Cashion Advance. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 31, 1901 Page: 3 of 8
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a Wry for help\
Result of a Prompt Reply. — Two
Letters from Mrs. Watson, Pub-
lished by Special Permission.—
For Women's Eyes Only.
March 15, 1S99.
To MRS. PINKIIAM, Lynk, Mass.:
" Dear Madam: —I am suffering from inflammation of th«
ovaries and womb, and have been for eighteen months. I have a
continual pain and soreness in my back and tule. 1 am only tree
from pain when lying down, or sitting in an easy chair. When
1 stand I suffer with severe pain in my sule and back. l t>o-
troubles wcro caused by over work and lifting some years
lieve
ago.
my
"life a dra<* to me, and I sometimes feel like giving up ever
being a well woman; have become careless and unconcerned about
everything. I am in bed now. 1 have had several doctors, but tliey
diu me but little good.
"Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound lias been recommended
to me'by a friend, and I have made up my nnnd to give it a
fair trial.
'• L write this letter with the hope of hearing from you in regard
to mv case." — Mrs. S. J. Watson, Hampton, Ya.
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KI>. -We hare deposited with the National City Hank of Lynn, $50p0,
which will bo paid to any person who can ti nd that the above testimonial letters
arc not gem"™, or Cre publbhodMc™, pM.
forsaking all Others
By AMELIA DUGHEMIN
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CHAPTER XI t Continued.)
No one ever knew what passed in
that interview. Harvey briefly tol.l
his wife he had begged for forgiveness
ft' un-
allud-
Kovember 27, 1890.
'• Dkar Mrs. Pixkham: — I feel it my duty to acknowledge to
ron the beneiit that your advice and Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound have done for me.
" 1 had been suffering with female troubles for some time, could
walk but a short distance, had terrible bearing down pains in lower
part of my bowels, backache, and pain in ovary. 1 used your medicine
for four months and was so much better that I could walk three times
the distance that 1 could before.
" 1 ain to-day in better health than I have been for more than
two years, and 1 know it is all due to Lydia E. Piukham s \ egetablo
Compound.
1 recommend your advic© and medicine to all women who suffer.
— Mas. S. J. Watson, Hampton, Va.
This is positive proof that Mrs. Pinkham is more competent to
advise sick women than any other person. Write her. It costs you
nothing.
and gained it, but the
between GUdys and himself
never be renewed she was through
with the life of which he had been a
part. When Helen threw herself in
bis arms in a passion of grief lor ha\ -
irg done him hurt while striving only
for his benefit, he kissed her sadly. It
was all a mistake, he said; he had
been the more culpable of the two.
Together they would take up I
der the new conditions, never
ins to the errors of the past.
Hp was very kind, very gentle; but
there was that in his manner and look
which told her Harvey, tho boy. was
dead, to make way for the grave, al-
most stern man who henceforth walk-
ed by her side through life, affection-
ate and true, yet with the ineffable
quality that tinges the humblest mar-
riage with romance forever stricken
from his love.
Within a year after her departure
Gladys was married to a man slightly
her junior, whose wealth doubled hers.
Her beauty and vivacity made her the
center of a wide social circle, and hav-
ing been shut away from city pleas-
ures so long she enjoyed them now
with childlike enthusiasm. Engrossed
in a bewildering happy prrsant the
past became to her a dream, and attci
the arrival of her first child, a halt
forgotten one.
The house In Rockvllle was sold,
and long years passed before she again
saw Harvey. In the careworn mau
with stooping shoulders she found it
difficult to recognize her once bind-
some boy. He was only forty, but
life had gone hard with him. There j
were many mouths to feed at home,
and all Helen's thrift could not make
one dollar do more than the work of
two.
l.ong ago Gladys had wholly forgot-
gotten her grievances, but not the a;
fection for which she had sacrificed
so much. Even now, though she had
many sons of her own, she loved her
unfortunate boy too well to allow hi'.n
to endure anything approaching pri-
vation. and with her husband s assist-
ance secured to Harvey an annuity
sufficient to place him ami his family
well above need. Phebe, an old wom-
an then, grumbled when the news
was told her; but really she was
pleased; even her anger could not en-
dure forever. And Harvey had been
her boy as well as Gladys'.
