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BE OF GOOD CHEER.
There never was a day so long
It did not have an end;
There never was a man so poor
He did not have a friend;
And when the long day finds an end
It brings the time of rest.
And he who has one steadfast friend
Should count himself as blest.
There never was a cloud that hid
The sunlight all from sight;
There never was a life so sad
It had not some delight.
Perchance for us the sun at last
May break the dark cloud through,
And life mhy hold a happiness
Thttt never yet it knew.
So let’s not be discouraged, friend,
When the shadows cross our way.
Of trust and hope I’ve some to lend;
So borrow from me, pray.
Good friends are we, therefore not poor,
Though worldly wealth we lack
Behold, the sUU shihes forth at last,
And drives the dark clouds back!
—Men E. Rex-ford, in the Ledger.
MARK, THE CHORE BOY.
’ '‘Please, mu am, will you give me
something to eat? I hain't eat nothing
but green apples an’ wild onions, since
day before yesterday, an’ oh, ma'am, I’m
so hungry.”
The speaker was a ragged, dirty, un
kept lad, of perhaps twelve years of age,
who stood at the kitchen door of Josiah
Green's farmhouse, oue sultry afternoon
in July, and looked up into Mrs. Green’s
face with eager, famished eyes.
“Wheredid you come from, and what’s
your name?” asked the housewife, viewing
him with suspicious, though not unkindly
•eyes,, and speaking in a motherly voice.
‘‘l’m from the city,” said the boy.
“I’ve been a bootblack there, and a news
boy, and an errand-boy, and, do my very
best, could hardly keep from starving.
There’s a dozen boys for every job, and
some of ’em are worse off than I am, for
lam all alone in the world. One day a
fine gentleman, wot was having a shine,
told me that he used to live on a farm
when a boy, and that, if 1 would go into
the country, 1 could get a job at doing
chores for my board, and have all the
milk I could drink, and go to school in
the winter, and perhaps grow up and be
President.”
The kind-hearted Mrs. Green laughed
ns she invited the lad into the house, and
said that for once, at least, he should
h*Ve all the milk he could drink. She
was better than her word, for she not
only brought him milk, but sweet home
made bread, the like of which he had
never tasted before, and doughnuts, and
to crown all, a mammoth piece of dried
apple pie, and a goodly slice of cheese.
Placing a chair at the table, she said.
“Now, my little man, eat your fill.
Mr. Greeu and my son,who is about your
age, will soon be home from the village,
where they have gone for the mail, and
then We will see what more can be done
f<M you.”
The motherly heart of Sirs. Green w T as
evidently stirred with sympathy for the
poor little orphan, for she softly mur
mured to herself: “Myboy Arthur’s age,
and aloue in the w'orld. Poor little
lad.”
“You asked me my name, ma'am, and
I forgot to tell you,” said the lad, his
mouth full of pie. “It’s Mark Bloomer.
The boys called me ‘Bloom’ for short.
I— l But before Mark could complete
another sentence, Mr. Green drove up to
the door, the horse was halted, with a
loud “whoa,” and Mrs. Green was soon
busily engaged in unloading sundry
packages of groceries, for which her hus
band had bartered butter and eggs at the
combine village store and postoffice. She
was assisted by her son Arthur, who was
so greatly astonished at the unexpected
sight of Mark Bloomer, that he dropped
‘a paper bag he was carrying, which,
bursting open, permitted the milk crack
ers it contained to roll like so many small
wheels in every direction. Mark and
Arthur both sprang to pick them up, and
in doing so bumped their heads together.
Neither was hurt, and it proved to be the
best introduction they could have had,
for they both laughed very heartily; and
when two boys laugh over the same
thing it usually ends in their becoming
friends. The two boys had just finished
picking up the crackers, when Farmer
Green entered the kitchen.
“Hello, mother!” he shouted, in his
rough but kindly voice. “Where did
you find this ’ere youngster?”
“O he happened along,” laughed Mrs.
Green. “He is from the city, and he is
looking for a place to do chores for his
board, and in the winter, go to school.”
‘‘o father, let him lire with us. O
do keep him, father; I do so want some
one to play with.”
“I don’t believe ’twould be a very
profitable speculation to hire a boy just
to play. Doing chore ain't play.”
“But we would ‘make believe’ it was,”
urged Arthur. “Please, father, let him
stay.”
“tVell see about that. Come here,
youngster,” said the farmer to Mark,
who during the foregoing short dialogue
had remained perfectly silent, hoping
against hope that Arthur would prevail
upon his father to permit him to stay.
