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WORDS. Ttfar&a arA great forces in the realm of life. Be careful of their use. Who talks cf hate* Of poverty, of sickness, but sets rife These very elements to mar his fate. When love, health, happiness and plenty hear Their names repeated over day by day, They wing their way like answering fairies -near, Then nestle down within our homes to stay. Who talks of evil conjures into shape That formless thing and gives it life and scope. This is the law; then let no word escape That does not breathe of everlasting hope. —Ella Wheeler Wilcox in Woman’s Home Com* panion. A MATCH FOR A .MILLION, j Winning; a Wrestling; Bout tlie Form- j elation of a Fortune. “Had I caught my train that night” ; laughed the man'who has had nothing I to do for a quarter of a century but to j sit and watclPpine trees grow to swell j his bank account, “I would probably be a farmer now trying to raise a mort gage and a few other things. I had ; gone to a little town in lower Wiseon-1 sin to see a colt that a man there want- j ed to sell. I was a good judge of stock , and pretty shrewd on a trade, but a greener country lad never broke into a ! town. I would have walked back to the farm after I found myself too late j for the train, but I saw a handbill an- ! nouncing a show that night and could not resist the temptation to see it. , though it did cost a auarter. “In my hilarious appreciation I was more of an entertainment than they had on the stage, especially as I was utterly oblivious to the fact that I did not look like any one else in the audi ence. Toward the end of the perform ance a huge fellow came out, tossed cannon balls in the air, held men out at arm’s length and lifted heavy weights. After this showing of his prowess he offered $10 to any one whom he could not throw inside of two minutes. 1 was the crack wrestler in all our section, though none present knew it and I felt as though the chal lenge was aimed directly at me. I turned hot and cold during a few sec onds of extreme silence. Then I sprang np and as I came out of my old blouse shouted, ‘I’ll go you. b’gosb!’ “There was a roar of laughter, and then some of those about me urged me not to go up there and have my neck broken. But one old man told me to go In and do my best. It was a tough job. but I finally threw the giant al most through the floor with A hip lock. There was a little hesitancy about giv ing me the $10, but the crowd shouted until I got it The old man took me home with him, and in a week I had charge of all the teams in his lumber camps. In time I became a partner, and be cleared the way to make me rich. That was really a match for a million.”—Washington Star. The Story of a Picture. j ' Benjamin West’s picture of the “Death of Nelson” is closely connected I With an anecdote of the great sailor, j Just before he went to sea for the last | time he was present at a dinner, dnr- ; lug which he sat between the artist ; an d Sir William Hamilton. Nelson was i expressing to Hamilton his regret that he had not. in his youth, acquired some taste for art and some discrimination ; in judging it. “But.” said he, turning to West, “there is one picture whosa ; power I do feeL 1 never pass a shop j where your ‘Death of Wolfe' is In the J window without being stopped by it.” ! West made some gracious answer to the compliment, and Nelson went on, j “Why have you painted no more like | it?’ j “Because, my lord,” West replied, ; “there are mo more subjects.” “Ah,” said the sailor, “I didn’t think I of that.” “But my lord,” continued West "I ! am afraid your intrepidity will yet : furnish me with another such scene, and if it should I shall certainly avail myself of it” ! “Will you?” said Nelson—“will you, Mr. West? Then I hope I shall die in the next battle!” A few days later he sailed, his strangely expressed aspiration was re alized, and the scene lives upon can vas. AARON BURR’S MAGNETISM. How Be Earned Breakfast. I must bave walked the streets (of Richmond) till after midnight At last 1 became so exhausted that I could walk no longer. 1 was tired, I was hungry, 1 was everything but discour aged. Just about tbe time when I reached extreme physical exhaustion I came upon a portion of a street where the board sidewalk was considerably elevated. I waited for a few minutes till I was sure that no passersby could see me and then crept under the side walk and lay for the night -upon the ground, with my satchel of clothing for a pillow. Nearly all night I could hear the tramp of feet over my head. The next morning I found myself somewhat refreshed, but I was ex tremely hungry, because it had been a long time since I had had sufficient food. As soon as it became light enough for me to see my surroundings I notic ed that I was near a large ship and that this ship seemed to be unloading a cargo of pig iron. I went nt once to the vessel and asked the captain to permit me to help unload the vessel in order to get money for food. The captain, a white man, who seemed to be kind hearted, consented. I worked long enough to earn money for my break fast, and it seems to me, as I remember it now, to have been about the best breakfast that I have ever eaten.— Booker T.. Washington in Outlook. Worse Than His Own. A gentleman who owns one of the finest estates in the north of Ireland, While in his gardens one morning, no ticed one of the laborers very badly clad and asked him: “Have you no better clothes than those, Mat?” “No, in troth, yer honor, worse luck,” replied Mat “Well, call at the house this evening on your way home,” said the gentle man. ‘T'll leave an old suit of mine with the butler for you.” A few days later, when showing a party of visitors through the gardens, he was much annoyed to see Mat look ing, if possible, more a scarecrow than ever. “Why are yon still wearing those old clothes, Mat?” he asked. “Sure, yer honor, they’re the best I have,” replied Mat. “But did you hot get the suit I left for you the other day?” asked the gen tleman. “Indeed, an I did, thank yer honor kindly,” replied Mat; “but, sure, I had to lave them at home to be mended.”