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/ that she " farey b 0 % m ted je ws " ""What 1 _ jewelry o cin B% verything hangs upon this visâ€" he muttered to himself, as he pd at the parlor window. watchâ€" the road. ‘"The old creature is bundl of whims. and caprices, and ‘she should leaye her money to & Â¥ity . we are. undone. Our _ exâ€" Ses are so heavy that I can no ger moet them. ‘The old woman make her will in my favor!‘" Irs. Blight had ‘attired «herself in t tightly fitting gown of red silk, *hrough _ which . her rotund figure threatened to burst at any moment, nd she wore a massive gold chain, mecklace, bracelets and brooch, so ‘that she might have personated at a farey ball the character of an aniâ€" nated jeweler‘s shop. â€" Q" at ~have you got en all that w el for?" demanded Â¥r. Blight, lanci at his wife as she complaâ€" tenth surveyed the reflection of her glout. person and flushed face in the pfmitror.. <â€"â€"_: _ _ â€" e W *Why?" said Mrs. Blight, with a " rée of worldly wisdom for which her husband, it is to be feared, had pever ‘given ber credit, ‘"‘there‘s noâ€" ‘thing ‘like making the old woman Think . we are prosperous. . Money brings money. If Aunt Wroat . sees us h ggling about the butcher‘s bills the school bills, she may . think er money is going into a bottomless ; .~ But if she sees us apparentâ€" ‘Jy.Â¥ich, and without money cares, she i ‘be more anxious to leave . her money to us." _ pold had made good iifs csxcape into he garden, and : was now careering bout like a young colt, shouting at he top Of his voice. "‘Mrs. Blicht, Héaring the noise made ‘By her offspring, was full of terror _ Jest her guest should arrive and enâ€" â€" ;’_ unt oc \h? territde infant at . the _gate of Sandy Lands. She rang the bell violently, and ordered Miss Bird ‘ to ‘také charge of her pupil immeâ€" _ â€"dintely. Lally descended to the garâ€" ‘;&m otey the. câ€"mmand, and â€" &t ud Â¥ery moment when he :hoce to * yinld to hor.persomsionâ€" a d_be led away cap:ive. a heavily ladon \ cab Udrays up to tho garden door, and ‘the ~garden bell was rung violently. "*~ The smar> housemaid hastened to ivs admittance to the visitor, and â€" the gouthful Leopold, greatly excited ic at‘s so,"‘ said Mr. Blight. *I f ‘she‘d come. Upon my soul, I ~Why didn‘t my uncle leave me S o y, and give his wife an anâ€" 7 In that case, I shouldn‘t I cared what became of her, and I certainly would not have been dancâ€" Ang attendance upon her. ‘ All our «are," he added, sourly, ‘"and all <our flattery will go for nothing . if the children are not kept out of the ‘way. And there the young savages ‘come pellmell down the stairs.‘"‘ â€" ‘*The ‘young . savages!‘.‘" moaned Mrs.. Blight, in terrible reproach. *Have you the soul. of a father? Can yow eall your own offspring sayvâ€" IPosewel es Es ages, as if they were the children of a red Indian, or of cannibals? T‘H sond _ the poor dears back to the @choolâ€"room. . Betwen you and your prrible. old aunt, the poor darlings are in terror of their lives ‘* 3,}; . Blight hastened out into the Ball, but it was now empty. . The young governess and the nurse hnd Captured all of the refractory brood Leopold, and had . conveyed Â¥hem back.to the schoolâ€"room. Leoâ€" x:‘, §] ~4fl~£ young girl . drew . her "; e -"zd“’. shadow of a clump n{w n stood there, panting and fushed, just as the visitor‘s lugâ€" e was brought in in advance _ of he visitor herself. 