Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 August 1898 — Page 3

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His Awful Blunder.

Singleton—Dr. Pellet is certainly the most absent-minded man I ever saw. Wederly—ls that so? Singleton—Year he was married last week and during the ceremony when he should have placed the ring on the bride’s finger he actually felt her pulse and asked her to put out her tongue. : Wederly—Poor fellow! I’ll 'bet he never requests her to do the latter again. *.

Cold Comfort for Hubby.

Mr*. De Sette (musingly)—Three or the girls I went to School with have eloped from their husbands. Mr. De Sette (suspiciously)—Hum! Perhaps you would like to be the fourth? Mrs, De Sette (assuringly)—Oh, no; ! couldn’t leave the children. —New York Weekly. _ - _ • . y -j

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A Dangerous Secret.

By FLORENCE MARYATT.

\ CHAPTE& Yll—(Continued-) | “Am I Mrs.. Jpmris Moray, or am l not?” says Delia as' she' con£xdnt|| her-brother-iiutaw boldly.: ?>!>- ? / {■. Mtealiy! this is an excessively awkward predicament, - ’ he stammers in replJSr “I will not leave the bouse,” sbe says, defiantly, “until you answer my question, and give me back my boy. Am 1 your brother’s wife, or am I not?” . • “Well —of course—at lea§J James insures me,” he commences, still utterly at, a loss to know..how to get out of tin: dilemma. Mr. Moray!” exclaims bis better half, “do you.mean to tell me there’s huuy doubt upon the matter, when you’ve bassured dimes' liout of number, that your brother his’a widower and the boy a borphan?” “‘Tbeii’Be lied to yoii,” says Delia. *‘He « brother had a wife, lie bus -everting after evening at our room::, out with nay uhfortunate husband, drinking and otbcy you says Moriy! “this woman Is miy- lifoftiW’sr WiftH but,' knoVfnir ‘the objection you would natUik'liy .toward, her . profession, 1 thought it best not to let' you" Bear the truth,’ especially as I have ndeeided to adopt the“iittte hoyl” . . “Iladopt the little hoy!” exclaims Mrs. Moray.- “I’ll allow you to - do’ no such thing. 'Whptf yhu expect me to hact the part of mother to a baetress’ himp? Never! The very hidea makes my blood curdle.” “A mother to my boy!” cries Delia, in her turn. “I would like to see you or any other woman dare to try it. I am his mother! Wliere is-my child?” she continues fiercely, as she turns upon William Moray; ‘(where is my WiJly? (live him back to nle-or -I’ll go straight to the next magistrate and tell him the whole story beginning to end.” Bm at thpjgoupd of his .mother’s voice uttering his name, and as though to summon him, little Willy has gdt-down from las chair at the luncheon table, and, ji*\V,' ajmei&ring at,the drawing room door, llk-g. with .a cry* of pleasure, into Delia’s • exclaims, “my own, own child! Let tjupse take heed who would try to tear you frpm me again.” “But, under the circumstances, I shall no*:be in permitting you to re- ■ mqU’ft: from my care,” interWijfiam rlforay nervously. “His fafhfeii hilff with me, and unless the -law you have no right to take him away. In fact, I will not let him go!” : : : “If you don’t, I’ll turn him hout hon the doorstep,” snys his wife. “If you don’t, I claim my right to remain by his side till the affair is settled,” says his sister-indaw. William Moray is like a man between two fires. He really is to be pitied the most of the three. He does not know which of these women to conciliate first, nor on what tack to steer so as to make his peace with either. “I took the child from your lodgings with the best intentions,” he says to Delia. “You cannot bear the whole burden of liis support in ease of anything happening to my brother,, and it was my intention to help you by adopting Willy as my son.” j“-Yon shall never haye him,” she cries, Indignantly. (Mr. napes Moray his coming hup the liavonue,” just here announces Jeames Plush, hastily. . It is evident that Mr, James Moray is nq welcome visitor at the Firs, since the servants have been .ordered to giye warning of his approach. But his presence at this particular moment is a real relief to his brother, who. gives a ready order for his admittance.