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— ! Mrs. Emma Stolt, of Appleton, Wisconsin. “A neighbor, advised me to use Peruna. ie i began to pmprove at once.”’ i MES. EMMA STOLT. Mrs. Emma Stolt, 1069 Oneida St., Ap- pleton, Wis., writes: “Peruna has done me a great deal of good since I began taking it and Iam always glad to speaka good word for it. “Three years ago I was in a wretched condition with backaches, bearing down pains, and at times wasso sore and lame that I could not move about. I had in- flammation and irritation; and although I used different remedies they did me no good. “A neighbor who had been using Pe- runa advised me to try it,and I am glad that 1 did. I began to improve as soon as I took it and I felt much better. “I thank you for your fine remedy. It is certainly a godsend to sick women. Catarrh of the Internal Organs. Miss Theresa Bertles, White Church, Mo., writes: “I suffered with catarrh of the stom- ach, bowelsandinternal organs. Every- thing I ate seemed to hurt me. Inever had a passage of the bowels without tak- ing medicine. I was so tired mornings and ached allover. I had a pain in my left side, and the least exertion or excite- ment made me short of breath. “Now, after taking Peruna for six months, I am as well as I ever was. Pe- runa has worked wonders for me. I be- lieve Peruna is the best medicine in the world,and Irecommend it tomy friends.” Little Pitchers. Tommy—Why, Mr. Smith, you didn’t go in the ocean steamer after all, did you? Guest—What makes you ask that, Tommy? I had no idea of going in the steamer. Tommy—Well, all the same, mamma Said when papa told her he had asked you to dinner, why did he do that, be- cause she was sure you would be half- Beas over. Not His. Heart. Mrs. Stubb—Ah, our neighbor, Mr. Brown, is such a nice man. Just look how he raised his hand to his heart when his wife kissed him before start- ing on her shopping tour. Mr. Stubb—Shucks, Maria! He was- n’t feeling his heart; he was feeling his vest pockets. Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORTA, ® safe and eure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Bears the tA LDF, Signature of i A 74 In Use For Over 30 Years, The Kind You Have Always Bought What He’ll Say. “T expect to meet my first love to» night. si “And what in the world will you say to her?” “Tl say, ‘Dear, it was just simply impossible for me to get home earli- er.” FLAGS, AWNINGS, TENTS, STACK Covers etc. For information,& prices, write American Tent & Awning Co., Minneapolis To a boy, it always seems a man doesn’t fully appreciate being “grown up.” Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup. For children teething, softens the gums, reduces in. fiammation allays pain, cures wind colic." %ca bottle, We.are all attracted by our oppo- sites, which is why a woman likes a man who is a good listener. SHIP YOUR CREAM to Crescent Creamery Co., St. Paul, Minn. Write to-day for tags and prices. It is sometimes difficult to dis- tinguish between a systematic person and a curious one. SHIP YOUR CREAM TO US. We always pay highest market price. jameis Bros., Minneapolis, Minn. Even an editor must accept the in- evitable, unless it comes in the form of a spring poem. DACOTAH BRAND PANTS, SHIRTS And Mackinaws, guaranteed to wear, We replace them if they don’t, demand them of your dealer. Dacotah Mfg. Co,, St. Paul. No, Alfonso, it isn’t nice to allude to a 250-pound grass widow as a load of CHAPTER 11].—Continued. “When J put a certain instrument on the head of a man or woman, when I surround the field of emanation by a shield which captures the vibra- tions, they are conducted to a receiv- er more delicate.and sensitive than anything which has ever been achiev- ed by scientific process before. That receiver collects these vibrations and can transmit them, just in the manner of a telephone or telegraph wire, for almost any distance.” “And at the other end?” Marjorie asked. “It has been a difficulty of ten long, anxious, unwearying years.” “And now?” “Now that difficulty has been finally overcome.” “Therefore?” “What a person thinks in London can be sent in vibrations along a wire to Paris.” “I see! I understand! But when there they can only be transmitted to another brain, of course. You mean that you have invented a more mar- velous system of telegraphy than has ever been invented before. For in- stance, I could sit here in this room and communicate with you with abso- lute freedom in Paris. How wonderful that is! What a triumphant achieve- ment! But—but, William, marvelous as it is, you do not substantiate what you said just now. The secrets of thought may be yours, but only when the sender wills it.” “Ah,” he answered, with a deep note of meaning coming into his voice like a sudden drum at midnight, “if