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the advisability of sea bathing as usually
practiced. The use of a bathiug dress I
think injurious, because when thoroughly
wet its cold, damp folds cling to the wearer
3cd thus prevent that necessary reaction of
which I have spoken and which is so essen
tial to the healthfulnessof bathing. I am
told that in parts 01 the British West Indies
in Kingston, Jamaica, especially sea
baths are so prepared that a bathiug dress
may be dispensed with. This is done by
building small enclosures out into the tea
on the principle of miniature natstoriums.
Each is supplied with small dressing
rooms, and one may there disrobe and make
the acquaintance of old Neptune in com
plete teclusiou and in a complete state of
nature. I think this the only true way to
extract the fullest possible benefit from sea
bathing.
I think gymnastic and athletic exercises
hate largely assisted me to grow old health
fully and vigorously. In mv boyhood.
early manhood, aud even in my old age I
have engaged in these pastimes. I have
always been careful to avoid violent exercise
and all excessive effort. I early made it a
rule never to attempt any feat ot strength or
agility thatl did not believe to be far within
the limits of my powers. Unless I firmly
believed myself capable of easily perform
ing something twice as difficult asthe feat
in auestion I never attempted it. The
frenerat observance of this rule would pre
vent anyone from ever being injured by
athletic exercises. It is because they at
tempt feats which greatly overtask their
strength that so many very strong men die
early. Another circumstance which I think
has greatly helped me to grow old is the
power I hate alwas had of completely
bcmshing from my mind at will all the
cares and troubles ot life. Thus no matter
how great the affairs weighing upon me I
have always been able to sleep soundly and
peacefully. Von Bismakck.
TEE FATHEE OF SHIP CAKALS.
.
Observance of Nature's Lain Preserved
Ferdinand de Lesseps.
Ferdinand de Lesseps, father of the Suez
and Panama canals, writes thus:
I was born in "Versailles in 1805. Mv
father, Jean Baptiste Barthelezai, Baron de
Lessees, was a wise and judicious man, who
devo ed himself assiduously to both my
mental and physical education, leaving
nothing undone to endow me with mens
sana in corpore sano that sound mind in a
sound body which is the most valuable her
itage from a parent to his child. "While my
mind w is being cultivated my body was
being judiciously exercised. I was re
strained .roni overtaxing myself either men
tally or physically.
The example of proper care of my mind
and bodv thus set me by my lather has been
constantly before me, and I have regulated
rov J e in accordance with it. I have al
wa; s observed regularity and temperance in
Ej my habits. Though I was but 20 years
o' age when I entered the diplomatic serv
lre, being appointed attache to the French
C onsulate at Lisbon, I was careful to avoid
tue excesses with which young men in such
pnsn ous are sometimes betrayed.
In mj 21th year I was made attache to
the Consul General at Tunis, and during
my residence there, I was especially careful
to avoid everything that could possibly
bnn0 upon me the ill effects ot the climate,
as 1 also was while Consul at Alexandria,
in Egvpt, to which post I was appointed in
1SSX, and when exposed to the sudden and
sei-re change irom the Egyptian to the
I'utca clim&te on being made Consul at
Hotterd.im, in my 35th year.
lr baoiy lew men have been more ex
posed to cumatie changes, which physicians
tea u aie espec. ally trying to the system.
Fruc Rotterdam I was transferred to the
C'itiolate at Barcelona, and from there to
Alexandria, only to be soon retrausferred to
Larcelona. Then I was Minister at Madrid,
aja ...it. r the revolution of 1848 I repre
sented the French llepublic at Home. The
exct ft t health anu physical vigor I eu
j ved in all these varving climates some of
them very trying to anyo'ie not to the man
ij t born I attribute to the temperance and
regularity of ray habits, and to the observ
ance ol Ml the precautions and regimen of
t..e natives of the country in which I was
lirio'.
Wi en the construction of the Suez Canal
called me again to E;ypt, I was still mind
in' ot t!ese thing"!, and I did not forget
them when, later in lite, the Panama Canal
cia med my attention.
It is to regularity and temperance in all
thinus and to a careful observance of
patuie'. i.i ws that Iattribut my happy and
Tigorous old age.
Feedinand de Lesseps.
8H0WKAN BAEHUITS EECIPE.
Actiwtr, Temperance. Cheerfulness and
Making Others Happy.
Hon. P. T. Barnum, who for more than
half a centurv has reigned as king of
American showmen, and who, like old
Prime, is nigh on to 81, attaches great im
portance to temperance, as will be seen from
hi appended reservations:
I h 've no doubt that my advanced age
and the good health I still enjoy are due in
so small measure to my strict temperance
principles, with which my practice perfectly
Bfcoras. An eential point in living to be
very aged is to totally abstain from alcoholic
stimulants looaico and narcotics. I am
perfectly well acquainted with the fact that
manv Mien who have used whisky and
tobacco i ith moderation all their lives have
1 veri to be very old; but such cases are only
the exceptions, which prove the rule that
the use of either alcoholic liquors or tobacco
fn.'-s to shorten life. Between the years
1637 and 1847 I drank intoxicants to some
extent Duriug a part of that time I was in
En?. and, where the custom ot drinking
ET-iaiit w.is universal, and 1 found that my
desir tor stimulants was steadily increasing.
AT length my craving for them became so
great that I saw that liquor would work mv
ruin unless I gavo it up at once and for
eve: I fl.J bt, and have been a total ab-staia-r
ever since. To that circumstance I
large', v attribute my haying passed, by more
than ten years, the period of three score years
and ten Allotted as the days of men.
In addition to being strictlv temperate,
I have always been careful. I once adopted
as mv laanly motto the words: "Love God
and Be lleiry," and firmiy believe that he
who taithfully follows that precept in all
that it implies is pursuing a course well cal
culated to enable him to live to be silvery
old Besides being temperate and trying to
love God actl be merry. I have also tried, in
mv humble way, to make others happy.
That is a wonderful promoter of health and
longevity. He who is trying to alleviate
life's ills for those around him has no time
to benruc morb.d by thinking" of those with
wb.eh he himself has been afflicted.
Again, I hae always been busy. The
health ul exeiciseof all our physical and
mental powers unquestionably tends to pro
mote long life. 1 nave alwavs detested idle
ness, and have always been careful to avoid
it It is wonderful how much may be ac
complished in the odds and ends of time
wuirh most people allow to go entirely to
waste. I can say, with Cicero, that
Mirough my long lite even my leisure mo
dems have had their occupations.
I think, then, to sura up briefly, that my
haviog reachea my present advanced age is
due to temperance, cheerfulness, trying to
do son eihitig to contribute to the enjoy
ment of others, and coustaut, judicious em
picyment of all my powers of mind and
body ' ' Bakxcm.
POET LATJEEATE OF ENGLAND.
His Length of Lire Attributed to the Fact
That He Doesn't Worry.
