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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN. ESTABLISHED IN 1854, By CH AS. W. HANCOCK. f VOL. 18. The Sumter Republican. Sf.ui-Weekly, One Tear - - - f4 00 Weely, One Year - - - - - 2.00 ISUPayable in Advance_<£l All advertisements eminating from public Bices will be charged for in accordance with ail act passed by the late General Assembly of Georgia—7s cents per hundred words for each of the first four insertions, and 35 cents for each subsequent insertion. Fractional parts of one hundred are considered one hundred words; each figure and initial, with date and signature, is counted as a word. The cash must accompany the copy of each advertisement, unless different arrange ments have been made. Advertising Kates. One Square first insertion, - - - - JI.OO Each subsequent insertion, - - - - 50 jyTEN Lines of Minion, type solid con stituto a square. All advertisements not contracted for will be charged above rates. Advertisements not specifying the length of time for which they are to be inserted will be continued until ordered out and charged for accordingly. Advertisements tooccupy fixed places will be charged 25 per cent, above regular rates Notices in local column inserted for ten cent per line each insertion. Charles F. Crisp, •it tor new nl Law, AMERICUS, GA. declfitf B. P HOLLIS, •ittornew wt Law, AMEKICUS, GA. Office, Forsyth Street, in National Bank building. . dec2otf E. G SIMMONS, •ittornew at Law, AMERICUS GA., Office in Ilawkins’building, south side of Lamar Street, in the old office of Fort& Simmons. janfitf J. A. A!\Si EY, ATTORNEY AT LAW AND SOLICITOR IN EQUITY, Office on Public Squaiie, Oveh Gyles’ Glothino Store, Amekicus, Ga. I After a brief respite I return again to the I practice of law. As in the past it will be r my earnest purpose to represent my clients I faithfully and look to their interests. The commercial practice will receive close atten tion and remittances promptly made. The Equity practice, and cases involving titlesof land and real estate are my favorites. Will practice in tiie Courts of Southwest Georgia, the Supreme Court and the United States Courts. Thankful to my friends for their patronage. Fees moderate. novlltf DR. BACLEY’S INDIAN YEGETABIE LIVER AND KIDNEY PILLS. For sale by all Druggists in Americus. Price 25 cents per box. jan26wly CARD. I offer my professional services again to the good people of Americus. After thirty years’ of medical service, X have found It difficult to withdraw entirely. Office next door to Dr. Eldridge’s drugstore, on the Square janl7tf K. C. BLACK, M. D. DiJA FORT, Physician and Surgeon, Offers his professional services to the Rof Americus and vicinity. ORice at ldridge’s Drug Store. At night can be found at residence on Furlow’s lawn. Calls will receive prompt attention. may26-tf Dr. 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 the best material known to the profession. S3?"OFFICE over Davenport and Son’s Drug Store. marllt J. B. C. Smith & Sons, [amicus 11 BUILDERS, Americus, Ca. I We are prepared to do any kind of work ■n the carpenter line at short notice and on Seasonable terms. Having had years of ex perience in the business, we feel competent Ho give satisfaction. All orders for con tacts for building will roceive prompt at tention. Jobbing promptly attended to. mav26-3m [Commercial Bar. | This well-established bouse will be kept Hn the same first-class style that has always Hharacterized it. The Choicest Liquor aud Cigars. ■Milwaukee, Budwciser and Aurora Beer, ■pnstantly on hand, and all the best brands ■f fine Brandies, Wines. &e. Good Billiard ■Tables for the accommodation of customers. ■ mayiltf JOHN W. COTNEY, Clerk. Commercial Hotel, ■ G. M HAY, Proprietor. ■This popular House is quite new and Handsomely furnished with new furniture, Bedding and all otiier ariicies. It is in the Hentre of the business portion of the city, ■onvenient to depot, the banks, warehouses, He., and enjoys a fine reputation, second to Hane, among its permanent and transient [■jests, on account of the excellence of its Htisinc. ■able Boarders Accommodated on Reasonable Terms. Hapay9-tf G. M. HAY, Proprietor. 