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A Story of the French Commune.
BY EVELYN JERROLD.
CHAPTER I.
TIIE CONCIEIIGEB OF THE RUE CACMARTIN.
Number fifteen, Rue Canmartin, is by no
means a tell-tale edifice. At least, the tales it
tells are such, that the most respectable house
on the most respectable boulevard would not
be worse for making them public. It is kept
with a cleanliness that makes one blink—so
bright are its brass door-knobs and bell-handles,
30 white is its facade, so immaculate are the
stones of its court-yard and entrance-passages.
No censorious policeman ever found its dust
heap in too close proximity to the pavement;
no wandering Italian minstrels ever found its
concierges off their guard, or gracious enough
to allow a hurdy-gurdy to enter the penetralia
of the back-court. Yet these guardians of the
house’s peace and propriety were not popular.
"Monsieur and Madame Michon were secretive, a
quality which invariably denotes irreclaimable
sinfulness in the honorable corporations of
conciergies. They were not prepossessing,
physically ; then they were comparatively rich,
and, what was worse, lent money at twenty per
cent, (or were supposed to do so), to the poor
tradesmen and servant-girls of the neighbor
hood. For all these excellent reasons, there
was not a little secret rejoicing in the Rue Cau
martin, when a policemam was observed te enter
Number Fifteen, and deliver a blue official paper
to M. Michon in person.
“The Michons have found a cantankerous
customer at last,” said Number Six to Number
Eight, pausing in her work and leaning on her
broom.
“And the skinflints deserve it,” was the na
tural but not very charitable response.
“Or it may be about that poor girl on their
fifth floor,” conjectured the first speaker, seeing
that the conversation needed a reviving element.
But the gossip came to an abrupt termination ;
for M. and Mme. Michon had issued from their
house, and were passing down the street, and
the laws of good-breeding command that a
“Bonjour” should be exchanged at every door
step.
Tho Commissary of Police of the quarter
“wanted” the concierges of Number F fteen,
with reference to an attempt at suicide which
had taken place in their house.
The official’s face wore a stern frown that
rather discomfited the couple as they entered.
“You are the concierges of Number Fifteen,
Rue Caumartin ?” the official inquired, briefly.
“Yes, Monsieur.”
“A young girl, name Reine Lagarde, attempted
to suffocate herself by charcoal fumes the day
befffire yesterday in the evening, in an attic of
the fifth floor ef your house. What do you
know of the girl aud how came this to occur ?”
When persuasive eloquence was required, M.
Michon always became gallant, and gave pri
ority to his wife. So Madame Michon explained
glibly, “I have really been very kind to the poor
girl, Monsieur. I saw to her wants like a moth
er. I cooked her meals tidied her room. But
we are poor people, and ”
“Enough on that subject!” interrupted the
Commissary of Police, coldly. “I don’t want to
know how much the girl owes you, but how she
came to your house ; what you know about
her.”
“She has been in the house, sir, about a year.
The night before she appeared, the apartments—
two rooms—were taken by a gentleman—young,
well-dressed belonging to the upper class, I
should say. He took the place in her name ; but
left his own card—Clement de Boisrobert! The
next day the young lady came. She seemed
flurried and timid. Monsieur saw her right fre
quently, until about three months ago. Since
then we have not seen him ; have we, Michon?”
“Did the girl reeeive no other visit ?” demand
ed the officer, abruptly.
“One or two, sir. The young person does
embroidery for the shops; and twice a lady and
gentleman called to order som# work. 1 thiuk
they were English.”
“Go on.”
“And once an impudent, untidy-looking fel.
low, with a pipe in his mouth, called to see her.
We were not quite sure whether he was to be
allowed to go up. He never came again.”
“And what led her to suicide?”
“Well, you see, sir, she embroidered, and em
broidery is not always Swell paid , and, besides,
her poor little fingers didn’t seem used 10 hard
work every day. At first things went well
enough ; and, though she was never particular
ly bright, she seemed tolerably cheerful and con
tented. Then the hard times came. The em
broidery didn’t sell. Bit by bit she pawned her
trinkets, her gowns, the curtains and carpets
from her rooms, until at last I used to say to
Michon, ‘Michon, that poor creature i3 wasting
to a shadow, and it makes my heart bleed to see
her.’ ”
“Never mind your heart, Madame Michon.—
Has she no relat.ons !”
