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. JUBAL AND TUBAL CAIN.
Jubal sang of the wrath of God
And the curse of thistle and thorn-=
But Tubal got him a pointed rod
And scrambled the earth for corn.
Old—old as that earthly mold,
Young as the sprouting grain—
Yearly green is the strife between
Jubal and Tubal Cain.
Jubal sang of the new-found sea,
nd the souls its waves divide—
But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree
nd passed it to the farther side.
Black—black as the hurricane wrack,
Salt as the under-main—
Bitter and cold is that hate they hold—
Jubal and Tubal Cain!
Jubal sang of the golden years
When wars and wounds shall cease—
But Tubal fashioned the hand-flung spears
And showed his neighbors peace.
New—new as the Nine Point Two,
Older than Lamech’s slain—
Roaring and loud is the feud avowed
Twix’ Jubal and Tubal Cain.
Jubal sang of the cliffs that bar
And the peaks that none may crown—
But Tubal clambered by jut and scar,
And there he builded a town,
High—high as the Passes lie,
Low as the culverts drain—
Wherever they be they can never agree—
Jubal and Tubal Cain!
—Rudyard Kipling.
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‘When I got home that night my
wife met me at the door with a bright
face and told me that she had re-
ceived a letter from her grandfather
stating that her grandmother would
Jeave on the morrow to visit us, and
would I mind meeting her at Isworth.
I had never met the relative in ques-
tion, but from my wife's ample dis-
course I had conceived her to be a
little, gracious, old lady, whom any
man would be pleased to love—as a
grandmother. At this period of my
married life I had been thoroughly
subjugated by my other half, and at
once acquiesced in the veiled mandate
by expressing great pleasure in leav-
ing my work for a day to meet the
grandmother.
“The city editor may not like my
asking for a 'day off, you know,” I
remarked, even while giving in.
“Indeed,” she sniffed, ‘is that ma-
terial?”
“Not a bit,” I hastened to answer.
“Ie is a very immaterial person.”
“Then, dear, you go. 1 have in my
letters described you so explicitly that
she will be sure to know you. Any
way, you will recognize her, for she
is the dearest, sweetest woman—"
“Old woman,” I corrected.
“Elderly woman in the world.”
“How does she look?” I asked,
wishing to get a few pointers.
*‘Oh, lovely! When you see a lit-
tle mite of a thing with the dearest
gray hair and the brightest eyes in
the world; a woman that—an elderly
woman—you can feel like giving a
good hug, you'll know that’s grand-
ma.”
““‘She’s sure to come?”
“Why, yes, quite sure. If for any
reason she cannot, grandpa will tele-
graph.”
In the morning I went down and
made my peace with the city editor.
° When I left him he looked extremely
doubtful, and he has told me since
that from my conversation he had
absorbed the impression that some
relative of mine had pasfed away and
that I was going to bring the body
_ home.
Isworth was a junction and nothing
else. A solitary grocery store and
postofiice combined stood a little way
from the station, while far and near
a dense growth of alders completed
the air of desolation. The down train
from Waterville had already pulled
in, and on leaving the car I had only
to enter the low waiting room to find
the object of my journey.
As I opened the door a tall, gaunt
woman, dressed in funereal black,
arose and accosted me in a deep, hus-
ky voice.
“Is this James?”
“Yes,” I answered dreamily. *I
am James, and is this—this—grand-
ma?”
“Young man, it is.”
I approached timidly for my wel-
coming kiss, for my wife had cau-
tioned me in regard to this very mi-
nutely.
Grasping my intentions and decid-
jng that they were honorable, she
raised a heavy black veil and gave me
a sort of perfunctory sort of a smack.
She was fully as tall as I, and would
weigh, I concluded, just one hundred
and ninety-eight. And this stern
visaged woman was the one destined
to inculcate in my being an irrepres-
sible desire to fold her to my bosom
and lavish upon her lips grandfilial
kisses! She eyed me sadly for a min-
ute and then remarked:
“1 had hoped Eliza's gal had got
a better favored man.”
