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E. W. & f. S. COLEMAN. Eiitors and Proprietors.
ELLIJAY COURIER
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THE ELLIJAY COURIER.
WILD NAN;
OR—
Tie Outcast’s Secret!
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A GREAT CHICAGO STORY.
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by weldor j. cobb,
Author of "At Her Mercy,” "The Love of
Her Life,” “The Manacled Hand,” “The
Telegraph Detective,” "The Stolen
Bridegroom,” Etc., Etc.
Gofibiorzed. All Right. Buxbtzd.
CHAPTER XVHI [Continued. ]
'"hat Is true, bat in 'his . men*
on* a girl as the messe er .man.”
Nan. s.face broke into* quick smile.
“Oh, I cried. “I do not blame
■on for suspecting me, as I forgot to ex
ilain. I am the girl mentioned in th<
iote.”
“You?” said the woman in some surprise.
“Yes. but disguised, an assumption
necessitated by the occurrence of circnm.
stances I had not foreseen. ”
Mrs. Ward, glancing keenly at her face,
was apparently satisfied as to her last state
ment, and then said:
“Mr. Sherwood is in trouble, you say. ”
“Yes, he is badly wounded and at the
mercy of enemies he dares not arrest
until he has learned more of their plans.”
“And he has sent you here ”
“To ask your assistance in enabling him
to outwit his foes. Madam,” said Nan
earnestly, “I have a strange, tragic story (o
tell you, and v, hen yon have listened to its
details, I think you will agree with me that
to overcome the iniquitous plots of Mr.
Sherwood’s foes it will require the exerciss
of more than ordinary shrewdness. ”
Seated by the side of the matron, W T ild
Nan proceeded to tell her all that had oc
curred since the night Edith Leslie had
been taken by her supposed father to tha
old works. She traced every move of the
plotters, the visit to the garden, the mur
der of Armitage, the rescue of Percy Sher
wood by herself, and finally her visit with
the recovered papers to Lesiie.
Then, in still lower tones, she proceeded
to relate the plan Sherwood and herself had
formed to outwit Elmer Warren and his ac
complice, Reuben Leslie.
Diverging from the natural course of the
narative, she incidentally referred to the
mystery of Beatrice Avecal, in plain terms
indicating that Sherwood had told her aIL
Considering every point, her auditor
breathlessly listening to every word, Nan,
earnestly intent on unfolding her plans,
neither knew that a white-robed, pale-faced
woman had come to the open door of the
little parlor and stood looking in at them
with eager, startled eyes.
It was Beatrice Avenal, but from that
beautiful face had faded all the singular
tokens of insanity so visible at the time of
Edith Leslie’s last visit.
The eyes were calmer, the frame less
tremulous, and a more intense intelligence
was manifested in the features of the un
fortunate Beatrice, for the paroxysm of
rage and jealousy which had rent her soul
when she was confronted by Edith Leslie
had resulted in a wild delirium, from which
she had awakened anew creature.
Mrs. Ward had only believed her now,
thoughtful frame of mind a brief respite
from the sad mental blight which had
clouded her brain in the past She little
dreamed of the sentient thoughts which
were struggling for the light, obscured
thoughts readily comprehended by Beatrice
Avenal, as tne latter now listened to the story
of Wild Nan.
As the latter concluded her graphic re
cital, the woman whom Elmer Warren had
claimed to be the wife of his half-brother
glided before the amazed vision of the
two other occupants of the room, and, pale
and agitated, sank to a chair, regarding
them with startled eyes and a face traversed
by the most poignant emotions.
“Great heavens! she has overheard us!"
cried Mrs. Ward, arising in alarm. “It
will agitate her already-tortured mind to
new distress. ”
But the calm, steady tones of Beatrice
Avenal sounded a strange surprise to her
startled souL
“No,” came from the pale set lips. “Your
words have dissipated the last dark grop
ings of my mind. I have learned the truth
at last—and am in full consciousness of
its light, for I finally know the mystery of
my bearing the name of the wife of Perfly
Sherwood.”
CHAPTER XIX.
EDITH’S ESCAPE.
At a glance from Mrs. Ward the disguised
girl, Wild Nan, had retired to the corridor
of the house, while the latter approached
Beatrice and laid her hand tremblingly,
gently, on her shoulder.
“Beatrice,” she said, solicitously, “yoc
should not have ventured from your room.
