Newspaper Page Text
The Magic Touch
OF
Hood’s Sarsaparilla
You smile at the idea,
a sufferer from
But if you are
Dyspepsia
And indigestion, try a bottle, and be
fore you fcave taken half a dozen
doses, you will think, and no doubt
exclaim “ That just hits it!” “ That
Hood’s
soothin;
Sarsa
parilla
ores
gently tones and strengthens the stom
ach and digestive organs, invigorates
the liver, creates a natural, healthy
desiro for food, gives refreshing sleep.
Hood’S Pills are prompt and efficient.
effect
magic
touch!” Hood’s
Sarsa pa r i 11a
c
CURRENT FACTS.
When the daguerreotype was a new
invention the face of the sitter for a
portrait was dusted with white pow
der.
Connecticut has 30,000 farms. The
tobacco product in 1880 was 14,000,-
000 pounds.
In almost every country the greater
number of divorces is granted at the
petition of the wife.
The East Indian shipworm will, in a
few months, destroy any vessel by
eating out the interior of the beams
and planks. They will be left a mere
shell that can be shattered by the list.
In Atlanta the police raided an old
shanty in which fifty negro men and
women had established a Morman
temple and were conducting a service
of the rankest blasphemy.
In Siam the first wife may bo divorc
ed, but cannot be sold, the other wives
may be both divorced and sold.
When suddenly frightened, lizards
will often drop their tails and scurry
away. The discarded member bounc
ing up and down, attracts the atten
tion of the enemy and enables an es
cape to be effected.
Hera Toleia was the principal guar
dian of Greek and llomau wives. Her
festival was held in the spring, and the
principal ceremony was that of array
ing her statue in bridal raiment and
crowning her altar with bridal flow
ers.
The United States has 4,564,641
separate farms, averaging 137 acres
each. Almost half the farms are said
to be mortgaged.
There is a market in Brooklyn for
tho purchase and slaughter of worn-
out horses.
New Yorkers are protesting against
confectioners selling brandy-drop can
dy to children. About 200 drops will
yield a teaspoonful of brandy.'
So great is the echo in one of the
rooms of the Pantheon that the strik
ing together of the palms of tho hands
is said to make a noise equal to tho
report of a twelve-pound cannon.
THE BLUEBIRD'S SONG.
If the swaying mountain harebell
Had its choice,
And could shatter the sweet sileue#
With a voice;
If a violet bud Its fragrant
Soul had found,
And would breathe the lovely secret
Forth in sound;
If the Bummer sky tho meaning
Of a rune
Wouhf unfold in one enchanting
Bit of tune;
If a poet his fleet fancies,
Sought in vain,
Would o'erfake in one compelling
Perfect strain;
If a lover his first ardor,
Hidden long,
Would express in one revealing
Tender song;
Flower and poet, sky and lover.
Well might capture
From a bluebird’s throat the melting
Tones ot rapture.
—Ella Gilbert Ives, in Lippincott.
The Lungs.
The human lungs contain six hun
dred millions of air cells (according to
one authority, a thousand millions),
the mission of these being to receive
the external air, combine its oxygen
with the blood, burning the waste and
poisonous matters, warm the body aud
throw out the ashes, the useless mat
ters, in the expired breath. They also
contain a lining membrane of a thous
and square foet of surface, these im
portant servants of tho human body
.laboring from the dawn of life till its
close. These lungs perform an amount
of labor of which wc can form no ade
quate idea, doing this as an important
means of purifying the blood, the whole
system. That they may perform this
labor well, keeping the body free from
disease, it is needful to furnish them
with an abundant supply of pure, fresh
air at all times, which cannot be done
if we live in unventilated rooms and
sleep with closed windows, breathing
impure air for most of the night.
Hidden Shoals Wreck Strong Ships.
The good bark health, with the brave mari
ner hope at the helm, is drifting on concealed
reefs if you are troubled with inactivity of
the kidneys. Shift your course by the aid of
Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters, which will pilot
you into the harbor in safety, and save you
from Bright’s disease, diabetes or dropsy.
The Bitters checks malaria, rheumatism,
dyspepsia and liver complaint.
J)r. Ktimer's Swamp-Root cures
all Kidney and Bladder troubles.
Pamphlet and Consultation free.
Laboratory Binghamton, N. Y.
Hull's Catarrh Cu
Is a Constitutional Cure. Price 75c.
Karl’s Clover Root, the great blood purifier,
f fives freshness and clearness to-Uiu complex-
on and cures constipation, ~5 cts., 50 cts., $L
Portable liny Presses
$G0.00. Address, for circulars, C. B. Curlce,
Kienzi, Miss.
i heavy enough to be drowned
THE STRAW-EIDE.
EX EBNEST A. YOUNG.
X HEY’KE a pack of
simpleton s—
that’s all I’ve got
to say about it!”
said Simon Gale.
He pressed the
tobacco down into
the bowl of his
pipe as he spoke. Then he opened
the door of the kitchen stove, dexter
ously transferred a live coal to the
pipe, and then leaned back to puff
contentedly, having saved the value of
a match.
“Young folks can’t be expected to
be jest as stiddy as old ones like ns,
Simon. If they think there’s more
comfort ridin’ over a frozen road in
an old hay-wagon with straw on the
bottom on’t to keep their feat from
freezin’, it ain’t for us to quarrel with
’em ’bout it.”
