Talking of patent medicine i
you know the old prejudice.
And the doctors some of
them are between you and ur
They would like you to thin!c
that what's cured thousands
won't cure you. You'd be
lieve in patent medicines if
they didn't profess to curs
everything and so, betweei
the experiments of doctors,
and the experiments of patent
medicines that are sold only
because there's money in ths
"stuff," you lose faith in every
thing. And, you can't always te.l
the prescription that cures by
wh.it you read in the paper.;.
So, perhaps, there's no better
way to sell a remedy, than to
tell the truth about it, and
take the risk of its doing just
what it professes to do.
That's what the World's
Dispensary Medical Associa
tion, of Buffalo, N. Y., does
Golden Medical Discovcrv,
Pleasant Pellets, and
Dr. Sage's Catarrh Remedy.
If they don't do what their
makers say they'll do yoa
get your money back.
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not tn fin' her, bo ye needn't tek it tu
aean, rur iu bnng her back yit.
If the reader could have followed Zeb
Posey in the months that came and
went through the ensuing summer and
winter he would have been led a weary
way to and fro. False clews like the
fatal ignis fatuus tempted him hither
and yon. Now some one had seen a
child who resembled Cordia on the
squalid levee at Vicksburg, and forth
with Zeb would set forth in high spirit,
row down to the batteried city of the
bluffs, scour its markets and its pur
lieus in search of her and return discon
solate and cast down. Or perhaps a
vague rumor would float to him that she
was in Greenville or Osceola, and he
would go there. There was no levee
camp for miles nnd miles that he did not
visit, no town that was left unsearched.
And saddest of all was the weary coming
home again to the shack back of '9j"
after these fruitless pilgrimages.
It was pitiful to see how eagerly he
started on each fresh scent or with what
intense and hopeful eagerness he pressed
it to its dreary end. But as the mouths
came and went the expression of de
jection deepened upon his face, and in
his eyes there was the pitiable reproach
which you may have sometimes seen in
the great innocent eyes of a dog who ha3
followed you a little way from home
only to be unwillingly driven back. The
6toop in the thin shoulders was a little
more pronounced, the step took on tho
old careless shuffle, the long arms hung
listlessly by his side, but the same un
quenchable fire burned in his breast, and
if he grew more silent and shy than was
even his wont, it was only because he
was yet unsuccessful In fulfilling his
vow, and not that the armor of his de
termination had been so much as pricked
by the lance of sloth.
At last, after much fruitless going
hither and thither, a fisherman on the
bar in Milliken's bend told him he had
seen a girl with yellow hair in company.
wun a rough looking man get off a little
6teamer at Rolling Fork, away back in
the Delta country of Mississippi but a
few weeks before, and straightway Zeb
rowed down to the mouth of the Yazoo,
and pulling up through its shallow
windings reached the confluence of Boer
creek, and up it went to Rolling Fork.
It was a ten days' pull by skiff, but he
did not seem to mind it. He lived on a
little cornmeal and on the fish he caught,
while now and then he shot a dove or a
squirrel to replenish and diversify his
larder. It was almost two years since
Cordia had been taken away, and it was
autumn again. At Rolling Fork he
found no trace of the child. The little
cluster of unpainted frame houses looked
so desolate and dreary that Zeb grew
faint and sick at heart. The stupid peo
ple he met knew nothing of her he
sought, and were too listless or too in
dolent to care to give him so much as a
He hurried back to his boat, and was
just getting into it to push off when a
passenger train on the Louisville, Xew
Orleans ::! Texas railway, which
touches this point, came along and Zeb
waited to see it go hurrying by. He had
never traveled on a railroad, and had so
seldom seen a train of cars that the sight
had not lost its novelty. Tho train did
not run very fast, yet to him it seemed
to le going with incredible speed. With
an inward quaking he looked at the black
ignivomous monster in front, with its
bnrnishings of steel and brass, its plume
of smoke and hissing steam valves. It
seemed the incarnation of power almost
human; so strong as to be well nigh god
like: so malevolent as to be fraught with
devilish purpose. Tho great glass disk
of the headlight shone in the afternoon
sun like a luminous eye fastened npon
him. He almost feared the monster with
its line of yellow cars would bound off
the bank and overtake and devour him.
