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l,.!i!' un.™ wmi.nnd u^n hoîdSm vo-urlm- !
u wurlet A a« the brand of adultery, hUuuIh |
r p^rÂlahnr'oiVZ^iîrvxto^ 1 ;.'« ,
to name tho fiuh-jr of iu*.r mild, she will not
^tl'n«mt to e. n tho^n rt î5 U pii% i
Ht* la Hoger ChllliiiLwortri, a wanderer whom j
ha-liimn ad years before t:i Euglnud. '
wltffi-w to keep Idsidunttty B'-crel, IS and
-- fflter leaves tho prient, mid lives in re
it wit I. her child. vt—Th« authorities
• to take the child from its mother.Rev.
in* lilmuiestlrth* preveutt* it. VI i—Hotter |
a,0 (ÇhltynK*H<»rih becomiw physician to Uisnaiu*» j
....ihile, who ih an invalid, and ^oea to live lu » t
n adjoining the rniulhter's. So on the *
vstwyaaoeeudsthrough I« chapters, each one.
liOuterest to tho end.
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The unfortunate physician, while
uttering these words, lifted his hands
with a look of horror, as if ho liad be
held some frightful shapo, which ho
could not recognize, usurping tho place
of his own image in a glass. It was one
of those momenta—which sometimes oc
cur only at the interval of years—when
a man's moral aspect is faithfully re
vealed to his mind's eye. Not improba
bly, ho had never before viewed himself
as bo did now.
"Hast thou not tortured him enough?"
said Hester, noticing the old man's look.
"Has ho not paid theo all?"
"No! no! Ho has hut increased the
debt!" answered tho idiysician; and as
ho proceeded his manner lost its fiercer
characteristics und subsided into gloom.
"Dost thou remember me, Hester, as 1
was nine years agone? Even then 1 was
in the autumn of my days, udf^was it
the early autumn. Hut all my life had
been made up of earnest, studious,
thoughtful, quiet years, bestowed faith
fully for tho increase of mine own
knowledge, and faithfully, too, though
this latter object was but casual to the
other—faithfully for tho advancement
of human welfare. No life laid been
more peaceful and innocent than mine;
few lives so rich with benefits conferred.
Dost thon remember me? Was 1 not,
though yon might deem me cold, never
theless a man thoughtful for others,
craving little for himself—kind, true,
just and of constant, if not warm affec
tions? Was I not all this?"
"All this and more," said Hester.
"And what am 1 now?" demanded he,
looking into her face and permitting
tho whole evil within him to lw written
on his features. "I havo already told
thee what I am! A fiend! Who made
me so?"
"it was myself!" cried Hester, shnd
tiering: "It 'was I not less than he.
Why hast thou uot avenged thyself on
"I have loft theo to tho scarlet letter,"
replied Roger Chilliugworth. "If that
havo not avenged me 1 can do no more!"
Ho laid his Unger on it with a smile.
"It has avenged thee!" answered Hes
ter Frynno.
"I judged no loss," said the physician.
"And now, what wonldst thou with
mo touching tliis man?"
"1 must reveal tho secret," answered
Hosier firmly. "Ho must discern thoc
in thy true character. What may be
the result, I know not. But this long
debt of confidence, duo from me to him,
whose bane and ruin 1 havo been, shall
at length bo jiaid. So far as concerne
tho overthrow or preservation of his fair
fame and his earthly state, and per
chance his life, he is in thy hands. Nor
do I—whom the scarlet letter has dis
ciplined to truth, though it bo the truth
of red hot iron entering into the sonl—
nor do 1 perceive such advantage in his
living any longer a life of ghastly empti
ness that 1 shall stoop to implore thy
mercy. Do with him as thou wilt!
There is no good for him—no good for
me—no good for thee! There is no good
for littlo Fcnrl! There is no path to
guide us out of this dismal maze!"
"Woman, I could well nigh pity thee!"
said Roger Chilliugworth, unable to re
strain a thrill of admiration, too, for
there was a qualify almost majestic in
tho despair which sho expressed. "Thou
hadst great elements. Peradvcnture,
hadst thou met earlier with a better love
than mine, this evil had not been. 1 pity
theo for tho good tliat has been wasted
iu thy nature."
