Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 29 June 1882 — Page 2

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mg to De as nappy as tne aays are long, if I can make you so." *7 "One must not hope for perfect hap- ..

iiness on this earth?' says Mona, grave-•

uind

vn'e

Mo:ia, smiling, sweetly, aud

lifting her hand she pincites his car lightly, and very softly, lest she should hurt him.

I fere the woman at the fire, who lir-) been hir.g with anxious man-1 nei the contents of the iron pot, takes

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"but at least I know," with a soft and trusting glance at him, "I shall be liapjiier than most people." "What a darling you are!" says Rodney, in a low tone and then something else follows, that, had she seen it, would, 1 ... 1 1 .. Lave caused the weather-beaten old per- 2? i\n 1 1

son at the fire' another thrill of tender sighs, ^en l°°ks ^ie

der, and oan do nothing, and this much

recollection. {, Sffain. "What are you dointr?" asks Geof- And do you know, she-says, with frev, presently, when they have returned ?rinVn^^aihlade

ihpn wp nn pt»

stared at )v everybody—it wouldn't be like, would iiV" I ltodney laughs, in an inward fashion, bitfttg Ins lir and looking down. I "Very well you shan't be puttliere," lie says. "Hut nevertheless you must be mvparod for the fact that you will undoubtedly be stared at by the common herd, whether you aro in the National Gallery or out of it." "But wl^y?" says Mona, trying to read his face. "Am

other people?" "Very different.," says Rodney. 1 "Thn't is What I am afraid of always," say Mona, a li'lle wistfully. "Don't be afraid. It is quite the correct. tiling ,tu bo eccentric nowadays. One is nowhere if not bizarre," says Rodney, laughing: "so I dare say you will iiiid yourself the very height of the fashion.1' "Xow I think you are making fun of me savs

(la'' sa's

h!!-in

wear a

it off the lire, and snifling its steaming a woman csT.d Manning." contents, says, "Maybe ye'd ate a pra tie, would ye, now?" aiid Mona and Geoffrey, with laughing eyes, sit down and do honest justice to the homely fare. "It might be that ye'd take a dlimp of new in ilk, too," says Betty, on hospit-w then she^ able thoughts intent," placing before faint sweet ci

cares for me just about as much as I care for her, which means exactly nothing." "I am very glad," says Mona, in a low tone. "Why, Mona?" "Because I could not bear to think anv one was made unhappy by me. It would seem as though some evil eye was resting on our love," says Mona, raising her thoughtful, earnest eyes to. his. "It must be a sad thing when our happiness causes the misery of others." "Yet even were it so you would love me. Mona?" "I shall always love you," savs the

Irl, with sweet seriousness, "better lan life. But in that case I should aliravs, too, have a regret." "There is no need for regret, darling," says he. "I am heart whole, and I know no woman that loves me, pr for Whose affection I should ask, except yourself." "I am indeed dear to you, I think," savs Mona, softly and thankfully, growing a little pale through the intensity of her emotion. 'Perdition catch my soul, but I do

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her visitors a little jug or milk she has "But why'demands he, dense as all day been keeping apart, poor soul,

Ten minutes later, having bidden their hostess a hearty .farewell, they step out into the open arr and walk towards the fi'.rm. "You liav£ never told rne how many people are in your house* says Mona, presently. "Tell me now. I know about vour mother, and," shyly, "about ^Nicholas but is there any one else?" "Well, Jack is home by this time, I suppose—that's my second brother at, least he was expected yesterday and Violet Mansergh is very often there .) «d as a ride, you know, there is always -nmebody auicl that's all." '•Is—i3 Violet Mansergh a pretty tirl?" asks Mona. grasping instinctively at the fact that any one called Violet JVIansergh may be a possible rival. "Pretty? No. But she dresses very swagger, and always looks nice, and is generally correct all through," says Mr. ltodney, easily. "I know," says Mona, sadly, "She's the girl my mother wanted me to marry, you know," goes on Rodney, •unobservant, as men always are, of the small signals of distress hung out by his companion. "Oh, indeed!" says Mona and then, with downcast eyes, "but I

xntn sue IS piifaaeu, aim sups u~r hani into his. and croes along the quiet rone! beside him with a heart in which uoa __

fashionable clothes would become me.

