Decatur Democrat, Volume 41, Number 3, Decatur, Adams County, 1 April 1897 — Page 7

Legal Advertising. OF EXECUTOR Notloo tn hereby given, that th« undcrsigneq. has »><>«•!> uppJinted executor ot the estate of Ellz’ab'eth Mhsso lute of Ailatus county, deceased. The estate is probably solvent Wili.um 11. NIBI.ICK. Executor. March 80, I8t»7. 3-« P—_/A , MENT * AI NINTH ATOR’ Notice Is hereby glyco, that the undersigned has been Appointed: ndnilnißtrid-or with the will annexed of the estate of l.isi tta Norwnld Jute of Adams county, deceased. The estate Is probably solvent WlbtlAMll NiIK.ICK, Administrator with the will tinnnuxed. March 17. 1897. J, R, Bobo, Attorney. • 2-3 for liquor license. To the citizens of Wil iams, Root township Adams county, Indiana.: Notice Is hereby given that the undersigned will make application to the board of county commissioners ol Adams county, Indiana, et their next regular session for license to s<‘H spirituous, vinous an I malt liquors in connection with retail grocery, for the term ot one year at my pliice of business situated in the rear room on the ground floor of the lot known aS No. forty-three (43) fronting railroad, in the town of Williams, Adams county. Indiana I_3 HENRY ZWICK OI'ICE OF SAL.') OF BONDS. Notice is nereby given that I. the undersigned, treasurer of Adams county, Indiana, pursuant to an order of the board of commissioners of said county, will on Thursday, April 29, 1897, at 8 o’clockof said day. offer, for sale at public auction, thirty-four thousand nine hundred forty-nine (8U4.V49) dollars worth of the gravel road bonds of said county issued for the purpose of constructing the David Steele, (Dcca.turand Bluffton) gravel road. Said bonds draw interest at 5 per cent, per annum and are payable In ten equal series on the 15th dav of November ot each year. Said bonds win be sold for cash. DanP. Boi.ijs, 3-3 Treasurer of Adams County, Indiana. , TO NON-RESIDENTS. The Stare of Indiana. Adams county, ss: In the Adams Circuit Court. April term. 1897. Maggie Miller vs Charles Giesler, John Glesler. Lizzie Giesler, No. 5.432. Mary Gerard. Albert Gerard her h’bd Neola Moyer. Petition for partition. Joseph Mover, It appearing from affidavit, filed in the above entitled cause, that Charles Giesler, John Giesler. Lizzie Giesler and Joseph Moyer of the above named defendents are non-residents of the state ot Indiana. Notice is therefore hereby given the said Charles Giesler. John Giesler, Lizzie Giesler and Joseph Moyer that they be and appear before the Honorable Judge of the Adams Circuit Court on the 17th day of Mav, 1897. the same being the Hist Juridical day of the next regular term thereof, to be holden at the courthouse in the city of Decatur.commeneingon Monday, the 12th day of April A. D. 1897 and plead' by answer or demur to said complaint or the same wll oe henrd and determined in their absence. Witnessinv name, and theseal of said court hereto affixed this 23rd day Os March, J 897. JohjtH. Lenhart. Clerk Schurger. Reed & Smith 23 Attorneys for plaintiff TO NON RESIDENTS. The State of Indiana Adams county, ss. In the Adams Circuit Court. April term 1897. Peter E. Habegger ) VS Christiana Gillespie, )■ No. 5.433. k Clark Gillespie. ,1 To reform deed and et al I quiet title. It appearing from affidavit filed in the above entitled cause, that. Christiana Gillespie. Sina F Taylor. Jo eph Taylor. Margaret Erwin. Frank Erwin. Robert S Gillespie. Elizabeth Gillespie. Benjamin Gillespie, Gertrude Gillespie. Harrv Gillispie. Hattie Gillespie and Paul Gillespie of the above named defendants are non residents of the State of Indiana. . ~ Notice is therfore hereby given the said Christiana Gillespie. Sina F. Taylor, Jose ph Taylor, Margaret Erwin. Frank Erwin. Robert 8 Gillespie. Elizabeth Gillespie, Berjamin Gillespie. Gertrude Gillespie, Harry Gillespie. Hattie G illespie and Paul Gillespie that they lie and appear before the Hon. Judge of the Adams circuit court on the 17th day of May. 189, the same being the3l' juridical day ol thenext regular term thereof, to be holden at t.fie Court House in the city of Decatur, commencing on Monday the 12thdav of April A. 1)., 1897, and plead by answer or demur to said complaint, or the same will be heard and determined in their absence. Witness uiv name. and the seal of stiid court hereto affixed, this23rd day of March. A. D. 1897. John H Lenhart. Clerk. Schurg'-r. Reed & Smith. 