Tennyson, England's pott laureate, ad
vocates taking life easily in the following
terms:
My haying celebrated my 81it birthday Ii
probably in consequence of my riot haying
worried or fretted oyer the small affairs of
life. "Cast all your cares on God," it
Enoch Arden's advice to his wife. I have
tried to do so, and by His grace I have
lived to be old.
AUTRED TENNYSON.
SMITH'S SAD STORY.
He Was a Very Sick Man, but Couldn't
Make Anybody Believe It.
EVERYONE SAID HE LOOKED WELL.
Kg Escape From Eating Breakfast and Had
to Work Till He Fainted.
D0CTOB AND DRUGGIST MOCKED Bill
IWRITTBir TOE THE DISFATOn.!
The story of John Smith touches a sympa
thetic cord in my souk Doubtless if John
himself had told it to me I should have lis
tened with wall-eyed indifference, aud at the
close should have said a few words about
my own harrowing tough luck before wish
ing the gentleman an empty good day. I
should have said that I had been all through
it myself; that I had deserved it much less
thau he; that I had borne it much better,
and that if he didn't leave off being sorry
for himself and begin to be sorry for me, he
must indeed be a soulless clod.
But now that John is dead, and there is no
prospect of a monument, or a relief fund, I
can see where his story treads upon the sore
toe of our common experience, and I can pity
him. The facts, in brief, I shall relate in a
calm, dispassionate tone, as follows:
John Smith, a sober and industrious citi
zen, awoke one morning feeling as if be had
been drunk four weeks. As a matter of
fact, he had never tasted the intoxicating
cup. It was somebody else who had had the;
spree, and who, on that morning, though
some hours later, doubtless awoke feeling
very well indeed.
But John Smith could have sworn that
his brains were stewed glue, while his blood
Me Sal on Sis Bed and Sneezed.
was of the temperature of that strange,
sickly fluid which flows out of the hot water
pine in a boarding house bathtub. Theroof
of John's month was sticky, and his tongue
was coated with the ashes of despair. He
sat on the edge of his bed and sneezed
feebly. ,
"John," said Mrs. Smith, opening the
door a little way, '"breakfast's getting
cold."
"So am I, dear, with the dranght from
that door on my back," replied John. "In
deed, I am sick already."
Xo Sympathy From His Better Halt.
"Nonsense, John." said Mrs. Smith, "I
never saw you looking better in my life.
Come along quick; I've got a breakfast
especially for you, and trouble enough it's
been to me."
John asked what it was, but he really had
no curiosity. His stomach felt like the in
terior of a whitcdsepulchcr, and the thought
ot food made him sea sick.
"Sausages and buckwheat cakes," said
Mrs. Smith cheerfully, and banged the
door. John could have wept at the prospect
of eating sausages, but by a strong effort of
will he continued to array himself for the
day. By and by Mrs. Smith opened the
door again.
"John," she said, "why don't yon
hurry?"
"Mary," he replied solemnly, "I feel
"What an idea! Men are all hypochon
driacs. Every little ache or pain makes
them think they're going to die."
Pa," cried John Smith, Jr.. "the buck
wheats is bully.
1113 Experience on the Street.
John groaned. Then he alioned himselt
to be led into the dining room, where a plate
heaped high with sausages and buckwheats
awaited him. Half an hour later he arose
with a sigh, feeling as if he had eaten two
bull teniers and a dozen fried door-mats.
Oa the way to his work be encountered an
acquaintance, to whom he was about to con
fide the story of his melancholy condition,
but the gentleman complimented him on his
unusually robust appearance, and struck
him for halt a dollar.
John was not a professional man but
earned an honest living as a sub foreman in
a factory. When he reached the scene of
his toil, he was in snch a condition that a
living seemed the last thing he should wish
to work for. So he went to his immediate
boss and said: "Mr. Jewks, I am feeling
sick, and "
. "There is a good deal of sickness about,"
responded Mr. Jewks. "As for me, I'm
totally broken up ought to be at home in
bed this minute. Got the rheumatism in
both legs, and a head on me well, it's no
use describing it to a stout, hearty man like
yoa. Oh, Smith, you ought to offer up
thanks night and morning, for the blessing
of heilth. And, by the way, hustle those
big cases down off the top shelves; we've got
to take account of stock to-day."
Would Try It Until Noon.
Mr. Jewks walked to the other end of the
room, where he sat and chewed tobacco in a
despondent manner, rubbing his rheumatic
legs occasionally. John drew a long breath
and wondered if he could stand it till noon.
"Perhaps I can go out then," he reflected,
"and get something in a drugstore that will
make me feel better."
So he went to work in a dim, misty man
ner; and, because he was sick and comfort
less and wretched, everything went wrong,
and the invisible finger of Duraluck put
nails where they would tear his clothes, and
Doctor. Tm a Sick Man.
made him stub his toe and lall over fragile
and valuable objects with his arms fnll of
things which rolled into obscure corners
whence only painful search could discover
them.
At noon John was feeling much worse, so
he crawled across the street to a drug store
and asked for something that would resur
rect the dead.
Cold Comfort From the Druggist.
"Here is our own preparation," said the
druggist, "it is superior to anything else in
the market."
He handed John a bottle of water with a
beautiful green label.
"What do yon think ii the matter with
me?" asked John.
"A trifling over-indulgence In bad whisky,
nothing more," replied the genial druggist.
"You'll be all right to-morrow; but for a
few days I wouldn't drink anything before
10 o'clock in the morning, and then only
the pure article such at we sell in our hack
room. Have you seen onr back room?
Never drink? Ah. "We sell alcoholic pre
parations only on prescriptions. The re
storer will be $3 75. Thank you."
At 4 o'clock John was so much worse
that he felt obliged to tell Mr. Jewks about
iiw 1
THE
it again. He hesitated, remembering what
a failure he had made ot the first attempt.
"My voice belied me," he mused. "It is
a very healthy voice lor a sick'man."
A Voice lake Walling Winds.
"With this idea in mind he addressed Mr.
Jewks in a tone which sounded like the
wind blowing through weeping willows in
a lonely graveyard. Mr. Jewks eyed him dis-
Anything That Will fiaise the Dead t
trustfully, and John felt like a fraud. Al
though his accents did not even faintly
typify the condition of his stomach, he could
not deny that the voice was assumed. He
began to doubt whether he wasn't feigning
sickness after all, and he allowed Mr. Jewks
to persuade him to go back to work.
But as he was returning to his post, he
fainted away at the head of a flight of stairs,
and fell down to the sidewalk, where he re
gained his senses and took a car up town.
He was fortunate enough to secure a seat,
though it was the last one left vacant. Two
blocks farther up the street a powerfully built
woman boarded the car. She ran her eye
rapidly over the occupants of the seats, and
all the men immediately buried themselves
behind their evening newspapers, except
John, who didn't have any. The member of
the weaker sex strode up to John and
planted herself firmly in front of him.