Mark at once stepped up to Mr. Green.
“You’re an honestlooking lad enough,
though you are ragged and dirty. And
so you want to do chores for your board,
eh? What do you know about farm
work?”
“Not anything,” said Mark, “I’ve al
ways lived in the city. But I know I
conld learn. I will do mv very best, sir,
if you will take me.”
“Well, well, we’ll see about it in the
morning. In the mean time you had
better go down to the creek, and take a
bath. I s’pose we’ll have to keep you
over night anyway, and them feet and
hands of yours ain't just the things to
put betwen clean white sheets. Arthur
may go with you and show you the
‘swimming-hole,’ but don’t stay in the
water long, and be sure and put up the
bars, so that the cows won’t get into
the meadow,” shouted the farmer after j
them as they started for Oaks Creek, a
stream flowing through Mr. Green’s
farm.
As soon as the boys had disappeared,
the farmer turned to his wife, and said:
“Well, Polly, what do you think?
Had we better keep this young tramp,
or not? I really need a boy to help do
the chores; Arthur isn’t at all strong, as
yofi remind me twenty times a day. If I
thought the lad would be of any earthly
Use to me, I’d try him for a month.”
“He seems an honest, bright lad,”
said Mrs. Green, “and, besides, he’s just
Arthur’s age. Let’s give him a trial.”
The fact of his being “just Arthur’s
age ’ seemed to be his strongest recom
mendation in the eyes of the loving
mother. Arthur- was a sickly though
merry lad, and the “chores” that natur
ally fall to the lot of boys of his age on
all farms had, in great part, been done
by his father; the doing which kept the
latter from his other duties to such an
extent that he was continually behind
with his work.
In the course of half an hour, Arthur
and Mark returned from the creek, the
latter looking very clean and rosy, and
the former vei y blue.
‘•We have concluded, Mark,” said the
farmer, slowly, “to give you a month’s
trial.”
“Hurrah, hurrah,” shouted Arthur,
throwing his cap in the air. “Ain’t
that jolly. Now I shall have some one
to play with.”
“I shall expect you,” continued the
farmer when Arthur’s enthusiasm had
somewhat abated, “to help milk, feed
the pigs and hens, water the horses,
bring in the wood and water, and do
such other light work as I may call upon
you to do. If at the end of the month
we are mutually satisfied with each other,
wo will make a bargain for a longer
period.”
That night, for the first time in his
life, Mark Bloomer, slept ou a feather
bed, between snow-white sheets. The
next morning he was up at daybreak,
and had the fire made, and the tea kettle
singing right merrily, before Mrs. Green
made her appearance. In a short
time the farmer came into the kitchen
with two large tin milk-pails, one of
which he handed Mark with the remark:
“Now, my lad, come out to the barn
with me, and I will give you your first
lesson in mi iking.” Mark was rather
awkward at first, but soon learned to
milk as well as the farmer himself.’
In fact, he did so well, and so endeared
himself to the whole Green household,
especially Arthur, that, at the end of the
trial month, they were not only willing,
but anxious to have him stay through the
fall and winter, and do chores for his
board and schooling.
“All work and no play makes Jack a
dull boy.” Farmer Green, being a sensible
man, recognizad the truth of this old
saying, and gave’Mark one day each week,
“all to himself.” Instead, however, of
its being all to himself, it was all for
Arthur; for he gave up the entire day to
the amusement of the latter, making for
him kites, balls, bows and arrows, traps,
etc. In fact he worked harder on his
play days than at any other time. Arthur
was constantly singing his praises; he
could out-run, out-swim, out-skate any
boy round. At school he fairly astonished
the teacher by the rapid progress he made.
At Farmer Green’s everything about the
barn and sheds was in order; every tool
had a place of its own, and was kept in
its place: the cows were sleek; the horses
shone like glass bottles; the woodshed
was piled full of wood, and the wood-box
and water pails were never empty.
“I don’t know what I should do with
out him,” said the well-satisfied farmer.
“He’s worth his weight in gold.”
Things went along thus pleasantly un
til the holiday vacation. The day but
one before Christmas, Mr. Green handed
a sealed envelope to Mark, saying: “I
want you to take this to Mr. Perry. He
lives over on the Cherry Valley road,
you know. I’d let you have one of the
horses, but I’ve got to go to the village
for that load of feed. You'd better put
the letter in your inside coat pocket, for
there’s money in it. It’s the pay for
that yearling I bought. I didn’t agree to
pay for it till the first of March, but
Perry's just heard that his daughter in
Ohio is very sick, and is going to see
her; consequently, he wants the money
for car fare.”
