Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 32, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 February 1889 — Page 7

he Carnival of Crime

Continued from Second Page. F~Foor little Kitty! the stars in their fourees fought against Sisera, and now ey war against you•If I mast wait for yon, Laura," said s. Rutledge, quite Irrationally, but jne the less complainingly, "I shall take ff my cloak. It's very warm up here."

So saying she slipped off her heavy seal iolman and threw it carelessly over the lay figure that stood near her. Now, as you know, that lay figure was me, and being totally unprepared to receive this avalanche or fur, and being taken off my

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ard and my balance at the same time, tipped over and landed in a sitting posture on the floor. In my fall my Mexican sombrero was tilted back and hung over one ear, so that as I *at there with my dirty red cape wrapped und me I must have looked like a very dissipated lay figure indeed. "What is the meaning of this, miss?" \Xasped Mrs. Rutledge. "Who is this •erson?"

A friend of mine," said Kitty, imperturbably. "Mr. Malcolm, let me present 'ou to Mrs. Rutledge. Mrs. Rutledge—

Ir. Malcolm." "Happy, I'm sure," I managed to mumble, at the same time trying to rise and •divest myself of my absurd trappings, that I might be prepared for the

cident in the drama, which I verily believed would be nothing less than assault battery. At that moment, however, diversion was created by an unmistakable and very loud sneeze from the screen. "The cuckoo clock 1" exclaimed Mrs. Rutledge. "The cuckoo also is a friend of yours, I suppose," she continued, with Ann irony. Mnw-Mng across the room she dragged the portiere awaj from the screen. The latter tumbled over at the aume time, disclosing Fred, disheveled ^tnd dusty, kneeling on the floor, and looking for all the world like some pious chimney sweep.

The situation was too much for Kittv She went off into peals of laughter, In which, I must confess. I Jdined, having by this time recovered from my own discomfiture. Fred got up off the ground and sheepishly dusted hfs clothes with bis handkerchief. Miss Wlndom glanced timidly at the matron. The latter was a statue of wrath. "Put on your things at once, Laura, and come with me," she commanded,when she had recovered her speech.

Laura meekly obeyed. The statue of wrath marched out of the room, looking neither to the right nor to the left, with the air of a tragedy queen on her way to execution. R. U. E. Miss Windom fol lowed her silently, but at tbo door she turned and threw a kiss back at us,which wo immediately proceeded to scramble for.

Wo all resumod our seats after we had heard Miss Windom and her aunt bestow themselves In the elevator.

Kitty aad 1 were disposed to be jocular over the adventure. But nothing that wo were able to say could cheer up Fred. He was sure now that he had put an end once and forever to all his hopes of Laura. He made two or three sickly attempts to join our laughter, but his mirth was too evidently assumed. Finally he muttered something about "not feeling quite up to himself," and took his leave. I stayed behind to have a little chat with Kitty.

We sat together for a while in silence after Fred had gone, watching the evening shadows lengthen across the polished floor, until they encountered the flicker inga from the

feasant fire that burned in drew a few pane.

the hearth. Outside, as the night drew on, tho wind rose, and presently a few

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The'contrast between tho comfort within and tho cheerleesnees without soothed me into a pleasant reverie, which was suddenly broken by Kitty's parrot crying out, "Who's a Mugwump?" from his perch in tho dark corner by the easel. "Confound the bird I" 1 exclaimed. He had sent a cold shiver up my spine, bringing mo out of my comfortablo day dream with a jounce. I sat bold upright and softly swore at the bird. The imp seemed to read my thoughts, for he burst into shrieks of fiendish laughter that set my teeth on edgo. I threw myself back in my chair and covered my ears with my hands. "Kitty," said I. when the bird had finally relapsed into silence, "what do you think of it nil?" "All what?"'asked Kitty. "Why—you know—Fred and the girl. They'll make a nice couple, don't you think?" 'f "Verv," said Kitty, shortly. Her face was hiaden in the shadow as she leaned back in her big arm chair in ono corner of the fireplace where the dickering gleam from the flames could not reach her. "1 fear there is but little chance of their finally coming together." I suggested sympathetically.