- At the intelligence of, her husband’s Delia turns veiry pale, and clasps the boy tighter to her bosom. But she does not quail, nevertheless. “That low creature here hagain?” ejaculates Mrs. Moray, “with his drunken habits awl-his hunpleasant, cunning eoun.teimncei! '""Well, there's a nice pair of you,. Tuid tlM’s my hopinion, and his I’d known hit would come to this, I never would -.have demeaned myself by hentering such a family—no, neveiT’ : you- majt-Vtifink, be good th Keep it to yourself for the prescirt,” replies'her “My, brother’s coming is most relieves my mind of a great responsibility,H e . can now do what he thinks Best with his own child,” • ; - ' - ' “He shall never take him froni me again,” says Dclih,'as 'she holds the Boy close—close against her throbbing heart, and nerves Jierself for the coming interview; ' > ' " CHAPTER VIII. James Moray enters the drawing room at the Firs with anything but an assured countenance. He is perfectly sober, but not at all certain of the reception he will get at his sister-in-law’s hands; .For the fact is, he has only entered the house twice before this—once when his brother introduced Willy to the notice of his wife, arid again when the-' child was hastily conveyed from the lodgings, at Holloway to Brixton, and some false excuse was made for taking him there at that time of night.- !' - He has thought to make Willy’s presence at the Firs an excuse for inquiring after the child, in hopes his brother may ask him to stop arid' take his Sunday dinner with them. Little does he think whom he will encounter’ in Mrs. William Moray’s drawing room. As he enters at the door, he makes his way at once up to her. lie holds out h!s hand to her almost deprecatingly. She reject’s it coarsely. “Don’t hoffer your hand to me, feif you please, Mr. James, for I have found hout hall your deception for myself.” “What does it mean?” he asks, turning to his brother, and in turning he sees his wife and child. Then there is no need of explanation. “So you are at the bottom of this, are you?” lie says, angrily. “1 might have guessed as much. What do you mean by . coming up here without my leave? How flare you intrude upon my relations in this way?” “I came here for my boy,” she answers, boldly, “and if you had placed him in Buckingham Palace, I would have forced myself into the very presence of royalty in qrder to feet him back again.” “‘I , i*m tffippped if you shall keep him, though!” exclaims her husband, as he makes a'yfei'nt of wresting the child from her grasp. “The boy is mine, and I shall dq exactly as I choose with him. The law is on. my side.” ’’’ “You’ll riot leave him here, Mr. James, ndt for -hariothor hour, for I refuse to k«iep hiiri,” interposes Mrs. William Moray. ‘ “Hit was never represented to me, when I consented to hallow the child to remain bunder my roof, that he was the hoffspring liof a hactress.” The start of surprise and disappointment with which James Moray receives this announcement is’ not lost upon sharpsighted Delia. She rends its motive at a glance, and lakes advantage of it. If Willy is discarded by his aunt, the burden not only of the child’s support, but his own, must fall upon her husband. She remembers Mrs. Hephzibah’s last words, and throws dowu her next card boldly. (“Take- your son, .ttyen,’’she says, in a loud voice, But with’ trembling lips, as she Hfr*bas W’illy toward his father, “If you

