Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 April 1883 — Page 2
sisssisp
a"-
fV' £,-*
I' tr~
I
jV
ir «k pr rrlb.":-.
itfeW -I
IM
till
&
Or
$ht j§vtttmg QaztHt.
AEOEST CIT7 CIEOOLATIOH
SATURDAY. APRIL 14,1883
A CHILD
'-i»
OF THE STREET
CHAPTBB ra. rr^
Certainly Heme Bay vu hardly to be recognized. A great inland wave from iha outeide world had transformed its quiet sea-washed shore into a fashionable promenade. .*•*'*
it
"Who is that creature'' in the Srimwifh jersey and Tam Sbanter, with the Japanese umbrella drawled Mrs. Somerset Cast, looking up languidly from the depths of her Bky-blue sun-bonnet at the .lark-eyed personage stationed behind her basket-chair, who happened to be a foreign prince incog, for the season. He levelled his eye-glass in the direction of aer ladyship's outstretched parasol. "That's the Leopardi How did you fail to recognize her? She is a fine creature," he incautiously admitted. "Ye-e-es, but how vilely she dresses, like a vimndiere, and, do you know, mon ami, I really have been told on the best authority that the creature smokessmokes! only fancy. Is it not revolting and horribly disgusting—-so. unwomanly, you know."
A laugh was hia highness's safe and neutral reply. His private opinion was the "creature" looked deuced handsome, und so she did in her oyn loud ouirt fashion. "Fleur de Marie is certainly pretty," admitted Mrs. Somerset East, raising her eyebrows, "but still 1 consider her tant soil peufade, dont you know, white as marble and cold, I hear. What a famous Galatea she would have made. By the way, I haven't seen her on the beach this morning. Ah, yea, there she comes. Who is that man walking by her side? Do you know him Rene He liaunts her like a shadow. He doesnt look like one of her own set Do you know him asked the fair critic, tuning round and. whispering. "Yes I met him at Lord Nockabowt's in the spring. He's well known on the turf did a big thjpg at Ascott last June, made quite a pot, I believe, on 'Tetrarch.' He goes by the name of Nick Newen." "Is that Cuthbert Newen exclaimed Mrs. Somerset East, turning round to stare as only a pretty and well-born woman can do with impunity. "Ah, I know liis father, proud as Lucifer. It's to be hoped his son is not thinking of marrying that pretty little prima" donna but of course he won't." "Tbey say she refused Sir Harry Lothair last season-" "Don't believe it," was the lady's prompt response. "I can't imagine how men can run after that sort of women, however pretty they may be. Just look at Newen—why, positively, he peers into her face in a way I would never allow, I know, and looks as if he would yke to swallow each word that fallk from her iips. Just see, they are moving away now. No, they are turning back this side —hush!" and Mrs. East raised her Chitese pagoda-like parasol, and lowered it jver her eyes that she might stare through its broad fringe of lace at the Fleur de Marie, whom in her heart of hearts she envied, and whose costume «and coiffure she invariably copied, although, as the young singer passed, she •Irew in her silken skirts and gathered them round her feet. -$m
Yes, it was true, as the fashictnahle magpie had said, Newen had haunted her like her shadow ever since her arrival at the Dolphin a fortnight before.
He knew it, but be also felt that he had nevertheless advanced not one step nearer to her real self, in spite of his best ef-
rorts,
in spite of walks and talks and excursions into the country, and moonlit •onverse on the pier, where the world gathered to enjoy the coolness of the light hours, to the sound of dream-like ausic, and stirring of plashing waves.
He was looking—nay, peering into her 'ace, trying to read in her calm blue eyes he expression he had so earnestly tried to call forth, but in vain.
He only so far could flatter himself she was his friend, and that in a most aggravatingly frank fashion. Platonics are very unpalatable to a lover, and such, unloubtedly, was Newen.
Yes from that first evening, that first look from eye to eye, be had felt she was His fate for weal or woe.
