Taken Hold* We can wake up from sleep and find that soreness and stiffness have taken hold of us. We nan use St. Jeoobs Oil and goto sleep and wake up and And ourselves com pletely cured. An advance of $2 per ton for wire and wire nails was announced at Cleveland, Ohio. Beauty Is Blood .Deep, Clean blood means a clean skin. ISTo beauty without it. Cascarett., Candy Cathar tic clean your blood and keep it clean, by stirring up the lazy liver and driving all im purities from the body. Begin to-day to banish pimples, boils, blotches, blackheads, and that sickly bilious complexion by taking Cascarets,— beauty for ten cents. All drug gists, satisfaction guaranteed, 10c, 25c, 50c. The last Arkansas cotton crop is the largest e\er raised In the State. How's This We offer One Hundred Dollars Reward for any ca-e of Catarrh that cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh Cure. P. J. CHENEY & Co.. Props., Toledo, O. We. the undersigned, have known F.J. 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Take Hood's Sarsa parilla and it will purify your blood, cure all humors and eruptions, and make you feel better in every way. It will warm, nourish, strengthen and invigorate your whole body and prevent serious illness. Hood's Sarsaparilla Is America's Greatest Medicine. Price, sl. Hood's Pills cure all Liver Ills. 25cents. Force of Habit. A trick of habit to be noticed iu many returned volunteer soldiers was publicly observed at the horse show the other day. An exhibitor, who was an officer and did good work in Cuba, was approached by his groom to receive orders. The orders given, up flew the hand of the groom to his hat. But, to the astonishment of «very one around, up also flew the hand of the ex-soldier to his hat, and the groom's gesture was responded to with a military salute. In a moment the smile of the ex-officer showed that he realized what a victim of habit he had become, but the first impulse ap peared to be irresistible. "The fact is," commented another ex-soldier, << it will be some time before any of us get over the habit of returning a salute. Thanks to those long months of practice, it has become a kind of second nature."—New York Evening Sun. ~ BELIEF FROM PAIN. Women Everywhere Express their Gratitude to Mrs. Pinkham. lira. T. A. WALDEN, Oibion, G«., write*: " DEAR St US. PINKHAM: —Before tak ing your medicine, life was a burden to me. I never saw a well day. At my monthly period I suffered untold misery, and a great deal of the time I was troubled with a severe pain in my side. Before finishing the first bottle •of your Vegetable Compound I could tell it was doing me good. I continued its use, also used the Liver Pills and Sanative Wash, and have been greatly helped. I would like to have you use tn.y letter for the benefit of others." Hrs. FLORENCE A. WOLFE, 51s /lulborry St., Lancaster, Ohio, wrltea: "DEAR MRS. 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(Hear what tho sea-wind saith) The rules o' the service are but three When ye fail with Admiral Death, Steady your hand In time o' squalls, Stand to the last by him that falls. And answer clear to the voice that calls, "Ay, Ay! Admiral Death!" How will yo know him among tho rest? (Hear what the sea-wind saith) By the glint o' the stars that cover his breast Yo may find Admiral Death. By the forehead grim with an ancient scar, By the voice that rolls like thunder far, By the tenderest eyes of all that are, Ye may know Admiral Death. Where are the lads that sailed before ? (Hear what the sea-wind aalth) Their bones are white by many ashore, They sleep with Admiral Death. Oh! but they loved him, young and old. For he left tho laggard, and took the bold, And the fight was fought, and the story's told. And they sleep with Admiral Death. —Henry Newbolt. 1 HOW HE'DIED."! ♦ * | An Episode From the Scudan. | He had lived in an infant village of Scotland, lying in the bosom of the hills, wrapped in green trees, and soothed by the prattle of a fussy brook and the weird singings a:id sigliings of nature. He had lived in the peace of solitude, with the mountains for his great shaggy playfellows, and ho scrambled among their great beards, tho forests, like a little flea. The burn was his bath, and ho and his companions would run around it like young white deer—diving like white arrows into the water, or framing its clear mirror like a group of beautiful nude angels whose wing-; were at the washing. Here his memory was born, and the birthplace of memory is its shrine for evermore. Such was his nursery—the humming of bees, the singing of birds,the mur muring brooks, the fanning of green branches—the nursery of life; far away from the humming of bullets, the blare of trumpets, the rolling of drums—the nursery of death. Now he was dying. The dying have good memories. Death's door is a mirror. He had worked on the little farm with his elder brother. His name was John—no, it was "Jock." He had worked