THE DREAMER.
4 shall never wed with flesh, I shall never ask of woman
To make a home of love, a dwelling of delight;
For | have no heart's desire towar
the beauty that is humane
Bodiless as joy are the dreams that come at night.
1 shall never call one son, nor the fair, sweet name of daughter,
For 1 live with dreams, andeof them I make my home,
And my kindred are the clouds, and the wind, and the wild water,
The sunlight, the starlight, the shadows, and the gloom,
For they are a part of me, mn my blood I hear them crying,
And
know no rest, by noon, or night, nor day,
When 1 think of the white hillsin their lonely silence lying,
And listen to the call of waters far away.
And 1 look toward the day when our home shall be together,
When my voice shall sound in the music of the rills,
When my soul shall be a breath of the golden summer weather,
And my heart a pulse of the peace upon the hills.
—R. G.T. Coventry, in the London Academy +
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8 Love af Second Sight.
‘
'M about sick of this place,”
remarked Bobby Dawes
1 © discontentedly to the snow-
clad mountains. “To-mor-
row I shall pack up and go
home.”
' The snow-lad mountains vouchsafed
no reply, and Bobby Dawes, with that
feeling of satisfaction which the taking
of any resolution, good ot bad, engen-
ders—rose to his feet and sauntered
along the baking lake side walk of Lu-
gano back to his hotel.
There was no mistaking Bobby
Dawes’ nationality as he strollea idly
along under the trees. Tall, fair, well
turned out, a gray suit, a Panama hat,
an irreproachable tie, he looked the
possible hero of many amatory adven-
tures, although few had ever fallen to
his lot. Amatory adventures require
reciprocity, and Bobby Dawes had
rarely, if ever, reciprocated.
Arriving at his hotel, he communicat-
ed his decision to the stout head por-
ter. That astute individual declared
himself “desolate,” and expressed his
disbelief that Bobby could have ade-
“quately inspected the numerous lions
of the locality in so short a time.
He speedily ascertained that M’sieu
had not yet visited the local mountain,
San Salvatore.
“It was impossible,” he said decided-
iy, With a shrug ef his massive shoui-
ders, “for M’sieu te leave without as-
cending the famous funicular.” And,
before Bobby could protest effectually,
it had been arranged for him to post-
pone his departure by at least onc
day and to ascend the mountain by the
first funicular in the morning,
Thus it was that an early hour on
the enwming day found Bobby Dawes
reluctantly ensconced in a corner of an
ascending car, thanking Heaven fer-
vently that modern inventions had re-
lieved the traveler from the painful
labor of mountain climbing.
He admired the usual view, disliked
the usual wind, bought and dispatched
the usual postcards, imbibed the usual
firink, and, honor being satisfied—honor
is easily satisfied in that climate—pre-
pared to descend.
A simple act enough, but fraught
with the most momentous conse-
quences to Bobby Dawes.
Suffering acutely from chattering
tourists, he leaned well out from his
corner seat watching the other car as
it approached, wondering idly when
ghey would meet and pass. It was
some twenty yards off when his eye
was caught by a white and frilly
hat adorned with bunches of red cher-
ries,
A rather smart hat, he thought lazily
fo himself. A decidedly smart hat.
And, by George!—as the car drew near-
er—what a lovely girl!
He gazed at her spell-bound, moved
to the very depths of his being.
“What glorious violet-blue-gray eyes!”
he murmured to himself. “What a
wealth of softly waving golden-brown
hair! What a perfectly indescribable
air of indescribability!” he went on
incoherently.
Their eyes met for a moment—to
him it seemed an eternity; the car
passed on and she was gone.
‘And Bobby began to realize he had
met the only woman he could ever love
on the car of a funicular railway,
while he was going down and she was
going up. Every moment cruel fate—
represented by a wire rope—was drag-
. ging them further apart. Bobby fairly
danced with anxiety on his seat, strain-
ing his eyes uselessly after the depart-
ing car. Immediately he reached the
bottom he purchased another ticket
and sat in the car, possessed with a
fury of impatience until it commenced
Its upward journey.
