First Last and always advertised as a true blood purl, fler, the most wonderful cures on recon' an made and the greatest sales are won bj Hood's Sarsaparilla Hood's Pills cure all liver Ills, biliousness. IN A GOLDEN VASE Rest the Hcarta of the Royal Haps burgs of Austria. A curious custom has been followed by the members of the Austrian house of Hapsburg for many centuries. It Is . . . that of having their hearts cut out after death and each one ftm.\ ,"t Inclosed In a reeep- GNr n tac ' e by Itself, iff Wutflß •%} Knowledge of this \\\ ancient custom re cently came to light W\ ' n V ennn - by a ce il \\ J u P ort that <he ' ate JL Carl Ludwlg, heir to the Austrian I throne, forbade the removalofhia A HAPSDURQ The report caused quite a sensation. The custom dates back to the thir teenth century, when Francis, Duke of Aargau, dying away from home, di rected that his heart be cut from his body and sent bnck to his native land. Since then every Hapsburg has had his or her heart removed and burled apart from the body In a gold and crystal vase. Tills custom has prevailed up to the time of Cnrl Ludwlg's death. In the Capucine Chapel in Vienna, placed in a vault beneath the ground, there are 113 coffins, containing all that re mains of the royal Hapoburgs, who have ruled over the destinies of Austria. There are also 152 vases of crystal mounted in gold, each containing the heart of one of these rulers and of oth ers whose bodies rest elsewhere SOMEBODY'S ABSENT DARLING. Where Wandering Willie Is To-Night —According to Him. Dear Father: Have been unable to write lately, as have spent must of my time In wheeling. Have succeeded In making a very fast record for myself and am now doing great time. The ma chine I have been using Is one of tbo old-fashioned kind, rather heavy, with nou-detaclinble chain nnd ball bearing. Notwithstanding this, I expect to lend all competitors In the go-as-you-please race to-night and get way easy. Your affectionate son, JIXIMY. —New York World. Wellington Hated Flattery. As the duke of Wellington was stand ing one day opposite his house lu Picca dilly, waiting an opportunity to cross the street, an entire stranger to him of fered his arm to the duke to assist him In crossing. Although Wellington hated t assistance of nuy kind, he accepted the stranger's arm, and the latter, having secured a passage by signing to the drivers of the vehicles to stop, conduct ed the great man In safety across the street. "I thank you, sir," said the duke, releasing his arm and proceed ing to his house door. But the stranger, Instead of moving off, raised his hat and delivered himself to the following effect: "Your grace, I have passed a long and not uneventful life, but never did I hope to reach the day when I might be of the slightest assistance to the greatest man that ever lived." "Don't be a damned fool!" responded the duke, and turned on his heel. MY SICK SISTERS. " I want to tell you what Lydia E. Pinkham'a Vegetable Compound has done for me. For twenty years I had Buffered with loss of appetite, nausea, constipation, palpi jh tation of the heart, head-and Vegetable Compound. I have taken four bottles, and now those troubles are cured. 44 1 cannot praise it enough, and our druggist says the medicine is doing a world of good among his customers. n —BELLE S. THOMPSON, New Bedford, Mass. nay. ask no vow. Nay, ask no vow, dear hear! Too ligntly slips The word "forever" from oureareless lips. ZWe pledge eternity—who in one day, Forgotten, silence, mingle clay with clay! How do you know your eyes will always shine With that glad welcome when they meet with mine? How dare I say this heart for aye will swell To answer yours—knowing its frailty well? To-day sees plighted troth and clasping hands; To-morrow, shattered faith and broken bands. Oh, pitiful for mortal lips to sw ear! More fitting this: unceasing fervent prayer That our love's flower, escaping frost and blight, May bloom immortal, as we hope to-night! —Catharine Young Glen, in Century. ANGELINAS "BEQUEATH." BY ANNIE HAMILTON DONNELL. -y r IN'X it good? Take / /y\ the north side of // \ \ our well, an' I II \ \ guess you won't I/.L \.\ beat it for coldness /,] i .'