6
WHEN I GO HOME.
When I go home—a simple speJl,
These Words, to cheer a toilsome way!
I.lk* some faint, sweet and far-off bell,
1 hear their echoes day by day.
Borne dear, far time when I shall bid
to faces strange and cold.
And turn my feet to paths of old,
In distant homeland valleys hid.
Wh<*n I fro home dear loving eyes
Wil l aniile a welcome into mine,
t>ear voices ring with glad surprise,
And mother arms around me twine.
True hearts will hail me hack once more
To share the old-time peace and rest.
And hopes and dreamlngs, long represt.
Will bud and blossom as of yore.
When I go home my pinfs will moan
A plaintive greeting on the hills,
And there will ring a welcoming tone
In every croon of meadow rills:
And from Its rocky shore the sea
Will send the murmur, vast and deep,
That lulled my childish eyes to sleep
With echoings from eternity.
When I go home the glens of fir
Will whisper o'er me as of old.
And wheaten meadows, all astir,
W 111 gleam again with harvest gold.
The fields I loved, the hills I trod,
Will call In mother's tongue to me.
And our renewed fraternity
Will draw me near to truth and God.
—1... M. Montgomery, In Congregational
ism
fwitCßT'LOUtS^Tlv^n.
PART VI.
CHAPTER XXXII.
TUB: TREASURE HUXT—THE VOICE
AMONG THE TREES.
Partly from the damping influence
of this alarm, partly to rest Silver and
the sick folk, the whole party sat down
«.ti soon as they had gained the brow of
the ascent.
The plateau being somewhat tilted
toward the west, this spot on which
we had paused commanded a wide pros
pect on either hand. Before us, over
the tree-tops, we beheld the Cape of the
Woods fringed with surf; behind, we
not only looked down upon the anchor
age and Skeleton island, but saw —clear
across the spit and the eastern low
lands—a great field of open sea upon
the east. Sheer above us rose the Spy
glass, here dot ted with single pines, there
black with precipices. There was no
sound but that of the distant breakers,
mounting from all round, and the chirp
of countless insects in the brush. N®t
a man, not a sail upon the sea; the very
largeness of the view increased the
®ense of solitude.
Silver, as lie sat, took certain bear
Ings with his compass.
"There are three 'tall trees,'" said
he, "about in the right line from Skele
ton island. 'Spy-glass shoulder,' I take
It, means that lower p'int there. It's
child's piny to find the stuff now. I've
half a mind to dine first."
"1 don't feel sharp," growled Morgan.
"Tbirikin' o' Flint—l think it were—'as
done me."
"Ah, well, my son, you praise your
ptars he's dead," said Silver.
"lie was an ugly devil," cried a third
pirate, with a shudder; "that blue in the
face, too!"
"That was how the rum took him,"
added Merry. "Blue! well, 1 reckon he
was blue. That's a true word."
Ever since they had found the skele
ton and got upon this train of thought
they had spoken lower and lower, and
they had almost got to whispering by
now, so that the sound of their talk
hardly interrupted the silence of the
wood. All of a sudden, out of the mid
dle of the trees in front of us, a thin,
high, trembling voice struck up the
well-known air and words:
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest—
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
1 never have seen men more dreadful
ly affected than the pirates. The color
went from their six faces like enchant
ment; some leaped to their feet, some
clawed hold of others; Morgan groveled
on the ground.
"It's Flint, by —!" cried Merry.
The song had stopped as suddenly as
it began—broken off, you would have
said, in the middle of a note, as though
come one bad laid his hand upon the
singer's mouth. Coming so far through
the clear, sunny atmosphere among the
green tree-tops, I thought it had sound
ed airily and sweetly, and tlie effect on
my companions was the stranger.
"Come," said Silver, struggling with
his ashen lips to get the word out, "that
won't do. Stand by togo about. This
Is a rum start, and I can't name the
voice, but it's some one skylarking—
Gonte one that's flesh and blood, aud
you may lay to that."
IJis courage bad come back as he
spoke, and some of the eo'or to his face
along with it. Already the others had
begun to lend an ear to this encourage
ment, and were coming a little to them
selves, when the same voice broke out
again—not this time singing, but in a
faint, distant hail, that echoed yet
fainter among the clefts of the Spy
glass.