I had only discovered what you say, I should have discovered much. But I have gone far, far away from this. I have done much, much more, and in that Mes the supreme value of my work.” Once more they were standing to- gether, strained with wonder, with amazement and triumph passing be- tween them like the shuttle of a Joom. Once more she was caught up in high realms of excitement and dawning knowledge, the gates ‘to which had never been opened to her brain before. “To come back to the phgnograph,” Sir William said. “The marks are made upon the waxen cylinder and they are reproduced in sound, record- ed upon metal cylinders, to remain for- ever as a definite reproduction of the human voice. Now—and here I come to the final point of all—I have discov- ered a means by which thought can be turned into actual vision, into an actu- al expression of itself for every one to read. What I mean is this: I have discovered the’ process, and I have in- vented the machine by which, as a person thinks, the thought can be con- veyed to any distance along the wire, can be received at the other end by an instrument which splits it up into this or that vibration. And these vibra- tions actuate upon a machine, a com- bination of the spectroscope and the bioscope, which shows them upon a screen in the form. of either pictures or of words—as the thoughts of the thinker are at that moment sent out by the brain in words or pictures.” “Then what does this mean?” “It means that once by apparatus, whether by consent of the subject or by force, is employed to collect the thought vibrations, then no_ secrets can be hidden. The human soul must reveal itself. Human personality is robbed of its only defense. There ‘will be no need to try the criminal of the future. He must confess in spite of himself. The inviolability of thought is destroyed. The lonely cita-| del of self exists no longer. The pious j hypocrite must give his secrets to the world, and saints and sinners must confess to man what only God knew before. Marjorie sat down in her chair and covered her face with her hands. Various emotions thronged and pulsed through her brain. The stupendous thing that this man/had done filled her with awe for his powers, with terror almost, but with a great exulta- tion also. She did not love him, she knew well that she had never loved him, but she realized her influence over him. She knew that this supreme intellect was hers to do with as she would. She knew that if he was in- deed, as he said, master of the wo.", she was mistress of his mind—she was the mistress of him! The mysterious force of his love, greater than any oth- er earthly force which he could cay- ture or control, had made him, who could make the minds of others his slaves and instruments, her slave. Yes, Love! That, after all, was the greatest force in the whole world. Here was a more conclusive proof than, perhaps, any woman had ever had before in the history of humanity. Love! Even while the inmost se- crets of Nature were wrested from her by such a man as this, Love was still his master. Love was still the motive power of the world! And as she thought that she forgot for a moment all her fears and all her wonder in a final realization of what all the poets had sung ‘and all the scientists striven to destroy. Her blood thrilled and pulsed with the knowledge. But it did not thrill or pulse for the man whose revelations had confirmed her init. The man whom she had promised to marry was 4 the man who had confirmed her in the Alive or Dead? The Strange Disappearance of Gerald Rathbone. By GUY THORNE. knowledge of the truth. And ail he had said and done filled her with a strange joy such as she had never known before. At that moment Sir William came toward ber. He had switched on the electric light, and the room was now brilliantly illuminated. In his hand he held a large oval thing of brass, bright and shining. At that moment, also, old Lady Poole woke up with a start. “Dear me!” she said. “I must have taken forty winks. Well,’ IF suppose, my dear children, that I have proved my absolute inability to be de trop! What are you doing, William?” “Tt’s a little experiment, * Sir Will iam said; “one of my inventions, Lady Poole. Marjorie, I want you to take off your hat.” Marjorie did so. With careful and loving hands the great man placed the metal helmet upon her head. The girl let him do so as if she were in a dream. Then Sir William pressed a button in the wall. In a few seconds there was an answering and sudden ring of an electric bell in the study. “Now, Marjorie,” Sir William said, “now, all I have told you is being actu- ally proved.” He looked at her face, which flower- ed beneath the grotesque and shining cap of metal. For a moment or two the signif cance of his words did not