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THE DAILY BULLETIN.
BT TBB AUTHOR OF "PKNKLOPB," BTCt
' iContlnaed From Last Sunday's Dally
"Madgie 1" be iayi softly, and puu hti
arm around me. "My child, it U good to
see your sweet face agalu."
Leaning my bead against hit breast, I
look up into tbe eyes so full of love that
are bent on mine.
And, Humphrey, I sin gtad you have
' come home," I whisper, and feel blm raise
my hands with a quick, passionate move
ment, to lay them about bis neck.
Madgie, it Is worth all the weary weeks
to hear such words from your Hps. Kiss
me, darling a kiss of welcome."
I give biin tbe caress that be asks for,
and then stand by bis side, smiling, to
bear bis joy at coming home again.
Aud my wife Is look.'ug so pretty," be
says. Felicia has beeu longing to see you,
Madgie. I have described you o often
that 'ou are no stranger to her, dear."
"xiumphrey, is she grieving much for
hor brother? She looks so lad."
Yes, poor child; she feels bis loss
greatly, lie was tbe only relative she bad
in the world, and now be Is gone. Her
grief was very terrible for tbe first few
days after bis death."
Tcll me about him, Humphrey."
My husband's voice grows sad.
loor Grant! His joy to see me was
very great ; be died quite bappy after t'ut,
wbon he knew Felicia would huve a frieud.
I think you will like her, .Madgie; she is
very quiet and gentle."
Ashe is speaking Felicia Grant comes
slowly into the room. She has been cry
ing, and her eyes look heavy with tears.
Humphrey wheels round a large chair to
"Felicia, I am sure you are cold and
tired," be say,iid she thanks him with a
And then we talk about the Journey un
til Bernard announces that "dinner is
1 observe Felicia Giant more closely In
tbe full light, and ilnd something very at
tractive In the pale oval face, and tbe dark
fringed urowu eves. Her fair hair is
drawu back simply from her forehead,
showing the delicate bluc-veincd temples,
and she has very thick and long hair hang
ing ina great heavy pluit tied with black
ribbon. I kin sure she must be very
pretty when not quite ao weary and sad
looking; and on the whole I am favorably
impressed by Felicia Grant. Hhe Is very
clever, Humphrey says, and an artist; and
it is well for tbe poor girl that she has
been endowed with such gifts, for she has
to work for herself now, and intends to
be a governess when she can hear of a sit
uation that is suitable.
Humphrey's face is a study to-night; bis
eyes follow my every movement, and lie
smiles wben 1 look iu bis drection. It
makes me sad to have any one so fond of
me, to think that tbe touch of my fingers,
the sound of my voice, send a thrill through
his heart and awake an echo there. Why
does ho care for mef What did he seo and
find in me to waxte all his love and lavish
the affection of bis whole nature on my
loveless self for I am without love for
Felicia Grant goes to bed early. I see
her to her room, and then go down and
join my husband in the library. He is sit
ting by the tire smoking, and looks up with
a smile as I come Hitting iu and kneel down
on the hearth-rug at bis feet. J he liirlit
shines on bis face, on bis thick curly beard,
and gleams in bis smiling ayes. How well
I know tbe grave rugged face now f How
familiar is I lie lung figure leaning back in
the leather arm-chair and looking down at
me, as, with one elliu; on tnj kno, my
chin on my o),eu palm, I gaze into my bus
band's face! I have something to say to
blm, and the sooner I Bay it tbe better.
"Humphrey, were you angry because I
would not go with you to New Yorkf"
He pulls slowly at bis precious meer
schaum for a couple of seconds, and then
"What made you think that, my child?"
"Because 1 know I ought to have gone,"
I answer in a low voice, like a child con
fessing a fault, my eyes tlxed on his face.
"But Humphrey, I could not; for if Dee
bad died, 1 should never have been happy
"It was a choice between Bee and your
husband, and you let your heart decide,"
be says, uot sadly, but with a strange qui
etness of voice and manner; and his hand
steal down to my shoulder. "Madgie, I
do not think you could even guess what it
cost me to leave you and go away alone"
"Did you think I was unkind?" I falter:
and a little gleam of a smile creeps into bis
"Not unkind. But it is all over now,
Madgie. 1 have come home, and my wife
is glad to see mo again."
"Yes, for 1 was very lonely;" and my
yes smite uacK into Ms.
"Lonely always?" be says.
Tho question is imt suddenly and slirm.t.
ly, with a change in his voice; and I look
at him suddenly as I answer
"I uever was lonely at Hlpley, or when
1 was out riding with C'aptalu Uelacourt.'
mi. - . .
mo luoiiieni mo worus nau passed my
lips I am sorry, for I see that I have made
a mistake; and a strange hard look comes
into Humphrey's face.
"I do not think I was much missed, after
11," he says in a harsh whisper. I was a
lool to expect it!"
