UNSELFISHNESS. "Tis commonly asserted, We're all a selfish run, That every blessed fellow Looks out for number one, Land sakes, just look around yom To see ’tis not the case; “he world is overflowing With charity and grace, One Shap has information What figure stocks will be; He does not mean to use it, So sells the tip to me. A bachelor has knowledge Of how to win a maid; He does not mean to use it, So tells me for my aid. We'll all succeed by taking Advice on what to do; €I don’t intend to try it, So tell this plan to vou). ‘McLandburgh Wilson, in The Sun. ‘A Tangled Family. | Tr SX0 HE remarriage of Mrs. VX Vanstone, after a long T widowhood, was the popu- lar gossip of the season, yet no one could the problem and no one seemed entirely satisfied except the new husband. The Vanstone relations were vexed, the ser- vants sulked, and the widow's son and daughter, Charley and Millie, just of age, imagined their prospects blighted. “Oh, George, what shall I do?’ said Mrs. Beverley—which was the lady's new name—ready to cry. “Don’t mind ‘em, my dear!” said her husband, with a great, rolling laugh. “They're only children; they'll grow wiser as they grow older.” But the squire’'s determined good humor aggravated his stepchildren more than any amount of positive op- position would have done, and they made no effort to conceal their feel- ings. “I never, never can call that man father!” said Millie. “My dear, he doesn’t want you to,” said Mrs. Beverley. “I can’t endure the sight of him!" pouted Millie. ‘“And Charley says ex- actly the same thing.” “Charley is a disobedient, ungrate- ful son!” sobbed Mrs. Beverley. But here Mr. Beverley himself came to the rescue. “Young people,” said he, “I don't objget to your making yourselves as miserable as you like, but you mustn't torment your mother. I'll have none of this.” Millie lost no time in carrying this revolutionary speech straight to her brother. “Very well,” said Charley, coolly; “we’ll accept the challenge.” ‘I'll not submit to his tyranny,” said Millie. “I’ve got a plan.” “So have I,” said Charley, “lots of ‘em; only they don’t seem to work when I try to put them into practice.” “I’ve been writing to Louise Vane,” said Millie. “It seems to me as if I had heard the fame before, now that you mention it,” said Charley, rumpling up his brown, curly hair. “But why should you write to her?—and what has she to do _ with our affairs?” “She sympathizes so thoroughly with me,” said Millie. “She considers sec- ond marriages as sinful as I do. And she has asked me to come to her and stay as long as I please. There is a nice hotel in the village, Charley; and her father is very hospitable. And there is a fine supply of trout and de- lightful shooting, Louise writes, and plenty of agreeable society.” “Not a bad idea,” raid Charley, re- flectively. * = * ” * * * “Oh, George, what shall we do?” cried Mrs. Beverley, turning pale when she comprehended that her children were gone. “Give ’em their heads,” said her hus- band, composedly drinking his coffea. “Never drive young colts with too tight a rein. They'll be glad to come back in six weeks or less.” “But it’s such a fuss about nothing,” said Mrs. Beverley, half laughing, half erying. “That's the beauty of it,” said her husband. “That’s precisely what they enjoy!” and the jolly fellow shook with laughter. Louise Vane received her former schoolmate with effusion. Her father, a stately, middle-aged gentleman, spoke a few kindly words of welcome. “Oh, dear!” said Millie, when she wvas alone with her friend, “I do hope we shall not disturb Mr. Vane.” “Nothing disturbs papa,” said Louise, “He will never think of noticing such chicks as we are. Every old maid and widow in the village Las tried to marry him ever since poor mamma died.” “How dare they?’ said indignant Millie. “I think the Legislature ought to pass a law against second marriages. They are wicked, sinful; an outrage on eivilization!” “Of course they are,” said Louise. “But don’t worry, darling. Remember that you are with me now.” And the two callow young doves fluttered into each other's arms, with renewed vows of eternal friendship. Three months of happiness at Vane Lodge followed. Millie and Louise read their favorite authors together, and worked hideous screens and im- possible portieres in crewels. And all this time neither she nor Charley wrote a line to Mrs. Beverley. “] am afraid they have discarded me,” said the poor lady. “I fear that they never mean to forgive me,” she added, with a deep sigh. “My dear, don’t be a goose!” said fer husband. “You don’t regret our marriage do you?" “Never,” said Mrs. Beverley, with a gleam of spirit. “Neither do 1!" sald Mr. Beverley, laughing. But one day Mr. Vane called his daughter into his study, with a serious face, and when she came out she was drowned in tears, and fled straightway to the haven of her dearest friend's room “Darling!” eried Millie, “what is the matter? Tell me, I beseech you.” “The worst that could possibly hap- pen!” eried Louise tragically. “Papa is going to marry again.” Millie crimsouned to the very roots of