Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 33, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 February 1889 — Page 4

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PEOPLE.

THE OLD ROCKING CHAIR.

Kygriadroother sat in the old rocking chair' CBut she was not my grandmother then). And her pert little face bewitching!? fair

As she laughed a defiance to men I Her son bonnet flattered like bird on its string,

Her hair wandered free on the breeze And gayly I ween did my grandmother slag Underneath those old gnarl'd appla trees. My grandfather rode through the white orchard gat*

And tethered his roan to a tree He'd a well powder'd wig on his silly young pate, And high toasel'd boots to his kneel From the pink apple blossoms that over him hung.

He brush'd off the dew with his hat Till he came to the place where the rocking chair swung.

And my merry young grandmother sat.

The kingcup and daisy bloomed round in their pride, And bees of their sweetness did sip But my grandfather blush'd and my grandfather •ifch'd.

As he fiick'd off their heads with his whip My granny she hummed her a cunning old song"Faint heart never

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80 he woed and he prayed, and before very long There sat two in that old rocking chair I —J. G. Brennan in Temple Bar.

The Woman in White

BY WALTER WELLMAN.

For tho sccond time in his life Jasper Ward was unhappy. Jasper was a locomotive engineer on the Burlington road, and had trod the footboard of an engine as fireman and driver since his mustache first grew on his stripling chin. His career had been one of such evenness and calm, so much quiet life within himself, such absence of incident or accident, that his stoady temper had been rarely stirred by joy or sorrow. His first grief had como to him ten years or more before, when his wife died suddenly while he was away on his engine. Ho had never married again, nor seemed to care much for society or company or anybody or anything saving only his son Jack, and, of course, his engine, for which ho had a half dozen pet names. Jack wanted to be a locomotive engineer like his father, and often coaxed to be taken out to learn to fire but Jasper would not listen to this. "Go to school, boy," he said, "and learn to be something in the world. An engineer isn't much. Yet if anybody else had said this, which nobody would in Jasper Ward's presonce-^-at least nobody who know him—Jasper would have been very much grieved. He was proud of his calling proud of his record on tho foot board. Thirty years had he stood thero. and in all that timp not one accidcnt more serious than tho fracture of a connecting: rod piston bar had occurred to him. Not ouolife intrusted to his care had been lost, nor even jeopardized. For twenty years Jasper had run the same train, an accommodation, and all the people up and down that division of the fine knew Jasper Ward and his locomotive as well as they did their own door yards. Ilis face at the engine window was so familiar that to miss It for a day or two was to take somethings out of the dally life of tho peoplewho dwelt near the tracks.

But now Jaspor was unhappy when he should have been most content, for he had finally relented and taken Jack with him on the locomotive. His old fireman had been promoted to an engine, and Jack had thereupon begged so hard that hbi father finally applied to the .master mechanic for permission to take tho boy on and make an engineer of him. It was a, happy day for Jack when the master mechanic's reply was received but not so with old Jasper, for tho message contained these words: "I'll give you a now engine, too. Take out No. 451 to-morrow. With your own boy on and a shining new engine," the official could not resist the temptation of adding, unbusinesslike though it was—he wouldn't have added an unnecessary word to anybody except old Jasper—"you will be quite gay again, and will be having all tho young mon envying you." The master mechanic meant well, but it was a sad blow to Jasper. "A now engine!" he exclaimed, somewhat bitterly "what have I done that I should have my old pet taken away from mo? Well, if the old engine isn't good enough to run along yet awhile, why, I supposo the old engineer will have to go too, pretty soon. This is the beginning of tho end, sure. They'll lay the old man oil before the year is out."

His sorrow was greatly increased when ho boarded tho now engino and found that she was equipped with one of the new electric head lamps, with which the company was experimenting. Nor was that the worst of It. The whistle of the now machine was a harsh, coarse whistle, as unlike tho sweet tones of the old whistle as anything could be. The first sound of it nearly drovo Jasper wild. "They'll get me off tho road now," he exclaimed "I can't ran an engine with a headlight like that on it and such a whistle. They'll lay the old man off, but they can't say he hasn't made time. They can't say that." Making time is a sort of hobby with all good locomotive engineers. With Jasper it was a mania. "An engineer isnt worth a cent unless he can get in on schedule nineteen times out of twenty," he used to say, "and a man can always make time if he has the nerve. Let a man vet the least bit timid, so that he pulls up for everything that he doesnt like the looks of. for every speck on the track, for every down grade, and hell never make time. Let her go, l*t her go," he advised Jack "don't be afraid of an thing. When you start oat on a ran up your mind that yon are going to make time or die trying. Dont be afraid of the ditch. If it Is your fate to be ditched and stop there yon can't get away from It by shutting off steam ev.ry time she begins to jump a little or yon imagine you see something on the track. Youli imagine yon see fifty things ahead in one night, and if yon go to shutting off for them you'll never make time, never in the world, boy."

