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THE JVIAIL
A PAIM-IK FOR THE PEOPLE.
THIS DAY.
Tli'* breath of
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is on tltf* air:
J',y iiic runs through iny blood, tr, f»«h'n tMnitiw rare— Th«-\ab. -'-*•flood. A tr. 'jf k-*v? •*, in tfwooiw
Of I' r. 'Iriftiu ,* warm: Faint •,! is from I he mold from noon# o:/iiininer's lingering charm: Diva.*.-' 'li'jrfSis of xklws, each rift iu. in )«at-ck»nl: Tht* stnsuoij., oy. slow wind* that drift 'Twin that trfgh aloud: The soft mlie»i of bird fbfct ifo»* Krois'i l.ind of scow to land of rose. The gauzy ily on |.ln:id {tool Folding. in Urecms. hto v, ir '.r4of Milk: And, 11Ui,' a liurucu pulse. tf« tsiraain Hushing its heart in noo. 'a sunbeam.
Ob, r.ii«r.ro'.': w»»i! of win.' (hut «Tfeg For I ha v, l»!r!i thrills the irtii, the Kklesl )h, l.parf Iwt y«arns to break i.ii'i* )i irpare beauty'*sate: Flutter :ui! arc. die with pain, So J'nra'iiwj lie thine again!
Marie Le Baron.
The ('ross at Langston's
s. N.jsiici-Mitn. jr., In the Overland Monthly.) 1
WHS
born In the city of St. Joe, Mis
souri, in the good oM days when negroes wore slaves, when lard oil lamps nml ml low dips burned by night in smoky iipnrtmentH, and when *nble genii in rod turbans flitted before huge open fires in etilinnrv preparation. St. Joe was smaller plaoe then, but vastly more bustling. It was the jKjJnt of departure for Holiday's overland stages, and for the ponv express. Many a time my boyish blood linn tingled with sympathetic exeitement as the trim rider spurred his thoroughbred, bounding from the wide barn doors, and raeed around the corner of l'iitte's Park, and so downTenu street to the ferry. Many a time have I stood, barefooted and hickorv-shirted, upon the bank of the swiftly flowing, muddy river, and watched horse and man dash from the ferry-boat's deck, scramble up the steep bVnk, and disappear—rising and falling in gradually decreasing undulations—'Htnong the tall eottouwoods on the Kansas side!
One dav, I remember, the streets were muddv—for there was no macadam in those day*. The pony rider eaino from the barn with a bound as usual, splashing with sort mud the group of ragged urchins who dailv gathered about to witness the exciting exit. What boy among them all would have exchanged places with anvone on earth that day— save only with' tlio ponv rider? On that day, as*usual, tlio rider turned sharp around the corner of l'attee's I'ar^ Then in an instant —I do not know ICMV it happened—four iron-shod hoofs were in the air, the horse lay punting on it?» side, and llie trim rider was literally wallowing in the mire. Of course there was a rush of men and boys from the stable—but they eaino too late. Quick as thought the gallant rider sprang up,/ the animal struggled to it« feet, the man jumped to the saddle, the long Mexican spurs sank deep, and the galliint pair rushed oil" on their long trip across tho plains. No timo for cleaning up in those .1 ivs.
St. Joe is not (he town now that it was Vong in the ViO's, The building ol the
I'acille
railroad seems to have left the
laeo Htraudrdj It Im-™-has gas, now, and a
VrY(YgVhas
taken tho place
the ferry of other days. Still there Is ail air of sleepy quiet, vastly unlike the old bustling 'spirit that prevnded the dopot of the overland tralllc. It is like a stately cottonwood that, undermined by the swift river at its feet, and lying prone upon the restless current, sprouts there a new abnormal growth of foliage, which in at once the fruit and parent of decay. Tho town soems striving to make a brave show of prosperity and adversity. Its latter growth has sapped the substance from which it grew.
And thpn what wild excitement of war time In a border State? When Price and Siegel marched andeouuter-marehed about lhe place: ami prominent citizens, now or this sido and now of that wore seized by night and incontinently jailed or carried olT. All this is over now.
