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IN THE
Clutch of Rome.
(OOPTR1UBTIO.)
BY "GONZALES."
CHAPTER XX.
THE RELIGION OF HUMANITY.
The week sped on. In the borne of
Senator Maxwell, perfectly regulated,
refined and luxurious io every detail,
nothing seemed changed by the med
ling fingers of the church. Mrs. Max
well rode out, paid calls, watched care
fully over herchildren, and attended to
the ordering of her household, prayed
and supplicated the virgin to watch
over her always, and was never so un
happy in her life; and she dreaded and
longed for. the return of her husband,
who had lately written to 'her that he
would make a visit borne as soon as his
busine-s would permit.
Miss Martha was much exercised in
mind by the non-receipt of a letter from
her brother, In reply to the one she
had written him. That he had re
ceived the letter, it never occurred to
her to doubt. He could not be angry
with her for what she had written, for
he always sent words of kindly remem
brances to her in the letters he wrote to
his wife. So she at length came to the
conclusion that her brother had replied
to her letter, and that Miss Dillon had,
in some way, got possession of the mail,
and kept her letter from her, with a
view to making her think that her
brother ignored her tale-bearing, "For
of course the jade had read It, but I
will wake him up this time, or I am not
a faithful Presbyterian."
So Martha wrote her brother to the
effect that he had no doubt received
her letter of several weeks ago, warn
ing him that things were not going
straight in his household; that he had,
without doubt, replied to her letter,
probably to make light of her warning,
or he would have been home, if only for
a week, to see what was going on.
"In any case," she wrote, "your let
ter never came to my hand, for the
reason that your house is filled with
Jesuits and Roman priests. Your chil
dren have been baptized into the Catho
lic faith, and your wife priest-deviled
till she looks like 'Death on a Pale
Horse.' In a word, the scarlet woman
Is firmly established in your house, and
I fear it is too late for you to rout her
out. I told you in my firs,t letter, As
you have sown, so must you reap. Your
sister, Martha Maxwell, who, thank Al
mighty God, the devil has never
tempted to run after strange gods."
St. John no longer tried to conceal
from himself that the young girl with
bright chestnut hair and pansy eyes,
with all the attributes of the highest
type of woman about her, had come be
tween him and his priesthood. He had
hated himself for once yielding to the.
influence of a woman's passion, although
the animal impulse in his nature has
been drawn forth by all the devilish
arts of elegant and refined voluptuous
ness. He had felt the keenest self
abasement for his mortal weakness, and
a loathing for the woman with a call a
lily skin, a scarlet mouth and glowing
eyes that had too plainly told him that
which it was a shame for her to reveal,
and for him to know. He took no
credit to himself that he had never
gone back to this woman, for the revul
sion of feeling for her had come un
sought, and he had felt no temptation
to trifle again with the forbidden fruit,
so providentially snatched from his lips.
Why, then, did this half-formed, pale
girl, whose beauty compared to Ida Ol
ney's was like that of seme pale sun
flower of the north, beside a gorgeous
flower of the tropics, haunt him so per
sistently? J She, also, for him, was for
bidden fruit, though she was no man's
wife. He loathed the memory of that
room with luxurious, oriental furniture,
rose light, and scents of sandal wood
and attar of rose; but often an in ense
longing came over him to rest in a
ribbon-twined rocker, by a glowing
grate, in a long, pleasant room, with
filmy lace curtains, delicate tones of
color, and simple furniture, where the
fresh, sweet scent of heliotrope and
-mignonette bred no unhallowed desires.
Yes, Father St. John acknowledged
to himself -that, priest though he was,
he loved Flora Hume. He could never
yield to this love in the slightest de
gree. It should never Interfere with
the labor of his life, for his vows were
sacred. It had come to him unsought
and he could not conquer it, and he was
wonderingly conscious of feeling no
grovelling self-censure that he could
not. It was the cross he was to bear
through l'fe. No other should feel the
weight or it. Flora should never dream
that the faintest shadow of her love
had fallen upon himself; he would unite
the duties of a pastor with the tender
interest and friendship of a brother, in
all the innocent and artistic pursuits of
her life.
