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Hennessey Clipper.
N. F. DAVES, Publisher.
HENNESSEY, - OKLAHOMA.
CURRENT COMMENT.
An Atlanta paper points out that it
was not unlucky that there were 12
original states. Mighty unlucky tc
John Bull.
A New York man announces his
twenty-second baby. Is the American
eagle giving way to the stork as the
national bird?
Five thousand homeless people in
Martinique may not be as bad as it
sounds. In Martinique, as in Califor
Dia, people have houses only to put
things in. They live outdoors.
John I). Rockefeller, whoso hostility
to the liquor business closed the fa-
mous Weddell hotel in Cleveland as
poon as the Standard pil man got con
trol of it. may build a temperance ho-
tel on part of the Weddell house site.
Prof. Starr, of Chicago university
say8 it is not wrong to eat a man
when he is dead, although it is wrong
to kill him. That's a magnificent
$5,000,000 failure that Rockefeller has
on the midway plaisance, otherwise
Chicago university.
Hives of bees with their living
winged occupants busily engaged in
making honey will be a feature of
Colorado's exhibit at the world's fair.
Nineteen counties of t he state will con
tribute to the collection of bees and
honey, making the display a large
t>nc.
Might stop lynching by having one
trial instead of three—that of the cor-
oner. the justice of the peace and tho
circuit or district judge. There's too
much fumbling before justice can draw
her sword. But a lot of petty officials
would lose their f«*s*. and that's terri-
ble.
Km( xl free t!«:iv«ry •. s so p.'p i-
lar Hi \t 12.S00 ..ppilv. t.cr.s for opening
new routes are oi. ti." it the post office
department. This new postal feature
Is a decided a.d to the good roadu
movement. Old ruts and mudbolcs
disappear when they Impede the daily
iound fct the welcome mail wagon.
Employes of the steel trust will
now appreciate more fully the philan-
thropic motive of the company that
permitted them to invest their earn-
ings in common stock at a liberal dis-
count, which, however, has been left
by the slump far above present mar-
ket quotations. As «'i clever device for
unloading, the "stock-holding profit-
sharing" plan beats them all.
Hani- Monk, the stage driver of tho
pioneer days in the far west, was im-
mortalized by Mark Twain in his
"Roughing If." The stage coach in
which Hank Monk got Horace Greeley
to Placerville "on time" and the gold
watch that was presented to the in-
trepid Jehu because of his record-
breaking trip will be among the Inter-
esting curios at the world's fair, St.
Louis, in 1004.
Shortage of cars in the Pittsburg (Pa.)
district is responsible for the idleness
of about 12,0u0 miners. The car con-
ditions are said to be worse than at
any time last year, and it is predicted
that by next month the shortage will
be so severe that the consequent
freight congestion cannot be "relieved
for months. That is an alarming
prospect, with the winter and its
storms approaching.
One by one the escaped convicts
from the California state prison are
being picked up and re-incarcerated.
The fugitive from justice who has in-
curred the penalties of outlawry has
a hard time to avoid the officers of
the law in these days of quick com-
munication. The old days when the
escaped convict could keep ahead of
the news, or find a retreat not reache.;
by information of his exploits, are
gone forever.
The whole continent of Africa is in
a state of geographical trasformation
Within short p id it was i > i
mostly by aborki!.- . JCow there is
a great movement toward the cent r
by France and England on the north
end by Portugal, England. (Imhh,.
and Prance on all other side s. At ia Is
anothe.' theater of th whiu>
aggression. The entire souther in
coast is now under attack, while L i
fia Is making the boundary line I
tween her domains and China ami In-
dia to v. arp and sway lik< a slack n io
In a stctm.
A. .1 Cawatt, president of the Pi i
sylvania railroad, draws the laruc^t
salary of any railroad official in the
United States. 11 * ■ is credited with re-
ceiving $7."),000 a year. A number of
other railroad presidents receive
000 a year « ach. lit the matter ol il
arles the industrials appear to be
more liberal than the railroads. S. 0
T. Dodd, the general solicitor of the
Standard Oil company, probably re-
ceives as large a salary a any person
In the country. Including commis-
sions he is understood to receive $'J"i'.-
000 a year.
