People's Pilot, Volume 3, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 December 1893 — Page 3

THE BLESSED HRISTMAS TREE.

" ry IFAIR may fall the V Y. 18 springtime, vrtth £ M banners all •y si f 1§ E ablow ! * V_# With blossom on the branch and w.th daisy on the lea: Tae hawthorn bush above and the primrose fair below, But the fairest bloom of all is the bonny Christmas tree. Pair the hillside orchards with apple blossoms sweet That fail m snows of promise, while young birds sin." in glee; O-ad the shining meadows where little lambs do bleat, But the gladdest stem that groweth is the merry Christmas tree For its golden root of love uplifts to human ken The stately trunk of charity, that riseth bravo and free; With fruit of holy deeds done by One who died for men, And the cross of Christ doth bourgeon In the happy Chrismas tree; With fruit of holy deeds, that whoso eats shall know That Joy divine ot helpfulness that causeth grief to floe: The radiance loaned from Heaven to the dreary land below, That sparkles in the leaves of the precious Christmas tree. Nor where its branches rise, the blight of earth shall pass Like dark before the dawning, till every man may see Life’s hidden virtues shining as violets in the grass, Mado fragrant by the shadow of tho holy Christmas tree. And springtime of the soul at its coming draweth near, Wilh hope and peace and melody, with all delights that be— O shout, ye little cliildron, and carol loud and clear, Jr For tho dearest gift the #ear doth bring, the blessed Ohrstmas tree! —Mary E. Bluko, In N. Y. Independent

HIS CHRISTMAS WISH.

’Twu7. ’tarrial strange, you’ll all allow. An’ credit me. It wa’n’t no meauness—that I swow—nur jealousy; But every time thet C’rismus come thet odd 2 wuz I wisli’t UP y’uitguns’d think I knew ol’ Sandy Cluz. I alius pot right nervous-like th’ day afore, An’mebbe showed it w’en we gander’d round th’ store A-buyiu’ nuts an’ candy an’ ctset’yruz T’ make th’ y’unguns think still moro o’ Sandy Cluz. An’ w’en we’d stirred th’ y’unguns' stumps upstairs t’ bod An’ crammed their stockln’s full o’ stuff, an’ stood th’ sled Bight in th’ chfinbly corner, I toll you I wuz Je»’ wishiu’ they' suspeu I knew oi' Sandy Cluz. Moa’ y’unguns like their pop and mammy both right well, An’ C’rismus mornin’ how they hug an’ laugh an’ yell An’ kiss you w’ile they make you taste o' things. Bat cluz Them love fer you seem like their love for Sandy Cluz? —J. A. Waldron, In Judge.

A LEGEND OF THE CHRIST CHILD

f . WANT to tell )ji you to-night a <| story which jfi" has been told J, to little chilljt| dren in Germ many for many , hundreds of long time ago, on the night before Christmas, a little child was wandering all alone through the streets of a great city. There were many people on the street, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts, and even gray-haired grandfathers and grandmothers, all of whom were hurrying home with bundles of preaents for each other and their little ones. Fine carriages rolled by, express wagons rattled past, even old carts were pressed into service, and all things seemed in a hurry, and glad with expectation of the coming Christmas morning. From some of the windows bright lights were already beginning to stream until it was almost as light as day. But the little child seemed to have no home and wandered about listlessly from street to street No one seemed to notice him, except perhaps Jack Frost, who bit his bare toes and made the ends of his fingers tingle. The north wind, too, seemed to notice the child, for it blew against him and pierced his ragged garments through and through, causing him to shiver with cold. Home after home he passed, looking with longing eyes through the windows, in upon the glad, happy children, most of whom were helping to trim the Christmas trees for the coming morrow. “Surely ” said the child to himself, “where there is so much gladness and happiness, some of it may be for me." So with timid steps he approached a large and handsome house Through the windows he could see a tall and stately Christmas tree already lighted, •lany presents hung upon it. Its green boughs were trimmed with gold and silver ornaments. Slowly he climbed op the broad steps and gently rapped at the door. It was opened by a tall and stately footman, who had on white gloves and shiny shoes and a large white cravat He looked at the little child for a moment, then sadly shook his herd and said: “Go down off the •tap* J hero is no room for such a*

