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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1883-

fGraceLilburn3's Secret.

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I TWO CHRISTMAS DAYS. »*.

I, ii Kate received a note purporting to come from Frank Fairfield, the son of hi her foster-mother, and whose road infatuation for her sister had banished him from the castle, Kate might perf| haps yield to the appeal and go out to meet him. and then undercover of the -3 dark night the rest would be easy. AJA But would Kate keep the appointment, ot would she not be more likely {'to hand the note to her father and ask ?him to deal with the imprudent writer? •v Here was the difficulty.

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Grace knew that she would herself be an easy dupe for such a plot, but Kate ,. was

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uncomfortably straightforward,

and had such a high appreciation of what was due to her own honor and dignity, that she might regard the most "^.impassioned appeal as an insult, and resent it accordingly.

And tlien again, Frank would not ^5! dare to ask Kate to meet him, and she would know this, and for this reason, if for no other, would not go to the rendezvous. I Ii "Next to Kate I detest him," Grace vmuttered vindictively "but there has been no love lost between us all our 'lives he was the terror of my childhood, and yet, for all that, I played him some 'clever tricks, and often got him punished when he would otherwise 'have es-

Scaped. Ah, that reminds me in this ./very tower is the secret well that he threatened to throw me into: it will answer iny present purpose if 1 can once

Kate to its edge. That will be a grand revenge indeed upon both of them/'

She laughed a low wicked laugh, and

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the wild wind, as though in sympathy, SBhrieked among the branches of the leafless trees that partially surrounded the mansion.

But Grace heeded not the sound si •'f had given up her whole mind to work evil, and the means by which to accom^pliBb her foul purpose were near at 'ti^nand. "I must ami will get her here this very night," she muttered "but how is *#«it to be done? Ah. I have it I'llpro..poeeagame of hide-and-seek, and it **y gh^ll go hard with me if I don't make

.Kate hide in a place where Roland Ay re jWill never find her. We'll have a nui'The Misletoe Bough.'

Tben she began to sing in a mocking

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"And younjr J,ovel cried £. *Oh whore do8t thou hxle? •_

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1 am lon««omo without tbeo, j, own dear bride.'

'7^* She finished the song, the sfnging of iKj# which seemed to give her much satis#MK?faction. though she had not a single •^listener, and when all her arrangements '5j)*ere made she went back to the ball l)Ut it was some time afterwards before the happy lovers rejoined the guests. "I wish you would try to put a little !spirit into the people, Kate." said Mr. UAfjLilburne to his eldest daughter as she t&^'and Roland reentered the hall "every'J.Sthing seems to flag, and the musicians jj^are half asleep." "Poor fellows, they are tired, and ^st^huDgry too, I have no doubt," here in-

J3r„terposed

Grace with more consideration

than she had ever shown before. "Let them go into the kitchen, papa, and ^^•join in the fun the servants are having —we can amuse ourselves." "But how?" asked Mr. Lilburne dubi..^ously. "We'll have some Christmas games.

We will get up some charades, or have 'forfeits, or play a game at hide-and-*'£|seck. That would be the best fun, ss'^wonldnH. it?" she added, appealing to

TioJaixd.

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"It would be a change," he replied .^^Indifferently. "and I dare say people Mj'Saare tired of dancing. Some are going

3fes, but we must have one romp bo-

*k,^arewe breakup. Let tho band get '-&? ,their supper, papa. and we will have a 7"^ame of hide-and-seek. When they come back we can dance Sir lioger de ^Vrverley, and then say good-night." ri "Very well assented licr father. ,3 So the tired musicians were token off to the servantaMiall to be feasted, and

SGrace, who seemed to have developed *an unusual amount of animation, declared they would have some prime fun.

