Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 30, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 January 1889 — Page 7

'Keeping the Cash.

Continued /rom Second Page. I so it was that Bren played devil's ,^ate against himself. And it moat be Ted that his client had no great reason displeased with the plea. [a the morning Bren went straight to desk. A disagreeable duty, he would It it off his hands at once. Duty or nerwise, it was certainly not agreeable Jhen it came to the point. That was •ejudice, Bren said. What right had he let his likes or dislikes stand in the way justice? Wasn't the right course plain Fiough? Yes, Bren, it was plain enough

why were

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I the store. He crossed a foaming gutJkr, and a folded paper eddied into the (jwer below. He sealed a $50 note in an lvelope and addressed it in print to Gray It his lodgings. He wrote a note to his lifijter Ellen at home, asking her to post ie enclosed letter there, and to say fothing about it. He enclosed the whole li a larger envelope and dropped it into the tter box with his own hands.

Bren got off eafly that afternoon. He l.ired a horso and drove round to Quincy (treet. He was almost afraid to see hor _»e fetarod she might have changed again •jut,to put on a bravo face. Kate met TLm with the old frank smile and Bren's

Rart leaped. "Yes she should like very •inch." Bren had never taken her to Irive before. The day was bright, the lay horse free cf foot. Kate was merry Ind kind. Bren was a happy fellow that Lpril afternoon. He throw care and [bought to the winds. A wild joy thrilled Vim through. When he had left hor at tier door and was driving round to the ?,ble, it seemed like a dream of heaven, wished it might have lasted forever. L'There is no need to follow Bren. He [vas himself again he was more than iiimself. Ho was over head and ears in a (passion of fondness for Kate- He walked lirid worked in a sort of golden dream, .'he stones were springs undar his feet

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laughed at cold and rain there was tire enough in his heart to light and v-m the world. One thought rang forer through his brain—Kate was Kind, .ate was kind! He had almost forottcn tho unchargod bill he would lot let himself think of it. It was pleasntor thinking what Kato had said and looked, and planning what he should do next.

One afternoon, going up from tho store, ne was thinking what he could do to please her most. Ho thought ho could •o anything in tho world for her sake, nd, unless it was to give up Kate hersolf, there wero few things lie would not have tried, I dare say. His eyes foil upon Ilrottcnham's brilliant windows. That was it. He would go over and buy hor a ring. He had ring of hers on his little finger that uiinute, that ho had got in a game of forfeits and kopt out of sport. That would give him the size. That same evening ho called upon Kato. There was 'no ono there, as it happened. Ho held up ,his linger with her ring, and sho mado a motion as if to catch it away, but chocked herself. "Now, reallv, Will." sho remonstrated, Nrttli a comical air of displeasure, "you m/ist glvo me my ring." 'Open your mouth and shut your

Ves,' Bren laughed. "Oh, come, Will." she coaxed. "Don't .ease." "Well, then, put out your finger and shut eyos."

cSit out your finger and thut yonr eyes." "Truly, now? On your honor, Will?" "Fair and square," Bren answered.

Kate closed her eyes tight, with a ighably deprecating face, and put out «r dainty finger. Bren slipped tho new ng over it quickly and called: "Time." She opened her eyes expecting to see i»r plain old ring. At the look of surso that shet Into her face when the .amond flashed tho light in her eyes 'ren laughed aloud. "Oh, Willi" sho said, "how lovely 1 It's good of you. I'd rather havo that than nything."

And the flush of pleasure that ovcrpread her cheek paid Bren a hundred tmee, he thought. He had an appoint uent to keep, and came away soon after, is appointment was with Traveler. •. "barley had asked him to go down to Coventry to look after a delinquent debtor and he was to go round at 9 and talk It

Tor, so as to take the early train. A freight train went through Ackenthale bridge that night, and Bren was detained, roseulok, the debtor, had removed, and ^ren had trouble to find him. It was hreo days before he got back. In the can time he had had a great deal of time upon hist hands, and had been compelled •o think of a great many things. One or wo tilings he had had to think of a great deal more than he cared. He was glad to ast back. It was morning when he arrived he went up and made his report. "You're tired out, Bren." Traveler said. •Knock off today and take a rest. You can square things up to morrow." "No. no," Bren answered. "I atnt red."

