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L^IS O AGI^NT
TJne Unde.rsij*ned litis opened an OFFIC2D
(rjfcCr the SALE of LAN U.
{Persons kaviog REAL ESTATE to dis
pose ^of'a-aJl do well** register tho same
;for calc.
? LARGE FARMS suWIvided oud sold in
either.LARGE or SMALL parcels.
G?OD' FARMS for sale at from $2 to $6
per i-.crc, oh easy terms.
AUGUSTUS B, KNOWLTON,
' Oradgeburg C. IL, 8. C
nov 16 (
If jrott have oo Land, ?? Buy
as much as you want on EASY TERMS at
ine LAND OFFICE of
AUG. B. KNOU'LTON.
hot l? tf
llr jrfe'ca have More Lnn^thun
jyou can PAY TAXES on, Register it for
wie at the LAND OFFICE of
AUG. B. KNOWLTON. ?
If yon .nave I^crs Land than
' you want, BUY MORE nt the
LAND OFFICE of
AUG. B. KNOWLTON.
Pill d B. TABEIi.
JLRWISVILLE, S. C;,
(BT. MATTHEWS P. 0.,)
juno5 1873 tf
. J. FEIML MEYERS,
TRI AX JIJ&TICJS.
OFFICE COURT HOUSE SQUARE,
Will give prompt .attention .to ill business
?atrasted to him. mar 29?tf
Browning & Browning,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
?BAKOEBUR? .?. II., So. Oa.
ILVLCOLJI L BltOWMJfQ.
A F. BnowwiNa,
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AUGUSTUS B. KNOWLTON
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR
AT LAW,
, . ?BANOEBIIHCI, S. C.
jaly 8
IRJAjT, JUSTICE,
ridencoJm Fork' of 95?|tqiot
._LL BUSINESS ENTRuiBTER rW hp
?rqmptly and'sarefplljr attended to.
hxlj M
The Imago Seller.
BY SHIRLY BROWNE.
'linages, images I Please buy my
images I'
Four words of English were all that
Francesco Recdo oould speak; a pale,
slim strippling, with great dark eyes,
and! a complexion stained with the olive
of his native land. But be had a pleas
ant smile, aud the glimmer of his white
teeth from door to door was like the
\ wave of a frieodly hand. And although
his liugual command of tho language
was but small, he could understand a
deal more than he was able to ex
press.
So that not unnaturally, his bro.vn
face flushed scarlet, as ho stood with
his tray of images at Mrs. Topthrono,s
door, nnd that matron sorcamed out to
her youngest hope, who had opened
'Ono o' them dirty, thiavin' forignor.i
with his niggor face aud his parley voos
as I wouldn't trust in the same rooms
where my spoons was?no, not for
nothiu'! Send him about his business!
Tell him we dou't waut none of his
trash I'
And poor Francesco turned away,
mortified and dejected.
It has been a long, sultry sunim^r
day, aud as yet Francesco had sold
nothing. The image tray was heavy?
j?o wus Francesco Reedo's heart.
'1 will once again,' he muttered to him
i*Jbt\ in his native language. 'Once?
nnd Uten t'if 1 prove uus?ucessfal, I will
nooept iny if ate !
At tho next house he paused with his
uiUhica-l ?ory of 'Images I' inn ages! Please
buy my inniges!'
A yotwtg gH came to the door fresh
faced, like a daisy, with blue, jdcasant
eyes.
?Oh, enaantna,1 "?she crief, 'what!
pretty; plaster iumgeta- AJajf I buy
mio?'
Francesco"^ ?ej'e* bi?gkt-ev?d. tfJhe
plcasa'ax amile oujue back to ti.i mouth,
as he loosed a lihlevflatncTtu td -a child's
ligure from its abiding place
lJJcila jiijliu,' he uttered, bidding it up
and the girl bought it.
'Won't you hajvc a driuk of irate*!''
she said, artlessly. 'It's a warm day.
and you look tired.'
Ftancexco a mi led and uoddci.
'Grazie! he cried; 'mofti"yrazie mgno
r?ia.'
don't understand you,' suid the
girl, laughing; 'but here is the wa
ter.'
'Rosamond.' said the voice of a
plump, kindly faced matron, who came
by just then, 'give the poor fellow a
psecc ofthat cake you baked this more
iug. I'll warrant it won't come amiss.