At last it started, Bobby Dawes sit-
ting in the front seat, his eyes fixed
on the summit. He no longer specu-
Jated as ‘to the strength of the wire
rope; he was wrapped in a blissful
reverie in which golden-brown hair
and violet-blue-gray eyes took a promi-
nent part. ; .
He was even oblivious of the ap-
proach of the other car about to pass
them on its downward journey. Glanc-
ing carelessly at it his heart stopped
beating. Ilor there, appearing over
the back of the car, was the cherry-
trimmed hat.
“I shall have to reascend and rede-
gcend this wretched mountain before I
can even hope to see her again,” he
groaned tohimself.
When he finally reached the bettom
station thirty minutes after, naturally
all trace of the cherry-trimmed hat was
Jost. He haunted the railway statiom,
he haunted the steamer landing places.
He had tea at every confiserie in the
town—sometimes five in an afternoon—
but all without avail.
Bobby Dawes became embittered,
and laughed discordantly at the snew-
clad mountains. “It is exactly what I
Bave always expected,” he remarked
AAA AINAINAI NAN ININAAINNINIP
to Monte Rosa. “There is but one
woman in the world I could ever have
loved, and we have met—but on oppo-
site cars of a funicular railway. I
have lost her, perhaps forever, without
even the satisfaction of knowing she
is married to another!”
He was proceeding to enlarge on this
theme, Monte Rosa being a sympa-
thetic listener, when his eye fell idly
on an approaching steamer, and there,
immediately abaft the funnel, was she!
There were the violet-gray-blue eyes,
there was the softly waving golden-
brown hair, there was the same inde-
scribable air of indescribability which
he would have known among ten thou-
sand—a million thousand!
The steamer stopped.
land? She did!
He followed her to her hotel, named
appropriately enough the “Splendide.”
That afternoon he removed there, bag
and baggage. On the way he congrat-
ulated himself there was now a chance
—and, if he knew anything of himself,
a very excellent chance——of making
her acquaintance.
As he neared the hotel the omnibus
belonging to it passed him laden with
luggage, obviously on its way to the
station. He glanced carelessly at its
occupants. He caught a glimpse of
violet-gray-blue eyes and softiy waving
colden-brown hair and groaned aloud!
He had missed her again!
In two minutes he had buttonholed
the resplendent hall porter and asked
Would she
the destination of the ladies in the
omnibus.
“Ze ladies mit de logosh?” inquired
the functionary.
“No, with the violet—mo—I mean, I,
dare say they have got luggage,” stam-
mered the distracted Bobby.
“Zey go to catch de last train to
Milano,” was the reply.
A hasty study of Baedeker informed
Bobby that the cathedral was the
great attraction. “I might turn up
there with luck,” he murmured hope-
fully, “if I caught the first train in the
morning.” :
* * * * = * .
He spent the next two days in the
cathedral, on the cathedral, in the Pi-
azza in front of the cathedral.
On the third day. as he was leaving
the soft gloom of the interior for the
blinding sunlight of the Piazza, he sud-
denly saw in front of him something
exquisitely striking yet exquisitely fa-
miliar. It was the cherry-trimmed hat,
chaperouned by an older edition of her-
self—obviously her mother.
His first impulse was to clear the
steps of the cathedral at a bound, but
he fortunately restrained himself in
time and descended decorously. As he
drew near he could see that they were
engaged in a most unequal altercation
with a rapacious Milanese cabman.
The violet-gray-blue eyes met him—
recognized him as a compatriot and
appealed for aid. He felt that a few
stern words in Tfalian was all that
was required. Unfortunately he spoke
no Italian.
Fixing the man with a glance of au-
thority he surreptitiously pressed five
lira into his willing hand and said in
his most peremptory manner, “Para-
finarata-sagerhets-Tantstickor!”
The man was dumfounded. Ile
gasped and fell back, while Bobby
triumphantly swept off the cherry-
trimmed hat and hier mother into the
interior of the cathedral.
