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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton New Era, 1895-03-29, Page 34 Atrammotsmaimualasw the clang of a corning a's'Ixry P WW1 it the beat of drums, the clamor and clash of swords, the treading of marching feet ? No, nct any of these. Only the creaking of the fan of the windmill, which was whirling at an astonishing rate. Only the noise of the shaking window frames. Only the Clatter of milk pails piled outside the door, Slain l .Bang 1 Bessie sprang from the rocker. Erect she stood, dazed, bewildered, still half asleep. A shutter ,lied been, blown vio- lently against the window. Rad a storm begun while she slept.? She rushed to the casement, looked out— rather, she strove to look out. Ten feet beyond the pane she could see ab- solutely nothing. The whole world was white, wild, whirling. "A snow storm 1" gasped Bessie. But it was no ordinary snow storm that had blown up. It was the terr°fle, the memorable visit of March 12, 1892. Suddenly she cried out, such a fright- ened, quivering cry. "Willie 1 Baby Willie !" Quick as a Hash she flung a heavy old shawl of her mother's over her head, and unlatched the kitchen door. The furious wind tore it from het hold, and dashed it fiercely back against the wall. vainly she strove to close it behind her. The snow was driving in, swirling over the floor. She loosened the storm door. That, the wind dashed into place just after she had made a frantic plunge into the storm. Oh, such a storm ! Bessie bad lived on the prairie since she was a baby, and had seen the elements in their many moods and ca- prices. But she had never seen nor imagined anything like this. From the four quarters of the earth the wind seemed to be blowing. The snow had not the softness one associates with snow. It was a dense, enveloping, im- penetrable cloud, filled with particles, Icy, stinging, sharp as needle points. The cold was intense. Objects ten feet away were absolutely indistinguish- able. Ten ? N'ty, they were mere shapes at five -at three. From the rear of the house a narrow wooden sidewalk ran down past the barn, past the paddock, towards the "draw." In that direction fled Bessie. The shawl was torn from her head. She held it in her fingers as she ran. She would need it when she found Willie. But soon she was cff the walk, and floundering along through rifts and drifts of blinding snow. Where was the barn? She strained her eyes to make out the familiar structure. It was blotted out. All the world wes blotted out. She could feel nothing, see nothing but snow - nothing. Where was the paddock ? She was answered by running into a harrier. She flung out her hands as the shock sent her reeling. Her palms were cruelly lacerated with the barb wire which formed the pasture fence. She knew now where she stood. About two yards to the left began the descent of the bluff, in the ravine in which she had last seen the child she sought. Her shawl wound itself around her body in a manner which impeded her progress as she stumbled on. She could feel she was going down the "draw;" feel, for sight was useless in such a storm. The dear little lad ! if she could only find him ! She imagined him crouch- ing down, trembling, sobbing, fright- ened; and growing stark and helpless with cold. She tried to accelerate her speed -to rush down the incline. She tripped, fell; but she was up again in a second, battling on. Down at"last. Here in the hollow between the prairie slopes, the blizzard raged less fiercely than above. "Willie!" she called. She could hardly hear her own voice. "Willie I" she shrieked. But the wind swept the word from her lips, and the sound was soft as a sigh. If she could only see ! She put up her hand and rubbed her eyes. The lashes were wet with freezing sleet. Her hair was one stiff, matted mass, Her feet ached with the sharp, biting cold. She tried to pray. "Dear God, Baby Willie I Oh, dear God, Baby Willie 1" That was all she uttered. All at once she stumbled over some- thing -something scarlet in the snow. Eagerly she grasped it. She dragged it up to her breast. She wrapped, as hest her cold hands could, the shawl around it. Dead? Oh, no, no 1 She could