Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 17, Number 15, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 October 1886 — Page 2

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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE OCT. 2, 1886.

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A cloud sky fills all the west, 4^ And all the cast is dork and cold A stranger, tacking for his rest,

A shepherd gathers in his fold. To faith all doubting doors unlock To faith there is no foreign flock Tlio cloud, tho cold, the darkling dome Is framed of sunbeams arching home. Rolls yawning black a sullen sea,

With savage teeth that glisten white: Tho wolves of water snap, but he, The faithful, knows tis vain they bite For him all winds to havens blow, And all around him and below Tho howling waves, the billows' foara Are tho still waters flowing home. Though dark the sky and barred the fold,

And the wreck licth fathoms deep, Ho flndcth comfort in the cold, And life in the eternal sleep. And ull things toil to bring him good, And rest is in his tumult rude And ell things whisper to him, "Come, Abide with me, for I am home."

Bogus Bill of Creek.

Lost

[J. M. Morrill In the Current.] Up in the pines they called it Lost Creek. It had an Indian name that was difficult to remember and Htill more difficult to pronounce, which led Luke Spaider to give tho stream an English name that it carries to this day. The creek ran at the foot of high, pine-clad hills in fact, it Hconied but a bit of gleaming *ilvcr thread at the bottom of a deep gulch. Not a pleasant place, since the sun in its diurnal round peered into Ijost Creek gully only a little time near midday.

Luke Spaider was a venturesome pioneer, ana in the tall pines that dotted the hillsides and crowned their summits ho saw tho immenso wealth—untold thousands that would one day make !him a rich man. It was for gold then that Spalder located in this gloomy spot, "built a dam across tho bottom of the jrulch, and erected a mill at its foot.

An old-fashioned mill it was, with its ono inuley saw, but it was up with tho times, and by the early settlers was connidcred a great institution. Most of the lumber was "toted" to the river, a mile distant, and there rafted and floated to tho great lake, from tho shore of which it was sent to the growing young giant of the west, Chicago, in schooners.

Luke Spaider had a dozen men in and about the mill—tough, hardy fellows, qui to honest and agrooable in their way, and treated as enuals bv the pioneer mill-owner. Spaider had no trouble with his men until tho mill had been in oporation a year. The river had boon jammed with logs for many weoks, rendered it impassible for lumbor to be floated to tho great lake. At this time Mr. Spaidor found himself out of money and tho nation's holiday approaching. Tho mon must have something to celebrate on—nionov or liquor. The latter Luko Spaider did not use himself, and would not furnish his men.

Monov was not to bo had. "There's no u»4 talking^ tho boys won't wbrk muebflonger .without tSholif pay, Mr. Spaider,"Wid Silas llanney, the mill foreman, a genteel, rather dudish young follow, who had won tho esteem of tho mill-owner by his steadiness and apparent deep interest in his employer's welfare. "They're unreasonable, replied Luke Spaider. "They all know that I haven't sold a stick of lumber this season on account of the impassable condition of the river. I have plenty of lumber to sell, but it isn't worth a cent until token to market." "No. Couldn't you borrow tho money?" "No.

hard times for that. There

no money in tho country jiutnow. Tho ixys must wait." "And not celebrate?" "lam sorry, but I can't holp it, said

S pa id

"1'ui afraid there'll be trouble and thp foreman looked grave. "\ou see, tho boys all look up to Bogus Bill, and he's growlin' all tho timo he's mighty ugly, too-" "hill Conner?" "Yen. He's always making trouble, and a mighty shiftier soamp. He isn't, any good to you, Mr. Spaider." "I have begun to suspect as much, answered Mr. Spaider, with a troubled expression of countenanco. "Ho was once amwtod. 1 believe, for passing counterfeit money." "That 1s a fact. The fellow don't denv it, and it was only by tho skin of his tooth that he escaped. Bogus Bill is a bad man, and I don't feci easy with him about. If you will permit mo to discharge him "But without money to pay him I cannot do that," interrupted Mr. Spaider. "Wait a little 1 will soe tho boys and talk it over. If Bogus Bill proves too uglv I'll him otl'anyhow."

