Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 27, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 January 1879 — Page 6

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A PAPER

FOK THE

PJECWLK.

"Do angels wear white dresses, say Always, or only in the summer? Do Their birthdays have to come like mine, In

May?

Do they have fearlet sashes then, or blue?

"Whenlittle Jessiedied last night, How oouki she walk to heaven, tt Is so far? How did she liud Hie way without a light?

There wasn't evou any moon wrjsiar.

"Will she have fed or gold* wlugs?^ I Then will she have to be a bird, amrfly Do they take men, like president* and kings,

In hearses with black plumes clear to the sky? *-:/w IM$ &"« "How old Is God Has he gray hair

Can he see yet? Where did ho have to stay? Before yon know—he had made—anywhere?

Who does he pray to—wJaen he has to pray "How many drops are In the sea?

How many stars?—well, theu, you ought to know How nanny llowersareon an apple tree?

How dues the wind look when it doesn't blow?

"Where does the rainbow end and why Did—Captain Kid—bury the gold there? When WL1 this world barn—and will the firemen try

To put the Are out with the engines then

"If you should ever die, may we Have ptunpklns growing the garden, so My fairy god-luothercan come forme,

When there'3 a prince's ball, and let me go?

"Read Cinderella just once more— Wlmt makes—men's other wives—so mean?" I know That I was tired. It may be cross, be'ore

I shut the painted book for her to go.

Hours later, from a child's white bed I heard the timiu,las( quetr question start: "Mamma, are you—my step-mother?" it said.

The lnuocent reproof crept to my heart. —Mrs. S. M. B.Piatt.

MARRYING WELL.

BY MRS. R. B. EDSON.

CHAPTER XIII.—COXTINUKD. The months ran on—busy months to Almy, for although there were no great battles, there were continual skirmishes and much sickness, and she was most efficient and faithful nurses in the hospital.

Once Dora Johnstone had been over to nee her, telling her that, although she had written at onco to her mother after she was there, she had heard nothing from them as vet, and it was now March.

Almy had never seen her brother, and Emily wrote her that his regiment, as well as Colonel Lovering's, was in McClellan's army. She tried to feel the name interest in othar portions of the field, but gave up the struggle at last, and watched with a feverish earnestness through all the long, changeful April days for tidings of the siege of Yorktown.

At last the telegraph flashed the welcome intelligence that Yorktown had been evacuated on the fourth of May. Two days after came news of a sharp action at Williamsburg, and then Mo(Jlellan's army was reported at Cbickahominy. There they remained, a prey to the malaria of that swampy region, until the thirty-first, and then occurred the disastrous and well remembered battle of Fair Oaks.

Bat nearly a week previous to this thev had telegraphed from Fortress Mouroe for all the surgeons and nurses that could be spared. Almy was lying down in her room, a feeling of despondency gradually crecpiug over her spirits when a messenger came, saying that Dr. Malvern wanted to see her. She arose languidly and followed him. 'Mrs. Malvern, what do you say to going to Fortress Monroe?' Dr. Malvern asked as soon as she opened the door.

All signs of despondency and languor vanished instantly. 'O Dr. Malvern can I go she cried, with a touch of her old, childish, eagerness. 'Ah You want to go, eh I thought vou had been watching the news from that quarter pretty sharply.' 'My brother is there, Dr. Malvern,' she said, turning away. •Pardon me I forgot,' he said quickly. looking at the half-averted face with a little feeling of self-reproach. 'I forgot all about her brother's being out there.' he said to himself.

But Almy was having a little private battle with herself just at that moment. In her secret soul she knew that tho first thought that leaped to her heart was not of her brother! She felt humbled and guilty, and half resolved to remain Rt Annapolis. •There is a very pressing need there just now, with prospects ot still greater need at any moment,' Dr. Malvornsaid, interrupting her rather stormy reverie. •E don't just like to spare you, Mrs. Johnstoue, but I suppose the call is au urgwut oqe, and—' •When snail I start?' she asked, ab* ruptly lacing round. 'Tomorrow morning a steamer leases. All who can will go in that. Another will probably be dispatched—' 'I will be ready to-morrow morning,' she interrupted, and turned and walked hastily out. 'I can't jast make her out,' the doctor said, with a puxzied look on his face for atnoinent.

