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The neWs-herald, hillshoko, unto, rauRsuAt, may 21, 1914.
(By O. E. SE.LL,ErtS, Director of Even
ing riepartnicnt The Moody ttlble Insti
tute of Chlcugo.)
LESSON FOR MAY 24
LESSON TEXT-Lul:e 17:1-10.
QOIiDEN TEXT "Ho that elorleth, let
him glory In tho Lord." I Cor. 1:31.
This lesson -Is closely connected
with that of laBt week; -while spoken
especially to his disciples It was most
probably at the same timo and in
the same atmosphere as that of the
other lesson. The teaching Is a con
tinuation of that jUBt given and which
grew out of the hospitality Jesus re
ceived In the Pharisee's house. The
heart of Jesus was filled with compas
sion for the needy multitude. lie,
the Good Shepherd, was seeking the
lost sheep. His anger was kindled
against the men whoso love of money
and of show had calloused them in
the presence of this multitude. It
was In this spirit that ho turned and
taught his disciples.
A Special Warning. ,
I. "Take Heed to Yourselves," vv.
1-4. It is Inevitable that occasion of
stumbling shall come. Satan is not
going to lose his spoil without putting
forth his best endeavor to hold, to en
snare, to trap men. God, however,
has taken this Into his plan and makes
them to work out for the good of his
people, Ps. 7G:10; II Cor. 12:7. Why
does God permit evil In tho world?
He uses' these stumbling blocks to
test us and we who are approved are
made manifest, I Cor. 11:10. This does
not mean that we are guiltless if
through one w fall, nor minimize the
guilt of the one through whom they
come, seo Matt. 18:7. We as follow
ers must go to every possible length
to avoid being an occasion to another,
I Cor.8:9, 13 ! 10:32; Rom. 14:13. In
this lesson (v. 2) Jesus sounds a spe
cial warning against those who cause
one of his little ones to stumble, e. g.,
those weak In faith, this hungering
multitude who follow him, these
"babes in Christ," as well as children
of .tender years. Particularly, how
ever, is this doom pronounced upon
those who divert from paths of right
eousness the course of childhood. Not
only men who prey upon those of ten
der years, who exploit their labor
or cauBo their moral corruption, but
careless and Indifferent parents should
ponder these words. To hinder a child
from accepting Christ or cause it to
stumble through a sinful, example will
reap an awful retribution. The word
"these" as here UBed is another in
dication of the nearess of childhood
to our Lord in his earthly life.
To avoid such a danger each indi
vidual life must "take heed" (v. 3),
(I Tim. 5:16). Appealing to his dis
ciples JesuB showed them their true
attitude towards a sinning man was
to rebuke him, Lev. 19:17, and if he
repented he should bo forgiven. It
was here that the Pharisees and rulers
had failed. They were "blind leaders
of the blind" and failed to seo tho
eagerness of the sinners and public
ans to hear Jesus, a movement which
indicated a desire to reach a higher
moral piano. Understanding this, they
would havo forgtVen them even though
It to be unto "seven times in the day."
Forgiveness here means to dismiss or
to send away.
II. "Increase Our Faith," vv. 5:10.
Such a program as that just outlined
must have staggered the apostles as
they thought of their own inability so
to conduct their lives. This exclama
tion reveals their sense of the Impor
tance, superiority and difficulty of his
ideals. A3 wo come Into personal fel
lowship with our Lord that the eyes
of our understanding are opened and
we seo our importance and the neces
sity of having him fulfil in us that
which is lacking of his ideals. Their
petition was a recognition of ability
as well as of their need. In reBponso
to our cry ho will supply, Mark 9:
24-27. Nothing is impossible to him
(v. 6), Phil. 4:13. The Illustration is
one easy to remember. Tho insignifi
cant llttlo seed of tho mustard has
in it tremendous power of growth and
development, many thousand times
Its own weight and bulk, see Matt.
13:31, 32, because it is linked with
God's tremendous laws of life, with
omnipotence. Our Lord contrasts
such power with the removal of a
sycamore tree; small wonder we re
ceive such a vivid and lasting lesson
of tho power of faith, even the weak
est faith. Faith is a principle neces
sary to overcome the obstacles In
tho way of measuring up to his Ideals
it It is of the right quality, It ts equal
to the doing of the most mighty things.
Passing from this contrast Jesus uses
tho parable which follows (vs. 7-10).