So strong in the conceit of the
strength of his own character, young
Father St. John took to visiting inform
ally the dainty studio, to watch the girl
as she painted her pictures, or sat in
the dainty parlor and talked to her of
the lives of the saints, and the historic
legends of the church, and sometimes
he told her incidents of his boyhood,
and talked to her of his beautiful Span
ish mother.
' At first, Flora had received the visits
of Father St. John with a painful em
barraxsmenl, which his frank, delicate
manner soon dispell, d, and she bad
gradually conw to regard the visits of
the young priest as a part of her life.
Beside making frequent afternoon calls,
he took to dropping in often of an even
ing, ai d Margaret b -gan to grow a
litt.e uneasy at these frequent visits of
the nandsome young man, priest though
be was, but in spite of her vague un
easiness she was so much Interested in
the elegant, refined priest, who, by his
intelligent and instructive conversa
tion, so pleasantly broke the monotony
of their evenings, and she often looked
at her sifter and their guest, and
thought "what a pity it was he ever
became a priest. If he had been a min
ister of any other faith, now, among
whom marriage was not only permissi
ble but honorable, what a handsome,
well-matched couple he and Flora would
make." For Margaret, who had never
been pretty and was now a stout old
maid of 40, was a strong advocate of
marriage, though It had never, owing
to the peculiar circumstances of her
life, come in her way.
Flora was, or thought she was, su
premely happy.
Her cheeks had regained their round
ness, and a delicate pink came and went
in them. She no longer felt ashamed
to look the girl in the face, for she no
longer carried a guilty secret in her
bosom. Father St. John had not de
spised her for the shameful confession
she had been obliged to make. St.
Michael had not failed her; under his
watch she had found peace. She no
longer thought of Father St. John, ex
cept as he had bidden her, as father,
brother, and spiritual adviser. All the
same, she determined in her young
mind (with that sublime ignoring of the
future when the present is bliss, which
is common with the young) that she
would never marry, but live always in
the cottage with Margaret, by the
Church of the Blessed Sacrament.
And the young priest? He saw the
altered appearance of the girl whose
welfare was more to him than the eter
nal salvation of the universe, and he
drank deep draughts of self-praise, that
his judicious treatment had brought
health and happiness to her, by teach
ing her to look upon himself in a new
light; and he told himself that he was
thankful to all the saints that this had
come to pass, though being so constantly
in the companionship of the lovely
young creature who had once, in shame
and anguish of heart, confessed he was
more than earth and Heaven to her,
had filled him with mild unrest and
longing for the sweet joys of domestic
life; but he knew time would quiet
tuese emotions with the calmness of
despair. t v - .. . . . ,
One day, business connected with the
church calk d him a short distance from
the city. Having transacted his busi
ness, he signified his intention, to those
whose duty it was to drive him to the
station, on his return, to walk the dis
tance of two miles. His way led through
green fields dotted here and there with
bright patches of flowers which herald
ed the coming of the early California
spring, for February was already on the
wane. Nature herself proved a beautl
ful temptress to the young priest that
sunny afternoon, and looking at her in
her various moods he fell into a danger
ous train of thought.
The sweet wild flowers grew in loving
clusters, mingling their lines of color
and perfume together; a line of butter
flies flashed across his path, as he st
lessly watched the graceful, undulating
line, two of the happy fluttering things
suddenly, making love stgnals with
their pale yellow wings, flew away to
gether. A little farther on, a bird flew
swiftly past him, uttering a shrill,
sweet call; another, with an answering
note.darted, circling and fluttering after
it.
Even as the priest watched the love
parleying of these free, wild creatures
of the air, another bird, with a wild
note of warning, lit in the branches of
a tree over his head. Close by, from a
tangle of Manzaoita bushes, came a
fluttering and a twittering reply. Wi h
a sudden impulse, Father St. John care
fully parted the blossom-loaded boughs,
and a little brown moss of quivering,
feathered life flew with a chirp to the
protection of her mate in the tree . Fa
ther St. John looked at the little half
completed nest, and its pathetic mean
ing sank deep In his sad heart, as he
gently let the parted leaves and blos
soms fall back over it. Then, in the
fulness of heart which only finds relief
in speech, ha cried aloud:
"Come back and finish the building
of your home, little bird, and sing your
notes of praise to Him who created us
both, that you are free to carry out the
great law of love He implanted in your
tiny being."
And the refrain of the song, high up
in the trees, seemed to say:
"We love, we love! We are free, we
are free!"
