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4 799 *By4 SUFFERED TORTURES. Racked with Pain, Day and Night, for Years. Wm. H. Walter, engineer, of Chats- worth, Ills., writes: “Kidney disease was lurking in my system for years. I had torturing pain in the side and back and the urine was dark and full of sediment. I was racked with pain day and night, could not sleep or eat well, and finally became crippled and bent over with rheumatism. Doan’s Kidney Pills brought quick relief, and in time, cured me. Though I lost 40 pounds, I now weigh 200, more than ever before.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Somewhat Different. The honeymoon was only a memory. “On our wedding day,” she said, “I was under the impression that you had filled my heart with sunshine.” “Well?” he queried. “But I find,” she continued, “that it was only moonshine.” $100 Reward, $100. The readers of this paper will be pleased to learn that there ts at least one dreaded disease that science bas been able to cure {n all {ts stages, and that is Catarrb. Hall's Catarrh Cure is the only Positive eure now known tu the medical fraternity. Catarrh being a constitutional disease, requires @ constitu- tional treatment. Hall's Catarrh Cure ts taken tn- fernally, acting directly upon the blood and mucous Surfaces of the system, thereby destroying the foundation of the disease, and giving the patient strength by building up the constitution and asstet- ing nature tn dving its work. The proprietors have so much faith in Its curative powers that they offer One Hundred Dellars for any case that 1t fatle to cure. Send timontals, or list ot Address F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, O. 6old by all Dru: zulsts, 75c. ‘Take Uall's Family Pills for constipation, There is not much virtue in the re- ligion whose vitality you have to prove by argument. DACOTAH BRAND PANTS, SHIRTS ws, guaranteed to wear. We if they don’t, demand them r. Dacotah Mfg. Co., St. Paul. of your de If a boy named Algernon lives it down and makes good with the boys they will find another name for him. Ladies Can Wear Shoes One size smaller after using Allen’s Foot- Fase. A certain cure for swolle ting, hot, aching fect. At all Druggist Ac- cept no substitute. Trial package FRI Address A. 8. Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y. The theory that “the Lord will pro- vide” is a poor one for the man who wants to own an automobile. HIDE To get N.W. Hic . PELTS AND WOOL. value, ship to the old reliable « Fur Co., Minneapolis, Minn. est way to make folks hungry en is to give them a taste of Don't Sneeze Your Head Off. Krause’s Cold Capsules will cure you al- At all Druggists, 25c. most instantly. The cream of society is not obtain- ed by removing the milk of human kindness. Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrap. 1 teething, softens Lue gums, reduces Ine mn allays pal res wind colic. "3c a bottle. For chil fanma A bad imitation is often better than the real thing. PAST MASTER OF HOPPING. Unique Character Well Known in City of Philadelphia, A stranger in the city who had occa- sion recently to pass along Lombard street, near Seventh street, was pass- ed by a man hopping along on one leg and his curiosity was aroused. Upon questioning a storekeeper in the neigh- borhood he learned that he had just seen one of the unique characters of Philadelphia, Tom Scott. Tom Scott, or “Hop,” as he is famil- farly known to many of his associates, is a negro. He is forty-five years of age and for thirty-eight years has been a familiar figure on Lombard and South streets as he hopped on one leg from place to place. When a little child Scott was the victim of an acci- dent which caused his left leg to wither and become helpless. He had no crutch, but his boyish spirits drew him to the playground and he got about fairly well on his one good leg. ‘When afterward he was offered a \grutch he had become so expert in hopping and was able to get about so rapidly by his unusual method of loco- motion that he threw away the offered crutch in scorn. Not in all these years since has he changed his mind, but continues to bob away, up and down the streets, rest!ng every half square and outstripping the fastest pedestrian with two good legs. Scott lived for many years in Lom- bard row, near Seventh and Lombard streets, but recently moved to a place near Broad and Lombard streets. He is supported by a sister and makes no pretense at employment any more strenuous than holding down store boxes. He is probably the only man in the world who has hopped for thir- ty-eight years. “Me use a crutch?” said Tom to a curious inquisitor. “Not on yer life! I ean get around faster dis way. I reck- on some of dese heah brewers ought to pension me for my services in produc- in’ hops.”