Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 September 1898 — Page 3

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A Contrast.

One man, through favor or influence or interest, gains a high office in political life. Another, without any of these accessories, wins an equal place through his fitness for It, gained by long years of faithful, loyal service and gradual preparation. The former, notwithstanding his official position, has undergone no qiore improvement than the mineral which was dug from the earth. As he was before, so he re* mains. The latter has become truly elevated, for he has risen in worth; the force from within has developed his powers and fitted him for higher usefulness. One youth has been through the various stages of school and college life, he has been sent abroad sot culture, and be has had done for him all that money and friends can do; yet, with all this external pushing upwards, he may not have-half the true mental elevation of another who, without any advantages but what he has earned for himself, is yet a close thinker, a sincere seeker after truth, an earnest wrestler with mental difficulties, a student, not merely of books, but of men and of nature.

TOLD BY THE SERGEANT.

From the democrat, Grand Rapids, Mich. At the Michigan Soldiers’ Home, in Grand Rapids, lives Sergeant Richard Dunn, hale and hearty, although he carries the scars of several wounds sustained in some of the battles of the Civil War. In recounting hie experience to a reporter, Mr. Dunn said: “About a year and a half ago I began to have trouble with my stomach. My suffering was so intense that I tried different medicines and doctored with several physicians, but without permanent relief.

The Wounded Soldier.

boxes I was cured. I never felt better than I do now, even in my younger days. I am naturally a robust man, but that stomach trouble, together with rheumatism, which afterward set in, were making fast inroads upon my health, and I am satisfied that it would have been but a short time before my comrades would have been conducting the regulation funeral ceremonies over my remains had I not chanced to read of and taken Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People. “There are several others in the home who are taking these pills and are receiving great benefit. RICHARD DUNN.” Subscribed and sworn to before me, this Ist day of November, 1897. HENRY GIBSON, Notary Public. Sergeant Dunn is perfectly willing that anyone should write him in reference to his case, provided stamp is enclosed for the reply. All the elements necessary to give new life and richness to the blood and restore shattered nerves are contained in a condensed form in Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Tale People. All druggists sell them. Where Fish Cannot Live. The forms of sea life In the upper portion of the ocean waters may descend to a depth of 1,200 feet or so from the surface, but then succeeds a barren zone, which continues to within 300 feet to 300 feet from the bottom, where the deep sea creatures begin to appear. The Use of Sait. According to an eminent doctor, the excessive use of salt tends to paralyze •the sense of taste.

Fireproof Babies.

A doctor residing in the east end of London has discovered a solution which renders clothing absolutely fireproof. “By this discovery,” he says, “the appalling loss of life in babies by being burned will be minimized.” The formula represents a prescription of 5 per cent, alum and 5 per cent, phosphate of ammonia, which renders the substance absolutely noninflammable. All that is necessary is to steep the clothing In this solution, and the tissues so treated will resist the flames, even If, they have previously been rubbed with gunpowder.

Oldest English Business.

Probably the oldest business In England is an ancient linen drapery concern which has been in existence since 1600. Under the title of the Sign of the Croune, the Industry has been carried on in the old town of Shefford, in Bedfordshire, upward of 300 years, for more than half of which time it has been in the hands of a single family in an almost direct line. Since 1750 this ancient drapery shop has been under the control of Cator & Sons, who occupy the original building.

In the Wings.

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A Dangerous Secret.

BY FLORENCE MARYATT.

