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Worth a Careful Howling,
Fin De Steele Love,
When young Mr. Lawson asked young
]Mss Pettibone to marry him they were
both a little astonished. He had no suoh
Intention or even inclination when he
went to Make his party gall. There had
been no sentimental passages in their
pl eng thy but perfectly commonplace friend.-
ship
riend-ship which demanded a proposal as a fit-
ting climax. But Estelle looked remark-
ably well sitting before the fire -place,
with a patl'ietio droop of her lips and •a
%tittle weariness in her eyes. There was
al, reel rose in the lace that fell from her
*Week, and its warm perfume filled the
'whole room.
Its odor and the sight of 'this new fas-
.oinatingly serious Estelle, the subdued
Rights in the room—everything about the
place seemed to mount like wine to Dick's
brain, and before he knew what he was
-saying he had told Estelle a talo of life-
long devotion and of a desire to marry
ler, Then struck with sudden 'amaze-
'ment at the sound of his own words, he
-waited for an answer.
Estella, though she was not entirely
unused to proposals, was unprepared for
'this one, Surprise eaused her to color
'vividly and to look at him with a curi-
ous, tremulous gaze. It occurred to him
that those wore the signs of love, and his
blood froze in his veins. She was going
'to accept him.
But she diel not. She said, hesitating-
ly, that it was a surprise to her. She had
not dreamed—and she thanked him for
-the honor, but—but—would he give her
a week to let her consider her own heart
,and desires. Of course Dick had no choice
• but to grant that reasonable request. He
went out gravely, with a sort of weight
-upon him. The cold night air, with no
breath of roses in it, struck him with a
,chill. What on earth had he clone? He
went over to see his mentor; John Gra-
ham. It would not be the first scrape
John had got hum out of.
John listened gravely and silently.
When Diek had finished the story of his
wooing he remarked amiably :
°1 Dick, you're a fool."
'Then lie proceeded to puff away at his
pipe again. Diel: did not answer. By
and by John removed his pipe and made
phis next statement.
You might go back and tell her that
the odor of a Jacqueininot always affects
you like too much champagne, and say
that you don't love her and you don't
want to marry hor. I think she'd free
you. Or you might fast and pray until
the end of the week. Perhaps Providence
would be moved to induce her to refuse
you.. But I doubt it, Dick. You're such
a captivating fellow, you know—"
Here he was interrupted by a few re-
marks concerning his mental capacity.
.Dick was beginning to look wretched.
When he saw that, John arosely sud-
denly.
" Seo here, Richard, my boy," he said,
" don't look like that, I'll get you out of
it. Go home and go to bed. 'To -morrow
afternoon you shall have your refusal.
~Go off, now."
The next afternoon Dick received a note
from Estelle. It was a very kind one—a
little self -reproachful, that she had given
hint any hope, but with an air of joyous-
ness in it, too. "It is only right that I
:should tell you," the letter ran, " that I
''have been for some time engaged to your
friend, John Graham. We had had a
violent quarrel only that afternoon, and
I never hoped. to see hint again. You
see, in my loneliness and unhappiness, I
was scarcely to blame for seizing at any
• chance of peace and affection, such as
you offered ine. But I know now how
wrong and silly that view was. Forgive
me for the pain I have caused you."
"Do you know, John," remarked Es-
telle to her fiance that evening, " I don't
believe Dick Lawson was in love with
ane at all. Look at the great mass of
-Jacks he sent me, and there was the dear-
est, most cordial note with them. Isn't
• it funny?"
"Ver ," said John, laconically.
I'ZE GSVINE BACK HOME.
How an Ohl Negro Who Had Been Rob-
bed of the Earnings of Years Moved
a Party of Strangers to Tears and
Realized $50, Net, Out of Hama.
As we waited in the Louisville & Nash-
ville depot at Nashville for a train, says a
New York Sun writer, someone began
crying, and an excitement was raised
among the passengers. A brief in.�rost-
gation proved that it was an olcl colored
man who was giving way to his grief.
'Three or four people remarked on the
-strangeness of it, but for some time no
ono saicl anything to him. Then a depot
policeman came forward and took him by
the aria and shook him roughly, and
said:
"See here, olcl roan, you want to quit
that! Yoa are drank, and if you make
any more disturbance I'll lock you up!"
"'Deed, but I hain.'t drunk," replied
the old man, as he renoyed his tear-
• stained handkerchief. "I'ze lost my
tieket an' money, an' days wat's de
• matter."