Tho word ''bu,t" would suggest an ap
parent departure from this subject
It Is, however, a correction of any
false Idea that may have arisen that
tho doing of duty can be the cause
of boastfulnuss or create any rights
whereby wo may expect any special
reward for service. The disciples,
as has been suggested, realized the
difficulty of obeying his commands,
yet they know that such obedience
would assure them the highest re
wards of faith. His words implied
and warranted such a conclusion,
hence be warns them not to make the
reward the motive of their service.
1 JIES TUB ER
By HAROLD CARTER.
Big Jim Turner had taken It into
his mind to come into Balboa. Thcro
was nothing particularly admlrablo
about that little East African coast
settlement, which consisted of two
dance halls, four gambling establish
ments, and nine saloons, besides the
administrator's residence; but tho
mining camp in tho Interior did not
possess any of these advantages. Do
sides, Big Jim had Just shot and seri
ously wounded a thieving partner of
his, and he had concluded that Balboa
was the best placo of temporary
He had counted tho money In his
pockets. He had four hundred and
twelve pounds nearly two thousand
dollars. It had been his Idea to spend
that In n month of riotous living, at
the end of which time, no doubt, his
partner having recovered, there would
be room for him at the mining camp
again. But as ho stood In the midst
of the single street that Balboa pos
sessed, and surveyed the sceno rath
er unsteadily, a monstrous thought
took birth In his brain.
Slowly ho pulled a letter from his
pocket and read the writing by the
light of tho lamp above Sheeley's
"My dear Sir James," It ran.
"We herewith enclose you the sum
of one hundred pounds, which, as we
mentioned in our previous letter, was
left you by your father, the late
baronet. As you are aware, unfor
tunately Sir Edwin never relented in
his attitude toward you, and, though
the title has come to you, the estates,
which were not entailed, have passed
to your younger brother. If we may
take tho liberty of saying so, there ex
ists no reason why you should not re
turn to England. While society, un
fortunately, 1b not apt to relent to
ward a man who Is a baronet without
an income, we have assurance that
the parties whom you have affronted
are anxious that the affair which led
you to expatriate yourself be forgot
ten. "Kindly keep us advised as to your
circumstances, so that, in case there
should bo a new heir, or In case of
your unfortunate demise, we may be
in a position to take measures accord
ingly." Tho letter was signed by a firm of
Big Jim laughed rather hollowly
and turned Into Sheeley's. The place
was packed with mining men and
Saw That She Was Staring at Him.
Portuguese traders from the interior,
and all were exuberant. The crowd
had money to burn, for no poor man
could havo had business in that part
of the coast on which Balboa was feitu
ated. "What the 1" Big Jim began, star
ing behind the bar. Mechanically his
hand went up to his bead and came
"away with his hat in it, a circum
stance which surprised him mightily.
Behind tho bar stood a fair-haired,
ruddy-cheeked English .girl, polishing
glasses, and evidently' looking with
horror and dread upon tho motley
crew assembled in the saloon.
The barmaid was an institution all
along the East African littoral, Just
as in tho homo country; but tho typo
of woman who was to be found in
these places was strikingly the re
verso of the delicate, refined-looking
girl who was serving at Sheeley's.
"Present me, Sheeley," muttered
Big Jim with mock courtesy. But as
his eyes cpntlnued to dwell on tho
girl's face he rocolled a pace or two
and stared at her in dawning remem
brance, and he saw tho answering rec
ognition in her own eyes.
"She's my now attendant," said
Sheeley, grinning. "Got her through
an advertisement in the London pa
pers. I didn't tell you fellows I
wanted it to be a surprise. I guoss
she hasn't seen much of the trade and.
thought Balboa was a shade bigger
and quieter than It is. She "
"I didn't ask the lady's history. I
want to know her name," growled Big
"Now, Jim, don't get ugly and I'll
tell you," answered the saloonkeeper,
pushing a bottle toward him.
But Big Jim pushed it away with a
sense of physical nausea. No need to
ask further. Ho looked at tho girl
I again and saw that she was staring
' nt film nHll nnri Minf tTia rannemlHnn
V .. , mHM vMV V J uwwbu-w-
"I suppose you wasn't here when
sho arrived," said Sheeley. "That'
was two weeks ago. I thought I'd got
n rnrc 'un whon I caught sl;ht of he
pretty face, but she ain't no sport at
all. I mado n mistake, that's all."
