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Eton. W. II. Oliloy, Ex-Secrctnry of State of
West Virginia, writes an open letter.
Charleston, XV. Va., Mar. 9,1S98.
To \whom it may concern :
“I mostheartily recommend Pc-ru-aa
as of great benefit in cases of catarrh,
It is especially beneficial wherever the
mucous membranes are affected. Asa
tonic it cerUiniy lms no superior/’
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the only efficient remedy in existence
for catarrhal diseases; but there arc
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still struggling with catarrh and need
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THE WOOD LILY.
Within the forest’s meadow bordered hem,
Poising:, light lilted, ‘Mom* on a single st.-ni;
In lonely beauty, s seen wi.h more
Than three companions at Use forest door;
I hail thee as a messenger' ot grace
Sent to enliven sunk S3 wold and space.
Slim petaied wonder of a race too few;
Shy cousin of that tossing retinue
Which top with splendor the tall mallow grass.
Jocund are they with all the sprites that pass—
Boe, bird and zephyr. Rut thon^n/scst alone
To brighten hero tin? v/ood’e u:E-l#.yeou3 zone.
Looking the dense roofed forest op find down,
■Nothing seems more Imperial than thy crown;
ATis jr fr.r fr^in kr.'-.'A or nw^4 , ‘' v
Never uplifted with c; ol, firufifing pride,
But comes, in ill] its glorious garb arrayed,
Beauty’s evangel to the gloom and shade.
— 1 Jofl Benton in Harper’s Weekly.
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The silent stars looked down through
a clear, still night upon a host of sleep¬
ing men. The brigade bad advanced
by forced marches and now lay within
two miles of the dervish camp. To¬
morrow’s dawn would see the assault.
Two officers stood together talking in
low whispers, for it was of the utmost
importance that the enemy should be
taken by surprise, and the orders as to
silence were strict. ,
“Buck up, old chap, you’ll come
through all right. And if not, what
does it amount to? You’ve got no wo¬
men folk to bother about.”
“No, thank heaven. It is in times
like this that one is glad never to have
married—Hke poor old Harc-ourt.”
/ “tvliy poor.'”
I was thinking of his wife. I should
not care to be tied to an ugly woman
myself.”
“That’s all rot, Hamilton,” retorted
the other. “I don’t believe it matters
a row of pins, so long, of course, as
she isn't repulsive or underbred.”
“Think so?”
“Yes. The most unlikely women
sometimes attract most.”
“Well, old chap, I’m precious thank¬
ful I’ve no thoughts of woman to both¬
er me tonight. I shall try for a lead
tomorrow, even if I have got the
route. We’ve a good chance of being
first into the zareba.”
“We will give you a race for it, any¬
how. But we’d better try and get a
sleep, for this awful heat takes it out
of a fellow.”
The two went to their separate posts.
And as he lay sleepless tho thoughts
came to Hamilton that It was some¬
what lonesome to think that no wom¬
an’s, eyes would fill at the news of his
death; and he looked upward at the
stars above him, wondering where his
soul would be tomorrow.
The shadow of death lay upon him,
as at times it does upon the bravest
soldier; he would fight none the worse
for it in the morning.
The sun had risen.
In the previous short half hour of
dawn the assault had been delivered,
the dervish forces had been driven
from their intrenchments and now
the black, grinning “Glppys” were
fraternizing and triumphing with their
laughing and chaffing white comrades.
Backward, across the half mile of
plain, the surgeons were busy. Away
to the southward could be heard the
sounds of pursuit as the British offi¬
cers chased the flying Baggara.
34 , 1891 ).
A fluid hospital at the front is not a
plfnssnt place, neither can it be de¬
scribed In cold black and white. War
correspondents, as readers of the
dailies have no doubt noticed, judi¬
ciously avoid more than the merest
mention of such places.
There were some ghastly cases, and
both surgeons and assistants had been
worked hard. But the pressure was
over and at last there was time to at-
tend to the wcnails which were
deadly \
-Mow. Hamilton, let’s see." said
Surgeon Major Murphy, , , approaching ,
an officer who lay motionless on
stretcher—who had so lain half an
hour at least. The doctor looked his
patient over, gave it low whistle and
beckoned to one of the orderlies who
at that moment turned his head.