"Darby M'Graw," it wailed—for that
Is the word that best describes the
eound "Darby M'Graw! Darby
M'Graw!" again and again and again,
stud then rising a little higher, and with
an oath that 1 leave out: "Fetch aft the
rum. Darby!"
The buccaneers remained rooted to
the ground, their eyes starting from
their heads. Long after the voice had
dieii away they still stared in silence,
dreadfully, before them.
"That fixes it!" gasped one. "Let's
go."
"They was his last words," moaned
Morgan; "his last words above-board."
Dick had his liibio out and was pray
ing volubly, lie had been well brought
up, had Dick, before be came to sea
and fell among bad companions.
Still, Silver was unconquered. I could
hear his teeth nettle in bis head; but he
had not yet surrendered.
"Nobody in tliis here island ever
heard of Darby." he muttered; "not one
but us that's here." And then, making
a great effort: "Shipmates," he cried,
"I'm here to pet that stuff, and I'll not
he beat by man nor devil. I never was
feared of Flint in his life, and, by the
powers, I'll face him dead. There's
£700,000 not a quarter of a mile from
here. When did ever a gentleman n'
fortune show his stern to that much
dollars, for a boozy old seaman with a
blue mug—and him dead, too?"
Isnt there was no sign of reawakening
courage in his followers; rather, in
deed, of growing terror at the irrever
ence of his words.
"Ilelay there, John!" said Merry.
"Don't you cross a sporrit."
And the rest were all too terrified to
reply. They would have run away
severally had they dared, but fear kept
them together, and kept them close by
John, as if his daring helped them,
lie, on his part, had pretty well fought
his weakness down.
"Sperrit? Well, maybe," he said.
"But there's one thing not clear to me.
There was an echo. Now, no man ever
seen a sperrit with a shadow; well,
then, what's he doing with an echo to
him. I should like to know? That ain't
in natur', surely?"
This argument seemed weak enough
to trie. But you can never tell whatwill
affect the superstitious, and, to my
wonder, George Merry w as greatly re
lieved.
"Well, that's so," he said. "You've a
head upon your shoulders, John, and
no mistake. 'Bout ship, mates! This
here crew is on the wrong tack. I do be
lieve. And come to think on it, it was
like Flint's voice, I grant you, but not
just so clear away like it, after all. It
was liker somebody else's voice now—
it was like —"
"By the powers, Ben Giinn!" roared
Silver.
"Ay, and so it were," cried Morgan,
springing on his knees. "Ben Gunn it
were!"
"It don't make much odds, do it,
now?" asked Dick. "Ben Gunn's not
here in the body, any more'n Flint."
But the older hands greeted this re
mark with scorn. "Why, nobody minds
Ben Gunn," cried Merry; "dead or alive,
nobody minds him."
It was extraordinary how their spir
its had returned, and how the natural
color had revived in their faces. Soon
they were chatting together, with inr
tervals of listening; and not long after,
hearing no further sound, they shoul
dered the tools and set forth again,
Merry walking first with Silver's com
pass to keep them on the right line
with Skeleton island. He had said the
truth; dead or alive, nobody minded
Ben Gunn.
Dick alone still held his Bible, and
looked around him as he went, with
fearful glances; but he found no sjm
pathy, and Silver even joked him on his
precautions.
"I told you," said he —"I told you, you
had sp'iled your Bible. If it ain't no
good to swear by, what do you suppose
a sperrit would give for it? Not that!"
and he snapped his big fingers, halting
a moment on his crutch.
But Dick was not to be comforted;
indeed, it was soon plain to me that
the lad was falling sick; hastened by
heat, exhaustion, and the shock of his
alarm, the fever, predicted by Dr. Live
sey, was evidently growing swiftly
higher.
It was fine open walking here, upon
the summit; our way lay a little down
hill, for, as I have said, the plateau
tilted toward the west. The pines,
great and small, grew wide apart: and
even between the clumps of nutmeg
and azalea, wide open spaces baked in
the hot sun-shine. Striking, as we did,
pretty near northwest across the
island, we drew, on the one hand, ever
nearer under the shoulders of the Spy
glass, and on the other, looked ever
wider over that western bay where I
had once tossed and trembled in the
coracle.
