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£.,:•." &i Guilbert is more th;in a Paris- UM, Slio Is a Parisi-mlsm. tho ge&lest tflfe ehantant singer in the world to- tay, a waif from the storm, a leaf thrown up against blase Paris for her Amusement. She sprang into favor with .1 jnimnce directed nt her companions in the vast cirporium, the "Pi-interns." as well known to tlu modern female traveler AS the "Louvt-o" or the "Bon Marche." She was born with a knowledge of the Value of effect as supreme and distinctive as a song. A sodden awk- *vard droop of a woman, no grace, no distinction, no taste; but she can be tragig with n lift of her eyebrows, comic with a shrug of her shoulders, mid painfully realistic with a movement, of her hands. She twits on the weakness of the greatest aristocrats of the day, she sticks h-?r tongue into her cheek, and talks boulevard slang and twang until the oldest boulevardier is outdone; she imitates all the famous actors anil singers with one stroke of hev gigantic talent as clean-cut and acute as if she had made an exhaustive study of her art; all her life, instead of being, as she is, a worn-out shop girl, with tho odor of the streets in hoi- clothes, in her dyed hair, in her "stock" expression. She throws sentiment to the winds, she mocks at love, she snaps her fingers at fate, and she defies the higher powers with every brcalh she draws and almost every note she utters. Her voice is low, and coin-so and un- gmsical, her lips fire painted vermilion »ud colored thick and out of drawing, but she is intensely human, and that is W'liat the Parisians love. She is as typi- sal a child of this generation ns the dude »r the female bicyclist, au off-shoot, the epitome of effete civilization, the answer to the universal cry for more, u new plat offered to tho jaded palates of the satiated. Her length is awkward, her complexion pasty, her hair champagne yellow. She is as devoid of chic as u Xo'rth American, Indian, and her toilette is as nonsuggestive of Paris. It consists of a flimsy sulphur-colored *tik dress fulling in unequal folds about **»rlnintily shod foot, her thin shoulders •«$d hiploss sides aiding and abetting 1 wa its ungraceful flop to the floor. •J>3so yellow hair escapes iu untidy toeshes at the sides of "her head, her eyes are faded her mouth droops wearily a little sideways, and the long, shapeless arms fail from their sockets toward her knees in a line which must be as unstudied as it has hitherto, from its unclesirability, been unthought of. Stretched from the elbows to the ends of the long, thin fingers are the black gloves, by which all Paris aud strans- ertloin has grawn to recognize her on the bill posters, and which are to play BO prominent a part in hot- presentation of iKirte facts. The audience has shifted in and out —lazy, sleepy, summer audience. They have been presented with the inevitable dance and song man and the unpre- sentable song and dance woman. Eleven o'clock strikes, and the almost extinguishable gas in the varied colored bulbs bursts into new radicuce, club- dom and snubdom loom to the fore, and, as Yvette shuffles awkwardly to the footlights, the audience bursts 'into rapturous applause, which immediately dies away into breathless silence. The orchestra strikes up, the strange Sroop of body quickens into life, the red-lipped mouth opens to let forth the son?, the long arms point the moral to the tale, and suddenly it dawns upon us • that here is iLe camera of o-day embodied in a slip of a g'u-1 who is famous. She rouses into speech, she winks into slyness, she shrugs in contempt, she talks like a street urcnin cr a grand dame or a stump orator, or any of the thousand and one types of Paris- ianism which are so incontestably unique, and tho black-gloved hands make the shadow aud the yellow <lrcss and hair the light, and she hints at untold depths with an "am" and suggests unfelt heights with an "all," a. whole lifetime of umisuulucss, of cunning, or of fun in everything she says and does. Her shoulders shrug out her innuendoes her hands outline the lilt of the strange measure of her song. She pokes fun at the government and is as full of gags as tho local politician. She turns human nature jnsicle out