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COLUMBUS, NEBRASKA. WEDNESDAY. NOVEMBER 25, 1806.
WHOLE NUMBER 1,385.
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HAT if the gold of
the corn
lands
Is faded to som
bre gray?
And what if the
down of the
thistle
ripened and 6cattered
away?
There's gold in the gath
ered harvest;
There's homely and
hcartsome cheer;
And so wc will be full
joyous
The day of thanksgiving is here.
A sigh for the vanished splendor
Of the autumn's purple and red
For the golden-rod that is whitened,
For the gentian bloom that is dead;
Then turn to the hearthstone cheery;
Behold, 'tis the time of year
To count our blessings and mercies
The day of thanksgiving is here.
Bare and brown in the shadows.
The nieadowland meets the gaze,
Where the bold, blithe bee went peek
ing Its sweets in the summer days.
The honey is stored in plenty
So what if the winter is near?
The time is not one for repining
The day of thanksgiving is here.
The fruit has matured in its season.
The sunshine has ripened the seed,
Then sing to the Lord of the harvest
A song of thanksgiving indeed.
The morn and the moon have passed by
us;
Tis the sweet afternoon of the year;
So let not your tribute be lacking
The day of thanksgiving is here.
Hattie Whitney.
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JfrtANGIVINGl
HERE was a sad
heart in the low-
storied, dark little
house that stood
humbly by the
roadside under
some tall elms.
Small as her house
was, old Mrs. Robb
found it too large
for herself alone;
she only needed the
kitchen and a tiny bedroom that led
out of it, and there still remained the
best room and a bedroom, with the
low ganet overhead. There had been
a time, after she was left alone, when
Mrs. Robb could help those who were
poorer than herself. She owned a pig,
and wts strong enough not only to do
a woman's work inside her house, but
also a man's work outside in her piece
of garden ground. At last sickness and
age had come hand in hand, those two
relentless enemies of the poor, and to
gether they had wasted her strength
and substance. She had always been
looked up to by her neighbors as be
ing independent, but now she was left,
lame-footed and lame-handed, with a
debt to carry and her bare land, and
the house ill-provisioned to stand the
lege of time. For a while she man
aged to get on, but at last it began to
be whispered about that it was no use
for any one to be so proud; it was eas-
fer for the whole town to care for her
than for a few neighbors, and she had
better go to the poorhouse before win
ter, and be done with it. At this ter
rible suggestion her brave heart
seemed to stand still. The people
ithom she cared most for happened to
be poor, and she could no longer go
into their households to make herself of
use. The very elms overhead seemed
to say "No" ae they groaned in the late
autumn winds, and there was some
thing appealing even to strange passers-by
in the look of the little gray
bouse, with Mrs. Robb's pale, worried
face at the window.
Anniversaries arc days to make other
people happy in, but sometimes when
they come they seem to be full of sha
dpws, and the power of giving joy to
others, that inalienable right which
ought to lighten the saddest heart, the
most indifferent sympathy, sometimes
even this seems to be withdrawn. So
poor old Mary Ann Robb sat at her
window on the afternoon before
Thanksgiving and felt herself to be
poor and sorrowful indeed. Across the
frozen road she looked eastward over
a great stretch of cold meadow-land,
brown and windswept and crossed by
. icy ditches. It seemed to her as if in
all the troubles that she had known
and carried before this, there had al-
' ways been seme hope to hold, as if
he had never looked poverty full in
the face and seen its cold and pitiless
look before. She looked anxiously
down the road, with a horrible shrink
ing and dread at the thought of being
asked, out of pity, to join in some
Thanksgiving feast, but there was no
body coming with gifts in hand. Once
she had been full of love for such days,
whether at home or abroad, but some-
" thins had. chilled her very heart now,
- poor old woman.
Her nearest neighbor had been fore
most of those who wished her to go to
the town-farm, and he had said more
than once that It was the only sensible
lata. But John Mauder was waiting
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patiently to get her tiuy farm into his
own hands. He had advanced some
money upen it in her extremity, and
pretended that there was still a debt,
after he had cleared her wood lot to
pay himeelf back. He would plow over
the graves in the field-corner and fell
the great elms, and waited for his poor
prey like a spider. He had often re
proached her for being too generous to
worthless people in the past and com
ing to be a charge to others now. Oh,
if she could only die in her own house
and not suffer the pain of homeless
ness and dependence!
