Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 50, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 8 June 1889 — Page 7

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On this Bide Jordan'* wave, 'in a vale In tbe land of Moab, There lie* a lonely pave. And no man dug that sepulchre,

And no man saw It e'er jJ For the angels of God uhturned the soa And laid the dead man there.

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was tbe grandest funeral That ever paMed on earth But no man beard tbe trampling,

Or saw tbe train go forth. Noiselessly as tbe daylight Comes wben tbe night Is done, .And tho crimson streak on ocean's cbeek

Grows Into the great sun— Noiselessly as tbe spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills

Open their thousand leaves—

«o, without sound or music Or voice of them that wept, 811ently down from the mountain crown

The great procession swept. Perchance the bald old eagle On gray Bethpeor's height, Out of the rocky ejrlo

Looked on the wondrous sight. .Perchance tbe lion stalking Still shuni that hallowed spot. For beast and bird have seen and beard

That which man knoetb not. But when the warrior dletb, His comrades In the war With arms reversed and muffled drum

Follow tbe funeral car. They show tbe banners taken, They tell bis battles won, And after him lead his masterless steed

While peals tbe minute gun. Amid the noblest of tbe landMen lay the sage to rest, A tid give the bard on honored place

With costly marble dressed. In the great minister transcept, Where light# like glories fall, And the choir sings and the organ rings

Along the emblazoned wall. This was tho bravest warrior That ever buckled sword This the most gifted poet

That ever breathed a word And never earth's philosopher Traced with his golden pen, On tbe deathless page truths half so sage

As he wrote )wn for men. And had ho not high honor? The hillside for his pall To lie In state while angels wait

With stars for tapers tall And dark rocks pine, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave And God's own hand, In that lonely land,

To lay him In the grave. In that deep grave without a name, Whence his uncofflned clay Hhnll break again-most wondrous thought

Before the judgment day. And stand with glory wrapped around, On hills he never trod. And speak of the strife that won our life

Wltu the Incarnate Son of God. O lonely tomb in Moab's land, O dark Bethpeor's hill, Hpeak to these curious hearts of ours,

And teach them to be still. «od hath his mysteries of graceWays that wo cannot tell lie hides them deep, like the secret sleep

Of him ho loved so well.

THE TWO BRASS KETTLES.

It was a queer structure—the old Hiriot {louse in Dorchester. It was really a brick house Incased in wood—a fort house it was 'called. It was built in this way to protect the dwellers against rudo Indian assaults. There is but one bouse standing that resembles it—the Cradock mansion in Medford. There were umny such bouses in tbe old colonies, but one by 0110 thoy grew gray with tnoss and vanished. The Minot bouse itself was burned about twenty years ago, after standing about &'H) years.

The old people of Dorchester and Neponset must remember It, It rose solemn and stately at the foot of the high hills overlooking the sea meadows. Tho high tides came into tho thatch margins near it and went out «gain, leaving tho abundant shell fish spouting In tho sun. Tho fringed gentians grew Amid the aftermath of the hay fields^ around it. Tbe orioles swung in the tisll trees in summer time, and ospreys circled and screamed in tho clear sky over all.

But the orchard#—here were the fullness And perfection of the old Now England orchards! Tho south wind* of May scattered tho apple blossoms like snow over the emerald turf, and fUled the air with frajrrance. The «arllest bluebirds came to them, and there tho first robins built their nests. How charming and airy it all was iu May, when the days were melting Into summer, and how really beautiful and full of life wero all of these venerable New England homes I

After the okl house was burned 1 visited the place, and brought away a few bricks as

souvenir of a homo of heroio memories—of happy memories, too, if we except a single tragedy of the Indian war. The great orchards are gone, the old barns and their swallows only the well remained, and a heap of burned bricks ntul the blackened outline of the collar wall

It was a j^ouse full of legends and stories— woudcr tales that mice led the stranger to look upon it with a kind of superstitious aw& It had its historic lore, but the most thrilling legend asnciated with the old walls was known as "The Two Brass Kjufctk*." The legend may have wn with time, bat it was well based on hit! rio facts, and was often told at tho ample firesides of three generation* of Dorchester people. "Uncle !k»bedee,w I ptjSW. "Well, doorta* "Aunt said that you would tell he story of "Tho Twk Brass Kettles' after tL^uer." "Why. deorks yes, yes. I've been telling that story Ux-so eighty yean, come OcU ivr. Didu't you uover hsar it! I thought all :ile •haven knew about that. 'The Two 1 .-us KetUiV ye*. "They're in the old cupboard rT. String them out. and I will tell you alls it Vm. I shan't live to tell that story many more year*, Maybe shall never tell it again.1*

The tervants brought oat the two kettles into tho kitchen, wl we could see tfcseat through the widedfc^f rx»m«(loor. "JNit Vsnlu thsmkidteof Hue door before the window,N *id Uncle 2eb«$s*. *T that will da Tbat is jast wbors they wa when the Indian eatae. "You see tbe window," he added.

