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Had to Stay Home.
Husband—I thought, you were going
to the meeting of the Society to Rescue
Chinese "Women from the Cruelty of
Foot Bandaging.
Wife—I could not get my dress on.
Husband—Why not?
The cook was out and there was no
one in the house strong enough to lace
my corset.—New York "Weekly.
ninnstrouN Failure!
We can mention no failure more disastrous
than that of physical energy. It involves the
partial suspension of the digestive and assimi¬
lative processes, and enlails the retirement
from business of the liver and kidneys. Stom¬ Only
through the good offices of Hostetter’s
ach Hitters can the restoration of its former
vigorous stalus be hoped for. When this aid
has been secured, a resumption of activity relied in
the stomach, liver and bowels may be
upon. The Bitters conquers malaria and kid¬
ney troubles.
There is nothing that a man can less afford
to be without than his good habils.
Dr. ICi 1 nv*r’is Swamp-Root cures
all Kidney ami Bladder troubles.
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To be virtuous is to overcome our evil feel
^ Ings and intent ions.
Experience Lends .tinny IS others to Say
'‘Use Parker’s Ginger Tonic” because it is good
for colds, pain and almost every weakness.
Remember
That good, health, strong nerves, physical
vigor, happiness and usefulness blood. depend Remember up¬
on pure, rich, healthy
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rest. The trouble is they look alike. And when the rest
dress like the best who’s to tell them apart? Well, “the tree
is known, by its fruit.” That’s an old test and a safe one.
And the taller the tree the deeper the root. That’s another
test. What’3 the root,—the record of these sarsaparillas?
The one with the deepest root is Ayer’s. The one with the
richest fruit; that too is Ayer’s. Ayer's Sarsaparilla has
a record of half a century of cures; a record of many medals
and awards, culminating in the medal of the Chicago World’s
Fair, which, admitting Ayer’s Sarsaparilla as the best,—
shut its doom against the rest. That was greater honor
than the medal, to be the only sarsaparilla admitted as an
exhibit at the World’s Fair. If you want to get the best
sarsaparilla of your druggist, here’s an infallible rule: Ask
for the best and you ’ll get Ayer’s. Ask for Ayer’s and you ’ll
get the best.
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW.
FORT GAINES. GA.. FRIDAY. DECEMBER 20. 1895.
There are at present exactly 1,580
miles of water mains in the city of
London.
There are six tunnels in the world
which have a length exceeding 21,000
feet—St. Gothard, Mont Ceuis, Hoo
sac, Seven Nochistong and Sutis.
Taking the whole laud surfaoe of
the globe into consideration, there aro
twenty-two and a half acros for each
inhabitant on this planet.
A journal devoted to tho pen, ink
and paper trade says that the world
now uses 3,500,000 steel pens every
day in the week.
A late census of the “big trees” of
California shows that there are 2,675
of the giants siill standing, tho largest
being 33 feet and 6 inches in diameter.
A cubit foot of newly fallen snow
weighs 5$ pounds, and has twelve
times the bulk of an equal weight of
water.
Ail States Alike.
Ex-Congressman Yoder, of Ohio, in
commenting on the recent elections,
told a party of friends the following
story at one of the uptown hotels:
“In one of the counties in Ohio a
German was running for sheriff on the
democratic ticket. He felt very con¬
fident of election, bnt when he read
the returns be found he was snowed
under by about 4,000 majority. This
roused his ire, and be said to his wife:
(< < Dot settles it. We will move out
of dis sbtate, where dey treats a demo¬
crat like dis. Yust you pack oop our
things right avay unt git ready to
move away.’
“He left the bouse in great wrath,
but in about an hour be returned and
found his wife tearing up the carpets
and taking down the curtain poles.
“ ‘Shtop dot, Katrina,’ said the Ger¬
man ; ‘yust you let dem carpets alone.’
4 4 4 But vat is der matter mit you,
John?’ asked his wife; ‘yust a leedle
vile ago you said git ready to move,
unt now you say don’t git ready to
move. ’
(4 4 YelJ, dot’s so. I did say dat;
but I yust been down to the depot,
unt daro is no place to move to,’ said
the German.”—Washington Post.
Hot lira'll lor Fur.
Fur after some years’ wear will look
much improved if cleaned with new
bran previously heated in the oven.
Rub the hot bran well into the fur
with a piece of flannel, shake tho fur
to remove all particles and then brush
thoroughly. Tho fur will clean more
easily if the lining and wadding are
first removed, but such removal is not
absolutely needful. Tho flat, oily look
which mars the appearance of the neck
portion of furs long in use is mostly if
not wholly removed by the means of
hot bran. Rub the fur the wrong
way.—New York World.
Where He Drew the Line.
A little five-year-old boy had some
difficulty with a neighbor’s children
during the afternoon, and that night
be was not feeling in a very Christian
spirit. bed his mother
After be bad gone to
came in to tnck him away snugly.