After that the path of Bobby Dawes
was strewn with roses. They stayed
at the same hotel, they did Milan to-
gether, they Iunched together, they
dined together. He never spent a
more glorious week in his life, and to-
day regards Milan as the most charm-
ing and interesting city on the conti-
nent. If pressed, however, as to de-
tails, his recollections are hazy.
* * * * * * *
He suggested for various reasons
they should spend their honeymoon at
Lugano. And Betty seemed delighted
at the idea. One evening, not long
after their arrival, they were floating
idly in a boat upon the lake listening
to mandolins playing softly in the dis-
tance.
“To-morrow we will go to San Salva-
tore,” he said, looking down on her
fondly. “You know why?”
“No, I don’t,” said Betty.
“Oh, yes you do,” ke replied, “and,
what is more, this time we'll go to-
gether in the same car,” he added
playfully.
“I hope so, indeed,” said Betty, “I've
never been up in a funicular before,
and I know I shall bé awiully fright-
ened.” 7
There was a piuse.
been up?’ he saxd slowly.
“Never,” shefsaid. “Mother was al-
ways so frightened of funiculars; be-
sides, we only slept a night at Lugano,
and went on.” 3
A chill struckto Bobby's heart. “But
the cherry-tridved bat,” he faltered.
“You've never
“Fancy you remembering that old
thing,” she said. “I've always rather
liked it, because, do you know, I was
wearing It that day I first met you in
Milan, Bverybody was wearing cher
ry-trimmed hats just then
“Were they?" he gasped,
“Yes; 1 bought mine as we passed
through Paris, But, talking of San
Balvatore,” she continued, “why were
you go surprised at my never having
been up?’
Bobby Dawes put much hard think.
ing into the next few seconds.
“Should he tell her everything or
not? he asked himself, “Make a clean
breast of it,” urged half of Bobby
Dawes. “Don’t; turn the conversa
tion,” insisted the other half. He
must decide Already she was looking
at him in vague surprise. In his panic
he endeavored to think of other topics
of conversation, but in vain. The
wash of the passing steamboat made
his positjor a trifle insecure———
“Take .ere, dear,” cried Betty.
“The very thing,” he murmured, and
carefully losing his balance he fel
overboard, and in the subsequent con-
fusion the subject of San Salvatore
was happily forgotten.
W * * * * . *
To this day Bobby wonders whom he
has married. Ile knows it is not the
girl he fell in love with at Lugano—the
girl ot the funicular railway.
“Have 1,” he asks himself, “married
the girl in the steamer? Have 1 mar:
ried the girl in the hotel omnibus?”
The only thing he knows for certain
is that he married the girl he met and
feil in love with in Milan. But has he
married ali the rest?
He will never know!—Ada and Dud-
ley James, in the Grand Magazine,
No Sight, No Cigar.
“On general principles, I'd hate te
be bligd,” said the man with the red
mustache. “For one thing, I would
then have to leave off smoking. Sc
far as actual physical ability goes I'd
probably be equal to pufiing away as
usual, but I don’t believe I'd enjoy it
nearly so much. Blind men don’t. In
fact, they get so little pleasure out ot
it that they don’t even try to smoke.
I have met a number of poor fellows
who had lost their eyesight, and every
one of them abjured the weed. Some
of them had been pretty tall smokers,
too, in their palmy days. But now
a cigar has no attraction for them.
“Nobody has been able to give me
a satisfactory explanation of this
change in habit, but after a good deal
of investigation I have come to the con-
clusion that the reason the blind do
not care to smoke is because they can-
not see the smoke. ‘rhe tobacco has
the same fiavor, and with a friend to
attend to the lighting the smoking can
be managed with comparative safety;
yet the fellow who has no eyes to
watch the smoke curl and drift about
his head apparently has no use for
a cigar. Smoking to the absolutely
blind is something entirely different
from smoking in the dark. Besides,
few people smoke in total darkness.
Always there is starlight or firelight
enough to enable a man to keep track
of the smoke. When deprived of that
fascinating pastime, the cigar loses its
charm, and the man who is blind re-
signs himself to a smokeless old age.”