—Philadelphia Ledger. Path of Glory. “Why do you insist on making speeches?” asked the man of quiet na- ture. “You have no new arguments to offer.” “No,” answered the new congress- man, “but I want to get a reputation so that I can go on the lecture plat- form.” i Pa cARS 9 Alive or Dead? The Strange Disappearance of Gerald Rathbone. By GUY THORNE. —e CHAPTER I. Eustace Charliewood — Man About Town. Upon a brilliant winter’s morning in the height of the season Mr. Eus- tace Charliewood walked slowly up Bond street. The sun was shining brightly, and there was a keen, invigorating snap in the air which sent the well dressed people who were beginning to throng the pavements walking briskly and cheerily. The great shops of one of the rich- est thoroughfares in the world were brilliant with luxuries; the tall com- missionaires who stood by the heavy glass doors were continually opening them for the entrance of fashionable women. It was, in short, a typical winter’s morning in Bond street, when every- thing seemed gay, sumptuous, and debonair. Mr. Eustace Charliewood was greet- ed by various friends as he walked slowly up the street. But his manner in reply was languid, and his clean- shaven cheeks lacked the color that the eager air had given to most of the pedestrians. He was a tall, well-built man, with light, close-cropped hair and a large, intelligent face. His eyes were light blue in color, not very direct in ex- pression, and were beginning to be surrounded by the fine wrinkles that middle age and a life of pleasure im- print. The nose was aquiline, the mouth clean-cut and rather full. In age one would have put Mr. Charliewood down as four-and-forty; in status, a man accustomed to move in good society, though probably more frequently in the society of the club than that of the drawing room. When he was nearly at the mouth of New Bond street, Mr. Charliewood stopped at the swing doors of a small and expensive-looking hair dresser’s and perfumer’s, passed through its re- volving glass doors, and bowed to a stately young lady with wonderfully- } arranged coils of shining hair, who sat behind a little glass cosater Ya ered with cut-glass bottles ‘of scent and ivory manicure sets. F “Good morning, Miss Carling,” he said, easily and in a pleasant voice. “Is Proctor disengaged?” “Yes, Mr. Charliewood,” the girl an- swered; “he’s quite ready for you if you'll go upstairs.” “Quite well, my dear?” Mr. Charlie- wood said, with his hand upon the door which led inward to the toilet saloons. 3 “Perfectly, thank you, Mr. Charlie- wood. But you're looking a little seedy this morning.” He made a gesture with his glove, which he had just taken off. “Ah, well,” he said, “very late last night, Miss Carling. It’s the price one has to pay, you know. But Proctor will soon put me right.” “Hope so, I’m sure,” she answered, wagging a slim finger at him. “Oh, you men about town!” He smiled back at her, entered the saloon, and mounted some thickly-car- peted stairs upon the left. At the top of the stairs a glass door opened into a little ante-room, fur- nished with a w armchairs and small tables, on which Punch and oth- er journals were lying. “Beyond, an- other door stood half-open, and at the noise of Mr. Charliewood’s entrance a short, clean-shaven, Jewish-looking man came through it and began to help the visitor out of his dark blue | overcoat lined and trimmed with astrachan fur. Together the two men went into the inner room, and Mr. Charliewood took off his coat and collar and sat down upon a padded chair, in front of a marble basin and a long mirror. He saw himself in the glass — a handsome, tired face, the hair too light to show the grayness at the temples, but hitting at that and growing a little thin on top. The whole face, distin- guished as it was, bore an impress of weariness and dissipation, the face of a man who lived for material enjoy- ment, and did so without cessation. As he looked at his face, bearing undeniable marks of a late sitting the night before, he smiled to think that in an hour or so he would be turned out very different in appearance by the Jewish-looking man in the frock coat who now began to busy himself with certain apparatus. DEFECTIVE PAGE The upstairs room at proctor’s toilet club was a select haunt of, many young-middle-aged men about town. The new American invention known as “Vibro Massage” was in use there, and Proctor reaped a large harvest by “freshening up” gentlemen who were living not wisely but too well, inci- dentally performing many other ser- vices for his clients. The masseur