Kitty made no answer to this. I resumed: "Yon know he cannot write any more than that ancestor of Pendennis, who signed Magna Charts with his sword hilt."

Still no response from Kitty's dark oorner. "But they seem to be so fond of each other," I went on, "I don't seo why thqjr should keep apart. He has some money and she has plenty of it. It's all foolishness, this waiting until he has dono something in a literary way. They'll die a bachelor and a maid if they wait for that. It's a great pity. Dont you think sot"

Being thus directly appealed to, Kitty came out of her dark corner, and, leaning forward so that the firelight fell upon her pleasant face, said, laughing: "You poor old Arcadian, why dont you bind your brow with roses, get yourself an ornamental shepherd's crook and take to ding flocks in the Happy valley!" "1 hank you for the suggestion, I replied. "I'll think of it. YU1 you please tell me what has caused this outburst of Irony? Dont you think Fred is good enough for your friend? Well, I do then!"

I really didn't think anything at all about it. But I know the best tray to bring Kitty out is to oppose her views, and I thought to do so now by taking up the cudgels for Fred.

Oh, you do, do you?" murmured Kitty, sarcastically. "Yes, I do!" said I, a little nettled by her manner in spite of myself. "If you think she's too good for him because she happens to hare a fortune, I dont agree with you, that's all." "Ou, you dont!" echoed Kitty. "I thought you set up for a cynic," she went on, with an amused smile. "Let me tell you, my friend, one thing—no, two things. These young people, like all the rest of us, will have to row their own boat. Also, 5ple w* push their noses into other jx

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them sadly pinched." "Hum, thanks," said I. "ToaYe very Then yoa dont intend to help iemr ..

Kitty looked into the coals for a moment meditatively. "What can one do?" she asked.

Of course, I didn't know, so I relapsed into silence. Presently Kitty arose. "Do you know it's getting to be nearly dinner time?" she said.

I was very comfortable and disinclined to move. But when Kitty intimates that solitude will be agreeable to her, I know well enough to act upon the hint. So I took myself off.

The next day Fred came up to my rooms in a state of miad. He said he had mislaid his manuscript of the "Carnival of Crime," and couldn't imagine what he had done with it. "You remember," he said, "I had it at Kitty's. It was all sealed up and ready to be sent ozc to The Eclectic. I've tried the cheap dogs with it, and now I'm going to fly at the high game. I dare say I'm tempting Providence, but nothing venture, nothing gain, you know."

I remembered, of course, that I had tried to lose the manuscript under the sofa in Kitty's room. So Fred and I went around to the little woman's studio, where we found her at work on Miss Windom's portrait. She was In very high spirits, and winging blithely. I told her what we were after, and Kitty said that we had come too late. "I found the packet tinder the sou this morning," she said. "I guessed what it was. It was all ready for the mail and directed. So I just gave it to the postman. I wanted to have some hand in furthering your fortunes, Fred," she smiled benevolently on that young man, "and I thought I would hasten the story on its way to the publishers as much as possible.

Fred thanked her. "1 dare say it's no use," he said. "But I shan't ceass from •ending that story to the publishers until every last one of them has had a shy at it. You know how much there is at stake." be concluded, looking at Kitty and blushing violently over the memory of yesterday

Kitty undertook to cheer him up. She said that the fact that the story had been rejected once or twice meant nothing She had often beard of articles being accepted after all hope of such good luck had been abandoned by the authors. "Keep a stiff upper lip, Fred," she said. "I've a presentiment that this time you'll be fortunate."

I was myself, of course, utterly skeptical But I joined my voice to Kitty's, and before we left her the young author was half persuaded that fortune was at last about to smile upon his efforts.

It was some time after this before I saw any of my friends again. Kitty was sent to Boston to report the Women's Needlework exhibition for The Talltower. Miss Windom went with her friends to spend a couple of months at Fortress Monroe. I myself was engaged by a party of sporting friends on a shooting expedition at Montauk Point. There we had such excellent sport that I, when I finally did come bock to the city, returned in the most amiable frame of mind. It is always a relief not to have to lie about one's hunting experiences. And this time I was able to toll the story with but an imperceptible stretching of my conscience. I felt It to be a luxury.

