' ti 8:30- sv I _ 't o t n g If there is one thing more than another which gratifies us, it is the great volume of hearty thanks which come from grateful paients for the cures I-blood’s Sar'sapa1illa has effected upon their children. The ageny‘of despair turns to unspeakable joy as mothcis and fathers see dreadful sores and eiuptions gradually 3ield to the potent purifying power of this great medicine, and blight bo3s and giils given perfect health. Read this: “When my baby was four weeks old, scrofulous eczema broke out on his body. He became literally covered with Sores When six months old the_ breaking out healed on his body, but his head, face and arms were a terrible sight. I passed many sleepless nights holding his little hands to keep him from scratching his face. I cannot tell what he suffered with the sores. One doctor attended him a year without avail. No one thought he would ever get well. He was almost a year old when I commenced to give him Hood’s Sarsapa— .rilla. He soon grew so much better that I was able to rest at night. Gradually the sores on his head and arms healed, the burning and itching ceased, and he slept better. In 2 months he looked like an- other child, gained strength, was cured. I recommend all persons afflicted with eczema or any skin disease to take Hood’s Sarsaparilla. I feel assured that it will do wonders for others. I cannot praise it too highly for vwhat it has done for my poor little sufferer. It is hard to believe he is the same child, he is now such a tug, hearty, fat boy, a very picture of rtealth.1f more pee ple w ould give Hood’s Sarsaparilla to their children, there would I not be so many poor, delicate little ones.” 111115. AGNES C. BAILEY, Box 91, McVey- t 1':11n Pennsylvania. This and other similar cures prove that oods Sarsaparilla Is the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists. $1. Be sure to get Hood's and only Hood’s. It is prepared only by C. I. 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Weed’s Dru 1 Store. 3% W111. Street. With telephone connection un- G E LOUKWOOD. LOOKING UNDER THE BED. VI e were a large family of boys and girls, now all married and scattered at various distances from the early home and aged parents, w ith the exception of two—a bachelor brother and a widowed sister. I was the eldest girl and had 'married and settled nbt 40 miles from home. But as I was something of an invalid, and the journey between my place of residence and my old home was broken by more than one. change of railroad and a disagreeable wait of over two hours at a little wayside station, I did not often take advantage of the nearness of my people. One night. in the fall of 1886, Iawoke from an unpleasant dieam about my father and next morning at breakfast- astonished my husband by declaring that I 11 as going home to see my pa- rents. My husband made no objection to this move on my part, except regret- ting that he could not accompany me. I was driven to the station and in due time arrived in the town of Middleton, the little place where I was born. It was a typical New England town, with its pretty, quaint, box-like houses , with their green—painted blinds, the narr. row village streets well shaded with noble elms and maples, the latter now looking like enormous bouquets in their gaudy autumnal coloring. I found my father quite well and in the best of spirits, but several other members of the family had, like. myself, been taken with a desire to visit- the old folks, for I found that nearly all my brothers and sisters, with their respec- tive families, were there before mc,'so that the old place looked quite like former days. While mother and Sister Kate were evidently very much pleased with the idea of having a kind of an unexpected family gathering, I could see that they were not a little perplexed as to how they were going to provide sleeping qu alters for so many. My advent did not help in the least, as I 11 as enough of an invalid to be. a very poor sleeper and '1 bad night was the forerunner of a 48— hours’ headache, a headache that had so far bafiled medical skill. Where to put me, therefore, in order that I might be quiet enough to obtain sufficient sleep not to spoil my visit, was the ques— tion which troubled my mother and Kate. lowevcr, my bachelor brother was the one who settled the matter by saying that I could have his room. and that he could "bunk,” as he termed it, elsewhere. Kat was the postmaster—had held the position through several ad- ministrations—and was a person of note in the place. I-Iis room was an ex- tension built 011 to the side wing of the house and as remote as possible, in or— der that his comings and goings should not disturb mother, who was a light sleeper. .- - Mother and Kate 11 ere alike rclie1ed by this arrangement. and I rejoiced in having a room where no household noise could possibly disturb my slumbers. \Ve were a jolly crowd when we got together. I had forgotten my bad dream and was, in my quict way, as merry as the rest. The fun and frolic continued until quite. late. It was al- most midnight whcn Sister Kate es- corted Inc to my room. and. after seeing that everything was provided for my comfort, retired, 1cm 1110' me to m1'o11 n de1ices to pass the time until I fell asleep. ' After Kate left Incl looked about the apartment. It 11.15 to me the only strange room in the house where I was born. I also fct loin-1y, as I was not‘ accustomed to room alone, and coming from the brightly-lightczl sitting-room into the dimmer one may have brought about 11 strange feeling which oppressed 111e, hough Iwasnotncrvousart-all. ‘ The room itself was 110t11t.tractivc. It was an oblong. apartment, not. very high, with a. door leading into the grounds, as well as the one connecting with the house, and these doors were :11 least 15 feet apart. The furniture 11.1 not 1cm" writable. L'\cept that it 11 as de— cidedly old- fashioned. 