Democratic Press, Volume 1, Number 17, Decatur, Adams County, 7 February 1895 — Page 2

-J**/ 1 ’- Tell me, dear one, as 1 pray you, Would you be some warrior brave, Crowned, perchance, with leaves of laurel, Borne upon fame’s highest wave? ftVould you be a mighty sovereign, Empires trembling at your nod, Life or death held in your glances. Millions writhing ’neath your rod? But the warier bravo, beloved, Tho’ his name is heard afar, Gives his life in one short battle And his deeds forgotten are. And the king of power, beloved. Ne’er his scepter can lay down; Tho’ the royal head be weary, Still the king must wear his crown. Then be neither king nor soldier. Power and fame so soon depart! Bhrined in perfect love immortal. Dwell thou here within my heart! •-Kate A, Bradley. UNCLE PETER S VALENTINES.

T is true no doubt that the custom of sending valentines is going out of fashion, doubtless to . the great relief of ■ the postman; but it is only a few years . ago that everybody : was obliged to send a valentine to somebody under penalty ; of being considered nobody. At that period there lived in Bun-

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yviek. a village situated no matter where, a number of jolly young people who were very fond of playing sportive tricks, and who never let Valentine s Day go by without making merry at their neighbors expense. The village stationer, for some two weeks prior to the 14th day of 1- ebruary, was kept busy selling grotesque libels on creation in all the colors of the rainbow, bearing funny, and sometimes cruel. The Hanley family led in that sort of thing, lieing composed of two boys and two girls, all lively, ingenious and witty. They were adepts at making sarcastic verses, and they made a large proportion the village squirm with their valentines. On this particular Valentine's Day. of which 1 am going to tell you. there was a visitor at the Hanley homestead in the person of Uncle Peter Quimby, an old man. very rich and very eccentric, and likewise very fond of his nieces and nephews. "What’s this?” asked Uncle Peter, as he saw the young people clustered around the table, busily writing, cutting and pasting, about a week previous to Valentine’s Day, “Making valentines, uncle,” said Alfred Hanley. "We have ever so many to send out next Wednesday." "Let me see some of them,” said Uncle Teter, taking up a florid wood-cut of an ugly old woman, and reading aloud: You are old ami ugly as sin. And your tongue is full of deceit. You ought, at your age. to reform Your manners, you wicked old cheat. “Ahem!” coughed Uncle Peter. “Who is this for?” “Aunt Nannie Woods, who lives in the old shanty near the creek.” said Alfred. “I tell you that will make her jump.” "I have no doubt," said Uncle Peter, with a grim smile. "But is she a cheat?” “Not that I know,” said Alfred; “but you know that makes no difference in a valentine." "Maybe not,” said Uncle Peter. “What have you got, Fanny.” Fanny bad a picture of an ugly girl, dressed in outrageous fashion, under which ran these lines: You think yon look so hne. You dowdy little miss; But everybody knows you're poor— That’s why you look like this. “That’s for Nellie Baker,” said Fanny, with a laugh. "Her folks are poor, and she does wear the awfulest clothes!” “Yes; I have heard of her,” said Uncle Peter. "Let me look at some more.” Bert Hanley had a valentine representing a schoolboy kissing the schoolmaster's boots, with these lines: You are as dull ns a farmer's hoe. And yet you think you’re very smart. You’d be the last in the very last row. If the teacher didn’t take your part. “That’s for Johnny Rice,” he explained. "He really is smart, and all the boys like him, but I want to stir him up a bit.” Uncle Peter made no reply, and after examining several more, he said, suddenly: “1 want to make a proposition to yea. Give me all your valentines and let me deliver them; or. better still, we will all go together on Valentine's Day and deliver them in person.” “That would never do!" they cried, in chorus. “People who get valentines must not know who sends them.” “Never mind; I'll fix all that,” said Uncle Peter. “I'm going to the city tomorrow. and I will return next Tuesday, and Wednesday is Valentine’s Day." The children clamored for nn explanation. but Uncle Peter only smiled and said nothing. He went to the city, and when he came back he was accompanied with a great number of bundles, all of which he had carried into his room, and would not let any one examine. After breakfast, on Wednesday morning, Uncle Peter went out. nnd in a short time returned with a large sleigh, drawn by two horses, and amply supplied with robe.-. “Come, jnmp in. boys and girls,” he cried, "while I bring down my valentines!" “Funny-looking valentines!" gnid Alfred. when the bundles were all tucked away. “I warrant they will make people laugh.” replied Uncle I’eter. as he cracked his long whip, and tiie team started off nt a rattling galiop. “Now, let me see—

