Indianapolis Sentinel, Volume 34, Number 109, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 April 1885 — Page 10

THE INDIANAPOLIS DAILY SENTINEL, SUNDAY MORNING. APRIL 19, 1885

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LOVE OR MONEY; 'i or., A PERILOUS SECRET.

BT CnARI.ES RKADE, Author of 'Tut Yourself la IIU Flw etc, etc, etc CTIAHER IT. AN OLD FEUVANT. Walter Clifford retunied home pretty well weaned from trade, and tnxious to propitiate hisfather,but well aware that on his way to reconciliation lie must paM through probation. He slipped into Clifford I lall at night, 9ji commenced Iiis approaches by gofner to the butler's pantry. Here he was oaf a, and knew it; a faithful old butler of the antique and provincial breed is apt to be more unreasonably paternal than 1'r.tor himself. Next morning this worthy butler, who for several years had been a very good servant, ana for the next seven years rather a bad one, and would now have been a hard master if the Colonel liad not been too great a Tartar to stand it, appeared before his superior with an a!r slightly respectful, slightly aggressive, and very dogged. "There is a young gentleman would bo glad to speak to you, if you will let him." "Who is her asked the Colonel, though by old John's manner he divined. "Can't ye guess?" "Don't know why I should. It is your business to announce my visitors." "Oh, I'll announce him, when I am in a da safe that he will be welcome." "What! isn't he sure of a welcome? fcoorij dutiful son like him?" "Well, sir, he deserves a welcome. Why. he is the returning prodigal." "Vie are not told thatoe deserved a welcome." "What signifies? he got one, and Scripture is the rule of life for men of our ;vge, nmc w .re out of tlie army." "J think you had better let him plead his own cause, John; and if betakes the tone you do, he will get turned out of ihe house pretty quick; as you will somo of tle.se days. Mr. Hark er. "We sha'nx go, neither of us," said Mr. Baker, but with a sudden tone of affectionate respect, which disarmed the words of their true meaning. He added, hanging his head for tl time. Poor young gentleman! a ie first afraid to lace his own fatherr fc What's he afraid of?" asked the Colonel, roughly. "Of you cursing and swearing athim," said John. "Cursing and swearing!" cried the Colonel a thing I never do now. Cursing and swearing, indeed! You bo I" There you go," said old John. "Come, Col-mel, do a father. What has the poor boy done?" "He has deserted a thing I have seen a fellow shot for, and he has left me a prey to parental anxieties." "And so he has me, forthat matter. Hut I forgive him. Anyway, I should like to hear his story before I condemn him. Why, he's only nineteen and four months, come Martinmas. Besides, how do we know? he may have had some verv good reason for going." "tlis age makes that probable, doesn't itr "I dare say it was after some girl, sir." "Call that a good reason?" "I call it a strong one. Haven't you iever found itr (the Colonel was be trayed into winking). Irom sixteen to sixty a woman will draw a man where a horse can't." "Since that is .so," said the Colonel, drvlv. "you can tell him to come to breakfast." "Am I to say that from you?" "No; you can take that much upon yourself. I have known you presume a rood deal more than that, John. "Well, sir," said John, hanging his head for a moment, "old servants are but then" (raising his head proudly) they caro tor their masters, young and old. New servants, sir why. this lot that we've got now, they would not heda tear for you if you was to be hanged.71 "Why should they?" said the Colonel. A man is not hanged for building churches. Come, beat a retreat. I've had enough of you. See there's a good hreakfast." "Oh," said John, "I've took care of that." When the Colonel came down he found his son leaning ajrainst the man-tel-piece; but he left it directly and stood erect, ior me uoionei nau arinea mm with his own hands. "Ugh I said the Colonel, giving a snort pecuGar to himself, but he thought, IIow handsome the dog is!" and was proud of him secretly, only he would not show it. "Good-morning, sir " said the vounc man, with civil respect. "Your most obedient, sir, said the old man, stiffly. After that neither spoke for some time, and the old butler glided about like a cat, helping both of them, especially the young one, to various delicacies from the side table. hen he had stuu ed them pretty well, he retired softly and listened at the door. Neither of the gentlemen was in a hurry to break the ice: each waited for the other. Walter made the first remark "What delicious tea!" "As good as whTe you come from?" Inquired Colonel Clifford, insidiously. JA deal better." said Walter. "By-the-bye," said the Colonel,"where Co vou come iromr Walter mentioned the town. You astonish me," said the ColoneL I made sure you had been enjoying the treasures of the capital." "My purse wouldn't have stood that, Sir. "Very few purses can," said Colonel Clifford. . Then, in an off-hand way. nave you Drought her along with your "Certainly not," said Walter, off his cuard. "Her? Who?" "Why, the girl that decoyed you from your lather's roof." "No girl decoyed me from here, sir, upon my honor. "Whom are we talking about, then? no is neri ' "Her? Why, Lucy Monckton." "And who is Lucy Monckton?" Wh tri crirl T fall 5 Ura Htri on ahe deceived me nicely; but I found her ftUV AAA Ui 4 A I V "And so von came home to snivel?" . "No. air. I didnt: I'm not such a muff.

