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Ilis equal ne’er has been before, nor will be c'or again I'pen h s nutnl day the lutes in union must have smiled, Vor nothing else could have produced so ver satile arhihl. (Curtain.| —John Kendrick Bangs. In Harper s Maja/.ine. THE MISSING CALF. It Appears Upon the Scene Ex actly on Time. "Some work for you to-tiny, Bruce,” :aid Mr. Webster to his twelve-year old son nt the breakfast table one lovely morning in October. 1871. One of the calves is missing; strayed off down the creek, I guess, and you will have to look it up. "All right," replied Bruce, replenishing his plate from the platter of tuitelo steak. "I was thinking of taking a hunt today anyway, so I will take the shotgun along and try to kill a duck or two. I see that there are a few dropping in from the North. I expect it is that fool Tom that's gone again. He is always making us trouble!" "You are right in regard to it being Tom, blithe is by no means foolish for wandering off in search of better grass, for the range about here is getting poor. In fact, I have about decided to turn all the stock out for the present. They will be much better off in the hills until the fall rains start a new coal of grass." "Better let Tom go, then," suggested Mrs. Webster. "Turn out the rest of the cattle and I'll warrant that old Bodily will find him." "Just what I would do if the calf was branded; but, as it is, we will have to get him up again. I can't afford to run any risk of losing Tom; he is about all the fine stock that we own." "I'll have him corralled by noon," asserted Bruce stoutly, "it's a pity I haven't got him broken to ride, so I could bring in my game on him." "First kill your game," replied his father. "It is just Possible that you will fail to return on this occasion with either Tom or the ducks. And, by the way, keep an eye open for strangers. Addo Bill, the Indian who was confined at Fort Griffin awaiting trial for murder, escaped the other day, and he may drift through here on his way westward, although the chances are that he has been recaptured before this. "I'll be ready for him," was the confident remark of the frontier lad, as he stood on tiptoes to reach the gun, lying in its rack over the fireplace. "I've got one barrel loaded with big shot, and if I see anything that looks like it, I'll break your neck running." "You'll break your neck running," interrupted his mother. "I know how here and courageous my little boy in. At times; but it seems to me that he is inclined to recklessness after the danger is over, or before it comes. But never mind, Bruce, an ounce of discretion is worth a ton of foolishness, any day, and I am really glad that you have too much sense to rush needlessly into danger." "That's so, Molly," remarked Mr. Webster. "Brace has got lots of good sense and judgment for a boy of his age, and he is no coward either. Why? I would bet on that, boy capturing that fellow, if he found him, as quick as I would, and not run half the risks of getting killed. But, pshaw! there's not one chance in ten thousand of Caddo Bill passing through this section, for all the soldiers from Griffin are after him, and half the county besides. "Well, at all events, I will bring in Tom all right, if Caddo Bill hasn’t eaten him." asserted Bruce, as he left the room. "Have my dinner ready at twelve sharp, if other; you know that hunting always gives me an appetite. I have a wolf." It is a rare thing for Texas boys to attempt much of a pedestrian trip, for from early childhood much of their time is spent on horseback, and they grow, in time, to consider a mustang an indispensable companion. Bruce Webster, however, was an Illinois lad, who, ever since his sixth year, had been accustomed to a daily walk of a couple of miles to the neighboring school-house, and although he was fast becoming a proficient in the wild and reckless horsemanship of the Northwest, he still preferred to enjoy his short hunting trips, unencumbered with any troublesome equine. Therefore, he left, on this particular occasion, the door of the little log table wide open, so that the sleek-sided buckskin pony might be free to go at will the short grass adjacent to the corrals, confident that his welcoming neighbor would be the first sound to greet him. Bruce Webster consequently required to find the of a mile of the ranch. This was by no means the first time the truant loin had wandered away from his little herd of youthful companions, for it would seem that he simply detested the confinement to which he was subjected during the day, and endeavored, to the extent of his limited ability, to manage his own particular affairs in a way more to his liking. Bruce had always declared that Tom's aristocratic notions regarding the superiority of blue blood was the cause of his preferring solitude to the society of the common herd of Texan long-horns, which supposition was based on the fact that old Hoddy, Tom’s mother, was a full