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“Docsor, what does he mean ’1” cried Lizzie, turning in agony toward the old physician. “0 why does he talk so strangely 2” When James Smith and Lizzie Ashwood were married the sun of their existence shone in a cloudless sky. ,The husband was rich, handsome and accomplishedâ€"and more. He was a man. He had own his Wild 0 ts in reasonable measure and reeped a fair crop of regrets, and his ex~ perience with the world had given him a strength of character he never would have obtained oiherwise, besides teach- ing him to appreciate to their fullest ex- tent the rare beauties of truth and purity‘ And these he found in his love- ly bride, who coupled a varm tempers- ment with the clear light of a. woman’s brightest jewel, and who did what is either woman's greatest wisdom or subli- mes's follyâ€"idolized her husband. PART 1. A queer baby that. A strange anomal- ona mixture of mental infancy and physi- cal manhood. In short, the Smiths were as happy a couple as could be found in the city, and society had no brighter ornament upon hat diadem than they. The accident occurred in the third year of their wedded life. It was a com- mon-place accident enough, an unman- ageable ho: a, a. swift-moving locomotive --a. wrecked carriage, and a man lying pale and cold, and covered with blood, “If he opens his eyes ” she ha'd said, “whether it be to live or die, mine must be the firsrbrthing he sees." So together they watched. and nursed, and battled with the terrible stupor which had imprisoned his faculties, tak- ing turns in sleeping, but neither leaving the sick man’s chamber for any length of time. It was a. weary while of waiting, but their love knew no flagging ; this heroic woman, this dear, patient, loving old doctor! But at length the poor batter- ed brain awoke to the consciousness that the attendant nerves were in pain, and testified its appreciation of the fact by a good honest groan which rang through the room in pleasant contrast to the solemn sil'nce which had hitherto held possession of his form. “Now, look sharp, my child," said the dear old physician, voice and hand trembling as he seized the wrist of the sufferer. “He may open his eyes at any moment.” “Baby hungry. Do you hear? hungry, I say." “James. My darling! Do y know me '1" “Baby hungry. Oh-h-h 1 Giv eat by the roadside. And when J amen Smith’s unconscious form was carried home on a. stretcher, it was an open ques- tion whether it could be called a man or a corpse. For three days and nights Lizzie watched by her husband's aide, disobedi- ent to all commgpd to thp cpnnrgry. How tenderly she bent the brown eyesâ€"so beautiful, but oh, so wearyâ€"to catch the first faint gleam of recognition 1 It was a. glance of wife and mother com- bined. As she watched, pressing her hand agalnst her fiercely beating heart, there came a change in the face before her ; the muscles were contracted into an expression of pain, and then after a. mo- ment the eyes were slowly unclosed and gazed vacantly and without recognition into hers. She poured into them the great wealth of her heart, but her implor- ing glances met with no answering ones. In their stead came a sour, peevish ex- pression, and in a. thin, childish voice, which bore no resemblance to the manly bass of James Smlth, he cried out 2 “God bless you, my dear!” ex- claimed the old physician that had doctored the Smiths for two generations. “God bless you, my dear, we will nurse him together.” We meet to niuhtâ€"a band of far ofi,triendp IaongAaeye redyeu s Whoa? llves have se pirate ends. Rich friends m d po( 1-, whose hesnhs bright 0r drear; ' But gleoge then all, "Good 9: eed I r s t ey are here! Why came the Child. who this fair I: was born. Butthst darklives should sometimes tbs mom ‘1 Shake hands ; and. song a min : "Peace umo all on towards men 1" Pol-chance some heart. from thy glad board 11th ranged ; Some heart from thee by grief or chance estranged ; Hedge 11in “(Rd speed!" at'hia thy Christ. BABY'S CHRISTMAS TREE. 11335 cheer. As in old days when he, in love. Wny cape the Child who this 7 7 loin I " Letbethe buried Past. and sottlg say :_ "God speed. pam- chud. upon t y solitary fwd}?! Perohance mâ€"night some fading 7 7 here. Who source may see another dying year ; Pledge them "God speed " upon their ‘ â€" 7' thorn "Good night and may the star of Bethle- hem Shag. when Quay {912 asleep. the same zure ism Way. A sweet “good night” until the break of ’day: 7 Why carpa the Child who th’s fair night 7 'wria born. Buy to bring back the feet that "Tight on mein !