Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 May 1894 — Page 6

THE LOYALTY OF WOMAN. meet that for our warriors. We come Memorial Day With Bars uafsried. while drem-tert And bogie lead the way. That o’er their last eocampmasA Where never stirs a soul. la memory of their valor. The boom ot cannons roll But save in gentlest vhlspera. Come not in woman's namoi Pram-beat or blare of bugle Should not her deeds proclaim. Yet, tho' her duties led her Not in the battle’s beat. Her seal spurred men to conquest And cheered them in defeat. And where death's angel hovered. Her feet sped swift and snrei Her touch brought balm and healing, Her voice strength to endure Did woman's heart e'er falter. In war of gray and bluet To God. or Flag, or Country. Her heart e’er prove untrue! For every aounded soldier. Or hero that hath died, feme woman, too. ha'h suffered. In soul been cruciffed. Ah! 'tls the prayers of woman— Methinks the sad refrain— That give to martial music A sublie sense of pain. The brightest deeds recorded In God’s own book above. Are of man's dauntless courage And woman’s deathless love As comrade is to comrade Is she to veteran true; And eaclrto each shall cherish The gratitude that’s due Their names may not be severed. The veteran's deeds we owns But woman's hands upheld them, the “power behind the throne." —Libble C Baer.

CAPTAIN JIM.

“To-morrow is Decoration Day, oomrades. Report for marching onlen aa early as nine.' “We’ll all be here, Major. I wonder if Captain Jim will?” A group of grand army men were burnishing their accoutrement* in the village halt A curious bystander made the query. “Who is Captain Jim, may I ask?” 'Captain Jim Prescott,’ replied the second speaker, “is an old soldier—none braver in the war. He came bank minus an arm, got married, and led a happy and prosperous life till two years ago. ' Then drink got hold of him. You know what that means. He went down. Last year his broken-hearted wife left him. Only his daughter, Edna, a beautiful girl of seventeen, clung to his broken fortunes. ’ “Do they live here?” “In the old cottage he once kept so trim she is sacrificing her life for him, for Norman Bea e, one of the finest young fellows in town, wants to marry ner, but Edna believes it her duty to • care for the sad wreck rum has made of Captain Jim. About three months ago an old comrade took him South, on the chance of refo:ming him. Edna has great hopes, so has our Colonel. He told me Jim would be here to-night to join in the ceremnies to-morrow, but I fear he has fallen by the wayside.* Edna Prescott, a sorrowful participator in this bit of family his tory, thought so, too, as, watching from the wind w of her lonely home, the hours went by and her father did not appear. She had received encouraging letters from his comrade, but her hopes now misgave her and seemed to predict failure for her many plans for reuniting husband and wife. Her mother, who was living with a sister in an adjoining place, would certainly visit the village cemetery where her brothers were buried on the morrow, yet when morning broke after a sleepless night, Edna had scarcely the heart to engage in the day's ceremonies. She was arranging some flowers when the sound of muffled drums told her that the procession had started. She «gazed from the window, sadly thinking of other days like this when Captain Jim had looked the hero he was at the head of his old company. She recalled, too, the last Decoration Day, when his fatal habit had made him an object of pity to all his friends. Would that humiliation be repeated on this solelmnly sweet May morning? “Oh, what is this? Father on earth, my joy is complete; Father in heaven, I thank thee!”

