Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 14, Decatur, Adams County, 26 June 1891 — Page 7

; Children Enjoy Tfte pleasant flavor, gentle action and soothing effects of Syrup of Figs, when in need of a laxative, and it the father or mother be costive or bilious the most griitiVying results follow its use, so that it is the •best family remedy known’and every family should have a bottle. Taking No Chances. “You are a pharmacist, are you?” “I am.” “Been in the business a number cd years?” “I have.” “Registered?” “Yes, sir.” “That is your 'diploma hanging over there?” “It is.” A- - you can give me apoundofborax.”—Brooklyn Life. Important Trade "Name Decision. Judge Thayer of the United States Circuit Court at St Louis, has recently handed down an opinion and granted a perpetual injunction against the defendants in the case of The Hostetter Go..'against the Bruggeman Reinert Distilling Go., alias “Gold Spring Distilling Co," prohibiting the advertising, manufacturing or selling of any article of stomach bitters either In bulk, by the gallon or otherwise, or in any way making use of the name “Hostetter” except in connection with the sale of the genuine bitters, which are always -sold in bottles securely sealed, and also ■prohibiting the sale of any bitters in bulk, though the name “Hostetter” be not used, but the suggestion made to the purchaser that ho can put them in the empty Hostetter bottles and purchasers would not discover the difference. His decision supjports the Hostetter company in the extensive use of the name “Hostetter” in connection with either the manufacture or sale of stomach bitters in any manner or form whatsoever, and firmly established its ownership in the same as a “Trade Name.” A Foor Showing. The liar who lies about the size of hailstones has had a very poor show this spring, as hailstones have been few and far between. The biggest lie yet only shows hailstones large enough to beat the planks off a highway bridge in Tennessee, and of course those can be easily replaced. THE WABASH 1.1 AL. H-andsome equipment. E-legant day coaches, and W -agner palace sleeping can A-re in daily service B-etween the city of St. Louis A-nd New York and Boston. 8-pacious reclining chair can II -ave no equal L-ike those run by the I-ncomparable and only Wabash. N -ew trains and fast time E-very day in the year. From East Ao West the sun’s bright ray. Smiles on the line that leads the way. , MAGNIFICENT VESTIBULE EXPRESS TRAINS, running free reclining chair cars and palace sleepers to St. Louis, Kansas City, and Council Bluffs,. The direct route “to all points in Missouri, Kansas, Nebraska, lowa, Texas, Indian Territory. Arkansas, Colorado, Utah, Wyoming. Washington. Montana, and California. For rates, routes, maps, etc., apply to any ticket agent or address F, Chandler. Gen. Bass, and Ticket Agent, St. .Louis. Mo. JSreak it Gently. A citizen of Augusta, Me., heard that a widow in that town had been left a fortune of 825, and he ran to the house with the news. The good tidings wore blurted out in a blunt way, and over she fell in a faint and swallowed four brass pins she was holding in her mouth. Many so-called “Bitters” are not medicines, but simply liquors so disguised as to evade the law ln prohibition sections. This Is not the case with the celebrated Prickly Ash Bitters. It is purely a medicine, acting . on the liver and blood, and by reason of Its cathartic effects cannot be used as a beverage. It should be in every household. Tile Tennis Kt bow. Mistah Ebony—How is youah good health dis mo’nfn’, Mistah Black? Mistah Black—l’s all hunkadory ’cept my right a’m, Mistah Ebony. I‘s sufferin’ from de tennis elbow. “Wot you been doin’?” “Beatin’ ca'pet.”— New York Weekly. rirS.— All Fite stopped free by Dr. Kline's Great Nerve Restorer. No Fits after first day's use. Marvellous cures. Treatise and *2.00 trial bottle tree to Fit oases. Send toJDr..Kllne.«BlArchaUPhUa„ Fa. The man who makes his own God has one who is merciless. The hand of time deals lightly with a woman in perfect health. But all functional derangements and disorders peculiar to women leave their mark. You needn’t have them. Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription comes to your rescue as no other medicine can. It cures them. For periodical pains, prolapsus and other displacements, bearingdown sensations, and all “female -complaints” and weaknesses, it is a positive remedy. It is a powerful, .restorative tonic and nervine, imparting strength to the whole system in general, and to the uterine organs and appendages in particular. It keeps years from your face and figure—but adds years to your life. It’s guar* anteed to give satisfaction in every case. If it doesn’t, your money is returned. ■ / The Soap that Cleans Most is Lenox.

