Feed The nerves upon pure blood, and they will bo your faithful servants aud not fyraunicnl masters; you will not be nervous,but strong, oheorful and happy. To have puro blood, and to keep it pure, take Sarsaparilla Hood's Pil!s cure all Liver Ilis. 20 cents. Enrlieat Vegetables Always I'ay. That's so, tho editor hoars Mr. Markot Gardner say. Well, why don't you have them? Simply because you don't plant Bailor's Northorn grown seods. His vegeta bles are bred to enrlincss and thoy never dis appoint you. Halzor is tho largest grower ot vegetables, farm seeds, grosses, clovors, po tatoes, ote. IF YOU WILL CUT THIS OUT AND SEND IT TO the John A. Sttlzer Seed Co., LnCrosso, Wis., with 10*. postage, you will get sample pack age of Early Bird lUiisli (ready in 10 days) and their groat catalogue. Catalogue alone, sc. postage. (A.) Educate men without religion and you make them clever devils. FITS stopped tree by DR. KLINK'S GREAT NERVE RESTORER. No Ills nftcr first day's use. Marvelous euros. Treatise und $2.00 trial bot tli frir. l)r. Kline. VM Ar. li St.. i'hila.. I'a. 13 ENJOYS Both the method and results when Syrup of Figs is taken; it is pleasant and refreshing to the tn-te, and acts fon; ly yet promptly on tho Kidneys, liver and Bowels, cleanses the sys tem effectually, dispels colds, head aches and fevers and cures habitual constipation. Syrup of Figs is tho only remedy of its hind ever pro duced, pleasing to tho tnsto and ac ceptable to the stomach, prompt in its action and truly beneficial in its effects, prepared only from the most healthy and agreeable substances, its mauv excellent qualities commend it to all and havo made it the most popular remedy known. Syrup of Figs is for sale in 50 cent bottles by all leading drug gists. Any reliable druggist who may not have it on hand will pro cure it promptly for any one who wishes to try it. Do not accept any substitute. CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP COL SAN FPANCISCO, CAL. LOUISVILLE. KY. HEW VOSK, N Y. 1* N U 3 Hundreds of ladies write us that they " can't find good bindings in our town." It's easy enough if you insist on Bus VELVETEEN SKIRT BINDING. Look for "S. M. & M." on the label and take no other. If your denier will not supply yoi we will. Send for samples, showing labels and mate rials, to the S. H. & M. Co., P. O. Box 699, Nev York City. CSQJIKteJES'SS NKW DOMESTIC COFFEE BERRY. BETTER THAN A GOLD MINE. Rated your own coffee at less than 1 ceut n pound. Let hlah tariff store coffee go. The poor man's irlend nut i Ich inante dollghr. Matures .North or South iu four mouths. Plant any time up to tho 20t : < f June. 80,000 farmers supplied and every one prulses ir. Has produced over sixty busliels per acre. Home prefer it to storo coffeo. Produces two crops a year In the South. Largo packet postpaid 2) cent?, or enough to plant 200 hills. 50 cents or stamp?. Will make 200 pots of most delicious coffee, good enough for a king. Is superseding store coffee as fast as Its merits become known. Large catalogue of fitly new var'eties of seeds and testimonials from patrons all over tho Uuion sfeut free with each order bv CC IET SEEDSMAN. • wUI-.Cf Buckner, Mo. Ur 7GteMte JH-ircs to faimer* and mei chant*, who clear from $lO to JSO per month eel/inn this wonderful teen during the winter, tree Sample and Large Catalogue for 5 eta. in Stamps. A SONG OF LIBERTY. Icross tho laud from strand to strand Loud ring the bugle notes, Ind Freedom's smile from isle to islo Like Freedom's banner floats! Che vol vet vales ring "Liberty!'* To answering skies sorene; The mountains sloping to thes*a Wave all their flags of green! ! The rivers dashing to tho deep The joyous notes prolong, ind all their waves in glory leap To one immortal song! One song of Liberty and li^o, That was, and is to be, Till tyrant flags are trampled rags Aud all the world is free! One song! tho nations hail tho notes From sounding sea to sea, And answer from their thrilling throats That song of Liberty. They answer, and an echo comes From chained and troubled isles And roars like ocean's thunder-drums Where brave Columbia smiles. Where crowned and great she sits in state Beneath her flag of stars, Her heroes blood tho sacred flood That crimsoned all its bars! Hail to our country! strong sho stands, Nor fears tho war-drum's boat; Tho sword of Freedom in her hands— Tho tyrant at her feet! —Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution. THE