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Tux BILLIARD FARM,
The farm adjoined oars On the
east- -a large tract of over three
•alundred acres and wonderfully fa-
vored iu situation and soil. Through
many generations of the Hilliard
fatuity? it -bad been widely noted as
the best, farm in our own and sur,
rounding countries, but for some
years before the time of which I
write, it bad rapidly goue to ruin
tbrougli Nathan Hill.iard'a advauc-
iug age and failing health.
He was a broken old man, left
•eutirely alone by the death of his
good wife and of hie only son, on
whom he had fondly relied to keep
the place worthy of its name.
After this affliction he loaf heart.
Mother and I, who had been as in-
timate with the family as if we had
been members of it, often watched
his discouraged efforts to keep the
place going, and fattier frequeiitly
sent over our men to help ; but a
farmer needs a etrong'guiding heart
as touch as the sunshine and rain.
How well I remembered the day
Le came over, with Lie face at last
allowing the purpose to tell us his
trouble ! It was early fall, when,
through the clear, cool days, tho-
men were everywhere busy sowing ;
but be had spent moat of the week
before on his front porch in deep
study, and we knew—at least I did,
being the most iutereated in him—
that he was considering a plan.
Father was sitting upon our side -
porch cleaning his shot -gun, for
early that morning he hail seen wild
pigeons flying over the woods along
the creek, and I sat inside the near-
est wiudow doitig our week's mend-
ing; ao I easily heart) the converse,
tion that followed—Nathan asking
me to stay where I was.
I pitied him more than ever ; he
was so trembly and uncertain. 1
had watched hits standing inside
his front yard fence debating whe-
ther ho should come over, and had
seen him stop twice in the path
across the narrow field between the
two houses.
'Good morning, Milliard,' said
father, cheerily, 'conte up and Hit
down. You're looking right well
this morning.'
'Ito not feeling it,' Nathan res
plied, sitting down, 'I did feel
better all summer, but I'ul so afraid
of the fall and winter.'
'Oh ! you mustn't borrow trouble.
You have many good years before
you. Colne along with rue tomorrow
morning to the bottoms. I saw
pigeons over there, and I'll warrant
you'll bring .down as many as yon
ever did.'
'No, thank you, Eastwood,' Hil.
Bard replied, shaking his head sad-
ly. 'My hunting has all been done.
I'm an old man, and I know my
beat days are over. It was hard for
me to make up my mind to that.
I've tried to make myself believe
that the farm's going on all right,
'but it isn't, and I've got to give up
at last. No one can know how I
feel about it. Everybody knows
what our farm has always been.
My father got it from his father and
handed it down to me ; and now in
my time its genie to wrack. Each
of them had some one to leave it to
and died proud of it and satisfied
about its future. But I haven't,
Eastwood. They're all gone, and I
must soon go after thein, with no
)lope fair the old place. It's mighty
bard on me, Daniel, when we Hil-
liards have been so proud of it—too
much so, maybe,'
'Why,: there are plenty of young
farmers about, Nathan, who would
be only too glad to become your
tenant,' said father. 'I'll willingly
help you pick the best one for the
purpose.'
Hilliard shook his head.
'That wouldn't satisfy me, Dans
iel; he wouldn't be a Hilliard.'
'There are certainly some of your
family living, area', there ?'
'Only one, that 1 know of, and
that's what I came over to talk
about. IIe lives out in Illinois—
Isaac Hilliard, my nephew. His
father Tom, as you remember, died
sothe years ago. He had been angry
with me since father died. He
always contended that the farm here
was too large, and he tried hard to
talk father into dividing it between
us, half and half, on his death bed,
but he failed, and he went away
angry and diseatiefied to the smaller
farm in Illinois. I would have
been willing enough to divide, but
father's last request was for mo to
keep the old place together, as it
always had been, and up to the
mark. I did all I could to make
Tom friendly, but he wouldn't lis.
ten. Now I'm Afraid maybe I did
wrong by him ; spiting the living
that way for the wishes of the dead,
and I've made up my mind to ask
Isaac to come in and be my tenant.
What do you think of it?'
'deli, a ltd at 1, atlirir `rep ie..
thoughtfully, 'if you are satisfied
that Iaaao is a good enough farmer
to take charge of it, I would send
for him.'
