Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 38, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 15 March 1884 — Page 2

*s£,„. THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, MARCH, 15, 1884

THE LITTLE COAT.

Here's his ragged "rouiiabout," Tarn toe pockets inside oat b»-e bis penknife, lost to use, .. Rusted snat with apple juice Here, with marbles, top and string. Is his dead "devil-sing," With its robber, limp at lastr As the sparrows of the past» Bees wax—buckles—leather straps— Ballets and a box of caps, Not a thing of ail, I guess. But betrays some waywardness— E'en these tickets, blue and red, For the Bible-verses saidSuch as this his mem'ry kept,— "Jesus wept." Here a fishing hook-and-line, Tangled np with wire and twine, And dead angle-worms, and some Slugs of lead and chewing-gum, Blent with scents that can but come From the oil of rhodium. Here—a soiled, yet dainty note. That some little sweetheart wrote, Dotting—1'Vina grows round the stump,' And—'My sweetest sugar lump!" Wrapped in this—a pad ock key Where he's filled a touch-hole—see And some powder in a quill Corked up with a liver pill -f And a spongy littljfebunk

Hamblin, laying down a boot upon which he was stitching an outer sole, and rising to make a ponderous, eleph antine excursion across the quaking shop to the earthen water-pitcher, from which he took a generous draught. "Well, Brother Snoll," said Mr. Noyes— they were members together of a secret organization, of which Mr. Snell was P. 6. W. T. F.—"aint you going to tell us? What—is this job? That is to say, what—is it?"

Brother Snell set his thumbs firmly in the armholus of his waistcoat, surveyed the smoke-stained pictures nasted on the wall, lookod keen, and softly whistled.

At last, he condescended to explain. "Preaching Uncle Capen'sfuueral sermon."

There was a subdued general laugh Even Mr. Hamblln's leathren apron shook. Mr. Noyes, however, painfully looking down upon his beard to draw out a white hair, niAiutained his serious expression. "I don't see much 'job' in that," he said "a minister's supposed to preach a hundred aud four sermons in each and every yoar, and thero's p]«nty more w.»tsre

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"O. K..'" said Mr. Snell "If 'taint no tmuutti, thitu But seeing'** you knoMT, vou npeotfy tbe materials lor pirtiituUr discourse."

V(r. tytM In iRe I a little dlaconcer ed. Well," he said: "of course, I can't set here and compose a funeral discourse, off-hand, without no writing-desk: but there's stock enough to make a sermon of, any time." "Oh, come," said Mr. Snell, "don't sneak out: particularise."

Why," said M«\ Noyes, "vou've only to open the leds of your Bible, and choose a text, and then: When did this happen? Why did this happen? To who did this happen and so forth and so on and there's your sermon. I've heard 'em so a hundred times." "All right," said Mr. Snell "I don't doubt, you know but as for me, 1 for one never happeued to bear of anything that Unole Capen did bat whitewash and saw wood. Now what sort of an autobiographical sermon could you make oat of sawing wood?"

Whereat Lmnder Baffnm proceeded, by that harsh, guttural noise well known to country boys, to imitate the sou ad of aawing through a log.

His sally was warmly greeted. "The minister might narrate.n said Mr. Blood, "what Uncle said to Issaohar, when lasachar told him that he charged high for aawing wood. "See here, says Uncle Capen, *s pos'n I do. My arms $* are shorter'n other folks^ and it takes me Inst so much longer to do it,'" "Well," said Mr. Noyee, "I'm a fair man: always do exactly right, ta the rule

I go by and I will frankly admit, now and hers, that If it's a biographical dlacourse they want, they'll have to cat corners." ••Pnwrt- y," said Mr. Snell "and that's just whit they do *v-- it," "Well, we said :Urn Kin labon i*lv r:*ink and f-'.r: :»f hi* jpaSacle- rato thw vi-?' MtlV •'i 'no ono -i, tJi'Osf :v Vvr

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Here's the little coat—but OI Where is he wev'e censured so! Don't you hear us calling, dear Back! Come back, and never fear You may wander where you will Over orchard, field and hill You may kill the birds, or do Anything that pleases you! Ah' this empty coat of his! Every tatter worth a ktes! Every stain as pure instead %r.^ As the white stars overhead And the pockets—homes were they Of the little hands that play ,J*OW i\o more—but, absent, thus

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[J. W. Riley in Ind. Journal.