THE HOMESICK SOUL OR. TALMAGE PREACHES ON THE PRODIGAL SON. Christ Came to Restore the Sinful—The Sick Need a Physician, Not the Weil— Affecting Instances of People Who Were Almost Saved. :Dr. Talmage called his sermon last Sunday “The Homesick Soul,” and his text was from the Prodigal Son. Luke xv, 18, “I will arise and go to my father.” There is nothing like hunger t® take the energy out of a man. A hungry man :an toil neither with pen nor hand nor foot. There has been many an army defeated not so much for lack of ammunition as for lack of bread. It was that fact that took the fire out of this young tnan of the text. Storm and exposure will wear out any man’s life in time, but hunger makes quick work. The most iwful cry ever heard on earth is the cry for bread. A traveler tells us that in Asia Minor there are trees which bear fruit looking very mueli like the long bean of our time. It is called the carab. Once in a while the people, reduoedto destitution, would eat these carabs, but generally the carabs, the beans spoken jf in the text, were thrown only to the swine, and they crunched them with great avidity. But this young man of tny text could not even get them without stealing them. So one day amid the swine troughs he begins to soliloquize. He says, “These are no clothes for a rich man’s son to wear; this is no kind of business for a Jew to be engaged in—feeding swine; I’ll go Home, I’ll go home; I will arise and go to iny father.” I know there are a great many people who try to throw a fascination, a romance, a halo about sin, ' but notwithstanding all that Lord Byron and George Sand haye said in regard to it, it is a mean, low, contemptible business, and putting food and fodder into the troughs of a herd of iniquities that root and wallow in the soul of man is a very poor business for men and women intended to be sons and daughters of the Lofd Almighty. And when this young man resolved to go home it was a very wise thing for him to do, and the only question is whether we will follow him. Satan promises large wages if we will serve him, but he clothes his victims with rags, pinches them with hunger, and when they start out to do better he sets after them all the blood-hourtds of perdition. Satan comes to us to-day and he promises all luxuries, all emoluments if we will only serve him. Liar, down with thee to the pit! “The wages of sin is death.” Oh! the young man of the text was wise when he uttered the resolution, “I will arise and go to my father.” In the time of Mary the Persecutor, a persecutor came to a Christian woman who had hidden in her house for the Lord's sake one of Christ’s servants, and the persecutor said, “Where is that heretic?” The Christian woman said: “You open that trunk and you will see the heretic. The persecutor opened the trunk, and on the top of the linen of the trunk he saw a glass. He said, “There is no heretic here.” “Ah,” she said, “you look in the glass and you will see the heretic!” As I take up the’ mirror of God’s word to-day would that instead of seeing the prodigal son of the text we might see ourselves—rmr want, our wandering, our sin, our lost condition, so that we might be as wise as this young man was and say, “I will arise and go to my father.” The resolution of this text was»formed in disgust at his present circumstances. If this young man had been by his employer set to culturing Howers, or training vines over an arbor, or keeping account of the pork market, or overseeing other laborers, he would not have thought of going home. If he had had his pockets full of money, if he had been able to say: “I have a thousand dollars now of my own; what’s the use of my going back to my father's house? Do you think I am going back to apologize to the old man? Why he would put me on the limits; he would not have going on around the old place such conduct as I have been engaged in: I won’t go home; there is no reason why I should go home; I have plenty of money, plenty .of pleasant ; surroundings, why should I go home?” Ah! it was his pauperism, it was his beggary. He had to go home. Some man comes and says to me: “Why do you talk about the ruined state of the human soul? Why don’t you SDeaK about the progress of the nineteenth century, and talk of something more exhilarating!’’ It is for this reason: A man never wants the Gospel until he realizes he is in a famine-stnmfk state. Suppose I should come to you in your home and you are in good, sound, robust health, and I should begin to talk about medicines, and about how much better this medicine is than that, and some other medicine than some other medicine, arid talk about this physician and that physician. After a while you would get tired and you would say: “I don’t want to hear about medicines. Why do you talk to me of physicians? I never have a doctor. # But suppose I come into your house and I find you severely sick, and I know the medicines thtt will cure you, and I know the physician who is skillful enough to meet your case. You say: “Bring on that medicine, bring on that physician. I am terribly sick and I want help.” If I came to you and you feel that you are all right in body and all right in mind, and all right in soul, you have need of nothing; but suppose I have persuaded you that the leprosy of sin is upon you, the worst of all sickness, □b, then you say, “Bring me that balm of the Gospel, bring me that divine medicament, bring me Jesus Christ.”