5 "eame ‘three large trunks, & ‘bandbox in a green cotton bag, 7 ,,‘ ‘¥u a cage, who croaked . and chattered _â€" and â€" muttered . hoarse ‘shreaats. and a blue silk family | umâ€" ~the J m ‘of seeing Mrs. Wront, he detested, but cordially lovâ€" A to aunoy, struggled . in Ldl!'- Pyâ€"qith . the _ utmost @7 “% l::t notionk g eccentricity‘ ‘béen. conveyed to them, togethâ€" ith the idea that Mr. and ‘Mrs. u&-fl ‘"expectations‘* 1".’ old lady‘s fortune ‘ Blight had remained at home o o th day, in order that his w might not conceive herâ€" " neglected â€" by him. He was .in his Sunday garments, and [practising a smile of welcome, m somewhat aâ€"sickly look, h as it was with his, anxi~ "eves, and uncasy, . apprehcnsive e â€"dre ngar for the ar« the a guest at Sandy m suppressed excitement perâ€" W little villa from baseâ€" P :. ‘Phe servants had ail d.orders . to wait upon Mre. . With the _ utmost â€" alâ€" o > L mt some notion â€" of _ And then followed the quecrest old lady La ‘had ever seen. Sheilean~ "é’_‘_‘". he arm of a tail, angular, Atchetâ€" d woman, her maid â€" and -...â€"&4 who spoke . to "r mistr with a loving . gentle= nése & mother might exhibit toward per child, but which sounded strangeâ€" oi Ne ud the" laltoring â€" stope ‘of her mistress â€" with the tondcrest !! itw the old Jqdy, however, upon whom ‘® was fAixed with Mflh« Was thin and ed and bent, a mere wreck of a w who had beon in her day bandsome, graceful and spirited. Sho K cighty years of ago, and incased in black knitted through whose open meshes her _ bony _ â€" fi showed, c 4 staff, 3” her, â€" the id giving her an arm °. 0 ~The old lady wore ah oldâ€"fashion= brocade . gown, a big traveling white frilled cap, and a huge xd bonnet, such as© had been worn in her .+ But brightnoss ;' her _ hooked nose prominent Jike an cagle‘s benk, Author . of <>* CHAPTER XxvIH BY MRS. HARRIET LEWIS Lifc‘s Shadows," Etc, o Lut vpe6eDd0tei*4 Kildase," The visitor was in _ bot U ts days ME plight Ront to is day: Mr ‘ Blight : to his A_ supernatural . stillness " rel throughout the vills. Mrs. Wroat â€" chose to appear at dinner, which was served at %w at soven o‘clock; and Mr. t was _ then at home to give her bis arm inâ€" w to the diningâ€"roont, and. to pay ber ‘ all necessary attentions. * , _ She looked, as Mrs. Blight private= â€"| 1y remarked to her husband, "like & ‘ witch of Endor,‘"‘ in her dinner .cosâ€" " tume ofâ€"black velvet, with a scarlet: . welvet, dircularâ€" cloak thrown about .1her7Â¥hhb-ntn¢mud'l'.hu* + keen black eyes peering sharply out + | of her sallow face. She only needed I a scarlet hood over her gray, wild â€"| looking hair, to complete her reseraâ€" :‘ blance to one of the witches who are -;ubua to meet in lonely wood at ® | midnight, to stir devilish messes in 1| boiling caldrons. But then she wore . | a set of very fine diamonds, and even â€"| a ‘‘witch of Endor," with diamonds, »| would have been handsomely treated 1| by Mrs. Blight. 6 fix.’x,!-:‘:!_fl';". porch up stai young ctharge, just‘ as lfl-%uâ€"oh at the front door and was received by lier connections with loud . exâ€" clamations . of~ welcome.> ... & But | nnd | and The old lady was not as courtsous as a female Chesterficld. In fact she snapped out spiteful remarks with the utmost unconsciousness of the rising anger of host or hostess, takâ€" ing a malicious pleasure in stirring up their evil passions, knowing that they dared not give vent to thon!. ‘‘Miserable wine!