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TEE SILENT CIRIP`PLE,
We sat in the parlor of the little inn.
A. eurious looking cripple who always oc-
oupied a special corner, sitting apart from
the rest, had many times attracted niy
deepest attention. This day my curiosity
mastered me, and turning to my friend,
Wilford Crane, as I indicated the cripple,
I said:
"Who is he, do you know ?"
Yes," was the reply, " that man has
one of the most remarkable histories I
have ever heard, and, as you know, that
is saying something."
It was, indeed, seeing that Crane had
done yeomen service in both the French
and English detective forces, and was
now enjoying a well-earned. retirement,
It was only very occasionally now that
he emerged. from his seclusion to once
more play his role of bloodhound of just-
ice. So it may be readily understood
that my liveliest curiosity was aroused by
Wilford Crane's remark. After a mo-
ment's pause, ho continued :
"I'll Let you have the story this even-
ing by our own fireside ; it is one that I
don't care to give to all the fellows."
Once more the conversation became
general, and I had perforce to possess my-
self in patience till the evening. I could
not resist the temptation to look again.
and again at the " silent cripple " in his
solitary corner. There was an air of
mysterious reserve and habitual restraint
about him that irresistibly fascinatedmy
atteutlon.
That evening, when we were comfort-
ably ensconced, my friend, true to his
promise, said:
e The man you call the ' silent cripple'
was once one of the merriest and most
dashing fellows about Paris. He was in
the Ministry of Public Works. But al-
though in a splendid position he was a
most unaffected man, without a trace of
pride in his composition. He was a thor-
oughly good-hearted, jolly fellow.
I was, therefore, as yen will imagine,
intensely sorry to see him fall hopelessly
in love with a beautiful young girl, who
was ,nixed up with one of the queerest
sets about town. ITer brother I have long
since marked out as a quiotbut dangerous
Anarchist, and the girl herself was being
courted by a man whom I knew to be a
ringleader of these desperadoes. You
see. I had beau giving special attentionto
that sort of gentry, and was only waiting
my opportunity to pounce upon this par-
ticular one.
So I say again, it was with more than
regret drat I saw Emile ..bout succumb
to the fascination of Marie Durand. At
that time I did not know her. I knew
that she was the image of her brother in
feature—so much so that to this day I
believe they -Were twins—and I suppose
that led to the inference that she resem-
bled hint in creed, and was only less dan-
gerous because a woman.
"I warned Emile of his folly, but, of
course, I knew beforehand that it would
be uselees. I diel ib as ems often will do
such things, in order that I might feel I
had done ray duty by him. He seemed to
revel in the delight of rousing his rival's
jealousy to the point of madness.
" The girl positively hated Dcunbovotsk,
her clerk-browed admirer, iu spite of his
hancisonne figure, splendid bearing and
w
undoubted authority over his fellows. It
was a new thing for Dumbovotsk to meet
with open dislike, ancl he set himself,
with all the hulldog determination of his
taciturn nature, to compel Marie's affec-
tion.
"When, however, he saw that Emile
had: not only entered upon a similar cam-
paign, hut had actually carried, at the
first storming, the citadel that had so ob-
stinately held out against him, he was
beside himself with rage and mortifica-
tion
"It was with the merriest joke's and
laughter that Emile told me of the pro -
gra, of his own love -making and the
accompanying growth of his rival's fierce
hatred. He was such a fearless, careless
fellow that he openly enjoyed tormenting
and defying Dumbovotsk, whoun others
were afraid to anuov—even secretly.
" 1 thought that harm would certainly
come of it, and times out of number I
warned him of the risk he was running,
but he always put me off with a laugh.
".For most of the subsequent details of
the story I was indebted to himself and
my .own subsequent investigations, a- I
must confess that on this occasion the
Anarchists had completely outwitted me.
"Marie had for some little while past
been very much distressed by her, broth-
er's strangely preoccupied air. For clays
she had been unable to get anything nrmre•
than monosyllables from him. He seemed
to think of nothing but some sooret, har-
assing trouble. Every one remarked how
ill he looked.. Several times Marie had
artfully inviteclhis confidence, but he had
a quiet, though settled, determination to
hide everything from her.
" Ou many aecasions, too, he had de-
vised little expedients to get her oat of
the way. He had sent her on fictitious
errands and missions in a way that intone
sified her feelings of. apprehension and
alarm.
" Then on one or two occasions she had
arrived home with unexpected quickness,
and surprised him in some oceupaation of
which he had hurriedly removed the
traces, and evidently wanted to keep her
in ignorance.