Are you hungry, my boyl"
Frnucesoo smiled and nodded again,
and Rosamond Ellis watched him, with
an amused smile, as be eagerly devour
the home made cake and drank the cool
water. ,
jFranccBco Recdo shouldered his bur
den again, an trudged away. Mrs. Ellis
aujd her daughter, Rosamoad, forgot all
about the poor Italian wanderer in half
an hour?but Franoesco's memory was
more tenacious.
'Hold!' he said to himself, 'she was
like an angel, with thoso soft, pityiug
eyes. She bought of me, and paid me
my prico?she gave food and drink
Rosamond! RosainoodI Sho shall bo
my saint, my fair divinity! And the
name upon tho door was E-l-l-i-s, EUis.
I will not forgot. I am poor and friond
less, but I remember tho fable of the
Lion and the Mouse. Some tirao I may
bo able to thank my Rosamond with the
blue eyes. *
It was a foolish sort of a day droum
but what else had Francesco Reedo to
amuse himself with?
The lamps sJoog tho street wcro light
oil, when he returned to his dismal home
in one of the narrowest and mostswarm
ing of the down towu stroots. The
landlord, a burly Neapolitan, who kept
a grocery on the lower floor, stood at the
door, in his shirt sleoves, smoking * long
Clay pipe.
?How goes it, my friend 1' quoth be
Francesco Bhook his head.
'There's a letter for the, within,'said
Antonio, 'a legal letter, with sof.L* of
red wax. Courage, my friend perhaps
thou net come into a fortuno" j
And be langhed loudly at his own
wit.
Antonia ,Cosari was a truo prophet,
although be 'pretendod to uo gift of
second sight?and as Francosoo sat
reading tho letter that told him of his
inheritance on the death of a distant
relation, of a largo estate, he felt al
most as if he were in a droam.
?Rich !' he muttered to himself. '1 !
that but an hour ago was selliug images
through the streets! I, the owner of the
villa Paggiolo! I, the landlord of peas
nuts without number! Rut hold! I
shall not loavo tho country where my
good luck came to mo that would iudeod
be blind folly! I am but seventeen, I
will make myself a learned man?a son
of all nations!'
So began tho second ohapter of Fran
ccsc o Rccdo's lifo !
'Mother I had better see the land
lord myself',' said Rosamond Ellis, wist
fully. '1 don't believe he will be hard
on us, just as wo have buried poor fath
er,'
Mrs. Ellis shook her head?a head
now grizzled over by the snows of care
aud sorrow more than of years.
'Poor child, you do not know what
landlords are made of,' she sighed.
'Besides, it is not old Mr. Murray who
owns these houses now. They have
been sold to a -stranger?a foreioger, I
think, as I knve hoard.'
Whoever it may be,' said Rosamond,
bravely, 'he must hare a human heart
within his bosom. 1 will tell him our
story. I will beg him to wait for. the
rent a little while. And, mother, I
think he will consent.'
Mrs. Ellis shook her head, sorrowful
ly; sno knew more of the world than did
her daughter.
?Atdcast, I can but try skid, Rosa
mond. 'Kiss me mother, and wish mo
good luck.
And thus the fathrrlcss young girl,
dressed Vn deep mourning, sailed forth
upon her uncertain expedition.4
The ngrtit j*xt as usual, in the little
"tter a par into iati >u !' It is not usual;
but t'htMn.yours is ?.?t. u usual case. May
t- ?ciflR-c -mud r-ex: }ou t<? morrow ave
ing?'
He caran, an I with bi n hn brought
the deeds of tho littlrf brick cottige
'For me *esign ?' Mrs. Kllis vague
ly asked.
^No, tuadam, for you to koep. They
arc a present.'
,But do?'
'Stop just a moment, please,' said Mr.
Reedo, quietly, 'and let me tell you a
brief tale ofa poor, wandering Italian,
who came hungry and athirst to your
house, scliiug images. You bought one
of them.?-I see it on the uiancal now?
yo'i gave him food aud drink. With
that day the luck of his life turnod,
and he has ticver forgotten it. Keep the
deeds in memory of that kind ao
tiou.'
So Francesco Reedo left thom.
But became again in a few days?
and yet again?aud Rosamond learned
to listen for hi? footsteps, and colorod up
with delight when she hoard the welcome
acents of his voice.
Just a year afterwords they were
married, and on their wodding day,
Francesco Reedo told her, with tender
light in his eyes:
?My sweet saint, I hvve loved you
ever Bince you gave me that driuk of
cold water on the steps.'
