Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Volume 8, Number 43, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 May 1877 — Page 2

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SYBIL DELAPLAINE'S JOCKET.

Mr. Antes ahd Mrs. Charteris," said the pompous butler, throwing open the

door of

Mr. Rodmere's luxurious draw­

ing-room. A drawing-room, in one sense, however, no longer. For the rage that winter in

Washington happened to be for private theatricals, and a brilliant party had met at Mrs. Rodmere's to rehearse, the proceeds of the performance, when it took place, to be bestowed in charity.. The play was a sparkling little French affair, the chief

interest

centering in a quartette

of lovers. Jean Dulaney, Hugh Standish, Mrs. Ames, and Sybil Delaplaine, were the pricipal performers. "I am sorry to say," said Mrs. Ames, advancing, the rehearsal, of course, stopping at h.8 appearance, "that my wife is too ill to come, and I have taken the liberty, therefore, of bringing Mrs, Charteris, her cousin, who has just arrived from Europe, and who has kindly offered to take her part, having often played in the piece before, in France,"

Of course, Mrs. Rodmere professed herself onlv too glad to have Madame Charteris to help them and courteously proposed that the rehearsal should begin from the beginning again.

Now, in the play, Hugh was the present lover of Virginia, a part taken by Sybil, but the plot turned on his having once loved the Baronne de Lesparre the part to be filled by Madame Charteris The opening scene with him was an attempt by the Baronne, to get back a letter that she had written to him before

her

marriage, and which she was now fearful would fall into her husbands hands. But Hugh, usually so animated, •was all at once distrait he no longer acted as he acted with Sybil, before Mrs. Charteris appeared. He stumbled in his sentences he forgot his cues. Jean Dulaney, usually a keen observer, wondered at it, and could not help attributing it to madame's sudden presence, a conjecture in which she was not far wrong, a6 she would have discovered had she overheard

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conversation between Hugh and Ma dame Charteris. They were standing in the bay-window shortly after the rehearsal. For a minute neither said a word. At last Mrs. Charteris spoke. "Why need we be enemies 6he said, and her voice was musical enough to have beguiled any man who had not hardened himself against her. "I see it is disagreeable for you to act with me. I will withdraw, if you wish it. I hope you do not think 1 knew that I was to act with you. I thought you were still in Europe."

Hugh replied by a courtly speech. The lady sighed softly, "Do not take that tone with me. But, after all, I can not blame you. Onl}', don't be too severe, Hugh."

He flushed up, half with anger, half with another emotion. "Confound the woman!" he said to himself. "Why should she try to revive the fire which had burned awav to ashes." "I was never hard or unjust to you," he said coldly. "But there can be no profit to either of us in recrimination. And, perhaps, it is only right to mention to yon (quite in confidence, as there are several reasons why she does not wish it known,) that Miss Delaplaine did me the honor to accept me two days ago."

Much as he loved Sybil, and Hugh was lovally in earnest, he could not help feeling a faint thrill ot pity as he saw every particle of color di« out of the face beside him. Men always judge women lentently, whom they 9u9pect of a lingering tendresse toward themselvee therefore,

Hugh's very kindness of heart was his snare, as Mrs. Charteris faltered out "Is it so? Ah! thank you so much for telling me! Do not be afraid of me any wore. May we not be friends?"

In her heart she wa,s registering a vow that boded ill to the fair golden head over yonder at Jean's elbow but her voice and manner were perfection, and the hand she laid on Hugh's arm was cold and trembling. "Friends, of course," he said, and took credit to himself that his tone was kindly and nothing more. And just then, fortunately for him, Mrs. Rodmere spoke to him, and he left Mrs. Charteris in the bay •window to discuss entrances and exits— the bete noir of amateur stage managers. "Who is Mrs. Charteris?" said Mrs. Rodmere when most of her guests had gone. "You know her, Chancey, don't you?" addressing her brother-in-law, who was talking to Jean Dulaney. They were all partaking of "high tea" together, after the fatigue of the rehearsal: •, "Certainly, I know her. Don't you remember? She is one of the Van Al6tynes." "Good heavens! How stupid of me to have forgotten! And so that is Barbara Van Alstvne. Don't you hear, Jean?" "Yes, I know," Jean said quietly. "She married a very rich Englishman, did she not? I have heard of her," significantly. "To be 6ure and threw over poor Frank Stuy vesant, who shot himself—" "Spare us the details, Helen," said her brothei "You are making Miss Dulaney quite pale by renewing that horror. For my part, I always thought Frank more than half mad by nature, and—Well, I rather like Mrs. Charteris." "All the Van Alstynes are false to the core, every one of the race," said Mrs. Rodmore, warmly. "It runs in the blood hand in hand with their beauty."