here’smy lift, and the first name is Aunty Woods. Where is her valentine? Ah, yes’—ugly old woman. We will go there first.” “I say, uncle.” said Alfred, plucking his sleeve, “you are not going to give Aunty Woods that ugly picture, and tell her I sent it?” “Hey—what!” said Uncle Peter, sharply. “You ain’t ashamed of it. are you?” “Well, yes,” admitted Alfred, with a very red face. “Come to think of it. I w ish I hadn’t sent it.” “Well, then,” said Uncle Peter, with something like a chuckle, “suppose I give her my valentine instead?” “Your valentine, uncle?” “Yes. Here we are, I declare Jump out. Alfred, and put these bundles on her doorstep. This one contains sugar, this tea. this is a roll of flannel, and this is a shawl. Now, knock at the door real hard and then jump in,” Alfred did as he was directed, and away went the sleigh. When they had gone a hundred yards, they looked back and saw the old woman at the door, holding up her hands in evident surprise. “Ha, ha! good joke!” laughed Uncle Peter. “Now, Fanny, where does Nellie Baker live?” “Just down this street, uncle.” replied Fanny: “but. oh, uncle, please don’t give her ” “Keep quiet, miss. Here we are. Now, take this bundle and do as Alfred did. You can’t break it—it’s only a cloak and a hood, and material for two nice dresses.” “Oh, uncle ” “There, there! See the card on it —‘To my dear schoolmate.’ How that will make her laugh! Won’t it. Fanny?” Mrs. Baker caught a glimpse of the retreating sleigh, and 1 think she suspected who sent that valentine to Nellie. Then Bert hung on Johnny Rice’s doorknob a package containing a pair of skates, and got away unobserved. The horses dashed on, stopping here and there, as indicated on Uncle Peter’s list, mostly at the doors of p<»or people, and such a distribution of caps, hoods, gloves, shawls, comforters, blankets, and even shoes, was never seen before. \\ hen the people visited were pretty well off, they got handsome cards containing pretty verses, whereas the other package only had on them something like: “When this you see. remember me,” “Good luck and good wishes,” “To my Valentine,” and so forth. The children had never had such a jolly time in all their lives, and Uncle Peter got so uproarious that he nearly went off in a lit of laughter on several occasions. But all things must come to an end. and in this case the end came when the sleigh was empty of bundles. Then Uncle Peter tumbled out the children at their own door and took the sleigh to its owner. When the boys and girls gathered around the table that night as usual. Uncle Peter laid down all their valentines before them and asked: “What shall I do with these?” “Put them into the tire,” said Fanny. And into the tire they went. “And what do you think of my new fashioned valentines?” was the next question. “Beats the old-fashioned Valentine’s Day all out of sight,” cried Alfred. And ail the others agreed with him.— Golden Days. An Old Man’s Valentine. The young birds are a-mating, deary, And old birds own the selfsame feather. Why should we pine that skies be dreary? Hearts are not thrall to sunny weather; We’ll face the Autumn's cold together. I love thee, dear, I care not whether The skies be dark or clear above us— Our sunshine lies with those w ho love us. When Age’s snows come down in showers And thicken all the bitter air. W’e'll call them, dear, our last white flowers— The final blooms that we shall wear; And I will deem them passing fair When time hath twined them in thine hair. Come, be my love as I am thine, And take me for a valentine. —Southern Magazine. “ST. VALENTINE HIS DAY,” Hints for a Merrymaking in Honor of the Venerable Saint. A charming little party might be given by young women who are clever with their needle and brush and imagination. Os course, in honor of the day, it must be a “hearts” party. The invitations must be written on note paper, ornamented with the device of two hearts caught together with a ribbon, which little bit of decoration can be easily done at home When the guests arrive give them tally cards, each cut in the shape of a heart and decorated with a tiny pen-and-ink sketch of cupids. The counters must be small red hearts. These, I think, can be bought at any shop that keeps the familiar stars of progressive euchre. After playing hearts for a shorter or longer time award your prizes. Os course, they. too. must be heart-shaped. You ciin make sweet little double photograph frames in this shape, both the outside and the coverings for the pictures. Tho covering of the frame is, of course, white linen, although possibly taking the soot of a smoky city into consideration some other color might be better. At any rate