4I'm pretty well satisfied; •it»d
then, Fsastw:Qod, _maybe it would.
ease my .mind [acute, on accottint of
Tom. I don't -want to die thinking
didn't do right by bit) and' his
Niko. I'll write to Isaac, and may-
be I'll again .see theold farm like it
oncf3 was, I want to keep it in my
name while I live, and, if°•Iaaao
briaga it back, "I eau be almost as.
a tiafie in i itover to him
a d urn n o t
'when 1 die as to turtling
own eon if he
had lived.'
A mouth later we saw Isaac and
his family arrive. Father, mother
and I watched them from our win.
dow. Isaac looked a strong, ener-
getip, capable man, but neither
mother nqr I felt satisfied somehow
with the wife, - Mother feared elle
was a self-willed woman, and I fan-
cied she was not as considerate of
poor old Nathan as she ought to be.
But the farm brightened at once,
and the old man with it. For a
while after, be came over almost.
everyday. He joked in his old
way with mo•about Lucinda, Isaac's
wife, making better patch work
quilts than I could, and rallied
father sa much about their hogs
being so much bigger than his. But
none of the new people came over,
except once the mother sent a young
daughter to tell us that if we ever
wanted to see the chickens again
that were over there scratching, we
bad better come over for them.
After ,hip, we weren't surprised
at the change that carne over Nath-
an. He stepped coming so often :
joked no more ; sat much alone on
their back porch, and many times I
saw him far away across the farm,
Fitting foo hours 00 a feuce top,
looking at the ground.
One early November day, when
he had not been to see us for several
weeks, lie hobbled over. Ile had
faded sadly, and seemed generally
miserable. I gave Lim a comfort-
able chair by our dining -room fire,
and, as we were alone, I determiuid
to lied out the trouble.
'Nathan,' I began, 'your nephew
is making the farm look like old
tidies.' •
`lsu't it ?' lie answered, with a
little show of pleasure. 'Isaac is
certainly a splendid farmer.'
• 'But are they as good to you as
they are to the farm ?' I asked
bluntly.
His lips trembled at once, and
his hands, too, as he caught the
crook of hie cane more tightly and
looked appealingly at me.
'I am afraid they'renot,' 1 added.
'You're not a bit like you were.'
'It's the cold weather,' lie said,
looking at the floor. 'Tho cold wea-
ther, that's all. 1'11 be all right in
the spring.'
'But are you sure, Nathan, that
they do all for you they should ?
Do they treat you as they should
one who has given them such a
good home ?'
'Yes ; oh, yes ; they're good to
me. People have different ideas of
duty, Annie. Away out in Illinois
they don't think exactly as we do,
maybe. I wasn't quite used to
their ways at first, but I am now.
If there's anything it's all me. I'm
worrying myself. I can't think but
what I didn't do altogether right
by Tom, and l've been thinking
that maybe I owe it to Isaac to put
the farm in his name now.'
$ttaipaused a moment looking at
me keenly ; then added :
'I thought I world do it soon, as
a surprise for them. Maybe I'll
feel easier then.'
I saw it all, then, and said impul-
-ively:
'You mean, Nathan, that you
hope they'll treat you better, after
you give them the farm. Isn't that
'it?'
'You musn't say it that way,' he
said, simply, rising to go. 'No, I
can't answer that that's it. I don't
think I could put the place in hatter
hands. No, Annie ; you're too
hard on them, and you musn't be.'
I watched him feebly pushing his
way across the brown field against
the November wind, that seemed to
buffet him in the same spirit that
it twisted the dead leayes from the
boughs and flung them on the
ground.
That was the last we saw of Mw
until one day in December. It has
snowed all night, and father went
out to help shovel a path. He came
in soon to tell me lie had stopped
Isaac Hilliard to ask him about old
Nathan. He looked confused,
father said, and at a loss for any
answer, but had been relieved by
his wife calling sharply to him to
come in.
This was enough to set me fancy-
ing the poor old man sick and poorly
attended or neglected by those peo'
ple. I hurriedly prepared a howl
of broth and started over. It was
snowing again, and in the narrow
path I almost ran against a man
who was in a great hurry,
'Oh, Miss Annie,' he said, 'I was
just coming to see you or your
father I'
It , was old_ Ben /Link , who had
°pent nearly all Ilia life in the
serviceof the Hillierda and bad left
Nathan only when compelled to by
age.
