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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1903-03-27, Page 39 Agricultural CoUege for Ithe Northwest Territories 2 gi4te, /rip -eit- J 'r ' ade, frcheta,. 14471 delf."c"-;0-tuy-61/ 4/1"-eirrief:44> l/a4flM!14 L Itchdret'hre"t'df"eMdhcC6htarhkleht dirder,hrd'Ohneh{ereder`:b,,,"2entil,haredt'"`QFtdenivl 6 "1 d Lilyr �k a' Y ose'fit 1 , agger A TALE Oil WOMAN'S LOVE AND WOMAN'S P „ 1DY eta,;,e geleeeseelieeeeeilleeeeeareeePaegteekbeetrele "No, he will not ask me again," she said, and she was forcing her- self to tell him all that occurred on the bridge, when the major started to his feet. "You don't mean to say that you Were harsh to him, Elaine ? Good heavens! Such an offer ! • Such a match! You needn't have offended bice. I"—he put his h'at straight with his 'usual carefulness — "I wouldn't have had it happen for M h© world. Look here; I'm going dawn to the club," Elaine put out her hand, and laid • Lt softly. on his arm. "leapa1 . Ila looked down at her with an evasive, troubled look on his hand- some, selfish face. " Papa, it would. be no use. Do not, dear." ,'Hcy colored. Don't do what? It's all very well, my dear, but I can't afford to lose a friend like Sherwin. whey"—his face realer ned—"lie's—he's been awfully useful to me." She understood, and her hand drgp- ped. Her face dropped too, and she hid the shame ,turning in it with her hands. D , not," slie said again. "It would the no use. I—I could never, never marry •• him, dear." But the major had gone, and she heard his step, unusually hurried and hrnv,t'. au he ,liaised through the room to the hall. CHAPTER Iv. • The marquis, remained for some minute,' in the attitude in which Elaine had seen him, then, wittlout a glance even up the hill, walked slowly toward the house. The grounds .were of extreme beauty, and as carefully kept up as if their lordly owner spent most of his time at the Castle, instead of a fogy, days now and again. The grass of the lawns was like vel-_ vet ; there was not a weed ou the smooth gravel paths. Here and there, as he neared the house, a statue of snowy marble gleamed whitely in the twilight, made dusky by the trees. At the further end of the grounds there opened out a wide, expanse of park, dotted b.ere and there by noble trees, uuder which the deer flitted Puke shadows. Presently he passed round one of the bends in the winding path, and came in sight of the house, looming ghost-like against the background of elms and firs. As he did so, the slight figure of a woman came down the path towarcl him. He did not see her, for lie was walking along slowly and thoughtfully, his eyes bent on the ground, but she Saw him. and quick as thought slip- ped asifto into the shadows of the bushes. elle had a dark silk shawl or scarf thrown over her head, wtihich, as the night was warm, must have been more for concealment than warmth, and tram under the dark raids her face shone almost white. Her hair was red, and her eyes, aa they *etched the approaching marquis with feline keenness, took to themselves a greenish hue. It was the young lady whom Bridget had declared she could not beat', Miss Inchley, the housekeep- er's niece. The inarqufs ,!Sassed her unsuspect- ingly, and avoiding the front of the Louse—along which stretched a wide White terrace, ,broken in the centre by the steps leading to the front }nail—made his way to a small tower at the .side. He stopped at a door ;wreathed Ln ivy, and, taking a key from bis pocket, unlocked it. If he bad reached the door a minute or two earlier be would have met Miss Inchle,y emerging from it, notwith- standing that the entrance was sup- posed to be reserved exclusively i'or the marlufs, who imagined that ho ,alone held the key. The base of the tower was not of great extent, and wa,s unlighted ; but Ithe marquis was too familiar with the place to need a 'light, and, as- cending ashort flight of stops, passed into a semi -circular hall. It was not auite dark here, for a glimmer of light Issued from an opening at the end of which was tthe great centrad hall ; and the mar J 3 � q si a.itt,.ia.A..,O ,� ..��a.