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Sharply to the condition of your blood. At
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Thoro are suddon changes in temperature}
fogs and dampness, chilly nights, lowering
olouds, drenching rains. These sudden
changes bring on colds, fevers, pneumonia,
bronchitis and other ailments. Keep the
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Hood's Pills
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On one of the coral reefs ott the Mar
shall group, far away iu the South Pa
cific, there rests a large railway trans
fer barge, which was carried by winds
and currents from some point on the
California coast to Its present resting
plaee. Its ownership, home port nnd
the date of its loss are unknown. John
Crowley, mate of tho missionary brig
Morning Star, saw the barge. Speak
ing about it recently, he said: "We ran
Into the Marshall group in September
last lu the course of our tour through
the Islands, and our Intention was at
tracted to this huge barge resting on a
reef. I made a careful examination of
It, but the only marks of Identification
on it were the word Transfer' and
the abbreviation 'Gal.' The rest of the
name and the port had been obliterated.
"There were narrow gauge tracks OD
It, nnd a couple of big cranes still In
tact and very well preserved. The
barge itself was pretty badly weather
beaten, but It was still In very good
condition. It was about 150 feet long,
built of heavy timbers. The bottom
had been copper covered, but the na
tives had stripped that off. They had
made an attempt to break the craft up,
too, but that was beyond their power,
"The experiences of that barge would
be bard to conjecture. It may have
drifted tho 4,000 odd miles which di
vide our coast and the Marshalls In
a vevy short spnee of time, or It might
have taken a remarkably long period."
Inquiry among shipping men ns to
the identity of the strange craft failed
to throw any light upon tho subject.
There Is no record of the loss of any
such barge, nnd the general Impression
Is that It was probably swept awny
from one of the lower coast ports by
a storm, nnd carried out to sea, to be
guided by wind and sen to the Mar
shalls.—San Francisco Chronicle.
It hurts your footings for people to
say that you are fickle, but you bet
you are.
Every man claims to read both sides,
but no man does.
TIRED SALESWOMEN.
EMPLOYERS SHOULD BE MORE
CONSIDERATE.
Interesting Statement by a Young Lady
In Brooklyn.
IL\ tho vast retail establishments of
large cities, many women are em
ployed as saleswomen.
Men formerly held the positions thai
now hold, % -■-. I! \ SB
and while •/j V | HBff
women'sor- / \ -jttt
gun ism is / / , \
less strong j j /Viff
than men's [ *W
they are expected to do * f
the same work. Their duties
compel them to be on their feet from
morning to night, and mauy of them,
in a short time, contract these dis
tressing complaints called " female
diseases."
Then occur irregularities, suppressed
or painful menstruation, weakness,
indigestion, leucorrlicea, general de
bility and nervous prostration.
They are beset with such symptoms
as dizziness, faintness, lassitude, ex
citability, irritability, nervousness,
sleeplessness, melancholy, '•all-gone"
and " want-to-be-left-alono " feelings,
blues and hopelessness.
In such cases there is one tried and
true remedy. Lydia 11. Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound at once removes
such troubles. The following is a
sample:
"My dear Mrs. Piukham:—After
writing you, and before your answer
came, I was too miserable to go to tho
store, and so lost ray position. That
was five weeks ago. I am now back
again in my old place, and never felt
so well in all my life. The hear
ing-down pains and whites have left
me, and I am not a bit r.ervous or
blue. Life looks brighter to me. I
don't get tired, my temper is real
sweet, and I could scream right out
\i\ n > n '
my position should know of your won
derful remedy. I never saw you, Lut
I love you for being so good to me."—
\V. Otli Ave., Brooklyn, N. V.
7-IVING,
We only live once; and death's terrors
With life's bowers and rose 3 entwine,
And our lives would be darkened by errors
Did we even,' Jke cats, possess nine!
They would be, perhaps, all of them wasted,
And recklessly squandered away,
And not half of tho jovs would be tastei
That one life can embrace in a lay.
Let the lives that we live be worth living,
Let the days that wo spend be woll spont| j
Lot U9 save for the pleasure of giving,
And not borrownt fifty per cent.;
Let us nover cease loving and learning,
And use life for its noblest ends;
Thou when dust to dust is returning,
We shall live in tho hearts of our frendp.
MY CHUM KATE.
| IHAT was my por
\S" f—"\J trait, without a
' . . I doubt of it. Why
jS N. should Miriam
r . S \- Mowbray have
been BO absorbed
*s£'g|; ' n 't' Why should
she have been so
startled on deteot
ing my presence in
• rfeSl the library?
