Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 17, Number 43, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 16 April 1887 — Page 7
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THE_MAIL.
A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.
FELICIA—A MANDOLIN 150NG.
ATi the scarlet rine leaves! Ah, the sparkling •Cll! Ah, the hazy afternoon my lady ftmiled on ntel
Tho r.bite steps to the foam, Tbc boatman steering home, Her drew that swept the air, And sunshine braided hair. like the fleeting cadcncu of forgotten measure. Such days ever bring me the sweetest, saddest pleasure. Ah, the eyelictftehdp-: Ah,the bearing prood! Singing voice and Rqbtle meanings half allowed,
That thrilled mc as they went Like chance struck instrument. _,' Unto my dyin^ day That look and speech alway Bring that flushing autumn's overflow of g'ory. When I took life's rapture—on day's passion story! ^uef'ti of sun haired women. Jewel eyed and pray, Promise filled your sweetness, you bad no heart to pray.
But one's grace to me You lift in memory. That binds me evermore. Content your servitor. All that women woo by, slighted turns for aye. Since I keep your sweetness, your smile, Felicia I —Shirley Dare in N. Y. Mail and Express.
Renee.
(Lee C. Tfiirby (n Brooklyn Magazine*1}® Yen, my dear, I am back from the sed, I know I generally stay longer, but this timo I have had quite enough. Tho sea has altered Its tone, to my hearing. All its grand cliailta of praise died away into long, slow, solemn funeral dirges. M~ nerves could not stand it, so I camebac home for the life and bustle of Broadway to aet as a tonic and string me up to my old tonsion.
What was the matter? Well, I will tell you. You know I went down to the beach with the Walters. I mot them last year at ltookhampton, and we bargained to jjo to the beach together this summer.
One Saturday when the boat came in it brought tho principal actors in the drama: a family consisting of a gentleman and his wifo, Mr. and Mrs. Laurence by name, and with,thorn came a Mr. Guy Futint.
Mr. Laurence was flne-looking, welldressed, pleasant, well-preserved, and— sixty his wifo I will describe presently.
Mr. Faunt was a lawyer, and managed all tho legal business of Mr. Laurenee. Ho was about thirty-one, not an Adonis by any moans, but a brave, manly man.
Broad-shouldered
full-ohesfed, with
the softest voice and strongest arms you over knew to bolong to the same person. Intelligent, tender-hearted, sweet-tem-porod, with a thousand flno instincts showing themselves every day. Ho was sensitive with It all, as you might have judged from his great, soft, browta eyes. Of courso he had his faults, but his virtues tnado you forget them.
Mrs. Laurence was called Renee—a protty, outlandish name, too, I think. .She was but twenty-sevon such a vast difference In the ages of husband and wife Is ill advised, in my opinion. Tall and well tnado, sho was brimfull of life and vervn, A brunette, her skin like frosh cream, whilo horwell-shaied hands had a firm, warm clasp, and were burnt borry-brown from her rambles on the beach. She hated gloves she said that when she wore them her "fingors folt in prison and longed to be free."
Ah, sho was a njagalrtcentspoolmo^ of perfectly dovol6ped, healthy, intelligent womanhood! Sne could walk for miles and never loso the spring from her step dunce for hours and nover tire. When ^ihe slept it was llko a child's sleep—deep and dreamless. Demonstrative, gay. fond of congenial society, sho aecopted admiration and attention as h$r duo— in fact, claimed ft, ho ppentV that 111* natured portion* often
said
spiteful
things of her. Sometimes their words aino to her ears then she would rush to her room and givo way to
a
passion
ate storm of tears but moment later she would be back In the parlors or on tho promonade and bo moro fasclt more lm|Wi*ioti*
afid oxfcitiihg \1»A0
Henee was kind-hearted and had rather far-fetched Ideas on tho subject of her duty to humanity In general, and ,«lck and poor in particular.
That woman felt deopor than she was oredltod with, I tell you. All you had to do was to wateh nor face when sho was alone to know how life problems were worrying her. Sho was always trying* to got to the bottbpi of* things «h'« wanted to understand the motives and reasons for ono's actions—tho actions themselves'sho tUd utrt se?m to eyunt it •was what prompted tntxtn, what cause produced the effect tlmVshb wont by.
