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pRETA’s Double
By HELEN V. GREYSON*
jk* (Oopyrlfht by Robert Bonner's Sons.)
PRELUDE. •
“Her deck was crowded with dospalrlng
souls.
And In ths hollow pauses of tho storm
We heard their piercing cries.”
“Boom! Boom!” sounded forth the
•hip’s gun. A shipwreekl Ah, who
could successfully describe it, but those
who have experienced all its horrors
An air of oomplete helplessness per
vaded the ill-starred vessel, as every
■out on board realized that it was, per
haps, only a matter of a few minutes
ere the wild foam-crested waves would
entirely cover the fast-sinking ship
with its burden of human freight.
Two girls, stnnding apart from the
other pnssongers, gazed at ejcli other
with looks of despair.
“Oh, Inez!" exclaimed tho fairer of
ths two. “They are lowering the boats.
Perhaps there is still a chance for us.
We mny oven yqt reach the shore of
America, and, whatever happens, we
will keep together! Will we not?”
“That remains to be seen,” returned
Inez. “At a time like this evory one
must look out for himself. If it is
possible to find a place in one of the
bonts I mean to secure it. I'll carry
this satchel.”
“Oh, Inez, wait for me!" cried the
frightened girl, ns her companion bur
ried to tho side of the boat in the hope
of securing a place for herself.
“Boom for one more!" called out
one of tho men.
As Iuec hastened forward nnd was
assisted into the boat, her companion
cried:
“Oh, don't go nnd leavo me here to
drown all alone.” .
"Look out for yourself!” returned
Inez. "You seo that there is no moro
room in this boat.’ ’
"Come, miss,” said the man who
had assisted the women, "I think I
can make room for you."
. To the unspruknhlo relief of the
frightened girl, she at last found'her
self besido hor companion, who evi
dently wished to leave her behind in
the ill-fated ship.
“Oh, Inez!" sho said. “It almost
seemed as if you wished me to drown.
Why did you try to exclude me from
this boat?”
"Beonuso it was overcrowded. How
absurd you aro! You are a little cow
ard i"
“But there is only one more bont;
and soo, that is filled already! How
must those poor souls feel that are left
on the ship to seo their lost hope slip
ping away? Look, Inez! How fast
she is sinking!” Lenuing forward,
with tear-fllled eyes, looking at the
boat, which was rapidly disappenring
beneath tho mountains of water that
was sweeping ovor its decks, sho ex
claimed: “Heaven help them! If I
'live, I’ll never forget this terrible
soene, nor cease to hear their pitoous
voices raised in prayers nnd entreaties."
“If you live! You mny well say ‘if.’
I doubt whother this boat will outlivo
the wind."
"Be careful there!” cried tho man
who was doing his best to stoor tho
boat.”
At that juncture there was a rustle
in the opposite end of the bont, and
before any ouo was aware of it, some
one shouted^
“Lady overboard!”
"Do you see her? Has she come up
yet?” was naked hy n dozen nt once.
"No; I fear she has gono down to
oome up no more," nuswored some
body in tho crowd.
The faoe of Inez was as white as
death, for it was hor companion who
had been so unfortunate.
Was it merely a ooinoidenoe that
Inez had her hand on her companion’s
arm when sho had so unexpectedly
fallen overboard?
However, the girl sobbed quite suc
cessfully behind her handkerchief for
awhile, nnd those who inquired who
the poor girl was were told that sho
was merely an acquaintance that she
had formed on tho voyage—a Miss
Joanseu.
The son soon hecumo calmer, and
tho officer in tho boat told them that if
all continued well they would reach
the shore of America before very long.
A look of triumph flashed ovor Inez’s
face ns she kept firm hold of the satchel
belonging to her unfortunate friend,
while from many henrtB a silent thanks
giving wont up to God who had seeu
fit to spare their lives.
CHAPTER I.
BRENTWOOD PARK.
On that bright summer day Brent
wood Park wns looking its best. At
least so thought Eric Brentwood as ho
sauntered down the shady avenue that
led from the house to the massive on-
tranoe-gnte. His handsqme, high-bred
face wore a pruooenpiod look, ns if his
thoughts were not entirely centered
on the beauty of the park and its sur
roundings.
He took a letter from his inside poc
ket and perused its contents.
“So we nre to have nil addition to
our household,” he said half aloud.
“I don’t altogether fancy the idea.
