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The genittssoirs far to the fountain
That feeds the snow-cap i u'the sky
But though our wings break in the flying,
And though our souls faint in the trying,
Our flight canna follow so high
.Andthe eagle swoops not from the mountain
To zee wet the ground -bird's low ery.
The world has a gay guerdon ready
To hail the fleet foot in the race •
But on the dull highway of duty,
Aloof front the pomp and the beauty,
Thestir and the chance of the chase,
Are toilers, with step true and steady,
Pursuing their wearisome pace.
False prowess and noisy insistence
May capture the garrulous throng
But the " average' father and brother,
The home -keeping sister and mother,
Grown gentle and patient and strong,
Shall learn in the fast -nearing distance
Wherein life's awards have been wrong,
Then here's to the " average people."
Themakers of home and its rest •
To them the world turns for a blessing
\Viten life its hard burdens is pressing,
For stay -at home hearts are the beat.
Sirdsbuild if they will in the steeple,
But safer the eaves for a nest,
HA:RPER'S BAZAR
A BOYCOTTED BABY.
C.IIAPTEiti' V.—JE:u's WIFE AMAIN—HER
LAST APPEARANCE.
The agony of this suspense was wearing
him out, and Matthew Bulbous felt, next
morning, as if another twenty-four hours of
it would drive kiln med-uuiesa, inself.pres.
ervatiou, be rushed off to the nearest police
station and gave himself up in antieipation
of the action of the law.
Theintolerable,
housewasand he conf d
not bear the disgrace of beig arrested in
the presence of all his clerks. So he made
away from London by way of Victoria Sta-
tion, unconsciously leaving the train when
it stopped at Penge ; and giving up his tie-
ket et the gate, crossed the wooden bridge
over the lino; which he remembered cross-
ing on the day of the funeral: of his own
son's wife -Christmas Day. It seemed so
long ago now.
Matthew Bulbous walked slowly down,
the street of Pengo, heedless of pelting
sleet and of the fact that he was wi"hout
an umbrella, ilia head was bent in ab-
straction; but his feet uuconciausly,
were bringing liimr step lay step to-
wards the house in Croydon Road where,
with most unehristian feeling, he had sec
the hearse waiting for the dead woman. It
itbad
to be done overagain, he- w o
btte how
how he would do it. Condone that marriage
he could not, nor forgive his son for the act
of defiance. But he recognised the hand of
good -fortune which lead first put an end to
the matrimonial scheme between Lord
Polonlus and himself. Had he only reeog-
nfsed it at the time, he would never have
suffered himself to fall into the 'Earl's bands
again. He would have left things as they
were. The baby would probably have died
in any case, and he should be free of this
terrible burden which crushed him now.
Then he went on to speculate as to what
was probably at that very moment going on
at the inquest. n zest. this he From roe d
rood
q
P
farther to
k r speculate o an tiro sentence
P
he
shout
d be likelyto receive -the al t] a •u'u •tn
r ruin and
shame
he realize s ffi '
d n clentl well, It
Y
would be imprisonment with bard labour
for a year, or two years; or perhaps penal
servitude for a louger term. And then?
It was the coming to life again, rather than
the imprisonment, which he dreaded most;
and it is very likely that it would have been
a relief to him to be assured, as he walked
drenched and insensible to wet and cold
down the dull suburban street, that be
should be shut away from the world for ten
ort. twenty ers Whatti
a would not ten
Y Yor
twenty years wipe out 2 He plight reappear
in the world, at the end of that period, for.
gotten, and therefore less ashamed. But to
come back soon -while the thing was still
fresh in all men's minds -would, he knew,
be the worst part of his punishment -a
calamity that would be killing to a man of
his unresting energy, wbo could not still sit
and corrode in inactive obscurity.