6j" GEORGETnSREWST Rj Mil SHOE MAKER, ■At his shop in the rear of J. Waxelbaum ■ Co.’s store, adjoining the livery stables, H Lamar St., invites the public to give him Heir work. Ilq can make and repair all ■prk at short notice. Is sober and always ■ hand to await on customers. Work jKaranteed to be honest and good. H aprii-tf AYER’S Cherry Pectoral. No other complaints are so insidious in their attack as those affecting the throat and lungs: none so trifled with by the majority of suffer ers. The ordinary cough or cold, resulting perhaps from a trilling or unconscious ex posure, is often hut the beginning of a fatal sickness. Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral has well proven its efficacy in a forty years’ light with throat and lung diseases, and should be taken in all cases without delay. A Terrible Cough Cured. “In 18571 took a severe cold, which affected my lungs. I had a terrible cough, and passed night after night without sleep. The doctors gave me up. 1 tried Ayer’s Cherry Pec toral, which relieved my lungs* induced sleep, and afforded me the rest necessary for the recovery of my strength. By the continued use of the Pectoral a perma nent cure was effected. I am now G 2 years old, hale and hearty, and am satisfied your Cherry Pectoral saved me. Horace Fa irrrotiier.” Rockingham, Vt., July 15, 1882. Croup.— A Mother’s Tribute. “ While in Hie country last winter my little boy, three years old, was taken ill with croup; it seemed as if lie would die from strangu lation. One of the family suggested the use of Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral, a bottle of which was always kept in the house. This was tried in small and frequent doses, and to our delight in less than half an hour the little patient was breathing easily. 'The doc tor said that the Cherry Pectoral had saved my darling’s life. Can you wonder at our gratitude? Sincerely yours, M us. Knima.Gedxey.” 159 West 128th St., New York, May 1(>, 1882. “I have used Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral in my family for several years, and do not hesitate to pronounce it the most effectual remedy for coughs and colds wo have ever tried. A. J. Crane.” Lake Crystal, Minn., March 13, 1882. “ I suffered for eight years from Bronchitis, and after trying many remedies with no suc cess, I was cured by the use of Ayer’s Cher ry Pectoral. v Josei'H Walden.” Bylialia, Miss., April 5,1882. “ I cannot say enough in praise of Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral, believing as I do that but for its use 1 should long since have died from lung troubles E. Bragdon.” Palestine, Texas, April 22, 1882. No case of an affection of the throat or lungs exists which cannot be greatly relieved by the use of AVer’s Cherry Pectoral, and it will always cure when the disease is not already beyond the control of medicine. PREPARED by Dr. J.C. Ayer & Cos., Lowell, Mass. Sold by all Druggists. &im* s No time should be lost if the stomach, liver and bowels are affected, to adopt the snre remody, Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters. Diseases Of the organs named beget others far more serious, and a delay is therefore hazardous. Dyspepsia, liver complaint, chills and fever, early rheumatic twinges, kidney weakness, bring serious bodily trouble if trifled with. Lose no time in using effective and safe medicine. For sale by all Druggists and Dealers generally. FOUTZ 3 S HORSE AND CATTLE POWDERS £ FOUTZ fl t^Toutz y So Horse will die of Colic. Rots or Lung Fe ver, if Foutz’s Powders are used in time. Fontz’s Powders will cure, and prevent I 100 Cholera. Foutz’s Powders will prevent Gapes in Fowls. Foutz’s Powders will increase tiie quantity of milk and cream twenty per cent., and make the butter firm and sweet. Foutz’s Powders will enre or prevent almost every Disease to which Horses and Cattle are subject. Foutz’s Powders will give Satisfaction. Bold everywhere. DAVID F. FOTJTZ, Proprietor, BALTIMORE. MD. AYER’S Ague Cure IS WARRANTED to cure all enses of ma larial disease, such as Fever and Ague, Inter mittent or Chill Fever, Remittent Fever, Dumb Ague, Bilious Fever, and Liver Com plaint. In case of failure, after duo trial dealers are authorized, by our circular of July Ist, 1882, to refund the money. Dr. J.C. Ayer & Cos., Lowell, Mass. Sold by all Druggists. ELAM JOHNSON, JOHN W. M’PHERSON, STEVE R. JOHNSON, JAMES B. WILBANKS. ELAM JOHNSON, SON & GO., WHOLESALE bueiu t nmiaiu mciun —DEALERS IN— TOBACCO AND CIGARS. FOREIGN and DOMESTIC FRUITS, Veg etables and Melons In Season. BUT TER, CHICKENS and EGGS, SWEET and IRISH Potatoes. Consignment* and Orders Solicited. 