The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on June 13, 1894 · Page 6
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Algona, Iowa
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TttE UPJPEB MOINES: ALGONA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY. J PNJC 18,JgteU RETURN. Vivo mtfirites ngo t <1row the AHMnlft aside and lot. the mellow siiuset light contend With liho glare from the glritndolas. Below Iny (.ho orchard of Vernon Garth, rich in heavily flowouid fruit trees— yowler a medlar, here a jponiN next it quince. As my eyes, unnc- cusloincd to tlic dny, blinked rapidly, tho recollection came of a scene forty- flvo yenrs, and once more beneath the oldest tree stood the girl 1 loved, mischievously plucking yarrow, and, dosplto its evil omen, twining the snowy clusters in her black hair. Again her comiettish words vans !» my win*: "Mako me thy lady! Make UK; the richest woman in England, and 1 promise thcc, Kupert, we sliall bo the happiest, of God's' creatures. 1 ' And J remembered how the mad thirst, for gold filled me; how I trusted in her fidelity. find without reasoning or even lulling her that 1 would conquer fortune for her sake, I kissed her sadly and passed into the world. Then followed a complete silence until the Star of Europe, (lie greatest diamond discovered in modern times, lay iu my hand— a. rough, unpolished Ht'one, not unlike 1 Hie lumps of spar 1 •had. often seen lying on the sandy lanes of my native count ly. This should be Rose's own, niul i/ll the others that chinked so melodiously In their leather bulse should go toward fulfilling her iinvbltioii. Kich and happy I should bo soon, and should I not marry an untitled gentlewoman, sweet in her prime? The twenty years' interval of work and sleep was like a fading dream, for I was going home. The knowledge thrilled me so that, my nerves were strung tight as iron ropes and I laughed like a young boy. And it was all because my homo was to be iu Rose .Pascal's arms. I crossed the sou and posted straight for Halkton village. The old hostelry Avas crowded. .Tane Hopgarth, /whom I remembered as a ruddy-faced child, stood on the box-edged tcrraci-, courte- sying in matronly fashion u> the do- nartiiur mail coach. An alteration in the signboard attracted tny attention; the white lilies had been painted over with a mitre, and the name changed from the rascal Arms to the I^m-cl Bishop. Angrily, aghast, at this disloyalty, I cross-questioned 'he 'ostlers, who hurried to and Iro, but, failing to obtain any coherent replies I was fain to content myself with a mental denunciation of the times. Twilight had fallen before T readied the cottage at the entrance of the park. This was in a ruinous ''ondition; hero and there sheaves of the thatched roof laid parted and t'enued crevice* through which smoke Hltorr-d. Some of the tiny windows had been walled up, and even where- tin- glass remained snake-like Ivy hindered any light, falling into their thick recesses. The door stood open, although the evening was chilly. As I approached, the heavy auiu unal clew shook down from the firs and fell upon my shoulders. A bat, swooping in an undulation, struck between my eyes aiid fell to the grass, momiing nm-nilously. t entered. A withered woman sat beside the peat lire. She held a pair of steel knitting-needles, which she moved without cessation. There was no thread upon tihein, and when they clicked her lips twitched as if she had counted. Some time passed before I recognized Rose's foster-mother, ICliKubeth Carless. The. russet colors of her cheeks had faded and left a sickly gray; Ihoso > sunken, dimmed eyes were utterly unlike the bright, blade orbs that had danced so mirthfully. Her stature, too, had shrunk. 1 was struck with wonder. Elizabeth could not be more than lifl.v- six. years old. I had been away twenty years; Hose was fifteen when f left i her, and I had heard Elizabeth say that she was only twenty-one at the time of her darling's weaning. But, what a change! She had such an air of weary grief that my heart grew sick. Advancing to her side, I touched her arm. She turned, but neither spoke nor seemed aware of my presence. Soon, however, she rose, and, helping herself along by grasping the scanty furniture, tottered to a window and peered out. Her right hand crept to her throat; she untied the string of her fjown and took from her bosom a pomander set in a battered silver case. I cried out: -Rose had loved that toy in her childhood; thousands of times had we played ball with it. * * * Elizabeth held it to her mouth and mumbled it, as if it, were, a baby's hand. Maddened with impatience, f caught her shoulder and roughly bade her say where I should find Rose. But som«- thing awoke in her eyes, and she shrank away to the other side of the house-place. I followed; she cowered on the floor, looking at mo with a strange horror. Her lips uegan to move, but no sound issued. Only when I crossed to the threshold did she rise; tind then her head moved wildly from side to side, and her hands pressed close to her breast, as if the pain there AV(»re too great to endure. I ran from the place, not daring to f.