feel the shivering pressure of the little limbs as she cuddled them to her. Oh, for strength to reach home 1 Or would they both freeze, and lie down here, and be buried in the snow ? A heavy burden for her slight arms, for her freezing hands, the sturdy baby she carried; a burden made still heavier by his present semi -stupor. She grip- ped her numb fingers around him. She hent her head. Beaten, swayed, buffeted, she made her way up the hill. She reached the level. She could not go much farther. Her hold of Willie was relaxing. He was slipping from her, or so she fancied. The hitter, hitter cold 1 her very heart was paining with it. Her whole slender, unpro- tected body was racked with its agony. Was that the house? Directly be- fore her something dark had loomed up. She tottered against it. A hay- stack. At its base she sank exhausted. One step farther would he simply a physical impossibility. Tighter she wrapped Willie in the shawi and held him to her. Then, with her back against the haystack, her head bowed forward, her face hidden, she crouched there in torture, which drifted into drowsiness -drowsiness that was dead- James XI. Nicholson; .Almost Passes Belief Nr. Jas. E. Nicholson, Florenceville, N. B., Struggles for Seven Long Years with • CANCER ON,THE LIP, ,AND 18 ,PGIXED BY YERS: Mr. Nicholson says: "I consulted doc- tors who prescrtl)ed for me, but to no purpose; the cancer began to. Eat Into the Flesh spre••d to my chin, and I suffered in• m;u,_y LA' seven long years. Finally I I ^ rtn tritin * Ayer's Sarsapar111a. in a \Yech or two 1 t ul ced a Deckled Improvement. Encouraged by this result, I perse- vere 1, nuul in a mouth or so the sore under my chin began to heal. In three months my Hp b"'gn a to heal, and, after using the •Sarsa.aliIIa for six months the last trace of the cancer disappeared.'1 Ayar's Sarsaparilla Admitted at the World's Fair. 1F1'lt's 1'ti�.a t.,,g,a.atte ..au )ioweia. ROI Bessie Braved the Blizzard. "Oh, dear !" sighed Bessie, "how dreary it all looks !" And indeed the view seen from the window of the big, white Western farm house was anything but cheerful. Bare, brown, treeless prairie all around; a sullen, wintry sky overhead, and not a living creature in eight, except a distant speck of scarlet down in the "draw" -Baby Willie at play. Indoors it was pleasant enough. Bessie was a brisk and tidy little house- keeper. When, immediately after din- ner, her father had brought round the team, and he and her mother bad driv- en off to town to do their regular weekly shopping, or "trading" as they called it, Bessie had hustled about at a wonderful rate. She had washed the dishes, and put them in a shining row on the yellow pine dresser; she had polished the stove, and brought in wa- ter; she had swept the , room, and straightened the rocker cushions; she had "sponge" for the bread that was to be worked at night, and baked early in the morning; she had shaken the gray strip of rag carpe;, and dusted the clock shelf, and ranged the chairs by the wall with mathematical precision. Then she had washed her face and hands in the bright tin pan kept for that purpose on a backless chair near the door, and brushed and braided her ::oft, brown hair. She took off her apron of blue checked gingham, put on one of snowy nainsook, hung a clean roller towel on the rack, and put a ket- tle of water on the fire. Then she had taken up her one dear story book and sat down to read. It was a tremendously attractive book to the girl who had been brought up in the tameness and monotony of prairie life; it was all about great, good and brave women; about Florence Nightingale, Joan of Arc and Grace Darling and Ida Lewis, and heroines of every time and place. A beautiful book 1 But Bessie laid it down with the consciousness that she had been intruding, that the company in the brilliance of whose deeds she had been basking was altogether too lofty and magnanimous for her. So she went ever to the window and leaned her head against the pane, and thought how hard it was to be a hero- ine in Nebraska. There was no war here, no plague, not even any Indians now. And nothing ever happened. And pondering over this had caused her to give a long