"Health All Gone
Unequal to Family DutiesuNo
Appetite
Hood's Sarsaparma cave Strength
and courage to Work.
“Iwas in such condition I could not walk
even about the house to attend to house-
hold duties and
care for my chil-
dren and family. I
did not have the
strengthot a child.
I was treated by
several physicians,
who pronounced
my trouble Scrol-
ula and Female
Weakness. I could
eat only a slice of
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1-, ,- .' {f .44 cup of tea, three
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' ' ' times Icould stand
”1.63%? n a soft boiled egg
for dinner. I became reduced to skin and
bones; at last they had to draw me
about the house seated in a rocking chair.
I was in a terrible state when my husband,
having noticed advertisements of Hood’s
H God’s Sarga-
m Farm“
upon_me to give it
one bottle I received sufficient benefit to
know that I had at last found the right
medicine. I have now taken several bot-
tles and am able to
Attend My Housework.
In fact, I am on my feet about all day, and
can go up stairs easily. I cannot say
enough in praise of H00 ’s Sarsa arilla. '
Mas. JOHN EASE, Box 92, Oran, . Y.
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' DIRECTORS :
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H. E. DANN.
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EDWIN 0. KEELER President. .
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L. C. REEN. Cashier
DIRECTORS .
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luvm H. MILLER, A. J. MEEKER,
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SOME DAY.
Some day, dear heart, it may be far or near,
Perhaps at bright’ning morn or dark’mng
' night, .
Some calling voice will faintly catch my
ear ’
And rouse within a. strangely dread de-
light.
And friends will ask, perchance, with quiv-
ering lips,
As they may hear, at times, a stified
moan,
And I shall long for touch of finger tips,
Some loving hand to warmly clasp my
own. - ,
Perhaps in my distress you’ll not be near,
The snows may lie above you, cold and
white;
The voice I love so much I may not hear,
Unless in spirit whispers through the
night.
Death never comes for naught, and I shall
die— .
Some day it will be so—i‘t comes to all:
And will you, list'ning, hear my faintest
cry, ,
Returning answer to my feeblest call?
Another’s hand may gently stroke my hair,
And close my eyes and watch while life
endures: ,
But, Oh! my soul shall wander everywhere,
With ceaseless, longing cry in search of
yours! .
Then if the first you go the way alone,
Will you not waiting, list'ning ever be?
And when you hear the old, familiar tone,
Along with Heaven's morning, come to
me? -
—E. W. Dutcher, in Banner of Gold.
A WHITNEY GIRL.
BY KATHERINE BATES.
“After all, she looks best in Nun’s
hat.”
“No, she doesn’t. Nun‘s needs a little
more loose hair around her face; as
long as hers won’t curl, she had better
wear Peg’s broad one that sets well
down on her head.”
The girl who stood before the glass
trying on her sisters’ hats turned iin-
patiently. “Good gracious!” she said.
“What earthly difference does it make
just how I do look? If only you girls:
could make up your minds that. I am
real diown homely, life would be a good
deal simpler for us all. Every time I am
asked anywhere we go through all this,
and no one cares two pins how one of
the Whitney girls looks!”
The four older sist‘ers looked very un—
comfortable. “Don’t talk like than
Jennie,” Peg, the oldest. said, at last.
“Well, it is true,” Jennie answered.
“You never had the sort of times other
girls have, did you? I know Nan and
1 never had any attention showvn us
from the time we were chosen last to
play games at school up to now, when
we are only asked to moonlight pic-
nics and surprise parties by the boy
who makes up his mind to go too late
to get any other girl. I suppose it was
the same way with you, and Liza and
Sue.”
The five women stood and looked
at. each other. They were all tall and
painfully thin, with prominent check
bones and sunken eyes. Their mother
had died of consumption, and it was
confidently expected in the neighbor-
hood that the girls would eventually
“go off” as she had gone. Jennie was
less pale and thin than the others; her
eyes, though deepset, were blue, not
gray, and her hair had a slightly red-
dish shade to it, which made her look
more positively alive than her sisters.
