Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 18, Decatur, Adams County, 24 July 1891 — Page 3

Confirmed. The favorable impression produced on the first appearance of the agreeable liquid fruit remedy. Syrup of Figs, a few years ago, has been more than confirmed by the pleasant experience of all who have used it, and the success of the proprietors and manufacturers, the California Fig Syrup Company. The Author of “Uarltng Nellie Gray.” The name of the composer of the popular ballad, “Darling Nellie Grey,” is Benjamin J. Hanby, not Harnby, as has been stated. He was the oldest son of Rev. William Hanby, who was a bishop of the United Brethren Church, and at the time the song was written the family lived at Westerville, a small town twelve miles north of Columbus, Ohio. His youngest brother, Samuel M. Hanby, now lives at Birmingham, Ala., and his oldest sister, Mrs. Amanda Bilheimer, with her husband, lived as a missionary in Africa for many years. “Ben” Hanby, as he was familiarly known, was a natural genius, but the force of circumstances prevented the fruition of all his desires. He died while in the bloom of early manhood and is buried in the graveyard at Westerville. THE WABASH EINE. H- and some equipment. E-legant day coaches, and W-agner palace sleeping cars A-re in daily service B-etween the city of St. l<ouis A- nd New York and Boston. 8-pacious reclining chair cars 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 to West the sun’s bright ray. Smiles oh the line that leads the way. MAGNIFICENT VESTIBULE EXPRESS TRAINS, running free reclining chair cars andpalace 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, WyomfngT" Washington. Montana, and California. For rates, routes, maps, etc., apply to any ticket agent or address F. Chandler. Gen. Pass, and Ticket Agent. SL Louis. Mo. As Good, Every Jilt. “Why weren’t you invited to the Briggs party?” asked Mr. Duffy of his wife. • “I don’t know.” “The Benders were there, weren’t they?” “They were.” “Then it was all Bender’s doing, you bet. That Bender is a mean, cowardly, lying, unprincipled scoundrel. And he was invited! 1 guess I’m every bit as good as he is, any day.”— New York Press. Mothers should watch carefulty those signs of ill health in their daughters, and at once use Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. It will prove a lasting blessing. Not a Title-Hunter. Gossiper—Everybody is saying you married Count De Golde for his title. American Girl —That’s a base slander. I never thought of his title. I married him for his money.— New York Weekly. Impure blood is the primary cause of the majority of diseases to which the human family is subject. The blood in passing through the system visits every portion of the body—if pure, carrying strength and vitality; if impure, disease and death. Blood poisoning is most dangerous. Prickly Ash Bitters will render the last impossible, and will regulate the system so that health will be a Sure result. The Flagship. The flagship is the ship in a fleet which bears the admiral's flag, and therefore forms a center to which all the other ships must look for orders. It is usually the largest ship in the fleet. ONLY 5 DOLLARS To Niagara Falls awl Return Via C., H. & D., July 30. Special excursion trains will leave Cincinnati and Indianapolis, July 30, for Niagara Falls via the Cincinnati, Hamilton and Dayton R. R. The trains ruh solid via Toledo and Detroit and the Michigan Central and consist of through coaches, sleepers and chair ears. Round trip tickets from Cincinnati or Indianapolis to Niagara Falls and return $5: Toronto and return S 6 and proportionately cheap rates all altfng the line. On sale July 30 and good returning till August 5. Opportunities will be afforded ;to make very cheap side trips from Niagara Falls to Thousand Islands and other points of interest and returning stopover will be permitted within limit of tickets. Secure your sleeping ear berths at once by addressing E. O. McCormick, General Passenger and Ticket Agent, Cincinnati, O. Any C., H. & D. Agent will sell you tickets. Very Dratty. Minks—This bank building doesn’t seem at'all cold, and yet most of the clerks wear skull caps. Jinks—Good many drafts here, you know.— Street & Smith's Good News. KITS.— AII Fits stopped free by Dr.KHne’s Great Nerve Restorer. No Fits after first day’s use. Marvellous cures. Treatise and $2.00 trial bottle free to Fit cases. Send to Dr. Kline. 931 Arch St., Phila., Pa. Faith fears nothing. Faith and trial are the best of friends.

Jliilli HE A NATURAL REMEDY FOB Epileptic Fits, Falling Sickness, Hysterics, St. Vitus Dance, Nervousness, Hypochondria, Melancholia, Inebrity, Sleeplessness, Diz- <■ * ziness, Brain and Spinal Weakness. ———— This medicine has direct action upon the nerve centers, allaying all irritabilities, and increasing the flow and power of nerve fluid. It is perfectly harmless and leaves no unpleasant effects. A Valuable Book en Nervous LIJ L L Diseases sent free to any address, fKf f and poor patients can also obtain | lIL.L. this medicine free of charge. This remedy has beenjprepared by the Reverend Pastor Koenig, of Fort Wayne, Ind., since 1876. and Is now prepared underhis direction by the KOENIG MED. CO.. Chicago, 111. Sold by Druggists at 81 per Bottle. 6 for 85. Targe Size, 81.75. 6 Bottles for 89. The Soap that Cleans Most is Lepox.