Forced to Give Up His Seat.
'(Now, John wasja courteous man who had
scruples aooui allowing a jaay to stauu, out
on this occasion he felt that his illness was
a sufficient excuse, and he tried to make
her aware of it. He coughed feebly and
put his hand upon his heart. Then he
passed it across his throbbing temples and
sighed. But the woman sniffed disdainfully,
and intimated plainly that she was not to
be fooled by such a thin pretense. She
gazed at John with a sad but patient eye,
just as a turkey buzzird sits on a dead limb
watching a sick cow in a remote corner of
the pasture. John shuddered. Her cold
and callous eye was killing him. He gave
her his seat rather than bequeath it to her;
and, at the next corner, got off the car, and
called on his family physician, who lived on
that street.
"Ah, John," said the doctor, heartily,
"glad to see yon looking so well."
"Doctor, I'm sick," said John.
"Nonsense, old fellow." cried the merry
son of Esculapius (who attended John's
family for a stated sum per year), "you're a
little down in the mouth, that's all; cheer
up. You'll leel all right to-morrow. Never
saw vou looking better. Stomach feeling
bad? Get Mrs. Smith to put a teaspoonful
of soda in a cup of warm water. That's all
you need. People take too much medicine
nowadays."
And So John Smith Died.
John got out on the sidewalk somehow,
and tried to feel encouraged; but at the cor
ner he felt so much worse that he asked a
policeman for an ambulance.
"Who's hurted, noo, I dunno?" inquired
Policeman Mahaffy, as he pulled the call.
"It's me," said John faintly, "I'm sick."
"Go on wid yez, ye rapscallion," cried
Mahaffy, waving his club. "Did ye tink it
was funnv makin' me pull de call for uoth
in?" John sat down on tha curbstone, put his
head against a lamp post, and died. Half
an hour later the ambulance arrived.
"Simple druuk," said the surgeon.
"Know where he lives?"
"Yep,". said Mahaffv.
"Well, take him home in a wheelbarrow;
he'll be all right to-morrow."
Shortly after 9 o'clock that evening Un
dertaker O'Gool, who was a friend of the
Smiths, finished his work and looked up
with professional pride at the weeping
widow.
"Mrs. Smith," said he, stroking the chin
of the deceased, "I never saw John looking
better in my life."
Howard Fielding,
THE LAWYER'S IHCOHE.
It Gomes -Irregularly, and Thus Iieads to
Spcndthritt Habits.
Mew York Sun.l
A lawyer's income is not anything like so
Bteadyas a physician's. One lawyer who
earned $75,000 during the year before last,
confesses that he took in only $10,000 last
year. Such variations are not merely fre
quent, thev are almost to be counted on. It
is to such variations that lawyers ascribe the
spendthrift character of the successful men
in their profession. When they make monev
it seems to come overwhelmingly, and, as it
comes a.ter a period of enforced self-denial,
it is apt to go as it comes.
One well-known lawyer, who has recently
established himself in town, took 40,000 a's
a fee in a recent celebrated will case. It
gave him prestige, but in the year that has
succeeded that event he has not earned as
much as he got from that single case.
The Story of Wedded Bliss.
A young Scotch artist is just now attract
ing attention in London by his satires in
lines. His leal name is Anderson, but he
signs himself Oynicus. Below is n repro
duction of a sample ot his wore. He calls
it "Wedded Bliss; the Old, 0fi Story:"
A farmer driving into Kimball, S. D.,
last week discovered what he supposed to be a
diamond willow cane by the roadside, which he
threw into bis bnggy and the stable boy took It
Into the office, but on thawing out it proved to
bo a rattlesnake. '
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PITTSBURG DISPATCH.
JANE EYRE'S AUTHOR.
Wakeman Visits the Dreary Town
Where Charlotte Bronte Lived.
HIS PEN PICTURE OP HAW0ETH.
Interesting Eellcs Gathered by & Devoted
Friend of the Familj.
THE CURATE WHO HATES THE NAME
rcoBaasFOKDZxcx or tiie dispatch.!
Hatvorth, England, March 20. In
the entire history of the relation of woman
to English literature there cannot be found
anything like the same winsome, if some
what melancholy, interest that will always
cling to the irreproachable name, the ob
scure surroundings and the extraordinary
personality of the author of "Jane Eyre."
Because ot this, Haworth, though inter
esting for little else than once having been
the home of the Bronte family, is worth go
ing a long way to see. And it is a long and
dreary way one has to come. Perched np
here among the bleak hills of the West Bid
ing of Yorkshire alongside the moors and
fells of Lancashire, the place is almost as
unknown and inaccessible as the grave of
Byron at Hucknall Torkard, in Notting
hamshire. If your impulse is to visit
Haworth come in the summer only. Then
there is at least sunshine. The tiny Haworth
railway station stands in the center of the
horse-shoe shaped valley head to which you
have come from the north. There could be
a no more cheerless sight than that pre
senting itself in every direction as you
alight from your railway carriage. The
stationmaster, the single human in sight, in
a sparsely-cut, threadbare uniform, trots
around shiveringly for a moment as if
feeble, starved and cold; and then snaps
himself up in his little den with a sharp
click, as it in flight
From the Surrounding Dreariness.
Across the track where there has sometime
been a little patch of flowers a lonely.almost
featherless, altogether bedraggled hen pecks
at the dead stalks feebly, querulously. This
is all of life there is near the station. Over
to the lelt, a long distance away on the level
bed ot the valley, are several huge mills.
They are prisons in every sense. The black
smoke rolls sullenly from their stacks. But
no human being is visible. Then there are
a half score rows of workmens' houses, little,
mean, hard and cramped, huddled in grimy,
denuded spaces, or set on the bravside in all
manner of angles, as though they had set
out to run away from the place, and, too
feeble to escape, had stuck fast where they
now stand.
High above this modern Haworth, Brow
more stretches away in interminable swells
of savage, treeless hills. These circle around
to the south and west, and your eye follows
them until it catches a steely-gray line of
what at first seems ragged, jagged cubes of
rock, cutting in diagonal transverse from
the bottom to nearly the top of the bare
escarpment of another bolder hillside, term
inating in the loftier, drearier Haworth
moor. This half-defined, ragged line of
gray is the ancient village of Haworth.
Slipping and sliding along the sinuous,
clayey path, you reach the lower end of the
long, climbing, winding village street.
iiverything is ot stone the houses, the gut
ters, the rain-troughs, the gargoyle-spouts,
and the cobbled way, like an open stone
sewer cut along the hillside to carry off the
seepy oozings of the moor-mosses above.
Everybody in the Mills.
There is but the single street; Main street
it is called. Dank, dark closses sometimes
extend for a house length to the right and
left. The yard-wide pavements are series
of stone stairs and platlorms. Beneath the
latter are shadowy shops and living rooms.
