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"'CAUSE HE DOESN'T CARE TO." Yes, they all are coming home, And they say ifs "Jolly." Every one is married now. Even little Polly. And I keep on saying "all," For I jost can't bear to Think of one who doesn't come 'Canse he doesn't care to. He baa never told me so. Seasons? Yes, a plenty I Bnt one reason has more weight. To my mind, than twenty, And I somehow feel as if I should like it better If his reasons did not fill Quito so long a letter. All the others come and bring Things for me and father; Little things-because they know We would so much rather. Bnt he sends a hamper up Flowers and fruit and, under, Things that must have cost so much That they make us wonder. Thero's the turkey in the coop- ' He can hardly gobble, He's so fat-and those two ducks They can't walk, they hobble. And the mince meat turned out welL Pies will need be plenty And tho pudding good and big, ? For we'll sit down twenty. How he used to p ran oe about When he saw me baking! Seems to me I see him now. Everything I'm making ' Brings him right before my eyes. Yet I wouldn't dare to Say to father, "He don't come "Cause he doesn't care to." Father doesn't seem to think As I feel about him ?Johnny always told the truth. Why should we misdoubt him?" But he's saying in his heart Yes, I'm sure it's there too "Johnny isn't coming home 'Cause he doesn't care ta" Sonny boy, your world ls fall* But there's not another Hole LS you in her heart of hearts Like your poor old mother! Come before that day comes when Twill be you can't bear to Think ot how you didn't come 'Cause you didn't care to! -Margaret Vandegrift in Youth's Companion. A REALIZED IDEAL. Miss Rossiter sat alone in the li brary, gazing rather pensively into the fire. When the servant came with the lights, she had sent him away, saying that she preferred sit ting by tiie firelight, and now she leaned back luxuriously in her great easy chair, preparatory to the rath er unusual indulgence of an intro spective mood. She could not be called introspec tive as a general thing, for she was far too busy with charities, flower missions, Tolstoi clubs, church and society in all their fullness, to allow herself the popular fad of self anal ysis, and then there was Tom Lin field. She had been engaged to Tom for nearly a year. He was a dear good fellow and was succeeding so well in his busi ness, and yet-well, she was vague . ly conscious that she had not been as deeply disappointed as an en gaged girl should be when she had received his note that day telling her he had been called out of town unexpectedly and might not be able to return in time to be with her that evening, as he had planned. She wondered if, after all, she did love him as she should. She sighed a little and determined to allow herself the pleasure of feel ing rather miserable upon this sub ject Tom was a dear, she thought, but if he only had a little more love and appreciation for the things she cared fori Not that he was not all love and appreciation for her, she admitted to herself, for she knew that he con sidered her the very loveliest and cleverest girl in the world; still there was no denying that Tom was rather slow sometimes, and so prac tical She remembered how at the art exhibition they had stopped be fore a picture of the impressionist school that it was the thing to ad mire. To be quite honest, she was not entirely sure whether she real ly understood and admired it her self, but she had heard so much talk about it from people whose judg ment she held to be entirely above criticism that she had at last per suaded herself that to her, too, it was replete with life and meaning. At any rate it was annoying to have Tom look at her in undisguised amazement as she praised its vir tues and to hear him exclaim : "That daub! You surely don't admire that?" But then he was so penitent when she had explained it to him, and even if he did not understand it was pleasant to hear him say: "You are the cleverest girl, Nan. I often wonder how you can care for a fellow whose only pretense to good taste is his love for you. ' ' She remembered how, a few weeks ago, at a symphony concert, she had looked into Tom's face to see if in some degree he did not feel the joy of the music that flooded her soul. He was fond of music, in his way, but he was candid enough to confess i that a bright, pleasing bit of light i opera brought far more pleasurable i emotions to him than the most soul- i ful melodies of the great masters. On this particular occasion Miss i Rossiter remembered that he had returned her rapt expression with c one of anxiety and had murmured i tenderly: "What is it, darling? Are you sitting in a draft ?" j Oh, dear, it was always drafts, 1 or something equally annoying to ber. She wondered, if she could i choose for herself, what her ideal ^ picture would be like. ^ She pictured to herself several types of her own creation, finally * wavering between a dreamy Burne- ^ Jones figure and a hero of the Chev alier Bayard type, so dear to most ^ women. Somehow or other Tom's vigorous personality would persist ( in mixing itself up with her brain ^ portraits until they were such a sad composite that in despair she gave 1 up the personal appearance of