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OPERATIONJREVENTED
The True Story of a Lady Whose
Doctor Counseled an Opera
tion, But Who Cured Her
self at Home, After all
Other Treatments
Had Failed.
Only a weak woman who has actually
experienced it, can realize the shock that
comes with the doctor’s words: “You
must have an operation.”
Frequently the doctor is right, but
sometimes he is wrong, and finds it out
after, or during, the operation, when it
is too late.
Many women have (found that, by
taking Wine of Cardui, they have been
able to prevent an operation which their
doctor had thought necessary, owing to
the wonderful curative effect Wine of
Cardui proved itself to have, on their
organs and functions.
-Of such is the well-known case of Mrs.
Blanche E. Stephanou, of 1228 S. 42nd
Ave., Chicago, 111., wife of Lawyer John
Stephanou, President of the Greek So
ciety Arcada, of that city. In a recent
letter, describing her case, she writes:
“Five years ago, the birth of my baby
left me in a very bad state. I suffered
with a constant backache, and had such
a miserable bearing-down feeling every
month. I also had a pain in my side,
and am almost unable to describe how
miserable I felt.
“Os course, living in a large city like
Chicago, I received treatment from some
of the finest doctors in the city, which
did me no good. After spending hun
dreds of dollars, my husband engaged
one of the best women specialists here.
He suggested an operation right away,
but I would not consent. After suffer
ing like this for years, a very dear friend
advised me to take Wine of Cardui, and
from the very first bottle I can truth
fully say I began to improve. I have
now taken eight bottles and look and
feel like a different person. My pains
are gone, I am getting stout, eat well
and can now wear my corset, which 1
have not been able to do since I was first
taken sick.
This letter proves that it is sometimes
best to try the Cardui Home Treatment
first, before consenting to an opera
tion.
If your case is like it, why not try
Wine of Cardui for your troubles?
If you need special advice regarding
your case, write us frankly, giving symp
toms and stating age, and we will send
you Free Advice, in plain sealed en
velope. Address Ladies’ Advisory Dept.,
The Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chatto
oga, Tenn.
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his willingness to do something. The test of his
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In him can’t be thrown down to stay
down. The harder he falls the higher
he will rise on the rebound and the
deeper he will sink his hooks into
new opportunities
The Golden Age for October 17, 1907.
VOICES OF YOUTH
SINCE WILLIE’S GONE TO SCHOOL.
Since Willie’s gone to school, the cat*
Lies dozing in her nook;
There are no startling screeches that
Make all the neighbors look.
The halls are littered up no more
With blocks and tops and traps,
No marbles now bestrew the floor,
But are we happier than before?
Ah, well, perhaps—perhaps.
Since Willie went to school I hear
No pounding on the stairs,
Nor am I called to help my dear
Make horses of the chairs;
A sense of peace pervades the place,
And, maybe, I’m a fool
To shed the tears that wet my sac
But a boy is in my baby’s place
Since Willie went to school.
IRMA HIGHTOWER.
TOttb ©ur Correspondents
TWO POST CARD SHOWERS.
Come, boys, and girls, let’s give two
post card parties. First one to
“Brother Willie.” He may not like
post cards, but I believe it would be
a real pleasure for him to get a nice
post card from each of his flock.
While we romp over dale and hill and
enjoy the beautiful country which
God has given us to enjoy, "Brother
Willie” is no doubt sitting in his office
in the big city planning something
nice for his boys and girls in Voices
of Youth. I often think of him, and
how much he does for everybody—all
for the love of God and his fellow
man.
Love is the most beautiful thing in
the world. I wish we could do some
thing to show our dear editor how we
appreciate him.
Now, the other postal shower is for
Thos. Brock. I know him personally.
He is indeed a noble boy. While he
was In school striving for an educa
tion. he had a very serious
accident, which left him a cripple for
life. While we go about with sound
limbs, and can go anywhere we wish,
this dear boy has to go in a roller
chair. Still he is bright and cheer
ful.
Now, don’t one of you forget; let us
scatter sunshine. We must send our
cards so they will reach “Brother Wil
lie” and Thos. Brock the 30th of Oc
tober.
Hope “Brother Willie” and Thomas
will let us know how many cards they
get ELIZABETH.
IS IT “UNMANLY”?
Last night a boy called me a “milk
sop” because I preferred going to
church with my mother, who is a
widow, and I her only son, to going out
on a lark with him and several other
boys. I have always been the com
panion of my mother and grand
mother. I never had a sister, but I
have some very sweet girl cousins
and girl friends, and I love their so
ciety, but I like almost as well to
watch my dear grandmother knit and
weave woollen gloves while she tells
me tales about the old times when
the woods were full of Indians and
bears. I want to know, dear editor, if
you think it Is unmanly and “babyish”
in a boy of sixteen to like ladies’ so
ciety? FRANK MORRIS.
Americus, Ga.
“Unmanly,” my dear Frank? Not
a bit of it. Our best and greatest men
have been fond of the company of
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good women. Dr. Johnson, you re
member, preferred their society to
that of the brightest male wits, and
just hear what Thackeray says on the
subject. He was a keen observer of
human nature —a poetical, as well as
a big-hearted man. He declares em
phatically that “All men who avoid
female society have dull perceptions
and gross tastes. Your club-swagger
ers who are sucking the butts of bil
liard cues, gambling or playing pool
all night—call female society insipid.