Inordinately ambitions and impatient of all delav, she wor^edf tho'ruin of her own life.* If she fcdttM lifvvd only believed that "all things Kiwe to those who wait," her fate might have been liupplerone.
From the ilrst, Mr. arid Mrs. Lautpnqe seemed to me moro l^vo father daughter lhan husband and write Before thev wore married Heneo was poojf and obswnire. She wrote a good deal, and her little poems and essays were published, but fame earn© slowly even ultimate success in her «ai$er was not assured, and she became impatient. She wished to climb to the top of the social ladder by literary merit, and that is a tedious journey always. She soon began to see that money would do more lor her at leant, with the power wealth would give she could force a recognition of her talents. When Mr. Laurence courted her she took all this into consideration. lie had position—his wealth «nd business standing gave him that as wed as his birth. Her family was as cood as his, but she had found that in these davs blood, unsupported by-wealth counted* little I" the scale of society. She was fitted for the topmost rung of the great social ladder. ShJ must attain it, or else Fate could hold no good gift for her. So she married Mr. Laurence, and ruined her life.
Renee had Iiveil three years of married life when she met Guy Faunt, and she knew him for aome time before becoming particularly interested in him. I never quit© understood just how it came about, but from being a mere casual acquaintance, he suddenly became the acknowledged friend of the family. Mr. iAitrence swore by him. and never, even after the end came, had one single hard thought or feeling where Ony was concerned but then he did not know, poor man!
Bernard Laurence was very happy with his wife, lie never dreamed that her nature had higher capabilities than those he wot of, She was always good and kind to him, caring for him in sickness, doing her duty fully, petting and fondling him but the affect! she gave him was not love it ansae from the rich fund of fee
that made her klsa the flowers, hug her dogs, and whisper all aorta of nonsense toihe waves which tumbled at her feet, or to the sunbeams that browned her checks, leaving the merest suspicion of a freckle beneath her eyes. She domi
neered over her hnsband in a pretty, capridons way, and he delighted in waiting npon her: indeed, she never did are orbnt it
npo:
anything for herself if he oonld *ter the trouble. I think she was tl oughly spoiled, and so grew lazy suited her style, and I don't believe Mr. Laurence would have had her one bit different.
Mr. Faunt stayed at "the beach" for a Week and then returned to the city, oominj? again every tSaturddy and return iugon Monday. So'the time passed. Renee looked forward with delight to the end of the week.
Events move quickly in the free, unconventional, social lire of the sea-shore a month there equals years of ordinary eity intercourse. Ana so I grew to know Mrs. Laurence strangely well. I loved her, and she confideain me with a childlike. clinging confidence, that won all my heart hut I soon began to fear that a cloud was forming ever her happiness.
I knew how bright and happy Renee was all that first week in the early days of these which followed she was quiet and thoughtful. By Thursday she would be weary and nervous Friday found her fretful and impatient of everything said or done—she "wanted to be let alone." Saturday morning she would be quite sick from sheer restlessness, but at the five-o'clock dinner her high spirits would return, and when six came and the steamer's whistle sounded, she became gay, laughing, brilliant in looks fascinating in every movement and word. Soon after Mr. Faunt would appear on the piazza, and her hand would be extended with a quiet "I am glad to see you." Her eyes told the tale, though they had a glorious happy light shining down in thbir depths. Then she woulc settle into a restful content, sitting be tween her husband and the lawyer, listening to their talk.
I am a close observer, child lovin human nature as I do, I must be am by the time Mr. Faunt paid his weekly visits for the third time I had begun to be worried. I admired Renee more than any woman I had ever met, and I dreaded trouble coming to her. I knew that her will was ot iron and her self-control wonderful, but I feared she would drift away from 'he right course before she herself realized her danger.
Mr. Laurence loved to have his friend with him. If, as often occurred, he tried to keep away from Mrs. Laurence, her husband would insist on his coming, and it was not in man's nature to withstand the insistence ef the one and the pretty, pleading looks of the other. I don't ttyink the poor child knew then that she was learning to love Guy too well. "He in our friend," she was fond of saving, and she took possession of him with an air of proprietorship that was irresistible.