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"Well, we won't quarrel about her," said Chauncey and putting down his cup, he said, "Jean, come and take a stroll with me on the avenue before dinner, or else Helen and I will get to blows about Mrs. Chateris." And he laughed the pleasant laugh which made every,body like him.

To Chauncey Rodmere, Jean had long been "the one woman in the world but he had guardtd his secret well. He had never vet found the moment when Jean

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him mere than the frank friendlissen which had always characterized their acquaintance. He gave her his very best, and he vras conscious that he never talked as well as when Jean's bright eye6 were looking into his and her sweet, low laugh was rewarded enough for his cleverest repartee.

The rehearsals, whieli had began so well, went on with the usual fluctuatiohs. But Jea Dulaney's eyes, by-and-by, be-

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to 'ee a change in Sybil Delaplaine. iybil, whose temper was usually of the sweetest, wis now often ruffled, and Jean

was palttW to notice the coolness which was growing up between her and Hugh. Hugh never hovered around Sybil's chair.now. He was not as ready to excuse her mistakes, but criticised her acting, and often severely. Jean wondered at Sybil's forbearance.

Mrs. Charteris waatfie serpent in this Eden. She had played" her cards cleverly. She wai thoroughly unscrupulous, very vain and pleasure loving, and the god of her idolatry was—herself. Probably, as much heart as she possessed was involved in winning back Hugh Standish but that did not tor an instant prevent her little side flirtations. And how she did flirt! There was not a man of them all, from Chauncey Rodmere down to Lawrie Cameron that she did not strive to bewitch and befool. And they raved over her. Oh, bless you, yes! Reing blind, after the manner of men, they raved about her—all but Chauncey.

There was but one more rehearsal before the play, and the party had assembled at an early hour, and were at work in good earnest. Sybil Delaplaine especially was acting extremely well, and both Jean and Mrs. Rodmere took occasion to compliment the girl in a gracious fashion that brought the blushes to her pale cheeks.

Were the truth known, it required all Sybil's self-control to act. Her dislike of Mrs. Charteris had grown into absolute aversion. Nor is it to be wondered at. She was not quite able to keep this from appearing in her manner. Hugh had several times taken exception to Sybil's behavior toward the widow. It irrated him that she should not appear at her very best. Without intending any disloyalty to her. he had endeavored to atone for her coolness this evening by throwing more warmth into his own manner to Mrs Charteris than lie was aware of warmth enough to cause Mrs. Charteris'heart to exult, and Sybil's to beat angrily.

The party had 'rroken up intp little groups, eating ices, and chatting gayly, during a pause between the third and fourth acts, and chance had thrown Mrs. Charteris, Hugh, Sybil and Chauncey Rodmere together. They were talking of a new opera bouffe which was to be played at a matinee next day. and Mrs. Charteris expressed a strong desire to attend the performance. "Why cannot we get up a party?" she said. "Miss Delaplaine, can I count on you and Mr. Rodmere? I know Mr. Standish will go, whether with us or not, and it's much more eri regie th^t he should join my party."

On the impulse of the moment, Hugh answered, "I will be very glad to gc," Then, suddenly, he said, "To-morrow 1 O, I forgot! Miss Sybil," turning to her "we can just as well postpone our ride to Edgewood until next week, to oblige Mrs. Charteris."

Edgewood was the country residenqe of Sybil's maiden aunts, awful personages, to whom Hugh was now to be presented in his new role of fiancee, and the old ladies were chosen as the first to be informed of the fact. '•Pray, do not let that interfere, Mr. Standish," was Sybil's cold rcp'.y. •'Your engagement to ride to Edgewood with me can be cancelled."

Hugli drew himself up, too blind with anger to remember how much apparent cause Sybil.had for speaking as' she did. "As you please," he said. "Mrs. Charteris," I offering his arm to her, "the room is very warm. Cannot we take a turn in in the hall before the play begins again?"

