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A Sufferer Cured “Every season, from the time I was two years old, 1 suffered dreadfully from erysipelas, which kept prowing worse until my hand ; were almost useless. The bones softened so that they would bend, and several of my fingers are now crooked from this cause. On my hand I carry largo scars, which, but for AYER’S Sarsaparilla, would be sores, provided I tr was alive and able to carry anything. Eight bottles of Ayer’s Sarsaparilla cured me, so that I have had no return of the disease for more than twenty years. The first bottle seemed to reach the spot and a persistent use of it has perfected the cure.”—O. C. Davis, Wautoma, AY is.
Some Day, Some How.
»y, *<
>\ hen I looked into lovintr eyes.
And kissed tin* whispering lips that said These words to me. And ii the ties Then made ate broken; if the breast Then warm with life is pulseless now, 1 still will think that God knows best, And that we ll meet, some day. some how!
Until that time f still will know That waereso'er in heavenly eare.
That pure and radiant soul may 'o. My thoughts will follow. K.\eiywl ur© I'll near that voice, so low and sweet,
•Tust as 1 seem to hear it now; I'll hear the fall of fairy feet.
I’ll hear the words, ‘‘some day, some how!"
Upon the mnntelpieue I see The picture of a fair, sweet fare.
And though the lips are sealed, to me They speak with more than tender grace.
1 question not the mystic
[ But hark? How clear the accents nowi
| ’Tis not, the latigc.age of farewell;
'Ti.s trusting love s “some day, sons.* how!
1 And so I fondly hope 'twill he, ! Not now, but some time; after life
I Is finished and eternity
j Dawns on the soul. The toil and strife
Of tIme once ended, then comes rest, Such as we do not dream ot now And then will come to me the bc-t Of all my love, some day, some how!
—Minneapolis Journal.
A TIMID GEN ITS.
My ruune is Paul Vornot. I was born ...... ..... in the town of Arles, when- the sunny the animals. Jaeipies waters of the Mediterranean spnil their I painting a “Psyche.’’ anil i balmy breath to dwell o\ er all tin* land. | se.f desperately in love with his model,
haps I am too sensitive, i should have realized that all who would climb must find it hal’d, but 1 shrank with all my nature from again having my picture
the subject of tlie.r joke.;.
“Is your picture ready forth*; Salon?'* they would say as they met me in the haiis or on the stairs. And I would answer, “Not yet,” and go aw'ay. Kach ot them had something to send, and they worked hard and hopefully, and I fe t sure that they must all he accepted. for they were well drawn and cleverly conceived. Pierre had a “Vivandiere.” A | • Uy little creature came every day to pose for him. and his work progressed famously. Karl was painting a “Madonna.” though where he got his model none of us could find out. It was a gentle, sorrowful face, the very ideal of the Mater, Dolorosa. and every dav he went out, canvas and all, and returned late at night, sometimes with much work done, sometimes with none at all. Joan and George tried following him one day. but he led them a wild goose chase, and they returned, wears but merry over their failure ami saying it served them
right.
The two brothers were working together over a country scene, one doing the lands ipe and the • itber putting in
Jnmain w as h-clared him
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I had always considered myself a pretty fair artist until I came to Paris, and 1 had dreamed of the time when, freed from the difficulties which beset me in mv native place, I lui^ht attain some fame—might even have a picture in the Salon, that great salon that I had read of with such intense eagerness that I knew by heart the names of those whose pictures year by year hung upon
its walls.
Hut when I came to Paris—ah! thea it was a different matter. All around mo I saw work rejected which would have made the artist f amous down in Arles. And how could I hope to do
better than they?
I had a little room at the top of a house far back on the Hue Breziu, and by degrees 1 came to know—that is, to know by name and to exchange the “good morning” and “good evening” with the other occupants of the house. All of these were artists like myself, striv ing hard all day,but merry fellows, full of jests and laughter, who held high carnival at night after their day’s work
was done.
