Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 48, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 May 1882 — Page 7

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

THE LADY SHOPPER.

A woman enters a doy gfjod* wore. Steps to a cleric who stand* near the door, Asks htm to show her the latest style. And she pails over the goods meanwhile. She iv*« "I want a dr«.w» ut my niece, Will vim please show ineihat under piece? Oti! I didn't see that it whs a polka spot, That is too near tike the one she's got. That piece with the stripe would just .suit me But she wants abetter covered ground, With a sort of vine running all 'round. She don't want too dark, nor yet too ight, Or a striped piece, nor yet very bright I think sh»'u like what you showed me last. Do you th-nk thecolors are fast? Cut off a

bit,

before I decide,

I'll take the piece home and have it tried. I had a dress like that last fall, And the colorsdid not wash at all. I like tho*e pattern- thereon the end. Now one of this if you'll be so kiuu, And a bit of that if you'd not mind. They're the nicest styles I've seen this year, I most always do rny trading here, I have got a piece that came from here. I for .cot th«5 price—'twas pretty dear. It's a sort of dark alpaca stun, I want to match it, I'venot got enough, I»you think you have it in the store? dre-s is spoiled if I can't get more, Will you put these samples in a bill? I'll know where I got them if you will. I'll take them home, if she thinks they j1 do, You'.l see me back in a day or two."

look,

The man laid a heavy hand on the girls shoulder. Viciorine he said. The girl gave a great start, and turned. "Oh, Godfroi, how you did startlo me!" she said. "hid I? replied the man "I thought you saw mo coining, and turned away on purpose." ictorino fossed her head, making her long, gold earrings swing and clash. "There are three hundred men in the squiiic," she said. "I might look out of the window without seeing you." The grav cat jumped suddenly to her shoulder", and Victorine put up a thin, brown hand, holding the creature against her face and shnik dark hair. "Well," she asked, with some sharpness, "when will you break the strike, (iodfroi Lefotitaine?"

Too mais's face darkened. "W'edon talk about breaking it vet we've onlv just made it," he replied. "We shall "have them all itt our feet liefore Monday. They shall pay as they jmv at llarrisburg, or "Small jwiy is better than no pay." answered Victorine, tersely what shall you do with yourselves now ••Till the money is gone, enjoy life a little, as thev do always, cur»e them!"

And then coldly 'asked Victorine, petting her cat. "They'll IK) at our feet before then," said the tnan. confidently.

A sudden smile brightened Vietorilie's face. "Mere Lubec is welcoming home her liusl*and." she said, "listen."

She leaned from her window, and they Kith turned toward the door, where a woman stood upon the untidy, sunken steps. She was small in stature, but to the man l»eforohor-he looked gigantic. Beneath her left arm she had one of those long loaves of bread which are sold at French hake-shops her right hand pointed vintlinchingly at the gray-haired old man before her. Imprecation was expressed in every line and wrinkle in his fa. in the dro.p of his hopeless tlgur*\ and the In-toeing feet, shoving about the loose sand and gravel. «/. ),„.„ the little woman was saying. shrilly, "you think you've done a fine brave thing, and you with thirteen children, and only two of them old enough to work. "Now. Jeanne, my woman,began tluMu.it? but the woman stopped him. "1 n't speak, pig." she said, "there's nothing you Can say to better yourself in mv eves." "Fair piavand fair pay, you know, Jeanne," urged the mau weakly.

Ave. and who's to give me fair play?" shrilled the woman, "tluU's what 1 want to know. I've spent my last cent of monev for this verv loaf of bread, moil­

from? That's what 1 pig and idiot old man cried a new voice, it him a few plain words

Several women, warned of coming conflnl. Hgan to gather around the luckless man, each anxious to add her voice to the tumult of imprecation but Mother Lubee, with a vigorous and un

fontaine's coarse, "Well," she asked

me-

OXpeeled pounce, seited her bewildered ne mseo uimsen on

hu-band by the arm. Scold your own .the men. will yon, she said, and let mine

aione. I don't take my dirtv linen abroad to wash. Come into the house," and with this she hustled and tumbled the valiant striker into the entry, and slam med the door.

diwppearancc, then turned t© the girl in spring that Hannah knew of in the the window. "Her tongue needs no woods. At night, when the merchant* sharpening," he said. "Man Ih™, what came to buy up^beberriee, Lafontaine's a heaven U» married life! If my wife two pails were heaped with fruit though dared to question what I did be himself had onlv lain on tbegrasa

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Providence Press.