Electric launches, large electric
barges, Venetian gondolas and a lai ■<
number of other small craft will c.tn\
visitors over the two milts of water
way during the world's fair. Th -
electric launches and barges will ply
along a regular course, carrying pas-
sengers between stations the same as
tho intramural railroad. A lent tin
will be a fleet of boats of all nations,
including the houseboat of China, the
Halso ot India, the out riggers of th^
South Sen islanders, the swrf boats of
Hawaii, the canoes and dug-outs of
the American Indian.
REST.
!h«re !* a little grove beside the hill
Vhire uspens shake and thrill,
Vith silver stems beneath their gllmmer-
ii.a green
gainst the pln« s" dark screen.
V nd all day lung tho rain unceasing
weave*,
ilipple* of light among their tremulous
lea \ < s«
Mid all day long the moss against their
feet
Tufted, and starred, and sweet.
Plashes in flickering splendor with the
crown
Of diamond drops swept down.
Through pillared arches or the forest
aisles.
Sacred untrodden nr'ies.
I'he voiceless throngs In this God's temple
• lini
How to the rain's soft hymn;
Walls on whose pile nor axe nor hammer
wrought
The Master-builder's thought,
t'nehlseled l'ont and granite altar stair
Wait on the worldle'ss prayer.
And overhead against a brooding >-ky
The priestly pine trees high
With lifted hands Invoke on vale, and
crest
Infinitudes of rest.
Mabel Karle, In the Atlantic.
,ontentment.
BY S. RHl'TT NOMAS.
omomomomomo^ono
JAM CONTENTED with my lot. And
1 I venture the assertion that very
few men of my acquaintance can, with
make a similar state-
ment.
To be satisfied with what one has,
whether a bread-and-cheese existence
or one in which truffles abound, is the
essence of philosophy, the height of
wisdom, and the only basis of content-
ment.
Well. I flatter myself I have reached
that subli.ne pinnacle of perfect satis-
faction. with conditions, as fate and my
own determined efforts have made
them, and no outside element can
henceforth disturb them or me.
The time was when the ardor and
impetuosities of youth led me into
snares and pitfalls in plenty, when am-
bitions beckoned and 1 followed, and
when, like Marc Antony, 1 believed the
world could well be lost for the slow
smile of certain lips and the glance of
eyes as deeply blue, as fathomless and
mysterious as some land-locked moun-
tain lake.
That was ages ago. Like other men,
I had my lesson to learn, and I found it
repulsively hard.
But now, I know it, and know it
thoroughly. There are no surprises
ahead of me. where men and women
are concerned. 1 can afford to smilo
over the crudities and absurdities of
the time when I had enthusiasms and
a belief in worth, goodness, disinter-
estedness and other mythical virtues,
and I lojig since ceased envying Arthur
bis fireside divinity, the woman with
blue eyes, my once Cleopatra, the same
who threw me over for a better parti,
she thought, which was a miscalcula-
tion on her part, because to-day I am
a very much wealthier man than Ar-
thur. thanks to some copper mines in
Colorado. Where was the harm? The
aim in life for all is riches.
To reach to contentment all a man
has to do is to attend strictly to his
business, do a little speculating by way
of diversion, and push his interests
further atfeld.
And if rurally inclined, as I am. with
an inherited taste for landed estate,
gotten from forbears who were lords
of much domain, he will lint! that life
can be made very satisfactory by buy-
ing a place like this one, and that a
man can do without those feverish and
exacting affections called family ties,
which, thank God, 1 propose to con-
tinue to ignore.
I was idly jotting down the above
random thoughts last evening with a
delighted appreciation of my freedom
from cumbersome burdens, when a dis-
patch was handed me by Thomas.
