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honeymoon Is on ihe want when hubby quits taking wilie everywhere he goes. Sucessful. "Is he a very successful surgeon?' "Very. Nearly all of his patients live long enough to pay their bills." For SUMMER HEADACHES Hicks' CAPt'DINE Is the best remedyno matter wuat causes them?whether from the heat, sitting In draughts, feverish condition, ?tc. 10c.. 25c and 50c per bottle at medicine stores. Adv. Advice From an Acquaintance. "Now, if I can get some acquant ance to indorse my note?" "Better try some stranger." TO DRIVE OUT MALARIA AND BL'ILD I P TIIE RTRTEM Take the Old Standard GROVKS TASTKLBSg CU1LL TONIC. Tou know what you are taking The formula Is pl&lnlv printed on every buttle showing It tsslmply quinine and Iron in a tasteless form. !ui$ the mint effectual form. Ji'or grows people and children. Ml cents. Adv. Its Cause. "Why do they want corporal pun inshment restored in the schools?" "To whip the young idea into shape." Important to mornors Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy fo: Infants and children, and see that it T Slpnatureof In Use For Over 30 Years. Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria ProiCting Valuable Interests. "Why do charge bo much extra for putting in a >ad of coal?" "Well," replied .ve dealer, "you know coal Is coal, ana -hile it costs a little more, it is better i have any body that handles it bondeo " A Household Remedy. Which works from outside, t '-IE3TOL (Chest Ointment) will ri 'eve quickly croup, coughs, colds, p eumonia and all affections of chest nd throat Use freely and RUB! R" 3! RUB! Now sold by all medicine d- tiers. Should be in every home. Bur* 11 A Dunn Co., Mfrs., Charlotte, N. C. A v. Good Job. "Now. Johnny," said the teacher after she had explained the meaning of the word. "I wish you would write a sentence containing defeat." * V 1-1-1- U.4.J Alter a struggle wuiui iaeieu iui about twenty minutes Johnny announced that he was ready to be heard. "Please read your composition," the teacher directed. When you git shoes dat's too tite," Johuny read, "it's hard on de feet." ECZEMA SPREAD OVER BODY R. F. D. No. 1, Lewlsburg, Ky.?"Fifteen years ago I was badly affected with eczema upon my scalp first, then It spiead all over my body and continued to grow worse for four years. It began with a dry rash. After forming thick scales or scabs the irritation forced me to scratch the scabs ofT and the hair would come out with them. Upon my face and body the sores would get inflamed and they disfigured my face. It was worse where my clothes irritated them. The eruption was a yellowish watery kind, sometimes bloody, in warm weather it was so bad I was not able to work on account of the raw irritating sores on my head and body. "After trying various medicines "without relief I tried Cuticura Soap and Ointment. After using four cakes of Cuticura Soap and four boxes of Cuticura Ointment and one bottle of the Resolvent I was entirely sound and well and have been for eleven years." (Signed) W. H. Williams, Mar. 19. 1912. Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of each free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post-card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston." Adr. Lost Trousers Playing Poker. William Verne appeared in a Detroit police court attired in a dress coat and some underwear?he had bet the trousers in a poker game the evening before and lost. His cash, his watch and his diamonds preceded the trousers into the "bank." The trousers were of good quality, so William bet ^ ? VI..* .kin. /%? tkam Put hia ?ever?i uiut tut^s uu tuvui. luck didn't turn and when he was cleaned out again he broke up the game by quitting. He begged the loan of the trousers to go home In. but the bank took no risks and declined. So William Btarted in dress coat and underwear and was arrested. \ j To let malaria de| velop unchecked in ^ your system is not k only to "flirt with death," but to place ^ a burden on the 8 joy of living. vS) You can prevent malaria by redo- y > larly takiiut n dore of OXIDINE* Keep a bottle in the medicine A v chest and keep yourself well. \ r ^ OXfDJVF it told by all drutli?l? . under the ttrict guarantee that if the ,A ^ fir?l bott/r dw? not brnrfit vou. rc- % turn the rmyty bottle fo tbr dni/*ii I ' ^ ?eho told if. and rrcriee THB FULL ^ ^ PURCHASE PRICE. W % A SPLENDID TONIC ^ a ? ' V K WOMAN'* IN SfNC NEW YORK.?Near the summitof a sloping street at Ossinlng 1b a house whose bow window looks almost directly downward at thti little, evil, blackbarred apertures that make the windows of Sing Sing prison, an ugly clutter of tall-chimneyed buildings half way up the hill. In that window a slender, middle-aged woman has kept a tireless vigil for years?her eyes forever directed toward the prison Deiow. save ror buuu iew hours as she may have to engage herself In household duties and now and then a walk on the country roads she Is always watching the prison, writeB Stuart Clyde In the New York World When the long drawn morning whistle shrieks above the prison