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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1883

The Makeshift Colt.

A TALE OF THE DERBY.

'"That's yours, thin, anyway," said Jimmy, referring to the sweep. I accepted this drawing, for my own part, as an omen of success. I was thoroughly in with Jimmy now.

I had little enough money but I quickly sold or pawned every available article that I owned, even going so far as to raise money upon a few bits of furniture and studio effects that I had. I made up a purse of about 40 sovereigns, which really represented & every stick or rag in my possession, excent what I stood upright in. ft Then my Irish monitor and mvself proceeded to visit certain book-makers. *j A remark that the first of them made to us was substantially repeated by the rest. "Never heard of your fancy till this morning. Gave a hundred against him to one or two parties that came to get on him. Had to look up the "guide" to see if there was such a horse at all.

But can't give quite the long price again. Make it eighties to one for you." I put on £30 at these odds, and 1 also "placed" the colt at fifteen to one, putting on £7 in that way. Jimmy was enraptured for if the colt carried off the event I should win £2,500—a mint of money in our eyes. He himself had put on all he could raise—how much exactly vv I do not know. "It's a foine time we'll be havin'pres- .. ently," he said. "Won't the boys open their eyes whin you an' me shows our pile? An' see fwhat a base of operalions we'll have! Be the mother av

Moses, we'll be millionaires yit! Good Ite? luck to the coult!" I confpss I had my misgivings, al\a though the gambling fever had come over me and impelled me to risk my littie all upon this horse. To me it was a -i grand coup indeed. It meant so much, & you see for either I should come out an actual capitalist, possessor of a sum that to me seemed almost boundless wealth—"a base of operations," as Jimmy called it—or I should be completely and utterly broken.

You may imagine the state of mind I was in—at one moment seeing a simplygolden prospect before me, anon seized with the dismalest doubts and fears. And the following day my excitement

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ew hotter yet, for in all the papers the Colt was now, for the iii^t time, quoted in the betting, and apparently he had come into favor, as the

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against him had fallen to forties one. Still more reassuring was the fact that two sporting papers gave the Makeshift Colt as one of their three probable winners. The secret was a secret no longer.

I now got into a wild delirious ecstacy of expectation. You can well imagine how I felt. I went so far as to telegraph to that relative of mine, alleging that I was in want and had sore need of his help, I also borrowed some £b here and there, and "crackod it on'-' with the rest.

My relative evidently smelled a rat, however, lie was a man of the world, as the phrase goes, and had a low opinion of me, which I am now open to confess was not wholly unwarranted. He wired in reply: "Believe you want to bet on Derby. Will send £10, but not until Saturday rooming, when expect it."

However, on showing his telegram to the landlord of the Brush and Palette, that worthy publican readily advanced me the £10". I thus "sold" my kind relative. you will observe, through the instrumentality of the general guide, philosopher, and friend of good Bohemians.

At last came the eventful morning, and Jimmy and I found ourselves in a brake with some dozen others, driving from our "pub" down to Epsom. I need not say that 1 had put on the bulk of my £10, getting forty to one, and eight to one for a "shop." Along price still but the colt had not come into

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favor much, and, indeed, ac.tualstarted at little below those odds. Ah! I don't think I shall ever forget that day. No, sirl The fearful agitation I was in has impressed every detail of it indelibly on my memory. Consider. I stood to win £8,000, which meant to me a wife, a home, substance, comfort, respectability, a business. On the other hand, a black abyss of woe seemed to open to my imagination.

We stood on the hill opposite the

grim, white-faced, eager-eyed, silent spectator. I was so agitated that I had to lie on the turf. My head swam round, and my heart palpitated forcibly. I shook all over as if 1 had a palsy.

Among the mass of horses marshaling into rank for the start we had eyes but for one. Among the many hues of their jockeys' silks we sought out the colors that signified our particular choice. Purple and black—there they were and we gazed at them feverishly, for the noble animal that bore them carried all our hopes and feaTS.

They are off! The race has begun, and the decision of my fate is at hand. I see the brilliant Ded of colors stream past and away. I hear the intense murmur of the crowd, and I stand, as a gambler stands, awaiting the cast of the die.

Oh. my God! how it all comes back to me, though ten eventful years hare passed since that day! Surely, such a terrible agitation of mind as shook me then is madness—madness, neither more nor less.

