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t^-JP". W^1 QTJILLE? CO?C*. PETES PENRUBDOCK'S mouth was Id the shape of a cheery word, and the weight of a six-days' Borrow was insufficient to press out the molding of \a$ y^nr*. 60 the curves of his lips were but partially .straightened as he stood with one hard, toiI-*shapened hand rest . ing heavily upon the table and looked upon Martha, his wife, though the light of good content might be shut from his eye? and the ache in his heart seem un? ending. The face of Martha Penruddock had been slowly molded by an uneventful happiness into curves of calm satisfac? tion, but on her the weight of the six days' sorrow had left deep den tings, and her eyes were awful with the shade of a cold, voiceless misery as she stood straight and motionjess at the window and looked down across the sunny slope to the apot where her son, her one, comely son, had just been laid, dead. Outside, the afternoon sun blazed down upon the square gray walls and hardened the blisters already raised up? on the green front door. In days now passed a fat baby hand bad pressed the blisters on the lower panels and a baby heart bemoaned a lack of inches as baby eyes gazed higher. But with growth came indifference, and the blisters of the upper panels were stili unmuti lated, standing out as so many protests against the sun's immoderation. In the trim front garden, however, there were no such'protests. The sunflowers, the dahlias, the hoUyhocks, the roses, all opened their glorious hearts to receive his fire and loved him for his ardency. While mignonette and marjoram, lav? ender and nasturtiums, candy tuft, sweet peas and boW-eyed marigolds mingled their charms to the making of a gkming, growing pomander, stretching on either side the gravel box edged path, from blistered door to gar? den'gate. And the bees buzzed desul? torily, sipping honey as if there were no need for baste; and the big irides? cent tliefi rested, still and' gleaming, on the hot gray pillars of the porch. Beyond the house, and the garden, and the diusty white road along which the black-suited villagers had passed so short time ago. sloped down a tawny cornfield, where the reapers bent to their labor, leaving the grain in long, fallen swathes behind them as they passed upon their way. And beyond this slope, dotted with life and spread with the means of Bfe, lay the peaceful acra of death, with one brown mound among the grassy mounds, beneath which lay the gladness of a woman's life. And the afternoon wore on. The sun moved slowly across the clear, still sky. rearing a shadow pillar athwart the gray stone doorstep and a grief in the heart of tbe sunflowers. The bright square, too, which had blazed through the parlor window on to the rose wreathed carpet, bad traveled and trav? eled by slow degree* along tbe floor, then climbed the damask-patterned wall and finally disappeared in the scroll work of the cornice. And Peter Penruddock's lips seemed to grow straighter and narrower as he looked upon Martha, his wife. And tbe tall clock in the stone hall ticked the mo? ments away?always the same, no hur? ry, no change of tone, no relenting. Sweet Is tbe scent of pink clover by tbe path across a short wheat field, when the evening dew falls gently and damps the full-blown petals. Peaceful and kind is the twilight when a faint breeze twoys the alight gossamers, cool? ing the sun-acorched verdure and re? viving; a fainting land. Yet scent and light were as nothing to the senses of Peter Penruddock as he stood by the gats of his rick yard and gazed at the ?teep. winding field path up which Mar? tha had kiowly gone an hour ago. It waa so terrible, this great silencing grief which had shut him, her husband, from her heart and care. His sorrow? surely his, if hers?could have been eased by speech and softened by sym? pathy; but the wife had taken it oth? erwise, had held her heart and lips tight shut against words of comfort, leaving him to mourn alone, outside. But it was not of this that Peter thought as he looked up across the steep wheat field; he was not given to the weighing of his rights and his wrong*; only to him the pain of her anguish was unbearable, a sorrow even greater than the other sorrow, inas? much as it was living and more in? tangible. With wistful eyes and weighted heart be left the rick yard and turned up wardajby the clover-edged path through the bare brown field at the backofth? gray larm house. He knew where he Should find her; he knew how she would receive him; this last was knowledge