“Not a soul, I fancy.”
“That will do. Go ; and let me tell you that
the next time you neglect to report such a case
to the relief officers, you will hear from me.”
To hare incurred the Commissary’s displeas
ure was, in those days of Imperial rule, almost
equivalent to a term of ponce surveillance. So
the rebuked couple were disposed to moralize
on the instability of earthly prosperity, and on
the immediate necessity of turning over anew
lear.
They felt inclined to kick, too —an inclination
which generally comes to conspirators who have
shared or foresee defeat.
“Really, Angelique, the old mouebard” (police
spy) “was right. You shouldn’t have let the
girl come to this,” said Michon, assuming the
tone of a misunderstood philanthropist.
“And I should like to know what would have
become of us if we hadn’t helped Al. Clement in
his plans ? Should we have added the snug five
thousaud frances to our money in the savings
bank ? Should we have kept our places even ?
You know bow Clement got rid of his own con
cierges directly they took to prying into his af
fairs. He’s got the Evil One to back him, I be
lieve. One says no to him—stands in nis way
in any fashion —and in a moment the landlord
knows that one is lending money, and all the
misfortunes one has had with the police years
ago. Then you are discharged—lucky if you
don’t get six months for illegal usury.”
“But the girl may complain too,” ventured
Michon, half convinced.
“That timid little chit ?” Not she. Besides,
Clement has a hold on her, lam sure. When I
pretended to pawn those trinkets for her, but
gave her half their proper value out of my own
money, he said he would back us up. He could
stop any complaint she might make.”
“Well, but this business is done,” gr imbled
Michon. “There’s not much more to be got out
of Clement. He seems to have given the girl
up altogether.”
“Yes, since tbs little fool wouldn’t have him
at any price—as handsome a young fellow as
ever stepped. Now there’s M. Marcus. Did you
notice what a way he was in when lie broke
open the door and found her there half dead ?
He’s got pretty fast hold of you too, Michon.”
“Ay,” said Michon, ruefully. “It al! comes of
that money-lending But if he takes an inter
est in the girl, we may cry quits yet. She’s
such a little simpleton, one could get her into
trouble as easily as to catch a baby at the jam
closet, But —not a bit like free-hand M. Clem
ent 1 He’d make us be mother and father to the
wench, and hand us a five-franc piece for our
pains!”
The pleasant pair had reached their abode by
this time, and were about to commence their
new operations by sending up broth to the sick
girl, and assuming an oily benignity of expres
sion when a letter, left on the table in the dark
little room the) inhabited, modified their tactics
jp a measure, though not their assumed manner.
It was signed “8.,” and contained but these
words :
“Abate no hing of your care of the girl. It
is sti.’l important that you should keep her in
the house, and know what she is doing hour by
hour.”
“Tanl mieux 1” said Michon, after his wife
had read the message. “Clement’s a jollier fel
low to deal with than that screw on the second
floor. Now go up to the girl—but you needn’t
take the broth ; lie doesn’t ask us to board her,
though we lodge her against her will,” he ad
ded, with a splutter of treble laughter.
Madame Michon toiled wearily up the five
flights of stairs, and knocked gently at a low
door apparently admitting to one of the garrets
which, in most of Paris houses, harbor the ser
vants of the lower stories. A piece of paper
was affixed to a panel, and on it was written, in
ink, “Mdlle. Reine Lagarde, brodeuse.”
“What do yeu want?” inquired a harsh veice
from within
And before the concierges could answer, the
door was half opened, and a shock head of gray
hair, illuminated by sharp, restless gray eyes,
protruded itself.
“I bavi come to see how mademoiselle is,” said
Madame Michon, breathlessly; for the stairs
were many and steep, and the lady’s figure had
been remarkble for its plumpness even in 1830,
when lucky M. Michon enclosed it for the first
time in a lover’s clasp.
“She’s better. lam lecturing her Good
day,” returned Marcus, briefly.
And the door was shut again.