sigh, and voice her discontent over the dreariness of all creation. It was no wonder her life was a wee bit lonely. The nearest neighbors lived a mile away. Willie was too young to be company for her. What did he care about her vague, delightful dreams -about her heroines? And her parents had decided she was not strong enough to go to school that winter. Indeed, were she permitted to do so, the girl would find it a recreation; merely that. For she knew quite as much as her rather inefficient. young teacher could attempt to teach her. She was a slender, delicately formed girl of sixteen. Her hair, of a crispy silkiness, was parted over her for ebead in old-fashioned style. Her eyes -7 large, hazel, dreamy, had a certain quiet, direct way of regarding one. Her rather clumsily made gown had a frill of home made crochet at the neck and wrists. How the windmill was creaking ! And now the bare snow- ball branches in the front yard were rattling ! and what a brisk tattoo the skeleton sunflower by the back door was playing on its panels! But Baby Willie was enjoying him- self. She co'kl see him running up and down the "draw," dragging his little waggon after him. She turned away. She sat in the big wooden rocker. She curled herself up like a comfort loving kitten. And rocking, and thinking, somehow or other, she rocked and thought the cosy kitchen away. She didn't live in Ne- braska, within five miles of the town of Bubble. She was not Bessie Linard at all. She was a brave woman in a frail heat, out on a stormy sea. She was a helmeted heroine. leading hosts to battle. She was - What a deafening noise 1 Was it Children Crytfor ALL MEN Young, old or middle-aged, who find them- selves nervous, weak and exhausted, who are broken down from excess or over -work, resulting in many of the following symp- tome :-Mental depression, premature old age, loss of vitality, loss of memory, bed dreams, dimness of eight, palpitation of the heart, emissions, lank of energy, pain in the kidneys, headaohe, pimples on the face and body, itching or peculiar sensation about the scrotum, wasting of the organs, dizzi- ness, specks before the eyes, twitching of the musoles, eyelids and elsewhere, bash- fulness, deposits in the trine, lose of will power, tenderness of the scalp and spine, weak and flabby muscles, desire to sleep, failure to be rested by sleep, constipation, dullness of hearing, loss voice, desire for solitude, excitability of temper, sunken eyes, surrounded with LEADEN otnctES, oily looting akin, etc., are all symptoms of ner- vous debility, that lead to insanity, unless cured. The spring or vital force having lost its tension, every function wanes in oonsequenae. Those who through abuse aommitted in ignorance, may be perma- nently cured. Send your address and 10e i l stamps for book on diseases peculiar to men, pent sealed, Addr'ese M. V, LUAO1, 2 sdpcl§ttnell, vee,%%route,Ont.,Oanada 1 aso mention this paper. CLINTON" NEW ERA lyas dellUicie !"ous) '�Wl That was the first word she said, en- deavored to say,when the loug.wretch- ed deliriuni fever was over at last. Where was she? Not out on the prai- tie! Net in that awful white whirl - ; wind ! Not at the foot of the haystack! Surely this was her mother's bed. The brilliant patch -work quilt, she knew that. The fire of corncobs in the tiny stove smelled familiar. And the voice was her mother's. She could not dream a voice. "He is well, darling, safe and well. Hush ! you must not talk yet," When she woke again, Dr Hender- son was standing by the bed. and just behind him was Willie's wee, rosy, roguish face. "You will be better soon now," the doctor said, "though it is a wonder you lived. You were unconscious when your father found you on his return from town." Just"then her father came in. He said very little, but he stroked tenderly the thin hand on the gay calico coun- terpane. "And -and Willie ?" "He was not much worse, thanks to you. You had him well piotected. Come here, Willie." He lifted the little chap on the bed. Sbe smiled as she felt the clasp of the small, strong arms. "Is it -snowing still ?" The doctor laughed. "Dear child. it is May," he said. She looked bewildered. "It was an awful blizzard," the