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The wonderful cure related below IS
by no means unusual with Hood's Sar-
saparilla. , This great medicine has
‘given health to suffering children,
even when health seemed impossible.
The secret of its success is that it puri-
fies, vitalizes and enriches the blood.
“I wish to tell of a wonderful cure
effected by Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Five
years ago my little boy was isudden-
1y seized with a severe lameness, appar-
ently in his right knee, which some phy-
sicians said was rheumatism, while others
said it was hip disease and that it was
Incurahle
‘During the next winter and spring he
became rapidly worse. We took Jimmie
to a specialist, who said it was hip disease.
. At this time the affliction became ‘ so
severe that we could not move him with-
out 'causing screams of agdny. I-Ie be-
came reduced in weight to 30 pounds, and
was but a shadow of his former self. We
had about given up hope when we read of
a cure by Hood’s Sarsaparilla of a similar
case. We resolved to try this medicine.
Jimmie 'was decidedly improved after
taking the first bottle. He was even
Bette-r
after the second. We have since used
over a dozen bottles of the medicine, and
the change has exceeded our expectations.
James is now able to walk without the
aid of crutches and goes to school every
day. He has been wonderfully cured
by Hood’s Sarsaparilla.” J. O. RUNDELL,
Oakley, Michigan. ’
Dr-ug'gist C. C. Tubbs says he knows‘the
Itundell boy has been wonderfully
Cured
by Hood’s Sarsaparilla and that Mr. Run-
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sale of Hood’s Sarsaparilla and Hood’s
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satisfaction. He says Hood’s Pills seem
to be the coming family cathartic. '
N. B. If you decide to take Hood’s Sar-
saparilla do not be induced to buy any-
ether. Insist upon Hood’s, because
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FATE OF THEIAUSTI'N'S.
' a. man who was digging a. ditch near the
'up my horse until its foot is rested, or
' wife.
‘ drawing-room 3nd read “Pelham” until
3
in: ' GWENDOLEN OVEBTON.
“Whose place is this?” I inquired of
water trough.
He stopped his work, and looked up
an d pushed his sombrero on the back of -
his head, giving a sigh and passing his
hand across his brow. “It is the Circle,-
A ranch. It belongs to Everette Austin.
Can I be of service to you ?”
“E-eh—well, uyes; at least the boss
can. I’ve lamed my horse, and as I’m
a. small matter of 50 miles, from my
destination, I can’t walk it in this
wveather.”
“It is rather warm,” he assented.
“Slightly. Is Mr. Austin in, or any-
where around ?” "
“I-le’s not in, but he’s around. I’m
Mr. Austin.”
“0h! indeed. “'ell, I am Mr. Brant—
William 11. Brant—Mr. Austin, and I
must. ask'you if you can let me put
until I find some way of getting to
Miles City ?”
Mr. Austin stepped forward,.lifted
the. ragged sombrero, and put out his
grimy hand. “I‘m happy to meet you,
Mr. Brant. I am sorry I can’t call a
man to take your mount, but if you will
turn him. over to me, I’ll stable him and
attend to his foot, and you can go up to
the house and ask Mrs. Austin to make
you comfortable. The men are all off
on the range.”
“I’ll go with you,” I answered, and
we set off to the barns.
They were beautifully kept, as few
but Englishmen keep their stables, and
I was glad that my weary steed should
Le so well installed. I saw in amomcnt
that my host was accustomed to being
his own veterinary surgeon. It puz~
zlcd me to reconcile the fact of his man-
ual labor and ragged working clothes
with his large. possessions, his perfectly
appointed stable, and his yet more per
foot language, so unmistakably British,
for I was new to Montana and its peo-
ple; though not a tendcrfoot, by many
years of Arizona experience.
The doctoring of my horse finished,
Austin led the way to his house—a. long,
low, unpainted board structure, set. up
a foot or so from the ground on posts. ‘
There was a wretched attempt at a. bed
of flowers near the door, but the sun and
wind gave it small chance of success.