DEPARTED VOICES CALL TALMAGE PREACHES ANOTHER STIRRING SERMON. The Influence of Empty Chairs—Father’s, Mother’s, Baby’s" AH Urge the Living to Lead Better and Nobler Lives —A Powerful Appeal. Dr. Talmage’s subject was the “Vacant Chair,” and his text, I Samuel xx, 18, “Thou shalt be missed, because thy seat will be empty.” Set on the table the ~ cutlery and the chased silverware of the palace, for King Saul will give a state dinner to-day. A distinguished place is kept at the table for his son-in-law, a celebrated warrior, David by name. The guests, jeweled and plumed, come in and take their places. When people are invited to a king’s banquet they are very apt to go. But before the covers are lifted from the feast Saul looks around and finds a vacant seat at the table. He says within himself, perhaps audibly, “What does this mean? Where is my son-in-law? Where is David, the great warrior? I invited him. I expected him. What! a vacant ehair at the king’s banquet!” The fact was that David, the warrior, had been seated for the last time at his father-in-law’s table. The day before Jonathan had coaxed David to go and occupy that place at the table, saying to David in the words of my text, “Thou shalt be missed, because thy seat will be empty.” The prediction was fulfilled. David was missed. His seat was empty. That one vacant chair spoke louder than all the occupied chairs at the banquet. In almost every house the articles of furniture take a living personality.' Tha,t picture—a stranger would not see anything remarkable either in its design or execution, but it is more to you than all the pictures of the Louvre and the Luxembourg. You remember who bought it and who admired it. Nfid that hymn book —you remember who sang out of it. And that cradle—you . remember who rocked it. And that Bible—you remember who read out of it. And that bed—you remember who slept in it And that room—you remember who died in it But there is nothing in all your house so eloquent and so mighty-voiced as the vacant chair. I suppose that before Saul and his guests got up froifi this banquet there was a great clatter of wine pitchers, but all that racket was drowned out by the voice that came up from the vacant chair at the table. Millions have gazed and wept at John Quincy Adam’s vacant chair in the House of Representatives, and at Henry Wilson’s vacant chair in the Vice Presidency, and at Henry Clay’s vacant chair in the American Senate, and and Prince Albert's vacant chair in Windsor Castle, and at Thier’s - vacant chair in the councils of the French nation; but all these chairs are unimportant to you as .compared with the vacant chairs in your own household. Have these chairs any lessons for us to learn? Are we any better men and women than when they first addressed us? First I point out to you the father’s, vacant chair. Old men always like to sit in the same place and in the same chair. They somehow feel more at home, and sometimes when you are in their place and they come into the room, you jump up suddenly and say, “Here, father, here’s your chair.” The probability is, it is an armchair, for he is not so strong as he once was, and he needs a little upholding. His hair is a little frosty, his gums a little depressed, for in hjs early days there was not much dentistry. Perhaps a cane chair and oldfashioned apparel, for though you may have suggested some improvement, father does not want any of your nonsense. Grandfather never had much admiration for new-fangled notions. I sat at the table of one of my parishioners in a former congregation; an aged man was at the table, and the son was presiding, and the father somewhat abruptly addressed the son and said, “My son, don’t now try to show oft because tlie minister is here!” Your father never liked any new customs or manners; he preferred the old way of doing things, and never looked so happy as when with his eyes closed he sat in the armchair in the corner. From the wrinkled brow to the tip of the slippers, what placidity! The wave of the past years of his life broke at the foot of that chair. Perhaps sometimes he was a littLe impatient, and sometimes told the same story twice; but over that old chair how many blessed memories hover! I hope you did not crowd that old chair, and that it did not get very much in the way. Sometimes the old man’s chair gets very much in the way, especially if he has been so unwise as to make over all his property to his children with the understanding that they are to take care of him. I have seen in such cases children crowd the old man’s chair to the door, and then crowd it clear into the street, and then crowd it into the poor-house, and keep on crowding it until the old man fell out of it into his grave. But your father’s chair was a sacred place. The children used to climb up on the rungs of it for a good-night kiss, and the longer he stayed the better he liked it. But that chair has been vacant now for some time. The furniture dealer would not give you fifty cents for it, but it is a throne of influence in your domestic circle. I saw in the French palace, and in the throne room, the chair that Napoleon used to occupy. It was a beautiful chair, but the most significant part of it was the letter “N” embroidered into the back of the chair in purple and gold. And your father’s cld chair sits in the throne room of your heart, and your affections have embroidered into the back of the chair in purple and gold the letter “F.” Have all the prayers of that old chair been answered? Have all the counsels of that old chair been practiced? Speak