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BLOOD POISON!
100 Bottles nf Anotlm .Jllood Medi
cine Used—No Relief Until
B. B. B Was Used,
1 Hampton, Ga., Juno 12th, 1888.
Blood Balm Cos Your It. It. It. lia work
(l on mo like a charm. Threfl bottleii have
lone me more good than all doctors ami 1(H)
ottleaof the moat noted remedy. 1 am get
mg well rapidly. All ulcers healed, no aching
t iuj* bones, no pains in my back, and my
kin is Incoming dear. The effect of It. It. It .
umy kidneys is nofhcUiing wonderful. My
friends are a*-* ’died. family physicfon
avs it is the only nn dieine T <"v*r used suited
o my caseyrl would take in com**-
bonding Mpni am m- interest*® as 1 can't
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may catt f It. V. I’. W.
Addre BLOOD BAI.M t'O.. \tlanta, Ga..
or., Summerville, Ga.
wirtnla Cored After Several IMivsirian
I'tlLFl'.
On the 28thday f April, 1883, William Sea
lock, 12 years of age, presented himself to I)r.
Gillam, desiring to know if It. It. It. would
• ure him. lit lives on Dr. L. A. Guild’s
place, near the cemetery, and the case is well
known by Dr, Guild, who has particularly
noticed it.
The boy had a foul scrofulous ulcer involv
.ng the entire elbow joint, w ith w hich he had
been afflicted over twelve months. It had de
stroyed the superficial structure, and was fast
approaching the deeper tissues. 110 could not
Lend the arm. and had strong indications of
the same ulcerous couditioti of the shoulder.
Two other physicians of the city had treated
the case, hut without any perceptible change
in his condition. He was placed upon the
treatment of />. It. It , and one single bottle
cured the foul ulcer and restored the fast de
generating condition of the child, and he is
now cujwing the finest of health.
TLh* r a plain and unmistakable case of
well defined scrofula, ami recognized as such,
cured with one single t ottlc of H. 11. 8., and
vc fake pleasure in asking any interested party
to address Dr. L. A. Guild, Atlanta, Ga., on
the subject relative value of the medicine in
this ease.
If one well defined case of scrofula can he
cured, others can be cured also.
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VOL. x.
Tin-: Ol.lt HOMESTKAD,
Ah, hero it is. the dear old place®
Unchanged through all these years;
How like some sweet, familiar face
My childhood’s home appears !
The grand old tri es behind the door
Still spread tlicir branches wide;
The river wanders as of yore,
With sweetly running tide;
The distant hills look green and gay,
The flowers are blooming wild;
And everything looks glad to-day,
As when I w as a child.
Regardless how the years have flown,
Half wnnderinglv I stand;
I catch no fond, endearing tone,
I clasp no friendly hand;
1 think my mother's smile to meet,
1 list my father's call,
I pause to hear my brother’s feet
Come bounding through the hall;
But silence all around me reigns,
A chill creeps through my heart;
No trace of those l love remains,
And tears unbidden start.
What though the sunbeams fall as fail
What though the budding flowers
Shed their fragrance on the air
Within life’s golden hours;
The loving ones that clustered here
These walls may not restore;
Voices that filled my youthful ear
Will greet my soul no more,
Ami yet I quit the dear old place
. With slow ami lingering tread)
As when we kiss a clay-cold face
And leave it with the dead.
IclialHXl Turner's Mission.
BY KATE W. HAMILTON.
“Crooked! Crooked ! Crooked!” rang
out the sharp, peculiar, dissonant voice,
mid the full, thin figure in seedy gar
ments and flapping hat swayed fo and
fro on tlie stump that had been selected
fora rostrum. “All things have gone
crooked in this world, and I've come to
set ’em straight—to undo the snarls,
give the power where it belongs and put
men in their places. Oh —h—h my
friends! The world is topsy-turvy;
the top’s at (he bottom and the bottom’s
at the top, and I’ve come to turn things
right eendnp.”
The six o’clock whistle had sounded
the close of another tlay’H work at the
shops, and the men, pouring out from
the various smoke-stained archways,
paused to listen. The speaker’s excite
ment seemed to deepen as his audience
increased. The keen eyes under the old
hat darted lightning-like glances here
and there; he gesticulated wildly and
his voice rose to a still higher pitch.