A few stunted pctunias, a. struggling
line of mignonette, and several bushes
of suplessred and pink geraniumsnverc
all that rewarded evident patient care.
My host was not communicative, nor
did he expect me to be so. I started to
give. him a reference, but he cut me off
by changing the subject- In a. moment
more we had gone up the. steps and stood
on the porch, which boast-ed of neither
roof nor railing. Austin handed me a
f eathcr duster, and we brushed the
white dust from our boots. Then we
went in.
“Sit down and I will announce-you to
Mrs. Austin,” he said, with no apparent
perception of the incongruity of the
language and his attire. it was atidy
little drawing-room—as I did my host
the honor of calling it all through my
visitr—with some well chosen colored
prints from English papers on the rough
bozird wall, clean white curtains, a few
cane chairs, and a box covered with
crctonne, which served as a. divan.
There were no new books or papers, but
the old and much-used ones were of the
best. There was a pot of “wandering
Jew” in the huge fireplace, which madea
a. very pretty effect.
I was just looking at my travel-
stained countenance in a small mirror,
when a door opened, and Austin, hold-
ing” it back, stood aside to admit his
.“We are very glad to see you, Mr.
Brant,” she said, with the most delight~
ful of well-bred English accents. “Mr.
Austin told me of your accident. 1am
sorry for the horse, of course, and for
you if you had need to make haste, but
for ourselves it cannot be looked upon
as a misfortune.”
“Your husband has treated the poor
animal so skillfully that I fancy I may
promise not. to encroach upon yourhos-
pitality very long.”
“Please put aside the idea. that you are
not, or may not be, welcome. “'e are
most happy to have you.”
“Now, Brant,” said my entertainer,
“Mrs. Austin will give you your room.
We cannot do much for you, but there is
plenty of water, both hot and cold, and
that will not be amiss, as I know by ex-
perience, after a midsummer ride in
this country. -I will see you at tea.”
He went back to his digging, and Mrs.
Austin conducted me to my room. The
ceiling and floor were of solid boards,
like the rest of the house, but the par-
titions were of white manta, and every
sound in ,t-he ‘lm' " was perfectly audi-
ble. However, it was clean and dark-
ened and cool, and there were no flies,
which I took as the crowning blessing
of Providence. I sat upon the Chintz-
covered potato-box, which served for my
chair, and gazed at myself in the mirror
again, and wondered, profanely,«what
the woman must think of me. I sighed
for my calling suit, which was safe in
Miles City, and considered my surround-
ings; my hostess, in chief. In absolute
regularity of. features, she was not a
beauty; but she had the fine gray eyes,
finer brown, soft-hair, strong chin, sen-
sitive mouth, and dignified carriage of
the best examples of the women of her
nation, and, above all, an air of grave
sweetness which is peculiarly and dis-
tinctively English. 3;. I
My toilet made, I went back to the
-—-at five o’clOck—tea was served—tea
as only the English serve it, with slices
of bread and butter, as thin as cloth,
and rich cream, and good tea, none of
the bitter, nerve-shattering, green con-
coction which is dignified by that name”
in the average American. house. I found
out afterward that this was the one
meal of the day where there was any ap~
proach to luxury.
Austin, came in, after having washed
his hands and brushed his smooth Brit- E
ish head. With the exception of a. coat‘
slipped over his flannel working shirt,“-
he were the same clothes in which he
had been digging. So we sat there—we
three—22nd talked of the doings in the
outer world in quite the same strain as
we would have talked in London. My
host in his boots and work-suit, and my
qucenly hostess in her calico gown,
might have been seated in a. lordly man—
sion. ' -
After a. time a bell rang. “The dress-
ing bell,” said Mrs. Austin; “wédine nt
’ half-after six, and it is now six o’clock.”