"And 1 theo," answered Hester Frynne,
"for tho hatred that has transformed a
wi«c and just mau to a flond! Wilt thon
yet pnrge it out of thto and bo onco
ntr.ro human? If not for his sako, then
doubly for thine own. Forgive, and
i-ij-i' leave his further retribution to the Pow
that claims it 1 said, but now, that
!■>»« them could bo no good event for him or
" A tljce or me, who are hero wandering to
-r i. get her in this gloomy maze of evil and
A* 1 AftiiShling at every step over the guilt
,it vrtA'iewitii wo havo strewn our path.
It is not so! Thero might bo good for
theo, and thee alone, since thou hast
been deeply wronged, and hast it at thy
will to pardon. Wilt thou give up that
only privilege? Wilt thou reject that
priceless benefit?"
"Peace, Hester, peace!" replied tho
old man, with gloomy sternness. "It is
uot granted mo to jwirdon. i have no
such power as thon teilest mo of. My
cld faith, long forgotten, comes back to
mo and explains all that we do and nil
we suffer. By thy first step awry thou
didst plant tho genu of evil, but since
that moment it has all been a dark
necessity. Ye that have wronged me
not sinful, save in a kind of typical
illusion; neither am i flendlike, who
havo snatched a fiend's^ office from his
hand ■.
flower blossom as it may! Now go thy
ways, and deal ns thou wilt with yonder
Ha waved his hand and betook him
self again to his employment of gather
ing herbs. • • »
"Be it sin or no," said Hester Frynne
bitterly, ns she still gazed after him. "1
hate the man!"
Sho upbraid«! herself for the senti
ment. but could not overcome or lessen
it. Aliemptiug to do so she thought of
those long past days in a distant laud,
Bet tho Mack
It is our fate.
wlieii lie used to emerge at eventide from
the seclusion of his study and sit down
in the firelight of their home and in the
light uf her nuptial Kiuilo. Ho liooilod
to bask himself in that.smile, ho said, in
order that too chill of su muny lonely
,lüUr ' s * un , on » , hi f 1,ouk8 mi « llt ** t » kea
off tho scbol&r h heart.
onco ;> j.i n.-s> n ■< I not otherwise than happy, |
11 . . .
but now, as viewed through tho dismal
medium of her subsequent life, they
.... i
clusscu themselves among her ugliest
remembrances. She marveled how such
_i*.*,.« i. « _ _ « ,
scenes could havo been. She marveled
fof.w she could ever have been wrought
upon to marry him. Sho deemed it her
crime most to bo repented of that she
had over endured und reciprocated the
lukewarm grasp of Ida hand, and had
suffered the smile of her lips and eyes to
mingle and melt into his own. And it
seemed a f ouler offense committed by
Roger Chilling worth than any which
hail since been done him that, in the
time when her heart knew no better, ho
Lad persuaded her to fancy herself happy
by his side.
"Yes. I hate him!" repeated Hester,
more bitterly Ilian before. , "He be
trayed mo! Ho has done me worse
wrong than 1 did him!"
Let men tremble to win the hand of
woman, unless they win along with it
the utmost passion of her heart! Else it
may bo their miserable fortune, as it
was Ro*»er Chillingworth's, when some
mightier touch than their own may have
awakened all her sensibilities, to be re
proached even for the calm content, tho
marble image of happiness, which they
will havo imposed upon her as tho warm
reality. But Hester ought long ago to
have doue with this injustice. What did
it betoken? Had seven long years under
tho torture of the scarlet loiter indicted
Such scenes had !
so much of misery and wrought out ua
The emotions of that brief space,
while she stood gazing after tho crooked
figure of old Roger Chilliugworth, threw
a dark light on Hester's state of mind,
revealing much that she might not oth
erwise have acknowledged to herself.