are to have the sole disposal of him, so must you take the sole responsibility. 1 W|ll go out into the world alone and suppc«± myself.” - ' But this unexpected move upon the mother’s part startles William Moray.-He advised the recapture of (he boy solejy to compel Delia to follow* him. -If- she is too far, and deliberately deserts teF child, the support o t both brother and nephew will come upon himself. And he is not prepared to undertake it. Therefore he quickly interposes to check the angry rejoinder that he sees upon James’ lips. “Stop, James! pray stop! Yon are going too far! What has your wife done that you should threaten her with the loss of her child? This matter only requires a little settlement. Cannot we talk it over together and come to some amicable arrangement?”“Oh, all right,” says James Moray, mystified by the other’s change of tactics, “but I thought you said——” “Never mind what I said. We were both put out at the time by finding Mrs. Moray had deserted you. But now that she has come back, we must try to patch up this little disagreement. What is it, Sirs. Moray, that you require my brother to dq for you?” ... , , . ; *!.• “Simply this: To treat me decently!; To let me lie down and get up in peace, aqd retain possession of my own child. 1 want no love from him. I have ceased to expect it for years past, but if h’e will only promise to refrain from striking me and Willy, and to leave us together, I will work for him, as I have done, until I can work no more!” “Well, I think that is a perfectly fair proposal, and one to which my brother should be pleased to assent. What do you say, James? Have you any further remark to make upon the subject?” “Does she mean to come home with me and do her duty?” demands James in a sullen voice. “I have already said I will. But I alon’t consider it my duty to submit to be treated like a dog rather than a woman. I can support myself, and you can’t. 1 am willing to support you on certain conditions; but the next time you force me to leave you, 1 shall go, not to Holloway, but straight into if police court, and see if I cannot get satisfaction from the law.” “Let it be peace, James,” whispers his brother; “it is the best policy, at all events for the present.” “We will have peace, then,” says James Moray, as he holds out his hand to Delia. Their hands meet, but there is no life in the clasp that unites them. The James Morays return to their comfortable home almost iu silence. Delhi sits in one corner of the third-class railway carriage, with Willy held tightly in her arms, and her eyes fixed apparently on space. But as her husband glances furtively at her, every now and then, he perceives by the stern expression of her mouth and the gravity of her countenance that she is perfectly determined and fearless. There is nothing to eat in the house, and neither James nor she has dined. She orders something to be prepared for them as soon as possible; and Willy is delighted to be allowed to walk round with Mrs. Timson to the butcher’s and try and persuade him to cut a steak on Sunday. The dinner appears and disappears. The husband and wife sit down together, and eat at. 4he same table; but they do not address each other, except in the most formal manner. But the boy is present and talks for both of them. Once Moray harshly bids him hold his tongue in the old fashion; Delia does not resent the order, but she just raises her eyes and looks him steadily iu the face. It is sufficient. In that determined glance he reads a reminder' of their agreement, and Willy is. permitted to chatter unrebuked. But the hatred with which Moray has commenced to regard his wife waxes stronger with each proof of her power. He is in the position of a madman bound with fetters, from" which there is no possibility of freeing himself, lashing out in impotent fury, and foaming with rage because he cannot reach tho passers by. He would like to murder Delia. Those 'cunning, pale blue eyes of bis have a dangerous light in them as he watches her every action. But she. takes no notice of his mood, believing that it is but' the natural consequence of the unpleasant scenes they have gone' through, and that it will cure itself with time and-reflection: She is perfectly fearless of him. With the evening comes his brother William. Delia litis retired to bed; in tho first place, because she is very weary; in the second, because she has no wish to encounter her brother-in-law. The conversation which ensues between the brothers relates solely to the little boy, whom William, notwithstanding the opposition he is likely to encounter from his wife, has taken a great fancy to adopt. He wants to persuade Janies to make a will, appointing him sole guardian of the child, subject to no control whatever of the mother, in the event of which he promises to make little Willy his heir, and bring him up to the profitable business of a wool merchant. “And so I will byme—bymeby ” asseverates Jeinniy, Who is beginning to be slightly incoherent under the influence of tho brandy. “Better do it at once,” urges his brother. “I .have drawn up a paper that wifi answer all the purpose, if you will just write your name at the bottom—here. Stop, though! we must have a witness. Will yoiir landlady officiate, do you think?” “Dunno,” says'James. “Well, we can but try,” replies William, ringing the bell. When the landlady answers it, he meets her on the threshold. “Mrs. Timson, will you oblige us by witnessing my brother’s signature? (I have been inducing him to make a proper provision for Mrs. Moray in case of his death,” he adds in a lower tone, "and really his health appears to be breaking up so fast, that I think the sooner it is all settled the better.”) “With pleasure, sir!” replies Mrs. Timson. ■ _ James Moray just manages to sign his name legibly, and when his brother’s and Mrs. Timson’s autographs have been added to it, the ceremony is complete. Then the landlady retires, and James Moray applies himself afresh to the brandy bottle. “I don’t think you had better drink any more to-night, Jem,” says William, as he buttons up the paper that has just been signed in his breast pocket. “W’hy not go to bed and sleep? You’ll be another man to-morrow morning. I’m afraid 1 can’t stay any longer.” “It won’t be long before you’ll have played out your little game, and I shall be able to claim the boy as my own,” he thinks, as he makes his way down stairs with the paper securely fastened in his breast. Strange to say, the thought giveri him the greatest pleasure. He does not love the child, but he covets him. James, meanwhile, with the brandy bottle still close at his elbow, sits and ruminates over the events of the past day. He is not quite certain as to what he has committed himself by placing his signature. to that paper, but he remembers it was something to “vex” his wife, and tbfet idea a lona is sufficient to give him