Yet why should I object to having a
young lady in tho family? The old
place is rather dull with" only mother
and myHelf, besides the servants, and,
no doubt, the coming of this young
girl will liven things up a bit. At any
rate, she is coming, and nil thnt re
mains to be done is to mnke lie best of
it and to see that the poor, motherless
little thing does not feel herself an
unwelcome guest. Let me see," again
consulting the open letter in his hand.
"She is to arrive this eveniug. Of
course I must send the carriage to the
station to meet her.”
The last word had scarcely left his
lips ere he heard the roll of carriage
wheels, and, looking up, saw the old
conveyance that belonged to the sta
tion-master coming up the road.
“Ah! A new arrival!” he mur
mured. “By Jove! The rickety old
affair is stopping right here at our
very gates! It oan’t be ”
Before he had finished the sentence,
the driver, jumping down fro* his
scat, opened the door of the vehicle,
nnd out stepped a slender, girlish
form robed in a black, tight-fitting
gown that only served to enhanoe the
dark beauty of hor fnoe.
Erie stood spollbound for a seoond
or two; but, recovering himself, he ad
vanced to the gate and held out his
hand.
’‘You are Miss Danton ?’’ he inquired,
prftitoly lifting his hat.
*‘Yes," she answered id a steady
tone.
“Welcome to Brontwood Park! I
regret that you wore obliged to make
use of that uncomfortable old convey
ance; but, if you romeraber, you
stated in your letter that you would
arrive by the evening train, else tho
carriage would have been at the station
to convey you to tho Park.”
“Yos, I did intend to wait until tho
four-tweuty train; but I changed my
mind and came curlier. I hope I have
put you to no inconvenienoe by so
doing," ijlio said, with a charming
smile.
"Not at all, Miss Danton. Corqe;
we will go to my mother.”
"You are Mr. Brentwood, then?”
she inquired. \
"Ah! I beg your pardon for not
acquainting you with that faot. I am
Eric Brentwood, at your service,"
making a bow that would have dono
honor to a king.
"Ho this is Brentwood Park, of
which I have so often heard poor
mamma speak. Burely, Mr. Brent
wood, you hnvo reason to bo proud of
your home.”
"I am proud of it, Miss Danton.
I think the Pnrk the most beautiful
place in the world.”
“I think so too," she said. And to
herself she added: ‘.‘I would like to
be its mistress. Who knows but that
I will be, some day?”
Arriving at the house, Erio ushered
her into the presence of his mother,
who was reclining in an easy chair in
tho library.
“Mother, this is Miss Danton, whom
wo have been expeoting."
"Ho this is Valeric Dantou’s daugh
ter!” she oxcluimod, ooming,forward.
“Welcome to Brentwood, my dear! I
would novor hnvo recognized you by
your mother, child," she added, gaz
ing nt the dark piquant beauty of tho
girl before her. “You have not one
feature of dear Valerio, as I remember
her when wo nttendod school togeth
er. But I suppose you resemble your
ilooensed father, whom I (lever saw,
us your mother lived abroad, after
hor marringe. You mentioned in
your letter thnt, before your poor
mother died, she wrote a letter to be
delivered to me. If you have it in
your satoliel, you may give it to mo. ”
“Yos, here it is. Poor mntntuk so
often spoke of you as the dourest
friend she ovor had, and ahvnys said
that sho would rather trust me to
your care than to any one else on
earth,” wiping a tear from hor eye.
"Poor Valerie! How I wish I
could hnvo soeu lieronoe moro. Oome,
my dear, I will show you to your
room, for you must bo tired.”
As they loft tho room, Erio Bront
wood gazed after them with u far-away
look in his handsome eyes.
"What a beautiful girl!” he mused.
“And yet, there is an indefinable some
thing about her thnt I do not like; aud
if asked what it is, I could not ex
plain. But I feel that the ooming of
this girl will work Borne evil. No
doubt I am n superstitious sort of
person; nevertheless, I oauuot subdue
the feeliug. Hhe oxoites a feeling of
mingled admiration aud repugnance.”
A few minutes later, his mother re
turned to the library, with the letter
written to her by Valerie Danton still
in her hand.
"Come, Erie, we will rend this mes
sage from my denr old friend.”
"You read, mother, while I listen.”
Tearing off the envelope, sho opened
the folded slioet nnd read the follow
ing words:
CHAPTER II.