yon here." He looked sorry as he spoke; possibly he remembered his own little ones at home and was glad that they were not out in this cold and bitter night. Through the open door a bright light shone, and the warm air, filled with the fragrance of the Christmas pine, rushed out through the door and seemed to greet the little wanderer with a kiss. As tho child turned btvek into the cold and oarkness, he wondered why the footman had spoken so, for surely, thought he, those little children would love to have another companion join them in their joyous Christmas festival. But the little children inside did not even know that he had knocked at the door. The street seemed colder and darker to the child than before, and he went sadly forward, saying to himself: “Is there no one in all this great city who will share this Christmas with me?” Farther and farther down the street he went, to where the homes were not so large and beautiful. There seemed’to be little children inside of nearly all the houses. They were dancing and frolicking about There were Christmas trees in nearly every window, with beautiful dolls and trumpets and picture books,

IN SILENT WONDER THEY GAZED AT THE CHILD.

and balls, and tops, and other nice toys hung upon them. In one window the child noticed a little lamb made of soft white wool. Around its neck was tied a red ribbon. It had evidently been hung on the tree for one of the children. The little wanderer stopped before this window and looked long and earnestly at the beautiful things inside, but most of all was he drawn towards this white lamb. At last, creeping up to the window pane, he gcDtiy tapped upon it. A little girl came to the window and looked out into the dark street where the snow had begun to fall. She saw the child, but only frowned and shook her head and said: “Go away and come some other time. We are too busy to tako care of you now.” Back into the cold, dark street he turned again. The wind was whirling past him and seemed to say: “Llurry on, hurry on, we have no time to stop. ’Tis Christinas Eve and everybody is in a hurry to-night. ” Again and again the little child rapped softly at door or window pane. At each place he was refused admission. One mother feared he might have Some ugly disease which her darlings would catch; another father said he had only enough for his own children, and none to spare for beggar brats. Still another told him to go home where he belonged, and not to trouble other folks. The hours passed; later grew the night, and colder grew the wind, and darker seemed the street. Farther and farther the little one wandered. There was scarcely anyone left upon the Btreet by this time, and the few who remained did not seem to see the child, when suddenly ahead of him there appeared a bright, single ray of light It shone through the darkness into the child’s eyes. Ho looked up smiling and said: “I will go where the light beckons; perhaps they will share their Christmas with me.”

Hurrying past all the other houses he soon reached the end of the street and went straight up to the window from which the light was streaming. It was a poor, little, low house, but the child cared not for that. The light seemed still to call him in. What do you suppose the light came from? Nothing but a tallow candle which had been placed in an old cup with a broken handle, in the window, as a glad token of Christmas Eve. There was neither curtain nor shade to the little square window, and as the little child looked in he saw standing upon a small wooden table a branch of a Christmas tree. The room was plainly furnished, but was very clean. Near the fireplace Bat a lovely-faced mother with a little two-year-old on her knee and an older child beside her. The two children were looking into their mother’s face and listening to a story. She must have been telling them a Christmas story, I think. A few bright coals were burning in the fireplace, and all seemed light and warm within. The little wanderer crept closer and closer to the window pane. So sweet seemed the mother’s face, so loving seemed the little children, that at last he took courage and tapped gently, very gently, on the door. The mother stopped talking, the little children looked up. “What was mother?” asked the little girl at her side. “I think it was some one tapping on the door," replied the mother. “Run as quickly as you can and open it, dear, for it is a bitter cold night to keep anyone waiting in thia storm." “Oh, moth-

er, I think it was the bough of the tree tapping against the window-pane," said the little girL “Do please go on with our story.” Again the little wanderer tapped upon the door. “My child, my child,” exclaimed the mother, rising, “that certainly was a rap on the door. Bun quickly and open it. No one must be left out in the cold on our beautiful Christmas Eva” The child ran to the door and threw it wide open. The mother saw the ragged stranger standing without, cold and shivering, with bare head and almost bare feet She held out both hands and drew him into the warm, bright room. “Oh, you poor, dear child, come in as quickly as you can and gfet warm! Where did you come from and where are you going? Have you no home? Have yon no mamma? Have you no Christmas to celebrate?” The mother put her arms around the strange child, and drew him close to her breach “He is very cold, my ehildren,” said she. “We must warm him and feed hit*. and give him some clothes.” “And,” added the little girl, “we mu3t love him and give some of our Christ* mas, too.” "Yes,” said the mother “but first let us warm him.”

