Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1916-11-25 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

TIT-BITS ABOUT THE BAIRNS. Maud Gardener Nellie Avon  Bniithwaite. F.  Bowron. T. Duggan, M  Dee, R Hedley, L.  Me. But suddenly I hear a slight sound, and, looking up. I see a tali, stately woman coming slowiv between the trees; my hand drops empty to my side. She is not far fioni me, for I did not hear Ler 1.00 i• steps on the soft tusf. Her head is bent. tut when she reaches me she looks up, and I see 'that it is Alice; my heart gives a wild throb of wonder and delight, which quickly changes into pain: for am I not her husband's murderer? She pauses in front of me, and her eyes gaze into mine with a puzzled look, which quickly changes into a flash of glad recognition, the rich colour floods her pale face, and with a Cry of joy ' she takes a step forward, "Jack!" she exclaimed, holding out both her hands. "John; John!" I shrink back and put out my hands to keep her 1 away. 1 " What is the matter? Do you not know me?" Ishe asks. " If people would only attend to their blood, in' "Yes. I know you." I said dully, stead of worrying themselves ill,•• said an eminent •• Then why do vou shrink fioni me!" nerve specialist. "we doctors should not see our -.Because lam too vile for you to 'touch. Alice, consulting consulting rooms crowded with nervous wrecks. it is possi'Lle that you have forgotten, foigiven 1 More people suffer from worry than anything else." No, you cannot, have forgotten, ii,though you may have forgiven.' I do not know The sort of thing which the specialist spoke of is the nervous run-down condition caused by over been good to me." you mean, you have always work and the many anxieties of to-day. Sufferers " Are you mad, heartless? Do you not know that find themselves tired, morose, low-spirited, unable I am your husband's murderer? to keep their minds on anything. Any sudden noise She 'looks at me gravely, wonderingly. "My hus- hurts like a blow. They are full of groundless band's murderer," site repeats slowly; but my fears, and cannot sleep at night. Headaches, husband died a natural death; the doctors said it neuritis, and other nerve pains are also part of the was heart disease, the excitement caused his misery: and it all conies from starved nerves. death." Doctoring the nerves with poisonous sedatives is ' •• But—but I struck him and he fell." death; a terrible mistake. The only real nerve tonic is a " Yes: but your blow did not cause his de good supply of rich blood. he brought it upon himself, for the doctor had warned him that if he would not give up drinking "There is only one way to feed the nervw," said and card playing it would kill him." a great doctor. "The stomach can't do it. The For a moment joy stupefies me, and then with a blood is the nerve feeder," Therefore the cure for sob, "Thank God. I am tree !" I say. neurasthenia, nervousness and run-down health is Once again my heart throbs with the great throb the new rich blood which only the genuine Dr. of nature's breaSt, and it is well. for I am no Williams' pink pills for pale people are able to longer an outcast, but one of God's own creatur make. The revived appetite, improved spirits and .esi " And now it is not death, but life." I say. '1 new strength which come after a few days' use of was so tortured with a sense or guilt 'that I could these pills will delight every sufferer. Start Oleo' not, endure lite, and to-night I was going to kill at once, and accept Dr. Williams' only. myself. but just before you came I prayed tisat