Father St. John looked at his watch.
He had yet an hour to wait for his train.
The little station stood out brown and
bare a short distance away; so he sat
down on a fallen tree and his thoughts
grew dark and bitter.
"Fool, fool!" he muttered, "to swear
away my right to love one fair girl and
take her away from the world, and
build a home in which should ripen the
fruition of our lives. Surely, the flut
tering, singing birds of the air know
better how to use the Creator't gift of
Ufa than who are called Hl noblest
work. Everything in nature cries down
the tows the Church demanded of me,
before she deemed me worthy to pro
claim the decreei of holy. Infallible
Church."
The priest threw hock his head and
looked up to the deep blue sky above
him.
"What had the Universal Cod, the
God of man, the God of the birds, the
butterflies, the flowers, and the beasts,
alike, to di with these vows of mine?
Twa to the Church I made them the
Church whom I have learned to know
as the creature of man, and whom I am
beginning to look U on as a dangerous
rival of the Christ, in whose name she
rears her haughty head. Have I a
moral right to make these vows?"
The priest's soliloquy was interrupted
by a sound of voices, and be behold
coming over the green fields a number
of boys, with a tall man in the midst of
them. The young priest arose and
stood, with some curiosity, watching
the motley company approaching him.
The tall man, with a full, florid face,
innocent of any beard and with silvery
hair falling low on his great coat collar,
with his roughly garbed young com
panions, whose ages ranged anywhere
from 8 to 14, grouped around him, and
the handsome young priest standing
under the shade of a Madrona tree, ex
changed a few words of greeting. Then
the old gentleman looked at his watch
and said:
"Well, boys, you have just three-
quarters of an hour to gambol In.
When you hear the first whistle of the
locomotive make a bee-line for the sta
tion. Now scatter."
The boys, with loud whoops and frol
icsome antics, disappeared among the
trees and tangle of underbrush.
"I see by your dress, sir, you are a
Catholic priest. Do you live around
here?"
"No, sir; I am Father St. John, of the
Church of tho lllessed Sacrament, in
San Francisco. I have been to the
town, some distance back of us, on
business. I am awaiting the return
train. And you?"
"I am Frank Stafford, sir, alto of
San Francisco. I have been taking a
few friends of mine out to breathe some
of God's pure air. As we are both wait
ing for the same train, shall we walk
to yonder station together?"
"With pleasure, sir," said Father
St. John; "out will you tell me where
you picked up those rather doubtful
looking small friends of yours?"
The old gentleman laughed. "You
need notbe so polite, sir, in your in
quiry, for we both know they are not
doubtful looking at all. They look
what they are twenty young raga
muffins and vagabonds. You wouldn't
care to picnic with 'them, now, would
you?" And he looked at the ek gant
young priest beside him, and laughed
again.
Father St. John colored. "Really,
Mr. Stafford, besides the fact of my
being a priest, I have been taught to
scorn none of God's creatures, however
humble, but "
"Come, now, be honest, sir," Inter
rupted the old man, "but you would
rather that I would picnic with such
as those." Then, as he quietly slipped
his arm in that of the young priest:
"No offense, sir. I am what they call
a crank, and cranks, like the king's
jester of old, think they are privileged
to say whatever comes into their heads.
But, here we are at the station: let's
sit on this bench out here in the sun
shine, and I will tell you how I happen
to be here with those friends of mine,
who are rolling among the brush over
there; and let me assure you that l
have other friends who are more re
spectable and congenial, but the crank
ism in my nature leads me to do some
strange thing sometimes. So, occa
sionally, I go down to the wharves,
and, picking out the most likely look
ing spec mens, say:
'It's your day; come on.'
"They come with a bound, I tell you,
for I'm well known among the riffraff;
and we walk along the streets and pick
up more as we go. I throw money
enough into the basket of some wizened
urchin, who is selling matches or some
other trifle, to buy out his stock, and
say: 'Fall in; it's my treat.' In short,
I pick up in various ways as many of
my boon companions as I can manage
at a time. Then I say; 'Boys, I am
going to take you out for a little trip.
Hands up for water and down for land.'
To-day the land had it, and I brought
them out here. I took them to a farm
house and bought all the milk they
had on hand, and let each boy drink
till he could drink no more.