2-3 Attorneys for plaintiff. 'gHERIFF’S SALE. The State of Indiana. Adams county ss: In the Wayne circuit court of Wayne county. Indiana. Joseph H. Kinsey I J, 8 . '■ No. 10,206, George W. Fisher, ( Martha J. Fisher. J By virtue or an order of sale to me directed by the clerk of the Wayne Circuit Court, of said county and state, 1 have levied upon the real estate hereinafter mentioned and will expose for sale at public auction at the East door of the Court House in the city of-Decatur, Adams county, Indiana, between the hours of 10 o’clock A. M. and 4 o'clock P. M. on Saturday, April 10, .1897. The rents and profits for a term not exceeding seven years, of the following described real estate, situated in Adams County, Indiana, to-wit: The northwest quarter of the southeast quarter of section tweuty-seven (27) township twenty-six (26) north range fifteen (15) east containing forty (40) acres in Adams county, state of Indiana. ■ And on failure to realize therefrom the full amount of judgment, interest thereon and costs, I will at the same time and in the same manner aforesaid, offer for sale the fee simple of the above described premises. Taken as the property of George W. I< isher et al to satisfy said decree this 17th day oi March, 1897. Peter P. Ashbaucher, Sheriff. 1-3 Hv Francis E. McLean, Deputy. Ja'ifkson & Starr, Att’ys. for plaintiff, Webster Under Suspicion. The story is told that Daniel Webster, when on his way by stage coach to Washington once, was looked upon with suspicion by his traveling companions. Finally one of the latter tapped him on the knee and said; “How far are you going?” “I am going. ..to Washington,” answered Webster. •'V, “Are you a merchant?” continued the inquirer. “No; I am a senator, ” replied Webster. “Well, well!” exclaimed the other, holding out his hand. “I am relieved. ~We feared you might be a highwayman. ’ ’ —Harper’s Round Table. A Wrong Supposftibn. . ..‘ ‘The people moved out of that house this morning, and that is the landlord just goiig in. ” _ “He appears to have a great many prospective tenants.” “Prospective tenants, indeed! They are only neighbors gibing to see in what condition the people, left the house. liondon Fun. « i

ITTLAYED one tune. LIMITED REPERTORY OF THE ST. JOE CORNET BAND. First Piece It Learned and the Soleniq Occasion ou Which It Was Rendered. ‘•Music by tile Hand" at the School Exhibition—Old Timers Look Buck. Two men were at a table overlooking Michigan avenue. They were unmistakably from some place in the west. They had the good old time manners which are becoming scarce in every section. They wore 60 or maybe 70 years each. One of them was reading the n :\vs to the other one. The one who was reading stopped and said: “I’ll bo doggoned if Sam Stone ain’t (toad. It says here that he died in Topeky, Kan. You remember Sam Stone. He av rote that old song, ‘Wait For the Wagon and We’ll All Take a Ride. ’ ” “Hain’t thought of it BOyear, Cy,” replied the old man opposite him. “Let’s see, how did it go?—something like this”—the old man puckered his lips and tried to whistle the air, but the sound from bis mouth resembled that of a hungry wind through a keyhole. ‘‘Jim, you’re getting wind wasted. Getting old. Fellows like you and me can’t whistle. Better hum it, Jim.” And Jim hummed it while Cy beat time with his fingers on the table. “I had forgot, Cy, who. it was that wrote it.” “Yes, it was Sam Stone. I’d ’bout forgot it myself till I see it in that morning paper. M “Sam Stone was 84, so the paper says. He died in Topeky, where he’d lived about 28 years. That was a great old song in its day. ” “That and ‘Pop Goes the Weasel.’ ” “But ‘Wait For the Wagon’ was the most catching. I remember it was the first piece that the St. Joe (Mo.) cornet band learned to play. And just then there was a man died in St. Joe who was a high roller in the Masonic lodge in the town, and a mighty popular man he was. Os course he was buried with Masonic rites, and the lodge committee called on the leader of the band to engage the band’s service. It was the first job the band had, and as it was in debt for the snare drum and the big horn here was a to get even. “So the leader got a retainer, and then he told the committee that the band couldn’t play only one piece, and that was‘Wait For the Wagon.’ The leader said it was not built on dead march time, but by playing it low and muffling the big drum he could make it sound solemn. So the band turned out at the funeral and it played‘Wait For the Wagon’ all the way out to Mount Moriah cemetery. Some of the boys about town had a hard time looking sad, especially Ben Ullman, the big butcher, who was one of the pallbearers. Ben was .the funny man of the town, anyhoff “I remember Ben, Cy. ” “I knowed you dii. As I was saying, it was hard to keep straight faces, the band playing that tune, going out to th«’_giave. Coming back there was near--1 ■ a row. The high muck a muck of the lodge told the leader of the band he had better change the music, and then the leader said the band couldn’t play anything else, and that he had told him so. The procession marched down Frederick avenue coming back and it commenced to rain, so that the lodge—it was the Zeredathah chapter, as I remember —had to quicken their steps, and that put the band out. ’ ’

“Os course, Cy. You can’t march double quick on slow music. But go on. ’ ’ “Well, the only thing for the band to do was to liven up the tune, and that was what raised Old Ned. The newspaper came out next week with a piece in it as long as your arm saying it was a disgrace, and that if the band expected the citizens to help pay its debts it had better learn some music that would be appropriate at funerals, as people were liable to die any time. Os course that made the band mad.” “Os course, Cy. But what did they do?” “Stopped their papers. Then when Neely’s academy gave the school exhibition in the Presbyterian church on the hill, the band was engaged and put in the gallery, which was in one end of the church. The band opened the exercises with ‘Wait For the Wagon. ’ Then the pastor of the church prayed, and the band played ‘Wait For the Wagon’ again. The programme consisted of essays—compositions ’they called them then—declamations and some dialogues, and scattered along through the programme was‘music by the band, ’ and every time it played ‘Wait For. the Wagon.’ It got to be as good as a circus. I remember the leader of the band died a good many years ago, and the piece in the paper about him said lie wrote‘Wait For the Wagon,’but the paper was wrong. It was Sam Stone who wrote it, him that has just died in Topeky.” “It all comes back to me now, Cy. But all I can remember is the tune and the first two lines: “Wait for the wagon, And we’ll all take a ride. ” —Chicago Chronicle. — j- " They Never Sleep. There are several species of fish, reptiles and insects which never sleep. Among fish it is now positively known that pike, salmon and goldfish never sleep at all; also that there are several others of the fish family that never sleep more than a few minutes during a month. There are dozens of . speoies of flies which never indulge in slum ber and from three to five species of serpents which the naturalists have never yet been able to catch napping. Her Proverb. Mra. Gummey—Do you believe in proverbs? : Mrs. Glanders—Certainly. I believe that a bird on the hat is worth two in the bush, for example.—Harper’s Bazar.

