Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 November 1898 — Page 3

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SENTIMENT OF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY.

The Republican party, in declaring for a single gold standard, does Dot reflect the sentiments of thousands upon thousands of American voters In this and in other sections of the country. They realize, too, that the Republican party—a party resplendent in illustrious achievements in the past—declared for the gold standard because the Eastern bankers and bond speculators threatened to withhold a corruption fund from the party if their demands for the single gold standard were not complied with. It was not a matter of choice with the “rank and file” of the party, but a matter of fund. The great mass of the Republican party instinctively rebelled against the adoption of such a plank, but the money power, backed by the politicians, was too strong, and to-day the American people behold the sad spectacle of the once great Republican party, through its leaders, bending its knee to political corruption and worshiping the British gold standard. Where are the Lincolns, Sewards and Sumners of the Republican party? All gone. Instead of the statesmanship of Abraham Lincoln we have Mark Hanna. Instead of the wisdom of William H. Seward, we have the low cunning and political trickery of Thomas C. Platt. Instead of the. devotion and patriotism of Charles Sumner we have the Ignorance and dishonesty of Matthew S. Quay. But the corrupt leaders of the Republican party cannot deliver the Republican vote en masse over to the gold standard. The sentiment in that party is almost as strong for silver as it is In the Democratic party. The single gold standard has but few advocates, and they are found principally among those who deal in money. Will the Democratic party take advantage of Rs opportunity? Will it be true to the principles of Jefferson and Jackson? Will it forsake the principles which It has advocated since the foundation of the Government? Will it say to the Populist, to the silver Republican, and to the Prohibitionist, we are for honest money?—the money of the Constitution —both gold and silver at the ratio of 16 to 1, and we ask you to unite with us and aid in expelling this un-American system from our land? If successful, we will coin all the gold and silver presented to our mints Into money of final redemption, and if you believe in rising prices and steady employment to labor, aid us. Quotations on Value. “There is no such thing as intrinsic value. Qualities are Intrinsic; value is a relation between exchangeable commodities, and, in the eternal fitness of things, never can be invariable. Value is of the mind; it Is the estimation placed upon a salable article by those able and willing to buy it. I have seen water sell on the Sahara at 2 francs a bucketful. Was that its intrinsic value? If so, what is its intrinsic value on Lake Superior?—John W. Bookwalter. “An object, In fact, whether gold, silver, cotton or any other article, is said to have risen or fallen in value when It will command in exchange a larger or smaller quantity of other things in the gross than before. The expression is purely relative. Nor c.<n there be such a thing as positive, absolute ov real value.”—A. Potter. “The term ‘lntrinsic value’ is used by many writers with a total disregard of the idea Involved in the' word value. An article may have estimable qualities that are Intrinsic, but no article whatever can have intrinsic value. Its ‘value’ is the mental estimation of its qualities as modified by the limitation of Its quantity and the amount of sacrifice necessary to obtain it. In other words, value is subjective, not objective. In economic discussion, however, value Is treated as though it resided in the object, rather than in the mind, and while, for convenience, I may occasionally use it in that sense, it is important to bear in mind the distinction.”—John P. Jones. Cheap Money Means Higher Prices. The way to have good times is to Increase the number of redemption units. There will not be higher prices without cheaper money. Every final redemption dollar that is coined cheapens money. Coin both metals at the established ratio, and then let the Goxwrnment redeem its obligations in either gold or silver at its option. Tho silver unit, if made a legal tender for all debts, will be as good as the gold unit. The Government, by the Constitution, has power to coin money and regulate the value thereof, and why not do it? What can be the objection? What valid reason can be assigned for not making silver final redemption money? The goldbugs do not want it done for the reason that the people’s burden would thereby be made lighter and gold less valuable. They demand the dearest money. Selfinterest is stronger than humanity, and greed takes the place of patriotism. By changing silver from credit to redemption money the basic principle of money Is added to and the foundation of a sufficient volume of currency Is laid. Both metals would then perform the same functions, thereby strengthening the whole monetary system and making a permanent foundation for the Issuance of one dollar in paper, if necessary, for each dollar in coin. Increase the supply of money, and prosperity, like a benediction, will bless mankind.

