The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, April 27, 1910, Image 2

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    THB fWQPHBT.
Old BUery Qrtfg, when the weather tN An
When the sunlight was bubbling and sparailnf Use wine.
When the stoles were a bright as tte dreamintB of boya
And the day seemed to be running over with Joys,
Would SQUlnt at the sky and drink n the fresh Mr
With & look of distrust and be moved to declare:
"Ye may think It's BprfnK, but th' Winter ain't qultl
1 bet y we pay fur this fine weatner yitr .
Old Hilary Qrm, when the Autumn weejonp
And the birds tirrled late pud the open brook s son
In November was hard and the big yellow moon
Made the flekle near as Debt as the sun did noon.
When the oerth was aflame with Its yellow and red.
Would look with distrust and a shake of hie head.
It ain't human natur- this hore kind of thing!
I bet ye we ketch it nex' Winter, by Jlng!
Old Ellerv OreRB, when the winds whistled keen.
When tl7ewykivpe deep all the fence between.
WhIS the boards creaked anS snapped I? 'the walk down the streo.
When the wires sang with frost and the limbs hung with sleat,
Would trempdown the street with a challenge so grim
In his eyes as though this had boen ordered for Mm:
I tnl' ye, by gum. that th' winter
I tol' ye we'd
J w - ... i.u I L. '
W. KOLtiK
Mr. Lane Stays
Home Saturday Morning H
He Had the Grip, But Wa
gj By Mrs. J. W.
Hnrdnv mornln. Mr. Lone observ
ed, to his wife, berorebegct up, that be
believed he'd stay at tome. Craly halt
s day, anyhow, and there was nothing
special. He would 'phone down and It
Would be all right
This was so unusual that Mrs. Lane
was alarmed at once.
"Don't yon feel well?" ehe Inquired.
"Well, no, can't say I do. Ache all
over, and feel rather feverish. Guess
I'm threatened with the grip. The oth
er fellows In the office have all had It,
so that It was only a question of time
of my getting It, anyhow. I guess I'll
he careful, stay In until Monday and
break up the attack."
Here, with several groans, Mr. Lane
began getting out of bed. "Why, you
are not going to get up, are you?" sxid
his wife In astonishment. "I was Just
going to get you some quinine and
hot lemonade and a mustard plaster
for your back and "
"Good heaven, Mary! did I say thnt
J was going to stay In bed," with n
shudder at the, visions his wife's list
of remedies had cocjured up, for Mr.
Lane had never been sick In bed a day
that he could remember. "I only said
that I was going to takeprecautionsso
that I wouldn't get sick In bed. It Is
seldom necessary to be sick abed If one
rises good Judgment."
This last was said severely, for Mrs.
lane had been elck several times In
the course of their married life and
each illness had, according' to the heal
of the house, been due to bad Judg
ment. As Mrs. Lane hnd heard this remark
before, she merely said In bewilder
ment: 'ut I thought you were fev-
tnsn ana acnea.
"Well, I guess staying in-dcors will
fix the aches all right. All those fool
things are well enough for the boys."
Mrs. Lane went down to start break
fast. Mr. Lane dressed slowly and lay
down on a couch In the living room.
Frank and Freddy, the two boys ot
the household, aged eleven and nine
years respectively, appeared on the
scene by racing down-stairs and fall
ing Into the living room one on top
of the other, to stop, dumbfounded, on
seeing their father on the couch. Mr.
Lane gave the boya a look without any
smile in It.
"For heaven's sake, is that the way
your mother has taught you to come
down stairs?"
"No, sir!" came simultaneously
from the two boys.
"Well, what on earth, then, made
yon? Why, this very couch shook!"
"We didn't know you was there,"
came In another chorus.
"Boys, come here, father isn't feel
ing well today," called their mother
from the kitchen, "you must try to be
quiet"
"Father's never been home Saturday
morning before, has he?" observed
Frank, squeaking noisily around. "It
seems like Sunday, only we ain't going
to church." Here Freddy knocked
down a tin pan. There was a groan
from the dining room.
