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MIRAGE. We’ll read that book, we’ll sing that song, But when? Oh, when the days are long; When thoughts are free, and voiees clear; Some happy time within the year— The days troop by with noiseless tread, The song unsung; the book unread. We'll see that friend, and make him feel The weight of friendship, true as steel; Borne flower of sympathy bestow — But time sweeps on with steady flow, Until with quick, reproachful tear, We lay our flowers upon his bier. And still we walk the desert sands, And still with tritlos fill our hand, While ever, just beyond our reach, A fairer purpose shows to each. The deeds we have not done, but willed. Remain to haunt us—unfulfilled. —New York Commercial Advertiser. LOST AN?) FOUND. BY K. K. GRANT. The summer that I left old “Vassar’s” classic shades, crowned with honors and flushed with triumph, father was board-* ing at Mrs. Elliott’s; indeed he had lived there for years, while I was pursu ing my studies in the North, lie was a widower of fine physique and ample for tune, with no encumbrance save me, his only child—Eunice Grey. Mrs. Elliott’s boarding-house was, un like the typical one, elegant in all its ap pointments, with a corps of well-tra ned servants, and a mistress that would have graced the home of the most fastidious connoisseur of feminine beauty and worth. We became fast friends at once —this petite brunette and myse.lt. To lier invalid child I was no less strongly attached. 1 wondered often why tne mother was always robed in the deepest i of mourning. That she was a widow I , knew; but that her bereavement was of no recent date I had learned by chance, from the little one who, in mentioning j her father, told me quaintly she had never known him, that lie had gone up to God before the fairies had given her to her mamma. I asked my father if he could solve the vexatious mystery of those sable garments. “Oh, yes,” he answered, “I believe I can. It is but the fancy of a loving wo man’s heart that sees in the sombre hues a retiex of the grief that knows no so lace. isoven years ago her husband per ished in a storm that wrecked the pleas ure yacht in which they were cruising. She herself escaped death by the mirac ulous interposition of Providence, be ing caught by a passing steamer’s crew, as she (lifted by them clinging to a broken plank. She was carried aboard, but lost consciousness, as the rough but kindly hands drew her from her watery bed. For months she lay ill, nigh to death, her n ind a blank. When at length the skill of the experts in the ‘Re treat for the Insane’to which she had been conveyed ejected the reiteration of tea-on, she learned through the col umns of an old Herald that she alone sur vived that fearful gale. A few weeks later a new-born bahv lay upon her bosom. Miles away from the sceue of the disaster, in a strange land, little Ada was born. Mrs. Elliott does uot know, as 1 do, that oiiicial stupidity—or care lessness had reported her death some three days after her husband’s. The oc cupant of the bed next hers in the In sane I'avillion h iving died,and the name oddly enough being the same as her own, it was immediately taken for granted that the deceased was the vic tim of the yacht disaster. “The northern climate was not suited to Ada’s delicate constitution. For this reason Mrs. Ell ott came south and opened a small select boarding house for the maintainance of herself and little one. So popular did this become under her management, that she wa- emboldened by the success of her humble beginning to remove to this tine dwelling. And you see what she accomplished here. "She was my first love, ! unice. Years before I met your mother I knew and loved Edith : attimer; but she gave her hand and heart to mv chum, George El liott, and I went my way w.th sorrow for mv loss, and gladness for the happi ness of the two so dear to me. I would ma e her my wife now; but she is true to the memory of her husband, and frankly says that no one can ever be as dear to hi ras he. It is sad, this linking one’s self with those that are gone; but it is like a woman s constancy; and lam not the man to press a suit I know is vain.” After hearing this recital I believe Ij loved Mrs. Elliott more than ever. I cer tainly felt deeper sympathy for her grief. Her devotion to her child was touch- i iug in the t xtreme. The little! creatine—a cripple from birth—seemed too fragile for this earth Her deep blue i yes looked out wistnlly at one from amidst a mass of fluffy golden I curls So patient, .so loving, who could I he p being drawn toward her ? 