there till he was 20. He rose at 5 in tho morning and yoked "Bess," the old mare, into the plow. They plowed together for two hours. One of "Bess' " eyes was blind—the left one, They bad breakfast at 8, aud Jock aslced the blessing: "We thank TJ - O Father, for giving us our daily Bread." That was all. He remembered it, every word. He wondered if Jock asked the blessing yet. He had a letter in his pocket from his mother aud Jock. Neither of them could write, so tho minister had written it for them. But his mother had spoken it all—he knew her in every word—except that bit atthe end telling how old Tom, the dog, had got his leg broken in the act of hanging onto Bess' tail. That was Jock's contribution. These terrible flies. He couldn't turn round either. Some thing wrong with his back. He couldn't feel anything. He seemed to be resting on air, and the air hurt hi in. He was lying beside a rock. It was black—smooth—hard. It gleamed with the many colors of an opal when the sun struck it. The sun was going down. It seemed to be hot with its day's work. It buried its red face iu the sand. How silent everything was! It was like the kirk on the Sabbath. How large the rock was when he lay at its feet! Like life. He had never thought it so large when lie walked about it four hours ago. Like life again. He had walked about it on his feet. How strange to walk on one's feet! Where were the soldiers—his mates? Were they all killed? He was alive, but dying. His heart throbbed too fast. How still everything was; no humming iu the air, or yelling of the black white-clad devils, or oaths, or squirtiugs of blood—nothing but silence. Could he turn his head? He could, but something like hot water trickled over his brow. There was a dead black Arab about two yards away—a ghastly bunch of mortality. How black he was! "Jock" had never seen a black man. His eyes were staring at him like balls of glass. What were they staring at him for? His teeth were clenched, and his right hand held a spear. The spear point was red. One dark leg was dr«*wu up. He looked like a wax work figure blown over by the wind. Wheu did he leave home? Two years ag > —two years ago—two years ago. Something m his ears seemed to draw out the words like elastic aud riug them like bells. What was he thinking of? His memory seemed to faint and then recover. Two years since then? Was that all? H» remembered that moruiug very well. A bonuie morning. The birds were singing and the buyn murmuring to itself. It would be murmuring now. Jock would be in bed by this time. The great mountains were clothed in purple—crimson thrones. The sheep dotted them with white spots, and they were very lonesome. He had his red coat on, and his sword and all; but he cried as he went over the brae. He remembered it very well. "S'long, Jock," he had said, but they never shook.h/nds. "S'long, Dick," said Jock, aud combed down the i mare. '•S'long, mother." His mother •was making Jock's porridge —stirring it on the fire. Tom, the cat, squirmed in and out and around his legs, his tail in air, as though he was drunk. Oh, God! Pover followed hitn up the brae. Ro' er was liis collie, his dog. They had worked together many a morning up ou the hills. He had shared his breakfast many a time. That nigger's eyes —how they stared. Rover stared at him liko that. "Home!" he cried. "Hame wi' ye, Rover!" Thedog looked at him with surprised eyes, but did not budge. "Hame, Rover!" The dog whined, but did not move. He took up a stone and flung it at the dog. It struck it. He cowered under the blow. "Hame, Rover!" he cried sternly, and the tears ran down hie cheeks. The dog ran back a little way, faced about, plumped down on the heather and watched him. When he turned at the top of the brae and looked back it was watching him still. A brown fly was standing on the black rock about a foot from his face. It stood very still. It might have been painted. He watched it intently. Its wings were like glistening armor. Its feet and legs were bright red. It had been wading iu blood. Would it never go? He could not raise his hand to brush it away. He blew it with his breath—gasping—but it did liol budge. Suddenly it started away. Was the world dead that everything was so hushed? Something howled very far away—a dog, perhaps. How beautiful the desert was—like a great beach with the ocean l olled away out of sight. A golden floor,like the floor of heaven. Rut one did not die in heaven. A star glimmered very fai away, like a shimmering jewel in a deep blue evening robe. The moon rose up to the roof of the world like a yellow Chinese lantern. Why was he lying here? How had it happened? Then he remembered the regiment standing in the sau 1y desert waiting for the rush. How strange it all was. The silence was terrible. A man behind him be gan to laugh. Another swore oaths: in a low voice. Another said: "Got a bite o' baccy, mate?" Then, from be hind the rocks, a long row of white