Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, November 24, 1906, Page 8

A MISSOURI WOMAN Tells a Story of Awful Suffering and Wonderful Relief. J. B. Johnson, of 603 West an street, Columbia, Mo., says: “Following an oper- ation two years ago, dropsy set in, and, my left side was so swollen the doctor. said he would have to tap out the water. There was constant pain and a gurgling sensation around my heart, and I could not raise my arm above my head. The kidney action was disordered and passages of the se- cretions too frequent. On the advice of my husband I began using Doan’s Kidney Pills. Since using two boxes my trouble has not reappeared. This i wonderful, after» suffering two d by all dealers. 50 cents a box. ter-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. An Insinuation. Why do you think women could not compete with men in business?” “Why, it takes a woman longer to make up her mind about a shade of a yard of baby ribbon she wants to buy than it does a man to bargain for a piece of real estate.” TURKEYS WANTED, 0 Veal and Chickens, C. J, Ertz, 84 E. 3rd St. (Oldest house in St. Paul.) The sunshiny man drives all the moonshine out of his religion. Big Prices for Cream. We are paying 28 cents per pound for ex- i quality cream, and will advan eas the market goes up. W. P to pay more, and we do pay mo f od cream the year round than any amery in the state. Spot eash for eve Start shipping at once, Milton Dairy Co., 18 W. Ninth street, St. Paul, Minn. No man is greater than his smallest Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup. h Shouts of joy are apt to give the pessimist a headache. $100 Reward, $100. The readers of this paper will be pleased to learn that there (g at least one dreaded disease that science n able to cure in all {ts stages, and that ts Hali’s Catarrh Cure 1s the only positive known to the medical fraternity. Catarrh »patitu nal disease, requires ‘@ constitu: tment. Hall's Catarrh Cure fe taken fu- upon the blood and mucous thereby destroying the , and giving the patient b Pp the constitution and assist- in doing its work. The proprietors have 1 in its curative powers that they offer case that it fails to Sold hy all Druggtsts, 5c. Yeke Mail's Family Pills for constipation. The Fly Fly. “Will you step into my parlor?” id the spider to the fly, ing her politely to her doom; ut the fly was pretty fly, ay, kind sir,” she made reply, “l'm afraid your parlor’s but a dining room.” Invi B When the Wife Is Away. Things happen funny when one’s wife is away. The other night we were awakened about midnight by a peculiar noise. Summoning up all our cou , we descended the stairs and ed the kitchen door, from which place the noise seemed to be coming, t an inch. What we saw was a machine that outclassed the Santos-Dumont machine 2 to 1. 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Did you understand that?” There was no reasonable doubt now that this was the Madge of the letter; unless the late Dandy Chater had made proposals, of a like nature, ‘in other quarters. matically. “Yes, I thik I unerstood that,” he said. “I—I am very grateful.” “Do you remember,’ she went on, “what you said to me when last we met—when I told you you should have your answer definitely? Do you re- member that; or have you forgotten it,‘ like so many other things?” “I said so many things that per- haps I may have forgotten which one you, refer to.” Philip Chater felt rath- er proud of himself after this speech. “You said, ‘I’m going to be a strong- er, better fellow than I have ever been before; you shall find me changed from to‘night; you shall find I'll be a new man.’ Do you remember that?” It was a trying moment; and, for the life of him, Philip Chater found it dif- ficult to keep his voice quite steady, when he answered, after a pause, “Yes, I remember.” For this girl, with her hands locked on his arm, and with her eyes looking so trustful- ly and confidingly into his, had heard those words, of repentance, and hope, and well-meaning, however lightly said, from the lips of a man she would see no more, and who was now wash- ing about horribly, a disfigured thing, with the life beaten out of it. ‘Did you mean it, Dandy, dear? Was it true?” He answered from his heart, and spoke the truth, in that instant at least. “Yes, God knows it was true,” he said. They had left the road and had turned through a gate into a little wood, which belonged, he supposed, to his own estates. Here, quite suddenly, she stopped, and held out both her hands to him. Very gravely he tool the hands in his, and looked, as steadily as he might, into her face “Dandy, my dear boy, as friends— as man and woman—we have sa some bitter things to each other— have parted in anger, more than once You have been wild, I/ know—have made some blunders, as we all must make them, in our poor journey here on earth. But you have sworn to me that those old tales about you—you and Patience Miller * * * forgive me; I promised never to mention the sub ject again; but I must—I must * * * you have told me that all that story Was mere malicious gossip. As heaven is my witness, I believed you then; but tell me once again. Tell me,” she pleaded—‘“that no woman need hide her face to-day because of you; tell me that—reckless and foolish as you may have been—no living creature weeps to-day because of you. He paused for a moment: a