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ON THECUFFS. I By Ellen B. Avl«s. ALLwhich afternoon the two children had^ played on the edge of thei wood skirted the cliffs, Jasper taking the lead in everything and Mar jorie trotting about willingiy under his directions, only too pleased and proud at having so big a boy to take any notice of her. At home her broth ers thought her much too small for them to play with but here in the country her Cousin Jasper, who was at least 11 years old, seemed to find her very good company indeed. In a few days Marjorie's pale cheeks had burned a ruddy brown, her eyes danced with a new light and her pret ty frocks were in a sadly torn condi tion. Already she had learned to climb a tree, to ride in a hay wagon and to go fishing and her mother be gan to fear that a whole month of this life would transform her little daugh ter into a veritable tomboy. "And she won't have a whole dress to go home in," she added, sadly, hold ing up a small pink skirt with a jagged rent in the hem. "But she will have a pair of rosy cheeks and a good stock of health and spirits to begin the winter on," said Aunt Hetty, gayly "and that will be worth the destruction of a few gowns. Let her alone, Eleanor. My boy can be trusted to take care of her, and a little romping will do the child no harm." Hut was Jasper taking care of her? At any rate, he thought he was, and when she fell with a crash from the lower limb of a big fir tree where they were keeping house together and stood crying, with a long scratch on her arm, the boy was by her side in a second, washing the wound and ty ing it up carefully with his handker chief. "There!" he said, soothingly. "Now it won't hurt you any longer. And we sha'n't climb up that ugly tree again. We'll go down to the beach and watch the tide come in." "But mamma said I wasn't ever to go to the beach," sobbed Marjorie. "And my arm smarts so, and I dorn't like these horrid woods any more." "Of course you don't," said Jasper. "And Aunt Eleanor only meant you were not to venture on the beach alone. It's all right when I'm with you." "But she said never to go at all," re peated Marjorie, wavering between obedience and desire. "Xever at all! Why, she took you herself only last evening." "Yes but then she was along," said the little girl, sagely. "I wish she were here to take me now." And once more the tears looked ready to fall. "What a goose you are, Marjie!" said Jasper, loftily. "Can't I take as good care of you as your mother? Why, I go to the beach every day of my life, and I know every corner of it a great deal better than she does. So come along, and don't cry any more. There is quite enough salt water down here, without your adding so many tears to it." Marjorie looked up with a laugh. She thought this very funny, and she loved dearly to watch the great waves come rolling in. Of course Jasper could take care of her so she put her little hand in his and climbed cheer fully by his side down the narrow, winding footpath that led from the cliiTs to the sand strip below. It was a cool, cloudy day, and the wind was blowing hard from the sea. Already they could hear the sound of the water lapping at their feet, and In half an hour they had made the de scent and stood breathless on the strip of beach, the sea before them and the frowning cliffs behind. "Come where the sand is wider," said Jasper, "and we shall have more room. Don't get your feet wet, Mar jie. Right around this rock there is a lovely place for shells," "But how very noisy the sea is to day!" said the child, wonderingly. "I can hardly hear you speak. But, oh, Jasper!" And at the sight of the smooth white -pebbles she let go his hand and darted seagerly ahead. While she hunted anxiously about the boy stood looking at the sea, drinking in the power and beauty of ,which he had never tired, and wonder ing vaguely what far-off shores those fdaming billows touched. They were higher than he ever remembered see ing them before, and his heart leaped with delight as they fell crashing at his feet, the salt spi^iy wetting his lips and hair. He could hardly bear to tear himself away, but he knew it was not safe to linger longer. In the high tide the water some times covered the sand strip entirely, and they had better go at once. He turned for Marjorie, but she had strayed far ahead of him. He called, but the noise of the waves drowned his voice, and she never even raised her head. Frightened, he knew not why, he ran after her and seized h.er arm. She held up her apron half full of shells and pointed out to the