with a twist of her tongue, a lilt of her expressive brows, a droop of her unnaturally reddened lips. They recall her again and again, and she returns to snap her fingers at their institutions and their constitutions, at their love of themselves and their love of her. She Is abundantly antagonistic, but she idealizes effect, and she is some thing new. When they are tired of her she nods her head at. them, the limp bands fall at her sides, the flimsy, characterless gown droops into its usual ungraceful folds, the eyes dull, the body droops, the orchestra stops, and the eurtain falls. She is her own version of her own life, ia Yvette Guilbert, the spoiled child of the French public, so happily so -while it lasts, so unhappily so when another fills her place. "You see," said she the other day— nnd as she talked her elbows rested on her knees in their customary spiritless fashion, and the Jong, thin hands shot in and out to accentuate the high lights of her chat-^'you see I was born ugly and #inaemic, but I had a prodigious memory. I used to carry home work to great ladles from my mother who was a poor seamstress; but my mind even then wus full of street songs, which I used to hum to myself in my tos and fpos. The time was when that big fat \voman who runs the Eldorado would only pay me coo francs a month; that was tee first, and of course I failed (for she put me on at the beginning of the evening and there was nti one there at that hour who knew enough to appreciate me; it all depends upon the right audience, success,' 'Jjisteii,' I said to her; ' there's n& pepper, no salt, no life in the things your people alne; let me try it,' but when I tried in? best I Finally, in a towering rage, she Hie, but I screamed Q\\t to a.s J J.eft her: 'Remember my name •»me, Yvette Guilbert. Paris will with it pne pf these days; and '•v&Y. y°W >viil beg me tp come at lifee,' What dp J make? Frpjn. 30,40,000 francs a mouth, and tfeey into my tdns. One of these days I'll nave a little house in the country and a garden with sunshine in It, for I am a girl of the people, not a grand dame. One has to be educated up to gaslight; no more late hours, no then tor, no morfi of that awfnl breathless plunse which I take every night like d cold douche every time I face my audience." One day Zoln gave a breakfast to his publishers on a little island in the Bois de Boulogne, and Yvette was there to amuse them. She sat in her usual drooping fashion under the shadow of one of the spring trees, and listened to Zola's pitiful account of his early struggles when he fought for bread and recognition. As he waxed eloquent she leaned forward, her elbows on her Knees,-her face iu the palin of her hands.. ( When he had finished and he had called upon her for a. song she lose and srtng it wit all the abandon, the fling, the'swing, the diabolical proficiency of her craft, and as she stood and sung the sun, with its usual merciless irony, sheue through the leaves full on to the painted face, into the weary eyes, and sought out, the dye of her hair and the disorder of her gown. Finally it halted and rested on two great tear drops on her cheeks, which had stood there sine? Zola's recital.— Jerome K. Jerome's To-day. "A RdYAL OAfcfaEfc OF 1 THE FftESB SUfejfefcf "1 Atn Come tTnto Mfr «ftrd*a"— Church Which Chi-Mt H«9 th* Sftltrttlofe of th« frottct Intellectually and 1'oiitlcaliy. SPIDER WEBS ON THE WIRES. interruption* of Telccrrnjih Communication Between HoHtoii niul New York;. Two of the main through wires between New York and Boston were recently reported "in trouble" east of New London, says the New York Sun. They positively refused to work at all in the morning, but from about 11 o'clock in the forenoon until 11 o'clock at night they were found to be all nght. From this peculiarity they came to be known as "tho twelve-hour wires" and Lineman Williams was directed to find out what the matter was Avith them. He located "the trouble" as being between Noank nnd Poquonnock bridge, and then walked back tind UCi and forth and back along tlie rails with his eyes scanning the row of telegraph poles aud wires in a vain search for the mischievous cross. He kept up the hunt for two or three days, and finally, just as he had