"Did that make your head ache,
dear?" inquired Mrs. Lane sympa
thetically, as put the breakfast on
the table. .
"Ache! It fairly Jumps, but there la
no use lying down in this house.
Tb so sorry, but it is Saturday. I
can't let the boys out to play this
snowy day with their colds, I'm afraid
they will make some noise. They're
boys, you kn5w. It is not like two
girls playing around. But it would
be nlce'and quiet upstairs."
"Heavens! How many times must I
tell you that I'm not sick! I'm only
looking out not to get sick."
Very inevitably, Mr. Lane sat down
and very grumblingly, ate a good
breakfast, having Bilenced the boys so
that they did not dare to say a word.
Fred's head cold was in the "snif
lly state," where a handkerchief was
needed every two minutes, where one
didn't dare to use a handy coat sleeve.
In the act of eating with a heavy
face a very light muffin, Mr. Lane's
attention was caught by a grimy wad,
alias a handkerchief, going up to Fred
dy's nose.
JJe shuddered as he thought of his
Immaculate linen squares. "Put it out
of sight, this Instant," he broke out,
pointing to the offending article. "Don't
let me see such a disgusting sight
gain nt the table. It's enough to
make a man sick when he Is half sick
already. Don't use It again."
; "No, father," with a suppressed snif
. He.
"Haven't you got any other handker
chiefs?" . .
"Yes. I suppcae so."
sin t qvntj
V la. Ilia
Uie reew xork 'limes.
at
ft
Better Later in the Day
PHELPS. jj
Suppose bo; suppose you
find It,
then," replied his father.
Fred Started up from the table.
"Sit down," commanded hla father
with an alarming emphasis on the last
word.
"Hasn't your mother, and haven't I
tried to make you understand that you
are not to leave the table unless you
are absolutely obliged to, and then not
until you have asked to be excused?"
"But," began Fred, only to be stop
ped by
"No talk from you. I am talking to
you. It's a good thing I am going to
be home today. II did not mean that
you should bolt right up from the table
and see how many handkerchiefs you
had. There will be time enough af
ter breakfast'"
There was silence, the speaking
kind. Mrs. Lane poured another cup
of coffee for her grippy feeling spouse.
Mr. Lane's attention having been
cabled to his boys, he continued to
look critically at them. "Those all
the suits the boys got?" he asked his
wife a little later.
"Why, John, of course not. They
have good beat suits." '
"I supposed they had," sarcastically,
"but I mean their everyday clothes."
"They are plenty good enough for
the boys' to play in. The boys enjoy
them better," replied his wife with
some spirit
"Ttijciy, ahem. Well, they look
mighty shabby." Out came a note
book. Mem. Everyday suit of clothe3,
two boyB, ages nine and eleven.
"I've trusted to you about their
clothes, but I'll take time," with a
sigh, "and get those children some
suitable clothes."
Just here, there was an audible
sniffle.
"Stop that, boy."
"I can't," said Fred, hopelessly.
"Where's your handkerchief?"
"It's dirty."
"Well, get another," said Mr. Lane
In exasperation.
"I cant until after breakfast."
There was a giggle from Frank and
another sniffle from Fred. '
"Quiet" ordered the head of the
house. "Now I win excuse you to get
a handkerchief."
Fred went out quickly, but raced up
stairs two at a time.
"Fred," thundered his father, when
he reappeared. "Go back and go up
those stairs quietly' and come down
quietly!"
Mr. Lane shook his head. He had
always thought that his wife could
bring the boys up all right, but per
haps he had been too negligent of his
duty. -;?!Vj
It was not a cheerful meal, but by
the time It was through, Mrs. Lano
was sure of one thing. Her husband
could not be very sicx and eat such u
breakfast
She went about her work serenely,
saying to herself, "Every man Is grum
py at home sometimes."
The mall man came, and Mr. Lano
took the morning' paper and settled
himself comfortably in a big chair.
"Seems sort of nice, sitting down at
home In the daytime," he observed be
nignly. "We dont see so awful much
of each other, do we, Mary? it 1 wa
only rich as the boss now, I'd quit
work and spend the days with you. Co
nice, wouldn't it?"
