TW, een ena) JST ered to aT. ok not- 1COTpor- rmation om the 'S were districts vith the ompany lave on nerger,” Wilson, News- eau of Ss are looking ve have )se ma- used in 'e have talk to 1 juries > have peniten- TRIP for the rogram, e there lay, and gton di- ba. v of the will ac- hen he >anama, all the he trip cosevelt » battle- bay. i‘ ON and for Union. amation warning in the go to nmunity en. tgrowth ominent one of severely ‘om his n‘*a ne- to the in pro- > ‘ced to ese Km- shipman class at napolis, gnation, igaki is the ITm- red the Septem - 4 d. ew and cllefield, ith sol- s of the i ec Dele- ber of various building ifices in AS r, with d, sank es were 10 has lwaukee 5 wreck- Stens- mn Com- 00. . Limit railroad injured mployed ortation ) public e today mas H. y vice mpany, 11 was Wickes” ng’ Phil- r, voted 50 per recom- he new repared d ware- ), to be k yards he First nN, Pa, for a bezzling 1 short- YED 1 Ruins arrived , Costa one of Nicara- all the destroy- aragua, ner re- ‘e when — - - oe Ta The Farmer's Wife Is very careful about her churn. She scalds it theroughly after using, and gives ft a sun bath to sweeten it. She knows that if her churn is sour it will taint the butter that is made in it. The stomach is a churn. In the stomach and digestive and nutritive tracts are performed pro- cesses which are almost exactly like the churning of butter. Is it not apparent thén that if this stomach-churn is foul it makes foul all which is put into it? The evil of a foul stomach is not alone the bad taste in the mouth and the foul breath caused by it, but the corruption of the pure current of blood and the dissem- ination of disease throughout the body. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery makes the sour and foul stomach sweet. It does for the stomach what the washing and sun bath do for the churn—absolutely removes every tainting or corrupting ele- ment. In this way it cures blotches, pimples, eruptions, scrofulous swellings, sores, or open eating ulcers and all humors or diseases arising from bad blood. If you have bitter, nasty, foul taste in your mouth, coated tongue, foul breath, are weak ang casily tired, feel depressed and despondent, have frequent headaches, dizzy attacks, gnawing or distress in stom- ach, constipated or irregular bowels, sour or bitter risings after eating and poor appetite, these symptoms, or any consider- able number of them, indicate that you are suffering from bilionsness, torpid or lazy liver with the usual accompanying indi- Jestion, or dyspepsia and their attendant Sfangsmonts. ot 1) = ADS true will be ity proven to your satisfaction i ou will but mail a postal card request . R. V, Pierce, Buffalo, N. ¥., for a 7 > Eo of his booklet of extracts from he standard medical authorities, giving the names of all the ingredients entering into his world-famed medicines and show- ing what the most eminent medical men of the age say of them. Oldest Row’ —— The near completion of the Penn- sylvania tunnel reminds the American Israelite of the oldest known tunnel in the world, that of Siloah, near Jerusalem. It was used as an aque- ‘duct. The famous inscription, dis- covered a few years ago, celebrates the first meeting of the diggers from both sides. Newspapers did not ap- pear in those days, and so the event cannot be exactly dated, but it most probably took place under King Heze- kiah, about 700 B. C., and is an in- teresting testimony of the high state of civilization among the Jews at a time when Europe was inhabited by savages. TERRIBLE ITCHING SCALP Eczema Broke Out Also on Hands and Limbs—An Old Soldier Declares: “Cuticura is a Blessing.’’ “At zll times and to all people I am willing to testify to the merits of Cuti- cura. It saved me from worse than the torture of hades, about the year 1900, with itching on my scalp and temples, and af- terwards it-commenced to break out on my hands. Then it broke out on my limbs. I then went to a surgeon, whose treat- ment did me no good, but rather aggra- vated the disease. 1 then told him I would go and see a physician in Krie. The reply .was that I could go anywhere, but a case of eczema like mine could not be cured; that I was too old (80). 1 went to an eminent doctor in the city of Erie and treated with him for six months, with like results. I had read of the Cuticura Remedies, and so I sent for the Cuticura Soap, Ointment and Resolvent, and con- tinued taking the Resolvent until I had teken six bottles, stopping it to take the Pills. 1 was now getting better. 