The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-03-28

she couldn't use her hands She can't,
either. She is cold and gray-looling. Pm
afraid she's dying and the poor fellow
burst into tears.
" My boy, +" said |, perhaps we can cure
her. It's something that is durable, though
it takes long while to get over it. be.
ieve she has been using that COMPOUNDED
Bloom of White Yiolets,' and that is the
cause of it."
''Well, said silas, choking, she has,
Doctor. She stuck to it, and couldn't scolo
her. I'm too fond of her."
We didn't shy any more. ran up stairs.
There was poor Ellen on the bed, and Kate
crying over her What we call wrist
drop" had attacked her-her hands werc
paralyzed When / had done what l could
for her took Kate into her room.
Tell me the truth, as though you were
before your Maker" said L: Do you use
that Bloom of White yiolets yet2 Ellen
has done so, and this is the end of it."
No, DOCTOR" replied Kate. Il haven't
touched it since our quarrel. viii was too
angry; but poor Nell wasn't seolded, as /
was. Silas gave in Oh, Doctorl can't
you help her"
Pll do my best" said l.
could have cried, too; but q doctor
learns to control his feelings.
Well found my best was better than I
hoped. After six months of pain and help
lessness, Nell did begin to get well. In
year she had the uso of her hands again.
Tho blae line over her teeth was gone, and
her skin was healthy once more, Silas was
rejoieed. He petted the girl as if she was
baby, and hired a servant to do her work
eor her, as he had while she was unable tc
do it. That was not, perhaps, the best thing
be could have done, but Nell loved him for
it, She went out great deal and dressed
as well as she was able; better, think; for
l heard of certain bills that Silas had hard
work to pay, However, as he said, she had
suffered SO much that he wanted her to Ell.
joy her life a little now. And when summer
came, | was surprised to hear that Nell was
going to Long Branch to a hotel.
Seaside is good place to go TO" said !;
'but hotel life is not the thing"
WSiii INtik NiltS bdiu 30 I've
drawn out my savings, and she'll have E
couple of weeks of it, A friend of hers
who married rich, is going, and Nell will &c
with her It's expensive, but I've only goi
Nell, you know
Well, you are your own MASTER" said L
"after all money was made to spend"
And money was spent Ellen went to
Long Branch dressed, as fm, as my mans
eyes could tell, as well MS any one. Silas
told me how she enjoyed the hops, and how
people had told her they didn't believe she
was over seventeen, aud how we'll she felt.
She wrote to him every day. All seemed
going on we'll, until one day received tel
egram from Long Branch, signed by Silas
Come here at once. Nell is dying"
went. When got there, l found Nell
'peechless and going from one CONFUSION
INTO another
The cause was on her dressing-bureau.
little box, porcelain this time, aud labeled,
Cream of the Angels" but full of the same
teaily preparation of lead.
Don't speak of it, DOCTOR" moaned 81.
las. 81 didn't know about it until / found
that. thought poor Nell had learned her
lesson.
They gathered up the handsome dresses,
the jewelry the lace, the puffs and powders,
and hair restoratives, for her illness had
given Ellen some gray hairs, and she had
been fastening her fate by using "restor
ativen of Iced and lac sulphur-and we took
the poor girl home. No one had any hope
now. Kate sat by Nell's bedside with
little new baby that had just come to her
and which her sister could not see, though
she stared in its direction with her meaning
less eyes, and for long while we oil nursed
her; but her blain was gone, her limbs use
less, and when death came his touch was
merciful
1t is two years now since Ellen died.
Kate and Will do all they can to cheer Silas,
but l believe his heart is broken. He will
sit for hours with Knte's child on his knee,
for he fancies it has Elens eyes and some
times he will say;
"Ah, VIII, if | had been as irm with my
wife as you were with yours I might have
her yet"
VIII always answers:
You did your best, old fellow !" but that
does not alter the fact that the "Bloom of
White yiolets," the Cream of the Angels,'
and the Vegetable Hair Restorer" killed
poor Nell.
My story draws its own moral. 1t il sad-
ly true; and it is not the only story of the
kind. Hospital records prove this. In one,
at this moment, three girls are lying, young,
pretty, and foolish as Ellen was, victims of
cosmetics. And in the same ward bru-
nette, who bleached her hair to dye it gold
en-. She is fast becoming an idiot. The
others have their senses and are utterly
helpless, though they have a hope of recov-
ery.-Mary Kyle Dallas
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