They had thought her pretty, bad rev-
eled in the belief that she was popular.
had rejoiced that she seemed gay and
happy. Liza had once called Peg’s at-
tention to the merriment of her laugh.
“I declare," she had said, “she laughs
right out just the way I have always
want-ed to all my life, only there never
was any reason big enough to justify
it. I am glad she and Nan don’t have
to scrimp quite as we did." Jennie had
never before spoken as to-day, and now
was heartily ashamed of herself.
“I don’t know what made me say
all that,“ she said, apologetically, look-
ing at the pained faces. “Of course
I am glad to be a. Whitney, and we have
plenty of good times if we are poor and
plain.”
“Yes,” said Liza, “and the Whitneys
have always been respected in the
church here. Grandpa and pa were
both respected highly, and each was
superintendent of Sunday school five
years, you know.”
“Yes, of course they were,” said J en-
nie. “Tremendously respected—so it-
does not much matter that we girls
aren’t—well, what the Springer girls
are.”
“Thank heavens!” said Liza, “we
aren’t as foolish in our talk as they
are.”
Jennie wore her own hat when,,she
went that afternoon with Jim Russell
to the basket picnic over by the river.
She put on the freshly—ironed linen
la.wn that had been Nan’s the summer
before, pinning it at the neck with
l-‘eg’s pin which had Grandma Whit-
ney’s hair in it.
“Clothes look just like me,” she mut-
tcred to herself, “and like Peg and Sue
and Nan and Liza.”
It was a. long drive to the bluffs.
Usually when Jennie went to picnics
with one of the boys she made an ef-
fort to be “sprightly;” today the un-
wonted bitter streak had mastery of
herand she sat in almost utter solence.
even when other buggies passed them
with gayly laughing Springer or Brown
girls in them.
“He might have asked one of them
if he’d wanted a lively time,” she
thought; and then remembered that
he probably had, and had then asked
her to show some one was glad to go
with him.
Jim, too, was very quiet. He drove
carefully over the deep ruts in the road,
his whole attention apparently cen-
tered on doing as little injury as possi-
ble to the springs of his buggy. As
they came near the end Of the six-mile
drive he suddenly turned to her.
“Jennie,” he said, “I have always
liked you first rate, as you know. Do
you suppose you could ever love me
enough to marry me?” '
She stared at him, dumfounded.
Wes one of the Whitney girls having a.
proposal! Another feeling succeeded
MA
the surprise and she .IOoked away
quickly, while the color rushed to her
pale cheeks. Before she- had time to
speak'they turned a. corner and found
themselves surrounded by the pic
nickers. ,
“Come along,” called Bess Springer.
“You are the very last. Hurry up and
tie your horse, and let’s climb the bluffs
before supper—time.” '
The sisters were waiting to talk it
all over with J enniewhen she got home.
After her speeches of the morning
they hesitated about questioning her,
but she sat down by the kitchen table
where Peg was finishing the ironing
and told all about it. '
“Yes, a very good supper. We spread
it on the grass beneath the big elm
tree. The only trouble was that there
were too many black ants. We had
lots of good cake and fried chicken.
Mrs. Woods‘ lemon pies and your cock-
ies, Sue, were the best things.” She
did not tell that when the cookies were
passed, after several rich cakes, Bess
Springer had exclaimed: “Cookies!
Oh, yes, from the Whitneys!”
“Was the river pretty?” asked Nan;
she had never been to a bluff picnic.
“Oh, yes, real pretty, and everybody
enjoyed climbing the bluffs.- The
Brown girls were afraid they were go-
ing to fall, and made lots of fun.” Shc
rose,went to the shelf where the bucket
of water stood, and drank little sips
aimlessly from the tin cup.
