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The Wingham Times, 1912-02-08, Page 7THE WING11AM TIMES, FEBRUARY 8, 11)12 y The GIRL By BAR®LB MacGRATH Copyright, 1909, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company ieiters purported to have been written py me were forgeries. Tonight I shall leave this palace a free man, and you !shall ask pardon for the wrong you have done me." There was no fear In the voice. The Auks glared at the speaker somberly, recalling what Herbeek had often said. "What you say still remains to be proved. Now, what Is at the bottom of all this?"'was the demand. Hans crossed the room to the duke's desk and spread out his treasures un- der the flickering candlelight. The duke, with a cry of terror, sprang to- ward the secret drawer. His first thought was that the shoes and cloak, upon which only his eyes ever rested now, had been • stolen. Nothing was missing. He was overwhelmed, but he 'steadied himself. He came back to the desk and fingered the locket. The duke opened the locket, looked long and steadfastly at the portrait and shut it. Then he went to the drawer again and returned with the counter- parts. He laid them side by side. The likeness was perfect in all details. "Carmichael," he said, "will you please help me? Do I see these things or do I not? And if I do which is mine, and what does this signify?" Grumbach answered: "This, high- ness. 1• took these from the little prin- cess with my own hands. They have never been out of my keeping. Those you have I know nothing about." The duke rubbed his eyes. "My daughter?" "The Princess Hildegarde is not your daughter, highness," said Hans. "Gott!" The duke smote the desk in despair. "Herbeck! I must send for flerbecl:!" "Not yet, highness; later." "But if not Hildegarde— I believe ;i must be growing mad!" ' "Patience, your highness," said Car- :michael. "Patience!" wearily. "You say pa- •tience when my heart is dying inside my breast! Patience! Who, -then, is this woman I have called my child?' "God knows, highness!" Hans stood ;bowed before this parental agony. ' "But what proof have you that she 4s_not? What proof, I say?" "Would there be two lockets, high - mess?" 1 "More proof than this will be need- ed. Produce It." "Speak," said Hans to the gypsy. "Highness," said the gypsy, bowing, mho speaks truly. He came with us. For fear that the little highness might be recognized as we traveled, we . He her clothen .chap ed took them, s ;together with the locket. One day the .soldiers appeared in the distance. We all fled. We . lost the little highness, and none of us ever knew what be- came of her. ¶Dire wore the costume of my own child: ea." "We shall produce that in time," said Von Arnsberg. "Damnable wretch!" said the duke, addressing the gypsy. The other shrugged. He had been promised immunity. That was all he (bared about unless it was the bag of 'jiver and gold this old clock mender 1 d given him a few hours gone. "I am summoning her highness," bald the duke as he struck the belL ,!'And, hbghness)." added (Aeumbeeh, SEVERE COLD lDEVELOPED INTO PNEUMONIA DOCTOR SAID HE WOULD NOT LIVE. Next to consumption there are more deaths from pneumonia than from any ,other lung trouble. . There is only one way to prevent 'pneumonia, and that is to cure the cold 'just as soon as it appears. Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup will do this quiEitty and effectively. Mr. Hugh Mccodr ste rhazY Sask.. . ;writes:—" My little boy took a very severe ;cold, and it developed into pneumonia. Tie doctor said he would not live. I got ,some of your Dr. Wood's Noiway Pine Syrup and he began to improve right away. He is now a strong, healthy child, and shows fro• signs of it coming back." Do not be talked intotitfyingg anyoth Norway Pine Syrup, but insist on getting the original "Dr. Wood's." It is ptit tip in a yellow wrapper; three pine trees the ?rade mirk; price, 25 cents. Manufactured only by The T. Milburn aCo., Liutfted, Toronto, Ont. •(Ii•.t),t'••h .01„ ,., t. r1), r;r01••I4•11 who 1: 44 tit. Rrnuel,te I iii• ."n..• jli; 41'hill 1111es she 11 14 All. 1 relnonlher. ,Ila is ev;u naq with her lu4huoas. 