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Oh U 5*5 2 CO o o a Z !T & > m a Yol. xn. s. V m h t Mill VIRGINIA COLLEGE , for Young' Ladies, Roanoke, Ya. Opens Sept. 12tlj. 18>9. One of the leading schools for young ladies in the South. Magflir cent huildi gs, all modern improvements. <’am- •pus ten acres. Grand mountain scenery in val- %leyofVa American M teachers. famed for Full *• faith. European and course. Superior ad¬ vantages in Art and Music. Students from twenty-seven States. For catalog address the President, Mattie P. Harris, Roanoke. Virginia. PAKKEK’S HAS a BALSAM Cleanses and beautifies the hair. Promotes & luxuriant growth, i Never Fails to Ite store Gray Hair to its Youthful Color. Cures scalp ndQh diseases ^^Dru^lrta & hair falling. COCtn W ^ •Sk. Write for the free booklet: “ Merry Rhymes for Thirsty Times.” Hires Eootfeeer time Is here THE CHARLES E. HIRES CO., Philadelphia, Pa. Makers of Hires Condensed Milk. —• lies 'at;-' Its Die off Bee;), Clean blood means a clean skin. No beauty clean without blood it. ’< 'aiscarets, and keep Candy clean, Cathar¬ by tic year it stirring up the lazy liver and driving ail im¬ purities from the 1 odv Begin to-day to banish jam ides, boils, blotches, blackheads, and that sickly bilious complexion by tailing Cascaret: . -beauty for tea vents. All drug¬ gists, saiiokc-tion guaranteed, 10c, 25c,oOe, C OTTON is and will con¬ tinue to be the money crop of the South. The planter who gets the most cot¬ ton from a given area at the least Gost, is the one who makes the most! money. Good culti¬ vation, suitable rotation, and liberal use ot fertilizers con¬ taining at least 3% actual in* rotasti 4 $ will insure the largest yield. \V>: will aend Free, upon application, ummiols that will inter; r,; . v-.ry •= -i nf the South. QF.RHAN KALI VOIGTS, OS fiattn '4 St., Mew York. PIMPLES “Jlfwlfo liad pimples on her fare, but she has been taking CASCARETS and they have all disappeared. I had been troubled with constipation for some time, but after tak¬ ing the first Cascaret I have had no trouble with this ailment. We cannot speak too high¬ ly of Cascarets." Germantown^.ve., »sed Wabtman, 6708 Philadelphia .Pa. eSSKie - wmmm TRADE MAUK PEOISTERED ^SSEEHigS^^ Pleasant, Palatable. Potent, Taste Good. Do Qood, Never Sicken, Weaken, or Gripe, 10c, 26c, 60c. ... CURE CONSTIPATION. ... Btcrlfar Remedj Ccaptay, Chieaf*, Mealrtal, M«w York. 314 MO-TO-BAC How Are Tour Kidney, t Dr. Hobbs' Sparapis Pillscureatl Sidney tils. Sam- Public Statement From A Public Man 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/’ VV. H. Ouley, Ex-Secretary of State. ; : •« ! I Vi «■ fchkjjjjftl lG ■ m Eon. W. H. Ohley. Pe-ru-na ha" cured thousands of ob- Btinate cases of catarrh, and is perhaps the only efficient remedy in existence for catarrhal diseases; but there arc countless multitudes of people who are still struggling with catarrh and need help. To such as these the unqualified recommendation of Pe-ru-na by Ex- Secretary Chlcy is directed. Pe- ru-na is scientific and purely vegetable. All druggists soli it. 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. **« *•. q. i* v q. v v •!••!■ •!'• v •!• v v T- •BiMSHBH * V * ❖ * How an Officer Proved That v * Love Is Blind. * * •S* »Ji q. q. y q- •[- q* q. q. q* q* q- q- *1* -!■ q* 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.” ^ w Rosa of !>nne a fora. I A f * t I A Story Beg .tr. tya Father and i Er.ueci by a Daughter. t •'**I- - 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 •{ - “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 Don’t Stop taking Scott’s Emulsion be¬ cause lt’s warm weather. * Keep taking it until you are cured. and I It will heal your lungs , give you rich blood in sum- mer as in winter. It’s cod liver oil made easy. 50c. and $ I. All druggists. Sof Uk 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 she could not live to have another child as she came near dying so many times. She tried Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription and it did wonders for her. had nice boy weighing eleven “This pounds: s pring she she got through a before could we get anyone there. I was afraid she would not five. We cried for joy when we saw how praise nicely she got along. I cannot say enough in ot your ' Favorite Prescriptiotf.' medicine before. I never I sent hope a recommendation of a for all women will try It. May God bless you the good you have done." Any woman may write to R. V. Pierce, M. D., of Buffalo, N. Y., in absolute confi¬ dence. Her communication will be thor¬ oughly and earnestly considered and she will receive sound, professional, fatherly advice (in a plain sealed envelope) free of charge.