And fo Almy had been at Fortress Monroe tbreo days when the battle of Fair O&ks took place. For the flist time since sho had entered a hospitalsho "was nervous and sick at heart. Load after load of the wounded were brought in, ami every moment her excitemont increai&d. A premonition of impending fate weighed down her spirits, and she watchetf with faverioh curiosity each poor felUnv as he"was borne in. At last Slie oOuI.J endure the intense strain on her nerves no longer, and in the confusion $be slipped out, with what intent she disl not herself know. Men walking, men ritnrnng, men on horseback, and m&u in carriages, all ran togother in one ft fused mass to her excited vision. •Thank G6d that you are here, Almy!' voice said, so near, that she gave a little cry.

She looked op, and saw Colonel Lovring mounted on a powerful black orse, whose fierv broath fanned her eek, he was so cfose. 'What is it, Ernest? What has happened?' she asked, breathlessly.

He stooped over and laid his hand on her shoulder. 'You must be brave now, Almy. Remember it is what may come to any of us—what we may expect.' 'Please tell me at once, Ernest,'she said, lilting her eyes steadily to his face, her own very white ahd very firm. •Allen is wo unded*-mortally we fear. They are bringing him hare, and I heard that t! re had been a batch of nur eentdt. from Annapolis, and if I ev. prajed inmy life, it was then, Almy," that you might be among them. He ypill oe here In fifteen minutes be

ready to receive him as calmty as you ^an/and nmkfl him af» uomtojrtablf as possible wlnle he Is with us.'

He was turning awayv when she caught

Ht

QUESTIONS OF THE HOUR.

his baud. Do—do you know if—if Captain Itussell was hurt?' she asked, trying bravely to hide her heart from heratlf and him.

She might have succeeded in deceiving herself, but she did not succeed in deceiving the keen eyes of Erueat Covering.

Knowing, as he did, all the past, he could help a feeling ol infinite pity for this slight, delicate looking girl, whose young life had »Q ea?ly received the baptism of sutYerJng, He leaped over tho saddle bow and grasped her hand. 'Dear Almy,' he said gravely, 'your brother has lain down his life for his friend. The bullet was aimed straight at Russell's heart. It was one of the sharpshooters, and Allen saw him. Quick as lightning ha threw himself before his captain. "Your life is worth more than mine, Lance," he was ssying as the ball struck hvm, and he went down.' M4 •Dear, brave Allen!' Almy whispered, bowing her face on the firm hand that still grasped hers. 'Yes, it was a brave deed! But it didn't save Russell wholly. Another bullet hit him, almost at the same moment, in the shoulder. The wound is rather painful, but not serious. He is with Allen. There, now, I must go, and so must you.'

When Allen Barnard was brought into the hospital, Almy, very pale,t but very quiet, walked by bis side, and when he was laid on the oouch, she lean ed over and kissed the closed lids. As if some subtle magic was in the touch the heavy eyes unclosed. A shadow of surprise, changing quickly to one of grateful joy, brightened his face. •Thank God he whispered hoarsely

Almy's lips quivered convulsively but she conquered herself. Once a swif thought of the old farmhouse at Hadley and the grief this news would bring there, almost broke down her calmness but she put it away with a struggle. will be strong for his sake. I will no pain his last moments with my grief there will be time enough for tears then,' shesaid resolutely.

Colonel Lovering insisted upon stay ing and sharing Almy's watch tuat night. He knew better than she that it would be the last care Allen Barnard would ever want of them. He did not seem to suffer much, but to sink gradually. Toward midnight he opened his eyes and smiled in Almy's face. •It's all right, dear,' he whispered, 'it all right at last! I want you to tell Almy. He would forgive me but somehow, I can't tell why, everything: has been all wiped out, and it's all right!' looking up, up, far above their vision, even to the throne of the Infinite.

A calm smile lighted his face a mo ment, and then he added: 'Tell them all I'm not sorry I came to tha war and take care of Lance, Almy, and don't ever forget that I died to save bis life—it was worth so much more to the country than mine—the life of my best friend I'm so glad you are here.' he whispered a moment after. 'Kiss me, little sister, as you used to in the old days before you left us to go with him.'

She touched his lips tenderly with hers, and despite her self control a tear fell upon his forehead. 'Dcn't cry, pet,' he said pleadingly.

There's been times enough when you had cause to weep for me, but not now not now.'

