STUCK FAST J> TIIE CHIMNEY. The Ludicrous Predicament of an Incnu tioiiH Nergo Thief Atlanta constitution. PALMETTO, February 16.—A ludicrous attempt to commit burglary occurcd hero last night. A negro named Bob Nails spent some time yesterday afternoon In the store of Mr. F. Hopkins, and decided on bis plan to get in the store last night. So when night came he went to the rear window in the store and broke out the glass, but failed to get In because of the iron bars across the wiudow. He then conceive,d the idea of going down the chimney, so he climbed up on the awning and from there to the top of the house, which is only one story high. He then to rid himsef of all encumbrances and make himself as small as possible, stripped himself of every article of his clothing, left them on top of the house,' aud slipped himself Into the chimney ; but the chimney, Instead of being one with the old-fashioned large Hue aud large, opeu fireplace, was one built for a grate in which to burn coal, and had a very small flue and throat, consequently when Nails ;got about two-thirds of the way down he stuck. He could neither go down or up, so there he stuck from 12 o'clock till day. He yelled and sung, but could get no help until parties went in the stoic to make a tire in the morning, when lie made his presence known to keep a fire from being built under him. They got a couple of negro men to go on top of thehousc and let down a rope, which the thief got hold of, and they pulled him out, when he had the appearance of being covered about a quarter of an inch thick with soot. He made a full confession, waived commit ment trial, and went to jail. THOSE QUADRUPLETS Are Carefully Cuiiniud From I'ryiuq; l-'.yes by Order of (he Doctor. Mrs. M. Newton, of Everson, near Scottdale, who gave birth, a few days ago, to four perfectly formed girls, is still the talk of the town. When I)r. A. J. Rogers made his visits there Friday a largo number of ladies braced him to let them go in a'.so aud take a view of the quadruplets, hut he refused. The history of the Newton family is interesting. Mr. and Mrs. Nowton are of Irish birth, botli having been horn in Cork, Irelaud, where they became aequaiuted and were mar ried. Shortly after their marriage they emigrated to this country and located at Everson, wlitre Mr. Newton got work iu the miues, and has been there ever since. Mrs. Eliza Newton is the mother of two boys, three girls, more properly nine,with the quartette of girls horn yesterday inornitig. She is about live feet two inches in stature, fair complexion, and is mod erately educated. Mike Newton, who is an out-and-out Irishman, is Ave feet eight inches in height, weighs about 150 pounds and is only an ordinary looking man. ilis hair is inclined to be sandy. By hard work he has secured for himself a little home in Everson, and unless some thing unforeseen takes place he has now an opportunity to make large sums of money. It is understood he has already received flattering offers to place the four girls on exhibition, if they live, and there is now every prospect that they will, and remain healthy. Mrs. Newton herself is one of the t win daughters of her mother, wiio lives in , Ireland. She never had more than one child at a birth before yesterday morning. Dr. A. J. Rogers, their physician, said after he made his visits to-day that the mcther and children were doing well, and the inference drawn was that tliey would surely live. He said they resembled four peas, and you could not possibly tell them apart, as even the lines on their faces and on their heads are exactly alike. They are very lively, and when they ery you think you wiH meet with MoQ-inty's fate. Rev. Lambing christened them yesterday, aud after they had been named, Mrs. Newton herself could not distinguish them by their names. Dr. Rogers will not admit anyooe to see them for ten or twelve days yet, when it is expected the danger line will he passed. The doctor is quite confident of bringing them through all right. Legislature will likely he pctitiond to make a provision for the Newton family. Evergreen Num'rieH, Of Evergreen, Wisconsin, claims to be the largest nursery of the class in America. It now contaius several millions of small Evergreens, comprising some fifty vari . eties, and about the same number of Orna mental Trees aud Flowering Shrubs. These Nurseries now serve about three thousand customers annually, whose orders range all tho way from one dollar to one thousand dollars or more each. A stenographer and type-writer is employed for the correspondence. During the dig ging and packing season twenty-five to thirty men are employed and about fifteen to twenty are required