And then when tho Emancipation Proclamation came at last, what airs of vast personal importance were assumod by the "free niggers"! And how proud Southern eyes Hashed and haughty Southern lips curlod in ill-concealed Indignation at this newly-acquired solfimportance of their late "property"!
It is from these later troublous days of disfranchisement and bitter feeling that the llgure of Charley Lnngston comes back to me like some lialf-forgotton memory of spring days. A freshness of imperishable youth hangs about the image. Kven later Impressions cannot efface that. ("an 1 call un? A boy of ten, perhaps a trifle unuersi*od. A shook of hair—white, possibly, originally, but sun tanned to a dusty mouse-color— crowned bv a battered straw hat, brimless, and all but crown less, tteneath the' front hair, a pair of pathetic black eye», with a minimum of nose altove a maximum of month. A ragged shirt of "hickory"—an almost Indestructible cloth, now nearly obsolete—covered the bodv, and the short trousers were supported from the left shoulder by one home-made suspender. Large feet, blown and luire, hands almost equally large and brown, complete the picture. Winter isnd summer, the dress was the same.
The 14itig*ton'* were "peop'e who had seen lietter days." is ther« a poor family In all this broad land, I wonder, that Uoe* not set up that pilifut claim to gentility?"
It was in the spring of *i*4, think, that Charley Langston tirst attracted lyy notice. Wo were new to the business of housekeeping, Xell and I, and of course had not arrived to the dignity of our own ww. W« "took milk'* of the Langstons. Charley was the milk-maid fair, who came trippi- to our door over the hills of South Tw*»«.*h street. 1 sat upon the back rch. I remember, contemplatively sm«M» -*t my after dinner cigar, watching sinking sun, which glorified the ri\ •. and listening to the suburban silence ^ell was about the premises somewhere invisible and inaudible. I tolt auddk that I was not alone—although no -.and had broken in nwn ray ivrfrHf. "Here's yer mil* The voice was sweet, ahrfll, pecuL.»\,v pathetic, like the high treble pipe of an organ. I turned to the stairs at the sound, and Charlev Langston stood before me.
After that I saw him frequently, this little nigged bucket-beaser. We became. In a manner, eronies.
He came to us one evening In summer bearing upon his shoulder a boulder almost as large as himself—and drawing behind him, fastened to hl» waistby a string, full-grownahnih which I was familiar. I occupied my
customary seat upon the kitchen porch. "In the name of heaven, Charley, what have you got?"
The"boy unloaded his boulder upon the
Eorch,
took several smaller ones from Is pockets and laid beside It. banded his pail of milk to my wife and said gravely, "Rocks." '•Where did you get them?" '•Stumj»ed 11J3* toeon'em." "But what are you going to do with them? "Take 'em home an" bust 'em. I alius busts 'em mostly when I stump* my toes on 'em. They won't no other feller
tiitlo crude "Whatare you doing with that shrub, Charley? "Thet ain't no s'rnb," said the piping voice. "That'a jinison weed." Mammy an' A'nt Kmmerline use it fur rheuinatiz, an' makes tea outen the leaves fur asmv. Tho niggers tole us about it. Mighty smart some o* them niggers is, too, I reckon." "You have a great many negroes in your neighlorhood, Charley, have you hot? "They's a right smart chance of 'em over yander in Stump Town. They don't many of'em get down our way. though. Rcck'on they's afenid Abe 11 lick 'em. A free nigger din't no account, nohow Abe say." "And who is Abe?" "Why, Abe. he's my big brother. He's a mightv good feller, Abe is. Kin drink more wliisky'n a liaptls' preacher an' licked a ten acre lot fu'l o' ab'litiomsts onct."
Very ovidently my milky Mercury was one of the reconstructed. He was in an unusually talkative humor, too, that evening. Generally our conversation consisted of "Hello. Charley!" answered by a quaintly comical gleam in the pathetic eyes.