“Oh h—li yes! Look at me! I'm
Ichabod Turner; and the mission I’m
sent on is to mend all crookedness and
turn things right eend up !’’
The men seemed to find n grim plena
ure in the harangue. They laughed a.
they exchanged comments.
Jim Barclay, sauntering down th
long walk, stopped beside a bright
young girl who hud paused for a moment
on the outer edge of the crowd.
“If that fellow would begin his work
by altering the days and nights a little,
or my means of enjoying them, I’d be
obliged to him,” he laughed.
The girl turned with a little start o
surprise and pleasure.
“Why, Jim 1” Then a glance nf his
lunch-basket brought the swift question
“You’re not going out to-night? It’
not your run."
"I must make it though, they Hay.
It’s an extra train, and they are short of
men, somehow —off or disabled. I feel
considerably disabled myself.”
“You were out last night?”
“And all the night before and nearly
all yesterday. I didn’t get in to-day
until afternoon, and I was scarcely set
tied into a comfortable sleep before I
was called. I’m not fit to go, that’s a
fact. Don’t worry, Dell.”
He broke off his sentence abruptly as
he saw the shadow of anxiety on his
companion’s fair face. “It doesn’t hap
pen so often. They’re short, you see.”
“It oughtn’t tohappen at all,”insisted
Dell, indignantly. “I wouldn’t go,”
“Then my head would como off a
short notice,” laughed Jim. "We can’t
afford that.”
I’retty Dell flushed rosily. She knew
sb well what that meant. There was
little house talked over and arranged t
every detail of its simple furnishing, fo
which they two were planning when Jim
should obtain his koped-for promotion
“No, I won't insure any necks to
night, but I’ll take the risk of crushing
a few other people’s heads rather than
the certainty of losing my own,” laughed
Jim. “It's a pity that fellow who is so
sure of his mission couldn’t turn my
brains right side up; they feel crooked
enough. Bat don't worry, Dell,” he re
p - bed hurriedly.
The crowd began to thin. Hungry
men, swinging their empty dinner-pails,
presently found the prospect of supper
more alluring than the stranger’s prom
ised millennium. Jim looked at his
w atch, and found he had not even five
minutes to spare for a part of the home
ward walk with Dell. He parted from
her with a reluctant good-by, and she
walked away alone. She had gone but
a few steps, however, when she turned
and looked back.
“You’ll be careful, Jim ? Don’t let
adytiling happen.”
“Why, Dell!” He laughed, half
touched, half wondering. “I oughtn’t
to have talked such nonsense. Don’t
be uneasy.”
She smiled in auswer, and the cloud
slowly faded from her face ns she walked
on.
Jim had some need 9f help as the
SUMMERVILLE, GEO!
evening wore on, though ho but dimly
realized it. Getting everything in readi
ness for starting was harder work than
usual. Thei \\vns a dull pain in his
eyes and a throbbing in his temples.
“This trip’s rather rough on you,
Jim ?” remarked a fireman, half ques
tioniogly, half commiseratingly.
“Rather!” Jim laughed faintly. “I’m
stiff and used up, but I’ll get over it.
when we’re fairly off, I expect. ”
When the station with its din and
dancing lights was left behind, however,
and the long line stretched away straight
before him, his occupation became but
a mere routine so treacherously familiar
that it would scarcely hold his eves or
thoughts. Mechanically he attended to
his engine, with his mind straying far
away from it to Doll, and then running
oddly into a confused memory of the
speaker at the depot, until the swift
movement of the polished rods before
him seemed the motion of gesticulating
nuns, and the sound in his ears resolved
itself into a measured monotonous repe
tition of meaningless words—“ Crooked
and straight! Right side up I”
“Hello I Caught myself napping, 1
do believe ! Jim Barclay, wind are you
about ? See here, Bill”—to his fireman
—“just keep an eye on me, will you?"
The young engineer shook himself,
looked about him and stood stiffly erect
lie whistled a time vigorously to assure
himself that he was wide awake. Wknt
a drowsy rockabv motion the train had t
(’.veil the jar and rattle seemed to bill
and stupefy, though he stood erect at.
his post. He was glad this sort of work
was nearly over. At least, ho hoped it
was nearly over, for ho did not see bow
the desired promotion could be miict
longer delayed, and then such oulb, a.
