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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron News-Record, 1895-05-29, Page 6Tr Ward. A LIFE SAVED 8Y TAKING' AYERPECTORAL CHERRY •'Seyears ago I caught a severe cold attended with a terrible cough that allowed me no rest, either day or night. The doc- tore pronounced sty case hopeless. A friend learning of my trouble, sent me a bottle of Ayer's Cherry Pectoral, By the time I had cureed�and Ihbelieve-Itesav d myilfe."—sly 111. WARD, 8 Quimby Ave„ Lowell, Mass. WW Ayer's Cherry Pectoral Highest Awards at World's Fair. Lifer's Pins; the Best Family Physio. rhe Huron News -Record $1.25 a Year—$1.0)ln Advance WEDNESDAY, MAY 211th, 1895. Sir James Grant on Forest Protection. In the course of his speech on the Budget, Sir James Grant performed a -duty too often neglected by our legis- lators. He reminded the House that the two main foundations of our na- tional wealth are our forests and our minerals, and entered a strong plea for the better protection of the forrner.• in Europe, the greatest care is taken of them. - He saia : "Now forests have become so import- ant in the opinion of the people of the various European countries that the Governments of those countries have appointed agents, who are called chiefs of the forestry departments, to take entire control and superintendence of these areas.' And, as a result, millions of dollars have been saved in various portions of Europe which would have been entirely lost, were it not for the care and supervision exercised over these immense sources of revenue." Canadians, however, are on the op- posite tack. As Sir James said : "In Canada we know perfectly well that more forests have been destroyed within the last 25 years than would have built the Canadian Pacific Railway from ocean to ocean." This is a most timely warning and will, no doubt, have its proper effect in the right quarter. We roust not waste our forest capital. A Remarkable Cure.—J. W. Jenni- son, Gilford—Spent between $200 and $300 in consulting Doctors ; tried Dixon's and all other treatments but got no benefit. One box of Chase's Catarrh Cure did the more good than all other remedies, in fact I consider myself cured, and with a 25 cent box at that. Mrs. Mack, alias Tinsey McMillan, who was mixed up in the stamp coun- terfeiting case in Hamilton, was com- mitted to jail at Buffalo in default of $5,000 bail. For Over Fifty Years MRes WINSLOW'S SOOTHING Svnvr has been ailed by millions of mothere for their children while teething. If disturbed at night and broken of your rest bya aick child suffering and prying wish pain of Cutting Teeth send at 0003 and get a bottto of "Mrs. Winslow's :Soothing Syrup" torOhildren Teething. It will relieve the poor little sufferer Immediately. Depend upon it, mothers, there is no mi -,take about it. It• cures Dlar- nccoa, regulates the Stomach and Sowell, onree Wind Colic, softens the Gum',. reduces Ind.mmation, and gives tone and ener:y to the whole system. "Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup" tor children teething is pleasant to the taste and is the prevoription of one of theoldest and best lam Ile eh vsic•'.uns and nurses In the United Status. Prior: twenty five cents a bAtle. Sold by elf druggists throughout tion world. Be sure and auk lOr"MRS. WINS LO W'S y OOTatNG Srato," That $75,000 which Great Britain got from Nicaragua, with the addition of all the honor gained by the affair, will not compensate the mother coun- try for the loss of Capt. Trench, of the ship Royal Arthu,, who caught a fever at Corinto and died at sea on the voyage to Victoria, B. C. The whole business wasn't worth the lite of one brave and copetent officer. Food, when it sours on the stomach, 'lecomes innutritive and unwholesome. It poisons the blood, and both mind and body suffer in consequence. What is needed to restore perfect digestion is a. dose or two of Ayer's Pills. They never fail to relieve. The French steamer La Gascogne is ,:gain overdue. Last February, when she arrived in New York after most people had given her up for lost, the sympathetic ladies of Gotham flocked to her pier and embraced and kissed the ship's officers. Perhaps the remembr- ance of that sweet experience has something to do with the present delay. EXPERIENCE HAS PROVED IT. A triumph in medicine was attained when experience proved that Scott's Emulsion world not only stop the pro- gress of Pulmonary Consumption, but by its continued use, health and vigor could be fully restored. The License Commissioners at Toron- to have decided to grant a wine and beer license for Hanlan's Hotel. .t• FAItMEns wanting Hardy, Native Stock to plant this corning Fall or Spring may pay for it in work. We want, men with or without experience on full or part time. Salary and ex- penses or commission. Write at once for further information.