So reasoned Samantha Gale, who
was clattering the supper dishes at the
sink.
“It’s well ’nongli for the Jenks gals
and the young fellers up to Carter’s,”
admitted Simon, with a sniff. “But
1 thought M’rye had more sense than
to go with ’em. I should smiled to
see you go to a straw-ride when you
was goin’ on twenty-eight.”
“We’d been married nine year then,
Simon,” she reminded him.
“So M’rye would have been if sue
hadn’t sot her mind on havin’ William
Frj-e’s son. Pretty nigh ten years
since they had their failin’ out, ain’t
it, Samantha?”
“It’ll bo ten year Thanksgivin’-
time. ”
“And they haven’t spoke to one
’nother since, have they?”
“Not n word.”
“Jimmy Frye is contrary, jest like
his mother. And as for M’rye—”
“Hush, Simon! Here comes the
wagon, makin’ as much noise as a train
of cars. And here’s M’rye, all ready. ”
The door from the stairway had
softly opened, and a tall young woman,
muffled up in hood aud furs, and with
a heavy shawl on her arm, came into
the room.
With her graceful curves, softly-
rounded cheeks, with a dash of pink
in them, and a sweet dignity of bear
ing, Maria Gale was more beautiful,
perhaps, than she had ever been before
in her life.
“They are coming, mother,” she
said.
“Guess everybody this side of the
State line will hear ’em!” said her
father, with a twist of his shaven lips.
The rumble of the heavy wagon
could not, indeed, have bean mis
taken, and with a chatter of merry
voices and ripple of laughter, it was
plain that the occupauts of tho hay-
wagon felt little apprehension of
frozen feet or stinging ears.
The team drew up at the door with
a flourish.
“Halloo, house!” came from mascu
line voices.
And theD, from the Jenks girls:
“M’rye! All aboard for Wigsou’s!”
“Ho you think I’m silly to go? I’m
so much older than the others, ” Maria
faltered, as her lips touched her moth
er’s cheek.
“No, no, child; it’ll do you good;
the momentum gained in the descent
to help the team over the beginning
of the up grade which began at that
point.
The feat was successful, but it
caused the settees to give a bounce
and a slide toward the rear end of the
wagon, while a chorus of feminine
screams and masouline shouts of
warning to the reckless driver inter
rupted the chat and laughter which
had been going on.
There was a moment of desperate
clinging to seats and wagon rails, a
shouting to tha driver to stop, in the
midst of which confusion Lou Baxter
found tho sweet delight of a strong
hand to hold- her from falling out,
with Phil’s magnetic voice telling her
not to be afraid—whispering the as
surance unnecessarily close to her ear.
It took some .moments for the driver
to bring the horses down to a walk
however, and when they got the set
tees back into place, and the occn
pants had relaesed from scolding into
chatter and laughter again, Lou found
herself in the forward end of the
wagon, with Phil mumbling his happy
nothings at her side.
“And—joyous ingrate that she was
not a thought of Maria Gale entered
her mind until the team drew up with
a flourish in front of Wigson’s.
By this time the moon was high
e&eugh to shed transforming light
upon them. Joe Carter, with the shy,
boyish liking for a young woman many
years older than himself, looked around
for Maria, bent upon showing her how
easily he could lift her out.
But the wagon was quickly emptied,
and Joe blankly looked to find bow
Maria had given him the slip.
“Where’s M’rye?” he demanded of
Lou.
“Maria Gale?” she repeated,
aroused from her own pleasant
thoughts. "I’m sure I don’t know.
She must have jumped cut and gone
into the house ahead of us. You know
she was ot the rear end of the wagon.
And—that makes me think. I don’t
believe she suspected that he was
with us. It was so dark she couldn’t
have seen him, and I know she wasn’t
told of his intention to go.”
Joe shrugged his shoulders and
scowled.
“I s’ppose you mean Jimmy Frye?”
he asked.
‘ ‘Of course. Aud he sat right op
posite to. us when she got in. But he
was so muffled up and so glum that I’m
sure—”
“Don’t know what that signifies,”
snapped Joe.
And he abruptly turned his back
upon this young lady, who, with all
her own experience, had no thought
for the fierce flame of jealousy which
her suggestion roused in his boyish
heart.
He began his search for Maria Gale
then in earnest.
But not for her alone did ho in
quire—for it was quickly discovered
that James Frye, tha “old bachelor”
of the party, was also missing.
Great was the consternation when
there could be no longer any doubt a3
to the truth.
It was Lou Baxter who first put it
into words.
“They must have been jolted out of
the wagon when wo all came so near
being upset!” she cried.
Joe Carter, without saying so, had
reached this conclusion some time be
fore, and while the others were talk
ing of going back to see if the missing
ones were injured, he was striding
alone down the moonlit road, with his
young heart aglow with the resolution
to show Maria Gale that ho had been
the first to discover her mishap, and
the promptest to come to her relief.
“As for Jim Frye,” he muttered, ns
he strode along, “he is too mnch o£ a
mummy to appreciate any decent girl,
let alone such a real lady as M’rye
Gale!”
