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PEOPLED FRIEND, A TEMPERANCE SKETCH. THE WIFE’r STRATAGEM. It was a bright, cosy room, and the cher ry young wife who occupied it, made a most charming picture, as she sat in the blended glow and softness of the firelight and gas light, with her deft fingers busily fashion ing a sheen of exquisite embroidery on the velvet-ground of a pair of slippers for her absent husband. The little dimpling smile curving her lips plainly revealed that the sunshine of ten der, happy thoughts hovered about her la bor of love in spite of the faint shadow which displaced it, whenever she paused to glance at the clock on the mantel or lis ten for the dear, familiar step, tarrying un wonted ly long from her side. She was not accustomed to spend her evenings alone, and it seemed a bit strange and lonely not to see the owner of that step in his usual place, reading aloud, laughing and chatting, or gayly “building castles in the air” for their future. What ttould detain him ? He had promised not to be gone long, but—well, he so seldom spent an evening out she had not ought to complain, and more swiftly plying her needle, the smile would flit back to her face. But as the hour grew late and he did not come, the shadow returned again and again, growing darker and darker, till finally it settled ominously down on her heart, and throwing aside her work, a weary vigil was hers, till the sound of heavy, unfamiliar steps, and a quick, sharp ring of the door bell, sent her to her feet, with dilating eyes and colorless lips. However, being a resolute little woman, she hastened to the door, and fearlessly opening it, there, between two of his friends she beheld her husband—dead drunk. One glance of shocked surprise, and re alizing the truth in all its bitterness, she would have fallen, but out of the whirl of her thoughts flashed a stratagem, which none but a woman’s ready wit could have suggested. With the silently breathed words: “May Heaven forgive me the deception!” and a little cry of well-dissembled terror, she reeled against the door-jamb, gasping: “My husband is struck with apoplexy 1” “No, no, madame, it is nothing so seri ous as that. Believe me, he will soon be better,” was the earnest assurance, in tones that quiet'f ailed the speaker’s inclina tion to smile. She unsteadily lifted her husband’s limp, heavy hand, and nervously chafing it, chok ingly answered ; “Gentlemen, you cannot deceive me. I know it is apoplexy,” and directing them to carry him up stairs, she anxiously led the way to a pleasant gas-lit chamber, where, after bidding them lay him down on the white-draped bed, she earnestly be sought them to go for a physician. Deeming her as unsuspecting as she seemed, they hastened to gratify her, en joying a quiet laugh at the husband’s ex pense. When the physicim arrived, he found his patient well-tucked up in oed, and the wife pacing the floor, wringing her hands and acting like one distraught. “Oh, doctor,” she cried, “my husband is struck with apoplexy, and y> u must bleed him or he’ll die !” “I hope not, madame, and I trust there is no serious cause for alarm. Doubtless he will be better by morning, replied the physician, gravely feeling the unconscious man’s pulse. “But, doctor, it is apoplexy and 1 insist that he must be bled,” she passionately persisted. “Well, madatne, at all events, it won’t arm him, and, as yuu insist so strongly, 1 have no other alternative,” and the pa tient was bled as Se'entifically as the wife could desire. A little sigh of relief, and again she cried : “Now, doctor, a blister on his head!” “But, my dear madame.” began the physician, hardly willing to carry the farce so far, but she vehemently interrupted him exclaiming hull’ indignantly : “Why, doctor, would jou let my hus band die? Wasn't my father a physician, and don’t I know what ought to be done in a case of apoplexy? Please apply the blis ter.” The physician obeyed, mentally ejaculating : “When a woman will, she will, yon may depend on*t. And when she won’t, >he won’t, and there’* no end Then he circumspectly departed, and whatever bis suspicions were he prudently kept them to hyuself. When the husband awoke to conscious ness he was somewhat amazed and bewild ered. , Putting his hand to his head, be called to his wife, who hastened to bend tenderly over him. “Why, little wife, what’s the matter? What ails my head auJ what makes me so weak ?’ ‘Hush, hush, my darling! You must not talk, for you are too ill,’ she softly whispered, placing her hand caressingly on his forehead. ‘Too ill!’ he echoed, ‘I —’ and the hand fluttered to his lips, compelling silence per force. ‘Be silent love,’ was the low, gentle cau tion ; ‘it’s apoplexy, and the doctor was here; and bled you, and blistered your poor head. You are better now; but unless you are perfectly quiet, I dare not answer for the consequences. So come, be a good dar ling and see what a splendid little nurse I’ll make,’ and the'beguiling voice was full of tenderest love. But before it paused memory had re turned to the listener, and looking into the I sweet eyes above him, shame and remorse i sealed his lips. He knew he would have ; to remain a prisoner in the house till his hoad should heal, and the thought was anything but exhilerating. However, he found his wife such an en i gaging nurse, that the period sped almost as a dream, in which she moved about him like a bright ministering spirit, with a smile on her lip, a light in her eyes, and a tender ness in her manner that jealously guarded against revealing by a word, look, or sign, that she even dreamed her husband had been brought home to her drunk, No. It was apoplexy—that terrible ap oplexy—which might have made her a widow; and with her face hidden on his shoulder the little dissembler told him 1 more than once how she had wrung her hands and wept over him that most wretch ed night when he did not even know his 1 own little wife. Thus, with many a tender blandishment, she beguiled the term of his enforced im prisonment, which, notwithstanding its at- > tractions, he was not loth to leave when at liberty to go out again, of course, happy as a bird on the wing, for where dwells the ! man content to abide at home, day after day, as women do, withing sometimes prov -1 ing—whisper it *ow —a bit of a bear? > But before his wife allowed him to go I she threw her arms around his neck, pray ing, apparently in a perfect fever of appre hension. , ‘Oh, my husband; you will be careful of yourself, won’t you ?. Remember, you might have another stroke of apoplexy, • and then—Oh mj' love, the mere thought ! of it frightens me I” and a little gush of > tears, not wholly make believe, swept over ■ her, for in spite of herself, the memory of that night Was like a sharp probe in her i heart, piercing it to the very core, when • , she thought her husband might be inclined i to tread the perilous path of intemperance. , But her fears were groundless. That was the first and only time she ever 1 saw him intoxicated, and whatevr he sus pieioned he wisely followed her example, , 1 and discreetly held his peace, for her strat agem had effectually cured him. MY WIFE’S BRIDAL TOUR. The Best Way to Manage a Wife- Ad vice to Young Men. When I married my second wife, she was dreadful set about going off on a bridal tour. I told her she had better wait six months or a year and I’d go with her, and she said she had rather go alone —when a woman is traveling, a man is an out-and- I out humbug. So I gave her seventy-five ■ cents, and told her to go and have a good time. I never begrudge money when my wife’s happiness is concerned. My first wife never could complain of not going ; anywhere, for 1 am dreadful fierce to go off on a good time myself. I don’t pretend to say how many times i took her out to see the sights; and there was no end to the free lectures 1 let her go to- The neighbors ued to .-ay ; “it beats ail how the Skin ners do go!” When the circus was in Skunkville, the manager gave my wife a complimentary ticket. I not only sold the ticket for my wile, but gave her ball th® money. I don’t boa-t of it; but only mention it to show Low much I thought of her happiness. 1 don’t think any man ought to get mar ried until he can consider his wife’s happi ness only second to his own. John Wi.-e. a neighbor of mine, did thusly, and when 1 got married I concluded to do likewise. But the plan didn’t work in the case of my second wife. No—l should say not. 1 broached the subject kindly. “Matilda.” said 1, “1 suppose you are aware that 1 am now your lord and mas ter?” “Not much you ain’t,” said she. “Mrs. Skinner,” said I, “you are fear fully disorganized. You are cranky.”