12 Decatur and 13 Line Sts., P. O. Box 515. ATLANTA, GEORGIA. maystf DIVORCES— No publicity; residents of Desertion, Non-Support. Advice and applications for stamps. W. H. LEE, Att’y, 239 IT way, N. Y. ADVERTISERS By addressing oeo P. iiowei.i.&co., 10 Spruce St., New York, can learn the ex act cost of any proposed line of ADVER TISING in American Newspapers. ®”100 page Pamphlet, 25c. July 4 Corn Starch, Arrow Root, Imperial Granutn, Tapioca, Sago. Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Store. INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS. AMERICUS, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JULY 25, 1883. THE HIVE** OF XIHE. Come, fill me aglass from the River of Time, A bright flowing bumper, fill it high to the brim, ’Till I drink to the friends who passed in their prime, ’Till I drink to their shadows, fantastic grim. What is life, what is death on the River of Time, But a ray on a rose, then a puff of the air, Which wafts the soul’s fragrance to a king dom sublime, Far away from men’s treason, life’s tor ment and care: Letme quaff to tho bower where my dream love began, In tho far bygono days of gladness and glee, When my boat, with my joy, on Time’s Riv er ran, With the breeze for her sail, loud laugh ing and free. Farewell to those days when the heart was still young, And 1 danced in the dreamlight of Hope’s morning star; Fare well to the days when my free footsteps sprung Over mountain and valley, e’er streamlet and bar. In the sunbeams I played, while their glo ries beguiled. And the smile of love’s eye was the gem of my soul; And I sailed on that stream with the pride of a child, Whose butterfly joy is a paradise whole. Oh, never again shall one moment return, With its morning of hope, and its garland of spring, For deep down in the heart the embers that burn Rounds the • dreams of my youth to cere ments cling. With the seasons that come, and the seasons that go, As he counts tiie far years ere his man hood is born, Youth’s patience is long, and his biding is slow. And old Time’s rolling river is compassed with scorn. With the sunsets that fade, and the twi lights that fall, As he numbers the days, swift-wing’d in their flight, Ere he lays aside care at the Death-Angel’s call, Age turns to tiie past with a far fading sight: “Where is genius?” he asks; “where is tal ent’s reward?” And he fixes his gaze on the River of Time; “It is ground under foot by a cold-hearted horde, The noisy in brass, and the cringers to crime.” And the river flows on, as I stand on the brink, Aud the friends of a day pass by on the tide; And the good and the true undeservedly sink, And the bad and the bold undeservedly ride. W\SC>Y,TA, THE IKON ROOM. Directly the large country house be gan to lose its guests, the hostess, Mrs. Hope, had time to look about her, and one of the first inconvenient things she saw was the very evident love affair between handsome Jack Talbot, of the —th, who had nothing in the world but his Captain’s pay, and her only daughter Lillian, whoi e first duty to her parents lay in making an eligible match! This would never do. But the worldly-wise lady reflected that Capt. Talbot’s visit was only to last three days longer, and with true art appeared blissfully content with the position. The night before he went away, the suitor applied to Mr. Hope, and begged to have his prayer favora bly answered; and he (having received his brief from his wife) temporized gently; spoke of youth, changeable affections, and so on, and said ho could not at present give a definite answer. “My I hope?” asked the suitor. “If you like,” said tho father; and nothing could have ended better. Lil lian waved a damp pocket-handker chief from the window and the knight “rode away.” A month later Jack was ordered to Egypt, and Mrs. Hope thought it highly probable that all her difficulties would be removed by the Egyptians. If not, time was gained at any rate, and Lillian was growing handsomer every day. “My dear,” said Mr. Hope one eve ning. “Lord Blackmoor is evidently struck with Lillian.” “So I see,” responded the wife, smil ing complacently? “I shouldn’t be surprised if bespoke shortly.” “So much the better.” “But, ah—how about the other fel