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E DUKE AND THE WITCH.
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ETEIt PLUMPKIN
I and his wile were as
poor as a couple of
?7 :3?h church mice, and both
satisfied with their
novertv. Tney had
not even a wooden
shantvto live in, so
they made themselves
a home in the hollow
trunk of an enormous
i- fw. which stood
in the depth of a large forest. Peter had
not learned a trade ia his youth and I the
consequences that now he had to hustle
around to make a hvinS for himself and h.s
wife, as best he could. However, he was
the proud proprietor of a very fine pun and
an unusualiv clever doc, and with the aid
of these, old' Pluinpfcin managed to shoot
enough came to keep himself and his wife
from starving. Every morning Peter went
forth trom the hollow oak accompanied by
his faithful dog and his gun thrown over his
shoulder to hunt for his daily food.
One morning as he was just ahcut to leave
his home, Eliza, his wi e, stopped him.
"Look here, Peter," she said, "I am get
ting awlully tired ot living in this old oak
tree. The hollow is almost too small lor
two people to move around in, and when
that old cur of yours and that pun are in
there, too, the place is too crowded to cue
a decent woman like myself a chance to
breathe. ow, I want to give you a w-iru-in,
if things don't very soon ch-mg lor
the better, and vou cannot get a more re
spectable place for me to live in, you and 1
have to part company. I am tired ot this,
I say again, and I will not stand it any
longer, so there'" . . , ,
Old Plumpkin stood scratching his head,
which was in a great whirl pf perplexity.
"l'ou are right, Eliza," he replied it is
very hard lor us 10 he living in a poky old
tree like that, where a man has to have
his hat and his boots oft. before he can en
ter the place. Still I don't know what is to
bedone at nresent. Let ustryanddothe best
we can until something turns up to better
our pofinon."
Eliza promised him she would, and Peter
Plumpkin called his dog. Then he went
onhiswav into the forest. But while he
was walking along he kept thinking of
what his wire h.id told him. It worried
him a great deal, and he more than once ut
tered the wiih that he might only get rich
like so many other people. "While he was
thus engrossed in his thoughts he forgot all
about looking for any game, and had it not
been for his watch ul dog, nobody knows
what might have happened on that event
ful dav. However, the dog suddenly set
up a very loud bark, awakening Peter from
his reverie.
"When he looked around for the cause of
the dog's excitement, he noticed a very
pretty little deer about 20 feet away from
him. The animal did not make the least
attempt to run away. Not even when the
dog ran up to it, did it try to get to its
feet, but remained quiet and passive in the
same place and position where Peter had
first seen it.
"H'm !" muttered Plumpkin, raising his
gun to his shoulder, "you will be an easy
prey to mv ball and powder, it you keep
quiet like" that- "Won't Eliza be glad when
1 bring her home a deer, and she can eat
venison !"
But just at the moment when he had his
finger against the trigger and he was about
to bang awav at the animal, he was startled
by a voice shouting to him: "Put that gun
' dbw n 1"
Peter dropped it like a hot pieceof iron,
while a sense ot fear and trembling over
came him, which made him feel hot and
Peter Discovers the Enchanted Princess.
cold about 20 times within half a minute.
Still shaking from head to loot he looked
around to fil!d where that commanding
voice might have come from, but
he saw nothing. Then he looked
at the deer, and it occurred to him
that the animal must have something to do
with that voice. He advanced toward the
deer, which all this time did not seem to
have changed even so much as a muscle.
"When Peter had come close enough he no
ticed whv the animal did not move, and his
astouishment was great, to say the least.
There the deer lay before him on a large
square stone of granite. Its feet were each
inclosed in an iron band with a short chain
attached to it, and this chain was forged to
the granite. No wonder the animal could
not move.
Old Plumpkin was utterly bewildered and
he stood aghast for a minute, perfectly un
able even to utter a word. However, before
he had an opportunity to give vent to his
feelings of astonishment, benold, the deer
opened its mouth and began to talk.
"Do not be surprised," the animal said,
"at seeing me in this position. I am "Wanda
the bewitched Princess dom the land of In
grobad. Let me tell you my story and I
leel sure you will be sorry Jor"me and help
me to get freed from this tortuous bondage.
"When I was a human being, which is now
many years ago, I was the most beautiful
girl you have ever seen. In fact, the wise
men at my father's court said, there never
lived such a beautiful Princess before in
all the wide world. AVhen I grew up the
nobles from far and near came to our court
and all of them fell in love with" me. But
I cared for none of them. There was, how
ever, a young page boy in my father's
retinue, who was very poor, still he was a
noble, handsome youth, and him I loved
with all my heart. When my lather heard
of our attachment he stormed and raved for
a little while, hut he soon realized that my
happiness depended upon his consent to mv
marriage with the page boy. All arrange
ments were made for grand and splendid
wedding and evprybody seemed as pleased
and delighted as I was myself.
But alasl on the morning of the wedding
day a servantcame to me and told me an old
lady was awaiting me in the park to present
me with an exquisite bouquet oi flowers as a
wedding gilt. I went into the park to meet
the old lady, but no sooner had I set my foot
into the garden when half a dozen armed
soldiers jumped out of the bushes. They
immediately bound me, gagged me and car
ried me away out of the town. I was un
conscious unlil I arrived at a castle, that be
longed to a duke in my father's kingdom,
who was the richest man in the land. I had
always hated him from my days of child
hood. "When I was in the castle.the Duke
came to me and he said:
"Now, "Wanda, you will either marry xne
or else go into banishment for the rest of
your daysl"
"Of course I refused, not only once, but a
hundred times. At last I was taken away
Trom the castle again, and I was led into the
home of an old witch. Shis woman had the
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power to change people into animals. No
sooner was I in her house than she gave me
a draught of a very peculiar liquor? From
the moment I swallowed it I lelt my form
changed, and in about five minutes I looked
like a deer. Then I was brought here and
chained to this granite block, where I have
been eversince. The Duke comes here oncea
day and feeds me. He always asks me again
whether I am willing to marry him. That
is the only condition on which he promises
to liberate me. But I will sooner die than
consent.
"Now. I want you to assist me in getting
away from here, and your fortune shall be
the reward I will make you."
"Tell me what to do," replied Peter
Plumpkin, "and I'll do it."
"The old witch," said "Wanda, "has a
draught which will undo the effects of the
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The Fate of the Witch and the Wicked Duke.
liquor. It you get that for me and I drink
it, I will be the same I used to be, "Wanda
the beautiful pincers."
Peter at once went away to search for the
home of the old witch. After many days
of wandering throughout the forest he at
last discovered a dilapidated shanty under
a copse of oak trees. Peter walked in with
out any fear, his faithfal dog at his heels.
