THE LITTLE HEROINE.
The flume* In cyeionea-rolled on high
And twepinloiu » wove.
Willi bdiidln! nnioiio d irk nrow Ihe ulty
}if Ami everywhere w*» hoard the ary.
•■Oh, Uod, I* thtro no power to novo;"
Deep horror »ol*od tho imiltitnla
And on they ruihol they know not where;
Tho ll.imo< ndvnnclnt thro' iho wood
And etirlln; lino neorpenl-brood
Hi-veil ito.u U thro’ nil the Itoutcd »lr.
ts. Tho ‘trome.t foil ~.ih. human powor
\ However great, at tlinai how vein;
A*fro»t*lnv low toe fr.t lie llowar
Ho did llioto llr.n in ono »horL hour
■i r-7 Leaveawful ru n in their triin
Tho *tron ;est fell-bin thr^o was ono, «
A I!itie Irl of t*velvo *woat yOAr*
Who with her baby brother won
A place of *aftuv, while the nun
All vainly »iru/jled with It* fairs
Saved: ftitved* ah. yos: but who can
Juht how that little wIrl wai h ivmlf
Who ifuid'nl her footsteps ho well?
Whosrentlv raised her when »ho fell*
Wha ahi diloJ from the flame* that ruvrn.
Aye. more, who vravo in dir.hi woo
f To her tho superhutvm power
To eurrv d irlin i H tbv Joe
ghj? Tho little brother ah-' lov nl «o.
And from dJ.uh'j »lcklu save that flaworl
gw}'-'". • • f
fe" Ah. love, you say love, n l fhty lave
pv Sweat lovo that Urn emu at kill;
•Twee love thvt move I the now ora abDvo
To oiu*e aualn In terror pravo
That non ht can thwart their *ovorol;n will
And yet wo re id In God's eood book.
: (Whnt H.voetnoM.a In that golden oup!)
R an when by parents fond for took,
And when in vain for help wo look.
*?U t.ien the Ljri will take us
Oh Freda Johnfott. darlln r child,
Oh. Freda uml sweat Baby Jool
y;£ Pmvn through the llory tempo »t wild
Go ' saw yuiir ullolou hi irts and stalled
.. 4 Anl saved you for ho loved you so.
—U IV. Crofts, In tho Chicago Intor Ocean
Lady Latimer’s Escape.
V IIV CHARLOTTE M. 1IRAKME.
CHAPTKR VIII—Continued.
In spite of myself my Ups quivered
If; *» 1 uttered his name, but my mother
P: did not notico It. I did not distress
" her by crying out tho truth—that I
; had boon willing: to barter tho happi
ness of my whole llfo for one month’s
bliss; it would have broken her heart.
| I told her no untruth, I did not oven
deceive her, for I had nover droamod
‘of any return for my groat lovo. I
: never misunderstood his kindness or
his gay. chivalrous fashion. It would
•oon bo ovor now; no nood to break
m.V mother’s heart as well as my own.
The beautiful month was drawing to
an end, but bolero any of us bod be
■ gun to realize what tho parting would
bo like. Lord Latimer Introduced a
now feature. One day, just before
dinner, Captain Fleming had gone Into
the library to speak to him. Colonol
, North followed. Business of some
kind took, Lady Latimer and myself
♦■here; we had a lively conversation;
the old lord soomod pleased and
i cheered.
“1 consider,” he said, “that this
• shooting party has boon a groat suo
... cess. Lionel, you must come back at
is, Christmas—come for some weeks, and
H help Lady Latimer with hor charades
u and plays. Come with him. Colonel
/ North.
; I saw tho colonel look first at Lady
Latimer. Her beautiful eyes smiled
^ upon him.
“I shall bo only too delighted," he
L. replied; and that was how It happened
|r that parting lost Its pain.
Little matter if thoy left whon Sop
v lumber-was ovor if they returned for
Christmas. When tho end came, and
the day dawned on which they left
Lorton’s Cray, It waB with smilos, not
tears we saw them ride away. A few
weeks, only a few, and they returned
for ev< n a longer stay.
It was a strange calm after they
had gone. We were not unhappy or
dull; a new order of things sot in. Wo
were always thinking of’ and propar- I
|i„ tag for Christmas and the New Year.
