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THE SUNN Y SOUTH
SWEETHEARTS
ESIDE a French window In
-f*> a deep aTtnchair sat a wo-
Ij man. It was evening, and a
drizzling rain dampened the
pane, but the woman stared
straight ahead into the
darkness and seemed uncon
scious of the Immediate en
vironments. None who knew
her had ever seen her face
lose Its sweet placidity nor
had they heard her words
r...ke a discord In the music of speech.
. : e passed among her fellow creatures
jpping bits of sunshine here and there
: he went her way, looking toward the
mysterious future.
And now, as she sat there alone, a
. eat calm fell over her, for the mission
chloh she had long sought had at last
me into her life. What should she do?
woman's eyes closed and she leaned
• r head back against the velvet cushions
f the chair. The Ideal outlines of a face
.rmed themselves on the curtain of her
igination—a face neither handsome nor
mousing in appearance, but with cold,
:tical blue eyes and a sensitive tighten-
ng of the lips; a face one could love for
his frank boyishness. The blue eyes
miles into the eyes of the woman, and
-ho sighed over her mission because the
face was there.
“Heaven give me strength,” she mur
mured, an alien passion stealing over
her face; "it is for him—for him!”
Did she not see the sudden swinging
de of the door curtains, nor hear the
confident stride across the threshold?
There was a pause, followed by a deep-
ieed ejaculation of impatience a*
nine one stumbled over a chair. The wo
rn on rose noiselessly and lighted the gas-
then smiled as the glare fell on the young
man standing before her with his hands
thrust deeply in his pockets.
' I beg pardon. Evelyn," he burst out,
laughing good-naturedly as his hand
clasped hers. “What are you doing alone
n this gloom? Don't I bring sunshine
• nough with me without you lighting up
as I enter?” He threw himself into a
chair. ‘‘What a night! Gloomy as the
Imurs of midnight. I have the blues,
Evelyn—may I tell you all my troubles?”
Evelyn Westland gazed down on the
boyish face with strange wistfulness.
The five years which divided their lives
: eemed like a gulf to her Just then; he
was in his prime, while she—she knew the
orrows of the wmrld by heart. As he
glanced up she smiled and shook her
head. “I am ready to listen. Severance;
what has life been bringing to you? Sad
ness? It seems impossible, you have such
a bright way of looking at care.”
Severance Caulder sighed. “You have
been a good friend to me, Evelyn,” he
.-aid. thoughtfully.
“And why shouldn't I be?”
“Why? Because I am wayward and
careless and hot-headed; because I wound
ym in a thousand nameless ways when I
lon’t mean to; because you are good and
sweet, and I am wicked and restless.” He
spoke fervently, but Evelyn only crossed
over and laid her hand upon his arm.
“Hush; you speak foolishly. Tell me
vour cares, and let us have your miser
able points out of the question,” smiling
down into his serious eyes. “Do you
know, only once in a man's life does he
reach the stage of self-criticism—that Is
when he is In love. You see, I have guess
ed your secret; ah. Severance, I guessed
it long since, only you were afraid to
trust ipe with It. Am I right?”
“You are right!”
What had come over the world just
then? To Evelyn It looked colder and
b acker than ever befora. She felt the
blood slowly go from her face, and a
chill grip seemed to seize her heart. He
n love! The boy fri^Hl who had always
made her his confidante. His heart was
no longer free to tell her its trials, and
110 rtBht to be jealous of the
little bits of exchanged confidence. She
was only a friend to him—and to her he
was—
"A woman is a good guesser,” she said,
still smiling, though her lips were white.
Come over here by the window, where
you can be more comfortable; now, I am
ready to listen.”
Her voice was guarded, even as her
eyes were In the light. Caulder glanced
| over to her and looked Intently at her
face for several minutes.
“It had crept upon me unawares,” he
began slowly, “and yet I might have
known in time to prevent It.”
Evelyn bent forward. “Is It so un
happy?”
He laughed Utterly—unlike the frank,
free-hearted boy of yesterday.
