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The Exeter Advocate, 1894-10-4, Page 2THE SELECT STORY TELLER SIIORT, BRIORT FICTION. Tho Latest StoriesBSP palar Authors. thors. u Tight Reading For the Young Men and Maidens. THE WIDOWER'S REVENGE. A CYCLIST'S ADVENTURI .. T was the must exciting adventure ever had in my life: I am an e thusiastic bicyclist, but the i eidexit I am about to relate co siderably dampened my ardor f a time It happened several yea ago on an August bank holiday. I was riding through a beautifili pa of one of the southern counties, and ha gone off the main road into a series long and pleasant lanes. When th ground was in sufficiently good conditio I always liked to get off the beaten frac of other bieyalists. I had no knowledge of the direction i which I was going, and I did not moo oars, as the scenery was so delightful an solitary. However, after I bad gon several miles without passing a fiuge post, a house or an individual, I though it prudent to ascertain my bearing at th &et opportunity. Suddenly, on tuuning a corner, 1 cam upon a charming old cottage lying bac a little from the road, from which it w separated by a low brick wall, and garden gay with a profusion of familia flowers. A man was hurrying down th path to the little gate that opened int the road, and I jumped off my bicycle speak to him. ' Where will this lane take me please? I said. " step inside a moment," was the reply Thinking that he contemplated show fug me the position on a map I followe hitu into the house. He led me into snug little parlor that was very simpl but tastefully furnished, the window o which overlooked the little front garden After leaving me for a few minutes h returned, and, to my surprise, locked th door on the inside and placed the key i his pocket. As he turned and faced me I saw that was in the presence of a tall, strongly built man, some thirty-five years of age There was a slight bend. in his figure, sprinkle of gray in his black beard, an a solemn, far -away look in his deep -se eyes th-ct told of some great troubl through which he had. passed.. " So you are a cyclist?" he said, an there was a bitter sneer in his deep voice Yes," I replied, "cycling is a grea source of pleasure to me." "Pleasure !" he exclaimed. "Is pleas ire lawful when obtained at the cost o other people's lives? I consider yo murderers, every one of you. Listen ! "Five years ago I was married to th most beautiful and most amiable woma in the world. You doubt it !" he shriek ed, striking his fist on the oak table be tween us, though I had not uttered a wor or consciously shown any expression o dissent. " I tell you I have travelled a good dea in my time, though I am yet but a young man, and I never saw her equal in good- ness or looks. When we were married all men were jealous of me; sought my wife's society, and tried. to win her smile from me. So I bought this cottage and brought her down here, and we aver completely happy in one another's love Those roses that peep in at the window were planted by her; the flower -beds ar just as she had them laid out. Every thing I touch and everything I look a reminds me of her. Oh, how we loved one another!" He paused There was a strange, rap look on his face as he thought of th past. But it soon changed. Brushing aside a t>ar that stole down his cheek hi expression suddenly became savage and determined. " Nearly two years of wedded bliss and then—and then she was snatched from me—murdered ! Yes, ruthlessly murder- ed ! She was walking down the street of a neighboring village when she was kill- ed by one of you cursed cyclists !" How the first syllable of the final word hissed through his teeth ! " She saw the vile machine swooping down on a little child that had wandered into the road from the open door of a cote tage, and in saving its life lost her own. There was no excuse. It was wilful mur- der !" "And the man ?" I said. " Man.!" he exclaimed, clinching his fist in a frenzy. "Say, rather, fiend! He rode away --never stopped to pick up the woman he hadkilled—has never been seen since. He was dressed in uniform, as you are, but beyond that nobody could s give a description of him—nobody could possibly identify him. " And I swore a solemn vow. 'By heaven,''I said, `somebody must pay for this ! The first cyclist that falls into my hands, be it twenty years hence, shall die and avenge her I loved.' And you are that man !" One look at his face satisfied me that he meant to take my life—that he was mad. His great grief had unhinged his mind in his solitude. ' What should I do? Escape seemed impossible. I glanced at the door and he read my thoughts. " Yes, it is locked," he said, and the key is in my pocket. You cannot escape me," 1 crept backwards toward the. fireplace and made a sudden dive downwards for the poker. In an. instant he sprang on me like a tiger, and got one hand on my throat, In the struggle the poker was hurled across the room and rolled out of sight under an old bureau. Then we closed in a terrible wrestle for supremacy, and in reeling along the floor both stumbled over a chair and fell' heavily to the ground. Cold sweat stands in beads on my fore- head as I write. Never shall I forget the deadly struggle that ensued. , We were not so unequally matched as I had sup- posed. He was a larger and more power- fully made man, but I was in good train- ing and agile in my movements. We managed after a while to regain our fest, and disengaging myself from his grasp I contrived to get the table between us. We stood. for a moment gasping for. breath and glaring at each other. The Isaw a•3v him -tumbling with. his ]nand at the table drawer. He suddenly drew out a long blaked carving -knife, and for some minutes we dodged one another round the table. But 10 was too alert for him, and after several unsuccessful at- tems to close with me he savagely hurl- ed the terrible weapon at my head, Tho knife whizzed by my ear, making it very slight cut, and stuck quivering in the wooden wainscot, A plan now occurred to me. Seising a favorable opportunity, I threw all my strength an the table, and, pushing it along the floor, jammed hint against the wall -behind. him, Here I held him pm- ioned and groaning with pain. My shouts, meanwhile, for help had. been futile, for he had taken. the precaution, on my arrival, to send his only servant to g the villa„e. It was impossible to hold my position long. My strength was giving out, and I. saw that my assailant was gradually free- ing himself, 1 therefore had recourse to a new stratagem. 1 waited until he was exerting considerable force on the table, and then, with a sudden jerk, drew it away.. He fell forward and his head struck the table violently, half stunning him. In. a moment I dashed to the window, threw it open and dashed into the garden. Jumping over the low wall I seized my bicycle. But the madman was close at heels, and as I mounted my machine he dragged a loose brick from the top of the wall and threw it at nue with such precis- ion that if I had not seen. his movement and dipped my head in time he must in- fallibly have dashed out my brains. As it was it just grazed my scalp. Once mounted I was soon whirling clown the lane at a high speed, with: the madman chasing me as fast as his legs would carry him. I was just congratulating myself on my escape when I saw to my dismay that the lane ended a short distance ahead, with a closed gate. Putting on the brake and slackening speed, I managed, with great care, to avoid a smash-up and alight at the gate, whieh led into a wide mea- dow. Across this field it was a rase for life, and although the madman was able to keep up a surprising pace, I felt confident that I should outrun him. In fact, one hasty glance behind showed me that I was already gaining ground. On the opposite side of the meadow was a gate leading into another field rather smaller, and apparently skirted by a lane. This gate I vaulted, but, unluckily, in doing so, I sprained my left ankle. This was a terrible misfortune, for every step I took caused me excruciating pain, and I could barely limp along. The man behind had. Clot failed to no- tice my accident, and as he rapidly gain- ed on me, a short laugh or grunt of de- light reached my ears. I saw there was no hope, and that soon we should be in the grip of death. I was within twenty yards of a stile leading into the lane, and shouted for help as well as I was able with my scant breath, but all was quiet and deserted. No help was at hand. In desperation and agony I struggled forward, with the short gasps of my pursuer becoming momen- tarily more audible. He was now within a few feet of me, and I was just preparing to turn and face his attack, when I felt his hand strike my shoulder, and heard him fall with a groan and a heavy thud on the grass. He must have caught his foot in something and stumbled. This gave me a temporary advantage, of which I did not fail to avail myself, and I reached the stile in. safety. On getting over it I looked back, and to my surprise saw the man still lying stretched at full length face downward on the grass. There was no movement what- ever. Had he fainted? It could not be a pretence to allure me back, for he could have caught me with ease in the lane. In a moment I decided to make the best of my opportunity and bind. him hand and foot before he recovered conscious- ness. I rapidly tied his feet together with my pocket handkerchief, and took hold of his hands with the intention of securing then: also. But I now discov- ered at a glance that these precautions were unnecessary. The poor fellow was quite dead. The subsequent incidents would have little interest for the reader. The story the unfortunate man had told me was true in every detail, and solitary medita- tion on•it had undoubtedly unhinged his mind. The sight of a cyclist, under the circumstances, was quite sufficient to cause him to break out into homicidal madness. The immediate cause of death was disease of the heart. As for myself, it was a hairbreadth escape, and one such adventure in. a lifetime is, in my opinion, quite sufficient for a man who has no spe- cial inclination for excitement and peril. BEAUTIFUL EYES. How Brightness May be Supplied When it is Lacking. No eye seems beautiful, whatever its color, size and pellucidity, if it lacks lashes and