The field comes sweeping round "the corner," tailed of into extended line and down the hill toward home come the horses, in one last tremendous effort. A jockey, whose colors are scarlet and yellow, bright and vivid, leads the way, working with bit and spur and whip, and seeming to carry his steed on beneath him. Two others are close behind but their colors are strange to my straining eyes.

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neavens! Where is the Make-

ift Colt? Where is the racer to whom I have pinned my faith? As the foremost horses come in sight I hear the tremendous, frenzied roar that bursts up from the mighty concourse of spectators. For a moment my heart seems to stop beating. It is death to me to hear that noise.

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The dark horse forges ahead, passes the two behind the foremost, lies on tho flank of Red and Yellow. Even in all my terrible excitement I notice a dropping in the roars of the mighty crowd, a sort of falter or perplexity—for few know what horse Black and Purple rides. I hear a man Bear me hoarsely

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tvi ft "What the—^ horse is that?" I know, and I leap up in a mad thrill of delight. As the striving racers flash before us I see two far in front of all the rest Red and Yellow is doing all he knows, but, on his flank, drawing up to him closer and closer, nearer and nearer, forging ahead until they ride neck and neck, comes my noble Black and Purple. He is coming up! he is passing .lied and Yellow! He is gaining afoot in every yard! He wins! he wins! Black and Purple forevelfl

The race is over. The tierce turmoil! of shouting thousands boils up around us. The two Isorses have passed the post so close together that no one knows which has won. We wait some moments in agonized suspense, till' the numbers go up upon the Tboard. At last they ap-

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jar: 1, Cremorne 2, Makeshift Colt: 3, not what, for I sink almost fainting on the ground.

Half a neck has done it. Had our horse put on the spurt a moment sooner he would have won. Had the course been ten yards longer the decision would have been reversed. Oh, if—if—if—arid I have lost!

O'Hooligan is beside me.. He stands with his hands thrust down deep into his pockets, his face is pale, and nislips set together he gazes vacantly into tne distance. "Shot in the back again!"hemurmurs hoarsely, with an oath. "Come on, me boy! Itouse yerself! Come an' let's liquor, any way!"

I crawl dejectedly Alter him to the tent, for my mouth isms dry as a limeburner's wig.

Well, that event was tlie turning-point in my life. That bad luck has been the making of me. I will tell you how in as few words as possible.

I awoke the next morning in the most utterly depressed and dispirited condition. I had a racking headache, of course, for, equally of course, I had got most consumedly drunk after the race. Perhaps that was natural under the circumstances. Mind and body were in torture. I felt gloomy enough to do something dreadful. I was utterly ruined I had no prospects everything I had possessed was mine no longer. I had not even the means left to earn my subsistence with. In a day or two more my very bed would be seized and I should be turned into the street

My mind was a little confused, you see. I had totally forgotten one thing, and it was lucky I had, perhaps. Not until late in the day did I remember that I had backed the Makeshift colt for a place. So overwhelming was my misery at losing the £3,000 I had reckoned on. and losing it by such a narrow squeak, that I had clean forgotten the saving bet.

I had turned into the Brush and Palette moodily to seek what solace I might find there. Suddenly some .sovereigns were thrust into my hand, and I was told the money was the second prize in the sweepstakes, wh&rein I had drawn "the field," as you may remember.

Ah, it was a fine revulsion of feeling I then experienced! I cheered up wonderfully Avlien I recollected how I really stood. Things were by no means so black as I had thought. As a matter of fact, I had actually won over £100.

That drove me back from the brink just in time. More, it led me to reflect. I conceived a disgust at gambling and betting from that time, and I resolved never to take to the same course again.

I believe it was the luckiest thing in the world that the horse I backed wfcs beaten by Cremorne. If I had won, and I had landed that big prize, I should have been a confirmed gambler all my days. Of that I am certain. I should have come to eventual'smash, when there was no possibility of recovering from it. And, likely as not, I should have dragged my poor Lucy into the mire with me.

That very day after the Derby, as I was reading the accounts in the paper of how the great race had so nearly been carried off by the rankest of rank outsiders, my eyes lit upon an advertisement. It was a call for emigrants to go out to New Zealand.