ai'i

"I am spinning flax for Hetty, because somewhat pensive she has rheumatism in her poor shoul-. J}:? ^now ^.er .J?®c

a\\ry

ax us in is he by a a in 1 have nearlv got tlirough my portion couldn be named in the same •nnv Kivq \fniiT

hich jubilee holds sway. Yet after a, '\VtI10neh ^nu? k?ndW feirv Ed ?n* ""Tm'and .tS2^2M Sbeck lL*31, Sf hai ^•,^ -i'nfnr.p Pensive expression

*"f thini I'd" like to see myself in a i^hyd^iittl^So&ap^^ma^d »jlar evening gown," she says, wistS^KSiSin and 0id lace,VelS lo?in* 'MM "°tter h.'f vnn^ns(\mpt]^n^hn^ There is a sparkle in Mona's eyes, a k-'n'- LLftb :slight severing of her lips, that bespeak arms bir* as thev were the tirst §av satisfaction and betray her very fuUof v2»

iiow ou remember that, now!" says 1-L,/)

,rn with a hotivonlv omilo "eaa_ JlClU prOUUiy UD, and

iiut of course,"' regretfully, "you will i£w+^ h™ understand I haven't a gown of that

sort. I once sat in Lady (Brighton's room while her maid dressed her for

GeofTrey, enthusiastically,

1 wh0 never in his life saw

When I bring you to my hrfme,"says G/offrey, "1 shall have you painted in jut that gown, and with a sn' whi'c] befon- you and it shall be in the gallery "among the other—very ferior—benuties." "'Where!'" says Mona, looking up quickly. "Oh! at homo, you know," says Mr. Kodney, quickly, discovering his mistake. For the moment. i:c had forgotten his former declaration of poverty, or. at least, his consenting silence, when she had asked him about it. "In the National Gallery, do you mean?" asks Mona, with a pretty, puzy.le«l. frown on hn brow. "Oh no, Geof- ,K1 he "perfection of dressihg, frej, _t iOi.ldn like that at all._ lobe

La(1ycrighton,

'or her neck or arms. "No, they are not. Geoffrey, people

'n look much better when they a*e beauti- w"ves and 'a 'g: fuliv dressed, don't tlieyV" ?mr«

"Some women in the great world

overdo it." he replies, "and choose things and colors utterly unsuited to their style. Tliey are slaves to fashion. Iiut— "My love In her nftln* doth show her wit

It doth f«u well become her.'" "Ah. how you flatter!" savs Mona.—

"Could youV" sho says, hopefully.— "How?" Mr. Kodney, basely forsaking the tl( ijiey, returns to his mutton. "There' must l)e a dressmaker in Dublin/' he hays, "and we could write to/her. Don't you know one'r'1 1 '•Idon't, but I know Lady Mary and Miss Blake .1 ways get their things from

men

fer her own uelectatiou. •. fuses to enlighten his ignorance, slowly Not knowing this, Mona and Geof- the truth dawns upon him. frt-y (whose flask is empty) accept the "Do you mean that you would really proffered milk, and make merry over miss me if I left you for only one day?" their impromptu feast, while in the he asks, delightedly. "Mona, tell me background tho old woman smiles upon them and utters little kindly sentences.

the truth." "Well, then, sure you know I would," confesses she, shyly but honestly.— Whereupon rapture ensues that lasts for a full minute. "Very well, then I shan't leave you but you shall have that dress all the same," he says.

And that evening Geoffrey indites a letter to Mrs. Manning, Grafton street, I Dublin, that brings a smile to the lips of that cunning modisto. a'

tv,

don't

know,

because you never told me before." "I thought I did," says Geoffrey, waking slowly to a sense of the situation. "Well."you didn't," says Mona. "Are you engaged to her?" "If I was, how could I marry me?:' returns he, in atone so hurt that she grows abashed. "I hope she isn't in love with you," ehe says, slowly. "You may bet anything you like on that," says Geoffrey, cheerfully. "She.

love thee.'" reolies hi.uite eoftlr. ISttSi

CHAPTER Vin.

In due course the wonderful gown arrives, and is made welcome at the farm, where Geoffrey too puts in an appearance about two hours later.

Mona is down at the gate waiting for him. evidently brimful of information. "Well, you have got itV asks he, in a whisper. "1 es, I have got it," also in a subdued whisper. "And, oh, Geoffrey, it is just too lovely I It's downright delicious and satin, tool It must,"—reproachfully—"have cost a great deal, and after all you told me about being foor!

