Take The bent when you need medicine. For blood, appetite, nerves,stomach, liver, nothing equal# Hoocf s Sarsapariila The One True Blood Purifier. Alldruggists. sl. Hood's Pills euro ull Liver Ills. 25cents. Catarrfc ou<3 ColfU KMI-votl la It tn OO Minutes. One short puff of the breath through the Blower, supplied with each bottle of Dr. Agnow's Catarrhal Powder, diffuses this Pow dor over the surface of the nasal passaaes. Painless and deliprlitful to use. It relievos In stantly ami permanently cures (Vtirrh, May Fever, Collis, Headache, Sore Throat, Ton ■illtia and Deafness. If your drueffist hasn't it In stock, ask hiui to procure it for you. Mrs. Winslow's Poothins RyrttpforOhildrcn teethinv, suftonstho yums,reduces inllumnia tion, allays paiu; cures wind colic. Hue a bottle. Ft. Vitus' Dance. One liottle Dr. Fenuer's Bpeciho cures. Circular, Fredoula, N. X. To Care Headaches. "A hot bath, a stroll in the fresh air, shampooing ilia head la weak soda water, or a timely nap hi a cool, cjuJot roont will sometimes stop a nervous headache," writes Dr. B. F. Ilcrrick, tn the Ladies' Home Journal. "When overfatigued from shopping or sight seeing a sponge dipped In very hot water and pressed repeatedly over the hack of the neck between the ears will he found exceedingly refreshing, espe cially if t lie face and temples are after ward subjected to the same treatment. Neuralgia is caused not only by cold air, hut by acidity of the stomach, starved nerves, imperfect teeth, or by Indolence combined with a too gener ous diet. Heat is the best and quickest cure -for this distressing pain. A hot flatiron, passed rapidly and deftly over several folds of flannel laid on the affected spot, will often give relief In less than ten minutes, without the aid of medicine. Hot fomentatious are of equal value; though when the skin Is very tender it Is more advisable to use dry heat, nothing being better for the purpose than bags of heated salt, flour or sand, which retain warmth for a long time. Cold water, applied by the finger lips to the nerves in front of the ear, has been known to dispel neuralgic pains like magic. When caused by acid ity a dose of charcoal or soda will usually act as a corrective. Sick head ache is accompanied tiy Dillons symp toms. and attacks usually come oa when the person is overtired or below par physically. Tills Is a disease of the first half of life, and often stops of its own accord after middle age. A care ful diet is imperative In every case, sweetmeats and pastry being especially pernicious. "Eating heartily when very tired, late dinners, eating Irregularly, Insufficient mastication or too much animal food, especially in the spring or during the hot weather, are frequent causes of in digestion, causing headaches by reflex lotion." SACKED CONFIDENCE. NO WOMAN'S LETTER PUBLISHED EXCEPT BY REQUEST. Mrs. Pinkliaiu's Tender Relations With the Suffering of Iter Sex—Women Who ( Cannot Hide Their Happiness. There is a class of women who, from their own experience, sympathize with j their suffering sisters, and in order j that such suffering may be lessened, no bly put aside false J modesty and in heartfelt gratitude publish to j f the world fa. what every /M*"\ woman y lyt wV/ elicu 1 d / Fife ■ 1 know. y \V j j and has EK|jLl I jW\ us to pub- HfS / lf\ 1i s h the i j 111 I j facts in her I lliy 11 case, other- l S I li I wise it would vw ' / ))) \ not be done, as 1 l all such evidence is treated in saered confidence, unless publication is requested by the writer. She says to Mrs. Pinkliam : —" I wish you would publish the circum stances of my case, in order that other women may be benefited by my expe rience. " 1 doctored nearly all the time for two years. I spent several hundred dollars without receiving much benefit. Last June 1 wrote to you and described all my aches and pains. Such a long list as thero was: headache, back ache, bearing-down pains, terrible soreness, constipation, dizziness, feel ing of extreme lassitude, irregularity and nausea; hut you answered my letter and told me just what to do. I followed your advice. " After taking eight bottles of the Vegetable Compound and three bot tles of Blood Purifier, I am glad to write you that I have not enjoyed such good health for years, and I am ablo to do all my own work. I can surely sound the praises of Lydia E. Pink ham's Vcgotable Compound, and a number of my friends are taking it upon my recommendation."