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5F Distress A fte r Eating N ausea between meals, belching, Tom- tting, flatulence, fits of nervous head ache, pain in the stomach, are all symptoms o f dyspepsia, and the longer U is neglected the harder it is to cure it. H o o d ’s Sarsaparilla and P ills R adically and permanently core it— strengthen and tone the stomach and ether digestive organs fo r the natural perform ance of their functions. D o S o m eth in g fo r th e Boys. Secretary Shaw makes a fe w term remarks every little w h ile on “ The B oy." The Secretary 1* pretty sure to make the friendship o f boys generally because be talks directly to fathers when be aaya that boya w ant the com panionship o f boya and that the home should welcom e the boy aa much as It does the baby and the man. Secretary Shaw calls attention to the fact that the w orld la producing a higher type of womanhood than o f manhood; that there are more young women whom you would welcom e to your homes aa daughters-in-law than young men whom you would welcome aa ton»-in law. H e says there Is no excuse for this, although there are reasons, am ong which Is that about the only place where the boy la sure o f a cordial greeting is w here you do not desire him to go. Accept no substitute tor H ood's. 1 “I dyspspela twenty-live years sod took different medicines but cot no help until I began taking Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Have taken lour bottles of this medicine A D egen era te. and can now eat almost anythin#, sleep K in d Lady— H a v e you alw ays been well, have no cramps in say stomach, no a tramp? W ere you n ever any high ¡burning and no distress.' Has. W illiam er? . a B a s s o t . 14 Olnsy 8t., Providence, R. L Tram p— Oh! yes’ m. I aster he e Hood's Sarsaparilla promisee fee second-story w orker end porch-climber. “ **“ "i t h e promise. A Wonderful Discovery. F r ie n d ly Broadland, S. Dak., March 28.— " I ’m et e lorn to know what to make Quite a sensation has been created here o f my only son,” said the trust magnate. oy the publication o f the story o f G. H e eeema to have no brains for bu*i- W . G ray, who after a special treatment for three months was prostrate end “ Perm it me to hand yon a suggestion,' helpless and given up to die w ith rejoined the merchant prince. “ Make a society leader o f him."— Philadelphia In B right’ s Disease. B righ t’s Disease has always been considered incurable, bat quirer. evidently from the story told by M r. For bronchial troumea try Piao’s Cure Gray, there is a remedy which w ill for Consumption. I t ia a good cough cure it even in the most advanced medicine. A t druggists, price 26 cents. stages. T his is what he says: “ I was helpless as a little babe. W het Microbes Arc. M y w ife and I searched everything and Since Pasteur demonstrated the fact read everything we could find about that many human diseases are dne to B righ t’ s Disease, hoping that I would m inute liv in g things which grow and be able to find a remedy. A fte r many m u ltip ly in our bodies, there has been failures m y w ife insisted that I should a tendency to call a il microscopic or try Dodd’ s K idn ey P ills. I praise God ganisms, whether harm ful or not, for the day when I decided to do so for “ germs” or “ microbes” or “ bacteria” this remedy met every phase o f m y case indiscrim inately. T his confusion may and in a short tim e I was able to get be cleared by the statement that pro- oat o f bed and after a few weeks* treat tosoa are the lowest known forms of ment I was a strong, w ell man. Dodd’ s anim als and that bacteria are the low K idn ey P ills saved my life .” est known forma of plants, w hile A remedy that w ill core B righ t’s Dis “ germ e” and “ microbes” may apply to ease w ill cure any lesser K id n ey Dis the diaease-cansing forms in either ease. Dodd’ s K idn ey P ills are certain group — From G ary N. Calkins’ s “ Pro ly the most wonderful discovery which tozoa and Disseaee” in the A p ril Cen modern medical research has given to tury. ____________________ the world. A B a n tam to th e R eacne. One day a flock o f sparrows