He being gone, sho summoned back
her child. • • »
mesdalo, at whatever risk of present pain ]
or ulterior consequences, tho true char- [
Hester Frynno remained constant in
her resolve to make known to Mr. Dim
«ctcr of the man who had crept into his
intimacy. Fop several dais, however,
she,vainly sought nn opportunity of ad
dressing him in some of the meditative
walks which she know him to ho in the
habit of talcing along the shores of the
peninsula or on the wooded hills of tho
neighboring country. There would have
been no scandal, indeed, nor peril to the
holy whiteness of tho clergyman's good
fame hail sho visited him iu his own
study; where many a penitent, ere now.
bad confessed sins of perhaps as deep a
dye as the one betokened by tho scarlet
letter. But, partly that she dreaded tho
secret or undisguised interference of old
Roger Chilliugworth, and partly that
her conscious heart imputed suspicion
where none could havo been felt, and
partly that both the minister and site
wonld need tho whole wide world to
breathe in while they talked together—
fur all these reasons Hester never
thought of meeting him in any narrower
privacy than beneath the open sky.
At hist, while attending in a sick
chamber, whither the Reverend Mr.
Dimmesdalo had been summoned to
make a prayer, she learned that he had
gone the day before to visit tho Apostle
Eliot among his Indian convert«.. Ho
wonld probably return by a certain
hour iu the afternoon of tho morrow.
Betimes, therefore, the nest day Hester
took littlo Pearl, who was necessarily
tho companion of all her mother's expe
ditious, however inconvenient her pres
ence, and set forth.
The road, after tho two wayfarers had
crossed from tho peninsula to tho main
land, was no other than a footpath. It
straggled onward into the mystery of the
primeval forest. This hemmed it in so
narrowly and stood so black and dense
on either side, and disclosed such Im
perfect glimpses of the sky above, that to
Hester's mind it imaged not amiss tho
moral wilderness iu which sho had so
long been wandering. The day was
chill and somber.
Overhead was a gray expanse of clond,
slightly stirred, however, by a breeze,
so that a gleam of dickering sunshine
might now and then be seen at its soli
tary play along the path. This flitting
cheerfulness was always at tho farther
extremity of some long vista through
the forest. The sportive sunlight—
feebly sportive at best in tho predomi
nant pensiveness of the day and scene—
withdrew itself as they came nigh, and
left tho spots where it had danced the
drearier because they had huped to Und
them bright.
"Mother," said little Pearl, "the sun
shine does not love you. It runs away
and hides itself because it is afraid of
something on your bosom. Now, seel
There it is, playing, a good way off
Stand you hero, and let mo run and
catch it. 1 am but a child. It will not
flee from me, for 1 wear nothing on my
bosom yet."
"Nor ever will, my child, 1 hope,"
said Hester.
"And why not, mother?" asked Pearl,
stopping short, just at the beginning of
her race. "Will not it come of its own
accord, when 1 am a woman grown?"
"Run away, child," answered her
mother, "and catch the sunshine! It
will soon bo gone."
Pearl sot forth u\ a gruat pace, and, as
Hester smiled to perceive, did actually
catch the sunshine, and stood laughing
iu the midst of it, all brightened by it»
splendor and scintillating with the vi
vacity excited by rapid motion. • * •
When her elf child had departed.
Hester Frynne made a step or twu to
ward tho track that led through the for
est. but still remained under the (let [;
shadow of tho trees. She beheld the
minister advancing along the path en
tirely alone and leaning on a stall
which he had cut by the wayside. Ho
looked haggard and feeble and betrayed
a nerveless despondency in his air
which laid never so remarkably charac
terized him in his walks about «lie set
tlement, nor in any other situation
where ho deemed himself liable to me
tice. Here it was woefully visibly, in
this intense seclusion of the forest,
which of itself would have boon a heavy
trial to the spirits. There was a listless
ues» in Ins gait, as if lie saw no reason
tor taking one step farther, nor felt any
desire to do so. but would have been
glad, could ho be glad of anything, to
Bing himself down at the root of the
noarcKt true and lie there pastJivo for
evermore. The leaves might bestrew
him ami the t»uil gradually accumulate
"ad «fin » Kttle hillock over his frame,
no matter whether there were life in it
or no. Death was too definite an object
to lie wished for or avoided.