Absent-Minded.
“We have the prize absent-minded
man in Streator, Ill,” said Henry Os-
Sentinel. “Not long ago his wife took
him to task for his absolute helpless-
ness when it came to remembering
things, and he promised to do much
better.
“Less than an hour afterward he
started downtown, when she handed
him a letter which she wished dropped
in the postoffice. He promised not to
forget it and to make good carried it
in his hand through the street. Just
as he reached the letter slot in the
postoffice a friend asked him the time.
He drew his watch from his pocket,
answered the question, dropped the
watch through the slot, and started
off, with the letter still tightly held
in his other hand.
“The friend knew of his peculiarity
and went after him. When the watch
had been secured the absent-minded
man went on, and it was not until late
that night that his wife discovered the
letter he had started to mail reposing
in his overcoat pocket. In the excite-
anent he had placed it there instead of
in the box.”
Odd Festival in Roumania.
Halinagen, in Roumania, possesses
a unique public festival. It is a little
town of about 1200 inhabitants, and
on the morning of its annual fair day
the population from about eighty vil-
lages comes trooping in swarms. Then
there go out to meet them all the
young women, married or single, of
Halmagen, each bearing a small flower-
garlanded vessel of water, and all at-
tended by their godmothers. As the
visitors approach the young women
offer to each a taste of water and a
kiss. This strange custom is supposed
to have its origin in the escape, cen-
turies ago, of some Halmagen women,
after being carried off by Turks. As
they neared their own homes their
joy caused them to embrace every
neighbor at sight.—New York Globe.
The Costliest Diadem.
YWhat is probably the most valuable
diadem in existence is the gift of ihe
women of Spain to Our Lady del Pilar,
whose shrine is situated ner Sara-
zossa. The diadem is an imperial
erown surrounded by a Gothic wreath.
It is composed of solid gold, but such
‘is the number of precious stones that
Lardly a square inch of gold is visible.
There are 600C large diamonds, of
which the finest is the gift of thd
queen-mother, and 3000 smaller ones,
The remaining stones are emeralds,
sapphires, rubies, pearls, turquoises,
opals, topazes and ametbysts.—New
York Evening World.
wald, of that city, to the Milwaukee
SOIL
INIHHAUSTION,
Exhaustion of the soll in fruit grow
ing does not come so much from the
growing of the trees as the leaves, bul
in the demand for phosphoric acid to
perfect the seed. Proper thinning of
the surplus fruit in good season saves
this drain.
THE PERSIMMON TREE.
The despised persimmon tree, which
stands the solitary possessor of fields
on nearly all farms, is capable of yield:
ing a marketable quality of fruit when
cultivated. Our native variety is said
to be equal to that imported from
Japan when treated under equally fa
vorable conditions,
—
FULL SUPPLY OF FRUITS.
One decided advantage, at least, in
growing a fuli supply of fruits and
vegetables on the farm is that the
farmer cannot only have them at cost,
but can have them first. To a very
considerable extent on the farm pur
chasing fruit and vegetables means
going without them,
‘
SOUTHERN GROWTHS.
Lemon or orange trees can be grown
in tubs if the reeds are started under
glass, in damp moss, and then trans
planted. Tamarind seeds have been
taken out of jam and propagated in
moist cocoanut fibre kept near a hot
fire. Peanut vines will grow, to a
pretty greenery, at least, in our North:
ern garden in the summer months.
A LESSON IN PRUNING.
Lewis Terrill, one of the biggest fruit
crowers in Northern Kentucky, is a
firm believer in pruning of trees. He
says® “In the first place, establish a
definite object to be accomplished.