The calm smile brightened his face, growing momentarily more rapt and triumphant. 'O Allen! my dear, dear brother! Almy cried, her self control utterly forsaking her.

Ernest Lovering lifted her in his arms and sat her in a chair. 'He does not hear you,' be said 'he has gone up higher.'

For two or three days after her brother death, Almy kept her room, feeling as if she could not go back and sit by other sufferers, and mayhap by other death beds, with this memory so fresh icrher heart. But on the fourth day, Colonel Lovering rode out again to see her. 'Russell isn't getting along very well, I find,' he said presently, watching her sharply.

A look of swift terror shot into her eyes. 'He says you have never been to see him,' he continued. 'But I am going now,' she said suddenly. 'I was so weak—I—I—O Ernest!' she broke off suddenly and buried her face in her hands. 'No, Almy, you have not been weak, you have been a perfect heroine,' he said brightly, seeing that her nerves were a little out of tune—and no wonder, he thought. •But she only sat still and sobbed. 'Do you remember ones, long and long ago. that I said if there was a war you must pome down and care for the poor fellows? How little we thought, either of us, of this. I v/rote to Djra yesterdav, telling her how proud I am of little sister, and what a brave, true, strong woman she Is.' 'O Ernest! I am not—I am—' 'Hush! Don't 1 know? But 1 h.ivo a little piece of intelligence which I think will bo new to you. I said I wrote to Dsra, but it was in unswer to «ne I that same day received. She has gone back to Riverback.'

She caught her breath quickly and grew suddenly white. He saw tho thought in he* heart, in her face. 'No they have not come back, but Mr. Johnstone, Dora's father, lias. It seems, indeed, that he came back nearly a month ago. He is utterly bankrupt— everything, even to the bouse and furniture at Riverbeck, is lost. Only a little cottage, where the gardener lived, is left of ail the greit Johnstone fortune. And that is not the extent of the calamity. The old gentlemen was stricken down with paralysis one week ago, and though he may iive, possibly, for years, he will never be other than a helpless invalid, his physician says.' •And Dora has gone to take care of him 'Yes, there was no one els?, you know. Somehow Dora can get no news of them. She has written bis—to them, I fanoy—overwhelming Intelligence, and I hope they will get it without delay. There, now, we will go round and see our oid friend the captain.'

And before she had time to think, she found herself, for the first time since they parted at Hadley, face to face with Lancelot Russell. The thought of that parting rushed into her mind, and if he had been tho memory would bavs embarrassed b"r. But the faint trace of

Eandagedhis

ain on Uco, the heavy eyes, the shoulder, all woke her sympathy and sitj% The woman was temporarily lost In the nurse, and in an instant she was arranging his pillows and loosening the bandages which her quick eye saw were fretting him. He gave a quick, fluttering sigh of relief. •I much better!' he s&id, With a fjBint 'f. •I am going to stay and nurse you 'mitil you are well, Lancelot.' she said, quietly: and so it was settled.

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY .EVENING MAIL.'

Hut after she batl gone eut to find tsome gruel lor hi in, he caught Lover ing's hand, asking in a hurried whin per: 'Flow happen* it that ahti la here, and Johnstone in Europe? I heard Shu was in Annapolis, ruiiwtmi told me, but he wouldn't tell me anything more, if be knew.'

In as few ords as possible, Lovering tuld him the story, not sparing Kent at uilinthe rocital, and winding up with the bankruptcy affair.

An angry fire blazed for a moment in Lnnco Russell's black eyes, but it softened into pitying tenderness when Almy came back holding aloft a bowl ofgruei. 4 hud to fight lor it,' she said smiling. 'I had no idea there was ao much to do —so much more than there was at Annapolis. I am going to work in earnest now.'

Not until night, and the watch had re lieved her of her watch for a few hours, did Almy have time to give thought to the Johnstone reverses. She was not perfect, this heroine of mine, I am happy to say, but healthily and naturally human, and I am not ashamed to record that she did not feel very badly when she thought of Mr?. Johnstone and Julia coining back to liveiu the gardener's cottage! And Kent, would ho come for her? Somehow the thought was not exactly pleasant. There was so much for her to do, now, she said, by way of excusing the leeling to herself, and the country demanded her first thought, surely more than he did, after his treatment of hor.