, ' 1 .. . , _ . - If she were only gone new—out at the way—unable to trouble him any more! The wicked thought presses on the burning brain, more than ordinarily confused by the approach of Alness, until it gains the ascendency, and that tfhieh appeared an impossibility ten minutes before, seems the easiest thing in creation now. If he only had a knife—a sharp, good, knife that he could trust—she is sleeping soundly, and it would be over before she could awake. The man rises and gropes his way in drunken blindness to the cupboard, whence he draws an ordinary knife and regards it stupidly. It is dreadful after that to see him kneel down by the fireplace and sharpen the blade upon the hearthstone, drawing it deliberately backward and forward, while a malicious smile plays about his -countenance. Then he tries the instrument upon his own finger, and drawing blood with the action, laughs softly to himself, and having opened the door steaßhfly, makes his way into the next room. Delia is sleeping soundly. She does not hear her husband’s step. Nothing disturbs her rest, until she feels the pressure of a hand (ipon her body, outside the bed clothes, as it is feeling its way up to her throat. She fetirs —the hand is still; she asks “Is anyone there?” The only answer she receives is the falling of a heavy body against her in the dark, while a hand grasps her arm and something sharp and cold is across her unprotected shoulder. In an instant the truth flashes upon her mind—that her husband is attempting her life. With a scream for help that rouses half the household, she wrestles with, the arms that attempt, ineffectually, to hold her down; then leaping from the bed, makes for the door, and throws it open, letting the full light from the gas upon the landing stream into the joom. There he stands—a detected criminalshivering like a wretch upon the brink of the gallows, with the knife still in his hand. Mrs. Timson, clad in a mysterious brown garment which she always dons in cases of emergency, jj as coine ap the stairsi to inquire ; what the disturbance is about. Delia is about (o denounce him when both women start back with horror and surprise. l He stands where Delia saw him last, but now the knife has fallen from his grasp, and he is shaking violently from head to foot. His countenance, usually so pale, has assumed a dark purple tinge, and works violently, his eyes protrude, arid the foam is bubbling round his lips. “James! James! speak, for mercy’s sake!” exclaims his wife. “I forgive everything—l will be silent ns the grave— I ” But before she can conclude her sentence the wretched man, after one or two ineffectual efforts to retain his position, falls forward with a gurgle and a groan upon the floor, and is writhing in a fit at her feet. Delia is beside him in a moment, loosening his cravat and necktie. In a few minutes the convulsion abates—only, it would seem, to allow the body to gain strength to meet the much worso attack that immediately succeeds it, and after which James Moray, with his shirtfront covered with blood and foam, lies quiet and struggles no more. “He is dead!” says Delia, iu a low voice; and she is right. When the doctor, who has been summoned by some of the lodgers to his aid, arrives tipon the spot, he confirms her verdict. The drunkard has been overtaken by the fate he was attempting to compass for another. (To be continued.)