Now, however, he was not so sanguine. Either this Fleur de Marie had already tyiven her love to another, or else she was •i most finished coquette, only feigning inlifference to fan the flame of his passion. !Ie would not oftn to himself that she night be every way free and yet refuse iim. Such a thought hurt his pride. AnyIOW. he was determined to put an end to he uncertainty on the first opportunity, ile longed to throw himself at her feet. "All the world seems here, and I know :o orre," said Fleur de Marie, turning her ace toward the gay-colored moving iass, ebbing JWJ flowing like a human ide on the sands below—for they were :ow standing on the promenade. "Why, here is one of your friends coning down from the cliff," he replied, atching sight of Lorita, surrounded as isual by a body-guard, wfth whom she vas laughing md talking noisily while -be descended xhe slope, using her paraol as a walking stick. "She is no friend of mine, Mr. Newen." .'here was no scorn or malice in-the tone, n]y, perhaps, a shade of sadness, for hich her cavalier could not account. "Can you say as much for her companon. mademoiselle
The words had scarcely left his lips vhen he regretted his speech. "She will hink me impertinent," he thought, and ,o she evidently did. He saw her sweet
bee flush rrom DTOW to ettxn as nia woru», then she. turned* ft quietly: shall cancel that remark of
and it is hot. Let us go back-to lunch." There was nothing for IftWff to do but tn Tftiao hia hit Hid d-p Jnhillli lift did so, the Leopardi and her party passed the little group, looking back over her shoulder with a smile of unmistakable meaning, and a glance at Newen out of her bold black eyea w^ich heightened her xivaPs color. £.3'*
There were half-a-dozen men with this woman, but one walked by her side, carried her gloves and handkerchief, and seemed to engross all her attention.
Only this one did Fleur de Marie notice. His face was turned awey, but she felt that be had seen her as be went by, and the bright flush faded from her cheeks, leaving her very pale.
Lorita Leopardi had been forced to own, although only to herself* that, on the stage, Fleur de Marie was as far above her as the still shining stars are above the passionate, restless sea but oil the stage she had her revenge, the sweetest to her because the bitterest to another—a royal revenge! Had she not stolen her rival's lover, so that now be was ready to 'do any mad thing for her sake or at her .bidding?
And Lorita enjoyed this triumph as only .coarse natures such as hers can. But Lorita had little power of discrimination. It never occurred to her to suppose that Love, once pure and true, may .scorch Jte wings in the fire of an unworthy worship, and fall to earth and yet 'that love may rise to new life from the ashes of folly. She Judged others, and [the feelings of others, by her own standard.
Gabriel walked by her side silent and sullen. Lax as were his morals, and Hunted as his sense of delicacy bad been by his earlier career, he maa conscious now of some shame for his cowardly avoidance of Fleur °de Marie.
He had half a mind to go back and speak to her, for in his inmost heart, though perhaps he hardly knew it then, be still felt there was no woman in the world like his old love and girl-comrp4g, Mysie OFarrell.
How beautiful she was, fair as a lily and as pure, and she cared for him—for him, debased, false, coarse, given up as be was to every vice that ever sent a man's soul to perdition. She cared for him—aye, even now, he knew he had only to go back and ask to be forgiven, and she would smile that, soft, slow, wonderful smile,%nd grant him the token of forgiveness.
He had only to go back—but ah, that was the rub. The "onlys" are often as difficult to get over as death in this world. Only to go back—to bid'good-bye to this black-browed beauty by his side, and yet Jie could not.
She held him in bondage,' twisted him round her finger, piped her own tune to which he must (lance perforce, kept him about her like any spaniel, to fetch arid carry now petted him, now neglected. Yes, held in bondage by the, power of her beauty, such as it was.
He wate no more to her than fifty others who carried her fan, "stood" her suppers, threw her bouquets,"gave her gold, and yet when she would, she could cajole him into the belief that white she accepted gifts and gold from others, from him she took onlv love.
And Fleur de Marie, sweet' Mysie CFarrell, was all his own, as true as1 death, and as pure as angels. And yet— yet what?
One by one Lorita's followers had dropped away in despair of getting a word or a look, while Gabriel monopolized her attention. At the door of the Dolphin they came to a standstill. His rooms were at the Brunswick.