her hair. “He told me so himself,” said Loulse. “I never stopped to ask him who it was that was to desecrate our happy, happy home. I just clasved my hands and cried, ‘Papa!’ and ran away, sob- bing as if my heart would break. Ob, and I had so hoped that, when I was married, we could stay on here just the same; but with a stepmother, of course, nothing will ever be the same!” “You married, Louise!” cried Millie. “Didn't he tell you? But it only happened this morning. Charley has asked me to be his wife.” “Bat,” faltered Millie, “if your step- mother loved you very much io- deed —"" “IPMiddiesticks!” said Louise; “as if a stepmother could love one! Ob, I hate her already! And you, too, my poor | wounded gazelle, will be driven from solve | your refuge. If I could only offer you a home—" “It's so good of you, darling!” whis- pered Millie. “But I don’t really think that it will be necessary, because, be- cause—" “You're not engaged to be married, too?" almost shrieked Louise, struck with a certain consciousness in her friend's face “Yes, I am,” said Millie, hanging down her head. “And to whom, you precious little conspirator?’ “To—to your father!” said Millie. “Oh, don’t blame me, Louise; indeed, I couldn't help it!”"—Clare Jaynes, in the | 400. PETS OF BRITISH SOLDIERS, One Regiment Had Emu and Kangaroo! Another a Snake, No less than thirty regiments in the Jritish army have pet animals até tached. The dogs of the “Fighting Fifth” and “Jack,” the retriever, of the Twelfth Lancers, march with theit companies when on active service, and have taken part in more than ona battle. The drum horse of the Seventh Hussars—presented by the late Queen Victoria—marches proudly at the head of the men, with white tail and mane flowing. “Billy,” the goat of the Welsh Fusi- liers, is better known, and is a very | showy soldier indeed, as he struts along in all the glory of scarlet coat, with white facings, and the badge and crest of the regiment on his forehead. The Queen's Own Hussars has also | a goat. A deer is the pet of the Seaforth Highlanders. “Antony,” a little don- key, attached himself to the Twenty. sixth Battery while in India, and be: came an established favorite, march- | ing, eating and drinking with the men. A pet bear was the mascot of the Gloucester regiment, but becoming ill tempered had to be shot. The Lancers of New South Wales have an emu and a kangaroo. “Peter,” the goose, became the pet of the Grena- diers while in Canada. limped up to a sentry one night and held up a hurt foot for his inspection. | He attended to the wound, and the bird thereafter refused to leave the camp, so the soldiers adopted it. When the Devonshire regiment was | in India, a snake was for many months adopted as a pet, and, though poison- ous, it never attempted to hurt any member of the company. When the men returned to England this uncanny pet was left behind.—From Reynold's Newspaper. The Paper Habit, “Very old persons,” said an observer, “nearly always, on unfolding their newspapers, turn to the columns of ‘Deaths.’ This is because, in the first place, they are more likely to find news of their friends there than in the col- umn of ‘Marriages,’ or any other part of the paper, and because, in the sec- ond place, they are interested in death | —they have it much in their minds. “Young girls turn first to the society news and weddings and after that to the fashions. Young men of the health, open-air sort turn first to the sporting news, while boys universally turn to this page first. The actor, of course, reads the dramatic columns, and the writer the book reviews, but neither of these departments, I fancy, does any part of the disinterested pub- lic consult first of all. “The elderly gentleman of a pompous appearance reads the editorials first, while his corpulent, cheerful wife reads the recipes on the ‘household’ page. Some clergymen read the wills of the! dead to see what charities have been remembered with bequests. There are many people who read the crimes, the scandals and the shocking accidents first. Poets, as a rule, will not read the newspapers at all.”’—Philadelphia tecord. The World Set Right, One of the most troublesome things | about women—man. A budding genius often has a seedy look. The way to be a hero to your valef is to be your own valet. 1f ice goes away up this summer, as threatened, the most sober of us may be ruined by hard drink.