Getting Them Out.
A family named Prather, says the
Detroit Free Press, occupyiug a house
on Croghan street, have paid no rent
for three mouths, and tho landlord has
bcon trying to get thorn out. Ho took
away tho front steps as a gontlo hint,
but they lived right on. Then ho got
hold of the front door key, but thoy
went around to tho side door. Tho
landlord then put a carpontenor in the
parlor to make repairs, but tho family
moved into the kitchen, and were ?tili
happy. After due consideration the
landlord took tho windows out of tho
parlor and bedroom, but tho family had
a good stove and plenty of wood. Next
after learning that he hadn't discour
aged his tenants, the owner of tho
house went iu and rumoved all tho doors
and windows; leaving the pure air of
heaven rushing through the old coop
liko a rupaway mule Ho thinks they
they will leavo in a day or two, but it is
doubtful, as pedestrians who panned the
houno in the afternoon saw tho chil
dren playing horse in the windows and
the father seated on tho bed mending a
rat-trap.
Tl?o Secret of the 4tBhie^Ioj5ei?'
A more charming little wifejor'a hap
pior little homo than GeorgXj Burton
bad, soldo n falls to the lot of h.ny man.
His Annette and tho cheery, blithe
some cottage of which she wnfc the mis
tress, so wonderfully became cBlih other,
and got to be so associated in hjis fancy,
thaj, it is hard to tell which b? thought
smilr-d upon him tho sweetestVolcjrae
on his return to thorn for rest jaf',er the
burdensome labors of tho day. t il
George Burton was a hortj.working
lawyer. Day in and day o?t he vns
busy studying and trying cases! It was
only at home, in tho evenings, that he
could call his time his own, land spent
it as ho cboso, which was /penally in
reading or talking to Annette. But
even then he kept a "don'T supplied
with law-books and other implements
for work, whither ho would retire, on
occasion, to consult with BOi)ia impor
tunate client.
That room was Annette's? aversion.
When George shut himself up in it he
was lost to her for the rest tho oven
ing. She called it tho "Blu^Closet j"
but, unlike the hapless FatimiV she felt
uo wish to explore its Bccrcts./ Perhaps
it might have been different had her
husband kept the door locked and the
key 15 hifl pocket. /..]
It was ono of George's wof'king even
ings, and Annotto went td spend an
hour with her chatty little; neighbor,
Mrs. Cherrup, hoping her f husband
would be disengaged by tho time sho
got back. But on her return, tho door
of the Blue Closet was ht'W shut, and a
light streamed through the keyhole.
With a sigh of disappointment, An
nettc was passing on to the lrjttlc parlor
to wait till George's worl( was done,
wl,eu she heard '''^so^jJBjffcio^ one
of them a woman's, broken nvith bobs,
the other that of her husband, in lo>v
and earnest tone*. She distinguished
the words "deceiver" and "villain,"
uttered by the former, followed by some
thing that sounded like a rcmunstrauce
on George's parL
Annette had never known what it
was to be jealous, and was not more
curious than tho average of her sex ;
but tor once sho felt an unaccountable
desire to penetrate tho secrets of the
Blue Closet. It is hardly probable she
would have peeped through the keyhole,
though possibly she might have stayed
te listen longer if the opening of the
door had not put her to flight.
She heard the footsteps of George
and his visitor along the passage, aud
the opening nnd closing of tho hall-door
us they went out together. What could
it all mean ? No lady olionts had ever
called there before. Then the sobs, the
passionate exclamations, George's earn
cat remoustrauce?all takon together
perplexed her entirely.
Sho sat down and tried to read, but
the words hud no meaning. Halfan
hour elapsed, aud George did uot re
turn. She began to feel uneasy, yet
wouldn't admit as much to herself.
What wa? thero, after all, hi George's
goiug out with.tho strunge lady 'I At
that hour it would have been rude not
to see her safo whore she was going.
Still, Annette would have much pre
ferred it had George been at her side
at that moment.
She hardly know what impelled her
toward tho door of tho Bluo Cloaot.
Somehow it possessed u strange fnscina
lion for her. It stood open, aud a light
was burning within. She entered, and
approach od her husbaud's writing-desk.
Gu it lay an openod letter. Between
her and Georgo thero were no Beeret?,
and she took it up mechanically. The
words wero traced in a woman's hand,
and purported to bo written by an
absont wifo to hor husband. "Dear
Georgo," the letter begun; and, after
goiug on to announce the writer's inten
tion soon to rejoin him from whom aho
had been so long unhappily separated,
it wouud up with "Y ->ur AHeotiouate
Wife."