He was glad to find tho books all bejad. He drove at them all day. In the •venlng he went over to Quincr street. He had told her whero he was going she sorry, she had said he wouldn't be

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Mrs. Mackoron's on Friday. He ktfbw rte should be all right when he saw her ie didn't know what was the matter with liio now. Well, he went round. There was some company at the house. The fixsl Ullnff be htjpoked la ynw

lips white and com-

ised, and why did your hand shake so, tn you wrote at the bottom of the ledpage, on the debit side of kffelfinger & Co.'s. account: "To puh to Balance—$827.15," and enIred the same on the credit side of le cash? Bren opened the safe and took \ft, the package labeled, "Haffel'r's statent. Cash—$827.15." He took his hat 1 went out and paid the bill, and came |ay with a receipt in full and $183.79 his pocket, to which no man on earth l-uld show a legal title. He went back

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away, mone

Kale sftHng at the piano, where she had been playing. When she saw Bren standing at the door, a little flush came soddoily Into her cheek. She smiled, and turned her hand ss it lay idly on the keys. 11m light flashed back from her finger as It moved. Bren had not been thinking of the ring only of Kate herself. When the jewel flashed in his eyes, it struck him back as if he had received a blow. He turned bade into the hall and pretended to get something out of his coat. He had seen Kate flush with pleasure almost before she saw him and a horrible thought went through him with the diamond's flash. He had stolen Kate's love. It struck him keen and hard. He went in and tried to be himself. Everywhere the jewel pursued him with its merciless gleam, when he talked to Kate, it put him out and made him stammer and flush. He was nervous and out of sorts. He could not rid himself of that horrible, torment-, ing thought the more he tried the more It came and came. He was glad to get

He went home and took out that aey from an inside pocket. He had kept it by itself. He had said it was sent to him he would use it for no common purpose. He had given part in charity the rest he would spena for Kate. He laid out what was left. There was just $16. He folded it up, put it back In the pocket. He took thread and needle and sewed it up. He would not have touched a cent of it now for love or life. He went to bed and dreamed that an evil demon followed him day and night and stared at him horribly with one wide, blazing eye that never shut)

Do what he might, he could not get that glittering jewel out of his head, or tho tormenting idea his fancy had bound up with it. Kate had been so gracious of late he said he could name the day of the change—the day he had first had this cursed money to spend. Not that ho blamed her, or thought of her once as mercenary. As soon would he have thought of meanness in angel of light I It was surely no blame that she liked pleasant things. And besides he had changed himself, he ought to know. But whenever aud whatever, it came to tho same thing. It was the money that had made the chango. And Bren broke out into language that I am not going to repeat.

He co.uld not keep away from Kate and somohow her grace, her goodness, her favor to Iiimself, while they charmed him, were the keenest possible pang. The flash of the brilliant seemed to burn and blind him. He said it was his morbid imagination that fancied something evil In the gleam of the cursed stone. Oh, if he only had the glittering bauble back! And he went, getting more nervous and troubled every day. Kato wore the ring constantly naturally she thought it would please Bren. She must have been sadly perplexed by Bren's behavior. Naturally, too, Bren brooded over the thing until it acquired the power upon him of a magician's spell and he came to hate and fear it with a kind and degree of horroi that I shall not rnako you understand.