dozen new thoughts and ideas seemed to dart through his mind. The name she had mentioned had brought again to his memory the scene with the girl, on the road outside the village, on the night of his first visit to Bramberton —the girl whom Dandy Chater was to have married, and who failed, after ‘all to accompany him to London. But, for all that, he had a double reason for setting her doubts at rest, and for speaking clearly and without fear. In the first place, the man to whom the question referred was dead, and be- yond the reach of any earthly judg- ment; in the second place, Philip Cha- ter was, of course, blameless in the matter. Therefore he said, after the nomentary pause: “Indeed, no living creature weeps to- day on my account Madge.” He felt that he must attempt the name, and was relieved to observe no start of surprise on her part. “I have had your letter;I —I wanted to thank you for it. I wish I could think that I de- served——” “Hush, dear,” she broke in, hurried- ly. “All that is past and done wiit haven’t I said that we start from to- day afresh? Perhaps—who knows?” «she laughed happily, and came a lit- tle nearer to him—‘“perhaps I've helped to change you, to make a new man of you. And I won’t believe a word that any one says against you, never any more!” With a gesture that was all woman- ly, and all beautiful, she leaned sud- denly forward and kissed him on the lips. Then, as if half-ashamed of what she had done, she released her hands and, with a quick, half-whisper- a “Good-by!” sped away from him hrough the wood. : Philip Chater stood looking after her for a few moments in a bewil- dered fashion; then, presently, sat down on a bank and let his head drop into his hands. “Qh—it’s horrible!” he groaned. By Tom Gallon. ; J a Ue answered diplo- | ‘Giere’s a woman—one of the best in the world, I'll be sworn—holding my hands, and kissing my lying lips, and swearing that she loves me and will make a new man of me; and the man that she loves is at the bottom of the | river. Yet, what am I to do?” He {sat up and stared hopelessly before him. “If I tell her that her lover is dead, I break, her heart and endanger my own neck; on the other hand, to keep up this mad game requires more subtlety than I possess, and the Evil one’s own cheek.” He heard a sudden rustling among the leaves near at hand, and the next moment a girlish figure sprang out and confronted him. Raising his head slowly from the ground upward, he saw, first of all, a very trim little pair of shoes, a gay little Sunday frock, a remarkably neat waist, and so up to a mischievous face shaded by a wide hat, and in the face was set the pair of black eyes which had looked at hin in so audacious a manner in church, and which were regarding him roguishly enough now. “Mr. Dandy Chater’—the voice of this girl of about eighteen was im- perious, and she was evidently not a person to be trified with—‘I want to know what you mean by it!” Philip Chater pushed back his hat and gazed at her in perplexity; and, indeed, it must be admitted that to be accosted in this fashion by a young lady of whose name he was entirely ignorant was enough to try the stout- est nerves. However, remembering all that was at stake, and seeing in this girl one of a very different stamp to the woman from whom he’had just parted, he asked, with what careless- pess he might: “And what's the matter with you?” The girl stamped her foot and began to twist the lace scarf she wore petu- lently in her bands. ‘As if you didn’t know!” she exclaimed, passionately. “I've watched you since you walked out of church, and I know why you went there. Surely, you remember all you said to me last weék. when"—the little hands were very busy with the lace scarf at this point—“when you kissed me?” Philip Chater rose hurriedly to his feet, advanced to the girl, and took her by the shoulders. “Look here, my dear,” be said, and his voice was real- ty very plaintive, “if 1 kissed yau, I'm very sorry—I mean, I ought not to vave done it. In fact, there are a lot of things I’ve done in the past, and ve Jeft them behind. You're a very pretty gi and J’m quite sure you're a vood girl; but you'd better not have anything more to do with me. It’s enly too evident that I’m a bad lot. I think—in fact, I'm quite sure—you'd better go home.” He turned away and walked farther into the wood. Looking back, after going a Jittle way, he saw her crouched down upon the ground, weeping as if her heart would break. Hastily con- signing the late Dandy Chater’s love affairs to a region where cynics assert they have their birth, he retraced his steps and raised the girl from the ground. She was very pretty and seemed so much 2 child that the man tenderly patted her shoulder in an en- deavor to comfort her. “There—don't ery, little one. I know I’ve been a brute—or, at least, I suppose I have; and I % “No, you haven't,” sobbed the girl. “And please don’t mind me; you'd better go away; you'd better not be seen with me. He'll kill you if he finds us together—he said he would.” “Who'll kill me?” asked Philip, glancing round, involuntarily. “Harry!” She. was still sobbing, but he caught the name distinctly. “And who is Harry?” “As if you didn’t know! ry, of course—your servant. keep his word, too.” Why, Har- And he'll CHAPTER V. An Honest Sailor-Man, Philip Chater sat over the fire late that night in a futile endeavor to see