♦ *!»*
OFA BONNET
TvV-, * W l> M AIJK UP til >
ill mind f,r -art in
I H that Jenny (you
t r\ UY jJSL Know that she
«» Had named the da>
WII h, ' r oWn sweet
'&wni\r way—the day sh.
Ur/j V { y would marry me?)
Should have the purtlest bonnet that ever
the store folks made-
One that would throw a rainbow jest twen
ty mile In the shade!
Ever seen Jenny smilln'T Ever took not<
of her eyes?
1 tol' her a angel made 'em from little blue
patches o' skies!
Jest 'peared to twinkle sunshine! an when
ever they look at me
1 see jest all o' Heaven that ever I hope to
see.!
Veil, 1 went down thar to the city, an' 1
tol' the store folks plain.
1 wanted th< tinest bonnet that ever come
in on the train;
An' 1 paid my money fer it 'thout any coii
tendln' words:
It win all tixi d up with roses, an' ribbons,
an' singin' birds.
Hut row the trouble's a-comin'! —she wu?.
all in deep distress:
1-1 uw wuz a ten-dollar bonnet to go with a
caliker dress?
Mother—she kinder shook her head; saic'
'twould be "out o' place,"
An' Jenny, with tears a-fallin' on the
roses of her face!
But her gran'ma crmic* ter the rescue: "It's
been seventy year," says she,
"Sence I wort my woddin' dress, an' now
it's good as It use to be;
I've bren a-kcepin' it stored away—but !t
saddens me now an' then;
An' e-ein' to-morrer's the* Easter day, we'll
make it over fer Jen!"
Jen throwed her arms around her. till we
heard the gran'm ' say:
"Ever you «ee sich a silly gal? She'll
smother me that away!
Gc 'long an' git yer scissors, an' all o' yer
needles liright;
With n hat like that a w< ddin' dri ss is jest
what'll set you rigiit!"
An' it did! An' set in' she looked so sweet
when th" Easter day come 'roun',
When meetin' wuz over, the license an' the
parson wuz easy lour.'!
An' I ain't a-lovln' Jenny any the more,
nr less,
Kaz.' I married her Easter mornin' lr
gran'mother's weddin' dress!
F. I-. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
' 1 1,11'S die! not^grow
Ci( I«g which the chil
\ \ l '-» S" who lived
there knew any
thing about were
bits of broken
(T) ) >_/ bottles and waste
/ papers. Squalor,
misery and unliappincss there were
ill plenty, but no flowers, no Sabbath
days, no happy children —that is. ex
cepting Blossom Blossom, whose
long-laslied violet eyes and shining
curls set her apart from all the oilier
alley children like a bit of hearts
ease; whose little crutch went tap
ping through the halls all day, and
who sat on the rickety stairs at
nightfall ready to call out a cheery
greeting to her mother when she
turned into the dark alley.
Blossom was very rich. Her moth
er did day's work for the wealthy
people oil the avenue, and, besides.
Blossom's mother had not always
lived in the alley. So when Blossom's
glad cry: "Hurry up. mamma, I'm
waiting lor you," would ring e>ut e>n
the foul air, the alley children would
hurry to the stairs and look with
wondering, wistful eyes at the scene,
which never failed to take place.
Blossom's mother was never tooiireu
to kiss the winsome face and Blos
som's arm always caught her moth
er in a rapturous embrace. Then
they went in and shut the door, and
the alley children were so poor, so
poor.
Out in the great city the Easter
story was being told again and again
one Saturday evening, and after her
bit e»f work was done Blossom's
mother told her a new story of a
little girl who, ever so long ago, went
to church on Easter morning, and
who talked to the lilies and palms
while the minister preached to the
big people.
It was a fine old church, with a
great organ, and windows so beauti
ful that the sun made violet, an:l
gold, and purple lights on the floor.
"And the little giri> sitting there in
her white dress did not know,
my Blossom, that some day she
would grow up and have great trou
ble to bear."