Down upon her knees in prayer, the happy tears dimming her sight, Edna sank. The survivors of Company A were marching by, and at their head, clothed in new, neat uniform, clothed, as well, in his right mind again, the bleared eyes gone, the noble face serious with* earnest dignity, was—her father! One glance told Edna that he wae reclaim-d. That moment of Joy atoned for all the dark fears of the lonely night. When she gained the cemetery the ceremonies of the day had begun. On everybody’s lips the name of Captain Jim hovered, coupled with words that showed how lovingly he was esteemed, how welcome in this new guise of manhood. " It was just after the final address that Edna went to the soldiers’ monument. A veiled form wae kneeling at its railing. Edna recognized her mother. About to speak, she paused. Her father and the Colonel were approaching. Captain Jim saw the kneeling form. His lips trembled. He glanced appealingly at Edna. She took his hand in silence and led him forward. “ Mother," she murmured in the ear of the'- veiled mourner, joining the twain in tremulous finger-clasp, “let this poor one hand plead for its dear owner, r Look up and see!” “And let-my earnest heart, truly brought purified through the fire of temptation and affliction, join In the you will forgive the part. Mary«u£an you doubt me this time?" , Mrs., Prescott looked once at the changed, earnest face of the reformed man. tJThen she put out her arms, and those !wo were one again. “Edna!” Tbftyeeplng,’ happy girl started as the mime was softly whispered, and thrilled as Well, for her lover spoke. “My dear,” he continued, “is not that reunion a presage of the future from which I may take hope?" “Norman,” murmured Edna, “canyon doubkmy heart’s wish? My father will not need me always—now. And so, amid the glory of the odorous lilips and the sanctity of memories true., hearts alone can understand, those four knew that love ineffable had peen gained and regained upon that.jjolemn, peaceful Decoration Day.

THE GREAT LESSON.

What the Heroes of 1881-65 Have Done --- for the Nation. As we strew the flowers over the restirig places of departed heroes, we have the consciousness that there is no North' nor Stfflth, no Ea t nor West. We have learned the greatest lessen sary to maintain the. doctrine of national unity- Cemented by the best btood of both Buttons -the peace which followed the collapse Of the Southern ! I

eaaaa wW aevar again be disturbed. We who eajqy the blessed fruits of the great ctmfiicl can show our gratefulness to the heroes of 1861-65 in many ways. We ean honor the living and rw'ieitmr the dead. But, bo do fall jrtrtiea, weKius* never cease to impress apoa oar children and those who come to u» from foreign lands that to be worthy of citizenship they must cultivate the spirit of patriotism exhibited by the conn tless thousands who cheerfully hied and died to preserve for future generations the blessings of free govewnanL

MEMORIAL DAY.

1* la Maw r—avaHy Otiaorved Throughout thaOwntry. Im nearly every town in the Northern Btatae the streets on Memorial Day rearwind to the sound of martial musie, and the surviving veterans inarch together, not now. as they did so many yean ago, to the camp and the battle field, but to that last camping ground where have been lain all that was mortal of so many of their comrades. As they place their floral tributes upon the mounds that are marked by a miniature emblem of the flag under which they marched and fonghLand in defense of which and what it represents s > many of those whose graves they decorate gave up their lives, or received wbunds and disease from which they hidve since suffered and died, they cannot but devote a moment’s thought to the time when they, too, shall answered the last roll sail, and with “lights out” ■hall have sank into their /last slumber, to bo awakened only in the great

hereafter. They devote a thought to the memory of those who do not lie in those graves, near home and among their kindrod, who still cherish their memory, but who, uncofiined and unwere buried in trenches, or in but hastily made graves upon the fields that their sacrifices redeemed to the Union and io Freedom. Per a few years after the observance of this day was begun by the returned soldiers, they were left to perform their sad duties almost alone, unassisted, and scarcely noticed except by the irieods of those around whose graves they gathered, but now it has become a observance, a tribute to the valor and the patriotism not only of the dead but the living, and, while the few remaining comrades are allowed the privilege of placing the flowers of spring upon the graves, the Women’s Relief Corps, many of whom also made their sacrifices for their country In those trying times, are proud to aocempaay and assist them, while the Sons of Veterans and the Daughters of Veterans stand by to show their readiness to continue in the good work of keeping alive the memories of the eolittare and Abe soldiers’ deeds when the tom*, rirt 'far distant, shall come, that ths Grand, Army of the Republic has beeomeso reduced in numbers as to be no longer able to perform their share. In many places the Grand Army posts are eeoerted by the local companies of the State militia, who, if they are not “eager for fray,” and desirous of an opportunity of showing that they,, top, are loyal, courageous and able to!endure hardships, would not be likely to be found wanting in thoee qualities, if there should ever be in their dawor generation a necessity for it. Qumren of the public schools almost uneonscloMly absorb more of the lore of country from the martial music, the waving flags and the inspect shown to taqiveteraasl than from the addresses rs, the .eloquent orators of the day The townspeople turn out in

