Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, November 2, 1907, Page 6

ee eee ADVICE. TO ° VICTIMS —— TELLS READERS HOW TO CURE RHEUMATISM AT HOME, °° Directions to Mix a Simple Prepara. tion and the Dose to Take—Over- comes Kidney and Bladder Trouble Promptly. There issomuch Rheumatism every: where that the following advice by an eminent authority, who writes for read. ers of a large Eastern daily paper, will be highly appreciated by those whc suffer: Get from any good pharmacy one. half ounce Fluid Extract Dandelion, one ounce Compound Kargon,: three ounces of Compound Syrup Sarsapa rilla. Shake these well in a bottle and take in teaspoonful doses after each mealand at bedtime; also drink plenty of gcod water. It is claimed that there are few vic tims of this dread and torturous dis- ease who will fail to find ready relief in this simple home-made.mixture, and in most cases a permanent cure is the result, This simple recipe is said to strength- en and cleanse the eliminative tissues of the Kidneys so that they can filter and strain from the blood and system the poisons, acids and waste matter, h cause not only Rheumatism, but merous other diseases. Every man or woman here who feels that their kidneys are not healthy and active, or who suffers from any urinary trouble whatever, should not hesitate to make up this mixture, as it is certain to do much good, and may save you from much misery and suffering after while, Ingratitude. “Women,” remarked man with the sorry look, sions and snares.” “So?” queried the innocent bystand-’ er the young “are delu-| “Yes, verily,” rejoined the y. m. “Not many moons ago I cut out cigars and lived on free lunch two weeks in order to blow myself on an opera and a supper for a young woman. After per I asked her to marry me, and it kind of an answer do you sup- pose she handed me?” e it up,” rejoined the i, b. re said she was very sorry,” con- d the y. m., “nut I was entirely avagant to make a. good hus- .’’—Chicaga Ars. 1907 A RED LETTER YEAR. Right to Vote Won by Women in Four Countries of Europe. Women all over the world are be- ; to look upon 1907 as a red let- ur for their sex. Their first no- step ahead this year was the eranting of parliamentary suffrage td ter y table the women of Norway. Then Swedish women were made eligible for muni- cipal office; next came the granting to the women of Denmark of the right to vote for and serve as members of boards of public charities, and now the British parliament has just passed the bill making women eligible as town and county councillors and alder- men. In 1888 when the county councils were instituted in England it was thought that women were eligible, and three—Lady Margaret Sandhurst, Miss Jane Cobden and Miss Cons—were elected by the voters of London. Beresford Hope, who had been de feated by Lady Sandhurst, contested the election on the ground that women were not eligible. The litigation was prolonged and meanwhile the women were allowed to serve. One of the duties assigned to Lady Sandhurst was the supervision of twenty-three in- fant asylums. When Mr. Hope finally seded in ousting her one of the leading London dailies sarcastically remarked: “It is to be hoped that the gentle- man will find himself equal to mother- {ng all those babies.” TAKE THEM OUT Feed Them Food They Can Study On, When a student begiris to break down from.lack of the right kind of food, there are only two things to do; either take him out of school or feed him properly on food that will rebuild the brain and nerve cells. That food is Grape-Nuts. . A boy writes from Jamestown, N. Y., saying: “A short time ago I got into a bad condition from overstudy, but Mother having heard about Grape- Nuts food began to feed me on it. It satisfied my hunger better than any other food, and the results were mar4 velous. I got fleshy like a good fel- low. My usual morning headaches disappeared, and I found I could study for a long period without feeling the effects of it. “My face was pale and thin, but is now round and has considerable color. After I had been using Grape-Nuts for about two months I felt like a new boy altogether. I have gained greatly in strength as well as flesh, and it is a pleasure to study now that I am not bothered with my head. ‘I passed all of my examinations with a reason- ably good percentage, extra good in some of them, and it is Grape-Nuts that has saved me from a year’s delay in entering college. “Father and mother have both been improved by the use of Grape-Nuts. Mother was troubled with sleepless nights and got very thin, and looked care worn. She has gained her nor- mal strength and looks, and sleeps well nights.” “There’s a Reason.” Read “The Road to ‘Wellville” in kgs. E Or |But nowadays we all know so much |supernatural superstitious. Like many CHAPTER XVI.