PHANTOM BELLS, BY MRS. 11. L. BAYNE. BE ladies of the • V V' 0-'" Chateau Froute uuo invited v^v! IwEr-"* t'leir brother's I fiancee to make them ft visit in order to explain to tier tho strange * shadow which hung over their house for- nearly a hundred years, aud to whose baneful intlueuee sho must become habituated, when a member of the family. When they first saw Clotilde, she . was so young aud timid they made up j their minds to wait until Gaspard him- ' self came, but one night as they sat | around the great hall-tiro there was a great jingle of eleighbells and tho found of swift runners on the crisp snow outside, and then that muical clash at tho door which announced the stopping of tho turnout, and the arrival of gnestr. j Surely there was nothing uncommon iu this, the coming of a party of merry ; people to a country house, and on a | magnificent moonlight, night when ! tho whole landscape was us light as ' day ! Yet instead of looking pleased or surprised, tho ladies sank back iu their chairs, and covering their faces with their hands, murmured a prayer. Clotilde, the little one, clapped her bauds, aud asked earnestly : "Might it be, my friends, that it is Gaspard, who has como with a sur prise?' 1 "No, no, Clotilde, it will not be our Gaspard. Mo.u Dieu, how then shall we tell her? Child, go you not to the door? Those sleighbells you hear are not of tho flesh aud blood—l mean the driver is not—" But the littlo Clotilde had run joy ously to the great hall door, "aud though lie servant stood there to open it, she swung it wide on its masßivc hinges. A bitter blast of cold air rushed in with a dreary, wailing sound, aud no sleigh stood outside, but even as the startled girl watched, ft clash of musical bells and the swift sound of the steel-shod runners filled the area of snow. Sho turned whiter than a lily in the somber moonlight, and flung the door to, affrighted. "Como to the fire, little one; yon have seen, then, our skeleton iu tho closet?" "I saw not any skeleton—nothing— nothing, but I beard tho bells -oh, what does it mean ?" "You tell her, Agatha," said the youqgor sister. "I would greatly prefer that she should hear it from your lips, Cecile," answered the other. "I um not afraid," said tho girl proudly. Tho color was coming buck to her lips aud cheeks, and her eyes sparkled. It could not bo worse than tho legends of tho Loup-Garou which her unclo had told her siuee sho was a child—not to very long ago that—but now she was a woman and would not show fear. "You will now know why our Gas pard has dark spells when not even his sweetheart can eoml'ort him, why tho shadow is never lifted from our lives, and wc cannot be quite like otherpeo l>le. Perhaps you will not then like to marry our brother, who is tho best and dearest in the world, but like us, under the ban." "It is the more I would love him if I might, when he has tho trouble ; but tell me, please, is it that sorno wicked souls come back because that they can not rest?" "We know not, petite, but tho story is like this: So long ago, maybe, that not our oldest relation can remember, there was unotber Gaspard do Frou tenao, a brave, good man like this one, but hot-headed and fiery. And you know, tho steop hills than shut us 111 with the big ravine—tho precipice on either side? And in tho winter thore was ahvays'snow, and tho people went coasting and sleigh-riding with swift horsesdown those long hills, but nover could two meet, for the road was just the width for one sleigh, and the pe'oplo all knew this, and they waited at the plateau on the top, and each took his turn. "It was my great uncle's pleasure to take his youug wifo aud go out on these steep hills and drive her liko the wind with a swift flying horse, and she loved the sport and wrapped iu turs, with her curls lioating in ihi wind, ft fine picture the country folk I thought her; anil that Gaspard was j much admired, too, for so the story has come to us, and their pictures are in the salon, though some think us 1 not of the right mind to keep them there. "It comes soon now, petite, tho j tragedy of those two. One night, just ' such ft night as this, they went riding j in the so gay spirits, and going up hill for tho second or third time j what should they see but another sleigh coming down ! It was coming fast, and my great unclo knew it was death for one side or tho other, since pass they could not. And ho shouted to the other driver to halt I "Ah, it