And then a de
light%l, blijsfal Seeling shot through
me. I staggered for * moment like
ono intoxicated—intoxicated with my
own happinets. I said to myself a
few minutes sinco that if I could but
detect the portrait on which Miriam's
attention had been fixed I would bo
master of her seoret.
Was that so? I had found tho por
trait. Had it really made me tho
master of her seoret?
I panted as I put to myself the ques
tion, anil drew a deep breath. Then
I strove to answer it with other ques
tions. Tho master of her tecret! Was
that eceret love and was it lovo for
me?
Yes, I folt sure of it. What other
answer could thero be? She had loved
me all along. She had "let conceal
ment, like a worm in tho bud, feed on
her damask cheek." I was iu tho
seventh heaven of delight. Mine,
after all, would bo the privilege of
breathing that potent word which
would start my Gulateu into life.
I descended to the drawing room
and found that not only had tho argu
ment ended, but that irascible old
Mowbray lmd departed—and, of
course, Miriam had departed with
him.
"Tho old bear!" I exclaimed.
"That's tho arimal he is, nnd not an
artichoke. He would be a libel on the
vegetable kiugdom ! By Jove, Miriam
must have a lively time of it, ono way
or tho other. I must chaugo all that
by nnd by."
I was already beginning to regard
her ns my wife, and was mentally en
gaged in the prospective duty of clip
ping my father-in-law's wings, when a
baud was softly thrust into my nrm,
and, waking from my dream, I eaw
the bright eyes of Kate looking up
into mine. They were usually dancing
with a mischievous light, but they
were serious now.
"Well, Bob," she asked, "how did
you get on? Have you Baid anything
to Miriam? You have given mo the
right to ask you, you know."
"To tell (he truth, Kate, I have
scarcely spoken two words to her."
"Oh, then I was not gnilty when I
came upon you in tho library of inter
rupting an avowal. I felt very un
comfortable ot that time, for Miriam
lookod awfully conscious and still
moro awfully eoarlet, nnd you looked
well, I don't know how you looked,
Bob. It wa3 a sort of expression—
shall I say?"
"Please, Kate."
"Well, it was the sort of expression
you would to find on tho faco
of a man who had just picked up a
parcel and wasn't quite sure what was
inside."
I laughed.
"Your keen eyes don't miss muoh,
Kate. Yon liavo guessed somewhere
uenr tho truth. Wheuyou onineupon
mo in tho library I had mado a dis
covery, but it was only n partial dis
covery. I bad found out that Miriam
Mowbray was. greatly interested in a
portrait. I could net nt tho time make
out whose it was. I havo siaco ex
tended my kuowlcdge."
"Well?" sho asked eagerly.
"Now, Kate," I said, tensing her,
"that's whero tho curiosity of woman
comes in. You are ns bad as the rest
of your sex, I declare.. Of course you
nro burning with curiosity to know
whose portrait it was—conless now 1"
"Indeed, sir, lam not. I keep my
curiosity for better things. My wo
man's wit is not so sluggish that it has
not already guessed your mystery."
"Hn! ha!" I laughed. "Ton think
so, I'll forgivo you if you have. Here,
£ will tear this sheet from my pooket
iioolr. Obligo me by writing upon it
tho name of tho person—"
"In whoso portrait Miriam was in
terested?"
"Preoisely."
She took tho paper and pencil 1
handed to her and wrote upon it a
name.
Sho gave mo baok. the penoil, but
not the slip of paper.
"Am I not to bold tho paper?" 1
asked.
"You shall sco it," sho answered,
folding it tightly up, "after you havo
shown mo the portrait."
"Very well, Miss Distrustful," I
said.
"ft was Mies Curiosity just now.
You are partial, Bob, to calling peo
ple bard names. Yon aro as bad as
the rest of your sex, I declare," she
said, p:rtly turning tho tables upon
mo for my lauguago of a moment or so
sinoo. "But, come, talto mo to seo
this wondorful portrait."
I took her to the library, opened
tho album, and turnod again to my
portrait.
"There, Miss Pert," I said, pointing
to it triumphantly with my finger,
"Llere is tho portrait iu which Miss
Mowbray was go greatly interested.
Will you liavo the kindnese to hand
me over that slip ot paper?"
Kate did not answer, but first looked
at me and then at the portrait. Then
she closed the album and looked again
at me.
There was a l*ok in her eyes snch as
I had never seen there before. It was
of wonder and yet of pity—pity for
me, who considered myself the happi
est man on earth!