Luckily the witch was not in, and about
the first thing he noticed was a large bottle
with a label attached to it, on which was
written: "This will restore "Wanda's
beauty."
Plumpkin grasped the bottle with all
possible eagerness, put it into his pocket
and ran out of the place. He hurried away
as fast as he could, and .he never stopped
until he got back to the forest where the
princess was still chained as a deer. Peter
at once pulled the cork off the bottle and
poured the liquid down the deer's throat.
"What gratification was it to him when he
noticed how the animal was quickly trans
formed into the beautiful "Wanda again.
Peter looked at the Princess in astonishment,
for he had never seen any woman so beauti
ful and lovely. The Princess at once shook
the chains from her limbs and with Peter
Plumpkin and his dog started at once for
her father's cattle.
They arrived there in due time, and the
rejoicings at the court were so great they
defy all attempts at description. "When
Wanda told her story of the vicious Duke,
the King sent a number of soldiers to his
castle, who brought him back a prisoner.
Then the wjtch was sent after, and she was
alsb caught. When they had got to the
castle the wedding festivities were started.
While everybody was enjoying himself, the
Duke and the witch were in an iron cage in
the middle of the banquet hall. After
Wanda and the page boy had been married,
the Duke and the witch were both killed.
Peter Plumpkin, his wife Eliza and the
dog had a very good time alter that, be
cause they got a good reward from the
Princess and never lived in the old oak
tree any more.
FORESHADOWED IN BEEAMS.
Persons Who Were Warned in Sleep of Ap.
pronchtng Illness.
Some writers admit that there is a type of
dream in which coming phvsical disease or
disaster is shadoned forth some bodily
sensation, perhaps to; slight to be noticed
by the subject when awake, yet contriving
to impress itself in some symbolic form on
the sleeping mind. Tne more striking in
stance of this sort may serve to explain
how, in some lesser degree, certain symbols
are likely to attach themselve s to certain
painful sensations or conditions, until at last
they are finally acrepted as mysterious pre
sages of evil. Conrad Gresner, the eminent
naturalist, dreamed that he was bitten on
the left side by a Tenomous serpent. In a
short time a very severe carbuncle appeared
on the very spot, terminating his life in the
space of three days.
Another scientific man dreamed of being
bitten by a black cat, also suffered in the
same way. A learned Jesuit saw, one night
in his sleep, a man laying his hand upon
his chest, who announced to him that he
would soon die. He was then in perfect
health, but was shortly after carried off by
a pulmonary disorder. A lady, who had a
dream in which she saw all objects dim and
obscure as by a mist, was soon afterward
attacked by a disease of the eye of which
that was a symptom. While many of our
dreams may be traced to occurrences outside
thebody, but which affect the senses, it is
believed that many of these unpleasant
dreams which are sometimes found to pre
cede illness may be occasioned by feelings
or sensations ot which, in the ordinary wak
ing state, we are unconscious. It is In this
way that indigestion is so fruitful a cause of
unpleasant dreams.
AN 0!i SUITED PROBLEM.
Why Do All Srnio Beauties Exhibit a Ten
dency to Become SlomC
Boston Herald j
What is it about the stage that has such a
fattening influence on its divinities? I be
lieve if a walking skeleton should get stage
struck and make the drama a profession, in
six months' time the said walking skeleton
wound be groaning over in convenient
adipose, and have to take to Banting. These
stage stars who manage to keep their figures
lead a life of self-denial that must inter
fere with half the joys of their
career. Caper and frisk as fatiguingly
as they mav, exhaust themselves as
thev do with "study," the fat rolls up,
and lovely rounded contours disappear
beneath the billows. It is said that nothing
even in the line of mental fret and worry
can prevent this predisposed stoutness, and
that its remedy, starvation, causes worse
ills by impoverishing the blood; in fact,
that healthy flesh cannot be antagonized
with safety to the possessor thereof.
If a dread of unshapeliness inspires ab
stemious living, something is gained, but
it is haid lines for the butterflies of the
stage to forego champagne and dainties in
the heyday of youth. Better pass one's life
in a tricycle and dine on beefsteak and stale
bread, as the fair Lillian Russell does, than
succumb to physical grossness, or, better
yet. give up the magnetic flesh-making
stage.
Fire the Chinese Oat.
Judge.;
The Chinese are coming in from Cuba,
landing as Spanish citizens. If this coun
try cannot make laws that will keep those
fellows out, can it not make guns capable
of going off and obliging them to do the
Eame?
fepot Cutli.
Pnek.1
Eeeder A penny for yonr thonehts.
De Euyter It's a go. That is more than
the editors will give.
THE THIED DEGREE:
How Inspector Byrnes Secured Two
Important Confessions.
A MODERN TORTURE CHAMBER.
One of the Shrewd Devices of New York's
famous Detective.
WHY ME. JONES CONFESSED HIS GDILT.
rWRlTTEN TOE TOT DISPATCH.!
Among the manifold fine touches em
ployed by Chief Inspector Byrnes in his de
tective work, no touch shows the handiwork
of a great artist so markedly as the "work
ing of the third degree." To catch a thief
is one thing, to convict him is another. A
thief may be set to catch a thief, but the
evidence of a turncoat evil doer is not
always successful in convicting his prey.
In olden times the "third degree" was fre
quently called into service to supply the
missing link in the chain of testimony, but
the methods of the inquisition and of the
torture bore the same relation to the In
spector's system that the club of a Zulu
warrior does'to the keen-edged stiletto of the
Corsican bandit. The one is vnlgar and
savors of the shambles. The other, equally
cruel perhaps, is as refined as the stroke of a
surgeon's lancet.
How is the "third degree" worked? The
methods are devious and vary with each
candidate. The master of ceremonies is a
master ot his mysterious art and seldom
fails to make the initiation a success. The
following incident will reyeal how the de
gree was recently worked:
Two men were mysteriously arrested not
long ago and taken to the marble headquar
ters of the police department. One ot the
prisoners was about to board an outward
bound transatlantic steamer. His ticket had
been bought His baggage had preceded
him, and he carried a large leather valise in
his hand. As his boot stepped upon the
gangplank, a man of middle age, and fash
ionably dressed, todched him on the shoul
der. The would-be tourist started, and, for
a moment only, turned pale.
HIS TKIP DELAYED.
"Mr. Frisbie Jones?" observed the former
deferentially.
"Yes," replied the latter curtly,
"1 want to see you a minute."
"Can't wait, dear boy," he replied affa
blv. "My boat is about to sail, don't yon
see?"
"Never mind that," returned the middle
aged man reassuringly. "You are not go
ing to Europe on this steamer."
"No!"
"Nol"
"But my trunksl"
"Never mind them, I have ordered them
put ashore, and I want you to go up to
police headquarters with me."