Century Magazine.

The New Minister's Great Opportunity/

"The minister's got a job," said Mr. Snell. Mr. Snell had been driven in by a shower from the painting of a barn, and was now sitting, with one bedaubed overall leg crossed over the other, in Mr. Hamblin's shop.

Half a dozen other men, who h^d likewise found in the rain a call to leisure, looked up at him inquiringly. •'How do you mean t" said Mr. Noyes, who sat beside biro, girt with a nailpocket. "The minister's got a job?' How do you mean?" And Mr. Noyes 'assumed a listener's air, and stroked his thin yellow beard.

Mr. Snell smiled, with half-shut, knowing eyes, but made no answer. "How do you meau repeated Mr. Noyes 'The minister's got a job'—of course he has—got a stiday job. We knew that before." "Very well," said Mr. Snell, with a placid face: "seeiug's you knew so much about it, enough said. Let it rest right there." "But," said Mr. Noyes, nervously blowing his nose "you lay down this proposition: 'The minister's got a job.' Now I ask: what is it

Jifr. Snell uncrossed his legs, and stooped to pick up a last, which he prooeeded to scan with a shrewd, critical .. eye. "Narrer foot," ho B&id to Mr. Hamb lin. "Private last—-Dr. Hunter's said Mr.

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should fa* riment for *. *a his creditors. half on the dol. "Come in, Hunter, ea tbe yt at bis office door his chair, and put it "What's tbe news "Doctor," said Mr. he laid down bis bat chair "you told me to any information. Now ials for a sermon on old Mr.

The Doctor looked at him w. amused expression, and" then out a eurl of blue smoke, he watc as it rose melting into the general "You don't smoke, I believe he sai, to the minister.

Holt smiled and shook his head. &.:•& Tbe Doctor put bis cigar back into his month, clasped one knee in his hands, and fixed his eyes in meditation on a one-eared Hippocrates looking down with a dirty face from the top of a bookease. Perhaps the Doctor was thinking of the two or three hundred eotmplimentary visits he bad been permitted to make upon Uncle Capen within ten years.

Presently a smile broke over his face. "I must tell you, before I forget it,'1 be said, "how Uncle Capen nursed one of my patients. Years and years ago, I had John Ellis, our postmaster now, down with a fever. One night Uncle Capen watched—you know he was spry aud active till he was ninety. Every hour he wastogiv6 Ellis a littleicewater and when the first time came, he took a table-spoonful—there was only a dim light in the room,—and poured the icewater down Ellis's neck. Well, Ellis jumped, as much as so sick a man could, and then lifted his finger to his lips: 'Here's my mouth,' said he. 'Why, why,' said Uncle Capen, Ms that your mouth I took that for a wrinkle in your forehead.'"

The minister laughed. "I have heard a score of such stories to-day." he said "there seem to be enougn of them but I can't find anything adapted to a sermon, and yet they seem to expect a detailed biography." "Ah, that's just the trouble," said the Doctor. "But let us go into the house my wife remembers everything that ever happens, and she can post you up on Uncle Capen, if anybody can."

So they crossed tbe door-yard into the honae. Mrs. Hunter was sewing a neighbor, come to tea, was crocheting wristers for her grand-son. They were both talking at once as the Doctor opened the sittingroom door. "Since neither of you appears to be libtening," he said, as they started up, "I won't apologize for interrupting. Mr. Holt is collecting facts about Uncle Capen for his funeral sermon, and 1 thought that my good wife could help him out, if anybody could. So I will leave bim."

And the Doctor, nodding went into the hall for his coat and driving gloves, and, going out, disappeared about the corner of the house. "You will really oblige me very much Mrs. Hunter," said the minister, "—or Mrs. French, if you can give me any particulars about old Mr. Capen's life. His family seem to be rather sensitive, and they depend on a long, old-fash-ioned funeral sermon and hero I am utterly bare of facta." "Why, yes," said Mrs. Hunter. "Of course now "Why, yes everybody knows all about him/' said Mrs. French.

And then they laid their work down and relapsed into meditation. "Oh said Mrs. Hunter, in a moment. "No, though "Why, you know," said Mrs. French, "no—I guess, on the whole "You remember," said the doctor's wife to Mrs. French, with a faint smile, "the time he papered my east chamber —don't you—how he made the pattern come?"

