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"S'LINA" AND HER BEAU.
BY THOMAS BUliKE. rho't the deacon liked me, jeat a little bit, But, somehow, couldn't bo 'zactly shore uv.lt W 'en wo met he'd sigh—o-eyein' me tUe w'ile— An' rollhiB bigbloo eye an' smile his Sunday smile. I alius turned fire-red w'on be eyed me go, Tho' I, as I've just said, his 'tentions didn't know. At mootin' t'other night, deacon, spruce an' neat, Whisx^urod so perlite, "May I Bhar' your aoatV I think I shuck my head—on this we ain't a greod— For (lien the parson said ."Sister SI'ina'll lead," An' so wo knolt In prayer—we two, side by Bide, An' suthin', I declare, said, "You'll be his bride." Tho cloncon clasped my hand, right there in the Iew, (Blusli FUI' tremble? LaijiJ I What else cud I dew Then ho softly sighed, "S'lina, I confess I feol —or—sane tified a-techin* uv yo.u« dress.". Bakes alivo I but then my heart inst. pverrun, An' I cried, "Amenl Thy iviU, not mine, be done. "Wot a healin' balm I Wot' peace I Wot joy un told! Oh, blessed Abraham, me to thy bosom fold." An' tlion the worldly lot—I. say it. tew their shame— Laffoil 'cause I'd clean furgQt that was the dea con's name. Meot.in' at an cud, tho doacon Baid, "Neow como— I hoiia I don't, erfend—but lot me eoeyou homo." Tremble? BIOBS your heart I ov'RY leetle sound Uado me blush an' start an' quickly look around. W'en wo two passed out, walkin' kinder slow, The boys setup a shout, "S'lina's got abeaul" "Pesky noisy crowd, each with waggin' tongue," The doacon 6aid out loud, "Ye'd oughter all be hung." But I don't keer a cent fur all tlie boys an' girls I am quite content, tho' grayish be my curls. Let 'em liev their say, lerfc 'em wink 80 sly, I named the happy day that voryflight—oh, my 1 —Yankee Blade, A DILEMMA. BT VEL1MA CALDWELL MELVILLE. If ever there was a man in a dilemma, it was my cousin Carlton when he found himself desperately in love with two pretty girls. As I had no brother and he no sister, we had always been the best friends imagiuable, confiding our joys and sor rows to oacti other, and gravely giving •and receiving advice and now,, though I was two years his junior, that I had been married a whole year, I felt very old and quite competent to give sage counsel to such a "mere boy." "In the name of all that's honorable, Sis," (he always called me Sis) "what am I to do he exclaimed tragically one morning as he threw himself down, perfectly at home, in the easiest chair my cony sitting-room contained. "What has happened, now, Carl?" I asked indifferently, for I knew enough of human na ture (man's nature) never' to exhibit undue interest or impatience. "What's happened, now?" he re peated nothing I should hope, for con science sakb! the old state of affairs is bad enough." "Well tell me about it—'the old state of affairs.' What troubles you I said with a slight accession of interest. "Why, Sis, you know as well as I do that I am in love—desperately in love— with both Bessie Dean and Laura Lux ton and what I am ever to do about it I cannot tell. I have tried every way to find oat if I care the least bit more for one thau the other. I stay away from Bessie a whole week.at a time but I canndt forget the dear little thing, with her baby-face and pretty yellow head. I miss her soft, purring ways, and sunny smile in fact I'm lialf-crazv to see her before the week is gone. Then I try staving away from Laura but soon tire of Bessie's sweet pettiness, and hunger for Laura's depth of character and com panionship and find myself watching for a glimpse of her stately figure on the street. Oh, if they were not so different, and yet both so necessary to my happi ness." "A very trying case," I remarked, sympathetically, "and quite excep tional." "I don't know," he said, absently "but- am sure I shall never dare marry either of them, because if I do I shall still love the other and that will be a sin. and could only end in misery for all concerned." Furtively watching the poor fellow I saw that he was actually growing thin and haggard looking. Evidently some thing must be done, besides it was not using the girls fairly, and they were both most worthy and accomplished young ladies. "We talked a long time, and when he went away I had come to a certain con clusion and a plan was fast forming in my mind, but I pretended that I saw no possible escape from the dilemma. ii. It so happened that both my cousin's fair inamoratas were out of town during the next fortnight, and Bessie even longer. About ten days after the conversation related above, a former school-mate came to visit me. When she met me so lovingly, and I noted the tears in her lovely brown eyes as she said: "You were so good to in vite me just now when I am so lonely since mother's death," I felt unspeak ably mean. Her loveliness or happi ness had not once