CHAPTER XI. A BOLT FROM THE BLUE. So by the cleverness of two girls a (lark cloud was thinned away and turned into sunshine. Over ono of them, alas, another cloud was gathering which could not be so easily dispersed. Of these threo households which fate had thrown to gether two had already been united by ties of love. It was destined, however, that a bond of another sort should con nect tho Wostmacotts with the Hay Den vers. Between tho admiral and tho widow a vory cordial feeling had existed since tho day when the old seamsui had hauled down his flag and changed Ids opinions, granting to the yachtswoman all that ho had refused to the reformer. His own frank and downright naturo respected the same qualities in his noighbor, and a friendship sprang up between them which was more like that which exists between two men, founded upon esteem and a community of tastes. "By tho way, admiral," said Mrs. Westmacott one morning as they walked together down to tho station, "I under stand that this boy of yours in the inter vals of paying his dovotions to Miss Walker is doing something upon 'change." "Yes, ma'am, and there is no man of his age who is doing so well. He's draw ing ahead, I can tell yon, ma'am. Somo of those that started with him are hull down astern now. Ho touched tys £SOO last year, and before he's 80 ho'll bo mak ing tho four figures." "Tho reason I asked is that I have small investments to make myself from , time to time, and my present broker is a rascal. I should bo very glad to do it ' through your son." "It is very kind of you, ma'am. His ! partner is away on a holiday, and Har old would like to push on a bit and show what he can do. . You know tho poop isn't big enough to hold tho lieutenant when the skipper's on shore." "I supposo ho charges tho usual half per cent?" - "Don't know, I'm sure, ma'am. I'll swear that ho does what is right and proper." "That is what I mally pay—lo shil lings in £IOO. If you seo him before I do, just ask him to get mo £5,000 in New Zealauds. It is at 4 just now, and I fancy it may rise." "Fivo thousand!" exclaimed the ad miral, reckoning it" in his own mind. "Lemmo Bee! That's £25 commission. A nico day's work, upon my word. It is a very handsome order, ma'am." "Well, I must pay some one, and why not him?" "I'll tell him, and I'm sure lie'U loso no time." "Oh, there is no great hurry. By tho way, I understand from what you said just now that ho has a partner." "Yes, my boy is tho junior partner. Pearson is tho senior. I wa introduced to him years ago, and ho offered Harold the opening. Of courso wo had a pretty stiff premium to pay." Mrs. Westmacott had stopped and was standing vory stiffly, with her red Indian face even grimmer than usual. "Pearson?" said sho. "Jcromiah Pear son?" "The same." "Then it's all off," she cried. "You need not carry out that investment." "Very well, ma'am." They walked on togothor sido by side, sho brooding over somo thought of hor own and ho a little crossod and disap pointed at her caprico and tho lost com mission for Harold. "I'll tell yon what, admiral," she ex claimed suddenly, "if I were you I should get your boy out of thiß partner ship." "But why, madam?" "Becauso ho is tied to ono of tho deep est, sliest foxes in tho whole city of Lon don." "Jeremiah Pearson, ma'am? What can you know of him? Ho bears a good name." "No ono in this world knows Jeromiah Pearson as I know him, admiral. I warn you becauso I havo a friendly feel ing both for you and for your son. Tho man is a rogue, and you had lieat avoid him." "But these are only words, ma'am. Do you tell mo that you know him hotter than the brokers and jobbers in tho city?" "Man," cried Mrs. Westmacott, "will you allow that I know him when I tell you that my maiden namo was Ada Pearson, and that Jeremiah is my only brother?" The admiral whistled. "Whew!" cried he. "Now that I think of it there is a likeness." "Ho is a man of iron, admiral—a man without a heart. I should shock you if I were to tell you what I have endured from my brother. My father's wealth was divided equally between us. -His own share ho ran through in five years, and ho has tried since then by every triok of a cunning, low minded man, by baso cajolery, by logal quibbles, by bru tal iutimidation, to juggle mo out of my share as well. There is no villainy of which tho man is not capable. Oh, I know my brother Jeremiah. Iknow him, and I am prepared for him." "Tlds is all new to me, ma'am. 