-oli back. In a few minutes I readied iho balustraded wall of the hall garden. The house looked as if no careful hand had touched it for years, The elements had played havoc with its oriels, and H'nny of the latticed frames liung on single! hinges, The> curtain of the blue XHirlor hung outside, draggled and faded, and half-hidden by a thick jfrowbh of bindweed. With an almost savage force I raised iny arm high above my head and brought my list down upon the central panel of the door. There was no need for such. violence, for tho decayed fastenings made no resistance, and some- of the rotten boards fell to the 'ground. As I entered the hall and saw the ancient furniture, once so fondly Uept, now mildewed and crumbling to 4ust, quick sobs burst from my throat. How miiny carols had wo sung to its music! As I passed my foot struck one of l<he logs, and the rickety structure groaned as if it were coining to pieces; I thrust out my hand to steady it, hut at my touch the velvet covering of the lid came off and the tiny gilt orua- jnoats rattled downward, l?y now the* full moonlight pierced the window and quivered on the floor. As* J giiK'-d on the trcimilous pattern it •Changed into quaint devices of hearts, •daggers, rings and U thousand other tokens. All suddenly another object glided among them so quickly that I wondered whether my eyes had been $t fault—)! tiny satin shoe, staled criin- »oa Across the lappets, A. rcyulsioji of came fa w away nil my fear, t had seen that self-same shoe, white and tinsollea, Mvonty yonfs • before, when tain, vain Hose danced among he? reapers at, the harvest home. And my voice cried out in ecstasy: "Rose, heart of mine! Delight of all the world's delights'" She stood before me, wondering, amazed. Alas, so changed! The red and yellow silk shawl still covered her shoulders; her hair still hung in those eldritch curls. But the beautiful face had grown wan and tired, and across the forehead were drawn lines like silver threads. She threw her arms around tny neck, and, pressing her bosom heavily on mine, sobbed so ]>it- eously that I grew afraid for her and drew back the long masses of hair which had fallen forward, and kissed again and again those lips that,were too lovely for simile. Never came a word of chiding from them. ".Love," she said, when she had regained her breath, "the past struggle was sharp nnd torturing—(tie. future struggle will be crueller still. AVIiat a. great love yours was, to wait and trust for so. long. Would that mine had been so powerful! Poor, weak heart that I could not endure!" The tones of a wild fear throbbed through all her speech, strongly, but yet with insufllcient power to prevent her form feeling the tenderness of those moments. Often, timorously raising her head from my shoulder, she looked iinmnd, and then turned with a soft, inarticulate ,-ind glad murmur to hide her face on my bosom. 1 spoke fervently; told of the years spent away from her; how, when working in the diamond Holds, she had ever been present in my fancy; how, at night, her name had fallen from my lips in my only prayer; how I had dreamed of her among the. greatest In the land— the richest, and". 1 dare swear, the loveliest woman In the world. I grow warmer still; all the gladness which had been constrained for so long now burst wildly from tny lips; a myriad of rich ideas resolved into words, which, being spoken, wove one long and delicious fit of passion. As we stood together the moon brightened and ('died the chamber with a light like the day's. The ridges of the surrounding moorland stood out in sharp relief. Hose drank in my declarations thirstily, but soon interrupted me with a heavy sigh. "Come away," she said, softly; "I no longer live in this house. You must slay with me to-night. This place is so wretched now; for time, thai; in you and mo has only strengthened love, has brought much ruin here." .1-InIf