It had a great deep setesweoent. vim* half curtained it now on the oat and the slanting son shone through them, fts f-an* jjkmnwrtn* the -Mbw of the da. It was pit the mi .4 of the after-

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THE BURIAL OF MOBBS.

The following magnificent poem on the strange death and burial of IforaeTa great leader is a tribute -worthy of even tpgt grand old hero, and is ooniildered one of the finest productions to be found in English literature: "And be burled bim lo a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor, but no man JtQowetb of bis sephulcbre onto this day."— 'lit. xxxiv, 5th. tv Nebo's lonely mountain. i$£,

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People.

No one eouM tell where be

would strike next Tbe sight of an Indian about In the woods or looking oat of and bashes usually meantamasm* pham and {massacre*. "One Stmday In July, in 1079, the family to meeting, leaving twoemall children, a bar and a_gm, at tome, in charge ai a

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was as yon see It sow. The window was open, the two brass battles had been sooored on Saturday, and placed bottom upwards on tbe floor, Just as you see them them "It was a hissing July day. Tbe hay fields were silent There was an odor of hayricks in tbe air, and tbe bobolinks, I suppose, toppled about in tbe grass, and red winged blackbirds piped among the wild wayside roses, just as they do now. I wish that you could have seed tbe old hay fields in tile long July afternoons, all scent and sunshine it makes me long for my boyhood again, just to think of them. But I shall never mow again. "Let vie sea. The two children were sitting on the floor near the two kettles. Experience wss preparing dinner and had made afire in the great bride oven, which heated the bricks but did not beat the room. "Well, on passing between tbe oven and tbe window she chanoed to look towards the road, wben she saw a sight that fixed her

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eyes, and caused with horror, 'just like that.*

up her hands

Uncle Zebedee threw up both hands, like fiTfliP1*1^1" points, and lei his urututi drop into his lap. "Well, the maid only lost her wits for afew moments. She flew to the window and closed it, and bolted the door. Then she put one of the children under one of the brass kettles, and tbe other child under tbe other kettle, and took the iron shovel and lifted it so, and waited to see what would happen and"-—-

Uncle Zebedee lifted his crutch like an interrogation point, and weoould easily imagine the attitude of the excited makL "And—where was IP "Tbe children were under the Two Brass and the maid was standing with tbe fire shovel in her so"-— said aunt "la, I've heard that story ever since I was a girl." "Yes, yes I have it all now," said Uncle Zebedea "She was standing with the fire shovel up so, when she discqyered that the Indian bad a gun—a gun. "You see that old flintlock there, over the sideboardf I used to fire it off every Fourth of July, but the last time I fired it kicked me over once—dont you never fire it, children. It always kicked, but It never knocked me over before. 1 dont think that I am quite as vigorous as I used to bek and1*— "What did the maid do with the gunf asked aunt "Thegpn—yes, that was the gun, the one up there. The gun was up in the chamber than, and she dropped the shovel and ran up stairs to find it But it was not loaded, and tbo powder was in one place and the shot in another, and in her hurry and oonfusion she heard a pounding on the door, just like that."

Uncle Zebedee rapped on the old oak table with startling effect, and then, after a momen t's.confusion, continued:

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loaded the

gun, and went down to the foot of the stairs, and looked through the latch hole of the stair door, so—and—yes, and the Indian was standing at the window. That window. His two eyes were staring with wonder on the Two Brass Kettles. Ho had probably never seen a kettle like these before, and he did not know what they were. "While he stood staring and wondering, tho kettles began to move. Two little hands protruded under tho ball of' each of them, like turtles' paws, for the kettles stood on their ears, which lifted them a little way from the floor. One of the children began to creep and cry, moving the kettle. Thd other began to do the same. Tbe cries cruised the kettles to ring. Two creeping kettles! They looked like two big.beetles or water .turtles, and such tbe Indian might have thought them to bo, but they boUowed like two .brazen Animals, and—did you ever hear a child cry under a kettle said Undle Zebedee, with a curious smile.