We became better acquainted with the Lnngstons after awhile. I missed a certain half worn-out suit of winter
ed that my ga-ments had gone to adorn the warlike person of the redoubtable Abe Langston. Nay, moro, this treasonable little Samaritan confessed that, unknown to me. her lawful lord and master, she had all but supported the Langston family during tne entire summer. of course I make a row aboutit. What man would not? But, I do not think mv wife lost anything in my eyes by her charity. I onlv stipulated that I should accompany her on her next visit to the Langston housohold.
We went over to theshantv—for It was little else—on the Sunday afternoon following Nell's confession.
A washed-out, faded-looking, overworked women, clad in a dingy calico, admitted us to the dirty kitchen. There was but one other room, and into this another woman, the seeming counterpart of tho one who admitted us, disappeared at our entrance. Behind tho broken stove my friend Charley sat upon the wood box, regarding us intently. ••This is mv husband, Mrs. Langston," Nell said, in "her sweet soft voice. "God A'mighty bless an'thank you, sir, an' her," the woman said. "I never kin—never in this world." Thero was a strange, drawling pathos in the voice, not unlike Charley's.
I sot the basket of food we had brought upon a rickety table—tho woman only looking her thanks, while she dusted a couple of wooden chairs for us.
Wo seated ourselves, feeling rather awkward. I suppose that all dispensers of charity have simular sensations in the presohce of recipients of their good will.
There wasa noise of st«"»t'iii« the, jnrtt, and a large man In the last stages ol intoxication reeled through thekltch en into tho inner room- Never until I saw Abe Langston did I realize how large an Idea Nell had of my physical proportions. His whole mako-up was irresistably comical—terribly pitiful. We heard hiin subside upon tho floor—and only tho mother's broken sobbing broke tho stillness. "This here's the curse o'beiu' poar,' she said. "May you an yours never know what it is'to see yer fust born coming home like that there."
Nell, thlnkingof the smiling boy sleeping at home in nis white crib, began to cry silently. I proposed an immediate departure. "Don't go vit, sir," the woman said. "It's a sight fur sore eyes to see you two a sittln' there so cozy' like. He's alius quiet when he's like that"—thinkin evidently, that we .feared tho stupfioi man who had just come in. "Yes, it's a sight fur sore eyes. 'Taint often we find slch goodness as yonrn. It's a hard world, sir, an' a seeln' yon two a settin' there 'minds me of tho time when mo an' Ben—that's my ole man, sir—fust started out afore the drink, an' sorrer, an' troubles come on us, an' we wus voung an' all the world afore us. We had niggers in them days, sir, an' a farm, poar as we air now''—there was just a touch of something like the ghost of prido here—"an' Hen Langston wui the likliest young feller in al Barton county. Then the war come, an' tho niggers was took, an' tho farm took, an' them soldiers taken everything which was left. Ben, he begin' a arinkin" then, an' somehow 1 didn't have no heart fur nothin' no more, an' things went from bad to wuss—bad to wuss. Then some hosses wus a missin', and one night they ketched 'hu—an' the slier iff come—rn' they taken him to Jefferson City, an' I won't see him—never no more—never no more!"
She was fairly wailing now, and Nell was crying in company. of course I immediately asserted my martial authority, and we made a hasty and, for me at least, final exit from tho Langston dwelling. "I don't see what tho deuco she wanted to tell us her troubles for," I growled that evening. "We were not parties at interest."
It was a very amiable growl, being post-prandial, so Nell did not scold me very seriously. "Poor thing!" she said. "It must be frightful to have a son a drunkard and a husband in the penitentiary." "Hard, I admit, butasplendid trading capital for sympathy." "You are too bad, John," said Nell, emphatically. "Why do you wish to make yourself worse than vou are? Yon know that if you meant wnat you said, I would not live with you one instant, sir."
Then there was a small domestic whirlwind, and in the end my good cl gar bad disappeared and I was a help* ips*s prisoner at the mercy of a small women and an exceedingly diminutive boy.
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These ramtntfteences of my boyhood and the peculiar traita of the Langston family bear all upon the story that I hare to tell, In a manner, Even Abe's arunkeneas, the father's crime and punishment, area part of the sutd sequence. The lizards haunting the tree cactus of desert, even the vultures wheeling in msje»tle circles above the burding sand* area part of the tale.
