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About Western news-Democrat. (Valentine, Neb.) 1898-1900 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 23, 1899)
BEFORE THE. DAV. .We wakened at the dawning , out w never saw the day ; Ami we spoke our little prologue , hut w never reached the play. Oh ! uur love was sweet and certain ti gray sorrow dropt the curtain. Ay , we wakened at the dawning , but w saw the day. There were buds within our garden , bu they never came to flower : Tlicrt : were birds among our bushes , bu thpy only sang an hour , And we laughed to see the swallow , bu the summer did not follow ; Tin-re- were buds , within our garden , bu they never came to llower. 'Tis a arinent white and silken , 'tis i white and misty veil , 'Tfe a pair of little slippers O dear love so white and frail. J.s tht ? manhood in me dying that I'm sit ting here and crying O'er a garment and a slipper and a never opened veil ? Dear , the world is empty empty as th < gcmless golden band. The- token I had fingered and that nevei found your hand. Th'-y'vo been telling me the story of ai everlasting glory ; But you were the only preacher I coult ever understand. All. we ivakencd at the dawning , but w < never saw the day ; And ; TO spoke our little prologue , but w < never reached the play. But our love was sweet and certain til gray Sorrow dropt the curtain. yark. a single bell is calling . . . ant this should have been the day. Waverloy. THE MISER'S HOARD. " " " AVE you ever strolled in the quaint old city of San Ail - * * toiiio to where the river cuts like a steel knife blade through the liilhIt runs in a rift between the liilK as if nature had carved its course lu the dark , and tangled it all up , like a silver-blue ribbon in the forest of mos quito fringe. Have you ever followed its windings ami looked upon the haunted house slniulmg high above the river's brim , and seen , dark upon its moldcriug walls the print of a bloody hand ? No : Then I will tell you the story ; it l.-ippened many years ago. It was New Year's Eve , and a raw wiil swept through the clefts between Hitl.Ils and dashed the spray of the S.-.n . * utonio River in a monotonous sw" > h against the steep , overhanging bank. What with the rush of the wind through the trees and the beat of the turbulent waves , minor sounds were swa'ilotrtja fn the general discord of na ture. On the bridge spanning the rivet stood Pitro and Juan Tasca , their som- brorns drawn low over their faces , their thro.stt muffled to keep off the cutting wind. Pitro dashed his hand against the bridge rail and cried : " 1 'ell you , Juan , if Raschal Quito wcr-- not the old miser's only heir , he should never marry my daughter. A proud , Iaz3 * , trilling- " Fitro caugkt his breath sharply as the sound of a cry , shrill and far away , i-on : I'd down the river. "What is that ? " he cried , grasping Tasca's arm. "Some one cried as if in death agony. " Tasca drew his mufller down from one ear. "I hear nothing , " he said. "It was the cr3 * of a panther you heard , no doubt. You are excited enough to hear anything. " "Perhaps , " assented Pitro , "yet it seemed to me there was something in the cry I recognized. " TaM'a moved forward. "Vou were talking of young Quito , " he wid. "Yes , the boy is wild appar ently trifling but there is an element of good about him. The way that old uncle of his treats him is enough to drive the energy out of any spirited young fellow ; he has never had a chance to show what is in him , good or bd. Now , there was the time " "I want to hear no praise of a Quito , " interrupted Pitro. harshly. "Here my daughter might have made a fine match with .Sailor Rocca : true , a little old for so lovely a girl , but a man of standing of wealth ! Yet , what can I say ? Who knows what sums of gold that old man Quiio has hidden ? One cannot over look that. And when Moiiita throws her : : nii. about my neck and vows that she will marry no one but Raschal , only Raschal , what can I say ? She is my only one. my little Monita. " "No fairer , sweeter child ever blessed a father's home , " added Tasca. Tly were over the bridge now and 3icjr"ug Pitro's home. From a different direction who may say just when ? a ! : : ! ! young figure had left that home. "Good-night , Monita uiia , " he had said , folding his beautiful fiancee in his arms ; "you will not have long to wait. If my uncle will not support me in de- cene-y , nor allow me to support myself , we will marry anyhow. I have a plan , and I will not tarry long iu'acconiplish- 3ng it. " Jionita's soft , dusky eyes flashed a Jovt'-'ght up into his face ; her red lips closed like a rosebud. " 1 ; vii never marry any one but you , " she ( : ictl ; "it is only you I love. " YUI ) tiiese words ringing in his cars Knschal drew his cloak about him and disappeared in the gloom of the mcs- quilc shadows. Some distance down the river Miser Quito , as he was called , sat muttering in his home. The fire was bright that warmed him ; he did not havt ; to spend money for fuel ; the room was coiufort- able ; his family had been well to do ; all that they left was his. "Why docs that wretched boy stay so later' he muttered. "Always anxious to leave me , when any one might come In this lonely place and rob me. Al ways anxious to work for his living- pub ! as if I could trust a hireling to protect me as Raschal's presence does A h , I will make him suffer for this de lay , wretch that he is to leave me thu : alone ! " A heavy step sounded on the stai outside , and the door was pushed opei as the old man unbolted it , and a tall cloaked figure , stepped into the room. What followed during a bitter alter cation belated passers-by who heart the raised voices could not say. Wai not Mse ! r Quito fo.evcr quaricling witl Raschal , and now that he had forbid den Raschal to marry , was not th < quarreling likely to be worse thai ever ? * * * * * * * It was in the gray light of New Year's morning that Marco , the woodcutter looked up as he passed Miser Quito's house and saw the print of a bloodj hand on the wall beside the door Marco grew pale through h > s swarthj skin. Bloody deeds were not uncom mon sights about San Antonio. Marce had no horror of them. But who evei saw a seal like that upon the wall of .1 man's home ? Marco turned with .1 sudden weakness in his knees and hur ried back to town. Among the rush of people who hastened toned past Marco on his return to th * Quito house were Tasca and Pitro. As if answering an unspoken accusation , Tasca turned at the door , crying : "This is not the mark of Raschal's hand ; the fingers are too short and broad for his. " No one noticed him as the crowd pushed its way into the miser'o living room and looked down with a sort of horror upon the battered remains of the old miser lying in a pool of blood. The old man's nephew had many more enemies than friends , and from them burst a cry like the yelp of bloodhounds upon a murderer's track "Raschal ! " They scattered in every direction in a self-instituted s irch for the mur derer , lie was nowhere on the prem ises and their search here only revealed the fact that the old man had been robbed as well as murdered. Monita lay sleeping through the early morning hours , the fringe of her long lashes lay on the rounded flush of her chocks , and blotted out that crimson shadow that had fallen with the New Year dawn upon her life. Of all San Antonio she was the only one who did not go to look at the print of the crimson hand. Of all San An tonio Tasea was the only man who c-ould not sec that the contour of the red palm and blood dripping fingers was that of Raschal Quito. The next day Miser Quito was buried in his own grounds , for no money could be found for burial elsewhere , and the expense that the town went to was paid out of the sale of some of his handsome effects. They were sold for a mere trifle , for , the people saUl , "Ras chal will never come back to be hang ed , " and they did not scruple to make good such a chance for acquiring the heirlooms of the Quito family , though Miser Quito's avarice had not left any too many for sale. The hunt for Raschal was savage but fruitless and at last was given up. "lie must have drowned himself , " the people said ; "perhaps when the river is low in the fall we may find his bones. " "You remember that cry ? " asked Pitro of Tasca ; "at first I thought it wa.K old Quito's voice ; now I know It was that of Raschal as he plunged into the river. " "Perhaps , " assented Tasca. The miser's house was locked , and time wore on until the wild flowers of Texas made a coverlet of blue and gold over old Quito's grave , and the mark of the crimson grew less vivid in hue. Mouita clung to the belief that Ras chal was innocent ; that he would send for her some day when it was safe for him to do so , and she never questioned nor intent to go