blooded Hereford that the Webster had brought with them all the way from their old home in the North. It was, really, rather strange that, Hilly's highly-prized scion of an ancient family should have been so prone to make his owners trouble; since, for the first six months of his life, he had been jettled by his owner, and allowed to wander at will about the door-yard, so that he might enjoy perfect immunity from the assaults of wandering wolf or Mexican lion; but although he still remembered some of the numerous accomplishments taught him by Bruce in leisure moments, one of which was to charge blindly at the tantalizing wave of a red handkerchief, he was in other respects as wild as any other young rattle. As he had expected, Bruce found the calf's tracks without difficulty, plainly showing in the dusty path that led down the valley of the little creek; but he was somewhat surprised to find that Tom had jogged steadily along, swerving neither to the right nor left, for nearly a mile, finally leaving the trail at a point where the rocky nature of the soil and dense underbrush rendered futile all attempts at further trailing, and the most persuasive and persistent calling failed to elicit any responsive bleat from the little runaway. For a mile farther, Bruce wandered down the little valley, shooting now and then a green-crested duck, or one of the numerous gray squirrels that barked and chattered at him from the limbs above his head; but, search on, he would, no further trace of the lost Tom could be discovered. Puzzled and disheartened, the lad finally turned back, resolving to mount his pony after dinner, and search out the entire country for a radius of three or four miles. Grossing the stream, he hunted back along the south bank, hardly expecting to discover the object of his search, but adding occasionally to hissing of game. Presently his attention was attracted by an unusually demonstrative squirrel who was saucily bidding him defiance from his perch on the limb of a large hollow oak. The shotgun was brought to the boy’s shoulder, but, as if aware of his danger, the threatened animal dodged out of sight in a convenient orifice in the tree trunk. “Hello! you are a sharp little fellow, I see!” muttered our young hunter. "Never mind, though! You can’t stay in that hole forever; and the next time you show up you’ll never know what hurts you." A fallen tree near by offered a comfortable seat, and Bruce assumed an easy position, with his back against the moss-covered stump; and, resting his gun across his knees, awaited the reappearance of the beleaguered squirrel. Minutes passed, but nothing more was seen of the sharp, rut-like ours and beady eyes, although Bruce’s vigilance never relaxed. Half-way down, a mask of seat let and yellow ivy leaves hid a second opening in the tree trunk, and here, unnoticed by the lad, the cunning squirrel watched his every motion, with not the slightest intention of exposing himself further. Another pair of eyes were riveted on the unsuspecting boy—a pair of snaky, black orbs that gleamed dangerously near, in a clump of verdant foliage; for, by some unlucky chance, the route to safety selected by Caddo Bill, the red fugitive from justice, had lain through this quiet valley, after all; and the escaped murderer was now crouched, like a tiger gathering for a spring, not twenty paces from the unsuspecting Bruce. If Caddo Bill had fancied his safety assured upon successfully dodging his guard and climbing the stockade at Fort Griffin, his mind must have soon been disabused of that impression. For more than forty-eight hours he had been followed and harassed by the numerous parties in pursuit—continually on the move—gliding from covert to covert—now hid in a clump of thorny cacti—again threading the winding bed of some narrow prairie grass. Exhausted by his continued exertions, and weak from the ravages that be lacked the wherewithal to appease, his moccasins worn to shreds, and the red shirt and cavalry pants, that he wore at the time of his escape, now torn to fragments by the envious briers, the fugitive really presented a pitiable appearance. But worn and weary as he was, the evil, murderous instinct was still dominant in his breast, and his eyes glinted ominously as he watched the boyish form carelessly reclining so close to his own hiding place. Was there ever such good luck! The greatest cause of uneasiness to Caddo Bill had been the fact that he had taken forced to begin the fight totally unarmed; for, although renowned for his reckless bravery when armed to the teeth, in his present defenseless condition he was helpless. Supplied with but a carbine, some of his pursuers would have doubtless have felt his vengeance before this; but, without even so much as a knife, however small, he had no choice but stealthy, speedy flight. Was kind fortune about to smile upon him once more? Hero, within his reach, almost, and to be had for the mere taking, was a substantial-looking