im too mucn your son to love any wo- j man long when I have learned to de- ,

spise her. I came home to apologize, i and to place myself under your orders, i Ii you win forgive me. and hnd something useful for me to do." So I will, my boy; there's my hand. Now out with it. What did vou go awav for, sine it wasn't a petticoatr W ell, sir, I am afraid I shall offend you. Not a bit of it, after I ve given you mv hand. Come, now, what was ltr Walter pondered and hesitated, but at last hit upon a way tc explain. iMr. said lie. until I was six years old they used to give me peaches from Oddington House; but one fine day the supply stopped, and I uttered a small howl to my nurse. Old John heard me, and told me Oddington was sold, house, garden, estate, and all." (Olonel Clifford snorted. Walter resumed, modestly but firmly: "I was thirteen; 1 used to fish in a brook that ran near Drayton Park. One day I was fishing there, when a brown velveteen chap stopped me, and told me I was trespassing. 'Irespassingr said I. I have fished here all my life; I am Walter Clifford, and this belongs to my father 'Well,1 said the man, 'I've heerd it did belong to Colonel Clifford onst, but nowitbelongstoMusterMills; so vou must fish in your own water, young gentleman, leave ourn to us as owns it.' Till I was eighteen I used to shoot snipes in a rushy bottom near Calverlev Church. One riav a fellow in black velveteen, and gaiters up to his middle, warned me out of that in the name of Muster Cannon." Colonel Clifford, who had been drum ming on the table all this time, looked uneasy, and muttered, with some little air of compunction: "They have pluck ed my leathers ueuceuiy, that s a iact. Hang that fellow Stevens, persuading me to keep race-horses;it's all his fault. v ell, sir, proceed with your observa tions." 4 Well, I inquired who could afford to buy what we were too poor to keep, and I found these wealthy purchasers were all in trade not one of them a gentle man. You might have guessed that," said Colonel Clifford; "it is as much as a gentleman can do to live out of jail nowadays." "Yes, sir," said Walter. "Cotton had bought one of these estates, tallow another, and lucifer-matches the other." riague take them all three! roared the ('olonel. Well, then, sir "said Walter,"! could not help thinking there must be some magic in trade, and I had better go into it. 1 didn t think you would consent to that. I wasn't game to defy you; so I did a meanish tiling, and slipped away into a merchant's office." "And made your fortune in three months?" inquired the Colonel. "No. I didn t; and don t think trade is the thing for me. I saw a deal of avarice and meanness, and a thief of a clerk got his master to suspect me of dishonesty; so I snapped my fingers at them all, and here I am. Uut " said the poor young fellow, "I do wish, father, you would put me into something where I can make a little money, so that when tiiis estate comes to be sold, I may be the purchaser." colonel cnilord started up in grea emotion. "Sell Clifford Hall, where I was born, and you were born, and everybody was bornl Those estates l sold were only outlaying properties." "They were beautiful ones," said Walter. "I never see such peaches now." "As vou did when vou were six vears old," suggested the Colonel. N0, nor vou never will. I've been six myself, Lord knows when it was, though!" ljut, sir. I don't see any such trout, ana no such haunts for snipe." "Do vou mean to insult me: r cried the Colonel, rather suddenly. "This is what we are come to now. Here s a brat of six logins taking notes against his own father; and he improves on the Scotch poet he doesn't print 'em. No, he accumulates them cannily until he is twenty.but never says a word, lie loads his gun up to the muzzle, and waits, as the years roll on, with his linstock m his hand, and one fine day at breakfast he fires his treble charge of grape-shot at his own father. At this moment the steward entered. "Jackson," said the Colonel, in the very same tone he was speaking in, "put up my race-horses to auction by public ad vertisement." "But. sir. Jenny has got to run at Der by, and the brown colt at Nottingham, and the six-year-old gelding at a Handicap at Chester, and the chestnut is en tered for the Syllinger next year. "Sell them with their engagements." "And the trainer, sir r "Give him his warning." "And the jockey V" "Discharge him on the spot, and tike him by the ear out of the premises before he poisons the lot. Keep one of the stable-boys, and let my groom do the rest." "But who is to take them to the place of auction, sir?" "Nobody. I'll have the auction here, and sell them where they stand. Sub mit all your books of account to this young gentleman. The steward looked a little blue, and Walter remonstrated gently. "To me, father?" "Why, you can cipher, can't ye?" "Rather; it is the oest things I do." "And you have been in trade, haven't ye?" "Why. yes." "Then you will detect plenty of swindles, if you find out one in ten. Above all. cut down my expenditure to my in come. A gentleman of the nineteenth century, sharpened by trade, can easily do that. Sell Clifford Hall? I'd rather live on the rabbits and the pigeons and the blackbirds, and the carp in the pond, and drive to church in the wheelbarrow" " so for a time waiter administered his father's estate, and it was very instruc tive. Walter soon cut the expenses and even paid off the one mortgage that encumbered this noble estate at live per cent., only four per cent, of which was really fingered by the mortgagee; the balance went to a go-between, though no go-between was ever wanted, for any solicitor in the country woud have found the money in a week at four per cent. The old gentleman wa3 delighted, and engaged his own son as steward at a liberal a'ary; and so Walter Clifford found employment and a fair income without going away irom nome again. ClIAFTKR V. KARY'S peril. Whilst Mr. B&rtleT's business was im