But," with a sudden change of

tone, forgetting reproach, and extravagance ana everything, "it is exactly the color I love best, and what I have oeen dreaming of for years."' "Put it on you," says Geoffrey.... "What! rxnr'" with some hesitation, yet plainly filled with an overwhelming desire to show herself to him without

ask you toq loss of time in the adorable gown. "If I should be seen! Well, never mind, I'll risk it. Go down to the little green glade in the wood, and 111 be with you before you can say Jack Robinson.

She disappears, and Geoffrey, obedient to orders, 16unges off to tne green

glade, that now no longer owns rich coloring, but is strewn with leaves from the gaunt trees that stand in solemn order like grave sentries round it.

He might have invoked Jack Robinson a score of times had he so wished, he might even have gone for a very respectable walk, before his eyes are again gladdened by a sight of Mona. Minutes have given place to minutes many times, wnen, at length, a. figure wrapped in a long cloak and with a light woolen shawl covering her head, comes quickly towards him across the rustic bridge, and under the leafless trees to where he is standing.

Glancing round fearfully for a moment, as though desirous of making sure that no strange eyes are watching her movements, she lets the loose cloak fall to the ground, and, taking with careful haste the covering from her head, slips like Cinderella from her ordinary garments into all the glories of a/etegown. She steps a little to one side, and, throwing up her head with a faint touch of coquetry that sits very sweetly on her, glances triumphantly at Geoffrey, as though fully conscious that

innocent appreciation of herownbeau-

unf I ty. She stands well back, with her

nrnil(iiv

•Kpna, with a heavenly smile, and "a Hehtrc^De^S're her* ItS faint pressure of the fingers that still, afti'tVid^ Tes, I should like to be

Knee before I .marry you that-that-

saorca

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s^y»'

and

looking him

1 ?at. 4

,ut

Siting of grass a distract

1 1 1 I 3

but bitmg a blade of grass a distract-:

hoJ:estface

u„:..— and the

Nevertheless, being a woman. flattery being directed to herself, she takes ft kindly. "No, you must not think that. To wear anything that becomes you must

i\lIn O'Shanter hat wh

Doo-» more bewitch me thnn when

Jovechanges.

Mr~-sa:w

„n

ever

Why

len one

looks hideous in it? And then too much study spoils ellect you know what Ileirick says: 'A mri.-ie.-sshoe-string, In whoso tie 1 «o a wild civility,

art

Is too precise In every part.'"

"IIow pretty that is! Yet I should like

VOLI

I so different from

to see me, if only for once, as

you have seen others," says Mona. "J should like it too. And it could be

awaits fate. It is for once kind to him.1 fore her in mock humility that savors of ^Pu i^Vu

"Then"Manning it shall be," says Geoffrey ly. I'll run up to Dubljn3 and if you me your measure i'li that is soughing through bring a gown luck for you." "Oli, no, don't," says Mona. darnestps short, and blushes a nson

be at times. Then, as she re

irtW.hr,.

Mona, it is quite evident, fails to see very real homage. Taking her hand, he should have told me. I haven ever impropriety in his speech. presses it to his lips. thought of _you to myself as being

THE TERRE HAUTE WEEKLY GAZETTE.

!i*nr paie Dine tnat some siueri!ts appears-as white. It is open at,

iMt,M

r^,tohp,{ with

careful

eyes

nn -mrf

her surorised at'the ^aw!£h?5

acolor can make in s?

lime-but

Beautiful she always is

in his sight, he wonders that until now it never occurred to him what a I asngation she is likely to create in the

London world. When at last he does

give way to speech, driven to break his!

curious silence by something in her'

2 a a no in of go

*r J}2rin-Ftlu ™a th^?e'T'm nnci

niv thioonly this: "Oh, Mona, will you always love me as you do now?'"

gazes on and wonders at her marvelous' Place, Lighten Ilall. and yet it is beauty, for an instant (a most unworthy

'Will your majesty deign to confer

IIKO

night "Yes, and might have hannted yon ever after," says Geoffrey. "Come, let us go for a walk." "To the old fort?" asks Mona, starting to her feet.