— London Tit-Bits. He Conquered All Feminine Hearts Without an Effort. “Prom the time the beautiful and brilliant Mme. Jurnel bad been a youDg girl and when Aaron Burr was only a captain. In the American army she bad been more than once under the spell of his strange fascination." writes William Perrine in The Ladies’ Home Journal. “Burr had introduced her to the celebrated Margaret Monerieff. had desperately flirted with her and had implanted within her an admiration which was still alive when he was an aged social exile. She had written of him in earlier days that be appeared to her to be Tbe perfection of man hood,’ that his figure and form bad been fashioned in the mold of tbe graces and that he was as familiar With the drawing room as with the camp. “ ‘In a wordJ she said. *he was a combined model of Mars and Apollo. His eye was of the deepest black and sparkled with an incomprehensible brilliancy when be smiled, but if en raged its power was absolutely ter rific. Into whatever female society he chanced by tbe fortunes of war or the vicissitudes of private life to be cast, be conquered all hearts without an effort, and until he became deeply Involved In the affairs of state and the vexations incident to the political arena I do not believe a female capa ble of the gentle emotions of love ever looked upon him without loving him.' Wherever he went he was petted and caressed by her sex, and hundreds vied with each other in a continuous struggle to offer him some testimonial of their adulation. Subsequently Mme. Jnmel was married to Burr, who was nearly 80 and she nearly 60. I}ie mar riage was not a happy one, and the two soon separated.” Little Harry’s Diplomacy. Little Harry was very fond of sweet things to eat, and especially of pad dings, which were his favorite dessert. Accordingly his dinners were made a burden to him, since his parents per sisted that he must make his meals off the substantials and leave what Harry called the good things until last. One day while Harry’s nostrils. were tickled with the tantalizing , pdor^j ofi his most favored padding a scheme' was bom in his brain that points his ; way to future greatness. When his' mother put before him a .plate of meat and potatoes he eyed it a momhnt in; apparent ecstasy; then, shoving it re-! gretfully away, he said:. “I declare that looks so good I guess I’ll leave it till the very last thing and get rid of that pudding first!”—What to Hat. • T ... ' ’ The merited reputation for cur ing piles, sores and skin diseases acquired by DeWitt’s Witch Hazel Salve has led to the making of worthless counterfeits. Be sure to get only DeWitt’s Salve. Holtz- claw’s Drugstore. How the Artist Was Called. ' When Henry S. Watson, the illustrat or, landed at Naples, he did not know much about European travel. He had to make some sketches in the villages about Naples, and his experiences have filled him with wonder enough for a lifetime. His deft pencil helped him a. bit. At one little village inn he tried to get it through the landlord’s head that he was to be called early in the morning. He couldn’t make himself understood. At last he drew a picture of himself lying in bed, the sun peep ing through the window, the clock at the hour of 6 and the Chambermaid knocking at the door. Then it was quite plain, and they woke him on the tick.—Saturday Evening Post. To The Deaf. A ricli lady, cured of her deaf ness and noises in the head by Dr. Nicholson’s Artificial Ear Drums, gave $10,000 to his Instute, so that deaf people unable to pro cure the Ear Drums may have them free. Address No. 1474. The Nicolson Institute, 780 Eighth Avenue, New York. Tlie Best Prescription for Malaria* Chills and Fever is a bottle of Grove’s Tasteless Chill Tonic. It is simply iron and quinine in a tasteless form. No cure—no pay. Price 50c. Her - Meanness. An American hostess, on the occa sion of a gathering of distinguished people, was endeavoring to add to the pleasure of a Frenchman by talking to him in his native language.' Noticing that her lack of fluency was Irksome to the lady and desiring to relieve her em barrassment, with praiseworthy amia bility the foreigner said: “Pardon, madame, somewhat the French is difficult for you. I am able to understand your mean-ness if you will speak English.”—London Chroni cle. Got No Antograpli. To an applicant for his autograph Mark Twain on one occasion sent a let ter the substance of which was as fol lows: “To ask a doctor or builder or sculp tor for his autograph would be in no way rude. To ask one of these for a specimen of his work, however, is quite another thing, and the request might be justifiably refused. It would never be fair to ask a doctor for one of his corpses to remember him by.” There was no autograph to the letter, which was typewritten throughout. Don’t get the notion in helping the poor that you can do more with a “cheerful word” than you can with a dollar.—Atchison Globe. Always speak well of the dead, and if you have time you might speak a good word for the living occasionally.— Chicago News. Persons who suffer from indi gestion cannot expect to live long, because they cannot eat the food required to nourish the body and the products of the undigested foods they do eat poison the blood. It is important to cure indigest ion as soon as possible, and the best method of doing this is to use the preparation known as Ko- dol Dyspepsia Cure. It digests what you eat and restores all the digestive organs to perfect health. H. M. Holtzclaw’s Drugstore. CALD£R B. WILLINGHAM, JR., Wholesale and Retail Dealer iu Crockery, Stoves, Lamps am. House- Furnishing Goods. 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