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“Tbey are at work in earnest,” he said as he
sat on his horse in the road. "Who was that
JERKIIM FAMILY
OH
Lav and tbe Pompons Jodie.
By J. R MU)SICK.
CHAPTER XVII.
Timber was delighted with the prospect, be
fore him. He now had on Ills first decent suit
•f clothes, and was mounted on a spirited pony.
This was beyond his fondest dream, and he
was in an ecstacy of joy.
They galloped 'down the old forest road, huge
tree* arising on either side, their branches inter-
over head. He could hardly regard the
•bSlttge as real. Only the day before he had been
h Street Arab, his blacking box slung oxer his
Shoulder, intent only on making a few pennies
to keepdiiniself in bread and rags, and devoting
the remainder of his time to mischief. A new
sra had dawned before his bright young mind,
and in the future he would lead a higher lite
with more lofty aspirations. The dar«. green
forest seemed more beiutlfnl to the child, the
skies blue; .and the birds sangsweeter than ever
before. He was enraptured, delighted, and had
never dreamed he could lie so lumpy.
"Timber do yon think Granny Kitchen will be
kept in Hardscabhle?” asked Henry as they
rode briskly along.
"Lor bless ye, she won't.” said the boy.
"She's to take care o’ the gal. her an’ a woman
•died Belcher’s wife, I don t know who Belch
er's wife is.”
“You think the girl is not in the village?”
“No they wouldn't dare take her there. ’
"Timber you have keen wits and quick per
ception keep them all about you on this occa
sion. We are on an errand of mercy and jus
tice. You must forget you are a Im>v and act a
man.”
“I'll do it,” the little fellow said seriously.
Henry Waters was a graceful rider, sitting
kis horse as easy as though he was a part of
the animal. His fearless dark gray eye scanned
the road while his mind was busy with various
plans. They came in sight of a stream which
Wits spanned by a bridge. There was a piece of
bottom land covered with a thick growtti of large
forest trees.
“Are you sure this is the way to Hardscab-
ble?” asked Henry.
”1 am.”
“You know the route?”
"IJ«e.a hook.”
“Ever traveled it before?”
“More times ’n you've got fingers an' toes,”
the hov companion replied.
Kuddeiily be drew rein and sprang from the
•add le.
"What are yon doing?” asked Henry reining
to bis spirited steed.
"This may be something and it may not,” said
the l>oy taking a few steps into the bushes at
the roadside. He picked up what appeared to | sion we had better confer together, and unite on
be a mil of soiled papers. “I may be mistak- 1 * —“ >-aa....
en Mr. Waters.” added Timber, "lint this looks
verv much like the bundle I saw under the arm
•f Miss Nelson the morning she dis ippeared.”
Henry dismounted ami eargerly took the
bundle, which upon unrolling, proved to be two
pieces of sheet music.
Timber hud gone a few paces farther into the
woods and now returned with a dirt covered.
•oiled music book, he had found on the ground.
"Here’s something else,” he said, handing it
to Henry.
The young man took the book. Itwasapiano
Instructor and on the fly leaf which had not
been soiled by the dews and weather, was writ
ten in a neat lady like hand,—
“Agnes Nelson.”
"It is hcr’s Timber. Tbe book belongs to Ag
nes. and these are treasures, precious linns that
may lead to the recovery of the young lady.”
They had accident!y paused at the. very spot,
where Agnes had escaped from her captors and
been recaptured.
Gtrefnlly examining the ground, they saw the
true s where a earn ige had l**eii driven out in
tbeforest and returned. Timber was equal to
an Indian scout on llietruil. and his conclusions
were almost as accurate. In a soft marshy
place he even discovered a small foot print,
which he felt assured w is in tile by the “young
leddv.” What puzzled them most was why the
carriage should drive out in the woods and then
return to the road. Timber at last solved the
problem.
“I tell ye. the g il got aw tv an’ run out in
the woods, an’ hedriv the kerndge out here
an' kotched her.”
This w is as near a solution as they could
wnir It had be-m four or live d iy< before and
~Sftr-rT:it. e? .fill OT oi.fr liu.iT^TtW
were sure, that the c irr.iige nail retured to the
road and doubtless gone on the direction of
Hardscrabble.
Keltirnhig to the road with the book and slice!
music, they remounted their horses and pro
ceeded on their journey. While crossing the
bridge that spanned the stre mi, they espied a
man riding down the hill oil the opposite side.
He was mounted on a flue coal black steed and
had a peculiar swagger about him that Henry
thought familiir. He came oil until near
enough for his features to be recognized, when
Tinilier s ii<l:
“There’s.lim Parser now. I bet he’s been
where the gal’s a prisoner.”
“Keep quiet Timlier. we must nut iutiinite
where we are going or our business.”
•’I'll be dumb as a me it ax.” said the lad.
The two rode on until they met the horseman.
Jimmy's head was b iwed and he did not recog
nize them until they drew rein to front of
blm.
• Good morning Parker.” said Henry.
“Why giMxl-g.a>d-good in irmng sir!” be
gasped In astonishment, at the same time draw
ing his horse back as though prepared for
flight.
“Apleasant morning for riding!” said Hen-
Ty.
“Aye It is,” was the reply. "Where are you
going,”
“I might with equal pertinence ask where have
yon lieen?”
"That. sir. would not be answering my ques
tion.” said Jimmy sullenly.
"You seem suspicious Mr. Parker.”
“And you seem anxious," answered Jimmy.
“Peril.ins I am, many friends of a certain
young laiiy are.”
“To whom do yon refer?”
“It is useless. Jimmy Parker, for you to as
inine ignorance. Yon know very well that a
•ertain young lady has suddenly aud mysteri
ously disappeared from our town."
“Suppose 1 do. what then?”
“And you know you are suspicioned.”
"Of wliat?”
“Of being accessory, at least, in the abduc
tion.”
-Impossible.”
"No. it is not; you know it, and itLs useless to
denv it.”
"why should I be suspicioned of Agnes Nel
son's abduction?”
“Yourself and your father are to be profited
by her demise: but I am not here to reason or
argue witii you. You are suspicioned—you
know it.”
“I am not responsible for the whims of an ex
cited public.”
"Bill you cannot deny there are suspicions?”
"Even if there are. what of it?”
Yon know, Jimmy Parker." said the young
lover, reining in Ins horse by the side of Parker,
"that those suspicions are true—are well found
ed. You know where Agnes Nelson is.”
"I do not.” lie answered, with all oath.
"Do not deny il. Jjmmv. Your fattier cap
tured that girl tietween Wintersville and Bor
dens, and carried tier away. Wo know tiiat
much; you know moie. You know where she
Is.” .
"I do not.”
“You do ”
”1 do not, I say,” ho answered, with another
fierce oath.