shotgun, just the weapon that he wanted. Possibly he would have to commit another murder to secure the coveted arm, but that was a matter of small moment. On second thought, it would be far the safest plan to kill the boy and quiet his tongue. Yes; that was the proper course to pursue. Cautiously he rose to his feet, his right hand clutching a heavy fragment of granite. All unconscious of his peril, Bruce sat — half-asleep and half awake — quite tired of watching for a squirrel that never appeared, but yet in no particular hurry to journey homeward. No thought of Caddo Bill had crossed the joy's mind since leaving home that morning. Like his father, Bruce had thought it hardly probable that the murderer would appear so far to the northward, in case he had escaped capture. At all events, the redskin would have no possible reason for molesting a mere boy like himself. So had reasoned the inexperienced lad, lulling his fears to rest by a line of argument, seemingly quite sound, but, in reality, false and misleading. Silently as a panther stealing upon his prey, and relentlessly as doath itself, Caddo Bill crept nearer and nearer. Barely twenty feet separated the murderer and his victim. The Indian's face was drawn in a grimace of fearful vindictiveness. His arm was drawn back for the deadly blow—his muscles contracted for the l' 1 *! ••ring. Suddenly there was a rustle of shrubbery, and the rush of flying feet, and some heavy object was hurled against the crouching Indian from the rear, dashing him forward almost upon the now thoroughly-aroused Bruce. The missing calf had suddenly appeared upon the scene— exactly on time— not a moment too early or too late. How long Tom had been an interested observer of Caddo Bill's actions, it is, of course, impossible to state. Evidently, however, the flaunting rags of the fugitive's scarlet shirt had been construed as a premeditated challenge, which could not in any way be tamely overlooked without doing violence to all the traditions of the fighting Hereford, and the young champion’s onslaught was sudden and irresistible. Caddo Bill’s surprise was complete, and his discomfiture was increased by the fact, that he was, for an instant, unable to comprehend the exact identity of his now assailant, and the momentary delay allowed Bruce time to thoroughly digest the danger of the situation. And, therefore, when the murderer staggered to his feet, intent on the further prosecution of the villainous scheme, young Webster, without an instant’s reflection, discharged both barrels of his gun in his assailant’s face, and dropping the now useless weapon, fled from the spot, without a thought of noting the effect of his shots. Ten minutes later, terror-stricken and out of breath, Bruce dashed into the little dining-room at the ranch, where half a dozen strangers were gathered about the table soldiers. From Griffin, who, by the aid of bloodhounds, had trailed their late prisoner thus far on his way to liberty. Hurriedly, the boy told his story, and in an inconceivably short space of time found himself seated on a fiery cavalry horse, behind the Lieutenant in command of the squad, guiding them to the scene of his late encounter. Caddo Bill was found without difficulty, not dead, as Bruce had begun to fear, but so badly disabled by a handful of bird shot, in the muscles of his shoulder, that his capture was easily effected. The belligerent calf, Tom, was also found on the field of battle contentedly cropping the scattering herbage and looking as harmless and insignificant as it was possible for a fat, well-grown calf to appear. He evinced no disinclination to venture to the ranch, but trotted contentedly along in advance of the party, the object of general admiration from all, and Bruce observed, without a pang of jealousy, that in discussing the particulars of the late “scrimmage,” the soldiers accorded to Tom the most of the credit for the capture, which view the lad was not disposed to dispute, since he felt that to Tom alone he owed his life and safety. However, the reward paid for the capture of Caddo Bill was accorded to Bruce by general consent, and with the money thus obtained he purchased a number of young cattle — the nucleus of a large herd, over which the Hereford, Turn, ruled as much and leader for many years.