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THE WOMEN OF INDIA.
DR. ANANDIBAI JOSHEE, WHO HAS BEEN EDUCATED IN AMERICA. A Forward Step Taken in the Matter of Progress Among the Hindoos—Great Interest Felt Generally as to the Ke aolt in India—Souie Interesting Fact*. The friends of humanity, and especially those who labor for the advancement and freedom of the women of India, mourn the loss of Dr. Anandibai Joshee, the Hindoo woman who was graduated at the Woman's Medical college of Pennsylvania not quite two years ago. The life and trials of this re markable woman give us a proper estimate of the immense difficulties in the way of re form in India, and the narration is of interest in itself, as she was one of the original and progressive minds of the world. Nominally there are four great castes in India, besides the outcasts or pariahs bat in effect there are so many races, re ligions, dialects and local governments that the divisions are multiplied indefinitely, and the English officials count the minor castes as high as 143. And the condition of women varies in each class, caste and race, from the hill tribes, where she is practically free as man, to the Mohammedans, where she enjoys a qualified freedom, and the pure Hindoos of the old blood and higher caste, among whom she is a hopeless prisoner or an ignorant slave or toy. ANANDIBAI JOSHEE AND HUSBAND. Aaadibai Joshee belongs to what might be called the upper middle class she enjoyed a little freedom in girlhood, and at an early age imbibed the spirit of the few Hindoo women who are struggling for better things. She was married at a very early age to a Hindoo gentleman who shared her views, and after an ineffectual struggle to secure education at home she embarked for the United States, arriving at Philadelphia late in 1882, aged but 17 years. Despite the influ ence of her husband, the native prejudice against her scheme was so intense that she feared to embark at Bombay, capital and seaport of her native province, but crossed the country to Calcutta, where foreign influ ence has created more liberality. Her hus band secured a place in government employ at Herampore, but the hostility to him and his wife was so great that she delivered a public address in defense of her design. "Why do I go to America?" she asked. "And why do I go alone? There are no schools in India where I may learn to benefit my sex. And shall I be excommunicated (or nther 'put out of all castes') when I return? And why do I enter on that which none of my sex have ventured? I will go as a Hin doo, live there as a Hindoo and return as a Hindoo I will not increase my wants, but live as simple as did those before me. I will trust in my Almighty Father and live purely." Dr. Rachel L. Bodley, dean of the Women's Medical college, bears testimony to the strictness with which the delicate woman kept this vow. In the three years of her study in Philadelphia she made no change in her customs, food or dress, except as the severer climate made it necessary to life and health. Her husband came to Phila delphia to witness her graduation. She re ceived the degree of M. D., and before re turning to India the two visited several American cities, making addresses on the creeds and customs of the Hindoos. As the first Hindoo woman who ever took a medical degree, Dr. Joshee naturally attracted. HETDOO PRINCESS IS CORTTJUfe much attention, and on her departure for India the prayers of many Christian people went with her but in a few months came the sad news of her death. She had already done much. While attending on a patient in the mountains, exposed to the chilly night air, Dr. Joshee contracted a disease of the lungs which soon terminated in death. But her ex ample hod excited others to the same work, and her cousiu, Pundita Ramabai Saravasti, has taken the lead in laboring to gain more freedom and education for Hindoo women. The chief obstacle, of course, is habit, so long continued that it has become second nature the women of highest caste being most secluded, woman's freedom has come to be associated in the Hindoo mind'with licentious ness. The wild people, the very poor and the pariahs alone can afford to be free. The bidden zenana is thought the proper place for women of rank and respectability. H. RIDER HAGGARD. Tbe TMS| NOVELIST WBO Has Risen to Sadden Popularity. The people are always interested in any thing pertaining to a man who has suddenly become famous through some unusual achievement. In "days of old, when knights were bold," etc., the fighting man who could strike the hardest blow and bear the most fatigue was always a popular hero, and in time of war between civilized nations, suc cessful generals or exceptionally brave i# Ji' soldiers are invariably the subjects or popu lar adoration. But in the piping times cf peace the masses turn to those who have won success in more tranquil fields and succekf ul financiers, ball players, oarsmen and politicians be came subjects of general homage. Story tellers are always much talked about, and no story teller of the present absorbs more of the popu lar mind than H. R1DER HAGGARD. Rider Haggard, the young Englishman, author of "She," whose portrait is here given. Mr. Haggard has only just passed his 31st birthday. His information regarding south African scenes and native character was gathered "on the spot." When only 19 Mr. Hag gard accompanied Sir Henry Bulwer to Natal, and during the two succeeding years ho served on the staff of Sir Theophilus Shep stone, the special commissioner to the Trans vaal. He withdrew from the colonial service in 1879, and, returning to London and mar rying the only daughter of the late Maj, Margitson, of Ditchingham house, Norfolk, became a practicing barrister of Lincoln's Inn. Mr. Haggard's first book related to south African politics and attracted little, atten tion. It was published in 1883. Two years later he published "Dawn," and a year after "The Witch's Head," both stories of adven ture. In the autumn of 1885 "King Solomon's Wives" was published. "She" and "Jess," both showing that there was apparently no abatement of Mr. Haggard's invention, origi nality, ingenuity and imagination in the art of telling a story of vivid and thrilling inter est, were published this year. Mr. Haggard's novels show a wonderful inventive power, coupled with the faculty of graphic writing, and in both these respects he is more than the peer of any other author living. TWO NEW WAR VESSELS. latest Additions to the Navies of Eng land and the Argentine Republic. The navy of the Argentine Republic now consists of three first class ironclads, five cruisers, four gunboats, seven torpedo boats, three steam transports,t hree advice boats, THE PATAGONIA. •even steamships and six sailing vessels, stronger than the navy of the United States. The latest addition to this array is the second class schooner Patagonia, built at Trieste, and shown in our illustration. This boat has a particularly heavy armament. Forward she has a twenty-five centimetre gun weigh in twenty-eight tons and one of fifteen centi metres, weighing five tons. The main bat tery is two guns of fifteen centimetres THE IMMORTALITE. weighing four tons and two six centimetres. On deck are four Nordenfeldt and six Gard ner repeating guns. There are six additional guns, twenty-five, fifteen and nine centi metres, and several of rapid fire. She can navigate 1,COO miles at nine miles per hour, but her speed is fourteen knots per hour. The British have launched still another big pin boat, with ail the usual cheers, compli ments, hurrahs for Britannia—and religious services by a naval chaplain! The report says "the usual launching service" was ob served. The new monster is called the Immortalite, and is 300 feet long and 5C broad, draws 19)£ feet of water forward, and 22% feet aft, hav ing a load displacement of 5,000 tons. She carries twenty Whitehead torpedoes and is heavily armed with breech loading, quick firing Nordenfeld guns. Her speed is 18 knots an hour, her crew number 421 officers and men, and her total cost is set at $1,250,000. Rather an expensive toy, but if those foreign ers are making ready for general practice at mutual slaughter, it is well to liavo the job quickly and thoroughly done. Northern Pacific Katlway. oly 4 was this year a great day with tho residents of Tacoma, W. T. Besides tho fact that the day is the anniversary of the Declaration of Independence, which of courso is cause enough for a celebration, it was this year selected for the celebration of the completion of the Cascade division of the Northern Pacific railroad. This practically completes the line. The main lino has been finished for some time, but until the last rail of this division, which is 225 miles long, was spiked down, there was no connection be tween the road from Tacoma to Portland and the main line. The building of the Cascade division has been a work of great difficulty, among the obstacles to be overcome being a tunnel 4,850 feet long, 2,800 feet above the sea leveL GENERAL VIEW OF TACOIIA, W. T. The Tacoma people feel especially happy because their town is now really the terminal city of the northwestern Pacific system. Tacoma has a present population of 9,000, with an assessed valuation of $4,092,119. Its water supply is furnished through an aque duct nineteen miles long, and 2,109 miles of railway pay tribute to the new far western town. Seven hundred and sixty-three thou sand five hundred dollars was expended dur ing 1SS6 in buQding improvements, and its in habitants fondly believe the town has entered upon a boom era. Use for Old Iron Kopes. Old iron ropes which liave been used in pit shafting are now utilized at the Can nock Chase collieries as conductors for conveying electricity to light the mines and works overhead. They are in sula ted with tarpanlin and laid in troughs among cool dust.