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Where ocean-«e«king river* gently glide.
To Join the spreading harbor's restless
While flashing gems of living sunlight
And ever onward laughing bubbles rider
Behold far, far beneath the shifting •tid'e.
Clear ripple-marks the stainless sea sands
A record fair, traced daintily below,
Of waves that toes and break and then
So when the fitful wavesiof fortune break
Upon the bosom of life's restless sea,
As cloud drift melts to blue without a
Deep written on. the heart's pure scroll they
A record plain, whose lights and shades
Self's chilling fate, or love's warm glow
—Arthur Howard Hall, in N. Y. Observer.
[Copyright, 1895, by D. Appleton & Co.
Ail rights reserved.]
We sat in silence for some minutes,
each absorbed in his own thoughts. The
heat from the fire had warmed the hut so
that the blue steam began to rise from my
damp clothes. My companion reclined on
his elbow, tracing some diagram on the floor
with a poniard, which from its shape was
evidently of eastern make. The rain, which
now increased in violence, had almost
quenched the log fire, and was invading our
shelter, for the roof began to leak. There
being no wind the torch burned steadily,
throwing sufficient light for us to distin
guish each other. I began to wonder what
manner of man this was before me, dressed
in a motley of court fool and peasant, and
my curiosity was aroused to such an extent
that for the time I forgot my own troubles.
^Nevertheless I made no sign of inquiry,
knowing there is no means so sure of ob
taining information as to seem not^ to desire
it. My new friend kept his eyes fixed on
the point of his dagger, the muscles of his
queer-webbed face twitching nervously. At
length he became conscious of my scrutiny,
for, lifting his eyes, he looked me in the face,
and then made a motion of his hand toward
the wine skin.
"No more, thanks."
"There will be that left for to-morrow
before we start."
"Then you also are a traveler?"
'"You say you are going to Bucine?" He
asked the question in his usual abrupt man
ner but his tone was composed.
"It lies on my road."
"And on mine, too. Shall we travel to
gether? I could point out the way."
"Certainly. It is very good of you."
"Well, it is time to sleep, and the torch
has burnt to an end."
As he spoke he stretched himself out at
full length, and, turning his back to me, ap
peared to sink into slumber. I watched him
for some time by the embers of the torch,
wondering if I was wise in accepting his
companionship, and then, overpowered by
fatigue, lost myself in sleep, heedless of
the rain, which dripped in twenty places
through the roof.
I slept profoundly until aroused by my
shoulder being gently shaken, and, looking
up, beheld my host, as I must call him, bend
ing over me. I thought I had slept for a few
minutes only, and saw to my surprise that
it was well in the morning, and the sun
shone brightly. All traces of cloud were
gone, though soft billows of mist rolled over
the olive gardens, and vineyards of Chianti
grape, that stretched towards Montevarchi.
"Heavens, man! How you slept! I was
right when I hinted you had a good con
I scrambled up with a hasty "Good-morn
ing and, a few minutes afterwards, hav
ing finished the remains of the wine in the
skin, we started off in the direction of Bu
cine. My companion had politely never in
quired my name, and I had been equally ret
icent. He placed on his head a silken fools'
cap, and the bells on it jingled incessantly
as he walked along with a jaunty air, at a
pace that was remarkable for a man of his
age. He seemed to have lost the melan
choly that possessed him during the night,
and conversed in so cheerful and entertain
ing a manner that in spite of myself I was
interested and withdrawn from my unhap
py thoughts. He kept up his mood to Bu
cine, where, notwithstanding our strange
appearance, we attracted, to my relief, less
attention than I imagined we should draw.
With appetites sharpened by our walk,
•we did full justice to the meal I ordered at
the only hotel in the place. Here I played
"host, as a return for my entertainment, and
in conversation my acquaintance said that he
was bound for Florence. I told him that
also was my point, and invited him to bear
me company on the road, to which he will
ingly agreed. I made an attempt here to
hire a horse but not even a donkey was
procurable, all available carriage having
been seized upon for the army. So once
more descending the hill on which Bucine
is situated, we forded the river and contin
ued our journey.