They Can’t *-top It. The gold standard papers of the Louisville Courier-Journal, Memphis Coin-mercial-Appeal and Richmond Times stripe are doing their utmost to disparage Mr. Harvey’s work to raise a fund for the dissemination of wholesome Democratic literature between now and 1900. But that recognized leader of Democracy, William Jennings Bryan, has recognized the regularity and importance of the movement by sending his own subscription, and now to clinch Mr. Bryan’s approval Senator Jones, chairman of the Democratic National Committee, and also chairman of the Ways and Means Committee under which Mr. Harvey is doing this work, comes out and gives his hearty Indorsement to Mr. Harvey’s methods. Certainly the movement could not be in more capable and worthy charge.— Mobile (Ala.) News. Millions for Mark’s Crown. Dingley’s protective tariff produced its first year a deficit of $98,248,108, but it put many millions in the pockets of the men who subscribed to Mark Hanna’s fund to elect McKinley. F nppressins Schley. Admiral Schley is a Democrat, and that is the reason the administration has tried to suppress him, and has kept him from maintaining his place on the naval roll. Free Coinage, Free Institutions. Free coinage is inalienably allied to the free institutions of the country; without it we pass to the vassalage of the plutocracy. Palestine Is to have a daily paper, which will probably be established at Jerusalem by a Mr. Yehouda, a native of Russia and a Turkish subject.

EVE

CHAPTER I. In a hollow of down, half a mile from oak woods and crags, with an ancient yew and Spanish chestnut before it, stood, and stands still, Morwell House, the hunting lodge of the abbots of Tavistock, built where a moor-well gushed from amidst the golden gorse brakes, and after a short course ran down the steep side of the hill, and danced into the Tamar. Seventy or eighty years ago this house was in a better and worse condition than at present; worse, in that it was sorely dilapidated; better, in that it had not suffered tasteless modern handling to convert it into a farm with laborers’ cottages. Even forty years ago the old banqueting hall and the abbot’s parlor were intact. Now all his been restored out of recognition. In the interior of this old hall, on the twenty-fourth of June, just eighty years ago, sat the tenant; a tall, gaunt man with dark hair. He was engaged cleaning his gun, and the atmosphere was foul with the odor exhaled by the piece that had been recently discharged, and was now being purified. Once—suddenly—he placed the muzzle of his gun against his right side under the rib, and with his foot touched the lock. A quiver ran over his face, and his dim eyes were raised to the ceiling. Then there came from near his feet a feeble sound of a babe giving token with its lips that it was dreaming of food. The man sighed, and looked down at a cradle that was before him. Presently, recovering himself from his abstraction, he laid the gun across the cradle, from right to left, and it rested there as a bar sinister on a shield, black and ominous. His head sank in his thin shaking hands, and he bowed over the cradle. His tears or sweat, or tears and sweat combined, dropped as a salt rain upon the sleeping child. All at once the door opened and a man stood in the yellow light, like a medieval saint against a golden ground and called in a hard, sharp tone, “Eve! where is Eve?” The man at the cradle started up, showing at the time how tall he was. He stood up as one bewildered, with his hands outspread, and looked blankly at the newcomer. “Are you Ignatius Jordan?” “I am.” “And I am Ezekiel Babb. I am come for my daughter.” Ignatius Jordan staggered back against the wall, and leaned against it with arms extended and with open palms. The window through which the sun streamed was ancient; it consisted of two lights with a transom, and the sun sent the shadow of mullion and transom as a black cross against the further wall. Ignatius stood unconsciously spreading his arms against this shadow like a ghastly Christ ’on his cross. The stranger noticed the likeness, and said in his harsh tones, “Ignatius Jordan, thou hast crucified thyself.” Then again, as he took a seat unasked, “Eve! where is Eve?” The gentleman addressed answered with an effort, “She is no longer here. She is gone.” “What!” exclaimed Babb; “no longer here? She was here last week. Where is she now?” “She is gone,” said Jordan, in a low tone.