" Of course, sho had little trouble in
conneeting his uneasiness with the do-
ings of the gang, She knew.just enough.
of her brother's associates and their aims
to make her long that he should east thein
oft forever. But she dared not openly
suggest this to hili.,
So, on. this particular day, when, al-
though he seemed to be worse than ever,
he expressed a determined resolve to go
out in the evening, she, womanlike,
swiftly deckled upon a plan of action,
Her sus inions had begun to assume
p g a
horrible and definite shape. She was re-
solved to'find out everything.
"Inhis tea that afternoon Ernest had
unoonsoiously swallowed a sleeping
draught, which his sister calculated would
amply make up the arrears of rest that
he had been recently aecumulatiug.
" Her plan had been suggested to her
one evening when she was tending him
as he lay in a delirious sleep. In his
mutteriugs she heard hint say : `Le more
est roi,' and from his repetition of this
phrase she swiftly concluded that it must
be the password of the gang. Then oc-
curred to her the daring project of person-
ating her brother.
" She immediately set to work to put
the plan into execution. Having assured
herself that her brother was now thor-
oughly asleep from the effects of the
strong potion, she quickly assumed his
clothes, and then macre her way to the
conspirators' rendezvous. She knew
where they met, from one or two unguard.-
ed utterances made in her hearing. Her
only misgiving was as to whether she had
really secured the password. Otherwise
elle relied on her close resemblance to her
brother, and her unfailing self -command,
to carry her through with the clangorous
undertaking. Reaching her destination,
she found that sho was the first to arrive.
With a trembling lip she whispered, ' Le
wort est roi,' to the old man who opened
the door, and immediately she was led to
the council -room. She thought the old
pian eyed her pitifully as he conducted"
her to the dark and wretched -looking
chamber in which she was to play her
daring part. Presently the others began
to arrive, one by one in quick succession,
until about twenty of the most desperate
rutlians unhung were assembled round
the little fireplace.
"Nobody addressed IVIarie; indeed,
they seemed by common consent to hold
aloof from her. At first she thought they
had discovered her disguise, but soon be-
came confident that there was other cause
for their avoidance. A thousand anxious
fears kept her mind in turmoil, and it re-
quired all her heroic self-control to enable
her to play her role that evening. Had
Ernest proved a traitor to his comrades,
and was this the meeting of the judges to
pass sentence? What was to be his fate,
and when would he die ? These and oth-
er such thoughts coursed through her
brain like fire. Once or twice she invol-
untarily pressed her hands to her temples
to relieve the violent throbbing. Then
with fresh alarm she noticed the looks of
ill -concealed pity on the faces of some of
her companions.
This all passed in a moment. Before
there was time for further thought the
strident tones of Dumbovotsk commanded
attention. At the sound of his voice
Marie shivered with apprehension. There
seemed to be something in the way that
he looked in her direction that boded ill
for her. He plunged at once into busi-
ness and said :
' You all know our object this even-
ing. We needn't waste any words, then.
Ernest Damia ,' he said, turning to the
trembling Marie, ' you understand that
you put your little forget me -not under-
neath the Ministry of Public Works at 11
o'clock to -morrow morning ? Francois
and I will look after you.'
"Instantly Marie's mind flew to the
concealment that her brother hacl been
exercising, the secret preparations in
which she had once or twice surprised
him. Her mind turned sick with fear.
"Dumbovotsk's announcement was re
eeived: in solemn silence, which was
finally broken by one of the ' brothers,'
who• said : •
•" ' But why the Ministry of Public
Works?'
"A low growl of approval greeted this
question. Daimbovotsk looked round
.x ith an angry and contemptuous sneer,
and said :
.' ' Because I cofnmand it. DOGS any
one wish to break his oath ancl—' hero he
broke off with a laughthat sent a shiver
through Marie and made the inen cower
away from him until he stood in solitary
triumph. Again he spoke :
"'ta-entlernen, Durand has to take the
oath. and then our pleasant liable union
may dissolve.'
" Upon this the Men formed a ring by
joining hands, and the hateful leader
himself Ind Marie to the centre. For the
following few moments she was scarcely
conscious of what, took place. The ' breth-
ren' were used to such scenes, so Marie's
helplessness excited no remark. With
somewhat more than usual gentleness for
him, Dumbovotsk placed her in a kneel-
ing posture, with head bent, while he
took up a position priestwise over her.