—BROWN BROTHERS COMPANY, Continental Nurseries, Toronto, Ont. -872-3m. TUE L OIC or OL MER'S, *AN A sandy, indulatiptg expanpe of eggn- try With the dry. parchedappearance peculiar to the interior of $olith Africa, and with a background of purplish green hills. A few tulles from the baste of the highest elevation is an immense pit, nearly 200 feet deep, large enough tQ contain a good-sized opera. house. It narrows toward the bottom, which hi honeycombed with partly filled exca, vatlona and miniature tunnels. For this hi "Clymer's Pan," which only two years before was • swarming with black and white diamond seekers. The hum of voices and conttnuoua clatter of iron buckets rushing along small steel cables to the upper edge of the pit rose on the dusty air from morning, till night. But the diamond bearing reef was unusually shallow and soon exhausted. Then the little colony left Clymer's for fresh fields and pastures comparatively new, and the "Pan" lay silent and deserted till Mus- grave, Brophy, Jim Vance and myself struck it to a sort of desperation. We had exhausted our resources at Kimberly in the purchase of a claim which proved to have been "salted" by a sharp practitioner and yielded no re- turn whatever. So, as fortunes are not unfrequently made by sheer luck and THE SKULKING FORM SPRINGS. chance in working over abandon claims we had migrated to Clymer's, 200 miles further Inland, where we had taken in- formal possession of the most habitable of the few tumble down shanties and gone to work. Hot is no name for it, even though the Western sun no longer pours its scorching rays over the edge of the reef. Not a breath of air from above reaches us in our" walled -in inclosure, and the fine dust from the pulverized blue clay on the sorting tables is stifling. Musgrave and Brophy, who are a sep- arate firm by themselves, are at one side of the Pan—Jim Vance and I, who have been partners since we left the bark Royal Prince at Cape Town al- most a year before are stationed near- ly opposite. Each couple has a Kaffir, who stolidly wields pick and shovel. The Africans are under the Inspection of myself on one side and Brophy at the other. For the Kaffir, thanks to his intercourse with civilization, is an adept In shaft. Gumbo and Balaam have chosen to follow our little party for what they hope to steal—whether stray gems or articles of our personal outfit. "Time to knock off," says Jim, with a sigh . of relief, as he lays down his sorting knife on the table and glances ruefully at the half-dozen small bits of 'cleavage" or fragments from im- perfect diamonds which represent the day's find. A glance of satisfaction Is apparent on Gumbo's stolid face. He is a -stal- wart Kaffir, naked, with the exception of a waist cloth, and the look of a child- like innocence with which he submits to the usual examination after the day's work is finished would do credit to Bret Harte's Heathen Chinee. It is not agreeable to run one's fingers through the kinky wool of a perspiring African in search of possible gems therein concealed, to explore with one's fingers his cavernous mouth, or to see that the waist -cloth is taken off and thoroughly shaken. But all these are among the many unpieasantnesses In the diamond fields. Indeed, in the more productive mines, a far more un- pleasantly rigid search is made by men employed for this special service, and yet, despite all precautions, the wily Kaiflrs manage to steal annually gems estimated to be worth nearly half a million dollars. Gumbo spreads apart his fingers and toes to show that there is only native soil between them, and to my relief the examination is over. A similar operation having been gone through with on the other side of the "Pan" our little parties strike work for the day and clamber up to terra firma. Musgrave and Brophy pair off together to their own shanty. Jim Vance and I enter ours, which is on the very verge overhanging the excavation, and pro- ceed to get supper. That is to say, we bake an Australian "damper," warm over the tough mutton stew left from dinner and make tea at the rough stone fireplace. Leaving the remnants for Gumbo, who has mysteriously disap- peared, Jim and I light our pipes and set ourselves just outside