wen- noticed flyin g excitedly around a house, and on going near I saw that a young sparrow had fallen from a neat under the tiles and w as too young to fly back. Suddenly a bantam cock stepped fo r w ard. H e eviden tly quite understood the state o f affairs, fo r he picked the little m ite up very tenderly in his beak, mounted an empty cart that happened to be conveniently near, flew from It on to the tiles and, stretching his neck out o ver the edge replaced the sparrow in Its nest. ' In doing so, however, he overbal anced him self and tumbled to the ground. B a t a fte r pluming his feath ers fo r a minute he strutted about the ya rd none the worse fo r hie adventure and evidently very proud o f his ex ploit. G ro w in g S to c k by E le c tr ic ity . The possibilities o f eleetricity have never yet been fu lly demonstrated. Its beneficial effect upon grow in g plants In tb s w a y o f hastening development has bean proved to an extent, and now the mysterious fluid is being tried o t anim als at the U niversity o f Michigan, at A nn Arbor. I t has been demon strated that rabbits enclosed in a pen about which run a number o f elec trically-charged w ires reach maturity in two-thirds the tim e taken by those kept under normal conditions. The electrically-treated animals w ere in all rospsets healthy and th eir flesh has been found to be unusually tender. It is thought possible that the same treat ment may be applied to beef cattle, making a 2-year-old steer as large as one 8 years old under present condi tions, besides producing a superior quality o f beef. '♦(a J Second-Cousin £arah B y TME AVTMOM OE -A M M JUDEE. 3EIM3TEM. “ LITTLE KATE E i KMT.* ETC.. ETC. \ 9999999 ( C H A P T E R X V I I . —(Continued.) M ary Holland rose and stood Iteside her. H er hand fell upon Sarah BoftbeU’s arm, and once mors the dear look in the oyoa seemed beyond all deceit. “ Sarah, leavs me with my miserable little secret for a wbllo— it will be ex plained sooner than you think, although I dare not say a word now, for all our sakss. Hava I been so falsa a friend that you cannot trust ms ia a time o f common peril?” * “ I f I could understand— if— why did you writs to Reuben CulwickT" she said, very suddenly and sharply— “ why did you 1st ms go to London In ignorance o f his address?” “ I t was his wish that you should not ass him at his worst, I knew,” she said, answering the latter question first; “ and I wrote to him because those two men had arrived here.” "Reuben had not opened your letter.” “ T hat was unfortunate." “ H e will come himself now,” said Sarah eagerly, ' i f he thinks we are not safe here. And yet he has thought o f us so little; he has kept away so long, we have all died away so surely from his in terest that----- ” Sarah stopped, and her hands were pressed quickly to her breast to still its sudden leaping, while Mary Holland clasped the other’s arm, as a sudden knocking at the outer door, followed by a ringing o f the bell, announced a late visitor to Sedge HUL “ Can it be?” both young women whis pered, as they Went serose the drawing room toward the marble-chequered hail, friends again in their suspense, and with the new distrust forgotten for s time. In the hall stood a servant, with a hand upon the door, and in the corridor were Thomas Eastbell and Captain Peterson; the former with a waxen cast o f counte nance, like a man seised with a strange fear. The chain before the door was lower ed, the door was opened, and a tall man came with quick strides into his father’s house. “ H e has come— oh! he has come,” cried Sarah Eastbell joyfully, and forgetting all aenae o f decorum in her delight at seeing him— forgetting that he was only her second-cousin!