— And I brandished my new sixty cent um brella wildly around her. She took the umbrella away from me and locked me up in the clothespress. lam quick to draw an inference. I drew here that 1 was not a succeas as a reorgani zer of female women. After this. I changed my tactics. I let her have her own way ; and the plan from the first worked like a charm. It is the best way of managing a wife that I know of. Os cour-c this i* I tween you and me lt's a secret worth know.ng. So. when mv wife -a’ 1 she was bound to gooff on a brila! t'uranyhow. I cordially assented. ‘ Go, Matilda 1 I, “and stay as long as you want to, ar.d then if you feci as though you won I*e to stay a little ioa.er, stay, my dear.' She told me to stop talking, and go up stairs and get her red flannel night-cap, and that bag of pennyroyal for her aunt Abi gail. My wife is a smart woman. She < was a Baxter —and the Baxters are a smart , family, indeed. Her mother, who is going on eighty, can fry more flapjacks now, than half of those primp, up-town girls who rat tle on the piano, or walk the streets with their furbelows and fixings, pretending to get mad if a young chap looks at them very hard, but getting mad in earnest if you take no notice of them at all. Ah ! girls ain’t what they used to be when I was young, and the fellows are worse still. When I went courting, for in stance, I never thought of staying till after ten o’clock, and Only twice a week. Now they go seven nights in a week, and cry because ‘.here ain’t eight’ Then they write touching notes to each other during the day—“ Dear George; Do you love me as much as you did a quarter to twelve last night ? Say you do, dearest, and it will give me courage to go down and tackle them cold beans, left over from yesterday.” Let them get together and court, if they like it—and I think they do. I was forty seven when I courted my second wife, but it seemed just as nice tositon a little crick et at her feet, and let her smooth my hair, as it did thirty years ago. As I said before, my wife was a smart woman; but she couldn’t be anything else and be a Baxter. She used to give lec tures on woman’s rights, and in one place where she lectured, a big college conferred the title of L. L. D. upon her. But she wouldn’t take it. “No. gentlemen,” said she, “give it to the poor.” She was always just so charitable. She gave her boys per mission to go barefooted all winter, and in sisted on it so much in her kind way that the boys couldn’t refuse. She fairly dotes upon my children, and I’ve seen her many a time go for their trowaers’ pockets after they had gone to j sleep, and take out their pennies, and put 1 them in her bureau drawer—for fear they i might lose them. . i I started to tell you all about my wife’s I bridal tour; but the fact is 1 never could find out much about it myself. I believe she had a good time. She came back im- ' proved in health, and I found out before ' she had been in the house twenty-four hours that she had gamed strength also, I i don’t, say how I found out. In conclusion, I would say to all young men, marry your second wife first, and keep ! out of debt by all means, eyen if you have to borrow the money to do it. Lice on Cattle. If “L,” Saline County, Mo., will mix lard and sulphur, and rnb it thoroughly on i his cows the lice will disappear. Care must be taken not to use too much sulphnr or the hair will come off. I have found this ’ an effectual cure. Let the mixture be some what warm, and it will rub more easily and j equally over the animal. I There is a remedy used in Central Kcn ' tucky which I know is certainly chezp and efficient. ancThas been in vogue many years j : among Short-horn breeders. It is to rub ! the parts affected with hog oil fried with I tobacco. This is a cheap remedy, espec- I ially in Missouri and other places where to- . bacco is raised. The stems or refuse to- ( I bacco can be used. This inquiry of your correspondent sug- | gests the fact that there are many animals i which, though well fed by their owners, do I not fatten ; and if an inspecti in is made in the hair on their necks, hips, and along their backs it will be found that these de- I testable little parasites—lice—are at work. ' As long as they are allowed to remain the ! cattle will go back in flesh, especially if they are already thin. So, in sympathy for j the poor brute, let feeders examine their cattle —especially the thin ones —and apply 1 i the remedy above mentioned, and they will ‘ economize corn, as well as relieve their : stock from a great plague. Your corres pondent found a steer calf about a year ago down—unable to get up. He supposed it hud some disease, and had it hauled to a corn field to die, one of his hired hands be ing directed to feed it with oats. By look ing into the hair of the calf, the man found the cause of the weakness to be lice, fie used the hog oil and tobacco, and soon ; brought it on its feet. It is