It was just at sunset, and as she
looked out hopelessly across the gray
fields, there was a sudden gleam of
light far away on the low hills beyond.
the clouds opened in the west and let
the sunshine through. One lovely
gleam shot swift as an arrow and
brightened a far cold hillside where it
fell, and at the same moment a sudden
gleam of hope brightened the winter
landscape of her heart.
"There was Johnny Harris," said
Mary Ann, softly. "He was a soldier's
son, left an orphan and distressed. Old
John Mander scolded, but I couldn't see
the poor boy want. I kep' him that
year after he got hurt, spite o' what
anybody said, an' lie helped me what
little lie could. He said I was the only
mother he'd ever had. Tm goin out
West, Mother Robb,' says he. 'I shan't
come back til! I get rich,' an' then he'd
look at me an' laugh, so pleasant an'
boyish. He wa'n't one that liked to
write. I don't think he was doin' very
well when I heard there, it's years
ago now. I always thought if he got
sick or anything. I should have a good
home for him. There was Ezra Blake,
the deaf one, loo he won't have any
place to come to "
The light faded out of doors, and
again Mrs. Robb's troubles stood before
her. Yet it was not so dark as it had
been in her sad heart. She still sat
by the window, hoping now, in spite of
herself, instead of fearing; and a curi
ous feeling of nearness and expectancy
made her feel not so much light-hearted
as light-headed.
"I feel just as if somethin' was goin'
to happen," she said. "Poor Johnny
Harris, perhaps he's thinkin' o me, if
he s alive.
It was dark now out of doors, and
there were tiny clicks against the win
dow. It was beginning to snow, and
the great elms creaked in the rising
wind overhead.
I A dead limb of one of the old trees
had fallen that autumn, and poor fire
wood as it had been, it was Mrs. Robb's
own. and she had burnt it most thank
fully. There was only a small armful
left, but at least she could have the
luxury of a fire. She had a feeling
that it was her last night at home, and
with strange recklessness she began to
fill the stove as she used to do in better
days.
"I'll get me good an warm," she
said, still talking to herself, as lonely
people do, "an I'll go to bed early. It's
comiu' on to storm." The snow
clicked faster and faster against the
window, and she sat alone thinking
in the dark.
"There's lots o folks I love," she
said once. "They'd be sorry I ain't got
nobody to come an' no supper the night
afore Thanksgivin'. I'm dreadful glad
they don't know." And she drew a lit
tle nearer to the fire, and laid her head
back drowsily in the old rocking-chair.
It seemed only a moment before there j
was a loud knocking, and somebody
lifted the latch of the door. The fire i
shone bright through the front of the
old stove and made a little light in
the room, but Mary Ann Robb waked
up frightened and bewildered.
"Who's there?" she called, as she
found her crutch and went to the door.
She was conscious of only her one
great, fear. "They've come to take me
to the poorhouse!" she said, and burst
into tears.
There was a tall man, not John Man
der, who seemed to fill the narrow door
way. 'MMjMkzimm.
THERE WAS A TALL MAN.
"Come, let me in!" he said gayly. "It's
a cold night. You didn't expect me,
did you. Mother Robb?"
"Dear-me! What is it?"-she faltered,
stepping back as he came in and drop
ping her crutch. "Be I dreamin'? I
was a-dreamin' about Oh there!
What was I a-sayin'? 'Tain't true! No!
I've made some kind of a mistake."
Yes, this was the man who kept the
poorhouse, and she would go without
complaint; they might have given her
notice, but she must not fret.
"Sit down, sir," she said, turning to
ward him with touching patience.
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"You'll have to give me a little tine.
If I'd been notified I wouldn't have
kept you waiting a minute this cold
night" It was not the keeper. The
man by the door took one step forward
and put his arm round her and kissed
her.