"Bosh ! You cover had any money to
lose. You dry up or away yon go,"
"What's the matteryore?" queried
man as he came forward,
The old man recognized the dialect of
-i the Southerner in an instant, and repress-
ing his emotions with a great effort he
answered:
"Say, Mars Jack, I'ze been robbed."
"My name is White."
"Well, den, Mars White, somebody has
dun robbed me of ticket an' money."
"Whore were you going?"
"Gwine down. into Kaintuck, whar I
Was bo'n an' raised."
''Where's that?"
"Nigh to Bowfin' Green, sah, an' wen
de wah dun sot me free I cum up dis way.
Hain't bin home sence, sah."
"And you had a ticket?"
"Yes, sah, an' ober $20 in cash. Bin
sayin' up fur 10 yiars, sah."
"What did you want to go back for?"
"To see de hills and de fields, de to -
backer an' do co'n, Mars Preston an' de
good ole missus. Why, Mars White, I'ze
dun been prayin' fur it fo' 20 yiars.
Sometimes de longin' has cum till I
couldn't hardly hold myself."
"It's too bac."
"De ole woman is buried down dar,
Mars White; de ole woman an' free chit-
len. I kin 'member de spot sante as if I
seed it yisterday. You go out ha'f way
to de fust tobacker-house, an' Glen you
turn to de left an' go clown to de branch
whar cle wimmen used to wash. Dar's fo'
trees on de odder bank, an' night under
'em is whar Gley is all buried. I kin see it!
I kin lead you right to de spot!"
"And what will you do when you get
there?" asked the stranger.
"Go up to de big house an' ax Mars
Preston to let me lib out all de rest of lay
days right der. I'ze old and all alone, an'
I want to be nigh my dead. Sorter com-
pany fur me when niy heart aches."
"Where were you robbed?"
"Out deals, dar, I reckon, in de crowd.
See? De pocket is all cut out. I'ze
dreamed an' pondered—I'ze had dis jour-
ney in my mind for yiars an' yiars, an'
now I'ze dun. been robbed an' can't go !"
He fell to crying, and the policeman
came forward in an officious manner.
"Stand back, six!" commanded the
stranger. "If you lay a hand on that
nigger Pll kill you! Now, gentlemen, you
have heard the story. I'm going to help
the olcl man back to die on the olcl plan-
tation and be buried alongside of his
dead."
"So am I!" called 20 men in chorus,
and within five minutes we had raised
enough to buy him a ticket and leave $50
to spare. And when he realized his luck
the old snow -haired black fell on his knees
in that crowd and prayed:
"Lord, I'ze been a believer in you all
my days, an' I now dun axes you to watch
ober dese yere white folks dat has be-
lieved in me and Helped me to go back to
de ole home."
And I do believe that nine -tenths of
that crowd had tears in their eyes as
the gateman called out the train for
Louisville.
No Light in the Window,
As the train sped along in the night,
with drowsy passengers outstretched upon
the seats, the conductor was observed fre-
quently peering out of the frosty window
into the darkness. The night was black,
and nothing could bo seen but a sheet of
snow over the shadowy landscape, and
yet the conductor shaded his eyes with
his two hands and held his face—a weary --
looking face it was, too—close to the
window pane.
"Looking to see if your girl is awake
yet?" inquired the inquisitive passenger,
with a coarse laugh.
The conductor looked around and shud-
dered as with husky voice he replied
simply:
And then the inquisitive passenger be-
came garrulous and familiar. He sat
down beside the conductor and poked hien
in the ribs as lie lightly said:
"Ah, I see. Going to get married and
quit the road. Going to marry a farmer's
daughter. 'Worth much?"
"She's worth a million to me."
Further remarks in a similar vein did
the passenger make, but the conductor
deigned no more replies. Suddenly the
whistle of the locomotive gave a long, low
moan, the conductor stuck his eyes still
closer to the window, seemed to fasten
his gaze upon some object in the darkness,
and then fell back in his seat with a cry
of despair upon his lips.
The passengers gathered round to in-
quire the nature of the trouble, when the
brakeman assisted his chief to rise and
led. him into the baggage car. The con-
ductor's face was as white as the snow
banks- which fringed the iron roadway,
and his eye was a look of tearless grief.
"Poor Sam," said the brakeman, upon
his return, "it's a bad night for frim.
Four weeks his little girl had been ill.
