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THE CH RISTM AS CHILD
E have worked a
long time to have
nice exercises for
Christmas and It
f will be all for
nothing if you take
4* V Lozette away. She
sings.. better than
any of the children
and we cannot do
without her.”
Miss Berton shook
her head opposingly. She knew that
old Manuth understood ter words per¬
fectly, though he would not reply in
English.
“He says we come back one week
before Christmas,” interpreted the
slender little Indian girl, looking from
her father hi her teacher with plead¬
ing eyes.
"One week plenty time, Miss Ber
ton?” she asked anxiously a3 her
teacher did not speak.
“I no like miss Christmas tree. 1
feel very bad miss Christmas singing.
Maybe so come back two weeks before
Christmas!” She took no thought of
the length of time a week really was
In her eagerness. She added the last
sentence with sudden emphasis, look¬
ing up triumphantly into Miss Ber
ton’g calm face.
“Do you wish to go very much, Lo¬
zette?” asked Miss Berton.
The child hesitated and cast down
her eyes, seeing disapproval in her
teacher’s quiet manner.
Manuth muttered something in their
own language. Quickly raising her
eyes to Miss Berton’s Lozette said em¬
phatically: “I want go very much.”
Miss Berton did not reply for a mo¬
ment, but stood looking steadly at the
child, and then, as though consenting
against her will, she said, rather
sternly:
“Your father must promise me that
you will be back a week before Christ¬
mas. You know what a promise means
and you mus* make him remember.”
Lozette promised solemnly, and Ma¬
nuth grunted approvingly.
"He says how much days’ stay, Miss
Berton?" again she interpreted.
Miss Berton counted them on her fin
gers.
“Seven days—one week. Three
days more—ten days. Stay ten days,
then come back, that will be six days
before Christmas. Do you under¬
stand?”
“Ugh!” assented Manuth, holding up
his ten fingers, waving his hand away
in the drection he wished to go and
then bringing his fist back to a sud¬
den halt, indicating his going and his
return.
When Miss Berton took Lozette up
to the dormitory to wrap her warm in
good, heavy clothes, she asked:
“Why do you eare so much to go on
this journey with jour father?”
Lozette’s eyes brightened as she
answered with great prhle:
“My father big man. Otoe’s make
pipe-dance and big feast. They ask my
father dance. They give him ponies
and blankets. I like see my father
dance and be big man.”
Miss Berton’s face grew serious, but
she only said: “I am sure my Christ¬
mas child will remember her promise.
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WE CANNOT DO WITHOUT HER
You have never been absent on Christ¬
mas day and it would spoil all our
pleasure if you were not here to lead
the singing."
“Spoil Christmas Child, too; she
come back sure, Miss Berton,” Lozette
said, her earnestness supplying the de¬
ficiency of words in conveying her
meaning. *
Lozette w r as born in the school build¬
ing on Christmas morning ten years
before. As her mother was employed
off and on about the laundry all those
years the child had never been taken
away for any length of time, especial¬
ly since she had grown old enough to
be in school.
Miss Berton had called her “The
Christmas Child” when she first saw
her, a little brown pappoose, and Ma¬
nuth had christened her Lozette when
the small, round spot was tattoed in
her forehead.
Miss Berton had taken up her life
work in this mission school among the
Indians, and whoever else came or
went, she had remained, until silvery
threads v/ere beginning to appear in
the smooth bands of her hair. She
possessed the confidence of the old In¬
dians and the love and obedience of
their children, because, understanding
them, she dealt with them honestly.
When she first came among them she
revolted at their heathen customs, and
protested bitterly against th^ir dances,
feasts and superstitious practices.
Long experiences, however, had taught
her that she might as well go out into
the forest and attempt to tame the wild
animals there, as to apply herself to
the task of instilling into Indians al¬
ready grown old a liking for white
man’s ways. She realized that the sal¬
vation of the race rested with the chil¬
dren, and for their education and Chris¬
tianization Bhe was untiring. A feel¬
ing of discouragement *pd pain crept
over her occasionally when, as now,
children whom she had taught from
infancy displayed the old savage in¬
stincts and longings.
