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ATHLEEN, is it possible that
you are crying again? Did I
not tell you that I would dis-
“K
charge you if I found you indulging in
that foolish whimpering any more?”
Poor Kathleen O’Neil had been
dusting the elegantly furnished draw
ing room, and she stood before an ex
quisite little painting of" one of the
blue, sparkling Irish lakes, set in gold
green shores, with a sky beyond like
liquid amber- —stood with her apron
to her eyes and her ruddy cheeks del
uged with tears.
‘‘l couldn’t help it, ma'am,” she
sobbed, “but it put me in muid of
home.”
“Home!” scornfully echoed Mrs.
Arnott. “Your home! A shanty in a
bog! It isn’t likely that you ever saw
such a spot as that.”
“ ’Deed 1 did, then, ma’am,” an
swered Kathleen, “and many a time.
For we lived beyant them same green
shores —”
“There, that will do,” said Mrs. Ar
nott, coldly; “I don’t care to hear
about any reminiscences.”
Kathleen did not understand the
five-syllabled word, but her quick na
ture comprehended the sarcastic tone.
The tears were dried in their fount;
the scarlet spot glowed on her cheek.
“She looks down on me as if I were
a dog,” Kathleen thought to herself.
“An’, sure, it’s the same flesh and
blood God has given us both. How
would she like it, I wonder, to be in a
strange land and niver a kind word
spoken to. Oh, but if 1 could see
mother, and little Honora, and Teddy,
that’s but a baby yet! But it’s the
blue sea that rolls between us, and
it’s all alone that 1 am.”
Poor Kathleen! the sense of deso
lation came upon her with sickening
power just then, as she stood before
the sweet Irish lake, with wet
splashes on her cheek and Mrs. Ar
nott’s cold, hard voice sounding in her
ears.
“It’s a great pity to be obliged to do
with these wild, untutored Irish.”
Kathleen was just bringing up the
tray, and Mrs. Arnott’s words sounded
distinctly in her ears as she paused
on the top step to get breath.
“Os course, my dear,” said Mrs.
Tudor Andy, sympathetically, “they
are bad —thoroughly bad —the whole
lot of them. I’d send them all back
to their native country if I had it in
my power.”
“I wish they were all at the bottom
of the sea,” said Mrs. Arnott, “and
then, perhaps, we should have a
chance to employ Swedes, or Chinese,
or somebody that would at least earn
their bread. Is that you, Kathleen?
Why don’t you bring in the ice water
at once, instead of standing there?”
Kathleen obeyed; but the dreary,
home-sick feeling that thrilled
through all her pulses can hardly be
described.
“If I was only at home again,” she
thought, “where the poorest and
meanest have a kind word for each
other! They scorn and hate me here,
and sure I’ve tried to do my best;
but the lady has a heart of stone,
and even the little children in the
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make fun of Irish Kathleen.”
And the lone exile wept herself to
sleep on her solitary pillow that night.
It was a mere closet of a room, with
out light or ventilation, that she occu
pied. Mrs. Arnott carelessly ob
served ’twas no doubt a great deal
better than she was accustomed to at
home. And she had just paid a large
sum for draping her drawing room
windows with lace and brocatelle, so,
of course, there was nothing left for
such a trifle as the comfort of her
servants.
“Is Kathleen sick, mamma?” little
Julia Arnott asked one day. “She
cries so much and looks so white.”
Mr. Arnott, a stout built, good-na
tured man of forty or thereabouts,
glanced up from his paper.
“What does the child mean, Lu
cretia?” he asked. “I hope you look
a little after your girls.”
“Os course I do,” she said, sharply.
“Kathleen is a silent, sullen thing,
and I shall discharge her next month.
Natalia has a sister who wants a
place.”
“Has she any friends in the coun
try —Kathleen, I mean?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Seems to me I wouldn’t discharge
her, then. It would be rather hard,
unless she is guilty of some fault.”
Mrs. Arnott bit her lip.
“Gentlemen understand nothing of
the management of a household,”
said she, tartly. “These girls haven’t
our sensitive natures, either. They
are quite used to knocking around
the world. Are you going down town
now?”
“Yes.”
“I wish you’d stop and ask Dr. Hart
to drop here this morning; little Clar
ence is feverish.”
“Anything serious?”
“I hope not,’ the mother answered;
“but I always like to take those things
in time.”
Dr. Hart leaned over Clarence’s lit
tle crib. He involuntarily uttered the
name of some malignant type of
fever, just then raging in the city.
Hope For Consumptives
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J. A. Ward, M. D., Willing
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Very respectfully, „
' J. A. WARD, M. D.
Troy. Mo., July 22, 1908,
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THZ STOKY OF KATHLFFN
“I wish that you had sent for me
before. I fear that it is too late to
secure the exemption of your little
ones. But, with constant care, we
may save the little fellow. You have
a good nurse?”
“An excellent one. I can trust
Natalia as I would myself.”
“You are fortunate,” said the doc
tor. He had scarcely closed the door
when Natalia came to her mistress.
“My month * expires tomorrow,
madam; will you pay me my wages
and let me take my departure at
once?”
“But, Natalia, the baby is sick —”
“One’s first duty is to one’s self; I
would not risk the infection for twice
what you pay me.”
And Natalia packed her trunk and
departed without coming into the nur
sery to bid little Clarence good-bye.
The cook was the next to give
warning. Matilda, the laundress,
took herself off without any prelimi
nary ceremony.
“I am going, too,” said the seam
stress. “Mrs. Arnott wouldn’t have
lifted her finger if we’d been dying,
and I believe in doing to others as
they do to me.”