out! old armchair. History tells us of an old man whose three sons were victors in the Olympic games; and when they came back, these three sons, with their garlands,' put them on their father’s brow, and the old man was so rejoiced at the victories of his three children that he fell dead in their arms. And are you, O man, going to bring a wreath of joy and Christian usefullness and put it on vour father’s brow, or on the vacant chair, or on the memory of one departed? Speak out, old armchair! With reference to your father, the words of my text have been fulfilled, “Thou shalt be missed, because thy seat will be empty.” I go a little further on in your house and I find the mother’s chair. It is very apt to be a rocking chair. She had so many cares and troubles to soothethat it must have rockers. I remember it well, It was an old chair, and the rockers were almost worn out, for I was the youngest, ana the chair had rocked the whole family. It made a creaking noise as-it moved, buttheir was music in the sound. It was just high enough to allow us children to put our heads into her lap, That was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries. Ah! what a chair that was. It was different from the father’s chair; it was entirely different. You ask me how. I can not tell, but we all felt it was different. Perhaps there was about this chair more gentleness, more tenderness, more grief when we had done wrong. When we were wayward father scolded, but mother cried. It was a very wakeful chair. lathe sick days of children other chairs could not keep awake; that chair always kept

awake—kept easily awake. That chair knew all the old lullabies and all those wordless songs which mothers sing to their sick children—songs in which all pity and compassion and sympathetic influences are combined. That old chair has stopped rocking for a good many, years. It may be set up in the loft or the garret; but it holds a queenly power yet When at midnight you went into that grog shop to get the intoxicating draft, did you not hear a yoice that said, “My son, why go in there?” Andfouder than the boisterous encore of the place of sinful amusement, a voice saying, “My son, what do you do here?” And when you went into the house of abandonment, a voice saying, “What would your mother do if she knew you were here?” And you were provoked with yourself, and you charged yourself with superstition and fanaticism and your head got hot with your own thoughts, and you went home and you went to bed, and no sooner had you touched the bed than a voice said: “What! a prayerless pillow? Man! what is the matter?” This. You are too near your mother’s rocking chair. ft “Oh, pshaw!” you say, “There’s nothing in that; I’m five hundred miles off from where I was born; I’m three thousand miles off from the church whose bell was the first music I ever heard.” I cannot help that; you are too near your mother’s rocking chair. “Oh,” you say, “there can’t be anything in that, that chair has been vacant a great while.” I cannot help that; it is all the mightier for that; it is omnipotent, that vacant molher’s chair. It whispers, it speaks, it weeps, it carols, it mourns, it prays, it warns, it thunders. A young man went off arid broke his mother’s heart, and while he was away from home his mother idled, and the telegraph brought the son, and he came into the room where she lay, and looked upon her face, and he cried out: “Oh, mother! mother! what your life could not do your death shall effect. This moment I give my heart to God.” And he kept his promise. Another victory for the vacant chair. With reference to vour mother, the words of my text were fulfilled, “Thou shalt be missed, because thy seat will be empty.” Igoon a little further, and I come to the invalid’s chair. What? How long have you been sick? “Oh, I have been sick ten, twenty, thirty years.” Is it possible? What a story of endurance! There are in many of the families of my congregation these invalid chairs. The occupants of them think they are doing no good in the world, but that invalid’s chair is the mighty pulpit from which they have been preaching all these years, trust in God. The first time I preached here at Lakeside, Ohio, amid the throngs present there was nothing that so much impressed me as the spectacle of just one face—the face of an invalid who was wheeled in on her chair. I said to her afteward, “Madame, how long have you been prostrated?” for she was lying flat in the ehair. “Oh,” she replied, “I have been this way fifteen years.” 1 said, “Do you suffer very much?” “Oh, yes,” she said, “I suffer very much. I suffer all the time. Part of the time I was blind. I always suffer.” “Well,” Ifsaid, “can you keep your courage up?” . “Oh, yes,” she said, “I am happy, very happy, indeed.” Her face showed it. She looked the happiest of any one on the ground. Oh, what a means of grace to the world, these invalid chairs. On that field of human'’ suffering the grace of God gets its victory. Edward Payson, the invalid, and Richard Baxter, the invalid, and Robert Hall, the invalid, and the ten thousand of whoni the world has never heard, but of whom all Heaven is cognizant. The most conspicuous thing on earth for God's eye and the eye of angels to rest on is not a throne of earthly power, but it is the invalid’s chair. Oh! these men and women who are always suffering but never complaining—these victims of spinal disease and neuralgic torture and rheumatic excruciation will answer to the roll call of the martyrs and rise to the martyr’s throne and will wave the martyr’s palm. But