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LA'A"ETTE. - LOt' I SAA.
ACCORD.MG TO HER LlilTS. I
( - MO R. W O.''
said Ralph rri
mer, this thc to
morrow, Joe, we
shall have c-s.ed
thef ubicon. \'hat
then ?"
The womw by
his side rai6s her
eyes and k'ked
straight out into
the far disttare.
"What tka ?"
she echo-d.
Be took her hand in his as he cent
on:
"A new llfe, Joan. New interets
hnew ties- new hopes. Isn't ' so?
A marv.:lous light dawned briditly
in her ey's, glowed, and lingered.
"Yes," she whispered, "yes."
His clasp tightened a little on the
hand he held.
"It's a grave step, though. Joaqt,' he
said, "and once taken it can no ver l re
tra.ced. You-you have considered it
well, dear? You are qui+e sure thataou
have no regrets-that you will a;.er
blame me '"
She turned to hint quiekly and bid
?ter soft cheek on the big brown hlnd
that claslpd hers, with one of the pretty
car,-ssing gestures that c:ame so nau
rally to her. "I have consfltlered it
well," she answered, "and I have tot
one regret. I am yours absolutely,,*w
and alwa;.s. ])o with me as you w1ll,
I shall never blame you. Why shoad
1?"
"Why should you?" he repea'el.
"Why? I don't believe there is te
other woman in the world who w'+d
ask such a question at such a motnet
-but you are different from other
women."
She looked at himn gravely.
"Why shoulld I blame you?" she ask
again, with simple directness;
n ue."
"Because of all that you are girta4 gi
up for my ,;:ke;" he answered, in ai PC
tone, and then he turned his head aw si
She went a step nearer to him.
"l.liph," she said, softly and stea til
ly, "the woman who puts any earthlj hi
cons:deral ion befor.e the happiness a ti
welfare of the mar, she loves is na4
worthy 1-th name of woman. The love of
that doub4A and fears and counts th.
cost and gaun is not worthy the nan. t
of love." ti
.He looked at her, ,is he had often dona tR
before during their short acquaintancee
with wondering tenderness not un- l
mixcd with awe. I
"You're an angel, Joan," he said, a;
slowly. "An angel-nothing less; and
I'm a ma-- nothing more."
She sm:ted up in his face. |
"Yes, .alph, something more-the
pan 1 lose." ai
He looked at her again, but did not k
speak-he could not- -and they wan.lked -
on side by side, and hand in hand.
Through the broad, rich pasture land, t
where the drowsy cattle stood knee
deqp in the lush, green grass and golden (
buttercups. on the bank of the narrow, _
win g :tream they went, in ;h q,
ecenitd summer dusk, and paused by t
the old gray ruined bridge, their fa
vorite try: Ling place. h
Ralph Ianr.ed on the moss-grown wall
and gazed down at the swift, silent j
waters beneath.
"Dq you remember the first time we
iee here?' he asked "Whatacontrast
_ ae) and nw." .
ph;Ah a contrast-what a eon
trast, indeel "het"lithtey had been ac
qu.asatances of a day, and now-well,
now they were al in all to one another,
and the morrow would mark te he
ginning of a new life-a life in which
the conventional laws of social cus.om
"1 arva CO cxsIDaED IT WZLL."
and morality would have no part or
let. "All for love and the world well
ot," was the keynote of their future.
How it came about, that was the paz
dle, for Ralph Iorrimer seemed the
most unlikely man in the world to go
amad for a woman's sake.
A big, strong, self-contained, self
reliant man, oaring little or nothing
for the soeiety of*omen, and having
many interestirin lif4apart from and
beyond merely sentimental onar, No
one who knew him wouldhave expected
Shim to fall a victim tagrtamdepassion,
least of all would he have expected it of
timself. But it is always the unex
-etted that happens.
SHe did not know what had happened:
te could not attempt to explain it. It
was beyond him. He only knew that
Svery tai lt et-of Joean Meredith's
hald 4t 4 M with such love and
.a. e ametal man could with
Ms wee
t_-nlcal spirit of the ague. She was fu
ideilist, a dreattl.r of dreams; unprac
tical and unworldly. The spirit of the
ag'e had pa5sedl her by in her quiet coun
try hotwe, and she still cherishtd the il
lusions \viith wl'hich she had entered on
wuomnu's estate.