1 sII:UI seed tut thew hath' I,reteheae t'arnlb lufa!'s bewil(ier- nrent the rett�wl. 11'114) pfnre had the game girl in this tragedy? "Now, while we are waiting," re- sumed the duke, his agitation soare- what under eoutrol, "the proof, the definite proof!" "Her highness stumbled one night," said Hans, "nud fell upon the fire. 1 snatched her back, but not before her left arta was badly burned." The gypsy nodded. "1 saw it, high- ness." And that was why Grumbach went to the military bail with opera glasses! Carmichael was round eyed. But Gretchen? "The Princess Hildegarde has no scar upon either arm," continued Grumbach. "I have seen them. They are without a single flaw." . "More than that," reiterated the duke. "That is not enough." They becatne silent. Now and then one or the other stirred. The duke never took his eyes oft the door through which her highness would en- ter. Hildegarde came in presently, tender with mercy, an arm supporting Gretch- en, who was red eyed and white. "You sent for us. father?" How the word pierced the duke's heart! "Yes, my child," he answered, for, it mattered not who she was, be had grown to love her. "I am sorry you sent for Gretchen," said Hildegarde. "She is ill." Gretchen sighed. To her the faces of the men were indistinct, and, be- sides, she was without interest, list- less, drooped. "My child, will you roll up your left sleeve?" said the duke. "My sleeve!" Hildegarde thought- fully looked around. "I cannot roll up this sleeve, fa- ther," blushing and a trifle angry at so strange a request. Hans opened his knife and laid bare her left arm. She tried to cover the arm. "Let me look at it, Hildegarde," re- quested the duke. To him she pre- sented her arm. But there was neither mole nor scar upon the round and love- ly arm. "Why do you do this, father?" No one answered. Hans unceremo- niously ripped open Gretchen's left sleeve. The ragged scar was visible to them all. And while they grouped ground the astonished goose girl they heard her highness cry out with sur- prise. "What Is this?' she said, pointing to the two pairs of shoes and the two cloaks, She held up the locket, the twin of which bung around her neck. O'Where did these come from?" "My child," the duke answered, un- ashamed of his tears, "only God knows as yet what it means. But the outward sign testifies to a strange and 'terrible blunder. The locket you hold your hand was taken from you When you were an infant. The one yon wear around your neck is, accord- ing to the statement of one of these men, not genuine." "And the significance?' She grew tall, and the torn sleeve fell away from her arm. "I know you to be brave. Strength- en your heart then. These man say that you are not my daughter." "And that Gretchen is!" spoke Hans. "I?" Gretchen drew closer to Hilde- garde. The duke studied the portrait of the mother and then the faces of these two girls. Both possessed a resemblance, only it seemed now that Gretchen was nearest to the portrait and Hildegarde nearest to the doubt. -You say she wore the costume of a gypsy child when you lost her?" said the duke. "Veit" Von Araaberg'took from un- der his coat a small bundle, which he opened with shaking Angers. He had been In the Krumerweg that afternoon. "Why, those are mine!" exclaimed Gretchen excitedly. "You see?" said Von Arnaberg. "Would you not like to be a princess, Gretchen?" A princess! "Gsetchen's heart flut- tered. A princess! She laid her head •s shoulder. She ttvas ' ld . nr s d Ht de on eg weak. acid this was some dream. . "Kut who, then, am 1Y' asked Hilde- garde., "Tell what you knew," said $anti to the gypsy. "Highness, he alone knOWs the man who brought about all this." "The atcbplotter of toff damnable consplretcyt" The duke's eyes became alive, his face, his whole body: 111very beat of his heart cried out for'venge- ance. "Who is he? Tell mei Olive •Miff tet 'ind, man. and all of you shall go free. Give him into these hands. Sia names" The duke's Minds worked convulsively as if they were already round the throat t# this unseen, 1v hildt*LIPPW, wlea terrible ib this moment. The gypsy produced a letter. It had to be held carefully, as it was old and tattered. The duke read It. Beyond that It made the original offer it was worthless. The handwriting was pal- pably disguised. The duke flung the ruiesive to the floor. "Fool! Is that all you have? Tell me what you know, man, or 1 shall have you shot in the morning, immuni- ty or no immunity! Quickl" "Highness," said the gypsy, thor- oughly alarmed, "this is how It hap- pened, My band was staying at the time in Dreiberg. We told fortunes and exhibited an Italian puppet show. The letter came first. 