Tho two men separated, Mr. Spaider moving awav toward the mill, which was running at full pressure, the discontent among the men not yet having culminated in open mutiny. The millowner compressed his lips and looked verv stern and determined as he walked slowly along tho dam. Luke Spaider was a man oi nerve, and not easily cast down. Ho realised that there was some justice in the complaints and murmurings of the mon, yet, it was impossible to com pi with their wishes, the mill-owner felt that they ought to accept tho inevitable with good grace.

Luke Spaider reached the mill, and iwuscti near aside entrance, looking out on the pond alwvo the dam. The water looked mnddv, and dark shadows wore flung athwart the glimmering surface frim the steep sides of gulch, 'flic scene was in keeping with the mill-owner thoughts just then—darkly troubled. The men were *11 at dinner, and Spaider f«U that ho was alone. A sudden sound. Ituwevor, attracted his attention—the distant murmur of voices. Luke Spaider at once into the mill, and followed the sound until he came to a spot directlv over the groat water-wheel. Through an opening between a couple of planks he saw two men standing on a timber that spanned tho creek below the ijfvat wheel.

Luke Spaider bent forward and Ua-

"No use talkin', Jltn, we ter stand no nonsense. kin bring the old man ter terms if we ve a-mind

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it was the voice of Bogus Bill, and frown mantled the brow of the nullowner aa ho bent atill tower to listen. He did not approve of eovw-dropplng in the main, but if there wa* twins planned he wixhed to know IU *nd on the pitwtent occasion listened to the

conversation between the two men below without the least compunction. With intense interest Spaider awaited the man's answer. "I don't propose to interfere," said the second man. "Spaider and the boys kin fight th'er own battles. Mebber there'll be trouble, though. Ef ther is I mean to keep my finger out o' the fire, and you'd better, Bogus Bill

An oath deep and terrible, interrupted the speaker

know a goin' to do it. Ef old Spaider can't help it. He thinks me a coot anyhow, and I workin' fur under pay coz I haint got a good name. I'll git even with him yit."

Then the two men moved away, and the mill-owner heard no more. He had heard enough, however. Jim Dooly was loyal to his employer's interests, and Bogus Bill had singled him out for his persuasive powers. Had ail the other members of this crew succumbed to the

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of this villain? It might be so. uke Spaider resolved to nip the insurrection in the bud.

Passing out of the mill he met Bogus Bill just mounting the rise leading to the top of the dam. Dooly was some rods in advance, hurrying toward the boarding shanty as though he would avoid his employer. "I wish to speak with you, Bill Conner."

Tho man addressed, a stout, thick-set fellow, with shaggy beard and twinkling gray eyes sot wide apart under a low brow, came to a halt, and drew a huge plug of tobacco from his breechespocket, biting off a section, moving his immense jaws rapidly in the work of mastication. "Well, boss, I'm here."

At another time Luke Spaider would have smiled at the comical look on the face of Bogus Bill. As it was, he had a duty to perform, and he said, sternly: "I don't require your services any longer, Bill Conner. You need not go to work after dinner." "Eh? What's this fur? Haint I gin good satisfaction, Mr. Spaider?" "No, you have not. Come to tjie house with me. I will settle with you, and let you go. -I'll make no explanation, so it wont be worth your while to urge the question. I don't want you around the mill any longer."

The look that accompanied the words was sufficient to close the lips of the mill-man. Without a word he followed bis employer to the house, where the books were consulted. After a brief survey of the accounts, Mr. Spaider opened his wallet and tossed a dollar on the table. "I owe you just ninety cents, sir. I shall expect you to make yourself scarce tit nnpA "I hain't no change." "«o."