But, says some one in the audience, “How do you prove that we are in a ruined condition by sin’ Well, I can prove it in two ways, and you may have your choice. I can prove it either by the statements of men, or by the statement of God. Which shall it be? You all say, “Let us have the statement of God.” Well, He says in one place, “The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked.” He says in another place, “What is man that he should be clean? an’d he which is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?” He says in another place, “There is none that doeth good; no, not one.” He says in another place, “As by one man sin entered into the world, and death By sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned.” “Well,” you say, “l am willing to acknowledge that, but why should I take the particular rescue that you propose?” This is tbe reason, “Except a man be born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.’ This ;is the reason, “There is one name given under Heaven among men whereby they may be saved.” Then there are a thousand voices here ready to say: “Well, lam ready to accept this help of the Gospel; I would like to have this divine cure; how shall Igo to work?” Let ine say that a mere whim, an undefined longing amounts to nothing. You must have a stout, tremendous resolution like this young man of the text when he said, “I will arise and go to my father.” “Oh!” says some nan, “how do I know my father wants me? How do I know, if I go back, I would be received?” “Oh!” says-some man. “you don’t know where I have been; you don’t know how tar I have wandered; you wouldn’t talk that way to me if you knew all the iniquities I have committed.” What is

that flatter among the angels of God? It is hews, tt is news! Christ has found the test * No angels can their joy contain. But Kindle with new Are; The sinner lost, is found, they sing, . And strike the sounding lyre. When Napoleon talked of going into Italy, they said: “You cau’t get there; if you knew what the Alps were you wouldn’t talk about it or think of it. You can’t get your ammunition wagons over the Alps.” Then Napoleon rose in his stirrups and waving his hand toward the mountains, he said. “There shall be no Alps.” That wonderful pass was laid out which has been the wonderment of all engineers. And you tell me there are such mountains of sin between your soul and God, there is no mercy. Then J see Christ waving his hand toward the mountains; I hear Him say, ■“! will ■come over the mountains of thy sin and the hills of thy iniquity.” There shall be no Pyrenees; there shall be no Alps. Again, I notice that this resolution of the young man of the text was founded in sorrow at his misbehavior. It was not mere physical plight. It was grief that he had so maltreated his father. It is a sad thing after a father had done everything for a child, to have that child be ungrateful. How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it la, To have a thankless child. That is Shakespeare. “A foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.” That is the Bible. Well, my friends, have not some of us been cruel prodigals? Have we not maltreated our father? And such a father! So loving, so kind. If he had been a stranger, if he had forsaken us, if he had flagellated us, if he had pounded us and turned us out of doors on the commons, it would not have been so wonderful—our treatment of him, but he is a father so loving, so kind, and yet how many of us for our wanderings have never apologized. We apologize for wrongs done to our fellows, but sonic of us perhaps have committed ten thousand times ten thousand wrongs against God and never apologized. I remark still further that this resolution of the text was founded in a feeling of homesickness. J don’t know how long this young man, how many months, how many years, he had been away from his father’s house, but there is something in the reading of my text that makes me think he was homesick. Some of you know what that feeling is. Far away from home, -sometimes surrounded by everything bright and pleasant—plenty of friends —'you have said, “I would give the world "to be home tonight.” Well, this young man was homesick for his father’s house. I have no doubt when he thought of his father’s house he said, “Now, perhaps, father may not be living.” We read nothing in this story—this parable founded on everyday life—we read nothing about the mother. It says nothing about going home to her. I think she was dead. I think she had died of a brokeif heart at his wanderings. A man never gets over having lost his mother. Nothing said about her here. But he is homesick for his father’s house. He thought he would just like to go and walk the old place. He thought he would just like to go and see if things were as they used to be. Many a man, after having been off a long while, has gone home and knocked at the door, and a stranger has come. It is the old homestead, but a stranger comes to the door. He finds out father is gone and mother is gone and brothers amd sisters all gone. I think this young man of the text said to himself, “Perhaps father may be dead.” Still he starts to find out. He is homesick. Are there any here to-day nomesick for God, homesick for Heaven? A sailor, after having been long on the sea, returned to his father’s house, and his mother tried to persuade him not to go away again. She said, “Now, you had better stay at home; don’t go away; we don’t want you to go; you will have it a great deal better here. ” But it made him angry. The night before he went away again to sea, he heard his .mother praying in the next room