was too sad. On, on, enmo the other sleigh, fast liko the wind, und my great uncle Gaspard saw that it would into him crash, and he quickly drew a pistol, aud fired to kill i tho horse, before it was too late. And his own horse, ho get such a fright he plunge over ! the side, throwing him out, but taking his bride down to death! "Ho lived, but like a man in a dream, till some one tell him the truth that on that night there was no other sleigh but his own, and that ho saw the shadow was of his own, in some way I know not tho exact, the moonlight make that effect by what you call projecting the shadow, and when he know that, he take again tho pistol and with it end his misery and his life." A long silence succeeded this weird tale and then Clotildo asked in a broken voice: ' 'ls it then that the sleigh is a ghost ?" "Yes, petite, a—what you call phan tom." "I am not afraid. I accept, and will pray to give the poor ghosts peace." It was not like tho Loup-Garou, not to tho mind of Clotildo half as dread ful, but she w.is nou really afraid of those because her old uncle had much sense, und ho did not bclievo ono of these stories, although tell them ho did, und most graphically. Again on tho following evening came the sound of bells, aud this time Clotildo went not near the door, but sat moving her sweet lips in prayer. Then tho door was flung violently open and a brusque, cheery voico called: "Hello, there, Victor, Alphonse, you varlets, where nro you hiding?" Certainly this was no ghost, and the three women who clung about his neck gavo frantic evidence of joy at his coming, Clotildo was not one of tho three. A big old rum in a fox-skin coat had taken her in his arms, and , was talking to her iu gentle burr, the old uucie who told her the dreadful : stories, and then she slipped one small | hand into her lover's and looked at him with shy, happy eyes. "It was so good of you to como in stead of tho ghosts," sho said, when later they sa': cooing ic. a corner, whilo the uncle, who was a great favorite with the youug Gaspard, was making I himself agreeable to tho ladies. "Then you know, dear little one?" eaid the young mau. "Aud you are not afraid to mako your homo in the Chateau Frontenac?" "Hot with my Gaspard," came tho solt answer, "out I like it better if tho ghosts caaio not, and your sister?, they are sorry, too. Hut afraid—no!" "What of this so much being 1 afraid?" asked a gruff voice, und the old unclo o? Clotildo hobbled over to tho corner where snatches of their conversation located the two lovers. Then ho was told tho story of tho ghostly sleigh, and looked wise and thoughtful for the re : .tof tho evening. The shrewd French Canadian was filled with marvelous stories of ghosts which ho loved to relate, but none of which ho believed, not even his stock fright-story, tho legendary Loup- Garou. Tho next morning Uac'.o Pierro wa3 missing from tho cliateau, but no ono was disturbed, ho ha 1 taken his gun, and would return when ho pleased, j which was at nightfall, and simultan i eously with his coilaing rang out tho | jangling, invisible bells. He found tho family shivering around the great lire as if thoy weio stricken with deadly cold. Even Gas pard looked troubled and tho littlo Clotilde was trying to assure him that sho was not—"Oh, no, not tho least afraid !" "Fiueis the night," he said in salu tation, "an I tho air is tho clear, so you hear-r-r, oh, so far! Heard you not, my Clotilde, tho slciglfbells that como me with?" "Ob, oh," cried the ladies of the chateau in a faint chorus; "the bolls do mako our hearts to shake," and thoy said nu audi bio prayer. "Whal: you make afraid? Not tho bells of echo, that tho wind do bring to your door for tho too sweet music? Pah ! .Ghost is it, not at. all, but tho r-r-ravine, and tho hills, they do mako of tho bells of tiie sleighing compauie, the echo which for the minu-t-o stop ut your door ; 'tis echo always this so many years that you think it tho ghosts!" Uncle Ficrre was compelled to es cape from tho room when the family had accepted his scientific explana tion, which ho further elaborated in their native tongue, ho was so over whelmed with thanks and praises. So the shadow was lifted forever from the house of Froutenac, and tho story which had so sad an ending aud was accountable for tho ghost, is no longer related as tho cause of such a dreary effect, aud it is now tho pleas ure of tho ladies of tho chateau, as it onco was tho abhorrence, to ask visit ors to listen to tho "so strungo echo," and out of tbe materials of a tragedy they have really evolved a comedy.