" Thou the men solemnly incanted
something, of which she could but dimly
remember the words ' brother,,' ' death,'
' oath' and ' glory.' These seared them-
selves like brands upon her confused sen-
ses. Presently she beeam.e aware, that
Dumbovotsk was addressing her. Quite
gently • now—or perhaps insinuatingly
would be a better toren--though With 'an
undertone of malicious triumph in his
voice, he prompted her in :her replies.
She was oonsoious of saying ' yes,' `
' x1o,.' ' yes,' lir a faint whisper ; then her
tormentor raised her from the neer, and
while the gang solemnly said, ` We wit-
ness,' Dumbovotsk handed her a duuixny
bomb, which, at his instruction, sho
kissed. After this he crossed her hands,
took then into his own—she was thank-
ful that she wore her brother's heavy
gloves—whole lie said :
" Ernest Durand, in thisenterprise
we are comrades ; I will not leave you, I
swear,'
' Once more the gang chimed in, ' We
witness,' and thou their captain dismissed
them. Slowly they filed out, casting
looks of evident ill -favor at their dreaded
leader. Marie wont last and lingered in
the shadow of a doorway, while she heard
Dumbovotsk take leave of Francois, with
final wordsof instruction for the morrow.
When she saw the latter hurrying away
homeward sho approached the lingering
eaptain with beating heart, but firm, de-
cided step. He started involuntarily as
she suddenly confronted hint, but speed-
ily recovered himself, saying :.
" `Hallo, Ernest, what is the ques-
tion ?"
" I am not Ernest,' broke forth Marie,
in tones of piteous appeal, ' I am his sis-
ter, and I implore you to spare him. You
only can save him ; I beg my brother's
life ofyou !'
" With a gesture of angry impatience,
Dtunbovotsk turned and hissed :
" ' So I have been tricked by a wilful
jade, have I? Hussy. I tell you your
brother has had his chance. He refused
to help me win you, and this is his pun-
ishment. He shall be the murderer of
the elan he wished to see;his sister marry.
Don't delude yourself that you have saved
him,' he added in a mocking voice. "
myself will go and administer the oath
now. As for you—'
" At this he made a step forward, but
Mario was too quick for him. Plucking
a long knife from her bosom she sprang
at him. The blade flashed in the rays of
a lamp near by, and with a groan the
dreaded captain of the brotherhood sank
lifeless to the ground. She cast one
glance at the body and fled. She ran till
she was breathless; then paused to think.
For a mom"ent leer brain refused to act—
it was a seething mass of wild thoughts
and disconnected pictures. But with a
supreme effort she controlled herself.
}ler decision was instant. She would
warn Emile. A moment more and she
was speeding towards his lodgings.
" Luckily he answered her summons at
once. In a few moments he had heard
her breathless story. For a moment he
was silent, then he said :
" We must run home to Ernest ; per-
haps he is waking, and then—'
"He was afraid to finish the sentence,
a great fear seemed to overcome him.
The picture of a sick man in. the last
stage of mental n.ealeness. and goaded on
by the worst fear, arose before his mind.
" Together they flew off, Marie experi-
encing some relief in the strong hand. -
clasp of her:7over. Reaching bonne. they
ran straight to Ernest's room. For a
moment they paused in the doorway,
their faces blanched with fear. Upon
their horrified gaze broke the spectacle of
Ernest sitting up rn bed and toying with
a bomb. His hair was dishevelled, his
eyes were almost bursting from their
socket in wild delirium. As he cauught
sight of them he shrieked out :
"' The oath; the oath; I kiss, see, I
kiss !'
"Then he kissed the deadly toy as Ma-
rio had kissed the shell in the ceremony.
Breaking from Emile at this moment, she
rushed forward to pluck the shell from
her brother's trembling hands, crying:
" ' The bomb—then this is what you
have been hiding from me, Ernest !'
" Before she could reach hien he fell
back with a groan, and let his plaything
fall with a crash at her feet. There was
a sickening explosion a confused mur-
mur, as of many waters, and Emile knew
no more until he awoke in the street, to
find some anxious friends bending over
him and watching for signs of returning
life. He found that sweetheart and
brother wore dead, that in one brief mo-
ment the happiness had faded. from his
life.
" From that day to this he and I have
been the only persons acquainted with
the true story of that explosion. And
from thentillnow he has remained silent,
living, as .silent and exclusive as a her-
mit."
THE BONDS OF CUSTOM.
".Yann Yann !"