Luke Spaider moved bis arm toward tho door, as he had seAi one of the actors do on tho stage, once upon a time, in a Chicago theatre, and Bogus Bill shuffled away, after slipping the silver dollar into his capacious breecnes pocket. "The old cuss is durn generous," muttered Bogus Bill as he strode into the open air. "This comes of havin' friends. Ef that bogus money-yarn hadn't got here the start of me I'a a-been safe. Wal, I rockln Lost Creek won't see much of me arter to-night."

As ho passed along, a little child stood in his path—Bobby Spaider, the ouly hopeful of the lumberman's home. "Eh, little Bobby. Durn it, why'd you come ter meet a fellow? I'm goin' away, ehiok."

Bogus Bill bent down and lifted the boy in his arms, hugged him to his breast, and allowed him to clutch and pull his beard in childish gloe. Little Bobby had always been Bogus Bill's friejjtJVThe hugef band-fisted, rirdtena ex-oWnJterfoiterseemed to love the child, and many were tho. times that Bill and the boy rambled into the woods, or eaughtfish togethor from the creek below the groat water-wheel. "There, there, Bobby, that'll do. Can't stand this nohow. Good-bye, little kid, and 'member old Bill when he's gone. Mobbe ef I'd a had a boy like you of my own I'd a-ben a1better man."

Bogus Bill replaced tho boy on his feet and hurried from the spot. Little Bobby saw something bright glitter in the wideset oyes as the shaggy giant turned away. The bov, however, did not suspect the true cause of thorough man's emotion. "What a funny man—a dreat bid fellow like him to cry," said Bobby, in tell Ing of their last meeting to his mother some time later. "He was a bad man, Bobby, and I am glad he is gone," said Mrs. Spaider. "Dood man, dood man I liked dreat bid man," cried the boy, as he ran from tho house to meet his father, who frowned when he heard what little Bobby had to say about Bogus Bill, the ex-couuter-foiter. "I feel easier now that we are rid of him, "said Luke Spaider, as he loft the bouse to go to the mill late in the afteruoon. He was astonished to find the man he had discharged lingering about the mill, and again they met. The millowner was deeply vexed now. He believed Bogus Bill was planning to injure him and he met this big fellow with a harsh word. "I want you to leave, Bill Conner. If I catch vou hanging around hereafter an hour I*l\ see about using force." "I'll go," growled Bogus Bill, angry in turn, "but I'll git even wi' yo for this, Luko Spaider, I sw'er I will."

There was a vengeful gleam in the mail's eyes as he spoke, and his hugo hands wore clinchea tightly. "No threats, you scoundrel!"

As Luke Spaider advanced Bogus Bill retreated, and went across the dam. The millowner watched him as he passed to the bank and elimbed the steep hill, watched until the stalwart form was lost to view on the brow of the bluff, then turned about, and, entering the mill, forgot Bogus Bill and his threat for the time.

The discharge of Bogus Bill did not stay the flame that had been kindled ainong the men, and on the following day the crew refused to work unless the monev was promised them within fortyeight hours. "We can't stand it to go all summer 'thout a dollar," said one of the leading strikers. "Ef you can't git the rocks we'd hotter go to work fur someone as caw pay.''

On its face this seemed reasonable enough, and Luke paider felt ill at ease under the burden of the difficulties that surrounded hiui. "Boys, keep to work and I will see what can be done," said iht? mill-owner. "I will go to Milltown to-day, and, if possible, false some money for yon."

This was alt he could do, and with considerable growling the men went to their work. Before leaving Lost Creek for his journey the mill-owner consulted with his foreman. "I fear it will be next to Impossible tor me to squeese any money out of the Milltown lumbermen, but I can't do more than fail, and the boys must be satisfied in some way. I'm in a tight place. Hilas, tell the truth, and may as well make a confidant of you. I'm in debt too deeply to hope for help until I return." "You will be back to-morrow?" "If I raise the money, yea."