All stand open; but few inhabitants are to
be seen. Those of whom glimpses can be
caught are little children, still too young to
be ground in the mills, and bowed old
crones of women already ground by the
mills into voicelcssness and shapelessness.
TJp, up, up, for a mile, you plod, and at last
reach a tiny open space. The houses are set
around it closely. Quaint shops and ancient
inns crowd it at all sorts of curious angles.
This is the head of the village, topographi
cally, in habitations and in aristocracy.
Not for its attractiveness, but because it
seems an outlet to somewhere, you pass into
a little court behind the Black Bull Inn.
It is a maze of angles and wynds. Sud
denly another tiny open space confronts
you. Here an old, oblong, two-storied
stone house, with a few yards of grass plot at
its side; a little stone church, attached to,
rather than blended with, a grim Norman
tower; a grave yard cluttered with crumb
ling stones; the whole covering barely an
acre ot ground. These were Haworth par
sonage, church and church yard; the
earthly, and final, home of the Brontes; and
their living eyes ever rested on Haworth
moor, which rises immediately above the
church yard like a wall of rounded stone.
History of the Family.
Here, within the village nest of the moor
side eerie, one may fittingly pause and re
call the history of the Brontes as a family.
The father, the Bev. Patrick Bronte, was "a
son of a County Down, Ireland, farmer,
whose real name was Prunty. He was born
Patrickmas day, 1777, his name being
changed to Bronte at the suggestion of his
benefactor, the Bev. Mr. Tighe, rector of
Drumgooland parish, in Down. Pine in
physique, handsome and ambitious, he for
swore peasant-life, and, much after the man
ner of the "Poor Scholar" in Carleton's
pathetic tale, gained enough learning at 16,
to teach a small private school; soon be
came a tutor: entered St. John's College,
Cambridge, in 1802; obtained his B. A. de
gree four years later; was ordained to a
curacr; and we find him, on his marriage,
in 1812, to Maria Branwell, a sweet and
gentle Cornish maiden ot Penzance, the in
cumbent of the church living at Hartshead,
a little village near Huddersfield, about 20
miles across the moors, to the southeast of
Haworth.
They were five years at Hartshead. Then
Mr. Bronte was transferred to Thornton,
another Yorkshire West Biding moorland
hamlet, "owre the stiires" that is, over the
stair, or hills, four miles south of Haworth;
the gray old octagonal chapel tower at
Thornton being visible from the heights of
Brownioor, just over there across the valley.
The Mecca of the Writers.
Mr. Bronte was given the living of
Haworth in 1820, and with his family took
possession of the old parsonage jnst as you
see it to-day. He remained until his death
in 1BG1, a period of 41 years, the incumbent
of St. Michael and All Angels, this now
world-famed church, which with the par
sonage, the graveyard and these closely
huddled houses of stone make up a grim old
Tillage picture.
It will be your fortune to be driven from
this parsonage-door, just as was Miss
Thackery and scores of Euglish literators in
the past"; as was the Kev. Dr. Theodore F.
Clarke, of Brooklyn, only last summer; and
as I was yesterday. But you may see the
old graves the Brontes saw; wander upon
the moors they knew; study- the ancient
tower that escaped the vandals' hands; and
stand beside the memorial tablets to the one
family that made all Haworth a shrine.
Then, if you will be cautious, and will as
sure the simple-hearted old creature that
you will not betray her confidences to the
present precious incumbeutofSt. Michael's,
with old "Susey" Kauisden half blind and
deaf, quite four-score years of age, but with
her love for the Bronte family flaming
deeper aud brighter as the end approaches
you may go over all
The Sad, Sweet Story.
Of the pious yet stern old curate's Ha
worth ministrations; the loss of the gentle,
patient mother; the death of the older sis
ters; the curse of the wayward brother's life
and terrible death; the grim, unshaken
sense of duty shown in the surviving sisters
holding the sunless home together; and then
all the long years of iron-hearted struggling
by the three sisters, "Unrrer, Ellis and
Acton Bell," respectiyely Charlotte, Emily
and Anne Bronte, to reach the mighty
SUNDAY, APRIL 5,
world-heart with their far-away, unknown
voices and Yens; the final victory and re
joicings; the coming to the gray old village
of the famous and great to do honor to the
now wondrous folk of the parsonage; the
loss of Charlotte's two sisters within one
year; her own brief and happy wedded life
and untimely death; the later death of the
sturdy old father; the death, but the other
day, in Ireland, of his surviving sister, the
last of the Bronte familv; and, finally, the
crooning gossip about Charlotte's husband,
Mr. Nicholls, once the curate here, andnow
a white-haired English fnrmer all in so
tender a way that you will more and more
love the very earth these perfect women trod.
From one's longing loitering about the
old parsonage where now the spirit of envy
and hate repels all who come pilgriining to
the former nest of genius and love; from
wanderings over the moors to which the
father and all the talented sisters were so
passionately devoted; from dreaming about
the ancient churchyard with its dank craves
and soughing willows; and from hnshed and
pensive lingering within the church by the
very spot wnere all these loving and loyal,
sad and tempestuous hearts are resting in
the eternal silences; it is a delight, if still a
melancholy pleasure, to turn to an humble
home not a stone's throw from parsonage,
church and graves, where a younger cousin
of Charlotte's faithiul nurse, Martha Brown,
have with dogged fidelity to a generous
sentiment gathered together many of the
scattered relics of the old Bronte household.
One of the Devoted Friends.
"With marked contrast to the clerical brnte
who has repeatedly declared that the name of
Bronte was hateful to him; that it was not
his duty "to maintain a show place for
strangers, but a house of prayer for the
praise of God;" that the memory of this
family represented to himmerely "a recol
lection of a predecessor incumbent;" and
who has done everything in his little power
to destroy the greatest and least vestiges of
as noble and tender personalities and influ
ences as ever hallowed Engliili soiI; this
young man, a poor man besides, Robinson
Brown, of 123 Main xtreet, Haworth, has
passed a life of sacrifices and almost per
sonal want to secure these precious relics
and to generously welcome all strangers
who may wish to see them.
His home is the only real Bronte shrine
in Haworth. The enrate rules the village
with a spiritual rod of iron, and this local
autocracy makes it treason in Haworth to
be interested in Bronte relics and memorials.
Despite it, now and then the old, old folk,
and the humble workmen ot tne lactones,
who secretly adore the writings of Charlotte
and the memory of the noble family, steal
in here by these mute bits from the old
home, weep over them, and steal away again,
trembling from fear of discovery and pro
scription. Thus the curate maintains "a
house of prayer for the praise of God" in
the Haworth of to-day.
How Charlotte Spent Her Time.
Mr. Brown's collection comprises a few
paintings, many drawings and several speci
mens of needlework, all done by Charlotte.
