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“A Brighter Day Tomorrow.” When tossed upon the restless tide Of trouble, e ire and sorrow; When skies grow dark and all foretells More trouble on the morrow; When towering clouds o’ershadow us, And, tempest-tossed, we wander O’er unknown seas until we feel Our little bark must foun ler. When we despair of life itself. And think the end is nearing; When in the darkness we can see The monster, Death, appearing, Borne little star of Hope will burst From out the night of sorrow, Cheering our hearts and whispering, “A brighter day tomorrow. ” Hope, thou blest boon to mortals giyen, What glory shines about thee: How, when dull care and sorrow comes, Could wo bear up without thee? Still shine upon us from on high. Shedding a yellow lustre, And ever, when the night comes on, May lights nroun 1 thee cluster. PEDRO, Nobody knew much about Pedro. In fact ho was a mystery and had been lor a great many years—'or exact ly how many years though npbody but Pedro himself could tell you. Certain it is tli .t he had been a mystery since ’39, for in that year the town was set tled, and Pedro was living in Judge’s Chif Avhea the first settlers came to Beachton. How he came to be there nobody know. For that matter nobody knew who built his house for him, or how it came to be where it was. though as to the latter point the village Soloas de clared simply that some terrific storm time happened long ago must have been responsible for the location. All of •which rather anticipates the statement that Pedro’s home was the wreck of a boat—a queer, lubberly old wreck that was lying keel uppermost full twenty feet above the water's edge. A nar- ! row ledge, not more than ten feet ! wide, and running perfectly horizontal for a distance of forty or fifty feet, was all that Pedro could claim in the way ot a front or back yard, and outside that I limited range the old man ventured but ! once a week. That was on Saturday aft -moon, when he would take his wil- i low market basket on his arm, and go to Beachton market. But about his house. There was about the old boat an air of mystery that was quite in keeping with the general character of Pedro himself; and of Pedro's other belong ings. The massive timoers and rude finish proclaimed the semi-barbarian. It was not even a Mexican boat; and, in fact, the question as to its nationality had long been a matter for Beach ton speculation. So completely had the storm stripped the old boat that it was impossible to determine the purpose lor which it had been used. It certainly didn’t look like a merchant man. Major Deal thought it was an old war vessel, and Major Weed main- j tained always that it was an old-time slaver. An objection to both these theories was that the boat was only ! about twenty-seven or twenty-ei<mt feet j long and not exceeding nine feet in width at the widest part, so it could not have carried a great many men. But these, if not the most probable theories, were at least the ones ad vanced by the two leading men of the town, and therefore generally accepted By the townspeople. The great antiquity of the boat was Indisputable. The sunshine and storms of years—of centuries perhaps, had left traces on the mculderin<r wreck. Where her hull had been dashed against the rocks there was a great gaping j fracture, and Pedro, with a character- ; istic and shiftless simplicity, had util- j ized fully t!ie fracture aforesaid by mak ing it serve the double purpose of dcor and chimney—a triangular hole wh-re • old Pedro could get in and the smoke | could get out. Pedro himself was getting old—very old, for few people could remember when Pedro’s nair was other than sclmt and gray, or his steps other than halt ing and feeble. The even tenor of the old man’s way had brought him in contact with few people. He had made no enemies, and SO friends, and people were content ■that old Pedro should remain a mys terv. Thus it happened that when the old men came and went on market days, ti.ore were no kind words for him, no li mdshakes, no cheerful salutations. He came and went like a shadow, and xhe school children hurried past him as j i if his very silence frightened them. Now, between the market and Pedro’s j home, and so situated therefore that Pedro passed in going and coming was NMujor Deal’s home—a * beautiful old »hioucd homestead with a long shaded \ that led down to the gate. Nd the major had killed Pedro’s urse the major never did admit Nad done wrong. £ y> terrier had Larked at hi- V ' had struck at it with his ver intended to kill the * c * \s only a dog—and only -o' Vhat. O: course Pietro \ little differently, and \of the difference, the major forget all about it while Pedo