The news & observer., 1905-08-06

paration and sale of rheumatic, rattle
snake linaments, which never fail to
cure when applied to the parts affect
ed in any stage of the disease. Au0
again, statistics. as you yourself no
doubt know, tell us that rheumatism
is very, very, frequently inherited, ana
yet after the use of rattle snake grease
on the son or daughter whose father.
or mother, or more remote ancestor,
has had rheumatism, this descendant
thus treated, becomes, at once, inn
mune, and so you see we have not
only cure but preventive. In tact.
thousands of people, who know moth
ing of the rheumatic record of their
ancestors, 10 make sure, take the
treatment as a preventive This, OF
course, creates a demand for rattle
snake grease, and supplying the de
mand tends to the annihilation Of the
yielder of the disease destroying
grease.
In the meantime, the tribe of
grand-rascals grows larger and larger,
but a movement is being quietly
made, by a secret body OF large heart
ed philanthropists, to get a carefully
tabulated statement of each and every
grand rascal in the land, and then,
Just as soon as the last rheumatic
shall have been cured, and every man.
L
made immune, it is proposed to turn
loose one rattle-snake for each grand
rascal near enough to the said grand
rascal to make sure that the snake
shall bite him unto death, and then
the snake will be speedily shot BY Il
person specially appointed for the
purpose. The grease from all these
slain rascal-removing rattle-snakes
will be carefully saved. prepared, and
tn
rheumatism yet remains, and the
money thus received will be applied to
erecting monument expressive of ma
tional gratitude for the successful re-
moval of a great nations greatest
evils But just here l tired, as you
have no doubt already done. of this
sort of talk, and looking away at a
massive stone bridge that Spanned a
beautiful glorious stream. / asked the
keeper of the grounds: rs that
bridge yonder the one over which Tom
O. Shanter rode that famous night in
his attempt to flee from the boglcS he
had seen back there in AlloWay
Kirk 2" He said yes and then told
how the old wad along which Tom
rode that night, used to run, pointed
out just where Toms old mare Meg
lost her tail on the Brig O. Doom, and
was going on with a lot of other very
interesting stuff when I said that l
must run to catch the next car back
to Ayr and so rushed away. but the
crusty-looking, well-dressed man
reached the car just as l did, ana
that night at the hotel l spun some
more rattle-snake yarns of such mar
velous nature that | don't dare to
tell you now.
Next day / took a trip through
Edinburgh to Abbottsford, Dryburgh,
and Melrose Abbey, and l shall never
forget the fine bright day | had for
visiting these historic places. All
along everything seemed in very keep
ing with the great Sir Walter Scott
whose writings have invested with in
terest river, hills, dales and abbey8
roundabout. OF course AbbottsfOrd,
his home, is just the beautiful place
that / thought it would be- Dryburgh
Abbey. his burial place, is so quiet, so
beautiful. so wrapped about with age
and history, that one will always bless
the day he first walked through its
stately ruins and tried in vain. during
hurried visit. to think over even
a portion of it's historic past At Mel