m w one of the best of my lot' Country Gentleman. Flour Without Millstones. —A ma chine for making flour without the use of millstones, ha-> just been started in Eng land. The grain is crushed by one thou- | sand little trip hammers attached to the proper machinery to produce the results de- ; sired- The new machinery is very cheap and does up its work in a scientific manner. The flour produced is said to be far supc- i rior to that obtained by grinding. A pound ing mill costing SI,OOO will produce as much flour every day as an old fashioned mill costing $5,000. The new mill is very simple. When a hammer is out of order ( you can replace the same for a few cents- — For four thousand years millers have pro- ; duced flour by grinding the grain with stones. The new idea gives a new de- , parture. What results it will produce iu ■ ; this country remain to be seen. ; The following is the latest American style of describing a catastrophe: “Mrs. t Swan, of Cochran. New York, lighted her 1 fire with coal oil on Monday, leaving a hus band and one child.” , To make a good broil—leave a letter ’ from one of your old sweethearts where ’ your wife can find it. A Missouri Pioneer. When R. S. Stephens, General Manager of the Missouri, Kansas and Texas Rail way, was pushing that enterprise southward at the rate of three miles a day, he came across a veteran Missouri farmer, who for fifty years had lived on his frontier planta tion undisturbed, even by wars, tumors of wars, pestilence or famine, so far from dis ease and telegraphs was he. One night the advance men came upon his old farm house when the following dialogue ensued : “Then you ar® going to build a railroad are ye?” “Yes.” “Whar am it comin from, and whar am it gwine to ?” “From Sedalia, in Missouri, down through Missouri, Kansas, the Indian Ter ritory, and so on through Texas to the city of Mexico.” “And you are gwine t<? run it through my plantation ?” “Yes.” “Do you hear that, old woman? We’ve got to move!” “Not necessary. All we want is the right of way. ’ ’ “Wall—you can have that are, but who’d a thought a railroad would ever hit us 1” ‘‘You have a good farm here?” “Yes —far to middelin.” “How many acres ?” “About four thousand.” “Not many improvements?” “No, it takes me so long to look after the cattle, I can’t improve much.” j “Have you a good well on the premi : ses ?” “Yes—a clippin’ good one, only it leaks a little.” ! “Leaks? How’s that ? f “You see we dug forty feet when we came ' to a rock but no waler. Then I walled it up, and we haul the water from the river, about i forty barrels a day, and fill into it. We don’t use more’n five barrels a dny, all the rest leaks out somehow. I was ; gwine to dig another well next year, but praps I can hire the water hauled on the I cars cheaper than I can build.” Fourteen years this old planter bad haul | ed forty barrels a day rather than dig a new well or bring water in a pipe from a spring noaly mile away. o Pith and Point. Uproar—Thunder. A bad catch—A cold. Wisdom is happiness. Bus conductors—Lips. Advertising is money. Late raids —Masquerades. i Spring-water—April showers. Nature’s tailoring—A potato-patch. A lean conscience makes a fat officer. Airs the ladies like to put on —Solitaires. , An expensive wife makes a pensive hus band. When is a house like a bird ? When it has wings. Do high-colored romances insure a book’s ■ being read? Weights that are dark—Seventeen hun ! dred pounds to the ton. Scientific definition of “Dew” —Per- i spiration of the moon. Forewarned is forearmed, and forearmed is eigth-handed. Os a new pill the patentee says, “There is not a lazy hair in its head - ” Engaging photographer—“ Just look a little pleasant, Miss! Think of ’im!” The hot way is to balance your books i often if you do business on a large scale. Ladies say some men “oh” a great deal when they come to pay their addresses. “I see through it,” as the washer woman said when the bottom of the tub i fell out. m A gallant wag was sitting beside his be- 1 loved, and being unable to think of any thing to say, a.-'ked her why she was like a tailor? “I don’t know,” said she, with a pouting lip, “unless it is because I am sitting beside a goose.” Ia < A fond husband boasted to a friend— , “Tom, the old woman came near calling me honey last night.” “Did she Bill, what did she say ?” “She said, ‘Well old Bees wax, come to ripper.’ ” Miss M , of Champaign, 111., propo- , ses to nut herself up in a lottery in which she will be the only prize. She wants to sell 100,000 tickets at a dollar each, and to have it nominated in the bond that when the drawing takes place, she is at liberty, if she dislikes the unfortunate lucky one ‘ who wins her, to substitute five hundred dollars cash ; and if the party is already married or does not take a fancy to her, she will give said party five hundred dollars in stead. A Great Blessing. Never, since the timb “when the morn ing stars sang together,” has shore been a greater medical discovery and blessing to the human race than the GLOBE FLOWER COUGH SYRUP This delightful and rare compound is the ac.ive principal, obtained by chemical pro cess, from tho “Globe Flower,” known also as “Button Root,” and in Botany as “Ce phalathus Occidentals. Globe Flywer Cough Syrup is almost an infallible cure for every description of Cough Colds’ Hoarseness, Sore Throat, Croup, Whooping Cough, Pleurisy, influenza, Asth ma, &c.; and will cuie Consumption, when taken in time—as thousands will testify. Globe Flower Cough Syrup will cure the most obstinate cases of Chornic Cough and Lung affections, when all boasted remedies fail. Globe Flower Cough Syrup does not con tain a particle of opium or any of its pre parations. Globe Flower Cough Syrup doesn't con tain a particle of poison, or any ingredient that could hurt the most delicate child. Globe Flower Cough Syrup has become where known, the most popular Cough Medicine in the country, because it has been successfully withstood the three great tests of vierit, viz: Time, Experience and Competition, remains after passing through this ordeal, the best article of its kind in he world. Globe Flower Cough Syrup is pleasant to he tasta, and does not disagree with the most delicate stomach. Physicians who have consumptive pa tients, are invited to try the Globe Flower Fough Syrup. Its magical effects will at once be felt and acknowled- Beware of counterfeiting: the genuine has the words, Globe Flower Cough Syrup blown in in each bottle, signatures of the proprietors upon each label. The trade mark label and compound are protected by Letters Patent. Don’t take anv other article as a substi | tute for Globe Flower Cough Nyrup. If 1 your Druggist or Merchant has none on i hand, request him to order it for you, ! Thousands of Testimonials of the most I wonderful cures are constentlv being receiv j ed from the North, East, South and West ■ —some of which seem almost miraculous. ' Sold by Druggists at SI.OO per bottle ; $5.00 for one half dozen. J. S. PEMBERTON & CO, Proprietors, Atlanta, Ga. Flowery Branch, Ga, ‘ Dr. J. S. Pemberton — Your Globe Flower I Cough Syrup has entirely cured me of an > obstinate cough and lung affection of five . years standing—after the other medicines i and the skill of our best physicians have 1 failed, and my case considered hopeless.— ! You possess, in the Globe Flower Cough Syrup, the most valuable cough and lung remedy in the world—one whose value and blessings none can estimate. I refer you ro Mr, John B. Daniel, your prescription clerk as to who I am, etc. — VVith great respect, yours truly, Jas. N. Nunn. Byington’s Hotel, Fort Valley, Ga., j December 1, IS7O. J Messrs. J. S- Pemberton <£• Co, Atlanta, Ga. — Gents—For the past two months I ! have been suffering with a veiy severe cough I and 1 used fifty different remedies wilhout ! receiving the least benefit, bet a lew days ago a friend recommended y<>ur Globo Flower Cough Syrup, and I am proud to 1 say th t my cough was cured before tho I bottle was near empty. Jam very respect fully, E. T. Byington. Atlanta, Ga., March 25, 1871, Messrs J. S. Pemberton & Co: — Gentle men —I have been afflicted lor ten years j with a terrible cough and serious lung dis- I disease, and have used ail the boasted lung and cough remedies of the age, and have been under treatment of at least one dozi n of the most eminent physicians—but my cough never ceased, and the last six months before I commenced the use of your Globe blower Syrup, my life was despaired of, and I came to the conclusion that my case was beyond the reach of medicine —but I am now well, being cured of my cough and lung affection by the use of two bottles of your Globe Flower Syrup. It is four montsh since I have taken the Globe Flower Syrups and I have had uo cough since. My gen eral health has improve I so muh that mys friends are astonjshed at my ecovery. Too many it seems like a miracle. With feel ings of gratitude, I shall u always remaina warm friend to the Gio e Flower Syrup and yourselves. Jas. W. Hurt, Artist. W D. 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