Did I say a man can order his own
fate and maintain it. within what
boundaries, and on what lines his incli-
nations prompt?
Well, I was mistaken. It seems there
is a fatality (the pious call it a Wise
Providence) which takes pleasure in
.tei i ing In and ordering differently,
.-.nd with diabolical malice to thrust up-
on you the moral obligations of an old-
time friendship, compassion for the
hclp!< ; and Other promptings of a like
na.'Mre, until you are a helpless puppet
and must needs dance when the strings
are pulled.
Of couive. I was sorry to hear of Ar-
thur's death.
1 never ha ' any feeling but one of
• < i:'empi or his character, he was al-
\v.;\s double-faced, and a plausible
young sneaU, but we were boys togeth-
er, and the very fact of my always
hearing the brunt and shielding him
when a reckoning came to us for our
various and frequent escapades, made
me fond of the handsome little fellow,
although Cod knows he was selfish
and heartless enough.
1 have oiten wondered by what tor-
tuous methods he got between Aline
and me
It v a- during those years when I was
out In the far west seeking the for-
tune I found eventually in the copper
mines, the hot anger and pain of his
treachery and her loss was over, long
_•« trs afterwards I realized I had been
too hasty.
Was it a trap laid for me? Perhaps
Aline was also fooled. I have some-
times thought it.
Well. 1 forgave her. and when the
news of her death came to me. the
a lies of memory were but lightly
stirred.
Now this telegram, followed by a let-
ter front old 1'cnroy, Arthur's lawyer,
is far more di ^quieting.
I find ".ly-eif the appointed guardian
of a \o girl of whom 1 know absc
iutelj ij 1 ilng, v i; \ •• uddt n rphan*
age thrusts her upon me and makes
' her entirely dependent on my decis-
' ions and judgment.
If this overwhelming and stupendous
j charge was Arthur's son, 1 would wel-
come him but with distrust, recollect-
ing his father's many failings, but I
would cheerfully do the best 1 could
for him.
; 1 would have brought him here for
his vacations and shipped him off to
college, and looked after him as well,
or as badly, as fathers usually look
| after their offspring. I would have
stood by him, and pulled him out of
I the inevitable difficulties he would
i have gotten into, as is the way with
' youth.
| But the ward Providence, in its fan-
j t astir decrees, has seen fit to afflict me
with a girl.
Her name is Alma, and she is grow-
ing up to womanhood, so Penroy says
in his epistle.
Of course, she must come to Bran-
leigh Hall. I have instructed my
housekeeper. Mrs. Brown, to pcpparc
for her, and it is evident the advent of
this disturbing element in our orderly
household is no more to her liking than
to mine. £
Well, it can't be helped Fate has
willed It. The child will be here this
afternoon and until I have arranged to
send her to some college—there again,
! difficulty No. 1 looms up. What do I
I know which college is fitting for a
. girl's education? What influences
I should surround an unformed feminine
mind on the verge of womanhood?
My gray hairs and tiiat experience
which I pride myself is varied and ex-
tensive, for having been accumulated
at a vast cost to myself, stops short
at the education and bringing up of a
girl.
Perhaps she will bring herself up.
with a complete scorn of my authority.
If she is at all discerning and realiy.es
on what uncertain theories and ideas
it rests, she will certainly disregard it.
Ah. my boasted quietude! My life of
calm, and undisturbed contentment—
what will become of you, with thi3 un-
welcome clement thrust upon us?
. *«***
Alma came last evening.
Penroy was w rong She has already
reached the threshold of a very mag-
nificent womanhood. Alma has her
mother's beauty idealized, and, if I
mistake not, an energy neither of h^-'
parents ever possessed.
Has she Arthur's clever, subtle
brain? His unscrupulous egotism.
I believe absolutely in inherited
traits pur acquaintance is too short
for me to decide.
I have retreated to the library, '"Ith
orders not to be disturbed on any ac-
count. in order to readjust conditions
and work out this terrible problem,
made ten times worse by Alma's
beauty.
