A WORK OF ART. "The Tex»rltanA Gnteiray to T«x» and the South wont. Is the name of a handsome publication recently Issued by the Iron Mountain RouLe, consisting of 224 pages of descriptive matter, interspersed with 600 beautiful half-tone illustrations. It Is the most comprehensive and typographically the handsomest work o£ its kind ever Issued on the state of Texas, and is really a commercial and industrial history of the state. Any one read- Ins this will have an excellent idea of the vast resources and great possibilities of the Lone Star State. The book was gotten up by the St. Louis, Iron Mountain & Southern Railway and its connections in the state of Texas for distribution In the north and cast, with the view of attracting immigration, investors, tourists and seekers after health. It is in every way a valuable contribution to the current literature ot the clay, and is calculated to be of great service to the sttite of Texas. A copy of this publication will be mailed free on application to any passenger representative of the Missouri Pacific Railway—Iron Mountain Route—or may be had by addressing H. C. Townsend, General Passenger Agent, St, Louis. • Only OIID of the Kind. "Most extraordinary man." "In what way?" "I think he's the only man in the country who hne a manufacturing place of any description and hasn't begun to make bicycles." Don't Tobacco Spit and Smoke Your Life Away. II you warn to quit tobacco ii.ting easily > and forever, r(!£:iin k<st manhood bo nuido well, strong, magnetic, full or ne\v life and i vigor, tiiku No-To-Bae, the womlci'-woi-kcr that make.-i \vcnk men strong. Many pi in I ten poinnis in UMI iliiy*. Over 4110,(I 0 cured. Bnv Js'o-To-liiic from your druggist, who wil'l guarantee u cure. Booklet ami s:iinplo mailed frao. Ail. Sterling lieniedy Co., ^hicugo or New York. "•'' ' : A FARM SONO. " lite and wako whoa the dawn is prrny, When the spawosra twlttor along the eaves, Ern the sun hns smiled on a summer day And lit the clew oa the dripping lenvos, C rise from my pillow of pouuoful *ost With strength renewed, with a heart care froo, And out on tho quivering poplar's crest A. robin Is singing this song to me: Plow it, sow it, reiip it, mow it, Plow it, sow it, reup It, mow it. All morniugbuaiJe tho guu I toil- That jolly old farmer who, twin »hu Sky, Showers his blessings upon tho soil And marks my labor with kind oyo. \.nd lit noon, when my shadow's u pnco to the north, My putioat team from the traces I Tree \iid I hear tha robin o.'irullliig forth, To a hearty luae, this song for mo: Plow It, sow it, roivp ir, tnow It, 1'low it, sow it, ro;ip it, mow It, When tho evening comos with its droning soucds And the Idle gnuts in tho still nlr play, Otlho bnras audstablos I make my rounds, Till the chores are done at tliu close of day. 4nd all tho wbllo, like n spirit blest, My robin Is pouring swuet and strong, Prom the tail, dark poplar's sunlit crest Tho tinkling notes ot his sngo sweet song Plow it, sow It, reap It, mow it, Plow it, sow It, roup it, mow It. —P. JfcArthur, in Now York Truth. T'OTI-IER DEAR CHARM, A Snil Ciisi-. Little Mendicant—Please, sir, give me a nickel. Benevolent Clergyman—Have you no parents? Little Mendionnt—No, sir; I am an orphan by birth.—Texas Sifter. Tliiit .Joyful Frilling With the exhilarating sense oC renewed health and strength anil internal cleanliness, whi>h follows the use Ot .Syrup of Figs, is unknown to tlic few who have not progressed beyond the old-time medicines and the cheap substitutes sometimes offered but never accepted by tho woll- infornicd. "That woman has a great future on the stage, hasn't she?" I shouldn't •wonder. They say she has a gveat past."—New York Press. ITJiist try a me box of Cascarcts, thc/lncst liver and bowel regulator ever made. A bad man can have no possessions that are fireproof. WOMEN DISCOURAGED. BY OWENBOLEX OVEKTON,' 50 0 TJ L DN' T Good and Sufficient Reasons for tho Blues. $ Doctors Full to l>'n<Ii.>rsttiii<l That Arc Dantft'i' Sip fjj' EiH. 