proving umier nope s management, Hope himself was groaning under his entire separation from his daughter. Bartley promised him this should not be; but among Hope's good qualities was a singular fidelity to his employers, and he was also a mz who never broke his word. So when Bartley showed him that the true parentage of Grace Hope now called Mary Bartley could never be disguised unless her memory of him was interrupted and puzzled before she grew older, and that she as well as the world must be made to believe Bartley was her father, he assented, and it was two years before he ventured to come near his own daughter. But he demanded to see her at a distance, himself unseen, and this was arranged. He provided himself with a powerful binocular of the kind that is now used at sea, instead of theunwieldy old telescope, and the little girl was naraded bv the nurse, w ho was in the

secret. She played about in the sight of this strange spy. She was plump, she was rosv. she was full of life and spirit. Joy filled the father's heart; but then came a bitter pang to think that he had faded out of lier joyous life; by-and-by he could see her no longer, for a mist came Irom his heart to his eyes; he bowed his head and went back to bis business, his prosperity, and his solitude. These experiments were repeated at times. Moreover, Bartley had the tact never to write to him on business without telling him something about his girl, her clever sayings, her pretty ways, her quickness at learning from all her teachers, and so on. When she was eight years old a foreign agent was required in Bartley 's business, and Hope agreed to start this agency and keep it goinjj till some more ordinary person could be intrusted to work it. Hut he refused to leave England with out seeing his daughter with his own ey es and hearing her voice. However, still faithfu' to his pledge, he prepared a disguise; he actually grew a mustache and beard tor this tender motive only, and changed his w lole style of dress; he wore a crimson neck-tie and dark green gloves with a plaid suit, which combination he abhorred as a painter and our respected readers abominate, for surely it was some such perverse combination that made a French dressmaker lift her hands to heaven and say Quelle immoroliter So then Bartley himself took his little girl for a walk. and met Mr. Hope in an appointed spot not far from his own house. Poor Hope saw them coming, and his heart beat high. "Ah!" said Bartlev, feigning surprise; wiiv, us ;ur. nope, now uo you do, Ifope? This is my little girl. Mary, my dear, this is an old friend of mine. Give him your hand." The girl looked in Hope's face, and did not recognize him. Fine girl for her years, isn t slier said Bartley; "healthy and strong, and quick at her lessons: and, what's better still, she is a good gni, a very good girl. l'apar said the child, blushing, and hid her face behind Hartley's elbow, all but one eye, with which she watched the effect of these eulogies upon the strange gentleman. She is all a lather could wish, said üope, tenderly. Instantly the girl started from her I)Osition, and stood wrapt in thought; ler beautiful eves wore a strange look of dreamy intelligence, and both could see she was searching the past lor that voice. Hartley drew back, that the girl might not see him, and held up his finger. Hope gave a slight nod of acquiescence, and spoke no more. Bartley invited him to take an early dinner, and talk business. Before he left he saw his child more than once; indeed, Bartley paraded her accomplishments. She played the piano to Hope; she rode her little Shetland pony for Hope; she danced a minuet with singular grace for so young a