Eleanor Putnam In Boston Courier.

The Black Flowing River.

A STORY OF A STRIKE.

A long, sullen, rumbling cheer. A cheer expressing defiance and resentment rather than triumph a cheer without courage, or joy, or freedom a cheer which awoke no wholesome echoes, i.iit left leh'md it only dogged silence in tlx dusty little square. The cheer being ended, tlio crowd broke int* small groups, aud stood about with the air of men who did not know what to do next. Oil most faces there was an expression of stubborn dullness. A few woie a higher

as of some heroic resolve:

some had only hopeless blankness depietod on their bewildered faces, but these were prosaic, elderly men, to whom actual bread was more than possible meat.

It was the French quarter of a New P.imland town. The windows of the uglV row of corporation houses were jand tilled witu women's, heads, and it was towards these windows that many a man of the strikers directed glances anything but fearless.

Presently from the midst of a noisy group a man emerged, and walked up to a lower window from which a young woman was leaning. She was ra'.her hand-iome, though her narrow eyes and sallowt hoeks Ijctokened her French Canadian origin. As the man came near, she turned away coquctishly,and began to play with a gray cat on the floor at her feet, The young man rested his arms on the sill, and looked lor a moment at the closely-plaited black hair, and blue cotton gown of the girl. A slow smile grew upon his full, red lips as he looked, a smilo which was contradicted by the lurking expression of anger in his large, dark eyes. "Poor FaneheUe!" said the girl. ''Is she hungry? l'oor Fanchette!

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her.

try people rather Mian among the Canadians. For some time ho picked doggedly. It was hard work even for those accustomed toil, and to the new-comer, the constant stooping was almost unbearable his strong back ached, and his temples throbbed. Overhead burned the unrelenting July sun. Not a single breath of wind crept up from the neighboring sea, not a cloud stole across the brilliant sky to grant a hand's breadth of shade. The belt of scrub pines farther down the road looked like a very para (iise of coolness. Ijafontaine suddenly took his wooden pails, and walwed to ward the inviting spot. Under the scant shade of the pines, he lit his shoit pipe, and Hung himself down on the warm brown needles with his arms beneath his head. He lay

for

«wav said the eirl "I hate h%ve been the loveliest wood-path in the •GO away, saul the gin, iua ja nd

Either from Home miscalculation on «,ri the part of the stri era t°_tb'oHrom ""h®1

ing powers of the

c^fPoratl°"l!a0^a,'y"i

some misunderstanding on th(e part oi

the corporation as

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expected of them, went without any indications of yielding oil the part of members of the corporation in fact, not a single striker nad discovert*! that anybody was at his feet. And not onlv Monday, but Tuesday and Wednesday, and indeed the

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the fate of the idle operatives. Their holiday air legau to le.ive them: some weaker ones were openly anxious to break the strike, and go back to the mills but the more stubborn, under Godfroi Lafontaine, still held out. The second week many of them went to the plains beyond the town to pick blueberries. These grew plentifully on low. brown bushes, and the gathering of them was the great summer industry of Milbury. Whole famili« went to the plains, and camped in uypsy fashion, sleeping in tents, and eating in the open air. Every afternoon speculators from the town drove out, and bought and gathered fruit, paying a small price, and sending the berries to the city market bv the night trains. "It was Che middle of the third week when Lafontaine walked, one morning, up the wide, white street on his way to the plains, He met, presently, one of the great drays loaded with bales of raw cotton, which were constantly going from the depot to the storerooms of the mill. During these weeks the supply of raw cotton had not stopped coming the great storehouse must be getting full to the

roof.

lafontaine stood still and

watched the dray as it rumbled slowly down the wliittr,'elm-shaded street. He then struck his clenched fist upon a post. "Curse you!" he said, "may the devil send a blaze on your cotton! May helltire burn it all up before you can ever put a thread of it into your accursed looms!"