1 was | with her day after day, reading some I bright tale, or talking to her of the j birds, the llowers and the bright blue j sky; but best of all she loved to hear of; the sea where the waves, in their silvery tones, sang a requiem over the grave of j the father she had never known. And she would press her lips to the miniature that hung by a golden thread from her neck, and murmur words of love to the handsome man whose image it bore, trlie would sit for hours by the window where ave placed her and watch the shifting panorama of busy people in the streets below. And when some sprightly little elt would dance by iu childish glee Ada would draw her mother gently to her and kiss away the tears which clouded those dark eyes for she knew how it grieved her that her only child should be so unlike other children. And in many a pretty, touching way, the little one would seek to show how little she recked her own sad lot. Poor child! she-knew not that a child’s heart is au opeu book to its mother. But when Ada and I were alone, she would often say: “Oh, Eunice, why must I suffer so? It hurts so bad to cough, and yet I can riot keep it in. And when the doctor comes in the mornings and sounds my lungs, as he says. I could scream out loud: but I do not cr/ because mamma is always there. But it hurts so awful bad.” I could only press my lips toare her to keep back the tears, and presently turn the child’s thoughts elsewhere. Summer passed. Autumn .n the South, you know it, fair reader, with its cool breezes fanning away the sultry breath of heated days; when birds of fashion flit back from rural scenes to brighten the dull city with the spread of their gay plumage; when men go back to the dull routine of business, revivified by the rest they have taken; and dormant society wakes from its sleep. That fall New Orleans’s pulse beat with feverish activity, for it witnessed theopeningof the “World's Exposition.” And right royally the dear old city wel comed a concourse such as had never be fore graced her doors. A concourse drawn thither by the grand pageant in which all nationalities forgot their dif ferences, anti united in bringing their treasures to enrich the scene. Mrs Ediott’a was the vantage point toward which the affluent visitor to the South eru metropolis invariably made his way. To a certain number only she gave ad mission. No thought of a golden harv est to be reaped could persuade her to incommode her bonders by an unseemly crowding in of other guests, so that while other houses were swarming with crowds of humanity that jostled oue against the other in the small compass allotted to them as value received for , the liberal stipend paid, ours was free from these discomforts. Father was en gaged at the “Exposition Building” all day and far into tiie night, superintend ing his interests there. As winter uppr. ached, Mrs. Ellio-tt but rarely left Ada, for she saw, what eveu to strangers was plain, that the lit tle b id was passing away to bloom in the garden oi Paradise. I assumed all the duties and responsibilities of the ' housekeeping that the mother and her | child might not be parted during the j last days of sad, but sweet companion | ship. To my father 1 relegated the col | lection of bills, the payment of dues; keeping strict account of each receipt and every expenditure. One night he returned home much ’ earlier than was his wont. Ilis face was ashen pale, and his limbs trembled with excitement. I went with him to his room to try aud persuade him to rest, but he sileni ed my fears of his ill-health, assuring me that ail was well with him. Aud then he told me: “Eunice, child, I have seen what at first I thought the phantom of a dear old friend to-day. Twice did I see the familiar features in the surging crowd that swept by me. I followed, scarce crediting my senses; and at length I found him—Edith’s hus band—my old friend, George Elliott, Eunice, how enn I tell her?” “But,” said I, when the first surprise was past, “how can you explain the mys tery of his reappearance? For years he was mourned as dead.” ”Ves; but he, too, was rescued by a good Samaritan of the deep, aud be lieve 1 h.s wife was lost, owing to the orlicial stupidity of which I once told you. The poor woman that was hur ried off to the Potter’s field as soou as the breath left her body, was, months later, disinterred, and buried beneath a marble shaft, in George’s plot at Green wood. My friend, still wore mournig for bis wife when I met him to day.” “So, perhaps, alter all some men have women’s fancies,” said E l ather kissed me tenderly—“go pre pare Edith for the meeting. George waits anxiously. 