iiiid‘Tiat made him more angry. He wcijt far on the sea. and a storm came w.jrain he was ordered to very perilous duty, and ho ran up the ratlines, andamid the shrouds of the ship he heard the voice that he had heard in the next room. He tried to whistle it off, he tried to rally his courage, but he could not silence that voice he had heard in the next room, and there-in the storm and the darkness he said: “O, Lord! what a wretch I have been; what a wretch I am. Help me just now, Lord God.” And I thought in this assemblage to-day there may be some who may have the memory of a father’s petition or a mother’s prayer pressing mightily upon the soul, and that this hour they may make the same resolution I find in my text, saying, “I will arise and go to my father.” A lad at Liverpool went out to bathe, went out into the sea, went out too far, got beyond his depth and he floated far away. A ship bound for Dublin came along and took him on board. Sailors are generally very generous fellows, and one gave him a cap and another gave him a jacket, and another gave him ■Shoes. A gentleman passing along on the beach at Liverpool found the lad’s clothes and took them home, and the father was heartbroken, the mother was heartbroken at the loss of their child. They had heard nothing from him, day after day, and they ordered the usual mourning for the sad event. But the lad took ship from' Dublin and arrived in Liverpool the very day the garments arrived. He knocked at the door, and the father was overjoyed, and the mother was overjoyed at the return of their lost son. Oh, my friends, have you waded out too deep? Have you waded down into sin? Have you waded from the shore? Will you come back? When you come back will you come in the rags of your sin, or will you come robed in the Saviour’s righteousness? I believe the latter. Go home to your God to-day. He is waiting for you. Go home! Oh! but you say, “I agree with you on all that, but I must put it off a little longer. Do you know there were many who came just as near as you are to the Kingdom of God and never entered it? I was at East Hampton and I went into the cemetery to look around, and in that cemetery there are twelve graves side by side—the graves of sailors. This crew, some years ago, in a ship went into the breakers at Amagansett, about three miles away. My brother, then preaching at East Hampton, had been at the burial. These men of the crew came very near being saved. The people from Amagansett saw the vessel, and they shot rockets and they sent ropes from the shore, and these poor fellows got into the boat and they pulled mightily for the shore, but just before they got the shore the rope snapped and the boat capsized and they were lost, their bodies afterward washed up on the beach. Oh! what a solemn day it was —I have been told of it by my brother—when these twelve men lay at the foot of the pulpit and ho read oyer them the funeral service. They came very near shore—within shouting distance of the shore, yet did not arrive on solid land. There are some men who come almost to the shore of God’s mercy, but not quite, not quite. To be only airtost saved is not to be saved at aIL I will tell you of two prodigals, the one that got back and the one that did not get back. In Virginia, there is a very prosperous and beautiful home in many respects. A young man wondered off from that home. He wandered very far into ain. They heard of hiui often, but

he was always on the wrong track. H« would not go home. At the door of that beautiful home one night there was a great outcry. The young man of the house ran down and opened the door to see what was the matter. It was midnight The rest of the family were asleep. There were the wife and the children of this prodigal young man. The fact was he had come home and driven them out He said: “Outof this house. Away with these children. I will dash their brains out Out into the storm!” The mother gathered them up and fled. The next morning, the brother, the young man who had stayed at home, went out to find this prodigal brother and son, and he came where he was, and saw the young man wandering up and down in front of the place where he had been staying, and the young man who had kept his integrity said to the older brother: “Here, what does al) this mean? What is the matter with you? Why do you act in this way?” The prodigal looked at him and said: “Who am I? Who do you take me to be?” He said, “You are my brother.” “No, lam not; lam a brute. Have you seen anything of my wife and children? Arc they dead? I drove them ou t last night in the storm. I am a brlite, John; do you think there is any help for me? Do you othink I will ever get over this life of dissipation?” He said, “Brother, there is just one thing that will stop this.” The prodigal ran his finger across his throat and said: “That will stop it, and I'll stop it before night. Oh, my brain! I can stand it no longer.” That prodigal never got home. But I will tell you of a prodigal that did get home. In England two young men started from their father’s house and went down to Portsmouth. The father could not pursue his children; for some reason he could not leave home, and so he wrote a letter down to Mr. Griffin, saying: “Mr. ■Griffin, I wish you would go and see my two sons. They have arrived in Portsmouth, and they are going to take ship and going away from home. I wish you would persuade them baok.” Mr. Griffin went and he tried to persuade them back. He persuaded one to go. Ho went with very easy persuasion becaufl he was very homesick already. The other young man said: “I will not go. I have had enough of home. I’ll