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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1892-8-4, Page 2e --- Th e SpWOW. Hai twine 111.1i1cl1etowu (Ne Ya Times, The folloWing verses composed by the late Mrs. Baseline Tooker in lean wore found by her husband, Mr. S, S. Tooker, of Highlavene, among the oonteats of a scoretary : The line to Heaven by Chriet was made Witt:Heavenly truth. the mils are load ; From earth to Heaven the line extends— To llfe etoraal, where it euds, Repentance is the station then 'Where passeegere are taken in ; No fee for them is there to pay, asor Jesus is Himself the way. The Bible then is engieeer, Though it points the way to Heaven so clear, Through Luellen dark and dreary here It does bee way to glory steer, God's love the fire, His truth the atom Which draws the enable and the train ; All you who would to, glory ride Must come to Christ, in Him abine. The first and second and third class, Repentance, faith and, holiness You must the wet- to glory gain; Or you with Christ will iever reign. Come, then, poor shiners, now's the time At any place upon the lino ; If you repent and turn, from sin, , The train will step and take you in. A CITY BOARDER. Siirsli.einIlweiantukelpre,yhi.,k ,,IL:1.001 ahtnheder well,forcii..--i-ki HE'S g take . a little exer- of and ng down the road, he saw a smart, strange figure stroll- ing along by the wayside. "Oh, she is, is she ?" reeponded the fernier, dryly, He loosened the wind- lass and dropped the bucket down lure the cool depths as he answered. ".And she's rigged out to kill in a Sprigged musliu, jest covered with lace . rufilin ," went on his wife, with an aggra- vated envy which only a woman could feel; "and ribbons, my ! no end of 'em'and a big Leghorn hat, loaded down withflowera, and a white paiesol. If she wears them things common, what can she have for meetina Jabez ?" Whatever wise opinion Jabez may have entertained it was lost to the world, being uttered inarticulately from the bottom of a large tin dipper. White shoes and stookin's too, and a pink silk petticoat. My land, what are take cominto? I read a piece in the paper the other day sayin' they was fash'nable, but I never e'posed 'ewes any- thing but newspaper talk. Her father must be pretty well off. She thought mebbe she'd walk up on the hill to see the view. She says she's dreadful fond of nature." "Humph !" Farmer Hinkley mopped his . fevered brow. "Wal, it's lucky she's fond of it, for that's about all there is goin' on round here. She wants to learn to milk." His great ;sunburned face shone with amusement, and he winked one blue eye under the shaggy brow that half hid it. "1 guess rii learn her with Spoty." "Ain't Spotty the one that kicks so?" Her husband nodded. "Wal, you sha'n't do no such thing, Jabez Hinkley. Ain't you ashamed of yourself? She's real pretty spoken, and I sha'n't have no tricks played on her while she stays here. My ! I guess if there ain't nothing wuss about folks than their bein' dressy, they'll have to fill up the aisles in heaven with -lamp cheire to git 'em all in. 23 "Wal, I'm goin' back. I geese we shall git that hay in this mornin'. I want to hurry 'ene up so as to take hold of the ten - acre lot to -morrow. You be sure and ring the dinner -bell good and loud so's I shall hear it." "You come in right off when I ring an' clean up a little. You ain't goin' to set down to the table in your shirt sleeves, now we've got boarders." If Jabez Hinkley had been born in Paris he would have shrugged his shoulders as he walked oft But as the only world he had ever looked upon was up among the New Hampshire hills, the only expression he gave to his feelings upon the subject of dressing for dinner was to jam his dilapi- dated straw hat down firmly on his head and hitch uphis trousers before he made his way out again into the broiling sunshine of the July day. Mrs. Hinkley forgot all about her pies in the oven. A deeper feminine note than her housekeeping pride had been touched, and she stood under the big elm by the well, gazing off persistently upon the stretch of yellow road that wound past the farm gate and up Buzzard's hill. A turning had hid the solitary walker momentarily from sight, but presently the figure ap- peared again,relieved jauntily against the sky, with the white parasol like a nimbus round its head. There was a coquettish worldly air about its eleader height, suggesting forcibly the Newport Casino or the beach atNarraganset Pier orthe Fish Pond at 'Redick's, and a graceful ease in its languid gait which could only have been acquired on city pavement!. But these were lost upon the observer, whose eyes rested hungrily upon the crisp white gown inveated with the indescribable something of style and distinction recognized and offered homage by every woman whatever her degree. Poor Mrs. Hinkley had never owned a well -fitting dress in her life. She had never seen one of Dolmens masterpieces before. And yet such is