The first of the tall trees w as reached,
and by the bearing, proved the wrong
one. So with the second. The third rose
nearly 200 feet into the air above a
clump of underwood 1 ; a giant of a veg
etable, with a red column as big as a
cottage, and a wide shadow around in
which a company could have man
euvered. It was conspicuous far to sea
both on the east and west, and might
have been entered as a sailing mark
upon the chart.
But it was not its size that now im
pressed my companions; it was the
knowledge that £700,000 in gold lay
somewhere buried below its spread
ing shadow. The thought of the
money, as they drew nearer, swallowed
up their previous terrors. Their eyes
burned in their heads; their feet grew
speedier and lighter; their whole soul
was bound up in that fortune, that
whole lifetime of extravagance and
pleasure, that lay waiting there for
each of them.
Silver hobbled, grunting, on his
crutch, his nostrils stood out and quiv
ered; he cursed like a madman when
the flies settled on his hot and shiny
countenance; he plucked furiously at
the line that held me to him, and, from
time to time, turned his eyes upon inn
with a deadly look. Certainly he took
no pains to hide his thoughts; and cer
tainly I read them like print. In the
immediate nearness of the gold, all
else had been forgotten; his promise
and the doctor's warning were both
things of the past; and I could not
doubt that he hoped to seize upon the
treasure, find and board the "His
paniola" under cover of night, cut every
honest throat about that island, and sail
away as he had at first intended, laden
with crimes and riches.
Shaken as I was with these alarms, <
it was hard for me to keep up with the
rapid pace of the treasure hunters, j
Now and again I tumbled; and it was j
then that Silver plucked so roughly at
the rope and launched at me his inur- j
derous glances. Dick, who had dropped j
behind us, and now brought up the |
rear, was babbling to himself both !
prayers and curses, as his fever kept
rising. This also added to my wretch
edness, and, to crown all, I was haunted
by the thought of the tragedy that had
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER i«, 1898
once been acted on that plateau, when
that ungodly buccaneer with the blue
face —he who had died at Savannah,
singing and shouting for drink—had
there, with his own hand, cut down
I his six accomplices. This grove, that was
now so peaceful, must then have rung
with cries, I thought; and even with
the thought I could believe 1 heard it
ringing still.
We were now at the margin of the
thicket.
"Huzza, mates, altogether!' shouted
Merry; and the foremost broke into a
run.
And suddenly, not ten yards further,
we beheld them stop. A low cry arose.
Silver doubled his pace, digging away
with the foot of his crutch like one
possessed, and next moment he and I
had come also to a dead halt.
Before us was a great excavation,
not very recent, for the sides had fallen
in and grass had sprouted on the bot
tom. In tils were the shaft of a pick
broken in two and the boards of sev
eral packing cases strewn around. On
one of these boards I saw, branded with
a hot iron, the name "Walrus"—the
name of Flint's ship.
All was clear to probation. The
cache had been found and rifled—the
£700,000 were gone!
CHAPTER XXXHI.
THE FALL OP A CHIEFTAIN.
There never was such an overturn in
this world. Each of these six men was
as though he had been struck. But
with Silver the blow passed almost in
stantly. Every thought of his soul
had been set full-stretch, like a racer,
on that money; well, he was brought up
in a single second, dead; and he kept his
head, found his temper, and changed
his plan before the others had had time
to realize the disappointment.
"Jim," he whispered, "take that, and
stand by for trouble."
And he passed me a double-barreled
pistol.
At the same time he began quietly
moving northward, and in a few steps
had put the hollow between us two
and the other five. Then he looked at me
and nodded, as much as to say: "Here
is a narrow corner," ns, indeed, I
thought it was. His looks were now
quite friendly; and I was so revolted
at these constant changes that I could
not forbear whispering: "So you've
changed sides again."
There was 110 time left for him to
answer in. The buccaneers, with oaths
and cries, began to leap, one after an
other, into the pit, and to d'g with
"That man there know it all alouff," acroamed
Merry.
their fingers, throwing the boards aside
as they did so. Morgan found a piece of
gold. He held it up with a perfect
spout of oaths. It was a two-guinea
piece, and it went from hand to hand
among them for a quarter of «>. min
ute.