—Frank Leslie's. AT THE SODA FOUNTAIN. How '.'Constitution Bracers," "Plinsp'iat ers," etc., Are Fizzed Out* A sad eyed youth mechanically manipu lated tho faucets of a soda" fountain on Broadway tho other day and fizzed out for a reporter a mired drink poetically called phosphate. It had r, mixed taste and a lingering farewell to it, that caused the scribc to pause and listen to the youth. "Yes," he said, leaning ngaigst the counter and making himself comfortable, "the business is growing complex. No mere chuckled headed chump can squirt soda water now. Thero aro so many fancy drinks, mixtures, 'nerve ticklers,' 'stomach bracers' and 'throat coolers,' you can't expect an inexperienced boy to come behind the counter and serve cus tomers without an apprenticeship. Ho would be rattled if a customer should come in hurriedly and ask for a 'phos phated mixed nerver.' Where would ho be? Then there is the "plain phosphate' and the 'deep rock slack,' all easy drinks to concoct when you understand tho wrinkle. "Look at all these faucet valves on the face of this fountain. They not only let out all the mineral waters known, but the various sweet extracts cf fruit the ladies are so fond of. But the fountain is too small to contain the other ingredients for fancy and substantial drinks. We keep a shelf under the counter with bot tles ready for use and a heater to furnish warm drinks. Somo years ago Yichy, Kissingen, sarsaparilla and drinks of that kind were all the go, but now new fangled mixtures divide the honors. Men drink Vichy more than women. The latter do not care much for the mineral waters and nerve drinks they want sweet extracts and soda. Women occasionally try a bouillon-snifter, but they are few and far between. Some fellow who ain't much on science, I think, has started the report that Vichy is devitalizing. It has had an effect on its sale. "Men who patronize soda fountains regularly don't like straight drinks. They ask for a little lime juice, phosphate or ginger to kind of tone up the taste of the liquor. It appears to me they look hap pier when they hear the 'squirt, squirt, squirt,' from the bottle into their drinks. So you see no gawky, everyday man can step in and do what it takes us years to learn. I am going to try and get my boss to start a fountain higher uptown where nothing but 'nervers' are sold. What are 'nervers?' Why, I mean nerve drinks, 'constitution bracers' and 'phosphaters.' Hundreds of men every day say to me aside: 'Say, gimme sathing to brace me up, kinder!' That's the business I want to do, the 'brace up' business."—New York Mail and Express. HAIR OIL AND HAIR DYE. Few Men Use Them Nowadays—Gray Hair Kather Fashionable. "Very few men want oil on their hair nowadays," said a barber to a reporter. "A few years ago the man who didn't use hair oil was the exception now the man who does use it is the exception. Of course we are glad of the change in taste, for it is money in our pockets. Five years ago I had to have a fresh supply of oil twice a week now the same quantity will last me a month." "How about dyeing the hair and beard?" the reporter asked. "There has been a greater falling off in the use of dye than in the use of hair oil." the barber continued. "A few years ago there was a large class of gay old fellows who dyed their hair and whiskers almost as regularly as they shaved. Most of these men were more or less inclined to be sports or beaus, and always wanted to look as young as possible. Others, how ever, were respectable and steady going citizens and business men, who gave in to their vanity enough to want to keep look ing young. There was a large class of out and out gamblers and sharpers, who seemed to have an idea it was out of keep ing with their profession to have anything but jet black whiskers and mustaches. So that nearly all gamblers or 'sports' who had red or sandy hair on their face, or on their head, for that matter, used to have it dyed regularly as black as they could get it. A few of these are still around town. It's easy enough to tell them, because their eyebrows don't match the rest of the hair on their face." "So you don't have much use for hair dye nowadays?" the reporter interrogated, to keep up the flow of tonsorial reminis cences and reflections, »-hich, contrary to the traditions of the craft, seemed to show signs of drying up. "No, indeed. "When a man comes along now and asks to have his mustache or hair dyed, he usually catches us unpre pared, and if we have any dye on hand at all it generally takes a good while to hunt it up and get the bottle dusted off. I think we have only one regular customer in that line now, and he isn't an old man, either. He is a young fellow, whose hair is black, or nearly black, while his eye brows and beard are sandy. He has his whiskers and eyebrows dyed to match his hair, regularly twice a month. "But young men don't seem to care nowadays if their hair and beard are gray. In fact, they seem to be rather proud of it. When they really begin to grow old— that is, when they get within a few laps of 50—they get sensitive about it, how ever, and if they are not bald frequently Inquire up to the means for preventing the hair from turning gray, etc. "Oh, yes, a great many men use cos metic on their mustaches," the barber continued, in response to a suggestion. "In fact, there are very few who don't use it. Some time ago most men wouldn't let a barber put any powder on their faces after shaving. Now nearly all ask for it. It's laughable how particular some men are about their hair. No matter how much care the barber takes about comb ing and brushing it they are never satis fled, bat always insist on taking the comb and brush themselves and arrang ing it just so, with every hair lying in a certain position."