Her excitement was infectious, and r-'"Several girls went off with her to hide, land they wore all found sooner or later, s« the boughs of mistletoe that were hung so profusely about the castle of-

JfeTed an excuse for kisses that would -JS

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have been ventured upon in the

F*^Wesence of a chaperon, let the excuse

toe ever so valid. Th:s romp had been going on for ^some little time, but Kate had taken no -part in it

There had been plenty of girls willdug enough to hide, and others eager to he so ha he ha a ^iaGrace at length would take no refusal. "Come, Kate," said her sister in a low disagreeable tone, "it seems as though you were too prudish to join us, and you needn't be afraid Roland is sure to find you. I?m sure you two have

Jbeen spooning there longenough for all Vv'ithe world to know what it means." *.'s, Kate made no reply, but she rose to ftier feet, gave one smiling glance to Bo.f^'land, then turned and followed her sis-•,-,^ter. "Where shall we hide?"she asked in^differently. U* '.v

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I know a splendid place," was

Uie reply "we will hide in the west **'j Hurret You shall have the little cham'^iber leading out of this room," she said, .throwing open a door at the top of the -^rTSBtairs, "and I'll shut myself up in the one above you." "But it is dark, and it is cold," ob-

j©cted Kate with a shiver, as they crossed the room towards the little turret ichamber which opened out of it. "Nonsense! you won't be here five minutes, and the corridor is lighted. Go in quickly I think I hear them coming."

So saying, she pushed her half-re-luctant sister through the narrow door, -then closed it upon her with a silent fspring. /... She did not go into the room above, -^however, but she stood pale and motion-'»4-'new, listening for the faintest cry.

None came and at length, unable bo the suspense anv lons»r. she cau-

ciou&iy rcvpetiea me auui, wiu t»iunounced her sister's name. No answer was returned, but a blast of cold dank air seemed to rash up from far below, and to strike to her yery heart with its icy breath.

Grace Lilburne was not surprised, though she had only been there once, many years ago. In her childhood she had been shown the chasm at her feet, and had been threatened by Frank Fairfield, the son of Kate's foster-mother, that if she listened at doors and told tales about him again, he would throw her down here, and she would never be heard of again.

The threat had been efficacious, and the horror of it lingered long ia her memory, and she remembered as though it had happened yesterday how terrified she had mien at seeing what looked like the solid floor glide noiselessly away when he touched a spring, leaving uncovered a dark and terrible chasm that seemed to have no bottom.

While Roland bad been telliiu? Kate he loved her, and after she had made up her mind to kill her sister, Grace had taken a lamp, and with no slight difficulty had pressed the long disused spring with sufficient force to make the false floor slide out of its place, revealing the foul dark chasm below, which haa once been such a source of terror to her childish imagination.

She had left the floor of the turretchamber open, though she had carefully closed the door—but now, when the murderous work was done, she dared not bring a light, neither dared she leave the place uncovered, and she felt cautiously about for the spring, and at some peril to herself, since she was working in the dark, she managed to find it, and the floor alowly moved back into its place with a grating noise, closing with a sharp snap.

Terrified lest she should be detected, and confident that the search had already begun, Grace almost flew to the room above, and there stood pale and well-nigh spell-bound with horror at the foul deea which she had so deliberately planned and so completely accomplished.

But she knew she must not give way to her fears, in the presence of other people, or she would soon betray herself, for an awful time of anxiety and dreud was still before her.

It was with an intense feeling of relief that she heard the door open and saw a man's form in the doorway, for the passages, as I have said, we're all dimly lighted, though small out-of-the-way rooms, like those in which the turret chambers were, were left in darkness. "Oli, I am glad you have found me," she said, coming forward "I seem to have been here such a long time, and I am so cold." "It was veiy foolish to hide in such a part of tho castle as this," said Roland severely. "Where is Kate?" "I don't know where Kate is," was the petulant retort "I suppose she was wiser than I and hid herseif where she could be more easily found but I shall go back to the others. I dare say Kate has already been found." "Probably she has," returned the anxious lover.

Then he walked back to the great hall by the side of Grace, but as they passed under alight he exclaimed in surprise, as he looked at his companion: "What have you done to your dress? The front of it is almost black."

Grace uttered a little cry of alarm, then recovering herself, she said: "How careless of me! I forgot the walls would be thick \yith dust, and I polled myself up to the window to see if it was still snowing. Excuse me a few minutes, I dare say my maid can wipe it off."

So saying, she hurriedly left liim. but no maid oould wipe off the mark from her white satin dress any more than the stain of the crime she had committed could be wiped from her false heart.

She covered over the spots on her dress with some flowers ana lace, which she hastily pinned in their places then she washed ner hands, ana went back to join her father's guests.