doc- tor went on ; "the worst ever known out West. The papers were full of it. Many perished. Some people were very brave and unselfish and saved the lives of others. " Their deeds, at least those that came to public knowledge, were praised all through the country. Yours was as grand as any. You are a heroine, Bessie." He was a young man, a good looking man. "A powerful smart doctor," the Western people averred, among whom he had elected to practice. It had taken the exercise of all his skill to save Bessie Linard's life, and now he felt corresponding) elated. "Oh, no!" said Bessie very slowly and seriously; I thought no one could be a heroine in Nebraska. "Gracious l" exclaimed Dr Hender- son, and he looked gravely at the wan, sweet face on the pillow. "Besides," she went on, meeting his glance with that quiet, direct, convinc- ing gaze she had, and with just a flick- er of rose -bloom coming into her cheeks; "heroines do something very wonder- ful,'and I -I only did my best!" That was two years ago. Bessie is eighteen now, and taller, healthier and prettier than ever. She and her mo- ther are busy sewing; for this year there is to be a quiet wedding in the old farm house. When it is over, Bes- sie Linard will not be Bessie Linard any more, but Mrs Dr Henderson. If they were fashionable people Willie would be pressed into service as a page. But as they are not anything of the sort, he will figure in the important ceremony merely as a boy, in a new corduroy suit and a blue silk necktie; a boy who possesses a fond pride in his sister, and a tremendous appreciation of wedding cake. HAVE A GREAT REPUTATION HERE. T. 13. Taylor, Esq., merchant, Welland, says : "Stark's Powders have a great repu- tation about here as an immediate as well as a permanent cure for Headache, Bilious- ness, Neuralgia, Liver and Stomach com- plaints, Costiveness. I know people who have been long and great sufferers,who have tried almost everything, and have been, cored liy tbem. We have used them in our own family with remarkable success." Two preparations in each box. Sold by all medicine dealers at 25c a box, 5 boxes $1 ice to take. THE TWO BILLS. Two bills were waiting in the bank for their turn to go out into the world. One was a little bill, only one dollar; the other was a big bill, a thousand dollar bill. While lying there side by side, they fell a -talking about their usefulness. Thy dollar bill murmured out, "Ah, if I were as big as you, what good I would dol I could move in such high places, and people would be so careful of me wherever I should go. Everybody would admire me, and want to take me home with them; but small as I am, what good can I do. Nobody cares much tor me. I am too little to be of any use." "Ah, yes! that is so," said the thous- and dollar bill,and it haughtily gather- ed up its well trimmed edges that were lying next the little bill in conspicious superiority, "That is so," it repeated. "If you were as great as I am, a thous- and times bigger than you are, then you might hope to do some good in the world," and its face smiled a wrinkle of contempt for the little dollar bill. Just then the cashier comes, takes the little murmuring bill and kindly gives it to a poor widow. "God bless your she cries, as with a smiling face shereceives it. "My dear, hungry children can now have some- thing to eat." A thrill of joy ran through the little hill as it was folded up in the widow's hand, and it whispered, "I am doing some good if I am small." And when it saw the bright faces of her father- less children, it was very glad that it could do a little good. Then the little dollar bill began its journey of usefulness. It went first to the baker's for bread, then to the mill- er's, then to the farmer's, then to the minister ; and wherever it went, it gave pleasure, adding something to their comfort and joy. At last, after a long, long pilgrimage of usefulness among every sort of peo- Iple, it came back to the bank again, crumpled, defaced, ragged, softened, by its daily use. Seeing the thousand dollar hill lying there, with scarcely a wrinkle or a finger mark upon it, it exclaims, "Pi ay, sir, and what has been your mission of usefulness?" The big