My countenance must have
pressed sorrow, for she said:
“But you hain’t to blame for vour
looks. I only hope that you are bet-
ter to her than Henery was.”
I dropped the black monster sup-
posed to contain her personal effects
and gasped weakly:
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“Henry!”
“Yes, Henry. Her first, you
know.”
How we got aboard the home train
train I never knew. My wife's first!
We had only been married a year,
and coming from a distant State I had
seen my wife only six months prior
to our marriage. It was impossible
that she could have been married be-
fore meeting me. I had to conclude
that I was bringing home a crazy
grandmother.
“Henery was a varmint,” he re-
marked, after we had arranged divers
parcels, among which I remember
was a bird cage. ‘‘He was a shiftless
provider,” she continued.
“I'll bet he was,” I said altogeth-
er dazed. “When did he die?”
“No ' sich luck. He ain't dead.
He’s still kitin’ ‘round th’ country
scomers.”
A queer kind of a feeling took me
by the throat. I knew that she was
crazy, but still my throat felt horri-
bly.
“I brought along some catnip for
the cats,” she said at last, pointing
to a paper bag.
“Oh, but ydsu know that ave haven't
any.”
“Killed ‘em, eh? Jest as well. I
drowned three.’fore I ketched the
cars this mornin’.”’
Oh, my wife! Even if the ‘‘Hen-
ery’ part were a hallucination, to
think of the dearest little old lady in
th: world coming in to see you with
the blood of three cats upon her
hands, too!
“Well, grandma, you must make us
a good, long visit. Grandpa can’t see
you again until he comes af’er you.”
I had determined to be just as cor-
dial as if she had been the personifi-
cation of daintiness.
“You needn’t worry on that score.
When I packed my traps I told your
grandfather that mabbe he'd see me
‘fore spring, cut most likely he would
not.”
It was now September. I looked
out of the window at the peacéful
sc:ne and wished it would rain and
be sleety. It seemed as if Nature
had no business to be so gay. I re-
called the first two stanzas of the
.“Rainy Day.”
“Is grandpa well?”
T reaching
everywhere,
discipline,
trance.
sees it
struggles along over
ready in some form
make it its own.
food material pleasure,
one should despise these;
brotherhood
eric A. Hinckley.
She hitched herself into a more
codfidential position and said impres-
sively:
“Your grandfather would he toler-
ably well if he’d let old cider alone.
But when a man betwixt and between
drinks ’bout two gallons of old cider
every day it tends to make him feel
outer sorts. I think that’s what at-
tracted Henery to your wife. , He
thought he could live on Durgin Hill,
keep filled with old cider, and have
a good time generally. He was work-
in’ there in hayin’ when he fust met
Eliza's gal. She was'up for the sum-
mer. But when he an’ your grand-
father went off fishin’ and fell into
the crick, I put my foot down and he
gut. Your wife never said nothin’
‘bout him, I take it?”
“No,” I answered. .
«“Nat’rel, 'nough, too. Let byzones
be byzones, sez I. We've gut to make
th’ best of the futer. Do you drink?”
“Never!” ,
“What church do you attend?”
«“j—1 go to the Universelist.”
“The idee! An’ our hull fam’ly
have ben Baptists for ten gen’rations.
Why, YOur. grandfather, when he’s
filled to the nozzle with cider, will
cuss a Universalist on sight. That's
his one good point; he don’t go hack
on his religion. An’ I tell you, young
man, that in the futer you an’ Eliza's
gal will ‘tend out on the Baptists’
meetin’s.” :
1 shuddered as I thought of her
declaration to grandpa, ‘‘Mebbe vou'll
see me ‘fore spring, an’ mebbe you
won't.” 3
«what do you do with your ‘even-
ings?” she asked, adjusting her spec-
tacles.
“Oh, I always stay at home even-
ings,” I replied, glad of a chance to
appear in a favorable light. “We
have a quiet game of euchre, or in-
vite in some of the neighbors and play
whist, you know.”
“Them’s games You play
keerds, en?” she asked gloomily.
1 saw my finish as I weakly an-
swered ‘‘ves.”