Joe suddenly slackened his pace;
then withdrew his sturdy form in
among the roadside shadows.
Up the road two forms were slowly
walking, very close together. The
low murmur of their voices sent a
seething flame to tho heart of Jos as
they draw uear—passed almost within
reach of his outstretched hand, with
the moonlight full upon them—and
then on up the hill and out of his
sight.
“It was them!” gasped Joe, as he
stoood for a moment gazing after
them in a tragic attitude.
“I thought I heard someoue holler-
“M’rye and Jimmy Frye have made
up. I reckoned she’d do better than
to adopt me A yon. ”
“James says that he was an obstinate
brute,” wore Maria’s words, with her
cheek against her mother's sympathetic
lips.
“And yet you have taken him back,
M.’rye ?”
“I told him that I was more in the
wrong than he—and I know it was so,
mother. So tell father not to blame
him any more.”
Simon Gale only sniffed in-
creduously when Samantha told him
what Maria had acknowledged.—•
Saturday Night.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Success treads on the heels of even
right effort.—Smiles.
Two stars keep not their motion it
one sphere.—Shakespeare.
Politeness costs little and yieldi
mnch.—Mme. de Lambert.
The way to speak with power is t(
speak honestly.—E. L. Magoon.
Live as though life were earnest,
and life will be so.—Owen Meredith.
Self-denial is indispensable to e
strong character.—Theodore Parker.
There is no sweeter repose than that
which is brought with labor.—Cham-
fort.
A man, like a watch, is to be valuer
for his manner of going.—William
Penn.
Health, which is the first consider
ation after all, for what is wealth with
out it?
A man finds himself seven years
older the day after his marriage. —
Bacon.
He who thinks his place below him
will certainly he below his place.—
Saviile.
The public mind is educated quickly
by events—slowly by arguments.—
Bryson.
Sow good services; sweet remem
brances will grow from them. —Mme.
de StaeL
Never mind where you work; lot
your care be for the work itself. —
Spnrgeon.
Vanity make3 us do more things,
against inclination than reason.—
Rochefoucauld.
What is taken from the fortune, al
so may haply be so much lifted from
the soul.—Bovee.
The truly valiant dare everything
except doing any other body an in
jury.—Sir P. Sidney.
The violence done ns by others is
often less painful than that which we
do to ourselves.—Rochefoucauld.
When we are out of sympathy with
the young, then I think our work in
this world is over. —G. Macdonald.
No soul is desolate as long as thore
is a human being for whom it can feel,
trust and reverence.—George Eliot.
To preach more than half an hour a
man should be au angel himself or
have angels for hearers. —Whitofield.
Wo take greater pains to persuade
others that wo are happy than in ou-
deavoring to be so ourselves.—Gold
smith.
There are nc greater wretches in the
world than many of those whom peo
ple in general take to be happy.—
“eneca.
BUDGET 0E FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCIIES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
Just So—An Interrogative Nuisance
—A Cold Doth Make Us AU
Akin—League Colors-
All Business, Etc.
A crimson rosebud into beauty breaking,
A band outstretched to pluck it ere it falis ;
An hour of triumph, and a sad forsaking.
And then a withered rose leaf—that is all.
An ancient tom cat on the back veranda,
A bootjack raised, a solemn caterwaul,
A moment’s silence and a quick departure,
And then a wasted bootjack—that is all.
—Philadelphia Life.
KNEW WHEK2 TO LOOK FOP. THE HEAT.
“From whom is that letter, Jennie?”
“It is from Mary.”
“Isthere anything important in it?"
“I don’t know, but I will look at
the postscript and see.”—New York
Press.
A SYNONYM FOR TROUBLE.
“It isn’t getting into trouble that’s
hard, ” said the philosophical young
man ; “it’s getting out of it.”
“Yes, ” replied Willie Wishington,
“I think of that evewy time I twv to
wepose in a hammock.”—Boston Jour
nal.
AN INTERROGATIVE NUISANCE.
Johnny—“Pop, may I ask von a
question in arithmetic?”
Happy Father (proud of his son’s
love for study)—“Certainly, my boy,
certainly. ”
Johnny—“How many times what
makes seven?”—Life.
A COLD DOTH MAKS US ALL AKIN.
Mrs. Mot-tor—“Didn’t Mrs. “Smith
say she’d never speak to yon again
after you scolded her Johnny?”
Mrs. Potter—“Yes; but she heard I
had a cold, so she couldn’t throw off
the temptation to run over and tell
me her cure.”—Truth,
LEAGUE COLORS.
“What are the colors of our team?”
asked the man who has not been to a
game.
“Grayish suits, red stockings and
yellow ball playing,” answered the
other man, who never misses a game.
—Indianapolis Journal.
ALL BUSINESS.
Helen—“Poor, dear George must
be devoting himself to business strict
ly.”
Florence—“What makes von tkiuk
so, dear?”
Helen—“Why, he only writes mo
twioe a day now.”—Chicago Tribune.
A POSSIBLE CONDITION.
Maud—“Frank Plutus has proposed
to Carrie, bnt she says ho has more
money than brains.”