CHAPTER IX. On the following morning Mrs. Hephzibah Horton is seated in her own rooms at breakfast, in company with the solicitor, Mr. Bond. Before the meal is concluded, a servant brings a twisted piece of paper to present to Mrs. Horton. “Please, ma’am, a messenger has brought this for you.” “Dear friend,” it reads, “if you can some to me, pray do so. It is all over. He died last night, and I am left alone, and more in need of help from your strong heart and head than ever. Yours affectionately, DELIA MORAY.” “Make haste and finish your breakfast,” says Mrs. Horton to her solicitor, explaining the note. “You must come with me! Who knows what use your legal knowledge may be to the poor girl in this extremity?” When they reach the Morays’ lodgings Mrs. Timson, with the elongated face which she considers suitable to the occasion, precedes them upstairs with an intimation of their arrival, and Delia, very pale and very grave, comes out to meet her friend upon the landing. “It is so good of you to come to me,” she says, as Mrs. Hephzibah embraces her, “but I felt sure you would. I sent a telegram to tell Mr. William Moray this morning, and he has already arrived here; and—and —we don't get on very well together,” she concludes, with a look that says more than her words. “Well! I’m all the more glad that I was able to come, my dear, then, and to bring my friend Mr. Bond, whom let me introduce to you. Mr. Bond is my legal adviser—you have heard me mention his name before, I think; and I have told him all your history, so you needn’t mind what you say before him.” “Pray come in from this cold landing,” says Delia, simply, as, having bowed to the solicitor, she leads the way to the sitting room. The blinds are down, but there is a good fire in the grate, and it does not look more dismal than usual. The child is seated on the hearthrug playing with some books and toys, and William Moray, from his chair at the table, is watching him greedily as though he considers him to be already his own. He does not look particularly gratified when his sister-in-law re-enters the room, followed by the strangers. “Some friends of mine who have been kind enough to call and see me,” is all that Delia says in explanation, and then chairs are offered and accepted, and the party sit down together and feel uncomfortable, and don’t know how to begin the conversation. “This is a very melancholy occurrence, sir,” says William Moray to Mr. Bond. “Very melancholy!” is the rejoinder. “Who is to manage the business of the funeral ?” “I take that responsibility upon my own shoulders,” says William Moray. “I am glad to hear it,” nods the lawyer; “not but what it’s only your duty. This girl has kept your brother alive quite long enough, in my opinion. It would be rather hard if she had to bury him as well.” “My family, madam, is above leaving the funeral obsequies of any of its members to be performed either inefficiently or through the charity of strangers,” he answers, grandly. “Has your brother'left a will?” “O, no! He had nothing to leave,” replies Delia, innocently. “My late brother has left a will which was duly signed and witnessed in my presence,” puts in Moray. “Glad to hear it,” says the lawyer. “A will!” cried Delia. “I never saw it! Do you know where it is, Mr. Moray?” “It is in my possession.” As he speaks, he hands Mr. Bond the paper which James Moray signed the night before, and the solicitor reads it in silence. When he has concluded he looks at Mrs. Horton as much as to say: “The game is up.” Delia catches the look and rightly interprets it. “What is in that paper?” she demands, panting with excitement. “Tell me. 1 have a right to know!” “Now, my dear lady ” commences ’the solicitor. “Be calm, Delia Moray,” interposes Mrs. Hephzibah, “and depend on it we will see all your legal rights secured to you.” William Moray smiles furtively and says nothing. “How can I be calm, when I feel some further calamity is hanging over me? Oh! tell me what it contains, for mercy’s sake!” implores the mother. “Well, ladies,” explains the lawyer, “the gist of the matter is that this paper, signed by the deceased, aud witnessed by his brother and one Teresa Timson, deputes the sole guardianship of his son,-William Angus Moray, to his brother, William Moray, and that without any reference to or interference on the part of Delia Moray, his wife. Which means, ladies, that that gentleman standing there has the power to decide where and how the boy shall be boarded and educated henceforward, and that his mother has no power whatever to gainsay or prevent him.” “Infamous!” exclaimed Mrs. Hephzibah, energetically. “But, if the law can right her, it shall!” “The law is futile to interfere,” respnods Mr. Bond. “This is the law,” “Bah!” cries Mrs. Hephzibah, right in his face, to prevent the tears that have sprung to her eyes rolling down her cheeks. But Delia’s scared gaze is fixed upon him.