girl; she conversed with her f:overness in t rench, or something very ike it, and she worked a little sewingmachine, all to please the strange gentleman; and whatever she was asked to do Fhe did with a winning smile, and without a particle of false modesty, or the real egotism which is at the bottom of false modesty. - Anybody who knew William Hope intimately might almost recognize his daughter m this versatile little mind with its faculty of learning so many dissimilar things. Hope left for the continent with a proud heart, a joyful heart, and a sore neart. She was lovely, she was healthy, she was happy, she was accomplished, but she was nis no longer, not even in name; her love was being gained by a stranger, and there was a barrier of iron, as well as the English Channel,between William Hope and his own Mary Hartley. It would weary the reader were we to detail the small events bearing on the part of the story which took place during the next five years. Hope got a peep atliis daughter now and then. On one of his visits to Bartley the latter complained that he had nothing to his legitimate business at home and abroad could now run alone. He said to Hope "I can sit here and speculate. I want to be something myself; I think I will take a farm just to occupy me and amuse me." "It will not amuse you unless you make money by it," suggested Hope. "And nolndy can do that now-a-days. Farms don't nav." - "Ploughing and sowing don't pay, but brams and money pay wherever louna together." "What, on a farm?" "Why not, sir? You have only to go with the times. Observe the condition of produce; grain too cheap for a farmer because continents can export gram with little loss; fruit dear; meat dear. because cattle cannot be driven and sailed without risk of life and loss of weight; agricultural labor rising, and in winter unproductive, because to farm means to plough and sow, and reap and mow, and lose money. But meet those conditions. Breed cattle, sheep, and horses, and make the farm their feed ing-ground. Give fifty acres to fruit; have a little factory on the land for win ter use, and so utilize all your farm hands, and the village women, who are cheaper laborers than town brats, and I think you will make a little money, besides w hat you make in gratuitous eggs, poultry, fruit, horses to ride, and cart things from the house items which seldom figure in a farmer's books as money, but we stricter accountants know they are." "Ill do it," said Bartley, "if youll be my neighbor, and work it with me, and watch the share market at home and abroad." Hope acquiesced joyfully, to be near his daughter; and they found a farm in

aussex, with runs ior the sheep, short grass for colts, plenty of water, enough arable land and artificial grasses for their purpose, and a grand sunny slopo for their fruit trees, fruit bushes, and strawberries, with which last alone they paid the rent. Hope lived by himself, but not far from hi3 child, and often, when she went abroad, his loving eyes watched her every movement through his binocular, which might be described as an opera-class ten inches long, with a small field, but telescopic power. Grace Hope, whom we will now call Mary Bartley, since everylody but her father, who generally avoided name, called ner so. was a well-grown girl of thirteen, healthy, happy, beautiful, and accomplished. She was the germ of a woman, and could detect who loved her. She saw in Hope an affection she thought extraordinary, but instinct told her that it was not like a young man's love, and she accepted it with complacency, and returned it quietly, with now and then a gush, for she could gush, ami why not? "Far from us and from ourfriends

