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HUSBAND RESCUED
DESPAIRING WIFE
After Four Years of Discouraging
Conditions, Mrs. Bullock Gave
Up in Despair. Husband
Came to Rescue.
Catron, Ky.—ln an interesting letter
from this place, Mrs. Bettie Bullock
writes as follows: “I suffered for four
years, with womanly troubles, and during
this time, I could only sit up for a little
while, and could not walk anywhere at
all. At times, I would have severe pains
in my left side.
The doctor was called in, and his treat
ment relieved me for a while, but I was
soon confined to my bed again. After
that, nothing seemed to do me any good.
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Merchant Gets Protection
<4 TS this the Spencer National Bank? Phis
( is Goodwin & Company, of Springfield,
Mr. Goodwin talking. A stranger has
just offered a check on your bank for S3O
in payment for some goods. Says his name
is John Doe. lias he an account and is he
good for that amount?.
By telephoning to the bank, the mer
chantcan always protect himself from loss
by worthless checks.
When you telephone—smile
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Done Promptly.
Nice line of Carriages, Buggies
and Riding Horses. ..
Carriages for Funerals I//(f
N. Bradford St. Near Square
For Sale
Choice Building Los
Opposite Brenau College, in a beautifal Oak
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Grove fronting 53 feet on Boulevard and be
ing 130 feet deep. This is one of the mostide
sirable small lots to be found in the city.
Price $12.£50; Terms if desired.
Roper & Washington.
I had gotten so weak I could not stand,
and I gave up in despair.
At last, my husband got me a bottle of
Cardui, the woman’s tonic, and I com
menced taking it. From the very first
dose, I could tell it was helping me. I
can now walk two miles without its
tiring m 3, and am doing all my work.”
If you are all run down from womanly
troubles, don’t give up in despair. Try
Cardui, the woman’s tonic. It has helped
more than a million women, in its 50
years of continuous success, and should
surely help you, too. Your druggist has
sold Cardui for years. He knows what
it will do. Ask him. He will recom
mend it. Begin taking Cardui today. ’
Write to: Chattanooga Medicine Co., Ladies’
Advisory Dept.. Chattanooga, Tenn., for Special
Instructions on your case and64-page book. Home
Treatment for Women," sent in plain wrapper. J-69
THAT CHARM THAT APPEALS
Not at All Hard to Cultivate, and
Most Highly Desirable
Quality in Woman.
“Charm,” wrote J. M. Barrie, “is
a sort of bloom on a woman. If she
has it she doesn’t need to have any
thing else—not even education; if
she has it not, it doesn’t much mat
ter what else she has.”
No woman is without some pos
sibilities of charm for some persons,
and it is a rare case, indeed, if there
are not certain possibilities for charm
in every one that must be all appeal
ing.
Sympathy and understanding, for
example, are always magnetic. They
are intangible qualities and yet un
mistakable. They produce that feel
ing that makes one wondrous kind.
They light up plain features, hide
deformities and shed a little glamour
that very often serves to counteract
unlikable qualities.
There is, perhaps, no pleasanter
sounding compliment than that one
is “charming.” So, to be beautiful
cultivate charm.
Take heed of hints your friends or
even your near enemies drop and
learn something of your readiest
claims to charm and wherein the im
pediment is.
You cannot rely altogether on
these reports, but they will serve as a
gauge if you are truthful to your
self and not afraid to analyze them.
It is easier to cultivate grace and
beauty than it is to cultivate any
thing if you begin from a specific
basis and have a clear understanding
of your aim.
If you are large and ponderous
don’t inveigle yourself into thinking
that you can successfully cultivate
the kittenish ways of your diminutive
friend. If you are petite don’t at
tempt to imitate the long stride or
the mannerisms of tall Brunhilde.
Charm is distinctive and cannot be
imitated. Don’t try to create charm.
I said “cultivate” it, and to culti
vate means to improve upon some
thing already begun.
PUTTING HIM IN HIS CLASS
Interested Papa Made His Own Deduc
tions When Small Boy Got
Too Inquisitive,
“Pop,” said the son, who had cad
died one afternoon at one of the golf
"lubs, “is a man a pretty good golfer
,f he knocks a ball 125 yards?”