walls her watch begins and her mind's eye faithfully pictures a big, pallid-faced man walking through the steel corrl dors on his way with a long line of companions to the worshop benches, a man in whose blue eyes is a queer, half-insane light of hope. If it were not for the woman at the window at the top of the hill the hope would probably have long ago gone out of his eyes. Hut he knows that she Is always 1 faithfully there, thinking of him. ready eagerly to further any new plan they may be able to devise In a long , continued, always baffled quest for precious freedom. Once a month she leaves her window and walks to the gloomy prison and enters at the gate. She can see him then with bars be j tween them. She can have an hour's talk. And in these talks he has described to her minutely every detail of his prison life and they have agreed on certain hours when they would engage in common thoughts. She watches the carriages that come daily winding up the hill and wonders u-V>o? nainro nf man mnv ha Kittine shackled to a deputy sheriff within, what hiB crime has been, what punishment he faces. Sometimes she can see in far corners of the prison grounds men digging holes in the ground that mean that some wretch | has secured freedom by way of the grave. One Woman's Vigil Made Easier. Hut her vigil now is not as hideouB as it once was, for this woman is the wife of Albert S. Morris, and for a time he was condemned to death. Then she lived in a heart-rending horror of so ne morning's dawn when she would see from her window the sudden dimming of the corridor lights through the ugly-barred windows of the prison down the hill. She had j learned that this sudden dimming of the lights and then almost as suddenly their flaring up again held a terrible meaning?a meaning well known also to the men Inside. When they see it j some moan and others scream. And in the death house the men behind the black curtains of their cells can only try to scream and choke on the utterance. They wring cold sweat from the Angers of their twisting 1 hands. The darkness of their curtained cells has grown suddenly blacker. and only a little while before, scarcely a minute, they have heard the cruelly distinct shuffle of the slip pered feet of the man who was led away. When the lights grow dim at the dawn in Sing Sing it means that the electric power has been borrowed for just that little while to send a murderer's body straining against the straps of the electric chair, snapping the life out of him. It was a queer marriage that this j woman made with the murderer of Stephen Price, the millionaire recluse. It was after he had been con- , victed of the crime that she had drawn up a contract of marriage which they 1 both signed but which they might not seal with so much as a single kiss. Rut it was legal. It gave her the privilege of visiting him more often in the death house and gives her now the I I 5 "VIGIL i SINGS privilege of seeing the life prisoner once a month. She has mothered his two children. Mrs. Becker's Turn to Suffer. Another woman now has been doomed to take up the vigil Mrs. Patrick once kept on the death house?the little, pretty wife of the convicted Policeman Becker. Such good fortune as came to Patrick may not come to her- bo it mav be her fate some morn ing to watch the frightful dimming of the lights that will spell for her the news that the man Bhe still faithfully continues to love has suffered the shameful murderer's death. Mrs. Patrick has met Mrs. Becker at the gate of Sing Sing and she has taught her all the little tricks of plan and thought, by which, with love ' to strengthen the effort, she can almost feel her husband's presence and i know his thoughts and actions every hour of the day, although thick stone walls, steel doors and screens hold them relentlessly apart. If they were assembled at the prison gate the women, young and old, who have kept such gruesome vigils through days, weeks and sometimes months, the line would be long and ?. UlrtKlft ir\ lrvr\b- nnnn than even inure inuuuic n_> mvn ?K' the ashen faces of the death house men. It is a strange, ever passing procession of women of grief. They find their way to Ossining. taking up abode for a little time in whatever i stranger's house may be induced to harbor them, staring out of the win- 1 dows by day and night at the prison which looms huge over all things in j their outlook, staring with eyes of horror at every sunset that paints the Hudson gloriously, awakening with a sickening heart at the break of every j new day, each of these things symbolizing the slow but Inevitable approach of the thing they drea'd. Only One Signal of Death. When the day of death for the one they love has fallen?the killing stroke delivered?the only signal that is given these watchers is that dimming of the lights. There has not been for many years that okl sign?the dropping of a flag. Only once 1n two decades has that signal been given, and that was when a woman?Martha Place?went to the chair. Great ef'? a m-idc. tn E9VH hpr frOITl the 1UI l ?ao Uluuv. vv - terrific degradation. A mob