given 'up in despair and was swinging himself on to a tram to go home he caught sight of a large cobweb in the shadow of a big elm tree, which was bound from ?,"?,,. of the wratic wires to the other. V\ imams came back to the cobweb the next morning aud eyed it eagerly. c> was not long iu climbing the pole su-est to it, and then he saw that the web was the really gigantic product of several spiders, its big white surface flopping idly to tmrt fro between the two wires which it connected, ItH lace was bespangled with big- gems of dew; in fact, the condition was the same as if the two 'wires had been connected with a sheet of muslin saturated with water. Nothing will "cross" and "kill" two electrically charged wires more effectually than a wet substance of this kind connecting them When the sun dried the dew off the cobweb the "cross" disappeared, and did not come back until a rniu storm ' came or the next dew fell. Williams gathered the cobweb and stuffed it in his coat pocket. It made a large hand- rul. I here was no more trouble with the wires after that. When the lineman reported the matter to the eastern chief of the company in Boston he got laughed at for his pains, but on tha following- day he told of his adventure with the cobweb to Supt. Fred Fair- chilrl, of the New Haven office, an expert electrician, who promptly declared that it was the cobweb which crossed the wire and at once sat down to n telegraph machine and talked for ; half an hour with the Boston chief, explaining to him where ho was in error in assuming a cobweb could not "cross" a telegraph wire. merest It, Why Ju IN A SWALLOW'S NEST. An Observer TJscd n Mirror to Discover What "\Vns Taking Place There. To see only the bottom of the nest yet to know that within it lay young swifts which were being fed in some way by their parents, was tantalizing. I recalled a former year when I wished to see a swift's nest with its full set of eggs, and so had kept watch of the nest; not by climbing to the chimney top and peering down, but by ralsiig a small mirror, by whose aid I had seen the reflected nest from below. The mirror served its purpose a second timo I lashed it to the tip of a fishing rod, and pushed the slender joint up the chimney adding first the middle joint and then the butt, in order to bring the glass well above tho nest Something white was in the nest—just what I could not at first tell, for mortar dust had fallen into, my eyes, and it wus difficult to keep the glass still enough to see with my eyes blinking and weep- Jng. The mother bird had been driven from her nest by the appearance of the strange, misshapen thing which J had forced toward her from below, ancl she was now making short nights back,and forth in the upper part of the chimney, producing sounds and sudden varla* j tions in light and darkness which would surely have frightened away ' any but a human intruder. Wiping my eyes and steadying the glass, I took a careful look at the cou- tenfs of the nest. The white object, or at all events the whitest part, was au eggshell from whose opened halves a young bird was feebly trying to escape. Without waiting to see more I with^ drew teh mirror froni the chimney and removed all disturbing objects, myself included, from tho fireplace. My' heart reproached me. Had my violence driven the birds from the nest, thus making probable the death of the young at this trying wisis in their career? More thao fifteen minutes passed before boom- iug wings in the swift's grewsoine nur- wy assured, we tliat a parent h.a4 ye* turned . BROOKLYN, N. Y., July l— Ref. Dr. Talmage, who is now nearing Australia, on his rot^d-tke-world •journey, has selected for the subject of his sermon, through the press today, "The Royal Garden," the text being- taken from Solomon's song 5:1: "I nm come into my garden." The world has had a great many beautiful gardens. Charlemagne ', added to th«? glory of his reign by de i creeing that they be established all through the realm—decreeing even the names of the flowers to be planted there. Henry VI at Montpelier, established gardens of bewitching beauty and luxuriance, gathering into them Alpine, Pyrenean and French pi ant a One of the sweetest spots on earth was the garden, of