Ibis would be fewer. He was loo’ring
anxiously forward to tilt' day wile A he
would carry the longed-for tidinf a to
Dell. Dear little girl, how Iter face
would brighten! What a cosy, happy
home site could make I and she said (lie
curtains wouldn't cost anything, and
hammock on the porch to rest in.
Lights? Queer where the lights came
from, unless - why, yes, almost, to a
station, of course. Dell must have put
■' bright light in the window.
Alas ! Bill had climbed back over the,
tender to look at a suspected hot-box on
the after truck.
Shriek after shriek of warning from a
steam-whistle aided the flashing of tb.
signal lights and, at last, forced tin ir
meaning upon tho benumbed bra n.
With a low cry of horror the engine a a,-,
reversed, but too late to avert tho cr ash
that followed as the two freight trains
were piled upon each other in common
wreck.
“What possessed you to run on in
that fashion, man? Were you drunk or
crazy ?” demanded more than one rough
voice as Jim stood by the track. But
ho only gazed with blonclied face at
the scene before him and answered them
nothing.
“Fortunately—almost miraculously, it
seemed—no one was seriously injured,”
as the morning papers said in chronic
ling the occurrence. Under the same
glaring hood-lines they also commended
the promptness of the company in dis
missing “the engineer whoso criminal
carelessness caused tho disaster, and
who, as nearly as could he learned, was
comfortably sleeping at his post, and so
neglectful of all signals !”
These were the tidings that reached
Dell instead of the glad word for which
she had waited.
“What they say is true, after a fash
ion,” said Jim simply and sadly. “I
was to blame for it—and yet I wasn’t,
for I was not fit to make the ran, and I
told them so.”
There was no one to chronicle his
years of faithful service,- or the “criminal
carelessness,” if not cruelty, which had
placed him in such a position; but these
things were well understood among tho
many workers in that railroad town, and
they acknowledged to each other, with
ready but helpless sympathy, that it
was “rough on poor Jim.”
Rough it surely grow as the long days
came and went, and the hope of rein
statement grew dimmer. “All those
missing men, who couldn’t be found
when I needed a single night’s rest,
seemed to havo turned up once more,
and they can spare mo indefinitely,” he
explained to Dell, with a pretense
of jocularity that scarcely covered tho
bitterness. The brave little woman
tried to comfort and encourago him,
though the dancing light had gone out
of her brown eyes, and new grave line’
were deepening about the young lips.
The little house they had planned seemed
so like the shadowy ghost of a dead hope
that neither cared to talk of it any more,
and indeed Dell’s ingenuity found full
occupation nowin combating the various
wild schemes which Jim iu his despera
tion was constantly forming. He had
been away to look for employment, but
business was dull everywhere at this
season; and, moreover, grown up in that
railroad town, where all interest and in
dustry centered in the shops and tracks,
he had belonged to the lino from boy
hood; he could do but the one thing, and
there was little chance for a situation
elsewhere while the shadow of the great
corporation’s disapproval seemed to fol
low him iu all bis efforts like a blighting
frost.
Bo the bright autumn leaves dropped
from the trees, leaving only brown and
barren branches; the soft haze faded
RGIA, WEDNESDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 5, 1883.
from tho hills; and tho narrow iron track,
stretching away over the Bozen earth
toward tho Cold gray sky, looked to Dell’s
sorrowful eyes a fitting emblem of the
dreary Irfo-rond that lay before him.
“I'm going away to-morrow,” Jim was
saving, ns they passed slowly over Ihe
bridge and down toward the town. “I’ve
shown idiocy enough in waiting here
for any chance of justice. I moan to go
ns far west us I can make my way, and
I'll come back when Ive somo good
word to tiring —if that time ever comes.”
It was useless to eombnt his purpose;
there was nothing better to offer. The
gill's wistful gaze strayed with a dreary
persistency to tho truck again. 'What a
hard, narrow road it was, stretching on
to its cheerless goal—the far-away wintry
horizon I
Down on tho walk by tho round-house
a knot of loungers had gathered. Icha
bod Turner's wanderings had brought
him thither again—the place seemed t
hold somo peculiar fascination for him—
and he was discoursing on liis fnvorit
theme. Suddenly a movement and
murmur of excitement ran through the
crowd, and its numbers were speedily
augmented from various quarters of the
building. Swiftly and unexpectedly the
speaker had turned, and with a single
bound placed himself in the cab of n
locomotive that had for a moment been
left unteuanted.