At the albergo we heard that a body of
troops were foraging along the banks of the
Arno, and resolved to make a detour, and,
crossing Monte Luco, to keep on the sides of
the Chianti hills, if necessary avoiding Mon
tevarchi altogether. My companion main
tained his high spirits until we reached tho
top of the spur of Monte Luco, known to the
peasantry as the Virgin's Cradle. Here we
stopped to breathe and observe the view. I
looked back across the Chiana valley, and
let my eye run over the landscape which
stretched as far as the Marches. In the
blue splash to the south of the rugged and
conical hill of Cortona, I recognized Trasi
mene, and beyond it lay Perugia. I turned to
call my friend's attention to the scene, and
at first did not perceive where he was. An
other glance showed him standing on the
«dge of the cliff, a little to my left, shaking
bis clenched hand in the direction of Perugia,
whilst on his face was marked every sign of
sorrow and hate.
Curious to see what this would result in,
I made no attempt to attract his attention,
but in a moment he shook off the influence
which possessed him, and rejoined me with
a calm brow. We thereupon continued our
journey with this difference, that my com
panion was now as silent as hitherto he had
been cheerful. My own dark thoughts too
came back to roost, and in a gloom we de
sceaded the Cradle, pushing our way through
the myrtle with which it was covered, and
walked on, holding Montevarchi to our
We kept a sharp lookout for the foragers,
and, seeing no signs of them, made up our
minds, after some consultation, to risk going
to Montevarchi, which we reached without
mishap a little after noon. It was not my
SET •. ...•'
intention to halt there more than an hour
or so, which 1, hoping that I would have
better luck than at Bucine, intended to
spend in trying to hire an animal of some
kind to vide.
We stopped at the Bell inn, near the gate,
and, after a deal of bargaining, which con
sumed a good hour, the landlord agreed to
hire me his mule for two crowns. The ras
cal wanted ten at first. Just as the matter
was settled a dozen or so of troopers rode
in, and, spying the mule, in the twinkling of
an eye, claimed it for carriage purposes.
It was in vain that the landlord protested
that it was his last beast, that it had been
hired to the noble cavaliere, meaning me,
and many other things beside. The soldiers
were dear to his entreaties, and, although I
had more than a mind to draw on the vil
lains, I had the good sense to restrain my
self, for the odds were too many against
me. I therefore hid my chagrin under a
smile, and the mule was led away amidst
tjb.2 lamentations of mine host, who was fur
ther put out of pocket by a gallon or so of
wine, which the troopers consumed, doubt
less in honor of the prize they had taken,
neglecting in the true fashion of the com
pugnes grandes to pay for it. It was a fit
lesson to the landlord, for had he not, in
his cupidity, haggled for an hour over the
hire of the animal, he might have been
richer by two crowns and still owned his
mule. Thus it is that avarice finds its own
On going off, the leader of the troop, a man
whom I knew by sight and by reputation
as a swashbuckler, if ever there was one,
made me a mock salute, saying, in allusion
to my quietness in surrendering my claim
to the mule: "Adieu, Messer Feather-Cap
—may your courage grow as long as your
sword." This taunt I swallowed ruefully,
and immediately set about my departure.
My companion, who was not mixed up in
the altercation, joined me silently, and we
followed in the direction taken by the troop
ers, pursued by the maledictions of the inn
keeper, who vented his spleen on us as the
indirect cause of his misfotune.
The foragers, who, owing to the warmth
of the weather, had removed their breast
plates, which were slung to their saddles,
were going at a walking pace and it was
amusing to see how the mere sight of their
presence cleared the streets. Noting, how
ever, that they did not appear to be bent on
personal injury, we did not think it neces
sary to go out of our course, or delay our
departure until they left the town, and as
we walked fast and they went slowly, by
the time they had reached the main square,
we were not more than a dozen yards behind
At this moment we noticed the figure of a
woman, apparently blind, for she was
guided by a little dog attached to a string.
The poor creature was crossing the pave
ment almost in front of the leader of the
troop, and, as she was right in the path
of the troopers, we attempted to warn her
by shouting, and she stopped irresolutely,
hardly knowing which way to turn. The
troop leader, without making any effort to
avoid her, rode on in a pitiless manner, and
she was flung senseless to the ground. In
this her hood fell back, uncovering her face,
and my companion, suddenly uttering a loud
ciy, ran forward, and, seizing her in his
arms, began to address her with every term
of endearment, in the manner of a father to
his child.
