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THE HENRY (BOUNTY WEEKLY
VOL XXII.
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yellow appearance of the Skin and Eyes, a dry
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Sometimes many o£ these : Diploma attend
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is generally the seat of the disease, and if not
Regulated in time, great suffering, wretched
ness and DIiATM will e nstie.
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Gen. W. S. Holt, Pres. Oa. S. W. R. R. Co.; Rev.
1. R. Felder, Perry, Ga.; Col. & lv. .Sparks, Al
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Ga.; Hon. Alexander H. Stephens.
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Telegraph and Messenger, Macon, Ga.
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from the tflst a. m. till the last ot each
month.
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DENTIST,
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commodated either liy calling on me in per
son or addressing me through the mails.
Terms cash, unless special arrangements
ire otherwise made.
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PHYSICIAN & SURGEON,
McDonough, Ga.
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Cols. Bryan and Dicken.
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McDonough, Ga.
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Special attention given to commercial and
other collect ions. Wilt attend all tne Courts
At Hampton regularly. Office upstairs over
The Weekly office.
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* ATTORNEY AT LAW,
McDonough, Ga.
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ing the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court of
Georgia and the United States District
Court. janl-ly
y A SI'EPHEJIS,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
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MY SWEETHEART, MY WIFE.
How shall 1 love you ? I dream all lav,
Dear, of a tenderer, sweeter way;
Song that I sing to you, words that I sav,
Pl ayers that are voiceless on lips that would
pray;
These may not tell of the lova of my life,
Oh, how shall 1 love you, my sweethoac, my
wife!
How shall 1 love you ‘t Love is the bread
Of lilh to a woman—the white and the red,
Ot all the world’s roses, the light that is
shed
On all the world’s pathways, till life shall
he dead;
The star in the storm and the strength in
the strife;
How shall 1 love you, my sweetheart, my
wife!
Is there a burden your heart must bear,
I shall kneel lowly and lift it, dear;
Is there a thorn in th 6 crown that you wear?
Let it hide in my heart till a rose blossoms
there!
For grief or ror glory—for death or for life,
So shall I love you, my sweetheart, my
wife!
Two Incidents.
Rev. J. D. Winchester, pastor of the
Third Baptist church iu Atlanta, says
the Journal, had an experience at one
time almost identical with that of Rev.
Charles Wesley, which suggested to
to him that old familiar song, “Jesus,
Lover of My Soul.”
The story, of course is well known
to all, but it will bear repetition.
Mr. Wesley was sitting near his
open window when a little bird, pur
sued by a hawk, darted into his room,
where it Dostled with heating heart,
safe fiom the cruel talons of the
enemy.
To the poetic mind of Mr. Wesley
the incident was a beautiful one, and
when the bird had beon rescued and
liberated he wrote:
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom By,
While the nearer waters roll,
W hile the tempest still is high.
Hide me, oh, my Savior hide,
Till the storms of life be past,
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last.
Mr. Winchester was preaching one
Sunday night iu summer, when the
windows of the church were open. A
storm arose and the wind was blowing
with great velocity. Suddenly a little
bird, torn from its resting place by the
wind, fluttered in through the window
and clung to the preacher’s vest, just
under his coat. Few people noticed
the bird, and without stopping, Mr.
winchester buttoned his coat carefully
aud continued bis sermon. He shook
hands with many of the congregation
after the sermon without harming the
bird, aud did not release it until his
room was reached.
The bird perched upon the mantle,
where it remained until morning, aud
then the window was opened aud with
a glad cty the little stranger flew out
into the freedom of the sunshiue.
Where Woman’s Time Goes.
Under this head the Chicago Trib
buue gives the following list of duties
performed, which will not strike any
woman as being anything unusual in
the way of accomplishment:
“Please state to the court exactly
what you did betweeu eight and nine
o’clock on Wednesday morning,” said
a lawyer to a delicate looking woman
on the witness stand.
