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In mine eyes she is the sweetest lady
that I ever leaked on."
1arC8 Aro ABUT serum.
to rashness, but a flirt, a tnarrlea co-
quette—no ! Do not look at ole with
such fiery eyes, child. I am sorry for
you—I mean this for your own good.
You are unhappy --I see that, and I re•
gret it. I urate seem stern to you. 1
cannot pet you as your grandmother
used, but I like you -yes, I honestly
like you, and believe, with judicious
traiumg, you have it in you to be a
noble weanan, au excellent wife."
Dolores laughs, a sad. incredulous.
little laugh enough. "Meek you, Miss
Dorothy. And thin is your idea of
judicious training. Well such A wretch
as I toil should be thankful for even
swill mercies, Anti you like me ! Now,
I eottfeee, " with a second short, bitter
laugh, •' 14130u141 never have found that
out. If I aro not in love with this
flashing auti dangerona heavy dr,eltiou,
where is the guilt of an aceideutal
meeting ?"
,•'CLOY are not aceideutal, Lally Val-
entine," solemnly; " no, do not firer up
egafn—lu•nr No out—on his part 1
DIME. You aro not in lore with him,
but he fell in love with you the iirt+t
time he ever haw von."
" Indeed "" utero is something Flo sot?-
denly fully in the grim I)orothy'sleer-
s ica.city On this t:ntler 1`oiut, that
s iambi outright through the pas„
b orate tears that lilt her eyes.
" You have au eagle elan re. Mica
Valeutiue,"
I Bayle." with iucreaseti t;olen.nity;
,• I wtia't,clEs1 him that eveeieg. Ile
looked at ,you, and at no one but you,
from the ruunneut you carne into the
room. Ile left Camilla Ronth, and
lingered by your eider, like the moat de.
voted lover. all the rest of the tinno."
" Alt 1•' exclaims Dolores, "now we
come to the heats and front of my of.
fending ! Ile" deeerted Camille Routh
for nu• Yes. and I meant that he
ehotnlcl ! Her motto i(i 'Slay, and spam
not made it mine for that onco.
And I won, Miss Va}cutin. There
would have been no fault found if I
had farted --if tiles Routh could have
kept her captive."
That is beside the question. Cam-
illa Routh is Bingle—you are a married
"lidosr:" iiil hs Dolores:, tinder her
breath, but tl1.e other hears.
" not male me think you wicked
as well as weak," she says, handily.
" You are married; you have nothing to
do with Colonel Deering, or auy outer
pian. Yon will be talked about—you
are being talked about already. My
brother has not yet overheard—you can
'melee how he will ftre1 wilco lie does."
••sit! I can imagine. I have seen Sir
Vane in most of lus moods and tenses.
Does it ever occur to hien—to you—that
I may feel too ? I am not in love with
your 1 rather," cries Dolores, new utterly
and altogether reckless, " but I am his
wife. 1)o you think his very pronounced
devotion to 'liss Routh is an edifying
or agreeable sight ? Miss ssValentine
winces --rho ground is suddenly cut
away from under her feet. She takes off
her spectacles, and wipes thorn, and.
clears her throat, and is silent. "You
say 'nothing, Miss Dorothy. Yon do !
well. It is a poor rule that will not
work both ways. But I have nothing to
do with that. You may mean well -1
kindly—I do not know. This I will say.
I met Colonel Deering first in my hus. I
band's house. I infer then he is a
gentleman, and I may know him. I
have met him in my daily rides, purely
by accident, on my part at least, and he
has been agreeable and courteous as,
. any gcutleitnan may be to his friend's
wife—no more. I am no coquette, I
never will be, please Heaven—uot for
your brother's sake, understand, Miss
Valentine—for my own. And now what
is it you will have me do ? Give up my
daily ride altogether ? I will do it if
you say so."