Anywhere you like," answers Geoffrey. 80 they start, in a lazy, happy-go-lucky fashion, for their walk, conversing as they go, of themselves principally ,as all true lovers will.

But the fort, on this evening at least, is never reached. Mona, coming to a stile, seats herself comfortably on the top of it, and looks with mild content around. "Are you going no farther?^ asks Bodney, hoping sincerely she will say "No." She does say it.

oauMtD ere yet, aiasi jtiont tiri&ts chord that presently flings harmony to

the windg

frt

the cutting

"Tell me about your mother," she says, folding her hands easily Mr lap. "I mean—what is she like? 13B she cold, or proud, or stand-off?" There is keen anxiety in her tone. "Eh?" says Geoffrey, rather taken aback. "Cold"

some slight sign of favor "upon a very and think of you aU over again in quite devoted servant?" another light." She is evidently deeply Ilis looks betray his wish. And Mona,

stooping,- very willing bestows upon' -^u^» niy darling child, I can help him one of the sweetest little kisses un- the fact that George Rodney left me the aginable. 1 Hall," says Geoffrey, deprecatingly, re"I doubt your queen lacks dignity,", ducing tho space between them to a she says, with a quick blush, when she mere nothing, and slipping his arm1 lias achieved her tender crime. round her waist. "And ir I was a beg-1 "My queen lacks nothing," says Geof-1 gar on the face of the earth, I could not frey. Then, as he feels the rising wind love you more than I do, nor could you, that is soughing through the barren

Running over to the river that flows! "Yet I think you should have told swiftly but serenely a few yards from' me," she whispers, as a last fading cenher, she leans over the bank and gazes sure. "Do you know you have made down lingeringly and with love into the me very unhappy?" dark depths beneath that cast up to her "Oh, no, I haven't, now," says Rodher own fair image. ney, reassuringly. "You don't*look a

Geoffrey approaches her and taking! bit unhappy you look as sweet as an her hand both lean over the brink ana angel." survey themselves in Nature's glass. "You never saw an angel, so you cant The same thought fills them both. As' say," says Mona, still sadly severe, they are there in the water so (pray "And I am unhappy. How will your

She tucks up her dignified train in a' "That isn't her name at all," says most undignified haste, while Geoffrey Geoffrey. "My father _was a baronet, covers upall the finery with the crimson shawl. The white cloud is once more thrown over the dainty cap, all the pretty coloring vanishes out of sight and Mona, after one last lingering glance at

the Moore plantations, whith- j8 ^jggracefulJ I wonder at youl er Bridget informs lum, Mona has gone, xhat is twice you have deceived me.M and finds her sitting on a bank, laugh- "jf you would only hear me—" ing and try in.* to recover her breath—1 "I have heard too much already. I after an exciting chase after a young won't listen to any more. 'Lady Rodturkey which, evidently determined to ney!' I dare say"—with awful meaning spend his Sunday out, had wandered in her tone—"you have got a title too/" in this direction. Then, sternly.1'Have you?" "I hardly think this is Sunday work I "No, no, indeed. I give you my honshe says, lightly "but the poor little or, no," sats Geoffrey, very earnestly, thing would have died if left out all1 feeling that Fate has been more kind to l.T tl 4Un4- HUA ItrtCi Arl h• nnm/iiA

and "Brood"

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different. Suppose—suppose she

never

—'-i 1---• npver gets to like me?" Well, even that awful misfortune might be survived. We can live in our own home 'at ease,' as the old song says, until she comes to her senses. By Ilis tone is full of sadness and long- ^*e' do you know you have never ing and something akin to fear. As he

me?

}l^ked

me about yoiir future home—my

r*^her

instant) he distrusts ner. Yet surely cause, though small, it is one of theoldnever was more groundless doubt sr.s-

es^

tained, as one might know to look upon 'Leighton Hall, she repeats, slowly, mouth, for in the one lies' t\x,nS »Pon him her dark eyes that are and in the other firmr.' ^.

my life, retunis Ivod-

ney, with some passion. "Then you are really pleased? I am' just what you want me to be? Oh! how you frightened me!" says the girl, laying her hand upon her heart with a pretty gesture of relief. "Dontask me to flatter you. You will get plenty to do that by and by," says Geoffrey, rather jealously, ratfier bitterly.

