Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 June 1896 — Page 7

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Intelligence on Mars. Year after year, when politics cease from troubling, there recurs the question as to the existence of Intelligent, sentient life on the planet Mars. The last outcrop of speculation grew from the discovery of M. Javelle of a luminous projection on the southern edge of the planet. The light was peculiar in several respects, and, among other Interpretations, it was suggested that the Inhabitants of Mars were flashing messages to the conjectured inhabitants of the sister planet, earth. No attempt at reply was made; indeed, supposing our astronomer royal, with our best telescope, transported to Mars, a red riot of Are running athwart the whole of London would scarce be visible to him. The question remains unanswered, probably unanswerable. There is no doubt that Mars is very like the earth. Its days and nights, its summery and winters differ only in their relative length from ours. It has land and oceans, continents and Islands, mountain ranges and inland •eas. Its polar regions are covered with snows, and it has an atmosphere and clouds, warm sunshine and gentle rains. The spectroscope, that subtle analyst of the most distant stars, gives us reason,-to believe that the chemical elements familiar to us here exist on Mars. The planet, chemically and physically, is so like the earth that, as protoplasm, the only living material we know, came into existence on the earth, there is no great difficulty in supposing that it came, into existence on Mars. If reason be able to guide us, we know that protoplasm, at first amorphous and unintegrated, has been guided on this earth by natural forces Into that marvelous series of forms and Integrations we call the animal and vegetable kingdoms. Why, under the similar guiding forces on Mars, should not protoplasm be the root of as fair a branching tree of living beings, and bear as fair a fruit of intelligent, sentient creatures?—London Saturday Review. His Last Offense. The Pool Killer—How’s your business? Cobbler—Oh, it’s mending. (Then he pegged out.)—Washington Times.

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TALMACiE'S SERMON.

THE PREACHER DISCUSSES THE STAR OF WORMWOOD. Another Unique Text Taken to Enforce a Needed Lesson—Conduct, Influence and Opportunity—The Free Nation of the Earth and Its Salvation. Destiny of Nations. It was appropriate that this sermon on the destiny of nations should be preached I in what has long been called the Presidents’ church, because Presidents Jackson and Pierce and Polk and Cleveland have attended it. Dr. Talmage chose for his text Revelation via., 10, 1L “There fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers and upon the fountains of waters, and the name of the star is called Wormwood.” Many commentators, like Patrick and Lowth, Thomas Scott, Matthew Henry and Albert Barnes, agree in saying that the star Wormwood, mentioned in Revelation, was Attila, king of the Huns. He was so called because he was brilliant as a star, and, like wormwood, he imbittered everything he touched. We have studied the star of Bethlehem, and the morning star of the Revelation, and the star of peace, but my present subject calls us to gaze at the star of Wormwood, and my theme might be called “BVllliant Bitterness.” The Kin* of the Hnne. A more extraordinary character history does not furnish than this nan thus referred to—Attila, the king of the Huns. One day a wounded heifer came limping along through the fields, and a herdsman followed its bloody track on the grass to see where the heifer was wounded and went on back farther and farther until he came to a sword fast in the earth, the point downward, as though it had dropped from the heavens, and against the edges of this sword the heifer had been cut. The herdsman pulled up that sword and presented it to Attila. Attila said that sword' must have dropped from the heavens from the grasp of the god Mars, and its being given to him meant that Attila should conquer and govern the whole earth. Other mighty men have been delighted at being called liberators, or the merciful, or the good, but Attila called himself and demanded that others call him the Scourge of God. At the head of 700,000 troops mounted on Cappadocian horses, he swept everything from the Adriatic to the Black sea. He put his iron heel on Macedonia and Greece and Thrace. He made Milan and Pavia and Padua and Verona beg for mercy, which he bestowed not. The Byzantine castles, to meet his ruinous levy, put up at auctiou massive silver tables and vases of solid gold. A city captured by him, the inhabitants were brought out aud put into three classes—the first class, those who could bear arms, who must immediately enlist under Attila or be butchered; the second class, the beautiful women, who were made captives to the Huns; the third class, the aged men and women, who were robbed of everything and let go back to the city to pay heavy tax. It was a common saying that the grass never grew again where the hoof of Attila's horse had trod. His armies reddened the waters of the Seine and the Moselle and the Rhine with carnage and fought on the Catalonian plains the fiercest battle since the world stood—3oo,ooo dead left on the field! On aud on until all those who could not oppose him with arms lay prostrate on their faces in prayer, and, a cloud of dust seen in the distance, a bishop cried, “It is the aid of God!” and all the people took up the cry, “It is the aid of God!” As the cloud of dust was blown aside the banners of reinforcing armies marched in to help against Attila, the Scourge of God. The most unimportant occurrences he used as a supernatural resource, and after three months of failure to capture the city of Aquileia and his army had given up the siege, the flight of a stork and her youug from the tower of the city was taken by him as a sign that he was to capture the city, and his army, inspired by the same occurrence, resumed the siege and took the walls at a point from which the stork had emerged. So brilliant was the conqueror in attire that his enemies could not look at him, but shaded their eyes or turned their heads.