•*\Vo will have such a Christmas as
; has never been celebrated In England
before!,” sold Lady Latimer to me.
i i “Wo will have the old banqueting-hall
'• made into a theater; we will have cha
rades, masquerades and theatricals;
' we will dance and sing. When it is
frosty, we will skato. When the snow
;; tolls and tho wind wails, wo will tell
ghost tides. Oh, Audrey, how happy
; ?re shall be!”
And slio whoso beautiful toco had
onco expressed all tho weariness that
' life could hold, caught me in her arms
. and waltzed around the room with ipo. i
It' was both pitiful and touching.
.She thought of nothing, talked of
nothing but Christmas; everything re
ferred to Christmas; there was no
looking bey on 1 it. II a beautiful eos
; turno was sent from London or Paris,
s| It was rosorved for Christmas.
• f “I think tho end of tho world will
; co.uc at Christmas. Lady Latimer,” I
•aid. “We are making such prepara- j
: Sinn., 1* ”
:J Sho laughed gaily. Sho was always !
laughing now, and a sweet, glad con- ;
f ■ tent vested on her fair face.
| ‘ "I never know before,” she cried,
“what a happy time Christmas was,
% Audrey;” and then her face flushed
crimson. “Wo used to hang up what
j, wo called ‘a kissing bunch’ at home.”
“So did we,” I answered, and my
; face grew oven redder than hers.
f«> “I—I suppose," she said, after a
• time, “that we could not do such a
thing here at Lorton’s Cray. It seems
to me, Audrey, the grander a house is,
E'-s the more miserable it is. Think of the
merriment at your house at Christmas,
f* But wo shall be happy. What do you
■ think of a kissing bunch?”
“If wo have one at all," I answered,
' discreetly, “it must be called a mistle
toe bough?’’
“Well, what do you think of a
'% mistletoe bough?” she asked.
I thought it delightful, and told
A her so. vf
: Then she drew nearer to me. Sho
took my arms, and laid them round
: her neck.
“Audrey,” she whispered, “if we
. have a mistletoe bough, will any one
kiss us, do you think—you and me?”
"Lord Lattmor may,” I answered,
dryly. ,. ,, *.
••Any ono else?" sho asked. But I
would not smile. "I know some peo
ple so lovable," she said, "that to
stand under the mistletoe for two
minutes with them would atono for
years of unhappiness."
"I am sorry that I do not know any
one of that description," I answered.
1 was always carotid—always discreet.
But, for all that, when the orders
wore given for tho Christinas ever
greens, thoro was a large ono for
mistletoe.
CHAPTER IX.
Every (lay Christmas came nearer
and nearer—every day tho face of
beautiful Lady Latimer grew fairer
and younger, more bright and more
radiant—every day who woke up with
fresh plans and fresh designs—every
day sho found some now bounty, some
now happiness in tho coming Christ*
mas-tide. And ull this becuuso sho
had learned to lovo Colonel North
without knowing it. At lust Christ
mas came; and brought them both
with it.
The snow and tho biting frost had
come, the lee was inches thick on the
deep mores and pools round Lorton’s
Cray, and Lorton’s Cray itself was a
scone of merriment and festivity. A
largo Christmas party was gathering
under its roof.
Lady Latimer was one of tho most
charming of hostossos. Lord Latimer
took very little part in it; ho dined,
as usual, with his guests, und then re
tired. lie never outuo to the drawing- \
room, but once or twice had made his
way to the bill lard-room.
I may have boon prejudiced, but to
me ho seemed moro morose and more
stern than ever. It may bo that it
angered him to see youth and merri
ment all round him, yet not bo ablo to
share in it.
There was nothing to mar tho hap
piness. If Lord Latimer heard tho
sounds of music, dancing and song, ho
made no comments, and the old walls
rocked again with Christmas fun and
merriment. Our boys sharod it. Lady
Latimer never left them out, whon it
was practicable to have them thoro.
They wero at most of the skating
parties, and caused unlimited fun. I
noticed one thing, and admired their
good sense; they had entirely ceased
to ndviso mo over marrying, and were
content to take things as they were.
