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IBM SCBANTON TBIBUNB-SATURDAY MOBKTNG. SEPTEMBER 19, 1 898.
A BICYCLE A STORY OF
I EPISODE. Til; PAUSABES.
S BY ALFRED R. CALHOUN. S
C Copyright. 1800, by the Bacheller Byadicats.
PAHT L
Mr. Van Cortland-Brown was rich,
middle-aired, and a widower. In addi
tion to these great advantages, Mr. Van
Cortland-Brown had other qualifica
tions, which, if not particular to him
self, he firmly believed had given him
a great lead in life's race over ordinary
mortals. He was convinced that there
was not a man In the United States who
had such very blue Knickerbocker blood
In his veins as himself. His intelli
gence was not of the highest order, nor
his Information the most extensive,
yet he had sufficient of both to know
tliat the name Brown was English. If
It had been plain Brown, so great was
his dislike of common things, he would
have had it changed by art of the leg
islature, but the llnal "e" redeemed It,
and Induced him to believe it was of
Norman origin and that there was a
Browne who taught with 'William the
Conqueror at Hastings, and whose
name was Inscribed high on the Battle
Abbey role.
One of Mr. Van Cortland-Hrowne's
most precious possessions for apart
from Iil4 interst he believed that he
had a permanent chattel mortgage on
INSTKAH, 11R HECOGNIZKD THE
MUSICAL VOICR OF MRS.
KL.OYD-FI.OYD JONES.
' the girl was his beautiful and ac
complished daughter, Florence, at this
time Just twenty-one, und legally her
own mistress.
Mies Florence Van Cortland-Browne
presided over her father's beautiful
KUinmer home, at Eagle's Nest on the
iHiUitiades. overlooking what hoiiim one
has called the "Lordly Hudson."
Eagle's Nest wan the center of hos
pitality. Its doors were always open to
the blue-blooded friends of Mr. Van
t'ortland-Browne and his daughter.
The most frequent visitor durlntr the
euniiner of 895, was Commodore Blake
ley Horton-Hmtth, a prosperous, tine
looking young broker whose title was
given him by tlin nearly unanimous
vote of lu St. Oeorge Canoe club. Mr.
Van Cortland-Browne's only objections
to Commodoru Ulukely Horton-Smlth
were nis last iinmo ana tno well-Known
faot that his father had made Ills for
tnuo in lurd.
An becamo a mnn of his antecedents
and position, Mr. Van Cortliuul-Browno
was gallant to the ladies, ns he him
self expressed It "cap a pled." His
nearest neighbor was Mrs. MaJ. Floyd
Floyd Jones, a widow lady of indepen
dent fortune, line presence, and if rumor
were to be credited, engaged to Mr.
.Van Cortlnnd-Urowne.
IA few miles above Eagle's Nest lived
Col. Washington Johnson, a southern
er, a bachelor of fifty, of doubtful for
tune but of positively brilliant antece
dents, and, like most men hailing from
his section, he was ready to light, if
anyone doubted that his family was
not only 4 he first In the state but in the
whole land.
If Col. Washington Johnson had an
nounced his porupse to go back to the
south and never to return, or If he had
been called away by what coroners'
Juries used to describe as "a special act
of Providence," Mr. Van Cortland
Browne would not have regarded eith
er event as an irreparable misfortune.
It must be acknowledged that while
Mrs. MaJ. Floyd-Floyd Jones was a lady
of the highest character she was not
indifferent to the attentions of the oth--fr
sex, even after her engagement to
M. Van Cortiand-Browne. And as
Col, Washington Johnson, who was a
tall, athletlo man, was evidently deter
mined to win his way to the widow's
heart. If he had to destroy all rivals,
the master of Eagle's Nest was not so
happy as his blue blood and wealth
would warrant.
Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne considered
himself a handsome man, an opinion
shared by Miss Florence, who, in this
matter at least, he believed, voiced the
opinion of the great world. But, un
fortunately, Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne
had taken on more adipose tissue in
the last few years than was consistent
with manly grace and physical activi
ty. He consulted the family physician,
Dr. Thompson, about this, and Dr.
Thompson said:
"You don't want medicine, my dear
fellow. Co and get yourself measured
'for a bike.. Practice at some school
here in the city till you get ready to
go to the country, and my word for It,
a few months' wheeling about Eagle's
Nest will make you as strong as San
dow and as healthy and graceful as
Apollo."
Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne took this
advice. Having but little else to do
during the months of February, March
atid April, he practiced with a persist
ency that would have honored a nobler
purpose, and, unheeding headers and
bruises, he had become an expert, at
least in his own opinion, by the middle
of May, when he moved with Miss Flor
ence and the servants to Eagle's Nest.
There was only one thing that tend
ed to detract from his self-satisfaction
In this accomplishment, and that was
that Col. Washington Johnson sat a
wheel quite as' gracefully as himself,
1 and, having longer, legs, sent It ahead
with more rapidity.
' Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones was a most
accomplished bicyclist, and though she
delighted In setting a rapid pace for
Mr Van Cortiand-Browne, he was, on
such occasions, more than compensat
ed for the effort by her precious com
pany. Ah n matter of form, rather than be
. cause his Interests required it, Mr. Van
Cortiand-Browne went into the city
every day, and returned home In time
for luncheon In the early afternoon.
It was the 3d ec July, ana Mr. Van
Cortiand-Browne called his daughter
up on the telephone to tell her not to
wait lunch, as he would not be home
till three o'clock. It had been rain
ing, and the wires along the Palisades
must have been crossed; but he, be that
as it may, Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne.
instead of hearing from Miss Florence,
recognized the musical voice of Mrs.
MaJ. Floyd-Floyd Jones, demanding:
"Is that you, Col. Johnson?"
Before Mr. Van Courtland-Browne
could reply, he heard the colonel say
ing: '
"Yes, my dear Mrs. Jones, I want to
talk with you."
"Oh, I shall be delighted! came the
widow's exclamation over the wire.
Mr. Van Cortland-Browne's face
grew purple, and he stood as If para
lyzed with the receiver to his ear, while
this conversation took place:
Col. Johnson Are you aware, my
dear Sirs. Jones, that tomorrow is the
Fourth of July
Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones The explo
sion of firecrackers has kept me aWare
of that fact for u week.
Col. Johnson Have you an engage
ment for about sunset tomorrow even
ing? Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones (sweetly) I
have not.
Col. Johnson Then will you meet me
on your wheel nt Ihe Lookout, and we
can come home by the palisade rond?
Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones With pleas
Col. Johnson Then it's a bargain?
Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones Yes; good-
ty.
Col. Johnson TJood-by.
Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne dropped
the receiver by the phone, and dropped
himself into a chair.
He reached home by three o'clock,
and. contrary to his custom, remained
in the house for the rest of the day,
"nursing his wrath to keep it warm."
Miss Florence thought her father was
ill, and sought by Borne means to cheer
him up, but without effect.
During the next twenty-four hours.
Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne did the most
persistent thinking of his life, the con
clusion of which was that he would
take his wheel and surprise the perfid
ious widow and her hated gallant at
the appointed trystlng place.
Unheeding the threatening storm,
Mr. Browne mounted his wheel and
started up the road, which, at points,
runs dangerously close to the giddy
edge of the towering palisades.
If the man could have forgotten him
self and his troubles, real or imagined,
he would have been struck with the
lieauty and sublimity cf the scone, of
which he was the center. Away to the
west, in the direction of the Hackeii
siii k river and the liumapo mountains,
heavy, black storm clouds rolled to
wards him. The glory from the upper
fiery crests was roilected down on for
est and Held, till it seemed to glorify
the beautiful villas and the curcfully
kept gardens by which they were but
rounded. A glance to the south would have re
vealed the upper bay and the water
fronts of the mngnllicetit group of ci
ties by which it is surrounded. To his
right the verdant hills f" Westchester
swept down till they Knelt by the wat
ers of the Hudson.
Yonkers, Irvlngton and Tarrytown,
with the splendid clusters of villas on
the heights above, lookeJ more like
cities of the mirage than centers of hu
man, habitation.
Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne saw the
tiny row-boat of the fishermen,' like
animated specks on the broad breast of
the mighty river. He saw yachts and
other sailing craft, the sails glowing
like luminous opals In the storm light;
and he saw the beflagged excursion
steamers hastening southward from
the picnic grounds up the river.
These things did not impress Mr. Van
Cortiand-Browne strongly, for he had
seen them often before, but he was
impressed by the fact that the light
ning was flashing overhead, that it was
growing rapidly dark, and that a few
feet away were the precipitous cliffs
of the palisades, dropping in sheer de
scent down to the water's edge.