Many of these were gone, others were departing, and Roland Ayre's often-re-peated question: "Has Kate been found?" thougfi answered with a vague "I dont know," did not excite the interest or anxiety that it would have done at any other moment

When all the visitors who were not going to remain for the night had driven away, Mr. Lilburne's annoyance at the disappearance of his eldest daughter gave place to alarm, and he summoned the servants and organized a search throughout the castle.

But though they ransacked the mansion from garret to basement and examined every nook and corner, Kate Lilburne was not to be found.

Graee was questioned again and again, but she stuck to the story she had at first volunteered, and declared that Kate had parted with her before she ascended the staircase which led to the turret-chambers, in one of which she was herself found by Roland Ayre.

Can she have hidden away in some old oak chest?" suggested one romantic spinster doubtfully.

But Mr. Lilburne retorted disdaiufullv: We have no such old oak chests, nor any secret rooms in this house, madam all' that kind of thing was destroyed when the castle was rebuilt by my father." "It was not altogether rebuilt," suggested the old lady timidly. "No, but there was nothing mysterious about what was left," was the impatient reply. "The old baronial hall, rnd that part of tho original building nearest the river, were spared, and there is nothingmysterious about them. I used when a boy to wish that there was." 'Still. Rate must be somewhere," exclaimed Roland anxiously "she would never have gone out of the house on suoli a night as this, for the snow is falling heavily, and, wherever she is, 1 am convinced that she has met with foul play at the hands of some one."' •What can you mean?" demanded Mr. Lilburne. "Who is there who oould wish to injure my child? She never had an enemy in the world."

Roland Ayre shook his head, and his eyes unconsciously rested upon (4 race. "Do you think Kate has eloped?" she asked nervously. "Eloped! With whom should she elope? demanded Roland hotly- "only this evening she promised to oe my wife" "I—I didn't know," faltered Grace there was Frank Fairfield, whom papa had to send away from the neighborhood I thought he might have come back again, and ""Ana what?" demanded her father

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And persuaded Kate to go away with him,' was the seemingly reluctant answer. "Then never make such a suggestion again," thundered Mr. Lilburne "Kate had more consideration for herself and for me than to have taken such a step. Go to your own room. If you had not persisted in playing that ridiculous game, this misfortune could never have happened go to your room, I say."

The girl obeyed, and the other ladies of the party quickly followed her example. "Now what is to be done?" asked Roland blankly, when he and Mr. Lilburne with two gentlemen and three or four servants were left together. "I dont know," was the despairing reply "we will go through the house once more if you like, but I have very little hope of finding her before daylight. If something very serious had not happened to her she would have an* swered when we called her. I don't know what to do, I feel perfectly stunned and bewildered."

And he pressed his hand to hfe throbbing brow: the anxiety of the last hour seemed to have aged him many years. "You stay here and rest," said Roland "or go to bed if you think you can sleep, while I with some of the servants will search through the castle again."

And they did so. But this second search was as fruitless as the first had been, and all through that night the snow fell with a soft rustling sound, and when the pale grey mornipg dawned the cold misty light fell upon faces haggard and worn with anxiety, while outside the castle the ground was covered with snow to the depth of several inches.

When daylight came the father and lover searched every crevice in the great building once again and they called Kate by name, and entreated her to answer, but the only response was the echo of their own voices, and at length the two men utterly broke down under the gjief that overwhelmed them. r'

CHAPTER III.

What a state is guilt

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When everything alarms it.

Grief and dismay at the mysterious disappearance of Kat? Lilburne were not confined to her father and lover, for the servants were almost as much moved by the loss of the fair girl, as were the members of her own family.

After the first shock, however, it was strange to observe how people shook their heads and hinted vaguely that Miss Grace might know more about her sister's fate than she chose to tell.

Indeed, Grace never knew how closely she was watched at this time,. nor how keenly her every word and action was weighed and speculated upon.

But nothing could in this way be discovered her remorse and fear found vent in tears"and lamentations which were attributed to grief, and became so excessive that a doctor was called in to trv to calm her. ^Remembering the hints which Grace had thrown out about Frank Fairfield, Roland began to question her about the young man, and she answered readily enough until a sudden thought occurred to her, when in a moment she became pale and began to tremble. "What is the matter with you now?" he asked. "Nothing," she replied—"nothing it just came to my mind that Frank could uot have taken Kate away,' beohus#-last year he went to South America." "What is the young man?" questioned Roland. "A civil engineer." "Your father paid for his education, I sunposu?" "Yes iiis mother took care of Kate, and nursed her when her mother died, and she was always very fond of Mrs. Fairfield, and of Frank too." "Where does this Mrs. Fairfield live?" he next asked. "I don't know shs went away from here. I'erhaps she is gone to South America to her son. I am sorry now I suggested that Frank had taken Kate away, because I see it is impossible." "Why impossible? He may have returned." "Oh no not at all likely. Poor Kate! I wonder if she ever will be found."