“It's steamed up!” “Off! off!”
“Come out of that!” shouted several
voices.
But Ichabod laughed hoarsely and
waved his long arms triumphantly above
his head.
“I’m the only mail on this continent
that can ruu an engine I I’m ordered to
take this one and go and turn the world
right side up ! Hurrah !”
Two or three persons rushed forward,
lmt lioCaught upan iron bar and wielded
it so vigorously that they were compelled
to fall back. Then, like a flash, his
hand seized the throttle-lever, and the
dangerous steed lie had chosen began
to show signs of life.
•'Pull him off!” “Block the wheels!”
rang out iu conflicting orders.
But the madman laughed again, his
wild eyes gleaming like fire; and shook
his bar iu threatening and defiance.
"Touch me if you dare ! I’m sent to
set the crooked straight. Here comes
the millennium I Clear tho track for
the millennium I” And ho was off.
Swiftly as nn arrow somo one darted
through the crowd, ran along the track
and leaped on to the engine, clinging,
no one knew quite how, as it moved
away. Dell found herself suddenly de
serted, and could only move forward
with the others, who were following
with eyes of mingled admiration and
horror the athletic young figure clinging
and swinging as the speed increased,
until it finally forced its way into the
call.
“What a terror to be let looso on the
road! Who oan tell wluit ho will run
into before he can be stopped 1” ex
claimed one with white face.
“Jim Barclay ’ll manage him 1”
“Jim ’ll ho killed !” answered dissent
ing voices.
Jim’s unexpected appearance in the
nub, meanwhile, had momentarily con
fused its occupant, who, until then, had
not been aware of liis presence.
"Where did you como from ?” he de
manded in surprise.
“Flew down,” panted Jim; “sent to
help you. But what on earth do you
mean by trying to start the millennium
iu btoad daylight ?”
“Daylight?” repeated Ichabod, be
wildered by an earnestness and assurance
as fierce as liis own.
“Don’t you know wo must wait until
the stars begin to fall ? Besides, we
must go back and telegraph to all the
world to clear the track for us.”
110 wus improving his companion’s
momentary confusion by gently edging
into his place anti crowding him back,
while he urged the superior advantages
of his own plan of proceeding. All the
details of that brief, horrible ride Jim
could never clearly recall, but, with (lie
engine once in his own hands, he held
possession, and as soon as it was possibh
reversed it -ndcavoring the while to dis
tract the other’s attention by a stream
of explanations concerning their joint
mission. Tho suggestion of clearing tin
track seemed to suit lelinbod’s crazed
brain, and seizing the cord near him he
clung to it so persistently that the shriek
ing, deafening steam-whistle drowned
out all further efforts at conversation,
and never ceased its terrific din until
they rolled back into tho great yard.
Officers, police and train dispatchers
had been hastily notified, only to find
themselves helpless in tho matter, and a
line of anxious spectators watched the
engine’s return. Then, discovering for
the first time that his project was foiled,
or bent upon some new scheme—no om
could ever tell which—lchabod suddenly
dropped the cord, and, before his com
panion could surmise his intention,
leaped to the track. A moment later he
was drawn from under the cruel wheels
and tenderly lifted.
“So endeth—the first lesson,” ho mur
mured, and then all earthly tangles for
him were over, and life’s rough places
grew smooth and plain.
Jim was greeted with congratulations,
praises and questions on every side.
“That was a bravo deed of yours, sir,
—a dangerous undertaking, very skill
fully planned mid executed," declared
an oflieer of the roud, with a congratula
tory shake of the hand. '‘lt far more
than cancels that little misfortune of
yours last fall. There is no tolling
where this might havo ended but for
you.. Cull around at tho offioe in the
morning, will you? We shall have
something to say to you.”
“What does that mean?” questioned
eager Dell, as Jim made his way to her
side.
“It means that everything is nil right
again,” answered Jim, with an odd smile
about his lips. “Queer how soon a bit
of success enn change a groat crime into
merely *a little misfortune.