Let me get It over. Nell and I had eome to California in *80—the rigorous eastern climate being a trifle severe on Nell's never over strong constitution— only a hacking cough eoming on regu-
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larlv every winter had alarmed me., As I thoroughly understood telegraphy it had been no great difficulty for me to procure the position of station agent at Langston's Wells, on the Southern Pacific Railroad.
It was a desolate place enough, Langston's Wells.. There was only the station house, commodious enough for our small needs, and the tank house, rearing its creat iron nozzle alongside the track. Around about for miles in every direction stretched the level sand plains of the Mojave—broken in the far north by a range of blue mountains. Stunted tree cacti like blasted oaks, with here
alt hurt on these rocks, lain likely. tree cacti This was practical philanthropy, if a and there an isolated, ghostlj, upright column of the giant ca*tiw, lent only an
added shade to the desert's dreariness. The place had two redeeming features: the dailv trains each way, bringing us news from the great world: and immediately behind the tank house an unfailing supply of cold water, gushing from the rock ledge that reached the surface just there. Before the advent of the railroad, this water had ruo but a fev feet from the rock ledge, sinking then again into the parching sand. Now it was piged to the level of the big tank, and every drop utilised.
But the most curious thing about the spring at Langston's was a largo wooden cross erected near it, braced in position bv heavv boulders, and visible for miles in that level and clear atmosphere. It had been standing for years, evidently, for the wood had all but dried un and blown awav—but on its arms could still be distinctly traced the rudely cut letters, "Langston's Wells."
I had thought lor a long time that the cross had leen placed there by the roadbuilders. The tank-tender enlightened me. One evening in August it was, when our little community at Langston's—Nell, and the babies, and the tank-tender, and 1—had taken refuge in the station-house from the fury of a desert thunder-storm. How grandly it rains on the Mojave! It is as if the fury of heaven had fully determined to ob-
derness as the storm dies away moaning in the distant mountains. I have said that the tank-keeper enlightened me. ,Ho was an oddity this tank-keeper. Nominally under my orders, he knew his duty so well that no ordering was ever necessary. He was a tall nmn, grave and silent, but not sullen. He loved tho children passionately —amusing them by the hour in fair weather. For the rest, he treated Nell and me with grave, natural courtesy, but was never to be seen outside tho tank house when a train was in. Ho seeiried to shun his ^kind. In years he looked nearly fifty. Actually he was twentv vears vonnger. A great sorrow had aged him. His speech, when at rare intervals he spoke, had that peculiar plaintive musical intonation common to natives of the Missouri valley.
My enlightenment as to the monument came about in this way: We sat about our little stove in silence, awe-stricken by the howling fury of the storm. The tank-keeper was in a corner apart. Willie, our youngest, cuddled down upon his knee and hiding a scared face in the man's broad breast. It was wonderful how our children lo.vod this beaided giant. The man spoke, and into his eyes there, came tho look as of one who gaz^s into an eternity of suffering, past and future. Singularly enough his plaintive voicesoemsa tocliord and blend with tho thundering bass of olemental anger. It was as though the voice of the storm had been humanized. We listened, almost fearing to Interrupt this unusual loquacitjr. "You ast me th' other day who put uj that cross ouf .vendor. I it tell ye. M°h' bo er I do, it'll make Me feel a "littlfl Ugh tor in yero' touching tbeond of his fore-linger lightly to his breast. "It's nigh on seven year ago, that I done It. Yo see, it was this way. Mebby I better go back to the beginnin'. I was born in Barton county, Alissoury, an' before the war my dad was purty comfortable oil Ben Langston, bis name was, an' mine was Charley."