Mark placed the letter in his inside
pocket, as directed, and started on his
errand, whistling n merry tune. The
farmer went to the village, got his load
of feed, and returned home and unloaded
it.
“Seems to me it's about time Mark
got back. It’s almost chore time,” said
Mr. Green to his wife.
“O, maybe he has met some of his
schoolmates on the road, and is having a
play-spell. Boys will be boys,you know,"
said the kindhearted Mrs. Green.
At five o’clock Mark had not made his
appearance, and the farmer went out to
milk alone. “ ’Tain't like him to dilly
dally when on an errand;” he muttered
to himself, as he took down his milking
stool. “I hope he hasn't run away with
that money. He’s been a good boy since
being here, but what do I know about
his past record? I do hope he hasn’t
run away. Not that I rare so much for
the money, but I had learned to like the
boy.”
The chores done, the Green family sat
down to supper. All were silent until
the farmer said:
“That boy had twenty dollars in an
envelope in his inside pocket, and there
can’t be any doubt but that he's run
away with it. I’d give another twenty
dollars, cheerfully,if I could think other
wise. ”
“Mark is honest, father,” said Arthur.
“He’ll come back all right, see if he
don't. I don’t know what, hut some
thing has happened to him. I know it.
He’ll return some day if not to-night,
and clear up the mystery.”
“I think so too,” said Mrs. Green.
“Perhaps he has met with an accident.
Hadn’t you better drive to Mr. Perry’s in
the morning and see?”
“Yes, I’d go to-night if it wasn't so
stormy,” replied the fanner.
But when, in the morning, he drove
up to Mr. Perry’s door, he found the
house locked up. The whole family had
gone to Ohio. ne inquired at the few
houses on tbyroad between Mr. Perry’s
and his own Dome, but could hear noth
ing of the mussing boy. Sadly, he un
hitched his horse, firmly convinced he
had seen the lust of Mark and his twenty
dollars.
One day about the middle of January,
just as the Greens had set down to din
ner, the kitchen door slowly opened, and
Mark Bloomer stepped in. He was “as
poor as a crow,” as Arthur expressed it ;
his eyes and cheeks were hollow, and he
was so weak he could hardly walk. At
this unexpected apparition, Mrs. Green
arose from her chair so suddenly as to
nearly overturn the table. Arthur ut
tered a loud: “Hurrah! I told you so!”
while Mr. Greeu could only sit and stare
in open-eyed wonder.
“Why, where have you been? and
what makes you so thin and pale?” asked
the good housewife as she placed a plate
and cup and saucer for Mark.
“I’ve been in the pest-house, and I’ve
had the small-pox,” said the boy.
“When I’ve had something to eat, I’ll
tell you all about it. I’m awful hungry.”
After dinner, Mark told his story, as
follows:
“Although I didn’t say anything about
it, I hadn’t been feeling well for some
time before I wept away. I thought it
wasn’t nothing more than a cold until
that day I went to Mr. Perry’s. I felt
sick enough to die before I got half way
there. My head and back burned and
ached, and the trees and houses and
things looked as though they were just
spinnin’ round, I couldn’t think what
was the matter of me at first, but soou
made up my mind I was coming down
with the small-pox. The day before I
went to Mr. Perry’s, Ike Pier told me
that Sam Smith was ‘down with the small
pox and in tha pest-house.’ About a
fortnight before, you remember, Sam and
I worked together in the woods. When
that came into my mind I knew what was
the matter of me, and I says to myself,
‘lt won’t never do for me to go back
home and give Arthur the small-pox.
Weak and sickly as he is, he would die
suro. I’ll just go to the pest-house and
bear Sam Smith’s company.’ I managed,
somehow, to get to Mr. Perey’s and give
him the envelopr. I told him all about
it, and where I was going, and made him
promise to tell you; but he was so
frightened, and in such a big hurry to get
rid of me, that I don’t believe he realized
what he said.”
“He went West that very day,” broke
in the farmer, and I got a letter from
him yesterday, in which he says he got
the money all right, and told me all
about your—your —”
“Heroic behavior,” said Mrs. Green,
who used to be a “schoolma’am,” and
prided herself on having a better educa
tion than her husband.