"By and by I shall be your wife," says Mona, archly, "and then my days for, receiving flattery will be at an end. Sure you needn't grudge me a few pretty words now." "Yes, that is true," he says, in a curious tone, in answer to her words, his

mr.nagad, couldn't it? I suppose I could eyes fixed moodily upon the ground.—! dare say I must come in for get ou a dress." Then suddenly he lifts his head, and something when my other uncle dies, lie says this quickly, yet fearfully. If as his gaze meets hers some oi? the hut at present I have only fifteen hunslie should take his proposal badly what truth ana sweetness that belongs to her dred pounds a yearshall he do? He stares with flattering' springs from her to him. and restores says Mona. Do you know, persistency upon a distant donkey that him once again to his proper self. 1 Mr. Moore has no more than that, and adorns a neighboring field, and calmly He smiles, and, turning, kneels be-

wed worth asking about, be-

and nn.4tiest places in the country,

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Her He has made no' ,?ou told rue you were poor that mention of the treasured gown, has.

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said no little word of praise. "sn't m"ch," interrupted Geoffrey, "I have disappointed you," she says,' aj1 ..a^imp .a^

tremulously, tears rising quickly, "i rather falls through beneath the gaze of am a failurel I am not like the others." tho searching eyes. Well, no more "You are the most beautiful woman I I1? you.know, as a rule, unless some kind relative comes to his assistance." "But you told me no maiden aunt had ever come to your assistance," says Mona, remorsefully. "In that I spoke the truth," says Mr.

Rodney, with a shameless laugh, "because it was an uncle who left me some money." "You have not been quite true with me," says Mona, in a curious way, never removing her gale, and never returning his smile. "Are you rich, then, if you are not poor?" "I am along way off being rich," says the young man who is palpably amused, in spite of a valiant effort to suppress all outward signs of enjoyment. "I'm awfully poor when compared with some

think him very rich indeed! No,

n°t

ity^

he cannot

I deny, even to himself are words that I

suit his mother rather more than otherwise. "I mean," says Mona, flushing a vivid scarlet, "is she"stern?"

"Oh, no," savs Geoffrey, hastily, recovering himself just in time "she's all

right, you know, my mother, and you'll like her awfully when—when you Know her.'and when—when she knows you." "Will that take her long?" asks Mona, somewhat wistfully, feeling without understanding, some want in nis voice. "I don't see how it could take any one long," says Rodney. "Ah! that is because you area man, and because you love me," says this astute reader of humanity. "But women

been open with me you

rich man. Now, I shall have to begin

people—that

•perfect picture is spoiled. A huge instance." black dog, bursting through the under- "Oh, nonsense!" says Rodney, who is wood, flings himself lovingly upon Mo- in high good-humor and can see no na, threatening every moment to destroy rocks ahead. "When my mother sees her toilet. 1 you she will fall in love with you on "It is Mr. Moore's retriever!" cries the spot, as Will everybody else. But Mona, hurriedly, in a startled tone, "I look here, you know, you musnt call must run. Down, Fan! down I Oh, if her Mrs. Rodney." he catches me here, in this dress, what "Why?" says Mona. "I couldn't will he thirik? Quick, Geoffrey, give me well call her anything else imtil I know my shawl!" I her."

(Ihope"—reproachfully—"love

trees, he says, hurriedly, "My darling, ter either." you will catch cold. Put on your wraps The«reproachful ring in his voice does again." its intended work. The soft heart "Just in one moment," says the wi throws out resentment, and once more ful beauty. "But I must first look at gives shelter to gentle thoughts alone, mvself altogether. I have only seen! She even consents to Rodney's laying myself in little bits up to this, my glass' his cheek against hers, and faintly reis "so small." I turns the pressure of his hand.

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truth and honesty.

('aie]^s^1Rss

that

me bet-

you know: she is Lady Rodney." "What!" says Mona. And then she grows quite pale, and, slipping off the stile, stands a few yards away from him.

Geoffrey, follows its example. She, too, she says, in a dreadful little voice that flies across the rural bridge into the goes to his heart, "at once. I could covert of her own small domain.

CHAPTER EC.

