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THE EAGLE, BURNSVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA. WOMAN’S NERVES MADE STRONG By Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Winona, Minn. — ■* I suffered for more fbnn a year from nervousness, and was so bad 1 could not rest at night— would lie awake and get so neiwous I would have to get up and walk around and in the morning would be all tired out. I read about Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- f ound and thought would try it. My nervousness soon left me. I sleep well and feel fine in the morning and able to do my work. I gladly recom mend Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound to make weak nerves strong.”—Mrs. Albsrt Sultzb, 603 Olmstead St., Winona, Minn. How often do we hear the expressioa amongwomen, ‘‘1 am so ner\’ous, I can not sleep,” or “it seems as though I should fly. ” Such women should profit Iw Mrs. Sultze's experience and give this famous root and herb remedy, Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound, a trial. For forty years it has been overcom ing such senoue conditions as displace ments, inflammation, ulceration, irreg ularities, periodic pains, backache, diz ziness, and nervous prostration of women, and is now considered the stan dard remedy for such ailments. Tin Peddler CBb Co. Tree That Wouldn't Die. Oue of the giant redwoods in Men docino count}-, California, h.as shown that in spite of Us combined foes, the wind and the forest fire, it has made up its mind to keep right on living In the same spot where it lias stood for dozens of years. Daring a terrible storm on the mountain the top of this big tree was broken oil, and later the trunk was nearly destroyed by a for est fire; yet enough vitality remained for a young tree to rise from ihe roots of the older one and to grow up within the wide trunk wliich serves as a pro tection against tlie wind. Tlie original tree was a magnificent specimen more than 11 feet in diameter, towering high In the air, and its youthful successor should lie of goodly size when the old stump is ready to fall away.—St. Niciiola.s. FRECKLES Now Is the Time to Get Rid of These Ugly Spot* There’s no Innser ihe sllshtest need of feeling eahamed of jour freckles, as Olbine—double- atrenstU—Is guaranteed to remove these liomel? spots. Simply get an onnee of Othinej-double strength—from your drugglet, and apply’ a little of U night and morning and you should soon see appear, vhllc the lighter . tlrely. It Is seldom that la needed to completely c a beantlful clear have Tailshed en- lore than one oimce r the skin and gaio e flouhia strength Othlne, piarantee of money back ■eblfs—AdT, Not So Mere. The small boy sometimes sees straight and sees fur, says the Chris tian Science M^inlfor. John stood liigli' in hia exaiiiiniitlon. but a girl took the highest mark. His fiitlier was indig nant. “John, I am surprised to find you have allowed yourself to be beaten by a mere girl.” “Yes, father,” .said John, unblush- ingly, “I have: but' I can tell you something—girls are not so very mere after all.” She Was Used to It. ' Mrs. Patrician renim-ked to the new servant: “I suppo.se, Mary .4.nn, you overheard my husband and me con versing ratlii-r earnestly this morn- Ingt” “Indeed, I did that, mum,” replied Mary Ann. “I hope that you did not consider that anything unusual was going on.” “Nivpr a bit, mum. I wanst had a husband mesclf. mum, and niver a day passed that the neighbors didn't be lieve that one or the otlier'uv us would be kilt entolrely.” Indian Warriors. A company of soldiers recniited from the Mohawk tribe of Indians was sent to England for training several weeks ago and is now in action on tlie conti nent. A diplomat Is a man who is able to use the truth economically -and Judl- elou.sly. ECONOMY talk: is all ri^tit- ECONOMY PRACTICE is better. H INSTANT POSTUM is an economy drink—absoluiely no waste. Besides^ it is convenient, saves fuel and su^ar, and leaves nothing to be desired in the ■way of flavor . TRYA CUP! “Mr. Valentine’s late,” announced Esther, as Matilda came in with her hands full of arbutus. “Did you see him anywhere? I’m anxious to have that blue gingham.” Matilda, cheeks as pink as the flow ers she carried, laughed with all the joy of her twenty years. “I wasn’t looking for any old tin-peddler,” she replied. “Not even if he is a traveling department store and bringing my dear aunt her new summer gown. I was listening to the robins and the blessed little spring peepers, and hunting for ' Slnyflowers. IVhy, auntie dear, it’s 1 spring—and summer is coming, and I anytlilng may happen In summer, even if you do live deep in the woods and have only one old horse to go gadding with.” Esther caught but a part of her I words. She was at the window, look- i Ing after a great automobile that was thundering madly down the narrow country road, scattering hens and dust Impartially. “I should rather have a horse than one of those de.stroyers,” she declared. “And surely something will happen right now if it meets anything.” Before the machine was out of sight it happened. Old Mr. Valentine, driv ing his old horse and his box of a ped dler's cart op the narrow road had no chance. The horse, leaped to escape the monster bearing down upon him, but that did not save the cart from the blow. Freed from hanging splinters, old Peter gnlioped away out of sight and was not located lor several days. In the other direction the car raced as madly, its drunken occupants intent oniy on escape from what tliey vaguely realized as a “smash.” When Esther and Matilda reached the wreck they found the wagon less damaged than had seemed po.ssibie. Old Peter had swung it mightily, and ' splinters and scratches were the worst of its hurts. Not so with Mr. Valen tine. He lay in the road, unconscious. “It’g his hip,” said Aunt Esther, stooping to examine his injuries. “We mustn’t move him. Run and telephone for the doctor. And bring pillows when you come back. I’ll watch In case anybody comes.” Old Mr. Valentine was a relic of the past. Before the days of automobiles, drummers and mail-order houses, he and his peddler’s cart had been as reg ular, if not as frequent, on these coun try roads, as the mall stage. He was progressive, too, and carried not only the conventional kitchen ware and brooms of the tin peddler, but buttons, thread, cloth, ribbon; anything that the dwellers In the country, far from stores, might want. He was Indeed, ns Matilda had called him. a traveling department store. Now the advent of automobues ow^ed by the farmers had almost billed his trade, but there were a few customers who bought from him for the sake of old times. There were some, too, like Miss Esther, who liked the cheery little old man and looked forward to his monthly visit. When ever he came to Miss Esther’s house he timed his arrival to be able tojitay to dinner, and she somehow knew his favorite dishes and they always ap peared on the table when he came. Remember, Mr. Valentine had been coming for many years. Miss Esther knew about his son, too, who was a commercial traveler, and about the wife, who had died when the boy was born. Now she sat with his head in her lap, watching the road for the doctor’s buggy. “Broken hip,” said the doctor. “I thought it might be when Maltida called up, so I brought Allck along to help me move him. Run uliead and get the room ready, girls. This Is no woman’s job here—Alick, rip a picket off Miss Esther’s fence.” Next day, the old wagon, repaired by Alick and the doctor, stood in Miss Esther's barn, no more helpless than the impatient man that lay in the spare bed. “He's worryin’ about bis trip some thin’ awful,” Esther confided to Ma tilda. “I know it ain’t good for him, bein’ so upset in his mind.” “I'll go in and talk to him.” Twenty minutes later she danced out of the room. “Aunt Esther, he’s all right now. I’m going to finish the trip for him, and you must get Flora Wlilppie to come and help you do tbe w'ork.” “Matilda Peters, what are you talkin’ about? And where are you goin’ to get a horse?. And how do you know where to go? And what if you should meet a drunken automobile, like he did?” “I'm going to take your hor.se, dar ling. And I've got a little brown book here that tells me just where to go. And I'm going to take my chance on a drunken automobile—and everything else. It’s going to be the greatest fun!" . And it was. Everywhere she drove the queer-looking old box of a cart, all honeycombed with drawers and closets, packed full of good reliable merchan dise, she met with weieome. She had only to produce the little brown book v.iih orders given the month before, to liiicl eager interest and sympathetic in quiry ai'out Mr, Valentine. And while JIlss Matilda was gathering Mr, Val- ■ ayii'-’s Imrvest of dollars, a letter she had written for him before starting was Lav'cig almost as varied travels TO SHEAR SHEEP BY MACHiNE Inexperienced Person Can Do Work Very Nicely—More Wool Ob tained Than by Hand. To slicar sheep by hand takes an experienced man, but %vith a machlue an Inexperienced