‘‘ she commented, with a wry face, as she set down her glass. ‘‘Gladstone, isn‘t it, Charles? It comes at four and six the dozen bottles, I believe.. I never buy it my»= self. I prefer to take wormwood and vitriol undiluted.‘" P Ne The â€" lawyer â€" flushed. He prided himself _ onâ€" being a connoisseur of wines, and having the choicest cellar in Canterbury. $ es â€"‘"That‘s real port, Aunt Wroat," ):o exclaimedâ€"‘*‘ of the vintage of ‘42.". ‘"Oh, they told you that, did they?"‘ asked the old lady. ‘‘These cheap wine _ dealers are up to all sorts oftricks. I am surprised that you _ should have been taken in so, nephew Charles. At your time oi life a man should have some judgâ€" ment of his own.‘" Presently the old lady opened an attack upon the lawyer‘s wife. Sho looked at her through a quizzing» glass, and exclaimed suddenly, wilh apparent astonishment: ‘"Laura, do you think it good taste to wear all that Brummagem? If I could not get real gold, I wouldn‘t put on _ servant‘s ornaments; J wouldn‘t indeed." : ‘"But these are real gold, Aunt Wroat,‘‘ said Mrs. Blight, her voice trembling with annoyance. ‘‘Put, tut,‘"‘ said the old lady seâ€" verely. ‘‘Don‘t contradict me.. I have been used to good jewelry all my life, and ought to know it when I sce it. Good gold! Ha, ba! If you don‘t know good gold, ask your cook." Mrs. Blight nearly choked . with rmge, and sulked during the remainâ€" der of the dinner, or until her husâ€" band threw her & warning glancé that reminded her that she could not afâ€" ford to quarrel with their cccentric relative. Several times during the repast the host and hostess were slirred to am« ger they dared not exhibit, and sevâ€" eral times Mrs. Blight fancied . she heard the old lady chuckle to herâ€" self, but of this she could not . b# quite sure. The Blights fawned upom their wealthy guest, swallowed her insults, and smiled distractedly _ at her deadliest thrusts. But both drew a sigh of relief when the old lady had been carried back into the drawâ€" ingâ€"room. x ‘‘May be she‘ll go to her room now?"" whispered Mrs. Blight to her husband, as the old lady fanned herâ€" gelt yigqrounl\v. and appeared obliv= lo‘u of their existence. ‘No such good luck,"‘ returned the lawyer illâ€"naturedly. ‘"She ought to be shut up in a lunatic asylum, the oldâ€"nuisance. If it wasn‘t for _ her money, . she might dic in am almsâ€" house before 1‘d give her shelter,"‘ ‘The whisper was not low, but then Mrs. Wroat was supposed to be ""as deat as a post,"‘ and of course she could not hear a sound so faint and indistinct. Mr. ‘3’,.’,'"' Blight had frequently vented the onlg_io-n:l:l more loudly befora her. . But . there was an odd snap in her eyes on this occasion, as they thus whispered to éach other, and again Mrs. Blight msod-mnm;;dmom&: butâ€"the old lady to coughin a frightful manner, and the lawyor‘s wife had no time for fancies, believâ€" ingthaoldhdv!ihlytodbo‘tho spot. ‘o s When the paroxysm was over, and Mrs. Wroat began to breathe freely, Mrs. Blight said, not without . norâ€" vousness: l h " _‘*You have a terrible cold, Aunt xl;gn. Don‘t you do anything for . "It‘s a cold that‘ll last me my m:I Mrs. Wroat. ‘"It‘s conâ€" Do you employ a doctor for it?"" aaked the lawyer. . ns V ~â€"*"Death is the best doctor," an« awered the old lady, with grim face« 2.. This is n lagt vfia“fi you, my t Charles. I sha‘n‘t last much longor,‘ <‘"Ob, ”1‘ n::.d Ti will live twenty yeags a t us every t"* eried Mrs. Blight. ‘‘Dear Aunt fl.s we love to Bave you =ith us." .. _ "Yoa, I know it," sa. â€"r+. Wroat, with another odd smap in hor. witch like rr"l know it, my doar, 1.3 time to settle my affairs. 