“Well,” continued Mark, “I got to
the pest-house somehow—l can’t remem
ber how myself—and the doctors said it
was a ‘fine case’; though what there was
‘fine’ about it is more than I, for one,
can tell, for I was sick’s a horse. They
pulled me through all right, however,
and here I am, and that's all there is
about it.”
“Well, Mark,” said Mr. Green, “I will
say this much; your home is here just as
long as you care to stay. When you get
strong enough you can go to work, and
I’ll pay you ten dollars a month the first
year, and more the next, and you can go
to school winters. ' I feel that your
presence of mind saved my son’s life, for
he never could have lived through what
you’ve endured. God bless you I” and to
hide his emotion, the farmer abruptly
left the room.
Good Mrs. Green, with the tears
streaming down her cheeks, clasped the
two boj’s in her arms, and said :
“Henceforth, instead of one son, 1
have two. Arthur, you must love Mark
as a brother, for he just the same as saved
your life. ”
“I knew he wasn’t a thief,” said
Arthur, squirming from his mother's
arms. “Hurrah, for brother Mark!
Hurrah, for everybody.” —Yankee Blade.
Where Toys Come From.
Wooden carved toys are chiefly made
in Germany and Switzerland, the cheaper
kinds in the ifeighborhood of Nurem
berg, and thfe better qualities at Sonne
burg, in Thuringia, from which latter
place about twenty-four million articles,
valued at £BOO,OOO, are annually ex
ported. Large quantities of wooden
toys are also made in Saxony, where an
ingenious process is in use for diminish
ing the labor involved in the production
of animals. A circular block of soft
wood is turned into a ring of such a
pattern that by slicing it vertically a
representation of an animal (say an ele
phant) is secured. Each rudimentary
figure is then trimmed by hand, the ears,
trunk, tusks and tail, all of which are
separately turned and sliced by the same
method, are inserted; and when the
animal has been painted and varnished it
is ready for use.
Clay marbles also come exclusively
from Saxony, being made from a clay
not found elsewhere. The better qualities
come from Holland, where they are
made from fragments of alabaster and
other stones. Taw and alley, the com
mon names for the two qualities prin
cipally used in tIA country, arc abbre
viations of tawny and alabaster.
A great ten days' toy fair is annually
held at Leipsic, when more than six thou
sand merchants exhibit their goods in
every available inch of space, even in
the garrets of the six-storied houses.
Marburg, in Hessen, is chiefly occupied
with the manufacture of musical toys,
while Biberach, in Wurtemberg, is noted
for substantial metal articles, such as
carriages, locomotives, furniture, etc.
The specialty of Switzerland is wooden
cottages, models, etc. Some of the
large dealers do very well out of tbc in
dustry, but the actual toymakers in both
countries are miserably paid, and find it
very hard, even by the most unremitting
toil, to gain a subsistence from their em
ployment, many of them being obliged
to supplement their earnings by engag
ing in outdoor labor during the summer.
The productions of Holland are very
similar to those of Germany.—Cham
ber i * Journal.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Actions count where atguments fail.
He is below himself who is not above
an injury.
He is most powerful who hts himself
in his power.
No oue can lay himself under obligation
to do a wrong thiug.
To be content with littleness is already
a stride toward greatness.
Punishment must be like salad that
has more oil than vinegar in it.
When a man’s temper gets the best ol
him, it reveals the worst of him.
The icebergs of selfishness soon melt
away in the sunshine of divine love.
The great difficulty about advice is the
predominance of quantity over quality.
Comparison more thau reality, makes
men happy, and can make them wretched.
The better rule is to judge our adver
saries from their standpoint, not from
our.
The small writer gives his readers what
they wish, the great writer what they
want.
A precious thing is more precious to
us if it has been won by work or eco
nomy.
We swallow at one mouthful the lie that
flatters, and drink drop by drop the
truth that is bitter.
How Did He l)o It,’
In the latter part of the “Fifties"
there resided in Tehama County, Cali
fornia, an Indian whose eyes had been
entirely destroyed by disease, leaving
nothing but the bare sockets behind.
“Old Blind JO,” as he had been
christened, was a well-known character.
He was a great traveler, rarely re
maining in any one rancheria long, and
his journeying* extended over a large
area. His usual gait was a jog-trot, and
his favorite route the stage road leading
north, which at that period was thronged
with teams of every description. Through
these he threaded his way with perfect
safety and apparently without the slight
est fear of injury; and so well recognized
was his ability to take care of himself
that teamsters rarely used any particular
pains to avoid him when he was seen ap
proaching.