entered my mind when I made my cunning scheme but I did love her dearly, and would be good enough to her now to make amends for the little—to her unknown—decep tion. In my haste, I had not calculated on her wearing black, and not going into society but after all I did not care —in fact I quite lost sight of my plan in the pleasure of having her with me. I did not make known her arriTal to Carlton, but waited for him to just hap pen in as usual. I had not to wait Ion however, for the following morning, we sat examining the blocks of rvv crazy-qt. t, and mentioning the old school-friends suggested by some of the silk scraps, I heard the front door open, and know ing it could not be my husband, was prepared to hear Carlton's familiar rat a-tat-tat at the sitting-room door. "Come," I answered carelessly. "Why? oh, is it you? excuse me. Miss Swift, my cousin, Mr. Westlv. Have a seat, Carlton you did not know Pan fine had come, did you I rattled on after their brief and soi ne •yvliat constrained salutation, "You know she was toy dearest friend at You haive often heard me speak ]of her." If Pauline had dressed to make an impression she could not have made a more effective toilet. A simple Prin cess of some soft black goods set off her straight, graceful figure and threw into perfect relief the pure white of her complexion. There was no color in hei face .save the pretty red lips, and deep fringed brown eyes. She wore neither bangs nor frizzes but the abundant brown hair rippled in natural waves back from the white forehead, and lay in a heavy coil low on her neck. She would not have been Pauline Swift had she looked or dressed like any or.e else. She was one of the few who make a signal success of being a law unto themselves. When Carlton went home I followed him to the outer door. "Isn't she lovely?" I said. "If she hadn't a lover already—or at least I sus pect she has—I would advise you to abandon your complicated love affair, and go in and win." He laughed—a trifle nervously, I thought—and went away. He came often, but he always had, and through him many of the young people called on Pauline. "Why don't you give a party, or some thing, Sis?" he asked one day. "Because Paulie is not in society since her mother's death," I replied. "Oh," he said, but I could not tell whether his tone was one of regret or relief. We four—my husband, Pauline, Carl ton, and myself made a fair quartette, and almost every evening found us prac ticing new songs or singing familiaT ones. Once I mischievously remarked tc Carlton: "You must be trying to forget both your lady-loves at once." He blushed—actually blushed—as he said pettishly: "Well, no need to twit a fellow when he's taking such heroic treatment." I escaped from the room to laugh. My friend came to us in February. Often she spoke of going away after the first month, but I would not hoar of ii until early in May when she received a letter requiring her immediate presence at home. I at once dispatched a note to Carl ton, telling him to be sure and spend the evening with us as Pauline would leave on the morrow. He sent back by the messenger a request that she take a "farewell drive" with him that after noon. When I told her, a most becoming color mounted to her cheeks, but it had often been there of late. They went, and were out a long while. It was growing twilight, in fact, when I heard her come in and go up tc her room. During the evening she looked pale and worried and much to my surprise, Carlton did not come, though several other friends dropped in. Pauline went away in the morning, but my cousin did not call to say good-bye. I asked no questions, feeling miserably uncertain and perplexed about the ultimate success of my cherished "plan" but trusting that Carlton would eventually tell me all. He did not come near for three days, and I began to be actually alarmed when late one evening he burst in in his old unceremonious fashion. I was frigid, for of course his conduct of late had been very exasperating. I did not hold out long though when I saw how cut up he was. The amount of it all was, the experi ment had been a success in that it proved to him that his supposed love for Bessie and Laura was the merest in fatuation, and had vanished, like dew before the sun, in the presence of the real flame enkindled in his heart by my lovely friend. It had proven a failure in that it left him hopelessly in love with the plighted wife of another man. Of Pauline's engagement I had been totally ignorant as she was most reticent on such matters. "It is to bad Carl," I declared, feeling more conscience-stricken than ever. "I wish I had not invited her here till after you were married to one of the girls." "Well I don't wish any such thing," he answered decidedly, bad as it is, it might have been worse." "How ARE these hour glasses? Do they work