Come, dear child, let ns return and seek the
<est you so much need. ”
But the white face of her charge was
lifted to her own with a firmness of expres
sion which fairly startled Mrs. Ward.
“I am rested.” the parted lips uttered,
irearily. “I know the truth. lam satis,
led."
“The truth?” repeated Mrs. Ward,
vaguely.
“Yes. Oh, I see you believe me still suf
fering from some delnsion of the senses. If
vou had told me what your companion has
tevealed in this room within the past few
miuutes my mind might have gtasped the
truth sooner. ”
“Merciful heaven! can it be that her mind
Is restored?” murmured Mrs. Ward, in a
lever of wild anxiety.
“Yes,” replied Beatrice, calmly answering
uer question, “the light has come at last. A
dismal, cheering awakening, but in time to
lid you and your friends, the kind-hearted
man who has sacrificed so much for me,
to outwit his cruel enemies, mine as well
as his own.”
A flush of joy on her face as she realized
the truth, Mrs. Ward hastened to the
corridor, dosing the parlor door after her
“Strange friend that you are,” she broko
out wildly, gratefully, to Nan, “whatever
rour motives for your interest in onr be
half. yon seem to bring good fortune wber
ever you eowe."
Nan looked up inquiringly.
“J wdeigUmd you, ” sho replied.
“ .A. Map of Busy Life—lts Fluctuations and its Vast Concerns.”
ELLIJAY, GA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1885.
“Then learn my answer in the restoration
to reason of the poor unfortunate Beatrice
Avenal in yonder room. Just in time to
Influence her blighted mind, your revela
tions have made her a rational boing, and
led her to the truth rather than overwhelm
ed her with its strangeness.”
A quick excited light spraug in the dis
guised girls eyes.
“You believe this?” she asked, eagerly.
“Yes.”
“And that the effect will be permanent?*
“I believe that Beatrice Avenal realizes
all the past and the present. ”
“And if I should need also her co-opera
tion ”
The woman shrank back in apprehensive
fear.
“You mean that she should meet Elmer
Warren?”
“Yes.”
“It cannot be.”
Mrs. Ward spoke firmly and decidedly.
“But if it is the only way of saving others
and righting her own wrongs?”
“Wait, then, till she is strong enough foi
the ordeal,” repeated the matron, agitated
ly-
“ You will hear from me soon again, ” said
Nan, as she reached the door, and bidding
Mrs. Ward farewell left the house.
She directed her footsteps to the building
where she had left her bundle of wearing
apparel, and disappearing within its broad
doorway, was gone for some time.
When she returned to the street she was
Wild Nan again, in form and features, the
old worn dress enhancing the effect of her
Wildness of manner, and careless, rapid
gait.
It was dark when she arrived at the place
where she had first traced Leslie, after his
•emoval from the humble quarters Edith
.eslie had known as home. She en
ered the rooms without knocking, and to
ler surprise found them vacant. Even the
woman, Mrs. Leslie, was not within th*
and the girl was startled for a mpmenf
i-i two at the sudden disappearance of the
mechanic's household.
But as she realized that Warren and his
accomplice fancied they were near tha
verge of success, and also that they had
probably believed this place too near the
ousiness center of the city for their pur
poses, she left the rooms, and proceeded to
make inquiry of the man who leased the
apartments concerning Leslie.
She was informed that he had removed
his wife in a carriage that afternoon, after
selling the man the furniture of the rooms,
and then, confidant that Bhe would find tfie
persons she sought at the river house, she
hastened thither at once.
She determined not to make herself
manifest in ease she succeeded in locating
Warren and Leslie. The gloomy old build
ing, occupied in part as a low saloon, a
storage place for salt, and a sail-loft, af
forded only one habitable portion—the rear
of the second story, where Edith Leslie
traversing the hafileacling to the suite
of rooms of which the prison apartment
formed one, Nan paused as she heard the
sound of loud conversation within, and
then, deciding that she had better announce
her return, she boldly entered the place.
Leslie was there, and Warren, too. Seat
ed at a table, the two were playing at cards
and drinking from a bottle of some dark
liquor. On a pallet in one corner of the
apartment lay Mrs. Leslie, her white, silent
face and closed eyes telling that she was
in a dead stupor of exhaustion caused by
the rough removal that day.
“Hello! Back again, eh?” ejaculated
Warren, ns his glance rested on Wild Nan.
“Come here.”
She shrank back at his coarse familiarity,
fnd a gleam of latent defiance came into
uer dark, expressive eyes. But she sub
dued all emotions, and obeyed his com
mand.