person can do the ork nicely. A good maclilne costs 38 than $12, and more wool can be obtained than through shearing by band. After the fleece has been taken off, all tags and dust should be re- as she. It was following Mr. Robert 1 Blaisdell on his annual trip through • Virginia. At last it caught up with him and told him very briefly that his father, Mr. Valentine Blaisdell, had met with an accident, but wo.s being cared for by an old friend. Miss Esther Peters, while the writer was endeavor ing to carry on his business to the best of her ability. On his—Mr. Robert’s return—she would be pleased to fur nish him with a statement of the finan cial situation. It was signed “Matilda Peters.” “Holy cats!" gasped Robers Blais dell, “poor old pa—laid up in the clutches of two old maids, who ■will probably run up a pretty bill of ex pense-financial situation, indeed.” And as another and worse thought flashed over him, “Lordy, perhaps they’ll marry him!” A delayed schedule on the railroad brought Robert Blaisdell’s train into the station nearest the village where his father was .still confined just three hours late. As he was Inquiring about a conveyance to take him to Miss Esther Peters’ house, a peculiar-look ing w.ngon drove by. He was .standing so that he did not see it, and his men tal state precluded his hearing any thing so common as wagon wheels or horse’s hoofs. The station agent, who did not like the livery roan, saw it. “Vliat makes you hire a rig, any way?” he suggested. “Save your three dollars and fide up along if you want to see Mis.3 Esther. That wagon you see up ahead is goin’ to the.very house. Belongs to the tin-peddier, old Mr. Valentine. He got a terrible spill ’bout six weeks ago and he's been laid up at Esther's house ever since. She’s takln’ care of him—and—well, he didn't waste much time takin’ that advice,” he fin ished to the empty air. For Robert Blaisdell was racing up the dusty road after his fathet’s wagon, now in the hands of that money-grabbing old hen; he’d lose no time telling her where she got off. This was too good a chance to miss. Matilda, driving contentedly home ward, heard the hoarse shouts. “Hi— hi—here—you, wait a minute.” She stopped. Robert Blaisdell, red and hot from his pursuing race, loped to the front of the cart. He, too, stopped, and said not another word. He took off his hat and panted. Ma tilda waited, politely. She could see that he was quite disturbed. "Don't hurry,” she said. “You’re awfully out of breath.” “T bog your pardon,” he gasped at last. “But the station agent said thi.s wagon was going—said it was—said— oh, darn it—I’m Robert Blaisdell—may I ride up to see my father with you?” He wondered who this pretty girl was that was helping out that old Ma tilda thing as they drove along the .shady road.s. Not that he knew the roads were shady—he knew only that the girl had yellow hair—real hair, not bleached stuff—and brown eyes that were straightforward and friend ly, and a lovely white skin—and, oh, yes, there were three little freckles right by her nose. And he hoped she Jived near Miss Esther Peters. She was telling him about the acci dent. She .seemed to know a lot about it. “So Mis' Esther’s taking care of hlrti, is she?” he replied at last. “I'm sure that’s very kind of her. And shall I see Miss Maltida, too? She wrote me this letter.” The girl turned and^looked at him. She laushed. “You’re looking at her now,” she said. ,‘Tm Matilda.” Robert could stay only two days that first time. But he went back to the main office and told them about the crying needs of his wares in a certain neglected rural district. And they toia him to go there in pity’s name and soil his goods, so he came back very soon. And again and again—for a broken hip does not mend easily—especially when the hones are not as young as they once were. When, in July, Mr. Valentine was able to sit on the porch, Robert came a.gain, and found the three engaged in the “financial situation.” “Boh,” said his father, “this girl has enlarged the business. Her receipts for the last three months are more than mine were a year ago. “I don’t know but what I’ll retire and turn the cart over to her.” Miss Esther blu.shed at the look he gave her. “I’m going to tell him, Esther,” Mr. Valentine went on. “If he’s got any eyes in his head, he knows It already. Yes—Bob, she’s go ing to take care of me all the rest of . my days, and with Esther for a wife, j I don’t much care whether the old leg j gets well or not. I shan't want to run 1 very far away from her. So, Bob, give j your mothor-to-be a kiss, and perhaps ; you can kiss your new cousin as well.” | “Oh, Mr. Valentine!” And Matilda I was off the porch in a flash, down ! among the rose bushes. Rut not too | far away to miss what Robert was i saying. “Cousin? Not on your life! Don’t you know first cousins can’t marry la ! this state?” ; The Usual Thing. !