“Gone!—her child is here. When will she return?” “Return!”—with a sigh—“never.” “Cursed be the blood that flows in her veins!” shouted the newcomer. “Restless, effervescing, fevered, fantastic! It is none of it mine, it is all her mother’s.” He sprang to his feet and paced the room furiously, with knitted brows and clenched fists. Jordan followed him with his eye. The man was some way past the middle of life, strongly and compactly built. His profile was strongly accentuated, hawklike, greedy, cruel. “I see it all,” ho said, partly to himself; “that cursed foreign blood would not suffer her to find rest even here, where there is prosperity. Bah! all her lust is after tinsel and tawdry.” He raised his arm and clenched fish. “A life accursed of heaven! Of old our forefathers, under the righteous Cromwell, rose up and swept all profanity out of the land, the jesters, and the carol singers, and theatrical performers, and pipers and tumblers. But they returned again to torment the elect. What saith the Scripture? Make no marriage with the heathen, else shall ye be unclean, ye and your child«“»-” He reseatea himself. “Ignatius Jordan,” he said, “I was mad and wicked When I took her mother to wife; and a mad and wicked thing you did when you took the daughter. As I saw you just now—as I see you at present—standing with spread arms against the black shadow cross from the window, I thought it was a figure of what you chose for your lot when you took my Eve. I crucified myself when I married her mother, and now the iron enters your side.” Again he paused. The arms of Jordan fell.

“So she has left you,” muttered the stranger, “she has gone back to the world, to ifs pomps and vanities, its lusts, its lies, its laughter. Gone back to the players and dancers.” Jordan nodded; he could not speak. “Dead to every call of duty,” Babb continued with a scowl on his brow, “dead to everything but the cravings of a cankered heart; dead to the love of lawful gain; alive to music, to glitter. I will light my pipe.” Ezekiel Babb struck a light with flint and steel. “We have made a like experience, I with the mother, you with the daughter. Why are you downcast? Rejoice if she has set you free. The mother never did that for me.” The child in the cradle began to stir. Jordan rocked it with his foot. “I will tell you all,” the visitor continued. “I was a young man when I first saw Eve —not your Eve, but her mother. It was the great fair day. There were performers in the open space before the market. I had seen nothing like it before. What was performed I do not recall. I saw only her. I thought her richly, beautifully dressed. Her beauty shone forth above all. She had hair like chestnut, and brown eyes, a clear, thin skin, and was formed delicately as no girl of this country and stock. A carpet was liyd in the market place, and she danced on it to music. It was like a flame flickering, not a girl dancing. She looked at me out of her large eyes, and I loved her. It was witchcraft, the work of the devil. The fire went out of her eyes and burnt to my marrow; it ran in my veins. That was witchcraft. How else was it that I gave no thought to Tamsine Bovey, of Buncombe, till it was too late, though Buncombe joins my land, and so Buncombe was lost to me forever? Quiet that child if you want to hear more. Hah! Your Eve has deserted you and her babe, but mine had not the good heart to leave me.” The child in the cradle whimpered. The pale man lifted it out, got milk and fed it, with trembling hand, but tenderly, and it dozed off in his arms. “A girl?” asked Babb. Jordan nodded. “Another Eve —a third Eve?” Jordan nodded again. “Another generation of furious, fiery blood to work confusion, to breed desolation. When will the; earth open her mouth and swallow it up, that it defile no more the habitations of Israel?’ Jordan drew the child to his heart, and pressed it bo passionately that it woke and «rML

By-S.BARING-GOULD.

“I cannot deny that she was a good wife,” continued Babb/ “But what availed it me to have a woman in the house who could dance like a feather, and could not make scald cream? Then she bore me a daughter, and the witchery was not off me, so I called her Eve—that is yonr Eve, and after that* she gave me sons, and' then”—angrily—“then, when too late, she died. Why did she not die half a year before Tamsine Bovey married Joseph Warmington? If she had, I might have got Buncombe—now it is gone, gone forever.” He knocked the ashes out of bis pipe, and put it into his pocket. “Eve was her mother’s darling; she was brought op like a heathen to love play and pleasure, not to work and duty. When the mother died, Eve—your Eve—was a grown girl, and I suppose home became unendurable to her. One day some play actors passed through the place on their way from Exeter, and gave a performance in our village. I found that my daughter, against my command, went to see it. When she came home, I took her into the room where is my great Bible, and I beat her. Then she ran away.” “Did you not go in pursuit?” “Why should I? She would have run away again. Time passed, and the other day I chanced to come across a large party of strollers.- I learned from the manager about my child, and so, for the first time, heard where she was. Now tell me how she came here.” Ignatius Jordan raised himself in his chair, and swept back the hair that had fallen over his bowed face and hands. “It is passed and over,” he said. “Let me hear all. I must know all,” said Babb.