"What are you talkin' about?" said
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John Harris. "You ain't goin' to make
me feel like a stranger. I've come all
the way from Dakota to spend Thanks
givin'. There's all sorts o things out
here in the wagon, an' a man to help
get 'em in. Why don't you cry so,
Mother Robb. I thought you'd have a
great laugh if I come an' surprised you.
Don't you remember I said I should?"
It was John Harris indeed. The poor
soul could say nothing. She felt now
as if her heart was going to break with
joy. He left her in the rocking-chair
and came and went in his old bonny
way, bringing in his store of gifts and
provisions. It was better than any
dream. He laughed and talked and
went out to send the man to bring a
wagonful of wood from John Mander's,
and came in himself laden with pieces
of the nearest fence to keep the fire go
ing in the meantime. They must cook
the steak for supper right away; they
must find the package of tea among all
the other bundles; they must get good
fires started in both the bedrooms.
Why, Mother Robb didn't seem to be
ready for company from out West! The
great cheerful fellow hurried about the
tiny house, and the little, old woman
limped after him, forgetting everything
but hospitality. Had not she a house
for John to come to? Were not her
old chairs and tables in their places
still? And he remembered everything
"DON'T YOU CRY SO!"
and kissed her as they stood before th
fire as if she were a girl.
He had found plenty of hard times,
but luck had come at last. He had
struck luck, and this was the end of a
great year.
"No, I couldn't seem to write letters;
no use to complain o the worst, an I
wanted to tell you the best when I
came"; and he told it while she cooked
the supper. "No, I wa'n't goin' to write
no foolish letters," John repeated. He
was afraid he should cry himself when
he found out how bad things had been;
and they sat down to supper together,
just as they used to when he was a
homeless orphan boy, whom nobody
else wanted in winter weather while he
was crippled and could not work. She
could not be kinder now than she was
then but she looked so nnnr anil nlrlt
He saw her taste her cup of tea and set
jt down again, with a trembling hand
and a look at him. "No, I wanted to
come myself," he blustered, wiping his
eyes and trying to laugh. "And you're
going to have everything you need to
make vou comfortable lone's vnn liv
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She looked at him again and nodded,
but she did not even try to speak.
There was a good, hot supper ready,
and her own folks had come; it was tho
night before Thanksgiving.
THANKSGIVING
The old-time honored custom of mak
ing a festival at Thanksgiving, as, in
deed, at all other national holidays, is
simple, beautiful, right.
No greater argument can be ad
vanced In favor of these holidays than
that we continue zealously to keep
them up in letter if not in spirit.
When we think of the terrible hard
ships the Puritans were constantly un
dergoing, and yet of the feast which
they spread in the wilderness when
we think of their brave cheery ways, of
their courage that stopped at nothing,
and of that first primeval Thanksgiv
ing dinner with its attendant praise
service and air of hearty cheer, we can
not help regretting that a little of that
old-time sentiment has not descended
to the present generation.
We who have everything to be thank
ful for are often thankful for little. We
who are surrounded by every comfort
ae often as ungrateful as if we were
surrounded by none. If one does not
appreciate one's mercies, one may as
well have calamities, for what docs
prosperity signify if one is not glad?
Let us then be truly, heartily glad foi
the beautiful world that surrounds us,
for the books, the flowers, the pictures,
the music, the love of kith and kin, the
lisping words of children, the helpful
hands of friends for all this and much
more which we Teceive with apparent
indifference.
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prise party Thanks
giving eve.
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what a splendid Thanksgiv-
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-"ing they were going to have,
and Tom said, 'I guess we used to have
as good a time as anybody when father
was alive; but mother says we mustn't
expect a turkey or a mince pie thi3
year.'
"I lay awake last night ever so long,
and planned it all out. You and I will
go up to 'Squire Fiske father says he's
got a big heart and I shouldn't won
der, if we tell him how hard Widow
Gray works to get along and keep the
boys at school, if he'll give the turkey,
arid then the biggest thing of all will
be off my mind.
"Then I want at least six pumpkins,
and here comes in the fun these 'sur
prise pumpkins' will be such pumpkins
as you've never seen in all your life.