CARLOS MONTSBI.
i fair an outward, and snob stuff with-
"Dear old Friend: When you road this
I shall bo cold and stiff in death. As voii
hnvo doubtless hoard, I have been a widow
for three years, and now I nin about to
Join my dear husband. But Breta—whnt
will become of her? Dear friend, whom I
loved in the old days, I bog of you to look
after my daughter. There is not much
that I have to boquenth to her, hut it is
sufficient to take hor across the ocean and
to keep her in food nnd clothing for at
least, two years, when sho may be able to
find a place as governess. But I wish her
to be under your care—I want you to givo
her a home, so that she mav not feel ms If
she were entirely adrift. I shall dlroet hor
to come to you after my death, and If one
spark of tiie old love remains, hoar my
prayer aud receive the blessing of you
fast-sinking friend. Valerie Danton."
Tours wero standing in Sirs. Brent
wood’s eyes when she finished read
ing.
“Poor Valerie!” she murmured.
“How she must have Joved me to
trust her daughter to my care! Hhe
seems like a nice girl. You like hor,
Eric?" * >
“Not exactly,” he replied, at whioh
his mother looked up qnestioningly.
It wa« slightly over a month since
the advent of Breta Danton at Brent
wood Park. Nothing had happened
to disturb the restful calm that always
seemed to surround it. Nevertheless,
Breta Danton would not feel so much
at ease conld she have gazed on the
deck of an American-bound steamer.
Standing a little apart from the
others, a man gazed into tho ocenn
with a wicked look in his eyes, which,
notwithstanding, were handsome ones.
He wns evidently amused at somo
thought that crossed his mind, for he
chuckled to himself.
"By Jove!" he murmnred. “Sho
thought to escape me, bat she has
counted without the cost! A sorry
day it wbs for yon, my dear, when yon
crossed the path of CarloB Monteri.
Ah, my lady, I shall make yon pay
dearly for that one act of treachery.
No one has ever yet escaped my re
venge, nnd be sure you will not!"
The look of a (lend overspread his
face, as if in imagination he had the
subject of his revenge nlready within
the grasp of his shapely, white hand,
which olutohed the rail convulsively.
It would be impossible to find a
handsomer man than Carlos Monteri
as he stood there, his countenance
changing with ovary emotion. Bat his
beauty was of a kind that repelled
rather than attracted. With hair and
eyes of darkest hue, combined with
an olive complexion, his was a beauty
that women often rave over, but the
more far-sighted oould read the lack of
sincerity in the steely gloam of evil
that would flash from his midnight
eyes at the lenst provocation.
“Auother day," he murmured, “and
I will be on American soil, and then
I’ll try my luck on that side of the
duck-pond. I do not know but this
is the best move I could have made
anyway, as things were getting rattier
shaky on the other side. ”
At that juncture, a fellow-passenger,
coming up to whore he was standing,
entered into conversation with him.
“I am glad we have hail the good
luck to get over safely,” he remarked.
"Yes. We've had fluo weather," re
turned Monteri.
“That was hard luck for the poor
creatures on the Sea Foam," said the
stranger.
"The Sea Foam? What of her?"
asked Montori, linstily. ,
“Why, man, haven’t yon heard? She
went down noar the American shore
with nil on board, save a few who
reached land in several small bonts.”
Quod heavens!" exclaimed Mon
teri. “Btrauge that I didn’t hear of
it.”
“They just got the nows a few min
utes before I came aboard, and it was
a meager account at best.”
When left to himself, hiB faoe wore
nn angry and disappointed expression.
“By Jove!” he Bnid to himself.
“That is the boat they sailed on. Were
they among those that readied land or*
not? It would he too bad now if she
lias escaped me, after all. But some
thing tolls mo that she is nlive, nnd it
is generally the good thnt die, wliilo
such as she are loft in tho world. How
ever, I shall visit Brontwood Pork—
thnt is the nnmo the landlady told mo
—and see whothor she arrived there
with that girl. If she did, well aud
good. If not, then I’ll have to clinngo
my plnns n little. At any rnte, Amerion
is a large field to work in, nnd it will
be a oold day when Carlos Monteri
gets left.”
The weather continued fair, nnd,
nfter n day, Carlos Monteri plnntedhis
foot oil American soil for tho seoond
timo in his checkered life.
Calling a cab, he directed the driver
to take him to one of the first-class
hotels. Semiring a room, he retired,
having registered as “John Gwynn,
England.”
Tho hotel clerk gazed nfter him.