What am I to do with her? In Jus-
tice to her youth, I cannot shut her up
and keep her a prisoner in Branleigh
Hall. But the college idea is out of
the question. You can't send a re-
markably handsome girl of 18 to col-
lege to g^t rid of her.
"Come in! Who is that? You, Mrs.
Brown? Anything the matter with
Miss Alma? I'm aft aid she will find it
pretty dull out here in the country.
Have you any suggestion to make,
Mrs. Brown?"
There are always surprises to a man,
in tho feminine way of looking at
things.
Now. my greatest dread had been
that Mrs. Brown, the most faithful
soul in the world and most admirable
housekeeper, would resent Alma's
coming to break up the methodical
routine of our uneventful lives. I was
afraid she would not be as cordial a3
I would have desired.
Alma had not been 24 hours at
Branleigh when she owned Mrs. Brown
body and soul, so to speak.
Mrs. Brown came to my study to
suggest horse riding and rowing on
the lake for Alma, and driving, (ro-
quet and a tennis court, and music les-
sons from the organist of the town, a
German artist, so that Alma would
not brood and be unhappy and want
to go to live elsewhere.
"Dq you mean to say. Mrs. Brown,
you would grieve if Miss Alma left
us?" I asked in astonishment.
"I do, sir." she answered with em-
phasis (her broad, pleasant face twitch-
ing slightly i "I do. sir She is like
sunshine in the house, ami her voice
is like tli^ twittering of birds. Bran-
leigh Hall will be the brighter for hav-
ing a vming thing like that running
up and down the stairs and filliir the
rooms with talk and laughter. But
we must not let h<r mope, if yoji'Jl
excu.-e my saying so. sir. Perhaps a
little company would cheer her a bit."
So it had come to this. Branle.gh
Hall must be thrown open to callers,
to be invaded at all hours of the day
by our neighbors, and Alma's y.ath
and legitimate pleasures are to banish
the quiet, drowsy life of perfect con-
tentment I had hoped would be mine
for the rc st of my days.
Mrs Brown and Alma will expect
me to entertain next, as soon as the
child's mourning will permit. I see
looming b< fore me t he horr ir • of a
house party for next. Christmas.
I am in a dragnet, and can only be
released by one event.
Considering Alma's astonishing
beatify and the report certain to get
around that I have adopted my cousin
Arthur's child. I don't suppose I will
have to wait overiong for that pro-
pitious occurrence.
Alma saw very little of her father,
she tells me He wandered around the
continent and at watering places (and
Monte Carlo), while she was at school
in a convent in Paris.
Her mother died ten years ago. I
had not thought it so long. How time
flies.
I am glad Alma was not with him.
What a fascinating, honest child she
is. His would have made a pernicious
influence. Nor can Alma grieve for one
she hardly knew.
"Are you happy, child?" I asked her
a few evenings ago, when we came
back from a brisk canter and I was
lifting her down from her saddle.
"Happy? I never was so happy in
all ray life, Cousin Hugh," she said,
resting her little gloved hands on my
shoulders.
1 was passing by the wing part of
the house the other day and heard
Alma's joyous, mellow laugh. I stopped
and looked in Mrs. Brown's room.
Alma sat on the floor, her sleeves
rolled up, stemming strawberries for
Mrs. Brown, who was concocting
something at a table, and the theme
of conversation I gathered was our
family ghosts.
Alma's arms and hands are exquisite.
Like Parian marble. A ray of sunlight
was falling over her splendid bronze
hair, and I noticed her eyes were
not purple blue, like her mother's, but
a dark gray, honest, frank and true.
No, she had not inherited any of
Arthur's traits.
Of course the neighbors have flocked
to Branleigh Hall as soon as l issued
a few informal invitations.
Alma i3 clearly the sensation of tho
day anil hour in our exclusive society.
But I wont have Catherine Weihtley
and her fast set spoil my little girl and
brush the bloom of her exquisite fresh-
ness away, by their reckless cynical so-
ciety talk.