You just come up to our barn to-night,
at seven o'clock, and bring your pock
etknifc, sharpened up, and I'll show
you wiiat I mean by 'surprise pump
kins.' "
And seven o'clock that November i
night found as jolly and happy a half
dozen boys as you'd wish to see, col
lected in Mr. Emery's barn. Six of the
biggest pumpkins one oval in shape
and six boys and six knives busy at
work on the straw-covered floor.
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THIS WAS THE PROGRAMME.
First the pumpkins were cut in two
::arts,bout two-thirds from the base;
then both parts were scooped out, leav
ing the yellow rind about an inch in
thickness; then a green willow withe
or switch was cut the right length and
put into th.: smallest part of the divid
ed pumpkin (the cover), for a handle.
Then the boys put a thin coat of var
nish over their work, and left to dry
3n a shelf in the barn a row of splendid
new-fashioned orange-colored di&hes
and covers!
The next three days were busy days,
I can tell you, for the surprise party;
but 'Squire Fiske gave the turkey Mid
the "fixings" celery and cranberries
and Joe's mother made a real Yan-
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made two such pies, as Will said
mince and squash and the other boys' '
mothers and sisters made doughnuts j
and cookies and all sorts of "goodies"
for the Thanksgiving tea.
On Thanksgiving eve, at eight p. ra.,
might have been seen a torchlight pro
cession moving across the mealow
from Mr. Emery's barn, and along the
lane that led to Widow Gray's cottage
at the other end of the village. And
this was the programme:
Two boys with Chinese lanterns; two
little Chinamen bearing on a pole b?
tween them a real Chinese tea-chest
filled with tea and sugar; wheelbar
row, alternately wheeled by Joe Em
ery and Will Somerby. On each side of
Cream of Chestnuts Croutons
Fricassee of Oysters
Olives
Roast Turkey Giblet Stuffing
Cranberry Sauce
Mashed Potatoes Diced Turnip
New Cider Apollinaris
White Velvet Sherbet
Roast Duck Currant Jelly
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the barrow two pumpkins containini
pies, doughnuts, etc. One pumpkin ii
front with celery and cranberries
large oval pumpkin in the center witl
turkey, decorated with laurel sprigs
spaces filled up with white potatoes ant
sweet potatoes; at the head of the bar
row, on pole, a little banner"
Thanksgiving greeting from thi
friends of Mrs. Gray."
Now, don't you think Joe Emery':
was a new and jolly "pumpkin lark ?"
B. P.
Let Us Be Thankful, j
OME from Hamlei
and city,
Home o'er rivei
and sea,
: The boys and girls
wmtMz To keep Thauks-
If&ySV i giving with me
Ir.iaiV' Hlich is a Indirp. tbev icll
me,
And John is a learned di
vine. They were always more
than common,
Those sturdy lads of
mine.
Laura, my pride, my darling,
And my little Rosalie,
And the children all are coming
To keep Thanksgiving with me.
The great world's din is softened
Eie it reaches this abode,
This mountain farm, that lieth
Under the smile of God.
So open the doors ami windows,
And let in the golden air,
Sweep out the dust and cobwebs,
And make the old home fair.
For swift from Hamlet and city
Swift over river and sea,
My boys and girls are hasting
To keep Thanksgiving with me.
Agnes Kincaid.
Lovea Service.
Love always gives. Service has a
thousand forms, says the Christian
Herald. Sometimes it is poverty that
stands at our door and relief is want
ed. More often it is not money nor
bread, but something more precious,
friendship, sympathy. Sorrow or lone
liness is before us. A mother's heart
is breaking. Money would be useless
it would be mockery. But we can
hold to the neighbor's lips a cup of the
wine of love, filled out of our own
heart, which will hearten the sufferer.
Or it is the anguish of a life struggle,
a human Gethsemane, beside which we
are called to watch. We can give no
actual aid the soul must fight its bat
tles alone; but we can be as the angel
that ministered to our Lord's Gethse
mane imparting strength and helping
the weary struggler to win the victory.
The world is very full of sorrow and
trial, and we cannot live among our
fellow men and be true without sharing
their loads. If we are happy we must
hold the lamp of our happiness so that
it will fall upon the shadowed heart.
