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I Consumption 1
Do not think for a single I moment that consumption will 1 ever strike you a sudden blow. It does not come that way. It creeps its way along. First, you think it is a little cold; nothing but a little hack ing cough ; then a little loss in weight: then a harder cough; then tne fever and the night sweats. The suddenness comes when you have a hemorrhage. Better stop the disease while it is yet creeping. H You can do it with ft Ayer’s J Cherry Pectoral You first notice that you cough less. The pressure on the chest is lifted. That feeling of suffocation is removed. A cure is hastened by placingone of Dr. Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral Plaster over the Chest. A Book Free • | It is on the Diseases of the H Throat and Lungs. H Write urn Freely. I If you liavo any complaint u-liatever MS and desiro the best medical ndvlco you M can posslldy receive, write the doctor 1 freely. You will receive a prompt reply, AM without cost. Address. DU. J. C. AY lilt, Lowell, Mass. 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BURLINGAME & CO., ASSAY OFFICE * HD LABORATORY Hatabllahrd in Colorado.lB66. Sample* by mall or express will receive prompt and careful attention 6old & Sllier Bullion fl, r. ,l 'p’ , u , Hc d H': d .VS nM Concentration Tests 1001 5i , H?,7 0 , , r ,V’™.! 01 " 1736-1738 Lawrence St., Denver. Colo. WHEELS AT THE PARIS FAIR. Ample Preparations Being Made to Show Bicycle*. The wheel, according to the New York Herald, will occupy an honored place at the Paris exposition. No where in the world are there more en thusiastic wheelmen than the members of the famous Touring Club de France, and they have not been slow to avail themselves of this opportunity to draw the attention of the civilized world to the modern wheel with all its latest improvements. A committee was ap pointed some time ago to see about the construction of a building in which the wheels could be exhibited, and about the selection of a suitable site, and now the news comes that an ad mirable site has been granted by the authorities in charge of the exposition, and that on it a stately building will be erected within a very short time. The site is near the Eiffel tower, and close to the entrance of the Champ do Mars. Anyone who knows Paris will see that no better site could have been selected. All the visitors to the exposition, whether they are interest ed in bicycling or not, will be sure to pass by this spot, and cannot help be ing attracted by the artistic edifice that is to be reared in honor of the übiquit ous wheel. The building has been de signed by M. Gustave Rives, and is described by those who have seen his plans as a marvel of beauty. No pains will certainly be spared so far as orna mentation and other decorations are concerned. Contracts for this and all other necessary work will soon be awarded, and it is expected that the building will be completed at an early date. American as well as foreign wheelmen will doubtless spend many a pleasant hour in this building. Hard ly a week passes that some attempt is not made to improve the bicycle in one direction or another, and if w T e would find out about these so-called improvements and learn how many of them are really worth anything we must study them at our leisure in this place. That thousands will do so. is certain. DOCTOR TOO LATE. The Mosquito Hud Saved the Snnko- Lltten Man—An Agno Cnre. New York Press: "Talkin’ about rattlesnakes," said an Erie railroad brakeman, "did you ever hear how the mosquitoes saved a man's life up near Gulf Summit last summer? Well, while getting out railroad ties in a slashln’ over back of the Summit, Abe More house was bitten tn the leg by a rat tlesnake. A Susquehanna doctor was at once sent for and the leg was band aged tightly above the wound. It was expected that Morehouse would dio before the doctor could come up the pike on his bike. Just as soon as the leg was bared to put on the band age it was attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes, and when the doctor ar rived ho found the man as lively as a cricket and in no need of a doctor, but the ground was covered with dead and dying mosquitoes. They had sucked the poison from the wound and saved Morehouse’s life. Tho mosquitoes pre sented their bills and died. The doc tor presented Ills bill and got his money. This was hard on tho mos quitoes, but I presume Morehouse’s life was worth savin’. There was Sol Tlmson, another brakeman. Sol used to hrako on the Delaware division, from Susquehanna to Port Jervis. lie had tho ague awfully. Had It so bad that some of his teeth shook out. aud he shook the buttons off his coat. A lot of Ills friends had sure cures foi the ague, and each gave him the pre scilptlon. At Inst when he had 13 prescriptions, ho look them all to a Port Jervis drug store and had them put up. He took them home and put them all Into one Jug. Then ho shook the Jug. mixed the 13 prescriptions thoroughly, and took three doses. Ha never shook again until the hearse struck a stone." Savory Italian Dish. It was in Milan that I became ac quainted w’ith the Italian delicacy