the shanty door• Brophy and his party keep to themselves, rather to our relief. We know nothing of them further than our casual meeting on the way to Clymer's, but both feel a sort of instinctive dis- trust of the two men whose personal appearance is by no means 1n their fa- vor. Meanwhile the great white moon is not only flooding veldt and plain with silver, but is pouring its light, with almost noon -day splendor, down to the very bottom of the great shaft yawning beneath us. Taking his pipe from his mouth Jim suddenly points downward with the stem. "There's that rascally Kaffr of ours trying his old trick of unearthing a stone that he's found and hid away while he was digging to -day," he ex- claims wrathfully. Looking down I plainly see the form of the African in a half -stooping post- ure In the middle of the claim we have been working. Something else I see a moment later, to which I call Jim's at- tention. A man cleating cautionsly in the di- rection of the unconscious Gumbo, un- der cover of the scattered clay heaps left by the miners' picks. Jim trtvolun- tarily glances toward the distant shah• ty tenated by Brophy and his partner. No light shines from the solitary win- dow, nor are there signs of life in the vicinity. We both rise and as we do, Gumbo beneath erects his tall, black figure, strangely silhouetted against the background of silver light. His gaze il� gtt isle g3t4eRxeRQkletI palm. frown wh h, u endden ray Of alnleet daz• Oh; ingen; ;tf tt{ flaeired in the refalact- 434 Men F bel Met "Hyp ,j 've 1" exelaims Jim tinder Ills breath, for only a atoneof extraw din- - ary i';lze and luster could One manifest Its presence, puisne tate stand ,half hest- •tatIngly,, the 4u1king Airs we had no- ticed • ypringa forward with a tiger's ,leap and grasps the outstretched hand. Uttering a half -suppressed oath, jim draws his 'revolver and rushes toward the steep pathway leading downward to the bottom of the "Pan" while I, being unarmed, rush Into the shanty tor my rifle. Then I hurry down into the excavation, at the imminent danger of breaking my neck, but an instant too late. (lp the steep ascent on the other side I see a man clambering, followed by five revolver bullets as fast as Jim can cock aid fire. But his aim is Ineffect- ual, and before I can bring my own weapon to bear the living target dis- appears over the shaft with a hoarse shout of triumph, Poor Gumbo lies In the agonies of death on the loose clay at the foot of our claim. A glance is sufficient to show that an assassin's knife has done its deadly work. "There isn't a moment tq lose," gasps Jim, who is to a. state of almost deliri- olis excitement, "That villain 'Brophy has done for poor Gumbo, and got away with a diamond which, if half the Kaffir managed to tell me is true, hasn't its match in South Africa." ,Of course, we know that flight will be the next move on the part of Brophy and his associ- ate, the former of whom had probably seen Gumbo stealing back into the shaft and suspecting his errand, followed him with the tragic result we had wit- nessed. Before we had unpicketed and sad- dled our tough Boer ponies, the clatter of flying hoofs breaks the stillness of the night in the direction of the wag- gon trail leading toward the nearest settlement, some fifty miles distant. Jim has to stop to splice a bro,l en sad- dle girth, and, leaving him to follow as soon as possible. I pull on my water- proof riding coat, flying my rifles across my shoulders and in another moment am off in hot pursuit of the two horsemen. They are visible in the strong moonlight, first entering the waggon road roughly cut through the belt of blue gem trees bordering the undulating plain. Pressing my pony to the utmost, I gallop on after them—only one thought being uppermost in my mind—to re- gain at any cost, at any risk, the daz- zling stone of which Jim and I have been despoiled, even while I perfectly realize the dangerous character of the two villains who I am in pursuit of. From time to time I turn my head, hoping to hear the welcome sound of the following hoof beats of Jim's pony; but, as I knew afterward, Jim in his excitement has taken an abandoned waggon road leading in a different di- rection, I listen in vain. On and still on, till the moon slowly sinks from sight behind the purpling crest of the Moliraji range. The faint clatter of the feet of unshod ponies rid- den by the two men I am pursuing has suddenly ceased. The shadows of the gum trees and over -arching ecalyptus loom ghostly in the waning light, and I am half