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"Always, madam, always; I don't believe In permitting outsiders to mix in family rows."—Houston Post.

Experienced. u Ormnand Barrett—Hamfatter has

bought a f'iirin. E. Forest Frost—Does he know any-

tlnne about farming? ; Oruinand Barrett—I-ord, yes. Why, ho played in "The Old Homestead" and "Way Down East" for years.—Puck.

• * Drawing the Line.™ " f Househunter—Wo have three dogs, four cats, two parrots, six canaries and a mocking bird.

Householder—That will be alright, ma'am.

Househunter—And we also have a— hem—a very small—or—an exceed­ingly -small—er—baby.

Householder—Groat Scott, ma'am. F wouldn't rent you the flat for a thousand a month!—Puck. 11

Orchard Repartee. > The small boy stood beneath the ap­ple tree with a wry face.

"You may think I am sour," said the l itt le green apple on the top branch, "but I am the sweetest thing that, over happened."

"Gel out," retorted the small hoy, grimly, "you give me a pain." Which was more truth than slang.

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.About What You Eat. When It comes to food, demand to

know the facts about what goes into your stomach.

Not only that it is pure, but that you are not deceived in the descrip­tion of its contents and condition. Some flaked breakfast foods that have thus far failed are now being adver­tised in close Imitation of the Grape-Nuts advertising, thinking In that way to finally make a success of the fail­ure.

But false statements of the merits of human food will never on earth build up a business. These flaked foods are not pro-digested. They are not fully cooked and the Btarch in them is starch still, and has not been turned to sugar as claimed.

Chemical analysis tells the truth and the analysis of the famous chem­ists of the world show Grape-Nuts the only prepared breakfast food in which the starch part of the wheat and barley has been transformed into sugar and therefore ready for immedi­ate digestion. Why is this true? All the thin rolled flake foods are made bjr soaking the grains of wheat or oats in water, then rolling, drying and packing. These, operations do not cook or pre-digest the starch.

Contrasted with this pretense, ob­serve the care, method and skill in making Grape-Nuts.

The barley is soaked about one hundred hours, then it is slowly warmed for some days and sprouted, the diastase being developed and part of the starch turned to sugar (and later on all of it), then the grains are baked and the sprouts stripped off.

fhen' comes grinding, sifting and mix­ing with the creamy colored flour made from /white and maccaronl wheat. , This mixture must be skill­fully made in right proportions. This blended flour contains just the ingred­ients demanded by nature to rebuild the soft gray substance in the nerve

. centers and brain, but how to make the food easy to digest, that was the question.

It certainly would not do to mix in drugs, for there Is a certain .failure sure to come to the person depending on drugs to digest food. They may do for a temporary expedient, but pure food and digestible food is the only final resort and safe way. So to change the remaining starch part and prepare the other elements in this Wended flour it is made up into mas­sive loaves like bread, the inside be­ing dark cream color and quite sticky tp the touch. These loaves are sliced and again go through long cooking at certaiu temperatures. Then the rock hard slices are each one carefully in­

spected and ground ready for packing and use, having gone through 10 or 12 hours iu the different operation^.

When finished, each little granule *\vill nhow a sparkling substance on Us suiface.* -A magnifying glass will

,.«bring it out clearer and develop little ?• pieces of pure dextrose sugar, not , put on "or poured over" (as the head

of a large Sanitarium once stated in big (ifiper, thus exposing his appalling

' ignorance of food processes), but this ; sugar exudes from the interior of each

the starch is slowly turned to : sugar in the process of manufacture. '..Tills kind of sugar is exactly like <*hat is found in the human intestines, provided the starch of the grains, po-

itfttoes, bread, rice, cake, etc., etc., has Tbeen perfectly digested. But many

'^are weak in that form of digestion, |^M)d yet need the starches, so Grape-

"uts jNipplies them pre-digested and eadf to go quickly into the blood.

H Vialtors are shown freely through be worths and can follow the steps of

afcing Grape-Nuts from the grain to .^eQplshed product.; ,The> proportions if different kinds of flour, and the

^{temperatures are not disclosed and it ^seems impossible for others to Bteal /these secrets of the makers. , Hut

urltir, cleanliness and .skill are shown every corner of the: immense pure -* factories. People who ifeare for ults from choicely selected food,

^ ipse who want the food to rebuild i3|he soft gray substance in brain and .^nerves that give the go, the vigor, the y»Ute, will: understand why the lmitar

• who try- to copy the announce* eaU about Qtape-Nuts have

(fee past. There's a reason for Grape-Nuts and profound one-

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By SEWARD W. MOPKINS, Author ot "Jack Robblns of America," "In th«

China Sea." "Two Gentlemen ol '•J Hawaii," '"On a Puis#

Charge," lite.