Don’t go into the orchard simply with
the idea that you are to cut off limbs,
Keep in mind that the objects are to
give shape to the trees and to remove
dead and injured parts. Pruning for
the first purpose should be done almost
entirely while the frees are young,
Having decided what cutting is nec-
essary for each particular purpose, re-
move the parts, as far as possible,
with the pruning knife, using the saw
only as a last resort. Large limbs
should not be removed where it is pos-
sible to avoid it. Parts which are to
pe removed should be cut off as
close to the main limb or body of the
tree as possible, so no knots will be
left to decay and make a place for
fungus diseases to get in and spread
to other parts. Cover the wounds with
two coats of white lead and oil. Then
dig around the base of your trees and
remove all sprouts. It is a good idea
to dig a circle a foot or so around your
trees and fill up the hole with wood
or coal ashes. It makes a free
healthy.”—E. L. Helms, in the Indian:
apolis News.
THE PEACH BORER.
“Worming” the trees to destroy the
peach borer is the routine of the peach
grower,
The moths are practically two, the
male and female being different, and
except as each would at first glance be
called a hornet would hardly be con
sidered as belonging to each other
Both have dark steely blue bodies
The male, the smaller of the two
has the body striped with yellow
whereas the female bas a single bright
orange band. The wings of the male
are transparent, while of the female
the fore wings are opaque and dark
colored. The female is about an inch
m length.
The external evidence of infestation
is in the gum exuded by the tree and
sawdust. The worms do not pene
trate far, nor do they feed much, and
only upon sap the tree could spare
put they dig out large places to rest in
and a half dozen or more, the usual
complement, will nearly girdle a tree,
creating a disturbance in its functions
which generally, when severe, has the
indications of “yellows,” the foliage
changing color, the fruit ripening pre-
maturely or dropping.
The worm is active in its burrowing
until the trees become dormant in au-
tumn, when it also becomes quiet, re-
suming operations with the opening
season. When fully developed it
leaves the tree, going into the surface
of the soil near by to pupate, and from
this emerges as the moth.
Careful time saving growers, and
who dislike having their trees probed
with knives or wires, look for the eggs,
and are careful either to destroy these
or to so prepare the tree trunks that
the moth will consider before entrust:
ing her eggs to them, or, if laid. will be
to no purpose, as the larvae, unable to
get into the tree, will die.
To this end the trunks are sometimes
painted with white lead and linseed
oil, or “whitewashed” with one quart
soft soap, one peck unslaked lime re
duced with water so it can be applied
with a brush. Another is to band the
trees with paper or wire cloth or bur-
lap from two inches below the surface
to two feet up, to prevent the eggs be-
ing laid over wood, the worm can pene-
trate and covering all that would be
available.
A method which meets every end
desired, and is without objection, is
that of the New Jersey experiment
station of covering every portion of the
park through the space to be pro
tected with a paint of hydraulic cement
thinned to the proper consistency with
skim milk. Water will not answer,
This keeps out the borer, and in ne
way has it proven injurious.—Amer:
ican Gardening. |
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INDUST
If odors were solid particles, they
svould tend to form nuclei of cloudy
condensation in supersaturated air.
Dr. John Aitken has tested musk and
twenty-three other odorous substances
without finding such nuclei, and he
concludes that odors are gaseous and
that smell has gas as its fundamental
basis.
fhe highest kite ascent was lately
made at Lindenberg, Prussia, 21,100
feet being reached. with six attached
kites and sixteen thousand yards of
wire. The temperature fell from 41
degrees at the surfact to 13 degrees
below zero; the wind—eighteen miles
at surface—was fifty-six miles an hour
at highest point.
In a London hospital a wave siren Is
used to test what sounds a deaf person
hears. When once it is discovered that
a certain note is not heard or only
heard indistinctly a tuning fork of this
note is selected, and an attempt is
made to stimulate the muscle and to
arouse the nerve. If the tuning fork
is not sufficient, the sound is increased
by means of a resonator.
In an attempt to liquefy helium,
Prof. Olbzewski recently produced the
remarkably low temperature of 455 de-
grees below zero, Fahrenheit. It was
done by suddenly expanding a mass of
the gas helium which had been sub-
jected to a pressure of about 2700
pounds to the square inch, in a tem-
perature so low that it nearly solidi
fied hydrogen. The helium showed no
sign of liquefying.
One's hair, if never cut, would fur-
nish a record of his health during life.