Edith- -“Carrie doesn’t seem to con
sider that if he had more brains than
money it is not likely that he would
ever have proposed to her. ’’—Boston
Transcript.
you’re alius so sober-like. And be
sides, they’ll need somebody older | ing for us to stop, when we was all
KNOWLEDGE
Brings comfort and improvement and
tends to personal enjoyment when
rightly used. The many, who live bet
ter rnan others and enjoy life more, with
less expenditure, by more promptly
adapting the world’s best products to
the needs of physical being, will attest
the value to health of the”pure liquid
laxative principles embraced in -the
remedy, Syrup of Figs.
Its excellence is due to its presenting
in the form most acceptable and pleas
ant to the taste, the refreshing and truly
beneficial projjerties of a perfect lax
ative ; effectually cleansing the system,
dispelling eclds, headaches and fevers
and permanently curing constipation.
It has given satisfaction to millions and
met with the approval of the medical
profession, because it acts on the Kid
neys,’Liver and Bowels without weak
ening them and it is perfectly free from
every objectionable substance.
Syrup of Figs is for sale by all drug
gists in 50c and $1 bottles, but it is man
ufactured by the California Fig Syrup
Co. only, whose name is printed on every
package, also the, name, Syrup of Figs,
and being well informed, vbu will not
gecep any substitute ii cfieiod.
and stiddier to balance their giddy
heads.”
“I so like to go to tho Wigson
hou3e, with its great fireplaces and it3
homelike nooks. ”
“Y'es, child, and they’re cheerfuller
than we be, and they’ve read more
and have more to talk about. Go
along, M’rye, and be sure and not git
cold. Got my heavy shawl, have ye?”
“Yes, mother, and I promise to be
careful. ”
She went out into the keen Novem
ber air and up into the big wagon,
with its scittees set lengthwise, with
barely room upon one of them for
Maria to sit. Joe Carter, a stripling
of seventeen, lifted her into the cart.
With her feet buried in the mass of
straw on the floor, and with a Jenks
girl upon one side and Lon Baxter on
the other, there seemed little danger
of suffering from either cold or en
nui.
“I’m glad the wagon makes lots of
noise;” Lou confided to her, as they
went clattering away down the road.
“For there’s something I’m just dy
ing to say to you, and nobody can
hear any more than if we were all soul
alone. You know I always tell you
everything, Maria.”
“It is about Phil Marston, of course,
and yonr voice aud shining eyes tell
me that it i3 something good this
time; don’t deny it, you rogue!”
A little tremor of delight shot
through the petite form of Lou Bax
ter.
“Yes, Maria, it is really so. He
spoke to me this very night, aud he
has loved me all along, and he has
never cared for Alma Gray. Oh, I am
so happy! Bnt poor Almq, when she
comes to know—”
“Perhaps Alma won’t care, Lon.
You mustn’t think that Phil has the
power of making everybody so miser
able as he could you,” said Maria, with
her sweet smile.
And so she listened to the raptuous
confidences of Lou Baxter, seeming to
enter into the joy of her fresh young
heart, though there was a faint mem
ory of pain at her own.
Down a long hill flew the heavily-
freighted wagon. Three powerful
horses made up the team, and Joe C-rr-
ter's twin brother, Jerry, was driving.
He was said to be a famous lad to
handle horses, and by the rate they
were going some of the older members
of the party judged that he was yield
ing to the youthful propensity for
“showing off.”
The moon was “in the full,” and
had not yet risen high enough above
the horizon to afford much light upon
the road. There were few houses and
many trees; and at the foot of the
lea* bill the driver w*de tbs oi
jumbled up in the wagon there at the
foot of the hill,” he added. “And it
was him calling to us, aud she was
there, too! "Why didn’t I jump out
aud go back? If I only wasn’t so
thick-headed! ”
While poor Joe was thus lashing
himself into a jealous fury, Jimmy
Frye, with Maria upon his arm, met
Philip Marston and Lou Baxter on the
porch at Wigson’s.
They were just starting out to find
the missing ones, and a horse and
buggy had been brought to the door
to expedite the search.
“It- i3 such a joke—that is, if you
are unhurt ?” Lou exclaimed, with one
of Maria’s hands between both her
own.
“I was a little stunned for a mo
ment,” she explained, as Jimmy and
Phil left them together, and they
lingered in the hall where the tall old
clock, was solemnly ticking.
“But Jimmy—was he stunned,
too?”
“Oh, no; for yon Eee he wasn’t
thrown out at all. He saw me fall
and jumped to save me, for there he
was sitting right opposite us all the
time while you and I were talking.”
“Perhaps I didn’t know,” said Lou,
her bright eyes looking into those of
her friend.
Something like happy tears were
glistening in the eyes which had been
sweet and grave for so mauy years.
“I almost knew,” Lou hurriedly
uttered, “that if yon could only be
brought together again, that the ice
would bo broken, and that yonr fool
ish pride and his would give way.
Maria, dear, it is so, isn’t it? You
have made up with each other—yon
and that obstinate Jimmy Frye —
haven’t you?”
“Yes, you silly child. Now hush 1”
was the soft answer.
The moon rode high in the heavens
as the big wagon and its load went
back over tho hilly road. The air was
stinging cold, and shawls and mufflers
were wrapped dose about chins and
ears, while aching feet shuffled about
amongst the straw on tho floor of the
wagon.
Sioux Etiquette in Frying-Pans.
