Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 15, Decatur, Adams County, 3 July 1891 — Page 3

Senator HearatS Men tn Buckram. One day while the late Senator Hearst was a young man and yet had his fortune to make he and a few companions were on a prospecting tour. Along in the afternoon they sighted a band of Indians, and as in those days all Indians were hostile Mr. Hearst and his friends naturally wanted to get away from there. -~sAll the prospectors except the future Senator were mounted on horses. He was on a retired army mule, and soon found himself left in the rear. The Indians were on his trail and things began to look serious when be called out to his rapidly disappearing companions: “Hold on, boys; there’s only a few of them. We needn’t be afraid.” Just then the mule scented the approaching Indians, and with a wild snort started out at a gait that soon left the horsemen far behind. When Hearst was about a quarter of a mile in advance he turned in his saddle and yelled at the top of his voice: “Hurry up, boys; you’ll get scalped. There’s more’n a hundred of them.” Cigar-Smoking Girls. The Burmese girls are very bright, and good beggars, too, and when one steps up to you with a six-inch cigar in her mouth and her comely person swathed in garments, the colors of which would rival Joseph's coat, and offers you her wares, the only thing for a man to do is to buy, and buy at once. The Burmese girls are noted, too, for their independence, and they walk about the streets and through the bazaar and around the pagodas with a big cigar in their mouths with as much freedom as do the men in most countries Their dress is more picturesque, too, than the Arabs’. They use the very brightest red, yellow and pink §ilks in their adornment, and the prevailing fashion runs to scarfs more than to dresses, and bands of ribbons more than to jackets. THE WABASH LIME, n -andsome equipment. E-legant day coaches, and W-agner palace sleeping cart A-re in daily service B-etween the city of St. louis A-nd New York and Boston. 8-pacibus reclining chair can H-ave no equal L-ike those run by the I-ncomparable and only Wabash. N-ew trains and fa*t time E-very day in the year. From East to 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, Goa Pass, and Ticket Agent. St. Louis. Mo. A Crop Assured. Mr. Brickrow—Have you looked over the advertisements of country boardinghouses? Mrs. Brickrow — Yes. Very few farmers are advertising. Mrs. Brickrow—That so? The fruit trees must have some fruit on them this year.— Street & Smith's Good News. it Simply Scoots. The Mt. Carmel Hying machine still refuses to lly. Instead of making a fly of it the machine simply scoots this way and that, like a lame hen dodging a potato and picking up a kernal of corn at the same time. It’s simply another failure to add to the list. FltS.— All Fits stopped free.br Dr.Kllne’s Great Nerve Restorer. No Fite ifter first day’s use. Marvellous cures. Treatise aud t'2M trial bottle free to Fit oxsea. Send to Dr. Kline, 981 Arch St., Fa. It takes a good many trials to make some folks faithful. 1890 X yf/ On the move —Liver, Stomach, and Bowels, after Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets have done their work. It’s a healthy movement, too —a natural one. . The organs are not forced into activity one day, to sink back into a worse state the next. They’re cleansed and regulated—mildly and quietly, without wrenching or griping. One tiny, sugar-coated Pellet is all that’s needed as a gentle laxative; three to four act as a cathartic. They’re the smallest, cheapest, the easiest to take. Sick Headache, Bilious Headache, Constipation, Indigestion, Bilious Attacks, and all derangements of the Liver, Stomach and Bowels are promptly relieved and cured. “German Syrup” “ I have been a great Asthma. sufferer from Asthma and severe Colds every Winter, and last Fall my friends as well as myself thought beaause of my feeble condition, and great distress from constant coughing, and inability to raise any of the accumulated matter from my lungs, that my time was close at hand. When nearly worn out for want of sleep and rest, a friend recommended me to try thy valuable medicine, Boschee’s German Gentle, Syrup. I am confident it saved my Refreshing life Almogt the fi rst Sleep. dose gave me great relief anda gentle - resleep, such as I hadhot had for weeks. My cough began immediately to loosen and pass away, and I found myself rapidly gaining in health and weight. I am pleased to inform thee—unsolicited—that I am in excellent health and do certainly attribute it to thy Boschee’s German Syrup. C. B. STICKNEY, Picton, Ontario.”