Shenstohc, the poet His writings have made but little impression upon the world; but his garden, "the Leasowcs," will be immortal. To the natural advantage of that place was brought the perfection of art Arbor, and terrace, and slope, and rustic temple, and reservoir, and urn, and fountain, here had their crowning. Oak, and yew, and hazel put forth their richest foliage. There was no life more diligent, no ' soul more ingenious than that of Shenstone, and all that diligence and genius were brought to the adorn, ment of that one treasure spot. He gave three hundred pounds for it; he sold it for seventeen thousand. And vet I am to tell you of a richer garden than any I have mentioned. It is the garden spoken of in my text, the garden of the church, which belongs to Christ, for my text says so. He bought it, he planted It, he owns it, and he shall have it. Walter Scott, in his outlay at Abbotsford, ruined his fortune; and now in the crimson flowers of those gardens, you can almost think or imagine that you see tho blood of that old man's broken heart. The payment of the last one hundred thousand pounds sacrifled him. But I have to tell you that Christ's life and Christ's death were the outlay of this beautiful garden of the church of which my text speaks. Oh, how many sighs, and tears, and pangs, and agonies! Tell me, ye executioners who lifted him and let him down! Tell me, ye sun that didst hide, yo rocks that fell! "Christ loved the Church and gave himself for it." If then the garden of the church belongs to Christ, certainly he has a right to walk in it Come then, O blessed Jesus, this morning, walk up and down these aisles and pluck what thou wilt of sweetness for thyself. The Church, in my text, is appropriately compared to .a garden, because it is a place of choice flowers, of select fruits and of thorough irriga tiou. That would be a strange garden in which there were no flowers. If no where else they will be along th borders or at the gateway. The home liest taste will dictate something, not Speak toi-&ke«jci- 'things' teari tif eteotion and affieotioft. Thofn9 •withttuV but fiWeeta&s ttiihfn—the best specimefc oi' Mexieati cftctus 1 etersavv. There are others planted ia Christ's garden Who are always ardent, always radiant, altonys impressive—tiiore like the roses of deep hue that tv<* occasionally find called "giants of battle" —the Martin Lathers, Si. Pauls, Chrysostoms, Wicklilfes, Latiiners and Samael Rutherfords* What in other men tea spark, in thedl is a conflagra* tiott. When they sweat they sweat great drops of blood, tVhe'i» they pray, their prayer takes life When they preach, it is a' Penticosfc. When they fight, it is a Therinobyfe. Whett they die, it is a martyrdom. Yort find a great many roses in the gardens, bttt only a few "giants of battle," Mett say: "Why don't you have more of them in the church?" 1 say: ''Why don't you have in the world more Napoleons, and HumboldtSi and Welling* " Youugwtfe (welcoming Jiome)-~Now, <J«eby, I've been, all (Jay- I've '£8149 pip fi*4 cage r it be the old-fashioned hollyhock, or dahlia, or daffodil, or coreopsis; bu if there bo larger means, then yoi. will find the Mexican cactus and dark- veined arbutelion, and blazing azalea, and clustering oleander. Well, now, Christ comes to his garden, and he plants there some of the brightest spirits that ever flowered upon the world. Some of them are violets, un- conspicuous, but sweet in heaven. You have to search for such spirits to find them. You do not see them very often, perhaps, but you find where they have been by the brighteniii; face of the invalid, and tlie sprig of geranium on the stand, and the window curtains ' keeping out the glare of the sunlight. They are, perhaps, more like the ranunculus, creeping sweetly along amid the thorns and briars of life, giving kiss for sting 1 , and mapy a man who has had in his way some great black rock of trouble, has- found that they have covered it all over with flowering jasmine running 1 in and out amid the crevices. These Christians ia Christ's garden are not like the sunflower, gaudy in the light; but whenever darkness hovers over a soul that needs to be comforted, there they stand, night'Dlooming-cereuses. But in Christ's