Luke Spaider was gone, and Silas Ran-

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TERBE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

ney stood with lowered brow, looking at the rude buildings nestling at the foot of the towering bluffs. He stood on the summit of the highest hill watching the gleaming waters of the pond, the serpentine course of Lost Creek after in came foaming from under the great waterwheel, watching and muttering for some time. "I know well enough how your busi ness stands, Luke Spaider," muttered the thin lips. "You aren't worth a sou markee now, and to-morrow you will be homeless ana, I believe, friendless. The boys are ready for anv dire work, and there's that in the black jug in the oilroom that'll whet their appetites, and set them to work in earnest. Money! Pay! Bah! you won't pay the boys, and you don't mean to. There'll be fun and rQvenge before morning."

Such an expression as then entered the eyes of Silas Ranney was terrible to be hold. He drew a small flask from his pocket, pulled the cork, and applied the nozzle to his lips. He evidently enjoyed the beverage, since he smacked his lips and chuckled as he replaced the flask in

This was the man Luke Spaider had left in charge of the family ana property during his absence. Ranney walked down the long dugway leading to the mill, having to pass the neat little story and-a-half cottage built by Spaider for himself. Little Bobby was playing in the dirt outside, while a comely matron sat by an open window sewing. Mrs. Spaider evidently had no suspicion of the combustible elments composing her husband's crew, and sang cheerfully at her work, as though no evil was brewing. A scowl mantled the brows of Silas Rauney as he regarded the scene. "I always hated that proud minx," he muttered, "and I'd like to bring her down a peg or two."

Ho passed on to tho mill. That day and night passed with no disturbance. The mill men relied on the promise made by Spaider, and resolved to give him an opportunity to redeem his promise to them.

At noon on the second day of Luke Spaider's absence, however, the men went to the mill growlingly, but not to work. "Thare's no use talking boys, the boss won't pay us our wages," said the foreman, in a surly tone. "He meant to put us off with a promise, as he's done before. I know some things, boys, that would make you staie if I'd tell 'em to you. Luke Spaider couldn't pay if he would. Every stick of his lumber's mortgaged."

This announcement fell liko afire into dry combustibles. The men refused to lift the gate, and during the afternoou the sound of the old muley saw was not heard in the valley of Lost Creek.

Now was tho time to introduce the black jug, and Silas Ranney was equal to the occasion. Before the shadows of night fell every member of the crew was happy drunk on as fiery liquor as ever was sold. Some were merry over the situation, while others were fighting mad. "Let's fire the drun'd old mill," sug-

ested one. Against this, however, Silas tanney warned them. He was not the one to "place himself in the clutches of the law, madly and foolishly.

Night shadows fell, and Mrs. Spaider hugged her boy to her bosom, and with an indefinable fear in her heart waited anxiously the return of her husband. Would he come that night? He had had plenty of time, yet if he had trouble in raising money lie might be absent another night. The cook from the shanty came in and tried to reassure Mrs. Spaider. He was the only man who had not joined tho crew in a drunken carnival. His pale face and nervous manner, however, were not as reassuring as the. man's words. At "Mobbe you might go up on theTnill and stay till the boss comes,' suggested the man. "I shall not leave my home,'' was the answer Mrs. Spaider gave, and the cook made no further remark. Ho soon after left the woman to herself. Yells and curses filled the air without. Pandemonium seemed let loose along the course of Lost Creek.

Night shadows deepened. Bobby's head fell against his mother's shoulder, and the lisping voice said: "Bobby's so s'eepy."

It was indeed past the little boy's bedtime. His mother bore him up the narrow stairs to his low bed under the eaves, and left him there with his clothes still on. Back, with nervous tread, to the room below, and without lighting a lamp, the pioneer's wife resumed ner place at the open window. She was not to remain long here, however.

The yell of drunken men had died out, and an ominous silence reigned'over the valley of Lost Creek—the silence that precedes the storm.

What is it that causes Mrs. Spaider to suddenly clench the window ledge and lean out into the night, the pallor deepening in her face? Something terrible it must be, for the whole frame of tjie woman trembles visibly. A bright, tiny spark flashes out yonder in the gloom, below tho dam. Only a spark at first, it grows to a forked red tongue of flame. "Fire!"