At the bottom of the main street of Penge'.
village there is a police station, at a corner
where Croyden Road crosses at right angles,
Matthew Bulbous stepped gaick]y off
the pavement in front of e, the sta-
tion, stooping his head against the
driving and blinding sleet in order to
cross to the other side. Be had gone but
three paces when a shout from the door of
the police station paralysed him, and heavy
feet leaped down the stone steps and follow-
ed him. As the policeman's gra. was on
his shoulder he turned his white face to his
captor -was struck in the head and chest
with tremendous force, and flung back sense-
less on the pavement.
wintry' afternoon, that he came heek to the
world once' more. The amazed effort
to realize where ,he was, or what
had happened to him, was of course a fail-
ure. It was some dim but wondering re-
assurance to him presently to see pis wife
by the bedside, signing to him to be still,
and gazing iu his £ace with the unselfish de-
votion of a loving heart. Then a doctor
came, examined his pulse and temperature,
and silently disappeared again ; and as,.
opening his eyes after a few minutes, he
found himself alone and the room was dark-
ening, there was nothing for it but to go to
sleep, with some vague hope that when he
awoke again he might be able to understand.
something.
When he opened his eyes next the room
was very silent, and a shaded light stood on
a table in a distant corner. Not being able
to call, he tried to think• The el?ort prov-
ed en vain, for he could get no farther than
an overshadowing fear that something very
dreadful -the very worst, perhaps had hap-
pened, and that he was only going to realise
it now It was painfullyperplexin, . Could
a room like this belong to a prison hospital?
Hardly -and he recollected having seen his
wife, Convicts are not usually allowed to
be nursed by their wives. Perhaps he had
got off, by some trick of Clove his solicitor,
and they had taken him away from the
scene of his disgrace. Perhaps -worst of
all, and the fear of it made him wish he had
died rather -his trial had yet to come off'.
Presentlyh wife came in and kissed him.
She had not for many years been wont to
venture on that act of affection. Then some
ane came to the other side of the bed and
also kissed him -this was his daughter
Agnes. In the sudden fullness of heart
broughto b*
o .this demonstration f pure
3
a e r
and ill -merited affection, tears welled cam
the broken man's eyes, and he struggled to
say: ""Mary--Agnes-I don't care now
what I have lost -or what has happened -
if you stay with me !"
"Dear, dear, we will always stay with
you. You have lost nothing;, you have
been wandering in your nieces,"
"Am I -at home?"
" No, dear ; you soon shall be, when you
get strong. Now sleep again ; we will stay
with you."
" Yes, yes, stay ; but I cannot sleep now.
Tell me everything."
"No, Matthew. To=morrow you will be
stronger. Yon must not talk or think to-
night."
"" Very well t" he said with a sigh ; "but
n I can't help trying to think,"
IHe dreaded to put that question which
was uppermost in his anxious thoughts-,
' whether he was still, awaiting his trial. Try-
ing to think, however, was of no avail, and
at length he slept, Exhausted nature bad
much lost ground to make up before the
balance was even again, and he did not
wake until ten next morning.
A bright gleam of snnabtno rested an the
side of the window, and was the first thing
he saw. In a while the doctor came, look-
ing cheerful, and pronounced him to have
sately landed on that happy sbore whore
the patteut has only to get well as fast as
he can. Matthew Bulbous took all the nour-
ishment they gave him, and enjoyed it;
and ld t hen
I be learned,to i'
1 zst wonder,
rad
where fere le was, andthe t 19 na tttro of the la ncci•
dentthathad ra d bef 11 u un. Simultancoue-
ly with the warning shout from the door of
the police station -which was the
last thing ho remembered. -a run-
away horse and trap dashed round the
corner and struck him senseless. Searching
his pockets, the police foundhis card, and
recollecting that some person of the soma
name lived , short way up the Croydon
Road, they made inquiries. This was how
it cine to pass that Matthew Bulbous was
nursed through his illness in his son's house;
though it puzzled him greatly to imagine
why James Bulbous should be keeping the
house on, iris wife and cbild being dead,
and he himself having gone abroad after the
wife's death.
When the doctor went away, Matthew
began to question his wife. All about the
accident she knew and, told him ; but when
lie tried to approach the dread subject of the
baby, cautiously feeling his way, as fear-
ing what might have to be told him, Mrs.
Bulbous grew puzzled and distressed, for
she apprehended that he was agaiu relaps.
ing into that delirium which had been so
terrible to witness.