A Peculiar Btar. Slain on the evening of his marriage by his bride, Ildico, who was hired for the assassination, his followers bewaiied him not with tears, but with blood, cutting themselves with knives aud lances. He was put into three coffins—the first of Iron, the second of silver and the third of gold. He was buried by night, and into his grave were poured the most valuable coin and precious stones, amounting to the wealth of a kingdom. The gravediggers and all those who assisted at the burial were massacred, so that it would never be known where so much wealth was entombed. The Roman empire conquered the world, but Attila conquered the Roman empire. He was right in calling himself a scourge, but instead of being the Scourge of God he was the scourge of hell. Because of his brilliance and bitterness the commentators were right in believing him to be the star Wormwood. As the regions he devastated were part* most opulent with fountains and streams and rivers, you see how graphic is this reference iu Revelation, “There fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers and upon the fountains of waters, and the name of the star is called Wormwood.”

Have you ever thought how many imbittered lives there are all about us—misanthropic, morbid, acrid, saturnine? The European plant from which wormwood is extracted, Artemisia absinthium, is a perennial plant, and all the year round it is ready to exude its oil. And in many human lives there is a perennial distillation of acrid experiences. Yea, there are some whose whole work is to shed a baleful influence on others. There are Attilas of the home, or Attilas of the social circle, or Attilas of the church, or Attilas of the state, and one-third of the waters of all the world, if not two-thirds the waters, are poisoned by the falling of the star Wormwood. It is not complimentary to human nature that most men, as soon as they get great power, become overbearing. The more power men have the better, if their power be used for good. The less power men have the better, if they use it for evil. Birds circle round and round and round before they swoop down upon that which they are aiming for. And if my discourse so far has been swinging round and round, this moment it drops straight on your heart and asks the question, Is your life a benediction to others or an imbitterment, a blessing or a curse, a balsam or wormwood? Some of you, I know, are morning stars, and you are making the dawning of life of your children bright with gracious influences, and you are beaming upon all the opening enterprises of philanthropic and Christian endeavor, and you are heralds of that day of gospelization which will yet flood all the mountains and valleys of our sin cursed earth. Hail, morning star! Keep on shining with encouragement and Christian hope! Some of you are evening stars, and you are cheering the last days of old people, and though a cload sometimes comas over

yon through the querulousness or unreasonableness of your old father and mother it is only for a moment, aud the star soon comes out clear again and is seen from all the balconies of the neighborhood. The old people will forgive your occasional shortcomings, for they themselves several times lost their patience when you were young and slapped you when you did not deserve it Hail, evening star! Hang on the darkening sky your diamond coronet! Wormwood. But are any of you the star of Wormwood? Do you scold and growl from the thrones paternal or maternal? Are your children everlastingly pecked at? Are you always crying "Hush!” to the merry voices aud swift feet, aud their laughter, which occasionally trickles through at wroug times and is suppressed by them until they can hold it no longer, and all the harriers burst into unlimited guffaw and cachinnation, as in high weather the water has trickled through a slight opening in the miildam, but afterward makes wider and wider breach until |t carries all before it with irresistible freshet? Do not be too much offended at the noise your children now make. It will be still enough when one of them is dead. Then you would give your right hand to hear one shout from their silent voices or one step from the still foot. You will not any of you have to wait very long before your house is stiller than you want it Alas, that there are so many homes not known to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, where children are put on the limits, and whacked and cuffed aud ear pulled aud senselessly called to order and answered sharp and suppressed, until it is a wonder that under such processes they do not all turn out Modoqs and Nana Sahibs!