"So milch profanity is useless.” said Henry
Waters, coolly, yet (irmly. "You know tile pris
on house that now confines Agues Nelson. I
am going to find tier. If I succeed not this
year. I shall sjiend all of nexi in searching. The
rl|»e old age of three score and ten will find me
engaged ill the se.ncli unless l succeed sooner.”
-You seem very much interested in the matter
of my cousin.”
"No more man scores of others; and. Jimmy
Parker, woe lie I lie d iy lo you when Agues Nel
son is found. Then we shall see if Hie law lias
no terrors for yon.”
"Tile law—ha. Iia, ha! Yon just got me at my
bpst hold. Jiopy Jerkiim is our lawyer, ills
brother is the I before whom I would lie
tried, and I'd like lo see you convict me in his
court, or even gel charges to a jury unfavorable
to ns when Jippy is our attorney.” said lie, with
a laugh and leer til it were hideous.
”1 admit that Judge Jei kuui's love for Ids
family and the Miireess of Ids brolher. Jippy.
espeei lily, lias perverted him from jiisliceaml
truth; blit justice will not always lie smothered.
A day Ilf ree oniug will come, when Hie people
will rise up in their might and put down such
Ini.inly; llien, Jimmy Parker, beware."
••Threaten as iniicli as you ilar
boy with Waters? I have seen him before—I
know I have—but can’t place him. I must get
back now and inform the old man of this new
danger. I shall kill this fellow, Waters, before
we are through, see if I don’t!” And lie struck
the pommel of his saddle with the palm of his
hand so forcibly as to almost make the blood
start therefrom. Wheeling his horse to a right-
face, he plunged into a forest path, down which
he galloped for three or four miles; then cross
ing the creek at a ford, he started up a blind
road that led a mile or two to the rear of Hard
scrabble
CHAPTER XVIII.
Il was almost dark when our two travelers
entered the village. Both were weary, the boy
especially, not being accustomed to horseback
exercise. Thev put up at the same house Uncle
Jerry stopped lit the night of his adventure.
The village was a quiet, dull little place, as only
such villages are. There was no depot to go to
and watch incoming and outgoing trains, and
farmers wore too busy to come lo It to trade,
consequently a streak of excessive dullness had
come over it. The sun shone all day on the
hard-beaten road leading over tbe yellow-eliy
bill, without lighting on more than an occa
sional team or hors an. Henry Waters was
standing on the low porch. In front of the wood
en tavern, and Timber was by his side.
“Isay. Mr. Waters,” said the boy, “there is
that old feller what I first told about the gal,
and there is I lie other ’un, too.,’
Henry looked in the direction indicated by the
lad’s Auger, and sure enough there was Uncle
lerry Thomas, and by his side the irrepressible
billion Kenyon. ... ,
■It is lie. Timber.” said Henry; “it is Uncle
Jerry. They are engaged on the s into business
we are. and we might in ike it profitable to con
fer witii each other in regard to a plan of pro
cedure.”
Henry walked out to the stile, where the old
man and billion stisid engaged in earnest con
versation. ai.d introduced himself.
“Glad to see ye. youngster.—glad to see ye.”
said the old man. grasping his hand. “I lieerd
ye was out on tills liuutin’ business, same as
we. an’ was beginnin’ to wonder why we never
came across one another. But who’s this hoy?
Why, bless my soul.it can’t never he that little
rag-a-muffin what I saw in Wintersville?”
"It is tlie same boy, but w'lh new clothes on."
replied Timber, with some of his old, knavish
impudence.
• Well, well; now I be blest ef I could a-hard-
lv believed It. Why, he’s not a b id lookin’ lad
when ye git the dirt washed off him.”
You 11 never see it on again as thick as it
was,” said timber. “IT! be guttersnipe and
loafer no more.”
■Good resolution, boy, stick to it,” said Uncle
ferry.
”! suppose,” said Henry, with some anxiety,
that you have been unsuccessful! in your
search?”
We have,” said Uncle Jerry, sadly.
I think as we are engaged on the same mls-
sonie plan of action.” added Henry.
"Tlie idee is a good on,” returned the old gen
tleman. •• We’ll go to our room, where we irin
talk the whole tiling over.”
Tlie four immediately repaired to the old gen
tleman's room. and. drawing up four chairs
around the small table, they all sat down.
Uncle Jerry placed a lighted candle on the
table, ami proceeded to narrate his adventures,
which, after the first night, amounted to noih-
ing. In turn. Henry Waters recounted all he
knew and had learned from Timber.
"I am glad you brought tlielad with yon,” said
Unde Jerry. “He is sharp, and we will be very
apt to need him. He knows this Granny Kitch
en?”
"You bet I do,” said Timber.
"And tlie gal, too?”
"As well as a pig knows its mother,"'replied
the lioy,
’• Do not be so figurative,” said Henry, with a
smile. “You promised to drop your slang.”
••I will just as soon as I km,” said tlie boy.
somewhat mortified;” but you see a feller can’t
sober off all toonc’t.”
”An’ so poor Agnes Is at an old mill,” said
Uncle Jerry.
“That’s what I gathered while rldln’ on behind
the coach.” Timber answered. "I heerd Har
man Parker tell Granny Kitchen they would go
to some old mill off from any road, and was be
tween Hardscrabble and Atigurtown ”
"Simon, we passed an old mill to-day?”
"Yes. a kind o’ a darned tumble down affair,”
replied Simon. “It is way out hero on a crick
about five or six milds.”
“Dili you ever examine it closely?” asked
Henry*
"NoMiar didn’t seen, to lie any one in it, an’ .
<l»r v.l'i it\mr*! M. ' ..Kt.S* .v.... f.
"so vt-siidn’t make.any pert inkier examination.”
"Agnes is there,” said Henry.
“Where?” asked Uncle Jerry.
“At tlie old mill.”
“How do you know?”
“The place, tlie location and everything suits
the description that Timber overheard Harman
Parker talking aliout.”
“That’s so.”
"Beyond Hardscabhle and not as far as Au-
gurlnwn?” said Henry.
“That’s jest what Mr. Parker said,” pntln
Timber.
• Tlie old mill evidently meant a deserted mill
building He would not be so foolish as to place
the girl in a public mill.”
"That’s all very reasonable,” said Uncle
Jerry.
it was agreed that early next morning they
would set out to pay the old mill a visit.
They sat up late fn the night, laying various
plans by which they might accomplish the object
of their mission. After an early breakfast they
set out for tlie place. Tlie country over which
they traveled was wild and picturesque in the
extreme. Hill rose above hill, hollow sunk be
low ravine, ami precipitous bluffs reared them
selves on every side. Tlie road seemed to wind
along the backbone of a ridge, while mi either
side were everlasting bills and endless forest.