the power of genius that her humble ignorance bowed down before it instinctively, and a great sigketirred the folds of faded brown calico uponsher capacious bosom.. "1 guess," She said to herself in astute reflection, "1 guess she has her things made out n Ah, didn't site have her things made out! Miss Mary Grinnell's poor papa could have answered for that as he filed away the bills for ' her summer wardrobe—an array of marvellous confections intended to do eye- cution at half a dozen •watering places. Why, after all these expensive preparations made with gleeful anticipations, his charming daughter ehould have elected suddenly to spend the summer with Aunt Matilda, on a New Hampshire farm, was a mystery that this wise parent did not attempt to solve. He simply set it down at once as one of those things never to be revealed, like the whereaboute of •the north pole and the real author of Shakespeare's plays, asked no questions, raised no objections, checked the trunks and saw the two ladies safely into the train Aunt Deatilcla, with a ko- dak, a library of French fiction, and a small botanical prom, and her lance, wearing a Curious halndefiant expression, not at all Unbetoming. In fact, it gave her a new at- traction in the eyes of a yoting man Who watched the parting from a distance smil. ing to himself as if secretly amused, and taking his seat in another car as the train relied out of the station, anorting and piuff. ing mockiegly. The farmhouse was a blow to Miss Mary's feeliege. Its musty chambers closed all the yeer round, and etiff with the odor of an abused room, its dteadful parlor shrouded in a ttlent through which a twenty hair - cloth farnituto loomed dimly, eta eertaie lugubrious wait floWers on a mantelpiece could just be made out ; its homely sitting room, redolent of tniet atil gone pipe • amok- ' ing, proved to be more depressing than pletureeleue Titere had been a ()country supper Of baleen beans and smoked beef, and soggy bread, and pie and cheese, with plenty of flank, to be sure, but milk just warni frem the ow. And then the evening had settled clow—the long, lonely summer evening.. Aunt Matilda sat by the student lamp inside, absorbed in one of Gypn novels, and oblivieus of inesquitoes, while Mary strolling outside, lingered QII the piazza, while a sickly moon peered at her between the pine boughs, and through the air, sweet witla the scent of honeysuckle, game the shrill squeak of the cricket and the complaining of a whip -poor -will. It was not a mimics—and yet stiller than any silence could be. he cried herself to sleep by and by. Bu {with the morning her elastic yoang spirits revived. In a freak of mischief she drew out from her boxes the elaborate and very unsuitable toilet whick had stirred Mrs. Hinkley's soul to its depths end she appeared at the breakfast table as a vision of Ttoveliness and freshness at which the shy old fernier gazed entranced and at which Aunt Matilde, cried out in severe disapproval. She coaxed and smiled and wheedled until every one grew into a good humor, and as she had started off for her walk even that grim spinster relative bade her good-bye with a relenting heartiness, realizing how effectively the fin de siecle figure would come into the landscapes of the Kodak. Mary walked along with the pale dust gathering on the little white shoes and the pink lining of the white parasol deepening the bloom on her dimpled cheek. Very seldom had the country road gazed upon such a oharming pioture in all the oenturiee of its existence. The walls on either side were smothered in wild roses end tangled blackberry vines, and horn the wood -lot not far away a warm wind blew up a fra- grance of new -mown hay, while she could hear the farmer calling to his men now and then in a voice which distance made musical. The world looked very fair and bright, and she the brightest, fairest thing in it. Nobody would have dreanied that the heart under the pink sask was very unhappy and almoat ready to break. Mary was trying to settle a weighty question in her mind. She knew its trutbiul answer well enough, but pride and stubbornness made her wilfully blind. She had &mu to come up into the country to think over pros and cons, which were all pros after all. The sun beat down fiercely upon the Leg- horn hat as it neared the summit of the little hill. A large oak tree crowned the height, with& seat beneath its boughs, upon which Miss Grinnell seated herself, like a Watteau shepherdess. The view was not very extended, but wooded and shaded in a way that Diazwould have Loved, arida small lake lay glittering in the distance out of the green tree tops. It was a peaceful scene, and one well adapted for a reflective mood, and Mary fell into a sort of day dream, from which she was at length aroused by a touch upon her hand. Starting up hastily, she gave a cry of surprise. Be- fore her, gazing with great mournful eyes into her own, stood itpretty calf, apparently not at all frightened