\ an' relish any 'l\ w^eres ' Q this 1 country. No, this I ain't the poor it bouse that is to iSpA I say, not exactly, though it's kind of a blood relation to it- Jothaui an' I 1' take the town \ paupers to board. ™ We've done it so constant now that it's give us the name of fcein' the poor house, an' it's a real cross to me. Won't you take another glass?" She was tall and plump and com fortable looking. Her calico sleeves, rolled high, revealed a distinct divid ing line between the fairness of the upper arm and the tanned skin below. Evidently she had inauy a time dug the potatoes for her pot with her own stout hands. She nodded toward the shady doorsteps. "Set down," she urged cordially. "You look real tuckered out. Ain't it hard work turning them cranks up hill an' down a hot day like this?" The stranger laughed with easy good humor. He looked up the long dusty road, peering from under his hand. It stretched away blank and lonesome-looking, and he turned back toward the pleasant, vine protected steps relieved. "I will sit down and rest a bit," he said. "The other fellows aro not in sight. I took a spurt on ahead and left them loafing under a tree. You don't mind my resting my wheel hero across your poppies? It won't touch 'em." "Bless you, no! But I guess it'll bo a new experience to the poppies. Bisickles are scarce around here, about as scarce as paupers are." They Bat down together, and Sirs. Jotham took up her berry-pan again. The stranger, with his hands clasped around one knee, tilted back and forth gently* "Scarce, are they, round here?" he said. "That's a good sign." "Not for me an' Jotham, it ain't. Yes, they're dreadful scarce this sea sou. Since old Unole Elnathan died an' Mis' Parkman got married, an' Hester Ann fell heir to her uncle's plaoo an' live stock, we've run real low of paupers—only her, an' she don't know she's a pauper." Mrs. Jotham's berry-reddened finger pointed out a slender neat little old lady sitting in the front yard in a high baoked rooking-ohair and knitting something white and soft. She held her stately little white-capped head high and there were indefinable tokens of gentle refinement about her every where—in her slender fingers, her laces at throat and wrists and the poise of her little Bhapely head. She nodded drowsily over her knitting. "She don't know it," Mrs. Jotham said with a little laugh that had an echo of good-hearted compassion in it. The implied tenderness of the laugh, nnd the odd contrast of it with the bluff, unsentimental general as pect .of Mrs. Jotham, made the stranger on the lower step glance up surprised. "She doesn't know it?" he queried. "No. Bless you, she ain't so much as a suspicion. You see, she's only been here a short spell, since the other paupers went away—all except Uncle Elnathan, an' she thought he was a hand to help Jotham do the chores. Jotham an' me's kind of hired hands too, only a remove or two higher up than poor CJncle Elnathan, she thinks." The stranger drew in his breath in a subdued whistle. He shifted his position a little to get a better view of the little old gentiewomau through the whitewashed pickets of the front yard fence. She had let the knitting slip out of her fingers, and her head lay over on one shoulder. "Tell me the rest of it,"the stranger said. Mrs, Jotham dropped the last berry into her yellow nuppy and got up clumsily. "You wait till I get these berries set away down sullar,"she said. "Mis' Angeline's real particular to have me set 'em down in the cool an' in the dark." "Mis' Angelina?" "Her." Mrs. Jotham nodded across the feuco pickets. "Mis' Angeline Eairbrothors. She was a Peterson from over Bickford way. Married Simeon Fairbrothers's oldostson. She's dreadful particular with me some days." Mrs. Jotham sighed. The sigh echoed back from her retreating form as she took the berries into the house. Presently she oame back. She had a bowl of salt and a little wire strainer. "She wants I should always sift the salt," she said explanatorily. "She won't eat a mite of salt that ain't sifted. It takes quite a good deal of time to sift it." "A pauper? Did you say Bhe was a pauper?" "Bless you, yes! She ain't got a red cent in the world, but she don't know it." "Do you always sift salt for your paupers?" The Btranger's hands un clasped and his leg fell limply. He looked up at Mrs. Jotham in un feigned amazement. "Bless you, no I But I humor her. Jotham sort of scolds me for it, but bis scoldin's ain't only skin-deep. He humors her, too. He stan's a.dread ful lot of orderin' an' geein' round to humor her, an' Jotkam'B a real inde pendent man, too. He's dreadful proud of ownin' this place an' keepin' it up so nice an' neat. Mis' Angeline tries him a good (leal. Her notions of farmin' don't just match Jotham'o, an' she makes it real kind of embarras sin' sometimes. "Generally Jotham can get along all right without lettin' Mis' Angeline know about everything. But I've known Jotham to swaller some dread ful big farmin' pills for Miss Angeline. He planted the medder-patch to corn this year, when he was all planned to sow it to oats an' lay it down next season, jest to humor her. An' he fenced in the new pasture with rails when ho wanted to make a barb-wire fence. He done that to humor Mis' Angeline. Jo tham's bark's a good deal worse'n his bite. Mrs. Jotham plunged the sifter into the bowl and held it over the blue-edged platter on her