•‘Oh my!” exclaimed Timer,as he gazed down
one of those steep precipices, tlie Drink of which
Ids faithful |Hiny trod; "if one should get a tum
ble down there, it would be the last he’d ever
know of this world.”
“If a la'l two hundred feet would kill, it
would.” said Henry.
Uncle Jerry, whose head became dizzy at such
heights, prepared to walk before his sorrel horse
ami let Simon remain in the buggy driving. Si
mon, having been reared in New Hampshire,
had but little terror for such mole hills and
breaks, as he saw fit to teun them. Tbe way
was rough and the journey tedious, but by Die
middle of the forenoon Simon called the little
party to a halt, with tlie information that they
were near the old mill building. They descend
ed a Dill and went lip the ban<s of a little brook
to a sin ill open s|iot surrinuided by a dense
growth of hazels.
“Here is the best place I know for campin’,
while some on’ us reconnoitre.” said Simon.
“Then you think we bad better not al! go tip
to tlie bouse at once?” s.iiil Uncle Jerry.
“That would lie tlie utmost fully, replied
Henry Waters. "If they saw us coining, you and
I especially would lie known. I Ildus the best
plan is for Uncle Jerry to remain herewith the
horses, while Simon, Timber and myself go near
enough to tlie old mill to see if any one lives
there. Simon and Timber can go in, ns they will
hardly he recognized, while lean remain in easy
call.”
“That's the best plan we can l it upon,” said
Uncle Jerry.
Consequently the three, headed by Simon, set
out for llie old'inill. The whole country seemed
an impenetrable wilderness. There were no signs
of civil.izalimi until they were wiibin forty rods
of tlie building. T icn tlie old structure hurst m
view. It was built of stone, two full stories
high, with tall chimneys from which the smoke
once issued. It had been a steam mill and was
constructed ia tlr.s wilderness witn a view to
sawing up lln? excellent forest timber, bin It id
long since lieen all unioned. Tlie road which
once led to it was now almost entirely overgrown
with weeds, hazel, and wild pea vines. The
quick eve of Timber, however, delected tbe im
print of horses luet and marks of wagon wheels.
Henry remained in a thicket wit bin a si one’s
throw of tlie old building, while Simon and Tim
ber walked directly up lo tlie front door. It
swung loose at tlie sport of tlie wind, creaking
on its niHiy Iron hinges. They walked in. Ilieir
footsteps echoing through the silent engine
room. The engine itself was gone, hut tlie I usly
old Imilar. encased in stone and mortar,-tood
silent and alone.
"Guess there's no one here,” said Simon, in a
whisper.
“ Let's go up these steps an’ see,” suggested
Timber.
Simon led the way up a flight of stairs le.uling
them into an open storeroom.
They paused here and gazed about on the cob
webs. on the ceiling aud the dusty old bauds aud
wheels.
•1 guess it’s all a mistake; no one lives here
“That’s so, Timber. I be blest ef ye ain’t as come oat on tbe veranda, here, Inst for an in
smart a lad as I ever seed.
“There is some one in that room.” said Tlm-
ber;“l heerd a creekin’o’ the floor.”
Simon advanced to the door aud rapped.
“Gome in!” snapped a harsh female voice, un
familiar to both.
He opened the door, and a large, portly wo
man, about forty years of age, with a broad, flat
face and png nose, confronted them.
“Well, what d’ye want?” she demanded in
rather a snappish manner.
” If ye please,” said Simon, removing his broad-
brimmed hat, and bowing politely to the large
woman, “will you be so kind as to tell me who
lives here?”
“What’s that ver business? I guess, though,
ye’d better set down.”
Simon took a seat on the three-legged stool,
but Timber remained standing, bis keen eyes
taking in everything about tlie room.
"Well, madam." said .Simon, after a moment’s
hesitation, "I wuz out here lookin’ at some
land—thought o’ buy in’ some o’ tilts limber, an’
maybe this mill, an' jest asked ye a civil ques
tion. thlnkln’ I uiignt get up a trade with yer
man.”
“How d’ye know 1 got a man?” she snapped
angrily.
"I did'nt know,” said Simon meekly; “women
sometimes do. I thought. least ways, ye
woiild'nt care to tell me yer name; but if ye've
any objections ye neen’t.”
"I aint got no objections.” she finally said.
‘My name is Bates; my man cuts wood, hut we
haiut lived here long; we're going away soon,as
his kill is over.”
"Iloes lie know how long his job is goln’ lo
Iasi?” asked Simon.
No, lie don't know zactly, bnt hopes to get
through in a few weeks or months.”
"You aint been here very long, neither?”
"Well.as I want to hnylhts building, would ve ]
care for me to take a look through it?”
“Blessye, no! jest look as much a-s ye please,
so as ye let me go long, cos ye'r a stranger, an'
I don’t know wind her ye'r light-fingered or not”
Simon and tlie woman began tlie examination,
which was re.illy a search on tlie part of tlie for
mer. There was not a soul abont tbe old mill
building that lie could find except the woman.
Slie had crown very mild, and cheerfully con
ducted him through every room. There was no
noo< or oranny from garret to cellar, where a cal
could lie imprisoned, that lie did not examine
thoroughly. When lie was couvinced that Ag
nes was not about the old mill, he returned to
the room where Timber had been letl, and they
went out together to the thicket where Heury
Waters had lieen left.
"Wliat discovery?” Henry asked.
“None,” said Simon.
•'Does no one live there?”
’’Yes. an old crabbed woman, the wife of a
wood-chopper, is there; but there is not another
soul that I can find.”
"But 1 saw somethin’ more’n that," put In
Timber, “and 1 know there’s some one else in
that biiildin’ somewhere besides that old fat
squab o’ a woman.”
"Who? ’ asked Henry, eagerly.
"Granny Kitchen.”
“Do you know?”
"I do.”
“How?”
"Will, while Simon an’the fat woman war’a
rummagin' around about tlie house, 1 was in tlie
room whore we. ind the woman, and lookin'
npon the jam. tlie. i lay a i ipe. It was Granny
Kitchen's pi|>e—one I bought for her two mouths
ago.”
"Are von sure?” demanded Henry, eagerly,
while 8(111011 stood spell-bound.
"1 am.” tlie laiy answered. "It was the same
one. 1 bought it at Jim Faitu’s store. It was a
clay pipe, witii the face o’ a old man on one side,
with a long nose ami pink eyes. It had llie very
same ni«s in tlie forehead 1 made tryin’ to cut
G. K., for Granny Kitchen. To t>e sure I was
right. 1 took the pipe down an'looked at il close,
an’ Ibe bowl was warm yit, from bein’ smoked.”
"Well, I be darned!” said Simon, witii empha
sis. "ef lids aint llie most wonderful Imy I evei
saw. Why. he in see further into a mill-stone
Ilian anybody livin’,”
"Maybe some one else smoked the pipe,” said
Henry.