Then Kato became cold as Bren grew strange and began to avoid her, while he could not keep away from the company where she was. Bern caught her once or twico regarding him covertly, with wondering glance, as he sat apart uneasily, and tried to talk with this one and that. But tho end came. One night it must have come to her dimly that Bren's straugo conduct had somothing to do with the ring. She tried it. Watching him askance, sho kept the stone turned so as to flash upon him wherever he moved. Bren grew plainly more uneasy under her haud moved about, shifted his chair, changed color and bit his lip, as he caught tho gleam again and again. Presently Bren knew that the ring was pone.

Putting on his hat to como away, feeling wretched and almost desperate, Kate glided out and stood suddenly beforo him, erect and proud, an angry flush glowing in her faco, her lips a little apart and hor breath coming quick. She did not speak, but she put out her haud with a little whito box. Bron put up his hand irresolutely, half guessing what it was. The box slippod through his fingers, and opened as it fell. Tho diamond Hashed in Bren's eyos, and the ring rolled round and lay on the floor at his feet. A suddon impulso of fury seized him. He lifted his foot and stamped upon tho ring, ground it under his heel as if it liaa been a venomous thing that was stinging him to death. Then ho turned away and rushed out into tho night.

That moment his mind was made up. lie did not see how ho could make it but he would if it killed him!

Ilo sat at his desk next day when Traveler came In. "Bren," ho said (he noticed how haggard Bren was and wondered, but said nothing), "Bron, we'll have to get another man. The business Is growing, and I'm tied up more than I can be and do the outside work."

Bren turned round with ac. eager face. "You want a fellow to sell?" "Yes." "What will you pav?" "I can get one for $12." "Charley," Bron sai\ "will you give it to me? I'll do it for ten."

Traveler facod square round, sitting on a packing box In front of Bren's desk. "Hang it, Bren, you're crazy. Do you want to give up tne books? What do you mean?" "No," Bren answered, "I can do both. There are spells through the day when can work at the books—I'll do tho rest nights. I tell you, Charley, I've got to save money some way. If you won't let me have this, I'll have to get something else. I'm in a hard place, Charley," and Bren bent over tho ledger, and Traveler thought ho did no* see it very plainly just then—"I'm in a hard place, and If you'll let me have this you'll help me more than you know." "Well, well have it your own way, Bren,** Traveler answered, it if you like.**

•you can try

So Bren went to work. He made up a bed in a storage loft and gave up his lodging. Week in and out he did his double work, day after day, night after night. He ate

the

plainest fare. He wore

his clothes till they were threadbare and thoroughly shabby, and patched them with his own hands. Only he laid by one

tramped

mile to keep up his health then he was hard at work till it was high time and he was glad enough, to get to bed. And, in a grim way, he was happy again. The pain about Kate was bitter enough, and ever present. Kit be was on the way bade to the straight trade. It was happiness to look before and think of .being d—to go ahead ones mora And the R: faction was none the less keen that the way was bard and long be felt he was doing manly, honest v-rk. Traveler saw it was doing him 4, and tot him alone. He did not go near Kate be could not. He did not dare tell her the truth. He said that be bad no right to go and let her think be was worthy of fn

Ebnest girl's regard, when he knew he was not. Or, at least, not yet when be was out of this, he trusted he would be then. He feared what might happen meanwhile, feared that more than anything now. He prayed God she might not change.

The summer beats came on. Bren grew thin and white, but he kept his health yet. But Traveler grew afraid. He came In one August day, not and tired, and out of sorts. Something had fretted him. Bred was plodding away at his books, having an interval of a few minutes between ffldft"- His pale face fired Traveler. "Curse it, Bren!" he broke out. "How

my pJ

won't." Bren looked up with a whiter face"Let me be, Charley," ho answered, doggedly. "I'm all right, I tell yon. If you let me alone, I'll be done with this two weeks from Saturday night."