And in good truth the old man was as brave as his words. He was known along the road as a runner against everything but red lights. But from the very first day on tho new engine be was a changed man. All his old eonfidi aed to leave Mm, and he became u.^teaa :.erroas and timid. He blamed it all on the new looo live, and particularly on the electric id lamp. "Jack," he said* as they were running along one 4ay shortly after the new cnrtae had been put in use, "this mais isnt going to bring me any good lock. I koo that. I'm getting nervous, and am afraid to let her out on the down grades. That brilliant light is ruining my eyes, and something will happen one of these days. Jack, yon had better leave the roadL Go and leam to be a

smith.' An enpneer~3oesn't amount to much." .And as his pride in his own railing and tareer was aroused by these words, he nudged the throttle open a little farther, and the old look of satisfaction came upon his stern face. But this was only for a moment. Timidity and discontent were becoming more than ever marked in him, and Jack found his father anything but a cheerful running mate. But Jack didnt mind that. He loved his father dearly, and did the best he could to comfort and cheer him. "You'll be all right in a day or two, father," he said "the machine is new and the light is brighter than you are accustomed to, but youH like them both before long." "No, 1 wont," the old man replied, stubborn in his enhappiness and forebodings "they are determined to drive me •on the road with their new fangled concerns. They dont want the old man any longer. They want me to get behind time every day or two and have the boss looking after me and bouncing me. But 111 fool 'em yet. Ill make time or'" and by the way his father set his teeth Jack knew that the old man meant to drive ahead through day and through darkness, whether he could see or not. "But you must leave the road, Jack," said Jasper, as he pulled up at a station "you must leave the road, boy. Th^.j's trouble coming, and there's no reason why you should be in it." "But I can't leave the road, father. I know no other way to earn a living, and, besides, 1 want to stay with you." "No, no you have only yourself to support, and you can do that at anything. Besides, you will not be left without a little"

But, father," Jack interrupted, "I—I have more than myself to support, or soon will have. Fa-father, Mary has promised to marry me."

Jack's voice faltered, though he was not usually timid in the presence of his father. Jasper looked up with a puzzled face.

For the life of me I can't understand what a girl can see to admire in a big lout of a fellow like you," he said, at the same time bestowing upon his brawny and grimy son a look which belied his words. "What does the girl love you for?"

I don't know, father," said Jack, bashfully, and bowing his head as if to look at the water gauge. 'I don't know, unless it is because she thinks I am to be an engineer some day. I think that's it. She wouldn't love me, I'm afraid, if I were to leave tho road. I'm just sure she wouldn't."

Jack said this without guile. He believed it, and his father believed it, too. The old man smiled under his gray beard, gTeatly did tho artless compliment pleaso him. And so, almost without an effort, and without realizing how eloquently he had pleaded his cause,^Jack won his father's consent to his remaining on the engino. He was to marry tho girl he loved, and had his father's consent to marrying as quick as ho liked. Of course Jack was very happy, and whistled a little tune as he opened the furnace door and shoveled huge scoops of eoal into the glowing firebox.

Mary Clifford was a pretty girl. She had great brovvji eyes, which lookod out from under a brow of marble whiteness. Her home was near the railway track, and there Jack had first seen her while taking occasional rides with Iris father before mounting the footboard as fireman. Mary used to stand out at the front gate and watch the cars go by. A locomotive was her ideal of strength and beauty. Jasper's old engine was resplentrimmings and

dent with brass trimmings and ornaments, and these, kept as shiny as a good housewife's silver, and glistennig in the sunlight, had caught both the eye and the fancy of the big eyed maiden and doue more than half tno wooing for the boy who so proudly rode by his father's side. Once

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stopped near her home to wait for the passing of an "extra," to gratify her curiosity she came out, and was urged to visit tho locomotive cab and sit on the engineer's perch, and her bravery was tested by an invitation to mount the pilot or "cowcatcher" and ride down to the railway crossing, half a mile away. She was equal to the occasion, and thought tho odd ride such rare sport that for many a day after, and even after she had grown to be a dignified young lady, she longed to repeat the experience.