CHAPTER 11. “Last Christmas twelvemonth,” said Ignatius Jordan slowly, “I was on the moor—Morwell Down, it is called. Night was falling. I heard cries for help. I found a party of players who were od their way to Launceston, and were caught by the storm and darkness. They had a sick girl with them ” His voice broke down. “Eve?” asked Ezekiel Babb. “Yes. I invited them to come here. The house is large enough to hold a score of people. Next day I set them on their way forward. But the girl was too ill to proceed. After a week the actors sent here to learn how she was. Then a month later, they sent again, but though she was better I would not let her go. After that we heard no more of the players. So she remained at Morwell.” He clasped his hands on his knees, and went on with bent head: “But the playactors returned and were in Tavistock last week, and one of them came up here to see her, not openly, but in secret. This place is solitary and sadugnd Eve of a lively nature. She tired of being here. She wearied of me.” Babb laughed bitterly. “And now she is flown away with a play-actor. As she deserted her father, she deserts her husband and child, and the house that housed her. See you,” he put out his hand and grasped the cradle: tHere lies vanity of vanities, the pomps of the flesh, the lust of the eye, and the pride of life, nestled in that crib, that self-same strain of leaping, headlong, wayward blood, that never will rest till poured out of the veins and rolled down into the ocean, and lost—lostlost!” Babb stooped over the cradle and plucked out the child. He held it in the sunlight streaming through the window, and looked hard t 1 it. Then he danced it up and down wi/h a scoffing laugh. “See, see!” he cried; “see how the creature rejoices and throws forth its arms. Look at the shadow on the wall, as of a Salamander swaying in a flood of hro. Ignatius Jordan seized the babe, snatched it away from the rude grasp of Babb, clasped it passionately to his breast, and covered it with kisses. Thea ae gently replaced it, crowing and smil'.ng, in its cradle, and rocked it with his foot. “You fool!” said Babb; “you love the strange blood in spite of its fickleness. Now that the mother is gone, who will be the mother to it?” “I—l—lF’ the cry of an eager voice. Babb looked round, and saw a little girl of six, with gray eyes and dark hair, a quaint, promature woman, in an old, long, stiff frocks Her little arms were extended: “Baby sister!” she called sac ran xuiwaru, and; kneeling by the cradle, began to caress and play with the infant. “What Is this?” asked Ezekiel. “My Barbara,” answered Ignatius in a low tone; “I was married before, and my wife died, leaving me this little one.” At a sign from the father Barbara rose, and carried the child out of the room, talking to it fondly, and a joyous chirp from the little one was the last sound that reached Babb’s ears as the door shut behind thorn. “Naught but evil has the foreign blood, the tossing fever-blood, brought me. First it came without a dower, and that was like original sin. Then it prevented me from marrying Tamsine Bovey and getting Buncombe. That was like sin of malice. Naw Tamsine is dead and her husband, Joseph Warmington, wants to sell. I tell you,” he went on fiercely, “that so long as all that land remains another’s and not mine, so long shall I feel only gall, and no pity nor love, for Eve, and all who lave issued from her--for all who inherit tier name and blood. I curse ——” his voice rose to a roar, and his gra" hair bristled like the fell of a wolf, curse them all with ” The pale man, Jordan, rushed at him and thrust hip hand over his mouth. “Curse not,” he said vehemently; then in a subdued tone: “Listen to reason, and you will feel pity and love for my little one who inherits the name and blood of your Eve. I have laid by money. It shall be the portion of my little Eve, and I will lend it to you for seventeen years. This day, the 24th of June, seventeen years hence, yi>u shall repay me the whole sum without interest. lam not a Jew to lend on usury. I shall want the money then for my Kve, as her dower. In the meantime take and use the money, and when you walk over the fields you have purchased with it—bless the name.”