If we have no burden, it is our duty to
put our shoulders under the load of
others. Selfishness must die or else
our own heart's life must be frozen
within us. Wc soon learn that we can
not live for ourselves and be Christ
ians; that the blessings that are sent
us are to be shared with others and
that we are only God's almoners to
carry them in Christ's name to those
for whom they were intended.
Thank fnl.
"I don't eee what makes people go tt
football games on Thanksgiving Day,"
remarked his wife. "It hasn't any
thing to do with the spirit of the oc
casion." "Oh, yes, it has," was the reply. "1
never went to a football game in mj
life that I didn't feel tremendously
thankful that I wasn't one of the play
ers." Ex.
The above goes very well with tin
experience of the little girl, who, locked
up the dog in a dark closet while the
family were at church ThanksgivJna
Day, so that he might be thankful!
when they came home and let him out
Hominy Brussels Sprout
Apple and Celery Salad
Cheese .Wafers
Thanksgiving Plum Pudding Hard
Sauce
Squash Pie Mince Pic
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i l?Mi la the Xavy.
'The naty-departaent has been en
gaged in the fast two yean la making
experimenif with a view io lftYrig
some economical and feasible plan for
the use of oil as fuel for Vessels. It
begins to look as if the problem' were
already solved, or were very near solu
tion. The problem is of especial inter
est to the navy department jtwt now,
because of the need of torpedo boats of
a high speed. If such a speed can be
reached at all. it can be reached more
easily with the use of oil as fuel rather
than coal, provided the transmission of
energy can be secured sithply and econ
omically. In an attack by torpedo
boats upon a squadron of war vessels,
two of the most important features are
speed and secrecy. Indeed, the two are
almost synonymous, for the reason that
it is always advisable to make aa at
tack by torpedo boats at night; and un
der such conditions the more swiftly
a torpedo boat moves, the greater are
its chances of getting near to a fleet
before discovery. The unusual rapidity
of advance also serves to disconcert the
gunners of the fleet, and, by reducing
the time by which the torpedo boats
may be under fire, renders the attack
more likely to be successful. The ad
vantages to be derived from the use of
oil as fuel are many and noteworthy.
In the first place, the weight of the fuel
Itself is an important matter, as every
pound counts upon the speed of the lit
tle torpedo boat. It Is also true that in
case of a long voyage, the substitution
of oil as fuel would make a decided dif
ference in what is called the steaming
radius. That is. the leneth of vovace
a boat may take, using the fuel on
board until its supply is exhausted. It
Is calculated that a vessel which may
have a steaming radius of 1,000 miles
with a certain bulk of coal would have
a steaming radius of 2,000 miles with
an equal bulk of petroleum. There are
also to be considered some other impor
tant details. With the use of coal as
fuel, there exists 'the necessity for the
constant employment of stokers on
board of a war vessel, in order that
coal may be fed to the grates and
ashes may be removed from time to
time. All this, of course, means so
many men, and a large amount of work
constantly going on, even in a little
torpedo boat, so long as that boat may
be in use. With the employment of oil
as fuel, however; the stoker Is practi
cally abolished, as the fuel is fed auto
matically to the grate by a spray, and
there are no ashes to be handled.
Briefly described, the apparatus used
by the naval experts in their recent
tests consisted of an ordinary firebox
over the grate bars, in which were laid
grooved bricks, the oil being propelled
to these bricks by a fan-shaped spray.
As the air is constantly passing
through the grooves of the bricks, and
uniting with the burning oil on those
bricks, the latter become themselves
heated to a red heat, and the amount
of heat directed upon the boiler be
comes reasonably constant and subject
to easy regulation. Compressed air is
used for purposes of draught and foi
spraying the oil.
According to the report of the naval
experts to Secretary Herbert, one pound
of oil was found to evaporate from sev
enteen to twenty pounds of water. This
is about twice as good results as could
be obtained from the use of coal. As
regards speed, the experiment seems to
show an increase of about 5 per cent
in the rate of speed, although the con
ditions were not the most favorable to
the use of oil, the boat having been
built for coal-burning engines. Possi
bly with the construction of a boat
especially built for tho use of oil as
fuel for the engines, a speed of about
two knots per hour greater than that
possible in the ordinary torpedo boat
might be secured. Boston Advertiser.