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CHAPTER I I I . Maubikeck, when wo liad started

from the Garden, had directed the driver to a oortain well-known hotel much frequented by show people, and I knew where we were being taken.

"But what is this Maligni 's hold on the signorina?" I asked. "W'rvere does he get his authority over her?"

Nita shuddered and crouched closer to the stalwart frame of Maubikeck.

"He is my master by my father's will," she sa.d in a voice that was touching in its plaintive sweetness.

"And your father was a performer like yourself, was he not, signorina?" 1 said.

"Yes— 1 will tell you about his death when we reach my rooms."

One thing was certain: No matter how severe, harsh or tyrannical Maligni might be. he certainly was not niggardly in regard to Nita's com­fort. Number 112 was but the first of a suite of four rooms, one of which was a parlor, one a cozy little dress­ing-room, anil the other two, bed­rooms, one for Nita and one for the old hag who served her.

She stepped rather wearily. I thought., and sank into a chair be­tween Maubikeck and me, resting her head in her hands, as if she felt pain in the temples.

I had taken my card from my card-case and handed it to her.

"Signorina," I said, "I have become interested in the mystery that seems to surround you, and beg you will allow me to assist you and Maubikeck in your efforts to unravel it . That will tell you who I am."

"Well, Signer Wilberton," she said, twirling the card in her hand, "I sin­cerely thank you. I am greatly un­nerved by what has occurred, and can­not understand it. My life is in dan­ger, and alone I am unable to combat my unknown enemy."

"Now, see here," I said, assuming the authority of a detective, "I saw something to-night which will be of material interest and aid to us in this matter, but to get at it right, I must know all about your life."

Nita passed her hand over her brow, and, after a moment spent in thought, began: I remember little about my mother. She was, as I can see her now, an ordinary woman—of course, an Italian. She died when I was, perhaps, seven years of age. Then my father took me to Madame De Long's school, and placed me there as a regular boarding-scholar. Madame De Long's school is in Albany. My life there was very pleasant, I took con­siderable Interest in my lessons, and advanced rapidly. When I was four­teen, I was suddenly called from Ma­dame De ling's to a hotel in Utica. I remember it well. It stood near the railroad, and I believe they called it Baggs Hotel. Barnum was in Utica on that day, and, as you know, my father was Barnum's principal trapeze performer.

"On this day, my father had grown dizzy and had fallen from his trapeze, and had sustained injuries which, the surgeon In attendance said, must cause his death. I was taKen at once to my father's room. I reached there just one hour before he died. Maligni was with him when I arrived, and my father signified a desire for us to approach together. My father spoke to Maligni in a tongue I did not understand. I have heard the same language since, but cannot recall enough of what was said at that time to translate or to understand. Then my father put my hand In Maligni's and told me in our own language that he was going to die, and henceforth I was Maligni's. Maligni would take bis place and would take care of me. I remember that I sobbed a great deal an.d kissed my father, and that a sur­geon came and other men, and then my father died. Maligni attended to everything, and had my father's body taken to Italy for burial. He took me there also. I never went back to Madame De Long's. Maligni informed me that under the terms of the con-, tract by which he took me, I was to fill the place of my father and become an actress on the trapeze. Oh, the shame of it nearly killed me! I wept and pleaded with him, but all to no purpose. He was not to be moved by my tears or my prayers, and in the house at which we lived he had one room fitted up as a training-room. Here I was compelled to go through the severest kind of physical training to perfect myself for the trapeze. At first I refused to wear the tights, and was severely flogged. Maligni Is a cruel man, and would kill rather than be thwarted. Well; you do not need to be told the details of my hard life. Sufllce to say that after nearly four years of severe training, I am before the public in a role that I hate and despise. But what can I do? Maligni is my absolute master. If I ran away from him, he would capture me and bring me back to my degrading life. What can I do?"

Nita paused here, as if she was weary. I had taken a small note-book from my pocket, and was jotting down all the importnat points of her story. Still, there was nothing in it that shed the slightest ray of light on the mys­tery in hand.