It was hot long before the gossips bean talking, why I could haraly tell, for _lr. Laurence was always with them it was a rare chance indeed that granted them a tete-a-tete. Mr. Faunt was always dignified and reserved he unbent a little to her, though, and never noticed another woman. Perhaps that made talk, but I think it was Renee's eyes that betrayed the secret to those who watched for she could nover control their sion"Did he love her?"
I think so, oven then I saw so much of them that I grew to know every expression of their faces. Guy never cared to be of any other party, and a look of thorough content characterized him whenever she-was about. I saw him once pick a loose hair oft'of her dress it was one of her own, long, dark, and just wee bit crinkled. I watched to see what he would do with it. Ho kept wrapping it arould his lingers until she and her husband went away, and then, whilo I seemed not to be looking, he folded it i?p and put it in his pocketbook. I knew then, seeing he was'-ho sentimental fool, that his heart was so full of bor there was no room for anything else.
I seemed to feel trouble in the air, and it kept me uneasy. One afternoon I went to Renee Laurence's room. Sho sat in a low arm.ehair bv the window, forming a superb picture* of luxurious lhdolence., Every ifinl In herelothlng, evdry eprvei of tho splendid figure, is stamped on iny mind forever—the small head thrown back against the crimson cushion, the outline of lior throat rising^ from'the soft folds of the lace rutlie, the clinging white dress, fitting sp smoothly over the full bu«*tf.'«prving ihto the rourided waist, and flowing off from the beautiful contour of her limbs. Tho gypsy-brown han4sr-wlth the old, creamy lace falling oVeHshein, laid lightly In her lap, holding caressingly somo crimson pomegranate blossoms. A little table by her held a basket of fruit—grapes mostly purple and black aud white, for of all fruits she loved these the best. A tiny wine-stand had evidently been used, for a glass was stlb half-full and her lips were yet wet with the sherry. I love a pretty woman. I was sorry sho had to rise and welcome nte, for it spoiled the picture. It was at that moment I discovered in what particular thing her charm lay—It was in .the violent con trasts presented by her ways, manner, utid characteristics. SJhe had an "in finite variety" within herself she was not one but A doien women, and- each one charming. Just now ft glorious voluptuous Kastert\beauty, ana in one moment a warm-hearted, eager, hospitable tiospit woman, making her old friend welcome. The arm-chair was wheeled away,»the flowers replaced in their vase, the table moved, and I installed in a rocker, eating a poach contsntedlv, while she sat on the window-seat ana chatted away with as much vehemence and loquacity as a newlv emancipated school-girl.
Renee and I had noon talking for quits along Ume when Mr. Laurence entered. He greeted me with the kindly courtesy that so distinguished his manner, then turning to his wife said: "Mr dear, Guv and myself are going for a Walk. I thought you would like to come, and now that Miss Martin is here, she tn ust join us. The eveni ug is lovely, you will both enjoy it." "Ah yes. Miss Martin, you come too, please.* Where is Guy? she asked, and turned to the looking-glass, fsstening the pomegranate flowers in her brooch. "On the piazza, waiting," her husband replied, "so hurry."
I sav her eyes then, and they were beaut'i fullv tender. Her manner became gay and joyous. She brushed a tiny speck front her husband's sleeve ana pinned a rosebud in his button-hole. Sho hurried me away to get my hat, and when I returned alio was kneeling by his side, talking nonsense and patting his face, saying how ahe "loved walking," and meant "to be supremely happy and superlatively gav if 'fob this *vtsin» oni.y,' a to the play-bills,"
He stooped and kissed her before me, for the first and only Ume iu his life. "I hope for many evenings, Renee I have always tried to have it that way."
She gave his arm a little squeese, then turned to the door, saying "Guy Is waitin^Jet us go," and walk-
ed ahead of as with that strung, free step
of hen.
Una within her—the same
Mr. 1*11 renee and I came on together. I fancied there was a shade of annoyance on his face, but if so it soon passed away. We found Renee talking to Gay while thev waited for tts»
Tbefourof us stood chatting a moment, then ss we started off Mr. Riant seemed to hesitate about the pairing or onr couples.