The dear boys! I can see them mow
on the ice, with great rod worsted
comforters, and hands perfectly blue
with cold, yet happy as kings. They
Baw nothing of tho shadow that hung
ovor Lorton’s Cray, but I did, and I
was powerloss to prevent it.
I can not tell exactly how I saw it
dee [Kin, but tho time came when I
could think of nothing else. I placed
my own lovo story aside to devote my
self to her. I can not toll either when
I first grow alarmed, and began to
watch other pooplo, to see if they
were watching her. But no, the
world went on its way rejoicing, and
no one saw that a soul was in danger
but myself—unconsciously so; that I
shall always maintain—nevertheless,
in peril so great that tho very angels
in heaven looked on in pity.
The first time that I was alarmed
was one lovely frosty morning when
tho sun shone on tho snow, and the
hoar-frost had silvered the trees and
hedges, and tho Icicles hung like huge
diamonds. A walk through Lorton
woods had been proposed, and when
we were all ready to start, Colonol
North was absent. I shall never for
get Lady Latimer’s face — all the
brightness died from it, all the anima
tion vanished. It was plain enough to
be seen that the walk had lost all its
interest for her.
••It is bitterly cold,” sho said to me,
with a shudder. “I am not at all suro
whether we aro wise in going.”
Quite suddenly ho came upon us; he
had been to the stable to give some
direction about his horses. No need
to speak. I turned aside with a groan.
If all heaven had been suddenly
opened to her, she could not have
looked more delighted; her very soul
soemed to shine in hor eyes as they
reded on him.
“I thought we had lost you,” sho
said. , .
He took hor arm in his, and with
laughing gallantry, said:
“You may lose your memory. Lady
Latimer, but you will never lose me.”
And though he laughed, I know tho
words wero true.
They wont oft together, forgetting I
all the world. Ah me! And I, who I
loved her better than I loved my life,
stood by. powerless to help her. But
tho truth. was apparent; she had
learned to love Colonel North—uijcon- !
sciously I know—and ho loved her. I
was as young as herself, but it seemod
to me that the entire responsibility of
her rested on my shoulders.
YVhat should I dor 1 could not go
to the old lord and say, “Rouso your- |
soil; tho beautiful young child whom j
you have made your wifo is in deadly
peril. She married you without love J
and she has learned unconsciously I
what love is sinoe then. Save her, for j
she is in mortal peril.” Heaven only
knows what would happen; ho was not j
that kind of man. Some men would I
have been noble, tolerant, generous—
would have helped her out of the dan
ger: not Lord Latimer; there was very !
little nobility of soul about him. If I
had gone to her and said: “My dear,
you are in deadly danger; you are mar- j
ried to a man older than your father,
whom you do not love, and you have j
found one whom you do love,” I might, j
by suddenly opening her eyes, do far j
more harm than good, and she might i
do something des]>erate in her despair, j
The only thing that seemed left for me j
to do wai to watch over her with de- !
voted care and love. j
More than once it occurred to me to !
speak to tho colonel, but it was a deli
' cate and dangerous thing to do. I am
quite sure that at first he had no
thought of harm. Her beauty at
tractod him. and hor genuine delight
in his society tuggd turn on, unUi the
B|)cll of passion lay upon both—and
the passion of lovo Is a terrible one.
The shadow grew deeper and darker
to my eyes, although no one else saw
i it. They were seldom apart now.
J When breakfast was over he was hor
| companion in ull walks and drives;
; they spent tho afternoon together,
| either at tho piano or with books;
when twilight foil and it was too dark
j to read, too light for lamps, they
1 would bo found in the conservatory
talking, always talking with tho samo
earnest look on each beautiful face.
Many a time I have gone in search of
her and found her standing in tho
dim light by his side, hor face all
shining, and I have come away pray
ing “Hear heaven help her, or sho is ■
lost!” At night she was queen of tho !
rovels, and ho was king; thoy danced
together, they sung together,
and when those two ex
quisite voices went floating
through tho room in ono grand
unison, I know how their souls wont j
together also. A Christmas revel, a ;
Now Year's festivity, but for them a
something which I began to four would
have no ending. The worst symptom,
to my mind, was that she never spoko
of him to mo. If his name was men
tioned in his absence, tho color would
rise and seem to burn hor face. I
tried my best; but what was an inex
perienced girl of 18 against two peo
ple passionately in lovoP
There were times when I longod to
toll Captain Fleming of the deadly
peril so close at hand, and beg him to
induce his friend to go away; but my
courage failed mo when I would have
made tho effort—I could not utter the
words.