when the time came. Tasca alone learned her belief , and it was wonderful how , after Tasca had assured her that it was also his own , she bloomed again Into the lovely , merry maiden she had been before this tragedy had swept across her life. The roses came back to her cheeks , and she no longer refused to see her friends. But she grew quiet and staid as year after year went by without a sign from Raschal ; anel the people talked about the voices heard at night in the Quito house , and every New Year's Eve along the river side there rang a muffled cry which chilled the blood in the veins of the hearers and hurried them away from the haunted stream. Time never hushed these cries ; years never wiped away the imprint of the scarlet hand beside the door , nor turned the love of the beautiful Monita into another course. It was Ckristmastide , and as they filed into the open door of San Fernan do a man waiting beside it stopped for ward at the approach of Juan Tasca and said : "You are Sheriff Tasca ? " "Yes. " "You are wanted at once to take the deposition of a dying man. " "That Is not my business , " began lasea. " " the latter "he "No matter , urged ; says you are the only friend Raschal Quito had , and " "I will come , " cried Tasca , growing white at the sudden thought of Raschal within reach , living ! He hurried the man on his way till he paused at the door of a ranchman's Uouse on the outskirts of the town , Fritz Van Meister , a man of unsocial habits , but not lacking friends. "Here ? " cried Tasca , as he followed his guide into the house. "Yes , here. " The man ushered him into Van Meis- ter's room and pointed to the form upon the bed. The shock of seeing the unexpected rendered Tasca dumb. "I am dying , " moaned Van Meister ; I must confess. The priest han shrive * but you are Raschal's friend J murdered his old uncle. He does noi know it. " "What ! " yelled Tasca , with a tiger like jump toward the bed. The dying man cowered. "Yes , I killed him , but I never meanl to. He owed me money and refused tc pay it. That night he was alone. ] threatened him I struck him and h ( fell dead at my feet. You know how 1 crushed him. I took all the money 1 found not much , for he had hidden his wealth well. When I got out into the fresh air I grew weak to think whal I had done. I leaned against the wall to keep from falling. I heard the sound of Raschal's voice humming a love song I hear it now also old Quito's cry when he fell. I ran down stairs and hid in their shadow as Ras chal passed me and went up. I heard him cry out : " 'Nobody will believe I did net elo it They will hang me without shrift. Oh , Monita , must I leave you ? ' "I heard no more. Those words steadied my brain. I went home no longer fearing the brand of the mur derer , safe to live on with my family. Now , " he ended , spent with the exer tion of his recital , "I am ready to die. " Tasca looked at the men who had followed him into the room. "You heard all ? " "All , " they responded. "Then help me to find Raschal , " he said , and left the house without a back ward look at the man who had wrought so much evil. It was strange to find how many men saw excuses for Raschal's unsociability - ciability in the past. He was tied to a miser how could he find time or money for friends or society ? They remem bered it was pity that kept Raschal near the miser. They remembered his kindnesses. What a welcome they gave him when he returned before a week , a man with a resolute face , his black hair threaded with gray , with a com fortable business in another State , where he had assumed a name and prospered. If Monita was not in the first flower of her youth , she was in the full bloom of her beauty , and it was a right royal wedding they had , while the plaza round the church was gay with a joy ous crowd. Raschal unearthed his uncle's treas ure ; but to this day you may see , high above the brim of the river , the decay ing walls of the haunted house , whose door is sealed with the imprint of a crimson hand. Waverly Magazine. MAKING PEARLS TO ORDER. Mussel and Oj-ster Bein Domesticated and Taught the Jewelry Business. Diamonds , rubies , emeralds and sap phires have all been produced in the laboratory , and it is now the turn of the pearl , says the New York Times. The chemist , however , is not himself the maker of the new artificial pearls ; ne is only the collaborator. It is true that false pearls are made from