` Excellency."
"Here."
With bowed headand drawing one foot
after; the other slowly along the ground,
as if to show great humility, the favorite
huntsman of Prince Horostieuko, entered
the arbor where his illustrious master
was wont to repose after eating.
" Approach, son of a dog, and listen."
Yann Barsouck came nearer and bent
forward until his face touched his mase
tee's boot.
" Are you always sure of your hand and
your sight ?"
"God help mo, yes, excellency."
" Well, you are to wander away from
the castle, as is your habit. You must
pretend to have lost your way. At night-
fall enter the garden secretly, and jump-
ing the hedge conceal yourself in yonder
clump of bushes, which is directly in
front of the window of the blue salon."
" Yes, excellency."
The salon is sure to be lighted. There
you will see the Princess and Ocunt Aroma
Iharagine. Watch".well, When you see
me enter the room raise your gun and aim
at the Count,
Drawn up in his rustle chair, his fade
more wrinkled and distorted than eve/
before, the old Prinee spoke authoritative-
ly. His gaze was intently fixed upon his
huntsman in whose features noo other
sentiment was. discernible save thatof
servile obedience. He continued :
•"Aim at the Count, but do not shoot at
once. Before you blow out his brains I
wish to snake him understand thea ho is
to die."
Yes, excellency."'
" Therefore you will stand, your finger
on the trigger, until 1 let fall a handker
chief, which I shall carry in my hand.
'then, Yana, shoot and hit your mark.
You understand?"
" Yes, exoellenoy."
" Go."
Yann eves more than a man—he was a
brute, Whence he came, no one knew.
From Lithuania, perhaps, judging from
his name—the only words he could speak
when they found him., a tiny babe, under
a bush on the high -road that crossed
Prince Horostienko's estates. They left
him to grow up in the courtyard among
the servants and grooms. For his daily
nourishment he depondectupon the ohariby
of the peasants and seutllions, '
At sixteen he had made a bow, with
which he could bring down all the apples
and pears he wanted. Never once did ho
miss his aim.
One day the Prince saw Yann's arrow
pierce the blossom of a bergamot tree, and
he commanded him to be brought before
him.: The servant who led Yann to his
excellency trembled. But his excellency
was in a good humor. He contented
himself with giving the, culprit fifteen.
lashes ; after which he sent to the head
huntsman, with orders that he Was to
have a uniform and a gun.
Yann retained an agreeable remain
brance of his master's clemency; he wish-
ed to show that he was grateful ; besides,
shooting was his ruling passion.
His skill surpassed that of all the most
renowned marksmen of his time. At
forty paces he could send a bullet directly
through the eye of an otter without the
slightest injury to the fur. Then he
would silently deposit the dead beast at
his master's feet. Being repaid with a
simple "Well done," Yann would return
to his thatched hut, surly and taciturn,
without• even a glance at the group of
maidens, who, with petticoats daintily
tucked up, washed their linen in the
river..
He never spoke to anyone. The peas-
ants held hien in awe. Evil stories were
current about him.. They may have been
true. For Yann there was but one law—
the word of his master; but one love—
that for his gun.
When the evening tea had been drunk
the Prince, -making a pretext of having
some orders to give, took leave of the
Count, his only guest that clay, and, hav-
ing kissed his wife's hand, withdrew to
his own apartment.
A half hour later ho went down into
the garden.
There everything spoke of love. Op-
pressed by the heat of the clay, the plants
and flowers had blossomed once more into
life, filling the air with their heavy frag-
ance. The fire -flies floated like bright
emeralds on the night breeze to where
their mates awaited them under the thick
leaves. In the grass the crickets sang
softly to their love mates of an hour.
The Prince took a circuitous route, and
reb.rrned on the grass,so that his foot-
step' might not bo heard. Drawing aside
the heavy leaves of an elder tree " Are
you there? Very well. Remember the
signal, and fire at once ! In the Count's
eye, Yann—like the otter's."
"Yes, excellency.",
W k*
Certainly the poor Princess had strug-
gled conscientiously to resist the ardent
supplications of Alexis Petrovitch. But
he was twenty-five ancl she was only
twenty.
The grave caresses of her husband sug-
gested to the Princess what the infinite
joys of young love might be, with its di-
vine intoxication, its ardent embraces.
Never yet had she given her lips un-
askocl to her husband. Must sho always
submit to his almost paternal kisses ?