easily?" "Oh, my, yes. This one is particularly good. It ran through in less than fifty minutes yes terday." A PERFECTLY healthy man is like the United States in one respect. He has a good constitution. WOMAN'S PROGRESS Matters and Thinqs in Which Our Fair Readers Are Interested. NUMEROUS SWEET MORSELS. A Little Humor, a Bit of Nonsense and Some Bro*zy Gossip About Modest Maidens and Giddy Girls. Imperitnvnt Questions. Where do these bare-backed women get their manners? From an honorable ancestry. From educated fathers and womanly mothers? Whence comes this itching for notoriety? Where is the old-time modesty that induced women, our mothers, to veil their faces and shrink from public gaze? Did your mother ever pay a society .reporter $5 to put her name in a paper as an attendant at a swell ball?—Joe Howard, in New York Press. Women Physicians in India, Lady doctors in Indian hospitals re ceive rather higher salaries than men of the same grade, as they have no pen sion or regularly increasing salary prom ised them. A lady doctor must under take to serve five years her passage out is paid her salary is 350 rupees a month, and at the end of five years she receives 800 rupees as passage money. She has one month's holiday during the year on full pay and is not excluded from private practice. Opposing Early Marriages. "We are glad to believe," says the Lahore (India) paper, "that the move ment for social reform in the matter of early marriages as well as of marriage and funeral expenses has really taken root in this province. A numerously attended Hindu meeting has been held at Jullunder for the establishment of a punchayet for the purpose of preventing early marriages. It was only yesterday, too, that we noticed the good work which was being done in Pin Dadan Khan in the matter of marriage and funeral expenditure." Marriages in In dia are contracted at a very tender age and a girl may be a widow at eleven. Had Blunder. Mabel—Mother, I have broken my en gagement with Arthur. No woman could be happy with such a brute. Mother—Horrors! What have you learned? "Last night I asked him to tack the cover on my work-box and he tit his finger with the litftnmer and, mother, he—said—damn." "I see. He danced around the room and swore a blue streak a yard long and kicked the work-box to pieces and called you a jibbering idiot and—" "Why, no he didn't he only said 'damn' and went on tacking." "What? Is that all? Oh! You fool ish child! You have lost an angel."— Philadelphia Record. So Wise! "O, mamma!" she said, with a burst of girlish confidence, "what do you think Mr. Iddyot proposed last night!" "Ah, did he, my dear? And what did my little girl say "Oh, I told him that an engagement was too solemn and sacred a thing to me to be entered into without serious and prayful consideration, and that I would give him my answer in a week. And now, mamma mine, we must go right to work and find out if he really and truly has $15,000 a year and a cottage at Bar Harbor." "You dear, wise little girl," cried the fond mother, folding her child to her bosom, and weeping softly over her.— Puck. Miss Daisy Garland. Of all debutantes this year, says a Washington correspondent, the most in teresting to me is Miss Daisy Garland, the daughter of the late attorney gen eral. Sensible as well as pretty, she is so attractive that she would be a belle in any ball-room. Yet she is never seen at balls, or indeed at any other evening entertainments. She goes to breakfasts, luncheons, and teas. She calls and re ceives in the afternoon, but when night falls she retires from public view, not, to reappear until the next morn. Her wise father and her even wiser grand mother believe that her health is more important than any social success could possibly be. So she goes to bed every evening about the time when her com panions of the day are beginning the second round.—New York Home Jour nal. A. QueaVs Gowns* Mrs. Lucy Hooper writes from Paris: —I had the pleasure of inspecting yes terday some of the toilets ordered by Queen Pia, of Pertugal, of M. Worth. Some of them, comprising the traveling dresses and the walking and driving costumes, had already been sent off, but the more elaborate and magnificent toilets had just been completed. One of these was, perhaps, tlie most remark able and original dress that I have ever known to be sent forth from that atelier of marvels. It is a ball toilet, uniting in its composition a representation of three metals—copper, silver, and gold. The skirt front and train were in satin of tl9 precise hue of highly burnished copper. The. train is plain and full and cut square at the end. The skirt front is embroidered tip the oenter and around the seams with minute copper-colored beads, the work being in a slender, deli cate pattern. The side widths part to show underneath folds of