He turned and walked on, muttering to himself, until he reached the sandy road on the plains. Ilere he came upon other

Fi'ench people, some of them

strikers like himself. There was much calling back and forth among them,and jocose allusions to out-of-door labor being more healthful than the work in the mills, but lafontaine was in no mood to join in this he kept a sullen silence, and when the plains were reached he chose

to

find a spot among the coun­

awhile looking straight

up between the dark green tree tops, at the sapphire beauty of the sky, across which the black crows swept in inky couples. Presently, he becamo aware of a woman at work very near him, and he turned his head to pet a hotter view of her, without changing his lazy position. She was only a young country girl in a pink cotton gown, and a shabby brown hat, but she had the blonde loveliness which sometimes conies to young New England women, aud seems so oddly at variance with the sea-fogs, raw winds, and granite ledges of tlioir birthplace. She was kneeling and working industriously. She had turned back her sleeves to the elbow, and her arms, though sunburnt aud scratched by the bushes, were round and beautiful. A soft flush on her beautiful, down-cast face showed her to be fullvawaro of Lafontaine simpudent, steady gaze. In a moment he spoke. "Did anybody over tell you that you were a handsome girl?' he said.

She turned toward him with a start, and the conscious pink on her face deepened to crimson. She had not lived seventeen years without knowing she was handsome. God never gave a woman so much as a pretty foot without, at the sametimo, creating a man to tell her of it, but to Hannah Wells the fact of her beauty had never ljeen a very pleasant one until she turned and saw theadmirHtion in Lafontaine's handsome face. At that moment she could have blessed her beauty, because had found favor ii. bis eyes.

He was a coarse, heavy-featured fellow, with a certain swaggering, bold beauty about him his lips and thic, short "neck, were sensual his eyes and teeth were cruel.

Rut to Hannah Wells, Lafontaine wasa very Antlnous. She fluttered and stammered under his gaze, and said, stupidly:

Do you think Ijafontaine laughed. "I think you are handsome," he said. "I like your whiteness a woman should not be* brown and thin. I like your arms they are handsome I have been looking at them."

The girl was not offended at this coarse admiration she flushed, and played with her apron said something about getting to work, and bent over the bushes again, while Lafontaine lay and watched her.

You have only a few berries," she said presently.

ev that I eariied invsolf bv hard days'j "It is your fault then," he saw "to, work Where's the next bread com in* I looking at you I can pick ier "PS."

want to know.. nes.

Victorine leaned imprudently near La- and smoked. He walked along the road

It is vour fault then," he said "for

She laughed, and then suddenly empsd her full quart of fruit into Lafon-

that's'^*1 her quart

neigh-*

taine's pail. 'Ifit is my fault," she said, rather Rhyly, "then ought to make It up to you.* "I won't quarrel with you if you do that a do*en times," he said "it'sbeastly work. I bate it."

msehhmreflll-

He raised himself on his elbow, and

back'

and con inu

fnued his

lay.ytalk. The girl was quite happy. She worked industriously, and talked very little, but she listened to him. At noon she gave him a share of ber lunch from a fuU tin pail, and they went together to find a

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to judge

or love

and

springing step. When the road

heiS"it Lgal^one ^our Sy videdfancf relch Jri«ht and left toward town and farm lands, Lafontaine said

1 good-night, and walked steadily away, „„„'butthe girl stood and watched him out

a

of we berry-pickers,

^nday Lme and along the dusty road, under the low

light of sunset

wi'tho^anv- ties'grow small and few the herbage be

bodv's show ing the slightest interest in brown aud parched with God fro1 Lauou.t »an p. foutaine lounging and talking in

pine

Lafontaine's eyes, as he stood looking down upon, said, "Wait.until we are married, my lady," but, aloud, he only laughed a low, irritating laugh.

Victorine sprang to her feet, letting the rosey tissue fall in a heap to the floor. "I hate you," she cried, passionately, •'»ioh Dic'u, how I hate you! Go away from me. Don't over come here again go to that white-faced berry girl, if she will have you she will listen to you."

Lafontaine took the girl in his arms, and held her in spite of her angry struggles. Ho laughed and kissed her lips. "Mv little wildcat, you are jealous." he said. "Why, what a little tiger it is! I love her for it. The other is handsome yes, I will toll you that. Rut to live with id ways—bah! She is a lamb a tiger suits me better, Victorine."