But as he watched it, half in fear and
half in wonder, a strange thing happened.
As tho last car reached a point just op
posite Zeb, he saw an old darky sitting
on the step, and stooping over him with
his hands on the side rails was a white
man, who, if Zeb had known more of
such things, he would have recognized as
the conductor. The old darky was look
ing at the white man, who seemed to be
speaking, but suddenly the latter-drew
back his foot as though to deliver a mus
cular kick, and the colored man, with
out waiting for further developments,
sprang off the flying train. He soared
through the air with his ample blue
army overcoat spread out in the breeze,
looking for all the world like a great
bat, ttnd then softly he fell upon the
spongy soil and rolled down in a tattered
and disheveled ball, over and over, al
most to Zeb's feet
"Woof!" he ejaculated as he picked
himself up slowly and shook his clothes
into shape. "Is dis Mississippi or is I
Zeb looked at him inquiringly, and
ignoring the question, simply queried:
"Is yo heert, nigger?"
"I don't 'spect I'se heert much, but ef
de angel Gabriel hedn't jess put he's arms
"bout me an' let me down easy like Td
done ben ded 'for dis."
"I wouldn't ride on those pesky things
nohow," said Zeb, slowly. "I reckon it
'ed pretty nigh kill me to get off. Ef
Td been yo I'd a staid on 'tell she tied
"Tha"s jess what dis nigger wanted,
but what do de coon do when de dog git
him under de tree? Does him stay dar
an' let de dog worry him an' wrassel him
"bout? Uh, uh! De coon runs up de
tree an' he peek ober de limb an' he say,
'Ah, ah, massa dog, how yo' goin' to git
me now? Dat'B de way 'twar wif dis
nigger. I sot on de step kase I war'nt
tickler Trout ridin inside wif de white
folks, an' when de capt'an cum long an'
axed fer de money I tol him I didn't hev
none an' he war berry perlite. . He jest
sed, "Will yo' jump er shell I jack? an' I
sed, 'Don't low me td trouble yo. 111
jump,' an' har I be."
Zeb got out his skillet and made a
pone of bread and divided it with this
other unfortunate, and while they ate,
sittku7 at a respectful distance from
each other, the keen old darky, half
preacher, half tramp cotton picker, drew
out the story of the fisherman's quest,
and when they rose to part he said with
"Long time ago dar whar a cotton
wood tree, an' un time in de spring dar
whar two lille brudder cotton wood
seeds grow'd on de way top branch. Dey
was happy as de day was long, kase dey
seed all ober de woods, an' was higher
up dan any oder Cottonwood chil'en.
De bees didn't fly so high 'cept dey war
gom' to dar nest wif a pack ob honey in
dar arms an' de woodpeckers kep' waj
"But un day a liTla wicked wind war
out peekin "bout an' he saw how happy
de cottonseed brudders whar an' he sed:
'I 'low it's time fur dem to go out an' hoe
dey's own row,' so he blowed an he
blowed, and pritty soon un lil'le cotton
seed brudder bed to lef go he grip, an'
do li'le summer win' laffed an' laffed,
an' he blew de lil'le seed way off ober de
trees an de fields an' do ribber, so far
way dat he didn't know whar he wur or
how to fin' he way back. An' de lil'le
cottonseed brudder dat whar lef on de
tree, he cry an' cry an' cry fur he brud
der, but pritty soon he say, 'I se goin' to
fin' my brudder,' an' he guv a lil'le hop
an' tried to tek down de same way
ho brudder done. But de wicked lil'le
summer win' hed done gone off an' de
lil'le brudder cottonwood seed fall to de
groun. But Lor', dat didn't 'seourage
him. Uh! Uh! So he lay still, an'
pritty soon de rain cloud kem up r.n' H
looked down an' saw liTle cottonseed
crying all to hisself, so it crid too, an'
one big drop frum de cloud's scrouched
up eye fell on de lil'le orphan cotton
wood, an' it fell so far an' it fell so hard
dat it knock lil'le cottonwood seed down
fru de grass to de groun'.