pale silver gray satin, worked with silver beads, underneath which are set inner folds of gold-vellow satin embroidered with gold. The blendings of color and of the bril liancy of the various metals in this re markable dress are at once artistic and effective. Another splendid ball dress had the skirt in white velvet stamped with large branches of tulips in. cloth of gold, the side breaths lined with old gold satin parting over a straight flat breadth of the velvet in front. Over this under' skirt falls the long train in absinthe green French laille, with narrow panier draperies at the sides. Another ex quisite dress had the front and sides of the skirt in silver net, closely and ela borately embroidered all over with a pattern of vines and, leaves in silver thread, the while lined with crevette pink satin and drawn in full folds at the left side at the waist. The train is in brocade in anew and beautiful shade of bluish pink. Then there is a charming toilet in black net, dotted all over with Bnmll arabesque figures in gold thread. Abasement of the same embroidery, but much closer and more elaborate, half a yard in depth, encircles the skirt. The anderdress is in pale pink satin. Rich and Youthful. The 200 rich bachelors of Gotham are more than offset by the 282 mar riageable maidens who are worth all the way from $100,000 to $15,000,000, the aggregate wealth being $130,000,000, an average of nearly $450,000. Miss Nellie Gould, the elder daugh ter of Jay Gould, has something more than $15,000,000. She is just 20 and rather pretty. She is a church member and eschews society. She goes to the opera, however, and is a fine swimmer. Miss Julia Bliinelander is also accred ited with $15,000,000. She is an orphan, is a rigid church member, and has re jected more than 300 offers. Miss Clara Huntington, daughter of Collis P. Huntington, the railroad man, is only 22 and possesses $10,000,000. She is accomplished, and acts as house keeper for her father. The Misses Armour, daughters of Her man O. Armour, of the great beef pack ing firm, have $5,000,000 apiece, and are likely to have a great deal more. Rockefeller, the Standard Oil king, has two daughters, each possessing $5,000, 000. They teach mission schools. Miss Amy Lathrop, a niece of ex-Governor Stanford, of California, has $5,000,000, and will probably inherit $20,000,000 more when her uncle dies. She is only 20 years old. Miss Alice Corbin is a tri-million airess. She is the daughter of Austin Corbin and 20 years old. Miss Mary Callender is an orphan ol 25 years, with $20,000,000. Miss Davis, a daughter of John W. Davis, has $2, 000,000. Miss Clementina Furnis has $2,000,000 her sister Sophia, has the same amount. Miss Evelyn Van Weri inherited $2,000,000 from her grandfa ther, the late Marshall O. Roberts she is 20 years old. Miss Daisy Stevens, the oldest daughter of Frederick Stevens, is another young beauty with $2,000,000. Miss Grace Wilson, the youngest daughter of Richard T. Wil son, is just 17, and is worth $1,000,000. —Chicago Globe. WON'T DO TO FOOL WITH ME It. Backwoods school-teacher in Tennes see (to girl)—Why were you away from school during the past two weeks Girl—Because I thought that I was goin' ter git married. Teacher—But the marriage didn't take place, did it? Gir—No, sir. Teacher—Did the young man fail to appear at the appointed time? Girl—Oh, he woulder been thar all right ef it liadn'ter been fur mur. Teacher—What did she do? Girl—Wall, she tuck a dislike ter Dave—that's the name uv the feller. Teacher—Isn't he a man of good hab its? Girl—Wall, he gits drunk sometimes an' fights aright smart, but that didn't make no difference ter mur. It wuz thiser way: We wuz to be married on a Friday. Wall, Thursday evenin' Dave he come over. Mur was a-b'ilin' soap out in the yard. She had commenced stirrin' it ter the right, an' had got it ter b'ilin' all right, but Dave he tuck up the stick an stirred it to the left, and mur she snatched the stick outen his hand an' knocked him down, an' then driv him off'n the place. Oh, it won't do tei fool with mur when she's makin' u* soap."—Arkansaw Traveler. THE FARMER AND 1MB BEE. The farmer who picked up a Bee foi Inspection was Stung in return, and in his Rage he exclaimed: "Base Ingrate! but haven't I provided you with a warm Hive and Pleuty ta Eat! Is this the way you return my Kindness?" "Sorry to have hurt your feelings," replied the Insect, "but just remembei that a Bee without a Stinger makes no Honey." Moral —A Friend who would not Re sent an li\sult ran Injustice woei sot be 'fortLy of the name.