1 have told him of his child, he knows that her stay will not be for long.” I hurried to obey my father’s wishes. Something of the joy l felt at the anticipation ol' the glad must have appeaud in my face smiled sweetly as I entered. “Sister (she al ways t ailed me so toward the last) Sis ter —has —good news,” said she, faintly. “1 have, darling, good, very, very good news.” '‘Will—you—tell—us?” Kneeling there beside her, I stroked the little hand she laid in mine as I an swered, “yes my darling, in a little while. Are you strong enough to listen to a little story first? ’ “Yes—yes”—eagerly answered the child. “Well, then, dailing, many years ago, we will say seven years since, there was a lady and a gentleman sailing on one of those pretty white winged yatchs that skim over the billows like a bird at sea —” “Stop! stop!” cried Edith. I motioned her to silence, and con tinued: “A tiny black cloud suddenly arose in the clear blue sky, a harbinger of the swift oncoming storm; but none noticed the warning, and the precious moments passed on. The wind arose, gaining rapidly in intensity until it. cul minated in a furious gale. The tiny yacht danced like a leaf on the storm tossed waves. But, oh, cruel fate! The J tempest felt no pity for the two hearts there. Amid the roll of thunder and the triumphal roaring of the wind, the wicked deed was done. And when next the lightning’s dash lit up the scene, the waves were sighing mournfully for the little boat that had gone down, down into the frave beneath the deep blue sea—” “.-Hop! stop!” cried Edith. “Eunice, darling, it was a storm such as you have pictured that robbed me of my husband.” “The papa —l nevbr knew, ” echoed the child. “I—will—meet— him—soon, dear mamtnma. —and— tell—him—how —you —loved —him.” She ( aused, and her eyes fastened themselves in amazed surprise upon the door which had opened softly as she j spoke. No need for me to turn, I knew; 1 felt who stood there. Edith alone had ; heard nothing. “Tell him, darling,” she murmured through her tear', “that the heart I gave him years ago is now as truly his as then and that when at length death comes, I will gladly welcome the call that summons me to you and to him.” 1 gasped for breath as she spoke, for a stranger had drawn near to the bedside. My father stood beside him. “The pretty yacht went down, but husband and wife were saved!” I cried out joy ously. Edith looked at me keenly. ‘‘Saved 1 Both?” she echoed. “Yes! yes!” said the child. “Oh, mamma, he is here—the father I never knew—and loved so well.” And pale and exhausted from the effort she had made, Ada lay fainting ou the pillow which was scarcely whiter than her face. Shall I ever forget Edith’s eyes as they met the loving gaze of her husband she had mourned as dead? Oh, the rapture of that meeting! saddemd as it was by the drifting away of a little life so near, so dear to both. We sat by that bed through the whole I of that night- -our Ada’s last night on ! earth. l ong past midnight she rallied from her stupor and faintly called: I “It grows—so dark—oh, mamma—is i this—death?” “-My darling, my darling!” was tin broken cry in response. “Oh, wife, think how she has suffered; rejoice that all pain wili soon be past.” “See, see, how br : glit—it grows. Listen—the sweet —music —hush! It comes nearer—nearer— oh—the—bright —pretty light. Mamma—papa —sister —the dark—is all gone now.” A faint gasp for breath, a tremor of the eyelids, and as the gray light of the early morn stole in, there amidst the flowers she loved, Ada lay at rest for ever.— Yankee Made. Venezuelan Coffee. What I saw of the process of making coffee, writes W. A. Baton to the -V‘w York 'limes from Venezuela, requires no elaborate, carefully-considered descrip tion. The following plain and unstilted cook book, English, will suffice to initi ate the careful, painstaking housewife in the mystery of how to make a cup of coffee. Get your Venezuela coffee—the fattest, roundest, heaviest beans—roast enough of them to serve for the making of as many large cupfuls as there are to be drinkers. Boast the beans, do not burn brown, do not blackeu them; bray them while hot in a mortar -with a pestle; do not grind them in any kind of a pat ented or unpatented labor-saving and coffee-spoiling machine whatsoever. Crushing does not, and grinding does, cause the coffee to part with some of its aroma. Tie the grains thus crushed to about the size of flaxseed in a bag of thick, white flannel, so thick that no dirt or dust, if any there be in the coffee, may escape through the interstices of the cloth. Take a plain earthen pot, till it with water, and set it on the fire till it is tot, very hot, and the water has been boi ] ed a minute or two. Throw out the water, put in the bag, let the coffee steam a few minutes, the lid of the pot closely fitting, and allowing no escape of aroma. Carefully lift the cover, pour in boiling -water enough to make one-third of a cup of coffee for each prospective drinker and third of a cup for the pot, Let the hag of coffee boil three minutes, the lid of the pot still on, letting the steam escape as little as possible. In three minutes—the time it takes to boil an egg—the coffee is ready. Pour out one-third of this black, strong, hair lifting essence, dilute it with twice the quantity of boiled milk—milk