THE BLUE AND THE GRAY

large numbers, for one day at least forgetting political differences, and most of them convinced that, no matter how many are receiving pensions who are unworthy of them, or fail to handle them wisely, there are none such in the ranks that march by them, or among the loved ones who were left behind by those who lie baneath the flower-decked mounds. Nor is this the only benefit of Memorial Day observances. Not only are the dead soldiers, though they may have passed away more than thirty years ago, thus kept in mind and honored, but all who have loved ones who have gone before them are led to beautify their last resting place, and for a few days at least our cemeteries are bright with flowers, and neatness and order help to make them less repulsive to those who must contemplate being carried there soen, or being called upon so n to follow there the remains of one who can no longer be retained in the earth life by their loving care. The-e demonstrations of respect to the Union soldier, dead or living, are not, however, confined to the States which were loyal during the war of the Rebellion. Nearly every one of the States, perhaps every one, that were in the Southern Confederacy thirty years ago have now posts of the G. A. R., formed of the men who assisted to bring them back into the Union by war in the time of war, and who are now striving to conque- them and to conquor their prejudices by the nobler arts of peace. They gather together upon that day to mark with their flags, their wreaths of evergreen and their bright flowers the graves of those who lie buried there far from

IN THE WILDERNESS.

home and from friends, in soil which has been made sacred by their blood and their sufferings and sacrifices.

They Lie Burled In Eighty-three National Cemeteries. The nation's dead are buried in eighty-three national cemeteries, only twelve of which are in the Northern States. The principal ones in the North are Cypress Hill, with its 3,786 dead; Finn’s Point, N. J., with 2,644 unknown dead; Gettysburg, Pa., with 1,967 known ani l,6oßunknowndead; Mound City, 111., with 2,5C5 nown and 2,721 unknown graves; and Woodlawn, Elmira, N. Y., With its 3,900 dead. In the South, near thq scenes of the fearful c inflicts, are located the largest resting places of the nation’s heroic dead. Arlington, Va., 16,1:64, of which 4,319 are unknown; Chalmette, La., 12,511, of which 5,674 are unknown; Chattanooga, Tenn., 12,962, of which of which 4,963 are unknown; Fredericksburg, Va., 15,257, of which 12,770 ai;e unknown; Jefferson Barracks, Mo., 11,490, of which 2,900 are unknown; Little Rock, Ark., 5,602, of which 2,317 are unknown; City Point, Va., 5,122, of which 1,374 are unknown; Marietta, Ga., 10,151, of which 2,693 are unknown; Memphis, Tenn., 13,997, of which 8,817 are unknown; Nashville, Tenn., 16,526, of which 4,700 are unknown; POplar Grove? Va., 6,190, of which 4,001 are unknown; Richmond, Va., 6,542, of which 5,700 are unknown; Salisbury, N. C., 12,126, of which 12,032 are unknown; Stone River, Tenn.,5,602, of which 288 are unknown; Vicksburg, Miss., 16,600, of which 12,704 are unknown; Antietam, Md., 4,671, of which 118IB’ire' unknown; Winchester, Va., 4,559, off >hich 3,365-are unknown. The dust of 300,000 men who fought forthe Un'on find guarded graves in our national cemeteries. Two 'cemeteries are devoted to the heroic souls who oatsedjaway in the, prison pans, those festering fields of death of the

THE NATION’S DEAD.

same name. Andersonville, Ga, harbors 13,741, and Salisbury, N.C., 12,126. Of the Grand Army whose legions are dust, 275,000 sleep in the blood-stained ground of the sunny South, and 145,000 of them fill unknown graves. The total Confederate loss will never be known, but estimates place it at 220,000 out of the 1,000,000 men enlisted in the Southern service. They fought the war on the defensive plan, and were acclimated, which gave enormous advantages.

An Echo of Memorial Day.