— Mis ran toward him, and cast her arms about his neck, to his surprise, and in her warmth o f welcome. Here was one friend at least whom she could trust. ” 1 am so glad that you have come,” she cried; then she shrank away from his arms in her second impulse, and went with crimson-dyed cheeks to M ary H ol land’s aide again. H e smiled— and it was the old bright look gleaming from bis full brown eyes. The welcome pleased him— it was so strange s contrast to his last reception in that house. C H A P T E R X V III. The wondering, scowling faces in the tfhadow o f the corridor receded slowly, and then the door of the picture gallery was closed, ss though Reuben Culwick’s presence could not be tolerated at that juncture. Reuben glanced along the cor ridor, and then turned to M ary Holland. “ They are in the gallery?” he inquired. “ And the old lady is asleep, and well watched? Ton should have telegraphed to me, and not have lost time by the post,” hs said. “ I dare not leave the house, and there was ho one whom I cared to intrust with a message.” Sarah looked from one to the other cu riously, and Reuben Culwick smiled. “ See what a couple of conspirators we are, Sarah," he said; “ but the fact is, your brother Tom and his acquaintances have been disturbing my mind o f late days. 1 have feared that this day would come, and that yon might be powerless and need help— although Tom may be a T h e best evidence o f A bed condition o f the blood and unhealthy state o f very good fellow when one ia thoroughly the system , is an old festering sore, ru n n in g nicer, o r abscess. T h ey show acquainted with him.” the bo dily im purities are not passin g out through the proper channels, but , “ You know what he is," said Sarah, ate left in the system to c lo g and poison the blood. So th orou gh ly does very moodily. “ Hence, ons day,” he continued, “ I th e poison perm eate th e system that every little scratch, cut o r bruise inflam es and festers. Every th in g about an old «ore or ulcer suggests disease. wrote in confidence to Miss Holland, and aaked her to warn me when a crisis of ml health, they th< T h ey Affect the general this kind occurred— which it has, yon FR O M O AX F O F T H U L U G T O . require constant attention, an d are A see. You were Tom’s sister, and Town’s A SO LID SORB. source o f an xiety an d trouble a ll the sister's feelings had to be respected. Re N sw O u t li, Pa., July 80,1008. tim e, end in som e cases h ig h ly offen sides,” he added, “ I was afraid o f you.” Throe years ego n common boil ap sive. There ia danger, too, o f these “ A fra id !” echoed Sarah Eastbell. “ O f peared on the self o f my Umb. Hot yield pieces becom ing cancerous if not ing to simple boats remedies, I consulted what?” » phyelolsn, who prescribed e poultice, treated prom ptly and in the rig h t “ O f your turning np in my Drury Lane flan seed, supposedly. B y some fearful den and offering me your cotnpasaion, and w ay . W ash es, salves and ointm ents mistake Z w ee given corrosive subli are good fo r extern al use, b u t they mate, and after having it on for e few aggravating me by your assistance. I c a n t stop the discharge o r chan ge asiautea X could endure the pain no was a sour-tempered beast, Sarah, snd longer, so took off tbo application end afraid of the softening influence of sec- the condition o f the blood, and fo r found that my lim b from the e a lf to the ond-cousiniem.” th is reason the sore never heals per ankle wee in en aw fo l condition. I im “ I don’t understand you, Mr. Culwick,’ mediately sent for another physician, m anently. who told mo X had been poisoned. X y said Sarah, very coldly now; “ but I rifevor N o t u n til the blood la purged o f lim b from tho calf to the ankle was one did, for the mutter o f that. Yon are sus im purities an d the system cleansed solid inflamed sore. I wee advised to picious o f me— that’s all I perceive at o f a ll harm ful substances should the barin ff. S. B., and Improved rapidly present.” J under its use, out about this time I had ulcer heal, or the effect upon the sys “ W ell, your visit to me this morning : an attack o f typhoid fever, and this set- tem m ight prove disastrous. 