—Boston Trané seript. The City Council of Buenos Ayres has adopted a regulation banishing itinerant musicians from the streets of the place. ” The lame bird | What Coal Tar's Chemists Will Celebrate the Magic Has Done. FIFTY YEARS AGO IT WAS A WASTE BY-PRODULT. Perkin Discovery, Which Did Much to Put the Profession in the Front Rank of Utilitarian Occupations. the ugly black tar, a hitherto waste by-product of coal gas, William Henry Perkin, an Eng- lish chemist, rendered a public service unappreciated at the time, His dis- covery turned the manufacturing in- dustry of the world into new channels and chemistry leaped to the front rank of the professions. That is why the chemists of England, Germany and the United States are now planning a fitting memorial to celebrate the fiftieth memorial of this remarkable discovery. Perkin is not to be memorialized alone for his color discovery. The knowledge of his use of coal tar opened the way for other. chemists to bring their learning to bear, and in rapid succession the world was given artificial perfumes, flavors, carbolic acid, medicines and compounds em- ployed in developing photographic plates. Chemists are now so well ac- quainted with the properties of coal tar that they can almost make a color to order. In perfumes their best known product is ionone, which is the basis of imitation violet; in medicinal products acetanilid, sulphonal, phen- acetine, analgene and antipryine; and | the oil of bitter almonds and saccha- rine are perhaps the best known of the | artificial flavors. | Before Perkin created his sensation, | chemists from the beginning of the | nineteenth century, and even before, had been working for these results. Synthetic or constructive chemistry was their subject, and the years they | put in on tedious research made them | a secluded, reserved class of men, who | to-day would be known -as “grinds.” | Their labors brought them little re- | turns, financially. The gay outside | world regarded them as hermits, | looked patronizingly on, and wondered, | maybe, at the sacrifice. | But all this weary toil was not a | waste of time. Years later, profiting by the studies of the pioneers, a man | appeared who hit upon a solution of | the problem. Artificial color was the | result. The article he made had been | known to exist in indigo, and its con- | stituents were known, but no one be- | fore had ever put them together in a | laboratory. The beauty and the cheap- | ness of the color Perkin made excited | great admiration, especially among | those engaged in supplying the market {with fabrics, and development was ! rapid. Other products followed in quick suc- ! session, and the manufacturing world ceceived an impetus such as it had never known. Results of the chemist’s research work still continue, and each year sees brilliant discoveries added to the records of science. There is no reason now why any’ organic body should not be synthetically made if themists can find what its composition and structure are. The only reason they cannot make an egg is that they do not know how to build the fabric. They have each composite part, but they cannot put them together, and, as one chemist remarked to the writer, “Building the structure doesn’t properly belong to chemistry, any- | way.” | Synthetic quinine is the aim of the large body of chemists engaged in re- Others | are working to produce sugar, and the | men who find these formulae will | make their fortunes. A way to pro- ! juce synthetic quinine has been found, | but it is yet too expensive for commer- | cial purposes. Chemists have just be- | gun to be appreciated in this country. | Forty-five years ago, when the sugar | industry was begun here in the United | States, Professor Chandler, of Colum- | bia University, then a boy still at his | studies, was given a job by a friend i in the storehouses over in Brooklyn. The position was more to help the boy | through his scientific course than any- thing else. “But what shall I do?” asked the | student. | “Do?” his benefactor replied. “Oh, | do anything, but keep out of the way and don’t ask questions!” He who was some day to add his contributions to science took the pat- ronizing friend at his word and did what he wanted to do without going to a superior every day for permission. The experiments and formulae learned in class room and laboratory were put into practical use and soon “the boy out in the back room” began sending in recommendations to headquarters as to savings here, expenditures there, a mass of economic detail that sur- purised the older heads. That was years ago. To-day each sugar plant in the country has a lab- oratory and hundreds of chemists are , employed. They are being taken into factories generally and put at research work and analysis. In competition the house that can produce the cheapest and the best is the successful one and here economy counts—therefore the re- | search chemist. In Germany, where the profession is | farthest advanced, manufacturing es- | tablishments usually have a group of | chemists. Maybe they will work for | years without accomplishing any re- | sults, still their pay continues. Then, | some day, the long-sought process or solution is obtained, and thousands of dollars saved. That is one reason why the Germans and the English excel us in chemical industry. They recognize the chemist’s worth, and have forged ahead through his ingenuity. B Y producing delicate tints from { search work just at present. RRRRRRRIRRRIRRRRRRIRIRRRIRNINANNANANANNNNANN ORR XH RN RN RNR NN BX % XH XX XH KBE XK KERR KX A COOOL TRIRIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRARR RRR RA A AAA SAA SATA RANARIRARARAN * OR NX NX RX XN XN AE EE EEE William Henry Perkin, F. R. 8, LL. D., Ph. D,, D. Sec, V. P. C. 8, is still