"No, no; Granny won't let anyone smoke In
her pipe: liesides, tlie woman we saw don't
sum e. Iler teeth are too white.”
"Wny diil you not bring the pipe away?”
“Why, Lord bless you.that wouldn't a' done,”
said Timber ;"Granuy 'ml a missed it. an’ ef she
Is hidin’ would a’ suspicioned us o’ takin' it, an'
Granny is ciiunin; ef she finds we want her,
she’d he haid to ketch.”
f taut only, and speak aloud. It is too cold, eh?
t Ho v very careful you are of your health! You
can’t whisper (in company), and you’re cold,
and so there's an end ou’l—at least until the
Jdes of March. Would you see the conclusion
of the whole matter? (You would laugh and
cry all in a breath if yon could see it, I am very
sme.) Then do not fail to visit the Exposition
when the last net of the little drama (call It
comedy, tragedy or wliat you will) will be played.
By the way, friends, how mauy of you may I
ex beet to meet in the Crescent City Inis winter?
Chips, have you—but uo—I’ve said enough
Bye-bye. everybody. Viva
Marshall, Texas.
"The boy is rigid.” said Henry, “and now, all
we liavh to do Is to lav bv and watch the olu
mill.”
They walked slowly back to where Uncle Jer
ry walled lor them.
^TO HE CONTINUED.]
our household
Hoi
te nailer,, Spicy Leiter,,
Home,tic Hluis, Lie.
Mid pleasure, and palnoee though we may roam.
Bo it ever so humble, then ’» no place like home
Viva Stint Ud the Whole Band-
How cozy tlie Household parlor looks this
evening! And how happy I am, dear brothers
and sisters, to be witti you once more! I have
been down in tlie mystical valley that
"Lietli afar between mountains—
Tlie mountains of sorrow and prayer.”
since last 1 was here, and now that theadmatha
clouds which veiled my spirit are lifted, aud life
seems to me all that it wax before—only fairei
for the darkness 1 have lately known—1 cometo
take my accustoind place among you. Who will
welcome Viva home again?
Dear Christ tan teacher-friend of Georgia—
you who, knowing my blind, Kizpah-like devo
tion lo a precious white-haired mother and gen
tle sister, (loured tlie oil of purest sympathy
upon my troubled heart while they, my lovt-o
ones, lingered near
“the door
Dick Dari g Has Another Adventure.
I’ve just dropped in for a few moments, my
dears, to let you know that 1 have recovered
from the sad effects of that candy-pulling, and
have been to a quilting-party in the backwoods.
Having become quite intimate witii my worthy
hostess aud her sisterly daughters, 1 suggested
that they should fix ibe up as a young Duly xml
have some rare fun at tile dancing-party to fol
low the quilting. Well. Miss B. Mother Hub-
bnrded me, as I couldn't get into the regulation
affairs, hut she tied a broad sash around my
waist, and 1 looked like an Irish Biddy. Tlie
elder sister fixed her switch (wliat makes them
call il by that name?) on my bead, entirely hid
ing luy golden locks, and she penciled my eye
brows and chalked tip uiy lace till i didn’t ku<>w
myself when I looked ill tlie glass. But oh!
mil tier Miss B. nor I thought about changing
my 1 mots lor a pair of girls' shoes, and of course
1 uad another mishap while dancing.
Bin 1 anticipate. The country folks came in
from tlie tour points of tlie compass; some on
horses, some in buggies, and some m carts. The
d-i/hlng young cowls.ys rode up on their wild
lutslaiigs in line style. I was "Miss Dolly Dar
ling" lor the occasion, and if my pa. and ma
could have seen their precious boy they would
never have known him, sure. When U.e ladles
sat down to quill then my troubles began, for I
l oi my thimble on my thumb and ran tlie needle
into uiy other hand, and torgot 1 was a girl aim
said—well, I said something sol to voce that made
mv lext-in-seat, give a start and rather a rude
»t re. while 1 remembered to slip llie thim
ble where 1 had seen ma use It and gave the
needle a vigorous jiush into the square I was
trying to quilt. Miss B. kindly came to my res
cue, and 1 got a respite from my dilemma. My
voice is not course yet, so 1 managed to simpei
and giggle when the young men sought an in
traduction to tlie young lady "hook agent from
Ga.” I made quite a mash on one six-footer ol
a cow lmy, aim when dinner was announced, lie
nitered me his arm and we sat side by side at
the long table, full of every thing good to eat,
that Texas can supply.
"Would you like lo own my beautiful pony.
Miss Dolly,” whispered my enamored swain
n«-tween the huge chunks of roast turkey that
a.most chon ed him.
• You bet I Uo,” I simperingly replied.
“Well then, honey, you just take tlie heart
and hand of his owner, and the beast is yourn,"
he whispered in dulcet tones.
‘•You unisl ass my pa, cause I don't do noth
ing wit bout his consent,” I managed to articu
late, while uiy mother Hubbard was giving
warning that the inflation process was strongei
Ilian tlie the seams, and that satin bell just
parted in two. 1 jumped up from the table,
with "a |iain in my side” (right over the torn
place) and rushed in the dressing limn, oi
rtitii ;r, entrance hall, followed by a crowd ot
girls, all hi deep sympathy with the
strange young lady who loosed like tainting
"Bring some camfire, quick,” screamed the oln
grandma, aiid benoeiny accomplices could gel
in the room all tlie top of my head was soaking,
and 1 had to hold niy hands around tlie switch
to keep it from tailing off. “Take off her shoes
and put her feet in a hot must aid nalh,” sug
gested au old maid of the family. "Heaven for
bid,” 1 littered in terror, and 1 gave, a leap and
landed on a rickety chair, aud one hoot, was
visible from beneath my dress. "1 am subject
to sore throat, and ma always insists on m\
wearing bools,” I tremblingly announced. While
the girls were gazing at my masculine loot in
dire astonishment. Miss B. sewed up i»v bell
aud I took my seat in a Corner, pleading head
ache till alter supper, when tlie dancing began.