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it must form a contrast with the heartshaped cut, which must be lined with vivid red silk. When the frame is open it suggests two abnormally large aces of hearts. A silver-framed heart pin cushion could be used for a prize. Indeed, one need not seek far through the shops to find many a pretty arrangement of hearts in jewelry or fancy articles. Booby prizes are usually a source of f '*'y 1 \ V J \ Q O O / A TALLY CAIiD. worriment. as one grows tired of Japanese dolls, and longs, in the words of the poet, “to make the punishment fit the crime.” For the masculine boouy a pretty case holding a whisk broom is not a bad idea. It can be made of water-?olor board or else of pasteboard covered with cotton batting and then with linen. In either case it should be made of two heartshaped pieces caught together with ribbon bows, and among the cupids ami hearts which adorn the front should be painted some sueh words as these: “You need a broom, ’tis very plain To sweep the cobwebs from your brain.” For the lady whose card shows the fewest counters have a dainty little heart shaped box of candies bearing this in- | scription: I "By all wise things the wisest men do say, , She wins most hearts who has least luck at play." The prevailing motive can even be carried to the supper by serving dainty little sandwiches cut in the prevailing shape by means of a heart-shaped cutter and /■ (Klo&'V* e PfU A BOOBY PRIZE. chicken patties whose shells had undergone the same process previous to baking. Little heart-shaped cakes can be served w ith ices and biscuit glares in the heart forms. Hearts galore! A veritable St. Valentine’s party. A Valentine Menu. The name-cards should, of course be hearts, and may be made to serve the double purpose of name-card and menu, writes Mrs. Burton Kingsland in a description of “A Valentine Dinner” in the Ladies’ Home Journal. They should be made to imitate a heart as nearly as Bristol board and red paint can be made to do, carefully shaded to represent its inequalities, with a tongue of flame burning at the top between its two lobes. The names may be written in gilt across its ardent surface, while on the reverse side may be given: THE MENU Oysters Soup Cream of Love-Apples Fish Twin Soles Entree Sweetbreads Roast Tenderloin of Beef Game Turtledoves lee Cream Form of two doves kissing each other Kisses Bonbons Coffee When interpreted,“cream of love apples* soup may read, “cream of tomatoes”— “love apples” being the name sometimes given to that popular vegetable. Soles, so delicious in England, take the name o' flounders in America, and properly cooked are very palatable. The good-sized fish would be sufficient for eight persons. Two turtledoves would be better known as squabs, but not so suggestive of “billing and cooing." The ice cream may be made of any compound preferred, provided that it is white.

MONEY MELTS AWAY. UNITED STATESTREASURY IS ALMOST EMPTY. Government Finances in a M Condition than at Any Time Since the War — Little Prospect of Relief Through Congressional Action. Gold Flows Out. Washington correspondence:

THE condition of the U nited States treasury on Saturday inorning was worse than

it has been at any time since the close of the war. If the Government were a national bank the Comptroller of the Currency wou 1 d • close its doors and t place a bank examiner in charge. If it .were a private firm "o r corporation it J* would be placed in the hands of a receiver. Not only have the entire pro-

