Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 March 1890 — Page 5 Advertisements Column 4 [ADVERTISEMENT]

My son, deal vith men who advertise. You will never los« hi it. Benjamin Franklin . POOH. The transition from long, lingering and yainful sickness to robust health traka an encch la the lite of theindl vidual. Such a remarkable event is treasured in the memory and tb«agency whereby the good health has been attained is gratefully blessed Henre it is that so much is heard in praise of Electric Bitters Bo many feel they owe their restoracio * to health to the us*' of the Greet Altai ative and Tonic If you are troubled with any diseaso of Kidneys, Liver or Stomach, of long or short standing, you will surely find relief by use jf Electric Bioters Sold at 50c and M 1 i.er Lottie at F U Meyer’s Drug Store 8 FOR SALE OR TRADE. For sale or, trade, for town or country property, either in Jasper or Newton county, two farms of 160 acres each, in Ne - braska. These are homestead farms,selected by actual set - tlers. They will make good homes and will be sold on easy terms, or traded for property in Rensslaer or surrounding country, at fair value. Call and see or write to. J’ H WILLKY. Rensselaer Ind. Everything new, everyth ng clean and everything unadulteraU ed at the new pharmacy. SALESMEN WANTBD ■■ to canvas■ tor She sale of NPraery Stock. Steady employment guaranteed. SALARY AND EXPENSES paid to successful men- Apply at once stating a ge. Mention this paper CHASE BROTAERS COMPANY, Rochester, N Y Although I do not do an “exclusive cash business,” and believe in accommodating when needy 1 de fy competition in prices when one has the money. R. Fendig. ’TWIXT RIGHT AND WRONG

“How lucky you’ve got your hat on,” said Kitty Shaffer. “You’ll be just in time, Priscilla, to come with us on an excursion.” It was Sunday morning, and the young shopgirls were sunning themselves in the parlor of their dingy boarding-house. “I was going to church,” said Miss Paine, with a wistful look at the sky. ■‘l promised mother I would always—and don’t be offended, but I must decline to go.” “Oh, suit yourself,” said Kitty, flouncing out of the room. Whereupon Priscilla burst into tears and felt all the better for them. Then she dried her eyes and went to church. Apd when she was snugly ensconced in her accustomed corner and ventured to look up she perceived that the old minister was not in his usual place. But affair-haired young man, with spectacles, occupied the pulpit. His topic was Home Missions. There was fire in his soul, magnetism in his voice. Priscilla found herself waking up; her eyes sparkled, her heart began to beat, It seemed as though his cry for aid in behalf of his work reached straight to her very soul. “How glad I am,” she thought, “that I did not go with Kitty Chaffer’s party to-day.” At the close of the sermon she waited at the chureh door. “If you please, sir,” said she, “you say that you want workers. Will you let me work for you? I have only Sunday and evenings; but surely that is something.” The young man looked benignly at her. “There is work for every day and hour,” said he. “Yes, I accept your offer willingly.” Some of the other girls in the congregation had volunteered also, and a little band of laborers was enrolled at once. Priscilla Paine was given a class of children, in a crowded part of the city—an evening class—and she set herself bravely to work. It is possible that she exerted herself beyond her strength, for, one sultry September evening, she fainted at her post.

“This will not do,” said the kindly young clergyman. “You need change and rest, and fresh breezes and country air, ’ ••I must contrive to do without them,” said 5he..... “Come,” said he, cheerily, “there must somewhere be a solution of this riddle. My mother is the best old lady in the world and you shall go out and help her at DaisyjFarm for a week or two. “If I can earn my board there,” said Priscilla, humbly. So she went out to Dairy Farm and Mr. Trenton came down at the expiration of a month to find the shadowy, pale Priscilla gone, and a rosy, sunburned maiden in her stead, gathering bright autumn leaves along the woodland paths. “Are you ready to go back, Miss PaineF’ said he.