What is your influence upon the neighborhood, the town or the city of your resi-i dence? I will suppose that you are a star of wit. What kind of rays do you shoot forth? Do you use that splendid faculty to irradiate the world or to rankle it? I bless all the apostolic college of humorists. The man that makes me laugh is my benefactor. Ido not thank anybody to make me cry. I can do that without any assistance. We all cry enough and have enough to cry about. God bless all skillful punsters, all reparteeists, all propounders of ingenious conundrums, all those who mirpifully surprise us with unusual juxtaposition of words. They stir into the acid beverage of life the saccharine. They make the cup of earthly existence, which is sometimes stale, effervesce and bubble. They placate animosities. They foster longevity. They slay follies and absurdities which all the sermons of all the pulpits cannot reach. But what use are you making of your wit? Is it besmirched with profanity and uncleanness? Do you employ it in amusement at physical defects for which the victims are not responsible? Are your powers of mimicry used to put religion in contempt? Is it a bunch of nettlesome invective? Is it a bolt of unjust scorn? Is it fun at others’ misfortune? Is it glee at their disappointment and defeat? Is it bitterness put drop by drop info a cup 7 Is it like the sq'ueezing of Artemisia absinthium into a draft already distastefully pungent? Then you are the "star of Wormwood. Yours is the fun of a rattlesnake trying how well it can sting. It is the fun of a hawk trying how quickly it can strike out the eye of a dove. Worldly Prosperity.

But I will change this and suppose you are a star of worldly prosperity. Then you have large opportunity. You can encourage that artist by buying his picture. You can improve the fields, the stables, tae highway, by introducing higher style of fowl and horse and cow and sheep. You can bless the world with pomological achievement in the orchards. Ycui can advance arboriculture and arrest this deathful iconoclasm of the American forests. You can put a piece of sculpture into the niche of that public academy. You can endow a college. You can stocking 1,000 bare feet from the winter frost. You can build a church. You can put a missionary of Christ on that foreign shore. You can help ransom a world. A rich man with his heart right—can you tell me how much good a James Lenox or a George Peabody or a Peter Cooper or a William E. Dodge did while living or is doing now that he is dead? There is not a city, town or neighborhood that has not glorious specimens of consecrated wealth. But suppose you grind the face of the poor. Suppose when a man’s wages are due you make him wait for them because he cannot help himself. Suppose that, because his family is sick and he has had extra expenses, he should politely ask you to raise his wages for this year, and you roughly tell h*m if he wants a better place to go aad get it. Suppose by your manner you act as though he Were nothing and you were everything. Suppose you are selfish and overbearing and arrogant. Your first name ought to be Attila and your last name Attila, because you are fehe star of Wormwood, and you have imbittered one-third if not three-thirds of the waters that roll past your employes and operatives and dependents and associates, and the long line of carriages which the undertaker orders for your funeral, in order to make the occasion respectable, will be filled with twice as many dry, tearless eyes as there are persons occupying them. There is an erroneous idea abroad that there are only a few geniuses. There are millions of them. That is, men and women who have especial adaptation and quickness for some one thing. It may be great, it may be small. The circle may be like the circumference of the earth or no larger than a thimble. There are thousands of geniases, and in some one thing you are a star. What kind of a star are you? You will be in this world but a few minutes. As compared with eternity the stay of the longest life on earth is not more than a minute. What are we doing with that minute? Are we imbittering the domestic or social or political fountains, or are we like Moses, who, when the Israelites in the wilderness complained that the waters of Lake Marah were bitter and they could not drink them, cut off the branch of a certain tree and threw that branch into the water, and it became sweet and slaked the thirst of the suffering host? Are we with a branch of the tree of life sweetening all the brackish fountains that we can touch?