The excitement was over, and tho
yard settled back to ordinary routine,
hut the young engineer and pretty Dell
lingered for a Inst pitying, tender glance
at the still form, reverently covered now.
“For whatever he may havo been to
tho rest of the world, dear Jim, for us
he fulfilled his mission,” said the girl
softly. Our Continent.
A REMARKABLE FIRE.
Our of llt i* Old Kind With all Ilitmli* at
tlic Itrakee*
“We had a fire in Walla Walla the
other day,” says a newspaper correspon
dent. “A block of one and one-luvlf
story pine shanties on tho main street
blazed up like kindling wood, which, in
deed, was all that they were. The fire
was just below my hotel, so we wore all
ready to vacate, which was happily un
necessary. But that was the most re
markable fire I have seon. I was struck
dumb by the apparition of an old-time
baud engine, tho like of which I haven't
seen since the tournaments we used to
have in Massachusetts country towns fif
teen years ago. There was a ‘steamer,’
too, but the fire was nearly burned out
before it went to work.
“The crowd was curious. There wore
cowboys and Indians, army officers,
farmers, gamblers and soldiers. A spick
and span oflieer climbed a shed and es
sayed to ascend tho roof of a burning
house. It was like the frog in the well.
Every time he went ahead two feet he
slipped back three, until finally lie threw
the water wildly before him, slipped and
came rolling down on the shed, followed
hy a cascade of water and an empty
bucket. He repeated this about a dozen
tjmes. At the end of his experiment
any well regulated household dog would
have promptly taken that dilapidated
figuro for a most Villainous tramp.
“Some firemen held a door before
them for a shield. Tho door caught
fire and burned liko tinder. They didn’t
know it at first, but suddenly they fonhd
themselves being cooked exactly like
planked shad,
"Nor should f forget the lofty indiffer
ence of the Chinamen. Tlioro was an
attempt to impress some of them to man
the brakes of the hand engine, but John
unanimously declared, ‘Too much fooloe.
Me no sal le. ’
"Filially n man was carried across tho
street from the flames which were con
suming his little shop. He writhed con
vulsively in the arms of (lie firemen, and
uttered piercing shrieks. People rushed
toward him from every side, bitten with
a morbid desire to seo somo ghastly
spectacle.
"lie was laid down on tho grass.
With sobs and prayers lie groaned, ‘Oil,
me leg, mo leg, me leg. (bid help me,
what shall I do ?’ Wo could see that
one trouser leg, torn and soiled, hung
empty. ‘He lias lost his leg,' said one.
Great heaven, send for a doctor! How
did it happen ?’ exclaimed a kind-heart
ed woman, as tho poor fellow burst into
a temptest of tears and sobs.
“Suddenly a man pierced the crowd,
bearing a strange object in his hands.
Was it the doctor ? Every one pressed
forward. Tho sobs suddenly ceased.
Something was going on in the oentro
of the crowd which wo didn't under
stand. Every ono waited breathlessly
to hear shrieks of agony. But instead
wo heard a prolonged ‘Whoo-o-o-p!'
Suddenly the sufferer rose to his feet,
not foot, executed a short war dance of
triumph, and administered a sound kick
to a small boy who was coquetting with
somo confectionery. Need I say that
’ tho lost leg was of wood ?”
Peasant Life in China.
The condition of the rural masses in
China is indeed pitiful, and it is no
wonder that the people of that country
agerly seek opportunities for bettering
their circumstances in foreign countries.
A correspondent of llie London Times
cites the following as an average speci
men of tho welfare of the peasant
clashes;
“A family of eight persons owns an
acre and a half of land. The land was
bought by the grandfather of the pres
ent head of tho family and lias never
been subdivided since nor added to. Ha
grows about seventy bushels of rice and
thirty five of wheat and somo vegeta
bles and cotton besides, worth altogeth
er in money about $l5O. He lias two
nephews who work outside and bring
home something to help, and in that
way get along, but they are very poor.
He and all his neighbors wear native
blue cloth, spun and woven in the fami
ly by tho women from cotton grown by
themselves. He never wore foreign cot
ton. Tho coat he had on (a well-worn
affair) hud been made two years previ
ously, and it would last two years
more. It served him at night as a
coverlet as well as a coat by day.”
Another family possessing four acres
were better off than Romo of their neigh
bors, but had fifteen mouths to feed aud
never saved auy money.
