YOUNG AT FIFTY. HOW A METHODIST MINISTER CARRIES HIS YEARS. Prom the Times, Oswego, N. T. Probably no man is better known or more highly respected in Oswego, N. Y„ than the Rev. William Young, of the Methodist church. Mr. Young holds a responsible position with the Oswego City Savings Bank, where he has been an employe for the past twenty years. In the spring of 1894 Mr. Young looked as if his time on earth was lim ited but. Instead of failing as was pre dicted. he soon gained a more healthy look and appeared stronger. As the months went by this improvement con tinued. until now he is as rugged and apparently as healthy as a young man of thirty, although his gray locks de note a more advanced age. A Times reporter, determined to find out what had made this great change, called upon Mr. Young at the bank and put tbe question direct and received the following reply: "In truth T am a changed man, and I owe my present good health to Dr. Wil liams’ Pink Pills. In the spring of 1894 I was all run down and had com menced to think that my time had come. I had to be prescribed for by physicians, and although I received temporary relief, the same old trouble came back again and I was worse than before. I had no strength or appetite, and physically I was in a miserable condition. After my work I would go home, but the general lassitude which hung over me left me without any am bition, and when I would go to the table to eat, my appetite failed me and I would have to leave without taking hardly any nourishment. My kidneys were also badly affected, and I was in utter despair. One day. here at the bank, I happened to pick up one of the local papers, and my eye fell on the ad vertisement of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. The advertisement gave a description had been cured by using Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. I was not a believer in that kind of doctoring, but concluded as a last resort to try a box of the pills, mak ing up my mind that if they did not help me I certainly would not be in jured any. Going to a drug store I pur chased a box of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills and commenced taking them ac cording to directions. Very soon after I began to feel better and I saw I had made no mistake in trying the pills, and before the first box was emptied I felt so much improved that I Immediately purchased another. I had taken seven boxes of the pills, and at the end of last summer I felt I was entirely cured ajjjl ■ discontinued their use, but always keep a box handy if occasion requires. I am now entirely cured. The lassitude has left me, my kidneys are all right and my appetite—well, you should see me at the table. I am a new man again, and instead of feeling like a man of fifty, which is my age, I feel like a youngster of twenty, and I give Pink Pills the full credit for this great change. I have recommended these pills to several of my neighbors and ac-1 quaintances. who have been relieved of their complaints.” (Signed) WILLIAM YOUNG. Subscribed and sworn to before me this 25th day of May, 1895. BERNARD GALLAGHER, Notary Public. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills contain all the elements necessary to give new life and richness to the blood and restore shattered nerves. They are for sale by all druggists, or be had by mail from Dr. Williams' Medicine Company, Bchenectady. N. Y., for 50 cents per box, or six boxes for J2.50. Whenever you make a mistake, make it teach you something. Inventions. Among the curious inventions issued last week as reported by Messrs. Sues & Co., Patent Solicitors, Omaha, Neb., is found a pneumatic tire within the tread of which the inventor has placed a pocket which is filled with a self healing composition which as soon as the tire is punctured oozes out and au tomatically repairs and seals the punc ture. Another noticeable device is that of a Frenchman who gets a patent for a thill or shaft composed of a series of compressed paper layers between which is fixed a flexible steel plate. A unique puzzle has been patented to a New Jersey inventor, which comprises a series of transparentpictures of nota ble persons which can all be placed in one frame and held up to the light, when a curious composite picture is the result. A Michigan inan obtained a patent for a composition for destroying thistles. :iiuuu^ uiu ^eunisiva inventors who secured patents were the following1: Emil 11. Uraver. Alliance, N'eb., grain scouring machine and a sifter or chop grader; George 11. McCoy, Osceola, Xeb., combined suspenders and shoul der braces; and Henry Obcrmeyer, Be atrice, Neh, churn. Any information relating to the law and sale of patents may be had free upon addressing Sues & Co.. Patent So licitors, Bee Building, Omaha, Xeb. The secret of prolonging life Is not to abridge it. _ Sommer Excursions Via. the Wabash It. K. ( St. Louis