Chorus of Decorators—You've got the flag upside down. G. A. R. Veteran—Reckon I know what I’m doin'. Bill, here, fell of a mule at Chanc'llersville an’ struck on his head. —Judge.

BRIDAL AND BURIAL. It was a soldier’s bridal day; His darling stood In robes of gray To, give to him her heart. The holdier wore the army blue. And vowed his vows of honor true, Till “death their lives should part” Above them hung our banner bright; Each heart was sad, and yet alight With hope he might not fall. And that some happy, gala day. He would return, with her to stay. When bugles did not call. “Haste to my rescuel” Freedom cried. The soldier marched away—he died. As white as winter snow Ho came again; alas! alas! They hid his face beneath the grass Full thirty years ago Ender the pillow where his head Was lying the dear bride-wife spread Her wedding-gown of gray. They found her picture on his breast. And left it undisturbed to rest Till God’s memorial day. , Her brow wears signet of the years; Her eyes have not forgot the tears They shed that vanished day; Her locks have lost youth’s loveliness; Their hue Is like her bridal dress. Of unobtrusive gray. Time is grief's healer; but she waits Alone for him who by the gates Of heaven records the hours Till she shall come with love as true As when ho wore the army blue, Or lay ’mid funeral flowers. —Frank Leslie’s

Fish Have No Souls.

The Moslems, like the Jews, were commanded not to make images of anything in heaven or in earth, and Mohammed added: “Therefore, if ye mu t make images, make images of things which have no souls, sueh as tr es or plants.” His Sunnite followers have never transgressed this rule, and their friezes and capitals and paneling are either in geometrical patterns, or are ornamented with symmetrically twined boughs and leaves. The Hindu, on the other hand, never loses an opportunity of introducing gods, elephants, tigers, horses and birds—anything living that he can think of except fish; for fish have no souls, and the believer in the transmigration of the spirit eats fish with impunity, though he would die rather than eat beef, and has religious scruples with game.—The Century.

Peace Now Reigns.

Thq.pirds are nesting ip the murderous cannn»> moss-covered muzzle.

“SHOULDER CYCLES!"

FRENCH SOLDIERS NOW HEAR A NEW COMMAND. A BlcyeJe Deafened for Military Pnrpoeee —The Machine Wrfflu About Thirty Pounds end Folds Cp Nently-New Bicycle Drill Book. Hikes on Their Backs. The field of Intention in bicycle construction has produced many novelties, some of which are not likely to appear in any other than the original models. A Fiench mechanic has turned out a bicycle, which may have a future It is built with a view to use by military cyclers, being so constructed that it can be readily folded up and packed away when not in use, and easily transported in quantities. The intention of the inventor is to

READY FOR THE ROAD.

have the wheels of a detail of militia or soldiers transported in wagons, and on arrival at the destination to be unpacked and used for reconnoitering, scouting, etc. When any fighting is to be done the wheels are packed away out of the road, leaving the soldiers free to perform any duty assigned to them. The machine has a front drivingwheel twenty-two inches in diameter and a rear wheel of from ten to fourteen inches. The backbone has a hinge about half way between the two wheels, so that the rear wheel may fold over the front wheel. The saddle is raised or lowered by a stout C-spring, which, with the steeringpost and the handle, folds down over the front wheel. The driving gear is covered to keep out the dust and straps are attached to the machine so that when folded it may be slung over a light pack on the bicycler’s back. The machine weighs about thirty pounds and costs in France* about SSO. Just about the time that the especial military bicycle is produced comes Gen. Albert Ordway’s “CycleInfantry Drill Regulations,” a manual for the use of military bicyclers. Gen. Ordway is Adjutant General of the District of Columbia and.an enthusiastic bicycler. Except in the fact that the elements of the commands to be dril:ed are bicyclers, and that Jheir formation requires intervals of six feet instead of six inches, the book is not essentially different from the drill book for infantry. The formation is in single rank, and the cycle infantrymen go through about the same movements that common or garden infantrymen do. This form of bicycle may also prove of service to tourists, where it is necessary to travel part of the distance by wagon, train or boat, being light and easy of manipulation. Agood

FOLDED UP.