" I think it will be well, for the pre-
sent," responds Miss Valentine, more
softly. " Caesar's wife should be—"
" Oh!" cries impatient Dolores, "" do
not quote that, I beg 1 Caesar's wife 1
If she was not above reproach for her
own womanly pride's sane, for her own
soul's sake, why should she be for
Caesar, or any other man ? No doubt
Caesar amused himself well in his own
way. Had he a cousin, I wonder, with
green eves, like a cat? Is nay lecture
over, Muss Valentine ?" wearily.;'"" there
is the'. sweet Camilla beaming on us
through the window; in Indit muslin
and pink ribbons. Colonel Deering
comes to breakfast, by the bye, does he
not? If you have quite said year say.
I will go in."
You are a strange young woman,
Dolores," says Miss 'Valentine,looking
at the flushed, fair face, more in sorow
than in anger. "I think it is a pity you
married Vane."
" So do I. Ohl Mort Dieu!" the girl
cries out, clasping her ,hand's with sod
den passionate despair. " So' do I. A
p
it , a Pit a i 1"
"What I meals;"says Miss Dorothy,
half alarmed, half angered, ":that there
is an—hem—incompatibility of temper,
of age, of thou ht, of—"
" Heart, soul, mind—yes, everything.
It has been a deadly, desperate mistake
--etteteshould know that better than I ?
Here is your bete noir coming, Miss Val-
entine, winging, t. o, as though no guilty
passion for a marled woman consumed
him. Until we meet at table, then, au
reeoir. 1. #iy before , the wolf. She
laughs as she goes. Colonel Deering,
1 sauntering up the path, switching the
flowers, and singing to himself as he
e
with the amber hair, and grout i y
Valentine hlocking up the path .. >
other dragon, guarding an enchan
and enchanting princess. Ile Srna
himself and uplifts his fine toner voice
for Miss Dorothy"s benefit. These are,
to Miss Dorothy's suspicious ears, the
ai,sister words he sings ;
1 will gather thee: be eried,
'Rosebud. brightly blowing:
"Then i'11 sting thee: it replied,
• ind ?'on% q�uickly start aside,
lyite toe prickle glowing,
]lis obud, rosebud. rosebud. red.
Rosebud brightly blowing.'
"Howw tlo YOU. do, Miss Valentine,"
says this audacious dragoon, cheerily.
"I am not behind time, I hope ? You
look as if von night be waiting." Ile
takes off leis hat, bows to Miss itoltth at
her window, and goes with Miss V alen-
tine into the house. Everything that
h there's of tate most chilling and austere
is Miss i-alentiue"s greeting, but Miss
Routh ample makes up for all that, by
the waruith and cordiality of hers. Sir
Vane, too. seems a shade less sour tlu►u.
usual, which fact is accounted for by
soiue letters lying clear his plate, inform-
ing Iiini of a marked increase in the
yield of certain Cornish coal -mines that
have been rather ungrexhnctive lately'.
" 1 milt nit down to Fliutl'arrow," he
Rays. "anti nee abeut it, presently. A ,
little fortune lies iu these iuuies,
properly worked. 1:Sian atteud to it ab
once."
" Not quite at once, I hope, Sane,•,
says (Nutslla, "there is Lady ll:+tlter-
ripe"„ hill tu•nu'rrow night. You roust •
cwt lilies that."
"I don't greatly care for ballet still,
as we have a.eepted--yes, I w:11 stay.
and run flown the following day. I inay
" be detained mime time in Cornwall;" i
taking up his letters again. " C'liallouer
speaks glowingly of what ean bo done,
with very little expeuditurc, too."
"I petition fere to -morrow night's first
waltzes, now," says the colonel.. "'lias
Booth,youhave already promised. Lady
saunters, seesthe white item
V ideatine--^—"
" I am not sure that I shall go," iu•
differently.
"Not go?" Sir Vane looks sharpie up.
"And offeud Lady Ratherripe ! Non -
wise, Delores. Certainly you wiU go."