June tilth to 15th. HALF I St. Louis July ‘J;d. FAKE ') Washington July iid to (ith. Xowonsae. Summer Tourist Tickets to all summer resorts good returning until Oct. Hist. Thos. Cook & Son s special tours of Europe. For rates, itineries. sail ing of Steamers and fu 1 information re garding summer vacation tours via. rail or water call at the Wabash Ticket Office, No. 1415 Farnam St., (Paxton Hotel Block), or write 0. X. Clayton, N. W. P. A., Omaha, N’ebr. If a policeman does not preserve order he gets into a pickle. A Summer Resort Boult Free. Write to C. S. Crane, general passen ger and ticket agent Wabash Railroad, St. Louis, Mo., for a summer resort book, telling all about the beautiful lake region reached by the Wabash Railroad. Many a man is very liberal in buying whiskey who does not pay for the meat and bread his children eat. A cultivated devil has the sharpest claws. The June Atlantic begins with an other installment of the letters of Dante Gabriel Kosetti, edited by George Birbeck Hill. This installment con tains the letters for 1855. Striking fea tures in this issue are an article upon The Politician and the Public School, by Mr. G. L. Jones, superintendent of schools, Cleveland, Ohio, and Restric tion of Immigration, by President Francis A. Walker. The book reviews include a review of Jcdin T. Morse's Life and Letters of Oliver Wendell Holmes and reviews of recent publica tions in history and art Poems and the usual departments complete tha issue. BY CLARA AUGUSTA INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION. UnArlciK 1A,-(UONTINUBD.) Darby produced a handkerchief which had belonged to Mr. Paul Lin mere, and which he had found in hie rooms, lying on his dressing-table. He showed this to the dog; Leo snuffed at it, and gave a sharp grunt of dis pleasure. “We want you to find him, Leo, good dog,’’ said the Italian, stroking the silky ears of the dog; “find your mas ter.” Leo understood, but he looked around in evident perplexity. “Take him to the depot!” said Mr. Treviyn, "he may find the trail there.” They went to the station; the dog sniffed hurriedly at the platform, an 1 in a moment more dashed off into the highway leading to Harrison Park. “Him got him!” cried Pietro; "him find my master!” TER X. HE WHOLE COM pany joined in fol lowing the dog. He went straight ahead, his nose to the ground, his fleet limbs bearing him along with a rapidity that the anxious followers found it hard to emulate. At a brook which crossed the road he stopped, seemed a little confused, crossed it finally on stepping stones, nmiDOll Q mAmnni Kir tKn nidn n# n Knti/I nut tree, leaped the fence, and dashed off through' a grass field. Keeping steadily on, he made for the grounds of the Park, passed the drained pond, and the frost-ruined garden, and push ing before the inc'losure where slept the Harrison dead, he lifted his head and gave utterance to a howl so wild, so savagely unearthly, that it chilled the blood in the veins of those who heard. An instant he paused, and then dashing through the hedge, was lost to view. “He is found! My master is found!” said Pietro, solemnly, removing his cap, and wiping a tear from his eye. For the man was attached to Mr. Paul Lin mere, in his rough way, and the tear was one of genuine sorrow. His companions looked at each other. Alexandrine grasped the arm of Mar gie, and leaned heavily upon her. “Let us go to the house—” she fal tered, “I cannot bear it.” “I will know the worst,” said Mar gie. hoarsely, and they went on to gether. It was so singular, but no one had thought to look within the graveyard enclosure; perhaps if they had thought of it, they Judged it impossible that a murderer should select such a locality for the commission of his crime. Mr. Darby opened the gate, entered the yard, and stopped. So did the others. All saw at once that the search was ended. Across the path leading to the graves of Mr. and Mrs. Harrison, lay Paul Llninere, He was white and ghastly; his forehead bare, and his sightless eyes wide open, look ing up to the sun of noonday. His right hand lay on his breast, hiB left still tightly grasped the turf upon which it had fixed its hold in the cruel death agony. His garments were stiff with his own blood, and the dirk knife, Btill buried to the hilt in his heart, told the story of his death. Leo crouched a little way off, his eyes jubilant, his tall beating the ground, evincing the greatest satisfaction. All present knew that the dog rejoiced at the death of his master. Alexandrine took a step toward the dead man, her back to the horror stricken group by tbe gate. She stopped suddenly, and lifted something from tbe ground. „ Darby, alert and watchful, was by her side in a moment. "What have you there?” he de manded. "My glove which I dropped,” she an swered, quietly, holding up the dainty bit of embroidered kid. The detective turned away