“Did you say your prayers?” she
inquired.
“Yes, ma,”
“And did you pray for the heathen?”
The boy was slow to answer.
“Yes, ma, I did,” ho said, at last;
“all of them—except them next door.”
—New York Mercury.
The Ride With Mollj.
The bees were in tho blossoms an’ the waoda
wore white as snow,
With miles an’ miles o’ daisies in a spring¬
time long ago ;
An’ tho winds from dreamin’ meadows came
vuith kisses sweet an’ kind
When I drove tho cows from pkstur’ an’
when Molly rodu behind.
I romembor all about It— tho pathway
through the dolls,
Where the old mare id her footsteps to
tho musio o’ the oc Is
That clanked tho whole way homo’ards to tho
merry milkin’ place,
But mostly I remember Molly’s curls about
my faco !
For, ridin’ there behind mo, every broeze
a-blowin’ freo
Would catch ’em an’ would kiss ’em an’ toss
’em over me!
An’ sometimes, too, I turned my head to seo
her bright eyes shine,
An’ our faces oame together an’ her lips wero
close to mino 1
I didn’t mind the labor in the fields or in tho
glades—
Tho long an’ woary furrows where the young
corn waved its blades,
For I know that ’fore tho twilight came a
sweet reward I’d find—
I’d drive the cows from pastur’ an Molly’d
ride behind!
An’ once tho folks got anxious, an’ said:
“The cow’s arc late.
An they looked an’ looked for Molly an’ the
old mare at the gate;
An’ the reason was I'd “said the word,” an’
kinder spoke my inind;
The old mare run away with mo an' Molly
rode behind 1
—Frank L. Stanton.
A LESSON.
IDA KAYS.
“It chanced that baby and I were
once guests of a maiden aunt,” Raid
a mother with whom I was discussing
the management and mismanagement
of children.
“Nettie was as mischievous as chil¬
dren ususually are, and Aunt Betsey
as particular as spinsters usually aro.
“Neither was to blame. Such is
the natural result of babyhood and
maidenhood ; but I was in a constant
state of womment for fear Nettie
would commit some grave offense
against Aunt Betsey or her belong
“I watched continually—so did
Aunt Betsey—and between us both
tho poor child saw little peace or
pleasure. She had a great deal of the
prim aunt and the sharp ‘No, no,
child,’ that greeted every attempt to
examine the pretty things that were
scattered about in utter disregard to
the daily petition: ‘Lead us not into
temptation.’
“I used to feel so sorry for my baby
as she sat on the floor {flaying with
her one doll, or the few clothes pins
she was allowed, because they ‘didn’t
make a litter.’ until she would fall
asleep. She never had time to sleep
at home, busy little mischief that she
always was, out of one thing only to
| be into another, but here—
“Aunt Betsey meant to be kind and
just, but I know she thought children
in general a nuisance, and Nettie par
j ticularly so. While I loved all chil
i dren—especially my own.
“Not often did Nettie transgress,
but one day Aunt Betsey’s shrill cry
stopped the little bund just as it was
I reaching toward some pretty blossoms
on the flower stand.
“ ‘Don’t you touch my plants.
You’ve been picking the leaves,’ con¬
tinued tho accusing voice.
“I never saw her touch them, ” I
ventured to remonstrate, feeling Bure
that she had only meant to pet the
pretty flowers as she did at home.
“Me no prick weaves,’ added baby
herself.
a i Yes you did. I’ve seen them
lying around for two or three days ;
and I won’t have my plants spoiled.
See bare,’ continued Aunt Betsy,
turning to me.
“I stepped to the stand and she
showed me place after place where
loavos certainly had been picked; and
baby fingers must havo do.no tbo mis¬
chief.
“I was surprised but convinced,and
scolded Nettie as sharply as ever iu
all her life, promising positively that
I should whip her hands if [she
touched the flowers again.
“I did not anticipate any further
trouble and was ready to share Aunt
Betsey’s auger tho next day when she
called mo to seo ono of her choicest
piants, a tender young slip of which
sho had been very proud. Only the
stalk was standing. Every leaf bad
been picked aud was lying on the
ground.
“Yes, Nettie bad been in tho room
alouo while 1 assisted with the wash¬
ing. It was not thoughtless mischief,
but knowing disobedience this time,
and I resolved that she should bo
punished.
“I brought her to tho stand, told
her how she had spoiled the plant, then
took her hand in mino.
“At tho touch of tho tender little
warm hand my heart almost failed
me, but it hardened again when she
began: ‘Mo no pick weaves. Me didn’t
touch fowers, mamma. ’ Falsehood
was worse than disobedience, uud tho
blows descended.
“Sho struggled, kicked, screamed;
and when I dared whip the baby
hands no longer, why then I got a
rod.
a i Didn’t you pick the leaves ? ’ I
I said,and wbou she denied, I resumed
tho whipping.
“My heart burns with auger yet
when I think of that day’s scene.