by the intrusion of a stranger upon his feeding place, and, like Mrs. Hinkley, regarding Doucet's muslin with approval. At first the city -bred dam- sel was startled. But in a second she saw that he was fastened to an iron stake near by and that his orbit was limited. So she laid down the white parasol and began to pat the intruder on the head, talking softly to him the sort of cooing nonsense with which women always address babies and animals. He seemed quite won by these attentions, and Mary was charmed. She rose and walked about, e,aLting him to her. He fol- lowed obediently, and she began to think seriously of buying him from the farmer to take back with her for a pet, when sud- denly something Sent him into a panic. He started back and ran round and round her, frightened.her half out of her senses, and before she realized what was happening Mary found herself wound up tightly with the calf and the rope and the stake. At first, her sense of the ridiculous got the better of her terror, and she laughed aloud at the oddity of her position. But in a moment she saw its awkwardness and hope- lessness as well, and she struggled to free i herself, while the poor calf, n blind bewil- derment, ran to and fro, drawing the tangle tighter, and making escape less possible. At this critical moment a cool, well-bred voice behind her broke in. "Good evening, Miss Grinnell," it said as politely as if she had been walking down Fifth avenue, in- stead of in such an absurd plight Ah, me! The pink -lined parasol was nowhere in comparison with the blush those few words brought out. "0, Rob 1" she cried, "Save me! Where did you come from? Can't you take me away from this dreadful beast ?" "Not until you answer me the question I asked you the other night. Do you think it was right to run away and leave me in the lurch, as you did, with no address; and did you suppose I should not hunt you up directly? No, Mary. Come, which is it to be, yes or no?.I will drive away the calf whichever it is, but you must =ewer me one way or the other at once." The young man had not smiled, although the picture was funny enough to have sent a stoic into fits of laughter—poor Mary, flushed and tearful, fastened up against the stake, with her white ruffles crushed and ruined, and the innocent calf, pinioned at her side, still fastening his big, wistful eyes upon her face. "0, Rob 1" she said again. "You know I meant yes all the time. "We women always do when we say no 1" Well, they forgot all about the poor calf. Hours later they strolled into supper, hav- ing confided in Aunt Matilda, who bestowed a blessing upon them and announced in majestic tones to the Hinkleys the arrival of her niece's finance. "He may be a fyansa,y," thought Mrs. Hinkley to herself, nodding sagely, "bub if he ain't keeping company with her, 1 miss my game" Somehow, the supper did not strike Mary as being so dreadful that second night The farmer thought he had never seen a girl so pretty before, and tried to make con- versation, "Mother," said he, "what do you thitik ? You know that calf of Spotty's that was fastened up on the hill? Wal, I vow ef the critter hadn't contrived to git onhitchod somehow or other, and there 'twas strollin' ronxin down the road. 'Lonzo Briggs' man fetched it back this aft'noon. Cur'ous, ain't it?" "Why, wan't you up on the hill, Miss Grinriell ?" asked Mr. Hinkley, suddenly. " You didn't eee nothin' of the calf, did you, white you watt there V' " Well, it seems to me I did see one when I first reached the top, but I don't remem- ber noticihg it when I came clown," said Marge dimpling and leaighlag. The young roan laughed too. " I gam 'twits scarab. I geese them flounceand &minty diddles ticaret it." Mn Hinkley's great bulk shook with antueetneht He found himself a real wit. Neither Horace Walpole nor George Selwyn eve t felt any greater sstiefaction in a bott " 1 guest( they did," tesponded Mary feed the Whole table laughed again. There itometking agiouseont in reckless kappi- nese. Viet night Mut Matilda finished. "Monsieur Fred" by the student lamp, wed Mary fiat out on the piazza again. The moon peered througn the pine boughs, too, but this time it wore a smile, while the cricket and the whip -poor -will had tuned their monotony to a major key. Yet still there hung over all the stillness which wee not a stillness after all, and Mary cried herself to sleep again, Bat Olio time eie cried with happiness. Irish Lassies at the Fair. All visitors to the World's Fair will doubtless want to inspect the Irish village which is being arranged under the auspices of the 0011IlteaS of Aberdeen and Mrs. Ernest Hart. The latter gives the following outline of what it will. contain: " We shall have seven cottages, in which peasant girls and lads from Donegal and elsewhere will be seen at work, weaving, spinning, dyeing, sprigging, carving, eto. The girls will look very pretty in Conne- mara red petticoats, fishwife skirts and blouses, and scarlet