Lozette could not have lived so close
under Miss uerton’s care for ten years,
receiving the careful training in pre¬
cepts of truth and kindliness, and fail¬
ed to have been a good girl. She loved
her school and her teacher; she loved
to be called Christmas Child and to
think of the Christ Child; but she
loved also, in a different way. her
father, Manuth, and dear in her secret
heart were these occasional journeys
when she could, without restraint, en¬
joy the customs of her ancestors.
The bright, crisp December morning
was lovely enough to satisfy the mdst
appreciative worshiper of Nature when
the motley procession filed out over
the hill away from the village.
Lozette was perched upon a pony be¬
side her father. Miss Berton, with a
crowd of her pupils about her, stood
upon the doorstep watching until the
train was out of sight, then she called
the little band in to work and lessons,
and Lozette dropped out of their lives
—except in thought.
The day3 passed uneventfully at the
Echool, while Lozette mingled w4th the
squaws and played with the babies
around the great camp fires, or de¬
lightedly gazed on the dance where
Manuth was the central figure and
where the pipe went around the sol¬
emn circle. Sometimes her high voice
rang out above those of the squaws
when they were permitted to join in
the general discordance, and her small
figure moved among the throng at
ffeasting time.
On the arrival of the day on which
Manuth had promised that he would
start back with Lozette the sunshine
of the day before had disappeared, and
the children at the school looked out
on the darkened sky disappointedly.
Toward evening a snow storm of un¬
precedented severity began to rage. At
night a wind sprung up which before
morning developed into a fearful bliz¬
zard. Many times during the clay Miss
Berton and her young charges gazed
anxiously through the windows into
the dimmed world, thinking of Lozette
and hoping that something might have
detained her father from setting out
in the face of such a storm.
• Another night and another day pass¬
ed before the wind abated, leaving a
white, quiet earth.
The next day the Indians began to
come straggling home. The watches at
the school house waited in vain. It
was not until the day before Christ¬
mas eve that a strange procession was
seen moving in their direction. There
were four men, appearing scarcely
more pinched and hungry than their
poor ponies, coming so slowly that the
watchers pressed their faces against
the panes almost breathlessly.
They could see Manuth, so gaunt and
feeble that ho could scarcely remain
in the saddle.
“No Lozette, Miss Berton!” exclaim¬
ed one little girl in great alarm, break¬
ing the watchful silence.
"I think she is being carried by one
of the men,” answered Miss Berton,
looking intently at the bundle of
blankets in front of the foremost In¬
dian.
Slowly the half-starved beasts plod¬
ded through the unbroken snow;
Miss Berton was on the steps in spite
of the cold when they reached the gate.
Two men assisted Manuth into the
kitchen, while the thin;l brought the
bundle in his arms to Miss Berton.
Poor little senseless Lozette!
Tender hands ministered to her
needs, but little could be done to re¬
lieve those stiffened, frozen limbs.
For hours Manuth never spoke, but
sat as one dazed, by the kitchen fire.
Suddenly be seemed to remember
something and asked to see Lozette.
Miss Berton led him In to the still
room where the unconscious child lay.
There, alone with the kind teacher, his
tongue was loosed and, as if he had
never been averse to speaking English,
he said with great effort and trembling
gestures:
"Ten days’ stay. Lozette say ‘Come
hack.’ Lozette cry, say, ‘Come back
Christmas.’ ”
Manuth bent over and looked closely
at his child, his tears raining down up¬
on her face.
Miss Berton understood' him. She
knew that he had started home against
his better judgment, but Lozette had
cried to keep her promise, and he had
yielded to her wishes.
“Snow come hard;, no see,” he re¬
sumed after a long silence.
“Me put Lozette in blanket, lay
down.” He made a motion showing
how he had held her tight in his arms
as the snow drifted over them. There
was another silence longer than before
and then, without raising his bowed
head, in a voice shrill with anguish,
he said:
"Lozette heap cry. Say ‘No Christ¬
sing’—‘No Christmas Child.’ ”
mas
Miss Berton could only sob with the
poor old man.