Well, the wedding day was set, and all preparations were duly made, Jack continuing meanwhile to "fire" No. 451 for his father. Jasper was becoming familiar with the new engine, but the electric headlight he could not endure without many words of grumbling and many forebodings for tho future. To add to his troubles at a time when he was little able to bear new burdens, he was transferred from his old run on the accommodation to an express train. Most men would have taken this for an honor, but to old Jasper it was an affront which he could not forgive. Nor could he help It, either, and so no took the now run, which ambitious Jack was glad to get, and between them they made very good time night after night. "A couple of weeks before the wedding day Jasper and Jack were on their way west on a regular trip, when they were stopped at tho side track near ,ry's home, to pass a belated freight train. Jack looked in vain for alight in the Clifford house, for it was near midnight. Just before the freight came thundering along, and while Jack was busy shoveling coal, old Jasper was startled by catching a glimpse of something which looked to him Uke a human form stealing through the darkness toward his engine, but he Instantly attributed the delusion to the bothersome electric headlight, turned his eyes away, and soon afterward opened the throttle and resumed his journey. It wss a moonless night in December, and the snow, softened under the rays of the sun at midday, had now been frozen and crystallised on the ground and along the earthworks of the railway, so that the brilliant rays from the electric headlamp set the eourse with diamonds, very exceedingly the veteran

hour later a red light at Miller's 8tation caused Jasper to pat on the brakes and come to a stop. "There's the train order,** said the telegraph operator, appearing at the cab window, "and here's a for Jade." "My God, father!" 1* met je before Jacper had deciphered The conductor climbed upon the pilot, tLu firai v/ords of the train dispatcher's while Jasper resumed his seat in the cab order on the yellow manifold paper, "read and backed up the length of the train, that! WI shall we doT* 1 Then he set his lever forward again, and

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take his and return fco&e. "That Is'dl that can be done, agr koj." They were two very sad nun who rode away In the cab of engine 451. They had not a word to say to each other. Bach ww busy with Ids own theaghts. was thinking that his fc beginning to bear fruit, and that the new engine and the electric lamp had brought bed luck at last. Jack was trying to think what in the world had become of Mary Clifford.

The train was rapidly approaching Buck TTill tunnel, the fierce rays from the new lamp filling the frosty rock cut with a Hnrgingr array of crystals, when both father and son suddenly uttered an exclamation of horror and-turned their faces toward each other. At that instant the locomotive plunged into the tunnel, with and a quivering of the earth. but by the light afforded by the single gauge lamp Jasper read in Jack's face that which he was dreading to see there, and Jack saw in the blanched cheek and dilated eyes of his father that his worst feared were realized. His hand trembling more violently than the engine itself, the old engineer threw his weight against the throttle and shut off all steam, and at the game moment applied the air. As soon as the train had come to a standstill he reversed, opened the throttle once more, whistled for rear lights and slowly backed the'train out of the tunnel. As the wheels lazily revolved the old man turned to his son and, in a tone which was more a whisper than anything else, gasped,out: "Did you s-see it?" "Yes," Jack whispered in reply "it was Mary. 1 saw it as plainly as could be. It was Mary standing there in the middle of the track, clad in angel's robe. Oh, I know it is Mary's spirit, and she is dead." "It was a woman's form and she held her right hand aloft in warning," said Jasper, his eyes as large as oyster shells and his frame trembling like a locomotive in toil. "It was a warning, if ever t^ere was one, and not for all tho world wi I run through that tunnel to-night, stood right in the middle of the trac' —heavens! there she is again! See, t"

Jack saw it, too, and covered hi with his grimy arms and wept. "What is the matter here?" Inqui: conductor, who had come running fo as the train stopped. "What's upf "Look!" the old engineer replied, ing ahead with one hand and wi other covering his eyes. "I see nothing except the mou Buck Hill tunnel," the conductor sai'

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It was Mary standing there in of the track. She is Jheret-she is twice!"Gosper "criedT "Who is there? There is Wake up, man—you are Where's Jack?" "I saw her, too," said the moaning "I saw her, and I am Mary is dead." "Saw fiddlesticks!" muttered ductor, as he clambered into the Jap Ward, I'm ashamed of you. Ghol on the track! Humph 1 What's the ter with you to-night?"