And Traveler turned away and found fault with everything, stormed at the men, slammed things right and left and finally came bade and pulled Bren roughly off his stool, ordered him out of the place, and not to show his face again that day. Bren knew better than excite hi* friend's stormy temper he went off and caught a boat bound up the river landed ana lay down under an oak on the river bank, and slept on the grass all the hot afternoon, like a tired child. Traveler sat down at the desk when Bren was gone, and worked away till he had the books square to date, never speaking a word the whole afternoon, and no one daring to speak to him. Then he got up and closed the ledger and went home to tea, whistling "Listen to the Mocking Bird."

Those last weeks of that summer were hot and dry. Bren got little sleep nights the baked brick walls never cooled, night or day. One's ordinary round became a burden Bren's double stint grew day by day a load heavier and harder to carry. Toward the last he staggered under it a

ood deal. But he bore up stoutly. Often would have to lie back and shut his eyes, for a blindness and dizziness that came swarming into his eyes and brain. But he would shake his head clear, like a half drowned diver, and go at it again, game as a terrier. It was not over wise of Bren but he never could bear to wait. There was a kind of grim joy in the very ardor of the fight. He felt that the ond was worth it all, worth anything, if he could hold out. And he felt that the satisfaction of victory would be keen in proportion to the pluck and patience spent. But those hot weeks told upon him. day by day, and steadily pulled him down. If it had not been for Sundays I do not believe he would have pulled through. I am afraid our young friend was not over regular that summer in his attendance upon public worship.

Well, the longest season comes soon enough to an end. The end of August was now within two days and nights. It wafe Saturday evening, the 29tli. Bren was writing weakly uc his desk, his face and hands thin and tired looking enougli. Traveler came in and sat down by him there was no one else in the place. He waited a little while then he got up, took the pen out of Bren's hand, laid the blotter between the leaves and closed the book. "Bren," he said quietly, "it's 'two weeks from Saturday night-" "I know it, Charley." -Q^

Traveler counted out Bren's double fay and laid it on the desk. "It's the last time, Bren." W'

Bren stood up at that, his thin face all flushed. "Shako hands on that," he says. "The last time, Charley the last time while I live, so help me God!"

He took a roll of money from an Inside pocket. He spread it out and added part of what lay on the desk. He ran quickly over the bills: $188.08—principal and interest of the uncharged bill, for four months, at 7 per cent, per annum. He took up what was left and held it up to Traveler. "Charley," ho said, "I've been through the fire and como out scorched. There's all tho money I own in the world—nine dollars and thirty cents."

Ho told him tho whol* story he showed him tho bill and the balance account, and thfl lying entry on tho cash. His cheek flushed hot as ho pointed out tho lying figures, and a bitter dimnoss came into his eyes. Traveler looked over Bren's shoulder, silent and stern. Bren drew his hand furtively across his eyes and looked round at his friend with a deprecating face. "Dop't be hard on mo, Charley. It was a liard place. And it was me it hurt." "Bren," ho answered, his face and voice all grave. "I wouldn't have believed it of you. I'm sorry it has happened. But never mind now. It must have been a tight place. And you got your pay you found it a rough road to travel. It ain't for me to judge you. I might have done worse in your place."

Bren paid tho money over to Traveler. They arranged it between them. Monday morning he went down to Haffelfinger's, found old Gray and bought a small bill of goods for the store. "Gray," he said then, "five months ago you sold this bill of goods. I want you to look tt up."

They were up stairs and there was no ono by. Tho old man took tho bill and Iookod at it and at Bren, putting up one hand to his head. Hesatdown and turned over his book of sales. He found the date there was no sale entered to Traveler that day nor tho next. He fumbled the leaves nervously then he looked up with a frightened face. "And this was what you meant?" "That was what I meant." "You said I shouldn't be hurt," he pleaded. "You need not. But it has got to be paid, and thin is how: look hero. Have

*Bmt it has got to be pai&, and tkti ithom." the things I Ye ordered aent. Charge the items of this old bill on the new one. Add four shovels for interest. Eater the whole In yoa? bock, tad s»y pothing, and