And then they both laughed gently for a moment. "Well, I have always known him," said Mrs. French. "But really, being asked so suddenly, it seems to drive everything out of my head." "Yes," said Mrs. Hunter, "and it's odd that I can't think of exactly the thing, just at this minute but if I do, I will run over to the parsonagethls evening." "Yes,so will I,"said Mrs. French, know that I shall think of oceans of things just as soon as you have gone. "Wont you stay to tea?" said Mrs. Hunter, as Holt rose togo. "The Doctor has gone but we never count on bim." "No, I thank youj" said Mr. Holt "If I «m to invent a biography, I may as well be at it."

Mrs. Hunter went with him to the door. "I must just tell you," she said, "one of Uncle Capen's sayings. It was long xtf*. whf»» I wa* llrst murried. and came h«re. I had young

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Holt put on his hat, and with a smile turned and went on his way toward the parsonage bat he remembered that he had promised to call at what the local paper termed "tbe late residence of the deceased," where, on the one hundredth birthday of the centenarian, according to the pdet's corner: "Friends, neighbors, and visitors he did receive From early in the morning till dewy eve."

So be.turned his steps in that direction. He opened tbe clicking latch of the

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ana rattled tbe knocker on the front oor of the little cottage and a tall, motherly woman of the neighborhood appeared and ushered him in.

Uncle Capen's nnmarried daughter, a woman of sixty, her two brothers and their wives, and half a doon neighbors were sitting in tbe tidy kitchen, where a crackling wood fire in tbe stove was suggesting a hospitable cup of tea.

The minister's appearance, breaking the formal gloom was welcomed., 'Well," said Miss Matia, "I suppose the sermon is all writ by this time. I think likely you've come down to read it to as." 'No." said Holt, "I have left the actual writing of it till I get all my facto, thought perhaps you might have thought of something else." "No: I told yon everything there was about father yesterday,' ahe «Ud. "I'm ••tire yon can't lack of things to pat in: hv, father lived a hundred years—and taker, too, for he was a hundred years ad six days, you remember.** "You know.' said Holt, "there area Treat many things tH4 are very Interestto a man'a imr iate mends th# don* 'nterv the public." a W*ked to Mr. Small for con-

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"Yes, that's ao,*' din* wt**!y. I kit, a sw. father, waa a eentenarl»n," said Maria, "and so that makg# every true A/apr lean, cat

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it, for and that's fifty do you've sold tbe garden had the money,' says ti Uncle Capen, 'but that and eat up long ago

The minister smil with Mr. Small, and we The church was crowd ed the sheds horses we fences all up and do Funerals are always* country, and this one hai ment of attractiveness. ulation of the town, with a lively interest,-, Uncle Capen's progress birthday, expected no

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When Holt went out, J^e saw Mr. Small beckoaing him to come to where his green wagon stood under a tree. "I must tell you," he said, with an awkwardly repressed sm^e, '*»bout a trade of Uncle Capen's. He had a little lot up our way that they wanted for a school-ho use, and he agreed to sell It for what it cost him, and tbe selectmen, knowing what it cost bim,—fifty dollars, —agreed with him that way. But come to sign the deed, he called for a hundred dollars. 'How's thaV Says they 'you bought Captain Sam Bowen for fifty dollars.' *Yes, but see here,' says Uncle Capen, 'it's cost me on an average fifty dollars a year, for the ten-'years I've bad. manure and plowing and seed,

shook hands »ome. Horses filltied to the tbe streets, ilar in the double elete whole popping watched years back, ^hundredth me electrical

efiect, analogous to an opotheosis. In the front pews were t!»e chief mourners, filled with tbg cation of pre-eminence.

and Father Cobb arose ftfrblwi ductory remarks. He began with some remini9cdffces of tbe first time be eaw Uncle Capen, some thirty years before, aud spoke of view ins bim even then as an aged man, and of having romarked to bim that he was walking down the valley of life with one foot in tbe grave. He called attention to Uncle Capen's virtues, and pointed out their connection with his longevity. He had not smoked for soms forty years therefore, it the youth who were present desired to attain bis ago, let them not smoke. He bad been a totel abstainer, moreover, from his seventieth year let tbem, if they would rival his longevity, follow bis example Tbe good man closed with a feeling allusion to tbe relatives, in the front pew, mourning like the disciples of John the Baptist after his "beheadment." Another hymn was sung: "A vapor brief and swiftly gone," Then there was deep silence as the minister rose and gave out his text: "I have been young, and now I am old," "At the time of the grand review in Washington," be said, "that mighty pageant that fittingly closed the drama of tbe war, I was a spectator, crippled then by a gun-shot wound, and unable to march. From an upper window I saw that host file by, about to record its greatest triumph by melting quietly into the general citizenship a mighty, resistless armv about to f*de and leave no trace, «*x **pi h"r»* arid there a

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EVENING MAIL.

