‘h He is now Cured, and He Thanks God and P. P. P., Lippman’s Great Rem- edy, For It. Mr. George Briggs, of Moore. Okla, suffered almost indescribable torment for three long years. Neuralgia held him captive. The right side of his face was so badly affected that the slightest touch would. cause the unfortunate man intense agony. For several weeks he could open his mouth just wide enough to be fed with liquid nourish- ment, and in this manner life was sus- tained. Read the following extract from his letter: “Truth is stranger than Fiction.” NEURALGIA, CATARRH AND RHEUMA- TISM COMPLETELY CURED. George Briggs, of Moore, Oklahoma, writes that P. P. P., Lippman’s Great Remedy, cured him‘ of catarrh, facial neuralgia and rheumatism, after three years of intense suffering. The pain lay in his cheek bone and temple, down the right side of his face, along his upper lip, and from the slightest touch he suffered agonies for weeks at a time. Could only open his mouth wide enough to admit a teaspoon, and any acid in his food would put him in torture. He had a consultation of the best physi- cians in Texas, but all to no purpose. Catarrh andfrheumatism were also causing him much trouble, until he tried P. P. P. He says he is well and will swear that there are no cases of neuralgia, catarrh and rheumatism, no matter how chronic or how old the cases are, that P. P. P. will not make ; a. total Cure of. . Mr. Briggs winds up his testimony by saying he thanks God and our med- icine, P. P. P., Lippmau’s Great Rem- edy, for the great cure. Kidney troublesflf neglected, bring about serious and painful and very often fatal results. P. P. P. removes the irregularities, and cures the dis- eased parts. Dyspepsia and indigestion, skin and blood diseases, can be speedily removed by P. P. P., Lippman’s Great Remedy. Ladies, take P. P. 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BATES’ .42 WATER STREET, You can find as fine an assortment of Mnnnmgnialiflfiutluwirl be found is any Yard in the Look it over and get prices State _ before gomg elsewhere. Piano Lessons RS. GEORGE W. BRADLEY. (daughter of the late Wm. 3.. Nash.) gives eflioeni . 71d satisfactory instructions‘on the Pinvw '. 'erhome No.19}; Ham It«rm-u AN EPISODE. I. She’ pours the tea. and as her hand Above the dainty china lingers I raise my own right hand aloft And seize upon the jeweled fingers. II. “You‘ll break the teacup, Jacki“ she cries. And on the floor I hear it clatter; “Oh, what care I for cups,” I say, “While you have got a heart to shatterl" III. “Don’t break it, that's a dear," she says, "The cup I mean,” and then with laughter- I tell her it is not her cup - But heart, her humble servant’s after. IV. “You’ve broken that long since,” she sighs, “I never can forgive you, never!” And—well ! she did and now she‘s come To make and pour my tea forever. —E. C. R, in What to Eat. THE ‘RED HAND- “Look! It’is the sign of the Red Hand.” I looked up at the ceiling and saw what appeared to be the impres- sion of a hand that had been dipped in some red fluid. “What is it?” I asked anxiously. “It means that you are a marked man,” said Alexis Petrovitch. “Haven’t you heard of the League of the Red Hand, a particular desperate inner circle of nihilists? ' You must have done something to earn their ven- geance. They give their victims three signs before the death sentence is put into execution, and that is plainly one of them. Twice again. you will see the mysterious Red Hand, and then— well, not one in a hundred escapes.” I was attached to the British em- bassy at St. Petersburg, and some im- portant information had come into my possession quite accidentally respect- ing a nihilist plot. This intelligence I had communicated personally by word of mouth to one of the highest and most trusted officials of the (liar. I had told nobody else, not even my very faithful friend Alexis, and the circum- stances were such thst it was impos~ sible to conceive how the matter could have come to the knowledge of the so- ciety. Every attempt was made to discover by whom and by what means the “sign” had been impressed on the cell- ing, but without success. The room was a lofty one, and it was difficult to understand how the ceiling . was reached. The affair was very myste- rious, but the nihilist loves mystery. I was made somewhat uncomfortable by this grim warning, but I was as- sured by those who professed to know the peculir methods ofthe league that I was in no danger until I had received the third sign. So I was not greatly alarmed for the present. ' I had been offered, through my chief, an appointment in England that was in many respects