Sue Carrington laughed at me last
night. "My dear Hugh," she said, "you
are too absurd with that child. You are
a hen with a duckling, positively. No-
body's going to steal your jewel, at
least not to-night. A little later. But
you are worrying needlessly. Alma
is very clever, I assure you. and her
convent education does not prevent
| iter from forming her opinion about
men and women—and a very accurate
one it is. Nobody can spoil her."
I was glad such was Mrs. Carrlng-
ton's opinion. Sue lives and breathes
for her world social and Paquin is the
idol she worships. But underneath her
laces and frivolties, she has a warm
heart, and considerable brains in her
clever little worldly head.
Having assumed the responsibility
ot Alma's life, I must, of course, carry
it through. The child must have her
Paris gowns, and flirtations with brain-
less youth.
• ***(!*
I have not legally adopted Alma as
my child. But 1 have remade my will.
Branleigh Hall could never have a
more exquisite mistress than Alma
and she will know how to administer
these broad acres and properly care
for the splendid old pla?e. Penroy will
see to the mines and other properties
for her. should my guardianship be
removed. Penroy is entirely trust-
worthy.
******
I have no special reason for dislik-
ing the man. John Felton is consid *re 1
a fine young fellow and a rising lumi-
nary in 'r.is profession. But his too
great deference to my opinion jars on
me. His attentions to Alma are entire-
ly too conspicuous to be either in
good taste, or ignore 1. Has he caught
the child's fancy? Cod forbid!
* * * * * *
The night is quiet, and I have paced
for long hours this deserted room,
where Alma's presence lingers, striv-
ing to look Into the troublous future.
My heart is heavy with foreboding,
and wrung with sorrowful anxieties.
Alma came into my life, and has glori-
fied it. Am I to lose her and settle
back into the gloom and dryrot of a
useless and aimless existence? I will
take Alma abroad.—New Orleans
Times-Democrat.
i.n
In t1
Alma has been here three nio
Mrs. Brown was right. She
chased the somber shadows ot
thi'* big, quiet rooms and the s
her light footsteps, of her t
voice calling me to go riding or
ing with her. the exhilaration ol
bright, lovely presence, has br<
another life into Branleigh Hail.
it hs.
has
t of
mnd
her
aglP.
"Did you ever realize what a rasp-
ing sound a foreign language can
lin\e upon the human ear in a strange
city, where one has no friends?"
asked Judge A. A. Freeman, of New
Mexico, one day recently. A veteran
figure. Judge Freeman has held many
oiVct s « f honor and emolument, hav-
ing sc. , cd for eight years as assist-
ant attorney general in charge of the
legal work of the post office depart-
ment. says the Washington Post.
"President i.rant appointed me
consul to Prague, the ancient capital
<>f Bohemia," continued the judge,
who sal on the bench in New Mex-
ico. "It is a beautiful old city, with
nuu y things to delight the visitor,
but I was exceedingly lonesome
there, rite people were all strangers
to me, and I did not understand tho
language. There were hundreds of
remarkable places and buildings,
places rich with historical interest,
for Prague was founded in the year
1)00. But even the ancient historical
places enhanced my gloom, and I be-
gan to realize how it is that soldiers
can actually die of homesickness.
"tin * day 1 visited an ancient syn-
agoi;i!c in one of the quaint sections
<<t the city. The guide took me to tho
age.l tombstones, where the inscrip-
tions had been worn off by the ele-
ments. He was piloting me, a man
weary of delving into the past, among
the graves of the long ago and re-
citing what those graves were.
" 'Mv dear man.' I exclaimed, in do-
sp; ir. 'can't you show me a grave
that was made yesterday It would
he positively companionable.'
"It wasn't long afterward," con-
cluded the judge, "that I resigned
my consulship in the beautiful old
city of Prague. It was too luue
burnt- there for uie,"
Jfommfr
Nerved
Give Warning of Approach of flore
Serious Trouble.