We all confessed that we never had. "Then, child, you just got under ono of those kettles and holler. You needn't be afraid—there ain't no Indians npw to do ye any barm. Holler loud I" *.

I did so. "I)o you hear that!" said Uncle Zebedee. "You never heard such a sound as that before. Hollow as a belL Just like a man with lungs of brass and no body. There, let another little fellow try it."

Another child was placed under one of the kettles and uttered a continuous cry. The sound rang all over tbe room. "There," said Uncle Zebedee, "did any one ever hear anything like that It rings all over the room, scary like. "Well, tho children did not know about the Indiaif, and they begym to creep toward the light of tbe window, moving the kettles like two enormous beetles and crying and making the kettles rumble and rumble all around, boom-oom-oom, just like that The Indian's black oyes glowed like fire, and he raised his gun and fired at one of the kettles. But nothing cameof it tho shotdid not harm tbe child under the kettle. It frightened both of the children, ami mado them cry the louder and louder and scream as though they were, frantic. 'UghP said tbe Indian. 'Him no goof "The kettles wore 4II alive now, moving and echoing. Ho was more puxzled than before. What kind of creatures could these be witt) rrreat brass back and Ihrtrr r^ws, and full 1 unheard of noises Uke 'Ugh I ugh I' said he, just like that The kettles kept moving and sounding, and the Indian grew more and more excited as he watched them. Suddenly he threw up his great arms and turned his back, and—now it all goes from me again." "He said 'Ughf and threw up bis arms and tamed his back," prompted aunt "And tkf maid opened the stair door and fired," coo' n.ued Uncle Zebedee^ "Shedrew quickly back, and waited fcr the family to 'ttrn The Mldren continued to cry. But were sa as they ooold not overturn the kettles and ballets could not rrarh them. 7T, i.-"y bin an hour in great alarm. scei_ -iiman blood in the road, but no Indian. "A few TS I.f: r«-. r.7 TV.Hat. was found isoa yti It was bui in' mi'i'-.iow ti.-re, "Tbe Indian's grave," said aunt, prompting. "Yw, I used to mow over it w!-:v I was a boy, andn

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAII]

Mil Me.

Wben I bired lodgings at Mme. Hampton's, Iliad no idea that she owned so pradooaa tbhuc

daughter. Not that it would haws

made mctf difference If I had known it I bad become Indifferent to women th«r Interastsdme only as* trivial study* xoawill •ay that woman as* etoi5y is too dangerous, but it had never proved so with me. In tbe mrsntt-T" I neither sought nor avoided them iWmm wbom fate threw in my way I placed anger my mental microscope, not caring much far what It revealed. My Indifference, sr, did not arise from any lost ulu-

I never been in love, and It never occurred to me tbat the thing was poarfble. I l»d been on friendly termswith blonde and brunette, with tbe prude and the coquette, tbe deter and tbedesigning but I bad forgotten their half an hour later. Mma. Hampton herself never left her room «be wss iVmhttsm dying, but she had beea so kog about tt tnd made so little dreumstaaoa about It, that nobody gave It a thought It would seem. She saw her lodgers, aff arranged terms, and sent In the bills and yet tbe house and all its appointments seemed to share tbe order ct the planetary system. The motive power wss madame's daughter. I involuntarily pictured her, since we always picture those who appeal individually to us In any way, as a coarse featured woman, with "silver threads among the gold," a face more or lesB wrinkled, a ofcfcrp voice, big roqgh hand's, and a genius for snubbing these and *««egM"g "Kb butcher and bsiker.

before tbe open fire, with one tiny hand on the miMitr1. a lavender morning gown turned tbe knot of yellow hair at the beck of her heed, from which some purls escaped, into pore gold. There waa an air of luxury and leisure about her which was simply delicious in view of the faets. "My daughter.* said madsme presently. "EsteUe. la Mr. Van Huysam yoo have beard me speak of him."

