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Hood's Pill S cure all liver ills, biliousness.
THE MACHETE.
The Deadly Weapon with Which Cnba
la Workinc Oat Her Independence.
Cuba's national weapon, the machete,
s a terrible Instrument of destruction.
One of tbe horrible features of a field
f battle where machetes are used Is
the number of partly beheaded and
fearfully mutilated bodies that are
found lying all around, which present
i ghastly sight even to the sturdy sol
diers who have survived the conflict.
The machete has played no small part
In the history of all uprisings in the
Bpanish-speaking provinces, but In
Cuba it has done such execution that if
the island should win her freedom the
machete ought to be Included in the
coat-of-arms of Cuba libra. It Is the
tool of the Cuban worklnguian. With
It he earns bis living cutting tbe sugar
cane. With It he cuts the firewood for
his own use. Indeed, It Is hatchet and
knife combined for htm. Every man In
Cuba possesses a machete, no matter
what else he does not own.
The mode of using the machete Is en
tirely different from that which Is usu
al with tbe sword. Tbe thrust Is not
employed at all. Tbo ahn wltli the
machete Is to cut and slash. The In
surgents ordinarily carry the weapon
In a scabbard at tbe left side of tbe belt
br dangling from a chain attached to
the right wrist. In any case the weapon
Is not held In position for use until the
lines are within a few yards of each
other.
When the word Is passed the machete
Is pulled from the scabbard with an up
ward stroke diagonally to tbe right,
with the long sharp edge toward the
enemy. The stroke Is aimed at the ab
domen of the person attacked, with the
Intent of wounding the body below tbe
waist. Then, Willi the weapon raised
to the full length of the right arm, the
wrist Is simply turned over and tbe
machete makes a stroke back to the
left, so as to slash tbe victim's neck,
and, If possible, partially behead him.
With one more turn of the wrist the
edge of the machete strikes downward,
cleaving the body again.
This is done with wonderful dexter
ity, and these strokes are easiest to
learn of all made with edged weapons,
In the hands of the Insurgents, habitu
ated to the use of the machete, and who
are very strong, these blows are fright
fully effective, and a machete wound
Is usually fatal. The battle of Baira,
In which so many Spaniards were de
capitated, and which was tbe bloodiest
In Cuban history, was won by machetes
against the best American Springfield
rifles In the hands of tbe Spaniards.
The Cubans, however, have purchased
a number, of Remington and Moser
rifles, nnd are making every effort to
encourage their countrymen in tbe use
of guns.
American Girl Who Surprised Paris.
Tbe fete recently given by tlie Coun
tess Castellans, formerly Miss Anna
Gould, was one of the most elaborate
ever seen in Paris. Three thousand in
vitations were issued, and the cost of
the fete was not far from SIOO,OOO.
The event was planned to reproduce
the fifth day of the fetes celebrated at
Versailles on the occasion of tlie mar
riage of Louis XIV. with Marie Theresa
of Austria. An army of workmen were
employed for a week preparing fire
works and transforming the grounds of
the residence in the Cercle des Acacias,
on the avenue du Bols de Boulogne.
The fete opened with a dinner, accom
panying which was a series of sur
prises. On a raised platform GOO cory
phees, chorus men and women and the
musicians of the opera, reproduced the
choruses nnd dances of the 17th cen
tury. After the fireworks there was
dancing, and the entertainment closed
with a grand supper.
A Towel of Blotting Paper.
The most curious use to which paper
is to be put is that suggested by the
recent patenting of a blotting paper
towel. It Is a new style of bath towel,
consisting of a full suit of heavy blot
ting paper. A person upon stepping
out of his morning tub hns only to ar
ray himßelf in one of these suits, nnd In
a second he will be as dry ns a bone.
MY SICK SISTERS.
" I want to tell you what Lydia E.
Pinkliam's Vegetable Compound has
done for me. For twenty years I had
suffered with loss of appetite, nausea,
constipation, palpi tation of
the heart, head- aclio and
pains in nearly a 'l parts
•Iriansaid it only
Vegetable Compound. I have taken
four bottles, and now those troubles
are cured. ,
" I cannot praise it enough, and our
druggist says the medicine is doing a
World of good among his customers."