The troopers halted—discipline it will be
observed was not great—and one of them
with rough sympathy called to my friend
to bear the girl, for so she looked, to the
fountain, at the same time that their com
mander gave a loud order to go on, and to
leave off looking at a fool and a beggar. I
had, however, made up my mind that there
was a little work for me, and, drawing my
sword, stepped up to the swashbuckler's
bridle, and asked for a five-minutes' inter
view there and then.
He burst into a loud laugh. "Corpo di
Bacco! Here is Messer Feather-Cap with his
courage grown. Here, two of you bind him
to the mule."
But the men with him were in no mood
to obey, and one of them openly said:
"It is always thus with the ancient Brico."
"Do you intend to give me the pleasure 1
seek," I asked, "or has the ancient Brico
taken off his heart with his corselet?"
For a moment it looked as if he were
about to ride at me but my sword was
ready, and I was standing too close to him
for any such treachery to be carried off.
Flinging the reins, therefore, to the neck of
his horse, he dismounted slowly and drew
his sword. A number of the townsfolk,
attracted by the scene, so far forgot their
fear of the foragers as to collect around us,
and in a few moments a ring was formed,
one portion of which was occupied by the
Brico took his stand so as to place the
sun in my eyes, a manifest unfairness, for
we should have fought north and south yet
I made no objection, and unclasping my
cloak let it fall to the ground behind me.
"A vous!" he called out, and the next mo
ment we engaged in the lower circle, my op
ponent, for all his French cry, adopting the
Italian method, and using a dagger to parry.
For a few seconds we tried to feel each
other, and I was delighted with the balance
of my sword. It did not take me half a min
ute to see that he was a child in my hands,
and I began to rapidly consider whether it
would be worth the candle to kill him or
not. Brico, who had commenced the as
sault with a stamp of his foot and a suc
cession of rapid thrusts in the lower lines,
became aware of his weakness as soon as I
did, and began to back slowly. I twice
pricked him over the heart, and his hand
began to shake so that he could hardly hold
his weapon.
"Make Avay there," I called out, mocking
ly, "the ancient would like to run a little."
Maddened by this taunt, he pulled him
self together and lunged recklessly at me in
tierce it was an easy parry, and with a
strong beat I disarmed him. He did not
wait, but with the rapidity of a hare turned
and fled, not so fast, however, but that I was
able to accelerate his departure with a
stroke from the flat of my sword.
"Adieu, ancient Brico!" I called out after
him as he ran on, followed by a howl of de
rision from the crowd, in which his own
men joined.
It was lucky that I adopted the course of
disarming him, for, had the affair ended
otherwise, I doubt not that the men-at
arms would have felt called upon to avenge
their leader, poltroon as he was. As it
happened they enjoyed his discomfiture, and
an old trooper called out to me:
"Well fought, signore—you should join
us—there is room for your sword under the
banner of Tremouille. What—no? I am
sorry but go in peace, for you have rid us of
a cur."
6aying this, he rode off, one of theif num
ber leading the ancient's horse by the bridle.
I turned now to look for my companion.
He was nowhere to be seen, and on inquiry
I found that he had lifted the girl up, and,
supporting her on his arm, the two, followed
by the dog, had turned down by the
church, and were not in view. It would, no
doubt, have been easy to follow, and as easy
to trace them but I reasoned that the man
must have purposely done this to avoid me
and after all it was no business of mine. I
therefore returned my sword to its sheath
and walked on.
Before 1 had gone fifty paces, however, I
became aware that there was some law left
in Montevarchi, for a warning cry made me
look over my shoulder, and I saw a party of
the city guards, who had discreetly kept out
of the way when Brico and I crossed swords,
hurrying towards me. The same glance,
showed me that the ancient was already in
their hands, and was being dragged along
with but little regard to his comfort and
I felt sure that now, as the troop was gone,
the citizens would wreak their vengeance on
this hen-roost robber, and he would be
lucky if he escaped with life. As for me,
the catchpolls being out, they no doubt rea
soned that they might as well net me. To
stop and resist would only result in my be
ing ultimately overpowered, and perhaps
imprisoned to yield without a blow meant
very much the same thing, and, in the shake
of a drake's tail, I resolved to run, and to
trust for escape to my turn for speed. So 1
set off at my roundest pace, followed by the
posse, and the rabble who but a moment
before were cheering me.