So all were in their way happy and
content—all but one. it is hard for
the covetous soul to come near to for-
tune yet never grasp it; and even
when better days had dawned, and
want was forever set at bay. the bit-
ter knowledge that she had doomed
her husband to a struggle with pov-
erty that robbed him of youth and
hope and ambition was with Helen
Atherton all the days of her life.
(The End.)
years of hard, unremitting labor to at-
tain. Then he enlisted.
He gained his title on his first dis-
play in the riding school, where, after
old relations j short ride on the neck of the ruling
ou''' I master's pet buck jumper, he turned [
deathly pale and cried aloud that he
might be allowed to dismount.
The horse at once gratified his desire .
by throwing him on to the tan. where j
he lay trembling in every limb, much |
to the diversion of a couple of rough 1
riders who were standing by. They j
were quick to Inform their respective ;
squadrons, and, his former occupation j
being known, he was promptly chrls- j
tencd White Feather.
In those dark days it was the joy
of the more hardy recruits to take him
aside solemnly and request the service
of three-pence three farthings worth
of white feathers. Any morsel of
down or fluff that might lloat into the
barracks was promptly captured and
presented to hini with due ceremonies
by Trumpeter Pipes, the low comedian
of the regiment.
The older men forbore to join in
with these somewhat tiring repetitions
of a stale joke. They remembered
their own experiences in the riding
school and recognized that White
Feather was a quiet and inoffensive
fellow, devoid of the impudence and
bad manners peculiar to recruits and
respectful and helpful to his seniors.
The sergeant instructor, too, after a
time took a fancy to his timid recruit,
and took extra trouble to teach hini
how to keep his heels out. his hands
down and bis head up.
"I've made smart cavalrymen out o'
Uoer bulleta
heavy rain.
Ill full sight of the whole anuy their
squadron had crossed the Boer front
amid a hail bullets which had
i brought 20 men' to earth.
White Feather's horse bad been shot
! under him. and, at the risk of his life.
I he had carried the wounded trumpeter
j into the shelter of the bowlders. He
! was unhurt, but trembled In every limb
' from fear and great exertion.
From between two bowlders he
I peeped out and saw. anild the bodies
of men and horses that littered the
j plain, a wounded man crawling on his
hands and knees amid a spatter of
bullets that were kicking puffs of dust
from the dry earth all around him.
It was his captain.
White Feather watched him for a
moment; then he saw him stop and
lie down on his side despairingly. He
could crawl no more.
"I will, for her sake!" He murmured
between his clenched teeth, and, rising
from the shelter of the rock, he faced
the hail of death that pattered to the
earth around him.
As he walked into the open a faint
cheer reached his ears from the Brit-
ish troops half a mile behind him. I h"
Royal artillery backed him with a
shrieking flight of shrapnel, which
whistled for a moment overhead, then
burst over the Uoer lines a quarter of
a mile away in a shower of bullets
that for a moment quelled the storm
around him.
He reached the wounded man, lifted
him on his back and returned step by
step to where Trumpeter Pipes lay
hidden.
The trumpeter gave him a faint
"Bravo!" as he staggered and fell with
his burden into the kindly shelter of
the rock.
That was White Feather's reward..
On a distant hill the British com-
mander shut his field glasses with a
snap.
"Tell the general to keep down the
fire on the right there and gel those
I bigger duffers than you," he used to I men in from behind those bowlders,"
remark encouragingly a.s he flicked I he said to his aid. "and bring me that
j White Feather's horse into a canter,
"and I'll make a rider o' you, or I'll j
break your nock!" White Feather's
neck remained unbroken so it is to b ■
presumed that the sergeant instructor
fulfilled his word.
