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J. lffeiJr fp ... 'A .v ' Atari " ids W. A. Mitchell, dealer in general merchandise, Martin, Ga., writes: "My wife lost in weight from 130 to 08 pounds. We saw she could not live long. She was a skeleton, so we con sulted an old physician. He told her to try Pernna. "She gradually commenced Im proving and getting a little strength. She now weighs 106 pounds. She is gaining every day, and does her own housework and cooking." Dnblou. Stlppler Did, Miss Kutts admire your paintings? Dobber I don't know. Stippler What did Bhe say about them? Dobbler That she could feel that I put a great deal of myself into my work. Stippler Well, that's praise. Dobber Is It? The picture I showed her was "Calves in a Mead ow." Couldn't Stop Him. "Speaking of success In life," re marked Ilojax, "there goes a man who Las left hundreds of people behind de spite their strenuous efforts to overtake Llni." "Indeed!" exclaimed Tomdlx. "Who Is he?" "Oh," replied Ilojax, "he's a motor man on a trolley car." Hilt the Other Side Objected. Attorney (for the defense) Do you know anything about the merits of this case? Venireman I should say not. It hasn't any merits. Attorney We'll take this man, your honor. s s ft wrer . 8 NO LIMIT TO ITS POWERS FOR EVIL Contagious Blood Poison has brought more suffering, misery and humila tion into the world than all other diseases combined ; there is hardly any limit to it3 powers for evil. It is the blackest and vilest of all disorders, wrecking the lives of those unfortunate enough to contract it and often being transmitted to innocent offspring, a blighting legacy of suffering and shame. So highly contagious is the trouble that innocent persons may contract it by using the same table ware, toilet articles or clothing of one in whose blood the treacherous virus has taken root. Not only is it a powerful poison but a very deceptive one. Only those who have learned by bitter experience know by the little sore or ulcer, which usually makes its appearance first, of the Buffering which is to follow. It comes in the form of ulcerated mouth and throat, unsightly copper colored spots, swollen glands in the groin, falling hair, offensive sores and ulcers on the body, and in severe cases the finger nails drop off, the bones become diseased, the nervou3 system is shat tered and the sufferer becomes an object of pity to his fellow man. Especi ally is the treacherous nature of Contagious Blood Poison, shown when the infected person endeavors to combat the poison with mercury and potash. These minerals will drive away all outward symptoms of the troubles for a while, and the victim is deceived into the belief that he is cured. When, however, the treatment is left off he finds that the poison has only been driven deeper into the blood and the disease reappears, and usually in worse form because these strong minerals have not only failed to remove the virus from the blood but have weakened the entire system because of their destructive action. S. S. S. is she only real and certain cure for Contagious Blood Poi son. It is made of a combination of healing blood-purifying roots, herbs and barks, the best in Nature's great laboratory of forest and field. We offer a reward of $1,000 for proof that S. S. S. contains a particle of mineral in any form. S. S. S. goes down to the PURELY VEGETABLE Write for our special book on Contagious Blood Poison, which fully ex plains the different stages of the trouble, and outlines a complete home treat ment for all sufferersof this trouble. No charge is made for this book, and if you wish special medical advice about case or any of its symptoms, out physicians Will be glad to furnish that, too, without barge, , THE SWIFT SPEGIF1Q CO., ATLANTA, CA The IJuirncnota. ' Here are two essays on the Hugue nots by Chicago public school pupils: "The Hugouots are people In France that are followers of Victor Hugo. Their leader Is a man named Jean Valjenn that was a thief, but got con verted and turned out well. The Hugo nots are very good people. A lady named Evangelino wrote a long poem about theiu. but It don't rhyme." "The Huguenots Is the name of a big thing like a steam roller that the mo gul used In. India to run over people. It snuoshed them to death and was very terrible. It had eyes painted on it like a dragon, and snorted steam when It was running. They are no huguenots enny more." Finene. , "Senator, everybody Is commending that speech you made the other day on the subject of the trusts." "I think myself it was a pretty fair effort." "Unfortunately, I didn't hear it. What position