to take care of the trees during the growing season. These ' Nurseries are making a specialty of plants for Evergreen Hedges, and have several millions ready for sale, of three or four of the most popular varieties. Their prices on Tree Seedlings arc much below any others we have seen. It will pay any of our readers thinking of planting un Evergreen Hedge, or any other ornamental trees or shrubs, to send a postal card to these nurseries asking for their Catalogue. Hon. A. A. Barker, who is now so" journing in Ihe South, writes a lengthy letter in Ihe Cambria Herald. Prince Bismarck is a miller, a paper maker, a brickmaker, an ironmaster, a coal miner and a brewer. LOST ILLUSIONS. This is the fairy forest of my dream, Where licroes rode in glittering armor flight— And the tall trees in the jiale moonshine seein To whisper tales of long ago, to-night Methlnks the flowers are hushed in sleep, nor see The mystic symbols which upon the moss The white moon casts through yonder swaying tree — Where I in solitary search must cross. It is the same old fairy forest still; But where are all the heroes dressed In gold? And where the nymplis who beckoned me until I thought them real—ere yet the world was old? I seek them Bow, hut they elude my quest: Lost dreams of youth and faith are ne'er re stored;— Fori myself am he whose hands did wrest The substance from the visions I adored. —Felix N. Clcrson in Philadelphia Ledger. ONE SUBSCRIBER. Phoebe Muuiford came down to break fast one morning in very low spirits. There sepmed no doubt that the mortgage would be foreclosed at last. 11 er father's mind failed more and more. Everything was forlorn and wretched. She had been gazing tit a rose colored picture of the past to which distance lent enchantment. She saw Iter buxom, comfortable, loving mother: her young aunts, who petted her; a kind though grave father: a lover, Billy Barton, who adored Iter, and went away to sea and who had not been heard of since. There was a little misunder standing that site was too proud to ex plain. Now how gray and dull was life! The dear mother gone, and though doubtless site watched over her daugh ter, human eyes cannot see those loving angels. The aunts married; one in Cali fornia, one in Colorado, one in Canada, with families of their own. The father changed, since the terrible illness that followed his wife's sudden death, to a trembling, querulous shadow, who re quited all her love and tenderness by finding fault with ber for her having been born a girl. "If 1 had a son," he used to say, "things wouldn't go to rack and ruin while I'm poorly. It's the only fault I ever found with your good mother, that she had a girl instead of a hoy." "Poor father! he used to he so differ ent," Phoebe would say to herself; "and it isashame that lain notayoung man." But still, when a woman finds herself unappreciated, her heart must ache. A son never would have made the feeble old man so comfortable, waited on him so patiently, spared him so much. The "bound girl," little Hannah Jane, from the poor house, was bright and tractable, hut there was still much to do; all woman's work, though: nothing that could keep the heavy mortgage from fore closing, or tlie man who farmed what land there was left "on shares" from cheating them unmercifully: every day and which was almost his only pleasure. She glanced down the column of deaths and marriages, and saw there no name that she knew. She read an account of the appearance of the sea serpent at the shore near a curtain hotel, and of a frightful murder that made her blood run colli. She read the wise words of the weather prophet, who predicted a rising barometer, and glanced over the advertisements. "Spinkins' electric col lar button, warranted tp cure every thing," offered testimonials from kings and warriors, and tempted her to go down and buy one for pa—or would, had she had the money to throw away on a cruel imposture. DOBBS& CO., on receipt of tec cents and a stamped and directed envelope, will send to any lady or gent leman directions liovr to make a for tune at their own homes. She was not much impressed by this magnificent offer. But here was some thing: WAITED In our office, a lady of education and refinement, a good talker, who has read a great deal. Salary s."io por week. Apply at once in person. Church member preferred. •COZZEN & OC., No. street. '•Dear me!" cried Phoebe to herself, "fifty dollars a week! I think I am re fined. I certainly have had a good edu cation. I read everything I .can get to read. I am a church member. If I could "et Ihe plaoe, I could go to busi ness regularly like a man, give pa most of the fifty dollars a week, save the place, perhaps, and