"Den de sycamore tree fru down a
big leaf and covered he all up to keep he
warm. Pretty soon de cottonwood seed
put down a lil'le white root in de groun'
an' a lil'le green un up toward de sky,
an' de sun shined on it an' de rain cum
when it whar thirsty, an' arter while it
wuz a bigtree, an' it fru a lil'le seed
from de tippy top limb, an' it went off
as far as de long'st tater row an' fell, an'
was buried an' growed up, an' it fru off
a seed an' it growed up, an' so it kep
a-goin' an' a-goin' till it got 'cross de
cottonfield and de ribber, an' pretty
soon it kotched up wif a great big cot
tonwood tree, an' it sayed to a fuzzy
white seed on de way top branch, Whoo
yu be?' an' de cottonwood seed on de top
branch sed, Tze a seed what Tongs 'way
up dar by Massa Washburn's place, but
I blowed 'way a powerful long time
ago. Who ez yu?' An' do lil'le cotton
wood seed dat hed blowed in cried an
sed, Tze de lil'le brudder what yo' lef
dar; don't you know me?" So dat arter
all dey got togedder agin, an' dey staid
dar an' iz ez happy ez dey ken be."
"But they couldn't hev ben brothers,"
slowly and gravely quoth Zeb, who
had listened with great interest, "'cause
they'd growed up an' gone into the ground
an' died an' growed up agin, an' done it
over en' over agin."
"But how yo' know dey warn't brud
ders?" queried the garrulous narrator
with emphatic earnestness. "Dey didn't
die, dey jist growed up. It whar de same
lil'le cottonwood seeds, only dey hed
spit on dere hands an' taken a fresh start
each time, dat's all."
Zeb wondered much what the old dar
ky meant, and as he rowed down the
tortuous channel of Doer creek he pon
dered over and over again tho strange
fable of the cottonwood seed, until at last
I think a ray of hope came to him from
its shadowy moral, and he realized that
the whimsical "Uncle" was wiser than
he. So with fresh courage Zeb Posey la y
down by his campfire that night, and roll
ing himself in his blankets, went to sleep
with the vision of Cordia before him.
(To be continued.)
LIGHT AND SHADE.
Too deeply blue! Too beautiful! Too bright!
Oh! that the shadow of a cloud misht rest
Somewhere upon the splendor of thy breast
In momentary trloom: the molten light
That hides thy fair horizon pains my sight:
Too crystal clear thy waves that bcavo below
O'crfTT-cea tock3 fathoms deep: tho fringing
That erirdsthy headland U all too white.
So a I mused, o sudden t urn revealed
The dungeon gloom of a cliff circled bay.
Where the sad sea, whoso wounds are never
Makes moan of muffled thunder night and
And awful shadows sleep, and all thincs seem
Dark and mysterious as an evil dream.
E. G. A. Holmes.
A New Class in Industry and Politics.
For fifty years to come horticultural in
terests will probably increase, and among
horticulturists the skilled fruit grower,
owning from ten to fifty acres of land, will
best represent his class. Such a person is
likely to be more of a business man than
the average farmer, and is in closer rela
tions to town and city life. He is compelled
to travel more, watches the markets and
the fields of invention closer, and repre
sents, oil in all, a finer type.
A California fruit grower is in some re
spects akin to the middle class of suburban
dwellers near Boston and New York, with
this very important difference, that he
actually and constantly makes his living
from the soil he owns. Tho one tendency
of his life is toward what may be teamed
"extreme Californianism," for he is 'row
ing almonds or oranges or something or
other that cannot be produced nt a profit
in many other places on the corAinent, and
the -"glorious climate" is his best friend.
But on the other hand ho is iu a skilled
business, full of technical details, requir
ing plenty of brain work, and he is selling
in the world's markets. Many a Califor
nia grower of raisins, oranges, walnuts,
olives, prunes or other horticultural prod
ucts goes to Chicago and New York every
autumn "to keep the run of the field."
The drift of Pacific coast life is toward
a rapid increase of the number of orchard-
is ts. They are organized, too, in a manner
unknown among the farmers, and have
several times shown unsuspected courage
in independent politics.
Some of these days professional poli
ticians will have to deal with a new factor
the horticulturist, a distinct evolution
from the conservative American farmer
type, quicker of brain, less wedded to party
bonds, and more capable of understand
ing the interests of the commsnwealth.
Charles L Shinn in Popular Science
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