“Well,” she said, after a moment’s
reflection, “I washed my two children
and got them ready for school, and
sewed a button on Johnny's coat and
mended a slit in Nellie’s dress. Then
I tidied up my sitting room and made
two beds and watered my house plants
and glanced over the morning paper.
Then I dusted my parlor and set things
to rights in it, and washed some lamp
chimneys and conabed my baby’s bair,
and sewed a button on one of her little
shoes, and then I swept out my front
entry, and brushed and put away the
children’s Sunday clothes, and wrote a
note to Johnny’s teacher asking her to
excuse him for not being at school on
Friday. Then I fed my canary bird,
and gave the grocery mao an order,
and swept off the back porch, and then
I sat down aud rested a few minutes
before the clock struck nine. That’s
all ”
“All!” said the dazed lawyer.
“Excuse me, judge; I must get my
breath before I call the next witness.”
The Whole Story.
Of the great sales attained and great
cures accomplished by Hood’s Sarsapa
rill ais quickly told. It purifies and
enriches the blood, tones the stomach
and gives strength and vigor. Disease
cannot enter the system fortified by
the rich, red blood which comes by
taking Hood’s Sarsaparilla.
Hood’s Pills cure nausea, sickbead
ache, indigestion, biliousness. All
I druggists. 25c.
McDonough, ga., Friday February 1897.
Beecher Floored Ingersol.
The following apt story of the late
Henry Ward Beecher is going the
rounds of the religious press:
C-J, ! ngersoll was thrown one day
I into the society of Henry Ward Beech
■ er. There were four or five gentle
' into present, all of whom were promi
uent iu the world of brains. A varie
ty of topics were discussed with decided
brilliancy, but no allusion to religion.
The distinguished infidel was, of course,
too polite to introduce the subject him
self, but one of the party dually decid
ed to see a tilt between Bob and Beech
er, made a playful remark about Col
ouel lugersoll’s idiosyncracy, as he
termed it. The colonel at once de
fended his views iu his usual apt rheto
ric; in fact, he waxed eloquent. He
was replied to by several gentlemen in
very effective repartee. Contrary to
.he expectations of all, Mr. Beecher
remained an abstracted listener, aud
said not a word. The gentleman who
introduced the topic with the hope that
■Mr. Beecher would answer Colonel
Ingersoll, at last remarked:
“Mr. Beecher, have you nothing to
say on this question?”
The old man slowly lifted himself
from his attitude aud replied:
“Nothing. Iu fact, if you will ex
cuse me for changing the conversation,
I will say that while you gentlemen
were talking, my mind was bent on a
most deplorable spectacle which I wit
nessed today.”
“What was it?” at once inquired
Colonel lugersoll, who, notwithstand
iug his peculiar views of the hereafter,
is noted for his kindness of heart.
“Why,” said Mr. Beecher, “as I was
walking down town to day 1 saw a
poor lame man with crutches slowly
and carefully p'cking his way through
a cesspool of mud in the endeavor to
cross the street. He had just reached
the middle of the filth when a big, bur
lv ruffian, himself all bespattered, rush
ed up to him, jerked the crutches fiom
uuder the uufortuuate man, and left
him sprawling and helpless in the pool
of liquid dtrt, which almost engulfed
bim.”
“What a brute he was!” said the
colonel.
“What a brute he was!” they all
echoed.
“Yes,” said the old man rising from
his chair and brushiug back his long
white hair, while his eyes glittered with
their old time fire as he bent them on
Ingersoll, “yes Colonel Ingersoll, and
you are the man. The human soul is
lame, but Christianity gives it crutches
to enable it to pass the highway of life.
It is your teachings that knock these
crutches from uuder it and leave it a
helpless and rudderless wreck iu the
slough of despond. If robbing the hu
man soul of its support on this earth—
religion—be your profession, why, ply
it to your heart's content. It requires
an architect to erect a building, an in
cendiary may reduce it to ashes.”
The old man sat down, and silence
brooded over the scene. Colonel In
gersoll found that he had a master in
his own power of illustration and said
nothing. The company took their hats
and departed.
