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    THE "FEMALE” COLLEGE.
An institution once there was.
Of learning and of knowledge,
Which had upon its high brick front
A - Vassar Female College.”
The maidens fair could not enjoy
Their bread, and milk, and porridge,
For -.raven on the forks and spoons
Was “Vassar Female College."
Train, la, U! Tra la, la, la!
’Twas "Vassar Female College"
A strong east win d at last came by,
A wind that blow from Norwich:
It tore the “Female" from the sign
That was upon tho college
And as tho faculty pro rressed
In wisdom and in knowled -o.
The ,- took tne “Female" oil the spoons,
As well as off the colic ?o
Tra la. la. la! Tra la. la, la!
It now is Vassar col.e<c
--Girls of Vassar
THE MERCHANT’S CRIME.
ItV HORATIO ALGER, JR.
CHAPTER XX—Continued.
Robert recounted tho circumstances
which are already familiar to the
reader, except as to the wicked
means by which his father's life was
shortened. Of this ha was hitnso.f
ignorant, as we know.
“Now,” said the major, “how does
it happen that you are traveling !
alone and almost friendless in this !
region? T confess it surprises me. j
I cannot understand why your guar- j
dian should allow it.”
“It is a strango story,” said
Robert. “I do not understand it j
myself.”
Therefore ho gave an account of !
tho manner in which he had beon j
consigned to tliecaro of James Crom
well and tho events that followed,
his auditor listening with strong in
terest.
"So he intrusted you to the caro j
of a druggist! That is certainly |
strange. He removed you from your |
school and sent you to an inferior
school in a Western village. There
is something remarkable about this.”
When Robert gave an account of
James Cromwell’s attempt to put
him out of the way. Major Woodley’s
oye Hashed, and Edith, placing her
hand on Robert’s arm, said, “What a
horrid, wicked man lie must have
beon!”
••I sometimes think he is not in
his right mind,” said Robert.
“What do you think, sir?” ho con
tinued. appealing to tho major.
“I am not so charitable,” said the
ma or. “I think he was quite aware
of what he was doing and that he
had a motive in what he did.
“What motive could he have had, ]
sir?” j
“I will keep that to myself at pres
ent. I have my suspicions, but
they may be groundless.”
In fact Major Woodley suspected
that Cromwell was acting under in
structions from Paul Morton, of
whom he had a bad opinion, and he
determined to satisfy himself on this
point when they reached New York. \
But he felt that it would not be of !
any service to impart this to Robert !
until he should have ascertained def
initely.
, CHAPTER XXL
• The Ghost in No. 41.
After waiting two days, during
which no tidings were received of
Robert, James Cromwell determined
to go on to New York. He had
hoped that the body might be found
in order that he might carry with
him the proof that would entitle him
to the reward of $10,030. But he
did not venture to suggest that the
pond should be dragged, lest it
might appear that he was too well
informed about the matter. He an
nounced his determination to Mr.
Manton and Clara the evening pre
vious. Ho thought it politic to as
sign a double motive for his de
parture.
“You may remember,” he said,
“that I referred to a relative indeli
cate health from whom I expected a
legacy.”
“Yes,” said Mr. Manton.
“I have received intelligence that
he is very low and wishes to see me.
So, although it will be inconvenient
for me to leave my business, I find
it necessary to go.”
“Perhaps you may be rewarded
for going,” suggested Mr. Manton.
“Yes, I have no reason to doubt
that I shall be well remembered in
my relative's will. I think that
when I return there will be nothing
to prevent my complying with the
conditions you named, and that I
may be able to claim your daugh
ter's hand. ”
In the morning, James Cromwell
started for New York, going by
Wheeling. It so chanced that ho ar
rived in the evening at the same
hotel where Robert and Major Wood
lev had rooms. He was fatigued by
his long journey, and retired at 9
o’clock, or soon after his arrival. Ho
did not think to look over the books
of the hotel, or he might have made
the discovery that Robert was still
alive and that his journey was likely
to prove fruitless. Neither did he
meet Major Woodley or Robert, for
they were sitting together in the
major's room until 10:30, chatting
eosily.