�►n �T,a�a.a B,a4, guts was proceeding thither, when suiddenLy a soft (breath of music came floating downwards, and filled the silence with a weird yet soothing harmony. He stopped and listened with down- cast head for a minute, then' turned to a rather narrow" stairway—it was the private approach to the picture gallery, at the end of which were placed his own apartments—and went up it quietly. As he did so the music sounded nearer. It proceeded from an organ under a large oriel window. The thick pile of the carpet which covered the floor of the gallery deadened the marquis' foot- steps, and he went up to the organ, and stood. leaning; against it and looking clown at the player. He was a young man. with a thin, emaciated face, which, like his body, seemed worn by pain and suffering; but, pale and wan as it was, the face -as beautiful in its expression of peaceful calm, as if patience had set her real upon his brow, anti smoothed. with pitying hand- the tender, quiv- ering; lips. The hair, black as night, fell back from the white forehead in thick long curls that swept the thin Cheeks and increased the pallor of the face. He made no. sign of consciousness as the marquis approached, and the soft grey eyes which had been fixed upon the window did not turn or waver. He had not heard the marquis, and he had not seen him, for he was blind. The long, thin fingers touched the keys softly, caressingly, for a few minutes longer, and the music con- tinued to float like a cloud of sound through the rna.gnificent gallery; but presently the ,marquis sighed, and in an instant the eupple fingers stif- fened Into motionlessness, and, with- out turning, his head, the player said: "Nairne!" It was only a single word, but the tone in which it was uttered spoke volumes. There was the humility of gratitude, the warmth of love, the tenderness of sympathy. "Yes, it's I, Luigi," said the mar- quis. "Your ears are quick." "And yet I did not hear you coma in," said the player in a slow, low voice, like that of one more ac- customed to silence than speech. "It was only when I heard you speak--" "I didn't speak," said the ruarquis with a half smile. "You sighed," said the other quick. ly, though softly, "and that is en- ough for me. Shall I leave off'play- ing ?" 1\o," said the marquis; "go on, What is it ?" Luigi shrugged his shoulders. "A nothing," he said gently, and began to play again. The marquis remained motionless for a minute or two, then he began to walk to and fro, and this time Luigi heard his steps, and stopped playing. "What is the natter, Nairne?" he asked; The marquis pulled up short be- side him, and laughed grimly. "Nothing more than usual," be said. "One of my black fits; that is all." "That is all !" echoed Luigi, with a soft lenthening of the words rath- er than a sigh. "What is it ? Can you telt me ? .:1,h, I am always forgetting our bargain—my prom- ise." "Bargain ! promise?" repeated the marquis.i The other nodded and pressed clown a sof t - chord. "Yes. You may have forgotten—lt would be like you, Nalrue !—but I have not. I remember, always; and often the remembrance keeps me si- lent when I know by the tone of your voice that you are troubled. Why" —he went on slowly, lingeringly, as if he were communing with himself rather than addressing another—"as I was playing Just now before you came in, I• was thinking of that day you found are. I was seeing, plainer than I ever peen anything, or shall ever see anything"—thex'e was no complaint in his voice, but a quiet, serene patience and resignation—"the dark and grimy room, and myself ly- ing there; the most wretched thing in all that wretchedness. They said I • TH-E RIGHT PAINT TO PAINT RIGHT Sixty one years ago we made the best paint we knew how—knowledge and experience have been adding value to it ever since—it's the best aint we knew how to make now. And just a little better than the best. Write us, mentioning Ole paper, for booklet showing how soste beauti. ful homes are painted with Ranisay's Paiute. A. RRAIIJSAY & SON, Paint makers, eaotiTRZAL. ate1, 18g3, kirlf0 was ill of the fever, did they not,. Nairne? Nolle of us like to use the true word, starvation. It le such en ugly word, is it not ? But it was that of which I was dying. And then yeel came., I heard yoga' step on the stair, and i i thought it was that of the landlord—the landlord who. had given Inc notice that morning, to pay MY, rent or—' He stopped a moment, in which the marquis a, lues said quietly: "That wilt do, Luigi." • But the other wept on, still as if to himself "I think Death must have been sorely