Annette stnggored as if under a blow.
She had not known George long before
their marriage. He had oomo from a
distant city, aud they had met as atran
gets. But ho had shown himself in all
things so truo and noble that sho would
not have hesitated to stake her life up
on his honor. And now, to find that he
had another wife?that sho was not his
wifo 1 the thought was maddeniug. ?
One f eeling took possession of her.
She must fleo from that bourse on the
iustaut. To rcmaiu longer in it would
be to add to her disgrace.
She hastened to her room, hurried on
her bonnet and shawl* and without stop
ping to consider whither she should go,
with rapid steps passed out of the door,
and turned her back upon the homo
where hitberic she had known nothing
but happiness.
"Go back, Ponto," she said, to a
magniGcent Newfoundland dog that
came bounding to her side.
Go hack, poor fellow," she added,
more kindly ; aud a tear full on Poato's
shaggy head as she patted it gently at
parting.
The night was dark, and the place
was just remote enough from the city
to render it unsafe, at such an hour, for
a lady to go out unattended. But An
netto heeded not the danger. Her
heart was breaking with a trouble that
left no room for any other.
Suddenly a light flashed in her face,
and two men sprang into the path be
fore her.
"Yout pnrso, watch, and jewels !" ex
claimed one of them, laying a rude
hand upon her shoulder, while the other
kept the gleam of his lantern turned up
on her.
Before Annette dared or had time to
cry ont, trusty l'onto had the fir.st ruffian
by the throat, and before assistance
could be rendored by his accomplice,
the latter was grappled by one far more
than his match in strength and courage
In short, Pnnto, who had thought it
wise to follow his mistress, in spite of
orders, and Ponto's master, who was
returning after escorting his charge to
der destination, had just been in time
to rescue Aunctte from her fearful
peril.
"What, in Heaven's name, brought
you here, Annette?" asked George,
after assistance had some and the rob
bers hud been scoured.
"Can you ask," she replied, *'after
that terrible letter ?"
"What letter?"
"The one 1 found on your desk, j ust
now, from your furnier wife 1"
".My former wife I"
The truth Hashed on George's mind.
"Why, Annette, you were uever silly
enough to believe that letter was ad
dressed to me I It was one that fell
into the hands of a poor lady who came
to consult mc this evening, and which
is addressed to the man whom she has
hitherto believed her husband, by a
former wife, as it would seem. The
scamp, it appears, is named George, like
myself. It would bo a fortunate thing
if *tny uuhappy client would turn out to
be as much mistaken ns you have been."
Annette wanted to cry and beg
George's pardon, but he kissed away
both the tears and the words ; and when,
leaning on her husband's arm, she
crossed the threshold of her still happy
home, Annette promised herself never
again to pry iuto the secrets of tho Blue
Closet.
Thoughts for Saturday Night.
The soul is strong that trusts in good
noBR.
Humanity, like darkness, reveals the
??heavenly light?.
There is nothing on earth divino be
sides humanity.
A good man enlarges the term of his
own existence.
To have ideas is to gather. To think
is to weave them into garlands.
It ifl easy to look down on others;
to look down on ourselves is tho dirti
culty.
What we need most is not so much
to realize the ideal as to idoalixe the
real.
Ingratitude is aWays a kind of weak
ness. I have never soon that clover
men have been ungrateful.?Feothe.
God gives manhood but ouo clew to
succcs?utter and exact justice; that
ho guurrantces shall bo always expedi
ency.
Th conly way to make tho mass of
mankind see tho beauty of justice is by
showing them in pretty plain terms the
conscquouco or injustice.
1 had rather nevor leccivo a kiudnoss
than never bestow ono. Not to return
a benefit is the greater sin, but not to
confer it is the earlier.?Seneca.
What hun surprised me most in his
tory is to read of so few kings who hare
abdicated their thrones?not above a
dozen or two at the most.?Sterne.
There is a perennial nobleness and
even aacrcdnegs in work. Were we
ever bo bonighted, forgetful of bis high
colling, there 16 always hops in a man
that actually and eamastly works.'
The happincs of life may be greatly
increased by small courtesies, in which
tho re is ne parade, whoso voice is too
still to tease and which manifest them
s civ en by tender nud affectionate looks
and little kind acti of attention.
A Fickle Woman.