More than once I felt inclined to turn, and
end the matter for myself but the fact that
this might mean laying aside all chance of
settling D'Entrangues urged me to my best
efforts. Some fool made an attempt to stop
me, and I was compelled to slash him across
the face with my sword, as a warning not to
interfere with matters with which he had
no concern. I hardly knew where I was
going but dashed down a little by-street,
and was, after a hundred yards, brought to
a halt by a dead wall. I could barely reach
the top of it with my bare hands, but
luckily this was enough to all me to draw
myself up, and drop over to the other side
just as the police reached within ten feet
of me. I did not stop to take note of their
action, but was off as soon as my feet
touched the ground, and found to my
joy that I was close to one of the un
repaired breaches in the city wall, made six
months ago by Tremouille's cannon.
Through this 1 rushed, and, scrambling down
a slope of broken stone and mortar, found
I would be compelled to climb down vevy
nearly a hundred feet of what looked like the
face of a rock, before I could reach level
ground. There was not even a goat track.
My agility was, however, spurred on by hear
ing shouts behind me, and preferring to risk
death in attempting the descent rather
than fall into the hands of messer the po
desta, I chanced the venture, and, partly by
holding on to the tough broom roots, partly
slipping, and aided by Providence and Our
Lady of San Spirito, to whom I hurriedly
cast up a prayer, I managed to reach the
bottom, and fell, exhausted and breathless--,
into a cistus hedge.
I was too beaten to go another yard, and,
had my pursuers only followed up, must
have become an easy prey. As it was I heard
them reach the breach, where they came to
a stop, all shouting and babbling at the
same time. One or two, bolder than the
others, attempted to descend the ledge of
rock, down which I escaped, but its steep
ness damped their courage. They, however,
suceeded in loosening some of the debris
so that it fell over the cliff, and a few of the
stones di-opped very close to me but by
good hap I escaped, or else this never would
have been written. One great block, indeed,
just passed over my head, and I vowed an
altar-piece to Our Lady of San Spirito,
who alone could have diverted that which
was coming straight to my destruction and
I may add I duly kept my word. After a
time the voices above began to grow fainter,
and to my delight I found that the citizens,
thinking it impossible I should have escaped
like a lizard amongst the rocks, were hark
ing back, and ranging to the right and left.
I waited until all sound died away, and cau
tiously peeped out. The coast was clear. I
had recovered my wind, and, without more
waste of time, I rose and pressed on in the
direction of the hills, determined to chance
no further adventures near the towns. In
deed, I had crowded more incident into the
past few hours than into the previous five
and-thirty years of my life, and my sole ob
ject, at present, was to reach Florence
without further let or hindrance.
Keeping the vineyards between me and
the town, I avoided all observation, and,
at a small wayside inn, filled a wallet which
I purchased with food and a bottle of the
rough country wine, so that there might be
no necessity for my visiting a human habita
tion during the remainder of my journey.
With the wallet swung over my shoulder, an
hour or so later I was ascending the slopes
of Mount St. Michele, cursing the fallen pine
needles, which made my foothold so slippery
that I slid rather than walked.
It was late in the evening before I halted
and ate my dinner under an overhanging
rock, sheltered from the north wind by a
clump of pines. When I finished I rolled
myself up in my cloak, and fatigue, to
gether with a good conscience, combined to
send me to a sleep as sound as it was re
freshing. I was up before the sun and con
tinued my way, determined to reach Flor
ence by evening. I took no particular no
tice of the view, where I could see to my
right the Prato Magno, and to my left all
the valleys of the Greve but kept my eyes
before me, intent on my thoughts.
At length, when passing Impruneta, where
the Black Virgin is, Florence came in sight.
There was a slight haze which prevented me
from seeing as clearly as I could wish but
I plainly made out the houses on the banks
of the Arno, Arnolfo's tower, the palace
of the Signory, the cathedral, the Bargello,
and the unfinished Pitti palace, whilst be
yond rose the convent-topped hill of
Senario, where the Servites have their mon
As I looked there was little of admiration
in my heart, although the scene was fair
enough but I could give no mind to any
thing beyond the fact that I was at last
within measurable distance of D'Entrangues,
and that in a few hours my hand was like
to be at his throat.