Mr. Browne was on the point of dis
mounting from his wheel, and seeking
the protection of a tree from the now
Tailing rain, when to his Indescribable
horror, the wheel, like a wild horse, re
sisted his control and leaped over the
awful, red bank.
Had It not been that at that moment
the lightning flashed and the thunder
HOW FAR HE DROPPED HE COULD
NOT TELL.
drums of heaven echoed along the pal
isades, Mr. Browne's agonized cry
would have been heard by the villa
residents a quarter of a mile away.
The Instinct of self-preservation led
the man to reach ont his arms In the
effort to stop his downward flight; he
was so stunned that he could not think,
until he found himself astride a stunt
ed cedar tree, whose groaning roots
threatened to give way every moment
The rain Increased and pourned down
the wall of the palisades In torrents.
The darkness became absolutely Sty
gian. Away to the south he could see
the coppery glow of the city's lights on
the lowering clouds, and had he the
courage to look dTwn. he would have
seen -the flashing lights of steamers,
whose pignut whistles came like torture
to his ears.
Hitherto the earth had been a happy
and an easy place for Sir. Van Cortiand-Browne,
but now that be found
himself face to face with a horrible
death, he tried to pierce the black
clouds and to think of the great be
yond. He saw the rockets ah oo ting into the
. . . ' "
sky along the palisades, as soon as the
rain had ceased; and the horror of his
awful position was Intensified by the
knowledge that not far away thou
sands of happy people were enjoying
the holiday, all unmindful of the dan
ger and the terible anxiety to which a
neighbor was being subjected.
Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne had been
a very proud man, proud of his family,
proud of his wealth and proud of what
he considered his own superior person
ality; but clinging to that frail cedar
tree, with his soft, white hands grasp
ing at the wet rocks, the meanest crea
ture on earth would not have envied
him his position. The darkness that
shut out the awful depths below but
Intensified the danger to his excited
imagination.
As he clung there, feeling that the
roots of the tree must give way at any
moment and send him crashing to tne
bottom, he heard on the heights above
the voice of a negro, blithely singing a
plantation melody. Sir. Browne ree
ognlzed the voice as that of his own
stableman, evidently on his way to
THE CEDAR TREE HAD BEEN
TORN FROM ITS MOORINGS.
visit his sweetheart at Mrs. Major
Floyd-Floyd Jones' villa; and the mas
ter envied the man. Indeed, so far
had Mr. Van Cortland-Browne's pride
vanished that at that instant he would
gladly have exchanged fortune, family
and complexion with his servant.
Mr. 'Browne braced himself to shout
to the black man on the cliff in the
hope of attracting his attention, but,
as he inflated his lungs for the effort,
he heard, or imagined he heard, the
groaning of the cedar tree's roots, and,
thinking that his gry would add to the
strain and so precipitate the catastro
phe, he desisted.
Still on the heights above, and even
from Ihe vessels on the river, and par
ticularly from the direction of the great
city to the left, he saw rockets cutting
through the black night and bursting
Into a rain of mnny-colored tires. Now
and then the sound of music came to
his ears, blending with the cheers and
delighted cries of small boys who are
never so happy as when playing with
tiro.
Resembling the lines of quick, pallid
lights that penciled their course on the
clouds, there shot across air. Browne's
mind green flashes of Jealousy as he
gave sudden and momentary thought to
Col. Johnson and the beautiful widow
whom hn imagined riding hastily home
through the storm on their wheels and
now enjoying a tete-a-teteln the drawing-room
of the latter.
If Mr. Browno had not strengthened
his muscles by months of blcyclo ef
fort he could not have retained his po
sition astride the stunted cedar for
twenty minutes, but he was in no mood
for congratulating himself on his abil
ity to defer for a few black hours what
seemed to him Inevitable death.
Now and then Sir. Browne gave a
thought to his daughter, and he felt a
pang of remorse ns he recalled his op
position to the attentions of Commo
dore Blakely Horton-Smllh, and he
promised himself that if by any chance
he should survive long enough to see
the young people he would give them
his consent and his blessing.
