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AUk
A CHARACTER.
He sowed and hoped for l eaping,
A happy man and wise.
Tho clouds, they did his weeping;
Tfce wind, it sighed his sighs;
Made all that fortune brought him
The limit of desire;
Thanked God for shade in summer days;
In winter time, for fire.
When tempest as with vengeful rod
His earthly mansion cleft,
On the blank sod he still thanked God
Life and the land were left.
Content, his earthly -ace he ran
And died, so people say,
Some ten years later than the man
Who worried life away.
—F. L. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution
THE “BAP.Y” HERO.
“Baby” he was called in the reg
iment, and though he bad turned
over his 21 years no other name
possibly could have suited him.
They were on the frontier of In
dia. The ground they then occupied
was doubtful territory. Once or
twice there had been a whisper of a
rising among some of the wilder
Afghans or Afridi tribes, but so far
nothing had occurred to disturb the
dull monotony.
Mrs. Hindle, the adjutant’s wife,
was very much upset. Hitherto she
had reigned supreme. All the devo
tion of the garrison had been freely
offered at her feet, and Baby—well,
he went in and out of tho adjutant’s
quarters with the familiar air of a
well established family cat.
Iu duo time the general, accom
panied by his wife and daughters,
reached us. The latter were fine
looking women. The youngest might
be five and twenty, the oldest was
certainly 30.
To this one Baby, to everybody’s
astonishment, immediately attached
himself. The old general scowled,
but to no purpose.
Mrs. Hindle’s tea parties were de
serted, whereas beforo he was al
ways there to hand round the cakes
and make himself of use. We missed
him, for we had to get up for what
we wanted ourselves.
Not that Miss Steward encouraged
him—far from it. At first she had
been kind to him. He was but a hoy
in looks and in age, so she had
treated him as a younger brother
until his attentions became the talk
of the station, and then, I fancy, the
old general issued au order to his
daughter, and she began to pull him
up—gently at first, firmly soon.
Finally the lady herself cut up
rough, and she sent for Baby and
gave him a bad quarter of an hour.
Sho pointed out to him how ridic
ulous his attentions were, and when
he ventured to speak of marriage
she called him a baby, who needed
his mother more than a wife, and
that if she had any more of his non
sense she would write to his mother.
She told him that they would al
ways be pleased to see him at their
bungalow, but her mother made it
a condition that he must give a
promise not to think of her again
in connection with mari'iage.
This promise he refused to give,
so he was warnd off and excluded
from all invitations.
One thing was noticeable. He
brightened up wonderfully in liis
duties. He would spend hours at
target practice, and old Sergeant
Hunt and he seemed to spend a lot
of time together. By Hunt’s account
there never was such a shot as Baby
was becoming under his tuition.
Mrs. Hirnllo was in despair. He
bad been very useful to her before
this unfortunate affair with Miss
Steward, and at her “at homes” he
was missed by all, for he was sure
to do or say something funny.
It was arranged by some ono to
have a picnic. This was to he a kind
of winding up to our moderate fes
tivities, for the general’s Bojourn
with us was now at an end any day.
The morning of the start Baby
stood looking wistfully at the prep
arations, and there was just a sus
picion of tears in his large blue
eyes—but I may be mistaken. The
Misses Steward made their appear
ance and were soon mounted on
mules.
“Now, Dora,” shouted the old
general to his eldest daughter, “look
after your sisters. ”
Baby’s eyes followed her move
ments with a hungry, mournful
UMMER
CATARRH
Catarrh of the bowels , be
nt se it is most prevalent ill
4 s summer months , is called
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11 surprises many that
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DEVOTED TO JACKSON COUNTY AND THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY,
JEFFERSON, JACKSON COUNTY, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 26. 1898.
iook. ms neart ached as the little
party rode off, which he had not
been invited to join. It was an un
derstood thing now that Baby was
to be feft out of everything.
For some time he wandered about
In a restless, aimless manner. Then
he sauntered out again. Here he
was joined by Hunt, who deeply
sympathized with Baby in the mat
ter, and had been prophesying all
kinds of dark things about the
weather.
“I think it is a mistake, sir,” he
remarked, with the respectful air of
a man who has seen long service.
“What is a mistake, Hunt?” in
quired Baby.
“Well, this picnic. The country
is not safe, leastways for ladies.
Men cannot fight on equal terms
with women about. There is a lot
of them Afridis about over the hill,
and I am sure there will be trouble
with the Afghans.”