remembered it very distinctly. In ( fact there can be no doubt that the major’s baby saved a great deal of trouble about that dog. When the weather was fair tlie baby would be at the gate as Pedro passed on Saturday afternoon, and she had learned to recognize Pedro, while on the other hand the lonely old man had learned to love and yearn for that baby welcome. He always paused a moment in passing to raise his tatter ed old hat and smile at baby Maud. Se while Pedro remembered very distinct ly that the major had killed Ins dog,his thoughts of revenge had given place to other and better thoughts for all of which the major's baby was entirely re sponsible. One beautiful Saturday afternoon in the autumn of '79, a group of school girls were gathered at the major's gate an ! in their midst was the major’s baby. Right royally the little queen was hold ing her court. Pedro saw all that as he came on with his basket. S :ddeniy a shout of warning was heard, and pistol shots were fired at Mayor Weed’s house, just two doors above the major’s. “Mad dog! Mad dog!” shouted half a d zeu voices. The frightened girls turned to see the vicious brute only a few steps from them, and ran screaming townrd3 the major's h use. The major’s wife met them at the door. “Oh, Mrs. Deal—a mad dog!” The young moihers face was deathly pale, and without a word she ran toward the gate. B Tore reaching the gate, however, she saw that her baby was safe, and she recognized Pedro. He had placed the child carefully upon the grass just in side the gate, and then closed the gate. Then the dog had attacked Pedro. The huge maddened brute was biting savagely. The blood was flowing free ly lrotn the old man’s arms and hands, and from an ugly wound in the cheek. Pedro was nearly exhausted, and his feeble blows with a knife availed but tittle. The mother had picked up her baby and was watching the contest in an agony of suspense. Throwing ail his strength with his blow, the old man drove his knife to the hilt in the dog’s throat, and as the brute lay foaming and writhing at his feet, the old man dropped his knife and leaned wearily against the gate. A group of people soon gathered about him, and the majors wife called his name, but the old man paid no attention. As he rested the baby’s hands were upon his bowed head. “Pedro,” again said the major’s wife. Slowly the old man raised his head. He didn’t see the young mother, or the people around him; he saw baby. He took the child’s hands own a moment, and then turned away. Picking up his empty basket, the old man started toward his home. They were all Pedro's friends now, and fjf.c offered to carry him homo in a wagon, and another to carry his basket, but the old man shook his head. So he went all alone, and they, watched him until he was lost to sight. Dead or alive he was never seen again. Before night everybody in Beachton knew how Pedro had saved Baby Maud’s life, at what must inevitably be the cost of his own. The major was off at court, aud was i to be home on the 12 o’clock train. The j night was dark and lowering, and the major had barely reached his home be- \ fore the storm came in all its fury. It | was a fearful storm. The heavens were j flashiag continuously, and the thunder rolled in deafening peals. The j sain felL in floods, and unceasingly. The | wind howled and shrieked like a thing ! of life; the houses rocked aud tottered upon their foundations, and all that night not a soul slept iu Beachton. Next morning the storm slacked, and gradually the wind died out. The ram continued to fall for a few hours, but by noon it had ceased. Soon after din- j ner the major put on his rubber boots and waded through the mud to the mayor's home. Tfyen the mayor put on his rubber boots, and together they went to Dr. Elder, the deacon’s. May be the deacon didn’t have any rubber boots, for ho simply tucked his trousers into his boot., and they all went to gether to Pedro’s home. The major was a few steps in advance where the path ended at the top of the cliff as he stopped and looked almost straight down upon the ledtre where Pedro’s home had been since '39. As he looked the major’s face paled, ; and uttering an exclamation of surprise he pointed downward to the ledge. The parson and the major looked, too, and not a word was spoken. Pedro’s home was gone. The waves had given and the waves had taken away.—[Atlanta Constitution. Hoping for a Storm. Wife: “I do hope it will rain to-mor row. If it is a pleasant day, that stu pid Mrs. Bentley will be sure to make one of her tiresome calls.” Husband: “Well, I think it will; my corns pain mo frightfully.” Wife: “Oh, I’m delignted.”