—(Continued:) Megbie put the box down on the table, and sank into a huge leather arm-chair with a sigh of relief and pleasure. It was good to be back in his own place ‘again, the curtains drawn, the lamps glowing, the world shut out. He was.happier here than anywhere else, after all! It was here in: thig beautiful room, with its books and pictures, its cultured comfort, that the real events of his life took place, those splendid hours of solitude when he set down the vivid experi- ences of his crowded life with all the skill and power God had given him and he himself had cultivated so man- fully and well. Now for it! Tired as his mind was, there lay a time of deep thinking be- fore it. There was the article for to- morrow to group and arrange. It was probably the most important piece of work he had ever been called upon to do, It would startle the world, and it behooved him te put forth all his en- ergies. Yet there was something else. He must consider the problem of the cigarette case first. It was immedi- ate and disturbing. How had this thing come into Sir William’s possession? What com- munication had’ Gouldesbrough had with Gerald Rathbone? That they were rivals for the hand of Miss Poole, Megbie knew quite well. Every one knew it. It was most unlikely that the two men could have been friends or even acquaintances. Indeed, Meg- bie was almost certain that Rathbone did not know Sir William. Was that little, shining silver toy on the table a message from the past? Or was it rather instinct with a pres- ent meaning? He took it up again and looked at it curiously. Immediately that he did so the sense of agitation and unrest returned to him with tremendous force. Megbie was not a superstitious man. more about the nonmaterial things of life that only the most ignorant people call a man with with a belief in the another highly educated man of our time, Megbie knew that there are strange and little-understood forces, | ali round us. When our ex-prime min- ister is a keen investigator into psychic; when the prifcipal of Birm- ingham university, a leading scientist, writes constantly in dispute of the mere material aspect of life, the cul- tured world follows suit. Megbie held the cigarette case in his hand; all the electric lights | burned steadily. The door was closed and there was not a sound in the flat. Then, with absolute suddenness, Megbie saw that a man was standing in front of him, at the other side of the fireplace, not three yards away. He was a tall man,.clean shaven, with light, close-cropped hair, «ad a rather large face. The eyes were light blue in color, and. surrounded by minute puckers and wrinkles. The nose was aquiline, the mouth clean-cut and) rather full, The man was dressed in a dark blue overcoat, and the collar and cuffs of the coat were heavily | trimmed with astrachan fur. The} room was absolutely still. Something like a gray mist or cur-! tain descended over Megbie’s eyes. It rolled up like a curtain and megbie saw the man with absolute clearness and certainty. He could almost have put out his hand and touched him. Measured by the mere material stand- ard of time, these events did not take more than a second, perhaps only a part of a second. Then the writer be- came aware that the room was filled | with sound—sudden, loud and menac- ing. It was a sound as of sudden drums at midnight, such a sound as the gay dancers in Brussels heard on the eve of Waterloo, when the assem- byl sounded in the great square and the whole city awoke. In another moment Megbie knew what the sound in his ears really was; | his own heart and pulses were racing | and beating like the sudden rolling of drums. In a flash he recognized the face and form of his visitor—this out- ward form and semblance of a man which had sprung up and grown con- crete in the night! The phantom— if, indeed, it was a phantom—wore the dress and aspéct of Eustace! Charliewood, the well known man- about-town, who had killed himself at Brighton a short time before! Megbie had never ‘spoken to Charlie- wood—so far as he could remember— bue he knew him perfectly well by sight, as every one in the West end of London had known him, and he was a member of one of the clubs to which the dead man had belonged. The Thing that stood there, the Thing or Person which had sprung out of the air, wore the earthly sem- blance of Eustace Charliewood. Megbie shouted out aloud. ‘A great cry burst from his lips, a cry of surprise and fear—a challenge The Strange Disappearance of Gerald Rathbone. By GUY THORNE. of that almost dreadful curiosity that men experience now and then when they are in the presence of the inex- plicable, the terrible, and the un- known. Then Megbie saw that the face of the apparition was horribly contorted. .