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Tho Dollar Family. Pennies live a Half-Dime make. Nor a Dime two Half-Dimes take. Five Half-Dimes —'tis surely so— To a Quarter quickly grow. Two of these —I tell you true — One Half-Dollar give to you. You shall tell me, little scholar. How many Halves will make a Dollar! And to show, my little rhymes You've not forgot, how many times One Half-Dollar counts in Dimes! Yet again, if Quarters two Make a Half, I'll ask of you. It' I owe a Dollar, yet How many Quarters pay the debt? Or if Dimes are needed, tell Just how many do as well. Back to Half-Dimes now we come If you tell me what's the sum Needed for a Dollar, dear, My short lesson's ended here! —Agnes Lewis Mitchell. How the Lynx Whipped Mr. Dog. The coon had been out after a chicken lor his Sunday dinner, and was almost home again when he met the possum, who said: "I've been waiting for you and want to have a little talk. You know tho dog over there at tho red farmhouse?" "Of course I do, and a bad dog he is," replied the coon. "He chased me out of the cornfield at least a dozen times last fall." "And now he's after me," continued the possum, "and I've got so scared of him that I hardly dare move from my home. Can't we fix it to teach him ales.-on? If we had the woodcliuck to help us the three of us might lick him out of his hide." "My dear 'possum, neither you nor the woodchuck are fighters, and the dog is too much for me alone. You just hold on for a while, however. A lynx who is a friend of mine, and who once helped mo out of a fix, will soon bo here to winter in the swamp. When he comes we'll make that dog wish he had never been born." "Can a lynx whip a dog?" asked the 'possum. "Can he? Well, I should say so! Why, a lynx can light like a house afire, and gets in turee bites to a dog's one. Let me tell you a little story. Two years ago this same lynx and I were living over in the big cranberry marsh and having a good time of it. Game was plenty and we were getting fat when a farmer's dog took it into his head to make trouble for me. Every time I went out he got after mi-, and sometimes I had a close shave of being caught. It was no use to talk or argue with him, and so one day I went to the lynx and told him all about it." "And what did the lynx say?" "Why, he was ready to help me at once. He was a big fellow with sharp teeth and claws like carpet tacks, and he was pleaseu with tho idea of liav iug a fight. Ho told me just what to do, and I did it, and we had lots of fun over it. One night wo started out together and reached an old potato field near the house. Then I left the lynx and went on by myself. I had to go quite to the barn before the dog scented me and came after mo like a young whirlwind. I ran for the spot where the lynx was hiding, and when we got thero the dog wasn't ten feet behind me." "And the !ynx jumped out on tho dog. did he?" asked the 'possum. "You guess he did! Yes, sir, he jumped out with his mouth wide open and caught the dog by tho throat, and there was a light worth seeing. The dog was no coward, but, bless you, tho lynx rolled him around as if he was nothing but a rag doll. Pretty soon the dog tried to run away, but I grabbed him by the tail and hung on, ano' the lynx bit him till his hide was full of holes. That dog would not have got away alive, but the farmer heard the row and came down with a lan tern and a club. He drove us away and carried his dog to the house in his arms, and though the dog didn't die, he took good care not to meddle with me again that winter. I used to walk about almost under his nose, but he wouldn't even make faces at me. One night I called him a coward and dared him to come out behind the pig pen and fight me, but he began bark ing at a polecat and never answered me." "And you'll get the lynx to do some thing in my case?" asked the 'possum. "I certainly will. You just hold on for about two weeks and we'll give that dog such a surprise party that ho won't know his ears from his hind feet. I'm sleepy now and want to go to bed, but 1 slia'n't forget your case. Keep quiet and say nothing, and when the lynx arrives we'll fix up our plan and Mr. Dog will wish he was a last year's lamb." Hunting for Pcnrlii. Pearl-diving may be classed among the most perilous occupations known to breadwinners. The simplest acci dents bring fatal consequences. The life-line and the air-pipe are the means of fouling, and carelessness on the part of the diver or boatman is always pos sible. It must be remembered that the boat is not stationary, but drifts with the tide, for an anchor would catch in the heavy coral growths. The diver must keep lip with the boat, but is obliged to run from side to side on the rough bottom so that no pearl bearing shell may escape him. My first accident, says H. Phelps Whit marsh, who at one time dived for his living off the Australian coast, hap pened before I had been diving three weeks. I had been working in about j ten fathoms of water all the morning. | and