satisfied; but Margie saw the girl’s hand shake, and her lips grow pale as marble, the moment Darby’s keen eye was removed from her face. The discovery of the remains was fol lowed by a long and tedious investiga tion. There was an inquest, and a rigid examination of every person who could by any possibility be imagined capable of throwing any light on the murder, and after all was over, the mystery was just as dark as it was at first. Nothing was found to furnish the slightest clue to the assassin, except a white cambric handkerchief just inside the graveyard, marked with the single initial “A” In one corner. This hand kerchief might have belonged to the murderer, and It might have belonged to Mr. Llnmere—that could not be de termined. The article was given Into the keeping of Mr. Darby; and after three days lying In state at Harrison Park, the body of Mr. Llnmere was taken to Albany, where his relatives were burled, and laid away for Its last sleep. Mr. Trerlyn offered a large reward for the apprehension of the murderer, or for information which would lead to his apprehension; and the town au thorities offered an equal sum. Mr. Darby was retained to work upon the case, and there it rested. Margie uttered no word in the mat ter. She was stunned by tbe sudden ness of the blow, and she could not help being painfully conscious that she felt relieved by the death of this unfortu nate man. God had taken her case Into his hands In a manner too solemn ly fearful for her to question. Three months after the death of Paul Llnmere , Margie met Archer Trevlyn. .at the house of Alexan drine Lee.' He was quite a constant visitor there, Mrs. Lee told her, with a little conscious pride,’ for young Trevlyn was being spoken of in busi ness circles as a rising young man. Ho was to be admitted to partnership in the firm of Belgrade & Co., in the spring. Apd this once effected, his for tune Was made. There was a little whist party at Mrs. Lee’s that evening, and Margie was per suaded to remain. After a while the company asked for music. Whist, the books of engravings, and the bijoux of the center table were exhausted, and small talk flagged. Margie was reluc tantly prevailed'upon to play. She was not a wonderful performer, but she had a line ear, and played with finish and accuracy. But she sang di vuu&x: uct iiicmio, cm; bang a few new things, and then pausing, was about to rise from the instrument, when Mr. Trevlyn came to her side. “Will you play something for me?” he asked, stooping over her. His dark, passionate eyes brought the blood to her face—made her restless and ner vous in spite of herself. "What would you like?” she managed to ask. “This!” He selected an old German ballad, long ago a favorite in the high est musical circles, but now cast aside for something newer and more bril liant. A simple, touching little song of love and sorrow. Y \ She was about to decline singing it, but something told her to beware' of false modesty, and she sang it through. “I thank you!” he said, earnestly, when she had finished. "It has done me good. My mother used to sing that song, and I have never wanted to hear it from any other lips—until now.” Alexandrine glided along, as radiant as a humming-bird, her cheeks flushed, her black eyes sparkling, her voice sweet as a siren's. "Sentimentalizing, I declare!” she exclaimed, gayly; “and singing that dreadful song, too! Ugh! it gives me the cold shudders to listen to it! How can you sing it, Margie, dear?” "Miss Harrison sang it at my re quest, Miss Lee,” said Trevlyn, gravely, “it is an old favorite of mine. Shall I not listen to you now?” Alexandrine took the seat Margie had vacated, and glanced up at the two faces so near her. “Why, Margie'” she said, "a moment ago I thought you were a rose, and now you are a lily! What is the matter?” "Nothing, thank you,” returned Mar gie, coldly. “I am weary, and will go home soon, I think.” Trevlyn looked at her with tender anxiety, evidently forgetful that be had requested Miss Lee to play. “You are w’earled,” he said. "Shall I call your carriage?” "If you please, yes. Miss Lee, I am sure you will excuse me.” “I shall be obliged to, I suppose.” Trevlyn put Margie’s shawl around her, and led her to the carriage. After ho had assisted her in, he touched lightly the hand he had just released, and said "Good-night,” his very accent a blessing. :er xi. N February Mr. Trevlyn received a severe shock. His aged wife had been an inmate of an asylum almost since the death of her son Hubert: and Mr. Trevlyn, though he had loved her with his ■whole soul, had never seen her face in all those weary years. Suddenly, without any premonitory symptoms, her reason returned to her, and save that she was unmindful of the time that had elapsed during her insanity, she was the same Caroline Trevlyn of old. They told her cautiously of her hus band’s old age. for the unfortunate