Surely ho had soeu that fnce before,
he thought to himself. But the name
was not familiar. Something within
those piercing black eyes recalled a
half-forgotten memory. Where and
wliou had he oome in oontaot with that
mnu before? Perhaps he hnd been a
gueBt at this very hotel at some former
time. And yet ho cannot rid himself
of the conviotion that he hnd seen that
mail under something more than ordi
nary circumstances.
Meanwhile, Monteri, unconscious of
the thoughts of the hotel clerk, had
seated himself at a small desk and
hastily penned a letter, which, having
senled and direoted, he himself took
out to mail.
“Ah, thnt is dono!” ho said, in a
tone of satisfaction. “Now for a little
rest, nnd to-morrow I will begin inves
tigation. So here goes for my room
and a good sleep.”
[To be oontinued. ]
Statistic of a Loiift l*nltcoinan.
John Duffey is the longest police
man in Chicago. It wonld take only
782 of him, placed end to end, to rench
a mile. A stack of twenty-six of him
would reach to the eaves of tho Mou-
nduock building. A perpendicular
line of two of him would make a fes
toon up one Hide of the patrol box,
over the top and half way down the
other side. One of him hangH a foot
over the average lied. A ladder of
two of him would reach to the ceiling
of auy drawing room in the city, and,
standing on tip-toe, one of him oould
blow down the gas burner in most any
chamber. He stoops to enter the aver
age door and when he holds his arm
out straight aud says his wife is about
so high, uu average mnu j-nn wnlk un
der the arm and not get a dent in his
hat.—Chicago TimesfHerald.
Atchison (Kan,) society people,
thirsting for novelty, gave lin imitation
cirous parade iu trolley cars \thieh
they had decorated as hand wagons,
chariots of 810,000 beauties, and tanks
and closed cages of aquatio and wild
animals.
THE WILD TRIBES
OF THE PHILIPPINES.
Poisoned Arrows and Murderous Daggers Among
the Weapons Used by the Native Islanders.
MiimBtgmmmimm-imm
The native inhabitants of the Phil
ippines can be conveniently divided
into fonr groups: the oivilized In
dians, the Mohammedans, the wild In
dians and the Negritos or Attas.
These same divisions existed at the
ooming of the Spanish in 1619, thongh
their relative numbers, location and
other conditions must have changed
greatly since that time.
The uncivilized Indian tribes oooupy
much of the interior and mountainous
parts of ail the large islands of the
group, except Cebu and Bohol, in
whioh they have either been Chris
tianized and merged with the civilized
Indians or have been driven out.
They still oooupy nearly all the terri
tory of the grent islands of Mindoro
and Palawan. They number, accord
ing to Spanish estimates, some three
or four hundred thousand, belonging
to over fifty different tribes.
They are shut off from the sea and
means of communicating with one an
other and the outside world by the
civilized Indians abtrnt them, and
probably remain in mnoh the same
eondition of savagery as when first
observed by the Spanish.
Like the oivilized Indians, the sav
ages are brown in oolor, with ooarse,
Their olothing usually oonsists solely
of the taparabo, or breeoh clout, all
else generally being in the nature of
ornament aud consisting of beads
about the neck and head and arms,
and anklets or iegleta of boar's bristles,
and frequently with bright oolored
pearl shells hanging npon the book or
breast. The Spanish authorities do
not allow the savages to enter ths
towns in their ordinary stats of naked
ness, which accounts for the unusual
amount of olothing shown in the ac
companying photographs. They fre
quently blacken the teeth, am) in some
cases file them to s point.
Some of the wilder tribes of North
Luzon are said still to hunt the heads
of their enemies with whioh to orna
ment their dwellings, like the head
hunting Bavages of Formosa nnd the
Dyaks of Borneo, bat the tribes in
oontaot with the Christian Indians
content themselves with hanging the
sknils of monkeys, deer, wild boar and
buffaloes about their doors.
The weapons used by savages in the
interior of Luzon, Mindanao and ths
smaller Philippine Islands areperhaps
more deadly than these of any other
race. The quaint and onrions shapes
of their daggers and kreeseo lend to
them a distinct peculiarity not found
in the weapons of other races. Small
in size, skilfully carved and pointed,
they oan bo handled with great effect,
and in most iustanoes a single trust is
sufficient to do the work. ' Like the
Indian arrow heads some of them are
poisoned at the point, whioh means
sure death ouoe a wound is inflioted.
Perhaps the most deadly of all the
Philippine weapons are the daggers
earried hy the obiefs. These are
made of iron, mostly of a poor quality,
and are about eighteen inohes long.