as my bag was full, I gave the signal to ascend. The life-line taut ened. I was lifted from my feet, and drawn upward. When within ten feet of the boat's bottom, I suddenly felt a tightening under my left arm, and my upward progress stopped. Before I realized that anything was wrong, the check, which held the air-pipe un der my arm, parted, and I was pulled back head downward. Instantly all the air in the dress went into the legs, which swelled like two immense sau sages and held me suspended, heels up. For the first few moments of my sur prise and terror, I kicked, struggled and yelled like a madman. The boys pulled with might and main at the life-line round my waist, but my hel met seemed to be anchored to the bot tom. After I had kicked myself into a state of exhaustion, I reasoned out the cause of my dilemma. It was evi dent that the air-pipe was fast below. I began at once to try to make the boys understand that I wanted them to lower me. All my signal shakes and jerks were lneffecual. They held the line taut, and* every few moments made a violent effort to pull me in halves. At last, however, they had sense enough to signal for help, and after I had hung betwixt top and bot tom for about half an hour, my air pipe was released and I was pulled pp half-dead to the surface. —Youth's Companion. His Tender Heart. Boys are sometimes tempted to think that to be tender hearted is to be weak and unmanly. Yet the tenderest heart may ho associated with the strongest will. Take, for example, the story told of him to whom we owe our won derful railway system. George Steph enson went one day into an upper room of his houso and closed the win dow. It had been open a long time because of the great heat, but now the weather was cooler, and so Mr. Steph enson thought it would be well to shut it. He little knew what he was doing. Two or three days afterward, however, he chanced to observe a bird flying against the same window and beating against it with his might again and again as if trying to break it. His sym pathy and curiosity were aroused. What could the little thing want? He went at once to the room and opened the window to see. The window open, the bird flew straight to one partic ular spot in the room, where Steph enson saw a nest. The poor bird looked at It, took in the situation at a glance and fluttered to the floor, broken-hearted, almost dead. Steph enson, drawing near to look, was filled with unspeakable sorrow. There sat the mother bird, and under it four lit tle tiny ones—mother and young—all apparently dead. Stephenson cried aloud. He tenderly lifted the ex hausted bird from the floor, the worm it had so long and so bravely strug gled to bring to its home and young still in its beak, and carefully tried to revivo it, but all his efforts proved in vain. It speedily died and the great man mourned for many a day. At the same time the force of George Steph enson's mind was changing the face of the earth, yet he wept at the sight of this little family, and was deeply grieved because he himself had un consciously been the cause of the death. A Iliihy I.ark's Lesson. A pretty fancy put into charming words is that of a young lark's flight, told by J. M. Barrie, in Scrlbner's Mag azine: A baby lark had got out of its nest sideways, a full of a foot only, but a dreadful drop for a baby. "You can get back this way," its mother said, and showed it the way. But when the baby tried to leap, it fell on its back. Then the mother marked out lines on the ground, on which it was to practice hopping, and it got along beautifully so long as the mother was there every moment, to say, "How wonderful you hop!" "Now teach me to hop up," said the little lark, meaning that it wanted to fly; and the mother tried to do It in vain. She could soar up, up, very bravely, but she could not explain how she did it. "Wait till the sun comes out after the rain," she said, half-remembering. "What Is sun? What is rain?" the little bird asked. "If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing." "When the sun comes out after rain " the mother replied, "then you will know how to sing." The rain came, and glued the little bird's wings together. "I shall never be aDlc to fly or sing!" it wailed. Then, of a sudden, it had to blink its eyes, for a glorious light had spread over the world, catching every v leaf and twig and blade of grass in tears, put ting a smile into every tear. The baby bird's breast swelled, it did not know why; it fluttered from the ground, it did not know why.. "The sun has come out after the rain!" it trilled. "Thank you, sun! Thank you! thank you! 0 mother! Did you hear me? I can sing!" Then it floated up, up, calling. "Thank you! thank you! thank you!" to the sun. "O mother, do you see me? I am flying!" In one of Dean Swift's letters he al ludes to the fact that, in his day, the shops of tile perfumers in London were lounging places for young nobl men and other fashionable idlers. I TlLlffi'S SOW SfiOl A GOSPEL MESSAGE. Subject : Christian Heroism—Those Who Hear Scars Won in the Service of Jesus Christ Shall Be lllchly Kucuai pensed—God Will Honor Them* [Copyright 1901.1 WASHINGTON, D. C.