As for me, I can sit talking for hours;
talking to a well-regulated, kindly wo
man about her daughter Fannie, or
her boy Will, and like the evening’s
entertainment. One of the greatest
benefits a man can derive from wo
man’s society is that he is bound to
be respectful to her. The habit of
paying respect to women is of great
benefit to the morals of a young
man.” —Editor.
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KINDNESS.
(Written for the Prize)
This is my second visit to The
Golden Age’s pleasant youths’ depart
ment. The dear editor has asked us
to write letters in contest for a prize,
and I will try to comply with his re
quest. I am an invalid young girl—
not a shut-in, however, as I am able
to go around a great deal. A subject
that seems to me to be of much inter
est to all of us is kindness. Did you
ever think, friends, how wholly de
pendent for happiness we are on the
good will of those about us? It is as
essential to our well-being as air
and light. The day may be so gloomy
and our spirits despondent, but a lov
ing word —an encouraging smile, a lit
tle act of kindness —will make us for
get the gloomy weather, and admit
hope and cheer to our hearts. How
beautiful it is to see persons going
about on missions of love and char
ity, sowing seeds of kindness, here
and there, to spring up into blossoms
of hope and comfort, gladdening many
a sorrowful life! These noble souls go
about their good work with no thought
of self —impelled only by a love of
God and of their fellow-beings. It
seems to me that all the world should
love and honor these helpers of hu
manity.
“Be kind —it is a little thing
Dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy, that it shall bring,
Eternity shall tell.”
Bamberg, S. C. THELMA.
HOW I TRIED MY FORTUNE.
Girls and boys, did you ever try
your fortune on Halloween by eating
a salt egg that will ensure your dream
ing of water, and —according to the
belief —will reveal to you your future
husband or wife, in the person who
gives you a drink of water? Well,
it is, of course, a bit of foolish super
stition, but young folks will try it —
mostly in fun. Last Halloween I was
induced to give the egg oracle a trial.
I boiled an egg (get a bantam pullet’s
egg if you can) and when it was hard
done, took it out, dropped it into cold
water, peeled off the shell and cut egg
in two; took out yolk, filled the cav
ity with salt and ate it —egg and salt.
I have never eaten an egg since, and
never wanted any salt in my food.
But it had the desired effect.
I dreamed of water all night long—
dreamed of running here and there—
to wells and streams and springs to
get a drink of water to satisfy my
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craving thirst —and not being able to
get it. I think I dreamed of seeing
everybody I had ever known—hun
dreds of people crowded around the
places where there was water, all try
ing to get a drink. And always I
seemed to be on the outside of the
crowd.
I began to despair. Was I never to
get a drink? But finally the scene
changed.
I wandered away from the crowd
and came to a beautiful shaded spot.
From the top of a hill I saw gleam
ing before me a little spring of crystal
clear water, with steep banks of mossy
rock around it. A curly-haired boy
was stooping over the spring dip
ping up water in a tin cup. “Oh, let
me drink first! I am perishing for
water,” I cried from the top of the
hill. He looked at me as he drank,
then waved the cup laughing in mock
ery and disappeared in the bushes. I
went on down the hill gathering an
autumn-tinted sycamore leaf to drink
out of, but before I reached the spring
two persons—strangers to me —came
out of the woods and approached the
spring. One was a beautiful girl,
stylishly dressed in white, her round
ed arms showing above the long
gloves. The other was a young man
of graceful figure, faultlessly dressed.
The two knelt at the spring and
stooped over it. When the young man
raised his head, he saw me, and get
ting on his feet said: “Allow me to
give yoq a drink.” He took the leaf
cup from my hand, filled it with the
clear, sweet water and gave me my
long-thirsted-for drink. It will soon
be Halloween again, and I have not
yet met my fate. I have looked in
vain for the handsome young man
who gave me the drink of water. Ev
idently he was a cityite, and so was
his girl companion. Was she his lady
love, and am I destined to take him
from her? I don’t believe I could
do it, even if I would. “TRUE.”
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TO OUR READERS.
Do not fail to read “A Story of Suc
cess” in this issue.
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A BOY’S FLOWER YARD.
I am a boy, thirteen years of age.
I have loved flowers ever since I can
remember. Last year there lay op
posite and across the road from the
house a plot of land grown up in grass,
weeds and bushes. Here I decided to
make a flower yard. With an axe and
hoe I cleaned off a plot of ground about
twenty feet square. Starting at the
road I ran a walk about three feet
square right through the center to the
lower side. Parallel to this walk I ran
two more walks, one on either side,
with a distance of about eight feet be
tween each walk. Thus I had a piece
of ground eight feet wide and twenty
long between each walk.. This I divid
ed into four beds on each side of mid
dle walk with a walk about a foot wide
between each bed; making eight beds
eight feet long and four feet wide.
Along the front of the first two beds
I drove small stakes into the ground
at the foot of which I planted Honey-
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