BUNCH OF WAR STORIES.

Incidents that Enliven the Round of Life in Military Camps. A corporal in one of the regiments down at Chickarnauga Park had become entangled with a difficulty, and as a result of it, added to an accumulating of a similar kind, he was called to ap j pear before the colonel of the regiment. “Corporal Jenkins,” said that officer, severely, “you are a fine soldier and a sensible man, and you ought to conduct yourself differently,” “I was drunk, sir,” explained the corporal, very contritely. “That is no excuse. Don’t you know it is wrong to get drunk?” “Yes, sir,” admitted the corporal, Avithout cavil. “Then AVliy do you do it?” “I can’t help it, sir.” “You cannot excuse your fault that way, sir,” said the colonel, sternly. “You know you can if you want to.” “But I can’t, sir.” “Yes, you can,” insisted the colonel. “A man can help doing anything if he puts his mind to it.” The corporal stood up straight and saluted. “Beggin’ your pardon, sir,” he said, “but do you think when 1 heard that Uncle Sain had got into a scrap with them dirty,, cigaroot-smokin’ Spauyards and was askin’ his boys to take a hand with him to lick ’em off the face of the earth that I could help dropping everything right then and there and grabbin’ up a gun and takin’ a hold Avith the old man and the other boys? Say, colonel, do you think a man about my size could help doin’ just wbat I done and bein’ right here ready Avhen he says the Avord?” The colonel was stumped for an in stant. Then he got up and took the col ■ poral’s hand. “Get out of this,” he said hurriedly; “get out, and if you ever get drunk again I’ll have you put in the guard bouse and nailed up until the Avar is over.”

The facility with which the negro coins -words to suit every occasion is always marvelous. The day the District of Columbia regiment embarked for Chickarnauga was, of course, a great day for Washington people and the sideAvalks in front of the revueAving ground was packed to suffocation by colored and white. At one time the congestion of the crowd was really dangerous and an old colored man whose wool was Avhitening Avith age said as he struggled along, wiping the perspiration off his face with his arm: ;“My Lawd! I never see sich a state ob jammeration in all my bawn days!”

“We are a pig short in Mississippi City,” protested a resident of that locality, “and we want to know if Uncle Sam is going to pony up or the Arizona packer avlio yanked it aboard the train Saturday when it slowed up. Everybody about the town had turned out to see the soldiers, as we thought they were, go by, and a white pig was on hand, too, to take in the sight. The train hardly stopped long enough for us to see anything, but that didn’t deter a long-haired individual from the plains from swinging off and, whirling his lariat in the air quicker than you could bat an eye, he had that poor, lonesome pig fast. It all happened in a minute, and evidently willing hands helped to jerk the pig aboard, an unwilling passenger.”

Female Town Crier.

A female town crier fulfils the duties of that office in the Scottish town of Dunning, Perthshire. She is a hale, hearty old dame of 70, locally known as the “bell wife,” and is very proud of having proclaimed the queen’s birthday for fifty-three years running. Don’t depend on your ante if yon would be independent qf your “uncle.”

JACK LIVES WELL.

•Oar Sailor Boy Fare Better than Soldiera or Workin«n»en on Land. If thq tnrtft were told, says the wife of a sea captain, I venture to *ay that ninety-nine women out of a hundred would rather see the kitchen and din-ing-room arrangements on board a man-of-war than all the turrets, guns and fighting apparatus that Uncle Sam’s engineers can devise. We all know Just how particular our respective “Johns” and “Williams” and “Alphonsos” are at home, and we are consumed with curiosity to know how they are going to get on when things are not ordered with reference to their own special tastes. The sailors on board our American ships live much better than the workingmen on land, or our soldiers, for that matter. The cook is usually a Japanese and a good man at his business. When in port the sailors have an abundance of fresh meat and vegetables, and when at sea for any length of time canned vegetables relieve the terrors of the old-time regime of "salt horse” and “plum dufT.” The officers have a caterer and steward and a special cook, whose ministrations are worthy of a French chef. The galley is up to date in all its appointments. A large bote! range, with big ovens, fills all one end of the galley. There are great copper soup boilers and coffee urns and rows of bright copper saucepans and pots that fill the visiting women with envy. The cupboards are as orderly and neat as can be imagined, for therh is no slipshod housekeeping on board of a man-of-war. The china and glass used at the officers’ mess are usually delicate and dainty, while the silver shines as silver does not always shine on shore. The sailor has heavier ware, b.ut even that is uniformly better than his soldier brother of the ranks, who thanks Providence for a tin can.