known as "little birds with polenta/' Polenta is a musical name for Indian meal, and I suspect that the "little birds" are the same as our English sparrows, although they seem even smaller. Compared to one of these Italian birds, an American quail is t Thanksgiving turkey. When you or der "birds and polenta” you get five oi six of these tiny creutures spitted on a stick and alternated with slices ol bacon. The polenta is well seasoned, and the dish, as a whole, Is most sat isfying. At first I tried carving the birds, but my companion showed me tho Italian way. He took the bird be tween his fingers and ate it, bones and all. When he finished there was noth ing on the place except tho sharp stick on which the birds hud been impaled. Private Murphy's Discovery. English papers are telling with somo gusto a story of a private sol dier named Murphy who was brought before the commanding officer at Dev onport, charged with selling part of ids kit. Said tho colonel: "Now, Pri vate Murphy, why did you soli your boots?” *Td worn thim for two years, sorr, an’ I thought bo that tinio they was me own prapperty.” "Nothing of the sort, man! Those boots belong to tho queen." "To tho quane, Is it, yer anner? Sure, thin, I didn’t know tho lady took twllvcs!” Chrysanthemums Out of Fastion. Chrysanthemums nre going out of fashion in England. Ono society for mining the flowers, after having had ten prosperous years, has been obliged to wind up Its affairs, owing to tho bad busiresH of the last two vers. DICK RODNEY; Or. The Adventures of An Eton Boy... BY JAMES GRANT. CHAPTER ll.—(Continued.) Now I began to be assailed by that Illness, which terror and anxiety had hitherto but partially repressed—a vio lent seasickness in all Its horror. Afraid of being washed from the deck, over which the waves were breaking now, once more I crept in wretchedness below. Before descending, I cast a despair ing glance at the loosening sail which still caught the wind; it was a source of increasing danger which I dared not attempt to remedy, even had I strength to have done so, for the wet deck was now sloping like the roof of a house, and I would assuredly have fallen into the sea to leeward. After several feeble efforts, I succeeded In partially closing the companion hatch, for warmth and security, and, descending, threw myself on the cabin floor, sick and despairing. The lurching of the vessel, the close ness of the atmosphere, and general odor of the cabin, overpowered me at last; I became “fearfully ill, and from being so, lapsed into unconsciousness, after enduring all the wretchedness in duced by that ailment of the ocean. For the top of my head seemed about to fly off, its sides to be crushed in; there was a singing in my ears, an ache in my eyeballs; and then came that awful sinking of the pulses, of the body, of the soul Itself which thou sands have endured in cases of aggra vated sea-sickness, but none lias been able to depict. In short, after a paroxysm of illness and tears, I became totally unconscious of the peril and horror of my situation, and found S refuge in sleep. CHAPTER 111. Useless Regrets. I must have lain long thus. On re covering, I rose more stiff and more benumbed than ever, and with feeble steps ascended the companion ladder, and then a cry of despair escaped me. The sky was clear and sunny, but whether with the light of a rising or a setting sun, I could not at first deter mine, morning and evening on the ocean being so much alike to an un practiced eye. Not a vestige of land was visible! Sea and sky were around me; not a sail was in sight, and nothing living was near, save a few petrels tripping over the water, alongside of the fatal schooner. Had I slept all night, and was this the dawn of a new day? Had I slept all day, and was this the approach of another night? I devoutly hoped not, as I most dreaded night upon the ocean; but the gradual sinking of the sun, and the increasing redness of the sky, ere long informed me that the time was evening. I now knew the west, and turned my haggard eyes to the south, for there tho land and my home lay; but still the envious wind, though lighter now, seemed to blow from that quarter. Oh! how deeply and earnestly, by thoughts unuttcred, I prayed in my heart that it would change and blow toward the shore —any shore—or any part of the coast of England, and bring me so near that I might have a chance of escape of life and preserva tion, by swimming—by putting to the test that skill and those powers of ac tivity I had acquired at Eton, in the waters of the Thames. The sea was comparatively smooth, but still the empty schooner rolled and lurched fearfully; the more so that the fore and aft foresail was hanging so loosely in the brails. A hundred years seemed to have elapsed since I had heard the dear voices and seen the loved faces of those I had left at home—of my father, my mother, of Dot and of Sybil; while the events of my early schoolboy days seemed to have occurred but yesterday. All time was chaos and confusion! In my sorrow and despair I never thought, unless with anger, of Jan van Zeervogel, the poor Dutch skipper, whose interests were so much involved with the loss