This is the interesting discovery of
Matsura, a Japanese physiologist, who
shows that the hair—like the iinger-
nails—grows smaller in disease, and
that the duration of the malady may
be estimated from the length of the
thinner section of the hairs. The
variations
coarse-haired ‘aces oi people.
The telemobiloscope, designed by a
Dusseldorf inventor, for enabling a
pilot to detect a ship near at hand in
a fog, depends upon the fact that elec-
tric waves are reflected when they
strike a metallic object. The appara-
tus consists of a long box or tube, piv.
oted at one end and opened at the
other, containing a spark generator
near the pivoted end and two lenses
for collecting the electric waves into
a bundle. A suitable motor turns the
box horizontally on the vertical pivot.
As the box, slightly inclined toward the
water, is swung around, the electric
waves are projected outward, and if
they strike an object containing metal
they are reflected back, acting upon
a receiver similar to that used in wire-
less telegraphy.
Broadly Hinted At.
‘A business man has a daughter and
also a confidential clerk, and the con-
fidential clerk has for some time been
attentive to the daughter, but he has
not—or had mot a month ago—suffi-
cient courage to come to the point,
though the young woman, goodness
knows, has never done anything to
scare him off, for he is a first-class
fellow in every respect. fhe other
evening he was making a call, and
about 9 o'clock her father came in.
“Ah, George,” he said, “how about
that deal we were talking of this after.
poon? Did you see the party?”
“Yes, sir,” replied George, “and I
expected to see you thi evening and
tell you about it.”
“My dear,” said the father, turning
to his daughter, “will you retire for
a few minutes? George wants to speak
business for a while.”
The daughter rose up, but hesitated.
“Why do I have to go?” she asked,
doubtfully.
“Because, dear,” smiled the father,
“yeu are not interested. Why do you
want to stay?”
She blushed and fidgeted.
“Because, papa,” she twittered, “I'd
rather like to hear George talk busi-
ness just once.”
Then George got red, and the father
fooked at them both significantly, and
the girl fled.—Tit-Bits.
\
Puzzling Question in the Navy,
“A question without precedent in
naval history,” said a veteran naval
officer yesterday, “has arisen in the
cases of Rear Admiral C. M. Chester,
superintendent of the Naval Observa-
tory, and Rear Admiral F. BE. Chad-
wick, on waiting orders. Those two
officers were born on the 29th day of
February, 1844, and would be sixty-
two years of age—the statutory retir-
ing age in the navy—on the 29th day
of February, if such a date were pos
sible. As they could not be retired
on a date that does not occur, the De-
partment decided that they be retired
on the last of the month, as the only
possible corresponding date.
“The courts have assumed that thd
last day of February shall be consid!
ered the 29th day for all legal purposes
when that date has arisen as an anni
versary. Although born en the samé
day, Admiral Chester has had nearly
two years more service in the navy
than Admiral Chadwick, the former
having entered in October, 185¢, and
the latter in September, 1861."—Wash-
ington Star.
are most striking in the
HERITACE OF CIVIL WAR:
Thousands of Soldiers Contracted Chronle
Kidney Trouble While in the Service,
The experience of Capt, John L. Ely,
of Co. B, 17th Ohio, now living at 500
Cast Second street, Newton, Kansas,
will interest the thou
sands of veterans who
came back from the
Civil War suffering tor
tures with kidney coms=
plaint, Capt. Ely says:
“I contracted kidney
trouble during the Civil
War, and the occasional
attacks finally devels
: oped into a chronic
tase. ‘At one time I had to use a
crutch and cane to get about. My
back was lame and weak, and besides
the aching, there was a distressing re-
tention of the kidney secraticns. I
was in a bad way when . began using
Doan’s Kidney Pills in 1001, but the
remedy cued me, and ! have been
well ever since.”
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N, XY,
Had a Thirteenth Rib.