One night—It was the winter gloam
ing, if there bo such a time; the lamps
wore not lighted, and the rooms were
all brilliant with tho rod glow of the
firelight und odorous with flowers, so
warm, so luxurious; tho visitors wore
dispersed over the houso, some in the
billiard room and some in the music
room. I went to hor boudoir in .search
of Lady Latimer. I-had always been
accustomed to enter the room without
rapping at the door. I did so now.
I turned the handle gently and went
in. Thoy wore standing together be
fore the fire, the lamps wore not
lighted, and the ruddy glow of the Are
filled the room. Their faces wore
turned to the fire; thoy neither saw
nor heard me; his hand rested lightly
on her shoulder and they were talking
earnestly. I went back as quietly as
I came, but with a sword in my heart,
for her sake. I waited one minute,
then announced my arrival by calling,
“Lady Latimbr, are you hereP”
“I am here, dear Audrey, come in,”
was the answer.
But when I went in they stood to
fether no longer; he was at the win
ow, and she sat at the table. My
heart sunk when I saw the happiness
on her face.
The charade-parties were a great
success; so were the plays. It seemed
wonderful to me that no ono else re
marked how Lady Latimer and Coionei
North always took the part of lovers;
stranger still, that no ono saw how
naturally they assumed it, how, in
playing a love scene, it was so natural
for him to throw his arm around the
beautiful figure that seemed to sway at
his least touch, how he kissed with
passion the white hand that he
clasped.
Could I alone, out of the whole
world see, or was everyone else blind?
So the shadow deepened and dark
ened. I was unutterably miserable; I
began to live in constant fear. It
seemed to me there was a volcano be
noath my feet.
No shadow of fear lay on Lady
Latimer's face. I shall never know
now whether she realized the danger
and ignored it, or whether she was
ignorant of it until the end came sud
denly.
[to be continued.]
Shamed the Duchess.
An English woman of rank—a duch
esss—was very apt to forget to pay
her bills. A milliner, whose largo
bill had been repeatedly ignored by
the duchoss, at last determined to send
her little girl, a pretty. child of ten
years, to beg for the money which
was so much needed. “Be sure to say
•your grace’ to the duchess,” said the
anxious mother, and the child gravely
promised to remember. When, after
long waiting, she was ushered into
the duchess’ presence, the little girl
dropped a low courtesy, and then,
folding her hands and closing her eyes,
sho said, softly: “For what I am
about to receive may the Lord make
me truly thankful.” As she opened
her eyes and turned her wistful gaze
on the duchess, that light-hearted per
son flushed very red, and, without
delay made out a check for the amount
due to the milliner.—Argonaut.
•'* H® AVa® Tired.
Mr. Kickers, at 7 p. __Maria
can’t you go down stairs and bring up
the fire-shovel? I’m too tired and
worn out even to talk.
Mr. Kickers, one hour later at the
ward political club, dancing on a chair
—Hurrah! Wow! Three cheers for
Willy urn jS wipers! Who-o-op-wow! hi
yi-yi—wow!—Chicago Record.
Can This Be Trne?
Mrs. Hayseed—These city boarders
is awful big fools.
Mr. Hayseed—What has they bin
doin’ now?
Mrs. Hayseed—That New York lady j
wants fresh milk for the baby from i
one cow, and lots of fresh eggs all
from one hen.—Texas Siftings.
Where He Mined It,
Drowning Editor—Help! I can’t
swim a lick!
Man on Shore—Neither can I!
Drowning Editor—Oh, if you haa
■only read my paper you would have
learned how—-Atlanta Constitution.
AN ACTOR’S DAILY,MAIL.
WriM Freely Given,* Aeelntnnre Aeked
and Free Ticket* Demanded.