“Unhappy? I do not know. I am
wretched; I feel so lonely, Evelyn.”
"Oh, Severance!” There.was a tremor In
her voice. Even In that hour a black
shadow passed over her heart All the
sunshine went out of her life and she
wondered if her loneliness was not deeper
than his.
“You—you are angry with me.” the boy
exclaimed, half-passionately; "you think
I am foolish to talk of love.”
“No. I do not. Only why do you not
go to her and tell her of your love, all
your pain? She will listen tp you—she
must listen to you. Bitterness often de
prives love of Its Joy, and the first sweet
love dream Is often blighted by. one's
own lack of confidence. Men should never
blame a woman If she sometimes appears
cold and at other time's too light and
gay; griefs gnaw deep, and woes are
hard to bear. Women are hard to under
stand: Vbeir hands are tjed In every emo
tion: their life is masked.”
Caulder rose and stood In the middle of
the room. Evelyn followed his example.
“Will you go to her?” she asked, gently.
He stared at her half sullenly—much as
a boy would look at an older sister who
had corrected him,
“Are you sure I will not regret speaking
to her?” he questioned, after a pause.
"I trust not. I believe not. God help
you!” She held out her hands Impulsively.
He took them In his own; her hands were
cold, although she candidly returned his
glance.
‘‘What else have you to say. Evelyn?’!
There was a tenderness In his tone.
What had she not to say? Should she
tell him how her life would be a blank
without him? How he had crept Into her
heart with his boyish eyes and smile?
How the woman who heard his trouble!!
and comforted him In his first pain was
starving for the young love be had be
stowed on some fair one? No, she would
not tell him all the bitter truth! She was
conscious of a choking sensation which
prevented speech; her glance fell lower
and lower until It rested on the rug at
her feet. She knew her fingers closed
around his Impulsively with a sudden
dread of his leaving her forever.
“I have this to say to you”—she
breathed the words slowly—“will you still
let me be your friend, or will she who has
won your love be both sweetheart and
friend ?”
What had her voice betrayed? She felt
her hands suddenly pressed against a
warm, unbearded cheek, and a voice
which thrilled her with awe spoke her
name.
"She who has won my heart Is my
friend.” he said, softly: "and"—drawing
the slight figure into his arms—“will she
be my sweetheart, too?”
She was a woman with a mission, and
yet, as she glanced up Into those earnest
eyes, her lips were raised to meet his kiss
half-way.—San Francisco Post
Georgia People Tell of
Swamp-Root Cures
Remarkable Statements of People Cured By This Great Medicine
That Will Make You Well.
“Sunny South” Editors Have Convincing Interviews Regardingthe Wonderful Curative
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Kidney trouble is responsible for more sickness and suffering than any other
disease, and If permitted to continue fatal results are sure to follow. Kidney
trouble Irritates the nerves, makes you dizzy, restless, sleepless and Irritable.
Makes you pass water often during the day and obliges you to get up many
times during the night. Unhealthy kidneys cause rheumatism, gravel, catarrh
of the bladder, pain or dull ache in the back, joints and muscles; makes your
head ache and back ache, causes Indigestion, stomach and liver trouble, you
get a sallow, yellow complexion, makes you feel as though you had heart trouble;
you may have plenty of ambition, but no strength; get weal and waste away.
The kidneys filter and purify the blood—that is their work. So when your kid
neys are weak or out of order you can understand how quickly your entire body
is affected, and how every organ seems to fail to do its duty.
If you are sick or “feel badly,” begin taking the famous new discovery, Dr.
Kilmer's Swamp-Root, because as soon as your kidneys are well they will help all
the other organs to health. A trial will convince any one.
In taking Swamp-Root you afford natural help to nature, for Swamp-Root is
the most perfect healer and gentle aid to the kidneys that is known to medical
science. Swamp-Root is pleasant to take and is for sale tho world over In bottles
of two sizes and two prices—fifty cents and one dollar.