woman could not realize that nearly twenty years had passed since the loss of her mind. The first desire she ex pressed was to see "John,” and Mr. Trevlyn was sent for. He came, and wetnt Into the presence of the wife from whom he had been so long divided, alone. No one knew what passed between them. The interview was a lengthy one, and Mr. Trevlyn came forth from It, animated by a new born hope. The wife of his youth was to be restored to him! He made arrangements to take her home, but alas! they were never des tined to be carried into effect. The se cret fears of the physician were real ized even sooner than he had expected. The approach of dissolution had dis solved the clouds so long banging over the mind of Caroline Trevlyn. She lived only two days after the coining of her husband, and died in his arms, hap py in the belief that she was going to her son. Mr. Trevlyn returned home, a changed being. All his asperity of temper was gone; he was as gentle as a child. Whole days he would sit in the chair where his wife used to sit in the happy days of her young wife hood, speaking to no one, smiling sometimes to himself, as though he heard some inner whisperings whlcti pleased him. One day he roused himself seeming ly, and sent for Mr. Speedwell, his at torney, and Dr. Drake, his family phy sician. With these gentlemen he was closeted tRe entire forenoon: and from that time forward his hold on the the world and its things seemed to re lax. One morning, when Margie went to take his gruel up to him—a duty she always performed herself—she found him sitting in his armchair, wide awake, but incapable of speech or mo tion. The physician, hastily summoned, confirmed her worst fears. Mr. Trevlyn had been smitten with paralysis. He was in no immediate danger, perhaps; he might live for years, but was liable to drop away at any moment. It was simply a question of time. Toward the close of the second day after his attack, the power of speech re turned to Mr. Trevlyn. “Margie!” he said, feebly. “Margie, come here." She flew to his side. “I want you to send for Archer Trev IJrll, lie Beil 11, Willi glCUl UllULUlty. She made a gesture of surprise. “You think I am not quite right in my mind, Margie, that I should make that request. My mind was never clear er, my mental sight never more cor rect. I want to see my grandson.” Margie despatched a servant with a brief note to Archer, informing him of his grandfather's desire, and then sat down to wait his coming. It was a wild, stormy night in March; the boisterous wind beat against the eld mansion, and like a suffering hum an being, shrieked down the wide, old fashioned chimneys. in a lull of the storm there was a tap at the chamber door. Margie opened it, and stood face to face with Archer Trevlyn. "Come in,” she whispered, "he is asleep.” “No, I am not asleep,” said the sick man; “has my grandson come?” “He is here,” said Margie. “I will leave him with you. dear guardian. Let him ring for me when you want me,” “Remain here, Margaret. I want you to be a witness to what passes between us. I have no secrets from you, dear child, none whatever. Archer, come hither.” Trevlyn advanced, his face pale, his eyes moist with tears. For, having for given his grandparent, he had been growing to feel for the desolate old man a sort of Alia! tenderness, and strong in his fresh young manhood, it seemed terrible to him to see John Trevlyn ly ing there in his helplessness and feeble ness, waiting for death, “Come hither, Archer,” said the trem ulous voice, “and put your hand on mine. I cannot lift a Anger to you, but I want to feel once more the touch of kindred Aesh and blood. I have an noyed you and" yours sadly, ray poor boy, but death sweeps away all enmi ties, and all shadows. I see so clearly now. O, if I had only seen before!” Arch knelt by the side of his bed, holding the old man’s withered hands in his. Margie stood a little apart, re garding the pair with moist eyes. “Call me grandfather once, my son; I have never heard the name from the lips of my kindred.” “Grandfather! O grandfather!” cried the young man, “now that you will let me call you so, you must not die! You must live for me!” (TO HB CONTINUED, I CONTRABAND ANTIQUITIES, Italian wnrus «»* «ri VIIIU ihbh to the Market Despite the Uw. From the London News: Some days ago a well known dealer In antiquities offered for sale to the Louvre museum, in Paris, a splendid collection of an cient silver vases from Italy of Greek or Italian workmanship. The museum was unable to pay the price asked— £20,000—and declined the bargain. The Italian minister of education, having learned of this, has taken proceedings under the Pacca law against Signor Di Prisco, the owner of these antiquities. The latter is a large land owner at Bosco Reale. He secretly mado exca vations of his estate and found twenty eight silver vases of remote antiquity. Notwithstanding