when one of these invalids’ chairs becomes vacant, how suggestive it is! No more bolstering up of the weary head. No more changing from side to side to get an easy position. No more use of the bandage, and the cataplasm, and the prescription. That invalid’s chair may be folded up, or taken apart, or set away, but it will never lose its queenly power; it will always preach of trust in God and cheerful submission. Suffering all ended now. With respect to that invalid the words of my text have been fulfilled, “Thou shalt be missed, because thy seat will be empty.” I pass on and I find one more vacant chair. It is a high chair. It is the child’s chair. If that chair be occupied I think it is the most potent chair in all the household. All the chairs wait on it; all the chairs are turned toward it. It means more than David’s chair at Saul’s banquet. At any rate, it makes more racket. That is a strange house that can be dull with a child in it. How that child breaks up the hard worldlinesS of the place and keeps you young to sixty, seventy and eighty years of age! have no child of your own, adopt one; it will open Heaven to your soul. It will pay its way. Its crowing in the morning will give the day a cheerful starting, and its glee at night will give the day a cheerful close. You. do not like children? Then you had better stay out of Heaven, for there are so many there they would fairly make you crazy! Only about five hundred millions of them! The old crusty Pharisees told the mothers to keep the children away from Christ. “You bother him,” they said; “you trouble the Master.” Trouble him! He has filled Heaven with that kind of trouble. A pioneer in California says that, for the first year or two after his residence in Sierra Nevada County, there was not a single child in all the reach of a hundred miles. But the Fourth of July came, and the miners were gathered together, and they were celebrating the Fourth with oration and poem and a boisterous brass band, and while the band was playing an infant’s voice was heard crying, and all the members were startled, and the swarthy men began to think of their homes on the eastern coast, and of their wives and children far away, and there hearts were thrilled with homesickness as they heard the baby cry. But the music went on, and the child cried louder and louder, and the brass band played louder and louder, tiding to drown out the infantile interruption, when a swarthy miner, the tears rolling down his face, got up and shook his fist and said, “Stop that noisy band and give the baby a chance.” Oh, there was pathos in it, as well as good cheer in it. There is nothing to arouse and melt and subdue the soul like a child’s voice. But when it goes away from you the high chair becomes a higher chair, and there is desolation all about you. In three-fourths of the homes of this congregation there is a vacant high chair. Somehow you never get over it. There is no One to put to bed at night; no one to ask strange questions about God and Heaven. Oh, what is the use of that high chair? It is to call you higher. What a drawing upward it is to have children in Heaven! And then it is such a preventive against sin. If a father is going away into sin he leaves his living children with their mother; but if a father la going away into sin what is he going to do with his dead children floating about him and hovering over his every wayward step? Oh, speak out, vacant high chair, and say: “Father, come back from sin; mother, come back from

worldliness. lam watching you. lam waiting for you.” With respect to youi child, the words of my text have been fulfilled, “Thou shalt be missed, because thy seat will be empty.” My hearers, I have gathered up the voices of your departed friends and tried to intone them into one invitation upward. I set in array all the vacant chairs of your homes and of your social circle, and I bid them cry out this morning: “Time is short Eternity is near. Take my Saviour. Be at peace with my God. Come up where I am. We lived together on earth, come let us live together in Heaven.” We answer that invitation. We come. Keep a seat for us, as Saul kept a seat for David, but that seat shall not be empty. And oh, when we are all through with this world and we have shaken hands all around for the last time, and all our chairs in the home circle and in the outside world shall be vacant, may we be worshiping God in that place from which we shall go out no more for ever. I thank God there will be no vacant chairs in Heaven. There we shall meet again, and talk over our earthly heartbreaks. How much you have been through since you saw them last! On the shining shore you will talk it all over. The heartaches. The loneliness. The sleepless nights. The weeping until you had no more power to weep, because the heart was withered and dried up. Story of empty cradle, and little shoe only half worn out neyer to be worn again, just the shape of the foot that once pressed it. And dreams when you thought the departed had come back again, and the room seemed bright with their faces, and you started up to greet them, and in the effort the dream broke and you found yourself standing amid room in the midnight—alone. Talking it all over, and then, hand in hand, walking up and down in the light. No sorrow, no tears, no death. Oh, Heaven, beautiful Heaven! Heaven where our friends are. Heaven where we expect to be. In the East they take a cage of birds and bring it to the tomb of the dead, and then they open the door of the cage, and the birds., flying out, sing. And I would to-day