ocean. "Look, Jasper—look!" she cried. "There's a big one coming now." The boy raised his eyes and saw across the roughening sea a wave high as a wall sweeping rapidly toward them, and beyond that another, higher and blacker than the first. There was no sign of storm, but the wind blew fiercely and the whole sur face of the ocean was flecked with the snow-white foam. "Hurry!" said Jasper, uneasily, "or we shall both get wet. Never mind your shells." And the two children started back in the direction from which they had come. Before they had gone a dozen yards, the great wave broke on the shore, and the water suddenly flooding the sand strip, covered Marjorie's little feet. She stopped in dismay, but her cousin Marjorie shivered and screamed. Tlie waiter was now up to her knees, and they/ had a long distance still to go. "Hurry! hurry—do!" urged Jasper, thoroughly farmed. "We must reach the path, or we shall both be drowned. Marjie, can't you run a little faster?" For a minute the two children strug gled on but the water was rising as if by magic, and at every step the treach erous undertow threatened to lift them off their feet and wash them both into the angry sea. Another wave, and still another, and Marjorie's feeble strength was almost gone. "Mamma! mamma!" she cried. And the word's cut Jasper like a knife, as he realized that he had brought hei here to drown. It was useless now to try to go for ward. A strong man could hardly have kept his footing on the yielding sand, and their sole chance lay in the cliffs. They must climb .them or die. Every inch of the rocky coast was familiar to the boy, and., without a word, he turned resolutely back, still holding his little cousin's hand. Fear lent him strength, and a few steps brought him to the spot he sought, a huge bowlder that rose frowning over the breakers. "Now, Marjorie, listen to me," he soid, quietly. "Put your foot on this ledge, and take hold of the rock above. I am here to catch.you if you fall." "I can't, Jasper. Indeed, I can't," sobbed the child, shrinking back, and hiding her face against his arm. "The stones are so slippery." "But you must, Marjie. Do you hear? You must try, at least, or we shall be drowned in another minute. Only be brave, and hold fast, and I will climb on the bowlder, and lift you up. There, now—that is right. Don't think about the water, and don't let go." White and trembling, Marjorie clung to the rocks, while Jasper, as agile as a cat, crept up to the ledge above. Cau tiously he leaned over and seized the lit- THE WATER WAS RISING. tie hands. One strong pull, and tney were both safe—safe at least from the waters that surged below them, but with no further chance of release. Alone, Jasper perhaps could have scaled the rest of the cliff, though it would have been a perilous ad venture. With Marjorie it was simply impossible, and there was nothing for them to do but to wait patiently until the tide went out, or until some help should be sent them. It was verj* cold, and night was com ing on fast. Marjorie's dress was wringing wet. so Jasper took it off, and wrapped her in his own warm jacket. She was very quiet*, poor little girl, but her face was so white and piteous and she trembled so violently, that her cousin felt his heart sink at the thought of keeping her all night on this bleak rock without either food or covering. He found the most sheltered spot he could, and, sitting down, took her in his arras, thinking, with bitter self-re proach, that she might die through his disobedience and folly. The sea had now covered all the sand strip, and the waves, beating silently against the rocks, as though reaching after their prey, drenched them with spray. From sheer exhaustion, Marjorie by and by fell asleep, only to awake in a fright, thinking she was drowning, and then sob herself to sleep again. When it grew quite dark, the sound of the waves at their feet frightened her more and more, for she could not see how fai below they were, and all Jasper's ef forts to reassure her were ih vain. lie, shivereing in his shirt sleeves, and cramped from his constrained posi tion, felt the night air keenly, and wondered if the morning would never come. He thought, too, of his mother and aunt, and of the terror they were suffering he thought of the warm rooms at home, and of the cold sea foaming beneath him he thought of his night prayers, and said them with much more fervor than usual and then Marjorie, starting up with a sharp cry of terror, he soothed her gently to sleep again, her dark curls resting on his shoulder. When, at last, the sun rose over the dull, gray water, he seemed- ten years older than the boy who had played un der the fir trees the afternoon before, and when the receding tide had left the sand strip bare and glistening, and the two children crawled slowly down from the rock, no one would had known them for the lighthearted pair of yes terday—no one, at least, but their mothers. And the long night's watch ing and searching had left traces on them. too. The weary, haggard little figures toiling up the beach in. the morning light were not more changed by the last 12 hours than were the two ^vorn-out women who caught them, in their arms with broken cries of joy and gratitude. And, though Jasper deserved all the blame, he.never got it, for two reasons: It he had imperiled Marjorie's lift through his carelessness, he had saved it through his courage and, while he had kept her warm and dry, so that, beyoftd the fright, she had suffered nothing, the cold and exposure he,had endured brought on a fever, and' for five weeks he lay parched and aching and unhappy, while his aunt and cousin, nursed and petted liim. "It was so wickfcd in me, Aunt El eanor," he managed once to whisper. But she only smiled and sealed his lips with a kiss.—Gulden Days. Mexico's Revenue fram Vanilla. Vanilla brings into Mexico $1,000,000 or more per annum. PIRATES OF THE PHILIPPINES. Fierce and Bloodthirsty Moro* from Borneo That Overran tlie Islands. The Moros entered the Philippines form Borneo at about the time of the Spanish discovery. They first settled, in Sulu and Basilan but rapidly spread over the numerous small islands of the Sulu and Tawi Tawi archipelagoes and eventually occupied the whole of the great island of Mindanao to the east, audi Balabac and the southern third of Palawan to the west. Before their conquest of Palawan was com pleted they had their first serious col lision with Spanish troops, and have not since been able to extend their ter ritory but what they had taken they have continued to hold.. Hostilities between Moros and Span iards were precipitated by an unpro voked attack by the latter upon one of the Moro chiefs of North Mindanao. The attacking force was almost an nihilated and the fanatical passions of the Mor.os were aroused. They forth with began to organize forays against the Spanish and native towns of the central and northern islands, and from the outset met with great suc cess. Their piratical expeditions soon became annual events. With each re curring southeast monsoon hordes of them manned their war praus and sailed north, where they harried the coasts until the change of monsoons warned them to return home. Thousands of captives were taken. Men were compelled to harvest their own crops for the benefit of their cap tors, and were then butchered in cold blood, while women and children were carried' away, the former to enrich the seraglios of Moro chiefs, the latter to be brought up as slaves. For two and a half centuries this state of affairs continued. Embold ened bjr continued success, the Moros no longer confined their attention to the defenseless natives. Spanish plant ers and government officials were killed or he-Id for ransom. But the de light of the grim Moslem warriors was to make prisoners of the Spanish priests and friars, toward whom they displayed the bitterest hatred. Islands which had once been prosperous were almost depopulated. Even foreign sailing vessels were attacked and cap tured. The Spaniards did not tamely sub mit to this state of affairs. Expedi tion after expedition was organized. Millions of dollars ana thousands of lives were wasted. Temporary suc cesses were gained, but they resulted in no permanent advantages. On sev eral occasions landings were made on Sulu itself, forts built, and garrisons established, only to be driven from the island or massacred to a man. The steel weapons of the Moros were of the best, and for years they were really better armed than the Span iards but with the improvement in firearms the Spaniards gained an ad vantage in which the Moros did not share. Such cannon and rifles as they possessed were antiquated, and .they had difficulty in getting ammunition but it was not until the day of rapid fire guns and light-draft steam gun boats that they were finally confined to the southern waters of the archipel ago. An efficient patrol of gunboats was established, and the Moro praus were forbidden to put to sea without first obtaining a written permit from the nearest Spanish governor. They were also ordered to fly the Spanish flag. When a prau was encountered that did not show the flag, or was not provided with a passport, it was rammed and cut in two, or sunk by the fire of the machine guns.. No quarter was given. As opportunity offered, the gun boats shelled the Moro villages, which were built over the sea and so could be easily reached. Sulu. which had al ways been the seat of government and the residence of the reigning sultans, was destroyed in 1876, and a Spanish military post established where it had been. At first the Moros had a dis agreeable habit of dropping in from time to time and wiping out the gar rison. It was constantly reenforced or renewed, however, so that from 1876 to the present day the Spanish oc cupation at this point has been al most continuous.—Prof. Dean C. Wor cester, in Century. An Enormous Thermometer. A giant thermometer is being placed in the ground at Winchester, England, by Col. Knight. The great instrument is 70 feet( in length and is to be used for taking the earth's temperature. A shaft was sunk 70 feet in the ground and then a scaffolding erected at the mouth of the shaft. The scaffolding was higher than the thermometer, which had to be hoisted to the perpen dicular by means of steam cranes and then dropped gently into the 70-foot shaft. The work has progressed so far without accident and will be ac complished, it is hoped, with no in jury to the great instrument. The largest thermometer ever made previ ous* to the one constructed for Col. Knight was thac made by Forbes, who built one measuring nearly 40 feet in length. This was considered a great accomplishment, and the Forbes ther mometer became one of the curiosi ties of science. The pne now con structed for Col. Knight, however, is so much higher that the Forbes ther mometer is no longer, considered large. With the new thermometer the temperature of the earth can be taken at twice the depth it has been possible to take it heretofore, and the records obtained will be of unusual value to science^—Chicago. Evening News. Pitching: Quoits. Quoits is game that is seen largely among the working classes. Off in the mining districts, in the neighborhood of large building contracts or at the river side, a group of men playing quoits is a common sight. It requires a fair degree.of strength and quickness and has a peculiar fascination for the player. A flattened ring of iron is to be tossed over ah iron stake, from which the player stands,a distance of from 25 to 75 feet. Ther€ are two stakes used, and generally two or four players take part. The game, is not of much importance, but it has existed for centuries, and its simplicity— horseshoes being used when the reg ular quoits cannot be had—will always give it a certain popularity.—N. Y. Tribune. More Important. Her Aunt—Beauty is only skin deep. The Beauty—But/ the impression it makes is not.—Puck. 4 1 UNCOMFORTABLE THEATERS. There Are No Arrangements for Per sonal Convenience in Paris Play Houses. Playgoers who yield to the induce ments of the French stage when they come over here will have learned long ago from experience what genuine dis* comfort is suffered in theaters. Pa risian managers cater admirably for the public as far as1 the play and the acting are concerned. When they come to consider, however, the ques. tion of mere material comfort, it would seem as if they felt in nowise called upon to make allowances for the weaknesses of the flesh. The trials to which a playgoer is put in an under sized stall, with no available room for his nether limbs, partake almost of the rigor of the monastic ordeals of old. To such chastisement of the flesh the Parisian playgoer has long submitted uncomplainingly for the sake of the edification provided for his spirit from the stage. There are now signs, however, that the worm will at last turn. Parisians have crossed the channel, lolled in the ample armchairs provided in your playhouses, and re turned to grumble at the hardships they have to endure in their own. Quite revolutionary measures of re form are everywhere being proposed. Why not do away with the three offi cials enthroned behind a desk at the door, who constitute the so-called "controie," and whose duties consist in needlessly examining and punching tickets at the expense of public pa tience? It might even be feasible to suppress the "ouvreus«," who dam ages hats and loses umbrellas in re turn for a tip which she exacts and grumbles at. Besides a degree of material com fort, playgoers expect within the bounds of possibility not to endanger their lives when they go to the theater. According to the committee of public safety in theaters, now sitting, it would, however, be unwise to place overmuch confidence in this respect in the arrangements at present made in some Parisian playhouses. The chair man of the committee, M. Blanc, pre fect of police, has accordingly drawn up new sets of rules with regard to public accommodation in theaters, which are to be stringently enforced. Playgoers in Paris will be glad to hear that in future boxes in theaters are to be provided wTith doors1 of a sufficient width to allow of easy ingress and exit, and so arranged as not to block pas sages when open. Furthermore, noth ing in the shape of stools or movable seats will be allowed in the passages, while that inconvenient invention, tlie "strapontin," which, besides being the most uncomfortable seat ever pro vided for a long-suffering public, en dangers the lives of the audience should panic occur, by effectually blocking the openings between rows oi stalls, is to be done away with. In time M. Blanc will no doubt succeed in making Parisian playhouses both safe and comfortable. It is a remark-' able fact, however, considering how extensively Parisians patronize the theater, that two such important im provements for a playgoing public should not have been accomplished be fore now.—London Telegraph. POCKETKNIVES FOR WOMEN. This Account Says They All Have Them and They Buy Them for Themselves. The tradition is—and maybe it was true ever so long ago, when woman al ways had a kitchen knife within easy reach—that women have no use for pocketknives. That is what man be lieves to this day. He thinks that she sharpens her lead pencils with her teeth, opens her letters with a hair pin, cuts string with scissors and bor rows some man's knife when there is a can of potted ham or corned beef to be opened at a picnic. But nearly every woman has a pen knife and finds plenty of use for it. Usually she has bought it herself, for she prefers that it shall not be a gift. Any man who gives a woman a pen knife will find himself regarded with suspicion. It isn't that she is supersti tious. Oh, no, of course she isn't. She will buy one for her husband or for her son, but nevertheless she doesn't like to be given one, and will look askance at the dainty little implement unless she has paid the traditional penny for it. The jewelers carry in stock knives for women, and one of the merchants said the other day that one-third of his customers were women. This he ex plained by the fact that a woman will keep a knife three times as long as a man will. Some of the knives they carry in stock have jeweled handles or decorations that raise their cost from five to fifty dollars. Women don't buy such expensive ones—that is, not from jewelers—although they often buy them from friends at the price of one cent—an astonishing bar gain, indeed. The popular knives for women £re tiny bits of knives, not so long as the little finger, and sometimes not larger than a finger joint. Some of these dainty little knives have handles of gold or silver studded with jewels. Very often they have chatelaine at tachments or are worn with other lit tle articles on a chain.—Chicago Times Herald. A Good Excuse. A young foreigner had recently ar rived in London from his native coun try, and some friends of his family ar ranged a dinner in his honor. The even ing arrived, the guests invited to meet him were assembled, but the young fel low did not appear. A friend called on him the next day and. reminding him that he had accepted the invitation, in quired why he had not been present. His reply Was ingenious: "I vas not hungry," he said.—Tit Bits. A Misapprehension. "They say that the women of To ledo are very beautiful," remarked Mr. Pitt. "They are," replied Mr. Maumee, "I'm from Ohio myself, and—" "But I was speaking of Toledo in Spain.*' 1 "Oh!"—Pittsburgh Chronicle-Tele graph. Queer Fire Insurance Claim. A Yarmouth man was smoking a pipe when a spark dropped into the tuck of his trousers and burned a hole. He made a claim for loss under his fire insurance policy and the com panj paid the damage.—N. Y. Sun, 1 Si-i"''-!.'' 'ir Science on .the Run. Doctor—Troubled with insomnia, eh? Eat something before going to bed. Patient—Why, doctor, you once told me never to eat anything before going to bed. Doctor (with dignity)—That, madam, was way back in 1S95. Science has made great strides since then.—N. Y. Weekly. At Last! 0, what care I that summer's flown. That round the house the winter's moan Sounds loud and chill that sleet is blown With ev'ry wintry blast! Here by the blaze I sit in glee, Wrapt In a state of ecstasy, And know that in the cellar the Lawn mower's still at last! —N. T. Truth. AWFCLLT SAUCY! "And where is it to be for the holi days this year, Miss Leftonshelf?" "Oh, I've decided to go to the Isle of Man." "Really! A case of Mahomet going to the mountain, eh?"—Ally Sloper. Love's Tricolor. Her teeth are rows of pearls—they're white, This maiden so despotic Her cheeks are red as roses bright, 3o being patriotic,* She feels she needs the azure hue, And I, her lover, smitten, Supply the shade—she's made me blue By giving me the mitten. —Town Topics. He Was a Married Man. Pupil—What in your opinion, pro fessor, is the most difficult math ematicl problem? Poor Professor (grimly)—Trying to make both ends meet, my dear sir.— Tit-Bits. His Nemesis. Cholly—Ah—er—I've paid my suit to your daughter for a long time, sir, and— Gotrox—Well, T've looked up your past life, and think you'd better pay it to your tailor first.—N. Y. Journal. Papa's Idea of It. Little Harry—Papa, what is the still, small voice? Papa—It's the voice in which your mother makes suggestions to the cook. —Chicago Daily News. Not So Bad. When our furnaces smoke, they quite sad ly provoke Our good Christian spirit, and yet, Though they're terribly low (in the base ment, you know), They won't smoke a cigarette. —L. A. W. Bulletin. THE: KIND NEEDED. Brother—I think I must buy a razor. Sister—Yes, exactly. A beardi-raiser. •—Moonshine. His Revenge. Ha told her he could not survive If the paths they trod must lie apart She spurned him—and yet he's still alive, And that's the thing that breaks her heart. —Chicago Daily News. According to How He Felt. New Typewriter—What time am I to have my dinner hour? Employer—That depends, Miss Take down. Sometimes I lunch at 12, some times at one.—Town Topics. Too True. "We have no sausage or eggs left,** said'the pretty waitress "nothing but beef steak." "That's tough," said the boarder who paid in advance.—Puck. Scared by the Coolclnsr. She—Love, it is said, often flies out of the window. I wonder which win dow? Ee—The dining-room window, of course.—Brooklyn Life. Great Fall. "And did he fall on his knees when he proposed?" "No but he was so rattled that he stepped on the cat and fell on his neck."—Indianapolis Journal. Filling a Prescription. "My doctor says I ought to lead an active life." "Well, say, marry my wife's sister she'll keep you on the jump."—Chicago Daily Record. No Accurate Statistics. Stranger—How much pay does your city council get? Resident—Nobody knows. All we know is what its regular salary is.— Chicago Tribune Spot Cash. "Did you get "back that gold dollar piece your little boy swallowed?" "No the doctor stuck to it for his fee."—Illustrated American. There has befen mor£ placer mining in the Black Hills country this year than for tlie last ten years combined Not Strong ISnouarh for That. Ackers—Well, how am I to-day, doc tor? Dr. Heaiey—You are doing very well very well indeed. You may sit up for awhile to-day. Ackers—-Thank you, doctor that is good news. By the way, may I inquire what your bill is? Dr. Healey—Presently, presently! You are not so strong yet as yon think.—N. Y. Truth. No iaxcuse. Guest (angrily)—Your charge for three days' board is outrageous—a reg ular swindle, sirl Hotel Proprietor—You must remem ber that hotel charges are not based on what a guest consumes,- but on what is provided. The waste of food at hotels is enormous. Guest—Then why don't you cook it better?—N. Y. Weekly. Ahle to Get'Along "There goes a fellow who leads a hand-to-mouth existence." "Is that so? He looks prosperous enough." "Oh, he's prosperous enough, as far as that's concerned. He's the best den tist in town."—Chicago Daily News. Not Always Alike. "His wife, they say, has a mind of her own." "She has two of them, each most un like the other, and what bothers him is that he can't tell which will be in the ascendancy at any given time."—Chi cago Post. Slender Support. "I'm willing to stand on my merits,** exclaimed Willie Wishington. Miss Cayenne looked at him thought fully and then exclaimed: "Mr. Wish ington, have you ever had any experi ence as a tight-rope walker?"—Wash ington Star. Case of Long Standing Mrs. Fillanthrop—If you are a suf ferer from nervous prostration, as you say you are, why don't you do some thing for it? Tuffold Knutt—I do, ma'am. I'm a takin' wot they call the rest cure.— Chicago Tribune. A Diplomat. A darky Is a strategist Who far excels the troop For every time he has a fowl He gets it by a coup. —Judge. A VALUABLE SUGGESTION. Hoffman—I don't seem able to mak a success of anything, lately. Westeynd—Why don't you run a soda fountain? Then you'll have an excusc for making a fizzle.—N. Y. Times. Superlative Praise. "My first dumplings!" she exclaimed. And she looked so very sweet He was carried away and protested: "They look nice enough to eat!" —Detroit Journal. A Mean Trick. Brown—Smith claims that he could have cut me out and married you him self if he had wanted to. His Wife—Why didn't he, then? Brown—He owed me a grudge.—N. Y. Evening Journal. Trials of Matrimony. Mrs. Vanderbeek—This dress cost me many sleepless nights. Mrs. Dyer—How was that? Mrs. V.—I had to wait until Henry was asleep before 1 could go through his pockets.—Town Topics. Little Deeds of Kindness. "Clara, dear, you don't seem to no tice whether your hair gets gray or not." "No, dear Isabel I know you will keep me posted."—Chicago Daily Rec ord. All in the Family. Baggs—It is said that Dame Fortune knocks once at every man's door. Jaggs—Well, it was her daughter, Mis-Fortune, who called on me.—Bos ton Traveler. Natnral Advantages. Each one hab luck wlfout no lack, Ef properly he'd rate it. Miss Seal, she hab a sealskin sacque. But kain't appreciate it. —Washington Star. HE INVITED IT. ft mf' "Yes, and kept me sitting here look ing like a fool." "My dear George, we none of us can help what we look like!"—Tlly Sloper. Unostentatious Worth. De oyster is a humble brute, Down in de aea he hab to root. He's homely an' his shell is hard— But he's first upon de menu card. —Washington Star. Inscrutable Woman. "Pa, did you know ma long before you married her?" "Know her? Great Scott, child, 1 don't know her yet."—Chicago Daily Record. No Escape. "How did he happen to marry the young widow?" "She heard he had money."—N. Y. Evening Journal. Hla Utmost Exertions. Patient—Oh, doctor, if I could only die/:.- Doctor—I'm doing my best for jam. —Boston Courier. SiniNb Jmt Sore on Hie Lftnfr Nod TronMti Him for Yflvr*. "I had a bad cue of scrofula, sad (km was a sore on one of my fimbs which tr0O~ bled me for three or four years. I mr Hood's Sarsapariiia so highly recoraiaeadaii for scrofula that I began IskiHgtt, and Jft has completely cured me. I am sound mtS well" Cumci DIUXIT, Waiter, M. Hood's Sarsaparilla Is America's Greatest Medicine tf: six lor g&. Hood's Pflls core slek Beadsebe 25c. CONGENIAL OCCUPATION Light and Profitable Easpfmymmwt 1mm a Poor Old Man Wlw BsS Hotkiss Bat Vraey. The old stock broker limped wearily doss the familiar country road on whieb boy hood days he had often driven the cows homeward to their barn at milking time, and ever and anon some familiar feature of the landscape taught his eye. Yetxs ago his father had died and left the farm to his brother and himself. Soon tiring of the doll toil of a fanner's life, he resolved to go to the city and seek his fortune. Here his honest face secured him a posi tion with a Wall street firm, the members of the firm assuming that an honest, in genuous countenance was such a rarity in their line of business that it might attract attention and add to their clientele. Soon branching out for himself, he in time be came one of the largest operators on the street. But, caught in a crash, be was pen* niless, and was now forced to seek a home with his brother's sons, who had prospered with the farm. As he reached the familiar gate the young husbandmen saw him, and with a yell they rushed to meet their uncle. "Come right in! You shall not want for anything!" cried Jabe. "The rcom you occupied when a boy is ready for you!" shouted Bijah. "Not a lick of work shall you do!" fhinwd in another of his nephews. "ilush, boys!" said the old stock broker. I in still able to work, and shall do my share. Never shall it be said that I ate of anyone's bread and ended my days in slothfulness." "Well," answered one of the nephews, can you think of any light work about the place you could do? Something congenial, you know, that won't seem too strange and hard for you?" Yes," replied the uncle, after a pause, I have it.. I shall water the stock!"—Cin cinnati Enquirer. Wben She Was Young. Mr. De Bussy—Do you know that lady in blue? How beautiful she is! Miss Debutante—That is Miss Charmian. I think she must have been quite pretty when she was young. "How old is she?" "Twenty-two, if she's a day."—-Brooklyn Life. Liked Variety. The Judge—No two witnesses tell the same story. The Lawyer—Your honor, I arranged it that way. I didn't want to make the trial too monotonous for you.—Yonkers States man. The meaner a man is the harder he tries to lower his record.—Chicago Daily News. 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