His marvelous perception and avoid
ance of danger were often the theme of
animated discussion among the people of
the neighborhood, while their accounts
of his performances sounded almost in
credible to those who had never seen
him put to the test. An incident illus
trating this keenness of his perceptive
faculty I shall never forget.
I was sitting with my friend, Colonel
E. J. Lewis, under a tree on the ranch
of Judge Hall, near Tehama, when we
espied .To coming from the adobe build
ing occupied by the Judge’s Indian ser
vants, and evidently heading for a gate
that opened into the road some distance
away.
Between him and the gate, and directly
in his path, was an open, unused well,
fifty or sixty feet deep. Knowing the
poor fellow's blindness, I had half-risen
from my seat to go and turn him to one
side, when my companion told me to
keep quiet and I should see something
surprising—as I most assuredly did. On
trotted the Indian until he reached the
very edge of the well, where another
step forward would have sent him head
long to the bottom.
But he did not take it. His pause was
so abrupt that it almost seemed as if a
strong hand had suddenly risen from the
depths of the pit and stayed his steps.
For a moment he stood still, as though in
thought, and then quickly faced half
about, rounded the well with the greatest
ease, and resumed his course on the other
side.
A few yards further on was large
adobe store-house, fifty feet or so in
length, with an open driveway through
at one end. This building he approached
near enough to touch it wfth his hand,
and then, retiring a step or two skirted
nearly its whole length until the driveway
was reached, when he passed through it
and continued on his journey at his usual
jog trot.
And the Colonel remarked when Jo
had disappeared: “In the name of all
that’s wonderful, bow did he do it.”—
Youth's Companion.
A Cardinal’s Prescription.
A story which originated with a Hun
garian paper is going the rounds of the
press of Europe. The story is about Car
dinal Haynald, Archbishop of Kolocsa,
one of the most distinguished of the Hun
garian episcopate.
When Bishop of Transylvania he was
engaged in a journey through his diocese
for holding confirmations in company
with his Secretary and successor, Mgr.
Lonhart. One day when about to leave
a place called Torda the Secretary per
ceived to his dismay that the episcopal
exchequer had run dry, for Mgr. Hay
nald was and still is in the habit of keep
ing very little money to himself and giv
ing almost everything away. However,
the inn keeper had to be paid; then what
was to be done? The prelate happened
to know the druggist in the place, so he
wrote out a prescription thus:
R. Nota.ni austriacam.
numero
Ducenta.
Tv B.—For one day’s application only.
Dr. Haynald.
The prescription was taken over to the
drug store late at night by the boots of
the hotel. The druggist’s assistant, hav
ing puzzled his brains and looked in vain
in the *pkannacopaea, took the paper to
his master, who at once saw that the pre
late wanted 200 florins in bank notes. So
he put the notes into a powder box, sealed
it up and sent the made-up prescription
over to Mgr. Haynald, adding that if an
other dose of the mixture was wanted the
patient was welcome to it. The next
day the amount was returned to him.
Many similar stories are told of the Car
dinal.
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The Days of Old.
It is man's prerogative to be possessed
of the gift of history and to interest him
self in ancient tilings. He “considers the
days of old.” The instinct which lies at
the bottom of every historic study is a
foeliußr which we and the world of to-day
have developed out of the old time that
was before us. The due understanding of
the past is but a deeper way of looking
at the life that now is. Every part of our
modem appliances is the outcome of an
innumerable succession of things that led
up to it. Tho genius who startles the
world with a "new" discovery, simply
avails himself of materials which previous
hands have prepared for his use, and
passes them on in a more highly devel
oped form. “Looking back” is not only
a necessity in the promotion of man’s
material progress, but belongs at the saitie
timo to the finer, the poetic instincts of
life; and it would be surprising if it did
not possess a profound fascination for
many thoughtful minds. The historian,
the antiquary, and in another way the
scientific student of nature, all find their
vnried interest in that past world from
which we have grown to be what we arc.
It is not a dead past. Its voices are not
mere echoes from the tombs. If “a
primrose by the river’s brim” is to the
poet something more, so to the instructed
and thoughtful student of antiquity is
even a fossil, something more than a fos
sil, There is in the past a perennial rev
elation. It is part of the grand, silent
procession of a life which has no begin
ning and no end, which “remakes the
blood and changes tho frame,” and which
for the moment is ours.
Wrinkles.
A wrinkle cure is advertised in a daily
paper, and no doubt finds many patrons.