With these thoughts there somehow min
gled up the face of madame, and the scene
of our last meeting. I put this aside, how
ever, with a strong hand, and determined
to think no more of her, although no such
recollection could be anything but pleasant
and sweet. Until I met her I had managed
well enough without womankind, and for
the future 1 would leave bright eyes alone.
Yet I knew I was the better man for holding
the privilege of her friendship. However,
she had passed out of my life, and across
the seas I would have other things to think
of than the memory of my platonic friend
ship with Doris D'Entrangues.
It was close upon sunset when I entered
the San Piero gate, and found myself in
Florence, and in a difficulty at the same
time, in consequence of my wearing a sword.
1 luckily, however, remembered that La
Palisse, the French leader, was then in the
city, and explaining that I was from the
army at Arezzo with a message to him, in
quired particularly his abode, which Iwa
told was in the palace of the exiled Medici in
the Via Larga. It so happened that La
Palisse was in constant communication with
Tremouille, and this and my confident bear
ing imposed upon the guards. I supple
mented my argument with a couple of
crowns, and they let me pass without fur
ther parley. It will thus be seen that, what
ever the regulations may have been, they
were easily broken. Indeed I found later on
that they were, even at that time, a dead
letter, and that the zeal of the guards was
merely inspired by the prospect of making
something out of me, which they did on this
occasion. I knew Florence very well, having
been there under circumstances very differ
ent to the present but as I hurried along
the crowded streets, I began to feel I was
somewhat uncertain as to whither the roads
led. I judged it prudent, however, not to
make inquiries, but kept my eyes on the
sharp lookout for a hostel suitable to my
purse, which was diminishing at a fearful
rate. I stopped for awhile at a street stall
to satisfy my hunger with a cake of wheat
and a glass of milk, a wholesome, but un
palatable beverage, and entered into conver
station with the stall-keeper. It came out
that I was in a difficulty about a lodging,
and the man promptly told me where one
could be procured, and added to his kind
ness, seeing 1 was apparently a stranger to
the place, by directing his son, a small bare
legged urchin, to guide me to the Jjouse,
which, he said, was an old palace of the
Albizzi, that had passed into the hands of
the banker Nobili, and was rented out in ten
Heaven only knows through what by
lanes and alleys the imp led me, chattering
like an ape the whilst but at last we reached
the house which lay in the street di Pucci.
An arrangement was soon entered into with
the person in charge, and 1 paid in advance
for two weeks the small rent asked for the
room I took. I selected the room, because
there was in it some furniture, such as a
bed, a table and a couple of chairs, which,
I was informed with some emphasis, had
been seized from the last tenant in default of
rent. I sent the boy away rejoicing, and
was surprised to find the housekeeper did
not depart as well but this worthy soon
made it clear to me that a further payment
was requisite on account of the furniture. I
was too tired to haggle, so paid him the
three broad pieces he wanted and bid him
get mo some candles. He returned after
a little delay with what I needed, and 1 may
say at once that under a rough exterior 1
found this man, with all his faults, was ca
pable on occasions of displaying true kindli
ness of heart.
I would like to pay him this tribute, for
subsequently, as will be seen, we had a
grave difference of opinion which ended in
disaster for him. At the time this happened
1 could not but condemn him strongly, for,
in order to further a plot in which lie was
engaged, he tried to induce me to crime, and
when, by a happy chance, I was able to frus
trate his design, joined in an attempt to mur
der me. I fully believe, however, now that
I look back on affairs coolly, that, in common
with othei's of his age, he thought it no
wrong to adopt any means to further a po
litical plot, whilst in the everyday observ
ances of life he displayed, in an underhand
manner, much virtue.
The Patheti Scene W
the S of a Splendid
The following- touching sketch Js
written by Kate Whiting !.'%tch, author
of "Middleway:"
"Extra! Extra!" ring the "brill voices
of the newsboys. 'Xotfcuffr victor^!
Extra, extra!"