mother-of-pearl , but their luster is not up to the mark. The Chinese have long introduced grains of sand and little knots of wire into the shell of the pearl oyster in order that the animal , to relieve itself from the irritation so caused , may coat the foreign substance with pearl. If this matter be inserted between the shell and the mantle the oyster can eject it by contractions of his body. To prevent this M. Boutan , a French experimenter , has trepanned the shell and introduced a small bead of nacre , which might , however , be a true pearl of a small size , through the hole , and fixed it by means of cement to the shell. This bean was In course of time covered with nacre by the oys ter , and a fine large pearl was the re sult. Dealers cannot distinguish it from an Orient pearl. The question of making pearls in this way was recently iiscussed at a meeting of the Acade mies des Sciences , Paris , and M.Berthe- [ ot , the famous chemist , observed that such a pearl could only be considered a true pearl if It had at least a hundred layers of the pearl nacre ; otherwise it tt-ould only be a foreign substance covered with nacre. Of course , if the foreign matter is a pearl itself this ob jection disappears , and we have the means of producing pearls at will. Ac cording to M. Lacaze Duthier , some two years would be required for a lialiotide to produce a big pearl. The irtificial pearl of the trade , fabricated from nacre , could also be coated in the same way. Evidently the pearl mus sel and oyster are about to be doinesti- iated for the production of pearls , as the spider is for silk. Pearl divers may become a legend of the past. How Insects Hide. How many have ever noticeel the skillful way in which many insects dis- juise themselves when in danger from some larger animal or bird ? Probably rou have all observed that the cater pillar "plays dead" when he is dis- ; unledand that many insects choose for their homes some tree or shrub whose jark or foliage match themselves in : olor. There is a certain variety of moth , Itiite common around elms , which fixes ts wings so that they closely resemble spots or lichens on the bark of the tree ind can only be detected by a trained > ye. Another moth , whose principal colors arc pink and yellow , arranges tsclf on the blossom of a primrose , so is to wholly escape notice. In the East tudian islands there is a spider which eposes.on the upper side of a large esif in such a shape that it perfectly re sembles decayed matter. A hunter In tropical regions tells of seeing a cricket pursued around the Timk of a tree by a lizard. Suddenly ; he insect settled itself in a small de gression , in the bark , spread out its wings slightly and flattened itself so : hat the lizard actually crawled over t and went away without ever know- ng what had become of it CHILDREN'S COLUMN. A DEPARTMENT FOR LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. Something that Will Interest the Ju venile Members of Every Household -Quaint Actions nzid Bright Sayfims of Many Cute and Cunning Children. Nora came in with a bright face , sayIng - Ing , "It will be done ; mother says she'll finish my dress to-night , anyway ; she wants me to have it for the party. " "She'll have to work late to do It , I should think. " "Yes , I s'pose so , but she won't mind , and I should feel mean to have to wear my old one. My new one is a beauty ; I don't believe there will be so hand some a one there. I shall have a splen did time , I know. Mary Brown has got to wear her old muslin , and she seems to think it is all the style. She don't seem to know but what old things arc as pretty as new. " "She wears the best she has , and seems as happy as any of you. " "Yes , but I am not like her ; I want to look as well as any of 'em , or a little better. " Nora's dress was finished , and she went to Evaliue's party quite pleased but she told me the next day that Min nie Reed had a dress just like hers , and the girls were all admiring it and took no notice of hers until she said hers was just like it ; then Jennie Dole said , "Yes , but yours isn't all trimmed with lace like Minnie's. " Then she said hers looked real mean to her after that. So poor Nora found there was a "fly in the ointment , " trouble even with a new dress on. If we want to be happy , we must remember the beatitudes. We 10 not read , "Blessed is the one who Ins a new dress. " Union Signal. The Runaway Boy. Wunst