They are erooked or wavering in
shape, with a rough, uneven surfaoe.
The edges are as sharp as a razor, the
point almost like that of a needle, and
they are oarried in a case whioh fits
the blade to perfection. The oases
are made of hard wood, the handles
bearing beautifully carved inscrip
tions, representing tho.name of the
ohief and tribe. These fhooked dag
gers are oarried exolumrely by the
chiefs, the right to possess them be
ing considered a great honor.
UQLY WEAPONS USED BY PHILIPPINE SAVAGES.
Straight black hair and little beard.
Thoy seem to be somewhat smaller
and slighter of figure than their Chris
tian neighbors.
Their languages show close kinship
to those of the oivilized tribes ndjaoent
and also as oIobs to those of the sav
ages of Formosa. Few of the tribes
possess lauds fit for the cultivation of
lowland rioes, and fewer still havo tho
necessary skill and implements and
plow beasts (buffaloes) for cultivating
suoh lands. Their recourse is the
common one of savages nearly the
world round—they cut off small por
tions of the forest during tho dry sea
son, and after burning this over, they
plant, at the beginning of tho rainy
senson, upland rice, maize, sweet po
tatoes, etc., among the blackened logs
and stumps. The supply of food thus
gained is usually insufficient, and af
ter it is eaten up they lead a miserable
existence, scouring the woods for
game and wild fruit and going to the
sen beach wherever they can reach it
for shell fish and other food. Their j
method of cultivation compels con- ,
tiunul change of place.
Their houses are usunlly built after
the plan of those of the oivilized In- j
diaus—a basket-like structure of bam- '
boo aud palm leaves raised upon posts
above the ground, but they nre not so
well built and are occupied but for a
few years. They are not built into ,
compact villnges, but a few scattered
houses nre formed without streets, I
but near enough to be within call.
Necessarily, what can be said of such
a mnltitnde of detached tribes in re
gard to their clothing, arms, religion,
etc., mast be of the most general
character.
The kreese, though, is the most im-
portnut of all Filipino weapons. The
more savage tribes lasso ^he foe and
cut off his head with the kreese.
Others steal np behind the foe and
aiming a little below the base of the
brain decapitate him with a single blow.
The Medioal News publishes a letter
from its special correspondent at Ma
nila, describing the plan pursued by
the Philippine natives to poison ar
rows and their dexterity iu inflioting
barbarous punishment upon their ene
mies with daggers. He says: It will
have to be taken into consideration
that most of the Philippine Islanders
are savages who fight with lanoes and
poisoned arrows. I once had the
privilege of witnessing the prepara
tion of a number of these poisoned
weapons, and as nearly as I can re
member the process was about as fol
lows:
“The poiBon was made from the
bark of two different trees, tho names
of whioh I have forgotten. One of
therpieces of bark was beaten almost
to a jelly, pressed and dried, then
moistened and again pressed. Thongh
the man used his bare hands in doing
this, he apparently was not injured in
any way by contact with the poison.
The juice of the bark thus extracted
looked very much like pea soup as it
simmered in an earthen vessel over a
slow fire. When it had reached the
consistency of a syrup a quantity of
pulp from the second piece of bark
was scraped off and the juice of this
squeezed into the syrup over the fire,
“The juice of the second piece of
bark was dark brown in color, and the
liquid iu the vessel was darkened and
changed as soon as the new ingredient
was stirred into it. The mixture was
then allowed to simmer for some time,
until it had attained the consistency
of jelly, when it was scraped out oI the
vessel with a chip and put on a large
leaf which had been plentifully sprin
kled with ashes. This preparation
can bo kept a longtime without losing
any of its strength. To poison an ar
rowhead a piece of this jelly-like sub
stance about the size of a hickory nut
is warmed aud rubbed ull over the
point, which can be used repeatedly
without the poison losing its virtue.
“The natives also hare daggers with
sUnrp-poiuted blndes about fonr
inches wide aud a foot long, which
they call bararaos. They are very
dexterous in the use of this weapon,
aud if they can lay hold of an adver
sary by tho hair, they cut off his head
with one sweep of the arm and carry
it home as a trophy of the war.”
Short Or Eatertslslag.
Madame Theosophia—Tell me, have
yon never seen e vision? Never wel
comed some strange spirit from tho
nnseen world? - Mrs. Sinclair—Never.
But then, I entertain so little.—Punch.