“Hurry and get your drink and,tell
us what happened besides supper and
climbing the bluffs,” said Nan, impa-
tiently.
Jennie turned and faced the sisters.
“On the way over,” she said, quietly,
“Jim said he loved — liked me, and
wanted me to marry him.”
Peg dropped her iron. They all
gazed silently at. Jennie. Through
Peg’s mind passed a vision of Jennie in
ll two-story home of her own on the
next farm, a nice parlor with tidies on
every chair—tidies made by Jennie’s
sisters—sweet little children about the
place, always clamoring to go over and
see their aunties. Her thoughts trav-
eled so rapidly that before the silence
was broken one of these children had
grown into a. very pretty girl, who
stopped on her way home from picnics
,to tell her dear old aunts what a lovely
time she had. They knew she had
been the belle of the picnic, though she
was much too sweet to mention the
fact. Liza’s voice dispelled the vision.
Liza was always the first to speak.
“You dear girl,” she said, “I just
know you will be real happy. Jim was
always a. good boy.” '
“I am not going to marry him,” said
Jennie.
“Jennie! why not?”
the question together.
Jennie hesitated. “Well,” she said,
“I am not set on it; and I suppose'I am
liable to have consumption some day.
and perhaps I ought not to get mar~
ried.”
“That’s silly,” said Sue. “Because
mother had it is no sign you will. You
have never had any cough to speak of.”
The others began their protests, but
she interrupted them.
“Consumption hasn’t got anything
to do with it,” she said. “I wanted to
think it over—proposals being sort of
new to me, you know—so I went ofi by
myself down by the spring under the
bank for a- minute or so after supper.
L’ess Springer and Tom Johnson were
there, and I heard Bess telling how Jim
proposed to Sally last night and was
awfully cut up because she would not
have him. So it was not much of an
offer after all, you see. Good-night,
girls.”
As she turned to leave the kitchen
she stopped for a. second by the iron-
ing board and laid her hand on Peg’s
shoulder. “Peggy,” she said, tenderly,
with her voice trembling a. little,
“there certainly never was as good a
man in all Missouri as pa—unless it was
grandpa.”—Midland Monthly.
A FU N NY BATTLE.
One Woman Against a Company or
Trained Soldiers.
M. Paul Deroulede, a French poet
who has recently achieved success, was
captain of a company in the service of
the Versailles government of national
defense, in 1871. At one time he had to
lead his company against a street bar-
ricade in Paris, raised by communists.
Some signs of resistance had been
observed behind. As Derouledc
marched his men on, a woman sprang
to the top of the barricade, aimed a
Chassepot rifle at the leader, and fired.
The soldiers ducked their heads, but
no one was hit. They marched on.
lleroulede in advance. He smiled, eying
calmly the woman, who levelled her
gun at him and fired again. Once more
no one was hit. On went the soldiers
steadily, their captain smiling, the
woman on the barricade continuing to
charge her piece and to fire each time
as nearly as she could at Derouledc.
Presently, however, the soldiers were
on the barricade. The woman threw
away her gun and stood with folded
arms. She was one of the petroleuses—
the famous fighting women of the com—
mune. Dcroulede looked behind the
barricade to see who else was defending
it. N 0 one was there; the woman was
alone.
Then the captain took Off his cap,
bowed low to the woman, and said very
politely: “Mada-me, I regret exceed-
ingly that I am unable to congratulate
you; but really. in view of your marks-
manship, I cannot!”—‘Youth's Com-
panion.
The four asked
Watch Monopoly in Switzerland.
Switzerland proposes to have a
state match monopoly. The monopoly
is not for profit, but is merely the pre-
text for the total suppression of the
manufacture of phosphorous matches,
an industry which means painful dis-
ease and an untimely death to the poor
work people engaged in it. The hor-
rors of the phosphorus disease are as
revolting as those of leprosy—Chica-
go Chronicle.
—Wl1enever blue occurs in the iris
it is generally the predominant color.