So she sat down beside tho fire with the child on her lap, and her own two little ones warmed his half-frozen hands in their own, and the mother smoothed liis tangled curls, and bending low over his head kissed tho child’s face. She gathered the three little ones together in her arms and the candle and the firelight shone over them, and for a Jew moments tho room was very still. Then the mother whispered to the little girl, and the child ran quickly into the next room and soon returned with a roll of bread and a bowl of milk which h d been set aside for her own breakfast the next morning. The little two-year-old, who had slipped away from his mother’s side, was happy that lie, too, could help the little stranger by bringing the wooden spoon from the table. By and by tho little girl said softly to her mother: “May we not light the Christmas tree, and let this little child see how beautiful it will look?” “Yes,” 'said the mother. With that she seated the child on a low stool beside the fire and went herself to fetch the few simple ornaments which from year to year she had saved for her children’s Christmas tree. They were soon busy preparing the tree and lighting the candles. So busy were they that they did not notice that the room had filled with a strange and beautiful light They turned and looked at the spot where the little wanderer sat His ragged clothes had changed to garments white and beautiful. His tangled curls seemed like a> halo of golden light about his head, but most beautiful of all was his face, whiah shone with a light so dazzling that they could scarcely look upon it In silent wonder they gazed at the child. Their little room seemed to grow larger, the roof of their low house seemed to expand and rise, until it reached the sky. With a sweet and gentle smile the beautiful child looked upon them for a moment and then slowly rose and floated through the air, above the tree-tops, beyond the church-spire, higher even than tho clouds themselves, until he appeared to them to be a shining star in the sky above, and at last disappeared from sight. The wondering children turned in hushed awe to their mother and then said in a whisper: “Oh, mother, it was the Christ Child, was it not?” And the mother said in a low tone: “ Y©s*HW— --w And so, they say, each Christmas Eve the little Christ Child wanders through some town or village, and those who receive Him and take Him into their homes and hearts have given to them this marvelous vision which is denied to others.—Adapted from the German by Elizabeth Harmon for Chicago Standard.

Then He Spoke.

“We went skating on Christmas day. I tried hard to get him to propose; but there we sat, and though he saw I knew what he was thinking of he just remained silent until I hit 'ipon ap idea.” “What was it?” “I dug my skates with some force into the slippery surface and asked him to notice how easy it was to break the ice.”—Judge. —“I will think of yon while I’m away,” he said, tenderly. “Absence, you know, makes the heart grow fonder.” “Yes,” Bhe whispered shyly; “but about this time, not so much so as preaents.”—Baltimore American.

A choice contribution to literature and art has been provided for this holiday season by Messrs. A. C. McClurg & Co., of Ch’cago, in a volume of poems by lvate Haworth Holmes, illustrated by her sister Helen E. Stevenson, entitled “Pictures From Nature and Life.” In fhese poems reminiscence and romance mingle os delightfully os rays of sunshino in summer days. The vuriety of tho poems gives scope for pathos and the lighter and more defioato touches of sentiment; and are daintily supplemented by the exquisite lettering, and fairy-lute illustrations; they are as unique as they are fitting and beautiful, and are from the camera and brush of a rarely gifted artist. The work is printed on thick satiny paper creamy white, well adapted to the deliciously soft and charming reproductions. The publishers have executed a master 6troko in presenting to the people so rare a work at about one third tho price nsually charged for books of such merit. Frank B. Carpenter, who painted the great picture of “TtlK EMANCIPATION PROCLAMATION," and the no loss celebrated one of “the first Court of arbitration," sow hanging in Windsor’ Palace, and uutkor of Bix Months at the White. House, writing of the work says: “It is one of the most exquisite books I have ever seen. It is not too high praise to say that the poems are worthy of tho illustrations and the illustrations aro worthy of tho poems, and the publisher's work is worthy of both.” Mrs. Mary A. Livermore writes: “1 think tho bo elk the prettiest and most artistic of the coming holiday season. There is much to stimulate the imagination connected with it. It is the work of two lovely, refined and cultured women; two sisters with the common blessed experience of daughters, wives and mothers, who havo found in daily life a fund of romance, and beanty, which they celebrate in song and pictured sketch. Deileate in conception, dainty in execution, tho mechanical skill of' the pretty book matches it exquisitely, tho tout ensemble making a most appropriate and acceptable gift." From the pea of Mr. F. G. Wheeler wo quote: "Charming poems, exquisitely set in quaint lines. Tho author is to bo congratulated on tho artistic cooperation so fittingly obtained.” Chicago Herald—“A lovely book, exquisitely illustrated.” Inter Ocean—“ The text Is pleasing and musical, and the illustrations 60 striking as to tell the story almosl without written woi'ds. The poems aro sentimental, and marked for graceful expression, pure thoughts, tender homo love, and for their general literary ex ellence. The handsome volume can be marked as among the beautiful gift books for the holidays.”