Almy Jobostone well merited the recommendation which Dr. Malvern had given her to the chief surgeon of this hospital, in a letter, which, however, she did not know of till months alterward Those who had been inclined to doub her ability, from her slight and youthful appearauce, soon found that there was a quiet persistence and power of endurance in the slight frame that would not be discouraged or put down.

But among all the poor fellows who watched for her light step and bright face, and called her in tlioir secret hearts an angel of goodness and mercy there was no one to whom the touoh of her hand, the tone of her voice, even the rustle of her drapery, was such a cream of heaven—such a perpetual inspiration, as it was to Captain Lince Russell. All the old love of bis boyhood aad youth returned, deepened and intensified by a man's stronger passion. Day by day he tried to fight, it baok, but it would not be put down. He was naturally of a warm, passionate nature—one who would woo warmly, and it was a fiercer struggle for him to have her sit by him, to bathe bis bead, to wait on him so tenderly, and yet know she was far away, than it was to stand before the enemy's shot and shell, or storm their deadliest strongholds. He grew feverish and restless, and the eage doctors consulted over his case, and though none of them were willing to admit it, were a good deal puzzled to account for the obstinacy of the case. Some of them proposed sending him home, which he chanced to overhear. 'I have no home to go to,' he interrupted, 'and when I leave here it will be for the battle field.'

The long disability also began to fret Russell, and between love ahd patriotism, the poor fellow was kept in a constant fever, seeing which Almy increas ed her care and watchfulness over him, until he grew half distracted in the constant effort to suppress the fierce love which be had no right to feel, much more express by word, or touch, or glance. He fancied that he succeeded, however, not realizing how utterly impossible it is to quite conceal the bright ening eye, the softening lip, the fluttering pulse.

To Almy those few weeks had been filled with sweetness and pain. It was bliss, joy, content, to be with him and ministerto his wants. But a bitter self condemnation was blended with the sweetness. It was wrong, weak, shameful for her to feel as she did but she could not help it!

She thought more deeply, too,than she bad ever done before. She saw how utterly uusuited in birth, education, habits of life, temperament, tastes—indeed, everything that makes that congeniality of interest necessarj' to a true marriage—she had been for Kent Johnstone's wife. She realized something of what his disappointment might have been, and reproached herself for blight3 his life as well as her own. She even felt a little sentiment of pity and sympathy for Frances Tallmage. She was^suited to his needs, and she loved him She knew now that her own passion had been only a girlish fancy, which might, however, under favoring circumstances, have been developed into a quiet, respectable sort of iovo—not the pure gold, bat that excellently well plated article which is so much more common than the real ore. Her heart, which had sometimes been hard and bitter toward him, softened. 'It was a sad mistake for both you and me,invent,' she whispered faintly. 'God help us both, and show us the true and right way!'

CHAPTER XIV.

A little party of Americans were congregated at a hotel in Havre, Franco. They were mostly travelers, and had met by chance, some having just arrived, aud others having taken board for the summer. Some were but recently from America, others had explored the Loire to its source, paussd at Orleans, and passing through Tourfc, had com© at last to the sea. Others had passed up the Mediterranean, past Lyons' bu?y looms to where tho beautiful Rhone issues from Lake Geneva.

Among tho latter were our friends, the Jolmstones They were among the most stylish and exclusive of the entire party, e'videutly caring very little about mixing with tb'e rest. Mrs. Johnstone's const!tutisn bateur and reserve were quite as apparent in the Hotel deVilliers as in her own private mansion at Kiverbcck. Consequently they were left mostly to themselues, though they could not beip hearing the eager discussions on American affairs, which was the absorbing theme, of conversation. Here they first beard of the capture of New Orleans by the Northern forces, and for the first time a little feeling of anxiety and uneasiness oppressed them. Mr. Johnstone's interests were mostly centred in New Orleaus—what would be the effect of this capture on his affairs, and where was he now? This question haunted them not a little, and it was with a feeling of relief that Mrs. Johnstone saw Kent enter one evening with two letters. One of then was soiled and a little worn, and the postmark dated from August, 1801, almost a year ago, for it was late in July of 1862 now. The other wore a fresher look, aud bore the Riverbeek postmark its date was June 1st. •They are from Dora,' .Julia said 'she eonki not have got our first letter, or she would not havesentMofletter to Havre,' Minting to the soiled envelope. 'But t's of no oousequence now. Read the last one, mother.' •No,' Kent interposed, 'that bap been neglected quite long enough: let us take them in course.'