Topics Of The Times

Thomas Monohan, who murdered two men in New Hampshire while drunk, has been sentenced to serve twentyfour years at hard labor In the State prison for each crime. The sentences are to be successive, making forty-eight years in all. It is stated that Turkey lost less than 1,000 men in battle in the Greek war, but 19,000 died in Thessaly of disease, and 22,000 were sent home invalided, and of the latter 8,000 subsequently died. Among the dead were seventeen army surgeons. A physician who has been studying the effect of liquors on the voice states that none of the great singers has ever been teetotalers. Wine, taken in moderation, he believes, is useful for the voice, but beer thickens it and makes It guttural. Veneer cutting has reached such perfection that a single elephant’s tusk thirty inches long is cut in London into a sheet of ivory 150 Inches long and twenty inches wide, and some sheets of rosewood and mahogany are only about a fiftieth of an inch thick. A shrewd shopman on Broadway, New York, has placed genuine thirteeninch, twelve-inch and eight-inch shells and six and one-pound shot' in his big window. The huge messengers of death and destruction draw crowds of “rubbernecks” from the bulletin boards. Of course the shells are not loaded. Somebody calling himself a traveler writes to a paper in Portland, Me., protesting against the present dilapidated condition of Henry W. Longfellow’s birthplace, and recommending that the city purchase it, repair it and make a Longfellow museum of It. It is now a tenement house and bears a tablet with a vainglorious inscription saying that in it Longfellow was born. The railway from the Congo River’s mouth to Stanley pool, 240 miles in length, has finally been completed, after eight years ’work, and a vast area of the Interior of Africa has thus been opened to modern methods of trade and commerce. There are 10,000 miles of navigable waterway above Stanley pool, and 20,000,000 people inhabit the territory which may be thus reached. Large portions of the old royal castle in Berlin are to be remodeled to make it habitable, ihe Emperor’s desire is to be able to offer a comfortable abode to his guests on great festival occasions, who have previously been quartered in various Berlin hotels at great expense to the imperial exchequer. Many hundreds of thousands of dollars have already been expended in altering and repairing the old castle. S. G. Thurlow, of Belfast, Me., now nearly 90 years old, has just received permission to remove from the custom house there a desk which he bought and put there for his personal use when he was collector of the port thirty years ago. It had got on the inventory of office furniture through some mistake, and when his term expired he was not allowed to remove it. Application after application for permission to do so failed until now. The Atlanta conference for the study of “the negro problem” is this year to consider the efforts of the negroes themselves to better their condition. Among these efforts are the relief work by secret societies, the work of charitable and philanthropic associations and co-operative businesses in which negroes engage. Some time also will be devoted to health statistics and the various Government reports bearing upon the negro.

Dempsey’s Argument.

“Dan,” said a contractor to one of his trusted employes, “when you are seeing about that' lime this morning, I wish you to mention to Dempsey that I would like to have that bill paid. You needn’tpressit,youknow; but just mention it to him in an off-hand manner.” “Yes, sorr.” “I. got the money from Dempsey,” said Dan, on his return. “I am very glad. Yon merely alluded to it in an off-hand way, I suppose?” “Yes, sorr. I handed him the bill and told him if he didn’t pay it I would let off my hand and give him a black eye that he wouldn’t forget for a month, and he paid it at wanst”—Aberdeen Journal.

Those Long Names.