“There is a very peculiar custom
among tho Sioux Indians, ” Baid Eman
uel French, of Bismarck, North Da
kota, who was at the Lindell yester
day. “The Indians take kindly to
European cooking utensils and aids tc
comfort, and it is quite common foi
an exploring or piemo party to trade
off kettles, frying-pans and the like
for skins or curiosities. A cooking
utensil thus acquired becomes practi
cally the common property of the
ti ibe, on the general understanding,
however, that whoever borrows Tt
shall pay for its use by leaving in it a
portion of the food cooked. As the
Indians seldom waste any timo in
washing or cleaning eating or cooking
vessels, this practice has some con
veniences from a red man’s point- of
view, and often a saucepan is returned
with quite large quantity of meat or
potatoes clinging to the bottom, and
perhaps covering up some of the re
mains of a preceding and entirely dif
ferent preparation. It is not long
since that an exploring party I was out
with lost its kettle, which had evi
dently jolted out of the wagon on the
bad road. After considerable hesita
tion one was borrowed from a friendly
squaw, and, after water had been
boiled in it three or four time, and it
had been well scoured out with sand,
it answerer] its purpose admirably.
When we were through with the ket
tle we thoroughly cleaned it and re
turned it, and it was not until an In
dian guide explained the custom that
we understood the look of supreme
contempt which came over the red
lady’s face when, on looking into the
inside of the kettle, she saw that it
contained no relic whatever of our
evening feast.”—St. Louis Globe-
Democrat.
How the Book Was Named.
Here is a story which F. Marion
Crawford has been telling in Washing
ton, and it is interesting enough to be
true: Like every other man of prom
inence whose name is familiar to the
reading public, Mr. Crawford is fre
quently asked for his autograph. With
these requests he invariably complies.
Last autumn, when his new story had
been carefully thought out and the
work was fairly under way, he received
a letter from two of the girl students
at Wellesley College containing a re
quest for his signature. One of the
letters was signed Katharine Lauder
dale. To this aud the accompanying
letter a prompt reply was given. But
tho name haunted him. “Katharine
Lauderdale!” It suggested refine
ment, .cultivation, good looks, ro
mance. It was just the name for tho
novel he was writing. He sent “Miss
Lauderdale” another letter. Would
she permit him to call his story
“Katharine Lauderdale?” By return
cams an impersonal reply. The young
lady had no objection, and the book
which is now attracting the attention
of the reading public was so chris’
tened.—Detroit Free Press.
PULVERIZING.
Teacher—“Pulverized sugar is so
called because it is powdered. Do you
understand?”
Littlo Girl—“Yes’m.”
Teacher—* ‘Now construct a sentence
with tho word ‘pulverize’ in it. ”
Little Girl—“You pulverize your
faco 1”—Good News.
[ kept hinting every night I went there
that I was staying too late; bnt I never
took the hint; girls have a way of shy
ing at a chap in that style; they read
about it in the papers; last night 1
made up my mind to nail her to the
mast; talked right along for I don’t
know how long; girl yawned two or
three times, but I never let up; finally
I got where I thought was the place
to make the break, and was just on the
point of asking her when the clock
began to strike; I counted up to twelve
and had no idea it was so late; clock
kept on striking and I kind of gagged
and had to stop for it; it didn’t stop,
though; girl began to snigger; clock
kept right on ; then I began to get
warm; when the old clock had strnck
sixty-seven it laid down and quit; then
before I had a chance to get my sec
ond wind, the old man sung ont from
the head of the stairs: ‘Say, Lizzie,
if that fallow is going to remain much
longer after the clock has struck sixty-
seven, he won’t get home till some
time next week, will-he?’ and I got up
and left. Now, what do you think of
that, mother ?” and the mothar got the
camphor bottle and gave it to her boy.
—Detroit Free Press.
FATE OF A PUBLIC SPIRITED MAN.
The man who delights to impart his
knowledge to strangers was riding in
a street car the other day, and directly
opposite to him sat a young fellow
plenteously endowed with ears.
The knowledgeous man surveyed the
other with deep interest for a while,
and at last managed to catch his eye,
when he said:
“I saw something in the paper the
other day which would interest yon. ”
“Were yon speaking to me?” asked
the young fellow.
“Yes,” was the reply, as the speaker
leaned across the aisle to get nearer to
the man he was taking to. “I was say
ing that I saw something in the paper
the other day which ought to be inter
esting to you, and which really ought
to reconcile yon to your lot in life.”
“What on earth do you mean?”
By this time the attention of every
one was directed to the conversation,
and tqe answer was perfectly audible
all over the car.
“Well, the paper said that large ears
were a sign of generosity, and I —”
‘ ‘It did, did it?” said the young man,
ns he rose and seized the knowledgeous
man by the nose. “Much obliged for
the information.”
The man with the ears kept hold of
the other’s nose as he led him to the
platform, and then, with a deft kick,
propelled him into the street.
As the latter picked himself out of
the dust, he said to himself:
“It isn’t any use trying to benefit
people. If yon happen to get hold of
a particularly consoling fact, the peo
ple to whom it would do the most good
don’t seem to want to hear it. Such
is life. ”—Harper’s Bazar.
The Royal Baking Powder is in
dispensable to progress in cookery
and to the comfort and conve
nience of modern housekeeping.