Presently he began to lose the hang-
dog look of suppressed terror with
which he had been accustomed to en-
i ter the riding school and to acquire
the easy swagger of a cavalryman. His ;
: chest, contracted by long hours at the
counter, developed under healthy train- j
ing. Fresh air and much exercise
helped White Feather's development,
which had been sadly retarded by the
heavy, gas-laden atmosphere ill which
he had lived. His nerves acquired tone,
and he learned to take a tumble now j
and then as a matter of course and to
lire bis carbine without shutting his ] Tli«r ar« Many Remunerative Occupa-
man's name. If he is alive, tell him
that 1 saw it all and that I'm going
to reeoiufnend him for the cross. Never
saw a finer show of fire discipline la
my life!" added the commander to
himself as bis aid galloped off.
White Feather's eyes glistened as h
received tlie message and heard the
I cheer that swept along the lines as
he was carried in.
"Perhaps l shall get that commis-
j slon after all." he said to himself;
I "then she will think more of me!"
* * * * *
Perhaps it was just, as well that he
died five minutes later—this faithful
worshiper of a goddess of clay.
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You seldom dampen a man's ardor
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When you buy bluing, ask for Red
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and s'.irkiTH are tin- best waterproof littr-
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In time. Bold by drugglBtn.
Allowance in European Armies.
Nine ounces of sugar is the extra
allowed in the British army; Russian
soldiers get two gallons of beer; Ger-
man. seven ounces of butter, and Span-
ish three pounds of salt fish.
It is sometimes easier to step into
another man's shoes than it is to walk
\u tin m.
The world is a prison from which no
man need hope to escape alive.
Many a small man has a large heart
— and vice versa.
To enjoy good health it is necessary t®
keep the digestive organs in perfect con-
dition: Garfield Tea is the most success-
ful remedy for all forms of indigestion.
The bank towel is a sort of tiuancial
crash.
Any cough is serious enough to war-
rant prompt attention. It is what it
may result in that makes a cough
dangerous. For all slight and stub-
horn coughs, for grippe, lung fever,
bronchitis, asthma and other throat
and lung affections, you can tind no
other remedy so agreeable and harm-
less, or so promptly effective as Mor-
lev's Honey Pectoral. Price 25 cents.
Ask your druggist.
Some girls never discover they have
hearts till after they are lost.
FITS Permanently Cured. No tit* <>r nervousness after
tlr-f dav's u e of Dr. Kline'* <ireat Nerve Kewtorer.
Send f. V FHKK WJ.OO thai bottle and treatise,
j DH. It. 11. Ki.isk, I,ttl.,y:!l Arch St., 1 Uiladclphia, Pa.
I Soap is one of the few things that
I should be handled without gloves.
i ♦ 5X5X5 • • • • • 5X5 • •
White Feather
... .........
There is 110 neeil to mention the
name of his regiment here. That is a
secret that belongs to the army alone.
Suffice it to say that his comrades arc
proud of his name.
He should never have entered the
irmy at all, much less a hard riding
rivalry regiment which had a reputa-
tion to sustain by a yearly tribute of
broken necks and collar bones.
His proper vocation was that of a
linen draper's assistant, and he had
filled that occupation very satisfactory
till one evil day he had fallen in love
with a girl, a silly, shallow girl, at
whom no practical man or boy woul 1
have taken a second look.
He adored her, and she adored sol-
diers. Ill their walks abroad she would
direct his steps toward the Horse
guards or Wellington barracks, that
she might gaze in admiration at the
fine, strapping soldiers who were to
be seen there, and every time she
pinched his arm and exclaimed: "Oh,
Jack, look at that lovely soldier!" his
heart gave him a pang at the thought
that he was only a draper's assistant,
with nothing in common with the
military but the handling of red cloth!
He was a dreamer by nature, and fall-
ing in love did not lessen his weak-
ness in this direction. Dreaming is
pardonable in a poet, but an unpardon-
able crime in a linen draper's assist-
ant, and as he stood at his counter his
mind was far away from his work. In-
stead of listening to the "Forward!"
of the shopwalker he could only hear
the short-flung word of command and
the blare of the bugles that sounded
through his dreams: wherefore it was
not long before he came into conflict
with his practical chief. A few shai p
words passed. He threw up in three
seconds a position it had
<•yea and blanching at the explosion of
the cartridge.