"Frightened by bis manner, hurt to the
ncan, by ms hard, ulttor words, I bend my
ueau uu urst out soL'Dllig.
"Humphrey, Humphrey, what have
"Nothing," bo answers stillly, and then
stoops and presses mo to him tightly, ut-
M-riug not a wura, uui a aeep sign oreuks
TOHl 111 iips.
au me, wiiiit a miserable marriage
.nun ui i i-aiinui make my unsound bap-
Uy-and-by I look into bis face, and see
the cloud there, heavy and black still.
"Humphrey," I si y, xhull I tell you a
vow I made this evening when watching
for you to come home?"
He does not answer, be only looks back
steadily into my eyes.
tnn, u" .t0Jlv,J for 7u'" 1 n "And I
? V,ndecd 1 dld Humphrey I"
buttw T you my child," be answers;
llenMbv'tW hHr.lhru ,nd . '
broad gold r.ngn7lrn';.7o
fight glCMn Wd of th" VS
"Come here," Humphrey request
I go back to his side and auM?
traight, by his chair, my hands clawed
together. "Madgie," he says, and lays UU
hand over mine, "when I told my friend
Grant that my wife was very beautiful, he
said. 'Take care then that you kecDhold
of her heart, and keep her whole love for
your own an uer heart.' Ah, Madgie
think it is a very faint hold 1 have, after
TIIE DAILY CAIRO BULLETIN: SUNDAY
I do not understand bis meaning, npr
why his eyes look so sadly up Into mine.
"I do like you, Humphrey," I aay with
pltilul earnestness. "Don't you believe
that I do?"
"I bcllcvo that you like mo yes."
"Ob, dear I Is It always to bo this old
question of liking and loving? With a
sudden rush of feeling I bend low till my
Up rest on his forehead.
"Humphrey, my husband, I am happy
with you. Won't you believe that I want
nothing more now?"
"Only Bee between us?" he asks in a
trange quick whisper; and 1 can seo the
blood rush to his temples.
"Only Bee," I answer, and smllo gaily,
for we are friends again. And a great con
tentment comes into my husband's face.
Five minutes afterwards I am sitting by
his side laughing, telling him of tho tab.
liaux in prospect. Humphrey is pleased,
and laughs at my humorous description of
the many difficulties surmounted. "Beau
ty and the Beast" brings a smllo to his luce
but it dios away when he hears it was
Captain Delacourt's suggestion.
Felicia Grant docs not trouble me much
after all; she is very quiet, and spend a
great deal of her time in her own room.
She will not go beyond tho grounds. I
think her grief is too keen and recent to
make it possible for her to go amongst
In a week we have all settled down
again, Humphrey to his painting, Felicia
to quiet solitude, and the tableaux occupy
nearly all my thoughts and time. The In
vitatlons bavo gone out; we have written
to London for the dresses; and wo ore all
trying dili('utly to read up our parts, so
that we sbull look tbe characters when tho
time comes. Chris takes upon himself
the building and arrangement of tbe stage,
and Captain Delacourt is stage-mamiger.
Every morning finds me at Ripley, for
we are supposed to be preparing fur a full
dress rehearsal at which the Misses Blake
are to appear, also one or two mild young
men belonging to the neighborhood, sulta.
ble for the insignificant r:trts allotted to
them. There seems to be a truce between
Gcorgie and Sir Jasper, for there bus been
peace between them for fully three days.
Humphrey laughingly declares that he
might as well have no wife, as be sees so
little of me ; and every afternoon be comes
over to Kipley, either on foot or in tho car.
riage, to take mo home.
I will walk home with you, Mrs. Car.
stairs," Captain Dehicourt says on one oc
casion. "It is a shame to drag your hus
band over hero every day away from his
And so quite innocently I say to Hum.
phrcy one morning, as I peep into bis ate
lier' to say good-bye.
"Captain Dclacourt will bring me home;
so you need not trouble to come over."
Humphrey says nothing; he only lays
down his brush and nuibl-stick and rises to
"Good-bye," I say gayly, aivl nod to Fe
licia, who raises her eyes and smiles grave,
ly I often wonder what she is thinking of,
sitting so quietly at her easel hour after
hour". "Good-bye, Humphrey; I Mial! be
back for afternoon tea."
I try to slip past him as be stands, tall
and silent, blocking up the door-way.
"Won't you let inopass?" 1 say, looking
up at him laughingly and then buck ut Fe
licia, who Is sitting with her bead bent
over her work and a great white apron
over her black dress. "Humphrey !"
Not a word comes from him; and, with
a half start, I bcc that only by a strong ef
fort is ho keeping himself under control.
"I will come down stairs with you," he
says, getting out the words with difficulty,
as If afraid of saying more.