which had come to him within tbe past flark week. She had no need of him; she chose to suffer alone?silent, and hard and uncomforted. On the old wooden seat at the bend of tbe sloping field he found her; her shawl had fallen back from her shoul? ders; her eyes, wide and expression Jsss, fixed on that peaceful spot beyond the pew-reaped cornfield In the val? ley below. She did not stir as he drew near nor move her eyes as he sat on the bench beside her and took one cold and 4ore?isting hand in his. "Patty," he said, gently. "Patty, dear. Wife." But it was as If she did not hear. And the lines of her face were deep and rigid, as If she were cut from stone. "Patty," he pleaded, "the spot down yonder moi'a swallow all your love, pear heart, look back awhile and try to nalnd tbe days before he came. Can 'ee mind.** be went on, "the first day you saw tbe old house, when we came?just yon an* me?an' made ft home? An* you frowned at its poor old straight walls to vex me, an' laughed at my long looks when you'd done it. An' how we (planned, an' arranged, an' ran upstairs an' down; an' all tbe time counted it tbe best home In the world." The hand lying in bis moved slightly, but she made him no other answer. Than silent fell on them again, and his ey*a stiU rested on the old gray house; but hers wer* fixed on the val? ley below. The day grew more dim and the land was all hushed and peace? ful, exeapt for a beetle's quick whirr as it hurried along to It* home, and the call of a farm boy rising up from the rick yard as he finished his evening's work. Then at length he spoke again, p*4 hi" voice was still low and pleading as ha spoke of that day long ago, the day aha bad pome to his home. He *miaded" the song she had hummed, ibe words) she had spoken. And once a flutfariPff aigh escaped her Hps, but bar lid* did not quiver aboye her wide floss. "Ad' than," he went on, and bj* rpice lank lower, and it was even as though le spoke to himself, "the sun went kwo, an* the daytime was over; an' we Kmbed?you an' me?up the field path K this bench. An' here we sat in the ?may; an' yojj was wearin' a little white frock with bassomy rcses upon it, an* byme'bye, when the- dew fell, the frock grew all heavy with damp? ness, an' I?all laughing*?chid you sharply for bein' a careless wife. An' then?how well I can mind It?you turned your dear face round to me?all sober an* solemn?an' you said, just as if 'twas a prayer you was sayin': 'Hus? band, I was fearful of the new life be? fore me, being but young- and over thoughtless: but I want it to be better for you?bavin* me with you. I want to make vou happier, an' I want never to do nor to say one thing to hurt or to vex you?till I d5e.' Poor little Patty bow well I can mind it?nigh upon 20 years?an'?** His voice broke, and the next words would not come. She stirred slightly and shivered, then leaned closer to him. And then at last she lifted her eyes from th? valiey to the sky where the stars were appearing: and then her lids quivered and narrowed; and he saw there were tears on her cheek. "Patty, wife," he murmured, "mind the old days for my sake. Mind him. too. as'tis best. Mind him lyin'all saucy and strong in his cradle, as we stood by him, you an' me, and laughed at his baby ways. How he waved up his brag garty arms to reach us, an' grabbed at our fingers to raise him, an' cuddled his face on our shoulders when he got his own way in the end." "An' when he fell ill that first spring time, how we watched, an' we hoped an' we prayed for him; an* he battled way back, just a shadow; an' laughed hisself into all hearts. An' I can mind that when night came, for many |in" many a year after, you would start from your sleep with a cry an* wonder if all was well. An' then I would creep to his bedside, an'ehadin* the light would look down 'pon his face, all lyin' so quiet an* so rosy; an' would bring back the word, just to soothe you: "Tis right, he's Bleepin' well.' " Against his own heart he could now feel her sobs; on his hand he could feel hot tears falling; but this weight at the heart was easier to bear, and the tears made the handclasp firmer. And the stars shone out, and the moon rose high, and no more words were spoken. The scent of the clover, all heavy with dew, was sweet on the cool night breezes. From the farm be? low cheery lights shot forth and then gleamed bright and stead}-; and the slow rub of a chain from the cow? house now and again broke the still? ness. Time was unheeded by the mourners now; it wa? good to rest? just rest and be silent. By