ttecIpOS. Boiled Sai.sify.—Wash and scrape a dozen roots of salsify; put in a kottie with boiling salt water. When tender, drain, take up, place in a hot dish and pour over hot cream sauce. Fried Salsify—Wash, scrape and ' boll tender one dozen roots of satisfy. Season with salt snd butter, make fine and form into small cakes; dip in beaten egg and cracker crumbs and fry brown in hot fat. Scaixopped Sai.sify—Cut In thin slices and boll tender one dozen roots; then place in a baking dish alternately a layer of cracker crumbs, then a layer of the salsify. Season each layer with pepper, salt, butter and parsley, if you have tho latter. When the dish is full pour a quart of sweet milk over it and bake one hour and a half. Browned Parsnips—Wash, scrape and cut lengthwise four or five par snips. Pnt in tho frying pan with ono teaspoonful salt, one tablespoonful sugar, one tablespoonful unmelted but ter. Pour over one pint boiling water and let them cook slowly until done and browned, when they will be de lightfully rich and toothsome. Parsnips with Pork—Take a nice piece of fresh pork having a good por tion of fat Place in a fiat-bottom kettle, pour over one quart of hot water, and boil slowly one and ono half hours. Scrape and cut length wise one-half dozen parsnips. Put in the kettle with the pork, adding salt at thU time. Boil half an hour longer wneu the water should bo evaporated. Let both pork and pars nips stew and fry down brown in the kettle, turning to browr, all sides , Mashed Parsnips—Wash and scrape six or dlght parsnips, putting them im mediately into a pan of water contain ing a tablespoonful of vinegar .to keep them from turning black. When all are cloaned put them into a kett'e of hot water and boil until tender. Pour off tho water, season with salt and butter, mash fine and put in a baking dish, put bits of butter over tho top and set in tho oven ten minutes or until the top is nicely browned. Serve very hot in tho same dish. Wrenched out of Shape. Joints enlarged and contorted by rheum atism are among the penalties for allow lag Ibis obstinate malady to gain full headway. Always is it dangerous from its liability to attack the vitals—invariably is it agonizing. Hostetter's Stomach Bitters in nothing moro clearly asserted its su premacy to the ordinary remedies for this malady than in its power to expel the rheumatic virus completely from the blood. It is safe, too, while colchicum, veratrum and miuernl poWon 4 prescribed for it are not The efficacy of the Bittern as a eleanser of the circulation is also con aplouously shown where tho poison of miasma infeots the vital fluid, or where it Is contaminated with bile. Constipation dyspepsia, "la grippe,” kidney and blad der trouble, nervousness and doblllty are also removed by it The convalescing and the aged and infirm uerivo much bene fit from its ire. —Beigen, Norway, boasts a paper church large enough to seat 1,000 persons. The building is rendered water-proof by a solution of quicklime, curdled milk and whites of eggs. —A 300-pound shark was washed up on tho beach at Sucia Island. Wash . a lew days ago. In its maw was found the re mains of a human hand, thought to be that of a Siwash • 100 Howard. 4101). The reader* ot this paper will be pleased to leam that there is at hast, one dreaded disease that eoionco has been able to cure In all Its stagos, and that is Catarrh. Ball's Catarrh Cure Is tho only liosltlvc cure now known to the medical fraterm y. Catarrh being a constitutional disease, requires a con stitutional treatment. Huir* Cntavvh Cure ie taken luteru&Uy, noting directly upon th ' blood and mucous surfaces ol the system, thereby destroying the foundation of the disease, and giving tho patient strength by Imlldiug >ro the constitution and assisting nature iu doing Its work. The proprietors have so much faith in Its curative powers that they offor One Hundred Dollars for any ease that It'fails to ouro. bond for list of testimonials. Address, F. J. I HKNF.Y & 00., Toledo, O. •a-bold by Druggists, 73c. —At a catholic convent in Fort Berth eld, N. D., all the sisters, including the mother superior, a n Indians, and tho spiritual director la a prleat of Mohawk descent. Jft*• & a. Derrfi Ol ProTldence, R. !. Widely known as proprietor of Derry's Waterproof Harness Oil, tells of his terrible sufferings from Eczema and his cure by Hood's Sarsaparilla: “Gentlemen: Fifteen ye ra ago I had an attack af InfUmrn itory rheumat am, which waa to.lowed *y Kcstmsor Salt Rheum creaking oat on my right leg. The humor spread allOTerm/ legs back and anna, a rwut M l*, of iwMi awollen and Itching t-rrlMy, ciuelnr Intense pain If the skin was broken by ecratehl ig. mu dl» charging constantly. It Is Impossible to describe Bay is years of agony ami torture. I speut Thousands of Dollars In futile elfurta to get well, and waa discouraged and reatly to die. At this time 1 waa unable to Ic town In bed, had to sit up all the time, ami wi a an able to walk without crutches. I had to told iny arms away from my body, and had to have warms, track and legs bandaged by my filthful ylfe twice a day. “Fiua.ly a friend urged me to uke Hood > Sana art la. I began by taking half a teaspoonful. My Stomach Was All Out of Order But the medicine soo t corrected this, ami In six Weeks I could sec n charge lu the condition of the humor which nearly covered my h d.