For more than a hundred years the
Shakers have been studying the reme
dial properties of plants. They have
made many discoveries, bat their great
est achievement was made last year.
It is a cordial that contains already
digested food and is a digester of food.
It is effective in removing distress after
eating, and creates an appetite for more
food so that eating becomes pleasure.
Pale, thin people become plump and
healthy under its use. It arrests the
wasting of consumption.
There never has been such a step
forward in the cure of indigestion as
this Shaker Digestive Cordial. Your
druggist will be glad to give you a lit
tle book descriptive of the product.
1 ■ - •
Give the babies Laxol, wbicb is Cas
tor Oil made as palatable as honey.
J. R. Carmichael of Jackson informs
us that he has sold 25 per cent more
Jackson buggies the past year, than
any previous year of his business; and
that the demand for these celebrated
buggies is steadily increasing. He be
gins the uew year with renewed energy,
and the largest force of mechanics that
he ever commenced a new year with,
I and with the determination to build
more Jackson buggies than ever before,
and if possible to build them better,
j He not only keeps in bis repository the
j Celebrated Jackson Buggy, but all
grades of medium price work. So if
you need auything on wheels, you can
find it at J. R. Carmichael’s Carnage
Factory, Jackson, Ga.
OAITORIA.
Practical Housekeeping.
“Mary, this coffee is unusually mud
dy,” exclaimed her husband, Henry
Hussey, vigorously stirring at the same
time the contents of the cup before
him.
Seated with them around the care
fully set breakfast table was Mrs. Co
nant, Henry Hussey’s only sister.
At her husband’s remark, young
Mrs. Hussey flushed visibly.
“Perhaps you got some of the
grouuds, dear. Let me give you an
other cup.”
“No, I’ll make this do now—proba
bly ’tis all just alike. I’d give a good
deal to have a cup of mother’s coffee
this morn iug. Hers is what you can
call coffee; isn’t it, Belle?” addressing
bis sister.
“No more than this, I think,” re
proved his sister quietly.
After the hall door closed, and her
brother had entered a “down town
car,” Mrs. Conant remarked thought
fully:
“Mary.”
“Yes,” responded her sister in law
inquiringly.
. “Is Henry accustomed to find fault
with your cooking by making that
odious comparison?”
“Sometimes,” returned Mary, reluc
tantly.
“ ’Tis just as I thought, Mary. But
I have a scheme that will put a stop, I
haven’t a doubt, to his disagreeable
habit before it be comes chronic.”
“What,” said Mary, wonderiugly.
“Nothing harmful, I hope.” she cun
tinued, laughing.
‘'Perfectly harmless, but a sure cure,”
replied her sister. “Mother is the oue
to administer the medicine, and she
always believes in giving good doses.”
“I think I don’t understand, Belle.”
“Why ’tis just this—you know
mother is comiug next week to keep
house for you, while you attend the
musical convention. Now my scheme
is to have mother give Henry enough
of her cooking to satisfy him—of course
for the time being cooking will be a
lost art with her. You must leave a
fow choice bits which mother must
sandwich in with her just for
contrast.” Ll
“Do you presume mother, will agree
to any such thing?” asked Mary.
“Certainly, aud be delighted over
the idea. It’s an extreme case of
necessity, Mary.”
Mrs. Conant noticed during the next
few days how often her brother refor
red to bis mother’s way—which was iu
every iustance superior to that of bis
wife’s—of cooking this or that dish.
“He’ll appreciate Mary when she
gets back, I know,” she thought.
The elder Mrs. Hussey entered with
spirit into her daughter’s plan.
“I haven’t forgotten my own exper
ience,” she declared. I have an idea,
Mary, Henry won’t want my cooking
again in a hurry,” she added resolute
>y-
The next morning after Mary left,
her husband fonnd the coffee for break
fast only lukewarm, and the graham
rolls baked to a hard brown.