be the frigid philosophy" of a girl who can't gush. Hope himself was loyal and guarded, and kept his affection wit 1 1 in boundsnnd a sore struggle it was. lie never allowed himself to kiss her, though he was sore tempted one day, when he bought her a oream-colored pony, and she flung her arms round his neck before Mr. Hartley and kissed him eagerly; but ho was so" bashful that the girl laughed at him, and said, half pertly, "Kxcuse the liberty, but if you will be such a duck, why; vou must take the consequences." Said Bartlev, pompously, "You must not expect nfiddle-aged men to be as demonstrative as very young ladies; but he has as miich real affection for you as you have for him." "Then he has a good deal, papa," said she, sweetlv. Both the men were silent, and Mary looked to one and the other, and seemed a little puzzled. One morning Mary Bartley and her governess walked to a neighboringtown and enjoyed the sacred delight of shopping. They came back by a short-cut, which made it necessary to cross a certain brook, or rivulet, called the Lyn. This was a rapid stream, and in places pretty deep; but in one particular part it was shallow, and crossed by large stepping-stones, two-thirds of" which were generally above water. The village girls, including Mary Bartley, used all to trip over these stones, and think nothing of it, though the brook went past at a fine rate, and gradually widened as it flowed, till it reached a downright fall; after that, running no longer down a decline, it became rather a languid stream. Mary and her governess came to this ford and found it swollen by recent rains, and foaming and curling round the stepping-stones, and their tops only were out ot the water now. The governess at once objected to pass this current. "Well, but," said Mary, "the other way is a mile round, and papa expects us to be punctual at meals, and I am, oh, so hungry! Dear Miss Everett, I have crossed it a hundred times." "But the water is so deep." "It is deeper than usual; but see, it is only up to my knee. I could cross it without the stones. You go round, dear, and I'll explain against you come home." "Not until I've seen you safe over." "That vou will soon see," said the girl, and, fearing a more authoritative inter ference, she gathered up her skirts and planted one dainty foot onthe first step-ping-stone, another on the next, and so on to the fourth; and if she had been a boy she would have cleared them all. But holding her skirts instead of keeping her arms to balance herself, and wearing idiotic shoes, her heels slipped on the fifth stone, which was rather slimy, and she fell into the middle of the current with a little scream. To her amazement she found that the stream, though shallow, carried her off her feet, and though she recovered them, she could not keep them. but was alternately up and down, and driven along, all the time floundering. Oh, then she screamed with terror, and the poor governess ran screaming too. and making idle clutches from the bank,but powerless to aid. Then, as the current deepened, the poor girl lost her feet altogether, and was carried on toward the deep water, flinging her arms high and screaming, but powerless. At first she was buoyed up by her clothes, and particularly by a Setticoat of some material that did not rink water. Hut as hr other clothes became soaked and heavy, she sank to her chin, and death stared her in the face. She lost hope, and being no common spirit, she gained resignation; she left screaming, and said to Everett, "Pray for me." Hut the next moment hope revived, and fear with it this is a law of nature for a man, bareheaded and his hair flying, came galloping on a barebacked pöny, shouting and screaming with terror louder than both the women. He urged the pony furiously to the stream; then the beast planted his feet together, and with the impuhe thus given Hope threw himself over the pony's head into the water, and had his arm round his child in a moment. He lashed out with the other hand across the stream. But it was so powerful now as it neared the lasher that they made far more way onward to destruction than they did across the stream; still they did near the bank a little. But the lasher roared nearer and nearer, and the stream pulled them to it with iron force. Thev were close to it now. Then a willow bough gave them one chance. Hope grasped it,and pulled with iron strength. From the clutched the stem of the tree, just as his feet were lifted up by the rushing water, and both lives hung upon that willow-tree. The girl was on his left arm, and his right arm round the willow. "Grace," said he, feigning calmness "Put your arm around my neck, Mary. "Yes. dear " said she, firmly. "Now don't hurry yourself tJure's no danger; move slowly across me, and hold mv right arm very tight. She did so. "Now take hold of the bank with your left hand; but don't let go of me." "Yes. dear," said the little heroine, whose fear was gone now she had Hope to take care of her. Then Hope clutched the tree with his left hand, pushed Mary on shore with his right, and very soon had her in his arms on terra nrma. But now came a change that confounded Mary Hartley, to whom a man ; was a Tery superior being; only not al ways mvcaiKiULio. - .