. "Indeed, it would," answered Mrs.
Lane, loyally.
"You hurry up and get through and,
we will have a cozy little time to
gether." But Mrs. Lane could not answer, as,
the grocery boy came for his order. He
had no sooner gone than the telephone
rang. Mrs. Lane answered it. As she
passed her husband, he patted her
band. He was getting quite spoony on
top of a good breakfast.
Mr. Lane did not notice the first
part of the conversation, but the last
part came out distinctly.
"I don't see how r can. Mr. Lane
is home this morning."
"Why, is he sick?"
"He feels, as if he might have the
grip."
"Dear me, I pity you. If tberes one
thing that drives me frantic. It is to
have a man around In the kitchen half
sick!"
"Yes" answered Mrs. Lane, nono
commlttedly. "Oh, I see, he's right where ho can
hear. All right, good by."
Mrs. Lane hung up the receiver and
looked lublously at her husband. He
wa3 -reading the paper and did not
seem to see her. There were no more
caresses. The silence was so profound
in the dining room that one could hear
the clock tick. Finally Mr. Lena said ,
abruptly, '1 never did Ilka that Mrs,
6e8elona Disagreeable woman. Thinks
she knows It alL"
About 9 o'clock, Mr. Lane wanted to
know If his wife was not through. At
9.30 he inquired again, and at 10
o'clock he came ont Into the kitchen.
"What did you have to do this
morning except get breakfast and It
isn't time for dinner yet" he began,
as she surveyed the kitchen and pantry,
gloomily, for there did not seem to be
much prospect of that quiet tete-a-tete
with his wife In the cozy living room.
"It's baking day, today, John, and
then you know I went to the Friday
morning club yesterday."
"As If women could not get enough
clubs afternoons and evenings with
out having them In the morning. It
will get so that the men will be obliged
to stay at home to do the housework."
Mr. Lane, In reality, was very proud
of the fact that his wife belonged to
this musical club.
''Well," looking at the sink, "I see
you haven't washed the dishes yet I
suppose I can do them and that wlO
help you out"
"Now, John, I am Just getting to
them and I'd rather do them," began
Mrs, Lane, but her husband Interrupt
ed. "0? course, I am going to do them. It
Is a poor sort of a man who cannot
help his wife out once In a while at
housework. I rather gues3 I can wash
those dishes."
So Mrs. Lane patiently got the dish
pan for him, the dish mop, the dish
drainer, the towels, and Mr. Lano
rolled up his sleeves, turned the fau
cets on till he got a brimming pan of
hot water with soapsuds, as tall as
they could stand, and started la Mrs.
Lane went vigorously to work in the
pantry, determined not to look.
There was spattering and splashing
and once or twice something dropped,
but luckily did not break.
"There," said Mr. Lane, virtuously,
after some minutes, "I bet lots of men
would sit around and not 11ft a finger
to help their wives out Men, perfect
ly well, too, but lazy."
As he washed and washed, his Idea
of his own virtue grew.
After half an hour, he announced
that he had got them nearly all washed
and was about to wipe them.
Just then, there was a terrible rack
et up In the boys' playroom.
"What are the boys doing?" began
Mrs. Lane. Mr. Lane pricked up hla
ears.
He listened.
He nodded his head. .
"it sounds to me like a light" he
said grimly. With his wet apron still
pinned around his waist line, he has
tened upstairs to find Frank and Fred
dy with very red faces, with fists
clenched for another bout First the
lighters linew, they were both in the
hands of Mr. Lane, which part of his
body certainly had the "grip." He
set the boys down on opposite sides of
the room.
I m ashamed of you. My boys
fighting." He sat down, serious as a
Judge. Lucky, indeed, he was home.
This was no situation for a woman to
meet successfully. The boys were
making heroic efforts not to giggle at
the sight of their father in mother's
apron.
"Now," began the Judge, "what was
the matter?
"He said George Washington was the
greatest man who ever lived and-Abe
Lincoln 13."