I sassed my pa , an' he Won't stand 'at , an' he punished me , Nen when he wuz gon' that day I slipped out and nmncd away. I took all my copper cents And climbed over our back fence In the jinison woods 'at growed Ever'where all down the road , Neu I got out there , an' non I runncd some , an' runncd again , When I mot a man 'at led A big cow 'at shook her head. I wont down a long , long lane. Whore was little pigs a-playin' , An' a great big pig wont "Booh ! " An' jumped up an' skcered mo , too , Ncn I scampered past , an' they Wuz somebody hollered "Hey ! " An' I just looked ever'where , An' they wuz nobody there. I want to , but I'm 'fraid to try To go back * * * an' by an' by Somepine hurls my throat inside An' I want my ma an' cried. Nen I grea' big girl come through Where's a gate , an' tolled me who Am I , an' if I tell where My home's at she'll show me there , But I couldn't 'ist but toll What's my name , an' she says "Well , " An' 'ist tooked me up and says , "She know where I live , she guess. " Neu she tolled me hug w'ite close Round her neck , an' on she goes Skippin' up the street ! an' nen Purty soon I'm home agen. An' my nia , when she kissed mo , Kissed the big girl , too , an' she Kissed me of I p'omise shore I won't run away no more ! James Whitcomb Riley. "What the Karth-\Vorm Does. In the St. Nicholas , Myrta Lockett A vary has an article entitled "Our Little Gray Helper , " in which she tells of the humble earth-worm and its ser vice to man. The author says : Now , do you want to know what work it is our little gray helper does for us ? To look at him you could never dream how important it is. Terhaps we might call him a farmer , since he tills the soil. Do you know that lauds where trees and plants and flowers and fruits and abundant grains and grasses grow would be barren deserts but for the little gray worker ? Darwin watched the ways of this little gray worker for years and years , and found that his oflice was to pre pare and fertilize the soil. He carries down layer after layer of stuff , and brings up layer after layer of loam , thus giving each layer its chance at sunlight and air. That which he car ries down into Mother Earth's work shop is bits of dead leaves , decompos ing matter , and unsightly stuff ; and Mother Earth feeds with this the roots of flowers and trees and vegetables and grain and grasses. To do this impor tant work well , there is needed a great number of little gray workers : about 57,000 , it is said , to an acre of pastureland - land , and more to keep a garden vrhat it should bo. For every acre the little gray workers turn up from seven to eighteen tons of earth annually. Mistakes of I > oy . One of the most common mistakes a boy makes is his ideas in regard to size. This he hankers after most of all. You will see him stretch himself , trying to catch up with his big brother or play mate , measure himself and scratch the wall , count the days auel almost the hours when he will be a "man. " Boys , there Is something else these days that counts for manliness more than slzu or strength. He is most man ly who makes most of his time , wh < has the best heart and brain. It Is no size that makes the man. There ha : boon seen a great six-foot specimen o humanity do a weak , cowardly act tha ought to make any rightly bred 7-year old boy blush for him. Johnnie's Version. Johnnie was about to repeat his firs verse at the Sunday school concert. O course , it must be short , and in simpl < words , so his mother selected this foi him , "I am the Light of the World , ' repeating it to him a number of tinier until he was sure of it. The evening ol the concert came. Johnnie came out made his best bow , and proclaimed ir a loud voice , "My mother is the light oi the world. " Iiticky for Tommy , Perhaps. Jimmy Didn't 3011 hear the Sunday scholl teacher say your conscience h what tells 3011 when 3011 do wrong ? Tommy It's a good tiling it docsu'i toll your mother. Of Course , She Has. "Have 3ou an ear for music ? " asked a caller of 4-year-old Mamie. "Why , ol course I have , " she replied. "Only yes terday I heard a man two blocks away playing a tune on a grind organ. " Cause for Grief. "Why , Gracie , " asked a mother of hei little daughter , aged 3 , "what makes 3011 cry so ? " "I is cwyin' , " sobbed Gracie , glancing at her feet , "c-caus' I dot mud on my new w-wubbers. " LADIES AND MORE LADIES. Some Instances of the Various Uses of an