alive, although this string of abbre. viations after his name might lead some to think differently. He is work- ing patiently in his laboratory in re search study and experiments with just as much zeal as before the day when he made his “strike” in coal tar. Dr. Perkin was born in London on March 12, 1838, and studied chemistry under Dr. A. W. Hofmann at the Royal College of Cherhistry, where he was afterwards assistant in his research laboratory. It was here Dr. Perkin made his coal tar sensation by the discovery of the mauve dye in 1856. He was then only eighteen years of age. Subsequently he became interest- ed in the manufacture of coal tar col. ors, and continued in this work untli 1874. Since then Dr. Perkin’s time has been occupied in research work and writing. His publications are nu- merous, and include a circle range of subjects. Although an Englishman discovered the value of coal tar and English man. ufacturers were the first to put the country’s large deposits of the raw material to practical use, Germany has succeeded in taking the industry away from the Britons, and is now importing the raw material to keep her factories supplied and running. Germany has taken the lead, because the Govern. ment has done everything possible to encourage the profession as well as the industry, and her chemists are masters who lead the world. America produces immense quanti- ties of coal tar. It is formed from the old-fashioned process of making coal gas, and although this system is now out of date, it is still used to make the coal tar now iastead of the gas. A story is told antl vouched for by an eminent authority that illustrates how highly this by-product is valued. It seems that not many years ago on the banks of the Schuylkill River. in Phila. delphia, was a gas works. That was in the days prior to Perkin’s discovery. The gas men had no use for the coal tar, and its rapid accumulation soon became a nuisance and a burden to them. The city would not permit the com- pany to run the tar into the river, so the gas men put down a drain, which ostensibly was to empty into a big underground reservoir, but which real- ly discharged into the river beneath the surface of the water. Coal tar is too thick a substance to mix with water. It congeals just like molasses candy, when in making it you drop it into a glass to see if it has boiled to the proper cons. tency. That is just what the coal tar discharged from this Phila- delphia gas works did. When it flowed from the pipes of the gas works into the river it sank into a pocket in the river bottom, and formed a hard, solid deposit, gradually accumulating in size as the years rolled on. Then the new process of making gas came into vogue, and the old works on the Schuylkill were abandoned. Several years after the value of the despised coal tar became known, a sharp-witted chemist, in nosing around the old gas works on the Schuylkill, discovered the drain pipe, and follow- ing it up found that the output of coal tar for years had been emptied into the river. It did not take long to engage a diver and set him to work, with the result that the rich deposit was located, finally brought to the surface and utilized to a considerable profit. The chemical industry is on the gain here in America, and is coming up with rapid bounds. One thing that has acted to keep it down is the present tax on alcohol, which, it is expected, will be removed by this session of Con- gress. Alcohol is a great solvent, and in the different processes of manufac- ture and research work is used in great quantities. Not in the United States, however. Here at $2.50 a gallon it is prohibitive. Alcohol can be made for fifteen cents a proof gallon, yet the tax on it here is $1.10 for every proof gallon made. It seems strange, but it is nevertheless true. In England and in Europe there is not this handicap, and with such a difference in the price existing in favor of the foreigners, one advantage they hold in research work is plain to be seen. Sentiment and a popular agita- tion on intemperance has helped great- ly in influencing the Government to maintain its tax on alcohol. The United States has been against any policy which should encourage the pro- duction of alcohol as a beverage, and the enforcement of the law has cost the Government a lot of money. The moonshiners in the mountains and the illicit distillers in the crowded cities have been the transgressors. Chemists acknowledge the danger of taking down all bars and permitting the wholesale manufacture of all kinds of alcohol. They have, however, at last made it plain to Congress that the sort of alcohol they wish to use in their profession is as different from rum alcohol as whisky is from water. The New York section of the Society of Chemical Industry, which has done so much to advance all branches of the profession in America, is the grou of men who are now working to raise a Perkin memorial in the form of a scholarship to encourage chemical res search.