“Mother didn’t use to cook this way,”
was his mental soliloquy.
He seemed not to relish his break
fast, and ate orly the inside of the rolls,
laying the crusts by his plate. He
sipped his coffee once, twice; looked
across the table, and then poured out a
glass of milk.
“I thought you liked the crusts of
my rolls,” suggested Mrs. Hussey, as
she watched her sou place the fourth
crust in the bone dish. “I made these
purposely for you—aud took great
pains with them,” she houestly added.
“I hope you are not feeling ill. That
reminds me, Mary left some excellent
currant jelly in the closet; let me get
you some.”
Henry made no remoustance, and
helped himself twice to the tempting
delicacy.
“Mary’s a natural housekeeper, I
think, Henry. You were certainly
very fortnuate in getting such a capa
ble wife.”
“She’s one in a thousand,” declared
Henry warmly.
That noon, as was his custom, he
took his lunch at a “down town” res
taurant. He came homo to his
usual six o’clock dinner, worn out with
the extra hard work of the day.
Though Mrs Hussey declared that
she had taken unusual care in prepar
ing her son’s dinner, he left his po'ato
untouched as it was hardly more than
half done, while the juice was entirely
cooked oat of the roast.
“Have some cake, Henry?” asked
his mother in a disappointed tone, as
she passed a plate of froit cake towards
him. “Mary left a loaf, she said you
were particularly fond of it, as though
I didn’t remember how my fruit cake
never went beggiug, wheu you were
around.”
J
“There’s one thing on the table
worth eating,” he thought gloomily.
“Seems as though I'd like some of
your crust coffee—same as you used to
make, mother,” he said as he folded
his napkin. “Would it make you too
much trouble?”
“No trouble at all,’’ answered his
mother quickly. “Auother chance,”
sho mused.
That uight she wrote Mary a card.
“The scheme’s workiug splendidly.”
When Henry entered the breakfast
room next morning, he found his moth
er already there.
“I’ve had splendid success with my
crust coffee,” she remarked loookiug
up.
He noticed small lumps of burnt
bread floating on the surface of his cof
fee. lie set down the cup after taking
one swallow, which Mrs. Hussey ap
peared not to notice.
“Does it taste as it used to?” she
asked anxiously.
“Ye-es,” he replied, at the same time
removtug a crumb from his mouth with
bis napkin.
“I’m sorry the chops got burnt so,
this morning, but Mary left some sliced
ham; will you have some?”
He was only too glad to assent.
“Here, let me fill your cup again,
there is plenty of it,” aud she lifted the
coffee pot from the mat. “I made
enough to last two days.”
“No moro this morning, mother. I
must hurry to catch my car.” ' While
putting on his gloves he asked, care
lessly, “How long is that convention
goiug to hold?”
“It closes to morrow, but I wrote
Mary last uight, she’d better visit Un
cle William’s while she’s so near. I
thought she’d never have a better
chance, and it’s a delightful place to
visit. I told her things were going on
delightfully here, so she needn’t wor
ry.”
Henry made an inaudable reply.
“ ’Tis working like a charm, aud he
doesn’t suspect a thing,” laughed Mrs.
Hussey to herself.
Mary remained away two weeks—
weeks long to be remembered by her
husband.
“This seems like living again,” ex
claimed Henry radiantly, at the break
fast table the morning following his
wife’s return. “This coffee’s the best
I’ve drank for years, and I’d rather
have a plate of your graham tollb,
Mary, than dine at Delmonioo’s.”
—Adelbert F. Caldwell.
He Made a Mistake.
The fine looking young man who
was shown into the parlor was a new
one to the old gentleman, who bad liv
ed in a state of anxiety for years lest
some one would marry his charming
daughter for her money. All young
men were uuder suspicion with bim,
and he was particularly formal with
those of fine appearance. The caller
intended to observe the properties by
introducing himself, but the host said
in his stiffest business tones;
“What can I do for you sir?”
