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(FromtKt Tran, N. TANARUS., Tin ut.) R. W. Edwards, of Lantingburg, was prostrated by sunstroke during the war, and i* has entailed on him poeuliar and se rious consequences. At piesent writing Mr.. is a prominent officer of Post Lyon, O. A. R,, Cohoes and a past aide de camp on tbs stall of the commander-in-chief of Al bany Cos. In Uw Interview with a re;>orter, “I was wounded and sent to tho hospital St Winchester. They sent me together with others to Washington-a rldo of about 100 miles. Haring no room In tho bo* cars wo were placed face up on tlie bottom of flat cars. Tho situ beat down upon our unpro tected heads. When I reached Washington I waa insensible and as unconscious for ten days while iu the hospital. An abscess gathered in ray oar and broke; it has boon gathering and breaking ever since. The result Of this 100 mlio ride and sunstroke' was heart disease, nervous prostration, In somnia and rheumatism. A completely shattered system which gave me no rest night or day. Asa last resort I took some Pink Pills and they hcl,iodiiie to a wonder ful degree. My rheumatism is gone, my heart failure, dyspepsia and constipation are about gone, ami the abscess in my oar has stopped discharging and my head feels as clear os a bell, when before It felt as though it would burst, and my once shat tored nervous system is now nearly sound. Look at thoso fingers, •’ Mr Edwards said, “do they look as if thoro was any rheuma tism tlieror’ He moved his fingers rapidly and freely and strode about the room like a young boy. “A year ago those fingers wore gnarled at tho joints and so stiff that 1 could not hold upon. My knues would swell up, and I could not straighten my logout. My joints would squeak when I moved them. That Is tho living truth. ‘•When I came to think thatl was peingto tie crippled with rheumatism, together with tho rest of my ailments, I toll you life seemed not worth living. 1 suffered from despondency. I cannot begin to toll you," said Mr. Edwards, as lie drew a long breath, '•what my fooling Is at present. 1 think 1/ von lifted ton years right off my life and left me prime ami vigorous at forty-seven, I could feel no better. I was an old man and could only drag myself painfully about the bouse. Now I can walk off without anv trouble. That in itself.” continued Mr. Edwards, ‘‘would bo sufficient to give mo cause for rejoicing, but whin you come to consider that 1 am no longer what you might call nervous and that my heart la ap parently nourly healthy, and that I can sleep nights, you may realize why I may ap pear to speak in extravagant pnilso of Pink Pills. Those pills quiet my nerves, take that awful pressure from m.v head, and at tho same time enrich my blood. There seemed to ho no circulation in my lower limbs a year ago, my legs being cold and clammy at times. Now tho circulation there is as full and as brisk ns at any other cart of my body. I used to bo so light headed and dizzy from my nervous dis order that I frequently fell while crossing the floor of mv house. Spring is coming and I never felt belter In my life, and I am looking forward to a busy season of work.” IVhat IXstlngulshml Him. Miss Costiquc—So you are engaged to that Mr. Atkinson, are you not? Now, tell mo honestly, what can yqn see In him that distinguishes him from all the other men in the world whom you have ever met? Miss Paseo (with unlooked-for frank ness)—He asked mo to be his wife.— Tit-Bits. Easily Accomplished. Mrs. Sunklands (an Arkaosaw ma' iron)—! hear tell that JJm Clayetah says he’s goin’ to move his fam'ly back to (inwgy as soon as he kin settle up his affairs. Mr. Hunklands—Settle up his affairs? Why, Lawdl All In tho world lie’s got to do is to po’ a gourdful of water on the fire and call tho dawgs.—Puck. What the fad Will Come To. Jane—lf yon please, ma’am, as it's my night out would you mind lending me your bicycle? Mistress—Oh, certainly, Jane, tako 11 by all moans. And if you look in my wardrobe you'll find a pair of last sea son's knickerbockers, which you may have If you like.—-lioston Home Jour nal. The Cannibal's Quandary, “I don’t know what to do with that chappie we got out of the last ship wreck," said tho chief to tho cannibal king. "What's the matter?" "If we take his cigarettes away from him he’ll pino away and get thin.” jgl'Let him keep them.” "Then we'll spoil tho flavor of the tew.”—Washington Star. The Trustfulness of Lore. "Yon know, dear," said Miss Dolyers, frankly, to her accepted suitor, “you know we get none of papa's money while ho lives.” “I quite understand that, ray precious pet,” replied tho young man, with the light of love in his eyes. "We will in vite him to live with us, put a folding bed in his room, and hope for the best.” Something to De Proud Of. "This bo* isn’t the regular size," said the woman who had purchased some strawberries. “That bo*, ma'am,” replied the vender impressively, “is tho achieve ment of statesmanship. ” “What do you mean?” "It’s a compromise measure.”