Something in Hunt’s manner set
Baby thinking, and, after a brief
Visit to his major, he rode off in the
direction of the picnic party. After
riding some distance he branched
off to th 6 right, and, after dismount
ing, he began to lead his horse by a
bridle path, one might almost call
it, over the hills.
The party had several miles far
ther to go and would cut through
the hills by a pass just about wide
enough for a wagon. Baby—thanks
to his days out with old Hunt—
knew every square yard of tho coun
try, and he knew the road he had
chosen would place him miles be
yond the picnic party.
Over the bills a plain of grass
stretched to the mountains. Beyond
this plain it was considered danger
ous to go. The country was occupied
by Afridis aud other wild nomads,
who owed an uncertain allegiance
to the ameer.
Baby had crossed, and was now
resting his horse on the great green
plateau, when his attention was
called to some object rapidly cross
ing. Taking out his fieldglasses, he
saw a horseman pursued at perhaps
half a mile distant by some 50 or 00
mounted Afghans or Afridis, he
could not tell which.
He rode in the direction of the
fugitive, who was taking a slanting
oourse, evidently to escape through
the defile, the route of the picnic
party. Baby was soon able to join
him. He soon saw that the rider
was a civilian and that he was
wounded, for he had a handkerchief
tied round his head, from which
blood was trickling down his face.
“Back, man, back to the fort! The
Afridis are out! Here they come!”
And he made a rapid gesture with
his left hand.
“How many are there?” asked
Baby.
“Fifty or 60 of the fiends,” was
shouted in answer.
They were now galloping side by
side.
“There are ladies in the pass
there!” shouted Baby.
“Heaven help them!”
“There are 20 men or so with
them,” cried Baby again.
“They will he eaten up by these
infernal devils,” cried the stranger,
who was urging his horse to do its
utmost.
Baby set his teeth. If these hill
men came upon the little party with
out warning, there would ho a mas
sacre. His mind was made up. The
pursuers were rapidly gaining.
They knew there was a chance of
escape for the fugitives if they gain
ed the pass. Cut off from that,
there was none.
Tho stranger’s horse was giving
out, though his own was quite fresh,
thanks to its long rest. Baby was
thinking of Dora. She mutt be
saved at all costs.
“Stop!” cried Baby.
“Have you gone mad?”
“No; stop and get down. Have
my horse. I am a lighter man.
Your horse will do for me.'”
A change of horses was soon
effected, and they were off on their
mad ride again.
“Get ahead as quickly as possible,
hut give me your rifle and ammuni
tion!” shouted Baby.
The stranger loosened his rifle,
and they swung the horses together
while the gun and cartridges passed
into his hands. They could hear the
yells of their pursuers now, who
were determined not to lose their
prey.
“You ride on and warn the gen
eral. You cannot miss him. I will
stop some of these chaps tft the en
trance of the pass!” shouted Baby
as a bullet whizzed past his head.
They were nearing the entry now,
which was narrow, and to avoid ao
cident Baby held his horse in to
give his companion a few yards
start. As soon as they were about
100 yards inside the defile Baby
drew his revolver, and, reining his
exhausted horse, shot it through the
head. There was no cover in the
defile, so Baby was going to fight
from behind his steed.
At each side the hills rose almost
perpendicularly. If he could but
hold the brutes hack for half an
hour, it would give the general time
to save Dora.
He had one advantage. They
would come full tilt at the opening
under the impression he had passed
on through. He looked at his car
tridges and smiled. There were near
ly 100, with those of the civilian,
and then he had his two revolvers,
but there were 50 or 60 of the ene
my to face.
The Afridis came on with hideous
warcries. The first one who passed
the angle fell almost before he could
see what was opposed to him, for
Baby had his rifle trained on that
corner. Now his shooting stood him
in good service, and he mentally
blessed Hunt.
Another fell just as he entered the
TWMi'nr uaaClL *nd tWO
more went down under hismerdiless
aim. He knew that he must fill the
pass with dead before they could be
fully awakened to the fact that it
was guarded. When the first fell,
others had come on so furiously
that they could not check them
selves, but more would be up pres
ently.
A fierce joy possessed the heart of.
Baby. It was the first time he had
used a weapon vf this kind in anger,
and his power with it made him
gaze fondly at it.
There were ten minutes gained
now, for the others, hearing shots,
Were approaching warily. Present
ly two entered the defile. Baby
paused to let them come on. For a
moment the two paused, evidently,
to talk the matter over; then, real
izing that there was only one man
opposed to them, they spurred on
their horses to the charge.