—Mas. W. L. ELLIOTT, Liaeomb, lowa. nailir# 'Old WHISK". hahttourM. Hook UrlUlil "CO- PL P. W. WOOL cur, Atlauia.ua, SMILES AND TEARS. The smiles that light some kiadrod face, To cheer us whoa by sorrow bowed. - Aro like the glory beams that chase The darkness Irora tho summer cloud; Dear, radiant gloamings of the soul, Tho sunshine of affection's sky, They lift tho heart from grief's control And wipe the tear from sorrow's eye. | Tho tear-drops on some kindred oheok, When joy is mingled with despair, Our spirits'gloom can lift and break, And leave joy's Ught unclouded there; Can lift aud thrill the trembling heart, And soothe us in life's saddest hours, And sparkle on the soul as dear As dews that sleep on fainting flowers. Love's holy, smile and Pity's tear, Like angel footprints from the skies, They lift us o'er the mortal sphere, And give us gleams of Paradise. Ob, Smiles and Tears, by these ji'one, Bad wo no higher rapture given, The heart might hope for glory's zons— The soul might wing its way to heavont —C. D. Stuart, tn Ledger. FORTUNE. Lill [HE High street of / j Moxford was in y \. terested this June / N. day in the funeral iii&'X °t old Carmel Bat tersby, whose pio wFuS v'WI turesque bobble nud lon " i'-wLLw: V' jT j locks would never I °e ain enliven tho street. Ho had kept tho curiosity suop for about fifty years. The old spinning wheels, sparrow-logged chairs, carved oak bureaus, china, of all sorts, war medals, watches, coins, etc., would.no donbt, now go to the hammer. Mox ford would miss the attractive window of No. 59 almost as much as the quaint form of its late owner. Peter Battersby and Mrs. Peter were early on the scene, in decent black. They had oxtremoly comfortable expectations. To bo sure, for the lust ten years they had not interchanged many words with tho late Caroie],who was Peter's only brother; but as Mrs. Peter remarked when the news of her brother-in-law's death arrived, "he couldn't for shame leave his money to any one else." Young Walter Battersby, Mr. and Mis. Peter's only son, did not conceal his joy in his uncle's demise. Ho told his boon companions at the Hon and Ohiokcus that he was in ior a good thing. "Blood, you know, as tho saying is, is thicker than water," he said, as he drained his fourth pint on tho evening of his avuncular bereavement. Nor was the throe daughters of Mr. and Mrs. Peter without discroet maid enly elation. Their unolo, whilo he lived, wus such a figure that they nev er called to look at him. Besidos, he hadn't a very civil tongue; lilted to be caustic about their higb-heelod shoes and extensive bonnets and hats, and to he very rude with his inquiries why threo Mr. Bights did not press for the honor of their small gloved hands. It seemed unlikely indeed, that a Biuglo tear would he shed for tho old curiosity man. Of course, thevo was his little ser vant gill, Joau Smith. But she was only "a workhouso hussy," to borrow Mrs. Peter's elegant expression. With his usual eccentricity, old Car mel had taken a girl from the Moxford Union alter tho death of his elderly housekeeper, Mrs. lloberts. Joau was that se'vant, and she had served him truly for the last six years, being now hut twenty-two. A quiet, shrinking, dnrk-oyed little creature, who had re vered her dead muster quite utiaecoun tably, and devoted herself to him heart and baud and soul. Save for Seth Perry, who worked for the Moxford tiu plate company, she had had no one else to care for. Mr. and Mrs. Petor found No. 59 nicely prepared for the funeral. There was also a rather o'.umsy wreath of wild hyacinths and buttercups on tho coffin. "The idea of such a thing as that!" exclaimed Mrs. Peter, touching the wreath with the tip of her parasol. Joan was near at the time. She burst into tears at these words. "Please, ma'am," she said. "I should so like it to go with him. I pioked them all myself." "It shall do nothing of tho kind, then ; and your place is in tho kitchen, not in tho parlor," retorted Mrs. Peter. Joau retired, crying bitterly; snd Mrs. Peter flung the wreath into a corner. "Tho hussy ought not to he a'lowcd to leave this house, Peter," she said severely, "without being searched. The idea of her being with all these vallybles—ail alone, too." But I'etcr was not as cruel as his wife. "Cameron rays she is entirely to be trusted," he replied, "and it's ior him to act as he pleases, ho savs." Mr. Cameron was the Moxford law yer who had charge of tho old curios ity man's affairs. Two or three others now arrived, including the lawyer, Mr. Hurst, the Methodist New Connection minister, and old Craven, the silversmith. Then tho High street enjoyed its little sensation as the hearse and three coaches solemnly passed along it to tho cemetery on the hill. Joan viewed the start from the baok entry with tearful eyes. Sho was periodically oonvulsed with sobs. She watched the proeessiou as long us over she could. The void in her life was immense. So much so indeed, that even the soothing voice of .Seth Perry, who had come npon bor unawares, had no ef fect on her at first. "Never you mind, lass," said Seth "things'!! all come out right." She answered him only with tears. "Ho's boun' to ha' left you summat, Joan, my lass, to remember him by; and, whether or no, you've only to speak the word, and theer's one as 'll be proud to have you." "Seth, I can't talk with you now," she said, showing him her damp face and bright oyes. "Nor come home and take your din ner with my mother, Joan?" "No, no. I mustn't go yet. They'll turn me out soon, I know; but I must Btay till then." "Well, lass," said Seth, "you know best; but I'm fair aching for you, and this night as is I'll fetch you to home." He took her in his arms iu the pas sage, up which so mauy antique arti cles bad traveled during the last half century, and kissed her wet cheeks. "And now I mun get baok to work," he said. . .