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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN. ESTABLISHED IN 1854, By CHAS. W. HANCOCK. VOL. 18. SPECIAL BARGAINS % I A LARGE STOCK OF CliOT AIXMCi CONSISTING OF Dress Siaits I Business Suits I Working Siaits l— AND OYHBOOATS! WHICH MUST BE SOLD, COST OR NO COST ! ALL THE NOVELTIES IN VT JOHN R. SHAW’S * Forsyth St., Ga. o Hats. Hats. ZHletts- In Quantity. Quality, Variety and Style are not Surpassed by any ‘‘Concern in these parts. ’ and at Prices that Can’t be Duplicated in this city. REMEMBER we do what we advertise, and “don’t you forget it:” JOHN R. SHAW, The Boss Clothier, Hatter, Shirter, and Dealer in Gents’ Furnishing Goods. nov22tf KEEP TOUR EITE OP EM! THE LARGE STOCK OF Boots, Shoes, its, AMos I OF • HR,- C. BLACK HAS BEEN BOUGHT BY R. R. STEWART, Who will continue the business at the same place on the Corner Lamar Street and Public Square, : : : : Americus, Ga. I propose to keep the stock up to the present high standard of excellence in quality, for which Mr. Black attained deserved popularity, believing that the BEST is always the goods desired by the people. My prices for all goods shall be moderate and suited to please the most fastiueous in style, as well as the most scrupulous in economy, and in every instance I will GUARANTEE them to be the best goods in the State for the money. Messrs J. H. BLACK, Jr., H. M. BROWN and R. M. STEWART Have been retained as salesmen, who will be pleased to exhibit and sell to the patrons of the house at any and all times. Visits solicited whether you purchase or not, look at and price my goods. I invite the friends and patrons of the late firm to continue their favors, and all others are cordially invited to call and inspect, price, and if consistent with their notions, purchase. GlfE ME *1 CALL: novl-3m It. K. STEWART. A L L PERSONS WISHING PICTURES TAKEN BY ME, WILL PLEASE CALL SOON, AS I SHALL CLOSE BUSIJVESS M* AMERICUS ON ACCOUNT OF HAYING MADE ARRANGEMENTS ELSEWHERE. Don’t put it off till the last moment—Come soon. nov4-2m VAN HIPER, Artist. INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS AMERICUS, GEORGIA; WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 6, 1882. E^GULATofj Tangement of Liver, Bowels and Kidneys. SYMPTOMS OF A DISEASED LIVER. Bad Breath; Pain in the Side, sometimes the pain is felt under the Shoulder-blade, mistaken for Rheumatism ; general loss of appetite; Bowels generally costive, sometimes alternating with lax; the head is troubled with pain, is dull and heavy, with considerable loss of memory, accompanied with a painful sensation of leaving undone something which ought to have been done; a slight, dry cough and flushed face is sometimes an attendant, often mistaken for consumption; the patient complain* of weariness and debility; nervous, easily startled; feet cold or burning, sometimes a prickly sensation of the skin exists; spirits are low and despondent, and, although satisfied that exercise would be bene ficial, yet one can hardly summon up fortitude to try k—in fact, distrusts every remedy. Several of the above symptoms attend the disease, but cases have occurred wnen but few of them existed, yet examination after death has shown the Liver to have been extensively deranged. It should be used by all persons, old and young, whenever any of the above symptoms appear. Persons Traveling or Living in Un healthy Localities, by taking a dose occasion ally to keep the Liver in healthy action, will avoid all Malaria, Bilious attacks, Dizziness, Nau sea, Drowsiness, Depression of Spirits, etc. It will invigorate like a glass of wine, but is no in toxicating beverage. If You have eaten anything hard of digestion, or feel heavy after meals, or sleep less at night, take a dose and you will be relieved. Time and Doctors* Bills will bo saved by always keeping the Regulator • in the House! For, whatever the ailment may be, a thoroughly safe purgative, alterative and tonic can never be out of place. The remedy is harmless ami does not interfere with business or pleasure. IT IS PURELY VEGETABLE, And has all the power and efficacy of Calomel or Quinine, without any of the injurious after effects. A Governor's Testimony. Simir.ons Liver Regulator has been in use in my family for some time, and I am satisfied it is a valuable addition to'the medical science. J. Gill -Shorter, Governor of Ala. Hon. Alexander XL Stephens, of Ga., says: Have derived some benefit from the use of Simmons Liver Regulator, and wish to give it a further trial. “The oply Thing that never fails to Relieve.”