But that was the way with Kate. If
she's a woman of resource, she's a wo
man of surprises as well. With her it
is usually the unexpected that hap
pens.
"I have performed my part of the
bargain, Kate. I have satisfied your
curiosity. Will you now have the
courtesy to perform yours? You have
written a certain name upon a piece
of paper. Will you have the kindness
to hand it to me?"
"I cannot, Bob—l cannot."
I caught a distinct tremor in her
voice as she said it.
"How so? You deoline to show mo
that paper?"
"I promised to give it to you after
you had shown mo the portrait, but I
did not say immediately after. You
shall see it some day; I promise you."
"A sheer evasion, Kate, and not
like you. However, it is a matter of
little consequence."
"Of little consequenoe, as you say."
"The ono important thing is that I
have made a great discovery all
through that album. You guess what
it is, Kate?"
"That—that—" she stammered.
"That Miriam Mowbray loves mo!"
I said triumphantly.
She glanced at mo again with that
look I had just before seen in her eyos
—half pity, half wonder; then she
said tremulpusly:
"You—you will speak to her to
morrow, will you not?"
"Yes, Kate. You are the only one
to whom I have whispered my secret;
and—and I know you wish me good
luok in my wooing."
"In that and in all things, Bob?"
The sweet eyes looked straight into
miue, ns she held out her hand ; 1 held
it for a moment; then she withdrow it
hastily and escaped from the room.
The next day I visited the Mow
btavs. The time was opportune. Mr.
Mowbray was out, but Miss Mowbray
was in.
1 hurry over that disastrous inter
view. I urged my suit with what elo
quence I could command. My pro
posal was at tirstYeceived with chilling
silence, and then cama tho crushing
intimation that it was declined.
I wili do her tho justice, however,
to say that sho let down u fellow ns
gently as the circumstances would per
mit.
She acknowledged to mo that sho
loved another, and I believe there were
tears iu her eyes—l am certain there
wero in her voioe—as she mads tho
confession. Her father, she candidly
admitted, was opposed to her lover,
and had declined to sanction his ad
vances. Ho had promised, however,
to reconsider his verdict in the event
of tho young fellow's prospects im
proving in three years. That time
had nearly elapsed. Until that time
had elapsed they had given their sacred
word of honor that tho secret ol their
love for each other should not bo dis
closed, andthov bad further promised
that no communication should pass
between them.
I could not but admire a woman who
remained thus faithful both to her
father and her lover, even though that
fidelity proved ot the same time tho
death blow to my hopes.
I think that I stammered out some
thing to that effect as I bowed myself
from tbo room, and kept asking my
self: "Who is the mysterious lover?
And why wns she so absorbed in my
portrait in the album?"
Life seemed very blank to me when
I stood ouce moro in the street. What
should Ido now ? I soaroe knew. One
thing, however, was very certain. Be
fore I did, anything I must first eon
suit my oLuin—my chum Kate.
I turned my steps to her home. Hero
a greater disaster awaited me. Kate
had left Templeton that morning on a
visit to an aunt in Durham. It was
quite unoertain when sho would re
turn, but she would not bo back for n
month, at least.
It was not until a day or two had
passed that I began to realize all I had
lost in the sweet companionship of
Kate. It wns not merely her loyalty,
her unfailing brightness and sympathy,
but uot till then did I understand the
gap sho had filled iu the last throo
years in my life.
You will say that I was fickle, im
pressionable, infirm of purpose, lack
ing resolution and a knowledge of my
own mind. Well, lam content that
that chnrgo should bo made against
me. My simple reply is that you did
uot know Kate. Sho was one of thoso
who, by their very unselfishness, are
never adequately valued until you miss
their voioe, their smile, their hand.
iMost of us pursue our illusions. My
illusion was Miriam Mowbray. Slowly
I began (o sec that in the background
of tlrnt illusion tbcro was a reality—
Kate Brand.
Baroly a mouth had elapsed whou
thero came tho news that Kato was ill.
I should havo liked to havo gone to
her and oonsole her, as she so often
consoled me; but what could I do in
the circumstances?
It was my practice to visit the Brands
daily, to make inquiries—how anx
iously they could not guess—about
Kate.
Ono morning I found au array of
trunks and traveling bags in tho hall.
For a moment I thought she might
havo returned, and my heart leaped
gadly to my mouth. But who should
como forward aud clasp me warmly by
tho hand but Guy—Guy Brand, her
brother—returned from the Cape !
"Guy 1" I exclaimed.