hsining on me, she led me from Uio precincts of Bretton Hall. Wo walked in silence over the wr.sVo that crowns the valley of the Whitelands, and, being near I'ho verge of th-j rocks, saw (he great pine wood sloping down- war 1. lighted near us by the moon, but soon lost, in density. Along the mysterious line- where the light changed into gloom, intricate shadows of withered summer bracken struck and receded in a mimic battle. Before us lay UK; Priest's CHIT. The moon was veiled here by a grove of elms, whose ever- swayiup branches alternately increased and lessened her brightness. This was a. place of notoriety—a veritable Golgotha—a, haunt lit only for demons. Murder and theft had been punished here, and to this day fireside stories are told of evil women dancing around that Druids' circle, carrying hearts plucked from gibbeted bodies. "Hose," I whispered, "why have you brought me here.'?" .She made no reply, but pressed her head more closely to my shoulder. Scarcely had my lips closed than a sound like a hiss of a half-strangled .snake vibrated among the trees. It grew louder and louder. A monstrous shadow hovered above. Hose, from my bosom, murmured: "Love is strong as Dealli! Love is strong as Death!" T locked her in my arms so tightly that she grew breathless. "Hold me!" she panted. "Yon arc strong." A cold hand touched our foreheads so that, benumbed, we sank together to the ground, to fall instantly into a dreamless slumber. AVhen I awoke the clear, gray light of the early morning had spread over the country. Beyond the hall garden the sun was just bursting through the clouds, and had already spread a long golden haze along the horizon. The bubbling of the streamlet that runs down to Halkton was so distinct that it seemed almost at my side. How sweetly the wild thyme smolt! Filled with the tender recollections of the night, without turning I called Hose Pascal from her sleep. "Sweetheart, sweetheart, waken! waken! waken! See how glad the world looks—see the omens of a happy future." No answer came. I sat up, and, looking around me, saw that I was alone. A square stone lay near. When the sun was high 1 crept to read the inscription,carved thereon: "Here, at four cross-paths, lleth, with a stake through the bosom, the body of Hose. Pascal, who, in her sixteenth year, wilfully cast away the life God gave." GOYKENOll II«nv Sliivc-s Trenlctl niicumailNiit. Evory colored man of the old slavery duys understood the treatment of rheumatism, often better than the moat skilled medical graduate. The colored people, are peculiarly subject to rheumatism and learned to treat it thom- Holvps with (.front success. Tho system that they employed was that of mechanical manipulation and consisted of rubbinjf, pummeling and pressure witli the hunil or by moans of n. compress. If one mot'hod clkl not answer they tried another and in one of the throe were, almost certain to secure relief and by persistent use a permanent euro.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. A Sui-e Beatrice— And oh, I'a! I'm sure you might be proud of Charley as a son-in- law. He's so clever— wr\tes long articles for the magazines on the money auction. Pii—I-If! does, oh? Then I'll send him to the riyht-about mighty quick. I'm p.ot going to have you marry u yauper, — I'ucu. An 1'iu-u V'u Miss Kec'dioli- -Doesa't Sue Gaskett put ou an awful lot of style? Miss FosiUck 1 — Yes, she floes. Khe nevor goc s, to a etoro uiu] b^uys n tlrcss; 6lie goes tt< ft shop au4 puvchases ^ SUBJECt OF t>ft. TAUMAdE'S TALKTHROUC5H tHB AtSt« 2-t: *x*—foil* ffreinblod nn«l An* Bwerod: "Go Tliy Way for Iflils 1'lJna, MUCH I JJnvn n Cniivrnleiit Simoon 1 Will Call for You." A city of marble was Cesaroa— wharves of marble, houses of marble, temples of marble. This being the ordinary architecture of the place, you may imagine something 1 of the splendor of'Gov. Felix's residence. In a room of that palace, floov-tesselated, windows curtained, ceiling' fretted, tho whole scene affluent with Tyrian purple, and statues, and pictures, and carvings, sat a very dark-complexioned man by the name of Felix, and beside him a woman of extraordinary beauty, whom he had stolen by breaking up another domestic circle. 