"Blow me, if lie isn't going to shape
1 into a man at last!" quoth the ser-
geant instructor.
Then a great blow fell upon him. He
I received one morning a letter from
the girl to tell him that she had given
him up in favor of a shopwalker who
had expectations of being set up in
business by his father. She admitted
that she had adored soldiers and that
she had caused him to enter the
| army for her sake. But she had
j omitted to state that the soldiers she
adored were soldiers who possessed the
Queen's commission and who wore
stars instead of a worsted stripe.
If poor White Feather was a physi-
cal coward, he was a moral hero. There
Is 110 chance of a display of feeling in
a barrack room so, like the Spartan
boy of old, he hugged his trouble to
him, slipping the cheap little engage
tloun for Women.
One thrifty woman who had watched
the vegetables and fruit rotting day
by day at her grocer's, and which were
a dead loss to him, proposed that they
enter into an arrangement in the fu-
ture whereby she should preserve and
pickle his entire surplus, either for
regular pay or upon commission, in the
latter case he furnishing the sugar and
spices. Another woman, with sharp
business instincts, a butcher's wife,
made up soup stock, and found a ready
sale for it to many overworked house-
keepers. Still another, who knew but
one thing thoroughly, and that was
cookery, called every morning at cer-
tain physicians offices and formed a list
of families in which sickness prevailed
To these families she offered to come
every day for an hour or so and pre-
pare in their own homes mutton broth,
beef extract, chicken jelly, panada,
gruels, fruit and herb drinks, wine
whey, custard, etc., furnishing her
ment ring with which he had sealed
his troth into his pocket without a j time and labor cheaper than the arti-
sign beyond the twitching of his white j cies could be bought at restaurants or
lips. Then he lit his pipe with the i women's exchanges. Some women are
letter, not out of contempt, but because j specialists in one branch, such as
there is little privacy accorded in the handkerchief embroidering. lamp-
correspondence that comes to the bar- j shade making, fan painting, feather
rack room, and a private soldier is not j curling, glove cleaning, and the like,
provided with a desk wherein to keep or can make beautiful neck scarfs, or
his faded flowers and other sentimen- | launder fine laces. Such can easily
tal tokens of the past.
The blow was a very heavy one, for
White Feather was without the world-
ly knowledge that should have told
him long since that he had fixed his
affections upon a vulgar, selfish and
brainless flirt, and he still believed in
her.
For her sake he had learned to over-
come his physical cowardice. He had
dreamed of a possible commission in
the dim future and had rejoiced In the
recently acquired promotion as a step
toward her.
For her sake, too. he received the
news cheerfully when the word passed
through the barracks that the regi-
ment was ordered to South Africa to
meet the Boers. He knew that he was
by nature a coward, but for the mem-
ory of her he swore an oath to him-
self to do his duty without sparing
himself in the coming fight.
make their specialty pay, some by the
aid of friends, some by the patronage
of dealers in such goods, some by a
house to house canvass made by them-
selves. A young girl in one of the large
eastern cities was recently puzzled fo-
unding herself left almost helpless and
homeless, with no talent in any one
direction. There was but one thing of
which she never tired, and that was
of children, all of whom seemed to
adore her; so this young girl went out.
at so much an hour to amuse sick and
irritable children. Many a worn-out
mother found her presence a most
grateful repose. She was indefatigable
in inventing new games and perfecting
old ones, and her naturally retentive
memory came also to her aid as a
story-teller. It is the woman who takes
advantage of opportunities, the woman
who can plan as well as execute, whom
the world wants and for whom it will
push its ranks apart to make place.
"Look 'ere, old chap, we ain't going
to call you White Feather no more!"
said Trumpeter Pipes as they lay to-
gether behind the shelter of a large
After a man has sown his wild oats
in the years of his youth he has still
every year to get over a few weclL*
taken six [ bowlder, against the face of which the and days of folly.—Illchter.
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