Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 17, Number 37, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 March 1887 — Page 7

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THE JV1AIL. A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

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The empty liouse Is sod, and dark, and still. But by the shore and o'er the fair, green hiU I itsar tbo ccbolng laugh and voices shrill ,/ Of little ones at play, -fi

And sitting lonely thus I watch tbe Rlow— Tbo grand sunsettlng—ah, we loved it so, Wh-p, in its light, wo met so long ago—

Wc met and kissed one day.

I 'oolr along tbe road—no shadow falls Bly heart beats fast, bat still no fond voice calls—

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Where ghostly curtains sway.

II from their depths you should come forth to ni ht, JpO, touching mouth and eyes with kisses light. Could heal my wounds cad give mo life and sight,

What would I dare to say?

Ctald I daro to tell thee of tbe weary years JJcveft of Joy, tbo eyes grown dim with tears, lie fainting heart bowed down with bitter fears?

This only could I say,

Only tbe four fond words, "I love tbec still. With all a woman's dower of strength and will. While life shall last, while pulses throb and thrill,

I love thee, as that day.

Ah, me I no whisper wakes, no kisses fall. Only tbo shadows fill the darkening hall 'Thoa art n't rest, and I, in Life's sad thrall,

Must work, and weep, and pray.

When all the long, sad years have past me rolled Shall silver locks shine once again as gold, filial 11 be young who have grown tired and old.

When we shall meet-one day? —Mary Riddell Corley.

His Second Wife.

[Adelaide D. llollston In the Current.]

"I must say, Mildred, that everybody —I mean all your friends—were perfectly astonished at your marrying John Vernon," said Miss Lay, as she tossed her gloves off the little table before her, and settled herself comfortably in her «hair.

All my friends/ So that includes you, of course," said Mildred, with a little nervous laugh that was meant to hide her annoyance

W«11 ft 'Well/' and Miss Lay looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling, then again, "I •confess I was astonished! In the first place vour husband is verging on forty, an ago quite unsulted to your youth and lieauty, with a little complimentary nod toward Mildred, which the latter affected not to see—'"then you are his second choice, and tyiave too often heard you express your opinion of widowers In iron oral not to bo "One is privileged to change ones opinion, I suppose," interrupted Mildred, quickly and defiantly. "Of course! said Miss Lay, not at all abashed at Mildred's look and tone. "Hut the question is how you managed to uproot your strong prejudice*" "I don't think It absolutely neeossary for nio to rolftto how the wonderful change caino about," said Mildred, iniatiently, und with a look of suddon anor in her eyes. "Now, Milly, the is no noed of getting itngrv. You know I've always folt privileged to say what I pleased wit^»"A four of otlepding you," and Mint, rtam elevated her pretty eyebrows

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Mildred with a look of ant' "Knowing your disposition sy can't help wondorlng at yo,Qttho KepuWld^n Not llmt 1 find anything ob. .. in tho character ot Mr. VciJ*

"Knowing my gootl nature so well, utocUv 1 Miss Lay, with a laugh. "Now anfo-*s that your husband is forevor suunding the praises of Mrs. Vernon Number Ono." "Forever is a long word, and I shall vonfoss nothing of the kind, because it is not true," said Mildred, smothering a strong desire to box Miss Lay's ears. "I'll wager anything he's called you

Helen' a do/,en' times since you were married," said Miss l^iy, with provoking persistence. -Indeed, he has not, and if he should, 1 wouldn't mind it in the least,said Mildred, telling a, deliberate falsehood it It a placid face. "And that picture," remark Miss Lay, indicating with a sweep (f her hand the jportrait on tho opposite wall, of a fairinairod, blue-eyed woman, "I don't see sow von can have it always before you.