8he was only IS years of age, a princess by birth, and unwittingly waiting for her doom —that of being buried alive in the ashes and scoria) of Mount Vesuvius, which in sudden eruption, one day, put an end to her abominations. Well, one afternoon Di-usilla, seated in the palace, weary with the magnificent stupidities of the place, says to Felix: "You have a very distinguished prisoner, I believe, by the name of Paul. Do you know ho is one of my conn try- men? I should very much like to see him, and I should very much like to hear him speak, for 1 have heard so much about his eloquence. Besides that, the other day, when he was being tried in another room of this palace, and the windows were open, I heard tho applause that greeted the speech of Lawyer Ter- tullus, as he denounced Paul Now, I vdry much wish I could hear Paul speak. Won't you let mo hear him speak?" "Yes," said Felix, "I will. 1 will order him up now from the guard-room." Clank, clank, comes a chain up the marble stairway and there is a shuttle-, at the door, and in comes Paul, a little old man, prematurely old through exposure—only 00 years of age, but looking as though ho were bO. He bows very courteously before the governor and the beautiful woman by his side. They say: "Paul, wo have heard a great deal about your speaking; give us now a specimen, of your eloquence." Oh! if there ever was a chance for a man to show off, Paul hud a chance there. He might have harangued them about Grecian art, about the wonderful water works ho had seen at Corinth, about tho Acropolis by moonlight, about prison life in Philippi, about 'what I saw in Thessalonica," about the old mythologies; but "So!" Paul said to himself: "f am now ou the way to martyrdom, and this man and woman will soon be dead, and this is my only opportunity to talk to them about thu things of eternity." And just there and then, there broke iu upon the scene a peal of thunder, It was the voice of a judgment day speaking through the words of tho decrepit apostle.. As that grand old missionary proceeded with his remarks, the sloop begins to go out of his shoulders, aud he rises up, and his countenance is illumined with the glories of a future life, and his shackles rattle and grind as he. lifts his fettered arm, and with lit burls \ipon his abashed auditors the bolts of God's indignation. 1: ' el i x grew very white about the lips. Hjis heart beat unevenly, lie put his haijd to his brow, as though to stop tile quickness and violence of his thoughts. He drew his robe tighter about hiiji, as under a sudden chill. His cyCs glare and his knees shake, and, as ho clutches the side of his chair in a veiy paroxysm of terror, he orders tie sheriti to take Paul back to tho guftid. room. "Felix trembled, aud said, Go thy way for this time; when 1 luivo a convenient season, I will call fir thee." A young man came one uigljt to our services, with pencil in hanij, to caricature the whole scene, anjd make mirth of those who should express any anxiety about their souli; but 1 met him at the door, his fa: e very white, tears running down 1,s cheek, as he said, "Do you think thajo is any chance for me'. 1 " Felix tren>- bled, and so may God grant it may so with others. I propose to give you two or t reasons why 1 think Felix scut Paul buck to tho guard room and adjourniji this whole subject of religion. Tie Qrst reason was, he did not want 80 give up his sins. He looked arouuj; there was Drusilla. Ho know thjt when he became a Christian, he mut send her buck to Azinus, her lowf husband, and he said to himself, will risk the destruction of my immc tal soul, sooner than I will do that How many there art) now who can n yet to be Christians, because they w not abandon their sius! In vain c 1 their prayers and O.11 their church g ing. "You can not keep these daiiii sins aud win heaven; and now souio you will have to decide between ti J wine cup, and unlawful amusement, and lascivious gratifications on 01 > hand and eternal salvation on tip other. • Duliluh sheared the locks Samson; (Salome danced Herod in ; the pit; Drusilla blocked up the wi; to heaven for Felix, Yet when I pj sent the subject now, I fear that son of you will say, "Not quite yet. D be so precipitate in your demands, have ft few tickets yet that 1 have i use. 1 have a. few engagements tha' ; tnust keep. I want to stay a Ut(j longer in the whirl of convivialty-) few more guffaws of unclean lauglit' a, few more steps on the road to dea and then, sir, 1 will listen to wUaty say. '(Jo thy way for this time; whf J have a convenient season, I will ci for thee.'" Another ropfaon why Felix sent Pa/ back to the guard rot,.aajid,adjourni this subject \vsv», ho \yas so. very bus? IB opdjBary times lip foun,d, t5}e af aj traordinary times, ^he whole land was ripe f of in&urreetio'n. The Sicafii, a band -of assassins, xvero