A Naval Engagement.
The new American navy has not yet
produced any such incidents as one
which is reported from Toulon con
cerning some French naval maneuvers.
The new cruiser Vatour began to carry
on target practice in the presence of
the fleet. Instead of hitting the float
ing target she sent three shots into the
admiral's ship, the Brennus. The first
two only struck the bridge on which
the admiral was standing, but the prac
tice improved and the third shot
brought clown the steersman. Admiral
Gervais thought that this was getting
close enough and gave the signal
"Cease firing." New York Journal.
The Folly of L'nbelief.
In view of the prevailing and abid
ing love of Him in whose hands all
power in heaven and on earth is lodged
what a folly seems our unbelief! And
what a sin and ehame our worry. We
have but the duty of the present, the
provision for the morrow is our Fath
er's care. And because He cares and
wills that wc should have the help that
never fails His trusting children in
their hour of need we can put our
whole strength into the moment's
work, assured that the morrow's task
will never be allowed to pass beyond
the morrow's strength.
A firatlfjins Goal.
Chipper Sponger celebrated the 71st
anniversary of his birth yesterday. It
must have been a happy goal for him
to attain. Lippei- Why so for him any
more than any other man? Chipper
Why, he's been a borrower all his life
and now he has reached that point
where he can live on borrowed time.
Richmond Dispatch.
The-GIaea Eye.
"I suppose," said the man in the yel
low ulster, "it doesn't hurt your glass
eye when you get anything in it?"
"Does it look as if it would ever be
likely to have a pane in it?" responded
the other, frigidly. And he gave him
the glassy stare. Indianapolis Journal
Her Opinion.
Mr. Bashful (after years of steady
calling) If if I should pro-propose to
to to any one, what would you
think? Mies Longwait I'd think the
world was coining to an end. Chips.
Literal.
Female Admirer How delightful it
must De lor you to make your living
by your pen? Modern Author But 1
don't; I make it by my typewriter.
Buffalo Express.
Another Pink Pill Enthusiast
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Caraa Her af a Bad Caaa aff
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from the World-Herald. Omaha. Neb.
Mrt. Henry T. Bcebe. who for the
past fourteen years has resided at Nts.
2411 Caldwell street, Omaha. Nebraska,
an enthusiastic admirer of Dr. Wil
liams' Pink Pills for Pale People. Mrs.
Beeba says she would not be without
Pink ftlls for any Inducement, as they
have proved to be such a blessing ta
her In the past few years.
For many years Mrs. Beebe has been
a sufferer from a severe and very pe
culiar form of chronic rhsumatism.
trhJch gave her no rest night or day.
Up to' three years ago she did not know
what It was to be relieved from pain
and at times, usually at night, she w.ts
torturedvwltha concentration of rheu-latl-wavte
sons, one Joint, usually ta
the cords of the wrist.' After trying
several kinds of remedies recommended
by her friends, she began taking- Pin
Pills, and quickly found relief.
Mrs. Beebe says: "There is no doubt
about it. Pink Pills cured me, and I
will never be without them as long as
I can get them. I never fall to recom
mend them to anyone who Is suffering
from rheumatism, as they have done
so much for me, and 1 know they wlJ
do It for others.
"For years I was troubled with rheu
matism in Its worst form. There was
hardly a minute that I did not suffer.
during a period of twenty years. The
pain was not always in the same place,
but was all through the system. Dur
ing the day, while I was not at all
free from nain. It was not So bad
as at night, when the pain seemed
to concentrate in one spot, and was so
Intense that sleep was Impossible for
me or anyone around me, and I have
paced the floor all night. At times the
cords of my wrist would becomo
cramped and knotted so that It would
seem as if something was gnawing
through the bone, and the place would
be black and blue for days after.