—BELLE 8, THOMPSON, New Bedford,
Mass.
„ RECOMPENSE.
Tbey pay the rarest flowers
That unfold within the brain
Owe their beauty to conditions
Of ill health, of sorrow, pain!
They say the sweetest song of homo
Was his whose fireside
Was his lonely heart, which know
No other hearth beside.
They say the great achievements,
The successes wo call sweet.
Are the swiftly following footsteps
On the heels of sad defeat.
11l health, dofent and loneliness
Thy greatest boor may be,
Grasp well the nettle; though it stings,
Its pain may strengthen thee.
—L. W. Rountree, in Chicago Inter-Ocean.
A JOURNEY* FOR~~iLOVE,
EW YORK
/ City, that
lf|jj / Mecca for
„ I Ka I American gen
m n ius > is filled to
JKN overflowing
sSs'LLTOL with ambitious
meu w °"
I xv/i 1 -men, who flock
therewith high
/ hopesandbeat
ln~ hearts and
who, once lost
in the oity ' s
1 - struggling
mass of humanity, drift lower and
lower and finally seek occupation in
the most humble and bitter paths of
life. Such creatures of misfortune
wore the tenants of a small, shaky
structure in lower New York, a build
ing that had so outgrown its useful
ness and decent appearance that it was
known as "The Ruins," which name
was most significant when one consid
ers the financial condition of the old
house's occupants.
We lived in "Tho Ruins," Tom and
I, pegging away at our pictures and
praying i'or that blissful day when
fame and fortune would come, wbcu
we could shake the dust of "The
Ruins" from our feet and journey
away to some delightful spot beyond
the reach of bill collectors and out of
the prosaic sound of vegetable carts
and coal wagons. It was this thought
of coming wealth that kept us on our
feet, that buoyed our sinking spirits
nnd made u faugh when our hearts
were crushed under a load of sorrow.
Were we unhappy? No, for we had
each other, and the love of man and
woman is a healing balsam in time 3 of
misfortune. 'To be snrc, each grieved
to see the other in want of those little
luxuries which make life worth the
living, but had wo.not each other's in
spiring words of hope to cheer the
way and make the rough places less
sharp and painful? Had 'Tom been
alone, bad I been alone, the dreary
forsakenness and the agony of unceas
ing disappointment would have been
beyond ail human endurauee and
well, who can tell what fate would
have been ours? It is u harrowing
thought, and a foolish one, but women
are wont to dwell on "what might have
been," even if it makes them miner
able.
Our neighbors, the other tenants of
"The Ruins" were conditioned like
ourselves. Like us, too, they wore
shabby clothes and run-over shoes aud
supplied the wants of the "inner man"
by buying articles of food at tbo cor
ner grocery aud cooking them over
tho blaze of a smoky grate tire or an
ill smelliug sputteriug oil stove. There
were six or seven of them, our neigh
bors, and every week or two one would
disappear, no doubt to go into cheaper
lodgings, while a new face and an un
familiar but equally shabby figure
would take bis or her place. We saw
little of the other tenants, meeting
them only in the dusty, bleak hall
ways or on the creaking, unsteady
stairs.
Sometimes they would murmur
good moruiug or we would exohauge
a growl of haired for the of
the crumbling "Ruins," but more fre
quently wo passed in silence, sliuking
hurriedly along as if ashamed of our
parcels of provisions or our three-sea
son garments. This had been the con
dition of our social affairs until one
gloomy April day, when there came a
timid knock on our door, which I an
swered with no great feeling of hap
piness, fearing an unlooked-for visit
lrom tho uncongenial landlord.
My apprehensions were groundless.
It was the little German governess
who lived in a cheerless baok room on
the floor above.
"I heard your husbaud go away and
so took the liber'y of coining to you,"
she stammered in broken English, us
u pretty blush of embarrassment crim
soned oheelcs which were usually of a
cold and unhealthy whiteness.