" Dear Matthew," she suddenly said,
"would you like to speak to Jem?"
"Ay," he answered drawing a deep
breath. "Is he here? Very well ; send him
to me."
The interview would have to come sooner
or later, and he might as well get it
over. Matthew Boulbous was not now
his old relf-of rock -like strength
and inflexibility of character, but a
broken down man -broken down first by
misfortune and next by sickness. His son
might be as stern as he liked with him ; he
was at his meroynow.
James Bulbous, however, did not look
stern when he came to the -bedside and took
his father's hand. "I am glad to see you
better, father." •
" Well Jem?"
The son regarded him a moment attentive-
ly, still holding the weak hand.
"Jem !" said Matthew Bulbous, gather-
ing all his strength, ""if you will listen to
me -patiently and forgivingly -while 1 con-
fess how 1 have wronged and injured you"
"Father, you need not go into ,all that,"
said his son quietly.
"I must, Jem-I must! I have been a
fool. 1 have rained myself, and disgraced
you all by my folly. Oh Jem, Jem!" he ex-
claimed with all his soul, "I wish it were
all undone, and that I had the chance again
of taking another course. I won't say I
could approve your marriage to that -to
your wife; but it doesn't become any one to
be hard on what he thinks another's folly;
and I might, when she was dead, have had
more Christian feelings. It was all done
for sake of—Jem!" he exclaimed, gaining
sudden strength from the thought of Lord
Polouius, "upon my soul! I would rather
see you married this day to an even worse
case than to that old villain's daughter."
This burst of feeling did him. good. The
son waited for him to cool before he spoke
again.
"Did you ever see my wife, father?"
"See her? Why, of course --Vv ell,
I
can't say I did, Jem; but let her be. Joe
of L
told m , al about her. Never
mind, now.
Tell me what has happened-abouthe-
the baby," he said, shutting his eyes. "You
will .never forgive me that, Jem. Oh ! I
have been so unnatural! If I could only get
your full forgiveness, Jem-and have satis-
faction out
of that wily old thief -I think I
could die in peace."
"J have something to tell you about him
presently, father. But about my wife and
baby"_-
" Jem, Jem, Jem-spare me 1 If you.
knew how 1 have suffered -how your wife
has haunted -ire"--- •
" But you'have never seen r her, father ;
how could she haunt you 2"
" It wasn't ' the real ' one ; but all the
same Jem she hashaunted-
me -about
that
baby.",.
The perspiration was on his face ; there
was real suffering there.
For wesek'a after this occurrence, Mat-
thews Btdbous was knockedout of the world
more coa.pletely than he had been gloom-
ily anticipating just before it happened, and
by a much more summary process. The
world he was shot into proved to be a
strange and bewildering one, and held mas-
terful grip of his raving fancies. It was a
kind of world manifest enough, from his
hallucinations, to those about him ; but
much of it was wholly incomprehensible,
and almost all of it very dreadful.
How many times he was pilloried in the
dock for that crime of folly, it would be im-
possible to say. The wretched man was
being forever put on his trial, with not a
word of defence to utter. Mr. Clove sat by,
silent and powerless ; the loathsome Griffon,
smelling of gin, with vile moisture glisten-
ing on the bristles round her mouth, sup-
ported him on one side ; the doctor on the
other ; and now and again he caught sight
of the distressful, pitying faces of his wife
and daughter, and tried to avoid them. But
when he beheld Lord. Polonius on the
bench beside the judge, his rage was fear-
ful ; they had to hold him down on the bed;
until, behind the justice -seat, appeared the
face againatwhich he had no power to hold
up his head -and then he always collapsed,
moaning and burying himself in the pil-
lows. How vividly he remembered her
warning on Christmas eve : ," According
as you are kind and just to it, I will be
merciful to you 1" He had murdered it, he
and those two vile confederates on each
side ofhim, ,ar
d seeing
the dead mother be-
hind the judge, with her white face and
dark eyes fixed upon him, he knew that he
had no mercy to hope for.