knee. The stranger watched the tine snow gather in a little drift under the sifter. He waited impatiently for the rest of the story. ' '.She was brought here to board— the town brought her—an' it pretty near broke her heart. She's real proud feelin'. She thought 'twould kill her to go to the poor house, an' it almost did. She took on so an' grieved so it sent her into a fever an' she most died of it. When she come out at last shojwarn'i just herself." Mrs. Jotham laid down the wire strainer to touch her own forehead with explanatory Bignifioance. The stranger bowed silently his recogni tion of the explanation. "She come to thinkin' she owned this place, every stick an' stone on it, an' mo an' Jotham was runnin' it for her—hired out to her, you know. She's thought so over since. We ain't had the heart to undeceive her, poor soul! We'd ruther stau' a little or deriu' an' geein'. She's real happy an' contented, an' she don't mean to be too particular with us. It's only speoial particular days she has—to day's one—when it's kind of cmbar lassin' for me an' for Jotham." The bees buzzed round the salt bowl in evident anticipation of finding it sugar. The stranger watched a growing dust cloud down the road materialize into a farm wagon, Mat tering past. He turned back to Mrs. Jotham in undisguised relief. "Tell me the rest of it," he said again. Up across the field toward the house Jotham was walking wearily. He came out and sat down on the lower step, too, nodding sociably to the stranger. Mrs, Jotham glanoed up frombei sift ing. "Tuckered out, Jotham?" she said. "Yes, I be; all creation tuckered 1" "You got the dreen laid yet?" Jotham shook his head dejectedly. He followed his wife's glances aoross the fence to Mis' Angeline's, involun tarily. She was still dozing, and a beam of sunlight had crept through the synnga leaves and played over her cheek. It oast ftttle quivering shadows of the leaves. Jotham looked back, up at his wife, and their eyes met. "Well, that dreen's a good thing, Hannah," ho said reflectively. "It's a good thing. Mis' Angeline done us a good turn that time, orderip." Another dust cloud rose at the road's vanishing point, and the stran ger eyed it with increasing suspicion. It took on greater proportions and shot suddenly into a reality of two men pedaling something along on their wheels. The stranger got up. "I'm much obliged," he said. "I've been a good deal interested in your boarder over there. Is there any more to the story?" "There ain't any more to it," Mrs. Jothan said simply. With a few more polite words the stranger mounted his machine and went to meet his friends. He lifted his straw hat to Mis' Ange line as he passed by her, though she did not look up to notice the salute. "Now, warn't that nice iu him, Jo tham," Mrs. Jotham murmured ap preciatively, "takin' all that pains to please her? Some folks has plenty ol the juice of humau kindness in 'em, and some is all dried up. That young man's one of the juicy kind." They watched the bicycles glide away out of sight, and then Mrs. Jotham went in to get Mis' Angeline's tea. It was two summers afterward that tho same stranger asked for a drink of water again at Mrs. Jotham's door. He had noticed that there was no lit tle, prim old lady sitting beside the syringas in the front yard. The whole story came back to him at sight of the house, and he was wondering where she was. "Is Mis' Angeline sick?" he in quired, the minute the door opened and Mrs. Jotham stood in it. She looked at him in blank surprise. Then her eyes caught the sun's glint on his wheel, and she remembered. "0, it's you!" she said, re lieved. "You ain't forgot the water out o' the north side of our well, have you? It uiu't the kind of water to forget! I tell Jotham—" "Is Mis' Angeline sick?" the strang er persisted, interrupting her gently. "Mis' Angeline's dead." Mrs. Jo tham's rugged face suddenly softened. Its lines melted imperceptibly and the network of langhing wrinkleß round her eyes melted, too. "Mis' Angeline's dead," she re peated, quietly. "Won't you set down?" "Tell me the rest of it," the strang er said, dropping at her feet, on the lower step. "She's dead, that's about all there is. She kep' a failin' right along last fall an' winter, an' come March, there warn't nothin' left of her soaroely but her shadder. She died the thir teenth." Mrs. Jotham looked over the strang er's head, away into the field wher two or three new pauper recruits were helping Jotham staok up hay. She did not speak for a while; then she said: "At a quarter to five in the mornin'. She went real easy an' happy. Along about the middle or last of Feb'uary she was dreadful upset over makin' her will." "Her will?" "Yes, it seemed to upset her a sight. She didn't breathe real easy till 'twas all over with. She