"He said Abe Lincoln was the great
est man, and I Bald George Washing
ton could beat him all out, screamed
the boys;
"One at a time," commanded Mr.
Lane.
"Washington went to war and rode
right through flying bullets and Abe
stayed shut up in the White House,"
yelled Frank.
"Abe was shot anyhow and Wash
ington died in bed like any common
man," retorted Fred.
"One at a time," repeated Mr.
Lane. "How did you over come to
fight about such a thing as this?"
"Why, I showed him all about
Washington so that anybody but a silly
duffer would know he was the greatest
man," began Frank, to be taken up by
Freddy, "and I showed him about
Honest Old Abe and he Just wouldn't
give In."
"George Washington never told a
He," said Frank defiantly," and Lincoln
did!"
"He didn't!"
"Show me, where it says, he didn't
then. . You can't," tauntingly.
This had been too rapid for Mr. Lane
to follow.
"Stop, boys, this is all nonsense.
George Washington was the greatest
man, of course, for if he hadn't been
the Father of his country, Lincoln
would never have been president"
With this oracular remark Mr. Lane
took the boys down stairs, and settled
theni in Isolated places to study their
history lesson for Monday, which pun
ishment he thouglTt was eminently fit
ting.
"Now," said Mr. Lane, "I will wipe
the dishes."
Meanwhile, Mrs. Lane bad looked at
the rack of dishes. It was a sight
Plates, cup3, saucers, glasses, tin dish
es, all piled In with knives and fork
sticking out of little crevices here and
there, .and the spider handle poking
itself out at the top of them all
Whereat Mrs. Lane concluded that the
spider was burled somewhere under
neath. No wonder it bad taken Mr
Lane so long to wash those dishes for
he must have spent considerable time
In planning how to put every Identical
dish, pot or pan to be washed in tb
rack before rinsing.
Mrs. Lane knew that only the ore
who packed those dishes up could un
pack them with any safety. So sho
rinsed the rack of all kinds of dishes
and her husband wiped them, ending up
with the aplder In triumph. He wiped
Chose dishes la that delightful atmos-1
phere which comes from doing the
right thing at the right time.
By the time he was through, be dis
covered that he was pretty wet having
somehow washed his shirtsleeves and
dampened his vest This ould never
do for a man coming down with the
grip. He hustled around and changed
even his flannels, muttering, "Might
get down with pneumonia. Be due to
bad Judgment entirely. Ought not to
have been washing wet things anyway.
Why In the world Mary would not keep
a maid. No reason."
By the time he got back In the
kitchen 1t was time for lunch.
"Lunoh time." said Mr. Lane, tak
ing out his watch to verify by the
clock, which proved to be one minute
slow. Out came memorandum book.
Send kitchen clock to be cleaned.
"And by Jove," as another thought
struck him. "Just got the breakfast
dishes done, and now it Is nearly time
to do those for lunoh. Seems as If
there- is a lack of system here. You
need a maid and I'm going to send one
up Monday morning."
"Why, John, I love to go my work
and I'm perfectly well."
"I guess when we can afford a
maid all right and all the neighbors
have one, you'll have one. It's made
me nervous as a cat to hear you walk
ing, walking all the morning." And
out came the memorandum book. "Go
to intelligence office Monday for effic
ient maid."
At lunch, Mr. Lane did not feel very
hungry. The nice roast pork he took
none of, but made no comment until
Mrs. Lane spoke of it Then with a
martyr-like expression, he said, "I
never quite knew it to fall that if I
did not feel quite up to the mark, but
that you had roast pork. I never, ought
to eat It with my stomach."
He was slowly picking up a meal
from the other dishes, when the tele
phone rang. The call was for him.
This Is what Mrs. Lane and the boys
heard:
"Oh, yes, that you, Dick?"
"Fine and dandy."
iSure?"
"You bet I would. I'll be ready right
off. Good-by."
"Dick'B going to take over his now
horse and get him used to the Boule
vard. We're going right off."
'But, do you think you would bet
ter go out?" said Mrs. Lane.