"Look, see, Dawkins, here’s a bad
case! He must go back to the hos¬
pital.”
"Bad as that, doctor?" asked the mo-
tlonless man faintly,
"’Tis so. Now you keep quiet.”
Lieutenant Hamilton had .been to-
tally blinded by the explosion of a
shell in an earthwork as, well in front,
he was leading his company. He was
to the rear—to hospital——and Sis¬
ter May was given charge of him.
Ha had not much pain, only he was
blind. Treatment appeared to have no
effect ou this. U seurned likely to be
a long business. The days began to
hang heavily. Then “came the old
story, “I^ova in idleness.”
Hospital sisters do not cease to be
women when they take up their work.
Bister May was just as susceptible to
love as though she bad been a silly
young tiling of IS. though, in fact, she
was ten years older. And be? Pity
being akin to love the recipient of pity
runs a double risk. Her voice was soft
and musical, her touch was soothing,
her care of him seemed first motherly,
then sisterly, and then-
go it was that by easy stages they
drifted into that strange attraction
which the world calls “love.”
And her one fear was that some day
he might see again. The surgeon said
it was just possible and was advising
a consultation with the world famed
Professor Augenwirte of Glaefratli.
She prayed against that possibility, for
in her own eyes she was plain—nay,
mouth and prominent teeth, her irreg-
ular rRseo r.r.d si! the fan eld d Inirc-rfi-•
tlons of her face mattered little; for
her large gray eyes were soft and full
of animation, her skin was like vel¬
vet, her figure and carriage perfect.
But, womanlike, she could only dwell
upon her facial defects and was full of
apprehension lest some day his sight
should be restored, and, seeing her fea¬
tures, he should loathe her.
Her cousin Kate, a sister nurse, see¬
ing how things tended, chaffed her
unmercifully.
“Now, May, I thought you had long
ago sacrificed your life to nursing; and
yet the first good looking young lieu¬
tenant”—
“He will always want nursing,
Kate,” she faltered in excuse.
“Ah! but suppose Dr. Haggerty is
right and his sight comes back. He
won’t want a liy nursing then.”
Sister May did not answer.
A week later Hamilton left the hos¬
pital for Graefratb full of hope. The
night previous to his departure they
came to au indefinite understanding,
and though she would not give an un-
answer to his pleadings, she
had not the courage to stop him alto¬
gether. In recklessness she allowed
herself to drink in the sweets of his
passionate words; they would at any
rate be a lifelong remembrance, oven
though on his return he should cast
i ler 0 ff
The operation was successful beyond
Ills hopes, and iu a few weeks lie was
rushing llack to His love—eyes shaded,
it is true, but with the certainty that
in a short time his sight would be fully
restored.
“I want to see Miss Johnstone,” he
said to tho orderly at the hospital en¬
trance.
“Miss Johnstone, sir? Which?”
“Why, the nurse.”
“Yes, sir; but there’s two of them.”
“Well—er—she’s very good looking.
I did ndt know there were two.”
“Oh, yes, sir; there’s two. But l
know the one you mean now.”
And he was shown into the waiting
room.
“Gentleman wants me? Who can
it”— Then the door opened, lie start¬
ed forward.
, “My love!” he whispered. “1 knew
you were beautiful. I have come back
to claim you.”
Sister Kate drew back startled. For
the moment siie could not imagine who
this man with the shade over his eyes
could be. In that moment he had
drawn her to him and was wihlJy
pouring out his love.
In that moment also the door again
opened, and Sister May, looking iu,
saw all.
She faltered and stepped back, the
beating of her heart choking her for
the minute.
“Stop, sir!" said Ifate, regaining her
senses. “You must be Mr. Hamilton?”
“Yes,” he answered, amazed, releas¬
ing her.
This frivolous little voice was not
that of his love. This overfrizzed
hair, these shallow eyes were not
beautiful at the mjotid glance. What
had he Hone?
“Are you not Ml* .Johnstone?”
“Yes. Kate John tone.*’
“Kate? And is y< ir sister”—
“Cousin.”
“Is she not here?
“Yes.” said K with a smile.
“Stay here. I w *eh her.”