ASTRAY BUT RECOVERED TALMAGE PREACHES ON THE NECESSITY OF A REDEEMER. Beauty, Pathos and Comfort Found in the Fifty-third Chapter of Isaiah—-Bow and Why Men and Sheep Go Astray. Whospever Will, Let Bim Come. Dr. Talmage’s subject last Sunday was “Astray, but Recovered,” and his text Isaiah liii, 6: “All we like sheep have gone astray: * * * and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.” Within ninety years at the longest all “who hear or read this sermon will be in eternity. During the next fifty years you will nearly all ba gone. The next ten years will cut a wide swath among the people. The year 1891 will to some be the finality. ■ Such considerations make this occasion absorbing and momentous. The first half of my text is an indictment, “All we like sheep have gone astray.” Some one says: “Can you not drop the first word? That is too general; that, sweeps too great a circle.” Some man rises in the audience and he looks over on the opposite side of the house, ar.d he says: “There is a blasphemer, and I understand how he has gone astray. And there in another part of the house is a defrauder, and he has gone astray. And there is an impure person, and he has gone astray.” Sit down, my brother, and look at home. My text takes us all in. It starts behind the pulpit, sweeps the circuit of the room and comes back to the point where it started, when it savs: “All we like sheep have gone astray.” I can very easily understand why Martin Luther threw up his hands after he had found the Bible and cried out, “Oh! my sins, my sins,” and why the publican, according to the custom to this day in the East, when they have any great grief, began to beat himself and cry as he smote upon his breast, “God be merciful to me a sinner.” I was, like many of you, brought up in the country, and I know some of the habits of sheep and how they get astray, and what my te.Vt means when it says. “All we like sheep have gone astray.” Sheep get astray in two ways, either by trying to get into the other pasture, or from being scared by the dogs. In the former way some of us got astray. We thought the religion of Jesus Christ short commons, We thought there was better pasturage somewhere else. We thought if we could only lie down on the banks of distant streams or under great oaks on the other side of some hill we might be bettor fed. We wanted other pasturage than that which God through Jesus Christ gave our soul, and we wandered on and we wandered on, and we were lost. We wanted bread and we found garbage. The further we wandered, instead of finding rich pasturage, we tound blasted heath and sharper rocks apd more stinging nettles. No pasture. Ho >v was it in the worldly groups when you lost your child? Did they come around and console you very much? Didaiot the plain Christian man who came into your house and sat up with your darling child give you more comfort than all worldly associations? Did all the convivial songs you ever heard comfort you in that day of bereavement so much as the song they sang to you, perhaps the very song that was sang by your little child the last Sabbath afternoon of her life? There is a happy land, far, far away. Where saints immortal reign, br ght, bright as day. Did your business associates in that day of darkness and trouble give you any especial condolence? Business exasperated you, business wore you out, business left you limp as a rag, business made you mad. You got dollars, but you got no peace. God have mercy on the man who has nothing but business to comfort him. The world afforded you no luxuriant pasturage. A famous English actor stood on the stage impersonating, and thunders <>f applause came down from the galleries, and many thought it was the proudest moment of all his life; but there was a man asleep just in front of him. and the fact that tha(,t man was indifferent and somnolent? spoiled all the occasion for him, and he cried, “Wake up! Wake up!” So one little annoyance in life has been more pervading to your mind than all the brilliant congratulations and successes. Poor pasturage for your soul you found in this world. The world has cheated you, the world has belied you, the world has misinterpreted you, the world has persecuted you. It never comforted you. Oh! this world is a good rack from which a horse may pick his hay; it is a good trough from which the swine may crunch their mess; but it gives but little food to a soul blood bought and immortal. What is a soul? It is a hope high as the throne of God. What is a man? You say, “It is only a man.” It is only a man gone overboard in business life. What is a man? The battle ground of threq, worlds, with his hands taking hold of destinies of light or darkness. A man! No line can measure him. No limit can bound him. The archangel before the throne cannot outlive him. The stars shall die, but he will watch their extinguishment. Tbe world will burn, but he will gaze on the conflagration. Endless ages will march on; he will watch the procession.