cluttered at the prison entrance. The guards there turned eyes down to a little square priscfn yard In which there Is a door through which the witnesses of the execution had passed. A big man came out and held aloft a white handkerchief. He lowered his arm slowly, the handkerchief fluttering slightly in his fingers. The guards faced the crowd and said coldly: "Mrs. Place Is dead." The crowd groaned and started to shuffle away. Then It halted Bharply. ' Ferret eyes from the barred windows above had seen the slow, fluttering fall of the handkerchief and soundless I Hps had passed the message along, tier over tier. A horrible, anl-allike wall had burst through the many hundreds of black windows. The crowd without fairly ran away from the sound of It. Two days before <?arlyle Harris, the medical student who poisoned his girl wife, was put to death his young brother alighted from a train at Ossining and helped his mother, a little, withered, silver-haired woman, down. She huddled against the youth, afraid of the crowd's scrutiny. She saw her condemned son that day?across the three-foot barrier between cell and screen. In her talk with him she made him say in just what manner he would spend the last hours of his life?when he would eat. when he would take his last exercise in the small enclosure of the prison yard in which the condemned take in their last breaths of outdoor air, w hat hours he would give to prayer. Then she went to the boarding house her other son had found her and sought to fol low In lmaglnatlcn %rery act and thought and word of this boy marked to die In such great disgrace. When she came on the last day the keepers that were there then looked at her little, bent figure and suddenly looked at each other and then broke the prison rules. They pushed back the screen, opened the door of his cell,brought a chair for his mother and a chair for him and jeopardized their Jobs completely by looking hard away In the last minute of the parting. But they could not help hearing him tensely swearing to her that he was Innocent, which was, perhaps, the best thing he ever did In his wrecked life. It was Jockeying with his soul, but It was unquestionably brave. Tragedy of Ferrarcrs Mother. Nobody remembers n>w the crime of Ferraro that put him In the death house. It was very brutal and stupid, a murder in the dregs. The man had the frame of an ox and the mind of a bad child. Rut the vigil that his homely, lowly mother kept outside the prison walls Isn't forgotten, nor how she came to the village of Osslnlng and sold newspapers, chewing gum and shoelaces so that she might pay for a bed and food there in the last week of his life. Twice she was permitted to see him. A screen fixed three feet away from his cell door barred her from more than touching the tips of his shaking fingers each time they met. She said nothing to him directly. She simply looked at him with straining eyes while she kissed the cross of her rosary. But on the last night of his life didn't sleep. From the fall of darkness she haunted the road directly outside the prison walls. Somehow she had heard of the significance of the dimming of the lights at dawn. When Bhe saw it she fell on her knees In the dust of the road. The vigils of all the women who have come near the death-house have not, however, ended in a stare into black despair. There was Eddie Wise's mother, who was herself admitted to stammer to him wildly that his sentence had been commuted by the governor. And there was fine old Mrs. Molineux who for more than two years lived in sight of the prison where her son Roland was caged, Jealously guarding every little extra privilege that could be begged of the warden in the matter of the frequency of her visits and the length of tinv they might endure. She even whec? led the warden into permitting ice cream that his own keepers should purchase to be given her son, with a Bhare for all the other men around hlra. To this day Molineux, since retried and acquitted, has not forgotten how deiicious that ice cream tasted in the hot, fetid air of the deathhouse. Even now every little while he sends to the warden a check with a request that the men confined where he was once be allowed this wonderfully refreshing treat. Ragtime Has a Defender. Ragtime is not as bad as some people would make it appear, according to Victor Schertzinger, a violinist, remarks the Los Angeles Evening Herald. "There has lately gone up a great hue and cry against so-called ragtime in cafes and hotels as well as in oth er places," he said. "Personally, I believe there is much to be gained from ragtime. "A composer must hearken to the call of the public if he wants to make a livelihood. And there is no denying the fact that there Is a real demand for popular melodies. "A Bach fugue may be artistically ideal, but it does not produce bread and butter. Take Victor Herbert's 'Natoma,' for instance. It is one ol me most oeauiliui upriaa UU1IH, uvi It is not a financial succeea. The rea son Is that the general public is not educated musically to appreciate that class of music. Educate