Do you experience fits of depression with restlessness, alternating
xvitli extreme irritability, bordering upon hysteria? Are your spirits
easily affected so that one minute you laugh, and the next fall into con-
vulsive weeping ?
Do you feel something like a ball rising in your throat and threaten-
ing to choke you; all the senses perverted, morbidly sensitive to light
and sound; pain in the ovaries, and especially between tho shoulders;
sometimes loss of voice; nervous dyspepsia, and almost continually
cross and snappy, with a tendency to cry at the least provocation?
If so, your nerves are in a shattered condition, and you are threat-
ened with nervous prostration.
Undoubtedly you do not know it, but in nine cases out of ten this ia
caused by some uterine disorder, and the nerves centering in and about tho
organs which make you a woman influence your entire nervous system.
Something must be done at once to restore their natural condition or
you will be prostrated for weeks and months perhaps, and suffer untold
misery.
Proof is monumental that nothing in the world is better for this
purpose than Lyclia 12. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound; thou-
sands and thousands of women have written us so.
How Hrs. Holland, of Philadelphia, suffered
among the finest physicians in the country, none of
whom could hetp her — finally cured by Lydia F£.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound.
"Dear Mrs. I'inkiiam : — For over two years I was a constant suf-
ferer from extreme nervousness, in<l i;;< st ion, and dizziness. Menstruation
was irregular, had backache and a feeling of great lassitude and weak-
ness. I was so bad that 1 was not able to do my own work or go far in
the street. I could not sleep nights.
"I tried several splendid doctors, but they gave me no relief. After
taking Lydia 10. I'inUlisiitt's Vegetable Compound I soon began to
feel better, and was able to go out and not feel as if I would fall at
every step. I continued to take the medicine until cured.
"I cannot say enough in behalf of Lydia E. 1'inkham's medicine,
and heartily recommend all suffering women to try it and find tho
relief I did." — Mus. Florence Holland, 022 S. Clifton St., Phila-
delphia, Pa. (Jan. 0, 1!>02.)
Another case of severe female trouble cured by
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, alter the
doctors had failed.
"Dear Mrs. Pixkiiam: — I was in poor health for several years.
I had female trouble and was not able to do mv housework alone. I
felt tired, very nervous, and could not sic-p. I doctored with several
doctors. They doctored me for my stomach, but did not relieve me.
I read in your book about your medicine, and thought I would try it.
I did so, mid am now cured and able to do my work alone, and feel
good. I was always very poor, but now weigh one hundred and fifty
pounds.
"I thank you for the relief I have obtained, and I hope that every
woman troubled with female weakness will },rive Lydia II. Pinkliain's
Vegetable Compound a trial. I have recommended it to many of my
friends." — Mrs. Maria Bowers, Millersvillc, Ohio. (Au^. 15,1901.)
Will not the volumes of letters from women made strong l),v
Lydia K. I'iukham's Vegetable Compound convince all oi tho
virtues of this medicine?
How shall the fact that it will help them Ik- made plain ?
Surely you cannot wish to remain weak, and sick, and discour-
aged, exhausted with each day's work. You have some derange-
ment of the feminine organism, and Lydia 1'inkhnm's Vegetable
Compound will help you just as surely as it lias others.
Mlnptnred Affection.
The Eskimos were veiy angry with the
•relic explorer.
"What did he do?" asked the member of
the relief expedition
"He petted our dogs," explained the
native.
"Is there any harm in petting your
dogs?"
"Vm; their fails were frozen stiff, and
when they went to wag them they broke
off."- Stray {Stories.
Merit Makes It the \\Drill'* Lender.
Merit, greatest medicine ever put into
convenient form for quick, easy, pleasant
use—backed by the right kind of adver-
tising, has given Caseim ts the great-
est sale in the world iimont; laxative med-
icines. Over ten million 1 •« x« • a year arc
now being bought by the Anient , n people.