- A man! The masterpiece of God Almighty. Yet you say, “It is only a man.” Can a nature like that be fed on husks of the wilderness? Substantial comfort will not grow On Nature’s barren soil; All we can boast till Christ we know Is vanity and toil. Some of you got astray by looking for better pasturage; others by being scared of the dogs. The hound gets over into the pasture field. The poor things fly in every direction. In a few moments they are torn of the hedges and they are plashed of the ditch, and the lost sheep never gets home unless the farmer goes after it. There is nothing so thoroughly lost as a lost sheep, It may have been in 1857, during the financial panic, or during the financial stress in the fall of 1873, when vou got astray. You almost became an atheist. You said, “Where is God, that honest men go down, and thieves prosper?” You were dogged of creditors, you were dogged of the banks, you were dogged of worldly disaster, and some of you went into misanthropy, and some took to strong drink, and others of you fled out of Christian association, and you got astray. O man! that was the last time when you ought to have forsaken God. Standing amid the foundering of your earthly fortunes, how could you get along without God to comfort you, and a God to deliver you, and l a God to help you, and a (Sod to save you? You tell me you have been through 'epo.ugh business trouble almost to kill you. I knoWTt. I cannot Understand how the boat could live one hour in that chopped sea. But I do not know by what process you got astray; some in one way, and some in another, and it you could really see the position some of you occupy before God this morning, your soul would burst into an agony of tears and you would pelt the heavens with the cry, “God. have mercy!” Sinai’s batteries have been unlimbered above your soul, and at times ... you have heard it thunder. “The wages of sin is death.”- “All have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” “By one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned.” “The soul that sinneth it shall die.”

When Sebastopol was being bombarded, two Russian frigates burned all night in the harbor throwing a glare upon the trembling fortress, and some of you are standing in the night of your soul’s trouble. The cannonade and the conflagration, the multiplication of your sorrows and troubles I think must make the wings of God’s hovering angels shiver to the tip. But the last part of my text opens a door wide enough to let us all out and let all heaven in. Sound it on the organ with all the stops out Thrum it on the harps with all the strings atune. With all the melody possible let the heavens sound it to the earth and let the earth tell it to the heavens. “The lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.” lam glad that the prophet did not stop to explain whom he meant by “him.” Him of the manger, him of the bloody sweet, him of the resurrection throne, him of the crucifixion agony. “On him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all.” , “Oh,” says some man, “that is not generous; that is not fair; let every man carry his own burden and pay his own debts.” That sounds reasonable. If I have an obligation and I have the means to meet it, and I come to you and ask you to settle that obligation, you rightly say, “Pay your own debts.” If you and I walking down the street, both hale, hearty and well, I ask you to carry me, you say, and say rightly, “Walk on your own feet!” But suppose you and I were tn a regiment and I was wounded in the battle and I fell unconscious at your feet with gunshot fractures and dislocations, what would you do? You would call to your comrades saying, “Come and help, this man is helpleas; bring the ambulance.; let us take him to the hospital,” and I would be a dead lift in your arms, and you would lift me from the ground where I had fallen and put me in the ambulance and take me to the hospital and have all kindness shown me. Would there be anything bemeaning in my accepting that kindness? Oh, no. You would be mean not to do it. That is what Christ does. If we could pay our debts then it would be bettor to go up and pay them, saying, “Here, Lord, here is my obligation; here are the means with which I mean to settle that obligation; now give me a receipt; cross it all out.” The debt is paid. But the fact is we have fallen in the battle, we have gone down under tbe hot fire of our transgressions, we have been wounded by the sabers of sin, we are helpless, we are undone. Christ comes. The loud clang heard in the sky on that Christmas night was only the bell the resounding bell, of the lance. Clear the way for the Son of God. He comes down to bind up the wounds, and to scatter the darkness, and to save the lost. Clear the way for the Son of God. Yonder is a woman who would say: “I wandered off from my father’s house; I heard the storm that pelts on a lost soul; my feet were blistered on the hot rocks. I went on and on, thinking that no one cared for my soul, when one night Jesus mot me and He said: ‘Poor thing, go home! your father is waiting for you. Go home, poor thing!’ And, sir, I was too weak to pray, and I was too weak to repent, but I just cried out; I sobbed out my sins and my sorrows on the shoulders of Him of whom it is said, ’the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.”’ There is a young man who would say: “I had a Christian bringing up; I came from the country to city life; I started well; I had a good position, but one night at the theater I met some young men who did me no good. They dragged me all through the sewers of iniquity, and I lost my morals and I lost my position, and I was shabby and wretched. I was going down the street thinking that no one eared for me, when a young man tapped mo on the shoulder and said, ‘George, come with me and I will do you good.' I looked at him to see whether he was joking or not. I saw he was in earnest and I, said, ‘What do you mean, sir?’ ‘Well,’ Inrreplied, ‘I mean if you will come to the meeting to-night I will be very glad to introduce you. 1 will meet you at the door. Will you come?, Said I, ‘I will.’ “I went to the place where I was tarrying. I fixed myself up as well as I could. I buttoned my coat over a ragged vest and went to the door of the church, and the young man met me and we went in; and as I went in I heard an old man praying, and lie looked so much like my father I sobbed right out; and they were all around so kind and sympathetic that I just gave my heart to God, and I know this morning that what you say is true; I believe it in my own experience. ‘On him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all.’ ” Oh, my brother without stopping to look as to whether your hand trembles or notj without stopping to look as to whether your hand is bloated with sin or not, put it in mv hand, let tile give you one warm, brotherly, Christian grip, £tnd invite you right up to the heart, to the compassion, to the sympathy, to the pardon of him on whom the Lord had laid the iniquity of us all. Throw away your sins. Carry them no longer. I proclaim emancipation this morning to all who are bound, pardon for all sin, and eternal life for all the dead. Some one comes here this morning, and I stand aside. He conies up these steps. He comes to this place. I must stand aside. Taking that place He spreads abroad His hands, and they were nailed. You see His feet, they were bruised. He pulls aside the robe and shows you His wounded heart. I say, “Art thou weary?” “Yes,” He. says, “weary with the world’s woe,” I say, “Whence comestthou?” He says, “I come from Calvary.” I say. “Who comes with thee?” He says, “No one; I have trodden the winepress alone!” I say, “Why comcst thou here?” “Oh,” He says, “I came here to carry all the sins and sorrows of the people.” And Ho kneels and- He says, “Put on my shoulders all the sorrows and all the sins.” And, conscious of my own sins first, I take them and put them on the shoulders of the Son of God. I say, “Canst thou bear any more, O Christ?” He says, “Yea, more.” And I gather up the sins of all those who serve at these altars, the officers of the Church of Jesus Christ—l gather up all their sins and put them on Christ’s shoulders, and I say, “Canst thou bear any more?” He says, “Yea, more.” Then I gather up all the sins of a hundred people in this house, and I put them on the shoulders of Christ, and I say, “Canst thou bear more?” He says, “Yea, more.” And I gather up all the sins of this assembly, and I put them on the shoulders of the Son of God and I say, “Canst thou bear them?” “Yea.” He says, “more!” But He is departing. Clear the way for Him, the Son of God. Open the door and let Him pass out. He is carrying our sins and bearing them away. We shall never see them again. He throws them down into the abysm, and you hear the long reverberating echo of their fall. “On Him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all.” Will you let Him take away your sins to-day? Or do you say, “I will take, charge of them myself; I will fight my own battles; I will risk eternity on my own account?” A clergyman said in his pulpit one Sabbath, “Before next Saturday night one of this audience will have passed out of life.” A gentleman said to another seated next to him: “I don’t believe it. I mean to watch, and if it doesn’t come true by next Saturday night I shall tell that clergyman his falsehood.” The man seated next to him said, “Perhaps it will be yourself.” “Oh, no, 6 the -other re-

plied; °I shall live to be an old man.** That night he breathed his last. To-day the Saviour calls. All may come. God never pushes the man off. God never destroys anybody. The man jumps off. It is suicide —soul suicide—if the man perishes, for the invitation is, “Whosoever will, let him come.,” Whosoever,' whosoever whosoever! In this day of merciful visitation, while many are coming into the kingdom of God, join the procession heavenward. Seated among us during a service was a man who cam« in and said, “I don’t know that there is any God.” That was on Friday night J said. “We will kneel down and find out whether there Is any God.” And ito the second seat from the pulpit we knelt He said: “I have found Him. There is a God, a pardoning God. I feel Him here.” He knelt in the darkness of sin. He arose two minutes afterward in the liberty of the Gospel; while another sitting under the gallery Friday night said, “My opportunity is gone; last week I might have been saved, not now; the door is shut” And another from the very midst of meeting, during the week, rushed out of the front door of the