«Oh, the sorrer of it! Eliza's gal
playin’ at keerds! Never in Henery’s
day did she do that! But jest wait!
We'll see if a little moral influence
can’t stop sich didoes jest as soon as
1 get settled,” and the light of con-
guest flashed from her cold, gray
‘eyes.
with a sigh
with
of relief I hejped her
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True Brotherhood.
HE common wealth of humanity—it is in the sky and
stars, in the fields and the brooks, in the heaven-
summits and the
there can be no trust in beauty.
yours and mine and all men’s. There can be no corner in the
The blossoming of the apple trees—
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sources of inspiraticn.
all can see it. The singing of the birds—all can hear it.
The time was—in some parts of the world the time still is—
when thought and thought products were denied to the
masses; but in this blessed country of ours thought may
come like a full-blown rose flushing every brow.
the books which sum up and record the thought
of the past—who so poor but the opportunity of schooling
awaits him, and the public library opens its doors for his en-
The world of thought—what so precious!
belongs to the common wealth of humanity.
lpve—something as universal as human nature itself.
everywhere and feels it everywhere, in the most
refined and cultured walks of personal ease and comfort,
as truly where poverty shares its troubles and sorrows and
its ofttimes stony way.
pure, sincere love—it is the greatest thing in the world,
for the soul that can climb to it and
All these things are the supreme and in-
estimable wealth in the brotherhood of souls.
money is necessary, and houses and lands and clothing
8 and recreation are necessary.
but the supreme bond: in the
of souls is the appreciation .and,
higher, more inspiring, more beautiful things.—Rev. Fred-
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into a cab when we reached the sta-
tion, and told the driver my number.
To my surprise no bright-eyed wife
bounded down the steps to meet us;
instead, the house was gloomy and
dark. And what's more, when I
mounted the stalrs I found the door
locked. 1 could appreciate the spirit
that
prompted my wife to keep the
{ grandmother out, but I thought it
was rather hard on the husband.
However, I used my latchkey and
ushered grandma in. I was pleased
to note that the lighting of the gas
impressed my relative quite a deal.
‘‘Hain’t there no danger of that
bustin’? Hain’t kerisine ile safer?”
1 quieted her a bit, and then
snapped a few parlor matches to com-
plete the effect. Then I set out to
find my wife. She was not in the
house. I returned to the sitting room
and found grandma hanging the bird
cage to a hook, while the inmate
croaked feebly.
“Where's Eliza's gal?”
“She must have stepped out to the
neighbor's,” I explained, ‘but make
yourself at home and I will look her
ap.” -
My head was in a whirl. My
wife’s desertion, the question of
‘“Henery the fust,” were problems I
could not solve. There was no doubt
in my mind but that my wife was the
sweetest little woman in the world,
but I wished she had been at home.
Of course my grandma was crazy, and
yet I felt badly to think of ‘“Henery’s
kitin’ ‘round over the country.” He
ought, even in hallucinations, to be
dead.
On inquiring, Mrs. Engels intormcd
me that my wife had gone to spend
the night with our qld friends, the
Atelys. This was a little too much.
Did she fear to face me, now that I
had learned the truth?
A hansom quickly took me to the
Atelys’, and I brusquely asked for my
wife.
“Why, James, dear, back? ,Didn’t
you get my telegram at Isworth?”’
“I did not,” I replied, not noticing
her advances to give me a caress.
“Why, I wired that grandma was
not coming until to-morrow morning,
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wait for her. But I'll put on my
things and come home.”
Once we were inside the carriage 1
asked:
“How much longer is this farca to
continue? Do you think I am of the
same calibre as ‘Henery’?”
She began to cry softly.
“Perhaps you imagine that the occ-
cult influence of Durgin Hill has cap-
tivated me,” 1 suggested. She was
now weeping violently.
“Or possibly the fact that grandma
has killed three cats this morning
ought to squelch me.”
“Oh, James, you have told me so
many times that you never would and
I believed you.”
“Never would what?”
&“Drink.”
Visions of grandpa's
evidently before her.
thought that the most lovable
the world had brought re down a
jugful.