— Detroit Free Press. A Chcstervillc, Maine, couple re cently celebrated their goldqn wedding in the very house into tfhich they moved on their wedding day,- fifty years ago. WIND VOICES. Wind, that art wailing through the nigh' With the voice of a soul in pain! Thou hast waked tho waves that slept 011 tho shoref I hear them rise, and dash once more 'Gainst the sullen, fixed, aud changeless rock, Which has stood unmoved through many a i shock Of tho raging storm, aud the breakers white That must sweep to the sea again. Wind, that art wailing through tho night, With tho voice of a soul in pain! Thou hast waked tho passion of wild regret, Which slumberod so loug—to rage and fret Gainst tho pitiless, fixed decrees of life; As well Jmay tho waves with the rock hold strife! Back—to tho tide of the Infinite, Poor heart, that hast cried in vniiff Wind, that art wailing through the night, With the voice of a soul iu pain! Thou hast gathered up each cry of earth That from mortal anguish ever had birth, At the door of the living to enter iu. Weeping for sorrow and death and siu; Yet heart, make answer, "God's will i right," And rest iu His peace again. -Mary Gorges, in Chambers's Journal. HUMOR OF THE DAY. "She has married the man she want ed." "That's nothing to marrying tho man some other girl wants."—Lite. "Every time I soo you lam remind ed of Herr Bumrael." "How so?" "Ho owes mc S2O." —Fliegende Blaet ter. "You never told me Miss Fairgirl was an athlete." "Well, is she?" "Yes; she has thrown me over."—Tit- Bits. There is a difference between'a cold and tho grip, but you will not realize it until you receive the doctor's bill.— Truth. Nell—"Jack Soft-lcigh doesn't know his own mind." Bolle—"I never knew ho was as ignorant as all that."—Phil adelphia Record. "I tell you what, Sharp, marrying an heiress has its drawbacks." "Yes ; but think of tho greenbacks, Bond." ■ —Harper's Bazar. Wo.stumble on tho gifts wo prize All other thlugs above, For over since the world began, We've fallen into love. —Now York. Recorder. Scene: A schoolroom in the year 1900. Teacher (to new boy)—"Hans, have you got your certificate of vac cination against smallpox?"— New York Sun. Fussy Old Lady—"Now, dou't for get, conductor. I want the Bunk of England," Conductor—"All right, mum. (Aside). She don't want much, dq she, mate?"— Punch. "If you will give your hand to mo, I'll toll your fortune true." 'No doubt, dear count," the maid ron'.iod, "Aud you would spend It, too." —New York Recorder. "Tho world owes mo a living," ho said bitterly. "Of course," replied tho other sarcastically. "But I don't seem to get it." "Well, you never were much good as a collector."—Chi na J Post. She—"So there aro the Alps at last!" He "Must be. You don't suppose a first class tourist company like this would work off any substitu tions or imitations on its patrons?"— Household Words. Mr. Goodheart "My income is $2200 a year. Don't you think your daughter could live on that?" Mrs. Spend well—"She probably could, with economy ; but how would you live. New York Weekly. The safe flow open, and there inside A receipted gas bill lay. Tin bnffh.l burg ar shook his hea l. "I've come a little to late," he said, And ho mournfully turned away. —Chicago Trlbun*-. Thoughtfulness: Magistrate—"lt you broke into the house with honor able intention, as you say you did, why did you take off your boots in the hall?" Burglar—"l was told by toy mate that the master was lying ill in bed." "Six months."—Dorfbarbier. Fully Explained : First Detective— "Strange that I didn't recognizo him! I thought I'd kuow him in any dis guise." Second Detective —"But when ho was caught- he had no dis guise." First Detective —"Oh! that accounts for it."—Puck. New Use for Corncob*. Frank Shafer took to Lacon, 111., recently, a sample of sirup which a number of experts pronounced genu ine maple sirup. It was nothing more nor less than corncob sirup, made ai follows: Twelve clean cobs wero put in a gallon of water and boiled until soft. Then tho juice was strained off and a gallon oi' dark brown sugar so lution added. This is boiled a littlo while, resulting in a line quality of sirup, hardly distinguishable from tho maple product.