'mptomi A marked trait in woman's character ifi to place implicit confidence in her physician, A man must work entirely from theory in tho ^treatment of female diseases, for unfortunately facts based upon actual knowledge, belong 1 to tho female sex •alone. Many women who periodically suf- k fer with attacks of fnint- ness, dizziness, extreme lassitude, 'don't care' : or want-to-bc-lcft-alone feeling, do not at first realize that these aro the infallible symptoms of womb trouble and the forerunners of great Buffering. Soon they grow to feel tliat tho doctor does not understand their case. Then they remember that "a woman best understands a woman's ills," and turn to Mrs. Pinkliara. Tho following letter is but one positive illustration of this fact :— "Four years ago J began, to suffer with groat weakness of the generative organs. My womb was prolapsed; I suffered with continual backache and all the other pains that accompany _ that weakness. I tried doctor after doctor, had operations. The final operation after which 1 became a total wreck, was scraping of the womb. A friend, Ono day, recommended to my husband your Compound. He bought me a bottle. Tho relief I experienced after taking it, was wonderful. I .continued its use, and 1 am glad to say my recovery is a perfect surprise to everybody that knows me."—MBS. B. Br.uiiM, 49-10 San Francisco Av<\, St. Lou's. l\To. cough; you wouldn't h a v s heard me." "You might Lave sung out." "Hey?" Kearney made a trumpet of his hands. "You might huvo sung ont." "You'd hnvo thought it was a hotbox squeaking." i "There wan no necessity whatever ! for giving warning, captain." i "Thanks:, Miss Kitty. I'm pleased i to hoar it." . "Won't you come and sit clown?" Kitty's treble shrilled above the rumbling, rattling, bumping of the wheels. The captain beut over her, steadying himself, by the brake. "No," he screamed, "I'm. not tho man to be [ number three, even on the back plat- I form of n train. But I'm a britiger of ! bad news." ! Mi«s Foster gave an effective start j which resulted in bringing her tiny | hand flattering down upon Kearney's shoulder. "Oh! what?" she cried. "Only that your good mother says I am to tell you thut it is not nice for little girls to stay out on back platforms at 11 o'clock on a starry night, und that you must corno in." "But it'd BO hot end smoky in there," she answered, demurely, folding her hands and settling back against thf? car. "i can't possibly stand it; I've a most dreadful headache." She closed her eyes and threw back her head. The captain and Kearney got the full beneSt of the length and curro of her lashes and of tho earls blowing across her brow. "Miss Kitty, Miss Kitty, I fear yon are a slippery young eel." "So, I'm not. Beally, my' head does aohe. Nobody ever believes that I can feel badly or be in earnest." Her round eyes rested ou the starry sky at an angle which allowed Kearney to see that they were filled with tears. "Oh, oome, captain, don't tease the child. She has a headache, and the air's good for her. Tell Mrs. Foster that I'll bring her in directly." Thou Mis* Foster »trnar«'ed properly hard to relea e her tiu»ert>, nut Hho failed. "You mustn't hoid my iunJ," she remonstrated. "Why?" "Because." "Is thure any other good reason?" Miss Foster nodded. "Tell me." "An ongugod girl shouldn't let her hand bo helii" Kearney dropped it nu if it bnrned. Kitty took adrantngu of the noise oJ' the wheels to spe.ik hor mind u.oud— but not so loud tilint it could rnich her companion. ".Bis cUamp!" sue breathed. "I didn't know you were engaged, or I shouldn't have done it." Miss Foster, in another aside, said: "Well, Hike that!" "I know you wouldn't," she replied, with the voice of n forgiving deity. ".May I ask whoH is?" " \VeiI, I'm not exuetly ongflged yet, but I'm afraid I shall be." "That's curious." "Isn't it?" After a Inpaoof soinemomeut 0 , Miss Foster resumed; "You know when Mr. Lowell was down at the post? Well, he—he likod me o good deal. I liked bim, too—some; so he tboaght it would—woall be u Rood tiling if we wero engaged. He was dreadiully cross. Not cross exactly, but—well —stern. Ho said I nPO'led to be bound. Did you ever? I need to be bound 1 As t'uouijh I hadn't a bit of principle. Besides i's easy enough to break an engagement; at least I should think so, isn't it?" Even the infatuated Kearney found this child-like appeal for information overdone, coining from Miss Foster. ; Como oil! Miss .Kitty," he said. Miss Kitty smiled'blandly. "Perhaps it isn't, butltbouglit maybe it was. Is it wrong to break an engagement? Well, anyway, he wanted me to promise, and I didn't see the use just then; so I told him that I'd not reully be exactly engaged until the next time wo mot. I thought I'd have time to think about it by then. Well, then, when the order came for us all. to move, ho wrote down that he and a Jot of the others from Grant would be waiting for their transportation at Wiloox when our train would go by— at least, ho hoped £0, He said ho'd see me thoro at tho station when wo stopped, even if it were only for a minute, and that then I inustkoep my word, and be engaged to him." Another great sigh escaped her. for » loYinp* The Great KIDNEY, LIVER & BLADDER CURE. r.KUmvraCOu Blnghmmton,N.