8 .8 . S . I tied In the original eore. This, o f oonree, did me a great deal of good,” he conde goes into the circulation and searches eansed a bask set, but having oonfldenoe scended to explain still further— “ assured out and rem oves the cause o f the in the ability o f B. B. 8., X began it again me that you were a genuine young wom as soon as X w as over the fover, and to an. and that I was an old fool; that you o ld sore and invigorates and bu ilds make a long story short, w as completely u p the polluted, s lu g g ish blood and permanently cured. Tw o years have understood the world, and I didn’t. And again , an a as the poisonous m atter elapsed, end Shave never had a return off without Miss Holland’s dsngsr signal, I - * ‘ - X B 8 . K. A . DITV V T , should hsvs corns in good time to Sedge ia driven from the system the sore B l« W . Washington BA H ill.” begin s to hcnl, n ew flesh form s and “ Would yon?” she cried, half laughing the place ia soon covered over w ith . fregh «k in an d the sore is gone fo r a ll tim e. W h ere the constitution It and half crying now. “ Miss Eastbell hardly knows whnt or debilitated from the effects o f chron ic sores, ulcers, abscesses, carbuncles, in whom to believe, Mr. Cniwick,” said bo ils or other severe akin eruptions, S . S . 8 . M ary Holland at this juncture, “ and her grill b u ild it n p again and stim ulate and friends and enemies are hopelessly inter strengthen a ll parts o f the system . 8 . S. 8. mixed.” contains no strong m inerals, bu t ia guaran “ I think that you must be my friend,” teed entirely vegetable. It it unequaled aa said Sarah, extending her hand to her at n Blood Purifier and in vigoratin g tonic. once. “ Forgive me if I have been hard D o not depend upon local remedies alone. to-night.“ H er hand was on the drawing room G et y o u r blood righ t, and as it forces ont th e pirtum the s o rt m ust heal, because n o th in * is left in the system fo r door, when a shrill voice, unmistakable, it to feed upon. W rite n s should yon desire m edical advice, w hich ia g iv en and startling at that hour, achood through the house: SURE INDICATIONS QF BAD BLOOD OLD SORES, ULCERS, ABSCESSES nmswtFTsrcGtnc co* atiahta . qju ,tr ■ • ./ivgxtw « a nTvre^ai n r jt “ Reuben Culwick, is that you?" Tho two young women and the Mg bearded man between them paused snd looked at each other/ Sarah Eastbell whispered: , “ Grandmother t” “ Yes, it is I,’’ answered Reuben. “ Come upstairs directly, and don't bring anybody with you;” and then tbo head o f Mrs. Eastbell appeared over the first line o f balusters in tha well stair case. * “ Go to her,” said Sarah anxiously. “ Sha would make amends for being in your father’s house. Don’t thwart her.” When Reuben Cniwick had reached the landing stage from which the head of his old aunt had appeared, he came to a full stop In his surprise at discovering that Second-cousin Sarah was following him. 1 “ So you are here at last, young fellow — you fafcve swallowed your pride, snd come to, see me,” were the first words o f Mrs. Eastbell from the bed into which she had been assisted, snd before which he sat down. “ I have swallowed my pride, aunt, and come to see you,” he said in her own words. “ Lucky for you,” she answered, “ for, though I didn’t tell Sally so, I was not going to be slighted by a bit o f a boy like you.” The door was dosed, and they were together in secret conference, Reuben and his aunt, with his second-cousin like a fate, shadowy and still and vigilant. There was a small table drawn close to the bedhead, with writing materials upon’ it, and a little reading lamp. Sarah was right. A t a strange hour, and in a strange fashion, which his coming had suggested, the old woman lying there had thought o f her last duty to the liv ing, and was now in eager haste to com plete it. “ You have not shaken hands with me, Reuben,” she said, snd the shriveled hand stole forth with the old dlfllculty from the bed, and he took it in his own, and felt it cling to hia own and detain ie. “ I f I have robbed you o f your birthright, Reu ben— and Sally«jays I have— I hope you bear me no ill will.” “ Heaven forbid!” was the quick an swer. “ Your father’s money has not done me any good— and this big, cold place is as dark and dnll and empty as the old alms house was— only not so warm, and Sally not always at my side now. Sally never slighted me at St. Oswald’s, mind you, that's the curious part o f it. I don’t see what is to become o f her, exactly, when I am not here to look after her,” said