Big Jim heard the words only vague
ly. He had turned and stridden out
of the saloon, and now, outside, ho
was Bcelng tho past bIx years of his
life In review before him.
Six years before James Turner, the
eldest son of Sir Edwin, ninth baronet
nnd a rich landed proprietor, had been
one of the most sought-after heirs In
England. Ho had Just como homo
from tho university; ho was engaged
to Lady Mary Hamilton, a charming
girl, and the only daughter of his fa
ther's oldest friend, whoso estates ad
Joined his own. James Turner had
never loved Lady Mary; he had drift
ed into tho engagement at his father's
wish, and thought himself happy
enough until Kitty Munroo appeared
upon tho sceno. Kitty was a girl of
good birth in reduced circumstances;
sho was Lady Mary's companion.
It was tho old Btory of a love unhal
lowed by tho sanction of church or
law, or of society. When the dlBCov
ery camo about Sir Edwin was furi
ous. Ho cut his son out of his will,
except for a hundred pounds, "with
which to go to the devil," as he ters
ly expressed himself. James Turner
packed his belongings and started for
Capetown. Ho worked his way up
the coast, and there were few frontier
settlements In that vast land that did
not know him either by sight or else
by reputation as a brawler and a
James Turner had "gone to the
devil," indeed, but Kitty Munroe had
been a mighty factor in that event
Ho had sought her everywhere before
he sailed. But the girl, cast off and
disowned, like himself, and not wish
ing to become a drag upon him, had
hidden herself from prying eyes. No
body knew what had become of her.
She had not become submerged, but
she had quietly effaced herself and set
herself to earn her living as a wait
ress In a London restaurant. Bear
ing the Indelible stigma of her shame,
but carrying In her heart also the un-
forgotten memory of her love, sho
had lived in London alone until the
lure of Sheeley's lying advertisement
Induced her to venture In Balboa,
which she imagined to be a flourish
ing and settled town. Her two weeks
there had been a terrible nightmare.
But there was no refuge for her until
sho had worked out the passage
A year after Jim's departure Lady
Mary had married his younger broth
er, and she now held rule over the es
tates which should have been Jim's.
Big Jim stood outside, remember
ing mournfully the past. What an ass
he had made of himself! And now,
the girl he had sought so long had
stood face to face with him once more,
and they had looked into each other's
eyes again with shame and terror, and
yet not unforgetful' of those days of
passion and self-sacrifice so long ago.
A hideous tumult In the saloon be
hind him recalled Big Jim to his sur
roundings. A woman's scream rang
out. He turned and hurried back. Aa
he entered the door he perceived one
of the Portuguese traders standing
with one arm round the waist of the
struggling girl, while with his free
hand ho flourished an ugly-looking re
volver and defied every Englishman
in the place to take her from him.
Jim strode up to tho man and struck
him In the face, knocking the revolver
to the floor. Domlnguez fell forward,
half stunned, but the trigger of tho
falling weapon struck the corner of
the counter and exploded the charge.
Big Jim felt a stinging sensation in
his shoulder. Next moment, with a
wild cry, In which were contained all
tho hatreds and all the despair of tho
past years, he had leaped forward
into the group of threatening Portu
guese, knocking their knives aside
and dealing mighty blows with his
big fists. A general melee arose im
mediately. Lamps were overturned,
and the struggling mob, Inflamed with
drink, fought and hacked at each oth
er in the darkness until a smolder of
smoke and the flicker of flames an
nounced the end of Sheeley's.
It was pitch dark, save where tho
lurid rays of the burning building cast
a glow upon tho demon-like forms that
fought and battled. All the evil ele
ments In Balboa seemed to havo
rushed to plunder and destroy. Half
castes, with swarthy, abominable
faces, crept in amng the struggling
men, reaching out for bottles of wine
and dealing stealthy blows. Big Jim
was in the thick of it, but ho no longer
knew friend from foe. Ho was bleed
ing from three knife wounds, he was
stunned and reeling back against a
door, and they were leaping at him
like hounds at a noble stag. Sudden
ly the door opened behind him. A soft
hand reached out and groped for his.
Jim plunged forward blindly Into tho
darkness, and tho door slammed to
The girl's hand was in his. "Como
this way!" she was whispering. Sho
led him through a narrow passage,
along a path among a maze of out
buildings, until at last they found
themselves in the darkness under tho
palms, with the scrub brush of tho
impenetrable forests not fifty feet
away and tho plashing sea near by.