Renee stood still one instant, tapping her foot impatiently: "Guy, are you going to walk with me? Am I to wait a half hour fbr you to make up your mind?"
Mr. Fannt did. not answer, bat with smile turned to Mr. Laurence. Ah, he was a.prudent man and «n honorable one, but flesh and blood cannot be always stone and steel, or I should have had no story to relate. "Renee had seen his hesitation, ahd in an instant her pride was in arms. Her figure grew taller, her head was thrown back haughtily, and without a word she walked ahead alone, htfr quick, light step rapidly increasing the distance tween us. "Go, Guy, go she will be out of sight directly if some one does not stop her. Keep her until we catch up."
Se said Mr. Laurence, and hurried me just a little. I am asthmatical, my dear I seriously object to walking fast, and so I told him. He had no business to ask me to accompany them if he was going to find me a bore, and I just walked leisurely along, while lie had to make the best of it.
Mr. Faunt was usually very deliberate in his movements, but this time he must have accelerated his pace considerably. for he soon managed to overtake Renee. I noticed that he stopped Mrs. Laurence, looked back and tried to detain her, but she evidently would not have it that way, and in a minute was ahead of him again. This time he followed her, and at last seemed content to let her have her way. They walked steadily on—quickly as was her wont— and I, thinking of them, forgot to an swer Mr. Laurence and he, being unanswered, became silent. Meanwhile the two figures in front of us grew smaller and smaller. Self engrossed they glanced back no more, and so passed out of sight.
I have blamed myself often as having been partly the cause of what afterward occurred, though when I look back at it all, I must suppose I was only an instrument in the Creator's hands. Still, if I had hurried my steps and we had all kept together, the moment of temptation might have never arrived.
Almost an hour's walk and no Renee but presently we were called by a merry voice, and there were the two, sitting on a log which had drifted up against the hullof an old boat lying half Duried in the sand.
Why, you were going to pass us by, after all," she said, leaving Mr. Faunt side and coming to her husband.
She leaned against him, looking out over the water. He was listening te me while I chattered away like magpie, determined to retain his sole attention as long as she stood there.
I longed for Renee to move. I dreaded lest her husband should look at Guy I wanted him to turn his back on us, if but for a moment, for a scarlet petal adhered to Mr. Faunt's black coat, and the flowers at Renee's throat were crushed and broken!
Mr. Laurence," I said, "please get me that piece of seaweed there, at the edge of the water. You can easily reach it with your cane." "With pleasure, Miss Martin," and he turned and walked across the beach. Then I brushed the crimson petal off, saying never.a word. nee looked at me and started instantly the little hands went up to the rounded throat, straightened the lace and drew its fulness over the poor bruised blossoms. I would not meet her eyes was choking, frightened. I felt as though I would sink through fear for her. I glanced at Mr. Faunt one little frown stood between his brows and his face was white and set.
Just then Mr. Laurence returned With my weed. He looked comfortable and serene, now that he was with his wife. While she? Surely if there is such a thing as a demon of gayety he possessed Renee that evening. She was as though she were intoxicated, mad., drunk with the draught she had tasfecl of a knowledge forbidden, alas! to her who belonged to another.
She and her husband walked ahead, he well pleased to see her gay Gay and I followed after, both of us dead silent. I felt and knew "after this the deluge!" Something terrible was going .to happen, and I could not avert it.
You have never been to the beach, have you? Well, out just beyond the breakers is the wreck of an old vessel, and round it they catch sheals of fish. Tne fishermen go out every evening tu-ross the surf in their boftts to draw in und again set their nets. We used to Watclr them and wonder that the huge waves did not swamp the frail things but safely they went and safely they came.
This evening when we had reached a
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oint just opjwsite the wreck all the had gone but one this, a large one, with two strong men in it, was. just about pushing off. "OH, stop!" cried Renee, "stop! We want to go out to the wreck and see you draw your lines. Is the boat large enough to hold us all, and will you row us over?"