"I shall take them back to the city
this afternoon, with a more lasting
moral lesson impressed upon their
young hearts than if I had taken them
into a Sunday-schcol and read twenty
pages of the Bible to them, and then
preached hell-fire to them and told
them that the devil was In their hearts,
as a sequel.
"Whenever I go with these ragged
little friends of mine I read them a
lesson from God, and illustrate it by
calling their attention to the green
fields, the flowers, the birds, the tiny
squirrels that dart across their path,
and the grand blue sky over their
heads, that I trust" they will never
quite forget, no matter how dark their
path through life may be. Not that I
wish to disparage the Sundayix-hool.
God forbid! There Is a c!im of chil
dren that are the better and no doubt
happier lor gt'lng U) them regularly,
but not that da;" and he waved hi
hand io the direction of the boys.
ITo bo Continued.)
"IN THE CLUTCH OF ROME," l
pulill-ln'.t In bonk form, paprr mwr. ami mn
m hail liy m-iuIIiiji S5 r.-nti lu raali to tu
AMfcHll ix ri'm.mitlKl l um-iHY.
M tit II MONK.
Tlir Nan Who Ksraped From the Hotel
Men, Munlrvul, Canada. I'mh lf-'llim-iit.
In the winter of 1J0 and 191 the
celebrated Chas. Chiniquy, commonly
called Father Chiniquy, and now proba
bly the most famous ex-priest In the
world was In Washington, D. C. Here
he delivered a course of nineteen lec
tures on Romanism, lie was then in
his 82nd year, being now IS'.iS, he would
be 86 years old.
It fell to my lot to serve as his asltt
ant and I was with him daily for about
three weeks. Being one day alone with
him in his room, I asked whether he
knew anything about the story of Maria
Monk and her famous book, Awful Dis
closures. Chiniquy was about 20 years
old at the time of Miss Monk's escaie,
In l.'i.'j; and I knew that he had boon
much in Montreal where the Hotel Dieu
is situated. He replied that he did, and
that one occasion, when he had becomo
too ill to continue his arduous labors as
a priejt and "Apostle of Temperance,"
as he was often called, his bishop sent
him to that very hotel to take some
needed rest, saying to him: "The sisters
will give you a room, and nurse you
tenderly, and you will soon recover your
usual health." While he was there a
very old nun often came into his room
to minister to his wants; and one day
he asked her whether she know any
thing of the story of Maria Monk. She
replied that she was well informed on
that subject, and had read her book,
"Awful Disclosures." "Well now," says
Chiniquy "wore you here during the
timo when she claimes to have been
here?" "Yes," she said, "I was here
and I knew her well." "Then," says
he, "I wish you would tell mo whether
the awful statements she has made of
deeds done In this nunnery were true.'
Upon this question, the old nun was
greatly agitated and begged to be ex
cused from answering; but on being
pressed for an answer, consented, pro
vided ho would promise never to reveal
anything she said until after her death.
He promised", and she then stated that
Miss Monk's statements in that book
were true; and says she, "I have seen
worse things done here than anything
that she fcas told."
My attention was again turned to the
Maria Monk affair, by seeing a little
phamphlet recently published In Lon
don, Eng., by a Catholio house, endeav
oring to prove that Miss Monk's Aw
ful Disclosures were a fraud. I read
the phamphlet through; but it does not
seem to me to disprove. any part of her
story. Besides, this statement of the
Rev. Chiniquy is a direct confirmation
of the truth of Miss Monks story, new
evidence, which I have never before
seen published.
But I have just received, most un
expectedly, some very interesting and
very reliable statements from another
source.
While Friend Traynor, State Presi
dent of the A. P. A., was in this city
recently, he gave me the name of a Rev.
gentleman now living in New YorkCity
from whom valuable Information con
cerning Miss Monk might be obtained.
I wrote to him, and received substanti
ally the following: That It was his
mother, who first protected Miss Monk,
when she arrived in that city after her
e-.cape from Montreal in tho year 1835
He says: "It was extremely difficult
to select a refuge with any promise of
safety, as spies were alert and numer
ous, and danger of discovery was In
creasing." The name of this protectrix
was Mrs. Sarae W. Reeves, famous for
her beauty, breadth of mind, dauntless
courage, and sublimity of character,
combined with such lovable traits and
womanly graces as commended her for
this charge in a time of great peril
Her love of justice, hatred of wrong
and unfaltering devotion to humanity
decided the question, and watchman
Hogan seized a favorable opportunity,
and secretly hurried Maria Monk to
Mrs. Reeve's residence where she and
Mrs. Hogan welcomed her at midnight.