“Just a novice, my son.”
“Well, if he knocks a ball 175
yards, is he pretty good?”
“Yes, pretty good, son.”
“Well, pop, what if he knocks the
ball 250 yards?”
“Mighty good. He’s mighty good
if he can do that, my boy.”
“Well, now, pop, what if he
knocks it 275 yards?”
“He’s awful, awful good, Tommy,”
replied pop, as he once more fas
tened his eyes on the story of the In
dians’ downfall.
“Well, now, pop, what if he
knocked the ball 325 yards, what
would he be then ?”
“Probably a liar, son. Now you
had better run up and kiss mamma
and go to bed.”—lndianapolis News.
“TASTEFUL” TASK.
To sit from ten in the morning
until half-past four in the afternoon
steadily eating chocolates is not a
task one would choose with enthusi
asm. The most varied and exquisite
sweets would pall long before the
time was up. Yet that is what the
four judges of the chocolate sweets
section of the Bakers’ exhibition, at
the Agricultural hall, London, were
compelled to do, and it was no won
der that they looked the most miser
able men in the world before the
conclusion of their task.
NATURALLY.
“Did you read in the papers where
a man cut his way out of prison with
a spoon ?”
“That must have made a stir.”
THE CUSTOM.
“Will says Maude is his idol and
yet he makes her mad.”
“Yet the usual way to treat an
idol is to incense it”
THE ONLY TIME.
“Did you ever register at that
place ?”
“Yes, I registered a kick.”—Bal
tiaaore American.
CHARACTERISTIC.
Mrs. Payton—Have you ever been
introduced to Mrs. Bloodgood ?
Mrs. Parvenu— Lots of time*.—
Judge.
JUST TWENTY DOLLARS EVEN
Great DetecCve Solved Problem, and
All Physicians Had to Do
Was Pay Up.
“Take a seat, doctor,” invited the
great detective.
"But how did you know I am a
doctor?” asked his astonished vis
itor.
“By your sallow complexion and
your general air of ill health,” ex
plained the great detective.
The doctor replaced his amazement
and said, “Something has been wor
rying me all day. I don’t know ex
actly what it is. That’s the most
worrisome part of it, and that’s why
I came to you. I haven’t been able
to sit still all day, and yet I don’t
know for the life of me what’s the
matter Something is on my mind.”
The great detective looked closely
at his visitor’s head, but not even a
hair was there.
“No,” he said. “You’re wrong
there. It must be somewhere else.”
He pressed the tips of his fingers
together until one of the nails
cracked with a loud report. Then he
said:
“You say you haven*! been able to
sit still all day?”
“No,” replied the doctor, “nor in
the morning, either,”
“It is just possible,” he said at
length, “that there is a pin sticking
in you somewhere.”
The physician felt hastily, finally
locating it just above his right knee,
in the rear of his trousers, where it
had been placed to hold a slight tear
together.
“I owe you my gratitude,” he said
heartily. “I owe you-—”
“Twenty dollars,” said the great
detective crisply. Detroit Free
Press.
THE VACUUM LIGHT
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“Oh! light of love!” the lover cried;
But after her disdain,
He looked into her orbs and sighed:
“Alas! and light of brain!”
SEX IN LITERATURE.
Literature is oversexed. If we
were to believe the fiction! sts and the
playwrights, sex is the one morbid,
absorbing, and exclusive topic of
thought and conversation. It is a
misrepresentation of fact. When
God created man he made him to the
likeness of God. Male and female
he created them. The revolt against
the order of being and the blurring
of natural and inevitable distinc
tions by a would-be new species of
women-men and men-women is sure
ly a melancholy sign of decadence
both intellectual and moral.—Uni
verse.
EPIDEMIC.
The late Professor Copeland was
professor of astronomy in Edin
burgh university, but the duties of
this office were not very arduous.
“How is your astronomy class get
ting on?” a friend asked him once.
“Oh, very well, very well indeed,”
replied Professor Copeland, with a
gratified air. “But at present he is
laid up with influenza!”
TURNED DOWN.