My good nature was so great on tills account that I did not even swear when Raeburne burst into my room, slamming the door with such violence as to knock my favorite meerschaum off the mantel into tho fireplace, smashing it into fragments, I was engaged at the moment with Gorbould, the critic, called by his friends after the aboriginal fashion "Old-man-who-know8-it-all. He was relating some private tattle about the latest dramatic success, a kind of gossip that is always palatable to me. Well, we were thus rudely Interrupted, the labor of seven years lay ruined on the hearth stone, and yet I used no violent language. I merely said to Raeburne, pointing to the remnants on the hearth: "You have dropped something, Fred. Would you mind picking it up?"

My pleasant manner was, however, by no means imitated by tho great Garbould. He had not been duck shooting, and he could not be expected to be in so sweet a mental condition as myself. Besides, Garbould is not used to being interrupted. He is always treated with the greatest deference to his face, whatever liberties may be tr^ren with him behind his back. So that (red's headlong entrance was a shock both to his nervous system and his self esteem. "Hang you, Raeburne," he exclaimed In great heat. "What's the matter with you? You must be suffering from a determination of blood to the head. Nature abhors a vacuum, I know. But you'd better hold on to yourself. If I were you, I'd take medical advice." "Advice bo blowed," shouted Fred. He waved a letter In his hand in great glee. There was evidently something in the wind that rendered honest Fred impervious to sarcasm and to wrath alike.

story's been accepted.

"My story** bee* accepted. 'What, 'The Carnival of Crimef1 gasped. "Yes, _es," cried Fred.

Who tho devil would take anything of yours?" growled Garbould. "The Eclectic, and no mistake, yoa duffer," replied Fred. "Nonsense," we both cried. "Here is the check to prove It," said Raeburne, producing a narrow slip of paper.

Of course that convinced me, and I was beginning to wonder whether after all I could be staken about Raeburne. Not so Garbould. He is never taken aback, and he is never convinced. "I have long said," he remarked, idly, "that that ir xine Is ia- vexy bad hands. Its r- -at tutors are ruining it—simply rut it.** "Yes," broke in Fred "became they wont v. any more of your naisty old war p.-^.ceocea. You are on* of date with your scandals ofjfesen Etiiabeth."

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"I must be out of date, indeed, ""rejoined Garbould, "when the mere fact of having a silly story accepted, undoubtedlythroughsome mistake,gives a boy Wta yoa the right to insult a man whose name was a household word long before you or your magazine were born, and will be when you are both forgotten."

Raeburne was about to make some rash uply( and there is no knowing how far the wrangle would have proceeded, had not I come to the rescue as peacemaker. Fred is something of a Hotspur, and as for old Garbould, he is an FngHshTnan, and is gifted with more than the usual amount of true British obstinacy. It was therefore with some difficulty that I at last succeeded in reconciling them. Fred was the first to come round. "Come, old man," he said, holding out his hand, "don't be huffy. There, I apologize. Give us your fin.

Garbould. consented to be mollified, and smiling peace once more abided with us. Of course great piece of news knocked all other subjects of conversation on the head. The fortunes of "The Writing Master," the play Garbould had been talking about, no longer interested me. I read Fred's letter from The Eclectic while Garbould examined the check (for a good round sum it was, too), at first loubtfully, then critically, but at last approvingly. He was forced to admit that Fred had written something which, for some reason or other, had found favor in the eyes of one of the greatest literary authorities in the country. Garbould is a critic, and it goes without saying that he is a skeptio and a cynic at the same time. Of course, he admitted nothing openly, but I thought I could see a gradually dawning respect for Raeburne in his tone and manner as the conversation progressed. The old fellow is intolerant to a degree, and only listens to other people's opinions upon compulsion. But this afternoon he showed unusual forbearance, for him, not contradicting us more than once in three minutes. So that when the two got up to go off together I detained Fred long enough to whisper: "If I was not convinced of your good fortune by the evidence of the check, I should certainly be forced to believe after seeing old Garbould's manner toward you. I congratulate you, my dear fellow."