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ceeds from the sale us bonds last November been exhausted, and the reserve fund depleted way below the danger line, but the gold coin in the treasury has been reduced to about $12,000,000, and the difference between that amount and the total of gold is represented by bullionbricks of uncoined metal. When the first bond issue was ordered last January there was $65,650,175 in gold in the vaults. In November, when the President issued the second loan, it had again dropped to $57,667,709. Friday the reserve fund was officially stated to be $58,921,000. It has taken just about a year to exhaust the $116,000,000 of gold that has been borrowed by the Government to meet the difference between its revenues and expenditures, leaving the treasury in a worse condition than it was before, because the annual interest charge has been increased indefinitely at the rate of $5,800,000. Os the $116,000,000 in gobi that was brought into the treasury by the sale of bonds it is estimated that $76,000,000 has been shipped to Europe and $40.000.000 concealed in the vaults of banks and trust companies, the tin boxes of speculators and timid people and the stockings of misers, who expect to see gold at a premium soon. There has been a deficit of $44,500,000 in the public revenues during the five months past, and even the most sanguine student of financial affairs will not venture a prediction that this condition will soon improve. In the meantime the gold in the Bank of England has increased from $136,920,000 on Jan. 25. 1894, to $176,790,000 on Jan. 25, 1895, and in the Bank of France from $340,560,000 to $421,620,000. Senator Aldrich believes that a bill authorizing the issue of treasury certificates or exchequer bills from time to time in order to cover temporary deficiencies in the revenue can be carried through the Senate as a separate measure, but other members believe that action will finally be taken by means of amendments attached in the Senate to the sundry civil appropriation bill. A provision for a bond issue at a lower rate and for a shorter t< rm than under existing law might possibly be carried as part of an appropriation bill, although some of the Republican Senators doubt whether such a proi>osition could receive a majority in both houses or would be allowed by the silver men to pass the Senate Expect a Sensation. A sensation is expected when the Howgate case comes to trial. Capt. Howgate of the army, formerly assistant chief of

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the weather bureau, was indicted some years ago for forgin g vouchers by which the Government was robbed of several hundred thousand dollars. He managed to escape before his trial and lived in New York under a false name until last November, ' when he was arrest- i ed by a detective named Drummond.

who had shortly before been dismissed from the secret service force. It is said i that Howgate's whereabouts have been known to the Government authorities for several yea-s. but for some mysterious reason he vas permitted to remain at large, althoi gh a reward of $5,000 was offered for Ins arrest. Drummond learned Howgate’s fictitious name and location while he was in office, and as soon as be was dismissed from the service arrested him in order to secure the reward. The fraudulent vouchers, upon which the indictment was found, have disappeared from the files of the treasury, and the District Attorney has been unable to find any trace of them. Nor is he able to discover who is responsible for their disappearance. There are whispers to the effect that the reputations of certain men of high position, both dead and living, are involved in the case, although no names have been publicly mentioned, and it is not believed that the District At torncy will be able to convict even Howgate for lack of evidence. It may be shown that fie did not enjoy the results of his frauds alone, although the influence of those implicated may prevent the real truth from being disclosed, and will certainly prevent any one from being punished. Relics in the Rubbish. In the file-room and document-rooms at the Capitol, secreted under piles of useless Government publications and the accumulated dust of years, lie many precious papers and books, whose existem e is forgotten, or at least is unknown. Not long ngo one of the file clerks of the House of Representatives found eight autograph letters of Washington in the midst of a pile of old records which his superior officer thought he “might just as well get rid of." At another time he discovered in a pigeon-hole the original of the letter Martha Washington wrote in response to a resolution declaring it to be the sense of Congress that the father of his country should be buried in the crypt of the Capitol, in which she gives her objections to that plan. Last summer the assistant librarian of the Senate discovered on the top of a bookcase in a dark store-room a dozen volumes of official reports that could not be duplicated for love or money, and were supposed to be out of existence'

[There «re d ? nT,f '*T d “” manuscripts of «l««‘ ” P«and dark that should be s served. It »'> uld ** man «•>» Congress to thiniS togothrW 11 knows all about such fn , m the the files and select th |hf p(iper . wheat The n> l,b,sb should be mill, but the important re< arranged for in. *■"! every new ilerk tly , overhauls changes are made f oq nced , the tiles and makes th , ider s useby throwing out whU be con less. \ e w Money. The President if the ways uses new mon • . M — when I any old notes, ex<*P■ |iaid making purchase.. M( . b on 1 him in installments of ’’ l )d the treasthe last day of every ni . sel)d urer always makes it a1- o eve land. notes of the as Ins predecessors •>» , private bank aeeoun B ’ he first and makes a dip l '> , h from Os every month, reserving Ins salary to pay ' “"hr nuttri" the rest setting a good example b. I aside for a rainy day. . STEVE ELKINS. Nominated by Republicans of »<’•* Virginia for Senator. Stephen B. Elkins, of West \ irgima whom the Republicans ha ™ j N /{' /f, ‘.a w <5 OkSTEPHEN B. ELKINSOhio, in I*4l. He is the son of a farin< r. In early life his family removed to Missouri. where he graduated from the Stite University. In 1564 he was admitted to the practice of law. Shortly afterward he removed to New Mexico, and during the first year of his residence there was elected to the legislature. President Johnson appointed him to the position of United States Attorney for the Territory, an office which he held till his election to the Forty-third Congress in 1*72. 11 served two terms. Mr. Elkins was appointed Secretary of War by President Harrison, and since the close of Harrison’s term, has been devoting his attention to his railroad and coal interests. His wife is a daughter of Senator Henry G. Davis, of West Virginia. Mr. Elkins is several times a millionaire.