A flush came in the sallow face of Ezekiel Babb. He rose to his feet and held out his hand. “You will lend me the money, two thousand pounds?” “I will lend you fifteen hundred.” “I will swear to repay the sum in seventeen years. You shall have a mortgage.” “On this day.” “This 24th day of June, so help me, heaven!” A ray of orange light, smiling through the window, was falling high up the wall. The hands of the men met in the beam, and the reflection was cast on their faces —on the dark, hard face of Ezekiel, on the white, quivering face of Ignatius. “And you bless,” said the latter, “you bless the name of Eve, and the blood that follows it.” “I bless. Peace be to the restless blood.” | (To be continued.)... a ,

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NOSTALGIA ATTACKS BOTH.

War Hone* Get Ja»t m Homesick as the Soldier Boys. "And those volunteers,” remarked the man with the ponderous diamond horseshoe embedded In his bosom, “are not the only warriors that pine away and die from nostalgia. Horses are far more susceptible to the disease than men—that is, they were so in the civil war, and I don’t see any reason to suppose that their temperaments have changed since then. “Of course, when a poor, four-legged brute, with no shoulder straps, comes down with nostalgia the doctors don’t dignify it with such a dude diagnosis. They simply report that such and such horses in such and such a troop are ‘off their feed,' and let it go at that But it Is precisely the same thing, the disorder develops in precisely the same manner and the equine victims of It manifest identically the same symptoms, and, what is more, the chances of their dying from it are infinitely greater than are those of a soldier, simply because it is impossible to bolster up their courage by telling them they are going home soon. That is the only medicine that will keep the disease in check, and, of course, you can’t administer it to a horse unless you speak its language. “And when you come to think about it,” the man with the ponderous diamond horseshoe continued, “the prevalence of the disease among army horses Is the most reasonable thing in the world. As is the case with the volunteers, a great majority of the war horses come from the country. They were bred and raised in the country, and until they were drafted into the service they spest all their days in the restful quiet of the farm. The government prefers to buy country horses both for political reasons and because the animals are more likely to be free from the pavement soreness and other disorders which afflict city horses. It also has its buyers select animals pretty well along in years—any where from five to nine years old. "When these rustic beasts are torn suddenly from their rural homes and plunged into the bustle and confusion of camp life it affects them just as it does their masters who have enlisted. Most natural thing in the world it should, because both have been brought up the same way. You take a city bred man or a city bred horse, and they would go through a thlrtyyear war with never a touch of nostalgia. “Loss of appetite is the first symptom of equine homesickness. Horses that at home were the most hearty feeders become dainty and particular, and refuse to look at anything offered to them. Then they become restless and nervous, pound their feet to pieces, if you don’t watch them, and from sweet-tempered, honest workers they become ornery and sulky rogues, unfit for everything. It doesn’t take long to kill them off—less time than it does to ‘do for* a soldier. Two weeks will fix them generally. Working without nourishment is as disastrous as fighting on an empty stomach, and the beasts soon contract a cold or a fever, and either die or are killed. “Out of a consignment of 200 horses sent to the army corps with which I was stationed in Tennessee, more than one-third of them became absolutely useless from sheer homesickness in less than a month. Twenty or thirty died and the rest we disposed of as best we could. “Another circumstance which produces equine nostalgia among army horses is the faet that a great majority of them have been separated from a mate, with whom they have been accustomed to work for years. The moment they realize their partner is missing they go into the most abject mourning, and refuse to be reconciled. Time and time again I have seen horses literally grieve themselves to death in an army camp because their farmmate was separated from them. “There may be such a thing as mule nostalgia, but I never saw any army mule that did not have sand enough to keep It to himself.”—New York Press.

The Value of a Voice.