Let hie see, what Is that verse about, •black eyes and blue'! Oh, have in now:

The black oyo may sa.v: and worship my iuy. Bv adoring perhaps you may move me," lint the blue eye lutlf hid, Savs from under II* lid, "I love and am vourN If you'll love hie!" "Whv not have your picture underueath \v way or contract and label it •Mrs. John Vernon Number Two?' 'It was my own request that the picture should not be removed," said Mildred, utterlv ignoring tho last question, while the sudden ominous sparkle in her dark eyes warned Miss I jay that she was venturing too far. k|Hn't mind my nonsense, Milly. You know I was never serious in my life, and I reallv couldn't rfesist the ternlatiou to tease vou a little this morning. I am sure 1 meant no offense. Now, Millv, please don'tassumethat high and inigiitv air whh me, it never did have the'least effteet. Well," seeing that Mildred still looked annoyed, "justattribute remarks to jealousy, sheer jealousy. That fact is," rising and drawing on her gloves, "we all enVv yon. I wore my sweetest- smile for John Vernon in vain 'for more than a year, and I telle Hunter gave up the only chance she, had to go abroad, thinking that he wt uld surely itsk her to marry him, but he didn't. Well, I must be going. I suppose it is quite useless to a«K you to couve and see we soon, for now that you've got home you'll be too utterly happy to car® for the soeietv of your old friends.'' "I shall'never be too busy nor too happy to see my old friends," said Mildred, w'armlv, through her face still wore a troubled look. "Tell me, Untie sho added, suddenly, "do all my old friends predict that I shall not be happy?" "Nonsense!" exclaimed Miss Lay. "Didn't I sav we were all full of envy and jealousy? You are not really vexed with me, are you, Mlllv? You atill count me as your lest friend?" "I'nUl you prove an eo^my," said Mildred, lightly, not answering the first question.

Miss Lay was a little vain, a little shallow, and not at all bad at heart, and when she parted with Mildred that morning, she had not the smallest idea.

of the sting her thoughtless words had left behind. Alone, Mildred asked heraelf for the first time ill her life how it was possible she had ever tolerated the young girl who had just left. In her present state of mind it seemed preposterous that she should have entertained oven the slightest feeling of self-contempt that until now she had looked upon Lizzie Lay as her warmest and truest friend. "Yet why should I worry over the senseless chatter of a silly, frivolous girl?" she asked herself, as she went back to her pretty room, and, taking a book, sat down by tbe window to read, and the firet thing her eves fell upon was the words, "From John to Helen," written in her husband's bold hand on the flyleaf. "Her book!" she said, feeling a sudden

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ang of jealous pain for which she could have accounted, and almost unconsciously she laid the book aside.

They had been School-mates, Mildred Lawson and Lizzie Lay had spent their common vacation together, either at Mildred's home, or in the pretty little western town where Lizzie lesiaed. It was at the latter's home that Mildred had formed the acquaintance of John Vernon, and after a short courtship, consented to become his wife. It was a matter of much surprise to Mildred's friends when it became a settled fact that she was to marry Mr. Vernon. Knowing her strong aversion to widowers, and her rather eccentric notions upon the subject of marriage, it is not strange that many wondered at her choice, though it is quite probable, that envy was at the bottom of much of the gossip. For years mothers had schemed and planned, and daughters had worn their sweetest smiles in order to captivate John Vernon, but he had been proef against all until he met Mildred £awson. Then those who had concluded that he would never marry again were obliged to acknowledge, that, however faithful he, had seemed to be to the memory of his doad wife, he was certainly deeply in love with Mildred.

Mildred had been a wife four months —quite long enough to begin to realize that marriage meant something more than a beautiful home over which no shadow would ever fall, and a husband who would always be blind to her marriage she had Deen hurried into a vortex of gaiety, visiting, and sight seeing, which left her no time for reflection. So she had continued to view life, married 11 fo at least, through rose-colored spectacles, until Miss Lay's visit, two days after the home-coming. Then it seomed that her eyes were suddenly opened to the fact, that, as John Vernon's wife, she would be constantly reminded, in a hundred different ways, that not only was she her husband's second choice, but that she occupied the second place in his heart. "1 should have thought of all this beforo I consented to marry him," she told herself bitterly, her eyes wandering, in spite of herself, to the portrait on the wall. "And yet he might have spared me the pain of finding something every day to remind me of her," she added, with childish unreasonableness, forgetting that only a little while ago she had protested that it was her wish that nothing should bo chanced about the house. "John should not have married such a foolish, jealous-hearted girl," she mused, with a sudden revulsion of feoling, as cu #he drummed dismally on the winclowjon«9 pertain olfieiU steady rain had thoir rttness