disappointed. It was ouch a near thing, was it not? But you are so strong, Nairne. Even Death must own itself vanquished by that iron will of yours, and yon snatched me out of his clutches. I thou.ght at the time that it was scarcely worth the trouble. T should still think so, but that I hag the fancy to me that my poor music sometinlors pleases soothes you ; and it is all 1 have, Nairne, with Which to express mygratitude T Ltr 17 andlovethe non g de for tl T who saved life, and—ah, yes, made it worth living. So you were not satisfied with snatching me from death. Most men would have been ; but not you, not you, Nairne.. You. knew that even death would have been kinder than the existence I had been leading, and you made the life that had been a hell a Para - "Tut 1" said the marquis. "I got an organist—a musician—on cheap and easy terms, you mean." • Luigi smiled. "Yes, that is the way you put it when tite world asks you ' wonder- ingly why you hamper yourself with the poor blind Italian, who shonll have been satisfied with being saved from starvation, ,and - not repaid his benefactor, so poorly- by hanging on to hint for the rest of kis. life ! That Is the way you put it, is it not ? And it is like you. ;rind the world is deceived. Ab, Nairne. the world is blinder eveu than Luigi Zanti. 1''oor world :" Ile touched the keys, and flooded the gallery with a sound of gentle derision and pity.: "•Ent the bargain—the promise," he went o'1. 'You forget. It was that I should never trouble you. Whatever I heard, Whet - ever I say—with these fingers of mine, which seen to have eyes- some- times 1—I was to ask no questions. And so, though I hear you sigh, I must be silent, Nairne; must be sil- ent. though I'll give--" He laughed softly, with self -scorn. "Why, what leave I to give? My life? That is youre already! But I'd give it over and over again to lift tho burden, whatever it may be. from those strong shoulders, from that kind heart of sours, leberne 1" fihe 'marquis looked down at the pale, upturned face with a frown. "Luigi," fro said, as if by -some im- pulse, "did you ever see—" He stop - CROSS BABIES Some babies appear always ugly tempered. It cau't be all original sin either, not in your baby anyway. Your baby is not a erose baby for nothing. He is cross because he is uncomfortable. A difference like magic is effected by Baby's Own Tablets. They do immediate and permanent good; they cannot pos- Aitly do any harm. No trouble; no •spilling ; no .difficulty getting them into baby'.s mouth ; for very young infante they can be crumbled to a powder or given in water. They are swept and children like them. No ndtaer has ever used Baby's Own Tablete without finding that they do good for children of all ages. Mrs. M. Watters, Sheenboro, ,Cane., ,says: . "I have used many rnediednes for lit- ; tie ones but have never found any- ' thing equal to Baby's Own Tablets, 1 d u:1ply would not be without them 1 irtf Y;ne house, and I strongly recom- mend them to all other mothers." Baby's Own Tablets cure ail the ' minor ailments of little onus, and you have a positive guarantee that they contain no optate or barmfuldrng, Sold by alt druggists or mailed post paid at 2:1 cents a box by writing di- ' rest to the Dr. W',illiazne Medicine Co., Brockville, Dut. ped and bit' his lip at his slip of the tongue; but the other smiled. "Go on ; see what ?" "I meant that picture of bfurillo's in the Vatican ; I mean the girl with the lilies?" "I know," said the blind man soft- ly. "They call it `Tire Lily and the Lilies.' " "Yes, that Is it; and yet it's a bad name for it. There is so nisch of the rose and the passion flower in her. I saw hes this evening, Luigi; here in the park Her eyes looked at mo as they look out of the picture; shy, yet brave, sweet eyes, with the innocent wonder of a girl, the half- ce•llseions witchery of woman, In thein." "A young Englis1i girl ?" said the blind mall mritingl3 "yo beautiful?' The marquis laughed grimly. "Beautiful.? I hate the word. It means just nothing ; a doll's face and a simper. I tell you this girl—" He stopped with compressed lips, as if he repented what he had said. "And you saw her for the first time, and here ?" said Luigi, with Intense yet unobtrusive interest and eagerness: "And it is her beauty, her witchery, that makes yo•u sad, is that so ?" Ho smiled. "Perhaps it is the sadness that Domes before joy; the sigh that preludes the smile." 