\ .t w»s Srlveu to the surface »*y tite ."araaparMa, the «oo» hew led. and tltc scales fv l off. i was soon able to give up baudagoj and crutches. a d a hap *y man L was. l h d boon takliu M od s Mr a parlllaf.tr seven momlis. and since that time. 3 years, 1 have worn no ha .dagos whatever and iny legs and aims aru sound ami well. The Delight tt myself and wife at my rcc »vcry It Is traposat'd to teli. To a 1 my bushiest frieuda In Boston an aver the country, 1 recommend Hood’s Sarsaparilla from personal experience ” S. O. Dtenav, 41 Brad* lord Street, Providence, it. 1. Ifisa ars BUIsas take Uoe4'> Pills. THE TABERNACLE PULPIT Dr. Talmage Speaks on the Refuge of the Christian. Thy Rod and Thy Stair They Comfort Me ••The Faithful at All Times and Climea Will Be Sheltered In This Haven. Brooklyn, N. Y., March Dr. Tal mage's subject was the refuge offered by the Christian religion to people of all ages and every variety of character. His text was Ezekiel IT:33, -‘A goodly cedar and under It shall dwell all fowl of every wing.” The cedar of Lebanon i* a royal tree. It stands 0,01)0 feet above the level of the sea. A missionary counted the concentric circles, and found one tree 3,500 years old— long-rooted, broad branches, all the year in luxuriant foliage. The same branches that bent in the hurricane that David saw sweeping over Lebanon, rock today over the head of the American trav eler. This monarch of the forest, with its leafy fingers, plucks the honors of a thousand years, and sprinkles them upon its own upliftod brow, as though some great hallelujah of heaven had been planted upon Lebanon, and it were rising up with all its long-armed strength to take hold of the hills whence it entne. Oh! what a fine place for birds to nest in! In hot days they come thither—the eagle, the dove, the swallow, the sparrow and the raven. There is to many of us a complete fascination in the structure and habits of birds. They seem not more of earth than heaven—ever vlcillating between the two. No wonder that Audubon, with his gun, tramped through all of the American forests in search of new specimens. Geologists have spent years in finding the track of a bird's claw in the new red sandstone. There is enough of God’s architecture in a snipe's bill or a grouse's foot to con found all the universities. Musleians have, with clefs and bars, tried to catch the sound of the nightingale and robin. Among the first thing that u child notices is a swallow at the caves; and grandfather goes out with a hand ful of crumbs to feed the snow-birds The bible is full of ornithological al lusions. The birds of the bible are not dead and stuffed, like those of the museum, but living birds, with flutter ing wings and plumage. “Behold the fowls of the air,” says Christ. "Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and thou hast set thy nest among the Btars, thence will I* bring the down,” exclaimsObadiah. “Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the pea cocks?” says Job David describes his desolation by saying, “I am like a pel ican of the wilderness; I am like an owl of the desert; I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the housetop.” “Yea, the storlc in tlio heaven knowoth her appointed time; and the turtle, and the crane, and the swallow ob serve tbe time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the Lord”—so says Jeremiah. Ezekiel in my text Intimates that Christ is the cedar, and the people from all quarters are the birds that lodge among the branches. “It shall be a goodly cedar, and under it shall dwell all fowl of every wing. ” As In Ezekiel's time, so now—Christ is a goodly cedar, and to him are flying all kinds of people young and old, rich and poor; men high-soaring as the eagle, those fierce as the raven, and those gentle as the dove. “All fowl of every wing.” First, the young may come. Of the 1,893 years that have passed since Christ came, about 1,000 have been wasted by the good in misdirected ef forta Until Robert Raikes came, there was no organized effort for sav ing the young. We spend all our strength trying to bend old trees,when a little pressure would have been suffi cient for the sapling. We let men go down to the very bottom of sin before we try to lift them up, It is a great deal easier to keep a train on the track than to get it on when it is off. The experienced reinsman checks the fiery steed at the first jump, for when he gets in full swing, the swift hoofs clicking fire from the