the blind woman quaintly. “ I ’m as unset tled about her as I was when you came to me at Worcester, for she’s an unset tled kind, of child, and does strange things. I did not want her to meet you, but she wonld run away at la s t You know my grandson Tom has come to see foe?” ----------------- --------------------- r-— • “ Oh, yes.” “ I have Tom to think of, too. H e ’ s e good lad. . H e hasn’ t forgotten me— 1 hate people to forget me, Reuben. Still, Sally’s right, snd neither she nor I — nor Tom, for that matter— has any business with your father’s money. I didn’t see it quite so clearly a little while ago— half an hour since— as I do now.” “ But----- ” “ There you go,” said the old woman, querulously; “ what’s the use of interrupt ing people while they are talking? When I got rich, Reuben, I grew greedy, some how— as if riches, after all, were any good to me! Wasn’t I a happy woman at St. Oswald’s? I haven’t been happy since then. When my foolish brother left me money, he left me trouble, too, and I wsa too old for trouble. Now about my Sally — a willful girl enough, but true as steel, Reuben.” “ What of her?” said Reuben, looking across at Sarah, who sat with her arms crossed, snd her face bent very low, like a woman asleep. “ I think that I can trust you to see after my family, if I leave you nil my money, as she wishes. You are not likely to turn your back upon Sarah or Tom, because it is Sarah's wish that I give up every penny o f my own free will.” “ Sarah is rash,” muttered Reuben Cul wick, “ very rash.” “ I think it is overdoing it myself,” said the old lady very calmly; “ but what peace shall I have until it’s done? Has my maid put pens, and ink, and paper on that table? You are a scholar— write out my will, Reuben, in half a dosen lines. Put it all down to yourself— freehold, leasehold, money, pictures, plate— the old woman gives it all.” “ A t her granddaughter’s with?” “ And at her own— In common fairness, Reu, to my dead brother’s son. There, write, and let me sign it.” Reuben looked across at Sarah vigain. From the shadowy background she made a gesture of wisent, earnest, imperative, and supplicatory. “ And this strange idea is my second- cousin’s?” Reuben said, still looking at her. “ She trusts me so much, knowing so little o f me, in s foggy dream o f resti tution. She thinks o f my wrongs, at a time when I am Isarning to forget them. She accepts dspeodsnee, she risks pov erty and privation, and puts herself en tirely in my power.” “ Entirely,” - replied the old woman; “ isn’t it safe?” ■ “ It ife romance, not reality. A wild folly, and not the common prudence that should regulate all lives. 1 will have nothing to do with i t Besides, he who writes a will In which he is interested, and by which he is to profit does it at hia own risk— a very great one in the eyes o f tho law, aunt” continued Reuben, “ and after all the document may not be worth the paper on which it is written. Hence your will would get into Chancery, Mrs. Eastbell, depend upon it. I'll give you my idea, if you’ll keep quiet for five minutes.” “ I don’t think much o f your ideas,” said Mrs. Eastbell, candidly, “ but go on.” Reuben tok up a pen, dipped it into the ink, and commenced writing very rapidly. The old woman lay back and listened to the serstohing o f his pen upon the pepar, and Sarah Eastbell, intensely curious, advanced on toptoe toward him, and re garded him defiantly as he curved bis hand before hie work and looked hard at her, with his mouth twitching at the cor ners, as i f his old aggravating smile were dlfllcult to repress. When he had finished writing, he said: “ Now, listen. *1, Sarah Eastbell, o f Sedgo Hill, in the County o f Worcester shire, relict of----- ’ ” “ Never mind that rubbish,” interrupted Mrs. Eastbell; “ what does it mean wheu you have got through it all?" “ This,” replied her nephew, looking at his socood-cousin again, “ that you leave all your property to your granddaughter, Sarah.” “ No— no!” cried* Sarah, taken off her guard, and coming into the foreground, rebellious and angry; “ I will not have this jugglery, grandmother— I will not have this done." “ Good