6
ALL THE GOOD WE CAN.
If the sunshine never crept
Into hovels dark and sad.
If its glories never shone
Save where everything was glad.
If It scattered not Its beams
Over hearts by sorrow chilled.
Would the sunshine do His will?
Would its mission be fullilled?
If the rosea never bloomed
Save for gladsome eyes alone,
If their beauty and their grace
For the weary never shone,
If they never brought a smile
To the wayside passer-by,
Would the roses do their task
While the hours of summer flyT
If the birdies sang their songs
Far from every listening ear.
If they poured t'hem not abroad
All the earth to glad and cheer.
Would the birdies' work be done
Ere the autumn breezes call?
Ere the gold and crimson leaves
O'er the grave of summer fall?
If the sunshine of our smiles
We have scattered not afar.
If our roses—kindly deeds—
Bloom not where the lowly are.
If our words of hope and joy
Never fall to bless and cheer,
Have we done our Maker's will?
Have we wrought our mission here?
—George Cooper, in Golden X>ays.
I A CLEW BY WIRE |
is Or, An Interrupted Current. S:
= BY HOWARD M. YOST. ?
Jg Copyright, 1896, by J. B. Lippincott Co. §£
CITAPTER IV.—CONTINUED.
The president was writing when I
entered, but he laid aside his pen when
he saw me.
"Take a seat, Conway," he said.
I did as requested. My heart was
heavy before, but it was heavier when
I noticed the troubled look on his face.
"Mr. Perry, have you read the pa
pers?" I asked.
The president nodded assent.
"How is it that such a general im
pression has gone abroad that I had
something to do with the affair? Who
has started such a rumor?"
"I do not know, Conway, unless the
police have given public expression to
their opinion."
"The police. And what is their opin
ion? Was it not shown beyond any
doubt that I was miles away from the
vault at the time that the robbery must
must have been committed ? I say noth
ing about my own assertions. But how
can anyone doubt the word of a man
of Mr. Morley's standing?"
"Well, Conway, no one doss doubt
that you told the truth in that. But—"
Mr. Perry seemed loath to proceed.
"But what, sir?" I demanded, after
a pause.
"The detectives' theory is that you
had accomplices, who, from directions
given by you, were able to carry out a
prearranged plan."
I answered with a scornful laugh.
"Accomplices! Who are they?" I
asked.
"Well, I suppose they are looking for
them," Mr. Perry said, with a half
smile.
"I hope they'll enjoy the search," I
said, sarcastically. "Oh, Mr. Perry, why
is this thing brought upon me? Why
am I so universally suspected, when
nothing can be shown against me? If
there is enough cause to attribute the
robbery to me, why am I not arrested ?"
"We had hoped to keep the affair a se
cret, for a time at least. Therefore
Borne few of the trustees thought it
best not to make it public, as having
jou arrested would have done. We were
ell pledged to secrecy, but somehow the
affair got abroad. I suppose you did
not mention it?"
"No, indeed. I have not spoken to a
Eoul on the subject," I replied. "Aft-.
Perry," I cried, impulsively, "you do not
believe I am guilty, do you?"
"I do not wish to believe so," he re
plied, guardedly.
"Oh, think, sir, what this terrible af
fair means to me! It is a fearful bur
den for a young fellow to bear who is
wholly innocent."
"It is, indeod. But, you see, it is this
way. The bank is a public institution,
and I, as its head, dare not let my per
sonal feelings interfere with my duty
to the public. Personally, it does not
seem possible that you could have any
connection with the loss of the people's
money—"
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Perry! I knew
you could not think—"
He cut me short. '"Officially, I must
hold you in doubt, so much so at least
that I cannot give you back your po
sition."
"And did you suppose I expected to
remain ?" I asked, indignantly. "I could
not. I want to hold no position where
absolute and perfect confidence is not
felt in me. You can consider this as my
resignation, sir," I added.
"I am glad you look upon it in that
light. It is manly, sir," said Mr. Perry.