Tabernacle, saying, “I am a lost man.” “Behold! the Lamb of God Who taketh away the sin of the world.” “Now is the accepted time. Now is the day of salvation.” “It is appointed unto all men once to die, and after that—the judgment!” SUGGESTIONS OF VALUE. Wild mint scattered about the house will rid it of rats and mice. Mirrors should not be hung where the sun shines directly upon them. Warm soap-suds will keep the bugs off of house-plants and make them grow very fast. To remove finger-marks, putty-stains, etc., from glass, put a little soda in the water with which you wash it. If kid gloves are laid upon a damp towel for two or three minutes, they will go on with less chance of tearing. Dish-towels and dish-cloths should be washed, scalded, and thoroughly dried every day, or they soon become musty. To keep linen from turning yellow put it away rough dry after washing and bleaching well and rinsing in blue water. A broom may be kept in good condition for a long time if it is washed once a week in clean hot suds, and then hung up to dry. Good flour is not tested by its color. White flour may not be the-best. The test of good flour is by the amount of water it absorbs. A range may be kept looking bright and nice with little trouble if it is wiped carefully with brown paper after greasy food has been cooked. To clean white kid shoes rub them gently and thoroughly with a perfectly clean white flannel cloth dipped in diluted ammonia water and white soap. To remove ink-stains from wood, take half a teaspoonful of oil of vitrol and dilute it with a teaspoonful of water, and apply with a feather to the damaged spot. Let it remain for a few montents and then rub it off quickly. If not successful the first time, repeat until the ink is entirely removed. It is an. excellent plan to keep a large box in which all odds and ends of velvet, ribbons, etc., are keep. Such an omnium gatherum will prove a mine from which bindings, bonnet trimmings and other minor necessaries may frequently be extracted at need, and thus save many a dime or 25-cent piece. The appended recipe for tanning skins with the wool or fur on—for use in sleighs or wagons, or house-rugs, or for other purposes—is given by City and Country: “If the hides are not freshly taken off, soak them in water with a little salt until they are soft as when green. Then scrape the flesh off with the fleshing knife, or with a smooth round edge, and with sheepskins the wool should be washed clean with softsoap and water and the suds thoroughly rinsed out. For each skin take four ounces of salt, four ounces of alum and one ounce of borax. Dissolve these in one quart of hot water, and when cool enough to bear tbe hand stir in sufficient rye meal to make a thick paste with half an ounce of Spanish whiting. This paste is to be spread over every part of the flesh side of the skin, which should be folded together lengthwise, wool side out, and left for two weeks in an airy place. Then remove the paste, wash and dry the skin. When not quite dry it must be worked and pulled out and scraped with a knife made for the purpose, shaped like a chopping knife, or with a piece of hard wood made with a sharp edge. The more tbe skin is scraped and worked as it dries the more pliable it will be.” Mr. Peterson Chaffey advertised recently for a colored servant. Among the so-called colored ladies who applied, was Miss Susannah Crow. She was willing to do the work, and receive the sls a month, provided her conditions were conceded to. She wanted quite a number of concessions, and among them immunity from anything like work. “I wants it understood that I ain’t gwine ter fotch no water nor wood inter de kitchen, and somebody has got ter git up in de morning and make de fire in de stove.” “Os course not, Susanah. Nobody would expect you to do those things. Whenever you want a fire made, or wood and water brought in, jus* ring the bell for Mrs. Chaffey, and orcrer her to bring in what you want.” “And I’se not gwine ter do no scrubbin’, and no washin’ db de dishes. No culled lady in Austin does de like ob dat.” “Os course not, Miss Crow. I always make my wife and daughters do the drudgery about the house. If at any time they do not speak respectfully to you, just let me know, and I will see that it does not occur again.” “I oelieves I’ll come on de fust ob de mums.” “Before hiring you, Miss Crow, I want to ask you a few questions.” “What does yer want ter know?” “Can you play on the piano? Can you render Beethoven’s immortal symphonies with the proper musical expression?” “No, sah, but I sings camp-meetin’ tunes.” “Then I am afraid you will not suit the family at all. While my wife is washing the dishes, and doing the scrubbing, I want the cook to play on the piano, and receive company. lam afraid you will not fill the bill. Just get of here you old charcoal fraud!” So he opened the gate, and turned her out into the street, black looks, sass and alh His Bobby. An insurance agent in Rochester never uses a letter stamp of the current series. He bought up a great lot of the stamps of 1859 and 1861, and he uses these on all his letters and goes about feeling that he is making it hot somehow for the postal department.