Night after night he was at her becl, but
then she got better and he came back to
his train. He arranged with his wife
that if all was well with the little ono
she'd display a lamp right in the window
of the sick room. The boys all knew it;
and every night we all looked for the
light almost as eagerly as Sam himself.
He lives by the side of the track back
here a few miles—and -night there was
no light in the window for Sam."
Conlin' 'I'hro' the Rye.
A pictorial published an illustration of
"Corrin' Thro' the Rye," and blundered
into what we presume is the popular mis-
conception of the ditty, giving a lacldio
and a lassie meeting and kissing in a field
of grain. The lines;
Ifua ladclf a meet a lassie
Coinll[ tlirO the rye,
and especially the other couplet:
A' the lads they smile on ine,
When corrin tiro' the rye,
seem to imply that traversing the rye
was an habitual or common thing; but
what in the name of the Royal A.gnieul-.
bural Society .could be the object of
trampling down a crop of grain in that
style? The song, perhaps, suggests a
harvest scene, where both sexes, as is the
custom,,. aro at work reaping, and where
they would come and go through the
fields, indeed, but not through the rye
itself, so as to meet and kiss in it. The
truth is, the rye in this ease is not grain
at all, it being the name of a small shal-
low stream, near Ayr, Scotland, which,
having neither bridge nor ferry, was
forded by the people going to and from
the market, custom allowing a lad to
steal a kiss from any lassof his acquaint-
ance whom he might meet in midstream.
That is the true explanation, anyone will
see,this who will refer to Burns' original
ballad, in which the first verse refers to
the lass wetting her clothes in the
stream:
Jenny is a' wet, puir Boddie;
Jenny's seldom dry
She clraglit a' her pettleoaties
Oomin' tire' the Rye.
CROSSING THE STREET.
How Some of the Fair Sex Pick Their
Way at Busy Centres.
Did you over watch women cross the
street ? There is the sweet young thing
who picks her way even though the stones
be swept bright and clean. Sho always
possesses small fent and wears pretty
shoos aucl smart gowns and has an appeal-
ing look in her eye when she starts over.
The policemen always help her, though
they know she needs no help and she
knows they know it. But that makes no
difference at all. The men always stop
on the curbing to see that she reaches her
destination all right.
Then there is the business young wo-
man, who plunges into the fray in awful
absentmindedness. Sometimes she picks
up her dress skirt, but she usually forgets
all about it, and her shoes are not new,
anyhow. The policemen know they
ought to help her, and she gives them
fearful shocks because they know she is
doomed to be run down some day and
and they only hope it will be on the next
fellow's crossing. It all comes of her
having her mind occupied. A woman
with an occupied mind is bound to upset
things.
And finally there is the poor little timid
woman who is deathly afraid of truck
horses and is shabbily dressed and liable
to heart disease. She gets across, any-
how, no one knows just how, because the
fiat two varieties take up all the atten-
tion.
NOT THE CASE.
Several Examples Furnished as Proof.
' I have often heard," said the man
with the black necktie, "that there is a
special providence that watches over
drunken mere. Their luck is proverbial.
They fall clown flights of stairs and coal
holes and the like and come up smiling,
They walk into canals and float about
until somebody rescues them. They can't
hurt. themselves, tradition says. Ilow-
ever, I have had occasion to test the
theory, and I scoff at it. I am a mocker.
There is nothing in it.
"Por instance, I knew a man once who
was an habitual drinker. He was full
most of the time. One day he went to
sleep on the side of the street. A coal
wagon came along. and the driver dumped
two tons of chestnut coal on him. Now,
according to the theory, that man should
have escaped unharmed. But he didn't.
No such luck. When they shoveled the
coal off hien they found him there fiat on
his back—''
"Dead, I suppose," broke in the man
with the bell-crowned high hat.
"No ; ho was alive enough as far as
that goes, but the weight of the coal had
broken a bottle that contained two of the
finest quarts of sour mash ever distilled.
" Then, there was another maxi I knew
who had the same failing. He got clrunk
because he couldn't help it. One day he
was coming up in the street in a very
wabbiy manner, and he walked by a store
that had its sidewalk trapdoors open Of
course, he fell in. IIe struck one of those
contrivances they have for sliding boxes
down, and leo shot into the middle of that
cellar as if he had been fired out of a
Krupp gun. He hit a crate of crockery—"
"Anel broke it and his leg, undoubt-
edly," broke in the young man with the
bell-crowned high hat again.