How long the tnlnutes seemed! Each
hour was an eternity of indescribable
suffering. Although his position astride
the cedar tree was much like that in
the saddle of a bicycle, there was no
correspondence in the comfort. By mid
night he began to feel that if the tree
did not give way and send him to the
bottom he would soon split In two and
the halves would go crashing down the
Jagged sides of the palisades.
Mr. Browne ime at length to think
that the sun had gone down for the
last time, or at least that the earth
had ceased to revolve on its axis, which
amounted to the same thing;- and,
strange to say, this gave him a spark
of comfort, for It meant that the peo
ple cheering and setting off fireworks
In the upper world could not long sur
vive him in the eternal darkness.
The wretched man's hands were un
fitted for the work to which they were
now subjected; white, soft and shape
ly, they were torn by his efforts to
cling to the rocks on either., side and
above his head.
At length the rockets ceased, the
glow of rornnn candles died out, the
shrill yell of the small boy was no long
er heard, and the tooting of the steam
boat whistles ceased to come up from
the river.
An appalling silence came to the
heights above, but the wind coming
down the river and the murmur of the
water In the black depths beneath
struck his strained ears like the sad
dest dirge ever heard by mortal. It
was like the dead march played in ad
vance lo the condemned soldier as ho
is carried blindfolded to the place of
execution.
We ore told 'that when the box of
Pandora was opened all the evils that
now afflict mankind Hew out, and that
only hope remained behind. As the In
terminable hours of horror and dark
ness wore away, even hope ceased to
give strength to the doomed man, and
there came to hs heart hope's black
shadow, despair, and he began to feel
that It was folly to prolong the effort
for life.
At length the man's physical torture
dominated his mental anguish, and In
his desperation to be freed from pain,
he decided to change his position. In
stead of sitting astride the stunted
cedar tree, he determined to drop be
neath It and cling to It with his hands.
This would have been a dlllcate and
difficult undertaking even in the full
light of day and with a stronger tree
for support, but the nbstacles were In
creased a thousand fold by the dark
ness, by the slippery rocks down which
the water still poured, and by his own
physical weakness.
Driven to desperation and with bare
ly a fragment of presence of mind left.
Sir. Browne began to dismount, tak
ing care to cling, as a drowning man
slings to a spar, to the frail cedar tree.
Slr. Browne succeeded In changing his
position, and he enjoyed a few seconds
of Indescribable relief; but the weight
of his body on his arms, which were
not those of u trained athlete, soon
brought an equally keen pain to his
hands and shoulders. He made up his
mind that the position astride the tree
was better, as a permanent thing than
to cling suspended.
Even If Mr. Browne had not been ex
hausted by his. efforts so far, he could
not have performed successfully the
turn-vereln act of pulling himself up
to a horlontal bar and Bitting astride
the same, and this was practically what
he had now to do. In his wild struggle
he drove his toes Into the crevices, but
could gain no foothold.
He heard the groaning of the roots
above him, and he felt the cedar bend
ing down under his weight and efforts.
At length there came a crash. The
cedar tree had been torn from Its moor
ings In the crevice of the Palllsades
walland the unfortunate man fell.
Nature may seem cruel at times, but
when she brings death she Is ever kind
ly. Hhe closes the eyes to surround
ing dangers, and deadens the brain
with an oblivion that blots out the past
and makes us Indifferent to the future.
Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne knew no
more.
The gray dawn gradually flushing
with a rosier light camo over the West
chester hills beyond the Hudson. A
silvery mist curtained the waters of
the river, and the few white clouds in
the zenith, already catching the rayj
of the rising sun, gave promise of a
reautlful clay, when Mr. Van Cortiand
Browne regained consciousness and
looked about him. His first impres
sion was that he was at the bottom of
the Pulisades and that every bone in
his body must have been broken.
Wheu he' had gained Bufliclent pres
ence of mind he began to take an In
ventory of his anatomy. He moved
ami felt his arms, and rejoiced to find
them unbroken, though decidedly stiff.
He investigated his legs in the same
way, and despair gave plnce to hope in
his heart when he found them practic
ally uninjured.
Sir. Van Cortiand-Browne rose and
looked about him. He was on a little
plateau Just six feet below the point
to which the tree had been clinging the
dt-y before. He could not have fallen
more than eighteen IncheB, so that his
unconsciousness was due to mental
shock rather than physical Injury.