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Corners of Miss Lav's rosy 'Y.Pfttton, hours later and her down with sudden comical jerk thai. ,n|,mn,nt"yf6 under any other circumstances, would have pro\oked a laugh from Mildred. "If it were anv ono else hut.yoit, Lizzie, 1 wouldn't listen to such nonsense!'' ex•lalined Mildred, with a look of lofty scorn, "but knowing your frivolous nature so well, 1 can readily excuse

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forward though only this mornfessiofallod herself the happiest jw'tho world! How true it is /eriost trifles make up the sum Cn happiness or woo! Bccause of vroless words,-spoken in half-jest, wandered aimlessly from room torturing herself with a hunmo«»xing questions, until brain perattke achod, and sho was at from Mi1*, down and sob herself must you sudden start when

husband oamo in. "Have you a headache ITclenf" he asked, with much concern, coming over to the sofa and seating himself beside hor.

For tho first time in her lit§ bis wife repulsed hhn coldly:, "Mv name is Mihh-H, please renumber!"'she said, curtly, sitting up quite straight, while the sudden rush oT hot blood to hor face as suddenly receded, leaving her pale as death. "I'm sorrv I blundered," Vernon said, trving to (\raw her faco down to his shoulder. "Are .you angry with me, dear?'' "I suppose it is quifc? useless for ipo to be angry at what I shall very Ifckely ihavo to endure every day of my life" now* that we are at home where you have ho'tnuch to remind you of—of—the? past!" said Mildred, averting her tear-stained face, and withdrawing from hisnrms.

Vernon sighed, then bit his Up floBoely, to keep back an ail^ry retort. "Mildred," he suid. after a gloomy silence, "if they annoy you I will have these things rehio\fed," and he glanced at the picture on the wall, and then at tho books and hfTri-a-brnc, scattered around tho room. "You remember, it was because you requested it that I allowed them to remain." "1 thought it would please tfou to have them, and—and—I—I—imagined I would not care," stammered Mildred, on the verge of tears again. "Hut vou find that you do care is it not so?" Vernon asked, gently. Then without waiting for an answer, he said: "It piins me to see yon unhappy, so soon after our houie-coming. Has anything happened to vex you to day, darling?" "if yofiAaly womWhY forget and call me HetcA^H§bbed Mildred. "I will Ue more careful in future/' promised Vernon, as he took her in his arms and kissed away her tears. "I know I am a silly, jealous creature. John," and Mildred's arms were around liis neck, and her hot cheek laid close to his, "but I do want to think that von never loved anyone as you love met" "You know I love you fondly and truly, above all other women," said her husband, drawing her to his heart. "That is not answering my question properly,n said Mildred, her jealous neart prompting her to claim a stronger statement. "Then what is it you die wish nie to say? asked Vernon, a little Impatiently, it'must be confessed, for be was both surprised and annoved at this sudden and unlooked for display of jealousy.

You should say tnat I am the only woman yon ever really loved," said foolish Mildred, as if any man ever reached the age of forty without having a loveaffair of some sort. •It would be wrong for me to make auch an assertion, since it would be telling you an untruth." said Vernon, gravelv. ""Mildred, do you want me to say that I didn't love Helen?" he asked, in a low, pained voice.

Mildred was stubbornly silent. "Because, If you do, you are not the sensible woman I have believed you to be," he said, his dark, handsome face growing pale and stern. "One can love but on*. There can be no second love!" said Mildred, hotly. "If this is your belief, you should have remembered It when I asked you to marry me," said Vernon, coldly, rising and pacing the floor. ,.

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A spirit of perversity prompted Mildred to sav: "It would have saved me much and perhaps a lifetime regret had I memberea it." "Mildred," and Vernon stopped in his rapid walk and took her hands in a close clasp, "you can't mean what you have just said! Say you were not in earnest unless you want to make me miserable!' "You can't be more miserable than am!" said Mildred, with a little sob. "I have btfen the happiest man in the world for four months—until to-day,' said Vernon, quickly. "I suppose the home-coming has given you unpleasant thoughts," said Mildred, who was in perfect passion of unreasonable jealousy and anger. "You have given me unpleasant thoughts," retorted Vernon, losing patience, and speaking in a quick, angry voice. "Mildred, answer me truly, are you sorry you married me?" "I am simply what it is to be a second tci/ef" said Mildred, bitterly. "You are angry and unreasonable just now," said Vernon, quickly, though he had grown white to his lips. "When you are calmer, perhaps, you will take a more sensible view of the matter, and dropping her hand, lie adruptly quitted the room.