"Then I may entreat-•'—"
"1 ~:ball not dance," brusquely; "" ate
least, I do net think I shall. Anil I
never pledge my self ahead of time. 1'uto
dark, bright eyes look acrosin anti regard
her for at moment. Something wwroug,
he sees. Have these confounded old
maids beea itagginr at her :' They Lout
look as if they could nag with a vena
geance, be ,rove 1 She must Ratti the
euce and all of a life in this dull old
house, with these three old wwouten 1
Poor girl l --what a, caning of pearls be. °
fore swine, when she was given to this
latter-day Othello. And the dry, elderly
Aril; is in love with this ntiddle-agcti,
suujicring, insipid Mint Routh.
In tlus dieruspietfui way (toes the
gallant colonel stigmatize the blonde
Camilla and the digniiletl baronet. He
has decidedly lost his head over Sir
Vane's fair gsib ritle, but lie I. s€list"
enough to leave her alone just now, and
devote himself to Miss Routh. He will
sleet her at the ball, and have these
waltzes, or fail whore he wishes to win
for the first time.
The night comes. Sir Vane and Lady
Valentine there.
aroAnd Dolores
e is
lovely. Slio wears white taffetas, em-
broidered in silver, diamonds and lilies
of the valley in her hair, a collar of
diamnntis, with a great star -like pendant,
claeping the slender throat, lilies of the
^valley avorywhore about her. She is a
glittering, bride -like figure,looldng almost
unreal in her extreme fairness and
translucent robes.
People stand, and look, and admire—
audibly even.; introductions are de-
manded. She is a bride and a beauty,
and, beyond compare, the fairest of all
the fair women in the rooms. There is
something almost dramatic about this
dazzling last appearance—it is corn-
mented on afterward. For it is the last
time—the first for many, the very last
time for all, that they ever see her thus.
She has flashed upon them like a meteor,
to vanish after into outer darkness and
be seen no more !
Some feeling—not of course that it
will be so, but some instinct that it will
be well to take the goods that the
gods provide and enjoy 'herself, if she
can, comes to her as she stands here,
the centre of many eyes. She has not
desired to come, her husband has angrily
1 insisted; she has not wished to dance,
lc
the day, the tar.'" Colonel Deerin ;'tn
pretty, fair -hatred girl on ordinary oc-
casions; she is a beauty tonight And
Colonel :Deering's infatuation is dis-
ttine ..., eeent—is atr {ons ! He takes
to , "•• it; l i5tks out of his
,d1. h e orld to read.
together. :incl to be regio-
nd she 1io t l'alne
She looks round for VaIQ; 113 is fust
quitting the ball -room, w!tit Catr;,lla
Routh on his arm. A Aid Camilla Routh',
face wears a look Dorothy Valentine
knows very well, and has quailed before
very often, strong-minded vestal' that
she .often,
green eyes burn with a
baleful glow ; jealousy, hatred, rage—
many evil passions look out of them as
they glitter on her cousin's wife. His
two duty dances over, Colonel Deering
has not Once coxae near her, and even
during those dutydances his eyes were
with his Heart, following his neighbor's
wife. And Mises Routh's impotent
jealous fury is not to be put in words.
Take ince out of this room, 1� ane."
site says, almost in a gasp, " I stifle in
it Take xne out of the sight of your
wife."
"" A'ly wife is nothere,"" says Sir Vane,
looking round.
"Nor Algernon Deering!"' she cries,
with repressed passion. "" No doubt
they aro happy somewhere together.
Tele) tui out ou the baleany •the heat
here is nue+tuTiaable. '
Ile does as he la told—together they
go out on the balcouy. The ball•roonu
windows give ou it, and they mend
under the stars, the cool wind of the
May night blowing upon them, tall pot*
of dowering shrubs on every hand.
Yen will catch cold," he says ; " 1. will
go att.l 1;et you a wrap."
t, I wish.'" she aar,wers, between her
set teeth, "" I could catch rely, death
' ul thein alive -� a nti .erable,
neglected, diseppp�ointed wotaEU !"
Sir 'aue stands silent. Ire has beeu
through this sort of thing before, and
ti does hot like it. " what is the matter
with you Camille?" he asks, sulkily.
able repulsion. "bio; not et. heave1111 0
me alone, Colonel Deering, }Tike it best `�
here,'" There is that in imr face that }
compels him to obey- #;<"e goes, but , THEI�PA; 1F
reluctantly, ly; and picking back.