She looked at him, tapping her foot petulantly on the stone steps. "If you want to lunch with me, can't you say so? But I dont think I want you. You are stupid and dull to-day, and why is it? You can be so brilliant when you choose. I like to be amused, so, as you have lost your tongue, go and buy me anew book, and be quick back, like a 'good boy—I like to read while I am eating. It's a case of double digestion. Go!" "Then may I stay when I return?" I "Well, we'll see depends on the book you bring. Mind, it must be chock full of fun. I like to be kept on the broad grin. Go on," and she playfully dealt him no gentle blow on the knuckles of his 'outstretched band with her parasol. "If you send, me about my business when I do oome -back, I shall take the book with me, mind." I "AH right, wait and see. Well square matters when you bring the book. Don't be long," and she turned into the hoteL
CHAPTBB IV.
4
.Life "in tfae busy little bay was like a fashionable scrap-book all through those memorable months of July and August— •ketches, portraits, finished picture^ woodland scenes, "bits" of shore and boats, with a changing sky overhead, each page a contrast to the last.
Heme Bay was keeping carnival, only at the wrong time of the year. In the shadow of the cliffs sits a woman, and at her feet lies a man with a sunburnt, handsome face that rests on folded hinds and is upturned to hers with a look she could not help understanding, were not her eyes on the water instead of on him.
His elbows are sinking deeper into the shingle, and his six-feet long body is stretched at its length, as near to her chair as he dare approach.
He is thinking bow pretty she is, and wondering what, she sees those endless waves to bring that wistful expression to her pretty eyes and that sodden quiver to the parted lips. And 6he—oh, sad to tell!—hasfbr the moment forgotten his existence, which accounts for the Start that recalls her to present company as Ije Speaks. .. set
4
THE
"Hav» you bac to apropotti. "Yes, indeeSjf Wta the reply. "I have a very long holiday—nearly six weeks. Here we are in September. I matt begin work again at once, or I shall be getting into Mr. Brevet's black books, sot-to speak of Signer Brunetti. I have much to do before the winter season commences.''
There is a pause. He .finds conversation an uphill affair to-day. "Do you care for the life you lead? That sounds rather an impertinent question, but I hope we are friends enough to allow of something beyond conventionalities between us. I know most women would declare themselves more than content with your brilliant present and prospects, and, certainly, the career of a prima donna is enviable in away it must be paradise to a small material mind set on vanity in all its forms. But you are not like any other woman I have ever met. You are not vain, you are not a lover of luxuries, the worship which waits to make you its object does not turn your head. You can see London at your feet and yet remain calm." "Oh, you do not know me, Captain Newen. I do heartily enjoy my success, and I do not think I could, of my own free will, abandon the career of a singer for anything under the sun," replies Fleur de Marie candidly, smiling down calmly into his upturned face in which there is so much for her eyes to read if she could. "No," she repeats softly, as if some question within her had risen to confront her—"no, I do not think I could leave the stage now with my foot scarcely firm on the first step of fame's ladder, not for anything."
He draws himself up close to her chair and resting on his elbows, whispers almost inaudibly: "Or for any oneT
But her quiet blue eyes are looking out dreamily over the sunlit sea, and her thoughts are as far away. So she answers in the same half-mechanical tone: "Or anyone!"
She is thinking, perhaps, that the one for whom she would willingly make any sacrifice would never demand it even if he loved her, which he does not—at least not now.
A hand is laid gently on her own that' lies in her lap. She starts and draws back, flushing indignantly as she rises to her feet.
But something in the face of the man who had dared such a liberty arrests her steps. "I was fool enough to flatter myself you would do as much for me. I would sacrifice wealth, position, everything in your Bervice. Have I been willfully "blind or have you wittingly deceived me Ai^ I a fool or are you a ooquette, as ci^iel as coid?"