tempted to give up the ehaee till day dawn. Suddenly my steed gives a startled snort and stops so abruptly as nearly to pitch me over its head. Is it at the sight of a blasted old tree which stretches one leafless limb as though pointing warningly to the ruined kraal I am passing ? Or is it -- Two jets of fire suddenly leaping forth from the walls of the dilapidated kraal effectually end my soliloquy. Simultaneously my faded cap is knocked from my head by a pistol ball, and my tough little pony, with a half human cry of pain, staggers and falls, giving me barely time, to clear myself with anger, I unsling my rifle and return the flre—of coure, at ran- dom. Yet, following it I hear a smoth- ered exclamation and a heavy fall. And as I hastily reload, the form of a mount- ed horseman holding the bridal of an- other steed which dashes along at his side scurries through the underbrush and is swallowed up in the shadows. BROPHY'S BODY FOUND. Scaling the dilapidated wall I stumble over the lifeless body of Brophy. His pockets have been hastily rifled by his rascally companion previous to his flight and, of course, the diamond is missing. I take possession of his rifle and side- arms and with a heartfelt wish that he might have met his merited fate at other hands than mine, retrace my steps. Three hours later I reach Clymer's and tell my story to Jim, who himself has returned but a little before. Two days afterward, Jim, the Kaffir Ba- lsam and myself enter the little Dutch settlement of Wakestrom leading our remaining pony on which are packed our mining tools and other traps. In answer to our inquiries we learn that Musgrave, or a person answering his description, sold two horses to a Boer trader a couple of days previous and took the stage coach for Cape Town. There is no telegraph or steam com- mulcatton and of course pursuit is ut- terly fruitless. Before we leave Wakestrom for Du- tolt's where we had decided to make one more effort at retrieving our for- tunes, a copy of the Cape Tpwn "Ad- yoeate" falls into my hands. And it is with somewhat excited voice that I read the following paragraph aloud to Jim : "Yesterday we were favored with a view of the largest diamond which has ever been shown in Cape Town since the Light of Africa, once In possession of Xotz & Braham, the well-known lapi- daries. The stone to which we have reference, weighed in its uncut state, 397 carats, 60 carats less than the Light of Africa. We are assured by experts that it Is not only flawless, but of un- usual brilliancy and whiteness, having been thoroligltly te$ted •ih every M nearly alt we oast^learn tt was first discovered by tt OAllr employed by an. adventurous miner fielded Ausgrave, who hiss been working tier deserted claims in Clymer'& Pan. The Kaffir concealed the stone after the manner of his kind. but his employer was too sharp for him and forced him literally to disgorge the prize, The miner, while intoxicated. and as he asserts, drug- ged, was induced to eel] the stone to a shrewd Cape Town dealer for the pal- try Sum of 11,000. The dealer himself .received in the neighborhood of 12,600 from the syndicate now owing It, who value their posession at upward of 160,- 000, providing the cutting, which is to be done in London, proves a success." "Pleasant little item for us—eh, ,Tim?" I remark, calling up what philosophy I. can summon for the occasion. For obvious reasons I forbear giving Jim's reply. There are some occasions, in life when graceful grammatical lan- guage seems inadequate in expressing ones feelings. T1UCIt.ER FELL FROM GRACE. Dan Tucker Is generally supposed to he a myth. We hear little of him in these days, but about forty years ago his name was familiar to almost every one. The song of :'Old Dan Tucker" was then in vogue with negro min- strels and with street singers and whis- tlers. It was a song originally com- posed in honor of Mr. Tucket's social hospitality, by one of his book com- panions, and afterward from time to time grotesquely changed until it be- came a meaningless ballad, such stan- zas as this having been added by some nonsense verse maker : Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man, He washed his face in a frying pan, He combed his head with a spinning wheel, And he died with the toothache in his left heel. Daniel Byrd Tucker was the second son of Berkeley Tucker, Esq., of Car- roll County, Va., a widower, who cross. H17 TOOK HOLD OF THE JUG AND SHOOK IT. ed the Blue Ridge and settled on a large farm in the upper part of Yadkin County, North Carolina, about 