Fred laughed and blushed, and went off evidently well pleased with himself, with me, with Garbould, and with the world In general.

Well, the result of it all was that Fred and Laura were married. Mrs. Rutledge did all in her power to break off the match, but when she found that waS impossible she consented with as good grace as might be to an early marriage. Miss Windom said that she had given her word that if Fred got an article accepted she would marry him, and she was determined to keep her promise. Besides, she argued that the very fact of the acceptance of his story by so high an authority as The Eclectic was proof positive that Fred had a great literary career before him. Whether Mrs. Rutledge was convinced by Miss Windom's logic I have my reasons for doubting. It is far more probable that she was finally urged to forego her opp ition to the marriage rather by moti es of policy than because she was converted to a more hopeful view of Fred's future as an author. Miss Windom was an heiress, and she was just coming of age. Her guardians could, perhaps, make her uncomfortable for a short time by withholding their consent. But in the end she would marry the man of her choice, and then she was not likely to forget those who had evilly treated her. It would, on the whole, be pleasanter to have Laura friendly. And, after all, what real difference did it make to Mrs. Rutledge whether the girl threw herself away on a pauper or not? So I think that astute lady argued the matter to herself, and the conclusion was that she consented to a marriage in the spring.

So when the winter had passed away and there was a smell of early violets in the air they were married. The event took place at one of the fashionable uptown churches. Kitty and I went. It was a hot, flower scented, stuffy affair, like all church weddings. I don't remember that Fred looked any less miserable than other men do under similar circumstances. I do remember, though, that the bride was radiant. Kitty says her dress was of cream white, set in with front of point lace, and veil of the same corsage decollete. Her ornaments were diamonds, and she carried a bouquet of white jasmine. All that sounds like Jenkins, I know, but I- want to bo correct, and I have written it down just as Kitty gave it to me. Well, in this state Miss Laura Windom traveled up the long aisle to the chancel leaning on Mr. Rutledge's arm, and in precisely the same state. Mrs. Fred Raeburne walked down the same aisle ten minutes later leaning on her husband's arm. And I give you my word Way looked so proud ana handsome and tmmphant both of them, as they walked out of the church together to their carriage, that for once in a way I wasn't 6orry to see it done.

They were gone some weeks, and when they returned a grand reception was given to them by tho Rutledges. I went, but Kitty could not be persuaded, though ardently entreated thereto by Mrs. Fred and her husband. She begged off on the plea that she was nothing but a little Bohemian anyway, and not at all fit for society people or their ways. We all poohpoolied at this, but Kitty was adamant. However, a few days afterward when the Raeburnes had moved into their pretty house over on the west side, Kitty told me she wanted me to take her up to see them. So one pleasant, sunny afternoon we went up.

They were both there. I had told Fred we were coming, and he was on hand, with that proud look of superiority peculiar to young husbands pervading his good looking phis. Well, of course Kitty had to be taken up stairs and shown all of Mrs. Raeburne's new clothes. Fred and I retirea to the dining room to discuss a small bottle of wine in honor of the event. By and by the ladies came down, and then we were shown all the new silver and the other presents with which the young couple had been duly loaded.

In the midst of this pleasing occupation the front door bell rang and presently the servant announced Mr. Garbould. "Old Garbould!" exclaimed Fred. "Show him right out here, eh, Lauraf'

Of course Laura wanted whatever Fred wanted. So Garbould was introduced. Another bo*t!e of wine was opened, and the young people were pledged in due form, Garix making a very clever little talk, I r—v ber, of a kind appropriate to the an. Upon its conclusion, and just as he was about to set his glass down oa the table, he remarked suddenly: "By the way, Raeburne, I was almost forge: Fve another thing to congratxuAie you sVr?*. Your article has come out. 1*:-:m joy. It is really a very war Wt of writing, indeed."