The fishermen took off their caps and
§lanced
at tho fluttering white dress, the
ainty hat. "For certain, miss, the boat can take you all. well as not: but the surf is runnin' high, and you'll be soaked through in them flimsy clothes." "My love," remonstrated Mr. Laurence, "please do not go. Wait until tomorrow evening, when you can be clad more suitably." "No, no, no, no!" she said, as she drew away from his detaining hand. "I wish to go now. I like the surf to run high1. I love the spray it will not hurt me, for salt water aoes not give cold. Are you afraid?" a little scornfully, for Mr. Laurence had never yet joined us in our boating excursions, of which we had had several.
He flushed faintly. "No," he said, "I am not. Go if you like, and I will come." "Thanks, dear," and she patted his arm. "Miss Martin, won't you aome with us?"
I dreaded that surf I had always sailed on smooth water this "riding the breakers" had no chat for me. But a kind of fascination was npon me drawn by unseen hands I stepped into the boat.
Mr. Laurence still waited. "Get in, Bernard I want to arrange this," said Renee and he obeyed. "Now, Guy, you. Let me assist yon, please," and she held out her band with a pretty, mock courtesy, and helped him into the boat.
Then she followed^ taking her seat next to Mr. Faunt, who thus separated her from her bus band.
The men poshed off. The radiance of the declining sun made the water sparkle in a golden glory.
Up and down, first on the crest of a wave, then in the trough of the sea. was* frightened at toe water. I was horrified at the almost deletions happiness which spoke In every word and action of Renee—happiness that I knew sprung from a source which she shoald never have discovered. Guy Faunt, still pale, still with the frown between his brows, answered only in monosyllables.
Mr."Laurence alone seemed the same: urbane, smiting, pleased, anxious only when wave would drench Renee with its spray. But she liked it. Her cheeks glowed with afresh pink color, her eyes
TORRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.
sparkled, and she looked really gloriously beautiful. Just then the snrt'sunk to the edge of 'the horizon, sending out long, level rays of rose-color. "Magnificent!"' Renee exclaimed. "Look at the reflection on that wave! See the foam catch the light! O Guy, look, look!"
She rose to her feet as she spoke, standing upright in the boat, her exquisite figure outlined against the background of crimson light which bathed the sea in beauty.
It takes long to tell.it but it all hnp-
Sardly
ened in a' moment, just how I have yet realized but as she stood there, grand in her loveliness, the boat plunged down into the trough between two waves.
Renee tottered. Mr. Laurence sprang to his feet and caught at her swaying form, so did Guy, but too late, it seemed. Losing her balance, she fell into the fast-rushing water. Without a second thought her husband plunged after her, and he could not swim. A breaker caught and bore him far away.
But Renee was safe, for Guy Faunt had thrown himself into the water ere she had hardly touched it, and grasped her as the first wave washed over ner head.
One strong arm clasped her, while with the other he cleaved his way to the boat. The fishermen took her from him, but as he loosed his hold he pressed a swift kiss on the wet face so close to him, then turned and struck out to where Mr Laurence had been borne by the breakers. "Guy! Guv! Guy! comeback: OGuy, for my sake!"
Over the waters rang Renee's voice, but Guy Faunt never looked back. He knew his duty, and he did it, though he thus renounced the woman who was dearer to him than his life
How he swam, with that strong, graceful stroke which I had admired so often as we had watched him bathing in the surf! Clad as he was, he seemed to bat tie easily with the water.
We had seen Mr. Laurence go under once and then rise again. Once more he sunk, and we held our breaths with fear but Guy was near there then, aud, as he rose for the second time, one more stroke enabled him to catch hold of his clothing. He turned, holding his insensible burden and swimming with one hand.
Renee watched them, sitting still and looking like death she held my hand in an almost convulsive clutch. Do you see those little scars? Her nails made them Jhey pierced my flesh, and I never once Telt tne pain.
Guy was making but slow progress. "Row toward them, row!" prayed Renee to the fishermen.
They tried the stalwart formsi bent to their oars with a will, but no one was at the helm, and in that rough water the boat went wide of the small floating pbjects in the waves. "O my God, he is sinking!" wailed Renee "For the love of Heaven, try to save him!"
One of the men slipped off his shoes and dashed in, making his way with powerful strokes throiigh the surging water.