1786, soon thereafter dying and bequeathing his real estate and fourteen slaves to the brothers ,Fairfax and Daniel ; and in two years from the death of the father Falrfax died, leaving his portion to Daniel, For a number of years Daniel, who lived on the farm alone with his faithful slaves, worked the place as- siduously and considerably increased his already neat little fortune ; but be- ing a great and inveterate player of the fiddle, he gradually fell into bad com- pany and began to drink too freely. His house was always open to the whole country. No wedding or other festive occasion was complete unless Dan Tucker was there to play the fiddle. Under his nimble bow "Money Musk," "The Devil's Dream," "Leather Breeches" and such like tunes fairly set rollicking natures ablaze. By and by Dan Tucker commenced to grosy old, and then it occurred to him that he had better get a wife. He accordingly set his eye and fixed his fancy on a comely neighbor—Miss Polly Ann Williams. Dan's father would have choked with rage at mention of such an alliance, for he belonged to partrician stock. Dan inherited the more plebeian nature of his mother and was not choice about some things that would have killed his proud father. Miss Williams was herself a sole heir, owned a large estate and was also a little advanced in years. As soon as she perceived Dan's intentions she promptly gave him to understand that if he wanted her he would have to give up whisky and the fiddle, for she was a Presbyterian of the strictest sect, and she honestly looked upon such things ass deadly enemies to the soul; Finding his suit balked in this way, Dan, with manlike propensity, actually fell dead in love with Miss Polly, and one June evening, when they were strolling to- gether in her rose garden, he solemnly pledged her that he would abandon both drink and the fiddle if she would marry him and further he would join the chulrch, 'And he kept his word and she kept hers. But it went hard with Mr. Tucker, As soon as the novelty of the new state had worn away he began to get restless and gloomy. He missed the music of the bow and occasion- ally longed inexpressibly for a little good whisky. ICverybody remarked the aw- ful change in his looks. He was a slim, aristocratic looking man, and had been given to smart dressing. Now he dress- ed carelessly. Oeoasionally he hinted at his dear old fiddle, but his wife rigid- ly held him to his word. Unfortunately, after a while she began to grow shrew- ish, and this added to Dan's depression, Sometimes he determined to rebel, break his promise and live the happy old life again. Hie flngers fairly itched for the strings and the bow and his gentle soul yearned for the harmless music. Iris health failed. His wife attributed his decline to laziness, resulting from dys- pepsia. One day she announced her intention of going to visit an aged aunt of hers, who lived about four miles away, with a view of getting a recipe for a famous herb tonic then used in those parts. As she had not seen her aunt for a long tithe, she decided to stay over night. Dan saddled her mare for her himself, and politely wishing her a happy visit, watched her until she turned the bend of the road. Sitting alone by his fireside that night—for it was cool autumn weather —Dan was suddenly overcome by a de- sire to at least handle his' fiddle onee more. Opening a little closet over the tall mantelpiece, he drew forth the in- strument and the bow slid after. He was about to replace the bow, but turn- ed and laid It on a chair. Then he sigh. ed, tools a chew of tobacco and gat down, Tie did not intend to fondle the strings, which were still Intact, but he could not help it; As 1f uncoiisciolte .gf his action, he actually tuned the fiddle *--only a little at a time, and With Many intervals of gazing dreamily into the fire. Dan was in danger and he knew it, But he couldn't stop. having tuned the violin, he looked round the firelit room almost timidly. For the tint time he became aware of his cowardice then his neck began to stiffen, and the ancient Imperial Tucker blood began to run, A happy thought struck him. Why not just have one good night of it? No one would know Leaving the room he soon returned with a half -gallon jug. This he set on the floor, and opening a desk he wrote the following : Mr. Laidlaw : Please send me half gallon of best old corn and place to my account. Be careful not to let Silas know what you send. I have told him to go for molasses. I fear he would sample the liquor. Yours truly, D. B. TUCKER. Then