Kloseman—Sorry to refuse you,
old man, but my money likes com
pany.
Borrows—What do you mean?
Kloseman—lt can’t bear to be a
loan.
NO ANXIETY HERE.
Weary Wallie—l see dare is a S2O
counterfeit bill in circulation.
Stupid Steve—l should worry and
get arrested.
THEY CHANGE.
“Do you believe that all men are
born free and equal?”
“Yes, but no: many cf them stay
that way.”
PARADOXICAL.
“Can you unravel his tale?”
“No; too much yarn in it”
MISTOOK HUMOR FOR CONCEIT
Eurqpe Never Understood Whistler's
Satire and So Accused Great
Painter of Vanity.
Quite recently appeared an article,
in a French literary magazine,
wherein James Mac Neil Whistler
was compared to Victor Hugo—in
so far as he was charged with having
been possessed by a conceit, a vanity
amounting to megalomania, like
that which possessed the famous
Frenchman.
And, as proof, the author of the
article gave out two Whistler anec
dotes. One of them is that when a
visitor at Whistler’s praised one of
the artist’s pictures, saying: “Ah,
how true it is to nature!” Whistler
spoke: “Is it, indeed? Then old
Dame Nature must have been im
proving!” And the other one has
Whistler ask when he was told that
the two greatest painters of portraits
ever known were himself and Velas
quez : “Oh, I say, why lug in that
Velasquez?”
While Hugo’s conceit was serious,
was solemnly pompous, the two an
ecdotes on which the anti-Whistler
charge is based in themselves repudi
ate the charge by clearly being hu
mor, humor of the best American
self-satirizing sort —which Euro
peans seldom urderstand.
And since it’s true that humor and
conceit refuse to live together, Whis
tler stands fully acquitted through
the very proof called forth against
him, and stands furthermore exalted
as a true American.
FOUND PLANT THAT COUGHS
Explanation Is That Common Broad
Bean Tries to Rid Itself of
Dust That Way.
All have read of carnivorous
plants and of plants that weep, but
who has heard of a plant that
coughs ?
There is the authority of a French
botanist, however, for the statement
that a plant in various tropical re
gions actually possesses the power to
cough in the most approved manner.
The fruit of this plant resembles the
common broad bean.
It appears that the coughing plant
is something of a crank, that it eas
ily works itself into a rage? and that
it has a curious horror of all dust.
As soon as a few grains of dust
are deposited on its leaves the air
chambers that cover their faces and
are the respiratory organs of the
plants, become filled with gas, swell,
and end by driving out the gas with
a- slight explosion and a sound that
resembles so much the cough of a
child suffering from a cold as to
carry a most uncanny sensation to
the one beholding the phenomenon.
PALLBEARER! NO, THANKS.
English as she is “spoke” will ever
have its pitfalls for foreigners,
though some are not so deep as the
following: A Frenchman was forced
to go to a friend for advice.
“Can you tell me,” he asked, “vat
heem is—vat you call a pole bear?
Vot is a pole bear ?”
“A polar bear, you mean.”
“Yes, yes, vat is heem?”
“Oh, he is a bear that lives on the
ioe and eats fish.”
“Mon Dieu! And me do that!
Nevaire! Nevaire!”
“You do it? What do you mean?”
“Veil, a man in de house vere I
leeve, he die, and they say to me
vill I pe pole bear for heem. Live
in de ice and eat fish! Not even for
a dead man! Nevaire Nevaire I”
THEORY.
She—l can’t get the baby to take
this medicine at all.
He—l suppose he’s afraid it’s
something to make him sleep.—
Puck.
NATURAL QUESTION.
“Come to our suffragette house
warming.”
“Whose house are you going to
bum?”—Louisville Courier-Jottrnal.
THE PROOF.
Bill—ls dat goil youse is engaged
to fond o’ sports ?
Jack-—Sure she is Ain’t she
goin’ to marry one ?
HIS QUALIFICATIONS.
“That story teller is a sad dog."
“Yes, and he always has a waggish
tale.”
CRUEL COMMENT.
“My wife made me, sir.”
“Then she must have learned the
business in a misfit establishment.