My lover of the morning asked me to dance
and, forgetting prudence, 1 consented. When
a waltz was announced, lie was tlie first to come
and insist on a whirl. And now comes the granii
finale, aud my ignominious retreat from tin* fes
tivities. That huge cowboy squeezed me s<
tight tiiat I again iorgot 1 was a giii protein...
aud 1 planted a blow lietween his eyes with in>
list that sent Min slapgeiing against anolliei
flying couple, amt my wig mopped off in the
rueiee, as llie cowboy's spurs caught the hem
i* my mother lr.ibbaid and carried < lf all of tin
,iifi,\ m’lt S^'tv.-Hlll lltele s|,.,.*.| two boots sum
. ,m.! or pambfiroie me iioiMtivo gzrzeor un
revelers. The Imjs made a (oiiiiuam lie dasi.
for uiy scalp, liul my accomplices being gieat
tavontes in the settlement, stood between
me and instant punishment, taking all the libinn
upon themselves, and called the affair a “Cleve
land j"ke.” whereupon a shout arose that made
tlie welkin ling, and 1 divested myself of the
upper story of tlie llubbaid tenement, ana
"Richard was himself again.” The balance oi
llie night was spent in dancing and playing
games, but my cowboy lover never came iieui
me again. I was introduced under my inn
name, and was quite a lion among llie dear lit
tle lambs till tiie morning hours hade us home
ward march. Lillie “Dove" of tlie “L. B.,” i
am not “Macas you imagine. And, sweet
•loyeelyne. why so silent, alter my missive?
Don’t divide thy heart, divine Sayonara. bin
giveitalitoD.lt. I’m tlie boy for you. Reck
less Ten. Give me your hand, and if you will
w rile lo me, care of "B. K. C.,” Talledega. Ala,.
I will get tlie letter earlier than by sending to
the former address. Vance and Julian de
Wilt, 1 highly enjoy your letters, and Julian, i
lielleve 1 know you at last. Thanks for youi
kindly mention. Mack, 1 met your charming
cousin not long since, and—, but I'll tell yot,
more anon. Lady Lee,will you smile upon me. il i
lell yon where we have met face to face in
merry timing In ? Viva have you forgotten
your vows? Timid Aileen, you will pardon mj
delay when you hear iny reason why. There t-
.t loving smile fur all who has a kind thougi fn.
Dick Daring.
posed to it. The celebrated Dr. Hammond of
New York, says that lie lias known it often to
save life. “Six or seven years ago,” lie writes
in the October number of Peterson's Magazine.
“the late rector of Calvary Church came lo me,
used up and unstrung by over-taxation of tlie
brain. I ordered him into the country. He
confessed he had never read Dickens’ works. I
ordered him to read them. He did so, and was
himself again in six weeks." ft seems strange
to me tiiat there is such a prejudice against fic
tion. I have known it to comfort tlie afflicted
when ail else failed. My dear grandmother was
an invalid for two long weary years before her
death, aud if she had not read novels she could
never have borne ber pain and sorrow so long.
Oh! bow Wilkie Collins’ mysterious romances
and George Eliot’s fine stories soothed her ach
ing heart and turned her mind into pleasant
channels. I shall always stand up for novels
and novelists, come what may. But enough for
this time. James E. Wray.
Mfdville, Ga.
Tnal swings between Forever and No-more’’—
now call I express lay debt of gialilude lo you?
1 cannot! As 1 clasp your band in friendly
greeliug to-day, 1 can only murmur: May He.
wlioxe omnipotent hand raised me out of tin
depths, and restored unl>» nierny mother and
sister, bless you lorever! Dear Lcul, Angellin
and tjiiien—my "first loves” in tlie Household—
will not eacli of you give Viva lue . issoi pardon
lor seeming f.iii nlessness? And you, my hos.
of "later loves’—you whose names it is useless
to enumerate—I embrace you all. So happy i-
Viva to-day that, had she au enemy here, she
would return love for hale.
Not since llie pleasant days at Suuny Mead-
(so beaulliullv descrilwd by the sweet Idealist
M. Lilly Johnson.) have 1 loosed into so many
cheer ful, smiling races. Here is Diek Daring
niy "super-dainty Dick!” Come, naughty b. y
Unit you are, kneel down belore me and ,.sk my
pardon for not calling to see me on your "gram,
lour” llnoligii Texas. You won t, eh? Then
you are ii.iugliliei' than ever,but—"you'renice.
And bless me! here 1> Johnny Tuberose, hand
soilin' I ban before ids liegna. Bi oilier Johnny,
let us ben iendx. will you? Though you call. o
me a dreatlltil name ("llie Sinus of the House
hold,” I think you said 1 was), 1 forgave you
entirely, lung ago. Vivian, (who did not lieai
me onee,) Zephyr, Conslanl, Rodliel, Chips.
Daisy Dai ling. Gray Eyes, Omen. Failli. Fan.
Prodigal Jsou. Lalln Rooklt. Jelite, Texas, linnii
Aileen, Killy Cumin, Marguerite—one and all—
I tender you my liearllell thanks lor .Ind le
hieiiibrance. it is so sweet lo me, dear fi iends.
to kn >w that, though absent long. I have uni
been forgotten at home—lor this is home. Our
Household domain is a veritable "City »1
Will,” and brol tiers and sisters all. Here D my
hand; will each of you take il in pledge of last
ing friendship for Viva? F'ailli. my gall..in
countryman— I have a lengthy message lm you.
which will lie delivered at "a more o iiveniein
season." Edwarrl Valdaviuas. (mi/ friend oj
mild Inm/ syne, if 1 mistake Hot.) have you fm-
goiten "Sister Eva's” counsel? Clio. \ amten.
Gieielien—you solemn Dio! why agitate
the "woman question?” Take my advice and
leave il to Sornsis aud tlie Boston It'll mm, s
Journal for sellloinonl; we of llie 8- iilbl.ilal
have naught lo do with it. Have women no
"rights” in your slate, gentle t lio? Il not. •
luav yoll collie lo Texas. And why hesitate In
confess votir interest in polities, dm? Il we
love oiir'gloi inns country-(and we should, nexi
to Godaiidnurnintbers / wi-aien.itinall) keenly
■ upon her weal
said young
Parker, with a villainous leer; "you are lied— two hours.” He spoke in an miderloue.
your claws are cut-md von are harmless. I "How do know.” asked Simon,
have tlie money tiiat can buy llie court. If you | "Don’t you see the rim an’ sides o’ It are wet
said Billion. "Tne d irned pi tee is silent as the 1 alive to every question solid
grave and looks like it mi'lit be haunted.” i <>r woe. Are not **••* *••'**>-•)J♦**” !.* ” * „ s ,
"Look there.** said Timber, whose k< en eyes Soiilli tlie near ktudir d of III g •
had heeu taking In everything, pointing to a statesmen that ever lived?» "Vi en
bucket. "That bucket has lice used in tlie last Hint fathers blood .