'Pretty, but vague," said the drar- quss tme•rima•n ly.?" "You mean—what do 7011 The blind ma.n touched the keys caressingly, and n. love lyric began to throb round and about theta. "They say, Nairne," lie said, "that for every sonl born into the world some other Is sent to mate with it. Perhaps—don't be angry —you have ntndght ? et yotr.r other soul here, and to The mnrqu:i;s frown'ecl, and thrust - ling his hands into his pockets said sternly;: iTo be Continued.) Not iii His Iriiii`, "What f,s his etc.tus in this coin- mtutitty, if I *nay a.sk'1" "Hc ain't got none that I ever heia.rd on, He run a, grocery for a While down to tIle Corners, but if Ile over had any .statue there 'twe.'nt kept out in sight where anybody could see SIGNS OF SPRING It Is aseason. When Most People Feel Miserable, Easily Tired anal Faggefl, Out Mhe spring season ,affects the Health of almost everyone—of course in' different ways. With some • it is a feeling of weariness after slight exertion ; others are afflicted with Pimples and skin eruptions. Fickle appelack- lustreiteyesaare other signs that the blood is clogged with impurities and Must have assistance to regain .its health -.giving properties. This is the season above all others When everyone --young :and old -need a tonic to 'brace them up, and• the best tonic medical science has dis- covered is Dr. Williams', Pink Pills. These pills tone the nerves and fill the veins with new, pure, rich, red blood. Tha.t'e why they give you a healthy sppetite and cure all blood and nerve diseases—anaemia, skin hilseases, erysipelas, rheumatism, neu- ralgia, palpitation of the heart, and ar seorci o, collar troublescaused by bad blood and bad blood alone, Dr. Williams Pink fills will give you new blood, now 'dii • new energy— you cannot do better than start taking them to -day. • Mr. Jos, •Poirier, M. P. P., Grand Anse, N. L•'., says: " .Cott] my wife and daughter have been greatly benefited by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, My daughter was in very poor health, pole, thin and apparently bloodless, but through the use of the pills .,s1ie has regained her health and is again able to enjoy life. .1 think Dr. Wil- liams' Pink Pills is the best medicine when tile, blood is pour." Substitutes are sometimes of.ered. i ut they never euro. If you can't get the genuine pills from your dealer, send direct to the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont., and they will be nailed at •50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50. 'The ;difficulties that beset new settlers in the Northwest Territor- ies in the natter of adapting their ways to local agricultural condi- tions will shortly be overcome by the establishment, at Regina, by private intervention, of an agri- cultural college and experlment sta- tion. The necessary funds have been provided to en.sure the work for a couple of years, and an efficient staff is being engaged to eover a series of three months' courses In the seven main branches of prac- tical agriculture, under the man- aging directorship of W. H. Coard, LL.D., of the Dominion Department of Agriculture. The fee for the short course will be SID, and Dr. Coard wilt leave Ottawa for the west on the 22nd of March to "spy out the land" and arrange for the commencement of active educa- tional 9perations. The staff will comprise professore of agriculture, chemistry, veterin- ary science, dairying, horticulture and natural history and anatomy ; a lecturer of Domestic Science and cookery, and a bursar and librar- ian. Dr. Coard will hold the professor- ship of agriculture and the lecture- ship of entomology; and the name of the other professors and lectur- ers will be announced during Dr. Coard's visit to the west. The syl- labus will be issued shortly and the short course will present excep- tional opportunities to farmers' sons, as well as new, settlers, to re- ceive an agricultural training of a practical character. The college is being established under substantial patronage, and, vs'hile not being in- augurated by either Federal or Provincial Legislatures, will re- ceive the educational support of boldo. Onion Cures. Tae idea of an onion cure may not ot.rike the fancy of the aesthetic ; however, the experience of those whc have tried it is that it works