He opens tho door wide. I pass out, and
lie follows, shutting the door again; aud
together we go down the stairs and into
the ball. - 'I'Ihtp we pause, and look anot
Uic oilier, I never dreaming of the storm
of passion rising and surging in bis heart
as I stand, gay and careless, arrayed lu vei-
vet and furs, laughing up at him as he
looks at me.
"Why, Humphrey, what is the matter?"
"Madgie, I wish" you to wait at Kipley
till I come for you this afternoon." I
I gaze at him In astonishment.
"Of course, if you wish it. But why need
you coine, when you are so busy at your
Tbe veins in his temples stand out sud
denly like cords.
"Becauso I think I am tbe ilttest escort
for my wife."
At the tone in bis voico I feel the blood
rush to my face; but no dawning of his
real meaning reaches me yet. Only the old
grievance recurs to my mind, and I try to
set matters straight.
"Humphrey, I should like you to come;
but I fancied that in these short days you
nice all tho light for your picture."
"My picture before mv wife?" bo says
bitterly. "Madgie, subterfuges do not
suit you. Oh, child, would to Heaven I
had never left you.J"
What does he mean? With a strange
shiver I creep a little nearer to him.
"Humphrey, what is it? I will stay at
homo If you wish. I cannot go and think
all day that you are angry with nie."
"Angry with you!" lie murmurs, with a
quiver of unutterable tenderness in bis
vob;e. My little Madgie, Heaven forgive
me if I have Judged you wrongly 1"
"Did you think 1 did not want to walk
home with you, Humphrey?" my falter
ing voice breaks In; and 1 look up with
"Go my child," he says, and stooping,
presses ms lips to my upturned face.
"iou will come lor me?" I interrogate
and, woman-like get tho best of the quar-
rei ancr an.
"Yes, I will come," bo says, with
strange smllo dawning in his eyes.
Tbe stage is complete, the arrangements
for lighting the tableaux are perfect, and
oh, triumph of art! the curtain goes up
and down witnuut a hitcii. Wo aro at the
hoight of bliss when Humphrey walks in
in the afternoon and stands suddenly in the
miast or us.
"I said I would see you home," says
Captain Dclacourt; and his dark eyes look
suddenly Into mine.
"Humphrey wished to come," I auswer
carelessly, not heeding theimplled reproach
in his tone; "and it will save you tho
trouble, Captain Delacourt."
Then Humphrey comes up, courteous and
pleasant, talking to Georgtc, who is chat
tering away at bis elbow. '
"Mr. Carstairs," she says, "you must
come to tho rehearsal to-morrow night a
full-dress rehearsal. Tho Blakcs are to be
here, Jack Harpington, and everybody;
and you are to bo Klsera to my Jacl."
"i win do anything you like," Humphrey
answers, laughing. "Madgie, aro you
ready? Ills getting late."
My husband and I drive Immn In iin
I feel aggrieved I know not why and
-. v .v uu uiminu tunc i union mat num.
jmreyi visit to America has not Improved
--.n,Ti, oi -nm. me auvent or Felicia
virant has made him less tolerant of my
MJ faults and fallings. 1
" d7 1 "eo hlra tudy"l5 with a
leaux WPnu thC Pro&rammo of luo b
"You ai i'tt everything with Cawtalu
Dcuienuri," no remarks quiciiy, now is
1 tlou't know. Ho arranged it all,"
I answer, "and 1 am sure that it does not
Humphrey knits bis brows, lays tho pro
gramme down, and says no more.
He goes with mo to tho rehearsal in tho
evening; and not for ono moment do I
dieiiin ol tho thoughts passing through
bis mind, in the excltomont that follows,
tho whirl ami hurry of dressing for tho
dill'crent characters, 1 forgot a certain
grave lorebwding look that seems to be
haunting my h minimi's face, and taking up
Its station there.
I think Georgle forgets that she is Elaine (
and tbe sad face bent over Sir Lancelot's
shield is sorrowful, more from her own
thoughts than the love that wore away the
lily maid of Astolat."
"I have gone mad ; I love you; let me die I"
Her long lashes droop and quiver when
fiir Jasper, clad in armor from head to
foot, looking a veritable Lancelot, stands
at her side.
I can feel nothing but amusement a
wild glee and hilarity at the whole thing;
and Amy Rqbsart laughs In tbe Earl or
Leicester's face, and in the second scene
smiles gleefully at the Queen's feet; for
Elinor Blake, who represents Queen Eliza
beth, takes the part in a very fury of in
dignation (for even the wildest imagina
tion cannot call her hair auburn red it is
undeniably); and Miss Blake is cut to tbe
heart at poor Chris saying ignorantly
"I think you will make a famous Queen
So I laugh, and answer with a gay smile
Leicester's adoring looks.
"You must not look like that," he whls
pers, bending his head and looking every
inch a courtier in his rich and costly dress.