or safety of his little schooner, with which the flood tide had made so free. I thought only of my own danger, and my mother’s sorrow for the mystery that would overhang my fate. Now hunger assailed me, creating a new terror lest I should perish by wunt of food; and all I had read or heard of wrecks, rafts and castaways crowded on my memory to aggravate tho real perils which surrounded me. Onco more I sought tho cabin, and on finding nn nx broke open what ap peared to boa press or locker. There in were several cups, bottles and drink ing glasses, placed In perforated shelves; but nothing eatable save a sin gle hard and moldy blBCUit, which the ruts abandoned on my approach, and nothing drinkable save the remains of tho brandy in which the peaches had been preserved—and I viewed tho Jar with horror, as the primary cause of all my sufferings and dangers—l say the remains, for it had fallen from the ta ble and been broken to pieces; so noth ing remained of Its contents, except about a gill in n fragment, and the peaches which lay in tho Ice or lower side of tho cubln. What would I not have given for a single drop of pure cold water, to allc viato that choking thirst which is ever the sequel to sickness, excitement and orrow! Rut there was not n drop on ioard, a* tho scuttle-butt had broken ts lashings in one of the lurches of the schooner and fallen overboard to lee ward. So I soaked the moldy biscuit in the brandy, ate it, and went on deck, in time to see the sun set at the watery horizon, from whence it cast, a long and tremulous line of yellow splendor along the dancing waves, to where the schooner floated in her loneliness. Night followed, and one by one the stars appeared in the mighty blue dome overhead; there was no moon as yet, and I thought of hoisting a light at the mainmast head, but where were a lan tern and matches to be found? I thought also of lifting the fore hatch to explore the forepart of the schooner, but I felt too feeble and sick at heart, and now with the coming of the shadow of night a ghost story of the Dutch skipper recurred to me. Thirst was now becoming an agony, and I inhaled the dewy atmosphere in vain, for its property was saline, and seemed to make my sufferings greater; but happily it induced a drowsiness. I crept below, and seeking the bed in the captain’s berth, drew the clothes over me and strove to sleep—and so weary was I that sleep came. How long I slept I do not know,’but I was suddenly roused by a violent lurch of the schooner. On reaching the deck, I found that a gale had again come on, and that the sea was whitened with foam, amid which the seabirds were blown wildly hither and thither; that the moon was now on the wane, and shed a cold, weird light between the black masses of flying scud, upon the tumbling bil lows and the empty schooner, which yet floated buoyantly enough. But she now careened fearfully to port. I fore saw that unless the masts were cut away a capsize was inevitable, for the wild wind howled over the waste of seething water, and the schooner groaned and trembled as wave after wave thundered on her empty and re sounding hull. Notwithstanding my weakness, I en deavored to tighten the brailing of the fore and aft foresail; but how vain was the attempt! The moment I re moved the rope from the belaying pin it was torn from my hand; the whole sail fell heavily loose, and swelled out upon the wind. It flapped with a sound like thunder in the blast, and in a moment the deck seemed to pass from under my feet, and I was strug gling alone in the midnight sea. To the horror of being drowned was now added that of being devoured by the Ashes. A cry to heaven escaped me, as I rose panting and almost breathless and struck out to prolong existence. The sea repelled and buoyed me up, for it is by no means so easy to sink as many persons imagine. The schooner was lying now’ com pletely on her beam ends to port; her masts and half her deck were in the water. It had filled the body of the loosened sail, and served to keep her steady, but still the waves washed wildly over the hull. I knew she must soon fill and go down; yet so strong is the Sr.stinct of self-preservation that I toon reached the foremast, climbed into the now horizontal rigging, and seated myself on the row of dead eyes, through which the shrouds are rove, clutching them with wild tenacity, while drenched, cold, and despairing. The sprny flew over me, thick as rain, but hitter, heavy and blinding. How long I could have survived I know not; but 1 felt as one in u dread ful dream and acted with the decision and firmness with which we often seem to acquaint ourselves amid the most fantastic situations created by the fancy in sleep. Suddenly, amid the stupor that wa3 coming over me, I heard a voice and saw a large brig looming between me and the pale, waning moon. She was close by, with her courses, topsails, Jib and fore-and-aft mainsail set. but with her foreyard laid to the wind ns she lay to. Then I heard the ruttle of the blocks and tackle, ns a boat descended from the stern davits with a splash Into the sea. "Cheerily, now, my lads, give way!" cried the voice I had heard before; "pull to windward