The light was going fast, and it was hard to see in the .uncertain twilight. We straindd our "fejrfes he hfid almost reached them at last he was there.
We saw him take Mr. Laurence's inanimate form from Guy, who was now swimming slowly and painfully. Renee never moved her eyes from nim she was watching intently, nor even seemed to see the man who was bringing her husband toward her. "He is failing, failing!" she cried. "Save him! Oh, do try to save him!" she entreated of the man left with us, But he dared not go, -for on him depended the lives of the two women beneath his care, beside the boat must stay there to receive the sailor who was bringing Mr. Laurence. "Guy! Guy! Guy!" rang out once more above the waters
Just then, dashed high on the crest of a wave, carried further away from ds, we saw Guys figure—a speck upon the immensity of tne oce»n
Borne on the breeze, almost lost in the noise of the surf, came his voice faintly to her listening ear:* 7 "Renee!'Renee!",*4
She heard the call, and answered, "O my love, wait! I am coming." I started forward and tried to catch her dress. Useless effort! She sprang far out into the surge of the water caught and bore her to him.
I watched intently with straining, horrified eyes, but lost sight of her. The young moon, new risen, threw a pale gleam over the sea. I -saw her wnite clothing rise, and farther out, floating merely,- with no strength left to make another stroke, the black speck that was Guy Faunt. A wave raised her, dashed her, hurled her on to him. For one brief moment I saw the two together, and then they were lost to me for all time.
Child, give me a sip of wine and push the window open. I feel as though I should faint. The sea will never stop its singing in my ears, and it is always the same song: "Gone, dead, drowned lost forever!"' I should have gone mad if I had stayed and listened to ft any longer. Here In the city the rush of life swallows up the sound sometimes. I suppose it will cease eventually, but I never stag long alone now, for the memory of all overwhelms me with horror. But let me finish my story.
I knew nothing from the time I saw them disappear until I. regained consciousness in my own room at the hotel.
Mr. Laurence had been saved by the fishermen, was alive, but still unconscious. The men, unfortunately, had told the story of the whole dreadful afEsdr, and it was all over the place. I would have kept it back from the poor bereaved husband—doubly bereaved— but some tattling fool told it all to him —all, just as soon as he could be made to comprehend the words. But his loyalty to Renee rose superior to their gossip. Sternly he rapelled even the thought of such a thing, accusing the men of adding
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to this terrible tragedy a sensational item which had never occurred. He appealed to me ahd I verified all of his ideas: he never knew that Renee had been rescued at all. That was a virtuous lie, my dear there are such things occasionally.
Thus was the moath of scandal closed by this man, through the grandeur of his love for his wife and the perfection of his faith in his friend. In the face of such an end for her, of such grief-as bowed him, even malice and envy were silent, and with hushed lips passed the subject by.
Mr. Laurence went back to the city immediately. He is in town now, but sees no one and goes nowhere, not even to his office. He is living solitary and alone, shut in with his great sorrow, in the house where her presence had once created for him a paradise on earth.
I was confined to my room a week, prostrated by a severe nervous attack. No, dear, the bodies were never found. We had a storm that night the next morning and for days after Mr. Laurence had the coast searched but without avail. Not even the dainty straw hat Renee wore was ever washed up.
I think, after all, it was best. There they will sleep until "the sea gives up its dead."
It is sad to think of those two young people, full of promise, cut off in the sprmgtime of life, yet death came to them mercifully to save them from a life which would have surely been replete with misery or crime, perhaps both.
Renee was endowed with peculiar strength of will and was able to curb her emotions with an iron hand yet. loving Guy Faunt as she did, she was loried in offerposition thank-offor ing" to the man who had brought such bewildering gladness into her life.
Would he nave allowed it? Who can tell? He was good, and true, a»d noble. He need not have sacrificed his life for that of Mr. Laurence, could have had Renee free, for his very own but he never hesitated—his sense of duty would not permit. Still if they had all three Uvea I fear.
Man is but flesh, after all, and he might have yielded to temptation, been madly happy at first, and then, as sin always bruigs its own punishment, equally as miserable—cursing himself for havinj heen the ruin of the only woman he ha ever loved.