cloaks. In the first cottage will be a precise model of a cottage in Donegal, with undressed walls ot granite, with a hooded fireplace and dresser full of bright crockery; a girl will be seen dyeing and spinning our famous hand -and -hearth homespun; the wool of which she gees from the lichens and heather of her native bog outside. There will be an imi- tation peat fire, and on this the dyer will from time to time place her iron potato -pot, and proceed to dye the wool. This opera. tion is certain to prove immensely attrac- tive to sight -seers, and, as well as the carding, seaming, and bobbin -filling, which will be shown here, is an extremely inter- esting process. "10 the second cottage there will be lin- en weaving and embroidering of the famous Kells Art Embroidery; whilet linen damask weaving on a Jacquard handloom and fringe -knotting will go on in the third cot- tage. Between this and the next cottage there will be a model dairy, in which dairy- maids will be at work churning and butter - making. I can assureour American cousins they will have a chance of somegood butter, as we shall send over some of the world - famed Kerry cows, which will be stabled at the rear. There will also be a pleasant, cool spot here where visitors can rest and i drink ced milk. "In the fourth cottage'which is under the especial care of theIrish Industries Association, every description of Irish lace will be shown. There will be a Limerick lace worker at her frame the Torchon lace worker at the pillow, the numerous varie- ties of point lace, and so forth. "Sprigging and veining, which are em- ployed in the production of the beautiful hemstitched handkerchiefs of Belfast, will be shown in the next cottage. The girls of Down are especially noted for their ex- quisite and delicate work. We have not quite definitely decided about the two re- maining cottages, but we shall probably show in the seventh, the wood -carving in- dustry in Ireland, which has reached a really remarkable degree of development when one remembers the workers and teachers are peasant lads. You should see the set of owls carved by some of my own boys for Lady Aberdeen last year. The expression of the owls' faces, as well as the execution'was excellent. Other features of our Irishindustrial villages will be a re; plies of Donegal Castle, an old well, and other interesting Celtic memodeas. I be- lieve the Irish village will be successful; we shall certainly do our best to make it a...nate The Hoyalline or Succession. The line of succession to the English throne can be readily traced back to very remote times, the accuracy with which the records of the royal family have been kept rendering the task comparatively easy. Queen Victoria is the niece of William IV., who was the brother of George IV., who was the son of George 111., who was the grandson of George II., who was the eon of George I. George I. was a cousin of Queen Anne, who was the sister-in-law of William III., who was the son-in-law of James II., who was the son of Charles I., who was the son of the Scotch James I. James, the first of the Stuarts, was the cousin of Elizabeth, who was the half-sister of Mary, who was the half-sister of Edward VL, who was the son of Henry VIIL, who was the son Henry VIL This Henry was the cousin of his great rival, Richard 111., who was the uncle of Edward V., who was the son of Edward IT., who the cousin of Henry VL who was son of Henry V., who was son of Henry IV., who was the cousin of Richard IL. who was the grand- son of Edward III., who was son of Edward II., who was the son of Edward L Edward L wainthe son of Henry III., who was the son of "Magna Charts," John, who was brother to Richard the Lion - Hearted, who was son of Henry II. Henry IL was the cousin of Stephen, his prede- cessor, who in turn was the cousin of Henry I., who was brother to William Rufus, a son Of William the Con- queror. Thus easily is the line of Vic- toria traced back to 1066, the time of the conquest. But it can be traced still further. Matilda, the wife of Henry L, was the daughter of Margaret, wife of Malcolm III" of Scotland. The father of Margaret was Prince Edward, who was the son of the Saxon King Edmund, who was the son of Ethelred, the son of Edgar, the son of Edmund, the son of Edward the Elder, the son of Alfred the Great, the son of Ethel. wolf, the son of Egbert ; and thus is the royal line of England traced back with the utmost distinctiveness for more than 1,000 years. A. Rare Egg on Exhibition. A great rarity, in the shape of an Apyor. Ms egg, has been exhibited at the Zoologi- cal Society, London. This huge egg is as nearly as possible a foot long, and the speci- men in question is valued at about 8500, so that it rivals the egg of the great auk, which fetches such fancy prices. The eggs are occasionally found in Madagascar, but only a few of them have ever turned up. The bird which laid them is only imper- fectly known, from fragments. The GM in the