"I have waited to come for such a
long, long time. It is very lonesome,
this New York, is it not? I think one
could die and not be found for years
unless it was by the landlord when he
comes to collect his fees eaoh week.
'The landlord, one is only sure of hira ;
he never fails, he never forgets, he
comes each Wednesday with hand held
out for the money and his wrinkled
old face is all pinched and puckered
with avarice. Ach, I hate him, the
landlord."
She paused for breath, I took Tom's
palette, {covered with paint from the
one comfortable chair in the room and
begged my visitor to be seated.
"You and your husband are both
artists?" she continued, talking fast
and never waiting for replies to her
questions— "you must be happy. Yes,
you are happy, for I hear you singing
some times, and when I see you and
your husband on tho street ho is al
ways holding your arm as if you were
a piece of rare porcelain. You are the
only person in this dreary place—
this ruin, as they call it—who ever
smiles. The rest—ah 1 they go about
like ghosts, creeping up and down, np
and down, the stairs as if they'd die
at so much as the sound of their foot
steps. Oh, this America, it is awful—
it is terrible. I think sometimes I
shall die. 1 think sometimes that I
can live no longer in this vault, where
people are neither dead nor alive. If
only I had more work, if only I could
earn more money and get a little more
room somewhere in the fresh air and
get where I can see trees and green
things. And this noise—this endless
roar of wagons and clanging of street
car hells! Ah, I fear lam going mad
—that my brain is ill—"
It was tho same old storv—little or
no work, wretchedness of heart and a
desperate lack of money. I pitied her
and felt that strong sympathy which
only ono woman can have for another.
How much richer was I, I thought,
than this poor, friendless woman alone
in a foreign country. How could I
complain after that?
She told me her history; her crim
soned cheeks grew brighter as she
continued an 1 her hands moved ner
vously as if she were ill.
Her mother, it seems, had been a
widow of considerable wealth and
moved in tbe best society in Berlin.
When sho, my visitor, was fifteen years
old, her mother married again. The
stepfather, having tho usual old coun
try view of woman's incapabilities in
business affairs, promptly relieved his
wife of tho care of her money and
thereafter positively refused even to
consult her as to either its use or its
disposal. He entered into several en
terprises which failed dismally; then
he began to speenlate, with the usual
results. In four years the widow's little
fortune had drifted away and her hus
band plunged into dissipations that
soon brought his earthly career to an
end. Mother and daughter struggled
along ns best they could,giving French
and music lessons aud doing what sew
ing they could beg from their rich
friends.
During this time of poverty and dis
tress a manly young German had fallen
in love with the hard working
daughter nnd they became betrothed.
He, too, was battling with hardships
nnd one day he came to his little sweet
heart aud told her that he was going
to America, that place of freedom
where opportunities for work and ad
vancement are to be had for the ask
ing. Ho would sent for her soon, ho
said. She and her mother were to
eome to him, to a little home that he
would have ready and waiting on the
other side of the great ocean.
She emilod bravely when be left her,
but ns sho watched his broad figure
disappear in the soft evening twilight
despair seized her heart and strange
forebodings made her tremble with
tear and distress.
What an ago it was until his first let
ter arrived! 'The waiting for it so
filled bor thoughts that she failed to
notice that tho dear, frail mother was
growing weaker and paler each day.
Before the second letter reached Ber
lin tno mother was dead.
For six months the young girl
breasted tbo storm of poverty. Then,
to her great joy, her lover in far away
America wrote that she was to come to
him at once. She gathered up tho
small belongings and heirlooms that,
although worthless in a money sense,
were of such priceless value to her and
with these she sailed away to her
new home.
When tbo great boat landed her in
tho noisy oitv of New York she found
her way to an address that her Ger
man sweetheart hud sent her, expect
ing to find there a friond of his who
would put her on a train that would
take her to the small town in Pennsyl
vania where ho had secured work.