IN LAVENDER. j Touch I,’it the yellow folds Which keep Tho crumbling dust that miro was bloom, And wafts of Hummer swietiioxs creep Like wandering glioHts to haunt the room. And straight with dreaming eyes I neo, In homely garb us russet brown, Tho muid whose fingers robbed (ho bee To strew with sweets her wedding gown. Fairer than any flower that blows, With bright fare lifted to the day, Led on by blesaed thoughts, .-be goes Smiling along tho garden way. Tin l lilies cluster on tin t talk, The slicking bees make merry rout Ainqng tho thyme beside the walk And beds With wallflowers Rut übOirt. ■ The sunshine tills the brooding sky. The birds their lu sting rapture speak, And little careless winds go by With warm, light, touches on her check. Her apron gathered on my arm, Iler cninty fingers gleaning slow, She walks in youth’s eternal charm, This little maid of long ago. And mme but those who love <rn gucsa What thoughts her quiet pulses stir Or what dear hopes h< r visions bless Among the beds of lavender. —Emily H. Miller in New York Tribune. A 31IBNIGNT PIIIVE. Some years ago I was sadly in need of a change into the country, and, most opportunely, a doctor in Arlington was anxious to winter abroad, so I took his practice for six months. Arlington was u picturesque little place some five miles from the sea. The people were most friendly and gave me a hearty welcome immediately. Dr. Seward, whose substitute I was, kept a smart little horse and buggy. The weather being unusually fine for the time of year, I immensely enjoyed the driving, for the country was new to me. One day as I was returning home, when it was beginning to grow dusk, my eye was caught by the glow of thesetting sun on the windows of a house standing on rather high ground near the sea. It was an old red brick house and seemed much out of repair. Turning to my driver I asked him who owned the place. “It is called The Laurels, ’ ’ was his reply. I was surprised at the curt speech, for usually he was very talkative. Just then we turned a corner, and it wa« lost from sight. The matter then passed from my mind entirely. Soon after that the weather grew wild and stormy, so that my long drives became a nuisance instead of a pleasure, and on the evening of April 1 I came in at 7, really thankful that my day’s work was over. This thought gave me the greatest comfort, and after dinner I settled myself in a large armchair drawn up to the blazing hearth and resigned myself to a cup of excellent coffee and a good cigar. The long, cold drive had made me drowsy, and soon, in spite of my interest, I fell sound asleep and dreamed of my school days. I was awakened by the violent ringing of the surgery bell—an agitated sound, as though the ringer had been kept -waiting some time and was growing angry. The clock was just striking 11, sol must have slept ler nearly two hours; then, remembering that the housekeeper must have gone to bed, I roused myself and went to the door. The rain had ceased, but heavy clouds were scudding across the sky, partially obscuring tne haloed moon. By the flickering light of the hall lamp I saw a young man, muffled in a dark cloak He looked about 25, and his dark, handsome face seemed pale and disturbed. “You are a surgeon?” he said abruptly, stretching out his hand. I noticed that there was a bloodstained handkerchief twisted round his wrist, and so concluded he had met with an accident and needed my attention, so I said: “Yes, come inside. The wind will extinguish the lamp, and I have no matches about me.” “I want you to come with me at once. My brother has met with an accident. It is a matter of life and death. Come. ” “Where?” I asked hurriedly, shivering with cold, for he would not come in. “To The Laurels. I implore you to make baste,” was the agitated answer. “Your name?” I asked in despair, for Tho Laurels was five miles away. “Guy Chilvers. Are you ready? Come.” All I could do was to step back into the ball, put on my furred coat, and ask him to wait while I harnessed the horse. He agreed to this and accompanied me to the stable, even offering to hold the lantern while I attended to the horse, for my man had gone to bed with a cold. By its light I studied Iris face. He had an almost faultless profile, with a hard niouth and dark, restless eyes. He looketf rather like an actor. I could not say whether I liked his looks or not. Seldom, if ever, have I seen a face which so attracted and repelled me at the same time. b I had expected my tired horse to go slowly, but to my surprise he seemedunusually fresh, shied tmd even attempted to rear when my impatient visitor laid his hand on him. It was with difficulty that I harnessed him at all. The horse had always been perfectly quiet and steady before, but several times during that lonely drive I thought ho would have landed us in a ditch. At last we reached a rusty iron gate, where Chilvers leaped out, and, seizing the horse by tho bit, slipped the rein over the post. Then as I got down he flung open the gate and pushed me in.’ “Quick, ” he said, “or wo shall be too late!” Tho house looked dark and forbidding, but a ray of light shone through the door, which was ajar. I felt strangely nervous and excited as I entered. What if this were a trap to rob and murder me? My guide opened a door and disappeared from sight, leaving me alone in the uncanny place, which was quite unlike any house I was ever in before. I believe had- hebeen gone one instant longer I must have made the best of my way out into the dark drive and left my patient to his fate, so unnerved had 1

become. However, as I took one step toward the door he reappeared, carrying a lamp which cast a curious shadow on ' the wall. , “Come up stairs,” he said quickly. “Harold is there. Step quietly.” And he lid t>v way into a largo room, which struck me us the most uncomfortable bedi’ooin 1 i ver entered. But instantly niy wind : tli ntion was fixed on a slim, boyish figure lying on the bod, fully dressed, with the blood flowing fropi a deep wound in bis left, side. For aTniimte I thought him already dead, but he raised his h ad feebly as we entered and whispered faintly: “Guy, it was my fault. 1 struck you first. ” Chilvers leaned over him and raised him in his arms, ,-o that the fair, curly head rested on his shoulder, and said: “We wcie mad, Harold, both of us. She was net worth my brother's life. Here”—and he beckoned me to approach the bedside. “Save this boy's life and all my property shall be yours.” I was about to protest that doctors do not take such exorbitant fees, but even as I stepped forward the lad turned from me with a painful effort, clung to his brother and sobbed out his young life in his aims. I was horrified, although in my professional experience 1 had attended scores of deathbeds. In silence I advanced to help the poor young man, but he laid down the lifeless form and came to my side, saying coldly: “You are too late, sir. Now go. ” And he pointed to the door. “But, Mr. Chilvers,” I began, “it is necessary that”— My sentence remained unfinished. Something, I know not what, took possession of me, and I found myself running like a madman down the dark avenue, any knowledge of how or why I left the house. A great terror overcame me, but my good Dixie was still tied to the gatepost, and I scrambled into the buggy and urged him homeward. When my man arrived next morning, he said reproachfully: “ Whatever’sbeen happening to Dixie, sir? He’s that done you’ll not be able to drive him for a week. ” “I was summoned in a hurry last night,” I replied with cauticn. “John, does Dr. Seward usually attend the people at The l aurels?” “The Lautels? Why, bless you, sir, there ain’t no people there. It’s been empty for years, ” was the astounding reply. A little later I met the rector as I was going through the village. The reverend gentleman saw at a glance that I was much perturbed, and I tried to talk commonplaces. Soon, however, the question slipped out, “Do you know anything of The Laurels?’’ “Ah, it is a strange, Uncanny place,” was his answer. “No one lives there, and the natives all give it a wide berth. Two brothers named Chilvers owned it at the end of the last century. Legends say that they were devotedly attached to each other, but both were high spirited, faery tempered fellows, and' —a Xvoman in the <,;ase —doctor, they fell in love with the same girl, a niece of one of my predecessors, I believe. Their servants, who lived on well into this century, used to say that she secretly favored Harold, the younger, but one day she promised to run aWhy with Guy. The boy (he was scarcely more) discovered this, and, in a passion, struck his brother across the face. “They fought a duel, and it was not until his brother lay dying at his feet that Guy relented. Then be searched the country far and wide fcr a surgeon, and found one jit last—just too Ijjte The boy died as they entered the room. Guy blew his brains cut the clay of the funeral, and the villagers have some foolish tale that the bouse is haunted. But that is, of course, mere talk.” “What day did all this take -’place?” I gasped, feeling sick and giddy. “Let me see, I know —somewhere this time of year, ” said the rector. “Why, it was the Ist of April. ” My strange experience has always been an unexplained mystery to me. That I was not dreaming was well proved by the mud on the buggy, bj’ poor Dix ie’s exhausted condition and by the mark oi wheels in the deserted drive at The Laurels.