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It pleases the Ladies
Because
It is Clean and the Odor
Is Pleasant
And Because it will Heal
A Wound
Or Burn Quicker and with
Less Suffering
Than any remedy known
To Medical Science.
What is it?
Dr. Tichenor’s Antiseptic
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'Hie Cafe Jean was situated at
the corner of a quiet street in
Paris — remarkably quiet at all
times, considering the near proxim¬
ity of a noisy and much frequented
boulevard, but particularly so after
11 o'clock at night.
Late one evening most of the ha¬
bitues of this bright and comforta¬
ble cafe had taken their departure,
raising their hats, as the manner is
in France, to Mine. Jean, the smart¬
ly dressed and dignified proprietress,
p r * ““ <*.
maible compton, smiled and bowed
in return as they went out. The
blinds were already down and the
doors closed in preparation for the
11 *fe r ^L
Madame sat a little longer, lis-
tening to the gossip of the neigh-
hoi hood gathered during the day
by the head waiter to retail for her
special amusement when the day's
work was over and one could in-
dulge m a little relaxation. Then,
looking round and seeing that near-
ly all the well known customers
who every evening played dominoes
or cards and sipped coffee or drank
eau sucre or stronger mixtures un-
der her vigilant but friendly eye
bad left, she retired for the night,
leaving the remainder to the care
of her faithful Alphonse. There
were only about a dozen people now,
and everything was sleepily quiet
in the cafe, when suddenly the still¬
ness was rudely broken by a loud
voice exclaiming angrily:
“It is a lie! I don't believe a
word of it, and I defy you to prove
it!”
All looked up, startled, from
game or newspaper as these words
burst from one of the occupants of
a small table at the farthest end of
the room. The speaker seemed very
much excited. His companion, and on
the contrary, remained cool
self possessed under the provoca¬
tion, but his white face and pecul¬
iar glittering eyes belied that out¬
ward appearance and arrested at¬
tention when noticed.
The two had been engaged for
some time in close and earnest con-
versation, without raising their
voices, interrupted only now and
then by subdued exclamations and
incredulous remarks from the ex¬
cited man, which evidently did not
succeed in either shaking continued or mov¬
ing the pale #*n, who
talking to him and answering his
objeefons quietly until control, his oppo¬
nent, losing all self sprang
to his feet and violently disturbed
the inmates of the cafe by the angry
words quoted above.
Seeing that be had attracted gen¬
eral attention, he looked around
and said:
"Gentlemen, I appeal to you aH.
I am sorry if I have disturbed you
with somewhat violent language,
but you shall judge whether I am
justified in refusing to believe the
story 1 have just heard. We hap¬
pened to sit at the same table and
naturally entered into conversation.
Our talk drifted from one subject
to another until 1 made some called jok¬
ing remark about the so
scientific research into the myste-
ries of the spiritual world. 1 grant for
it is a fascinating subject myself even and
an unbeliever like a
eood one for conversation and play-
xul ly badinage, but to be told serious-
and as an undeniable fact that
the spirits of the departed can and
revisit this earth when they
have promised to do so passes the
bounds of credulity. My neighbor
tells this most extraordinary story:
Two years ago tonight he lost his
dearest friend, a lifelong friend,
who on his deathbed, seeing his
despair, solemnly promised that he
would appear to him on the anni¬
versary of his death, which took
place about midnight, if this friend
invoked his spirit. He affirms that
he has already seen him once since
he died. Now, I ask you as men of
sense, living in the nineteenth cen¬
tury, is it possible to believe such a
statement ?”
m, , , . „ ,,
a transient betrayal of feeling, for
his face resumed its former pallor,
although his eyes retained their
strange light, and it was with a
marked expression more of annoy-
a nee than anger that he replied
calmly:
"It is nothing to me whether you
believe or not. 1 have simply stated
a f ac t, and it is the truth. You
passed me with questions concern-
j ng that great trouble of my life
unt ji j told you all—mv despair
when I lost rav friend after years of
mutual devotion and attachment,
and his promise to return. 1 told
y0 u truthfully that he had already
kept his promise once, but you did
not believe me. I do not wonder,
The spiritual world is a closed book
to the majority. A glimpse is ob¬
tained now and then by some, but
chiefly by conjecture and specula-
tion only, whereas actual experi¬
mental knowledge is rare and not
often communicated. I told you
what my privileged experience had
been, and I can prove it, incredible
as it may appear to you.”