—Washington Star. India's Professional Poisoners Although the Thugs of India have been long since exterminated, a Hindoo writer in The London Standard tells how they have been replaced by professional poison ers. These people make use of a poison extracted from the seed of the ahatura, mixed with opium, and travel from place to place, now poisoning a traveling com panion for his money, a laborer for his oxen or a-host for the valuables in his house. Tliey are distinguished from the Thugs in that they kill women, children and pilgrims, which the Thugs would not do. The road poisoners are organized secretly, and great efforts have been made to exterminate them, but thus far with out success.—New Orle&ns Times-Demo crat. John Bright is undergoing dietary ^reat taent to rcduce. his weight. A PORTRAIT. Elbe thinks so much of worldly show That, should on angel call her to Arise unto the skies, A long white robe she'd quickly don And buy a harp to play upon, Then pay a call to every friend And tell them all to watch her wend Her way to paradise. —Maude Annulet Andrews. THANKS TO A BURGLAR. Nobody has ever been able to discover exactly why Madge Palliser was so irre sistible. Her eyes were small, her nose was an undeniable pug, and the thick masses of her curly hair were always tum bling down untidily beyond the power of combs and hairpins to restrain. Even the warm color that came and went in her cheeks and the dimple in her chin were hardly enough to redeem her from being hopelessly plain and yet every man who approached her became her abject slave in four and twenty hours, and in twice that time had offered her his heart and hand. But then he could not tell wherein her fascination lay. He only knew that she was, beyond all compari son, the most bewitching, bewildering, lovable little damsel in the world. Last spring, when she married Mr. Thomas Fotterall, after a brief engage ment, there was a nine days' wonder. That gentleman, the most desirable parti of the season, of irreproachable so cial position, and with a mine of wealth in government bonds, had never been ob served to pay her the slightest attention. How, when and where their courtship was carried on was a problem over which so ciety puzzled its small brains in vain, for no one could recollect a single occasion when Mr. Fotterall could possibly have had a chance to put the momentous ques tion to his lovely bride. Indeed, that lady herself, on being rallied at the wed ding breakfast, laughingly declared that Tommy had never proposed to her at all, a statement to which her lord and master assented with a demure enjoyment of everybody's surprise at such a singular revelation. Only Sally Gorham knew the whole mystery, and she, strange to say, was wise and discreet enough to hold her tongue and laugh with the dramatis per sonam at the general mystification of the world. But now that Sally and I have made it up, and decided to follow the good example set us .by Madge and- Tommy, there are no secret between us. While we were wandering along the cliffs at New port week before last, she told me tho story, which proved so interesting that I am about to divulge it to the public, providing the public will listen, learn, and forever afterward hold its peace. It was at the end of April. The Gor hams had gone out to their country seat at Penn Rhyn much earlier in the season than usual, and as it was intolerably dull with nothing in the world to do, they had asked a dozen people out to spend a week in all sorts of unconventional frolics. Sally had three or four charming buds for her guests, among them Madge Palliser her brother Jack had brought several willing victims from the club, and the old Van Coo vers came to amuse papa and mamma Gorham and keep them out of mischief with an innocent rubber of whist in the chimney corner o' nights. There were great goings on, as Uncle Moses,' the gardener, said, with a discour aged shake of his woolly head. Tennis playing in the morning, riding parties in the afternoon, and in the evening Virginia reels and "All the way to Boston" in the long drawing room, with laughing, sing ing and not a little flirting from dawn to darkness. Madge was the blithest of the blithe. All the men adored her openly, save and except Thomas Fotterall, Esq., who never worshiped publicly at her shrine, though he often watched her furtively from afar off with something more than an ordinary interest