Leslie, his glance unsteady, shuffled the
cards carelessly, his wavering hand and
confused manner telling Nan plainly that
ne, like Warren, was fortifying his courage
with liquor to dispose of Edith Leslie for
good that night.
They suspended the game, as Warren,
ifith drunken gravity, pointed to a chair,
ind Nan, seating herself as far from him as
oossible without exciting his suspicion as
<o her true sentiments toward him, heard
gim ask:
“Have you bid your friends good-by?”
She nodded assentingly.
“The rocks, the waters, the flowers, the
birds?” he continued in a half-scornful
monotone.
“All of them,” she replied, simply.
“That is well. Now then, girl, you have
done us a favor in bringing back some pa
jers you found. We want to reward you.
(Ye are going to leave the city.”
“Leave the city?” repeated Nan, vaguely.
“Yes.”
“To-night?” she inquired, in the same
limple tones.
“No, to-morrow night. Do you want to
o with us?”
'.“Yes.”
“Go with us,” continued Warren, “to a
grand fortune, to silks and satins, and gold
md jewels. ”
Nan clasped her hands ecstatically in a
feigned rhapsody of delight.
“We are going on a long journey,” said
Warren, “and Mr. Leslie will be a father to
you. Only if we should tell you a story
end ask you to pretend to be someone
other than Wild Nan, you must not refuse.
You see, Nan, it is necessary that you
should do this to help Edith.”
“I will obey you. for you are my friends,*
replied the wanderer.
Warren and Leslie exchanged glances of
satisfaction at the apparently easy success
of their new scheme.
“There is something else, Nan,” said the
latter gravely.
She looked up inquiringly.
“You must be married, for that is neces
sary.”
An expression of utter bewilderment ap
peared on the girl’s featnres.
“Married; I?’’ she murmured.
“Yes,” replied Warren.
“To whom?”
“To myself.”
He watched her narrowly. Apparently,
she seemed perplexed at the proposition,
nothing more. Yet, deep down in her heart,
an awful rage against this man, mingled
with a vengeful joy that he was digging his
own grave by revealing his plans to her,
thrilled her to keen interest.
, “You see my girl,” again interposed Les
lie, “Mr. Warren loves you, and it would
not do for you to travel with us unless you
were his wife.”
Were the men arrant fools? As Nan re
membered their former shrewdness and
craft, she marveled that her ingenious sim
plicity had so fully baffled their keen per-
Motion.
Yes," she said, after a brief pause, look
lag up without the quiver of an eye-lid, “I
will marry Mr. Warren.”
“And you will never regret your decision
my girl, ” replied the half-dranken schemer.
“I will treat you kindly, and give you a for
turne as soon as we reach ”
A warning gesture from Leslie stopped
him from developing their secret intentions
farther.
“And I am to remain here,” inquired
Nan, “until ?”
“Until the marriage. Yes, to-morrow
night all will be ready. Eh, Leslie?”
The mechanio started as Warren’s eye*
darted a glance at the door of the pnsoq
apartment.
“Yes,” replied the man addressed, “we
will be ready. Nan can watch my wife in
the meantime.”
A smile of serene composure settled
down over the face of Warren as they re
sumed the game of cards. More than onoa
be seemt-d about to speak to his companion
on some theme of interest in his mind, but
he glanced at the half-empty bottle and ap,
peared to have decided to wait until his
confederate was still more under the influ
ence of liquor.
NTan had taken a chair by the side of Mrs.
Leslie. ■ Seated there, her face grew sad as
she Regarded the white features of the in
sensible sufferer, and then her glance wan
dering to the men at the table, as she noted
the actions of Warren, and divined that the
fete of Edith Leslie would soon be sealed
by some action on his part, she stole to the
'door unperceived by them, and reaching
the corridor sped down the stairway to the
street and thon around the docks at tha
rear of the building.
She had arranged for the details of her
preconceived plan, and she proceeded si
lently to put her efforts in behalf of Edith
Leslie into execution at onee.
She knew the location of the window of
the apartment, and having fixed it definitely
in her mind, she proceeded to climb the
projecting course of stoue which ffirmed
the corner of the room in which Edith was
confined.
Her nimble feet, practiced and Bkillful
among the rocks of the old quarry, soon
scaled the rough surface of the building.