To HeSter's eye the Reverend Mr.
Dimir.osdale exhibited no symptom df
positive and vivaçious suffering except
that, as litllo Pearl had remarked, he
kept his hand over his heart.
Slowly as the minister walked, he had
almost gone by before Hester Frynno
could gather voice enough to attract his
observation. At length she succeeded.
"Arthur Dimmcsdale!" she said faint
ly at first: then louder, but hoarsely
••Arthur Dimmesdalo!"
"Who speaks!" answered the minis
Gathering himself quickly up, ho
stood more erect, like a man taken by
rurprise in a mood to which ho was re
luctant to havo witnesses. Throwing
his eyed anxiously in tho direction of tho
voice, he indistinctly beheld a form uu
der the trees clad in garments so som
ber und so little relieved from the gray
twilight into which the clouded sky and
tiio heavy foliage leal darkened the
hoontide. that he knew not whether-, it
were a woman or a shadow. It may b«
that his pathway through life was
haunted thus by a specter that had
stolen out from among his thoughts.
He made a step Higher and discovered
the scarlet letter.
"Hester! Hosier Frynne!" said fee.
"Is it thou? Art thou iu life?"
"Even so!" she answered. "In such
life as has been mine these seven years
past! And thou, Arthur Dimmosdale.
dost thou yet live?"
It was no wonder that they thus ques
tioned one another's actual and bodily
existence and even doubted of their own.
So strangely did they meet in the dim
wood that it was like the first eucouutei
in tho world beyond the grave of two
spirits who had been intimately con
nected in their former life, but now
good coldly shuddering in mutual dread,
ts not yet familiar with their state, nor
wonted to the companionship of disem
bodied beings. Each a ghost and awe
stricken at tho other ghost! They were
awestricken likewise at themselves be
cause the crisis Hung back to them their
maottamiMt anil revealed to each heart
its history and experience, ns life never
does except at such breathless epochs.
The soul beheld its features iu the mir
ror of the passing moment. It was with
fear and tremulously, and, as it were,
by a slow, reluctant necessity, that Ar
thur Dimmosdale put forth his hand,
chill as death, und touched tho chill
band of Hester Frynne. Tho grasp,
cold as it was, took away what was
dreariest in the interview. They now
felt themselves at least inhabitants of
the samp sphere.
Without a word more spoken—neither
he nor sho assuming tho guidance, but
with nn unexpressed consent — they
glided hack into the shadow of the
woods, whence Hester had emerged, and
sat down on the heap of moss where sho
and Pearl had before been sitting. When
they found voice to speak it was at first
only to utter remarks and inquiries such
as any two acquaintances might havo
made about the gloomy sky, the threat
ening storm and nest tho health of each.
Thus they went onward, not boldly, but
step by step into the themes that were
brooding deepest in their hearts. So
long estranged by fate and circum
stances, they needed something slight
and casual to run before and throw open
tho doors of intercourse, so that their
real thoughts might bo led across the
After awhile tho minister fixed his
eyes on Hester Prynno's.
"Hester," said he, "hast thou found
Sho smiled drearily, looking down
upon her bosom.
"Hast thou?" she asked.
"None—nothing hut despair!" ho an
swered. "What else could 1 look for, be
ing what 1 am, and loading such a life
as mine? Were 1 an atheist—a man de
void of conscience—a wretch with coarse
and brutal instincts—1 might have found
peace long ere now. Nay, 1 never should
have lost it! But as matters stand with
my soul, whatever of good capacity there
originally was in mo, all of God's gifts
that were tho choicest have become the
ministers of spiritual torment Hester,
I am most miserable!"
"The people reverence theo," said
Hester. "And surely thou werkest good
among them! Doth tliis bring theo no
■'Mure misery, Hester!—only tho more
misery!" answered the clergyman, with
a bitter smile. "As concerns tho good
which 1 may appear to do, 1 havo no
failli in it. It mast needs bo a delusion.