That decided me. I had £100 in hand, and with it I resolved to emigrate. I resolved to throw gentility to the winds, to quit the dangerous Bohemia of London, to give up my, foolish dreams of an artistic profession, and to try what man-

grand-stand and watched the preparations for the race. Jimmy the bolster- Iful industry might do for me at the anous had suddenly quieted doAvn into a tipodes. I resolved to conquer my own

failings, to concentrate my energies. and to seek fortune in a new land. Within a month I had bidden a hopeful aw revoir to Lucy, had been the recipient of a farewell supper at the Brush and Palette, and was an "assisted emigrant" in the steerage of the good ship llangitiki, bound for Auckland.

Of course. I had hardish times at first Who hasn't? Chopping fire-wood, mending and making roads, carrying a hod, driving cattle—these were some of mv occupations, and little enough could 1 earn at them. But by-and-by my old profession stoott me 111 good service.

One clay I accidentally overhearo-a tot el-keeper his wish to have a signboard on his house. He lamented his iuability to find a man who could paint it properly, and said he would willingly stand £5 for what he wanted I offered to do the job if materials were found me. and after some demur I was allowed to try my hand speculatively.

Before I had finished the sign the satisfied "boss" commissioned me to decorate his saloon. Orders came in upon me thick and fast for similar work, and I soon found myself earning £6 or £8 every week.

Well, to make along story short, within a few months I was foreman of a house-fitting firm in the city, and before a year was gone I was a partner in the concern and doing a thriving business. In three years from the time of my leaving England I was able to send money home to Lucy. The dear girl came out at once and is now my wife,

I have prospered amazingly. Athome I could never have been more than a picture-dealer's hack. Here I hold no inconsiderable position in the city, my business as a ou se-deoorator having. gone ahead and absorbed into it various Kindred branches of trade.

Perhaps I can not call myself a gen-, tlemen any longer. On the other hand, 1 were intent lam sot a broken down Bohemian, arm v.

^-Nucjatiriy », at my prosperity! Look at this shop of mine Queen street, and say have I not cause to be thankful that the Makeshift colt did not win the Derby?

That's my story.—London Society

Grace Lilburae's Secret

.JW-: i* A STORY OF

TWO CHRISTMAS DAYS.

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on the wood 5 the wind is BhriK, .p But let it whistle as it will. We'll keep our Christmas merry stuL ttKate, do you believe that Boland really loves you?"

The girl thus addressed flushed rosy red, then she replied with a shade of annoyance: "How can I tell whether he loves me or not he has never breathed a word of love to me." "Perhaps not, although he has looked whole volumes of devotion but looks are even more deceptive than words. Shall you accept him if he proposes to you?" "I will tell you, Grace, when he has proposed," was Kate's dignified reply

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in the meantime you had better finish dressing. I am nearly ready to receive our guests. How do I look?"

And Kate Lilburne, as she asked this question, glanced with complacency upon the white satin gown that hung so gracefully upon her.

Oh, you always look well," was the ungracious reply "and no wonder, when you have all your mother's jewels to wear. Those pearls alone are worth a fortune."

And she pointed with a mixture of anger and envy at the costly, ornaments on Tier sister's neck and arms. "You know you are always welcome to wear any of my jewelrj," said Kate gently "can I lend you anything now?" "No, thank you," replied lier halfsister sharply "I don't choose to dress in borrowed finery—plain gold ornaments are good enough for me. I sup-

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it never occurred to you that RoAyre is much re in love with your fortune than he is with you." "Certainly not I should be ashamed of myself to think so meanly of him." "It's true, whether you believe it or not," said Grace spitefully "he loves another woman, but she is poor, and if he asks you to marry him, it will be because you ,are rich. Knowing this, I should think you will never accept him." "Mv dear Grace," said Kate lightly, "dona trouble yourself about Roland, nor about me ne is sufficiently wealthy to be able to choose a wife without considering her forttne, and I give him credit for possessing too much good sense, and far too mueh regard for his own happiness, to believe he would marry a'woman whom he does not love. And now I will talk no more about him, for it is not maidenly for you and me to be discussing a man's intentions when he has not proposed to either of us."

But Grace was not to be put off in this manner. She had overheard aconversatibn between her father and Roland Ayre the previous day, and had gathered from the words that fell upon her ears that Roland had asked for and obtained her father's consent to propose to Kate. "Stop a minute," exclaimed Grace, planting herself in the way to the door: "will you promise me that if lloland proposes to you to-night you will not accept him?" "I will not discuss the question,'' was the answer.