—Detroit Fret Pi,'ess. JL LITTLE OF EVEHYTlllXG' THE latest nickel-in -the-slot. device perfumes one's handkerchief. THE electric lighting of the Hoosac Tunnel has been a pronounced succeSs. FIFTEEN boys in the Pittsburgh Cook ing School have taken prizes for effi ciency in cooking. On the Kennebec River 5,000 men and 1,200 horses were employed in stor ing ice during last winter. AN inmate of the penitentiary at Sa lem, Ore., recently cut off his hand in order to get a spell of idleness. AN observer expresses the belief that there is no spot anywhere on earth where men age more quickly than in Arizona., MORE oranges, lemons, bananas, figs, and raisins are consumed in the United States than in any other country in the world. THE number of men's linen collars made in this country every year is 4, 000,000. About one collar to every eight men. THERE are about 70,000 lace-makers in Normandy, and in all France there are nearly 200,000 women engaged this industry. IN China people in easy circumstances buy their coffins long before they need them, and exhibit them as ornamental pieces of furniture. A NOVELTY in a timepiece is a silver dog. The clock is set in his side, a red tongue wags in his open mouth, and his tail ticks off the seconds. AN "inch of rain" means a gallon of water spread over a surface of nearly two square feet, or a fall of about 100 tons on an acre of ground. THERE are 132 young lady students at Cornell, and the 1,644 young gentlemen have to hump themselves to gather in any of the honors of the institution. THREAD from the fiber of the nettle is now spun so fine that sixty miles of it weigh only two and a half-pounds. The same fiber has for some time been used in Europe in the manufacture of ropes. A NORWEGIAN engineer locates leaks in a ship while in dry-dock by filling the vessel with smoke. The leaks are soon shown by an escape of smoke, the pro cess requiring only thirty or forty min utes. THE oldest ladies in Nantucket are exceedingly spry, if one may believe the report that at a recent evening gathering on the island one of them, aged 92, played the piano accompaniment, while another, aged 85, danced. SELF-MADE MUX OF NORWAY. I do not believe there is another peas antry for whom progress is easier. It is, at any rate, certain that no other country possesses so many men in of ficial positions—doctors, clergymen, en gineers, teachers, merchants—who are peasant-born, often even from the tenant and working classes and that no other country has so many eminent poets, artists, men of science, and statesmen who have also risen from the peasantry. I do not think I can better illustrate my assertion than by mentioning a few who yesterday were peasants and who to-day are leading men in tlie country. These men are in every point abreast ol the age, whether they have received their education at school and university, or whether they, as self-made men, have traveled afar more thorny path to knowledge and position in life than the ordinary one. Norway is not the only country where the clergy are recruited so largely from the ranks of the peasantry. But I ought to explain that in Norway no one can be ordained before he has taken his de grees at the university like other officials, and no one can be appointed to a bish opric unless he has taken degrees with honors. It is therefore all the more re markable that several of our bishops have been peasants. Of these I will mention Bishop Jorgan Moe, also well known as a hymn-writer and of clergy man, Landstad, who likewise is a hymn writer. Skrevsrud is one of the great est missionaries of our time in conjunc tion with a Danish friend he has con verted the Santals, .one of the aboriginal races of India. He is a linguistic genius not only has he formed a grammar of the language of this ancient people, lut he himself speaks twelve languages. Ivar Aasen is our greatest linguist, and as such widely known he was also a peasant. inje is a great lyrical poet many of his songs have been set to music by our celebrated composer Ed vard Grieg. Arne Garborg is one of our rising authors, and a witty con troversialist, also peasant-born. Skreds vig, whose name as a painter is known far beyond the borders of Norwav, is the son of a workingman. The father of the Norwegian school of painting, Dahl, was a peasant boy from the west coast. A number of our best painters and nearly all our sculptors are of the peasantry. Ttjomstjeme Bjornton, •in Harper's Magazine. IMPROVING THE OCCASION. "Journalism is the grave ofreuius said the sporting reporter, as he tossed off his tenth bumper of brandy warm, and tried to light his cigar with his watch-key. The adjoining cemetery came in handy for burying him, and the the parson preached a funeral sermon over his remains. "At all events," he said, "it was not a watery grave in tlr melancholy case before them. It would have been money in his pocket." he added, "if it had been." ROMANCE IN OIL. An Income of rive Dallam a a Mlnuto Dirt Not Last, ""M The death of Mrs. James Cray, at this place, recalls an inter ing reminiscence of the oil region a