—l have used many remedies for Dys pepsia, Liver Affection and Debility, but never nave found anything to benefit me to the extent Simmons Liver Regulator has. I sent from Min nesota to Georgia for it, and would send further for fuch a medicine, and would advise all who are sim ilarly affected to give it a trial as it seems the only thing that never fails to relieve. P. M. Janney, Minneapolis, Minn. Dr. T. IV. Mason says: From actual ex perience in the use of Simmons Liver Regulator in iny practice I have been and am satisfied vo use and prescribe it as a purgative medicine. only the Genuine, which always has on Hie Wrapper the red Z Trade-Mark and Signature of ,J. 11. ZEILIN & CO. FOR SALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS. TUTT’S ~ EXPEQTffIIfICiT 1* composed of Herbal and Mucilaginous prod ucts, which permeate the substance ol the Lungs, expectorates the acrid matter that collects in the Bronchial Tubes, and forms a soothing coating, which relieves the Ir ritation that causes the cough. It. cleanses the lungs of all Impurities, strengthens them when enfeebled by disease,"invigor ates tho circulation of the blood, and braces the nervous system. Slight colds often end in consumption. It is dangerous to neglect Ihem. Apply tlie remedy promptly. A testof twenty years warrants tho assertion that uoremedy has ever been found that is ns prompt mits effects as TUTT’S EXPECTORANT. A single dose raises the phlegm, subdues inflammation, and its use speedily cures the most obstinate cough. A pleasant cordial, chil dren take It readily. For Croup it is Invaluable and should be in every family. TUTT'S PILLS ACT DBgECTLY S ON^IETIviff l ! Cures Chills and Fever, Dyspepsia, Sick Headache, Hilious Colic,Constipa tion, Rheumatism, Files, Palpitation o 1 the Heart, Dizziness, Torpid Liver, and Female Irregularities. If you do not “feel very well,” a Binule pill stimulates the stomach, restores the nnpetife, imnarta vigor to the system. A NOTED SlifllE SAYS: Du. Tutt:— Dear Sir: lor ten years 1 havo been a martyr to Dyspepsia, Constipation and Files. Last springy our pills were recommended to me; I used them (but withlittle faith). lam now a well man, have good 1 appetite, digestion perfect, regular stools, piles gone, and I have gained forty pounds solid flesh. They are worth their weight in gold. REV. It. L. SIMrSON, Louisville, Ky. -Office. 3.% Murray St., New York. / DR. TUTT’B MANUAL of I scfulx Receipts I ItLE on application. ) GENTS’ FURNISHING GOODS flOSlilßlft VIK stomach _ J* fitters Remember that stamina, vital energy, the life principal or whatever you may choose to call the resistant power which battles against the causes of disease and death, is the grand safeguard of health. It is tho garrison of the human fortress, and when it waxes weak, the true policy 1* to throw in Reinforcements. In other words, when such an emergency occurs, commence a course of Hostetter’s Bitters. For sale by Druggists and Dealers, to whom apply for Hosttetter’s Almanacs for 1888. Or. D. P. HOLLOWAY, DentisT, Americas. ... Georgia Treatssuccessfully all diseases of the Den tal organs. Fills teeth by the improved method, and inserts artificial teeth on tho best material known to the profession. |3yOFFICE over Davenport and Son’s Drug Store. marllt Your account is due and I need the money, so call and settle, at Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Store. Written for the Republican. In memory of my Classmate, Ida K. mcKenney. BT MAUDE MIDDLETON. Ah, mother, 1 am dying now, And the fleeting days of my past, Blend their iridian sunshine, With this—the shadow of my last; From memory’s palace they rise, Like foam upon the crested wave, And scattering pearls beneath my feet, Paint a promise above my grave. My young life is ebbing fast; but— Like the sun setting in splendor, Will rise in that bright, upper day. And shine with a love more tender, Will rise purer than the breeze which— Sweeping the woodlands from afar, Shakes the stems of dipping lilies. And then diffusive hells unbar. Yes, I’m dying, surely dying, And sister as I upward ily, Will you sing the dear song of my— College days, “The Sweet Bye-and-Bye.” Sing it quickly, darling, for ere— You finish the words sweet and old, My heart will cease its beating, and— Heaven my dream of rapture unfold. Lay me to sleep near the Alma — Mater I so fondly cherished, Whose pealing bell once proudly rang Of the glory that has perished. I’ll ne’er see it again, tor iny— Like witli the tight is expiring, Earth fades, and elysium gleams, Kiss me father, I am dying. THE LOST BRIDEGROOM. In a ragged and mountainous district of Wales is situated a mining village, noted for this little story which the miners tell to their children. Years ago in the little village of—- there was an humble but neatly-kept cottage, where an old miner dwelt with his wife and only child—a son. And Alick was but a young boy when he first descended into the mines with his