“That sneaking Jew is closeted with the girl,”
said the portress, sourly, when she reached the
lodge. “He nearly slammed the door in my
faces, the savage!”
CHAPTER 11.
RISEN FROM THE DEAD.
Marcus’s interest in the young girl who lay in
the house of the Rue Caumaitin, faint and fee
ble from her brief vision of death, might, and
indeed, did, in the origin, sprirg from perfectly
common place causes. He had been the chief
agent in her salvation from the peril she had
voluntarily incurred. A day ago, as he went
up o his chamber at night, a strong odor of
burning charcoal pervaded the staircase. He
mounted the third and fourth story ; tne odor
increased in intensity ; the fumes grew thicker.
On the fifth landing, he discovered their source
to be a little garret, let to a poor work-girl, of
that curious mixed class called grisettes.
A grisette’s life is not so prolific ot honey, so
redolent of roses, as to render to this mode of
ending it an unusual one. Marci s guessed im
mediately that the noxious vapors he inhaled
rose from some small battle-field within four
walls, where the last combat between death and
dishonor had just been fought, and won. Not
quite won, though, it appeared when he burst
open the door, dashed his fistagaicst the window
panes, and turned towards the slight, thinly
clad figure on >he bed. Lite was not extinct;
and having chafed her forehead and feet; hav
ing roused the neighbors, and sent M. Michon,
grumbling alter a docter, he was informed that
she was in no danger, and might be m, ved in
a day or two.
Having procured her fuel, food, medicine,
clothing; having substituted something like
comfort for the &wful, significant nakedness of
the garret, as he had first seen it, perhaps Mar
cus would have rested there, and considered the
claims of charity sufficiently answered. For he
was no philanthropist; few of the doctors he
had dealings with would have allowed that he
was capable of paying a doctor’sjfee tor his dear
est triend. But the broker made a discovery in
the morning of the day on which this history
commutes.
He hadpaid a visit to Mdlle. Lsgarde as a
matter of couriesy, to inqure how ,ar her health
was re-established. When the sick girl was
thanking him in tired, tremulous tones, he
glanced around the apartment with the keen,
ferret-like scrutiny of an experienced dealer in
bric-a-brac odds and enii 1 *, judged valueless by
the common observer. His gaze fell upon an
order for embroidery, signed “Juliet Summer
sen.” Then the broker ceased his survey. He
started violently, and turned to the pale, worn
face buried in the pillows beside him, with
heightened interest, and something likeranin. a
t’.on.
“You should not have fallen to this, my poor
child,” he said, gently. “I see you had rich,
fashionable employers.” And he pointed to the
paper.
“Ah, yes ; Miss Summerson. She appeared
kind at first, but she fell away like the rest.”
As she spoke in low tones, a shudder shook
her frame from haad to foot.
“But do you know the lady?” she added after
a minute’s pause.
“No, no! How should I? Everybody has
heard of her as one of the most fashionable
beauties of the Tuileries balls. So her custom
was not“profitable long?”
“She ordered two pieces of embroidery some
time ago, and paid for them. But she has never
claimed them. I could not go to her house, for
reasons I seed not trouble you with, but the
work is still here.”
Marcus reflected for a moment; then he asked,
with a grim, bitter smile, “Have you any reason
to suppose that Miss Summerson is your enemy
in any way—wishes you harm ?”
“Oh, don't ask me ! I know r not what to sup
pose. I hare met such cruel people, monsieur.
I am not twenty, but I seem to know every de
ception 1 could be warned against.”
The broker was slow to pity. When his com
passion was excited, it generally took the solid
form of five-franc pieces. Now, however, he
bent forward, and touched the young girl’s fore
head with his lips, in a way that would have
elicited the most unequivocal marks of surprise
and contempt from those who, like the Michons,
respected him for normal hardness and frank
egotism.
“Will you do roe one more favor?” said
Reine.
“Ay, child.”
She drew a letter from under the pillow, and
tendered it saying, “Burn this, please—here—
immediately.”
Marcus took the packet, and read:
“Monsieur Clement de Boisrobert.”
Again he started, and, without pausing an
instant, turned towards the fireplace, where
tisane was warming; and Reine saw a paper
flare, and fall into the ashes on the hearth.—
Then he bade her good-bye, promising to return
in the evening.