There they stopped. He could Just
see her faco in the starlight
"Jim!" she whispered,
"Kitty!" he answered hoarsely.
"What is it to be?"
"I don't know," sho cried passion
ately. "Let me go, Jim."
"Back there?" ho exclaimed. "Kit
ty Kitty, you are mine now. Our
lives must never part again. Wher
ever we go, you are mine always."
Their lips met in the darkness; he
drew her into his arms a moment,
and then, together, they plunged into
tho mighty forast.
(Copyright, 1911, by W. O. ChapmanJ
AN ARTIST'S DREAMS
By H. M. EGBERT.
John Tarbox sat at his desk, his
head bent over a sheet of white paper.
His fountain pen was poised between
his fingers. Ho was a writer, and In
a moment ho would be plunged into
tho sweet delirium of creative litera
ture. Suddenly a disturbing element burst
In-upon his peace. Tarbox looked up.
Beside him, with a half loving, half
pitying, wholly maternal expression
upon her face, stood one of the pret
tiest women imaginable. Her hair
was soft and fluffy, her gentle gray
eyes sparkled with good-humored tol
erance and kindly good will.
"John, dear, here Is a letter for
you," said this apparition. "Do you
want tho turnips mashed for supper
or boiled whole?"
John groaned in spirit.
"Put It down, Molly," he said. "The
turnips? O, any old way."
Molly Tarbox placed tho letter upon
"I'll leave It here so that you won't
forget to read it," sho said. "I do
hope It Ib an offer of a position. And
remember, John dear," she shook her
finger warningly, "there Isn't much
money left, even for turnips. Havo
you got an Idea?"
"Yes!" yelled her husband, running
his fingers through his hair.
Molly smiled discerningly and with
drew. There had been a time when
she would havo been dismayed at
John's speaking to her In that tone
of voice. But she was wiser now. She
went out of the room, still smiling.
John Tarbox groaned In desolation
"Turnips!" he muttered contemptu
ously. "And now it's gone! Just
when I had the situation in hand
gone! Spoiled for a turnip! O, why
didn't I marry a woman who would
have understood me?"
John Tarbox was not a brute; he
was a creative artist. He and Molly
loved each other sincerely. But Molly
was not artistic by temperament; if
she had been there would probably
not even have been turnips.
John Tarbox lowered his head upon
his arms in agony of soul, and pres
ently ho fell Into an uneasy sleep. In
hlB sleep he had a strange succession
Dream No. 1. John Tarbox, coated
ivlth whltfi Hllflt. nnrt npntpri ntnnnp n
number of heaps of squared slabs, was
chipping with a chisel upon the sur
face of a glazed brick. Upon his head
was a sort of mitre, which only partly
He Looked Up.
warded off the rays of a very hot sun.
He was chiseling out a series of
strange, arrow-like marks upon the
glazed surface in front of him, and ho
seemed to understand perfectly what
ho was doing, although he could not
have explained it
A disturbing element broke in upon
his peace. Ho looked up. Beside him,
wearing a half loving, halt pitying,
and wholly maternal expression upon
her face, stood one of the prettiest
women imaginable. She was dressed
in a long, flowing blanket, and her
dark hair was bound back with a
-fillet The words sho spoke, though
strange, were perfectly intelligible to
"John, dear," he understood her to
say, "Melchisedek, the high priest,
says that if you will do some inscrip
tions for him upon the temple col
umns, he will pay you 65 shekels a
month. His majesty wants to make
a few remarks about his, victory over
the Jebusltes. Do you want the kid
stewed or fried In palm oil for sup
per?" John Tarbox groaned in spirit.
"Toll Melchisedek to go to Gehen
na," ho answered. "Cook tho kid any
old way. Boll it in its mother's milk.
Now you've driven that idea clean out
of my head."
He was alone again. He looked up
at the blue expanse of the sky.
"O Bel," ho prayed, "next timo thou
brlngest me back to earthly life, be
stow on me a woman who can un
Dream No. 2. John Tarbox, wearing
a short tight blanket of goat's hair,
sat in the shade of a colonnade, writ
ing with a roed pen upon a roll of
papyrus. He had Just dipped his pen
into tho inkhorn when a disturbing in
fluence nrrested his hand. He looked
up, to see besldo him, wearing a half
loving, half pitying and wholly mater
nal expression, on of tho prettiest
women in tho world. She was, dressed,
like himself, In a blanket, only long
er, and her Jet-black hair fell about
"John," she said to him In a tongue
vhlch was quite comprehensible,
though strange, "here's a chanco for
us to get a llttlo bit ahead. The proph
et Jeremiah says he can use a lamen
tation every day except tho Sabbath.