'What is it, Ben?' I asked.
acaiiiseemear
f'1I,les saltie,' he alnew!ared, ,with!
exoittid indignation, ,they,' eletion<
ing 6owat4 ileo Milliard houao,'llavd
sent poor old--N'stiten t4 the poor•
bootie,"
I did not wait for the particultt-ra
but, with Ben foil wing, ran home.
We found fattier fn our wprkahop
putting a new seat in the 1)144 -
sleigh.
'Father, youmust • :hitch RP .af4
once, r I said. Those people •ovei<
there have sent Nathan toft,he poor-
house ; and as long as out house'
stands he must never want for a
home.'
Mother andI bad a fire roaring
in oar graft spare room and the bed
all ready, with bot sticks of wood
between the s1leeta at the foot, by
the time iather and Ben, brought
the old man in.
Ho had had a aruel,shook, and for
weeka it seemed a fatal one ; but
our caro was rewarded. It was a
glorious day late in January when
we helped him down -stairs to the
table. We all believed then that
we could cheer him back to his
former eeif, but soon saw that our
hopes were vain. I could not me-
cca! my disappointment, and often
spoke harshly against bid folks ;
but he always gently checked mo :
'Don't judge them too hard,
Anuie. Yuu know I was feeble
and of no use, and they had too
much work to do to care for a sick
old man. It was all my fault that
there was so much to do. I had
given them the farm, but still I
kept thinking I hadn't done enough
yet to make up for sending Tom off
in augur, and I saw that they would
be bettor it I was out of the e --y.
So I was willing to go. Daa't
blame them too bard Annie.'
With particular earnestness did
ho excuse them ono bright spring
day, as he sat in his favorite place
—an easy -chair by a window, where
he could look across at his old
home, Tho place looked bettor
than it had for several years. The
fences were straightened and newly
whitewashed, painters were there
brightening the house, and spring
was adding her buds and blossoms
to the renewing of the Hilliard
farm .
'Just see, Annie,' he said, as I
loft hint to go to some one who
wanted to see me, 'what a change
Isaac has made. He'll soon have
the old place as fine as in its best
days, and, when I get well I wonder
if he would let me take just one
more walk over it. Some time, if
you see him, ask him, won't you?'
I was surprised to find that it was
Isaac who wanted to gee me. His
manner was humble, with shame
plainly showing in bis face. This
kept me from telling him what I
had always thought I would.
'I've come over to gee Uncle
Nathan,' he said, with his eyes on
the floor. Then, raising them man-
fully, he looked straight at me, and
continued : 'Miss Eastwood, we
have made a sad mistake. We're a
shamed, and sorry for it. We don't
try to excuse ourselves, but we
want him back with us agaiu. Will
you let me go in and ask him to
comet'
I couldn't say all the harsh things
in my mind, or tell him that I
suspected there was something more
he wished to get out of the old man.
There was too much sincerity in his
tone for that, and I could only feel
how happy it would make Nathan
to go back again. I quietly opened
the door, and we walked in.
I laid my band on Nathan's
shoulder, and Isaac started to speak ;
but my hand fell to my side, and he
stopped speaking. We had seen
that the invitation was too late, and
that the old man had passed away
with his last looks resting on the
old beloved Hilliard Farm.
LISTEN TO OUR TALE OF
W erE.
The editor of the North Bay
Times addresses his delinquent sub-
scribers in the following delicate
fashion :—
The office "devil" is seven weeks
behind on his wages, and kicks on
soup three times a day. He may
got mad and leave.
Tho paper dealers wont trust any
more.
Our wood -shed is empty and a
aold winter coming. (The neigh-
bors have all bought padlocks.)
The cow has dried up and the
baby is living on lime water.
The hens are on the strike and
the McKinley bill has boosted the
price of codfish.
- Our summer pants are worn
through the patches, and the tailors
are auspicious.
The grocery boy said he had
orders not to call any more.
Our wife says something must be
done.
We have borrowed money to pay
postage on this letter. If you can't
send ue the money, please write us
your ideas of the quickest and easiest
method of suicide.