'Pon my word, I hardly know what to say to it. I thank you for having spoken so plainly. From what you say this is a poor sort of consort for a man to sail •with. Perhaps Harold would do well to cut himself adrift." "Without losing a day." "Well, wo shall talk it over. Yon may be sure of that. But hero wo are at the station, so I will just seo you into your carriage and then homo to see what my wife says to tho matter." As he trudged homeward, thoughtful and perplexed, he was surprised to hear a shout behind him and to see Harold running down the road after him. | "Why, dad," he cried, "I havo just come from town, and the first thing I saw was your back as you marched j away. But you are such a quick walker that I had to run to catch you." The admiral's smilo of pleasure had broken his stern face into a thousand wrinkles. "You are early today," said ho. "Yes, I wanted to consult you." "Nothing wrong?" "Oh, no; only an inconvenience." "What is it, then?" "How much havo wo in our private account?" "Pretty fair. Somo £BOO. I think." "Oh, half that will be ample. It was rather thoughtless of Pearson." "What, then?" "Well, you soo, dad, whon ho went away upon this littlo holiday to Havre he left mo to pay accounts and so on. He told mo that there was enough at tho bank for all claims. I had occasion on Tuesday to pay away two checks, ono for £BO and the other for £l2O, and here they are returned with a bank notice that wo havo already overdrawn to tho extent of some hundreds." Tho admiral looked very grave. "What's tho meaning of that, then?" he asked. "Oh, it can easily bo set right. You see, Pearson invests all the spare capital and keeps as small a margin as possiblo in tho bank. Still it was too bad of him to allow mo oven to run a risk of having a cheeky returned. I havo written to him and demanded his authority to sell out somo stock, and I have written an ex planation to theso people. In tho mean time, however, I have hod to issuo sever al other checks, so I had better transfer port of our private account to meet them." "Quito so, my boy. All that's mino is yours. But who do you think this Pear son is? He is Mrs. Westmacott's brother.'' "Really? What a singular thing! Well, I can seo a likeness now that yon men tion it. They havo both tho same liard type of face." "Sho has been warning me against him—says ho is tho rankest pirate in London. I hopo that it is all right, boy, and that wo may not find ourselves in broken water." Harold had turned a little pale as he heard Mrs. Westmacott's opinion of liis senior partner. It gave shape and sub stance to certain vague fears and suspi cions of his own which had been pushed back as often as they obtruded them selves as being too monstrous and fan tastic for belief. "He is a well known man in the city, dad," said he. "Of course ho is—of courso ho is. That is what I told hor. They would have found him out there if nnythiug had been amiss with him. Bless you, there's nothing so bitter as a family quarrel. Still it is just as well that you have written about this affair, for wo may as well havo all fair and abovo board." But Harold's letter to his partner was crossed by a letter from his partner to Harold. It lay awaiting him upon the breakfast tablo next morning, and it sent tho heart into his mouth as ho rend it and caused him to spring up from his chair with a white face and staring eyes. "My boy! My boy!" "I am ruined, mother, ruined—ruined!" Ho stood gazing wildly in front of him, while the sheet of paper fluttered down on to tho carpet. Then he dropped back into the chair and sank his face in his hands. Ilis mother had her arms around him in an instant, while tho admiral, with shaking fingers, picked up the letter from tho floor and adjusted his glasses to read it. "I am ruined, mother, ruined!" "My dear Denver," it ran, "by tho time that this