Three Wishes. What is true of individuals is true of nations. God sets them up to revolve as stars, but they may fall wormwood. Tyre, the atmosphere of the desert, fragrant with spices, coming its caravans to her fairs; all seas cleft into foam ny the keels of her laden merchantmen, her markets rich with horses and camels from Togarmah, her bazaars filled with upholstery from Dedan, with emerhld and coral and agate from Syria, with wines from Helbon, with embroidered work from Ashur and Chilmad—where now the gleam of her towers, where the roar of her chariots, where the masts of her ships? Let the fishermen who dry their nets where once she challenged the admiration of all nations; let the barbarians who set their rude tents where once her palaces the question. She was a star, but by her own sin turned to wormwood and has fallen. Fall of Babylon. Babylon, with her 250 towers and her brazen gates and her embattled walls, the splendor of the earth gathered within her palaces, her hanging gardens built by Nebuchadnezzar to please his bride, Amytls, who had been brought up In a mountainous country and could not endure the

f flat country round Babylon—these hanging gardens built, terrace above terrace, ' ti“ at the height of 400 feet there were woods waving and foontaius playing, the j verdure, the foliage, the glory lookiug as |if a mountain were on the wing. On the ! tiptop a king walking with his quevn, ' among statues snowy white, looking up | at birds brought from distant lands, and : drinking out of tankards of solid gold or I looking off over rivers aud lakes upon uuJ tious subdued and tributary, crying, "Is not this great Babylon which I hare built?” What battering ram smote the walls? What plowshare upturned the gardens? What army shattered the braxen gates? What long, fierce blast of storm put out this light which illumined the world? What crash of discord drove down the music that poured from palace window and garden grove and called the banqueters to their revel and the dancers to their feet? I walk upon the scene of desolation to find an answer and pick up pieces of bitumen and brick and broken pottery, the remains of Babylon, and as in the sileace of the night I hear the surging of that billow of desolation which rolls over the scene, I hear the wild waves saying; “Babylon was prond. Babylon was impure. Babylon was a star, but by sin she turned to wormwood and has fallen.” From the persecutions of the pilgrim fathers and the Huguenots in other lands God set upon these shores a nation. The council fires of the aborigines went out in the greater light of a free government. The sound of the warwhoop was exchanged for the thousand wheels of enterprise and progress. The mild winters, the fruitful summers, the healthful skies charmed from other lands a race of hardy men who loved God and wanted to be free. Before the woodman’s ax forests fell and rose again into ships’ masts and ehurches’ pillars. Cities on the banks of lakes begin to rival cities by tEe sea. The land quakes with the rush of the rail car and the waters are churned white with the steamer’s wheel. Fabulous bushels of western wheat meet on the way fabulous tons of eastern coal. Furs from the north pass on the rivers fruits from the south. And trading in the same market is Maine lumberman and South Carolina rice merchant and Ohio farmer and Alaska fur dealer. And churches and schools and asylums scatter light, and love, and mercy, and salvation upon C 0,000,000 of people.

A Rock of Safety, I pray that our nation may not copy the crimes of the nations that have perished, and our cup of blessiug turn to wormwood, and like them we go down. lam by nature and by grace au optimist, and I expect that this country will continue t* advance until ChrUt shall come again. But be not deceived! Our only safety is in righteousness toward God aud justice toward man. If we forget the goodness of the Lord to this land, and break his Sabbath, aud improve not by the dire disasters that have again and again come to us as a nation, and we learn saving lesson neither from civil war nor raging epidemic nor drought nor mildew nor scourge of locust and grasshopper nor cyclone uor earthquake; if the political corruption which has poisoned the fountains of public virtue and beslimed the high places of authority, making free government at times a hissing and a byword in all the earth; if the drunkenness and licentiousness that stagger and blaspheme in the streets of our great cities as though they were reaching after the fame of a Corinth and a Sodom are not repented of, we will yet see the smoke of our nation’s ruin, the pillars of our national and Stats Capitols will fall more, disastrously than when Samson pulled down Dagon, and future historians will record upon the page bedewed with generous tears the story that the free nation of the west arose in splendor which made the world stare.' It had magnificent possibilities. It forgot God. It hated justice. It hugged its crime. It halted on its high march. It reeled under the blow of calamity. It fell. And as it was going down all the despotisms of earth from the top of bloody thrones began to shout, “Aha, so would we have it,” while struggling and oppressed people looked out from dungeon bar* with tears and groans and cries of untold agony, the scorn of those and the woe of these uniting in the exclamation: “Look yonder! There fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and It fell upon the third part of the rivers and upon the fountains of waters, and the name of the star is called Wormwood.”

