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Mrs Nancy Huston Bank?, herself a regnlar contributor to some of the best American papers and magazines, and who is at present oj a visit to England, has been telling the ‘ British Weekly' that the market for women journalists in America is very much overcrowded. Women began by writing chatty correspondence letters for the papers, but these are out of vogue now, and descriptive reporting is most in demand. Many find employment as fashion writers, bun wa have non now any great fashion specialist on the English Press. In the higher branches of journalism in the United Sates there are openings for Women, but only if their work is well above the average. None of the children of the late Marcus CiStke have adopted literature as a proh srion, while two of his girls have just stirtod a school of cookery in Melbourne. Iloyal Fnfields just landed ; better value than ever. New reason’s model now on view. Don’t fail to inspect before purchasing vnur new mount. \V. A. Scott, 155 George st. d [advt.]

PUBLIC NOTICES. THAT MASTERFUL YANKEE. THE writings of Mark Twain are full of instruction as well as humor. Possibly you have read that wonderful story of his called ‘ A Yankee at K-ng Arthur’s Court.’ The hero is a skiile 1 mechanic, the foreman of a great factory in Araetica. Ho is accidentally killed, as we would say ; but, instead of getting his body deposited in the grave, as happens to the most of us, ho comes to life again, and finds himself at the Court of King Arthur in England in the sixth century, 1 300 years before ho was born, xDa.t was a time of deep ignorance and superstjtion; people were but children then. So with his knowledge and his nineteenth century training he soon became master of everybody and everything. He controls the Government and runs the whole couutry-exaotly as a college professor would be superior to all the children if hj j should take it into Lis head to join a class at a parish school. Now, let us see what this idea may mean to you or to rao. In the autumn of 1873 Mr James Murphy, of 49 Townsend street, Dublin (present address o Synnott row, Synnott place, Lower Dorset street) had a severe attack of rheumatic fever and was under treatment at the bir Patrick Dunn’s Hospital tor three months. Then lie left the hospital, but not the man he was before the disease fell upon him. Aftirwards he was never free from it. For a while he would be comparatively well, then down on his back again. It would depend on the weather and other circumstances, you see. >i worsfc tsmcs 116 s P eaki| - ’n this way : My ankles and feet were hot and painful, and would often swell to three or four times their natural size. Occasionally the pain extended to the hips, and I had to be swathed in wadding from the thighs down to the ankles., In this way —now able to get about and now confined to my bed—l suffered for over seventeen years. The joints of my fingers and tees became displaced, or seemed to be so.” We don’t need to point out what a crinplo this sort of thing makes of a man. If he were wounded and torn in battle or by machinery he couldn tbe worse off. Yet the number of people thus disabled is immense; and, while rheumatism is peculiarly the disease of adults and old persons, the young (even children) do not escape it. If the disease were only understood -'-but let us not get ahead of our story. <i t Christmas, 1890,” continues Mr Murphy, I had a dreadful attack, and was confined to bed for seventeen weeks.” This took him clear through the rest of the winter and one month ot spring up to the first ot May. What a dreary, miserable season it must have been ! There is no merry Christmas or jolly coming of the buds on the trees for a man in that situation. Still, it might have been prevented if he had known then what he found out later. All this time, he goes on, “I was in tin greatest agony. I couldn’t move myself in bed and finally got so bad I couldn’t lift ray hand tt my mouth, and had to be fed like a baby, Night after night I got no sleep, and ofter wished myself dead. As for work, I thought 1 should never do a stroke again. The doctoi who attended me gave me medicines, but ] seemed none the better for them. I had lons since lost all faith in rubbing oils and embrooa tions; I had spent pounds for them without benefit “One day, whilst still suffering great pain, I came upon a book telling how cases like mine had been cured by Mother SiegeTs Curative ioyrup Not knowing what else to do, I bought a bottle of Mr Mannin, the chemist in Brunswick street. After taking this medicine a day or two I had less pain, and I was able to leave my bed; and fourteen days later I had not an ache ov a pain ot any kind, and got back to ray work. Since that time—now two and a-half years ago-I have bad no return of ray old complaint. I never felt better in my life than Ido now, and I thank God that I ever heard of Mother Seigel’s Syrup, You aro at liberty to publish my statement. I have been in the employment of Mr Robinson, coal merchant, for the past ten years—Yours truly (Signed) James Murmur, Dublin, June 23rd, 1893.” The mysterious American at King Arthur’s Court was pou erful because of his knowing what nobody else knew. Had Mr Murphy known years before that rheumatism is caused by impurity of the blood, and that Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup cures it, he could have defied and banished that agonising ailment. We print these facts m order that his present knowledge may also be everybody’s knowledge, . 6

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Page 4 Advertisements Column 1, Evening Star, Issue 10430, 27 September 1897

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Page 4 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 10430, 27 September 1897