The following anecdote is told of the celebrated baritone, M. Faure, who, on one occasion, was paid for his singing at the rate of a franc a note. One day while coming from rehearsal, he passed by M. Barbedienne’s establishment, on the Boulevard Polssonnlere, and, noticing a bronze statuette, he went in to laaulre its price. The principal himself came forward, and when he had given the required information, the conversation drifted to M. Faure’s own profession. “I should so like to hear you sing,” said M. Barbedienne, “not from the stage or from the concert platform, but for me alone. I see you have some music, in your hand. Come into my room and sing me one song. There is a piano.” “My notes are very dear under these circumstances,” replied M. Faure, laughing, as he followed the other. “How much?” M. Faure named his price. “I think we can manage that,” assented M. Barbedienne, as he comfortably ensconced himself in an arm-chair, prepared to lose not a sound. When the performance was over, M. Barbedienne gravely took the sheet of music and pored over it for a considerable time. Then he arose and as gravely called one of his assistants. “Pack up this statuette and send it to M. Faure’s address.” After which he turned to the singer: “If you’ll come to the cashier he will give you the difference. Please pay M. Faure 350 francs, and enter the sale of this statuette. Credit M. Faure with singing 475 notes at one franc each.”

His Words Came Back.

His Wife—You would not have half the nervousness you do if you would give up smoking. Himself—Oh, I couldn’t live without my pipe. His Wife—Yes, you could. You told Millie Perry you could not live without her—before you met me.—lndianapolis Journal.

Lofty.

“I trust,” she said, patronizingly, “that you are a true artist—that you confine your efforts to an elevated plane.” “Assuredly I do, madam,” was the reply. “I am a frescoer and invariably work with a ladder.” —Washington Star.

The Diamond Duty.

“Whep was the diamond duty the most expensive?” inquired a Peoria merchant of an acquaintance he met in the rotunda of the National the other evening. “Just before my marriage,” quickly responded the man addressed.—Peoria Journal. When a man becomes sulky, he can do himself more harm in a minute than' he can recover from in twenty years. The lack of money Is the root of most evils.

COULD NOT SLEEP.

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His Head.

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Farmers’ Alliance.

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Soldiers Are Sanest.

An Interesting table, prepared by the British Lunacy Commissioners, shows the average number of lunatics in various professions and occupations during a period of five years, calculated on the ratio to every 10,000 of the population. With clergymen the ratio is 11-1; with physicians and surgeons, 16.4; barristers and solicitors, 15.4; chemists and druggists, 14.6; commercial travelers, 14.1; railway engine-drivers and stokers, 12.5; soldiers, lowest of all, 10.5.

Statistics of Foreign Missions.

According to a statement prepared by the Rev. Dr. Strong, the missionary societies of the United States, Great Britain, Continental Europe, Asia, Africa and Australia number 249, with 4,694 stations and 15,200 out-stations. There are 11,695 missionaries, 65,000 native workers and about a million and a quarter communicants. The Income from all these countries approximate $13,000,000.

Try Grain-O! Try Grain-O!

Ask your Grocer to-day to show you a packageof GRAIN-O, the new food drink that takes the place of coffee. The children may drink it without injury as well *a the adult. All who try it. like it GRAIN-0 has that rich seal brown of Mocha or Java, but it is made from pure grains, and the most delicate stomach receives it without distress. % the price of coffee. 15c. and 25 cts. per package. Sold by all grocers.

Surpassed Expectations.

“Did your picnic fulfill your expectations?” “Oh, my, yes. It surpassed them. We fully expected It to rain, but hail was more than we anticipated.”—Cincinnati Enquirer. There Is one thing that does not mind the weather, and that is rheumatism; and one thing that does hot mind rheumatism is St. Jacobs Oil, as it goes to work upon it and cures right off. Col. Frank J. Queen, who recently died in Birmingham, Ala., aged 92 years, married the daughter of Daniel Boone. She died ten years ago. Col. Queen assisted Boone in driving Indians out of Kentucky. Mrs. Winslow’s Boothimo Btb%» for Children teething: softens the gums, reduces Inflammation, allays pain, cures wind colic. 26 cents a bottle. WANTED.—Caseot bad health that RT-P-A-N-S wm not benefit. Send 5 cents to Rlpans Chemical CoHew York, for 10 samples and 1,000 teatimnnUW, It Is estimated that all the gold mined in California since 1848 could be put into a room 12 yards long, 6 yards wide, and 5 2-3 yards high.

CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. Tki Kind You Han Always Bought

Words In the English Language.