“ Perohance to night the vacant chair is seen On one v'vT‘ose grave 91 ill blooms in memory P96 11 ; 116 R8 h1_m "God speed "as though he atiil 7 06 n? Shed not a ten. but when ya hear the swam, Echgifg through heaven of merry Yuletide e 1r Rejoice: ahqlax upon me grave a crown of 7 Were here. Thoggh gone before thee into life‘s New H V {was born. _ But for Heaven’s burns to reap H15 golden i'whs born. Bnt‘txom their brown 10 loose the dying "’YEM”: Why name the Child who this fair night 'thahibn'jlea x BY HAROLD W. RAYMOND. hungry. Oh-h-hl Give baby Yule-Tide. My darling! Do you not parting. sing Love's earth. and good will “Good 3: eed 1' ' Bilme whoze hearlhs are this fair night IVE, was near. this fair nizht row m for eyes are Baby see The old physician was now trembling visibly. Professional habit struggled vainly with personal feeling, and he found it impossible to veil his emoxions. He bent over the prostrate form, and spoke to it in a. voice that he could not for the life of him control. .- “James, my lad. you haw gotten me, Doctor White, your have you? Look at me well, don't; be in a hurry.’_’ No answer but the old one; “Baby hungxy ; give baby eat 1” Sudden‘y the voice of the doctor changed to the sweetly silly tone in which the best of men are wont to spgak to children. .mn n “Is'e baby hungry '3” he said. “Well, ’6 little baby shall be fed ; yes he shall. Shall old Whitey look after his own baby boy? Shall old \Vhitey give his baby some pggper _drgps Alf 1‘ a VAâ€" 44n-:_LA r‘rr‘- ' l. A sudden flash of intelligence came into the invalid’s eyes, at; the sound of the word “Whitey,” and when the words “pepper drops " were uttered he clapâ€" ped his hands together and crowed wish delight. “v . . . . v . As for the loving Jld doctor, whose ex- periment had been only too successful, he broke down entirely, and turning aside his head, fell to sobbing like the vegiest. baby in the land. To Lizzie’s quick intuition the scene needed no in- terpreter, and without a sound she sank upon the floor and quietly fainted away, Lizzie‘s theory was that by patient teaching she could slowly drag her hus- band’s brain from the gulf which it had tumbled. In her secret heart she ed that they would some day reach a point Where the missing link of memory lay, and then suddenly all would come back to him. and she would be the proud possessor of a. twice won husband. Per- haps it was this belief that gave her com-- age to face her task, for hope is a power- ful stimulant. It is very probable that this secret faith was a little in the nature of a chimera, but who can help honoring Lizzie for holding fast by it '1 In the three years f0 lowing the acci- dent, her success was not of a. very start- ling kind, but there was at least a. gain. Baby soon learned to know and love the sweet face which was so constantly before him-to love it as a. child loves its mo- therâ€"~and after a. somewhat protracted struggle, to obey her also. This was a very necessary lesson, for Baby’s hands were mischief-loving, and being very strong hands, he must look upon her as a. master, or she never could get along with him This happened a little over three years prior to the time of our story, and during the intervening time Lizzie’s life was ab- sorbed in the trying occupation of caring for Baby. Three years 1 Easy enough to write the words, but hard to suffer them when coupled with imprisonment. But it is not my purpose to dwell upon the miseries of her lotâ€"a task for which my heroine would not thank me ; fl r though there was a constant torture in seeing the man she loved changed into a mental child, his brain living over the infant days and making him a constant source of worriment, Lizzie never allowed herself to succumb to the darkness which en- shrouded her life. With the heroic measure of courage, which all true we- men who love possess, she rose above the grief that hung upon her heart, and made her self-enforced incarceration a thing of laughter and song. The lesson of obedience being