When the dreadful trial was over, and
,9entence passed, the woratpunishment came
because, instead of the merciful seclusion of
the prison, he was condemned to undergo
his degradation before all the world.g
His
wife and daughter beheld him, linked to his;
detested fellow-malefactois the Griffon and
the doctor ; all the clerks from his office
came daily during ' luncheon hour to stare
at him; business friends stood afar off, con-
templating his condition with pity; ragged
women jeered and hooted him ; and Lord
Polonlus drove round daily in a slashing
tandem in order to turn his head away with
lofty abhorrence.
Matthew Bulbous possessed an iron
eon=
stitution
or he could not have survived all
this -half o4 ii would have killed an ordin.
ery man, It Was in theearly twilight, one
Poor father!" said James Bulbous, " you
have been under a terrible delusion. Before
I tell you what has happened,will you prcm-
ise to nurse no ill -feeling against 'others on
account of it ?-to let bygoues be bygones?"
Matthew reflected. This was a serious
proposition. But he was in a weak state of
mind and body propitious to virtuous im-
pulses, and after a while he answered :
Very well, ,Tem ; I promise -always ex-
cepting Lord Polonius !"
We will leave out his lordship, then"
said the, young man, smiling, " And now,
father, I will tell you flow it was.
Jaynes Bulbous related the story of his
wife and child, Matthew was simply stupe-
fied, The whole thing had been a malicious
scheme of Joseph Bulbous, intended to
punish his masterful brother, and, humble
his pride by administering to him the big-
gest fright it was possible to give him,
Joseph knew his man to the bone, as no
other living person knew him, and the auto-
cratic and self -sufficing brother had played
into his hands with stupendous blindness. It
was difficult to realize it.
" Then, your ife-your child "--Mat-
thew commenced', fearfully,
They were both alive and well. Joseph,
after leaving England -provided with the
money intended for James Bnlbous's contin-
ental trip -addressed a letter to his nephew
recounting the whole plot. At the same time
he despatched the telegram to his brother
as a parting shot. The unfortunate child
belonged to some one else- for it. was a plot
between Joseph and the woman Griffon,.
which
paid the latter suifiofently well. The
infant 'would have died in any case, in the
course of nature -or business..
rt
So
oe
J is gone,
then?" said Matthew
re
-
gretfu11Y• "I gave him four hundred pounds
for you."
"Ile is half -away to New Zealand now.
-
I know, father," the young man added,
penitently, " I ought not to have been so
stiff necked. 1 ought to bane written to you
and explained: But my pride prompted me
to worir and be independent. T am sorrier
now 0)041.1 van tell you."
Thera was no deception here ; his son's
face was too honest. The Griffon, and all the
rest of that horrorpassed away like a nights
mare -hideous, and as yet hardly compre•
beusible-and the relief was indeed deep
beyond fathoming. What a terribly realistic
actor Joseph had been through all the
horrible business ! And what a terribly
realistic fool Matthew lead been himself
But Joseph knew him to the bone. and the
cony ietion of this fact covered Al attliew with.
humiliation, t'
on, which, it is to be hoped did him
good.
The fear of ruin and disgrace was gone
now; and what remained? The wife and
baby! These dread images were still in his
mind, and he had been doing his best for
the last few minutes to thiuk of them with
grateful resiguation. lint for all be could
do, while thanking Heaven with one half of
his heart that they were alive, the other
half sank with the thought of them living
and his wife and daughter in thesamc house
with them. It was more than melancholy..
The woman might reform ; he was doubtful,
very
doubtful
as to this -but thevein,t
would
elingtoher-
forlife- n
a d he mailed
froml o
t i thought 1 of her coming t nfug in conatie t
with
hisolv
n wife ad 1
n daughter, , whose
g
value
to flim now was lrayand all riches.
And then the baby l -such things, as though
in mockery of human vanity and pride, were
terribly tenacious of life, and, as „Um Grif-
fon had pointed out, endowed with marvel-
lous powers of endurance and survival.
The sou did not understand the grief which
he saw deepen ingin his father'sftieo. Preset it.
ly he fancied he discovered its cause, and
aughed quietly.
"Don't laugh at mo, Jem ; I'll bear it as
best I can; but for the Lord's sake don't
laugh at me 1"
There was a soft rustle at the door, n,nd
James Bulbous made a sign to some person
there.