Oye afternoon when the sun was hot, and the air was quivering and breathless, Lafontaine and one of his friends shared in the pine woods a small flask of very bad liquor. It was not a good thing for it only served to make more terrible the burning, consuming thirst. It mounted to brains already reeling with the heat, and loosened a tongue commonly cautious and guarded. It was very hot and still. One heard the rattle of berries dropping into tin vessels, and the shrill, dry whistle of the locust in the parching stubble.

Suddenly there came a rumble of wheels along the level road, and a handsome carriage passed, drawn by gray horses, and containing agentleman and three white-clad ladies. The gentleman was of tho blonde, {well-kept type, and was leaning back indolently as ne drove. It was the superintendent of the mill, taking his family to the shore for a whitt of cool air, and a drive over the wet,cool sands. Hannah Wells simply glanced at them over her shoulder, and returned to her work but, as the choking cloud of yellow dust raised by the carriage settled, Lafontaine raised to a sitting po«ure. "Curse you!" he muttered "what right have you throwing your iclouds of beastly dust over me? Why should lie ride and I walk Why should he lie sleek, and idle, and well kept, and I be working through the heat of the day on these d—d plains? Ride along, curse you but wait till to-night, and perhaps you won't look so cool, my fine gentleman. We'll have strange sights then."

Hannah Wells looked swiftly around. She and Lafontaine were at some distance from the other berry pickers. Nobody was near them but a young girl who was a devoted friend of Hannah's, and whs apt to follow her about wherever she went. She raised her warm, red face as Hannah turned toward her. "Did you see them parasols, Hannah?"she asked. "I wish I had

TERRE HAUTE SATUWAY EVENING MAIL

from Hannah Wells'face

di-

beautiful day it has been,

she said, aud turned and" joined the line

creeping home

The weeks that followed were weeks of bliss to Hannah Wells. The sun might blaze in the heavens like a consuming lire the dust might choke her, the ber-

,Ko

the

trees'shade" Hannah Wells could toil on unmindful of all but him. She filled bis berry pails as well as her own, and thought it no hardship and i^hen she laid her weary young body down to sleep, her only wish was that the cuol and peaceful night might be yet shorter that the dawn would come more quickly, and bring another day of heat and toll and Godfroi Lafontaine.

And Lafontaine? Well, perhaps he tiardly knew his own mind. He was at all events nothing loth to have his berries picked by Hannah. Then he admired the round, blonde beauty of the

gitu

irl, and her unconcealed adoratiojp of was not unpleasant. Yet he said to himself sometimes that a little opposition was a good thing in a woman there was nothing to conquer in Hannah Wells. Nevertheless, he praised her beauty, and was always beside her on the sunny plains, and would sometimes take her rowing in the evening on the rive-, down between the low-water meadows, far from the many lights of the town

His companions carried back to the French village news of Lafontaine 8 fondness for the country girl, and reports of her white beauty. These things were talked of in the evenings, when, after the heat of the busy day, the people gathered at their doors to rest, and gos sip, and breath the cool night air. One evening, as Lafontaine was crossing the little square, on his way to visit victorine, he saw her rise and leave the open window. When he came up, she was sitting on the farther side of the room, very busy in fringing some white and rose colored tissue papers to decorate the tawdry little shrine above the mantel. "Father has taken his pipe over to Antoine I^atfobe's," she said, coldly.

Ijafontaine went round to the door, and entering, stood before ber with his hands in his pockets, after the manner of such men when they mean to be particularly self-essertivo. "What do you mean?" he asked, roughly "you know that I came to see you.' "I know nothing about it,' said Victorine, sullenly.

one

of

'em. How much do you s'pose they CO"t?" I don't know," answered Hannah, absently: "but, Lil, I'll give you hair this measure o' berries if you'll only go down to the road an' bring my big basket." "Will yon, really? cried Lil and rising. she yawned, pulled on ber sun-bon-net, and "walked away.

Hannah abruptly turned to Lafon taine. "What did you mean about waiting till to night? What will happen tonight?" "We are going to make a bonfire of their cursed store-house," he answered, kwklesslv "it is full to the eaves of cotton, and everything is as dry as tinder. If the store-housegoes, the mills will go. A single match could set the town afire now. Meet meat the river, and I'll take von rowing to-night. We shall have light enough to go down to Harrisburg if we choose.''