---Chicago Times-Her ald! ~ A Bargain at Ten Cents. A horse was sold by tho Sheriff at public auction in frout of tho court house and was bought by Flint Hen* drix, tho only bidder, at ten cents. The horse was the property of B. IT. Morris, and was sold to satisfy a mort gage, amounting to about $65. Mr. Hendrix afterward refused au offer of $2.50 for his bargain, if such it might I be considered.- Aiken (S. C.) Journal and Review. A Foxy Fox. Tho fox's reputation for smartness was well sustained by a member of the tribo near Falmouth, Me., the other j day. A couple of houndß and a hnn [ ter were after it, and the fox led the hounds to a frozen pond, and out ou ico so thin that it just supported tho | fox, which escaped, while the hounds went through aud were dro.vne.k— New York Sun. Returning to Old Customs. California lias gone back to mult teams for the transportation of freight just as in the old days before railroadi were built. A regular line of big Wag 011s, with six-mule teams, bettteei I Stockton and Fresno, has just beet started, and It will connect at Stocktor with steamers to and from San Fran Cisco. The lino has been started in op position to the Southern Pacific rail way, with the object of forcing dowr the rates. The experiment was madi once before and successfully. The mull teams, in connection with the steamers can carry sugar, for Instance, fron Ran Francisco to Fresno for $3 a tot less than the railway charges, and it ii believed that a similar saving can bi made on other freight. The merchant! in the valley towns are Interested It the project, and say that it is an ever thing for their Interests whether thi railroad cuts down its rates or theii freight is in future hauled by mull teams. A Missionary Ship. About a year ago a party of Seventh Day Adventists chartered the brigau tine Pitcairn and started out with her from San Francisco 011 a missionary expedition in the South sens. Word of the vessel has just been received from Nukualofa, Aonga. The party had visited Tahita, Rorotonga. Rurutu, Pit cairn and many other islands, stopping long enough at each one to distribute tracts and pamphlets and Bibles and to do missionary work in various ways. The vessel took (o Pitcairn a number of the Islanders who had been visiting Ban Francisco. 'lite Absence of It. Jf there is any truth in the raying that bap pi iters is the absence of nil pain, mental ami physical, the enjoyment of it can only bo found in heaven. Rut so fur as the physical is concerned, it is within easy reach; at least measurably to, as far as ure will go. The : um of human misery in this line is made up of greater or lers degrees of nhysh al suffer ing. The minor aches ana pains which afflict mankind are easy to reach and as < asily cured. There are none in the whole category, which, if taken in time, cannot be cured. 'J hey must in some form afflict the nerves, the boner, the muscles and joints of 1 lie human body. They are all more or less hurtful and wasteful to the system. St. Jacobs Oil is ir.ado to cure them, to search c ut hidden 1 am spots, and to cure promptly in a true; remedial and lasting way. Very, very many have not known happiness for ycais till 1 hey used it. and very many are jutting off euro and happiness because lliey don't use it. To bo happy is of far less consequence to the worshippers of fashion that to appear so. Ilurrah For Pennsylvania* Tho farmers of Pennsylvania are to bo j congratulated. M. M. Luther, East Troy, ' Pa., grow over 203 busliols Salzer's Silver : Mine Oafs on one measured acre. Think of | it! Now there aro thirty thousand farmers going to try and boat Mr. Luther aud win ! S2OO in gold! and they'll do it, in New York, ; Ohio, Pennsylvania aud tho oast. Will you be one of them? Then there is Silver King Barloy, cropped j on poor soil 11G bus. per aero in 1805. Isn't that wonderful—and corn 233 bus. and pota toes and grasses and "clovers, fodder plants, etc., etc. Freight is cheap to New York and the cast. IF YOU WILL CUT THIS OUT AND SEND it with 10c. postage to the John A. Salzer Seod Co., La Crosse, Wis., you will receive their mam moth catalogue aud ten packages grains and grasses, including above oats, free. (A.) When the State is most corrupt, then the laws are most multiplied. BTATE OF omo, CITY OF TOLEDO, T LUCAS COUNTY. \ FRANK J. CHUNKY makes oath that he IS the senior partner of th fl rm 0 f F. J. CHENKY JFC i 0., doing business in the City of Toledo, County and State ufore*ai/, 1 i U lan! vv.ii, lo adjudicatingcloluin, tty allies. OPIUM P? 1 W Y H WOON R R- BOOK BPNT