Royal Baking Powder makes hot
bread wholesome. Perfectly leav
ens without fermentation. Qual
ities that are peculiar to it alone.
ROYAL BAKING POWDER CO., 10S WALL ST., NEW-YORK.
ENLIVENING BUSINESS.
First Boy—“Why did you throw
that dead cat into that yard for ?”
Second Boy—“Don’t say a word.
They’ll think the next door neighbors
threw it in.”
“S’pose they do?”
“My pop’s a lawyer, and I want a
bicycle.”—Good Nows.
A Simple Idea Patented.
Some of the very simplest ideas are
those which remain overlooked for the
greatest time. The orthodox lantern,
There was much chatter and some for example, is useful only so far as
laughter, bnt on the whole the home
ward ride, for various causes was
quieter than it had been when they
were going toward Wigson’s.
Jerry Carter did not attempt any
new exploits with the team.
Joe Carter, w th his face like a
thunder-cloud, did not break the si
lence all the way. When the crowd
had all been distributed among the
straggling houses, and Joe and his
brother were driving the team to the
stable, Jerry leered into the faoe of
femvr, and said)
its power of throwing light ahead is
concerned; the ground underneath it
is in obscurity. The removal of the
oil tank to the rear of the lamp, and
substitution of glass for metal In the
bottom have been made the subject of
a patent recently, and, simple os the
idea is, it will probably bring grist tc
the mill of the patentee.—New Yor!
Dispatch.
The most valuable scavengers about
the streets and iu the sewers of a large
oity m* tie
A BEAL UNCIVIL SUIT.
“So yon were in the courtroom?”
said the hostess to the guest.
“Yes, I was; aud I never shall for-
git it to my dying day.”
“There was a civil suit in progress,
I believe?”
“Indeed it wasn’t. You jist should
hev heard how them lawyers talked to
tha witnesses!”—New York Mercury.
HOW TO FOIL HIM.
“How in the world, ” asked a Har
lem lady of a neighbor, “can I pre
vent my boy from stealing sugar out
of the sugar bowl and swigging milk
out of the milk pitcher?”
“I know how you can stop him,”
was tho reply.
“How?”
“By simply putting the milk in tho
sugar bowi and the sugar in the milk
pitcher. ”—Texas Siftings.
AND THE FACTS WERE PRESENTED.
“As to the measure in which wo
hope to have the co-operation of the
City Council,” said the agent and pro
moter of the scheme, “there are some
facts which I should like to present to
yon”—
The Alderman from the ’Steenth
Ward hastily led the way to a private
room.
“Well,” he said, “I am ready for
whatevor—h’m—facts yon may have
to offer.”—Chicago Tribune,
A GOOD SEASON FOR IT.
“I just detest that Mr. Bloomfield,”
said Miss Bellevno to her particular
iriond.
“Why?”
“I overheard Mr. Hiland telling him
I was to be married soon, and what do
you suppose the wretch replied?”
“I suppose he said he envied the
bridegroom-elect!”
“Indeed he didn’t say anything of
the kind.” /
“What did he say?”
“He said, ‘Who is tha victim?’ ”—
Pittsburg Chronicle Telegraph,
FRATERNITY.
The moon was just rising from a
bank of dense clouds as the burglar
reached through the hole he had made
in the back door and raised the latch.
He had scarcely crossed the threshold
when he started violently. “Aha!”
ha muttered. It—was not so much his
words as his manner. For an instant
his eyes rested hungrily upon the glit
tering silverware. Then his glance
wandered to the plumbers' tools that
were scattered about the floor. “No,”
he muttered; * ‘this is another man’s
job and I won’t take the bread ont of
his month.” Betracing his steps he
was soon lost to view.—Detroit Tri
bune.
A PUT UP JOB.
“Girls,” he said dejectedly, as he
sat with his head resting on his hand,
“girls make me weary.”
“What’s the matter now?” inqnired
his mother.
“Well,” he went on spasmodically,
“I went to see that Linwood girl last
night; she’s been holding me off for a
fto&tij j wasted me to pop, I’m sure j
Chemistry to Regenerate the Warid.
In a recentaddress before the manu
facturing chemists of Paris, M. Berthe-
let indulged in some extraordinary
dreams of what chemistry is to do for
this world of ours. He said that by
utilizing the central heat of the earth,
which earn readily be procured by
means of shafts sunk to the depth of
3000 or 4000 metres—which modern en
gineering can dig with little trouble—
from these water will be obtained hoi
enough to keep all possible machinery
going at tho smallest expense, and il
would be au unfailing source of me
chanical and electrical energy. With
such a source of heat all chemical
transformation would be easy. The
production of alimentary matter will
be one consequence. This production
is resolved in principle, and has been
for forty years, by tha syntheses of
grease and oils. That of hydrates of
carbon is going on, and that of nitro
genous substances is not far off. When
energy eau be obtained thus cheaply,
food can be made from carbon taken
from carbonic acid, hydrogen taken
from water, and nitrogen from the air.