"Poor mamma," exclaimed Blos
som, and then she fell to cuddling
the hard hand in her sweet, baby way
and with the exquisite imagery of
childhood went to the beautiful
church herself, hearing the wonder
ful music, and seeing the lights and
flowers. The vision filled her wak
ing thoughts, her prayers and her
dreams that night, and when she
awoke with the sun of Easter morn
ing shining across her face, there
was a tremulous hope in her heart
that down in the alley she would
hear some one crying: "Christ is
risen to-day," and then the response:
"lie is r'.sen indeed," just as her
mother used to hear it in her old
home.
But Blossom heard only wicked and
eul words, so she went back to her
world o' "make believe" and said
•blithely to her mother: ".Now put
on your prettiest dress, mamma, and
I'll put on my white dress, and the
lace cap, ejul the litth slipners with
big hows, 11 ci we'll go 1o <'hiir«'li an.l
hoar the big organ and, O maniTiia,
couldn't we do it honest truth for
sure, I mean?"
"I am afraid Blossom, that yon and
I would look queer in a fine church,"
she answered, sadly.
"<> mamma, please," coaxed the
child, sitting lip in bed, her little
hands held out pleadingly.
A torturing wave of homesickness
swept over Blossom's mother. "If I
only could go," she murmured, and
wise little Blossom said cheerily:
"We will, mamma: I'll take care of
you." Then they both laughed as if
there were no heavy shadows in
East on court, and nothing but joy
and love in the world on Easter
morning
"We shall have to start early,
then, dear, before the people goto
church, and you shall see the lilies
and then we will come home and
have a happy Haste* by ourselves,"
said her mother.
After one awe-stricken whisper,
Blossom did not speak again to her
mother. She felt as if she must have
died and gone to Heaven, for never in
her happiest flights of imagination
had she dreamed of anything HO beau
tiful as that which she saw on enter
ing the church. They sat down under
the gallery and Blossom's mother,
white-faced and weary, leaned her
head against a pillar and closed her
eyes. There was a lump in the child's
throat; her pleasure gave her such
}:een pain. The organist was playing
a slow, sweet melody that throbbed
through the church like a psalm of
rest, and Blossom, unable to control
her tears, stood up leaning heavily on
her crutch and wiping her eyes with
her little coarse handkerchief.
An early worshiper, a lady whose
crape draperies floated about her like
a sable cloud, moved down the aisle.
She caught sight of Blossom sobbing
among the shadows and went over to
her. laying one caressing hand on the
top of the crutch and the other on
Blossom's shining head. Blossom did
not start, fo" she had reached the
stage when nothing could surprise
her. but she looked up into the fair,
haughty face and smiled through her
tears.
"What is I lie matter, little girl ?" t lie
lady asked, in a voice so musical that
BLOSSOM S MOTHER TOLD
Blossom Rivaled again and pave her |
head u little shake to send the tears I
flying.
"It's so—so niee," she answered,
reverently. "Aren't yon glad the lili«-> I
tell about Jesus?"
The lady did not answer her in i
words, and as she stooped nearer the
child, lifting 1 the dimpled chin in her !
palm, she said with passionate ten- i
derness: "Poor little girl! You are a
cripple like my little boy; 1 am so
sorry for you."
"Oh, is lie lame, and will he he here
to-day? He won't mind his lameness
when he sees the lilies."
"He is not here; he is risen; and I j
am alone," answered the lady, her !
voice sharp with pain.
"Do you mean that he has gone tc I
Jesus?" asked Blossom.
There was only an affirmative nod |
for answer, and l'lossom, whose child
ish idea of ministry meant loving
put up her hand and stroked the fact
of the stricken woman beside her. as
she did the tired mother's when tin
hard day's work was ended. "Poor
lady." she said, softly, "I expect God
is letting him gather Easter lilies for
Him to-day. Mamma thinks (iod lias
gardens in Heaven because there are
so many folks like me who never had
any flowers down here. 1 never saw
an Easter lily 1 i ll to-day, and won't it
he nice when we all goto Jesus for me
to tell your little boy that we talked
about him to-day down here?"