"Bob, old follow I Ypu soareoly
erpeoted to seo me, did you?" he
said, seeing my look of astonishment.
"Indeed, I didn't I' 1
I might have added, that, next to
seeing Kate, liis was the most welcome
face I could have seen.
"Come, Bob," he said, taking me
by the arm in the old familiar way of
our college days, "I have much to say
to you."
He took me to tho room—the li
brary—whero I had my last interview
with Kate. llow often I had siuce
recalled it.
"Wo are old chums, Bob," ho said,
"and I am going to speak to you
frankly. lam far from a spiritualist,
hypnotist, or anything of that kind;
but there must be a community of
spirit between us, for I find that,
though so fur separated from each
other, we have been on tho same
track."
"The same track," I repeated,
scarcely knowing what to make of
this strange preliminary.
"Yes, ou the same traok. First,
( answer me ono quostion are you still
enamored with Miriam Mowbray?"
I was staggered by the question.
How should ho know that I had been
enamored with Miriam Mowbray? Ho
was searching me with his eyes as he
spoke. Apparently satisfied with the
scrutiny, ho put into my hands a letter
to him, dated three months back,
from his sister Kate.
I can scarcely tell you the astonish
ment with which I read it. I was the
beginning of it; I was tho end of it.
It sot forth tho confessions f had
made to her of my love for Miriam
Mowbray ; it maguifieda thousandfold
the little service I had done for Guy
iu the past; and it ended by an ap
peal to him to give mo a fair field iu
trying to wiu Miss Mowbray's hand.
Was there over such a letter penned
fro in sister to brother?
"I cannot understand it. lam al
together mystified," I answerod.
"Just so. Let me throw a little
light on tho situation. You did not
know, because it was a secret, but be
fore I loft England for South Africa—
before, in fact, the illness through
which you helped to nurse mo-I was the
fortunato lover of Miriam Mowbray;
fortunate in ono sense, but uufortun
ato in auother, since Mr. Mowbray
would not at that time acknowledge
mo because I had not made a position
for myself. Now do you see why Kate
wrote to mo?"
"I—l understand," I stammered.
"My answer to tho letter was—"
"Ob, you needn't say, Guy. I see
it nil," clasping him by tno baud.
"Your answer to that letter was 'Let
my old chutu go in and win,' but I
have lost, aud you?"
"Can I say that I have won, old fol
low?"
"Yes, Guy; yes; I am not afraid of
hearing tho truth. My illusion is
quite gono. I can only wish you what
your noble sister wished mo—good
luck iu your wooing. By tho bye,
would you mind handing me that al
bum at you elbow?"
Guy handed it to me iu some sur
prise at my sudden request.
"Thanks, " I said. "Pardon mo ono
moment.
I quickly turned over tho pagß3
again. 1 need not have done so ex
copt to further couviuce myself that I
was an ass.
I saw at ouco tho portrait in which
Miriam Mowbray was absorbed on that
night when I was deceived into be
lieving that aho loved me. I had put
tho peucil m irk oa the page at wkioh
tho album was open, but I had left
ontirely out of the question the por
trait ou the opposite side, which was
tho portrait of Guy Brand.
As old cliuuis wo had been placed in
the album facing each other. Kate
had, of course, seen my mistake, but
rather than wound my feelings or my
vanity—which was it?—had not hinted
a suspicion of the truth.
Love in more senses than ono is
blind.
The same day I discovered that
Kate was returning home. I gained
permission to bo her escort.
How gladly- I winged my way to
Durham. I found her scarcely tho
Kate 1 had last seen her. She was pale,
more subdued, but still tho Kate I
knew so well.
There was loss of tho old brightness
of outlook, perhaps, but sho camo for
ward to greet mo with that smile which
before and siuce has been to ms as a
life beacon.
I said to her in awkward fashion all
that had Keen flaming itself iuto a
speocli on tho way down. Tho answer
which I received this time was far
different from that whioh I received
to my other petition.
When her head was resting on my
breast she asked mo coyly through a
mist of happy tears:
"Would you like to see that—that
slip of paper from your notebook,
Bob?"
"No, dear," I said with a smile. "I
think I know by this time tho name
you wrote ou that paper. Besides, I
am above tho feminine instinct of
of "
"Curiosity," I was about to aid,
but slio cut mo short with a kiss.—
CasselTs Magazine.
Royally on a lire Engine.