won - dens in restoring a cold -racked eys- teni to its normal state again, gay e the ii1iuneapolis Mimes. There are three kinds of doses in the onion cure, or three onion cures, res you may choose to put it. Oue is a diet of onions. The other is onion plasters. And the third Is onion Syrup. It is claimed by those who believe in the onion more that a bad cold can be broken up if the patient will stay. in door:; and feed on a liberal diet of onions. It need not bo an exclusive diet but a liberal one. For instance, an onion cure break - lash includes a poached egg on toast, three tablespoonfuls of fried onloni ' and a cup of coffee. Luncheon of sandwiches, made of Boston brown bread, buttered and filled with fine- ly -chopped , ;raw onions, seasoned with salt and pauper, makes the second meal on the schedule. For supper, the onions may be fried as for brenkfiist, and eaten with a choly and a baked potato. +Phi strange efficacy of onions is wen known to the wingers of Italy and Spain, Who eat then every day to improve the quality of their voices and keep them emooth. • Onion plastere, also: prescribed to break up herd coughs. They are made of fried onions placed between two piece,' of old muslin. The plan tetnig• ht.is kept quite hot until the pa tient is snugly in bed, when It in placed on the chest, to stay over Onion Oyritp is a -lose that main be bought of any druggist, and is claimed by some to he unequaled as Lb cure fora bad colli in the chest. All this .is probably quite true. For to be done up yv1Lh oxiions, both in- ohle and out, would be enough, cer- tainly, to mhaSe out ally self' -respect - Ing colli. A Word of Caution. "Yes, doctor, I want to see you, It's about my wife. She's got Some- thing in het 'throat that' hurts her just as soon as She gets to talking, She's coming over to Dee yotl her- self. And teou'11 be very careful, won't ,yea ?" "About removing it ?" "No. About not removing it." Cleveland Plain Dealer, Somehow. A funny girl is never so popular as a funny noun,—Detroit Journal. HOW RAT=CATCdERS = DO THEIR WORK. t ,It is '.thee city rat-catcher, and he tlsf cabling to his little lerown beastst They know hes whistle, from Char- ing ing Crotss to Iiishopega'tte W.ithoutt It the hoe hi ,tl> Is whistle t of death. As he passes along the lligbways of the city the rats of the restaurants, the slats of the warehouses, the rats of the factories, the rats of the shops beam the death whistle calling them,. It has called away their mothers, Their fathers have followed it. Their tirothere and tasters were enticed by it. Their wives and their sweet- hearte and their children could not resist it. That weird, wailing whis- tle is the Sheath of death, and the world of rase who raven on the re- fuse of the city knave the ;piping of the piper. There ' no is escaping it. He knowsall ,th'eir' haunts. He has routed them dawn by the river in the warehouses t]uat hide the wharves. He has fol- lowed them into the great hotelis an the embankment, where the best chefs of Europe cater for them. He hag tracked then] into the drain pipes of the husiness places of the city princes. He bas whistled their friends away from the basements of the shops in the Strand. His whistle hoe leen heard in every court and alley round Cheapsiale. And he knows their little waysk They cannot deceive him. He knows how fast they breed. A litter of five at three montage old, A litter of six- teen when they ate full grown, and fresh families eight times a year.. Fattening on the food refuse of Lon- don, they would ixreed a population that would eat up the city were it not for that terrible piper and his whistle. He • comes to -night. He knocks at the little side door of a great and famous restaurant. It is opened sil- ently, and now Iris whistle stops; and he steps noiselessly into the spa- cious room which still smells of the day's dinner. It is pitch dark ; but out of one of those white -covered bundles he pulls a bull's-eye lant- ern, which he fastens to his belt, Then he slips off the white clothes, revealing two great cages and a roll of nettling. Across doors and passages he pins these nets, and then, gazing about the room with the glar- ing eyeball .of the lantern, waits sil- ently; and mo'tionians, with the white hazel rod dipped towards the floor. Hark! What is that ? The patter of tiny feet at the far end of the