bill sadly replied, "I have been from safe to safe among the rich, where few could see me, and they were afraid to let me go out, lest I should he lost. Few indeed are they whom I have made happy by my mission." The little dollar hill said, "It is bet- ter to be small, and going among the multitudes doing good, than be so great as to be imprisoned in the safes of the few," and it rested satisfied with its lot. MORA r.. -The dolngwell of our every- day duties makes one the most useful and happy. Children Cry for . Pitches 's Castotle. WHAT HARD TINES WIIJI+ D0. The bard times have caused many to resort to unaccustomed labors for a living. In Philadelphia, according to the Record, there are many men filling positions as motormen and conductors who are of more than ordinary intelli- gence. Otte of the motormen on 'an Eightli street car was until six months ago a stook brocker in no mean finan- cial circumstances. He was forced to sell his home in West Philadelphia and retire from business a bankrupt. He is filling the position of motorman very, creditably, although he chafes under the necessity of earning a liv- ing. A conductor en the Fifth and Sixth streets line claims to be a grad- uate of Oxford university, and several men throughout the city are known to be college graduates. There are one or two men who were at one time civil engineers in the employ of the electric traction company, and a young man who is at present pulling a bell rope on a Lancaster avenue is a graduate in medicine who failed to build up a prac- tise and was compelled to resort to other means to earn a livelihocd. THANKFUL TO -DAY THAT HE IS WELL. LORENZO PULISTON, A WELL KNOWN CITIZEN OF SYDNEY MINES, C.B., TELLS How Buie. DOCK BLOOD BITTERS CURED HIM OF SCRO- FULA, SPOTS, BLEMISHES, L' TO, Dear Sirs, -I am thankful to say that through the use of B.B.B. I am strong and healthy to -day. I was troubled with scro- fula and spots and blemishes all over n'y body.. Being recommended to try B.B.B. I did so, and can positively say it made a perfect cure. The first bottle was very sugoessful, and before I had taken half of the second I was completely well. I re- commend B. 13. B. to all comers. LORENzo PuLISTON, Sydney Mines, C. B. NOT A LONG COURTSHIP. "Was yours a long courtship, old fellow?" "Gracious nol My wife had nine little brothers and sisters." "Really. But what difference did that make?" "What difference? Well, if you had to bribe a crowd like that to keep out of the drawing -room every time you went to see your girl you'd soon want to cut short the expense." The story is told of Paderewski, he of the long locks and supple fingers, that he was invited to tea by a New York millionaire. The pianist rather coldly referred his intended host to his agent. When the agent was seen the first question he asked was: "I suppose Mrs V— will expect Paderewski to play?" I suppose so." Then Mr Pad- erewski will accept your invitation as an engagement;' "Ob, very well, :if you prefer to put it that way," return- ed the millionaire "What are :the terms?" "Three thousand dollars for one piece and Mr Paderewski will con- sent to a single encore." The terms were not accepted. Many people, with the notion that nature ought to take care of herself, allow a cough to plague them for weeks or months. Whereas, if nature were assisted with a dose or two of Ayer's Cherry Pectoral, the cure might be effected in a very few days. Two friends ran for sheriff in Wolfe county, Ky., and each received the same number of votes. They agreed to draw lots for the office. The Re- publican won, and the Democrat has neen appointed his deputy. They share equally the receipts from their respec- tive positions. D \ Q ' Fr r CLEAR SKIN. CONSTIPATION CO INDIGESTIC N. DIZZINESS. C-RUPTIONSON THE SKIN. BEAUTIFIES •'COMPLEXION. GIVES FRESH- NESS An Agreeable Laxative and NERVE TONIO. Bold by Druggists or Bent by Mail. 25o., OOo., and $1.00 per package. Samples free. KO /10 The Favorite TOOTH POWDER for the Teeth and Breath, 2Ga POWDERS Cure SICK HEADACHE and Neuralgia in so MINUTRB also Coated Tongue Dizzi- ness, Biliousness, Pain in the Side, Constipation, Torpid Liver Bad Breath. to stay cured also regulate the