kep' at Jotham till he hitched up an' fetched over Lawyer Higginbotham from Forks Village, nn'ho fixed it up for her, jest to suit. He put in all the 'whereases' an' 'aforesaids,' too. Mis' Angelina was dreadful pleased. You see, Law yer Higginbotham understood how 'twas." Mrs. Jotham tuuohed her fore head in unconscious explanation of how it was with Mis' Angeline. "After the will was made she failed up fast, and breathed her last the 13th of Maroh, at a quarter to five." During the pause ensuing the bees buzzed insistently among the syr inges, and the voices of Jotham and the paupers drifted over to them soft ened and mellow. The stranger an tilted his machine from its resting plaoe against the house and stood leaning on its saddle. "It must be a relief to yon," he said, "not being ordered around in your own house." Mrs. Jotham's plump figure straight ened and she spoke with unconsoious dignity. "We miss Mis' Angeline a slight, Jotham an' me," she answered. "I guess she liked us; we laid out to use her well. We humored her some." A mist of sunshine, driting through the mesh of thiok-laoed leaves over head, alighted gently on Mrs. Joth am's tight, faded hair. Somehow it did not look out of plaoe tofthe (stranger, crowning, though it did, her sallow, unbeautifnl face, and contrasting with it oddly. "Mis' Angelina left a bequeath," she went on soberly. "She left Jotham an' me the place—the farm an' live stock an' all. She made Jotham her administer."—American Agri culturist. India's Hoard of Specie. For a long period of years India has been characterized as a "sink hole" of the precious metals, or, in other words, there has been for many years a continuous flow of the preoious metals—gold and silver—into India, where they have to a large extent dis appeared, undoubtedly by burial un der ground for the purpose of hoard ing and concealment. The motive for this under the Mogul and native rulers was unquestionably to escape direot plunder or confiscation; but under British rule these hoards, amounting unquestionably to many hundreds of millions, are not taxed, mainly by reason of their inaccessi bility, and partly by the recognized policy of the Government to avoid di rect taxation of active capital, and en courage, by making safe its employ ment, the tendency of these buried treasures to come to light and enter into the ohannels of trade. And that this policy has been a wise one is shown by the fact that within recent yeurs there has been an increasing dis position on the part of the Indian owners of concealed treasures—espe cially the Indian princes or rajahs—to withdraw them from their hoarding places and invest them in Government bonds or other dosirablo interest bearing securities; and in this way a very great addition to the world's ac tive stock, the money metals, may bo anticipated in the perhaps not distant future.—Appleton's Popular Science Monthly. Preserving Flowers. A florist of many years' experience givos the following receipt for pre serving bouquets: When you receive a bouquet sprinkle it lightly with fresh water; then put it into a vessol con taining some soapsods. which nourish the roots and keep the flowers as bright as new. Take the bouquet out of the suds every morning, and lay it side ways in fresh water, the stock enter ing first into the water; keep it there a minute or two, then take it out and sprinklo the flowers lightly by tha hand with pure water. Replace the bouquet in the soapsuds, and the flow ers will bloom as fresh as when first gathered. The soapsuds need to be changed every third day. By observ ing those rules, a bouquet can be kept bright and beautiful for at least one month, and will last still longer in a very passable state, but the attention to the fair and frail creatures, as directed above, must be strictly ob served. llursfs That Take Frequent Bat!i9. The horses which aro used on the Kennebec ice fields aro so acoustomed to dropping through the ice that they don't seem to mind it. They nra yanked out a little roughly, to be sure, but they take their medicine like the chickens belonging to the family that was constantly moving which, every time they saw a covered cart stop in front of their house, would turn on their backs and stick their logs into the air to be tied together, ready for transportation. —Portland (Mo.) Press. A bay's first teeth are the central ln- ( eisors, and appear from the fifth to the eighth month. Five grains of pure boric acid, dis solved in one pint of hot water form an excellent wash. Lozenges made of glycerine and Jujube paste are a beneficial allovlant tor a dry throat at night. Muscular rheumatism often yields to doses of salol and phenacetlne. five grains of each drug every three hours. Equal parts of powdered camphor, borax and salt, used as n snuff, will