To prove its wonderful efficacy, send your name and address to Dr. Kilmer &
Co., Binghamton, N. Y., mentioning that you read this generous offer in The
Sunny South, when you will receive Immediately, free of all charge, a sample bot
tle of Swamp-Root and a valuable book, by mall, prepaid. This book contains
many of the thousands upon thousands of testimonial letters received from men
and women cured.
CURED BY SWAMP-ROOT.
An Atlanta Collector Is Profoundly Thankful.
The following testimonial from Mr. G. W. Tilton, who for years has been
connected with prominent drug stores In the city of Atlanta and Is proprietor
of the well-known Tilton’s Asthma Cure, cannot fail to interest all who suffer
from kidney trouble: . , . .
“For years I have had charge of the collection and settlentent of accounts
and in consequence have had to walk a great deal. Some time ago I was taken
with a great pain in the lower Dart of my back. My kidneys were badly
affected and the pain was so Intense I could hardly sit down. I was of course
^ For Life ^
HERE had been extenuating
a circumstances. And the
jj man had wealthy and In
fluential friends who had
not spared their efforts to
get the death sentence
altered. He had himself
done his utmost as a man
who fights for his life.
Now the news bad come—
he was not to be hanged.
Tho horror which had
haunted him, sickened him
with fear hourly night and day, had let
ko Its hold and dropped off. He could
breathe again.
It had been very bad. Sometimes It had
been the horror of waiting, trussed, with
the machinery ready, not able to think
of a prayer, not knowing what to do with
tho last moments of his life. More often
it had been the horror of the last moment
of nil, the moment when the fall through
the air would be checked by the relentless
rope. Nobody knew quite w-hat that was
like. What new ghastliness might not
there be in It! Soon over? He could pic
ture the helpless agony that would not
be soon over In a hundredth part of a
second.
And when the horror had left him for a
moment it had only been to give place to
a blind, useless fury. He—he whom the
law hnd decided to bustle out of the world
as one unfit to live—he was not a criminal.
The notion that he was a criminal was
ridiculous. For thirty years he had lived
the life of a scholar and a gentleman,
and the law had had nothing to say to
him. Then a whim of fate, not a thing
for which he was responsible—he had met
a woman and killed a man. For that he
was ranked ns worse than some dirty, ig
norant blackguard who stole or got drunk
and hit without killing. Then, again. If
his hand had trembled and the shot had
missed altogether or at least hnd not kill
ed, none would have held him equally
guilty, and yet he knew that he would
have been no more innocent than now.
Was a man’s lffe, and a valuable life, too,
to bo made to hang on the chalices of a
shaking hand or the sun in the eyes? It
was frantic. It was intolerable.
It was all over now. But the shock
would still stay for awhfle. His nerves
had been all broken up, for a time they
would still torture him. He would wake
later in the night, as he had done every
night recently, feeling the rope already
around his neck. But now the terror
would not persist; hc would be able to
calm himself and to get to sleep again.
He would get back his health. He
would—
Yes. It was strange. He had heard the
words—penal servitude for life. He know
what they meant. Yet If he did not keep
a watch over his thoughts they always
pictured him as going home free. He
found himself anticipating with pleasure
the little comforts and luxuries that he
would J&e able to taste anew after depri
vation, making plans for the future. Im
agining even the kind of romance that
w ould cling to him—one who had murder
ed a man, and for a romantic reason. He
knew the futility of it all. He knew what
penal servitude was, and he thought he
knew what he himself was, but he could
not Imagine the two together. It had been
hideously easy to picture to himself bis
execution.
Now. laboriously be set btmself to the
task of picturing the future as It actually
would be. He reviewed his old method
of life, and asked what would be left out.