, why blush to acknowledge your uileiesl III wnsi
! so deeply concerns llieni? Bid—-pardon me.
sister mine! I did not mean lo In-gin a lecture
are searching for luy pretty cmi-in. why just' yet" air*'there’s some "water in"^ elVar” and m pa sent. Mack, wliat was it that you d'Sliisi
hunt on; I wish you luck when you find tier, fresh?” " *
Good day. Mr. Wai ers." concluded young I “Blest ef it ain't so; ye’r a trump. Timber,” re
plied Simon. whose
••That .loor there.” said Timber, imlnling to a by
Parser, and. spurring his Imrse, be dashed
across the bridge.
to say lo me not long ago? Was it anything
alarm llie "lillle lady In while weal ing a badge,
whose vainly was tested (aud found want Ing)
cross rue onoge. ■mat .loor there.” said Timber, pointing to a by—oil! execrable to relate! Opudorf
lleury and rinilH-r rode quietly on, looking door which opened into wliat had mice been an Otrmiiora.' Oinores.'-a sMer w il li a bi oil a rs
.nek occasionally at llie horseman. , office of tlie mill, “that door has been lately bomb Ho! In. I ha! Mack. | lease Jell me ah
“I wish,” said lleury. "that we could follow . used.” you know about It, will yon? Bui wl.isprveiy
him but he is too shrewd to allow his steps to I “How d'ye know?” asked Simon. soltly, for my cousin Householder must in*
he traced ” . „ „ “Don’l you see there Is no cobwebs and mud- mow. you understand.. Give ronfltleiire lor
Jimmy Parker had not gone half a mile before ' daubers’ nests ou it Use there is In the rest o’, confidence, will you! " hat! you can i wins'
he reined In his horse. J the building?” j Well, 1 never saw a man who could. Then
A Word to Zip, Muda and Others.
Now, zip, you nave gone ana done wrong;
give us to understand that Quieii Babe was no.
ibe beautiful damsel of 16 in.il we had piciurer.
in our liiiagination; and "Mr. Deering” hasgom
ml burned Ills fingers, so 1 tear lie will uni b.
hie to write again soon. Muda Hetuer, giv*
us some more of that sensible chat of yours, i.
is really refreshing. Parveliue, 1 Hunk yr.i
uve stilick tlie keynote to refonn; even ua-
i.uiai relorni, 1 think, will have to begin aroum
lie hearthstone. J am anxiously looking lo,
.onietliiug from our • again; hope she i> xtib
inproviiig. To one and all. Good Night.
Daiugeifield, Tex., Nov. 24.
A Delayed Letter from Juanita.
Joyous, merry voices are wafted on the breezes
o where a liiuid. tremulous stranger stands
Knocking for admittance. Will some one giv<
ner a smiling welcome? I've been an ardcii.
iiliuiier and constant reader of the Sunni
SOUTH for some time, its title alone is saner.
i<- every true Southern heart, and tlie love flier
cherish lor Ilieir fair, suuny land is increase!,
when i bey lliu.k of the brave, gallant boys tlun
i.nigiil, bled and perished lor ilieir o > n lover.
Southland. I admite tlie Household depart
incut veiy much, and consider many of its con
uilmtors gilltu writers; hut among llie uiai.r
witleis whose rare gems of thought grace tin
columns of tills paper, my favorites are Mrs.
I'.r>au ami Itiil Arp. Who does not admire Bill
Arp’s inimitable | ortravals oi the iueideiits or
every-day lile, asil really is. divested ol itsrose-
euioied Iniiciex. and llie eriehaiiliug witelieiy oi
■ ulna lice that mantles an ideal life? lie speaks
..1 a higher lile that v\e may attain, of the rug
god steeps we must,ascend belore we will hr
permitted to view (lie Promised Land. Long
may lie live lo cheer tlie hearts of bis many
lilciids null Ids thrilling, incomparable letters.
Such perfect Ueluherdays! Are they not beaii-
litul? Tl.e crimson glow that floods llie evening
and morning sky is sliangely lieatitilul, Hilling
ti c fleecy chums drilling through llie evening
gales nilli lines lliat rival llie rainbow s radi
ant lobes. The inotii.tains gorgeous in then
aiiliimii vestures xie blue and lu.zy in tl.e dis
tance. luit a nearer view presents "iheni lo onr
eiiraptuied eyes vviili rich, billon y foliage Dial
seems lo have imi 11.-.. bed llie golden sunbeams
and the rosy blushes Dial manties tlieiviuing
sky . The lolesis. changing ilieir summer rid es
of emerald for drn| cries ol dazzling x| lendol;
il e sky so intensely bine, fair as Italian suuny
skies; tl.e clear, crystal siiearns lulling al.d
ri| | ling down llie moi.niain d< chvilies to j. in
Ibr- Kerp.ael.ee as il baslens on lo colrliibtile ils
silvery waters lo the singing, billon> sea. If I
an. sofollnnaie as loeseaie D.e \\. I:.. I may
come again, lo describe lair Kiqnael.ee. II e
brine of my sueel. sunny eluitil.nid. Wnli
many kb it wishes for ej.eh nun her of D.e
llr.i.seliold, I will lake my <icbi.ltliir. Auic-
v ", ,r ' ... .. . Juanita.
Ecru Cliff, Ocl. iGr
Bays firm Janie* E. Wray.
Excuse n»r if I intrude. 1 am a constant read
er id Ibe hl'NNY Booth, and parlleularlv llie
Household dei ailment, and Die leiuptalinn Is
so great I cannot lesisl. 1 love the K. 8. and all
Ibe melnliers of Dm Household verv much
What a glorions array of talent is brought out
In lids department. Tin am delightful loiters In-
luse ambition and awakens desire. Long live
our mighly Southern paper!
I enjoy novel-reading very much. Indeed,
though my friends aud relatives are bitterly u|>-
The Methodist Beggar
Dear Householder: I wish to acknowledge
the receipt, of a nice little express package from
a fair householder in Millcdgeville, Ga.. Die only
oneof tlie large family,who lias deemed it wise to
respond to tlie appeal of tlie Methodist beggar.
We appreciate her gill very much, and will
never forget her sympathetic and sell wishing
postal card. The package did not arrive until
alter our auction (I si oui.l say our attempted
auction, for it was not a success) and was
opened in one of our dry goods stores. One
member of Die firm purchased Die lamp mat for
seventy-five cents, and Die other look oneof
Die i.iuciisliions ff>r a quarter. Will ietthedo-
uor near from me through the mail as soon as
I dispose of Die oilier arlieles if she will let me
know how to address her. I do not know
whether she would like a letter addressed to
her iioiii or not.
1 also want to thank one of the S. S. readers
if Houston, Texas, for Die dollar lie was so kind
is to send. Ilow I wish every person who read
llie Methodist beggar’s Idler could have sent us
r dollar, or even fitly cents. Our whole, indebt-
din-xs would have been paid, so that our church
oulrl have been dedicated. Instead, there will
lie years of toil and wailing, before we are tree
from tlie bunion of debt.
Householders, I ind you a final adieu. I do
not stipiiose you will ever again hear of this
Methodist Beggar.
A Helping* Hand—Beautiful Lesson.