1 was poor and sometimes desperate. i was to take her away and leave her with strange People." "Ab!" interrupted thr duke, with a despairing gesture toward (11.11111111101. "W liy did you not leave ' Ile dTl in peace?" "Highness, a great wrong has been done, and God brought me her to right it." "You are a brave man," darkly. "I am in your hands, highness," stur- dily. "In a mad moment 1 committed a crime. 1 would not accept till I had talked personally with him. He came at last. His face was hidden and his voice muffled. But this 1 saw—when he gave me the first half of the money I was certain 1 should know him again." "How?" "By his little finger, highness." "His little finger?" Von Arnsberg re- peated. The two women, large eyed and be- wildered, clung to each other's hand tensely. These were heartbreaking times. Gretchen's mind, however, ab- sorbed nothing, neither the words nor the picture. Her thoughts revolved around one thing—if she were a prin- cess she could be happy. But the oth- er, from under whose feet all tangible substances seemed to be giving way, she was possessed by two thoughts which surged in ber brain like com- batants. If nota princess. what was she? If not a princess, she was free. She stole a swift glance at Carmichael, who seemed far removed from the heart of this black business, and had he been looking at her he would have seen the gates opening into Eden. "What was this little finger like?' asked the duke, shuddering. "One time it had been cut or mangled." "The man was tall?" "Yes , high. ness." The duke si- lently toyed with the little yellow shoes. Suddenly be laughed, but it was the terri- ble laughter of a madman. "Come, all— y o u , Gretchen, and you, Hildegarde; come, Carmi- chael, and you, Arnsberg, all of youl Let us go and pay a visit to our good friend Herbeck." "THE MAN WAS TALL?" CHAPTER ICVIL A LITTLE LUNGE% THE king of Jugendheit, Prince Ludwig and the chancellor sat in the form of a triangle. Her - beck was making a pyramid of 'his linger tips, sometimes touching his chin with his thumbs. His face was cheerful. His royal highness, still in the guise of a mountaineer, sat stiffly in his chair, the expression on his face hard- ly translatable; that on the king's not at all. He was dressed in the brilliant uniform of a colonel in the Prussian uhlans, an honor conferred upon him recently by King William. Prior to his advent into the grand duchy o1, Blhrensteln he had been to Berlin. A whim for which he was now grateful had cozened him into carrying this uniform along with him on his adven- tures. It was only after he met Gretchen that there came moments when he forgot he was a king. He was pale. From hour to hour his heart seemed to grow colder and small- er and harder, till It now rested in his breast with the heaviness of a stone, out of which life and the care of living had been squeezed. He rarely spoke, leaving the burden of the conversation to rest upon his uncle's tongue. "So your royal highness will under- stand," said Herbeck, "that it was the simplest move 1 could make and the safest. Were it known or had it been known this morning that the king of Jugendbeit and the prince 'regent bad entered Dreiberg In disguise and had been lodged in .the Stelnschloss there would have been a serious riot in the city. So 1 had you arrested as sties. Presently a closed carriage will convey you to the frontier and the unfortu- nate incident will be ended. And when you cross the frontier it Would be wise to disperse the troops waiting there for you." Prince Ludwig smiled. "It was only an ar►ny of defense. The duke bad Dearly 20,O06 leen at the AinneiiVers. I have no desire for war;, but on the other hand, I am aleraysready for it.' "There will never be any war be- tween us." prophetically. "The duke grows impatient at times, but I