When they met at dinner both were moody and reserved, yet frigidly polite, though beyond a few commonplace remarks no words were exchanged.

The meal over, without a glance at her husband's face, Mildred retired to her room, while Vernon, making no effort to follow her, lit a cigar and left-the house.

Days and weeks passed thus, Mildred too angry and stubborn to confess herself in the wrong, Vernon too proud to in trude where ne believed he would be un welcome. Either purposely or through neglect, the picture and books were not removed, ana Mildred without consulting her husband, quietly took possession of a room in the south wing of the house and made no further allusions to her wrongs whether fancied -6r real.

Vernon spent his evenings in the room his wife had vacated, and it was small comfort to Mildred to know that if he was alone he was -Constantly surrounded with mementoes of his lost Helen. "Even her picture is dearer to him than I can ever hope to be!" she told herself, bitterly, when on crossing the hall, one evening, she saw her husband standing before the portrait, his face wearing a strange, absent look.

Vernon was too deeply hurt at his wife's coldness to notice that she was daily growing thinner, and that her eyes were constantly dim with unshed tears. Pride, anger, and bitter resentment were raging in his heart, and he stubbornly refused to believe that Mildred was longing for a reconciliation With the obstinacy of one who believes himself deeply injured, he determined that Mildred should be the one to break down the barrier her own hand had raised.

In these long days and weeks Mildred was fast learning the sad truth that each added hour of coldness and silence was drifting them further apart, and she shuddered at the thought of what the end might be. "Our marriage was a wretched mistake!" she said to herself, one night, when Vernon with a careless kiss and "good night," had gone out, and she realized that another long, lonely evening was before her. ''What a miserable farce it is!" sho exclaimed aloud, "this exchange ef polite greetings, these cold caresses that mean nothing! Why should we trouble ourselves to blind the world to the bitter truth? Sooner or later it will be found eut. He is happier when away from me, and am miserable in this house. Why should I stay here lonely and unhappy night after night, when they want, and miss me so at home? I will not bear it an other day!" she added, passionately, a sudden "determination coming to her, born of her anger and loneliness. Throwing aside the book she had been pretending fco^read, sho donned cloak and hat, and, notwithstanding the lateness of. tho hour, hurriedly left the house.

"Is Mr. Vernon out of town that you have condescended to, pay me a vi^it? Surely you didn't walk and it raining and almost dark?" and Miss Lay hastened to remove Mildred's wet cloak. "Why, Milly!" with a glanco at tho while, set face, "you have been crying! Is anything wrong?" and her face that, at sight of Mildred had dimpled all over witff smiles, instantly grew Sober.

Mildred sank into a chair before the cosy tiro while Miss Lay established 'hersolf on a low stool. "Havo you had bAd tier's from home?" she continued, as Mildred held her hands in the warmth of the fire without speaking. "No it's about John. Wo quarreled, aud—and, oh, Lizzie, I am so unhappy!" and, laying hor head in Muss Lays lap,

Mildred sobbed out the whole miserable story. "You foolish child!" exclaimed Miss Lay. "I don't wonder that John was ai)gry!" "So you think I was wholly to blame?" said Mildred, with flashing eyes "and after saying what you did about marryinur a widower, too." "I understand now it was ray foolish words th&t caused all the trouble. My silly tongue is forever getting me into a scrape," said Miss Lay, in a tone of genuine regret. "It would haye been the saibe if you hadn't said a word," exclaimed Mildred, passionately. "Sooner or later I would have found out what a terrible mistake I have made4" "Stuff and nonsense!" cried Miss Lav, with a sniff. "I have always thought you a sensible girl. Mildred, but I must confess that you are acting very foolishly now." "I suppose I have no right to complain, as I was not forced into this marriage, but I certainly expected some sympathy from r/oit,'' said Mildred, in an injured tone. "As itseems quite useless to explain matters I will not tronble you further," and she rose as if to go. "Sit down, you unreasonable child, and tell me what you want me to do," said .Miss Lay, drawing her stool nearer the fire. "I in sorry you're so unhappy, though I don't see that you have any cause to be so wretched and heart-broken. You have it in your power to be the hap giest woman in town," she continued, as Mildred, with a heavy sigh, resumed her seat.