'lhe bedstead was a high four-poster. It’stood with its side close to the outer wall of the room, and at the foot of it was an iron safe. It was a comfortable bed, though. however uninviting its position, and ] felt weary enough to sleep even in a strange place, so retired after paying due attention to the fastenings of the outer door, which I found of massive make and in good order, and, strange to say, I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow and slept soundly for some time. How long the duration of that sleep was I never knew. I awoke with a start from the self-same dream which I had the preceding 11 fight, and amid what appeared to be a babel of voices, one of which I heard say distinctly: “Not now until the 15th.” There had been something strange about the dream of the preceding night. While it left the impression of undue unpleasantness and I knew that it con- cerned my father, I could not recall a single incident of it. 13111 new I could remember that there was in it some ref- erence to the 5th, and that was all, although I had evidently dreamed it the second time. When I had fully re- covered my waking senses I sat up and tried to pierce the intense darkness of the room. The voices had undoubtedly been dream voices, for no one was in the room. Yet the words had made such an impression on me that they had apparently fastened themselves in my brain, for “Not now until the 15th” seemed to shine as if branded in fire on the deep gloom of my chamber. The day before had been the 5th of the month; ten days off was the .15thl What was to occur upon that date? There is no need for one to say that that night was full of horrors. Every form of trouble and disaster paraded before. my mental vision, until the darkness through which my eager eyes could not pierce began to grow ape palling to me, and the silence which had succeeded to my disturbed dream was so Oppressive that it seemed to me THE EVLNIN at that moment I would have Welcomed any sound, however disagreeable. ' I had sunk back upon my pillow, after my first uneasy start, and now raised myself once more to asitting po- sition, resolved to get out of bed and procure a light to dissolve my fancies, when a. sound fell upon my strained sense of hearing, at first astonishing me, later filling me with alarm and finally entire-1y removing from me. any desire to get out of bed, for the present, at least. This sound was the rhythmical breathing of a man, who was evidently sunk in the profoundest slumber. To listen to the sound_of snoring is not pleasant at any time, but to hear the 11- holescale run up and down the gamut- of sound from under 'one’s bed is ap— palling. As soon as I had located the sound it robbed me of the last remnant of courage, while my late ghostly fancies gave way at once to fears. ’ Could I have indeed heard voices out— side my dream? Was there a. plot to rob my brother, who, as postmaster, had about this date considerable cash on hand from the-money order business. Middleton being a. factory town, and numbers of non-residents working there in the busy season and sending home their earnings to family and friends? What was I to do? How was I to act under the circumstances? I can never describe the agony of terror which I endured as I lay there, listening, hardly daring to breathe myself, to hose unmusical sounds. When the first faint peep of day came creeping through the shutter slats I began to form my plan of reaching the door. As the bed was against the wall I had, of course, only one side to choose from in getting out. But. I thought 1171 could work my way toward the foot, I should have at least a. gain of a. few feet nearer the inside door in my fa1'or., Slowly and painfully I worked my way through the bulging feathers, rejoicing that 110 modern bedstead upheld me, for not the fainest creak did the frame upon .w'hioh I rested emit as I pursued my .plan of retreat. I had almost reached the foot of the bed when the sounds beneath me suddenly stopped. In mortal terror now of the conse- quences I became desperate, and gave one headlong plunge forward toward the door, at the. same time uttering a piercing shriek. Then I fainted. JVhen I came to myself my head was very wet and I was stiff all over. I heard voices, two of which Irecognized as those of Nat and Kate. There was also a third voice, which I soon made out to be the doctor’s. I was not very par- tial to medical men, perhaps, because I had see-11 so many of them. I heard Nat say: “It 11 as a great wonder that he did not attack her Lefore. I suppose he must ha1c stolen in 11 hen I went there to get my things in the evening.” “It. was a mercy that you came, Nat,” said Kate. The doctor added: “She is coming to. You must keep her quiet and try gradually to find out what led up to the attack. I will call later. ” Soon I opened in y eyes to find m3 self upon a. couch in the sitting-room and Kat‘s serious face bending over mine. “Did you catch .him ?” I asked. “Catch who, Fan, dear?” inquired Nat, with a puzzled expression. “Why, the burglar, to be sure.” “There was no burglar