—ln this discourse Dr. Talmage praises Christian heroism and tells of great rewards. The text is Gala tians vi, 17, "I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus." We hear much about crowns, thrones, victories, but I now tell the more quiet story of scars, honorable and dishonorable. There are in all parts of the u'orld people bearing dishonorable scars. They went into the battle of sin and were M'orsted, and to their dying day they Mill have a salification of body or mind or soul. It cannot be hidden. There are tens of thousands of men and M'omen now conse crated to God and living holy lives M'ho were once corrupt, but they have been re generated, and they are 110 more what they once M'ere than rubesence is emacia tion, than balm is vitriol, than nooday is midnight. But in their depleted physical health or mental twist or style of tempta tion they are ever and anon reminded of the obnoxious past. They have a memory that is deplorable. In some twinge of pain or some tendency to surrender to the wrong which they must perpetually resist they have an unwholesome reminiscence. They carry scars, deep scars, ignoble scars. But Raul in my text sliou-s us a scarifi cation which is a badge of honorable and self-sacrificing service, lie had in his Meak eves the result of too much study, and in his body, bent and u*orn, the signa ture of seourgings and shipwrecks and maltreatment by mobs. In my text he shoM's those scars as he declares, "I bear in my body the marks of the Lord desus." Notice that it is not u'ounds, but scar?, and a scar is a healed u'ound. Before the sOar is well defined upon the flesh the in flammation must have departed, and right circulation must have been restoied, end new tissue must have been finned. Jt is a permanent indentation of the flesh—a cicatrix. Raul did well to show these scars. They u*ere positive and indisputa ble proofs that M'ith oil his bod v. mind and soul he believed uhat lie said; they Mere his diploma, showing that he had graduated from the school of hardship for Christ; they were credentials proving his right to lead in the M'orld'a evangelization. Men are not ashamed of scars got in battle for their country. No American is embarrassed when you ask him, "Where did you get that gash across your fore head?" and he can answer, "That Mas from a sabre cut at San Juan." When vou ask some German, "Where did you lose your right arm?" he is not ashamed to say, "1 lost it at Sedan." When you ask an Italian, "Where did you lose your eye?" he is not annoyed when he can an swer, "I suffered tlmt in the last battle under our glorious Garibaldi." But 1 re mind you of the fact that there are scars not got in u'ar which are just as illus trious. We had in this country years ago an eminent advocate M'ho Mas called into the Residential Cabinet as Attorney-Gen eral. in midlife he Mas in a Philadelphia courtroom engaged in an important trial. Ihe attorney 011 the opposite side of the case got irritated and angry, and in most brutal manner referred to the distin guished attorney's disfigured face, a faee more deeply scarred than any face I ever saw. The legal hero of M'lioni I am speak ing in his closing Argument said: "Gentle men of the jury, ulicn I was a little child I Mas playing with my sifter in the nurs ery. and her elothes caught tire, and 1 ran to her to put out the fire. I succeeded, but I myself took lire, .and before it M'as extinguished my face M'as uM'fully burned and as black as the heart of tlie scoun drelly counsel on the other side of the case M'ho has referred to my misfortune." The eminent attorney of whom 1 speak carried all his life the honorable scar of his sister's rescue. A young college student in England found all the artistic world in derisive pur suit of William Turner, the painter. The young graduate took up his pen—in some respects the most brilliant pen that Mas ever put to paper—and M'rote those five great volumes on modern painting, the chief thought of M'hich was his defense of the abused painter. The heroic author by some M*as sup posed in his,old days to be cynical and fault finding, nnd when I saw him a little while before his death he Mas in decad ence, but 1 know that over his face and all over his manner were the scars of heroic defense. In the seventies of his lifetime he was suffering from the wounds and fatigues of the twenties. Long after he had quit the battle M'ith author's pen and painter's pencil he bore the scars of literary mar tyrdom. But why do we go so far for illustration when I could take right out of the memo ries of some whom J address instances just as appropriate? To rear aright for God and heaven a large family of children in that country home M'as a mighty under taking. Far away from the village doctor, the garret must contain the herbs for the cure of all kinds of disorders. Through