garden there are plants that may be better compared to the Mexican caetus — thorns without, loveliness within— men with sharp points of character, They wound almost every one that touches them. They are hard to handle, Men pronounce them nothing but thorns, but Christ loves. them, notwithstanding- all their sharp- nesses, Many a man has hacl very hard ground to culture, and it has only been, through severe toil he has raised even the smallest crop of grace. A very harsh minister was talking with a very placi4 elder, a»cl the plaeid elder said to the harsh minister: "Poctor, 1 tlo wish you w^uld control your temper." "Ah," said the minister tp the elder, "I control move temper in five minuses than you do ia five years." It is harder fop apme jaeu to Ao right thaw few 1 others to do right. The grace that would elevate ypu tp the seventh, heaves njjg'ht not keep your brother frpm, knocking a, man down. I had a friend who canto to we an4 f»a}4; "I 4»re B9t ^QIB the church." J said; '^hy?" MQh," h e s&idj "1 1ia.ve.8ucb, a Yesterday m.prning' J ^99 very tods?" God gives to some tett talents, to another one. In this garden of the church, which- Christ has planted, I also find the snowdrops, beautiful but cold look*- ing, seemingly*another phase of the winter. I mean those Christians who* are precise in their tastes, unimpassioned, pure as snowdrops and as cold. They never shed any tears ( they never get excited, they never say anything rashly, they never do anything precipitately. Their pulse never flutters, their nerves never twitch, their indignation never boils over. They live longer than most people; but their life is in a minor key. They never run up to "C" above the staff.' In the music of their life they hav« no staccato passages. Christ planted them in the church, and they must be of some service, or they would not bo there; snowdrops, always snowdrops. But I have not told you of the most beautiful flower in all this garden spoken of in the text If you see a "century plant," your emotions are started. You say:' "Why, this flower has been a hundred years gathering up for one bloom, and it will be a hundred years more before other petals will come out." But I have to tell you of a plant that was gathering up from all eternity, and that' .nineteen hundred years ago put forth its bloom never to wither. It is the Passion Flower of the Cross! Prophets foretold it Bethlehem shepherds looked upon it in the bud; the rocks shook at its bursting; and the dead got up in their winding-sheets to see its full bloom. It is a crimson flower—blood at the roots, blood on-tho branches, blood on all the leaves. Its perfume is to fill all the nations. Its touch is life. Its breath is heaven. Come, Oh winds, from the north, and winds from the south, and winds from the east, and winds from the west, and bear to all the earth the sweet smelling savor of Christ my Lord. His worth, if all the nations knew, Bure the whole earth would love him, too. Again: The church may be appropriately compared to a garden, because it is a place of select fruits. That it would be a strange garden which had in it no berries, no plums, no peaches or apricots. The coarser fruits are planted in the orchard, or they are set out on the sunny hillside; but tha choicest fruits are kept in the garden. So in the world outside the church, Christ has planted a great many beautiful things—patience, charity, generosity, integrity; but he intends the choicest fruits to be in the garden, and if they are not there, then shame on the church. Religion is not a mere flowering sentimentality. It is a practical, life-giving, healthful fruit—not posies, but apples. "Oh!" says somebody, "I don't see what your garden of the church has yielded." Where did your asylums come from? and your hos- pitaJs? and your institutions of mercy? Christ planted every one of them; he planted them in his garden. When Christ gave sight to Bartimeus, he laid the corner stone of every blind asylum that has ever been built- When Christ, soothed the demoniac of Galilee he laid, the corner stone of every lunatic- asylum that has ever been established! When Christ said to the sick mans "Take up thy bed and walk! 1 ' ho laid the corner stone of every .hospital