Idea of the form of the new wheel both folded or packed and ready for riding, can be gained from the accompanying illustrations.

ELECTRICITY FROM WIND. A Windmill So Arranged as to Drive a Two Horse-Power Dynamo. In 7 1887 Professor James Bly th, of Glasgow, constructed at Maykirk a windmill so arranged as to drive a dynamo which charged an accumulator for electric light and power purposes. This motor had, however, only some of i the requisites for utilizing windpower in generating electricity, namely, being always ready to go, without attendance, and in the wildest gale. He was, therefore, led to consider the revolving cups of the Robinson anemometer, and has recently set up a windmill on the same principle. It is illustrated in the figure, where the “cups,” c c c c, are semi-cylindrical boxes attached tc four strong arms, aa, each twentysix feet long, revolving. Blyth further augments the power of the machine by adding a smaller auxiliary box, b b, to each arm behind the larger one. As to the electrical con-

ELECTRICITY FROM WIND

nections required, the dynamo circuit should be automatically interrupted when the dynamo is running at less shan storage speed. This is accomplished by a governor attached to the dynamo shaft, which makesand breaks contact in a mercury pool at the required speed. Another form of governor merely regulates the number of storage cells to suit the current, and in this way the machine is always doing some work. The round and vertical iron shaft, s, carries at its lower end a massive pit wheel actuating a train bf gearing, and driving a fly wheel six feet in diameter Frdm this fly wheel the dynamo is driven by belting, and charges the accumulator. The opening of each box is 10 feet long by 6

feet wide, and the machine going with a fair wind at ordinary speed gives about two electric horse-power. It runs well in a strong gale, and is well adapted for small domestic installations: but, of course, the size can be increased, and more than one installed on windy sites. Professor Blyth’s plant is well adapted for lighting houses in the country, where wind is more available than coals or waterpower. Wind is a cleanly form of power, and the motordoes not require much attention.

BETRAYED BY HER TOOTH.

It Caught the Tag of an Imitation Dinmo nd Hiug. A prominent tooth and an imitation diamond ring were the two prime factors that occasioned a bit of comedy in a dry goods store, at Third avenue and Fifty-ninth street, on Friday afternoon, which ended in the arrestof the principal participant on the charge of larceny, says the New York Herald. A little woman, whose gray hair was the only indication that she was past middle age. paused at the jewelry counter and asked to see some rings. She was neatly dressed and appeared to be an honest domestic, but her manner aroused the suspicion of Special DetectiveOestreicher, who stopped to watch her. With a furtive glance at the saleswoman she raised her band quickly to her mouth, and as she took it away the detective noticed a small string tag dangling from her lips, which bore the mark $1.97. She noticed ft, too, and the detective says made frantic efforts to draw it into her mouth. She twisted her features and tried to reach it with her tongue, but the fine silk string had looped itself firmly about a large front tooth, and at every moment the telltale tag executed a lively dance on her chin. Her facial contortions were observed by the clerks, who were convulsed with laughter, and the woman was about to turn away when the detective said: “Allow me to assist you, madam. ” Then he caught the string and drew an imitation diamond ring out of her mouth. The woman tried to appear indignant at first, and then in a tone of injured innocence remarked: “Why, I must have put it in my mouth in a moment of abstraction.” *1 think you must,” replied the detective in a sympathetic tone, as he led her away to the East Sixtyseventh street station, where several more stolen articles were found in her possession. When arraigned in the Yorkville court yesterday the woman ' said her name was Elizabeth Ryan. She said she was employed as a domestic in Long Island City and had come to the city to make some purchases for her mistress. Her mistress, however, will be obliged to furnish S3OO bail before she can again avail herself of Elizabeth’s valuable services.