“I read an account of Dr.Williams’ Pink Pills for Pa le People having cured a case much like mine, and I decide d to give them • trial, which I did. “A f ter taking five

“What did you say?” she inquires softly; “I don’t think I quite understand it. My boy left to his uncle? To be educated, and fed, and kept by his uncle? Not to live with me, do you mean? Could he do it? Is that the law?” “It is the law, unfortunately, my dear madam,” replies Mr. Bond. “He shall not —he shall not! I defy him! Is it for this 1 have borne insult and violence and abuse, in bitter silence? Is it for this that my husband’s last act was to attempt my life? Oh! you cannot —cannot have the heart to take my boy from me?” she cries, turning to her broth-er-in-law. “If you could persuade your friend ” says William Moray to Mrs. Horton. “Don’t speak to me!” she answers abruptly. “I think the whole transaction infamous, and worthy of your brother and yourself from beginning to end. And if the poor girl had never been such a fool as to marry him he couldn’t have made her suffer like this to gratify his own petty revenge!” The woman on the floor seems to have been listening to Mrs. Hephzibah’s words, for as the last sentence leaves her lips she raises her head, and a look of fierce determination succeeds the despair in her face. What is it she gropes for in her bosom ? Does she mean to murder the man who threatens to rob her of her child; and is it a concealed knife for which she seeks? It might be, judging from the look upon her face. But whatever it is, as she gets hold of it she rises to her feet suddenly, and stands upon the hearthrug with her ■back to the fire. “Mr. Bond!” she exclaims, “is that the truth? Were my boy illegitimate, could they take him from inc?’

‘‘A strangb question, my dear madani; but certainly not—certainly not;” “Not by will—or otherwise?” “Not by any means whatever. It is only over his legitimate child that a man has any power.” Something held in the hands behind her back drops ynto the blazing fire, and is shriveled into nothing. As Delia gives a rapid glance around, and sees it has entirely disappeared, a beautiful courage—the courage of despair —gleams from her eyes like that which must have inspired the martyrs of old when they placed their naked feet upon the burning ploughshares. She catches up the child upon the hearthrug, and holding him tightly to her breast, advances to the table. “Then I defy William Moray, or any other man, to take my boy from me,” she says. “He is mine, and lam his. We belong to one another only. I was never married to his father!” At this announcement every one in the room is visibly startled. “Are you in earnest, madam ?” demands the solicitor, incredulously. “Delia Moray! for heaven’s sake, think what you are sacrificing,” whispers Mrs. Horton. But the animal instinct is roused in the woman’s breast, and she shakes off her best friend with fierce impatience. “Leave me alone!” she answers loudly. “I tell you ’tis the truth!” “It is not,” says William Moray; “it is a trumped-up lie to serve your own purpose. I had the assurance from my brother’s lips that you were his wife!” “Where are the proofs, then? Bring them forward!” “You must have a copy of the marriage certificate surely?” says the lawyer. Mrs. Hephzibah Horton remembers—and says nothing. “I have no certificate,” replies Delia. “That is of little consequence,” says William Moray, angrily. “A copy is easily procurable from the registrar’s books of the church‘where they were married. I am not going to be fooled in this way.” “But if we were never married in any church—what then?” says Delia defiantly. “But I say you were! You were married at Chilton, in Berwick. Now! are you convinced that it is useless to try and deceive me?” She laughs scornfully. “Go to Chilton, then, and get the certificate. There is no church there. It was burned to the ground the very time 1 stayed there in the place with your brother.” Mr. Moray starts. He has heard something of the occurrence before, and remembers it is true. He begins to fear she may outwit him. “This is child’s play!” he exclaims passionately. “There must be a copy of the certificate somewhere among my late brother's papers. -I shall go and search for it.” He leaves the room as he speaks, and Mrs. Horton approaches Delia. The mother’s face is very pale, and her lips are tightly compressed together, and as her friend grasps her hand she shrinks away from her. “Don’t touch me, or speak to me! Re--member what ! am!” “ — — “I do remember it, Delia Moray, and I admire your courage. But you cannot deceive me!” The girl’s eyes turn toward her with a look of infinite gratitude. “Don’t mention it now! For the next few minutes I must act, or fail.” William Moray re-enters the apartment. “Have you been successful, sir?” asks Mr. Bond. “No,” is the reply. “But I will prove the truth of the marriage yet, if trouble Or expense will do it.”