There ho would meet herat the station
and, after saying over the holy words
that were to make them hnsband and
wife, take her to the little home he
bad prepared. 'Tho plan was a good
one but something was wrong some
where. At the address in New York
there lived no person by the name
which ho had written in her letter and
tho poor girl was in despair. She
found lodgings, and tho next day
journeyed on to tho little Pennsylvania
town, where she was unable to discov
er the whereabouts of her betrothed.
With but a few dollarsleft sho returned
to New York and by some miracle im
mediately secured employment as a
governess. In another week she was
on her way to Mexico, having in her
charge two small children of a wealthy
Gothamite.
Then eamo two years of hard work,
daring which Bhe went from one situ
ation to another and finally became
our neighbor in "The Ruins."
"I have but two pupils now," she
explained. "One I am teaching
French, tne other German. But two
pupils—they bring me hardly enough
to pay my rent and to buy fuel and
provisions. I cannot hold out much
longer—ami I thought perhaps you
could tell me where 1 eould get work.
I have tried overytliiug—everything I"
1 promised to help her even while
doubting my ability to secure employ
ment for her, for I knew that hope
nevor fails to warm tbo heart and thut
encouragement is pleasant oven to tbo
doomed. She said goodby and went
up the dark, creaking stairs. As she
took my fingers 1 noticed that her
band was hot aud fevered and that her
eyes looked strange and restless.
After bearing that poor girl's story
I almost fancied myself a millionaire,
so much better and happier was my
lot than hers. 'Tho old furniture ap
peared less awkward and scratched,
the faded curtains seemed to brighten,
even the old cook stovo did not look
so bad alter all, and when 'Tom camo
homo I fussed over him in away that
made him say:
"Dear, I'm always afraid of you
when you act like" this; it's sure to
torerun a quarrel." And then we
laughed. The idea of Tom in a
quarrel was really too funny.
As we sat down to the littlo supper
I had prepared I told Tom about my
visitor, and wo immediately began to
lay plans as to how we could best offer
hex assistance* As Tom remarked:
"We never hear of any one who wants
lessons in painting; they're always on
a macl tear after languages." And so
we bethought ourselves of several per
sons to whom we would recommend
and advertise the talents of our down
cast neighbor.
I did not see her the next day, but
the following morning I tiptoed along
the creepy corridor to her room,
carrying a little breakfast dainty iu
my hands and hoping that she would
accept it in the same sisterly spirit
that it was offered. I knocked several
times on the door, but no answer
came. Then I fancied that I heard
some one moan. Baok I ran to Tom,
who returned with me, and after satis
fying ourselves that the girl was there
and ill wo broko opeu the door.
What a room it was 1 A bare little
garret with bed and table and several
decrepid chairs and footstools. The
one semblance of elegance was a largo
oil painting of a beautiful woman with
snow white hair and exquisitely
shaped hands, which I immediately
surmised was a portrait of the girl's
mother. On the bed lay the room's
occupant, burning with fever and
talking wildly of "this terrible, terri
ble America, where people have no
hearts," and sometimes breaking into
a strange German love song.
We did what we conld for her. Tom
wont for a doctor, who came and said
she had brain fever. He advised send
ing her to a hospital, and after con
siderable red tape preliminaries we
had her installed in one of the large
institutions of New York. She had
been there less than a week when the
kind nurse told us that such a person
as our little invalid was wanted by
some one who had been long searching
for her, who had left word with city
officers to notify him at once in case
she was found. How my heart leaped
when I heard the good ne.vs. How
happy I was for her. I rushed home
to Tom and cried nil over his shabby
old coat and he scolded me for being
"such an emotional little womau."
But just the same, he had to put on a
pretty bold front to keep me from no
ticing that his voice was unusually
husky.
Well, uuliko the more "artistic"
stories of the jireseut moment, this
one ends happily. The Gerniuh gov
erness recovered, and when her mind
awakened from its troubled illness her
sweetheart was the iirst on whom her
pretty brown eyes looked. Tom and
I were there, but she did not see us,
and we hastened into another room,so
as not to intrude upon a scene too
sacred for other eyes.