The girl's face was white with terror. She grasped his arm eagerly. •'You will not do it," #he pleaded "oh vou will not do it. They will know it Was the strikers did it, and you lead the strikers. That will do tome terrible thing to you. Lem Daniels got ten yeara just for firing fenees on the plains. Oh, promise me you will not do It—promise, promise."

Lafontaine seized ber arms. "Why should you care," be said "If

But they will put yeu in prison, and it would kill me. I tell you I cannot live without you oh, I cannot!" "You talk as if you were crazy," said Lafontaine, coldly. "I shall not love you if you meddle with me and talk like this."

An expression of horror crossed the girls face, and she bent toward him. "But you do love me?" she pleaded. •'Yes," he said, "I do love you. I will ta^e you down the river to-night only we will have no more talk like this, will you remember?" "Yes," said Hannah, humbly enough. She saw that Lil was coming back with the basket, and she kneltdown, bending her face low over the worn. •'Say, Hannah, 'said Lil, panting with her warm wain, "Ella Black says they have them red parasols down to Holbrook s, in cotton, and you can get one for a quarter." "Is that so asked Hannah, absently?

It was quite dusk that evening when Hannah reached the river bank, where she was to wait for Lafontaiue. Above she could see che long, biack line of factory buildings on the water-front, and the sound of the falls, shallow for lack of rain, came with monotonous cadence to her ears. There was a restless bird stirring and rustling in the thicket. Below the steep clitt" on which she stood, she could hear the dull bump of Lafontaine's boat which was chained there. It grew darker and darker. By-and-by the stars crept out slowly, but there was no moon, and it was very dark and still. Tho girl grew nervous as she waited, pacing the rocky shelf on which she was. Nine dull strokes fell from the town-clock before she caught the sound of footsteps ringing down the pathway. She stopped walking, and stood {waiting for hini with her hands clasped, and her heart beating in slow, sickening throbs. Ijafontaine came down quickly, and walking up to Hannah, stood before her in the darkness. He did not offer to touch her.

You are here, then he said, slowly, and with an evident effort at self-posses-sion. "Yes," said Han sab, breathlessly.

Lafontaine kept silent for a moment, then Fraucois Dantic saw you go into the Superintendent's to-uight, he said.

The girl made no answer. Lafontaine spoke again, still struggliag to restrain his passion. "There were guards about the cottonhouse to-night, he said, "and the tire companies are both at their engine houses. It is strange, isn't it

In the pause which followed, the mellow rumble of the falls seemed to Hannah Wells to swell and grow louder, until her ears refused all othertsounds. "It was for you I did it," she said, "oh, it was only for you I did it- You must know it was to save you from prison. As 1 hope for heaven, I tola hi in in such a way that he will never blame j'ou lie will never even think of you oh, it is true do believe me

Lafontaine folded his arms. "Who are you," he said, "that dare go against me? Curse you, I could throttle yon wijth a good will, a% you stand. Curse you, I say!"

The girl fell back a moment, as if stunned then suddenly she put her arms about his neck. "Godfroi," she cried, passionately, "you don't know what you are saying. Y'ou are crazy, or you never would speak to me so. Oh, you know I only did it because I love you—because I should die if they sent you to prison. Did you think that I liked to set myself against you?. I tell you I love you better than life, Godfroi, and it was to save you I did it only for that, dear, only foi that."

Lafontaine 'took her clinging hands down roughly. "Don't touch me," he said, "you have betrayed me. I do not want a traitor's hands on ine. 1 have no forgiveness for you. I hate you. Mini Then, how I hate you!"

He thrust her from him, as he stopped speaking. Tho rocky shelf was wet, and as the girl stepped back, lier foot slipped on tha edge, and she fell. Tho dark water below opened and closed sudden ly, as if a stone had beeia dropped in. The water circles grew faint, ana vanished.

Lafontaine made one frantic start forward, then he stopped it was madness to think of leaping down that cliff. There had been no cry, no stir. "She was a serpent and a traitor," said Lafontaine "the world is better without her."

He turned, and walked doggedly up the pathway. A thick brush reached out and struck him, as he passed, with dewy branches, With rough impatience, be thrust them aside. Then he started back in horror. "God!" he said hoarsely.

