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ture is printed above, and Miss Claussen,
prove beyond question that thousands of
cases of inflammation of the ovaries and
womb are annually cured by the use of
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¥ «Dpar Mgs. PrngmAM :— Gradual loss of strength and nerve force
told me something was radically wrong with me. I had severe shooting
pains throught the pelvic organs, cramps and extreme irritation com
pelled me to seek medical advice. The doctor said that I had ovarian
trouble and ulceration, and advised an operation. Istrongly objected to
‘this and decided to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Cempound.
I seon found that my Jud?fn}ent was correct, and that all the good
'kthgngs said about this medicine were true, and day by day I felt less
\pain and increased appetite. The ulceration soon healed, and the other
rcomplications disappeared and in eleven weeks I was once more strong
‘and wlfiorous and perfectly well.
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table Compound, they will not be disa;igointed with the results.” —
Miss Crara M. Craussex, 1307 Penn St., Kansas City, Mo.
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“« DeAR Mrs. PingkaAM: —lt seems to me that
all the endorsements that I have read of the value
of Lgdia. E. Pinkham’s Compound do not express
one-half of the virtue the great medicine really
possesses. 1 know that it saved my life and I
want to %ive the credit where it belongs. I suf
fered with ovarian trouble for five years, had three
operations and spent hundreds of dollass on doc
tors and medicines but this did not cure me
after all.
« However, what doctors and medicines failed
to do, Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound did. Twenty bottles restored me to })er
fect health and I feel sure that hadl known of its
value before, and let the doctors alone, I would
have been spared all the pain and expense that
THE REAL CRUSOE.
He Was Not Shipwrecked, But Went
Ashore the Island Voluntarily.
The adventures of Selkirk di®er only
only in detail from the story of Crusoe.
The real Cruso, as we may call him,
was not shipwrecked, but came ashore
voluntarily. He was a Scotchman, and
landed from an English ship, the
“Cinque Ports,” a little vessel of but
90 odd tons burden, carrying 18 guns,
commanded by Capt. William Dam
pier, in 1704. Selkirk was the sailing
master of the vessel, and, in reality,
he had had a “falling out” with the
captain, some time before, and begged
to be put ashore. Just what this
quarrel may have been is not known,
since the account comes from the cap
tain himself. Selkirk lived alone on
the island for four vears and four
months, and was then rescued by Cap
tain Rogers of the Duke and taken
back to England. Captain Rogers
wrote the original account of Selkirk’s
adventures, so that we have the true
story of this famous romance at first
hand. .
When Selkirk landed to take pos
session of his island-kingdom he car
ried fewer provisions than the Crusoe
of the story. A boat from the Cinque
Ports brought him to the beach with
his seaman’s chest and meagre pos
sessions and put him ashore.
As the boat pulled away, Selkirk
quickly regretted his act, and begged
on his knees to be taken back to the
ship. The sailors refused, returning
alone, so that the original Crusoe
found himself an unwilling prisoner.
There was little romance in the situa
tion. His entire possessions com
prised only some clothes and bedding,
a firelock, one pound of powder, some
bullets, tobacco, a hatchet, a knife, a
Bible and his mathematical instru
ments and books.
Four years and four months later,
when Selkirk—now safely on board
the Duke—told the story of his adven
tures, the misery of those first hours
on the island were still clear in his
memory. As the ship disappeared he
sat upon his seaman’s chest in utter
dejection. He ate nothing for many
hours. His greatest fear was that with
the coming of night he would be at
tacked by wild animals. In his own
words, “I went to sleep when I could
watch no longer.” For a long time
he remained in such low spirits that
he could eat only at rare intervals.
His first food was the flesh of seals
and the coarse food picked up along
the beach.—From Francis Arnold Col
lins’ “Robinson Crusoe’s Island” in St.
Nicholas.
A CRAZY FLICKER.
This One Took to Drilling Into lron
Pipes and Similar Strange Things.
Mr. Burroughs somewhere has said
that if the flicker ever goes crazy he
will go crazy boring holes. Now I
never doubt anything Mr. Burroughs
says about birds and beasts, and €0
for a good many years I have confi
dently expected that if ever I found a
crazy flicker, I should find him, as
Mr. Burroughs predicted, boring holes.
