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Scrofula few are entirely free from It. It may develop so slowly as to cause little If any disturbance during the whole period of childhood. It may then produce dyspepsia, catarrh, and marked tendency to consumption, before manifesting itself In much cutaneous erup tion or glandular swelling. It is best to be' sure that you are Quite free from it, and you can rely on Hood's Sarsaparilla to rid you of it radically and permanently. Accept no substitute, but insist on having Hood's. Liquid or tablets, 100 Doses SI. "Dnat Devlin" of Nile Valley. Travelers In the celebrated Death Valley of California have described the wonderful contortions of the sand pll lars that small whirlwinds sometimes send spinning across the hot plain, Even more remarkable are "dust dev ils" seen by an explorer, In the valley of the White Nile. Sometimes two of these whirling columns, gyrating In op posite directions, meet, "and If they be well-matched the collision stops them and a struggle ensues as to which way they shall twist Gradualy one gains the mastery, and the two combined rush on together." Some of these whirlwinds will strip the clothes from an Arab's back, or send a goat spinning round and round like a top. Hake a Difference, Dwellers in apartment houses some times seem to forget that conversations in the entrance halls may be overheard by other tenants. This was the greet ing which a belated husband received at the door of his apartment recently: "Don't talk to me ! I know very well what you would say ! . But I know you have been off playing poker and lost all your money 1" "No, I didn't, my dear; I won twen ty dollars," was the conciliating an swer. ,The other voice suddenly modulated. "Well, perhaps after all we women are a little too severe a man should have a little recreation now and then." Wrongly Reported. Tommy Wrott Did you tell a friend of. mine the other day that was the biggest fool in town? Lotta Guph Never! All I said was that you were the biggest fool for the op portunities you'd had. TWICE-TOLD TESTIMONY. A Woman Who Has Suffered Telia How to Find Belief. The thousands of women who Buffer backache, languor, urinary disorders and other kidney ills, I will find comfort in the words of Mrs. JaneFarrell, of 606 Ocean Ave., Jersey City, N. J., who says: "I reiterate , all I have said before in praise of Doan's Kidney Pills. I had been having heavy backache and my general health was affected when I began using them. My feet were swollen, my eyes puffed, and dizzy spells were frequent. Kidney action was irregular and the secretions highly colored. Today, however, I am a well woman, and I am confident that Doan's Kidney Fills have made me so, and are keeping me well." Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. More Every Every ing out V. 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In cities, the party line Is considered a great nuisance, because there is no privacy In conversations, and all the bells on the line are rung each time a subscriber calls. Naturally, the manag ers of plants figured that this objec tion prevailed In the country also ; but, almost without exception, they found that one of the great attractions to the farmer was that his telephone did ring every time the other sixteen or twenty people on the line rang up, and that he could hear or be overheard fn conver sation. It was a practical demonstra tion of the social hunger the farmer has endured for centuries, and which is now ended, thanks to the arrival of telephone competition. BU Vitus' Panee and all Nervous Diseases permanently cured by Pr. Kline's Ureal erve Restorer. Send ftir FKKK 12 trial dottle and treatise, Dr.B. H.Klln,Ld.,831 Arch St., Phlla.,P. England Oldest Peer. 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"What is the meaning of 'alter ego?" asked the teacher of the beginners' class in Latin. "The other I," said the boy with curly hair. "Give a sentence containing phrase." " 'He winked his other I.' " the the Mothers will find Mr Winilow's Soothing Syrup the best remedy to use for their ohlldren during the teething ported. A. Gallant Boy. A Bostonian was talking about the late Henry Harland. "Harland was a graceful, gallant soul," he said. "Even In his boyhood he turned the prettiest compliment "In his boyhood he studied Latin under a charming young woman. "This young lady, calling him up In class one morning, said: "'Henry, name sotae of the chief beauties of education.' "The boy, smiling Into his teacher's pretty eyes, answered: " 'Schoolmistresses.' "Philadelphia Bulletin. Converts Year day in every vear that comes, more housewives are giving up their exhorbitant ' priced Baking Powders and turning to K C, the honest and reliable, which has stood so well the test of years. They are find that BAKING POWDER costs one-third the price of powder anvwhere near K G better, purer, more 25 ounces for 25c. Book of Presents." MFG. CO. IbW1i1i y ifis Al sIsfcsAsJ DR. T. P. WISE. Prisoners and Captives By H. S. MERR1MAN CIIArTElt I. One afternoon, some years ago, the copper-bright rays of a cruel sun burned the aurfuce of