Franklin, Penn., special to the Pi,rf' delnliia Record. The McCravs own a small farm on top of Oil Creek lHli near Petroleum Center, Venan conntv, for which they paid -In October, 1870, Reefer & "VVatsn struck a flowing well on lands adjoi ing it, and McCray's farm was at onl in the market as oil property, jr leased the farm in small lots at' Si an acre bonus and half the oil. j'n short time the farm was produci/ 2,700 barrels, of oil a day, and oil that time was worth $5 a barrel. u, Cray's share of this production jtav» him an income of $5 a minute, night and tlay. He was offered $500,000 fot farm but wonld not accept it. jj di! not sell his oil as fast as produce/ bu. built iron tanks and stored it for still higher price. He was offered an other $500,000 cash for his 150,000 liar re he had in tanks, but wanted'an even 95 a banvl. The market soou afterward dropped much below this figure, and a large part of McCray's oil was destroyed by lightning. Some ojjjjrleaked and ran into the creek, and Resold what wars left for $1 a barrel McCrav has been the victim .of many sharpers, but he has still enough of his bonanza fortune left to live at his ease. He is now an old man, and the death of his wife leaves him alone. A Mud Revel of Puns. Knights of the niglit-stick—morning newspaper compositors. "Dyed while on duty"—moustaches. "In disgrace"—d. "Caught in the act"—stage villains. "Suspended"—trousers. "To be re-tired"—worn out wheels. "A good rounds-man" Jolm l! Sullivan. "Police protection"—overcoats. "Collared"—pet dogs. Is it true that Inspector Byrnes men? No policy is the best policy. Bunco-steerers make poor pilots. A drink on the sly means goin» awry(e). Why is a stage prompter like a po liceman V—Because he's a guardian of piece. "Serious charges"—a mad bull's. "A noted crook"—the elbow. Played out—serenade music. Hard to work—a lazy person. Local toughs—boarding spring chickens. house Bargains—-till profits. Always on tap—leather. Even the most successful newspapers are subject to ad-verses. Why is grammar a pious study Be cause it mainly depends upon the parsin'. "Whereas," wrote the jury, "de ceased was run over by an omnibus, therefore, be it "Resolved, that death resulted from the fact that the deceased was stage struck." Better Than Oklahoma. 1200 acresjof the choicest land in the San Luis Valley, in Southern Colorado, all under fence, water-rights secured and ditches ready for use. It will be sold as a whole or in quantities to suit the purchaser. It is the finest land in the valley, and is adapted to either farming or stock-raising. For price, terms, etc.. address HENRY A. MUTTERS, Alamosa, Colorado. THE dog that makes the most noise never bites. Sorry we can't say so mnch for the mosquito. This may not be seasonable, but it is nevertheless true.— Yonkers Statesman. A Sore Throat or Cough it suffered to progress, often results in an incurable throat or lung throuble. "Brown's Bron chial Troches" give instant relief. "Is THERE anything that will keep out drafts?" asks a correspondent. There may be, but we have no desire to use it. Let the drafts come in.—Burlington Free Press. THE BEST AND CHEAPEST COUGH OR CROUP REMEDY. ALLEN'S [UHG BALSAM. Try a 25 Cent Bottle. Strictly Pure, it contains no Opium in any form. ui ui Among the belt remedies Allen'9 linns Balaam •tanas pre-emi nent. The drug gists speak of it In the highest terms, as giving entire satiafac tion wherever it is used. Croup. Tils 'disease is can sod bv the formatioa of a false mem- orarie lining the windpipe, and obstructing tbs pa. sage of the air, and is known by the shrill, croap-sounding cough and rattling In tin throat. This membrane must be moved by ex pectoration. Take a double doae of Alien ^""8 Balsam every ten or fifteen minutes, which will reduce it after taking a few doseB. Ine Balsam will and has saved the lives of thousands of children attacked with Croup, whore it has been taken in season. Price 25c, 50c and 91 Bottle. AS AN EXPECTORANT IT HAS NO EQUAL. It Is Harmless to the Most Delicate Child. SOLD BY ALL MEDICINE DEALSBS In 13831 contracted Blood PoiNS of bad tpe, and was treated witb murcury, potash and sarsapariltt mixturot.growing worse all the time. 1 took 7 small bottles S. S. S. whici cored mo entirely, and no sign or the dreadful discaso has returned. J. C. NANCE, Jan. 10, *89. feobbyvillc, Ind. Sly little niece had white swelling to such an cxteqt that aha was con fined to the bed for along tm More than 80 pieces of bone cans out of her leg and the doctors sail amputation was the only remedy, to aavo her life. I refused the operation and put her on S.S.8. and she is n»» up and active and In as good heaitu «s any child. Hub AMHIK GH^IWO. Feb. 11, '89. Columbus, Ga. Boole on Blood Diseases sent free. Swtr* Sracsrio Co. 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