well defined brows. An eye, like a picture, needs to be framed to be appreciated. Beautifully arched eyebrows and a thick dark fringe of silken lashes will endow a pair of indifferent eyes with a brilliancy not theirs. The irresistible heroine of a novel gen- erally has long, curling lashes. Straight lashes are not 111 themselves half so beau- tiful as curling ones, and length of lash gives a face a coquettish look that is very winsome; but the principal charm of an eye—its lashes—is not so enhanced by the length of lashes as by their density and blackness. I have seen a weary -eyed fagged -out actress with a few strokes of a lining pencil about her eyes and the application of black pomade to the lashes acquire in no time glorious melting phos- phorescent orbs that would not have dis- credited the face of Cleopatra. An abundant growth of lashes is often an inherited beauty ; but it is also one that is regulated by the health of the lids. Granulation and all local irritation tend to thin out the much prized pretty feinge. Two or three drops of spirits of cam- phor added to a teaspoonful of borax in a two -ounce bottle of water is a mild, sooth- ing and harmless eyewash to keep on hand if there is any tendency to inflamed lids. In many cases the borax and water alone will allay irritation. An eye bath of two-thirds water to one- third witch hazel, allowed to simmer, and used very nearly hot, is another harm- less mixture that works well with in- flamed lids. But the mere preservation of the health of the lids to keep one's lashes from fall- ing out does not stimulate their growth. Generally an oleaginous applicatioh to the rims at bedtime will do this, sue as vaseline, cold cream, pure vaseline, or cocoanut oil, If borax is used frequently for the eye it is, specially important to counteract its 'drying and bleaching ef- fect on the lashes by a nutritive oint- ment. Frequently it happens that the eye- brows and lashes become pale, depleted— man little stiff hairs that,, thoughcolor- less, are yet not honestly white, appear- ing. Vaseline rubbed night and morn- ing into the lids ` and eyebrows will restate the hair's to their normal hue and vitality. Of course, the eye possesses a real lus- ter of its own in no wise depending on. the fringing lashes. The eye that pos- sessee both a close fringe of lashes and a. natural brilliancy is indeed a bewildering possession, Weak eyes are rarely bright and spark. lingling, unless they glisten with an unnatu- ral spark- , due to disease. Eandages of hot brandy and water laid across the eyes every night are a splendid tonic, Better still it is to bathe the eyes every night and morning in warm salt and water. For salt is the natural food of the eye. If the eye becomes dull, weak and bleary it is a proof that the lachrymose glands do not secret their briny fluid as rapidly as they should. There is little doubt that "unshed tears" give the eye much of its brilliancy; and if this lachrymal fluid, that floats nn the eye, gathers into tear drops "to dissipate itself down the hollows of one's cheek," the eye grows for a time duller. The would-be beauty should control her desire to"have a good cry " "Sympathy without laehrymation" can be cultivated. Children should be taught practical courage as regards tears. Sniveling should be frowned down. I remember hearing of Mrs. Livermore that she remarked to some women, "Our girls ruin their eyes reading sentimental fiction," "Ohl" was the literal response, "I' think they devote much more eyesight to their schoolbooks and sums." "That may be," rejoined Mrs. Liver- more, "but they don't boo-hoo over them !" Schoolchildren and women who read and write constantly should take an "eye rest" every half hour; closing the eyes for a good five minutes. This habit es- tablished will do much to preserve the beauty of the eye. It will prevent that "student's bulge" that brings one eye— the stronger—out of focus and gives the expression a one-sided aspect. The prime brighteners and darkeners of the eye are sleep and exercise in the open air. The carriage of the eyes has much to do with beauty. All affected tricks of the eyes, such as ogling and rolling them up, so that the white is visible beneath the iris, is deplorable. More eyes have been ruined by the abuse of Delsartean training than bettered by its right appli- cation. I have in mind one or two pretty young actresses, who, as novices, in- dulged in many absurd optical gestures, which fairly ruined their prettiness for the time being. A Niobe-like upheaving of the eye may be appropriate at certain tragic junctures on the stage. It is a "characteristic" pose of the eye, and, as such, pleases us in its proper place ; but it never adds beauty to the face. ABOUT THE WEASEL. A Graceful Little Creature, Full of Shyness, Shrewdness and Cruelty, The weasel is one of the prettiest and most graceful creatures that can be im- agined. It lives in all cool countries and makes its home in hollow trees, in stone heaps, or in any convenient hole where. it can find shelter. It is no longer than a good-sized rat, but has longer legs. It has a long, lithe slender body, long neck and dainty little