"Now, signorina," 1 said, let me ask you a question: Tour trapeze is al­ways In the care of the same person, is It not?"

"Not one, but two," she replied.

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"The two attendants are called San-cho and Dambo."

"Describe them," I said. "Dambo has curly hair. His eyes

are small like a snake's, and gleam and glitter all the time. His hair is not ong. but his mustache is very lung and has straight waxed ends."

"Ha!" I said. "Dambo is the man we want. He is the fellow who set fire to the ropes."

"Dambo!" Nita murmured, "I can hardly believe? it . Did you see him t]o it , Signor Wilberton?"

"I saw him fire the second rope, after whic'.i he disappeared in the crowd and I could not cat eh him. \W will see to Mr. Darn bo later. "Signor­ina. now think hard for a Tew minu'es. I am going to ask you a strange ques­tion."

She looked at me with a patient smile on her weary countenance.

"You may ask it ," she said. "Has anything that you can recall

in your life—any incident, any wor 1. any look, any act, seemed to indicate that, you were not Barlotti 's daugh­ter?"

"Signor Wilberton!" she gasped. "Maubikeck!" The cry was like that of a frightened child, and Maubikeck drew nearer to her, at.d placed one of his giant arms around her.

"You understand," 1 continued, "that I don't suggest this as being true, but simply ask the question. You have none of the characteristic fea­tures of the Italian race. I should judge you to be either English or American. Now, can you think of any incident, at the bedside of your father—"

"Stay!" she cried. "Let me think. At my father's bedside—no. I was so confused and frightened and sorrow­ful that 1 scarcely saw. No, there could be nothing. My father gave me to Maligni, and the box—"

"Box!" I said, interrupting her. "You said nothing about a box be­fore."

"It was a red tin box," she said, "locked with a little brass padlock. My father gave it to Maligni1 . and said something in the tongue I have since learned was Sardinian. I asked Mali­gni once what the box contained, and lie said it contained the contract be­tween him and my father."

"1 would give much to gain posses­sion of that box," 1 said. "Do you know where Maligni keeps it?"

"No. I have never seen it since the day my father died."

Just then there was a great tramp­ing of feet in the hall, which stopped at the door opposite. I opened the door of Nita's room and peeped out. There were three men there—Maligni. with his face all hidden in bandages, my old friend, Doctor DInsmore, and Major Simmons. The doctor and the major went inside with Maligni, but remained only a few minutes. When I heard them come out. I said:

"Signorina, you have already had too much excitement to-night, and you need rest. The first thing to be done is to find Dambo, which I shall set about as soon as I have my burned hands attended to."

"Oh, you are too generous and kind," she said. "You are suffering on my account. It is too bad."

"It is nothing," I said. Now we will see the doctor and have our burns dressed. Come, Maubikeck."

He followed me out and I hurried after my iriends. I caught them at the door of the hotel.

"Ah, Wilberton!" exclaimed Major Simmons, when I hailed him and Doc­tor DInsmore. "I have been looking for you! How Is the girl?"

"Nita is all right," 1 replied. "How is Maligni?"

"Maligni is more frightened than hurt," said Doctor Dinsmore. "The bullet was evidently intended for his brain, but missed its marfc. He will be well in a few days."

Here I presented the lion-tamer to my two friends.

"You are not through your work for to-night, doctor," I said. "Maubi-keck's hands are badly burned, and mine in less degree. They must be attended to."

We gpt into the carriage that Mau­bikeck had used to bring us to the hotel, and Doctor Dinsmore, at Maubi-keck's request, gave the coachman the address of his office. We were soon there.

Maubikeck, being more severely burned than I, was, of course, first taken care of by' the physicians. While they were busy I sat down near the major.

"Well," he said, in a low voice that Maubikeck could not hear, "what do you think of it all, anyway?"

"I am more than ever convinced that our original suspicions were cor­rect," I replied. "It appears that Just before Barlotti died, he gave the girl to Maligni, and also gave him a red tin box which was locked with a brass padlock. At the same time he spoke to Maligni in the Sardinian dialect, which Nita did not understand, and Maligni was apparently very much ex­cited and surprised at what he said. Later, Nita asked Maligni what was in the box, and he told her it con­tained the contract under which her father had worked."

Then I explained the system under which the trapeze acrobat had worked, and repeated Nita's story for the ma­jor's benefit

"I agree with yon," he said, "that the contents of that red box are Im­portant. But how to get It?"