One day. it was about ff in the afternoon. someone knocked at mv door. I called out to come in. thinking it might be tin 4 concierge or the little girl who helped me keep mv room in order, but neiiher of these did it proveto be, for when the door was opened there stood all five of my fellow-artists with whom 1 was known. Some one I think it was Pi* ire Durand announced that, being unable to work themselves, they had come to look at mine. 1 asked them into my poor little room -they must have thought it a dreary place, but I did not find it so; 1 was never lonely,for 1 had a companion iliere upon the easel, my Lucie. The portrait was nearly finished now, and she looked out at me with the same ilear eyes that had looked into mine when we parted in the garden of the old chateau. Dear Lucie! In they dropped, Pierre Durand, Jacques Jnmain. Karl Holwitz. who was a German, and the two brothers, Jean and George Dubois. They nearly tilled my little room, those lively fellows, with their rapid motions and iofid laughter, and then one and all gathered around the easel, where stood my unfinished canvas, and assuniins; the air of critics, drew aside, the curtain. Then they fell back, as though astonished, with every expression of extravagant admiration and with looks of pretended wonder they regarded it and discussed it among themselves: “What color! What an expression!” “What a heavenly face! What delicacy of touch!” livery word was a sword at my heart, for I could not hear that they should ridicule my Lucie’s picture. As for my work, J did not think much of it. but 1 knew that it was like her sweet face, and 1 hated to hear these frivolous fellows amusing themselves over a likeness. poor though it was, of Lucie. “Who would have thought,” said Pierre Durand, “that we had a great artist iu our midst?” “Imagine,” said Jean Dubois, “having a Raphael in our attic." "Entertaining an angel unawares,” added George. “Surely,” said Pierre, “this is to go to the Salon.” “Amuse yourselves, gentlemen,” said I. though I could not prevent my voice from being husky, and my full heart would send some drops to my eyes. “Amuse yourselves at my poor efforts; but now 1 .Trust ask you to excuse me. for it is tune that i give uiy iessous at the school.” “But truly, Vornot. you will send your picture to the Salon. That heavenly face would bring a great price. If 1 were a millionaire. I would give a few thousands to possess it myself,” said Pierre, with a great laugh. “The picture is not Tor sale, gentlemen,'’ 1 said, ami Uitued nw.t,. Very sore I felt that afternoon, and very tedious and hateful seemed the lessons at the school for demoiselles where I taught three times a week. It waa not much they paid me for their lessons, but it served to keep body and soul logelh*, until I should be better able to cope with the talent around me, could succeed a little, could lay by a little and send for my Lucie to join me. I got through somehow, though the young ladies Mere unu.suallystupid.it seemed to me, and I found that each day some new duty was exacted of me, although my little pay was never increased. However, 1 could not complain. I had thought myself very fortunate indeed to have secured the position, and there were many, many others ready and anxious to take my
place.
As the weeks slipped by my picture grew and grew, each day adding some | charm to it in my fond eyes, some delicate shade to the face or dress, until I at last I could do nothing more, and I with a sigh I aeknowled *ed to myself j that my picture was luisnod, my work
j done.
i Many a time had Pierre and the rest asked as to its progress, but i would not admit them again with their chaff, which hurt me iu spite of myself. Per-
and wo I he mig t be. for she was a beautiful creature, but not s*. fair in my
eyes as mv doveiike Lue e.
H ive I told you how I had painted my Lucie? I painted her jost as 1 had seen ner last. ’.»**■•!.fi. a g”:*a’ tree in the quaint o .l garden, looking after me wi.h liio'.iriiful. wistful evs. while asi she waved me an adieu a snowy pigeoi W hieli I had given her fluttered upoi
ner shoulder -
The cooing of the pigeon, the soft fragrance of the air, and her parting! words, “Dieu to lionise; adieu, mo:: amour,” I had painted into my picture, it seemed to me, for 1 had only to look at it standing there, where the light from the little dormer window fell beat, to see the scene, smell the perfume ol the flowers, and hear the words so deal
to me again.