—John T. Hall in Owl. Hainuiering Sense Intu Him. “I’m cured,” declared a young fellow with good looks and an abundance of animal spirits to several of his boon companions the other evening. “You know that my sister Lena clerks down town and is frequently detained till after dark. On such occasions she walks home with a girl friend in the, same establishment.. Lena has always said that if any man ever tried to stop them she would wake it so hot for- him that he would try to find some honest employment, and I thought I’d just test her courage for the fun of the thing. “I did. When the girls were hurrying along about two blocks from home, I sprang out cf an alley, stuck an empty revolver in their faces, ordered them to throw up their hands and told them that a scream from either of them would mean immediate death. The other girl went to screeching, but Lerna was loaded for bear and swiped me over the head with an iron poker that had dangled from her belt under her cloak. I tried to explain, but she was too excited to heed anything but the job she had undertaken. I was knocked down, but she welted away till my scalp was slit in 20 directions. The cries of the other one brought a policeman, and even after the whole thing was explained he insisted on walking home with us to make sure of my identity. Under the impression that the policeman had clubbed me unmercifully, the old gentleman ayrs calling for a weapon with which to annihilate him, when Lend hurriedly told the story. “I’m 28, but father kicked me around the house three times and then threw me into bed. He informed me that the average lunatic could teach me common sense, and I believed him. I’ve sworn off on practical jokes. r ’ —Detroit Free Press.

MORTGAGE SALE at THE FAIR * In the Stone building, Decatur, Indiana, is still going on. ♦ • IPrioese? JOon’t mention it! Ask your neighbors and friends. The stock MUST be sold to raise the mortgage. We will make Will ■« FOR THIS AND NEXT WEEK. The stock is large and the assortment still complete in all departments. Don’t fail to visit our WALL PAPER department. Read some of our prices for Saturday, March 27: A large 10-quart Dish Pan, - - ioc A large 10-quart Water Bucket, - ioc Tin Cups, ----- IC A large Wash Basin, 5c Cinch Laundry Soap, - 2|c cake Fairbanks’ Santa Claus Soap, - cake Fairbanks’Gold Dust, - - 3c a bar Men’s Heavy HoseJ - - 4c a pair Lot Children’s fine spring wraps, -95 c Big bargains in all other departments. We always Sell Goods as Advertised. Attend the Mortgage Sale of THE Stone building, opp. court house,

THOUGHTS IN SEPARATION. We never meet, yet we meet day by day Upon those hills of life, dim and immense; The good we love, and sleep—our innocence. Oh, hills of life, high hills! And higher than they Our guardian spirits meet at prayer and play. Beyond pain, joy and hope and, Jong suspense. Above the summits of our souls, far hence An angel mets ar, angel on the way. Beyond all good 1 aver believed of thee, Or thou of me, these always lovo and live. And though I fail of thy ideal of me My ange.l falls not short. They greet each other. Who knows? They may exchange the kiss wt give, Thou to thy crucifix, I to my mother. —Alice Meynell in New York Tribune. HE LOVES THEURBAN. J. A. Mac Neill Whistler Is Essentially a Fainter of the Town. Whistler rejoices in the harmony of form and color wherever it confronts him, in the tumble, down shop as in the noble palace, in the disorder of the market place as along the terraces of tbe stately garden, Mr. Whistler has made many portraits on the stone, he has worked much out of doors, but his motive has ever, been suggested by the pictorial aspect of men and women and the world he lives in. His concern is with the realities of life, that poetry may be the result —tbe poetry of paint or pencil. To him the country is scarce less an enemy than it was to the De Goncourts, who saw in it one large charnel house. Town has ever had tor him a more irresistible charm. London, of The mysterious