■ “I have never, during my somewhat.; extended career, been any more Indus- j trlous than I was obliged to be,” con- j fessed old Timrod Tarpy. “I usuall.v j scamped and slighted every disagree-)! able duty as much as possible. I usedfi no partlcuiar intelligence in my busi- i ness operations, but generally took the ' line of least resistance and trusted to luck to come out all right. So now, having made practically a failure of .1 my own affairs, I am ready to sit in | my easy clinir.for the balance of my life and complain about the lack of business sense, the utter shiftlcssness an,d the aliysmally trifling ways of tlie present generation. In short, I am now almut to become a perfoi'liy nor mel old bore.”—Kansas City Star. moved and the wool tied in a neat bundle with wool twine. The wool should then be packed in wool sacks and either shipped to a reliable com mission firm or sold to buyers. msniNGTW 5IDELIGnT5 Washington Expert Tells All About “Jazz” Music aI in succession. “The jazz ■ New Oi'leaiis W VSIIINGTON.—Meyer Davis of this cit.v. who has been dubt^d the “king of the “jazzers," is quoted by n Boston Post reporter who interviewed him as having said that jazz music, while having Wagner beaten a mile for harmony, cannot be written because played the same way twice in succession. jazz originated in a section Orleans known as Congo place, ’^and has been transplanted to gilded hostelrles, the homes of the rich and (o all places where tlie canned-music macliinos give voice," said Davis. “Will the jazz craze last?" ques- ■d the newspaper man. "Like the music they Imported from the wave-washed shores of Hono- quickly become a thing of the past. It’s a r , t>layer takes a piece of music and plays w take any sort of a melody and jazz It up lulu," replied Davis, “ It w elty, and iliat D all. A ji ain't there. The good juzzer by putting all sbrts of ‘blues’ in, with a generous sprinkling of ragtime vari ations. A typical jazz bund is coraposed__of instruments of greatest noise- making power. Let me explain. You must have the slide trombone, with a bottle of oil handy. Then a drummer, with a complete assortment of kitchen utensils, and a cornetist, who must have finished execution and technique, ns the ragging of the melody depends on him. Clarionet? Sure! He plays all the convolutlons,*evolutions and variations. And then the pianist. That will do for a small bunch of jaz.zers.” ‘What effec^ioes jazz music have,on liumini beings?” asked the reporter. “What effec^ioes jazz music li “It will a wooden man like a boy of sixteen,” he replied. dance, and ( “But this Is our fault,” protested one of the two men. The head waiter didn’t deny it. “Wo can only punish the waiter who disobeyed our rules,” Many Small Potatoes Wasted. There are nearly 120,CHJO,000 bush els of small potatoes wasted In the United States every year, all of which could be used in making bread. Hope against hope, and ask till y« receive.—James Montgomery- Things That Impress One in National Capital S nMETHiNd of the old air of leisure still clings to Washington’s amuse ments, particularly regarding baseball. One writer observes: “One day 'i.st summer the score was 14 to 2, -in favor of Detroit, ninth inning, two out. Ill New York nobody would have re- —- trained to hear the death rattle of the Wjct.betch^ But in Washington no- I'ody—not even the ceiefrated 'stnig- giing few’—got up to go. I observed that tlie Washington fan was a good -port; be didn't concede the game un til the last man was out. 'Good sport, iiothin.g,’ said Tad; a CafWonlSF—1^, as he might prefer me to .say, the car toonist. ‘These guys stick around aSi long ns they can. They’ve got no where to go wlien the game’s ove^”’ After the “sight hounds,” who will find many foreign and Teutonic n^^s cflrA-ed on Washington’s architecture, Washington is perhaps best knovfn for Its lack of anything like ithe street and subway service of New .York and for its pronunciations. ' “Wasiiington Is full .of the^Athaletic Young Man, He speaks of avviatlon and datta and SUSpects and the'slngle .corps; and everybody but the presi dent, the secretary of war and rnt3„^speaks of cantonements. But our ntha- letlc young men, heaven bless themrStye fine