The brave man ien to snaKing like an aspen leaf; the strong man to sobbing and gasping, and kissing the girl wildly. "Oh. my child! my child!" Then Mary, of course, must gulp and cry a little for sympathy; but her quickchanging spirit soon shook it off, and she patted his cheek and kissed him, and then began to comfort him, if you please. "Good, dear, kind Mr. Hope," said she. "La! don't go on like that. You were so brave in the water, and now the danger is over. I've had a due king, that is all. Ha! ha! ha!" and the little wretch began to laugh. "Oh. mv child," said he, "how can you laughr Vou have been near eternity, and if vou had been lost, what should I Oh God!" Mary turned very grave. 44 Yes," said she. "I have been near eternity. It would not have mattered to you you are such a good man but I should have caught it for disobedience. Hut, dear Mr. Hope, let me tell you that the moment you put your arm round me I felt just as safe in the water as on dry land; so you see I have had longer to get over it than you h.ve; that accounts for my laughing. No, it doesn't; I'm a giddy, giggling girl, with no depth of diameter, and not worthy of all this affection. Why does everybody love me? They ou glit to be ashamed of themselves." Hope told her she was a little angel, and everybody was right to love her; indeed, they deserved to be hanged if thev did not, Mary fixed on the word angel. "If I was an angel," she said, "I shouldn't be hungry, and I am, awfully. Oh please come home; papa is so punctual. Mr. Hope, are you going to tell papa? Because if you are, just you take me and throw me in again. I'd rather be drowned than scolded." (This with a defiant attitude and flashing eyes.) "No, no," said Hope; "I will not tell him, to vex him, and get you scolded." "Then let us run home." She took his hand, and he ran with her like a playmate, and oh! the father's heart leaped and glowed at this sweet companionship after danger and terror. When they got near the house Mary Bartley began to walk and think. She had a very thinking countenance at times, and Hope watched her, and wondered what were her thoughts. She was very grave, so probably she was flunking how very near she had been to the other world. Standing on the door-step, whilst he stood on the gravel, she let him know her thoughts. All her life, and even at this tender age. she had very searching eyes; they were gray now, though they had been blue. She put her hands to her waist, and she bent those searching eyes on William Hope. "Mr. Hope," said she, in a resolute sort of way. "My dear," said he, eagerly. " Vou love me better than papa does that's all" And having administered this information as a dry fact that might be worth looking into at leisure, she passed

thoughtfully into the house. To he Continued. Flattery Does no Gooa, Catherine II. of Russia wrote to Baron Grimm to be sparing in his flattery. "Praise." she declared, "has never done me any good. But whenever people have spoken ill of me, then, with a noble assurance, I have sometimes said to myself: 'I will be revenged upon them: 1 will enow them what ihirs they are. " Äeady 91ade House. "Heady made houses" are bought in Chicago and sent to Dakota. In many parts of Dakota it is impossible to buy umber, and often v.hen lumber can be obtained the services cf a carpenter are hard to secure. A ready-made bouse can be shipped to its destination and erected by any man of ordinary ingenuity. It caves all bother of running around the country after buildiDg material and men to put it together. A Matter of Policy. New York Telegram. A beautiful and bashful young woman of nineteen summers called recently at the office of a life insurance agent, and asked him timidly if he could tell her how long people of a certain age would live. "Madam," replied the agent, coughiDg respectfully behind a prospectus, and drawing his chair near to her, "here are our tables of expectation and average mortality, which contain all the infor mation upon the eubject that you can desire." "Well," said ehe, "how long will a man of 67, and that eats peas with hi? knife live?" "According to our table, madam," redied the agent, "he should on the aver age, survive eleven years, three months and sixteen days." "That," said the vi-itor, "would be till the 2M of April, 1S9G?" "Precisely, mdam, on the average expectation of mortality, for we must all die, and it is therefore well to insure against loss to the loved ones in a company whose character ' "And how much could I insure his life for?" "Ob, for any amount say for $10,000!" he answered, taking up a blank form of application. "Let me recommend the unexpected advantages offered by our non-forfeitable endowment policy." "WTell," said the lady, "I think, theD, I'll marry him." "Insure him, you mean?" corrected the agent. "No, marry him; you insure him. You see." she added with a burst of confidence, "I love Herbert, and Mr. Dawkins is old enough to be my grandfather. But Herbert is poor, and I just worship the corner lots that Mr. Dawkins builds on. And Herbert is very patient, and says that if I will only fix a day, no matter how long he may have to wait, he will be happy. Now you say Mr. Dawkins will die by the 21st of April, 1896; and m it wouldn't be decent to marry again till I've been a year in mourning, V arrange to marry Herbert on the 22d of Am-il. 1897. and if Mr. Dawkins doesn't die br then you'll eive me $10. 000. Ob, thsnk you!" and with a deep bow the swept out of the omce. - -