Victorine Trudeau was standing hidden there, with the light from the tollhouse above falling on her terrorstricken face and lightniug her dark eyes.

Lafontaine had no need to ask what she had seen.

THE ADVANTAGES OF BEING A BOY. At the Rathway, N. J., grammar school, Adolph Jacobs, aged 13 years, composed and read the following composition on "The Advantage, of Being a Boy."

A boy is generally born when he is very voung and gets to be a man before his mother. A boy is not as skittish as a girl. He takes a mouse, which would frighten his sister half to death, and ties a string to its tail and swings it over bis head. Then h? is in his glory and laughs at bis pis who is looking for a knot hole to hide in. He wears no lace bibs or corsets, petticoats or skiits. A boy possesses ten times more cheek than a girl, but if be ever

does any

•i rj

mischief he ov^ns

up to it with a smiling face. Girls are a great deal of trouble to their parents, who have to keen them until somebody falls i» loves ana marries them. Not so with a boy—he takes care of horses, work* iir a mine aud raises a cabin. All that girls do for exercise is to make dolls, chemise, and croquet work, while the boy. the spark of mankind, is putting up some job to play on his teacher, or playing the glorious game of baseball. Hurrah then for the boys. They are standard bearers of the world!"

A yIS HER CA UGHT.

"On

Mr. Arthur caught a very into a severe case of rheumatism. I did not know what to do for it, so I resolved to pnrcbsse St. Jacobs Oil for trial. Happy thought. I began applying the Oil, and in two weeks was as well as ever.— Toronto (Canada) Globe.

"O, Mm. B. I'm so thankful to you! You saved my boy's life. I went to the drug store as you told me and get Nerve King. It stopped thedreadfuidiarrhcea at once. I'm taking Kidney and liver King and getting well."

UNNECESSARY PAIN. Let us begin with the beginning of the day, and reckon up candidly the different pains we shall give before it is done, if we Uveas most of us are in the habit of living. "Unnecessary pains," you 883*. Surely I would not do that. Let us see, we are fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, neighbors, chums, associates. How do we meet each other's first glance in the morning? Do we smile or do we frown do we look lifeless, as though we had no interest in anything enough to either smile or frown If we do anything except smile kindly, affectionately, we inflict unnecessary pain, first on "those who love us, secondly on those, who, without l»ving us, are uioie or less affected by our atmosphere. It isn't a very severe pain. No. If it were, a good ninny men and women and little children who are alive to-day would not be. But it is a pain, a real paiu, and an unnecessary pain.

Next, wh&t do we say Do we speak courteously, gently? l)o we mention things which are pleasant and cheering? Or do we speak rudely, or harshly, tind all the fault that can be found with the weather and the breakfast. If so, what unnecessary pain we cause. And this is but the first hour of the day—before we really call it begun, before we have even thought, perhaps, what we will do with ourselves for the day. Then conies business, work, pleasure. Upon the word and will of each one of us hang the movements, the occupation, the enjoyments, the sufferings of others, more or less for the day.

Helplesslittlechildren, perhaps. What mother, reckoning solemnly with her soul, can often say at night that she has not inflicted one* unnecessary pain on her children during the day—not a single needless denial, not a single unreasonable desire, not a rude or an unkind word? If we tind we have caused a single unnecessary pain, then we are inhuman, for, by examining a dictionary you will find that the definition of inhuman is "causing unnecessary pain." There is necessary pain enough in the world thai is unavoidable then oh, let us be careful how we have laid to our charge inhumanity. No man liveth unto himself alone, if it be but tho accidental association of wanderer with wanderer for a few hours under a common roof. What loneliest soul at night can dare to say that not since that day's sun arose has he caused unnecessary pain to any human being?

MAKE HOME ATTRACTIVE. A boy not long since remarked to bis mother, "I don't Know why it is, mother, but our looms look so much better than Mrs. It's. Her house is much finer, and her furniture prettier, but I lilve the looks of our home tke best."

The home he contrasted with his own had nothing to brighten up the rooms. There were costly vases on the mantels, clean and empty, and there was abundance of costly furniture. Rut there was no knic nacks,no pretty glasses nothing but necessary articles and show furniture. This incident leads Vick's Magazine to preach a little sermon on leaking home attractive:

Most of us have been sojourners in houses that looUed so prim aud precise in all their appointments that we could scarcely breatiie freely until we had gone out and closed the door carefully behind, almost fearing that the evil spirit of the place would follow us home.