pavement, and the bit between his teeth, his momen tum Is irresistible. It is said that the young must be allowed to sow their “wild oats ” I have noticed that those who sow their wild oats seldom try to raise any other kind of crop. There are two opposite destinies. If you are going to heaven, you had better take the straight road, and not try to go to Iloston by the way of New Orleans. What is to be the history of this multi tude of young people around me today? I will take you by the hand and show yon a glorious sunrise. I will not whine about this thing, nor gronn about it; but come, young men and maidens, Jesus wants you. Uis hand is love; his voice is music; his smile is heaven. Religion will put no handcuffs on your wrist,no hopples on your feet, no brand on your forehead. I went through the heaviest snow storm I have ever known to see a dy ing girl. Her cheek on the pillow was white as the snow on the casement Her large round eye had not lost any of its lustre. Loved ones stood all around the bed trying to hold her back. Her mother could not give her up; and one nearer to her than either father or mother was frantic with grief. I said, “Fanjiy, how do you feel?" “Oh," she said. “happy! happy! Mr. Talmage, tell all the young folks that religion will make them happy." As t came out of the room, louder than all the Bobs and •vailings of grief I heard the clear, weet, glad voice of the dying girl; ■ Good night; we shall meet again on the other side of the river.” The next Sabbath we buried her. We brought white flowers and laid them on the coffin. There was in all that crowded church but one really happy and de lighted face, and that was the face of Fanny. Oh! I wish that now my Lord Jesus would go through this audience and take all these flowers of youth and garland them on his brow. The cedar is a fit refuge for birds of bright est plumage and swiftest wing. See, they fly! they fly! “All fowl of every wing. ” Again: I remark that the old may some, You say, "Suppose % ■»>«„ has i so go on crutches; suppose he Is blind, tuppose he Is deaf; suppose that nine tenths of his life has been wasted.” Then I answer, come with crutches; come old men, blind and deaf, come to Jesus. If you would sweep your I hand around before your blind eyas, I the first thing you would touch would be the cross. It is hard for an aged { man or woman to have grown | old with out religion. Their taste is gone. The peach and the grape have lost their flavor. They suy that | somehow fruit does not taste as it used | to. Their hearing gets defective, and ; they miss a great deal that is said in {tlieir presence. Their friends have all i gone, and everybody seems so strange. ! The world seems to go away, and they | are left all alone. They begin to feel I in the way when you come into the ; room where they are, and they move their chair nervously, and say, "I hope I am not in the way. ” Alas! that father and mother should ever be in the way. When you were sick, and they sat up all right rocking you, Bing ing to you, administering to you. did they think that you were in the way? Are you tired of the old people? Do you snap them up quick sud sharp? You will be cursed to the bone for your in gratitude and unkindness! Oh, it is hard to be old without re ligion—to feel this world going away, and nothing better coming. If there be any here who have gone far on without Christ, I address you deferentially. Yon have found this a tough world for old people. Alas! to have aches and pains, and no Christ to sootho them. 1 want to givp you a cane better than that yon lean on. It is the cane that the bible speaks of when it says, ”Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort mo.” 1 want to give you better spectacles than those you now look through. It is the spiritual eye sight of divine grace. Christ will not think that you are in the way. Does your head tremble with the plsy of old age? Lay it on Christ's bosom Do you feel lonely now that your companions and children arc gone? 1 think Christ has them. They are safe in his keep ing. Very soon he will take you where they are. I tune hold of your arm and try to lead you to a place where you can put down all your bur den. Go with me. Only a little while longer, and your sight- will come aguln, and your hearing will come again, and with the strength of an immortal athlete, you will step on the pavement of heaven. No crutches in heaven; no sleepless nights in heaven; no cross looks for old people. Dwell ing there for ages, no one will say: “Father, you know nothing about this; step back; you are in the way.” Oh, how many dear old folks Jesus i has put to sleep! How sweetly he has closed their eyes! How gently folded their arms! How he has put his hand on tlieir silent hearts and said: “Rest now, tired pilgrim. It is all over. The tears will never start again. Hush! Ilushl" So he gives his beloved sleep. | 1 think the most beautiful object on j