Puff, ping, ping! The foremost
Afridi swayed and made desperate
efforts to recover his balance, but
Baby’s rifle puffed once more, and
he fell, and the horse, mad with
fright and pain, turned and galloped
back out of the pass.
Then there was a lull. Baby
breathed freely. Over 20 minutes
had passed now, and his thoughts
were of Dora. Had his messenger
reached them yet? Hardly 1 Per
haps the old general might come to
his assistance with some of the men
when he had arranged for Dora’s
safety.
The enemy bad drawn off. He
had time to think, but his eyes were
kept steadily on the narrow open
ing at the end of the defile. What
were they up to now? What would
their next move be?
Wliat was that? A cloud of dust
coming through the defile 1 There
was no wind. What could it be?
Suddenly it dawned upon him that
some of the Afridis were crawling
upon him on their stomachs, wrig
gling along like eels, thrashing the
dust about them in front to obscure
his aim.
But he caught sight of a body
here and there, and whenever he
did his rifle spoke, and it was gener
ally llowed by a yell. Still, that
dust v loud gradually approached.
He had to expose himself more now
to take aim at his attackers.
Ping! That was near his own
head, hut he must raise it to get
sight of them. The rest were now
crawling along after their leader,
for they were not going to be held
at bay by one man.
Ping! This time lie felt a sharp
sting on his neck, and something
like warm water trickled down be
tween liis shirt and his neck.
But lie continued to pump in the
bullets. There was a numbness in
bis left shoulder and a fearful pain
when he tried to turn his head. He
wanted to brush the blood away
from his eyes. There were a scram
ble and a scuffle. The Afridis were
preparing to jump up and make a
rush. The final act was now be
gun.
He tried to load his rifle, but some
how things were getting muddled
and mixed, and he could not lift his
gun.
Suddenly there was a yell, and
he was conscious that the Afridis
were closing in upon him. The end
was coming. He hoped they would
not mutilate him, and, if they did,
that the old general would not tell
his mother and the girls.
With a struggle he was on his
feet. His vision was almost obliter
ated now, and he knew it was with
his own blood. He threw his empty
revolver full at them. He had still
four shots left in the other one,
which he changed into his right
hafed, for his left hand somehow
could not pull the trigger.
Blindly he plugged in the four
ehots, gripping his weapon hard.
He wanted to put up his right arm
to ward off something and defend
his head, but he could not move it.
He staggered. Something seemed to
explode inside his brain, and he fell
down over the horse, but there was
the victor’s smile on his face. He
had won, for he had saved Dora.
“He would have had the V. C. for
this had he lived, ” said the old gen
eral as he stooped down and gazed
into Baby’s face, with its boyish
smile, beautiful in spite of all the
disfigurement of dust and blood
upon it. He was a sterh man, but
the tears fell thickly as he scruti
nized the form of the young sub
altern to see if there were a chance
of life.
Far away in England, in a cottage
nestling away half buried among
the oaks and elms of a quiet little
village in Yorkshire, a mother
weeps for her boy, who died like a
soldier, as his father before him.
In the same village lives an elder
ly spinster, who fights with the rec
tor and the curate. She has been
called a sour old maid, though she
is not so old as she looks, but she
has altered very much since the day
of the picnic in India. People won
der at her devotion to the widow
lady whose son was killed in India.
The vicar knows, for he went
through the whole of Baby’s private
papers—Baby was an old pupil of
his—but he keeps his own counsel
and is always patient with Miss
Dora’s eccentricities.—Answers.
Forests In Europe.
According to the Hon. F. Lawley.
Russia in Europe has 527,500,000 acres
of forests, Sweden coming next with
42,000,000. Germany has 34,000,000,
Austria slightly over 24,000,000 and the
British isles less than 3,000,000.
Darwin and Tyndall proved what nat
uralists before their time suspected, that
the air is literally fall of plant germs
and seeds,
FREAKS OF THE EYES.
I Remarkable Illustration of a Case of
Collective Hallucination.
Examples of collective hallucina
tions are very numerous. Let us
cite one that certainly is not gen
erally known, and of which a lieu
tenant in the French navy, M. Les
tonnat, was the victim.
“In May, 1881,” said he, “I was
on board the bark Caroline. We
had just left Iloilo, in the Philip
pines, and we were traveling toward
the Sunda strait. One morning we
Were moving slowly, at the rate of
about four or five knots,- in .a very
light wind, when the man on the
lookout shouted to me that he saw
a pirogue or sharpie on the star
board quarter. Everything that we
Bee at sea, however insignificant, is
always interesting. Consequently,
I plaoed myself in a position to see
the object that the man reported.
