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4he fil confidence of the Well-Informed
of the World and tho Commendation of
the most eminent physiciaru it was essen
tial that the component parts of Syrup
of Figs and Elixir of Senna should bo
known to and approved by them; there
fore, the California Fig Syrup Cos. pub
lishes a full statement with every package.
The perfect purity and uniformity of pro
duct, which they demand in a laxative
remedy of an ethical character, are assured
by tho Company’s original method of man
ufacture known to the Company only.
The figs of California are used in the
production o f Syrup of Figs and Elixir of
Senna to promote the pleasant taste, but
tho medicinal principles are obtained from
plants known to act most beneficially.
To get its beneficial effects always buy
the genuine—manufactured by the Cali
fornia Fig Syrup Cos. only, and for sale
by all leading druggists.
Failed In Health
“My mother died six years ago,” writes Miss Ruth
Ward, of Jerseyville, 111., “and left me to care for six
children. I had never been strong; and this, with the shock
of her death, was too much for me.
“I failed in health. I was tired all the time and did
not want to go anywhere, nor care for company. I had
the headache all the time and such bearing-down pains.
“Avery dear friend advised me to take Cardui, as it
had done her so much good, so I commenced to use it
and now I am in good health.”
CARDUI
CO 44
The Woman’s Tonic
Women’s pains are relieved or prevented and women’s
strength is quickly restored, by Cardui, the woman’s tonic.
You yourself know best if you need it, or not
If you do need it, do not delay, but commence to use
it at once. Every day of delay, only lets you slide further
down the hill.
Don’t wait, then, but begin to take Cardui today, for its
use, no matter haw prolonged, cannot harm you and will
surely do you good. •
Write to: Ladies’ Advisory Dept, Chattanooga Medicine Cos., Chattanooga, Teoa*
for Special Instructions, and 64-page book, “Home Treatment for Women." sent free.
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Whiskered Jurors.
An Illinois judge, whose name we
will not give, made a recent address
before the Illinois State Attorneys’
Association, in which he told of the
tricks of lawyers to win cases. Speak
ing of the prejudices of jurors and
of judges he said:
“Whiskers play a great part in law
suits. At present the prejudice in
“h!cago is against jurors with whis
kers. It formerly was the other way.
I know a judge who thought he was
without prejudice and thought only
men with long whiskers made good
jurors. The prejudice now is the
other way and attorneys here gener
ally reject men with long whiskers."
It is fortunate that this prejudice
is not widely prevalent, for if it were
there could hardly fail to be a ud
dent change in men’s fashion® which
would banish tho smooth-fihaven and
moustached from American polite so
ciety.—Green Bag.
Perfection only seems possible in
one thing at a time. Just as we have
gotten our food sanitary, sighs the
Pittsbjurg Dispatch, our literature has
become sadly in need of disinfecting.
10 Make SICO Par Month Ahovo Expenses
, - ARE now making big money with
1000 our Medicines, Extracts. Epic**, Fp*p*.
Perfumes, Toilet Articles, Poultry
Polishes, etc We ere one of tho lei cost importer* ana
menufeeturer. In the U S. Our dtpitol end surnfuels
One Million Dollers. We make over 60
9 enleed. Our factories hove over 8 ecree of floor space.
; tarcvT one man in each unocoupiefl
Wfc NOW WfiliT locality to take full charge <f
all deliveries to farmers and others from a waffuai similar
to the above, in short, a man able to take full'
everything pertn uir.g to our business In his 'Jntiicg not
every man can All this position n. r can ’'•afford to “
tract with one who is too extravagant or too old or ■ .
young Wo s-art to hear from men who have Dean fatly
successful --honest, industrious men who will be satished
to muke net less than
SIOO Per Month Clear Profit
ahore expenses the first year. *IBOO the second year, and
*2400 the third year.
If you are fairly well acquainted in your locality and
yo, think you can fill the position, lose no time in
us for full particulars as we are now rapidly filling all
vacant t.errit iy. We do uot want to hear from men under
■2l or over 60 years of age. colored people, or women To
get this position a man must b* abla to furnish 1 or 2
horses to conduct the business, also good business men as
references. If Ton esnnot meet these requirements do not
Ivrits if yon can mast them, write us; you are the man sve
are locking for The position pays big .s honorable and
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THE SUNDAY PAPER.