“Pretty soon no cry—no more. Me
think Lozette dead.” Manuth conclud¬
ed his recital with a pitiful moan.
They sat all night by the child’s bed¬
side—the old father and the faithful
teacher—but Manuth opened his lips
no more to speak, and no one ever
again heard him utter a word of Eng¬
lish.
On the evening of the 24th, Lozette
opened her eyes and a conscious light
passed over her face. Miss Berton
leaned over her. Her lips moved and
“Christmas Child” came faintly from
them.
Christmas morning the big bell
sounded a different chime from its cus¬
tomary Christmas greeting, and the
children chanted Lozette’s hymn over
all that was mortal of the Christmas
Child.
In the Same Business.
“So her husband is an editor?” “Yes.
But, good land! If there’s anything in
the way of news she can beat him pub¬
lishing It abroad.”—Baltimore Sun.
Don’t think that tact removes diffi¬
culties; it simply goes around them.
SPORT SHE LIKES BEST.
Little California Diana Who Took Up
the Gun for Health.
“Lead an outdoor life as much as you
possibly can,” is the prescription many
a doctor has given to fair patients
whose health and nerves were shatter¬
ed by complying with the demands of
society. There are many ways of fill¬
ing this prescription'—tennis, golf,
wheeling, rowing; angling. There is
one more method, and Miss Rose Mey¬
er of San Francisco has adopted it. She
is the only daughter of the western me¬
tropolis who has turned to the gun
and field to bring back the roses which
ill health has stolen from her cheeks.
For years Miss Meyer has lacked the
one thing she most longed for, a robust
constitution and perfect health, but
has long hesitated to adopt the com¬
mon-sense suggestion of her family
physician—to pass most of her time In
the open air. Finally she decided to
go on a hunting trip, and, having done
so, was so greatly benefited that ever
since she has stuck to this plan of
obeying her doctor. The trim little fig¬
ure of this modern Diana is a familiar
sight to sportsmen who tramp the
marshes about Sheljville or the uplands
bordering on Sonoma creek. Almost
every week, in company with a rela¬
tive, she makes a pilgrimage to some
favorite haunt of wild game, and her
skill with the gun is evidenced by the
well-filled game bag which she inva¬
riably brings back. On a recent visit
to the Sonoma marsh she bagged sev¬
en teal, five English snipe, besides sev¬
eral quail, all killed on the wing. Her
mentor vows that she bids fair to be¬
come one of the mosfr notable wing
shots in San Francisco. Miss Meyer ia
petite, weighing little more than IOC
pounds, but there is a suggestion oi
strength and agility in every line of the
supple figure whjg;k only exercise in the
open air can give, and a light in the
eyes which denotes perfect health.
WORK FOR RESTLESS FINGERS,
Knit Kuna May be Made by
Who Are Kept Indoors.
Mothers often sigh for something
wherewith to occupy tho restless fin¬
gers of their little girls on rainy days.
Why ntA set them to rugmaking? The
materials needed are knitting cotton
and two knitting needles. The cotton
is to be cut into uniform lengths of
about three inches. To cut it an ex¬
cellent plan is to wind the cotton upon
a round ruler, then with a sharp pair
of scissors to cut the thread along the
whole length of the ruler. To begin
the knitting an uneven number of
stitches is cast on and four or five rows
knitted plainly, then on the second
stitch of the row to be fringed one oi
the lengths of cut cotton is knitted in.
The length is simp’ly doubled, and be¬
ing placed end to end the loop sc
formed in the center is taken along
with the stitch in knitting. All the
even stitches take a piece of cotton
fringe on this row. The next row is
knitted plainly; then comes another
fringed row. Thus the rows continue,
one fringed, one plain, until the strip
is long enough. If this strip is knitted
in white cotton the next strip may he
in red cotton, the colors alternating
until the requisite number of strips are
knitted, when they are sewed together
to make a handsome striped cotton
mat. h *
Persian Colors.