DAMASCUS GUN BARRELS.

Secret of Their Manufacture Descends from Father to Son. The United States Consul In Liege describes, In a recent report, the mouufaettfre of and trade in damascus gun barrels, wholly hand made, in the valley of the Vesdre, In Liege Province. These barrels are for sporting guns, and the industry is many years old, ths workmen in the villages in the valley being almost all gun-barrel makers, and the trade descending from father to son. The best barrels are a combination of the beat primary substances, welded and forged by the martelage a frold process; the steel comes from Westphalia, the iron is manufactured at Couvin, in Belgium; the coal, which Is especially suited for the work, from the Herve highlands, in Belgium, while the motive power of the factories Is obtained from the RiVef Vesdre. The Industry has Increased greatly In recent .years. These armes de luxe, as they are called, are made by men working in pairs, each pair in its own little factory, quite independent of all others. They are paid by the piece, the wages being good, and about 2,000 men are engaged on the work in the valley. Medium quality barrels are made of •oke iron and steel, while the superior quality, which are produced in the Vesdre Valley, are made of charcoal Iron and steel. An Ingenious “marriage” of these metals gives a composition which, when manufactured, guarantees the required solidity and resistance. The improvement In these damascus barrels dates from the introduction of percussion cape In place of the old flintlock. Formerly iron barrels alone were produced; now, to manufacture the curled damascus, the ingot Is composed of thirty sheets of Iron and steel, each having a thickness of four millimeters, which are enveloped In a sheet-iron box, placed In an oven and welded together at the lowest possible temperature. Each barrel receives 150 welding beats while being forged, and If a single one of these is unsuccessful the barrel may be a failure, either by alteration of the damascened work or an Imperfection in the welding. - There Is no official test of these armes de luxe, but they are thoroughly tested by the manufacturers before delivery. The annual production of damascus barrels In the Vesdre Valley is about 300,000 pairs, of a value of about 3,500,000 francs. Of this the wages alone—for all the guns are hand made— amount to 2,000,000 francs. The principal markets are Great Britain and the Unites States. About half the barrels made in the Vesdre Valley are sold to manufacturers of arms in Liege to bo mounted.— Washington Poet

A SAD STORY.

The Triala, Hardship* and Successes of a Wonderful Woman. From the Newt, Elgin, UL Certainly more like a romance, and an •Id-fashioned one at that, reads the sketch •f the life *f Mrs. E. Champion, who lives at No. 23 Melrose avenue, Elfin, 111. Mrs. Champion, who is a second cousin of the Rt Hon. John Bright, M. P., is now in her 82d year. Her husband, George Champion, was an English merchantman and ship owner, who made trips to all the distant countries of the earth. In about the year 1842 he made his last voyage and was wrecked with all on board in a terrible storm off the coast of Africa. His partner and Mrs. Champion succeeded in getting the ship back to England and when it was sold and all debts paid the subject of this sketch started life once more In the village of Bridgewater, England, with two shillings in money and four small childreu. A little business was started and with the aid of the childreu she made and sold fancy work. After a few years the oldest son came to America and in 1854 sent so« mother and remaining children. The little business was sold, and the little family sailed away; but sad fate again seemed to follow this good woman. During the time taken for the voyage the son In America was taken ill and died and the termination of the voyage was mingled with the most terrible sorrow instead of the anticipated joyfuluess. Thia brave woman did not turn back, she started for the West and located in Elgin. Again rhe fancy work business was started, after a few years the little store was purchased. A building was built and paid for, but again cruel fate wns not satisfied; fire, the great destroyer, in oue night leveled to the ground this building and all was a complete loss, and the excitement brought on nervous prostration, and this, partial paralysis. For years this brave woman never left her bed, then on commencing to get around was so weak and prostrated that at different times she fell and broke both arms. Sixteen months ago, after twenty years of suffering, she read in the Elgin Daily News testimony of many aged people who had been benefited by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People. Such strong statements from such reliable people, many of whom slie knew, prompted her to try them and >her words are here quoted: "I think Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People a wonderful remedy. They have certainly made me better and stronger than I have been for years. My whole nervous system by their use has been toned up and I am now able at times to move around the house quite comfortably. These pills have added years to my life and although I can never hone to be n perfectly well womnn, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People will make the lust years of my life better and happier." Pink Pills contain all the elements necessary to give new life and richness to the blood and restore shattered nerves. They are sold in boxes at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2.00, and may be hnd of nil druggists or directly by mall from Dr. Williams' Med. Co., Schenectady, N. Y.