Dear Friends: I have often lieen strength-
ned and henefilted by reading tiie Household
lo-tlrrs, and as it is against the impulses of my
nature to receive help and kindness without any
mauitestations of appreciation, I come to-uiglil.
witii thanks, and ;t little hit of experience, that
will perhaps be interesting to some of you.
This morning I was making adrexs.liut some
how my thoughts wandered from my work to au
advertisement 1 noticed last night in a newspa
per. Tlie advertisement run somewhat in this
wise: "A great bargain! Lady’s solid gold
watch, only twenty-three dollars!’ Then fol
lowed the name, address, etc., of tlie company
who proposed lo sell these watches. In a gen
eral way I do not care for jewelry. No rings
doin my tapering fingers, uo chain encircles luy
-I an-like tiiroat, and so great is my aversion to
Die heathenish custom of wearing jewels in llie
ears, that 1 would not tiave holes made in mine
tortile most beautiful pair of ear-rings in the
world; but I have always wanted a liny little
lime-piece to nestle at my belt, fastened around
my neck by a silken cord, long, long ago, my
father (who is now dead), used to hold his watch
lo my tiny ear, and iiiethiiiks no music ever
sounded sweeter than the constant "tick, tick, ’
of that dear old time-piece. Then it is not very
strange tiiat Die glaring advertisement attracted
my attention. All tlie morning i thought and
planned, and at last decided that this long-wished
'reastire should be mine.
”1 will write for it this very night.” True, f
would not be able to get those Chi istmns remem
brances for tl e family, as 1 had before thought to
do. i did intend to get'an album for my little sister,
and there «as Die law dictionary which my old
est brother h:ul been wanting so'long. I meant
to surprise him with it. How proud lio would
lie. My baby brother was to haven box of tools,
a new story book, and ever so many other tilings
that his sweet, winning ways and innocent baby
hood deserved. And mother, dear old mother,
whose eyes are growing dim. oneof my greatest
delights lias been in picturing your surprise and
joy when I presented you with Die lung-desired
treasure—a Bible—tiie print of which would not
lie straining to your fading vision. But "tick,
lick, tick,” Die sweet music arises above Die
••latter of Die sew ing machine, and. ns I had .set
tled the question to my on n satisfaction, I ti led
lo Inunsli all thought of ii from my mind. Snt-
isfa’lioii, did Isay? Well, no, not exactly, for
I fried to convince myself tiiat. as ! nail eainerf
the money. 1 ought lospend it for niy own enjoy
ment, but the "slid small voice” kept whisper
ing “Selfishness and Vanity sire your had an
gels; conquer them while you may.” For more
than an hour Die contending strife of good and
evil waged within my breast, but thank God. I
conquered self at last. When again "The shadow
inoveth ore Die dial plate of Dine no golden trinket
will make sweet music next my heart, but in niy
heart I hope to wear tlie precious jewel of con
tentment.” Already Die transcendent glow of
happiness is kindling within my breast, for (
have decided that not only those of my own fire-
-ide. hut all within my reacli who need it. shall
he marie to feel the joy of a “helping hand.”
When Die New Year hells shall ring me'rrlly
out, inay each chime awake some new Joy within
eacli heart. Maud Muller
FRUIT CHARLOTTE.
One-half box of gelatine, half cup of oold
water, one oop of sugar, one and a half onp
of water and one enp of lemon j iioe. or one
mot of orange jaioe and one oup of water,
yolks of four eggs, whites of four eggs, one
dozen lady fingers. Soak the gelatine in
oold water till soft. Make a syrup with the
sugar and fruit jaioe. Wnen boiling poor it
into the beaten yolks of the eggs. Stir well
and cook in a donble boiler till it thiokens.
Add the soaked gelatine, stir till dissolv d,
and strain at onoe into a granite pan placed
in ioe water. Beat occasionally till oold,
but not hard. Beat the whites of the eggs to
a stiff froth, and then beat altogether till
it thiokeis. When almost stiff enough to
drop, ponr at onoe into monlds lined with
oake. Keep on ioe, and serve wich or with
out p wdered sugar and cream. Vary the
fruit by stewing one pint of canned peaches,
pineapples, or aprioats in one cup each of su
gar and water till soft,then sift,add the yolks
•>f the eggs, and oook till it thiokens. Add
the gelatine, strain, and when oool add the
whites. Grated pineapple will not require
xming.
qUEKN’s PUDDING.
Ten fine pippins, pared and cored; half a
pound of maoaroons, pounded floe; two ta-
nlespoonsful of sugar, h»lf a teaspoonful of
oinnamon, half a oup of crab-apple or quinoe
jelly, one tablespoon ful of brandy, one pint
of milk, one tablespoonfnl of oornetaroti,
whites of three eggs, a little salt.
Um lb® apples into a battered pudding-
dish. Fill this half full of oold water;
cover oiosely and bake until a straw will
picroethem. Let them stand ooverd, until
cold. (Do this on Siturday.) Drain off
■ be water the day you mean to use them.
Pat a spoon full of jolly and a few drops of
orandy into eaoh apple ; strew with cinna
mon and sugar ; cover and let them stand
while you scald the milk, and stir in the
maoaroous, the salt aod the corn starch wet
up in oold milk. Boil for one minute ; take
rrom the fire, beat up well, and let it oool
before whipping in the fro'hed whites. Pour
this m x are over the apples and bake half
an hour in a brisk oven. Eit warm with a
sauoe made of the water in whioh the app'es
were slewed, well sweetened and spioed, a
tablespoonful ot butter, rolled in flour, and
the beaten yolk of au egg. Heat the liquor,
sweeten and season; thioken with butter and
fiour; boil up; pour gradually over the egg
and set in hot water until it is needed.
Somcstic Jiiuts.
CANNED succotash..
Torn ont a can of suoootash into a sanoe-
>an; barely oover with hot water, and oook
talf an hour. Pour off the water; pnt on,
ustead, a oup of o ild milk; bring to a boi ;
epper, ssIt, Had put in a lamp at butter,
•oiled in floor. Simmer five minutes.
VELVET CREAM.
One-half box of gelatine, one and a half
-up of sherry wine, one lemon (grated rind
nd juice), oue and a half cap of rugar, one
ud n half pint of oream. S »ak the gela iue
u tbe wine, add the lemon and sugar, and
eat nil togettier t II the gelatine is dissolv-
d. Then strain and set it away to oool.
V en nearly oold, but hr f >re it begins to
ff n, add the orerrm. Beat till nearly stiff
'••ough to drop, then poor it into the mould
ud set it on ice nntil stiff as blano- mange.
STEWED CORN.
Open a oan of o >ru ao hoar before oook-
,g it. Put it into a saucepan when yen are
•r-ridy for i’; cover with boiling water and
-t it stand without oookiug for ten minu’es.