Most persons who are In any way In
the public eye are constantly In receipt
of curious communications, some amus
ing and some otherwise. There are nu
merous persons who will write to any
body on the slightest provocation, and
the fact that they are unknown to the
persons whom they address is apparent
ly of little moment, says the New York
World. Since W. H. Crane has re
turned to the city he has been in re
ceipt of a large number of letters every
day, and two-thirds of them come from
persons who are unknown to him. The
other morning the comedian sat In his
room In the Fifth Avenue theater
opening his mail. He came to one let
ter that made him angry. “Just read
that,” he exclaimed, and he handed
over the following:
“Your play is an insult to any man
who has got a daughter. Why should
a father ever be compelled to give up
his child? Why should he be prevented
from making her happy, even after she
Is married? Is she not still his? Your
play is far fetched, despite the Bible or
anything else.” The writer’s name Is
withheld.
“Imagine a man being as silly as
that,” went on the comedian. '“‘His
Wife’s Father’ is Intended to show such
old fools the error of their ways, and
he resents It. It is the old thing about
the truth being bitter.
"Ah! read this!” he exclaimed a mo
ment later. This letter was from a
woman, and was as follows:
“I saw your play last night, and I
must say you deserve credit for show
ing that there is something worse than
a meddlesome mother-in-law in the
world, and that something is an old
fool of a man. My son-in-law is going
to propose that you form an associa
tion for putting down objectionable
parents.”
“That association is going to have a
pretty big job on its hands. Read this,”
he said:
"If you will remember,, on Tuesday
night the close of the third act was
marred by some indiscriminate ap
plause by a man in the orchestra. I
was that man, and I offer an explana
tion. When the young husband start
ed in to go for the old fool for meddling
In his domestic affairs he struck a soft
jspot in me, for I have a father-in-law.
[To see the old man catch it so elated
me, and I could not help applauding,
though I little knew it would cause such
ia laugh. I have been thinking of giv
ing the old_ man rats, but I guess it will
be better for me take him to see the
play. Excuse me for bothering you.”
Another letter was from a man who
found fault with the fact that a certain
character appeared in one of the scenes
and still another told of a piece of
stage business that would create a big
laugh. There were a lot of applica
tions for positions from aspiring young
men and women, a few requests for
help and a lot of requests for tickets.
All of the letters, except those of the
deadheads, were answered.
CACING WILD BEASTS.
How the Animals Arc Handled at Jam
rack's In London.
A writer in Little Folks, who paid a
visit to Jamrach’s wild beast establish
ment, in London, has this to say: Now
there are at the moment I am writing
two beautiful Bengal tiger cubs in one
of the cages. The cubs are old enough
to be dangerous, so if I tell you the way
I saw them put into the cage they now
inhabit, you will know a little of how
wild animals are transferred from one
place of confinement to another. The
boxes that tigers and lions come in are
not very big—Just big enough to allow
the inmates to lie comfortably. This, be
sides saving freight, prevents the ani
mal from using his full strength, and
perhaps, in case of fright or frensy,
from bursting the box. Well, the box
with the tiger cubs was placed in front
of, and partly in, the open cage. A slid-'
ing door in the box was then lifted, and
the cubs darted forward at the meat
that was lying in the far corner of the
cage to tempt them. Meanwhile the box
was quickly withdrawn and the barred
gate of the cage as quickly shut. It is
easy, however, to transfer an animal
from a confined box to a large cage. He
is going then from captivity to com
parative liberty. It is not so easy—in
deed it is extremely difficult—to get him
to go through the reverse process to
walk from a large cage into a box. If
there be time, he can ulways be made
to do it quietly enough.
Give him no food in the large cage
but put it in the box. He may even
hold out for days; hunger, however, will
prove in the end stronger than his fears,
and he will, with a growl, make a dash
for the Joints, when the trap will be
closed against him. It isn’t always pos
sible to wait for hunger to make him
submit. Perhaps the animal is wanted
tomorrow, and the dealer has got the
order only today and must catch a train
with him at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.
What is to be done now? Here man’s
superior intelligence show3 itself. It is
fear that prevents the animal from en
tering the box, and this fear must be
overcome by a greater fear. This is an
easy matter to the animal dealer with
his knowledge of animals. He simply
sets light to a little bundle of dry straw
in the cage—this is enough—the ani
mal's fear of fire makes him fly at any
outlet of escape.