16 World’s Fair Photos for One Dime.

Tho Chicago, Milwaukee & St Paul Railway has made an arrangement with a first-class publishing house to furnish a series of beautiful World’s Fair pictufcs, of a large size, at the nominal cost to the purchaser of only ten cents for a portfolio of sixteen illustrations. Nothing so handsome in rgleranjo to the World’s Fair has before boon published. Tho series would bo worth at least twelve dollars i f tho pictures were not published in such large quantities, and wo aro therefore ablo to furnish those works of art £pr only ton cents. Remit your money to George H. Heaproui), Goueral Passenger Agent, Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul Railway, at Chicago, 111., and the pictures will bo sent promptly to any specified address. Thoy will make a handsomo holiday gift.

Only Ono Night Out to Florida.

Tho morning train via tho Monon Route leaving Dearborn Station, Chicago, at B:2S a. m. connects at Cincinnati with the Through Vostibuled Train of the Queen and Crescent Route leavin gat 7:0.) p. m., reaching Jacksonville at lUfiiO p. in. tho following day. Tho service of this popular line is unsurpassed by any lino to tho south. For rates, time tables, etc., address City Ticket Office, 2d:J Clark Bt., Chicago, or Frank J. Reed, G. P. Agt., Monon Block, Chicago. Tee London museum contains the first envelope ever mado. It was probably found in some man’s pocket addressed in his wife’s hand.

Lay Hold on Health

Rapidly being sapped by waning strength and disturbed sleep! llovv? By that agreeable and wholesome expedient, a course of Hostettor's Stomach Bitters, whi< his constantly justifying the faith reposed in it by the invalid world. No fear of it disappointing you. No ono troubled with a malarial disorder, dyspepsia, liver complaint, inactivity of tho kidneys or bowels should neglect it. Flora—“Do you know that a tree gets a new ring every year?” Prunella—“Every year? Why, I get ono every few weeks.”— Kate Field’s Washington.

High Five or euchre Parties

should send at once to John Bobaslian, G. T. A., O. R. I. & P. It R , Chicago, ten cents. In stamps, per pack fur the filickast cards you over shuffled. For f 1 00 you will receive free by express ton packs. Mrs. Chatter— “Do you believe that cures can bo effected by the laying on of lianas?” Mrs. Clatter—“ Most certainly. 1 cured my boy of smoking in that way.’’— Brooklyn Lifo. —■■ ■ • Tub Western Trail is published quarterly by the Cuioago, Rook Island &; Pacific Railway. It tells how to get a .farm in the West., oud it will ba sent to you gratis for one year. Send name imd address to “Editor Wostern Trail, Chicago.” and receive it one year free. John Skiiastian. G. P. A.

“Black Crook” at McVicker's.

" A show which tn tho glare of its magnificence has never been surpassed in u Chicago theater.”—Tribune. It is a little singular that the person born with a silver spoon in his mouth seldom makes a stir in the world.—Boston Gazette.

Dr. Hoxsie’s Certain Croup Cure

Sent postpaid with beautiful souvenir spoon. Bend 50c to A. P. Hoxsie, Buffalo, N. Y. It is probably when he “blows it in” that a man iiiags lus money to tho winds.—Boston Transcript. Tnn Grip of Pneumonia may be warded off with Halo’s Honey of Horehound and Tar. Pike’s Toothache Drops Care in one minute Thinks before he speaks— The man who stutters.