—Chi cago Mall. Incompatible. "You want a divorce from your wife, do you?” “Yes, sir, I do.” "What grounds?” "Incompatibility. She and the cook *re quarreling continually."—Detroit Tribune. ■ The Coming Pop. Winebiddie—There is one reform the wtancipatod woman will insist upon when she gets into power. CallowhiU—Name it. Winebiddie—She will make every a leap-year.—Judge. A Scientific Amnrer. An intelligent boy in the national whool of a large end popular town In Lancashire on being examined, among SP* r *‘ the commissioner,was asked: Ooyou know any .of the effects of heat had cold?” Yes, sir; heat expands end cold con tracts.” Good, my boy—you have answered ®;h "o* n example.” _ *‘y> lf. the days in midsummer the longest end in winter the •hortest I”—Once a Week. n . . . t-ove on the Dike. "S.** *“ answer now." But wholes K ‘)‘ 5 ,“ lr , heart is mine." wrM&a* th,t brinaie c ° w horn and horrid low e**pod: "Dear Oeorge. I'm thinel" . —Judge. ••ftv OJdd Tak * Wo “No* 1 i return present*?” e mean Q. Right Ton Arc 7 pc ks he,d *■ HUt, f * ® n own eye “LITTLE BROTHER OF THE AIR." There Is a bird I know so well. It fteenu as If he must have sunn Beside fsy crib when I was young: Before 1 knew the way to spell The name of even the smallest bird, Uls gentle. Joyful song I heard. How sec If you can tell, my dear, What bird It Is that, every year, Bings “Sweet—sweev-sweet— very merry cheer. * He comes in March, when winds are strong, And snow returns to hide the earth: But still he warms his heart with mirth, .And watts for May. He Ungers long While flowers fade; and every day Repents his small, contented lay; As if to say, we need not fear The season s change. If love la here With "Sweet—sweet—sweet— voay merry cheer.** He does not wear a Joseph's -coat Of many colors, smart and gay; Ills suit Is Quaker brown and gray. With throe dark patches at his throat And yet of all the well-dressed throng Not one cun sing so brure a song. It makes tho pride of looks appear A vain and foolish thing, to hear His “Sweet-sweet—sweet very merry cheer. *• • A lofty place he does not love, Hut sits by choice, and well at ease. In hedges, and In little trees That stretch their slender arms above Tho mendow-brook; nnd there he slugs Till all the field with pleasure rings; And so he tells in every ear, Tho lowliest home to heaven is near In “Sweet— sweet-sweet— very merry cheer.** I like the tune. I like the words; They seem so true, so free from art. So friendly, and so full of h/tari, That If but one of all the birds Could le my comrade everywhere. My little brother of,the air. l*d choose the song-sparrow, my dear. Because he’d bless me, every year, Willi “Sweet—sweet--sweet - very merry cheer.*' —Henry van Dyke, In Century Magazine. MR. AND MRS. BOWSER. Y M. QUAD. zK <• I AST night," said I Mr. Bowser as JlvU-* II be looked up y,i l from his paper Ind broke a V ,r " j silence which had lasted a A quarter of an hour—"last night I heard our child moaning in his sleep, nnd I noticed that he looked pale and hollow-eyed this morning. I suppose you know what ails him?" “Nothing ails him, Mr. Bowser — nothing but too much play. You can’t find a healthier child in tho whole town.” "I hope it is true, but I doubt It. Having him under your eye every hour in the day, you do not notice a change as 1 do. This afternoon a woman came into the office selling a llook on ‘How to Bring up Children.’ I hud only to glance at it to see that it was just what you wanted, it is lull of—” "Whd wrote it?” sharply demanded Mrs. Bowser. “I’ll show yon the hook. It tells all about mumps, measles, chicken pox and everything else likely to all a child, and also prescribes the cure. Let’s see! It’s by Annie Kathering White. Did you ever hear of her?" "Never, and I don't want to! It's ten to one that she was never a mother and doesn’t know a case of mumps from falling off a fencel For the land's sake, don't get the idea that our child wants dosing!” "Our child may be all right, Mrs. Bowser, or he may he all wrong. It won't hurt anything to read whal the woman says. For instance, she gives the premonitory symptoms of measles, and says that a mother—’" “He had measles three months ago!” “Well, here's all aliout whooping cough. 