can al- ways rouse his sense of justice. You will, of course, pardon the move 1 made, There will be no publicity. There will be no newspaper Notoriety. for the journalists will know nothing oC what has really, happened." "For that cansldAratiol your excel, tenet has my deepest thanks," replied Prince Ludwig. "1 thought it best to let you go with- out Seeing the duke. The meeting be - 1 eliA.r,sntA1KLQ.4&ttltriV "- ...... "That else is thoughtful of your ex- cellency," said the king, "I have no desire to see or speak to his highness." "There is, however, one favor 1 Should like to ask," said the prince. "Can 1 grant it?" "Easily. 1 wish to letrve a sum of money Intrust to be paid to oue Gretchen Schwarz, who lives in the Krlimertveg. She is atnbitious to be- come ti singer. Let nothing stand be- tween her and her desires." "0 ranted " The heart of the king at the sound of that sear name suddenly expanded end stioc(t him. The stiffness weut out of Ids shoulders. "Ah, this little world of ours! The nits:eke•s and futile schemes the make upon It:" The ettrtncellor dallied with els quill Ileo. "It was a cynical move et trite that your majesty should see tee geese girl first." "Enough!" .cried the king vehement- ly. "Let us have no more retrospec lion. if you please. Moreover, I shall be obliged to you if you will sumtnon at once the carriage which is to take us to the frontier. The situation has been amicably and satisfactorily ex- piaincd. 1 see no reason why we should be detained any longer." "Nor 1," added Prince Ludwig. "I nm rather weary of these tatters. 1 should even like a bath." The three of them were immediately attracted by a singular noise in the corridor. The door swung in violently, crashing against the wall and shiver- ing into atoms the Venetian mirror. The king, the prince and the chancellor were instantly upon their feet. The king clutched the back of his chair with a grip of iron. Gretchen? Her highness? What was Gretchen doing here? Ah, could be have flown! The duke came In first, and he wait- ed till the others were inside. Then he shut the door with lesser violence and rushed over to the chancellor. "Herbeek, you villain!" The chancellor stared at the gypsy, at Von Arnsberg, at Grumbach. "Herbeck, you black scoundrel!" cried the duke. "Can you realize how .1 difficult it is not to take you by the throat and strangle you here and ndw?" ''He Is mad!" said Herbeck, bracing himself against the desk. "Yes. I am mad, but it is the sane madness of a terribly wronged man. Come here, you gypsy!" The duke seized Herbeck's hand and pressed it down fiercely on the desk. "Look at that and tell me if it is not the hand of a Judas!" "That. is the hand, highness," said the gypsy without hesitation. The duke flung the band aside. As he did so something snapped in Her - beck's brain, though at that instant tie was not conscious of it. "It was you—you! It was your band that wrecked my life—yours! Al, is there such villainy? Are such men born and do they live? My wife dead. my own heart broken. Arnsberg ruin- ed and disgraced! And these two cbit- dren, which is mine? Villain. what have you to say? What was your pur- pose?" How many years. thought Herbeck, had he been preparing for this mo- ment? How long had he been steeling his heart against this very scene? Fu- tile dream! He drew himself together with a supreme effort. He would face this hour as he had always planned to face It. Pound out. lie -looked c at his linger. touched it with an impersonal curiosity. He bad forgotten all about such a possibility. A little finger to have stopped the wheel of so great n scheme: irony! "Your highness." be said, his voice soft and strangely clear. "I have been waiting for this hour. So 1 am found out: iiow little we know what God Intends:" **You sneak of God? You blaspheme!" "Bear with me for n space. I shall not hold you long." "But why? What have I done to you that you should wreck all I hold dear?" Herbeck fumbled with his collar. "1 -have practically goverued this ccuntry for sixteen years. In that time I have made it prosperous and happy. I have given you a substantial treasury, I have made you an army. 1 have brought peace where you would have brought war. To tny people God will witness thnt I have done my duty as 1 saw it. One day 1 fell the victim of a mad dream. And to think that I almost won!" "And 1?" said Ililclegarde. her hands clinched and pressed ngulust tier bos- om. "Whitt have you done to uie. who atm Innocent of any wrong? What have you done to the?" "You. my child? I have -y.ronged you greatest of all. The wrong 1 have done to you is irreparable. Ah, have not my arms hungered for the touch of you, my' heart nebed for the longing of yon? 