Nevertheless, there is one sovereign rem
edy or preventive for wrinkles that is at |
the command of every one, though it is
not advertised in tho shape of a patent
medicine. This is, to set your face
against wrinkles from the start. Good
humor and contentment keep the face
smooth. Crow’s feet come from care;
from a bilious and meluncholy habit of
life, and from the habitual indulgence of
ill temper, whose badge is the scowl and
the frown. There is u period of the hu
man life when wrinkles come in the due
course of nature. In nearly every case
where they arrive before that date, they
will be found to have been invited by
their victim, and all the nostrums in the
world will not banish or charm them
away.
One Way to Make Coffee.
Somo one says that this is the best way
to make coffee: Buy the best coffee and
grind it to the consistency of ordinary
corn meal. Into a French teapot put an
ounce of coffee for every person. One
pound of coffeo will make sixteen cups,
and no more. Have everything clean,
and, as soon as the water in the tea kettle
begins to boil, moisten the coffee gently,
and leave it to soak and swell for three
minutes; then add a little more water;
don’t be in a hurry; continue to add wa
ter until you have obtained not more than
a lnrge coffee-cupful of the extract. If
carefully done, the entire virtue of (lie
coffee will be in the cupful of liquor at
the end of five minutes. For four persons
use a quart of pure milk, and have it
piping hot; heat the large cups by pour
ing into them hot water; now divide the
coffee into the four cups, each of which
will be one-quarter full; fill with the
boiling milk.
Table and Bed Linens.
Don’t permit table or bed linen to lie
from year to year without being used. It
will last the longer for an occasional
washing. If it is already very yellow, cut
up a pound of white soap into four quarts
of milk. Put it over the stove in a wash
kettle, and when the soap has dissolved,
put it in the linen and boil fifteen min
utes; then wash in soap suds and rinse in
two clean waters, bluing the last water
slightly. The possessor of a grnss plot
can whiten her choice linen by simply
rinsing in soap suds and laying it on the
grass for two or three days. Rinse in
clear water and dry upon the line, and it
will be sweet and fresh and white.
Charming Widow—“And what are you
doing nowadays?” He —“Oh, amusiug
mvsclf; looking out for number one.
And youl” Charming Widow—“ Loo
king out for number two.”
Kissed Another Man’s Wife.
“You scoundrel,” yelled young Jacob Green,
At his good neighbor Brown,—
“ You kissed my wife upon the street,—
I ought to knock you down." [replied,
“ That’s where you'r wrong,” good Brown
In accents mild and meek;
“I kissed her, that I’ve not denied.
Hut kissed her on the eheek—
and I did it because she looked so handsome
the very picture of beauty and health. What
Is the secret of it?” “Well,” replied Green,
"since you ask it, I will tell you: she uses Dr.
Pierce’s Favorite Prescription. X accept your
apology. Good night.” “Favorite Prescrip
tion” is the only remedy for the delicate de
rangements and weaknesses of females, sold by
druggists, under a positive gcaii antes, of
giving satisfaction in every ease, or money paid
for it returned.
For biliousness, sick headache, indigestion,
and constipation, take Dr. Pierce’s Pellets.
One embrace, says a cautious suitor, is worth
a dozen love-letters, because It cannot be intro
duced in a breach-of-promise suit.
Brie Ilailway.
This popular Eastern Line Is running solid
vestibuled trains, consisting of lieautiful day
coaches, Pullman sleeping and dining cars,
between Cincinnati, Chicago, New York and
Boston. All trains run via Lake Chautauqua
during the season, and passengers holding
through tickets are privileged to stop off at this
world-famed resort. Be sure your tickets read
via N. Y„ L. E. & W. R. R.
Oregon, the Paradise of Farmers.
Mild, equable climate, certain and abundant
crops. Best fruit, grain, grass and stock coun
try in the world. Full information free. Ad
dress Oreg. Im'lgra’tn Board, Portland, Ore.
Beware of Imitations—"Tansili’s Punch.”
The Standard
t regard Hood’s Sarsaparilla as having
passed above the grade of what are commonly
called patent or proprietory medicines aaid a
well-known physician recently. “It is fully entitled
to be considered a standard medicine, and has won
this position by ita undoubted merit and by the
many remarkable cures it has effected. For an
alterative and tonio it has never been equaled, and
physicians are glad to have their patients take ae
reliable and trustworthy a medicine."
N. B.—lf yon decide to take Hool’s Sarsaparilla
do not be induced to buy any other.