The plateau had an area of about ten
by twenty feet, and below this was a
sheer wall of three hundred feet drop
plug down to the waters of the Hud
son. Although there was no danger,
Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne in his ner
vousness drew away from the edge.
He was about to shout for help, when,
to his surprise and horror, he discov
ered that his voice had deserted him
and that what he intended for a cry
for aid died away in a gurgle in his
throat.
Again despair rose In the ascend
ency, for he saw that If he could not
raise his voice, to indicate to search
ers his whereabouts, that he muBt die
In this horrible place of hunger and
thirst.
The sun rose higher ami higher, ana
the ill-starred man's throat and Hps
were so parched that he would hava
given half his fortune for a drink of
water. Gradually he began to think
that he was not of so much Importance
to the people of the upper world as he
had imagined, for though his voice was
gone his hearing was intensified, and,
strain his ears as ho would, he detect
ed no sound of searchers or rescuers.
It was high noon when a thrill of Joy
stirred his heart at hearing voices on
WHEN MR. VAN CORTLAND
BROWN REACHED TERRA FIR MA.
the cliff above. The loudest of these
was that of Commodore Blakely Hor-ton-Smith,
who shouted to people, evi
dently some distance away:
"I have found his wheel! Sly God, he
has fallen over the Palisades!"
Shrieks and cries of agony came near
er and nearer, and he heard some one
saying:
"Take care of Sliss Van Cortiand
Browne. She has fainted."
The speechless man on the plateau, It
might have been thought, was In no
position to give way to anger, yet he
soon became so angry as to forgt his
thirst, the loss of his voice, the tortures
of the past night, and the dangers that
environed him; this was caused by
hearing Col. Washington Johnson say
ing to Sirs. Slajor Floyd-Floyd Jones
In soothing accents:
"Sly dear Mi s. Jones, pray calm your
self. Death comes to all sooner or later.
It Is the one thing we have to meet, and
we should be prepared for It particu
larly In the cose of our friends."
"Go away go away!" shrieked Mrs.
Floyd-Floyd Jones; "you are a heartless
monster!"
"Hut I assure you, T mean to be kind,"
protested Col. Washington Johnson. .
"Oh, Sir. Van Cortiand-Browne was
so grand, so noble, so everything that
was manly and good! I shall never be
myself again! This terrible calamity
will shadow my life till 1 Join him In
the grave!" Then, In a voice Indicative
of anger and' Impatience, Sirs. Jones
continued: "Why do you stand there.
Col. Johnson, with your hands in your
pockets? Why don't you mnke a search?
Why do you not go down the cliffs and
find the remains?"
"Well, madam," replied the colonel,
gazing over the edge of the precipice,
"If I were to go down the cliffs I should
soon be a remains myself."
The widow's words brought nn In
describable comfort to the heart of
the unhappy man on the plateau be
low. With the suddenness of Its depar
ture, his voice came back to him, and,
raising to Its loudest, he called out:
"My dear Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones!
I am down here pretty badly wrecked,
but If you send me roies to get me up I
think I can ride home with you on my
wheel."
Well, ropes were sent down to Mr.
Van Cortiand-Browne, and the young
commodore descended the ropes hand
over hand and fastened them securely
about the man, who, within six months,
was to become his father-in-law.
Strong arms on the top hauled away
at a signal from the commodore, add,
when Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne reach
ed terra firms, he found the arms of
two women about him, and with cries
of delight they were kissing his cheeks
and wetting them wit,h their tears.
The commodore came up the ropes
hold over hand without assistance,
and Miss Florence, regarding him as
her father's deliverer, threatened to
swoon again In his arms.
It Is a little more that a year since
Sir. Van Cortland-Browne's adventure,
and if anyone thinks that this episode
had been in any way exaggerated he
can find that it has really been subdued
and toned down from the reality by
visiting Eagle's Nest on the palisades
and hearing it from his lips of Sir.- and
Sirs. Van Cortiand-Browne, who dally
make a visit on their wheels to the scene
of what threatened to be an awful
catastrophe.
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Boating Without Sails or Oars Now
in Order.
A most unique ond novel boat is soon
to be launched "Down East." It is
built of light cedar und Is to be pro
pelled by kites. It has no sails and n-
oars. Any ordinary boat can be turne.i
into a kite-boat if one wishes, and
only time and patience are required
to learn how to manage the craft.