'Twenty-four hours before the cough comes the patient is restless, tho tongue coated and tho whites of the eyes—” "I know all about that, and it wilj be quite useless for you to go up to his bed to see if the whites of his eyes have turned blue or green. Yon have hardly looked at him for thro, months past, and now all of a sudden you are greatly worried over his condition!” "Mrs. Bowser!” said Mr. Bowser, as he stood up and flourished tho book in his hand, "do yon know that you are talking to that child's father!” "Of course, I do!” “Then don't talk in that way! As that child’s father I naturally love him. I feel anxious about his health. A woman who has probably -reared a dozen children of her own writes a book on how to treat children. 1 buy it and bring it home to you to save worry and doctor’s bills, and you take It as a grievous insult. Here is what the book says about mumps. I was reading it on the car coming home, and as near as I can make out our boy “DO TOU KNOW THAT YOVI ARK TALKING TO THAT CHILD’S FATHKR?” will be down with mumps before sun rise to-morrow. It says th*o the pre monitory symp —" “How many times do children have the mumps?" quietly asked Mrs. Bowser. “H-how many times? Why do you ask?” “Because he had ’em six months ago! Your natural anxiety about your offspring should have made you re member the circumstances.” “Y-e-s-um! Yes, Ido remember that he had the mumps, or what you called the mumps. I suppose he has also had the chicken-pox?” "Certainly he has!” “And the -whooping cough'.’” “Yes, when he was only eight months old.”. "Mrs. Bowser, when I looked into that boy’s face this morning I was I shocked. I tell you his system is all | out of gear, and he needs something to bracn him up. As near as 1 can make out from this book be ha* some aIL Wot of hi Uw, itnd I propoH-" “You propose lo give him some of your dope 1” she finished as ho best* tated. "My dopel Yon said dope, didn't youl What do you mean by dope!" “I mean the barrel of stuff yon have bought and taken a dose or two of and then put away. If anything is wrong with that child we’ll call in a doctor." “Mrs. Howser, if that child has worms—lf the seal of death has already been stamped—" “But he has no worms!" she inter rupted. ."If anything nils the child he is too healthy. If you want to take four hundred different sorts of sarsa pariilas, invigorators, tonioa, cures and all that I have no objections, but for mercy's sake don't get a fad about our childl" “Pad! I'adl” he echoed. “Then it's a fad, is it. to discover Hie symptoms of a deadly disease and apply a remedy in timel As the loving father of that child it is not only my duty but my privilege to look him over and guard him. That hectic flush on his face this evening did not escape my notice. For all you know he may bo coming down with scarlet fever. “That hectic flush was caused by his playing circus and standing on his bend," replied Mrs. Bowser. “He gets ten hours’ sleep every night, eats like a man, and never even has a aora throat." “Have you heard him moan out in bis sleep. Mrs. Bowser—moan and groan and sigh end sob? Perhaps not, hut 1 have, and this hook says those are the premonitory symptoms ol spinal meningitis. Before the clock strikes midnight we may he childless!” "And before the clock strikes ten I'll throw that book into the stovel" she hotly replied. “The idea of an old maid writing a book to tell mothers how to bring up children! And the idea of your paying two or three dollars for such nonsense!" "Am I in ray own house, or am I not!” shouted Mr. Bowser ns he rose up and glared at her. “Yea, of course,” she answered. "And am 1 tho fattier of that child!" “Of course." “Then I am going to sc* him and de> termino for myself whether he will live the night out or die before another sun rises! If you wisli to accompany me to his—" But just then young Bowser. Whc had been awakened by his father's loud talk, came downstairs in his nightdress, and ho presented such a picture, of good health that Mr. Bowser sat down with the feeling that ho had lost his case. It wasn't until Mrs. Bowser was leading the boy hack U beil that the father found words tossy: "Death may not have actually placed its mark upon liis brow, hut if can’t ho far off. I'll look him over it the morning.” "And the lawyers the alimony custody of the child, and so forth? 1 she queried, as she paused on the stairs CAME DOWNSTAIRS IN HIS NIGHTDRESS. He glared and glared, hut made no reply, and when she was out of sight he opened the window, threw the book at a cat on the fence, and then sal down and whispered to himself: “That's another close call for me, and If I don’t put my foot right down I'll bo turned right out of my own house inside of a month I”—Detroit Free Press. THE REGULAR ARMY. Provisions for the Enjoyment of tin Soldiers. An enlisted man serving* on the frontier has opportunities for sport that would lie envied by hundreds ol yealthy men, especially in the way oi hunting and fishing, lie plays all kinds of outdoor games, is regular in his habits, lias stated times for meals and for sleep, which all tend to the development of hia