low?” queried Mr. Hope, uneasily. “Nothing about him,” said Mrs. Hope resolutely; “he must not be men tioned.” “Lord Blackmoor is very old.” • “Ho will make the better husband.” “Lillian is a beautiful, warm-hearted girl!” faltered the father. “Had she not been beautiful a coro net would not bp offered her.” “But, Harriet, you and I were both young when we were married!” Mrs. Hope calmly fixed her fine eyes on the ceiling, and her husband Baw sentiment would find no response. Anc so, while Jack was bronzing his handsome face and fighting for his country in Egypt, his Lillian was de sired to receive the addresses of an elaborate old fop of seventy-five, and she only eighteen. But these things happen, so we mast contemplate them. Between her mother and Lord Blackmoor it was arranged that tho wedding s-hould take place in December and in the meantime rumor came that Captain Talbot was killed. The Hopes’ return took place the end lof November, and the bridegroom-elect was to come there in December. He arrived, and, to the girl, seemed more distasteful than ever. He followed her about with an affection of youthful ardor, which sorely warred with gout and dyspepsia. “Momma,” said the frenzied Lillian, “if you don’t keep him away from me now, I’ll say ‘no’ at the altar!” And fearing that this was true, Mrs. Hope rejoiced in an attack of gout, which confined the old nobleman to his room, where she treated him with flattery and devotion. So then the poor girl wandered down to the boat house. It was half a mile from the house, and there was a snugly furnished iron room there, where tea things and spirit lamps were kept. Lillian had often made tea here in the happy summer; and now she entered the room, which struck cold and damp from long disuse, and throwing herself in a chair, sobbed a. if her heart were breaking. A footstep outside made Lillian start up quickly. It was the postman on his way to the house. “Have you any letters for me?” asked the girl. “Yes, miss, surely,” said the mau; and he found three, handed them to her, and passed on. Lillian re-entered the iron room, sank on a sofa, aud with trembling hands tore open one—it was from Jack. As she read it she found that other letters had been sent to her—who had them? Jack was in London; said he was fast recovering from his wounds and that he had determined to come down and hear from her own lips that she gave him up. And concluded by saying he would be at the boat house oy 5 o’clock the next evening—would she meet him there?” The next evening meant this even ing; this evening that ever was; for the letter had been written the day be fore. Lillian’s delight at this unexpected news was paramount. She hastened back to the house, determining that nothing should reveal the change. She inquired civilly after Lord Blackmoor, had five dresses tried on by a dress maker, dvoee with her mother to pay some calls; and when they returned home it was a quarter to five o’clock. Mrs. Hope ordered tea for herself in her bed-room, saying she should sit after ward with Lord Blackmoor till dinner time, so Lillian was at liberty. She escaped in the dark winter’s afternoon, ran swiftly down through tho park, and as she neared the boat house she saw a tall, well known figure keeping out of the way of observation. Her heart beat so violently that she could scarcely go on, and then the lover threw caution to the winds, and in another few secunds all that was needful was told, and the old, old story went on as smoothly as it no old Lord Blackmoor existed. Late that night, after Mrs. Hope and the servants had gone to bed, Lillian •ought her father in the library. “My dear girl, what is the matter?” he cried, nervously, as the fair form of his daughter, robed in a light blue dressiug gown, suddenly appeared and sat down on his foot-stool. “Papa, Jack isn’t dead,” whispered Lillian, fixing her lovely eyes on Mr Hope’s wondering countenance and fondling his hand. “Isn’t he, my dear?” helplessly in quired the old gentleman, who had been aware of t,he fact for some time. “I’m going to marry Jack, papa—” “Then don’t tell me, my dear, don’t tell me!” exclaimed Mr. Hope, a beam of delight on his countenance “I know nothing about it, mind; if I did your mother would worm it out of mo.” For there are still “Caudle Lectures,” dear reader. “Then, dear, dear papa—you won’t be