learned, the patient teacher set to work to seek the broken ends of memory, and if possi- ble to bind them together Once more. Day after day, with a. patience that was marvellous, she labored at her task; night after night she poured out a. prayer for strength, never giving up the hope which glowed like a. burning coal in her bosom. V People wondered that a. society woman, young and beautiful, and accomplished, should give up her social pleasures for such a hopeless, thankless task; but I tell pecple, that society women are the kind that do this thing when their hearts are touched. I do not join hands with those who satirize those upon whom for- tnne has smiled, for I believe this weak. ness lies in their circumstances. Give them an opportunity and they are Florence Nightingales and Lizzie Ash» woods. 1 wish the scoffers at society women could have peeped into the pretty home which had become such a prison house for my heroine. To see the great man- baby plying her with the most foolish questions, which she never failed to answer, though he forgot and repeated lhem within a few minutes ; to see them pouring so industrioust over A. B, G, which he never could remember, though he tried so hard ; to see her spinning his top, or amusing him with a doll or jump- jack, while he sat upon the floor clapping his hands and laughing like the veriest babe in the land ; or when in the dusk of approaching evening he knelt upon the floor beside her, gazing into her face as she sang sweet songs to him. If sights like these would not make you how in reverence, there is a certain bump in your head that needs developing. The sing- ing hours were especially touching; for music seemed to come nearer the 1 st link of memory than anything else, and Lizzie often noticed wizh a. fluttering heart that sometimes a far-off questioning look came into the great gray eyes as her soft voice rose and fell in gentle song, as if he were striving himself to catch up the broken ends, and she sang with re- doubled energy, throwing her very soul into her voice. But Christmas was coming, and Lizzie had promised to give Baby 8. Christmas tree. She had told him all about) the beautiful Santa who brought; to good children an immense amount of uncom- pressible material down an exceedingly small chimney-hole and the big hands had clapped together with such delight that she determined that Santa Claus PART II. have; your old friend, me well, my boy; one ; “Baby should come to Baby, whatever might be bide. Icannot tell all the preparations for that Christmas tree, delightful though the task would be, for a. herd-hearted editor warns me that I am apt to be long- Winded and tedious when I get to Wrest- ing with print. How she struggled to keep young Mr. Inquisitive out of the fateful chamber while the carpenter was putting up the tree ; how she stole away from him at unexpected moments ‘to stick on stray ornamen‘ts, rushing back in a. violent hurry lest he should follow her I It required a great deal of sharp manoeu- vering on her patt to get the magic fruit upon the evergreen without attracting his attention, but she succeeded in doing it, and the Christmas tree was at length ready for lighting. On Christmas Eve, after the supper and evening songs had been concluded. Lizzie coaxed Baby into undressing and dressing Dolly in the parlor while she slipped up stairs, and with the help of her maid got the tree lighted and burn- ing merrily. Then going to the head of the stairs she called to Baby, who, obedi- ent to her voice, came running up to meet her. Imagine, if you can, the unbounded astonishment and delight of our huge in- fant at seeing a real Christmas tree; as if, poor fellow l he had not seen a score of them in his normal childhood I Like a child who sees the starry evergreen for the first time, twinkling in its fantastic way, his mind seemed to halt between pleasure and awe, and while he showed his delight by sundry chucklings and crowings, he clung very fast to Lizzie‘s hand at the same time. After a few mo- ments though, he became accustomed to the novel objects, and sitting down upon the floor, began to play quite contente y with some bright colored bonbons, that Lizzie pulled from the tree for hlm. Lizzie never remembered exactly what called her from the room; she had