Better as it is, better death, "rolled in one another's arms, silent in a last em brace," than a life of wrongdoing, for so it might have ended.
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Git ATE ITPI.—COM FO RTIWO.<p></p>Cocoa
Epps's
BREAKFAST.
"By a thorough knowledge of the natural: laws which govern the operations of digee»r tion and nutrition, and by a careful appllc» tfon of the fine properties of well-selected^ Cocoa, Mr. Epps has provided our breakfast tables with a delicately flavored beverag* which may save us many heavy doctors* bills. It is by the judicious use of such aiw tides of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to resist, every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtie maladies are floating around us ready to* attack wherever there is a weak point. by keepli blood and
may escape many a fatal shaft ourselves well fortified with pure blood and properly nourished frame."—{Civil Service Gazette.
Made simply with boiltng water or milk Sold only in half pound fins by grocers, labeled thus: JAME8 EPPS A CO-
Homoeopathic ChemlHts, London.
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FOUTZ'S
HORSE AUD CATTLE POWDERS
Wo Hnnsa will rtta of Couo. Both or Less
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Fount's Powders lire nsed In time. Foutt's l'owdere will cure nnd prevent Hoo Cnorjnu. Folia's Powders will prevent
Gaprs
tx Fowl*.
Foutt's Powder* will Increase the quantity of milk •nd cream twenty per cent, and limke the butter Una nnd sweet.
Font** Powders will enre or prevent almost
kykmt
to which Horse* and nttlenre snhject. Foute's Powdkrs
will oivb
Satisfaction. -i
Sold everywhere. V. DAVID S. POTJTB, Proprietor. BAI/riXORS, KD.
FOR
HERNIA** RUPTURE IheGET PhiudelphiaTrossCq/sBEST!THE
IMPROVED PATENT
CHAMPION TRUSS
Special Kidal PWlid*. CwtennisL Odd Orluai. Prices within the reach of nil. Bold bv leading druggists and dealorh throughout the world. Manuflsotory, 010 Locust st. Phil.
WANTED!
RELIABLE AND ENERCETIG MEN
to solicit orders for new and rare varieties of the most hardy nursery stock, Includlnii Ornamental Trees. Shrubbery, Fruit Trees, tirape Vines, Ao. Elegant outfits furnished free. Business light aiMV. easily learned. To successful men we pay salaries aad expenses, and give them steady employment the year round. First class re'eron* ees required. Apply for terms, and addresa L. 1.. MAY A CO., Nurserymen. 8t Paul. Mlniy
I CURE FITS!
Wb*n mjt core 1 Co not oun merely to slop them for a Mme and tban
Iiat*
them return •gain. 1 mean nd
leal cure. I h»re tn*H» the dlieaw of FITS, KPILEP8Y or FALLING SICKNESS ft Ilia lonf study. I v: warrant my remedy to cure the wnret caeea. Beraaaa others have failed 1* no reanon for uot now receiving a enra. Sand at onoa for a treatlee and a Ftee Itnttl* of mjp Infallible remedy. Olva Bxpreae and 1'oatOffice. It cueti yea nothing for a trial, and I will cure yon.
Addreae Da. H. O. lt(OT, ins Fnrl Ft.. New Tnrfc.
HB superiority ofCorallneover born or whalebone has now been demonstrated by over six years exper* lenoe. It is more durable, more pliable, more comfortable, and NEVER BREAKS.
The immense sale of these Corsets Is now over 7000 daily. Beware of worthless imitations boned with various kinds of cord.
None are genuine unless Dr. Warner's Corallne" is printed on Inside
the steel cover. FOB
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BY ALL LEADIHO XHBGHA5T8.
207 & 269 State Btndt OHIOAOO,
PENNYROYAL PILLS
''CHICHESTER'S ENGLISH." Tbe Original and Only Genuine. Safe aad alwaya Sellable. B*w«fa of wortlikw Imitations. lodlipesiable to LADIES.
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Cream Balmisrwtaliquid,tnitfforpotider. JTo injurious drugt. No offentite odor. Applied into each nontrU is quickly abtorUd
A Quick Rdief. A Positive Cure. SO cent* at Druggist* &ft»oU,rtglst*red,llDemt+
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