"Why, May, you lure ’ she whis-
pored, wondering”if on finding 1: , at the threshold
and ie hud seen or
heard “Here i Mr. Hamilton.
Come!"
“No, never! I v Ilyttcver see him!”
she p !inte ,i t,etwee her heart beats
“Nonsense! He is come back on
p Urpo se for you, a id his eyes are all
i-mpf.”
"Yes, and lie exj jets to see a pretty
girl like you!” retc jpd han’t May bitterly.
“Look here, Ms. fedfe! bo a fool! Go
in. He is waiting
But Hamilton h.t thready grown im¬
patient. The doo f fjfflened, -97 and he saw
them both.
“Here she is,” said Kate.
“All!” he said. | \
Sister May loct’n, '""i, trembling,
“Are you May , my d*ar
nurse?” he aske® , aico full of
tenderness anil lov »
“Yes,” she whla,.*,* dlsMfeariM;
Kate had they were
alone.
“My darling, I 1 • (tome for you,"
he said.
“But—you can n now7”
She looked up riteklesBly, and their
eyes met.
“Yes, thank God I can seo my love!”
Then she sun-endend herself.—
Cleveland Herald
LARKS.
All day In e.vq'. ite air
The song cion, I invisible “tatr.
Flight on flight, story on glory,
Into tiie dazzling glory.
There was glory,’combing no > only a-singing.
Up in the and ringing.
Like a small gr jden earth cloud at even,
Trembling ’twist and heaven.
I saw no staircise, winding, winding,
Up in the d izr , sapphire and blinding.
Yet round liy -tin i, in exquisite air,
The song went tty. -hr ■ air.
—Katharine Tynan in he V ind in the Trees.”
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The castle of Taunenburg was like
all castles of its time, strongly forti¬
fied and surrounded by high wails and
a deep moat. Iu au upper room, one
warm summer day, Rosa and her fa¬
ther sat together. The knight ltad just
come borne from the wars, badly
wounded, and Rosa, a fair haired girl
of IT, sat by him working over her
gayly colored tapestry.
“Father,” she said, “telfTne the story
of how you got the chain round your
neck.”
Rosa had beard the story a hundred
times before now, but she never, tired
of hearing it any more than the old
knight of telling-lit. 5 •{
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“When I was a page at court,” began
the knight, striking bis long, gray
beard, “a great tournament was given
In honor of a French prince who came
to visit the emperor. There I saw your
mother for the I rst time, and so lovely
was site that sir was elected to be the
queen of beauty and was to give the
prize, loved a golden from <jhn!n, tfic moment to the I victor. her. I
her saw
and her beauty ATT)* me such strength
and daring that ; efme out first in the
games, much t e chagrin of the
young baron of Odenwald, who op¬
posed me fierce Y in the tourney. Ife
was, like m.v. cl . a suitor for the hand
of the queen o; i > tauty, and when I
finally won her for my bride he swore
that ho would have revenge on me.”
“But,” interrupted Rosa, “his castle
Is only 35 miles from us, and he has
done us no ham yet.”
“Yes,” answered her father; "that
was many years ego, and he has cow
a young wife and two children, but
•he still hates me in bitterly, courtyard and”— inter¬
A loud clamor the
rupted the story, and on looking out of
the window to their consternation they
saw the very man they were speaking
of, the baron of Odenwald, and liis
soldiers marching up to the castle
doors. The knight's soldiers were still
at the wars, and few old men left
to guard the castle had been easily
overpowered lu the fierce baron.
Itosti screamed with terror. She
heard the tramp of armed feet coming
up the stairs. Iu came the haughty
baron of Oilernvald and ordered bis
men to bind and carry off the wounded
and helpless knight of Taunenburg. In
vain were Rosa's tears and prayers.
ThcAunfortunate knight was hurried
off, Rosa turned out of the castle,
which was footed and then locked up,
and the poor girl left weeping and
disconsolate.
All night she wandered through the
dark pine forest till she came to a
charcoal burner’s hut, where she was
taken in and kindly treated. Days
passed by, and Rosa longed to see her
father once more and perhaps help
him to escape. Accordingly one day
she stained her face with brown berry
Juice, changed her own pretty dress
t° r a ptxwmut’s coarse cotton gown,
and witli a large basket of mushrooms
Dii her arm started off for the castle
of Oden wait!