He springs to lier side and seizes cce of her hands almost rudely. She Is too utterly surprised to. withdraw it. —•«.- ^r-• "Tell me, swear to me by all that' is holy that you knew not that I loved you!" "Yoa forget your manners, Captain Newen," is the cold reply, "but, I sball answer ydur question, after which I hope you will detain me no longer. I was quite ignorant of the nature of your—your feelings towards me, or, believe me, I should sooner have put a stop to our constant companionship. Indeed, I am very, very grieved and sorry about it. You always were so frank and pleasant with me that I never doubted you were more, or wished to be more, than a friend, and I am so disappointed. It always is so. I must not have any friends, it seems, for I lose them all just when I am beginning to valve them most." j""
She is standing with face averted, unconsciously tracing a name on the sand with her parasol.
He,' too, is watching her. but without particular attention, being self-absorbed and blind for the moment to outside things.
Suddenly, as he absently follows her action with his eyes, he sees the word resolve itself into A I, and then she, too,-comes back to reality, and, remembering she is not alone, hurriedly obliterates those five foolish letters, and glances aside under hei- drooping lashes to make sure be has not guessed, at the rest...
Their eyes meet. "So that is my rival, Fleur de Marie She does not answer, only looks down With heightened color at the place where those letters were traced. "I aim glad to know that you are not free," her companion resumes, after a long never-to-be-forgotten pause, "because I might have nourished possibly a secret hope of some different reception in a time to come. New I can understand
"But, indeed," interrupted Fleur de •Marie, with crimson cheeks and trouble averted eyes, "I am—that i«—I never said I was not free. I am quite unfettered by any engagement. Why should you suppose that I am bound to another —that you have a rival?" •fsj "You did not contradict riie just how, mademoiselle, when I pointed to those letters ou the sand and said, 'That is my rivaL' Gabriel! I guessed it long ago, and then I ceased to think so, never seeing you together." "I am not bound to Gabriel. I am nothing to him," she answered with a strange quiver in her voice. "But is Jie nothing to you
She turns and faces him with angry eyes. "What right have you—how dare you question me thus closely as to my feelings towards this or any other man You area gentleman, but sometimes I think you forget your part. I have given you your answer. Let us'at least part friends, since part we must." "Must we part Oh, forgive me, Fleur de Marie, for my rudeness and impertinence. I was so sanguine of success. I have been living all these weeks past in
TERRE HAUTE WEEKLY GAZETTE.
made up your mma to hind, and always seemed so glad to see morrow he asks, as
m6f
means to lead up to
flattend myself I bad made myself
BOTnf
flnng nearer and more necessary than-a friend. Forgive me. My punishment is hard enough as it is. Be still my good angel, and let me 6tay within reach of your hand, within sound of your voice, for I love you, Marie, for I would rather have your friendship than the worship of another woman less perfect. I would
"Hush! You must not talk so wildly. I am sorry, more sorry than you can tell, for all this that has happened. Your love iiln a most pleasant friendship. Yes, do not interrupt me. I do not believe in platonics. You must go away—right away now." "I will. I will throw myself off that cliff into the sea if you send me out of your sweet presence a banished man." "Hush 1 you will go because you love me. You area man of the ^orld, and for my sake, you understand, yoa must not haunt me at follow my steps wherever I go. Besides, it would only make you more miserable if you did.* "You might learn to love me in the end." "Love is not a lesson to he learned, I think. It is an inspiration, a fate it comes unbidden, and abides forever." "Unless it dies a violent death," puts in her companion, for some instinct tells him that is bow it has been with her. *Then the ghost haunts the heart it once gladdened, if the heart is not broken at its falL" "Then you never will love me at any time, or under any circumstances whatever be asks anxiously. "Sincerely speaking, I believe not. I have found your friendship most pleasant, and regret to say good-bye." "Then we will call it au revoir. Listen to me for one moment, Fleur de Marie. I pha.ll not detain you long—I will leave ycu and go right away as you desire. I shall exchange into the Prince's Own, which is ordered out in November. I have friends and relations in India. I will join them, and make a home there. I shall not persecute you with letters, not one word till another year has passed over our heads. Then, if .you will allow me, this time, this day, next September, I shall write once, my first and last letter to you, asking you again to be my wife, and you will kindly give me a final answer." "Do not, I pray you. Why deceive yourself?. I tell you my answer will be the same," she answers rather impatiently. "Somehow I do not believe it. Maybe I am too sanguine. Anyhow, I shall write. Hope never hurt a man yet, and if you again refuse I shall have only myself to blame and you to respect. Farewell till we meet again, sweet Fleur de Marie. I have a strange presentiment we shall yet* be man and wife. Stranger things have happened." "None less likely." "Ah well, I will not argue further. I feel we shall meet again. Farewell.— Think of me sometimes when your singing brings flowers to your feet. Remember, I am no fair-weather friend. I am waiting for yon when the world has ceased to smile, and your so-called friends turn aside to worship at some fresh shrine. If you are in trouble, write to me if you want a home, come to me. You do not believe in platonics, you say? but what I offer is not friendship, but love. Farewell."