Persian colors are obtained to a
great extent in the softer shades. Whole
gowns are made of thfe material with
the shawl effect, and one with a pale
blue ground, the figures in soft tones
which blend with it, is lovely. A blouse
of a delicate shade of silk, with a nar¬
row front of some soft white material,
has long lapels and standing collar of
silk in Persian colors, with a charm¬
ing effect.
STORYETTES,
At a dinner of the Literary Society,
Lord Houghton once said, with refer¬
ence to a statue that had been lately
found near Athens, that, when the De¬
march telegraphed to the Lord Mayor
of London, “Phidias recovered,” the
latter replied, “Glad to hear it, but
didn't know he had been ill."
Once, when Bismarck was leaving
home in 1S66, his youngest son asked
him how long he was to be. away. He
replied that he did not know. At that
moment a servant came in to inquire
how many bottles of cognac were to be
packed up in the prince’s luggage.
“Twenty-four,” was the answer. “Ahf
papa,” cried the “terrible infant,” “now
I know how long you are to be from
home—twenty-four days!”
While dining at bis son-in-law’s one
evening, it was noticed that Pasteur
dipped his cherries in his glass of
water, and then carefully wiped them
before eating them. As this caused
some amusement, he held forth at
length on the dangers of the microbes
with which the cherries were covered.
Then he leaned back in his chair, wiped
his forehead and unconsciously picked
up his glass, drank off the contents, mi¬
crobes and all.
Fritz Williams, the Victor, was sit¬
ting one evening in a New. York cafe,
when two very young men came in.
They beckoned condescending to a
waiteT. “Waiter,” said one, “bring me
a chop. Mind it’s just right, now.
Just mention my name to the cook.”
“You may bring me a steak," said the
other, just as grandly, “and tell the
.cook who it is for.” The waiter was
halfway across the room, which was
crowded, when Fritz Williams hailed
him. “Waiter,” he drawled, “bring me
half a dozen Blue Points, and mention
my name to every darned oyster.”
Don't judge the railway by the ci¬
gars sold on its train*.
HOW COBEA
THE [ACTION IS
AND YET SWIFT.
Life Saved by a Half Second—Snake
Has Sometimes Slipped Off the Ilody
by the Mere Impetus of tho
Clothing a FotecMon. v
Now, the so-called poisonous fangs
are not in themselves poisonous—that
is, they are not coated with poison;
nor even have they a capillary tube
running inside along their length,
through which the cobra injects the
poison into the wound. If that w'ere
the case the cobra could not seize Its
food, e. g., a rat, without infecting it
with poison, says the Wide World
Magazine. No; nature is not so clum¬
sy or wasteful in her ordinations, not¬
withstanding popular belief to the con¬
trary. The fact is there is a fine tube
running from the base of each of the
two fangs backward under the eye to
an almond-shaped gland or bag, which
contains the poison. This gland is con¬
stantly secreting the poison, with a
small supply for immediate use.
Hence, if the tube connecting the gland
to the base of the fang were kept open,
the poison would be constantly running
out into the mouth of the cobra, and
thus wasted to no purpose. To prevent
this a circular muscle binds the tube
somewhere about the middle. But
when the cobra strikes its prey this
muscle is relaxed and another one
squeezes the poison bag and thus in¬
jects the poison. But let us describe
the whole process of striking and see
what the cobra does when he means
mischief. He expands his head and
rears at least a third of his length in
the air, with the rest of the body coiled
in the form of a spiral. This spiral
form gives him sufficient anchorage to
rear his body by sheer muscular effort,
and also the necessary leverage in
dealing the blow. His eyes glisten like
i basilisk’s, his forked tongue darts in
and out with a loiy, hissing sound.
Suddenly he throws back his head with
low < darts for¬
a curve, and as swiftly
ward to his victim, partly as a plunge
and partly as a spring, unfolding a
portion of his coil to increase his range.
It looks as if the cobra sprang into the
air, but, as a matter of fact, his belly
usually touches the ground at the mo¬
ment of striking, in order to afford him
sufficient leverage to imbed his fangs in
the body of his victim. The action is
magnificent, and yet swift as a light¬
ning flash. The tongue is withdrawn,
the mouth wide open. The fangg fall
on the victim as a stab, the lower jaw
closing in beneath as a bite. If the
blow has been fair and square, two
small punctures are made in the flesh
of the victim by the two fangs; other¬
wise, if the blow has been one-sided,
there will he only one puncture.