But James Cromwell was destined
to meet with an adventure which
tormeutde his guilty soul with fear,
and gave him a great shock. 1^
chauced that the room assigned to
him was No. 41. The room occupied
by Robert was No. 43, just beyond in
the same corridor. As has been said,
Cromwell retired to bed at 9:30; but
though fatigued, he was unable to
sleep—he was haunted by the
thoughts of the pond and the body
that lay beneath, deprived of life
through his most wicked agency,and
as be lay he became nervous and
restless, and not even his physical
fatigue could induce the coveted
slumber to visit him.
When Robert, coming from the
room of Major W'oodtey, sought his
own room, he could not at first re
member whether it was No. 41 or 43.
He had the impression that It was
41 that had been assigned him. He
accordingly open&d tho door of tho
room and stood just within the door.
At tho Bound of the opening door
James Cromwell rose in bed and
gazed with horror at the face and
figure of the boy whom he supposed
that ho had murdered. The moon
light entering through the windows
fell upon Robert’s face and gave it a
ghastly look, or at least it seemea
to do so to the excited imagin
ation of the guilty Cromwell.
Ho gazed spell-bound, and cowering
with fear, at the apparition,and witli ;
difficulty ejaculated;
“Who are you?”
Of course Robert recognized Crom
well and he at once guessed the
truth, that he was going to Now
York to give his own version of his
disappearance to his guardian. He
saw at once that he was mistaken for a
ghost, and tho desire seized him to !
carryout the deception. Certainly, !
if one were justifiable in frightening }
another by exciting his superstitious !
fears Robert was justified in terrify- j
ing the man who so basely sought ;
hi3 life. When, therefore, with falter- i
ing lips, James Cromwell put the '
question, “Who are you?” Robert (
answered in a low, guttural voice: j
“1 am the spirit of the boy you j
murdered." As he uttered the words, i
he waved one hand aloft, and made j
a step forward toward the bad.
Excited to the wildest pitch. Crom
well trembled convulsively, then |
opened his lips to utter a piercing |
shriek, and Hinging the bed-clothes j
ovor his head, cowered beneath them '
in craven terror. Robert thought i
this a good chance to make his exit. |
He noiselessly retreated, closing the j
door behind him, and entered his ;
own room before the servants, j
aroused by Cromwell’s shrieks, ;
could reach tho door of liis apart- j
ment
“What’s the matter here?” dc- |
manded a waiter, opening the door
of No. 41.
The only answer was a groan from
beneath the bed-clothes.
“What’s the matter. I say?” ho
repeated rather sharply.
The voice was so decidedly earthly
that James Cromwell, somewhat re- '
lieved of his fear, removed the :
clothes from his head, and looked up. j
“I—I don’t know,” he said, “I
think 1 had the night-mare.”
“Well,” uttered the servant, “I
hope you won’t have it again. You’ll
wake up all that are asleep, and
make them think that somebody is
being murdered.”
James Cromwell recoiled at the
last word, and he said, hastily, for
he feared a return of the supposed
spirit:
“My friend, if you’ll come in here
and stop till I've gone to sleep, I’ll
pay you for your trouble. I’m afraid
of having the night-mare again.”
“Can’t do it; I haven't got the
time. Besides, what’s the use? You
won’t have tlie night-mare when
you're awake.”
He shut the door and James Crom
well lay for a long time in a state of
nervous terror, trying to go to sleep,
but unable to do so. At last, from
sheer fatigue, he fell into a troubled
slumber, which was disturbed by
troubled dreams. He woke at an
early hour unrefreshed, and going
below ordered a breakfast which he
did not relish. Thence he went to j
the depot and took the early morn- !
ing train bound eastward. He was ;
already speeding on his way rapidly j
before Robert Ray mind arose. The !
door of Na 41 was open and be
looked in. But the occupant had
disappeared. Going to the office he
saw the name of James Cromwell on
the books of the hotel, and learned
from the clerk that he had already
gone.
“He’s a queer chap,” said the
clerk; “he had a terrible night-mare j
last night, and shrieked loud enough
to take the roof off. You must have
heard him.as your room adjoins his?”
“Yes, I heard him,” said Robert,
but ho said no more.
CHAPTER XXII.
A Startling Appearance.
Paul Morton was sitting in his li
brary, carelessly scanning the .daily
paper. He no longer wore the
troubled expression of a few weeks
before. He had succeeded in weath
ering the storm that threatened his
business prospects by the timely aid
afforded bv a portion of his ward’s
property, and now his affairs were
proceeding prosperously. It may be
asked how with such a crime upon
his soul he could experience any de
gree of comfort or satisfaction. But
this is a problem we cannot explain.