reaches you I shall be out of tho reach of yourself or of any one ; elso who may desire an interview. You need not search for me, for I assure you that this letter is posted by a friend, and that you will havo your trouble in vain if you try to And me. I am sorry to leave you in such a tight pluco, but one or other of ns must bo squeezed, and on tho wholo I prefer that it should bo you. Vou'll find nothing ill tho bank and about £IB,OOO unaccounted for. I'm not aura that (lie best thing you can do is not to realize what you can and imitate your senior's example. If you act at once, you m. y get clean away. If not, it's not only that you must put up your shutters, but I'm afraid that this missing money could hardly bo included as an ordinary debt, and of course you are legally resjionsible for it just as much as I am. Tako a friend's advice and get to America. A young man with brains can always do something out there, and you can live down this little mischance. It will be a cheap lesson if it teaches you to take nothing upon trust in business and to insist upon knowing exactly what your partner is doing, however senior ho may be to you. Yours faithfully, "JEREMIAH PEARSON." "Great heavens!" groaned the admiral, "he has absconded." "And left mo both a bankrupt and a thief." "No, no, Harold," sobbed his mother. "All will be right. What matter about money!" "Money, mother! It is my honor." "Tho toy is right. It is his honor and my honor, for his is mine. This is a sore trouble, mother, when wo thought our lifo's troubles were all behind us, but wot will bear it as Wo have borne others." Ho held out his stringy hand, and the two old folk eat with bowed gray heads, their fingers intertwined, strong in each other's love and sympathy. "Wo were too happy," sho sighed. "But it is God's will, mother." "Yes, John, it is God's will." "And yet it is bitter td bear. I could havo lost all, tho house, money, rank—l could have borne it. But at my age— my honor—the honor of on udiniral of the fleet." "No honor can be lost, John, where no dishonor has been done. What have you done? What has Harold done? There is no question of honor." Tho old man shook his head, but Harold had already called together his clear practical sense, which for an in stant in tho presenco of this frightful blow hiid deserted him. "Tho mater is right, dad," said he. "It is bad enough, heaven knows, but wo must not tako too dark a view of it. After all, this insolent letter is in itself evidonco that I had not nothing to do with tho schemes of the baso villain who wroto it." "They may think it prearranged." "They could not. My wholo life cries out against the thought. They could not look mo in tho face and entertain it." "No, boy, not if thoyhave eyes in their heads," cried tho admiral, plucking up courago at tho sight of the flashing eyes and brave, defiant face. "Wo havo tho letter, and wo havo your character. We'll weather it yet between them. It's my fault from tho beginning for choosing Buch a land shark for your consort. God help mo, I thought I was finding such an opening for you." "Dear dad! llow could you possibly know? As ho says in his letter, it has given mo a lesson. But Ho was BO much older and so much more experienced that it was hard for mo to ask to examino his books. But we must wasto no time. I must go to tho city." "What will you do?" "What an honest man should do. I will write to all our clients and creditors, assemble them, lay tho whole matter be fore them, read them tho letter and put myself absolutely in their hands." "That's it, boy, yardarm to yardarm and have it over." "I must go at once." Ho put on his topcoat and his hat. "But I havo lOmin utes yet before I can catch a train. There is ono littlo thing which I must do be fore I start." Ho had caught sight through tho long glass folding doors of tho gleam of a white blouse and a straw hat in the ten nis ground. Clara used often to meet him there of a morning to say a few words before he hurried away into the city. Ho walked out now with'tho quick, firm step of a man who has taken a mo mentous resolution, but his face was hazard and his lips pale. "Clara," said