Now, the mere striking of the blow is
not enough, and if the cobra were in¬
stantaneously to withdraw the fangs
after dealing the blow, his prey would
suffer no worse effect than the pain of
those needle-like punctures. It is still
necessary to inject the poison. In cer¬
tain cases, indeed, by a strong muscular
action, the poison has been injected
almost simultaneously with the blow;
nay, in a ease where the cobra was in¬
ordinately roused to fury, the poison
was shot out by a strong muscular ef¬
fort while the cobra was still in the
act of plunging—and in this case the
intended Victim, who was really out of
range, escaped the blow, but had the
poison squirted all over him. Still,
however, in most cases the poison is in¬
jected after the blow—though it be but
half a second after. That half second
has saved many a life—for instance,
where the blow, not being struck full
in the body, but* only on the edge of it,
the cobra slipped off the body by the
mere impetus of the blow, causing the
fangs to scratch along the skin in two
thin lines. Assuming, however, that
the blow has been struck full on the
body of the victim, the cobra imme¬
diately after the blow (i. e., as soon as
he has partially recovered from his own
impetus, which is in about a second or
so) wriggles his head either to the
right or to the left. This act of.turning
helps to squeeze the poison gland, sit¬
uated on that side to which the cobra
has turned, and thus to inject tho
poison over the puncture on that side.
(Of course, if the cobra has time to
turn both ways, then the poison is de¬
posited on both wounds—and the con¬
dition of the victim is doubly des¬
perate.) After this discharge the cobra
usually drops off the limb in an Inert
mass, as if considerably, though tem¬
porarily, weakened by the loss of the
precious fluid. There may, of course,
be sufficient secretion still left in the
bag to give a second bite immediately
after, but in that case the wound may
not necessarily be fatal. It usually
takes a few hours, sometimes days, to
accumulate the full supply again.
There was, however, one case within
the writer's knowledge where three
small children were successively bitten
by a large cobra and all three died in
consequence. But to resume. It will,
therefore, be apparent that (I) the
fangs are employed merely to cause the
wound or wounds—i. e., to open up a
communication with the blood of the
victim, and (2) the poison deposited
on the wound mixes with the blood and
eventually causes death, as will be
mentioned later on. Hence It will be
noted that if the poison is not able to
enter the wound there is no danger. In
other words, if the cobra bites a per¬
son, not on the naked skin, but through
a fairly substantial garment, the fangs
will go through right enough, but the
poison will be deposited on the gar¬
ment and not on the wound.
In such a case, if the person bitten
were to remove the garment, at least
fre^ tho immediate neighborhood of
time to soak through i”T it, he !“1 is in h no ”!l
danger whatever.
On the other hand, if there is already
j. wound or sore on the body, then even
a blow from a fangless cobra will be
fatal. Snake-charmers are well aware
of this fact, and are particularly care¬
ful on such occasions as the following:
A band of these men were exhibiting
before the writer, when, after a few
odd feats, they proceeded to show
graphically how a cobra strikes its
prey. They produced a magnificent
specimen, fully five feet in length and
as thick a3 one’s wrist—though, of
course, fangless. One of the men
struck up a monotonous tune on a wind
instrument, something like a Highland
bagpipe. The cobra Immediately
reared its head fully two feet from the
ground, and began swaying its body
gracefully in time with the music in
evident pleasure. Then one of the
other men took off his tunic and stood
naked to the waist. His bared back
was carefully examined to see that
there was not so much as a scratch on
it. He knelt down about tv.: feet in
front of the cobra and waite ,
Suddenly, at a given signa., the mu¬
sic stepped. In fierce anger the cobra
launched forth at the kneeling figure
as being the nearest—but, almost si¬
multaneously with the stoppage of the
music, the man dropped his head on his
knees and received the blow on his
bared back. The cobra, paused just one
second after striking and then turned
on its head and fell off. There was a
huge drop of poison on the back of the
performer! He wiped it off carefully
with a piece of cloth and proceeded
with the rest of the performance.