never go home.” “Well,” said Mr. Griffin, “then if you won’t go home I’ll get you a respectable position on a respectable ship.” “No, you won’t,” said the prodigal. “No, you won’t. lam going as a common sailor. That will plague my father most, and what will do most to tantalize and worry him will please me best.” Years passed on and Mr. Griffin was seated in his study one day when a message came to him that there was a young man in irons on a ship at the dock—a •young man condemned to death—who wished to see this clergyman. Mr. Griffin went down to the dock andwenton shipboard. The young man said to him, “you don’t know me, do you?” “No,” he said, “I don’t know you.” “Why, don’t you remember that young man you tried to persuade to go honi6 and he wouldn’t go?” “Oh, yes,” said Mr. Griffin, “are you that man?” “Yes, I am that man,” said the other. “I would like to have you pray for me. I have committed murder and I must die. but I don’t want to go out of this world until some one prays for me. You are my father’s friend, and I would like to Have you pray for me.” Mr. Griffin went from judicial authority to judicial authority to get the young man’s pardon. He slept not night ncr day. He went from influential person to influential person unti l in some wav he got that young man’s pardon. He came down on the dock, and as he arrived on the dock with the pardon the father came. He had heard that his son, under a disguised name, had been committing crime and was going to be put to death. So Mr. Griffin and the father went on the ship’s deck, and at the very moment Mr. Griffin offered the pardon to the young nian, the old father threw his arms around the son’s neck, and the son said: “Father, I have done very wrong and lam very sorry. I wish I had never broken your heart. lam very sorry.” “Oh!” said the father, “don’t mention it; it don’t make any difference now. It is all over. 1 forgive you, my son,” and he kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. To-day I offer you the pardon of the Gospel—full pardon, free pardon. I do not care what your sin has been. Though you say you have committed a crime against God, against your own soul, against your fellow man, against your family, against the day of judgment, against the cross of Christ—whatever your crime has been, here is pardon, full pardon, and the very moment that vou take your pardon your Heavenly Father throws his arms around about you and says: “My son, I forgive you. It is all right You are as much in my favor now as if you had never sinned.” Oh! there is joy on earth and joy in Heaven. Who will take the Father’s embrace? There was a gentleman in a rail car who saw in that same car three passengers of very different circumstances. The first was a maniac. He was carefully guarded by his attendants; his mind, like a ship dismasted, was beating against a dark, desolate coast, from which no help could come. The train stopped, and the man was taken out into the asylum, to waste away, perhaps, through years of gioom. The second passenger was a culprit. The outraged law had seized on him. As the cars jolted, the chains rattled. On his face were crime, depravity and despair. The train halted and he was taken out to the penitentiary, to which he had been condemned. There was the third passenger. under far diffeffent circumstances. She was a bride. Every hour was gay as a marriage bell. Life glittered and beckoned. Her companion was taking her to his father’s house. The train halted. The old man was there to welcome her to her new home, and his white locks snowed down upon her as he sealed his word with a father’s kiss. Quickly we fly toward eternity. We will soon be there. Some leave this life condemned. Oh, may it be with us that, leaving this fleeting life for the next, we may find our father ready to greet us to our new home with Him forever. That will be a marriage banquet! Father’s welcome! Father’s bosom! Father’s kiss! Heaven! Heaven!. Some Terse Proverbs. Arab—The contemplation of a vice is a vice. Arab—lt is hard to chase and catch two hares. Arab—The best part of repentance is a little sinning. Sanskirt—Silence is the ornament of the ignorant. Russian—Pray to God, but continue to row to the shore. Tamnla—The handle of the ax is the enemy of its kind. China—There are two good men; one dead and the other unborn. Persian—One pound of learning re» quires ten pounds’ sense to apply it. There is a brewery near Berlin that manufactures every year ab- ut 92,000 barrels of beer. AU the buildings are connected with electric wires, and the head brewer can pit in his room and control the whole of the operations of malting, kiln -drying, mashing, cooling* fermenting, etc. |

AN CIBNT LON DON. Wh»t Lies Beneath the Pavements of the Modern City. f To form a true conception of the Roman city we must sweep away all the accumulated results of modern art and industry. We must create a tabula rasa, and remove, as the mere figments of fancy, the Cathedral, the Abbey, the Tower, the swarming throngs of Cheapside. and the endless squares of brick buildings that shelter the millions of the London of to-day; dissolve the splendid vision, and think only of the past. Confined within the narrow limits of these walls, its greatest lenght the river-front, its greatest breadth between Cripplegate and the Thames, we see the Roman city. It is enclosed by a waU of stone-work and cement from twenty to thirty feet high. Towers or castella appear at intervals. It was built upon the plan of all other Roman cities, and resembled Pompeii or Lindum. Its four chief streets, at least forty feet wide, met in its forum; they were perfectly