Stern. De Garry—After all there's no exert:dee so pleasant as rowing. Merritt—That's tm. When you're out with a pretty girl you always have tioine- thing nice to look forward to. Crnel DiScrimination. Maud—Have you taken any flowers to that dear, delightful, horrible man who cut hie wife into bite, . Edith—No; they have proven him in- sane. I cannot waste flowers on a lunatic. Parents make two very grave mistake. One is in thinking that a mean child doesn't know When it is lying; the other in assuming that the same child doesn't know when itS permit ate lying. Mr. William Emoted Collins, • of the Hartford Peening Post. has recently re. (limed his girth 12 inches—from 44 to 82 It takes a cautiousman to defend a woman against her hueband, 011ADHIS OWN WAY." ins Lire was "11 Dream " and She Naidnie Was Happy. When Mee Youngwife game home that ought he sighed dismally, then hoisted his feet to the mantel shelf, after the fashion of a dreaming mall, remarks the New York Reorder. A light hand was laid on his shoulder, and a silvery voice ohirrupped : "My dear, you musn't do that; it is such bad form. If you want to rest your tired feet tem this lovely little stool that I made, all covered vdth roses." Later on he threw down his Paper and yawned. "My dear, you mune% do that. It is such bad form. If you want to net your paper aside, use that lovely little receiver on the wall there, that I embroidered all in violets and ransies." Later still he struck a match on his trousers to light his pipe. "My dear, you mesan do that. It is bad firm. If you want to strike a match use that lovely little wall mat, with 'Scratch My Back' on it that I embroidered. It was an iaea of dear mamma's." At breakfast he aimlessly dripped some coffee over a piece of bread. "My dear, you mustn't do that. It is such bad form. Never let me see you do that again. Every time you wish' to eat toast watch me; my way is exactly the same as that of dear mamma." In the street oar he thoughtlessly crossed his feet. " sVfy dear," some one whispered, do not do that. It is such bad form. You know you never would have done that be- fore we were married. It is something mamma told me to be particularly careful. about." Next evening he threw his shaving paper in the woodhox. • "My dear, you. mustn't do that It is such bad form. Mamma always makes papa throw his paper's in the fire. Use that lovely little nolder filled without° little red, white and blue shaving ,papers, all em- broidered with forget-me-nots, just as mamma planned out for you." After the funeral, two months later, she was sayihg, as she untied the black strings of her mourning bonnet, and a few friends remained to console her : "Dear Tommy, I—I never knew what killed him. He was so good, and we were egvroerwyindgaym;re and more like each other " Yes' " said Mrs. McGann, sympatheti- cally, "he had his own way in everything. He was so good about the house. We never had a cross word. Then, when thought our lives were a dream, he just up and died." "It is sad," sobbed Mrs. McGann. "It is, indeed, and now, kind friends, leave me while I throw off these things, put on my kitchen apron and dust up and sweep up the house. Dear Tommy was such a lover of order, he could not sleep well in his grave if he thought there was a lint on the floor. After that I will sit down, gaze at his photograph and let my flood of grief have full sway. ' KATIE SMITH'S NEW ARMS. The Little Girl is Fitted With Mechanical Limbs and is nappy. AN OAKVILLE MIRACLE. The Remarkable OM of N. John W. °entice A Iltelpless Cripple For Lean—Treated by the Stair or the Toronto General Hos- pital and Discharged as liieurable— The Story of Ills Miraculous Recovery as Investigated by an "Empire ', Reporter. (Toronto Empire.) For more than a yearpast the readers of the E mpire have been given the pertieulars of steam of the meet remarkable cures of the 1911 century, all, or nearly all of them, ia oases hitherto held by the MOSt advanced medical scientists to be incurable. The particulars of these cases were vouched for by such leading newspapers as the Hamil- ton Spectator and '12xnas, the Halifax Herald, Toronto Globe, Le Monde, Mont- real; Detroit News, Albany, N. Y., journal, Albany Express and others, whose reputation placed beyond question the statements made. Recently rumors have been afloat of a remarkable case in the pretty little town of Oakville, of a young man recovering after years of helplessness and agony. The Empire determined to subject the case to the most rigid investigation, and accord- ingly detailed one of our beat reporters to make a thorough and impartial investiga- tion into the case. Acting upon these in- structions our reporter went to Oakville and called upon Mr. John W. Condor (who it was had so miraculously recovered), and had not long been in conversation with him when he was convinced that the statements made were not only true, but that "the hall had not been told." The reporter found Mr. Condor