Ho sas he has got tired of repeating
himself, and if ou have the good3, let
him see them. How would you liko
tho scape-goat cooked this after
noon?" John Tarbox threw out his hand and
tipped the Inkhorn over.
"Tell him to go to Jericho!" he
roared. "Now you've put that proph
ecy of mine clean out of my head."
He bowed his head among tho tem
ple columns. "Why wasn't I born In
the patriarchal age!" he groaned.
Dream No. 3. John Tarbox, clothed
In a nine-foot blanket and wearing
No. 10 sandals, wae seated at a low
table, etching upon a waxed tablet
with a sort of darning needle. He
worked fast and furiously, absorbed in
his task. But as he wrote ho became
conscious of a disturbing element In
(ho situation. He looked up, to see
beside him, wearing a half loving, half
pitying, and wholly maternal expres
sion upoh her face, one of the pretti
est women imaginable. Her flowing
robe was girdled at the waist, and
her red hair was colled gracefully at
the back of her head.
"John dear,'1 she said, in a partly
familiar language whoso Import, nev
ertheless, was very clear to him,
"Cassius Caesar's head slave Is wait
ing in the atrlus. Caesar says he wants
2,000 more words about his Gallic
wars for his publisher before sunset
tomorrow, on the same terms as be
fore, Caesar to supply all the material.
And LucuIIub has sent us 15 nightin
gales' tongues, which were left over
from his party last night. Would you
rather have them scalloped or en
John Tarbox groaned In agony of
"Tell Caesar I've got etcher's
cramp," he answered. "The tongues?
O, can them! Now you've made mo
forget what I was going to write
Ho was alone. Every vestige of an
Idea had left him. His stylus fell from
"O Proserpine," he prayed, "who
presidest over the destinies of mor
tals, next time thou sendest me forth
from the infernal regions, send with
me a woman who has the power to un
Dream No. 4. John Tarbox, dressed
in a linen sack coat, with bare legs
somewhat mottled by the east wind,
was standing upon a castle parapet,
fingering a mandolin. His eyes were
directed toward a small barred win
dow, a few feet above his head, at
which the Countess Leopardheart oc
casionally took the air. A love song,
which had just come to him, hovered
upon his lips
But before he could fit the first
word to the tune he became conscious
of a disturbing element in the situa
tion. At the barred window appear
ed the face, not of the Countess Leop
ardheart, but of one of the prettiest
women Imaginable She wore a half
loving, half pitying, and wholly ma
ternal expression upon her face, and
her long, amber-colored hair was held
high over her head with two tortoise
shell pins and a bird cage.
"John, dear," she said, In a tongue
which reminded him of the French
class that his wife used to attend, "1
Just dropped in to see the countess,
and she says she hasn't time to come
to the window, because Count Leop
ardheart Is expected back from tho
Second Crusade this afternoon, but
she wants me to drop down this rose
to you, and If you'll compose a martial
air in honor of his return she'll get
you a position about tho castle. And,
John, she's ordered a barbecue from
tho butcher, and wonders whether you
think It ought to be stuffed or not."
John Tarbox's mandolin fell from
his nerveless fingers, and the wind
blew ley cold about his knees.
"Tell her to go to Antloch!" he
shouted. "Now you've made me for
get every word of that madrigal!"
He turned away. "If the heresy be
true of thoso who say that wo come
more than once to birth," he mused,
"may I obtain a woman next time who
will understand me!" Ho stopped, for
a sudden light had come to him,
"Haven't I met that woman some
where before?" he asked.
John Tarbox awoke. A strong odor
of turnips, which had wafted Into his
room from the region below, warned
him that supper time was at hand. He
looked around him, dazed by the
strange experiences which he had
undergone. Upon tho cover of his paper-box
a letter lay. John opened and
"John, dear," said Molly, coming out
of the kitchen, "can you eat layer
cake without tho layer? I loft It out
John waved the letter at her.
"Never mind that! Listen, Molly 1
Griggs wants me to do some writing
"Mr. Griggs!" exclaimed his wife.