soldiers, and tlm fire against the enemy is no less effective because the men sending It call it barrodge. What will win the war I am not prepared to say; th.cihgh I do read the ndver- tlseineuts; 'out nobody has advanced that diction and enunciation will, wir ihe war.” 1 octogenarian to feel Wanted to Keep Promise He Made the Children A FARMER man wanted peppermint stick candy, pink and white. You can’t find old-timey sweets like that these days, except in hack-.street shops that don’t count, but the clerk could give him caramels, conserve.s, glaces, mallows, fudge.s— But the farmer was set on peppermint stick candy. _ ,~y~ pink and white. He had promised the children the last thing before starting for the city. They were going to help him out with the crop—ami he had to get them what they asked for. His disappointment had put a real worry line between his . yes and in his voice was a dejection wlilch would liave been ridiculous except that you can’' laugh at genuine feeling—hot if you are the right sort yourself. The clerk, a helpful young person with seemingly no aspiration to tliivw down for war work at one tliousand per. suggested every luring substitute but peppermint was what tlie farmer wanted. “Why, little mis.s, those youug ones will be waiting for me u mile up the load—I ju-st can't bear to tiiink of It ” Foolishness! to make such n fuss over nothing, of course. Of course! Alt the same, it is right rofreiddug to meet up with a man with a Gibraltarish sense of honor like that, because you must admit There are otliers. Spring is in the air—the fields and woods and waters call— Bnd to add to the zest of outdoor Pleasures nothing affords the long- lasting refreshment of WRIGLEV'S- So carry it always with you. The Flavor Lasts Couldn’t Believe Gorgeous Being Was Her Father A TINY girl out southeast way lived with an uncle pnd aunt because her mother was in heaven and her fatlier at sea. Being old enough to play with other tiny cliildren. she wondered why It was that she had no pupa to come home from work every after- noon so that she could race down the ( o ) pavement and hug him around the legs. She longed for that daily com ing papa with a yearning that no grown-up could ever suspect, seeing tliat .,\ye sopieliow forget what goes on ill childhood* land after we are' turned out of it and the gate locked be tween—except, of course, when the , lonesome years come along and Fa ther Time, who is a wliole lot kinder than we give him credit for, lets us peek backward through his memory glass to show us liow beautiful it used to be. After so long, the father—an officer in the navy—returned from a cruise and came to the southeast home for a first glimpse of his baby daughter. The elilld took in the brass buttons and gold braid with rapt wonder leadened with doubt. This big. gold-shining man was not like the papas who came home from work every afternoon to have their legs hugged. The blue cloth arms were opeu to recive her, but she hung back fearsomeiy. She had to be sure. “Are you my father?” The arms folded the tiny gir! and assurance was given which settled every doubt. And the child voiced rhapsodic relief. “I thought you were God.” Rather Rough on Waiter, but “Orders Is Orders” T he manager of a Washington hotel has Insisted upon strict observance of the food administration's rules from the beginning, so that two men, apparently of the class that are in Washington on' business just now, who did not seem to care anything about food conservation, for the discharge other day. The two had ordered a hearty luncheon, and after the meal had pro gressed som^AYhat they summoned the waiter and' told lihn to bring some more bread. He hesitated. "We’ll preset you. Bring the bread,” said one of them, and the waiter hurried off. He came back with a plate oflblscuits. At the next table, however, sat an officlai of the food administration. He beckoned to Ihe head waiter,'said something to him in an undertone, and in a few minutes the waiter who had sewed the forbidden bread rus!)ed back to the table where the two men were and said agitatedly: “You geriilFuon have cost me my job—serving that bread \Vas against orders.” r Tliey calleij for the head waiter of the room and protested that the waiter was not at fault, but they. “We have tertuln rules in this establishment, gentlemen, which must be followed,” said'the head waiter. “These parllculnr rules are the result of a pledge made by us to the food administration.” LET HIS GERMAN BLOOD OUT Patriotism Shown by Would-Be Fight er Sure Entitled Him to