—S. D. Barnes, in Yankee Blade. VARIETIES OF CLOVER. Of the Mammoth himl Aftike Over The (onunon Keel. Until within a few years, not one farmer in a hundred in Southern Ohio sowed any other variety of clover than the common red; but for some years past, the mammoth, or pea-vine, clover has been grown extensively, and within the last three years, the alfalfa has been sown to some extent, and will, I believe, be sown largely in the future. I have sown both these varieties, and believe that there is a legitimate place for them in our farming. I believe, when the main object of sowing clover is to increase the fertility of the soil, that the mammoth is the best variety to sow. It makes a much heavier growth, and shades the land more perfectly than the common red and furnishes more harm to plow down, it is not so good for hay as it is of coarser growth, and more likely to be damaged by lodging; yet this can be said in its favor, that it will give nearly double the quantity, and, as it is cut nearly a month later, it is a better season to cure it, and I have had some of the most profitable hay crops I ever made from this variety of clover - three tons of cured hay to the acre, which fed out as satisfactorily as any hay I ever had. In a dry summer, this will make a most satisfactory crop, for it will get a start in the spring, which shades the ground and protects the roots, and will make a very heavy growth and still stand up, and can be cured out perfectly. In exceedingly wet seasons, it will make a very heavy growth and lodge, and then turn up and make a second growth, and will make very poor hay, and it is best then to cut it for seed, for the machine can be set to cut high and leave a large amount of the straw on the land to be plowed under. This clover seeds in the first crop and makes a heavier yield of seed than the common red. As far as my observation goes, I estimate that it will yield about one-fourth more, averaging four bushels of seed to the acre, when the other averages three, and I have known from five to eight bushels grown to the acre. This clover suits the system of farming here in the Miami valley, where corn and wheat are the great staples, for with our corn fodder and immense straw stacks, we need but little hay, and it is almost impossible for the farmer who has a large corn crop to cultivate to spare the time in early June to cut twenty to thirty acres of clover and make it into hay. Then a clover sod, if it can be plowed early, makes the best preparation for wheat; but if we the second crop to make seed, it is usually too late to break the field for wheat by the time the seed is cured enough to thresh. With the mammoth clover, nothing needs to be done until after wheat harvest, when it can be plowed. Bo cut and threshed early in August.—Cor. Country Centennial. —Bridget "Shall I have the hall lamp burning, ma'am?" Mistress— "No. I am pretty sure Mr. Jones won't be home until daylight. He kissed me three times before he left and gave me twenty dollars for a new spring bonnet." -Torre Haute Express. —Plant trees in all waste places; they are liable to grow, and thus make use of the ground which would otherwise grow up to woeas. In time it will be worth something. —The value of the garden as an appendage to the farm is seldom of never over-estimated, but often undervalued. —Mrs. Stowe's "Uncle Tom's Cabin" is still selling in this country at the rate of 1,000 copies a week. PERSONAL AND LITERARY. Prof. James Bryce, author of "The American Commonwealth," attained great renown, years ago, by making the ascent of Mount Ararat. —Charles M. Depew never writes a speech, but usually spends a few moments to reflect on his subject, noting down a few headings in the process. The short-story writer, Octave Thanet, whose real name is Alice French, is a hard literary worker, not uncommonly writing ten hours at a stretch. She is a pretty girl, with soft, wavy brown hair. —Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes complains of the persecutions in dieted upon. him by volunteer correspondents. Twenty or twenty-five letters in his morning’s mail is considered a light delivery, and nearly all are upon subjects of interest to the writers alone. Huns you Kurlow, the famous pianist, is noted for his eccentricity as well as for his musical talent. When he has done anything to shock his friends and encourage his enemies, he makes no apologies, but simply shrugs his shoulders and says: “It’s a way I have.” —A New York bookseller says he never has any trouble clearing his angling book stock in the spring and the snooting and hunting hook stock in the fall. He affirms that book, on field sports and angling are the safest things in the book line; they always have a market no matter how old they are. Their value increases with age. —Father Agostino, an eloquent monk, whose preaching is the sensation of Rome, recently made the following announcement from the pulpit: “I protest against reporters taking down what I say and making a source of profit. It is an infringement of my right. If there is to be profit made by my sermons or my words, I am the person entitled to it and should receive it.” —Toward the end of his life, it is said, Charles Reade was accustomed to dictate his compositions to a secretary while he paced the room, suiting his actions to his words. In Love and Money, the remark occurs in the dialogue, “There’s a smut on your nose.” The dramatist gave the original explanation with such perfect intonation and gesture that his secretary was for once deceived. He rose and went to the mirror, handkerchief in hand, only to Be laughed at by his employer. Miss