lie found to be a good remedy for a cold In the head. Fennel tea, a simple but effective remedy for colic, is made by infusing two drams of the seed in a pint of boil ing water. This remedy for frost-bitten feet is worth saving: Pure carbolic acid, one half dram; tannin, one-half dram; tinc ture of iodine, thirty drops; simple cerate, two ounces. Apply twice a day. When persons addicted to the use of ardent spirits feci the need of a stimu lant, its place may be taken with a dose of concentrated tincture of com mon oats, fifteen to thirty drops in hot water. Where limbs become badly chafed, sore, itchy, and rough, frequent appli cations of an ointment composed of two drams of tar ointment, one dram of oxide of zinc and one ounce of cold cream will be found soothing and heal ing. The preparation known as "mustard liniment" Is composed of one dram of oil of mustard, two drams of gum camphor, one-half ounce of castor oil, and four ounces of alcohol. Dissolve the camphor In the alcohol, and then add the other ingredients- Acute bronchitis will sometimes yield to the following treatment: Hub the chest with warm camphorated oil, and cover it with a piece of flannel. Take one teaspoonful every three hours of a mixture consisting of two drams of fluid extract of cubebs, two drams of brown muriate of ammonia, two drams of mixture and enough s.vrup of wild cherry bark to make four ounces. The gross blunders about the United States and Its people, once so common in even the best-informed English newspapers, are rarely met with nowa days. Once In awhile we hear some i thing about the "State of Albany" and occasionally that the Indian savages threaten Chicago, but as a rule Eng lish editors avoid serious errors, though they sometimes make laughable ones. Of tills latter character is the follow ing which we clip from the last num ber of the Westminster Gazette. It certainly ought to have a startling ef fect wherever it Is read: A COLONY OF TIPPLERS. One of the most curious colonies that have ever been established on the American continent is, we learn from the London American, about to settle in North Dakota. It is a colony of drunkards:. Twenty-one drunkards and their families are about to move from Indiana to take up their abode upon the virgin soil of North Dakota. They say they will establish a "model drunkard colony." Already they have purchased 2,000 acres of land, and each family will receive an allotment of about fifty acres. The colony will be watched with much Interest. It begins operations tilts month. Very likely all the colonists will want to start saloons, and then the question arises, who will be ready to till the soil? We fancy we can see John Bull ele vating ills eyebrows nt tills paragraph and exclaiming: "What a very remark able people!" The Joke, if there Is one in this amusing Mistake, is on our es teemed fellow citizens the Dunkards, who are neither tipplers nor drinkers, and look not upon the wine when it is red. A colony of Dunkards from In diana have recently established them *lves in North Dakota, a fact that was stated a month or two ago. It was the misreading of tills piece of news by our English contemporary that made them out to be a "colony of tipplers." They are, In fact, a religious sect of German origin anil are nicknamed Dun kers or Tunkers —"dippers"—because of their mode of baptism. They call them selves "The Brethren." I"¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥K There is no mystery about \ \ Sunlight! Soap I it is simply a clear, pure, honest ] [ soap for laundry and household J L use, made by the most approved J I S. processes, and being the best, it H X. lias the largest sale in the world, j I {B. It is made in a twin bar for con- J E X venience sake. j E £ This shows 3 I ■ Twin Har j £ Use^F^T ' l f 5 The Twh Benefits t \ \ m Less labor 1 r 2* few Bros.. Ltd.,'. Greater comfort S Hudson & Harrison Sta., New York. 'J. M¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥*¥¥¥¥S Perennial Wheat Plants. f ' There are several plants of the wheal family which are perennial, and reap pear In the same fields or localities from ' year to year Indefinitely. •100 Reward. SIOO. The readers of this paper will be pleased to learn that there is at least one dreaded disease that science has been able to care in all its ; ■tages, and that is Catarrh. Hall's Catarrh Cure is the only positive enre known to the medical fraternity. Catarrh being a constitu. clonal disease, requires a constitutional treat* I ment. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally, tctlng directly on the blood and mucous snr* i .aces of the system, thereby destroying the oundation of the disease, and giving the pa dent strength by building up the constitution 1 snd assisting nature in doing its work. The proprietors have so much faith in its curative powers that they offer One Hundred Dollars .or any case that it falls to core. Send for list )f testimonials. Address F. J. Chbnky & Co., Toledo, O. Sold bv Druggists, 75c. Hall's Family Pills are the best. If afflicted with sore eyes use Dr. Isaac Thomp son's Eye-water. Druggists sell at 25c per bottle TELLS TOUR FORTUNE, with picture of voui future husband or wife, bend 10c., date of birth. ASTROLOGER, Box 1772, Boston, Mass. St. Titus* Dance. One bottle Dr. Fenntr's Specific cures. Circular. Fredonla, N. Y. I Our I s and Other Eyes. § sip' Our I's are just as strong as they were fifty years ago, ||g| when we have cause to use them. But we have less and less cause to praise ourselves, since others do the praising, wßr (jM) and we are more than willing for you to see us through jjgf other eyes. This is how we look to S. F. Boyce, whole- jStr' (§§§ sale and retail druggist, Duluth, Minn., who after a quarter pSm of a century of observation writes: JsT l!|jP " I have sold Ayer's Sarsaparilla for more than 25 years, Cilpv both at wholesale and retail, and have never heard any- Jflv thing but words of praise from my customers ; not a single \lgj/ complaint has ever reached me. I believe Ayer's Sar saparilla to be the best blood purifier that has been intro- j-gr mm duced to the general public." This, from a man who has (MJ .ps. sold thousands of dozens of Ayer's Sarsaparilla, is strong jET testimony. But it only echoes popular sentiment the world (Mm over, which has " Nothing but words of praise for /S. \jp Ayer's Sarsaparilla." C : ) Any doubt about it ? Send for the " Curebook.— t It kills doubts and cures doubters. Address: J. C. Ayer Co., Lowell, Mass. m I II "It's a Good Thing. Push it Along." "[| I I fi I Why buy a newspaper unless you hi; P. can profit by the expense? For s|| ifij cents you can get almost as much |ip I "BATTLE AX" as you can of I til other high grade brands for 10 cents, p | E Here's news that will repay you for || |ij the cost of your newspaper to-day. l|j EVERY FARMER IN THE NORTH CAN MAKE MORE MONEY IN THE MIDDLE SOUTH. He can make twice as mnch. He can sell his Northern farm and get twice as many acres for hi* money down here. We sell improved farms for to S2O iin sere, l'leiity of railroads—four of them No droughts. Neither too hot nor too oold—clhuate Just right. Northern farmers are omin/f every week. If you are jiterested write for FREE pamphlet and ask all the questions you want to, U la a pleasure to us to answer them. SOUTHERN HOMESEEKJBRS* LAND COMPANY, Somervillc, Teun. "East, West, Home is Best," if Kept Clean With _ SAPOLIO THE UNIVERSITY OFIiOTRE DAME NOTRE DAME, INDIANA, rififlftir*, Letters, Science, l.nw•, Civil# Me rliiiiii. nl ami Electrical EiiKiiieeriiiß. Tlioronuji I'rrpn rniory and < oiiimercial Course*. Ecclesiastical students at special rates. It on in Free. Junior or Senior Year. Collegiate Courses. St. Edward's Hall, for boys under 13. Tbe HVkth Term will open September Sth, 1 HJItJ. < 'at a log uen sent Free on application to Very Rev. A. Morrissey, t'. S. C\, President* B BIT \M I For a full description of mJILi VI9 H l H * ACRES OF Bsflr A I Bell lan,) for rpnt ,it :$5 rt avil. gh 1 WW per acre and upward, or for sale at s2.so,per acre and upward; suitable for Coffee, (linger. Vanilla, Tobacco, oranges. Lemons, Rubber, etc., etc. YIELDING FROM IMitiU TO 52.000 I'KK ACRE Send ots. in stamps, b*r circulars. XV. 11. SLOAN & SONS, Cincinnati, Ohio. j f To salute with the left hand is a deadly la I suit to Mohammedans in the east. To Cleanse the System I Effectually, yet gently, when costive or bilious, or when the blood is impure or sluggish, to permanently overoome habitual constipation, to awaken the kidneys and liver to a healthy j activity, without irritating or weakening them | to dispel headaches, fevers, use Syrup I of Figs. I The vote of the Populist party in New York state at last years election was only 6,900. Dobbins' Floatlnr-Berax Is 100 per cent, pw* and don't turn yellow with age. It ia not en imitation of anything, but hotter than any othss floating soap mode. Be sure above name is on each wrapper and cake. Red wrappers only. For headache, bathing behind the ears with hot water often proves of immense benefit. Mrs. Winslow'sSoothing SyrupforChildren teething, softens the gums,reduces inflamma tion, allays puiu; cures wind colic. 25c a bottle. Piso's Cure is a wonderful Cough medicine' —Mas. W. I'ickeut, Van Siclen and Blake Aves., Brooklyn, N. V., Oct. 20, '94. WU I Drilling Machines VVLLL for any depth. F.nte I mprovenient*. All Moner .linker* LOOMIS &. NYMAN, Tiffin, Ohio. HDIIiU nnt! WHISKY habit cured. Book sent Ulr lUITJ FREE. Dr. B. M. WOOLLBY, Atluuta.Qa. P N U 34
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