"1)o you rememtlber?" he asked again.
"Yes, 1 rememletr," she said, i .i her
.oft i.'i(C.
lie turned and looked at her as slih
stood there by Lis side, tall and straight
and sleinder, her fa% a little uplifted
so that the fading lP ht lingered upon
I it. Such a face! Sreet and fair,. and
tend('r and true, with a wistful, sensi
tive mouth, and clear, steadfast eyes.
The face of a woman absolutely un
selfish, purely womanly, counting loss
as but gain when endured for love's
sake.
Something in the gaze of those inno
cent eyes, with their soft, unwavering
light, touched hinm as he had never
been touched in all his life before, and
a great wave of remorse and shame
swept over him.
"I'm a brute," he cried, "even to think
of letting you make such a sacrifice for
me. 1 ought to refuse it, but I can't-.
I can't. I love you too well. Oh! Joan,
why did you learn to love me? I ain not
worthy the love of such a woman as
you. Or, if you must waste your heart
on me, why didn't fate bring us to
gether years ago? I could have offered
you love with honor, then; now I can
only offer you love with dishonor."
"lut love," she said, softly; "love
still."
"Yes," he answered, looking straight
into her eyes; "love still-love alwayvs.
Is that enough. Joan?"
She caine nearer to him and put her
hand on his arm. "Dear," she said.
"how little you know me, even now, or
you would not ask that question. Don't
'you understand that I like to make this
sacrifice for you-that I am glad to
give all I have to give for the sake of the
man I love?"
She looked up at him, and the light
t that irradiated her face was not of this
iworld, but the reflection of diviner
fires above. No shadow of regret, no
lingering thought of self, marred the
I completeness of her contemplated sac
I rifice. All that she had to give she gave
without grudging, and would have
given ten times over, exulting in the
power to give, for the sake of the man
she loved.
There are natures that are predes
tined to martyrdom, and find their true
happiness therein, and hers was one of
those.
He put his hand over hers as it say
on his arm.
"The man you love," he said, "and
the man who loves you. Don't forget
that, Joan. The man who loves you.
Remember it always."
"Always," she echoed, 'softly. "The
man who loves me. Yes, I know you
love me, Ralph. You have told n:e so,
and I--believe you."
lIe looked down at her and smiled.
"Well, dear, you have deeds as well
as words to strengthen your belief. If
you are giving up for the man you love,
am I not also giving up for the woman I
ive? Not so much, perhaps-but still
something."
There was a moment's pause, and
then she turned to him quickly:
"Are you giving up, Ralph? I don't
think I realized that before. I thought
-I thought you had all to gain and
nothing to lose. I thought - I
thought-"
"That you were to bear all the loss,"
he supplemented, with a grate smile.
"W#ald that be a fair division of labor, t
Jpn ? I don't think so."
She was still looking up at him with
idle, startled eye
"But I do-I o. And I should like
to bear all the loss, Ralph; I want to
bek it alL Can't I?"
,Re shook his head.
"lo, you can't, dear--and thank God
for it. I may be a selfish brute-some
weasn say all men are---but I'm ready
to hear my share of this undsrtaking.
I bhe no desire to shift the whole bur
denta to y Joan."
r!l cove her face with her hands.
" i1hought-I thought," she mur
Wmae, brokenly. "Oh, Ralph, you 1
told me that you were miserable ini
you home life; that your marriage
hamaeen a family arrangement without
love oh either side, and that the eon
st*t, gret and strain of living with a
wU1 whom you disliked and de
splised ere lowering your moral nature
and making you hard and bitter and
cyalaeek You told me that I was the
only woman that you had ever loved
and that I alone could make you happy
and "a you to better Wings. You
told me all that, Ralph, or else--or
else-J
"A d I told you the truth," he an
Swe4 doggedly. "As .dhere's a
H ve us, I told you6ihe truth.