WIDOW OF THE “PATHFINDER.” Helpmeet of the Republican Party’® First Candidate fur President. The remains of General John C. Fremont were recently laid in their last resting place in Rockland Cemetery, near

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Sparkill, N. Y., and a handsome monument will soon be erected over the spot. The widow of the famous “Pathfinder,” who was the Republican party’s first candidate for President, is now about 70 years of age and is living in Los Angeles with her daughter. Mrs. Fremont was the

daughter of Thomas XEaJ ' c Benton, the famous United States Senator, and was born in Virginia. She became Mrs. Fremont when a mere girl and was so closely identified with the adventures and aspirations of the young explorer, soldier and politician that “Fremont and Jessie" became the rallying cry when Fremont ran for President. TWO BRAVE GIRLS Who Helped to Rescue Eighteen Shipwrecked Norwegians. The Norwegian Government will shortly take steps to reward in a suitable manner Captain Robert Broadbent, of the life-saving station at Santa Rosa Island, Fla., and his two brave daughters for saving the lives of eighteen persons on a shipwrecked Norwegian vessel fivelnonths ago. The Santa Rosa station is located six miles from Pensacola on a sand reef forty-three miles long and varying from 400 yards to a mile in width. The station is in charge of Capt. Broadbent, who resides on the island with his wife and four daughters. One stormy night in Augnst last the keeper's wat -hf<il eve discovered a vessel stranded a few miles west of the station. The life-saving crew was not on duty, and the only help availA AT ISABELLE AND SARAH BBOadbem, ters. Isabella, aged It, nn i<• , 13- With the afd of "7 o h ', aKe,i Kiris the captain mamed the paratus and hastened to the scene Tim hfe hue was shot aboard the vosM Ji p all possible haste, and eighteen do -, • and frightened people were VtX conveyed to a place of safetv nJ SnJ ladies labored heroically and^Xh 00 "? 'he task was an arduous’one the I “ gh faltered until the work of resen pleted. After the shipvS ' were landed on terra firmsth. sank. The wrecked craft provel * Norwegian bark Catharine. the Many a man's gravest~mtL7« i . been attempting too much. '' U ha ®