"What sort of writing can he havo
to offer you?"
"He wants me to write insurance
policies," answered John. "And,
Molly" He looked at her and hesi
tated. "I'm glad I've got you, my dear,
and I think I ought to accept after it
has been offered to me so many times,
"I don't know what you mean,
John," answered Molly, "but 8uppera
(Cowrrlght. 1911. bjV, a CbaprauL)
May 18. 1014
Horman Charles and wife vlsltnl
Frank Orebaugh and family, at Shack
Born to Fred Roush and wife on
May 11, a daughter.
1 Mrs. R. II. Hopkins, of Georgetown,
Is the guest of Hiram Pliolpps ani
i wife this week.
Edwin Fa v. ley and family, of Union,
spent Sunday wltli John Roush and
A. R Stockwell and wife visited tl e
latter's .sister, Mrs. Geo. Wood, tb
Martinsville, Sunday and Monday.
Lawrence Landess, of Hlllsboro, w.ss
the guest of relatives and friends he a
Mrs. Rachel Donnelly Is spending a
few days with her daughter, Mrs.
Rissa Beard, In Hlllsboro.
Paul Bennington was the guest of
relatives at Pricetown Sunday.
I Miss Luella Wood, of Hlllsboro, Is
spending the week with her mother,
Mrs. El en Wood. Mrs. Wood visit. d
reiauves at .cast ijanvme, Sunday.
Edw. Knauer and family visited
Henry Pence and wife, at South Ltl
The band was rehearsing and drilling
Sunday afternoon preparing for Lei-o-ratlon
day services. They have be. ti
engaged for the occasion at Sugartiea
Thomas Berry, who is attending O.
S. U., spent Saturday and Sunday it h
his mother, Mrs. Wm. Berry.
Dr. Cropper and two daughtus,
Ruth and Helen, visited Geo. Vai.ce
and wife, at New Market, Sunday.
Gale Wilkin entertained the fnllmv.
itlg guests at dinner Kunrlar fJl, nn
Wilkin ann Ansel Thomas, of Ill.s
boro, Hurley Carrier, of East Dam i s,
Karl Stockwell, Chester and Alur.c
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May 18, 1!H4
Ova Roberts and wife and MIsm La y
Fenwiek were guests of M. M. orU
man and family, Sunday.
F. F. Stevens and wife arid .-on,
George, and daughter, Helen, of lli.l
boro, and l)r Roads and familt. of
Leesburg, jpent Sundaj with the lor
ruer's mother, Mrs. Margaret Sieve, s.
John Newton and family, of llli s
boro, visited Jacoo Slultz and f.tirily,
Miss Grace Shaffer spent last wei k
with Miss Ethel Cochran, at DanWi.e.
Paul Bennington spent Sundaj wi li
his grandparents, E N. Pulllam ami
Mrs. Molly Worknun, of milsboro,
spent Saturday night and Sunday wi. u
Mrs. Ella Smith spent the laf.ei put
of the week with P C. Robinson ai l
family, at Lynchburg.
Mrs. Ora Workman and children
spent one day last week will) her
father, 13. F. Cochran, near Dan v. i.e.
James Campbell and family a d
Carey Laymon and wife and son, of
Mt. Orab, spent Sunday afiurimon
with P. H. Shaffer and famllj .
Rev. Well, Charley Barlow, CI md
Gossett and sister, Letha, were enter
tained by Theodore Shaffer ami wlfo,
D. A. Pulllam and wife spent Siii
day afternoon with Matt Pulllam nd
Mrs. Ora Shaffer and children -pi ut
Sunday afternoon with her paient-, .1.
C. Landess and wife.
Perry Emery and family were u-sis
of ferry Moberly and wife, Sti'ida
This community was sorry o i..ir
of the death of Mrs. Hon er Kiwle.
She was formerly a resldem of n,Is
place and had many friends lra
MissXellle Stultz Is visiting rela
tives in Hlllsboro
Farmers are about through planting
SiSure and Safe Remedy for
DYSPEPSIA and all
Seven Barks, which is the extract of
Hoots and Herbs, will make your food
digest, banish Headaches, regulate
your Liver and Kidneys, give you
new life, and keep you well. Price
50 eta. a bottle at 11 druggists or
from the proprietor,
Ijmta Brown. 18 Murray St, New York CHy.