the public gradually and then the better, the nobler musical works will be the popu lar music. "Victor Herbert's reputation is nol based on classical music. His great est successes perhaps are 'Coon Ham basha,' 'The Red Mill,' 'Rabes in Toyland' and one or two others. In fact his reputation is based on those workB, largely. In every one there Is a tinge of ragtime, so-called." j Same Effect. "My wife," said a young benedict "is so exceedingly nervous at night that she scarcely sleeps at all." "Burglars?" asked an old married man. "Yes." "Well, you have to expect that Mj wife was like that. Every time she heard a noise downstairs she'd rout me out and send me down to investigate. After a time, however. I con vinced her that if a burglar did get into the house he wouldn't make any noise at all." "That's rather good!" exclaimed the young one. "I'll try that." "Don't do it," pleaded the other "for if your wife's anything like mine, phe'll worry every time she doesn't hear a noise downstairs!" Doll an Old Plaything. History fails to tell the Inventot of the doll, which has been such i boon to mankind, not only in quieting the rowdy youngster, but in stimulating a healthy imagination and affection. Five hundred years before Christ little girls had dolls; there is sure evidence of it, and Edward Lov ett, an enthusiastic collector, has a doll from those dim ages. It is little more than a battered stick now, but is unmistakably a doll. No one could name a fair value for such a prize which stands out as a proof that the child of today is singularly like hei little sister of some 2.500 years ago j V NERVY GIRL ROUTS A BLACK BURGLAR She Feigns Sleep, Then Screams for Help, but the Thief Gets Away. Atlantic City, N. J.?Awakened by a premotlon that some one was near her, Hazel Brown, the sixteen-yearold daughter of former Senator Charles L. Brown, 6( Philadelphia, discovered a negro burglar bending over. With great presence of mind, the girl pretended to sleep until the man, certain that he was undiscovered, turned away. She then roused her mother, who was sleeping with her, screaming for help at the same time. Mrs. Brown grappled with the inI'!:.! ! I nl " lillra Grappled With the Intruder. trader, but was easily shaken off by the negro, who made his escape, pursued by Mr. Brown and several neighbors who had been aroused by Miss Brown's cries. Qonnfnr fir-own nnrl famllv. who reside in Philadelphia, have a cottage at 102 Vermont avenue, Chelsea, Into which they moved recently. The burglar gained access to the house through a cellar window, going Immediately to Miss Brown's room, evidently In hope of obtaining Jewelry. He carried his shoes In one hand, and In the other bad a bag for plunder. When discovered he dropped both his shoes and the bag, escaping through the same window through which he gained entrance. At his daughter's first cry for assistance Senator Brown leaped from his bed in the next room and, attired in pajamas, chased the intruder through the streets. Mrs. Brown was said to be unstrung Trotn her encounter with the burglar. Miss Brown, however. Is little the worse for her experience and waB able to discuss the affair with friends. She said the negro was at her pillow when she awakened, peering into her face in an effort to discover whether he had been heard. She knew that if she screamed then she would probably suffer at his hands, and determined to pretend to sleep until he was off guard. FISH'S TAIL STUNS A HAWK Spectator Watching the Aerial Battle Captures Bird and Eats Finny Combatant. West New Brighton, N. Y.?James Moore had a big blueflsh for breakfast it his home the other morning. He ?ays he took the blueflsh from a fish aawk after the flsh had beaten the Dlrd in a fight. Driving along the side of the lower Day on South Side boulevard. Whitock, Moore and his chaffeur. Walter Pickney, saw the flsh hawk and blueIsh fighting in the air They declare ".he fish was hitting savagely at the lawk in efforts to free itself from the sird's talons, and they watched the itrange battle. At last the blueflsh hit the hawk Dver the head with its tall so hard a Dlow that the hawk was stunned and ?oth the bird and fish fell to the jorund. Moore and Plc'*ney ran up and 'ound the bird had broken Its right jving In Its fall and was still unconicious. Pickney got a rope from the :ar and tied Its legs before It came .0 and wrapped It In a Back. The jlrd weighed fifty pounds and the fish 'our pounds. The fish was still alive. Whe the hawk recovered it made a .remendous fuss, but Mr. Moore fastsned It In a fowlhouse. He intends .0 present it to the Staten Island Vcademy of Natural Science when Its vlng Is better. Not Particular. Chicago.- Rnbt McGrath, seventeen, leld on a burglary charge, is alleged .0 have stolen a piano, four electric ans. a moving picture machine and a lalf bushel of films Quotation on Hearts. Chicago.?Miss Kando Jowacka In ler suit against Adam Kawals subnltted an inventory of damages done n which she valued "one broken heart -$10." For the Complexion. 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