father. One evening, as the old miner was returning home from a neighboring village, his attention was attracted by a little girl. She was weeping bitter ly. A few broken, almost inarticulate •words told that she had been deserted by her mother. The child, weary and hungry, had cried itself to sleep, and while she was sleeping, the unnatural parent had forsaken her. The old man was touched by the in cident. Raising her tenderly in his arms, he wended his way homeward. Entering the cottage he placed the light burden in his wife’s lap, saying; “God in His wisdom has seen fit to choose our home from all the other homes in the villiageto shelter this des erted child. Knowing your kind heart, wife, 1 did not fear to bring the little one to you.” The dame pressed the good man’s hand affectionately in reply. Amy —for so the child was called—was soon seat ed before a simple repast. Alick, on his return from the parish school, welcomed the little girl with every expression of pleasure. Years passed away, and Amy’s childhood days were spent. Without great claims to beauty, there was, nevertheless, a charm about her which all recognized. The miner and his wife were not sur prised when Alick one day asked them for their consent to make Amy his wife, and to this request they accorded their heartfelt blessing; For Dyspepsia, Costiveness, l Sick Headache, Chronic Diar rhoea, Jaundice, Impurity of the Blood, Fever and ) Ague, Malaria, and all Diseases caused by De- The day for the rustic nuptials was named, and was looked forward to as an occasion of general rejoicing. The happy day arrived, work was suspended that all might join in the merry-making. Taking the hand of the trembling girl within his own,-Alick. according to the long-established custom of the village, led the way to the little vine covered church, where the parish priest blessed their love. Children strewed flowers by the way-side and sang gay songs. Each guest had made a modest offering, but to no one would Alick confide the nature of his gift, wishing, as he did, to excite an agreeable sur prise. When they had returned to the cot tage Alick kissed his wife, telling her he would leave her but for a short sea son. He left the house, ana, with one last, lingering look at the doorway where Amy stood wavinga merry adieu, he hurried off in the direction of the old mines, and a curve in the road soon hid him from view. As his lithe figure disappeared Amy uttered a faint sigh, suggestive of a dull foreboding evil on the fullness of her mirthful joy. Days passed, and search had been made everywhere. Weeks followed; then months. But the bridegroom did not return. Nor could his absence and strange disappearance be accounted for. No clew was gained by those who searched untiringly. At length hope was abandoned. The widowed bride clung tenaciously to one idea, which seemed almost like a folly, in life or death, she would see her husband again before she was called away from earth. This belief afforded her comfort, and the neighbors, while they did not share tho conviction, humored her in the thougnt, and spoke regretfully of the sad changes that sorrow had wrought in her fresh young face. Forty years were gone, and but for the sad, wisttul face of old Amy, and the whispered stories of the peasantry, the unaccountable disappearance of Alick would have been forgotten. But the tale told in an under breath by many a hearth was, that Alick had been carried off by an evil spirit, with whom he had held compact. Many even went so far .as to say that his roul haunted the old cottage, and had been seen during stormy nights in the moun tains. ' Amy indeed asserted that she often heard his voice calling her, and the light that burned always from nightfall until dawn in her casement told that her heait ever kept vigil over his fate. The old cottage continued to be thought haunted by ghostly visitors, and because of this superstition none would occupy it. It gradually fell into decay. The women of the village rare ly passed the dead miner’s house with out offering a prayer for the restless soul. The old mines having been worked, it was at length determined that new excavations should be opened. Amid the operations a subterraneous murmur was heard mingling with the sound of the pike. Suddenly a wailing cry rent the air, and the earth seemed to trem ble. Those above rushed in terror to the mouth of the pit, and the most fearless were about to decend, when the call-bell was rang violently. Every rope was at once put in use, while the miners were white and trembling with intense fear. To every inquiry they accorded the m ist discontented replies, such as “a mm,” “a demon,” “a miracle!” At length from one old man they garnered that they had worked steadily to open communication between the