It was easy to untangle the compli
cations that before had been so unex
plainable. Her betrothed had in some
way given her a wrong address. When
too lato he discovered the mistake and
hastened to New York to meet her as
she left the steamship. Again there
was a mistake and he missed her.
Then his search began. As sho hnd
gone to Mexico almost immediately
after her arrival in New York he could
get no clew of her whereabouts anil
whou at last he found her ho had given
up all hope and was on the verge of
utter despair.
They went to their home in Penn
sylvania and overy letter that I re
ceived from her—it is years since last
.1 saw her—brings news of greater
happiness and deeper content.
We don't live in "The Bums" now
—in fact, "The Kuins" is laid low,
and in its place stands a massive office
building that towers high above its
fellow structures. Tom has a little
studio in onr Harlem flat and is busy
as can be imagined with his magazine
and newspaper sketches. I help him
occasionally, but not as I used to dur
ing our more unfortunate days. You
see, "little Tom," who is now three
years old, is such an "enfant terrible"
that it takes all my time to fulfil his
youthful majesty's demands.—Chicago
News.
Hoiv the Savage J,earned to Laugh.
Just as the hoof of tho horse is the
remnant of an original five toes, just
as the pineal gland in man is now said
to be the survival of a prehistoric eye
on the top of tho head, so, perhaps,
this levity in regard to particular ail
ments (in others) may be the descend
ant of an aboriginal ferocity iu man.
It is a well-known theory that what we
call humor aroso from the same source ;
that the iirst human laugh that ever
woke tho astonished echoes of gloomy
primeval forests was not an expression
of mirth, but exultation over tho mis
ery of a tortured enemy. There is,
to this day, something terrible iu
laughter. The laugh of madness or
of cruelty is a sound more awful than
that oi the bitterest lamentations. By
means of that strange phonograpu
that we call literature, we can listen
even now io tho laughter of the dead;
to the hearty guffaws or cynical titter
ings of generation after generation of
bygone men and women; and if we
are curious in such matter wo cau
probe into the nature of the chnngos
that have passed over the fashion of
men's humor. For it has been said,
not without the support of weighty
cumulative evidence, that, as we peue
trnte further into tho past wo tied the
sense of humor depending always more
obviously and solely upon the"enjoy
ment of the pain, misfortuue, morti
fication or embarrassmeat of others.
The sense of superiority was tho sense
of humor in our ancestors; or, in
other words, vanity lay at the root of
this, as of most other attributes of our
bamptous species. Patting ear to our
phonograph we catch the echoes of u
straugo and merry tumult; boisterous,
cruel, Joften brutal, yet with here and
there a tender cadence from some sol
itary voice, and presently this lonely
note grows stronger and sweeter, as
wo travel slowly towards our own
time, until at length, through all the
merriment, wo cau hear the soft un
derinnrmur of pity. Does tho pioture
not seizo the imagination—tho long
laughter of tho ages which bogins in
cruelty and ends in .love.—Westuiin
ter Gazette.
MAKE YOUR OWN ICE.
Chemicals Are Used, n Crank Io
Turned for Fifteen Minutes.
The Invention of a miniature Ice
machine lias caused the kings of con
gealed water to tremble In their boots,
j Mr. J. P. O'Brien is the Inventor, and
I the ice machines are to be put on the
I market in the very near future. The
; affair consists of a box about tho size
| and shape of an ordinary ice box.
Down the center of the box runs a cyl
inder for the water that Is to be turned
! to Ice, and around this cylinder are
| cells, In which are placed the chem
icals whose action freezes the water.
I On the top of the box Is a crank like
tlio handle of a street piano. This ban
. die Is connected with a shaft on which
I arc fastened fan blades. Do you want
I Ice for the day? Just till up the cylln
j fler with water, says the Inventor of the
MIXIATCr.E ICE MACniXE.
new style ico box, turn the crank foi
tifteeu minutes, giving yourself just
enough exercise to make the blood cir
culate and to sharpen an appetite foi
breakfast. The fun acts on the cliein
cms, ine eliemicais act on tlie water.