already prowling abound the 'palace, and 1 suppose ho thought, "1 can't attend to religion while I atft so pressed by affairs of state." It w.afc business, attong other things, that rtiiued Jus soul, and I suppose thcfe are thousands of people who are not. children of God because they have so much business. It is business ill the store— losses, gains, unfaithful employes. It is business iu your law office—subpoenas, writs you have to write out, papers you have to flic, arguments you have to make. It is your medical pro- •fessiou, witli its broken nights, and the exhausted anxieties of ).lfe hanging upon your treatment. It is your real estate office, your business with landlords and tenants, and the failure of men to meet their obligations with you. Ay, with some of those who are here, it is tho annoyance of the kitchen, atid the sitting- room, and the parlor—the wearing economy of trying to meet large expenses with n small income. Ten thousand voices of "business, business, business," drown the voice of tho Internal spirit, silencing the voice of tho advancing judgment day, overcoming the voice of eternity; and they can not hear, they can not listen. They say, "Go thy way for this time." Somo of you look upon your goods, look upon your profession, you look upon your memorandum-books, and you see the demands that are made this very week upon your time and your patience and your money; and while I am entreating you about your soul and the danger of procrastination you say, "Go thy way for this time; when I have a convenient season, 1 will call for thee." Oh, Felix, why bo bothered about the affairs of this world so much more than about thu affairs of eternity? Do you not know that when death comes you will have to stop business, though it be in the most exacting period of it—between the payment of tho money and the taking of tho receipt? The moinont he comes you will have to go. Death waits for no man, however high, however low. Will you put your office, will you put your shop in comparison with tho affairs of an eternal world? Affairs that involve thrones, palaces, dominions eternal? Will you put :.'00 acres of ground against immensity? Will you put forty or fifty years of your life against millions of ages? Oh, Felix, you might better postpone everything else! for do you not know that tho upholstering of Tyrian purple in your palace will fade, and the marble blocks of C'csarea will crumble aud thu breakwater at the beach, made of great blocks of stone sixty feet long, must give way before the perpetual wash of the sea; but the redemption that Paul otl'crs you will be forever? And yet, and yet, and yet you wave him back to the guard room, saying, "Go thy way for this time; when I. have a convenient season I will call for thee." Again, Felix adjourned this subject of religion and put oil! Paul's argument, because he could notgivoupthe honors of the world. He was afraid somehow ho would be compromised himself in this matter. Kcmarks he made afterward showed him to bo intensely ambitious. Oh, how he hugged the favor of men! I never saw the honors of this world in their hollowuess and hypocrisy so much as in tho life and death of that wonderful man, Charles iSumner. As he went toward tho place of burial, even Independence hall, in Philadelphia, asked that his remains stop there on their way to Boston. The flags were at half-mast, and the minute- guns on Boston Common throbbed after Ilia heart had ceased to beat. Was it always so? While ho lived, how censured of legislative resolutions, how caricatured of thu pictorials; how charged with every motive mean and ridiculous; how all tho urns of scorn and hatred and billings! gate emptied upon his head; how, when struck down iu senate chamber, there were hundreds of thousands of people who said, "Good for him, served him right!" how he had to put the ocean between him and his maligners, that he might have a little peace, and how, when he went off sick, they said ho was brokenhearted because he could not get to be President or secretary of stiite. Oil Commonwealth of Massachusetts! who is that man who sleeps in your public hall, covered with garlands and wrapped in the stars and stripes? Is that tho man who, only a few mouths before, you denounced as the foo of republican and democratic institutions? Is that tho same man? Ye American people, yo could not by one week of funeral euloginin and newspaper leaders, which tho dead senator could neither read nor hear, atone for twonty-iivo years of maltreatment and caricature. When