Bstelle turned a beautiful, hanghty face In my direction, bowed slightly, smiled vaguely. "Indeed, might say I have heard you speak of no one else." Jfcdnljr the old lady htd been singing my praises, and tbe young one did not fancy the tuna

I do not know whs* thocd thrilled in my heart at those words, in that soft minorvoiee, capable of all melody, of terse"fexpression, nor how I got myself out of the room. A man who has reoeived a fatal bullet in the breast does not recognise the sensation, for the rear son that he has never experienced it before hefldoes not know Its import We met often after this, always by accident, it would seem, on the staircase, In tbe ball, and finally one night I made so bold as to knock at the door of her mut room. She wsloemed me with her haughtp oordiality, if haughtiness oan be cordial There were three or four young men already in possession, but she placed her sear my own, and while she anon threw out javelins of wit for the general benefit, I reoeived the lion's share of attention. This was flattering to my amour propre. But sUll, whenever I repeated my call, I had afleays to wrestle with a handful of younger men for the supremacy. I must oonfess that before I reached this point I had been, obliged to wrestl^ with myself to overcome a prejudice. A vim Huysam in love with his landlady's daqghter was an anomaly. Vv bat would my family and*friends say to such an affair? With what eyes would they regard it? What would Miss Douglass think, for whom I had been destined, but who had been a hobbledehoy girl of 18 wben I bad last seen her! Of oouree she could care nothing for me it would be a wound to her vanity at the most I bad never intended to marry her I bad never oonsented, in fact that bony, shy school girl, with the big eyes and lank figure, had never appealed to me I had nev«r been able to forgive her for stammering and-blushing. Besides, there had been some rumor that tbe coffers of the family bad suffered during their sojourn abroad, and I had lost sight of them through their own negligence. But, a landlady's daughter 1 The idea would wither all my acquaintances. However, love not only laughs at locksmiths, but at one's relations. Whon I sunned myself in Estelle's presenco I cared no more for the world's opinion, or for that of any Van Huysam but myself, than for the inhabitants of Platlaiid but once away frojp that subtle magnetism, then my poles changed. I saw a thousand reasons for giving her up—if one oan bo said to give up what one does not possess.' Such a thing as a Van Huysam carrying out of his sphere had never been known in the family annals. But how did I know that Estelle would marry mef To be sore, if I had been quite certain of that perhsps I should have hesitated to proceed further. The far off, unattainable and dim is desr to the so&l of man—at least till it is his to take or leave. One day, wben we were reading a new k^em together, a card was brought in. "Te\?Mr. Chester that I* am engaged and cannot see him to-night" I overheard her say to tbe servant "Mr. Chester does not appreciate our author," she apologised to me, "and I am not self sacrificing enough to aocept him in exchange for Browning." It occurred to mo at that time that there were otheri"

men belonging to aristocratic

families hu had no fear of a mesalliance with a land! lily's daughter, although to be sure th- might be limply amusing themselves, as gilded youth were wont to da Estelle would never go out with me she had no ciuperon, she said. I wondered what my sister-/n-law would answer should I write her to cfoperon my landlady's daughter to Lohengrin, sh- who chaperoned only the very elect, to speak.

Oae evening tbe OenvertOiou drifted into the subject of marriagv. Mr. Chester and some otbers were present, md led ibe theme. "I would marry the wortan I loved," said r. Chester, "if she were beggar, and my father disinherited me on fbe spot" "Beggary signifies notttxig," returned another. "One would notfask has she a dot, b»sbo blue blood.r

An ancestral tree, roots than branches," I confess 11 for myselfv to belong to the rather than to the

neither cod nor naOyl Bat faav»ta,« did frc_ IriUid a:

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short, with more a third. "As prefer my wife old families iveau riche. Poor down upetthim ith a chop girl, with n, his mother espeto his guos it must ock to weather all be

FsaJd Chester. "I It was such to fkll in love that his mother and given

think, Mr. Van Hny-

w.vc a fool that Is—I -ixpOcoal c* girls, teat and ci rstioa. gr*'*i fin was 1 onaof -.jttliul, 1 b*was *,«t bis age. be by ttkn f^*h and

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caDsd Bishop a fool iaiaat tbewhdeoe— 0(1 had essiasd malapropos to ma, and I went away with a boweould I tell her «iat although I mlgfaft drsrw the line at the shop girt, marrying a landlady's daughter was quite another affairf Bvery day, to be sure, I made up my mind that I would seek Bstslla no more that the dlffinnlties in the case were too great to be •amounted but every day, all the same, found me beside bsr. without self denial enough to resign the infinite charm of her presence, and yet too weak of will to accept all the consequences of such an alliance.