certainly buy the electric -collar button." Visions of her father restored to health and vigorous old age; of the mortgage paid off; of herself kneeling at her father's feet while his hands rested on her head and said: "My daughter, I no longer regret that God never gave me a son, since he sent ine you," rushed through her mind. She slipped from the big horse hair covered arm chair, and, kneeling before it, hid her face in its great, dimpled back, and with her handkercuief to her eyes, prayed to be helped. And when she arose it seemed to her that a strong, unseen hand led her; that there could be nothing to fear or dread; nothing before her hilt success. She gave her father his breakfast with many smiles, and faily laughed when he said: "Now, if yon were a boy you could just go along with mo to the polls and vote for Puflingham. I want that man to bo elected; he's got the right views about property. But you're a girl, poor thing—a girl." Little ho knew what was in her mind. She read the political articles through and had just time to catch the train, giving Hannah Jane directions for the dinner, "If I get the place, old Mrs. Williams must come and live here," she said to herself, as she walked. "I'd feel per fectly sale then, and 6he'd bo glad to have the spare room and her board." A fresh color was on her cheek, and a bright sparklo in her eye as she stepped into tho car. She wore her very best things—precious and well saved—but she must look her best. And she did; for hope is as great a beautifier as fresh bonnet strings, and when reaching No. street site climbed tiie long and rather dirty stairs until she reached the office of G'nzzen & Co., with a hopeful heart. The door of the room stood open. The opposite roofs were visible through the unshaded windows. Some girls stood at a table folding pamphlets; others sat at another directing envelopes. Behind a barricade of walnut desk and iron rail ing sat a portly gentleman, bland, and wearing a good deal of white hair, from which a pair of round, black eyes, and a very round nose, blackened at the nos trils with snuff, peered out and gave him the appearance of one of those poodles which belles of years ago were fond of carrying about with them, Another lady, with downcast eves, was gliding from the room; and another woman, with rather a coarse manner, tossed Iter head in indignation as she pushed past the first. "Poor tilings! they have applied for the place and have liot got it," said Phoebe; but .she could not feel sorry. The portly gentleman arose behind his railings as she looked toward him, and bowed. "Walk in," lie said. • Phoebe also bowed politely. "Your advertisement"— she faltered. "Yes, yes," said the gentleman, "I un derstand. We have had throngs of la dies here. H'm! Sit down." "I do not know what your position is, sir," said Phoebe, feeling very brave almost like the son her father had al ways wished for, she thought; "but I can do mv best. 1 have an education. lam a church member. I read a great deal. 11 hiuk I can talk a little ou a sub ject I understand. And amongst so many books"—she glanced at the shelves —"I certainly should find the employ ment congenial; only I must go out of town every night," "That would lie very easy," said the gentleman. "You could arrange your hours to suit yourself. You are exactly the person we want. I see in your face that expression I look for in vain in so many faces—intelligence." The gentle man gave a little leap on his chair and spread his hands abroad. "Vivacity!" He repeated the action. "And with a fine personal appearance. You are the very woman we need. I speak in a purely business way. We must think of these tilings. You suit us." Could it be? Could if be? Phoebe trembled with joy. Fifty dollars a week —her dreams realized—her father happy! Meanwhile the gentleman arose from his seat. "This." said lie, taking a thick volume from a shelf, "is the volume." Phoebe looked at it with a happy smile and waited for more. "Have you ever taken subscriptions?" asked the gentleman. "No," said Phoebe; "but I" "Ah, ves. you will be very successful, I am sure," said the gentleman. "We give you a list of streets, numbers, names of residents. You call with the book; ask to see Mrs. So and So, or Mr. So and So; send up your name; your card is preferable. You rise when the person enters; say 'How do you do, Mrs. So and So? I feel that you would be interested in this work and called to show it to you.' You then talk in such a manner that the person subscribes for the book. On receiving the money we give you the percentage. You see?" "Yes," said poor Phoebe, who, under the revulsion of feeling, was on the verge of a fainting