in his half shut eyes. Her merry, arch, sweet hearted ways made their un failing impresion upon his soul, and it was hardly to be imagined that Miss Pal liser was ignorant of the havoc her charms were working in that manly breast. Out wardly, however, there was not the slight est symptom of an affair. Madge rode, danced and coquetted with every cavalier but one, and that one devoted himself with an assumed interest to sharp tougued Sally, who privately considered him a greater bore than the Hoosac tunnel. One night, when the week of gayety at Penn Rhyn was nearly over, the whole party was sitting about a great roaring fire in the hall, for the spring evenings were apt to be cool, jesting and making merry after their custom. Old Mr. Van Coover, who had been poring over that mildly exciting journal, The Penn Rhyn Gazette, suddenly astonished the assembly by a singular snort, which might have ex pressed almost any emotion from delight to horror, and. casting away his news paper, cricd in tones of dismay: "Burglars! there are burglars about in the village! They ha-ve already visited the Standishes and the Corkendills, and got away with a quantity of plunder, and it'll be our turn next, Gorham, mark my words! I say, Mrs. Van Coover, you haven't brought the family emeralds along, have you?" The amiable Mrs. Van Coover shivered perceptibly, but soon recovered- herself and replied tartly: "James, you're a fool! Don't you know that I loath and detest those emeralds and never wear them except when you compel me by brute force? Emeralds, indeed! I wish the burglars would carry off the hateful old things, and then perhaps you would get me something 1 shouldn't be ashamed to be seen in!" This was sacrilege. Mr. Van Coover immediately forgot the exciting subject of the robbing in reflec tions upon his spouse's want of reverence for the family emeralds, which had adorned the persons of every feminine Van Coover since the year one. But the young people were not so easily diverted, and their conversation turned upon burg laws and burglary, until, when the clock struck eleven and bedtime approached, the girls in particular were in anything but an agreeable state of mind. Mr. Fotterall had been sitting beside Madge in the group around the lire, but only Sally's quick eyes had detected the glances they had not infrequently ex changed. In the bustle attendant upon separation for the night nobody noticed how long the gallant Tommy was in hand ing his charming neighbor her bedroom candle stick, nor how the rich crimson flushed not only her cheek, but her throat and brows, as her lingers lay not unwill ingly in his strong grasp. Sally flew into the room they occupied together and was already nestled among the pillows when Madge sauntered slowly in, her eyes dancing and anew expression on her face that caused Sally to look again with surprise, and wonder if she were really growing pretty after all. "Come to bed," ordered Miss Gorham, sleepily. "I'm coming," responded Madge in at absent way. But she proceeded, nevertheless, to pat on a wrapper and let down her beautiful hair preparatory to brushing it out r.ud putting it up for the night. It was long and thick and curly, of a warm red brown, and it hung abont her like a veil, softening her harsh features until she said to herself in a whisper of pardonable pride, "I'm almost pretty with my hair down! How I wish" She never finished the sentence. It died away in a smile which lingered about her lips as she wound tho plentiful waves and ripples into a careless knot on top of her head, and fat down on the edge of the bed, lost in meditation as pleasant as it was pro found. At last she looked tip. Sally was sleeping the sleep of the just, with one dimpled hand under her cheek, the other lying idly on the coverlet. The old Dutch clock on the landing of the 6tairs below chimed out a melodious mid night, and Madge began to think seriously of bed. As she glanced np, however, her eyes beheld a sight which caused every drop of blood to stand still in her veins. In the mirror opposite her she saw the door of a closet on the other side of the bed open slowly, and tho face of a man pop slyly out—a bad, brutal, scar seamed face, with blood shot eyes that scanned the scene with evil accuracy. They saw the slumbering and unconscious Sally, the motionless figure of Madge, evidently about to follow her friend's example and retire for the night—and the little heap of rings and pins that glittered on a tiny table near by. With a grin of hideous satisfaction the face was noiselessly with drawn, and the door shut softly to again, while poor Madge laid a hand upon her heart and tried to still its wild beating. What should she do? Wake Sally, who would be certain to cry out in a frenzy of fright, and give the wretch a chance to annihilate them before they could escape? Fly down stairs to the smoking room, where she could hear some of the men still talking over their cigars, and aban don Sally to her fate? She raised her head once more in