There was an iron bar running from be
neath the window to the wall diagonally op
posite, and resting herself on this to sus
tain her form she clasped the bars of the
window and peered in.
All was darkness in the apartment, and
she endeavored in vain to make out the
form she sought. She pressed her feco
still closer to the window and whispered
the single name:
“Edith.”
mere wm a movement tne sound or
ome one crossing the floor of the room,
iud then a voioe, tremulous with anxiety,
ipoke:
“Is it you, Nan?”
“Sh—h, not too loud,” whispered the
vunder “Bring a chair to the window
•ud gel ready to fly as soon ak l remove
:hese bars. ”
Producing a saw and file from her dress,
ivitli which she had provided herself at her
'oom in the building where she had changed
ter disguise. Nan proceeded to work upon
me iron bat s. Rusted and worn it was less
lhan half an hour when she announced the
success of her object, watched breathlessly
ind in direful suspense by Edith, who had
tlambered to the aperture.
Nan had wrenched the second bar from
ho window, and, taking a rope from her
locket, passed it around one of the remain
ing bars.
“Creep through the window and dosoend
by the rope,” she whispered to her trembling
companion, as she herself descended to the
round, “and be careful when you reach
'he bottom, for it is near the edge of the
dock.”
She uttered a little cry of satisfaction, as
minute later Edith Leslie stood by her
fide.
“Listen to me, and follow my instructions
lo the letter,” spoke Nan, hurriedly. “You
sre to go to a certain place.” and she men
noned the street and number where the
ouilding was located in which she had
changed her disguise.
“You will join me there?” asked Edith.
“No.”
“What must I do then?”
“You will know when you arrive there.
No questions now, lest your flight is dis
covered and you are pursued. Remain at
he place until you hear from me. Your
ausband "
Edith uttered a low cry of eager surprise.
“He lives!” she iterated. “Will you tell
me. Nan, that your words were true?”
“Yes, he lives.”
“And I shall see him?”
“You will join your husband at the place
T send you to. Hurry! See! There is a
light in the room you have just left! Quick!
your hat, and do not delay an instant!”
With a half-suppressed cry of joy at
Nan’s words, not hesitating at the strange
actions of her companion as she seized her
nat, the released prisoner darted from the
dock and disappeared from view.
At the same moment Wild Nan, with a
quick movement, threw the hat into the
river below, and then glancing up at the
window of the room Edith had just left,
caught the rope, pulled it down, and flung
it with the file and saw into the stream.
These provisions made against the de
tection of an outside agency in releasing
Edith, the girl sprang to the shadow of the
side of the building, not a moment too
soon, for Elmer Warren had a minute be
fore entered the prison apartment, a lamp in
ais hand, a knife unsheathed and ready in
his bosom, determined to murder Edith
Leslie and fling the body into the river be
low.
A wild cry of dismay and surprise
aroused Leslie in the next room to quicken
his actions, as Warren, glancing at the win
dow, saw the bars gone, the room empty.
“Confusion!” he cried, in tones of the
wildest rage and alarm. “ She has escaped. ”
He sprang to the chair standing by the
window and glanced out. A neighboring
gas light showed the gleaming waters;
showed plainly, too, the hat floating on the
surface of the stream; and then the plotter
mmped to the floor and tore like one mad
toward the exit from the house.
He gained the dock and glared wildly in
all directions. He fell back as Wild Nan
confronted him from an angle of the build
ing.
“What are you doing here?” he cried, his
suspicions alarmed.
“I was watching the waves singing a
lullaby,” replied the wanderer, with a wild
look in her dark eyes, “and I suw "
“ You saw ?" eagerly replied Warren.
’Speak quickly, girl; have you seen aught
Of Edith Leslie? ’’
“Yes, yes,” cried Nan, wildly. “See on
the dancing waves her hat! A spring from
u>e window, then the waters, and then—
ftHlxi 4‘tnUi!"
Her voice died in a wild shriek, as of
iiorror or alarm, while Elmer Warren,
catching eagerly at her words for verifica
tion of hU hope in the death of Edith
Leslie, experienced a wild joy and triumph
m his wicked heart, as he muttered:
“She is dead! The field is clear, andoar
secret is safe.”
CHAPTER XX.
NEARING THE END.
Edith Leslie, once clear of the old house
by the river-side, did not delay to ascertain
if her enemies were in pursuit, but with
flying feet shaped her oourse toward the
building whither Wild Nan had direoted
her.