“Meanwhile,” interposes Mrs. Horton blandly, “you will have no objection, 1 suppose, to this lady returning home with me?” So Delia passes from the home where she has been so miserable, with a blight upon her fair fame, and a brand forever on her outcast child, believing that the joy she has so rashly purchased must outweigh the sufferings that accompany it. And this is Delia Moray’s lie! CHAPTER X. There are some places in this world of change—a very few —which look as if they had stood still since the day on which they attained maturity. No modern architecture has displaced the quaiut fashion in which their first houses were built; no innovations have been permitted to supersede the ancient customs. Such a place is Bruges; city beloved of devotees, refugees, and impecunious Englishmen. It appears like sacrilege to make those reverend archways ring with laughter, or the ancient stones clatter beneath running feet. But Gabrielle de Blois, even, great, tall girl of seventeen though she is, returning from her daily muic lesson at the convent school, has no scruples on the matter. She is a pretty, gypsy-look-ing creature, with dark hair hanging down her back in tangled curls, and bright eyes full of mirth and mischief, and a coarse straw hat pulled over her face. She looked as demure as a nun just now when she met the Reverend Abbe Bertin and answered some questions he put to her respecting her father; but, as she turned the corner and passed under the dark archway that will conduct her to the sunny, open Place, she caught sight of a wellknown figure advancing as though to meet her, and all her love of fun rushes to the surface. She darts like a swallow behind the' opened gateway, and waits in silent ambush the approach of the newcomer. In her hand she holds a branch of blossoming lime which she pulled carelessly from a tree on her way from school. The person she waits for advances unsuspectingly, believing her still to be some quarter of a mile ahead of him. He is a young man of one or two and twenty; slight, tall and graceful iu appearance, with delicate features, blue eyes, and fair, reddish hair. He does not hear the half-suppressed giggle with which his proximity to the gateway is saluted, but he does feel a long branch of blossoming lime tickle his neck as he passes through it, and in another moment he has detected the hidden culprit. The warm flush that beautifies his features as he does so, is sufficient to denote the interest he feels in her, while the burst of glad laughter with which she greets him proves that he is no unwelcome companion. “Gabrielle,” he says in French, re-, proachfully, “why did you not wait at the convent until I called for you?” “Because, Angus,” she answers in the same language, "the fact of your calling for .me so constantly has been observed, and papa would not like me to be talked about.” Both speak fluently, but there is just sufficient difference in their accent to show that Angus has acquired the language by education, and Gabrielle uses it as her native tongue. “What nonsense! when we have known each other from little children. One would think you were about to become a nun yourself.” “And who says I am not?” she returns, defiantly. “You look very like a nun in that costume, I must say. Much more like a wild Arab of tjie desert}”

“Now Angus that is very unkind of you, as well as impoHte, when you know my poor papa cannot afford to dress me any better.” " - , ' “Oh, Gabrielle! as if you did not look beautiful to me in any guise. Only when yod talk of becomifag a nun, it is too absurd.** . “Why should it be absurd? Both my atints are religieusefc and 1 have no mother to take charge of inCi should my poor papa die! 5 ’ “There is no chance of yotir father dying; but if there were, you should have some one better than a mother to look after you—a husband.” “You must not speak to me in that fashion, Angus. Papa would not approve of it!” “t must speak, Gabrielle. The time has tome for speaking. I only wait your permission to broach the subject to youi father. But though I know that, according to the custom of your country, 1 should do that first, I am too English in feeling to pluck up courage for it, until 1 am sure that his consent will be backed by your own. Tell me, Gabrielle, if your father says ‘yes,’ will you have me for a husband?” “Can you doubt it, Angus?” says the girl, softly. “If I went to your father and told him I desired to make you my wife he might give me his consent—do you think he would give me his consent, Gabrielle?’ “I do not know. I am not sure,” replies the girl, blushing violently; “but papa loves you, Angus. He has often told me how much he should like to have had a son just like yourself.” The young man is about to make some reply to her words, when the attention of both is diverted toward the driver of a fiacre, who is waving his arms and hallooing in their direction. “What can the man want?’ exclaims Angus, as he turns and sees him. (To be continued.)

