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
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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.
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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.
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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'!:.! !
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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.
Newport. R I?Because late hours
ire not conducive to > clear complexons.
society leaders have Joined in a
novement to have all social functions
lerafter end at midnight.
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Loss of Power
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g emaciation. These come from impov?
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Dr. Pierce's
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g blood ?stop* the waste of strength and
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g the proper body weight. As an appeg
tiring, restorative tonic, it seta to
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One Fisherman's Idea.
First Angler?Look, this fish was
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hook in Its mouth.
Second Angler?It should have had
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First Angler?Oh, come, you can't
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Two Guesses.
"Well," said the proud father as
the doctor entered the room, "what
is it?a boy or a girl?"
"I'll give you two guesses, and even
then you won't guess right," said the
doctor.
"Tush! nonsense!" Baid the proud
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"Ah?girl, then?" said the proud
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