Marcus scarcely ever entered his chambers
before midnight, and they had that frigid, noc
turnal air most rooms so used acquire. The
numerous traces visible of their inhabitant’s
daily occupations in no way mitigated the chill
ing influence ot that air. As he entered, study
■ inga letter in his hand, the broker tripped over
yataghans, rolls of old tapestry-work, stools on
which Pompadour had knelt; carpets that Louis
XV. may have* trodden—all the stock-in-trade
of a man who bought anything on which a
profit was to be made, and thought nothing in
this world too high and pure for sale and bar
ter.
The broker was in'ent on his letter, and
heeded not his surroundings. The superscrip
tion had arrested his attention up-stairs, and
with the sang froid of a man accustomed to
obtain the information he required by any
means, illicit or avowuble, be dexterously slid
the grisette’s letter up bis sleeve, and drew from
his pocket an envelope of his own, which he
burnt.
“The girl is entangled with the entire gang,”
he muimured, as he broke the seal. “Summer
son—dc Boisrobert—what a company lor such
a child to be pitted against!”
And then he read these lines, written hurried
ly, loosely, by a hand that should be, in a few
hours, nerveless and dead :
“Moxsieuh de Boisroert,—-
“You may pause as you read these lines, and
cry ‘Victory!’ You have your will. You have
worked long and arduously for this end—you
aie rewarded. The brave war you have waged
against a defenseless girl ends as it should end
—in your triumph. I would have withstood
you alone, but you brought allies against me,
whom I cannot conquer—deceit, wretchedness,
and starvation. I fancy you have li tie pity in
you, evea for yeurself. Yet hear how I havo
suffered and love me for once, if you can, now
I stand no longer in your path.
“When I left my father’s house, it was with
blind trustfulness that I accepted your proffer
ed aid. Had you not Fraucisque’s letter, bid
ding you wateh over me, though be had lost
faith in his poor Reine? Did I not know of
the friendship that united you ? I believed you
implicitly when you alleged it was neces
sary for my safety and honor that I should
come here, and accept the guardianship of that
hideous woman who serves you. And then you
found work for me. Your friend, Juliet Sum
merson, seemed to remain what she had ever
been—a frank and kindly friend. If you had
only known how grateful—ay, and hopeful—my
heart was for those two friendships, the knowl
edge might have softened you, perhaps at least
have led you to let me live on alons, earning
my bread as I wished to earn it But, no ; you
could not keep the mask long. It fell, when
you knew I had no resorce but you
“Had you no fear of the friend you betrayed?
Had yen no conception of the terrible account
he might exact from you when he returned ?
And me? Did you imagine tiiat mere hunger
and cold would drive me to you for warmth and
food ? You fancied that one slight, one mistake,
brought by you know what deceitful appear
ances, had alienated me from him you called
friend—him I should have called husband.—
You did not know—how should you know ?
the strength of a girl’s first love. You see how
week calculations were; yet you have won.—
When to-morrow dawns I shall be dead.
“So, out of your thankfulness for this ending,
do this one good office for me—write to Fran
cisque. I know not where he is. My letters
have remained unanswered. Tell him how mis
taken he was—how those semblances which
deceived him belied me; but, I pray you, in
such a manner as shall prevent any harm com
ing to poor Eugene. He could not help that, at
all events; and I would rather Francis (Ue
should continue to think of me dead what he
thought of me living,Than that Eugene should
suffer through me These are the last lines I
shall write. Do this bidding if you would
atone —if you have any human impulse.
“Rune Lagarde.”
Marcus remained dreaming long ad sadly
before this vague, unhappy story of a lfe that
had so nearly ended in self-destruction. His
pity for the girl he had saved increased in in
tensity as some old unaccountable hatred of her
persecutor rose within him
“The scoundrel 1” he muttered “Always the
same ! Good men change, and die, aud disap
pear ; he remain! as lie ever .was. He will
prosper, and die if some palace, bought by in
famy, with crowds of flattering friends around
him to hide the visions of his past. But pa
tience —patience. My turn may come at last;
and this poor child shall hasten its coming.”
At night fall he went up to Reine’s room.—
She was expecting him, and welcomed his hard,
rugged race with a warm, grateful tmile.