"Mrs. Carstairs, cannot yon feel it more
than that I"
"Feel what?" I ask mischievously; for
tbe Karl's face is getting distressed.
"Feel as Amy must have felt for Lei
ccster," he whispers, and holds my hand t
"Will this do, Chris?" he calls out.
"Madgie," cries Georgle, "you must not
laugh !" And I try to think or Amy Rob
sart and look grave.
Poor Chris I His comely face is Hushed
and bis blue eyes are full of trouble. He
appears in the next scene, evidently quite
"tsea" about his part, and feeling any
thing but at home in tbe dress of a Prus
sian cavalry soldier.
This tableaux is entitled in the pro
jraninie "Incident of tbe Franco-German
War," and represents a soldier bidding a
touching farewell to his sweetheart. Mil
dred Blake, with a fair wig and a long
plait down her bark, lakes the part of sob
blngGretchen, and seems nothing loath to
precipitate herself into the stalwart arms
of Chris. Crimsoning to the roots ol his
fair hair, Chris takes her band gingerly
and retreats across the stags as she ad
vances, nearly tripping over bis steel scab
bard in his confusion.
Captain Delacourt calls out laughingly:
"Steady, Chris; and don't stand like a
"What am I to do?" poor Chris says; and
his face upsets all our gravity.
Captain Delacourt comes to the rescue.
I, say, Chris can't you imagine what a
fellow roust feel when leaving the girl he
cares for and all that?"
"I can't imagine what I have never felt.
Will this do?" standing at attention three
feet at least from Miss Blake, who looks
plaintively up Into his handsome face.
Miss Blake feels the part," observes Sir
You are pleased to be satirical, Sir Jas
per," says Georgle; and she looks at him,
standing with her long hair flowing over
her shoulders as she appears as Jael, tbe
wife of Heber.
rut your heart in your face, Chris,"
says Captain Delucourt, who is at bis wits'
end. "Carstairs, could you group them''
Humphrey areflrdingly advao't-js to th
stage, bends Cbr'.ii's stiff f J bow, aud plac
Gretchen close to him, with one hand over
her eyes and the other held tightly by the
"Capital! It takes an artist to group a
picture I" cried Georgie. "Oh, Chris, you
look splendid 1"
"I feel an awful fool!" he says, and beats
an ignominious retreat.
Miss Blake looks from one to another ap
"Did I look well? I felt so frightened."
We all assure her that she looked the
part and more, and tbe rehearsal goes on
with unabated vigor.
"How Bcc would glory in this I" I say to
Humphrey ; and he smiles.
"1 think that you glory in it, Madgie,"
he answers. "Look that li a pretty
It is Gcorgie and her brother Cllve rep.
resenting "The Huguenots," Mrs. Dela.
court's propriety having taken fright at
any but brother and sister taking part in
such a touching scene, Georgie looks very
pretty with her hair swept off ber face and
her dark earnest eyes uplifted.
I see Sir Jasper watching her, and be
ends his contemplation with a short weary
sigh. By a clever application of soap Cap.
tain Delacourt has made away with his
moustache, and bis handsome regular fea
tures suit the character well.
"You did that well, Cllve," Bir Jasper
says. The attitude and expression were
Captain Dclacourt laughs.
"1 was trying to believe that It was not
Georgle," he answers; and suddenly our
eyes meet, and something in the expression
of his makes my cheeks burn. His dark
eyes so plainly tell his meaning that I crim
son with anger.
It all passes in a second, and then I hear
Gcorgie calling mo; for "Beauty and tho
Beast" is the next scene on the programme.
The curtain rises on a garden of roses, and
the Beast is lying dead, with Beauty kneel
ing beside him. Humphrey is enveloped
in dark woolly skins, and roses He around
I laugh as 1 hend over tho poor Beast, and
the curtain falls.
Captain Delacourt suggested that when
It rose again there should be a transforma
tion, and that bo should be tbe JPrlnce in
stead of Humphrey.
"For Carstairs is too tall, and princes
don't wear heards."
"They do in this country," was my re-
And so my husband stands as the Prince,
gloriously attired In silk and silver lace;
and there are wonderful lights and rosy
hues that make the stage a veritable fairy
"Beauty got to love the poor Beast,"
Humphrey says, with one of his grave
sweet smiles. "Remember that, Beauty."
"Yes, Beast," I answer; and Mrs. Dela
court says this is the prettiest tableau of
"Felicia, I wish you were coming." I
am standing dressed iu the drawing-room,
waiting for the carriage, and I present a
strange contrast to Felicia Grant In her
hi ek era no, "I am afraid you will be
Mis smiles a little sadly.
"I mean to stud v. If I am to teach, I
must learn; and 1 had better begin my
now life at once."
A bracelet falls from mv wrist on to the
ground. She picks it ud and chums It on
.Mrs. carsiuirs, uo joa know w!;it ;v.:r
husband said of yon?"