With a gasp Nancy Spaider sprung to her feet, and, snatching a bonnet from a chair, sho sped quickly out into the sum

"The mill is on fire!"

At this instant a mad yell broke from the silent gloom, the howls of liquormaddened men, who rejoiced in the destruction of that which would deprive themselves of profitable employment.

A bright light gleamed out suddenly, and the mill seemed one sea of flame at one fell flash. The darkness fled away, and a sickly glare welled tip and touched tho tops of'the farthest pines on the far summit of the bluffs'overlooking Lost Creek. A dark, slender form sped past Dan Bell, and rushed away toward the burning mill. Even at this moment an other form loomed up near the rude cottage of the mill-owner.

A pallid face, with red, gleaming eyes and matted hair—a man with unsteady step, with heart and soul seething under the influence of liquor. A moment he paused on the cottage threshold and gazed after the swift-flying form of Nancy Spaider a clenched fist was shaken toward the fast-consuming pile below the dam, and then the cottage walls hid the man from Sight.

The blazing mill presented a grand, awe-inspiring sight, and it did not fall to have its effect. Awed into silence, groups of men stood boldly outlined on the aam, watching the howling flames. A speeding female form burst into the group—the mill-owner's wife, white and frightened. "Can't you save something, men?"

No .one answered this appeal. How could they when brains were muddled with the fires of hell? These men would soon be stretched, as were some of their comrades, in drunken sleep on the ground. An insane stare, a few maudlin muttering* alone answered the wife's appeal. She turned from them with a groan, sank in a helpless heap to the

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round, her bands covering her face. a little time thus and then a new

horror brought her to her feet with a great cry. "The house! Oh, my God!'

Reeling, Nancy Spaider left the group of strikers and went over the ground on her return. The house was on fire—it was blazing from window and door, a mad flame, that had made good headway before being discovered. Had had the house cbaght? Had the same incendiary torch been at work there? These questions did not come to Nancy Spaider's heart then. She thought only of her child, and ran rapidly up the incline toward the burning house.

Directly toward the flaming portal the woman sprang, and would have entered the burning nouse had not strong arms held her back, the arms of Dan Bell, who had just hastened from the mill in time to prevent Mrs. Spaider from committing self-destruction. "Let me go! let mo go!" screamed the now frantic mother, struggling in the arms of the cook. But he held her fast He knew the danger if he did not. "No use, MM. Spaider you'd die in tli6r6t" "My child! Bobby! Bobby!" screamed Mrs. Sp&ider. "Is he in there?" "Yes, yes. Oh God! must he die there, and I, his mother, do nothing to save?"

Even at this moment a rod flame shot from the upper window, and burst out in great sheets along the eaves. The chamber above was a furnace of flame. Bobby had indeed met with a horrible fate. One great cry, and then Nancy Spaider lay white and still in the arms of Dan Bell-

Half an hour later, when Mrs. Spaider opened her eyes, a dull red glow from the embers of the house filled the air, and above her, filled with earnest solicitude, bent the face of her husband. "Bobby!" "Hush!'' said the lips of the mill-own-er, but in his heart was an awful anguish, aud tears fell from his eyes. Bobby was dead. From Dan Bell Luke Spaider learned the truth the moment after he leaped from his horse on his return. What cared he for mill or house in that awful moment of affliction, tyrs. Spaider closed her eyes, and once again became unconscious. "Paper, the dreat bid man wants you."

Had an angel from heaven confronted him, Luke Spaider would not have beeu more astounded. Before him stood Bobby, his golden curls all signed and brown, a little blistered hand laid on his coat-sleeve. Instantly the stout man caught his boy and pressed him to his heart, llow had the flames given back tho dead? Tears fell like rain now on the upturned face of the boy. 'Tome, papa."