.lie loved and that loved ose cold, rigid face I now joined in one of those euvbrongs that made the visit «kn triumph. xii^o the world of nature, and tide panoramic scenes that have fore those now impassive eyes, nend's boyhood, there was no

p\ mode of swift communication oryJt jln great emergencies, to be 8are^BMHue'Paul Revere might flash bis be^n^ght from a lolty tower bat news crept slowly over oar hand breadth nation, and it was months after a presidential election before tbe result was generally known. He lived to see the telegraph flashing swiftly about the globe, annihilating time and space and bringing the. scattered nations into greater unity. "And think, toy hearers, for one moment. of the wonders of electricity. Here is a power which we name but do not know that flashes through the sky, that shatters great trees, burns buildings, strikeis men dead in the fields and we have lbarned to lead it, all unseen, from our house tops to tbe earth wo tame this mighty secret, unknown power down into serving us as a daily messenger and no man sets the limits now to the servitude that we shall yet bind it down to. "Again, my hearers, when our friend was well advanced in life, there was still no better mode of travel between distant points than the slow, rumbling stage cpach how many who are here remember well its delays and discomforts. He saw the first tentative efforts of that mighty factor steam to transport more swiftly. He saw the fiwt railroad built in the country he livecpaisee the land covered with the iron net work. "And what a transition is this 1 Pause for a moment to consider it. How much does this imply. With the late improvments in agricultural machinery, with the cheapening of steel rails, the boundless prairie farms of the west are now brought into competition with the fields of Great Britain in supplying the Englishman's table, and seems not unlikely, with this generation, to break down the aristocratic holding of land, and so perhaps to undermiae aristocracy itself."

So the preacher continued, speaking of different improvements, aud lastly of the invention of daguerreotypes and photographs. He called the attention of his hearers to this almost miraculous art of indelibly fixing the amount ex-

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of a countenance, and drew a as to the perdp|tnen( effect of oi

idaily looks and expression on those among whom we live. He considered at length the vast amount of happiness which had been caused by bringing pictures of loved ones within the reach of all the increase of family affection and general good feeling wnich must have resulted from the invention, and suggested a possible lifting of the civili zation of the older nations through tbe constant sending home, by prosperous adopted citizens, of photographs of themselves and of their homes, and alluded to the effect which that must have had in new immigration.

Finally, he adverted to the fact that the sons of the deceased, who sat before bim, had not yielded to the restless spirit of adventure, but bad found "no place like home." "But I fear," he said at last, "that the Interest of my subject has made me transgress upon your patience and with 'p^Wocd or two more I will close. remember what hard,jyyKi# things often arise within a single day, let us rightly estimate the

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ived a blameless life for a hundred years. When we remember what barm, what sin, can be crowded into a single momeut, let us rightly estimate the principle that kept him so close to the golden rule, notrfor a day, not for a decade or a generation, but for a hundred years. "And «ow, as we are about to lay his deserted body in the earlb, let not oar perceptions be dulled by tbe constant reputition in this world of death and burial. At this hour our friend is no longer aged wrinkles and furrows trembling limbs and snowy locks he has left behind him, and he knows, we believe, to-day,-more than the wisest philosopher on earth. We may study and argue, all our lives, to discover tbe nature of life, or the form it takes beyond the grave but in one moment of swift transition the righteous man may learn it at all. We differ widely one from another, here in mental power. A slight hardening of some tissue of the brain might have left a Shakspere an attorney's clerk. But, in the brighter world no such impediments p&bvent, I believe, clear vision and clear expression and differences of mind that seem worldwide here, may vanish there. When the spirit breaks its earthly prison and flies away, wbo can tell bow bright and free the humblest of us may come to be! There may he a more varied tru'h th«r