While he was speaking a number
of new arrivals had invaded the
cafe, calling in on their way from a
neighboring theater for a drink or
a cigar. Their curiosity being
aroused by the words they had par¬
tially heard, they drew near to lis¬
ten and. being informed of what
had happened, joined the others in
discussing the pros and cons of this
debatable topic, some laughingly,
some seriously, according to the
view they took of the subject. No
one seemed to take it very seriously,
however, except a few, who shook
their heads doubtfully, while others
laughed at them and joked about
spirits. Above the Babel-like noise
exclamations and snatches of con¬
versation could be heard, such as:
"Impossible!” "Who knows? Do
you: •>> a What will you bet?” "I am
no fool!” "1 bet a hundred francs
he can’t prove it!” “Strange things
happen!" etc. asserting
The gambling element
itself, bets ran high, and it was
finally agreed to deposit the stakes
in the hands of the incredulous
man, and then they called upon the
spiritualist with the weird look in
his eyes to make good his words.
lie seemed strangely reluctant
and sighed and hesitated, but at
last lie made up Ins mind and said:
“If 1 comply with your request,
you must all submit to mv coudi-
tion?. You must give me your
promise that no one will attempt to
intrude upon me or disturb me in
any way and , that . I T shall . ,, have , one
witness with me.
This was considered quite reason-
at, e and all consented readily,
“1 need »<* that of Murse
you will hoid yourselves bound in
honor to keep the conditions faith-
fully. You, sir,” he continued, fix-
ing his basilisk eye on his oppo-
nent, who winced perceptibly, "shall
be that witness. You must accom¬
pany me into the next room. 1 The
doors shall be left open, and you
will have to describe aloud what¬
ever you may see. If the experience
turns out to be a painful one, you
have only yourself to thank for it.”
With these words he rose and
walked toward the corridor leading
to the inner part of the house and
beckoned to the other man, who, by
this time considerably subdued, hes¬
itated for a minute; but, putting on
the best face lie could, he took up a
lighted lamp from a table and fol¬
lowed him into the first room to
the right, leaving the doors wide
open.
As they disappeared a strange
hush fell over the noisy and excited
company. Silence reigned for some
time, until the twelve strokes of
midnight were heard sounding dis¬
tantly from a church clock. Then
a voice arose in the next room, say¬
ing slowly and solemnly:
"Maurice Durand, thou who didst
promise that on the anniversary of
our cruel parting thou wouldst give
me the consolation of seeing thee
again if I called upon thee to ap¬
pear, remember thy promise! Dear
friend, J entreat thee come! Mau¬
rice, appear!”
Then came a pause, amid breath¬
less silence, but the voice y
soon was
heard again, saying:
"Maurice, remember thy vow! I
beseech thee, appear!”
Another silence. Then another
voice was heard, saying in tremu¬
lous accents:
"There is a faint light in the
darkest part of the room. It takes
a shape! It approaches! It is—ah!
Away!”
An unearthly shriek rent the air,
followed by a crash and a heavy
fall, and then all was silence once
more.
The startled listeners looked at
each other with dismay. Some had
turned pale, while others looked ill
at ease, but all felt uncertain, irres¬
olute what to do. Some time elaps¬
ed before it was suggested that they
ought to disregard their promise
and go in and see what had hap¬
pened, so as to render assistance if
it were needed. A move was made
toward the room, but it was in total
darkness. A light was procured,
and this was what they found:
The room was empty, the lamp
was upset, the table overturned and
the window wide open — the two
men had gone and the stakes with
them.
One of Washington's Maps.
"The original map made by
George Washington in 1775 of the
lands on the Great Kanawha river,
West Virginia, granted to him by
the British government in 1763 for
his services in the Braddock expedi¬
tion, is in the possession of the li¬
brary of congress,” says The Na¬
tional Geographic Magazine. "The
map is about 2 by 5 feet and is en¬
tirely in the handwriting of Wash¬
ington. The margin is fitted with
notes, also in Washington's hand¬
writing, describing the boundary
marks set by Washington and dif¬
ferent features of the tract.”
WOMEN’S CLUBS.
The First of These Organizations In
This Country Was Sorosis.