The exciting thoughts in her confused,
startled mind accorded fully with the swift
pace she kept up, until she gained the
street where Nan’s new home was located,
and finally the structure itself.
The direction of the wanderer, though
brief, had beon definite, and Edith, after
ascending two flights of stairs and looking
about the place, finally located the apart
ment to which her rescuer had directed
her.
The knob turned and the door opened at
the push of the hand, and with a wildly
throbbing heart, anxiously expectant, she
entered the room. Her lips opened to form
but one word:
“Percy!”
Bnt there was no response to the whisper
of excited suspense, and as she glided to a
little stand upon which was a lamp partly
turned down, she cast its feeble radianco
over the room and glanced around with
eager searching gaze.
Neither in the outer and larger room nor
in the little bed chamber off from it, could
she discern any trace of that dear one she
so devotedly loved, her husband, Percy
Sherwood.
Could it be that Nan had deceived her—
or, what seemed more probable, had her
husband regained his strength sufficiently
to go forth in quest of Wild Nan—perhaps
of herselr? Nan had found no opportunity
to detail to her all concerning Sherwood,
and Edith sought for more light on
the singular disappearance of the man she
had been told she would meet in the place
to whioh she hud by Nan's direction fled for
safety.
pro he continued.!
They Died Fighting.
The Two Republics of the City of
Mexico, tells this story:—A wild story
comes in from Periban, Michoaoan.
Three well mounted and well armed
men stopped at an inn to pass the night.
The woman who kept the place advised
the authorities that three suspicions
men had called at her house. The Presi
dent of the oity council and the judge,
With a few citizens, went to the house
to see the suspicions characters. But
the three men locked themselves in
their room and refused to be interviewed.
A crowd of citizens was collected, but
when they appeared they were greeted
with a volley from the three men. An
assault was then made upon the room,
and the' prisoners breaking oat of the
door fought their way through the
crowd, using their revolvers and daggers.
The crowd followed olosely after the
fugitives and many shots were ex
changed.
Finally one of the fellows dropped;
even while dying he turned over and
.fired on his pnrsnors, A second fell a
few steps further on, fighting hard. The
third sheltering himself behind a rook,
made it w%rm for his pursuers, and
though often wounded, fought on with
soaroely enongh strength to draw his
rifle to his shoulder. Galled on to sur
render, he only replied with a ballet,
which relieved the president of his hat.
The crowd closed in around him as the
death mist was passing over his eyes.
Still he tried to pnll the trigger of his
rifle for a parting shot, bat life and
strength failed him. The oorpses were
bnried in Periban. They were supposed
to be a part of Marcial Brave’s bandit
troop. Daring the fight the citizens
had fired 200 shots, and of these nearly
twenty had taken effeot on the bandits,
who were torn to pieces by the terrible
storm of lead. Several of the citizens
were wounded. The bandits died like
legendary heroes.
A Mock Polar-Bear Hunt-
The mock polar-bear hunt is a favorite
game among the Eskimo bpye. A few
lines will describe it. One of the boys
of the village gets a polar-bear robe, and
wrapping it around him after he is out
among the ice-hummocks about the
village, he comes crawling along some
sledge-path near the igloos, when he is
discovered by the dogs and surrounded.
This is likely to be very rough sport;
for the hoys take their spears and jab
away at their brother in the bear robe,
until you would think they would break
some of his ribs; while the dogs, em
boldened by these supposed brave ad
vances, oftentimes take big bites of for
from the dangling edges of the robe.
The mock bear rears up on his hind feet
and growls in a very ferocious manner,
until, worn oat at last with his hard
work and with having his head so tight
ly oovered np with a heavy robe, he
finally falls over at some thrust of a
spear and pretends to expire. Bat the
next moment he crawls oat from the
robe, much to the disgust of the dogs,
with their hopes of a fine meal of bear
fleah.— SL Nicholas.
To ops betters wo can reconcile our
aolvea, it we please, respecting them
sincerely, laughing at their jokes, mak
ing allowances for their stupidities,
meekly suffering tlioir insolence; but
we can’t pardon our oquals going be
yond ua.
VOL X. NO. 29.
SELECT SIFTINGS.
Thirty-six persons died in London last
year from starvation.
The Emperor Domitiaa occupied his
leisure in catching flies. .
The temples in Dahomey are almost
entirely built of human skulls.