I saw Nell start. Where had I heard that natno? "Well, the war come on, an' they taken tho niggers away, and the ole man he er sumpiir—anyways, he left us—an' mo an' Abe nn' mammy went ter live in St. Jo. In '72 it was we come to Californy, an Abe, lie taken up a ranch over in San Bernydlno county. It was all sand an' rocks, mostly, an' hard work to clear the brush offen the foot-hills—mighty poar land, too. Right on the aidge of this yero desert. "Well, Abe he up an' got tired workin', an' so one day he taken our gray colt an* spring wagin, an' savs he was a goin' to Los Ang'les. Ho sold the rig there, I reckon, fer he never come back no more. Me an' mammy wo worked the ranch alone for awhile—an' then mammy she up an' died, an' I didn't have nobody. She never was very strong, no way, mammy wasn't. 'Bout a year arter mammy died, the Parkers they come out an' taken up a claim alongside o' mine. I had aright smart chance o' stock by this time—an' wan't so poar's I had been. I had knowed the Parker's in St. Jo. Sally, she was a likely gal enough—but not very strong —an' so we made er hitch o' it. 'N 'bout a year our boy come. 'S bright a little feller as ever you seen, little Bonny was! One night—he was about three years old—ho didn't come in to no supper. I dunno what made me keep a thinkin' the desert all through that terrible night. We hunted hfm everywhere. Sally she up an' went nigh about cra*v—but she never saw little Benny no more in this yere earth."
Tho man paused, choking down a sob The howling of the storm grew angrier. "Well," Langston went on, "course we scoured the kentry in the mornin', but the winds is alius a blowin' on the desert more or less, an' that sand never shows no tracks. Somehow, I didn't seem to have no heart fer work no more—an' then there was Sally's pale face an' staring eyes alius a waitinf fer me at home. She didn't never cry, onlv went about a moanin' like a hurt dumb creature. So I up an' taken her to her ma'am, an' then I rode out on ter this yere desert, hardly knowln' an' not much keerin' what become of me. Fer three whole davs I ridden on, a keepin' as near as might be due east. Then I come to this
fere
spring, and right out here alongside seen somethin' a layin' under a tree cactus. It was my little Ren. He never
Sest
it none o* the water, poor little chap like he couldn't reach It after crawlin up there. "Somehow I up an' taken him back home—an' we buried him an* Sally on the same day. She never knowed— leastwise she had no way of showin* It if she did—what become of Benny. I couldn't seem to take no heart in nothin* no more, so I void out to Parker an* up an' come down yere, an'located this yere spring. Then I put up that there cross a thinkin' it might save some poor feller from dvin* on the desert. The Company come along five yMr ago, bought me out and yere I nin ever sence."
He ceased speaking, and the thunder of the storm was only distant muttering now. Not a tear had LaogstJn shed during all this strange recital. Only the distant, dreamy look in his eyea had deepened as he went on monotonooaly totbeend. There w»f* leers In mj own
eyes as I arose to break the spell which had woven around our circle. It was not until months after this that I identified Langston with my quaint little milkman of twenty years ago. Nell, who arrogates for herself the brain of the family, declares that she recognised him on the very evening he so unexpectedly told his strange history—but confidentially hetweeu you and me, she did not so much as bint such a suggestion to me.
After that night of the storm, of course, we ail took a vastly greater interest in Langston. For mv part, I never saw him moving slowly and methodically about his labors that a feeling of pity and sympathy did not run through my thoughts.
How awful must have been the auguish of that father and mother when liaby darling was not to le found on that fearful night! What was the grasping pain at the mothers heart, which denied her tears, leaving only the power to moan like a stricken animal! Who can
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ortray the fathers deep sorrow when found his babe—dead of thirst at the edge of the water?