room. Then a little shrill squeak, followed by silence. For ten seconds nothing stirs. Then the patter of feet begins again softly at first, but followed by ct. scurrying and a hurry- ing. Louder and louder grows the noise. There is a scrambling and a tumbling, a bumping and a jumping, with boards creaking and furniture rocking, pots jangling, and pans banging, and there is a whispering and a muttering, a snapping and yapping, and squeaking and shriek- ing. Then the bull's eye flashes round the room, .shedding its rays upon a mass of struggling, wriggling crea- tures. Rats! Out of every, corner and cranny they swarm noisily, hungrily, frenziedly,. "Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny, rate;, • Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny, rats, Grave old plodders, gay young frisk- ers, , Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens." Ugh ! A horrid, creepy, crawly, Sight. The ground heaves with them. Thele panting breath fills the room with a gasping, gurgling noise. Their obscene, vermin -tortured bodies ex- hale a sickening, stifling stench. The beady, eyes of this squirming mass of hairy flesh gleam wlldlye, feverishly, ferociously. They are ,starving. All day long they have hidden in their !roles, sniff- ing with the exquisite agony of hun- gry smell those luscious meats which go to feed the greedy human crea- tures, who invite them not to the feast.. With palpitating nostrils pressed against tho wainscotting, they have smelt those fragrant odors and listened to the chatter of footled', frivolous people, who have dilly-dallied and shilly-shallied with good food which those rats could have tagu:ght them how to eat. With gnawing stomach Pains they have been compelled to listen to the idle gossip of the day, the latest murder case discussed over mutton cutlets and potatoes, a flirtation carried on from the clear soup to the coffee, a business bargaie struck between resist beef and jani roll. And all the while—the irony of it !—these rats of the restaurant have had to wait, hungry and unsatisfied, while the in- terlopers have fed. • I ti !, 1 But nary, ail—the time bas conte' The refuse of the restaurant still smells good, and though there is eat enough for all it is worth the fight - fug for, And now begins such a rushing and r pushlng, such a biting and soratt:liing, sueli .a tumbling and worrying, such a yelping and squeaking, that It might be a body of demons let loose in this London slio,p. Suddenly, there is a new, strange. noise. A whistle rings through the room—a wild, wailing whistle, fol- lowed by a strange, throbbing, rile- piing cry. ' It is the raft -catcher, arid 'the little brown beasts are struck 'with the panic of death. Screeching anti' scratching, they stampede towarde the doors and passages, but only, to hurl themselves against ,the piipereet nets, into which they tumble head- long, up•able to get out again. In twos and sixes and dozens and scores thee rats scamper into the trap. And the; main with the hazel wand, ouddenlyi Oh -firing from his stillness, darts. ,the round the room,whipping' � rata' w p'P g out of corners and from behind potty amd away from the, walla, driving` them towards his nets, with that shrill whistle and that strange, beast -like cry.. It is a nightmare—this tall, white- faced man, alone in the great, dark room., flashing his lantern hither and thither, onild the squealing, squirm ing vermin, whipping them with hash white wand, and leaping and dodging as if in some devil -dance, while all,.: the time his ear -piercing notes ring' out exultanely. • When the dawn comes, and the thin,, black -garbed man steps out, wi'ttti blinking eyes, into the grey light of the streets, he walks no longer jaunt. Sly, but staggers under a, heavy bur- den. For the cages beneath th!e white cloth are filled with a writhing mass of living creatures, a solid block of rats piled epee eachother's backs, and detstined for sale at fonrpenee apiece to the dog -fanciers of Shore- ditch. where the city rat-catcher, disposes of the "bag" resulting from his nightly hunting.