Great success always brings out imitators-,
and readers are warded that when it
comes to Wiyieg medicine the best is none
too good, and whenever a dealer offers to
pell you something just as good, put it
down as a worthless fake, put your monc>
in your pocket, and g« to a store wi.erc
you will be treated t.'irly. and where,
when you ask lor Casoarots, you will
get what you ask for.
A Lack of Coincidence.- Do
glad it is good form not t > \
vith k dress bu t." I 'pj
Downer- "Because I never li.t
and ri-v dress huit at the hi
l':t 1; Me I p.
If you stand too m
nitv, somebody .s sur
( h.cago Tnbui.e.
rner "f an
ear a \vnt■ 1
m "Why?"
valk on it.
A I.Ktle orr.
A loenl artist of note tells an amusirj
story of his visit to an insane asylum in
this state. Spending m much time ss ho
could visiting an inmate, he started down
the stairs on hi9 way to catch the train
back to the city.
At the^ foot of the ctairs stood a large
clock. Taking out his own watch to com-
pare the tin e, he found there was a dif-
ference of several minutes. Turning to the
doorkeeper, a young Irishman, he in-
quired if the clock was right.
"Right!" said the doorkeeper. "Do you
tli.uk it would lm here if it wan right?"—
Philadelphia l.e-lger.
Onr Mrcnuona Mfe.
\ Foreigners reck in various ways to ex-
press their sense of the strenuousness > ?
American Lie. An educated 3'oung Ital-
ian. who is a purist in his own language,
tried to express the idea with precision
the other day. He said slowly and with
much care:
"Amer " ins — do—every thing rushly."—
N. Y. Times.
To f ure n Toll! I n Onr Day.
Take Lax itlve Bromo Quinine Tablets. All
druggists refund money if it fails to cure. 25c.
Tommy "How dies Jimmy like his new
work.' ^ Johnny "Oh. he says there's
nothin the matter With it. except the pay
I Jin the hours an' the woik.' -Glasgow
K\ruing limes.
am Mire I'iso's Cure for ('■ n-unifti
1 my life three years ago. Mrs. fh<
inns, Norwich, V Y., i'eu. 17 1000.
Occupy!- n is the scythe of time,
poleon.
Too many words be worse than not
enough, for they'll often leave a man's
I "leaning toggy. Kden Philpotts.
compfutl) to i sr a carrcii ron light months, now; kidney pjh3
cl KI d mks. i\ com i\. cardondai.ii'a.
Mrs. 1\ f'onlin, S:.
/>I<1 Avenue. <\.rbi mlale,
Pa., says: " I suffered with
ha'-k.iclif, find, despite the
i; i of meilicines, l c<told n •?
get rid of it. 11 atcompt lied
fit iite a crutch fur n .Ut
month9, and a part of the
time was unable to w ilk at
ill I fairly h. reauie.l if 1
it tempted to lift my feet
fro'ii tho fl > r. and. finally,
I lost control of i:, v limbs
through we;i• - r.s I c*. uld
oeit her ben ! n r st raJghtcn
jp to my full i;*ht, and if
• veraw1 unrm v... •, in i i
;onihtion, 1 v. a-. My hus-
band wcr.t t > K • ly • dru„'
Itore oi ' I • ugl i hoi •
- <x of 1 loan's Tills. 1 !• It
mm< r In a f -w days, ami,
:ontim'ing tho treatment, 1
H""' V'oci so c.r
n a m l
AS
al !e to wile.
f t.VO Wflt'KS *li<S
• left. Y.'li.u
e-.mplet' il t!..« tre;if>
I had not an «i lie nop
and 1 1 .r e b- u
juditiou ever sii.en
and I
corn •' url i« it '"i
brlcli d t w llmont, high
colored, j in in pa ing.
di ibl lit) . frequency, bra
uet'n .iin's Kiilni y 1'ini
renm\v calculi and |/r;iv |.
Hell re i irt palt • • ,
sleeplessness, h efi a a o h 6|
liervousaieiitf, dizziness.
NO MONSV 'oi. . CURED. 23 VL lK.i I StACUSj'tlT
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