gracious!” cried the old lady, “ are you here, too? W hy don’t you shriek a little loader, or fire a blunder buss off in my ears, or something, Sally? O f all the aggravating people In the world I think you are the worst, playing at shuttlecock with my money, and not letting me have a word to say about it for myself. I ’ll die without a will now— see if I don’t! And here goes, too!” Mrs. Eastbell flopped wildly over in bed, snd turned her back upon them« “ See what your obstinacy has done!” said Sarah angrily to her cousin,. “ One moment,” said Reuben; “ this Is an idea, Mrs. Bsstbell, by which a large amount o f legacy duty Is saved. You can trust Sarah— so can I.” “ Yes, but how’s it to end?” said Mrs. East ball. “ Only in one way, and that I submit to your kind consideration. Aunt,” he said in an earnest tone, “ before I leave Sedge H ill I shall ask your permission to pay my addresses to my Second-cousin Sarah. I am not worthy o f her— she knows that! — but I hsvs learned to love her very much within the last four-snd-twenty hoars.” There was a long silence before Mrs. Eastbell said in a husky voice: “ You don’t mean to say, Reuben,-that yon have been thinking o f my Salty? That wonld make this business very straight and square, and as Sally’s fond o f you------” “ Oh, grandmamma! I'n e v e r said so,” murmured Sarah Eastbell, without lower ing her hands from her face. “ W h at a horrible story-teller you are!” cried her grandmother. “ I t is a mercenary match,” «aid Reu ben; “ I offer myself, without a penny in the world, to a rich yonng heiress, who could do much bettsr for’ herself, and who is far abovs me in every respect— who is even too young for me, consider ing what an old fogy I have grown o f late days.” “ You’re no great catch for Sally, cer tainly,” observed Mrs. Eastbell, “ bat if Sally says she’ ll have you, it ends the bother o f the money in a proper sort o f way.” , “ AH your money to Sarah Eastbell, it being privately understood that Sarah is not to forget her brother Tom, or— her second-cousin Reuben,” said our hero, taking up the pen. “ Yes, Tom and you can both trust Sarah,” Mrs. Bsstbell replied. Sarah Eastbell was even now scarcely satisfied with the drawing up o f the will in her favor— it was not what she had wished— had she been less confused, less h*PP7> «be might have suggested fresh additions snd conditions; but she stood ou the threshold of a new world, with the man who was the hero o f her life in the foreground o f its brightness. She aeemfed to hesitate ss her hands were lowered from her face, and Reuben said mean ingly: “ And Sarah Eastbell can trust me, I hope?” “ Yes,” she answered to his appeal, “ but the will should say------” “ The will must say neither more nor less than that you are sole legatee— I will not have my name in connection with this money,” he said very firmly; “ and I prefer,” he added in a different and softer tone, “ to be wholly at the mercy o f my second-cousin.” Sarah said no more in argument. I f there were a man to be trusted in the world, it was Reuben Culwick; or if there were a man less likely to be moved from his poeitiou, it was surely he also. She slipped quietly from the room, leaving Reuben with her grandmother, and want downstairs into the drawing room. She took her place before the fire, fast dying out with neglect, and thought o f the end of all anxiety and uncertainty, and o f the beginning o f her happiness, with Reuben’s love growing stronger ev ery day, and Reuben's troubles at an end forever. (To be continued.) S o m e w h a t D ifferen t. N ell— W onld you m arry a man just because he happened to be rich? Bess— O f course not. But then I wonld try a w fu lly hard to get him te m arry me. « - T h e O p tim is tic M a id . Although not pretty now, I know, W ith this thought I ’m consoled: W hen I have reached three-score-and* ten I'll then be pretty old. A whistling moth Is an Australian rarity. There is a glassy space on the w ings crossed w ith ribs. W hen the moth wants to w h ittle it strikes these ribs w ith its antennae, which have a knob at the end. T h e sound is a love- call from the male to the female.