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THE GOLDEN AGE.
There i* many h rose in the road of life,
If we may nnlv stop to take it;
And manv a tom* from the hotter land.
It the querulous heart would make it,
To the sunny soul that Is full nf hope,
And whose beautiful trust ne’er faileth.
The I'ta-s is green and the flowers are bright,
Though the winter storm prevaileth.
Hotter to hope, though the clouds hang low,
And to keep the eves -till lifted.
For the sweet blue sky will still peep through,
When the ominous cloud- are rifted.
There was never a night without a day,
Ur an evening without a morning;
And the darkest hour, so the proverb goes.
I- tin* hour before the dawning.
Hotter to w eave in the w eh of lift*.
A bright and golden filling,
And to do liodV will with a ready heart,
And hand* that an prompt and willing,
Than to snap the delicate, minute thread*,
t »t our curious lives asunder.
And thou blame Heaven for tangled end*.
And -it. and grieve, and wonder.
— j Selected.
A SECRET UNVEILED.
It is best on the whole not to read
your husband's letters until he hands
them to you. and it is much the best
not to examine his pockets, except
for holes, then set aside whatever you
find there without an examination.
I believe little Mrs. Elliot would
give any young wife that advice to
day : but there was a time—-we are
all fallible, being mortal—when she
had been married about two years,
that she made herself an amateur de
tective, as far as her Frank went,
and had found holes that she could
not explain- one that had something
in it about Clara particularly. It
was only half a letter, hut it was sus
picious.
Naturally jealous, she was too
proud to betray the fact intention
ally; but there is no keeping a
secret of that sort from the servants.
They knew tier—other people guessed
at it.
Her fancies about Clara—oh, who
was Clara?—made her heart ache;
but rummaging and prying did not
help her.
When her husband was away—as
lie often was—she suffered tortures.
He might, for all she knew, be .lead
ing a double life, and so She steamed
all his letters open before she for
warded them, and now and then
found something that might mean
more than it said, and so we come to
an afternoon when she—Mrs. Elliot
—came down-stairs dressed for din
ner. for which she always made a
careful toilet, and met the waitress
ascending to the upper floor. The
girl’s place at that moment was in
the dining-room, and Mrs. Elliot
knew that nothing was needed or for
gotten that pertained to the dinner:
moreover, the girl had an air of se
creev about her, and seemed to be
hiding something under her apron,
‘•What's that you have there,
ltosa?” Mrs. Elliott asked a little
sharply.
The girl stopped, looked down, and
answered:
“Only a letter, ma’am.”
“For yourself ?” asked Mrs. Elliot.
“No, ma’am; for master,” said
the girl.
“Well, give it to me,” said Mrs.
Elliot.
The girl hesitated.
“Indeed, ma'am, the lady said
give it himself," said ltosa.
“A lady? A beggar with a peti
tion, I suppose,” said Mrs. Elliot.
“A lady, ma’am, and she’s gone,”
said the girl. “She wore a blue vail;
but I never saw her before. I'm sure.”
“Oh, very well,” replied her mis
tress. “(Jive me the note. .Mr.
Elliot is shaving, and would not wish
to be disturbed.”
The girl gave a little impertinent
toss to her head as she obeyed, and
tlouneed down-stairs in a way that
made her mistress resolve to give her
warning.
The trouble was that the lady in
the blue vail had given Rosa some
money—had whispered, “Mr. Elliot,
and no one else,” and hurried away
in a suspicious manner.
Mrs. Elliot meanwhile stood turn
ing the envelope over. The address
was merely her husband’s name—
Mr. Elliot—and the edge of the llap
was still damp, as if sealed at the
door. It would open at a touch—
she could read it and know its con
tents if she chose.
“I do choose,” she saiil the next
moment, and the edge of the envel
ope rolled back and a slip of paper
fell out. On it were written these
words:
Dkak Frank: Meet me at the
usual place if you can dodge your
wife. Clara.
A moment more and the letter was
re-sealed, and Mrs. Elliott, trembling
with anger, stood leaning against tin
window frame. She felt that the
dread that was upon her had taken
shape af, last.
However, she would not be hasty.
She would wait she was sure that he
desired to see the letter. If he did
not obev the summons it would
prove to her that he was true to her.
I Then she would tell him what she
knew, and ask his confidence.
She earned the letter down-stairs
with her. and placed it at his place,
and as he opened it she watched him
closely.