During his brief conversation, the middle-aged
man turned back the lapel of his
coat and displaced the badge of a detective
sergeant.
Mr. Jones' face became ghastly in its
pallor. His square jaw dropped. His black
mustache drooped at the ends, and his low,
broad forehead was creased with wrinkles.
Without a word of remonstrance, however,
he allowed himself to be led by the arm to a
carriage, while another detective saw that
his trunk was placed on top of the vehicle,
and the trio was whirled in silence over the
cobble stones, through the narrow streets to
headquarters. Five minutes later Mr. Fris
bie Jones was in a cell.
About the same time two broad-shouldered
detectives walked into the side door of a
West Side river front saloon, through the
barroom, out of the back door and into a
dark hallway. They ran up a pair of dingy
stairs and knocked at the door of a small
room at the end of the hall. While they
were waiting for a reply, they heard a win
dow raised. Without lurther delay, they
burst the door in just in time to catch a
tall, loosely built man, in the ci; tume of a
longshoreman and scrambling out of the
window on to the adjoining roof. In a
second he was back in the room with a pair
of handcuffs on his wrists. It took the de
tectives only a few minutes to convince the
crowd that had followed them upstairs that
it would be reckless for them to interfern
with the arrest, and they soon reached the
pavement in safety. On a signal from the
officer, a carriage that had been standing on
the opposite side of the street was driven to
the curb and a quarter of an hour later the
second prisoner was in a cell at headquarters
as far distant from that occupied by Mr.
Jones as the building would allow.
IJT THE TOETUKE CHAMBER.
The next morning at 9 o'clock Inspector
Byrnes sat in his square room at police
headquarters. On his desk was piled a mass
of letters and dispatchps, and printed de
scriptions of thieves sent by out-of-town
officials. He had listened to the reports of
his detectives, and given his orders for the
day, and just before he began his work at
the desk, he ordered the middle-aged officer
who had made the arrest at the steamer, to
bring Mr. Frisbie Jones upstairs, give him
a chair a few feet distant from the desk, and
then take a seat at the further end of the
room and watch the prisonrr until he was
relieved. Within ten minutes Mr. Jones
was seated by the Inspector's side.
The night's confinement and his anxiety
to learn the exact cause of his arrest had
told upon him. His face was a shade paler
than it was the day before, and his com
posure was clearly forced. As he settled
himself in his chair, the Inspector gave him
a rapid and comprehensive glance, taking
in h'S neatly combed hair, his curled mus
tache, his chin, collar, cravat, waistcoat,
trousers and boots taking in everything
save the prisoner's eyes. Then, with a sat
isfied nod, the Inspector turned to his mail
and was instantly absorbed in business.
Mr. Jones busied himself with reflections.
Why had he been sent for? To be ques
tioned, of course. But about what? AVhich
crime was he arrested for? What evidence
had they against him? Those were the
thoughts that peopled his brain and wrin
kled his brow in thought. It was at least
half an hour, though it seemed to the pris
oner twice that long, before the Inspector
looked up from his desk, and tapped a bell.
A detective appeared in answer.
"Show the gentleman in!" he said.
A moment later a business man entered
and the Inspector retired to the further end
of the room and occupied another half hour
in consultation with him. He was iollowed
by other visitors. Evidently the routine
business of the officer, was being conducted
without any reference to Mr. Jones' pres
ence. So the time passed until 11 o'cloct.
At this hour the Inspector returned to his
desk and tapped the bell. To the detective
who appeared an order was given in an
under-tone and a few minutes afterward
Mr. Brown crossed the threshold ot the
room.
A LITTLE BY-FLAY.
As he saw Mr. Jones his face turned a
sickly gray and he leaned against the wall
for support. The presence of Mr. Brown
affected Mr. Jones differently but no less
visibly. He grew white, bit nervously at
his mustache, and great drops ol perspira
tion stood out on his forehead. This inci
dent had settled his doubts. He now knew
whv he had been arrested. There were only
two things more to be considered. What
evidence did they have against him? Would
his confederate conless?
Mr. Brown was hurried from the room as
though his appearance at that moment had
been a serious accident, and was followed
into the ante-room by the Inspector. They
remained a tew minntes and the lowmnr
mur of their voices was plainly heard by
the nervous Mr. Jones. When the Inspector
returned and had seated himself at his desk,
he opened a drawer and drew out a letter,
which Mr. Jones plainly recognized as one
he had written to his accomplice. This he
carefully read and placed on his desk under
a paper weight. Then he turned to the
pritoner and gave him another searching
glance, taking care to avoid meeting his
eyes, and with, a little sod that indicated
that his glance had been satisfactory, the
Inspector hastily left his desk, put on his
hat and coat and went out of the office,
leaving the middle-aged sergeant on guard
during his absence.
It was 3 o'clock before he returned. Dur
ing this time the office had been visited by
a score of men, some on one errand, some
on another. The sergeant listened to their
complaints or answered their questions, and
for a second time during the day Mr, Jones
and his arresfwere swallowed up in the
routine business of the huslest department
of the municipal police. Half a dozen
times Mr. Jones attenptedto speak to his
captor of the day before, but each time the
officer skillfully lound some pretext to oc
cupy his attention and prevent a reply.
The prisoner's position was rapidly, becom
ing too irksome to be borne any longer. The
suspense was almost unbearable. He had
made up his mind that when the Inspector
returned he would speak to him at once and
learn the worst without further delay, but
when the Inspector did return, something
happened to prevent the carrying ont oi nis
plan.
THE PLOT TVOBKS.
Mr. Jones heard the Inspector several
minntes before he saw him. He heard the
sergeant at the desk in the outer room call
him by name. He heard the Inspector's
voice talking to the dozen persons who were
waiting there to see him." For a few min
utes there was silence, then he heard the
voice of his accomplice. At first it was low
then it rose as if in anger. The Inspector's
voice was soothing and reassuring, and was
supplemented by the voice of a third per
son, who apparently was acting as a peace
maker. This continued for half an hour,
and during the last part of that time Mr.
Brown was talking alone, save when he was
interrupted by an occasional question from
the Inspector. When the conversation was
ended the Inspector walked into the room
and took his place at the desk. Before look
ing up he drew from a drawer several pawn
tickets, examined them critically, compared
them with a slip of paper he held in his
hand, and for the third time fixed his eyes
on every portion of Mr. Jones's person ex
cept his eyes. Then with a third nod of
satisfaction he laid aside the tickets and be
gun the perusal of his afternoon mail.
Ten minutes later, without a word of en
couragement from the Inspector, Mr. Jones
had made a full and complete confession.