We want this to strike ever de-
lft tltiant`'sgt`iait't'tl ifio'pbcko i'
•
—Last Tuesday was the 319th
anniversary of the death of John
Knox, the Scottish reformer.
s 6tO.Ni-4 TALKS.
M1Q1'Tgaa,Aftg :QiasPDBhtT IT 'TAKES
CASH-! TO BUY .SAt, BATUS,
We Expect'TQo )IIucI 1ast dn nkindPedalo
9l'hful Otepppouttod- .4 Man Who;31inds
1H1e .or►m, t odueaa /fag 7klviisty7]ift--
. ygttiele Vraninar.
''slyly frena " said 13rotller Gardacr when
.the Su,tardaynight meeting pf the Cotton
#inetr4gr PIgb 114 beeps opened in "due farm,
"dar rim telSerai' digerent things I deeialt to
call yo'r 'tent Inmate at, dia tinter when this
Club has no perticklcr btzlievs bap' it. •
"I notice dat some of vo' is l;reatltands fur
mottoes: In my time I has knowed heaps o'
people wid mottoes, an' 1 Webber cu alit see
dat dey got alongany better dan odder folks.
De tru1 ble Seems to be dal de motto an' de
man doan' exactly hitch up together. De
laziest, sleepiest man I ober knowed had
'Excelsior' fur his Blotto. De nian who stole
BRO. GARDNER'S ADDRESS.
sixteen chickens from my coop in Detroit
had fur his motto, 'Honesty brings SA:tress.'
It is now ober sehen y'ars since I lent three
dollars to a, man who had no less clan five
different mottoes to spur him on, an' I
hasn't got dat money bac(j yit.
"It hasn't de motto dat Wakes de ' man,
but ebory man must make hisself. When
Shindig Watkins goes to the grocery fur a
pound of saleratus de grocer- doan' ax him
what motto he am runniu' bizness on, but
looks hire ui de eye an' expects him to come
down wid de cold cash. if Samuel. Shin
had bin livin' fur de last twenty-one y'ars
by de golden principles of de motto of
'Strive to Do Right,' lie couldn't go out on
Sixth avenue an' make it buy him three
yards of caliker. When dat caliker was cut
off an' rolled up Brudder Shin would hev to
plank down de cash or offer good security.
"An' I want to tell yo' dat one-half,„;lo
trubble we encounter in dis wurld atia.,a
from our expectin' too much of our fellow-
men. We expect a man am gwine to tell
de troof when we know we'd dodge it our-
self; dat he's gwine to be honest where we'd
be tricky; dat he'll believe in us while wo
doubt him; dal he orter be generous while
we am stingy. In fact, we's lookin' fur
odder folks to be perfect, while we realize
dat we ourselves am shuck full o' mean-
ness.
"1 have made it a rule all my life not to
expect too much of my fellow -man. I've
knowed a man to run 'long fur a y'ar er so
as level as a plank au' as good-natured as a
squash. Then he'd sudden) kick up an'
show his mean side. Wo is ally full o' streaks
an' whims an' noshuns, an' dar cume a time
when we've Got to show 'em out or bust de
b'iler.
"1 has bin pained to obsarve a disposishun
on de part of sartin members of dis Club to
be curus regarcfin' deir naybus. I used to
be dat way myself in de long ago. Dere
was a time in my life when, if a strange
nigger passed my cabin ridin' a straw -cull d
mewl an' followed by a yells dawg, I'd stop
hoein' co'n an' sot down to wonder who ho
was—whar' he cum from—how many chill'en
he had—weder he wouldn't trade dat
dawg for a b'ar-trap,'an' so on an' so forth. I.
found it a losin' bizness an' I quit. Any
one of us who kin manage to keep out of
do hands of the doctors, police an' lawyers
has about all de bizness ho wants to see to.