Tlie man with the black necktie shook
his head. "No," he replied, "not exact-
ly-, although I believe he diel spoil a few
dozen washbowls and pitchers. But that
cuts no figure either way. By the theory
he should have escaped unharmed. In-
stead, they hauled hila off to the police
court and be went to the penitentiary for
six months for attempted burglary.
" But that case wasn't a marker to my
own saddest experience. I'll admit that
on the afternoon I am speaking of I had
taken too much drink. I was hazy as to
my whereabouts. I wandered clown to
the docks. I haci no business there, that
was probably the reason why I was there.
I walked off into the water. Ncfw, by the
rule; I should have been rescued imme-
diately after I had. struck the water, I
wasn't though." here the man with the
black necktie stopped and sighed.
"What happened?" inquired the young
man with the bell-crowned hat, eagerly.
"Why, instead of going comfortably
into the water, which would have helped
sober me, 11 nothing else, I fell into one
of those infernal scows the ferry -boys
use. I wont to sleep, and that ferry -boy
didn't do a thing but row ale around the
harbor for six hears while I slept and
charge Me 88 an hour after I waked up."
'Measuring a Millionth of LL Degree.
Prof. Langley, at the Smithsonian In-
stitati.on, has brought his bolemeter to
a state of high perfection. This instru-
ment, in theory extremely simple, is a
fine wine through which a current, of elec-
tricity is kept !dowing. The resistance of
the war varies with the temperature, and.
hence thestrengthof the current also va-
ries. By measuring the Current, there -
lore, the temperature of the wire can be
ascertained. As is well known, Prof.
Langley has explored the invisible regions
of the solar spcetrum with this device,
proving by it that in them, as well as in
the luminous portions, fine absorption
lines exist. • In this and in other fields it
has easily taken a place as one of the most
valuable of existing instruments. In the
latest and most deicate form the wire is
1.500 inch wide and 1-5,000 inch thick,
and a difforcnco of temperature amount-
ing to 1-1,000,000 degree contigado can be
perceived.
In Bengal, India, there aro three har-
vests reaped every year, peas and oil seeds
in April, the early rice crop in September,
and the great rice .crop in .December.
FOR SABBATH READING,
CURRENT RELIGIOUS WALK,
Trite and 'Wise Selections of the Ablest
Men of the Day on Morality and Re-
ligion for Home Reading.
A Literary Cariosity, •
The following is one of the most remarkable
compositions we have met with. It evinces an
ingenuity of arrangement peculiarly its own.
Explanation ion r The initial capitals spell "My
boast is the Glorious Cross of Christ." The
words in small oaks, when read from top to bot-
tom, and bottom to top, form the Lord's Prayer
complete :
Blake known the Gospel truths, ou R Father king,
Yield up thy grace, dear FATHER, from. above,
Bless as with hearts when feelingly can sing :
" Our life thou AIM for -Lyra God of Love 1"
Assuage our grief iv' love FOR Christ, we pray,
Since the bright Prince of IlznvEN and O:LORY
died,
Took all our sins and HALLOWED THE display.
Infant BE-ing, first a man AND then was cruci-
fied.
Stupendous God : Tux grace and ;,POWER make
lmown;
In Jesus' NAME let all THE world rejoice.
Now labor in run heavenly Icinanon own,
That blessed IclNeron for thy saints THE
choice.
How vile to cons to thee is all our cry,
Enemies of Tux -self and all that's THINE,
Graceless our mu. live von vanity,
Loathing thy ne-ing, EVIL in design.
Oh God, thy will be nom mom earth to heaven ;
Reclining ox the Gospel let us live,
In .EAILTII from Mu eea.wa•:icecl and forgiven.
Oh AS thyself BUT teach us to forgive,
Unless ITS power 'rnaiiTArxoN doth destroy,
Sure is our fall INT° depths of woe,
Carnal ix mind, we've Noc a glimpse of joy
Raised against HEAVEN: in trs hope we can
flow.
O
owe us grace and LEAD 1.12 in thy ways ;
Shine on us with thy love and give us peace`
Self anti THIS sin that rise AGAINST us slay,
Oh, grant each DAx our TRESPASS may cease,
Forgive ma evil deecis'rus.r oft we do,
ColnViilee n8 DAILY Of THEM to Our shame.
Help US with heavculy BREAD, FORGIVE us too,
'Recurrent lusts, AND WE'LL adore thy name,
In thy Fonoxvz-ness we AS saints can die,
Since for us and our TRESPASSES So high,
Thy Son, OUR Saviour bled on Calvary.