“Well, now, my child, I must see what I can
do for you. Firstly, I have your promise not
to tempt heaven again by such an attempt as
that of the other night?”
“Oh, sir, I should not have the courage now,
had 1 the will! I promise.”
And with a child’s gesture of confidence, she
laid her hands in his.
“But you must not starve, either, poor child!
What can I do for you ?”
“I must leave this hous* 1 ,” she answered, hur
riedly ; “hide myself—go somewhere where no
body would dream of looking lor me.”
“Not twenty yet and such danger to avoid I”
said the broker, touched by her pleading terror.
'Of whom can yon be afraid ? What have you
done to have made such enemies ?”
“Oh, sir, nothing! But you cannot under
stand ”
“Let me understand,” said Marcus, taking her
hand gently. “Tell me your story. I may be
able to help you in a way you little foresee.”
Reine refused at first, saying tiiat other affairs
than her own were bound up in the history of
her life. But the broker pleaded with such
earnestness and patience, that she reflected he
md perhaps earned the right to knew her life.
Her gratitude for the first friendly words sha
had heard for months prompted such potent
arguments in his favor, that she consented and
began in a low voice to fill in the vague outlines
he had gleaned from the letter.
CHAPTER 111.
a griseitte’s story.
“They say lam a thorough Parisienne. Per
haps it is true ; but i am purely provincial by
oirth. AI/ poor father had been to Paris once,
and never mentioned the place without horror.
He thought a poet was starving iu every garret
of the city,and the body of some deceived coun
try lass floating under every bridge. So, unlike
most tenant-farmers of our days, he only aspired
to make us—Eugene and me—simple, industri
ous country-folk, who would marry and grow
old iu the village where we were born. The
village is Arques, in Normandy. Perhaps you
know it, sir ; it is where Henry IV. fought his
famous battle. ‘Our farm was one of the de
pendencies ot the Comte de Chayolles’ estate—
the largest in the province. You must know
tnat rustic as my father was in ideas, his educa
tion was a good middle-class one, and fitted
him for society—even for that of his fastidious
landlord. So he shot over the estate often with
the Comte, who would come in, now and then,
and take luncheon with us. The Comte was
then fifty-two or three, and I thirteen or four
teen at the most.
“Eugene was the great sorrow of our life.
At twenty-two, he was utterly idle, worse than
idle—drank and gamed, and nourished a vio
lent hatred of what he called the ‘Aristos’ on
all kinds of incendiary pamphlets and papers,
smuggled into Dieppe from England. This
would have remained a family grief; but at the
date of which I speak,ajman born in the village,
who had left for the army, six or seven years
before, returned, and began to foment a species
of small civil war, influencing idle, envieus na
tures, like that of Eugene, with highly-colored
pictures of the orgies he had seen in noble
houses, the official corruption he had witnessed
—and besides them, misery and starvation—in
that city of palaces, Paris ! You may imagine
what an influence such a companion had od
Eugene. He wa3 constantly with his new
friend; constantly listening to scandalous stories
about the Comte de Cbayolles, which the sol
dier had picked up, goodness knows how, in
Paris. And then, Comte’s name was
mentioned at home, Eugene ivould sneer, and
mutter that ‘our patrician pets' were sot all
very respectable members ot society ; that he
knew of several blots on the scutcheon we
we were all kneeling to ;’ and auger the advent
of a coming reckoning.
“Whenever he burst out in his wild fashion,
my father would sen 1 me out et the room, and
argue gently with the reDrebate—for reprobate
Eugene became in a month or *wo after his
Parisian friend’s arrival He played high, lost
enormously, and the creditors came to my
father. Iu a year, he almost ruined us. The
crops had been bad, and he was a thousand
times more costly than blight or frost. My
father was meditating the abandonment of bis
farm, or, at any rate, the unuer-letting of half
th# land belonging to it, when Eugene crowned
his career by commuting a scandal that rang
through the country fr a fortnight afterwards.
“I was learning lessons for the morrow one
day, in the shade of a long avenue that divided
our land from the Chayolles estate. Deep, an
gry voices broke suddenly in on my mastering
of Lamartine’s hymns. I stepped to listen ; the
voices were those of Eugene and the Comte de
Chayolles.