TEACH A CHILD TO THINK.
From Infancy the Motlier Should Study
to Promote Its Mental Growth.
Froebel’s “Mother Play" book is full
of the richest suggestions as to how
the every-day life of the nursery can
be made to yield.up its treasures of oil
and wine, goodness and truth, for both
baby and mother. He shows very
clearly there that while It is easy to
keep in sympathy with child-nature,
and for many mothers to provide for
the varying ceaseless activities, yet
that to really understand the origin
and- end of this activity an earnest
study of tho human mind in its indi¬
vidual and social relations is also noed
ed. The mother must learn that
thought and feeling, as well as nerve
and muscle, have their pulsations,
their rhythms, their periods of greater
or less activity. She must learn that
to try to work against these laws writ¬
ten in the whole being of the child is
but “kicking against the pricks.” She
will learn that just as there is seed¬
time and harves't, and the work of the
one period cannot be done except in
that period, so the child cannot be
made to take on pertain states of mind
paid heart. To take up certain studies
when ije has not yet reached the time
in which such mental or heart nourish¬
ment is demanded is but to block the
wheels to a true, logical, orderly de¬
velopment of all the faculties, She
will learn that a child’s interests can¬
not be ignored and other interests for¬
eign to his present stage of growth sub¬
stituted for his own. She will study
books like Donelson’s “Growth of the
Brain,” or Warner’s “The Study of the
Child,” to fin’d a true physical basis for
education, and then strive to gain a
clearer, larger view of all those psycho¬
logical questions which bear on mental
development. To this will be added a
true knowledge of those principles
which make for a better understanding
of the child as a spiritual being. It is
not hard to do all this if you will look
at life from the child’s standpoint, giv¬
ing him your own loving instructive
sympathy.—Alice H. Putnam in Wom¬
an’s Home Companion.
THE SKIRT PUZZLES WOMEN,
They Cannot Remember Seeing; Anything
Tike It lief ore.
There are so many changing styles
in skirts the average parson can scarce¬
ly keep up with them. The very newest
skirt is so decidedly new no one can
remember to have seen anything like
it. Not even did portraits show it or
heroines in out-of-date novels. It is
made absolutely without fullness in ei¬
ther back or front, not even so much
as a wrinkle. The top is perfectly plain
and smooth, fitted to the figure only
by a gore on each hip and extending
to the' knees in front, while the lower
part is a graduated Spanish affair cut
on the bias that falls easily in godets
to flare at the bottom. It fastens in
the front, at the left side usually, but
some of them hook or button behind,
still without the least sign of a fold
or plait. Some of the skirts are elab¬
orately braided in barbarous design,
wiu twists and turns and huge circies
and crossbars, and some are embroid¬
ered or stitched in bias rows and Greek
lines. But, however trimmed, the new
skirt is the newest thing Dame Fash¬
ion has produced for a long time.
Doubly Graceful Speech.
It is not every man who knows how
to compliment a woman gracefully.
The following dialogue took place be¬
tween a very pretty lady singer and a
celebrated composer, who is by no
means addicted- to flattery: “Tell me,
my dear maestro, which would you like
better, to be blind or deaf?” “Deaf,
madam, when I am looking at you, and
blind when. I hear ycu sing.”
A Comedy of Colors.
“Hello, Black!” “Hello, White!”
“Hear about Brown?” “Yes. Gray
told me.” And then they went into
Green’s to take something for the
blues.--Life. ,
There are now 20,000 Indians lp
school outside the five aivilized tribes.
In the Prison.
Warden—A reporter wants to see
you. What shall I say?
Convict—Tell him I am not at home.
—Fliegende Blatter.
Cost of # N!cnrasna Canal.
Th© estimates as to the emus© of constructing
the Nicaragua Canal rary irem $115,000,000
to $150,000,G00. How dlfTeront are th© estimates
of the people as to the value of Hostotter's
otomaeh Bitters for stomach, ltver, blood and
Kidney diseases. It is agreed everywhere
that this remedy is unsurpassed for indiges¬
tion, biliousness, constipation, nervousness
and sleeplessness. It Is such an agreeable
medicine to take. It tastes good as well as
does good.