What can a ruined soul like mino effect
toward the redemption of other souls?—
or a polluted soul toward their purifica
tion? And ns for tho people's reverence,
would that it were turned to scorn and
hatred! Can -t thou deem it, Hester, a
consolation that 1 must stand up in my
pulpit and meet so many eyes turned
upward to my face, as If tho light of
heaven were beaming from it!—mnstr.ee
my Cock hungry for (ho truth and listen
ing to my words as if a tongue of Pentecost
were speaking!—and then look inward
and discern the 1 black reality of what
they idolize? 1 havo laughed, in bitter
ness and agony of heart, at the contrast
between what 1 seem and what 1 am!
And satan laughs at it!"
"You wronged yourself iu this," said
Hester gently. "You have deeply and
sorely repented. Your sin is left behind
you iu tho days long past. Your pres
ent life is not less holy, in very truth,
than it seems iu people's eyes, la there
no reality in the penitence thus sealed

and witnessed l>y good works? And |
wherefore should it not bring you peace?"
•*No, Hester, no," replied the clergy- j ter,
It I
is cold and dead and can do nothing for i n
me. Of penance 1 have had enough. ;
Of penitence there hits been none. Klse |
1 should long ago have thrown off these |
garments of mock holiness and have
shorçn myself to mankind as they will j
see mo at tho judgment seat. Happy
are yon, Hester, that wear the scarlet I
letter openly upon your bosom. Mine
burns in secret. Thou little knowest j
what a relief it is, after tho torment of !
a seven years' cheat, to look into un eye j
that recognizes me for what I am. Had
man. "There is no substance in it.
I one friend—or were it my worst cue- | |
my—to whom, when sickened with tho
praises of all other men, 1 could daily i,
betake myself and bo known as the | t '
vilest of all sinners, methinks my soul
might keep itself alive thereby. Even ;lH
thus much of truth would save me. i ,
Hut now it is all falsehood—all empli- |
his long restrained emotions sc veho- !
ment ly as he did, his words hero offered 1 t
lier tho very point of circumstances in
which to interpose what she came to say. I 1(
Bhe conquered her fears and spoke. ;
"Such a friend as thou hast even now j
wished for." said she, "with whom to
weep over thy sin thou hast in me tho
partner of ill" Again she hesitated, but
brought out tho words, with an effort,
•Thou hast long hud such an enemy,
and d wollest with him under the same
ness—all death!"
Hester Frynno looked into his face,
but hesitated to speak. Yet, uttering
The miniiiter started to his feet, gasp
tug for breath and clutching at his heart
,xs if ho would havo tom it out of his
"Hal What sayest thou?" cried ho. |
"An enemy! and under mino own root! |
What moan you?
Hester Frynno was now fully sensible 0
of tho deep injury for which she was re
sponsible to this unhappy man in per
mitting him to lie for so many years, or, i
indeed, for a single moment, at tho
mercy of one whose purposes could Uot
bo other than malevolent. Tho very
contiguity of his enemy, beneath what
ever mask the latter might conceal him
self, was enough to disturb tho magnetic
sphere of a being so sensitive as Arthur
Dimmesilale. There had boon a iperiod
when Hester was less alive to this con
sideration; or perhaps in tho misanthro
py of hcr owm trou Ido she loft tho minis
ter to bear what she might picture to
■'herself as a more tolerable doom. But of
late, since tho night of his vigil, all her
sympathies toward him had been both
softened and invigorated. She now read
his heart more accurately. She doubted
not that the continual presence of Roger
Chilliugworth—the secret poison of his
malignity infecting all the air about
him—and his authorized interference as
a physician with the minister's physical
and spiritual infirmities—that these bad
opportunities had been turned to a cruel
purpose. By means of them the suffer
er's conscience had been kept in an irri
tated state, tho tendency of which was
no.t to cure by wholesome pain, hut to
ilioorgnniso and corrupt Uis spiritual
being. Its result on earth could hardly
fail to bo insanity, and hereafter that
eternal alienation from tho good and
true, of which madness is perhaps the
earthly type.
Such was tho ruin to which sho had
brought the man once—nay, why should
wo uot sjieak it—still so passionately
loved! Hester felt that the sacrifice of
tho clergyman's good name, and death
itself, as sho had already told Roger
Chilliugworth, would have boon infinite
ly preferable to tho alternative which
she had taken upon herself to choose.