NO. 46
Spontaneous Combustion.
Tho origin of tho disastrous conflagra
tion which destroyed iu a few minutes
the buildings of tho Pittsburg Exposi
tion, with all tlioir contents, lias been
explained l>y a theory which is, to say
the least, very plausible. It seems that
Mr. Warner, tho aeronaut, having an as
cension to make, Bpeut the day before
the tiro in repairing his balloon, and iu
revarnishing the oiviiviih of which it was
made with boiled linseed oil. As tho
most convenient place for his work, lie
chose the boiler room, and after the var
nishing was complete, the balloon was
rolled up and put by to dry. A more
reckless operation than this it would bo
difliciilt to conceive, tho warmth of tho
room, tho rolling together of tho canvas,
and the boiling of the oil all conspiring
to make the spontaneous combustion of
the inflammable mass almost inevitable,
and tho opinion of the Pittsburg Fire
Marshal will be concurred in by every
builder, arohiteot, insurance agent, and
painter’s apprentice, that the result was
simply what ought to be expected under
Ihe circumstances. The only thing that
could havo made the canvas more cer
tain to take fire than Bimplo saturation
with liUßeed oil would havo been to
sprinkle it with water before rolling up,
but this is by no means essential to the
effect. It is, however, a very common
factor in the cases of spontaneous com
bustion which occur every week or so.
Some uninstrueted person, having been
engaged in painting or polishing wood
work, undertakes to save tho cotton rag
which ho has been using by washing
out the oil or point, but after one or two
trials, finding thiaornthcrdifficult opera
lion, abandons the attempt, and rolls up
the rag in u knot, and throws it into
some corner, where t lie oil and water
speedily react upon each other to set the
whole in a blaze.— American Architect.
Married in Fun.
Young Mr. Vaughan, who was married
“in fun” to a young Indy of Fialbush,
N. Y., whom lie had met only a few
times until she joined with him in the
matrimonial game, is probably inclined
to think that marriage is not the funniest
thing in the world. The young lady
“whom he bad never met” until the oc
casion of tbo mock marriage, but to
whom he wrote the next day, addressing
her ns his “dear wife," persists in re
garding tho marriage as a serious one,
aqd claims him as her legal husband.
Why young people of a certain class
should regard marriage os a fit subject
for burlesque it is difficult to say.
They never engage in burlesquing
death, and yet. as they grow older they
learn that marriage is quite as serious a
matter as death. The stupidity of
those who And amusement in mock mar
riages is only equaled by their vulgarity.
One is at a loss to understand what
must be the mental character of a girl
who will go through with the ceremony
of marriage “iu fun” with a young man
with whom bLo has bad no previous ac
quaintance. In most cases she is not
generally recognized ns a complete idiot,
but on what other plea than idiocy can
her conduct possibly be excused?
We pride ourselves in this country on
the complete freedom which is given to
our girls, but when young people use
that freedom in burlesquing marriage it
is time to ask whether the nursery is not
the proper place for them, until they can
learn how to conduot themselves de
cently if not sensibly.
The German Army.
Tho greatest numerical strength of
the German army in the late war with
France never exceeded 1,400,000 men;
but a writer in a recent number of the
h’ortniy/i/li/ Review declares that in a
future war half a million more sol
diers could ho sent into tho field. He
estimates that Germany can almost im
mediately mobilize an army of 38,000
officers, 1,450,000 men, 27,000 physicians
and officials, and 300,000 horses; for
which number all clothes, armaments,
outfits, carts,etc., are provided in peace
time, and held in readiness in the differ
ent garrisons. To the mobilized army
would havo to bo added the surplus ol
drilled reserve and militiamen, number
ing 150,000 men; tho depot reserves ol
tho first class, numbering 220,000 men;
ono contingent of recruits, one-year Vol
unteers, Volunteers under twenty years,
and ten contingents of Landstnrm; which
make up a grand total of 2,830,000 trained
men, commanded by officers who havi
fought some of tho greatest battles ot
the century, and havo never turned theii
backs upon the enemy.
Too Much of It.