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAUI &* .: K-

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you'll nevarTiear ofTt again. Bren came out into the streets. He was hardly the shadow of himself. His clothes were worn and patched, and bung loose about him. He was poor and alone. He was happier that last summer mora, ing than any king on throne. His heart was light as air. He tramped with a strong new life he wanted to throw up his cap and hurrah. It was done. He was free he was free! That was the thought of thoughts. All this while he had felt himself bound and walled in. He had not belonged to himself. He had been in jail, though nobody knew. He might go where he pleased but unseen barriers went with him and dint him from honest folk. Something like this had been his feeling. And now it was as if the prison walls had suddenly rifted away, and the roof rolled off like a burning scroll. And all the free green earth was round about him once more, and the free bluo cloud land wide as heaven over head. That one thought rang round and round In his brain—Free, free, free!

Now he could go to Kate. He longed and was afraid. He feared all imaginable things. What changes might not have happened in all this weary while? What could she have thought of his strange behavior? Well, he would hope for the best he would be honest and straightforward. When she knew all, she would understand. She would not be hard upon him, he tried to feel sure. When he went round to Quincy street that night, the blinds of No. 79 were closed. Tho place was "To Let."

Mr. Arrow had gone into a silver mine lation somewhere in the west, tte had taken to teaching, somewhere iu Vermont, they believed. That was all Bren could learn. Traveler sent him home for three weeks to recruit. He came back iu ten days and begged Charley to let him go to work. He was very quiet, and apt to brood a good deal if he was not kept busy. He had been a little wild at first. The blow, as Bren was, staggered him. He thought he had deserved better it was grinding a fellow a little too hard. Virtue was its own re-ward,-was it? And that was what a man

got!

I can't tell you all that he said, ut, back of all, when the first intolerable sharpness had worn off somewhat, he saw and felt the truth—that there is only ono way, that truth and honor are best and incomparable every where and when. Better a thousand times, he honestly believed, lose love, and life, and all, than have one's will and not be worthy 1 He knew it and said it to himself while ho cursed his fate for very bitterness, and thought he should better be dead. And he did not get over the pain, though the rough edge wore away. It went too deep. He settled into a quiet, reserved little fellow, whom everybody liked, and whom no one knew very well. Traveler gave him better pay by and by. He laid by a little for a rainy day and plodded on, cheerful, in a way. after a while, with a gentlo way that surprised his friends, and an instinctive shrinking from the veriest hadow of fraud with a kind of fear.

Bren is three years older when we meet him uext. You would say lio is five or six. Sitting ono day at the same old desk, his pen betwoen his teeth, his eyes looking out to the street, but seeing things that happened years ago, the postman comes in and lays a lotter on tlie desk. Tho address is in a lady's hand which Bren does not know. He tears oil the end and reads:

BKAMMETUJIN,

•.

Vt., Oct. 11.

FRIEND WILT-—About

two years ago

there caino to live near this an old man named Gray. He had been for many years in a hardware house in your city. His daughter married two years ago, and her husband brought the old gentleman here to live he is a native of B. They are near neighbors of mino the old gentleman and I took a liking for each other. Ho has been quito ill for some time, though I am glad to say he is mending now. I was by him one night when he was wandering in his delirium I heard him speak your name. He talked of you a great deal. Whon he got sensible again I asked him abotft it. You must know what ho told me. I think I understand now what puzzled me greatly once. You can't blame me for»not seeing it then I had must know you I've thought it all over, and I can't say but that

UULUlo lilt? iUi owiug »w wuvu, a

no knowledge of the case, and you 3t know you acted very strangely. But

may have seemed to you un

just. And I came to the conclusion that it could do no harm, at least, and would be a satisfaction to myself, to write and say to you that I never meant you any unkindness. There are some tilings I cannot understand, but you and I were too good friends once for mc not to wish to be still considered

Your friend, K. A. Bren took a railroad guido from a hook beside his desk and turned it over. Then he turned round and spoke to one of the men: "Tell Mr. Traveler, when he comes in, that I'm going out of town and won't be back before Friday."