ho as sho came toward him with words of greeting, "I am sorry to bring ill news to you, but things havo gono wrong in tho city, and—and I think that I ought to release you from your engagement." Clara stared at him with her great, questioning, dark eyes, and her face be carno ns palo as his. "How can tho city affect you and me, •Harold?" "It is dishonor. I cannot ask you to share it." "Dishonor! Tho loss of some misorablo gold and silver coins!" "Oh, Clara, if it were only that! We could bo far happier together in a little cottago in the country than with all the riches of tho city. Poverty could not cut mo to tho heart ns I havo been cut this morning. Why, it is but 20 min utes since I had tho letter, Clara, and it seems to mo to bo somo old, old thing which happened far away in my past life, somo horrid black cloud which shut out all tho freshness and tho peace from it." "But what is it, then? What do you fear worse than poverty?" "To havo debts that I cannot meet. To bo hammered upon 'change and de clared a bankrupt, to know that others have a just claim upon mo, and to feel that I dare not meet their eyes. Is not that worse than poverty?" "Yes, Harold, a thousandfold wort,o! But all this may bo got over. Is there nothing more?" "My partner has fled and left mo re sponsible for heavy debts and in such a position that I may ho required by the law to produce somo at least of this missing money. It has been confided to him to invest, and ho has embezzled it. I, as his partner, am liable for it. I have brought misery on all whom I love—my father, my mother. But you at least | shall not be under tho shadow. You are free, Claro. There is no tie between us." I "It takes two to mako such a tie, Har old," said she, smiling and putting her hand inside his arm. "It takes two to L make it, dear, and also two to break it. ! Is that tho way they do business in the j city. air. that a man can. always at his' own sweet will tear up liis engagements?" "Yon hold mo to it, Clara?" •t "No creditor HO remorseless as I, Har it old. Never, never shall you get from 11 that bond." d "But lam ruined. My whole life is ; blasted." <' j "And Ro you *. ish to ruin me and bloat fi : my life also. No, indeed, sir; you shall A : not get away so lightly. But seriously e I now, Harold, you would hurt mo if it o i wero not so absurd. Do you think that a ! a woman's lovo is like this sunshade e ! which I carry in my hand—a thing only o • fitted for the sunshine and of no use r when tho winds blow and the clouds y gather?" j "I would not drag you down, Clara." "Should I not bo dragged down indeed '' if I left your side at such a time? It is only How that I can bo of use to a you, help you,* sustain you. You have always been so strong, so above me. '• You are strong still, but then two will be stronger. Besides, sir, you have no idea what a woman of business I am. Papa says so, and he knows." Harold tried to speak, but his heart 0 was too full. Ho could only press the r white hand which curled round his sleeve. Sho walked up and down by his side, prattling merrily and sending little r> gleams of cheeriness through tho gloom I' which girt him in. To listen to her ho 1 might have thought that it was Ida and not her staid and demure sister who was chatting to him. "It will soon bo cleared up," said she, , "and then wo shall feel quite dull. Of y course all business men have these littlo ups and downs. Why, I suppose of all ~ the men you meet upon 'change there is not ono who has not some such story to tell. If everything was always smooth, you know, then of course every ono 1 would turn stockbroker, and you would 3 havo to hold your meetings in Hyde park. How much is it that you need?" "More than I can ever get. Not less 3 than £13,000." j Clara's faco fell as she heard the amount. "What do you propose doing?" "I shall go to tho city now, and I shall " ask all our creditors to meet mo tomor row. I shall read them Pearson's letter ' and put myself into their hands." "And they, what will they dor | "What can they do? They will servo ' writs for their money, and the firm will bo declared bankrupt." "And the meeting will be tomorrow, , you say. Will you tako my advice?" "What is it Clara?" 