—[B zar. CHILDREN’S COLUMN. “Hop Out Your Mow.” One day a lazy farmer’s boy Was hoeing out llie corn. And moodily had listened long To hear the dinner horn. The Welcome blast was heard at last, And down he dropped his hoe; But the good man shouted in iiis ear, “My boy, hoe out your row!” Although a “hard oneil was the row, To use a plowman’s phrase, • And the lad, as the sailors have it, Beginning well to “haze”— “I can,” said he, and manfully He seized again his hoe; An i the good man smile 1 to sea The boy boe out his row. Tue text the I d remembered, And proved the moral well, That perseverance to the end At last will nobly tell, Take courage, man! resolve you can, And strike a vigorous blow; In life’s great Held of varied toil Always boe out your row. A » Og* l*a s-ty. The little daughter of an Albany law yer recently gave a dog party in honor of her dog Dandy. Her parents tried to dissuade her when she uufoidod her plan, but it was of no avail. "She said “her doggy” knew as much. a 3 a person and must have a party. So the invitations were written to ten other* doggies in this manner: “Miss or Mrs. Bessie ,” “Mr. Jack or Toby The dogs arrived in the afternoon, ac companied by their little mistresses. The fact that one of the canine guests pitched upon and whipped his “hostess” simply lent excitement to the event. The dogs were parted, cuffjd soundly by their little owners and made to be have thereafter. After a good time romping about the eleven canines were set about the table in high chairs, each with a napkin tied about his or her throat. They ate off plates and went through the courses with a gusto. They ’ all ate their dessert, for what little girl owns a dog that doesn’t “love candy?” The party broke up at dusk.—[Albanv (N. Y.) Journal. —Tlie, King n! Aji.iin. Young Alphonso XIII., the iafanl king of Spain, can now walk by hold ing on to his mother’s or the nurse’s hand. He is taken care of by his ama or nurse, his aya or governess, and a host of servants, and yet the other day he was lost in the palace! The regent was with her ministers, while the royal children were playing alone in the room, when the princess ran off, leav ing his majesty sitting with his toys on the floor. The queen was called, and the palace was in a terrible state of ex citement, for the king was missing. The nurses hurried back to "the play room, but they could not-find Alphonso XIII. The princesses, who were found in a gallery close by, could not tell what had become of the brother. The palace was searched high and low. The queen was disfcractwl and kept lushing from room to did not turn iap. At last they heard a noise and kick ing in a cupboard. It was quickly opened, and there sat his majesty. He must have crawled in after his sister had gone, intending to play at hide-and seek, when the door closed on him in some way. —[Court Journal. I*or|»oi«e« at Play. Mr. Colbeck, writing of his cruise upon the Black Sea, describes, in an entertaining manner, the antics of the porpoises as he watched them from the steamer’s deck. The playfulness and agility of the porpoise in these seas were very conspicuous. A shoal tum bling in tho distance, to port or star board, and sometimes far astern, would become aware of the presence of a ves sel, and, skimming alongside with in credible speed, dart one over another, and finally reach the bows; then a ma rine game would begin, beautiful and exciting to behold. Turning from side to side, and some times completely over, the porpoises would dart, now rising above the wavo to take in a fresh stock of air, and then diving completely under the bows, and appearing on the other side, apparently as lull of frolic as fish could be. With delicate precision they would regulate their speed to that of the ves sel, allowing the vessel sometimes to touch the tips of their tails, and then, as if their joy was exuberant, too much to contain,dart away at five times the speed of tho come skim ming back again to meet her. When the porpoise is seen breaking the w'ater from a distance it has all the appearance of a very lazy creature. But when seen in clear seas, completely under water, the gracefulness and velocity of its motion, explained partly by the perfect curve of its bedy, either way, to the tapering nose and tail, cannot be surpassed. It reminds one or the sweep of a gannet when it sights tho prey. The Moustache. Were it not for the moustache—above all for the absence of the moustache— the human race would indubitably rise to heights now unknowr in song or story. This is an official st itement, but, nevertheless, perfectly trui and reliable. HOUSEHOLD MATTERS. Obi Books Made New. Why should the housewife sit scowling over those old books, as the covers, at least, can lie made to look “e’en as good as new” by applying