round this craft, and overhaul her." "There’s a man In the fore-rigging!" cried another. "Then stand by in the bow with the boat-hook." I strove to speak, to shout; but my voice was gone. "Spring Into the sen." cried a voice; "do you hear me, you sir—you in the fore-rigging there? Jump in; wo can not sheer alongside a craft that pitches about like a cork in such a sea ns this." "Don’t fear, my lad," cried others; "we’ll pick you up." But I was powerless, blinded by sprny; and though unable to respond, clutched the rnttllns with fatuous en ergy. Then strong hands were laid upon me, and I felt myself dragged Into the boat. "Shove off. shove off give way! this craft will sink in a minute," cried some one; "give way for the brig!" and Just ns they turned the head of the boat to ward their vessel, the Dutch schooner appeared to right herself; there wan a crash ns her deck burst up. and then a sob seemed to mingle with the a Ik* that was expelled from her hold ns she filled and went down like n stone. Though I had been ro long unseen, I afterward learned that at this tlrno there were not less than fifteen sail In sight of the vessel which ploked mo up. CHAPTER IV. The Eugenie. After being conveyed on board, hot brandy punch was readily administered to me; all my wet clothes were taken off, and I was put into a snug berth, the cozy warmth of which, together with the effect of the steaming punch— "a stiff nor’wester,” as I heard It called —and the toil and misery, mental and bodily, I had undergone, all conduced to give me a long and almost dream less slumber. Thus the noon of the next day was far advanced before I awoke to the realities of life and a consideration of the awkward predica ment in which I was placed. I had been picked up by the Eugenie, a new brig of 250 tons register, “cop pered to the bends, and standing A-l at Lloyds," as I was Informed by Sam uel Weston, her master. He added that she had a crew of twelve hands, men and boys, exclusive of Marc Hls lop, the mate, and Tattooed Tom, his assistant, and that the brig had the reputation of being one of the be3t sailing out of London. The morning was fine and warm; the skylight was open, and a pleasant cur rent of air passed through the clean, wainscoted cabin. A spotless white cloth was on the table, across which there were lashed certain bars of wood, technically termed a fiddle, to keep the plates and glasses from falling to leeward; and on looking from my cur tained berth (for I was not permitted to rise) I saw the captain and mate at lunch over brandy and water, biscuits and cheese; and busy the while with charts and compasses, as they were comparing their nautical notes and ob servations. The brig seemed to be running stead ily through the water upon the star board tack, and I could hear the gurgle of the sea under her counter, as it bub bled away in the wake astern —in fact, the sound seemed to be just a foot above my ear, realizing the terrible idea that there was “only a plank be tween me and eternity." Capt. Samuel Weston was a well made man of middle hight, and some where about forty years of age. He was rather grave than jovial In man ner, but pleasant, kind and gentleman ly. There was nothing about him that particularly indicated the seaman, and he never used startling adjectives, or, according to the proverbial idea, inter larded Ills conversation with obscure nautical phraseology. He wore a short pca-coat with brass buttons, and a straw hat. A handsome gold ring secured his necktie, and the fag-end of a cheroot was between his teeth. He was exactly portrayed thus in his colored calotype, which was framed and screwed into the bulkhead. Close by it was another of a lady with a little boy, standing at the base of a column, which of course had a crimson curtain festooned behind it; and they, I had no doubt, were his wife and child. So Capt. Weston—or. as lie preferred to call himself, Sam Weston —was more domestic in his tastes than those who usually live by salt water are sup posed to be. Neither was there anything partic ularly nautical In the appearance of the mate, who was a smart and athletic young fellow, about five-and-twenty years of age, with somewhat of a Glas gow accent, keen gray eyes an.' sandy colored hair; and he it was (though I was not aware of it then, or for long after) who boldly plunged into the stormy sea, and swam to the founder ing schooner, and finding that I could neither understand cor obey instruc tions, had made a line fast to my waist, and thus conveyed mo safely into the boat; so to this young Scotchman I owed my life and a debt of gratitude. (To be continued.) The Uranic Leg. A well-known Archbißhop of Dublin wan, toward the end of his life, af flicted by his abaence of mind, that led often to Btartlintt developments. The most devout of men, the best of hus bands, he figured Jn one anecdote that might have got n lesa well-known plctlat Into trouble. It wnß at n din ner given by the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland. In the mldat of the dinner the company was stnrtled by seeing the Archbishop rise from his sent, looking pnle and agitated, and crying: "It hus come, It hna