That a man may live his whole life
‘with one more rib than his physio-
logical allotment and never know a
thing about it is cause enough for con-
siderable uneasiness. But he may, as
the surgeons at the Medico-Chirur-
gical hospital discovered. This man
however, found his thirteenth rib and
both the rib and the finding were un-
lucky, which is to be expecled were
thirteen is concerned. The patient was
a day laborer, and the ice on Satur-
day gave him a bad fall He was
taken to the hospital and there told
that he had dislocated a rib.—Phila~
delphia Record.
from Dreadful Pains From Wound on
Foot-System All Run Down-—Mi-
raculous Cure by Cuticura.',
“Words cannot speak highly enough for
the Cuticura Remedies. I am now sev
enty-two years of age. My system bad
been all run down. My blood was so bad
that blood poisoning had set in. I had
several doctors attending me, so finally
went to the hospital, where I was lai
up for two months. My foot and anki]
were almost beyond recognition. Dark
blood flowed out of wounds in many places
and I was so disheartened that I thought
purely my last chance was slowly leaving
me. As the foot did not improve you can
readily imagine how I felt. I was simply
disgusted and tired of life. I stood this
pain, which was dreadful, for six months,
and during this time 1 was not able to
wear a ehoe and not able to work. Some
one spoke to me about Cuticura. The con-
sequences were I bought a set of tke Cu-
| ticura Remedies of one of my friends, who
was a druggist, and the nraise that I gave
after the second applicaticr is beyond de-
scription; it seemed a miracle, for the Cue
ticura Remedies took effect immediately:
I washed ihe foo* with the Cuticura Soap
before applying the Ointment, and I took
the Resolvent at the same time. After
two weeks’ treatment my foot was healed
completely. People who had seen my foot
during my illness and who have seen it
since the cure can hardly beliee thir
own eyes. Robert Schoenhauer, Newbungh,
N. XY. Aug 3 1905.”
FINDS WASHINGTON RELIC.
Historic Locket Worn by General's
Wife Turns Up at Capital.
A valuable and historic locket be-
longing to General Washington which
has been lost for a number of years,
was found a few days ago in Wash-
ington City by Joseph I. Keefer. The
locket contains the miniature painting
of Mrs. Washington whith the Gen-
eral had painted after their marriage,
and which he wore around his neck
until his death.
Mr. Keefer, who is a cousin of Gen-
eral Washington, tarough his motner.
Mary Hall, in conversing with Mrs.
Moorhead, found that she has the
locket in her possession and prizes it
highly. He has been hunting for the
locket for years.
Million Bushels of Wheat Wasted.
“During 1905,” writes George R.
Metcalfe, M. E., in the March Tech-
nical World Magazine, ‘the railroads
of the United States ordered new loco-
motives to the number of 6.300, to-
gether with 3,300 passenger cars and
340,000 freight cars. These last fiz-
ures give a good idea of the relative
importance of passenger and freight
traffic to a large railroad. The rail
mills started the new year with ordars
for 2,500,000 tons on their books.
“In spite of these great orders, and
in spite of the best efforts of the rail-
road managers, pile after pile of
thousands of bushels of corn has been
heaped up on the ground in Iowa,
Kansas and Nebraska, for want of
storage room or transportation facili;
ties; while in North Dakota alone
over a million bushels of wheat has
rotted on the ground for want of
freight cars to move it.”
THE EDITOR
Explains How to Keep Up Mental and
Physical Vigor,
A New Jersey editor writes:
“A long indulgence in improper food
brought on a condition of nervous dys-
pepsia, nearly three years ago, SO
severe that I had to quit work entirely.
I put myself on a strict regimen of
Grape-Nuts food, with plenty of out-
door exercise and in a few months
found my stomach so far restored that
the process of digestion gave me pleas-
ure instead of distress.
“It also built up my strength so that
I was able to resume my business,
which is onerous, as I not only edit my
own paper, but also do a great deal of
‘outside’ writing.
“I find that the Grape-Nuts diet en-
ables me to write with greater vigor
than ever before, and without the feel-
ing of brain-fag with which I used to
be troubled. As to bodily vigor—Il can
and do walk miles every day without
fatigue—a few squares used to weary,
me before I began to live on Grape-
Nuts!”
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