He had planned a robbery in a New En
gland town. It had been successlully car
ried ont by his accomplice, and the returns
had been remunerative beyond his expecta
tions. The pair had separated after divid
ing thp spoils. Jones had intended to sail
for Europe, and did not know nor did he
care where Brown had gone. His own ar
rest had been a surprise, as he had left no
tracks uncovered, and the arrest of his con
federate bad been a still greater one. He
did not know what evidence there was
against him, and had it not been for the
confession of his accomplice he would have
braved the matter out. Mr. Jones, out of
consideration of his professional reputation
for nerve, desired the Inspector to clearly
understand this. But when "a poor, weak
minded knave," as he characterized his late
lieutenant, "gave him away and tried to
save himself by
PEACHING ON A PAL,
he would give the whole snap away," and
tell more much more about that and other
unlawful depredations than the "sniveling
sneak" knew anything about. He would
put him behind the bars, no matter what his
own fate would be.
The Inspector listened attentively to the
confession, jotting down a few notes as to
dates and names, and when Mr. Jones had
finished, withont giving him the slightest
assurance of his prospects, he had him con
ducted back to' his cell. Then with an
expression of gratification that bordered
on a smile and was accompanied by
a chuckle, he summoned a detective
and had Mr. Brown bronght into
his presence. Confronted with the confes
sion of his superior in crime, with many an
oath, the accomplice added his confession
to the former's. Corroborating every es
sential detail and painting the character of
his treacherous companion so black that ink
would have made a white mark on it. Then
he too was led away to a cell, but this time
he was placed in one adjoining his fellow
prisoner.
For a few minutes after the door had been
closed and locked there was silence un
broken save by the footfall of the turnkey
at the end of the corridor. After an effort
to control his v wrath Mr. Jones observed
savagely:
"Well, you did play , didn't you?"
"Yes, I did, you miserable sneak," re
torted Mr. Brown unamiably.
"What did you weaken for?"
"I weaken?" replied Mr. Brown with
scorn. "You're a liar. You weakened
first."
"That's a lie. I heard yon tell the In
spector in the ante-room."
"You did, did von? We never spoke of
this job. He was asking about a Hudson
river job of mine that was worked three
years ago. That was all. When I was
brought up stairs again you had given the
job away. He was working the third de
gree on you, and he did it to the queen's
taste."
"Well!" ejaculated Mr. Jones in tones
of the deepest disgust, "I'll be Ranged!"
"You ought to he," replied Mr. Brown.
Benjamin Nobthbop.
ALL IN A WORD.
The One That He Used lo Express a Like
ness for Home.
Youth's Companion.!
A Boston gentleman who has become rich
by many years of close application to busi
ness was surprised one day by a visit from
an old schoolmate, of whom he bad heard no
news for half a lifetime. This man had
been living in a dozen different Western
States, it appeared, and his story was one of
constant financial trouble. ,
But from his own showing, it was his im
providence and restless fondness for change
which had been the cause of his difficulties.
'He had never stayed long enough in one
place to earn a home for his family.
At last, in an access of homesickness, he
had come back" to Boston. His wile and
youngest child were staying with friends in
one of the suburbs until he could look
about him a little. In short,hc wanted work
in his old friend's business.
Tne merchant replied that he was very
sorry there seemed to be no opening at pres
ent, and urged upon the wanderer the ad
visability ot engaging in some occupation
at which he had already tried his hand.
"You say you have been something of a
farmer," said he; "now I should think it
would be a good plan for you to work up a
market garden in this suburb where you
say yon are staying. It's a good business
if you push it well, and I should think that
in time you could manageto earn a home of
your own. There ts nothing so good for a
man as to own his own home."
"You're right, sir," answered Mr. X ,
rising. He saw that he was reoufled, hut
his dignity was proof against it. ' "It is my
intention to settle down near Boston, and
make my home here. As you sajr, there's
nothing so pleasant for a man as owning his
home. I agree with your sehtiments ex
actly. I am myself a very homegeneous
man."
A Bnll-Froe Crawled Up Ills Back.
Philadelphia Kecord.l,
As Captain Benjamin Boray was landing
from bis vessel recently near Cedarville,
Cumberland county, N. J., an inquisitive
bull-frog explored the inside of the (Cap
tain's pantaloon leg. Having ladies in his
company the Captain could not pursue the
quickest course to dislodge the frog, but in
his frantic flonnderings he stepped into a
mud-hole which forced the investigating
frog up his back and out of his collar.
It's Better to be Civil.
Judge.
The Bev. Mr. Pentecost says if he were
visited by a burglar he wonld receive him
kindly, let him take what he wanted, and
invite him to call again. And he wonld aet
somewhat wisely, because the man wonld
take what he wanted anyway, regardless oi
cost or rawer ot areniecosi.
A DAY WITH A POPE.
All Europe Speculating on the Fut
ure of Pope Leo XIII.
THE PRISONER OP THE VATICAN
Conceded
by Prince Bismarck to be a
Great Statesman.
LEO'S LOYE AND EESPECI FOE AMERICA
1COHEESFONDENCE Or THB DISPATCH. I
Rome, September 9. All eyes are just
now turning on the Vatican. All Europe is
speculating as to the future of the old man
who now sits in the chair of Peter, the fisher
man, and who loves to term himself the
"prisoner of the Vatican."
There is a good deal of fermentation going
on in all the nations of Europe. Bismarck,
Crispi, the Italian Prime Minister, the
rather weak head of the not over-reputable
House of the Hapsburgs; the Czar of-all the
Bussias and the young Emperor of the Ger
mans, not to mention the rulers of Prance,
England and Spain, have a good deal to
worry about
And yet all of them are keeping a very
sharp watch on the grayhaired, slender,
feeble old man who nearly daily walks in
the Vatican gardens meditating how all this
muddle is to come out. Nor is there lack oi
reason for watching this man, whose posi
tion is such that all Europe may at any time
willingly or unwillingly become embroiled
over him and what be claims as his right.
And all this is intensified by the fact that
itis generally conceded that as a master of
diplomacy and state cratt Leo XIII. is the
peer of anyone in Europe. Bismarck, who
is not given to over admiration of opponents,
has freely conceded the great ability of the
present Pope as a statesman. And Bismarck
is no mean judge.
A very different man from Pius IX. is
Leo XIII. Trained in a different school,
possessing a temperament very different
trom that of his predecessor, having an in
tellect finer and more keen, and haying, too,
an ability to look forward into the lutnre
and to fit his course to suit the progress of
thought in and out of the Church, Leo has
been able to leave his mark on the public of
Europe in a no uncertain manner, and has
demonstrated that in many respects he is
among the greatest of the later Popes.
FOOLISH FLYING BUMORS.
Leo XIII. has long since passed tfie term
of three score and ten years, allotted by the
Psalmist for man to live, and is to-day, in
some respects, the most interesting figure in
Europe. Even now in the height ot the en
ervating Italian summer, when one feels
like doing as little as he can, even of talk
ing, gossip is rife concerning this "prisoner
of the Vatican." Now we hear that he is to
leave Borne. Again we learn that he is not.