—H. I. C,, in New York Post. Indiana paid $72,178,259 in wages in factories in 1305. HE WAS NOT A PATRIOT, Until He Caught Sight of the Flag, and He Was Hypnotized. “I am not a patriot,” sald the grouch; “that is not the ‘my-country- right-or-wrong’ kind. That sort of pa triotism is only an enlarged egotism--it is founded on the mere accident of birth. The owner of it loves his coun- try, and believes in it solely because he was born in it, He thinks it must be a great country to have produced him. Now, I get at my patriotism—if you can call it that—the other way round, I love and honor my country for the ideals and ideas it represents, and after having compared it with other coun- tries and found it better. If compari- son had demonstrated that the cause of humanity was better served by some other country, I would rank that first in my esteem. I was born human by the law of heaven—boundaries estab- lished by man governed my American nativity. “But, as I said, I love this land for what it is doing for humanity. I be- lieve in it, and would fight to extend its boundaries over the whole earth, so long as its lofty ideals are maintained. My country is an idea—the American idea—and knows no boundaries nor rules. It isn't a government; it is a people, a people striving toward a sub- lime end. The government may be vested for a time in the hands of un- worthy men: an oligarchy of special in- terests that seek to exploit the nation may use it for selfish ends. The ordi- nary ‘my-country-right-or-wrong’ kind of patriot is as wax in the hands of such schemers. He thinks that the gov- ernment is the country. Thank heav- ens! there are enough reasoning pa- triots to offset the machinations of the schemers and gullibility of that kind of patriot—or there have been, hereto- fore, and the American idea marches grandly on. “Sometimes it has to do bloody deeds to win its way. It has to kill a few hundred Moros in order to benefit mill- jons. Some chicken-hearted persons call this cruel. They would not call it cruel if the few hundred Moros were suffered to check the onsweep of the great ideal and savagery were per- mitted to work its evil will because we refrained from interference. They would call it ‘Providence.’ Those peo- ple always blame God for their sins of omission. They are not patriots of any kind, being false even to humanity. “As for me, I discriminate; I—"" and just then we came in sight of “Old Glory” floating from the flagpole of the high school. The grouch doffed his hat and. a wrapt and reverent expression came over his rugged features. “God bless the flag!” he said devoutly. “I reckon I'd follow it wherever it led. It kinder hypnotizes you.”—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. WORDS OF WISDOM. Let past errors serve as warning guides to future excellence. When duty coincides with interest, honesty in office is made easy. The battle is never to the strong where brains are given half a show. In the last analysis, most human lore is mainly simile and metaphor. Most of us want to cast our bread upon the waters with a string tied to it. Not all is harmony that sweetly chimes, nor yet all poetry that aptly rhymes. “Strait is the gate and narrow is the way,” to those who would the moral law obey. When we speed to the devil's house, woman takes the lead by a thousand steps.—Goethe. Riches may “shrivel the soul,” but poverty is equally hard on the suppers. —Chicago Tribune. When joyous, a woman's license is not to be endured; when in terror, she is a plague.—Aeschylus. Modesty in woman is a virtue most deserving, since we do all we can to cure her of it.—Lingree. An optimist is a man who always hopes for the best, and when he gets It hopes for something better. There are a great many times in our lives when our “strength is to sit still.” Motion is good in its time, but so is meditation, so is quiet study, so is pa- tient waiting on God. If a bucket is to be filled from a ssout of water, the best place for that bucket is to keep it un- der the stream until it is full. We soon run empty of grace, and need re- plenishing, need to be ‘filled unto all the fullness of God.”—Theodore Cuy- ler. All Recognized Her. The four old captains or Salt Marsh, after carefully studying the attrac- tions offered by the mind reader who was to held forth in the town hall, decided to attend the entertainment. “We can zo right from the post of- fice when mail’s in,” said Captain Gregg, most adventurous of the four, “and there doesn’t seem to be any need to consult our women folks, so far as [ know. Most likely we shan’t stay more’'n a few minues.” They were all agreed as to the ad- visability of this plan, and the next evening saw them seated in the last row, with interest written on their faces. After a few preliminary exhibitions which caused the scattered audience to gasp and wriggle, the mind-reader said in a solemn tone: “There is one person in this audi- ence who has been thinking ever since he came in here of a person who is perhaps the strongest influence in his life—a small, determined looking wom- an, with eyes that snap and—" At this point the four old captains rose as if moved by a single spring and filed from the hall. When they reached the safety of the'steps, Captain Gregg turned to the others and spoke in a hoarse whisper: “Which one of us do you suppose he meant?’