new and the old mine, but finding only a small obstruction at last a sturdy blow was ma le, and the dividing wall had given way; that when the cloud of dust had passed from before their astonished sjesthey saw a young man; that he was lying upon a rocky bed; beseemed to be sleeping; that his cheeks looked fresh and fair, and that his lips were still red. Instead of appproaching him they had fled in flight, filled with the belief that it was an evil spirit in hu man guise that they beheld. The owner of the mine listened at tentively. As the old man ceased lie rushed forward exclaiming: “To the miue!” Soon the truth was known. Ere many minutes three miners issued forth, bearing between them the body of the young man. With a feeling of irrepressible horror they laid him down upon the green sward. His clothes were old and indicated a style worn years and years ago; all were, however, in a perfect state of preservation. He seemed dressed as though for a fete. In his hand he held a box. It contained a gold cross, chain and medallion. Time had blackened these little pledges which the stranger had doubtless in tended for some Village maiden. They were about to raise tho body and bear it away for burial, when old Amy was seen approaching. They made way for Iter, and those near at hand were struck by the singu lar expression of her face. Her eyes sparkled with new life, and her steps, usually so feeble, seemed almost to have gained the elasticity of youth. Waving them aside with an imposing dignity, she advanced directly toward the dead man. Kneeling, she parted the dark hair on his brow and murmur ed, in a tone of inexpressible love and tenderness, his name—“ Alick!” At once all was clear. In an instant the old people present recognized ihe companion of their youth. Again she spoke: “Alick, friend of my childhood, my husband, I knew that we would meet again on earth.” As she ceased speaking, her head dropped lower and lower, until it sank upon his breast, as if in prayer. At length the yonng men advanced to remove the body. Gently the women raised tho figure of the forlorn woman. Seeing that she made no resistance, they bent over her, and found that she, too, was dead. Her long, loving vigil was at an end. The same grave holds them both, and many a sweet flower is laid upon it in remembrance of their fate, while the legend of their love is often recounted in the humble homes of the poor. —New York Daily News. She SwakT. —“Do you know the nature of an oath?” asked the judge of a colored woman. “Yes, sah; I reckon I does.” “You know, then, what it is to swear.” “Yes, sah; I reckon I does.” “Hold up your hand and swear.” She held up her hand and ripped out an oath which almost took the judge’s breath. “I’ll send you to jail for this, yon miserable creature.” “Fur what jedge?” “For using profane language in this court room.” “I dosiqt know what yer means by ’fane language. Yer tole me to swar, an’ I swar’d. White folks gittin’ so high up it gins a nigger a crick in the naik to look up at ’em. I’segwine ter leave dis town, case I wa’n’t born in Arkansaw, now how. WOMAN. Hope for Siifferfln Woman.*Nome* ailing" Neiv Under tbe Sun. By reason of her peculiar relations, and her peculiar ailments, woman has been com pelled to suffer, not only her own ills, but those arising from the want of knowledge, or of consideration on tho part of those with whom she stands connected in the social organization. The frequent and distressing irregularities peculiar to her sex have thus been aggravated to a degree which no lan guage can express. In the mansions of the rich and the hovel of the poor alike, woman has been the patient victim of ills unknown to man, and which none but she could en dure—and without a remedy. But now the hour ot her redemption has come. She need notsuffer longer, when she can find relief in Dr. J. Bradfields Female Regulator, “Woman’s Best Friend.” Prepared by Dr. J. Bradfield, Atlanta, Ga. Price, trial size, 74c; large size, *1.50! For sale by all drug gists. novß ‘>m Drugs and Patent Medicines can be bought cheap for cash, at Dr. Eldridge’s Drag Store. Hit. BAYBERRY’S DILEMMA. BY HELEN WHITNEY CLARK. “I never was in such a peck of trou ble in my life,” mused Benedict Bayber ry to himself, abstractedly stroking his chest-nut-brown whiskers, and frown ing in a manner quite foreign to his usual “happy-go-easy” disposition. “I used to think if ever I fell in love I’d know my own mind; hut I’ll swan if I ain’t plum beat this time, and no mistake. I’d rather dig a hull field of potatoes, or cut medder six weeks in succession than try to tell which o’ them two girls I like best. I’ve studi ed and studied for hours at a time whether I’d ask Selina Feabody or Delilah Dobbins, an’ the more I studied over it, the more