Will Allen Dromgoole, says report, is a literary lady who has cut her official throat with her little pen. Some of her recent magazine sketches of life in the Tennessee Mountains carried a sting to the denizens of that section, and when Miss Dromgoole recently sought an election to a Senate clerkship, a big, rough-beat ded Solon from an up county arose; and roared out: “She wrote again the mountains! I’ve been known as ter it, and I’m upon her!” The Senate sat petrified and Miss Dromgoole incautiously giggled. It sealed her fate. Another hill-country legislator was hoisted to his feet by his indignant colleagues to second the objection. He did it tersely and effectively. “She followed the women folks went by foot and there ran talked to her. I'm against anybody as is against the mountains.” The issue was joined, and on the ballot being taken, Miss Dromgoole was beaten. HUMOROUS. —A New Jersey man has made a ballot-box which cannot be stuffed. Now all the country wants is a voter built in the same way.—Yonkers Statesman. —The girl who went to service for the first time wrote to her mother that her master and mistress were very dirty, for they washed their hands ever so many times a day. —We do not know very much about the ancient Egyptians, perhaps, but the grand old Sphinx with its silent, woman's head shows that they were a very sarcastic people. -Journal of Education. —First Little Girl—“What does your papa do?” Second Little Girl - "He's got a position under the city government" "Well, but what does he do?" "I don't know; he never raj. Guess he don't know himself." Philadelphia Record. Affidavit Editor "Dearest Mathilde, can you doubt the strength and sincerity of my love?" Mathilda "Swear it, Alonzo, swear it!" Affidavit Editor (absent-mindedly) "I swear—we have the largest circulation in the West, and it is rapidly increasing." —America. There is no excuse for the use of profane language. Says an exchange; and this is no doubt correct, but if there were any the drug clerk who is aroused at three o'clock in the morning by a drunken man who wants to look in the directory to find out where he lives would seem to please it. A gentleman said to one of his friends that for some years his wife had persisted in saying that she was only twenty years old. "Mine is more reasonable," replied his friend. "I have succeeded in making her enter her thirties, but I have failed to make her come out of them." —N. Y. Ledger. Kooney—"Sure I can't see why I must be a member of your Union if I want to keep my job! It's only a week I've been over here, but I know this is a free country." Mooney (walking delegate) —"But remember now, man, that your American, and must protect yourself against imported pauper labor!" —In a Book-store. Have you got the Blue book?” “The blue book?” “We've got ‘Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy.’ That ought to be blue enough.” “No, no. That isn’t it I mean the book with the list of offices.” “We haven't got it. But if you are after an office, you had better take the book on melancholy.”—Chicago Herald. A Useful Instrument. Musical Visitor “What a handsome piano!” Mrs. Tiptop—“Yes, I do not know of a single piece of furniture I have that I am more proud of than of my piano. It was made to order at a cost of $1,000.” “Oh, I must why, it’s locked." “Yes; I lost the key some months ago and have forgotten to get another.” —Philadelphia Record. The noise of a man stumbling recklessly against obstructions in the hall and making hasty remarks in a general way that sounded like a Mississippi river steambout mute making a landing at 11 o'clock at night to take on a lot of pork barrels was distinctly heard in the sitting room. "Children," exclaimed Mrs. Katnho, hastily, "run up stairs and go to bed. Your father, I judge, has been paying a bill.” —Chicago Tribune. HOME, FARM AND GARDEN. —A strawberry bed should be found in every garden. It need not be large; it does not cost much; it will not require much care— but it should be there. Fish Croquettes. Remove the bones from cold boiled or baked fish and to a pint of fish add one egg, two teaspoonfuls of flour and a tablespoonful of milk; form into balls. Mix in beaten egg, roll in cracker crumbs and fry brown. Almond Cheese Cakes.—Line lightly pan with pastry, and drop in a mixture of the whites of Three eggs, one-fourth of a pound of powdered sugar, juice of one-half of a lemon, one-half of a pound of blanched and chopped almonds. Bake in a moderate oven. Good Housekeeping. —Muslin frames for protecting young plants can be made at very little cost. A few melon plants, if protected at night with such coverings, can be made to grow before the season becomes warm. Tomatoes and other plants may be protected in the same way. Muslin will not last as long as glass, but it is much cheaper. Remember that the evil of brilery often begins in the home circle and in the nursery. Do not bribe your children. Teach them to do that which is right, and not because of the ten cents or the orange you will give them. There is a great difference between rewarding virtue and making the profits thereof the impelling motive. After strawberries are well underway, the weeds must be pulled out by hand. It is not advisable to have or cultivate strawberries unless slightly. The top of the ground between the rows should be kept loose by slight stirring to kill the weeds and prevent loss of moisture during the dry season, but heavy cultivation is not desirable. Snowball Cake and Frosting.