Everything would be left out except plain
life. He had not lived extravagantly, but
he had lived as he had been brought up
to live, in consonance with the ways of
the world, with a number of servants,
whom he regarded as a different species
from himself, to do all the uninteresting
things for him. It was a shock to think
that in future he would take his orders
from servants and that from self-interest
ho would do everything he could to win
their favor. There was the dress, too; he
had always tried to dress like other peo
ple, and now he would wear a kind of
farclal bicycle rig with broad-arrows on
it. Was it materialistic to think about
the question of food? He could not Im
agine himself eating poor and distasteful
stuff served in a clumsy and unattractive
way. He had always been careful to
have that kind of thing all right. In or
der that he might not have to think about
It. It was too unimportant; one could
not waste time on It. And now, in all
probability, he would have the unspeak
able humiliation of having to think about
It a great deal. He would know real hun
ger. He would look forward with
greedy anticipation (once the nausea had
been overcome) to that day which
brought with it the best of the awful
food. Again, he would have to work.
He had always loved to work. Without
the stimulus provided by the necessity of
having to make a livelihood he had al
ways been Industrious, from love of the.
work which ha did, because he was a
scholar. Now his work would be a very
different affair. It would never by any
chance be anything that he wanted to do.
Unintelligent manual labor, going on year
after year—It would break his heart. A
talk with a chaplain, who would be ap
palled by his opinions, would be his only
society. A miserable collection of books
beneath contempt might possibly be doled
out to.him with a niggard hand for liter
ature. And he who had so quickly tired
of any manner of living would never have
any change of any kind any more. He
who had always been free to have his own
way. since he could afford it, would spend
his life without any freedom at all, em
ployed in obeying regulations that were,
never arranged for men of his class at
all, but for criminal blackguards, without
education, or taste, or apything of value.
And what would there be at the end?
Probably death; he would never be able
to stand it. He would be in a new world,
not knowing what to do or what were
the best ways of winning the favors of
the warders. Even if he were so strong
that he survived, and so lucky that his
character for good conduct showed no
flaw, the most thnt he could hope, for
would be that In his old age he would be
turned out into, a world of which he had
lost the use, a world that would have
nothing to say to him, with enough money
to do the only thing left—to think himself
to death as soon as possible. All this
came vividly before him. It became more
and more Heal. It possessed him. In
the morning, the morning on which he
was to have been hanged, he would be
taken away, and the first and worst part
of this kind of life would begin.
He lay awake a little longer and the
fear of death went from him. giving way
to a yet more awful fear of life. With a
leather bootlace, a strong will, and a little
cunning, It can be managed, and he man
aged It. Funnily enough, the Jury said
It was insanity.—Barry Fain. In Black
and White.
unable to attend to my work. About this time I be-in to take Swamp-Root.
I took in all six bott'es and was completely cured. I am at my work now
early and late and perfectly well can go all day long without any incon
venience. I am so grateful for what Swamp-Root has done for me that I be
lieve by personal recommendation I have been the means of selling at least
one hundred and fifty bottles.
Atlanta, Ga.
Suffered With Weak
Kidneys and Lame Back
Swamp-Root Cures a Man Who Was So Bad
Off He Could Hardly Get Up or Down.
In an interview on Thursday, January 17, 1901, with an editor of The Sunny
South Mr J B. Creighton makes the following statement:
I had been In poor health for a long time, that is. weak and run down gen
erally: no appetite; things that I did eat did not taste good, and I had terrible
pains In back and kidneys and suffered almost death.
I had heard so much about the wonderful medicine, Swamp-Root, that I de
termined to give It a trial, and bought a bottla of my druggist and commenced
using It regularly. Afler the first three bottles I began to feel better; almosc from
the first, and after using a few bottles I am entirely cured.
Respectfully, J. B. CREIGHTON.
45 Fowler Street, Atlanta. Ga.
Swamp-Root is
Pleasant to Take.
Judge Sessions Recom
mends Swamp-Root.
The following letter from Judge
W. M. Sessions, of Marietta, is
concise and to the point. Judge
Sessions is one of the best known
lawyers in the state of Georgia,
and was for twelve years judge of
the Brunswick circuit:
About two months ago my appetite
failed so that I could not eat anything. I
lived on beef soup principally for about
a month. In the meantime I would be
compelled to get up more than an average
of every hour through the night; also
troubled in the same way through the
day. Having seen Swamp-Root recom
mended for such cases, 1 commenced
taking it. In a short time my ap
petite Improved, and I felt better gen
erally. I am also relieved from being
compelled to get up through the night so
often. The swelling in my feet and legs
has nearly disappeared. I am still using
Swamp Root, and think that It will cure
me, judging from the good effects so far.