Anger—not against the helpless child
—but tho strong woman who had lost
control of hor temper.
“Foolish, wicked as I was, I still
had seuso enough to know, when tho
child’s cries became convulsive sobs
and her eyes grew glassy and tearless,
that I .vas going too fur.
“I threw the whip down and pushed
her from from me. Utterly exhausted,
sho sank on tho curpet and was soon
asleep.
“And while she slept my anger
waxed instead of waned. I always did
abominate falsehood and this was Net.
tie’s first he. I would teach her a
lesson she could not soon forget.
“Aunt Betsey didn’t help matters
any by her views on child training.
She hud never learned what I ought
to have known, that there wore other
ways than physical force to deal with
a moral wrong.
“When Nettie woke, she still denied
her guilt, and I was equally unyield¬
ing. I will not recount further de¬
tails of the day, will only say that I
gained my point, and made her own
sho picked tbo leaves.
“I didn’t gain the approval of my
conscience, however. I could not
sleep that night and grew thoroughly
alarmed as Nettie rolled and tossed,
muttering about the “weaves” she
t ^ n ^
“Then she would scream, ‘Don t,
don’t mammal’ and cling tome in
terror. She nor I never put through
| mother such night, aud I firmly re¬
j s ocation °lvod that he what never it again, may, let would the prov- I be
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g u ^ty of such a cruelty to a little
j child.
Yet there are thousands of mothers
who do just such things—mothers
who really love their children and in¬
tend to do right by the souls en¬
trusted to their care. But how can
she who has never learned to control
herself, control or properly train a
child?
“I wish ali such might feel as I
felt that night, and see in imagination
all that I saw
“You wonder if my baby was sick,
and if she ever told another lie?
“Wait till I finish my story, and
tell yon the part that makes all the
rest so black
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no. r> o.
“The next morning when I heard
Aunt Betsey in tbo kitchen, I slipped
away from Nettie.
“As I quietly opened tho sitting
room door, my eyes turned to the
flower stand, the cause of our trouble.
“And what do you think I saw?
“Auother plant denuded of ite
leaves, tho last one fulling as I watched
—a little mouse nibbling it from the
stalk.
“My baby wuh vindicated, and I—
“Aunt Betsey was as much surprised
as I ut the discovery.
< 4 4 Why, yes,’ she said, ‘I’ve seen a
mouse there several times of late but
I never thought’—
“There were two who tried to make
amends to Nettie for that mistake and
both were glad to see her laugh and
play again.
“Do you think my two-year-old
baby understood the explanation and
apologies made to her ?
“1 hardly know myself, but I do
know that, although she is a woman
now she has not forgotten that punish¬
ment, ami I never forgot the double
lesson that i learned.”—Womankind.
A Seroo-coinic Duel,
Some years ago, two officers of die
British army in India had a difficulty
which resulted in a duel. Tho colonel,
tin challenged party, was an old cam¬
paigner who had won his laurels in
the Crimea, and was a most gallant
soldier. The choice of weapons being
his, lie named pistols, and elected that
the affair should occur in a dark room.
We secured a room twenty feet square
(says the narrator of tho incident),
closed every crevice that would admit
light, placed our men in corners
diagonally opposite, and withdrew.
Each man was provided with three
charges, and when these were ex¬
hausted, we rushed in to gather up
the mutilated remains. Each man
stood erect and soldier-like in his
corner, untouched; but directly be¬
hind the officer who had given the
challenge were three bullet-holes
made by the colonel’s pistol.
“How is this?” said a grizzled
major; “had you been standing here
when those shots were tired, you
Would have been killed.”
Tho culprit was forced to admit
that he hud dropped to one knee.
“You are a coward, sir, and unfit
for the company of soldiers and gen¬
tlemen !” cried the major.
“Hold on major 1"said the colonel;
“it is a stand-off. While ho was on
his knees in one corner, I was on my
stomach in tho other.”
Labrador Reindeer.
The deer visit the seashore regular¬
ly iri the months of April, July anc
October, and daring these migrations
the Esquimaux often shoot them for
the mere love of killing, ullowing the
carcasses to rot where they fall, with¬
out presenting even the hides. There
is an Esquimaux at Naiu who boasts of
having killed one hundred and fifty
deer in one day’s shooting.
The deer aro to the Indians what
the seal is to the Esquimaux, almost
and indispensible necessity. They
value them accordingly and are never
guilty of such excesses in the chase.
The skins both house and clothe them.
The sinews answers bettor than any
other possible substitute for thread.
The spreading antlers, with their
broad brow-branches, ingeniousiy
carved and fashioned, supply a variety
of useful implements, and the flesh is
their staple, never failing food- —Out
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Dentistry. *
Patient—What do yon oharge for
extracting a tooth.
Quack—Twenty-five cents, madam.
Patient—Why, how can you afford
to do it so cheaply?
Quack—Ob, I ,have a pull, you
know.—N. Y. Press.
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