the tepid ocean. The stillness of the atmosphere was phe nomenal, eveu lu the latitudes where a great calm reigns from mouth to mouth. It Is almost Impossible to present to northern eves this uicture of a southern sea gleaming beueath a sun which huh known no cloud for weeks; Impossible to portray the brilliant monotony of It all with any degree of reality. The sun rises day by day, week in and week out, unclouded from the straight horison, sails right overhend, and t last sinks westward undhniued by thinnest vapor. Month after month, year after year, aye, century after ceutury, this day's work is performed. The scorching orb of light rises at the same monotonous hour and sets, just ns he did when this world was one' vast ocean, with but one ship sail ing on It. Frim the dark, mysterious depths of the ocean, wavering ripples mounting in radiation to the surface, broke at times the blue uniformity of Its bosom. Occasionally a delicate nautilus floated along before sorhe unappreciable breath, presently to fold its sails and disappear. Long trailers of seaweed floating idly almost seemed to be endowed with a sinuous life and movement. No 'bird in the air, no fish in the sea! Nothing to break the avful silence! A wreck might flont and drift here or there upon these aimless waters for years to gether and never be found. But Chance, the fickle, ruled that two vessels should break the monotony of sea and sky on this pnrtlculnr afternoon. One, a mighty structure, with tall taper ing masts, perfect in itself, an ideal merchantmon. The other, small, of ex quisite yacht-like form, and with every outward sign of a great speed obtaina ble. There was obviously something amiss with the larger vessel. Instead of white sails aloft on every spar, bare poles and slack ropes stood nakedly against the blue ether. In contrast, the other carried every foot of canvas. Carried it literally; for the white cloth hung mostly Idle, only at times flapping softly to a breath of air that was not felt on deck. Since dawn the smaller vessel had been stead ily, though very slowly, decreasing the distance between them, and now there were signs of activity on her deck, as though a boat were about to be lowered. Across the silent waters trilled the call of a boatswain's whistle. The vessel was plainly a man-of-war. As a matter of fact, she was one of the quick-sailing schooners built and designed by the Brit ish goverament for the suppression of the slave trade on the' west coast of Af rica. Every knob of brass gleamed In the sun, every Inch of deck was holy-stoned as white as milk. Aloft no rope was frayed, no seizingadrift. It was easy to see that this trim vessel carried a large crew under strict discipline. And now the melodious song of sailors hauling together floated through the glittering air to the great vessel of the dead. No answering cry was heard no expectant faces peered over the black bulwarks. The signal flags, "Do you want help?" hung unnoticed. The scene was suggestive of that fable tell ing of a mouse proffering aid to a lion; the huge, still merchantman could have taken the slave catcher upon its broad decks. Presently a boat left the smaller ves sel and skimmed over the water, impell ed by sharp, regular strokes. The sound of the oars alone broke the silence of Nature. In the stern of the boat sat a square shouldered little man, whose brown face and glistening chestnut beard, pleasant ly suggestive of cleanly refinement, com bined with readiness of resource. His pleasant eyes were scarcely hazel, and yet could not be described as gray, be cause the two colors were mixed. As the boat approached the great mer chantman, this officer formed his two hands into a circle and raised his prac ticed voice: "Ahoy there !" There was no reply ; and a moment or two later the small boat swung in be neath the high bulwarks. There was a rope hanging almost to the watery and with a quick jerk the young fellow scram bled up the ship's side like a monkey. Three of the boat's crew prepared to fol low him. . He sat for a moment balanced on the blistered rail, and then leaped lightly on to the deck. Between the planks the pitch had oozed up and glistened like jot, in some places the seasoned wood had warp ed. He stood for a moment alone amid the tangled ropes, and there were beads of perspiration on his brown forehead. It Is no pleasant duty to board a derelict ship, for somewhere or other there will probably be an unpleasant sight, such as is remembered through the remainder of the beholder's life. There was something crude and hard in the entire picture. In the merciless, almost shadowless light of a midday sun every detail stood out in hard outline. The perfect ship, with its forlorn, bedrag gled deck ; the clean spars towering up into the heavens, with their loose cord age, their clumsily furled sails ; and upon the moss-grown deck this square-shouldered little officer trim, seaman-like, prompt, amid the universal slackness the sun gleaming on his white cap and gilt buttons. While he stood for a moment hesitat ing, he heard a strange, unknown sound. It was more like the rattle in a choking man's throat than