1 "To ask them for a few days of delay. Who knows what new turn matters may take?" 1 "What turn can they take? I havo no 1 means of raising tho money." | "Let us havo a few days." "Oh, wo should havo that in the or-' | dinary courso of business. Tho legal formalities would take them some little time. But I must go, Clara; I must not seem to shirk. My place now must bo at my offices." "Yes, dear, you aro right. God bless 1 you and guard you! I shall bo hero in ; Tho Wilderness, but all day I shall be by ' your office table at Throgmorton street ! in spirit, and if ever you should bo sad you will hear my little whisper in your ear and know that there is ono client , whom yon will nover bo able to get rid of—never as long as wo both live, dear." [CONTINUED ON THURSDAY.] Special liruiul of liliot. It is absolutely impossible to exist without a valet. No man with any self respect or any re gard. for his personal comfort can afford to do 80. Tho young man who uses tho patent trousers stretcher or tho more economical mattress and who confides his boots to l>o cleaned by street boys at tho corners of public thorough fares does not onter into consideration. Ho should know better. There arc certain necessary adjuncts to liv ing which are vulgar in themselves, but which, with a proper amount of tact, can bo BO trans formed as to render them acceptable to tho aes thetic sense. Money is ono of these. Wo do not—l am speaking of pcoplo of refinement—wish to know what is tho cost of articles or how they are purchased any more than wo care to assist at the preparation of our food or the slaughter of cattle which aro to provido us with suste nance. And yet oven these rude functions may bo so directed and accomplished as not to bo offensive to our sense of delicacy. Tho special brand of idiot who can publish utterances like the above has Life's deepest pity. For months this bruinless biped has been pouring out similar drivel in the columns of a weekly journal whoso namo wo considerately re frain from giving. Tho paper is young, very young, but anything over two weeks old should know better than to print such loathsomo twaddle. From his brilliant pen came tho statement somo time ago that "one should dress quietly at a funeral." It is many a long day sinco tho reading public has been brought face to face with anything so fatuous and so sickening as this complacent "gent."—Life. Excitement, That Kill. Now that the season of outdoor ath letic games has opened, the usual list of injured from professional games of haso ; ball, cricket, football and similar rough | games may be expected to appear. But j though a number do get injured in this 1 way every season a far more common danger is from tho excitement which oc- I companies theso games. In tho excito i ment pf highly contested games tho play- I era run the risk of enlargement of the heart, which may prove fatal at tho timo or drag along for years. While a few of tho players can endure almost anything 1 in tho way of excessive muscular exer tion others of an ambitious and excita blo nature run great risks. Many of tho games demand a contin ued exertion of a dangerous and reckless kind, and nothing short of a permanent injury to tho player must follow where excjtablo temperaments cngago long in the games. Often ono suffers from a slight heart dorangement which would never trouble him if he did not strain himself in excitable games. Tho truo I way is to demand a rigid examination of all those who would enter into games for long continued struggles. Exorcise of a -proper sort is beneficial, but many can j not stand moro than the gentlest sort.— j Yankee Blade. GEMS IN VERSE. Slander. , From random converse, grave or gay, A poisonous little lie was born. Like many a lie that looks on day It failed to hold itself in scorn. It preened each tiny and bat-black wing And felt for its nice, poignant cling And said with secret gladness, "I Am the full fledged symmetric lie.