of the Andalusian cow; sweeten it with pape lon, natural Venezuelan sugar crystals, and you will be prepared to enjoy the delights that excited me to two cups and a half that morning John, Hans, Jean Juan gave me for de-ayuno in the hotel of blessed memory in the sweet vale of Caracas. Breakfast served in our own parlor, John waited upon us deftly and with entire composure, omitting, how ever, his habitual custom of cigarette smoking. Elk vs. Wild Dogs. A stockman just in from the Wind River range tells a story of a fierce and exciting battle between a courageous old elk and the wild dogs that infest the Wind River region. The river escapes from the mountains and bills into what is known as the basin district, over high and beautiful falls named the -laiden Hair. While riding near these falls a few days ago the stockman’s attention was attracted by a deep baying, and at once recognizing the sound as coming from the savage dogs and realizing the ne cessity of getting out of the way, the horseman rode rapidly to the too of a neighboring hill, which commanded an excellent view of the falls and also of the surreundinoajpuntry. He had scarcely reached of the hill when he saw, dashing along a high ridge running parallel to the river, a magnificent elk, hotly chased by a dozen or more mount ain dogs. The race had evidently been on for some time, for the elk appeared about exhausted and the dogs were not in the best of condition. On swept the pursued and the pursuers, every bound bringing the dogs nearer the haunches of the tired elk. Suddenly the elk changed his course and plunged down the side of the ridge, making straight for the falls. Overhanging the edge of the river, and towering directly above the pool at the foot of the falls, was a huge rock. On to this rock the bull made his way, and planting himself within a few feet of the edge and with lowered antlers, awaited the attack. lie did not have to wait long. The dogs came with a rush and hurled themselves at their prey. First one and then another dog was caught in the elk’s antlers and sent howling into the depths below. Just when the light was the hottest the rock, or ledge, upon which the battle was being fought, sud denly gave way, and with a crash the combatants were dropped into the water and rocks at the foot of the falls, and their bruised and bleeding remains were ■ swept down the stream. Globe Democrat. A Plague of Crickets. Accounts are published in Paris of the devastation caused by crickets in Algeria. The insects resemble, but are not identical with either locusts or grass hoppers. Last year swarms of grass hoppers ravaged the colony. This year the crickets have taken their place. They spring like grasshoppers, but have a more rapid aud sustained flight. They foim clouds which shut out the light of the sun. When they alight on the ground they destroy every trace of vege tation. They sometimes fall exhausted cn the ground in such numbers as to cover it with a layer of dead bodies, from which pestilential exhalations arise. The method still employed to check the evil in the Africar possessions of Francs is the old and expensive one of digging long trenches at a right angle to the ad vancing swarms, and placing on the most distant side a sort of fence, formed by a web of cloth. The advancing insects strike against the cloth, fall into the pit, and are there covered with lime or mould. The Algerian authorities have spent $140,000 in destroying them, and now contemplate a further expenditure of $200,000 to complete the work. It was recently stated that the English authori ties in Cyprus had traced the locusts in that island to their breeding place, and had there to a great extent succeeded in destroying them in germ, before they be ; came developed into the destructive swarms which periodically devastated tliatisland. Commercial Advertiser. Glass windows commenced to mike their appearance in English private houses in 1 too. Glass was first brought U> England iu 663. WITH THE SEAL IIIMERS. A. TRIP TO THE FROZEN NORTH ON A SEALING- VESSEL. A Seal Hunter’s Outfit —Ice Floes Covered with Seals—Staticliter ing- and Skinning the Animals. The Newfoundland sealing-fleet, con sisting of a number of steel-plated steam ers and numerous heavy-built sailing ves sels have recently taken their departure from the leading island ports for the Northern ice-floes. As the operations of the hunters vary little from year to year, writes Edmund Collins in the New York Indipendeut , I shall transcribe from my note-book a record of an expedition made by myself to the cold and ghostly floes. The captain of the invited me to accompany him, and 1 at once pro ceeded to equip myself with the usual seal-hunter’s outfit. This consisted of heavy woolen clothes,seal-skin top-boots, the legs being hairy and the feet d e-sed. These are called “skin” bats