pushed a wheeled pedestal up to the side of the chair, the top of which was a large octagonal box of mahogany. Upon the side were various electric switches, and from the center of the box a thick, silk-covered wire termi- nated in a gleaming apparatus of cul- canite and steel which the operator held in his hand. —__—_—_—_____—_____@ Proctor tucked a towel round his client’s neck, rubbed some _ sweet- smelling cream all over his face, and turned a switch in the side of the pedestal. Immediately an electric motor be- gan to purr inside like a great cat, and the masseur brought the machine in his right hand, which looked not unlike a telephone receiver, down upon the skin of the subject’s face. What was happening was just this. A. little vulcanic hammer at the end of the machine was vibrating some six thousand times a minute, and pounding and kneading the flesh so swiftly and silently that Charliewood felt nothing more than a faint thrill as the hammer was guided skillfully over the pouches beneath the eyes, and beat out the flabbiness from the cheeks. After some five minutes Proctor switched off the motor and began to screw a larger and differently-shaped vulcanite instrument to the end of the hand apparatus. Mr. Charliewood lay back in a mo- ment of intense physical ease. By means of the electrodes the recruiting force had vibrated gently through the nerves, new animation had come into the blood and tissues of the tired face, and already that sensation of youthful buoyancy which is the surest indication of good health was return- ing to the dissipated mask. “Now, then, sir,” said Proctor, “I’ve | screwed on a saddle-shaped electrode and I’ll go up and down the spine, if you please. Kindly stand up.” Once more the motar hummed, and Mr. Charliewood felt an indescribable thrill of pleasure as the operator ap- plied straight and angular strokes of the rapidly-vibrating instrument up and down his broad back, impinging upon the central nerve system of the body and filling him with vigor. “By Jove, Proctor,” he said, when the operation was over at last and the man was brushing his hair and spray- ing bay rum upon his face, “by Jove, this one of the best things I've ever struck! In the old days one had to have a small bottle of Pol Roger about half-past eleven if one had been sit- ting up late at cards the night before. Beastly bad for the liver it was! But I never go out of this room without feeling absolutely fit.” “Ah, sir,” said Proctor, “it’s aston- ishing what the treatment can do, and it’s astonishing what a lot of gentle men come to me every day at all hours. My appointment book is simp- ly filled, sir—filled! And no gentle- man need be afraid now of doing ex- actly as he likes, till what hour he likes, as long as he is prepared to come to me to put him right in the morning.” After making an appointment for two days ahead, Mr. Charliewood passed out into the ante room once more. During the time while he had been massaged another client had en- tered and was waiting there, lounging upon a sofa and smoking a cigarette. He was a tall, youngish looking man of about the same height and build as Charliewood, light in complexion and with curly yellow hair. He looked up languidly as Proctor helped Chariie- wood into his fur coat. The first ar- rival hardly noticed him, but bade the masseur a good day and went out jauntily into Bond street with a nod and a smile for the pretty girl who sat behind the counter of the shop. It was a different person who walk- ed down Bond street toward Piccadil- ly, a Mr. Charliewood who looked younger in some indefinite way, who walked with sprightliness, and over whose lips played a slight and satis- fied smile. It was not far down Bond street— now more bright and animated than ever—to Mr. Charliewood’s club in St. James’ street, a small but weil known establishment which had the reputa- tion of being more select than it really was. Swinging his neatly rolled umbrella and humming a tune to himself under his breath, he ran up the steps and entered. A porter helped him off with his overcoat, and he turned into the smoking room to look at the let- ters which the porter had handed him, and to get himself in a right frame of mind for the important function of lunch. In a minute or two, with a sherry and bitters by his side and a Parascho cigarette between his lips, he seemed the personification of correctness, good humor and mild enjoyment. Very little was known about Eus- tace Charliewood outside his social life. He lived in chambers in Jermyn street, but few people were ever in- vited there, and it was obvious that he must use what was actually his home as very little more than a place