Mrs. Itaymond was crying—crying
as she could not ery when they carried
Donald's casket from the house; cry
ing as any oppressed heart will ery
when relief conies, and still Blossom's
voice went steadily and sweetly on:
"1 guess you are lonesome without
your littli' boy and that makes you
cry, hut some day when you goto see
God, your little hoy will already lie
there, and he'll run right up to you
without his crutches. Mamma says
God doesn't have crutches there, and
I think I'll be the happiest li'.L>
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 4, 1901.
in Heaven when God lets ritt* show
mamma how I can run."
Itlossom's mother turned uneasily
and the child went over to her. "You
went to sleep, mamma, you were, so
tired," she said, in quaint apology;
then, turning and smiling 1 brightly at
her new friend, she said: "I ffness we
must go now, for mamma said we
could only stay with the lilies until
the people came; she said we would
look queer; do we?"
"Stay to service with me," pleaded
Mrs. Raymond, but Blossom's mother
would not be persuaded, and went
away, leaving the child under Mrs
Raymond's protection.
Itlossom has never forgotten that
wonderful Kaster ilay. The triumph
ant music, the perfumed air, the glo
rious promises of resurrection and
life, fell with untold power upon the
innocent child life. She was uncon
scious oft lie notice she attracted to
the pew of the wealthy Mrs. Raymond,
who had not been to service for
months, and who had been so bitterin
her grief over the loss of her only
son that her best friends had avoided
her in the hours when she most need
ed them. Itlossom had not felt the'
bitterness, so she leaned confidingly
against .Mrs. Raymond, bringing to
her the first real comfort she had
known. Looking down into the child's
rapt face, she found her best help in
th>- warm human sympathy of the lov
ing heart beside her, and as her quiv
ering nerves stilled a little tlie ten
der t riuinph oft he pulpit message add
ded its healing balm to the hurt in
her troubled heart.
Itlossom rode home in a carriage
that day, and the wonder of it all had
not left her when a servant in livery
returned with several large boxes of
Kaster lilies, roses and ferns. There
was a perfumed note with a dainty
monogram tucked between the lily
stems, and Blossom's mother read it
aloud to her.
"Dear Blossom," it ran,"l want to
send ,vou something from my little
boy. I think he wishes you to give
these flowers to all your friends in
Kaston court to help them remember
that there is no darkness where Jesus
is."
Itlossom sat with her hands folded
over her knee, looking down at (he
mass of blossoms at her feet. "It all
HER A NEW STORY.
came true," she said, softly; "we did
112s r " to church. and God let uie see tlie
lilies. God can do anything 1 , can't He,
momma?"
es, my Blossom, He lets us have
all that is good for us," answered
the hrave, trusting mother, who, in
tI he midst of her toil and pain and
.poverty, had learned to keep the true
Kaster in her heart.
Many Kaster days have come and
frone since then, and now the lilies
blossom royally at Huston court, for
Mrs. Uaymond, thoroughly awakened
I roni the selfishness of her grief, tore
away the old building's whose environ
ment laid so cruel a hand upon the
children of the court, and in their
stead built up Donald house, in mem
ory of the boy she loved and well
nigh lost. Blossom and her mother
have rooms in the new housfe as in the
old.
Sometimes when Mrs. Raymond has
taken leave of them she remembers
her first meeting- with them, and, re
tracing her steps, takes Blossom's face
between her hands while she says:
"(iod bless you and keep you sweet
in this garden for many years, my
Blossom." and Blossom, whose pres
ence is like a benediction in Donald
house, can repay her friend only by
tin' daily unfolding 1 of her own Christ
life. Minnie Waite lioselle, in Bap
tist Union.
At ICfiNtertime.
At Eastertlme, oh, who can doubt
That 11 * who calls the violets out
Of their brown graves beneath the rime
"\\ ill wake us, too, In ills good time?