The sentinel, seeing only a
little peasant girl, let her pass over
the drawbridge and through the cas-
tie gates. She walked up to the por¬
ter’s lodge, where t!.•. potter’s wife
stood In the doorway scolding her
children. The it .on of Odenwald was
extremely fond «Jf mushroom ;, ami the
basketful was soon bought and paid
for by the porter’s wife.
“Win you not stay with me and help
me look after the children and cook
the food for the prisoners?” she asked
after a few moments’ chat with Rosa.
“If need a young, strong girl tike you,
and 1 will give you a new dress every
year if you will stay.”
Itosa accepted the offer eagerly, and
her duties, none too light, began that
very day. She had to light the tire in
the morning, dress the children, help
the porter’s wife cook the most un¬
savory soup for the prisoners of the
castle and do many things. One day
the porter came to his wife and takl
her that lie was obliged to go away
with the baron for some days and that
she would have to take the prisoners’
food to them besides cooking it.
“No, indeed,” replied his wife.
“There are murderers and thieves in
those cells, and I will not go near
them.”
‘ Let me go,” begged Rosa. "X will
do it for you.”
“Yery well,” said the porter, rather
surprised at her request; “come with
me and I will show you how to unlock
the doors.”
Together they -went down a winding
flight of stone steps, opened a door
heavily bolted and barred and down a
long, dark corridor dimly lighted by
the porter’s lantern. On one side were
small stone cells, behind whose iron
gratings wild,. cruel faces gleamed in
the light of the passing lantern. Hid¬
eous oaths and fearful laughter follow¬
ed them, and Rosa shrank, frightened,
to the porter’s side.
“Do you fear them?” he said. “They
cannot possibly escape. This man, how¬
ever, is good and gentle, and you can
go right into his cell.” He stopped in
front, of one of the gratings and held
up his lantern. Rosa’s heart beat fast
and loud. There on a wretched heap
of straw lay her father, asleep, pale
and emaciated. She'' longed to call to
him. b»j+ rcmomb.ji/.' I that .inFthcy sUl} must be
silent before the porter, left
him sleeping and walked hack through
the long corridor, bolting the heavy
door behind them.
’flic next day Rosa took into the pris¬
oners the bowls of unappetizing sonp,
pushed one under every grating and,
finally came to her father's cell. Un¬
locking his door, she pushed in and
knelt by the sick man's side. “Father!
father!” she cried. “Rosa!” exclaimed
the knight, recognizing his daughter in
spite of the brown stain and rough
dress. He took her in ids arms and
together they wept over their terrible
misfortunes. Then Rosa told her fa¬
ther all her adventures since she had
been carried off, until the sound of the
great bell of the ensile, coining dim
and muffled through the thick dungeon
walls, warned her that it was time to
go back to the porter’s wife.
Twice every day Rosa brought food
to the prisoners and thus saw her fa
they. Escape, however, was not possi¬
ble. The walls wore too well guarded,
and as the Rays slipped by the poor
knight grew worse and Rosa despaired.
One morning the castle was filled
with not and busy 1 an t. The
news that the baron was to return that
evening with a large company of
guests flew from mouth to mouth. So
excited were they all that the nurse¬
maid forgot her precious charges, the
baron’s two little sous, who were play¬
ing in the courtyard while she gossiped
with tiie scullery maid over the com¬
ing event.
A bright blue and yellow butterfly
flew across the yard and away went
the two children after if. The butter¬
fly settled for a moment on the edge
of the bucket dangling over the
well. The eldest of the children
clambered up, stretched out his
little hand to reach the gay plaything,
lost his balance and fell in. The bar
oness at the window saw and fainted
at the sight. Men and maids rushed
up, and among them Rosa. Down in
tlio dismal depths of the well they
peered and saw that the little fellow’s-
coat had caught on a sharp stone pro
jecting half way down the well. Rosa
saw that the coat was already begin¬
ning to tear, that there was no time to
be lost, and, jumping Into the bucket,
told the men to let her down gently
till she reached the boy. Soon the
child was safe in her arms and the
bucket, with its occupants, carefully
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brought up to the nwn'.i of tlm well,
It was not. many hours after that the
Baron of Odenwald, sitting in the
great hall of the castle with ills guests.
heard the story of his son's narrow es¬
cape from death and Uosa’s plucky
act.
