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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
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nasalcatarrh,uterinecatarrh caused
by feminine ills, sore throat, sore
mouth or inflamed eyes by simply
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But you surely can cure these stubborn
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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.
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