But . re wMdly and practical
coa s t* Joan, though you
are ibtlaworldly *d upraetical that
I hadly know how to explain them to
r you. ltlfe-in a man's life more than
I in a W an'sm-there are things of al
. mrost value with love, and those
t-l.in.,m i~ ~oCruou. Does
e that 5 brutal, dear? I dbn't mean
o to be biln, but only to prove how well
I love Jos"
- She did not mo e.
g "Wh.ine the things?" she asked,
g her t stiill hidden in her clasped
d hands.:
o He fbt5red uneasily.
d "A eother woman would know with
, out aSig. The things are obvious
SI enougt ough it isn't easy to put them
- Into words. You see, dear, to
begin , there's the good opinion of
I: 1 one's men, and a man who does
et what i going to do must forfeit
it that do you thik willbe saidof
'a me in world when this comes out
sI Shan't euiled a brute and an out
- alder, uaby every decent man and
woman aeqnaintance for the rest
-r; of my Jtintas If you w a-- w if
youpe maswt k- w what
El~1Ls -
-8b . .
"is that all?" she asked.
",o, dear, no." he answered, in the
saimte uneasy way, "that isn't all.
There's tmy career. you know. 1 always
i:.d a bent Itw.n ard !5)litie's. and I meant
i go into l]:rlianinit soine day. I
ni ght Ihve miade a naim for inmyself;
'txeryone said so-but that goes with
tlh' rest."
Another pance.
"Is that all?'" she a ked again.
"Otin' thin; moreot," he said, in a lower
lone: "there's, --there's the boy. "1'h
only liting creattre in the world that
I love--xc(ept . ou. ''The only one.
t riine dayl --as soon as lit's old ('nlogh It
to Ilunlderstntd. no ldoubt --somle kind
friend will tell him what his fatherdid,
and tlhn--then p, rhaps he'll cur'se
.\nother pause--a hong, long silence.
Ialuph turned once lore to a ghltxuy
contemplation of the rushinig streanrt,
while Joan, with he:r hains pressed
convulsively oil her thruoblbing brow.
sought blindly for a key to the cruel
p:roblem tlhat fate had set her to solve.
'iece by piecw, little by little, she
worked it out, according to her lights;
passing every detail in mental review,
until she had learned her lesson-but
at what a cost!
All the pain and longing of a lifetime
seemed to be condensed into that su
preme moment. In it shie touched the
highest heights of suffering, the lowest
ldepths of despair, and drained to its
vt-ry dregs the bitterest (utip that life
could offer her. Yet not once did she
faller or fail.
At last she uncovered her face and
looked up with a new light in her
r "alph," she said, solemnly, "thank
God it is not too late. What was going
r to be can never be now. Oh! how bIllnd
I have been--how blind! I never saw
s things as they really are till this mo
Sniment. I thought I was the mearus
e chosen by Heaven to save you fron
yourself and lead you to a happier and
better life-when all the time I was
only the bait with which the devil was
r angling for your soul. Oh. the bitter
ness of it-the bitterness and the
e shame! Ralph, dear, when we part to
night, we part forever as lovers; when
e we meet again it will be as friends.
SAs long as 1 live I will be your friend.
e your true and faithful friend, as I pray
n you may be mine; but everything else
is at an end. You must go back to your
old lje, and take up your old duties,
e and-and-" Her voice broke.
t "Never!" he cried. lie caught her to
t :. ...n. ninnd ctoredrl ger fneet Haitl
READ HER LAST WOr.DS TO IH.'.
kisses. "Joan," he went on, passion
ately, "dlear, you are mine, and I will
hold you against the world. These
things of w-hich I have spoken-what
are they all compared with you? Itell
you I have weighed them in the bal
::nces again and again, and they are
nothing-nothing-less than nothing.
But you, Joan, you are everything. If
anyone had told me three months ago
that I should ever love a woman as 1
love you, I should have laughed. 1
didn't know what was in me then-but
I know now. Think no more of what
.I said, Joan. Forget every word; or,
if you must remember, then remember
it only os a proof of my love for you.
Dear, parting is a word that must never
be mentioned between us so long as we
both live. You have promised your
self to me, and I hold you to your
promise. You are mine, as I am yours,
now and forever. Nothing but death
can part us. I swear it, and you know
I never go uack from my word. Noth
ing but death, Joan-nothing but
death. Say it after me, dear, nothing
but death!"
She shivered a little in his arms.
"Nothing but death!" she echoed,
looking, not at him, but up into the
starlit sky.