the world has ever seen. When Christ said; "I was in prison, and ye visited me," he laid the corner stone of> Who- Has exteWfiSil 'iabW ffcHT* f&itienee and' ffotlfage thftft Mtrg¥ Latimer in the'Ire. lie 1 was eottififae^ in twenty^ mint&ea Ber'^s ha's btS*ft a twenty year's ma*tyi-d > om. t'ondet is a man who has laift fifteen years dtt his back, unable even tt» feed himself, .yet ealni and peaceful as though hf lay OH one of the #**<m banks ol heaven, watching fhtf oarsmeU dip their paddles in the-. «rystal river! Why, it seems to me th-te. ffiomehfc aa if Paul tkfetv tti Us a ponM»lo#ist'S 6at* alogue of the fruits growing lit thii great garden of Christ--4ove, joy, peace, patience, charity, brotherly kindness, gentleness, teerdy—gloridus fruit, enough to fill all the baskets oi earth and heaven. • i have told you of the better tree in this garden, ancl of the better irtiit It Was planted just outside JerUsaleia a good while ago. When that tree Was planted, it was so split, and bruised, and barked, meti said noth* ing would ever grow upon it; but no sooner had that tree beeti planted, than it budded, and blossomed, and fruited, and the soldiers' spears were only the clubs that struck down that fruit, and it fell into the lap of the- nations, and men began to pick it up and eat it, and they lound in it an antidote to all thirst, to all poison, to all sin, to all death—the smallest cluster larger than the famous one of Eshcol, which two men carried on a statf between them. If the one apple in. Eden killed the race, this one cluster of mercy shall restore it. Some years ago a vessel struck on the rocks. They had only one life boat In that life boat the passengers and crew were getting ashore. The vessel had foundered and was sinking deeper and deeper, and-that one boat could not take the passengers very swiftly. A little girl stood on the deck waiting for her turn to get into the boat. The boat came and went— came-and went—but her turn did not seem to come. After awhile she could wait DO longer, and she leaptd on the taffrail and then sprang into the sea, crying^ to the boatman, "Save mo next!' Save me next!" Oh, tow many have gone ashore into God's mercy, 'and yet you are clinging to the-wreak of sin. Others have accepted the pardon of Christ, but you are in peril. Why not, this . morning, make a rush for your immortal rescue, crying until Jesus shall hear you, and heaven and earth .ring with'the civ, "Save me next! Save me next!" SELECT PERSONALS. di#- paic- M6'fe* MfB ifl r'eafb $><5&ther and IflrB th« anftcc*te«6te«d Stomftcfl tictfarrt it it ft *Mt of a6 -inv ofef, the vfbf»U6*i oi tbe by tne' »*>*ioii of 'tn'e ?r, & changfr «f frftfref ft ftbfnbt M-flflffttionS' 'Of *ncoafatered¥tth-Jt»puaity. .„.„„„ fa«ss, and.prejudicialiaflfteft'ee^ 6t ftif „ •water) Hpstetter's StoiflifcH Bitters i« A wSj&dafd safeguard. "Toilri^ts, y.ftch'lsiiiti'ti f UKiritierri, comtnet-ciftl travcl&rs. aficl tfiifjfelii bound bfi ft sea voyage dr inland iaunt, should always be provided -With it. Ill comparablei.'fof fiifttflirift, fheunlfttfftta. freutftlglft, sleeplessness, loss of appetifaH. sick hfe&dache, faiiiotifeness and constipation. sugar ia M called it is powdered. Dd ydii under- •statid? Little Girl—Yes'm. Teacher—JToiiv construct ft sentence the vrotA "pulverize" inlit. •< Little 1 0M—You pulverize your faceSt There- are grave suspicions that the qtieea of May wa» a water queen t •; , . . There's no place like the home 6t one's sweetheart. BLOOD POrSON By ivy or live oak, caused Inflammation, errijv tlons and intense itching and burning on my legs. I decided? to try Hood's Sursaparllla. Sarsaparilla every prison reform association that has ever been, formed, The Church of Chr;st is a. glorious garden and it is full of fruit, I know there is some poop fruit in it I know there are some weeds th^t ought to have been thrown over the f,ej»ce, I know there aye some <«a-b apple trees that ought to be cut down. " know there are some wild grapes that pugh't to be uprpotedi but are you going to destroy the whole garden, because of a little gnarled fruit? . You will find worm-eaten leaves in Fen, and insects that sting in the fairy groves of the Champs Elyseeij. You, do not tear down and