straight, and led directly to the gates. At their side were narrower limites, or lanes, all equally straight and free from sinuosities. The Roman engineers laid out their strata with unchanging regularity. Every street was paved with smooth stone, like those of Pompeii. Beneath the streets ran the sewers and the waterpipes—we may assume—so invariably found in every Roman city. It is impossible to determine exactly the site of tho London forum; it is only probable that there must have been one. We may, however, infer, from evidence too detailed and minute to enter upon here, that the forum stood upon the oldest part of Roman London, viz., south of Oornhill and east of the Mansion House. It is by no means certain that there was a forum. But an inscribed tile seems to show that the seat of government of the province was at London. Those, however, who consider the latter importance of Roman London can hardly believe that it had no public buildings. At first an insignificant town, although a port of some trade, for more than two centuries it controlled the exports and imports of the entire island. Its wharves were filled with animation, its harbor with ships of burden. All the authorities point to London as a center of commercial activity. So complete was the security in which South Britain remained for centuries, under the protection of Hadrian’s wall and the fortified cities of the west, that London was left without any other defense than a strong castle on the banks of the river until the age of Constantine. Unlike nearly all the other Roman cities, it had no wails, was unprotected even by a ditch, and lav open on all sides to attack. At last, however, at some unknown period, but between the years 350 and 369, by some unknown hand, the Roman wall was built. Its extent may easily be traced; fragments of it still remain; and recently, at an excavation made by the railway company, a party of antiquarians were enabled to study and explore more than 100 feet in length of these ancient defenses. Saxon and Dane, Norman and Englishman, haye in the long course of fifteen centuries altered, overthrown, or rebuilt them; bat their course and circuit were never changed. The Roman wall fixed the limit of the city, and its venerable fragments still recall the days when the last Roman legions marched down the Dover street, when Alfred restored the wall, or when Pym and Hampden found within its shelter the citadel ol modern freedom.— Harper’s Magazine. He Coddled Their Baby. One sees odd sights in a police court, but few more curious than that of the woman who testifies to her husband’s cruelty or urges that he be made to support her, and who. before beginning to make her points against him, turns to him and bids him hold the baby. I The eouple have not lived together per- < haps for months, says the New York Recorder, their domestic relations are worse than strained, but when the wife must have her arms free to impress the judge by the eloquence of her gestures, she falls back at once upon the accustomed and natural baby-holder. “Take her,” she says; and he takes her and sits tending her while her mother describes his iniquities. , “Give her to me,” she says when she has finished, and he stolidly surrenders the infant, for these little scenes do not often end as they would in a novel, in reconciliation. Three dollars a week for the mother is the more usual cons elusion. And how is the sum of $3 arrived at ? It seems to be half the surplus from the man’s wages after his own expenses have been provided for. Suppose he earns sl2 a week. “What does it cost you to live?” the judge may ask him. “Well, $5 for my board and say $1 for incidentals.” # Halve the $6 remaining and there you have the $3. But —one must beg the judge’s pardon. The woman had a baby. Very, likely, then, he would have given her $4. Little enough to maintain her and her infant ; but there’s a shrewd common sense and a rough kindliness about these things often that does not always appear from the outside. The woman is far more likely to get her $3 or her $4 regularly and to be able to count on some deflate assistance from them in the battle of life than would be the case if the judge had awarded her any larger sum. An Empress Fond of Cooper's Novela. One of the masters of ceremonies led me forward and placed me at table immediately in front of the Empress, while Mrs. Dallas and my daughters were placed next.'to the imperial family,alongside of the younger graud duchess. I was repeatedly addressed, on various topics, by the Empress, who spoke distinct if not handsome English. Among her other remarks was her desire to know whether onr novelist, Cooper, had lately written another book, for he was her great favorite—especially, in such works as the “Pioneer,” “The Spy,” and the “Last of the Mohicans;” she had, however, not read all, nor in my opinion his best productions; and I recommended the “Red Bover” and the “Water-Witch.” She had not. heard before of his last work on England, and seemed surprised that he should write about a country where he had been so little.— Century. We Should Complain. Englishmen who come here complain that we are forever shaking hands. The boot should be on the other foot It is the American in England who should complain that the people over there do not shake hands. It grows to be a frightful predicament when it has happened twenty times in a day that you have put out a hand to seal an introduction or • meeting with a shake, and have found the other fellow looking at your hand coldly, and not offering to put out his own. We are the onto to complain, not the English.— New York Sun.