“I came to tell you, sir, that I have
asked your daughter”—
“Just as I expected,” was snorted
back. “It’s pretty tough when a man
of affairs at my time of life has to put
in half his time telling young whipper
snappers that they can’t have that girl
of mine. There is the most mercenary
lot of men just coming into active life
than I have ever seen. I’d better give
my fortune to some charitable institu
tion. You can’t have her.”
“Perhaps if I should explaiu”—
“'1 here’s nothing to explain. I’ve
heard it all mote times than 1 have
hairs on my head. Of course you love
her. You can’t live without her.
You have no money, but you’re educa
ted, possess a brave heart and will
shield her from all trouble. You
will”—
“Just to shield you from a little pies*
ent embarrassment I will inform you
that I’m not in the least in love with
your daughter.”
“What in thunder did you propose
to ber for, then? Have you the unmit
igated gall to come in here and tell me
that you want my daughter when
you’re not in love with ber and not ex
pect to get kicked out?” Why,
you”—
“llreak a way, papa!” laughed the
vision of loveliness who hurried into
the room. “This is the gent'eman
visiting at Mrs. Wiuton’s, and he is
atraugiug her private theatricals for
ber. He has asked me to take a part
aud I referred him to you.”
The old gentleman glared hopelessly
for a full minute and in his coufu-Jon
said, brokenly:
“Take her, my son, take her.” —De
troit Free Press.
Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U S. Gov’t Report
Absolutely pure
How She Figured It.
“Orlando,” said she, “I am afraid
you are getting tired having me ask
you for money.”
“Well, you see,” he answered, “1
have a good deal of expense to meet
just this time of the year, aud it does
seem once in a while that women don’t
make enough allowance for that sort
of thing.”
“Well,” she answered, “I’ve thought
of a way that will fix it all very nice
ly.”
“What is it?” „
“Wheuever you go to the barber
shop and the boy brushes you off you
give him a dime, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Aud when you are away from home
at a hotel aud a boy brings you ice
water you give him a dime?”
“Yes.”
“And a mixed drink costs 15 cents?”
“Of course.”
“Well, you’ve often said that womeu
have no head for arithmetic, but lam
goiug to convince you to the contrary.
I am going to learn to make your fa
vorite mixed drinks. That'll be 15
cents a day. Then I’ll bring you ice
water in the morning; that’ll be 10
cents, And.thcu I’ll brush your cloth
es with a whisk - krooni, and that’ll be
10 cents more. Thete’s 55 cents a day.
I’ve figured it all out ou this little
piece of paper. Three hundred and
sixty five days iu a year—that’s 3G5
time 35, which which makes $175.75.
If you give ute that without my asking
for it, just as you do the bell boys and
the barteuder, I can put it with my
regular allowance and manage to get
along much better.’’—Detroit Free
Press.
A dose that is always seasonable is a
dose of Simmons Liver Begulator, the
“King of Liver Medicines.” It keeps
the liver active; the bowels regular;
prevents Bilionsness; and promotes
digestion. In fact helps keep you well.
“I have watched its effects in families
where I have practiced, aud find it ad
mirable; both alterative and tonic in
its action.”—Dr. T. W. Mason, Macon,
Ga.
A lady, when showing a gentleman
over her grouuds the other day, was
asked by him:
“Does not this plant beloug to the
begouia family!”
“The begoDia family,” answered his
hostess, bridling up. “Certainly not,
sir! It is ours, and always has been!”—
Household Words.
Your Present Need
Is pure, rich blood, aud a strong and
healthy body, because with the ap
proacb of spring and the beginning of
warmer weather your physical system
will undergo radical changes. All the
impurities which have accumulated
during colder weather must now be ex
pelted or serious consequences will re
sult. The one' true blood purifier
prominently in the public eye today is
Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Its record of
cures is unequalled. Its sales are the
largest in the world. A few bottles of
Ilood’B Sarsaparilla will prepare you
for spring by purifying and enriching
your blood and toning and invigorating
your whole system.