1 took- two baths a day, and at night 1 let the lather of the Soap dry on. I used the Ointment with great effect after washing in warm water, to stop the itching at once. I am now cured. The Cuticura treatment is a blessing, and should be used by every one who has itching of the ekin. I can’t say any more, and thank God that He has given the world such a curative. Wm. H. Gray, 3303 Mt. Vernon 8t., Philadelphia, Pa., August 2, 1905.” Hunting Votes. The Muscotah (Kan.) “Record” tells of some of the amusing features of the chasing of rural voters. ‘‘The other day,” says the ‘“Record,” “War- ren Guthrie, Republichn candidate for county attorney, was returning from a sale in the country and no- ticed what he took for a voter at work in a field. ‘‘I may need him,” remarked Guthrie, as he climbed out, hitched his horse and started across the newly ploughed ground to ask him for his vote. In getting through the fence Guthrie tore his trousers, afterward sank knee deep in mud and water in crossing a draw, and when he reached the man he discovered that the ‘farmer’ was only 16 years old.” Advantages of the South. d There is no day in the year in which some crop cannot be grown in some one of the fourteen Southern States or in which stress of heat or cold may compel a suspension of manufacturing. In no part of the Bouth are the winters so severe as to limit for days at a time anyekind of work upon buildings and in most of it there need be, on account of weather, no interruption of work into which reinforced concrete enters.— Manufacturers’ Record. HAD TO USE A CANE. Weakened Kidneys Made an Elwood, Ind., Man's Back Give Out. R. A. Pugh, transfer business, 2020 North B Street, Elwood, Ind., says: “Kidney trouble laid me up for a long time, and when I was able to be up I had to use a cane. I had terrible back- aches and pain in the shoulders. The kid- ney secretions were dark colored. After doctoring in vain 1 began using Doan’s Kidney Pills. Three boxes cured me entirely, and 1 am glad to recommend them.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. LAND OF GREAT DISTANCES. THE VASTNESS OF SOUTH AF- RICA APPALS THE TRAVELER. Civilization Looks Out of Place as the Train Crosses thet Veldt—Beautiful Mornings and Sunsets and Days of Quiet, but Noisy Righter Change- less Land. It is fashionable to allude to a ralil- way journey in South Africa in tomes of thinly veiled scorn and contempt, to condemn it as tiresome, complain of it as uninteresting, says a writer in the Pall Mall Gazette. There is space—almost. undreamed of space. And that is all. Through the East the traveller lives in the past. He feels, if he has any imagination at all, that for the moment he has become part of an ancient civilization which still survives the train and the telegraph; he moves through cities with a story in every stone; each mile brings new pictures of the might and wealth which fill the most enchanting pages in the book of history. In America you cross a land of the future. The cities are marvels of in- Africa you seem to live always in the country there is an echo of the hum of restless enterprise, the. murmur of a people confident they are hurrying on to realize a great destiny. But across the great plateau of So. Africa you sem to live alwavs in the present. It becomes a dominating idea. You cannot picture a past save like the present, or imagine a future differing from today. The veldt is, and it looks as if it will always be as it is. The slender thread of steel which crosses its illimitable space, the little towns set down at such great distances from one another, play no part in the scene. They are there, it is true; but they look fortuitous, out of place. Trains clang across the Karoo, and pant up the hillsides from Natal; but the veldt ignores them. It does not adapt itself to them. The slow moving ox wagon alone fits in the picture; the mail train, with its searchlight piercing the darkness and peace of the night, is, and always will be, a thing apart. It always seems to me that there is something curious, almost uncanny, about the great spaces of southern Africa—something you do not find in other great lands. The haste of modern life clashes with the spirit of the veldt. There is a silent protest against the intruder. The country calls disease and drought to its aid to prevent its GJreedom being shackled by the bonds® of civilization and the handcuffs of progress. The space destroys speed. As you hurry northward or eastward from London in a mile a minute express the close