Then, seeing that her sister barred her way, she suddenly drew up her slight form with queenly dignity, and said: "Don't forget yourself, Graoe, and don't make me angry. This is not the way in which we should spend Christmas Day. Let me pass."

Grace looked for a moment at her lovely sister, and a sullen scowl came over her own pretty face, but she uttered no word of justification, and turning, sullenly left the room.

No one could have suspected the demon of rage and jealousy that lurked in her breast when some time later she came down to join her father and sister and the guests who bad arrived.

For Grace looked so sweet, and innocent, aiid childlike, that people who did not know her well could very easily believe that she was somewhat oppressed and neglected by lier half-sister and her father," with the latter of whom she was evidently 110 favorite.

A very handsome man is Mr. Lilburne, of Silverton, though he is old to have two daughters so young and so fair as Kate and Grace

The motherless infant was left to be nursed by the wife of the head gardener, who had just lost her own baby, and Mr. Lilburne went abroad and tried to forget his grief and his short-lived happiness.

He succeeded so well in his efforts that when his wife had been dead little more than a year he married a pretty girl young enough to be bis own daughter, and brought her home to Silverton.

But the girl-bride soon wearied of her old husband and of her magnificent surroundings. The quiet lix'e she led With her-stately husband soon became intolerable to her, and this feeling was augmented by his too evident disappointment at the sex of her infant, who, like the child of his first wife, was a girl.

She filled the house with guests of whom he disapproved, and finally she eloped with a young officer, leaving her child behind.

The indignant husband did not attempt to follow his faithless wife he simply ignored her existence, and he tooK no notice of her letters when she wrote long afterwards professing repentance and asking forgiveness.

She is dead now, but the outraged husband often remembers her when he looks on the face of his youngest daughter. and this may be none of the causes why Grace is not his favorite child.

But the party of nearly forty guests have seated themselves at the long din-ing-table in the bangueting-hall, and the servants are bringing in huge ioints of beef, in addition to geese and turkeys, hares and fowls, as though they upon feeding a hungry

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Boland Ayre to Grace Lilburne, who sat by his side,shehatfing manSi^edthat he should take her in to dinner. "I almost wonder your father does not use it more often than he does." "Yes," assented the girl, "it is a delightful place for a large party such as we have to-day, or for a dance, hutyou have no idea how* desolate papa^Tind Kate and I feel if we happen to dine heje by ourselves. We tried it once or twice, but it gave us the horrors, so we went back to our ordinary dining-room, and only use the hall two or three times a yean Do you admire my andfestress who is looking down from the wall there upon us, Mr. Ayre?" "Yes, she is very like your sister I have remarked the strong resemblance before to-day."

His eyes, as he said tMs, wftndered to the end 01 the table where Kate sat, and they lingered so long and so lovingly upon hef That he did not observe the flash of anger that gleamed out of Grace Lilburne's blue eyes, nor did he see the savage way in which she bit her lips with mortification.

An attentive servant looking after his wants soon recalled lifm to the desirability of doing justice to the Christmas cheer, and he found very little time to notice jealously how attentive Algernon Cole brook was to the fair hostess.

Even a Christmas dinner must have an end, though the viands be as plentiful and the delicacies' as numerous as on this occasion, and soon after the dessert had made its appearance the ladies retired to the spaoious drawing-room, where the gentleman Soon joined them. "We are going to dance in the great ball," Kate explained to Roland Ayre, when for the first time that evening he managed to secure a seat by her side: "it makes a splendid ball-room whferi the tables and rugs are cleared away." "Yes. sol should think. Ybu have not forgotten your promise to give me the first dance? "Oh no," and she blushed with conscious gratification as. despite her sister's remarks, shet felt sure that Mr. Ayre loved her.

A band had been engaged for the occasion, and soon the host follqwed by his guests trooped to the hall where he led off the ball with the most distin-

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uished lady present, while lloland and immediately followed. Grace, who was likewise dancing, watched her sister jealously, and she saw how, after a time, Roland led Kate into a recess half screened from the rest of the hall by flowers, and she scarcely needed to listen to them to learn what the ardent lover was saying.

To her secret satisfaction, however, the lovers were interrupted before half-a-dozen words could pass between them, for Algernon Colebrook^ who had engaged Kate for the second dance, now came up to claim her hand.

When her sister had taken the arm of the baronet, Grace joined Roland, and began to talk with him.