Of all the unuu arable asset; it has ever
been his fortune -to meet, commend him.
to this pig -heeded, baronet, be thinks.
The music of the Strauss waltz floats to
her—a sigh in its gay sweetness. She ,
e stands alone, and looks out at the stars,
at the tall plants, at the balcorty, dee-
sorted now. A marble goddess is beside
her; the chill, pale gleam of the stone
face is scarcely stiller or paler than the
living one, She has heard the whole
truth—at last!
"W }tat is wrong stow ?"
1„
a Ido you assts • sine cries, �auting
""you, for wbonn I have wasted my life,
for whose sake I have grown iuto what
your if n aliens bort 1 a o--
e sat cells t ala
old nlaitl i"" He stands with folded arms,
and gazes moodily before bb n at the
dark, star -lit stretch of garden and
lawn. "Yon are but a poor creature,
*die all SiF Z'al t• " Y
r . it � ane en ane , ou
ordered this woman toga, and she active
you to your face—rhe aud your wife!
She is at Vali:utiue) still, and mteaus to
stay--`---"
"" She shall not stay," sn!lonly, "" the
wviU t;o. I have said it, au't T kaop any
t Word."
"And tonight," goes on Mies Routh.
still in that tense tone of 'd" rce anger,
"did you wwatchyour wwifeto eight? She
has been with Colouel Deering the whole
: oveuiug; her conduct hes hem sesudal-
ons -you hear ? - :sc:.nclaluw l For me
—but what does it matter for toe? I
° gave up any gielhooa1-any youth. to
gSvaiting for you. You were my lover;
, yon were to return to learry inc
he has irritably told Iter not to be an
idiot, not to attract attention, to do as
others do. Very well—she will take
him at his word. It is a wife's duty to
obey. Colonel Deering scribbles his
name on her tablets xaany times—there
are dozens of aspirants—she might dance
every dance three times over if she
chose.
Sho is only a girl, and tho music sets
every young nerve tingling. Colonel
Deering is past -master of the art of
waltzing, and she floats like a fairy or a
French girt. She oats—a dazzling
creature—all silvery taffetas, hashing
diamonds, fragrant Blies, golden hair,
and blue, blue eyes. Colonel Deering is
not the only roan conquered to -might ;
she might count almost as many, cap-
tives as names on her tablets. But she
thinks nothing, about it, or thorn ; they
are her partners in ,the dance, ono tho
same as another. Life holds some
bright moments still, when ono may
laugh hurl forget," even though it be
spoiled as a whole.
Tho Valentine ladies are all .thrive
there, the stony Dorothy as Medusa-
' like as ever, looking grimly at all this
foolish'. gyrating disapprovingly through
her spectacles. She disapproves of her
sister-in-law most of all, of this glamour,
this ;dazzle of uncanny beauty, this
flashing sort of radiance fit to turn the
heads of all Glebe frivolous men. What
does she mean by it ? She, is only a
I made inc swear—almost—to be true to
'you. And I kept my word --fool, fool
that I was 1 How did, you keep yours.
Vane Valentine 2 Yesu returned with a
bride of nineteen, anti Land my years of
weary waiting were i rgotteu--forgottiat
—for ()ewe 1"
-Not forgotten, Comilla—never for -
ottani. By eny sacred honor, no I
ovetl you then—only you! I love you
still—you alone! She us younger, fairer,
itmay•be,than u not t n you, but u t tumy eyes
I swear it! You aro tho ono woman
in all the world I have ever wished for
my own! You know why I married her
' —why I was forced to marry her, with
1 no love ou either side. By all my hopes,
` if I were free tonight, I would marry
you to•inorrow l"
There is no one to hear this impas-
sioned speech; they stand quite alone on
the balcony—this modern, middle-aged
Romeo and Juliet—with the peaceful
stars looking down, and the tall acacias
and syringes screening there. Cautious
even in her excess, Miss Routh looks
round to make sure. But though Miss
Routh"s eyes are as sharp, as that of any
other cat in the dark, they cannot
pierce the satin draperies of the open
French window, where, enjoying the cool
freshnessof the night, a lady and gentle-
man stand. And the gentleman is Colonel
Deering, and the lady is, Dolores—Lady
Valentine.