fit. "Yes. It is like the man with 'Dosem's Family Medicine,' and the other books, who comes to our house sometimes. But you give fifty dollars per week?" "Fifty, dear madam!" cried the man. laughing and rubbing his hands gayly. "At ten cents on each book you can easily get a hundred subscribers a day— six hundred a week; sixty dollars for the six days' work. With your mesmeric power—l see it in your eyes—you will make more." Poor Phoebe -began to feel better. It would be terrible work; not at all what she supposed: but —anything, anything for father and the homestead! "This is a specimen copy," said the gentleman. "You buy this little book for your names. It hae a pencil attach ed; twenty-five cents. And you leave one dollar deposit for the book." "Is that necessary?" sighed Phoebe. "Well, we exact it of all," said the amiable Mr. Cuzzeu. "What would you have? We can't make exceptions; we should offend others." Phoebe paid the dollar and a quarter, took the book and walked away, glancing at the outline of her "beat," which was far up town. The book was a collection of receipts, advice to youth, selections from Bryant's poems and fun from old jest books. It had also many patent medicine adver tisements bound between its covers, and four or five portraits of "beauties" with their heads on one side and a simpering smile upon their faces. Poor Phoebe! she hoped against hope as the street ear took her up town, and still cherished much more of that com forting emotion than could have been expected, when her feet touched the red hot flagstones of Fifty-seventh street, and the tall residences stared down at her with half their doors closed with those wooden barriers that say to all who look, "Family gono to Europe." But yet there were 6teps that might bo climbed, and Miss Mumford climbed them patiently. She saw asweet, old lady, who beamed on her and said: "We've such a large library now, we can't really add to it. There's not room in the houso for another book." She saw a sarcastic lady, who said: "Greatly obliged for the attention. It is a wonderful book—wonderful, but I couldn't understand it. I liavo to read lighter tilings. My brain, you know, won't bear too much." She saw a decided lady, who said: "No, no, indeed! oh, no!" and opened the door. She saw a contemptuous young lady, who simply shook her head, and rang for a footman to "show this person out." : Then she saw a grandpapa with a dyed mustache and an eye glass, who was gal lant and offensive. Then she received many "not at homes" from angry ser vants, who knew her errand well, and felt that they had been troubled to open the door unnecessarily. After many long, hot, wasted hours she found that her | nest number was a drug store, and en tered it. thankful for its cool shadow. She was hot, thirsty, wretched. She longed for a glass of the ice cold soda water, but had only a little change, which must serve for fares, in her pocket. She stood before the counter and re peated Ju.r little story—her talk about the book. The druggist smiled as he glanced at the volume. "I vould not half such drash in mine house," lie "aid. "You vaste your dime mit a book like dis." "It seems worthless to me," said poor f Phrvlic. sighing. "You get (look in, like some oder beo- ' pies, mit dent rascals." said the German. "You look dired, madarne, and not veil. ; Go home and re*t—l atvise you as a doc tor." A customer, who had been looking at , her, threw down the price of a tooth ; brush he had bought, and seizing his purchase, followed Phoebe out of the j door. I "Let me see your hook, madarne," he j said. "Very nice; I'll subscribe. Give j me your book, I'll write my name and i residence." He did so. Phoebe thanked him, and tried to read it, but the letters danced before her eyes. Her head was so hot, so heavy, she must go back to Mr. Coz zoti's, get her dollar, give in her sub scription. till him that site had failed. She would feel better after she had rested, she thought—better. How kind that man had been. But he subscribed for her book—she knew it well—out of sheer pity: as one gives alms to a beg gar. She was in Mr. Cozzeu's office again. He looked at her out of his bush of white hair. His black eyes and black nose more poodle liko than before. She had w astcd her day, risked sun stroke. failed in her effort, and crushed her hopes. What did lie care, if he had one subscription more? A book agent was almost suretoget one. and hundreds toiled over the earth every day with the sanio result*. "V, ry fo-.1i.