But he did not ask her to dance, and he paid very little heed to what she said, for his eyes were following Kate and her partner through the mazes of the dance. "Kate and Mr. Colebrook seem very well matched, don't they?" observed Grace, following the direction of his gaze. "They dance very well' together, if that is what you mean," he replied curtly.

And then he turned to address a couple of ladies who had just drifted into this corner of the room. "He is infatuated with her, but I believe I could make him love me if she were out of the way," thought Grace darkly "she has always been the first in everything—has always stood between me ana what I most desired. "She has robbed me of my father's love, and all the servants in the house would risk their lives for her, while they would not imperil a finger to help me and now she has stolen the love of Roland Ayre, whom I love better than life, and whom I had resolved to marry. Oh, if I could but get rid of her once and all, how different life would be—what a brilliant future of success and happiness would then lie before me!"

With these evils thoughts in her mind Grace left the hall, and wandered about listening to the sounds of mirth and revelry, out there was 110 responsive echo in her heart.

Dark vengeful thoughts filled her breast, and as shejistened to the shrill wind as it howled round the mansion, and putting her face close to the window, saw the large white flakes of snow that were beginning to fall, she shivered and wondered why the world was full of contrasts, and why her sister's lot should be so bright and happy, while.

There had .been some romance about w^fso'daASid c1ffieri?sas!10n, °Wn his early life, and he was quite a mid-dle-aged man when he married Kate's mother, a wealthy heiress, whom he had loved from his youth.

His happiness, however, was of short duration. He had scarcely been married a year when his wife presented him with a daughter then closed her eyes in the long endless sleep that knows no waking.

That the fault lay in herself never for a moment occurred to he^ and when she complained of the devotion of the servants to Kate, she conveniently chose to forg9t that her sister never spared her purse nor her own comfort when any of the servants were sick or in any kind of trouble.

Kate's good deeds were done silently whenever it was possible, and their number was too great to be counted but Grace- had never been known to sacrifice her own convenience for the welfare of any living creature.

But the evil spirits that always strive to make humanity their prey nave full possession of the baron's youngest child to-night, and as she wanders away from her father's guests through this most ancient part of the castle, a plot, as diabolical in its wickedness as it is cruel in its conception, frames itself in her mind, and she prepares for its execution.

CHAPTER II.

.* T.OVE AND TREACHERY. Roland Ayre has been growing desperate during the last hali-hour.

He has not danced since Kate left him, and he has not spoken to anybody since he has managea to get away from Grace but be has watched Kate anxiously, and more than once he had gone some little distance along or across the room to speak to her, but has failed to reach her side before she has been carried off for another dance.

Algernon Colebrook seemed to be as much on the watch to attach himself to the fair heiress as he was himself, and Boland felt that he had no time to lose in securing the prize that so many were evidently anxious to make their own.

Fortune favored him at last. Kate with her last partner passed near the door just as the music ceased. "Will you oblige me by asking Miss Walmer to take some refreshment," said Kntp to hptr nartner while sbe in-

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and they were both watching the burning brightly upon the hearth, and he was telling her how dearly and truly he loved her, while his arm clasped her graceful form, and her head rested trustfully upon his shoulder, when the door of the room was softly and noiselessly opened.

So absorbed were they in their own happiness that they did not observe it. neither did they see the child-like countenance of Grace, with a murderous light in her blue eyes, looki: .T at them.

She went away, however, wvdiout making her presence known. But as she left the room in which hsr sister and Roland were talking of their love, her heart seemed to take lire, and her brain became active for evil as that of a fiend.

All the pent-up malignity in her nature now asserted itself, and she was ready to commit any crime so that she might gratify her hatred and win for herself some of the great advantages now possessed by her rival.

Love misplaced, and aft'ection slighted are sometimes pleaded as excuses for deeds of passionate revenge but, though the plea is a bad one, Grace Lilburne could not shield herself behind even that flimsy pretext.

It is true that she coveted the admiration and devotion of Roland Ayre but this was rather because it was given to Kate than because she set any very great store upon it for itself.

Indeed she was incapable of the strong, passionate, self-denying devotion that is a quality of even the most selfish love, and thus, though she would gladly enough have committed any crime to win her sister's lover, she would very readily accept a substitute if she failed.

Therefore, it was not solely on account of Roland Ayre that she now gave herself up heart and soul to work evil, but envy of Kate's beauty, of her wealth, and even of her virtues made this wicked creature determine upon her half-sister's destruction.