"No. Tell mo."
"That you had Ihe sweetest, most lova
ble face that was ever felven to woman ; and
he spoke tho truth."
Tho sweetness is all in my face then,"
I say, with some bitterness. "Felicia, I
should be a happier woman if I had a bet
ter heart and a less lovely 1'uce "
Our hearts are what we make them,"
she whispers softly.
In silence I look at the quiet ligure In
sombre garments, and wish with a sudden
wild longing for the doar old home-life,
with Bee's companlppshlp to make my hap
piness. Oh for the days when I was mad
cap Medgle, happy and light-hearted, be.
fore men told me my face was fair, before
poor loving Humphrey staked bis happl
ness ou tho beauty of a girl's face, and
wasted his manhood trying to win a child's
"Our hearts are what we make them"
so Felicia Grant says. Butl ask myself,
is It not rather that they become what they
are through the actions of others?
"Why so grave, Madgie?"
Humphrey's voice breaks in upon my
reverie; and 1 say with sudden and well
"How do you like my dress?"
"I think as I speak what a fine looking
man my husband is, and how perfect a
gentleman he looks In his evcning-dressl-
And, in spite of the beard, 1 litid an abso
lute pleasure In contemplating tbe grave
rugged face with the gleam of laughter in
How do I like your dress?" he echoes,
stepping hack a little and ga.lng more at
my face than the it rem. You look like
I am wearing a plain white cashmere
dress, with sleeves tight to the wrist and
pulled at the xhouldcr. It is made high to
the throat, wilh a run" of lace and swans
down. Round my neck is a broad gold
chain with a locket, and I wear gold brace,
lets to mutch.
Do you like it:'" I ask, aud read the
approval lu his eyes before he speaks.
I won't say ull I think," be returns,
smiling. 'The. drcsx suits you and you
suit the dros. What do you say Felicia?"
"1 think it is very pretty and very be.
comim;," xho answer.
Aiiu other peuple think so besides Hum
phrey and Felicia.
"Madgie, I never saw you look so well!
Your dress in lovely!" Georgie whispers.
And eveiylmilv is usklng if the beautiful
Mrs. Carstairs is to be here to-night. I am
so glad you are looking your b"st?"
Captain Delucourt is in a state of wild
excitement, and Chris is at his wits' end.
"This dressing-lip is too much for me,"
he says piteously. Mrs. Carstairs will you
tell me what I am to do, for I have not an
Idea, when or where I appear, or any.
"No humbug, Chris!" calls out Clive.
Captain Delucourt is terribly in earnest
to-night, for something has gone wrong
with the curtain. When It Is up, human
Ingenuity fails to bring it down again.
But Humphrey succeeds in putting it
right The lamps are lighted, and the stage
is dazzlingly bright.
At the last moment most of the actors
are following the example of Chris, and
grow nervous suddenly. The three Misses
Blake in a state of excessive nervousness
and frantic excitement, seem to think of
nothing but rouge and powder. With
their faces plentifully flowered, cheeks
reddened, and eyebrows blackened, they
are evidently satisfied with their appear
ance. "Won't you make up your face Mrs. Car
stairs?" they ask in a breath, as 1 sUnd
arrayed as Mary Queen of Scots in black
velvet and diamonds with my face as na
ture made it.
, "31rs. Carsta.'rs, is independent of that
Sort of thing," Georgia with a gUm
it miarhiuf In ber eyes.
I see the Misses Blake exchange glances;
and witb a laugh, I run down stairs and
find Captain Delacourt waiting Impatient,
ly as Darnley.
i My Queen!" he says, and bows low be.
Ibre me, his plumed bat In bis band. His
rich dress suits the lithe well-made ligure
admirably, and right well and handsome
he looks. "Am I forgiven?" he whispers,
raising soft and penitent eyes.
I know be refers to bis look and mean
ing last night.
"I never forgive Impertinence," I answer
in an equally low voice, blushing as I speak,
ttnd then look up to see Humphrey watch
ing me intently, witb a stem unloving ex.
My four Maries come flocking in, Georgie
us sweet sad Mary Hamilton. And I
thluk there is a similitude, lor Gcorgie Is
palo and pensive. I know she is thinking
of tbe time when she must stand as Elaiue,
and never let the world dream that she
loves Sir Lancelot verily and truly as dear,
ly and hopelessly as tho Lily Maid." So
Mary Hamilton's eyes are sad witb uo iuu
It Is the first tableau, and we all feel a
thrill as tbe strains of music fall upon our
ears and the curtain rises slowly. 1
know there are rows and rows of people
watching us, and 1 gaze with a tlxed smile
at Darnley bowing before me in a graceful
attitude, his white plume sweeping the
ground, and his hat held unswervingly In
the samo position. The two minutes eeni
an eternity; then the curtain falls. We
hear a burst of applause, and tho Queen,
her Maries, and Dartiley feel immensely
"You have brought down the bouse,"
Darnley whispers; hut 1 doubt if Mary
herself was one half as fair."