It is only yesterday that the lovers

parted, and this is ^unJfy- Geoffrey,1 S^^toher^wSi? makmg^Su^ as true to Mona the magnet to the

That puts an end to everything,"

never face any one with a title. What will she say when she hears you are going to marry a farmer's niece? It is shameful of you," says Mona, with as

ous vain

loadstone, ciosses the rustic bridge that been convicted of some heinous crime. leads

fforts to speak, had just

him in that she has denied hima handle to hia name. "You are sure?"—doubtfully, "Utterly certain." .» f, j. "And your brother?" "Jack is only Mr. Rodney too.w "I don't mean him,"—severely, "I mean the brother you call 'Old Nick'— Old Nick indeed!" with suppressed anger. "Oh, he is only called Sir Nicholas. Nobody thinks much of that. A baronet is really never of the slightest importance," says Geoffrey, anxiously, feeling exactly as if he were making an apology for his brother. "That is not correct," says Mona. "We have a baronet here, Sir Owen O'Connor, and he is thought a great deal of. I know all about it. Even

"It is so nice here," she says, with a Lady Mary would have married him if soft sigh, and a dreamy smile, where-1 he had asked her, though his hair is the upon he climbs and seats himself beside! color of an orange. Mr. Rodney' —layupon her. The evening promise to be fair palm anil full

'v^yr qu^

"i snail do notning or me Kina," says Mr. Rodney indignantly. "And if you address me in that way again I shall cut mj throat." *Much better do that"—gloomily— "than marry me. Nothing comes of unequal marriages but worry, and despair, and miserv, and death* says Mona, in a fearful tone, emphasizing tack prophetic word with a dismal no£ "You're been reading novels," says Rodney, contemptuously. "No, I haven't," says Mona, indignantly. "Then you are out of your mind," says Rodney. "No, I am not. Anything but that and to be rude"—slowly—"answers no purpose. But I have some common sense. I hope." "I hate women with common sense. In plainer language it means no heart." "Now you speak sensibly. The sooner you begin to hate me the better." "A nice time to offer such advice as that," says R«dney, moodily. "But I shan't take it. Mona,"—seizing her hands and speaking more in passionate excitement than even in love—"say at once you will marry me and keep your word."' "Nothing on earth shall induce me to say that," says Mona, solemnly. "Nothing!" "Then don't!" says Rodney, furiously, and, flinging her hands from him, he turns and strides savagely down the hill, and is lost to sight round the corner. "Dear me," says Mona, throwing up her dainty head, and with a petulant

esture, flinging the offending grass her, "what an escape I have nad! How his mother would have hated me! Surely I should count it lucky that I discovered all about her in time. Because really it doesn't so very much matter I dare say I shall manage to be quite perfectly happy again, after a lit-

tie bit, just as I have been all my life— before ne came And when he is gone" —she pauses, chokes back with "stern determination a very heavy sigh, and then goes on hastily with a suspicious bitterness, "What a temper he hasl Horrid! Tho way he flung away my hand, as if he detested me, and flounced down that hill, as if he hoped never to set eyes on me again 1 With no 'goodbye,' or

lby

your leave,' or 'with your

leave,' or a word of farewell, or a backward glance, or anything! I ao hope he

resting place Her lips part. An expression that is half gladness, half amusement, brightens her eyes. "I wonder," she says to herself, softly, "whether he will be with me at the usual hour to-morrow, or—a little earlier!"

Then she gathers up her gown and runs swiftly back to the farm.

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Dobbins' Starch Polish. Aiv important ihs

jlCWDASHM)

covery, by whicl

every larni!y Mar

give their liner

that beautiful fin

ish peculiar t» fim

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wor^

Ask your firocet

i. I DOBBINS,

PHILADELPHIA, PI

BEMENT & CO., Wholesale Agents.

JESSE JAMES

1 Complete Life of tlwxe HoM Hlgrhway men. Also of IheToaamr Brothers, aM I other )old outlaws of the border. Tolly Illu» I li ata*. Over GOO pages. PortT Cent* for loaUM. Terms liberal. AAEHTI WAHTKO

need something to assist

nature in holding her own under the constant^ strain which is drugging them down. l.AniKs' Totrtc will build up any broken down,worn out or over-worked member of the sex. One'bottle will do wonders. 'Pricc $100. Sold by DiUjH»ists or sent on receipt of pricc by

OSUOOiinVitCO., Dole I'rapni, lIUFI AL-0. N. Y. IOTHI'RS,

Vim It lire it's "tCAICY KYHMV iligffi 7?WiiiiHBiiijiWii—i

PARKER'S HAIR BALSAM.