at work in one of the heaviest departments of the Oakville basket factory, and was • surprised, in the face of what he knew of the case, to be con- fronted by a strapping young fellow of good phyaique, ruddy countenance and buoyant • bearing. This now ragged young man was be who had spent a great part of his days upon a sick -bed, suffer- ing almost untold agony. When the Empire representative announced the purpose of his visit Mr. Condor cheer- fully volunteered a statement of his case for the benefit of other sufferers. "'I am," said Mr. Condor, "an Englishman by birth, and came to this country with my parents when 9 years of age, and at that time was as rugged and healthy as any boy of my age. I am now 29 years of age, and it was when about 14 years old that the first twinges of inflammatory rheumatism came upon me, and during the fifteen yeaxs that intervened between that time and my re- covery, a few months ago, tongue can hardly tell how much I suffered. My trouble was latought on, I think, through too fre- guent bathing in the cold lake water. The joints of my body began to swell, the cords of my legs to tighten, and the muscles of my limbs to contract. I be- came a helpless cripple'confined to bed, and for three months did not leave my room. The doctor who was called in administered preparations of iodide of potassium and other remedies without any materiel beneficial effect. After some Little Katie Smith, who some months ago months of suffering I became strong enough lost both upper limbs from the effect of to leave the bed,but my limbswere stiffened burns received from a red-hot stove, was and I was unfitted for any active vocation. I was then hampered more or less for the yesterday given a pair of new arms. With Rev. Dr. F. N. Gregg and Miss following nine years, when I was again Agnes Gregg, whose especial charge she is, forced to take tomybed. This attack was in the little girl visited the establishment of 1886, and was a great deal more severe than the makers of artificial arms, and the the first. My feet, ankles, knees, legs, mechanical limbs were fitted to her. Within arms, shoulders, and in fact all parts a few minutes she had gotten somewhat of my frame were affected. My joints used to them, and used them in a manner and muscles became badly swollen, and the disease even reacheclmy head. My face astonishing even to the maker. The arms are really wonderful pieces of was swelled to a great size. I was unable mechanism. Four months of time and eev- to open my mouth, my jaws being fixed to- eral hundreds of dollars have been expended gether. I, of course, could eat nothing. in their construction. The maker first found My teeth were pried apart and liquid food a little girl, Miss Katie Holcomb,of Ravens- poured down my throat. I lost my voice, worth, who is about Katie's build, and took and I could speak only in husky whispers. plaster moulds of her arms. From these Rainy, I am unable to desoribe the state I moulds a plaster cast was made and from was in during those long weary months. that a metal cast. Over this the aluminum With my swollen limbs drawn by the tight- armswere made. A single artificial muscle ening cords up to my emaciated body, and in the form of a cord and pulley is supplied my whole frame twisted and contorted into eaoh arm, operating by the motion of the indescribable shapes, I was nothing more shoulder muscles. The fingers of each hand than a deformed skeleton. For three long are so jointed that the hand may be fixed in weary months I was confined to bed, after any of the natural positions. The maker 'Aid'. I was able to get up, but proposes when Katie has gotten more ac- was a complete physical wreck, hob- customed to the arms to introduce another bling around on crutches a helpless artificial muscle by which the fingers may cripple. My sufferings were continually be fixed or extended. Each hand is de- intense, and frequently when I would tached at the wrist the right uncovering a be hobbling along the street I would be fixed fork and uhe left a spoon. Katie tried seized with a paroxysm of pain and would these yesterday and showed that she would fall unconscious to dig ground. During all soon be able to feed herself. this time I had the constant attendance of These arms were a present to the little medical men, but their remedies were girl from the makers, Charles Truax, Greene unavailing. All they could do was to try & Co., who were asked for a cash subscrip. to build up my system by the use of tonics. tion some months ago when the fund was In the fall of 1889 and spring of 18901 again being collected, but perferred to contribute suffered intensely name attacks, and at a pair of arms. last my medical attendant, as a last resort, Mr. Cregg, AssistantGeneral Superintend- ordered me to the Toronto General Hos- ent of the Children's Home Society, whose pital. I entered the hospital on June 20th, ward Katie says she is, says the little girl is 1890, and remained there until Sept. 20th developing marked talent as an elocutionist of the same year. But, notwithstanding and that, she will undoubtedly be able to all the care and attention bestowed upon support herself. An entertainment for a me while in this institution, no improve - little country town is already arranged.