-• It was a hot day even for June, and when the funeral party re-entered the house, Mrs. Peter's face was extremely red. Hero they were met by Walter Bat tcrsby and the three girls. This was Mrs. Peter's arrangement. "The more witnesses there aro the safer it'll be," she had said, alluding, of course, to the reading of her broth er-in-law's will. "Besides," she add ed, "they may hear something nice for themselves." As far as he was concernod, how ever, young Walter had fully intended to be present, even if his I'athor and mother objected. Joan continued alone in the kitchen. The tramp of strango feet in tho room over her did but make fresh tears well up from the bountiful Bourco inside her. And so the funeral party and the others sat round old Carmel's table and waited for Mr. Cameron to begin. The lawyer did not keep them waiting. He smiled rather dryly and drew forth the paper from its official blue enve lope. Never was there, in Mrs. Petor Battersby's opinion, a more horrid and disgraceful last will and testament. Certainly, her husband was to re ceive a fourth of tho proceeds of the sale of tho deceased's goods; but what was a mere fourth? The other three-fourths wero loft— of all things—to tho Moxford Union, "to help them to train up more girls like Joan Smith." Those were tho very words. To tho three girls of Mr. and Mrs. Peter the three largest mirrors in the establishment of No. 59 wero be queathed without comment. Mr. Wal ter Battersby was not even mentioned, nor was Mrs. Peters. Mr. Cameron received a hundred pounds, and so did tho deceased's old friend, Mr. Craven. Lastly, Joan was mentioned. She was to have a year's wages, all the fur niture of her own bedroom, and tho old scrap book for which she had so often plied scissors and paste, and which contained curious items of news paper intelligence during tho lost thirty years. "There, gentleman and ladies, that is all," said Mr. Cameron; "and now you must excuse ino. I leave you with my co-trustee, Mr. Craven." "One moment, sir," interposed Mr. Peter, to whom his wife hail whispered much. "What's become of all his money in tho bank? Ho must havo had thousands." "Tho balance to his credit on May 31," answered Mr. Cameron, referring to a note, "was just £ls Bs, lOd. Alter the funeral expenses ore paid—" "What's ho dono with it?" cried Mrs. Peter, redder of face than ever. "I cannot tell you, madam. Good morning," said tho lawyer, who then wisely loft them to fight the matter out among themselves. But before he went he, with his own hands, carried to Joau in her kitchen the unwieldy old scrap book, and told her that it was her property as well as the furni ture of her room. "Come, cheer up, my girl," he said at patting. "Your master was fond of yon, and he would rather see you bright than downcast. And remem ber that I am your friend if you should happen to want one." Joan thanked Mr. Cameron, and then, having reverently kissed the old book, put it one side. Mrs. Peter, before she parted, thought well to trespass in the kitchen and say somo cruel things to Joau. But somehow the girl dicl not mind them very much now. Then Seth looked in again, and said she was to come up to his mother's that evening. If the didn't he should fetch her. And to make sure of liav iug her he curriod oil the big scrap book. Mrs. Peter Battersby did something else before she left No. 59. Together with her disappointed sou and darling Walter, she climbed the stairs to Joau's little attic, and took a hammer with her. "It's the very kind of spiteful thing he'd bo likely to do," she said, "but I'll not stand it—robbioghis ownflcßli and blood for a workhouse brat." Mr. Peter left her to her own de vices. He, Mr. Craven, and tho threo vexed (indocd, insulted) girls went away together. Tlion Mrs. Peter studiously searehod Joan's attic from wall to wall. She turned out tho girl's one tin box, looked iu the drawer of the wash stand, rippod up tho palliasse out rageously and threw tho straw all about aud treated tho bolster with equal brutality. There wos also a handsome old oak wurilrobo that would have graced even a royal bedchamber. This was for Joan's three or four poor frooks. It was quite laughable to soe how mother ami son tapped and probed this antique