Dreamed of the Coming: Diiaiter.
Second Engineer Wilson De Hart, of
the fated steamer Longfellow, lives
with his wife and children at 126 West
Eighth street, and was among the
saved, says Louisville Courier-Journal.
Hi3 wife dreamed Wednesday night
that the boat was lost with all on board
and it preyed so on her mind all day
Thursday that she tried to persuade
her. husband not to make the trip.
After bidding him good-by on the boat
she told the chief engineer, Dan Hal
ley, of her dream, and with tears in her
eyes, begged that he endeavor to influ
ence her husband to remain at home,
as she knew the boat would be lost.
On learning of the accident she ran al
most all the way to Promley in her
endeavor to keep p'ace with the float
ing wreck, and was almost wild with
grief before the news of her husband’s
rescue reached her, and she then re
fused to be convinced until he was
brought to her.
! Spring
A!
Or, in other words, Hood’s Sarsaparilla,
is a universal need. 1( good health is to
be cxpocted during the coming season the
blood must be purified now. All the
germs of disease must be destroyed and
the bodily health built up. Hood’s Sar
saparilla is the only true blood purifier
prominently in the public eye to-day.
Therefore Hood’s Sarsaparilla is the best
medicine to take in the spring. It will
help wonderfully in cases of weakness,
nervousness and all diseases caused by im
pure blood. Remember
“My little girl lias always ,
arpetitc. 1 have given herlloojts m
rilla, and since 1 have given it tn i Smsi!*
i_i __j* .. ... ucr s!>» i.
-e given it to her -t. T
had a good nppctlto ami s’.io look, >“'k*
v_v,___. _ Vf,,l *
have been a great suCerer with h0a( J5 1
rheumatism. I have taken Ihx^t"*
am now well and have
rilla. 1
strength. My husband was verv slrf?
run down. 1 decided to give him
Sarsaparilla and he began to .min
ho has got so he works every dai" v
Annie Dunlap, 885 E. 4th St a rJt
Mass. Get only Hood’s, because ^
Hood s Sarsaparilla
Is the Only
True Blood Purifier
i
Story of the Prince** of Wale*.
The following pretty story is told of
the Princess of Wales, to illustrate her
knowledge of housewifely duties: The
princess visited an old protege of hers,
living in one of the cottages at Sand
ringham. The good dame was knitting
a stocking, and the princess took it
out of her hand, saying: “You can’t
do the heel as fast as I can.” And she
sat and chatted with the old lady,
knitting the nattiest heel possible. It
is needless to say that sacred stocking
is treasured in a drawer with the
needles just as tho princess left them.
The story is all right enough in its
way, but the pessimist would be in
clined to believe that it was an excel
lent display of advertising enterprise
on the part of the good dame, and that
already that royal stocking has been
sold to at least a score of relic hunters.
Ask Alu,
It you are troubled witu malaria, constipation,
biliousness, kidney trouble or dyspepsia, of
Hostetler's stomach bitters, and it will be
speedily forthcoming. Nervousness, loss of
appetite and sleep, und a loss of vigor, are also
remedied by tais restorative. Physicians of
eminence indorse it, a valuable conurmution of
the verdict 01 tue people und tne press, duke
it regularly _
Warden Evans* Double.
A purse of gold has been presented
to a warden upon his retirement, after
forty years’ service, from Birmingham
jail. He thoroughly deserves it if, as
it is stated, he was the original of the
Warden Evans in “Never Too Late to
Mend." It is now the fashion to ignore
Reade's wonderfal romance. The
scenes in the jail are somewhat too ter
rible, none the less so that they were
taken from real life and were the cause
of quite a tumult in the theater at
which, under the title of "Gold,” the
story was dramatized.—Philadelphia
Press.
I can recommend Piso’s Cure for Con
sumption to sufferers from Asthma.—E.
D. Townsend, Ft. Howard, Wis., May 4, W.
A woman’s brain declines in weight after
the age of thirty.
Hegeman’e Camphor Ice with Glycerin*.
The original and only genuine. Cures Chapped Hands
and Pace, Cold Sores, Ac. C. a. Clark CajN.Havea.Ct.