just left it for a moment intending to return without delay, when she heard the sound of something falling, and then acry of terror in Baby's voice. Rushing back into the chamber she was almost paralyed with horror at seeing the Christmas tree lying upon the floor, and Baby’s light clothing in a blaze. For an instant ner limbs refused to do their office, but Lizzie’s schooling had taken all the non- sense out of her, and her presence of mind returned almost on the second. Without a word she ran into her own bed room, and tore a blanket from the bed ; but before she could get back again Baby’s tall form dashed into the hall, and with a long cry fell the whole length of the stairs and lay, a motionless mass, on the floor below. When the old doctor reached the house, he found all that remained of Baby lying upon Lizzie’s bedâ€"dead. At least so it. seemed to the unprofessional eye, but doctors are not so easily satisfi- ed. “Why, Lizzie darling, what makes you so pale and weary looking ’l And why am I so weak and full of pain? Have I been ill, little Wife 'I" “Yes, James, you have been very ill 7" “Well, I shall get; well now. Tell me all abontit, dear. But not nowâ€"I am too tired. “His pulse beats,” cried the physician who immediately began to tear away the charred clothing from Baby’s chest; and to chafe and handle various portions of his body. Lizzie was quickly bending above him, and sure enough Baby's was slowly open- ed and gazed into here. Baby eyes, do we say 7 What is it that makes her stagger and turn so pale, so that the doctor has (:0 prevena her falling ? It is not Baby's voice that spanks to her ’in such tender accents :â€" “I find no broken bones," he said, “nor any serious bruises. See ‘. Lizzie. He breaths I he moves I quick my dear, he is about. to open his eyes.” And James Smith kmt his word and got well. After this will you call him a. mythâ€"that hlsborical character, I mean who “jumped into another bush and scratched them in again 7.” Standing on your nose, “I have no ob- jection to a mother-in-law.” Lying on your back, “Assist. me.” One leg in the air, “Catch me.” Two legs in the air, “Mashed.” Hitting back of your head with your heel, “I am gone." Suddenly placing your 1925 horizontslly on the floor like the letter V indicates, “I am paraly zed. ” A backward flip of the heels and aud- den cohesion of the knees to the floor in- dicates, “May Iskate the next music with you?" Lying on your right side. “My heart is at your feet.” Punching your neighbor on the stomach with your left; foot, “lamon to your little game. ” A young negro man looked in at the Window of the Aclanba Police Station and anxigusly inquired z" “Capt/n, i8 you alla got Bill Davis in the callyboeae yet I" “Yes. Do you want to see him 3" “No, nah! I dens wanted to ax’ 1m ; 1 dose wanted to know whudder 1 Good go down tar his house tel-night. " “Well, you can ask him.” “I don’t) wancer to ex ’im ; I dens want- ed ter know at he was hyar an’ gwinter stay in." I "What do you mean ’1" “Well, bees, I'se co’tin’ Bill‘s gal, an’ â€"-an’â€"â€"yer 366, Fee be berry same. nigger what he busted do wn er panel ob defence wid lae’ Chusdny night." SKATING FLIR'I‘ATION. Au Anxious Suitor. The Wonderful Powers "ourhsafed 'to an Invalid in nu- Last Illness. The following incidents happened dur- ing thelast illness of a'relative of the writerl and have never before been published. ‘ The deceased was a young married woman, about the age of 32. She left one child. Her husband was a mechanic, and she herself wasby trade a coat-maker, at which occupation she worked until about three weeks before her death. She was apleas- ant-tempered woman. the daughter of a well-to-do farmer in New Hampshire, brought up in the usual plain manner of the region. When she first ceased her work and acknowledged herself an invalid her symptoms were feverishness and an unusual activity of mind, which was at first called flightiness, then hysterics, and later insanity. As a matter of fact, how- ever, she was entirely normal in her men- tal action up to the very last, excepting in the matter of clairvoyance. She was cheerful and happy. She did not appear to have any serious function 31 disturbance outside of the brain. Soon after she was taken sick she told her husband: “I am much sicker than