physical powers, and tho training he receives strength ens his frame and gives him an easy, upright carriage that never after leaves him until old age lays the weight of its hand upon him. The post exchange is fitted up with billiard and poolroom, lunch-counter and cardroora. Only the best grades of beer are sold there, and drunkenness cannot exist under present restricted rules. A pleasant room is always set aside as a reading-room, where current newspapers are on file, and In addition to this each company usually main tains a library. A post school is main tained for six months of the year, where he may improve his mental con dition, if he desires, lie Is provided with excellent clothing, which, when altered to fit neatly, is the nattiest uniform known. A drunkard or other questionable character may possibly creep in among the men enlisted, hut he is soon “spotted.” and under the law that five previous convictions by courts martial are suffl elent to award dishonorable discharge, he is soon gotten rid of. It is creditable to the army that all men now serving in the ranks, except possi bly a few left over from the old army, are capable of reading and writing the English language, that is, in a limited sense. To enter the service a man must sub mit a certificate of character from his last employer, and in many other ways satisfy the examining officer that he is a worthy young man. If he be intelli gent his services are sought by the dif ferent department chiefs as clerk, or in some other capacity. The new law which allows any enlisted man of two years’ service to apply for examination with a view to securing a commission has already induced many brignt young men to enter the ranks. If Un people can only be prevailed upon tq cast aside the prejudice which has blinded their judgment of the army for the past twenty years, our young men will lie only too willing to enlist, and enjoy the bene tits that accrue during threa years’ tergi ol serrief.—Uarpdi H Week!/, RUFUS SANDERS. The Saga of Rooky Creek on the Wishy-Washy Man. Tbs •■Mainest*' Trouble With Drorjr Urifflo. Captain Hunting or the I-on* Creek litre Guard* -Through the Dark Valley. (Copyright 1*95.) In every condition —in religion and in politics—it will poy a man to choose tides and pick his flag and then stand tA s for m c, I would a whole somethin or oth er oncst a year -the year round. ; In my day and -gen oration W* .'NS' % \ I have covered V lots of ground and seen a heap of sights, you under stand. but I have never yet seen a wishy-washy man that didn’t back him self into a great fret and confusion ment before he quit. If he is one thing today and another thing tomorrow and somethin else the next day ho is more than probable to draw a blank before the game runs out to a finish. Tin Moil Vnhapplest Man now in regards to religion, about the most unhappiest and changeful man I ever run up with was old man Drury Griffin, which he used to run a lit,He water mill down on Deer Creek. He was a middlin good farmer and the hullicst sort of a mill man, but some how or somehow else he never could git along smooth and easy with his church. In religion old man Drury was jest simply two or throe times too many for himself. He didn't have the neces sary stickin and stayln qualities, where as he was forever and eternally tloppiu around from the tiro into the fryin pan and hack again. Old man Drury started out when he was a right young man by takin stock with the Old School baptists over at Cool Spring church. Everything run smooth and easy with him for six mouths or a year, but late along in the summer they held the rcglar throe days meetin ntCool Springs, with feet wash in on Sunday. Right then and there old man Drury got his back up and kicked over the traces. Wo didn't be lieve in feet wnshin and he wouldn’t have no finger in the pie. Ho didn’t make out like he was smarter than the preaehor, and he couldn't give any scripture for mskiti the kick. He jest simply didn't believe in it and he never expected to believe in It it he lived nine hundred and ninety-nine years. The church then got together and sent a committee to wait on Brother Griffin and talk some sense into his head if such a thing could possibly be done. Hut it was ail vanity and vexa tion, you understand. Old man Drury got his dander up higher and yet more higher till presently the committee had to give him up as a bad egg and a gone goslin. He stuck to it that he was a genuine Primitive Baptist, horned and bred and brung up in the faith, but ho wouldn't take no feet wasbln in his’n* The committee reported the general results back to the church, and after short talks from various and sundry members touchin the pccurious conduct of the wayward and wande.in brother, it was settled that the case would go oyer to the next