Lov*'|L«b«rLNti He was a puzzled young man, and he had ooxne to his married sister fdr information. “Say, Nell!” said he, “what kind of a girl is that Smith girl, anyhow ? “Why?" sagely answered his sister. “I took her to'the theater last night and when the lights were down—you know she’s got such dear little hands— I got hold of one of them and squeezed it" “And she snatched her hand away and said you ought to be ashamed of yourself?” “Not much 1” “She didn’t return the gentle pressure?” “No, she didn’t.” “What did she do?” “Nothing; didn’t seem to know her hand had been squeezed.” “Then what?” “I tried it again later on. Same thing. I tried it a third time. Same thing. Then I gave it up. Now, what sort of a girl is that? I thought girls usually did one thing or the other.” “So they do when they know what’s going oil She didn’t feel your squeeze." “But I squeezed hard the third time.” “That doesn’t make any difference.” “Well, what’s the matter with the girl?” “Why, nothing She’s all right; it’s her gloves. You see she’s got a big hand——and wears 5| gloves. I’ve seen her buy them. When she gets them on the palms reach up to the second joints of her fingers. Her hand is jammed together worse than a Chinese lady’s foot, and the tops are as tight around her wists as a vice. The blood can’t circulate, and after she’s had them on half an hour you could stick pins into her, and she wouldn’t know it. If you must squeeze hands, try it on a wooden Indian; you’ll get more response.” “But doesn’t it hurt?” “Hurt? It’s torture. But then it makes the fresh young men think she’s got such ’dear little hands,’ Tommy.”— Chicago Tribune. •Potpourri. There is nothing more refreshing than the faint, fresh fragrance of a properly made potpourri. It is now an easy matter to get a pretty Oriental jar in orthodox shape for a trifling sum. The fragrance of a well made potpourri will last for years, but as the scent of the vases sometimes grows faint, housekeepers often make a fresh preparation each year as the rose season arrives. The following is a well-tested rule, which is republished by request: Measure out a liberal half peck of fragrant rose leavoa. Pack them in a bowl in layers with salt, using a small handful of fine salt Jo three of rose leaves. Keep them five days, turning them twice daily. Do this thoroughly. Add to this mixture three ounces of powdered allspice and one ounce of stick cinnamon. Let this mixture stand one week longer, turning it daily. Now put the preparation into the permanent jar, mixing with it one ounce of allspice, half a pound of dried lavender flowers, one ounce of bruised cloves, one ounce of stick cinnamon, one nutmeg coarsely grated, half a cup of ginger root thinly sliced, half an ounce of anise seed, ten grains of Canton musk, of the finest quality, and two ounces of orris root. Stir all the ingredients thoroughly together, and put them in a jar of suitable size to hold them. At any time add a few drops of attar of rose, or of any essential oil or extract of flowers. Every morning, after airing and brushing out the parlor and dusting it, open the rose jar and allow its fragrance to diffuse through the room. In half an hour’s time close it.,> A delicate, refreshing fragrance will be given to the atmosphere. A portion of this potpourri mixture may be perfectly dried from moisture and used with wool to fill a slumber roll for the back of a chair. — New York Tribune. * — Chickens as Diamond Mines. A New York diamond dealer relates the following story: “A few days ago an unsophisticated couple, hailing from one of the flourishing villages on Long Island, made their way into'my office, and, after fishing out a small bag from the depths of an exaggerated handbag, asked me to examine a atone it contained. “It was a diamond about half a caret in weight The possessors, on being assured that it was genuine, nudged each other, grinned and looked as if they had suddenly acquired possession of a South African mine. “Inquiry on my part elicited the fact that the wife had discovered the treasure in the crop of a chicken purchased at the regular market price from a local butcher. “A few days later the couple called again, this time to sell the diamond. They informed me that wild excitement prevailed in their village, especially in the neighborhood of the butcher shop, which had been besieged ever since the discovery of the diamond by a crowd of eager women, seeking to invest their ready money in all sorts and conditions of poultry.”— Jewelers' Weekly. A Woman Stops a Runaway. Mk. Rollin M. Squire, who is one of the noted horsewomen of New York, was out riding in Central Park one day recently, when a runaway saddle horse dashed by her. The rider, white faced, had dropped his reins and was clinging to his pommel for dear life, while the animal was bolting along at his topmost speed. Mrs. Squire’s saddle horse, Harker, is one of the best trained animals in the world, aud as intelligent as a human being. He wheeled about, even before his mistress could lightly pull the rein, and as she rave the word followed after the runaway. Harker is a Kentucky thoroughbred with a tremendous speed and soon overhauled the bolting horse. Mrs. Squire quietly seized the fallen reins, and as the two horses ran along together brought them gradually to ar standstill, Harker doing his patt as if he had been in the business of stopping runaways all his life. The scared horseman was all confusion and thanks, of course. — New York Press. Two Hints to Smoker*. A well-known tobacconist says: “If you are a smoker and don’t own a cigarcase, carry your cigars in your upper vest pocket, an the left, with the mouth apd downward. The constant motion of your right arm is snre to enuh the tobacco and loosen tbe wrapper, if the cigars be on the right site, and the result is more readily attained with the match end down. If you htwe to let a cigar go out and are not too fastidious to smoke an ’old soldier,’ do trot pull in the last puff, but blow it through the burning end. In this way the nicotine is expelled, which would otherwise gather at the mouih and prevents the cigar from having a funk taste.”— Albany Argus.