with .a brush a coat of chrotno varnish, which is made by dis solving one ounce of gum mastic in three quarters of a pint of turpentine. For books whose covers: are too dilapidated to renew take two pieces of black ribbon and cover the backs, first piecing on a layer of wadding. Fasten the back and sides together with some fancy stitch in embroidery silk of a contrasting color Line the inside of the covers with tinted silk, and oa the centre of the outside front, paint or transfer some neat design. A gold or silver cord neatly sewed around the edge is u great improvement, i almost transformed a volume nearly 200 years old with a few bits of ribbon and transfer picture. —D troit Free Prat, Seasonable Salads. The best vegetables from which to make salads at this season of the year are asparagus, lettuce, turnips, dandelion, spinach, kale, chicory, watercress and potatoes, all of which should be crisped and freshened in coot water, carefully shaken dry and shredded with the fingers instead of being tutor chopped with a knife. Many housekeepers have an idea that salads are troublesome and expensive, and are therefore deterred from preparing them. This is a mistake, for nothing is simpler if a few details are attended to. In this country a Mayonaise dressing is frequently served with vegetables when used as salads, but foreigners pre fer a simple French dressing of pepper, salt, oil and vinegar, and it is decidedly better for dinner where meat or rich food is partaken of. The French, who are accomplished in the art of making good salads, use garlic as a flavoring instead of onion, but very sparingly. •Tarragona vinegar gives lettuce and other spring salads a delicious flavor. Nasturtium blossoms also have a piquant flavor, besides making a beautiful gar nish for vegetable salads. Either of the following dressings may be used for veg etable salads: French Salad Dressing—Mix thor oughly three tablespoons of olive oil, a mustard spoonful of salt, a pinch of pepper, and five or six drops of lemon juice, add two tab espooufuls of vinegar, beat a minute and pour over the salad. Mayonnaise Dressing—Put the raw yolks of two eggs in a cold bowl, beat we[l, add a teaspoonful salt, a pinch of cayenne pepp'er and half a teaspoonful of mustard; work well together and add drop by drop a half-pint ot olive oil. Sfcir rapidly and steadily while adding the oil, and care must be taken not t(J revere the motion', or the dressing may curdle. Then add a few drops of lemon juice .to the mixture, and thin to the proper consistency with vinegar. If kept in a cool place this dressing will keep a week. Courier-Journal. Recipes. Fried Hgg Plant. After peeling the egg plant cut in slices one-half inch thick, pepper and salt them, and lay one slice upon the other, leaving them to stand tery or twelve hours. Drain off the liquor, dip fn flour and fry brown. Cream Pie. Take one pint of milk, one heaping tablespoouful of flour, three tablespoonfuls of sugar, one tablespoon ful of butter, two eggs and flavor to taste. Bake with one crust, the same as a custard pie. Beat the whites of the eggs to a siff froth, spread over the pie after it is baked, and brown in the oven. Potatoes Stewed atj Gratis. Cut boiled potatoes, while still warm, in neat small-sized pieces; cover them with hot milk, and add salt, white pepper, and a little butter for seasoning. Sim mer in the milk ten minutes, then fill au gratin tins with the stewed potatoes,add a top layer of grated crumbs, and bake a delicate brown. Some like a little grated cheese mixed with the-bread crumbs. They are served at dinner as well as breakfast cooked in this man ner. Strawberry Charlotte. Make a custard of the yolks of six eggs, one quart of sweet milk, sugar, and flavor to suit the taste. Boil and set aside to cool. Fill a glass dish w ith alternate layers of berries and sponge cake dipped in cream; sweeten the layers of berries as they are put in the dish. When the custard is cool, pour over the w hole. Beat the white of the eggs w r ith with a tablespoon ful of sugar—to a stiff' froth—and heap high over the top of the custard. This fs delicious. Sweetbreads with Tomato Sauce. —Select two good-sized veal sweet breads. Parboil them and throw them into cold water. Let them remain ten minutes, then remove the skin and all tough membrane. Dip in beaten egg, then in cracked flour seasoned with pepper and salt. Put in a frying pan a tablespoonful of sw r eet butter. When it is hot and brown, but not burned, place the sweetbreads in the pan. Let them browui quickly on both sides. Put in the pan a few spoonfuls of bouillon, cover closely, and let steam on the back of range until tender. Boil half a can of tomatoes fifteen minutes. Add