And what promises she react in the eyes
of Alexis 1
The Princess did not stop to analyze
either her preferences or her aversions';
she loved Alexis, that was enough. Love
at twen.by has a spark of divinity in it ;
it does not even care to understand it-
self:
Ono day Alexis swore to the Princess
that he would only put his lips to the
hem of her gown, but, carried on by the
torrent of his youthful love, he kissed
her. passionately. She fled to her favorite
blue salon," which she never allowed any-
one to "enter. There she, perniitted•, the
°cunt to join her.
After that they sat there whenever
they were alone together.
So it was that, seated on a divan op-
posite the long window, the Princess saw
kneeling before him who was not yet her
lover, but to whom she .felt already, that
she entirely belonged.
" Alt', my life, how I love you!" he was
saying.
His arms were about her. Drawing
her closer to him he sought her lips. She
was uneasy, and trade as if she would re-
lease herself, when, suddenly conquered
by the convulsion which rent her heart,
she closed her eyes, and her lips met his:
Yann Barsouck watched. Before those
two young creatures rapt in an ecstasy of
love he smiled,
This love, what was it? A pit, auto
which elan led woman ; and she ran to it
blindly, careless of her fate.
Yanur understood this love. No one
could imitate as he could the moaning
love -lamentations of the otter to his urate.
How many had he shot, to save then/
from their "doom," as he expressed it,
Meanwhile, his eyes fixed on the Coons,
Yann silently levelled his carbine.
Inflamed by the long, voiiuptnous em-
brace and moved by the. strength' of his
passion, Alexis arose. Little by little he
pressed closer against him the slight form
lying so unresisting in his arms. With
his impatient fingers he tore aside the
silk :folds of her gown,
But the Princess stood erect. The
adorable modesty of her gesture, the look
of amazement in her eyes, accompanied
by so much love, so much fear, reminded
Alexis of his promise, Falling once more
upon his knees, respectfully, reverently,
he laid his lips to the here of her gown.
Barsouck saw all, even the look of mad
passion with which the Princess thanked
him a hundred fold for the sacrifice she
now imposed on hint.. '_
A veil ; was suddenly torn away from
the soul of the brute. His savage nature
was elsetrifled by the ray of understand-
ing which penetrated his very heart. ft
was a new idea—exquisite, elevating—
that of a woman's modesty.
Now he understood pure love.
As Alexis rose front his knees, the
Prince entered. .Certain of satiating his
hatred, gloating over the horror into
which his unexpected entrance had
thrown them, the Prince advanced de-
liberately toward the lovers, who stood
erembling before bm. He went oautious-
ly, like a caterpillar creeping under the
petals of a flower.
Alexis throw himself in front of the
Princess. But, quickly disengaging her-
self, the woman boldly confessed all.
Then, with a superb audacity, she stood
staring in her husband's face.
Old Horostienko was beside himself
with rage. Grasping the handkerchief
which was to serve as signal to Barsouck,
ho threw it, with the force of a blow, in
his wife's face.
Surprised to see the Count still erect,'
he turned toward the window—and fell,
shot through the eye.
Like the otters !
A CURIOUS COINCIDENCE.
Horsewhipped Because he Resembled a
Chicago Man.
" Say, now, let me tell you something,"
said the drummer, who'd been looking in
his pocket dictionary for the last ten
minutes to find the word "respiratory,"
over which there" was a dispute.
Everybody was willing he should tell
all he knew, and he closed the hook and
continued :
"It was simply a coincidence. In other
words, I resemble a Chicago pian so elose-
lythat the young woman made a mis-
take."
" And precipitated herself and welcom-
ed you home, of course," growled the old
man with the Queen Anne chin.
"Not that evening, oldrnan ! She was
a young woman who was looking to pre-
cipitate a row, and I may add that she
was successful. Don't all speak at once,
but I'm the 'unknown man' who got
horsewhipped on State street, Chicago, in
July, 1892. It may have slipped your
memory, but I haven't forgot any of the
particulars yet."
" Horsewhipped by a young woman,
eh ?" queried the metallic paint agent as
he put on a knowing look.
" Say, now, renins tell you how it was.
It was one on me, of course, but it all
came about through my being so stylish
and good-looking, you know. Cashier of
a bank made love to a beautiful girl ancl
won her heart. Her father failed in biz
and the cashier threw her over. Her love
turned' to hate and she yearned for re-
venge. She heard 11e was shining up to
another girl, and she determined to take
hint down a peg or two. The evening I
arrived in. Chicago was the date she had
set for the little affair. I put up at the
Tremont, and after supper took a walk."