“ ‘Take care, Comte de Chayolles !’ Eugene
was saying, menacingly; ‘I can force you to
eat every one of your big words.’
“‘You!’ answered the Comte. ‘I know not
your meaning, but mine is plain. I have no
ticed you lurking round the chateau for some
time past. I have said nothing to you until to
day, out ot regard for the father you have ruin
ed, and are likely to dishonor. It seem3 you
have mistaken my indulgence for fear—of what,
lam ignorant. Let me set you right. I forbid
you to enter the park again, and shall give
orders to the keepers to treat you as a trespasser,
whenever you infringe thi3 command. Now,
go!’ [ To be Continued .]
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old pen, ||<mng pen, j jpdiejn ml Children.
Or .anybody Else.
KEEPS AND MAKES UP THE BEST FRENCH STOCK, WHICH, WITH
THE WORK, IS GUARANTEED SUIT.
GUANO DEPOT.
The undersigned having secured the agency of the PATAPSCO FER’I HjIZER
COMPAAt ,Of Baltlm ere, and having made ample arrangements for storage in Elber
ton, are prepared ‘.o furnish their customers and the planters of this and adjacent counties with
Patapsco Stand’rd Fertilizer
and GRANGE mixture.
Both of which are unsurpassed by any fertilizer in use, We can furnish these Fertilizers here or
at Lexington depot, giving the Cotton Oplion lit liicts., psiynM© tier© Nov. 1, 70.
Please call at our store and obtain pamphlets, statements ot experiments, prices, <sc.
REMEMBER! Tbe above Fertilizers are Nfo 1, and, for the quality,
.AS CHEAP -AS YYY ITnT THE WORLD, j
janlo-3m J- •INES & CO * I
$5 , $5
ff $5.00 s 6
$5 $5
Five dollars will purchase n fraction ef an In
dustrial fExhibition Bond, that is certain te
draw one of the following Premiums,
ON DECEMBER 6, 1875,
A Tenth, which costs only $5, can draw any
of the following, and will be received by the
Company at any time in C months as $5 in the
purchase of a S2O bond.
This is a chance for gain and no chance for loss
10 Premiums of $3,500 each )
10 “ 1,000 “
10 “ 500 “ Paid fa
10 “ 300 “
30 lOO “ I Cash and
10 “ 60 “
100 “ 20 “ no deduc
-290 “ 10 “ tion.
444 5 “
39000 “ 2,10‘
The lowest Premium is $2.10.
Each fraction must draw this sum.
All fractions will be good with sls to pur
chase a whole S2O Bond.
This is a chance for a fortune, and no chance
for loss.
A S2O Bond participates in 4 drawings each
year until it has drawn one of the following
premiums :
8100,000,
SCO.Jf 1C0.52C0,5300, SSOO,
SI,OOO, $3,000, $5,000,
SIO,OOO, $35,000,
8100,000.
The bonds issued by the Industrial [Exhibi
n Cos. are a copy of the European govern
ment loans.
The Bonds are a safe investment.
PEOPLE OF SMALL MEANS can find no
better or safer investment. No chanco of loss.
A fortune may be acquired
|on December 6th On January 3d.
PURCHASE NOW Tb®
HOW TO PURCHASE.
In person, or by certified Cheek, or Express,
or Postal Order, or Draft,or enclose Greenbacks
in a registered letter, to and made payable ti
the Industrial Exhibition Cos.
The funds raised by sale of these bonds will
be applied to the erection of a
CRUSTAL PALACE
Which every American will he proud of.
Recollect.—The Industrial Exhibition is
a legitimate enterprise chartered by the State of
New York,
Its Directors are the best citizens of N. Y. '
It has had seven drawings since July, 1874,
and paid out in principal and interest,
$750,000.
Any one obtaining a premium, the company
pledges itself not to make public.
The enterprise is simply anew form of bond}
in no sense is it to he recognised as a lottery.
There are no blanks. Be sure ond purchase at
once.
$5 will buy a Fraction for December 0, 1875.
$5 will buv a t Quarter bond for Jan. 3, 1876.