a cup ful of wuiter, and thicken with butter and fiour mixed. Strain through a fine strainer, season to taste, and, when sweetbreads are ready to serve, pour the sauce over them. Tomato Soup. Always use cold water in making all soups; skim well, especially during the first hour. There is a great necessity for thorough skim ming, and to help the scum rise, pour in a little cold water now' and then, and as the soup reaches the'boiling point, skim it off. Use salt at first sparingly, and season with salt and pepper; allow one quart of soup to three or four persons. For tomato soup allow one gallon of stock made from nice fresh beef to three quarts of fresh tomatoes; remove the skin and cut out the hard center, put through a fine sieve, and add to the stock: make a paste of butter and flour, and, when the stock begins to boil, stir in half a teacup of the paste, taking care not to have it lumpy; boil twenty min utes, seasoning with salt and pepper to taste. Two quarts of the canned toma toes will answer. It is said there is a strong likeness be tween Mrs. Ashton Dilke, the English reformer, and Mrs. Cleveland, and the lady from over the sea is immensely pleased it. _ HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS. The Evening lamp. A newspaper joker says: "And while the lamp holds out to burn there is no danger of the average servant girl taking the trouble to fill it.” Lamps are trou blesome things. No matter how perfect they are in the beginning, or how many hundred thousand candle power the light is Warranted to he, the day will soon come when the lamp-wick obsti nately refuses to be’turned up iu an or derly manner. It will seem firmly wedged at one side, while the other runs up in a point, causing weariness and vexation of spirit. To overcome this depravity take a new wick, draw out a single thread near the selvage, and it wHI be found quite tractable when in troduced into the burner. The cogs will take it up properly, and it will ap pear in good form aud give aa even flame when lighted. Home Made Chair Bottoms. We lately visited some old acquaint ances, says the American Agriculturist , and soon discovered that the chairs in most request were three, the bottoms ol which had been replaced by one of the daughters. The chairs were originally cane seated. When these gave way the bottom was taken out. Straps made by quiltiug together, on a machine, four thicknesses of heavy bed ticking, were passed around the piece ito which the canes had been fastened, and made se cure. Eight such straps were used, four at right angles to the others These sup ported a cushion, made a little larger than the chair frame. A row of fringe hid the pieces over which passed tlie straps. The cushion was fastened to the straps. The chairs were easier than those with the rigid cane seats, and had been reseated longer than a year, yet the new seats were apparently good for a longer period of wear iu addition. Stale Bread. Wilh a little care on the part of the housekeeper every scrap of stale bread can be made available. All the crusts and small pieces should be spread iu a , pan and dried slowly in a warm oven. When they are perfectly dry put them into a small bag made of ticking or can vas and pound them fine with a wooden mallet. Sift them and put them in glass jars. They will keep for months, and can be used for breading meat, fish, cro quettes, etc. Another way of using these dried scraps is to roll them until they break in rather coarse crumbs. They arc then nice to eat with a bowl of milk, for in stance, or tea. Cut all the crust from a loaf of stale bread, and then tear the loaf in long, thin pieces. Spread these in a large pan, only one layer deep, and place iu a hot oven. When they are crisp and brown, which will be in six or seven minutes if the oven be very hot, send them to the table with thin slices of cheese. This dish » nice just before dessert. Fre quently it is served with the coffee. Take a quantity of slices of dry bread. Dip them quickly one by one in a bowl of cold water. Place them in a large dripping pan, having only one layer at a time. Then set the pan in a hot oven. In ten minutes the bread will be brown and crisp. Place on a warm plate and cover with a warm napkin. Serve at once with a little broiled smoked salmon or salt cod. This c|ish is a good one for luncheon or tea. After sprinkling stale rolls or biscuit with cold water place them iu a pan and cover them with a second pan. Set in a moderately warm oven for twelve min utes, aud they will seem almost as good as if freshly baked. Put a loaf of stale bread in a deep pan and, after covering it with another pan, set it in a moderately hot oven for twenty minutes. At the end of that