"Father, my wife and baby," he said
gently.
Matthew shivered, and turned his fralo
face round to sec. " What is this?" he cried,
starting up.
"My wife and child, father. Gertrude
has been nursing you, as well as mother and.
Agnes."
As he spoke, he quietly slipped from the
room and left then together.
That pretty blushing face -• how well Mat-
thew Bulbous knew it !-the face that had
been with him on Christmas eve, and had
been haunting him since ! Richly indeed
did the pleasant look of J em's wife this.
morning -and of her bright-eyed baby -re-
pay }limier what he hadsuflered. He drew
them both to his breast and held them there,
tenderly, thanking God for a mercy he had
done so little to deserve.
That was a profoundly happy hour that
followed, with Jern's wife sitting on the bed-
side and Jem's baby climbing over hint. No
person interrupted them : they were left
quite alone, and it is hardly too much to say
that under this new influence Matthew Bul-
bous unconsciously floated into a life he had
never'lcnown before.
He was soon back at Blackheath with lois
family. The last stimulus to his recovery
came from the information that Lord
Polon' us had gone into the City with- his
money and had there come to ignominious
grief, finishing his financial career in the
Bankruptcy Court. Matthew Bulbous was
profoundly pleased ; but still, he could not
help a feeling of pity for Lady Jessalinda.
Her father had been a blight upon her.
Should i t ever come in Matthew's way to do
the poor lady a friendly turn in the way of
businesshe will probably be tempted to do
it, provided it is absolutely certain that
Lord Polonius reaps no benefit thereby.
Matthew read with deep and peculiar
interest the report of the trial of Mrs Grif-
fon and her accomplice the doctor, and the
painful revelations which were made. It
still made hint turn cold to imagine what
might have been.
He has abandoned the idea of entering
Parliament, and is taking steps to sell Kirby
St. George. To the general evorld he is still
the sane man he always bas been ; but his
eyes have been opened to one or two impor-
tant facts. He knows the value of his do-
mestic ties now, and the pleasure of coming
home in the evening. After dinnerinstead
of shuttinghimself upin
hi
astudy,as he
used to do, he now sits by the drawing -room
fire with pretty 'Mrs. Jem (and the baby)
always nearto him. Agnes is to be married
to the curate' very soon. Jem, who hes been
called to the bar, works as hard as though
his 'living depended on it ; and his father
leas privately assured the young man's
mother that one day Jem will be Lord
Chancellor of England.
" Gertrude," said Matthew one night to
his pretty daughter-in-law as the fact struck
him for the first time, for whom are you in
mourning ?"
She looked up with innocent surprise
not having the least knowledge of the fraud
that had been played on Mr. Bulbous -and
replied : "For a little sister of mine, who
died at Christmas."
" Ah -of course, my dear," he said with
a slight start.
r
Now T remember. That
illness has played the mischief with my
memory." •
[TELA .811D.1
A Ratolnng ()hest for Girls.
In Germany they have a pretty fashion
when the stork comes down the chimney
and brings a girl baby to make the house
glad, to begin or her first birthday to form
her trousseau. Her godmother gives the
big, handsomely carved hatching chest, and
in this goes gradually the bed linen, the
napery, and the silver that, es au industri-
ous fraulein, she is to carry into her now
home. The American mother is beginning
to see the value of this custom, and the
hatching chest now makes its appearance
and is carefully filled. Grandm.amma,
wisely enough begins a set of tablespoons,
and when the little girl is twelve years old,
she will have a dozen of them, each bearing
her initials. From an adoring aunt wil
have come the teaspoons, from au uncle th
forks, and from mamma the handsome nap
ery. Now, these things cost a lot of money
but as they are given so gradually on birth
days, not one feels that they are any grey
expense. After the twelth year come th
bed linen and some heavier pieces of silve
or fine ones of china.