befuddled’l get. Them bein step sisters, too, makes it kind of worse, fur when I go to the house I’m sure to see ’em both, and I’m plagued if I can tell which one I’d rather have. Delilah’s a leetle the peakedest; but then she’s got such little, white hands and such black eyes, and her cheeks are as red as any hollyhock I ever see. And then Selina she’s plump as a wood pigeon, and her hair like streaks of goldeny sunshine, and eyes as shy and blue as wildasters. Of course, folks’ll talk if I marry either one of ’em, being as they’re poor and Miss Feabody takes in washing; but I reckon I’m able to please myself, and ain’t got to say, ‘by your leave,’ to nobody.” Mr. Bayberry was certainly able to please himself, if the best farm in the country, with a cozy dwelling house and a snug “nest egg” in the village gave him the right. “And 1 must marry soon,” he con tinued, growing more perplexed than ever; “for Miss Cranehill has hinted pretty strong of late that I may have to look out for another housekeeper soon, as folks are beginning to talk. Strange they never began to talk before, when she’s kept house for me three years now. I ’spose she has an eye to be mistress here, from the way she talks. On the same Saturday afternoon pretty Selina Peabody had been ironing since seven o’clock in the morning. The heat in the close kitchen had crim soned her cheeks and curled her hair in little rings about her. “I do wonder,” she was ’hiuking to herself, with a happy light in the shy, blue eyes; “I wonder if he will be at church to-morrow, and if he will walk home with us.” As the acute reader doubtless guesses, the “he” in this instance meant Mr. Bayberry. And— “l hope it won’t snow to-morrow, thought Miss Delilah Dobbins, as she doubled a pink satin ribbon into a bow, and tried its effect on her complexion. “I hope it won’t snow, for I want to go to church. Of course Mr. Bayberry will be there; and if I don’t get a pro : posal from him this time, it wont be my fault. I’m tired to death of work ing and drudging, and being a nobody, and to-morrow I’ll set my wits to work, and—” “Delilah!” “Dear me! there’s ma calling; what do they want now?” And Miss Delilah flounced down stairs with an impatient shrug of the shoulders and a frown between her black eyebrows. “Well what do you want?” she pouted, sulkily. Her stepmother looked up with a pale from the basket of clothes over which she was stooping. “I think you will have to carry Mrs. Simonson’s clothes home, Delilah. Ned has to go to mill, and—” “I won’t do any such a thing!” snap ped the black-eyed beauty, crossly. “Carry home clothes, indeed, as if I was a servant girl! Why don’t Selina go, if anybody must?” “Selina has been ironing since early this morning, and is tired out,” answer ed Mrs. Peabody, mildly, not daring to venture a stronger remonstrance. “Well, upon my word!” sneered De lilah. “Selina’s getting mighty fine of late, if a little work lays her out. Anyhow. I shan’t budge, if Mrs. Sim onson goes without clothes all the days of her life. I’m busy fixing my dress to wear to church to-morrow; so you needn’t call me any more till supperV ready.” And she hastened hack to finish the pink bow and put another ruffle on the skirt of her cashmere frock. “What shall wo do, Selina?” groan ed Mrs. Peabody, despairingly. “Mrs. Simonson’s our best customer, and she’s so particular about havin’ her clothes early Saturday afternoon; and Delilah’s so fractious—” “Nevermind Delilah, ma. I’ll take the clothes home. I ain’t so very tired —and you won’t have much to do for supper. I parched the coffee in the oven while I was ironing, and there’s enough cold biscuits and apple-sauce.” And Selina hurriedly wrapped a scar let and black plaid shawl about her plump shoulders, tied on her bine worsted hood, and started out with Mrs. Simonson’s basket of clothes. ****** “Je—rnsalem! I’ve got it now!” and the frown disappeared from oyer Mr. Bayberry’s nose, while his handsome face brightened perceptibly. “I see my way now, clear as daylight, and I shan’t havo to marry Miss Cranehill, or go without a house-keeper,either, as she hinted I would! I’m a goin’ to leave it all to chance—or Providence, rather—an’ the first one of them girls I see by herself, I’m a goin’ to pop the question to her right straight off! An’ now, that question’s settled an’ off my ,mind, I’ll go down and see ’Squire | FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM. NO. 23. Simonson about trading fur that gray mare of his’n.” And, donning his overcoat and hat, Mr. Bayberry strode down the frosty road to ’Squire Simonson’s and also to his fate; for as he turned into the lane, where the last scarlet and gold leaves had fluttered down from the tall maples tiy the road, he encountered a little figure in a red and