| tweed, with leather collar andi cuffs, The mouth was opening and shutting rapidly in an agony of appeal. It seemed as though a torrent of words must be pouring from it, though there was not a sound of human speech in the large, warm room. Great tears rolled down the large, pale cheeks; the brow ‘was wrinkled with pain. The hands gesticulated and pointed, flickering rapidly hither and thither without sound; and con; tinually, over and- over. again, the hands pointed to the gleaming silver ease for cigarettes which Donald Meg- bie clasped tightly in his right hand. The'silent, agitated Thing, so close —oh, so close!—was trying to tell Donald something. It was trying to say something about the cigarette case; it was try- ing to tell Megbie something about Gerald Rathbone. And what? What was this fearful message that the agonized Thing was so eager and so horribly impotent to deliver? Megbie’s voice came to him. It sounded thin and muffled, just like the voice of a mechanical toy. “What is it? What is it? What are you trying to say to me about poor Gerald Rathbone?” And then, as if it had seen that Megbie was trying to speak to it, but it could not hear his words, the figure of Eustace Charliewood wrung its hands with a gesture which was in- expressibly dreadful, unutterably pain- ful to see. ei Megbie started up. He stepped forward. “Oh, don’t! don’t!” he said. As he spoke he dropped the cigarette case, which up to the present he had clutched in’a hot, feverish hand. It fell with a clatter against the fender— that, at any rate, was a real noise! In a moment the mopping, mowing, weeping phantom was gone. The room was exactly as it had been before— still, warm, brilliantly lit. And Don- ald Megbie stood upon the hearthrug ‘dazed and motionless, while a huge and icy hand seemed to creep round his heart and clutch it with lean cold fingers. Donald Megbie stood perfectly mo- tionless for nearly a minute. Then he knelt down and prayed fervently for help and guidance. At moments such as this men pray. Much comforted and refreshed, he rose from his knees and went to one of the windows that looked out over the Thames. He pull- | ed aside the heavy green curtain and saw that a.clear, colorless light imme- | ; diately began to flow and flood into the room. It was not yet dawn, but that mysterious hour which immedi- ately presages the dawn had come. The river was like a livid streak of pewter; the leafless plane-trees of the embankment ‘seemed like delicate tracery of iron in the ‘faint half-light. London was still sleeping. The writer felt very calm and quiet as he turned away from the window and moved toward his bedroom, The fire was nearly dead, but he saw the silver cigarette case upon the rug and picked it up. with the case under his pillow, and this was what he dreamed. He saw Gerald Rathbone in a posi- tion of extreme peril and danger. The circumstances were not defined; what the actual peril might be was not revealed. But Megbie knew that Rathbone was communicating with his brain while he slept. Rathbone was living somewhere. He was cap- tive in the hands of enemies, he was trying to “get through” to the brain of some one who could help him. The journalist slept only a few short hours. He rose refreshed in body and with an unalterable convic- tion in his mind. The events of the last night were real. No chance or il- | lusion had seat the vision and dream, and the innocent-looking cigarette case that lay upon the table, and which had come into his hands so strangely, was the pivot upon which strange events had turned, The little silver thing was surround- ed by as black and impenetrable a mystery as ever a man had trodden into unawares. And in the broad daylight, when all that was fantastic and unreal was banished from thought, Megbie knew quite.well toward whom his thoughts tended, on what remarkable and in- scrutinable personality his dreadful suspicions had begun to focus them- selves. He*sat down and wrote his article till lunch time. It was the best thing he had ever done, he felt, as he gathered the loose sheets to- gether and thrust a paper clip through the corners. He rose, and was about to ring for his man—who had returned at breakfast time—when the door opened and the man himself came in. “Miss Marjorie Poole would like to see you, sir, if you are disengaged,” he said. Donald Megbie’s face grew white with surprise. Once more he felt the mysterious quickénings of the night before. “Ask Miss Poole to come in,” he said. ; ae CHAPTER XVII. “1 Beg You, | Implore You, to Walt!” The valet showed Marjorie Poole into: Doncia iia actdys ‘She wore He went to bed | | | ! 