So they said good night, and 12 hours
later Ralph Lorrimer. stunned and
speechless, stood by the cold form of
the woman he had loved, and read her
last words to him: "You swore that
only death should part us, and, Ralph,
I would have lived to save and help
you; but I could not live to degrade
you. God deal mercifully with me,
if what I do is wrong. Think of me
sometimes, dear, and remember:
nGreater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his
friend.' "-London Truth.
Literal Factors Involved.
"John,5 remarked Mrs. Billus, "I ex
"pect to gb a tea to-morrow evening."
SIr. Billus, who w:.s reading his news
papewrgrunted, but made no reply.
"I said Iexpected to give a tea to-mor
row evening, John," she repeated.
S "I heard you," said John. "I can take
2 my dinner downtown."
D "I think I said a little while ago."
f again remarked Mrs. Billus, after an in
Sterval of silence, "that I intendea to
t give a tea to-morrow evening."
' "That will suit me to a T."
? "And I shall need-an XI" she snapped.
- Mr. Billus feebly ejaculated "GI" but
d he fked itover.--Chicago Tribune.
f - elancholy spreads itself betwixt
Ueavnp and earth, like envy between
uas saad man, and is an everlasting
CHINESE PORCELAIN.
No l:asy Matter to .Judge of Itm Value
and Antiquity.
Whbile (hiniles' porcelaini is ,nrai ly
;:dllir'ed, (illy 1a toitlioisie'( I ". r d .il I',1
of lung e- perltit'l (' 11 salfely pa~s upoll
the age or merits of miuch ofi whichll is
Irouight. to our sthores. \' itness the
\art vinti et.i.atc es l ' ci'ted ulijL1 the fa
IInoi. l.-nhbla-)\. <a.-e, Which rlmllou"r dc.
'clres to sa te rottgll.t zt.lllc,) at the
ceratiles.
Year by vyear increases the diflieully
of ohbaining geltnuiein n spt'ilnls of old
1,'.reclain. \\hile the dislike and sus
.picionl formerly cherished by foreign
eIrs are o;III'ehat rel: xed, tyt nrlLtilques
are gross illg llore raI:re atl are mlost
realoisly guarded. Fortnmrly vall sorts
of stories were circulate'd regarding
( hinese porcelain, stories hich origin
oied :and we'r fost'red altlotng the ('hi
nese tlhenelvles. Their smaller cups
were sensitive to the Last degree'; the
mute'rials of w hich they were conm
posed wer, restricte'l in iquantity and
%. ere buried ounderground for cenituril's
I efore they cIouhl be fused. .All these
falseh(oods on tile part of the canny
('hiinse were calculated to give exag
tgerated imnportance to their wares.
It is less than tfie centuries since
the Portuguese first introdxuced china
ware into Europe'; yt.t, since' that tinm
; vast 1lamounllt of exleritltentilation hPas
gon.e on ill ordert that tlhe llaltnufoc
tilters niglt equal the beanty of its
fine, transluent Ipaste. That, in good
i, easullte the'y hla\e sulet'lcedel is evi
d(ered y I the \\ are noD mnade in Ser'cres
:nd 1)resdehn, not, to mention the lamt
beth w orks. and ieln ouir o\\ Trenton
por(celain. Much of the latter is sold
Snhder the namne of the imported ware
• :,d at murch higher prices than could
1H' obtained otherwise, so much more
highly is that regarded which bHars the
fI rslrn s titBtll).
The best. mlasters of t li (titlicu.Ut .usi
e(et of classification of (Chinese porce
lain divide it. into four great groups.
The fir.st, or archaic, emlbraces the
w hiie, blue. iolet and green celadon.
In this first stage of fine porcelain the a
coiors. mixed Va ith the glaze.. are fixed
in the first, firing. The second class is
tr ried )by French authorities t he chrys
antlhemnu-peon1y, so styled from the d
convoutionalizrd flowers upon the sur
face of the china. In this family are
found many of the large jars so much
in evidence among dealers in this cla,~:;
of faience. All colors and shades of
color -,ere used in this class. The third
,ariety is termed famille verte, in
which the decorations are of a religious
or historical character. These orna
mtent'.tions were upon vases, bowls,
etc., used in temples or in various pious
ritcs. Green. yellow and ivory white
aret found upon these specimens.