"Mercy, yes, my grip Is all broken
up. Staying in this morning fixed thai
Job. No one need really get Into bed
If he uses a little Judgment"
With that, Mr. Lane got ready and
soon went off with his friend, while
Mrs. Lane, after doing up the dishes,
went over to see her friend, Mrs. Ses
sions, and talk it off. Hartford Cour-
ant
8PANI8H 80LDIER8 UNDER FIRE.
Method of Advance Discipline More
Lax In Camp Than on the Field.
The Spanish soldier's behavior under
fire is admirable. Only yesterday as
we were retiring down the slope of a
hill under a desultory fire I saw a
sergeant quietly stop in the open, roll
and light a cigarette, and then proceed
deliberately to rejoin his comrades.
Discipline Is somewhat lax in camp,
though I believe that wuh the material
which the officers have to handle a lit
tle more strictness would be advis
able, for the soldier of Spain Is a cheer
ful, Independent devil may care fel
low. Od the field, however, his obedience
leaves nothing to be desired, unless It
be hie over anxiety to continue firing
after the "Cease fire" has sounded. In
direct opposition to our English meth
ods, the non-commissioned officers
have power to hit a man for slackness,
stupidity or non-obedience of orders,
whereas one soldier striking another Is
most severely dealt with, especially as
Spaniards Invariably "fight It out"
with the knife.
The officers are keen and well in
formed, and their care for the men's
comfort is notable. Here is an ex
ample: We had Just returned from
convoy duty, and on returning to camp
were glad to find an excellent cold
Boup, prepared with oil, water, vinegar,
and vegetables. The officers of each
company stood around Boeing that the
men got their due portion, first hav
ing ' tasted it to assure themselves
of the quality of the food.
The pay Is scant, three halfpence a
day; but there Is one compensation
much appreciated by the men; they are
paid dally.
' Some of the Spanish methods In the
field are unusual. The firing line, for
instance, starts with a rifle a yard, but
the advance instead of being conduct
ed In line follows this plan: Each
squad of six to ten men under a cor
poral, on the signal to advance being
given, wheels around and doubles to
ward the next cover in Indian file, ex
tending into line as the cover is reach
ed; in this way the whole line may
advance simultaneously, or squad by
squad, the advantage claimed being the
smallness of target offered to the en
emy during the rush forward.
As by force of experience we learned
In South Africa the absolute necessity
of using all cover, so the soldier here,
after his first few fights, In which the
losses were so altogether disproportion
ate to the successes gained, found that
to compete with the .Moors required all
his cunning and was no mere field day.
Now during the advance he makes mil
use ot all stones and depressions la
the ground. The only fault I note It
that he is too prone to make use cf the
kneeling position from behind cover,
thus, exposing the head and shoulders
to fire. Mclllla correspondence Lon
don Dally Mail.
Peanut cake seems to be supplant
ing cottonseed cake as the preferred
food for Swedish cattle.
THB TAtl Of TWO SCHOOLBOY.
The freckled faced McGee boy could play
the game ot ball;
No other in the schoolyard could cope
with him at all;
But the spindle shanked DeVere kid was
hopeless at the bat.
And no one ever chose him when we
played two old cat.
The freckled faced McGee boy grew up
to be a star;
He was a worldw.le wonder his fame
It traveled fui;
The sporting wTltors called him the goods
that comes In chunks,
And the salary he drew down was Just
nine thousand plunks.
But the spindle shanked DeVere kid Just
counted mite receipts
And chaperoned the turnstile and sold the
bleacher seats;
He owned the champ team's franchise, and
when the star, MoOee,
Took down his princely stipend DeVere
he hod to see.
The freckled faced McGee boy sooo threw
his last lnshoot,
And 'mong the minor league teams he
took a downward suoc:t;
And the spindle shanked DeVere boy still
sits upon the throne!
And the moral to this spring ram each
hoy can dope alcne. .
Arthur Chapman, In Denver Republican.
"They've a new preserve in Boston."
"That so?" "Yes; the subway Jam."