The Oldest Active Doctor in Europe. Dr Borsy, of Havre, who celebrated the 100th anniversary of his birth a few days ago, is said to be the oldest practicing physician in Europe. To a correspondent of the Paris Temps, who asked him on his birthday regarding the secret of his long, healthy life, he said: “I am opposed to all regular rules of life— at least, 1 do not follow them. My motto is: ‘Of everything something; of nothing, too much.’ Every day, summer and winter alike, I get up at 7 o’clock. I shave myself because I have no time to wait for the barber, and then I visit my patients. Some time ago I gave up the use of my carriage in making my calls, as riding tired me. Igo afoot, and it is only when the weather is unusually bad or when the streets are covered with snow that I make use of the street car. Even to-day, on my birthday, I arose at 7 o’clock and made calls until noon. Upon my return 1 ate some cold meat.” “Do you drink coffee?” asked the correspondent. “That drink is my favorite,” was the answer. “When 1 was in the colonies I drank often as many as forty cups a day. You see from this that coffee is not poisonous, as many physicians declare. I have always had an excellent appetite and have not lost a single tooth.” “Did you ever have a genuine sickness in your life?” “I never was sick,” came the reply. “I do not know what rheumatism and hardly what pain is, unless 1 have it to cure am< ng my patients. Four years ago I lost an eye. It was taken from me by one of my colleagues. Against my advice he placed a leech upon it to cure a slight affection. Eight days later I was a oneeyed man.” The Doctor is tall and still erect as' a soldier.—New York Tribune.

Perpetual Thunder and Lightning

The phenomenon known as lightning, followed by a rolling, reverberating report, recognized as thunder, is common to a wide zone of the earth, but it is not generally known that there are localities where the * vivid flashes and the deafening peals are incessant The most notable of these continuous lightning districts is on the eastern coast of the. island of San Domingo, a leading member of the group of the West Indies. It is not meant' that the lightning is here, continuous the year round, but that, with the commencQmen.t of the rainy season, comes this zig-zag feature of electric illumination, which is then continuous day and night for weeks. The storm center is not continuously local, but shifts over a considerable area, and, as thunder is seldom heard over a greater distance than eight miles, and the lightning in the night will illuminate so as, to be seen thirty miles, there may be days in some localities where the twinkle on the sky is in a continuous succession while the rolling reports are absent. Then, again, come days and nights when the electric artillery is piercing in its detonations; and especially is this the case when two separate local cloud centers .join, as it were, in an electric duel, and,, as sometimes occurs, a third participant appears to add to the elemental warfare. Then there is a blazing sky with blinding vividness and stunning peals that seem to pin the listener to the earth. Long before the echoes can die away come others, until tho. auricular mechanism seems hardened' into chaos.—Pittsburg Dispatch. ■ .i oa/ .j «

MAN WITH A HISTORY

The Terrible Experience that Befell John W. Thomae, of Theta, Tenn. Afflicted with * Fernliar Disease, His Bodv Cowered with Lamps, Coaid Not Eat and Thought He Was Going to Dry Cp—His Recovery the Marvel ot Tennessee. [From th* Saeh'iUe (Tenn.) Banne-.] Mr. John W. Themis, Jr., of Theta, Tenn., is a man with a most interesting history. At present he is interested in blooded horses, for which Mau ay County is famous. “few people, I take it,” said Mr. The mas to a reporter who had a-ked him for the story of his hie, “hare passed through as remarkable a chain of events as I have and remained alive to tell the story. “It was along in 1884, when I was working in the silver mines of New Mexico, that my troubles began: at first I suffered with indigestion, and so acute did the pai s become that I went to California for my health, but the trip did me little good, and fully impressed with the idea that my last day had nearly dawned upon me, I hur. ied back here to my < Id home to die. "From simple indigestion my malady developed into a chronic Lability to take any substantial food, I was barely able to creep about, and at times 1 « as prostrated by spells of heart palpitation. This condition continued until one year ago. “On the 11th of April. 1893, I sudcollapsed, and for days I was unconscious, in fact 1 was not fully myself until July. My-condition on Sept. 1 was simply horrible; I weighed but seventy pounds, whereas my normal weight is lt>s pounds. All over my body there were lumps from the size of a grape to the size of a walnut, my fingers were cramped so that I could not more than half straighten them. I had entirely lost control of my lower limbs and my hand trembled so that I could not drink without spilling the liquid. Nothing would remain on my stomach, and it seemed that I must dry up before many more days had passed. “I made another round of the physicians, calling in one after the ether, and by the aid of morphine and other medicines they gave me, I managed to live, though barely, through the fall.” Here Mr. Thomas displayed his arms, and just above the elbow of each there was a large irregular stain as large as the palm of the hand and of a purple color; the space covered by the mark was sunken nearly to the bone. “That,” said Mr. Thomas, “is whaUthe doctors did by putting morphine into me.