by the seal ers, and you wear in them two or three jjairs of heavy stockings. I got a gaff, the chief weapon of the hunter; this is a short wooden pole with a steel spike in one end. My belt and long sheatli knife, called “skulping knife” bv the hunters, and a large sealing gun com pleted my outfit. Besides the regular ship’s company the sealing crew consisted of over three bundled men, all strapping fellows who sing in the bitter cold, aud pause before no danger if duty calls them. I was awakened in the early dawn of the fifth day by much bustle and shout ing on deck, and when 1 put my head up I heard such expressions as these: “There’s more swiles (seals) there!” “There’s another bunch yonder!” “The ice be crawlin’ with ’em!” Mounting into the cross-trees I got a good view with my field glass. Almost every where I looked I saw a covey of white coat seals. They were disposed mostly in family groups and some of them xvere engaged in the harmless occupation, ap parently, of sucking little spurs of ice. Where the enormous congregation of animals got breakfast upon this compact floe was a puzzle that I could not solve. When the hunters began to pour out on the ice the sun was just out. The hunters took with them only their gaffs. I took my gaff and set out, accompanied by a hunter who kindly volunteered to break me in. Round about me every where I saw gaffs uplifted and descend ing, and then a red spot on the blue white ice. “Over here,” the hunter said, pointing to a pan or ice-cake -where half a dozen white coats lay basking in the light. As we drew near the old ones be gan $o squirm away, but the young ones turned upon their backs like puppies, their flippers pointing upward. I had not the heart to strike, but the hunter’s gaff came down with deadly force upon the head of each in turn. He first dis patched those who were trying to escape, then killed the young oues. Having done this he unsheathed li.s knife, bid ding me note his method. Then he opened the animal down the body, cut ting through tne heavy coating of “blubber,” or fat, till he reached the lean; cut it round at the throat and at the tail, and then stripped off the entire pelt. This he did to each in a space almost as brief as it takes me to relate it in. I lost my tenderheartedness pretty soon, and when we went away, looking for another covey, I was keen to kill and “skulp” for inyseif. The three hundred and odd men had soon scattered every where around the ship within a radius of a mile, and by noon there was not a live seal within that space. The glare from the ice was very painful to the un protected eye, but some of us had smoked glasses. My companion remained with aie, and we came upon several other groups of seals. Before I returned to the ship my gaff was as merciless and as sure as any, a'nd I killed and “skulped” for my first day no less than fifteen seals. At two o’clock I was “foundered,” owing to the peculiar step one has to adopt walking over the slippery ice. The laborious part of a seal hunter’s work is not the slaughter, but’ collecting the nelts. If the ice is not too close, the steamer pushes her way from heap to heap: but this floe was so compact about three miles iu from the open sea that the hunters had to drag the pelts, eveu on the first day a distance of nearly two miles. In the evening there was scarce y a man whose shoulder was not bleeding from the strain of the tow-rope. We discovered the next day that there were other vessels in the floe, and this made it necessary to put a miniature flag with our ship’s colors over each of our heaps of pelts that were not dragged to ;lie ship. I think we were about a week in the floe -when the Captain announced that if we had our pelts on board we should be loaded. He had taken ata e and found that about twenty-eight thou sand seals had keen killed by our gaffs. During the next week the hunters were employed entirely in dragging the pelts to the ship. When at last our ship was loaded every heart was glad, but there was grievous labor iu sawing and chopping before the ship could move. Neverthe less three weeks after our entry into the floe we were again in the open sea. The men were obliged to slecqi on the pelts in the hold, their clothing and blankets soaked with seal oil. To add to the in convenience, we had to take on board fifty men whose schooner was crushed in the' ice a few miles away. About a third of the value of a cargo of seals goes to the hunters, the .owners of the ship getting the remainder. Our cargo of pelts would fetch about $120,000. Numbers of men around the coast de p ;ud upon the spring seal catch for much of their year’s earnings. lnd e•pendent. A Homesick Pony’s Journey. The following story was sent out from Millersbc-rg, Ky., and is vouched for. Whether its being vouched fof makes it any easier to believe, we leave our readers to