— znent was noticeable ia my condition. Chicago Inter Ocean. After using almost every available remedy the hospital doctors—of whom there were about a dozen --came to the conclusion that my case was incurable. and I was sent away, with the understand- ing that I might remain an outside patient Accordingly from Septem.ber 1890 to the end of January, 1891, 1 went to the hospital once a week for examination and treatment. At this stage I became suddenly worse, and once more gained admission to the hospital, where I lay in a miserable suffering conch - Um for two months or more. In the spring of 1891 I returned to Oakville, and made an attempt to do somethingtoward my own support I was given night work in the basket factory, but had to be conveyed to and from my place of labor in a buggy and carried from the rig to a table in the works on which I sat and performed my work. 1/2 August, 1891, I was again stricken down, and remained in an utterly helpless condi- time until January, 1892. At this time Mr. James, a local druggist, strongly urged me to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pals for Pale People. I was prejudiced againet proprie- tary medicines as 1 had spent nearly all I possessed on numerous highly recommended ao-called remedies. I had taken into my system large quantities of different family medicines. I had exhausted the list of liniments, but all in vain, and I was there- for reluctant to take Mr. James' advice, I, however, saw eeveral strong testimonials as to the value of Dr. Williams' Pink Pine as a blood builder and nerve tonic, and think- ing that I could only get My blood in better ciondition my general state of health might be improved, I resolved to give Pink Pills a trial. With the courage bona of despair I bought a box but there was no noticeable improvement, and I thought this was like the other terrtedies /had Med. But urgedon by friends I continued taking Pink Pills aad after using seven boxes I was rewarded by noticing a decided change for the bet. ter. My appetite returned, my spiribi began to rise, 647d .1 had alittle freer use of my muscles and limbo, the old troubleeome swellings eubsidieg. I ametinitecl the re. Open Your Windows. An extraordinary fallacy is what a writer on sanitary subjects pronounces the dread of night air. He asks: What air can we breathe at night but night air? The choice is between pure night air from without and foul air from within. Most people prefer the latter—an unaccountable chice. What will they say if it is proved to be true that fully one-half of all the diseases we suffer are occasioned by people sleeping with win - chews shut? An open window most nights in the year can never hurt any one. In great cities night air is often the best and purest to be had in 24 hours. I could bet- ter understand shutting the windows in town during the day than during the night, for the sake of the sick. The absence of smoke, the quiet, all tend to make night the best time for airing the patient. Always air your room, then, from the outside air if possible. Windows are made to open, doors are made to shut—is truth which eeems extremely difficult of apprehension. Every room must be aired from without. Where Ile Wanted It. Justice Stephen J. Field, of the United States Supreme Court told me that while Cyres was engaged in the struggles prelimi- nary to the laying of the first cable his wife said to him one day : "Cyrus, I Wish that cable of yours waste() the bottom of the sea." " My dear," he answered calmly, "that's just where I wish it was." A. Compliment on lee. Mrs. Gadd—You do not show your agent all. Mre. Giebb (delighted)—Don't 1? Mre. Gadd—No ; I see you've scratched it oat of your family Bible. The Man who is contented with. hie lot is s. generally an old hien who has tonna mires Way ot keeping out of the poorhcitilen• when I left off. By. thie time I had taken 914 00Paiderahlo flesh, and Weighed as Web as 160 .nounde. This was a gain of 60 pound e la a few week. My „feints assumed their nOrMal size, my maselefs lesoamei firmer, and, in fiet, I was a new mu,n. By April I was able to go to work in the baskeb factory, and now I een work ten hours a. day with any mau. I often stay on duty overtime without feeling any bad effects, I play baseball in the even- ings, and can run bases with any of the boys. Why I feel like dancing for very joy at the relief froni abjeot misery I sue. fered BO long. Many a time prayed for death to release roe from my auffermgs, but now that is all gone and I enjoy health aa' only he can who suffered agony for years. L have given you a brief outline of my euffer- ings, but from what have told you