$lO “ ' Half Bond “
S2O “ Whole Bond “ “
All Bonds are exchangeable into city lots in
the suburbs of New York City.
Each Bondholder is regarded as a:i honorary
member er the Industrial Exhibition Cos., and is
welcome at the parlors of the Cos., No. 12 East
17th st. Agents Wanted.
All communications and remittances to he
made te the Industrial Exhibition Cos., 12 East
17th st., bet. sth avenue and Br’dtvay,N.Y. City
For the purpose of giving the bondholders of
tho Industrial Exhibition Cos., full and complete
information as to the progress of the Company
and a complete list of the drawings, an illustra
trated journal will be published, via :
The Industrial ExliibitxonSlllnstrated.
Subscription One Dollar per Year.
Any one sending a club of 15 subscribers
with sls, will be given a premium of one Frac
tion or -J Bond, club of 2 5 subscribers, £ Bond,
Ilub of 50 subscribers whole bond. Address
INDUSTRIAL EXHIBITION ILLUSTRATE!
12 East 17th st., Now York City.
S6O will Purchase 13 Fraction .
THE GREAT REFUTATION
w r hich Dr. Pemberton’s Fluid extract of Sul
litigia (or Queen’s Delight) has attained in all
sections of the country as a
GREAT AND GOOD MEDICO E,
and the largo number of testimonials which aro
constantly being received from persons who
have been cured by its use, is conclusive ['tool
of its great merits.
THIS GREAT HEALTH RESTS [ET
is a positive specific and cure for Dyspepsia,
Liver Complaints, Constipation, Headache, Diz
ziness, Pains in the Back, Kidney Complaints.
Jaundice, Female Weakness, Lumbago, General
Debility, Gravel, Geut, Scrofula, Gance; o;
Humor, Erysipelas, Salt Rheum, Ringnorri'
Pimples and Humors on the Face, Old Uleei;
Rheumatism, Mercurial and Syphilitic A fTe<
tions.
It removes all Mercurial or other poisons fro \
the Blood, and soon restores the system to po. -
feet health and purity. That Palo, Y 110 >
Sickly looking skin is (soon changed to one v
beauty, freshness and health It will cure a v
chronic or long standing diseases, whoso real ii
direct cause is bad blood. A trial willprove jt
Thousands have been snatched as it we efr i
the grave by its miraculous power, w'io ni v
enjoy health and happiness, where once ill is r :
misery.
It invigorates and strengthens the wi alas vs
tem, acts upon the secretive organs, al ays
flammation, cures ulceration, and regulates t i
bowels.
Or. Pemberton’s Stillingia r
Queen’s Delight gives lleall
Strength and Appetite.
It purifies the Blood, and renovates and u
vigorates the whole system. Its medical | o
perties are alterative, tonic, solvent and diut< lie
For testimonials of wonderful cures, send tf
the Proprietor, or call upon your Druggists
The ger uine is prepared only by
Dr. J. S. Pemberton,
Chemist, Atlanf >, Gt .
For sale by all first-class Druggists.
Office of George Adair, Wall St.eo
Atlanta, Ga , July 16, 1
Dr. J. S. Pemberton— Dear Sir : I ha u
your Extract of Stillingia for a chro tt
affection of many years standing, which oia o i
cure after all other remedies had failed i avs
known your Stillingia U3ed in the w ist ir?
of scrofula, secondary syphilitic diseases, liei ,
matism, kidney and liver affections, with gt r
success. In fact, I have never known it tJ fiul
in the most desperate eases. I consider it iltj
greatest blood purifier known. Yours ti ~l\
J. C. BY A NS.
For sale by
br. ii. c.
Aug. 11. Elberten,G.i
$5 tO S2O P er da y> Agents wanted. All
classes of working people of bolk
sexe3, young and old, make mouey at wink
for us, in their own localifes, during thou
spare moments, or all the time than at ;\tiv
thing else. We offer employment that will tnV
handsomely for every hour’s work. Full
ticulars, terms, &c., sent free. Send us v<v
address at once. Don’t delay. Now is the time.
Don’t look for work or business elsewhere,
until you have learned what we offer. G.HHq*
son &Cos., Portland, Maine.