head, with small smooth, sleek hair, of a brown color on its back and white below. It has long whiskers on its nose and a very short tail. Its • weapons are its strong claws and sharp teeth, which it knows how to use so well that many larger animals live in constant terror of it. The weasle itself has very few en- emies. Even the powerful birds of prey, which are ever on. the alert for rabbits and other small game, rarely swoop down on the weasel,for although they can eas- ily carry it away in their strong talons it often proves very troublesome booty. A hunter once not ced a hawk; high in the air, which was flapping its wings violent- ly and apparently in great trouble. Sud- denly it darted, and fell to the earth almost at the hunter's feet, where it lay gasping and dying, while a tiny weasel sprang from the heap of feathers and scampered away to hide itself in the stone wall near by. On examining the bird the hunter found that its throat was torn to pieces by the weasel's sharp teeth. The little creature though unable to escape from the powerful grip of the hawk, had twisted itself until it could reach the hawk's throat, when it easily inflicted a deadly wound. The defenceless hares and rabbits are bitterly persecuted by the weasel, which springs upon them, and with wonderful instinct, knows exactly where to fasten its sharp teeth. The unfortunate hare may scamper away as fast as it can, but its_ enemy clings to its neck, and the poor little animal must fall, faint and dying, from loss of blood. Rats and mice, squirrels, moles, have and birds of all kinds are hunted by the weasel, and it may often be seen twisting itself in and out of stone heaps or wails in the vicinity of barnyards, where it watches for chickens, doves and other domestic fowls. If taken very young, weasels may be tamed, and a whole army of cats will not free a house so quickly of rats and mice as will one little weasel Pussy must sit patiently by the rat's hole and wait until the mischievous beast ventures forth ; bat where a rat can go, the weasel can follow. Weasels and ferrets are often kept on board of ships and are petted by the sailors. for a ship with a weasel as passenger is always free from rats. There are many pretty stories told of tame weasels and of the affection they manifest toward those who care for them. A lady who received a present of a very small and very young weasel fed it with milk, which it drank from her hand. The little creature became so attached to its mistress that, whenever she called it, it would instantly appear from whatever corner in. which it was curled up, and would climb all over her, like a squirrel. It never bit her, and would play with her cat and dog, often riding around on their backs, but it never injured them. Its curiosity afforded its mistress much amusement. If she opened a box or trunk Master Weasel would raise, himself on his hind lege and make every effort to peep inside. This little creature is much hunted by man, and large numbers are caught in traps, it being a general impression that they do more harm than good ; but al- though a weasel may now and then carry off a chicken from the farmyard, it dons tuck, more good by freeing barns and cornfields of mice and other destructive animals. The Worm Had Turned. "Have you been reading din about the n the face of the o sun asked th.e landlady of the meek boarder as she put the cream out of his reach,. "N'o'm, I've all I can do to watch the storms on. the lace. of the daughter," he responded sadly, Call on us if you want neat printing. An Army of Adventurers. The mostremarkable regiment. in the world is the Foreign Legion of France.. It is virtually an army of social outlaws. For the most part the men composing it are blackguards or adventurers, 1 one is' O ' ' In o division titho • t ro is a Roman- ian prince, who is under suspicion of having murdered his brother, a priest who had been suspended and disgraced, an et-oolonel of cavalry who had been found cheating at cards, a lawyer who embezzled trust money, a journalist who had killed his best friend in a brawl, and a German count who at one time held a high position in the Emperor's Regiment of Guards. These men are the bravest in the world, for the simple reason that they place no value on their lives. By .entering the Foreign Legion they have committed so- cial suicide. The world will never know them again, unless, like Gen. de Negrier, they expiate their faults by some brilliant achievement which . compels admiration. Terrible in its severity is fhb. discipline of this remarkable corps. The slightest act of aggression against a superior offi- cer is punished with death. Daring the war in Tonquin, eleven men of one regi- ment wore court-martialed and shot in one day. Another sort of punishment is the "frog dance," which is somewhat akin to the British soldier's " frog's march," but more severe in its effects. The soldier's hands and feet are tied to- gether until he resembles a frog, and in this helpless position he is left for hours: The Foreign Legion always leads the forlorn hope. When there are hardships to be borne to which the authorities do not care to expose the regular