«And von met kim in haying time,”
I remarked.
“Oh, dear,
oh, dear! I only wish
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“Grandma is here,” I plicd bit-
“35 is the catnip and the little
bird and the seed onions and God
knows what else.”
- “Stop! I will no longer ride in the
same carriage with you! What a
beast rum can make of a man! Ter-
rible! terrible!” But we had reached
our house now, and she ran ahead of
me up the steps.
«why! this hain’t Eliza’s gal!” 1
heard our guest cry out.
“And this surely is not grandma!”
my wife exclaimed.
«Well, who in the name of the Evil
One is it?”’ I muttered to myself.
Just then a man stepped up to the
door, grinning broadly.
“My name's James Whitten, an’ I
guess my wife's grandmother’s here,
eh? They told me at the station that
she was brought here. I had calker-
lated on meetin’ her at Isworth, but
missed my train,” and he laughed at
the excellence of the joke. And I
laughed. Never has anything since
struck me so deliciously good.
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The real grandma was all that my
wife had pictured, and my wife went
in person to meet her. She can no
longer trust me. My first name is
James, and my mother-in-law hap-
pens to bu named Eliza, but none ot
us ever lived on Durgin Hill, and my
wife now feels assured that I never
drink.
“Henery, the fust,” is, I suppose,
still “kitin’ round the country,” but
we have never met him, and yet my
grandma, dear old lady, often re-
moves her spectacles and wipes away
the tears as we talk over my wife's
first marriage.— Portland Transcript.
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THE HIGH TIDE
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The problem of the outpouring
from Europe into the United States,
and its threat to what is best in our
national -institutions, could not per-
haps be more forcibly brought home
to us than by the facts presented in
Mr. W. Z. Ripley’s article, “Races in
the United States,” in the Atlantic.
Wave has followed wave, says Pro-
fessorf Ripley, each higher than the
last—the ebb and flow being de-
pendent upon economic conditions in
large measure. It is the last great
wave, ebbing since last fall, which
has most alarmed us in America.
This gathered force on the revival of
prosperity about. 1897, but it did
not assume full measure until 1900.
Since that year over 6,000,000 peo-
ple have landed on our shore, one-
quarter of all the total immigration
since the beginning. The new-com-
ers of these eight years alone would
repopulate all the five older New
England States as they stand to-day;
or, if properly disseminated over the
newer parts of the country, they
would serve to populate no less than
nineteen States of the Union as they
stand. The new-comers of the last
eight years could, if suitably seated
in the land, elect thirty-eight out of
the nresent ninety-two Senators of
the United States. Is it any wonder
that thoughtful political students
stand somewhat aghast? In the last
of these eight years—1907—there
were one million and a quarter ar-
rivals. This number would entirely
populate both New Hampshire and
Maine, two of our oldest States, with
an aggregate territory annroximately
| equal to Ireland and Wales. The
arrivals of this one vear would found
a State with more inhabitants than
any one of twenty-one of our other
existing Commonwealths which could
be named.
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WORDS OF WISDOM.
Industry is the magnet that gets
things coming our way.
Many a fellow has discovered that
it is easier to make love than to make
good. .
Many a woman talks like sixty who
isn’t.
Scientists say that kissing must go,
but in spite of that it doesn’t go with
some girls.
He laughs ot scars who has never
been at war with himself.
The average man has his pric~.
and, of course, the foreign nobleman
is but an average man.
There are altogether too many
ways of making pecple unhappy.
Some people are unhappy because
they have never been in love, and
others because they have.
It’s all right to follow the crowd,
provided you are not ambitious to
get to the front.
It’s when a fellow thinks he is out
of sight that he feels all eyes are
upon him.
Woman may be the weaker vessel,
but it is generally the man who goes
broke.
It isn’t cnough to pay as you go.
You ought to save enough to pay your
way back. :
The officeholder feels that one good
term deserves ancther.
If the eyes arc the windows of the
soul, every man must look out tor
nimself.
Happy is the man who is pleased
with everything, including himself.
Rather than sew up a glove on
Sunday some women would remem-
ber the Sabbath day and keep it holy.