But, on account of the lower sails, I
was obliged to go forward. From
there I saw, at about two points to
starboard, the pirogue, which seem
ed as if she was about to cross our
bow. Suddenly the mate shouted;
‘lt is not a pirogue. It is a yawl
boat.’ Then the sailor came down
from the rigging and reported that
he saw distinctly a man standing in
the boat and that he was making
signals.
“ ‘lt is not necessary to be aloft
to see that,’ replied the mate. T
can see him distinctly here. ’
“After having obscjrved the boat
with attention, I saw as plainly as
possible, and all the crew saw just
as I did, a man making signals with
something in his hand that we could
not yet recognize, but which evi
dently was a gaff or an oar at the
end of which was fixed a piece of
cloth.
“There was no longer any doubt.
We had discovered an unfortunate
shipwrecked man, whose vessel
doubtlesswas lost upon the rocks of
the shores called, if my memory
serves me correctly, the Thousand
isles. I immediately reported to the
captain, who took his glasses and
followed me to the forward deck.
He recognized, just as we did, a boat
painted white, and in the bow there
was a man dressed in a blue ganzy,
who was waving an oar, at the end
of which was fastened a piece of sail
cloth.
“ ‘That poor devil is lucky,’ said
the captain; ‘for if we had had more
wind yesterday we would have
passed him in the night, and, of
course, we could not have seen him.’
“But as the current was drawing
the boat away from us he gave the
order to the man at the wheel to let
the vessel fall off so as to get the
boat well on our starboard. In this
way we could easily reach it with
out the necessity of lowering a boat,
which is always a tedious operation
on board sailing vessels. The man,
seeing that we were coming for him,
ceased to signal, and sat down in
the stern, and with his oar he steer
ed the boat toward us. We coaid
distinctly see the boat’s mast was
broken at about three or four feet
above the sailing thwart. When she
was about 300 meters from us, the
captain, who was on the poop, asked
the mate if everything was ready,
and, on the latter’s affirmative re
ply, he gave the order to head her
up a little to starboard. At this mo
ment the emotion on board the ves
sel was intense. The entire crew
leaned over the rail. Then sudden
ly, as if we all had been aroused
from a dream, the man and the boat
turned into a block of pumice stone
on which were several branches of
banana trees. After drifting slowly
along the side of the vessel before
the stupefied sailors it vanished out
of sight. The men were so utterly
astonished that several of them
could not help crying out: ‘But, by
jingo, there was a man on it, sure!
We all saw him!’
“If the sea had been rough,so
that we could not reach that little
floating island, we would certainly
have been convinced that a fellow
creature had been left to perish.
“Nevertheless our mind was free
from all anterior preoccupation.
Notwithstanding the spontaneity of
the thing that had started it the
suggestion was none the less vivid.
Its intensity was as strong in the
mind of the officer as it was in the
mind of each sailor, and this goes
to prove that in the case of a crowd
the mental quality of the individuals
that compose it is without any im
portance.”—Pari;- Cor. Courrier des
Etats Unis.
Tired Eyes.
People gpeak about their eyes be
ing tired, meaning that the retina,
or seeing portion, of the eye is fa
tigued, but such is not the case, as
the retina hardly ever gets tired.
The fatigue is in the inner and outer
muscle attached to the eyeball and
the muscle of accommodation which
surrounds the lens of the eye.
When a near object is to be looked
at, this muscle relaxes and allows
the lens to thicken, increasing its
refractive power. The inner and
outer muscles are used in covering
the eye on the object: to be looked
at, the inner one being especially
used when a near object is looked
at. It is in the three muscles men
tioned that the fatigue is felt, and
relief is secured temporarily by clos
ing the eyes, or gazing at far dis
tant objects. The usual indication
of strain is a redness of the rim of
the eyelid, betokening a congested
state of the inner surface, accom
panied with some pain. Sometimes
this weariness indicates the need of
glasses rightly adapted to the per
son, and in other cases the true rem
edy is to massage the eye and its
surroundings as far as may be with
the hand wet in cold water.—New
York Ledger.
THE ROYAL BUCKHOUND3.
Hunting In Old England In the Drnjn of
King George 111.