And now, rallier than havo had this
grievous wrong to confess, sho would
gladly have lain down on the forest
leaves and died there at Arthur Dinuucs
j once out of au abysa of sadness, but no
"O Arthur," cried she, "forgive mot
In all things else 1 havo striven to bo
true! Truth was the one virtue which
1 might have held fast, and did hold
fast through all extremity, save when
thy good, thy life, thy fume, wore put
in question! Then I consented to a de
ception. But a lie is never good, even
though death threaten on tho other side!
Dost thou not see what 1 would say?
That old man, tho physician—ho whom
they call Roger Chilliugworth—ho was
my husband!"
Tho minister looked at her for an in
stant with all tho violence of passion
which—intermixed, iu more shapes than
one, with his higher, purer, softer qual
ities—was, iu fact, tho portion of him
which the devil claimed and through
which ho sought to win tho rest. Never
was there a blacker or a fiercer frown
than Hester now encountered. For tho
brief space that it lasted it was a dark
transfiguration. But his character had
boon so much enfeebled by suffering
that even its lower energies wore inca
pable cf more than a temporary Sniggle.
Ho sank down on the ground aud buried
bis face in his hands.
"I might havo known it," murmured
he. "I did know it! Was not tho secret
told mo in tho natural recoil of my heart
at tho first sight of him, and as often as
I have seen him since? Why did 1 not
understand? O Hester Frynne, thou
little, little knowest all the horror of
this thing! And tho shame!—the indol
icacyi—tho horrible ugliness of this ex
posure of a sick and guilty heart to tho
very eye that would gloat over it! Wo
man, woman, thou aro accountable fur
this! 1 cannot forgive thee!"
"Thou shall forgive mo!" cried Hester,
flinging herself ou tho fallen leaves be
side him.
shall forgive!"
With sudden and desperate tenderness
sho threw her anus around him and
pressed his head against her bosom, lit
llo caring though his cheek rested on
tho scarlet letter. Ho would have re
leased himself, but strove in vain to do
so. Hester wonld not sot him free lest
he should look her sternly iu tho face.
All tho world hail frowned on her—for
seven long years had It frowned upon
this lonely woman—and still she bore it
all, nor ever onco turned away iter lirm,
sad eyes. Heavqn likewise had frowned
npon her and she had not died. But the
frown of this pale, weak, sinful and sor
row stricken man was what Hester could
"Let God punish! Thou
not boar and live.
"Wilt thou yet forgivo mo?" sho re
peutod over and over again. " W ill thou
uot frown? Wilt thou forgivo?"
"I do forgive you. Hester," replied tho
minister at length, with a deep utter
anger. "I freely forgive you now. May
God forgive ns both! Wo are not, Hes
ter, the worst sinners in tho world.
There is one worse than even tho pol
n u-d priest. That old man's revenge
has been blacker than my sin. He has
violated, in cold blood, the sanctity of a
human heart. Thou and i, Hester,
-Nevar, never!" whispered she.
-what wo did had a consecration of its
ow «.
wlc h oilier! Hast thon forgotten il?"
••Hush. Hester!" said Arthur Dimities
q^e, rising from tho ground. "No; 1
have not forgotten!"
never did so."
Wo felt it sol Wo said so to
They sat down again, side by side and
tl nJ clasped in hand, on tho mossy
u-imk of the fallen tree. Life had never
i, rilU ght them a gloomier hour. It was
t ' m , j m i„t whither their pathway had so
loMR lK ,,. n tending and darkening ever
;lH it 8t ole along, and yet it inclosed a
, i mrm that made them linger upon it
ttu( j c i a j,„ another and another and after
all another moment. Tho forest was
obscure around them anW creaked with
a blast that was passing through it.
■jhe boughs were tossing heavily alwve
t ] u .| r while one solemn old tree
Rrolvm d dolefully to another, as if toll
1( , K t i, t< Rm i B Utry <Jf lU pair that sat be
neath or constrained to forebode evil to
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g t he crowded platform attempted taue«
f the wroniT »Mp. "The at her ride, madam."
paid the cemilifler "I waul to get «If «Il
slu> Instated, "Veil can't do It.
was (he reply. "Oonduetor!" »lie
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non I lie ladite official io a
remarked: "Gentlemen, phase
de ami lei the lady climb the gate."