' tail.
ACCIDENTS'TO BIRDS.
Singular Misfortunes Which Be~
fall the Little Creatures.
A Heron Choked by a Fish That Was
Too Large to Swallow—A Bird Hung
by a Hair in a Colt’s
Tail.
Many strange accidents have oc-
curred to birds while feeding. An Irish
naturalist once observed a dunlin be-
having very curiously on the seashore.
The bird rose in the air and flew for a
short distance, then alighted and shook
its head violently in a vain endeavor to
detach a round lump observable upon
its bill. The encumbrance proved to
be a cockle which the dunlin had found
open, and, in innocently attempting to
negotiate, had been trapped by it. This
kind of bivalve accomplishment no less
than an authority than Mr. Tegemier
declares to be not at all uncommon on
our shores. A Whitstable cockle recent-
1 y bore testimony to the veteran
naturalist’s assertion by capturing a
green linnet by one of its toes.
A poor little chafiinch was found dead
in the neighborhood of Epsom a short
time ago with its lower mandible firmly .
imbeded in the shell of a. beechnut
that had become so inextricably fixed
that the bird had died Of starvation.
A hen pheasant was not long since ob-
served by a sportsman flying round and
round in the most unaccountable fash—
ion, and on being shot was discovered
to have a large oak leaf impaled upon its
beak so as to completely Obscure its
vision.
Herons sometimes choke themselves
by attempting to swallow large trout,
how large may be judged to some ex—
tent from the fact that I recently dis-
sected a. bird of this species in whose
mmv was a large water rat in a perfect
state of preservation. An cider duck
has been killed through attempting to
swallow a toad, and o bullhead or “mill-
er's-thumb” has proved too much for a
water rail, 3. little grebe, and a. king-
fisher. A member of the last named
species was discovered a season or two
back in a Cambridgeshire ditch by some
sportsmen unable to fly except for a
short distance, and upon being caught
and examined it was found that the
bird had a. young pike protruding from
its gullet. As soon as thefish, which
measured no less than 4% inches, was
removed, the kingfisher flew away ap—
parently none the worse for its experi-
ence.
Birds that employhair in the building
of their nests sometimes come to grief
by hanging, but I should say very sel-
dom indeed in the following manner.
A gentleman who had a number of colts
upon his form one day noticed 'a-small
bird entangled in the long hair of the
tail of one of them. The little creature
had evidently been in search of material
wherewith to line its nest, and by some
unaccountable accident had become en—
snared in the unkempt hair of the colt’s
Cases of birds getting their feet
entangled in bits of yarn or string are
a:
THE EvEN'iNG' mesmm. ~ _
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not uncommon, especially in the breed-
ing season, and whenever the victim of
this kind of mishap happens to get the
impediment fastened in a, tree or among
stones, death is pretty sure to be the re« _
sult unless prompt human aid is forth~
coming. In the spring of the year, as
everybody knows, the dead leaves of
pampas grass fall to the ground and
curl up likethe shavings from a car-
penter’s bench. A Field correspondent
mentions finding a poor robin which
had accidentally got one Of these pieces
coiled around its neck so tightly that
it was unable to feed, and died of starva-
tion.
Booth describes an very peculiar ac-
cident to a. kingfisher, thus: “While
snipe shooting one winter round Hick-
ling Broad, in Norfolk, I noticed some
small object splashing in the water at
the side of the dike, and on proceeding
to the spot I discovered an unfortunate
kingfisher that had come to grief in a.
rather singular manner. The bird had
evidently at some former time been
struck by a. shot which had passed
through the upper mandible. This
wound was quite healed up, buta small
piece of the horny substance of the beak
had been splintered, and into the crack
produced by the fracture two or three
of the fine fibres which form part of the
flowers or seeds of the reed were so
firmly fixed that the bird was held fast.