angry—if—to-morrow—” “Never, my love never, as long as I know nothing about it,” hastily cried the father, kissing the pretty upturned face, and added in a whisper, “Talbot is the soul of honor, and lean trust him.” In the gray morning it was Miss Hope’s habit to take a walk. Sle took one the next morning, and a muf fled figure emerged from the iron room to meet her. And by the first np train these two reached London, and by the time Lord Blacktnoor’s gout relented sufficiently to enable him to appear at a late breakfast, where he hoped to meet his fair fiancee, a telegram announced to the scandalized mother, the appar ently scandalized father, and the mor tified nobleman that Lillian would never wear a coronet. She did not do badly, though. An eccentric godmother of Capt. Talbot’s was so impressed by the faetthat agirl had refused a coronet for his sake that she left him her fortune.— The Argosy. On Thirty Day’s Trial. The Voltaic Belt Go., Marshall, Mich, will send Ur. Dye’s Cblebbathd Electro, Voltaic Belts and Electric Appliances on trial for thirty days to men (young or old) who are afflicted with Nervous Debility. Lost Vitality and Manhood, and kindred troubles, guaranteeing speedy and complete restoration of health and manly vigor. Ad dress as above. N. B.—No risk is incurred, thirty davs’ trial is allowed. dec2l-ly- Ontward actions can never give a just estimate of us, since there are many perfections of a man which are not capable of appearing in actions. Physicians use Shrine r’s In dian Vermifuge in their practice and pronounce it a first class article. A trial will convince the most skeptical of its intrinsic merit. Laundry Starch, Laundry Blue, Laundry Soaps. Dr. JSldridge’s Drug Store. THE BAD BOY IN MOURNING. He Tells About a Funeral at His House. “Why don’t you take an ice pick and clean the dirt out from under your finger nails,” said the grocery man to the bad boy, as he came into the store and stroked the cat the wrong way as •he lay in the sun on the counter, on a quire of manilla paper. “Can’t remove the dirt for thirty days. It is an emblem of mourning. Had a funeral at our house yesterday,” aud the boy took a pickle out of a tub and put it in the cat’s month, and then went to the show case, while the gro cery man, whose back had been turned during the pickle exercise, thought by the way the cat jumped into the dried apple barrel and began to paw and scratch with all four of her feet, yowl, that she was going to have a fit. “I hadn’t heard about it,” said the 1 grocery man, as he took the cat by the neck and tossed her out in the back shed into an old oyster box fuff of saw dust, with a parting injunction that if she was going to have fits she better go out whero there was plenty of fresh air. “Death is always a sad thing to contemplate. One day we are full of health and joy and cold victuals, and the next we are screwed down in a box, a lew words are said over our remains, a few tears are sh and and there is a race to see who shall get back from the cemetery first, and though we may think we are an important factor in the world’s progress, and sometimes feel as though it would be unable to put up margins and have to stop the deal, the world goes right along, and it must annoy people who die to real ize that they don’t count, for game. The greatest man in the world is only a nine-spot when he is dead, because somebody else takes the tricks the dead man ought to have taken. But, say who is dead at your house? “Our rooster. Take care don’t you hit mo with that canvassed ham,” said the boy, as the grocery mau looked mad to learn that there was nobody dead but a rooster, when he had preached such a sermon on the subject. “Yes how soon we are forgotten when we are gona. Now, you would have thought that rooster’s hen would have remained faithful to him for a week at least. I have watched them all tho spring, and never saw a perfect pic ture of devotion than that between the bantam rooster and his hen. They were constantly together, and there was nothing too good for her. He would dig up angle worms and call her, and when she came np on a gallop aud saw the great big worm on the ground, she would look so proud of her rooster, and he would straighten up and look as though he was saying to her, “I’m a daisy,” and then she would look at- him as if she would like to kiss him, and just