I retired to dress, a. simple operation,
which consisted of running my fingers
through my hair ‘and retying my neck-
tie. IIowcver, I-devoted‘ as much time
as possible to this, and together with
sitting on the potato box and medi-
tating I succeeded in consuming ’ 2:)
minutes before I returned to the draw—
ing-room. Mrs. Austin was ‘already
there, looking even sweeter and more
girlish, in an 'ancient but fresh white
muslin and white ribbons. Mr. Austin
joined us at. the end of five minutes,
fully attired in evening clothes, with a
spray of mignonettc in his button—hole.
A great, gruff fellow in’a dirty apron
announced dinner in the surliest of
tones. I saw Mrs. Austin wince, and a
frown passed across her husband’s
brow. “Brant,” he said, “I regret to
say that you will have to eat at the same
table as the ranch hands do. We tried,
long ago, to have a. separate. dining-
room, but it made too much ill-feeling
among the men.” .
-" That was the one apology he made
during my stay. We sat at an oil—cloth
covered board, on long, wooden benches,
Mrs. Austin at the head, her husband on
her left, and I on the right, as I had
offered her my arm in entering the
dining-room. Our dinner was of the
poorest, both as to food and cooking,
and there was no profusion. I realized
now the full poverty of my entertain-
ers, and remembered having heard that
the price of horses was steadily decreas—
ing. I fancied, too, that Mrs. Austin
did not dare to have dainties for herself
and her husband while the democratic
American citizens at her board fared on
plain things. There was an unpleasant
constraint about the meal. I could sec
that there was no leve wasted on the
master, and that his dress-suitand aris-
tocratic hearing was a source of annoy-
once of his free-born cmployes. They
,were sullen and gruff, as was the man
dignified by the name of cook. 0n
the whole, I was glad to leave the table
-and get back to the drawing-room.
“We breakfast at half-after six, Mr.
Brant," my hostess informed me
graciously, holding out. her hand to say
good-night. It was a rather large hand,
and work-hardened, but firm and bean-
tifully shaped.
I have said that. every sound in the
house could be board, because of the.
manta partitions. I had just lain down
on my cot, when I caught the voice of
Austin. “llcnlly, Alexandria, the men
are getting alumst unmanageable.
They border on mutiny.” . _
“I know it, Everette. It makes me
very nervous, too. I‘m so afraid they
will do you some harm.”
“()h, I fancy not.”
“ “Everette!”
“Well 2’"
“Suppose you stop wearing your oven-
ing-s=uit, and that we give up our ton
in the afternoon. They think we are
putting on airs. as they call it."
"No, I will not. I am not going to
change the‘ habits of thirty years and
throw over all memories of home."
“You are only one to twenty, dear.
It might be wiser.” .
lut the woman’s counsel went un-
hecdcd. .
There were boutonnieres at our
places at breakfast, and Austin. fresh
from his tub, in-un old but natty cor-
.luroy suit, tried, with much cheerful
loud talking, to cover the evident sul-
lcnncss of. his “hands.” After brook-
fast he donned his working clothes,
and went back to the digging of ditches.
My horse was better, so I left at ten
o‘clock, with considerable reluctance.
Mrs. Austin was so charming. No won-
der Austin was desperately in love with
her.
I Sent Mrs. Austin a box of new books
and some. small trinket-s, such as a man
believes that a woman likes, when I
reached. town.‘ Two days after they had
gone, I met a fricndiwho had come to
the city that morning.
“By the bye, Brant, wasn’t that a
ghostly thing about those Britishers
at the Circle-A ranch?”
“Who, the Austins?” I cried, turn~
ing cold with foreboding.
“Yes. You’ve heard about it, then ?”
“N o. For Heaven’s sake, what is
it?”
“Well, the way I heard it was this:
Their men on the. ranch didn’t like
them, accused them of being ‘bloody
aristocrats,’ I believe, and they set fire
to the grass near the stables two or
three nights ago. You know it’s been
a dry year, and the grass burned well.