I At the end of the prescribed time take
nut your cylinder, and, presto! there
[ you have a rouud block of glistening
| ice.
I The cost of Ico produced by this
j process, it Is claimed, will be $1.40 a
| year. Tliis Is the amount the company
to be formed for the sale of the boxes
will charge for chemicals sufficient to
last a year. There is to he no other ex
pense. The freezer will contain com
partments for the storage of household
supplies that are usually kept in tlie ico
box. The freezers are to be made to
sell, at tlio household size, for sls each,
and will last for ten years, by renew
ing the chemicals once a year. These
chemicals will be furnished by tho
freezer company only. The company
will keep the freezers In order and the
chemicals in good condition.
THE MODERN WOMAN.
Versatile, Brilliant, and an Improve
ment on Her Grandmother.
"No one denies," said clever Miss 8.,
"that the nineteenth century woman is
a most agreeable creature. Dead lan
gauges and higher mathematics lmve
disciplined her mind, general culture
I embellished It. She Is versatile, bril
liant, witty, and charming, a stimulus
and a recreation to man; but lie must
at times, I think, slgli for the old type
of gentle, reposeful femininity, she who
worshiped without criticism, adored
with blind loyalty, and " "Was the
happier for her delusion," Interrupted
Mrs. X. "My dear, you needn't tell me
that my grandmother, with her four
teen children, few social advantages,
and burden of housework, hadn't an
easier time in one sense than we rest
less modern women, though we have
generally but a chick or two apiece, a
minimum of domestic care, and no end
of amusement.
"Women are naturally maternal and
domestic. I'd live to dawdle in my
nursery and cuddle my lmbles half the
day, but whenever I do I feel hanging
over me a weary rouud of social duties.
Then there are the new books and re
views and one's charity organizations
and college settlements, and it's all not
exactly frivolous, and one doesn't know
where to stop.
"There is a hubbub If one's accom
plishments are dropped after marriage,
and with the standard so high one's
voice and lingers must have profes
sional training nnd constant practice.
Then men tnlk on subjects which re
quire time and thought, one has to
know something about the Roentgen
theory, nnd Tasmania, nnd Italy's
status In the triple nllance; nnd ns for
dress, It is a flue art and takes no end
of time and thought. My husband may
Bigli for the old-fashioned, wifely type
of placid repose; I assure you I could
weep for the conditions which would
make her possible."—New York Trib
une.
Clear Case.—"Do you ride a wheel?"
nsked the eldest of the doctors on the
Insanity Commission. "Yep," answer
ed the subject. "What make?" "I
never noticed." The verdict was unani
nious—dementia.—Cincinnati Enquirer.
W There is no mystery about m
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There are several plants of the wheal I
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pear in the same fields or localities from '
f year to year indefinitely.
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L/Ure is the only positive euro known to thu
medical fraternity. Catarrh being a conetitu.
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ment. Hall's Catarrh Jure is taken internally,
acting directly on t He blood and mucus sur
taces of the system, thereby destroying the
foundation of iho disease, and giving the pa
dent strength by buildiug tip the const itution
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Hall's Family Pills are tho best.
jfnfllicted with sore eyes use I)r. Inane Thomp- '
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future hushaml or wile. Send nr.. clulo of birth.
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Our I's are just as strong as they were fifty years ago, di)
when we have cause to use them. Hut we have less and
\, / less cause to praise ourselves, since others do the praising,
|i§|) and we are more than willing for you to see us through sS|\
0 other eyes. This is how we look to S. F. Boyce, whole- ©©
sale and retail druggist, Duluth, Minn., who after a quarter (©)
of a century of observation writes:
" I have sold Ayer's Sarsaparilla for more than 25 years, \
both at wholesale and retail, and have never heard any- f \
V© thing but words of praise from my customers ; not a single
(. ) complaint has ever reached me. I believe Ayer's Sar- ©©
sapariMa to be the best blood purifier that has been intro- ©©
(V©Jj) duccd to the general public." This, from a man who has |flf|
/f'k so 'd thousands of dozens of Ayer's Sarsaparilla, is strong
\S:y testimony. But it only echoes popular sentiment the world
f|\ over, which has " Nothing but words of praise for /?£
v ) Ayer's Sarsaparilla." J
l ;'; J Any dtnibt about it > Send for the " Curtbook." ( SQ
It kills doubts and cures doubters.