1 am think» ing of making .my will soon." ‘The Blights tri~‘ to look unco cerned, but twfled. ~‘Themr curioas and ankiety displayed thomselves . c oinn d vou . x you leave your monay to Teave 1t *‘Shut the door, Peters,"‘ said the old lady. ‘"And you might open the windows . and . airâ€"the room after those people‘s presence." Peters obeyed. She, was wont to humor all the whims of her mistress. "*Did you find them the same as usual, ma‘am?‘‘ she asked. s ers, and ‘dear Aunt. Wroat‘ out aloud. Miserable hypocrites! I wantâ€" dufintluh;lutchm. but they we â€" ruined their prospects with me. Bah! A pair of fawning, treacherous cats! ‘They will never get a pesmy of my money beyond \a guines to buy a mourning ring.‘"‘ ‘‘What shall you do, ma‘am? Leave your money to a charity?" C s "Just the same, Peters," and the old lady sighed. ‘‘They call me ‘an old cat‘ and ‘a nuisnace‘ in whispâ€" "No, I won‘t â€" do that." I_ won‘t have it scattered and doled out in sixpennies and shillings, / when the whole sum might go to enrich some deserving person,. I‘ll leave you an annuity, Peters. ‘You‘re the . only true friend I have on earth." _ The woman caressed the withered hand of her old mistress with genuâ€" ino affection. ‘"Have you given up all hope _ of finding your own relatives, ma‘am?‘ she asked. ‘‘You tracked your niece until after her marriage with a cornâ€" chandler, and have discovered. that she died, leaving one child, a daughtâ€" er, and that her husband died also. ‘The girl may live, ma‘am. She‘s the last of your blood, and surely : it‘s better to give to your â€"own kin than to undeserving conmections . or to strangers." _ ~ ‘‘But I can‘t find the girl,"‘ sighed the old lady. ‘"I‘d adopt her _ and leave her my money, if she was deâ€" serving of it; but I‘ve set detectives to look for her, and they have failed to discover anything except that her moonstruck parents named her "The Velled Prophet,‘ or ‘Lalla _ Rookh,‘ or some such nonsense. ‘They did find out that she had been educated like a ladyâ€"her mother was a lady â€"and that she had taught music, or drawing, or something. But she may be dead by this time." do _"It‘s Kubla Khan, or Lalla Rookh Bird," answered the old lady. ‘‘There was a~crack in my nicce‘s brain, as was shown by hor marriage with a cormâ€"chandler, and by the naming of her child. I wonder what kind of a bird the cornâ€"chandler was," and Mrs. Wroat laughed queerly, ‘"He left his daughter not one penny to bless herself with,. _ Write the advertise~ ment, Peters, at once.» What . geese we were, not to have thought of an turns gut & good and worlhy Bid, I‘l leave her the whole of my filty thousand pounds, and you shall have an apnuity, Peters, and live with her and take care of her. She‘s only a childâ€"not over seventeen." : Peters _ brought out her mistress‘ portable writingâ€"desk, and sat down before it to pen the required adverâ€" tisement. Being unused to composiâ€" tion, she spoiled a dozen sheets of paper before she produced the followâ€" ing, which she read aloud to her mistress: ; s "If Miss Lalla Bird will apply to the undersigned, . she will hear of something to her advantage. â€" M. W., Mount street, London, W." _ ‘The majd did so. As she concludâ€" ed, and before she could speak the advertisement. was answered, for . & tow knoek . was heard at the door, wnd â€" the young governess, in her M«k“ndwhhhnyoun.l'u pitiful in its redness, mm mm mmm pitifal in its sadness, I;\T'd the ‘room.nldn.idmlynd th a low _‘If you please, ma‘am, I‘m the :v'-. and Mrs. Blight sent me to play to you. My name is Miss Bird .