A Royal Ducho?s and a German
Princess riding ou a lire engine was
tho sight that gratified oue-quirtor of
London receutly. Tno Duchess of
Albany, with her sister, Princess
Elizabeth of Wal dock-Pyrmont, visited
tho Southwark Firo Department, when
a false alarm and a fire drill were
arranged, aud the Princesses were
driven to tho fire on tho machine.
Ancient Families.
Tho Champbells of Argyll begin in
1190. Talloyranl dates from 1199;
Bismarck from 1270; tho Grosveuor
family, tho Dukes of Westiniuster.
1069; tho Austrian house of Haps
burg goes back to 952, aud tho houso
of Bourbon to 864. Tho descendants
I of Mohammed, boru 670, aro all regis
| tered carefully and authoritatively iu
' a book kept iu Mecca,
, SERVANT GIRLS IN LONDON.
They Have Their Grievances the Same
as in This Land of the Free.
It is probable that London servant
girls of fair intelligence will not long
consent to spend their days in cellar
chambers and their nights in such in
human attics as we have described;
i nor yet remain without an opportunity
{ for business-like improvement, owing
j to the incapacity of mistresses to tench
j them. Women of the middle class who
I need domestic help had better, there
| fore, become wise in time; and, first,
j they should reduce the style of their
J establishments and raise their charac-
I ter. The present state of things is evil
and absurd; it tends to make the pub
lie in their sections mutually eontempc
| uous Instead of universally respectful,
I and It thus becomes a means and
I cause of social degradation. The out
j cry of our Londoners about bad trade
is ofter a result of feebleness and
j want of clear discernment. There is,
in fact, excess of trade in unproduc
tive vanities, diverting capital from
reproductive work, and people In the
main are living much above a prudent
scale of outlay. A few save their
money and invest it; but the majority
seek merely to appear perhaps a quar
| ter richer than they actually are, and
thus they make themselves at once
ridiculous and Impoverished.
AVere they to rid themselves of half
their foolish furniture and duly scrub
their floors they might live decently
without dependence upon ill-condition
ed servant girls, and might also multi
ply deposits at the bank. AA'hat wt
have now declared is no new thing,
no first discovery. Some forty years
ago a Loudon preacher found it need
ful to exhort his congregation to a gen
! oral abatement of their annual ex-
I pondituro and stylo of living. The
advice, like much advice of value,
firmly given, without vanity, was
taken in good part, and the result was
good. Why cannot other ministers in
j London do the same? Economy in
| habitude of life, in family and per
j sonal expenditure, is the foundation of
I a multitude of virtues, and especially
j of individual self-respect and of finan
cial liberality.—Quarterly Review.
A Forcible Simile.
I "Your honor," said a lawyer in a re
cent trial in Englnnd, "the argument
of my learned friend is lighter than
vanity. It is air; it is smoke. From
top to bottom it is absolutely nothing,
| And, therefore, your honor, it falls to
the ground by its own weight"
ALMOST A MIRACLE.
THE RESTORATION" TO HEALTH OF A
riIOMINENT MAN.
Worn Out by Exposure anil Hro'ien Down
in Health Ho W ;IM in Misery for
Mouths—ls Now a Well and
Happy Man—Head the
Story.
From the Kewa, Clarksburg, W. Va.
In the interest of common hura'nnlty, your
reporter has tho honor to send you an inter
esting aud profitable interviow had with one
of Harrison County's highly esteemed '
citizens, concerning his narrow and miracul
ous oscnpe from death. The person referro I
to is Mr. Fioyd E. Barnott, of J'arvisvillo,
West Virginia, who is well known through
out Harrison County and other sections of
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times unable to move. I became restless at
night anil could not sleep. The disease
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impossible to lie on my left sldo on account
of the seriousness of the pain at the heart.
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i WAI.DINO, ICINNAN & MARVIN, Wholesale
Driuglsts, Toledo, Ohio.
Hall's Catarrh C'uro is taker, internally, act
ing directly upon the blocd and mucous sur
faces of the system, sent free.
Price, 75c. per bottle. Kohl by RII Druggists.
Hull's F.miily IMIs :MV I IK- BE T.
Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup for ('hildmn
| teething, softenstho gums.rcdnces inllamma
' tlou, allays pain; cures wind colic. 25c u bottle.
I Dlfln't Know It Wai Loaded.
|
McScoreher—My baby has bad the
wind colic for two days.
Sikleface—What caused'the trouble i
MeScorcher—Tlic poor kid tried tc
cut its teeth on my pneumatic tire.
Asparagus is the oldest known plant that
has boon usod as food.