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î'wim't' jJJJVe
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E .-ory Irstl nanlal In liptmlf of Hood's Mai*
aa airilla will bear Hu, vloaont invr-tinal I'MI
o manor „lure H maybe from.it la «»ret
liable ami worthy your eonlUleiui» a- If 1
me from your most reanecUal iielalibor.
ikiJ's Pul« cur« Sirk flimlaiiic.
nay to yon. but
tin le In the r<Mim 1 am ivfrai«!
«•iiancc. Hhi* "Wait a mo
9 of thö you me Uwllea to
limy on (lie plano. '— bazaar.
"lit -'*1 Imv«* Holm thlim t
many po
mont amt I ill link
1 fool it my duty to pay a few words In ro
I'rtiHio Halm, anil I do ho co
mi M»lUlt«tion. I havo u»i*d It
Wild t" KIv'h
ijndy olthoi
mort* or !«•* lia If a yoar and havo fourni It to
bo moat admirable. I have HUtfnred from
catarrh of the worst kind evrr »luce 1 w«h a
little Imij aod i never hoped for cure, hut
Cream Hahn nee mu to do even that. Many of
inv acqiuüiilam oM have used it with excellent
re Ml lie. (War Odium, 45 Warren avenue,
Chicago, 111.
, have « kls«. n«w
lie—"Won't y«u let
timt I am idling «way for a <l»yV" Hhe "If
you 1 an itlve any immi remain why I «InaiM, 1
might think about it - pii.aiibly." Ile "K
«Inailil like to cstabUsb a precedelit." life
If you want tlrnl-ehu» dyeing and »tourliiK
done, go to No. SMI Kiuit ktrin-t.
Wool "I mat a bunco man tld» morning
who had ju-l had a round with a Cape l iai
Van Pelt "IJld lie .kin him?"
lb« bunco man win crying when
New York Herald,
Word "V
1 -nw him
Barnett's line shoo« at WS Mad Iron street.
First Student—*T!uw did you «id on in your
«»xmiuiimtion?" Hccontl Hludriit "Badly! And
id iiiMiilt to injury, «meof tho prof«*«
wim hard i»f hearing, w» timt I had to reiwat iu
a very loud loneovorytlUug I did not know."
- Fliegende Blatter.
Autumn In til« Mountain«.
Th« Important announcement Ih made llint
Ih-i-r Part w ill remain open until October ist,
und Oakland until !-«plcitib«r SSnd, thus
sHording nn opportunltY to «pend Suplomhi-r,
the most delightful month,In the Alleghenies.
The luxuriant milage of the iqntmiaina Is
then In its autumnal glory, wild flowers
«Ultimi, and game and tlsh are plentiful, j
V.-M dialed blinded Express trains of I
Baltimore and Ohio Itailrnud between the
r as 1 and West «top at both resorts. Pullman
parlor or steeping cars on all trains.
U«) In m«5 Fm Köln« to a wel
ding tomorrow* Mi>* Van P«sir* t«* !♦«• nmrried
tn rsniiie ft')laii. you know, Lut 1 cawn't think
of til« confouncit'd nanu .'' ' Why. old man*
you're to to marry her yourself." "By .lov«*,
I am. W j you've got."—Clilcugo
Ne we Record.
"Ali, me* valet
Ailvlce I« Hiin.ekerper«.
The place In tmyrmir prime oyalen whole
«ate or reiuil I« al Cox«*» it>«tir Bay, south
east corner Third ami Van Buren street«. All
nxsiers «re «ht|i|iei1 itireit from the oyster
bnls, a uti are openeil by exovrlenml hmels.
anil ail order« tilled and delivered [mmi;. 1 1 >
Up special delivery vvmton«. Boarding houses
and hotels supplied at s|>ecinl rates. I)« not
forget tho telephone No. îihl.