A young girl, hurrying through the
darkening street, pauses a s?Tment to
catch the glad tidings then, t&ioosing
the smallest of the ragged urch«4is who
instantly gather about her, she slips her
pennies into his grimy hand and eager
ly seizes a paper.
Ten minutes more and she is flingUng
open the door of a quiet room, where a
grave-eyed woman sits by the window,
gazing out into the autumn twilight.
"Quick, mother, a light!" ring* the
impetuous young- voice. "I have news
from the war. Another victory, and
only one man lost!"
A glad cry falls from the mother's
lips as she hurries to the table and xviih
trembling hand lights the small lamp.
Both faces are eager, strained, as the
young-er woman reads rapidly the joy
ful news.
"Only one man lost"—she pauses and
the other exclaims "Thank God!" but
the paper has slipped from the daugh
ter's hand, the joy has faded from her
eyes, the color from her lips. Another
instant and the sheet is in the mother's
hands. Th sudden fear that clutohe*
at her heart tells her the truth before
her eyes fasten upon the fatal wortta=
the name of the lost man.
Th clock ticks relentlessly In the
corner, the fire dies out and the ruiidy
embers turn gray the light of the
little lamp sinks lower and lower, link
ers and is gone. Still the two women
cling to each other in the darkness the
silence is unbroken.
Only one man
Only their whole world 1—Chicago
Evening News.
Th of Adaptation.
Lord Seaforth, who was born deaf and
dumb, was one day to dine with Lord
Melville. Jus before the company ar
rived, Lady Melville sent into the dravw
ing-room a lady of her acquainteaae
who could talk with her finger^ that
she might receive Lord Seaforth. Pres
ently Lord Guilforth entered the room,
and the lady, taking fei^a for Lord Sea
forth, began to ply her fingers nimbly.
Lord Guilforth did the same. They had
been carrying on the conversation in
this manner for ten minutes or more
when Lady Melville joined them. He
friend said: "Well, 1 have been talking
away to this dumb man." "Dumb!*'
exclaimed Lord Guilforth, "bless me. I
thought you were dumb!"—Detroit
Free Press.
He gets most out life gives
most to it.
Some people put out their bands to
life, while others stretch forth their
There are people who spend their
days in some little town or village, and
yet live in the great expanse of a wide
world while others travel from city to
city, and from country to country, ys
live only in the narrowed little circle of
their immediate surroundings.—
Mr. Ferry—You say this secondhand
chair is in the colonial style?
Mrs. Ferry—Correct.
"Well, it seems to be pretty well oat
onlzed."—Cincinnati Enquirer.
W ••.••" |ff[ m~fl.i.HM..Mrf I
MILITARY surgeons of the country
will meet at Kansas City, Mo., next
A BILL to prevent the docking of
horses' tails is before the Colorado
A PHYSICIAN declares that people
sleep with their mouths shut livs
E Arkansas house is considering a
bill to make the legal rate of interest 8
per cent.
E smallest camels belong in Per
sia. They are not more than 50 centi
meters high.
CHIXESE streets are the narrowest in
the world—some of thein are only
eight feet wide.
E Delaware legislature has passed
a law requiring that barber shops be
closed on Sunday.
A GERMAN law prevents proprietors
of eating houses from serving beer to
people eating fruit.
BERLIN has the smallest elephant in
the world. I is one meter high and
weighs 80 kilograms.
E Texas bill to exterminate prairie
dogs is hung up in the senate on the
point of being unconstitutional.
N I A A RA river is washing away great
quantities of the rock cliff and a mark
ed change in the river's bed is notice
E N WEBSTER, Birmingham Ala.,
threw a beer out of a window. I
struck Richard Lewis, killing him in
E RE are more than 70 halls in
Paris devoted to fencing, each presid
ed over by a fencing master more or
less famous.
A COMPANY has been incorporated in
Connecticut, with $12,500,000 capital,
to combine the silk industry of the
United States.
A BILL has been introduced in the
Pennsylvania legislature providing for
the completion of the new capitol at a
cost of $4,000,000.
Foolish Indeed.
The Belle—A man looks awfully foolish
when he's proposing.
The Benedict—Yes, and they dare to taTk
about "appearances being deceptive."—N.
Y. Journal.
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sold only
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womanhood depends on perfect health.
Nature's rarest gifts of physical beauty vanish before
Sweet dispositions turn morbid and fretful.