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thing about praise from Sir Hubert Stanley. "But where did you see it?" broke in Laura, impetuously. "Oh, dear, I'm so anxious to look at it." "Nothing easier," said Garbould. "The magazine is issued today. They were just putting them out on the news stands as I came up on the elevated. I bought a copy, and one of the first things my eye lighted on was your husband's article." "Where is it?" asked Laura, eagerly. "Out in nay overcoat pocket," said the critic. "I'll go fetch it."

So Garbould brought the magazine, and Raeburne, excusing himself, plunged into the book, Laura the while looking over his shoulder and reading no less eagerly than he. Garbould .began to expatiate on tho excellence of Fred's style to Kitty in his usual bumptious fashion. When the "Oid-man-who-knows-it-all" condescends to commend an author he is just as fierce about it as when he condemns, which, by the way, he usually does.

Garbould wearies me when he mounts his hobby of criticism. So I turned away from him and began to watch Fred and his wife. Every feature of Laura's face was lighted up with interest and pride as her eyes ran rapidly from one side of the page to the other. Fred's face, on the contrary, was a picture of consternation. Presently he laid the book down on the table. Laura looked at him in surprise. "What's the row, Fred?" said I. "Why, hang it all, there's some mistake. This is not my article at all." "Not 'A Carnival of Crime?*" I inquired, while Garbould stopped his flow of speech and cocked up his ear. "Not my 'Carnival of Crime,' certainly," said Fred. "Listen to this: 'A Carnival of Crime: Being a protest against the banging of horses' tails and women's heads.'" "And a very clever protest it is, too," put in Garbould. "But it's not mine," said Fred considerably chopfallen. "Who the mischief can have done this?"

He stared disconsolately at the magazine as if he expected to find an answer to the conundrum there. I looked at Kitty. She was gazing demurely out of the window. Suddenly Fred started and looked over at her.

"You did it," he 'exclaimed, pointing his finger at her. Kitty laughed. "Well, if I did, she said, "I am sufficiently up in the law to know that I can't be compelled to testify against myself. But whoever did it," she continued, "you oughtn't to be very angry. See what it has brought you." And she pointed to the lovely faoe that was leaning over Fred's shoulder. "Kitty," I put In at this juncture, "let me tell you ono thing—no, two things! These young people, like all the rest of us, will have to row their own boats. Also, people who push their noses into other people's affairs are apt to get them sadly pinched." "You might add a third," Kitty responded. "It is often a very good thing to forget and forgive. You will, won't you, Fred?'" her hand.

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Fred grasped it heartily, and I fancied there was agleam of tears in his eyes as he turned away to explain matters to his wife and Garbould. "The Old-man-who-knows-it-all" was at first disposed to feel injured, as if a fraud had been perpetrated upon him personally. But upon reflection it was apparent that all he had said about the article was as true now as it had been before, so that he was not compromised in any way. *•***. r*

"Kitty," said I, when some time after we took our leave and were wending our way-homeirard, "Kitty, fed that was the reason you were anxious to get rid of me that evbning, was it?" "Of course, stupid." she said.

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pn 1 -l An Officer's Trying: Situation. I was dining at the officers' mess of a regiment at Tounghoo. It was during the wet monsoon at the time. We were sitting over our wine, when a young lieutenant called out: "I feel something creeping up my right leg." I may mention that wide trousers of American drill are worn for the sake of coolness. Ac old offloer present told the young fellow for God's sake not to stir, but sit perfectly quiet, adding that it was no doubt a snake, and that if he was to move his position he might be fally bitten. The young fellow behaved with much nerve. His face be came a shade paler, but he took the advice given him and remained quiet. He told u» in a low voice that the creature, whatever it was, could not get past his knee, and that it had ooiled itself around his leg.

Not knowing how the affair might end the oolonel had sent to town for a snake charmer. Two of these. worthies soon made their appearance, one with a reed pipe somewhat resembling a flageolet, the otner bearing a basket with flaps to it. The basket, with one flap up, was set down behind the young officer's chair, the bearer squatting down beside it. The other officers made room for the charmers. The musician commenced to pldj a low, soft melody on his pipe, monotonous but pleasing. In a few minutes the head of the reptile was seen to peep out of the bottom of the young officer's trousers, and after nodding it about a little, keeping tima with the cadence of the music, the snake slowly wriggled itself free from the young fellow's leg and glided toward the piper.