Hood’s Sarsaparilla
Cold by ail druggists. sl, six for $5. Prepared only
by C. I. HOOD it CO., Apothecaries, Lowell, Mass.
100 Doses One Dollar
Did Wrought Iron.
Tho oldest pieces of wrought iron now
known are probably the sickle blade
found By Belzoni under the base of the
sphinx in Karnac, near Thebes; the blade
found by Colonel Vyse, embedded in the
masonry of the great pyramid; the por
tion of a cross-cut saw exhumed at Nim
rod by Mr. Laynrd—all of which are
now in the British Museum. A wrought
bar of Damascus steel was presented by
King Porus to Alexander the Great. The
razor steel of China for many centuries
surpassed all European steel in temper und
durability of edge. The Hindoos appear
to have made wrought iron directly from
the ore, without passing it through the
furnace, from time immemorial, and elab
orately wrought masses are still found in
India which date from the early centuries
of tho Christian cm.
Au old man of our acquaintance says
he was born at the wrong time. “When
I was young,” he says, “young men were
of no account; and now that I am old,
old men are of no account."
*<s 9
THE HEAVY END OF A MATCH.
“ Mary,” said Farmer Flint, at the breakfast-table, as he asked for a second
cup of coffee, “ I’ve made a discovery.”
“Well, Cyrus, you’re about tho last one I’d suspect of such a thing; but
what is It?”
“ I’ve found that the heavy end of a match is its light end,” responded
Cyrus, with a grin that would have adorned a skull.
Mary looked disgusted, but with an air of triumph quickly retorted, “ I’ve
got a discovery, ton, Cyrus, It was made by Dr, R. V. Pierce, and is called
‘Golden Medical Discovery.’ It drives away blotches and pimples, purifies the
blood, tones up the system, and makes one feel brand-new. Why, it cured
Cousin Ben, who had consumption, and was almost reduced to a skeleton.
Before his wife began to use it, she was a pale, sickly thing,but look at her: she’s
rosy-cheeked and healthy, and weighs one hundred and sixty-five pounds. That,
Cyrus, Is a discovery that’s worth mentioning.”
Tho farmer’s wife was right, for the “ Golden Medical Discovery ” is in fact
the only medicine for purifying the blood and curing all manner of pimples,
blotches, eruptions, and other Skin and Scalp diseases. Scrofulous Sores and
Swellings, and kindred ailments, possessed of such positive curative properties
as to warrant its manufacturers in selling it. as they are doing, through drug
gists, under a positive guarantee that it will either benefit or cure in every
case, or money paid for it will bn refunded. It also cures Bronchial, Throat
and Lung diseases. Even Consumption (which is Lung-scrofula) yields to
its marvelous curative properties, if taken in time and given a fair trial.
For Weak .Lungs, Spitting of Blood, Shortness of Breath, Bronchitis,
Asthma, Severe Coughs, and kindred affections, it is an efficient remedy.
Don’t be fooled into taking something else, said to be “just as good.” that
the dealer rnay make a larger profit. There’s nothing at all like the “Discov
ery.” It contains no alcohol to inebriate ; no syrup or sugar to derange diges
tion ; as peculiar in its curative effects as in its composition. It’s a concentrated
vegetable extract Dose small and pleasant to the taste. Equally good for
adults or children. World’s Dispensary Medical Association, No. GQ3
Main Street, Buffalo, N. Y.
CAT AR R H IM THE HEAP >
I I I II qo matter of how long standing, Is per
manently cured by DR. SAGE’S CATARRH REMEDY. 60 centa, by druggists.
Ely’s Cream Balmfra^l
g A T A R R |j
| Price 60 OiHn.
Apply Balm into each nostril. Herk
kI.Y BROfi..SS Warr.n St .N.Y.
Sn Flartci
ratiou; Drop*
ed or Pcrtlti-
Berta Me re*
exiilrncr.
ITAUMiI’E.
Address. A. U. FAHIHHAK. York, Pc.
AFTER ALL OTHERS FAIL CONSULT
DR. LOBB
North Fifteenth St„ Philadelphia, Pa., for
the treatment of Blood Poisons, Bkin Eruptions,
Ferrous Complaints, Bright’s Disease, Strictures,
Impotency and kindred diseases, no matter of how
standing or from what cause originating.
PP”Ten days medicines furnished by mail rnre
Bend for Book on SPECIAL Diseases, rntti
DETECTIVES
Wonted la every County, fihrewd men to net under lntr action*
in ear Secret Servloe. Experience not neoeeenry. Fnrtleaiare free.