He is not to have a refuge on the Island of
Malta. He will be sheltered in England.
He will not go to England. He is tn go to
Spain. He is not to go to Spain. He will
buy the principality of Monaco and retire
there. He will do nothing of the sort. He
will go to the United States. He will not
go to the United States.
But aside lrom the political interest at
tached to him, just now (he Pope is receiv
ing a good deal of attention for other
reasons. Pope Leo is an old man.
further than this he is ot late
a very feeble man. He is
still a Pope, every inch of him, and he is
still, as he always has been since he has
been Pope, the master of his household, the
head of his Church in fact as well as in
name, and he still gives his personal atten
tion to the duties of his important office.
Old though he is, there are certain pomp
ous ceremonies in which the Pope must from
time to time take part. But on the whole
his inner life is one of extreme simplicity.
It is thus that he wishes it to be. Increasing
-years have brought "a desire for rest and
quiet. Beside, although Leo XIII. has all
his life been a man of action, and nearly
always in some important executive or
diplomatic position, he is really by in
clination a student, and would be, if he
could, somewhat of a recluse. So despite
the talk about the fact that he is a "pris
oner" within the Vatican walls, I question
if Leo XIII. would like anything better in
the evening of his life than his princely
seclusion in one of the finest palaces in
the world, surrounded by every'luxury, by
what he still more highly prizes, treasures
in art and literature from every land that
no living monarch could duplicate for love
or money.
A HARD DAY'S WORK.
The day's work at the Vatican is a hard
one, and it begins early. Like Gladstone
the Pope is an early riser. In this hot sum
mer weather the age and feebleness of the
Pontitt prevent him from doing as much
work as formerly. However, he is out of
bed long before 6 in the morning. Even as
early as 6 the Pope may be seen by those,
about the Papal household accompanied by
a private chamberlain and som$ servants of
his household descending into the Vatican
gardens. Here he walks and meditates,
and here too he receives his Secretary of
State and other Secretaries. Here, too,
other distinguished visitors are received
when not received in one ot the inner rooms
or in the Pope's private library.
The Pope's morning walk over, and it
is usually made alone, his attendants, even
the Chamberlain, following at a respectful
distance, he returns through the wood,
mounting to bis apartments by means of a
private staircase. Breakfast is a very in
significant matter with the present Pope,
who is, and always has been, a singularly
abstemious man. It is after this that the
Pope turns to business. He manages little
of his vast correspondence personally. The
task would be too great, for his mail is trom
all parts of the world and in all languages.
It is handled by secretaries, passed through
the hands of the Cardinals, who, to Vise a
familiar term, form the Pope's Cabinet.
These are at the heads of the standing com
mittees in the Sacred College. The less
important matters are not brought to the
attention of the Pope at all. Leo XIII.,
however, has managed to keep very well
informed even as to the minor details of the
workings of the vast machine of which he
is the head. So when the Cardinal Prefect
of the Propaganda, or some other Cardinal
holding executive powers, report to the Pope
as to matters in their departments, they
sometimes find that he knows more about
them than they do themselves.
There is some of the work that the Pope
insists upon doing himself. When ad
dresses are sent to him from Catholic con
fessors and conventions, he in many cases
insists upon dictating the replies to them
himself. The same is the case in preparing
his encyclicals. He is perfectly willing to
consult with the members ol tfie Sacred
College concerning the matter of these let
ters, and sometimes he takes advice from
them, but the matter of his public writings
is his own.
A MAN 'WHO INSPIRES RESPECT.
It is in his public receptions and in his
audiences with visitors that Leo XIII. ap
pears to the best advantage to the casual ob
server. He canuot give so much time now
to visitors as he formerly did, as his physi
cians have ordered otherwise. But he still
receives a very large number of all creeds. I
have yet to see either a Protestant or a
Catholic come lrom one of these audiences
unwilling to admit that Leo XIII. is an ex
traordinary man. He must have been a
handsome man when be was young. He
certainly is a handsome old man. One for
gets when he looks on the calm, refined face,
the noble head and the slender frame of the
venerable Pope, whether or not he agrees
with him in religious matters. He sees be
fore him the face of one whose life has cer
tainly not been ill spept, a face that has
been refined by study, by meditation, aud
that bears the imprint of aims and ambitions
that certainly cannot have been ignoble. It
is the face of a man into whose life the
grosser, material things, that men in the
ordinary walks of life meet with, have never
entered. In the great dome-like brow, thejjrork of destruction.
intellectual features, the large but express
ive month, the clear, thoughtful eye, the
strong nose, that only strong men1 have.a
man of any or ot no religion can find much
to admire.
Be you Catholic, be vou Protestant or be
you Hindooitanee, such a face will attract
you. I sometimes hear persons wondering
howitisthat men and women go to the
Vatican expecting to find ammunition for
many future satires upon what they went to
see, and come away with very deep respect
for the pale-faced old man that they cannot
understand, but that remains with them
nevertheless.
In one respect Leo XIIL is like Pius IX.
i He is extremely affable. No visitor who
gains an audience with him is considered
too humble to be treated courteously and
pleasantly: And the Pope's wide knowl
edge of men and affairs enables him to talk
intelligently with most of his visitors.
There is no monarch that I can name who
has such a varied and picturesque throne of
people seeking admission at his court. Yon
see them in the streets ol Borne, yon meet
them in St Peter's, yon find them kneeling
in the ancient church of St John Lateran.
Yon find them about the Vatican mixed up
among the gendarmes, the Swiss guards and
all sorts and conditions of men. In fact
you meet them everywhere you turn.
A COSMOPOLITAN GATHERING.
Now yon meet a lordly patriarch from
Jerusalem or some other part of the East
Again you tread upon the toes of a courtly
Cardinal from France or Spain. Here you
find a broad-shouldered, good-looking pre
late, plainly an Irishman, looking with
something like contempt upon the diminu
tive form of an Italian Cardinal. Mixed
up in the motley throng, inlthe Vatican pal
aces, you will see missionaries from Africa,
bearded like the pard. You will seejesuits
from Japan and from India. You will meet
fat, self-contented padres from Mexico, or
mavhap stumble upon a bronzed priest iron!
the" Upper Saskatchewan or trom Alaska,
while at almost any time you will see good
looking, well-dressed bishops and priests
from the United States, who haye come to
Pome to visit the scenes of their student
days, or to make their reports as to their
diocese", such as have them.