-ie music now became fast and wild, the snake keeping time with it, until, with a rapid, sharp movement, the man on tho floor caught the snake by the neck, thus forcing his jaws apart. Producing a steel instrument, the operator pulled the poisonous bag out with a dexterous jerk then threw the snake into the basket and shut down the flap. On receiving a few rupees the charmers made a low obeisanoe and retired with their prize. The snake proved to be a cobras di-capella, or hooded snake, about eighteen inches in length. After the reptile had withdrawn from about his person the young offider would have fainted from the reaction, but the "old hand" had a tumbler of brandy ready, which he made the youth swallow. This restorative soon put him to rights, although I dont suppose he forgot the incident for some time.-•Cor. San Francisco Chronicle.

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WOMEN JOURNALIST.S

Mrs. Leslie Works In CIom Fitting Garments—Some of the Others.

It is a mystery to the profession of women journalists how Mrs. Frank Leslie ever manages to get through her work dressed as she always is in her office. When a man has a special piece of writing on band he throws his coat off, run his feet in a pair of old shoes or loose slippers, opens his vest and buckles down to his desk with his arms spread over half the desk room. Ella Wheeler Wilcox put on a Recamier gown that goes over a jersey and belts under the arms, does her feet up in cork sandals, lies back in a big willow rocker, and writes with her copy paper thumbscrewed to a thirty-two inch blotting pad.

Mrs. John Sherwood goes to tbe top of her house, where ber study ut located, wraps herself in a blanket robe of blue and custard wool, and, seated before a gas log, she dictates to her stenographer a syndicate letter in an hour.

Mary Mapes Dodge, of the St. Nicholas magazine, wears a loose suit planned after a Brighton bathing suit that fits like an old habit, and in which she confesses to accomplish an ocean of work.

Even Hattie Hubbard Ayer has her long K«lf fitting princess with a Fedora that permits an absence of corsets or reeds, and thus robed she gets through as much work as any ten women of ordinary industry in the field of labor. But Mrs. Leslie prefers to sit at her desk from 9 until 3 o'clock dressed in French costume that is stayed and stiffened till it fits without a wrinkle or a crease. Her sleeves are poems, her back is a study, and her waist could be spanned by a necklao& All her gowns are black silk in gross grain or moire, and she has an assortment of little black aprons made of surah, net, or gauze and ruffled with white lace. She never wears a collar or a ruche of any sort, the finish for all her high neck consisting of a band of cream white, inch wide, fancy edged ribbon which she ties in a little bow at the right side. And her feet! In the name of the canonized Crispin I dont know how she stands in them, for they are shod in No. 1 boots, and I would wager my pet feather fan she does not weigh less than 140 pounds in her bath robe. These little shoes are, after the Spanish, made of black kid and laced, tipped and stripped with silver.

Running tinder her white oak desk is a steam pipe which coils for a foot rest, and here Mrs. Leslie sits toasting her feet as she writes letters, poems or serials for out of town papers. A fan of painted feathers is always within reach, and when an inspiration is wanted the raven quills are put in motion.—New York Letter.

Potomac Dnok Hunters.

The ordinary shotgun, however perfect it may be, is altogether too tame and ineffective a weapon for the professional Potomac duck hunter. He must have something that mows down the game like a machine. He generally uses what he calls a "big gun," the barrel of which is from ten to fifteen feet long, and which carries a pound and a half of shot and a half pound of powder. This engine of destruction is placed on a sort of pivot or rest in the bow of a boat or skiff, with the muzzle extending overboard and the butt resting against a packing of rags or something similar in the bottom of the craft. The man who uses it lies flat in the bottom and approaches the ducks by means of what is called a "creeping paddle," which is very short and is worked by a hand stretched over the side of the boat.

