaces, keeping close where the shallow lay deep. It might have alarmed Ursula as she recognized its character, but that she was startled by something else in it—a kind of dim reminder of Noel’s step. If imagination could have conceived of him hiding from an enemy, dodging a dreaded tracker, that step might have seemed his. She held her breath to listen; she saw the stealthy shadow that traced itself against the dusk of the thick clump of trees on the other side of the road. And suddenly the step stopped short. She was plainly to be seen—to be recognized—and she realized it as she caught the stifled sound of a sharp ex- clamation, too ‘startled to be con- trolled. She looked up, as the shadow against the dusk started forward into the open spot beyond, where the moon- light rested; and then it was she who almost cried aloud. For it was the face of Winstanley that stared at her, with terror in its look. And then, even as she stretched out her hands to him with the name “Noel” on her tongue, the same shock of dismay came over her that she had felt that night in Gen- eral Kenyon’s office at Government House. The man before her was dressed in the rough shirt and slouch hat and riding boots that she had grown so familiar with since she landed out there. But it could not disguise him from her consciousness. It was “Baverstock!” that” she cried out. z “He leapt at the sound of his name, and started as if he would have turned to run, but she fiung out a peremptory hand. “Stop! Listen! You must speak to me! Come nearer—let me see!” As'if her voice had a spell in it that he could not disobey, he slowly drew across the road. She gazed into his face with hungry eagerness—an eagerness that brought conviction. “Yes; it was you! It was you that night!” she breathed. “I don’t know what you mean, miss.” His voice was hoarse, as much with a dread of her recognition as with con sternation and dismay. “I don’t know what night you are talking of.” She faced him steadily. “The night at Portsmouth—the night I found you in General. Kenyon’s office and took you for his aide-de-camp.” (To Be Continued.) NONE TOO YOUNG TO TOIL. Three-Year-Old Child One of the Bread Winners. When women’s wrappers are paid for at the rate of 49 cents a dozen, and silk waists at 8 cents each, it is easy to understand why even the help of tiny children must be called upon to earn a pittance for the makers. If the children can do no more than thread needles or pull out bastings their as- sistance is procious; if they are intel- ligent enough to sew on buttons, or make buttonholes, their help is more precious still. As soon as baby fingers can move intelligently, they play an in- creasingly important part in the labor of the household. It seems incredible, I know, to talk of an infant three years old working, and some may regard the statement that such little ones do work as a sen- sational exaggeration. But it is liter- ally true, as is proved by the testi- mony of witnesses of unimpeachable character. A baby three years old can straighten out tobacco leaves or stick the stamens of artificial flowers through the petals. A child of four can put the covers on paper boxes, or even help paste them. A child from four to six years of age can pull out bastings and sew on buttons. A child of eight can make artificial flowers al most a§ well’ as an adult, and can make paper bags just as well and al- most as quickly. Many a girl from eight to twelve years old can finish boys’ “kne pants” as well as her mother. In our greatest and richest city, babies who should be in the kin- dergartens have been compelled to jt js. finished with a large yellow work in such occupations as.I have€ and black cord. ~ } described; and others’ of a like nature. or Women'é Home Companion. tears there is reason to believe that! Cmirigas arcane gic why 1 OF AID TO HOSTESS SUGGESTIONS THAT MAY PROVE A PRESENT HELP. Some Pretty Ways for Entertaining the Fortunate Modern Bride—The “Book Shower” One of Them —Game for Children. The bride of to-day is a very lucky individual, for, besides her wedding presents, she has all sorts of delight- ful affairs given by her intimate friends. There are “stocking,” “hand- kerchief,” “plate and cup and saucer,” “linen,” “book,” “flower,” “kitchen” and “novelty” showers. Some or all of these functions are likely to-fall to the lot of a girl who announces her en- gagement, and who gives her friends this opportunity to show their good will. Great care should be taken that only one’s nearest and dearest friends are asked to parties of this kind; strangers or mere calling acquaint- ances should not be asked to contrib- ute, for it would be embarrassing both to the giver and the recipient; this is one of the instances where a host- ess must be sure of who the bride- elect would like to be present. Re- member that the “gift without the giver is bare.” One of the very latest fads is a “turnover collar shower.” Hach guest is asked to bring material for aturn- over and her thimble, and at the con- clusion of an afternoon the fair (we take it for granted that adjective ap- plies, as it seems to be the preroga- tive of a bride to be termed thusly) bride-to-be will have a number of these useful accessories to her trous- seau. ‘The “book shower” must be ar- ranged by a person who can find out what volumes the recipient does not possess, so there will not be dupli- cates. The name of the donor with an inscription will greatly enhance the value of the gift, and it is safe to say that this collection will be more than prized when placed upon the book shelves of the new home. The hand- kerchief and linen