"Two guineas!" roared Merry, shad
ing it at Silver. "That's your £700,000,
is it? You're the man for bargain*,
ain't you? You're him that never bun
gled nothing, you wooden-headed lub
ber! "
"Dig away, boys," said Silver, with
the coolest insolence; "you'll find some
pig-nuts, and I shouldn't wonder."
"Pig-nuts?" repeated Merry, in a
scream. "Mates, do you hear that? I
tell you, now, that man there knew it
all along. Look in the faee of him, and
you'll see it wrote there."
"Ah, Merry," remarked Silver, "stand
ing for cap'n again? You're a pushing
lad, to be sure."
But this time everyone was entirely
in Merry's favor. They began to scram
ble out of the excavation, darting fu
rious looks behind them. One thing I
observed, which looked well for us;
they all got out upon the opposite side
from Silver.
Well, there we stood, two on one
side, five 011 the other, the pit between
us, and nobody screwed up high enough
to offer the first blow. Silver never
moved; lie watched them, very upright
on his crutch, and looked as cool as ever
1 saw him. lie was brave, and 110 mis
take.
At last, Merry seemed to think a
speech might help matters.
"Mates," says lie, "there's two of
them alone there; one's the old cripple
that brought us all here and blundered
us down to this; the other's that cub
that I mean to have the heart of. Now,
mates —"
He was raising his arm and his voice,
and plainly meant to lead a charge.
But just then—crack! crack! crack!
three musket shots flashed out of the
thicket. Merry tumbled head foremost
into the excavation; the man with the
bandage spun round like teetotum,
and fell all his length upon ins side,
where he lay dead, but still twitching:
and the other three turned and ran
lor it with all their might.
Before you could wink LongJolun had
fired three barrels of a pistol into the
Ftruggling Merry; and as the man rolled
up his eyes at him in the last agony.
"George," said he,"l reckon I settled
you."
At the same moment the doctor. Gray,
and Ben Gunn joined us, with smoking
muskets, from among the nutmeg trees.
"Forward!" cried the docto'".
"Double quid;, ray lads. We must bead
'em off the boats "
And we set off at a great pace, some
lime* plunging through the bushes to
the chest.
I tell you, but Silver was anxious to
keep up with us. The work that man
went through, leaping on hiscrutch till
the muscles of his chest were fit to
burst, was work no sound man ever
equaled; and so thinks the doctor. As
it was, he was already 30 yards behind
us and on the verge of strangling when
we reached the brow of Mie slope.
"Doctor," lie hailed, "see there! no
hurry!"
Sure enough, there was no hurry. In
a more open part of the plateau we
could see the three survivors still run
ning in the same direction as they had
started, right for Mizzen-mast Hill. We
were already between them and their
boats, and so we four sat down to
breatihe, while Long John, mopping
his face, came slowly up with us.
"Thank ye kindly, doctor." says he.
"Y'ou came in about the nick, I guess,
for me and Hawkins. And so it's you,
lien Gunn!" lie added. "Well 1 , you're a
nice one, to be sure."
"I'm Hen Gunn, I am," replied the
maroon, wriggling like an eel in his
embarrassment. "And."he added, after
a long pause, "how do, Air. Silver! Pret
ty well, I thank ye, says you."
"Ben, Ben," murmured Silver, "to
think as you've done me."
The doctor sent hack Gray for one
of the pickaxes, deserted, in their flight,
by the mutineers; and then, as we pro
ceeded leisurely downhill to where the
boats were lying, related in a few words
what had taken place. It was a story
that profoundly interested Silver, and
Ben Gunn, the lia'f-idiot maroon, was
the hero from beginning to end.
Ben, in his long, lomely wanderings
about the island, had found the skele
ton —it was he that had rifled it; he
had found the treasure; he had dug
it up (it was the haLf of his pickax
that lay broken in the excavation); he
had carried it on his back in many
weary journeys from the foot of the tail
pine to a cave he had an the two-pointed
hill at the northeast angle of'the island,
and there it had laid stored in safety
since two months before the arrival of
the "Ilispaniola."
[TO HE CONTINUED.}
A LITTLE HEROiNE.
The Con rnic eon* Act of w Younit Span
ish Girl.