The first woman's club in this
country was Sorosis. The inspira¬
tion for action in such form came
to Mrs. Jennie C. Crolv of New
Lost 5 V
ful, “ My hair came out by the hand¬
and the gray hairs began to
creep in. I tried Ayer’s Hair Vigor,
and it stopped the hair from com¬
ing Mrs.M. out and restored the color.”—
D.Gray, No. Salem, Mass.
There’s a pleasure in
offering Ayer’s such a prepara¬
tion as Hair Vigor.
It gives to all who use it
such satisfaction. The
hair becomes thicker,
glossy. longer, softer, and more
And you feel so
secure in using such an
old and reliable prepara¬
tion. SI.M a battle. A!! tfraffteU.
send If your druggist and cannot supply you,
us one dollar we will express
you a bottle. Be sure and give the name
of your nearest express ofliee. Address,
J. C. AYER CO., Loweit. Mass.
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V.’e live by our blood, and on
• We thrive
. or starve,
as
Snood is rich or poor.
Thei * is nothing else to li ve
on or ]
When strength is full and
spirits high, we are being »e-
freshed. bone muse !e and Lrait
in both and mil a, witn con
tiiuul riuw ot rich blood.
This is health.
. V\ hen weak/in low smm
no cheer, no spring, when : i V >
is not rest and siecp is no.
sleep, we are starved ; our lm
is poor* there is little nuUi
ment in it.
Back of the blood, is food,
to keep tlie blood rich. Whei
it fails, take Scott’s Eimilsum
of Cod Liver Oil. It sets the
whole body going again—man
woman and child.
If you have not trii «l it, send for -free ‘ ample,
its agreeable taste will surprise you.
SCOTT & BOWiN K, < litn.ists
409 415 Pearl St i t t, Nev.- York.
50c. and s < 00 all druggists.
-
loiu cit\. Inal fche was distinctly .. . ,
successful so far as quality goes in
carrying out this inspiration is in-
stanced by the names of such worn-
en as Alice Cary, Kate Field, Phoebe
Carv and Ella Dietz Clvmer as offi-
* +>
cers for the first year.
The object of Sorosis was to bring
together women of all kinds and
each io assist the other in working
along her own lines in the way most
helpful to herself. Such a platform
necessitated much sympathy and
patient inquiry before settling down
to what might be termed systematic
work. This little band of women
realized keenly that they had been
and still were shut out from much
legitimate endeavor, and they de¬
termined to bide their time and
work out their own salvation and
that of all like-minded sisters.
J ust when Sorosis was in the em¬
bryonic stage a letter came fromi
Miss Kate Field, telling of the for¬
mation of another club in Boston
and objecting to the name of the
New York club. She wrote: "The
Boston women are also forming a
club, but they have got men with
them and know better what they
want. They will accomplish some¬
thing practical and definite. Don't
go on with Sorosis. I won't have
the name. Nobody knows what it
means, and nobody will know what
you mean or what you want, and
you will be laughed at/'
After a temporary change of
name and tribulation generally So¬
rosis resumed her baptismal name
and slowly but surely found out
what she wanted and what she
meant, and after a longer stretch
of time made a steadily increasing
and approving public know what
she wanted and what she meant. To¬
day hundreds of thousands of wom¬
en rise up and call its founder and
faithful coworkers "blessed.”—Re¬
becca Douglas Lowe in Pilgrim.
Horse&, Dogs and Drunken Men.
"A horse hates a drunken man,”
says an old stableman, "but a dog
seems to feel that a drunk isn't re¬
sponsible for himself and acts ac¬
cordingly. A dog, no matter how
fierce he is, will never bite a drunk¬
en man. He seems to know by in¬
stinct when a man is under the
weather and treats him much as he
would treat a child. But with &
horse it’s different. A horse treats
a drunken man with contempt—
doesn't want to have anything to do
with him.
"There used to be an old bum
who loafed around the car stables
and who somehow or other always
managed to keep loaded up to the
nozzle. Some nights he would creep
into a stall and go to sleep in the
straw. The horses when they fin¬
ished the last run at night would
always be ready to drop in their
stalls, but I never knew a horse that
would sleep with the bum. Rather
than lie down alongside him the
horse would stand up all night.”—
Philadelphia Record.
An Anecdote of Le Sago.