jTWOMAN’S NERVES. STORY OF A WOMAN TO WHOM NOISE WAS TORTURE. prostrated by the Least Rxdtemrnl — Physicians Baffled by Her Case. <Ars>n the Gate Citt. Kevladc, luwa-> Mrs. Helen Meyers, whose home is at 3515 Vernon avenue, Chicago, and whose ririt to Keokuk, Is., will lung l»e reuit-m---v. r.d. was at one time nt!li<t<-d with a nervous malady which at times drove her nearlv to diatrastion. "Those terrible headache, are a thing of the past." .he said the other day to a Gate City repre-m-ntative. "and there is quite a story in connection with it, too. •■My nervous system sustained a great shock some fifteen years ago, brought on. 1 1.-lieve. through too much worrying ever faiuilv matters and then allowing my love for my books to get the lietter of my disc.vtion where my health was concerned. Why. whenever my affairs at home did nut’g“ along just as I cxfieeted. I would invariably I-' "me prostrated from the ex citem* nt and I would ismsider myaelf fortunate index! if the effects of the attack would not remain for a week. I was olmgi-d to give up our pleasant home m, t far from the Lake shore drive, because I .ould not stand the noise in that locality. 1 could find m> Pl»« in the city which’l deemed suitable to one whose nervous system was always on the |»>iut of explosion To add to my misfortunes, my co m . plexion underwent a change and 1 looked so yellow and sallow that 1 was nshauied to venture from the house at all.” "Madam," said my doctor to me soon after an unusually severe attnek of the malady, "unless you leave the city and seek Mime place of quiet, yon will never recover " So I concluded 1 would visit niv uncle, who lives in Dallas County, lowa, aud whose farm would surely l»> a good place for one in my pitiable condition. I picked up the Gate City one day and happened to come acrusa an interestin.- iw ital of the recovery of some womaa in New York State who was afflicted as I had lieeii. This woman had been cured bv Dr Williams' Fink Fills for Pale I'm. pie. 1 thought that if I'ink Pills • ur«i that woman they might do the same for in.'. I began to take the pills according to directions, and 1 began to fed better frota the start. After I had taken several x . a ~f thetu I waa ready to go I Chi' .-ig". My nervousness was gone and niv complexion was as fresh as that of any sixtveu-year-old girl in lowa, and Fink Pills is what put the color in my cheeks. No wonder 1 am in snch loth spirits and fi-el like a prize fighter. And no wonder I like to come to Ke .knk. for if it had not Isen for Pink Fills bought from a Keokuk firm I would not hare l«een alive now,” laughingly concluded the lady. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills contain nil the elements necessary to give new life and ri<-hness to the blood and restore shattered I'li.v are for sale by all druggists. or may la- had by mail from Dr. Williams’ .Medicine Company, S< bene, tady. N Y.. for 50 cents |wr box. or six boxes for J 2.50.

Mulberry Tre<M. It is said that no insect but the si k worm will eat the leaves <*f the mil berry tree. In seasons when the grasshopper or the army wor n alo tinds every other tree and p ant may he stripped of its fol age by thedevo rers, l> t the mulberry will escape to the last. Kansas locusts will eat every::iing el-e first and. wh n all the rest is gone, with wry mouths will then lackie the mulberry leaves, it seems to be the one food specially < esigned by nature for tLe sup|M>rt of the ilk worm. A GtxiD edvert'sement is the best -o ieitor. It appeals to the people who may want what tt< Ilsa out. but does not intrude upon people who care no.hing a out the thing. Helping His I- r ends. From Ney, Defiance County. Ohio, Charles A. Bergman write - to the S' r ling Remedy Co., of Chicago, that he thinks No-to-bac is one of the greatest remedies on earth. One box of No-to-bac, purchased at the local drug store, cured him of the tobacco habit, and he is now recommending No-to-bac to his friends. If there I* anything I elow the clouds that will make an angel red around the eyes it is an old bachelor trying to thread a needle. 1,000 Bu. Potatoes Per Acre. Wonderful yields in potatoes, oats, corn, farm and vegetable seeds. Cut this out and send 5c postage to the John A. Salzer Seed Co., Ist Cross.-. Win, for their great seed book and sample of Giant Spurry. CNU Every desire is insatiable and therefore is always in want. Ling Coxi’laintb.BnoxcniTis. Asthm i. 4c.. are speedily relieved, and if tak- n in time, permanently cured by Dr. D. Jayne's Expectorant. You will find it also a certain remedy for Coughs and Colds. Sleight of hand refusing a marriage offer.

Mr. Arthur ,T. Menday Woodland, Wash. “I Am Cured "Eerema appeared three yea s aero. and fi i nee then I have tried all kirada of remedies ft* the cure of the disease a: I had giver. dp Ji hope of ever betnsr cured. At la<v 1 wa -» *old to try Hood’s Sarsapiri’la and Hoo J ’ Olive Ointment. I d.d so, ani lam h»PPf to say that I Am Cured of that dreadful skin dine I ba* , siMte-»n boct’es of Ho >d’-« Sar* »p<*rilia use ! fivr* ooxes of t »»* Ointment I '* oo ‘® nave writ en before, but 1 wi hed to ** Hood's Cures nnttl I «u eoi.arisnt the dl»e»< Doi retnru - n t and 1 e» ? - 4 Jam perfe. t v i-U'-a 1«1 .dly ■‘’C"' 1 Ta '“. Hood’s S r,»Hp%i di s - akthub J. Woodiaud. Wa«hiu.t m Hood’s Pills do no: u»ur<e. pa'U or but a®; promptly, easily aud eihJ.vnUy-