bring a cage of Christian consolations to the grave of your loved ones, and I would open the door and let them fill all the air with the music of their voices. Ob, how they bound in these spirits before the throne. Some shout with gladness. Some break forth into uncontrollable weeping for joy. Some stand speechless in their shock of delight. They sing. They quiver with excessive gladness. They gaze on the temples, on the palaces, on the waters, on each other. They weave their joy into garlands, they spring it into triumphal arches, they strike it on timbrels, and then all the loved ones gather in a great circle around the throne of God —fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters, lovers and friends, hand to hand around about the throne of God—the circle ever widening—hand to hand, joy to joy, jubilee to jubilee, victory to victory, “until the day break and the shadows flee away. Turn thou, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.” ‘ A Humbugging Monkey-. The anthropoid apes are a somewhat taciturn race, but a chimpanzee’s murmur of affection is very expressive, and quite different from his grunt of discontent. A sick orang-outang sheds tears, moans piteously, or cries like a pettish child; but such symptoms are rather deceptive, for the orang, as well as the chimpanzee, is a great mimic, not of men only, but of passions and pathological conditions. Two years ago I took temporary charge of a young chimpanzee who was awaiting shipment to the Pacific coast. His former landlord seemed to have indulged him in a penchant for rummaging boxes and coffers, for whenever I attempted to circumscribe the limit of that pastime my boarder tried to bring down the house, metaphorically and literally, by throwing himself upon the floor and tugging violently at the curtains and bell-ropes. If that failed to soften my heart, Pansy became sick. With groans and sobs he would lie down in a corner, preparing to shed the mortal coil, and adjusting the pathos of the closing scene to the degree of my obstinacy, j One day he had set his heart upon exploring the letter department of my chest of drawers, and, after driving him oft' several times, I locked the door and pocketed the key. Pansy did not suspect the full meaning of my act till he had pulled at the knobs and squinted through the key-hole, but, when he realized the truth, life ceased to be worth living; he collapsed at once, and had hardly strength enough left to drag himself to the stove. There he lay, memoaning his untimely fate, and stretching his leg as if the rigor mortis had , already overcome his lower extremities. Ten minutes later his supper was brought in, and I directed the boy to leave the basket behind the stove, in full sight of my guest. But Pansy’s eye assumed a far-off expression; earth had lost its charm; the inhumanity of man to man had made him sick of this vale of tears. Meaning to try him, I accompanied the boy to the staircase, and the victim of my cruelty gave me a parting look of intense reproach as I left the room. But, stealing back on tiptoe, we managed to come upon him unawares, and Pansy looked rather sheepish when we caught him in the act of enjoying an excellent meal.—Dr. Oswald, in Popular Science Monthly. Dakota Farms. A Dakota farm is like no other farm on the footstool. It produces more wealth, is easier managed, requires less to manage than a farm in any other country on earth. There are no rocks to clear away, as in the East; no trees to ffill, as in the Middle States; no ditches to dig and no irrigation to plan, as in some of the Western States; no drought to-fear, as in the Southwest; no floods to dread, as in the rich bottom lands of the Lower Mississippi; no I levees to build or fertilizers to buy, as in the older agricultural countries, and no past record of failure to hover over and alarm the man who plows and reaps in the wheat garden of th© universe. The land that was put in crop eleven years ago is as fertile to-day as then. Yearly, there is no diminution in the productive qualities of this unequaled land. The promises of fortune are always kept in this Macca of the fortune-seeker. Had the searcher for marvelous things in the old time, who boldly embarked upon an unknown sea and, having landed on an unknown coast, bravely pushed into the forest to meet the dame who always waits to be overtaken —had these bold searchers penetrated to imperial Dakota, they would have considered their mission ac complished. There is no need to go beneath the surface for the gold, for it lies on top. No great amount of labor is necessary to accumulate great riches in a country where the ground prepared and the seed placed beneath it assures the harvest in due time. Dakota farms are the most profitable on the sod and are a mine of wealth never-failing, to those who possess them.—. Fargo Bui 4