They le ar evary word; they see
Camilla Mouth drawn„ half reluctant,
half yielding, into a quick embrace. .I. hey
have bad no time to fly, it has all
been so rapid. Colonel Deering starts
up, honestly shocked for her sake. For
her—is she in. a trance of white Horror,
that she stands frozen here, looking,
and, for the moment, feeling absolutely
unable to stir. " Theyo are tinee when
I hate Iter," Wane Valentine is saying,
and no ono can hear his stridcut voice
and disbelieve, " since she stands be-
tween ine and you. Ilove you, Camilla!
I could not bear my Iifo if T last you L"
" Shall we go, Lady Valentino?" says
Colonel Deering in a sinotheeetl voice.
It is growing too much for even hint.
and the stone=white face of iiia' colli-.
panion frightens him. He touches the
gloved hand on his arm, and it is like
leo. Sho does not seem to hear him ;
she looks as though she were stuunerl
into a trance by the atrocious words
that fall on her ear. " Lady Valentino,"
he gently repeats, and draws her with
him back from the window.
The motion awakes her ; she looks at
him with two dull, blind eyes --eyes that
see, but, for the moment, do not seem to
know his face°
" Shall we go back, Lady .Valentine ?"
he asks, still very gently, motioning to-
ward the brilliant ball -room. And then
she seems to come back with a shook
from that stunned torpor into which her
husband's brutal words have struck her.
" Do come," he says, uneasily; ?' you
are cold ;; you are whiter than your
dress." .
"Come ?" she repeats; " where ? Oh,
back there," with a gesture of indescrib•
CHAPTER NXXIli.
"men ore WE ARE, Err HEART AND X."
It is the afternoon of another day--
two' days later. My lady's carriage
N kraits before the stately portico of "%Tenor .4, 1:M=ID.
Videutine, and my lath' herself, is sills 1
. _, . , Vi uiaa,i,p,noe,Q.•..rtae, ere„ataaoreCw>tite.w a,hire,cOnlle�(1ow774tlie�]roRdSt(Ri9Ote�, C,�tro�e"i".+.i.ii",r+�.+trc",,ta "teitcgte]Yupdnwt.
et an, in a stiff, rustling moire of melan.
, vilely, dead -leaf tint, and all three enter
the carriage. S boxes and parcel.*
are stowed ewa�isa Routh'~ maid
assceuds the rumble, and Min Routh is
to a state to be `best tloscribed by the
undignified word "fuss,'" lest any of her
l belongings be left behind.
P�"Axe pyo sure everyttlp'ng is here,.
rt]ett • toher maid; aro you cer-
j taiu the gray wig, the apron, the shoes,
axe all packed? I suppose your maid
has attended to all your things, I•atdy
Valentine?" rather •sharply, "" She
looks stupid enough to have forgotten ;
and it will be rather awkward at the
last moment any necessary article as
n
iox.,atten, You are not asleep, I Bolla,
more sharply still,
s ”" I am. not asleep, Miss Routh; I hear.
I presume Jemima baa attended. I have
oat looked. I dare" say the drew and
i adjuucts axe all right," She answers
coldly ; she does not look at Miss Routh
�: asushe h}>E ai".. she (lies uot look at Sir
Vaue, sstauduig, hat iu Baud, ou the steps.
She looka out attic opposite window so
'listlessly as to give :'.liss Routh some
grounds for leer query whether »be is
asleep.
Ael you really will net come. Vaneli"
"Camilla i:ays, •"`Ve�U, of course, if you
Must hurry down to Cornwall, you must.