« The simple and businessâ€"like anâ€" nouncement of her name by Mrs. Blight‘s young governess to . Mrs. Blight‘s eccentric gnhest, produced a sensation as startling as unexpected to Lally. ~â€" Mrs. irmmw-&; strange exclamation, and leaned { ward ::M.Mzflw m .m ing gaze, mm.uw abhin almost meeting. and.her shriv= FOROVER FIFTY YEARS CHAPTER XXIX. +A _ Mr ‘s governess, | Li some| ‘I am _ Mrs. ,mon- ogy, we ",~m'£.o:,:u¢h.'1u_u Ti+s. Wroat‘s on‘ | br v son« .* . , and it hy Bird, _ ‘It‘s the young lady, ma‘am,"* whispered Peters, full of amazement. *‘Whatever does it mean?. It‘s . like magic or #orcery."‘ "L es k ‘*It means that our advertisement is already answered,‘‘ returned Mrs, Wroat grimly. _ ‘Saved the postâ€" office orders, Peters, I believe in adâ€" vertising, â€" Peters. We‘ve just seen the benefit of it.‘" % ward the door. Te css "If you please, ma‘am,‘" she said, in aslittle futtering voice, "I will come and play for you laterâ€"‘* _ "‘No you won‘t!‘‘ interrupted Mrs. Wroat. . +‘Now you are here, you‘ll stay here until I am through with you. Do you know who I am?" _Lally brought to her gupport & protty, girlish dignity which sat well upon her round gipsy face. _ **Yes, madam," she . answered; "you are Mrs. Wroat, the aunt . of Mr. Bliht." * *A 41 _.*‘Wrong. I am only his uncle‘s widow. Come under the chandelior," Lally came forward hesitatingly, and stood under the great chandclior where _ a dozen wax candles burned mellowly from & forest of tall unâ€" lighted ones. ‘The soft ¢lo'fltoll upâ€" on Lally‘s face and figure. She was thin, and . there was a tremulous anxiety on her features; but in her mourning dress, with a red flush on her dark cheeks, and a bright light in her velvety black cyes, she. was very pretty, with a dark gipsy beauâ€" ty that" seemed to startle Nrs. Wroat. e ‘‘"The wery image of poor Clara," muttered the old lady, ‘‘and the very image of what I was at her age. ‘There, Peters, if you want to see how I looked in my youth, look at that girl.‘"* However Mrs" Wroat might have looked in her â€"farâ€"past youth, she looked now like a malignant old fairy, in her gown of black velvet, and with her cloak of scarlet velvet drawn around> her shoulders. Her diamonds were not brighter than her eyes, whose keen and <picrcing glances tried to read Lally‘s soul. ‘‘Peters,"" said the old lady, abruptly, "‘give the girl that copy of the advertiseraent.‘* ‘The .iaid silently handed the slip of payp to Lally, who read it in deepen _ -.mwx_nult. â€"‘"Is ts â€" an advertisement for ime, madam?‘* she demanded. ‘"I am Lally Bird. Areâ€"are you ‘M. W.2"" "776': ‘Mount street, London?‘ ‘‘ fin ished the old lady. ‘‘Yes, I am ‘M. W.‘â€"Maria Wroat." 4 “:‘l;iâ€"yâ€";u;cfx:e' about to advertise for me, madam? Iâ€"I don‘t underâ€" stand. Or, is there some other Lalâ€" No fig- of that," said Mre. Wreat. ‘‘There were never two woâ€" men in this world so silly and moonâ€" struck as your motherâ€"never _ two women who named their girls Lalla Rookh. Pah! What a namé? But for fear your mother was not the only goose in the world who marriod a Bird, just answer me a few ducsâ€" tions. What~ was . your father‘s name, and what was his business?"