did you take?" "Bless you, I didn't take any. I man aged, however, to assure each party to the controversy that Its position was the only correct and losical one." Time to Jinn. Gunner There was a bad, bold bur glar up In the girls' college the other day. Guyer You don't say. And did the girls yell? Gunner I should say so. They gave the college yell and the burglar hasn't stopped running yet Ancient Inntanee. Moses was numbering the children of Israel. "What are you doing that for?" some body asked him. "They wouldn't stand for a referen dum," explained Moses, "and I had to turn it into a census." Not even his worst enemies, however, accused Moses of doing it for political purposes. One that Did. Lawyer (cross-examining witness) Are you sure you didn't dream that, Mr. Ruggles? By the way, do you believe in dreams? Witness Not as a general thing, but I know they come true sometimes. Lawyer O, they do, do they? Can you mention a specific instance? Witness Yes, sir. You remember, Mr. Ketcham, you paid me $5 the other day that you had been owing me a year. Well, I had dreamed the night before that you met me on the street and paid it. I was so strongly impressed with that dream that I hunted you up the next day, you recollect, and dunned you for it. Chicago Tribune. There is more Catarrh In this section of the country than all other diseases put together, and until the last few years was supposed to he incurable. For agreatmanyyearsdoctorspro nounced it alocal disease, and prescribedlocal remedies, and by constantly failing to cure with local treatment, pronounced It incurable. Science has proven catarrh to be a constitu tional disease, and therefore requires constitu tional treatment. Hall's Catarrh Cure, manu factured by F. S. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio, is the only constitutional cure on the market. It Is ta'ten intornally in doses from 10 drops to a teaspoonful. It acts directly on the blood and rfaf.s nf the svstom. They offer one 'hundred dollars for an case It fails to cure. Send for circulars ana testimonials. Address, F.J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, 0 Bold by Drugorists.75c. , Hall's Family Pills are the best. Cynical. "Permit me to ask you, madam," said the lawyer, who was a friend of the fam ily, "your real reason for wanting a di vorce from your husband." , "He isn't the man I thought I was marrying," explained the fair caller. "My dear madam," rejoined the law yer, "the application of that principle would break up every home in the country." very bottom of the trouble and by cleansing the blood of every particle of the virus and adding rich, healthful qualities to this vital fluid, forever cures this powerful disorder. So thoroughly does S. S. S. cleanse the circulation that no signs of the disease are ever seen asrain. and offsnrinsr is rjrotceted. J THE CHARITY GIML f By EFFIE A. ROWLANDS I OTAPTEIt IV. (Continued.) He Immediately sent tho girl to a Parisian school, and then i sot abont trying to force bis way Into the ranks of tho upper ten. His money, his po litical views, and his power, as determin ed by the fact of his being a large em ployer of labor, and, therefore, of con trolling a large percentage of votes, brought about an acquaintance, and then a friendship, with Sir Edw'.n Gsseoigne, an impecunious but moat aristocratic baronet. By Sir Edwin's aid. Mr Fra ser was returned in the Conservative cause, and his step planted on the first rung of the ladder. He was a decidedly clever man, and although U.o mean and niggardly to be altogether popular, ho was not long in finding Home friends. Among these, however, could not be class ed Constance Gaseolgne, Sir Edward's second and only surviving daughter. Miss Gaseolgne was a very beautiful girl, but she had won the reputation of having a bitter and unkind tongue. Every one knew that Constance Gaseolgne did not share in her father's infatuation for Mr. Fraser, and yet she electrified the whole social world by suddenly beaming his wife. There was the nine days' gossip, and then the Fraser marriage became a thing of the past, although there were some of Constance's women friends who still discussed the subject. "There has been something mysterious about the girl for the last t wo years !" cried Mrs. Fanfare, the biggest scandal monger of the time, "and 1 for one al ways thought that young Frank Anstru ther's sudden death had a great deal to do with it. Constance was madly in love with him, poor girl ! Well, she has, done very well in one sense. This Fraser man is rolling in money positively rolling, my dear!" In a vague, yet uncertain, way Sheila felt that it was only through her step mother's popularity and undoubted social position that she was received and wel comed as the friend of the county fami lies around the neighborhood, and pos sessed the entree of the iiest houses In London when they stayed there for the season ; and, bearing this in mind, It was only natural she should be very care ful to keep on good terms with one who was so very indispensable to her. Deep down in the girl's shallow pretense of a heart there lurked a rankliug jealousy for the delicate, aristocratic, still beau tiful woman who had been her father's wife. Sheila had never quite understood Constance Fraser, and she was Just a lit tle bit afraid of her; she knew how bit ter the sweet, refined voice could ring sometimes, and how contemptuously the pale lips could curve when occasion mer ited it. She felt vaguely that Mrs. Fra ser knew her at her exact worth ; and yet the young stepmother bad never, by word or Bign, been anything Lut kind and affectionately considerate ro the girl whose guardian she was. Sheila turned away from the mirror with a frown, and throwing herself on her lace-trimmed pillow, again took up her letters. The frown vanished as she read the warm and pressing invitations from two or three of the best houses around to luncheon, dinner, tea, and the like. "Bah ! I am a fool !" she said to her self, and she laughed shortly. "I was only half awake just now, and what If this girl is pretty, how does that affect me? I am Miss Fraser, of Dinglewood, and heiress to a good hundwd thousand pounds. I don't think I need trouble my head about a servant maid's face !" She read through the rest of her letters, and then rang her bell sharply. "Why doesn't the girl come back? I must get up, or Jack will be off before I have half dressed!" The bell rang sharply in he corridor outside, but Audrey neither understood nor heeded its purpose. She was very frightened, and very full of pity at that particular moment. She had gone direct, as Miss Fraser had commanded her, to Mrs. Fraser's loom ; she knew it, because Bircham had pointed it out to her the evening before; she bad knocked gently, and on receiving an aar. the had gone timidly In. The rem ws Urge, airy and pretty ; It was hurjg uriiuj i&inty chintz, and was, com pared i SiceiJa's magnificent apartment, simple tjjl description ; yet Audrey felt, in a Hidden and indescribable way, that she liked it much better ; It was so fresh and dainty looking, and there was plenty of room to move about, A fire was burning brightly, and a large bowl of daffodils and tulips made a spot of color in the window. A woman, in a white mob cap and large apron, was just placing a tray by the bedside, and Au drey, raising her eyes very nervously, saw a delicate, lovely face lying on the pillow. "Who is It, .Marshall?" Inquired Mrs. Fraser in a low, but singularly sweet voice. "If you please, I I am come from Miss Fraser." Audrey stammered out the message as easily as she could. She wus not exact ly frightened, and yet her heart was flut tering, for she felt rather than saw that Mrs. Fraser's eyes were fixed upon her. Marshall was replying in a brisk yet re spectful way when her mistress stopped her. She stretched out a fragile hand, white as snow, toward the girl. .VWho are you?" she asked In eager, hurried tones. "Where do you come, from? Couie nearer! Come close I I want to see your face. I " "If you please, ma'am, tb's is Miss Fraser's new maid as Mrs. Thorngate 'as got for her," said Marshall. Mrs. Fraser had pushed herself up In bed ; her deep bluo eyes were shining ilka stars, aud a rush of color hail come into her white chseks. Involuntarily Audrey had drawn nearer, and had put her small, work-stained fingers Into thoe other del icate one. Mrs. Fraser pusued tho girl round with her face to the liirht, paused for an Instant, and then gave one broken, sobbing cry ; "Merciful heavens! It ! it Is " Sh strugfled with her orith, stretch ed out her two hands as though to some unseen yet precious proteuror, and then gave an Inarticulate moan and droppod back on her pillow lnsnsib:e. Audrey, trembling in every limb, haateued to obey Marshall, as she directed her to Bring some eau-de-cologne and salts from the large chints-hung dressing table j she did not know why, but the slgnt of Mrs. Fraser's death-like face pained her be yond description. Marshall evidently was not unusod to this sign of weakness In her mistress. "She'd one of her bad nights," Audrey heard her mutter; "poor lamb! I know It when I first saw her this morning. Poor Miss Constance ! Poor, pretty Miss Con Btanee !" She whisked away a tear while she rub bed soma of the scent across the pale brow, and held tho salts to the delicate nostrils, "I've been with her erer since she were a child," she said, huskily, to Audrey, who stood with her hands tightly clasp ed together; "and she'll never be nothing to me but Miss Constance, poor dear !" "Is is she always ill?" Why was It that Audrey could not control her voice? Marahall nodded her head, and just then the bell pealed through the corridor again, and Mrs. Fraser opened her thickly fringed eyes with a start and looked blankly around her. Marnaall motioned Audrey away. Audrey reluctantly with drew her gase from that sweet, suffering face, and with the memory of those deep blue eyes clinging to her, she returned to her mistress' room. "Another fainting fit?" observed Sheila, Impatiently. "Dear me, How tiresome! I suppose she won't be able to go to the Glaston hunt ball to-night Maxse, you seem to me inclined to dawdle. I can't have lazy people about me. Bircham, my white serge tea gown. I suppose the breakfast gong has soundeilT" , "Yes, miss, ten minutes ago; and I met his lordship a-goin' down as I come up. You'll just have tnae to run into Mrs. Fraser's room and " "I shall have nothing of the kind," retorted Sheila stamping her root Im patiently, as Audrey's cold fingers moved slowly in their task of b'lttoulng her dainty shoe straps. "You must go in and tell Mrs. Fraser I will see her after breakfast. Bircham, this girl Is simply a clumsy fool ! If you can't teach her to manage better than this she must go!" Audrey's eyes were blinded with hot tears. Sho was doing her very best, but Sheila had no pity for her awkwardness, and could willingly have kicked her for looking so beautiful. CHAPTER V. "What time do we start?" Sheila Fra ser asked Lord John, as breakfast drew to an end. She was not alone with the young man; an elderly lady, a poor relative of her mother's, was present. Had Sheila been left to her own inclinations, tills quiet, grim, and undoubtedly middle-class Mrs. Watson would never have been given a place in her home; but Constance Fraser had spoken so direct and to the point on this subject that her stepdaughter had given in, and offered in as gracious a manner as she could tho post of housekeeper to this impoverished connection. "Do you seriously think of going to day'" he laughed, turning to the girl, who looked very fresh and pretty In her picturesquely draped white serge gown. "Why not?" demanded Sheila. "Bemeraber the ball." ' "Oh, the ball!" with an uVy laugh. "My dear Lord John, I could follow the hounds for a week at a tim, and then dance through two balls." "Sheila has excellent health," Mrs. Watson remarked, monotonously. Sheila roso abruptly. 'How slow their friendship advanced. He was perfectly aware that It was his mother's most earn est desire to see Sheila Frasar his wife, but he was equally well aware that he had no such desire himself. He was in no hurry to be married, and ha certainly would never marry for money. All this, however, he kept io himself, and although he was so intimate with the heiress of Dinglewood, he had never by word or deed given either Sheila or any one else reason to suppose that he held any deper feeling for the girl than that of an ordinary friend. Later Sheila had some dinner in her room, having ascertained that Mrs. Fra ser would be well enough to accompany her to the ball ; and when the time came ghe arrayed herself in her magnificent diamonds, and even gave "the charity girl" a smile, as Audrey, overcome with tho brilliant spectacle, put her hands together, and exclaimed aloud with de lighted admiration.- "Let Maxse sit up for me, Bircham," she ordered, and then she swept away and Joined . .Mrs. Fraser's tnj elegant figure In the hall below. "My mistress 'ought not to have gone out to-night! It Is enough to kill her!" exclaimed Marshall In Indignation. "If I had my way, I'd have toid Miss Fra ser pretty plain what I fWnk of hsr, dragging a poor, sick, suffering creature out a cold night like this, and all for her selfishness! It's huartliws, loafs what I call it!" Bircham made no rply, although she overheard this speech ; but Audrey fult her heart beating with sympathy, too. How fraglliMiud ill Mrs. Fraser looked! Surely Miss Fraser could not have known how weak sho was! "Now, keep up tho fire, and you may go to sleep, if you Ilka," Illrrham suld. "See that Miss Sheila's slippers are warm, and everything out that she wants. They'll ring the bell when they como, but I don't expect thoy'U b home till quite morning." Aurrcy glanced at the clock and slghod