a Place in the Ranks. “I thouglit I had a few drops of German blood in my veins, so I pricked my great toe and let tliem flow out. Now I'm ready to take the oath.” So saying, William Strasburger, an applicant for enlistment in the United States marine corps at Newark, N. J.p removed his shoe and displayed to the astonished gaze of Sergt. Thomas Green a bandaged “little pig that went to market.” “How do you know that the blood you let out was German and not some other kind?” asked Green. “I pricked at a point furthest from my heart,” returned Strasburger, who is American-born and pugnaciously antl-Teutonie. But Strasburger can’t be a United States marine. He lacked the weight and height necessary.—New York World. AN ATTACK OF GRIP -USUALLY LEAVES KIDNEYS ENED CONDITION Doctors in aO parts or'the country have been kept busy with the epidemic of grip wliich has visited so many Domes. The symptoms of grip this year are ‘often very distressing and leave the system lik a run- dcwn condition, particularly the k'i^neys which seem to suffer most, as almost every victim complains of lame back and urin ary troubles which should not be neglecty ed, as these danger signals often lead to, dangerous kidney troubles. Druggists report a large salt; on Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root which so many people say soon heals and strengthens the kidneys after an attack of grip. Swamp-Root, being an herbal compound, has a gentle healing effect on the kidneys, which is al most immediately noticed in most cases by those who try it. Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., offer to send a sam ple size bottle of Swamp-Root, on receipt of ten cents, to every sufferer who re quests it. A trial will convince 'anyone who may be in need of it. Regular medi um and large size battles, for sale at all druggists. Be sure to mention this paper.—Adv. Rheumatism Relief--25c. Nature's Remedy (NR Tabtete), Are Helping Thousands Who Tried Ex pensive Things Without Result. It’s Cusrantssd. There are three vital processes of human existence,—the digestion of food, the extraction of nourishment from It and the elimination of waste. Poor digestion and assimilation means failure to derive full nourlsh- mSht from) food and that In turn often means Impoverished blood, weakness, anemia, etc. Poor elimination means an accumulation of waste matter which poisons the body, lowers vitality, decreases the power of resistance to disease and leads to the development of many serious Ills. Rheumatism,—due to some Inter ference with the process of elimina tion, failure to get rid of certalh body S Isons,—cannot be expected to yield any medicine that falls to correct the condition responsible for It. Could any reasonable person expect to rid himself of rheumatic pain as long as hheumatlc poison Ic allowed to remain In the body. Think of this. It explains the suc cess of Natures Remedy (NR Tablets) In so many cases where other medicines have failed. Thousands are using NR Tablets every day and get ting relief. "Why pay five or ten times as much for uncertain things? A 2Bo box of Nature’s Remedy (NR Tablets), containing enough to last twenty-five days,—must help you, must give you prompt relief and sat isfactory benefit or cost you nothing. Nature’s Remedy is not only for the relief of rheumatism. It Im- prlves digestion, tones the liver, reg- ^umes kidney and bowel action, im- the tijod and cleanses the systern. ,You’ve tried the expensive medicines awl doctors, now make the real test ToCrtl sCl results this time Just try It Naturtfi. Remedy (NR Where His Doubt Lay. Mr. George Robey dearly loves a joke. Recently a certain well-known brother comedian whoib he met casu ally in the street remarked to lihu that he had a great mind to “I doubt it,” replied George. ■'Doubt what?” said his friend ij injured voice; ‘’that book?” "Oh, no,” was the reply ;^^lmt y have a great mind.” Knowing G. K.’s rejylfftion for l)e- _ friend readily him. —Why-'give candy to June' Bob has all lifer love. • [/“ ioung Dentist—Yes, but I hav» 1/ her her dentistry, Bob's only a Indian Vegetable Piile, 1 1 listens, to the silent Clear Your Sliin WhileYouSIeep withCuticura Soap 25c. (KbIiikbI 25c & 50c nakes opportunity.” When your Eyes Need Care , Trv Murine Eye Remedy No Smarting —Jiiat Eye Comfort. 80 cents M Druggist* or malL Write for Free B;e Book. UU&NB EYE BBKEDY CO.. CHICAGO Write fig for Icfoniutioo Concerning file Host WONDERFUL WATER SYSTEM Ever Oflaced lor the Counirv Home
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