piece of furniture. They even knocked oil tho hend of a lion in relief at the top of it, to see if there was a secret cavity behind the head. But t'ue wardrobe taught them no more than tho palliates and tho bol ster. "Well, I'm off to the Hon and Chickens," said Walter Battorsby at length. "I'vo had enough of this." So, too, had Mrs. Poter, for thero was not nn article in tho room that sho had not thoroughly tested. Tho sun was still well above tha cemetery hill when Seth called at No. 59, in his workaday grime and his workaday grease. "Art ready, my lass?" he inquired of ,Toan. The girl began to make excuses. "It's not right, Seth, to leave the houeo with no ono in it. Ho wouldn't have liked it." she said. "It's not right, Joan, to make a promise and not keep it," retorted Seth. "Come, now, I'm not going to leave you to mopo your eyes out. Do you menu to make mo marry you?" She was persuaded with difficulty. Then it was a rovolation of charac ter to see how sho looked one door af ter another and pocketed tho different keys. "Anybody 'ud think tho things wero all youru, Joan," said Seth admir ingly. "It's the same to mo as if thev were," sho answered, with the tone of fresh tears. But Seth hurried hor off beforo she could break down again, and soon had her in the little red brick cottage ho shared with his mother. Old Mrs. Perry had, in her younger days, been a servant herself. She had a true woman's sympathy for Joan, and disoornraont enough to kuow that her son might do far worse than marry snoh a girl. It was as comfortable a meal as any in Moxford, with tho cat purring on tho hearth all time. Afterward tho talk turned solidly upon old Carmei and his singular be quests to Joan. "Tha money and tho furniture 'll ho useful to you, child," Baid old | Mrs. Perry; "but the idea of leaving you a thing like that 1" pointing to the scrap book. "I used to bo so fond of it," stam merod Joan. "The times we've sat to gether, him pasting and me cutting what he'd marked!" She rose and lifted the big book on tho table, untied its strings, and opened it. "Why, what's this?" exclaimed Seth, us a bank note for £IOO up pearod. Joan turned palo as she took it up. It was endorsed on the back : "Pay to Joan Smith and no one else." Ere they had finished looking through the book they found twenty ono other notes of exuotly the samo kind. "They aro certainly yours, my girl," said Mr. Cameron, when Joan called on him in tho morning ; "and I shall have great pleasuro in telling Mrs. Peter Battersby what has become of tho money to her brothor-in-law's credit at tho bank."—Cassoll's Satur day Journal. Tho Cars ol' Spectacles. An experienced oculist says that a great many people injure their oyo sight by uot keeping their glasses bright and highly polished. Tuoy al low dust and perspiration to accumu late upon them, then they are dim and semi-opaquo and the eyes aro strained with trying to look through them. It is not an easy matter to keep glasses in perfeot order, especially in warm weather, and just what is best to clean them with has long been an unsettled question. One man has pat himself on record as declaring that tho only cleaner ho has iound satisfac tory was a bank note of large denom ination. Whether the size of the note or the quality had to do with tho efficacy of it did not transpire. A lady has used a Japanese paper napkin with most pleasing results, and says she buys paper uapkins by the dozen and keeps them on hand for this pur pose. Another lady, who must be very particular about her glasses, keeps ou hand bits of mosquito net ting thoroughly washed and rinsed in clear water and ironed, and pro nounces them in every way better than anything else sho has over tried. Tho ordinary pocket handkerchief, being not u practical glass cleaner, those suggestions dro given for what they aro worth.—New York Ledger. An Enterprising Org.iu-Grinucr. The grinder of tho street piano is never at a loss for a new attraction. For some time a couple of little girls havo been following ono of theso mar vels of technique and dancing on tho sidewalk each time it stopped to play, but those performauoes have been eclipsed. I have seen the pianist down town lately. His partner turns the handle and ho does a song and dance; rather, a song or a dance, us the music requires. He has not a bad tenor voice and he soars way up on the small notes of "Arrahgowan, Yo're Only Fooling," then comos a quick step of some kind and ho trips the light fantastic with a trained bear like motion. "Oh, Don't You Re member Sweet Aline, Ben Bolt,"comes in somewhere, and he siußs it with a trill or two in effective places. He succeeds in drawing a crowd, and be tween tho tunes he passes his hat. Albany (N. Y.) Journal. Irving's Wigs. Shortly before r Henry Irving went to America he exhibited tho wig ho woro when ho played Bill Sykos, a