Probably his soul was so blunted to
all the best feelings of our common
nature that he was affected only by
that which-selfishly affected his own
interests.
“At last I am in a secure position,”
he said to himself. “Then the op
portune death of my ward, of which
I am advised by Cromwell, gives me
his large estate. With this to fall
back upon and my business righted,
I do not see why I should not look
forward in a few years to 1500,000.
Ho was indulging in these satis
factory reflections when the door
opened, and a servant entered.
“A gentleman to see you,” he said.
“Who is it?” asked Mr. Morton.
“1 think it is the same one that
called several times about the time of
Mr. Raymond’s funeral.”
“Cromwell 1” repeated Mr. Morton.
“Show him up,” he said.
A moment afterward James Crom
well entered the room. The two
looked at each other with a kind of
guilty intelligenca Each saw in the
other a murderer. One had put to
death his intimate friend for the
sake of his money. The other had
sent to death (so they both sup
posed) an innocent bov. confided to
his charge, and this crime, too. was
instigated by the same sordid mo
tive.
“Well,” said Paul Morton, slowly.
“Did you receive a letter fias me
a day or two since?” asked James
Cromwell.
“Yes. ”
•‘About the boy?”
“Yes, but 1 did not quite under
stand it. You wrote that he had dis
appeared. Has he returned to you?”
"No,” said Cromwell.
"How do you account for his dis
appearance?” asked Paul Morton.
‘•I think he must have gone out in
a boat on the pond and got
drowned.” said Cromwell.
"Has the body been found?” ques
tioned the merchant.
••Not yet. ”
“Was not the pond searched,then?”
-No.”
“Then how do you know that he
was drowned there.”
James Cromwell moved uneasily in
his chair. It was not a pleasant
question for him to answer.
"I cannot, of course, say positive
ly,” he stammered, "but I have every
reason to feel satisfied that the boy
is dead.”
"And yet, came away from Madison
without ascertaining definitely ?”
"1 thought there was no need,”
said Cromwell.
"No need! Do you think I am
willing to remain in uncertainty as
to whether or not my ward is dead?
What faith am I to putin your state
ment, since you have no satisfactory
evidence to offer?”
James Cromwell began to perceive
his mistake. He saw that he ought
to have had tho pond dragged, and
personally superintended tho funeral
ceremonies pf his victim, in order
that he might have brouhgt the mer
chant the most indubitable proof of
the certainty of his death.
••Why need he be so particular?”
ho thought. Then with a suspicious
feeling, he began to think that Mr.
Morton was making all this unneces
sary trouble in order to evade the
payment of the sum which he had
promised him, and to satisfiy himsel f
whether his suspicions were correct,
he determined to broach the subject
at once.
"1 need not remind you,” he said,
of tho promise you made ino in case
the boy should not live.”
“To what promise do you refer?”
demauded Paul Morton.
“You promised me the sum of $10,
033 as a reward for my care of your
ward. ”
•‘it would be a handsome reward
for a few weeks’ care,” said the
merchant sneering.
“I can’t help that,” said Cromwell
angrily. “Handsome or not, it is
what you promised me. Do you
mean to say that you did not?” he
added defiantly.
“Softly, my friend. I have said
nothing of the sort. But you will
do me the favor to remember that it
was only to be given in case the
boy died.”
“Well, he is dead.”
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
For a Christmas Dinner.
North Clilton in Nottinghamshire,
England, is situated on the banks of
the Trent, and boasts of one custom
the like of which exists probably no
where else in England. There is a
ferry across the river, but if you and
I, gentle reader, wished to go from
one side of the stream to the other,
we could do so on payment of a fee.
But the Cliftonians are a favored
folk, and arc entitled to the free use
of the ferry on tne condition that
they give the ferryman and his dog
their dinner at Christmas. As
Christmas comes but once a year the
boatman would seem to have made
a very bad bargain. Let us hope he
gets a generous meal and wish him
a merry Christmas—not forgetting
the dog.
TI10 Mystic I’lant.
The mistletoe is by no means, ever
in a state of nature, a rare plant. In
modern times it is regularly culti
vated, the viscous seed, if carefully
placed in a notch in man; tree-barks,
sprouting with ease, though its
growth is extremely slow. But trees
selected for this crop arc soon inca
pable of producing any other; for,
the sap being intercepted by the
roots of the parasite, the proper
ripening of the fruit is prevented,
and the tree is killed. Hence little
by little the trade in this distinctive
feature of Christmastide has been
drifting over the channel, where
either land is cheaper or apple trees
are less valued.