And so the oid letter was opened. Mrs. Johnstone read in an indifferent tone the little incidents—the successes

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and deieata*-of the war. They did not possess any particular interest lor ber, though it was very evident they were the absorbing thought in the mind of the writer. Presently she came to some thing which mfda her change col^r, and hesitate a little. She would have paused altogether, but Kent said hastily: •Go on read every word, for I shall,1 •It's nothing of any importance, really only it seems Almy never received your letter, and—' •Mother I' he Interrupted sternly

She did uot mean to look up, but something compelled her. Their eyes met, aud while a slow red burned into ber cheek, bis grew deathly white 'God forgive you!' he said, turning and walking to the window.

He knew then thaMAe b8d suppressed the letter he had written to Almy, and a fierce self reproach struck to bis heart, which was not lessened by Dora's plain words of angry rebuke which Mrs. Johnstone read quietly to the end, without another Effort to suppress anything the letter contained, the only sign of ex citement being the old rapid contraction and dilation of the nostrils.

Frances Tallmage sat with whitening lips, her eyes fixed with a look of unutterable longing on the white, set face at the window. Ob! it she only had the right to comfort liim! Aud then slowly there rose up a passionate determination in her heart that she would. 'Yes, il there were a thousand Almy jBirnards in the way!' shesaid fiercely.

But it was Mrs. Johnstone's turn to grow whito when her eye glanced over the other and later letter. Her hands trembled and the paper fluttered to the floor, Julia, who thus far bad beard nothing to particularly her equanimity, took up the letter and read "DEAR MOTHER AND FRIENDS I have only time to write a line. Father is stricken with paralysis, and the pbysi cian says utterly incurable. Come home as quickly as possible. I came near forgetting to say that we—father and I are at the cottage. It is all there i9 left us—positively all, aud this by courtesy of the creditors—out of our once ample fortune! Bankrupt—utterly bankrupt our old lawyer says. I suppose you will feel it more than I. The issue of this terrible conflict rises above everything else, and makes all else tame and uninteresting to me. That and father's illness fill my whole thoughts now. 1 hope this will reach yon immediately. "In great haste, DORA JOHNSTONE." 'My God Kent exclaimed, and then sank into a seat with a low groan.

There was a long, painful silence, and then Mrs. Johnstone arose. 'We will make our arrangements tomorrow, Kent,' her voice sounding strango and bard.

He did not speak or look up—did not indeed know that she and Julia had left the room. The twilight deepened in the room, and gay voices came up from the streets below. Presently, through the dusk and silence of the room, a light robed figure glided to bis side and sank at his feet. 'Francos!' he said, a thrill of pleased surprise breaking through the pain in his voice, 'my darling!' 'Kent, I cannot live and see you suffer Take my fortune—all, everything. I do not care for myself—I had rather you would have it a thousand times than L' 'She stopped, overcome by her own passionate emotion. He bent over and lifted her face—her glorious, bewildering, glowing face—and gazed in instant in those sweet, alluring eyes, and with a swift movement gathered her close, close to his heart.

His little moment of remorse and self reproach bad fied, swallowed up in this wild, overwhelming sea of passion, on whose alluring shore he had toyed and dallied so Ions and, let us say, charitablv' perhaps unthinkingly.

It was quite late when Mrs. Johnstone went down the next morning, and she expected Kent was chafing with impatience. But she could better endure that than the inquisitive eyes of straugers. She found the breakfast room quite deserted, as she had wished, and,though she was not hungry, she went through the farce of eating, and Julia did the same. 'I suppose we must go back—of course we must—and Kent can look up a steamer to-day,' she said to Julia, as the two went slowly to the parlor. 'I half wish the vessei would leave us in the middle of the ocean!' she added bitterly.

But Kent was not in the parlor, neither was Miss Tallmadge. Mother and daughter lounged there nearly an hour, trying to appear indifferent and self controlled as usual.

I should hardly have thought Frances and Kent would have gone out so early (tbey forgot it was nearly ten o'clock),or even at all to-day,' Julia said, beginning to grow impatient.