A Lonely Old Man Dies.

It is reported that Reavis, the "Hermit of the Superstition Mountains,” is dead. His body was found by the roadside, five miles from his cabin. Reavis was a peculiar character, and for a quarter of a century had lived alone in the mountains, with no companion save his rifle and dogs. Indians had a dread of his unerring aim, and Apaches considered the old man a spirit that could not be killed. He left his wife and children, who lived near the old mission at Los Angeles, some thirty years ago. Those who knew him then said that, in a fit of anger, Reavis walked through the side of his residence that was planked up and down, and from that date he wns never seen by his family. When the Silver King mine was being worked the old man used to supply the camp with vegetables, carrying the same with a train of burros. Twice a year be came to Florence for supplies. Ills home was a stone cabin and his bed a pile of deer o4fe bear skins. He farmed about five acres of land In the mountain dell.—Phoenix (Arizona) Gazette.

Homeaeekera' Excursions South.

On the 15th and 16th of June, ulso July 6,7, 20 and 21, and several dates during August, September and October, the Chicago and Eastern Illinois Kailroud will sell first-class round-trip tickets, good 81 days from date of sale, for one fare, plus $2.00. for the round trip, to all points in Florida and the South. Tracks, trains, time all the best. For further information address C. W. Humphrey, N. P. A., St. Paul, Minn. City ticket office, 182 Clark street, or C. L. Stone, (1. P. & T. A., Chicago.

Too Much.

Nothing Is gained by trying to grow too mnny plants or trees on an acre. It Is not always the number of plants that Increases the yield, but their thrift and feeding capacity. A dozen strong and stocky plants will produce more than double that number which gre weak and spindling. Trees that are too close together simply come Into competition for food and do not grow as rapidly as they should.

World’* Columbian Exposition

Will be of value to the world by Illustrating the Improvements In the mechanical arts, and eminent physicians will tell you that the progress In medicinal agents has been of equal Importance, and as a strengthening laxative that Syrup of Figs Is far In advance of all othera Catch the Fever Quickly. C. W. Allendale, of Cripple Creek, says 90 per cent, of all the men In camp are struck by the gambling mania. Men of the most conservative habits at home catch the fever and go to bucking the tiger inside of twentyfour hours. Keeping Up with the Men. The Modiste—And what Is tb§ sandpaper for? The Fair Cyellenne—Why, you sew that on the—the back of the bloomers, you see? Jack and the other boys always ignite their matches that way.— Cleveland Plain Dealer. “Ah! Tom, there is no greater charm than a pench-bloom complexion, such as the young lady had we heard extolling Glenn's Sulphur Soap.” Druggists. The people of Great Britain consume less tobacco per head than those of any other civilized country—only 23 ounces to the inhabitant. Every man having a beard should keep It an even and natural color, and if it is not so already, use Buckingham's Dye and appear tidy. Dishonesty is a forsaking of permanent for temporary advantages.— Bovee. All men would be masters of others, and no man is lord of himself,—Goethe! I shall recommend Piso’s Cure for Consumption far and wide.—Mrs. Mulligan. Plumstead, Keut, England, Nov. 8, 1895. One who Is afraid of lying Is usually afraid of nothing else.—Froude.