* Mounting in air. It paused awhile. Then lighted on a gossip's lip. The gossip with indifferent smile. Brushed it aside, yet bade it slip Into an old beau's prattling mouth, Whence, wandering north, east, west and south, It buzzed beside the car, at last. Of ono who gazed on it aghast. Slyly it buzzed a tale of taint That smirched with blame the treasured life Of ono whoso duteous deeds made saint Tho unworded synonym for wife. He caught the weak, slim, wasplike lie. Crushed it in both hands, watched it die- But dying it dared this taunt to fling: "My ghost lives on; my ghost can sting." —Cosmopolitan. Better Tilings. Better to smell tho violet cool than sip the glow ing wine; Better to hark a hidden brook than watch a diamond shine. Better tho love of gentlo heart than beauty's favors proud; Better tho rose's living seed than roses in a crowd. Bettor to lovo In lonelinoss than to bosk in love all day; Better the fountain in tho heart than tho foun tain by the way. Better bo fed by mother's hand than eat alone at will; Botter to trust In good than say, "My goods my storehouse fill." Better to bo a littlo wise than in knowledge to abound; Botter to teach a child than toll to fill perfec tion's round. Botter to sit at ft master's feet than thrill a listening state; Better to suspect that thou art proud than be suro that thou art great. Better to walk tho real unseen than watch tho hour's ovont; Bettor tho "Well donol" at tho lust than the air with shouting rent. Better to havo a quiet grief than a hurrying delight; Botter tho twilight of tho dawn than tho noon day burning bright. Better a death when work is dono than earth's most favored birth; Better a child in God's great house than the king of all tho earth. —Georgo Muc Donald. Which Ago the Host? Say, thou clear eyed, thoughtful honest critic. As you scan historic scroll of ages. Noting human life in all its stages, Listening to tho Jargon and the music, Querying as to all tho deeds and fruitago, Searching motive, every shodo of feeling, Best and worst of every ago perceiving, Which is worthy of tho highest homage? Surely not tho crude and cramped beginning. Nor tho dark and carnal ages later. Nor when Vengeanco sat as solo dictator, Man 'gainst man In fiendish ways a-slnnlngl No, of ail thus far, this ago is proving Purest, kindest. Still there'll bo a botter— An ago when greed, with all Its gloated train, And lust, with all its shameful brood of vice, And war, with all Its cruol, dire device. Shall nowhero 'neath tho vaulted skies obtain. But love, best angel, everywhere display Unselfish thought, desire, and, godlike, rise Above tho carnal, and without disguiso 'Mid pcaco and plenty hold delightful sway— An ago of light, unprecedented cheer. So full of manly deeds, with naught of bane. And freighted richly with tho truest gain, In which tho graco of goodness shall appear— An ag© of ripe and perfect brotherhood. Which God himself will say "is very good." —II. O. McArthur, D. D. Discontent. Two boats rocked on tho river In tho shadow of leaf and tree. Ono was In lovo with tho harbors Ono was in lovo with tho sea. Tho ono that loved the harbor Tho winds of fate outbore. But hold tho other, longing, Forover against tho shore. Tho ono that rests on tho river, In tho shadow of leaf and tree. With wistful eyes looks over To the one far out at sea. Tho ono that rides tho billow. Though sailing fair and fleet. Looks back to the peaceful river. To tho harbor safe and sweet. Ono frets against tho quiet Of tho moss grown, shaded shore; Ono sighs that it may enter That harbor nevermore. Ono wearies of tho dangers Of tho tempest's rago and wall; Ono dreams amid the lilies Of a faroff snowy sa.iL —New Orleans Times-Democrat. At Dead of Night. I woke at dead of night. Tho wind was high. My white rose bush was tapping 'gainst the With ghostly finger tliw; a sobbing rain Mado doleful rhythm for my thoughts, and I Strove vainly how to think and wondered why My brain, ghoulliko, must dig whore long had lain The pulseless dead that time and chango had slain. 