I spent five cents for the Sunday Divrt.
And hauled it home in a two-wheeled cart.
T piled the sections unon the floor.
Till they reached as higli as the kitchen
door.
I hung the chromos upon the wall.
Though there wasn’t room to hang them
all;
And the yard was littered some ten feet
deep.
With comic sections that made me weep;
And there were sections of pink and green,
A woman’s section and magazine:
And sheets of music, tli£ which, if played,
Would make an audience quickly fade;
And there were patterns for women's
gowns.
And more for gentlemen’s hand-me-downs;
And a false mustache and a rubber doll,
And a deck of cards and a parasol;
Now men are busy with dray and cart,
A-huuling away the Sunday Dart.
—Emporia (Ivan.) Gazette.
One Touch of Nature.
By IDA ALEXANDER.
The slow freight bumped along
from city to country, making fairly
good time, though it seemed but a
snail’s pace to the man riding the
brake-beam. Every mile that they
passed meant that much nearer to
safety, and Hollis Day hugged the
little dog closer to him at every jerk
of the cars. His name would have
sounded strangely in his ears. He
had long since lest all claim to it, and
was known to his associates by a
number. Now he began to fancy it
might be his again.
The dog was an ugly little thing,
lean and half starved; nothing pre
possessing about it, yet it stood to
the man for all that is good in life.
It had come to him, even as he scaled
the prison wall, in his daring break
for liberty, and he had taken it into
whatsoever remained uncrushed of a
heart.
“Trusted me,’’ he reflected. “He
trusted me, the darned little pup. J
ain’t a-goin’ back on the only thing
on earth as does.”
No, he wasn’t going hack on it,
even though it diminished his chances
of escape. He had carried it in his
arms, as he hurried to a “pal’s” place
for a change of clothes. It had par
taken of the hasty meal that had been
prepared for him. Now it was bump
ing along to safety or disaster in the
same boat with the friendless man
who pressed it to his breast.
Sometimes, when the train stopped
for water or coal, discovery seemed
imminent, as the brakemen passed
with their swinging lanterns. Then
No. 9 9 had put the little dog's face
close against his own, and it had
licked his flushed cheek. And the
brakeman had always passed without
discovering them, or at least without
making his discovery known. He be
gan to feel a superstitious regard in
addition to the human affection he
had conceived for the tiny thing in
his arm.
“You’re bringin’ me luck,” he told
it, as the rumble of the train made
speech safe, “an’ luck an’ me wasn’t
never acquainted.”
It was true enough. Luck and he
had been strangers from his youth up.
Opportunity, if she had made her one
vaunted visit, had done so when he
was not at home. He had never been
able to relinquish the legacy of woe,
bequeathed by a father and mother,
whose one kindness to him had been
dying. From a home that was no
home to an asylum no better, to the
streets, to the jail, so were marked
the rungs of the ladder down which
he had climbed.
Now, as he caught whiffs of the
sweet-scented air and the little dog
nestled close in perfect confidence
and love, No. 99 began to put his in
heritance from him. Somewhere in
the world he would find a place where
he could cleanse his hands in honest
work. He talked it over with the lit
tle dog as the train w'ent on its way.
Very soon they would have to leave
their precarious and seek a
safer one, for the dark shadows were
lightening, and dawn would soon
throw a searchlight upon their hiding
place. A vision of green fields came
to him, of homely joys and tasks,
some little place where a man might
work out his own salvation.
“If ’twarn’t fur meetin’ you,” he
said, “I’d be most sorry I made a git
away, fur it’d be so much better not
to have. I was off in six months, an’
—but if they’d gimme a pardon, I
wouldn’t a-missed meetin’ you.”
The train was going a little faster
now, and No. 99 could just begin to
distinguish the objects that they
passed. A few scattered houses here
and there, thrown out like sentinels
to guard the little town, proclaimed
that one was near. Before they
reached it he and the little dog must
quietly drop off, for towns would not
be safe for some time to come. Fie
could imagine the huge placards post
ed at all stations proclaiming the fact
that a desperate criminal was at
large. His close-cropped head would
awaken suspicion, too. The hands of
men would be against him. He must
take care for the sake of the little
dog.
The train was winding around a
bend now, going slowly. Before it
cleared the bend he must be off. He
rubbed his face against his tiny bur
den, and whispered words of comrort.