GAMBLED BUT ONCE.

The Founder of Monte Carlo’s One Disastrous Experience. Mons. Blanc, the founder of the Casino at Monte Carlo, which really means Monte Carlo Itself, was very eccentric. If he had ever been young there is no record of the fact, for he is always described as a little old gentleman, clad in a long coat, and walking Vvith the aid of a yellow cane, without which he was never seen during his waking hours. Though enormously wealthy, says the London Mail, he was excessively thrifty in trifling matters, and would haggle like an old clothes man to save a franc on articles for his personal use, though he thought nothing of expending hundreds of thousands of francs in beautifying the Casino and the miniature city. He was never known to play at the tables, excepting on one occasion, and then it was a somewhat costly experience. While on a visit to the Wiesbaden Casino with Mme. Blanc, he was in the habit of accompanying her on a morning stroll each day. During one of these walks Madame complained of the heat of the sun, and requested her husband to buy her a parasol. Accordingly the two entered the shop, where madame selected a very pretty article, worth 80 francs—about £3 4s.—which M. Blanc, with a scowl and a muttered grumble, paid. When the Casino opened at noon great was the astonishment of the croupiers and the visitors to see M. Blanc place 2 louis on the red at one of the trente et quarante tables. The attendants hastened to get him a chair, but this he declined, saying he was only going to remain a few minutes. When the cards were dealt he won, and, taking up his winnings, left the original stake on the table. For a second time he won, and had now got back the price oFthe' umbrella. Dut not content, tie ventured another 2 louis, which this time be lost. Somewhat annoyed at this, the founder of the place doubled the stake and won, thus getting back the cost of the umbrella again. Determined, however, to regain his 2 louis, he staked them again, only to see them raked in by the bank. Thus he kept on winning and losing, but never able to-recover the 2 louis, till, at last he found himself 25 louis out, all the gold his pocket-book contained. A thousand franc note he had was quickly changed and swallowed up. Then, becoming exasperated, he cashed his check for a large sum, and, sitting down, commenced the battle in earnest. Hour after hour passed, but M. Blanc, his eyes fixed on the treacherous pasteboards, never budged from his post. He kept on planking down heavy stakes until the last deal was declared, when, calmly rising, he seized his yellow cane and made his way through the gaping onlookers into the open air. On reaching home he found Mme. Blanc playing “patience” with a pack of cards, the offending parasol being on the table. “Madame,” said the old gentleman, “do you know what that thing has cost me?” “Mais oui, mon ami. It cost you 80 francs.” “Madame,” rejoined he, “you are mistaken. I have just paid the bill—9l,ooo francs.” Madame’s sunshade had cost no less than £3,640.

Not a Bit Worried.

Her Father—Well, if you are determined to marry my daughter I shall offer no objections; but, before you take this irrevocable step, I think It is only right to let you know that I have decided to leave all my money to educational and charitable institutions. t Glib Suitor—Oh, that’s all right. I’ve got proof that you bet on a bicycle road race once. It’ll be easy enough to show that you’re of unsound mind.

As Applied to Love Making.

“What is the matter with young Hankinson and Mabel Garlinghorn? I thought they were growing fond of each other. • “They were until they found out their mothers were forming plans to bring them together oftener, and then they quit. They said they didn’t want any board of strategy business In theirs.”

A Blighted Future.