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iiieuilw-r tif that army, no earthly treasure could buy from me the thought of my fellowship with it, or even the memory of that great review. "But that display was more tinsel show compared with the great pageant that has lived before those few men who have lived through the whole length of the past hundred years. "Before me lies the form of a man who, though he has passed his days with no distinction but that of an honest man, has lived through some of tbe most remarkable events of all tbe ages. For a hundred years a mighty pageant has been passing before hitb. I would rather have lived that hundred years than any other. I am deeply touched to reflect that be who lately inhabited this cold tenement of 'da connects oar generation with -that of Washington. And it is impossible to speak of oae whose great age draws fcrgethertbls assembly, without recalling events through which he lived. "Our friend was born in this village. This town then included tlie adjoining" towns to the north and south. The region was then more sparsely dfettled, although many houses standing then have disappeared. While be waa sleeping peacefully in the cradle while he waa opening on the world childhood's wide, wondering evea, those great men, whose names are our perpetual benediction, were plannlngfor freedom from a foreign yoke. While he was passing through the happy years of early childhood, the fierce clash of arms resounded through the little strip of territory which then made op tbe United States. I can hardly realize that, as a child, heard as a fresh, new, real story, of the deeds of Lexington, from the lipe of men then young who had been in the fight or Ufttened, as one of an eager group gathaboot the fireside, or in the old, now deserted taverns on the tarn pike, to tbe story of Banker Hill. "And when, the yoke of tyranny thrown off, in oar country and in France, Lafayette, the mere mention of whose name Brines tears to the eye* of !Lm*no to the

commonly thoik, iH tbe Word*: The lu-t fhall Ix* first. "Let this* day lie remembered. Let us think of the vast display of nature's forces which wax made within tbe ionv «riod of our nefghl»r'ii life but let also letlm-t upon the blight pageant that i* now unrolling it*elf before him in wurlo."

That evening Miss Maria and her brothers, sitting in state in the little old house, received many a caller. And the conversation was chiefly upon one theme: not the funeral sermon, although that was commended as a frank aud simple biographical discourse, but the great events which had accompanied Uncle Capen's progress through this world, almost like those which Horace records in bis Ode to Augustus. "That's trew, everv word," said Apollos Carver "when Uncle Capen was a boy there waa not one railroad in the hull breadth of the United Statea, and

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think: why now you can go in a 'ullerman car clearn acroet to San Francisco. My daughter lives in Oakland. just across tbe ferry from there." "Well, then, there's photographing/' said Captain AbaL "It doea seem amazing, as tbe minister said: you set down, and square yourself, and slick your hair, and stare Buddy into tbe funnel, and a man docks his bead under tbe covering, and pop! there yon be, as natural as lire —if not more so. And when Uncle Capen was a young man, there wasn't nothing but portraits and minnytares, and these black-paper-and-acissor* portraits—what do they call 'em Yes, air, all that come in under his observation." "Yea," said one of tbe sons, "it'a wonderful my wife and me waa took setting on a settee, in the Garden of Eden—Hons and tigers and other scriptural objects in tbe background." "And dont forget the telegraph,"said Maria "don't forget that."

Trew," said A polios, "that's another tbicg. I bed a message come once't from my son that Uvea to Taunton. We was all so sca't and faint when we see it, that we didn't none.of us dast to dpen it, and finally the feller that drnv over with it bed to opoo it far as.*'

What waa there in it?*' said Mr. Small "(deknes* ?—death

No, he wanted bis thick coat expressed up. Bat my wife didn't get over the nderfal

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harpooning an idea chock right into your mind." "Then that was a beautiful truth," said Maria: "that father and Shakspere would probably be changed -round in heaven I always said lather wasn't appreciated here. "Weil," said Apollos," 'Us always so we don't begin to realize tbe value of a thing tall we lose it. Now that we sort o' stand and gaze at Uncle Capen at a fair distance, as it were, belooms. If be only hedn't kep' so quiet, always, about these 'ere wonders—a man realb in justice to himself, to blow his ewn horn—jest a little. But that was a grand discourse, wasn't it, now "Oh, yes,'' said Maria, "though I felt nervous for the young man but when you oome to think what materials he had to make a sermon out of—why, how could he help it I Aud yet, I doubt not he takes all the credit to himself." "I should really have liked to have heard Father Cabb treat the subject," said Mrs. Small, rising to go, and nodding to her husband. 'Twas a grand theme. But is was a real chance for the new minister. Such an opportunity doesn't happen not once in a lifetime."