The boy struggled to the ground and pulled at his parent's hand. He did not seem to notce his mother, who reclined mound, with the faint red on a grassy glow touch

ling her pallid face. ng'

Tome quick, papa, the bid man wants you." Instinctively the mill-owner followed in the foot-steps of the boy, Dan Bell end the fainting woman.

Beyond the burning ruins of the house, down into a deep hollow,, where a spring bubbled forth, reclining beside the ring was a strange-looking creature, as it man or beast? A pair of bright eyes gleamed from a blackened countenance, about which all hirsute substance had been burned. "I'm glad you came, Mr. Spaider."

The voice sounded familiar, yet Luke Spaider failed to recognize the man until hfknelt down aud peered closely into the blackened countenance. Then he uttered a low cry. "Bill Conner! What does this mean? You have been in the fire!" "The fire's used me up, boss," said the burned wreck, slowly. "I worn't no Tc?unt, nohow.' I've hung AbtaUfr thfr creok ever sense day-afore yesterday. I didn't set the fire, nor haint hed a drop of fightin' whisky. I seed the fire at the mill, but not quick enough to put it out. I've kinder liked the kid, an' when I seed the house burnin' I jest made fur it." "And you saved my boy?"

A .smile, wan and sickly enough, touched the blistered face, and the wiaeset eyes of Bogus Bill fixed themselves lovingly on the face of little Bobby. "I reckin," he articulated, "I was watchin' outside when the marm put the kid in his little bed. I seed the marm down by the dam, and reckined Bobby wasn in jest the safest place in the world. HowTd I do it? tell ef I tried, boss.

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It was the voice of Dan Bell, the cook, as be sped forth from the men's shanty and stood faintly outlined against the dark skv. "The boys have gone too far."

!ouldn't

There was plenty

o' fire. I jest waded through and got the boy out. Twas hot, but it lied to be did. I set a heap on thet boy. He wor the only friend I had when you turned me off, boss.'

A sob closed the last sentence. The brawny hand of Bogus Bill lav in the palm of the mill-owner now. "You're a hero, William Conner "Not that, boss," interrupted the wreck of a once strong man. "I jest loved that boy, and so I did w'at I'd do fur no other livin' creeter. Ef 't hed been you I wouldn't a gono in thar. Bobby's a little feller, so I kivered him, and he didn't got burnt. Don't call me anythin' but Bogus Bill, boss." "Again, I repeat, you area hero. I'll

ve you abetter place than the one you and—" "Don't, boss I've swallered fire. I'll git a place over thar. I reckin but 'twon be one o' the nigh seats. I goin', and I don't hold no hardness agin ye. I wor bogus clean through." "Genuine gold!" exclaimed Luke Spaider. ,, "Bobby!"

The word was gasped out faintly. The boy sprang quickly to tho breast of the ex-counterfeiter. A look of more than womanly tenderness filled the wide-set eyes ere the film of death crossed them.

Soon, however, Luke Spaider lifted his boy from the arms of a blackened corpse.

Nancy cried for joy when Bobby was restored to her arms. In the ruins of the house a human skeleton was found, the last relic of the treacherous

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Silas Ranney,

who built his own funeral pyre. The mill and house were rebuilt. Bobby Spaider is a man now, but

once

each year he pays a visit to alone grave in company with his mother, ana the mound on the Lost Creek bluff is well cared for. The inscription on a rude stone reads: William Conner, One of the World's H&roe

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I suffered with catarrh 6 or 8 years tried many wonderful cures, inhalers, etc., spend-

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greater part of an afternoon. "SA returned at night and how matters stood he made with much difficulty, under the search of the boy. "Hello, pal Bobby, cheerfully, as his sire ap aached, "you been swearing, too?"

To Tourists and Travelers,

A mechanic never goes to wortvithout his tools. Neither should start on a journey witlioUt'being fully quipped by always liavinga box of Poi roy's Petroline Plasters in your knsack. In cases of Rheumatism^Jfe algia, Backache, etc., when you twioly far from a doctor, tue import! se having a plaster at hand cannot 1 estimated. Pedestrians, oarsmei bailers, cricketers, gymnasts, athletes will find it a trne friet releaving and curing Backache, of Chest, all pains and aches, it ply invaluable.

nearly one hundred dollars without beneflt. I tried Hood's Sarsaparilla, and was greatly improved." M. A. ABBBY,Worcester,Mass.