“L.” writes to the London Times
“I find little article ‘the’ occurs 20(
times in the first column of the Times -
for the sake of average, Hay, 1,000 time:
on every page, making 16,000 for enlir
copy, equal to 48,000 letters. Now, i
we reckon that every line in a columi
numbers forty letters—taking leading
article type as an example—and that r
column is made up of 150 lines, then wi
learn how 0,000 lottei'B are consumed
And so wo come to ascertain that an or
linniy copy of the Times devotes cigli
columns of letter press to article ‘tho.
Surely this little verbal parasite lpiglil
with advantage be stamped out,"
OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
\ HtIIIJKCT lIK.AR TO THE HEART
OK EVERY TREE 111 AN.
Two l*lcturoM Thai It Will bn Well to Talto
n (inoil l.onU At •
[Fioai tho Milwaukee Sun.l
In a recent publication was an engrav
ing entitled “The Old Folks at Home.”
It represented an aged couple sitting to
gether reading a letter which lay on the
table before them, Tho aged mother,
with a smiling face, was whispering
something to the pleasant faced father.
There must, have been good news in that
letter. It may have been from their
boy—wo arc always boys and girls to
father and mother—telling of his success
thus far iu tho battle of life. Maybe it
was from a loved daughter, writing to
father and mother, telling them how
much her little ones talked of grandpa
amlgrandma. It was a beautiful picture
of a subject dear to the heart of every
true man and woman. Tho old folks at
home, in this pioturo, woro just what
they should have been—happy. It was,
asido from an artistio view, a picture
that would attract and delight the eye.
Another picture is painted to the mind.
It is the same subject. In place of
smiles there are tears coursing down th
furrowed cheeks. An expression of anx
ious care takes tho place of pleasure, a
they gaze on the letter before them.
That letter contains had news from those
whom those two ngeil hearts, in tho years
gone by, had hoped would prove nn
honor anil blessing to their father anil
mother in tjieir old age. Now all this
hrifpt coloring of a happy old ago gives
w* to the dark colors of life that mako
I leatli welcome and the grave a flowery
hod of ease. Theso nro truo pictures of
tlie|pppi{B at homo in every commu
nity.
Looking at tho aged mother’s face,
lovo for her child shines forth under all,
no matter how trying,' circumstances.
In the criminal court of Chicago, re
cently, a young man was tried and con
victed for a capital crime. The mother
had sat with her hoy all through the
trial. She had heard all tho evidence
for and against him. Slio lmd listened
to the arguments of counsel for and
against her son, nud when tho jury
brought in a verdict of guilty she could
no longer restrain herself and in her
despair and excitement aroso and de
nonneed in frenzied words tho court,
hoping only to save her boy. Blinded
by lovo that mother could sec no ill iu
her son, though ho belonged to that
clasH of things which infest nil largo
cities. No one can estimate a mother’s
love. It descends deeper, it reaches
higher, it is broader and more charitable
than all things else of creation. No
matter how low and depraved a child
may become, mother’s love goes out to
that child with tho same force as it
would had that child grown up and tho
mother had realized all her fond hopes
for its future.
How many young men who are away
from the old folks at home think of
mothers’ love? When tempted to do a
questionable net think of mother. If
evil companions entice you it will help
you to resist temptation. If the young
men of America who are out in the
world striving to make a competency
would only keep the picture of the old
folks at home, especially mother’s pic
ture, constantly in their hearts there
would be fewer mothers laid to rest in
broken hearted graves and much less
crime to record. Hoys, don't go back
on the old folks at home. Stand firm by
I lie principles mother taught, for it is to
mother all credit is duo for what good
there is in us.
Merely a Moderate Drinker.
A verdict was reached in the United
States Circuit Court, in the case of the
Muskegon National Bank of Muskegon,
Mieli., against the Northwestern Mutual
Life Insurance Company of Milwaukee,
Wis., to recover .$20,000 on a policy
taken out by the bank on the titlo of
Erwin G. Comstock, its former cashier.
This was to cover Comstock’s indebted
ness. The question turned upon whether 1
or not Comstock was a habitual drunk
ard. Comstock died in New York city
June2l), 1881. When the bank demand
ed the insurance the company refused
to pay it on the ground that Comstock,
after the issue of the policy, continued
to drink hard; also, that he died by his
own act, and had offered to return the
premium that had been paid. The
plaintiffs denied this, and claimed that
lie was merely a moderate drinker. The
jury returned a verdict for the plaintiffs
for $22,500.
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