RLLnL's Horn Humor.
Theology alone is a poor thing to take
into the pulpit,
Every life is a voice, speaking either
for Christ or against him.
Love is the only thing that can lighten
burdens by adding to them.
When you are willing to have all the
world put out of your heart God. will come
in.
The facts that a man wants more
knowledge is proof that he has some al-
ready.
The only man who really , succeeds is
the man who gets whore God wants him
to be and stays there.
When people find out that a man is
mean at home they don't care how good
he professes to be in church.
All any man needs to convince him
that there is a reality in religion is to
try to keep the ten commandments with-
out it.
The man who has a kind word for
everybody does more good than a surly
one could do with money.
Daniel Webster was once asked : "What
is the most important thought you ever
entertained ? " IIe replied : " The
thought of my individual responsibility
to God."
Nothing that is said is ever extin-
guished; nothing that is done ever ceases
its influence. Scientific men assert that
a blow once struck or a word once spoken
carries on its vibrations to the end, and
will repeat itself in the air till the judg-
ment day. And Scripture leads us to be-
lieve that it will at that day meet us
again, a memorial of the good or evil we
have clone.
Blessings are given not solely to make
people happy, but to make them useful.
Peter, James and John were specially
privileged among the disciples. The wit-
nessing of miraeles and of the transfigu-
ration was more than privileges, as it
was preparation for bettor service. The
plant that receives light and life will
make itself felt in blossom and fruit. The
diamond that receives the light so abund-
antly proves, by reflecting it, that it has
received it. 'Whomsoever God. blesses
becomes a blessing.
A little boy walked along a country
road ono dark night with his lather, and
carried the lantern. The black silence
all about 1nightened him. IIe said :
` Father, this light reaches such a very
little way I ant afraid." His father an-
swered : " True, my boy ; but if you walk
on the light will shine to the end of your
journey." There aro night tines in the
Christian's experience when God gives
his followers only enough light- to enable
them to take the next step. And that is
all that is needed. We may be sure of
one thing --the light will never go out.
If we walk on it will shin to the end of
the journey.
Th Hindoos are as particular about
:food being ceremonially " clean " and
served by proper persons as ever the Jews
were, when living strictly according to
the llth chapter of Leviticus. The very
shade* of a low caste man falling on the
prepared food of a high caste man 'will
pollute it. Tho Jews in all our large
cities in the United States purchase meat
prepared by Jewish butchers only. The
animal is specially selected free from
blemish as the Jewish law requires, and
then it is prepared by bleeding to death,
never by knocking it in. the head, as we
would a bullock. Jewish boarding-houses
and hotels are established also, in our
cities, that the Hebrews may obtain food
prepared according to Jewish usage, The
necessity of this may be seen when wo
remember that there are said to be 60,000
Jews in the city of Chicago alone.
What is the kingdom of God? , Every
kingdom has its ,products. Go down to
the river here and you will And ships
coling in with cotton—you know they
some from Amer/ea; you will find ships
with tea—you know they come from
China; ships with wool—you know they
come from Australia ; ships with coffee
you know they come from Java, What
comes from the kingdom of God? Turn
to Romans :. " The kingdom of •God is
righteousness, peace, joy." Righteous-
ness is just doing what is right. Any
boy who does what is right, who, instead
of being quarrelsome, lives at peace with
the other boys, and whose heart is tilled
with joy because he does what is right,
has the kingdom of God within him. You
can easily tell a house or a workshop or
an omee where the kingdom of God is
not ! The first thing you see is that the
" straight" thing is not always done.
Customers do not got fair play. You are
in danger of learning to cheat and to lie.
Or, if you find everybody sulky and ill-
tempered, some of the Hien not on speak-
ing terms with others, and the whole feel
of the place miserable and unhappy, the
kingdom of God is not there, for it is
peace and joy.
Men who condemn wrong will not have
an easy time in this world. Twenty-five
years ago the founder of a college for ne-
groes was hunted like a wild beast
through a region where all parties now
reverence him. William Lloyd Garrison
was nearly murdered by an infuriated
mob for championing the emancipation
of the slaves. Even the gentle poet
Whittier had his office sacked because he
pleaded for the freedom of the slaves.
Those who championed civil andreligious
liberty a few years ago paid for it with
their lives. Christ and his disciples and
the long line of martyrs were persecuted
and put to death for righteousness' sake.