Abused Word. The word Iad3 * still has about it a certain halo which ought to prevent its indiscriminate use. In this country we can hardly expect to see social dis tinctions reflected in the use of the word ; and 3et we might , perhaps , c-x- pect to see it employed more equitabl3 * than it was 03 * a certain dry goods store keeper in a Massachusetts town not very long ago. The daughter of a Senator of the tUuited States drove one da3 * from her father's summer cottage to a store in a city near L > 3 * and ordered some articles to be sent to the house. When the goods were sent a mistake was made , and the Senator himself stopped at the store to correct it. The proprietor called the saleswoman , and. after consulting with her , apologized for the mistake. "You see , sir , " ho explained , "the 3al3 * who took the order didn't quite under stand what the girl said. " A somewhat similar story was told of a remark made l\v a Yankee servant of the family of John Lothrop Motley , the historian. On one occasion , when the historian was at home on the an cestral estate near Boston , and when his brother James was also there , an intimate friend of the family who was sojourning at the house came out from Boston on a late afternoon train. The family coachman met him with a car riage at the station. On the Avay to the house the guest said to the driver : "Did aii3 * one come on the earlier train ? " "Oh , 3aas , " said the coachman , "the' was four ; the' was John and Jim and two ladies. " The guest knew that "John and Jim" were the historian and his brother , and he wondered who the ladies were. Afterward he found out that they wore a seamstress and a new chambermaid. The most extraordinary use of the term that we are likely to find an3 * rec ord of is related from England. The house surgeon of a London hospital , we are told , was attending to the injuries of a woman who hael been badly bitten on the arm. As he was dressing the wound he said : "I cannot make out what sort of a creature bit you. It is too small for a horse's bite and too large for a dog's. " "Oh , sir , " said the patient , "it wasn't a haninial it was another lydy ! " Youth's Companion. RECENT INVENTIONS. Coins can be rapidly counted ba new machine , which has a series of tubes to be filled with coius , with slid ing plates at the bottom which receive one coin in each reciprocation , drop ping it into a receptacle and recording the movement on indicators. Mud and dust can bo easil3 * cleaned from the inside of bicycle mudguards by a Connecticut man's device , consist ing of a brush with a clamp on the back , which is gripped on the face of the tire , the wheel being then revolved and the brush engaging the guard. Eggs can be quickly beaten with a tiew kitchen utensil , which has a num ber of wire fingers , carried on two re ciprocating frames , driven by a crank , Lo cause the wires to slide past each other rapidly and churn the contents of the dish in which it is suspended. A Florida inventor has designed a steamboat to run on the ice in winter , runners being mounted on the under , ide at the proper depth to bring the ? ncls of the paddle blades to the level } f the ice , each blade being tipped with i steel point , which sticks into the ice uul propels the boat. A Canadian has invented a ear-mover for shifting railway cars , which is Lormcd of two steel bars fastened to gether with a double hinge , with a ever bolted to the two bars to move .hem in opposite directions , one bar estiug on a tie and the other bracing .gainst the car to push it along. The Telegraph in Ireland. Ireland's telegraph department re- ? eutly proved that it could manage jaelic-by taking the speeches delivered it an Irish festival at Letterkenny , Jotinty Donegal , in the native tongue , ind receiving them at Dublin so that 1103 * coulel be printed in Gaelic char terers in the Freeman's Journal. * Articles Lett in Vehicles. left in Xon-- Among the queer tilings the past don cabs and stages during year were an artificial leg , birds m cages , dogs , u gas stove , a portable ma street harmonium , and a sewing chine. Of the 3,000 odd purses left in vehicles and taken to New Scotland yard it is reasonable to suppose that from pockets in the majority escaped the bade of ladies' gowns. Between 17,000 and 18,000 umbrellas wore left in the public carriages , and 181 wa tches. Advice to younjr I len. In a valedictory address , Buhver Lyt- ton , offered the following excellent maxims to the students : "Never affect ( he said ) to be other than what you are , either richer or wiser. Never be ashamed to say , 'I do not know. ' Men will then believe you when you say 'I do know. ' Never be ashamed to say , whether applied to time or money , * I cannot afford it ; I cannot afford to waste an hour in the idleness to which you invite me. I cannot afford the guinea you ask me to throw away. ' "Once establish yourself and your mode of life as what they really are' and your foot is on solid ground , whether for the gradual step onward or for the sudden spring over the preci pice. From these maxims lit me de duce another : "Learn to say 'No' with decision , 'Yes' with caution. 'No' with decision whenever it meets a temptation ; 'Yes' with caution whenever it inplies a promise. A promise given is a bond in violable. A man is already of consequence quence in the world when it i ? known that we can implicit } ' rely on him. I have frequently seen such a man pre ferred to a long list of applicants for some important charge ; he lias been Ii'd at once into station and fortune , merely because lie has this reputation that when he knows a thing , he knows : and when he says he will do a thing , he will do it. j. A Doomed Child. Some east end boys have the acrobatic batic fever very badly since Harmun's visit , says the Cleveland Plain Dealer. They turn Hip-flaps , and they do things on swings , and when an anxious moth er investigated the other day she found her hopeful trying to cross the back yard on the clothes line. A lot of boys stood around anxiously watching him. \Yhen thej" saw George's mother they all motioned her to keep quiet. "t'eorge , " she called , whereupon Master George promptly tumbled to the ground ; "what are you doing ? " George got up and dusted his trou sers. "That's what teacher says is the uequinocturnal act , " lie replied with n broad grin. "The equinoctial act what's that' : " "The son crossin' the line. " Whereat all the boys roared with de- fight and George's mother went back into the house with a sad feeling at her heart. She was afraid her dear boy was crowing up - \ humorist like hs : unfor tunate father. Holies of jlfvolutionary Period. Kx-Mayor Hewitt of New York city has bought eighteen links of the his torical chain that was stretched across the Hudson from West Point to Con stitution Island in 177S. Each link weighs 300 pounds and is * > feet 1) inches long. Mr. Hewitt will display the links on the lawn of his country seat near Greenwood Lake , N. J. Cooper , Hewitt & Co. own the iron mine , near the Sterling mines , which produced the ore that went into the chain. The forge where the cliain was made is at Tuxedo. The chain never was passed by the British. Mr. Hewitt bought the links from a Front street , New York , curiosity dealer after nego tiations extending four years The largest sundial in the universe ig Ilayou Iloroo , a large promontory ex tending 3,000 feet above the Aegean Sea. lu the course of each day the sun throws the shadow of this mountain on one after another of a circle of isl ands , which act as hour marks as sure ly as the figures on an ordinary dial. "Evil Dispositions Are Early Shown. " Just so evil in the blood comes out in shape of scrof ula , pimples , , etc. , in children znd young people. Taken in time it can be eradicated By : tsing Hood's Sarsaparilla. In older people , the aftermath of irregular living shows it self in bilious conditions , a. heavy head a foul mouth , i general bad feeling. It is the blood , the impure blood , 'riends , which is the real cause. Purify hat with Hood's Sarsaparilfa and lappiness will reign in your family. BlOOd Poison "I lived in a bed of fire or years owing to blood poisonijj * that fol- oweel small pox. It broke out all over my jody , itching intensely. Tried d vtors and lospitals in vain. I tried Ilood's Sarsapa- rilla. It helped. I kept at it and was en- irol * * cured. I could < ro on the housetops ind shout about it. " MRS. J. T. WILLIAMS , Jarbondale , Pa. Scrofula Sores - " My baby at two nonths had scrofula sores en cheek and irm. Local applications and physicians' nedicine did little or no good. Hood's Sar- 'aparilla ' cured him permanently. He ia low four , with smooth fair skin. " MRS. 5. S. WROTE ? , Farmington , Del. Hood's PlUa euro liver ills ; non-Irritating and he only cathartic to take with Hood'j fiaraapartiljL. f