But how was it to be accomplished? It is easy to wish an enemy dead, and only a litue more difficult to some natures to resolve to make the wish a reality, if an opportunity to do so can be found: but it is not always easy to make the opportunity and to carry out the vile intention in such a manner that 110 suspicion shall attach itself to the perpetrator. "She shall die," hissed Grace, as she clenched her little hands till her nails dug themselves into the pink palms: "yes, she shall die this very night, even it I risk my own life by putting an end to hers. But how—how am I to do it?"

She bent her head in morbid anxious thought, and she wandered about the deserted passages and corridors of the ancient portion of the castle, as though she expected that the ghosts of some of her dead ancestors, who had been notorious for their evil deeds, would come to tell ber how to accomplish her murderous design.

In her restlessness she wandered up to the top chamber in the old tower, and listened to the howling of the wind and peered through the narrow window into the darkness beyond.

A river ran near the base of this tower—a deep silent -river, that would not readily betray her if she gave it a victim: but bow could Kate be consigned to the dark water in such a manner that help would not be forthcoming?

She mused on this scheme BO long that she at last bethought her of away in which to entrap Kate down to the

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Let us find a cooler room than this,: you must be quite tired of dancins?." "Oh no, I am not tired." she replied lightly, "though we will look for a cooler place if you like but how the wind is howling, and I really believe it 1$ 1 "It is." he replied, pressing her Afrit to his side as he felt she gave a fcttle shiver "but the snow is fall Ins? slowly, and I dare say it will last a loiiif time fortunately you have not to go out tonight.'" "Nor you either," she replied v.-ith, a smile. "I heard papasay that yon woind remain with us over to-morrow."

He made no reply, but led the. way to a small drawing-room which the sisters 1 used more than anyone in the hous:?.

It was deserted now, thou eh a br'mltl fire»burned in the grate, and Roland led the timid girl into the apartment, then paused, and looking earnestly into her deep dark eyes, he exclaimed passionately: "Kate, I love you. Look at me, dearest tell me, will you be my wife?"

She did look at him. The love written on his face was too earnest, too overpowering to be mistaken, or to admit of any coquetry on her part and she now answered as any village maiden would have done: "Yes, Roland."

There was a bough of mistletoe hanging above them, but they did not need this as an excuse for the long kiss of love in which their lips first met and Roland had led Kate closo to the tire-.

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DR E. C. WEST'S NEBVE AND RnAix TRR* MINT, a guaranteed specific for Hysteria, Dif neas. Convulsions. Fits, Nervous Neural# Headache, Nervous Pr oetmtion caused by the e. of alcohol or tobacco, Wakefulnees, Mental pression. Softening of the Brain resulting in sanity and leading to misery, tjecay tuul deet Vreniatisre Old Ago, Barrenness. J^oes of po* in either sex, Involuntary Losses and Spernkt--crrhcea caused byover-oxertion of tho brain, set afej'-sa or ovcr-indulgence. Each bos '•onta* We tneuih'B treatment. J1.00a box,\r for $5.00, sect by mail prepaid on roceipt of pri-

WE 6VARAIVTKE SIX BOX EH To cure any ease. With each order r*cor by. for sis boxes, accompanied with we seni the purchaser our written gosror..ee to fund the money if the troatinont d«t8 not cffiw fccure. Guarantee* issued only by

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C. F. ZnfMnufAK.Drucxia'. j* ole agent. Orner Thirteenth an*'-

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Wholesale Carriags l?aRdacturo% STATE and JJOth ST.. CHICAGO. IIX. IUiutier3 at low prices. Hewu-fiarggst buildeflt of flrst-claaa baubles in the world. The TimkeB Spring a specialty, tho only easy rirtints Bide bM: piade. We make every vari"tv cf one and tw* seated open and top baecios and carriages. No thing but the finest material used puttoxetberiE ibe best possible manner finished and trimmedtn prices to suit customers. Our facilities arc Boefe that it is impossible for anyone to compete witfe xtn aa our own oround for enuallv' ood work.

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Warranted ttbuoluftlif pur*. Cocoa, from which the excess if Oil has been removed. It has tl timet the ttrtngth cf Cocoa si! •oc with Starch, Arrowroot Su r-v and is therefore f/fDioro ecoat cal it 1» dclicioui, ir-vrish n:. strengthening, eaeily digested* fft admirably adapted for invalid« well aa for persons in healtlv

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