-h to give it up so," lie de clared. "The first day never counts. I have kdics on my list making a hundred dollai > a week who got no subscribers on the first day, and— Oh, your dollar: Yes, yes! And here is your percentage— ten cent-. But you ought not to despair when yon have secured the name of Capt, Barton on vour list. Well, good day." She was gone, threading the streets that led to the firry. The I Hint first; then the train. Was that the train com ing? What a roar! How black it was! She staggered, but she did not fall to the ground. Some one caught her in his arms. Oitof darkness, out of rest, out of strange communion with her mother in another world, Phoebe floated back to life again. A woman sat beside her and fanned her. "She's all right now," said a voice of the family doctor order. "Only faint mess; not sunstroke." Then peace again: and waking, much better. "My poor father!" she siglic-d. "He must be so terrified! Some one has been •so kind: but let me get to my father at ■once." "All in good time," said the motherly woman at her side. "Your father won't be anxious, Phoe be," said & man, and her only subscriber stepped where she could see him. "1 found your name and address in your little note book. I went and told liim you'd be home to-morrow. You don't remember me, Phoebe?" Phoebe smoothed her dress and sat up on the chintz couch and looked at the speaker. "You subscribed for my book," she said. "But before that," said the man. "Be fore I had a beard and went away to sea with no hopes of being captain. Don't you know Billy Barton, Phoebe!" "Oh!" cried Phoebe. "Is it you?" "I thought 1 knew you," said Capt. Barton. "I followed you, wondering if I dared speak: and you looked so ill. So I was there when you fainted." He took her hand and held it and lifted it to his lips before he put it down. "The same sweet girl," he said, softly. "Goodnight. Peggy will take good care of you. Every one who falls sick at this hotel knows Peggy." By next morning Plvoebo was well again, bnt Capt. Barton insisted on see ing her home. "What did pa say?" she asked. "Are you sure he was not worried?' "lie said," replied the captain, with a smile, • 'that girls are never to be de pended on. and that if he had had a son ha never would have cut up such pranks." Phoebe felt the tears rise to her eyes. "The old gentleman is very much broken," said Capt. Barton. "Ho does want a son as well as daughter; don't you think so Phoebe?' When he said that, lie looked like the Billy Barton-of the long gone times. A few months afterward he asked the same question, adding; "Won't I do?' And so it came to pass that Phoebe, in stead of ending her life as a solitary spinster, married a man who loved her truly. Tiie mortgage was paid off tiie old place, and tiie farm was no longer managed on shares. And the old gen tlernon, what with freedom from care and luxurious living, grew stronger and brighter in every way; much fonder of his daughter, too, as in the olden time. So that one day when Phoebe Barton came down to breakfast and sat wait ing for those other two, and thinking of tiie day with which this story bo gins, sin- laughed softly to herself aud declared: "And I'm really the happiest woman in the >orld today, I believe, lifter all." —Mary Kyle Dallas in New York Led ger. MY OLD UMBRELLA. OM fri.'inl. leglecteit there you stand Behind my closet door. You've really grown too shabby now To carry any more. Around your rusty frame the silk In faded splendor clings. While numerous little gentec! darns To view tlse sunlight brings. 1 need the space you occupy Within my small domain: And yet to throw you out, I think. Would give me mental pain. Some sad and pleasant memories Encircle your gaunt form. Outside of times you've sheltered tne From sun us well as storm. Yes. many u tramp, old friend, we've had In lain r.nu pleasant weather; To weddings gay. and funerals sad i We've often gone together. And when with merry friends I've climbed The mountains—you as prop Helped mo to triumph o'er the rest B,v gaining first the top. When in a crowded car I've gone. And could not get a seat, 'Twas your crook'd handle held the strap, A nd kept tne on my feet. But far above your usefulness. One memory sweet 1 see, J Tis this—'noath your protecting shade My John proposed to tne. —Elsie Hackling in Good Housekeeping. j Pntti's High Notes. A writer in The London World says of Mine. Pntti's terms for singing in con certs: "I have all my life had, a weak ness for ladies, and ladies have always had the weakness to know what is not their business, so I am going to betray a secret of the trade to the lady readers of this paper in order to let them get an in sight into affairs discussed by everybody, although 'everybody' knows nothing about what is really the matter. From all sides I hear of the greedinessof Mate. Patti, the exorbitant prices she asks, and how she does not care whether the peo ple in whose concerts she sings are ruined so long as she. receives her money. The fact i-3 this: Mine Patti receives for every concert in the Albert hall £7O0 —an enor mous amount, no doubt. "Now let us see as to the ruin of the pc iplo who engage her. Thu expenses of the hall are about £IOO, other artists £2OO, advertising, etc., say £150; the whole-forms £1,150 ta £I,BOO costs. The receipts of this first year's concert were about £1,700, of the second over £I,BOO, and the third will probably be still larger —that is to say. £SOO, £OOO and £7OO profit.