Famillh rose. the fourth and last va
riety, embraced those exqu4tisite piece:;
c f art that were for the sole use of the
imperial family. These. while perfect
in form and coloring., include a great
,ariety of shapes. Among other de
- ices, the dragon in decoration was a
favorite, that upon pieces for the use
of the emperor always haIing five
claws, while those next in rank were
designated by one claw less.
Differing dynastie of the Chinese
empire are knownt by the coloring of
their porcelain. Thus, the Tsin dy
nasty monopolized the use of certain
bilec. the Souli of green..the Thang of
white. Next to the pure egg-shell
white, the finest and oldest of all, comes
*the most, highly prized, the antique por
celain, the Tehai. which is of a beauti
ful sky-blue color. Only slightly less
valued is the crackled blue, and then a
green and white.
However minute written descriptions
may be, there is no possibility of becom
ing expert in judging antiquity and
value save by long experience. Persons
in other respects cultured and delicate
in taste may be totally ignorant con
cerning the preciousness of some old
piece of Chinese ware. Much depends
on the dynasty in which it was manu
factured and much upon the few speci
merns of that period that are extant.
A few such, known to connoisseurs,
are worth almost their weight in gol!.
As they pass. from hand to hand they
are marked almost as much as a fine
picture by Raphael or Titian.-N. Y.
HIome Journal.
Lafayette's Descendants.
The wedding in Cincinnati recently
of the young Countde Chamburn, coun
sel of the French legation in this city.
make a recent find of the old Maryland
laws of unusual interest, as more than
100 years ago the legislature of that
state enacted a decree which related to
the Marquis de Lafayette and all of his
descendants. Prof. A. Howard Clark,
of the Smithsonian institution,has been
offered for his department an ancient,
tinme-eaten tome which gives the acts
of the Maryland legislature at the
period of the revolution. And among
the most curious extracts may be men
t;oned the following, which is dated at
Annapolis. the 1st of November, 1874:
S"Be it enacted by the general assembly
of Maryland, that the Marquis de Lafay
ette anti his heirs (male) forever shall
lie, and they and each of them are here
by, deemed, adjudged, and taken to be
natural born citizens of this state, and
shall henceforth be entitled to all the
immunities, rights and privileges of
natural born citizens thereof, they and
every one of them conforming to the
constitution and the laws of the state,
in the enjoyment and exercise of such
immunities, rights and privileges."
Washington Post. .
' Tracing Flowers in Metal.
Icy chance it hhs been discovered that
even the most delicate tracery of the
. petals of flowers can be reproduced In
I metal. During the trail of a new fuse
the other day, a small leaf fell between.
a dynamite cartridge and an iron block
t on which the cartridge was fired. As
a. result a perfect imprint of the leaf
Swas left on the iron.--Chicago Inter
Ocean.
SILVER EKIG BARLEY. 116 l I1.
The barley wonder. Yiel!s r'ight
nlong on poor, good or inditl"trent sil:
SOi to 100 bus. per acre. That pat's at
k0c. a bushel!
Salzer's mammoth catalo*ue is full
of good things. Silcr Min ue ( ts vidhl
ed 2ol 1-3 bushels in 1S95. It will do
better in 1S96. Hurrah for 'tsir, te,
Salld .'tcl.h Spurry and (iant ('loe,,"
land lots ai:d lots of gra.ssC5 iad clhi irs
thley of1Tr. 3 p1Iackages carliet. rte('
tables $1.00.
Ii-' YoU' w\Ir. CT TITIS oUT AND ?NI) it
v. ith 10e. posta:ge to the John 1. Salr
Steed Co., La Crosse. WVi., yoiu \ill ',vt
free tein .grain and graIs '.:llllst', ill
eludinrLlarley. etc..and their catalogue.
Catalogue alone 5c. (K)
THE Evil or RESTHICiTEI) L1xIu';"E.--(ild
Party (sadly)-"My poor man, wi: do 1 al
ways find you hanging around this sal.on !''
Bibulous 1Bill-"I can't help meself, Mlister.
it's the only one in town."--l'u k.
Al. mn. experience of the world tiaaht
me that in t, eases out of 100) the sale aud
just side of a question is the generous and
merciful side.--Mrs. Jameson.
FE4'T.RKs-the great soul's apparent seat.
-Bryant.