Boston Herald.
"I started farming on a capital of
one dollar." "I started on a package
of free seeds sent me by a Congress
man." Louisville Courier-Journal.
Mrs. Youngwlfe "What have you
ever done to prove your love for me?"
Mr. Youngwlfe "Darling, I've con
tracted a lovely case of chronic dys
pepsia." Judge.
"Will your son take a full college
course?" "No, not quite. He will have
baseball, football and track athletics,
but be fears there won't be time for
basketball." Cleveland Leader.
Muggins "That boy of your3 seems
to be a hustler. He's never idle."
Buggins "I guess that's right. When
he hasn't anything else to do he eats
something." Philadelphia Record.
Miss Highbrow "Everybody's af
fected by environment, don't you
think?" Mrs. Lowbrow "I am, 1
am, I know. That's the reason I never
touch the stuff." Cleveland Leader.
"(She says the average poet Is an un
kempt hungry-looking Individual."
"That so?" "Yes, don't It make 'you
angry? You are a poet." "But, my
dear fellow, I am not an average
poet." Houston Post.
"What's that prima donna angry
about?" "Oh, some well-meaning crit
ic said she sang like a siren. The
only siren she knows anything about
Is the whistle they use on a steam
boat." Washington Star.
"I saw that member of the Legisla
ture taking notes," said the observant
statesman. "Very foolish of him," re
plied the conscienceless schemer. "It
Isn't safe to handle anything except
cash." Washington Star.
"The boy who stood on the burning
deck was a brave lad." "Yes," replied
the school teacher; "he doesn't ap
pear to have been nearly so scared as
some of the boys who have since been
called on to recite about him." Wash
ington Star.
Griggs "You talk a lot, urlggs;
now what have you got against mar
ried life?" Brlggs "What have I got
against It? W'hy, may, take this ter
rible divorce evil; It flourishes
amongst married people exclusively."
Boston Transcript.
"Please shake your head, Mr. Pike,"
said the young lady's small brother.
"All right, Tommy. Now, what did
you want me to shake my head for?"
"Pa said you was a rattle-brained
Idiot, but I didn't hear nothin' rattle,
did you?" Birmingham Age-Herald.
"Have you ever tried a llreless
cooker?" "Yes. We've had one for six
months. My wife has tried to fire
her, and I've told her to go, but she
simply Ignores our requests, and says
she'll scratch the eyes out of any oth
er girl we dare to bring into the
kitchen." Chicago Record-Herald.
Telegraph Operator "The chap who
Just went out wanted to pay me 85
cents for a 25-cent message. ufflce
Manager "Who la he? Pittsburgh
millionaire?" Telegraph Operator
"No; he's a poet, and he counted the
syllables Instead of the words."
Judge.
His Mamma "I don't know what to
do with Willie. He wants to be a
newspaper man, but he has no talent
for writing." His Uncle "That's all
right. Buy him a copy of 'Joe Miller's
Toke Book' and a list of the United
States Senators, and we'll get him a
Job as a Washington correspondent."
Puck.
Brother Effaw "How am yo' son
gittin' along in his new job as a Pull
man ro'tah?" Brother Smbot "tine,
sah! Dat boy kin mak9 a few passes
and put mo' dust on a pus3Dn dan he
brushes oft, and It didn't take hi:n two
weeks to learn to slam a do' In de
way dat nobody but a railroad man
kin slam It Ya3sih, Cla'ence Is sao'
doln' elegant." Puck.
Carpets cf Paper.
In Kalmatad, Svcden. Pontas Holm
fatrom 13 about to start a spinning mil!
for making yarn out of paper. Such
mills already exist in Germany and
France. So far the manufacture of
rugs and cr.rpets seems to be the besi
practical use cf this now paper yarn,
it Is said that people In Sweden, es
pecially la the province cf Ostergot
land, are already making carpets witn
nanrp v.-nft. Vn-rmv rnlla nf nanor tqno
are ued, br.t this, of course, is not
fcp-.-.n. Lcndjn Globe.
inc important
Problem
confronting anyone In need of a laxa
tive Is not a question of a single ac
tion only, but of permanently bene
ficial effects, which will follow propes
efforts to live in a healthful way, with
the assistance of Syrup of figs and
Elixir of Senna, whenever It is re
quired, as it cleanses the system
gently yet promptly, without irritation
and will therefore always have the
preference of all who wish the best of
family laxatives.