Baron Lejeune, who played a conspic
uous part at the siege of Saragossa dur
ing the Peninsular war, narrates in his
"Memoirs" a singular story of that ter
rible. time, a story that speaks equally
well for the chivalry of the soldiers of
France and for the courage of a Spanish
girl.
'1 here had been fearful carnage with
in the walls of the unfortunate city;
even the convents and monasteries were
reeking with evidences of warfare, and
the inhabitants of Saragoosa were in a
desperate plight.
A band of Polish soldiers, belonging
to the French army, had been stationed
on guard at a certain point, with orders
to lire upon any Spaniard who might
pass them. Suddenly a girl of about 15
years of age appeared among them.
A cry of warning was heard on every
side as she approached, but the child
seemed not to hear. She only continued
to utter one ceaseless and piercing wail:
".Mia madre! mia madre!" as she hurried
from one group of dead and wounded
Spaniards to another.
It soon became evident that she was in
search of the body of her mother, and
the pale, agonized face of the child,
whose filial love'had made her almost
insensible to danger, touched the sol
diers' hearts with pity.
A moment later a despairing cry an
nounced that she had found that for
which she had risked her life. The
Polish guards watched her movements
with something like awe as she stooped
and tenderly wrapped the mutilated
form of the. dead woman in a cloak and
began to drag it away. Suddenly the
girl paused and seized a heavy cartridge
box that lay in her path, with an energy
that seemed almost supernatural. Her
frail, delicate form swayed and stag
gered beneath the weight of her bunien,
but slue did not hesitate.
A thrill of mingled horror and admira
tion filled the astonished watchers
they perceived that there, before then
very l'uces, she was taking 112 rorn them an
instrument for future vengeance upou
them.
The inhabitants of the besieged city
were almost destitute of ammunition,
and the motherless daughter sought to
put into the hands of her countrymen
a means by which her wrongs might
be in some degree avenged.
But the strain was becoming almost
more than she could bear; she stumbled,
and a cry of terror broke from her Hps.
The Polish soldiers glanced from one to
another, and then, moved by a chiv
alrous impulse, they lowered saber and
musket, as with one accord a hundred
voices called out: "Do not be afraid lit
tie one! We will not hurt you!"
And the Spanish maiden passed with
her grewsome burden between a double
line of her country's foes, who made a
silent salute as she crossed their
boundaries and returned to her desolate
home.-—Youth's Companion.
Olil-Tl me Weather Indication*.
The earliest weather vanes in New
England were cocks, tru iff >eters, simple
plates, disks and arrows, and, not to be
overlooked, the sacred codfish. In Bos
ton cocks or broad arrows were on all
the old churches. On the Province
house, where (Jen. Gage had his head
quarters, there was a statue of an
Indian with drawn bow and arrow,
ready to shoot. Prints of the city of
New Amsterdam as it was in the good
old Dutch days show the churches and
many of the houses surmounted by the
gilded cock or the plain arrow.—,\. V
Sun.
The man who knows nothing exeejr
what he h.;is learned from books <V» pooi
ly educated.
HUMOROUS.
Clara—"l saw some funny looking
mugs in a window on Fifth avenue the
other day." Cora—"What club was
it?"—Yonkers Statesman.
Grace—"But what do you mean by
saying Mr. Dashaway is such a lady
like man, dear?" Flo—"He can't raise
a mustache."—World's Comic.
Mrs. Hoyle—"So. your servant light
ed the tire With kerosene and suffered
the consequences?" Mrs. Doyle—"Yes,
the mean thing. It wasn't her day
out."—Town Topics.
First Juryman—"What did you
think when the judge committed Dob
son to prison for contempt of court?"
Second Juryman—"l was glad he
wasn't a mind reader."—Green Bag.
"No," said the positive girl, "1 will
never tie myself down to one man."
"Perhaps," he replied, sarcastically,
"if I organize a syndicate you will
consider our offer."—Philadelphia
Vortli American.
"I see that they are going to play
golf on Sunday In Chicago." "Well?"
"It doesi't seem quite right to give up
Sunday to ordinary sports." "Why,
bless your heart, golf isn't a sport."—
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Hicks—"lt is hardly possible that a
marriage should come out of it be
tween two such persons." Wicks —"I
don't know. He is a regular stick, and
she has got enough brimstone in her to
make a match."—Boston Transcript.