to catch.” “Well, that is calm, to say the least," I remarked, sarcastic-ally, rising to a sit-ting position and putting both hands to my drenched head. “After the ter- rible night that I have put. in, why did you let the wretch escape ‘2” f‘It was not a burglar, Fan." “If he was not a. burglar. pray what was he, and why was he secret-ed under the bed? I only wonder that he did not kill me outright, though I am sure I could not. have suffered more if he had. First frightening the life nearly out. of me by his snoring and the): actually bouncing upon me at the last when I tried to call assistance. And after all this you calmly tell me there was no burglar! You will tell me. 1111: that there was no man!” I exclaimed s.11arrelv “Neither was there any man, Fanny, dear,” said my brother. with a dawn- ing- smile. “Your burglar was a bur— glar-catcher—-my good In astiff, “'atch." “What!” I exclaimed, “have Lendurcd all the terror of the past dreadful night because of an old dog ‘2” “Certainly, because of a dog, my dear Fan, though not by any manner of means an old one. Watch is possibly two years old at the utmost. I am aw- fully sorry, Fan, that you, with your poor health, should have been disturbed. Others have complained of his ability in the snoring line. I, myself, never hear him. But I am so thankful that he did not injure you that I have no room for grief over your discomfort, for, remember, you were a stranger to him. He was standing over you in a very threatening attitude when Kate found you. Fortunately, I came in just then, as I was restless and could not sleep. But I learned something, my dear sister, of which I was before doubt: ful, and that is that there is one woman who does not. examine under her bed before retiring.” This last- was said with a laugh, in which Kate joined as soon as she saw me sitting up. “No, but .3'ou better believe that I will after this,” I made answer, as I fel back on the couch. , I was not seriously hurt, by my fall, though I had cut my head a little. I caught a bad cold from the drenching the old doctor administered to bring me around. I did not hear the last of the burglar during the remainder of my visit, nor, indeed, for many along day afterward. Not-hing happened to my dear father on the 15th, 1101' up to this day. But out of that night of terror grew the habit in which so many of my sex indulge of looking under, the bed. My husband says that if I slept upon a . single “mattress on the floor I would raise the edge to look under to see if a burgldr was flattened out beneath.—— I Phil lad elphia Times w; 1. G" G A GREAT INVENTION. He Thought 11: Got Smoke Out of Whisky. Pat's employer is fond of things of an oriental nature. His library is fit- ted up with Turkish divans and rugs, the 11- alls are deem ated with all sorts of curious weapons of the east, and in every w ay the room suggests the loung- ing place of an oriental potentate. The latest acquisition to this interesting room is a narghileh, which the propri- etor smokes With evident enjoyment on frequent occasions. Pat recently found it necessary to en~ ter the room on some business connect- ed with the tii'eplace,.and for the first. time in his life his VlSlOIl took in. the graceful glass jar half filled with water, and the long, slender tubing upon which his employer was contentedly pufling. Patstopped short On his way across the room, and gazed as if awe-stricken by the sight. “What's the matter, Pat?” asked his master, with an amused smile. “Nothin’, sor," replied the Celt. "Oi wuz only sorphrized a bit at seein’ thot new pipe yez hov." “What is there surprising about it?” he was asked. “Ut‘s a great invention, sor,”returned Pat, with a shake of his head. “I knew Scotch w hishky had shmoke in ut, but 01 didn' t know yez could git at out.”— Harper 3 Magazine. :1 . POOR LO NONE -TOO HONEST. How He Fooled a Post Trader-111 Arizona 3 Number of Years Ago. The North American Indian may not be readily susceptible to the influences of civilization, but it frequently hap- pens that in business transactions he is more than a match for his highly- civilized white brother. Honesty is not always Lo’s “long suit” in Such trans- actions, as a story told by the Tucson (A. T.) Citizen of Isaac D. Smith, a post trader on the Gila river 25 years ago, illustrates. It was the business of the post trader to purchase the grain crops of the Indians, giving in exchange such merchandise as they fancied. One year the natives had been blessed with an un- usually abundant crop. At a short dis— tance from the store was a large adobe building in which the purchased grain had been dumped loose from the sacks, and it was almost full to the ceiling. One day Smith was unusually busy,the Indians standing in a, row waiting to dispose of their wheat, and it was not till later that he learned he had bought 16,000 pounds of his own grain. The In- dians had tapped his storehouse in the crear, and as the grain rushed out it was caught in sacks and again marketed. Salt Rheum Case. THOMAS VVYANT, 365 Men- roe Street, Brooklyn, N. Y. writes : “ November 27, 1895. ”SALVA-CEA is the best friend I s i have had for six years. Having been i a sufferer for that length of time w: th Salt Rheum, and af ter trying almost every remedy known, without getting any relief, I tried a box of 5 SALVA-CEA, and can honestly say I was cured before using the entire H box. In advertising SALvA- CEA we mention nothing but facts. 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