But, though the royal buck
hounds as an institution can trace
their descent back to bluff King
Harry, the present fashion of hunt
ing their came began with good
King George. The date cannot be
fixed precisely, but it is certain that
the carted deer was first used in
George Ill’s reign, when inclosure
acts and the spread of agriculture
had made the ohase of the wild stag
impossible in the settled districts of
Berkshire and Buckinghamshire.
His majesty was no thruster (which,
seeing that he rode 19 stone, is not
surprising), and the hounds had
frequently to be stopped for him.
He rode to a pilot, but, as tl§e follow
ing little anecdote shows, reserved
to himself an ample discretion:
“On one occasion they came to a
place which the king did not quite
fancy. He hung a little. ‘John has
gone over, your majesty,’ said one
of the equerries, hoping, no doubt,
that a hole might be made for him.
‘Then you may go after him,’said
the king and jogged off to find a
nicer place.”
Most of the household seem to
have taken their cue from their royal
master, but one of the equerries,
Coloneftlwyn, who married Gold
smith’s Jessamy Bride, wentso well
in a famous run in the autumn of
1797 that he was complimented—by
the nimrod of the day, we presume
—upon displaying “more of the gen
uine, unadulterated sportsman than
the effeminate courtier.”
The hounds were from 24 to 26
inches, lemon pyes and black and
white. They could go very fast, we
are told, for half an hour, giving
tongue the while like Big Ben, but
they must soon have sobered down,
for some of the runs seem to have
covered a portentous tract of coun
try. Perhaps none was quite so long
as that famous one in Charles ll’s
reign, when u Swinley deer ran for
70 miles before it was taken near
Lord Petres, in Essex, and the Duke
of York, with the master, Colonel
Graham, was among the few who
lived to the end, but they must have
been long enough,to judge by the
names earned by two of the stags,
Moonshine and Starlight.
The deer were housed in the same
paddooks in Swinley as the deer of
today, and close to them stood the
master’s hunting lodge, when high
jinks used to go on in the old roy
stering, three bottle time. On June
4, the king’s birthday, as Eton boys
know well, the master used to give
a dinner to the farmers and forest
ers, and sometimes the king would
drive over from Windsor and watch
the lads and lasses footing it on the
green in front of the houses. The
building was dismantled and pulled
down in 1821, but the grounds may
still be faintly traced.
The king rode in a light blue coat
with black velvet cuffs, top boots
buckled behind and, after 1786, a
hunting cap. The master wore the
familiar gold belt and couples, but
apparently a green coat faced with
red, something like the hunting coat
of the second empire. The yeoman
prickers wore tho same heavy gold
laced scarlet coats as now’ and car
ried French horns, which they
wound lustily on evei’y conceivable
occasion.
Later on a less noisy but more ef
ficient instrument was added to the
horns. After Mr. Mellish, master of
the Epping forest hounds, had been
robbed and murdered by a highway
man on bis return from hunting a
couple of boys were added to the es
tablishment, each armed with a
brace of horse pistols. When the
run was ended, these pistols were
banded to two of the yeoman prick
ers, whcr.e duty it was to escort his
majesty back to Windsor. —Macmil
lan’s Magazine.
No Use Scrubbiug Him.
During the last Afghan w r ar the
following joke was current through
out the army: The dirtiness of the
Afghan is proverbial, and it is said
that on one occasion General Bob
erts captured a soldier who was so
exceptionally dirty that it was
thought necessary for the safety of
the whole camp that he should be
washed. Two genuinu Tommy At
kinses were told off for this purpose.
They stripped the prisoner and
scrubbed at him for two hours with
formidable brushes and a large
quantity of soft soap. Then they
threw down their brushes in disgust
and went to their captain.
“What is it, rneni”
“Well, sir,” they replied some
what excitedly, “we’vewashed that
’ere Afghan ohap for two hours, but
it warn’t any good. After scrub
bing him, sir, till our arms were like
to break blest if we didn’t come up
on another suit of clothes!”—Lon
don Globe.
HU Success.
“I never had an article accepted,”
he said quietly. “Every man is
born with a desire he cannot grat
ify. It is part of the discipline of
life.”
‘‘But your earnings?” I said.
‘‘The earnings?” he repeated,
with a perplexing smile. “Yes, the
earnings. As I told you, I wrote
thousands of articles, and they were
all rejected—all came back with
printed or written notes of thanks—
notes from all over the world, some
of them very odd, some with well
known names signed to them—a
rare collection. One day I pasted
them in a book; another day I sold
the book.”
“Sold the book?” I exclaimed.