Of Le Sage M. Claretie says,
"Breton he remained all his life by
character, pride, independence, pro¬
bity, tenacity carried to ob&tmaey
and by superstition.” Before "Tur-
caret” was played he had promised
the Duchess de Bouillon to read
her the piece. It was thought that
uit r re ol lg wouli take place before
dinner. Sotfts business detained
him, aDd he arrived late.
The Duchies de Bouillon recci v-
ed him with an appearance of im¬
patience and-told him with an air of
discontent that she had lost an hour
waiting for him.
“Well, m adams /' said Le Sage
coldly, “1 will make you gain two
hours/* Aftar this short speech he
bowed and went away.
A Different Kind of Fire.
Chumpiv (at the reception)—Is
this Mrs. Passionpen, the celebrated
poetess ?
Mrs. Paaaionpen (haughtily)—It
is.
have Chumply (effusively)—I should
known you among a thousand.
Mrs. Passionpen—Why?
Chum ply (grandiloquently)—The
fire of genius burns on your brow.
Mrs. Passionpen (derisively)—Do
not be deceived, young man. That
is where 1 scorched myself curling
my hair. You'd better guess again.
Gold Colors.
Many people suppose that all gold
is alike when refined, but this is not
so. An experienced man can tell at
a glance from what part of the
world a goldpiece comes and in
some cases from what particular
gold district the metal has been ob-
tained. Australian gold, for in-
stance, is distinctly redder than
that from California. The Ural
gold is the reddest found anywhere.
DEPEND UPON YOURSELF.
Not Only Know Your Lesson, but
Know That You Know It.
Henry Ward Beecher, especially
in his later life, was fond of telling
this storv about his teacher, who
taught him to depend upon himself:
"I was sent to the blackboard and
went uncertain, full of whimpering.
" ‘That lesson must be learned,'
said my teacher in a very quiet tone,
but with terrible intensity. All ex¬
planations and excuses he trod un-
der foot with utter scornfulness. ‘I
don’t want any reason why vou
haven't it/ he would say.
a < I did study it two hours/
u 1 That is nothing to me. I want
the lesson. You may not study it at
all or you may study it ten hours.
Just suit yourself. 1 want the les¬
son.'
"It was rough for a green boy,
but it seasoned me. In less than a
month I had the most intense sense
of intellectual independence and
courage to defend my recitations.
"One day his cold voice fell upon
me in the midst of a demonstration,
‘No/ I hesitated and then went
back to the beginning, and on
reaching the same point again 'No!'
uttered in a tone of conviction, bar¬
red my progress.
i( < The next!’ And I eat down in
red confusion.
"He, too, was stopped with ‘No!'
but went right on, finished, and as
lie sat down was rewarded with
‘Very well/
i Why/ whimpered 1, T recited
it •<—» ist as he did, and you said
c
u * Why didn't you say "Yes” and
stick to it? It is not enough to
know your lessen. You must know
that you know it. You have learn¬
ed nothing till you are sure. If all
the world says "No!” your business
is to say "Yes” and prove it. > a
DO YOU GET UP
WITH A LAME BACK ?
KMaej Trouble Makes Toa Miserable.
Almost everybody who reads the news¬
papers is sure to know of the wonderful
. J I cures made by Dr.
7 Kilmer’s Swamp-Root,
j the great kidney, liver
iS L | and It bladder is the great remedy. medi-
" L * HS cal triumph of the nine-
||jl 11 | l teenth covered century; after dls- of
* □Hi 1 years
(1 scientific research by
Dr. Kilmer, the emi-
' nent kidney and blad¬
der specialist, and is
wonderfully successful in promptly curing
lame back, kidney, bladder, uric acid trou¬
bles and Bright’s Disease, which is the worst
form of kidney trouble.
Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root is not rec¬
ommendedfor everything but if you have kid¬
ney, liver or bladder trouble it will be found
Just the remedy you need. It has been tested
in so many ways, in hospital work, in private
practice, among the helpless too poor to pur¬
chase relief and has proved so successful in
every case that a special arrangement hat
been made by which all readers of this paper
who have not already tried it, may have a
sample bottle sent free by mail, also a book
telling more about Swamp-Root and how to
find out if you have kidney or bladder trouble.
When writing mention reading this generous
offer In this paper and
send your address to
Dr. Kilmer & Co., Bing¬
hamton, N. Y. The
regular fifty cent and
dollar sizes are sold by all druggists.