Unbelief puts up the bars when truth goes
hunting.
Scanty Is Blood Deep.
Clean blood means a clean skin. No
beauty without it. Cascareta, Candy Cathar¬
tic clean your blood and keep it clean, all im¬ by
stirring up from the the lazy body. liver and Begin driving to-day to
purities banish boils,, blotches, blackheads,
and that pimples, sickly bilious complexion by taking
Cascarets,—beauty for ten cents. All drug¬
gists, satisfaction guaranteed, 10c, 25c, 50c.
One of the stations of the railwav which is
to be built from the Red sea to the top of
Mount Sinai will be on tho spo t where it is
supposed Moses stood when he received the
tables of the law.
To Cure a Cold in One Day.
Take Laxative Ercjno Quinine. Tablets. All
Druggists refund money If It falls to cure. 25c.
An Automatic ^jectric music leaf-turner is
one of the latest patents. It is claimed for it
that it can be easily attached to any piano
music rack, and it is worked bj touching a
button with the foot.
educate Year Bowels With Cascarets.
U)o, Candy Cathartic, C. euro constipation refund forever.
25c. If C. C. fall, druggists money.
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—No; I stop for meals.—Tit-Bits.
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The Naval Engineer In Battle.
It you were sealed up in a heated
iron tank floating on the sea and ham¬
mered by missiles which now and then
let in daylight and splin;* rs, you
would get a dim idea of the lot of the
engineer’s men aboard a battle ship in
action. But the engineer’s men have
to work in the hurly-burly, and you
would go mad in your tank. The en¬
emy’s shot pounds the ship, but the en¬
gineer and his men know not where
the enemy is or where the ship is
heading. And they can't stop to think
about it. Keep that bearing cool,
smother it in oil, down it in waterl
Keep lc cool, or the game’s up! The
men on deck can le£ the splinters lie
where they fall, but the men in the
engine room have to keep the splinters
out of the machinery. Steam pipes
are pierced. Mend ’em. Crawl behind
the boilers and stop that steam leak.
Impossible to shut off anything. Scald¬
ed? Never mind. It’s all in the day’s
work. Don't let the water down. Pass
the coal lively. And, while you’re
about it, put out that fire in the
bunkers. In the lower engine rooms
the thermometer shows 13(5 degrees in
front of the ventilating blowers; in the
ipper engine rooms, 190 degrees.— En¬
gineering Magazine.
STORIES OF RELIEF.
Two Letters to Mrs. Pinkham.
Mrs. John Williams, English town,’
N. J., writes :
“ Dear Mrs. Pinkham: —I cannot be¬
gin to tell you how I suffered before
taking your remedies. I was so! weak
that I could hardly walk across the floor
without falling. I had womb trouble
and such a bearing-down feeling ; also
suffered with my back and limbs, pain
in womb, inflammation of the bladder,
piles and indigestion. Before I had
taken one bottle of Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound I felt a great deal
better, and after taking two and one
half bottles and half a box of your *
Liver Pills I was cured. If more would
take your medicine they would not
have to suffer so much.”
Mrs. Joseph Peterson, 513 East St.,
Warren, Pa., writes: ' |
“Dear Mrs. Pinkham: —I have suf¬
fered with womb trouble over fifteen
years. I had inflammation, enlarge¬
ment and displacement of the womb.
I had the backache constantly, also
headache, and was so dizzy. I had
heart trouble, it seemed as though my
heart was in my throat at times chok¬
ing me. I could not walk around and
I could not lie down, for then my heart
would beat so fast I would feel as
though I was smothering. I had to
sit up in bed nights in order to breathe.
I was so weak 1 conld'not do any¬
thing. several bot¬
“I have now taken
tles of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound, and used three pack¬
ages of Sanative Wash, and can say
I am perfectly cured. I do not think
I could have lived long if Mrs. Pink¬
ham’s medicine had not helped me.”
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