Tbey waited another hour, and at last Julia said she would go up to Prances' room—possibly she wds ill. Mrs. Johnstone sank into an uncomfortable revetie, in which poverty, ruin, disgrace, danced like demoniac spectres before her eyes. Suddenly a hand touched her arm, and a voice she could hardly roc ognize as Juiia4s, said: 'Come.'

Without a word she arose and followed her, followed their own room, and thet Julia thrust a sealed letter in ber hand, and closed and locked the door. She had seen the empty ro^m—she had oven run up to Kent's room and found that in thej-ame condition—not the slightest article of clothing in either—and she knew intuitively what that letter contained.

Read it!' she paid imperatively, as her mother sat looking at it with consternation and horror. Then growing impatient, she snatched the letter from ber hand and read it aloud, seeming to take a fierce sort of satisfaction in the act. "I do not write this,' it began, 'to excuse the course I have cho»en to pursue, but to give you information that will prevent you'from making, what might prove to you, very awkward inquiries. Kent has placed five hundred dollars in the hands of the landlord, which he will hand you upon aptlication. It will pay our passage to New York. Kent and myself shall leave Havre in less than an hour, bv a steamer which sails at eight o'clock." We shall go to New York, and Trom thence to Pennsylvania. I have a fortune of over seventy thousand dollars, well invested, my attorney says. This it is my purpose to withdraw as speedily as possible, and then we shall go—well, no matter where, I neither know nor. care, so I am with mm, I know what you will say but you, at least, Victoria Johnstone, should not reproach me' You knew I loved him, and when I would have gone away, you urged me to stay, and threw us constantly togetherjkeeping her away byevery art in your power, and it was your brain which planned this jdnrney—it is true I did not object, the prospect was too sweet—and kept her at home by your finesse. •But I cannot reproach you since it has brought me bis love. Even now his arm encircles me, and his kisses are on my Hps! I go with him gladly, even if it is to perdition. Good by forever.

FnAXCBB."

•You see vou should not have burned that letter,'"Julia said, with a cold sneer WSM

'Julia!' 'Oh! don't try your dignity on me!' was the unfilial answer. skwyou when you did it. I knew, as you did, that he telta little remorse for the way he was using Almy. and it might have been the means of healing the breach between them, though 1 believe he hoped she would remain at home as he proposed.'

Mrs. Johnstone did not reply, though the thin nostrils dilated fearfully, and the sea blue eyes were lurid with flame.

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A KUANKKORT, KY., PHYSICIAN writes to Dr. Swayne A Son. Philadelphia Some mouths ago tbe daughter of one of our prominent citizens was pronounced a hopeless consumptive and to have seen ber at time one would hare supposed there was ground for the decision, as she was very much reduced in flesh, had a terrible cough, expectorated blood, streaked tuberculous matter, very ner vous, that she could scarcely sleep. She had been doctored a long while witL cough and various specifics, and several hysicians bad tried their skill on her. ut without avail, ber life gradually wasting away, recommended her to use Dr. Swayne's Compound Syrup of Wild Cherry, which she did, and in a few weeks she was free from all cough, and other symptoms of disease, anaT it was considered a miracle in this section, as she is now rosy and healthy. Let all who are predisposed to weak lungs, Coughs and Colds, Throat, Breast and Lung Disorders, try Dr. Swayne's Compound Syrup of Wild Cherry, tbey will soon discover that it is vastly superior to anything they have ever used. It is equally valuable in asthmatic and bronchial affections. Prepared only by Dr. Swayne A Son, 330 North Sixth street, Philadelphia. Trial bottles, 25 cents, large size (holding five of the small), if, or lialf dozen $5. Sold by Buntin Armstrong, Terre Haute.

c:«iisniiiption Cared. An old physician, retired from pracids tice, having had placed in his hands by an East India missionary the formula of a simple vegetable remedy, for the speedy and permanent cure for consumption, bronchitis, catarrh, asthma, and all throat and lung affections, also a positive and radical cure tor nervous debility and all nervous complaints, after having tested its wonderful curative powers in thousands of cases, has felt it bis duty to make it known to his suffering fellows. Actuated by this motive, and a desire to relieve human suffering, I will send, free of charge, to all who desire it, this recipe, with full directions for preparing and using, in German, French, or English. Sent by mail by addressing with stamp, naming this paper, W. W. Shorar, 149 Powers' Block Rochester, N. Y. (eow)

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