the doctor thinks me ; I am going to die pretty soon. I don't mean that I am really sick, for I am not ; but I am going to die, that is all." She made complete armgements for her fune- ral, and gave directions for paying the expenses out of her own money in the bank. She told her husband one day: I ‘ am going to die. Now it won't hurt me ‘ any. but I know of course that you Wlll soon marry again. Only if 1 were you I would wait awhile because it will look better ; otherwise the neighbors will think that you do not care for me, but I know you do.” A few days latter she said: Never mind what I said the other day about marrying again; it " "I: make the least bit of difi'erence e you can marry just as soon as you Ill-\u She sint for several of her r913hIV( s who had become estranged in f amin differ- ences, and had them make up their quar- rels. In this vein of cheerful content her life ebbed away without any well-defined reason. - The queer thing in her sickness was the development of genuine clairvoyance of a kind which no theory satisfactorily ex- plains. Upon one occasion her mother came in the room after having left it for a few moments and found her making her bed. She said: “Emma, you :ught not to do that; let me do It." “Oh, no;" she said, “I am strong enough to do it. Aunt Mercy is coming down. She just started a few minutes ago, and you know how she hates to find anything in disorder.’ After a look in the glass the invalid re- turned to the bed, and in a few moments had the satisfaction of Aunt Marcy’s ap- proval. Nothing was thought of this at the time, but a few days later another case happened. The family doctor could make nothing of her sickness, and dispos- ed of it under that convenient carry-all “hysterics.” So, without her knowledge her mother sent to a town some thirty miles away for a more skilful physician. a relative of the family. The next mirn. ing as she and her mother were together she suddenly remarked: “Why there is Dr. Lsthrop just getting off the cars How fast he walks.” Then a few min- utes later, she laughed and said : “Why, how fast the doctor does walk ; and he is coming the long way round, too. Why don't be take the short cut '1” Presently the doctor came in, out of breath, when she immediathly said : “ O h, I saw you running; but Why didn't you take ‘the short cut 2 But of course you wouldn't know.” Another day she said to her mother, “What made you tell father to come down here to day ? He is too lame to walk so far ’3" Her mother replied that she had not done so, and that she had no idea that he would come. “Oh, yes,” said Emma, “he is started and he is just passing Mr. Smith’s now.” So she went on from time to time, telling how far he had got. until at the end he came in, just as she had seen him. One day she said to her aunt, who was with her, “Uncle Jo has just started to come up to see me. but what did he get those blue pants for?” Uncle Jo lived about forty miles away. Her aunt said, “I don't dnow. I should think Jo would look well in blue." Then the invalid said. “Oh, yes, he has got a blue coat. Well, it is becoming to him." After a little while she said : “He is now opposite Ipswich, but he will not stop." When the train arrived Uncle Jo was on it, in the new blue suit, as she had seen him. When he came in she said: “What made you get off on the wrong side of the train at P l I thought sou Would get left.” Uncle Jo owned up to having got- ten ofl' upon the wrong side at the junc~ tion and to having had a narrow escape from being left. Upon another day she said to her mothâ€" er, “I am going to have a party this week; Aunt Lizzie will wear her new black silk, and she has the funniest new collar that I ever saw.” She then described the collar to her mother, who humor-ed her, and said: “Oh, no, Emma, I guess I would not have the partyithis week.” ‘ ‘N o. I guess I will put it off until next week,’ said Emma. “Then Aunt Abbey will have to get her new dress done." A day or two later she sald: “Aunt; Lizzie is coming here; she is at Ipswich, and is romlng here on her way home:" Then after a. few minutes, “I am so sorry; she has just decided that she will not come." The “party” was her funeral. The new (item: and the strange collar were worn, and Aunt Lizzie had been at Ips- wich when Emma. saw her