time take it from the pan and set it on on end to cool. This bread will cut like a fresh louf. Cut all the crusts from a. loaf of stale bread and put the loaf in a steamer. Set it over a kettle of boiling water for twenty minutes, and serve at once with a sauce which has been made in the meantime by the following recipe: Put three cupfuls of boiling water in a stew, pan, and place the pan on the stove. Mix three tablespoonfuls of flour with half a cupful of cold water and stir the mixture into the boiling water. Con tinue stirring for two minutes. Now add half a nutmeg, grated; the yellow rind of a lemon, grated, and also two cupfuls of sugar. Boil for twelve min utes, then add two tablespoonfuls of butter and the juice of the lertion. Cut the steamed bread in slices with a sharp knife and pour a generous supply of sauce on each side as it is served. This is a nice dessert when there are children in the family. Do isgr.iddle cakes are made with stale brt .d. Soak a pint aud a half of stale bread in a pint of milk for ten or twelve hours. Keep the mixture in a warm place, where it will sour slightly. At the end of ten or twelve hours rub it through a sieve. Beat into the sifted mixture one teaspoonful of salt, * two tablespoonfuls of sugar, half a pint of sifted flour and a slight grating of naat meg. Dissolve one teaspoonful of soda in half a gill of milk. Add this liquid and two well beaten eggs to the mixture. These griddle cakes require a little longer t.nae to cook than the common batter cakes.— Nro York Herald. Recipes. tiTR ‘.WberrtPudding Sauce. —Cream together one-half teacupful of fresh but ter, and one teacupful of sugar, the beaten white of one egg and one large teacupful of thoroughly crushed straw berries. Nice to serve with bread pud ding. Potato Chowder. —Take six large potatoes, one onion, one quart of milk, one tablespoonful of butter, two ounces I of salt pork and one egg. Cut the pork ! in small pieces and fry; add the potatoes and onions sliced, cover with boiling ; water and cook until potatoes are ten- | der; add the milk scalded and the ; seasoning, and lastly the egg beaten ! light. Lamb and Pea Stew. —Cut the breast j of lamb in pieces and place in a stew pan, with water enough to cover it. Stew for twenty minutes aud take off the scums, add a quart of shelled or canned peas with a tablespoonful of salt and let stew for half an hour. Mix a ■ quarler of a pound of butter and a tablespoonful of flour and stir into the stew; let simmer five minutes, season and serve with dumplings. THE PICKET COUNTED NINE. It was a Miscount, but a Gleaming Dagger Made llie Correction. [From the Detroit Free Tress.] As the sun went down and darkness began to creep over the face of the earth the angry artillery died away and the crackle of musketry was less spite ful. For a while the lighting on the extreme right hung on, to settle the question of who should occupy the old ear ill works, but at length dead silence fell upon the whole field. Silence? No! It was silence com pared to the awful roar of the long after noon, but it was a silence broken by the screams aud groans and prayers of wounded men—by the movements of wagons and artillery—by the subdued voices of 75,000 men as they camped for the night without fire, and anxiously debated the chances for the morrow. The sergeant inarches oil' to the left at the head of half a dozen men. He drops a man at “Post No. 1," and gives him whispered instruction. It is the same at posts 2,3, 4, etc., until the last man lms been stationed. There must be vigilant, wakeful men between friends and foes while the long night wears away. “Post No. G” is under a great beech, tree. Shot and shell have scarred and riven its trunk, aud shot and shell have scattered and riven its thick limbs. A quarter of a centaary hence this tree will bear witness to tiie terrible struggle of to-day. “From this tree to the edge of that thicket, and tlae countersign is “Jus tice,’ ” whispered the sergeant, and as he passes on tlae picket takes up his beat. He counts as he passes them by —one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. What? Corpses! They are ly ing on the grass so near the path he travels that he can touch any of them with his foot. There are others to the right and left, further away. It was here that the enemy charged a battery— here our heroes rallied to preserve it, Grape-shot and canister, bullet ami bay onet, found victims there. Some lay as if asleep, worn oaat with the tremendous conflict—others raved and prayed and cursed God and man before death re leased them fa-om their sufferings. The picket counts them as he walks, and a sigh escapes lais lips. To-morrow night some sentinel may number his