You will say that If I could thns judge and weigh circumstances I was not in love. But wheat is it, when all your soul Is saturated with thoughts Sf cos being, wben yoo seem to be not so much yourself as another! Tbe heroine in "Wuthering Height asks, "Do I krre Heathdiffe! I am Heatbcliffe and so, I am sure, I felt with regard to EsteDa. Iam certain that In time I should have overcome all obstacles, that tbe nobility within me would have got the better of any meaner qualities but every man's nature or temperament Is in a ms«ner his own fata Bad I not been quite certain at this time that I pleased Kstrtle, in spite of her gentle hauteur, perhaps I should have bssn able to overcome my social seraplss sooner. A few weeks later I was called away on business, and it was a month or more bsfore I found it convenient to return. During that time I had written to fistefle move than onoe, without, however, receiving any reply. Yet I was sure she was mine that I had only to •peak and I meant to speak at Inst—to speak so eloquently that she would not remember the silence had been long:

I went first to pay my respects to Mma Hampton. "I have been making my win," shs said, aftsraiittla "Your will, madamef* "Yes. I have other heirs besides Estelle, who may dispute it Tbey wltt contend tbat I am—what yoo may call a 'crank' But I had a method in my maitnwn beg you to be my executor." "I am at your service, nugkunst" '•Thank you. I leeto tbe bulk of my prwerty to Estelle." "The bulk!" I repeated. "You have found your business rsmuneraMVeT

She chuckled audibly. "I have found it entertaining, enlightening," she answered. "It has paid mef. Yea I have discovered who are my friends. I must te& you that Estelle is not my daughter." "Sot your daughter f" "Are you disappointed! When her father died abroad, insolvent, I was at hand. We were both drinking the waters at some German spa. Long ago I had been going to marry Mr. Douglass, her father." "Mr. Douglass "Yes. Does the name offend youf When be died I promised to take Estelle if I might give her my name and money. There was literally noticing left from the estate for her to live npon. However, when I returned from Europe I returned a pauper, so to speak. Do you follow met I allowed myself a little masquerade I deceived even Estelle, but I have never deprived her of aluxufy even the lace on her handkerchief is real. She often marvels that the business is so good. I have held the purse, and she has been glad to work with ma But my friends were too indignant at my misfortunes to lend me aid. What business had I to lose the money which they might have inherited! And adopt a daughter! They wanted me to plaoe Estelle in a shop—EsteUe! How 1 laughed, in my sieve 1 I am now about to retire from business the doctor has advised me to make my will. You will find Estelle in the music room."

I entered the music room without knocking, according to my habit Estelle sat with bar mandolin on her lap, but every efford had snapped in the last stormy touch. "You have returned," she said, smiling as a ghost' may smile. •Yes. I have come to tell yob— what you already know—I love you, Estelle. I have loved you since I first met you yes, and before. I loved you before I knew that you existed. It must be so, because I have never loved till now. You do not doubt itf' "No, I do not doubt it I know that you love n\p, Mr. Vau Huysam and I know that your love must be fcreat, since it has overcome every conventional scruple in your heart" "My darling Estelle, I was sure you loved me it is that which has given me courage." I would have taken her in my arms and kissed that perfect cheek where the rose was just beginning to blossom, but she escaped me. "You knew that I loved you," she repeated. "Mr. Van Huysam, I dont mind confessing that there was indeed a time when I loved you better than life. At least I believed so. At that moment I thought you loved me." "I did, I do love you, EsteUe," I protested "Yea /Then I would have loved you forever. Then I could have died for you, lived for you. One day I awoke, I saw that you could not love me. or nothing on earth could keep yoo silent You did not see how I suffered. Then my heart broke. Do you know what it is to have a broken heart! It is to have lost the power to love any one again. I have read somewhere that a man never loves the same woman twice." "But yon—I love you. Listen, Estelle, time will"

But she smiled sadly. "I thank you I forgive you," she said "I would love you if I could."

And then tbe servant announced Mir. Chester.—Mary N. Fresoott in Harper's Baasr.

Yokohama, Japan, now possesses several railroads, an electric road, an ioe company, and a dock company, telephones and electric lights. With an assortment of boodle aldermen, a baseball nine, milk shakes and a big debt, Yokohama would be tbe peer of tbe proudest city in the land of Undesaiq.

First Belle—I bear your father has failed or at least lost heavily in Wall street Second Belle—Yes, poor dear, be can no longer light his cigars with crisp five dollar bills, but has to use one dollar hills. It is awfall—The Epoch.

Feasant Woman (to bar daughtet Ob tourist* ascending tbe mountain side)—Anna, lv juick and warm somo milk! Hers are strangers coming up, and they will be to ask for milk fresh from tbe eow.