There are tears in the blue eyes, and trouble in the beautiful'face, as she turns and stretches out both of her hands, unable to speak for sorrow that she has nothing to give, only a God-speed.
At last she says brokenly: "Good-bye, friend. See, I believe in yOur friendship, because you have the courage to go. I will remember your tfords and if I am in trouble I will call you to my side. But my love—no, no, that I can never give you. See I will trust you, I will tell you," and she comes nearer to him, and whispers"That name you saw just now half traced on the sand I have obliterated but nothing, not even the wild vain tears I have shed, can wash those letters from my heart. It is true as you guessed: Gabriel is my best, my only beloved the love I have for him is a part of my being. It was born when we sang together and starved together in the London streets, it has grown with my growth, and though its blossoms have been blighted by neglect, nothing can root it out from my heart. I am free, it is true. Gabriel is lost to me, I fear forever but still I am bound, not by a promise, but by the force of my own feelings. The faculty*for krving is dead in me, since another has robbed me of his object. I now live only to give voice to my sorrow in song. My life is like an unfinished story, the author of which died and left his work incomplete, or cared not to complete it. It is some consolation to sing, and thus give vent to—but I will not weary you. I have said enough. You see how it is. I am not able to love you. I have trasted you with my heart's secret it will, I know, be sa-crcd to you as your mother's name. Now, I sh.all send you away. I know of old what the pain of parting is. when one loves. Why prolong itP
He holds her little white hand, that is soft as a silken glove, for one moment in his own broad, brown palm, looking at it in loving wonder, then he touched the slight fingers with his lips, and left her with one long, long look, but never a word.
Up the narrow winding path he goes towards the town, slowly, with steps that drag wearily, and head bent down.
Once only, when he comes to the summit of the cliflj he turns and sees her, the woman who has just pronounced his ban of exile, standing as he left her, with her fair face seaward, leaning over the back of her twisted willow chair with its gaycolored cushions, while the fading sunI light falls on her dead-gold hair, and touches the rare-cut crystals at her neck. I "I fancy, somehow, she will yet be my wife. Stranger things have happened.
It will not be for love, at least, not first
a fool's paradise, and because you were love, and no second quality is worth 1
iiisite
W
7
V-
araefc. But, ah, there are a thousand ana one other motives which move a man or a woman to mantage. I will win her In spite of herself bat not now, not yet—in yeart time, maybe.1 v\ [The continuation of this story will be found in the succeeding issues of the Saturday and Weekly Gazette. [Ed. GAZETTE:
HOME-COMFORT.
After a Physician
Rainy Ride
a Country What he
hysician Tells Thinks of Sons People,
"I wish to gracious «ome people would learn when they need a doctor and when they don't," exclaimed Dr. E as lie entered his house In a cosy little village in the interior of the State o* New York, aftei' a tedious night ride of many miles. "I have been down among the mountains to see a man who, the messenger said, was very sick and not likely to live till morning unless be bad immediate help, and found him suffering from a rather sharp attack of oolic, which his family might have relieved in ten minutes if thev had a grain of sense and two or three simple remedies in the house. But no they must remain as ignorant as pig«, and wmn the least ache or pain takes them send for a doctor, whether they ever pay him or not." '"Why, Doctor, *hat kind of simple rem edies, as you call them, do YOU expec people to keep in the house?" asked nis wife, as she poured him a cup of hot tea. "In this case," answered the Doctor, "if they had only put a BENSON'S CAPCINE POROUS PLASTER, on the man's stomach he would have been all ripht man hour, and saved me a dreary ride."