her J ?Tp.o.1 1 "Not that I care so muc? io looks," she said to herself, "bu how pleasant it would be to have ; lover who understood my ever thought, who anticipated ever wish, and who would know what was about to say before the word were formed, whose knowledge wa boundless, and whose soul shouh be in touch with all that was goo< and true and beautiful." Oh, if she could but see such J one, she thought to herself, hov she could unburden her soul to him Conversation would be a rapture and how ennobling, how elevating life with such a one would be? Jus at . this point in her reveries Mis: Rossiter (who rather prided herseli upon her calmness under the mosl surprising and trying circum stances) gave a sudden start and ex clamation. She rubbed her eyes anc gave herself a little pinch to see ii she could be dreaming. No, shewaE wide awake, and in the easy chaii near her sat a man, a stranger tc her. Strange to say, she felt neither alarmed nor embarrassed, and af tex the moment of surprise at this sud den visitation she stole another look at her unexpected com])anion, who was gazing intently into the fire. He was rather tall and slender, and his regular features and dark, dreamy eyes were pleasant to look upon. She had avague impression of fa miliarity as she watched him, and a haunting resemblance to some one, perhaps a mere brain image, puzzled her.. Just then he turned toward her and smiled slightly. "I do not wonder that you like to sit here," he said in courteous ac cents. "It is a pleasant room and gratifies one's aesthetic sense. You love to watch the firelight glimmer through the room, now playing up on the gilt of the picture frames, or suddenly lighting for a moment some dusky corner; but, best of all, you like to watch the warm glow leap over that marble Psyche. You have a passion for color." "Yes," she said wonderingly, "but how did you know? Who are you?" "There is no thought: of yours that I do not know," he said, "and I came here in response to your wish. I am your longed for kindred soul-your realized ideaL " Miss Rossiter was silent for a mo ment and sat vainly trying to recall the theories that Herr Gundlach had advanced before the German club concerning kindred souls and affinities. If she remembered right ly, he had said that each soul had a kindred soul, but that sometimes there were limitations oj? time and space which in another world-but just here the stranger interrupted her thoughts by saying: "Yes, that is true. But cometimos, under peculiar conditions, as to night, time and space are as noth ing. ADd so it is that I am with you now." He ceased speaking. Surely it was the opportunity of Miss Rossiters life for unbounded soul revelations ; but, odd to relate, she felt strange ly silent. A number of naturally curious questions flitted through her brain, but she checked her thoughts a lit tle guiltily, as it occurx-ed to her that m all probability the stranger was cognizant of her thoughts and might consider her inquisitive. "No," he remarked politely, "I am not permitted to reveal the laws which govern me, nor can I tell how long I may be able to remain with you." Then he really did know what she was thinking. She had never imagined how very perplexing it would be to constant ly control one's thoughts-to put a check rein on them, to quote Tom's language. She turned a little uneasily in her chair, and in doing so inadvertently revealed one of her daintily slipper- 1 ed feet. 1 Now, Tom had a special weakness for a dainty slipper, as she well : knew, and, forgetting for a moment that it was not Tom who sat there, \ she looked up in apparent uncon- ' sciousness of any little feminine art, only to meet an amused smile in the ; stranger's eyes. t "Yes, most men like to see a pr?t- 1 ty slipper," he commented benevo- i lently. "A coquettishly placed rib- 1 bon, a flower in the hair, are so e many arrows to the masculine t heart. Little men dream of the time and thought that have been given to what seems to them some uncon scious little arrangement1 ' Miss Rossiter flushed angrily and drew her foot back with a jerk. Really, this thing of laying bare me's every little thought was too * nuch, and yet was it not exactly ? vhat she had wished for-to be per- f tectly understood? * She ought to be above such little * weaknesses anyhow. ] Perhaps if she tried books the * ?onversaticm might become more c unmated. The stranger followed her glance 1 is it rested on a small table near 1 her, where sevoral books were lying. 