Sybil tried to smile, to say some light trifling words to Chauncey but, looking up, she met his grave, kind eyes fixed on hers, and grew paler. "I think you arefat'gued, Misa. Sybil." he said. "Shall I procure you ten minutes' grace from my sister, which you can employ by resting here or up stairs?" "I do not feel very well," Sybil manag ed to falter out. "Thank you. I will go UD stairs for a moment"

Meantime, Jean had gone into the hall, having found the drawing room very warm, and wishing to glance over a soliloquy in her part, unseen, Hugh and Mrs. Charteris came down the hall at that moment, but they did not see Jean, who was standing in the rather heavily-window and she remained quiet, thinking they would go back again, after a moment

Mrs. Charteris was speaking rather eagerly, as they passed her. "She does not understand you," she said, "she is precisely like all young girls. They love to show their power "Power!" echoed Hugh, with a fierce sparkle in his eye9, "Sybil knows that I detest strong-minded women-, and that— I beg your pardon. Is it torn.

The delicate lace about Mrs. Charteris' s'eeve had become entangled in his chatelaine. They stopped just in front of Jean. "Don't touch it," said Mrs. Charteris, gaily imperious, as she bent down. "I have it. No! What a provoking bit of lace. Tear it, Hugh it's of no consequence."

But Hugh, with a mixture of courtesy and recklessness, preferred to break the ring which held his locket, instead and as he did 90 the locket slipped out of his fingers on the floor. 'O, what a pity!" cried Mrs. Charteris, and before he could stoop for it she had it in her hand. "What a pretty locket! No you cannot have it. I insist upon having it mended for you. You broke it in my service."

Hugh hesitated. The locket was a gift from Sybil, and contained her picture but the opening was artfully contrived, and the chances were ten to one against Mrs. Charteris' finding it. Beside he was very angry with Sybil. It would do no harm lor her to see that he did not wear the locket for a day or two. All this passed quickly through his mind as he answered: "You are very kind. It is hardly worth the pains. But pray, return it to me on Saturday, as I shall feel quite lost without it," and then the pair walked away, not having seen Jean.

Poor Sybil! She spent most of the night in tears. It was nearly dawn before she fell asleep, and then it was a broken slumber wild dreams tortured her brain and when she awoke it was unrefreshed.

She had more cause to be angry with Mrs. Charteris than any body knew. The lady had studiously insulted her on every possible occasion insulted her, that is to say, short of open rudeness. But the sly 6neer, the half whispered finUendo, the insolent look, are more galling than direct effrontery. Weak as she was, all Sybil's pride was aroused. When hermother, seeing-how badly she looked, suggested that she .should give up appearing that night, she shook her head in the negative, saying to herself, "I will die first. That woman shall not triumph

over me." Ah! \vhat agony to be jealous. All the fashionable world was in a .flutter of excitement, meantime. The "Amateur Theatricals for the benefit of the Mother's Aid Society* had beer, talked about so much, thai the twelve hundred seats of the little theatre, which had been secured for the performance, were all sold the day before. Jean Du laney had bean hara at work all day, arranging plants, draperies etc But about two hours before the time at which the performers were to assemble at the thea tre, Chauncey received a message that Miss Dulaney was in the drawing room, and would like to see Mr. Rodmere im mediately.

He came in quietly, and stood fur moment looking at the figure under the chandelier. Dressed in a rose colored brocade, ornamented with old lace, her brown hair puffed and powdered, her soft eyes larger and brighter with excitement, Jaan looked as if she might have stepped from a picture frame of eighty years ago, She was absolutely lovely, and Chauncy told her so as he look her hand. "I sent for you," she said, "to tell you that I have a note from Mrs Delaplaine. saying that Sybil nas not been well since last night. She has fainted twice while trying to dress, and she is fearful that she cannot act to- night."

He gave an exclamation of dismay. "I must go there myself' Jean said. "Your sister is dressing, and do not wish to disturb her at the eleventh hour. Will you-drive with me to the Delaplains?"

Chauncy rang the bell and ordered the carriage, and in five minutes they were oft". Upon reaching the house, he was ushered into the drawing-room, but Jean received a message from Sybil, and went directly to her. There had been no exaggeration about Sybil's illness. There she lay, deathly white, in a huge chair, while "one maid wa3 dressing her hair, another was lacing her slippers, and a third was sewing lace on her dress. Mrs Delaplaine was fluttering around the group in a pitable state of fright and bewilderment. Jean's mind misgave her as she loooked at the Girl. "It was to bad that mama sent for you," said Sybil, raising her head. "I shall be better when I am dressed. Don't imagine that I will fail you." And she whispered, "Do you think I will let Mrs. Charteris triumph by not appearing.'" "Indeed, you are hardly nt so stand." began Jean, and Mrs. De'laplaine burst in with lamentations: at once. But Sybil never wavered she was determined to act, if it killed her.