The Tomb of a Seminole Princes*. During his recent visit to Florida Magistrate South came across the tomb of an Indian princess, and took a photograph of her Royal Highness’s re ma i its. The tomb was on a beautiful hillock of palmetto trees on the Kissimee prairie, 150 miles south of the town of Kissimee, Fla., and was built of cypress logs. Tt was 9 feot square and 6 feet high, with a cross on the top. The remains of this Seminole princess had long since been reduced to a skeleton, but around her was the furniture of her wigwam, while from her bony neck hung a string of beads, a cameo ring was on her finger, and a silver watch of ancient make at her side. After taking the photograph the tomb was closed by replacing the logs. Notwithstanding the fact that this noble squaw has lain there for many years, no one, even in that wild country, has ever yet carried off the ornaments and relics in which she was originally buried.— Philadelphia Record. An Imperfect Inventory, Mother—And so your friend Clara is soon to be married? Daughter (just returned from long absence) —Yes; doesn’t It seem strange? I hadn’t heard a word about it until I called to see her this morning. She showed me her trouseau. It’s perfectly lovely, just from Paris, and she has the handsomest ring I ever saw, and she showed me the house she is to live in, and the furniture she has selected, and the horses and carriages she is to have. She she showed me everything except the man she is going to marry. 1 guess she forgot about him.— New York Weekly. In the Name of the Prophet. flge! cry the venders of the fruit in Constant!, nople. Certainly a “great cry over a little wool.* Scarcely less foolish is the practio of those who fly to violent physicking for costivenese. They dose themselves violently, weaken their bowels by so doing, and disable them from acting regularly, so that, verily, the last condition of such people is worse than the first. Hostetter's Stomach Bitters is the safe and eSec. tive substitute for such vast expedients. But no, let us not call them expedients, for it is by i no means expedient to use them. What is need- ’ ed is a gentle but thorough laxative, which not only insures action of the bowels without pain or weakening effects, but also promotes a bealthy secretion and flow of bile into its proper channel. Dyspepsia, debility, kidney complaints, rheumatism and malaria give in to the Bitters. Feline Sagacity. A very much pdtted cat of mine, aged 10, was with me while sewing lately. She had seated herself on a portion of the calico which was before me on a small table, and before leaving the room for a few minutes, I carefully arranged the part of the work with the needle In it so that it hung over the edge of the table and was well out of “Tiny’s” way. On my return, I found she had gathered up the calico and was sitting upon it, but had kept out the unfinished hem, and was holding down the needle with her right paw, purring loudly the while at what she evidently considered a very successful imitation of her mistress.— The London Spectator. J. 8. PARKER. Fredonia, N. Y., says: “Shall not call on you for the SIOO reward, for I believa Hall’s Catarrh Cure will cure any case of catarrh. Was very bad." Write him for particulars. Sold by Druggists, 75c. Bearded the Lion. Mr. Suburb—lt just makes me mad to see the way you New Yorkers pack yourselves away in city flats. Such a life is enough to take all the manhood out of you. Mr. DeFlatte—Huh! There isn’t a I braver man living than S.kihigh, and he | resides in a flat. Brave? He’s as brave as a lion. Why, the other day he caught the janitor helping himself to the tenants’ milk, and meat, and vegetables. Well, sir, that man Skihigh, instead of pretending not to notice it, just stood right up before that janitor and jawed him.”— Street and Smith's Good News. I I A dady returned from a foreign tour | elaims that her health was sustained by I the use of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable { Compound. When the Youngsters Kick. There is always great excitement in a house when a woman comes home with her arms full of bundles. And a great i howl from the children if the bundles do not contain something good to eat. Chinese In Mexico. A Chinese capitalist, under, the concession of lands free of rent, is making arrangements to colonize land on the Isthmus of Tehuantepec with Chinese agriculturists. "A hand-saw is a good thing, but not to shave with. It Is no falsehood to say of common washing scans that they are not intended for house-cleaning. Use SAPOLIO. Scandinavian Sal lorn. Scandinavian sailors predominate on vessels of nearly all nationalities. No Opium in Piso’s Cure for Consumption. Cures where other remedies fait 25c. No one can suffer in any good cause without bojn« a gainer. Weak and Weary In early summer tbe warmer weather is especially weakening and enervating, and “that tired feeling* is very prevalent. Tbe great benefit which iieople at thia season derive from Hood’s Sarsaparilla proves that this medicine “makes the weak strong.* It does not act like a stimulant. Imparting ficticious strength, but Hood's Sarsaparilla builds up in a perfectly naturiA way all the weakened parts, purifies the blood, creates a good appetite. Hood’s Sarsaparilla Bold by all druggists. $1: six for $5. Prepared only by C. I. HOOD A CO. Lowell, Mass. 100 Doses One Dollar