earth is an old Christian, the hair I white, not with the frots of winter,but I the blossoms of the tree of life. I never feel sorry for a Christian old man. Why feel sorry for those upon whom tlio glories of tlio eternal world are about to burst? They are going to the goodly cedar. Though their wings are heavy with age, God shall renew their strength like the eagle, and they shall make their nest in the cedar. “Ail fowl of every wing.” Again; The very bad, the outrage ously sinful, may'ome. Men talk of the grace of Qod, as though it were so many yards deep. I’coplo point to the dying thief as an encouragement to the sinner. How much better it would be to point to our own case and say, "If God saved us, he can save anybody.” There may be those here who never had one earnest word said to them about their souls. Consider me as put ting my hand on your shoulder and looking in your eye. God has been good to you. You ask, “How do you know that? He has been very hard on me.” “Where did you come from?” “Home.” "Then you have a home. "Have you ever thanked God for your home? Have you children?” “Yes." "Have you ever thanked God for your children? Who keeps them safe? Were you ever sick?” “Yes.” “Who made you well? Have you been fed every day? Who feeds you? Put your hand on your pulse. Who makes it throb? Listen to the respiration of your lungs. Who helps you to breathe? Have you a Bible in the house, spread ing before you the future life? Who gave you that bible?" Oh! it has been a story of goodness and mercy all the way through. You have been one of God’s pet children. Who fondled you. and caressed you, and loved you? And when you went astray and wanted to come back, did he ever refuse? I know of a father who. after his son came back the fourth time, said, "No, I forgave you three times, but I will never forgive you again.” And the son went oil and died. Hut God takes back his children the thousandth time as cheerfully as the first As easily as with my handkerchief I strike the dust off a book, God will wipe out all your sins. There nre hospitals for “incurables. ” When men are hopelessly sick, they are sent there. Thank God! there is no hospital for spiritual incurables. Though you had the worst leprosy thut ever struck a soul, your flesh shall come again like the flesh of a little child. O, this mercy or God! I ain told it is an ocean. Then I place on it four swift-sailing crafts, with compass and charts, and choice rigging, and skillful navigators, and I tell them to launch away, and discover for me the extent of this ocean. That craft puts out in one direction and sails to the north; this craft to the south; this to the east; this to the west They crowd on all their canvass, and sail 10,000 years, and one day come up to the har bor of heaven, and I shout to them from the beach, “Have you found the shore?" and they answer. “No shore to I God's mercy!” Swift angels, dispatched ■ from the throne, attempt to go across ! it. For a million years they fly and flv, I but then come back and fold their j wings at the foot of the throne, and i cry, "No shore! no shore to God’s j mercy!" Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! I sing it II preach it. I pray it. Here I find a I man bound hand and foot to the devil, | but with one stroke of the hammer of God’s truth the chains fall off and he | is free forever. Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! . There is no depth it cannot | fathom, there is no height it | cannot scale, there is no infinity it cannot compass. I take my stand I under this goodly cedar, and see the flocks flying1 thither. They are torn with the shot of temptation, and wounded, and sick and scurred. Poms fought with iron beak, some once feasted on carcasses, some were fierce of eye and cruel of talon, tut they came, flock after flock—“all Jowl of every wing.” ! Again: all the dying will find their nest in tiiis goodly cedar. It is cruel to destroy a bird s nest, but death docs not hesitate to destroy one. There was a beautiful nest in the next street Lovingly the parents brooded over it There were two or three little robins in the nest The senriet fever thrust its hot hands into the nest, and the birds are gone. Only those are safe i who have their nests in the goodly cedar. They have over them “the [feathers of the Almighty.” Oh! tc have those soft, warm, eternal wings stretched over us! Let storms beat, and the branches of the cedar toss on the wind—no danger When a storm comes, you can see the birds flying tr the woods. Ere the storm of death comes down, let us fly to the goodly cedar. Of what great varieties heaven will bt made up! There come men who once were hard and cruel, and desperate in wickedness, yet now, soft and changed by grace, they come into glory: “Ail fowl of every wing.” And here they come, the children who were reared ir loving home circles, flocking through the gates of life: “All fowl o) every wing.” These were white, and came from northern homes these were black, and ascended from southern plantations; these were copper-colored, and went np from In dian reservations: “All fowl of every wing.” So God gathers them up. It is astonishing how easy it is for a good soul to enter heaven. A prominent business man in Philadelphia weut home one afternoon, lay down on the lounge, and said, “It is time for me to go.” 