They got her dressed at last. Arrived at the theatre, Jean found everybody behind the scenes in a state of suffused excitement. She led Sybil safely inside the green room, and then turned her at tention to the other girls who crowded around her. "And O, Miss Dulaney! we're all so frightened!" rose the chorus. "Amy peeped through a hole in the curtain, and she says the Dares and the Grays are in the front seats, and they are so critical!"

Nonsense!" said Jean, keeping watch on the door, lest Sybil should startled bo by Hugh's appearance. "Be pleased to pay attention to your parts and not to the audience. Mrs. Rodmere would never forgive us for a failure." •'How lovely you all look!" said a mu sical voice, and there stood Mrs. Charteris. She wore a long flowing white dress, tied with tiny pink bows—distracting bows, such as French fingers alone can tie. On her head, a picturesque shade hat, trimmed with apple blossoms, and in her hand an exquisite bunch of pale pink and yellow tea-roses. Sybil shivered as she closed her eyes to shut out the beautiful vision. How could she ever hope to rival that charming, seduibant creature?" "Everybody pays me a compliment except Miss Dulaney," said Mrs. Charteris, with a wilful childish pout, "and she is the only person whose criticism I fear." "Mrs. Charteris knows that her costume is faultless," said Jean, wondering what the creature meant. "These roses are precisely what completes it." "Are they not? Mr. Rodmore told me that he had"to ransack the green-houses tor this shade of pink. So kind, was he not?" And she looked significantly at Jean. "Very kind," answered Jean, cooly. "Mrs, Rodmore and I waited fully ten minutes tor him yesterday at Stedmans. Poor Stedman^was in such a maze! lie brought at least four shades of pink rosebuds out to the carriage, before Mrs. Rodmere could decide."

It was the first time Mrs Charteris had ever tried to meddle with Miss Dulaney, and lo! she had scorched her pretty fingers. Jean had know everything about the flowers from the first, and was not to be made jealous.

In the meantime, Hugh Standich was in a most uncomfortable state of mind. In the first heat of his anger he had resolved to stay away from Sybil for twen-ty-four hours but, truth to say, he had hard work to keep his resolution. There was but one thing which prevented his going to Sybil, and that was that he shrank from speaking of a past chapter in his life with which Mrs Chirleris was associated. She was Barbara Van Alstyne then, and Hugh had been passionately in love with her, with all the ardor of a boy's first passion. It was the old story. She had jilted him for a wealthier suitor, and Hugh felt something of the old stinging mortification when they met again. Mrs Charteris had soothed him skilfully enough bnt she could not resist a spiteful desire to make Sybil uncomfortable and she ardently hoped that the resnlt would be a rupture between Hugh and his new love.

Hugh wandered about behind the scenes, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sybil, but not ksowing of her illness nort hat she was already in the theater. And presently Jthe overture began. Tinkle went the bell, and the curtain rolled up on an outwardly composed, but in reality a dreadfully frightened trio.

The audience were welt bred in the matter of applause but the real interest of the play began with Mrs Charteris, and centred in Jean—Jean, who lor the first time in her life, felt genuinely excited while acting Jean, who with a curious throb, acknowledged to herself that she was putting forth all her powers for one man's criticism. Ah! Jean Dulaney what did the blush mean, which mounted hotly t® your forehead, when a superb bouquet of lilies of the valley, tied with blue ribbon, landed just at your feet, and your quick eyes saw that Chauncey had thrown them from the parquette?

But Jean had no time fer more than one glance. It was Sybil's cue,and there stood the girl on the left entrance. In a second Jean saw that she was trembling nervously. There was about three minutes in which Mrs. Charteris must finish

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Hugh. Jean crossed the Ls^tct of hef rceue with^a igh to speak to Sybil tin- ri$.

her aside with stage, near enou: seen. "Keep cool, Sybil. Go down to the front. I hive a chair for you there.''

The blood rushed back into Sybil's face as the calm, reassuring tones reached her ear. She dropped Mrs. Rodmere's arm, and in another moment a burst of ap plause greeted lier as she walked off the stage.

For a moment Jean held her breath. It was almost an even chance whether Sybil would go on, or break down utterly, as Hugh addressed her in the words of the play: "Ma'amselle Virginie, you have arrived just in time to settle a dispute between your cousin and myself." Then softly in her ear: "Good heavens, my darling, are you 111

The old, happy light came back into Sybil's eyes. She forgot her ahger then and there. What, fail with Hugh's eyes looking down into hers as lovingly as they did before that detected woman came between them No, never! Hugh should have no cause to be ashamed of her, and Sybil's terror vanished.