5 ' other very well, simple sailor hat. an Megbie, who had never met Miss- Poole in the country, but, only knew her in London and during the season, had never seen her dressed like this before. He had always admired her beauty, thé admirable poise of her manner, the evidences of intellectuali- , ty she gave. At the moment of her entry the journalist thought her more | beautiful than ever, dressed as if for wovert-side or purple-painted moor. And his quick brain realized in a mo- ment that she was dressed thus in an unconscious attempt to escape obser- vation, to be incognitio, as it were. But why had she come to see him? She was in trouble, her face showed that—it was extraordinary, altogether unprecedented. Megbie showed nothing of the thoughts which were animating him, either in his face or manner. He shook hands as if he had just met Miss Poole in Bond street. “Do sit down,” he said; “I think you'll find that chair a comfortable one.” Marjorie sat down. “Of course, Mr. Megbie,” she said, “you will think it very strange that I should come here alone. think it stranger still. AndI don’t want any one to know that I have been here. I shall tell mother, of course, when I get back.” Megbie bowed and said nothing. It was the most tactful thing to do. “T feel you will not understand my motives,” the girl went on, “when I explain myself. In certain cases, and among. certain persons, conventions are bourgeois. We don’t know each Mr. Megbie, though we have occasionally had some inter- esting talks together. But in a sense I know you beiter than you know me. You see, I have read your books and other writings. In common with the rest.of the world-I can gathtr some- thing of your temper of mind and of your outlook upon life.” Megbie once more inclined his head. He wondered furiously what all this might mean. At the moment he was absolutely in the dark. He stretched out his hand toward a tin of cigarettes that stood on a bracket by the ‘side of the fireplace, and then withdrew it -suddenly, remem- bering who was present. “Oh, do smoke,” she said, instantly interpreting the movement. “Now let me tell you exactly why I am here, why I had to come here. Of all the men I know you are the most likely to understand. You have made a study of psychical affairs, of what the man in the street calls know about dreams.” At that Megbie started forward, every muscle in his body becoming rigid and tense, his hands griping the knobs of his chair arms. “Of course!” he said, in a voice which rippled with excitement. “Go on, please.-. I. might have known. Your coming here this morning is all part of the wonderful and uncanny experiences I had last night. You've come about Gerald Rathbone!” It was the girl’s turn to start. Fear came creeping into eyes which were not wont to show fear; the proud niouth gréw tremulous. Marjorie stretched out her hands— little hands in tan-colored gloves. “Ah!” she cried, in a voice that had become shrill and full of pain. Then it is true! Things have happened to you, too! Mr. Megbie, you and I have become: entangled in some dark and dreadful thing. I dare not think what it may be. But Gerald is not dead.” Megbie answered her in the same words. “No,” he said, “Gerald Rathbone is not dead.” His voice had sunk sev- eral tones. It tolled like a bell. “Miss Poole,” he went on, tell me at once what happened to you last night.” (To Be Continued.) Philadelphia Philosophy. The trouble with one-sided people is that they seldom look on the bright side. Many a philanthropist gives to chari- ty and takes it off his wife’s allowance. The fool at icast has the satisfaction of knowing that he has plenty of com- } Dany, Any detective will tell you that a person who is freckled can be easily spotted. No, Maude, dear; we should not ad- vise you to go to a chiropodist for corn on the ear, Food for the Israelites. An Irishman was recently showing a friend an ash-receiver he had bought at a church fair. “An’ phat’s it’s made av, Billy?” ask- ed the other. “Shure, it’s lava, Dan,” said Billy. “An’ phat’s lava, Billy?” “Why, Dan, don’t ye know? It’s phat th’ Lord fed the Israelites on whin they wor forty years in the des- ert.”—Judge. Just as Guod as Ever, Too. An old physician of the last genera- tion was noted for his brusque manner and old-fashioned methods. One time a lady called him to treat her baby who was slightly ailing. The doctor prescribed castor oil. “But, doctor,” protested the young mother, “castor oil is such an old-fash- ioned remedy.” “Madam,” replied the doctor, “babies are old-fashioned things.” Wel] Under Control. -“My wife says I must leave the club at 8 o'clock.” © “But won’t she listen to reason?” “Oh, yes!” ea weet cme will yoxt lenys the club?” aie Tee sien” ne When I tell you why, you will | ‘spooks’—you | “tell me— | ‘VTHE CANADIAN CROPS |=: “THREE-QUARTERS OF THE AVER- AGE YIELD IS REPORTED. THE FARMERS DO NOT LOSE