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MIDDLE-AGED WOMEN
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A Scientific Reason for the Trou
ble From Which Women Suf
fer, at a Certain Age, ami
How to Prevent and
Cure Them.
SYSTEM IS CHANGING
Help Is Needed, to Strengthen the Or
gans and Constitution for the Strain
They Have to Endure.
HOW TO AVOID STRAIN
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Free Advice to Ladies Who Require
Help at This Time.
Simply stated, the reason you feel out ’
•f sorts, sick, miserable, melancholy, at
middle life, is because your organs and
functions are undergoing a wonderful
•hange, and the change is bound to
affect you physically and mentally.
Just at this time, too, your system
is so busy attending to these changes,
which have to take place, that it is likely
to forget the need of looking out for
ordinary diseases.
As a result, many a woman, by not
taking special care of her general health
at this time, has allowed herself to be
come an invalid for life.
The best thing for you to do is to
take part of the extra strain off your
system, by using Wine of Cardui.
This well-known medicine for women
is composed of pure vegetable ingredi
ents, which act by strengthening the
womanly organs, and, through them, the
entire womanly constitution.
Cardui is a safe, non-intoxicating, sci
entific, female tonic, which, for over 50
years, has had remarkable success in the
treatment of female disorders in young,
middle-aged and old.
Mary Bagguley, of 117 Peach street,
Syracuse, N. Y., writes: “I was pass
ing through the change of life and had
been sick, until I heard of and took
Wine of Cardui. Now I am a strong
woman. My sister had always suffered
with a pain in her side since a girl of
15. Now she is 35. Since she took Wine
of Cardui she has not been troubled
with that pain and is gaining strength
nicely. Cardui has been a God-send to
us both. We are new women since using
it.” •
Free Advice is gladly given to all
ladies who write, describing their symp
toms and stating age. All requests for
advice are kept sacredly confidential and
sent in plain sealed envelope.
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VOICES OF YOUTH
I WISH I WERE A BOY AGAIN.
I wish I were a boy again,
Though I had many a care,
A boy with freckles on my nose
And hayseed in my hair.
I’d like to rise at four o’clock
And do a dozen chores,
Cut wood, draw water, feed the pigs,
Unlock the stable doors;
Then milk a half a dozen cows,
Bring in stove wood to burn,
And in the kitchen corner stand
An hour or more and churn.
Wear all my brothers’ cast off clothes,
And walk three miles to school,
And get a licking every day
For breaking some old rule,
And then go home again at night
And do each same old chore,
Milk cows, cut wood and feed the pigs
And curry mules galore;
Then climb the crooked garret stairs,
And on my trundle bed
Drop down and sleep as though soft
down
Pillowed my curly head.
Ah yes, I’d be a boy again
For youth and health and joy
Sugared that little pill of work
(There must be some alloy).
Oh just once more to climb a tree
And shake the brown nuts down
To sell for dimes to take me when
The circus comes to town.
And buy some long stick candy for
My sweetheart, pretty Nell,
Who whispered the hard words to me
When we stood up to spell.
The millpond with its perch, the track
Where we did Wild West stunts,
With billygoats for steeds and went
On yelling Indian hunts.
I shut my eyes and see them now,
Forget rheumatic pain,
See Nell and the mossy spring, and
dream
I am a boy again.
J. MATT CLARK.
Brownsville, Tenn.
TOttb ©ur Correspondents
THE STORY OF CUBA.
How many of our dear young people
are acquainted with the story of Cuba,
that latest ward of Uncle Sam, who
helped to free her from Spain and
gave her a government of her own, but
still under his fatherly care and super
vision. Cuba, the largest of the West
India Islands, was discovered by Co
lumbus on the 28th day of October,
1492. The island was called Cuba by
the native Indians, but Columbus
named it Juana after Prince Juan —
the son of Ferdinand and Isabella the
Spanish sovereigns who had fitted out
the vessels for his expedition. Subse
quently, it was called Santiago, after
the patron saint of Spain, and later
still its name was transformed to Ave
Maria, in honor of the Virgin Mary,
and then to Fernandina for King Fer
dinand. Then it was changed back to
the original Indian name, which it
ought never to have lost. The old su
perstition that a change of name
brings bad luck, seems true in the
case of Cuba, for she has had many
ups and downs in her condition and
the downs are in the majority. Her
beautiful sea coast capital, Havana,
has been destroyed four different
times. It was first reduced to ashes
In 1538, by a French privateer—then
a fort was built to defend It during
the governorship of Fernando De Soto,
who discovered our Mississippi river.
But in 1554 it was again laid in ruins
by the French. Then those two strong
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and grand forts were built, the Punta
and the famous Moro, which are still
standing, but in spite of their guns,
the strong walls and the brave
resistance of the Cubans, Havana was
taken in 1702 by a mighty fleet of 200
English war vessels and 14,000 men
under Lord Albemarle. The English
captured nearly four millions worth of
spoils, but the next year they gave
Cuba back to Spain, and after this,
under the splendid rule of Las Casas —
her best Spanish governor—Cuba
reached the height of her prosperity.