"I felt compelled a few weeks ago to warn
yo' agin the practise of disputin' on Biblical
p'nte. I understand dat dar' am two mem-
ber who still persevere in it. Ize keepin' my
eyes peeled' and de fust thing dey know dey'll
feel a commoshun. Long 'bout fo'ty y'ars ago
I'd sooner argufy on religus matters than to
eat dinner. I let on dat Sampson was d'red
headed man wid a squint to his left eye;
dat de lions didn't eat Dan'l kase dey wasn't
hungry; dat Noah nebber dun got half de
animals in his ark; dat de flood wasn't six
feet deep, an' heaps of odder things. In
jist one y'ar I had sixteen fights an' licked
fo'teen men. I broke up a church, run fo'
Baptist preachers out of de kentry an' got
all de chil'en so start dat dey dasn't say de
Lawd's Prayer any mo'.
"An' yit what good did it do me? I dun
licked men, but I couldn't convince 'ern. I
could out -holler a man, but I couldn't fur-
nish any proofs dat I was right an' he was
wrong. Folks dun called me a fool, I lost
my land on a mortgage an' I finally con-
cluded to shet my mouf an' work wid my
hands. None of us was in dat Ga'den of
Eden. How, den, do we know whedder
Adam had red ha'r or black, or whedder
Eve was freckled or fair? None of us was
around when de flood took place. None of
us dun saw dat ark. What's de use, den,
of our argufying about it?
"An' I want to say a few words to de
younger members of this Club on de subjick
of spreadin' dcirselves. De odder day I saw
Three -Ply Johnson, who is a waitah in a
hotel, gwine along Broadway wid so much
spread dat folks stopped to look arter hint
an'wnnder how many banks he owned. When
we come right down to facts, Brudder John-
son airns about $10 a week,an'if ne am heah
to night I'll bet he hain't got 50 cents in his
pocket. What's do use, den, of all dat
spread? What's de lase of deeeivin' de pub-
lic? Lot a man bo what he am. If he's got
seventeenmillyondollarsden let him frowon
seventeen millyon dollars' wuth of style. If
he hain't got but seventeen cents let hitt)
walk softly aroun' an' attempt no decepshun.
De public can't be deceived about dere
things. When Waydown Beobee gits on
dat cape coat of his an' goes sailing down
Broadway nobody believes dat hrr owns all
dis town below Meeker street. Dey is right
on to him for a chap who couldn't buy 15
cents' worth of paregoric an' hev 'nuff cash'
left to ride home on de kyar. I saw one of
our members gwine into a bank de oddor
day wi'd great stiffness an' importance. He
just reckoned dat ober fo'ty thousand
people would believe he was gwine in dar to
sit $20,000 in cash an' buy ahouse on Lex-
ington avenue but he was deceived. I dun
saw a man look arbor him an' say, 'I
wonder if dat nigger is gwine to tarry coal
in ?'
" stayoder me giber atandin' down _a
'poetloMi an Tokm oI de .li.ator -ruse.
He, walked up an' down an' looked an'
looked. He wanted people to emagine dat
he was gwine to buy dat hotel. He felt in
his pocket, an' he asked a man if Mr. Astor
was home, but he deceived no one. I was
itandin' right dar' when a polioeman said
he mus' duu mole gn Or ilei, gills - bipi do
,;eller
04ist a word or two me'. I'rclm whey' l,
stand 1 kin, count iso leen data forty-two
groat large diamond plus glitterbe on .de.
s14rt bosoms an' 1?epk scar b, of members,
an' 1 reckon, dere at'' forth! -two mo' on de
back recap. De ideal wi d ebery single one
of yo' is to Make lie public believe yo'r pin
cost at least OM all' dat yo' is ronin' in
riidweas, Does de public so believe? Net
much) De public knows windef:,glass when
sees it,a ' de b ' '
it _u - Pn lie pities yo fur o
childish vanity. We will now pat pat yde
Rah, upsot de water pail, an' depart to our
various homes." -14. Quad in New York
World.
HE FOOLS HIMSELF WHO THINKS
—That others like him for his good
clothes.
—That he is entirely different from other
people. •
— That his pretweasions are transparent
only to himself,
—That because he claims a virtue it is
credited to hien.
—That others never tire of hearing hint
talk of himself.
—That brutal bluntness is mistaken for
natural honesty.
—That despising weak people proves
one's own strength.
— That anybody mistakes his laziness for
wise deliberation.
—That his vices are hidden behind a few
Ink owai•m virtues.
—That because he is a man his crimes are
credited to bra -very.