set villages fly past, in- creasing the impression of haste; but let the same engine pull the train northward from the Cape into the heart of Africa and its speed will seem to slacken. Steam cannot eat up the distances of such a continent, and there are no contrasts, no near land- marks, by which to measure the on- ward rush. Yet such a journey, monotonous as it is, brings scenes which give it a fascination of its own. No one can paint in words or on canvas the beauty of a South African morning just after sunrise. Your carriage stands still at some wayside station, with its soli- tary one story house and inevitable dwarfed tree. Away, as far as. the eye can see, stretches the thin grass- land. The landscape holds, nothing to attract save its space; but the sun- shine is something England never knows, the air is like a draught of champagne, the marvellcus clearness and freshness—which no other land can equal—give new life. No breeze yet swirls the dust across the plain. All the world is still, as though lost in silent worship of the loveliness of the moment. A few sleepy Kaffirs, wrapped close in blankets which display a rainbow of color, gaze with languid eyes at the panting monster. The white man and his ways are familiar today in the heart of the Dark Continent. Yet there are men living who remember the time when the coast tribes believ- ed that white men were a production of the sea, which they traversed in large shells, their food being the tusks of elephants, which they would take trom the beach if laid there for them, placing beads in their stead. which they obtained from the bottom of the sea. History has been made quickly in South Africa. A shrill whistle, and on again into space. All day you clatter forward— a little uncertainly at times. There are mysterious wayside halts in the wil- derness, when you seem to have run out from the world and been side track- ed far from the haunts of men; there are waitings at tiny sidings from which not a habitation is visible, and where the only possible traffic appears to be a wild buck or an occasional stray bullock. The land is empty. The swarms of natives you expected to see are absent; the country looks desert- ed. Space—only space. Now and then there glides into the picture a town with a name known to history, the site of a siege, the field of a bat- tle. The impression it leaves is simply one of insignificance. No or- dinary town could look imposing upon such a plain. All day the train toils inward, grow- ing weary at times as though dis- heartened at the miles which still stretch ahead. A few herds of goats or cattle; a shy figure in the distance, which makes you think of the hs arried Bushmen or the wild Vaal pens: now and then a hive-like kraal away under the shade of some trees. But no in- cident, no break—never was there such monotony.. Yet Fou cannot con- ! jure up a different picture. Even in imagination you cannot transform the veld. It was thus when the first white men pushed forward from the shelter. of the coast settlements into the unknown. It is thus today. It will be thus in a decade—perhaps in a cen- tury. Sunset-is as wonderful as the dawn. The still, cloudless sky darkens rap- idly as the sun sinks below the rim of the plain. A solitary kopje be comes purple, then black, a fitting haunt for some robber chief, the ter-; ror of whose name has desolated the The last glorious glow,’ countryside. which the painter dies away, and a chill breeze sighs through the dry grass. The train puffs wearily on in the blackness of the night; ever forward, with the searchlight before the funnel, like a huge eye sweeping the land to find a human being. In the middle of the night there! happens a curious thing. The country becomes people. There is a grinding stop. A few lights flicker, hoarse voices shout unintelligible there arises a banging and a clatter- ing sufficient to wake the Seven Slegpers. pens—why it knows. It is an South African railway. The livelong day slips by with a silence which almost forces one to shout to break the stillness, but at night these mys- could reproduce, happens—no terious noises arise. Men emergsa from nowhere, and talk loudly of nothing beside the waiting train; figures with hammers beat upon the wheels or hold consultations in sten- torian tones over grease boxes; a poptlar song is roared under the win- dows of sleepers; even a whole troop train of terribly wideawake soldiers has been met on a particularly dark night. But these things never hap- pen in daytime. There