'And, Nelson, not even the restoration
)f the missing funds would give me as
great pleasure as the establishment of
/our innocence."
"Never fear, sir, my innocence will
soon be proved. It cannot be otherwise,
for I am innocent," I said, confidently.
"I have a small estate which came to
me from my grandfather," I continued.
"Every cent shall be expended, if nec
essary, for the purpose of proving my
Innocence."
"You can do as you see fit about that,"
the president said, after a long pause,
during which he seemed to be ponder
ing over my words. "But if you wish
for my advice, I would say, do nothing
whatever on your own hook. Nelson,"
he continued, coming close up to me and
speaking low, "secret measures have al
jready been begun to solve the mystery,
and they will be thorough and far-
S reaching. This is wholly independent
'of any investigations the police au
thorities may undertake. You see, my
'boy, that I do trust and believe in you,
after all. What I have told you Is in
IBtrict confidence. Live as quietly and
(patiently as possible under the cloud.
Take a trip to Europe, and enjoy your
self."
"No, I'll stay and face the music. I
am not afraid of any investigations
which may be made into my life."
"Well, good-by now. I must not allow
you to take up any more of my time. 1
beg of you to follow my advice, and un
dertake no search on your own hook.
In spite of discouragement, heartache,
or long delay, do nothing yourself."
lie shook my hand heartily, and I left
him.
As I was going out the door leading
into the lobby, 1 ran against a man just
coming in. He WAS an old fellow, small
and thin, and had piercing steel-blue
eyes. He rebounded a trifle from the
collision, then gazed at me sharply.
"I beg your pardon," I said. "1 hope
I did not hurt you?"
"No. Not much, at any rate. I want
to see the president. Are you the presi
dent?" he asked.
There seemed to me to be something
insolent about his question, as though
lie knew I was not the president and he
had asked but to mock me.
"You will find the president in his of
fice," I replied, curtly. "As for me, I
am a bank robber."
There was the suspicion of a twinkle
came in his eyes as he said: "Indeed!
Well, you don't look it."
The old fellow then entered the of
fice, and I went outside to the street.
A few days went by, and, although
nothing was found to sustain the theory
of the detectives, that fact did not lessen
the general suspicion which rested upon
me.
Indeed, it was a ease of surprise to me
that I was not arrested. It would have
been an easy matter, for I had no
thought of hiding. The most public
streets during the daytime, and a con
cert or the theater at night, were fre
quented by me. I held my head erect,
as I had a right to do; but it was with a
heavy heart and a chastened spirit that
I realized that people shunned me.
Houses where I had been on most friend
ly terms were closed against me.
I was tempted many times to seek
consolation and encouragement in the
presence of Florence Morley, but it did
not seem right nor kind to burden her
bright life with my troubles, even
should she consent to see me, of which
I was doubtful under the changed cir
cumstances. Perhaps it was this fear
which kept me away, as much as any
other idea.
About a week after the robbery a let
ter came to my boarding-place:
"Mr. Nelson Conway—Dear Sir: Tf con
venient, kindly favor me with an oppor
tunity for conversation this evening at
eight. I remain In town over night, and you
will find me at my city residence.
"SYLVESTER MORLEY."
Wondering what he could wish to say
to me, I repaired to his house at the
time mentioned.
Mr. Morley received me in the library,
and arose from his chair as I entered.
"Good evening, Mr. Conway," he
gravely said, bowing his head. "Please
be seated."
After I had chosen a chair on the op
posite side of the room, and he had re
sumed his seat, he began, somewhat re
luctantly, but in his stately, courteous
way:
"Our conversation may prove unsat
isfactory to you. If so, I beg your par
don in advance. Of course you are
aware that the public in general con
nects your name with that daring and
mysterious affair at the bank."
"I know very well, sir, that it is so,"
I replied, sadly.
"Now, I do not mind saying that I do
not necessarily condemn a man because
he is suspected," Mr. Morley continued.