Ever since 1965 there havo been women (more
each i/car) who claim that there is no soap half j
as ►mod, or as oeonomical as Dobbins' Eloctrio. ;
There mutt be some truth In their claim. Try
it, see how much. Your grocer has it.
The average duration of a regiment's stay !
in India is 16 yt
FlTSßtoppedfreennrt permanently cared. No |
Ats after first day's use of bu. KMNB'S UHKAT I
Nrktrßkwohek. Free.fitrinl bolt.euiHUrnit- !
isc. fcend to Dr. Kline. 031 Are?i St.. Phila.. Pa.
A now species of giraffe has boon discov
ered in Africa.
I am entirely cured of hemorrhage of the
lungs by Piso's Cure for Consumption,—hoc-
ISA LIN DAMAN, Bethany, Mo., Jon. 8, 'FI.
Canterbery Cathedral is 525 foot long, 178
feet wide and 280 feet high.
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A big: wash looks discouraging;. I
' But when you have the right weapon J
to attack the great stack of soiled I
clothes with, the buttle is half won J
' already. %
■ Sunlight
Soap j
Is the wenr™. to i:pr. It will mako
that big wash look like a pile of J
driven snow.
J All the sheets and blankets as well I
, no tho delicate fabrics will be saved J
by Sunlight Soap, and thero won't I
bo any tearing or ripping, because
you don't have to rub. J
Less Labor
, Greater Comfort J
Lover Bros., Ltd., Hudson A Harrison N.Y. B
P " How happy could Ibe with either if)
Were the other dear charmer away."
1 The ripest and sweetest lea? and I
% the purest ingredients are used in the ®|
If) manufacture of "Battle Ax/'and fio %
|J matter how much you pay for a ;fj
tf i much smaller piece of any other high- J)
|| grade brand, you cannot buy a better
|) chew than "Battle Ax/' E|
$ For 5 cents you get a piece ef
$ "Battle Ax" almost as large as the J
T other fellow's fO-cent piece- $
&&&*&s (ft ft ft ft ft/l
"One year Borrows Another Year's Fools." You Didn't Use
Last Year. Perhaps You WMB Not This Year.
Gladness Comes
With a better understanding of the
transient nature of the many pliys*
ical ills which vanish before proper ef
forts—gentle efforts—pleasant efforts—
rightly directed. There is comfort in
the knowledge that so many forms of
sickness are not due to any actual dis
ease, but simply to a constipated condi
tion of the-system, which the pleasant
family laxative, Syrup of Figs, prompt
ly removes. That is why it is the only
remedy with millions of families, and is
everywhere esteemed so highly by all
who value good health. Its beneficial
effects are due to the fact, that it is the
one remedy which promotes internal
cleanliness, without debilitating' the
organs on which it. acts. It is therefore
all important, in order to get its bene
ficial effects, to note when you pur*
chase, that you have the genuine article,
which is manufactured by the California
Fig Syrup Co. only, and sold by all rep
utable druggists."
If in the en joyment of good health,
and the system is regular, then laxa
j tives or other remedies are not needed.
If afflicted with any actual disease, one
| may be commended tothemost skillful
i physicians, but if in need of a laxative,
then one should have the best, and with
the well-informed everywhere, Syrup of
Figs stands highest and is most largely
used and gives most general satisfaction.
p N ir 41 or.
r-i HSiISE OWNER
B I ought to think enough of
J bis animal to wish to bo
ll K*""' tl " f* b ! c *° caru or " properij
\ ilr 8 health and aickne-ss. It is
gl money out of his pocket if
I not. To accomplish
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lor s'™ 5 '™' 0 ? a ™, *'<
[2, |,k ' k ;""•£'* Wore*.
I l ' 1 ! ilnrt tread; iSc'-
'ppl} ! 1 oase RE( * <'ffrct a
-' : the an*
J) |j book, which
'' on receipt of 'price in
sumps. Arsnredly (he Ilorse is too good a friend
to man to lie neglected tor want of knowledge
which can he pnunred for o.ilv rwer.tv-rtve . ctta.
I Boo* PußLiaiiiNo House. 234 Leonard St.. N.Y.Oitu
PENSIONS, PATENTS, CLAIMS.
JOHN W MORRIS, WASHINGTON. D O.
Late Principal Examiner U. S. Petition Bureau.
3 jit. in lust war, 13adjudicating claims, utty. biuco.
(H D E ElSft an<l WHISKY habit cured, rook sen:
WrHlfifil PURR. I)r. B. M. WOOLLEY. Atlanta,(in