She was Immediately secreted on the
top floor, previously prepared for her,
which she occupied for months, where
when restored to health and strength,
she wrote her famous book, Awful Dis
closures." "The truths it contained were ter
ribly emphasized by the subsequent
excitement, and flood of vituperation
with malignant persecution, coupled
with threats of assassination.",
"It is idle folly to attempt todiscredit
her book in the face of the venomous
fury aroused, and the consternation
which forced the leading minds of the
Roman Catholic church into the con
troversy." "Maria Monk at length tired of her
captivity, and one day incautiously ap
proached a window, and was recog
nized." "That night a mob beseiged the
house, demanding her immediate sur
render." "They were dispersed, and
another mob appeared the next day."
"The third day, Fifth int (rx.m
Avenue D to Avenue C was filled by
frvnzW'd mob of howling fanatics (R
mao Catholic-), who threatened to raze
the houxo to the ground, unlet MIm
Monk was surrendered at out. M it.
Home preferred to take chances rather
than surrender. So the neighbors ral
lied and guarded the house until Mlns
Monk was safoly conducted Io other
quarters three days later. My
mother often rvWxl this story, but
had I received your inquiry five weeks
sooner, I could have given some start
ling details," for bis mother died jut
five week ago.
"The words quoted are as ! received
them from the son of this heroic mother.
If Miss Monn was not an escaped nun,
why did the priests stir, up ItotuUh
molts to recapture her? And If those
convents are not places of lewdness and
wickedness, why did l"oe Innocent
VIII. publish a bull demanding refor
mation In monasteries and other relig
ious places, and declare that "members
of monasteries and other 'religious
houses lead a lascivious and truly dis
solute life."
Why is it that all escaped suns tell
the same story of thoite prisons?
For my part, I should deem It truly
wonderful that these escaped women
should all agree so well, though wholly
unknown o each other, and living In
widely different times and far remote
from one another. Every lawyer ao
customed to sift and weigh evidence,
knows well that witnesses cannot so
agroe in all the essentials of a story as
these escaped nuns do, unless they are
tolling tho truth.
This hook should be in every family
in the world. The boy or girl who has
read it, will not bo likely to be beguiled
into the dons of Romanism.
Yours truly. Chase Roys.
Kil V St N. W.
Washington, D. C.
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Dr. Miles' Heart Cure
Restores Health
RAILROAD TIME CARD.
OMAHA, NEB,
UUUMNOTON UOCTK-Kaht.
tlHPAHT.
No. S Clilrauo Vestibule I'lyer, dully. 4 45 pin
" 4 Chlcaxn Kipress. dully , U Mi am
" (I Chic, and Kl. L.Kx press, dally.. 7,Mipiu
' VI Till. & I'ac. J dally fcx. fun ..11 Uoam
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" HI C..I.R I.. Kx., K. Hun 80am
" a ChlcaKO K.xpress.tliilly ., 4 15pm
" 5 Chli'uxo Kx press, dally An am
" 11 IM-al. dally 5 ;ipm
" 7 t aslMttlly, dally 2 40pm
1IUKMNUTON ttOUTE-WaOT.
nti'ART.
No.S Kxp., Ilea, and p'ts In Neb..d'y,10 lftam
" 6 Kx ., V., U. I., 11. d'y ex. Hun. JO i'ain
" 7 Knit Mull Ito Iilni'oluldiilly ... 2 4.tpm
" S Hlk. II., Mont.& I'.H. K.x.,d'y.. 4 ilflpm
" il 'Thollurl'sNo.a"forlien..d1y. 4;tfpm
" 91 Lincoln lineal, dally hx.Hun... H l.'iam
" 11 Lincoln Wal, daily Ex. Hun... 8 4Apui
Aliitivf.
' 2 I lenver Vestibule, l.lni.,d'y 4 10pm
" 0 li. 11 . IHnt. k V. H Knsl Kx .d y, 4 ldpm
" 4 Denver Ux-al r.xpress, d y... . v 411am
" IS laical Express, dally Kx. Hun.. 7 4;pin
' Vi Local Express, dally Ex. Fun. .11 25am
HUKLINUTUN Kol.'TK HoiiTn.