Pierce & Cure. Kewer, If. C. Dr. It. V. Pierce: Itoar Sir—when about three years old l was taken with mumps, also bad fever, finally I had that dreaded disease Scrofula. The most eminent physicians in this section treated me .swin » to no avail. I had running scrofulous sores on wfikV left side of nock and face. pf. XB* I was small and weakly jJSM when eight or nine years jSmt IF! old, aud in fact was "M nearly a skeleton. Six rs bottles of I)r. Pierce’s J Golden Medical Discov- > I cry wrought marvelous WT changes. Although the sores were healed In eight \ months, I did not quit ' iT' taking it until I was sure®Fwv ,, *7 / s* it had been entirely rout- r pi / ' ed from my system. The _ „ _ only signs left of the “• ® Holliman. dreadful disease are the scars which ever remind me of how near death’s door I was until rescued by the "Discovery.’' I am now eighteen years old and weigh 148 pounds; and have not been siok In five years. Yours respectfully, HARVEY M. HOLLEMAN, Agt. for Seaboard Air Line. DROPSY nemneed hopeless. Prom first dose symptoms rapidly disappear, end in ten day* at least two-thirds of allsymptom* are HOOK of testimonials »f miraculous cures sent FREE* Smmmßßaßßtess

A Child Enjoys

The pleasant flavor, gentle action and soothing effect of Byrup of Figs, when in need of a laxative, and if the father or mother be costive or bilious, the most gratifying results follow its use; so that itis toe bests amily remedy known and every family should have a bottle. Hi (tenderly)—“Do yon think you could ever learn to love met” She (confidently)— “O, yes. Why, I learned to love Tom Barry, who was here last week, in two days.”— Spare Moments. Can a hungry untn mako a «juaro meal off a round steak (

THE MARKETS.

NEW York. Dec. 3U LJVK STOCK—OuIu »3 »» 5 IN Saevp 200 & 4 12)4 H«»V'S 5 tSO (U* <5 OJ PLOUK —City Mill Patents.... 4~> ijl 4 it) Mrutu-soUr I’an-nts It 7* y( (W WHBAT- -No 2 IteU. 07 Ungraded Kod <*> .% 07 CORN -No. 2 441414 44^ Ungraded Mixed «•»!*» OATS —Track Mixed Western. St nc, 35 RYE Western 61 (it 47 PORK—Mess. New 13,5 (ijl4 st> BAUD-Western 8 to <(4 8 14 IJUTTKK Wes tern Creamery - > © 38(4 Western Dairy 18 4ft 33 CHICAGO. HEKVE.S—Shipping Steers ... {3 03 oft 5 ff) Cows I 15 t<# 3 00 Stockers 3 3) 4ft 3 fit) Feeders 300 4# 3 fid Butchers’ Steers 3 IK) <<i 3 40 Bulls 1 00 @ 3SO HOGS 4 80 © 5 .Ti SHEEP I 34 © 3 7ft BUTTER—Creamery 33 <q» 37V4 Dairy 18 © 34 EG GS— Fresh 31 4ft 32 BROOM CORN— Western (|>er ton) 35 00 ©64 00 Western Dwarf CO 00 074 Ik) Illinois, Good to choke .... 55 (H) ©7O 0) POTATOES (per bu.) <4 «. 58 PORK-Mess 13 3d ©l3 40 I.AKD—Steam... v... 750 <«i 765 Fl.OUK~Stirtn;{ I'alents 3 40 (\t 3 00 Spring Straights I 50 © 3 80 Winter Patents 3 34 © 3 40 Winter Straights 3 80 © 3 O') GRAlN—Wheat, No. 3 tit)*4 fil ' Corn, No. 2 34h© 35 Oats. No. 3 '-T'.'t'A 2714 Rye, No. 2 •I4‘i, t 4 40 Barley- Choice to Fancy.. 48 © 63 DUMBER Stdiug 15 M) <3.23 51 Flooring.. lit in) <«;sd(K) Common Boards M <K) 14 35 Fencing 12 00 ®1« (K) Lath, Dry 3 35 in. 2 40 Shingles 3 25 © 3 00 KANSAS CITY. CATTEE- Shipping Sl. ers fl 00 © 5 50 Stockers and Breeders I <ls © 3 ts) EOliS 4 74 © 5 0714 SHEEP 360 ©3 50 OMAHA. CATTLE—Steers £3 15 © 5 20 Feeders 2 0 $8 50 HOGS 1 75 © 4 DP EIJEEP" 2 IM 3 60