The audiences are not so formal as might
be thought, bnt are very pleasant There is
usually an American representation at
these, and it is usually non-Catholic. The
Pope blesses all with general impartiality,
and I have vet to see any Protestant object
to this. All seems to take it upon the
principle that if the blessing of the Pope of
Borne is of no value in itself, the blessing
of an old man, who has behind him the
record of 70 well-spent years, and whose sun
is setting calm and unclouded in the even
ing of his life, is worth having.
This is the way I look at it.
LeoXIII.is especially partial to America
and Americans. And like most great men
he has a hobby. He believes he knows more
about America than any member of the
Sacred College, Cardinal Gibbons, of course,
excepted. And it is said here that in this
respect heis right. He has long been study
ing America and he has had valuable as
sistance. He has taken into his confidence
such men as Cardinal Gibbons, Bishop
Keane, who is to be the head of the Catholic
University, at Washington, D. C, Arch
bishop Ireland, i of St Paul, Minn., and
Bishop Spalding, of Peoria, 111., the most
E regressive of the American prelates, and
e has not forgotten anything that they have
told him. Tredeeic Sanbubn.
$40 EEWABD FOB HIS CAT.
Taka Wing-, a Chinese Actor, mourning for
the Loss of Hi Companion.
New York World.l '
The heavy rainfall yesterday did not pre
vent the posting of handbills in Chinese let
ters on flaming red paper on all the walls
and doorposts in Chinatown. Translated,
the notices read:
lost, Stolen or Eloped.
J40 Reward
to the party who will recover my white
Chinese Cat.
Missed from No. 10 Chatham square,
Wednesday, the lltb Inst It answers
to the name of "Mew Nan." It sleeps
with its four legs towards heaven.
Taka Wing,
No. 10 Chatham street
The extraordinary price ofTered for the
return of a single cat by a Chinaman who
is not particularly wealthy attracted the
attention of a reporter, who called upon
Taka Wing, the great Chinese female im
personator. Mr. Wing was seated upon his
bunk, mourning the loss of his pet feline.
Ha had played the part of a woman so long
that he seemed to possess even the tender
nature of one, for he was in tears over the
loss of his cat He was surrounded by a
host of other Chinese actors and friends,
who tried to console him, but Wing would
not be comforted.
"You see," said Taka Wing, "it has been
my bosom Iriend and faithful companion. I
brought it over with me from China. It
was so affectionate and seemed to under
stand the Chinese lingo so well that she
could almost sing it out in her sleep. When
she slept she followed my example, lying
squarely on her back. When 1 went on the
stage last night I left the cat in the cook's
care, but when I came back it was gone.
Perhaps it has followed your American
custom and eloped."
Taka Wing's cat was luxuriously pro
vided for and had a daily menu as carefully
prepared as was that of her master.
SLIGHTLY SIMILAR.
The
Difference Between Cane and
Corn
Rnlher'Aptly Illustrated.
A traveler crossing Kansas saw for the
first time a great field of sugar-cane, bnt
mistook it tor Indian corn, which it some
what resembles. Intending to be affable,
he said to an old farmer sitting near him in
the car:
"That's a fine field of corn, sir."
"Call it corn up your way, do yon?" was
the response.
"Why, isnt it?"
"Well, it mought be corn, mebbe," said
the farmer, with a slow smile. "It mought
be corn just as our old cat mought have
been a rabbit the time he got shot fur one."
"How's that?"
"Well, old Tom was licking his way
through the wood back of our house, one
day, as fast as he could cut, and my son
Jakevwas out with his gun, and shot him
down fur a rabbit When we come to gibe
Jake about it, he says, says he, 'Well, I
'low he mought have showed more ears.' "
The traveler laughed heartily as he
glanced again from the car-window at the
slender, earless stalks of the sugar-cane,
and he laughed again as the farmer con
cluded: "An' jest in the same way, stranger, that
thur cane mought have been corn if it had
contrived to show nvire ears."
AEJli W0K11S 0.N THE MARCH.
The Strange Sight Thm Interested a Gronp
of Georgia Men.
Gainesville (Ga.) Eagle.
Our attention was called a few days ago
to a gronp ot men and boys intently witch
ing something on the pavement imme
diately in front of Z. T. Castleberry'3 resi
dence on Washington street. We joined
the party and saw what at first glance ap
peared to be a snake 2 or or 3 feet long and
about the size of a man's little finger. It
as moving slowly and did not appear to
notice those around it, as a real snake would
probably have done. We were then re
quested to look and examine the object
more closely, and on doing so fonnd, to onr
astonishment, that instead of being a solid
body it was composed of myriads of little
worms about an eighth of an inch long aud
about as thick as an ordinary pin.
We have been informed by one who
seems to know, that these are the regular
army worms, and that when they first ap
pear they often mass themselves, as above
described, and travel until they find suita-
nble feeding grounds, then, when large
enougn, they separate ana commence their
SUNDAY THOUGHTS
AND
BY A CLEBGYMAN.
IWWTTSX TOn THZ DISPATCH. 3
One of the brightest of onr clergymen
met one of the keenest of our lawyers, the
other day, and in the course of s cosy chat,
they fell to interchanging experiences.
Both agreed that it was harder to-day to
pull out of the crowd than ever before.
They were of one mind, too, In tracing the
difficulty to the fact that onr times have
leveled everything up. The average ex
cellence is high. To be great in anything
nowadays, demands genius of the most
pronounced type. We have reached an age
when, in Lord Bacon's phrase, "Learning
lights her torch at every man's candle."
There is a democracy in everything.
The mimster, not in the way of complaint,
but as a matter of fact, indicated some of
the changesjn his call. Said he:
"Why, CO years ago the pnlpit was
schoolmaster, magazine, newspaper, encly
clopedia, as well as theologian. The cler
gyman 'was easily and undeniably the chief
man In the community. He spoke ex cathedra.
Now he is divested ot adventitious advantages.
He ts a man among men. The white cravat,
instead of being starched with sanctity,! often
looked on as a sign of theological distress. The
minister's influence is that ot character."
"WeU." remarked his friend. "Isn't that a
gainr
"In one sense it Is." was the reply. "In an
other sense it is a distinct loss. The pulpit is
dwarfed to the common stature. Its authority
as a mere pulpit is out of date, like last years
almanac Moreover, the multiplication of aux
iliary agencies has brought the clergy into
sharp competition with a host ot rival influ
ences. The dally press, the monthly, the lec
ture have not only increased the popular intel
ligence, they have created a public taste, made
a fashion and compelled the pnlpit to conform
as well as compete. Now, it- is not easy to
preach twice a Sunday year in and y?ar out to
substantially the same congregation, and be
fresh and varied and vigorous and stimulating
In each sermon."
"The editor is even worse oft," remarked the
lawyer, "for he talks 365 times every year to his
andlence and In print, where an; repetition
can be traced."