"In a case like yours the general pub
lic's opinion does not influence my opin
ion. At the same time, the general
public is not to be blamed so much,
after all. The people form their opin
ions from the newspapers, and I am
sorry to note that the papers do not
seem friendly toward you."
"That is true, sir," I answered. "And
I cannot imagine why they should take
that stand, when nothing, absolutely
nothing, can be found to criminate me."
"I can furnish no idea why it is so;
I simply state a fact. As I intimated, it
is not my custom to condemn a man
before he has been found guilty. But,
whatever my private opinion may be, in
this case you must understand that the
suspicion which has fallen upon you
will necessarily preclude a continua
tion of the friendly relations which have
existed between you and—and my
household."
"Oh, sir, you cannot believe in your
heart that I had anything to do with
the bank's loss!" I exclaimed, bitterly,
for, kindly as was his manner, the
words he spoke seemed to strike a knell
to my fondest hopes.
"I have already said all I care to say
on that score," Mr. Morley replied,
rather coldly.
"And—and your daughter, sir," I
weut on, with trembling voice; "she
does not share the general suspicion!"
A smile flitted across his face for a
moment. Then he became grave again,
and regarded me earnestly. lie did not
reply for some time; he seemed to be
considering his answer.
"My daughter is rather indignant;
she thinks that you are unjustly
treated," he finally said.
I could not restrain myself on hear
ing this. I sprang from my seat and
approached him.
"Mr. Morley, you do not know what
it means to me to hear this. You cannot
imagine how your daughter's opinion
fills me with hope. May I ask you, sir,
to express to her my deepest gratitude
for her faith in my innocence? As God
hears me, her faith is not misplaced."
There was no controlling my voice; it
trembled in spite of my efforts to be
calm. Dear, true-hearted girl!
"I will convey to her your message,"
said Mr. Morley. "She has informed me
of the sentiment you entertain for her.
But, Mr. Conway, I believe you are a
young man of sense and honor. You
must therefore realize the position you
would place her in by insisting on the
continuation of a friendship which, out
of kindness and gentleness of disposi
tion, she would probably not refuse you.
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 24, 1898.
It would be unjust to her, embarrassing
to you, and wholly contrary to my
wishes."
"I fully appreciate the meaning of
your words, Mr. Morley. Believe me, I
regard your daughter too highly to
intrude upon her notice, under existing
circumstances. It is no sentiment I
entertain for her; it is love, sir, deeper,
truer, fonder than mere sentiment.
This love has become the ruling motive
of my life, and will always remain so.
But I promise you 1 will hold no com
munication with your daughter until
it is shown before the world that I am
innocent. I confess, to follow this
course will be the greatest sacrifice of
my life. I have no parents, no near re
lations to whom I can go for love and
sympathy. It means something, there
fore, for me to promise you this."
Mr. Morley arose from his chair.
There was a kindly gleam in his eyes,
and an expression on his face of—sad
ness, was it? At any rate, there was
undoubtedly a touch of sorrow in his
voice when he spoke again. It seemed
somewhat strange to me at the time.
He had obtained the promise he wished,
but it did not seem to give him the pleas
ure I naturally expected it would.
lie extended his hand. "Mr. Conway,
you are a man of honor," he said. "I
deem it a favor to shake hands with
you. I sincerely hope your innocence
may be established. But," he hesi
tated here, "do not be over-sanguine.
Robberies have occurred before which
have ever remained mysteries. I must
confess, although I am one of the
trustees and am therefore an interested
party, I am not so sure the perpetrators
of this last robbery will ever be dis
covered. There seems to be not the
slightest clew to work on.l do not
say this to cause j-ou pain, but simply
to warn you against entertaining hopes
which may never be realized."
CHAPTER V.
On the first evening of my occupancy
of the old homestead I recalled Mr.
Morley's words and thought with sor
row how much superior his judgment
had been to mine.
A year had gone by, a year of heart
ache, disappointment and unfulfilled
longing, and the cloud had not been
lifted from my life. And, oh, I was so
homesick for just a glimpse of my dear
love's face.