POPULAR SCIENCE. It has been found that a small dose »f strong alcohol shortens the time that food remains in the stomach by more than half an hour. The British Association of Scientists itates that except for a few feet on the surface the ground on which Yakutsk, Siberia, stands is perpetually frozen to s depth of over 600 feet. The cooling of milk immediately after it is drawn from the cow is of the greatest assistance in delaying fermentation, and it is thought to be the most practical method which can now be recommended. M. Mas cart, one of the most eminent French electricians of the time, says that the use of the magnetic needle in tracing the underground geology, or. in other words, the past geography of a country, is one of those triumphs of science which are almost tantamount to divination. Prof. Tolomei, an Italian chemist, concludes that the ozone produced by electric discharges in a thunderstorm coagulates milk by oxidizing it, and generates lactic acid. Mr. Treadwell of the Wesleyan University, in discussing this, states that the action is not a mere oxidation, but is in part produced by the growth of bacteria, which is very rapid in hot, sultry weather. Some eminent physicists, for instance, like Sir William Thomson, have believed that the crust of the earth is at least 800 miles thick. The majority adduce good reasons for believing that the crust is only twenty-five to fifty miles thick. All agree that if the temperature within the earth v continues to increase as it does near the surface, at the rate of 1 degree’F. for about every fif-ty-five feet of descent, all igneous rocks must be fused at no great depth. In fact, at this rate of increase, the temperature at 200 miles is 18,000 degrees F., which is Prof. Rosetti’s estimate oi the probable temperature of the sun. It is improbable, however, that this rate of increase is maintained for a great distance, and many physicists believe that in some unknown, but not very great depth, the increase in temperature ceases. Grady’s Love of Home and Mother! One of the talented staff of the Atlanta Constitution, a woman, pays a feeling tribute to the memory of Henry "W. Grady, in the course of which she says: “Well do I remember how he spent last year’s holiday season, and the little story he told me of it as I sat in his office one morning after New Year’s. “He had visited his mother in Athens Christmas week, and he said: ‘I don’t think I ever felt happier than when 1 reached the little home of my boyhood, got there at night. She had saved supper for me, aye, and she had remembered all the things I liked. She had toasted me some cheese over the fire. Why, I hadn’t tasted anything like it since I put off mv round jackets. And then she had some home-made candy, she knew I used to love, and, bless her heart! I just felt sixteen again as we sat and talked, and she told me how she prayed for me and thought of me always, and what a brightness I had been to her life, and how she heard me coming home in every boy that whistled along the street. When I went to bed she came and tucked the covers all around me in the dear old way that none but a mother’s hand can know, and I felt so happy apd so peaceful and so full of tender love and tender memories that I cried happy, grateful tears until I went to sleep.’” “When he finished his eyes were full of tears and so were mine. He brushed his hand across his brow swiftly and said laughingly: ‘Why, what are you crying about? What do you know about all this sort of feeling?”’ “There is no surer foundation upon which to build a grand character than that of love of home and mother.” By Observation. Two drummers were lounging near the register of the Grand Pacific last evening. A w’ell-dressed man ol medium age, with sandy mustache and whiskers, briskly walked across the rotunda to the telegraph office. “It’s funny,” spoke up one of the drummers, “how much more a close observer learns of people than another.” “How’s that?” “You see that well-fed looking man with a silk hat at the telegraph office.” “What of him?” “I know a good deal about him just from observation. He is a politician in the first place, for you notice how cautiously he guards his blank while writing his dispatch. He is from Minnesota, you know that by the cut of his coat, and a blind person could tell that he walks like a St. Paul man. I’d be willing to bet a bottle of wine that all my points are correct.” “That’s a go. Mr. Clerk, who is that man at the telegraph office ?” “Governor Merriam, of St Paul, sir.” “Didn’t I tell you?” exclaimed the drummer to his friend. “Now get out your kodak and we will take a drink.” “ With pleasure, after you answer one question. How did you know that was the Governor of Minnesota? Surely it wasn’t by his walk and all that as you said ?” “Os course not. I saw him register. Next!”— Chicago Herald. A Race lor Baby's Life. Says a Hinton, Pa.,dispatch: A thrillingincident occurred at Dimmock station as No. 13 west-bound accommodation dashed into this place. Engineer Fox saw a 2-year*old child standing on the track about 100 yards ahead. He did all he could to stop the train, but in vain, and seemed as if the child was doomed, when Fireman McAlhattan fairly snatched it from the jaws of death. Leaping from the cab he ran like a deer, while a score of anxious eyes watched the race between the fleetfooted fellow and the scarcely slackening speed of the engine. The brave fellow won the race and gained a life for the prize. He sprang in front of the engine, snatched the child from the wheels, and handed it safely to its mother. The latter murmured a few broken words of thanks, took a few steps, then sank to the ground powerless. A cheer was given for the fireman and the baby, and the train swept on. Bury the Hatchet. Let by-gones be by-gones. “The Great Spirit” commanded the North American Indians, when they smoked the calumet or peace pipe, to bury their hatchets, scalping knives and war clubs in the ground, that all thought of hostilities might be buried out of sight Longfellow wrote in Hiawatha: “Buried was the bloody hatchet: Buried was the dreadful war club; Buried were all war-like weapons, And the war cry was forgotten; Then was peace among the nations. 1 * The only man who really fears God « the one who is afraid to do wrong.