It certainly did not seem to please
him. He frowned, changed color,
and thrust it into his pocket: but he
went on with hi- dinner without any
remark.
Mrs. Elliott, however, could not
remain silent.
“You look as though you had re
ceived a plumber's bill.” she said.
He laughed.
“It’s not a bill.” he said. "It is a
note, and it vexes me, because I
shall have to change my plans for to
night. I intended to take you to the
theater, but now I cannot do it. 1
shall have to leave you. and, what is
more, I shall not be back until to
morrow night. I'll send a messen
I ger to Uncle James. He will escort
you to the theater, and—”
“I will not go with your Uncle
James,” said Mrs. Elliott, sharply.
“You must take me— I will not be
used in this way—von must go with
me.”
"My dear, 1 cannot tell you how
it vexes me to have to leave you,”
said Mr. Elliot.
“Frank,” she answered, “I have
always said that there are some
j things which a wife should not en-1
* dure.”
I . ;
“Lizzie, my dear, listen: 1 will
| take you to the theater to-morrow
I night or the night after; we will en
joy ourselves quite as well. 1 think
| it will rain, anyhow.”
"Do you suppose I am a baby to :
j fret about not seeing a play?” said
I Mrs. Elliot. "No. Frank, only you
must tell me why you break the en
gagement and where you are going?”
“Business, my dear, business,”:
*aid Mr. Elliot, in an artificial man
I mer. “I'll explain some day. Bus
5 incss is business; now be quiet and !
comfortable like a good girl—good
, night."
lie tried to kiss her but she pushed
him away. 1 hen he took his hat and
overcoat and left the house, with a
| little laugh not like his own.
Hardly had he passed the thres
hold when his wife sprung to her
feet, slipped on an ulster that hung
1 in a closet in the dining-room hall.
I donned a little round cap and gray
! vail, and sneaked out of the base
ment door—sneak is the word.
“She’s following him this time,’, j
said Rosa to the cook.
"Jealous again,” said the cook.
"1 guess he’s giving her reason,”
' said Rosa.
•It's something dreadful, said
eook, “the way married mengoou.”
Meanwhile Mrs. Elliot lurked in
’ the shadow of the stone balustrades, i
aud saw that her husband stood un- j
; der the gas-lamp at the corner exam
j initig the note which he had received.
I W ell, wherever he went there also
i
she would go. Whoever he might
1 meet should also meet her. This was
I was the end of everything, the finale. I
Hut she would not weep—she would
have long years for that—she would
behave as an insulted wife should.
lie was about to enter a car; she!
also hailed it. An ulster and a thick !
, vail reduce all women to one level. '
) He wouldn’t know if her even he saw j
j her. She sat in her car and saw that
| he stood on the platform smoking. I
W hich way the car was going she
scarcely noticed. He left it at last
laud entered another; so did she.
Again he smoked on the platform,
but at last: “Fort Lee ferry!”
shouted the conductor, and she fol
lowed her husband into a ferryboat. f
It was dark, and though it did not '
rain, the air was full of moisture.
There were very few people upon the
boat, but several of them were brutal1
looking men, and they stared at her, |
seeming to wonder at her thick vail.
She had forgotten her gloves, and her
small, white hands glistened with
rings, some of them very valuable.
As she left the ferry, and, follow
ing her husband’s figure, crossed the
: great track of a railroad, she trem
bled with terror. As he ascended
the bluff she kilted her skirts and fol
j lowed.
j W’ ho could Clara be r What man
ner of woman was she to appoint a
rendezvous like this? It was n nasty,
slippery, nnpleaeant place. There
was a drinking-saloon hard by. which
seemed to be full of rough men. She
drew so near to her husband that she
could have touched his coat as they
passed this place, but he did—look
around. And now it began to rain
in earnest, and the road they had
turned into seemed to be two feet
deep with mud. and still Mr. Klliot
marched on. She wore upon her
feet a pair of patent-leather ties, and
with all this climbing and straining of
the shoes the ribbons had come un
done. Suddenly the mud caught at
them with that curious power of
suction which mud seems to have at 1
times, and the shoes came off. In
vain she felt around for them, they
seemed to have vanished. Just then :
‘•Halloo!” said a voice near her.
“what's the matter with you. young
woman ?”
••I—nothing!” gasped Mrs. Klliot.
A large policeman stood before
her.
“This ain’t no place for a young
woman to be kiting around alone.”
said the policeman. “It’s danger
ous if you’re a decent girl. What's
happened? Lost yourself?”