There is a drawing, in sepia, of a revenue
cutter becalmed at sea in soft and humid
moonlignt. The pencil drawings are numer
ous. Three of these are remarkably true to
nature. Two are of a laughing and a crying
child. The other is a river bridge and a
mountain scene, full ot delicacy and feeling.
Her skill in needlework, and what would
now be termed artembroiderv, was superior.
An extraordinary piece of this needlework
is a study of a youthful shepherd and
shepherdess tending a flock ot moorland
sheep, the faces of all being partially laid
in with water colors. The only painting of
Charlotte in oil, done during her lifetime.
is also here.
There are several of her letters in her
wonderfully minute and perfect chirogra
phy; and one was particularly interesting
to me because written to the "old Susey" I
had seen. It is dated Haworth. June 13,
1848. Susey had left Haworth for a little
stnv at York. Miss Bronte writes:
I'wasatraid that at first you would not feel
verv comfortable among strangers: persons
ho have lived most of their lives in a quiet
little place like Haworth And a vast difference
when they go to a fresh neighborhood and en
ter the society of strangers. . If you feel
troubled about anything you will not forget
who is your best help and guide in every dlf.
ficulty, and, separated as you are for a little
while from your earthly friends, you will
humbly and faithfully entreatthe protection of
your Friend and Father who is in heaven.
A Review That Hurt Her.
There is also in the collection a spotted
print dres? worn by the novelist; her shawl
and brooch, and a lock ot her hair given by
her husband, Mr. Nicholls, to Martha
Brown. Several old reviews containing
notices of the Bronte family and their work,
which were in her possession, are here.
One, the Quarterly Review for December,
1848, hurt her deeply. Its review of "Jane
Eyre" refers to the author as having "horrid
taste."
Two of the most interesting articles to be
seen are a water-color sketch by the novel
ist's own hand representing her favorite dog,
"Floss," chasing a grouse over a reach of
drear moorland, and a priceless autograph
copy ot "Jane Eyre," the latter another gift
to the beloved nurse, Martha Brown. A
basket-work doll's cradle, belonging to
Charlotte, is here all but the rockers. These
have been chipped off and given "as me
mentos to pilgrims from our own country.
There are also a small wooden trinket box,
containing cloak and shoe buckles, with one
or two pieces of ribbon from the novelist's
bonnet; several alabaster vases from her
room; and a silk patchwork counterpane,
one among countless proofs of the dogged
patience and unconquerable pluck of the
half-blind authoress. But a single article
remains as a reminder ol the sad career and
miserable ending of Patrick Branwell
Bronte, the brilliant and unfortunate
brother.
Grim, gaunt, gray Haworth I Perfect as
were the lives thy sunless ways once knew;
matchless as were the creations hewn out ot
thy heart of stone; dreary as the skies above
thy dank old walls is thv hard, stern face in
all its moods to men. One leaves thee with
a sad and heavy heart.
Edgar L. Wakeman.
MAKING HONEY BAPIDLY.
The Story That Richardson Made 8100,000
Out of rittsbnrs's Court House.
Jfew York Sun.
The papular belief that a New York
physician paid for a splendid uptown man
sion with the fees he took in from patients
in one year is calculated to make men covet
lor their sons the parchments of a doctor.
The story that America's greatest architect,
Richardson, left to his heirs 160,000, the
fees he earned from his work upon the
Pittsburg public buildings, is apt to en
courage the general belief that to be an
architect is to stand a chance of ea'rning a
princely income.
It will not occur to everyone that the
highly successful medical man in question
must have possessed a high order of genius,
and that thearchitect was a man who could
turn music into masonry and poetry into
bricks. These are days distinguished by
greater pecuniary possibilities than Christen
dom ever knew before, whether or not civi
lization, in other periods, held out similiar
inducements for genius and industry. But.
it is not every proiessionai man wno oniids
a palace with a yenr's work o enriches his
children from a single contract.
Protect Your Health.
Cold and moisture combined have a torporis
ing effect upon the bodily orjan3, ana the di
gestive and secretive processes arc apt to be
mre tardily performed in winter than in the
fall. The same is true, also, of the excretory
functions. The bowels are often sluggi-b, and
the pores of the skin throw off but little waste
matter at this season. Tno system, therefore,
requires opening np a little, and also purifying
and regulating, and tne safest, surest and most
thorough tonic and alterative that can be used
for these purposes is Hostetter's Stomach
Bitters. Persons who wish to escape the
rheumatic twinges, the dyspeptic agonies, the
painful disturbances ot the bowels, the bilious
attacks and the nervous visitations so common
at this time ot the year, will do well to reinforce
their srstems with this renowned vegetable
stomachic and lnvlgorant. It Improves the ap
petite, strengthens the stomach, cheers the
spirits and renovates the whole physique.
81 00 Until May 183 OO.
12 cabinet photos, or one life-size erayon
forf3 00 at Aufrecht's Elite Gallery, 816
Market street, Pittsburg. Use elevator.
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ALL SOETS OF TALE.
Short and Entertaining Interviews
About lien and Things.
HARD WORKING IS A DISEASE.
Bookmakers of England Differ From Their
. American Brothers.
A TEIAB TALK OF TOM OCHILTREE
fCOnRKBPOKDEHClt or THE DIsriTCH.l
New Yobk, April 4. During the week I
was fortunate in having talks with people
who had something interesting to tell. Be
low will be fonnd some of the best of the
interviews:
No Good Hotels In Dixie.
George M. Rye.Texas I have traveled pretty
extensively in following race meetings, and
have had a great deal of hotel experience.
There are not as many good hotels in the South
to-day as I have fingers on my right h and. It
has always been a mystery to me why hotel
proprietors and owners in the South did not
make some effort to keep up with the times.
It is a fact, however, that they don't, and that
about the very worst living that a man can get
on top of the globe is handed out to him in
these Southern hotel'. lama Southern man
myself, and have lived a great deal in the
South, and it is not therefore a prejudice. I
love good living, and am able and willing to
payforit. They may pay as much for their
food in some places as is paid in Northern local
ities, but tho cookery is bad. There is scarcely
a decent cook anywhere. It is onlv when a
man goes outside of a hotel in a place like
New Orleans, and gets acquainted with tho
keeper of some restaurant and the waiters who
will, in a short time, learn a customer's taste
and mako an effort to gratify it and be gets
satisfaction. The South is still under subjec
tion to the frying pan. There are a few noted
improvements iu the watering place cities
along the Atlantic coast, but outside of these
there is scarcely a decent hotel south of tho
Mason and Dixon line.
Hard Work Is a Disease.
Frank B. Carpenter, The Dispatch corre
spondent Hard work Is a disease, I think. It
Is something like the love of drink, or the slav
ery of tobacco or opium. It becomes ingrained
in a man naturally, if he don't have it to start
out with. There are men in New York worth
millions who work harder than anv man who
toils at one of their desks at a small salary. Jay
Gould probably puts in more honr3 ot labor
everyday than any laborer on the streets of
New York. It is more exhausting labor, too.