Realness before pleasure, I suppose,
though it Le an ealtau* motto, anti one
you need never eubseribe to. It beetny
a pity to toilet the private theatricals,
acid not to ee Lady Valentine as the
"peerless Pauline. G'ololel Deering. will
})tate the tare -~:truck lfelnott(w ,ren auvur",
i no doubt. Love -reeling ing under false
oolors is rather in hie line, on the stage
you
off. Well, gon 1.byc; I shall write
Leidy oill and Lyons and detailed
erga ngsuou "f the
"' (lots i.1iye, Brother Vane," s,stysi,
austerely, Miss Dorothy. "Do not over.
work yourself about th'oso nines. When
may we expect you house ?"
1 "Do not know—not for weeks, it may
I Shall expect an exhaustive detail
of all that goes on, Camilla." ' He
flatlet% at his, wvife a s he slays it. "" Good.
o Good -by,"" Miss Routh and Miss
Valentine simultaneously answer. His
wife alone sits silent. She bows slightly
in Adieu, but even this without lifting
r to his face.
her eveshis
"" lltlmph!'" says ,hiss Valentino,
sharply, "" you do not bid yonr husband
farewell, Lady Valentine."" She makes
no motion, nu answer. Sho night be
deaf as she sits there, for all sign she
gives. She• is pale; dark shadows en-
circle her eyes; those blue oyes look
singularly large and sombre in her small,
colorless face. ""Humph 1" says Miss
Valentino again, and glances at Camilla
Routh. Something is wrong, very wrong,
growing more and more wrong every
ddaay, andvety likely Cousin Camilla is
at the bottom of it. Her thin lips wear
a faint smile set this moment that
Dorothy Valentine knows of old, and
distrusts.. She gives it up, and the trio
sit in perfect silence, while the carriage
bowls over the highroad in the direction
of Broughton Hall.
Broughton Hall, the family seat,
where boyish Harry Broughton reigns
lord of the land, is eleven miles from the
manor -house, and is at present in a
state of internal commotion over sundry
private theatricals, to come off present-
ly, under the auspices of Mrs. Broughton
and Colonel Deering. Tho " Lady of
Lyons" is, as usual, the play to be done,
and Lady Valentine has been chosen by
acclaim as the Pauline of the piece.
Whether she possesses the slightest his-
trionic ability is altogether a secondary
matter—she is the prettiest woman irn
the country, she is a bride and a stran-
ger, and young Harry Broughton was
beside himself with love for her ever
since he saw her first—three incontro-
vertible reasons. He burns to play the
Claude to,; her Pauline, but extreme
Youth, a bad•1nomory, and some boyish
•diifdencey stand;;"in his way. Colonel
Deering, an old hand at the business,
hind troubled with.none of these draw-
backs, does �laude, instead. '
Of course the usual trouble and heart-
• burnings have obtained over the cast,.
bat a11is settled, more or less satisfac-
torily, the rehearsals are well over, and
to -night is' the night big with fate. Tho
ladies of Manor Valentine are not to re-
turn until to -morrow. The drama is to
bo followed by a Glance. Miss Routh
has been cast for.the Widow Melnotte,
which part she intends to dress in pearl.
gray silk, and a point-lace'cap ' and
apron—not exactly perhaps in keeping
with that elderly person's station in
life, but decidedly' becoming to Miss
Routh. And it will enable her to keep a.
watchful eye upon the fascinating
Claude and the too -trusting Pauline.
The eleven miles are done in profound
silence—three Carmelite nuns vowed to
life-long speechlessness could not have
Miss Mouth fellows, :Hiss. Valeutiue last ; i„ratty,te the Clem** t5'eu. whxelt tbei rewade.
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use of alcohol or tobacco. wwakefulttar.3leata;
])epre.. len , Softening of the brain. result lug iu
Insanity and leading to misery, decay and,
+loath, Prisuatnre (t]dAge, Itarremiess, Los•
of Powerin eithet sex,invotuutary Losses and;
tiperutatnrrinea„ouns,tit by ovor•exercion of the I
bxato, aelf•tt4luse and overindulgence. One
boxwiilenreereeeabrn.e,. ];aalibox OOutaius
one umouth"etreatnteni. Ono dollar a box, or
,iixboxes tor Ave dollars; sent by mail prepaid*
of tees tt , r •C
1 it t 1,e We rt
r as a ltueNlxbox s
Cure a.+y CAwei %Veit e,M1i otdrr boxes
six hONDoeaectntp,uiett with five dears, wt.,
to lrlestoid,l tthe pturOclaiirtrirtwrittteu gu,laranoet
efentn0.01110e. thutorgaltt.(0 nura,t0we3byJnv.