She made matters worse now by her feverishly anxious endeavors to convince her companion that the young man could not nave had anything to do with Kate's disappearance, but her arguments on this point only confirmed Roland in his determination to find the young engineer.

When, however, he appealed to Mx. Lilburne for further particulars respecting Fairfield he received no encouragement to seek the young man. "He never harmed Kate," he said sadly, as he shook his head. "He would have given his life to spare her a moment's paiii. He is a noble young fellow, and when he gave me his word that he would never speak of love again to Kate I believed him, as 1 should believe you, Roland. He has kept his word, depend upon it. I would as soon doubt myself as doubt him." "And yet Kate must have met with foul play," said Roland gloomily. "Any mere accident would have been discovered before now."

But Mr. Lilburne shook his head as he replied: "I don't know. It's a mystery—an awful mystery. My poor child my poor child!"

A few days alter Christmas a thaw set in, and the river was dragged, and the castle and grounds were searched once more, but again in vain, and then Roland Ayre bade adieu to the sorrowful old man and his tearful daughter. 'You will come again soon, Roland, and tell us if you have discovered anything?" Grace had pleaded plaintively as he was going away.

But. he replied coldly: "I shall never enter Silverton Castle again, unless I bring Kate with nie. or come to meet her."

And turning to Mr. Lilburne, he added: "I shall take you at your word."

Heaven grant you may be able to do so," was the answer. Then they clasped hands and parted.

Grace questioned her father as to what Roland meant. But she received no satisfactory reply.

Days and weeks rolled on. The mystery was a mvstery still, and Grace pe-

§ansister

to talk of putting on mourning for tie who must be dead. When she spoke of it to her father, however, he sternly forbade anything of the kind to be done. "Why should you suppose Kate to be dead?" he demanded angrily. "I don't believe she is dead. I believe that she is alive, and that I shall see and clasp her in my arms before I die."

Grace trembled with fear. Kate alive! Kate iu her dungeon, bruised, bleedine.

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ana starvuri no. i^/fcuuiu now ue. jueatn must nave endia her sufferings ere now, and the dead girl could not come backtotelJ the piteous tale of treachery and cruelty of which she had been the victim.

Other people looked forward to the possibility of. Kate's return to her fathers house, and many were the speculationa as to what would happen if she did come back. But Grace quietly smiled at all such anticipations.

She knew that they would never be realised. She knew, past all doubting, that Kate was dead, and that therefore there was no "if" in the matter, and she secreUy but exultingly declared herself to be her father's sole heiress.

Hitherto Kate had been first, while she in all things had been second. Her father's property would at his death have been divided equally between his two daughters, but the title, as there were two of them, would naturally hove fallen in abeyance.

She sighed as she reqaembered she could not forthwith take possession of Kate's fortune, but one cannot get all one desires in this world, and she began to wonder how long it would be before her father's life would come to an end.

And throughout all this she looked so innocent, so pretty, and so child-like with her golden curls, her sweet blue ayes, and rosebud of a mouth, that it seemed impossible to suspect her of myth ing more serious than carelessness or folly.

So those who judged only by appearances pitied her because of the sadness of her lot, and others liked her none the less for the fact that she was now a great heiress.

Roland Ayre, true to his word, never came near Silverton Castle, and the Lilburnes received no message from him: but Victor Gayherd, a cousin of his, came frequently, and so also did Algernon Colebrook.

But Grace never felt quite at ease in the presence of the latter. Algernon would sit or stand, and calmly and steadfastly look at her as thougn she were a curious study and when on one occasion she was .rendered sufficiently irritable and uncomfortable to make her ask sharply what made him do so, he replied with a bow "My profound admiration."

But his admiration did not lead him to transgress in like manner again, and soon after this he ceased to call at Silverton Castle.