“To a man with an exquisite sense
of humor,” he replied; “a retired
undertaker. What he wanted with
it Ido not know. With the money
he paid me I bought a farm.”—;*
Willis Irwin in Lippinoott’s.
TXBMBi tl.tft) A lIAB.
BROKE THE BANK. ’
The Simple Countryman With Bright
Eyes Hypnotized the Healer.
“Hypnotism is a mysterious thing
that is now claimed to be used by
swindlers and charlatans in their
devilish work as well as by repu
table men of science, but I hav e often
wondered why some shrewd gam
bler has not turned his attention to
hypnotism and used it as a means of
making easy winnings,” said M. O.
Burrill of Chicago, who was discuss
ing “ways that are dark and tricks
that are vain” with a party of trav
eling men at the Planters’.
“The nearest thing to hypnotism
in gambling that I ever saw was five
or six years ago at Grand Forks, N.
D. Quite a commotion was caused
by a stranger, dressed in the garb of
a country merchant, winning at a
single sitting $2,300 in Charley Mar
tin’s gambling rooms. This stranger
in the guise of a country merchant
dropped into Martin’s place and
gazed around at the gamblers. He
appeared to be greatly surprised at
the extent of the gambling that was
going on. I remember him well.
“He was slim, of medium height,
high forehead and bald head. He
was smooth shaven, with eyes deep
ly set and which shone with won
drous brightness. He tried his luck
at various games, with varying suc
cess. Finally he stopped at the rou
lette table and placed $1 on 17. The
little ivory ball spun around a few
times and dropped into 38. He did
not appear to care about gambling
any more and went into the saloon
adjoining. Soon the gamblers began
to go out for lunch, and he returned
to the wheel, where he sat down and
began to play light. The room was
soon oleared of all gamblers except
the man at the wheel. The player
glanced into the man’s face, and his
eyes fairly glistened as meanwhile
he placed money on different num
bers. A few men who had either
gambled their money away or were
out of luck came in and gathered
around the player, seeing that he
was beginning to play high.
“All noticed that the man at the
wheel seemed to be under some
strange influence and appeared to be
acting contrary to his desire. He
would whirl the little ivory marble,
and, regardless of the fact that the
player was losing, he would pay the
bet in the same ratio as if he had
won. The on lookers, of course, had
no sympathy with the gambler, and
they watched in silence. When the
last dollar had been taken from the
drawer, the player thrust the money
before him into his pocket, never
taking his eyes from the wheelman’*
face, and vanished through the door.
That was the last seen of the sup
posedly country merchant.
“The instant the stranger was out
of the room the man who manipu-*
lated the wheel reached his hands to
his head and shuddered. When he
discovered that the till was empty,
he swore that he had been knocked
down and robbed, but he was in
formed by tlie bystanders, among
whom were several well known citi
zens of the town, that such was not
the case. He was told that lie had
been paying off bets for 20 minutel
in a reckless manner and that ha
had not been robbed, but cheated.
“ ‘I don’t know how it was done!
I was hypnotized!’ exclaimed tha
man at the wheel.
“He could not be made to believa
that he was so careless as to give up
about $2,300 unless be bad been put
under some magic spell, and many
of thoee present were firm in the be
lief that the man at the wheel had
really been hypnotized. Anyhow tha
man declared lie would thereaftei
be chary of all men with bright
eyes.”—St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
Glory the Only Fee.
“And now,” said the client as he
was about to leave, “you really
think I have a chance to win?”
“Haven’t you confessed that you
are penniless and haven’t I agreed
to take the case ?” the lawyer asked.
“What do you’ want—an affidavit?”
—Chicago News.
Making Himself Solid.
“Your little Jim seems to be pop
ular with the other small boys.”
“Popular? The other day he ask
ed if he could give each of his boy
friends an apple, and when I came
down stairs the entire barrelful was
gone.”—Detroit Free Press.
Much Hotter.
“Why, a woman can’t find her
own pocket!”
“What of that? She can find a
man’s!”—Detroit Journal.
Their lilffereat Way*.
A woman always judges a man
by his voice, and a man judges him
by his necktie.—Pearson 1 s Weekly.
Your friends may smile
But that tired feeling
Means danger. It
Indicates impoverished
And impure blood.
This condition may
Lead to serious illness.
It should be promptly
Overcome by taking
Hood’s Sarsaparilla,
Which purifies and
Enriches the blood,
Strengthens the nerves,
Tones the stomach,
Creates an appetite,
And builds up,
Energizes and vitalizes
The whole system.
Be sure to get
Only Head'*
NO. 31.