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“August Flower” This is the query pels What Is petually on your little boy's lips. And he is It For? no worse than the big* rr, older, balder-head-is an interrogation point.’ “What is it for?” we continually cry from the cradle to the grave. So with this little introduc* tory sermon we turn and ask: “What is August Flower for ?” As easily answered as asked: It is for Dyspepsia. It is a special remedy for the Stomach and Liver. Nothing more than this; but this brimful. We believe August Flower cures Dyspepsia. We know it will. We have reasons for knowing it. Twenty yearAago it started in a small country town. To-day it has an honorea plap&Di every city and country store*, possesses one of the largest manufacturing plants in the country and sells every where. Why is this? The reason is as simple as a child’s thought. It is honest, does one thing, and does it right along—it cures Dyspepsia. • G. G. GREEN, Sole Man’fr,Woodbury,NJ. : rIURIFY YOUR BLOOD. But do not uso tho dangerous alkaline and mercurial preparations which destroy your nervous system and ruin the digestive power of the stomach. The vegetable kinfdom gives us tho best and safest remedial agents. Dr. Sherman devoted tho greater part of his life to the discovery of this reliable and safe remedy, and all its Ingredient* are vegetable. He gave It the name ol Prickly Ash Bitters! a namo every one can remember, and to tho present day nothing has been discovered that Is so beneficial lor the BLOOD, for the LIVER, lor the KIDNEYS and* for tho STOMACH. This remedy Is new so well and favorably known by all who have used it that arguments as to its merits are useless, and if others who require a corrective to tho system would but give it a trial tho health of this country would be vastly improved. Remember tho namo—PRICKLY ASH BITTERS. Ask your druggist for IL PRICKLY ASH BITTERS CO., . ST. LOUIS. MOl “DONALDKENNEDY” Os Muiy, Mass., saji Kennedy’s Discovery cures Horrid Old Sores, Deep Seated Ulcers of 40 years’ standing, Inward Tumors, and every disease of the skin, except Thunder Humor, and Cancer that has taken root. Price si.so. Sold by every Druggist in the U. S. and Canada. * I EWIS’ 98 LYE I Powdered and I’erfumad. Kb (i-atkntkd) The utrougest and purest LsIna<l<s . u> ft ke the best per. Iff fumed Hard Seap in 20 minute* without boiling. It la tlxo JBosat for softening water, cleansing waste-pipei, dfslnfeet. fIW Ing links, closets, washing hot- ■ ■ ties, paints, trees, etc. PERRI. SALT MTG GIL <ZiaZZZi39 Gen. Agts., Ph Ila., Pa. H PAID Me’Twil! PAY You Plain directions by which anybody, aaywlier* ■ can make from fcs to 12.500 per year. ’Twin not interfere with, but will improve any business. Send Name, Postoffice and State, enclosing UDO. Addrets. It. CO-NG DON. Nando, 111. __ Whir tmc Bcsrasee is esueee ee SCARLET FC VEN, COLDS* MEASLES, CATARRH. AO. evTHs use ofthk invibibl* iDF AFlsound disc IB > IT fwliieb 1* ffueeranteed to keif » Jper cent, of eiw* Uaa aHtaUar & J Ytow oomMaed. Tke «a«w to ike tere | RBfAW are to tke eyet PcsHivtly to* vtrtbte Wem iwontke wiUtoat rstopvab ML C. W A LEM. Bridgey sip C—rmsiTT* 4 “ir-rHI-rg I|T“< -ry—ririrsi SM by all dealer*. A beautiful Picture Beofc and Card* seat hw* any one sending tWr addm* to Tbe C. B. MIBCT CO., PldladW ( \ ( remedies. Nostarving,noinoonvealen<» „ - * 'and no bed effeete. Strict 1 y eoofideetieL AGENTS HAKE 85 A MY Distributing eamplee and selling our Medicilia! aato TBUet Soap to families. Samples free. CROm A HKKD, 195 LaSalle St, Chkafe. I nvn V UinilAM Beautiful form, brilliant Lmetfs french arsenic wafeks. itoo »er box, by mall; sample package, 10c. MiddletoM DrnjC Ctfc, 74 East Cortland Street. New YoriS* M&fsblicTfoßi * C W<*MAN. HER DISEASES AND THEIM VV Treatment.” A valuable illu-traled book eff 12 pages aeut tree, on receipt of 10 cent-, to cover coat at mailing, etc. Addresa PO. Box 1008. Pblla, Pa, N. U w F. W.. ± ..^..........^...H0, Slj When Wrltin* to Advertisers, pleaae ms yon saw tbe advertisement In thia pap set

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