A few days after my interview with
Mr. Morley I had received a note from
Florence:
"Dear Mr. Conway: Fattier has Informed
me of your resolve not to call on me or at
tempt to keep up the friendship which made
me so happy, until you are freed from all
suspicion. I appreciate the manliness
which prompts you to such a resolve, and
I wish to assure you from the bottom of my
heart that I respect and trust you. I know
you are Innocent, and shall always believe
so. Keep up a brave spirit. The mystery
will be explained and you exonerated. Re
member, I believe in you wholly, and shall
always remain, Your true friend,
"FLORENCE MORLEY."
I took the worn note from the locket
which I wore around my neck and
Pf"'
*' Speak out, I say. or I'll tire I"
pressed it to my lips, as I had done
many times since its receipt, and I won
dered if her heart was still true to the
sentiment expressed in it.
The harvest moon was resplendent
and the white beams came into the win
dow where I sat in my night, robe, flood
ing my white drapery with light. There
were no rounds of human life; the
world seemed left wholly to the crick
ets and katydids. With a sigh from
the depths of my lonely heart I re
placed the note in its receptacle and
arose.
Turning from the window, I saw
right opposite me, on the other side
of the room, a tall white figure. What
was it? There it stood, while I gazed
spellbound, motionless, mysterious. In
a lightning flash of thought Sarah's
forebodings came to me.
Then I grasped my pistol, which was
lying on the table beside me.
"Now, then, if this is a practical joke,
intended simply to frighten me, let
it stop," I said. It was with some dif
ficulty, I eon.#ss, that my voice was
kept steady.
"Whoever you are, speak and ex
plain, or I'll see if you have substance
enough to stop a bullet!"
I paused for a reply, but none came.
"Speak out, I say, or, as sure as there
is a God in Heaven, I'll fire!" I called
again, and again received no reply.
The white thing remained there. In
spite of my threats. After another
pause, during which the cold chills
chased up and down my spine, I raised
my arm. took deliberate ata and fired.
A rattle of breaking glass followed
the report of the pistol, and a dark
Spot appeared in the center of the
white figure. The flash of the pistol
had been reflected back, and in an in
stant I realized the truth.
With a scornful laugh and a con
demnatory exclamation at my foolish
ness, I placed the pistol on the table
and got into bed.
Then a slight scuffling noise, seem
ing to come from beneath, reached my
ear, and I said, aloud, and with a laugh:
"I've stirred up the rats, nt any rate.
Hello, what's that?" I exclaimed, as a
deep, nn><ffled sound, accompanied by a
slight jar, immediately followed. It
was as though a heavy door in some
distant part of the house had slammed.
I'or quite a time I sat up in bed and
listened, but no more unusual sounds
followed.
Mrs. Snyder's words concerning mys
terious happenings in my house and
Sarah's unreasonable fears for my safe
ty, followed by the two events just men
tioned. did have an effect upon me, al
though the first event was due wholly
to an ordinary cause, and the second,
the apparent sound of a slamming door,
might be, and probably was, just what
it seemed. A gentle night breeze had
arisen, and some of the windows in the
upper part of the house might have
been left open, thereby producing
a draught and causing an intervening
door to swing shut. True, the sound
seemed to come from beneath me. But
then that was probably imagination.
In the silence of night a sudden noise
is rather difficult to locate. How often
the most common events, under un
familiar circumstances, become inex
plicable mysteries!
I am not of a superstitious make-up.
and therefore Sarah's vague fears did
not produce in me a feeling of fright;
but there was a watchfulness about my
senses as though there were "funny
things," to use Sarah's term, about the
house, which would become apparent
indue time.
Nestling my head down on the pil
low, redolent with the grateful health
giving aroma of spruce, 1 ciosed my
eyes.
Sleep did not come as quickly as I had
boasted to my old nurse it would, and
it was some time before my conscious
ness began to wander into the domain
of vague fancies and indistinct ideas
which characterize the period between
waking and sleeping.