It must have been flyingup the dike
and brushing too closely to the reeds
that grow on the banks, to have been
caught in the manner described.”—
Cornhill Magazine.
The Haughty English Butler.
Servants are no longer members of
the family. They are professionals, (10'
tached from personal ties, and with no
more feeling of love or gratitude than
has the cabman for his fare, Whom he
drives with skill, for which he is paid
according to the tariff nailed inside his
cab. Their pride is in their profession,
and personal affection does not enter
into the account. Their own pleasure,
their own advantage, does. The butler
has his stated hours of relaxation and
his rigid rules, self-made, of restriction.
He will not do this and he will not do
that, and wild horses could not make
him budge an inch out of his own line.
Per contra, the service he will not
render to his master he demands from
the footmen and page boys for himself,
and the discipline he so loftily rejects
he as vigorously enforces. He is em-
phatically the master—his own, his fel-
‘low servants’, his lady’s, whom he ca—
jOlcs or overawes; his nominal master’s,
whom he takes care to keep in good hu-
mor by personal attentions conducive
to comfort. Elsewise he acts acgording
to his own will, ,and he is the male
tyrant of the establishment—National
Review.
Obeying Orders.
“Great Scott! ” howled the boss, “does
it take you four hours to carry a mes-
sage threg squares and return?”
“W’y,” said the new office boy, “you
told me to see how long it would take
me to go there and back, and 1 done it.”
—Indianapolis Journal.
Molded Granose Dessert.
Flavor a pint of milk by steeping
three or four tablespoonfuls of desic-
cated cocoanut in it for 20 minutes.
'(The milk must not be allowed to boil.) .
If the milk has evaporated, add enough
more to make a full pint. Add a table-
spoonful of sugar and two well-beaten
eggs; cook until the custard is set, in
a double boiler or a. bowl placed in a,
dish of hot water. Add a sufficient
quantity of dry granose to make the
whole quite thick, and mold in cups.
No dressing is required—Good Health.
Never Saw Himself Before. ' " ..
The London Globe relates a story of
an old Ha’mpshire peasant farmer who
came to town to buy a hat, and was re-
quested to look in the glass to see if
the hat suited his taste. The customer
stood before the glass as though fas-
cinated by his reflected image. Pres-
ently he slowly inquired: “Wull—is
—that—'me ?”
nor,” was the shopman’s reply. “Why,
don’t you know yourself?” “I be 60
years old,” said the ancient, after are
other pause, “and I dunno as ever I see
my face afore!” And when, his pur-
chase completed, he turned to depart,
he walked up to the looking-glass
again, saying: “I’ll take just‘one more
look at mesel’, for I dunno as ever I:
shall ha’ the chance again.”
TVhite and Red.
A white object of any size may be
seen in sunlight at a. distance of 17,250
times its diameter; that is to say, if.
it is a white ball a. foot in diameter
it can be perceived at a distance of
17,250 feet. A red object is not nearly
so visible at a distance as one of white.
A red globe a foot in diameter can be
perceived clearly only at a distance of
8,000 feet, and a blue globe a little
further.
Makes the Rim Only.
A company producing only one form
of one part of a bicycle, the jointless
rim, covers two acres of ground with
its works at Birmingham, England.
A POINTER...
Is your plate glass or' safe insured?
If not, call on me and
I will write you a policy in the Mutual Plate Glass and Sale [n sur
ance Company. Glass will break and burglars use dynamite.
In Case of Fire
You, should be insured.
A policy in the Reliance OI Philadelp
Phoenix ,of Hartford; .ScOtlandUnion of Scotland; New Hampshire 0
Manchester; Rochester German of Rochester; United States, and Pacific
of New York; Security of New Hampshire or Granite State of Ports_
mouth will protect you against the fire fiend.
_W. is. _ grandson. '
Real Estate and General * Insurance,
ROOM 1, GAZETTE BUILDING
LOANS NEGOTIATED AND INVESTMENTS M‘ADE.
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