«• ST. JACOBS OIL R-HEUMATIOj 111 I||P TXTEXmE& JSILXfICa-10, i fl1 m m sgiatxc, a &? lit SI ms Niae and *u th« Would Knotua th« CURE! ia SURB.

Three Good Things VERY CHEAP. SPECIAL 05TBII 1 SCUIIiNEITS M,V(«AZIMi (on# year) $3.00 WORLD'S FAIR HOOK (cloth hound) 1,25 EXHIBITION ISUUBEB (Scrlltuer’s) .25 $4 60 All for $3.35. World's Fair Boot^. •voL-wro. !••• rwoMcwnw A ohaiTlllllfP Bonirorou—.i—anon. ii»w«i»wi vcuivol' tho Full . fl by F. llcdMiinoo SCRIBNER'S S ! %!sf.7! MACAZINE who havo written ' and lilnstmicd. with GO clrawines @0 hook about tfu* Fair. It Inbound In cloth, and published at Jil.Slo. CHARLES PUBLISHED MONTHLY SCRIBNER S WITH ILLUSTRATIONS SONS. CHAPUS SeniBNUO SON! N£W 4C*Kr WH)Knio(rvutncirfrt.Lw.i£Mx3N <<BW YORT\.

Full information rorar'Jlna tba mid-wintar fair and the moit oomfortablo and eoonotnical way to go •win b« cheerfully furnished by tiro undersigned. Pullman TOURIST SLEEPERS Hun through from Chicago to Los Angelos, California, Dally Via "THE TRUE SOUTHERN ROUTE”—CHICAGO fit ALTON to St. Louie; IRON MOUNTAIN ROUTE, St. Louis to Texarkana; TEXAS & PACIFIC RY., Texarkana to El Paso, and SOUTHERN PACIFIC COMPANY El Paso to California destination. This in the BEST winter way to California. No high altitudes; no ■now blockades, and sunshine and comfort all ths way. IST Send for free* illueUated folders. WRITE TO-DAY. JAKM CHARLTO*, General I’mewager k Tlrl et Agent. CHICAGO fit ALTON R. R.. CHICAGO. ILL. S»-SA«£THtB PAPARe..fTtlnw rennttK —THK LAST PUBLIC SPEECH OP Hob. Carter H. Harrises LATE MAYOR OF CHICACO, Delivered to the visiting Mayor* at the World’* Pair » few hour* before hi* death. Sketch us hi < lilt*. Full account df the murder. Illnnt’d. Price lie. Order at once Stsudstamp*. Alima .\fcW iOl.SOti glShaSiiiahc.,Utlci.gt>. The Greatest Medical Discovery of the Age. KENNEDY’S MEDICAL DISCOVERY. DONALD KENNEDY, OF ROXBOBY, HASS., Has discovered in one of our common pasture weeds a remedy that cures every kind of Humor, from the worst Scrofula down to a common Pimple. He has tried it in over eleven hundred cases, and never failed except in two cases (both thunder humor). He has now in his possession over two hundred certificates of its value, all within twenty miles of Boston. A benefit is always experienced from tiie first bottle, and a'perfect cure is warranted when the right quantity is taken. When the lungs are affected it causes shooting pains, like needles passing through them; the same with the Liver or Bowels. This is caused by the ducts being Stopped, and always disappears in a week after taking it. «If the stomach is foul or bilious it will cause squeamish feelings at first. No change of diet ever necessary. Eat the best you can get, and enough of it. Dose, one tablespoonful in water at bedtime. Read the Label. Send for Book.