HIS ONE REDEEMING FEATURE
Once the Little Pickaninny Gets Hl»
Lips Over Piece of Pie It’s His,
Says Fond Parent.
A southern congressman relates
how. when he was once making a cam
paign tour through the interior of
Mississippi, he came upon a negro
cabin, across the threshold of which
lay a darky and a pickaninny of per
haps eight years of age.
The child was voraciously devour
ing a plate heaped high with chicken,
vegetables, corn bread and other bits
of food in a manner it was plainly to
be seen, that commanded the elder
negro’s hearty admiration.
“Is that your child?’’ asked the con
gressman.
“Yes, boss, he’s shorely mine,’’ an
swered the father, with a broad grin.
“He's got a pretty fair appetite.**
remarked the congressman, after a
moment’s silence, during which the
pickaninny finished the plate and pro
duced a huge section of pie.
“Purty fair, boss: purty fair,” said
the father. “Jes’ look at him goin’
after dat pie!” Then, after a further
period of silence, the proud parent
added:
“Boss, it ain’t no use a-talkin’; dat
chil’s got a pow’hful inflooence over
food. Onct he gets his upper lip ovah.
a piece o' pie it’s his pie, boss; it’s hia
pie! ” —Harper’s Magazine.
TOO BAD.
Playwright—l’d like you to read my
new drama, “The Hero of the Sea.”
Actor —Couldn’t produce it.
Playwright—Why not?
Actor —I can’t swim.
Tragedies Told in Headlines.
‘Thought He Could Beat Train to
Crossing.”
“Moral: Don’t Be Out at 2:30 a. m.
With $74 and a Gold Watch on Your
Person.”
“Oyster Openers’ Union Choose*
September 1 to Go on Strike.”
“Prominent Sporting Writer Falls
Heir to His Grandfather’s Large Theo
logical Library.”
“Prospective Bridegroom’s Watch a
Few Minutes Too Slow; Boat Leave*
Exactly on Time.”
“Society Leader’s Disfiguring Warta
Refuse to Yield to Treatment; Still
in Retirement.”
Another One on Smith.
A witty individual one morning
wagered that he would ask the same
question of fifty different persons and
receive the same answer from each.
The wit went to first one and then
to another until he had reached tba
number of fifty. And this Is how ha
won the bet: He whispered, half aud
ibly to each:
“I say, have you heard that Smith
has failed?”
“What Smith?” queried the whole
fifty, one after another, and it was de
cided that the bet had been fairly
won. —London Tit-Bits.
Favorite Fiction.
“Your Excellency.”
"Why, Jack, I Never Dreamed That
Your Intentions Were Serious!”
“I Take a Glasw Occasionally for
Medicine, but That’s All.”
"Shortest and Most Direct Route to
All Points East.”
“My Account Overdrawn? Why, I
Thought I Had Several Hundred Dol
lars Here!”
“This Book Is Published at tbu
Ernest Solicitation of Friends.”
“I Don’t Care What She Says About
Me!”
Great Bargain.
Mrs. Breen had talked enthusiasts
ally of the largely advertised fire sale
which was to take place in one at
the downtown department store*.
That evening when her husband camo
home he looked about at a number of
bundles which were lying on a table.
“Well, Mabel, what did you find at
that wonderful fire sale?” he inquired*
“Oh, Will, I got some of the lova- '
liest silk stockings at 24 cents a pair!
There isn’t a thing the matter with
them, except that the feet are burn
off.” —Harper's Magazine.
Getting Off His Ground.
“Will you take part in any dteev
sion of banking and currency?”
“I suppose I’ll have to,” replied Sen
ator Sorghum; “although it seems too
bad when I know my constituent* ,
would rather hear my views on 't&n? L
to Be Cheerful’ or ‘How to Be
cessful.’ or some other subject ou f
which practice enables me to apeak 1
with real authority.” Washington 1
Star.
The Dark Days.
“You know the poet says, 'lnto
life some rain must fall.’”
“I feel that he spoke the truth ot-J
ery time somebody’s young hopefujV
begins to recite for my benefit, J
Drops of Water.’ ” M