1 fear no living thing. But, oh, to lio And see tho grewsomo dark within my room Take eyes and turn on mo with yearning gaze. To hear reproachful voices from tho tomb Of duties unfulfilled, might well nigh crazo A stronger bruiul God save mo from the gloom Of sleepless hours that stretch between twe days! —Carrio Blake Morgan. Misspent Time. There is no remedy for time misspent- No healing for the waste of idleness. Whoso very languor Is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feci or guess. 0 hours ofindolenco and discontent. Not now to l>o redeemed I Ye sting not less BecausA I know this span of life was lent For lofty dutios, not for selfishness. Not to bo whiled away In endless dreams. But to improvo ourselves and serve mankind. Life and its choicest faculties were given. Man should bo over better than he seems And shape his acts and discipline his mind To walk adoring earth with hope of heaven. —Sir Arthur do Vuro. Discovered. As snowdrifts melt ono may perceive Much buried history; Somebody's sad neglect botrayed, A rake, a hoe, a garden spade, A missing ax, a much sought pail, A scrubbing brush, a card, "For 8ale" A wilted doll, its color gone, That "baby" loft out on tho lawn, Tho kitchen broom, old Bowser's chain; Ahl yes, tho melting drifts explain Tho awful mystery And treasures sadly mourned retrieve. Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me; 1 havo a soul that, like an nmplo shield. Can tako in all and vcrgo enough for more; Fate was uot mine, nor am I fate's; Boals know no conquerors. —— ITI . —NTW— for Infanta and Children. "Caatorlais so well adapted to children that Can tori a cures Colic, Constipation, I recommend itos superior to any prescription Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea, Eructation, known to mo." H. A. ARCHER, M. D., 118 ' giVCS Bl ° ep ' aud * )rumotefl <U* 111 So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y, Without injurious medication. "The use of 'Costoria* is so universal and " For several years I have recommended Its merits so well known that it seems a work your 1 Castoria, 1 and shall always continue to of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the ao so as it hus invariably produced beneficial intelligent families who do uot keep Castoriu results." within easy reach " EDWIN F. PABDBB, M. D., New York City. "The Winthrop," 125 th Street and 7th Ave., Late Pastor Bloomiugdale Reformed Church. New York City. I THE CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW YORE. ! Ripans Tabules IRipans Tabules act gently but promptly upon the liver, : stomach and intestines; cure habitual constipation and dis pel colds, headaches and fevers. | One tabule taken at the first : symptom of a return of indi- f gestion, or depression ofsspirt its, will remove the whole dif- { ficulty within an hour. Ripans Tabutes are com- \ pounded from a prescription | used for years by well-known \ physicians and endorsed by | the highest medical authort- J ties. In the Tabules the stand- t ard ingredients are presented j in a form that is becoming the t fashion with physicians and j : patients everywhere. One Box (Six Vbls) Seventy-five Cents. i One Package (Four Boxes; Two Dollars. I Ripans Tabules may be ob- 1 tained of nearest druggist; or | b" mail on receipt of price. | For free aumplo address t RIPANS CHEMICAL CO. | NEW YORK. THE NEXT "MORNING I FEEL BRIGHT AND NEW AND MY COMPLEXION IS BETTER. My doctor nnya it arts gently on tho stomach, liver andl kidnoys, and is a pleasant laxative. Tills drink is inado from herbs, and is prepared for ÜBO aa easily as too. Itis called LANE'S IBSEBIGINE AH druggists sell it nt flOo. and SI.OO a packngo. If you ennnotgot it. send youraddroau fur fro e sample. I.uiH H Family .Medicine more* (lie lm\t > 1-t ouch day. In order to bo healthy, thlHlMneceß?nry. Add rest: OUATuii F. W'OBi. W AKI>, i.OY, V.' CRATER AXLE I llAlfcK GREASE BEST IV THE WORLD, Its wearing qualities are unsurpassed, actually outlasting two boxes of any other brand. Not effected by heat. B ET 1 11 8. LbMINE. FOR BALE BY DEALERS GENERALLY. Iff } A N ID EA L F"AM ILY7AE D7C TN? | For Indigestion. ltllloiiftne*fu I Headache, Count IputUn, Jlnd | Complexion. Offendvc lireatli, ■ I and all disorders of the Stomach, 1 = Liver and Bowels, I RIPANS TABULES, ,,/! i | Jill'AMk CIIKIIIOAI, CO., New York. VEGETABLE | \]mNDRAKE\ A B T re ft ;:k>^curel I j for A COSTIVENESS ( , Biliousness, Dyspepsia, X Indigestion, Diseases of £ the Kidneys, Torpid Liver a 1 Rheumatism, Dizziness, 7 '' Sick Headache, Loss of v I I Appotite,Jaundice,Erup V 1 1 tions and Skin Diseases, ft I | Trlco 25c. port ottlo, Odd by all Drugs! ata. (f HEIRY, JOHNSON k LORD, Prnps., Borliupton. Yt. A Sold at Schilcher's Drug Store, Advertise in the Tuibunk. ' ' ■■ r . ; : , i . *1 ir r .. and all I'at-1 Sent business conducted for moderate Fees. 4 J Our Otfice 13 Opposite u.s. patent office# ► 5 and wo can secure patent in less time than those 5 J remote from Washington. 