Johann Hoff

f GEHOIRE ft IMPORTED TUDI 1L4JLX. Malt Extrac Established In 1847 by JOHANN HOFF. KoTsJPnaslan Counsellor, KniKht of the Order to the Crown, owner of the Imperial AastrUn Gold Crow of Merll with the Crown, and owner of the IIohenolni MedftJ of Ment, PurTeyor of almost all Horereipis ri Europe Inventor aDd first manufacturer of the Malt Extract and puosemorof 58 PklZE MED A LS from Kxhibitioa and be'entific Societlte. TCe GENUINE Inserted HcFi Halt bear, ca tU FACE OF EVERY BOTTLE the 81GN ATURE of p Kl H w o (4 O Q H tri -3 i W CQ ü CQ The only Genuine JOHANN H0FF2 MALT EXTRACT is the BEST HEALTH BEVERAGE TON TO AND NUTRITIVE krowa. The Qentiza CONTAINS ONE-THIRD MORE to tbe bottle tbur the imitation AND 13 SUPERIOR IN QUALITY. THE GREAT TONIC Philadelphia, Augurt 9, 1S83. Mr. Eisnkr: Dear Sir: Having had occasion to gl re the preparations of Malt now in the market an ex tenure aa prolonged trial. I hare at last idefiniiely settled ors Johann FIofTa Genuine Imported, M. Eiazer, eoitagent, as being the best and most reliable and xneetinr; the indications in the largest majority of cam. It hualways giren me entire satisfaction. Respectfully youra, ALBERT L. A. TOEOLDT, M. D, LonsviLLK, KT., April 27, 18S4. Eisner A Mkndklson : Dear Sirs: I am using your "Huff's Malt Extract" in my practice and am pleased with results. Thank for cixculars, etc. Very respectfully, J. A. LAKSABEE. M. D. German Hospital, rmi.ADii.PEiA. To MORITZ EISNER, q., Sole Agent U Johann H ill's Malt Extract for the U. H. ol A., KOEao Street, Philadelphia. Ijf.a ft Sir : Please send one doaen of lohann HoffV Malt Extract to the above hospital. I am vary mucb pissed with it and my patients could cot do without It. E. RAAB, M. P,t Resident Physician o! the German HoKitA.1. Philadelphia. "3?3E5EjED To M. Eiskr, Eaq., Ageni for Johann HofTs Gesulat Malt Extract, 3A Rar Htreet, Philadelphia. Dear Sis: Dr. E. Wilson reornumeuaed Johann HofTa Malt Extract a the bttt and only kind Jor oc pyrpote. With kind regards, I am yours truly, CHARLES S. TURNBULL, M. D.. Assistant Professor JeflVnon Medical College Philadelphia. Mr. M. Eishkx: I hare used the Johann Hoff Malt Extract sent me with Tery good efiect. WILLIAM PEPPER, M. P., Dean f the UniTersity of PemuylTaaia, Weak and Debilitated Garrison Hospital, Vienna, Aoatria. Johann HoflTs Malt Extract has been largely nand is the aboT hospital, and we cheerfully indoiee III use to the medical profession for gtner&l debility and convalescence, fur which It baa prored to be a moat estimable remedy. (Signed) Dr. LOEFF. Chief Phynleian of II. M. the Emperor's Gatt. Hör,. Dr. PQblAö, House Physician, FOR NURSING MOTHERS Johann HofTs Genulre Malt Extract has .been chemically invt-Btigated iu the laboratory of Prof, rca Kletzinoky, and has been louna to contain only article which are of great benefit in caoea of Imperfect digestions and bad nutrition, also afiction I the che, for conTaleacence and general debility. Prof. 1r. GRANICHSTETTER, UniTersity of Vienna, A nitric Children I Imve brought nnit against MesNrs. TAltllAXT & CO., Tor bottling mid gelling another preparation upon the reputa tion or my Genuine Malt Rxtrac. for which I have received SB Medal front Exhibition, Me diuUHoeicties, etc., etc BEWARE of IMITATIONS! None renoiDe without rtesatore e "J0HAN5 H0FP" and " K0R1TZ ElaNEB," ca the uec e' eyirr bottle. JOHANN HOFF, Berlin, GerxuT. Beware of Imitations I None Genuine unless haring the Eigsaivt ca the Neck ol Erery Bottle of Sole A ?ent for United States and Oas&da. BISHER MElDELSON Sole Agents for United States, 318 & 320 RACE STREET, PHILADELPHIA, PA. U.S.A.

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