Do Not T.ikc the Idea.
Farmers in Maryland and Dela
ware slowly and unwillingly re
linquish the idea of growing wheat
and corn in competition with the
West and half sorrowfully admit
that their lands must in time come
to form a market garden for the
great cities of the Atlantic seaboard.
There is an old-fashioned notion in
Delaware and upon the Eastern
shore that it is more respectable to
grow wheat in sixty-acre fields than
half a dozen vegetables in small
plots and the minute peasant farm
ing of France, Belgium and Holland
has no attractions for the occupants
of 300-acre farms.
The Romance of a Trunk.
John Thacker, of Waterford, Va.,
being accidentally at Cincinnati,
bought at a sale of unclaimed bag
gage a trunk in which he found prop
erty that proved to be that of a rel
ative who had been missing for
years, and the incident has led to
the reunion of a long separated fam
ily- _
Understood It.
Teacher—“Let me write the songs
of a nation, I care not who makes its
laws.” Do you understand that?
Bright Boy—Yes’m. Lots of con
gressmen died poor,hut the composer
of “After the Ball” made a hundred
thous—
. Teacher—Next.
TABERNACLE PULPIT.
DR. TALMAGE TALKS ABOUT
THE PLUTOCRATS.
The Conversion of Zaccheus anti Its Re
lation to the History That Is Now He
ine Made in This Country—The Weak
Are of God.
Brooki.yx, Sept 23, 1S94.—Rev. Dr.
Talmage, who is now preparing to
leave Australia for India, on his round
the-world tour, has selected as the
subject for to-day’s sermon through
the press: “The Tax Collector’s Con
version,” the text being taken from
Luke xix : 9, “This day is salvation
come to this house ”
Zaccheus was a politician and a tax
gatherer. He had an honest calling,
but the opportunity for “stealings”
was so large, the temptation was too
much for him. The Bible says he
"was a sinner”—that is, in the public
sense. How many fine men have been
ruined by official position1. It is an
awful thing for any man to seek office
under government unless his princi
ples of integrity are deeply fixed.
Many a man, upright in an insignifi
cant position, lias made shipwreck in
a great one. As far as I can tell, in :
the city of Jerico this Zaccheus be
longed to what might be called the
“Ring.” They had things their
own way, successfully avoiding
exposure—If by no other way,
perhaps by hiring somebody to
break in and steal the vouchers. Not
withstanding his bad reputation, there
were streaks of good about him, as
there is about almost every man.
Gold is found in quartz, and some
times in a very small percentage.
Jesus was coming to town. The
people turned out en masse to see him.
Here lie comes—the Lord of Glory—
on foot, dust-covered and road-weary,
limping along the way, carrying the
griefs and woes of the world. He
looks to be sixty years of age wiien he
is only about thirty. Zaccheus was a
short man, and could not see over the
people’s beads while standing on the
ground; so he got up into a sycamore
tree that swung its arm clear over the
road. Jesus advanced amid the wild
excitement of the surging crowd. The
most honorable and popular men of
the city are looking on, and trying to
gain his attention. Jesus, instead of
regarding them, looks up at the little
man in the tree, and says, “Zaccheus,
come down. I am going home with
you.” Everybody was disgusted to
think that Christ would go home with
so dishonorable a man.
I see Christ entering the front door
of the house of Zaccheus. The king
of heaven and earth sits down; and
as he looks around on the place and
the family, he pronounces the bene
diction of the text: ’ This day is sal
vation come to this house.”
Zaccheus had mounted the syca
more tree out of mere inqu.sitiveness.
He wanted to see how this stranger
looked—the color of his eyes, the
lensrth of his liair, the contour of his
features, the height of his stature.