superior to the one I held, but I had become greatly at- tached to my life in St. Petersburg, where I had made many excellent friends, and I declined. It was now proposed that I should reconsider my decision. I did not care for it to be thought that I had shown the white feather, and, to be candid, as the days went on and I did not receive any fresh sign, I be- gan to treat the matter lightly. Per- haps it was all a hoax, and the fact that I had made the important disclos— ures which had frustrated the nihilist plot was not, after all, known to that body. One night, some ten days later, I was invited by a lady of my acquaint- ance to share her box at theopcra. As I am passionately fond of music, and the society of this lady's family was very agreeable to me, I was glad to accept. The opera was “Carmen,” and the house was very crowded and hot. Be- fore the last act I left the private box to smoke a cigarette in the foyer, where I expected to meet Petroviichi and other friends. There was a great crush at the buffet, and as I was rais- ing a glass of a cooling drink to is; lips my elbow was accidentally jerked by a man standing beside me, and Some of the liquid was spilled over my clothes. The gentleman was profuse in his apologies, and I retired to a less crowded part of the saloon to u-‘ipcnuy garments dry. As I drew out my white pocket hand- kerchief I noticed that it bore some red stains that I was positive were not there when I left home. I shook out its folds and held it spread out in front of me. It was the sign of the Red Hand! “How white you look!” said Alexis, whom I met on my way back to the box. “What is the matter?" “I have just received the second sign,” I said in a low voice. “Good heavens,” he exclaimed. “Then be advised and leave St. Peters— burg at once. In your native country you may possibly escapev-tliey may not think it worth while to follow you '—but to remain here means certain death.” I became convinced that Alexis was right. It was unsafe to remain longer in Russia. When I reached home that night, I wrote two letters before I .went to bed. One was a resignation of my post in St. Petersburg. and the other an acceptance of the appoint- ment in England. I lost no time in making all neces- sary arrangements for a prompt (le- parture. One thing gave me great pleasure—Alexis had agreed to acconh pany me. He had long promised him- self a visit to England, and this was an excellent opportunity. I was to take a rather lengthy holiday before entering on my new duties, and should be very glad of his companionship. On the day that we “Set off Petro- vitch and I drove down to the railway dais 8.13M em sv aromatic; nonnis ping into the conveyance an elderly mfin in ragged garments came forward with newspapers. I thrust one into my pocket. ' We secured a railway carriage to ourselves for the journey, and were soon steaming out of the station. We sat for some time chatting, and of course the conversation was largely about the danger that was hanging over myself. “Then you have received no third Sign?" said Alexis. “No,” I replied. “The secret of my departure was, I think. well kept, and if they want to carry out their mur- derous designs I am afraid it will be necessary for them to follow me to England. I may consider myself safe now." . V - “Yes, I hope so. By the way, what do the critics say about the new play last night?” “Here is a paper,” I said, taking it from my pocket. Petrovitch unfolded it. As he opened it out in front of him he ut- tered a cry of surprise and alarm and dropped it on the floor between us. He was pale and speechless. “What is it?” I cried. “Have you read some bad news?” , 4! “Look for yourself,” he said huskily. I snatched up the paper, and at the first glance my blood seemed to freeze. The sign of the Red Hand! There, right across one of the two center pages, was the familiar red im- press of a hand, just as it had ap- peared on the ceiling and on my pocket handkerchief. This, then, was the third warning, and I was now a doomed man! Any moment might bring my death. We sat for a few moments in si- lence. Then Alexis said: . “I assume you are armed?" “I have my revolver here, loaded and ready,” I replied. “And so have I. Our great danger will be between here and the frontier; I am convinced of that. We must use the utmost vigilance.” 1“Fortunately we have a carriage to ourselves,” I said, “and the doors are both locked. We shall have to be on our guard when We leave [this train.” The first part of the journey ,was long and tiring, and as the day wore on and night began to gather in we became sleepy and silent. Alexis curled himself up in his corner, with the collar of his fur cloak pulled up over his eyes, and doZed. As I sat looking at him I noticed how very sim- ilarly we were dressed. I was wear— ing a cloak and a but very closely re- sembling his own, and, mufiled up as we were, it would have been difficult for a stranger to have distinguished one from the other. It was a very dark night, and, wish‘ ing to see what kind of a country we were passing through. I suddenly turned my face to the window, and, screening the light with my hand, tried to peer out in the gloom. As I pressed my nose to the glass I distinct- ly saw a man’s face on the- outside looking in. It instantly disappeared. With one hand on my revolver I dashed down the window and looked out. The train was rushing along at a great speed, and I nearly lost my cup in the wind, but there was nobody to be seen. “How you startled me!” cried Petro- vitch. “What on earth is the matter?” 5 “I saw a face at the window.” ' 3 “Imagination, my dear fellow, or, more, probably, your own reflection.” "No; I am positive it was neither. It was a fair man, with a beard, while I am dark, with only a moustache.” Alexis suggested we should exchange seats and let him experiment. We did so, and under my direction he im- itated my movements in looking out of the window. “It is certainly suspicious,” he said. “We must be on our guard.” \Ve did not go back to our original seats, but remained as we were. Each ‘ held his revolver in readiness. We sat thus talking for about half an hour. All the time I kept my eyes fixed on one or the other of the windows. Pe- trovitch was not so vigilant. He would gaze at the glass for a few minutes, and then turn and speak to- me. ~, Suddenly I thought I saw something moving on the side Where Alexis was sitting. As I bent forward I could dis- cern a face dimly, but right against the glass was a revolver which a hand was directing at the head of my friend. “Down! Down for your life’” I shouted to Alexis, but the same instant there was a loud report, and the bul- lct, cutting a clean hole through the glass, laid poor Petrovitch along the seat. At the same moment—indeed, I be- lieve half a second before—I had fired my own pistol. As I peered out of the window I saw a man retreating along the footboard ton-71rd the rear of the train. Again I fired, but without re- salt. The train stopped, and a careful search was made, but no man at all resembling the one I had seen was to be found. He must have occupied a compartment alone, for nobody in the train, if they were to be believed, had seen any person leave a carriage while it was in motion. Meanwhile it was found that my friend Alexis was not, as I had feared, killed, though he is, unfortunately, dis- figured for life. A skillful doctor was found at the next station, and he is to- day hale and hearty. Probably the League of the Red Hand never knew of the blunder that resulted from our exchange of seats, and also believed that its intended vengeance on myself had been carried out to the death. The actual assassin, however, had a very narrow escape, for a cap was picked up on the line with a bullet hole in the crown. I had missed my man by less than an inch. Critic—Where did you get the idea for that poster picture? Painter—Out of my head. Critic—You must be glad it’s out.——R‘oxbury Gazette. THE EVENING GAZETTE TRANSPARENT EFFECTS IN FAVOR. a BIaterial Much Like the om Nun’s v‘en ing an Attractive Fabric. Summer fashions multiply very rap- idly as the season advances, and the charms of light, thin dresses begin to define their fascinating possibilities in the feminine mind. They were never quite so irresistible as they are this season, Transparent effects stand at the head ofthc list of specialties in fashion, and it is almost a necessity to have at least one gown which shows a gleam of col- ored lining through its meshes if you would be quite up to date. Every sort of transparent material is in fashion. Canvas presents a variety in weave and effects which is not surpassed by any other fabric. Grenadines of every description, both plain and fancy, are ver ' much worn, and grass lawn, in the sheer fine silk quality, seems to be quite as popular as-cver, although au- thorities in Paris declare that it has had its day. Very elaborate gowns are made of it, however, and the colored silk linings display to perfection the lovely batiste embr‘gideries with which they are trimmed. Barége is another very desirable material, and a new veiling very much like the old nun’s veiling is one of the most attractive fabrics of the season. It is very soft and clinging, an element in its favor which is highly appreciated by Paris. inns, and it also, in some instances, has a narrow hemstitched border which helps out the scheme of trimming, making a very simple, serviceable gown, or a dressy one, as you choose, a light or dark color. Transparent effects are not confined to the plain materials, for there are pretty novelties in brocaded designs which are transparent here and there. A pretty example of the use of this is in a blue and green mixture made over green and white shot silk. Mauve gauze forms the sash, ,which has a fringe of gold and silver colored silk on the ends. White silk and the mauve gauze form rosettes on the waist. Gauze materials are in great demand this season for all sorts of trimmings, sashes, fichus, chemisettes, and entire dresses, and among the Liberty gauzes there are two new‘ varieties called Agra gauze and Dalghali crepe. The former has a soft, silky sheen, and the latter is recommended as a good sub. stitutefifor chiffon. A novel dress trimming seen on some of the light-colored cloth gowns is the application of black Chantilly lace flowers. An example of this 'is a dull rose cloth with lace figures down either side of the front, and a pink and white shot silk' bodice made in bands joined together with open feather stitching of black silk, and oblong pieces of the cloth trimmed with the lace arranged over the shoulders. The use of color is a very important consideratlon' in the world of fashion, and one very stylish but striking contrast is the use of dark blue and mandarin yellow. . .41“. iii", ~._ CAKE OF l Waslung . s- h Powder L TOILET SOAP ”ll EVERY PACKAGE. PENSION OFFICE PLAYS DETECTlVE. Beuniting Families as a Side Issue in Its Business. The Pension Oflice, besides examin- lng into penis-ion claims and passing on them, does an enormous amount of other business in the way of reuniting families—we find husbands for wives, Wives for husbands, parents for chil’ dren and children for parents. Only recently a case came under my obser- and ’tis a sample. of a number of oth- ers. An application was received fro-m a lady who applied for a widow’s pen- sion. She gave the name of her hus- band, his service, company and regi- ment. In looking into the claim it was found that the husband was alive and drawing a pension through the pension agency at Chicago. The woman, who resides in Massachusetts, was so in- formed, says the Washington Star. Immediately came a reply from her asking the address of the man, which was furnished. A correspondence en- sued between them, and when they sat- :ight track they arranged a meeting. The man thought that his wife had- ’died, and at the close of the war en- tered the regular army, and went West. The woman, not hearing from her hus- band, became convinced that he had been killed or had died. She was unof- ficially informed that he had died in a hospital, and supposed it was a fact. In the meantime she had married again. Her second husband had died, ind had been dead Over ten years when she applied for a pension. Another case I call to mind is that of a soldier who originally lived at N lag- ara Falls. served under Sherman. At the close of the war he settled in New Orleans. He had positive information that his wife had died. but he was never~able to get any information as to what had be- come of his three children, except that they had been sent to an orphan asy- lum. He did not know in what State the orphan asylum was located. Nei- thcr did the children know whether their father was dead or alive, though from what they had been able to pick up in the way of information from time to time they concluded that he had passed to the other side. It happened that the daughter of the soldier not only grew up to be a beau- tiful , woman, but had married a wealthy man. She wrote to the War Department to learn of the where- abouts of her father’s grave, but there was no record of it. She then wrote to the Pension Ofiice for the address of a man she had heard served with her father, and who at one time lived at Niagara Falls. The ending of it all was that the children found the father and the father found his children. There are hundreds of such cases, though, of course, the number of them is becoming smaller as time passes: Couldn’t be Fooled. In a Boston suburb a priest of one of the churches announced that a col- lection would be taken up to defray the cost of coal for heating the church. Everybody contributed but Tim—, who gave a sly wink as the plate was presented to him, but nothing else. The priest noticed Tim‘s derelicti , but surmised that he might haveglift his money at home. A similar contribution was levied the following Sunday. As before, ev- ery one gave except Tim, who looked sly. The priest wondered, and after Service took his parishioner to task. “Now, Tim.” he said, “why didn’t you give something if it was but lit- tle?” “Faith. I’m onto yez,” said Tim. “Tim!” “Yes, father.” ‘What do you mean ‘2” - “Ob, nothing. Just that I’m onto yez; that’s all.” “Tim, your words are disrespectful and require an explanation. What do you mean?” ” “Oh, faith, father, a—thrying to pull the wool over me eyes, a-thrying to make us believe yez wants the money to buy coal to heat the church, an’ yer riverence knows it’s heated by steam!” --—From an Exchange. vation which illustrates my moaning,‘ isfied themselves that they were on the ‘ He went in the army and ' WOMAN IN FINCAND. L‘lthonntry More Progressive ' for “’0'- meu than Generally Supposed. People don’t think of Finland as progressive, but in that country the women are making rapid progress. For more than twenty-five years the gymnasiums have admitted both sexes, and in the University of Helsingfors there are now 200 women students. There are two flourishing clubs of wo. men. About one thousand are now employed in posioifices, railroad and telegraph bureaus, and other depart- ments of the public service; more than nine hundred are engaged as teachers in schools of various grades, and it is not uncommon to see among their pupils young men of 18 who are preparing for an academic or commer- cial course. At least three thousand Women are in business. Fifty-twoof the eighty poor-houses have women superintendents, and all the dairies are managed by wdmen—Chicago Inter- Ocean. - A Narrowv Escape. A very quiet and‘ unobstructive gro cer, now living in Omaha, was, so years ago, a. scout and frontiersman’in Ne- braska and the Dakotas, .when buf~ falos and Indians were plenty. One day he was out on a hunt for game to supply-a party he was guiding, when he encountered a small herd of buf-- falo. He had brought down two of the big animals and was aiming at a third, when the herd, instead of run- ning away, ran directly toward him. He was more surprised than alarm-ed, as he,had a good pony under him, but as he wheeled when the herd sur- rounded him, the pony s typed and fel . There was only one way to es- c pe being trampled to death; he seized the mane of the nearest buf- falo and vaulted on its back. The strange steed stayed with the herd for a mile or more, and then struck ed for itself. Taking advantage of this move, the scout, with his revolver, shot it behind the left fore leg, and down it came to the ground. “I was well satisfied with three buffalo-es that trip,” said the old-time hunter, “and I’d been satisfied with that last one only.”—Golden Days. -——-———_—— Soake His Bait in Whiskey. Colonel Pete Rickler, of East Bruns- wick, is the greatest fisherman in Middlesex County. He claims to have .8. great secret for booking fish. Yes- terday he confided this secret "to a friend over a social glass. “Soak your bait in whiskey,” he said. “Fish like it. But be sure and use apple whiskey. They don’t like rye.” A few days ago the Colonel went fishing and drank all - his whiskey before he thought of soak« ing his bait. He then tied the empty' bottle to his line and cast it over. While waiting for a bite he went to sleep. Soon he was amused by a hard pull on the line. Drawing it. in he found that a large eel had crawled into the bottle and could not get out. The Colonel was obliged to break the bottle to get the fish. All East Bruns- wick wonde-rs at the prowess of Col‘ onel Pete. He has a daughter who has large'trustful eyes like a gazelle. She could not tell a lie, and she ver~ ifies her father’s story in every par- ticular. A Kindness Remembered. The anthem for Queen Victoria, “Do- minic ’salvam fac Reginam nostram,” has been sung daily by the nuns of the Benedictine Abbey of Princethorpe, England, throughout the. whole of her reign. This has been done in grati- tude for the cordial welcome and hos- pitality extended to the Benedictine community by the English Govern- ment when they fled to England from Montargis during the French. revolu- tion. Wanted a Dictionary Index_ A man from Canada called at a drug and book store in Richford. Vt., the other day, and inquired if they had any indexes for Webster’s unabridged dictionary. His wife, he said, gave him one for a Christmas present, but It was tarnal slow hunting up words, and he thought film could get an in- dex it would help him. L, a .-.. . THE ORIGINAL Stamped ‘I Boss” . - . Always the Same lights the way and stays lighted. 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