all infantile complaints the children of that family went. They missed nothing in the May of childish disorders. Busy all day M\is that mother in every form of house work, and twenty times a night called up by the children, all down at the same time with the same contagion. Her hair is white a long M'liile before it is time for snow; her shoulders are bent long before the appropriate time for stooping. Spectacles are adjusted, some for close by and some for far off, years before you Mould have supposed her eyes M'ould need re-enforcement. Here and there is a short grave in her pathway, this headstone earing the name of this child and another headstone bearing the name of another child. Hardly one bereavement lifts its shadow than another bereavement drops one. After thirty years of wifehood and motherhood the path turns toM'ard the setting sun. She cannot M'alk as far as she used to. Colds caught hang on longer than formerly. Some of the children arc in the heavenly world, for which they were well prepared through maternal fidelity, and others are out in this world doing honor to a Christian ancestry. When her life closes and the neighbors gather for her obsequies, the officiating clergyman may find appropriate words in the last chapter of Rroverbs: "Her price is far above rubies. The heart of her hus band doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She Mill do him good, nnd not evil, all the days of her life; she stretcheth out her hand to the poor; she is not afraid of the snow for her household, for all her household are clothed with scarlet. Iler husband is known in the gates when he sittetli among the elders in the hand; her children arise up and call her blessed; her hus band nlso, and he praiscth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellost them all." Then after the Scripture lesson is read let all come up, and before the casket is closed look for the last time at the scars of her earthly endurance. She never heard the roll of a gun car riage or saw a banner hoisted upon a para pet, but she has in all the features of that dear old face the marks of many a conflict •—scars of toil, sears of maternity, scars of self-sacrifice, scars of bereavement. She is a heroine whose name has never been heard of ten miles from the old homestead, hut her name is inscribed high up among the enthroned immortals. People think they must look for mar tyrs on battlefields or go through a history to :md burnings at the stake and tortures on racks v hon there are martyrs all about us. At this time iu this capital city there are scores of men wearing themselves out in the public service. In ten years they will not have a healthy nerve left in their body. In com mittee rooms, in consultations that involve the welfare of the nation, under the weight of great responsibilities,' their vi tality is being subtracted. In almost every village of the country you find some bro ken down State or National official. There is a woman who has suffered do mestic injustice of which there is no cog nizance. She says nothing about it. An inquisitor's machine of torture—could not wring from her the story of domestic woe* Kver since the day of orange blossoms and long white veil she has done her full duty and received for it harshness and blame and neglect. The marriage ring, that was supposed to be a sign of unending affec tion. has turned out to be one link of chain of horrible servitude. A wreath of nettle and nightshade of brightest form would have been a more accurate prophe cy. There are those who find it hard to believe that there is such a place as hell, but you could go right out in any commu nity and find more than one hell of domes tie torment. There is no escape for that woman but the grave, and that, compared with Ihe life she now lives, will be an ar bor of jasmine and of the humming bird's song poured into the ear of the honey suckle. Scars! If there be none on the brow showing where he struck her arriv ing home from midnight carousal, never theless there are scars all up and down her injured and immortal soul which will be remembered on the day when there shall leap forth for her aveneement the live thunderbolts of an incensed God. When we see a veteran in any land who has lost a limb in battle, our sympathies are stirred: but. oh. how mnnv have in the domestic realm lost their life and yet are denied a pillow of dust on which to slumber! Better enlarge your roll of mar tyrs: better adopt a new mode of count ing human saerifications. A broken bone is not half as bad as a broken heart. There are many who ran in the same sense that Paul uttered it say, "I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus"— that is. for the sake of Christ and His cause they carry scars which keen their indenture through all time and all eter nity. Do you think that Paul was accur ate when he said that? If von have stud ied his career you have no doubt of it. In his youth lie learned how to fashion the hair of the Cilieian goat into canvas, a ouict trade, and then went to college, the President of which Mas Gamaliel, an in stitution which scholars say could not have been very thorough because of what thev call Paul's imperfect command of Greek syntax. But his history became exciting on the road to Damascus, where he was unhorsed nnd blinded, llis conversion was a convulsion. Whether that fall from the horse may have left a mark upon him. I knojv not. but the mcb soon took after him and Hogged and imprisoned and mal treated him until he had scars more than enough to assure the truthfulness of his utterance. 