destroy tbe whole garden because there are a few specimen* of gnarled fruit I admit there are men and women iw thp i who gught not to be there; put let KB te inst as Jrsmk, an4 p4mit the fact that there are hundred's and thousands and tens ©I thou» sands of glorious Christian, men and ioly fc , blessed, usei/ftl, cQn.se' a,od triumphant, Vhtfrt? in BO the cpjlectips o| are CbwUao jne» te Christians, the Mrs, Frances Hodgson Burnett la deeply-interested aud an active worker in:a London charity that f urnjslwss comfort and amiisement for little children who aro incurable invalids. William Lee, Boston's veteran publisher, began business in 1837. The favorite books at that time, and he sold many of them "on the road" were the bible and the "Pirates Own Book." Tlie emperor of Germany is exceedingly partial to horseback riding. In the course of last winter ten liand- some animals were trained in the royal stables at Potsdam for his personal use. • ' " Henry W. Grady a son of the Georgia orator has been admitted to the bar at Atlanta, after passing with credit a severe examination. He resembles his father both in appearance and mental endowment. The popularity of tlie Waverly novels is; attested by the remarkable fact that for the last thirty years no fewer than-thirty hands have been uninterruptedly engaged by one Edinburgh printing firm in producing- Sir Walter Scotfs works. ^Meyerbeer in his last will ordered his musical remains to be untouched for thirty years after his death. That time has expired, and it is reported that among- his papers is a nearly complete long opera in which young Goethe is the center. Hton. William M. Evarts has a big flowing stream of pure water on his farm near Windsor. Vermont, known as Runnymede spring, and the Windsor authorities have gladly availed themselves of the privilege extendad to them of supplying the town with it To the small list of surviving ladies who have presided at the White house a name unfamiliar to all but older readers has lately been added, that of Mrs, Dandridge; the surviving daughter of Zachary Taylor, and who was known at the White house as "pretty Betty Bliss." Mrs. Dandridge, whosa first husband was Colonel Bliss, President Taylor's chief of staff, has Tisiting Washington lately. CHIP3 AND SHAVINGS, Black River, I have taken-.Hood's Sarsaparllla and Uo not have any polsomsyiap- toms. I have gained 13 pounds since taking Hood's." C. B. BOHAIL, West Union, Minnesota. Get noon's. Hood's PlllB euro all Llvur Ills, J C ures (<« T 9 i0K ? PEOPLE to flt them- solves lot business, for UIB State University, or for taucfcing. Tho-Iowa CityCom- mercial College, AcadomrW School of Shorthand offer uneqimlecl facilities. 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Pwring the past ten years they hare ]>eeB divorced threw times and as pfte,» remarried. General £ibbpu qf p^ltiinore has secured a, curious flag pf truee which was used -by the. Florida India«3 jq 18^9. It consists 'o| u buoeU of whits featliopa, a striuff of white be&ds. a ple-^e of tofc»co,0v A New Yorjj§r oat named admits was* epeeding-ly dishonest, inteyyjowef the disQOftSQ^tQ "Why, s}r, t,Uttt oat e screen dp«- pf tht the. buttew -. SPQO as he 'sj^vv fehe A SILK DEBSS FBEE ! Ou August 1st. 1894, we present ABSOI/U'EHIjY FRKK, u u eUigant black Bilk dreas puttorii to the parson wUo tihiilT ia the meantime guess tho risar- ist to tho -number of catalogues Issued by us to J80S. The only conditions Iropoaed aro ttuit-ettch frueaser shall send (ic In stamps for our new Illustrated oatulogue, and order $1.00 worth of goods, >vhloli entitles tltnm to one guess, and ono additional guess for every Jl.OO worth of goods bonclit. Act promptly and; set n flno silk dress for nothing, UAItKlS-KMKUV CO., DUB MolnoH, Ia. ~~~ Shipped 0. O.D wltliprlvlloceof nnilniitton, return to ua free of eb.iH'ge If not sutiat'actocy. No cash in advance required. Samples of our fipv m ^ line of $4 anil $5 Wool 1 Trousers and rules for self measurement •nulled,free. Write this week. TAYLOR-NEWELL CO',, ' BIS' Court Avenue, - - Des WCoIne». ORDER ToVpurMeoaure tor s To & owner wpuld CHRONIC NERVOUS* AND PRIVATE , fret, rm'pan 6«owr«<« ( .^ CpusuJtaUon frso by Send fpyf p IBB, flldg., If, "*,.