“Come down,” said Christ
And so, many people, in this day, 1
get iid into the tree of curiosity or
gp:culat’on to see Christ T.iey ask a
thousand queer questions about his
divinity, about God’s sovereign ty. and
the eternal decrees. They specu
late, and criticize, and hang on to ttie
outside limb of a great sycamore. But
they must come down from that if
they want to be saved. We can not
be saved as philosophers, but as little
children. You can not go to heaven
by way of Athens, but by way of
Bethlehem. Why be perplexed
about the way 3sin came into
the world, when the great ques
tion is how wo shall get sin driven
out of our hearts'? How many - spend
their time in criticism and religious
speculation! They take the Rose of
Sharon, or the lily of the valley, pull
out the anther, scatter the corolla,
and say, “Is that the beautiful flower
of religion that you are talking
about?” So flower is beautiful after
you have torn it all to pieces. The
path to heaven is so plain that a fool
need not make a mistake about it,
and yet men stop and cavil. Sup
pose that, going toward the Pacific
slope, I had resolved that I would
stop until I could kill all the grizzly
bears and the panthers on either side
of the way. I would never have got
to the Pacific coast. When I went
out to hunt the grizzly bear, the griz
zly bear would have come out to hunt
me. Here is a plain road to heaven.
Men say they will not take a step on
until they can make game of all the
theories that bark and growl
at them from the thickets. They
forget the fact that as they go
out to hunt the theory, the theory
comes out to hunt them, and so they
perish. We must receive the kingdom
of heaven in simplicity. William
Pennington was one of the wisest men
of this country—a governor of his own
state, and afterward speaker of the
house of representatives. Yet, when
God called him to be a Christian, he
went in, and sat down among some
children who were applying for church
membership, and he said to his pas
tor, “talk to me as you do to these
children, for 1 know nothing about
it” There is no need of bothering
ourselves about my steries when there
are so many things that are plain.
Dr. Ludlow, my professor in the theo
logical seminary, taught me a lesson
I have never forgotten. While
putting a variety of questions
to him that were perplexing he
turned upon me somewhat in stern
ness, but more in love, and said,
•'Mr. Talmage, you will have to let
God know some things that you
don’t.” We tear our hands on the
spines of the cactus instead of feast
, iug our eye on its tropical bloom. A
I great company of people now sit
swinging themselves on the sycamore
I tree of their pride, and I cry to you,
"Zaccheus. come down!" Come down
out of your pride, out of your inquisi
tiveness. out of your speculation. You
can not ride into the gate of heaver |
with coach and four, postilion ahead
and lackey behind. 'Except yo be
come as little children ye can not
enter the kingdom of God.’ God has
chosen the weak things of the world
to confound the mighty. Zaccheus,
come down! come down! ’
I notice that this tax-gatherer ac
companied li is surrender to Christ
with the restoration of property that
did not belong to him. lie says: "If
I have taken anything by false accu
sation, I restore four-fold.” That is.
if I have taxed any man for 510.000
when he hail only five thousand dol
lar’s worth of property, and put iu
my own pocket the tax for the last
five thousand, I will restore to him
four-fold. If I took from him 510 I
will give him S40. If I took from him
810 X will give him 81C0.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars
have been sent to Washington during
the past few years us "conscience
money.” I suppose that money was
sent by men who wanted to be Chris
tians, but found they could not until
they made restitution. There is no
need of our trying to come to Christ
as long as we keep fraudulently a
dollar or a farthing in our possession
that belongs to another. Suppose
you have not money enough to pay
your debts, and for the sake of de
frauding your creditors you put your
property in your wife's name. You
might cry until the day of judgment
for pardon, but you would not get it
without first making restitution. In
times of prosperity it is right, against
a rainy day, to assign property to your
wife: but if, in time of perplexity and
for the sake of defrauding your credi
tor you make such assignment, you
become a culpirt before God,
and you (may as well stop praying
until you have made restitution. Or
suppose one man loans another money
on bond or mortgage, with the under
standing that the mortgage can lie
quiet for several years, but as soon as
the mortgage is given, commences
forclosnre—the sheriff mounts tiie
auction-block, anil the property is
struck down to at half price, and the
mortgagee buys it in. The mortgageo
started to get the property at half
nriee, and is a thief and a robber.
Until he makes restitution, there is no
uiercv for him. Suppose you sell
goods by a sample, and then afterward
send to y'our customer an inferior
quality of goods. You have committed
a fraud and there is no mercy for you
until you have made restitution. Sup
pose you sell a man a handkerchief
for silk, telling him it is all silk and
it is part cotton. No mercy for you
until you have made restitution. Sup
pose you sell a man a horse, saying
he is sound, and he afterward turns
out to be spavined and balky.
No mercy for you until you have made
restitution.