The physician had told him the name of his malady, but he could not spell or pronounce it ten minutes later. “Have you any idea,” his friend inquired, "how your doctor makes up his schedule of charges?” "No,” was the answer. “But I have an idea it is at the rate of about SSO a syllable.”—Washington Star. How a man whose collar wilts in fifteen minutes, hates a man who always looks cool! Cigarettes get blamed for lots of ills that are due to lov? affairf,

Flogging In the British Navy.

now that the barbarous practice of flogging has been abolished as a method of punishment in the English arthy and navy, and that the cat-o’-nine-4a4ls was altogether an obsolete institution.- That this Idea is without foundation is shown by the report of the terrible flogging to which a seaman was subjected recently on board the British man-of-war Penelope by order of her captain. The cruiser in question is stationed at Cape Town, and news of the flogging has just been received in London. Moreover, recent official returns go to show, that to the military prisons of the United Kingdom there are an average of at least two floggings a week throughout the entire year. Russia, which has an infinitely greater reputation for barbarity than England, has recently not only prohibited flogging by the Government and provincial authorities as a means of punishment, but bos also deprived the village elders and the leaders of the peasant communities from inflicting corporal punishment upon refractory fellow-members.

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England's Costly Map.

The largest map in the world is the ordnance survey map of England, containing over 108,000 sheets and costing $1,000,000 a year for twenty years. The scale varies from ten feet to one-eighth of an inch to the mile. The details are so minute that maps having a scale of twenty-five inches “show every hedge, fence, wall, building and even every isolated tree in the country. The plans show not only the exact shape of every building, but every porch, area, doorstep, lamp post, railway and fire plug. “Great indignation," .says the British Weekly, “is expressed at the side of James Payn’s books and manuscripts. The books realized prices enormously below their value. The manuscript of “Lost Sir Massingbred” was sold for three guineas, and the manuscripts of some twenty other novels for somewhere about a shilling a novel. There is something inexplicable about this. Mr. Payn was a most devoted husband and father; be left bis family in fairly comfortable circumstances.

Traits of European Soldiers.

The Russian soldier has abundance of courage; the German is imeqqaled for discipline; the Frenchman is a lusty antagonist when all goes well, and of them all the Hungarian has the most of dash and pluck combined.

Couldn’t Eat It.

Friend—l suppose you’ve bad some hard experiences? - Returned Klondike!’—Oh, yes! I’ve seen times when we hadn’t a thing but money.—Tid Bits.

Artificial Beauty.

Ella —Where does Bella get her good looks from—her.father or her mother? Stella—From her father. He keeps a drug store.—New York Journal.

Coughing Leads to Consumption.

Kemp’s Balsam will stop the cough at once. Go to your druggist to-day and get a sample bottle free. Sold in 25 and 50 cent bottles. Go at once; delays are dangerous. Reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, yet it is our own meditation that must form our judgment.—Watts. Nature has given us two ears, two eyes and but-one tongue, to the end that we should hear and see more than we speak.—Socrates. If your harvest is a failure, remember you selected the seed. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Stbop for Children teething; softens tbo gums, reduces inflammation, allays pain, cures wind colic. 25 cants a bottle. WANTED.—Case of bad health that R'l'P-A'N-Swill Rot benefit. Send 5 cents to Ripang Chemical CoNew York, for 10 samples and 1,(W0 testimonials.

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The Biggest Bicycle in the World.

A German has just completed a bicycle, that has one wheel nine feet in diameter. Two people ride it—one on each side. It runs easily because of its scientific construction. The scientific formula of Hoetetter’e Stomach Bitters is the reason of its- great virtues in making the weak strong. If yonr health is poor, try a bottle.

Punctuation.

Flo (reads)—“May Providence watch over you and keep you always from yours truly Madge.” “Well, that’s a funny way to write to a man you hate!” Madge—“ Not at all. Notice I leave out the commas.”—Ally Sloper.

G. A. R—Cincinnati Encampment.

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Not Afraid Then.

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