A Foreign Invasion. Smrible 'winters throughout Europe brought forth Uttar fruits that ripened in America. "La Grippe'with varying violence broke forth here, and tbe mortality lists show it* shocking ravage* in aggravated cases. An alcoholic principle embodied as a medicated stimulant in the form of Hostetter’s Stomach Bitten has and will ever prove the best specific. Leading continental and American physicians declare that a medicine with a spirituous basis, such as this, affords the surest guaranty against the tremendous inroads of this shocking malady. When w* consider that a slight change of weather is apt to renew it; that it attacks those easily vulnerable organs, the lungs; that its progress is tremendously swift and destructive, we must admit the necessity of repelling it at the outset with a sure preventive. Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters is also a safeguard against malaria, dyspepsia, rheumatism, liver and kidney complaints. Our Canino Friends. The St. Albans (VL) Messenger tells a good dog story. The owner of a dog in that town has a brother who is quite sick, living in the suburbs. During a recent dark and stormy night he decided to send his dog to the brother’s residence to learn his condition. A note of inquiry was writen and given to the dog—his master opening the front door and pointing in the direction which the dog should take. The “messenger” trotted merrily away, and in about one hour and a half returned and made his presence known by barking at the front door. The dog brought an answer in the shape of a letter from the wife of the sick brother replying to the inquiry made, much to the gratification of the household receiving the news. S. K. COBURN, Mgr., Clarie Scott, writes: 'I find Hall's Catarrh Cure a valuable remedy.” Druggists sell it, 75c. Tbe Honest Agent. New Clerk—That house you rented to Mr. and Mrs. Suburb has nothing but a cistern, and that is fifty feet from the door. You told them there was water hi the house. Suburban Agents—There is. Cellar’s half full.— Street <fc Smith's Good News. An Old City. Little Brother—ls Boston an old city? Little Sister (who has been there) — ’Deed it is. Why, the streets is bent ’most double with age. — New York Weekly. _ How a Tourist Makes Money. Dear Readers: While visiting places of interest, I spend my leisure time plating tableware and jewelery and selling platers. I make from $5 to sls per day. The work Is done so nicely that every person wants it. I paid $5 for my plater to H. K. Delno & Co., Columbus, Ohio. Why not have a good time and money in your pocket, when for $5 you can start a business of your own. Write above firm for particulars. A Tourist. Advantages of Wealth. Mr. Nicefello—l am told that Miss Bullion never wears the same dress twice. Miss De Pink (rival belle) —Yes, that is true; and I understand she has a different set of teeth for every day in the week.— New York Weekly. In the “Guide to Health and Etiquette” will be found much useful advice on both subjects, this book is sent free for two 2c stamps by the Pinkham Medicine Co.. Lynn, Mass. Fully Explained. City Boarder—l notice you keep a big bar of soap outside by the pump. It is for the farm hands. I presume? Rural Hostess—Yes, farm hands and faces.”— New York Weekly. Bronchitis is cured by frequent email doses of Piso'e Cure for Consumption. A Dollar in the devil’s hand is big enough to hide the sun.

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