Certainly Miss Lay was displaying more fore-thought and wisdom than one would have expected from so shallow and frivolous a creature. "What can I do for you, Mildred?" she asked, after a little silence. "You can let me stay with you till morning:," said Mildred, with sudden, eagerness. "I—1—am—going home tomorrow," her voice faltering a little. "I couldn't bear to stay another night in that house!" "Mildred, you are not in earnest?" and Miss Lay's bine eyes opened wide with astonishment. "But I km In earnest, very much in earnest," returned Mildred, quickly, her voice growing firm again. "I aee no reason why I should stay here and be miserable when they want me so at home, the boys especially. Jack writes that tather mopes all day, and Tbm has

broken his arm, and things are getting topsy turvy, and "A pure fabrication of Jack's," interrupted Miss Lay, "just written to fill up space. And you want to leave your beautiful home and a husband that worships the very ground you walk on don't shake your head in that scornful way, for it's true—to go back to those horrid troublesome boys! Well, I only wish that John Vernon had asked me to marry him!"

Mildred laughed in spite of herself at the owl like gravity of Miss Lay's look and tone. "That's better, and goes to prove that you're not half as wretched as you imagine. Now, Mildred, the right way to manage a man is to make him believe that he's the only man in the world worth looking at." "Is that all?" asked Mildred, drylv. "Yes." "Then I'm afraid I'll never learn how to manage a man," said Mildred, with a little curl of her lip. "See here, Mildred, yon know you're in the wrong, and it's your business to set matters right again," said Miss Lay, beginning to loose patienceand to realize that she had a rather difficult task before her. "I know John Vernon better than you do, if he is your husband, and I know just how sensitive he is, and how easily you have made him believe that he is too old and quiet for you, and that he has tried you with his simple, commonplace ways. I know, too, that he's just miserable over this little—what shall I call it?—misunderstanding. "Do you really think he *'«•»"1 Mildred, unbending a little. "I am certain he is. How can he be anything else? Now, Mildred, go home, like a good girl and mak# your peace with him."

Mildred burst into tears, and taking her silence as a good sign. Miss Lay hastened to follow up her advantage. "I'll send you nome in a carriage," she said, as she helped Mildred on with her cloak and hat. "Tell John you felt lonely and ran over to spend an hour or two with me," she addea, as she kissed Mildred good-by. "Lizzie, I believe I was mad a little while ago," whispered Mildred. "You have saved me from a life-time of misery and regret! And you will keep my secret?" she added,^pleadingly.

A pressure of the hand was her only answer, and looking back Mildred saw that h*r blue eyes were fnll of tears.

At half past eight o'clock, contrary to his usual custom., Vernon returned hoftie. Could it have been the memory of Mildred's sad, wistful face that spoiled his evening's pleasure and' hurried him home? if two or three hours of aimless lounging in the club roems could be called pleasure.

The truth was he was getting tired and restless over this cold silence and restraint, for which, according to his idea of right and wrong, he wasjnot to blame, yet he longed to make his peace with Mildred, longed to take her in Jiis arms and kiss away her tears, and assure her ber over and over again how dear she was to him, and how much he missed the sweet companionship that had been theirs until this cloud came between them. To-night, for the first time since their estrangement, his heart softened at the memory of her pale, weary face. "I have been a brute and a fool!" he said to himself. "I sheuld have remembered that she was young and thoughtless, and. that her sudden outburst of jealousy was a proof that sho cared for me, perhaps, more than I deserve. I wonder if I made a mistake in asking such a childish crea1 ture to marry me? No doubt she would have been happier as the wife of a younger man."

Closing the door of his room softly, he crossed tlie hall and looked into his wife's room. Afire burned cheerfully in the grate an open book lay on the .table, and a pair of dainty, embroidered slippers had been thrown carelessly by the fire. On the open book lay a little glove with the faint per fume of valets clinging to it. How vi«dly everylhing suggested theprcponce ojj his young wife, and yet the room was vacant!