In all ordinary complaints it cures at once. Ail diseaces are eliminated from the system by what may.be roughly called expulsion or extraction, or by a union of the two processes. Benson's Plaster promotes bothIt incites the torpid organs to act, and sends its healing, soothing influence turoush the yriad pores of the skin. All other plasters oblige the patient to wait. They giv him hope for to-morrow. Benson's plaste gives him help to-d»y. Which.is better, you think? Buy the CAPCINE and keep it in the house. Price, 25 cents.
Seabury A Johnson, Pharmaceutical Chemists, New York.
THE
I Adt
mimtion
or TBS
WORLD.
Mrs. SiAMlleris
WORLDS'
HairRestorer
IS PERFECTION 1 Public BeneflwtreM.
Mrs. S.
A. ALLEN has justly earned this «itle, anA thousands are this day rejoicing over a fine head of hair produced by her unequaled preparation for res
tor-
ing, invigorating, and beautifying the Hair. Her World's Hair Restorer .... f* quickly cleanses the scalp, removing
Dandruff, and arrests the fall the hair, if gray, is changed to its
natural
color, giving it the same vitality ar.d luxurious quantity
as
in youth.
COMPLIMENTAEY. "My hair is now restored to its youthful color I have not a gray hair left. I am satisfied that the preparation is not a dye, but acts on, the secretions. My hair ceases to fall, which is certainly an advantage to me, who was in danger of becoming bald." This is the testimony of all who use Mrs. S. A.'ALLEN'S WORLD'S HAIR RESTORER. "One Bottl* did it." That«*«
expression of rainy who bavc nad their gray hair restored to its natural color, and their fold spot covcied with hair, after using one bottle of A MRS. S. A. ALLEN'S WORLD'S HAIR
RKSTOUK.
It is not a dye.
BALL'S
CORSETS
Every Corset it, satisfactory to its weaier in every way, or the win fcc rented by the person from mhom trarchaaed.
-n& Corbet ever m.-ule.' PRICES, by Mntl, Pwtito
Paldt
Ccalth Preserving: Ai-SO. Mf ADLWT'C. TL.&O (cxtrn hcavy)g2.fH» •'•m .1» ,fM
'tealthPreBcrvImr (Sne eontllj S3.b«. a Stlrt-Snpporttajr. #1.50. orsale by leading R-. tatl Dealers crerjwher*. CHICAGO CORSFT fin., rhlcafl. m.
STOPPED FREE
Marttlvut Curt*.
DR. OJtfE'S GREAT NERVERE8TQRER all
BRAX* AXS NXBTI
ASXS.-ONLYsuaefur ccmr ros NERYI Arrrci
1 free '•o fit Caaei,they paying ezpn
Icbarges on tax,4men received. Bend natnes.P.O.tnl. lexpreis iddrasa of affliptsd to DB-KL.I2JE.y31 Arck 4*.
iLYON&HEALY & Monroe Sts.,Chicago.^ WBl Mndptmld to *ny addraai tbdri lot tiMtroronU, Snitt, Cmpt
Emokta, Gip-
ram
NIJORT SUF
Sundry Bud Ontfiti, ItepMog Ikb, also
loclada
lutracthWMd b-
1 for Amateur and
llf CTtM Band litm
No. 4x5} OHIO SWEET*
TERRE HAUTE, INDI4N4. (AtaNtoM 181S.) Dor all ZHMOM of the JEye, Ear, jBeo* vw«
Throat, Lung* mnd mil Chronic Diseases,
BnwciaUy CHROSIC DISEASES of Women as* Children Fiatbla, Pile*, Lnpna,Cancers, Opium bit, SbenmatiMB, Xeuralgia, Skin Diteaaea, DISEASES of the STOMACH, LIVER, SPLEEN, WW ART disepaee of tbe Kidneva and Bladder, and all diseases ol the Qenito-Urlnwy SyMeaa. ALL KEBVOUS DI8-
Hal
thoee diwaiM not •neeeasfkillT treated by the "bat Pbgtieian" and Deformities of all kinds, ana instrument* furbished.