Suppose she should never marry? Oh
but aha will keep a home for herself, an
in it she will want to have her own belong
ings, or, if she should sin,k into the positio
left vacant by mamma, and the contents o
the hatching chest should never be used
don't you think it will be a pleasure to he
to give then to one for whose future ther
has not been so much care taken 2 America
women are not, as a general thing, accnmu
lative, Something is bought tn•day, dis
carded to -morrow, and forgotten at the en
of the year. She who keeps things alwey
Inas a stock from which she can be generous
and it is Pleasant
oven after te t
h to lir
otic
1 lnelnor of o s friends,eveni
iftI
thought comese
n with the fragrant t tea out o
the fat, silver teapot whieh has been your
or the delicate -handled, old-fashione
spoons from which the preserves are eaten
and to which you devoted so much though
in designing. Don't you remember Mar
Washington leaving to her son George he
best feather bed? That showed is though
for the future, and a looking after his cam
fort that are much to be commended. How
ever, without thinking of what one will d
about willing things, start a hatching ches
for your small girl, and conclude that sb
will use its contents in her own household
Small Sweet Courtesies,
Life is so complex, its maohinery so iutri
tate, that it is impossible that the wheel
should always move smoothly and withou
friction. 'There is a continual straining o
every nerve to gain and keep a place in thi
overcrowded, busy world, Whet wonde
if in the hurry and pushing the rights o
others were trampled or completely ignore
when every individual is in such haste the
time fails for the "small, sweet courtesie
of life!"
Bat it is the little offices of friendship
the encouraging smile, the appreciativ
word, the thought for our preferenees, th
avoidance of our prejudices -which .mak
life easier, and which lessen in a marvelau
degree all its worries and perplexities, Fou
nothing Provonts friction soperfectly
as th
exetcias Of what w "�!'
e sometimes disdain1
ll l
call the
minor vitt -1
ties, . s g
h "1 1, r
ou
t o,
should i d ba endowed with ttith, endd yet
lack
iug prurience and delicate insight and air
culnspection, wound. with sharp needle
pricks the sensitive hearer. We do no
caro to be constantly reminded of our fail
inA gentlewoman never fails in the small,
sweet courtesies, Metingtively she respect
the feelings of others, and, slaving th
goiclenrale by heart, it is from her hear
that all lovely, lit e•compelling ;graces flow.
In her tongue is the lase of kirulness,t, ant
she has the ready tact which takes advau
tage of every opportunity to render th
lives of others happier.
"And ovary morning, with `good -day,'
Makes each daYgeou.'
Her winning smiles and gentle miniatra•
tions, her soft voice and unfailing sympa-
thy, insure her always a ready welcome,
and, like the sun, slue "finds the wore
bright, because she snakes it so."
Minute Wonders of Nature.
Human hair varies in thickness front the
250th to the 600th part of au inch. The
fibre of the very coarsest wool is only the
moth part of an inch in diameter while in
some species of the sheep it takes 1500 of
their hairs laid side by side to cover an inch
on the rule. The silk worm's web is only
the 5300th part of an inch in thickness, and
some of the spiders spin a web so minute
that it would take 60,000 of them to form a
rnpe an inch in diameter ! A pound's
weight of spider's web of this size wouldreach
around the world and then leave enough
to reaeh from New York to San Francisco.
A single "grain _of musk has been known to
perfume a room for twenty years. At the
lowest computation that grain of musk must.
have been divided into 320,000,000,000-
000 particles, each at them capable of affect-
ing the olfactory organs. The human skin
is perforated by at least 1000 holes in the
space of each square inch. For the sake of
argument, say there is exactly 1000 of these
little drain ditches to each square inch of
skin surface. Now estimate the skin sur-
face of the average sized man at sixteen
square feet and we find that he has 2,304,-
000 pores.
Cultivation of Turkeys,.
"A farmer's daughter" says : The first
turkey hens which show a desire to sit
should be allowed to do so, as the fresher
the eggs the better the hatch. Let them
have only 10 to 12 eggs at the start, the
remainder being given to some trustworthy
old Plymouth Rock matrons,-.. which can
easily cover eight to ten turkey eggsapiece.