2 # Send model, drawing or photo., with descrip-# 2tion. Wc advise, if patentable or not, free of? Our fee not due till patent is secured. 2 T A Pamphlet, "How to Obtain Patents," with# J cost of same in the U. S. and foreign countries i *sent free. Address, 2 jC.A.SNOW&CO.: Opp. patent Office, Washington -^C^^ rrrjLTf* •• T-. , . I -j Vv.V,D^J I vg : _ C j UOurec Colds,Oouphatßorc Throat, Croop.lrfluen' I en, Whooping Cough, Bronchitis and Asthma. A I certain cure tor Consumption in first Stages, end n cure rclisf in advanced stae-n. U„e at nr •. You will ana tho excellent eifcLt tftT .:kr.,: a first drcn. Told by d alera evcryv.hl„r j j bottles Lj cents and SI.OO. 4 Scientifio American P - AVEATS, ,W TRADE MARKS, DESIGN PATENTS, : , COPYRIGHTS, etc. F T,', T l(vr r, l ,n ?. ,on Handbook writo to * CO.. 361 Bhoauwat, NEW Yoiik. Oldest bureau for securing patents In America. Evory patent taken out by us is brought boforo the public by a uotlco given free of charge In tho JPtinifffic Jwmau Largest circulation of any scientific paper in tho world. Splendidly illustrated. No intelligent nmn should be without it. Weekly, 93.00 a year; $1.50 six months. Address MIJNN A CO., I'i'iiLiuuEUd, 301 Broadway, New York City. WE TELL YOU nothing new when we slate that it pays to engage iu u permanent, most healthy and pleasant bust ness, that returns a profit for every day's work. Such is the business we offer the working class. We teach them how to make money rapidly, and guarantee every one who follows our instructions \iithfully the making of $.'100.00 a month. Kvery one who takes hold now and works will surely and speedily increase their earnings; there can he no question about it; others now at work are doing it, and you, reader, can do the same. This is the best paying business that you have ever had the clinuco to secure. You will make a grave mistake il'you fail to give it atrial at once. H you grasp the situation, and act quickly, you will directly find yourself in a most prosperous business, at which you can surely make and save large sums of money. I lie results of only a few hours' work will often equal a week's wages. Whether you are old or voting, man or womau, it m:tke< ii" 1 i. 1 rem- , .)•> :i- we tell you, and sue cess will meet you at the very start. Neither I experience or capital necessary. ' Those who work for us are rewarded. Why not write to-day for i lull particulars, free ? E. C. ALLEN & CO., Box No 4'-40, Augusta, Mo. TALES FROM TOWN TOPICS. O /~1 year of the most successful Quarterly ever published. TSM?£ l s? N .. !, V 0 . 00 LEADING NEWS PAI IJ<S in North America have complimented this publication during its first year, and uni versally concede that its numbers afford the can be had ml m ° bt tnUeruiuin K reading that Published ist day of September, December. March and June. Ask Newsdealer for it, or send the price, 50 cents, in stamps or postal note to TOWN TOPICS, 21 \Vest 23(1 St., New York. ™ A brilliant Quarterly is nt made up trora th e current yearns issuvsof TOWN Tones, ' put contains the best stories, skctchc\ L>ur ] lesqucs, poems, witticisms, etc., from the M.- ° that unique journal, admittedly It. ir 1 P I S I FF OSL complete, and to all il M AS LI t, ,;\ the luost INTEREST INS weekly ever issued. Subscription Price: Tom Topics, por year, . ~1 00 Tales Trota Tom Topics, por yosr, 3.00 Tie two clubbot, - - . 0.00 ril 'oo TORLCS AENT 3 "'""FLS on trial for N, B.— Previous Nos. of "TACKS" will be 'CCE.PT A
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers