The Columbia register., June 03, 1904, Image 6

The Planter's Daughter
2S FATE'S REVENGE
By MRS. ALICE P. CARRISTON
Author of "A Waif from the Sea," "Her Brlgntstt Hope,"
Wayward Winnefred," etc.
CHAPTER XIX.
Greeham lasted on the way back to
tha rill. He hud failed tonally In his
mission, he dreaded to face his constitu
ents and admit how thoroughly he had
been routed, and consequently he yield
ed to certain sense of cowardice. But
tha loneliness of the night and the fe
rocity of the storm nothing daunted him;
Indeed, they conspired fayorably to as
sist him in. shaping his plana for the fu
ture, afforded htm time and frvedkMU to
think.
Once a dim coivrloiisness of being
tracked assailed him; not that he posi
tively heard a footstep; on the contrary
It was merely that indefinable sense of a
human presence, that peculiar power
Which a watching eye possesses to rouse
sleeper from deep unconsciousness. He
heeded it so far as to turn and look be
hind hhn; In fact, he paused until a re
current flash illumined tue sodden road,
but he saw nothing hut the dripping
branches swayed by the soughing wind.
Had be taken the trouble to retrace
his steps a short distance and glance in
at a darkling gateway, he would have
found the man, Camille, crouching there,
waring to continue upon his mysterious
errand.
The sound of the doctor' footfall npon
the steps of the Tills was the signal to
attract Lucian Courtlandt to the doorway
followed by Claire. The radiance of a
lighted hall fell out upon Gresham'a face
and dripping form. Ere a query aa to
the roauk of his mission could be framed,
he exclaimed, cheerily, addressing Claire:
"Come, come! You are violating my
orders by remaining up so late. You
hould be snugly in bed and out of this
miserable dampness."
"But, doctor," pleaded Claire, "how
could you expect me to retire without
seeing you? What hare you to tell us?
What aays the poor woman?"
"I have to tell you Ah at I am drenched
to the skin and can't be expected to stand
here shivering," he answered, with a
forced raugh; "as to the 'poor woman,' I
hare merely to say that you hare seen
her for the last time; she will trouble
you no more. Now, away to bed wfch
you. and permit me to retire."
With an inroluntary sigh of relief,
Claire went towards the staircase, but
paused and returned to the doctor.
"You were gentle with her, were you
not?" she asked.
"As gentle as a lamb," came the men
dacious reply.
And so poor Claire retired with, a
lighter heart than she bad borne In her
bosom for many a long day. Scarcely
had the hem of her flowing robe vanish
ed t the bead of the staircase' than
Greeham laid his hand npon Oourtlandt's
arm, whispering:
"Come with me into the library."
Instantly She transitory look of relief
npon the young husband's face ranished
end he turned deadly pale with appre
hension. The door being closed, he fal
tered f
"Well, what is it, doctor? Yon have
failed?"
"Signally," was the curt reply.
"Well, out with it What is it?" de
manded Courtlandt, despairingly.
'T hare failed! I did not half under
stand the person with whom I had to
deal. She has worked herself into a
roost unmanageable frame of mind, and
Is prepared to do anything."
"What said she?"
, "ETerything but the right thing."
"What does she Insist upon?"
"The custody of her child."
Lucian Courtlandt's face darkened and
he sank upon a chair.
"What are we to do?"
Gresham indulked in another of bis
ggrarating emiles.
"She proposes to kill herself unless
you come to her within an hour," the re
plied. "The hour must hare elapsed."
"Yea, by fifteen minutes," answered
the doctor, consulting bis Trateh.
Courtlandt rose quickly and fixed both
his hands firmly upon Gresham'a arm.
"Do yon think it possible that she can
hare made good her threat?" he breath
ed. "Bah!"
Lucian Courtlandt turned away with
an air of deep despondency. He paced
the room, frequently passing bid hands
agitatedly through his hair, while his
pallid lips framed inarticulate words,
Presently he returned to Greaham and
abruptly exclaimed:
. "I know not what to do. You must di
rect me. What must I do?"
"You must see thU woman to-night."
"To-night!" gasped Courtlandt, in dis
may; "see her to-night? To what end?'
"There is but one way of adjusting
this dreadful complication. You must
make a concession."
' "What concession?"
"Her child. It is Fate's revenge."
Whatever anguished reply Lucian
Courtlandt might hare made was sent
flying into the realms of the unknown
by a shriek, distant but distinctly audi
ble to the two men.
The door was flung open, and with one
accord they burst into the hall to find it
wrapped in Stygian darkness, and while
they paused an instant bewildered, a
rushing sound as of feet rapidly descend
ing the staircase greeted theni; the out
er door was violently slammed, then all
was silence.
At the door of the nursery they paus
ed, transfixed with amazement. A night
lamp burned dimly in the empty fireplace,
feebly illuminating the chamber, across
the threshold of which Claire lay pros
trate in a dead swoon, the train of her
snowy white robe soiled by the imprint
of a muddy boot. Martha Dunn, sudden'
lr awakened from surreptitious nap
was starting from her chair in dire
larm, while, strangest of all, little Leon
$at bolt upright upon his pretty cot, star-
ins In amazement upon the bystanders.
"In heaven's name, what has happen
ed here?" burst from Courtlandt's lips.
"Merer mind what has happened," an
swvrsd Qreeham, as fas stooped to raise
hh stricken patient; "order out your car
riace and go to that woman. Do as I
bade you, if you hare any consideration
for this poor creature!"
ClfAPTKU XX.
"Where is my child?"
The words were pronounced in low,
sibilant tone, like the hist of a venomous
rep:ile. To speak truly, the Toice of
Sylphide Couramont in that supreme mo
ment betrayed less of maternal anguish
at disappointed hope, than of ruppreased
fury at being batlhvl In her revenge.
At the sound of the returning foot
steps of her emissary, she had darted
from the lounge, upon which she had
flung her weary, waiting body, wkih the
celerity that a swallow wings its flight
from ka threatened nest beneath the
eaves; she had recoiled a step, having
thrown open the blinds to admit Camille,
and stood waiting for his reply, her deli
cate hands clenched until the nails pene
trated the flesh.
"I harcn't anything to say," replied
the man, sullenly, prepared to face the
worst; "I haren't got tht child that's
all." .
"Why notr
"Because I saw her."
"Saw whom?" - -
"My young mistress Mrs. Court
landt." "Shut the blinds," she said, merely,
"and tell me how It happened."
She crossed to an easy chair beside the
table that occupied the middle of the
room; but Instead of seating herself she
stood leaning upon ks back, wilting for
him to speak. With the slow indifference
of a man -woh feels himself hopelessly
condemned, Camille fixed his leaden eyes
upon her with a dogged defiance burn
ing luridly In their dark depths.
"There aint much to tell," he began,
moodily; "I did my best; I stole in at the
library window like a thief; I got upstairs
and into the nursery, where I found the
boy asleep. She came to the door s min
ute later snd, great hearent shall I ever
forget he look she gave me?"
"You're a coward!" panted Sylphide;
"why didn't you kill her?"
"I tried it once," he answered, dar
ingly; "and I don't propose to do It again.
She raised the house with a shriek, and
fell down at my feet Then I got out"
For a moment or two silence reigned
in the apartment, broken only by the
slow drip, drip, drip of the eaves, and
the occasional thunder, which now boom
ed and rolled away in the distance. At
last Sylphide Couramont spoke, as it
were to herself. -
"Fate Aall avenge me!" she muttered;
"I will hare my child!"
"You can apply to him, since he's com
ing here."
"Who is coming here?" she demanded
in a startled way.
"Mr. CourJandt I overheard the doc
tor tell him it was best he should."
Again there was a momentary silence,
at the end of which she glanced np at
him cunningly, as she said:
"Whatever I may effect through an in
terview with Mr. Courtlandt, bear in
mind that I am Indebted to you for noth
ing."
"I have done all I could," he retorted.
assuming his sullen air again; "more than
I ought to have done. I confess I want
the money. But even had I succeeded
you wouldn't have profited by it, since
Mr. Courtlandt no longer loves you."
"I am well aware of the fact," shs
replied, defiantly; "but understand that
he said to me on the day we parted,
'When Claire has ceased to live, I swear
to you that yon shall have your child
again, and that I will return to you.'
Were she dead, whether he still loves me
or not, he, being a gentleman of his
word, would render me my child, and
give me the refuge of his name, for I
am free now. Do you comprehend? I
am free, and yet everything slips through
my fingers1 Everything that by right be
longs to me I lose through her. And
why? Because you have no courage, be
cause you are a coward!"
He met the torrent of her disdainful
wrath with patience.
"You forget," he said, "that she took
arsenic enough to kill twenty women.
Since ehe is still alive, it is heaven's will
that she should be."
"Had you employed other means," she
rejoined; "look, a weapon like thiz!" She
raised the httle revolver and balanced it
In her hand, adding insinuatingly, "if you
had used a weapon like this, you would
have secured you can still secure the
five thousand dollars, if you will!"
She forced the little gleaming instru
ment of death into his hand, unconscious
ly thrust forth in a covetous attitude;
but he seemed unaware of what he held,
since he only murmured dreamily:
"Five thousand dollars!"
"For a man so fond of money, five
thousand dollars Is a neat sum. But you
may possess the sum to-morrow so de
cide!" "No, no!" he exclaimed, placing the
weapon upon the table with a ring, and
moving away, but suddenly pausing to
ask, "how do I know that you would
stand to your agreement? What security
have I? -It Isn't likely that you carry
eo much about you "
"You think not?" she retorted, tri
umphantly; "I am happy to be able to In
form you that I have twice that amount
about me at this moment!"
Camille recoiled aghast
"Ten thousand dollars!" he gasped.
"See for yourself.'"
She took from its resting place behind
a sofa, a small leathern satchel, and ex
tracted from it a mass of bank notes,
bound with a narrow strap of paper.
"Is there ten thousand dollars there?"
panted Camille, hoarsely.
"Yes, ten thousand dollars. It means
a farm, a tranquil life and happiness."
Seizing the revolver, the man exclaim
ed, wildly:
"Direct me! What must I do?"
"You know well enough; It Is bat the
work of a moment In a few hours you
can be far from hers and in saf sty."
"Conceal those bills! cried the wretch
ed victim; "they dasnle me, fascinate us,
make nte mad!"
She broke the band, and flaunted the
crisp leaves before his eyes.
"Look at them we'.ir she persisted;
"they mean fortune, well being, happi
ness. "la hearen'a nam, don't you Under
stand me?" he shrieked, fairly beside
himaelf. "IWt joti see they tempt me
to kill youT
"Me!"
She recoiled half way across the room,
palpitating with terror.
"Yes. you!" be hissed. "And what do
I risk? You have signified your intention
of committing suicide-to-night. nd I
think you can gnens that I had far rath-1
er make the money by killing a wrelch
like yon than by assassinating an honest
woman!"
"Oh, no, no! You will not, dare not I
will summon "
"Silence!"
He took deadly aim. She sprang to-'
warns a uoor opening upon us hall of
the houw.
"Help, help!"
"Hush, I tell you!"
There was a sharp report of the re
volver, a piercing scream, succeeded by
a heavy fall and for an instant, the dim
lyxllghted room was obscured by smoke.
Flinging aside his weapon, Camilla
sprang to the side of his vlertm, kneK
down, and tore the fatal fortune from
her cramped filacers. Ere he could rise.
a flash, Lucian Courtlandt stood within
the room.
"You have killed her!" he exclaimed,
paralyxed with horror.
"Yes," came the desperate retort, "I
Thar kill.) httf aa ati VttnHjtat --v kill
your wife. I tailed wlta the powon, and
didn't see fit to try ad. Well, I'm ready
to take the consequences!"
Another sun Is setting, and npon the
rine-hung plana of the Newport villa,
Lucian and Claire sit side by tide.
For some time silence has folded Its
wings above them, after the recital that
he has given her.
"Claire." he asks, at last, "can yon
accord her your forgiveness for all shs'
has done to you?" I
"How can you ask that, Lucian?" ')
murmurs. "I am unworthy even to for
glre. Let heaven forgive her If she has
sinned." Then, after a pause, she looks
np at him, tearfully. "But, Lucian, can
you forgive me for my unjust suspicion
of you?" she asks, tremulously.
ne takes her m his arms and kisses
her for the first time, tenderly.
"If you are unworthy to forgive," hs
whispers, "how unfitting am I."
And to the night falls with a great
peace, and rests upon them like a bene
diction. (The end.)
8AVED FROM RATTLERS.
Two Venoaaona Bnakae Emter Home el
PannsylraaU Faraaer.
No Pennsylvania mother la Indian
times ever had a more thrilling experi
ence than fell to the lot of Mrs. Joseph
Button near niheyvllle. She saved
the life of her year-old child In a
unique way and then dispatched an
enemy that menaced ber own life.
The Button home is on the old turn
pike that runs from Jersey Shore to
Coudersport, and not far from the
section of country locally known aa
the Black Forest. Mrs. Button, com
paratively young and used to the
dangers of wild beasts, 1b as brave a
woman as one could find in a day's
travel amid the hills of Clinton or
Totter counties. She has a record of
having killed a thieving bear with an
axe and three deerskins In her home
are. trophies of her marksmanship.
But her experience of the other day
had to do with rattlesnakes, and she
declares now that she'd "rather tackle
a regiment of wild cats" than to face
such a situation again.
Mrs. Button had gone to a pasture
to milk two cows. She left her baby
asleep on one of the deerskin mats on
the floor of the kitchen. On the way
out she stopped at the garden patch
to pick some vegetables, bo that when
she finished the milking and started
back to the house more than half an
hour had elapsed.
As she neared the house her earn
caught the prattling of her baby boy.
Hastening to the house, Mrs. Button
was horrified to see a monster rattle
snake half-colled on the floor within
two feet of the baby. Its rattlers
were buzzing furiously and the ugly
head was elevated and Bwaylng from
side to side. Mrs. Button realized that
it was about to strike. The baby had
In his hands a birch switch, and with
this was endeavoring to strike the
serpent It was this that had aroused
the snake's temper. The child had the
switch upraised and was about to give
the snake a playful blow.
Almost fainting, the mother tottered
otward her child. Her strength gave
way and she fell against the baby's
high chair, which stood near the door.
Her arm rested against something
soft, and an angry rattle roused her
to action. Another rattlesnake was
colled on the Beat of the chair. The
woman was In the same peril as the
child. Springing forward, she hurled
the two gallons of milk that she car
ried at the reptile on the floor, at tht
same time deluging the baby.
The effect was Instantaneous. Ceas
ing its rattling, the reptile on the floor
started for the door. Mrs. Button
seized a broom and with a single blow
broke Its neck.
At this moment the snake on the
high chair struck at the woman, and,
barely missing her, fell upon the I oor
near the baby. Here the reptilo's
peculiarity gave the woman the vic
tory. A rattler never strikes except
from the colL It could have bitten
the baby as It lay stretched upon
the floor, but, true to Its nature, it
began to coll first. Before it could'
arrange Itself for striking the woman
dispatched it with the broomsticks
Boston Globe.
A stalk of Indian corn uses up 31
pounds of water during its teaaon.
Mrs, Radnor, who was making an In
vestigation of the large china closet,
uttered a wall of grief that brought
her devoted husband on a ruu from the
library,
"What on earth have you done?" he
Inquired anxiously. "Hive you hurt
yourself? Come down off that step
ladder and let me see, Here, let me
lift you down."
"Keep away from me," said Mrs.
Radnor. "I'm all right, but look at
this pickle dish!"
"What pickle dish? asked Kadnor.
"It's tht old majolica." moaned
Mrs, Kadnor. "Don't you remember
that dear majolica dish with the dol
phins on It? I tipped something over
on the top shelf and It Just went
smash. And Just when 1 wanted to
usa It."
"Why, I haven't seen that for
years," anld Kadnor. "I'd forgotten
that we had it So had you. I'll bet
"I hadn't anything of the kind. And
it was Just exactly what I needed for
the olives to-morrow night . Mr. Jane
way is such au enthusiast about old
china and I know he would have ad
mired it."
"China will break, you know. Don't
feel so bad about It."
"I can't help It. The dear little dish!,
You don't know how much I thought
of that dish, William, or you wouldn't
stand there looking at It In that Indif
ferent manner."
Ernest W. Caldwell, former mayor
of Sioux City, Iowa, proposes to write
a history of South Dakota.
The harp of Mary, Queen of Scots,
has been bought by the Society of
Antiquaries of Scotland for S4,300.
Ibsen has German blood in his
veins, has lived in Germany twenty
years, and Germans claim him as their
own.
In bis hundredth year, tho oldest
captain of the Austrian army died at
Teterwardein, near Neusatx, Hungary,
recently.
First Lieut R. E. Sniper, Four
teenth Cavalry. U. S. A., is the young
eat officer In the army, having been
born in 1882.
According to a statement by the
Swiss Federal Council, the Slraplon
tunnel will probably be completed be
fore the end of the year.
Students from the Worcester Poly
technic Institute will nave charge this
summer of a model foundry to be
opened In connection with the St Lous
fair.
The aged widow of Baron de Stllle
is an object of charity in New York.
She was a companion and friend of
the Countess de Sulnt Germalne, of
Paris.
John D. Strassburg began work
in the Louisville postotflce In 1843, and
Is the oldest postal employe in the
United States. He never has been pro
moted. Pasteboard made of 40 per cent
peat fiber and 60 per cent wood Bhav
ings Is a standard product both In
Germany and Sweden, being. stronger,
lighter and cheaper than pasteboard
made In the ordinary way.
British manufacturers appear to be
steadily losing ground as regards agri
cultural machinery In Russia; says the
Mechanical Review of London, while
America and Germany are continually
Increasing their output to that district.
Numerically, the Methodists lend
the Sunday school host of Brooklyn
with a membership exceeding 25,000
out of a total enrollment of 100,000.
Most of the schools have efficient pri
mary and intermediate or Junior grade
work.
A German scientist has succeeded,
by treating the cleansed vegetable
fibers of peat moss with the waste
molasses of beet sugar manufacture',
in producing a compound that serves
acceptable as food for domestic ani
mals. ,
Belgium exports annually 80,500,000
worth of eggs. The shipments are
almost entirely to England, where tho
demand is for eggs, which run 7V4 to
the pound. The Mediterranean breeds
Leghorns, Spanish MInorcag , and
Andaluslans are the most popular.
In 1903 Minnesota showed an in
crease in the total number of wage
earners of 11.91 per cent over 1902;
that of the male adults was 12.07 per
cent; that of the female adults was
0.38 ner cent and of Ci iren a de
crease from last year's number of 9.58
per cent ,
In the last twenty years, according
to the figures of the Labor Bureau at
Washington, there have ; been ' more
than 22,000 strikes, involving a loss
to employes and employers of over
i400.000.000. The loss to the work
men themselves has been more than
twice that of their employers.
Dr. Wamsley, an Englishman, who
recently Investigated our technical
schools, reports that he found In six
teen of our prominent institutions
1,371 students In engineering courses
"I'm trying to look at It philosophi
cally. If you'll only think to yourself
that It will all be the same a hundred
years from now."
"Don't be horrid."
"Well, you know that we broke that
big Canton bowl the your we were
married and you thought a lot of that."
"I know; but then that was a long
time ago."
"Oh, throw the pieces away. Come
down from the ladder and stop looking
so woebegone. What difference does
It make whether It was Just now brok
en or whether it weut to smash a year
ago?"
"A great deal of difference. And to
break It Just when I wanted to use it,
too, after keeping It carefully all this
time!"
"See here," anld Radnor, alter a mo
ment's pause. "I want to tell you
something. You didn't break that dish.
I broke It myself considerably over a
year ago. If you'll look you'll see dust
on the edges of the frncturerd pieces,
It was quite an accident, but I thought
you'd feel badly about It, so I hid It
away on that shelf, Intending to take It
to a china hospital some time. But
you didn't seem to miss It and I forgot
It Now, don't you feel a heap better?
It's ancleut history."
"I think you are a mean aa you ran
be," said the lady, with Hashing eyes.
"Thnt'a all I get for owning tip and
trying to console you," enld Radnor.
Chicago Dally News.
who had been more than three years
in attendance, while the latest avail
able report in (iroat Britain showed
but fifty-six students In the corre
sponding class.
SULTAN'S IRON HAND.
How Things Get Accomplished In Ills
Kcalnis.
Things get done In the Sultan's
realms things like the massacre of
181)5 In Asiatic Turkey and of 1903 In
Macedonia which come home to the
consciousness of every thinking Turk.
Take the case of the Koordlsh
tMielkh Obcrdullah, who was a guest
of the Sultan for a time In 18S3 and
was afterward scut to Mcccu In order
that pious occupations might keep him
out of mischief. He died very soon
after his arrival, of cholera, it was
officially announced, although be woe
the only sufferer from cholera in Mecca
that year.
Take the case of Mlthad Pasha, the
liberal prime minister and the cham
pion of parliamentary government He
was tried for treason In aiding to de
throne Sultan Abdul Aziz, and was
Hent to Talf, near Meccn. After a
time be died rather suddenly. By and
by a man who had been a soldier In
Arabia appeared In Constantinople
babbling a tale that ended with: "I
did not know that it was Mlthad
Pasha, or I would not have put the
soaped cord about bis neck." Of
course, the police saw that the man
was crazy and put him where be was
safe from barm.
Take the cose of Said Pasha, ex-
grand vizier, who fled to the British
embassy in Constantinople seven or
eight years ago, declaring that be
would be killed unless allowed asylum.
and who could not be Induced to leave
the building until the ambassador
brought him a formal promise of safe
ty scaled with the Sultan's own seal.
Meditation upon this class of mys
teries makes people shake in their
shoes every time that they see one of
the great army of paid Informers who
knows everything. Men do not Bay
that the Sultan does the things which
cause this trepidation, but that "the
palace" does them. They speak of the
"palace" as though It were a Bentl-
ment but Invisible organism; and when
they speak of it they look behind them
and take out their handkerchiefs and
wipe a clammy sweat from their faces.
World's Work.
Saltan at Fourteen.
The Sultan has a mingled blood. Ills
great-grandmother was an Irishwom
an, wife of a Gibraltar corporal, who
went from barracks to barem. There
are so many negro women In the suc
cession that his father, Mulal-el-IIas-an,
had pronounced negroid features.
The original stem Is Arab, direct In the
male line from Fatlma, daughter of
the prophet, through a chain of thirty
six lineal descendants, and on this has
been grafted a long line of Berber mar
riages. Mulai Abd-ul-Azlz's mother was a
Circassian of Turkish residence and
origin. With this line, he became Sul
tan at 14, and when his mother and
the vizir who made him Sultan died,
he began to walk alone, that vanished
thing an Oriental absolute prince play
ing an old part that will end with him.
Before he is through with the pretty
game of learning to rule by ruling to
learn, Morocco will have gone the way
of all other Moslem realms, absorbed,
controlled or protected by some Euro
pean power. Either France will In
clude it or Europe agree on a division,
or the empire be put Into commission.
Century. '
Not Too Fall.
Kadley I was thinking of going to
board at that house where you were,
but it's full of bores and simpletons.
Hadley Oh, no; there's room for
one more. Philadelphia Ledger.
Avers
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without its Ayer's Cherry
Pectoral. Parents know what
it does for children: breaks
Cherry
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up a cold In a slncle night,
wards off bronchitis, prevents
pneumonia. Physicians ad
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Ayer'a Pill greatly aid tho Cherry
Pectoral In breaking up a colsf.
A Fool and Ills Wisdom.
A story, which Is credited to Major
Tond by tho New York Tribune, tells
of a wcnk-mlndcd lad who went to
the miller's to have some gruln ground.
Tho miller said to him:
"So you are a fool, eh?"
"I guess I am." replied the youth.
"A fool, eh? A natural!" mused the
miller. "We bnven't many natural
fools hereabouts. Do you mind If I
ask you few questions?"
"Oh, no, Kir, of courao not," the lad
answered, politely.
"Well, my boy, since you are a fool."
began the miller. "I want you first to
tell me what you know, and afterward
what you don't know. Now, to begin,
what do you know?"
"1 know," said the boy, "that the
miller's bogs are fat."
"Good! Very good!" said the miller.
"That la what you know. Now tell
us what you don't know."
"I don't know whose grain fattens
'cm," replied the youth.
A Parmer Pound It.
Mount Pleasant, Ulah, May J3. To
find a medicine that will cure every ail
ment due to diseased or disordered Kid
neys lias been the aim of many physi
cians and rhemlnts.
Mr. C. K. Peterson, a farmer of this
place says be has fonnd such a remedy
and that be lias tried it with success in
his own rase. Mr. Peterson says the
remedy Is Dodd's Kidney Tills, a medi
cine introduced bore about seven
months ago.
"I am glad to be allowed to testify to
what good things Dodd's Kidney Pills
have done for me. I used this remedy
for Kidney trouble and it cured me
completely.
"I can heartily recommend Dodd's
Kidney Pills to all who suffer with
any kind of Kidney tiouble."
Mr. Peterson's case is only one of
many Just as convincing that have been
reported recently. This new remedy
seems to have conquered Rheumatism
completely, not a single case having
been reported where Dodd's Kidney
Pills have failed to cure peifoctly and
permanently.
Keeps on Talking.
"Does that barber across the street
shut up on Sunday?" asked the stran
ger within the gates.
"Oh, no," repjlled the landlord ef the
village inu, "he merely closes bis shftp.
Miss Uapgood tells how she
escaped an awful operation by
using Lydia E. PinkbanVs Vege
table Compound.
"DkibMbs. Pine-ham: I suffered
for four years with what the doctor
called Salpingitis (Inflammation of the
fallopian tubes and ovaritis), which la
a most distressing and painful ailment,
affecting all the surrounding parts,
undermlninr the constitution, and sap
ping the life forces. If you had seen
me a year ago, before I beiran taking
Lydia E. Plnklinm's Vegetable
Compound, and hod noticed tho
sunken eyes, sallow complexion, and
general emaciated condition, and com
pared that person with me as I am to
day, robust, hearty and well, you
would not wonder that I feel thankful
to you and your wonderful medicine,
which restored me to now- life and
health in five months, and saved me
from an awful operation." Mins Ibbhv
EI.paooD, 1023 Sandwich St Windsor,
Ont 95000 fotftlt If erlglna) of abcMMtW
proving gtnulnt mat cannot btproduotii.
Ovaritis or inflammation of ' tha
ovaries or fallopian tubes which adjoin
the ovaries may result from sudden
stopping of the monthly flow, from
inflammation of the womb, and many
other causes. The slightest indication
of trouble with the ovaries, indicated
by dull throbbing pain in the side, ac
companied by heat and shooting pains,
should claim your instant - attention.
It will not cure itself, and a bnsplta)
operation, wan all its terrors, may
easily result from neglect
CURES WHLHi ALL iUI Mil.
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