She was delivered in great part from
constant dread of the French, the
Dutch, the English and the coast in
festing pirates.
But the people wanted a government
of their own. Many of the rulers sent
from Spain were cruel and exorbitant
and pretty soon the natives began
that guerrilla warfare against Spanish
rule which lasted until ten years ago,
when at last the often-appealed to
United States was moved to give a
helping hand to the Cuban patriots,
the blowing up of our warship Maine
in the harbor of Havana, being the
immediate cause of our country’s de
claring war against Spain. The war
was short and brilliantly successful on
our side. It enabled our present chief
executive, Theodore Roosevelt, to win
military fame at the head of his
Rough Riders, and it ended in a blaze
of martial glory by the blowing up of
Spain’s fleet of noble war vessels, by
our men-of-war commanded by Admi
rals Schley and Samson. This took
place on the fourth of July ten years
ago. Let us hope it will be our last
war, for there is nothing so horrible
and so destructive to morality as war.
This war, however, brought good to
Cuba. Under the protection and care
of our country, she has made great
progress in civilization, wealth and ed
ucation. Havana —once the hotbed of
yellow fever —has become as clean and
healthful as it is beautiful.
Cuba is 730 miles long and eighty
broad. It could be dumped into a cor
ner of Texas, but it has large fertile
plantations of sugar cane, tobacco,
plantains and bananas, and many thou
sand acres of magnificent forests of
mahogany, rosewood, ebony and cedar.
Its wild animals are not numerous
(except wildcats and dogs), but it has
more than 200 species of birds —many
of them of gorgeous plumage—and it
has one wild animal that is peculiar to
the island. This is a brilliantly black
creature from a foot to a foot and a
half long, shaped like a rat and called
the hutia. It is eaten as food, but its
flesh is insipid. It is thought that
Cuba will one day be a part of our
country, as it is now a kind of foster
child, but that end will doubtless be
accomplished by diplomacy and with
out bloodshed. Let us pray that the
grim god of war may never again rear
his ugly head under the shadow of our
flag. M. E. B.
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WHEN BILLY WAS A PRODIGAL
SON.
Whenever I hear of a boy’s running
away from his parents, I wonder if
home had been made pleasant for him,
or if he had not been unconsciously
neglected. Loving patience is needed
in dealing with boys. Often they are
chilled and soured through being
harshly rebuked or refused some harm
less diversion. Finding themselves
misunderstood and unsympathized
with at home, many of them wander
from the fold. Once I knew of a case
in point. It was a rainy day; a fair
sister sat rocking and reading—a novel
of course —an absorbing story. Her
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brother —ten years old —came and
leaned on her chair back, pleading,
“Do, Sis, help me hunt up my Jack
the Giant Killer book. I want to show
little Ben the pictures.” “Oh, hunt
it yourself; don’t bother me,” she
cried impatiently, without looking up
from the page that described a thrill
ing love scene. “I don’t know where
your old book is. There are your sums,
go work at them. Boys are no ac
count only to worry people.”
He went away crestfallen and took
himself to the parlor. There he was
not wanted at all. There was com
pany and he was told to “behave.” He
went out into the kitchen, but Patty
was too busy around the stove to let
him pop corn or roast an egg. He
seemed to be in everybody’s way; no
body wanted him; he would take him
self off; so he did.
“Gone out in dat rain widout your
overcoat!” called Aunt Patty as she
saw him running through the yard.
No answer came back; she soon for
got all about him. He was not missed
until night fell. Then inquiries were
made, the family were alarmed and the
neighbors’ houses were visited. He
was gone two days, and the house
hold were in great anxiety and com
motion. At last one afternoon at sun
set an old negro rode up to the house
on a white mule as ancient as himself,
and behind Uncle Sam sat the missing
boy.
“Where have you been? What pos
sessed you to run away?” asked moth
er and sisters as they smothered him
with kisses.
“I’ve been a stayin’ with Uncle Sam,
he likes to have me. You all didn’t
want me, and so I went to see him.
He let me pop lots of corn; and we
went ’possum huntin’, then he took
the mule outer the plow and brought
me home. I thought maybe you’d like
to see me now.”
They did like to see him. They
cried as they kissed him and resolved
never again to let him feel as if no
body wanted him.
MATTIE HOWARD.
Talladega, Ala.
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LONGING FOR LEAP YEAR.
Cousins, how are you feeling this
lovely autumn weather? As I sit in
my rolling chair and look out over
the snow white cotton fields, and see
the beautifully colored leaves, it
makes me long to get out and pick
cotton or to take a stroll in the woods
with my gun and dogs.
How many of you have been to the
Fair held at the Gate City? I should
have liked to go but I was not able.
I hope that many of the cousins did
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