raising a window -sash he called his old and chosen servant Silas, who sat nodding with his aged wife by their cabin fire. Silas heard, and in five min- utes he was on his way to the cross- roads store, about a mile off, he having been told that his mistress, for some reason, had positively ordered the pur- chase for that day, Mr. Tucker meekly protesting that he had forgotten the commission until then. Silas knew the danger of disobeying the wishes of his vinegar -tempered mistress. Depositing the jug in a sack, which he flung over his shoulder, he briskly shambled down the moonlit road, and in due time he was on the way home with his burden. As he stepped across a little stream that intersected the road, he suddenly halted, and looking back over his shoul- der said : "Hayo ! Whut kine o' soun' dat ? I ain't nevvuh heah no 'lasses go glick- glick like dat ! No, suh. Sump'n funny 'bout dat," Glancing round cautiously, he untied the sack, took out the jug, and shook It. A faint smile played over his grisly face. He drew the stopper and applied his fiat nose to the mouth of the jug. Then he softly said : "Well, I be bies." Retiring from the highway some dis- tance into the brushwood, he held the following facetious dialogue with him- self, the answers being accompanied by profound bows "Silas, how yo' helf dis evenin' ?" 'Po'ly, suh—Po'ly " "Whut seem to ail you, Silas ?" "I 'spec hit's de ager comin' on agin, suh, Dat's dus the ve'y way I feels." "Silas, would a little 'lasses hep you?" "'Deed, I lay hit would, suh," "Den take a drap." "Thank you,suh—thank you. Shet yo' eye, Mr. Whipperwfil," When the stopper was returned to the jug that vessel was a mite lighter than before ; and twice ere Silas reach- ed the house the jug was slightly di- minished in weight. As he neared the gateway his eyes caught a strange sound. He stopped, threw up his head and listened. It was a fiddle that he heard, and the tune was a rapid and riotous one. In an almost frightened whisper he exclaimed : " 'Sho's you bawn, Mahs Dan gwine to fall from grace en go on a bus,' " As soon as Silas entered the room his master noticed that the secret of the Jug had been discovered, but he did not reprimand the messenger. Re had provided a glass and some water for himself, and without any ado he took a liberal drink of grog, which Silas, with Il! -affected interest in the dark landscape without pretended not to see, Then Mr. Tucker handed Silas a forum, saying, as he did so. with a little chuck- le : "Give me a toast, Silas." "Yes, suh." said Silas, "de same ole "toas,' Mahs Dan, what I used to give ylu, Heah's a heli to the redbird, Likewise to de wren— Peace to de wimmen, En heaven to de men, suh," Even before Silas had swallowed his forum, Mr. Tucker, still lightly chuck- ling, had begun to finger the strings, and the air of "Money Musk" was faint- ly twittering from the bow. As if sud- MRS. POLLY TUCKER STOOD ON TIIE TIIRESIIOLD. denly overmastered by the conjuring tune, he threw himself in a chair and began to play with vigor. Silas drop- ped his old hat in a corner of the room and moved about nervously. "Ah, you rascal !" said his master, pausing to key up his E, "I know what you want. You want 'Charleston Gals,' " "Hush, Mahe Dan, fuh goodness sake. Ef you wuz to strike up dat old chune, I sholy would have to shake dis foot." Mr. Tucker mused awhile, gazing Into the fire and softly picking the air of "Charleston Gals." Then he dreamily helped himself to another drink and resumed the bow. "Dance a little if you wish to, Silas," he gently said. Before he had played a dozen notes old Silas began to mince some steps, and before he had reached da cap° Silas was In full swing, his master smilingly approving the anility of his capers. The fire seemed to burn brighter for the music and the dance. Even the crystal pendents of the great inmp on the table glittered with uncom- mon brilliancy and occasionally tinkled a chime. The warmth and the light of other days were stealing Into Mr. Tuck- er's veins and oyes, and Silas felt once more like a young buck. Alan for the fate of all joy 1 Just at that moment the door opened and Mrs, Potty Tut'ker stood on the threshold, a statue of dismay. She had found her aunt away from home, the house all welted up, and so she had forthwith returned. Mr. Tucker's back was toward the door, and he continued to draw the bow, in ignorance of his awful predicament. But Silas saw his mistress. And its oh, The Label Is it marked 1895 ? THE. NEWS -RECORD is $L50 per year, but if paid in advance