There are now over 260,000 words in the English language, acknowledged by the best authorities, or about 70,000 more than in the German, French, Spanish and Italian combined. Every living thing has pains and aches sometimes, and the aches and pains of humankind have a friend in St Jacobs Oil, which stands by in need to cure and restore.

Deep Shafts.

The deepest shaft in the United States is the Red Jacket, Calumet and Hecla, Lake Superior, which is a little over 4,900 feet in depth. The shaft of the Tamarack mine, in the same district, is 4,500 feet deep. The deepest shaft in California is the Kennedy, Amador County, which is down 2,200 feet; though the Idaho, Nevada County, and the Sierra Buttes, Plumas County, are almost the same depth. The deepest shaft in Colorado is the California, 2,150 feet; the Geyser, Silver Cliff District, Colorado, is almost as deep.

There Is more catarrh In tms section of the country than all other diseases put together, and until the last few years was supposed to be incurable. For a great many years doctors pronounced It a local disease, and prescribed local remedies, and by constantly failing to cure with local treatment, pronounced it incurable. Science has proven catarrh to be a constitutional disease, and therefore requires constitutional treatment. Hall’s Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio, Is the only constitutional cure on the market. It is taken Internally In doses from 10 drops to a teaspoonful. It acts directly on the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. They offer one hundred dollars for any case it fails to cure. Send for circularsand testimonials. Address, F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, O. BF"Sold by Druggists, 75c.

Reopening the Strife.

“My, my! It’s too bad!” “What?” “Just when peace is in sight the theatrical managers prepare a whole raft of war plays on us.”—North Amerlcan.

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 Reason Made Plain.

“The magazines are not publishing as many dialect stories as they used to.” “No; our public school system has become so perfect that nearly everybody can write English now.”

Are You Going to Florida?

Do you want maps, rates, routes, time card or other information? If so, address H. W. Sparks, T. P. A., 234 Clark street, Chicago.

School Holidays in France.

The small boy who has to go to school in New York looks upon the small boy who has to go to school in France with something of the envy with which Lazarus may have looked upon Dives. It is the question of holidays which constitutes the difference in favor of the lad who attends a public school of instruction in the French republic. The school boys of France have more holidays than work days in the year, and in that fact lies the grievance of the American youngster. The average boy, be he a native of Manhattan or a child of Timbuctoo, is more fond of a holiday than he is of a workday, theorists and moralists to the contrary notwithstanding. And the more holidays he has the better terms is he on with himself and all the world. Two hundred and six holidays in the year, as against 159 school days! That’s the record of public instruction in France. To begin with, there is the regular midsummer holiday, which covers a period of sixty-four days. That’s pretty good for a starter. Then there are the Sundays. They are holidays, of course, everywhere, but they count an additional fifty-two days. Then ten days are allowed for the proper celebration of Christmas and New Year. To be thoroughly observant of the great feast of Eastertide fifteen days are given. Thursday are holidays, and that means fifty-two more days of no labor. All Saints’ comes in for three days’ holiday, St. Charlemagne two days, Shrove Tuesday and Ash Wednesday two days, Whitsuntide three days, and three days to make merry when the national fete in July rolls round. The rest of the year the children are supposed to study.—New York Herald.

5 Get Strong r A syste m w h ich has become run down J by the trying weather F 6 of the past summer V is not in a condition C to meet the severe \ i|t jaMBgJsL £/ winter of this climate P and will easily fall a \ v prey to disease unless a proper tonic is ( J used. \ » fa Dr.WiHiams’ Pink I L Pills for Pale People 1 ' k J are the best medicine tWL M m the world for build- 1 J in fl up and strengthen- / ifik* p B in Jan enervated / xr CM P v system. tS X A Do not confuse j these pills with ord- 7 & inary purgative pills. They do NOT act on the bowels,thereby v J further weakening the body. They build up the blood and r cy Strengthen the nerves. t?* Major A. C. Bishop, of 715 Third Ave., Detroit, Mich. Is • well-known jk w» civil engineer. He says: “when I had my last spell of sickness and came JS u out of the hospital I was a sorry sight. I could not regain my strength -V V and could not walk over a block for several Weeks. I noticed some articles ml J in the newspapers regarding Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pule People, I) f which convinced me that they were worth ttying and I bought two boxes. fia LI did not take them for my complexion but for strength. After using them 7/ I felt better, and know they did me worlds of good. I am pleased to vZ recommend them to invalids who need a tonic or to build up a shattered (f constitution.”—Detroit Fret Preet. , At all m direct from the Dv Williams M«di- C* tint Company, Schenectady, N.Y. Price fifty anti per box. WHEN YOU WANT TO LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF THINGS, USE SAPOLIO

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Useful Malaria.