Bics--'I am so stout that l knowexer
cise would do me lots of good." 'Famns
"'Then why don't you git out and shovel
that snow off the walk"' Biggs-"That's
not exercise, that's work."-Truth.
Wn.LtIE-"I know sister would be glad to
go slkting with you." Ringway-"What
inakt.. veou think sot' "'She says she has
been dying all winter to have you break t-he
ice."-Life.
MWANY historians take pleasure in putting
into the niolutis of priuni's what the'y h:ive
neither said aor ought to have said.--Vol
taire.
In.na I find a great deal of gratitude in
a poor man I take it for granted there would
be as m.clh generosity if he were rich.
Pope.
In ...ezn is the burial of a living man.
Jcremy Taylor.
"How is it that you, a simple citizen, call
yourself a marquis?" "My parents live on
the Marquises islands."-Le Figaro.
HER SrECIA.TT.--She claims to be an
artist, though
Art scarcely can define her,
But looking on her face we know
She i3 a calciminer.
-Detroit Free Press.
Wi.i.---"I knew von were coining to
aight." Castleton-"\'hy. Willie"' Willie
-"'Sister has been asleep all the afternoon."
s -Truth.
_-.-- ---.
THERE is this good in real evils-they
deliver us, while they last, from the petty
-despotism of all that were imaginary.
' Colton.
PERsONAL. EXPERIENCE.-He--"Her treat
ment of Jack has made him an anti-vivisei
f tionist." She-"How is that?" Ho--"He
knows what it is to feel out up."-Puck.
. ... . . . . ... . . . . -" . . . = --7" -
This is the
CUPID
hair pin. It has a
double set of spiral
curves and will not
slip out of the hair.
It is made by
Richardson & De
Long Bros., manu
facturers of the fa
mous DeLONG
HOOK and EYE.
RIN6 TH.
POPULAR E
IN FAVOR OF
NOR11 STAT ..
THERE IS
NONE JUST AS6 GOOD''
DO YOU SMOKE
FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE DEALER..?
OR FOR YOUR OWN COMFORT AND PLEASURE ?
F FOR THE LATTER.YOU ARE ENTITLED TO THE VERY
BEST TOBACCO YOUR MONEY WILL BUY.'
THERE IS NONE 'JUST AS GOOD'As
""".O.&*OLD NORTH TATE..
TIHEREFORE: DEMAND IT AND
TAKE NO SVBSTITVTE.
Stop, Thief!
IStop a small maladry, wl:ich is s--a'ing
I your strength. I fore it 4,utr0n. %our t ower
to arrest it, ri r1.'eoveIr ,iwhat IL too(k from
" hIu. tl' ...t cI^ Jun o pt.'1 t I..t iutr'latot
Soft ri. I t t and tt is 11 st::i rs i'tr
Tu"i r, is il.e rrat lfiews v . ritlr. ti h ati norvt
qtl tdes lt o(e e il'trt worL.tLa.I.I :\i :l tilhi.
Iunfsts those trruptblood of I lnt It
wpith . ratrid halhrs. the is r for
tl tp il, talarials, Srhepatrll a.d e.icy
ct'uplhattus and bliouusn,.-s.
TneIra is no groat aclntvement tlat is not
the result ('' outient l twtOig ltndt: waIttiug.-
Scrofula
Infests the blood of humanity. It
appars in varied forms, but is fot:ced
to yield to Hood's Sarsaparilla, which
purifies and vitalizes the blood and
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" In September, 1.)4, I made a misstep and
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A Sore
two inchos across formed and in walking to
favor it 1 sprained my ankle. Thb sore be
camie worse; I could not put my boot on
and I thought I should hay,: to give up at
every step. I could not get any relief and
had to stop work. I read of a curo of ia
similar case by Htood's Sarsaparilla and
concluded to try it. Befl re I had taken all
of two bottles the sore had healed and the
swelling had gone down. My
F" 00
is now well and I have been greatly bone
ilted otherwise. I have increased in weight
and am in better health. I cannot say
enough in praise of hood's Sarsaparilla."
3I1s. H. BL.AE, South Berwick, Maine.
This and other similar cures prove that
Hood's
Sarsaparilla
Is the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists. 1
Prepared only by C.I. Hood & Co.. Lowell Mass.
Hood's Pills the best family cathartic
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