smoke puffs curled up, like smoke from gigantic pipes. Red tongues spit at them. The air hummed and whistled. A man's hat went off. A bayonet fell with a jingle, aud a man sat down upon the sand with a scared white face, fiddling with the buttons of his coat. Somebody began to moan. The captain said: "Steady, men. Take the beggars low down." Then the great dark wave, white crested, came racing across the yellow beach. It broke upon the red rock— fierce, angry faces, blazing eyes, white teeth, big flapping feet. He set his teeth and drove his bayonet iu a big black body. How soft it was. It squirmed on the end of it like a fly ou the end of a pin. - Then the blow came—a terrible shock. It seemed to lift him into the air and fling him backward. Some thing stopped his ears. The reoling black and red figures flashed down ward. Now he was lying beside the rock. How strange he felt! That dead sol dier—how white his face was! A little hole in his forehead—a little red pea. Life had leaped through that. What a small thing it was! Who was moan ing for water? Was it he, or some one behind him? He could not tell. It was getting cold. The stars were all watching him. The beautiful de sert. That was Rover howling. He was very near. How loud the howling was! Death's watchdogs. He was near death's house. "S'long, Jock." How dizzy he felt. Ho could not see very well. "S'long, mother." A black mist rushed over the sand. His head tumbled backward as though a prop had been suddenly re moved. The diamond eyes turned into glass of a pale blue and green color. Extract from the newspapers—the soldier's epitaph. "Killed in the Soudan: Richard McDonald, aged 22." Chances of the College Graduate. "Appleton's Cyclopaedia of Ameri can Biography" contains,in round fig ures, 15,000 names. Of that number a few over 5000 are the names of col lege graduates, and 10,000 approxi mately are the names of those who are not college graduates. It is extreme ly difficult to estimate with any degree of accuracy the number of college graduates who have lived in our coun try since the begiuning of our history. Suppose we adopt the usual estimate of 150,000. Five thousand of these have done snch work as to deserve rec ognition; that is, one man in every 30 sent out by the colleges and univer sities has reached some distinction. This proportion seems pitifully small, and our case seems already lost. But let us put over against these col lege graduates those who are not grad uates. As the male population of the United State s ) grows up aud passes through the age of college education, a little more than 1 per cent, actually gradu ates from colleges and universities for ease in calculation, let us call it 1 per cent. Then, if we count the grad uates in our country since the begin ning of our history at 150,000, the non-graduate males of graduate age number 15,000,000. Of this vast mul titude only 10,000 have done such work as merits recognition in au ency clopsedia of biography. Only one iu every 1500 of the non-graduates has attained distinction, while one in every 30 of the college graduates has beeu equally fortunate. That is to say, the boy who takes time to prepare him self for his work by submitting him self to the discipline furnished by the college or university increases his chances of success fiftyfold.—Professor | John Garleton Jones, iu The Forun^ y 4 |FORWOMAN'S BENEFIT.:; h Ornaments In Millinery. High coloring in millinery is fur ther enlivened by conspicuous orna ments in novel and unique devices. First of all are heraldic designs, old Greek aud Roman buckles, and war like weapons of various shapes, sot with gems that are in all tints and more or less valuable. There are handsome opal inns in circles of French brilliants and medals aud cameo medallions linked together with glittering paste clasps, uot to mention immense jeweled dragon flies, butter flies and tiny reptile designs, in real gold or French enamel, bronze, jet, emerald stones, rubies and cut Rteel, the range of ornamentation extending from hay rakes and harpoons to crowns aud coronets, from a pearl sand-piper to au owl with onyx beak aud dia mond eyes. Failures of Business Women. It is estimated that the total num ber of business women in England who failed during 1897 is 422, being a decrease of 17 as compared with 18'Jfl. The largest number of failures occurred among widows, aud the num ber of spinsters and widows who failed under receiving orders is practically identical with the failures iu the same classes under deeds of arrange ment. A table which has been com piled shows the various trades aud occupations in which the women who failed were engaged. Among these 54 were in the grocery trade, .'it were milliners and dressmakers, another 34 were drapers and haberdashers, 27 were lodging-house keepers, 14 were fishmongers aud poulterers and two were cycle makers. The total liabil ities were $1,5-16,186 and the assets $625,000. A