It is a labor wholly unnecessary from bis finan
cial circumstances. But sucn men would be
unhappy if they were not at work. It is a labor
of love a love of money. They never could
get rnntigh money. If men like Gonld had
$500,009,000, they would work much harder to
make it 51,000,000.000, If possible. There are
other laborers of this Kind who work not so
much for money as for the mere pleasure of
work. They get to be like an old toper whoi3n't
thirsty, but simply drinks because be likes to
drink. It is a disease, and onchttoba consid
ered as such because that is the only philosoph
ical explanation of the apparent phenomena. I
have seen newspaper men stricken with this dis
ease, and as hard and hopelessly as any other
class of men. They are digsers and delvers,
with never any let up, whether it be at an edi
torial desk or any literary labor, until they
actually drop dead from exhaustion.
Tom Ochiltree's Debts Elcoted Him.
Abe Shwarts, of Texas When I was living
In the Galveston district and Tom Ochiltree
was running for Congress the second time they
used to tell a story at Tom's expense which
nettled that auburn hair celebrity very much
In those days, but which he now tells himself.
It was notorious that Colonel Tom had a weak
ness for running into debt and a very atten
uated memory as to his creditors. They used
to sav that Tom would go Into a haberdashery
and order a pair of socks, having the same
charged up to a mythical account, which, of
course, was never settled. During the cam
paign it as told from the stump by a Texan
wag that Tom was sure to be elected. Ashe
was on the inside people were very anxious to
know the basis of his information. lie de
clared that Interviews had been hid all over
the district with Tom's creditors, and every one
of them had agreed to vote for him in the hope
that be would square up out of his Congres
sional salary. As lc was conceded that his
creditors were largely in tho majority this
settled the matter. As Tom was elected that
man was ever afterward looked upon in Texas
as a very shrewd political manager.
Friendships of the Soldiers.
Cohsnel W. A. Hcyward, ex-Confederate
There never was any trouble between the ex
Confederate and the ex-Federal soldier from
tho moment the troops fraternized at Appo
mattox. The universal testimony of men who
fought in the Confederate Army is that no
friendship is so easily cultivated and so tena
ciously retained as tho friendship ot ex-soldiers
of the late war. About tbo warmert friends 1
have iu the world to-day are men who not only
fought on the sido of the Union, but were
placed directly opposite me in various engage
ments in which I participated. I have found it
to be the case in numerous other instances.
Thero is a sort of charm comradeship between
friends who were onco enemies that never
exists a between friends who have never fallen
out. Ihere ii a very largo streak of human
nnturo in this, and that is tho only way I can
accoui.t for it. Everyman knows that during
hii boyhood days tho best friend he had was
tho boy who licked him or got licked by him. I
suppose it Is because men of tried and known
bravery have greater respect for each other
than those whose courage has never been put
to the test.
What the Term American Implies.
An ex-Amorlcan Minister The term Amer
ican to us is a very simple thing. It means a
citizen of the United States. Abroad, however,
that is quite a limited sense, and one which is
rarely used except by citizens of this country.
If you speak of an American in Paris and Lon
don and in American society, of course. It is
usually taken that you mean a citizen of tho
United States. But outside of this circle of
our traveling people the term nmbraces
Canadian, -Mexican, Contral American and
South American. To merely say that you are
an American is about as indefinite in most of
tho countries ot Europe as it could well bo.
More so, in fact, than in any other nationality
that can bo named. An "American" is not, m
fact, a nationality, because it embraces a citi
zen of several nations. This is calculated to
take tho conceit out of us upon onr first ex
perience abroad. Ic is a good deal like one's
experience in lowor Italy, the most traveled
parts of Switzerland and Germany, whero an
American is simply "Anglais;" that is. consid
ered indiscriminately with the Englishmen.
Tho chances are if we attempt to reduce oor
nationality to a more definite basis tho for
eigner will scarcely understand the difference
between tne Central American, South Amer
ican, Canadian aud the citizen ot tho United
States.
The Boys First Circus.
Charles E. Coon No man ever forgets the
impression his first circus made upon him when
a boy. Nor dne be get quite so old as to de
spise the smell of the sawdust, or cease longer
to take pleasure in the entertainment of the
ring. About one of the earliest recollections
you can go back to is usually your first circus
perhaps the elephant has our earliest mem
ories. I never see an elephant now without
thinking of the first elephant I saw when a
child. I can dato nothing back of that elo
phant Nor can I dato back in my younger dai s
farther than the first circus one of those old
fashioned kind that had one ring and one
clown that broke so gloriously upon mv Doyish
vision. When I see a man who says he don't
care anything about a circus I think there is
something wrong with him. Yet the circus to
day is as widely different to that wo first saw as
one thing of the same kind could be from an
other. Still the aroma of the ring and tho ani
mal cages is abont the same to onr nostrils. It
recalls the happy days of out youth, and if it
gives us no other pleasure now, even that is
sufficient to induce our annual attendance upon
the circus.
A Party of Thirteen.
A Renowned Traveler I have heard a great
deal about that unlucky number, IX There
may be something In it and there may not be
anytbluginit. But Idoknowsomething remark
able connected with it in my own personal ex
perience. Some years ago stories of the nnm
btr 13 were being circulated among the mem
bers of a party, of which I was one. This party
was composed of travelers, three of whom were
Americans and ten of whom were of various
nationalities. Tno place was in Milan, Italy. I
don't know how the subject arose, but presume
It was becanse somebody madd a remark about
there being just 13 of us. No; it was not the
traditional dinner party. Iromomberit well on
account ot the events which followed it. The
members of that particular party never met
all together again. 'Within two weeks two of
them mat their deaths upon the glaciers of
Switzerland, and by the end of the season, before
1 got back to America, tiro others died by
violence. The remarkable facts were com
municated to the zest of the party and created
a desire in tbem to keen track cf the others.
Yon will be astonished when I tell yon that the
only remaining member of that 13 are one
other American and myself, the rest having all
died violent or tragic deaths. The last one to
die was this gentleman's wife, and she met her
death by a carriage accident. Her husband and
I bad but recently discussed the remarkable
features connected with this particular case
when he received a dispatch informing him of
the fatal accident which carried off his wife.
She was the eleventh of the party. Now there
are but two of us. This has all happened with
in the last 10 years.
Sarah Bernhardt'! Magnetism.
John B. Schoffel, Henry Abbey Company
The Bernhardt season in America has been a
remarkable success I might say almost phen
omenal, considering all tho circumstances. 'I he
power of this actress to draw is apparently
measured only by the capacity of the bouses in
which bhe plays. When wo remember that not
one in ten in these andlences understand the
language in which she plays her talents as an
actress can be appreciated. There is some
thing magnetic about her with which language
has nothing to do in ber portrayal of the human
passions. Her Boston engagement was a per-
lect ovation, bne toon mere even nettcr tnan
here in New York. We had actually to turn
people away. No matter what is charged for
seats tho bouses are filled to suffocation. Her
present tour is one of the greatest triumphs of
her life. Of course it is a corresponding suc
cess for ner managers.