The fellow who tells a girl he could
listen to her voice for the rest of his
life should be careful or he may have
to.
If we could se= ourselves as others
see us, it would just about put the
z glass people out of business.
F-om the “Greenwood Lake Philo-
gopher,” in the New York Times.
mmr er ————
Horned Toads Slow.
Horned toads are slow of foot, and
the spiny horns which cover them
seem to be their only defense. Pro-
fessor Cope gives an example of a
dead rattlesnake found with the
horns of one of these lizards which
it had swallowed penetrating through
the upper skin, one on each side of
the spine. John K. Strecker, Jr.
records another case where the cap-
ture of a horned lizard was fatal to
the animal that had eaten it. He
says: “Some years ago a friend
brought me a dead hawk (Buteo
lineatus alleni) that he had found ly-
ing out on the prairie west of the city
(Waco). It was greatly emaciated
and there was considerable dry blood
on the feathers of the throat and
breast. On skinning it I found no
shot wounds, but when I made a care-
ful examination of the carcass I found
that it had swallowed two horned
lizards, and that one of the occipital
horns of one of these had penetrated
the bird's trachea.”—Forest and
Stream.
Opposed to Cremation.
Belgium officially frowns on-crenias
tion.
‘tions, my boy, but not for sympathy.”
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Cruelty.
When Sylvia runs her motor car,
Such radiance does her beauty shed,
That every man she runs across
Is liable to lose his head—
In any case, she cuts him dead.
—Brooklyn Life.
Where Poems Go.
Wife— “The meat stew I have made
for you is a poem.”
Editor—“Then I 'juppose I must be
the waste basket.’ —Fliegende Blaet-
ter. ; G3
:- A Modern Convenience.
Knicker—Do you think every man
has his price?” 5, :
Politician—Yes, and it would save
a lot of trouble if they left the tags
on.””—New York Sun.
What Papa Went For.
Robbie (at the opera)—‘ ‘Mamma,
what does papa keep going out be-
tween the acts for?”
Mother— ‘Sh! He goes out for
opera glasses.”—Judge.
The Sign Infallible,
“What makes you think she has
got him intimidated?”
“I took lunch with them to-day
and he told her her biscuits were de-
licious.”’—Houston Post.
Rule Doesn’t Apply.
Joax—'‘You shouldn’t judge that
man by the company that he keeps.”
Hoax— “Why?”
Joax—*“He’s the warden of the
penitentiary.”’—Detroit News.
Foot of the Class.
Teacher—*‘Johnny, if your mother
had twelve apples and used six of
them in making a ]’e, what would
she have left?”
Little Johnny—‘‘Please, ma’am,
the skins and the cores.”’—Judge.
Declined With Thanks.
“Won't you take my seat?” said
the man in the street car, as he lifted
his hat to the pretty girl.
‘No, thank you,” she replied; “I’ve
been skating all the afternoon and
I'm tired of sitting down.”—Puck.
Lost Her Good Looks.
Nurse— ‘Oh. I wouldn't cry if I
were you, Willie. It will spoil all
your good looks, you know.”
Willie (looking inquiringly)—
«What made you cry so much when
you were young, then?” — Yonkers
Statesman,
Where He Drew the Line.
Mrs. de Flashleigh (dressing for
charity ‘ball)—*“I suppose I'll have
to wear all my diamonds, Living-
stone?”
Mr. de Flashleigh— Do as you
please, dear, but if they fatigue you
don’t expect me to lug them around.”
—Puck.
Mis Specialty.
Dippel— ‘The scientists are adver-
tising a large reward for a man who
can make spirits appear.”
Tiprle—“I’m on the job if the re-
ward is good for any one who can
make spirits disappear.”’—DBaltimore
American.
A Privileged Class.
“Ah,” complained the visiting no-
bleman, ‘but you have no privileged
classes in this country.”
“We haven’i, eh?’ replied the
prominent citizen. ‘‘You ought to be
out some night when a gang of col-
lege boys are on a tear.”—Chicago
Record-Herald.
Of Move Importance.