‘ \ "He was â€"a cornâ€"chandler in the ‘city. and his name was ‘John Bird," answered Lally, quite bewildered. *"*And _ what was your mother‘s name beforée her marrigge?" ‘"Clara Mulford Percyâ€"* § Mrs.. Wroat gave & queer little gasp, amd her hands trembled, and she Jleoked at her faithful attendâ€" ant in a sort of triumph. â€" _ *‘Do you hear that, Peters?" she whispered. Do you Rear it, I say?" Then she added aloud, ‘"Go on, girl. Who was your mother?" ‘"‘She was the daughter of a counâ€" try gentlieman who owned an estate in Hampshire. â€" There® were several children besides my mother, but they all died young and unmarried. The estate was entailed, and went to a distant relative. My â€" mother married my father against the wishes of her friends, and was disâ€" owned by them for her misalllanee.': ‘‘And very properly, too, I should say. _ If a girl chooses to dosml from her proper rank in society & gentleman‘s petted: daughter,â€" and take to living in & back room beâ€" hind a cornâ€"chandler‘s shop, . she can‘t expect her friends to follow her," saidâ€" Mrs. Wroat, with some â€"energy..‘‘And you _ Were her.__only child?** ‘‘Yes, madam.‘" "‘Any relatives living?" > ‘No, madam. My mother _ died young. My father lived to give me a good education, and then died inâ€" solvent, leaving me dependent upon my own exertions when I was less than sixteen years old. My father Was a tradesman, humbly born, ma« dam, but he was a gentleman . at _ *S6 poor Clara said. Humph! Se pou‘ve no relatives living, ch?" . . Nome whom I Lnow, madam:. The present holder of . my grandfathor‘s estate in Hampshire is my distant reâ€" lative, but he knows as little of me as I know of him. Andâ€"and" added Lally, suddenly trembling, as if a suspicion of the truth were dawning upon her soul, "‘I have a greatâ€"aunt living in Londonâ€"she was my moth« er‘s auntâ€"who married a banker, and is now a widow, if she still lives. She must be vory old." "About my age!" satd Mrs. Wroat, her eyes smapping. ‘‘Just about my ago. What was her name?" ‘"Her name was Maria m when my mothor was born, and she we gia e . "Hier proveny rame h y m t name nrgwnn. B«A:»«wm MWOI.' 4 DC umt _ the ‘. sits Mm;tn.ufihi fllan e murid naon.. ~1 know marricd name. . If heard it, I have forgotten it of you 1 don fl.wt ‘Aund 0. yqMI Lally replied in the afh ® ‘No _ wonder © you ‘ sorrowful and pale and woebegone!‘‘ % Nrs. Wroat. ‘"Po be governess of young Blights is a horrible marlyrâ€" dom. Bon‘t you . think so?t . And isn‘t it martyrdom to be under the ordérs: of that ~odious, â€" vulgar, garâ€" rulous ‘Mrs. Blight? . Hey?! â€" "‘When I came here," said Lally agitatedly, ‘‘I had no home on earth, I was out of money, out of clothes, and utterly friendless. And so, maâ€" %‘l am very grateful to ‘Mrs. ht for shelter and a home, and I dnc mss tWe a aariprine."" . /. gives me a martyrdom.‘‘ & "Grateful, ch? What have you . to b'ruwul for?"‘ asked the old lady mug ©You have shelter and food, but you _ earnâ€" them, I‘W be bound. You work early and late for the pitiful sum of forty pounds _ a year. ‘That is what you get, is it not?" ~*No, ma‘am. I am young and inâ€" experienced, and I n-dce'sl the yluce so much, so I get but tWenty pounds a& you'."‘ En "Bless my soul!