—London D2ai1. • BALD HEADS. The Pessimistic Views of' an Old Tonsorial Artist. The Old Barber was is a gloomy, mood. He was talking about bald heads. "Hair may disappear alto- gether after a while,' he saki, "and in that event barbers will have less to do than they have nowt It will force the barbers out of busi- ness. From tine way I look at it men are largely responsible for be- ing baldheaded. They do not take proper care of their head covering. Long hair Is one of the worst things in the world. No man can keep his scalp thoroughly clean and wear tang hair. It the scalp is not kept clean the hair will be- come unhealthy. It will finally die. Besides, it requires more nourish- ment for a long hair than it does for a short one. "Men starve their hair to death. Hairs must be fed and nourished like any other part of the human System. 'here is a quantity of oti in a little bulb at the root of each Mair, and it is upon this substance that the hair feeds. The oil oozes out into the opening in the hair. I suppose the heat of the body, forces this oily substance up through the hollow: of :the hair, very much like the heat of the at- mosphere forces the fluid sip in a tthermometer. At any rate, it is forced up and often oozes out the end of the hair. Barbers have re- sorted to singeing in order to keep this oil in the hair. Singeing closes the hollow, seals it, and the oil is absorbed by the hair. If 'th'e hair is allo'w;ed to grow to any great! length there is not enough' on to properly feed it. lit becomes dry, and finally dies. It cracks open the splits in two separate parts. This process continues until a man, be- comes bald, often prematurely. and he never knows just how, tt all hlaPpenO. ' t 1. "There is another thing to be ewe."There sidered In this connection. The ten- sion, of llfe is high now, and men are more feverish thaa t'h'ey used to be. T ils condition has a serious effect on a man's hair, tending fila ' deaden it, and it falls . out. Be. , tween these influences, and dtheke which might be enumerated, band h'ead's have been accumulating at ant alarming ra,te, and unless tate men begin to 'think more of these things the comb and brush will not be needed In the average household, and the barber will simply close up his shop, and the time may not be so far oft either. It may not come in, my time, of course. butt I on nett mistaken about the tendency. The number of bald heads already in ex- istence will bear me out in all I have saki''—New Orleans Tim es - Democrat. Pains in Chest the Danger gnal That Tells of Appro©aching Pneumonia or Serious Luang Trouble—Prevent Further Trouble by Using Dr. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine. When it hurts to cough, when coughing or a long breath causes pain, or a feeling of soreness in the chest, when the linings of the throat and bronchial tubers feel raw; and sore, when you feel that the cold which y oti expected to weal away is getting the better of you, turn to Dr, Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Tarp etn:tine, and yoa will get prompt relief awed cure. • Mr. Jahn Clakik, Coachman, fort Rope, Ont., writes: "Being exposed to ail sorts of weather I frequently catch card. Last winiter I wa,s so bad with a cold! I Could not speak above a w•he per, and had groat pains in the chest. At lash I feared It would de- velop into consumption if I diel not sucened In getting proper treatment. "A frienis1 advised me to try 1)r. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and'Alur- pentine, and I began to Improve be- fore; 1 had taken haat a bottle, One bottle cured my cold, which, I be- lieve, would have proven very serious iter had not used this medicine." Mrs. F. Dwyer, of Chesterville, says: "My little girl, of three years, had an attack of bronchial pneu- monia. My husband and I .though she was going to leave the world, as her ease resisted the doctors' treatment,. I bought a bottle of Dr. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine trate our popular clruggist, W. O. Bolster. At- tar the first two or three closes the obild began to get b<ttee, and we tiro thankful to snv Is all right to -day after several weeks' sickness." ,r10 0, prompt cure for croup, bron- chitis, whooping cough, asthma and all throne and lung aftectious, Dr,. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Tur- pentine is wonderfully effective. It is not a more' rough mixture, but a. thorough nevi far-reaching Inrdlrime w.hielt ants on the whole iteet('m, and drivers ant fisdrnr, i1 rents a bot- tle; family a,iye (three times' aloe much) 60 eent5, at all dealers, or Ethan l3 ttrs & Co,, 't'nvarII0,