“No,” said Mrs. Klliott, “I’m not
alone; there's my husband. Frank.
Frank, Frank!”
Mr. Klliot turned and walked back.
“Left you behind, did I. Lizzie?”:
he said.
“You’re a mighty careful hus
band,” said the policeman, “I do!
think,” and strode away.
Then Mr. Elliot, who was a large
man. simply picked his little wife up!
in his arms and carried her back to
the grounds that encircled the tav
ern. Here lie set her down on a
wooden platform. Then for a
moment he vanished, and returned
with a glass of wine which he made1
Mrs. Elliott drink.
“I’ve hired it cab.” he said ; we’ll
drive back to the ferry. It’s too
stormy a night to go looking for
Clara ; besides, she’s thousands of
miles away.”
“Clara!” cried Mrs. Elliott. “Do
not speak of Clara -how can you ?” !
“She very nearly ruined me, my
dear. 1 threw away lots of money
on her,” said Mr. Elliot, “but she is
looking up now. My dear, 1 know
you’ve been rummaging my pockets j
and reading my letters for two years, ■
but I only found out what you sus
pected when my mother told me that
you had asked her if I had ever
known a lady named Clara before I
met you.”
“Oh. Frank, don’t try to deceive
me!” nobbed Lizzie. “1 read the
note the woman left to-night—I—”
“Oh, 1 knew it,” said Mr. Elliot,
“it was fixed for you to read. I
wrote it to myself, and my mother
left it at the door at dinner-time. I
gave her a signal from the window
that she might know when you were
coming down-stairs, and I’ve kept an
eye on you—I’ve watched you ever
since you left the door. My dear
child, 1 never knew a Clara iii my
life; I never had a doubtful love af
fair even as a boy. The note you
saw was about an oil well in which 1
had shares. She was a fickle creat
ure, I admit, and made me anxious,
but since you were bound to be i
jealous—”
“Carriage, sir,” said the driver.
Mr. Elliot lifted his shoeless wife
into the vehicle. And half-way home
she vowed that she would never for
give him, but the other half she wept
upon his vest.”
“I felt so helpless without my
shoes,” she declared, “that my spirit
was fairly broken.”
lint at all events she was never
jealous of Clara again. — [Fireside
Companion.
There is nothing so elastic as the
human mind. Like imprisoned!
steam the more it is pressed the more
it rises to resist the pressure. The
more we are obliged to do the more
we are able to accomplish.
Little spells of fever, little chills so bland,
Makes the mighty graveyard and the augel '
band.
A little of Cheatham’s Chill Tonic taken ,
now and then,
Makes the handsome women and the
healthy men.
For sale bv .1. t>. Howell.
If you have a painful sense of
fatigue, find your duties irksome,
take Dr. .). II. McLean s Sarsapa
rilla. It will brace you up, and
make you strong and vigorous.
In the race of life the fast young
man” will be left behind.
SELF-CONTROL.
From childhood up there has been
something inspiring to me in the
sight of a team of four horses, and to
be whirled on by them was a curious
mixture of terror and exaltation.
Who does not like to watch the
driver, whether he* sits on the high
seat of a country picnic wagon, or
mounts the elegant four-in-hand
coach? What a watchful eye, what
a grasp he has on the reins, not a
prance of the sixteen feet, not a
pricking of the eight ears, not a
turn of the four heads escapes him.
lie knows which one will sin on the
slightest provocation, which one will
be ready to start off if a team comes
up behind. The reins are slender,
but strong; he keeps them well in
hand, and because he keeps them
well in hand, the coach whirls on in
safety. 1 dare say you have all en
vied him.
You will not be at a loss to under
stand the figure, if 1 say you are
eaeli driving a four-in-hand. If 1
should go still further I think I would
name your steeds : Thought. Affec
tion. Appetite and Passion, and when
you have learned to manage them in
all their different exercises, you have
learned self-control.
Or I might use another figure, and
say each of you is a king in his own
right, having a kingdom full of sub
jects, wide-awake, and often turbu
lent. who must be constantly re
strained if order and right-doing
shall prevail in the realm. This
kingdom we call “Self,” and to rule
it well is to have self-control.
\Ve are all fond of power, but 1
can tell you that the power overone's
self is the mightiest human power in
the world. It is much more inter
esting to see a hoy or a man subdue
himself than to watch any control <>f
mere animals.
1 remember a hoy whom 1 used to
study. He had a quick, licry spirit,
which started up in anger on very
slight incitement; indeed, it was al
most vicious. Hut he had been
taught that wouldn’t do, and his ef
forts at self-control were, to say the
least, unique. 1 have seen him as a
little fellow dash out of the house in
a rage, run around it two or three
times, and come in with a smiling
face. It was his own remedy, ad
ministered in his own way: but as
time lias gone on, lie has had himself
more and more in hand, until now,
only a little trembling of the lips, and
then a firm compression, show that
he is moved, That hoy is destined
to be a strong man.
This is the phase of self-control
which presents itself most vividly to
you now; the quick, hot spirit of
youth, the light which is in most
hoys, is what you recognize now as
needing restraint. The longer you
live the more you will see that it must
lay its baud on every part of your
lives. Self-control in eating and
drinking keeps you from becoming
gluttons and drunkards; that you
can understand. Hut do you not
know, and (iod forbid that you
should ever realize, the possibilities
ol evil which lie in every life. There
are risks in thinking, risks iu every
affection, in every passion, in every
appetite which can only he avoided
by this stern self rule.
You can turn to the Hook to find
the estimate there put upon it. Over
and over again in the Proverbs it is
expressed in various ways. “He
that is slow to anger is better than
the mighty, and he that rulctli his
spirit than he that taketh a city.”
And James says: “Let every man
be * * * slow to s]leak, slow to
wrath.” Paul says: “I keep under
my body, and bring it into subjec
tion.” 1 wish you would try to find
out all there is in the Hilile, which
touches on this subject; I am sure
the number of texts will surprise
you.
It will be of little use to talk of
this, if we <lo not practice it. Let
us begin to-day this self-control,
knowing that it is to be a life-long
work, knowing also that it will grow
easier as we go along, and we be
come “strong in the Lord and in the
strength of His might.”
Who is free? He who masters his
own self. Who is powerful? He who
can control his passions. -[From
“ Talks with IJoy.s” in N Y Observer.
The absent-minded professor to
the night watchman “(lood night,
I hope you will sleep well.”
Tho Legend of the Ivy.
In a village among the German
hills there once dwelt a beautiful,
fair-haired maiden. Her eyes were
as blue as the summer sky, and her
lips as ripe as an opening rosebud.
It is said that this fair maid was
something of a coquette, and had
many lovers. But one seemed more
favored than the rest; on him she
east her brightened smiles, and
promised on some future day to give
him her hand m holy wedlock, but
•‘not yet,” she said. ‘‘Give me
freedom a little longer.” Weeks
passed, and the youth becomes jeal
ous of her smiles, urged her to name
! the day when she would make him
forever happy; but with a merry
laugh and a t winkling eye, she bade
him “wait.” He turned from her
witn a sigh, and waited. Again he
came to her and urged his suit, but
the same answer was given. A third
time he came, saying, “I ask thee
now, for the last time, to name the
wedding day.” She looked at him
in surprise and asked, • Why sayest
thou for the last time?” ‘‘Because
i nave come to nice many times
with the same request, and each time
thou hast told me to wait. If still
thou Idlest me to wait, it will he to
wait forever.” Thinking he only
told her this to frighten her,
with a toss of her pretty head she re
plied, “Then wait forever, kind sir.”
Her lover, with one long, sad gaze in
i her sweet face, left her. Never
! thinking but he would eoine again
and renew his suit, the inaideu
danced on and was as merry as ever.
But days lengthened into weeks and
he came not. One day news came
that her lover had gone off to the
i holy war, and she knew then that he
j would come no more. Bitterly she
i repented of her folly, but it was too
! late. In vain the village lads and
maids smiled upon her and urged
her to join them in their sports, but
she heeded them not. Remorse and
grief were gnawing at her heart. The
roses faded from her cheek, her eyes
grew dim and her step slow, and
when, at last, word came that her
lover had fallen in battle, she
drooped and died. They buried her
in the village churchyard, amid the
budding llowers of spring, and there
the kind villagers often went to seat
I ter llowers over her grave, for she
| had been much loved by them. One
(lay, on coming toiler grave, they
saw there a strange plant growing.
It put forth its tender leaves and
long, slender lingers; ever moving
onward, it covered the grave till it
was a beautiful mound. The villagers
watched it with wonder; never be
fore had they seen so strange a plant,
land they whispered one to another
that this strange vine that was ever
traveling onward was the maiden's
j ivy soul going forth totind her lover.
Old Jones’ Philosophy.
Modesty is a good rudder but a
I bad engine.
Lickin' may teach a boy to dance,
I but not to do sums.
You may get teamin' at school,
but sense comes natural or not at all.
A runaway boss is worse’ll a runa
way w ife, because it sometimes takes
you with it.
Don’t go back on your friends
when you’re in luck, nor give away
j your umbercl just because the sun
I shine.
You can’t always judge a man by
I the blood lie’s got. Corn bread and
i whisky come from the same family.
! —[Detroit Free Press.
The Only Guaranteed Cure
for till blood taints and humors, pim
ples, blotches, eruptions and skin
diseases of every name and nature,
is Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Dis
covery. A certificate of guarantee
from a responsible business bouse
warrants it to benefit or cure, or
money refunded.
Chronic Nasal Catarrh positively
cured by Dr. Sage’s Remedy. oO
cents, by druggists.
When you are constipated, have
headache, or loss of appetite, take
Dr. J. II. McLean’s Liver and Kid
ney Pillets; they are pleasant to
i take and will cure you.
The man with red hair may look
very ludicrous indeed, but you had
better get on the other side of the
street before you laugh at him.
Young man, if you have the Itch or any
-kin (li-i'ii-e, you can't lx* loo quick in curing
it, >o ui mice buy a l«n of Hunt's Cure,
Guaranteed to cure. Fur -h!c by .1. O.
tfowcll.
When a train is telescoped the
i passengers are apt to see stars.
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Atkinson, Tompkins & Greeson,
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PRKHCOTr, - - ARKANSAS
Will do a general! banking business, re
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conifnrUblu bi lls. Terms rriisnnuhle.
E#*Npeeinl attention given to commer
cial iiion. Mus. Julia Summers,
l'ropriotrosi.
J. R. HARRELL \ CO.,
* Blacksmiths &
■ Wagon Makers.
REPAIRING WOOD Ac IRON PROMPTLY DONE
Horse-shoeinK and Repairing Buggies
A SPECIALTY. Knlarged :Shop. Better
Facilities, and inure and hotter material than
ever holoro. I{. Harrell will also do gun
ning.
We are also manufacturers and agents foi
tin* celebrated Lynn's Combination Harrow
auu Scraper, and will furnish them on da
n m nil.
PO" Shop next to Methodist church, oa
West Second street, We guarantee •*
work to give satisfaction.
J. T. MAYS’
GENERAL : STORE,
Boughton, Arkansas,
Will keep an assortment of General Mer
elmndise, and sell as low as anybody. No
use to go to Prescott—save time and money
by buying at this store. A trial will
convince you.
GIN AND GRIST MILL.
I have a flrsl-clusa new gin that will turn
out as tine grade cotton as lint will make.
Satisfaction guaranteed, liring in your seed
cotton. Also have a good grist mill and will
grind on Saturdays. Patronize home Indus
tries. 1 will please you if possible.
J. T. MAYS.
COTTON FACTORS,
i
-and
General Commission Merchants.
Main and Walnut Sts., St. Louis, Mo.
UtT Kj*|M*ciHl ut tint ion tfiv*n to all tmniaeiM cn
tru-tiil to un.
TTHE ODELL M
YPE WRITER
*|C will buy the QDELL TYPE
WRITER, YV arranted to ilo u
good work us any $100 machine.
It combines simplicity with dvkakiutt
—spkkp. BASK ok oPKKvnoN—wears longer
without cost of repairs than any other ms
chine; has no ink ribbon to bother the ojior
ator. It is neat, suh-tainlial, nickel-plated—
perfect and adapted to all kinds of type
writing. Like a printing press, it produces
sharp, clean, legible manuscripts. Two to
ten copies can lie made at one writing. Edi
tors. lawyers, ministers, backers, merchants,
' manufui tuivs, business men, etc., cannot
make a better investment for $15. Any in
telligent person in a week can become •
noon OPS Rato K, or a RAPID o.\K in J months.
fl .000 ‘•red any operator who can
etter work with u typewriter than that
produced by the ODELL.
. Itcliahle agent- and salesmen wunted
Special inducements to dealers.
For pamphlet, giving endorsements, etc
address the
ol>KLLTY1*E YVKITKK CO.,
i The Uuckcry, Chicago, 1U

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