A house were the chairs stand stiffly against the wall—perhaps covered to keep them from injury—where the sunlight must not come for fear it will lade the carpet, where no papers must le left in sight, and every book must lie in the book-case, this is the house where the little ones have to sit still in stiff-hacked chairs with tho injunction, "Don't put vour feet oil the rounds," and where the little oues wonder what makes the time pass so slowly, and what makes mother so cross.

How they wish the}'could havea jolly time like the little ones over the way, whose mother is always preparing some pleasure for them, if only a cheap picturo in a home-made frame, or a pretty plant or two for them to admire.

All children love to look-at flowers, and there are many men and large boys who profess to care for none of these things, yet feel their influence and only know that home is tho best and brightest place of all.

Gather the pretty grasses that abound in the fields—bring in the wild flowers. Search for the vines with bright berries and pretty mosses. Decorate the mantels and brackets with them. Put them on the dining table.

Even boughs of cedar and branches of evergreen will brighten up a home if we have, no flowers. Make home look bright and all will seem rsore cheerful.

The young people will love their homo, and the mothers influence will be more powerful for good. Try the experiment aud see the result.

TOO TIREl) TO EAT.

How often do we hear women who do their own cooking, say that by the time they have prepared a meal and it is ready for the table, they are too tired to eat. One way to mitigate this evil is to take about half an hour before oiling, a raw egg, beat it until light—putin a little sugar and milk, flavor it, and "drink it down." It will remove the faint, tired-out feeling, and will not spoil vour appetite for dinner. Plenty of iTresh air in the kitchen does a great, deal to remove this trouble, and you do not then take your dinner in "at the pares," as Dickens' old Joey declared he took in the wine.

A SPONGE ORNAMENT. A very pretty and refreshing ornament for a room may be made out of an old sponge or a large cheap new one. Having dipped it in warm wa'er, squeeze out half the fluid and put into the holes the seeds of millet, barley, cress, purslane,

red

clover, grasses, and so on, accoiding to taste. The xeeds, however, should be such as will germinate easily and yield a variety of harmonious colors in their leafage. Place the sponge thus seeded on a vase, or hang it in a window,facing the sun. Sprinkle with water every morning during the week, and it wil. soon be green with vegetation.

MRS. MARY MOREY, of Camden, N. J. writes: "Brown's Iron Bitters has cured me of ranch suffering and distress resulting from dyspepsia, urinary trouble and weak lungs. It has made me very regular in my habits, and I feel in perfect health. Life is very happy to ma now."

SUBSTITUTE FOR CA LOMEL AND INI NE. Simmons Liver Regulator, purely vegetable, is equal in power to blue mans or calomel, but without any of their injurious properties. "I have used Simmons Liver Regulator and find it a most excellent medicine, acting like a charm on the liver. It la a most excellent substitute for calomel. Have tried it in several cases of bilious disorders, chills and fever, and find it effects a cure in a most satisfactory manner. DB. J. H. BOWK*, Clinton, Ga."

HEALTH HINTS.

From Dr. James C. Jackson's Leotures. Ninety-nine of every hundred sicknesses begin in the stomach.

To will to be healthy implies plan, perslsteuce, conscience, and a knowledge of the laws of life.

Hard water is unfit to drink. Rain water filtered, or pure spring water only should be used, whether in cooking, drinking or bathing.

Very cold water congests the coats of the stomach. The state of the circulation should be as good on coming from a bath as upon going iu to it.

The science of proventation is the best method of cure. Keep down a man's ailmentiveness and you have the strongest grip on the baser forces of his nature: the desire to eat is the most powerful central force in the sensuous nature of man.

Give to the people good health, and you change their moral status. Sickness is the greatest moral evil existing in the country to-day. Could we banish that, we should practically close up our penitentiaries and tear down our jails.

The money paid annually for doctors' bills exceeds that paid for taxes. Our brain workers eat food, a ton of which will make less nerye than half a ton ought. Tills Is why "so many thinking men all over the land break down prematurely.

Wheat is the food of foods. Itoans are also concentrated food, and should lw consecrated.