The man who drank a pint of yeast
by mistake for buttermilk, rose three
hours earlier next morning. The last
seen of him he was going j-east.
CASTOR IA
For Infants and Children.
Tht tie- /y
Season of 1897!
I will sell end deliver Fertilizers,
cons'sting of Cotton Seed Meal, Acid,
and Ammuniatcd Guauos, at the fol
lowing places for seasou of I “I*7 :
Flippen, Tunis, Stockbridge, R-x
and Ellenwood, Ga.
I thank my friends for their past
patronage, and earnestly solicit the
same for the coming season.
liespt., J. K. PAIR.
OASTORIA.
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Maggie’s Itleu of Venus <le Medici.
Somewhere in Washington—just
where is not necessary to the main
point at issue in this short article on
the development and indevelopment of
art in the natural capital—is a mansion
prided oyer by a woman of wealth and
refinement. She is a most artistic
woman, too, and in her house are some
unusually fine pieces of painting and
statuary. There is also a Milesian maid,
by name Maggie, who knows a deal
more about house cleaning than she
does about sculpture, and Maggie has
been trying for a long time to cultivate
her taste up to the point of properly
appreciating the painted and carved
beauty with which she daily comes in
contact.
Not many days ago the mistress and
the maid were going over the bouse
with brush and broom, in putting it in
especial order for a musical that was to
be given to a few artists and fashion
ables, and the mistress observed that
the maid on three seperate occasions
passed by with eold neglect of cloth
and brush a beautiful figure of the Ve
nus de Medici, in an alcove just off the
hall.
“Here, Maggie,” she called, “why
don’t you brush the dust off this fig
ure?”
“Which wan, mem?” inquired Mag
gie, with great innocence.
“The Venus there in the alcove, of
See,” aud the lady touched it
with her finger, “you have left dust all
over it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” confessed Maggie
“but 1 dobe thinking for a long time,
mem, that there ort to Ire something on
it, mi-m.”
It was a delightful and logical ex
cuse, perhaps, but the lady could scarce
ly accept it, and Maggie’s brush re
moved even the dusty draperv she
wished to leave.—Washington Star.
A Disguised Kneriiy.
Chronic catarrh often makes its ap*
proach in disguise. Before a person
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chronic catarrh. Its onset may be
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ness in the nose and head, fullness or
crackling in the ears, stringy mucus in
the throat, slight cough or wheeziness,
snoring daring sleep, any one of these
symptoms should be regarded as a
warning. What can be cured in'the
the beginning in a week or two, by us
ing Pe-ru-na, if allowed to become
chronic, may require mouths of faithful
treatment. You bad better take Pe
ru na now, for by and by you may be
oblige Ito take it a long time in order
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for catarrh. Almost everybody knows
that by hearsay and thousands know it
by blessed experience.
The Pe-ru na Drug Manufacturing
Company, of Oolumbus, Ohio, are
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chronic catarrh and climatic diseases of
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structively illustrated.
One must be in business with a man
and in love with a woman to know
them both perfectly, and even then
they are liable to have you guessing.
Ethel—Oh, Tom, let’s play I’m sis
ter Anna and you’re Mr. Haggard.
Cousin Tom (in digust)—Naw! I
won’t do it! You always want to play
some kiesiu’ game!—Puck.
“How to Cure All Skin Disease 1
Simply apply “Swaynk’s Ointhknt. ” No
internal medicine required. Cures tetter,
eczema, itch, all eruptions on the face, nose,
hands, etc., leaving the skin clear, white
aud healthy, its great healing and curative
power.- are possessed by no other remedy.
A.sk your druggist for Swayne’s Ointment
•
The b y whose business it was to
answer the telephone rushed into the
room of the senior partner. “Just got
a message saying that your house was
on tire,” he said.
“Dear me !” said the senior partner
in a bewildered sort of way. “I knew
my wife was pretty hot about some
thing when I left borne this morning,
but I didu’t thiuk it was so bad as all
that.”—Chicago Post.
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