Jean went into the green room at the end of the play. It had been an exceptionally good performance, and she had her hand in Sybil's, saying the sweet, kind words of congratulation which she knew so well how to say, when Mrs. Charteris swept into the room, and behind her came Chauncey. •'Ah, there is one 'star,'" she said to Jean. "Miss Dulaney has received compliments enough to turn any woman's head, except hers. And you, petite!' with airv glance, turning to Sybil. "You have amazed us all. By your next appearance j'ou will be quite perfect."

It was more than Sybil could bear to be thus patronized. "Thank you." she said, her lip curling scornfully "but I do not expect to excel, not having Mrs. Charteris' capacity for acting." "Allow me," said Mrs. Charteris, unruffled, as she 9topped to pick up Sybil's fan. But Sybil'9 eye fell on the round white arm of her tormentor. She turned pale. "Where did you get that?" she said, hoarsely, pointing to Hugh's locket, which hung dangling from a bracelet,

Mrs. Charteri9' low laugh tin tied sweetly out, "The locket? Pretty,' is it not? Mr. Siandish gave it to me as a philopean."

Sybil staggered, as if she would fall. Only her high, proud spirit kept he»trom fainting. "After all," she said to herself, "Hugh i6 false he has given away my gift to him and the brazen woman dare9 to flaunt it before my very eyes. He was deceiving me when he spoke BO kindly, awhile ago." And Sybil wished she could then die.

Jean looked up, astonished at the audacity of Mrs. Charteris. 'I beg vour pardon. Are you quite sure that it was a philopena?" Jean interposed, her voice omniously calm. "Really," drawled Mrs. Charteris, with a sudden appeal to Chauncy, "my little locket seems to create quite a sensation. I repeat, Miss Delaplaine, it is a philopena fjom Mr. Standish to me."

Jean's eyes dilated and gre dark as she looked at Mrs. Charteris. "Do these lapses of memory often seize you?" she said. "I think you have forgotten— Geneva!"

Mrs. Charteris, at this word dropped into the nearest chair, trembling violently, and gazed at Jean as at a basilisk

So it was you?" she gasped. Then she rallied. "Miss Dulaney." she said, in a voice suddenly changing to entreaty, "surly you can have no motive for repeating that. Do not, do not, I implore you." And then the seemed to remember the presence of the others, and said, with an attempt at ease, whiph was even more painful than her terror, "I suppose you think I am doing melodrama in private but Miss Dulaney has recalled a very pain very old reminiscences." "You will give m« the lucket, please,"' said Jean and I am sure that you will permit me to correct Miss Delaplaine's"1 impression. I was standing in the corridor, you know, when Mr. Standish let you take the locket to have it mended. I heard the conversation. Thank you as Mrs Charteris snatched the locket oft her arm, "Sybil, dear, there is Mr. Stan dish at the door."

A new world opened to Sybil at these word*, "O! how I have misjudged iiim she said to herself. "What a wicked, wicked woman! I will go to Hugh at once I will ak his forgiveness, with my eyes, at least, till we are alone, since I cannot do it now."

Sybil went forward, and Mrs. Charteris set her teeth hard as she saw Hugh draw Sybil's hand tenderly laid inside his own, to take her away. She half rose from her chair, "Stay a moment." Jean's hand detained her. "I wish to say one word more. I remembered you from the first (although I never saw you but that one night.) but I should never have used my knowledge if you hadn't been determined to wreck Sybil's happiness. If you will refrain from further attempts to make mischief for her, I thall be silent upon that other little matter—at Geneva, you know."

Mrs. Charteris drew her laces around her to go. She would not have been true to her nature if she had abstained from flinging a Parthian dart. As Chauncey opened the door for her, she said, languidly: "Good evening, Miss Dulaney, and thank you so much. If I ever have an opportunity to repay the debt I owe you, derend upon the fidelity of my memory. It almost equals your fidelity to Mr. Rodmere and report says that you have been constant to him for years."

It was a cruel stab. Chauncey started forward but, before he could speak, Jean met it squarely: "And report is, for once, right," she said. "Mr. Rodmere does not need my assurance, certainly rot yours, that my friendship is of the steadfast type."

And just here, as a faithfnl historian, I am compelled to relate that the grave, dignified Chauncy Rodmere did a bit of acting on his own account. He- literally banged the door vehemously in Mrs. Charteris' face, and got posession of

Jean's

two slender hands .before she could remonstrate. 'Jean. Jean." whispered he, "I want/ your—not friendship, but love. Is it yes, Jean?" f«_

RapS &t the door. Enter half a" dozen people rapturously and congratulatory: but Jean gave him half her boquets to hold, and Chauncy took her down to the carriage with a face of such absolute proprietorship that everv woman in the group knew his secret.