The Boohmakers of ISngland.
Colonel Frank Burr The English bookmaker
is qnite a different article from bis American
brother. The English bookmakers handlo no
money, but do business on their reputations tor
honesty and gentility. They have a boolcwhere
the balances are carried forward jnst like the
balances of a banking business and settlements
are made with the customers every Monday at
12 o'clock. They do not call those who deal
with them customers, but call them clients.tbe
same as a lawyer terms his customers. When
men make bets with them they simply enter it
in the book and run with their clients an open
account which is closed, as I said, every Mon
day. No money enters into tne transaction ex
cept on settlement day. If these settlements
are not promptly met on both sides neither the
client nor the bookmaker would ever be trusted
again. It wonld ruin them on the English
turf. Another difference between the Ameri
can and English bookmakers is that the latter
never bace horses. It is a point of honor
with the Eoglisb bookmaker not to be involved
in the manifold questions which arise between
the betting men and the racing authorities
They are a swell lot of meu and have a club
next to Irving's theater called the Victoria. A
geod many of them drive soma of the swellest
turnouts to be seen in London. They affect
very lordly airs and are, for the most part, a
hign grade of gentlemen considering the busi
ness in which thoy are employed.
Memory Is a Matter of Nature.
Mr. Sydney Woollett, poetical recitals It re
quires no special effort of the memory on my
part to remember the various poems which I
recite before the public. I could, upon a mo
ment's notice, without reference to the hook,
recite any poem in my extensive repertoire.
Memory is largely a mattcrof nature as well as
training. There is a sort of mental photog
raphy; that is to say, the lines are taKen in neg
ative on tne brain and can bo. reproduced with
out difficulty and under any circumstances.
The difference between natural memory and an
acquired memory will be illustrated by the re
markable cases of children being able to repeat
any stuff that is read to tbem, without under
standing what it means, and the memory of
men like the late John McCuIlough, wno almost
immediately forgot the lines of the play he had
just acted. It was necessary for him to read
over any play to refamilianze himself with the
lines. A good many actors and actresses have
tho samo difficulty and require considerable re
hearsal to keep them up iu their parts.
Purchasing Millinery Goods.
A Pennsylvania Milliner The out-of-town
milliner comes to New York twice a year,
spring and fall. The spring buying begins in
February and lasts till the latter part ot March.
The fall buying begins in August and ends lats
in September. The purchasing is nsually done
by women directly, or under a woman's super
vision. Women are usually closo buyers. They
start in systematically, say at nbbuns. going
from tho top of a wholesale honse Down,
through flowers, feathers, stuff by the yard,
pini, ornaments, hats, crape, patterns, etc
They buy general stales of pattern hats, paying
from 15 to 30 each. This is for the style. This
buying takes about a week. While it is going
on tho purchasing milliner makes her head
quarters at a wholesaler's and is treated with
much consideration. If she Is of a lively dis
position a clerk will take her to the theaters
and make it pleasant lor her at the expense of
the bouse. Prices are higher this season, tho
increased tariff on foreign goods being from 15
to 23 per cent. When the miudlemeu get their
advantage out of this it makes a good bonnet
cost from 2 to $5 more than it did last season.
CHARLES T. MURBAT.
IRON IN THE BEER.
A New Beverage From France Impurities
left In City Air by Coal Smoke Ab
sorption of IJght by Diamonds New
Surgical Dressing.
f FJ"EP AltED VOB TIIE DISPATCH.
A recent development of astronomical pho
tography is that by collating the observations
at different dates it is possible to calculate the
periods of revolution and the masses of two
stars which hau never been separated visually
by any telescope yet made, and probably never
would be.
Is response to inquiries as to how bard rub
ber can be polished, the following instructions
are given: Use a felt lap charged with the
finest grade of pumice stone, mixed with
enough lard oil to make a thick pasta. Bun
the lap at a high speed, and, of course, apply
tne rubber to the side and not to the rim of the
Up.
A OAI.T.OK pall, filled with fine sand, placed
within easy reach of each workman employed
where oiling and finishingis going on.iSBtrongly
recommended as an essential part of tne equip
ment for flro protection in wood-working estab
lishments. It has been found that nothing will
subduo an oil-fed fire so quickly and effec
tually as sand, and the subsequent freedom
from water damage is a strong point in its
use.
A NEW material, which has been named
"Christla," has been introduced for surgical
dressings. It is a membrane-like tissue, made
by a process of felting tho pure fibre of the
manilla hemp. It is very light and strong, im
permeable to water, spirits of all kinds, oils
and acids. It is made neutral, so that it can be
rendered antiseptic with any desired medica
ment. It will Hand tropical heat and Arctic
cold, and is particularly adapted for India and
other hot climates, where gutta percha tissue
and oiled silk become in a short time amalga
mated. Its cost is half that of oiled silk.
Manx" persons who extend their mental work
well into the night, r during the evening fol
low attentively the programme of a theater or
concert, are awaked in the morning or in the
nisht with a headache. A Swiss doctor, in
stead of going directly to bed, takes a brisk
walk for half an hour or an hour. While taking
this exercise ne stops now anu tnen and prac
tices long gymnastics by breathing in and out
deeply a few times. When he then goes to bed
he sleeps soundly. Notwithstanding the short
ening of the hours of sleep, be awakes with no
trace of headache.
Railroad sea-sickness has been very much
reduced among passengers since the vestibule
has beon generally used, more particularly on
roads having many curves. It is stated that
thero is hardly a pattern of iron gates in use
which is not liable to be so jammed in caso of
a collision as to impede, if not prevent, the
egress of passengers, but both safety and com
fort are secured by tne use of a sliding door
which has just been patented. In this ar
rangement tue doors xlido into the car, leaving
the platform entirely unobstructed. Thu is
done by making a recess in the closet partition
or in a special partition inclosing a seat.
A BRUSH with which the upper as well as
the lower sashes of windows may be readily
cleaned, and with which the outer faces of the
panes may be as easily cleaned as the inner faces,
has just been patented by a lady. The handle of
the now brush is made in two or more sections,
one section screwing into another to lengthen
the handle. The end of the handle thus formed
is screwed into a threaded aperture in one end
of a horizontal plate, and into tbo other end of
the plate is screwed a pole, also constructed of
a series of sections screwed together. The sec
tions of the pole and brush handle are prefer
ably made tubular, so that the parts may be as
light as possible.
In a recent article on "Precious Stones." a
most beautiful experiment in the absorption of
light by diamonds which was carried out in
Paris during the Exposition, was referred to.