"This heart -broken, revengeful girl
expected to find the recreant cashier with
a lady, of course!" cackled the paint man.
" Of course, and I was with a lady—my
wife, you know. Yes, my wife used to
travel with me then. We were taking a
little stroll and the street was pretty elear
of pedestrians, when a young woman
overtook us. I hadn't caught sight of her
yet when she out with a rawhide and be-
gan to dust my jacket. I don't deny that
it was a real surprise party. I was once
picked up by a Texas steer, but the sur-
prise wasn't equal to this oocasion."
" Did she say anything ?" asked the
man with the Queen: Anne chin.
" Say, now, femme tell you that she
did! She had au exclamation • for every
cut. She called ane a 'heartless villain,'
a 'perfidious• wretch' and a dozen other
things which didn't hit my character and
conctuce, and that rawhide kept after me
like a swarm of bumble bees chasing a
farmer's hired man. I got one lick on
the neck which lasted over a month. Ohl
she meant business, she did!"
" And the lady with you ?" •
" The lady with me ! Say, now, lomine
tell you that my wife ran into a doorway
and yelled 'murder !' and that's what
broughb the police to my rescue. I was
that surprised I couldn't even holler. Just
about the time a cop grabbed the girl sho
discovered that she had made a great mis-
take, and she felt so cunt up about it that
I really pitied her. Of course I had to ac-
cept her apologies, and say it was all
right, but I couldn't keep my feet still
while cloing it."
" And, of course, your wife accepted
her apologies ?" queried the glue factory
drummer, who had been holding his
breath.
"Say; now. lennme tell you that she
didn't !" replied, the victim. "There's
where such mistakes do a power o' harm.
It. was all perfectly proper and as straight
as a string, and yet my wife wouldn't
speak to me for a month, and is holding
the 'coincidence' over my head yet."
"Do we understand," said the paint
man after two minutes of silence, "do we
understand that the mistaken young wo-
man also apologized to your wife ?"
" Say, now, lemme tell you some-
thing," petulantly exclaimed the coin-
cidence chap as he got up to leave the
smoker.
" All right, g
o ahead."
" It has just watered to me that she
didn't apologize, but I'm not gcinng: to
raise.any row about it, and if you forlorn
think yourselves so awfully smart just go
aheacl and swap lies and get off shale.
jokes, and pat each other on the back fort
Smart' Alecks ! Say, now, lemma tell
you I've got through, and the Whole gang
of you eau go to grass arxd nubble for foch
der."
A 1?eonliar Bridge. •
Itis claimed that a recently completect
bridge over the scull, branch of the Chi-
cano leivor is the only one of its kind in
existence, incl it is certainly a radical de-
parture from common methods, the prina
oiple upon, which it works being that of
raising or lowering a 'window, • bOn either
bank raises a tower of iron lattice -work
191 feet high. The bridge, 89 feet in
span and' weighing 300 tons, extends be-
tween thein, its ends fitting into grooves..
It is fitted with oounter•weights, cables
and pulleys, all of which are governed by
a 70 -horse -Trower steam engine. - When
the bridge ento be opened the 'engineer
throws off the balance, and the bridge
rises smoothly and horizontally in its
grooves, lial.ting at a height of 155 feet.
is probable that so ingenious a struct-
ureis by I10 Means the last of its kind, as.
its advantages in certain situations are
self-evident. -
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EVERY DRINKING 1'LiN
Who stops to think the clatter over will
admit that he would be better off without
it. He knows where it will all end some
day. -
WE COULD FILL VOLUMES
With the story of the Gold Cure, and the.
happiness it has brought into 150.000•
homes during the past twelve years.
TIIE CORRECT THING :NOW
Is for men to take the Gold Cure as soon.
as they find they cannot abstain from the.
use of liquor without discomfort,
WHY SUFFER DISCOMFORT
In. the effort to regain the mastery, when:
for a comparatively small sum the ten-
dency can be absolutely eradicated.
OUR TREATMENT NEVER, FAILS
To effect the purpose intended, without,
shock to the system, or leaving the slight-
est after ill-effects. That is our record.
LAKEHURST SANITARIUM
Is the oldest and best of the kind in Can-
ada. Beautifully situated on the shores.
of Lake Ontario. Just the place for a few
week's rest.
OAKVILLE, ONTARIO,
Where the Sanitarium is located, is mid
way between Toronto and Hamilton, on
the Grand Trunk Railway,
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