'T bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus." All ye who bear in your body the marks of the Lord Jesus, have you thought whnt use those marks will be in the heavenly world? What source of glorious reminis cence! In that world you will sit to gether and talk over earthly experiences. "Where did you get. that scar?" saint will say to saint, and there will come back a story of hardship and struggle and perse cution and wounds and victory through the grace of the gospel. "Where did you get thai mark?" says another spirit to listening spirit, and the answer comes: "That is a reminder of a great bereavement, of a desolated house hold. of a deep grave, of all the heart si rings at one stroke snapped altogether. But you see it is no longer a laceration, for the wound has been healed, and my once berett spirit is now in companion ship with the one from whom for aM'hile I Mas separated." "Where did you got that long, deep scar?" says another immortal to listening immortal, and the answer comes: "That was the awful fatigue of a lifetime strug gle in attempting amid adverse circum stances, to achieve a Vvelihood. For thirty years I M'as tired—oil, so tired! But you see it is a healed Mound, for I have found rest at last for body and soul, the complete rest, the everlasting rest that I heard of before I came here as the rest that remaincth for the people of God." •Some one in heaven will say to Martyr John Rogers, "Where did you get that ar on your foot?" and the answer will come, "Oh. that Mas a burn I suffered when the flames of martyrdom M'ere kin dled beneath me." "Ignatius, what is that mark on your cheek?" "Oh, that Mas made by the paw of the lion to which I M'as thrown by the order of Trajan." Some one will say to Paul, "Great apos tle. that must have been a deep cut once —the mark which 1 see 011 your neck." And Paul says, "That was made bv the sword M'hich struck me at my beheadment on the road to Ostia." But Me all have scars of some kind, and those arc some of the tilings M'C will talk over in the heav enly world while MO celebrate the grace that made us triumphant over all antag onism. NOM', what is the practical use of this subject? It is the cultivation of Christian heroics. The most of us want to say tilings and do things for God when there is no danger of getting hurt. We are all ready lor easy u*ork. for popular M'ork, for compensating M*ork, but ME all greatlv need more courage to brave the MoGd and brave sutanic assault when'there is some thing aggressive and bold and dangerous to be undertaken for God and righteous ness. And if we happen to get hit what an ado we make about it! Wc all need more of the stuff that martyrs are made out of. We M'ant more sanctified grit, more Christian pluck, more holy reckless ness as to what the \vorld may say and do in any crisis of our life. Be right and do right, and all earth and hell combined can not nut you down. The same little missionary M'ho M'rote my text also uttered that piled up mag nificence to be found in those words which ring like battleaxes on splitting helmets: "In all these things we are more than con querors, through Him that loved us, for I am persuaded that neither death nor life nor angels nor principalities nor poM'ers nor things present nor things to come nor height nor depth nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." ' How do you like that, you cowards, M'ho shrink back from aggressive work, and if so much as a splinter pierce your flesh cry out louder than many a one torn in auto da-fe. Many a soldier has gone through a long war, been in twenty battles, led a regiment up a hill mounted by cannon and swept by musketry, and vet came home without having been onee hit and without a mark upon him. But it will not be so among those who pass in the grand review of heaven. They have all in the holy wars been Mounded, and all bear sears. And what Mould the newly arrived in heaven do with nothing to show that lie had ever been struck by human or diabolic weap onry? How embarrassed and eccentric such a one in such a place! Surely he would M'ant to be excused aM'hile from the heavenly ranks and be permitted to de scend to earth, crying, "Give me another chance to do something worthy of an im mortal! Show me some post of danger to be manned, some fortress to be stormed, some difficult charge to make. Like Leoni das at Thermopylae, like Miltiades at Ma rathon, like Marlborough at