And so the tableaux go on, all more
or loss successful. Chris rendered hold by
despair, comes to the lion t In a manner
that I think surprises himself as much as
any one else. The M Isses Blake Hut ter and
quiver, and lay on nunc pnwiler and rouge
at every opportunity.
Stop them, for mercy's sake!" says Cap.
tain Delacourt. "There is no necessity lor
this tremendous making-up,"
Humphrey looks hored and unhappy
Flushed with excitement, I have no time
to study his grave looks. But, when the
curtain falls on Leicester and Amy Hob.
sart, I find Humphrey waiting for ine at
the stage door, and ignoring the Earl or Lei.
ccster, ho takes cure of mu himself.
Mrs. Carstairs is tired. 1 was going to
get her a glass of wine," Cuplain Dela
court says eagerly.
But Humphrey walks past him and gets
tho wiuo himself,
"When Is this mummery to stop?" ho
asks. ".Madgie, there bus been too much
0f It far too inueli."
It Is nearly over now," I answer cheer,
fullyi and wo are going to dunce after,
wards Chris is g- ttlug the room cleared. '
Khali 1 keep ull the quudillles for you,
Georgle comes hurrying In.
"Madgie, you must go ami dress, , nd
Mr. Carstairs, you ought to ho ulilring Ibi
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Neuralgia, Sciatica, Lumbago,
Backache, Soreness of the Chest, Gout,
Quinsy, Sore Throat, Swellings and
Sprains, Burns and Scalds,
Genera Bodily Pains,
Tooth, Ear and Headache, Frosted Feet
and Ears, and all other Pains
No Preparation nn raith equals Ft. Jacobs Oil as
a taft.turr, ilmplr and theup External Remedy.
A trial entails but the comMintUvely trillliift outlay
of 50 Conta, and every one suffering with pun
can have cheep and pncltive proof of lu claims.
Directions In Eleven languages.
80LD BT ALL DRUGGISTS AND DEALEEB II
A.VOGEJLER fc CO.,
HaMmort. Ma.. V. .
THSTIMflSIALSTO MR. KKLLOW.H.
AtTethe undersigned clergymen of the Metho
IV did church In Nova Stolla having nn-A the
preparation known as Fellow r-Compound Syrnp of
,l71,ul"lul,,m:pi l,rt rifu iijr iiir. .itiin j. rut-
lowK.chenilut, ht John, N. B..or having known
canes whi rein Its ett'ecls were beneficial, believe It
to be a reliable remedy for the disease for which It
.IAMK8 U. HENNIOAK. JOHN McMl'KKAY,
Pre, ol ( otiferencii. Kx-I're. of Conference
WM. 8AliKNT, KIBHAKK W. WKDDAI.L,
JOHN A. MOS1IKU, AI.KX V. NICHOLSON.
Jullx W. HOW IK, CKANHWICK .loSl,
HTBPHK.i K. Ill KSTJS. KOWI.ANI) MOHTON,
fffThe proprietor ba letter fmm various parts
nf the Dominion, the l ulled Mates and from Une
land, verifying; the assertions herein contained,
which wlll'bc shown at his olllc.; on application.
Thev relate to the cure of d'scanes of tho lilDgit,
heart, stomach, etc.
Fellows' Compound Syrup of Ilypophosphltes.
Speedily and tlermaneuily run s ong'stloti of the
luuH, tirnarht'i. coin uinjntoii, iivrAius prostra
tlou, shortness of breath, palpitation rf the heart,
tnmblini of Ihe.banits and limbs, tbysical and
mental depression, loss of appetite, lots ol energy,
loss ofmmiory. and will rnpldly Improve the
weakened fnurtlons and ort'sns of the body, which
depend for health upon voluntary and luvolnntarjr
nervous action. It act with vigor, geitleness and
subtlety, owing to the exquslto harmony of its In
gredients, akin to pore blood itself.
HOl.DUY A LLDhT (JOISTS.
TARRANT SRl.T.KK A PKR I KNT TRF. ?' asks
tbe aufferer from a multitude of disease. We au
swer; It will remove how the system the active
cause of most VI thu diseases that flesh Is heir to.
It wont mend a broken Mmb, nor closo a bullet
hole; hot it may be profitably used In atouiachlc
diseases. It will do no ono any harm, and may do
much good. Try It and seo If it wont suit your
SOU) BY ALL DRUGGISTS.
BAYARD TAYLOR, Jl
take (rreat pleasnro In r commending to parent
the accademy of Mr. SwIthlnC. bbortlldgo."
HON. FERNANDO WOOD. M. C.