ELECTRICITY amd MLECTMICBA TH8 All catea of Agae, Dumb Ague or Chill* and Fever, Ftatula, PUee, Ulcers and (iasure*
Kectum, Lupus, moat Caaoers. most Skin Dia. Diaeaaw generally. Oranalated Lid*, ukwrs of tbe Oftrnea, Weak and gore Eyea, Catarrh of the Eye, Ear, Noae, Throat or Skin fEccemai, ot Spermatorrhea* or-Sac awe* peculiar to Men and Toot ha,
Operations fe« fe».*vginm, Strabismus or Cross Kye» -S'" Hain't,1"
Chancroid!
Brtffet'a M"MM and Ifflou Colic, Etc. ftwmHaOonftMaod Invited. AddreM with stamp
Beware
or
BENSON'S CAPCINE PLASTERS
HAVE BEEN IMITATED, And their excellent reputation injured by worthless imitations. The fcublio are cautioned against buying Plasters having similar sounding names. Bee that the word C-A-P-C-I-N-E is correctly spelled.
Benson's Capcine Porous Plasters
Are the only improvement ever made in Plasters. One is worth more than adosea of any other kind.
Will positively cure where other remediee will not even relieve. Price 25 oents.
Beware of cheep Plasters made with lead poisons. SEABURY A JOHNiON.
Manufacturing Chemiata, Mew York.
ISITTTBabdicated
MMBPYAT LiCT. PrtctMctt.
MEMTO CORN Md BUNION PLASTEB.
WHAT
WILL convince yoa 4 the wonderful curatfti properties combined in
HOOD'S SABSAPAKILLA, it the remarkable cures that have been effected by its use fail to Impress upon your mind this repeatedly proven fact? Thousands are using it, and all declare that ftAf| I I it is a medicine possess-
an(*
even more thao ISiSi we claim for it My friend, if yoa are sick or in that conIdition that yoa cannot call yourself either sick or well, go and get A bottle of HOOD'S SABSAPA&ILLA. and realize yourself how this medicine I hits the right I spot, and pots' all the machinery of your body bate VOdctDf order. .rV *.
anu RAUUO JIVUIWU
CONVINCE
From the Registrar of Deeds for Hiddlesai .. County, Northern District. LOWELL, MASS.
MESSRS. C. I. HOOD & Co.: Gentlemen— It affords me much pleasure to recommend HOOD'S SAKSAPAXJLLA. My health has been such that for some years past I hare been obliged to take a tonic of some kind in tbe spring, and have never found anything
that lilt my wants as your Sarsaparilla. tones up my system, purifies my blood, sharpens my appetite, and seems to maka me over. Respectfully yeurs.
J. P. THOMPSON.
One of our prominent business men said (A US the other toy: In the spring my wife got all run and ceuld not cat .anything passiBg your store I saw a pile of HOOD'S 8ABSAPABILLA in the window, and I got a bottle. After she had been taking it a weefe she had arousing appetite, and it did her everything. She took three bottles, and it was the best three dollars I ever invested."
Hood's Sarsaparilla.
Sold by nil druggists. Price SI a bottle^ or six bottles tor §5. C. I. HOOD & CQ|| Apothecaries. Lowell, Mass.
WTOEI jP^RELUBLE SELF-CURE
^5 a favorite pwMcrlptloP .of QQBJitJ&L scat noted ami iuy minil •pcdalbta to tbe.Q.1
platit trivHiopg/•••. DruggistacaQlll* nil. WMM» 4 CO.. Uulliisa. M*
ADVERTISING
Advcrtfsbiff Agents, Cbfc»so,Xfc