When a point has been reached sufficiently near the ducks some movement is made to frighten them, and as they rise in great fluttering black clouds the "big gun" is fired into them, sometimes killing many dozens. The rebcund of these guns is so great that they sometimes throw the skiff back forty feet and even sometimes sink it. The force of the rebound is caught by the packing in tho bottom of the boat, and, as may be imagined, not against the shoulder of the man who fires it Another device of similar character, practiced by Potomac market hunters, is to arrange from seven to ten old musket barrels on tbe edgo of a boat and have the triggers of all of them connected by a string, wtJoh, when pulled, explodes the entire set. In this way as many as 300 ducks have been killed at one fire, many of them canvas backs,—Washington Post

He was selecting presents for his girl before Christmas. He bought an amber comb, a box of caramels, and a bottle of Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup, and showed himself thereby aright sensible dude. "Enterprises of great pith and moment" are'' so engrossiQg the minds of men, that they neglect their own affhirs, and grow old with pain, forgetting that a bottle of Salvation Oil will cure all.

Bow to Walk.

To secure a good gait in walking let a boy become a good runner, in form—that is, head op, feet low and elbows held to the sides. A good runner will have a step springy as a cat's in ordinary motion. If a boy is lumbering in gait and sprawls constantly, be needs physical education at once. Ten to one he is growing and uses up all his forces in more accretion—has not nerve enough to go around. Boys at stage ought to have the treatment of the old Greek gymnasia, precisely what our expensive gymnasiums leave oat. He needs the hot bath, followed by the briefset oold sponging, and then shampoo or masMgetfll the joints are suppled and muscles relieved of their aching and "growing" pains, which area very real misery.

Hbthing more encourages a boy's growth In stature than such treatment Hot vaseline robbed on aching muscles will relieve and prevent cramp from over activity, which boys suffer with as well as tbe opposite malady. It is certain that a boy will not be any lem active for feeling as fit as possible. Tbs state and city will do well by its people and their children when the money flung away in expensive school bouses is economized to proride free bot baths in civilized fashion. Asa preventive of disease the new provision would be well worth the tax payers' money.—Shirley Dare

Only eight counties in Kenans are now without railroads. Five of them are in the aitoeme southwestern part of the state.

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I am going to tell you of the extraordinary chauge your Cuticura Remedies performed on me. About the first of April last I noticed some red pimples like coming out all over my body, but thought nothing of it until some time later on, when it began to look like spots of mortar spotted on, and which came off in layers, accompanied with itching I would scratch every night until I was raw, then the next night the scales, being formed meanwhile, were scratched off again. In vain did I consult all the doctors In the country, but without aid. After giving tip all hopes of recovery, I happened to see aa advertisement in the newspaper about your Cuticura Remedies, and purchased them from my druggist, and obtained almost immediate relief. 1 began to notice that the scaly eruptions gradually dropped off and disappeared one by one, and have been fully cured. I had the disease thirteen months before I began taking the Cuticura Remedies and in four or five weefes was entirely cured. My disease was ecEeuia and psoriasis. I recommended the Cuticura Remedies to ail in my vicinity, and I know ofta great many who have taken them, and thnnk me for the knowledge of them, especially mother* who have babies with scaly eruptions os their heads and bodies. I cannot express in words the thanks to you for what the Cuticura Remedies have been to me. My bod^ was covered with scales, and I was an awfol spectacle to behold. Now my skin Is as nic* and clear as a baby's.

GEO. CETOY, Merrill Wis.

Sept. 21,1887.

Feb. 7,1888.—Not a trace whatsoever of the disease from which I suffered has shown itself since my cure. GEO. COTEY.

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Catarrh to Consumption.

Catarrh In its destructive force stands next to and undoubtedly leads on to consumption. It is therefore singular that those afflicted with this fearful disease should not make tt the object of their lives to rid themselves ot it. Deceptive remedies concocted by ignorant pretenders to medical knowledge bave weakened the confidence of the great majority of sufferers In all advertised remedies. They beoomo resigned to a life of misery rather than torture themselves with doubtful palliatives.

ButthiB will never do. Catarrh must be met at every stage and combated with all our might. In many caseB the disease has assumed dangerous symptoms. The bones anA cartilage of the nose, tne organs of hearing, of seeing and of tasting so affected as to be useless, the uvula so elongated, the throat se Inflamed and Irritated as to produce a constant and distressing

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