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fm earn afford it. Price doesn't tuutd la tbe way. It's mOy the cheapest Udog 00 earth. One cent meaas practically nothing—mail too spend ft. liteayoa may make It meaa a great deal, according as yoo invest ft. A thing Is cheap If It costs little, and Is worth mecb. Tas Djutr Nsws blike ink. graph from the whole world to yoo/ btafs. To keep It ta cen» Mst

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Wkwt a TBVAX, Wholesale Drugget". lo, 0.

Whole

sale Druggists. Toledo, O. M. «Tfi ••••. wUer IVl'-lo Na"*k», O. rota token hitamally, di upon, tbo bl 1 of th« -v«te«u. -italeaent ••». Pi.-- r-c. per'

vail Druggists. mil-41.

.-E-Tytta cant price. Mgmemlrr—it* drcnlatioe te a day—ortr a tagfiow a week —aed It cost* by mail 15 ctt. a moath, feat ft end d*$.

Dr. JORDOS,

"PQ-QTEL GLENHAM, FIFTH AVI. K, NF YORK, T* JI-I *n:

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Saw anl i'l.x, m-.-or'i. !»f S urli-c.i.'.m.

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men: The six bottles of Red Clover I ordered, of you have entirely cured my wife of Cancer of the eye, and there has been no sign of a return of it. Yours Respectfully,

H. H. HAMMOND.

And many others. Sold: by J. & C. Baur.

'-P"W TRW*

The Mother's Friend

Not only shortens labor and lessens pain but greatly diminishes the danger to life of both mother and child if used a few months before oonfinemant. Write to Tbe Bradfleld Regulator Co., Atlanta, Ga. Sold by J. E. Somes, 5th and Ohio. 50-4w

The Good Wife's Power.

PVrw realise the vast power which a sensible wife can exert over her husband first of alL la the words of Marion Harland: "As you are your husband's standard of wifely fidelity, be also his criterion of purity of thought and language. Elevate, not comhis standard at womanhood. In becoming your mate in tbe nearest and tenderest relation of the human species, he should be more, not less, the gentleman than when, t, he was the pink of courtesy," accord with this maxim of Dinah Muloek OaAc, "Be not too ignorant nor too cowardly to exact from men the same standard that men expect of them," aye, and a higher, tool—Good Housekeeping*v

Mother,'.Wife, Daughter. 1

Those dull tired looks and unpleasant lelings speak volumes. "D|\ Kilmer's Female Remedy" builds up quickly a

run-down constitution end brings back

youthful beauty. Price |1.00. Pamphlet Free. Binghainpton,

It was a revolution in Threshing Machines, and from a small beginning of live machines in 1858 they soon reached a product of z,ooo yearly.

Their Vibrator drove the Endless Apron" machine out of market, and all other makers copied it as closely as they dared. Today all Threshing Machines of any reputation or merit use the principles of the old Vibrator* Nichols & Shepard have continued in the business without change of name, location, or management and during^ the past three years have brought out and developed another new Threshing Machine for grain and' seeds, as superior to all existing: machines as their former was^to the Endless Apron.1 They name this new and improved Threshes

I A O

and predict as great a revolution in the trade, and as complete success over all rivals as they had thirty-one years ago. If you are interested as aFarmerorThrej!*ennan, write for particulars, which th«y send free. Address

NICHOLS & SHEPARD.

BATTLE CREEK, MICH.

DR. KILMER'S

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Sold, rec-

ommendea and guaranteed by J. fe C. Baur. 1.^

Barrennt }ssof Power In cither sex, Inby ovor-ludulgence. Each box contains one month's treatment. tl.OO a box, or six boxes for 15.00, sent by mall prepaid on receipt of price.

WE GUARANTEE SIX 1IOXKS To cure any case With each order received by us for six boxes, accompanied with 95.00, we will send the purchases our written guarantee to refund the money If the treatment does not effect a cure. Guarantees issued only by J. A C. Baur, druggists, sole agents, corner .Seventh and Wabash Avenue, Terra Haute, Ind.

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Tbe veil kno* T? of Xo. 11% west WMhlB|toa rind, F-t r—ItIi visit h!rr f—-r~ tH .-tirtes for tr« r.tsc-i.S "f !r, Tl:em*. r.nit f-rrvc h-.v.'., .R-.r -JT, f.t \.i

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Threshing Machines utm^ in use were almost wholly' of the class known as the Endless Apron" style. Then it was that Nichols ft Shepard, of Battle! Creek,Mich.,Inventedandbegaa to develop an entirely new and novel style of Grain Thresher and Separator, which they very appropriately named the "Vibrator."

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