A sadden, vague foreboding siezed him, as ho pushed the door open and went in, then with a little nervous laugh he sat down before tho fire. "How foolish I am, she has only gone for an hour or two. It is qiiiW comfortable in hero I will wait awhile."

He fell to thinking, and tho more he reasoned, tho stronger was his conviction that he had been much, if not wholly, to blame for the present wretched state of affairs. lie recalled with' a. fueling of self-referoach that he had spoken harshly ana coldly, when a few kind words might havo 'set matters straight. "Yet she must know that I love her," ho said aloud, picking up the glove and pressing it to his lips. Then looking up suddenly, het saw, Mildred standing in the open door. "John!" and she came a step forward, her eyes shining, her voice full of pleased surprise. "I thought ysbn HM gone out anf—and—I ran over to Lizzie's a little while. I had no idea it was raining so hard," she added, as she removed her damp cloak and came nearer tho fire. "Lizzie sent mo home in the carriage," with a quick blush and a furtive glance at her husband. "Mildred," and Vernon drew hor down to his knee, "don't you think it about time you were devoting some of your spare evenings to me?" "And don't you think it about time you were quitting that hoirid club?" asked Mildred, hiding her face on his shoulder. 'After f^p-night it shall know me no more," said Vernon', earnestly, as he drew her closer to his breast. "I'm afraid you are too young to understand a crusty old fellow like me," he added, with»a sigh. "Nonsense, I am almost twenty!" said Mildred, with a happy laugh. "And I am forty," said Vernon, "a cross and crabbed "The dearest and best old fellow in the world!'" interrupted Mildred, with a fond kiss.

After to-night you are never to doubt me again," said Vernon. "Because"— his voice growing a little stern—"where there is not perfect trust them can be no happiness." "I don't see how we are going to be happy if you keep bringing up disagreeable subjects," said Mildred, with a little pout. "It is my nature to be jealous.' "And mine,"said Vernon, smothering a strong desire to laugh. "I expect to knock tbe first man down that dares to pay you an open compliment." "And I expect to be a martyr ia the future," said Mildred, with an air of happy resignation.

Miss Lay continues a frequent visitor at Mildred's home, and notwithstanding the reputation she bears of being a vain, shallow creature, a gossip, and mischiefmaker, she has convinced Mildred, at least, that she knows how to keep a secret.

Although Vernon, having always regarded Miss Lay as a woman almost devoid of brains and with very little heart, wonders sometimes at his wife's choice of a friend, he says nothing, because he believes that Mildred has tbe happy faculty of drawing out Miss Lay's —ia qualities, and, because In bis fond, oolish eyea, bis wife ia that creature of the imagination—a perfect woman!

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HOW MY SIDES ACHES. From the bench and thecounter. from the loom and sewing machine goes up the cry of pain and weakness. Aching Sides and Back, Kid-4nsHR-.ri.tiey and Uterine Pains, Trains and Weakness, Coughs, Colds and Chest Pains, and Ache of dally toil relieved in onehiinnte by the Cuticura Anti-Pain Plaster. New,elegant,and infallible. At druggists, 25c.: five For $L00 or of Potter Drug and Chemical Co., Boston, Mm

Tkc dripestle, th« dtkillUtcd, cr fNM CSCCM «f WOT* of wmlmA or My, tfrlsk or cxpesnre 1M

Malarial Regions,

will find Tstt** Pills the Mat ratal restorative ever •ffttwl tfce •afftrlsc iarsiM.

Try Them Fairly

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Fire—Insure Yourselves.

It is an established fact that the finest fire department in the werld is that of New York city. The champion fire engine company can harness up and get out of the engine house inside of two and one-half seconds. But this record is slow as the vengeance of the gods compared to the time made by "Pomeroy's Petroline Poroused Plasters" in curing Rheumatism and Neuralgic Affections. 25 conts buys it from any druggist. Insure yourselves at once by purchasing a plaster, have it in the house, and 1^3^ 'Damp, cold and storm, jg$

From night till morn,'V.

will not bring on Neuralgia.

Vitiated Blood

Scrofulous, Inherited and Contagious Humors cured by, Cuticura.