Said (1K8): "I cheerfully consent to the use of my
name as reference. My hoys will etnrn to you for
their fourth year after their viicutiu "
Kor new illustrated circular addr ' KWITHIN
C. HHOKTLIIKiK, A. .M.. Harvard University
Graduate, Media, I'a-, Vi miles from Philadelphia,
IHTNTrirCl.1- Articles In one.
llUil LJilt OMIIIIons In us'-every-CTli,fTTj,I?C
holly's choice. 4-lpngn
iJir llirflVO, csialogi'c of other spec
ialties sent free. J. M. Hunter Miuiil'ni'tililng Co.
Cincinnati, Ohio. Agent wanted.
j777 A YKA ' ami expense to agent. Oniflt
HJlf I ( free. .Address V. O. VK Kery, Angi'ata.Mo
Vuiiw Man Luarn Telefriiphyl Barn $10
guaranteed pitying othce.
ros., Jancnvlllu, wis.
AnVKRTIRRKHhy addressing OEO. P. ROW.
KLL 4 CO., to Hpriicii street, Now York, can
learn the exact cost of any proposed line nr adver
tising In American newspapers. tJCIlll) psgu
pamphlet 2b els.
DIAERHGEA & DYSENTERY.
Tho moat astonishing euro of Dysentery and
Dlarrlnea, both among children aud adults, are
dally reporunl by the use of
Dixon'i Blaokborry Carminative.
It appeara to he a aoverelgn remedy.
Hold by all driiKglw lu the Dulled Blatos and
Morjran Park Military Accademy.
Tbo boat Dots' Boarding School In the Wost.
Prepares for Collide, Helentlllo School or Bl
noas. Location attractive and elevated, Session
begins Bep. IS, Ml . Send for, catalogue to raw.
Krt t irtnif TAI.COTT. Prlu.i Morgan Park,
Cook Co., 111.
TEX MILD POWEB
Humphreys' Homeopathio Bpooifice
Proved from amr lii experience (ll emt
ueeess, blinple, I'rompl, Klllrleiu, and
Hellalile, they are the only uivdlcliies
adupleil to Hipular use.
mht I'HiNeieAi, sos, rimr.a. laics
L Krver, I'oimestlon, Inflammations, .3S
1. Worm. Worm Kever. Worm C'ollu, ,ai
8. Crylna I'olle, or Teething of lufaiua.lM
4. Diarrhea of I blldren or Adiilit. .
6. Ilysenlrry, Urlplug, lilllous (Jollo, . :&
t ( bolero Morbus, vomiting, . .39
7. Combs, (.old, linmchllU,
J. N'eiiraltila, Toolhaebw, Fiieeaehe. . .as
5. Headarlira, Hick llraduehea, Vertigo,
10. Ityaiiepsla, lilllous Momiieti,
11. Nonprossed or I'alnlul Periods, . ,M
12. While, too profuse Periods,
18. Croup, IJoiikIi; rumeult llreathlng, .ft
li. Halt Itheiiiu, Krysllus, Kriipilona, ,2
IU Khrmiinlisiii, lllieiininile I iiIiih,
IS. Peier and nr. ( bill, tever, Agues, til
17. Pile.. Illlnd or llft'lliig .9U
It. Catarrh, aeute or tliiuidet lntluenxa, W
. hnonlnii Cornell, vloli-nl ( niiuhs, .511
M. (Jenersl IMilllly, I'liyn'l YVcukneita, .!)
-T. hl'tlley llisensr Mi
X .ertou Di lillllv Npermntorrhea, Ml)
II. I riiinrvWenkiie.i.WrtlliiKthe lte(l,5tl
si. unease ol me nrnrl, i'ltipuutlon, Ml,
For sale by druuidsls.or writ l, n, i'.ui
or single Vlnl, frt-n of eharge, on reccint of
price. Send for Or. Iliimulirry' Hook on
lllsease, At., U pagesi, also Illustrated
Address. Ilmiiithreva' lloinrnnaihl
Med. Co., 10'J fullwu til.. Aew lurk. I
Dr. S. Silsbee's EzternalPileEemody
Gives Instant relief aud is an infallible
CURE FOR ALL KINDS OF PILES,
Bold by Prnidgifts syrywhrre. Price. It nfl psr bos
prsnxoihyniHll. Kuti: p. sent.' to i'hy.iclant
and IMntf-reni.tiv P. Keuatardter A I n. Hex tWa.
ko fc'urauiy. buliiWauuiaetu.irrot''JnaisM4
I. is rf- t'v p'u,-. I'l'monocr I ih ei l y ih Dish
.l i;i..,c,! iil'nnhf, 111 cri- wiM linwn tnnrsi
wm n n . t .. : , K i ' . - w i I' on, 11,71
t.,. ;...i " ""'.-i m H f
uTS si ln"i.'t"." severs
Wis DA. KLIi'E S Gil EAT
trnS'-r ail l:t A Nr. 1'iotsu. '"'s ..