The possessions that win good hus
bands and keeptheir love shouldbe guard
edby women every moment of their lives.
The greatest menace to woman's per
manent happiness in life is the suffering
that comes from derangement of the
feminine organs.
H. J.
Manythousands of women have realized
this too late to save their beauty, barely in time to save their
lives. Many other thousands have availed of the generous in
vitation of Mrs. Pinkham to counsel all suffering women free
of charge.
the room without help. After giving up all hopes of recovery,
I was advised to use Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com
pound and wrote for special information. I began to improve
from the first bottle, and am now fully restored to health."
Moder Science Recognizes
& & Disease of tht Blood
There is & popular ided. thfct this disease
is caused by exposure to cold, and thavt
some localities a.re infected with it more
th&n others Such conditions frequently
promote the development or the disease,
but from the faxt that this ailment runs
in certain families, it is shown to be hered
itary, and consequently a disease or the
Among the oldest and best known residents of Bluffs, 111., Is Adam
Vangundy. He has always been prominently identified with the interests
of that place. He was the first President of the Board of Trustees, and for
a long time has been a Justice of the Peace. He says: "I had been a suf
ferer of rheumatism for a number of years and the pain at times was very
intense. I tried all the proprietary medicines I could think or hear of, but
received no relief.
"I finally placed my case with several physicians and doctored with
them for some time, but they failed to do me any good. Finally, with my
hopes of relief nearly exhausted I read an article regarding Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills for Pale People, which induced me to try them. I was anxious
to get rid of the terrible disease and bought two boxes of the pills, I began
using them about March, 1897. After I had taken two boxes I was com
pletely cured, and the pain has never returned. I think it is the best medi
cine I have ever taken, and am willing at any time to testify to its good
merits."—Btujfr (///.) Timtt.
Lydia E. Pinkham's
medicine and your suf
erings will vanish."
of Ladoga, Ind.,
HAM—For four years I
suffered from ulcera
tion of the womb.
I became so weak I
could not walk across
A Harmles Stimulant.
Warwick—I read that a French physician
has heen conducting some very elaborate
investigations to discover the most health
ful form of amusement or diversion.
Wickwire—Ah, and what did he finally
conclude was the most conducive to longev
Weyler' Forecast
"I don't think," growled Gen. Weyler,
"that my ability as a prophet is recognized
as it should be."
"What's the matter, general?"
"Well, didn't I predict that Cuba would
eventually be pacified ?"—Pittsburgh Chron
Hainan Nature.
"How did you manage to pass such crude
coins?" they asked him.
"Oh, people want money so bad!" replied
the counterfeiter, acutely, if not grammat
ically.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
Mrs. Dollarworth—"Place aux dames." I
wonder what that means?
Mr. Dollarworth That oh, that's
French for intelligence office. Bostoa
McGonigle—"The candidate's voice has
played out!" Heeler—"Well, he can still
sign checks, can't he?"—Philadelphia North
Bound Brook, N. J., writes:
MRS. PINKHAM—I have been tak
ing Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound with the best results
and can say from my heart that
your medicines are wonderful.
My physician called my trouble
chronic inflammation of the left
ovary. For years I suffered very
much, but thanks to Mrs.
Pinkham's Vegetable Com
pound and kind advice, I
am today a well wo
man. I would say to all
suffering women, take
"Trade," remarked the auctioneer, as he
tacked up his red emblem to indicate a sale
of furniture, "always follows the flag."—
Town Topics.
Cholly—"Why do they say a Httle learn
ing is a dangerous thing?" Dolly—"If you
ever get any you will find out."—Yonkera
"What's an empty title, pa?" "An empty
title is your mother's way of calling me the
head of the house."—Chicago Daily Record.
Naming a battleship George Washington
is all right, but could a ship with that name
lie at anchor?—Albany Argus.
He who neglects present duties, may
never overtake future opportunities.—
Ram's Horn.
"Did he tell his love by word of mouth
"Well, not exactly by word."—Town Topics.
Love is a business of the idle, but the
idleness of the busy.—N. Y. Weekly.
The bell may be very musical, but it does
not make the engine go.—Ram's Horn.
Too many make a god out of the majority
—Ram's Horn.
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