I see a man like that, pursued by all tho hounds of tho political kennel so long as ho lives, and then buriod under a groat pile of garlands, and amidst tho lamentations of a whole nation, I say to myself: What an unutterably hypocritical thing is all human applause and all human favor! You took twenty-five years in trying to pull down his fame, and then take twenty-live years in trying to bui,ld his monument. My friends, was there ever a better commentary on tho hoi- lowness of all earthly favor? If there are young men who read this who are postponing religion in order that they may have the favors of this world, let me persuade them of their complete folly, If you ara looking 1 forward to gubernatorial, senatorial or Presidential chair, lot mo show you your great mistake. Can it be that thero is now any young man saying, ''Let me have political olnce, let me have some of the high, positions of trust anA potyer, and then I will attien^ to religion; but now 'Up thy way |or J Jiava. t cQjjyeijtent; And now my subject takes a deeper tSne, and it shows what a dangerous thing is this deferring of religion. When Paul's chain rattled down the marble stairs of Felix, that was Felix's last chance for heaven, .fudging from his character afterward, he was reprobate and abandoned. And SO was Drusilla. One day in southern Italy there wai a trembling of the earth, and the aif got black with smoke interehot with liquid rocks, and Vesuvius rained upon Drusilla and upon her son a horrible tempest of ashes and fire. They did not reject religion; they only put it off. They did not understand that that day, that that hour when Paul stood before them, was the pivotal hour upon which everything was poised, aud that it tipped the wrong wayV'-Thc-Ii'fee-uynnient season came when Paul and his guardsman entered tlio palace; it went away when Paul nnd his guardsman left. I lave you never seen men waiting for a convenient season? There is such a great fascination about it, that though you may have great respect to tho truth of Christ, yet somehow there is in your soul the thought, "Not quite yet ft is not time for me to become a Christian." 1 say to a boy, "Seek Christ." He nays, "No; \vait until I get to be a young man." I say to the young man, "Seek Christ," Me says, "VVait until I come to mid-life." I meet the same person in mid-life, and I say, "Seek Christ." He says, "Wait until I get old." I moot the same person in old age, and say to him, "Seek Christ." He says, '"Wait until I am on my dying bed." I am called to his dying couch. His last moments have come. I bend over the couch and listen for his last words. I have partially to guess what they are by tho motion of his lips, he is so feeble; but rallying himself, he whispers, until I can hear him say, "I—am—waiting— for—a—more—convenient—season " — and lie is gone! May God Almighty forbid that any of you, my brethren or sisters, act the part of Felix and Drusilla, and put away this great subject. If you are going to be saved over, why not begin to-night? Throw down your sins and take the Lord's pardon, Christ has been tramping after you many a day. An Indian and a white man became Christians. The Indian, almost as soon as he heard the gospel, believed and was saved; but the white man struggled on in darkness for a long while before he found light,. After their peace in Christ, tho white man said to the Indian, "Why was it that 1 was kept, so long in the darkness,and you immediately found peace?" The Indian replied, "I will tell you. A prince comes along, and he offers yon a coat. You look at your coat, and you say, 'My coat is good enough, and you refuschis offer;but the prince comes along and he offers me the coat, and 1 look at my old blanket and I throw that away, and take his offer. You, sir," continued tho Indian, "are clinging to your own righteousness, you think you are good enough, and you keep your righteousness; but I have nothing, nothing, and so when Jesus offers me pardon and peace, I. simply take it." My reader, why not now throw away the worn-out blanket oi your sin aud talce the robo of a Savi- iour's righteousness—a «robe so white, so fair, so lustrous, that no fuller [on earth cau whiten it? O, shepherd, tonight bring home the lost sheep! O, father, to-night give a welcoming kiss to tho wan prodigal! O, friend of Lazarus, to-night break down tho door of the semilchre, and say to all those dead souls as by irresitible fiat, 'Live! Live!" T. DuWlTT TALMAfll'. ETCHINGS AND ECHOES. Krupp has made fully 30,000 