* I know that once in a concert in which she sang the expenses were a little over £1,200 and tha receipts £2,143, with £153 taken for programme books. These are figures, not opinions. I have Luowu what is perhaps still more aston ishing. One evening the fog was so thick that. I was reflecting whether I should go to the hall, imagining that Mme. Patti, whom I had to accompany, would not go. I went* "however, after all, by tin-. umlergTound railway, and theri ceipis that evening left over £OOO profit." A JVitwTvrinp; I'risonrr. " Perseverance will accomplish every thing." 1 had these-words for a writing lesson once and I -shall never forget them. It ts a great# tiling to have per severance. There was once a man who •was shut up iu a dungeon with walls 20ft feet thick, made of the hardest kind of 6toue. Ho had no tools except a pair of scissors his brutlier had sent him in a loaf of bread, hut'lk remembered that a drop of water will wear away a stone if it falls on 'the stone long enough, and tliat a coral worm, which is so small that y -u can hardly see it, will eat lip and destroy a coral reef if you will only give it time enough. So he said that he would persevere and dig a hole through the wall of the dungeon with the scissors and lescapo if it took him a hundred years. He had been Jigging about a year who® the gnvovnor pardoned him and the .jailer'brought him the joyful news. ,■ Butlhey.p.onldnh get him to leave the dungeon, lie tokl the jailer that he bad undertaken to dig his way through the J wall and cseapedn that way, and that he was going to stick to it, no matter how : long it might take. The jailer urged ■ him to give it >.np and walk out of the i door., and even offered him $lO to give , up this dungeon to a new lodger, but i nothing'oould induce him to change his ; mind. Bo he staid in the dungeon and ; dug away at the wall for forty-seven yeans, anil every fix months he had to i pay .a big hill .for damages to the jail, wnd he 'finally died when he was half through ilhe walL This shows what a splendid ihing ; perseverance is, and that we :fiil ougnt to persevere.—W. L. Alden. Tupper"* Egotism. Siir<3 D , a personage not un known to fame, -once encountered the late Martin Farqukar Tupper on a Clyde steamer, and was accosted by him in these terms: "I perceive that I am not the only distinguished man on board." Mr. Tupper smiled not as lie spoke, being quite in earnest and, indeed, wish ing to pay Sir C what he conceived to be a high compliment. This little in cident occurred on deck. Presently Mr. Tupper went down into the cabin, but ■ before doing so handed his umbrella to a young lady, a perfect stranger, to take care of it for him. " Young lady," he observed to the astonished recipient of the umbrella, "you will now bo able to say in after life that you once held the umbrella of Martin Tupper." Same smileless expression as before. The story is told of Tupper that ono evening be attended a dinner party after having | lost bis portmanteau in the afternoon, | and at the table, when he bad talked a great deal about bis loss, a wit who was present interrupted him by saying: "If 1 had lost my .portmanteau, Mr. Tupper, I, being an ordinary man, should have been justified in boring a dinner table with my grief. But you, Mr. Tupper— your philosophy is proverbial."—San Francisco Argonaut. The Usual Result. Mrs. William Snyder, a Des Moines woman, got the hammer to drive a nail i into the kitchen wall the other day, and after three minutes' work she fractured the baby's skull, broke the hired girl's nose and nearly put out one of her own eves. A inan might as well try to turn the heel of a sock.