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But Jasper and Jack stuck to story that they had seen on the t: right at the mouth of Buck Hill tu: the ghostly form of a woman, with, hair waving in the wind and with a hi uplifted warningly. The conduc laughed at the story and ridiculed as and Jack until they consented to put the steam and go ahead. The wheels made but a few revolutions when conductor cried out, as the others had done before him, "Great heavens, what is that?" But, being a brave fellow, as it is easy for a man to oe who has never had his nerves weakened by much riding at night in the cab of a locomotive, he leaped to the ground and declared that he would solve the mystery. Lantern^in hand he pushed ahead toward the mouth o£ tho tunned. In a moment he caj^sd out for help, and when Jasper and his An ran to his assistance they found mm standing on the pilot of the locomotive with something white in his arms. "Here's your ghostly woman," he cried. "Help me get her down. She's eitSler dead or sleeping."

It was indeed a woman, and she was alive, but unconscious. Jack flashed his lantern before her face, and drew back with a cry. It was Mary Clifford.

She roused but slowly, being chilled to the marrow. Recovering consciousness at last, she surprised her rescuers by failing to scream. Instead she smiled in a queer sort of way at Jack and pulled closer round her throat the big coat which he had placed upon her shivering form. "Mary," said Jade, unable longer to restrain the eagerness of his cariosity, "how fan the world did you happen to get here?" "Why, Jack," she replied, "didnt you know I was troubled with sleep walking*

night mother and I were talking of the day I took the ride with you on the cowcatcher, and that must be how I happened to come here., Are yon sorry, Jackr'

For answer Jack looked to see that his father and the conductor were oat of sight, arguing with each other down by the big driving wheels, and thai he took the chilly ghost in his arms and kissed her lips until they at least were warm. •Tm tight and I know I'm right," exclaimed the oonductor, who was a materialist, with no use for ghosts and specter* with long hair waving in the wind. "IH "11 climl upon the pilot, np a little 111

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vate message and after you've backed wave my arms as you start forward again, cried Jack, reading and youll see what yoall see." cper had deciphered The conductor climbed upon the pilot.

Jasper t—s the dispatch and read slowly turned en the steam. The wheels "Mary Clifford has disappeared. Search had made bat a few revolutions when parties are oat. Come home." Jssper, Jsek and Mary saw before thero, was frantic, and wanted to jump seemingly right in the tunnel's month, a off 1 engine and start back on foot But shadowy, indistinct form, moving what old Jasper had a better idea. appeared to be its arms, and which all "Walt we get to Smithville." he knew to be the shadow of the condntitor said. "anc. .sere you may ask the fireman on the pilotof No. to take your place^jwhileyga «wsduei«3|

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first-femark as he came down from the pilot. "I saw It all at a glance. The thin Ice on the banks in the cut here is just like a looking glass. At one particular spot the rays from the electric headlight are reflected back and forth in such a manner that the shadow of anything on the pilot is taken up and indistinctly thrown upon the inky blackness ahead." "I don't understand it," said Jasper. "Let me show you," the conductor went on, taking out pencil and paper, while Jasper held his lantern. "In the first place, you must remember that the rocky walls of the cut are rough and uneven, presenting a great variety of surfaces, and a good many of 'em just like mirrors. Now, well call A the tunnel arch. BB are the walls of the cut. 0 is the electric headlight over the pilot. The electric rays, striking some of the rock surfaces at D, ate thrown back to E, and at E are reflected right across the pilot to F, of course making a shadow on the wall at that point of whatever image was in the way. If Jack had been looking out the cab window at the wall of the ant ho would have seen the ghost at that point, and probably the shadow of the front of the engine, and then maybe he wouldn't have been so badly scared. But he was looking ahead, as you were, and you both saw the indistinct outlines of the young lady's shadow as thrown from upon the darkness in tho cut beyond the range of the electric rays. You might travel a thousand miles without coming on another spot where such a result would appear. Now, hurry up and let's get away." bw do you account for the uplifted arm?" inquired Jasper.

That is easily explained. When I found the young lady she was silting with her right arm holding to the brace rod that runs from the headlamp to tho front of the pilot, just as she might have done had sho been awake. Besides, your imagination helped the illusion made by a combination of Jack Frost's looking glasses, the electric headlight and a sleeptalking young lady. Queerest thing I heard of.'