"No doubt that is a tenjflc strain," conceded
the parson. "The newspaper man, however, is
helped by current events to his themes is sup
plied by the news. Whereat we have to preach
within the limits of a single subject; a great
one, it is trne. but always essentially the same.
Ole Bull used to mage divine music, on one
string of bis violin. We are not always as suc
cessful in harping upon our one string. Then,
again, the newspaper has a different function
from the pnlpit. The editor may say with
Montaigne: 'Others form man; I only report
him.' it is endless and thankless work to
tinker humanity. Men will thank you and pay
you for flattering them; but when it comes to
correcting them they vote you a bore. I con
clude, then, that while the average ability of
the pulpitis higher to-day than at any previous
date, it is more difficult now to attract and hold
a congregation than ever before. The minister
has been stripped o( his old prerogatives and
the people demand more, which the limitations
of the case and the competition of the press
and the lyceum make it Increasingly hard to
supply."
"You are leaving out of the account those
great helps which come to the preacher in
man's religious nature. Every temptation,
every trial, every sorrow is a text The uni
versal demand for sympathy gives yon pul
piteers an opportunity."
"True," said the parson, "I do not forget
that. That is onr mainstay our ralson d' etre,
as the French say. But we have always had
that. I am marshaling now some of onr diffi
culties. And I cannot help thinking that the
year of grace 18S9 is a little hard on our cloth."
"Well," commented bis friend, "1 see no help
for it save in the cheerful resignation of yonr
former privileges and the redoubled cultivation
of character. "There is no eloquence,' says
Emerson, "withont a man behind it' So yon
must recognize the truth that a consecrated.
Christlike manhood must now vitalize your
sermons, 'mere is more explosive force in the
dynamite of character than in all the power of
privilege and position."
Fletv and Every Day Eenllty.
It is one of the happiest tendencies of onr
day to regard religion as no longer a hermit,
dwelling m seclusion and exclusion. More
and more It is demanded that religion shall bo
a diffusive, every day reality. As Peter was
not suffered to build a tabernacle on Mt,
Tabor to commemorate the transfiguration,
but was sent down to preach what he thought
and felt in the dusty plain, so to-day Christians
are called out of their isolation 'to toil and
reap among the poor and neglected ot earth.
It is increasingly felt not only that the place to
test but the place to show religion Is In the
very midst of the busy world. The old dis
tinction between sscred and secular Is disap
pearing. There Is a wide-spread conviction
that every lawful pursuit Is sacred and not
profane; that every honist position in life lies
close to the steps of the great white throne;
and that the most beaten and familiar paths
lie under the shadow of the Infinite. We are
called to go about on.- daily tasks and fill our
common relationships with hearts of worship
and pulses of unselfish love. Is not this better
than the conception which makes religion an
isolated peculiarity for a corner of the closet
and a fraction of the week, and leaves all the
rest of time and space an unconsecrated waste,
a moral desert of Sahara, where lawless pas
sions travel like Arabs, and where selhshncs3
pitches its tents?
Piety, to bo of mnch worth, must abide with
us in our homes, must direct us in onr busi
ness, must make us better husbands and wives,
and fathers and mothers, and children and
neighbors. It must color all we are and do.
"St. Paul." exclaims a celebrated preacher,
"was a tentmaker. I pledge you ne made the
best tents to be had in the country. Show me
that he wittingly put in a yard of poor materia),
or took one heedless, shuffling stltcb. and I
here and now repudiate his epistles, whatever
show they may make of divine inspiration. He
might not have been as skillful a tentmaker as
some other man, but If be did not make as good
a tent as he could, be was ashlltless, false soul,
no more fit, no more able to receive "the in
spirations of the Almighty" than the body of a
common rock can take in the sunlight and the
dews that fall upon it"
Socialism In France.
M. Henri Baudrillart in a report to the Paris
Academy of Moral and Political Science, brings
to light some important Socialistic facts facts
which have their counterpart 1 America.
France contains 219,270 houses which have no
windows. In these windowless houses 1,309,6(30
persons live.
In Pans there are 4,000 families in dwellings
which have no heating apparatus. The" over
crowding is frightful. In the city which boasts
that it is the center of civilization from 20.000
to 30,000 families (not persons) live each in a
single room, five or six individuals of different
ages and both sexes living together: three or
four persons in many instances sleeping in the
same bed. The. physical degeneration and the
moral degradation inevitably resulting from
such a state of things, may be imagined.
Remarking upon this Si. Baudrillart warns
the well-to-do classes that they are ignoring at
their peril tho bitterness and hate engendered
in these districts by the contrast between their
misery and the uncaring splendor of St Ger
main and the laughing boulevards.
There is. a similar condition prevailing in our
large cities especially in inose on ine Atlantic
seaboard. The Frenchman's cry of warning
may well sound in the ears of American re
ligion and philanthropy.
"So many worlds, so much to do.
So little done; snch things to be!"
The Kill Effects of Science.
A celenrated German theologian quotes
Buechner as declaring that the mfsslou of
modern materialistic science is to destroy the
notion of a future life and of all supernatural
objects. He quotes Hellwald as asserting that
"it is the purpose of science to kill all ideals.
Its business is to show that faith in God and
faith in religion are a deception; that morality,
love, freedom, human rights are a 'ie, mere in
ventions of men for the sake of preservation."
He thereupon remarks :
"Is it strange that men turn away from a sci
ence which aims to destroy all that is dearest
to the human heart and which becomes the
worst enemy of humanity? Seriously the ques
tion is asked whether the science of the nay is
a blessing or a curse. The Russian novelist
Tolstoi vigorously opposes the prevalent sci
ence with Us materialism, its exaltation of
brutes and its degradation ot man. He holds
that we know self best and matter least of all,
and that the knowledge of elf is the key to
the knowledge of the universe. Love and the
spirit of helpfulness, not materialistic science,
he regards as the redemptive social force s,"
Comparative Ucllglom Stntlsllca.
The third edition of Zaeckler's "Handbucb
der Theologlscben Wlssenschaftar" contains
important statistics of the strength of the
various churches of Christendom. Exact
figures are, of coarse, out of the question; but
the greatest pains have been taken to get cor
rect results. The conclusion reached Is as fol
lows: Greek Church, 92,000,000; Roman Catho
lie 210,000,000; Protestants. 150,000,000.
L Significant la the progress of the various. 1
chureheswltUBtke kwtMsyeaM. Vm1
tolsS&tbe isereate Earope wa m I
Protestant., ftnm 37.9eft(0 tn 86.)8.: 1
Catholic. 8Q.oea.eeo to K4.eee.eoo: Greek Cbwefc.'
t0e0,080to 88,98e.8ft. That k, the percentage '-
at IncrcaM in: Protestants. 2.36:' Koma
Catholics, 192; Greek Chnreb, 2.07.