Victor came pretty frequently, however. He was handsome, light-nearted, and uncomfortably poor, and it was above all things necessary that he should find a rich wife.

He made no secret of his position, but treated all the accidents that befell him in life in a happy-go-lucky fashion, taking nothing very seriously or very much to heart

Personally he was very like his cousin, Roland, and in other respects was far too good for treacherous Grace Lilburne.

For a time Grace kept him from proposing, hoping that Roland would tire of his fruitless search, and would return to her, for she felt that he knew that she loved him.

But Roland never came nor showed the least sign of coming, no news of him reached the castle, and Grace philosophically came to the conclusion that she might as well take what she could get, since she could not obtain what she wanted.

So one day Victor Gayherd proposed and was accepted, and Grace sent him off to her father to obtain his consent

So far she was safe, and if she could get away for a time and forget her crime she thought that all would be well.

When Victor returned, however, the expression of his countenance quickly told her of the non-success of his mission. "I don't think your governor is quite right," the young man remarked as he took a seat by her side "he seems a litr tie bit touched," and he tapped his own forehead significantly. "Why, what did he say?" asked Grace breathlessly. "He said a good many things. He seems to believe that your sister is alive, though he has not seen her nor heard from her, and he says that until he has received proof of her death beyond all doubt, that he will only give you the portion you would have had before she was lost." "That is provoking, but it won't matter in the long run, returned Grace heartlessly "he can't live for ever, and then all he has must be mine." "Unless your sister is alive." replied Victor slowly. "Oh, she's dead safe enough." was the callous answer "you needn't trouble about her." "You speak as though you had seen her die," ne exclaimed with sudden suspicion. "Well, I didn't see her die," she retorted defiantly, as she contracted her brows and clenched her teeth: "but I haven't the least doubt she is dead. If she were not, do you think she would stay away from everything that can make life enjoyable? No, she is dead enough, and Silverton must one day be mine. But what, else did papa say? He did not refuse his consent to our marriage, did he?"

No but he refuses to allow it to take place until after next Christmas Day. and now it is June. Imagine our having six months to waitl" "Yes. and I hate Christmas." exclaimed Grace passionately. "Wewon't wait. Victor. If papa won't give iiis consent we will be married without it."

Victor Gayherd shrugged his shoulders and made a rueful race before he replied:

I admire your courage, GracP." and should applaud it, if it were not for the pitiful condition of my own finances, but your father has foreseen the possibility of our dispensing with his permission, and has told me that if we marry without it he will not give you one sixpence while he lives." "If my estates were not mortgaged for almosttheir value, or if you had a fortune from your mother, as your sister had, we might afford to do as we please, but now it is impossible."

Grace threw herself upon a couch, and wept, and declared that he didn't love her, and she sobbed and cried, and altogether made herself exceedingly ridiculous but Victor was not sufficiently infatuated to be imprudent, and as her father happened to come in just as this scene was at its height, Miss Grace was ordered off to her own room, and desired to remain there until she had regained her senses.

Then Mr. Lilburne talked quietly but kindly with the young man. and it was aarreed between them that, if iiotUin*

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When Miss Lilburne heard of the arrangement, and found that she oould not nave her own way, she resigned herself to the tyranny of circumstances with the best grace she could assume.

The rest of this terrible year must be lived out at Silverton Castle, for Mr. Lilburne, with the morbid expectation of his eldest daughter's return, would not goto London or Scotland, or to any of the places on the Continent that it was almost his yearly custom to visit.

Here at the castle he remained, and here, sorely against her will, Grace was obliged to stay with him.

As the days shortened, and the nights grew dark and chilly, and Christmas was again approaching, a horrible fascination seemed to draw her to the room under wiiich she had consigned her sister to so terrible a fate.

At last she could resist the feeling no longer, yet when she at length yielded to tne desire, she dared not move the .sliding floor and look down upon the body of her victim.

She had no earthly doubt that K&te lay there as she had fallen^ or, if not exactly in the same position, if she had not been actually killed by the fall, the guilty girl was equally sure that lier sister was lying dead at the bottom of that horrible pit.

But though she would have given half of all she might ever possess to look upon the face of her victim, she dared not remove the floor that hid the murdered girl from view, because she feared that as surely as she did so. she should be irresistibly impelled to cast herself down beside her.