Of course I never expected to find a
real crazy flicker, though I have long
been convinced that the whole flicker
family is queer, and, indeed, somewhat
crack-brained.
But I have found one—a real crazy,
insane flicker; and he was boring
holes—boring holes in tin rain pipes,
for he seemed to have been possessed.
He appeared last spring in Newton,
a beautiful suburb of Boston. It was
in the spring time, and Highhole
(Highhole is one of his six common
New England names), inheriting a
delicately balanced mind, was drilling
into the rain pipe. Doubtless he
thought he was preparing a place for
a bride. Now the average young
flicker bride is about as “spoon” and
as ready for “love in a cottage” as any
bride; but I have vet to see one who
would go to the length of a rain pipe.
No; the young flicker was mad, in
sane. He arrived in April, and an
nounced himself by beating a thunder
ous tattoo on a galvanized-iron chim
ney. The persons in the rooms below
jumped as if the roof were falling.
The passers-by on the street stopped
and gazed around in wonder. There
was nothing to be seen. Again the
rattling, ringing roll, and up out of the
chimhey popped Highhole, in an ec
stasy over his new drum.
Then across the way, on the top of
another house he spied another, big
ger drum, and flew over there. It
was a big ventilator. He struck it.
To his apparent delight it boomed;
and catching his toes around an iron
hoop that encircled it he beat out a
roll that a drummer boy might have
envied.
The mystery is that his bill did not
fly into splinters. But it didn’t. The
sound, however, seemed to go to his
head, and he got crazier and crazier
over the galvanized iron until he dis
covered the rain pipe.
Up to this time the neighbors had
looked upon him as a youthful and de
voted lover, who could not express
half of his feeling upon an ordinary
rotten stub, and so had taken to the
sounding hollow chimneys. They had
been amused. But suddenly all that
changed. They woke up to the fact
that the bird was a raving maniac,
for what did they see one morning
but the flicker, high up under the cor
ner of a roof, clutching a small iron
bracket in the side of the house and
diligently trying to drill a hole through
the hard metal rain pipe.
He was hammering like a tinsmith,
and already had cut an opening hal’gt
as big as one's fist when discovered.
He had not tried to drill before; he
had been happy with the mere sound.
But something either in the size of
shape or ring of the pipe suggested
“nest” to his wild wits and right
through the pipe he had gone.
He was scared off finally, but not un
til he had let himself in and had had
a look down through the strange bot
tomless pit that he had opened.—Dal
las Lore Sharp in St. Nicholas.
QUAINT AND CURIQUS.
In Mexico the family of a dead duel
ist can claim support from the per
son who shot him.
The Ainu women in Japan tattoo
their faces to give them the appear
ance of men with whiskers.
In the course of a murder trial at
Cape Town recently the defendant, an
aged Malay trader, admitted that he
had 27 wives.
In the schools of Rhenish, Prussia, a
change of stockings and shoes is pro
vided for the use in schcol of chil
dren who arrive with wet feet.
The wives of Siamese noblemen have
their hair cut in pompadour style. It is
usually about one and a half inches in
length and sticks up straight, like the
hairs in a blacking brush.
The most expensive fur is that of the
of the black fox of Kamschatka, the
skin of which, when dressed, becomes
a very attractive blue. A single skin
is worth as much as $lOOO.
Ohio has come to the front with a
new injunction. It was granted to a
man to prevent his wife from going
on a strike, and now she has got to do
all the housework or be in contempt of
court.
Dusseldorff newspapers announce the
death of an armless painter named
Siepen, who bec#&me quite noted for his
genre pictures. He painted with his
left foot. Many of his pictures are in
England.
Mutual.
Puflikins—My wife is an unusually
smart woman. .
Duffey—She is, eh?
Puffikins—She considers me a won
derful smart man and, of course, she
must be a very smart woman in or
der to realize how smart I am.
The government of Peru will guaran
tee the construction of a railway from
the Pacific to a navigable branch of
the Amazonp