only $1. This seems to be a good oppor- tunity to save fifty cents. Send along subscription now. Address The Huron News -Record CLINTON, ONT. t•AR Cantelon Bros, GENERAL GROCERS St PROVIS- ION MERCHANTS. Grockery, Glass t:( Chinaware ALBERT ST. CLINTON, ONT. Highest Cash Price for []utter ;a P,,,gs r i2•ly The McKillop Mutual Fire Insurance Company Farm and Isolated Town Proper- ty only Insured. OFFICERS. D. Roes, President, Clinton P. 0. ; Geo. Watt, vieo-president, Harloek P. 0, ; W, J. Shannon, Secy•Treas., Seaforth P. 0. ; M. Marche, In- peetor of claims Seaforth P. 0, DIRECTOR!, Jae, Broadfoot, Seaforth ; Alex Gardiner, Lea bury; Gabriel Elliott, Clinton ; John Han nah. Seaforth ;' Joseph Evans, Beechwood ; Thos. Garbutt, Clinton. &GENTS. Thoe. Nellare, Hariock; Robt. McMillan, Sea. forth; J. Cummings, Egmondvillo; Geo. Murdie, Auditor . Pardee desirous to effect Ineuranco or trans, act other businees will be promptly attend) ed to on application to any of the above officers' addressed to their respective post cfces, SPECIAL NOTICE to Tug News -Recess will always be pleased to receive reliable information of Births, Mar. rlages, and Deaths, or of any other local event. re THE Nuwa•REcoRn can furnish as hand. some wedding Stationery and guarantee as fine letter prees work and at as low prices as any city or other printing office, Vir In the :natter of Fune Circulars an Memorial Cards, Tag NEws-R kAa guarante prompt attention and the very best class 0 work, at fifty per cent lees than eastern prices. the awful duplicity of a sly old coon ! Affecting not to have seen her, in a motnent his dancing step was changed to a sort of mournful promenade, and as he aproached his master with clasped hands and upturned eyes he reproached him in a voice of lamentation, saying "How kin you no dat, Mahs Dan ? How kin you risk your your soul, suh, a-playin' of dat wicked fiddle ? 'Scuse me, my deah nlalisteh, but I mus', I mus' balg you to'mebmer yo' sollum promise"— "'What the — Looking around Mr. Tucker met the eyes of his wife. Silas at the same mom- ent observed her, and with an extrav- agant obeisance precipitately gilded from the room. Dan did not quail under the gaze of his wife. Instantly all the daredevil of his ancestral blood came to his as- sistance. Prefacing the fire, and re- turning the fiddle to his chin, he said, in a mock lugubrious tone, but without any irreverence of soul : "We will now have the Doxolorgy and be dismissed," But his audience was gone. The door was closed, and he heard Mrs, Tucker's footsteps going upstairs. Slowly rising, he replaced the fiddle and the bow in the little closet over the high mantelpiece. After eyeing the jug somewhat affectionately for a moment, he resolutely stopped 1t up and set it away. Then he, too, mounted the stairs, His wife did not kill him, for :e grave- stone, now almost illegible grown buryground at S Church, on the Yadkin River, da ed at least ten years after this his last "spree" testifies that he fell asleep peacefully and happily, beloved and honored by all who knew him. Perhaps it was well for Lan Tucker that he had such a wife, THIS IS CONCENTRATION. One pill a dose, one box 25 cents. One pill relieves constipation. One box cures an ordinary case. One pill taken weekly neutralizes formation of uric acid in the blood and prevents Bright's Kidney disease and Diabetes, True only of Dr. Chase's Kidney -Liver Pi1Is1 There are 1,223 penitentiary prison- ers in Canada, according to the annual report of the Minister of Justice. It is a great mistake to suppose that a simple tonic gives strength ; it only stimulates the stomach to renewed action. To impart real strength, the blood must he purified and enriched, and this can only be done by such a standard alterative as Ayer's Sarsapar- illa. It is believed in Montreal that an effort will be made by the Board of Trade of that city to have the New- foundland negotiations reopened. There is a feeling of regret that the negotiations did nut succeed, although it is generally admitted that the Dominion Government could not have done more than it has doner in T the matter. A HUMOROUS FACT About Hood's Sarsaparilla—it expels. had humor and creates good humor. A battle for blood is what Hood's Sar- saparilla, vigorously fights, and it is always victorious in expelling foul taints and giving the vital fluid the quality and quantity of perfect health. It cures scrofula, salt rheum, boils andi other blood diseases. HOOD'S Pius act easily, yet prompt -- 1y and efficiently on the howls and. liver. 25c