—Cake: Whites of three eggs beaten stiff, one cup of sugar, one-half cup of butter, one-half cup of flour, two cups of flour, one-half teaspoonful of soda, one teaspoonful of cream of tartar. Frosting for cake: Two cups of sugar, two-thirds cup of milk; boil ten minutes; add a little lemon, and beat until cold. Sow your colery seed. An ounce of seeds should produce two thousand plants. Sow on a fine seed-bed, and cover the seed very lightly. If the weather becomes dry, water the young plants. Grass must be kept out, and should there be danger from heavy winds at night or frosts, a covering of muslin held at the corners with weights may be spread over them, though the young plants are quite hardy. Farina Dumplings.—One quart of milk, ten ounces of farina, three eggs, one and one-half teaspoonfuls of baking powder, a teaspoonful of butter, and one-half pound of flour; let the milk cool; stir in the farina and boil until well done; allow the mixture to cool, and add the melted butter and beaten eggs, and last add the flour, baking powder and salt; drop with tablespoon into salted, boiling water; boil a few minutes, till they rise; remove with skimmer and serve with fruit sauce. THE PICTURE WINDOW. Something About the Mont Château's Magazine in the House of the Moon. The search for material ended, the work of construction may begin. Two duplicate copies of the cartoon are first made. On a operation, suffices to accomplish this. The cartoon is laid on a large table, and beneath it are two sheets of similar paper and two sheets of ordinary black transfer paper arranged alternately. By passing a small revolving wheel over the outlines of the cartoon, the markings are quickly and accurately made. Each space is then numbered correspondingly on both tracings, and one of them is cut up to make patterns for the glass-cutter. An ingenious dissecting instrument is used for this purpose. It consists of a pair of double-edged shears, which, in cutting, removes a strip of paper just the width of the lead which will separate the fragments of glass when they are finally twund together. In this way, each pattern is precisely the size required. When the glass is ready to be put together in the window, there is very little coaxing to be done to get it into place. The picture window has now reached the most critical stage in its development. The paper patterns are to time suitable counterparts in glass, and upon the nicety with which this substitution is accomplished depends the effect of the entire work. Nothing is left undone that will assist the glass cutter in forming correct color judgments. Throughout the entire process, and here particularly, the work progresses under precisely those conditions that are best calculated to make surprises and incongruities impossible when the whole shall be completed. A sheet of plain glass, the size of the cartoon, is laid over the undisseeted tracing. Outlines of the intended lead bands are then painted on the clear glass in black lines of corresponding width. On the model thus prepared, the paper patterns are stuck by means of a little wax. It is now ready to be taken to the figure-room, where it is placed directly in front of a large window, and the slow work of substituting colored glass for paper begins. —Prof. H. Henderson, in Popular Science Monthly. Dealering with a Kicking Cow. Speaking of blows makes me think of those milk-stool blows which fall on the ribs of cows if they yield to their impulse to kick a careless milker. I have seen gentle cows sipped by pounding, but I never saw a kicker cured by it. If any horned animal kicks you, try to make it think you like to be kicked. Kind treatment and the entire ignoring of a kick from a cow will generally cure. Animals kick because they are afraid of you, and can't get out of your way. Convince them that you won’t hurt them under any circumstances and the cause of the kicking is removed. For an unsafe or nervous cow, however, I use a rope; about three-eighths rope is best. Tie a good snap to one end and a string to the other, and have it about two and one-half feet long over all. Pass the rope around the left hind leg just above the gambrel joint, give it one twist between the legs and then snap the ends together outside of the right leg, and your cow is harmless. The more she is inclined to kick the tighter the rope may be twisted. Now keep this rope hanging just behind the kicker and you never