Henry— "I meant to call on you luHt evening,
Mary, but really, I I fact 1« I don't know
\\'nat to «»ff«*r a* mi exeum»." Mary
don't feel annoyed, Henry. Any ex«*u
can* to offer will be amid) nuiHcicnl,"— Uoolmi
W, C. 1>. R. K.
Sprint* clothing <•)* fined and ivpAlrod
Skilled workmen. No. »11 Market Htnnu
Count Fetor von Strubel (fust arrived in
Kiitfland in time for her Urace'M comerl)
"At b. Tot« lie*-'! How in il Mit in Knkh'itd
your lallt** nr© *ob lamuriful und your rheu
dlenien Mill oekl>T' Hcr Unie«« *'Tonight
» early all (lie Itwliea are Ungllidi, fount, a ml
tIn* «eiii honen are mostly foreign, a* it liup
pem»." Punch.
"The. Pearl ol Purlly.il
Is the Only Tattle Water
tintlleit with Itsowi natural
Gas lust as It flows trom the
«Vrt llfl.
1 -e .* positively pure, as I«
flows up Uu« it Kit 11)1 feet g»
of solid -ofu and l-> not r\
posed to '.lie air until opened 2%
p for use. H
"OX TUË sun. IT m
U .\S Ml MJV V1J1 ^
^ Tartes belter and Is better ®
than any other because II ts YSS
mode fr at the Positively sSS
Pits Sa .oca Ittsslngen sSS
Wat w. '..ont exposure to vSS
the or. U contains no man- «SS
Befit Sold Everywhere.
ix nurtuts uxL.tr.
The Saratoga Kiitingun Spring Co.
Saratoga Sptincs. N. Y.
The Wilmington Fair,
SEPTEMBER 6, 7, 8 and 9.
With Special Features and Attractions.
;•* j
■ 'MI
SEPT. (1.
. mm ou
. WO ou
. run»
:»rtl Minute Haw.
3 34 uliiM*.
3 »I Hum*.
Milk wupiii rap«».
ÎU trot, free for all
$1(RK) (HI
. iv m uu
. 4«KI 00
. \m ou
i l»a«*o
Banning hulf-milv heat*
Bicycle race, 1-mlle handicap, /
" " U-tnllo haiuliciij», -
1-mile u|hmi .... \
horse;« fljU'l 00
TtOO 00
MX) ou
lid, 3d
and 3d
a 00 Minute cIuhh, NfwChhIIfC
:î ;V» trot.
3 35 jmee.
3 45 trot.
$A00 OU
Mm o
auu nu
3 au pwco
3 3» trot.
Match Race between ChristmM Gift and Brown Fateh, on Wednesday.
Excursion Rates on all Railroads and Steamboats.
JESSE K. BAYLIS, Manager, Wilmington, Del.
E. B. SHURTER, Secretary.
Send for Catalogue.
MEN'S REGULAR $io, $12, $14 and $15 SUITS at
ED GOOD VALUE at $15, $16, $18 and $20, at
811 . 44 .
and $10 VALUES,
CHOICE OF MANY $v5o. $4 and $5 BOYS' KNEE
A LARGE VARIETY OF $6, $7 and $8 BOYS'
Open Tuesday and Saturday Evenings.
HIS space is reserved for the Dia
mond State Merchant Tailoring
and Clothing Co.'s Fall An
nouncement, which will appear in
this space this week. They are so busy
getting in their fall goods just now, and
have been for over two weeks,that they
had no time to give to their advertising:
so look out for something interesting,
and be sure and read the new adv.
when it will appear.
A Story of "The Iron Mask.
For sale by all stationers.
S. E. Cor. 8th and Market Streets,
Where « I make it by liluKl. d is«, fur a enp of
1'ivmli Ilrlpcoffee. lies Sandwiches o 1 all
kinds. ( trim, Beef Tea amt Chocolate.
Mo. .i East Fourth street.
C. R. HOLT, Proprietor,
On Concord like, near Wilntincton,
A Hack will leave Fourth and Market
steel« Sunday afternoius al 3 o'clock, fur»
lor round trip, 10 oenta.

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