The time for the Salon was drawinj near, and my frien Is ceased chaffing me about mv picture, for they were toe busy with their own. And then, one by one they were packed up in tlieit wooden cases and sent off. and the owners lounged around with their hands in their poexets and did nothing hut wait. Dill 1 never think of sending my picture? Not I! I couldn't hear the idea that my Lucie might be returned, and what chance would my work have among the thousands of competitors? No! 1 loved my picture, first, because it looked like mv sweet model, and, second, because 1 had worked into it so many of my thoughts and hopes and dreams about her, and because it w:is the child of my brain, the work of mv
hands.
How I longed for the time when I could have her with m >. and bow I chafed at the delay! I had sold several small pictures, but they only helped to make out a living with the pittance from the school. And how I grew to loathe the school, with its simpering school-girls and its fauit-linding mis-
tress!
1 was returning home one evening from giving mv lessons—my work had been unusually irritating and the d i\ M as chill and drear. A cold mist, such as in my sunny South 1 had never known, pierced me to the heart and numbed uiy very soul. But while 1 shivered and buttoned up my coal tight under my chin, my head M as burning with fever, and a blood-red light seemed to burn the mist. “I am ‘'oiug to be ill, I fear,” I said to myself “but this must not be!” I hurried on, stumbling through the blinding mist, and, reaching home at last, climbed my five 11 ights of stairs, which seemed long anil weary, indeed, and shutting myself iu my little room tried to make the cup of coffee which I hoped would make me feel myself again. It was M’eary. weary work. 1 dragged myself around mv room, from fire to table, until at last Mdieu the coffee was made and I had taken a cupful, I undressed myself and went to bed. All that night I tossed from side to side, burning M’ith the fever that raged through my veins and agonized with the certainty that I M-as ill—very ill. Homcould I make money? How could I study or save? If I were ill m Iio would write the letters to my poor Lucie, which every day 1 took to the post office at the corner of St. Sulpice? Alas! How would she know what had befallen me? I might die alone, and far from her I loved, and she never know. I lit a candle and tried to scrawl a few lines to her, but the paper seemed miles aM’ay and my pen danced over the sheet like mad or f*-!!, heavy as Lad by my »!•!•> With a groan 1 gave it up and returned to imbed of misery. In the morning Karl came in before going out, to see about some commission I had promised to do for him. and through a sort of 'naze I heard his exclamation: “llimmel! Du bist sehr krank, mein freund Paul!" Then 1 knew nothing more save at intervals, for weeks. Every now and then I would be conscious of some one being near me, a doctor, or some one of my fellow artists. Now it would be George nr Jean, and again I would dimly see Jacques painting away in one corner with hi-* pretty model, as quiet as a mouse, M’iiiie now and again he would come and lean over me to give me medicine or moisten my burning lips. Karl would come in tOMaivl evening, and I think Pierre was always near me durug (vie long watches ot the night. But of all this I was only dimly conscious, for my body M as racked with pain, my l ead was on tire and my heart ached for my sM-eet Lucie far iuvav. Would never see her again, and was 1 to die without one M’ord and among strangers? No! I could not call them strangers, for they were kind and gentle nurses and loyal friends. One day I heard the doctor say I would get well and was glad at heart, although too weak to feel much joy,ami then for some days 1 thought of nothing, just slept and rested after the long pain. One morning I :nvok>-,, l.e.-kc,! and strengthened, as the dim dawn came stealing in at my window and fell upon the draped easei whole was my Lucie's picture. Suddenly 1 felt a great desire to see again the counterpart of
ner dear face, and, slipping out of bed M’hile poor old Pierre slept m hix chair at my side. I stole across the room and stood before the easel. Beaching out my hand I pushed aside the curtain. My God! The picture M as gone! The bare easel stared me in the face, the light of morning coming in at the Miudow looked upon vacancy. Slowlv and wearily I dragged myself hack to l>ed. 1 huJ not realized how j terrible weak I M as. I had been so intent upon my desire, but now my limbs seemed leaden, and M-hen I tin illv rearhI ed the bed I sank down : ud.draM ing the cover over my head. 1 wept. Yes.M ept. It may seem strange to you that a man should weep, but there at home in my i Southern land our natures are warmer | and our heartstrings more eaxi'y totieh- | ed than here in this cold, practical Paris. I knew what had happened. I had been ill a long time, and where e’se had the money come from to pay the doctor, to buy medicines and the many other tilings uhich sickness requires? My poor frieuds had no more than 1. and so they had -old mv picture to keep me a’lve. I would rather they had iet me dl‘. A long time I lay awake, but at last, overcome by mv weakness. 1 fed asleep. When 1 woke I thought 1 was again delirious, for there at my si lo knelt Lucie, not the picture I face bather own. diar, warm, li\ ing i'.iee. beat over me. And what was that bbic envelope she held in her hand? And why was she crying over it a* sha s ui.e.l through her tear*? “1 am not g dug to die. Lucie.” I said. “Don’t via ; 1 am so g’ad you have come.” * * * * 4* .fi The bine enveloye. they toid me. contain** 1 a notice I oat my picture, the portrait of Lucie, ii id taken the first prize at the Salon was it noi wonder-, ful? And my Lucie’s i. a s m ere tears ! of joy. No; they had not so',', ( , picture at all. Pierre’s had i «*•• * nted and sold, and be l, i ! sp.s.u every centime of his money with ai. that the kheiscould scrape together 1 > pa' m . expenses and send for Lucie lo come. They had found mv 're’'*!,ling scrawl; had looked among m\ p ipers for her address, and had ner fi mv side that all my g end fomiwu ni ght come logoth'r. They hud st >’eu n p ' •.•*. these kiud-huarle I. g • i ■ .■> .,* .».*», »i 1 had sent it. vviii e i lay u 11 nonr, lo hang on the w ids ,| the S i ou The kind j idg’x must lave s • m the lo\ e I worked . . u'e and lov ed it themselves, t *r o.» . I >ee dear Lucie's face and not c. ■ o ’ * * * * * * I am quite w" ! an I k.ippv now. Lucie:-uiy wi: ■. in , i i.l Jacques, G airge. .ie to, mi K <;•. are my ilear friends, a i * L • e - - in it they never menut to rnheu ■ . v work, for ail the word si „ uo.r w :t!i them that l am ’a gloat ai list.” ;."i.s . ,t ■ i Ejst. Carlefon i> I \ ifi h •nr thu' Giddiboy and Ins w ,io had ill frequent qua-re s sin -i ;h • r marriage.’ Mon* tank I don't be :eve i;; they live in one of t:n*-.; mens!* iitt.e llais where there ;s not even room for un argument. — <>/■« i'/u E i /.e. OHIO REPUBLICANS.
IN FRENCH INDIA.
They Choose Asm is. Iluslintill us Their Standard Hearers Zanesville, ()., May 211.—The republican state convention met Tuesday afternoon for the nomination of a full ticket and other business affecting the selection of the successor to Senator Brice and the choice of the party in this state for the republican,nomination for president. Senator Sherman was elected temporary chairman. After thanking the convention for the honor conferred upon him, he delivered a strong anti-free-coinage speech, declaring for a sound national currency. Gen. Asa G. Bu-hnell, of Springfield, was nominated for governor. The resolutions contcratulate the people on the result of hist fall's stale an t congressional elections, assuring a glorious national victory for repuhlicnns in 1896 reaffirm adhen nee to the principles of the party as deltned by the national convention of 1892, chief amonn which are a protective tariff, reciprocity, fair election* and honest money consisting of gold. silver and paper, every dollar as good ns any other dollar. and all bached by the national f ilth and honor: favor bimetallism, and demand the use of both gold and silver as standard money, either In accordance with a ratio to be tlxcdby an International agreement, if that can be obtained, or under such restrictions and such provisions, to be determined by legislation, as will secure the maintenance of the parity of values between the two metals, so that the purchasing and debt-paying power of the dollar, whether of silver, gold or paper, shall be at all times equal; denounce the present democratic administration, "whose vicious and vacillating course his brought us distress at home and humiliation abroad;" denounce its coarse wi:h refereooo to Hawaii, an t its disregard of the Monroe doctrine as 'displayed m the suffering of British troops to laud in Nicaragua, and declare that by these and similar acts our country, second in power and dignity to none, has suffered a loss of respect throughout the world, denounce the free wool provision of the present tariff law as an unjust ulscrlminatior, against an Important industry, and demand such protection for sheep husbandry as will secure fair prices for American wool denounces ihu pension poK,} cf tha pie ent administration induces Gov. McKinleys actions as executive of the state: commend the Nicaraguan canal project: urge the election of Joseph B. For.ker to the United States senate: present the name of William McKinley as Ohio’s onndid lie for the republican nomination for president In 189*;. and deplore the death of .Secretary Gresham
LYNCHED IN ILLINOIS. The Two Assailants of a Young Lady Hanged at Dantdlle. Danville. III., Mav 2.''. — Early Saturday morning a mob which had been in possession of Vermillion county’s jail for several hours succeeded in locating John Hails, Jr., and William Koyee in their cells, took them outside and hanged them for assaulting Miss Laura Barnett. From midnight, when the crowd first made its appearance at the jail doors, until the victims were reached, it was the determined, desperate struggle of a frenzied mob to mete summary justice, battling against heavy oaken doors and iron bars, and occasionally halted by the grim stand of a little band of defenders of law and order under ihe command of Sheriff Thompson. No amount of parleying on his part and no plea from his wife could withstand the mob which had but thg one obiect in view.
A Plrtareaqu* View of the Town Where St. Francis Xnvicr Preached. As the evening falls, the lights shine through the little casements of pearl shells, and the sound of the guitar or violin is borne upon the breeze; the bell of the cathedral tolls for vespers, and the veiled figures of the women can be seen on the shore flocking the sacred edifice. It was here, says the Gentleman's Magazine, that St. Francis Xavier preached; his memory is yet fragrant through the land, and most of the people still are Catholics. 1’resently the moon rises over the Ghats and lights up the distant ruins of the robber fortress, on a lofty and seemingly inaccessible buttress, and throws an everwidening beam of silverupon the silent side of the river. Soon the tide is in repose and free from all sound, save the challenge of the sentinels each hour, or the bark of the wretched dogs that turn over the refuse heaps for bones and fish offal. The friendship of the French governor for the agent rose out of an adventure with u panther which haunted the purlieus of the old monastery on the h ad land which served as a country residence for the former. The brute was the terror of the household and destroyed all the pet animals, but no one was found brave enough to encounter it until the agent undertook to “sit up” near the carcass of the last ‘’kill,” and, with the moon in his favor, give the quietus to the panther with aa express bullet. The governor could never be too grateful, and his pretty brunette daughter, in the white muslin dress and broad straw hat, who hud lost her pet rabbits through the depredations, smiled sweetly and admiringly upon the Englishman. Thereafter he was always a persona grata, and a hero in the small social circle of Selambique; welcomed to the exclusive “at homes” of the wife of the colonel of infantry, and invited to participate in the arrangement of the ceremonials and sports of the annual fete. CANDID CRITICISM.
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It Was a Litllo Hurd on the Work of an I mpressiouist. Impressionism In art is, roughly speaking, the reaction against the use of eaxcessive and careful detail; it consists in representing nature broadly 4 , and as she appears to the poetic eye. Yet such an interpretation of art does not admit of carelessness any more than the microscopieally-faithful method; and when its devotees allow themselves the slightest inaccuracy of line and feeling in thus dashing off broad effects, they are no longer apostles of the true. John Durand says, in his life of A. I!. Durand,, that a distinguished African explorer, M. Mizon, on his return to France, brought with him a young negress, twelve years old, called Sanabon, who became, for a time, a favorite in society. One day she was taken to see the pictures in the Goupil gallery, and her entertainers were naturally desirous of knowing hoiv a perfected art would affect such an utter savage. She was asked to tell what she saw, and answered readily enough, as she came to one canvas after another, that she saw trees, men or animals. Finally she was led up to the canvas of an impressionist on an easel by itself, and interrogated in the same fashion. She hesitated for a long time. Then she walked up to the picture, looked behind it, and retreated again. “What do you see?” urged her companions. “It is a horse,” she returned, hesitatingly. The intention of tl. * artist had been to represent the margin of n pool, where a woman, with a child standing beside her, was washing clothes. ABOUT BLU3HIN3 WOMEN. Some Tew of Them Stilt Exist In Spite of the Cynic** Some time ago a man took it upon himself to assert that the modern woman has forgotten how to blush. This imputation Mas launched at femininity in general with so much bitterness anil asperity that one might gather therefrom that blushing is a virtue, and that not to blush is criminal. Whatever the connection between the su Iden heightening of color and innocence in the case of women, however, the blush is considered a sign of grace by men. Cynics have always maintained that women can cry about anything, and at a moment's notice, and it is indeed pretty well known that many actresses can squeeze out real tears nightly at the proper moment; but blushing is more dilHcrlt t.> Require a- an art Blushes are evidently considered as important by tho generality of men. For instance to call a man "nn unblushing scoundrel” is a distinct slur on his character, and to tell another that you blushed for him used at one time to be a pretty common form of insult. Even now the phrase “we blush to relate" is to bo Sound in our daily newspapers. The poet Young lays it down in his “Night Thoughts” that “the mnu who blushes is not quite a brute.” Dartvin's observations determined tho fact that blushing is confined to the human species. ••Momentum*" for Tmirlstx. As a rule the relic seeker does a great deal of damage to historical sites and places of interest, but it seems that it is sometimes possible to meet his demand without doing any harm. A Washington paper says that recently, as a lady who had been standing before the tomb of the Father of His Country at Mount Vernon turned to go away, she stopped furtively and picked up'a p< 1 ole. She intended to carry it away wul. her. Perhaps the foot of Washington had pressed this very pebble. she started away she saw a workman approach with a wheelbarrow load of gravel, which he proceeded to dump on the very spot. “Did you— have you fixed up this place that way recently?” the lady asked the workman. bless you, miss, answered the man, we have to do this about every tvvo weeks, so’s the tourists can have something to carry away as momentum#!”
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To have perfect health you must pure blood, and the best way to have blood is to take Hood's Barsaparilla. The green pasture comes in sight as soo the heart says, “The Lord is my shephert Age will not be so marked ifyou use Ii ingham's Dye for the Whiskers. The class leader who goss to the theat leading his class in the wrong direction.
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The devil has never b:en able to put a 1 who was all for God in a hard place. Jtr/irf in Sijr Hours. Distressing Kidney and Bladder disc relieved in six hours by the “New G South American Kidney Cure.” This remedy L a k; C2 ac?or*U •* exceeding proujpint n .“. 1* itlitr.iiig pW tiie bladder, kidneys, back and every pa the urinary passage in male or female relieves retention of water and pain in ing it almost immediately. If you q uick relief and cure this is yourr reni ^ dd by Albert Allen, Druggist, Oreenca Comparing ourselves with somebody won’t make our sinning any safer. liudMit*s A m irrr Salve. The Best Salve in the world for < Bruises, Sores, Ulcers, Salt Rheum, sores. Tetter, Chapped Hands, C'hilbl C orns, and all Skin Kruptions. ami pr vely cures Biles, or no pay required, guaranteed to t?ivp perfect satisfactioi money refunded. Price 25 cents per For Sale by Albert Allen. 1J| $Too many people are trying to be Christ^ without the help of Christ.
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