there, and had intended to visit her but changed her mind. The incidents here given are true. They are but samples OfVlnany others which took place during this strange sickness. No autopsy was allowad It was the opinion of the distant physician that her disease was cerebral. But in what way disease could operate to liberate the sense from their customary bondage STRAN GE (‘L Al RVOYANC E. to time and space the physician had no opinion to offer. The writer will add that a cousin of the deceased had in child- hood the gift of seeing friends at remote distances by the aid of a “magic atone” held in a. hat, into which he looked. The faculty was tested at the time, and seem- ed to exist beyond dispute. It was lost at a. later age. TNEwyltomody for Diphtheria. The medical world in just now all alive concerning a. new discovery in the man- ner of treating diphtheria, commonly known as “croup” or“bufi‘y angina." To Dr. Delthil we are indebted for this new improvement (says L9. Poussin). It ap- pears that the idea. was _thoug‘ht‘ofF to try 8n fowls the remedy intended for the cure of man. Mr. Weber reported to the Veterinary Society that he had experi- mented on a. whole poultry-yard invaded by diphtheria. From the moment the treatment was adopted, all the fowls which were not ill were safe from infec‘ tion. and the epidemic ceased immedi- ately. The following is the treatment employed: “Turpentine and tar are mixed together, and the whole is burned in a well-closed house, where the victims of the disease are roosting. Immediately a. thick. black smoke fills the place, con~ vet-ting the inmatesinto “regularsweeps,” and shortly after the moat favorable svmptoms appear. viz., the detaching of the spurious membranes, the moisture of the mucus, and the result is a perfect cure in the majority of cases. This treat- ment, however dirty and strange. has been experimented on man and beast with great success. New trials are about to be made on a number of sub- jects. is the title of an interesting illustrated treatise (96 pages) sent, post-paid, for three letter stamps. Address World's Dispensary Medical Associ stion, Bufl‘alo, “IN-lays are Dangerous." If you aré pale. emaclated; have a hack- ing cough, with night-sweats, spitting of blood and shortness of breath, you have no time to lose. Do not hesitate too long â€"’till you are past cure ; for taken in its early stages, consumption can be cured by the use 0t Dr. Plerce’s “Gulden Medical Discovery,” as thousands can testify. By druggista. Bad colds and sore throats float in on cool winds and by reason of thin gar- ments. Good thoughts are fragrant spears of green grass, enjoyed even after they have faded. “Yes ; I shall break the engagement," she said, folding her arms and looking de- fiant ; “it is reslly too much trouble to converse with him ; he's as deaf as a post, and talks like he had a. mouthful of mush. Besides the way he hawks and spits is disgusting.” “Don't break the engage- ment for that ; tell him to take Dr. Sage’s Catarrh Remedy. It will cure hlm com- pletely." “Well, I'll tell him. I do hate to break it: off, for in all other respects he’s quite too charming.” Of course it cured his catarrh. Laugh and be cheerful and generous, that others may grow fat and happy over your good works. As if by Magic. This is always the case when Polson’a NERVILINE is applied no any kind of pain ; in is sure to disappear as if by magic. Stronger, more penetrating, and quicker in action than any other remedy in the world. 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So called respectable people would hesitate considerable before pilferlng your pockets in a crowded thoroughfare. That would be too too. The same dis- crimination is not indicated by the so- called respectable druggist when that wonderful corn cure, PUTNAM’S Pmtrss CORN Exrnsc'ron, is asked for. He will pilfer your pockets in the most genteel manner by substituting cheap and a anger- ous substitutes for the genuine Putnam’s Corn Extractor. Watch for these gentle- men, and take none other than Putnam’s Corn Extractor. Sold by druggists everywhere. N. O. Polson & 00.. King- ston. proprs. The best lung protectors are dry feet and warm, comfortable body clothing, no exposures, and no late suppers or dissi- pation. Woman and “or Diseases;