)raiu iff the water; oover the corn with h t
■ ilk, a little sailed; set within a vessel of
•ot water and oook tor half an hour, or na
il lender. Stir in a tablespoon ul of but-
• r, cut into thirds, eaoh rolled in flout; *•!in
ner ten minutes, pepper, aud turn into a
■ cep-o vered dt h.
EGGS POACHED IN TOMATOES.
S ew slowly for teu annul, s half a oan of
ur itoes and one small ou>ou, cut flue.
-> «<on highly with salt aod pepper. Break
. x eggs into a bowl without beating, aud
■■eu • v. rything else is ready to serve slip
•rein into the hot turn Does. L ft the white
fetully with a fork as it oouks until it is
il ti ui. then prick the yolks and let thnn
,iix with the tomato and white. It should
e q ntr soft, but with the red tomatoes, the
hue aod the yellow of the egg q media,
mot. Seive at once on toast.
TURRET CREAM.
Ooe quart of milk, oue package of Goxe’s
■el .line, one heaping oup of white sag ir,
nine eggs beateu light, whites aid yolks
eparsie’), half a pound of orystahz ol fruit,
vmuDIh fl tvoririg, j rice of a le non, in whioh
•alt ihe y ruled peel has lieen s mked, theo
■ rained out. S ink the gelatiue three hours
n a I rrge oup of oold water. S *ald the
nilk, s'ir in the sugar, and when t"'S has
ineii• d the gelatiue. Stir over the fi e five
•i,iiiU>e ; pour out halt of til mix uie ruioa
on I, ana add the whipped j oiks to that left
■ I, llie sanevpm. S ir one initiate and take
rroin the fire Flavor tbe yellow gelatiue
«i h iemon—the white with vanilla. Assoou
as ,ie yellow begiu to congeal whip oue-
iiatfot the stiffened whites into it, a litile
ai a tin e, with a Dover egg-beater. Add the
■ eel to the white gelatiue in the same man
> r, whipping each in nntil it stiff-ns, be
fore a oil g more, and noteeasing until both
a.e • caps nf '‘sponge.” Wet the inaide of a
i,l fi nal) inoi.ld with water, Hud arrange in
• lie run ton), dose to the ooteide nf the
mould, a row of crys alised ohernes. Then
i-ut in a layer of the whim mixturr; on this,
c.i ae io tlie outside, strips of apricots or
l»-ach •; then a layer of yellow mix nre, an
tner bioderof cherries, and so on until the
mater> D are used up. Do this ou Srtur-
d y. Mi', day dip for »ne instant iu hot
a• ter Mill invert npon a flat dish. Ear with
i r nnitd fruit. It will be * beautiful dts-
jeert
A Marvelous Story
TOLD IN TWO LETTERS.
rpnil TUC COM . “28 Cedar St.. New
rnUm I IlL wUNi York,oct.2S, 1U82.
“ Gentlemen: My father resides at Glover,
Vt. He has lieen a great sufferer from Scrof
ula, ami the inclosed letter will tell you what
a marvelous effect
Ayer s Sarsaparilla
has had in his ease. I think his blood must
have contained the humor for at least ten
years; but it did not show, except in the form
of a scrofulous sore on the wrist, until about
tive years ago. From a few spots which ap
peared at that time, it gradually spread so as
cover his entire body. I assure yon he was
terribly afflicted, aud an object of pity, when
he began using your medicine. Now, there are
few men of his age who enjoy as good health
as he has. 1 could easily name fifty person*
who would testify to the facts in his case.
Yours truly, W. M. Phillips.”
FROM THE FATHER:
a duty for me to state to you tbe benefit I
have fierived from tlie use of
Ay fir’s Sarsaparilla.
Six months ago I was completely covered with
a terrible humor and scrofulous sores. The
humor caused an incessant and intolerable
itching, and the skin cracked so as to cause
the blood to flow in many places whenever
I moved. My sufferings were great, and my
life ft burden. 1 commenced the use of the
Sarsaparilla in April last, and have used
it. regularly since that time. My condition
began to improve at once. The, sores have
all healed, and I feel perfectly well in every
resect — being now able to do a good day’s
work, although 73 years of age. Many inquire
what has wrought such a cure in my case, and
I tell them, as I have here tried to tell you,
Ayer’s Sarsaparilla. Glover, Vt., Oct.
21,1882. Yours gratefully,
Hiram Phillips.”
AVer's Sarsaparilla cures Scrofula
and all Scrofulous Complaints, Erysip
elas. Eczema, Ringworm, Blotches,
Sores, Bolls, Tumors, and Ernptions of
the Skin, it clears the blood of all impu
rities, aids digestion, stimulates the action of
the bowels, and thus restores vitality and
strengthens the whole system.
preparki> by
Dp. J.C. Ayer ACo., Lowell, Mass.
Sold by all Druggists; $1, six bottles for $&.
MOTHERS'
No More Terror!
No More Fain!
No More Danger!
TO
Mother or Child,
Tlie dread of
MOTHERHOOD
Transformed to
HOPE
AND
JOY!
Safety and Ease
m
Tliis Invaluable pre
paration is trulv u tri
umph of scientific ski!’
and no more inestima
ble benefit was ever
lieslowed on Die moth
ers of the world.
gj*“U not only shor
tens Die time of labor
and lessens tlie inten
sity of pain, init belter
III ill all. it greatly di
minishes llieilanger to
life of noth mother and
child, and leaves the
mother in a condition
liiglilv favorable lo
speedy recovery, and
far less ii ride to flood
ing, convulsions, and
oilier alarming symp-
Iiiiiis iiK-ideiit In lin
gering and painful 1a-
imr. Its truly wmider-
iul efficacy in this re
aped einiiles Die
Mothers’ Friend lo
lie ranked as one of
Die life-saving ap
pliances given to the
w-rld by Die discove
ries of modern science.
From Die nature of
Die case, it will, of
course, lie understood
licit we cannot pub
lish certificates °"h-
corning this ItKMEDY
wit limit wounding Die
delicacy of the writers.
Vet we"have hundreds
■ >f such testimonials«n
file, and no inotherwlio
lias once used it will
••ver again lie without
it in her time of trou
ble.
A prominent physician lately remarked to the
proprietor Ural if it were admissible to make
public Die letters we receive, Die “Mothers’
Friend” would outsell anything on Die market.
I inrrsl earnestly entreat every female expecting
to lie confined to use Mothers' Belief. Coupled
Willi lids entreaty 1 will add that during a tong
obstetrical practice (forty-four years) 1 have
never known It to fail to produce a safe and quick
delivery.
Jl. J. HOLMES. M. D„ Atlanta, Ga.
Send for our Treatise mi ”11631111 and Happi
ness el \V. man." inailr it free.
Brad field Uegulatok Co., Atlanta, Ga.