An we not more than many flowers?
Oh, sweet the lesson of the hour*
At Eastertlme.
—May Riley Smith.
A <:■ leu 111 Ii n K Miml.
"Did you observe Lent this year?"
"Very carefully," answered he."l
think I succeeded in denying myself
enough things to pay the cost of an
l!a. ter wardrobe." —Washington Elar.
THOUSANDS OF FAIR WOMEN
HERALD PRAISES FOR PERUNA.
Catarrhal Dyspepsia and Nervous Prostration Make Invalids of More Women
Than Ail Other Diseases Combined.
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Peruna is llie woman's friend every
where. It is safe to say that no wom
an ever used Peruna for any catarrhal
derangement but what it became in
dispensable in her household.
from \\ omen.
Every day we receive letters from
women like the following. Women
who have tried doctors and failed;
women who have tried Peruna and
were cured.
Miss Katie Klein, 6125 Bartmer ave
nue, St. Louis, Mo., writes:
"I'eruna has done me more good for
catarrh than the best doctors could. I
had catarrh so bad, but after taking
Peruna it is entirely gone, and I feel
like a different person."
Mis* Anna I'rencott'si Letter.
Miss Anna Prescott, in a letter from
210 South Seventh street, Minneap
olis, Minn., writes:
" I am sincerely grateful for the
relief I have found from the use of Pe
runa. I was completely used up last
fall, my appetite had failed and 1 felt
weak and tired all the time. My drug
gist advised me to try Peruna and the
relief I experienced after taking one
bottle was truly wonderful.
" I continued its use for five weeks,
and am glad to say that my complete
restoration to health was a happy
surprise to myself as well as to my
friends."—Anna Prescott.
A constant drain of nervous vitality
depleting the whole nervous system
causes the mucous membrane surfaces
to suffer accordingly. This is the con
dition called systemic catarrh. It very
nearly resembles, and there is really
no practical difference, between this
condition and the condition known as
neurasthenia, or nervous prostration.
UNDER THE SNOW.
Ghastly Truths Revealed on the Disap
pearance of Winter's White Mantle, i
Deadly dangers lurk in the ground left I
bare bv the departing snow. All \\ inter
long there have been accumulating deadly
disease germs. ..
These have been protected and kept alive
V>v the covering of snow and now, with the ]
first warm days, these death-bringing mi
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and as the ground dries they are carried to
allcomers of the community in the dust that
is blown everywhere by the Spring winds.
The human body at this tune is particu
larly susceptible to these germs, especially
the germs of fevers. The r-ystem has beeii
depleted by the foregoing Winter. The blood
is sluggish and filled with impurities, 'he
nerves have not recovered from the tension
thev have been under for the past months.
The stomach, the bowels, the kidneys, the
liver arc all at their worst.
Tt is therefore, not strange tliattheseperms
of disease find fertile ground in which to
thrive, flourish and develop into deadly ills. j
Spring is the time of year when one should •
fear an attack of fever, especially when the |
system is depleted, one should dread any
severe illness. The vitality is at a low ebb. |
There is less power of resistance to throw off j
disease, and it, is on this account that fatal- i
ities are so much greater during the Spring j
mouths than at any other time of the year, j
There is but one way to ward off such |
dangers, and that is to fortify the human !
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if Vfilil ■ tlie only positivo cure. Pastei
■l ■ ■■ ■ ■ tiorleuctiHpeaks for itself Depoc
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Peruna will be found to effect an im
mediate anil lasting cure in all eases
of systemic catarrh. It acts quickly
and beneficially on the diseased mu
| cous membranes, and with healthy
mucous membranes the catarrh can
no longer exist.
I'rrunn a True Frienil to Women.