determine, says the New Or leans Times- Democrat:: “Ernest Butler, of this place, has a frieud in the Indian Territory, who six months ago sent him an Indian pony. She was kept confined in the stable until the last four weeks. When she got out she wandered off through the several States, swam several rivers, and arrived in the Indian Terri tory last Monday. The pony traveled in four weeks 1200 miles.” The Destructive Teredo. Those who have watched the vessels hauled out on tho marine railway and noticed the pieces of planking taken from them, will have seen that some of them are completely honeycombed. This is caused by the ravages of the teredo, or ship or pile worm, one of the greatest pests in Southern waters. The works on this subject say: “The shell is thick, short and globu lar, widely valved, open in front and be hind, lodged at the larger or inner ex tremity of a cylindrical tube, partly or entirely lined with calcareous matter, and often open at both ends. The valves are reduced to mere appendages at the foot; in the centre of their circular open ing this organ is protruded, the whole forming a very effectual boring appara tus, which is indicated by their peculiar shape, strength, arrangement of the val vular ridges, and great size of the ad ducted muscle. The animal is elonga ted and worm like, the length being due chiefly to the prolongation backward of each respiratory tube, the siphons of which are provided with two calcareous triangular, flattened plates, the palettes of which are always turned to the exter nal aperture. They attack wood im mersed in water, boring in the direction of the grain, and only turning aside when a hard knot or a companion is sttuck, the presence of the latter being detected by the sense of hearing. The dust of the rasped wood is introduced by the cavity into the mouth by the foot and swallowed, being usually found fill ing the long intestine.” In the construction of the wharves in this harbor, palmetto piling brought from the small islands on the Florida coast have been found to withstand the ravages of the teredo better than any other material. The cost of replacing the piling destroyed by this marine nui sance in these waters will amount to thousands of dollars annually, and ves sels not coppered or having their bot toms sheathed with metal have to be hauled out every three months for repairs. Some years ago a brig arrived here from an English port, and lay at an chor in the stream for several weeks during the summer. The craft was not coppered, and on returning to her home port was hauled out, when it was dis covered that the bottom had been com plately honeycombed by the teredo, and it had to be replaced by new planking. —Galveston News. lluts in China. A plague of rats is reported in China, which recalls the German legend of the rats of Hamelin. Certain postal routes have had to be changed in Outer Mongo lia on account of the honey-combing of the whole country by myriads of rats, who have burrowed and eaten up the pasturage so extensively that the supply of food for camels and horses is greatly diminished, aud the burrows are danger ous to all mounted travelers and couriers. The prize offered by the Australian Gov ernment for a riddance of the rabbits which infest that country may afford a suggestion to the authorities in China to offer inducements which M. Pasteur or some unknown Whittington may find advantageous enough to undertake the task of ridding the country of these vermin. Why They Moved. —A little Harlem hoy whose impecunious parents are al ways moving from one house to another, was asked by the Sunday-School teacher: “Why did the Israelites move out of Egyp l ? ’ “Because they couldn’t pay their rent, I suppose,” was the reply. John Half, of Westbrook, Ga., named his first child First Half; his next, Second Half; his third, Other Half; and his fourth, Best Half. He says that his blessings come in halves. IV as America Ever Discovered? At the time when Columbus started In search of the New World, nearly every man, woman and child in Europe insisted that there was no New World to discover. When he came back, crowned with success, a large pro portion of these good people adhered io their theory; and if they were alive to-day many of them would doubtless insistthat America had never been discovered at all. A man will give up anything in this world more readily than a pet theory. For example, look at the individ uals who still maintain that consumption is incurable. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Dis covery has cured thousands upon thousands of cases and will cure thousands more, but these people can’t give up their point. Never theless the “Discovery” will cure any case of consumption, if taken in time. Nothing more iuio.e to cause loss of appe tite than eating. CAN’T SLEEP! Sleeplessness and fearful dreams are the earliest and surest signs of brain exhaustion. In healthy sleep brain force is being stored up to meet the next day’s de mands. But nowadays the ner vous system has been so over tasked that it is nnable to control the mind, and at night the worries, troubles, and work are as present as during the day. Hence the brain has not time to recu perate its energies. The proper medical- remedies are seefatives, nerve tonics, laxatives, and regulators of kJ. the general func tions. and celery are theseda tives and nerve tonics de jLp' manded, and in «vVT a * ne ’ s Celery SJ \LG? Com pound IJ. i JW. their full ben <LT eficial effect is “*jy4§) Italsocon / -M tains, in scientific f/j( the best remediesof the ma vrfc V ca for eon \j 1 t|\stipation andkidneyjLvjj \ y and liver disorders. f ' This is a brief des criptiou ofthemedi '"“ ar, * w c-ine which has brought sweet rest to thou sands who tossed in sleepless ness from night to morning, or whose morbid dreams caused them to awake more tired than ever. All nervous, sleepless, debilitated, or aged people will find vigor and perfect health in the great nerve tonic, Paine’s Celery Compound. Price, SI.OO. Sold by druggists. Circulars free. WELLS.RICHARDSOMCO. Proprietors BURLINGTON, VT. A FOST-OITICE ROBBERY. llow the Thieves Managed to Get Into the Safe. A post-office inspector says;—l went up into Minnesota to investigate a rob bery. The postmaster was a well-to-do German merchant, whose greatest ambi tion is to be postmaster. He has a son, ‘N ick, ’ a round faced little bov, who was all smiles aud smartness. When the postmaster received his commission he called Nick to one side confidentially: ‘Nick, I am der bostmaster; you are der assistant bostmaster. Der government trust us with broherty, und I don’d feel riglid aboud it. I must go down to St. Baul und puy a safe.’ So the old man went and bought a new safe that cost $425. They got it in place, put all the stamps and other government property into it, aud two weeks later burglars en tered the building and the safe was opened and robbed. When I got on the ground the postmaster first wanted to read his political speeches in the last campaign and tell me how much he thought of the administration, but we got to business finally. He showed me how the burglars got into the building— quite an easy trick—and then showed the safe. ‘Und dese doors was open just as dey are now!’ he said. I looked over the safe; it was brand new—not a mark of violence on it anywhere, nor locks dis turbed. I told the postmaster Nick must have forgotten to lock it the night of the burglary. This brought Nick to his feet in a paroxysm. All at once something caught my eye on the wall. It was: ‘Turn to the right three times, stop at 37; to the left twice, stopping at 91; to the right once to 84—open. ’ “ ‘Wljat is that?’ I asked. “ ‘Oh! dot is der gombination. You see, when I get this new safe in they sent a card up from St. Paul with that on, but I forget him, and Nick he lose him, so I just write dot up on der wall where we can see him.’ “ ‘And yon can’t imagine how the thieves got into your safe ?’ “ ‘I haf buzzled my brain over it for two months!’ “ ‘Don’t you think the thieves might have found the combination on the wall ?’ “A great light seemed to break in upon the honest German ‘bostmaster.' He opened his eyes wide, looked again at the safe and the combination on the wall, and then, with a big sigh, remark ed: ‘Well, now, maybe dot was so.’ ” Lassoing Tramps. —Officer Orgnello, of the Los Angeles police, carries a las so, and he finds it of great assistance in catching tramps who may desire to evade him and the jail which awaits the cap tured tramp in that city. The Re-uit of Merlr. When anything stands a test of fifty year 9 among a discriminating peop e.it is pretty good evidence that there is merit somewhere. Few, if any, medicines have met with such , continned success and popu arity as has marked the progress of Brandreth’s PILLg, which, af er a trial of over fifty years, are con ceded to be the safest and most eilectual blood .purifier, tonic and alternative ever introduced to the publ'c. t That this is the result of mer't, and that' Bras dreth’3 Pills perform all that Is claimed tor them, is conclusively prov d by the fact that those who regard them with the greatest favor are those who have med them the longest. Branpbeth’s Pills are fold in every drugi and medicine store, either plain or sugar-' coated. Keely. the motor man, is trying to invent a toboggan that will run up hill. Chronic nasal catarrh positively cured, by Dr. Sage’s Remedy. There is no such word as ‘‘fail” among the fruit preservers. Their motto is: “I can.” Don’t neglect your teeth, they are too valu able. Use Long’s Pearl Tooth Soap. Beck & Gregg Hardware Co., T.AIxTTA, GrA. 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