«.*

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The Rest, Cleanest and mmt Economical Hair Dressing.

never Falls to Restore

the youthful color to grey .hair,

50c

and $1 sizes at

[druggists.

Fioreston Cologne. A n»«r and «zc««Uirg ty fmrmnt and tailing prrfumt, rrica 25 *nd ?5c.

PARKER'S,

GINGERTONIC

A Pure Family MidiciM that Never latoxicates. If ymi area mechanic or fa .tier, worn out with

or a mother run down by family or house-

Junes try Parker g,nger

TONIC.

area lawver, minister or business man ex-

:1 hausted Iry mental straiti or anxious carcs

PACKER'Snotdo

stimulants, but use

If ytou have Dyspepsia, Rheumatism, Kidney or Urinary Complaints, or

you rue troubled with any

disorder of the lunes, stomach, bowels, blood or nerves I you

zaa

be cured by PARKER'S GINGER TONIC. Ifvouaie wasting away from age, dissipation or

disease or weakness and recjuire a stimulant ike GINGER TONIC at once it will invigorate and bmld you up from the first dose but will never intoxicate. It has saved hundreds of live* it -.iy

mv«

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youts.

HISCOX A CO., I«3 Wllllnr. £t„ New Tut. SOc. and loo* dollir lb* at 11 ih mWkrintv GREAT SAVING BUT! NO DOIXAR SIZE.

OTTS

DISPENSARY.

XitabMoa 1847 at 12 IT. 8th StrMt, ST. LOOTS, HO.

TEE

PhynictaiiH in charge of this oll «ud well knows institution are n-ciilar £•.»,luates In medicine an^ Mrgerr. Years of Experience In the treatment Chrome Dlseaacs have made their nklll and abilitj so much superior to tbnt of the ordinary practitioner, that they have acquired a national reputation tbroog( tbeir treatment of romrlicuted cased.

fecli'mn of tne blood, *kiu or lone«^re*lei^rith MUQ cess, without ir.In? Mercury or Poisonous Medicine! •f middle ac* who arf from

UNC MEN"1

those middle rin.

HIP

afiaots of

uiiTas its vtctlmo for business or marriage cured, at tnoderaA ITfllRkTi lulton «h preferred, questions to be answered by nailed free to any addrsis An application.

rmuieptiv cured, at moderate expense.

Mai! tod Expr»» where poMibC FRBBaadiorluJ

'^Uon in preierfea, which it FJ

pereoiiAi C'.hauI Lilt of uueiiions to be answered by patieuti ileairiog treatmm

fCommunication*strictlyRupture*kon)4

PinsR* ilffrriiiz from ibelr laid leara *omethl«K to thelrwlTuUgs. (tie Mil truN.Jf confidential, and ihould be addrestS

Oil. BUTTS, 19 North 8tb St, St. ImhI*

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for the

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HARRIS

REMEDY CO. AJL'AOMCMI8TAT

Market ond 8th Street*. SJ.JLW 1?) MO,

Gentle Women

Who want glossy, luxuriant and wavy tresses of abundant* beantifnl Hair must nso LION'S KATHAIEON.

elegant, cheap article always mak«9 the Hair prow freely and fast, keeps it from falling out, arrests and enres grayness, remores dandruff and itching, makes the Hair strong, giving it a CHrling tendency ana keeping it in any desired position. Beautiful, healthy Hair is the sore rani!* of using Xathairon,

A POSITIVE CURE

Wltboat tfedlcinea.

ALLAN'S SOLUBLE MEDICATED BOU^IESL Patented October 16,187«. One box Na 1 will cure any case la four days or lea.

Ko. 3 vrlU cure the most obstinate case, aa muter of tow longstanding. No nauseous doses of cubeos, cepabla or oil ol sandalwood, that are cmaln to produce dj-spep-sla by destroying Uie coatlngH of the etonjaca.

Price, $1 so. Sold by all artiRglsto, or mrllec on receipt of price. For runner rilrui. rt sand lor circular. P. 0.10* :?3

F0BSHKR 4 McKAKlS, Claaclnnati. Ohio

C. ALLAN CO., S3

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tlocwbe*. THOXnOSACO.. 1M SatMagi. Xe« Todb