Spanish Cookery. I do net believe that any one, not oven Washington Irving, ever remained so long on the Alhambra’s hill. The manager grew so used to ua that he gave up providing the French dlahea propared for the tourist; now the waiters brought only their own extraordinary messes, golden with saffron, scarlet with pepper, soft with oil, fragrant with garlic, most of which had hitherto been reserved for the family dinner In the office. We were ever made to abstain on Friday, and very flambouyant was our abstinence. In fact, for those who like the rococo in cookery, the Spanish kitchen is unrivaled.—Century.

Incubators.

Those who use incubators and are disappointed when they succeed In hatching only 60 or 70 per cent of the eggs, must not overlook the fact that bene do no better. It is true that a hen will sometimes bring off a dozen chicks from as many eggs, but other hens may hatch only two or three chicks. The average number of chicks hatched. If ten or twenty hens are allowed to sit at the same time, will not exceed 50 per cent.

A Sinking Fnnd

Of vital energy Is easily and pleasantly r*plenlttkable. Hostetler's Stowaeh Bitters Is au Invlgoraut without a pear, and «M speedily Infuse fresh stamina Into an enfeebled physique. Besides this. It averts and remedies malaria, and subdues bilious, kidney, dyspeptic aud rheumatic ailments. The nerves derive great benefit from Its use.

Lamb.

We ar« rapidly becoming a lamb aud mutton eating people, and flock masters may profitably give more attention to this demand than they have heretofore been doing. It is estimated that we market 200,000 lambs annually, between the ages of four and eight weeks. It Is a rapidly growing Industry.

All About Western Farm Lands.

The "Corn Belt" is the name of an Illustrated monthly newspaper published by the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad. It alms to give information la an Interesting way about the farm lands of the West. Send 25c In postage stamps to the Corn Belt, 200 Adams street, Chicago, and the paper will be sent to your address for oue year. Which Is the host government? That which touches self-government.—Go-ethe.

Hull's Catarrh Care. Is taken Internally. Price 78 cents.

So full of shapes 1b fancy that it alone Is hlgh-fnntastlcal.—Shukßpeare.

! , BIG AND GOOD. « ® PLUG W H t Sometimes quality is sacrificed in the £ effort to give big quantity for little money. pS. No doubt about that. > But once in a while it isn't. For instance, there's “ BATTLE AX." Jsj' jfjL k Thepiece is bigger than you ever saw py H|p * before for 5 cents. And the quality is, as a Jla many a man has said, “ mighty good." There's no guess work in this statement. Ijp It is just a pain fact. ifek PjSb investing 5 cents . • ■' H Washing windows is another one of the things that Pearline (“*» wap) does best With that, the glass is never cloudy—is always clear and bright. Washing it is less trouble, of course—but that Is the case with everything that ia washed with Pearline. And about the sashes and the frames; remember thaf Pearline, when it takes the dirt off, leaves the paint on. Haven’t you noticed that certain imitations are not so particular about this ? an “IF AT FIRST YOU DON’T SUCCEED, TRY SAPOLIO 'V■; * • j

■■rfl wwtfa IMMarMtaißmHaikM •hays calm, sons wind o*lic. B casts a bottk BICYCLISTS SHOULD CURES Wounds, Bruises, Sunburn, Sprains, Lameness, Insect Bites, and ALL PAIN. After hard WORK or EXERGIBINQ rub with it to AVOID LAMENESS. REFUSE SUBSTITUTES -W«ak, Watery, Worthiest., POND'S EXTRACT OINTMENT cures PILES., , “4, b fcr“ WWD»B EXTRACT CO.. 78 Fifth As*- *i*wY.rk

DZatures SSeauty Spot* Are nowhere so prominent as in the East. The Lake Shore & Michigan Southern Railway will take you there without fatigue or annoyance. Visit Chautauqua, Ntagtn. the Adirondack!, CatskUla, Lab George, Thousand Islands, the Hudsee or Sea Shore resorts. An ideal va* sstion. Refreshing rest, with variety of choice enough to satisfy every one. Booklet, giving complete informsdoe es to routes, rates, etc., FREE I C K. WILBER, Western P. A. CHICAGO

c. n, u. no. aa-eo WHEN WRITING TO AI>VKKTIBIt Iie ' ' pleas* soy you saw the adv*rH«smi> In this paper.