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THE BLUES. . When a cheerful, brave, light-hearted woman is snddenly plung-ed into tliat perfection of misery, the blues, it is a sad picture. It is usually this way: - She Las been feeling "out of sorts" for some time ; head has aclied, and back also ; lias afx?Ni slept poorly, been ijtA'Ss quite nervous, V2?' Í rffl. and nearly '?i fw fainted once ,u Am -á f or twice; head ÍMSS ll heart Ikís QWv St beat very W (úfr t h f ast; then (-1 ) i '([ Lhat y (( ' ' Ing-down feeling. Her doctor says, " cheer np, you have dyspepsia; you'll be all rigbt soon.'' ]!ut she doèsn't get " all righjt." She grows worse day by day, till all at anee she realizes that a distressing' female cornplaint is established. lier doctor has made a mistake. She has lost faith in him; hope v;m:shes; then comes the brooding-, morbid, melancholy, everlasting blues. Lydia E. Pinkham's Veg-etable Cornjound instantly asserts its curative powers in all tho.se peculiar ailments nf women, and the story reeited above ?s the trvie experience of hundreds of ivomen, whose letters of gratitude are to be found on file in Mrs. Pinkham's 'ibrary. Try and see for yourself.