penetrate to her mind. Then she realized them. Lady Poole and the scientist saw the rapt expression fade away like a lamp that is turned out. Horror flashed out upon it, horror and fear. Her hands went up to her head, she swept off the brilliant helmet and flung it with a crash upon the ground. Then she swayed for a moment and sank into a deep swoon. She had been thinking of Mr. Gerald Rathbone, barrister-at-law, and what her thoughts were, who can say? CHAPTER IV. ba The Second Lover Arrives. On the evening of the day in which she had fainted in Sir William Gouldesbrough’s study Marjorie Poole sat alone in the drawing room of her mother’s house in Curzon ‘street. It was a large, handsome place, fur- nished in the Empire style, with mir- rors framed in delicate white arabesques, with much gilding woven into the pattern. The carpet was a great purple expanse, covered with laurel wreaths of a darker purple. There was but little furniture in the big, beautiful place, but it was all airy, fantastic, and perfect of its kind. There was a general air of repose, of size, and comely proportion in this de- lightful room. Here an old French clock clicked merrily, there were two or three inlaid cabinets; and upon the walls were a few copies of some of Watteau’s delightful scenes in the old courtly gardens of Versailles. Marjorie wore a long tea-gown, and she was sitting quite alone in the bril- liantly-lit room, with a book in her hand. The book was in her hand in- deed, but she was not reading it. Her eyes were fixed upon the opposite wall, though they saw nothing there. Her thoughts were busy and her face was pale. , She had recovered from her swoon during the afternoon in a minute or two, and had found her mother fussing round her, and her lover skilful in do- ing all that was necessary. A short time afterward she had driven home ~with Lady Poole. What she had heard, the very strain of hearing and being so intensely in- terested in it, had taken her strength away. Then had come the words when Sir William told her that the very thoughts she was thinking at that mo- ment ‘were being, in some mysterious way, recorded and known. And she knew that she had been thinking of another man—thinking of him as an engaged girl should never think. But as she had returned to con- sciousness Sir William had told her Kindly and simply that.if she had feared her thoughts, whatever they might be, were known to him, she need fear no longer. “There was no one,” he said, “observing any record of vi- brations from her dear mind. Do you think that I should have allowed that, Marjorie? How could you think it of me?” She had driven home relieved, but very weary, and feeling how complex life was, how ge recap the mistakes one made from impyplse or lack of judgment really were. Ambition! Yes, it was that that had brought her to where she was now. Her heart had never been touched by any one. She never thought herself capable of a great love for a man. From all her suitors she had chosen the one who most satisfied her intel- lectual aspirations, who seemed to her the only one who could give her the highest place, and not only in the meaningless ranks of society, but in and among those who are the elect and the real leaders of the world. ing because Gerald Rathbone was com- ing to the house. A letter from him had arrived just before dinner, She had expected it by an earlier post, the post by which all his letters ubually came, and she had been impatient at its non-arrival. But it had come at last, and she was sit- ting in the drawing room waiting for, him now. He was on intimate terms with that house, and came and went almost as he would, old Lady Poole liking to have young people round her, and feel- ing that, now Marjorie’s future was satisfactorily settled, there was no need to bar her doors to people she was fond of, but who, before the en- gagement, she would have regarded as dangerous. Even as Marjorie was thinking of him the butler showed Gerald Rath- bone into the room. Marjorie got up and flushed a little as she saw him. “Mother’s very tired,” she said; “she’s not well to-night, and so she’s gone to bed. Perhaps you’d rather not stay ” He sat down, after shaking hands, without an answer in words. He looked at her, and that was his an- swer. He was a tall young man, as tall as Sir William, but more largely built, with the form and figure not of the student, but rather of the athlete. His face was clean-shaved, frank, open, and boyishly good looking. But a pair of heavy eyebrows hung over eyes that were alert and bright, rob- bing the upper part of his face of a too-juvenile suggestion. His head was covered with yellow curls, and he had the walk and ‘movement of perfect health and great physical power that had once led a dyspeptic friend at the