«And now that you are of age,”
said the anxious father, “I want to
give you a few pointers on how to
keep money.”
“Say, dad,” rejoined the son of his
father, “hadn’t you better begin by
giving me a few pointers on how to
get it?”’—Boston Post.
The Proper Thing.
Fred—*I’ve only just heard of your
marriage, old chap.”
Joe—‘'‘Yes, I was married nearly
six months ago.”
Fred—‘ “Well, it isn’t too late to of-
fer congratulations, of course?’
Joe—*“A little late for congratula-
—DBoston Post.
Got Busy.
“You say you heard more than a
week ago that your wife contempla-
ted eloping in your new auto?”
“Yes, I knew about it.”
“And you took no steps
matter?” :
“Sure I did. I took her out every
day and gave her lessons in running
it.”’—Houston Post.
She Was Mistaken. i
Hubby was evidently worried and
wifey was trying to cheer him up.
“Cheer up, John, and don’t worry,”
she said. “It doesn’t do any good to)
borrow trouble.” |
“Borrow trouble,”” echoed her hus- |
band. “Great Caesar's ghost! T ain't}
borrowing trouble; I've got it to
lend.”’—DBostion Post. {
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Like President Elot, Professor
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At Cotuit, where he often spends the
summer on the handsome estate of
his wife’s mother, Professor Lowell
has a fleet of small boats with which
he enjoys his favorite sport. He
never allows a good strong breeze to
blow but what he dons his oilskin and
feels the thrill of a trip over the
white caps, grasping the tiller with
skill equal to that of the best fisher-
men on the south shore.-—Boston Rec
ord.
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back was so agoniz-
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of gravel with acute
,_ bain and passages of
ft blood. In all I
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some as large as a
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have never had any return of the
trouble.” :
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
Sermon Post Cards.
A Presbyterian pastor of Bangor,
Penn, has bought up a printing es-
tablishment and has used it to pub-
lish thousands of ‘sermon post cards.
These are so short ard readable
that the demand for them has been
so great as; to pay off the church
debt of $15,000 and give the pastor a
large profit besides.
Mix For Rheumatism.
The following is a never failing
remedy for rheumatism, and if fol-
lowed up it will effect a complete
cure of the very worst cases: “Mix
half pint of good whiskey with one
ounce of Toris compound and add one
ounce syrup of Sarsaparilla com-
pound. Take in tablespoonful doses
before each meal and at bed time.”
The ingredients can be procured at
any drug store and easily mized at
home.
Where Passengers Have Rights.
A passenger in a full railway car-
riage: in England has ‘a perfect legal
right to push away any one else who
tries to get into. This decision was
given at Marylebone police court
when a man complained that he was
pushed out of a carriage at Bishop's
road station by another passenger,
who said the car was full. ;
Only One “Bromo Quinine’ »
That is Laxative Bromo Quinine. Look
for the signature of 1. \W. Grove. Used the
World over to Cure a Cold in One Day. 25¢.
Short Christmas.
“Christmas Day is only three hours
long in the Finnish town of Tornea,”
said a traveler. “I spent last Christ-
mas there. At sunrise I got up to
see my presents and to read my
Christmas mail and night had fallen
before I got through breakfast.”
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Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children:
teething, softens tlre gums, reduces inlamma-
tion, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25¢ca bottle.
In Boston standard time is 16 min-
utes slower than sun, time, four min-
utes slower in New Yorw, eight min-
utes faster at Washington, 19 minu-
tes faster at Charleston, 28 minutes
faster, at Kansas City, 10 minutes
slower at Chicago, one minutes fast-
er at St. Louis, 28 minutes faster at
Salt Lake City, and 10 minutes faster
at San Francisco.
Beware of the Cough
that hangs on persistently, [EES
breaking your night’s rest and FQ¥
exhausting you with the violence
of the paroxysms. A few doses
; of Piso’s Cure will relieve won-
f derfully any cough, no matter
how far advanced or serious.
It soothes and heals theirritated
surfaces, clears the clo ged air
passages and the cough disap-
At all druggists’, 25 cts.
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