need whip her. I use the same rope to break heifers, and after putting it on a few times there is no trouble in milking without it. —Tetm. Stock and Home. A good wife has cured her husband of forgetting her order by writing them out in verse and making him commit them to memory. He may be seen marching down the street occasionally. Occasionally humming the following to the tune of “Yankee Doodle”: "Yankee Doodle, crowing, raisins, eggs, mincemeat, sugar, cheese and beans." Hall, pork, and fish for chowder. A farmer who plied his trade in a canoe on the Chatapoo Lake, Louisiana, caught a big snake on his line, and on hauling it on board the reptile wound itself around the man's neck and strangled him to death. The canoe containing the corpse with the snake still wound about the man's neck was found the next day. Stricken With Apoplexy. An aged gentleman of our acquaintance went out after a hearty meal to remove the ice from the sidewalk. He worked as an mill, naturally would with his head and shoulders bent tow. He suddenly fell, became unconscious and soon died. What was the cause of his death? Apoplexy the physician would say, "Apoplexy of the brain." In persons of good health, the coats of the arteries throughout the entire body are tough and elastic. In unhealthy persons, particularly those whose kidneys are diseased, the walls of the arteries undergo "degeneration" due to the action of the impurities in the blood which the kidneys have been unable to remove. In these cases, when the action of the heart is intensified by vigorous exercise, or excitement, the pressure upon some artery becomes too strong for it in its weakened state, a rupture occurs and a stroke of apoplexy follows as a matter of course. Derangements of the kidneys are common cause of apoplexy. Whenever they fail in the complete removal of the waste matter in the blood, the deadly poison known as uric acid and acumul. At the gates, and creeps through all the tiled channels where it rapidly causes decay. The primary cause of all organic disease such as paralysis, consumption, heart disease and nervous disorders, is directly attributable to a failure of the kidneys in their special function of purifying the blood. Kidney derangement is without doubt the most aggravating as well as the most prevalent of all ills of the present day, and unless kidney disease is taken in time and a prompt restorative, such as Warner's Safe Cure, applied death will inevitably result. Advanced kidney disease has baffled the united efforts of the best physicians for years and it is solely due to Warner’s Safe Cure, a simple vegetable discovery, that modern science has been able to successfully cope with it. Life insurance companies make sure of its non-existence before issuing their policies and the learned and careful physician will not attempt to prescribe for a patient afflicted with serious illness before first ascertaining if this disease is present. A New York woman who forwarded $1 each for a "music box" capable of playing twenty-three tunes received a large package on which sixty cents express was charged containing three live-cent harmoniums. A New American lady went to Burma as a missionary and married the first heathen she converted. Now the Burma are howling for more missionaries. "I see here that Johnny has got it. She interjected at once;—"Got what, William?" "His gun." Brooked on the Crest of the Waves. The landsman, tourist or commercial traveler, swiftly begins, and not only begins, but continues, to feel the extreme of human misery during the transit across the tempestuous Atlantic. But if, with wise fire science, he has provided himself with a supply of Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters, his lungs are promptly mitigated, and then cease to be the good ship again drops her anchor. This is worth knowing, and thousands of our yachtmen, summer voyagers, tourists and business men know it. Macdonald is driving out hand labor at last in the mill-working trade in England. The machines have had a monopoly of the business in this country for many years. "In the is a tide in the affairs of men which if taken at the flood leads on to fortune." If your affairs are at a low ebb now, don't fail to write to K. Johnson & Co., 136 Mum Street, Richmond, Va., who have plans that will enable you to make money rapidly. Last year raised one-fifth of the whole United States product of silk coons. If you are tired taking the large old fashioned griping pills, try Carter's Little Liver Pills and take some comfort. A man can't stand everything. One pill adose. Try them. Less beer and cigarettes and more study would be a good change for college students. Consumption may be avoided by the timely use of Carter's Little Liver Pills. Lisle's Money of Horchhold and Tar. Take a Tootache Drops cure in one minute. Everything is smooth sailing with us when we have no difficulty in raising the wind. Knit any case of nervousness, sleepless ness. weak