'l'o see you day after day, always humble before you, always stud to kiss the back of your hand: Have 1 not lived in hell. your high- ness':" turning to the duke. "What aft 1. aid who am i?" whis- pered I1ittlegarde, her heart almost erasing to heat. "1 ata your father!". The Grand Duke of Ehrenstein be• held the chaneellur with that phase of astonishment w•It1ch leave's the mind unclouded. Whitt It project! What a tnlud to conceive it. to perfect it down to so small a detail as tt jeweler's mark In the gold of the locket! And a 111111 finger to betray It. In a flash he saw vividly all this men had undergone day by day. unfaltering. unhesitant, forgetting nothiug, remetubering every thing but the one In—Significant iter; which was to overthrow him. Prince Ludwig took off his hat. "Iler- beck, you are a great politician.' "No, prince," replied Herbeck With TAKINO THE CURE. Graphic Pen Picture of Carlsbad and Its Dyspeptics. MUD BATHS AND VILE WATER The Victims Drink Often and Drink Deep ,and Absorb With the Evil Brew Large Doses of Misery—An Un- pleasant and Costly Road to Health. A city shaped like a cup, a cup con- taining hot water. The sides of the city are clothed with pines, and in the hollow lie the waters where the dys- peptics of the world foregather to driuk and to be bealed. They desire to be freed from excess of fat, from yel- low skins, from pains that catch one in the small of the back and from the stiff joints that follow hard upon the pleasures of the too abundant board. In Carlsbad you drink often and drink deep. Drinking is your main occupation. Your drinking glass is strapped over your shoulders as you wander, sipping from spring to spring as assiduously as any one bee, but you do not get honey. Your misery begins at 6. At 6 o'clock they call you, and you are expected to be shaved and decent before you face the world of waters and of miserable sinners at 7 o'clock. If you had not been n miserable sinner, too, you would not be here, but you have done those things you ought not to have done and you have left undone those things you ought to have done, and your penalty is Carlsbad. So you take your place at the end of a queue 300 dyspeptics long and wish you were dead. You very nearly are, for no "morning tea" sustains you; they forbid that; it is strictly against the late. You take your turn at the "Spru- del" spring uncomforted by the cook. 1 Everything contributes to your misery. A German close behind you Is tread- ing on your heels and breathing loudly down your neck, and a gentleman in a curious top hat is conducting an or- chestra with intent to make you merry. Ile fails. You hate him. And' every moment you draw nearer to the "Spru- del" spring. It leaps from the bowels of the earth toward the roof of the colonnade shrouded in its own steam, and a girl in waterproof overalls cutches you a glassful by means of a long pole. Then you retire to a corner with the evil brew and try to drink it. It tastes of dead rats—hot ones, long dead. Your character may be divined by your method of dealing with it. It may be faced as one faces a pet beverage, "with an air," or it may be dallied with in sips—or thrown away. lt.may beat you altogether, but this is rare. The hardened dyspeptic who does his year- ly "cure" has a trick with a little glass pipe. He is imitated by the wise. Aft- er the first fell glass you hurry to the little glass pipe stall and buy a little glass pipe for your very own, and half nn hour later you brace yourself to- gether for the second dose. If you have sinned deeply you may be order- ed even three, but probably you will be let off with two goes of "Sprudel" and oue of something lighter. An hour afterward you may have inadequate