Our conversation was interrupted at this point.

The major and I walked to my hotel, where he left me. It was two o'clock in the morning when I reached my room. Weariness soon overcame me, and I retired. It seemed to me that I had scarcely slept at all when I was startled from my slumber by a terrific banging at my door.

"Who U there?" I shouted.

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"It is I—Maubikeck!" was the re­ply; and the voice in which It was uttered was so full of excitement that, unmindful of my scant attire. I sprang to the door to admit my visitor. His face was working with passion, and with a stride he was in my room.

" T h e y ' v e g o n e ! " l . e r n a r e u . " G o n e : " " G o n e ! " I t - : h o e d . " W h o ' s g o n e ? " " S i g n o r i r a B a r ' . o t t i , M a l i g n i . t h e o l d

w o m a n . D u m b o , a n d a l l t . i c r e s < ! ' l i e s a i d , p a n t i n g w i t h e x c i t e m e n t . " 1 w e n t t o t h e i r h o t e l a w h i l e a g o . a n d t h e c l e r k t o l d m e t h a t M a l i g n i a n d h i s p e o p l e — r h a t n u a t. t N i t a a n d t h e h a g — l e f t b e f o r e d a y l i g h t , a r d l e f t n o i n ­f o r m a t i o n a s t o w h e r e t h e y w e r e g o ­i n g . T h e y ' v e g o n e — t h e y ' v e g o n e ! T h a t , d e v i l M a l i g n i h a s t a k e n h e r a w a y — h e r — m y l o v e — m v N i t a ! "

A s h e e j a c u l a t e d t ' i o s e w o r d s , t h e l i o n - t a m e r s t r o d e b a c k a n d f o r t h i n p i y r o o m . T h e r e w a s a p a t h o s i n h i s g r i e f a n d r a g e t h a t t o u c h e d m e e v e n m o r e t i t a n m y o w n d i s a p p o i n t m e n t d i d .

"Hut." I said, reassuringly, "they cannot escane us. We will go to

SAVE LABOR IN KITCHEN.

Inventions to Make Easier the Lot of Housewives.

Scraping particles of food from fine chinaware is not a process calculated to improve the dishes, and as an aid to the housewife, the rubber cleanei has been invented. It is satisfactory, inexpensive and a practical addition to the collection of minor utilities found in the modern household.

Cereals of various kinds are Includ­ed in the dietary of most families and the safekeeping of these staple articles of food is a matter of special concern in well regulated households. For some time past jars and crocks have been pressed into service and recently a specific and desirable type of re­ceptacle made its appearance. This holder, fashioned from crystal, is de­signed particularly for cereals, but it is available for other dry food stufTs, and one point especially in its favor is the arrangement whereby the desir­ed quantity of cereal or other product

I may be extracted without exposing Byrnes, Superintendent of Police, and , the contents of the jar to the air or he will catch t.iem for us. Maligni ' to danger from dust or insects. Being cannot leave New York without being detected."

"Maligni can!' ' replied Maubikeck. 'Maligni could wriggle out of hell,

ai d Satan himself could not prevent him."

I hastily dressed, and Maubikeck and 1 made our way as quickly as pos­sible to police headquarters and told our story. Superintendent Byrnes at once sent out orders to bis men to make a thorough search tor the party.

Leaving the superintendent, a sud­den thought rusiod upon me—a recol­lection of what tli ' . ' major told me about the druggist Tortoni. I hastily told something of this to Maubikeck, and knowing aboui where the store was located, we hurried there. ,We found it easily, and rushed in. A woman stood behind the counter.

"1 want to see the druggisi, Tortoni, at ot.ee," 1 said, imperatively.

"He is gone away," she said in broken English. "He is gone to Eu­rope."

"When did he go?" I asked in am­azement.

"Yesterday he sailed," was the re­ply.

Believing this to lie a lie, I turned to Maubikeck and caid:

"It is thicker than we supposed. There are many engaged in the a.Yair."

From Tortor.i 's drug store we went to the hotel where Maligni and Niia had been stopping.

There they told me just what they had told Maubikeck.

"Have you any objections to open­ing the rooms?" I asked.

The clerk smiled. "No." he replied. "Here is the key

to 111, and this to 112. You may go up if you want to."