"What do they call the microbes that
breed diseases, John?" "Please, sir,
jerms." "Correct—and what do they
call the people who know how to han
dle germs in a scientific way ?" "Please,
sir, Germans."—N. O. Times-Democrat.
first Firl—"l was in front last night,
dear, to see you play Juliet." Second
Girl —"Yes, I know you were; but you
needn't have talked so loud all through
iny best scenes." First Girl—"Oh, but
you must be mistaken, dear; it couldn't
possibly have been I. I never talk in
my sleep."—Punch.
BROKE HIS BONES ON AUG. 26.
The Itemurknhle Serle* of Accident*
Which Rfgnturly Hefell an
F.nKiiith Collier.
As might naturally be expected from
his hazardous occupation, the collier
is frequently injured by accidents un
derground, but the following par
ticulars, deserve, I think, a space in
the Lancet because of the strange se
ries of fractures sustained by a man,
as well as the remarkable coincidence
in the date of their occurrence.
A managed 44 years, short and well
built, was first attended by me on
August 26, 1890, for a compound frac
ture of the left leg, resulting from a
portion of the roof or top falling and
striking him while following his em
ployment in Risca collieries. The pa
tient made an uninterrupted recov
ery, and was able in about six months
to resume his work underground.
The patient's previous history, told
by himself, and corroborated by oth
ers, is very remarkable. With the ex
ception of an attack of typhoid fever,
which he had when 18 years of age,
and two or three attacks of quinsy
subsequently, he had not suffered bod
ily in any way. He was always very
temperate, and for about 18 years a
total abstainer. But his misfortunes
in the mine were many and are re
markable from the fact that they al
ways happened on the 20th day of
August. Here is his record. At the
age of ten years he fractured his right
index finger. It happened on August
20. When 13 years old lie fractured
his left leg below the knee through
falling from horseback, also August
26. At 14 years of age he fractured
both bones of the left forearm by
stumbling, his arm striking the edge
of a brick, August 26. In another year,
on August 26, when 15 years of uge,
he had compound fracture of the left
leg above the ankle by his foot being
caught under an iron rod and his body
falling forward. Next year, on
the same date, August 26, he had com
pound fracture of bqth legs, the right
being so severely crushed that it had
to be amputated at the lower third
of the thigh. This was caused by a
horse, hitched to a tram of coal, which,
running wild under ground, caught
him in a narrow passage, crushing
both legs severely. After this he did
not work on August 26 for 28 years,
and little wonder, but 111 the year IS9O
he forgot his fateful day and went to
work, with the result that he sus
tained the compound fracture which
I have mentioned in the beginning.
After this he has studiously avoided
working 011 August 26. though never
missing work at other times. —London
Lancet.
Gol«; Coin* In the World.
It wili probably be a shock to many
to learn that all the gold coins current
throughout the world could be com
fortably stowed away in any one of
thousands of English drawing-rooms.
A careful estimate of tlx* gold currency
of the world placedits amount at £755,-
000,000. Although this enormous sum
will probably exceed our entire nation
al revenue for the next seven years, it
could, if converted into English sover
eigns, be placed in a room 33 feet long,
30 feet wide and 20 feet high. The proc
ess of packing the sovereigns would,
indeed, be a labor of time and infinite
patience. If the sovereigns were placed
in position at the rate of one a second,
working for eight hours a day. a child
of eight, commencing the task to-day.
would see his eightieth birthday be
fore the last sovereign was in position
and the door could be locked. To con
vey this gold to the strong room would
require the utmost strength of 4.000
horses, which would have to pull a
weight of 5.051 tons. The sovereigns
thus accumulated would make a golden
carpet for the whole of St. .lames park,
with a remnant of .'! 2-3 acres to spare;
and. if placed edge to edge, they would
form a footpath of gold, six inches w ;de,
between London and Constantinop'e.—
London Tit-Bits.
Soldiers
From the War
Bring the germs of malaria, fevers and
other diseases, which may prove contagious
In their own families. Hood's iSar-aparllla
Is a special boon to soldiers, because it
eradicates all disease germs, builds up the
debilitated system and brings buck health.