“Bring the girl hero!" So ootntnanrt-
cd and Uqsa was brought in. her
rough peasant dress contrasting with
the gay costumes of the knights and
ladles in the hall,
"Girl,” said the baron, “you saved
my son’s life. Ask what you will of
me and I will give It to you.”
“Baron of Odenwald.” answered
Itosa boldly, “there is one favor 1 will
nsk of you. Give up your prisoner,
the knight of Taunenburg, to me.”
“No, no! Not that!” frowned the
baron.
A murmur went around the hall
from the guests, “Your word, your
honor!” and the baron turned pale
with chagrin and rage. By his order
the wounded knight was brought up
from the dungeon. Astonished and al¬
most b’kidcd by the bright light, he
gazed around him, while Rosa quietly
put her hand In his.
“My daughter, what docs this
mean ?”
“His daughter!" murmured the
guests once more.
The whole story then came out. A
reconciliation was effected between
the knight and the baron and the prop¬
erty of the former restored to him.
Some days later Rosa and her father
sat together in an upper chamber of
the castle, the knight with the glow of
returning health 011 Ids face, Rosa In
n pretty little silk gown and the brown
berry stain completely disappeared.
“Father,” said Rosa, "this is a hap¬
py ending after all to the story of the
golden chain.”
“Yes, dear,” answered her father.
“I began the story, but it was my
brave little daughter who brought it to
this happy termination.”—Pittsburg
Press.
Stateof Ohio, City ofToledo, I
Lucas County. j S3.
Fuank J. Chaney makes oath that he
is the senior partner of tl- e iirm of F. J,
Cheney & Co., doing business in the City
of Toledo, County and State aforesaid,
and tliat said firm will pay the sum of
One Hundred Dollars for each and
every case of Catarrh that cannot bo
cured by the use of Haul’s Catarrh
Cube. FRANK J. CHENEY.
Sworn to before roe and subscribed in
my preittlne'e, 1^8(1. this fltli day of lweeniber,
A. D. A
A. XV. GLEASON,
Seal
Notary Public.
Hall’s Catarrh Cure is taken internally
and acts directly on the blood and mu¬
cous surfaces of the system. Send for
testimonials, free. Co., Toledo, O.
F. J, Cheney *
Sold by Druggists, 75c.
Hall’s Family Fills are the best.
Fire is an essential in some wi-qaing
celebrations, In Persia the service Is
read in front of a fire, In Nicaragua
the priest, taking the couple each by
the little finger, leads them to an
apartment where a fire is lighted and
there instructs the bride in her duties,
extinguishing it by way of conclusion.
In Japan the woman kindles a torch,
and the bridegroom lights one from it,
the playthings of the Wife being
burnt then anil there.
ft of & "> Poet I e« I.
“She hits a complexion like a tinted
china cup.”
“Yes. It’s it beautiful mug.”—Cleve¬
land Plain Dealer.
SENSITIVE!
WOMAN.
SSP | \ \ wonderful There little is a
V ^•■1
\ tropical mimosa plant,
», pi the or
m (sensitive it is palled. plant
! ■C<W fas
\r ' ! The curious
tiling about it
is that if you
pinch of the any part
root or
tiie stem, all
Ms. tiie delicate lit¬
tle branches
my and fragile will curl
m leaves
up and shrink
together as if
they had been
blighted with a
sudden frost.
^ J® Woman’s
delicate and
sensitive or¬
^ r5 T' ganism is re-
mark a! >1 y like this little plant, If the
very roots of a woman’s life are injured
or diseased, her whole being suffers, both
physical and mental. She shrinks with¬
in herself and covers up best her sufferings
enduring all in silence as she may.
" My son s wife Had been for years a great
sufferer; all broken down and very weak and
nervous," says Mrs. Betsey M. White, of Stony-
creck, Warren Co., N. Y. “She was troubled
with all the pains and aches one so slender could
endure. She took everythiug in vain. she heard doctors of, hop¬ said
ing to get help, but The
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