“On the 11th of December, 1893, just eight months after I took permanently to bed —1 shall never forget the date—my cousin, Joe Foster, of Carter’s Creek, called on me and gave me a box of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People, saying they had cured him of partial paralysis, with which I knew he had all but died. I followed his directions and began taking the medicine. As a result I stand before you to-day the most surprised man on earth. Look at my hand—it is as steady as yours; my face has a healthy look about it; I have been attending tomy duties for a month. Since 1 began taking the pills I have gained thirty pounds, and I am still gaining. AU the knots have disappeared from my body except this Uttle kernel here in my palm. I have a good appetite and I am almost as strong as I ever was. “Yesterday I rode thirty-seven miles on horseback; I feel to-day, but not sick. I used to have from two to four spells of heart palpitation every night. Since I began the use of the pills I have had but four spells altogether. “I know positively that I was cured by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, and I beF lieve firmly that it is the most wonderful remedy in existence to-day, and every fact I have presented to you 'is known to my neighbors as well as to myself, and they will certify to the truth of my remarkable cure. ” Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People are not a patent medicine in the sense that name implies. They were first compounded as a prescription and used as such. in general practice by an eminent physician. So great was their efficacy that it was deemed wise to place them within the reach of all. They are now manufactured by the Dr. Williams’ Medicine Co.r.pany, Schenectady, N. Y., and are sold in boxes (never in loose form by the dozen or hundred, and the public are cautioned against numerous imitations sold in this shape) at 50 cents a box. or six boxes for s2.st‘, and may be had of all druggists or direct by mail from Dr. Williams’ Medicine Company.

The Pyramid of Dashur.

“M. de Morgan, Chief of the Antiquities Department, claims to have made the discovery of the long-sought entrance to the mysterious brick Pyramid of Dashur, near Saqqara. After numerous borings in the ground surrounding the pyramid, he found, twenty-seven feet below the surtace, a gallery 230 feet long, cut in the rock, and inclining upward toward the pyramid. Fifteen chambers were found, containing numerous tombs and sarcophagi of high functionaries (among them the sarcophagus of a queen), all of the XHth Dynasty, over 2.000 years before Christ. It is expected that further researches will reveal the sarcophagus of Kihg Usurtesen lll.—London Times.

Forbade Him to Submit.

One ot the most painful trials oi Kossuth's exile was his inability to be present at the deathbed of his mother. She lived in poverty in Brussels, and she expressed a desire to see her son once more before she died. The Belgian government of that day not grant his request to visit her unless he consented to be accompanied wherever he went by an officer of police. He might have consented to this degrading condition, says one biographer, for her sake, but no sooner did his mother hear of it than she forbade him to come to her, and she expired in the last days of 185'2, blessing him with her dying breath.

He Met with Treachery.

Robin Hood did not die in conflict oi any kind. He was advanced in life, and feeling ill, he entertained the idea that bleeding would relieve him. To this end he went to a kinswoman of his, the prioress of a nunnery, as women were skilled in surgery id those days, and more especially those of the religious communities. He was about 87 years old, and it is said that hft met with treachery, and was allowed to bleed to death.

Aluminum Vehicles.

Aluminum cabs,, or fiacres, are about to te tested in Faris by the cab co npany “LUrbaine,” which owns the largest number of the fiaeres circulating in the French eapital. The company is using now tifi plate cases, or bodies, for its cabs,- and it is reckoned that an ordinary opupe weighs about 500 kilogrammes—a little more than 1,000 pounds. It is expected that this weight will bok greatly reduced if experiment shall prove that aluminum cabs a e a feasible and practical thing.