NOW comes the season when dainty and delicious cake and pastry are required. Royal Baking Powder is indispensable in their preparation. For finest food 1 can use none but Royal.—A. Forrm, Cbtf, IVbiU Houst, far Prntd/nts CLevtland and Arthur. eovat aakiNd rowoca 00., tos wall tr., a.v.

On* Rkason Wnr.-She— (of St. Louis) —“I doiPt boo why the newspapers are always twitting the Chicago girls on the sis* of their foot’’ He—“ Neither do L Their foot are no larger than those of any other Kids.” She—“ Now, Charllo, you know that isn’t so.” —Detrdßt Free Press. “YE9, Bawkins is an absolute slave to fashion.” “Bawkinsf VYhy he looks like a rag-picker and never goes <yit at all.” '“Just so—he’s working himself to death; to bnv his wife a sealskin coatt”—Detroit Tribune. Dropsy is a dread disaaso r but it has lost its terrors to those who kndw that, H. H. Green & Sons, the Dropsy Specialists of Atlanta, Georgia, treat it vritn such great success. Write them for pamphlet giving full information. “It always nays a man In my business to take plenty of time,'’ murmured raq burglar softly to himself, gently dumping the thinl tray of gold watches into his capodous bag. —Buffalo Courier. Krru—“Where is Voltes now? The last time I Haw him lie was contending that a man should tell the truth In all circumstances.” Biff—“He is ia a nosuUal. —N. Y. Herald. For a Cough, CoM or Spro Throat, uso “brown's Bronchiiil TrothcxJ* gfvo immediate relief. Suhl onlu in ln/xen. Price 25 cts. ... It is Impossible to liavo tho last word with a chemist,, because he always has a retort.—Boston Courier. You can’t tell the size of a man's bank Recount by the magnitude of his chrysanthemum.—Philadelphia Uncord.

“COLCHESTER'’ MgINGBOOT For Farmers, Minors, R. R. Hands and oth«rs.lliiSll Tito outer tup sole extend* tho whole length of tho sole down to the ho' l, protecting tho abank la ditching, digging, and otlior work. Hast quality throughout. ASK TO UR I) F.A I.KK for them. THE JUDCES Z WORLD’S COLUMBIAN OPOSITIOI4 Have made the HIGHEST AWARDS (Medals and Diplomas) to WALTER BAKER & GO. On each of the following named article*: BREAKFAST COCOA, . . . . I Premium No. 1, Chocolate. . . Vanilla Chocolate, ...... German Sweet Chocolate, . .. Cocoa Butter. . For “purity of material,” “excellent flavor," and “uniform even composition.” WALTER BAKER ft CO7OORCHEBTER, MASS. Beware of Imltatlonc. „ a "fBbMMsSi fl THE GENUINE THE~NASBY LETTERS All theKo«Uy letter, ever written, now for flret time published In book form. Cloth bound, over 600 pageek with, portrait of the author, D. R. Locke. A cop/ malted free to every pernon who sfnd» *1 for a years eubucrlption to the Weekly Blade, fiend.for specimea copy of the paper aid get full particulars. Address TEOn BDADK, . IfOLKDO, OHIO. A SET OF CHINA DISHES, Free To Ladles tending ue a SIS Club-Order for our Teas. Spleen, Baking Powder, etc. Set of Silver-plated Knives and Fork., $6 orders, too ether »»--—■ Goods and Premtumsstilpped, prepaid You remit moty ey after delivering goods. CO.Vm|TMRI(B WIIOLM* BALE TEA AND CD., CINCINNATI. Okies evXAiH mis parra uaw m mia. BORE urci I c WE KANKFICTUBB DRILL ntLLO BEST MACHINERY and TOOLB in tho world. Bellable work asrured. Catalogue Free. LOOMIS A NYMAN, Timx, OBKK se-MAMtt this PAraa mg lIJ iii il li i f IConeumptlvee und people H| who have weak lungs or Artb- H m«, should use Piso’s Cure to r In Consumption. It has eared ■; thousands. It has not injur- H ed one. It Is not bad to take. |H It Is the best cough syrup. ■ Sold everywhere. *sc. SS t *F ßmnsssa jr A.N.K.—A M y© WHEN WRIT IN e T 0 AMVIKTUCU PLEAS! •Sate that yea sew the *-* ■—ntrl la IHt