' The combination has the approval
of physicians because it is known to
be truly beneficial, and because it has
given satisfaction to the millions Of
well-informed families who have used
It for many years past
To get its beneficial effects, always
buy the genuine manufactured by tha
California Fig Syrup Co. only.
UETAUiC HEELS
and rnriiiTcncl
tUU Hl fcltilj
For Miners, Quarrymen, Fanners and
All Men Who Do Rough Work
Made of steel, light, easy to attach. Win
outlast the shoes. Any cobbler can put
them on. Your shoe dealer has shoes al
ready fitted with them.
Send far booklet that tells all about
them. , J
UNITED SHOE MACHINERY CO.
BOSTON, MASS.
The Value of Gold Coins
Gold pieces are the only coins of the
unitea states wmcu are worm tuoir,
face value intrinsically. A double
eagle contains $20 worth of gold, with
out counting the one-tenth part of
copper.
His Hands Cracked Open.
"I am a man seventy years old. My
hands were very sore and cracked
open on the insldes for over a year
with large sores. They would crack
open and bleed. Itch,-burn and ache
so that I could not sleep and could do
but little work. They were so ba
J
ie j
that I could not dress myself In the
morning. They would bleed and the
blood dropped on the floor. I called
on two doctors, but they did me no
good. I could get nothing to do any
good till I got the Cutlcura Soap and
Cutlcura Ointment. About a year ago
my daughter got a cake of Cutlcura
Soap and one box ot Cutlcura Oint
ment and In one week from the time
I began to use them my hands were
all healed np and they have not been
a mite sore since. I would not be
without the Cutlcura Remedies.
"They also cured a bad sore on the
hand of one of my neighbor's chil
dren, and they think very highly of
the Cutlcura Remedies. John W.
Hasty, So. Effingham, N. H., Mar. E
and Apr. 11, 1909."
AlrtArmnn Ttpnrv flmlth nf Tendon
in 1647 left by wlCl $5,000 for the relletf
ox captives neia Dy mncisn pirate
and $5,000 for bis poor kinsmen.
Mrs. Winelow's Soothing Syrup for Children,
teething, sottena the gums, reduces lnnamma
tion, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25o a bottle .
1.
Mme. Curie of Paris, who with heA
husband discovered radium, was elect
ed an honorary associate member o!
tne American Chemical Society at thd
recent meeting in Boston.
Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets regulate and
faviimmta stomach, liver and bowels.
Sugar-coated, tiny granules, easy to take
as canay.
Rain In Panama.
The heaviest rainfall ever recorded!
for a single day on the isthmus of
Panama occurred during the grea
flood of last December, between tha
hours of 10 a. m. December 28, and 1
a. m.. December 29, when the rain
gauge at Porto Bello showed a fall o:
10.85 inches. The total fail of thr
month was 5S.17 inches, which is equa
to an average of nearly two Inches f
day.
OPERATION UNSUCCESSFUL.
A Terrible Tale of Kidney Suffering,
Mrs. Emily H. Murdock, 6 Lorralnd
Place, Rochester, N. Y., says: "KId-l
ney trouble came npon me when llv-l
lng In Cape Town
South Africa,
consulted the best)
physicians and aa
operatic n was or
dered at R
Hospital. Afteil
the operation
managed to 'pull
together,' but was
far from a wel
woman. I grew worse, the. kidney
secretions had to be drawn with
catheter. In despair I decided to tri
Doan'a .CIdney Pills. I rapidly recov
ered and really do not know what i
would have done without them,"
Remember the name Doan's, Ecj
Kaio uj ail UL'aicn. ou teuia a uui
Foster-MIlburn Co., Buffalo, N, Y.