meal An t sour milk one Ei e f e u r egg and a browny roll that would baf- fle a dentist. During the morning you will be required to undergo a bath, possibly of mud, reeking•with curative properties and very expensive—as ex- pensive as the lunch you would like to have afterward if they would let you. Even as it stands your mockery of a meal, fruit. rice and a bit of a boiled bird climbs up to a total hither- to unassocinted with such elementary insufficiencies. At 4 o'clock you drink more water. At 10 the long day closes with a Dual gulp, and the dinner inter- vening is beneath the dignity of words —of any words. Sixty thousand of the sorrowful sub- ject themselves to these penalties year- ly every summer. But in spite of the 60,000 you will probably be a lonely soul in Carlsbad. Its dietetic system does not make for sociability or mirth. But as the days go by thePink hues of health begin i n to return to your cheek, your color ceases to be drab and your temper becomes less vile. You find you can tolerate your fellow man with some degree of courtesy even when he breathes down your neck and clears his throat' in the region of your ear. There is Tess of Hamlet about you and more of Puck, for your days are ordered now more in conformity with nature's plan and your reward is an equability that le foreign to the life of broken laws in the place from whence you came. For two or three weeks this quickening process will develop and continue until in the exuberance of health you return to your land. When you are not here Carlsbad puts its shutters up and goes away to cure itself of the tedium of having cured you, and by the time it has finished with you its coffers are quite com- fortably stocked against a holiday, for you were not a "cureguest" for noth- Ing. Still su were cured, and a cure is always heap. But on the whole 1 have been cheaper it� Would P perhaps 1! you had kept the taw.—London Mail. (To be continued.) Interesting Spots. • 1 suppose," says the lady next door, "that you saw many really wonderful places while you were abroad." "Yes, indeed," replies the returned traveler. "1 tbink the most shivery of them all, however, was the cntacerners In Rome. 1 have the nightmare about It yet."-,Tudge. NO whip cute so deeply as the lash of conscience. --Proverb. -, HM111111110IPI III IIIIll1111111111111111111111111IIIIIIIIII IIIIIu1nim 90ofl of • �IIIL-Rm,nillnw�aonl,miµ!I„,,.I 11110), 111111111111111I1, ll�l1 Aver etableR.teparationforAs- similating theTood andlleg ula- Ling the Stomachs and.Bowels of Promotes"Digestion,Cheerful- ness andRest.Contains neither Opium,Morphine nor Mineral. 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Hort, are t., found almost as s ,cc;cs of 1n•;t:nt•,:, flowers, not on_y taoso t Alps, Pyrenees, Carnath.aus, 1..e Can cases and the L':iii:�.:s, LAI, even iron faruft Himalaya. 1..ie ea.on Done -i% ed the idea in 1...?, but it was ..ot 101,3 that has 1.ruj •et uec•.1n._ c tive. In th latter year Lie c,.intua::, „f Thuile gaveli.u1 rue lana.—Lv.,d ,.,, is:u11�. Waters !.eft Ey the Delude. The Des,rt de Curlittc, in t1m Pyre. acre, cies yrr li1,bUJ feet above 11•• s, a, contains no less than sixty lakes of varying sizes. These, according to iut'il trauition, were left at tdc time of the flood. 1Vh. n rho waters su-�• sided it appears that Noah and has family landed on. the Puy de Prigu_, one of the highest peaks in the dis- tri:t. Convincing proof of the truth of this tradition is found in an iron riirg to which, the peasants declare, the ark was moored when the landing was effected. What He Missed. Emdee—That last case has made me miss the big dinner this evening to the distiinguished Dr. Jay. It's too late now. His Wife—Never mind, dear; the speeches will be published. Emdee—Yes, but the; dinner won't. The Difference. "So that distinguished looking lady is your wife, eh?" 