. This especial b;at has acioss its bow
nn ordinary twenty-foot spar, light In
weight but strong and springy. To
this the kite tackle is fastened. Three
kites are necessary, a large one in the
middle, made of strong bamboo .wood
and silk, ten by five, a small kite on
either side, half the size of the larger
one, and attached to a line only Im'f
as long. These strings are strong fish
lines. The line from the central kite
runs through a small pulley In the
middle of the boat and then passes to
the boatman in th stern, while the
two smaller kites have their lines ar
ranged in a more complicated stylo,
passing eventually Into the hands of
the boatman. By lengthening and
shortening the lines and working tno
tiller the boatman can completely
manage his queer craft.
Small balloons are attached to the
kites to make them stay in the air if
the wind ceases and to prevent them
coming down and getting a soaking.
In a gentle breeze these kites and bal
loons will keep the boat moving rap
Idly and evenly. Small, automatic
reels similar to those on lish poles are
used to make the handling of the klto
strings easier.
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Changes of Abode I
Changes of Weather!
Changes of Clothing I
Changes of Diet!
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No, 1 Cures Fever.
No. .1 ' Infants' Diseases.
No. 8 Neuralgia,
No. - Headache.
No. 10 Cures Dyspepsia.
No. H " Delayed Periods. " '
No. 13 Leuchorrea.
No. 14 " Skin Diseases. '
No. 15 Cures Rheumatism
No. W Malaria.
No. 1!4 " Brain Fag.
No. 27 Kidney Diseases.
No. 30 " Urinary Diseases.
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Tbe great popu nrltr it has erqalred esa
readily be traced to its nniqne lo. atiou. it
homelike atmoKpbere, tbe pecnliar excellence
of its cuisine and terries, and lta Terr moder
ate prices.
WILLIAM TAYLOR AND SON.
Hill
AV'eCclablcPrcparationrorAS'
sibilating the rood cndReg ula
ting the Stomachs and Dowels of
Promote s DigcstioaChcctful
ncssandRcst.Contalns nelUter
Opium.Morphinc nor Mineral.
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nkdvyncn t'Umtt
A pcrfrcr Remedy forConslipa
lion. Sour Stoniach.Diarrhoea,
Worms ,Convutsions,Fcvcrisrt
ncss and Loss of Sleep.
Tac Simile Signature of
NEW YORK.
55!
UP TO
-111 I
EXACT COPV OF WBAPPEB. I J
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Established I860.
Tft&
PIANOS
At a time when many manu
facturers and dealers are making
the most astounding statements
regardingthe merits and durability
of inferior Pianos, intending pur
chasers should not fail to make
critical examination of the above
instruments.
EL C. RICKER
General Dealer in Northeast
ern Pennsylvania.
1 1
j Naw Telephone)
Adama Ave,
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2,000,000 BARRELS
Made and Sold in Six Months, ending ilarch 1 1896,
Total Product of
liiiinnmi
The A Mill Alone produced 1,000,000 Barrels,
Largest Run on Record.
Wnshburn, Crosby's Superlative is sold everywhere from tha
Pacific Coast to St. John's, New Foundland, and in England, Ireland
and Scotland very largely, and is recognised as the beat flour la the
world.
IE&ARGEL
IV HOLES ALE AGENTS.
FOR
Dr. Van Pelt'.i Mon
thly Keiulatlnc Ves-
WOM
EfVI etahte Granule coui
11 mand and maintain t.
continuous traut as arecmirrativeiinexbaus-!
Ltiuu and debility peculiarly iiicidnut to
women or rentier rouaniuiione jnvmiTnanu
old ano. Tlier bare no eaaal. Thn facnltv
'atrouiilr recommend them. UenrriDtlve clr-
irnlar tree, ssnt sernrely senlrd. Juvenia
oi!tOjMejjtojreBytCTMijjvajyj
SEE
THAT THE
FAC-SIMILE
SIGNATURE
OF-
IS ON THE
WRAPPER
OF EVEBY s
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Oasterfs Is tint nn in fie.tfrA VhIm Ant. T4
Is not sold is balk. Don't allow anyone u mill
yoa anything slit en the plea or promise that it
li "jmt as good" and "will answer vntj jar.
pose." r Bet mat son est u-A-B-i-u-jt-i-A.
Tl foe. -
thills Jif stlrtT tmm
DATE.
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