and by her sobs were spent, but 6he did not raise her head from his shoulder; for a week she had held it high and stern, and now it was raising to bend it. So he drew her shawl closer about her; he stroked her heavy, loosened hair and gently fingered the soft curls which strayed about her ear. And a great tiredness that was even peace fell upon her heart; and after awhile she slept. Peter Penruddoek's mouth had been shaped by cheerful words, and now he must abide by it; there must be no further straightening of the upward curves, for his cheerful words were still needed. The world did not die witb>the death of a sou, and live worlds seldom love innovation. So Peter sat with his face to the stars, and schooled his tongue to the shape of comfort. And the great moon was so placid, the stars were so radiant, the gray sky stretched so vast, and life shrank so belittled that it did not seem hard to smile over earth's pains, and think of the childless years as but mo? ments. But when at length be turned his eyes downwards, and faced the still spot tying steeped in the valley below, for awhile his heart fainted with the force of his anguish which fought with the power of his peace. Then up through the still air came the chime of the tall clock striking its hour in the stone hall below, and it entered the dreams of the sleeping mother and warned her back to the world; and suddenly she uttered a warning cry. and raised her head and opened her eyes. It was the cry he knew so well, and his heart went out to meet it. And then she looked with those wide, hungry eyes, before her through tho moonlight, and remembered, and real? ized, and made a little moan so young and childish that the tears pricked in his eyes. But a fallen tear is ever a confession, and he pressed these back with his eyelids; and gently he an? swered her cry with the old, oft-used, soothing words? "Tis all right, wife, he's sleepin* well." And then he turned his face from the narrow bed at the foot of the quiet val? ley and led her tenderly down through the field-path and into the old gray home.?The Speaker OVEREATING, Amerleui 3*t Food That I* Too Xatritiova. It has been computed Uy some one fond of mathematical calculations tha't if the food which is consumed in Great Britain not only in excess of need, but to the actual harm of the eaters, could be saved and sent to India it would more than supply the wants pf the starving thousands in that country. This computation is, of course, little more than a guess, but it serves to emphasize the fact that many, perhaps the majority of mankind above the ranks of the very poor, sin against themselves daily by overeating. An English hygienist of repute says that a large proportion of the ill which afflict men past the middle life are due to errors in dipt, chiefly in the direction of excess in quantity. He even goes so far as to make the deliberate assertion that more mischief in the shape of less? ened resisting powers, actual disease And shortened life comes to the inhab? itants of northern Europe from their habits of eating than from their abuse of alcoholic liquors. ? And what is said of Englishmen ap? plies with equal force to Americans. We not only eat too much and too often, but we eat food that is too nutritious in proportion to its bulk; in other words, we eat too much meat. Not only are gout and rheumatism favored, or, as some eminent authori? ties contend, solely caused by too much meat, but even certain tumors are thought by many to be hastened in their growth by the same means. For the majority of city dwellers, especially brain-workers, three meals a day are top many; two are all suffi? cient for most people, and many are better off with meat only pnee \n \hp 24 hours. The other meals should be slight, consisting of bread, butter, cheese, milk, green vegetables and fruit. There is an unfounded prejudice against nuts, which are regarded as in? digestible, but that is because they are eaten at the wrong time, both fruit and nuts are excellent foods, but they should be taken at the beginning of breakfast or luncheon, instead pf at -fJup end of the meal.?Youth's Companion. A Good Kcmod, Mother?Do you know why your pa called Mr. Blowhar"; a liar, Tommy? Tomany?Yes'm; he's a smaller man than oa.?Harlem Life. COMING! TO Tazewell FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 3D. The title of "The Greatest Show on Earth" has been claimed by many aggregations which annually visit this vi? cinity, but it is certain there are none greater than the Great Wallace Shows * * * Not a feature as advertised was omitted, and all who attended the performances were loud in their praises of the production and the honest way in which the management conducts the gigantic affair.?Pittsburg (Pa.) Chronicle-Telegraph, May 26, 1897. mwsm 3 Ring Circus Millionaire Menagerie-M?seu ?QUARIUMako OYAL ROMAN jjlPpODROME honorably conducted splendid in Character, Magnificent IN EQUIPMENT Grand Spectacular Ballet. </qf any Show on earth Regal in Presentation THE Greatest, Gran DESf and best of Americas big ^?