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Corner of 6th and Ohio sts.. Torre Haute, Ind. for ALL CHRONIC and SPECIAL DISEASES, Male and Female, MEDlCALor SURGICAL. Office hours r.9 to 12 1 to 5 and 7 to 8.

A TRIAL TREATMENT FREE in the following diseases, viz: OPIUM, morphine or laudanum HABIT, NEj^rOlM DISEASES of MEN and WOMEN, FITS or EPELEPSY and SORE, WEAK or.DfeFICIENT EYES.

The*follow!ng I will TREAT—NO CURE, NO PA Y, with a written guarantee, vie, CANCERS. 1UMORS, and OLD SORKS, 1APK WOR&!S, FISTULA, PILES.and ALL DISEASES of the RECTUM, without the KNI* E or CAUSTICS.

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consider letc, and i, having LARDO. outs, Mo

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I have suffered from Salt Rheum for tver eight years, at times so bad that I could not attend to my business for weeks at a time Three boxes of Cuticura and four bottles Re solvent have entirely cured me of this dread fnl disease- JOHN THIEL.

Wllkesbarre, Pa.

CVTICT7RA REMEDIES

Are sold by all druggists. Price Cuticura 50 cents: Resolvent, 81.00: Soap, 25 cents. Potter Drug and Chemical Co., Boston. Send for "How to Cure Skin Diseases." TT7 A TTTIFY the Complexion nnd Skin JUSliA. 1J by using the Cuticura Soap.

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Hood's Sarsaparilla is characterized bythree peculiarities: 1st, the combination of remedial agents ad, the proportion 3d, the process of securing the active medicinal qualities. The result is a medicine of unusual strength, effecting cures hitherto unknown. Bend for book containing additional evidences "Hood's Sarsaparilla tones up my system, purifies my bloou, sharpens my appetite, and seems to make me over?' j7l\ THOMPSON, Eegister of Deeds, Lowell, Mass.

Hood's Sarsaparilla beats all others, and is worth its weight in gold." I. BABBIKQTON, 130 Bank Street, New York City.

Hood's Sarsaparilla

Bold by all druggists. 91 six for $5. Made only by C. I. HOOD St CO., Lowell, Mass. =,

IOO Doses One Dollar.

Dr. BEN TOMLIN'S

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"By a thorough knowledge the natural laws which govern the opemtionH dlKestlon and nutrition, and b.\ -nivful -application of the fine properties -t well-M'loeted Cocoa, Mr. Epps has provkii it our breakfast tables with a delicately flavored beverago which may save us muny heavy doctors' bills. It Is by the Judicious use of such articles of diet- that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to resist every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to

wherever there is a weak point, we may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with pure blood and a groperly nourished frame. (.Civil Service

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Cream Balm is not a liquid, tnuff orpowder. Jfo injurious drugs. 2fo offensive odor. Applied into each nostril is quickly absorbed

A Quick Relief. A Positive Cure. 00 cent* at Druggists bv mait, registered, 60 cents. Bead for Circular aad Testimonials.

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asmss«i »niuiiio.--daws Mora'i Comfort Hip.

A trial will convince the most skeptical that they are the best. They are medicated with eapslcom and the active principle of petroleum, being far more powerful in their action than other plasters. Do not be Induced to take other plasters whlob are inferior, bat be sure and get {be genuine Petroline."* wbieh is alwsys enClosed In an envelope with the signature of the

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OHICAOO HANrrAiUUM for special treatment of actite nnd chronic diseases without medicine* Rheumatism speedily cured. Invalids who have failed to get relief from m*llcal treatment address, for particulars, DR I. P. OlilUUS, 879 Orchard HU, Chicago, Jy8-Sm. 5

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