In 1749 occurred an odd episode in
John Wesley's life. On one of bis
missionary journeys he had been taken
sick at Newcastle, where ho was nursed
by Grace Murry, one of his female
"helpers," a handsome, clever widow of
four-and-thirty, Wesley himself boing
twelve years older. IIa asked ber to
marry him. She soemed amazed, and
replied, "This is loo great a blessing. I
cannot tell how to believe it. This is
oll I could have wished under heaven ."
Wesley, quite naturally, took this as a
formal betrothal. But Grace had not
long before nursed John Bennett, a
Methodist preacher, of about her own
ago ; and Wesley was soon astounded
by a joint letter from Grace and John,
asking his cons :nt to their marriage
Thon ensued a comedy lasting for
months, tho like of which no playwright
has ventured to put on the stage.'Grace
would have been quite content with
either of her lovers, were it not for the
other.
:'.-)?,> Si .??tili > -1 ?
But, contray to all example, it was
tho absent one whom she wanted.
When V\ eeloy was with her she longed
for Bennett; when Bennett was present i
she louged for Wesley. How many
times she broke and renewed her on
gagement with each it would be hard to
tell. "I love you," she said to Wosley,
"a thousand times better than I ever
loved John Bennett; but lam afraid if
L don't marry him he'll run mad."
That very evening she promised herself
again to Bennett. A week after she
told Wesley she was determined to livo
and die with him. She indeed wanted
to be married at once; but Wesley
wished for some delay. Grace said she
could not wait more thin a year, A
fortnight later she met Bennett, fell at
his feet, and acknowledged th.it she h:id
used him ill.
They were married a week after. This
strange marriuge seems to havo turned
out a happy one. Bennett die l in the
triumphs of faith ten years later. Graea
survived until 1803, dying at the age of
eighty-seven. For years she was a bright
light in the Methodist society. Wesley
?>aw her three days after her marriage,
and but once more on earth. Thirty
nine years after, she came to London ou
a visit to her son, and expressed a wish
to see Wesley. Ho was eighty-five
years old, she paBt seventy. What could
they have to say, except "Hail and
farewell !"
A Woman8' Club.
At a womans* club in Ohio, such qucs
tions as tho following are discussed:
1 The making and baking of different
varieties of bread.
2 Cake in all varieties.
3 House cleaning, i o, how to clean
a house with the least confusion, the
least destruction to property, aud the
greatest expedition
4 Cun practical housekeeping be ro j
ducod to a perfect system ?
5 How should cows be fed and water
ed, and how should milk be taken care
of to make the bist quality of butter?
6 What is the best method of caning
fruit ?
7 Tho baking of pastry and baking
of pie:).
8 How to make and keep pickles
both sour and sweet.
We commend the idea of a womans'
club to our lady readers?it is a good
ouo.
Candidates, Kissing and Meazles.
'? ." ' < '* ? I Su it no if r .j.v?
Wc nre told by a high authority that
next to greon parasols for their wives
at soven-nnd-sixpeuse apiece, there's
nothing that so oharma and wius hesita
ting voters as tho kissing of their ro
spectivo infauts by the anxious .candi
date for office. Gloomy ?nd fearful as
tho ordeal may bo, many an unselfish
patriot has nobly borne it, animated by
a glowing cousideratiotaot hiscouutry's
interests. Mud pies could not deter
him, nor molasses scare. But if we may
believo an Englishman who has long
been a candidate^ an element of danger
has entered into this perfo/rasnc^l?^, ?
promises to send it ferererir 'Not/ Iwfft
than three several and distinct times bt#>'
Mr fiorsman caught the measohi tfeMdg%**A
his fearless and determined Kissing th?.-v ,
babies of electors. The most re*ofetfs>r A
canvasser may well pause'-at this' Jf?V i
telligence and ask himself wfcstfcjlMfc^''
bo worth whilo to dare measles' for' the7 *
.,uke of otBcc. , e.t<fIt? ^
- . ! srr ?imea
Filthy Lucre.
.l'> . blip 1 n t|U Ir^'Tt 5W t*
' " ' ? ' ' f 'C fti (MIfl lg? ?tl
"There's no such thing as money ia.
this country !" was the exolamatisifcfJ^uW
an Englishman afew years ago; affefW ??
brief sojourn in New York. V*as?