Then, almost before my eyes eould
open, I suddenly sat up in bed and
listened with hearing sharpened by the
sense of expectancy which had come
over me.
Out through the silence of my room
there came stealing the sound of a voice
—but such a voice! Not possessed by
any human being, surely! Pitched on
a high, quavering tone, and jet so soft
and small; so faint, as though borne
from a great distance; so plain, as
though right at my bedside; bearing no
semblance to human tones, but never
theless undoubtedly a voice; for after
a time I could distinguish a word now
and then.
If there were in the world weird, mis
shapen little folks like fairies and
gnomes, and we could hear their con
versation, I imagine their voices would
sound like this one to which now 1 was
listening.
There was no wonder Mrs. Snyder
had been impressed by it, if this were
the voice she had heard.
Strange indeed, and unnatural, as
though not of this world, it seemed to
me. A creeping sensation came over
me, not exactly like that produced by
fear; there was more of awe, of sol
emnity, about it.
ITO BE CONTINUED.]
A NOVEL LADDER.
It Was Lengthened by a Heroic M«»'l
Form.
A ladder is made to be walked on, but
a human ladder is a novelty, and some
times a grand novelty. Such a ladder
came into requisition in New York not
very long ago. But after all, though
the act was novel, the actor was but one
in the long line of men and women who,
in life's emergencies, are alwaj's on
hand toexhibitthat spirit of courageous
self-forgetfulness which makes the
looker-on feel that there is something
grand left in humanity yet.
It was but the old story of a tene
ment house on fire, and a small crowd
of frightened escaping tenants. They
came down the fire escapes in desperate
haste, before the firemen arrived upon
the scene. But between the last rung
of the ladder and the ground was a drop
of ten feet.
The light, flimsy ladder swayed be
neath the weight of the most venture
some tenant, who stood irresolute,
frightened to take the big drop, and un
able to return, for above was an ever
increasing weight of human beings
pressing downward. It was a moment
of peril and it threatened to be one of
catastrophe. But just then the janitor
stepped forward, self-possessed and
self-forgetful. Standing on the stoop
he reached up and found that his arms
could just grasp the end of the shaky
ladder.
"Climb over me," he cried, and stood
his ground, holding onto the flimsy
ladder, while men, women and children
scrambled over him to a place of safety.
By means of that human ladder they
all reached the ground.—Youth's Com
panion.
He Didn't Care.
When Admiral de Horsey, at Port
Royal, was one night returning to his
flagshi,p alone his way to the boat led
across the barrack square. A black
sentry, one of the West India regiments,
halted him at the gate with: "Who goes
dar?" Great was the admiral's annoy
ance to find that he had neglected to get
the password. "That's all right," he
{■aid, carelessly, hoping to overcome
the man's scruples of indifference, "you
know who I am." "Dunno know no
body, sar," replied the negro, pompous
ly; "you can't go in dar." "Why, I'm
Admiral de Horseyl'* "Well, you can't
go in,"was the reply. "I don't care if
you's Admiral de Donkey, I don't." —
Household Words.
A l*lxi lim Direction.
Canon Knox-Little told a good story
once at a church congress. He said he
remembered a lych-gate in front of a
beautiful church, which had been re
stored and made very nice. There was
painted over the door: "This is the
Gate of Heaven," and underneath was
the large notice: "Go round the other
way."—Household Words.
Charged for It.
"And did the doctor give you any
hope?"
"Well, I'd hardly call it giving."—Chi
cago Journal.
HE BROUGHT IT FROM THE
WORLD'S FAIR.
And kept it two years.
How he lost it at last.