' APrtscßaly. ' v On an Atlantic steamer bound for New York, a year or so ago, the usual entertainment for the benefit of a Liverpool charity was projected. There happened to be on board a good many “professionals,” actors and singers, who all promised to take part, except one. who kept aloof, and stubbornly declined to assist. As he was the star most desired, every effort was made to change his mind, and the compaittee of arrangements at last applied to Mr. P. T. Barnum (who was, as usual, an inconspicuous passenger), and begged him to labor with the reluctant singer. Mr. Barnum undertook the mission, and after stating the case and making his appeal, somewhat to his surprise the man at once consented. “I refused all these people,” he said, “and I dislike exceedingly to take part in this sort oi an entertainment, but if you ask me, Mr. Barnum, I cannot decline. lam glad to do anything that will please you.” Mr. Barnum felt much complimented, but protested a little, when the man continued: “You did me a great favor once, Mr. Barnum, and I never have forgotten it. You may not recall it, but I am under great obligations to you.” “Why,” hesitated the great showman, “I must confess I don’t recall—l don’t remember any circumstance, and yet your face is familiar. I haven’t forgot that. Where was it we met ?” “Oh! it was thirty years ago, Mr. Barnum. I took the first prise in your first baby show. I’ve always felt grateful to you.”— Editor’s Drawer, in Harper’s Magazine. Can’t You Catch On To a known means of overcoming that obstinate disorder, constipation? Os course you can. Then why don’t you ? Ask those who have tried It, and they will tell that Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters is a matchless laxative, effectual without violence—thoroughly alterative, but perfectly reliable. It invigorates, too, no less than it regulates the system, and it is chiefly to this firs* quality that it owes the permanency of its regulating effects, since, if vigor is lacking in the region of the bowels, the stomach or the liver, healthful activity in those organs is suspended. Deobstruents and cathartics in general are simply that and nothing more; they relax the bowels merely without invigorating them, and as their laxative action is usually abrupt and violent, they really tend to weaken the organs. Use the Bitters, also, for malari i, rheumatism, indigestion, debility and kidney trouble. A Quarrel Among the Flowers. “What has become of the Sweet Pea?” “Mignonette it.” “If she told you so, you shouldn’t Violet her confidence.” “You needn’t scold about it. I’ll tell Poppy.” “If you do, I’ll keep out Orange of his gun.” “I’m not worried Aster that.” “You Lilac everything when you say it?” The Rose blushed; the Gentian looked blue, but said nothing. “Come, children, you mar Elysium,” replied Mother Primrose, with a hybrid air. “Such contentions Raspberry much, and may end in a Ceceus affair.”— Kate Field’s Washington. E. B. WALTHALL <fc Co., Druggists, Horse Cave, Ky., say; “Hall’s Catarrh Cure cures every one that takes it.” Sold by Druggists, 75c. The Weaker Fortion. Only 2,500 Socialistic votes were polled in Chicago the other day, but that was only the weaker portion. Only about one out of seven Socialists can vote in this country, and counting in tho women, Chicago can reckon at least 18,Q00, or enough to keep the whole country stirred up. CENT A MILE Via the Cincinnati, Hamilton and Dayton Railroad to the Detroit Encampment of the G, A. R. on August 3 from all points on the C.. H. &D. From Cincinnati August 1 and 2 the round trip rate to Detroit will be $7.25, and on August 3it will be $5.30. Special trains as well as regular trains will run solid to Detroit, The C., H. &D. being the only direct lino from Cincinnati to Detroit has been selected\_ the G. A. R. as the official route. Purchase tickets via the C,, H. &D. For further information address E. O. McCormick, General Passenger and Ticket Agent, Cincinnati, O. A Little Bird Told Me So. This common popular expression is not a literal quotation, but is borrowed from the 20th verse of the 10th chapter of Ecclesiastes: “Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bed-chamber, for a bird of the air shall carry thy yoice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.” No Opium in Plso’s Cure for Consumption. Cures where other remedies fail. 250. “Does position effect sleep?” asked a medical writer. It does not when the man holds the position of night-watchman. Out of Sorts Describes a feeling peculiar to persons of dyspeptic tendency, or caused by change of climate, season or life. The stomach is out of order, the head aches or c oes not feel right, The Nerves seem strained to their utmost, the mind Is confused and irritable. This condition finds an excellent corrective in Hood’s Sarsaparilla, which, by its regulating and toning powers, soon restores harmony to the system, and gives strength of mind, nerves, and body. Hood’s Sarsaparilla Sold by all druggists. *1; six for *5. Prepared only by C. I. HOOD 4 CO.. Lowell. Mass. 100 Doses One Dollar IfflNAlD KENNEDY Os Unitary, Mast, says Kennedy’s Medical 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. nil ro Fl Ltd SSW® mrr Name or describe your disease and I will rKr F sen d Free Prescription. Thousands cured. I lIUU Da. T. Nolan Cmowlky, Terre Haute. Ind MfAMTEn! MEN TO TRAVEL. We pay 830 WAN I CUi to 8100 a month and expends. STONE & WELLINGTON, Madison, Win.