Mrs. P. J. Lynch, writes the follow
ing from 324 S. Division street, Grand
ltapids, Mich.:
The I'eruna Medicine Co., Columbus,O.:
Gentlemen —"I earnestly recommend
Peruna to any suffering woman, as it
cures quickly. Last year I had a most
persist en t'eougTi which nothing seemed
to cure. Two bottles of Peruna did
more for me than all the doctors
seemed to do. In a couple of weeks I
found myself in excellent health, and
have been enjoying it ever since.
Hence 1 look on Peruna as a true friend
{ to women." —Mrs. F. .1. Lynch.
Peruna is equally efficacious in cur
i ing catarrh of the throat as in curing
systemic catarrh or catarrh of the
stomach. Catarrh is essentially the
same wherever located. Peruna cures
! catarrh.
I'eriinn Mukm You IVr 1 Like n Seiv
l'er»on.
Miss Mary Coats, a popular young
woman of Appleton, Wis., and pres
| ident of the Appleton Young Ladies'
i Club, also speaks in glowing terms of
| Peruna. A letter recently received
from her by The Peruna Medicine
j Company, of Columbus, Ohio, reads as
follows:
"I am glad to call the attention of
| my friends to Peruna. When that lan
j guid. tired feeling comes over you, and
! your food no longer tastes (rood, and
body so that it will become impregnable to
the germs of invading disease.
TodothistakoDr.Greene's Nervura blood
and nerve remedy. It will build you up
quickly, it will reestablish your waning ap
petite," it will give you restful nights of sleep,
it will give vim and vigor to the nerves,
and it will dispel all existing poisons that
have accumulated in the body besides
counteracting the effects of others that may
accumulate.
Following is an instance that will illus
trate the wonderful power of Dr. Greene's
Nervura blood and nerve remedy.
Sheriff Jonas T. Stevens, who is sheriff of
Hyde Parle. Vt„ savs: —"I have used Dr.
Greene's Nervura blood and nerve remedy
especially as a blood purifier. I had a very
severe humor on my arms, accompanied by
a very bad itching, so severe that T could not
sleen nights. causing me great inconvenience
bv the loss of sleep by tiie itching. A friend
■ advised me to take Dr. Greene's Nervura
, liNod" and nerve remedy, which T did with
! the most satisfactory results, for the
| trouble has entirclv disappeared, and T can
now rest comfortably niehts and have none
of my former misery from the burning,
j itching sensations."
j Remember Dr. Greene's advice will he
j given to any one desiring the same absolute
ly free if thev will write or call upon him at
! his office, 35 W lit' l fff.. Neu* Vrv-k Citv.
SRk A without ton un-
BTH A I bISTV less successful.
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I small annoyances irritate you, Perunu
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"1 have now used it for three sea-
I sons, and find it very valuable and effi-
I caeious."—Miss Marie Coats,
j Diseased nerves are traceable d>-
I rectly to poor digestion, and poor di
gestion is directly traceable to ca
tarrh. Willi the slightest catarrh of
the stomach no one can have good <3i
! gestion.
j Very few of the many women who
have catarrh of the stomach suspect
what their real trouble is. They know
they belch after meals, have sour
stomach, a sensation of weight or
heaviness, a fullness, irregular appe
j tite, drowsiness, gnawing, empty sen
| sations, occasional pain—they all
1 know this; but they do not know that
their trouble is catarrh of the stom
ach. If they did they would take Pe~
j runa.
Peruna cures catarrh wherever lo
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catarrh from the stomach the diges-
I tion becomes good, appetite regular,.
| nerves strong and trouble vanishes,
j Peruna strengthens weak nerves, not
by temporarily stimulating them, but
by removing the cause of weak nerves
—poor digestion. This is the only
cure that lasts. Remove the cause:
Nature will do the rest. Peruna re
moves the cause.
If you do not derive prompt and
satisfactory results from the use of
Peruna, write at once to Dr. Ilartman,
giving a full statement of your case
and he will be pleased to give you his
valuable adviee gratis.
Address Dr. Ilartman, President of
The Tfnrt man Sanitarium. Columbus, O.
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