^^?^shows. SEATS I0;00^PWPU. Omnipotent in Strength, Ideal in character, Splendid in Organization, Magnificint in Presentation. The Purest, Cleanest, Mightiest and Most Magnifi? cent Amusement Institution of the 19th Century. Half Mile Race Track, 1,000 Features, 100 Phenomenal Acts, 25 Clowns, 20 Hurricane Races, 1,500 Employes, 6 Bands, 50 Cages, A Drove of Camels, 15 Open Dens, A Herd of Elephants. $4,000.00 Daily Expenses. "The Best ^en here in a Decade."?C'in. Commercial Gazette. "High tonec. >i Every Way?in Magnitude of Fiist Rank."?St. Louis Republic. "Bewilders the Senses, Dazzles the Ey?-s."?Denver Times. "The Cjeanest, most satisfactory Circns_A;et seen here."?New Orleanfa Picayune. "Gives more "than Siv^omlses."?San Francisco ilxaminer. r., ^ The Greatest Performers in the World are with the Great Wallace Shows this Season, Including the m '?o*i*s PBEM,En Acno?4Ts - ?^! $10.00000 challenge act ? 9 Nelson famiLV 9 The Werntz Famjly Aerealiets, The 4 Martells, Bicycle and Skating Experts, The 10 DellameadB, Statuary AitiBts, The Sansoni Sisters, Female SamsonB, 10 Principal Equestrians, The 3 Petite Aerial Bars-Extraordinary. Gaza, the Magnetic Girl. Kowena, the Head Balancer, and Grand Spectacular Ballet, 19. Coryphees, (Led by 3 Siatera Maccari, Premier Dansueses.) At 10 a. m. daily is the finest ever put on the streets. A Sunburst of Splendor, a Triumph of Art, Money and Good Taste, with Lavish Luxury of Spectacular Effect, with Greatest Professional Features Conceivable. Our Street Parade ury of Spectacuiar ^Effect, with Gret EXCURSIONS RUN ON EVERY LINE OF TRAVEL No Gambling Devices Tolerated. Never Divides, Never Disappoints. * A STEAMBOAT STORY. BY MATTHEW WHITE, Jr. u Clinton, are you quite sure you've understood all my di rectidns?" And Air. Joy looked a trifle anxious as he kissed his daughter and wrung his son's hand. "Yes, sir. You know we went with you last summer, and besides, as we go on the boat, we won't have to change cars." "Oh, you'll get along ail right with such sharp reasoning as that!" laughed his father. And then he hurried off down town to business. The present occasion was an im? portant one in the Joy family, for it was to signalize the first venturing abroad by themselves of 13-years-old Clinton and his younger sister Daisy. They had been invited to spend a week with their grandmother near the sea? shore, and as Mrs. Joy was an invalid, and her husband happened just at the time to be very busy at his office, it was finally decided that the chidren might pafely be trusted to take care of them? selves for the 30 miles. They were, of course, highly de lighted with this arrangement, and when they were at. last actually in the street car, on the way to the boat, they botu felt ver}- important. "I wonder how many adventures we'll have?" said Daisy, as she sat on the very edge of the seat in order to have her feet touch the floor. "Oh, 3'ou mustn't talk about or look for 'em," replied her more practical rother, "or we won't have any at all!" All went smoothly until they reached the pier, where Daisy was seized with a mortal terror of passing the score or more of wagons and trucks that were continually coming and going, and blocked the way. "Oh, Clint!" she cried. "Just see that horrid big horse, with the muzzle on his mouth! I'm sure if he bites, he'l! kick, too, and how will we ever get by him?" Her brother's only response was to bravely lead the way, flourishing his umbrella threatening^, and, after squeezing between greasy hubs and un? der several tailboards, they finally man? aged to board the May Queen, which was the romantic name painted on the paddle box of the steamboat that was ?o bear them across the bay to Sun side. All their baggage had been sent by express the day before, and after the tickets had been bought, the young travelers' had nothing to do but to sit quietly on the after deck and keep cool Pretty soon the bell was heard to ring in the engine-room, the whistle gave a warning shriek, the great wheels be? gan to