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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. The people of Boston have free access to about 2,000,000 books in the different public and semi-public libraries. 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 COMBINING 5 ARTICLE 1 OF FURNITURE . ( foPfl 7 w *;^r'rnrr %rhoietle/artory price*,/FJ/TAmMIL, T Ht t and ship goods to be 4 : /Cegs*} WHEEL all ilB g.d Jor on dl,Tery. \WJ (jp/TvA Til MIKE. Send stamp £or Osta- VxUjJ/i Jr® special ERBB login*. Name yoodt dctired. V-iZ DIUVEKI. JLLBCIiCi ME G. CO., 145 X atb St. rfctia4affc 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 cation Some of our bett salesmen are country boys. 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. ! A. N. U F . , 189(j