I wretohod thing with broken springs, imitution hair und budly made. It was ' mado thirty years ago. The hair alone j of his now Macbeth wig is worth sls. . Glarkson, the famous Eoglish theatri- 1 cal wigmaker, says that for Sir Henry's recent American tour ho supplied no loss than 1100 wigs. The wig which Mr. Treo prooured for his Svengali iu "Trilby" cost SSO. The dearest wig CUrkson ever made cost S2OO, HIDE AND SEEK AT SEA. Torpedo-Boat Practice with the Great j White Craiacrs. Mr. Ernest lugersoll describes "The Tricks of Torpedo Boats" in St. Nich olas. After telling what the boats are like and what they can accomplish, Mr. Ingersoll says: But to insure all these line results, both officers and men must be taught how to mauage and maneuver them to best advantage, as well as how to discharge the torpedoes they carry. Constant drilling is neces sary; and lately one of these boats in our navy, the "Cushing" (so suitably named after the young hero of the civil war who destroyed the rebel ram "Al bemarle" by means of a rude torpedo boat—one of the first actually used) has been attached to the naval station at Newport, Rhode Island, in order to carry on litis practice. One set of offi cers and men after another is instruct ed in handling her, and in the making and firing of iter torpedoes; and they have plenty of fun along with the schooling. The headquarters 0/ this work is Goat Island, which separates Newport har bor front the outer waters of Narra gansett Bay. There is a serchlight which cam mauds the harbor entrances and a wide circle of tlte hay. .One or more war ships aire always there. Those search lights also can be swung in any direc tion. Yet the Cushing arrived one night and first announced herself by sudden ly blowing her whistle within pistol shot of the inner wharf of the island— and it was not a dark niglit, cither. A few- afternoons later she went down the bay, and challenged every eye to be alert to see her return in the evening. It was bright moonlight—a time In which no such boat would attempt a serious attack—yet Lieutenant Fletch er, the Cushing's commander, crept within a third of a mile of the shore before he was delected. It would havo pleased you to see her that night, as she came plainly into view—a long, low streak gilding silently and swiftly athwart the mootlit sea, rolling a sil very furrow back from her plow-like bow, and seeming more like some great fish with Its back fins out of water than any sort of steamship. But It is on datk and stormy nights that the practice becomes exciting. Groups of officers stand upon the ram part of Fort Wolcott, or upon the bridge of each monitor or cruiser, and strain eyes and ears to obtain some inkling of the torpedo-boat's presence, the long white beam of the electric searchlight sweeping right and left, up and down, and every man gazing along the path it illuminates for some glimpse of the lit tle enemy. A swing of the beam south ward brings out the grim walls and numerous cannon of Fort Adams, and shows every yacht and fishing-boat at anchor inside of Brenton's Point. The main channel, the Dumplings, the far away shore of Conanicut Island, Rose Island nuil its mined old fortifications, the upper bay dotted with lazy sloops and schooners slipping down with the tide, are revealed one after another, as the powerful rays are turned slowly westward and northward until at last they are shining again in the Naval War College and Training School, and an the clustered shipping and wharves af the picturesque old town. Look Out tor the Voice. You often hear boys and girls ny words when they are vexed that sound s if made up of a snarl, 11 whine and a bark. Such a voice often expresses more than the heart feels. Often even in mirth oue gets n voice or tone that is sharp, and it sticks to him through life. Such persons get a sharp voice for homo use and keep their best voice for those they meet elsewhere. I say to all boys and girls. "T'se your guest voice at home. Watch It day by day as a pearl of great price, for it will lie worth more to you than the best pearl in the sea. A kind voice Is a lark's song to a heart and home. Train it to sweet tones now and it will keep in tune through life." Unconscious Humor. It is not always safe to resort to set phrases when wishing to compliment. A story is told of a certain lawyer, extremely studious, but in conversation notoriously dull, who was showing off bis newly built house. The bookworm prided himself especially on a sanctum lie had contrived for his own use, so secluded from the rest of the building that he could pore over his books in pri vate, quite secure from disturbance. "And this is capital," exclaimed the visitor, with unconscious irony. "You can -end and study here all day, and no human being be one bit the wiser." 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