revolve, and in a few moments the May Queen was speeding on her course down the harbor, and so on out to the bay "It f"ms as if we went almost as fast as the earn cars," remarked Daisy, as she wa :hed the foaming water 'flash out fron behind the wheels "But, oh what was that?" as a sudden jar was followed by the stoppage of the en? gine. "Guess we must have run off the track," responded her brother, laugh ingly. But when he heard the rush of feet in the cabin and the loud shouts of captain and pilot the smile quickly faded away, and he put his arm around Daisy, as if determined to protect hei first of all. "The boat's snapped her shaft in two!" cried an excited-looking man, as he rushed out of the cabin toward a lady and gentleman he had left a few minutes before. "Oh, please tell me what that means! Are we going to sink?" And Daisy ran across the deck to find out all about it. Clinton followed her, and with much interest heard it explained that the shaft was the sort of axle that turned the wheels, and under which he had ducked his head when they came on board. "And can't we go at all now?"' he asked. "Not a boat's length, except as the wind and tide carry us," replied the gentleman, as he looked at his watch and then gazed anxiously out over the bay, on which the only sails visible were a long distance off. "Then how are we going to get to gTandma's for dinner?" said Daisy, in dismay. But the May Queen's long, shrill whis? tles for help drowned Clinton's answer, if, indeed, he had known how to make any. "Oh, look, Frank!." exclaimed the lady, during an interval in the blasts. "We must bo drifting out to sea." "That's what I feared," said the gen? tleman, gravely, "for the tide is still running out, and what wind there is is blowing in the same direction." "Let's go down and see the. break, will you, Daisy?" proposed Clinton. And hand in hand they went down? stairs, but there was such a crowd around the shaft that they could not get near it. Daisy was rapidly growing very nerv? ous, and Clinton was wondering what he could do or say to reassure her, when a man with a gilt band around his cap beckoned to him from fhe after gang? way. There were two deckhands leaning over the railing near him, holding on to the ropes, with which they had just, lowered one of the life boats into the water. "Now don't be frightened," explained the mete, "but just let us pasr. you down into this boat. Some of you pas? sengers will be sure to want to go ashore hen you find out the anchor won't ''I when it's first dropped, and as you two are the youngest on board it's no more'n right you should have first shovr." "But where are you going to take us?" asked Daisy, in some alarm, as a stout arm placed her safely in the stern of the lifeboat. "Eight around Sandy Pointr-you can just see it over yonder?and up the river to Sunside." "Exactly where we want to go," said Clinton, as he slid down a rope into the bow. "You might unhook those blocks," began the mate, as he sent the men away in answer to a call from the cap* tain, "and catch this rope. The boat will ride easier, and?" But another loud summons from the captain called the officer forward, and the children were left alone. "Here, Daisy, please hold this rope a minute, while I unhook these pul le3's, as the man told me to do; or you might tie it to that ring." So saying, Clinton passed the line the mate had thrown him to his sister, and proceeded to cast off the hoisting gear. He had barely completed his task when Daisy startled him by giving a : spring that very nearly sent him over- , hoard.andcryinjsrouti _j_i_.?4 1 "Oh, Clint, the rope's gone!" "But, Daisy, why did you let go of it?" "I was just trying to tie it as you said, and it slipped right out of my hands. And, oh, see how fast we're drifting away I Can't you catch hold of something?" And the little girl almost held her breath while Clinton leaned as far over as he dared and tried to clutch at the rudder chains. But just then the lifeboat sank down between two waves, and when it came up again there was a space of several feet between it and the May Queen, for the anchor had caught hold of the bot? tom at last, and the tlrst of the flood tide swept the smaller boat swiftly away. The children at once began to shout for help at the top of their voices, but as the steamboat had now begun to blow off steam, and as most of the pas? sengers were on the forward deck, watching a vessel that had just been sighted, they were neither heard nor seen. "Can't you row back, Clint?" asked Daisy; then, as the