anything else that ho could think of. Ho turned quickly, and stood gazing upon the saddest sight he had yet seen In all his life. Over the tangled ropes the gount figure of a white dog was creeping toward him. This poor dumb brute was moat piteous and heart rending, for the very dumbness of its tongue endowed its bloodshot, staring eyes with a heaven-born eloquence. As it approached there came from its throat a repetition of the sickening crackle. The young officer stooped over it with kindly word and caress. Then, and then only, did he realize that the black and shriveled object hanging from its open lips was naught else but the poor brute's tongue. This was more like a piece of dried-up leather than living flesh. "Water !" said the officer quickly to tht man climbing over the rail behind him. Some moments elapsed before the Bmall beaker was handed up from the boat, and during these the officer moistened his fin ger at his own lips, touching the dog's tongue tenderly and skillfully. "Look after the poor brute," he said to the man, who at, length brought the water. "Don't give him too much at first." With a lighter step he walked aft, and climbed the brass-bound companion lad der, while two of the boat's crew follow ed upon his heels. Upon the upper deck he stopped sud denly, and the color left his Hps. There, at the wheel, upon an ordinary kitchen chair, sat a man. His two hnnds clutch ed the brass-bound spokes; his head lay prone upon his arms. A large Panama hat completely hid his features, and the wide, graceful brim touched his bent shoulders. As the Btately vessel slowly rocked up on the glassy sweep of rolling wave the great wheel perked from side to side, swaying the man's body with it. From one muscular arm the shirt sleeve had fallen back, displaying sinews like cords beneath the skin. Here, was Death steer ing a dead ship through lifeless waters. And yet in the dramatic picture there was a strange sense of purpose. The man was lashed to the chair. If life had left him this lonely mariner had at least fought a good fight. Beneath the old Panama hat an unusual brain had at one time throbbed and planned and conceived a purpose. This was visible in the very simplicity of his environ ments, for he was at least comfortable. Some biscuits lay upon tne grating beside him there was bunting on the seat and back of the chair while the rope loosely knotted around his person seemed to in dicate that sleep, and perhaps death, had been provided for and foreseen. CHAPTER II. Gcnfty and with excusable hesitation the naval officer raised the brim of the large hat and displayed the face of a living man. There could be no doubt about it. The strong face bore the signs of perfect health the brown hair and closely cropped beard were glossy with life. "He's asleep !" whispered one of the sailors a young man who had not known discipline long. "Halloo, my man! Wake up!" called out the young officer, clapping the sleeper on the back. The. effect was instantaneous. The sleeper opened his eyes and rose to his feet simultaneously, releasing himself from the rope which was hitched over the back of his chair. Despite ragged shirt and trousers, despite the old Pana ma hat with Its limp brim, despite bare feet and tarry hands, there was some thing about this sailor which placed him on a par with the officer. These social distinctions are too subtle for most of us. We can feel them, but to explain is be yond us. We recognize a gentleman, but we can in nowise define one. This sail or's action was perfectly spontaneous and natural as he faced the officer. It was an unconscious assertion of social equal ity. "An English officer !" he exclaimed, holding out his hand. "I am glad to soe the uniform again." The small man nodded his head with out speaking, but he grasped the brown hand somewhat ceremoniously. The form of greeting was also extended to the two seamen by the ragged sailor. "Are you in command of this vessel?" inquired Lieut. Grace, looking round crit ically. "I am at present. I shipped as sec ond m&te, but have now the honor of be ing captain, and bottle washer." The men moved away, looking about them curiously. The younger made for the deck house, seeking the companr ion way below. "Halloo!" exclaimed the solitary mari ner, "where are you men going to? Hold hard, there, you fellows! Let me go down first." The stoutly built little officer held up a warning hand to his men. Then he turned and looked keenly into his com panion's face. The glance was returned with the calm speculation of a man who had not yet found his normal match.. "Yellow fever?" interrogated Grace. , "Yellow fever," answered the other, with a short nod. "I will go first." Suiting the action to the. word, he led the way, and the young officer followed closely. At the head of the companion ladder the sailor stopped. "What la to-day?" he Inquired, ab ruptly. "Thursday." "It was Tuesday when I lashed myself to that chair. I must hav haen sleep ing forty-eight hour." "And you have had no food slnco then?" "I don't know. I really cannot tell you. I remember taking the wheel at midday on Tuesday; sluco then I don't exactly know what I have done." lie hud descended the brass-bound stops, and as he spoke the last words he led tho way Into the saloon. A sail had been cast oyer the open skylight, so that tho full glare of day failed to penetrate into the roomy cabin. Upon the oilcloth-covered table lay a rolled shoot of brown paper In the rough form of a torch, and beside It a box of matches. "I burn brown paper," said the sailor, quietly, as he struck a light and lgnltod the paper "It la the only disinfectant I have left." "You need It!" exclaimed tho officer. In the meantime the other had advanc ed further Into tho cabin. Upon the floor, beyond the table, with tholr heads resting upon the hatch of the laaarette, lay two mon whose forms were distinguishable be neath the dusky S'heets cast over them. "Those are the last of nineteen," said the ragged man, waving aside the acrid smoke. "I have buried seventeen my self, and nursed nineteen. That is the steward, this tho first mate. They quar reled when they were alive. It seems to be made up nw eh? I did my best, but the more I got to know of yellow fe ver the greater was my respect for It. I nfcrsed them to the best of my knowledge, and then I played parson." He pointed to an open Bible lying on the floor. The little officor was watching him with peculiar and continuous scru tiny. He barely glanced at the Bible or at the still forms beneath the unwashed sheet. All his attention was concentrat ed upon tho survivor. "And now," ho said, deliberately, "if you will kindly go on board the Foam I shall take charge of this ship." "Eh?" They stood looking at each other. It is rather a difficult task for a small man to look up Into a face that Is considera bly above him, with a continued dignity. "I'll take command of the ship," he said, soothingly ; "you are only fit for the sick list." Across the long and sunken face there gleamod again an unpleasant smllo a more contraction of the features, for the eyes remained terribly Bolemn. Tlren he looked round the cabin In a dreamy way, and moved toward the base of the mizzen mast. "I have navigated her almost single handed for a fortnight," he said; "I am glad you came." Then the officer led him away from the cabin. CHAPTER III. From tho moment that the ragged steersman opened his mournful gray eyes and looked upon the sunburned face of Lieut. Grace he had felt himself insensi bly drawn toward his rescuer. This feel ing was not the mere sense of gratitude which was naturally awakened, but some thing stronger. It was almost a convic tion that this chance meeting on the deck of a fever-stricken ship was something more than an Incident. It was a begin ning the beginning of a new influence upon his life. When Grace laid his sunburned hand upon the sleeper's shoulder he had felt pleasantly conscious of a contact which had further Import than mere warm flan nel and living muscle. It was distinctly sympathetic in its influence, for there Is a meaning in touch. As the two men emerged on deck the officer turned to ward his companion. "In another hour," he said, "that small dog would have been doad." "Ah! you've saved him?" exclaimed the other. "Yes. He will recover. I know dngs." "He's had no water since Tuesday." "He looked rather like It Come. We will go on board my ship and report to the old man, while you get a meal some soup I should think will be the best. You will have to be careful." He led tho way aft, toward the rail where the men, having found a rope lad der, were lowering it oyer the side. Be fore reaching them he turned. "By the way," he said, quietly, "what is your name?" "Tyars Claud Tyars." "Cltiud Tyars," repeated the little offi cer, musingly, as If searching in his mind for some recollection. "There was a Tyars In the Cambridge boat two years ago a Trinity man." "Yes there was." Lieut. Grace looked up in his singu lar, searching way. "You are the man?" "I am the man." ' , With a little nod the young officer con tinued his way. They did not speak again until they were'seated in the gig on the way toward the Foam. "I had a cousin," the officer remarked then In a cheerfully conversational man ner, "at Cambridge. He would be a con temporary of yours. My name Is Grace." The rescued man aoknowiod neat introduction with a grave nod. 1 remember him well," he replied. "A great mathematician." "I believe he was," answered Grace. He was looking toward his ship, which was near at hand. The crew were group ed amidships, peering over the rail, while a tall old man on 'the niinrtnr iwir - - " - .... Wl , OWT- ping in bis meditative promenade occa sionally, watched their approach with the aid of a pair of marine glasses. "The skipper is on the lookout for us," continued the young officor in a low tone of voice requiring no reply. "A slaver?" Inquired Tyars, following the direction of his companion's 'eyes. "Yes, a slaver, and the quickest shin upon the coast." Propelled by strontr and willing .- the boat soon reached the yacht-like ves sel, ana m a few minutes Claud Tyara was repeating his story to her captain a genial, white-haired, red-faced sailor. (To be continued.) Mental power cannot be got from 111. fed brains,