“Don’t git skeered when I jump
off,” he cautioned. “There ain’t no
danger. I’ve played this game before,
an’ I alius won out. Jist rest in my
arms, safe as—”
There came a roar, a scream, a
crash. When No. 99 opened his eyes
he had a confused view of the lights
of a little town ahead. People were
all about the wrecked train, some of
them shocked, some trying to speak
unconcernedly, as if the little place
were a big one where wrecked trains
were not unusual and the life of a
brakeman or so of no particular im
portance.
“Head-on collision,” one explained
to a newcomer. "Lucky they weren’t
going fast, and that it wasn’t a pas
senger. Just a brakeman killed.”
Peeking about the ruins he un
earthed No. 99, dizzy, shocked, but
not much hurt. He opened his mouth
to speak, but the other spoke first.
“How now, my buck! Got you sure
—I know you by heart—eyes large,
dark —dark skin —scar over forehead
—hum! You tally to a hair. A good
morning’s work,” he laughed to his
companion, putting the handcuffs on.
No. 99 turned to the other, silent,
absorbed, paying no heed to the sher
iff’s jocularity.
“Will you—will you—see,” he said
with a lump in his throat, “if he’s
hurt—that little dog?”
The man nodded and turned away.
In a moment he was back, his fine
face grave and pitying.
“My man,” he said, “the little dog
was- instantly killed. He did not suf
fer.”
No. 99 wrung his manacled hands.
“Oh, take mo back! Take me
back!” he said. —San Francisco Argo
naut.
...He Remembered...
Poets are more apt to be modest
than self-assertive. In his biography
of T. B. Aldrich, Mr. Ferris Greenslet
tells a story of the youth of the poet,
showing that he, for one, believed in
himself. Aldrich had dropped into a
publisher’s office with a copy of verses
in his pocket. The publisher, who
was also the editor of a magazine,
was absent.
The young poet sat down and
waited. Presently his eye fell upon
a memoradum book lying there,
spread out like a morning newspaper,
and almost in spite of himself he
read:
“Don’t forget to see the binder.”
“Don’t forget to mail E. his con
tract.”
“Don’t forget H.’s proofs.”
An inspiration seized upon the
youth. He took a pencil, and at the
tail of this long list of “don’t for
gets” he wrote:
“Don’t forget to accept A.’s poem.”
He left his manuscript on the table
and departed. That afternoon, when
the publisher glanced over his mem
oranda, he was not a little astonished
at the last item, but his sense of hu
mor was so strong that he did accept
the poem, although it required a
strong sense of humor to do that,
and sent the lad a check for it. But
the verses remain to this day un
printed.—Youth’s Companion.
Hazel Nut of the Northwest.
The crop of hazel nuts in Clark
County for this year has been enor
mous. Every bush is laden with nuts
and all the boj : s and girls are storing
large quantities for winter use. One
family has the banner pick of four
bushels of shelled nuts in one day.
That the cultivated hazel nut, or
filbert, is admirably adapted to this
climate has been demonstrated by a
number of growers, among them Jno.
E. Norelius, of Kauffman avenue ex
tension, who has seven acres of trees
in excellent condition. There are 300
trees to the acre, planted ten feet
apart. The culture is profitable to
the grower, as the nuts bring fourteen
and fifteen cents a pound.
The trees bear a few nuts the first
year, the crop increasing yearly until
the ten-year-old trees are bearing
about ten pounds of nuts. At a mar
ket price of fifteen cents, 300 trees
to an acre and ten pounds to the tree,
the net sum of $450 an acre can be
realized.—Vancouver Correspondence
of the Portland Oregonian.
The Plain Facts.
“You appear to have every confi
dence in your husband.”
“Well, he is very truthful. For in
stance, he sent word yesterday that
he was detained downtown.”
“By business, hey?”
“No; by baseball.”—Washington
Herald.
Mournful News.
The peanut crop in North Caro
lina and Virginia, which is usually
8,000,000 bushels, will not be more
than seventy per cent, of that this
year. This is bad news for circus
elephants, ’ monkeys and baseball
fans. —St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
J\TF.nESTI!(fI CASE Of TItKIT.ES*
IDKNT OF THE FARMERS’ UNION.
A few days ago a gentleman related the
case of Mr. J. Matty McMiehael, a promi
nent citizen of Jackson, Ga., and a member
of the Legislature from Butts County.