Increased Prices for Grain More Than Compensates Them for the De- crease in Quantity—Reports from Crop Experts. * Most of the states of the union felt the. unusually severe winter of 1906-7, and the effects of the succeeding late spring were everywhere apparent. Corn was planted two and sometimes three times, the winter wheat suffered and generally there was a nervous feeling as the retarded growth was in evidence. From the Dakotas to Texas the feeling of. dread existed, and the fears were entertained that the crop of corn, wheat, oats and barley would be a distinct failure. How far this was the case is best*left to those who passed through the experience. Natur- ally the same conditions were preva- lent throughout the province of Mani- toba, Saskatchewan and Alberta, in western Canada, and with from 250,- 000 to 300,000 farmers there from the United States a large degree of inter- est was manifest in almost every state of the union, for every state has some yesterday at $111% per bushel, |.Fort Willigm: delivery. The tost of freight and handling for wheat strikes an aver- age of, llc: per bushel for the whole west. This means that-the average.price to the farmer for contract wheat all over the prairie country is exactly $1 per bushel. The farmers have been looking for the day when dollar wheat would rule and they have it now. Some old wheat is stilt coming forward from the elevators and a little of last year’s crop remains in the hands of the farmers. This nearly ah grades up to thé contract, and it means a great gain for those who held it. The new wheat is still grading very high, when one considers the conditions under which it was produced. Out of 459 cars, 328 in two days contained wheat which would answer for delivery on contracts. In other words over 300,000 bushels of wheat which would bring the farmers an average of about $1 per bushel, reached Winnipeg in two days. The significance of $300,000 worth of wheat being passed by the inspectors in two days at the close of an admittedly unfavorable season should not be allowed to sink out of sight at a time when returns from asri- cultural activity in the west are being anxiously awaited. These figures ‘do not take account of the lower grades, of which there were 131 cars. More than one- third of these contained milling wheat, which would remunerate the farmer at the rate of 93c per. bushel on the basis of to-day’s closing figures. The balance consisted of low grade stuff which would vary greatly in quality rape would show great “spreads” in “The approxima’ days’ receipts of wheat, how would be more than $400,000 calculati he ca- pacity of a car at 1,000 bushels and elim- inating the cost of freight and handling. As many of the modern cars contain more than 1,000 bushels and as the freight rate to Fort William is less than lie f the two per cwt. on most of the wheat which is now coming forward, the estimate of $400,000 is low. The circulation of $200,- 000 per day among the farmers will not continue for the whole year, of course, but that figure is likely to be exceeded The proceeds of this field of wheat, grown in western Canada, were sufficient to pay out of the one crop the price of every acre of land upon which it was grown. representative there. This interest was a nérvous one and caused consid- erable indecision on the part of friends and others ifitendtng to follow. Those interested in injuring the country, cir- culated stories of ruin and disaster, but the effect was lost, as it had been long enough in the limelight to prove its high standing amongst the agri- cultural sections of the continent. The heavy strain placed upon it was not too great; it has shown that the faith placed ia it has been warranted, and it is this year producing undoubted ev- idence that in agricultural possibili- ties and resources it stands among the first of food producers. A late spring delayed seeding from the usual early April period until late in May, and in many cases well on into June. And with what result? It is a little early to tell the result, but that there will be a three-quarter crop is-almost ab- solutely certain. The yield of wheat in 1906 was 95,000,000 bushels; 1907 it will be between 70,000,000 and 80,000,- The above is the reproduction of a photegraph of the home of a recent settler from Germany, who has been settled in Saskatchewan, western Can- ada, for two years. 