And tho boy! Ho had wandered off in his play, perhaps, prattling to himself Perhaps a swift lizard or a shining pebble had allured him. Laughing, he ran on. There is nothing so very terrible in this hard white sand and the soft blue sky above him. There, ahead, isashady grove and a cool lake in its bosom. It will be royal fuu to paddle his bare feet in the limpid water. Farther aud further the alluring lake leads him. Then it vanishes—leaving around him only rag-ged-looking tree caetus. On and on. The »day darkens rapidly and hunger over takes him. Sinking upon the sand the little soul sobs out all the anguish that the mother would give her veiy liTo to assuage. Something brushes by him in tho darkness. Arising in terror, lie staggers aimlessly into the night. Fatigue conquers fear—and he sleeps. The warm sun awakens him. On and on, staggering weakly on his feeble little legs, each moment taking him farther, and farther and farther from his friends. Water—rivers, lakes, and seas, oceans of water are always before bim, yet always out of reach. He knows nothing, sees nothing, hears nothing of the awful wilderness around him. Perhaps his parch ed lips can no longer utter their pitiful crv: "I want my mamma!" A blind Instinct tells him that he must go on and on. How should a baby know that coyotes and ominous buzzards were following him stealthily? Perhaps even for a day the child waudered on, suffering tortures indescribable. Now he sees be fore him a stream of clear water gushing from a rock. Afar off he even imagines he can hear the music of its running He crawls toward it—oh, so feebly. His little hatid put forward feels the grateful coolness. The baby head falls forward, and tho weak body perishes almost within the grasp of salvation.
For a while after recounting to us his sad story, Langston seemed to grow just, a shade moro cheerful. But even Nell'p kindly sympathy could do very little to lighten tho gloom that bung about the mans soul.
He grew visibly paler as winter came on—seeming less and less inclined to work, toward Christmas it became absolutely necessary to employ anew tankkeeper, A resignation and a requisition at headquarters speedily brought us a man. On the flrst day of January 1lowing, Langston kept his bed—nor did he ever rise from it.- There was nothing apparently wrong with the man and yet he was failing before our eyes.
Of course we had down a doctor from Los Angeles. He examined tho patient, looked wise and asked me what trouble was praying upon langston's mind. 1 told liim as much of the pitiful story as was necessary, and concluded by »«*k ing: "What is the matter, doctor?" "Well, I'll tell you," he said. "The man is dying of a broken heart." "Can nothing be done?" "Well, no. Not bovond making his last hours easy as possible, that is."
Of courte we could count upon Nell to do that, and I said so. Then the medical man took his fee and his departure.
In a very few days the end came. We buried him close to the spring in*the rock—aud to Nell's pitying heart, in the malu belongs the credit of the monument at Langston's. After all it is only a plain shaft of pure white marble from one of the company's quarries in Arizona.
THE UKORGIAN AND His MELON. [Macon Telegraph.) Tho true Georgia epicure never approaches a watermelon until he has turned his back on the eflbte civilization of the city. The slaughter of the melon represents a sacrifico which is as much out of place at a dinner table as a dish of deviled crabs at a satyr feast. It is an idyl of tho field that becomes a very dreary thing indeed robbod of its surroundings. The preparations for the simple ceremony are few. Otie must go into the patch at early dawn, when the dew on the grass is heavy enough to wet his trousers nearly to the knee, and stealthily, even though committing no trespass—but if it be a trespass so much the better—remove a melon to the pellucid bottom of a spring. At about 11 o'clock, when the sun is high and the heat is trembling along the surface of tho field, he should quietly carry his prize over to a snake fence under the shade of a\6f8immon tree and, having drawn a jack-knife's blade rind deep longitudinally around the melon, thump the latter upon the top rail until the inner structure is ruptured. A pious man will lift his soul in prayer when the luscious red interior, full of black eyes, is exposed, but this is not usually considered necessary,
The officiating priest then seats himself flat aground and prepares for the final ceremony. Never in nis life does a man feel the need of company less than at such a moment. A melon invariably divides with a hollow in one half and a
ffreatensues
bulging cliff of meet in the other. there be company present the struggle that between appetite and politeness scars the soul beyond repair. No man living ever tendered the fat half of a melon to another and reserved for himself the hollow delusiou but felt his existence embittered. No. absolute solitude at this critical ment is the greatest boon that can be conferred in fact, it is necessary to the harmony of the idyl. If he be alone, tho epicure, as our Boston friend would call him, pries out hunks of red meet with his knife and usee his fingers after the primitive manner of the true child of the soil to convey them to his mouth and as he eats, being skilled, the black seeds drop trcm the corner of his mouth upon the grind old mother earth, and the mocking bird, balanced upon the topmost branch far above him, furnishes the hidden music for the feast.