"At last, after I had tried several
other kinds of medicines without any
effect, I tried Pink Pills, and had not
taken one box when I saw that they
were helping me right along. When I
had taken the second box the rheuma
tism was entirely gone, and I have not
had it since, and that was three years
ago. Since I have been cured I havo
felt like another woman. I cannot
speak too highly for Pink Pills for Pale
People, and I would recommend them
to anyone that is suffering from any
form of rheumatism. They are the
mildest medicine I have ever taken.
Why, you can let one of the pills He
on your tongue until It dissolves, and
only a pleasant taste will result from
it. One does not notice the action of
th pIllB either, but they do more work
In a given time than a dozen of the or
dinary bitter pills."
When asked how she came to take
Pink Pills. Mrs. Beebe said: "Well, I
saw in the paper a statement that was
sworn to by a man that had suffered
from nearly the same trouble that I
had, only I do not think it was quite so
severe, and I thought surely they woul
not put in a false affidavit, and I wa
positive that no one would swear to a
falsehood, they ought not to at least,
and as It would cost only fifty cents
to try It, I bought a box with the re
sults I have just related to you.
Dr. Williams Pink Pills contain, 1c
a condensed form, all the elements
necessary to give new life and richness
to the blood and restore shattered
nerves. They are also a specific for
troubles peculiar to females, such as
suppression?, irregularities and all
forms of weakness. They build up the
blood, and restore the glow of henlth
to pale and sallow cheeks. In men they
effect a radical cure in all cases aris
ing from mental worry, overwork or
excesses of whatever nature. Pink Pills
are sold in boxes (never in l'jose bulk)
at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for SL'.oO.
and may be had of all druggists, or di
rect by mail from Dr. Williams' Medi
cine Company, Schenectady, N. Y.
NOTES OF THE DAY.
Missouri's cattle are conservatively
valued at 2S,000,000.
Wood for tennis racquets is kept five
years before being used.
Sportsmen are shooting bass in tho
Potomac. The water in the river 13
low and clear.
A poor North Carolina fanner turned
up a gold nugget on his farm, and has
since refused fabulous prices for his
lands.
Save In the Ottoman empire, Persia.
Arabia, Siam, China and the interior
of African countries, slavery is now
extinct.
Texan
In the agricultural 'ine, Texas leads
all other states in the variety of its
products. Cotton, corn, and the cereals
prow and are raised in every section of
the state and in the central and south
ern portions sugar cane and sorghum
cane are profitably cultivated. On the
Gulf Coast two or three crops of veg
etables are raised each year. Berries
are shipped six weeks in advance of
the home crop in the nowh. i'cars.
peaches, plums, oranges, figs, olives,
and nuts all grow abundantly and can
be marketed from two to three weeks
in advance of the California crops
Large quantities of riceare now grown.
If the land seeker, the home seeker.
and the settler desires to secure a
farm larger than the o::e he occupies,
on vastly more reasonable terms; if he
wants more land to cnltivate, a preater
variety of crops to harvest, with pro
portionately increased remuneration,
at a less outlay for ecbt of production.
if he wants an earlier season, with
correspondingly higher prices; if he
wants milder winter, all the year pas
turage for his stock, improved health,
increased bodily comforts and wealth
and prosperity he should jro to Texas.
Jrend for pamphlet descriptive of the
resources of this great state (mailed
free). Low rate home seekers' excur
sions via the Missouri, Kansas &. Texas
railway on December 1st and 15th,
189(5. 1I. A. Cherrier, Northern Pas
senger agent, 32G Marquette Building,
Chicago, I1L
WISDOM.
!
Money is the pick-lock that never
fails.
Where there is no money there Is no
devil.
Scatter sound literature, and the
harvest will come in due season.
The more you praise a man who
don't deserve it the more you abuse
him.
Bicycles seem to have taken the place
of brass candlesticks for wedding pres
ents. A weak constitution can be
strengthened, but a weak set of brains
can't.
Everybody in this world wants
watching, but noue more than our
selves. One of the hardest things in the
world is for a man who is stuck up to
get down.
The top round of the ladder is an
imaginary oce; nobody has ever
reached it yet.
A wise man is never confounded by
what he can't understand, but a fool
generally is.
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