On this occasion a collection of ISO diamonds
was placed In a dark room. In a side of the
room was inserted a lens, outside of whjch an
arc lamp was hung. The lens, which was em
ployed to concentrate the light, was covered
with violet-colored glass, so that only ultra
violet rays fell on the gems, of which but three
of the entire number proved to De phosphores
cent. All the others assumed a beautiful vio
let tint. The two stones whose phosphores
cence was most marked were perfectly trans
parent white stones, one having a bluish tinge.
The phosphorescence exhibited by these stones
it described M axtremelv beautiful, and re
mained visible, with gradually diminishing In
tensity, for 15 minutes after a metallic cap was
put over tho lens.
Bojie alarming statistics have been collected
in Manchester, England, which show to what
an extent the public health suffers from the
impurity of air in cities. It was found that the
deaths from respiratory disease, which are
nominally about W) per week in Jhat city,
reached, during a foggy week In December
last, 200. Observation were made at various
points ot the city, and the quantity of sul
phuric acid and carbon was e'timated. This
quantity was obtained by ascertaining the
amount carried down by the snow, by collect
ing deposits on the roofs of greenhouses, and
by examining the incrustation on the leaves of
outdoor plants. It was found tbat during three
days of fog an amount equal to six hundred
weight of sulphuric acid was carried d"wn by
the snow in one part ot tue city, and further
away from the center, near Owens College, tno
amount was over four hundredweight, the
"blacks" over two tons, and the hvdrocnlona
acid about two hundredweight. One of the re
sults of the Inquiry has been to emphaize the
demand for cneaper gas, jo as to stipulate its
use for heating purposes in lieu ot coj, and au
effort Is being made to bring to bear upon tha
corporation of the city to reduce the present
cost.
Various German brewers have at different
times attempted to incorporate iron in their
beers, but without success. What the Ger
mans have failed to do the French appear to
have succeeded In, for a beer is being now
largely sold in Paris under the title of "fer
ruginous beer," which possesses some nnique
qualifications. It is sufficiently bitter to ren
der it palatable to anyone accustomed to
English bitters, and is rather stronger than the
average German or lager beer. This beverage
contains a largo quantity of iron, the water be
ing taken from a spring of ferruginous nature.
It is stated that the system under which it is
brewed is a valuable discovery, which solves
tho old question of keeping beer. If this
claim is jutifled, not only will the discoverer
of the process be sure of a huge financial suc
cess, but much of the injury induced by beer
drinking will now be avoided. The properties
of the iron water should make the beer keep
well without the admixture of salicylic acid, or
other chemical products of more or less harm
ful nature, which find their way into so many
beers. The new beer is beautifully bright and
clear, and has an exceptional fullness of flavor.
An important element In the success which it
nas obtained in France is its undoubted
hygienic property. So far as can at present be
ascertained it looks as if a palatable and
wholesome drink has been discovered.
BUSINESS DSES3 FOB W0HEH.
A Suggestion From Mrs. Jenness-MIUer and
a Prophecy Regarding It.
The accompanying illustration is Mrs.
Jenness-Miller's suggestion for a business
dress for women a thing that is likely to
become a necessity soon, owing to women's
advances into the bnsiuess world. Mrs.
Jenness-Miller said: "I want it to be
nnderstood that this is my ideal
of a dress for women, but I do not for a mo
ment think of ever trying to introduce it.
It will come into vogne in the natural evo
lution ef things, ana its introduction and
adoption cannot be hastened. If the ideas
of dress reform I have advocated, and which '
have attained a certain degree of popularity,
are continued, as they certainly will be, in
the course of time the dress that I have sug
gested to yon will be adopted. It is the
most artistic dress that it is possible to
make. Just see how the proportion between
the upper and lower parts of the body is
brought out, and how graceful and well
built every woman would look in such a
dress. They could take just as much exer
cise as men do without finding themselves
hampered by heavy clothes. The reason
that I do not favor the adoption of the
bloomer costume, which is a horrid-looking
thing, although it may be comfortable, or
men's clothes, such as Dr. Mary "Walker
wears, is that I am enough of a woman to
cling to a distinguishing feature in the dress
of the sexes."
A CASE OF CHRONIC CATARRH
In the Third Stage Cured Ten Tears
Victim or Catarrh, and Per
manently Cured.
A TMSATMENT THAT NEED NOT FAIL H
BEACH OF ALL.
If cases like the following can be cured,
certainly there is hope for all. This patient
had been growing worse in spite of all treat
ment for ten years, and had reached that ter
rible condition known as the third stage of
catarrh (atrophic catarrh). The offensive
breat b, and dry scabs forming in the nose
cracking in the ears, describe a condition
which is considered by most physicians as
hopeless. The case is given in the words of
the patient:
Clintoit, Mien., March 21, 1891.
The Peruna Medicine Co., Coiumbus, O.
Gentlemen: I had been troubled ten years
with chronic catarrh, gradually growing
worse from year to year. I tried all the
treatments and remedies I heard of without
any relief. My symptoms were dry scabs
forming in the nose, dropping from the back
part of the nose into the throat, sore throat,
nose stopped np, offensive breath, and crack
ing and roaring in the ears. I began to take
your remedy on the first of November, 1888,
and in 12 months I was perfectly cured. I
used no local treatment, but used only your
medicine internally. I have bad no return
of my catarrh, and consider myself perfectly
cured. H. D. Walteb.
It would be difficult to describe a worse
case to cure than the above. The leugthof
time it had rnn, the fact tbat it bad contin
ually grown worse, and the further fact that
it hail already developed the symptoms of
the dry, or atrophic, stage of catarrh, com
bine to make this a very remarkable cure,
auite impossible to be made with the ordi
narv treatment.
This cure was effected by internal treat
ment alone, and no spray, gargleor inhalant
was used. The case began to improve as
soon as the medicine was begun, and in six
months every symptom had disappeared,
but the medicine was continued a few
months longer for fear Ihey would return.
This man has been exposed during the past
winter to the changeable climate of Michi
gan, and has not had the slightest return of
anv catarrhal symptoms. Nojt a month
parses but that hundreds of similar cures
are made by the internal use of Pe-ru-na,
unassisted by other treatment.
The only reason that there are any failures
are either because tbe catarrh is compli
cated by some organic disease or the patient
does not take the medicine long enough.
The majority of people expect to be cured
in a week or two of catarrh that has run 10
or 15 years. Such people are nearly always
disappointed. Pe-ru-na will cure a recent
case of acute catarrh in a few days or weeks,
but when the disease becomes chronic it
takes longer.
Colds, winter coughs, bronchitis, sera
throat and pleurisy are all catarrhal af
fections, and consequently are quickly
curable by Pe-ru-na. Each bottle of Pe-'.
ru-na Is aceqmpanied by full directions for '.
use, and is kept by most druggists. Gel
your druggist to order it for you If he doei
not already keep it,
A pamphlet on the esuie and cure of all.
catarrhal diseases and consumption sent free
to any address by The Pernna Medicine
Company, Columbus, O.
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