—That all a woman's meanness is ascribed
to helpless innocence.
—That seven-eigthths of all he does is
not to support his own vanity.
— That others will mistake his stubborn-
ess for strength of character.
—That his organism:is so nearly unique as
to require a distinct code.
—that an occasioual public gift glossae
ever an uncharitable life.
— That hiring the most consptcuous pew
makes it all right with the Lord.
— That depreciating everything he sees
lir hears proves his own superiority.
—'That his barbarous display is ascribed
to the natural eccentricity of genius.
—That arrogance to the lowly and cring-
ing to the rich is not .despised by all.
—That because others don't confront him
with his baseness they are blind to it.
—That his unhesitating condemnation of
the crimes of others proves his own purity.
—Kato Field's Washington.
What Made Alar Mad.
"I'ut mad, inad all over!" he shouted,
dropping into a chair.
"What's the matter?" asked a bystander.
"I just hail a fight with the greatest
enemy 1 have in the world."
"Well, I can't, see why that should
make you mad. It would please me wonder-
fully to get a chalice to lick my greatest
elle
"That's just it," he shouted, springing
up, "that's the thing. But I didn't lick
him. Don't you see my eye. That's what
?Wakes me so mad, I didn't lick hien. He
licked me."
A New Title.
Wealthy Merchant (to his wife during a
court, reception)—"My conscience, what a
number of quality folk! There goes his
Excellency, the Field -Marshal, with his
Eminence the Cardinal."
His Wife—"And who is that stout gen-
tleman talking to the Count?"
Merchant—"That is—that is—his Cor-
pulency the Privy Councilor."—Fliogeudo
Blaetter,
A Nod as Good as a Wink or Blink.
"You are most entertaining," remarked
the gallant old gentleman to his fair part-
ner at dinner. "I assure you that I envy
your future husband." -
The maid turned an appealing face to-
ward him. "Would—would you mind in-
troduoing him?" she asked.
In the Psychological Class..
Professor (to students)—"Gentlemen, I
cannot supply a bettor definition of ,nixed
feelings than by giving an illustration.
Suppose your tailor and the postman, with
a registered letter containing your monthly
remittance,knocked at your door at one and
the same time:"—Dorfbarbier.
Hard to Squeeze Off.
There was once a young woman of Chester,
Who was eager to sing when one pressed
her:
When she once got a start
She would sing with such art
That it took trwenty men to arrest he#
Gambling Item.
First Police Captain—I ant going to put
a stop to this gambling business in my pre-
cinct.
Second Police Captain -A good idea. It
is a disgrace to the city, but I don't think
you can atop it.
"I'll bet a hundred, I can."
"I'11 go you, old man."—Texas Siftings.
A Frank Statement,
"Have you ever reed 'The Last of the
Mohicans,' Mrs. Boodlerox?" asked the
young man who had been making himself
agreeable.
"No," she replied in a tone of affable con.
fidenee, "I must confess that I haven't read
any of them."
The One Who Was Hurt.
"Did von hurt yourself, love?" naked
Mrs. Larkin, tenderly, as the hammer
came down on her husband's thum nail,
and he announced the fact with a shriek.
"Not" howled Larkin, "It was the man
in the moon I hurt."
An Artful Maid.
Mother—Why, Rosalie, I thought you
were going driving with Mar. do Riche.
What are you wearing black for?
Rosalie—You know the poor fellow is
in mourning for his wife, and I want to
show my sympathy.
- _ --- - HigloPricad-Starvatdifh–
"Hullo, Cadl What are you eating?'
"Toothpick."
"That all?"
"Yes. Only got thirty cents, and after
I've tipped the waiter I'll only have five.
Dan't got anything here for five cents."
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Neuralgia, Sciatica,
L u rrlbago, Backache,
Headache,
Toothache,
Sore Throat,
Frost Bites, Sprains,
Bruises, Burns, Etc.
3gld by Drnengt s and Dealers everywhere.
Fifty Castes bottle. B res3iops to
1I Languages,
THE CHARLES A. VOGEt.EEli CO.,Baltinop. Uzi
Canadian Depot: Toronto, Ont.
Electric Thstorr
RestonCroy Hair to its Original
Colder. Beauty and Softness
Keeps the Head Clean
Cool and free from Dandruff.