Queer? I should say it was," echoed Jasper, as he turned on the steam and Into the tunnel as if he meant to the fifteen

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say it was queer. But for ake, don't tell the -bOys, or* aogh me off the road." conductor promised to keep the .tter a secret, and was as good as his d. The story was told by old Jasper self one day last week, as his contriution to tho tales of the rail being re,ted by a party of striking engineers. Jssper is now a grandfather, hut has retired from the foot board, while engine 451, shorn of its brilliant front light and again carrying the modest oil lamp, brought nothing but good luck to old Jasper, to Jack and Mary since the night It was stopped for the woman In white.

Germs in the Air. .r

Mlquel has found that air at Montsouris (outside of Paris) contains, as an average, 1,002 microbes, while in a Paris street there are in a cubic meter (thirtyfive cubic feet) 9,750. The upper air In a city is, however, much purer than that of the streets. Thus Mlquel found on top of the Pantheon but 864 germs to the meter, which is thus freer than country air near the ground. But if street air is so full of germs, what can be said of the houses? In Mlquel's own house each cnbllc meter contained In summer 49,800, while in winter there were 84,5Q0. This increase in winter over summer is due to the much smaller ventilation allowed. In free air, country or city, the germs are three to four times more numerous in summer than in winter. These figures help us to appreciate the necessity for thorough ventilation, especially in cases of infectious disease.

Tightly closing the room to prevent the contagion from spreading will but add to its concentration and greatly increase the danger to the attendants. Doors and windows opening into halls or other rooms are wisely closed, but those communicating with outside air should be opened as widely as possible, and if the patient is in an upper room much of the danger of infection is avoided. It would seem best, where hospitals are built in a thickly inhabited section of the city, to take the air supply used in ventilation, especially of the surgioal wards, from a superior level by means of a tall chimney. With such air, and with walls of glazed brick instead of absorbent plaster, unfavorable results after operations, already so reduced in number by antiseptic methods, would be still farther diminished.— Lucius Pitkin in The Century.

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A MOUNTAIN REVIVALIST.

I was 'well above Rogersville, Tenn., and could look down into some of the prettiest coves and valleys in all the state, when I heard a voice singing on the trail ahead. As I came nearer I discovered a man seated on a rock with a book in Ids hand. He was a hard looking customer. ragged, unshaved and unwashed, and he sung with such energy and in such harsh'tones that I suspected he wss srazy- However, as soon as he heard *nd saw me he called out: "Be not afraid, stranger I am here to do the Lord's work. Two months ago I was the most shuckless critter in alllfennessee, and wicked to boot. Light has busted in upon me, and I am try in' to make my feller critters see and mend the error of their ways. Let us sing."

He had a Moody and Sankey hymn book, but he could only read with difficulty, and his enthusiasm was too great for him to stick to the text. He burst into song.

When he had finished his song he announced that he was a revivalist on his tour to stir up the sinners of the moantains, and that he was to hold services that afternoon at Wharton's Valley, aboat five miles away. As I was bound for the same place we went on in company. 1 soon discovered that the man was rough, ignorant and given to plug tobacco, but he seemed earnest in his mission, and so 1 found many excuses for him. He could chew more tobacco in a given time and spit further through his front teeth than any man I over saw. I carried a few plugs in my knapsack for the benefit of the natives at large, and he soon discovered this and now and then would observe: "Yes, stranger, although you may hev bin a pirate, there's kopo ahead fur you, and I'll take another bite o' that plug."

By the time wo had arrived at Wharton's, he had wasted half my stock, and had spat upon every rock on tho wayside. There were two cabins hero, with three others within the mile, and about fifteen people had gathered to hear the revivalist talk. He Introduced me as "a teller critter" ho bad picked up on the way, and added that I evidently needed praying for the worst way. The people received him rather coldly, I thought, and I soon learned the reason. When we had had a bite to eat the people arrangod themselves about the open door of the cabin, and the revivalist began by saying: "Thar's sin and wickedness yore—heaps of it. You'uns is nuthin' but a shuckless pack of sinners on yer way to a fiery ftirnace fed with sulphur and brimstun. The devil is clus behind the hull of ye, an' he's bound to git yo." "Look-a-yere, Joe Williams!" interrupted a tall and serious looking mountaineer as he rose up, "let's start this yere sarcumstanco at the beginnin'. In the fust place, who was yo?" "Don't interrupt a sarvent of tho Lordl" warned Joe. "Yes, who was ye?" inquired a woman as sho laid aside her snuff stick to stand up. "Yo wa3 pore an' shuckless an' low down, Joe Williams, only a few weoks ago. Yer hull fam'ly was bar'fut, an' the best ye had to eat was b'ar meat an' pones. Ye drank mo' whisky than all the men put together, an' ye never had a second shirt toyer back!"