This Means Business.
On the principal lines of the Chicago,
Milwaukee & St. Paul railway passenger
trains are electric lighted, Bteam heated
end protected by block signals. With
these modern appliances, railway traveling
at high speeds has reached a degree of
safety heretolore unknown and not attain
able on roads where they are not in use.
Electric lights and steam beat make it pos
sible to dispense with the oil lamp and the
car stove. Block signals have reduced the
chances for collisions to the minimum by
maintaining an absolute interval of space
between trains.
Kissing a woman's lips is a gross insuit in
Finiand.
Winter Tourist Tickets Tin the Wabash
Railroad
Are now on sale to all the winter resorts of
the South, good returning until June 1st,
’95. Also Harvest Excursion Tickets to
all points south on excursion dates. In ad
dition to above, Railroad and Steamship
tickets to all points in the United States
and Europe, at lowest rates. For rates,
tickets, excursion dates and full informal
tlon or a copy of the Borne Seekers Guide,
call at Wabash Office, 1503 Farnam street,
or write
G. N. Clayton,
H. W. P. Agt, Omaha. Netx
Stamps for marking goods were in use in
Rome before the Christian era.
Hears Robbing the Farmer*.
Three bears belonging to a band of I
Italian rovers are at large in the north i
ern part of this county, and great ei '
citement prevails among thu farmer* i
as last night considerable damage ’
done by the bears entering - barnyardi j
and feasting on pigs, poultry, etc The
bears, it seems, got unruly, and the
Italians could do nothing with them, i
the result being their escape. They
are said to be in the Lotvry wooda
Sandusky (O.) Dispatch.
“Hanson's Kaglo Corn Salve."
Warranted to cure or money refunded. A»k to*
druggrlbt for It. Price 15 cents. *
Leo Xm. is the two hundred ami ffty.
eighth pope. 1
Billiard Table, second-hand. For ale
cheap. Apply to or address, H. C. Am,
511 8. 12th St.. Omaha. Neh
Ely’s Cream Balm
QUICKLY CUKES
COLDinHEAD
|^Fric©50jCent»J
Apply Balm into each nostril.
Ely BR08.,56Warren St., N.Y.
An
Experience
of more tlian 133 years in
the manufacture of tobacco
enables us to produce the
very best article possible.
Consumers of tobacco de
rive the benefit of this ex
perience, and in using the
/celebrated
Lorillard’s
(jjmaV
plug
are assured of the highest
quality. ’Tis a rich, last
ing and delicious chew.
It’s L0RILLARD3
Sold Everywhere.
PATEHT8
nomas P. Simpson, WgftJSS
.0. No at tv's tec- until PaK"'®
ined. Writs for Inventor
► Other remedies may
1ST. JACOBS OIL
cure Sprains, Bruises, and a Backache
HAVE YOU FIVE-OR MORE COWS?
If so a Baby ” Cream Separator will earn Its cost for
you every year. Why continue an Inferior system
another year at so great a loss ? Dairying is now the
only profitable feature of Agriculture. ProDerly con
aucted it always pays well, and must pay you. You
8^dwa«8eParat°r. and you need the BKST,—the
Baby.” All styles and capacities. Prices, $75.
Upward.. Send for new 1885 Catalogue.
„ THE DE Um SEPARATOR CO.,
Branch Office*: Banaral Office:
SLOW. ILL. 74 COBTLANDT ST.. NEW YORK.
Babies and Children
[thrive on Scott’s Emulsion when all the rest of their food
seems to go to waste. Thin Babies and Weak Children grow
stronSt plump and healthy by taking it.
I Scott’s Emulsion
P overcomes inherited weakness and all the tendencies toward
I Emaciation or Consumption. Thin, weak babies and growing
1 children and all persons suffering from Loss of Flesh, ea^
1 Lungs, Chronic Coughs, and Wasting Diseases will receive
1 untold benefits from this great nourishment. The formula
1 for making Scott’s Emulsion has been endorsed by the med
I ical world for twenty years. No secret about it.
| • Send far pamphlet on Scott's Emulsion. FREE.
Scott A Bowne, N. Y. All Druggists. SO cants and • ^