'He was very aged. His daugh ter said to him, “Are you sick?” Ho said, “No; but it is time for me to go. Have John put it in two of the morn ing papers, that my friends may know that I am gone. Good-bye;” and as quick as that, God had tuken him. It is easy to go when the time comes. There aro no ropes thrown out to pull us ashore; there are no ladders let down to pull us up. Christ comes and takes us by the hand and says, “You have had enough of this; come up higher.” Do you hurt a lily when you pluck it? Is there any rudeness when Jesus touches the cheek, and the red rose of henlth whitens into the lily of immortal purity and gladness? When autumn comes and the giant of the woods smites his anvil and the leafy sparks fly on the autumnal gale then there will bo thousands of birds gathering in the tree at the corner of the field, just before departing to warmer climes, and they will call and sing until the branches drop with the melody. There is a better clime for us, and by-and-by we shall migrate. We gather in the branches of the goodly cedar, in prep aration for departure. Y’ou heard oui voices in the opening song; you will hear them in the closing song—voices good, voices bad, voices happy, voices distressful — “All fowl o', every wing.” By-and-by we shall be be gene. If all this audience is saved — as I hope they will be—I see then: entering into life. Some liavo had it hard some have had it easy. Some were brilliant, some were dull. Some were rocked by pious parentage, oth ers have had their infantile cheek* 'scalded with the tears of woe. Some crawled, as it were, into the kingdom on their hands and knees, and some seemed to enter in chariots of flaming fire.. Those fell from a ship's mast, these were crushed in a mining disas ter. They nre God’s singing birds now. No gun of huntsman shall shoot them down. They gather on the trees ol life, and fold their wings on the branches, and, far away from frosts, and winds, and night, they sing untii the hills are flooded with joy, and the skies drop music, and the arches o! pearl send back the echoes—“All fowl of every wing.” HOW HE WON HER PAPA. A Clever Y>mng Lover Commit* » Clever Lawyer ami Succeed*. Young Tod die by was a trne-li«artf»d and promising youth, says the N. Y. Ledger. Hu had graduated with honor at Yale, and was studying law with Mr. Loftcr. It so happened that Toddlebv be came acquainted with n beautiful young lady, daughter of old Dighy. He loved the fair maiden, nnd when lie iiad reason to believe that his love was returned he asked Mr. Lnftor to recommend him to the father, Lofter being on terms of close intimacy with tlie family. The lawyer agreed and performed tho mission, but old Digbv, who loved money, asked what properly the young man iiad. Lofter said he did not know, but he would inquire. Tho next time he saw his young student l:c relied him if he hud auy property at all. "Only health, strength and a deter mination to work,” replied the youth. ••Well." said the lawyer, who sin cerely believed the studeut was in every way worthy, "let us see. What will you take for your right legf I will give you $20.01)0 for it. ’ Of course Toddlcby refused. The next lime the lawyer saw the young lady’s father ho said: "I have in quired about this young man's circum stances. He tins no money in bank; hut ho owns a piece of property for which, to my certain knowledge, he has been offerud and has refused $20, 000.” This led obi Dighy to consent to the marriage, which shortly afterwards took place. In tho end ho had rensnq lo be proud of bis son-in-law, though ho was once heard to remark, touch ing that rare piece of property, upon tho strength of which lie had con sented to tho match: "If it could not take wings it was liable at anv time to walk off!” She Tabes Care of Pet Plants. An enterprising London woman lias discovered a new method of earn in*: money pleasantly. Just before the close of the seasou she advertised to take cure of valuable plants and palms while their owners were out of lowu. and secured a suflicient number to hire an assistant aud clear consider able urolit. HIS NOSE ITCHED* Dit Ha Did Nnt Enj iy the Way la Whleh It Waa scratched. “One ntaht,” said Ben Holladay to a N. Y. World man, “I was bouncing over die plains in one of my overland coaches. "Mrs. Holladay and myself were the only passengers. Several stages bad been robbed within two months and the driver was ripping along us though a gnng of prairie wolves were after him. Suddenly the horses were thrown on their haunches