despair, when lo! an ideal Lightly, trembling, she rose to her feet, lightly crossed the room, and suddenly! Heavens! how the floor cracked! sud denly she turned the key in the lock, and had her prisoner safe! How he swore and stormed and beat against the door, while Sally woke scream ing, and the household, in a state of dire alarm, appeared upon the scene! The men rushed up from the smoking room and proceeded to extract the offender from his impromptu dungeon, and to deliver him over to the officers of the peace, who were summoned by a watchman's rattle, wielded vigorously out of the win dow by Mrs. Van Coover in a paroxysm of fear. There was an immense amount of gab ble and explanation going on, unstinted praise of Madge's courage and presence of mind, and then a general rendezvous in the hall below, for sleep was felt to be impossible after all that had occurred. But on the way down stairs, on the dusky landing, where the old Dutch clock had stood for years and told no tales, Mr. Tom Fotterall and Miss Madge Palliser were detained a moment or two behind the rest, quite by chance, of course, and unnoticed by any. The red brown locks were in a sad state of tumble, but the pretty pink wrapper was very becoming, nevertheless, and for once in her life its wearer was really lovely with happy tears in her eyes, and the dearest blush in the world mantling her cheek, as somebody's tender arms went about her and some body said softly: "At Trinity, the last of May!" And that was all. A very brief mo ment of bliss, but the next Sunday a par agraph appeared in several gossipy jour nals, which electrified society at large. It 6aid:. "The engagement is announced of Mr. Thomas Urquhart Fotterall, who is the only scion of the oldest and most aristo cratic family in Virginia, and Miss Mar garet Euphrosyne Palliser, the reigning belle of the season." As for the burglar, he was sentenced to a fine long term in jail, and Miss Madge Palliser might have realized a handsome fortune had she accepted the offers of the various dime museums that longed to ex hibit her as the heroine of a daring ex ploit.—M. E. W. in Providence Journal. The World's ltallroad Statistics. "It is interesting to study railroad sta tistics," said a railroad director to re porter. He continued in the same strain: "There are 290,000 miles of railroad in the world. In 1885 the railways of the United States carried 312,686,641 passen gers and 400,453,439 tons of freight. Each person was transported an average dis tance of 23 miles, hence the entire move ment on all the roads was equal to carry ing 8,541,300,674 persons one mile. Mas sachusetts takes the lead in passenger transportation with 83,800,887 Pennsyl vania next, then New York, Illinois, New Jersey and Ohio. In freight tonnage Pennsylvania takes the lead with 105, 507,916 tons, and New York second. There are about 25 miles of double track, sidings, etc., 1ft locomotives, 621 freight cars, S baggage and mail and 13 passenger cars for every 100,000 miles of railroad in the United States.—New York Mail and Exnress. The Clerk's All Seeing Eyes. During the late Christmas holidays a large firm in B—•- employed as an assist ant clerk a young man who was exceed ingly cross eyed. The especial duty assigned to him was to act as watchman and prevent the peculation of all sorts of small fancy articles that were lying about the counters for exhibition at that time. One day a half grown boy came into the store, and after looking all aroithd, pricing first one thing and then another, among which were some very nice socks, he finally started to go out of the door. At this moment the new clerk touched him lightly on the shoulder, and, inviting him to come to the back part of the store, said to him politely, "Oblige me by giving me back at once the socks that you have in your back pocket." "How do you know I have any socks in my back pocket?" demanded the boy in a bold tone. "I saw you put them there," said the clerk very gently. The boy looked up into the young man's face in utter amazement. "Are you look ing at me now?" he asked earnestly. "Do you see me this very minute?" he asked still more earnestly. "Of course I do," replied the clerk. "Good Lord, mister!" cried the boy with a blanching face: "here's your socks!" And with a bound he was out the back door, over the fence cr.cl away, having learned a lesson conccn:.':^.- c.ll see ing eyes which it- is to be hoped he may never forget.—Philadelphia Tir.ic3. $25,000.00 IN GOLD! WILL BE PAID FOB ARBDCKLES' COFFEE WRAPPERS. 1 Premium, 2 Premiums, 6 Premiums, 29 Premiums, 100 Premiums, 200 Premiums, 1,000 Premiums, •1,000.00 •500.00 each* •250.00 •100.00 •50.00 •20.00 •10.00 For full particulars ami directions see Circtt "ir in every pound of Arbucklbs' Coffee. SAM WILBER„ DIALER IN Flour, Feed, Grain. Etc. OF ALL KINDS.. recn Building, Front street. THE superiority of Corallne over born or whalebone has now been dem onstrated by over elx years exper ience. 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