Some years ago I went to see the light-
house on Dunnett Head. On ascending
the tower I observed the thick plate glass
windows of the lantern cracked in a num-
ber of places. This is done by stones
flung up by the sea, The wave strikes
with such force as to hurl the loose stones
to a height of 800 feet. So the elevation
and exposure of great light -bearers ren-
der them liable to attacks from the
world.
There is a story told of a little beggar
buy who was found one morning lying
asleep upon a pile of lumber, where he
had passed the night. A laboring man
passing by on his way to work, touched
with a spirit of kindness, stopped, and,
opening his dinner pail, laid beside the
sleeping boy a portion of the good things
in it, and then went on. A man, stand-
ing not far off, saw the kindly aet, and,
crossing over to where the boy lay, drop-
ped a silver half -dollar near the sand-
wich the laborer had left. Soon a child
came running over with a pair of shoes ;
and thus the good work went on, one
bringing some clothing and another some-
thing else. By -and -bye the boy awoke,
and, when he saw the gifts spread around
him, he broke down, and burying his
face in his hands, wept tears of thankful-
ness. Thus did one kind deed inspire
others to acts of kindness and sow the
seed of much happiness.
Love takes the element of compulsion
out of our life -work ; it takes the idea
due out of duty ; it transforms command-
ments into inspirations. We cheerfully
minister to those to whom we are bound
by ties of strong and tender love. Hard-
ships are light for love to bear. Love of-
ten seems like a fine ether that bathes
and penetrates all our life, a breath of
God which surrounds us and imparts
sweetness to existence. We gain some
feeling of the preciousness- of this subtle
element when we see an apparently love-
less life—a soul that seems to dwell in the
isolation and banishment of selfishness.
Bat love ! that is the synonym of all the
happy friendships, the mutual services
and the helpful sympathies which make
life sweet to live.
The following conversation is given as
having occurred between a plain-spoken
S cotchwoman and her pastor : " Good
morning, Janet. I am sorry to hear you
didn't like my preaching oxi Sunday.
What was the reason ?" Janet—" I had
three versa guid reasons, sir. Firstly, yo
read the sermon; second, ye didua' read
it welt; and, thirdly, it wasna' worth.
readin' at a' !"
Cracked a Joke in the Pulpit but
Didn't Know It.
A popular Hibernian divine, for many
years ineuxnl.:ent of a well-known church
in the Irish capital, had contracted the
somewhat peculiar habit of addressing his
hearers as "Dear Dublin souls."
One Sunday it was arranged that he
should exchange pulpits with a brother
clergyman at Cork. Alt went well till
the worthy man, waxing earnest, exclaim-
ed (relating to sumetbu:;; which had gone
before) :
Let me entreat of you never for one
moment to forget this great truth, dear
Dublin souls --I mean dear Cork souls !"
Fortunately, the reverend gentleman
was so carried away by his enthusiasm
that he failed to observe the senile which
flitted on the countenanee of nearly every
Member of his congregation.
When E3aby was siek, we gave hor Castoria.
When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria.
when she became Miss, she clung to Castoria,
When she had Children, she gave them Castoria.
John Areiior, agea nti, of Peterboro',
was drowned near that town Monday by
the upsetting of a canoe,
W. T. Samuel & Co., hatters and fur-
riers, Montreal, have assigned, The Has
bilities are over 865,000.
KENDALL'S.
SPAVIN CURE
THE
MOST SUCCESSFUL REMEDY
FOR MAN OR BEAST.
Certain in its effects and never blisters.
Read proofs below:
KENDALL'S SPANN CURE.
BLvzronis, L. L, N.Y., Jan. 15,180&.
Dr. 13,. J. SENDALL 00.
Gsn5leme11,-1 bought a splendid bay horse some
time ago with a Spavin. Igothlmfor$80. I used
IfenderPs Spavin Cure. The Spavin is gone now
and I have been offered 5150 for the same horse.
I only had him nine weeks, so T got 5120 for using
52 worth of 1{endall's Spavin Cure.
Yours truly, W. S.112Ansa=N.
KENDALL'S SPAWN CURE
Sm.ELBr, Mics., Dec. 16,1898.
Dr. B. J. SENDALL Clo.
,Sirs—I have used your Kendall's Spavin Cure
with good success for Curbs on two horses and
it is the best Liniment I have ever used.
Yours truly, AvousTFazDEmes.
Prleo $1 per Bettie.
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