It happenod in this way :
The Englishman, in the course of his
business, found it necessary to obtain S1I a
advance on some merchandise? q,! He ~"'J
t^adc the usual arrangement* ' witr^a*'
go commercial house to accommodate
him. On going to consummate it,
receive tho cash, he was a good deslr ?
surprised when, in lion of it, the "senior t -'
member tendered to him the acqsptsnos^ <ltg
of the firm, payable at ninety days d;*to.
"What am I to do with this rubelt*
quired. "Take it to B. -B; S *G4Sk&
(naming some well-known bankors)pwljf
the reply. "They will give you ih^o!;
money at the legal rate." The Bngluj*,
I man did as directed. He met with no _
difficulty. The paper was acceptable,
! and although our hero did noTtotti^?J ^
cash, he received a check for t$>;*>$Vffsr feat
amount on a neighboring bank. T^r^sf ?,^
he repaired in tho . fhH COnfidonSftfeWe !
having something, tangible. HeilrtbW
mistaken. The individual ftt tlte"vil&k* w'
to whom he presented' tne ehtek to'r'p?^^ *
ment seized it nervously, and io;8>cspi4^2
\ incoherent manner 1 scrawled: Si BBS ilf
hieroglyphics on its face,1 SadthrfcStfl*^
back into the hands of ilfs S^fisltfe?0^
..veal [-?i-v?)??? Rew ivodjMi Ua kai
owner, motioning at the same M^jfiF*
stand aside for tho noxt iwnser,, a^fffjj*3l
check had been duly "certified." TJtafe
was what the scrawl acroa.i its faoo i
meant. In, a state , ofaospepsion Md ^
^anxiety the Engli^maV^
to the person to whom he Was jpAsJhlft^iBW j
and timidly exhibited what h? feaftslft?S
offer. To ' his surprise his f*Uk\0m$
countenance brightened. "Manyt6untej',P*
be exclaimed. "By the wayj*' tht?\
amount is too largo ; there will be same
thing over a huudrod' dollars coming
you," and he proceeded to fill a cheoS?;:'
for it. The Englishman' groahctl LiV,.' '
spirit. It was only another "piece ' ....
paper." And then it was he c^lymfl|fly
"There is no such thinj asmoney v
this country !"? Galaxy. ? U ?Iei udi flfi
Cerebro-Spinal XeningitL?..-X/
,vedi J?a' ?* ttxraid ort) ,fxadoa &?tm\%
It is almost worth while bviirig sick if
one can only have a malady with a ttiw"^
name. A lady came to me, perhaps a
year ngo, aud gravely told me, "I am
sufiering from polarisation of the cere
hro-Bpinal axis." She was sure this was
her malady. A certain-doctor who Was
educated iu Europe had carefully
amitied her qase and assured her. that
the malady was "Polarization of th/,
cerbro-spinal axis." The doctor advised *
a European trip, with tho use of i?dido
of potassium aud brumiilo ofjiota&itiaijL*
She wished me to examine heT case Wd *-}
tell her what I thought of it. ^Afibra.;
few inquires, I said, '?Itfa the.backaO&SRO?
You must tako eff your corsets, keep .&)
your feet warm and go .tQo?bed\atJB!?
o'clock." Sho soon got well, but. I think :y
was never altogether satisfied./wj^h-r.^
giving up that grand name for pis;
backache, or with exohanging i
putasfium for abandonment of (
bromide of potassium for bej
o'clock. " Jg?,.
Cerebro spinal meningitis is t|%i
many people seem to think, a "speoifio
disease like small-pox, "but exhausttba
accompanied by irritation
tion of tho'membraoces of thebrklii'itfd
spinal cord.' It is a logical resalt'rjfl^uV-^
past mode of life. Wo bteatfio'itfraaf^
air, live in the shade, neglect ottefib^
keop bad hours, and rush things gehet? '
ally. Naturally, ourhoad^' add
become oxhahstcd, and ono-h
then takes on.a littjle o?ngesti?nof thjgpt
parts and dies. The ssAiS'dtBe)tts>ilpSi 5'
prevailed among tho exhaostod'-ifor
huiidfeds '%)"? ye?TB, bat:B?we act?
grand name : has , bee* iavfati#tir%
No one Joads a ??nsible Ufa ^" frUiHlftBi
ly to suffer! from an aMaok^ofAibit^Igg
ady.?Z>io Lewis, -<lso\ Tuva *\ wd*rf
No other living thing '?aago sa:>!^,,
asabo^ On^Q JfWBdj.. rao|> ^yfi
' - ' ?** thin t-U mt?t