Tlie wav being clear, Christ walked
into the bouse of Zacehcus. He be
comes a different man: his wife a dif
ferent woman; the children are dif
ferent. Oh! it makes a great change
in any house when Christ comes into
it How many beautiful homes are
represented among yen! There are
pictures ou the wail, there is music
in the drawing room; and luxuries in
the wardrobe; and a full supply in
the pantry. Even if you were half
asleep, there is one word with which
I could wake you, and thrill you
through and through, and that word
is '‘home!” There are also houses of
suffering represented, in which there
are neither pictures nor ward
robe, nor adornment—only one room,
and a plain cot or a bunk in a
corner; yet it is the place where your
loved ones dwell, and your whole
nature tingles with satisfaction when
you think of it and call it home.
Though the world may scoff at us, and
pursue us, and all the day we be tossed
about, at eventide we sail into the
harbor at home. Though there be no
rest for us in the busy world, and we
go trudging about, bearing burdens
that well-night crush us, there is a
refuge, and it hath an easy chair in
which we may sit, and a lounge where
we may lie, and a serenity of peace in
which we may repose, and tiiat re
fuge is home.
Up to forty years men work for
themselves; after that, for their chil
dren. Now, what do you propose to
leave them. Nothing hut dollars!
Alas! what an inheritance! It is more
likely to be a curse than a blessing.
Your own common sense and observa- !
tion tell you that money, without the
divine blessing, is a curse. You must
soon leave your children. Your
shoulders are not so strong a3 they
were, and you know that they will
soon have to carry their own burdens.
Your eyesight is not so clear at once;
they will soon have to pick out their
own way. Your arm is not so mighty
as once; they will soon have to tight
their own battles. Oh! let it not be
told on judgm -nt day that you let
your famdy start without the only
safeguard—the religion of Christ.
Give yourself no rest until vour
children are the sons and daughters of
the Lord Almighty. Y’our son does
just as you do. He tries to walk like
you, and to talk like you. The
daughter imitates the mother. Alas!
if father and mother miss heaven the
children will. Oh! let Jesus come into
your house. Do not bolt the ball door,
or the parlor door, or the kitchen door,
or the bedroom door against him.
Above all, do not bolt vour heart
Nasal Paralysis.
A candidate asked a man, who was
working against him, if there was not
something the matter with his nose.
“ Net that I knows of,” was the reply.
“ Isn’t your nose paralyzed ? ”
“Why, no; what makes you think
so?” responded the other, feeling his
nasal organ.
“Nothing, except that my opponent
has been leading you about by the nose
for the last four or five years, and you
don’t seem to know it, so I thought you
could not have much feeling in it.”
"Ilall to the Chief V9
This is hulf the title of an old song. The
balance la, “Who in triumph advances.’
The public, the press and the medical pro
fession chant this refrain as especially ap
plicable to liostottor’s Stomach Hitters,
chief among American remedies and pre
ventives for malaria, constipation, dys
pepsia, livor complaint, nervousness, un
quiet sleep, rheumatic twinges and the
troubles incident to advanced age. It Is also
universally recognized as a reliable tonic
and appetizer. Asa family medicine par
ticularly suitable to emergencies It has no
equal. The nervous, the feeble seek Its aid,
and the happiest results follow. The con
valescent, the aged and the infirm dern e
infinite benefit from its use. Against the in
fluences of impure air, bad water, unaccus
tomed food, overwork and exposure it is a
genuine preventive. _
A GiRii only 8 years old was arrested
for drunkenness at Lowell. To com
plete the disgraceful picture, the police
lot her lie ton hours insensible in a cell
without attention.
The Testimonials
Published In behalf of Hood’s Sarsaparilla are
not purohaaod, nor are they written up In our
office, nor ore they from our employes. They aro
facts from truthful people, proving, as surely as
any tiling can be proved by direct, personal, posi
tive evidence, that
Hood’s Saraa
f J. parilla
Be Sure to Get Inures
Hoods_V%wn
Hood’8 Pills cure nausea, sick headache,
Indigestion, biliousness, bold by all druggists.
W. L. Douglas
S3 SHOE NO SQlfeAKI NO.
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FRENCH&ENAMELLED CALF.
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value by stamping the came and price on the
bottom, which protect you against high prices and
the middleman's profits. Our shoes equal custom
work in style, easy fitting and wearing qualities.
We have them sold everywhere at lower prices foi
the value given than any other make. Tako no sub
•titute. I£ your dealer cannot supply you. we can.
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