Egfl Best Cough Medicine. Recommended by Physicians. KJ I Cures where all else fails. Pleasant and agreeable to the K> Efl taste. Children take it without objection. By druggists. I ■■aEEEroraifrigiMii -

“August Flower” The Hon. J. W. Fennimore is the Sheriff of Kent Co., Del., and lives* at Dover, the County Seat and Capital of the State. The sheriff is a gentleman fifty-nine years of age, and this is what he says : “I have “ used your August Flower for sev-, “ eral years in my family and for my “ own use, and found it does me * ‘ more good than any other remedy.: “ I have been troubled with what I “ call Sick Headache. A pain comes “ in the back part of my head first, “ and then soon a general headache “until I become sick and vomit. “ At times, too, I have a fullness “ after eating, a pressure after eating “at the pit of the stomach, and “sourness, when food seemed to rise “ up in my throat and mouth. When ‘ ‘ I feel this coming on if I take a “ little August Flower it relieves “ me, and is the best remedy I have “ ever taken for it. For this reason “ I take it and recommend it to “ others as a great remedy for Dys“pepsia, &c.” ® G. G. GREEN, Sole Manufacturer, Woodbuiy, New Jersey, U. S. A.

A Have You Tried lt?3i Y — NOT, 0 Try It Now! I A Go to your Druggist, hand Ea V him one dollar, tell him you I*l want a bottle of .... Xprickly ash! K ★BITTERS* S X The Best Medicine known Eh O for the CURE of . Y All Diseases of the Liver, I<> All Diseases of the Stomach, E3 Y All Diseases of the Kidneys, ra A All Diseases of the Bowels, ui V PURIFIES THE BLOOD, |*| CLEANSES THE SYSTEM, M Restores Perfect Health. Q Complexion Must Use POZZOMPS MEDICATED COMPLEXION POWDER. p «r Sal. ky Dragsists * Fancy Goods Dealers Bverywkore YOU NEED NOT FEAR that people will know your hair is dyed tt you use that perfect imitation of naturqy Tutt’s Hair Dye No one can detect it. It imparts a gloaqr color and fresh life to the hair. Easily »p---plied._l > rice, 81. Office, 39 Park Flace. N. Y-, th i q iq ,v/hO AND &ELL* g)TANDAROWcALES FREE BOOKRICE LIST! t| EWIS’ 98> LYE! POWJMSD AND ’irniOD. ■■ (PATYNTgD.) The stronoest and purest Ly» made. Will make the BEST Perfumed Hard Soap in twenty minutes without boiling. It 18 the best for disinfecting sinki, closets, drains, washing bottlea, barrels, paints, etc. PENNA. SALT MANUF’G. CO., Gen. Agta., Phila., Pa. ■» PAID Me’Twill PAY You Plain directions by which anybody ,aßywher« can make from $25 to $2,500 per year. Twill not interfere with, but will improve any business. Send Name, Postofflce and State, enclosing SI.OO. Address. M. CONGDON. Nunda, lIL 125SSSAFETIES Only a few days’ work required. Our g 'Ods sell a* 40c. E'ery family uses 1 package per week. Send stamp tor particulars, or send SI.OO tor outfit, ana Earn Your Bicycle This Week. O.S. TRADING CO.. 36 LaSalle Street. Chicago, HL Package make. 5 ,a0ou«. Ib lcioux. xpnrkliu, aud appeU.iMK Sold by all dealer.. A beautiful Picture Book and Card, sent ftea* any one sending their eddreaa to The C. K. BIkCS CO.. PbUadW FATFOLKSREDUCES Mrs. Alice Maple. Oregon, Mo., writeel I \ u( I 1 “My weight was 820 pounds, now it is I$C a redaction of 125 lbs.” For circulars address, with Dr. O.W.I<.SNYDER. McVicker’s Theatre. Ctucago.fi£ OATARRH.JS&&9S quickly and permanently cured by the new ANTIBBR. TIO HOME TREATMENT.” Thousands of marrelowi cures. Forfree book address with Bets. THE NATION. LL ANTISEPTIC CO.. 146 STATEST. CHICAGO.ILIa I nun V UinilAN Beautiful form, brilliant I UILLT WUmAß.e'es. pearly >kin. mufeot I h- a tli. life worth living to all who use DR. AMIbMETTS FRENCH ARBEGC WAFERS. AI.M Ptt box, by mail; sample nackige, We. Middleton Diug Co., 74 East Cortland Street. New XoritMpqapu Cured at home in 8$ Mount 81. ■,’qJby Belton's Pile Remedy, db ice sl;se iu for circular. Belton Med. Co. t>4u n. Van Buren St. Cbloainx HL •« WOMAN, HER DISEASES AND THBX* W Treatment.” A valuable illustrated book 3 If pages sent tree, ou receipt of lOcentsto cover ooaß ot mailing, etc. Address P.0.80x MM PtfaJSw r. w. n. v no. ao—eu ——... When Writing to Advertiser®, pleaae aa, you aaw the Advertisement lu thia papMk