reglar meetin, hopin maybe old mart Drury would git back into the fold. Hut inslid of that ho got worse and worse and still more of it till finally at last the church had to turn him out end put up the bars behind him. A CtiNSln Methodist. By this time, you understand, Drury Griffin was mad with the whole world in general; and Cool Springs church in particlar. The more he talked about it the madder he got till the next thing anybody knowed he was cussin worse than a stage driver. Along ia protract ed meetin times the followin summer ail of a suddentlike he bloomed out as a full-blooded Methodist and got his name on the books over at Bark Log church. Ho was fightin mad with the Old School Baptists and wanted to git ns far away from them as possible jest for spite, whereas he run slap out to the other end of the rope. It was a monstrous long jump, but Drury made it at one leap, But it want many months before they had him up before a church meet in over at Hark Log charged with sayin things unbecomin to a good member of the Methodist church. To put it in pla-'n United Statics he had been cussin to beat six bits till the church Couldn’t stand it no longer. When they brought Drnry up Elder Smith took the case in hand and put in some straight ques tions. “Brother Griffin,” says he, “the news has come to the church that you have been cussin and carryin on till it is a plum scandalation. The church is bonnd to keep her skirts clear and un spotted from the world. Have you got anything to say ns to why you should not be treated like a weak and way ward and wanderin brother?” “I will own up to cussin a little around the edges,” says old Drury, but as to my general walk I am wiilin to show records with any man in the church. 1 am as good a Methodist ns you are Elder, but whensomever I git right mad I maybe mought cuss a little. I have heard tell of cussin Methodists all the days of my Hie, and my notion is that the best of Methodists will cuss a little when you stir ’em up and git ’em good mad. My mainest weak pint Is for cussin, but on general principles 1 am as good n Methodist as any of the committee. Methodist, Methodist is my name, and Methodist will 1 die.” They wanted old Drury to lake it all back and say he was sorry, but he couldn’t see it that way. He went on from bad to worse with his weak pint for cussin, till the church got together and throwed him overboard, and the old ship sailed on and left him. From Pillow to Post For a long time after that Drury stuck to It that he was way yonder a better Methodist than any of the crowd that had turned him out. Hethagive it out that he was goin to build up and establish the true Methodist church. He went out in an old field dost hy Har)t Log and knocked up n pine polo cabin, which he called the True church. He put In a pulpit and made some benches and bought a Bible. Then ha <*U lu with Bfnp*un KfbHtwtqA'-whleh you understand Zeb had been turned out for ridin the circuit with a squeal In chestnut sorrel horse—and put him in to be the preacher of the true church. Hut it soon come to pass that the True church didn't draw like Drury and Zeb thought it would. Zeb was the preach er and Drury was the church, and there they stood. As time went on they found out that they want turnin the Christian world upside down any to speak of. so they held a few private cussin matches together and adjourned the meetin and took out and quit. Well, ns time on old Drury put his name in with first one church and then another till lie didn't have no where logo. He put in with tile Pres byterians but soon got his back up because they set down losing and stood up to pray. He lowed that want in line with his notions of religion, so he pulled out and quit. The next thing anybody knowed ho had jined in with the Episcopal church, but he couldn't stick there six months. He lowed dancin whs worse than cus sin accordin to Ids doctrines, and be sides that they didn't do nothin in church but read prnyersnnd sing songs, and kneel down and git up, and then git up and kneel down. Ho he “riz and fell with ’em" as long as he could stand it, and then dropped out into the cold world oncst mure. The plain unwashed truth is that any church and all the churches was too good for Drury Griffin. The mainest trouble with Drury Griffin, you under stand, was the general all-ni'ound cu sedness of Drury Griffin. Ho lived on to a good old nge, made plenty of money and left his folks in good tlx. Hut lie died out of the church and out of sorts and out of line with the whole entire human family. And he died for the good of his country. Here lately 1 have seen and heard a right sharp about the soldier boys trap sin around and goin off to their sum mer camps and drilling. It puts me in mind of Captain Steve llnntin and his soldier boys, and