He got down at Brammerlln station as tho dusk was coming on. It was a pleasant little town. He easily found a person who could direct him. "Arrow? Yes teacher in Hillside institute. Up the hill, first road to the right—little gray house—mune, Mrs. Minim."

Bren saw a woman's figure coming down the hill alone in the dusk. He stood across her path. She looked up sharply as she came near, "Kate." "Will.*

They clasped hands, and each knew in a moment that all was clear between them. They walked together in the twilight, till the moon came up and climbed the eastern sky. They went over it all. By and by they stopped before tho little gray house. "I never cared for Brower, Will," Kate was saying. "But you were so rude to him, and so—so jealous, Will, that you made mo take his side. I was sorry then, but I couldn't help it, Will." "Never mind now, Kate. I know it was my fault. I was a grouty fooL But it woold have all come right if I bad kept dear of that cursed bill. I was afraid of you after that, Kate." "But you did what fbtrCould to make It right and you and I have paid for it doorly enough, haven't we? And you're not going to oe afraid of me an^ more— areyotiuVliir "No, Kate, dear not again, please God!

God keep thee, little Bron and keep thee true, and brave, and kind! And ao God keep us all!

THE EKD» fciM

MAKE NO XnrAU-If son have made up your mind to bay HoodVSanaparlUa do not be Induced to take any other. Hood's Sar•aparilla i» a peculiar medicine, poaaewlng, by virtue of Its peculiar combination, pro-

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A SMALL BOY'S REVENGE.

Cre&t** & Family Row Over His Father'* Pretty Typewriter.

A good story Is told on a certain well known lawyer, who now has one of his daughters to manipulate his typewriter instead of the winsome bkmdo who was formerly a handsome piece of furnituro in his office. Tbe change came about in this way:

OHO day his ten-year-old son wandered into his ofBco just as tho legal light was examining a letter written by the hired amanuensis. Iu order to read the lotter it was necessary for the lawyer to bend over the hack of the young lady's chair. The youngster looked at his parent, took in the situation, and then said: "Pa, I want a quarter." 'TBI busy now, don't bother me, boy," said the father, and he continued to hang over the shapely shoulder of the fair typewriter and peruse the letter which she held in ho* hand. "Pa," said tho boy again, "I want a quarter. You'd better give it to me and Til clear out." "Don't worry me, I tell you," said the father. "Can't you see that I am busy!"

The youngster didn't say any more, but just hung around the office. Ho looked out of the window and counted tbe white horses as they went by he pasted a row of notarial seals across ono of the desks ho emptied some sand into an inkstand and then thickened the compound with mucilage, and did a lot of other mischievous tricks such as will only suggest themselves to a 10-year-old boy. But he kept a close watch on the governor and the typewriter, and every now and then would shrug his shoulders, as much as to say: "I'll get even with you."

Finally, tho lawyer was ready to go home, and taking his little boy by the hand they walked to their modest appearing but handsomely furnished residence. Very little was said on the way, and the father was evidently nettled at what he considered the misbehavior of his son. When the family sat down to dinner he narrated the circumstances to his wife, and she sternly told the young man that if ho could not behave himself she would not let him go down to his father's office again.

The boy didn't seem to mind that much, and finally said, as he balanced his fork on his forefinger: "Perhaps I was somewhat rude and impatient, but, mamma, if you'd seen pa innn over that pretty typewriter and play with her bangs and whisper in her oar you'd have thought he'd been glad to give mo a quarter to get me out of tho way. I never know how much pa was stuck on her beforo."

Tho youngster was sent away from the tablo in disgrace, and he subsequently received striking evidence of a parent's wrath, but there was also an argument between the parents that resulted in the dismissal of the fair typewriter the following day.—Washington Star.

From Philadelphia, Pa.—I am selling more of Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup than all other cough remedies combined, and tho demand ia still increasing. T.