v.erlly; she sat down timld'y on one of the richly covered chairs, and dictated to herself that she must not and should not go to sleep. Needless to say, lefore half an hour had gone, soothed by the warmth, the luxurious cushions at her back, and lulled by the silvery ticking of th clock, ihe was fast asleep, drrauil.ig of Jean. All at once she was 'awakened, a boll went pealing through the client house. the started from her cosy noik and rub bed her eyes. Nearly half past twelve! Theyswcre. homo early. She stood at at tention, and went to open tho door for Mibs Fraser. There seemed to bo some llttlo confusion, and then Aadrey heard a (rank, determined voice. "I tell you I'm going to carry you up stairs. I will not leave you till I see you safe in your room." There was Borne murmured piotcst, and then Audrey perceived Jack Glendur wood, coming along as easily as possi ble, carrying Mrs. Fraser's slight form iu his arms. He saw the gl,l in an In stant "Which is tho room?" he asked, quick to read and appreciate the sjmpathy in her great blue eyes. She led the way and oponod the door. Marshall was dozing by tf Ore "What Is It?" sho cried, starting up hurriedly ; then, as she grasped the sit uation, "Ah, Miss Constance, I knew how It would be ; you weren't fit for it, my lomb ! Bring her here, my lord. I'm right thankful to you for carrying hnr tip ; she's as weak as an Infant, that's what she Is." "Don't believe her, Jack," said Con stance Fraser In her sweet, feeble voice. She waa lying back in a great wide chair, looking inexpressibly beautiful, though as white as a ghost, in her long, black velvet dress, with th rich Valen ciennes lace about tho neck. Jack Glendurwood foiod his arms and looked down at her gravely. "Promise to go to bed at once," he said. "I shall not leave vntll I bear you are at rest." "At rest?" A faint, bitter smile flick ered across tho pale lips, aad then Mrs. Fraser stretched out her hand. "Good nighl, my friend. Heaven blss you and thank you for your loving tsre of me. I I am not worth it, Jack, dear; I am not worth it." For answer he bent down and kissed the white hand, and then Mrs. Fraser taught sight of Audrey standing behind. "It was no dream ! It was no myth ! Como to me, child ! Ah, do not be fright ened; I will not harm you. I will only kiss you, and gaze Into your face." Jack Glendurwood had turned with a start, and made way for Audrey to pass him. She move slowly across to that black-robed form and knelt down. She was not frightened, only awed and strangely stirred. "Lift up your eyes. Ah !" as Audrey obeyed her. "Child! Child! Who are you? What are you, with your face that comes up from the past?" Sho bent for ward and touched the girl's brow with her lips; she clung to the girl's hands and a moan escaped "her. Suddenly she released her hold, and her htad droppod on her breast. , "Take her away, my lo.'d !" cried Mar shall, bending over her mistress. "She has got something on her mind I. She has doni nothing but talk of this child's face all day. It's only weakness, I fear. Poor Mil- Constance!" "Come," said Jack to Audrey, very gentlj. As one in a dream she rose to her feet and followed him out of the room, and then, when she was outside, she burst into a flood of Irrepressible, renous tears, leaning against the wall, ierjless of any one or anything but the strange, wild tu mul' and pain in her breast. Jack stood by in silence, but as her sobs died away he put his hand gently on her shoulder. "Poor child ! Poor little child !" Then, as she lifted her tear-stained, eloquent loveliness to his face, he Jrew both her hands in his. "Don't cry, child!" he said, quickly, "I I hate to see you cry. You seem very lonely; you are strange here. Come; shall we strike a bargain? You let me help you yesterday, you must let me help you again. Shall we be friends?" "Friends, my lord?" she faltered. "You and I! Oh, it cannot De! I am only a servant, a charity girl, and ycu " "Are henceforth the friend of that char ity girl," was his answer, and with that he bent and kissed her hands as he had just kissed Constance Fraser's and, with a tender smile and gentle "good-night" went slowly down the stairs and out o' the house. (To be continued.) Sure to Jump, Gunner Always Jump out of bed on time, eh? Have you a good alarm clock? Guyer Oh, I have something better than that I have an automobile horn, by my bed that toots by compressed air at a certain hour and thJa I Jump five feet ' ,v : ''Strenuous Job. .. , ','IIas young Dudeleigh any occupa tion?" asked the dear girl's mother. "Indeed he has," replied the d. gt, "He's raising a mustache."