Short 'Bumimj Sermons.
Ora thing bbM be something ia order m
produce something. Qotiht. '
Amokg so many can He caret
Can special love be everywhere
A myriad homes a myriad ways ' ,
And God's eye over every pteee?
I asked; my soul bethoaght of thte;
In just that very place of his
Where He bath put and keeaetk ye
God bath no other thing to do!.
Have the courage to discharge a debt wssHe
yon have got the money ia your peekec 3Aro(
Sentences.
What Is fame? The advantage ot Seteg
known by people of whom you kBawTKrtnte;
and for whom you eare as BWe. Maxim ta
Live By.
Men and women, in raarryiatf, make a vew of
loving one another. WonM It net be better fee
their hanpineM if thev asade avow of pteastag
one another? Stanitlaut.
The Word of God pro yes the troth of raMrion
the corruption of man its seeeesttft geveTH
ment its advantage. Jo.
The head is always the dupe of the Jiewt
Eochefaucauld.
Frivolous cariosity about trifles,, and
laborious attention to little qbeeH wMeh
neither require nor deserve & aomont's
thought. lowers man, who' frsffl thesee is
thonght (and not nnjastly) lnoaBaMesf great
matter. Cardinal de Retz very nogmetonMy
marked out Cardinal Chlgl for a lttMfl rand
from thgmoment be told him that be bod wrote
three years with the same pea, and that it was
an excellent good oae still. Zoro Cheiterfieid.
PbospemtY doth best discover vlee. bt ad
versity doth best discover virtue. ori.Bseen.
PHILOSOPHY is a good horsa rathe WaHe,
but an arrant jade on a journey. GotkmHk,i
Vasitt calculates but poorly on the vaatty
ot others: what a virtue we should dfotiH from
frailty, what a world of pain we thestd save
our brethren. If we would suffer our weakness"
to be the measure of theirs. BulwerLyUe.
EXTB1Y1GAHCE IS CHABITL
Papa Slakes a DiicoTerr WhHe FUag Us1
His Daughter's Accounts.
Boston Herald.l
An extravagant Back Bay girl started ot
last year to keep an account of her expenses
in a tiny vellum-bound, silver-BeaegVassed
book. The exterior of the volaase rsmliuV
one of a hvmnal orsome other dmbs tesJ
"i.... , i ,.! .j- .,.-: .."v:
asu lis cuukuh aisv courcy tug m b
mademoiselle Is not wholly given up 4a :;'
worldly follies. For across nearly everr M
Mnlmi ta nri;ttiivt in hf 7ftao 1&A wamI .
"charity." .Not long since, this yftsag
ladv reauired a. bie check fros her '
natural banker, and as she oeaHut ,
make "the columns add up," toefc.
her book to him with the request tW pfft
would fix. it! Papa did fix it, and tfces.
mildly remarked, though he litfe4'Ms
daughter to be charitable, the amount sveei-
fied seemed somewhat large in preportie ts ,
her allowance. -i
"Ob, yes, dear," said this dutiral ye(f.5JKa
person, "so it is, but you know wherever'
chanty occurs it really means my areas -Jsi
maker's blunder. As 1 oaa't wear ttaT
4 It I ha4 4 ! 4 hi am MaVlHjh am j3 Hall "
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their cost charity. See?" ''"'.
Papa did, but he meekly suggested", h ,
one benefited by snch charity she had better t,
employ more reliable dressmakers, of be less 'j
fastidious about her clothes.
A PERFECT!
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A. purely Vegetable
Compound that expets
all bad humors frets Mm
system. Removes Motet
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makes pure, ties Meed.
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MEDICAL.
DOCTOR
WHITTIER
814 PEtW AVENEE, PITTSBURG, PA
As old residents know and back files of Pitts- ,
burg papers prove. Is the oldest estaMwaed
and most prominent physician In the city, de
voting special attention to all chronic diseases.
firPr-N0FEEUNTILCURED
MCTJWni lOand mental diseases, physteal
IN Ln V UUOdecay, nervous debility. Iaokof
energy, ambition and hope. Impaired rnesi
orv, disordered sight, self distrust, basaf alness,
dizziness, sleeplessness, pimples, eruption?. Im
poverished blood, fading powers, organic weak
ness, dyspepsia, constipation, consumption, un
fitting the person for business, society and mar
riage, permanently, safely ana privately cured.
BLOOD AND SKINfeAS
blotches, falling hair, bones pains, glandater
swelling!1, ulcerations of tongue, mouth, threat,
ulcers, old sores, are cured for life, and blood.
poisons thorong,
URINARY,
poisons thoroughly eramcatea irora tne system.
Kianey ana niaaaer aerange-.
ments. weak back; gravel, ca
tarrhal discharges, inflammation and other
painful symptoms receive searching treatment,
prompt relief and real cures.
Dr. "Whlttler's life-long, extensive experi
ence. Insures scientific and reliable treatment
on common-sense principles. Consultatloa
free. Patients at a distance as carefully treated
as it here. Office hours 9 A. K. to 8 P. M. Snn
dav, 10 A. H. to IP. St. only. DR. WHITTIER,
811 Penn avenue, Pittsburg, Pa.
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Resulting from Folly, Vice, Ignorincs, Ex
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corps of Assistant Physicians may be on
suited, confidentially, by mall or in person, at
the office of THE PEABODY MEDICAL HS
STITUTE, No. 4 Bulfinch SL, Boston. Man., to
whiilh all orders for hooks or letters for advice
should be directed as above. aulS-67-Tnrsnwfc
GRAY'S SPECIFIC MEDICINE
CURES
NERVOUS DEBILITY,
LOST VIGOR.
LOSS OF MEMORY.
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wm irer. jua rename uray ar
Spec! He sold by drusglets oaly (a
yellow wrapper. I'riee. tt per
package, oralxforSS. orbrnJaA'-
on rpcelDt of nrlce. b-r fttlrirau- -
ng THE GKAT AlEDIULNE CO, Hnfialo, H. r
sold n rntsbursr bTS.b. HULL.AKU. contw'
Smlthflrld and Liberty sts. sdI3-'B
cxki's Cotton. ZRocrto
COMPOUND
imnosed of Cotton BooL Tarunr ami
Pennvroval a recent dtscoverr W aa '
'Id nhvslclan. h mccemfvMu uil
t7ioWHi-tate, tnectuai. race gj, By ui,
sealed. Ladies, ask your druggist for Geek's
Cotton Root Compound and take bo safes Wote,1
or lnoloso 3 stamps for sealed particulars Ad
dress POND LILY COMPANY, No, 3 Pith?
Block, 131 Woodward ave., Detroit, Ms.
S-Sold .In Pittsburg. Pa., by Joseph Ilea,
ing & aon. Diamond and Market sts. eM.
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