Wheat 82 m Bushel.
Some farmers are bolding their wheat be
cause they think the price will go to IS a
bushel. The price, however, may go dowa
instead of up, and thus great losses will fel
low delay in selling. In all matters delay*
are daagerous, particularly so In sickness. At
ths first sign of biliousness, dyspepsia. Indl-
e estlon or constipation cure yourself with
loetetter’n Stomach Bitters. Don't wait for
your condition to improve itself, for It la apt
to get worse still.
The rtrainasre of the swamps causes ths
Kankakee river to be always dry.
To Cure Constipation forever.
Take Caacarets Candy Cathartic. 10c or Jffic.
Iff: <? n f.n — j a . __
IlC. C. C. fall to cure, druggists refund monoy.
can be accurately leveled by a^tow
»beir, which has a fixed wall plate supporting
a pivoted, adjustable shell, with levels In the
ton. to be set by thumb screws dn the under
To Cor* a Cold In On* Day.
^Take Laxative Brorao Quinine Tablets. AD
if If I
Druggists refund money if It falls to euro. 3
A Baltimore man was so afraid some
would iret his umbrella that he locked
it In his safe. That night the safe was
Eczema
gainful Itching, Burning. Smart*
and Swelling—Hood's Curea.
" My little boy was severely afflicted
with eeaema, nnd we gave him Hood’s Sar
saparilla which cured him. We always
keep Hood's Sarsaparilla on hand, aud I
have found It very beneficial for palpita
tion Oi the heart. My mother has taken
ina it '
.a s »y mwiisr nas taken
It for rhaamatlsm and it has helped her.'*
Mrs. Viana Franklin, E. Otto, N. Y.
Hood's Sarsaparilla
Is Amerloa's Greatest Medicine. II: six ford.
-load’s PltlS cur. all llvor lllv a - , n.nta
A True Caballero.
Well in the middle of flip grounds
stands General Anderson’s .headquar
ters. As,we went up the Steps a tall
man rather shabbily dressed proceeded
us. We noticed Ills milltni-y bearing,
and were told that he was the captain
of one of the Spanish men-of-war
wlileh lies with projecting spars at
the bottom of Cnvlte Harbor. Fol
lowing his footsteps, we of necessity
overheard whnt he said to the gen
eral's aide:
"Scnor, 1 liorrowed, some time ago,
two hundred dollars from Admiral
Dewey to pay off. my men. I havo
comi to repay the debt.”
He turned his profile towards us,
nnd we noticed how tliln he looked.
He must have starved himself to col
lect the money. With a very straight
back, he counted out the Spanish bills,
nnd turned to go.
"Win you not take a receipt?" asked
the aide of General Anderson.
"Never frora an officer,” answered
the gray-halred old gentleman, with •
courtly old-fnshloned bow.
Here at least Is n true Spanish
Caballero.—Harper's* Weekly.
OPEN LETTERS FROM
Jennie E. Green and Mrs. Harry
Hardy.
Jennie E. Green, Denmark, Iowa,
writes to Mrs. Pinkham:
" I had been sick at my monthly
periods for seven years, nnd' tried,
almost everything I ever heard of, but
without any benefit. Was troubled
with backache, headache, pains in tho-
shoulders and dizziness. Through my
mother I was induced to try Lydia -E.
1'inkham's Vegetable Compound, and
it has done me so much good. I am
now sound and well." ,
Mrs. Harry Hardy, Riverside, Iowa,
writes to Mrs. Plnkham the story of
her struggle with serious ovarian trou
ble, and the benefit sho received from
t/he use of Lydia E. Pirtkham’s Vege
table Compound. This-is hor letter:
“How thankful I am that I:took
your medicine. I wns troubled for
two yeara with inflammation of the
womb and ovaries, womb wns also very ;
low. I was in constant misery. I had
heart trouble, was short of breath and
could not walk five blocks to save my
life. "Suffered very much with my
back, had headache all the time, was
nervous, menstruation's were irregular
and painful, had a bad discharge and
was troubled with bloating. I was a
perfect wreck. Had doctored and
taken lpcal treatments, butstill was no
better. I was advised by one of my
neighbors to write to you. I'haVe now
finished the second bottle of Mrs. Pink-
hnm's Vegetable Compound, and am
better in every way. I atn able to do
all my own work and can walk nearly;
a mile without fatigue; something I
had not been able to do for over two
years. Your medicine has done me
more good than all the doctors. ”
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