W. M. SESSIONS,
Marietta, Ga., Jan. 15, 1901.
Words of Praise
For Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root
The testimony of well known people
whose reputation and standing are of the
very best is the only kind which really
counts and Is the only kind we ever give.
Mrs. P. B. Marsh is well known to all
the people of Dallas, Ga., and only the
desire to benefit suffering humanity
prompts her to publicly proclaim the great
good which she has derived from the use
of Swamp-Root. She writes as follows to
The Sunny South.
“i had suffered with kidney trouble for
forty years and had tried many remedies
with little Improvement. X was at last
advised by a friend to try “Swamp-
Root.” After using one bottle I felt de
cidedly better and stronger about my
back than I have for many years. I
cheerfully recommend it to all sufferers
with kidney troubles."
Mr. J. G. Suggs,
Of Barnesville, Ga.,
Says Swamp-Root is the best medicine
on earth.
/ Here is Mr. Suggs’ letter:
“Barnesville, Ga.. February 19, 1900.—
Dr. Kilmer & Co.—Gentlemen: I feel It i3
my duty to tell you low much good vour
medicine has done for me.
“For several years I suffered with kid
ney and bladder trouble, and used medi
cines, but found no relief until I was
advised by a friend to try Swamp-Root.
After using a dollar bottle I immediately
experienced great relief.
"I continued using It until I had taken
five $1 bottles and now I am in better
health and weigh more than I ever did.
For bladder and kidney troubles Dr. Kil
mer’s Swamp-Root Is the best medicine
on earth, and I heartily recommend it to
all who are suffering from these dis
eases.”
Write for a Free Sample Bottle.
AFTER PHYSICIANS FAILED.
Col. F. M. Darst, a Georgia Insurance Man,
Praises Swamp Root.
I feel that in justice to my fellow sufferers I must testify to the most won*
derful curative properties of Swamp-Root.
Some two years ago I was seriously affected with kidney trouble. My phy
sicians could give me no relief, and my friends as well as myself felt that my
y»t® '
trouble would end in Bright’s disease. Some one called my attention to Swamp-
Root. I took two bottles, with the result that I was a well man, and have not
been troubled since. I write this trusting that the eye of some one afflloted
with the dread kidney trouble may fall upon it, and "having eyes that aee”
may find relief.
TWO BOTTLES CURED CAPTAIN BARKSDALE
Tried Other Remedies but Found No Relief.
About two years ago I had severe pains in my back and side. At the time
I could not walk erect. After trying several remedies and finding no relief, 1
wrote to Dr, Kilmer & Co. to send me a trial bottle of Swamp-Root. As
soon as I commenced to take u I felt better. I then took two 50-cent bottles
and was entirely relieved.
Just As Recommended.
Cured by Swamp-Root.
Mrs. A, I* Hughes, of No. 10 Daniel street, Atlanta, Ga., has used Swamp-Root
to great advantage. Here Is what she says:
“Dr. Kilmer & Co.: Two years ago I was troubled with my kidneys. I
reaJ about Swamp-Root and wrote to you for a sample bottle. I received the
sample promptly, and It did me so much good that I bought several bottles and
took them and was greatly benefited. T found It to be Just what It is recom
mended to be, and I will most heartily recommend It to any one who is suffering
from kidney trouble.”
EDITORIAL NOTICE.—If you have the slightest symptoms of kidney, liver or bladder trouble, or if there is a trace of it in your family
history^ send at once to Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., who will gladly send you by mail, immediately, without cost to you, a sample bottle oi
Swamp-Root and a book containing many of the thousands upon thousands of testimonial letters received from men and women cured by Swamp-Root.
When writing he sure to say that you read this generous offer in The Sunny South. •
ZiOngstreet, Ga.
Swamp-Root is for sale at all Drug Stores in
fifty cents and one dollar.
bottles of two sizes and two prices-