can guess the depth ef my gratittide for the great remedy which has metered me tee health and strength. Wishing to substanelate the truth of Mr. Condoes remarkable story the Eravpire: representative called ripen Mr. F. W., James, the Oakville druggist referred tox above. Mr. James fully cerroberated the statemente of Mr. Condor. When the latter had first taken Dr. Williams* Pink Pills he was a mere skele- ton—a wreck of humanity. The people of the town had long given him up for as good as dead, and would hardly believe the mann recovery until they saw him thtunselven The fame of this cure fa now spread throughout the section and the result is an enormous saki of Pink Pills. "I sell a -dozen -and -a -ban boxes of Pink Pills every day," said Mr. James,." and thin is remarkable in a town the size of Oak- ville. And better still they give perfect eo.tisfaction, Mr. James recalled. numerous instances of remarkable cures after other remedies had failed. Mr. John Robertson, who lives midway between Oakville and Dalton, who had been troubled with asthma and bronchitis for about 15 years, has been cured by the use of Pink Pills, and thia after physicians had told him there was no use doctoring further. Mr. Robert- son says his appetite had failed com- pletely, but after taking seven boxes of Pink Pills be was ready and waiting for each meal. He regards hfs case as a re- markable one. In fact Dr. Williams' Pink • Pills are recognized as one of the greatest modern medicines—a perfect blood builder and nerve restorer—cunng such diseases as rheumatism, neuralgia, partial peralysis, locomotar ataxia, St. Vitus dance nervous headache, nervous prostration and tired. feeling resulting therefrom, diseases depend- ing upon humors in the blood, such as scro- fula, chronic erysipelas, etc. ' Pink Pills restore pale and sallow complexions to the glow of health, and are a specific for all the troubles peculiar to the female sex, while in the case of men they effect a radical cure he all eases arising from mental worry, over- work or excesses of whatever nature. The Empire reporter also called upon Mr. J. C. Ford, proptietor of the Oakville Beaket Factory, in which Mr. Condor fe employed. Mr. Ford said he knew of the pitable condition Condor has been in for years, and he had thought he would never recover. The cure was evidenely a thorough one for Condor worked steadily at heavy labor in the mills and apparently stood it as well as the rest of the employees. Mr. Ford. said he thought a great deal of the young man and was pleased at his wonder- ous deliverance from the grave and his re- storation to vigorous health. In order to still further verify the state- ments made by Mr. Condor in the above in- terview, the reporter on his return t� Toronto examined the General Hospital records, and found therein the entries y bearing out all Mr. Condor had said, thus leaving no doubt that his case is one of the most remarkable on record, and all the, more remarkable because it had baffled the skill of the best physicians in Toronto. These pills are manufactured by the Dr. Williams' Medicine Company, Brockville, Ont., and Schnectady, N. Y., and are sold in boxes (never in loose form by the dozen or hundred, and the public are cautioned against numerous imitations sold in thia shape) at 50 cents a box or six boxes for 82.50, and may be had Of all druggists or direct by mail from Dr. Williams' Medicine Company from either address. The price at which these pills are sold make a course of treatment comparatively inexpensive as compared with other remedies or medical treatment. Practical Polemics. Primus—It was so hot in church to -day that Miss Carter fainted while the evangel- ist was preaching. Secure:lug—Did the episode disconcert him? Primus—Oh, no! He drew a lessonfrona, it aboat the torments of hell. The longest °anal in the world is the one which extends from the frontier of China to St. Petersburg. It naeasures in all 4,471 miles. H. C. Frick, of the Carnegie Steel Com- pany, is about 5 feet 8 inches high and 42 years old. ealatlissatfManowitAININinattvativatiwalmsaravItuteArAmanculamornmen. nATICrirta Both the method and results when Syrup of Figs is taken; it is pleasant and refreshing to the taste, and acts gently yet promptly ort.theKidnem Liver and Bowels, cleanses the sys- tem effeetually, dispels colds, head- aches and fevers and cures habitual constipation. Syrup of Figs is the only remedy of its kind ever pro- duced, pleasing to the taste and. ac- ceptable to the stomach, prompt in its action and truly beneficial in its effects prepared only from the naost ki 7 ealthy and. agreeable substances its ra ny excellent qualities commend to all and. have made it the most popular rernedy known. ' Syrup of Figs is for sale in 75a bottles by all leading drUggists. Any reliable druggist who may not, have it on ha,nd will procure it promptly for any one who wishes to try it. 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