A Guaranteed Cure for Piles.

Otago Witness, Issue 2578, 12 August 1903, Page 71

A Guaranteed Cure for Piles.

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— In the sandy deserts of Arabia whirling winds sometimes excavate pits 200 ft in depth, extending down to the harder stratum pn which the great bed of &ji£ r£-=ts.

At Swedish weddings among the middle and lower classes the bridegroom carries a whip. This is an emblem of ius authority in tho domestic circle.

£*20; "The Bridle Path," P. Graham, £204 15e; "A Coast Scene," P. Graham, R.A., £367 10s (Tooth) ; "The Brow of the Hill," L. Linnel, £320 ss; "The Song of the Troubadours," P. F. Poole,, R.A., £315 (Agnow) ; "The Burial of the Favourite," Birket Foster, £30* 10s; "Tha Cottager's Garden," Birket Foster, £189; "Noonday Rest," Birkofc Foster, £173 ss; "Prcsperine," Sir E. J. Poynter, P.R.A.. £8* (Moody) ; and "Nell Gwynue," Marcus Stone, R.A., £110 ss.

ARTIST AND BURGLAR.

Tho opening of the Royal Academy always brings with it a flood of gossip concerning our artiste. The artistic temperament is peculiar. It does not always recognise' the oonycations which regulate- the conduct of ordinary citizens. Some little ■time- back a well-known ariist, whose name is a household word, lay awake in the dead of night. He had a bad attack -of insomnia. Suddenly ho heard a crash of glass on the floor below, and jumping up, exclaimed, "By Jove, that's th© conservatory !" "Without rousing his wife, he slipped on a few things and went down to the drawing room, into which the conservatory op-encd. Turning on the electric light, he discovered a man lying full length on tho floor of the conservatory, apparci itly insensible. Touching the man's arm, the artist exclaimed, "I say — what are you doing he-re?" There was a faint groan, and prceenUy i the man opened his eyes. "It's all right, governor," he g3spod, "I'm done! I was getting in through tho roof, and it gave way with me. Help me up, and I'll go quiet." "You're a burglar, then !" exclaimed the artist. "Yes, governor, I suppose so; but I aiii't took nothing. Help me to the front door, and I'll get homo somehow. I've got a wife and four young 'uns." The artieb hetped the man up, but the poor wre-toh was too dazed to walk. So the artist put him into an easy chair, and, going to the sidoboard, poured him out a glass of brandy. The burglar drank it and revived a little. • "That's £ne brandy, guvn or," he said.. "I'll sit here a minute or , two, if you don't mind, and then I'll go quiet." The artist nodded assent, and lighted a cigar. Seeing the burglar's wistful look, he handed him on© too. The two men smoked in silence for a minute. Then the artist asked: the burglar questions, and gradually they dropped into an amiable conversation. An hour later the artist's wifo woke up, missed her husband, heard voioes, and came down to see what was the matter. Explanations followed. The artist introduced the burglar, who rose and touched his forehead politely. Then tho artist gave the burglar hia arm, conducted him to th© front door, lent him a hat— the burglar's having fallen off and lodged od th& roof of the conservatory— rmd handedi him a couplo of shillings to get a cab home, as he seemed weak and in, great pain. The artist's name is not given hem as he is in doubt now as to the view whiefi the authorities might take of his quixotic generosity. Bub the stoiy ia an, absolutely true one.