What work the vegetables ha'-e so far
done science will soon be able to do
better, with far greater profusion and
independently of seasons or evil
microbes or insects. There will be
then no passion to own land, beasts
need not be bred for slaughter, man
will be milder and more moral, and
barren regions may become preferable
to fertile as habitable places, because
they will not be pestiferous from ages
of maturing. The reign of chemistry
will beautify the planet. There will,
under it, be no need to disfigure it
with the geometrical works of the
agriculturist, or with the grime of
factories and chimneys. It will re
cover its verdure aud flora. The earth
will be a vast pleasure garden and the
human race will live in peace and
plenty.—New Orleans Picayune.
Alligators and Their Dags.
“There is a generally believed theory
in regard to alligators’ nests,” said T.
E. Simpson, of Ocala, Fla., “which is
entirely erroneous. The popular idea
is that the mother alligator never goes
out of sight of her eggs, and th3t if
any one disturbs the nest his life in
surance policy is worth par in a very
few minutes. I was not an alligator
expert wheu I went down on Indian
River for tho first time aud was ignor
ant of the dire consequenco of touch
ing alligators when they were still
bottled up in a shell in a liqu-d state.
Seeing a nest and three eggs on the
bank of the river, I captured them,
without seeing any maternal saurian,
and took them home with me. Here
I put the eggs under a stove, and in
the course of a few days they hatched
out. The reptiles first broke through
tho sides of the shell, which remained
fastened to them by umbilical cords,
and did not free themselves from their
late places of residence for several
d&vs. They were fierce from the mo
ment of birth, and would strike at any
one who approached them. Running
around with the egg still attached to
them their mouths wide open, they
presented a strange spectacle. Since
then I have robbed several nests when
the parent alligator was ont calling
upon the neighbors, and I have never
yet caught a glimpse of any enraged
saurian hastening to avenge the ab
duction of her embryo offspring. The
nests are not found very frequently,
but when they are and there are no
re; ti:33 in sight they can be robbed
with perfect safety to the robber.”—
St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
A New Summer Drink.
An English dairy paper tells of a
new use for skim milk. After the milk
has been creamed by the centrifuge,
the skim milk is Bterilized by heating
to destroy all bacteria or germs of fer
ment, or other possible means of in
jury to its keeping. The milk is then
charged with pure carbonic acid gas
at a high pressure, and placed in sy
phon bottles, from which it can be
drawn at any time. The milk so treat
ed, it is claimed, will remain sweet in
definitely. Tho medical profession
have taken hold of the carbonated
milk and are prescribing it for per
sons who have not been able to digest
whole milk. It is said to be very val
uable and most easily digested.
Now, if the scientists will furnish
some cheap and simple means by which
the farmer can charge the milk with
carbonic acid gas, this discovery may
be made valuable. Milk as an article
of human diet is not used to the extent
it should be, and if some one would
compile a milk cook-book showing the
various ways in which milk may be
made up into nutritions and appetiz
ing dishes, it would have a great econ
omic value. — Western Plowman.
Our Original Troy Pound.
In 1S28, when Adams was president
of the United States, congress author
ized or appointed a commission “to
bring to this country a troy pound ad
justed to the British standard.” When
the commission returned the president
received the package and broke tlu
seal in the presence of the distinguish
ed men of America. This original
weight standard is now in the mint at
Philadelphia, and is not regarded aj
being of ideal accuracy by any moans.
It is made of a very poor quality of
brass, is rough in texture and hollow.
According to a law now in force, each
state is entitled to a copy or duplicate
of this standard.
It is the time of year to remind out
readers that oats are good for man as
well as for beast. Put a handful of
oat meal in tho water you drink nnd
even if it is ice cold you can drink it
with impunity and get vigor aud
strength besides.
Boys and Their Mothers.
Some one has written beautifully to
the boys in the following manner;
here is the whole sermon in a few sen
tences: “Of all love affairs in tho
world, none can surpass the true love
of the big boy for his mother. It is a
pure love, noble and honorable in the
highest degree to both. I do not mean
merely a dutiful affection. I mean a
love which makes a boy gallant and
courteous to his mother, saying to
everybody plainly that he is fairly in
love with her. Next to the love of a
husband, nothing so crowns a woman’s
life with honor as this second love, this
devotion of son to her. And I never
knew a boy to ‘turn out’ bad who be
gan by falling in love with his mother.
Any man may fall in love with a fresh
faced girl, and the man who is gallant
with the girl may cruelly neglect the
worn and weary wife. But the boy
who is lover to his mother, iu her
middle age, is a true knight who will
love his wife as much in the sear-leaved
autumn as he did in the dasied spring
time. ”—Ex.
IT GIVES WARNING
that there’s trouble ahead
—if you’re getting thin.
It shows that your blood
is impoverished, and your
organs deranged, so that
whatever you eat fails to
properly nourish you.
And just as long os you
remain in this condition,
Consumption, Pneumonia,
and other Scrofulous and
dangerous diseases are
likely to fasten npon you.
You should build your
self up with Dr. Pierce*3
Golden Medical Discovery.
Purify and enrich the
blood, rouse every organ into natural ac
tion, and build up healthy, wholesomo,
necessary flesh. Ocsan Port, N. J.
Dr. R. V. Pierce: Dear Sir—We havo used
your “G.M.D.” in our family and find nothing:
else to equal it. One of our children had tho
pneumonia, and one lung: become consoli
dated, but bj r the use of the “Discovery” she
has entirely recovered, and is now in good
health.