showers are both pretty. Each article can be thrown at the beide until she is fairly buried under the white offering. The “china” shower is always a fa- varite, and a unique way was devised for the stocking shower by having a large “shoe” candy~box in the center of the luncheon table with a ribbon going to each place; when the rib- bons were pulled all drew out favors except the honored guest, who drew out a number of white packages, all rolled tight in white tissue paper— a pair of silk hose from each guest present. A flower shower is the very pret- tiest of all, and should be given the day before the wedding. Each guest brings a bunch of flowers, and the bride is literally showered with blos- soms from a huge floral ball suspend- ed in a doorway. Haye a large ball made of wire, cover wtih moss, and. fill closely with flowers; make a perfect sphere. The ball is made in halves and filled wtih rose petals. When farewells are being said the hostess pulls a, ribbon which sep- arates the two halves, releasing the petals, which fall upon the young woman who is about to leave the realm of single blessedness for- the new and unknown way. This scatter- ing rose leaves on the pathway of a bride is a very old custom. A Game for Children, Form a circle and cast lots or take a vote as to who shall be the “hunts- man.” When chosen, the hunter pro- ceeds to give a name to each person —one becomes his coat, another’ his hat, gun, belt, shoe, etc. The hunts- man then walks around on the out- side of the circle, and calls for each article in turn. As they are called each person arises and takes hold of the person in front of him, the first person having attached himself to the hunter's coat tails. When all are go- ing at a rather rapid pace, the hunter suddenly calls “bang!” then all, in- cluding the hunter, rush for a seat, and the qne left must become the unter. MADAME MERRI. PILLOW FOR THE SOFA, Design That Is New, Pretty, and Eas- ily Worked. ~ This design for a sofa pillow is a patchwork square enlarged. It is sup- posed to be a “daisy” square, but is made of red silk, the circle at the base of the petals and.the small Effective Sofa Pillow Cover. inner circle in the center of yellow silk, the outer circle (center), stems and diamonds (leaves) of green silk, the whole appliqued on black satin. $ Objects to Tin Soldiers. Miss Bunting writes to the women When smiles are’ seen through | of England; begging them not to give tin soldiers or toy guns to their chil- dren. as such things “arouse a dan- {serous spirit of militarism” In them. carnations | = SICK FOR TEN YEARS. Constant Backache,.Dropsy.and Se- vere Bladder Trouble. | Fred W. Harris, of Chestnut St., Jef- ferson, Ohio, says: “For over ten years I suffered from kidney disease. The third year my feet and hands would swell and remain puffed up for days at a time. I seemed to have a constant backache. Finally I got so bad that I was laid up in bed with several doctors {n attendance. I thought surely I would die. I changed medicine and be- gan using Doan’s Kidney Pills when I was still in bed. The relief I found was so great that I kept on until I had taken about ten boxes. The kid- ney secretions became natural and after years of miséry I was cured. I have increased in weight, and show no symptoms of my former trouble.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, ea Fear of being reformed keeps many a man in the bachelor class. PUTNAM FADELE: Silk, Wool and Cotton fast, beautiful colors. ‘ DISEASES DUE TO WORRY. Imagination Throws a Good Many Persons Into a Decline. Suppose that a man has an uneasy sensation in the locality of his heart which is due, let us say, to overeating or to gas in the stomach. But he be- gims to think he has_ heart dise: He reads the advertisements in the newspapers to learu about the symp- toms and he learns a “A sense of constriction about the chest.” Yes, that is his difficulty ex- actly! “Slight pain on deep breathing, palpitation of the heart after v exercise”—it is evidently a ve He begins to worry about interferes with his sleep. It interferes also with his digestion; he does not get well nourished. Bad sleep and bad digestion make him worse and worse. Each one ag- gravates the other. And all the time he keeps thinking about his heart. In the end, his thinking actually affects its condition until he succeeds in fast- ening on himself a functional difficulty which may be a really serious and permanent trouble—and the whole of it can be traced back to his crooked thinking about that little pain in his chest. This is no parable. It is the record of hundreds of actual cases. Every physician comes into contact with them. A man who keeps worrying about the state of his liver will almost be sure to have trouble with it eventual- ly. Indigestion can be brought on in the same way and a long list of other ailments.—World’s Work. Hasty Nervous Chewing of Food the Cause of Dyspepsia If your teeth are fit, chew, chew, chew, until the food is liquid and insists on being swallowed. If teeth are faulty, soften Grape- Nuts with hot milk or cream, or allow to stand a minute’ soaking in cold cream. “‘There’s a reason,” as follows: Grape-Nuts food is in the form of hard and brittle granules, intended to be ground up by the teeth; that work net only preserves the teeth but brings down the saliva from the gums so necessary in the primary work of digestion. Many people say (and it is true) that when they eat Grape-Nuts they seem able to digest not only that food but other kinds which formerly made trouble when eaten without Grape-Nuts. Chew!! “There’s a reason” for Grape-