boat rose high on a wave, only to sink into the green depths again, she added: "Oh, no, don't try; but sec if we can't get to the landi" Clinton, meanwhile, was tugging at the oars, which were several sizes too large for him; besides, he had only rowed once or twice in his life before. So when he found that the wind had changed, and was now blowing shore? ward, he decided that it was best to take Daisy's advice. "See if you can 6teer against iny rowing," he suggested, when he had finally succeeded in pushing one of the huge oars into its place. "Just keep the rudder turned that way?so. It didn't look to be very far to the mouth of the river when the man pointed it out. and, if we can only get into the tide there, it'll carry us right up to Sunside. I used to watch it come rush? ing in last summer." Thus, with the help of wind and tide and the one oar, the lifeboat was brought nearer and nearer to the strip of beach, until, finally, the children could hear the booming of the breakers. "What is that?" inquired Daisy, as the dull roar grew ever louder. Clinton told her, and both awoke to the fact that they would be much safer drifting far out at set, for if the boat could not be kept in her present course, in spite of the wind, until she had drift? ed past Sandy Point and around into the quiet waters of the river, she would certainly be carried into the toppling surf and capsized. Clinton, all exhausted as he was, worked away with his heavy oar harder than ever; but, neverthclessTthe space between the lifeboat and the water line of breakers narrowed terribly fast while the distance to Sandy Point seemed to stretch out like elastic. Which would be covered first? "Oh, let me help, Clint!t cried Daisy, as she noticed that her brother dared not stop even to wipe away the great drops of perspiration that were trick? ling down his face. "No, you can't do any more than you are doing by keeping tight hold of the rudder." Daisy, however, determined to do ali si.* could, began to give out encouraj ing reports of their progress toward the point, resolving not to notice how close they also were to the shore. "Only a little bit more, Clint, and then you can rest all the way to Sun side, can't you?" Her brother nodded, with his lips closed. He felt that all his breath must be saved for the "little bit." What if he should not be able to hold out? How long would it be before some great curling wave? "We've passed it!" suddenly an? nounced Daisy. And, after a few more strokes for good measure, Clinton drew in his oar. and, as the incoming tide swept the life? boat safely into the peaceful river, he stretched himself out on the scat, quite limp from the exciting contest, iu which he had been the victor. Daisy arranged a coil of rope under bis head for a pillow and fanned him with his hat, so that, in the course of ten minutes, he felt able to sit up and gently propel the boat a little faster, until he brought it, and the news of the May Queen's mishap, up to the steam? boat wharf at Sunside. They heard the next morning that the disabled steamer had been towed back to the city before nightfall, and Daisy is now of the opinion that she would rather read about adventures than have them. "I hope people won't think we ran away with that boat on purpose," she remarked to her grandma; "because we didn't. It /. t ran away with us.M? 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The following letter relates to an un? usually severe case of displacement of the womb, which was cured by the Pinkham remedies. Surely it is convincing: " Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound an'- Blood Purifier cured me when the doctors had given me up. I had spent hundreds of dollars searching for a cure, but found little or no relief until I began the Pinkham remedies. I had falling ?nd displacement of the womb sobadly that for two years I could not walk across the floor. I also had profuse menstruation, kidney, liver and stomach trouble. The doctors said my case was hopeless. I had taken only four bot? tles of the Vegetable Compound and one of the Blood Purifier when I felt like a new person. I am now cured, much to the surprise of my friends, for they all gave me up to die. Now many of my lady friends are using Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound through my recommendation, and are regaining health. It has also cured my little son of kidney trouble. I would advise every suffering woman in the land to write to Mrs. Pinkham for aid."