come!" "What has come, your Grace?" eagerly cried half a dozen voices from different purls of the table. "Whnt I have been ex pecting for some yenrs—a stroke' of paralysis," solemnly answered the Archbishop. "1 have been pinching myself for the past two minutes, nnd find my leg entirely without sensa tion." "Pardon me, my dear Archbish op," said the hoatess, looking up to him with a quizzical smile, "pardon mo for contradicting you, but It Is me that you hnve been pinching." Lord and Minister. The Scottish Leader nays that the former Lord Klphlnstones parish min ister was a very scatter-brained theo logian, and In Ills sermons often knew not tho end from the beginning. Ono Sunday Ills Lordship, In Ills customary sleeping, gave vent to nil unmistak able anore. This wns 100 milch for the minister, who stopped and cried: "Waken, my Lord Klphlnstone," A STunt followed, and then Ills lordship answered: "I’m no Bleepin', minister." "Uut ye nro sleepln'. 1 wager ye dln na ken what I said last," exclaimed tho pastor. "Ou, ay," returned the peer. "Ye said, ‘Waken, my Lord Elphln stonc. Ay, ay," said the minister. “But I wager ye dlnnu ken wlmt I said Inst afore that." "Tuts," roifllod tho nobleman, promptly. ‘T|| wager ye dluna ken ycrsolf." WHERE FLAPS ARE MADE. A Ur|« Manufactory at the New York N»»t Yard. In the equipment building of tho* New York navy yard there is a largo! manufactory, where most of the flags, of our navy are made. A large vessel carries forty American flags, and a smaller vessel almost as many. This does not Include the fleet and Interna tional signal flags, and the flags of oth er countries. There are three rooms in the equipment building that are giv en up to flag making. One of these Is very large, and the others at either end arc much smaller. There are sew ing machines, scissors, pincushions and flatirons scattered around, so that the place does not look unlike a pa triotic dressmaker’s establishment. The flags are all made by women, though a few men help to cut out the stars and do the finishing. The wind and weather destroy flags so fast, and new vessels are put into commission so rapidly, that it is necessary to em ploy a number of people even in time of peace. The working hours, during the late war, were extended from 8 o’clock In the morning to 5 o’clock in the evening. In one week eighteen hundred flags were made at the flag department, and this was when tho rush of work was about over. The women cut all the square flags and the devices for them. The men cut the stars and bias pennants, and put on the finishing touches and the heading through which the rope runs. They also put in the rope and stencil the flag with the size and nationality. '1 here is a pattern for every flag, and the patterns are put away in paper bags when not in use. There are for ty-four flags in a set of general sig nals used in the navy. These are In three sizes, w’hlle the regular flag Is made in nine sizes. The largest flag measures thirty-six feet long, while the smallest is only thirty inches. Pennants are made up to seventy feet long. There are nineteen interna tional signal flags and forty-three for eign flags, which are made at the navy yard.—Scientific American. STANDARD OIL KING. Table Shturln? How Hlr. Rockefeller's Fortune llum Increaaoil. 1853 1865 '. $ 5,000 1870 50,000 1875 1,000,000 18S5 50.000,000 1890 100,000,000 1899 250,000,000 HOW INVESTED. Standard Oil (including premium and interest in allied companies) $130,000,000 Iron mines 25,000,000 Real estate 17,000,000 Lead trust 5,000,000 Natural gas 5,000,000 Municipal gas 4,000,000 Steamship linc3 2,000,000 Railway securities 25,000,000 Bank stock 7,000,000 Cash nnd mi~tell&ncous c> curitics 10,000,000 $250,000,000 : —From the N. Y. Journal. Desponding France. What rank docs Franco now hold among the nations of the world? A few years ago, i:i spite of our disas ters, wo were still a great, nation, the second In the world, yielding first place only to England. Now wo are no higher than fourth, for both Germany and tho United Statc3 have surpassed us.—Sieclo. A chronic boro sometimes hurt? worse than a dentist. MRS. COOPER. Tho Mott Fkiuoui Kculptrmt In Iht World, Entirely Cured by Te-ru-nn. Mrs. M. C. Cooper of the Royal Acad emy of Arts, London, England, is un doubtedly ono of the greatest living sculptors. She has modeled busts of half the nobility of England, and is now In Washington making busts of distinguished Americans. Mrs. Cooper has Just completed a bust of Mrs. Bel va Lockwood, which Is now In the Mrs. M. C. Cooper. Corcoran Art Gallery. Huskin, the great urtlßt,placed Mrs. Cooper as one of the greatest sculptors and painters of this century. Mrs. Cooper is an ar dent friend of Pe-ru-nn and in a letter dated January 26, written from Wash ington, says tho following: "I take pleasure) In recommending Pe-ru-nn for catarih and li grippe. I have suf fered for months and after tho use of ono bottle of Pe-ru-nn am entirely well."—Mrs. M. C. Cooper. Fend for a free hook on catnrrh en titled "Health and Beauty." This look is written especially for women, nnd will be found to bo of great value to every woman. Address Dr. Hartman* Columbus, 0.