as she was going to pick up the worm he would 6natch it and swallow it himself, and chuckle and walk around and be full of busi ness, as though wondering why she didn’t take the worm after he had dug it for her, and then the hen would look disappointed at first, and then she would be resigned as much as to say, “Worms are too rich for my blood anyway, and the poor, dear rooster needs them more than I do, because he has to do all the crowing,” and she would go off and find a grasshopper and eat it on the sly for fear he would see her and complain because she did not divide. Oh, I have never seen any thing that seemed to me so human as the relations between that rooster and hen. He seemed to try to do every thing for her. But I was disgusted with him when the poor hen was set ting. The first week that she sat on the eggs he seemed to get along first rate, because he had a couple of flower beds to dig up, which a press of busi ness had caused him to neglect before, and a couple of neighbor’s gardens to destroy, so he seemed to be glad to have his hen retire to her boudoir and set, but after he had been shooed out of the gardens and flower beds he seemed to be nervous, and evidently wanted to be petted, and he would go near the hen and she would seem to tell him to go and take a walk around the block, because she hadn’t time to leave her business, and if they didn’t attend to it thoy would have a lot of spoiled eggs on their hands, and no family to bring up. He would scold, and seem to tell her that it was all foolishness, that for his part he didn’t want to hear a lot of chickens squawk ing around. He would seem to argue with her that a brood of chickens would be a dead give away on them both, and they would at once be class ed as old folks, while if they were alone in the world they would be spring chickens, and could go iu young society, but the hen would scold back, and tell him he ought to be ashamed of himself to talk that way, and he would go off mad, and sulk around a spell, and then go to a neighbor’s hen house and sometimes he wouldn’t come back till the next day. The hen would be sorry she had spoken so cross, and would be pained at his going away and would look anxiously for his return, and when he came back after being out in the rain all night, she would be so licitous after his health, and tell him he ought to wrap something around him, but he acted as though he didn’t caro for his health, and he would go out again and get chilled through. Finally the hen came off the nest with ten chickens, and the rooster seemed very proud, and when anybody came I out to look at them he would crow, ) and seem to say they were all his chick- ens, though the hen was a long time hatching them, and if it had been him that was setting on them he could have hatched them out in a week, or died a trying. But the exposure told on him, and he went into a decline, and one morning we found him dead. Do you know, I never seen a hen that scorned to realize a calamity as she did. She looked pale and her eyes looked red, and she seemed to be utterly crushed. If the chickens which were so young they could not realize that they were little orphans, became noisy and got to pulling and hauling over a worm, and conducted themselves in an unseem ingly manner, she would talk to them in hen language, with tears in her eyes and it was a picture of woe. Bat the next day a neighboring rooster got to looking through the fence from the al ley, and trying to flirt with her. At first she was indignant, and seemed to tell him he ought to go about his bus iness, and leave her alone, but the dude kept clucking and pretty soon the widowed hen edged up toward the fence, and asked him to come in, but the hole in the fence was too small for him, and then the chickens went out in the al ley and the hen followed them out. I shall always think she told the chick ens to go out, so she would have an excuse to go after them, and flirt with the rooster, and I think it is a perfect shame. She is out in the alley half the time, and I could cuff her. It seems to me wrong to so soon forget a deceased rooster, but I suppose a hen can’t be any more than human. Say, you don’t want to buy a good dead rooster do you? You could pick it and sell it to somebody that owes yon fora spring chicken. “No, I don’t want any deceased poultry, that died of