¥ Captain Mason shook bis head and went away. "^ppleton is looking fierce," he called back over his shoulder. "What did ho say about Lieutenant Appleton?" asked Kitty. Konruy repeated the captain's words. "Fierce? I wonder what about?" "You, perhapi." Miss Foster smiled frankly. "J don't believe BO," she saiJ. "Doesn't he still hope?" "Dear, no I" and this time there was i ring of unmistakable truth in her tones. "you threw him over rather sudden like." "J didn't; ho threw me over—truly. It was a stupid muddle about—about Mr. Sojce, and a rose, aud—things." "The 'things' leaviaroom for imagination." Miss Foster ignorid this with a smile, nnd sat sileutlj looking at tho plain as it unrolled be'oro them iu the night, like a wide ballot' diirk clotb, brooa led with greasjwood buahea. Mow and then the train, rumbled over & email trestle, and tjc white post cambering it shot past. '1'he telegraph polos whisked by, and tho wires rose and foil like tho swells of the sea. Far ott across the dark prairie a light gleamed, at long intervale, in the window of a house that was invisible; but for them it was always, mnuto after minute, hour after hour, tho whirling monotony of the plain in'the night, the steauy arch of the gray- blue uky glittering with stars. Bumble, thamu, rattle, rattle, rumble, thump, and the ground whizzed past, and the telegraph "But snroly, Miss Kitty, if you doa't care for him, you won't proiaias to marry him." "1 don't know." "Do you love him?" "I—I RUOSS ao." "Don't you know?" "I suppose not; J. suppose I don't know." Kearney woxc.d exceeding wroth at a man who would bully a trusting child into an engagement. "Why aro you permitting yourself to be brow-beaten into this?" he askod, angrily. "Ohl please don't be cross—please." She was on the verge of tears. Ho took her hand again. She was not engaged yet. ''Answer mo, Kitty." "It wouldn't be right not to, would it?" Then Kearney went boldly to work to prove that it certainly would be right not to. "But he loves me," protested Miss Foster. "So do--what if he does? You don't love him." "But I ought to; maybe I shall." And tbat was all that could be done with Kitty. Hor mother or.me to the door of the oar. "Kitty, you must oome in right away. If your head aohos, you can go to bod." obnokle whioh pressed. They drow up at tha station, where lights twinkled from the blackness all ahout them. There was no one on tho platform, there worn nono of the shouts oE welcome expected. Kearney rushed into the car. "Say, what do you think? They've loft— every lust ono of them—on the train ahi.'ad. They've got a big start of us." Miss Foster cried, "Oh!" aud beiiiaed ivitu delight. She began to believe that henvan onres for its own. "We've only three miunlos here," Kearney oalliid back over his shoulder, as he rushed out ag-aio. The trm'n had begun to move when Kearney re-nppenrocl. Ho brought with him a cnu of opslors whereof the top had been hacked open. "They're all I had tirno to get, Miss Kitty," he explained, as ho set them before her on the window-sill. Kitty was the ilnnghter of tho plains nud knew tho worth o£ an oyster. She clapped her little hands in high gloo. Sullenly Kearney's fuca fell: "By Java! I've nofuric or spoon." "vVe miglit nsa a pencil, ifyon'd snai'iien it," suggested Miss Fustor. "Or a hatpin." "tfo. I like tha pencil idea better." Then Miss Foster took th« pencil and tho enn, and went to speuring the bi- ralv«8. "They wore nice, but they've made my head aone again," murmured Miss Foster. "It's so close in here." • "Perhaps anotuer t>ronth of fresh air would do it good," Kearney suggested. "Maybe," assented she, and they slipped unnoticed out on tho back platform once more. Kitty drew ia the night air with delight, she tnlierl a bur of a song. "Oh ! I'm so-o-o happv," said fibo. "So am I," siuM Kearney, as he held hor steady, 'with hb arm half about her. "Why?" querie-.l Miss Footer, tilting back her head tu look innocently into h s eyes. Tho fluffy head was so near, tho parted lips were so childiih, the round eyes were so tender. Kearney bent over her. "Why, do you tbmk that, Kitty?" "Oh! Mr. Kearney, you mustn't," she cried, pulling aw.iy. "But you'ro not engaged," he suggested. "That's so," answered Kitty, thoughtfully. "Unless von will bo to me?" He caught both her hands and tried to force her to look him. "\Yillyoa be?" he insisted. "If you think I'd better," said Mise Foster.