are people in this wide land after all; but they | only spring up at night. ) So on through another day—al- ways the same space. At last, as night falls once more, you enter a region of snow white hills, which look ghostly in the moonlight, of queer towers eof iron bars and enormous wheels, as of the torture chamber of a giant's inquisition. Stations slip past more quickly, houses grow more numerous. Finally appears a great city, where electric trams. glide through the streets and a blaze of electric light shows a background of tall buildings. It is the Reef and the Golden City, the magnet which has drawn the railway all these hundreds of miles from the sea. But it is soon forgotten. The vcldt laps the walls of Johannesburg and will remain, af- ter it has gone, to cover the scars made by man. Further on—you lose count of time in a South African train—is a gorge, down which you descend to the low country, the fever stricken land to- ward Delagoa Bay. You have heard of bold hills, of grand scenery; but the winding descent is disappointing. The hills look low, the valley is not deep. The country which stretches away around you is too immense. No picture could look imposing set in such an enormous frame. This is the last, as it is the first, impression of a South African rail- way journey. Space, size, vastness. There are snow-capped mountains, swift running rivers, forest, bush, hill, valley, upland, desert. There is much that is striking, many things that are novel; but the greatest, the most last- ing thing, the impression that remains when the others have become a blur, is the distance. great distances. It fascinates you. Finally, it depresses you. What can man do with such a land; a land which has never changed—which means never to change? We build and scratch in little corners, but we have done nothing which really counts. The space is too great. The veldt is as it was—and always will be. Dickens in Rome. ‘When Charles Dickens arrived in Rome on Jan. 30, 1845, he was pro- foundly disappointed. “It was no more my Rome, degraded and fallen asleep in the sun among a heap of ruins, than Lincoln’s Inn Fields is.” A short time before, while he was straining his eyes across the Campagna a dis- tant ‘view of the town had recalled London. This feeling soon passed away. He thought spring the most delightful season for Italy. He was again in Rome in 1853; saw J. G. Lockhart, ‘fearfully weak and brok- en;” smoked with David Roberts, who was painting that famous picture of Rome now in the Scottish National gallery. The Pantheon he thought nobler than of yore, the other antiqui- ties smaller. It was in San Lorenzo square, Flor- ence that Robert Browning picked up the part manuscript and part printed Roman murder trial of 1698 from which he spun his wonderful “Ring and the Book.” The church of San TLorenzo, in Lucina, off the Corso in Rome, was the scene of Pompilia’s marriage. It was there also that the murdered bodies were laid. for the inspection of “half Rome.” There was a weird fu- neral, attended by Capuchina, when 32 were in this church. While in Kome the Brownings stayed at 28 Via del Tritone.—Chambers’ Journal. After the Third Degree. “Say,” began the chief of deteviives, “you remember that defiant murder suspect who was brought in last night?” “Yes,” replied the prosecuting at torney, “what about him!” “Oh, he autoed.” “Autoed ?” “Yes; he broke down.” Leader. —Clevelang orders, ! What happens—how it hap-. man ! eccentricity of a] This is a land of A LIE OF ANCIENT ROME. A Senator of ancient Rome Quite late one night wae going home, With his hic, haec, ho As he walked around the block And the moon was on the grand old Colosseu Profoundly hea that conscript peer To hail a hansom cheriotesr. With his hie, haec, As he trudged around 25 block, But he Jian’ t have the Roman coin te fee At last he said, “Great Caesar's ghost! Tm either stolen, strayed or lost ith my Jhon haec, iii It is nearly three o'clock And seven moons are shining on the Tiben I've looked too much meseems, since lunch On Scipio's Falernian punch, With my hic, haec, hoc, And this walk around the block Is hard upon a jolly old imbiber.’ At last he walked so far, they say, He passed the noble Appian Way With his hic, haec, hoc— And it gave him such a shock That he almost lost his Latin conjuga- When > "praetorian on his round That rashly roaming Roman found, And he said, ‘“Hac hunc! If ye haven't got no bunk. Come Himar and I'll lock you in the sta- nt Rome So late next day to ancie home, That Senator went me With his hic, haec, hoc, It was four p. m. o'clock, And his caput seemed too large for Polyphemus. . When questioned, “Whither didst thou hie “Alibi! He aor answered, block I have travelled every With my hic, haec, hoc— Of this grand old town of Romulus and Remus!” —T'he Reader. boarders?” rs. “You say she keeps “No. I said ‘she takes boarders. Milwaukee Sentinel. ; The Book Reviewer—The plot of this novel was stolen, sure! The Po- lice Reporter—Ah! A second-story job, evidently! —Puck. “Yes, but I really did see a happy multi-millionaire once.” “What?” “Yes; he had just made another mil- lion.”—Chicago Tribune. Hate—“I hate that man.” “What has he ever done to you?” ‘Nothing, but he was present once when I made a fool of myself.”—Chicago Record- Herald. : Stella—TI thought you said you would never marry a man with red hair. Mary—I thought I wouldn't at the time, but he afterward proposed.—De- troit Free Press. “I thought Jim was going to marry tke banker’s daughter,” “Oh, he can do better than that” “How?’ “By marrying the iceman’s daughter.”— Cleveland Rlain Dealer. Ethel—I showed papa one of your poems and he was delighted. Scrib- bler-—Indeed! Ethel—Yes; said it was so bad he thought you’d probably be able to earn a living at something else.—Judge. “Won't you be bothered in Europe by your deficient = knowledge of French?” “Not at all,” answered Mr. Dustin Sax. “It will prevent me from being bothered in Paris by inquiries about how I got my money.”—Wash- ington Star. “Our, club meetings,” said Mrs. Up- pisch, “are attended by the best peo- ple—the brains and culture of the city,” “Indeed,” exclaimed Mrs. Knox, “and do your swell society folk really condescend to associate with them?” —Philadelphia Press. “George,” said she, “do you really think we ought to have an elevator in our new house?’ “Why not?’ “Who would run it?” “Why, you of course,” said George. “You run everything else in the house. Why not the elevator?” —Detroit Free Press. “I've half a mind to write a maga- zine sonnet.” 70 ahead—that’s just what it takes.”—Cleveland Leader. “Is your business on a running basis - yet?” “I should say so; I al- ways run when I see a creditor com- ing.”—Princeton Tiger. “George,” said Mrs. Ferguson, “I know it is early in the evening yet, but would you mind lying down on the lounge and taking a nap?” “What for?” asked Mr. Ferguson. ‘Because the baby is fretful, and your snoring always lulls him to sleep.”—Chicago Tribune. “And when all your reforms are es- tablished, what will happen then?” “Well,” answered the man who is earnest, but not bigoted, “I suppose a lot of the other reformers will arise and want to go back to the good old days of their forefathers.””—Wash- ington Star. “Why is it,” queried the American globe-trotter, “that our American girls are so much more attractive to for- cigners with titles than you English girls?” “I don't know,” snapped the English beauty, “unless it’s because they have more money and less sense.” — Chicago Daily News. “I. want to know,’ said the irate matron, “how much money my hus- band drew out of this bank last week?” “I can’t give you that inform- ation, ma’am,” answered the man in the cage. “Youre the paying teller, aren't you?” “Yes, but I'm not the telling payer.”—Chicago Tribune. Had Matrimonial Look, Weary Willie (reading ad.)—“Man wanted to chop wood, bring up coal, tend furnace, take care of garden, mind chickens and childwen—" Frayed Fagin (groaning) —Gee! dem matrimonial advertisements make me tired.—Judge. Very. Small Armies. Very small are thé armies of fo of the little governments of That of Monaco comprises Ted five carabineers, the same number of guards and twenty firemen. The army of Luxemburg has 135 gendarmes, 170 volunteers and thirty-nine musicians, but the law provides that in time of war the volunteers may be temporar- ily increased to 250. In the republic of San Marino compulsory military service prevails, the result being that an army of 950 men and thirty-eight officers can be summoned to the colors. One company of sixty men forms the army on a peace footing.