The f*reat World's Fair, at Chicago, in
while it gave pleasure to many, gave
pain to not a few as an indirect result of
their visit to tile White City. People were
lured along the miles of wonderful exhib
its by the new marvels that met the gaze
•t every step, and did not realize their
exhaustion until they dropped into a
<hair in some breezy corner by the lake,
nid "cooled off." That's what began the
t'ouble, in many cases. Of one such case,
Vrs. 1.. W. Stevens, Fort Fairfield, Me.,
w rites:
"My husband took a severe cold and
ccugh two years ago last October—time of
tii i World's Fair, which we attended. This
coitjh lasted over two years, was accom
panied by spitting of blood, and nothing
covdd be found to help him, although vari
ous remedies were tried. Several doctors
we e consulted, but their prescriptions
afforded no relief. Finally, I saw an ad
vertisement of Dr. Ayer's Cherry Pectoral
in iny paper and prevailed upon my hus
band to get a bottle and try it. The very
first dose helped him ana he was com
pletely cured in a short time. We feel
A GRAVEYARD COLLOQUY.
Detvrc»n Two Illai'k Men on a Dark
NlEhi.
At rare intervals the moon peeped
through the billows of a sea of fleecy
clouds and cast sickly beams across the
path of a form which was walking slowly
and steadily in a country graveyard. The
figure stole furtive glances about him as
he crept to the grave of a man who had
died on the gallows on Friday, .lust as the
clock was tolling the midnight hour the
form fell prostrate on the grave, littering
not a sound. Almost in an instant the
figure arose. Taking a knife from his
poek<<t, he made a single, rapid cut. and
turned to leave the place. A moonbeam
revealed a look of ghoulish glee on his
countenance.
"Hal'!"
The l.gure stopped.
"Who goes there?"
".list a poah niggah."
The figures met and the lantern's flash
discloses the identity of the men.
"Sam Johnsing!"
"Hiram Jackson!"
"Whatcher doin' lieah, Iliram Jackson?
Lookin 'fo' ghostes?"
"Naw. What vo* doin' heah yo'se'f?"
"Come after dis rabbit's lef' hin' foot.
Kotched him at 12 o'clock on a dahk night,
on de grave oh a man hung on Friday.
G'way, niggah! Wouldn't take a thousand
dollahs fo' it. Yo' niggahs won't be in it
wid me at cake-walks an' shootin' craps."
—Louisville Courier-Journal.
DISCOUNTS AND PROFITS.
Bicycle agents have learned by ex
perience that large discounts do not
necessarily mean large profits. Large
discounts are only obtainable by a
sacrifice of quality of material, of care
in manufacture, of rigid inspection, of
thoroughness in finish, and of the nu
merous other items that go toward es
tablishing the enviable reputation of
a reputable bicycle. It is a well-known
fact, for Instance, that the discounts on
Columbia bicycles are the smallest of
any in the trade. The agent knows,
however, that in this case he is buying
his goods at the very lowest market
price, but is willing to accept a smaller
discount on the Columbia because he
immediately discovers that thequantity
of his sales is greater than can be ef
fected by handling other makes, and
he has the additional guarantee that
not only can no one undersell him, but
that it is equally impossible for any
other dealer to obtain Columbia bi
cycles at lower prices than he himself
pays. That the agency for such a bi
cycle is sought after is easy to appre
ciate, and in the same connection the
reason is not far to seek why Columbia
agents are sought a,fter by other man
ufacturers who desire to follow the
path of success, but while the subject
of discounts is of vital interest to the
agent, the quality of the discount is of
much greater moment.
None In Stoek.
Lady (to dog fancier) —What kindi of dogs
have you for sale?
D. F. —Scotch terriers, Chinese pugs,
French poodles and Fnglish setters.
"Have you any of these ocean greyhounds
that I have read about?"— Detroit Free
l'rtss.
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I very grateful for what Dr. Avert Cherry
j Pectoral has done for us, and shall keep it
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j W. STEVENS, Fort Fairfield, Me.
I Two years of doctorinij for a two
1 years of •' remedies" that gave no help, of
prescriptions that profited only the men
who wrote them, and then a trial of Dr.