and the tiage stopped. "1 was heaved forward, but quickly recovered, and found myself gazing at the muzzles of a double-barreled shot gun. “‘Throw up your hands and don't stir!’ shouted the owner in a gruff voice. ‘ 'Up went iny hands and I began to commune with myself. The fellow then coolly asked for my money. I saw that he did not know who I was, and I was afraid that my sick wife might awake and call my name. "My coat was buttoned over my bosom, but scarcely high enough to hide a magniticent emerald that cost me over $8,000 u few weeks before in Sail Francisco. “I scarcely breathed through fear that light might strike the stone, and itj* sparkling brilliancy attract the at tention of the robber. I had about $40,000 in a money-belt nod several buudred dollars in "my pocket. "Suddenly my friund shouted: 'Come shell out—quick, or I'll send the old 'un a free lunch.' 'T passeil out the few hundreds loose in my pockets and handed him my gold watch and chain. They were heavy. I think the chain alone would weigh live pounds at least. •"There,’ said I, ‘there's every cent I’ve got! Take it aud let me go on. My wife is very ill, and I don’t know what would happen to her if she kuuw what was going on.’ 4 'Keep your hands up!’’ was the reply, while a second robber received my watch and money. "Then a search was made for the ex Cress company's box. but the double arreled shotgun did not move. Its muzzles were within a foot of my nose. For my life I did nnt dare to stir. ••My nose began to itch. The stiff hairs of my mustache got up, one after another, and tickled it until the sensa tion was intolerable. I could stand it no longer. “‘Stranger.’ I cried. ‘I must scratch my nose! It itehos so that I am al most crazy!’ ‘"Move your hands,’ he shouted, ‘and I’ll blow a hole through your head big enough for a jack rabbit to jump through!’ "I appealed once more. •‘•Well,’ lie answered, ‘keep your hands still and I’ll scratch it for you.’” "Did lie scratch it?” asked oiie oi Ben’s interested listeners. • Sure!" snid Mr. Holladay. ••Hoiv?” asked the breathless listener. "With the muzzle of the cocked gun!" said the great overlandor, "Hi rubbed the muzzle around my mus tache and rakeil it over the eud of my nose until I thanked him and said that it itched no longer.” The robbers soon afterward took their leave, with many apologies, aud Ben continued his journey to the Missouri, with the big emerald and $40,000. Henry Ward Beecher's Love Poem. During the days of Henry Ward Beecher's courtship it is related by his wife that lie ouce dropped into poetry, and wrote a few lines of verse teeming with affection for his sweetheart. But the verses wore always kept sacred by Mrs. Beecher, as they are at the pres ent day, and uotbiug can win them from her. One day Mr. and Mrs. Beecher were in the office of Robert Bonner, who was then conducting the N. Y. Ledger. "Why dou’t you write a poem, Beecher?” said tho acute publisher. "I will give you more for such a poem than l liavo for ‘Norwood.’” "He did once," admitted Mrs Beech er, and at once Mr. Bouuer’s eyes sparkled. "Recite it for me, won’t you. Mrs. Beecher?” he asked. But the eyes of the great prcuchei were riveted on his wife, aud she knew that meant silence. "Come.” said the persistent pub lisher, "I’ll give $5 000 if you will re cite that poem for me, addressing Mrs. Beecher. "Why. it ran-began the preach er’s wife. "Euuico.” simply snid Mr. Beecher. And, although Robert Bonner offer ed to double tne sum first offered, he never got the poem from Mrs. Beecher, and no one has been a whit more sue cessful. Mike's Mistake. A couple of Erin’s sons were taking their noonday rest, and J heard one ol them ask his companion: ••How is it, Mike, that ’vea don’t spend the money that yea used t'?” Mike ejected about a quart of to bacco juice from between his lips and replied: "Well, Denny, Til tell yea. Ya secs, I get me |1G ivery week, an’ I used tb tell the old lady that I was only get tin' tin dollars. I usty put tin dollars in wan pocket for the old lady an’ the other six in me other pocket for mcself, d’y’ see? Well, about three weeks ago. sure, I forgot to separate the money, an’ when I got home I bunded the old lady the whole $16. A little whoile after she sea t’ me: “'How much did yea make this week, Moike?” •"Tiu dollnrs.’ sea Oi. "’IV $6.’ sez she. "An’ thin it kem’t’ me in n minute, in’ I sez: Oh. he must ha’ roed a mistake an’ given me some wan else’) money. Give it hero t’ mo, an’ll tek it back t’ him ngiu.’ But the devil a penny would she ginnne. <*n’ the very next day she kirn down t’ see th’ boss. Of course she found out that I was makin' me $16 a week, and now I have to give her ivery cent.” And then the boss came along and ordered them to work before Denny bad a chance to oonvey his sympathy Smciiva Citizen. «■ in went For*. "" Bbktow, Lef, Co., Wli n«. J Bar. J. C. 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