mutilated corpse with others on the same meadow. To-morrow night the autumn winds may vainly seek to rouse him from his death sleep. From tree to thicket and turn. From thicket to tree and turn. He must watch and listen and be on his gaaard, but by and by he finds time to count again. One—two—three—four — five— six—seven—eight—nine ! What! He counted only eight before! IVas he mistaken, or can the dead of the battle field creep and crawl ? Six—seven— eight—nine ! Yes, there are nine. In the darkness he had made a mistake. Nine! Well, what matters one more or one less corpse upon a field of bat tle? To the tree and turn. To the thicket and turn. As he heads for the tree again the ninth corpse assumes a sitting posi tion and looks after him. A moment later it struggles up, and a figure goes creeping after the picket. The grass on the meadow is thick and matted. liis footfalls give out no sound. Softly— softly—silent as the shadow of death— creeping—creeping, and now he is close upon the lone picket. There is a gleam of steel in the darkness—a swift and powerful blow, and he who was placed to watch will watch no more. Through the gaps the spies will pour in and skulk about the camps; a regi ment will be silently advanced to the key position; the ghouls will scent plun der and creep aap to rob the dead. The picket had counted, “seven— eight—nine !” There is no missing fioipse. The num ber has beeia made good 1 How to Reduce Vour Expenses. You can do it easily, and you will not have to deprive yourself of a single comfort; on the contrary, you will enjoy life more than ever. How can \ oi: accomplish this result? Easily; cut down your doctor’s bills. When you 10-e your appetile. and become bilious and consti pated, and the efo’e lowvspirited, don’t rush off to the family physician for a prescription, or, on the other hand, wait until you are sick abed before doing anything at all; hut just gc to the druggist’s and for twenty-five cents get a supply of Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Purgative Pellets.’ Take them as directed, and our word for it, your unpleasant symptoms will disap pear as if by magic, you wi l have no big doc tor’s hill to pay, and everybody interested (ex cept the doctor), will feel happy. The woman suffrage law of Washington Territory is declared unconstitutional. Many l’cople llcluse to Take Cod Liver Oil on account of its unpleasant taste. This difficulty has been overcome in Scott’s Emulsion of Cod Liver Oil with Hypophos phites. It being as palatable as milk, and the most valuable remedy known for the treat ment of Consumption, Scrofula and Bron chitis, General Debility, Wasting Diseases of i hildren, Chronic Coughs and Colds, has caused physicians in all parts of the world to use it. Physicians report our little patients take it with pleasure. Try Scott's Emulsion and be convinced, Delmonico’s restaurant has bills against cus tomers of over $500,000. They never sue. a i-rize of SI OO,(Mil) is agood thing to get, and the fian who wins It by superior skill, or by an uExpected turn Of Fortune’s wheel, is to be congiatulated. But he who escapes from the clutches of that dreaded monster. Consumption, aid wins back health an happiness, is far more fcfctunate.The chances cf winning SIOO (XX) are small, but every consumptive may be absolutely sure of recovery, if he takes Dr. Pierce’s Goiden Medi cal Discovery in time. For all scrofulous dis eases (consumption is one of them), it is an un failing remedv. All druggists. His sweetheart’s skull serves for a paper weight :n a Chicago doctor’s office. Try Long’s Pearl Tooth Soap for cleansing your teeth and perfuming your breath. If afflicted with sore eyes use Dr. Isaac Thomp son's Eyewater. Druggists sell at 25c. per bottle. Biliousness Is more gener 1 at this season than ary other. The bitter taste, offensive breath, coated tongue, lick headache, drowsiness, dizzln ss and loss of ap petite make the victim miserable aud disagreeable to others. Hood's Sarsaparilla combines the b-st anti- lllous remedies of the vegetable kingdom, la such proportion ns to derive their best medicinal effects with the teat disturbance to the whole sys tem. This prepat atlon Is so well balanced in its actions upon the alimentary < anal, the liver, the kidneys, the stomach, the bowels aud the circula tion of the b'ood that It Irlngt about a healthy action of the entire human organism, restores the appetite and overcomes that tired fteling. Hood’s Sarsaparilla Sold by all druggists. $1; six for $5 Preraredonly by C. I. HOOD & CO., Apothecaries, Lowell, Mass. IPISOS CURE FOR CONSUMPTION! GO I. 1) is worth ShOO per lb. Pettit’s Eye Ssirs is wor..h Sl.ouu. but is sold »t 230. » bai by deslers.