grief, and you better go home and watch your hen, or you will be bereaved some more,” and the grocery man went out in the shed to see if the cat was over its fit, and when he came back the boy was gone, and after awhile the grocery man saw a crowd in front of the store, and he went out and found the dead rooster lying rn the vegetable stand with a pa per penned on his breast, on which was a sign, “ This ruster died of colix. For sale cheep to bordiug.house only.” He took the dead rooster and threw it in the street, and looked up and down the street for the bad boy, and went in and hid a raw hide where he could reach it handy. -Peck’s Sun. MLL NYE IN A SAW MILL. I have just returned from atrip up from the North Wisconsin Railway, where I went to catch a string of cod fish and anything else that might be contagious. Northern Wisconsin is the place where .hey yank a big wet log into a mill and turn it into cash as quick as a railroad man can draw his salary out of the pay car. The log is held on a carriage Dy means of iron dogs while it is being worked into lumber. These iron dogs are not like those we see on the front steps of a brown-stone front occa sionally. They aro another breed of dogs. The managing editor of the mill lays out the log in his mind and works it into dimension stuff shingle bolts, sla. s, edgings, two by fours, two by eights, two by sixes, etc., so as to use the goods to the best advantage, just as a woman takes a dress pattern and cuts it so she won’t have to piece the front breadths, and will still have enough left to make a polonaise for the last summer gown. I stood there for a long time watch ing the various saws and listening to their monotonous growl, and wishing that I had been born a successful tim ber thief instead of a poor boy without a rag to my back. At one of these mills, not long ago, a man backed up to get away from the carriages, and thoughtlessly backed against a large saw that was revolving at the rate of about two hundred times a minute. The saw took a large chew of tobacco from the plug he had in his pistol pocket, and then began on him. But there’s no use going into details. Such things are not cheerful. They gathered him up out of the saw-dust and put him in a nail-keg and carried him away, but he did not speak again, bife was quite extinct. Whether it was the nervous shock that killed him, or the concussion of the cold saw against his liver that killed him, no one ever knew. The mill shutdown a couple of hours so that the head sawyer could file his saw, and then work was resumed once more. We should learn from this never to lean on the buzz saw when it movetb itself aright. Vital Questions. Ask the most eminent physician Of any school, what is the best thing in the world for quieting and allaying all irri tation of the nerves and curing all forms of nervous complaints, giving natural, child like refreshing sleep always? And they will tell you unhesitatingly “Some form of Hops!” chatter i. Ask any or all of the most eminent physi -01 “'what is the best and only remedy that can be relied on to cure all diseases of the kidneysand urinary organs; such as Bright s disease, diabetes, retention or inability to retain urine, and all the diseases and ail ments peculiar to Women”— “And they will toll you explicitly and em phatically ‘Buchu-’ ’’ Ask the same physicians “What is the most reliable and surest cure for all liver diseases or dyspepsia; constipa tion, indigestion, biliousness, malarial fever, ague, Sec.," and they will tell you: “Mandrake 1 or Dandelion 1 Hence, when these remedies are combined with others equally valuable And compounded into Hop Bitters, such a [Concluded next week.] s FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM. Mr.* and Mrs. Spoopendyke. Drake’s Traveler’s Magazine. “Now, my dear,” said Mr. Spoopen dyke, rubbing his hands gleefully and contemplating his wife from the oppo site seat of tho railway car with a pleasant smile. “Now, my dear, sup poso we take a look at the lunch of which we have had such remarkable accounts. If there is anything nice when a man is traveling, it is a home made lunch. Develop the viands, and let joy uuconfined!” and Mr. Spoopen dyke laughed outright in anticipation of the gustatory delights in store for him. All right, giggled Mrs. Spoopen dyke, opening the basket with tremb ling hands. “Now yon hold that and don’t yon open anything until I get it all out,” and Mrs. Spoopeudyke hand ed him a long roll of something done np in a coarse brown paper. “How much more of this is there to get out?” demanded Mr. Spoopendyke, sniffing at the paper and detecting Bo logna sausage, a thing he detested.