“No,” he said, bitterly, “I can never hope to lie President.” “Why? You were born in the United States, weren’t you?” “Yes, but I can’t go to war because my parents won’t give their consent, and before the supply of soldiers runs out I’ll be too old.”

Some Difference.

Clerk—l believe you said, sir, that after the first of the month you would raise my salary. Employer—You are mistaken. What I said was that after that date you would be worth more to us.

Something to Live For.

Jimmy—Do you say prayers at night? Billy—l do now. I don’t want anything to happen to me during the ball season, you see.-*-New Jork Journal.

A Bittle Mistake.

“Waiter, this serviette is dirty.” “Beg pardon, sir; it’s got folded the wrong way, sir.”—New York World. It is not those who have the best opportunities who make the V?st use of them.

STATURE OF AMERICANS,

Sarffeon in the United states AmtJT ' Save it I« 67 Inches. In a paper read by Major Henry S. Kilbourn, surgeon United States army, before the Association of Military Sun geons of the United States, he adv<F cated the theory that the physical power of a race of people, and consequent!# their capacity for work, is measured by their average stature. For every inch of height between five and six feet the extreme breathing capacity is Increased eight cubic luches; the vital capacity being at its maximum at 35 years. A table of measurements of 190,201 native white Americans, accepted for the military service of the United States, show that the number of men below sixty-three inches in height is but little greater than that of the class above seventy-three inches. The most numerous class is included between sixty-seven and sixty-nine inches, and this standard class would have a greater chest girth than the average. The mean height of 125 United States naval cadets above the age of 23 years was 67.80 inches. As these men are drawn from all parts and classes of the United States, they represent very nearly the typical physical development of the American people of 25 years of age. Major Kilbourne concludes that the commingling strains of Celtic, Danish Norwegian and German blood among our people has thus far worked no deterioration of physical quality. “Not so the swarthy, low-browed and stunted people now swarming to our shores. Absorbed into the body of the people, these multitudes must inevitably evolve an inferiority of type. To realize the result of such a contingency, let it be considered that the loss of an inch in stature might bring in its train the loss of national ascendency. Let us take care then that the state shall suffer no injury.”—Boston Transcript.

Wobbled When He Came to'Possum.

“Ole Uncle” Claybrook is a very religious old darky, and holds converse with his Maker twenty times a day or oftener. His habit is to pray, and then turn off into what appears to be a onesided conversation with the Lord, but It is evident that there is another party to it as far as he is concerned. To hear him reminds one very much of a telephone conversation. The other day he was going through his customary devotions, and when he got to the point of expressing thankfulness for the many blessings of life, he broke off into a recounting of them, says Cicero T. Sutton, of the Owensboro Inquirer. “An’ deh, dar’s ’possum, Lord, bow’d you ever think of makln’ ’possum? ’Possum jes’ beats all. You jes’ couldn’t beat it es you tried ag’in. ’Possum! he he! Yes, dar’s watah-million. I hadn’t thought o’ dat. Hit’s jes’ great. You couldn’t beat hit, neither, could you, Lord? Now, hones’ couldn’ you jes’ fix it so dey bofe git ripe at oncet? If you was to do dat you mought go out an’ shet de do'. Dey wouldn’t be no mo’ sin an’ no mo’ sorrow an’ no mo’ tribelation. Jis try hit oncet, Lord, an’ jis see whut a diffunce hit would make!” And then “ole uncle” began to hum a quaint negro camp-meeting tune, and stopped to look at a piece of liver in a butcher’s stall, as the best substitute for his loved ’possum or as best suited to the small piece of money which represented his total movable wealth.

Has Not Slept for Five Years.

It is reported that a man in Indiana has not had an hour’s sleep for five years. Thousands of men and women are unable to sleep more than an hour or two a night because of dyspepsia, headache and constipation. A certain remedy for these disorders is Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters. All drugists sell it.

He Began Early.

Perhaps she wasn’t frightened—that Biddeford (Maine) mother, who, on going to see what had become of her 26 months’ old son, whom she had missed for a minute or two, found him trying to shave himself with his father's razor, as he had “seen papa do.”

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His Mistake.

“That politician Is a ‘has been,’ isn’t he?” remarked the observer. “No,” replied the captious friend, “he isn’t even that. He’s merely a ‘used-to-think-he-was.’ ’’—Washington Star.

Wheat 40 Cents a Bushel.

How to grow wheat with big profit at 40 cents and samples of Salzer’s lied Cross (80 Bushels per acre) Winter Wheat, Rye, Oats, Clover, etc., with Farm Seed Catalogue for 4 cents postage. J OHN A. SALZER SEED CO., La Crosse, Wis. C N U

Pure Illusion.

“What is the glare of publicity?” “It is the way conceited-people imagine the whole world is looking at them when it isn’t.”

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.. The origin of the American navy dates from Oct. 13, 1775, when Congress authorized the equipment of two cruisers.

Lane's Family Medicine

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Feed Your Nerves Upon rich, pure, nourishing blood by taking Hood’s Sarsaparilla, and you will be free from those spells of despair, those sleepless nights and anxious days, those gloomy, deathlike feelings, those sudden starts at mere nothings, those dyspeptic symptoms and blinding headaches. Hood’s Sarsaparilla has done this for many others —it will cure you. Hood’s Sarsaparilla Is America's Greatest Medicine. SI; six for J 5. Hood’s Pills cure Sick Headache. 25c,

MRS. PINKHAM’S WARNING TO WOMEN. ■ Neglect is the Forerunner of Misery and Suffering—A Grateful Hos> band Writes of His Wife’s Recovery. Nearly all the ill health of women is traceable to some derangement of the feminine organs. These derangements do not eure themselves, and neglect of the sensations resulting from them is only putting off trouble. Pathetic stories are constantly coming to Mrs, Pinkham of women whose neglect has resulted in jfhe-fa serious heart trouble and a whole train of woes. Here ia the story of a woman who was helped by Mrs. Pinkham after other treatment failed: Dear Mrs. Pinkham:—lt affords me very great pleasure to be able to state that 1 believe my w ‘fe owes her health to your medicine advice. For three years her health failed rapidly; she had heart trouble, often falling down in dizzy and fainting spells, shortness of breath, Choking and smothering spells, bloat* r ing of the st °mach, a dry cough, dysVwSSb (//J \\ peptic symptoms, menses irreg- \ mESH (t i tilar, scanty, and of an unIf \ \ \ 1 \ natural color. She had been ( / \ n\. I\ \ treated by physicians with but \\ \ \ ”—x \1 \ little benefit. She has taken \ \ your treatment according to 1 \ \\ y°ur directions, and is better / XN \ in every way. lam well pleased \ \ y with the result of you# treatment, and give you permission to use my letter / for the benefit of others.— Chas. 11. and Mrs. May Butcheb, >■ Fort Meyer, Va. ra The healing and strengthening power of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound for all female ills is so well established that it needs no argument. For oyer twenty years it has been used by women with results that are truly wonderful. Mrs Pinkham invites all women who are puzzled about their health to write to her at Lynn, Mass., for advice. All such correspondence is seen by women only, and no charge is made. A Million Wanteo Hove Been Benefited 6y Mrs. PinMram’s Advice and Medicine

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Buried Treasures.

The treasure of Hildesheim is one of the most important and curious left us by the ancient world. This treasure came verj’ near being reduced to fragments before it was disinterred. In 18G7 the German military authorities decided to establish a shooting ground in the environs of the village of Hildesheim. Work was already begun when an officer found it necessary to dig up a little more earth. In doing this the soldiers.turned up the first silver vases and found the hiding-place. Work was immediately stopped and a systematic search commenced. But if only several shovelfuls less of earth had been dug, the treasure would have remained barely covered and would soon have been utterly destroyed by the bullets.