The principle of the stereoscope wss
known to Euclid, described by Galen
1,500 years ago, and more fully in 1599
A. D., in the works of Baptist Porta. i
Columbus found the cotton plant wild
in Hispaniola,in other West India islands
and on the continent of South America,
where natives used it for dressing and
fishing nets.
Engraving is very ancient. The oldest
records are cut in stone, some in relief
and some in intaglio. The hieroglyph
ics of Egypt are cut in the granite mon
oliths and on the walls of the tombs and
chambers.
In days gone by neither'sowing, plant
ing nor grafting was ever undertaken
without a scrupulous attention to the in
crease or waning of the moon. It was
thought that the increase of the moon
made plants fruitful, and that under the
full moon they were in their best
strength.
General Washington was very proud
of his coach horses, and had them care
fully groomed. Before using them on
special occasions ho had their teeth
picked and washed and their hoofs
polished and varnished. The shoes were
solid silver.
Before the reign of King Alfred,
slaves could own nothing in England;
under his legislation they were permitted
to dispose by will of what what was
given them, or what they could earn in
their free hours. Ho forbade, also, any
masters who had incurred a fine or
amend from buying off by tho sale of
man as well as beast.
Much mystery was in bygone days
thought to hang over the origin of
pearls, and, according to the poetic
orientals, “Every year on the sixteenth
day of the month of Nisan, the pearl
oysters rise to the surface of,, the sea and
open their shells, in order to receive the
rain which fall at that time, and the
drops thus become pearls.” -
During the reign of Catherine 11. of
Russia, Palatin, a peasant, made a musi
cal repeating watch, about tho size of
an egg, which had within it a representa
tion of Christ’s tomb, with sentinels on
guard. On pressing a spring the stone
would be rolled from tho tomb, the
angel appear, the holy women enter the
sepulchre and the same chant which is
sung in the Greek church at Easter ove
accurately performed.
A queer way of employing ants is re
ported by an English gentleman who
has been traveling through one of the
provinces of China. It appears that, in
many parts of the province of Canton,
the orange trees are infested by worms;
and to rid themselves of these pests the
natives bring ants into the orangeries
from neighboring hills. The ants are
trapped by holding the mouth of a lard
bladder to their nests. They are then
placed among the branches of the orange
trees, where they form colonies, and
bamboo rods arc laid from tree to tree to
enable the ants to move throughout the
orangery. .
Slaves of Quinine.
“Have you noticed the growing use of
quinine?” a druggist in the vicinity of
the Fifth Avenue hotel asked. At the
same moment he bowed and smiled to a
tall, red-whiskered mnn who strolled in.
“Just watch this customer,” he said.
The mnn was very thin and cadaver
ous looking. Without saying a word he
walked up to the soda fountain, and the
boy drew out a pill box, poured three
pills into the palm of the customer’s
hand, set a glass of mineral water in
front of him, and turned to the next
customer. The tall man swallowed the
pills, drank the water, turned on his
heel, and stalked away with another
pleasant nod to the proprietor.
“That costs him a dollar and forty
cents a week," said the proprietor, “and
before long it will kill him. He started
to take one fire-grain pill every night
about six months ago; he now takes fif
teen grains a night before he goes home,
so that it will brace him up for his din
ner. Within a month he will be taking
twenty grains a night. Of course he
takes it at home beside what he gets
here. I’ve gone out of my way three or
four times to warn him but his answer is
a simple one ; he says quinine makes him
feel cheerful and strong, and it has no
ill effects. He tried stopping it once,
and caved in; hence he wants to know
why he should stop. You can’t combat
such reasoning as that.”
“Have you many such regular cus
tomers?” * ■
“Well, to be accurate, we have only
three men who come in every day and
pay at the end of the week, but there
are many others who take their quinine
as regularly as most drinking folk* take
whisky. It is centainly a great tempta
tion to weakly organized ana frail people.
All they have to do is to swallow a pill
or two, and they feel robust, wide
awake and cheerful. The practice grows
on them continually, and it seems to be
spreading, for our sales of quinine are
constantly growing. A good proportion
of the custom comes from women who
grow fatigued or weary while shopping,
and who, instead of buying nutritious
luncheon resort to the insidious quinine
pill.”— New York Sun.
On July 4, 1826, John Adams and
Jefferson died; July 4, 1881, Monroe
died; July 9, 1850, Taylor died in office;
July 23, 1885, Grant died. On July 2,
1881, Garfield received his fatal wound.
The fleece* of Angora goats average
seven pouuds, and are worth fifty cents
a pound—in California.