troops, this extraordinary regiment of ruffians is se- lected for the work. CURING CORNS. A Pedienre Gives:Valuable Suggestions ills; '� on the Care of the net. 0 3 A xnan who has made the human foot an object of research and study declares that short stockings are very nearly as injurious as short shoes. Hose of insuf- ficient length press the knuckles of the toes upward, and when tine shoe forces them down the natural result is a painful excrescence that folk designate as a corn. " But surely you don't consider an. ill- fitting stocking the cause of bunions, do you ?' I inquired. "One of them," he replied. "Corns are the result of pressure, You see, the blood. is forced from the sebaceous glands, therefore an excessive or unnatural quantity of oil is thrown off. This dis- eases the blood and the oil forces its way to the surface of the toe. As it reaches the cuticule it evaporates, leaving the top layer hard. Layer upon layer forms downward and deepens until it presses on the nerves. Corns have no roots. That idea is fallacious. But they cannot be cured until an instrument goes beneath all these layers and removes them. A soft corn is more easily treated, and is largely the result of acid in the blood. ":'After a corn has been removed, find out literally where the corn pinches, then bathe the feet in cold water every morn- ing upon arising, and rub the part with prepared chalk." My informant added that for dry feet always use ice-cold water; for :noise feet, inclined to perspire freely, the water as hot as the skin can stand it, and bathe just before retiring. If the feet swell after much walking, put a little vinegar in the hot water; if they ache, use a few drops of ammonia or a little borax. • Rest the feet often. • To do this change the shoes as frequently as possible. Even from an old to a new shoe is a rest. The muscles of the foot tiro of one position, no matter how easy the leather or last may be. Four or five times a day, if it is convenient, is 110110 too often to take this trouble, and its benefits are astonish- ing. Ingrowing nails are the result of the corners being cut too close, allowing the shoe to press against them. This again requires skilled treatment. The pedi- cure's patronage is becoming as extensive as that of the manicure, for, apart from the treatment of painful excrescences, beautifying the foot is greatly in vogae. Preparations to whiten the skin are in use, :and all the art of the manicure is called upon to assist that of the pedicure. Some society women can now present as well kept a foot as hand, the nails round- ed and polished with equal daintiness. One other suggestion the man who knows gave me, and that is important to mothers. He says that babies learning to walk should not be allowed to wear the popular paper -soled shoes. A stiffer bot- tom should be supplied, for nail affec- tions are apt to set in from rubbing the edges of the toes on the floor. A Case of Had To. " I had a funny experience in a little town 011 the lower Mississippi," said R. C. Blackley, a travelling - man. " The place had but one hotel, the landlord of which conducted everything except the cooking and house-cleaning, which his wife attended to. I was the only guest, and, when I told him I wanted to go up the river on a packet due anywhere be- tween midnight and 3 o'clock in the morning, I was shown to a room immedi- ately over the office, and was going to sleep when I heard a shrill feminine voice call : ` John, you come to bed.' ` Sallie, you know I kain't go to bed. Got to wake that blamed drummer.' I enjoyed the situation and laughed myself wide awake, not getting sleepy again for two hours. Then the feminine voice called again: ` John, I say come to bed.' ` I kain't go to bed.' ' Let that pesky drummer wake hisself.' ` Tain't no way to run a hotel,' and there was a silence again. Finally I went to sleep and was soon awakened by an unearthly racket. The old man was pounding on the office ceiling with a broom handle. I'm awake,' I answered.. `I don't believe I'll go on that boat. I'm too tired. I']1 wait until. to -morrow.' `I ream 'you won't. You be down hyar in two minutes or 1'11 be atter you. I ain't gain' to set up for nothin'.' I caught the boat." A Spud in. HIS Pocket. "I wonder if that potato would grow?" The speaker stood on the postoffice steps, and was addressing a friend. He held in his hand a round, spongy sub- stance, not much larger than a marble, which seemed to be withered by ago. "If it did grow it would raise very small potatoes. Is that your contribution to our beautiful city charity of raising food for the unemployed?" "No; that is my cure for rheumatism. I used to be a sufferer from that com- plaint, and I tried all the usual remedies, but nothing ever helped me like this pe - tato. When it loses its virtue, I shall get another ono. I have never had a twinge of rheumatism since I tried the potato erre." "The faith cure, you mean," said his friend .as they walked off together, Varicocele, Emissions, Nervous Debility, Seminal Weakness, (fleet, Stricture, Syphilis, Unnatural Discharges, Self Abuse, Kidney and. 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