About four years ago handing his wife a
pair of scissors he dropped them and struck
hig right leg just above the ankle. In a few
duys his leg was so badly swollen and so
very painful he sent for his i hysiciau. and
in spite of all that could be done blood pel
son developed and he was confined to his
bed for more than a year suffering tortures,
ami the case became so desperate he was
brought to Atlanta for his leg to bo ampu
tated. During all of this time it was neces
sary to administer morphine to relieve his
pain, and thrr long continued use of the
morphine produced the habit. His general
system became so thoroughly poisoned with
the drug that it produced a very ser>us
condition of his heart, he would have attacks
with his heart and remain un'-onscious as
long as ten and eleven hours. He could not
leave the morphine off, it was necessary for
him to take as much as three or four grains
every hour dutfng the day. In consuitmg
with his physicians and family as to going to
a Sanitarium to be treated for the morphjne
his physic ians gave him no hope and plain
ly told him and his family that he could hot
be cured, if he attempted to lake treatnrant
he could not live more than a few days, wid
in his present condition he was liable to sie
at any time from one of his attacks with his
heart After the consultation he decided to
go to Dr. W. A. Starnes’ Sanitarium in At
lanta, Ga., which he did. In six weekstoe
left the Sanitarium thoroughly cured of roe
morphine, his general condition was better
than it had been for more than three yet®s.
To-day there isn’t a man in Butts Cosmty
who enjoys any better health, hie weigtrjLis
two hundred and twenty live pounds. The
people of his county were so proud of Bis
cure that they sent him to the Legislature
this past summer.
Mr. McMiehael says: “It shows you that
this disease can be cured if properly treaffiul
and I recommend Dr. W. A. Starnes’ Sani
tarium in Atlanta, Ga., and his methodof
treatment, and I will further state, that any
one who will go to him and foliow his m
structions will be cured.”
Money, confesses .3 New
Press, makes a man wish he had the
brains to make it.
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•tores.
The Fourteen Errors of Life.
The fourteen mistakes of life
Judge Rentoul told the Bartholomew
Club are:
To attempt to set up our own
standard of right and wrong and ex
pect everybody to conform to it.
To try to measure the enjoyment
of others 'by our own.
To expect uniformity of opinion in
this world.
To look for judgment and' experi
ence in youth.
To endeavor to mould all disposi
tions alike.
Not to yield in unimportant trifles.
To look for perfection in our own
actions.
To worry ourselves and others
about what cannot be remedied.
Not to alleviate if we can all that
needs alleviation.
Not to make allowances for the
weaknesses of others.
To consider anything impossible
that we cannot ourselves perform.
To believe only what our finite
minds can grasp.
To live as if the moment, the time,
the day were so important that it
would live forever.
To estimate people toy some outside
quality, for it is that within which
makes the man.—London Evening
Stand ard.
Have we lost something which the
ancients had, asks the Christian Reg
ister, and which shows itself in their
descriptions of a joyous universe?
SECRET WORKER
The Plan Upon Which Coffee Oper
ates.
Coffee is such a secret worker that
it la not suspected as the cause of
sickness or disease, but there is a
very sure way to find out the truth.
A lady in Memphis gives an inter
esting experience her husband had
with coffee. It seems that he hhd
been using it for some time and was
an invalid.
The physician in charge shrewdly
suspected that coffee was the “Worm
at the root of the tree,” and ordered
it discontinued with instructions to
use Postum regularly in its place.
The wife says: “We found that was
the true remedy for his stomach and
heart trouble, and we would have
gladly paid a hundred times the
amount of the doctor’s charge when
we found how wise his judgment was.
“The use of Postum instead of cof
fee was begun about a year ago, and
it has made my husband a strong,
well man. He has gained thirty-five
pounds in that time and his stomach
and heart trouble have all disap
peared.
“The first time I prepared it I did
not boil it long enough, and he said
there was something wrong with it.
Sure enough it did taste very flat, but
the next morning I followed direc
tions carefully, boiling it for fifteen
minutes, and he remarked ‘this is
better than any of the old coffee.’
“We use Postum regularly and
never tire of telling our friends of
the benefit we have received from
leaving off coffee.”
Look for the little book, “The
Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. “There’s
a Reason.”
Ever rend the above letter? A.
new one appears from time to time.
They are genuine, true, and full cf
human interest.