black plaid shawl, with a blue worsted hood setting off the maize gold hair and the pink-tinted cheeks. “Jerusalem!” muttered Mr. Bayber ry, exultantly; “if it ain’t Selina! And, somehow anuther, I can’t help feeling a little mite glad it is her, instead of the black-eyed one; though I did think I couldn’t choose between ’em.” The short wintry day was drawing to a close when Selina reached home: - “So you’ve come at last!” snapped Delilah, opening the door with a jerk, as she caught the sound of footsteps outside, “Might as well have stayed all night, while you was about it! Why, Mr. Bayberry! is it really you? Do come in, won’t you?” and the little white hand was held out, while the black eyes looked coquetishly into his. “Well, I don’t reckon I’ll stop this time, Delilah,” returned the visitor, with a smile twinkling in his hazel brown eyes: “I only just come to bring my wife home on a visit.” “Your—wife?” The black eyes expressed the amaze ment her tongue failed to utter. “My wife!” repeated Mr. Bayberry, complacently, “I’m your brother-in law now, Miss Delilah. But Selina can tell you better’n I can—how I met hera-goin’ to ’Squire Simonson’s, and popped the question on the spot; and then the ’Squire, he mistrusted some thing, an’ begun a jokin’ us, and first think I knew I was a-ridin’ off on his gray mare to git a license—that’s what kep’ us so late. And the ’Squire he married us—so that’s all. I’ma-goin’ to git the light wagon to take Selina home. Delilah’s wrath knew no bounds. “Selina knew well enough he was a-going to Simonson’s to-day,” she stormed, while her mother and sister finished getting supper, with light hearts and smiling faces—“she knew he was going to be there, and that is the reason she was so willing to take the clothes. I can see through her slight manoeuvres.” But Mr. Bayberry never regretted the happy solution of his dilemma. Han Yager’s New Dog. George Dittoe, of the Kentucky State Journal, is hard to beat on the Dutch vernacular. Just listen to him: Han Y rger has anew dog, almost brand-new, for it is only a few weeks old. His neighbor objecting to the cries of the pup at night time,yesterday spoke to Mr. Yager about it, while each was standing at his front gate. The neigh bor remarked: “Mr. Yager, I’m not a person tofiud fault with everything, but doesn’t your pup cry a little too much at night? Now last night my wife and I lost sev eral hours sleep by the crying of that pup.” “You don’d like dat moosic, eh?” “Well, no; I do not.” “Yell, 1 vas sorry mid dat; aber I can no help him. A young tog is a paby, unit pabies moostcry, haint it?” “But why don’t you whip him and make him keep quiet?” “You dinks I got me no more sense as to whip a paby? You dinks I vas gruelty to animools?” “Oh, well, it will do to talk that way, but if I’d had that pup I’d either make him stop yelling after night or I’d kill him.” At this point Mr. Yager quit leaning over the gate, took his pipe from his mouth, stood up straight and asked: “Vas you dhrough mit your gom plaint?” “Yes, I have nothing more to say at present.” “Veil; I hear me you got a paby in your house, ain’t it?” “Yes, but it is a human baby, not a dog baby.” “Schoost so; und I dell you meic friendt, I vas a mans dat don’d find fault mid eferdings; but don’d you dink 'dat paby gries a leetle doo mooch efery nighd? Mein fratt und me don’d gan’t schleep dwo hours in tozen fur der gry in’ fon dat paby fur more as four weeks; und I like me not dat. Und den I sebpeak to my frau und say, ‘Kady, I pelief me now vas a goot time lur to raise a tog pup. We don’d can’d schleep anyvay, from dat neigbpor’s paby gryin' efery nighd, und ouf we got a tog pup we got nighd moosic of our own, und ven dat grazy paby vas done gryiu’ we got a tug raised ain’t it?” Und I got me dot tog paby; und now, mein freidnt, I tells you vat I do mit you. I don’d like to make droubles mit mein neighpor. I vas kind to you; und tells you vat I do; Onf you kills your paby I kills my paby. Schpeak mit your frau aboud it.” And Hans walked into the house. Atlanta, Ga., June 18, 1879. Messrs. Hutchinson & Bro.: My wife has been a great sufferer from childhood from nervous sick headache. She has been treat ed by leading physicians, and bas also tried the popular remedies on the market, but has found no relief until induced to try your “-Neuralgine.” It has proved an unfailing remedy in her case, and 1 heartily recom mend it to any who may be similarity affect ed. Respectfully, T. R. Fgleston. HUTCHINSON & BKO., Proprietors, At lanta, Ga. Sold by Dr. E. J. Eldridge, J. E. Hall, W. TANARUS, Davenport & Son and A. J. i W. B. Hudson. _ Novß-lm If you want Combs, Brushes, Co logne, Handkerchief Extracts, Soaps, Hand-Mirrore, and all toilet articles, call at Dr. Eldrldge’s Drug Store.