They were all going to supper at the Dudleys: but before they reached the house, Chauncy had time to ask Jean the

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I could not help it," she saM, laughing a little. "I fall naturally into dramatic effects to-night. I suppose I may tell you—now. When I was in Geneva, five years ago, a runaway c-uple were stopped at our hotel. The man was a Swede, who had a wife living at Stockholm. and the girl was Barbara Van Alstvne. I was there with my father, and I knew her brother. He got my father to assist in hushing it up. She never saw me but once, and had for^ttcn me. I am almost afraid that you thoug'-.t me hard or unwomanly. But, remember. po-r Sybil's happiness was the stake I as playing for."

He took her into his arm?, for answer, and kissed her saying "I think you are the wisest and sweetwoman that ever lived, Jean."

Chauncey and Jean, Hugh and Sybil, were married on the same day. and at the same church. All Washington turned out to see the two n-eddings, nor has society ceased to talk of them yet. And in their own private circle they often recur to Mrs. Charteris and Sybil Delaplaine's locket.

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ntlemcn—Please allow me to testify to tho £reat mei Its of Sandford's Radical Cure for Catarrh. For six years I have suffered greatly .particularly while troubled with a eold. The accumulation of mucus in,my heiul a ad throat kept me constantly hawking ami spitting, rendering my presenop In com pany extremely embarrassing to mysiilf and friends: Six month* ago I was minced to try Sandford's Radical Cure. After using two bottles, I flud myself nearly, if not quito permanently cured. I have sinco recommended over one hundred bottles with tho greatest success. Respeetfuiiyrours,

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159 Harrison Avi\, Boston.

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CATARRH. I

he Most of any Medicine she Ever Used.

Sirs—Enclosed please And three dollars for which send me three bottlet o( Sandford's Kndical Cure for Catarrh. The last helped mo the most of any medicine I ever used.

Yours in respect, Mrs. .LOR S. CUASK,

July 5,1S75. llardwkk, Muss. 1 If

CATARRH.

From George W. Shattuck, Esq.'/"tate Foreign Entry Clerk, Boston Custom House.

Gentlemen—I have been troubled with Catarrh for several yearB, bnt J,y the uso of yourjremedy it has been greatly relieved. This summer 1 have been entirely frco from It. I make the use of it my family for colds in the head, and And it an effectual remedy. I can confidently recommend it to all wno similarly alllicted. Ver. trulv veurs Oct. 26,1874. GEO, W. SIIAWUL'K.

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In the use of Remedy Until Cured, Contains the Great Healing|Elements of Plants in Their Essential

Form as Obtained bv Distillation.

Catarrh, in ffs extent and destructive force, stauda next to Cousumptiou, and is closely allied to it, for in certain constitutions the transitions from ono to the other is only a question of time. It is therefore a singular thing that those alllicted with it should not make It the objectof their lives to rid themselves of it. A single bottle of any remedy cannot, in the chronic stage, effect a cure, nor even bring the system under its influence fully. In many ««ch eases the bones and cartilage of the nose are eaten away, tho organs of hearing, of seeing, and of tasting, so affected qs to be rendered useless, the mvula so elongated and inflamed as to uroduco a constant and distressing cough. Tho return to health must necessarily be slow, under the most favorable clrcumstauccs, whon so seriously afflicted, but as Ihj evidence ot its great value daily comes to hand, -we become more and more satisfied that there does not ovist a oase of Catarrh that cannot bo cured by a judicious and persistent uso ot Sandfor 's Radical Juro for Catarrh. The relief in every case obtained from the first dose is an indication of what it will do -when the system is brought constitutionally under its influence. Sandford's Radical Cure isj sold by all wholesale and retail druggists! throughout the United (states. Prlcc$i.

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Messrs. WEEKS POTTER. Gentlemen—Having for manymonlhs past suffered with a very lame side, called by my physician I hronic Pleursy. caused by a for-, mer injury and strain, xnu for whlcn I usee many prescriptions and liniments, as well a' the BO called rheumatic cures, without th least benefit, my nliisycian recommended one of your Collin's Votaic Plasters, which to my great surprise, relieved the pain

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Mrs. FRANCIS HARRIMAN.

Oiland, Me., April 21, 1878.

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