This wasn't a corker for Joseph. Ho heard tho woman through with a smile, and then said: "A sarvent of tho Lord must take the abuse of shuckless sinners other tjheek. I hev cutn no vera to warn ye that the seventh signals HdS ulif Wt in the heavens as .a warain'l Wool Wool Woe! Them as gin heed will pass down the trail clothed in silks an' satins an* pearls. Them as scoff an' revile an' cuss around will bo tooken by the heels an' flung into the fiery furnace, which is 100 feet deep an' full of twistin* sarpints."

Two children were overcome and began to cry at this, but the father of one of them gave him a box on the ear anl rose up and said: "Who was you an* what is you? We all know you to bo a shlff'less, onery, shuckless varmint. You wasn't fit to wipe up skunk's ile fur ten long y'ars. Then ou went over to Knoxville,' jined the lalvation Army, an' hev cum back yere to call us pore and wuthless sinners." "Let us sing," said the revivalist, as the other paused, but the people groaned him down, and the other continued:

We've bin feedin' yer pore heartbroken wife and children, an' you hev bin gallivantin' around an' purtendin' you had a call from tho Lord to whoop 'er up. I kin tell yo toyer face, Joe Williams, that this settlement wants none o' your kind of religun, an' it wants a mighty sight less of you! Git right down an' shet! "Hain't I got religun?" demanded Joe.

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"Has a b'ar got wings?" answered one of the women. "The Lord wouldn't hev ye, Joe, an' you know it. You's too onery all through. You's too lazy to hold to religion if you got it." "He's jist got to sheti" shouted another woman. '"Hain't I got no call to spread the Gospel?" asked Joe. "Nary call," answered one of the men who had spoken before. "You has jist got a call to be meaner pizen, and that's all thar' is to it."

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alleged revivalist. "You

ou hev I Now, then, you pint fur home! Mariar Is thar a-waltln an' the three children ar* thar a-waitin' an' you jist git up an' airn some pork an' corn an' let the Lord alone. If ye don't do it thar's gwine to be some tax an' feathers around yere!" "Nayburs," said Joe after a painful pause, "if I've mistook than I've mistook, freckon yon know better nor me. an' I'm willin' to take advice. Beats all creation how I mistook, bat I shan't go agin yer words."

With that he stepped down and out and ceased to be a revivalist and soon disappeared. Then the big man with the serious face got up, turned his eyes to heaven and said: "Oh. Lord, we is onery an* low down. We is shuckless an' shifless. We hev made whisky agin* the law, an' we hev bin liars an' profanera. Thar's nothin' pizen that we hevnt at some tune or other, bat we reckons on thy goodness to forgive. We is por%sn* ignorant. Some of lus can't read nor write, an' we is alius aifin* with bod-

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an'let the notches on the stick show np in our favor." With that the meeting ended, and the big tn»n took me by the nand and said he hoped b6 hadn't ofrended my religion, and •hot 1 must stay all night at his cabin. "Yer see," be felt to explain, "when religun is religun, an' it's the pure quill an' no water in it, there'# never one of us but kin take it in largo doses an' be thank* ful to the Lord fur sendln' the messenger hot when an onery. wuthless cuss* Tike Joe Williams sots up to hev got a call to spread the Gospel, an* be eums yere mmnnfT as ss know him to spread it. why, we feel to make him abet."—-M. Quad in Detroit Free Presa. 1

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Probably no one thing has caused such a general revival of trade at Cai Krietenstein Drug Store as their giving away to their customers of so many free trial bottles of Dr. King's New Discovery for Consumption. Theii trade is simply enormous in this very valuable article from the fact that it always cures and never disappoints. Coughs, Colds Asthma, Bronchitis, Croup, and all throat and lung diseases quickly cured You can test it before buying by getting a trial bottle free, large size fl. Eveiy bottle warranted. (8)

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The transition from xne transition irom long, lingering and painful sickness to robust nealth marks an epoch in the life of the individual. Such a remarkable event is treasured in the memory and the agency whereby the good health has been attained is gratefully blessed. Hence it is that so much is heard in praise of Electric Bitters. So many feel they owe their restoration to health to the use of the Great Alterative and Tonio. If you are troubled with any diseaseof Kidneys, Liver or Stomach, of long or short standingyou will surely find relief by the use of Electric Bitters. Sold at 50c. and 91 per bottle at Carl Krieteustein's drugstore. S

Bncklen's Arnica Salve.