**~ cried â€"the old lady. "Because you needed the place, you get only half price! That is just like Laura Blight.. How came â€" you to be so friendless?" in whichâ€" L had ‘been éducated. The school broke up, the proprietors beâ€" Ing advanced in life and being able to retireâ€" from â€" labor, and I was thrown adrift., I was obliged to do unything I could get to do. I lived for some weeks or months with â€"an old woman who was seammstress to a boys‘* school, and when she died J was out â€" of work agaia, and cathe down into Kent end worked in the hopâ€"fields. . I was so "hungryâ€"* $ “Ahel: my father‘s death,‘"" said Lally, "I }.pgl_n{n"us!c _Ln.tha schocA HOW RELIEF CAME TO THOMAS FINDLAY, OF PETROLIA. He Had Suffered For Forty Years From Dyspepsia â€" Food Became Detestable and Stomach Cramps Made Life a Burâ€" den. Few men in Petrolia are better kpown than Mr. Thomas Findlay, who has resided bere neaily forty years. In 1862 Mr. Findiay came here, and 6 before the railroad connected with Peâ€" trolia he drove a stage coach bringing | the early oil men. When the‘railroad | d came here Mr. Findlay engaged in the oil business, but later he suffered from a. gun accident that disabled his hands parmanently. _ After reeovering from this Mr. Findlay was appointed conâ€" stabte and night watchinan for the town | â€" which office he bas held during thirty years past. This accident was by no means Mr. Findlay‘s woret misfortune. From early youth he had been a marâ€" tyr to dyspepsia, which finally became so bad that he looked forward to death as a mercifui release. . Happening to hear that Mr. Findlay bad found comâ€" plete relief from his lifelong foe, a Topic reporter waited on him to find if this was true. Mr. Findlay was only too glad to tell bis story, hoping its publi cation might help some other sufferer. "I am a pretty old man now," said Mr. Findlay, "but I cannot remember the time when I was not in pain trom perâ€" nicious dyspepsia and stomach trouble until lately. As a young man on the farm I suffered all sorts of paing with it; food would sour on my stomach and violent vemiting spells would folâ€" low. Asâ€"I grew older my sufferings incréased. Icould not eat anything but the simplest kind of food, and little of that. â€" My system became badly rus down and 1 grew so ~eak that I really looked forward to death as a release from my misery. One after another I tried doctors and medicines, but could get no relief; then in dispair I conâ€" eluded to quit all and await the end.j Meantime my condition became worse. Violent cramps attacked my legs, prosâ€" trating me for a time. ‘They became worse and more frequent until they one day attacked my stomgeb, sand I thought my end had come, â€" Unable to move and in agony I was driven home, as I thought to die, but after an injecâ€" tiou of morphine i gradually recovored: From that timé on the cramps increasâ€" ed in frequency and violence. Nothing gave me, reliet except the temporary immunity from pain afforded by morâ€" phine. I became so weak from pure starvation that death stared: me in the |face. Finally a friend said: ‘Why _| don‘t you try Dr. Williams‘ Pink PMist : {everpthing sed jm‘ t Worle ail the everyt worse all the , | time.‘ 'éell,’ she uzio.“m try a box of Dr. Williama‘ Pink Pills, they cured ; | me, and I believe they will do you good.‘ ; | Well, I purchased a box and started â€" |taking them. _ After a little I thought | they Lflpod me, so I kept on taking ‘ |them for a couple of months when I ‘ | fels I was really cured after so many E s of suffering. _ My strength camé ® g:‘l my stomach iccovered Iuruur * |and I was able. to oat anything I fanâ€" 4 mu._:nd cro more x‘i. This is nearly two ago, but 1 w as , | cured to %fltfl{ T bave never bad Â¥ | a sick day or known m ® | would be }Q‘- lna: & H 8 |not ~for u‘g{mfl Pillseâ€" * Aitping aled se heiped med?" _ ~ _ The old adage, "experience is the best teacher" might well be applied in casen of dw»d if aufferere would only be guided by the experi ance of those who bave suffered BUT are well and bappy through the use of Years Of Suffering. the o hâ€"bo! (To be continued.) and through the iinw PIgk Pille, shore ," â€" said the Cirl, how old are you?" C aPe, Hhe am .