A sufficient number of turkey hens should
be set to go with the young turkeys, as they
are so much finer and mere thrifty when
reared by their natural mothers. Some
persons put as many as 25 or 30 in one
brood, but my experience teaches that a
larger per cent. are raised when the broods
are smaller. It is also a good• plan to have
several turkey hens come off at once ; they
and their broods are no more trouble to care
for than one would be in
factthey are
much more tractable, it being the nature of
turkeys to go in companies. One alone is
always restless and ill at
y d ease,seldom con-
tent to remain long enough •;in' one place to
give her little ones the requisite rust. Many
poultry keepers insist that each hen shall
produce two clutches of eggs before sitting,
but this compels one to keep the first eggs
so•'long that they might as well be thrown
away at once, or let chicken hens raise the,
first pullets -a most unsatisfactory pro-
ceeding indeed.
The silk petticoat for full dress should be
cut with the bias seam in the back, like the
dress and trimmed with one deep flounce,
with narrow Russian lace on either edge.
When America is as densely populated as
Europethis half of the world will have
population of nearly 1,400,000,000 -practi-
cally the same as that of the whole world at
the present time.
Children Cry for Pitcher's Castoria)
•. `. toes"" is " en\\ .\mow
for Infants and Children.
""Castoriaisso
Irecommend
mown tome."
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H. A. Aacnsze, AI. D.,
So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
Castoria cures
Sour Stomach,
�lssWWorms,
Without injurious
"For several
your' Castoria,'
ao so as it has
results.
"The Winthrop,"
Corr.11lx, 77
Colic, Constipation,
Diarrhoea, Eructation,•
gives sleep, and promotes df'•
medication. '
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-of 'Castoria"is so universal and
well known that it seems a work
to endorse it, Few are the
families who do not keep Castoria
reach."
Can os.MANew York City,
Bloomingdale Reformed Church.
THIS Ceti -await
years I have recommended
and shall always continue to
invariably produced beneficial
EDWIN F. PARDEE, 11. D.,
1:%th Street and 51t Ave.,
New York City.,
MvnlUr STasas', NEW Vous.
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HEAD RED 1N q CO20 (MINUTES BY
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f Alpha Wafers
d ORRMONEY REFUNDED. Purely Vegetable, Perfectly Harmless)
t and Pleasant to Take, Fo Sale byl
Y >r' all Drugglstti+.. PRICE 25 Cts
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MoCOLL BROS.
5 TORONTO.
Manufacturers and Wholesale
specialties
Lardin,e
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a Red, Engine OILS
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For Sala By BISSETT'
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Dealers iu the following
Wooly
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MACHINE OIL
USB NO OTIIER.
BROS, Exeter, Ont..
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DANDRUFFFF
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Restores Fading hair to Ils
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Keeps the Scalp clean,
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Promotes Growth.
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EXETER LUMBER YARD
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The undersigned wishes to inform the Public m general that h
keeps constantly iu stock all kinds of -N.
BUILDING MATERIAL
Dressed or T:factres Berl.
PINE AND HEMLOCK LUMBER. .
SHINGLES A SPECIALTY
900,000 X X and XXX Pine and Cedar Shingles now in
stock. A call solicited and satisfaction guaranted.
J,BZISSWILLIES,
rr, 2-k1k...T Dr.LaROL'S COTTON ROOT PILLS
,,,,,fit• _ r
r Safe and absolutely pure. Most powerful Female Regulator
a -a •�r known. The only safe, sure and reliable pill for sale. Ladies
�;, • ask druggists for LaBoe's Star and Crescent Brand. Take no
'i', otherizznd. Beware of cheap imitations, as they are danger
f.; one. Sold by all reliable druggists. Postpaid on receipt of price.
-' AMERICAN PILL CO., Detroit, Mich.
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Manufactured only Thomas Hollows .to Now Oxford Streak, '
late 055, Oxford Street, London.
look to the Label on the Boxes and is
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your Iy newleed,
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and more and
pinymeht and
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con •.canines atcnr6TW nn.otnorlr,
rapidly and honoroblpp by thous of
either ser, young or ohl, and In their
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covery that etre the worst cases of
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frankness of body or mind sauced
by over -work, or the errors or ex-
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HEAD -MAKER'S
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gists at $i per ()soilage, or six for � or sent by mail on
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