The Beet Salve In the world for Cuts, Bruise^ Sores. Ulcers, Salt Rheum. Fever Sores, Tetter, Cnapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and all skin eruptions, and positively cures PI or no pay required. It is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction, or money refunded. 25c. per box. For sale by Carl Krietenstein, 8. W Cor. 4th and Ohio.

It Makes You Hungry

I have used Pome's Celery Comjxjund and It has had a salutary effect. It invigorated the system and I feel like a new man. It improves the appetite and facilitates digestion." J. T. COPK-

LAND, Primus, A O.

Spring medicine means more now-a-days than It did ten years ago. Tho wlnterof 1888-80 has left the nerves all /affptd out. Tho nerves must be strengthened, tho blood purified, liver and bowels regulated. Palne's Celery Compound— the Spring medicine of to-day—Goes all this, as nothing else can. Prtucribed by Phytioiant, Rtoommendtd by DruggUt*, Endorsed by Ministtrt, Guaranteed by the Manufacturera to be A

The Best

Spring Medicine.

In the spring ot 1S8TI was all run down. I would get up In the morning with so tired a feeling, and was so weak that I could hardly get around. I bought a bottle ot Palne's Celery Compound, and before I had taken it a week I felt very much bettor. I can cheefully recommend it to all who need a building up and strengthen. ing medicine." Mrs. B. A. Dow, Burlington, Vt.

Paine's

Celery Compound

ts a uniriee tonic and appetizer. Pleasant to *"ste, quick In its action, and without any -lves that rugged healtn which dyspepsia and klnlrod^iHers. RU&SNRLHE I*.~ SIX FOR SS-AO. Druggist0'

WELLS, RICHARDSON RCO.. Burlington, Vt

DIAMOND DYES Ntxtr Jfadt "fi/way»«ure?

LACTATED FOODS

Moore's

Also:

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Pilules area most certain and speedy cure for nil discuses that arise from Malaria, Chills and Fever, etc. The act directly in tlie blood, the whole of

•pv*i 1 act directly

Pilules

Fatlon, killing

the germs that produce fever, torpid liver, con­

stipation, kidney troubles, sick headache, rheumatism, neuralgia,etc. They ure a antidote for these comlaints have never ailed for more than 15 years. They act like magic on all malarial sickness, hence they are the onlj positive for all Blood Impurities known. They will nurify and dense ths system, when everything els« has failed and as

Positive I

Cure For Chills

and fever, there is nothing (and never was anything produced, ever,) like them

for their wonderful effect*. Many hut dreds of thousands of old stubborn cases have been cured by Moore's Pilules, which all other remedies failed to touch. They area most valuable medicine to have on hand in the fami they relieve indigestion, clear the skin, act on the liver at once—hence there is no need of the harmful cathartics, They are worth many times their cost to any family. Those who rely on Moore's Pilules are quickly distinguished by their bright at peamnce. elastic step, and tn« healthful glow upon their faces'

Moore's Throat and Lung Losenges are a most excellent temedy,—nothing better- for »re —,

Coughs, Colds, fore Throat* Whooping Cough 1 of the throat

Cough

Bronchitis. Wtiooj and sll affections and chest. They are pleasant to the taste, and give Instant relief. Put up in large 10 cent and 2S cent tin boxes—for irritation of fbe throat there is no remedy that begins to compare with them. Both remedies •old by druggists.

GBATBTUI-—COMFOBTIKO.

Epps's Cocoa

BBKA FAST,

"By a thorough knowledge of the natural

HUU v.

proper..

COCOA, Mr. Epps has provided our breakfast tables with a delicately flavored beverage which may save us many heavy doctors' bills. It Is by the Judicious use of such articles of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enoush to resist every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to attack wherever there is a weak potnL Ws may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ounelves well fortified with pure Wood and properly nourished frame."—[Civil Service Oaaette.

Made simply with boiling water or milk Sold only in half pound tins by grooen, labeled thus: VAMK8 KVVH CO-

HouMtopeUtte Chemists, London, Kng

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