Address: J. C. Ayer Co., Lowell, Mom,
l| " : '' jj
lij Why buy a newspaper unless you m]
| l can profit by the expense? For 5 |
!fi| cents you can get almost as much |iij
I "BATTLE AX" as you can of |
lij other high grade brands for 10 cents, p
l| Here's news that will repay you for |
[|l the cost of your newspaper to-day. l||
rVERY FARMER IN THE NORTH
g CAN MAKE MORE MONEY IN THE MIDDLE SOUTH.
|L_ lie ran make twice as much. Ho ran sell nls Northern farm and get twice as mf-ay acres for bia
money down bore. We sell improved farms for tfK to ©2O an acre. Plenty of railroads—four
of tbem No droughts. Neither too hot nor too cold—climate just right. Northern farmers are coming
every week. If you are nterested write for FUKE pamphlet and ask all the questions you waut to. II
ta a pleasure to us to answer them.
SOUTHERN 1IO.)! US EE K Kits' LAND COMPANY, Homerville, Tcun.
"East, West, Home is Best," if Kept Clean
With
SAPOLIO
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NOTRE DAME, INDIANA,
riaftnicfl, Letters, Mrieucr. I.nir, livil, .llr
rluiiii. nl an.l J'lloclrirnl I'liKiueeriuu.
Ilioroagh Prqtßrninrv ami rninmrrrSnl
(nurse*. students at special vwv.
Rooms Free. .r senior Year, CoH^uit*
Courses. Si. Edward's Hall, f..r bovs umier I;:,
I( > ,h Term will open September Mb,
IMK. I sent Free on application to
Very Rev. A. Alerriuey, C. S. V.. )'■ eniilenl.
METOf! tor M?
mi. AI uU
sale at s£6o,per art e and upward; suitable fori
i ofToo, liinger, Vanilla, Tobacco, Oranges,
Lentous, Rubber, etc., etc. \I i l.niNt;
FROM SHOO TO SVJOOO I'Kll AIRE
Soml lets. in stamps, tor circulars.
W. U. SLOAN Hi SON'S, Cincinnati, Ohio. |
I To salute with the left hand Js a deadly In-
Isult to Mohammedans in the cast.
To Cleanse (lie System
, Effectually, yet gently, when costive or bilious,
or when tho blood is impure or sluggish, to
permanently overcome habitual constipation,
to awaken Iho kidneys and liver to a healthy
activity, without irritating or weakening thorn,
to dispel headaches, colds or fevers, u~e Syrup
of Figs.
The vote of tho Fopulist party in New
York state at last years election was only
6,100.
Dobbins' Flontinsr-Dorax is 700 per cent, pnre
and don't turn yellow with aw. It is not an
imitation of anything, but better than any other
floating soap made. Be sure abovo name is ou
I each wrapper uud cake, lied wrappers only.
For headache, bathing behind the ears
with hot water often proves of immense
! benefit.
Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrupfor Children
teething, so/tens the guintroduces inflamma
tion, allays pain; cures wind colic. 25ca. bottle.
j Piso'H Cure is a wonderful Cough medicine*
i—Miis. W. I'ickekt, Van Sicleu and Biako
I Avcs.. Brooklyn, N. \., Oct. 20, 'Ol.
WEI I Drilling Machines
fSK.LL for any depth,
Lnre Improvement*. All Moner Mnlier*
LOOM 18 & NYM AN, Tiffin, Ohio!
PIDHSSM am * WHISKY habit cured. Book et
Wf U UIR KK. Dr. 11. M. WOOLLKT. Atlanta,Oa
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H Cest J' "UKh Syrup * Tastes Gmo-' Use
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