-i' utr. J.r t U. J r'"l'i 'ifi St AJ'Uttmt.
mm u u . nr r, -
5 tir.i .i.ii.i if u.eri as 0.'" 'm. a rintj'tr
rr.ulav'in". Tianat n ) ti trial tsXtiefrmM
IS r t nit it'ii's, ins ut, 'iipM:...d-. nau)
KS I' O. S"'t xi.o" '.'s to li. K MNK.S.I
Tl.u u t '1 -.plt'.l,r.VMroia,iu4ji !
S entirely srwlt.'t selling rti' Ichimii, proprtl-
leg Kelt for wing anil all Dim t.'nit. Indes
tructible Hht'intiM apirf,-i I xsir Hpiirt.
Ilie P. T. tolled Wire lM.iiiu-.&M?tli Ave. V.T.
,-AltK TIIi: IIKST.
Because they are the LIGHTEST, KAXDSOMEST,
AM) STRONGEST known. Bold by OpUclana Jn
Jewelers. Made by SPENCER OPTICAL CO., W.Y.
W iYT I? Iif An Intelligent young man lo
IT 1 JjUi every country tnwt , u lakes
permanent loeal agenrj for the sale of our teas,
coffee . etc., In parksges, to consumers. This aen.
cy require no peddling and bnt a moderate amount
of so.lelilrig. and If properly managed will pay
trnm to f l.i0 pervear. Psritnuar free
1'gon.se Tka CO . P. O. Hog ,wi, ht. Louis, Mo.
AS AaiCMIlI ArUlUT All ICrilQEUIT.
This w.ll-lnown prsparatica ii h.jh'y rccomrood4
f'.r DyMpalia, Ilrwlavrhr, klrkara ff U
Mlonaarb, snu nil rnmpitini.aris us lr.m ArldllT,
Mllleaaairaa, and SlaUrlal layrn. It cul
lb blood ail 4 rrgnluse Ihs tx.wrli. It w a SnHi
Bwlietaa fur cblldrsn. FrHirrd by A. KOliUS
oNM, CbemlsU, Jrl Blaacfcar btr(, Ktw Terk.
0H SAX BT Ail UKttWriL
T)l 4 rnf!U7" OKOAN8. 17 Stop 5 Set
Tonene Heeds, only
$S5 Address Dinlel K. Bealty,
REVISED NEW TISTAM TS!
Illustrated. Chiapvst and B st. Sells at Sleht
11 W8 PICTORIAL BIBLES.
Acnts Wanted. A.J. IIOI.MAN 4 CO., Phllada
MKT A I. TIP LAM P WICK
Pat'd Dm. T, 18 SO.
Oires a UrUllai.t, White and Steady
llk'tit. reqlre no tr ninilne, and lastf fur months,
bamplo wii k 10 ct , 3 wieki ct., U wicks TBcU
postHi;e paid, llsvu three slr.es, A II. and D.
Agents wanted. Address, MKTAL TIP LAMP
Vt ICK CO.. 70 CortJandl St., N . V.
bib as roil Avium
lb. Anthot. A m andaTMS MaX
leal V ari.wrranus1 tba imH and
ebaapeat, Indrnmuabla to iiiii
Bian.nliUwl tha Hctaonsof Ui
w .dwlf-lrwmlu ; hoand ta
flniM Wsnob moslin, smbnasad.
mrmvini,, 13J nMn..
'no. only fjl.Kmi b
sad Bow.Aditma Paldr Mad.
lVlflW THYSPI P til lntittnr lr. W II. PAR.
.. ! luniuiUliir it. W . J I
CUTICUKA Permanently Cures Humort
of the Scalp and Skin.
Cntlrtira remedies are for aln by all drniTRltta.
I'rico of Ciitlttira. a mediral jelly, small hose. SOe:
lart;e boxes $1. Cutlcnro Kesolvent, the new blood
purifier, ono dollar per hot'-le, C'titlcara Medlrlnal
Toilet Knap, Ufa. Cti'.ctira Medicinal Bbavlnc
Hoap. l.Vta. ; In bur fr na' ber and large coiisnm
ers, &nct. I'rllictpid depot. WKhKS I'OTTBK,
HT"A11 mailed free on receipt of price
in ' -1
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Have you ever luNOWN..
Any person to be seriously III without a weak
stomach or Inactive liver or k diicv 1 Ano . vhen
. , . nn.. Mnnrliti.m Ho vou not nna
inoee i rsnre iu v "(-" : .!..-
their posse.or etjoylnff Rood heal h arkor a
Ulngor Tomo always roKulatos theso nipnrtant or
uans. and never fall to make tho blot d rich and
pure, and to strenKtnen every pu n
, L '. J l hnndredsof dcssslrlne Invalid. Ask
lit utn . -
your druKKUt aooul it.
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