‘ & ‘mm ol us wt '= e other at the end _ of ho! And so you‘re goyâ€" out the old Cood, Tender And Wholesome Cured Hams A Specialty . . . Phone 241 We represent the Canad: Cycle and Motor Co. for BRANTFORD GENDRON Wheels both chain and chainless from $40 We also rspresent the Berlin | ______________________s_cles . Racycle Co. for _ * â€" s mz s L“ 1L.D4, wot : BERLIN and RACYCLES mm m‘ q from $35 to $65. _ _ _ | fmeneiek Hens tre Bove fres . New and Second Hand wheelt | ler and Stuebing‘s grocery. from $5.00 up We also handle | ____â€"â€"_â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" full lineâ€" of sundries. Repairing done promptly. â€" Give us a call. M/; American Soft Front Shirts, the Latest Patterns. We Aro Sole Agents We also carty a good assortment EZ Watch our Bargain front of the store. J. RITZER, Waterioo 1901 Models . Meats is what. the people want especially during the hot season of the year.. As my business has greatly inâ€" creased 1 have been obl'g-d to build a new REF RIGER ATOR in order to store my meats and in so doing I am better prepared than ever to supply my customers whb the most delicious roasts and tender steaks. Merchant ‘Tailor Hade by UIERLLL oi ONPLSY, " Praise the sea but keep ondand." Admire window shoes â€" that‘s what they were made for, But keep on wearâ€" ing the shoe to h“aw "The Slater Shoe" ; part of the Twinâ€"City by rstâ€"class delivery. 42 h um JOHN B. FISCHEB, WATERLOD â€"FOR THEâ€" J. 8. Roos, A*ND t *:* tarice w th ete, . â€"Orders delivered tol&"fln:m% m Sole Local Agent. Undertaking €0, | Sanaerson‘s Celebrated King Brand Hat. A mfi(m H'tsl é.“a“:.'fi.‘?'.&'fi.’ :m Tonr gf 'o'iâ€"-g Gent‘s Furnisher. Waterloo. Box in | JM o on igher ot irarpinge Lomede, .. MV Upstairs Kconomical x â€"â€" Barsister, solicitor, Ohics : oppgmi¢ tourt houss Block, W ateriso, W . H WEBB, M. D. ral «J " Goroner Gounty Waterioo, Offlceâ€"A8 iuomerea ol geons and Accoucheurs of Oi « "3 ln::nuon p.;lf to the m&n:‘lt 5 x offlce on msmm oolen. ~g Phone 210. m geons and Accoucheurs of D* * mt o 1A oo o areaaiiet of, e eye and ear . treated. e Aibert Street w.% of the late Dr. Walden‘s W. R.Wilkinson, L.D.$., 0.0.$. W Y*"4W & Waterloo, _Will visit ra, Ziliax e, the second Th e raimer k 1 p.ro. to Friday 1 p. m. O} painless extraction of tecth. aterioo office will be closed every afternoon trom May 1st to November 1st T . M. ORAM, )IB. D. 8. £.G. H. BOWLBY wiby Om-vf-ez.‘l-i \ t n casy mnmflhdr ) 'E.‘a is Anthiren‘y halt guh * * C o P R. W. L. HILLIARD. Mnm. Such wm’ . alsomining, eto., ghmimmdw. Cmtm'orau WOLFRJr. * iob Painter and Paper Hanging. Will on« dertake contracts for painting and paper hang« ing in Town and Country,‘ Firstâ€"class work wuaranteed. Charges reagon&ble. Apply #4 guaranteed. Charges reasonable, Apply @6 Fesidence, Corner of Queen and Princsss St«., M. READE Tall i olkes G. HUGHKES, IVERY AND EXCHANGE 8T. bmon SNYDER at > fooâ€"A+ his Drug Store, m _ DENTIST. Office Open Daily, Office: Canadian Block, Berlin. King 8t. Waterloo, MOJL P. BRAUN ARLES N. ROCKEL Hahn‘s Bakery MISCELLANEOUS MEDICAL DENTAL LIVERIES oo kss ahf ies Li us3