Cures Irritation and Itch-
ing ()lithe Scalp!
Gives a beautiful gloss and perfume to the
hair, produces a now grog th, and wit stop
the falling out in a few days. Will not sail
the skin or the most dclicato head-dress.
FULL DIRECTIONS WITtr EACH BOTTLE.
Try it and bo convinced. Price Fifty
Cents per Bottle. Refuse all Substitutes.
SOLE AGENT FOIi CANADA.
H. SPENCER CASE
Chemist, No. 50 King Street West
T-1,r,,iit,n Oat--.
Sold by J. II. CO14113E.
$900
SALARY and Com-
■ mission to Asante, Alun ani
Women, Teachers and Clergymen, to introduce a
new and popular stunelaid bock,
Testimony of 19 Centuries to
Jesus of Nazareth.
The most remarkable religious book of the ego,
written by 800 eminent scholars, Non-sectarian.
Every Christian Windt it. Exclusive territory
given. Apply to THE HENRY BILI.
PUBLISHING CO., Norwich, Conu.
NIIMINmEmanielga
New Blacksmith Shap
GEORGE TROWIIILL has opened out a gen-
eral Blacksmith and Repair Shop in the
building lately occupied by Mr. Cauley, opposite
Fair's lumber yard, Albert street, Clinton, Ont.
Blacksmith and Iron Work in all its branches.
Horse -Shoeing promptly attended to and satis-
faction guaranteed. The public are invited to -
call before ordering any class of work in the
above line,.
497—tf GEORGE TROWIIILL.
Forest city Business College
—AND—
SHORTHAND INSTITUTE,
London, Ont.,
Is without doubt the most THOROUGH ane
PRACTICAL institution in CANADA.
GRADUATES of both sexes ASSISTED To good
rosiness. Over fifty of last season's students
in positions.
CATALOGUE FREE.
J. W. WESTERVELT
PRINCIPAL.
House and Lot for Rent or Sale.
Comfortable six -room house on Orange street
Bard and soft water and other conveniences
Tho house is in good condition and a nice lot in
connection. Will be aoid er rented reasonable.
Apply to ;JAMES COOK,
070-41 Clinton.
Notice to Pig Breeders.
I will bold for the improvement of stook, the
coming eeaeon,my noted Industrialprize-winninghog, Royal, Tont, 1024, O.B.R., which I purchased
last winter from Canada's loading breeders,
Messrs. J. G. Snell & Bro., Brampton, who in
pedigree given state was tbo winner of 2 monde
at Toronto Industrial Fair. Terms—$1 prompt
Dash, with privilege of returning for seven weeks
fr<.m time of bringing first; registered animals,
$5.
I have for sale the male portion of Queen Bee's
first litter. Queen Bee won second of Toronto
for sow 1 year and under 2 }'ears, in 1890, in
Berkshire class.
wer Special Prize of $5 in gold will be given for
beet litterof grade pigs from Royal Tom, littered
in 1892, and shown at next Huron Central Fair.
677.81" GEORGE HOARE, near Clinton
NOTICE.
There being some misunderstanding with re-
gard to wreckngb, let it be distinctly understood
that if any person takes possession of any kind
of wreckage and tails to report to inc I shall at
once tette proceedings. Remember this is the
last warning I shall give. CAPT. WM. BABB.
Receiver of Wrecks, Ooderich.
Ooderlch, Sept. 7th 1891.
Dressed Hogs Wanted.
The enhsoriber will pay the highest market
price for any number of dressed hogs delivered at
tbo Commercial hotel, Clinton. Arrangements
eon be made at any time for future delivery.
Apply to HY SHARPER,
Commercial Hotel, Clnton.
M. 0. JOHNSTON,
BARRISTER; - SOLICITOR,
COMMISSIONER, Eto.,
OFFros:—Our. Hamilton and;St, Andrew's Ole.
GODERICH, - - •ONT.
Money to loan at lowest rates.
WANTED :—Purehaeora for 160 tone No. 1 Coal,
Stove and Chesnut.
Orders lett at Swallow's grocery promptly at-
tended to.
WANTED: -1000 Cords of Wood delivered at
Clinton Salt Works. J. MaGARDA.
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