Ayer's Cherry Pectoral, which helped from
the very first dose and effected a complete
cure in a short time. The difference be
tween Dr. Ayer's Cherry Pectoral and all
other cough medicines could not be better
stated than in this comparison of results.
It has cured the most stubborn and obsti
nate cases of chronic bronchitis and asth
ma. It is a specific for croup and whooping
cough. It cures all coughs and colds and
all affections of the throat ard lungs
promptly and effectively. In response to
numerous demands Dr. Ayer's Cherry Pec
toral is put up in half size bottles—sold at
half price —SO cents. More about cures
effected by Pectoral in Dr. Ayer's Curo
book. Sent free, on request, by the J. C.
Ayer Co., Lowell, Mass.
f4OO For JSew Hamral
The Salzer Seed Co. waot suitable naroea
for their 17 inch long corn and White Oat
prodigy. You can win this S4OO easily. Cat**
logue tells all about it. Seed potatoes only
51.50 a barrel. SSOO in prizes!
SEND Tim NOTICE AND IOCTS. IN STAMW
to John A. Salzer Seed Co., La Crosse, Wis.,
and get free their great seed catalogue ana
11 new farm seeils, including above corn and
oats, positively worth $lO, to get a start, u •
A boy never smells anything baking
without at once getting hungry.
From llahy in (tie Hitch ('htlr
to grandma in the rocker Grain-O is goo 4
for the whole family. It is the long-desires
substitute for coffee. Never upsets thi
nerves or injures the digestion. Made fron
pure grain it is a food in itself. lias the tasti
anil appearance of the best coffee at i th»
price. It is a genuine and scientific article
and is come to stay. It makes for healtt
and strength. Ask your grocer for Grain-O
Thirteen is an unlucky age for a girl. Shi
is too old for dolls and too young foi
beaux. —Chicago Daily News.
Penoh Tree* in l.nrjje Supply
And at greatly reduced price. Also Pear,
Plum, Cherry trees and Raspberry roots at
one-half former prices. Send for Catalogrus
and prices. Address G. S. Pickett, Clyde, Ohio.
A Sharp Anniver.
Mose—Ef I sho'd escort anuddah lady tos
de bull nex' week would yo' feel much cut upl
Clarina —Nopey; yo' would. —Judge.
I-nne'N Family Medicine.
Moves the bowels each day. In order to be
healthy this is necessary. Acts gently on
the liver and kidneys. Cures sick heauacho.
Price 25 and 50c.
When a man tells how well his employea
like him, he usually needs bragging on.—•
Washington Democrat.
Conglilnu: Lend* to Consumption.
Kemp's Balsam will stop the cough at
once. (Jo to your druggist to-day and get a
sample bottle free. Large bottles 25 cents
and 50 cents. Go at once; delays are daa->
gerous.
A man takes off his gloves upon enter
ing church, while a woman puts hers on.—
Washington Democrat.
Poor Unby
Will not strangle and die with croup il
Hoxsie's C. C. C. is used. For whooping
cough, it is invaluable. 50 cents.
When people hear a piece of gossip, theyt
never stop to ask before repeating it: "Is it
probable? ' —Atchison Globe.
To Cnre a Cold In One Dny
Take Laxative Rromo Quinine Tablets. AH
druggists refund money if it fails to cure. 25c.
Hick felt so queer last night after 1
went to bed._ My head was spinning around
awfully." Wicks—"You probably slept 'lilts
a top.' " —Boston Transcript.
Fits stopped free and permanently cured.
No fits after first day's use of Dr. Kline's
Great Nerve Hcstorer. Free $2 trial bottle A
treatise. Dr. Kline, 933 Arch st., Phila., Pa.
A fellow doesn't really enjoy a favor ii
he is immediately asked to return it.—
Washington Democrat.
We have not been without l'iso's Cure foi
Consumption for 20 years. —Lizzie Ferrel,
Camp St., Ilarrisburg, Pa., May 4, '9l.
A good many of us think frankness means
to have others tell us how nice we are.--
Washington Democrat.