his new position clearly and to decide upon the best course of aciion for him to adopt. Try as he would, however, the thing resolved itself merely into this: that Dandy Chater was dead, and that he, Philip, together with pos- sibly one other man, alone knew of his death; that Philip Chater was accept- ed by every one, even ‘the most inti- mate, as the real Dandy; that, in that capacity, he was already engaged to be married—had left a girl crying in the wood, that very day, whose name he did not know, but who obviously regarded him with considerable ten- derness; and that there was, in addi- tion, a certain Patience Miller, whom he was to have married, and who, up to the present, was not accounted for in the least. “Altogether a pretty state of af- fairs!” he muttered to himself as he sat brooding over the fire. “Why, I don’t even know whether I’m rich or poor, or In what my property. con- sists. I may meet Dandy Chater’s dearest friend to-morrow, and cut him dead; and, equally on the same prin- ‘ciple, embrace my tailor, and hail him as a brother! I can’t disclose my real identity, for the question would natur- ally be asked, ‘If you are not Dandy Chater, where is he?’ and I should have to tell them that he was dead— murdered—and I don’t know by whom. No; there’s not the slightest doubt that you are in a very tight place, Phil, my boy, and your only chance is to go through with the business.” His thoughts strayed, and pleasant- ly, too, to the girl of more than aver- age height, with the eyes that had looked so frankly into his own; he found himself remembering, with something very like a sentimental sigh, that she had held his hands, and had kissed him on the lips; remem- bered, too, with some indignation, that the man she supposed she loved had arranged to take another woman to London, on that very night of his death, and to marry her. “The late Dandy Chater,” he said softly—“twin brother of mine, in more than ordinary meaning of the word—either you were a much-ma- ligned man, or you were a most con- founded rascal. And it’s my pleasing duty to discover, by actual experience, whether you were saint or sinner. And I don’t like the job.” Inclination, no less than the actual necessity for following out that part of the tangled skein of his affairs, led his thoughts on the following day in the direction of Madge Barnshaw. Yet, for an engaged man, he was placed in a decidedly awkward posi- tion, inasmuch as he did not even know where the lady lived. Having recourse to her letter he’ found it headed: “The Cottage, Bramberton.” “Now, where on earth is ‘The Cot- tage’ situated?” muttered Philip to himself, in perplexity, as he surveyed the letter. “As a matter of fact, she ought to have supplied me with a map, showing exactly how far away it is, and the best method of reaching it. Let me see; what shall I do? I know: I must sound the individual who is thirsting for my blood—Harry.” Acting upon this resolution he rang the bell and requested that the young man should be sent to him. On his appearance a brilliant idea struck Philip Chater, and he said, airily, “I am going to see Miss Barnshaw. I think I'll drive.” Harry, whose eyes had_ been re- speetfully cast in the direction of the floor, gave a visible start, and looked up ip perplexity at his master. “Drive, sir?” he stammered. (To Be Continued.) HALE AND HEARTY AT 306. Tortoise in the New York Zoological Park Weighs 237 Pounds. Oldest of all living things in New York, says the Herald, is the big tor- toise of the Bronx Zoological Park, which is 306 years old. He was a “sol- dier" when buffalo were grazing on what is now the White House lawn at Washington (memoirs of Col. Samuel Argall, deputy governor of Virginia, 1612). In the first thre hundred years of his life he attained a weight of 156 pounds. In the last six he has gained 81 younds. “And as he keeps getting fatter and bigger, greatly disconcerting scientists who have been accepting as a fact that the size of the big South Pacific tortoises was an indication of their wealth of centuries of age. Buster is the tortoise’s name. His shell and his flesh are worthless and he is too old to add to his ancient line, now practically extinct. He came from the Gailapagos group to the Bronx six years ago, but not directly. His race is forgotten on the islands and only a few specimens are distributed in zo- ological parks over the civilized world. In spite of his years and the new environment into which he -has been cast, Buster is bealthy and promises to live toa hearty old age of 4a thousand or so. He is very gentle and eats from the nands of his keepers. ANECDOTE A LA MODE. The Matter of Pronunciation Would Determine the Boy's School. The recently celebrated christening of the Lady Alberta Edwardine, the new baby girl with which Lord “Mig- gles” Snobtoun has been presented by his accomplished and much-traveled wife, who was Mrs. Tob B. Hunger be- fore she wore the Snobtoun coronet, coupled with the breaking up of the schools for holidays, recalls a pleasing story that was told of the proud fath- er’s maternal uncle as far back as the days of Waterloo, which, it will be re- membered, says the London Bystand- er, was fought on the 18th of June, and won, as all schoglboys know, on the playing fields of one of the famous colleges now up for the vacation. 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