—The Argonaut. A Wonderful Clock. years ago a South Chicago poles darted by, and the cjol wind, heavy with the greasewosd odor, whistled around thorn, but Kitty sat looking straight be lore hor, 'and her tiny hands were still fo'ded'on har knees. She knew tbat Kearaey was wild over every moment she wasmaking him waste. , At last she sighed. It was a mighty sigh, which cost Miss Foster a severe physical effort, but she meant it to be hoard above tue rattle and the win J. It was heard; and a hand slipping wearily and carelessly trom her ( Jjnee touched the liertrenrfnt's pa'm. \ The band was oanvit—and held. '.There WM eilenot; 'My head's better now," she said, rising, "Can't I just stay up until we gettoWileox? I think m*ybe Carrie, or perhaps Mr. Lowell, will bo down there." They went back into the eloeper, where the officers and their wives sat talking and trying to keep awake ono half-hour longer until Wilcox should be reaohed. The companies from Grant were expected to be waiting there. for tho next train east, nud many pleasant meeting might be crowded into the short delay at the station. Miss Foster got a pillow and curled up on a seat. "If I fall asleep, Mr. Appleton, will yon waken me ut Wil- oox?" she requested. "Certainly, Mies Foster," he answered. Kitty closed her big, dark blue eyes and thought. She thought how fuuny it is when a mnn who has called you "Kitty," aud has been awfully ID love with you, says "Miss Fostor," and protends he is n mere acquaintance.. She thought thnb Appleton was nicer than Ferris, or ssaxe, or Lowell. JBat ho wasn't so nice as Mr. Kearney—not quite. She thought she had done very well with Mr. Kearney, rihe distm- gniwhed in tbe matter of confidences, did Kitty. She Knew tbat nothing re- ducei! a promising; situation to mere friendship so quickly and successfully as au open, frauk, whole-souled confession. Such a thing was clumsy; and Kitty loathed clumsiness in these, matters. She had had withheld enough of her plaint to tarn it cleverly to ao- 0011 nt. She had made Kesraey sorry jor her, and had reinsod his advice with prostrated grace. ' Then Miss Foster fell asleep aud dreamed rosy dreams until Appleton touched her arm with a book he had been reading. "ffo are at Wiloox, Miss Foster." "Oh! dear. What did you hit me with that hard thing for?" she onod, jumping up. "It hurt." • Her lipg trembled aud'her eyes tilled. Two jeweler calculated ho would in all probability lire forty years. Ho knew it takes at leint two ininutea to wind the ordinary house clock. At that rate Ire figured he -would, during the resl of hia life, spend about sixty days ol hTs'valiiftble time winding the clock. Then he decided to make a clock that would have to be wound but once in forty years. He spent his odd minutes at the task and has succeeded in producing a wonderful piece of mechanism— the only one ot its kind, he says, in the world. It is fifteen inches in diameter and weighs seventy-five pounds. The movement is geared so that the barrel wheel containing the mainspring revolves once m two and a half years. When this wheel has made iftv-six revolutions somebody will lave to give the Key seventeen turns. I'hi; olook will than be wound for another forty years. The first wheel !roni tho barrel wheel crowns around at the rato of one turn a year. 1'he dial plate is six inches in diameter. Every part of this near approach to porpotual motion was mude by Mr. Campbell, and the work tools most of his leisure for two years. The movement is lull jeweled. The clock will be put in .a hermetically eealed glass cafe, and it will worK in a vaonam, thus lessening friction and preventing the oil from drying. It will be impossible lor dust to got into the works. So, if no accident occurs and Mr. Campbell's calculations ar. correct, this clock will bo telliu? time, without any hand bay iig touched it, wuon Mr. Campbell's locks are white, when, tho knickerbockercd sctioolboy of today is President of the United ritatos, —Kcw Ycrk J?ross. A Minis i cr JL'ie. Denhy Dale has eaten its big Corn Law Ke_jeal .pie. It contained 112J pounds of beef, 18J pounds o; ve-»l, 112 of mutton and eixty of lamo; tho cruse was made 01 1120 pounds of nour^lld 160 of lard. The disu was ten fact loug oy HJX ami a ha.f wiae and one foot deep. Dish and pie weighed thirty-live hntuired weight and cost $l:i")U. Tho pie was drawn, in procession by sixtoon aorsus irom tho oven to the placu wuere it was cut up. it was preceded by an. eignty-year-ojd corn law agitaior, wno wan accompanied Dy nis two granosons, one rireesed in rags carrying a banner wicn the words, "Flour four shillings a atone, 1816," tueotber mgooa domes, bearing a banner insorioed, "Fjour one shilling a stone, 1896."