B. C.

TOBOLDT,

Druggist, 257 S. 2nd St.

"There's such divinity doth hedge a king that treason" fears to touch him. But rheumatism is no respecter of persons, and Royalty would do well to patronize Salvation Oil, the great pain cure.

India's Upper Class Society. Every person belonging to tho European races, an Englishman, especially, well knows how much common meals tend to social sympathy how powerful a factor they are in promoting pleasurable family existence, and in educating the young to good manners. There is nothing of this sort in Indian upper ningg society. There the men and women dine strictly apart, the women greatly on the leavings of the men, and that, too, in messes of degree very like those in a royal naval ship. Paterfamilias dines by himself, then the other men together in groups, according to standing, waited on by the women under fixed rules and lastly the women, when the men haverdone.'our poor young bride coming last of all, obliged often to be content with the roughest of the fare.

No imported woman may havo any relations with those males who are her seniors. Every bride is such an imported woman, and all tbe household which she enters, who are the seniors of her husband, are her seniors. This at first generally includes nearly the whole family, and must necessarily for a long whilo include the major part of it. In all her life sho never speaks to her husband's father, uncles, or elder brothers, though dwelling under the same roof, or, to speak more correctly, within tho same inclosure, for an Indian house is what we should call a courtyard surrounded by sets of apartments. On the other hand, paterfamilias has not only never been spoken to, but technically never even seen, by any of the younger women of his varied household, except those born within it, though they all dwell under bis protection and at his expense.—Capt Richard Carnac Temple in Journal «f The Society of Arts.

An Epigrammatic Statement. Is there anything in this world so vile As the pestilent presence of potent bile? We have it, we hate it, we all revile The noxious aausea as did Carlyle. But why bewail what soon is mended? Take P. P. P. and have It ended. All praise the power of "Pierce's Pellet," Wise people buy and druggists sell it.

Tbe Demand for End Seats.

Nine out of ten people who come to a theatre box office for seats want end ones. Why? I cannot tell exactly, but it may be accounted for on the cloves between acts theory. The demand exists all tbe same. Theatres all like to be obliging and the demand is supplied as far as possible, but as no architect has yet been found who could make every seat an end one, there is an end to the supply. It might be done by making rows of four but that would be a great waste of space, and then how odd it would look, between acts, to see two ladies with vacant seats on either side of them through the dress circle and down to tbe footlights. Wouldn't it be a novel sight? Scarcely more so, though, than on an off night to sell nothing but end seats all over tbe house, and have tbe centers of all tbe sections hollow. Tbe only thing to do is to effect a revolution and make it pleasant for men to stay in tbe theatre from tbe open to tbe finish, and tben they won't have to climb over ladies'dresses and tranp on people's corns.—Opera House Agent hi St. Louis Globe-Democrat

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Broad Brook, Conn.

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Two years and a half Salt Rheum broke out on my right, haud. itappeared in white blisters, attended by terrible itching, and gradually spead until it covered the entire back of the hand. The disease next appeared on my left hand. I tried many remedies, but could find no cure until I obtained the CUTICURA REMEDIES, which effected a speedy and permanent cure. JAMES P. KEARNEY, 284 Wood Avenue, Detroit.-

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A Word About Catarrh. "It is the mucous membrane, that wonderful semi-fluid envelope surrounding the delicate tissues of tho air and food passages, that Catarrh-makes its stronghold. Once estabtablished, it eats into the very vitals, and renders life but a long-drawn breath of misery and disease, dulling the sense of hearing, trammelling, tho power of speech, destroying the faculty of smell, tainting the breath, and killing the refined pleasures of taste. Insidiously, by creeping on from a simple cold in the head, It assaults tho membranous lining and euvelops tho bones, eating through the delicate coats and causing Inflammation, sloughing and death. Nothing short of total eradication will secure health to tho patient, and all alleviattves are simple procrastinated

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