distances, the glooms Romantic, the august And solemn shapes: Paris, the elegant, the dainty, the distinguished city of vast vistas and terraced gardens, have held him by a more potent spell than plowed field and meadow land, than green valleys wind ing among the hills. He would rather see the fog lifting and falling on the street's long facade than tbecloud shadows drifting across the mountainside. He would find inrire majesty in the iorest of masts along the quays than in the greenest depth of Fontainebleau or Sherwood. In the city he has painted his nocturnes, and it is the city that has been the inspiration of his needle. With the exception of a very occasional etching, I do not remember a landscape by Mr. Whistler. And, as with his paintings and plates, so with his lithographs. When he has worked out of doors, it has been in London or Lyme Regis, in Paris or Vitre.—Elizabeth Robins Pennell in Scribner’s. The Kang's Joke. King of the FrjiS—Say, Arabella, I’ve a fine new dish for our bill of fare. Arabella—How do you make it? King of the Fijis— We put a Chicago man and a Boston man in the pot together. Arabella—What do you call that? King of the Fijis—Why, pork and beans of course.—New York Journal

“I have never had adays sickness in my life,” said a middle-aged man the other day “What a comfort it would he,” sighs some poor invalid, “to be in his place for a year or two.” Yet half the invalids we’ sec might be just as healthy as SJ he, would only take proper care of themselves, eat proper food—and digest it. It’s so strange that such simple things are overlooked by those who want health. Food makes health. It makes strength—and strength wards off sickness. The man who had never been sick was strong because he always digested his food, and you copld become the same by helping your stomach to work as well as his. Shaker Digestive Cordial will help your stomach and make you strong and hea'ty by making the food you eat make you fat. Druggists sell it, I'rta) bottle 10 cents. , OCATION FOB BUSINESS MEN On Chicago Great Western Railway, in j towns situated in best sections of lowa, i Illinois. Minnesota and Missouri. Over | lifty different lines wanteu including j bankers, bakers, blacksmiths, doctors, j drugs, hardware, harness, furniture. ■ general stores, grain and stock buyers, marble works, creameries and various manufacturing industries. Information and assistance free. Send for maps and maple leaflets containing farm lists and description of each location. W. J. Reed. Industrial-Agent, Chicago Great Western Railway, 604 Endicott Bldg. St. Paul. Minn. * One Way to be Happy Is to attend to the comfort of your family. Should auy one of them catch a slight cold or cough, call at once on Smith & Callow, sole agents and get a trial bot le of Otto’s Cure, the great German Remedy, free- We give it away to prove that we have a sure cure for coughs. Colds, asthma, consumption and all diseases of the throat and lungs, Large sizes 50c and 25c. Au Important Question. If vour friends or neighbors are suffering from coughs, colds, sore throat, or any throat or lung disease (including consumption,' ask t hem it they have ever used Otto’s Cu-e. This famous German remedy is having a large sale here and is performing some wonderful cures of throat and lung diseases. Smith & Callow will give you a sample bottle free. No matter what other medicines have failed to do. try Otto's Cure. Large sizes 25 and 50 cents. There Is Nthiiig So Good. There : s nothing just as good as Drt King's New Discovery for consumption, coughs and colds, so demand it and do not permit the dealer’td.sell you some substitute. He will not claim therp is anyhing better, but in order to make more profit he may claim something else to be just as good. Y’ou want Dr. King’s New Discovery because you know it to be safe and reliable, and guaranteed to do good or money refunded. For coughs, cold, consumption and for all affections of throat, chest and lungs there is nothing so good as is Dr. King’s New Discovery. Trial bottles free at Blackburn’s drug stare. KeguHar size 50 cents and SI.OO. Chicora, Pa.. “Herald:” Richard Vensel reports One Minute Cough Cure the greatest success of medical science. He told us that it cured his whole family of terrible coughs and colds, after all other so-called cures had failed enMr. Vensel said it assisted his children through a very bad siege of measles. One Minute Cough Cure makes expectoration very easy and rapid. W. H. Nachtrieb.