— Chicago News. A Good Record. Out of all the external remedies on the market we doubt if there is one that has the record of that world-renowned porous laster—Allcock’s. It has now been in use or sixty years, and still continues to be as popular as ever in doing its great work of relieving our pains and aches. It is the remedy we all need when suffering frown any form of ache or pain resulting from taking cold or over-strain. Allcock’s Plasters are sold by druggists in every part of the civilized world. Suggestion to Automobilists. An automobilist of great experience suggests that it is a good idea for the driver of a car to show his com- panion on the front seat how to switch oft the ignition current in case the driver suddenly becomes incapa- citated. By this simple operation the car can quickly be stopped, and the damage it is liable to do if it runs wild will be reduced. — Scientific American. Deafness Cannot Be Cured bylocalapplications as they cannot reash ths diseased portion ofthe ear.” Thereis o nly ona way to cure deafness, and that is by eonsti- tutional remedies. Dealnass is eaused by an inflamed condition of the mucous lininz o’ the Eustachian Tube. When this tube isin flamed you have a rumbling sound or imper- fect hearing, and when it i3 antirsly eloss 1 Deafness is the result, and unless the inflam- mation can be taken ont and this tube re- stored to its normal condition, hearinz will be destroyed forever. Nine cs 1505 out olte are caused by catarrh, whichis nothing butan inflamed condition of the mucous surfaces. We will give One Hundred Dollars for any case of Deafness(caused by eatarrh) that can- not be cured by Hall’s Catarrh Cure. Send for circulars free. F.J.CHENEY & Co., Toledo, O. Sold by Druguists, Tbe, Take Hall's Family Pills for constipation. Such Flies Are Useful. Fireflies of Jamaica emit so bril- liant a light that a dozen of them, en-. closed within an inverted tumbler, will enable a person to read or write a common honey bee, and perfectly harmless. Their appearance in un- usual numbers acts as a barometer to the natives, and is an indication of approaching rain. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children teething,softens thegums,reducesinflamma- tion, allays pain,c cures wind colic, 2 25cabottle The flying lemur of the Indian archipelago, which is only about 3 inches long, can leap fully 300 feet by the use of the membrane connecting its Umbs vith each other. There is no satisfaction keener than being dry / / and comfortable IL when out in the / hardest storm YOU ARE SURE OF THIS IF YOU gh WATERPROOF / i § E J j CLOTHING + BLACK OR YELLOW “@ On sale everywhere A J TOWER COT BOSTON™ +A TOE CATS AN CO TORONTO, CAND You Cannot all inflamed, ulcerated and catarrhal con- ditions of the mucous membrane such as nasalcatarrh,uterinecatarrh caused by feminine ills, sore throat, sore mouth or inflamed eyes by simply dosing the stomach. But you surely can cure these stubborn affections by local treatment with Paxtine Toilet Antiseptic BI ‘BUILT UP HER HEALTH SPEEDY CURE OF OF MISS GOODE She Is Made Well by Lydia E. Pink* ham’'s Vegetable Compound, and Writes Gratefully to Mrs. Pinkham. For the wonderful help that she has found Miss Cora Goode, 255 E. Chicago Avenue, Chicago, 111., believes it her duty to write the following letter for publication, in order that other women afflicted in the same wag may be Miss Cora Crede Miss Goode is president of the Bryn Mawr Lawn benefited as she was. Tennis Club of Chicago. She writes; Dear Mrs. Pinkham :— “I tried many different remedies to build up my system, which had become run down from loss of proper rest and unreason- able hours, but nothing seemed to help me. Mother is a great advocate of Lydia E. Pink- ham'’s Vegetable Compound for female trou- bles, having used it herself some years ago with great success. So I began to take it, and in less than a month I was able to be out of bed and out of doors. and in three nfonths I was entirely well. Really I have never felt s0 strong and well as I have since. ” No other medicine has such a record of cures of female troubles as has Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vagetable Compound. Women who are troubled with pain- ful or irr egular periods, backache, bloating (or flatulence), displacement of organs, inflammation or ulceration, can be restored to perfect health and strength by taking Lydia RE. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Mrs. Pinkham invites all sick women to write her for advice. She has guided thousands to health. Her experience is very great, and she gives the benefit of it to all who stand in nced of wise counsel. She isthe daughter-in-law of Lydia E. Pinkham and for twenty-five i years has been advising sick women - free of charge. at night without the least difficulty. | — These flies are in’ size as large as | Address, Lynn, Mass. W. L. 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