G. A. R.-Cincinnati Encampment.

The Monon Route, with its four trains daily, is the best and most comfortable line to Cincinnati. The rate will be only one cent a mile.. Tickets on sale Sept. 3, 4, 5 and 6, good to return Sept. G to 13, inclusive, and by extension to Oct. 2. Send four cents in stamps for the Monon’s beautifully illustrated book on the Cincinnati encampment. Frank J. Reed, G. P. A., Chicago. L. E. Sessions, T. P. A., Minneapolis, Minn.

Big Hall for New York.

Greater New York is to have a hall of education, to cost something like $500,000. The project has been dragging along for nine years. It is to be used exclusively by the board of education, which now rents quarters on the outside from time to time.

“A Home in Texas.”

No part of the United States offers advant ages that are to be found In the gulf coast country of Texas. Everything grows, lots of it, the year around. For stock raising you cannot And Its equal under the sun. Write to Southern Texas Colonization Company, John Llnderholiu, Mgr., No. 110 Rialto building, Chicago, 111., for new Illustrated pamphlet, "A Home in Texas.'* Cheap excursion rates twice a month. Good name in man or woman Is the-immediate jewel of the soul, —Shakspeare.

Hall’s Catarrh Cure.

Is a constitutional cure. Price 75 cents. A brave man is sometimes a desperado; but a bully is always a coward.— Haliburton. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothlmo Stbup for Children teething: softens tbe gums, reaucea inflammation, allays pain, cures wind ccUc. cents a bottle. WANTED.—-Case of bad heal I h that R I P-A N'S will not benefit. Send 5 cents to Ricans Chemical Ofc, New for 10 samples and i.OOU wtlmonlala.

DADWAY’S n PILLS, Purely Vegetable, Mild aid Reliable. Cru ALI Disobpeks or ths stomach, Liver, Bowels, SICK HEADACHE, B.LIOUSNESC, INDIIiESTION, TORPID LIVER, DIZZY FEELIN3S, DYSPEPSIA. One or two of Radway's 1 lib, taken dally by tbom subject to bill >m t a 1 ns and tor pl 11 tv of tb i Liver, will keep the system regular and locure healthy digestion OBSERVE The following symptoms resulting from Disrate ol the Dlge'Cve Organs: Constipation. Inward pi'e", full nets of the blood In the head, acidity of the stomach. nausea, heartburn, jjlsgust of food. fullness oi weight In the stomach, sour eructations, sinking or fluttering of the heart, choking or suffocating sensations when In a lying posture, dimness of vision, dlzzinest on rising sudden y, dots or webs before the sight, revet and dull pain tn tbe head, deficiency of perspiration, yellowness of the akin and eyes, pain In the side, chest, Umba. and sudden flushes of heat, burning in the flesh, A few dose# of BADWAY’S PILLS win free tne syw tom of all the above named disorders. Price. 35 cents per box. Sold by druggists, or sent by mall. RADWAY & CJ., M Elm Street New York, SLICKER WILL KEEP YOU DRY, a Don't be fooled with a mackintosh or rubber coat. If you want a coat gi that will keep you dry In the hardest storm buy the Fish Brand Slicker. If not for sale In ytnit JkgU town, write for catalogue to A. J. TOWER, Boston. Mass. (fR «CURE YOURSELF! Use Big O for unnatural lischarges, inflammations, rritations or ulcerations >f ■hhcous -membranes. Painless, and not astrio- , gent or poisonous. Sold by Druggist#, or sent in plain wrapper, by express, prepaid. for JI.OO, or 3 bottles, 12.75. Circular sent on request. ENSIONS, PATENTS, CLAIMS JOHN W. MORRIS, WASHINGTON. 0. G Late Principal Examiner U. S. Pension Bureau. 3 yrs. in last war, 15 adjudicating claims, atty, sinoa c. N. U, No 36-03 WHEN WRITING TO ADVERTISERS PLEASE SAI TT yon mw the advertisement Io this paper. IS Best Cough Bynip. Tastes Good.' Dee g| Bel in time. Fold by druggists. |gf