BR()wyNIN(i, Sole Anent for 5xeter.C,ntario
TO alt CONTINUED
AYER'S PILLS.
A large- proportion of the diseases which
cause human suffering result from derange-•
anent oil the. stomach, bowels, and liter.
.iSinn's CATHAnTIc PILLS set directly upon.
these organs, and' aro especially desigucd.to.
••
caro the
diseases caused by their dtr:uhge-
moat, htelutliag Constipation, Indiges-
tion, Dyspe,tsi-t, 11.retatche, Dysentery.
and a. holt of ober ut•wtuts, for nik et
which they aro a s :fc, sure, prompt,. and
pleasant reinel.y, '1 hP t N4.14 "r•, int t'1 t er
PILLS by en,intnt 1 :•,: '••• T .lo r t,1.•1 r, t..4-
tleo, sit•, r3 r::•-••'•.t•1)"tb:y th, t:' r I. iu
whiclb they ate n,..l by the
eon..
Theft Pit. '.: 11:3 ^ •1 of ra•,.et-r'.s
aub.41' 3;t)H I • 1 .• i-n:n
calemelor any u '11L 1Lti•,,.tl It., •.i. .w..
A Sufferer from IIe nt1acb' qua. t•.:
"Avrat's PILLS Are intnittt ,de rr-1
aro my constant ecii p'luinn• 1 teen
a severe sutl'cror irom IIenorclo•• xr t 7,0131
PILLS are the only tl,?, g 1 t-.rr• t•,
for relief. Ono dose r;•.il , L:P,.i ; ex,n,• nn•
bowels and free my lead t••.n: 3.1r.. ':111, 1
aro the must 0:1011.n•, a1.•1 IT:.•,..:•i•-, 11"
I11Ave over found. 11 1:: a p:• • ..,n :• t
speak in their pr:,.t.t•, autt I towels ,,u ,o
when occasion olio"
W. L. 1' tt t 1.f wr. 3 . 1 r'•-� s ••• »:
Franklin St., 1 to ,,.u..,1,11., N e:.t
"I bavo used Arrtc s i'n.t. x in ,,nob;
less instances as recuum.. :Win! by ;.rn, h t t
have Bever known them 0. tai; 0.:rot a, . .It
the desired result. We e,. h t u• i r. , 1 •
Olt band at onr home, alt t a t:.• 0• •
and
pleasant, safe, d reliab t 1,. r > 1. .:...c.
pleasant, DYSPEPSIA they are it.t :.• •••
T.
Nelda, Texas, June 17,1882.
The ItEY.- FRANCIS it. Il tr.r n t'r, ;•-1,1,•••••
from Atlanta Ga., says: "Yoe st•..., r3
past I have Atlanta, subject to em. ,.i': , • 0,
from which, in spite of the nsc ,1 1 , .t-
enes of various kinds, I Surilrotl i, a. In•*
inconvenience, until some luefltilb : t o
began_ taking Aian'S PILLS. 1't t \ h .:' )
entirely corrected the costive 10.1.!1, .1
have vastly improved my general health."
AYEn's CAVIANTr= PILLS correct irregu-
larities of the bowels, stimulate the al pe.
tits and digestion, and by their prompt and
thorough action give tone and vtgur to •th
whole physical economy.
PitrAtttl) BY
Dr. J. C. Ayer&Co., Loweil, Mas
Sold by ail Druggists.
YOUNG,
OLD, AND
MIDDLE=
,All experience' the womk,rfu
beneficial effects of
Ayer's Sarsaparill
Children with Sore Eyes, So
AGED. Fars, or any scrofulous 01 syp
Sitio taint may be made healthy and str
by its use.
Sold by all Druggists ; 01, six bottles for iI