?Mrs. Emma Pang born, Alanson, Mich. You rvlood Another Heit, Something different from what you bought earlier?something for a change that is chic, stylish and just suits the season. We have just the thing?not too ele? gant, but just dressy enough, and it doesn't cost much. If you need a hot weather hat, a dainty finish for your summer suit, we have it. An examination of our stock shows w'e have too many hals on hand, and to reduce these and also to give our customers a bargain Unexcelled in Tazewell. We Shall Cut the Prices on Them Exactly One-Fourth. Then a $3 hat will cost you only $2.25 and a $2 hat will cost you only $1.50 and a $1 hat only 75c, the rest in the same proportion. Do Not Lose This Opportunity. TAZEWELL MILLINERY CO. BROWN'S RESTAURANT, KELLY BUILDING, Tazewell, - Virginia. E. D. BROWN, Proprietor. Board and Lodging by day, week or month. Meals at all hours at 25c. Table first class. HUMOROUS. ?"And j our wife aimed at and struck your head with the cu,p?" "Yes, sir." "Well, then, all I have to say is that you Khould be very proud of her."?Tit Bits. ?Mother?"Dear me! The baby has pwallowed that bit of worsted." Father?"That's nothing td the yarns she'll have to swallow if she lives to grow up."?Tit-Bits. ?A Eesemblance.?A small boy, after critically surveying the new baby, re? marked to his mother: "He's got no teeth, and no hair. He's grandfather's little brother, ain't he,ma?"?Fun. ?Jones?"How is it that you never play golf, Miss Smith? I thought you had taken lesosns." Miss Smith?"Oh, yes! But I've only so far learned enough for conversational purposes."? Brooklyn Life. ?"A penny saved," said Uncle Eben, "is a penny earned. But dat ain't no 'scuse foh wast in' mo' time tryin' ter dodge er expense ob two bits dan it ud take ter git fo' dollars Toy workin'."? Washington Star. ?"Will you have me for better or for worse?" he asked. "What a foolish question, George," she answered. "How can I tell whether it will be for better or for worse We've just got to take chances. That's all."?Chicago Even? ing Post. ?Too Good.?"John," said the father who had just listened to his son's com? mencement oration, "I hope the man that you axe going to take a position with did not hear you read that piece." "Why not? I thought it was first-rate." "It was fine. I'm afraid if he finds out how much more you know than he does he'll be jealous and won't want you in the same business with him."?Wash? ington Star. Centml ? fiotel, (Near Courthouse Square) TAZEWELL, - VIRGINIA. SURFACE & WHITE, - - Proprietors, Simple :???mac. Small potatoes, not suitable to cook for ordiuary use, should be laid; aside and used for salads. Boil them, and while warm peel and slice thin; chop some parsley and an onion and add to the sliced potatoes; sprinkle with 6alt and pepper and pour over two or three dessertspoonfuls of oil or melted but? ter and moisten the whole with vinegar. Siioed beet and cucumber can be added to the salad before the oil and vinegar are mixed with the potatoes. ? Good Housekeeping. _ ?Most of the business houses in Mex? ico are closed for an hour and a half In the middle of the day. , Livery Stable attached. Good Sample Rooms. Table fare the best. Nice Bed? rooms, etc. Fancy Mantels, Tile Hearths and Facings Artistically Arranged n Complimentary Colors. Perfect satisfaction guaranteed. Write for samples and references. E. C. JONES, I Lock Box io. Graham, Ya, VIRGINIA: In the clerk's office of Tazewell county court, Aug. 5,1S97. Application:?To the clerk of the county court for Tazewell county, Virginia. I, the undersigned C. B. Noel, hereby lile with you this, my application, as pro? vided by Statute, to purchase three (3)cer tain parcels of land in the town of Rich lands, in said county, designated as lots Nos. 31, 32 and 33 in section No. seventeen (17.) on a plat with certificate by theClinch Valley Coal and Iron Co., known as plan "A," filed in the office of the clerk of the county court of said county and being the same lots sold by the treasurer of said county for taxes due thereon for the year 1892, by and in the name of Geo. A. J. Scott and bought at said sale by the audi? tor of public accounts of Virginia for said State and county, and I hereby agree to pay the amounts for which said real estate was sold as aforesaid, together with such additional sums as uiay, or would have ac? crued from taxes and levies with all inter? est, as provided by law, Had 6uch real es? tate not been sold and purchased by the commonwealth. 0. B. Nkkl. Copv filed June 26th,.1S97. Teste: T. E. George, Clerk. A copv. Tests: T. E. Geohgk, Clerk.