Oxford and Cambridge club to remark of him: “Rathbone is the sort of fel- low who always suggests that he could eat all the elephants of India and pick his teeth with the spire of Strasburg cathedral afterwards.” There was force about hirh, the force of clean, happy youth, health, and a good brain. It was not the con- centrated force and power of Sir Will- iam, but it was fgrce nevertheless. And as he came into the room Mar- jorie felt her whole heart go out to him, leaping towards him in his young and manly beauty. She knew that here indeed was the one man that would satisfy her life for ever and a day. He was not famous, he was clever \.ithout having a great intel- lect, but’ for ‘some reason or other he was the man for her. She knew it, and she feared that he was beginning to know that she knew it. He was sitting in the chair, when he turned and looked her straight in the face. “T have come to-night,” he said, “to say something. very serious—very serious indeed. I am glad Lady Poole isn’t here, just fer to-night, Marjorie.” ‘T’'ve told you you oughtn’t to say Marj rie,” she satd. , “Well,” he answered, “You've call- ed me Gerald for a long time now, and one good turn deserves another.” He smiled, showing a perfect and even row of teeth, a smi.e so simply hearty and spontaneous that once more that furiously-beating heart of hers seemed striving to burst its pnys- ical bonds and leap to him. : Then he passed his hand through his hair and his fate immediately be- came full of perplexity and doubt. (To Be Continued.) Dinner Guests Must Be on Time. Closely parallel to the fag end of the Euston road, and visible from it at various turnings, is a street which belongs to few men’s London. It is a dingy, granite paved, populous street of no attraction, the sort of street in which you might expect to see on a fine day a dancing bear. Yet this street has known better times and eager guests. In the house he knew as No. 43, now obliterated by a big new warehouse, Dr. William Kitchener entertained his fellow wits and gourmets. He had ample means to ride his three thobbies—optics, cookery and music.| His dinners were often elaborate experiments in cookery and the guests had to recognize this fact. Five minutes past 5 was the min- ute, and if a guest came late the jani- tor had irrevocable orders not to admit him, for it was held by. the mythical “Committee of Taste,” of whom Kitch- ener was “secretary,” that the perfec- tion of some of the dishes was often so evanescent that “the delay of one minute after their arrival at the meri- dian of concoction will render them no longer worthy of men of taste.” A Floating Distillery. A resourceful distiller was the Con- naught man who prepared his mash— as he might legally do—on shore, placed it on board a hooker fitted up as a distillery, and then sailed out on the pathless Atlantic while the whis- key making was in progress. Then he landed with the liquor. After a long hunt a force of police fn curraghs, or canvas canoes, at length laid the marine distiller aboard and called upon him to surrender. |. The answer was a shout of defiance and a brandishing of oars which the crew of potheen makers threatened]. to run through the frail skins of the curraghs, Only when the police officer declared that he would not hesitate to shoot did the outlaws surrender at discretion. A Hard Proposition. “Where do you intend to spend your vacation?” e “T don’t know yet. T’ve been think ing of going South, but I am informed that few of the houses down thang are’ annet with matter: -SCALY ERUPTION ON BODY. Doctors and Remedies Fruitless—Suf- fered 10 Years— Completely Cured by Cuticura. my lower limbs and shortly afterwards they became so sore that I could searcely walk. The sores began to heal, peared. The itching was so severe blood began to flow. After F suffered thus about ten years I made a renewed effort to effect a cure. The eruptions by this time had appeared on every part of my body except my face and hands. The best doctor in my native county and many remedies gave no relief. All this was fruitless. Finally my hair began to fall out and I was rapidly becoming bald. A few months after, having used almost everything else, I thought I would try Cuticura Ointment and Cuticura Soap. cured, and my hair was restored, after fourteen years of suffering and an ex- penditure of at least $50 or $60 in vain- ly endeavoring to find a cure. B. Hiram Mattingly, Vermillion, S. Dak., Aug. 18, 1906.” Preparatory. Sapleigh—I’m learning to play the— aw—harp, doncher know. Miss Constique—Indeed! Has your physician given up all hopes? WE PAY TOP PRICES FOR CREAM. Cash every day. Write for prices and tags MILLER & HOLMES, St. Paul, Minn. She Had Nearly Warmed It. 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