Greausn Detect! r Bureau Cos. tt Aneie,Clxdumtl,o,
gm a B G I EK ■ WHISKEY HAB
ginß U SIR Bui ITS cured at home w ;ih-
H JK £-*' 111 out pain. Book of par
|U|V| llcuiar. M- FREE.
Umini, &
■ I Ayr STUDY. Book-keeping. Business Forms,
ft* U mE Penmanship. Arithmetic, Short-hand, etc.,
II thoroughly taught by MAIL. Circulars free.
Bryant’s College. 457 Main Bt. Buffalo. N. Y.
IA o7GUARANTEED. A
I # * MORTGAGE, lIANK AND IN-
V ma / 0 VESTMENT CO., Fargo, N. Dakota.
Dll FQ I by Dr. TRASK’S Magnetic Olntmeat.
j Known over fiO years. Druggists keep it,
AllDCn or will mall you a bottle for 25 cents.
VtJYICKI [ I>. RANSOM. SON Jt CO., Buffalo, N. Y.
BRYANT & STRATTON Business College
W^ruJrtr P iSSmu!ml t&SirmiSiimmL LOUISVILLE. KX
1~1 Best Cough Medicine. Recommended by Physicians, kji|
Lh9 Cures where all else fails. Pleasant and agreeable to the lil
Ul taste. Children take it without objection. By druggists.
Tuuii.t,,
nether on pleasure t. nt or business, aLonld
take on every trip a b ails ot Syrup of Figs,
as it acts most pleasantly and effectually on
the kidneyMiver and bowels, preventing fe
vers, headaches and other forms of sickness. For
sale in -it c and 51,0) bottles by all leading drug
gists.
ciwf be?lm,e. H !'fi ,U ' a is deveioped, the more con
pnjn2h°the* bd te r uTtboTrlilt! * lr " *
A o^uo°S*ttsi^ r whirs
SftJ ft
Messrs V i ra T °LJno, 0., .Tan. 10,1 SH.
.Messrs. KJ Cheney A Cos Gentlemen r—l
have been in the general practice of medicine
nrL n H UHt 40 r rs - Hn ' l that in all my
practice arid experience, have never seen a pre
riaratlonthat 1 could prescribe with as much
oontldinee of success as 1 can llali’s Catarrh
Cure, manufactured by you. Rave prescribed
it a great many times and its effect fswonder
fiil, and would say in conclusion that I hav
yet to And a case of Catarrh that it would not
cure, if they would take it according to direct
ions. lours truly,
L. L. OORSCCH, M. D..
... in i „ Office, 215 Summit Bt.
Wo will give. SIOO for any case of Catarrh
that can not ho cured with Halt’s Catarrh
Cure. Taken Internally.
>•': ;CHEN*Y & CO„ Props., Toledo, O.
w t-old by Druggists, 75c.
(ITME WONDERFUL I(• \o°.
LUBimGVCHAIR^kjiP^J
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MONEY Made My and Rapidly.
READ THIS and Think it Over!
Wc want 100 men who litre enernr -d grit.
Wh will give them situation* in which they can mane
money rapid'y-the iabor being light and employment
a I the year round. Requires no capital or great edu
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Young men or o and wiil do. Remuneration is quick and.
Mire. We have need for UK) men within the next thirty
day*. Do not hesitate, but write at once for full par
ticulars. Address 11. (3. HtUdINS A* CO*
>o, 33 South Broad Street, Atlanta^
14-hot IUSm, sll to $lB.
Hrtrefc.loatißf Rlflw, $2.G* to $13.00.
gotf-roflrtrr Revolrers, f?.00.
gesd 2e. stamp for iO-pag# Catalogue and *are 45 per ceat.
IRIFFITH Jt SEMPLE, 512 W. Main, LuislUi f Ky.
■ I ■ 111 Crimpers, Woven Covers, a useful, con-
M jl 1 *C venienfc and durable article, on’y 10 cents
I I§\ Ilia dor. postpaid. Box (551, Oberlin, Ohio.
nnaa&l HABIT. Only Certain *nd
flPlilm easy CUKE in the World. Dr.
UriUm J. L. STEPHENS. UebanmvO
®I prescribe and fully en.
Dree Big G as the only
jeclfic for the certain curg
f this disease.
. H.INGRAHAM, M. D.,
Amsterdam, N. Y.
We hare sold Big Q-fo*
tany years, and it hag
given the best of catis
-laction.
D. R. DYCHF &
1.00. Bold by Druggists.
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