guns of large caliber for the armies of Europe. Lawn is fine linen bleached on the lawn instead of tho ordinary drying ground. A new set of stamps are to be issued by tho French government. Prizes are offered for the most suitable designs. It cost $40,000,000 to maintain our army last year. The expenses in our war department iu the year 18U5 wora $1,031,000,000. Of pooplo in tho United Kingdom above tho ago of 00, rich and poor alike, one in seven is said to be in receipt of parish relief. lionjamm Wells is said to bo tho oldest ticket agent in tho railway service in tho United States. Ho is 80 years old and for fifty-seven years has beczx stationed at Elkton, Mil., as the agent for the Philadelphia, Wilmington^ and Baltimore railroad. An ounce of the tincture of ben- zoin added to half a pint of distilled water makes an excellent wash for keeping tho skin soft and free from chapping 1 , Apply it night and morning, and after every ablution, Mr. and Mrs. R'iley of Cincinnati found their daughter, who had been missing for over twenty years, a few days ago. The girl was living but live doors from where the Eileys reside when her identity was discovered. While Martin Larson was digging a cellar on his farm near Uarles, Yatea county, N. Y., the other day, he claims to have unearthed the skeleton of a man who must have been nearly sovori feet high, Further digging 1 showed that Larson had invaded an Indian cemetery, unearthing a wine of aboriginal relics. This story is told at the expense of the empress of Austria, in connection with royal photographs. Permission to be grunted a sitting by her majesty was always refused, till one up-to- date photographer issued to the trade a countarf'-sit presentment, which was so unlike as to be almost a caricature, The royal vanity was touched, and thenceforth appeared more pleasing and much more truvMul portraits of jjBfflWpglHtaj'IK™ imuMM*"*"™*—• Hood's is Good "I Jiavo boon troubled with that tifod fe«- teg. nlso loss of appetite. I could not sleep at tifebt, my face broko out in pimples, and I uaa headache almost con- tlmially. Last April I concluded to try Hood's Sarsaparllla and now my troubles are all gono. I gave Hood'a Sarsaparilla to my baby, not yet eiffht months old, for sores on Ills body, and It cured him. Mns. W. 3- ROACH, Kllbonrne, Illinois. Hood's Pills aro especially prepared to bo taken filth Hood's Sarsapai-illa. 23c. per box. ^ FlnoStaol. Keen nan razor. Good, strong handle. 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A /~t lj>ATT|TS lJtinenrnrroaiS5to$50perdaysBll- AUrUN 10 Ing stock Incorporation tUatjvlll pay Inrso dividend's; money lonuoJ at (I porcent on easy term*. Vnvllunlara apply w »• P A \4''i ,.= Mf/r., I! 1 8 I. L. & T. ItulliUng, »"* Mollies. Address Den 02-04 Clapp Block, DCS Moines, la. $35,000,000 Assessable Capital; $15,000 Cash on Hand. §25,000 in. Losses Paid in 1893 and 1893. Only assessed its members $3 per thousand in ten j'cars. Write this week. Agents wanted. Billiard and Pool Tnblun, liar Olasswaro. Send tor catalogue. <^ato Olt.r p»i \f"lPI I DiCG o.Omulmr tffL i UCCBIO BSadamo Rupport'o .... A pl>n>d[Uln£ the fact tlmt thousands oElnilfea oftlie U. R. liiiYttnotusfxl myFnce Blotch, on ncconnt of price, which In $2 per bottle, and In order that M.I, m.iy glvQ it n fair trial, I will fienil a Snmplu Dottle, fiafely pftckfi), all p charitra prcnnli!, oa receipt of Sto. FACE f BLKA.CU removes and cnrea olisoluwly all frccliloH, plmplrs, moth, lilacl(hei;<lB, nallow. 1 new, win*, t-fEcina, ivrinkles, or rotighi"'«i of flkin.ninl iterti titles Iliecomplexlon. Ailrtre«l^ Mme. A. RUPPERT,0 C. 14th St.,N.Y.CIt». TKUATED FREE. Positively Cured wltli Voi;nculilo Kemodles. Uaveourod thoiisanda ofousos. Cure eases pro-, nounced hopeless by best physicians.Prom tlrstdosa symptoms disappear; In ton days at least tvro-lnlrds nil symptoms removed. Send for free book testimonials of inlraimlous euros. Ten days' treatment free by mail. If you order tvinl nend lUo In stamp* U) pay postnge. rm.H.H.UiiKEN&SoNS.Atlanla.Ga. If you order trial return tills advertisement to n& Davis' Cream Separator Churn, power hot water wad. fuort cooker combined. Agents wanted. Send for circular. AH Kisses Hand Cream Separators, Davis & Kanltiu U, & M. Do. Chicago. BEST LINE EAST —TO THE— Mountains, bakes and Seashore* Vestibule trains to New York 0n4 Bostom ASK FOE TICKETS VIA THE ». O. MoCQlWIOR, D. II ?M». ts^SHa Mauler. Qow, Pass, (un) T, A* CINCINNATI-

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