As Christmas came nearer, howew, *nd the wedding was fixed fpr the succeeding day, Grace became rather wild and excited. ^Jince they must spend Christmas Day at Silverton Castle, they would be merry over it, she said, and as her marriage was to take place immediately afterwards, she invited a great number of guests to come to the castle for the Christmas festivities, and stay over the wedding-day. "We will forget last year if it is to be forgotten," she exclaimed to her lover almost hysterically, "and whatever we do we must keep papa cheerful. 1 Christmas Day on, now I do dread iiP

She broke aown, and began to sob and tremble as-she said this, and it was some tune before Victor could soothe her.

But when Christmas Day really dawned. Grace was calm and cheerful, and only those who knew her weli could detect the under-current of excitement which she suppressed with so supreme an effort. "To-morrow is my wedding-day,T! she kept whispering to herself, "and then I shall be free—free from the nameless terror that in this house always haunts me." "To-morrow! But what will even today bring forth?"

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1)k E. O. Wkst's Nkrtic and Brain Treatment, a guaranteed specific for Hysteria, £iapneas, (Convulsions, Fits, Nervous Neuralgia, Headache, Nervous Prostration caused by tho nse of alcohol or tobacco, Wakefulness, Mental Depression, Softening of the Brain resulting in insanity and leading* to misery, docny and death, Premature Old Age, Barrenness, Loks of power in either sex. Tnvoluntary I/oteMos anil 8i«*rtnat-orrha-acaused byover-exerlion of thabrain. selfabuse or over-indulgence.' Karti bo:-: contains one month's treatment.

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oeipt of price. Bop Plaster Company, Proprietors, Boston, Mass.

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Adress ••••Is ... C. V. ZiHMKi&ljLir.nrngKlst, :'i Wri Sole agent,

Corner Thirteenth and Main streets

Tbis iKjrotu piaster famous for its qukk and hearty actio* to curing Lame Back, 8dSllOB»

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Crick ia the Back, Side or Hip, Neuralgia, Stiff Joints tad Muscles, Sore Chest, Kidney Troubles and all palaa or aches either local nr deep-seated. Jt 800thee,Strengtkens and Stimulates the parts. The virtues of hops cos*' fclned with gums-clean and ready to apply. Superior tm tiiil mentS, lotions and aalrea. Price 25 cents or S far |LM. Sold by drug- ja m* 'gists and country MjL W WW g. MM. I itoresL Mailed on re-

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JUMttTT BUGGY COfAPAH

WholMalt Carriage Mac.urccforcrat KTATKand «Oth -ST.. CHIf.YC.O. IU. Retailors at low prio"a. Svojnl lnn-'«st buiMm of (irst-olass bugpius in t.h- world. 'Hie TbnkcB Spring a specialty, tiio o»!v chrv riilinir sUle hat made. Wo makn every vriri'tvof oi»« &n4 tw seated 01 »n and top lni«:.R's «i: 1 enrviagea. 'bine but the finest rnat^inl u&mt: mit t»Kethar it •he Iwst tiossible msorifr Jini-liMl ml truniasa prices to suit cnstom«TH. t)iir#H/ ifins:utoract chat it is impossible fm"anV(m* to ^mnpst#Witt taotiourowruijrouwllot OMtfivi:* jmI tvcii.

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BLOOD CURE

A SPEOtaO CUBE FOR ALL DISEASE* O# THE BLOOO, LIVER, STOMACH, BOWELS AN* KIDNEYS. FOR ALL DI8EASES ORIGINATING IN IMPAIRMENT OF THE BLOOO. AS AHMMIA, 8IOK HEADACHE, NERVOUSNESS. FEMALE WEAKNE88ES. UVER OOMPLAIN£ DY8PCP8IA, JAUND1CT biLIOUSNESS. KIDNEY DISEASE8, THiS MEDICINE IS A I ITIVE CURE. THIS MEDiCiriE 16 AB8OLUTELT VEGETABLE. IT RESTORES THE BLOOO TO A HEALTHY CONDITION, REQULATIN* EXOESSES AND SUPPLYING DEFIOIENOIES. AND FREVENT8 DI8EA8E. DiREOTlONSIM TEN LANGUAGES ACCOMPANY EVERY BOTTLE.

PAPIU.ON MFO. CO., OHICAOOJ