000. It could not be expected that June-sown grain would mature and ripen in any country. The May sown ripened, and this is the feature that has proved western Canada’s superi- ority as a grain-growing country. It demonstrates that the length of sun- shine is so great that the growing and ripening season, although shorter in number of days than in parts farther south, in hours is as great or greater. A correspondent of the Toronto Globe, a most careful purveyor of news, writing from Winnepeg, Manitoba, says “Excellent progress in the process of converting the crop into marketable com- modity has been made, The days have been fairly warm considering the sea- son of the year and while the amount of sunshine per day is less than in an ordi- nary harvest the grain has matured well. The reports from far and near show that the aggregate yield for the whole grain- growing country is likely to be large, and there are those who assert that the quantity will be equal to about 75 per cent. of that secured last season. The quality will be the important considera- tion especially in view of the steadily ris- ing markets. Cash wheat in Winnipeg SRE before the present rush of wheat to the market abates. The conversion of the crop into money may be said to be pro- ceeding in a most satisfactory way and there is no doubt that millions of dollars will have gone into the pockets of the farmers by the time navigation on the lakes closes. Even then only a small proportion of the wheat will have come out. Experience has shown that the rail- ways do not carry very much of the wheat to the Lake Superior ports befor the freeze-up comes, and the propor- tion will probably be smaller than usual this year on account of the lateness of the thrashing season. “On the whole the prospect is a most cheerful one, the likelihood being that the satisfactory returns for the past few days will be greatly exceeded in the com- ing six or seven weeks. The fact that wheat of any kind is bound to bring a re- munerative price this season is the com- forting feature of the situation and there is no occasion for concern over the pos- sibility of the general quality of the grain being below that of previous years. The high standard of the wheat raised in the west in 1905-1906 was undoubtedly a great advertisement for the country and it would have been well if that ex- cellent recerd could have been continued, but it is not reasonable to expect that 90 per cent. of the wheat will be of contract grade every year as it was in the years mentioned. If 7 per cent. or even 50 per cent. of this season’s yield be up to the contract standard there will be from for congratulation. The west will reap a large return of its: investment of money, time and labor this year as it did in any preceding season, and by so do- ing it will have done its whole duty to those who have placed faith in its fertil- ity and resourcefulness, The breathing spell if it comes will enable the transpor- tation companies and other elements in the trade of the country to catch up with some of their obligations and the im- provements effected by that means will more than offset.any inconvenience which will result from a relatively smaller production. The general commercial out- look is bright enouglr and only depressing factors are due to the position of a few communities widely separated in which there is a small return from the crop. “It is true the season has not been so favorable as other seasons but this condition is widespread. The corn crop in the states of the union, where it is the premier crop of the farmers is sub- ject to frost. Frost has undoubtedly mate- rially reduced the total yield in places this year, but after every allowance has been made for this and other causes the fact remains that the total grain in Al- berta will be the largest in history. while in the other provinces the yield will not fall far short of other years. “The following extract from the Ed- monton Bulletin fairly describes the situ- ation in Northern Alberta and Saskatche- wan: “Cutting is practically completed, stack- ing is in progress in some places, thresh- ing wid commence-at once. A few late fields which were sown for ‘green feed are being cut. this week. The grain is all in stock and everywhere the glow of au- tumn mingles with the ’glow of harvest. A great number of the oat fields show the typical yellow of well ripened grain. The majority, however, are too pale a yel- low to indicate full development and per- feet ripening. Some late oats will be fed in the straw which is held by good cattle feeders to be the best way to feed oats. In no year in the history of the spring wheat industry has there been a better growth and production of plant and if the crop of 197 had been favored with more propitious condition during Septem- ber all previous records of wheat produc- tion in this country would have been eclipsed. On the farm known as the Mac- leod farm 4% miles northeast of the city on the Fort Saskatchewan trail, samples of Red Fyfe were taken that were uni- formly plump and hard and of excellent color. This field should run 25 bushels to the acre. + DEFECTIVE PAGE oes a