Austin and his wife tried to fight the
flames, and keep them from the stables,
all alone; no men to be found until it
was quite over. They kept. the barns
safe, all right, but Mrs. Austin——pretty
woman, they say—was so burned that
she died in perfect agony at the end
of an hour. 'The men had turned up
by that time. Been down at Central
City at a. dance, they said. Austin
nearly went crazy while his wife was
suffering; but after she died, he went
outside, [drew his gun, and shot the
foreman and another of the —— ras-
cals.” '
. “Thank Heaven!” ,
“Wait—that’s not all. The one’s he
didn’t kill, it seems, said it was cold-
blooded murder—I believe they were
all half-drunk. Anyway, they held him
and dressed him up in his evening-suit
—they had a. Special grudge against it—
and then they took him out and strung-
him up to the rafters of the barn
It is supposed that there were about -
15 men, but, of course, they can’t be
found; you know how it is. Did you
say you knew these Austins?” ' ,9
“Yes. I knew them," I answered.—
San Francisco Argonaut.
THEgEVENrNG'GAZETTE‘
L HANDEL’S 'OBSTINACY.
An Instance of His —Resoluteness ab 3
. Boy. .
A child’s‘obstinacy does not alway
bring as fortunate results as was the
case with Handel, the great musician.
His extraordinary resoluteness asaboy
led to that great success which crowned
the later-years of his life. When he
was some seven years of age his father
had occasion‘to visit a son by a former
wife, who was a valet to the duke of
Suxe Weissenfels. Traveling in those
days—two hundred years ago—was
tedious and expensive, and Dr. Handel
did not desire to be delayed with the
care of an “infant” during a journey
which the demands of a responsible pro-
fession would probably make as short
as possible. '
But the future giant of music would
go. He cried, bellowed, and eventual~
1y ran along the road after the vehicle,
until the tender feelings of the doctor
could refuse no longer. In an evil
moment for his jurisprudence scheme
he took the child with him.
No sooner. did the little fellow reach
the ducal residence than he gave rein
to his fancy on the keys of every instru-
ment that he found open. The remark-
able music that came from the fin-
ger-tips of the child’s hands was soon
throughout the palace, and all this was
intensified when he secured an oppor-
tunity of touching the keys of the
chapel organ within the hearing of the
duke.
Such a throb started from that-
chapel organ when little Handel’s ten-
drilled fingers chose the keys, and the
soul of the duke was touched as it
never had been touched before. Truly
a momentous occurrence, since but for
it Handel‘s sacred music might never
have been written.
The duke's attention having been ar-
rested, he inquired of Dr. Handel con-
cerning the child’s future, and eventu-
ally succeeded in placing him for
three years’ study under Zachau, the
organist of Halle cathedral. This was
the beginning of Handel’s musical
education.—Youth’s Companion.
The Suppos'itltious Lion and Elephant.
The lion was supposed to lash his
side and back with his tail, “to the end
to do nothing faintly or cowardly,” and
if. in spite of. this stimulus to his
valor, he was obliged to flee, he. made
use of his tail to obliterate his footsteps.
When hunting he roared vehemently,
and then with his tail traced a circle in
the sand round the victims, which he
afterward consumed ,at his pleasure.
As may be imagined the elephant was
the subject of countless legends, and
some of the peculiarities attributed to
him were at least original. For in-
stance, the creases in his skin were said
to be fly traps. They exhaled a pecul-
iar odor. attractive to the flies, and
when these incautiously ventured with-
in the creases the wily elephant sudden-
ly contracted his skin and massacred
them by the thousands
i Silva-cc: Is a Perfectly Safe Remedy in Use.
REPORT BY THE DISTINGUISHED CHEMIST,
,PRUF. HENRY A. Ilil'lT. PH.D.. LL.ll., 1118..
Fellow of the London Chemical Society,
Member of the American Chemical Society,
Chemist of the Malice-Legal Society,
Author of numerous scientific works on hood,
Ventilation. Chemistry. etc. '
“ NEW YORK, October 22, 1895.
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Ican say that the properties of the
same are so well defined that I am
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plish the wozk for which it E
recommended.
. “ I have the honor to sign myself, 2
Yours; respectfully, ,
IlEN'RY A. Mort, Pn.D., LLD‘." 3
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