Curiosity In Motives. The motives for which women marry are as numerous as the sands of the sea, or—as the women. Our easy as sumption is that each one of every engaged couple is "in love" with the "other one." That is, the parties are drawn together by some mysterious psychic attraction, more or less strong. In truth, this inner personal attraction is not always present, either in both parties to an engagement or even with one of the pair. Accident, propinquity, trifling circumstances, social or family pressure, some slight airy nothing decides the question be tweeu marriage or no marriage for the woman,so slight that it is as if women were always waiting on the brink of this new experience and a very light touch caused them to fall into,or wan der into, or drift into it, according to their several temperaments. —Har- per's Bazar. The Contest of tlie Cor >»'t. The seemingly endless discussion concerning the merits or demerits of wearing corsets finds occasionally queer modes of illustration. It was at the North London Collegiate School for Girls that there was recently held a contest between wearers of corsets and 11011-wearers of corsets that was interesting in the extreme, to say the least. No men were admitted to view the exercises. There had been many a discussion between the advocates aud the de tractors of the close fitting garment. It was finally decided to settle the matter by a practical exhibition. The wearers of corsets accepted a challenge from the non-wearers to cope with theui in any form of exercise sug gested. Sixteen girls were selected on either side. In all fairness it should be told that of the 16 who affected corsets there was none conspicuous for an abnormally small waist. The first trial was at leaping. Neither side scored an appreciable advantage. The average leap of the corset wearers was 3 feet 7 inches, while the ab stainers made an average of 3 feet 6 1-11 inches. Then came the long leap, in which the corset champions cleared 9 feet 1 1-4 inches and their rivals 9 feet 4-11 inches. Among the non-corset wearers, however, was one girl who outstripped them all with a leap of 12 feet. All the girls had trained hard for the tug-of-war. The 16 who never wore the waist embracers easily had an advantage over their sisters, who were twice dragged over the line. On the program there was also an en durance run, in which it was shown that the corset girls had an advan tage in the matter of respiration rates. In the way of pulse rates the other side scored. The breathing capacity furnished a good test and the corset wearers were found to have had their capacities diminished by 0.8 cubic inches. On the other hand, after the hard ruu the abstainers' breathing capacity was found to have increased 4.4 cubic inches. The test did not definitely decide the question, but it gave the young wonieu a novelty, with plenty of fun thrown in.—New York Herald. All Kmpregs* Vanitv. The late Empress Elizabeth of Austria, like her namesake of Eng land, was sensitive about her personal appearance, aud regretted the ravages of tiuio to more thau the ordiuary de gree. Her passion for violent riding and long, very quick walks was con nected with her great dread of becom ing stout. She had brought ou her recent ill-health by the rigidity with which she dieted herself in order to avoid adding to her weight. Although she was rather tall she made a point of weighing less than 100 pounds, and would practically starve herself for some time if she turned the scale of the weighing machine that always stood in her bedroom at anything be yond that figure. This in her case had produced the anemia that was the direct cause of the disorder of the heart for which she had lately been treated. The warning should be taken to heart; while exercise and judicious care in diet can do a great deal toward keepiug down superfluous flesh, the starving treatment is very dangerous, and any sort of dieting should only be undertaken with medical supervision, not in the first place, but throughout its course. The uufortuuate empress, like Queen Elizabeth, forbade her portrait to be taken when she had passed her bloom. Tradition says that Elizabeth, for many years before her death, re fused to look in a mirror, but she had' the responsibilities of a queen regent and could not seclude herself as she aged from the eyes of her courtiers as the modern monarch did. It is a curious example of the irony of fate that the most hideous portrait ever produced of Queen Elizabeth is one of the few that may now be seen iu the National Portrait Gallery, not withstanding that she ordered the ab solute destruction of every reproduc tion of it. It appears in the form of a coin, showing her very aged and perfectly hideous, with a "nut-crack er" nose and chin, hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. The only example of the coiu, I believe, is the specimen now ou show in that most prominent position. The Empress Elizabeth was under no obligatiou to appear on ordinary coins, aud on the few medals aud orders on which she appears in company with the emperor a youthful portrait is always to be seen. Growing old is hard on all of us, no doubt, but to the beauty it is a ter rible tragedy.—lllustrated London News. What the Scientific Kal>y MiPftcg. The baby dressed and fed and aired and trained on scientific principles does not have the easiest life in the world. Of course he grows strong and has no ne. ves and no aggressive bodily sensations of any kind, and wheu lie is older and has to sympa thize with dyspeptics and bear with nervous folk he is thankful that he was brought up on sterilized milk and cradled in a canvas cot. But the sci entificly nurtured baby misses lots of fun. He does not know the joy of having doting aunties aud school-girl friends of his mother chuck him un der the chin, count his toes, curl his hair and squeeze him with affection ate cruelty. He is ignorant of the pleasures of a downy uest iu which he can snuggle his little backbone out of shape, acquire round shoulders iAu other things that come from soft pil lows aud eiderdowns. He does not know how nice it. is to be rocked to and fro by the hour iu a cradle all blazoned over with cupids and roses aud doves, and he would probably grin a toothless grin of incredulity if told about crib draperies or carriage parasols dangling with lace and rib bon. But perhaps the most amusing custom the scientific baby has never been introduced to is the time-hon ored one of waking up the household because he happens to be restless or cross or lonely. If the new baby at tempts this way of attracting atten tion to himself nothing of any special importance happens. Being a very healthy baby and not a fussy one be objects to wasting his energy and with infantile philosophy refrains from re peating the performance. That is the difference between his attempts at playing the tyrant and those of the old-time baby. In justice to the old baby it should be said that the new baby does not care especially for com panionship when he wakes up at night. His yearning for society is not catered to, and consequently not well developed. He is not "entertained" during the day, and so does not long for the antics of his elders to while away the long hours of night. Night lights for him to blink at, lullabies to listen to, and rocking-chairs to upset his nerves are all unknown to the Spartan scientific baby.—New York Post, Fashion Notes. A black fichu with gauze scarfs fall ing at the back or front gives an air to the evening dress otherwise of color that is very pretty and appropriate to the season. There is an increase in the wearing of fancy jewelry even ou ordinary oc casions, and the quainter and older the style of the costly trinket the greater its vogue. The long lace barbs which have been stored away in the treasure box for years may be brought out ouce more and used for a necktie. They are long enough to tie iu the fashion able nianuer audit hardly matters what kind of lace they are,since every thing in the way of lace is worn. A little close-tied bow of mirror vel vet, with flaring ends, is one of the pretty touches on the new gowns. It is fastened with a jewelled buckle on the lower edge of the collar band, directly in front, without any regard to the color of the material of which the band is made, and is always in some contrasting color. Demi-trained princesse dresses are iu great vogue. These are of white or pink India silk, Marie Antoinette satin, faille in plain colors, or striped with chenille or velvet, silk-dotted Henrietta cloth or drap d'ete with velvet accessories matching the color of the tiny dot. These gowns are new, graceful and very becoming. The prettiest gown for a bridesmaid is one of dotted muslin made up over pale yellow silk. The skirt really consists of 17 narrow frills,each edged with two rows of white satin baby ribbon. A pointed yoke is at the top of the skirt, while the bodice has a bolero of frills with an uuper portion of tucks. The hat may be of yellow straw trimmed with white chiffon and wings. Such a gown is not nece»sarily expensive and may be made at homa. Warm*!/ and Strengths The cold o£ winter certainly aggravate? rheumatism, and at all seasons St. Jacobs Oil 1« Its master cure. It Imparts warmth and strength to the muscles, and cures. An lowa Judge has decided that the life Insurance of a voluntary baulcrupt is au asset. To Florida, Resort*. The Plant System reaches tho finest re sorts in Florida, Cuba, Jamaicu and Porto Rico. Tickets by both rail and water from the East. Tri-weekly steamship service be tween Port Tampa, Key West and Havana Beautifully illustrated literature, maps, rates, etc., upon application to J. J. Fains worth. Eastern Pass. Agent, Plant System, 261 Broadway, New York. Kenosha, Wis., is to have a new library building, being the gift of the Mayor. Don't Tobacco Spit xnil