the Italian law pro hibiting owners of antiquities from sending them out of the country with out leave, or, rather, on account of this law. which prevents old works of art from commanding anything like their natural price in the impoverished coun try, Signor Di Pasco smuggled his And out of Italy and offered It to a Paris dealer for £5,000. Continuing mean while his search, he found other silver vases, which duly joined tbeir fellows in Paris, and the whole lot was offered to tne Louvre. The Italian minister of education throws interesting light on the facilities which underpaid officials are supposed to afford to illicit export ers of antiquities. He issues a notifica tion that, should any oflicial be found to have connived at this latest evasion of the Pacca law, they will be criminal ly prosecuted. Total Kcllpfle* Are llare. It is a fact well known to astronomers that the average number of total and partial eclipses in any one year is four; that the maximum is seven, and the minimum two. Where only two occur they are always both of the sun. There art a great many more eclipses of the sun in the course of a year or a hundred years than there are of the moon; this fact notwithstanding, however, London, the metropolis of the world, seemB to be a place where such obstructions of the sun's light seldom occur. The rate at which the Zulus can trav el upon an emergency Is astonishing. Some will go as much as fifty miles In six hours; eight miles an hour is an ordinary pace. Diphtheria Antitoxin In Newark. At a recent meeting of the Newark, N. J., board of health, the bacteriolo gist, Dr. Richard M. Connelly, reported that since the making of antitoxin was begun 1,200 vials of the serum had been produced. The serum was used in 600 cases out of a total of 039 cases of diph theria reported since July, 1895. Jn the 000 cases treated with antitoxin there were eighty-five deaths. Of the 333 patients treated in the old way 138 died. Dr. lierold, in his annual re port, said that antitoxin had proved a great life saver in the hands of physi cians.—Medical Record. When the Summer Hreeae Blows t hrough the trees, most of us whoran sets off for u country jaunt. Fewer cross the Atlantic. Whether It Is business or pleasure calls one from home, Hostetter's Stomach hitters Is the best iiccoinpunlament of a voyage or an outing. Yachtsmen, seucap-. tains, commercial travelers and emigrants concur In this opinion. The Bitters Is unri valled for billions, malaria, dyspeptic or liver disorder. Doing good will pay better in the end than digging gold. „fflT8-Ail Fits a topped free by Dr. Kline's Great Nerve Keetorer. No Klisartec to first.,lav's use. Marvelous cures. Treat Iso an,I •£ tr.al bolt le her t • k It cases, bund to Dr. Kline,>31 Aren bl„ Phtla., Pa. We often wish we had nothing to do but to attend to the things we ought to do, but neglect._ It the Baby u Gutting Teetn. Be sure and nse that old and well-tiled remedy, Mas. Wtxsiow'e Soomuto Brave for Children Teething. God made some laws to show how much he bates idleness. She’s Just "poll parroting." There’s no prettiness in pills, except on the theory of “pretty is that pretty does." In that case she’s right. Ayer’s Pills t. Inl87l. Th iuunda eured. Cheapest and beet cure Fnn: Tkul HUte ease. Da Mamin. ynlni-y, Mich. . "It's a Good Thing. Push it Along.** Why buy a newspaper unless you can profit by the expense? For 5 cents you can get almost as much “BATTLE AX” as you can of other high grade brands for 10 cents. Here's news that will repay you for the cost of your newspaper to-day. ? Popularity does not come without cause. Nothing but the stand- ' ard quality that is invariably maintained in Columbia Bicycles could secure such indorsement as comes unsought to Columbias. J* EVERYBODY'S When The New Yark Jour nal offered the choice of the' ten leading makea oi bicycles recently to the ten winners of a guessing contest, every: one of the ten selected Columbias. And The Journal bought ten Columbias at $10(1 each. TIFFANY'S When Tiffany ft Co., the famous jeiy- , CHOICE desired to make an experiment with elaborate decoration of bicycles, they of course first selected a Columbia—and paid $100 for it. They have decorated other bicycles since, but Col umbia was first choice. When the United States Government recently asked for proposals for furnishing five bicycles, it received from . other makers of from $30 to CHOSEN by the $8$ and our bid of $100 GOVERNMENT each**Columbiaji*their *» variable price. And the ex perts selected Columbias, as in their opinion ffrf.unbus were worth every dollar of the price asked. If you are able to pay $100 for a Bicycle, will you be content with any but a Columbia ? . ■■ ■!■■■ ——mm f/k*. POPE MFG. CO., Makers, Hartford, Conn. Branch Stores and Agencies in almost every city and town. If Columbias are not properly reprasented in your vicinity let an know.