Kvery returned soldier and every friend
and relative of soldiers should take
Blood's Sarsaparilla
America's Greatest Medicine. #1; six for IS.
Hood's Pills cure sick hrailuche. S!5 cents.
Why He Did It.
As young Ilankinson looked furtively at
the girl in the pale blue dress talking in an
animated manner to young Spoonamore in
tlio cozy corner beyond the piano he bit his
lip.
But it was an accident.
He was trying to bite his mustache, and it
wasn t long em. ugh.—Chicago Tribune.
Tlie Letlift-r Monthly.
The publishers of the New York Ledger
announce the discontinuance of that publi«
cation as a weekly and its appearance in
future as a monthly.
The Ledger was founded by Robert Bon
ner. The world knows the history of that
venture. He took into his work new ideas
and a determination to succeed. He made
the Ledger the foremost weekly in the
realms of fiction.—World-Herald, Omaha,
Neb. _________
Confused.
"You went fishing with Miss Keedick yes
terday, didn't you?
"Yes."
"Catch anything?"
"Well, we came back engaged, but I didn't
know whether 1 caught her or she caught
me."—lllustrated American.
Conuliliiv Leads to lonmimpnon.
Kemp's Balsam will stop the Cough at
once. Goto your druggist to-day and get a
sample bottle free. Large bottles 25 and 50
cents. Go at once ; delays are dangerous.
A perfectly trained husband is one who
gives the impression that the hardest work
of his life was in coaxing his wife to marry
hun.—Atchison Globe.
Don't Neglect a Cough. Take Some Hale's
Honey of Horehound and Tar instanter.
Pike's Toothache Drops Cure in one minute.
We have a great deal to be thankful for,
if we could only spare the time. —Town
Topics.
Feeze and fret? Why? St. Jacobs Oil
cures Neuralgia. Soothes it down.
For every mistake of your own that you
notice, you make a dozen that youareuever
aware of. —Atchison Globe.
Piso's Cure for Consumption has saved me
many a doctor's bill.—S. F. Hardy, Hop
kins Place, Baltimore, Md., Dec. 2, '94.
It is harder work to neglect work you
should perform than it is to do it. —Atchison
Globe.
He struck it. St. Jacobs Oil struck his
Rheumatism. It was stricken out.
Ven Aye see faller feelin' sad all tem Aye
pet mat at hes liver an' pity hem.—Denver
Times-Sun.
In the morning well. St. Jacobs Oil cures
soreness and stiffness.
Trip—"Between a beautiful woman and a
rich woman, which would you prefer?"
Grip—"The second first."—Town Topics.
Lawsakes. It cured my aches. St. Jacoba
Oil makes no mistakes.
||J Perhaps sleepless nfght9 j
Mj caused it, or p,rief, or sick- Jr
EE nes3, or perhaps it was care.
111 No matter what the cause,
If you cannot wish to look old VJ
F1 Gray hair is starved hair. | j
RrJ The hair bulbs have been I#
ftS deprived of proper food or VI
proper nerve force. JH
| Apfs 1
fc] increases the circulation in
jfi the scalp, gives more power BjL
K£ t° the nerves, supplies miss- 13
ing elements to the hair WL
vS Used according to direc- ftj
®(1 tions, gray hair begins to ¥Jk
show color in a few days.
iSI Soon it has all the softness
FA and richness of youth and El
thecolor of early life returns. wM
In Would you like our book
\m on the Hair? We will gladly i J
P| send it to you. JgX
i£ WriSo us! fi
13 If you do not obtain all the
benefits you expected from IjJ
g*| the Vigor, write the doctor
fci about it. He may be able to bj
£:& suggest something of value F#
ef to you. Address, Dr. J. C. J a
843 Ayer Co., Lowell, Mass. 43
j
As black IQYE
YourV/hiskers
A AfafaraJ Black wHih
ESssGkSngf&srn's iiyCm
50 cts. of druggists or R.P.Hall & t,.0., Nashua, N. H.
HYPNOTISM
' k Send stamp for i»ai*
.•u'.ors K. H. MOLONEY 131 Asblaml BvJ., rhtcairo.lll
.iu..u lor book of tfeftUmoiiiaiti and!'» days'
CB'cjfttuieiif c«. br. li. u. Uiuk.N 3 au\a,