We mounted the stairs and entered number 112. It was bare of every­thing save the hotel furniture. Just as we were leaving, I happened to see a bit of folded paper on the floor. I picked it up. Reading it, I handed it to Maubikeck. As he read it , his face grew pale and he uttered a fierce curse under his breath. This is what was written on the paper in a pretty, feminine hand:

"Maubikeck! Maubikeck! He is taking me away—I do not know where! He is in a frightful temper. I must obey or he will kill me. Follow us; find me and rescue me from Ma­ligni! I love you, Maubikeck, and only you! NITA."

(To be continued.)

transparent, it is possible to tell at a glance the amount of food stuff on hand, and as the accompanying illus­tration shows the holder is sightly as well as serviceable. (

Another convenience for the kitch­en, recently invented, is an iron pot scraper. Its name explains its mis-

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ME. BAYSSON PUBLISHES MESULT3 OF VALUABLE EXPERII:

A Form«*r Pronounced Dyspep^n fJe Son in lVrfiM-t l <i1''^^roin

Miseries of InUigi'stloii.

Thousands of sufferers know reason why they are irritable,'Jid de­pressed and nervous and sleeping js \je. cause their food does not <l!K<'s^,:bnt how to get rid of the difficulty is tl'j ̂ nzzliug question.

Good digestion calls for trong diges­tive organs, and strength. <jlnes from a supply of good rich blcj(i_ For this reason Mr. Bavsson t<i>ok-[jr_ Williams' Pink Pilld for the cure} j indigestion. " They have been mr \>ost doctor," he

says. " I was sufferiig from dyspepsia. The pains in my st;,,,^ after meals were almost uubeariyg My sleep was very irregular and «Iiy complexion was sallow. As the re,ult 0f eight boxes of Dr. Willing,,' pi„k Pills, about the merits of wh^h j iearned from friends in France j have escaped all these troubles, and nm a^ie agaiu to take pleasure in eating.'

A very simple story, ̂ jf it liad -ot been for Dr. Williams' riuv might have been a tragic one. When^s-coiuforfc begins with eating, fills up the intervals between meals with pain, and prevents sleep at niglit, there certainly cannot be much pleasure in living. A final general breaking down must be merely a question of time.

Mr. Joseph Baysson is a native of Aix-les-Bains, France, but now resides at No. 2439 Larkin street, San Francisco, Cal. He is one of a great number who can testify to the remarkable efficacy of Dr. Williams' Pint Pills in the treatment of obstinate disorders of the stomach.

If you would get rid of nausen, pain or burning in the stomach, vertigo, ner­vousness, insomnia, or any of the other miseries of a dyspeptic, get rid of the weakness of the digestive organs by the n-ioof Dr. Williams'Pink Pills. They are sold by druggists everywhere.

Proper diet is, of course, a great aid in forwarding recovery ouce begun, and a little book, "What to Eat and How to Eat," may bo obtained by any one who makes a request for it by writing to the Dr. Williams Medical Co., Schenectady, N.Y. This valuable diet book contains an important chapter on the simplest xueaus for the care of constipation.

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sion, and it is one of the little aids that count for so much in expediting work in the cook's domain.

HE DISLIKED G£0RGE ELIOT.

Autocratic Ways of Famous Authoress Made an Enemy.

When George Eliot was still Miss Evans, and before she had begun to write novels, she used to frequent an old book shop on the Strand, where she left a very unfavorable impression on one young man who was at that time an assistant in John Chapman's shop. His description of her is that of a remarkably ugly young woman of universal knowledge, whose delight it was to use the Socratic method in conversation, but without the Socratic benevolence of intention. The result was that the young men at the dining table (the shop had a boarding house for its employes and guests) who heedlessly hazarded an opinion, were very soon made to feel not only that they knew nothing of the subject un­der discussion, Dut that they knew very little indeed of anything. Now, a young man does not relish being badgered and made a fool of by a pretty woman, but it is intolerable to be sat upon by an ugly one—at least such was the feeling of our Informant, and one consequence of this treat­ment was that in after years, when Miss Evans had become George Eliot, one man could never persuade him­self to read "Adam Bede," or to ad­mit that the author was other than a very intolerant person and an intol­erable intellectual prig.—Harper's Weekly.

Lest We' Forget. It is a* good thing to preserve all im­

portant historic sites and relics which can still be identified or are still ia existence. We have been far too neg­lectful of such things. Through popu­lar and official carelessness and some­times through sheer vandalism, many precious objects have been lost for­ever and some places have become impossible to identify with precision. The lost cannot be restored, but all that still exist may be preserved. We shall do well to preserve them on grounds as practical as they are senti­mental. There is no occasion to be­grudge the setting apart of land for such purposes. Land is valuable for other things than the building of houses or the growing of potatoes.— New York Tribune.