stomuch. indigestion, dyspepsia, relief IS sure in Carter’s Little Liver Till* Tur, lover spends more on the engage meat ring than be spends on his wife in a year. !r afflicted with Sore Eyes use Dr. Isaac Thompson’s Eye Water. Druggists sell it. 25c mm ♦ PtTTSBLiion has tho largest axe factory in the world. It turns out 3,000 axes per day. It is a great social mistake to think that tho best aud largest fish arc “in the swim." JACOBS OIL FOR POULTRY. Ct’KKS Chicken Cholera and all Diseases of Poultry. Mt'OFSFRA L DIRECTJOSn,- Mir « pill aj hr rnd <x dough mluratrd irith St. Jatoh* Oil. (f thr ion I tan nut ivalUov furrt it down the throat Mur mm* tom rural dough with the Oil Oirr nothing Hu. Thru wilt finally tat and Sr airtd Sold by I>, igoirlr and Dtnttro Ertrijvhtr*. THE CHARLES A. VOCELER CO.. Bsltlmsrs. M 4. SLEEPING-CARS Tn addition t«. th*> r- if tar • m «nti' o 0,1 11.» < IIKAbU ..1 MMIUII ItfKNJMB WAGNER 's > vtitf ' hi- .tg liui'v n. It) Shore* m Y orlr CViatrttl Koiit#. ThrMMar* «m e paHallv deidrnrd to toMtmmndatd familiesor |>a*ti«*aof ti tend*; tn* Interior of (he car bring dl» nJrrt Into trn rm-to «h| roinpat tmrn»v ra« lt coiiinlninf t wobrrths, lavatory,clt**rt. hot android running water, a (Touting an opportunity to romnlrto Kir tnilrt w iihnnt lr«vin|{ your room, Voiding (loom '»*>» the a|w*t tmrtits prrnul of thrir lo in* ar lanffd en-nllf, if rtrwiiyd. ANOTHER ORDERS TRAIN V.suurosww, “NUMBER BIX," The New East Train, leaving daily at 8:00 P.M. has Wagner Vesting to New York and Boston. For full information, contact the train, apply in C. K. WHITEN, at the station, CHICAGO GRADFIELDS D-REGULATOR Cures all Diseases Peculiar to Women Book to “WASK" mailed free. SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS. WONDERFUL, EXCELLENT, and history of WEST. A, (MO) sold by all druggists. FRANCES E. WILBUR'S ESTATE V.A. (MOTORIST) and history of WEST. A, (MO) sold by all druggists. A. X. K (GUST) BUM WRITING To the state, you must see the difference between the two types of soap, each represented to be “just as good as the Ivory”; they are not, but like all counterfeits, lack the peculiar and remarkable qualities of the genuine. Ask for “Ivory” Soap and insist upon getting it. JOSEPH H. HUNTER, SSSiSJ FOR SKIN DISEASES. A POSITIVE CURE! Of diseases of the skin there are some more cases, in each class from two to four. These are either the result of stomach, liver, or kidney diseases, and for a cure depend upon a healthy action of these organs. Erysipelas, or Sr. Anthony’s Fire|«J| is the lesultof an impure condition of the blood,andW|H for a cure depends, primarily, upon the condition of L|3 tlie stomach, liver ond kidneys, and, upon the condition of the blood as manufactured by Hibbard’s Rheumatic Syrup, 19 containing Poke, Burdock, Mandrake, cul-MWW ver’s Root and others of the bh>od remedies, very carefully and scientifically compounded, strikes at the root of the evil eradicates the disease, whether of Scrofulous, Rheumatic or Syphiictlc taint.Rfciß HIBBARD’S RHEUMATIC SYRUPH NEVER FAILS. i M Always in sra<on ~*Sprinf t Summery, Autumn auJ Wintry. Procure it of xvjur druggist or send direct to us. Price, si.oo; 61 ss.oo, PD -ters, 35c; Pifts, 35'*. A Whole Family Cured Sait Rheum. BH Mich. # March 1, ISS7. I have been troubled with Rheumatism My wife, and babe fourteen months *>)d, and years, and Sait Kheum has been ail over my ™y P* >e* r * r>M, have: suffered with Scrofula body. I have it * d nearly every rcmetlf. c»r Kiuk’s Evil, it being hereditary. Th< y would found no relict except from Ilibbrtrd’s ltru u-^pP l| *Jw at times break out in sore*. I have employed matic Syrup. I could not lie i.L bed i t right. the Iwst physicians without the lca>l benefit. 1 l.ivc taken ten \>otilcs and :«cn a well inau. \\r have uwd fourteen bottles of llihliard’a i& truly a blood nurifkr. Rheumatic Syrup, and to my astonishment xvc 7 * 1 Nelson Moon*. |ffe«X are all well. AVords cannot describe how highly Wolcott NY wc value your medicine. John M. Mix, My little boy has been troubled with a sore throat. Dealer in groceries and provisions. Very type of Skin Disease, with intense itching. No remedy known to be highly endorsed by its until his face was covered with scabs. Home people. Our Medical Pamphlet, treating Dr. H. C. C. P. for catarrh, is completely cured. Mrs. Edmonds, Jackson, Mich. 88S at. St., New York, USA. CDIDIT PHOTOGRAPHS! Woifden's Remedy for Catarrh is the best, to use, and Chichester's have one for your ailments. Semi at 1 -a., in, ui. o THIN PARK WATCH FREE! Compound and other watches free! ESTABLISHED 1870. WOODWARD & CO. Receivers of GRAIN. Send all communications to main office, CHICAGO AND DULUTH, sent on application. ASLEEP ON THE RAILROAD TRACK. A little child, timid of play, had pillowed his head on a rail and fallen asleep. The train was almost upon him when a passing stronger rushed forward and saved him from a horrible death. Perhaps you are asleep on the track too. 