—Aeir York San. Occupations m ttussia, Russia took on Juno llth what is called an occupation census—tnac is, enumeration of the population ao- ooriling to occupations. Toe nnmoer of persons in tna xingaom naving died dwelling.plaoea was 31,490,315. an increase of 4,202,455 ia thirteen years. £he increase nas been utmost exclusively in the class engaged in industry and obmmorce. In 1S82 for every 100 "Kitiy, child, I didn't mean. to hurt i persons ol tixed occupation 49.56 were u. . That IB— really, l.beg your classed under'the head o: agriculture " f i you. pardon, Miss Foster. "Oerc»inly, Fr->Ir. Apple ton, "she The recent ' and 50. 45 under the ue»d of industry. suow , replied, her • arm. with '•••.••• 91 Preixnt Population «f Britain. According to the latest returns of the registrar-general the population of the United Kingdom is now estimated at about 39,500,000, of whom 31,000,000 belong to England and Wales, Scotland claiming -1,000,000 and Ireland 4,r>00,000. The balance of binlis over deaths for the first three months of the present year was 131,320. COC'B Coiiuli liuunnt FK the old<-t and best, Jl ivill hr-'itl; 11)1 a colil vjnickur than unylhllli,' ••:*!•. It ft, nlwiiyBivrmtilc. Try !t. When bilious or coslivr, cat a Cascaret candy calliurUc, cure puar.-iiiRccl. lOc, 25c. Nobody works harder and pels less for it than the hypocrite. IT'S CURES I THAT COUNT. Saidso — Do you recognize that spirit photograph? Horclso — It looks familiar. "Thai's Smitlicrs, who moved -to Brooklyn."— Life. Pico's Cure for Coiisnmptlou hns boon n family moil iVine with us j-iijr-e ISO"'— J. R Madison, !!-109 «d Avo . Chicago, Ills. Brown. — You have the advantage of me. Jones. — How so? Brown — You know me. Jones— That's no advantage.— Town Topics. If tho UnUy Is CuttliiR Tertll. Be Hiiro and UM' tliivt old nml wcll-trfpij riMin'tlv. Mtti. Vflx&l.Q'K'A SonTIUNG SYIiri- tor Cliildri;" Tvrltiinif, If it is riches we want we will never find them by simply getting money. Many so-called remedies are pressed on the public attention on account of their claimed large sales. But sales cannot determine values. Salcssiniply argue good salesmen, shrewd puffery, or enormous advertising. It's cures that count. It is cures that are counted on by Ayftr's Sarsaparill.i. Its sales might be boasted. It has the world for its market. But sales prove nothing. We point only to the record of Aycr's Sarsaparilla, as proof of its merit: 50 YEARS OF CURES. Cascarets stimulate livi'r. liklncys nnd | bowels. Sever sicken, weaken or gripe. ' The door of mercy is still wide open for every sinner who will repent. . N. U. CHICAGO. VOL. XI. NO. 4O. When Answeri-i? AHvertfoments Kindly Mention This Paner. "A Good Foundation." LUC Lay your foundation with "Battle Ax/ f It is the corner stone of economy. It is the one tobacco that is both BIG and GOOD* There is no better. There is no other 5-cent plug as large. Try it and see for yourself. Proper Tires Ve hive made a study of tires—pounded them year in and year out by thousands on our wheel-testing machine, tested them for elasticity, for speed, for durability—had reports from riders and agents everywhere. Result is the •wonderfully elastic and durable Hartford Single- Tube Tires used on STANDARD OF THE WORLD Hartford Tires are easiest to repair in case of puncture, strongest, safcrly best. lumbia Art Cntalocne, Icllinc fully of all Cnhnnlil.is, nnd nf H.-jnfnrd Bicycles, inistworthy chines of lower price, is free from any Columbia agent; by mail for two 2-cer.i'siamps. POPE MFa CO., Hartford, Conn. Branch Stores and Agencies in n:ino>r every city nnd town. If Columbia5 arc /:cl projxrly represented in your vicinity, lei us know. Pro£Baf>cock, the well-known Chemist* says:— "I find that Walter Baker & Co,'s Breakfast Cocoa is absolutely pure. It contains no trace of any substance foreign to the pure roasted cocoa-bean. The color is that of pure cocoa; the flavor is natural, and not artificial; and the product is in every particular such as must have been produced from the pure cocoa-bean without the addition of any chemical, alkali, acid, or artificial flavoring: sub- < stance, which are to be detected in cocoas prepared by , u ,, tlie so-called'Dutchprocess/" • Walter Baker & Co., Lti, Dorxheier, Mass.
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