bowels. veer MOD ro PRIOR 25 CANTS AT DRuo STORM:. i J. C. STEVENSON, -THE LEADING— UNDERTAKER —AND— EMBALMER. A FULL LIND OF GOODS KEPI' it STOCK TheyestEmbtalming Flu%dused Splendid Hearse. ALBI]RTST.,CLINTON Residence overstore OPPOSITE TOW HALL younmieumiarmuirmustreiromeorewast Wh4t is CASTOR Castoria is Dr. Samuel Pitcher's prescription for Infants and Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine net other Narcotic substance. It is a harmless substitute for Paregoric, Drops, Soothing Syrups, and Castor 011. It is Pleasant. Its guarantee is thirty years' use by Millions of Mothers. Castor's destroys Worms and allays feverishness. Castoria prevents vomiting Sour Curd, cures Diarrhoea and Wind Colic. Castoria relieves teething troubles, cures constipation and flatulency. Castoria assimilates the food, regulates the stomach and bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. Case toria le the Children's Panacea—the Mother's Friend. Castoria. "Castor's is an excellent medicine for chil- dren. Mothers have repeatedly told me of iia good effect upon their children." Da. G. 0. Naomi, Lowell, Mass. "Castor's is the best remedy for children of which I am acquainted. I hope the day is not far distant when mothers will consider the real interest of their children, and use Castoria in- stead of thevariouaquack nostrums -which are destroying their loved ones, by forcing opium, morphine, soothing syrup and other hurtful agents down their throats, thereby sending them to premature graves." Da. J. F. xmCHELOE, Conway, Ark. Castoria. "Caster•ta is so well adapted tochildren' t'ball I recommend it astiuperlortoanypr'aslslpUon known to me." S. A. Ancona, M. D., III Bo. Oxford 8G, Brooklyn, N. T. "Our physicians in the children's depart mast have spoken highly of their expari once in their outside practice withCastorls, and although we only have among our medical supplies what is known as regular products, yet we are free to confess that tee merits of Castoria has won us to loot with favor upon it." UNITED Hoa'rrAr. AND Dammam:, Beaton, Mem ALLZN C. Serra, Pt'ea-. The Centaur Company, Til Murray Street, New York Olay. As many good things are likely to. But you are safe in running the risk if you keep a bottle of Perry Davis' PAIN KILLER at hand. It's a never -failing antidote for pains of all sorts. Sold by all Druggists. Does -One teaspoonful 1n a half Was of water or mak (warm 1f convenient.) BTR=CTLY CASH After the 1st of February, I,will sell for Cash or its equivalent -feeling as- sured it will be the most satisfactory to all. It will enable me to buy my goods to better advantage. and conse- quently will sell at a closer margin, giving my customers the benefit. Thanking my customers and Patrons for the liberal support extended to me in the past, 1 respectfully solicit a con- tinuance of your favor, feeling assured that the Cash System, being the true principle, will recommend itself to all tight thinking,people. The Crown Blend and Russian Blend—We direot your attention to those high grade Indian and Ceylon Blends. I have had the exclusive sale of these Teas with meet gratifying results; nothing bat high grade Teas are used in these blends ; ask for these and take no other; get sample. Sole agent for Sailor Boy brand Japan Tea, 30c., 41b for $1. Special value in all Teas. Fresh Lake Herring, Boneless Codfish, Fresh Haddook,Finan Haddie,CannedFish Canned Corn, Peas and Tomatoes, Flour Oatmeal, &c. Bargains in Crockery,China Glassware, Dinner, and Toilet Sete, etc. Produce taken as Cash. N. ROBSON, — Clinton OUR STOCK OF LADIES' ONDERCLUTgIIVG Is the largest, Cheapest and best we have evershown. LONG SLEEVED VESTS From 15c to. $1.501each• Full range:vof CHILDRENS' VESTS in three qualities Men's SHIRTS and DRAWERS from 30c. to $` . RO BT. COATS & SON CLINTON HTT'3E3 P OCMP XMAS a-ooDs New Raisins, New Currants, New Peels, (Lemon, Citron, Orange) Fresh Extracts Oranges, Lemons, Nuts, (Walnuts, Filberts and Almonds). In Crockery, we have a fine assortment of Tea Sete, Dinner Sets, Toilet Sete, Lamp Goods, Hanging Lamps, Parlor Lamps and Library Lamps, r anoy Cups and Sancere, goods to suit the times. C4 -1414a +:0 SI'ALIA) W, - 011into >