The next morning, after breakfast, on his way home from the postofllce, tbe minister stepped in at Doctor Hunter's office.

Tbe Doctor was leading a newspaper. Holt took a chair in silence. ^The Doctor laid down the paper and e^ed him quizzically, and then slowly shook bis head. "I don't know about you ministers," he said. "I attended the iuneral I heard tbe biographical discoure I have reflected on it over night and now what I want to know is, wnat on earth there was in it about Uncle Capen."

The minister smiled. "I think)" he replied, "that ail-that I said aboat Uncle Capen was strictly true."

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BIck Headache and relieve all the troubles Incident to a bilious state of the system, such as DIszinesa, Nausea, Drowstaws, Distress after eating. Pain in the Side, Ac. While their most remarfi. able success

SICKrcoringInshownbeenhas

Headache,ye' Carter'sLittlo Liver Pills ara equally

all disorders of the stomach, and regulate the bowels. JBvca if they only cured.

HEAD

life

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Ache they would bealmost priceless to those wl» Buffer from this distressing complaint but fortttaatoly their goodnosadoos no tend here, and thoso who onco try them w:U find these little pills valuable in so many way a that they wiUiiot be willing (o do without them. JJut after all sick head

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Isthebane of flo many lives that here is wherei w» make our pre&t

boast* Our pills euro it whila

others do not. Carter's Little liver Pffla arc very pmall and very easy to take, Ono or two pills make a aose. I 1 A I I I A A

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They arc (strictly vegetable do not gripe c, panm, but by their jpentie action" pltkaee all who HBOthem.

In vials tit 85 cents live for $1. Son

fey druggista everywhere, or eant by mail. CARTER. MEDICINE CO., New York,

CORCS WHERE All ELSE FAIIS, Best Cough Syrup. Tastes (food. Use in time. Sold by druggists.

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"PETTIT$ EYE SALVE 43YRS0LD TODAY

Kftsy to use. A certain cnire. Not expensive. Three months' treatment in on» packii ^. Good for ("old in tlie Head, Headache, DIzzlneis. Hay tVver, Ac.

ssTwm than anytl no

II. ,'arren, Pa.

Fifty cents. ail Druggists, or )y mnlI. T. HAZELTINE, W

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Return to ua withjftj| S. A you'll get by A QOIDEH BOX OF BOODS,

ihat bring you In

M&RE MONET,

in One Month,

than anything in Amorfca, AnmhiteCertaintT*

Heed no capital M.

Sawing Made Easy

Monarch Lightning Sawing Machine?

FAST ind EAST mt

old »a saw!

CURAT,

ttch pi

Ima oTra iw-lnoh log in Br into suitable lengths for famil or losr-outtimf, it lspoerleMia:

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wood, and

TURIMcJ

HEADACHES

Are generally induced by Indiffcstlon, Fool Stomach, Coslivcncou, Deficient Circulation, or some Derangement

of the Liver and Digestive Syotom. Sufferers will find relief by the use of

Ay&r's Pills

to stimulate tho stomach and produce a regular daily movement pf the bowels. Hy their action on thoso organs,

Aybb'8 Pills

divert

tho blood from the brain, and rcllore and cure all forms of Congectlvo and Nervous Headache, Bilintin Hendaehe, and SicSc Headache and ly keeping tho lwsrels free, and preserving tho system In a iuaa'ihful condition, they lusurd immunity from Iuiu.ro attacks, T17

Oyer's Pills,,

DrJ.C.Ayer&Co.,Lowell,IV oa.

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Sold by all Drnp^st*.,. •. ft

Great

Consumption Remedy*

JiROWN'S

EXPECTORANT

Uani been hundred• of

COM.

never failed arrest and cure COS-«S4 HVMPTlOlf, if taken in time. ft

Cures Coughs. it Cure* Asthma. I p- $ It Cures Bronchitis. it

Cures Hoarseness-A It Cures Tightness of the Ch

'St.

Cures Difficulty of lireati ing

Brown'S ExpECjoif^N', I* Specially Beeommanded ftn WaoQPtJfe €QVGM*

It VfUi thorlen the duration of the and alZcriate the parnxyam of row to am to enable the ehilH to pau thnmgU without tmmeing any mtriot** consequence*,

PRlCEt 50c and $1.00.

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