And, almost before she knew it, the
stricken mother was left alone by the
bedside of her suffering babe. Neigh
bors crossed on the other side of the
street like the priests and Levites of
old; friends contented themselves
with sending to inquire; even hired
nurses avoided the malignant fever.
“Is there no one to help me?” she
moaned, wringing her white jeweled
hands together. “Have all pity and
womanly sympathy died out of the
world?”
A slight noise caused her to turn,
and Kathleen O’Neil was at her side,
busy arranging the table.
“I thought you, too, had gone, Kath
leen,” she cried.
“Sure, ma’am what should I be go
ing for?” asked Kathleen simply, “and
the bits of children sick and you in
sore trouble. I nursed the little
brothers and sisters at home, and I
know just what needs to be done.”
A Physician Cures His
Wife of Consumption
Gentlemen:—
“My wife w-as down with Con
sumption, when I ordered a bottle
of Aicsol (Lloyd). She was very
weak from night sweats, cough,
and in a feverish condition. I
noticed a change for the better after
ten days’ treatment, and from that
time on up to three mouths, when
the cure was completed. Aicsol
(Lloyd) kills the Tubercle Bacillus
in the blood and tissue, and it is the
only remedy so far discovered that
will do this. It is a preventative as
well as a cure. It should be used
by those who are run down, orthose
who fear the approach of Consump
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Aicsol (Lloyd), for the cure and pre
vention of Consumption, is the most
wonderful compound of the present
age.” DR- W. H. KNIGHT,
Swampscott, Mass.
Judge Sidener Saved from
Consumptive Grave
Gentlemen:—l have given Aicsol
(Lloyd) a thorough trial for tuber
culosis, which I contracted some
four years ago after a severe attack
of pneumonia.
I spent a large amount of money
in traveling anddoctoring,when last
July my physician decided that my
existence would end inside of two
months. I had lost my voice entirely
and was unable to get out of bed
without assistance; in fact, I was
wishing for the end to come as rap
idly as possible. On the 26th day of
July of last year, I started on the
first bottle, taking it every hour 16
hours per day, and living out of doors
in a tent at the same time. At the
end of the first week my appetite,
which I had lost, began to get good,
and in two weeks I was eating five
times a day. I have taken several
bottles in the past three months
and have gained 16 pounds,and think
without a doubt, that Aicsol (Lloyd)
has saved my life.
I cheerfully recommend it to any
one who is suffering from Tubercu
losis, believing it is the only medi
cine that will effect a cure.
You have my consent to use this
letter or myself as reference at any
time you may see fit.
Yours truly,
GEORGE B. SIDENER.
Formerly Judge in St. Louis Court.
And she took little Clarence in her
arms with a soft tenderness that went
to the mother’s heart.
“Are you not afraid, Kathleen?”
“What should I be afraid of, ma’am?
Isn’t God’s sky over us all, whether
it’s the green banks of Ireland or the
church steeple of this great, confus
ing city? Oh, ma’am, He’ll not take
that bonny baby from us!”
All Mrs. Arnott’s children had the
fever. Last of all, she was prostrated
by it —and Kathleen watched over
every one, faithful, true and tender.
“Kathleen,” Mrs. Arnott said the
first day she sat up, the Irish girl ar
ranging the pillows about her wasted
form, “oh, Kathleen, I don’t deserve
this.”
“Sure, ma’am, if we all had our de
serts in this world it’s a sorry place
it would be, I’m thinking,” laughed
Kathleen.
“But, Kathleen, I was cruel to you
—so perfectly heartless.”
“We won’t talk of it, ma’am, dear,”
said Kathleen, evasively.
“But say just once that you forgive
me?” pleaded the lady once so
haughty.
“I forgive you, ma’am, as free as
the sunshine,” Kathleen answered,
softly.
“And you’ll stay with me always
and be my friend, Kathleen?”
“If God wills it, ma’am.”
And Mrs. Arnott put her lips to
kiss the fresh, cool cheeks of Irish
Kathleen.
The years that have passed since
then have made men and women of
the little people that Kathleen nursed
through the fever, and strangers vis
iting Mrs. Arnott scarcely know what
to make of the plump, comely, middle
aged woman who moves about the
house apparently as much at home in
it as the mistress herself —who is con
sulted about everything, and is
trusted with all secrets.
“Is she housekeeper, or a servant,
or a relative?” some one once asked.
Mrs. Arnott replied: “She is my
true and trusted friend, Kathleen
O’Neil.” —Ex.
Physician Tells How
Consumption May
Be Cured
To Whom It May Concern:
This is to show that I have used
AICSOL (Lloyd), a medicine made
and sold by RESTORALL CHEM
ICAL CO., of St. Louis, Mo., on one
case of pulmonary consumption, on
a lady in Kentucky, who was 47 years
of age, and she recovered, and is
now well and performing her ordin
ary duties and household work as
of yore; is a gratified and sound
woman. „ . .
The above case was far advanced
in the second stage; night sweats,
daily chills, hectic flush, and in the
stage of menopause, which is one
of the most critical periods in wo
man’s life. . .
I believe it will cure nine out of
ten cases for which it is made,
thereby saving and prolonging life,
bringing health, happiness and sav
ing immense suffering, and in the
aggregate, worry and thousands
and millions of money. I heartily
recommend AICSOL (Lloyd) to all
interested and suffering with any
form of consumption, and give per
mission to use my name in placing
AICSOL (Lloyd] before the public.
Very respectfully,
G. W. HOLT, M D.
McLeansboro, 111., Jan. 8,1909.
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