the Saturday evenin drillins they use to have. Steve Him tin stood I reckon about six feet and three axe handles in his socks, you nn derstand, and covered all the ground he stood on. Soon along in durin of the first year of the war the boys over on Gong Creek fell in together and got up a soldier company they called the Long Creek Horse Guards, which Steve llnntin he was the Captain. They had their reg inr weekly drillins every Saturday evenin, and whilst they didn’t raise no scandlous big lot of fuss and feathers they meant war and war meant fight in, and wiien the time come they fit like so many tigers all the way from Sump ter's battered walls to the famous ap ple tree. Hut I started out to tell you somethin more in particlar about Crptain Steve llnntin and the drillins him and his men use to have. It was then in the summer time, you understand, and ail the work stock about the farms was busy peepin through their collars aud pnllin the plows and wagons. So con sequentially Captain Hnntin and his boys had to hook up their brood mares and ride over to the old field where they had their drillin grounds. And natu rally of course there was a young colt followin along at every marc's heels. The boys had made Steve their Captain because lie stood way up yonder higher than they rest and made a monstrous flue appearrnent on a horse. Hut as to Stove, lie didn't know no more about military matters than a mule knows about innthematics. He didn't know but for general orders, and I recollect till yet how lie use. to give them out to the boys. He needed two to start and then two to stop. In ordermont to start up the drillin he would say ; "Company attention 1 Hide your horses.” Then ho would ride off ahead and lead the boys round and round, back and fourth aerossthe old field for hours and hours. Then by-and-by in order mont to come to a stop he would say : "Company halt! Suckle colts.” Hut whilst there want no stars and stripes or fancy trimrains on Captain Stove Huntin, when his country called him iu dead earnest he showed down like a thoroughbred, and I rcckin no doubts the most gonebyest fighters that ever raised the rebel yell was the Long Creek Horse Guards. Through Dark Viillpy. The news come through Aunt Nancy Newton from Panther Creek one day last week to the extent that old man Dabny Grayson was dead. It want to say in no ways surprisin to mo to hear that old man Dabny had passed on through the dark valley, you under stand, but it. put me in mind of what Kiev Scroggins loves to say—"some folks have sense, whilst others have fits.” Old man Dabny had been a stirrer from base, and a stirrer from his youth up. Hy hard work ond dost figuration ho had managed so as to git ahead of the hounds and buy a good farm and raise up a fine crop of children and save some money. Haley nobody couldn’t blame old man Dabny—accordin to the hard fight he had to make—but he was famous as the elostest and most stin giest man in all that region of country. Two or three years ago a stranger from somevvhercs up North wont down through the Panther Creek settlement and tarried over for a few days. Ky and-by he put in and bought forty acres of land from old man Dabny—in woods and hills and hollows over on the creek-for a hundred dollars. In tellin me about it old man Dabny was braggin powerful on the trade. "That land aint good for nothin,.Un fits, except to hold the world together,’ says he. “The timber is scrubby and whilst there are some big springs over there, even to the water aint fiUen to drink. Hlamed if the water don't jest naturally stink, and it smells like rot ten eggs.” Hut the stranger from somowherea up Nortli want gone nowheres. you un derstand. He soon give it out that he bad found the bulliest sort of sutphur water on hia land. Then he went off and worked up a boom, and come back and sold out to a crowd of town men for two thousand dollars, which they are now flxin to build a big hotel over there and take summer boarders. And that was what ailed old man Dabny Grayson—ho got the news and 1 couldn’t keep from thinkin about tha big things he had missed. Up to that time he was hale and hearty, but after that he moped and moaned till the last shower come and he had to take out aud quit. ' Hunts Saxduu. Missouri has 11411,401 farm horses. Missouri raises pg.fisj bushel* of Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U. S. Gov’t Report Royal &S2 ABSOLUTELY PURE Alberta— 'T do wish it were not the cus tom to wear the engagement ring only on the tliird Unger of one’s left hand.” Alethea —‘•Ho do 1. I can’t get mere thun half my engagement 1 lugs on at one time, now.”— Life. Men arc born with two eyes, but with one tonfrhe. In order that they should see twice as much as they say.—Colton. 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