in which to sleep and take breakfast. He was of good family, there was no doubt about that, being a member of the Norfolk Charliewoods, and a sec- ond son of old Sir Miles Charliewood, of King’s Lynn. Some people said that Eustace Charliewood was not re- ceived by his family, that there had been some quarrel many years before. This rumor gained general belief as Charliewood never seemed to be asked to go down to his father’s place for the shooting, or, indeed, upon any occasion whatever. There was noth- ing against Eustace Charliewood. No- body could associate his name with any unpleasant scandal, or point out to “him as’ being in any way worse than half a hundred men of his own position and way of life. Yet he waa not very generally popular; people just liked him, said “Oh, Eustace Charliewood isn’t half a bad sort,” and left it at that. Perhaps a certain mys- tery about him, and about his sources of income, annoyed those people who would like to see their neighbor’s bank book once a week. Charliewood lived fairly well, and everybody said, “How on earth does he manage it?”’—the general opinion being that his father and elder broth- er paid him an allowance to keep him outside the life of the family. About 1 o’clock Mr. Charliewood went into the club dining room. The head waiter hurried up to him, and there was a somewhat protracted and extremely confidential conversation as to the important question of lunch. As the waiter would often remark to his underlings, “It’s always a pleasure to do for a gentleman like Mr. Charlie- wood because he gives real thoughts to his meals, chooses his wine with care, and his food with discrimination. Not like them young men we get up from Hoxford and Cambridge, who'll eat anything you put before ’em, and smacks their lips knowing over a cork- ed bottle of wine.” “Very well,” Mr. Charliewood said, “Robert, the clear soup, a portion of the sole with mushrooms, a_ grilled kidney, and a morsel of Comembert. That will do very well. A half bottle of the ’82 Neirsteiner and a Grande Marnier with my coffee.” Having decided this important ques: tion, Mr. Charliewood looked round the room to see if any of his particu- lar friends were there. He caught the eye of a tall, very good looking man, with a silly face and very care- fully dressed. This was young Lord Landsend, a peer of twenty-one sum- mers, who had recently been elected to the Boabab Tree club, and who had a profound admiration for the worldly wisdom of his fellow-member. The young man got up from his table and came over to Mr. Charlie- wood. “{ say, Charlie,” he said, “I’m going to motor down to Richmond this after- noon, just to get an appetite for din- ner. Will you come?” Charliewood was about to agree, when a waiter brought him a telegram upon a silver tray. He opened it, read it, crushed the flimsy pink gov- ernment paper in his hand, and said: “Awfully sorry, Landsend; but I’ve just had a wire making an appoint ment which I must keep.” He smiled as he did so. “Ah,” said the young gentleman with a giggle, prodding his friend in the shoulder with his thin, unsteady finger, “Ah, naughty, naughty!” With that he returned to his place, and Mr. Charliewood lunched alone. Once he smoothed out the telegram again and read it with a Slight frown and an anxious expression in his eyes. It ran as follows: “Be here three this afternoon without fail. — Gouldes- brough.” When Mr. Charliewood had paid his bill and left the dining room the head waiter remarked with a sigh and a shake of the head that his pet mem- ber did not seem to enjoy his food to- day. “Which is odd, Thomas,” con- cluded that oracle, “because a finer sole-oh-von-blong I never see served in the club.” Charliewood got into a cab, gave the driver the name and address of a house in Regent’s Park, lit a cigar, and sat back in deep thought, smoking rather rapidly, and seeing nothing of the moving panorama of the streets through which the gondola of London bore him swiftly and noiselessly. His face wore a sullen and rather troubled expression, not at all the expression one would have imagined likely in a man who had been summoned to pay an afternoon call upon so famous and popular a celebrity as Sir William Gouldesbrough, F. R. S, (To Be Continued.) PECULIAR TREE OF MEXICO. It Grows Upon Another and Is Called the Strangling Fig. Visitors to Mexico and other tropical countries often have their attention called to “the strangling fig,” a tree that commences its growth as an epiphyte (that is, one form of plant that grows perched on* another) far up on the trunk or among the branches of another tree, usually on a palmetto or some of the kinds of palms. The roots of the