THROUGH

the medium of one of your

books received through Mr. Frank T. Wray, Dcuggist, Appollo, Pa., I becamo acquainted with your Cuticura Remedies, and take this opportunity to testifly to you that their use nas permanently cured me of one of the worst cases of blood poisoning, in connection with erysipelas, that I have seen, and this after having been pronounoed incurable by some of the best physicans In our country. I take great pleasure in forwarding to you this testimonial, unsolicited as It Is by you, in order that others suffering from similar maladies may be encouraged to give your Cuticura Remedies a trial.

P. ». WHITLINGER, Leechburg, Pa. Reference: Frank T. Wray, Drug't, Apolla,Pa

*T,'i Scrofulous Ulcers. JamefTir Richardson, Custom House, New Orleans, on oath says: "In 1870 Scrofulous Ulcers broke out on my body until I was a mass of corruption. Everything known to tho medical faculty was tried in vain. I becamo a mere wreck. At times could not turn in-bed was in constant pain, and looked upon life as a curse. No relief in ten years. In 1880 I heard of Cuticura Remedies, used them, and was perfectly cured." Sworn to before U. H. Com. J. D. Crawford. "V r*4

superiority of Corallne over horn or whalebone has now been demonstrated by over six years experience- It is more durable, mora pliable, more comfortable, and NEVER BREAKS.

The immense Bale of these Corsets ia now over 7000 daily. Beware of worthless Imitations boned with various kinds of cord.

None are genuine unless Dr. Warner's Corallne" to printed on inside of the steel cover. ______

FOB BALE BT ALL LEADING ME&G5AIIT8.

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Koutz's Powder# will Inrreive the qnnntltv of mllK and crenm twenty per cent., nnd make Uie butter firm Powder* will cure or prevent Aim net evkrT' Dibkask to wlilcli Horees nnd Rttle nre wiliject.

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IMPROVED PATENT

CHAMPION TRU88

Speelal Ktdil PUlftdt. CwtinnUl (fold lteial *»w OtImu. Prices within the reach of all. Sold by leading druggists and dealer* throughout the world. Manufactory, 010 l.ocust st. Plill.

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HORSE AND CATTLE POWDERS

FOUTZ

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v*R. If Foutt'a Powder* are tiwrt In time. Fontt'8 J'owder* will cure nnd prevent Moo CnoLS*A^» Foutt'8 Powders will prevent Oapes IS Fowts..

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Bold everywhere DAVID E. FOUTZ, Proprietor,* BALTIMORE. KD.

PENNYROYAL PILLS

"CHICHESTER'S ENGLISH." The Orifinnl end Only CJonnine. Safb and RpllaMn. Brwara of worthleM Imitation*. Indlapenublo to LADIES., A»k jour Ilrumld J" "Ohleheater's En«TI*h* and Uko 110 other, or friclooc (•tamps) to ua for partloulnri in Utter by return moll* NAME PAPER. Chlcbertcr Chemical Co., »818 Mndlnon l»qunrN Thlladiu, P*. Sold by OiHRctata erery wfcews Ask for "Chirite®, tor's £asllsun J'enayroyal Pill*. Tile nootbar.

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PETROLINE

A. trial will convince tho most skeptics! that they are tlie beet. They are medicated with capsicum and the aotive principle of petroleum, being far more powerful in their action than other plasters. Do not be induced to take other Masters which are inferior, hnt be sure and get tho genuine "Petroline," which is always enclosed in an envelope with tbe signature of tbe proprietors. The I'.W.P. Co., also above seal, in green and gold, on each plaster. Sold by all druggists, at 25 cents each, and our Agents.

J. J. BA TTR A SON, Terre Haute, Ind*

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RESTORED. Frec. A victim or youthful imprudencenualriK 1'rem*- i* ture Pecuy, Norvnus Dehility.LwtMHnboort.&o ,bn lutr

tried in vain every known remody, has lUaoovorwl Simple Holf-curo, which lie will send l'UUE to hie fellow-sufferers. Aildrojs a J. MA80N. Post Office Box 3179, New YorkCUtT

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HAY-FEVER

Cream Balm it net a liquid, snuff or powder* No injvriou* drug*. No offensive odor. Applied into each noetrilU quickly abiorM

A Quick Relief. A Portfire Cure.

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Ely Bretlirs, Origtists,

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Old paper*—large size*—for patting etc., aiutor carpet*, house-cleaning be hiul Hie Mail Office.

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