— “What is this, anyway, a club to keep the rest of the lunch in order? Is this thing the police force of this lunch? Fetch forth the law-abiding elements, if you’ve got any! Never mind the ex ecutive of this feast, produce the labor ing faction, the tax-paying end ot the business!” “Here’s some cheese,” murmured Mrs. Spoopendyke, and a pie and some smoked beef and some herring, and—” “Haven’t ye got some salt some where?” hissed Mr. Spoopendyke, planting the bologna on end in the cen ter of the pie. “How’m I to quench my thirst after eating all this truck, unless I have salt? Where’s the mus tard that goes with these mercies?” and Mr. Spoopendyke dove into the package of beef and scattered the con tents over his wife’s lap. “I’ll bet the Bologna can whip the cheese in four rounds!” he yelled hauliug the offend ing sausage out of the pie and jobbing it through the cheese. “Hurray! Now we will sponge him off with the her ring lor the next round!” and Mr. S. seized a fish by the tail and slammed it into the basket. “Don’t pleaded Mrs. Spoopendyke, looking helplessly on. “I like those things, if you don’t.” “Can’t ye let the lunch have a lit tle?” squealed Mr. Spoopendyke, ham mering at the cheese with the sausage. “Of course you like these things! they are right in your line! All you want is a strike and a step-lader to be a salt mine! Where’s my lunch? Bring on the delicacies calculated to supply the waste tisue of Spoopendyke!” and the worthy gentleman drove the sausage clear through the pie and impaled the herring on the other end. “Here’s a Charlotte, and a—” com menced Mrs, Spoopendyke. “Hand me the blushing Charlotte!” howled Mr. Spoopendyke, who had fixed his mind on cold chicken, and saw no realization of his anticipations. “Show me the Charlotte just budding into womanhood, and she shall have the pie! Give me—hey! What’s that?” “This is a canot beans!” exclaimed Mrs. Spoopendyke, brightening a little You know you always liked beans.” “Let’s have ’em!” growled Mr. S. reaching for them. “\\ hat have you got to open them with?” “I’m afraid I left the can opener at home,” whispered Mrs. Spoopendyke, rumbling through the basket. , “How do you propose to open ’em then?” roared Mr. Spoopendyke, set ting his teeth and breathing hard. “Show me the spring that busts this cover off! Guide me into the combi nation of this stem winding can of beans! Maybe this’ll do-it!” and Mr. Spoopendyke again grabbed the sau sage and went for the can. “How’m I getting on he yelled, as the Bologna tlew in all directions. “Think you be gin to smell those beans any more plainly than you did? Wa-b-h!” ho shrieked, as a huge chunk of the pork broke off short and landed in his ear. “This hog don’t know who he’s fool ing with! Let me introduce you to Spoopendyke!” and he ground the ssn sage flat against the can and dropped the debris on the floor. “I don’t know what we are going to do!” murmured Mrs. Spoopendyke in great distress. “Now watch the triumph of mind over beans?” howled Mr. Spoopendyke opening the window and placing the can on the sill.” “The reward of ge nius!” he roared, as he brought the window down on the can. Mrs. Spoopendyke dodged just in time, and her unfortunate spouse caught the bean part of the feast tairly in front, and was covered from his eye brows to his ankles. “That’s what ye wanted?”he gasped, as the full extent of the calamity dawn ed on him. “That’s what ye been try ing to get me to do? Dod gast the measly beans!” and Mr. Spoopendyke made for the smoking car, and was seen no more till dark. “I don’t care,” soliloquized Mrs. Spoopendyke, assuring herself that the Charlotte had not been injured. “He might have waited a moment, and he would have had some cold chicken. But, of course, if he has made a lunch on beans, he won't care for anything else.” And with this consolatory reflection Mrs. Spoopen dyke ate the chicken and Charlotte in alternate bits, and composed herself for a comfortable nap. Anew supply of He-no Tea, Black Tea, Green Tea, Chocolate at Dr. Eldridge's Drug Store. NO. 87.