'No. I'm that distinguished -looking lady's husband." Pleased at Last. "Was your last mistress satisfied with you?" Servant—Well,. she said she was well pleased when I left. i Brainy Ants. Ants have larger brains in propor- tion to the size of their bodies than any other living creatures. What the Death'Mask Shows. The value of aP laster cast as a por- trait of the dead or living face cannot for a moment be questioned. It must of necessity be absolutely true to na- ture. It cannot flatter; it cannot cart• cature. It shows the subject as he was or is, not only as others saw him in the actual flesh. but as he saw him- self. And in the case of the death mask particolariy it shows the sub- ject often as he permitted no one but himself to see himself. He does not pose; he does not "try to look pleas- ant" In his mask be is seen, as it were. with his mask of. An Itemized Bill. The departing guest, according to a writer in the London Opinion, scrub• nized his bill and exclaimed, "Look here. you charge for writing paper and I hnven't used n scrap all the time i've been here!" The Proprietor—Ah, pardon. ufsienr. It Is for the paper on which your bill Is made out. The Origin of "Booze." The Turks snake a liquor from bar- ley which is railed booza and which, tilt Weigh fermented, is not prohibited like wine. bec'anse It gives beat and strength to the (Indy of Mostetrl war- riors :Intl goes for hunger. Excess in drinking It hrings tm gout and dropsy. •-Evlin Effendi, '"l't•avtls," An Old Family. [It`-'iilsv liellacour claims to belong to a very old fntnlly. She—Weil, she's justified. There are six of those girl* and the youngest of them must be al least thirty-five.—Exchange. , Chest Pains of Bronchitis TT is the tendency of every cold to develop into bronchitis, consump- tion or some foram of lung trouble, Bronchitis is most dreaded, because it has a tendency to become chronic and return again and again, until till patient becomes worn out. If the cough is dry and hard; H there is pain, soreness or tightness in the chest; if breathing is difficult and causes pain in the chest, you have every reason to suppose that you have bronchitis and should promptly -begin the use of Dr. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine. Cough mixtures that may help an ordinary cold have no effect on bron- chitis and asthma, but Dr. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine has won its enviable reputation on account of its wonderful success in curing these ailments. 25 cents a bottle, at all dealers, or Edmanson Bates & Co., Limited, Toronto. DO YOU KNOW? That to wipe all dust from your win- dows and rub them with a cloth dipped in vinegar, will produce a high polish on the glass. Starch should be mixed with soapy water, for thus the linen will have a more glossy appearance and be less likely to stick to the iron. Moisten grease spots with cold water and soda before scrubbing, as this will cause them to be more easily removed. Good black ink, mixed with the white of an egg, is excellent to restore the color to black kid gloves or shoes. Any kind of steamed bread will be tastier if it is baked ten or fifteen minutes immediately on being taken from the steamer and before being re- moved from the mold. If new cake tins are put on top of the stove until they have a bluish color, but not until they become burn- ed, cake will not stick to them during the baking, as it usually does to new tins. THE POOR DYSPEPTIC Suffers Untold Agony After Every Meal. Nearly everything that enters a weak, dyspeptic stomach acts as an irritant; hence the difficulty of effecting a cure. • Burdock Blood Bitters will relieve all the distressing symptoms of dyspepsia and in a short time effect a cure. Mrs. F. C. Gross, Berlin, Ont., writes: —" I have been troubled with my stomach for the last seven years and tried all kinds o f medicine for it,but none of them ever cured me, for as soon as 1 would quit using any of their, the same old trouble would come back. Last fail I was ad- vised to try Burdock BIood Bitters, which I did, and used four bottles, and now feel so strong I can do all my house work nicely and can eat eltuost anything with- out it affecting me iii any way. "Our boy is also using it; he always complained of pain in his stomach and all over, like theamatisnt, and at the age of ten had to stay home from school. He hasn't quite used two bottles yet and is feeling good, can attend school regularly and eats heartily," B.B.B. is manufactured only by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, 'Toronto, Ont.