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No.2 Kansas City Day Exp., Cally... D.VIaiu
" 4 K. C. Nlitht Ex. via Co. It.. dry .. 4.'ipm
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No. 1 Kansas City Day Evp. .dally ... SiJOpm
" 3 K. C. Night Ex.,via.'o. It ,d'y.. V Ml a 111
CHICAIJO k NORTH WKHTEUN.
tlKPAHT.
No. 8 lay Exp., via II. I'. Tr.. d'y 11 05 am
" 8 Chlcsiio Fx., via II. l'.Tr.,d'y.. 4 mpm
" 2 Limited, via U. P. Tr.,dally .... 5 4r.pm
JO Mo, Valluy Local ' " .... tl.Viirn
AltKIVK.
" 5 Local Exp., via U. I'.Tr.d'y..., 9 40am
" I Limited " .... 1 45piu
" 7 Omaha Mall ".... In pin '
" U Mo. Valley laical ' " . .,10 a5pm
FREMONT, ELK HORN & Mo. VALLEY.
IIKI'AHT.
No, II Deadwood Express, daily 2 10pm
" 15 Wyo. Ex. ex Hat ur'y (for points
west of Chad ron 2 10 pm
' 15 Hastings, K L. line. ex. Hun. 2 10 pm
' 5 Fremont, N., A. & V. Ex. ex Sun 9 O.'i am
" 14 Ht. Paul Express, dully 8 10pm
ARHiVK.
No. W Deadwood Express, dally 4 55 pin
' Id Wyoming Ex. except Monday . 4 55pm
' 1H Hastings H. & L. Ex. J'e, ex Hun 4 f5pm
" 6 Fremont Nor. Ex. ex Hun.... in atiuni
' 1 Ht. Paul Express, dally 10 ilTiam
CH10., ROCK I H LAND & I'ACIFIC-East.
IIKPAKT.
No.4 A. Ex.. via tl. P. Tr.,d'y ex Sun. 11 00am
" 8 Vestibule LI 111. " 4 ipm
" 2 Night Express " " 8pin
AHHIVR.
No. 1 Night Exp. via U. P. Tr, d-y.... :am
" a Atlantic, Exp. ' " .... 5 55pm
" 5 Vestibule Lou., " " .... 1115pm
CHIC, ROCK ISLAND & PACIKICWkst.
IIKI'AHT.
No. 7 Okla. Tex. Exp. d'y ex. Hun.. (I 00 am
" S Chicago to Denver, oa.liy , 1 10 pm
AltKIVK.
" 6 Denver to C' l-ago, dally 4 00 pin
" 8 Ok. & Texas Exp. d'y ex Hun.. 10 35 pin
SPLENDID NEW PATRIOTIC ENVELOPES
Some illus ratt-d w'th line eiii:t:ivins of
Washington and Lincoln. Fine '.s'tleld and
Prohibition enveiopis priu el In colors.
Illustrated many -ty.es Jl f : 10 cents. 40
cents per WO. Fine motto lt:r paper Illus
trated In colors, be iii' 1 oi pi 't ire free
tracts, etc. Address, the FA I I II TRACT
HOUSE. 20 Elm si reel Li lira. N. V.
iviT DALEY,
Merchant Tailor
Suits Made to Order.
Guarantees a pcrfe -t Ht In all cases, clotti
ng cleaned dyed and remodeled.
2107 Cumin St., OMVII A.
C. W. BAKER,
Undertaker Emalmber
IFormerly with M. O. Muul.1
Tblkphone 6S4.
13 South 16th St., OMAHA.
LADY ASSISTANT FURNISHED.
AN EXTRAORDINARY OFFER! If
We want luto more active fcirentu before
July 1st. We will Kunrant.'f $?u topper day
can be etutWir made In any locality; our koocU
ttill themselves; we furnish a la rife roll of
samples entirely FRKK and allow 60 per
cent, commission on all Mies. LHentl to-day
for full particulars or we will send with
Solid Silver upon receipt of 0 cents in ,
silver orstatnpa. Kt:tluhvi In 1-'. Ad
dress, MAMUKI) SjILVKRWAKIS
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