Blenheim, like Godfrey at Jerusalem, like Winkelried at Sempach gathering the spears of the Aus trian knights into his bosom, giving his life for others; show me some place M'here I can do a brave thing for God. I cannot go back to heaven until somewhere I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus." Mv nearer, my reader, quit complaining about your misfortunes and disappoint ments and troubles and through all time and all eternity thank God for soars. THAWKFULTO Ms. PINKHfIM Letters Proving Positively that there is No Medicine for Woman's Ills Equal to Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. (1 ■aa(MR3. AN^£' (ALL LETTERS ARK PUBLISHED UY SPECIAL PERMISSION.) "I cannot say enough in regard to Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, It has done me more good than all the doctors. I have been troubled with femalo weakness in its worst form for about ten years. I had lcucorrhoea and was so weak that I could not do my housework. I also had falling of the womb and inflammation of the womb and ovaries, and at menstrual periods I suffered terribly. At times my back would ache very hard. I could not lift anything or do any heavy work ; was not able tc stand on my feet long at a time. My husband Rpent hundreds of dollars fox doctors but they did me no good. My husband's sister wrote what the Vege table Compound had done for her, and wanted me to try it, but 1 did not then think it would do me any good. After a time, I concluded to try it, and I can truly say it does nil that is claimed for it. Ten bottles of the Vegetable Com and seven packages of Sanative Wash have made a new woman of me, I have had no womb trouble sinoe taking the fifth bottle. I weigh more than I havt in years: can do all my own housework, sleep well, have a good appetite, and now feel that life is worth living. I owe all to Lydia E. Pinkham's Veg etable Compound. 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I-:. 4\ - ( : ; \ , Bute. 111 ore, ,M.l. i Thompson't Liye WsSsr 1 PROFUSE PERIODS. " I commenced talcing 1 Lydia E. Pinklinm's Vege- / table Compound / 4jm about 3 months (r && H n ago, and cannot \£,W express the. won- u I derful good it has J I struations were so profuse as to leave mo very weak for V<SJLQ HODG£/ some time after. : Was also troubled with leucorrhoea, tired feeling, bearing down sensation, pain across the back and thighs. I felt as though there was a heavy weight in my stomach all the time. I have taken two bottles of the medi cine, and now have better health than I have had for four j-ears." MBB. LIZZIE DICKSON ITODQE, J Avalon, Ohio. ' A member of the Indiana Legislature has introduced a bill to deny policemen the privilege of practicing law in the courts of that State. At present anyone of good moral character can practice law in the State if he knows enough, hut one member of the Legislature seemingly thinks the line ought to he drawn at policemen. Tiry Orftln-O! Try ftraln-O! Ask your grocer to-day to show you a pack) ago of GRAIN-O, the now food drink that takei the place of coffee. The children mav drink it without injury rui well u the adult. All who try it, like it. GHAIN-O bos that rich seal brown of Mocha or Java, but it is made froui pure grains, and the most delicate stomach receives it without distress. % tho prico of coffeo. 15 and 25c. per package. Sold by all grocers. The fishing industry in the Okhotsk and Bering Seas is still in its infancy. They catch there a very valuable spe cies of salmon—the king salmon, the red salmon, the kaita, gorbuscha, kea sluich. and herring and codfish besides. At present, only the Russia Seal Skin Company is carrying on fishing or. a commercial basis in these waters. l-anc'ii Family IVVcdiclno Moves tho bowels each day. In order to ho healthy this is nccossary. Acts gently ou tho livor and kidneys. Cures sick headache, Trice 25 and 50 conts. In excavating a tumulus at the farm of Aarnes, in Norway, a short time ago, a skeleton and weapons were disinter red. Or examination the skeleton wss found t' he that of a woman entombed with her arms and warlike equipment. This is the first harrow of a valkyria (Scandinavian Amazon or battle-nymph) ever discovered in Norway. Til® TScnt Cure For lETrarinclics. Headaches are quickly cured by the Gar field Headache Powders. These powders uro guaranteed to contain no harmful drugs or narcotics; they uro made from simple herbs Altogether, about 50.000 American animals have been purchased for the British army in Africa. Til® I.ire Saver of Children is Hoxsio's Croup Curo in attacks of Croup, Whooping Cough, Diphtheria uud Puoumoniu. No opium to stupefy. 50 ets. Exports of cottonseed oil from the United States in the year ending on June 50 amounted to 46.90j.390 gallons, valued at $14,127,538. Sweat and fruit acids will net discolor goods dyod with PUTNAM FADELESS Drus. Sold by all druggists. In New Jersey it is claimed that the hoboes use churches for resting placet Occupy them at night and vacate thcuv during the day.