Smoke lour I.ife Amy. To quit tobacco easily and forever, be mag netic. full of life, nerve and vigor, take No-To- Bac, the wonder-worker, that makes weak men strong. AU druggists, EOc or ft. Cure guaran teed. Booklet and sample free. Address Sterling Kemedr Co., Chicago or New Yoils A street in New York City, now in course of construction, will be named Dewey ave nue. What I>» I lie Children Drink > Don't give them tea or coffee. Have you tried the m-w food drink called OKAIN-O? It is delicious and nourishing, and takes the place of coffee. The more GRAIN-O you give the children the more health you distribute through their sys te Is. (JUAIN-O is made of pure grains, and when properly prepared tastes like tho choice grades of coffee, but costs about as much. All grocers sell it. 15c. and 25c. The Lincoln monument at Springfield, 111., is decaying and is in need of repairs. H. H. (JltKEx'S SONS, of Atlanta, (in.. aw the only successful Dropsv Specialists in tlic world. See their liberal offer ill advertisement in another column of this paper. Spain has been notified not to send any more criminals to Cub". The Tiling to Do. When the Sciatic nerve gives its worst torment in the shape of Sciatica, tho one thing to do is to use St. Jacobs Oil promptly and feel sure of a cure. Auto-trucks can be run twenty-ilye miles on one charge of air. Coughs I,L>U|| to Consumption. Kemp's Balsam will stop the cough at once. Goto your druggist to-day and ge a sample bottle free. Sold in 25 and 51/ cent bottles. Go at once; delays are dan gerous. An order was recently placed with a com pany for 250 auto-trucks. No-To-Bac for Fifty Cents. Guaranteed tobacco habit cure, makes treau men stronu. blood pure. 60c, *l. All druggists There were two banks in New York City in 1800. tloxwie's Croup (lure Acts directly on the delicate tissues of the throat anil prevents tho formation of the white membrane as in diphtheria. 50 cents. Chicago has CIS churches, and Philadel phia has more than 600. To Cure a Cold in One Day. Take Laxative Kroino Quinine Tablets. All Druggists refund money if it fails to cure. 35c. A great exhibit of American automobile? will be seen at the Paris Exposition. To Care Constipation Forever. Take Cascarets Candy Cathartic. 10c or 25a If C. C. C. fail tficiire. rirr-rrl'st-.e —''inii money Pure running water is met with every where in Porto Kieo. Dr. Seth Arnold's Cough Killer knocks Colds.—JOHN DAKCJANKI.L. 444 Fargo Ave.. Buffalo, N. Y., Aug. 17. 18118. a boltl*. .. The 29,000 German Baptists in the United States gave lust year 362,000 to missions. I believe Piso's Cure for Consumption savea my boy's life last summer. Mrs. ALLLL DOUG LASS. Le Hoy, Mich., Oct. 30, 1894. There was no postoftlee in New York City until 1775. Mrs. VVinslow's Soothing Syrup l'or children teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma tion, allays pain, cures wind colic. 25e.a bottle There are 125 Bishops of the Church o£ England distributed over the world. j£dacate Your iitmciß Wit-la Cascaretß. Candy Cathartic, cure constipation forever 10c,25c. If C. C. C fail. drown st.« refund money Calhoun County, Illinois, has not had a bankfor over half a century. Reflection* of a Bachelor. The dreariest thing is wasted love. A mail doesn't begin to love till his passion becomes of age. The more a woman studies fiuance the surer she is that nothing makes a thing so clear as a pattern. Probably Cupid's success is due to the fact that he has only one string to his bow. If there were no sucli thing as love, there would be no such thing as music in the world. Whenever you see a self-made mau you can be pretty sure it's more than half some woman's fault. No man achieves success as long as he is a contradiction to himself, or as long as he is not a contradiction to a woman. There are two women in the average man's life—the woman he wants to marry and the woman he wishes he wanted to marry. When a woman resolves to spread sunshine and happiness around her she begins by carrying a sad, wistful look in her eyes and talking in a low, mournful voice.—New York Press. Great Author, But Poor Speller. It is interesting to perceive how lively a power of observation and ex pression, what a degree of maturity, alike in intelligence, character and reading, Robert Louis Stevenson at eighteen or nineteen already pos sessed. In one particular, it must be confessed, namely, in spelling, he shows himself remarkably boyish. But Stevenson in truth never learnt to spell quite in a grown-up manner; and for this master of English letters a catarrh was apt to be a "cattarrh," and a neighbor a "nieghbor," and literature "litterature" to the end. To reproduce all these trips and slips in print would be mere pedantry; and the normal orthography has been adopted in his letters, except where he himself is aware of his difficulties and laughs over them.—Scribner's Magazine.
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