—Detroit Free Press, I The Oitl Doctors I'ri'W W 1 'l, Hid h-rn doctors cleanse i r , lioiiri; tl • nrreused demand for Altei'.i tiu-.s. I iimv well known tloit most diseases ir due, mil to o\ ir-al>iltidiUlee, I'tit to i,<■ piti i:y. of tlio Blood ; uml it, is i":milly well attested that no blood in, i;ui is so ullleuiioiis as Acer's .Sin s.i|imiliit. ■• of my i Mili'i'ii had a largo sore ■" on • I■: Wo applied ai ■ ■ ■ '• do. thinking i , i i • i Urn. it grew •a' - iii'• lee. and Wei • tot,l ' i hi. , ■ • in. die no nn- licif ... . .s.i aparilla In '1 o i. i 3o J . - .. L< '. sieve nil oi 1 - •. . >• mnr • In ! and I ' • ■ I'.. ted." - J. J. .: . i " I Ibi I ' .ii '•(• an rolir . . ' ' i I | . I:-I . ' - tllO wart-evurv i, M. L)., Manhattan. "We h" o ' f-'a apurilla her" for .i■ • > . mi l ilwa.vs rettouum-n I i . • I ><> iniiue tlio best liioo.'-n . T. McLean, Drugglsti, A O'. o. " Ayer's me -s . "iiHtiue to be tlio •'amlard re. 1 i.i - in spite of all coin ion."— X. NY. liiulmiond, Bear f.a1.0, Mich. • Ayer's Sarsaparilla, •• "I'AItED BY Dr. J. C. A- at & Co, Lowell, Mass. Price $1; oottles, |o Woith $5 * bottle. HOW IT WORKED. Good morning Jack ! why I haven't seen you for a month past. What in the world is the matter with you ? You seem to have renewed your youth." " Well Phil, I have. Don't you remem ber the last time 1 saw you, how misera ble I was ? Sick and blue, and in that -sort of mootl a nuin gets sometimes when he feels the most noble tiling in life is to go straight to the devil." " Not so bad its that, I hope ; at alt events you didn't go that way you arc looking far too happy and hearty."' '• Tbankgoodncss.no ! or rather, thank Vinegar Bitters. Do you remember that day 1 saw you last, when you recommend ed that remedy to me so persistently, and 1 wus first vexed and then half convinced." I remember it perfectly, and yon needn't say another word upon the sub ject : your looks tell me that you took the medicine." '• No doubt of it: everybody remarks upon my improved looks and temper : but L must really tell you all about it. 1 got the old style., as you recommended, and didn't mind the bitter taste at all. I fin. ished the bottle In about two weeks, and was greatly improved, so much so that I determined to change oil' and try the new style. " Well, how did you like it?" " Yon told me your wife preferred til new style, 1 iselievc; well, 1 must say 1 agre with her. 1 like the old style very much but the new is a finer, smoother, more ex pensive preparation." 4 * I believe it is; in fact, I have hoatd so, and 1 wonder the McDonald Drug Company sell it for the same price they do the old style, because it is really a very unsstly preparation." " Well, that dosu't concern ns Who was it said that people fancied themselves pious sometimes when they were only bilious ? No matter! I was only going to say that I believe people oflen seem wicked when it is only their liver, or their stom ach, or some other cantankerous organ of the body so out of older I bey couldn't be good if they tried." i " And if all the miserable dyspepsia, and victims of biliousness, headache and the thousand am! one ills that ilesh is heir to would only take Vinegar liiitcrs, what a happy world this would be ! " " 1 should recommend the new style." *' I never go back on (lie old style." " Well, they can pay their money and take their choice, for both kinds work ad mirably." Only feitipi :/i[, Ki-atr-!. ' Ifu r.fjps 3 ft The Great Blood Purifier and Healtli Restorer. Cures all kinds of Headache within thirty minutes—Try it. The only Temperance Bitters known. It stimulates the Brain and quiets the Nerves, regulates the Bowels and renders a perfect blood circulation through the human veins, which is sure to restore perfect health. fr.T'A beautiful book free. Address, It. 11. McDONALD DRUG CO., 532 Washington street, New York. jams """""AL |, Onrof.hr Pnrr a&°fPF - FREE I .lie world. our fieTllX,™ i Al Vf kl Ml fc JL .. I •ujwnor goods we will len.lritFk * / EttlllMLll tooNB i-ERsox In each locality. 705., EM lllfll6l& above. Only those Who Writ- V the rhnnrc All you have to do in avc 11 Ail ®ntl those around you The he. MU ILV^of this advertisement ", , r thows the small end of the tel. - scope. The following cut give# the appearance of It reduced t about the fiftieth part of its bulk. It in a grand, double sixe tele scope, a* largo n* is easy to carry. We will also show you how you can make from !s.'* to J# tOn .lay at least, from the start,with out experience Better write at once We pay all express charges. Address, 11. iiALLETT & CO,, Box W0, l'uttrLAND, MAIXK. ADMINISTRATOR'S NOTICE. -Estate or conmd linker, dereasod.-l,et ters of Administration in the estate ot conrart Bai-er, late of Johnstown borough, county ot Cambria and state of Pennsylvania, deceased, having been granted lolhe undersigned, notice is hereby given to all those knowing themselves Indebted to said estate to make Immediate pay ment, and those having claims against said es tate to present them duly authenticated for set • tlemenl to CATHARINE BAKER, Horner street, city. Admlustratrlx.