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TEKRK HACTK, IXD^ Nor. 22, M87. To Kate Howard, Matthew Murle, Josephine Marie, Mrs. W. Hodgfn, and all others whom it may concern:
In pursuance of an order of the common council of the city of Terre Haate, Indiana, you are hereby notified that the city commissioners will meet at the council chamber, city balldinc. on the northwest corner of Fourth and wainut streets, on Wednesday, the 2tth day of December, MBT, at o'clock n. for the purpose of appraising and aesess ing any benefit* or damages that may accrue to you by reason of the opening and extending of Herenteeth street from liberty avenue sontb to the flrst alley, in the eity of Terre Haute, Vigo counlr, Indian*.
Witness my band and the seal of said city this ad day of November, IWT. A- C. DUDOLE8TOX,
City Clerk.
"I am happy to state that I used Hood's Sarsaparilla for catarrh, with which I have been troubled many years, and received great relief and benefit from it The catarrh was very disagreeable, especially in the winter, causing constant discharge from my nose, ringing noises in my ears, and pains in the back of my head. The effort to clear my head in the morning by hawking and spitting was painful. My grocer advised me to try
Hood's Sarsaparilla,
and it gave me relief immediately, while io time I was entirely cured. I am never without the medicine in my house, as I think it is worth its weight in gold." MBS. 6. B. Ginn, 1029 Eighth Street, N. W., Washington, D. G. "I have used Hood's Sarsaparilla for catarrh with very satisfactory results. I have received more permanent benefit from it than from any other remedy I have ever tried." M. £. READ, of A. Bead & Sou, Wauseon, Ohio.
N. B. Do not be induced to take any other preparation, but be sure to get y&iwsi
I Sold by all druggists. #1 six for $5. Prepared only by O. I. HOOD CO., Apotliecarlcs, T.owell( Mass,
I IOO Doses One Dollar
Bucket Pump and Water Purifier,
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FOR WELLS AND CISTERNS.
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A Model Invention endorsed by Scientists and the Medical ProfessioH as a Preventive against TYPHOID, SCAllLET AND MALARIA FEVER.
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The only ntud thst bos wen In one season at tho grculeat Horse Sliows In America, IlUtioi* Htsto Fair and the American Horse Shovr, in 1886,—A3 PREMllMIH nmonntinn to noaily end ibolndiug three GOLD MEDALS, Sweepstake* in both Cleveland and Hbiro claasra,
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It Is easy to set up as there Is nothing to fasten below the platform. It will not rmt, as the chain and buckets are made of the best galvanized iron and steel.
Wo have the best pnmp for domestic use In the world. Try one tor .SO days and If not convinced, return it at our expense. With this pump as many gallons of air arrcirculated through the water "from the bottom to the top" ivs gallons of water are drawn. The pure oxygen of the air thus liberated ventilate*, vitalises »ml purjfl«» the water. After a few days use all foul taste and smell will tc removed, and the old lltttness, and insipidity is replaced by a sparkle like that of a mountain spring. It Is the only device known that will destroy wiggles, water bugs, lice aud worms, for such vermin cannot exist in living water.
Every Pump Warranted for 5 years.
Call at our place of business, No. 1"» south Second street, west of New Court House, and see glass model, showing I h»» action of tlie air on the water.
MCFERRIN BROS.
No. 15 South Second Street, Terre Haute. Ind.
OHAMPION GOLD MEDAL STUD 250 CLEVELAND UYSIENGUSH SHIRES
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"By a thorough knowledge of tn'e natural laws which govern the operations of dlge*tlon and nutrltiou, and by a careful application of the fine properties of well-selected Coeon, Mr. Epps has provided our breakfast tables with a delicately flavored beverage which may save us many heavy doctor#' bills, it Is by the judicious use or such articles of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to reslM every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to attack wherever there Is a weak point. We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with pure blood and* properly nourished frame."—[Civil Serrlee Gazette.
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