Steelyard.
The last syllable of “steelyard” does
not signify a measure, but owes its or
igin to the “yard,”or court, in London
where traders sold their steel, and which
was regulated by the “Merchants of the
Steelyard.” In this yard, or court,
there would stand some kind of balance
for weighing the metal, and this mean
ing soon supplanted the original word.
Useless.
Wife (angrily) —Yes; before you mar
ried me, you confessed you loved me!
Husband—Yes; and I had nothing
taken off my sentence for doing so,
either.—Puck.
♦♦♦♦»»♦♦♦♦»♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦
♦ McELREES’ |
♦WINE OF CARDUI.J
♦ —~ '*■
♦
“Cage Blindness.”
“Cage blindness” is the Western
v.ms for a peculiar affliction to which
Montana miners are suojeet. After
working in deep mines for a good
many years some miners, when they
come to the top to work, imagine
they see the basket suspended in the
shaft ready to lower them down to
the bottom. The illusion is so abso
lutely perfect that the poor, deluded
man, if alone, is sure to try to step
into the basket and he shoots through
the shaft tc an awful death.—Chicago
Herald.
Great Britain consumes
000 oysters every year,
,000,000,--
Thomas Edison thinks a great deal
of time is wasted in sleep. That may
be trne, bnt while a person is asleep
he is harmless; something that cannot
always be said while he is awake.
Southern Recipes. I’
“The Cream of Cook Books’* contacts the
best recipes of tlio old books, and man; Inever
before in print. I
“The New South Cook Book” is beautifully
bound, and will be sent to any addresfc. upon
the receipt of ten cents in postage. \
B. W. Wrenn, G./\ A.
E. T., V. & G. R- R-, KnoxvilR.^Tenn.
Herein the South! *
One can get Engravings equal to anything
done in the North, and at a much cfeaper
rate. Whenever you want any kind of ut to
illu-trate patents, books, plans, catalogues,
letter heads, etc., why, don’t send up i lorth,
but keep the money in the South. W hpfe can
you get it? Why right in Atlanta, U I All
you have to do is to write to the Atlarbl En
graving Co., at 8 S. Broad St., and thl P will
lurnish you with all information. TJieiifHalf-
tone Engravings are equal to Photographs.
: For Female Diseases. |
♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦€-♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦«
LIVER
PILLS
-AND
e^TbNxc Pellets.
and Biliousness.
At all stores, or by mail 25c. double box; 5 double h .xo i
$1.00. BROWN .HF’(i t o.. New York ( iiv.
Buyers of Machinery, Attention!
Deal directly with manufacturers and
write us for prices.
ENGINES, BOILERS, SAW MILLS,
Grist Millls, Cane 31 ills, Cotton
Gins and Presses,
And anything wanted in the machinery lint*.
SCHOFIELD’S IKON WOIlKS,.lInron.Gn.
A Guaranteed Cure
The Opium Habit.
We guarantee to cure the opium disease in
any form in fifteen days, or no pay for board,
treatment or attention. Sanitarium at Salt
Springs,near Austell.Ga. Correspondence con
fidential. Address, Drs. Nkl.iis’ Guarantee
Opium Cure Co., or Lock Box 3. Austell* Ga.
For Bowel Troubles
Royal Gtermetueir,
IT IS SAFEST AND BEST. \
Medals awarded us
F e nee
awarded us on nnr
BRAVES
THE PROGRESS^*®
SELF-TRAM PI KG
COTTON PRESS.
Hlrongr, durable A
For Engines, Boilers, Saw
Mills and Machinery, all
kinds, write MALLARY
BROS. & CO., Macon, Ga.
PRESS EXCHANGE, Bridtrrport. Conn
. . lltlon. time, board and c«i-
J J fare. Bookkeeping, Shorthand and
IfV. Telegraphy taught. Car-fare returned.
in tima Sold by druggists.
laESsESI
Twenty-five, ’01.
Diamond Cycles {
“"IE THE BEST MADE. I
| AI.I. THE LATEST IMPROVEMENTS. A
.. HIGH GRADE IN EVERY UESI’ECT. f
THE TOURJfcT’S FAVORITE. A
—
Send for onr Special Marjrnin IJi
We have sot Just what yon w.int. j
CATALOG GTS HttfcE TO
HICK GRADE BICYCLE FOR $*3.75 *
are cloun; out at the above low price. A r
gain. They are full size gents' wheels, ball b<
guarantee express charges, an l we will ship C.
desired. Apply to our agents or direct
our si or ting good
why: \
THE WONDER *
OF THE ACE. J
CALL, AND SEE IT. \
of sec.nd-band and shop-worn Wheels.
lan>P«- .....uv, , 0 r K . HiuBiniiei, urn
drod pass catalogue, containing all kinds or sp-: lag Goods and hundreds ot other articles.
131 Bread St. and 14T Waal
ring wid fitted with pneumatic tires. Send .
D. $33.75, with the privilege of examination,
INE IS UNEXCELLED. f
money for large illustrated four bun-
vheels T
ch we A
a bar- y
1 $5 to A
Ion, if y
JOHN P. LOVi LL ARMS CQ e ,
A fit m n A lit VKr.nl =1- L
ngjun St.,