Treatment of Floors for Rugs. The hygienic advantages of floors

covered with removable rugs instead of dust-collecting carpets are so well known and realized that the tendency now is to have bare floors and rugs for the sake of comfort and conveni­ence as well as to follow the trend of fashion. Good hard wood floors are blessings that certainly are anything but disguised, for they always look well, form a pleasing contrast to any kind of rugs and above all they are easy to keep clean. In case, however, one has an old floor of soft wood that is hard to treat satisfactorily and the laying of a hard wood floor is not pos­sible or practical, a floor of hard pine put down on top of the old floor may be made to look almost as well as one of expensive hard wood. For this pine floor a stain, one of those especially prepared, should be used, a light or medium color being preferable to a dark one, and it should be remem­bered that several thin coats will wear much better than one thick one. After the stain is put on the floor may be oiled or varnished with good results.

Boudoir Counsel. Coined as a political phrase, "bou­

doir counsel" is too good to be lost. We have long wanted it to describe those little airy, wise things which women utter among themselves; those pronouncements upon the affairs of the world spoken over the rim of a teacup; the recommendations to great men which never reach their ears. "Boudoir counsel" surely is the wis­dom of butterflys in session.—Lady'a Pictorial.

15 YEARS OF TORTURE.

Tea Table Furnishings. A new idea in household furnishings

is a tea table on which is spread a cloth having a white background with a graceful design in blue. As a set­ting for blue and white china or for use in a room done in Dresden colors this is very effective and a pleasing variation from the regulation tea table, with its fancy cover embroider­ed in white, or with plain white squares of damask. For summertime use, however, these blue and white covers will be found very satisfactory They are made of light weight ma­terial, something like Japanese crepe, are inexpensive and harmonize very well with the light, airy summer dra­peries. With a teaset of old blue china one of these covers is a pleasing ac­companiment, but even without family heirlooms it makes an agreeable sub­stitute for the everlasting white used during the rest of the year.

Sowing Flower Seed. Those who have flower seeds to

sow would find the sowing of them under glass satisfactory, should they have the convenience for it. Many of these seeds are very fine, and when sewed outdoors, heavy rains and many other things interfere with their ger­mination. When under glass it is nearly always one's own fault if a crop of seedlings is not raised. Small boxes, of a depth of three inches, with holes in the bottom, to let drain of superfluous water, are the best to use. The soil should be fine, made so by sifting, if necessary, so that when the seedlings need transplanting each plant can be lifted out without great disturbance of the others.

Summer Stew. Cut two pounds of the best end of

neck of lamb into meat chops, melt one ounce of dripping in a pan, fry two sliced onions in it till of a pale brown color, add one ounce of flour, and a half pint of stock or water! stir till they boil, put In the chops three leaves of mint and a little salt and pepper. Cook them slowly for ono hour then three pounds new potatoes scraped and sliced, cook for h»if an

hotfr longer Serve hot with a border of cooked peas

Itching and Painful Sores Covered Head and Body—Cured in Week

by Cuticura. "For fifteen years my scalp and

forehead was one mass of scabs, and my body was covered with sores. Words cannot express how I suffered from the itching and pain. I had giv­en up hope when a friend told me to get Cuticura. After bathing with Cuticura Soap and applying Cuticura Ointment for three days, my head was as clear as ever, and to my surprise and joy, one cake of soap and one box of ointment made a complete cure in one week. (Signed) H. B. Frank­lin, 717 Washington St., Allegheny, Pa."

Perhaps It Was Intuition. "I suppose," said the landlady

scornfully, "you think you are smart to lock up everything before you leave your room?"

"I had not thought a thing about it." . replied her lodger; "but now that your; mention it, perhaps it was."—Houston Post.

Here it Relief for Woman. Mother Gray, a nurse in New York,

discovered a pleasant herb remedy for women's ills, called AUSTRALIAN-LEAF. Cures female weaknesses, Back­ache, Kidney, Bladder and Urinary troubles. At all Drug-grists or by mail 50c. Sample mailed FREE. Address, The Mother Gray Co., LeEoy, N. Y.

A genius ia usually exccntric, but an eccentric persoo isn't necessarily a genius.

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