—Youth’s Companion. « were swollen, Ths Point of the Proverb. ‘An old proverb advises the shoe maker to stick to his last, It means that a man always succeeds best at the business he knows, To the farmer ft means, stick to your plow; to the blacksmith, stick to your forge; to the painter, stick to your brush, When we make experiments out of our line they ure likely to prove expensive failures. It is amusing, however, to remark how every one of us secretly thinks he could do some other fellow's work bet. ter than the other fellow himself, The pamter imagines he can make paint better than the paint manufacturer; the farmer thinks he can do a job of painting better, or at least cheaper than the painter, and so on. A farm hand in one of Octave Thanet's stories tells the Walking Del- egate of the Painters’ Union, “Any- body can slather paint;” and the old line painter tells the paint salesman, “None of your ready made mixtures for me; I reckon I ought to know how to mix paint.” The farm hand is wrong and the painter is wrong: “Shoemaker, stick to your last.” The “fancy farmer” can farm, of course, but it is an ex- pensive amusement. If it strikes him as pleasant to grow strawberries at fifty cents apiece, or to produce eggs that cost him five dollars a dozen, it is a form of amusement, to be sure, if he can afford it, but it's not farming. If a farmer likes to slosh around with a paint brush and can afford the time and expense of having a practical painter do the job right pretty soon afterward, it's a harmless form of amusement, If the painter’s customers can afford to stand for paint that comes off in half the time it should, they have a perfect right to indulge his harmless vanity about his skill in paint making. But in none of these cases does the shoemaker stick to his last. There is just one class of men in the world that knows how to make paint properly and have the facilities for doing it right; and that is the paint manufacturers—the makers of the standard brands of ready-prepared paints. The painter mixes paints; the paint manufacturer grinds them to- gether. In a good ready-prepared paint every particle of one kind of pigment is forced to join hands with a particle of another kind and every bit of solid matter is forced, as it were, to open its mouth and drink in its share of linseed oil. That is the only way good paint can be made, and if the painter knew Low to do it he has nothing at hand to do it with. A paint pot and a paddle are a poor substitute for power-mixers, buhr-mills and rolier-mills. The man who owns a building and neglects to paint it as often as it needs paint is only a degree more short- sighted than the one who tries to do his own painting or allows the painter to mix his paint for him. I. G. Richest Goid Fieid. Kalgoorlie, Western Australia, is one of the newest and richest gold fields in the world. The following advertisement was prominently dis- played in a recent issue of the Kal- goorlie Miner: ‘Watch the progress of the British elections. Balfour, the coercionist, is defeated. Should his mate, Chamberlain, be also defeated, all comers can indulge in a little ‘light refreshment’ free of charge for a period of six hours, from 10 a. m. to 4 p. m.,, at Paddy Whalen’s Sham- rock Hotel.” ULCERS IN EYES. Awful Discharge From Eyes and Noses Grateful Mother Stromgly Rec- ommends Cuticura. “I used the Cuticura Remedies eight years ago for my little boy who had ulcers in the eyes, which resulted from vaccina- tion. His face and nose were in a bad state also. At one time we thought he would lose his sight forever, and at that time he was in the hospital for seven or eight months and under specialists. The discharges from the eyes and nose were bad and would have left scars, I feel sure, had it not been for the free use of the Cuticura Remedies. But through it all we used tne Cuticura Soap, Ointment and Resolvent, and lots of it, and I feel grate- ful for the venefit he received from them. The Cuticura Resolvent seemed to send the trouble out, the Ointment healed it outwardly, and the Soap cleansed and healed both. He is entirely cured now, but since then I have bought the Cuticura Resolvent to cleanse and purify the blood, and the Soap I cannot speak too highly of as a cleansing and medicinal beautifier. Mrs. Agnes Wright, Chestnut St., Irwin, ta., Oct. 16, 1905.” The Universal Washday. “Wash-day is Monday every- where,’" said a globe-trotter. He made a gesture of amazement. “How strange that is,” he said. “We believe in the Bible, the Al- gerians believe in the Koran, but both of us believe in the same wash- day. “The Germans, the English, the South Americans, Arabs, the Japs, the Chinese, all have Monday for wash-day. Go where you will over the world, and on Monday clothes, white and wet from the tub, flap lazily in the wind.—Philadelphia Bulletin. French, the tha TWICE-TOLD TESTIMONY. 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