strangling tree extend, downward around the host tree to the ground, gradually joining together, making a tubelike mass of roots some- times as much as six feet or more in diameter. When the attacked tree is a palm, death to it is caused not so much by the binding around the trunk as by shading out its branches by the at- tacking tree. When the attacked tree is an oxy- gen (that is, one with wood and bark), the attacking roots bind so tightly as to cause a stoppage of the flow of sap. As the sap of a tree is really its food, changed by the leaves so that it can be used, and the flow of food is thus stopped, the attacked tree is really “starved” to death. So death to the attacked tree is caused either by smothering or by starvation, or by both. ‘The peculiar manner in which the flattened roots extend down and around the tree gives them the appear- ance of some thick, slow-running mate- rial running down the tree.—St. Nich- olas. Some folks think they are light hearted because they find it so easy to make light of the troubles of oth- THEY GOT THEIR DUE TWO GOOD STORIES OF JUST RETRIBUTION. Chauffeur of Senator Lost His Job and the Merchant Found the De- spised Clerk Got Back at Him. A distinguished senator recently had an experience with the chauffeur which resulted in the man finding an- other place and caused the senator to take a reef in his regulations regard- ing the control of his automobile. The senator left town with his family, and during his absence his secretary alone was to have use of the auto. He was not away long before the secretary wanted to use the machine, but he was told that for sundry rea- sons it could not be taken out. The auto developed various acute troubles, which arose without a moment's no- tice, and when one difficulty was over: come another appeared. He seldom was able to make any use of the ma- chine, which was one of the big fel- lows that no one except an experi- enced chauffeur ever runs. The weeks passed by, and as, according to re- port, the machine was out of order, he practically gave up all attempts to go out in it. Then a revelation came to him. He was in the habit of taking his lunch- eon at once of the leading hotels, in front of which there is always a long line of autos for hire. He had never noticed them particularly, but there one day he saw the familiar face of the chauffeur as he steered the ma- chine to the curb with a party of five tourists whom he afterward learned had hired the auto at five dollars an hour. Making an investigation, he discovered that it had been the man’s practice to go to the hotel daily and hold the machine for hire by the hour. In that way it was an easy matter for the chauffeur to make from $10 to $25 a day. His thriving business was brought to a close, and now the sen- ator’s auto is driven by another man. He was a government clerk about six or seven years ago, and in those days of salary chasing and Watching the clock he once betook himself into the establishment of a man who caters in his line to the “best people” of Washington. According to the story he told to a number of his friends the other evening, the owner of the es- tablishment came in about the time he was examining some goods, and with a toss of his head let him know that he was not a “big enough man” to deal at his store. The clerk left the place rather warm, and the pro- prietor behind the counter felt some- what elated to think that he had in- formed a government clerk that the time he was taking up was much more valuable than any pure he might be able to make. Fortune smiled upon the employe of the government, and about two years ago he found himself with a large income and an ideal abode. He had become affiliated with two of the well-known clubs of the city. One afternoon he happened to be at one of the clubs and saw the name of the merchant proposed for membership. In his own words, “I said something choice.” Then he gathered himself together and “be- gan lining ’em up.” The former clerk gained “converts” so fast that the man who proposed the merchant hastened away and told that gentle- man ‘in a few words that if his name went in for confirmation it would surely be blackballed. When he asked who was making the fight he was in- formed that it was the former clerk. “In other words,” said the relator, “I just gave him all that was coming to him, and a little bit more for good measure.” What Bryce Would Reform. Mr. James Bryce, the new ambas- sador to ihe United States from Great Britain, is not a reformer, but he says that should he at any time be in- clined to embark upon a reform move- ment it would be in the direction of a revision of names for American and Canadian