Barley ranks next to corn for fattening, bui is joor nerve food. Wheat and rye are the best kinds of grain for renewing the various tissues of the body.

Whatever builds up the body in making new tissue, bone, nerve, muscle or membrane, is food but nothing may be called food which does not help repair the waste of the physical triune. Articles of diet having no nutritive qualities are, however, needed by tho system.

THK Carson City (Nev.) Appeal saysSt. Jacobs Oil is good for rheumatism, neuralgia and a thousand different ills.

DO YOU h'i\0 H'

That a little water in butter will prevent it from burning when used for frying?

That a little saltpetro worked into butter that has become sour or rancid, will soon render it sweet and palatable?

That pennyroyal distributed in places frequented by roaches will drive them uway?

That wild mint will keep rats and mice out of your hotise? That'llve quarts of boiling water poured on a package of nearline will make excellent soft soap? Let it remain over night to harden.

That lime, sprinkled in tire places during the Summer months, is very healthy?

That Spanish brown, mixed with a little water, will make the hearths look pretty? A pound costs ten cents and will last two or three months use a littlo at a time.

That leaves of parsley, eaten with vinegar, will iirevent tho "disagreeable consequonces of tainted breath from eating onions?

That oil paintings, hung over tho mantelpiece, are liable to wrinkle with the heat?

A PLEA SV1 .V EX PER IM ENT WITH SALT. Do you want to grow salt, and, at the samo time, have an interesting, handsome ornamont The proceeding is a novel chemical experiment that may bo tried by any one. Put in a goblet ono table spoonful of salt and one spoonful of bluing till the goblet two thirds full of water ami set in a position where it will have plenty of warmth and tfunliglit. In a little while sparkling crystals will comnioncc forming on the outside of the glass, and it is both a novel and interesting sight to watch it gradually growing day by day until the outside of tlio goblet isentirely covored over with beautiful white crystals. Another variation of this beautiful experiment would be to take a goblet with the base broken off and fasten it in the center of a thin piece of board, which may be roujid, square or oblong. After tho crystals have formed on tho glass, set it on a tiny wall-bracket ami place a bright holiday or birthday card in front of it this will hide the base, on which no crystals will form. After this is done fill tho goblet with flowers or dried grasses, and you will have a vase which will cost comparatively little, and in reality adds to the bric -a-Vr.ic of the room.

Or.n, clean newspapers are excellent for laying under carpets. Put a light layer of straw upon them. The dust will not ariso when sweeping is ne, but will pass through onto the pupor.

FOR increasing the physical and mental strength,and augmenting the faculty of end II rain*, nothing acts so like a charm as Brown Iron Rittors.

11»e Hej-ntone ol'llenlih. IIow can you expect to feel well, or even enjoy life, when

you

a hacking cough? The

go abojit with

fool,

in his wis­

dom, says there is no cure for it, but the wise man hies him to Groves A Lorey drugstore, and gets a bottle of Dr. Rigelow"s Positive Cure, and at once geis well. A trial bottle costs nothing. (4)

Mfck Headache i-'or Hie relief and cur#-of the dlMreK*liiK afllietlon take Hlminon's Liver Regulator. .tlnlMrlM. so II a avoid nttneks by occasionally taking a dose of .Simmon*' Liver Regulator to keep the

ver in healthy action. Conatl gallon KhotiUl tiotbe regarded as a trilling ailment. Nature demand.- the utmost regularity of the bowel*. Therefore aw,let Nature by taking Simmons Liver Regulator, It Is so mild and effectual.

I'ilf*.

Relief is at hand fur those who suffer day after dav with 1'He*. Hi mrnoMs Liver Regulator has cured hundreds, and it will cure you.

Dyspepsia.

The Regulator wil) positively cure this terrible disease. We assert emphatically what we know to be true-

Colic.

Children suffering with colic soon experience relief when Simmons Liver Regulator is administered.

Buy only the Genuine, In White Wrapper, with red "Z." ,»• Prepared by J. II. /KILIN & O. nrnold by all DruK*i«t*."*«

WAXTED.

PERSON'Shavea

afflicted with PILES to address

me. I never falling cure, application made by patients without pain or inconvenience. Personal examination or visit not required. Positively no charge for treat-

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