The Chicago Tribune undertakes to show that nothing is made in vain. * | “I notice there’s a good deal of ague In this part of the country,” said the tourist, who had stopped at the farmhouse for a drink of water. “That’s a great drawback. It unfits a man for work entirely, does it not?” “Gene Fly it does,” said the sallow woman who bad handed him a tin cup. “Still, when John has a right hard fit of the shakes we ’ fasten the churn dasher to him, and he brings the butter inside of fifteen minutes.” J

The "American Boy” Battleship.

Every American hope% our school boys ■will succeed in their efforts to raise $3,000,900 to be used in building a battleship. It costs great sums to build a warship, but you can build up your health with Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters at small expense. This remedy is for all stomach, liver and bowel disorders.

In the Light of Experience.

Nodd—Before w v e were married, when we went into a restaurant it used to take my wife about an hour to decide on what she wanted. Todd—Doesn’t It now? “No, sir; I never let her see a bill of fare.”—Detroit Free Press. What Do the Children Drink? Don't give them tea or coffee. Hava you tried the new food drink called GRAIN-O? It is delicious and nourishing, and takes the place of coffee. The more Grain-O you give the children the more health you distribute through their systems. Grain-0 is made of pure grains, and when properly prepared tastes like the choice grades of coffee, but costa abouf34 as much. All grocers sell it 15c. and 25c.

90,000 Die Every Day.

It is estimated that of the whole population of the globe about 90,000 dio every day.

Lane's Family Medicine

Moves the bowels each day. In order to be healthy this is necessary. Acta gently on the liver and kidneys. Cures sick headache. Price 25 and 50c. The population of Palestine is increasing rapidly. Ten years ago there were only 15,000 residents in Jaffa; today there are nearly 60,000. He cried out in agony, and they ran to the neighbors for help. Sciatica was torturing hit#. Better run for St. Jacobs Oil, or have it handy. It is known to cure the worst cases. If you lend a man grass seed he’s sure to come around later and borrow your lawnmower. If you have a hair-raising story to tell, always spring it on a bald-headed man. Two bottles of Piso’s Cure for Consumption cured me of a bad lung trouble.—Mrs. J. Nichols, Princeton, Ind., Mar. 26, ’95. Judge of a man by his questions rather than by his answers.—Voltaire. A complete feminine toilet service always Includes Glenn’s Sulphur soap. Hill s Hair and Whisker Dye, black or brown, 50c. The life of a tradesman is about twothirds that of a farmer.

Catarrh In the Head, is an inflammation of the mucous membrane lining the nasal passages. It is caused by a cold or succession of colds, combined with impure blood. Catarrh is cured by Hood’s Sarsaparilla, which eradicates from the blood all scrofulous taints, rebuilds the delicate tissues and builds up the system. Remember Hood’s Sarsaparilla Is America’s Greatest Medicine. Si; six for Ik Hood’S Pills cure all Liver Ills. 26 cents. $ Send your address on a postal and $ * we will send you our 158 page Ulus- jS JjJ trated catalogue free. S J WINCHESTER REPEATING ARMS CO., | * IBO Winchester Ave., MEW HAVEM, COBY. |

«CURE YOURSELF! Use Big e for unnatural iischarges, inflammations, rotations or ulcerations >t mucous membranes. Painless, and not aatrin* , gent or poisonous. Sold hy »rngglsta, or sent in plain wrapper, by express, prepaid, for 11.00, or 3 bottles, p.li. Circular sent on request* C. N, U, 7 No 47-93 WHEN WRITING TO ADVERTISERS PLEASE SAY ” ZW hv tb advertisement la this paper.