cities. He especially ab- hors duplications for the reason that they lead to confusion in the mails and telegraph. As an illustration he said that while in Canada recently he had occasion to write a number of dis- patches to his government, and ad- dressed them “London.” The dis- patches went to London, Ontario, Can- ada. Now he is convinced that there should be but one London in the world. Likewise he believes there should be but one Washington, and he was surplised to learn that there are a dozen states in this country that have Washingtons. A lover of In- dian names, the ambassador is of the opinion that there is no occasion for duplication in the United States and Canada, for the Indians have provided an unlimited supply of rippling mu- sical names that may be given to cit- ies, rivers and other geographical points. The wisest thing the people of Toronto, Canada, ever did, said Mr. Bryce, was to adopt the present name of the city of York, by which the set- tlement was first called. Why This Druggist Sells for Cash. “I pemember,” said the negro drug- gist, interviewed in Atlanta, “the last time we got into trouble. We needed $400 to pay our bills. I picked out some of our best customers and gave them a heart to heart talk and told them what trouble we were in. They all promised to pay; but gn the day we set for payment, out of $1,680 which they owed us we collected but $8.25. After that experience we came down to a cash basis. We trust no one and since then we have been do ing well.”—Ray Stannard Baker, in American Magazine, ALTH NOTES FOR JUNE. HE Spring Catarrh is a well de- fined Spring disease. The usual symptoms are given above. A Bottle of Pe-ru-na taken in time will promptly arrest the course of the disease known as Spring Catarrh. BEST WAY TO WASH PAINT. Is Not So Simple an Operation as Some Would Believe. Washing paint is not quite so sim- ple an operation as_ the venders of ready-mixed paints sometimes claim. Painted woodwork can generally be washed suce ully with water con- taining a littie ammonia, but painted wall surfaces are a different matter. As a rule plastered wall surfaces, when finished in oil paint, have the last coat “flatted” by mixing it with turpentine As a flatted coat dries without gloss it conceals the unevenness of the plas: tering, which would be shown at once S, by the irregular deflections from a shining surface, and is therefore popu- - lar with builders. But it is gritty and catches and retains much dirt in con- sequence, and it is very difficult to wash. If treated with soap and water in the ordinary way the wall, after the work is completed, will show glos- sy streaks. These are due to the par- tial drying of the soapy water on the surface, and in order to avoid them the water must be wiped off at once with a soft cloth before it has time to dry. ‘The proper way to wash such paint is to take a sponge in ore hand and a soft cloth in the other and go over the wall, sponging and wiping alter- nately. Plain, “oil finished” paint, or “egg-shell finished,” which is all var nish can be washed much more easily and successfully than a fiatted coat; but even with these it is best not to allow soapy water to dry on the sur face. NURSE WAS CAREFUL. Had Good Reason for Not Attending the Picnic. “John Alexander Dowie,” said a Zion City man, “had a grand knack of putting things quaintly and forcibly. “At one of his last meetings here he attacked the modern mother of so- cgty, the mother who neglects her children. “Why,” he said, “I overheard the most remarkable conversation be- tween two nursemaids on a car yester- day. “‘Are you going to the picnic?’ ask- ed the first nursemaid. “‘No,’ said the second; ‘I'm afraid I shan’t be there.’ “Why not?’ cried the first. ‘And you so fond, too, of picnics and dane ing and young men and all that there!” “‘Oh, said the other nursemaid, “T'd love dearly to go, dearly; but, to tell you the truth I’m afraid to leave the baby with its mother.” Superstitions as to Earthquakes, Scientists still study the cause and meaning of earthquakes, but, accord- ing to an exchange, uncivilized peoples long ago settled the questions involv- ed to their own complete satisfaction. In Mongolia it is the breathings and skippings of a huge frog that cause the mischief; in China, a gigantic dragon; in India, a world-bearing ele- Dhant; in Celebes, a hog, and in other countries the idea is varied by the in- troduction of a bull and a tortoise. Earthquakes in Siberia are believed to be due to the frolics of mammoths which live in the center of the earth, while in Vancouver island it is the spirit of evil, with his marshaled hosts of all the wicked people who have ever lived.