1 "You have been reading," he re- 6 narked. "Ah, yes, I see-Ibsen, 1 Browning, Tolstoi." He smiled a v little wearily. r "You, of course, have read them r ill, " said Miss Rossiter a little shy- *: ly, for she happened to think that 'boundless knowledge" was one of ^ ;ier wished for ideal's attributes. "I? Oh, yes," he answered. "You 1 lo not quite know whether you car?; 11 for Ibsen or not, do you?" Now, this was indeed true, 1 mt as r :he president of an Ibsen club Miss >' Rossiter had never before faced the "act. She was a clever girl and accu tom ed to being looked up to as quii an authority on literary matters b her own special coterie. Had n< Dunning Jones, the most successfi journalist in the city, told some or that Miss Rossiter was a very inte: esting girl, well read and up in e-1 eiything? But before "unbounde knowledge" how could one tal Basily or air one's little opinions? For the first time in her life tb self possessed, cultivated Miss Roi Biter felt shy, crude and ignoran 5he was really a very superic young woman, of lofty aims an ideals ; but, being a very human an very charming person, she had he little limitations, all of which sh would have confessed to you wit refreshing candor. Still she coul not help wondering for a moment i life with a person who "thorough! understood" her would, after all, b as helpful as life with some on whose love exaggerated her virtue and blinded him to her defects. As she said to her most intim?t girl friend afterward: "It never oe curred to me before just how man; )f my so called virtues were calle) iut just because Tom thought I poa jessed them. "You see that touched me so, th? inplicit confidence in me, that '. would immediately proceed to culti rate all my supposed good quali ?es, so that I might keep my plac< n Tom's regard with greater satis iaotion to myself." This night referred to, however ?he did not allow herself to so dis inctly formulate the thought Ono? more she turned the conver tatton to books, to art and to music int what pleasure could there be ii i conversation where the other par y concerned knew before she spoke ill that she would say. He even in lirectly apologized once for antid oting her. "I cannot help it, you see," he laid. "I came in answer toyoui vish, burdened with the conditions t imposed upon me. "It does make conversation awk ward, I admit, but we may as well nake the best of it for I am power ess to leave you unless" "Unless what?" said Miss Rossi er with more of the "speed the >arting guest" in her tone than was insistent with true politeness, but he stranger only smiled and looked ?nee more into the fire. A sense of injury commenced to ankle in Miss Rossiter's mind. 'And all because of a foolish wish, hat I have heard a dozen girls nake, my life is to be spoiled in this vay, " she thought. Perhaps Tom vould not have loved her so deeply lad he really understood her. The past tense of that last thought ent a pang through her heart Vas she always to be tied to this Ireadful mind reader of a realized deal? She supposed the only thing left 1er to do was to live upon such a righ plane that she need not object >r fear to be as a printed page for tim to read. And yet, oh, the weariness of the deal No more half severa, half coquet ish lectures to Tom on his stupid ly,, always ending in increased doration on his part and increased Jfection on hers, for it always ileased her fancy, after having irmly established her claim to ideal hip in Tom's mind, to be so ex remely gracious and penitently af ectionate that the "large andap ireciative audience of one," as Tom emarked, went home happy. But all those old, happy times rere over, she thought. Such a deep pity for herself filled liss Rossiter's mind that tho great aars gathered in her eyes, and ono tad escaped from beneath tho long ashes and was slowly rolling down er cheek when two strong arms nddenly enfolded her, and a sym athetic voice, Tom's voice, was aying, "What in the world are you reaming about, you poor dear?" Now, Miss Rossiter was not as a ole wildly demonstrative, but upon ais occasion her manner was warm nough to gratify the most ardent )ver. She clung to Tom as if he had ist been rescued from some dread ll calamity and she feared to lose im again, and when he begged her ) tell him what was the matter, lat he "didn't understand," she sclaimed rather hysterically: "Oh, lat is the beauty of it. I don't want ou to understand, Tom, dear, and m so glad you don't. I don't think ever care to be understood again. ; was only a dream, and he's gone, lank goodness, but you can never now how I suffered. " Tom looked deeply puzzled at iese seemingly random and inco erent remarks, but at her express 68ire forbore questioning her. Whatever it was she had dreamed, ie effect produced was that he had ad a warmer welcome than ever efore during their engagement, nd he was satisfied. At tho next meeting of tho Ger lan club Miss Rossiter, who a few reeks before had read a stirring aper advancing the theory that )me time on this earth there would e a golden age, when kindred souls rould live in tho full delight of ^alized ideals, read an equally stir ing paper combating and flatly con flicting her own pet theories. On the way homo from the club irs. Denny, who prided herself on nding tho hidden springs which roduced action in her friends' linils, suddenly remarked: "Nan Rossiter, you have some sason for s.> suddenly changing our mind about those theories of ours. " "Yes. " reulied Miss Rossiter with an inscrutable smile. "I have a rea son, but that, as Kipling says, is an other story, and one I refuse to tell."-Agnes Brown in Philadel phia Times. Testing an Atlantic Cable For Leaks. When the insulated strand, or the "core" of the cable, as it is hence forth called, passes from this opera tion, it must go to the testing room to determine if the insulation is really perfect, or if a little electrici ty still can escape from the copper. It would be useless to make this test in the air, since even without an in sulator tho current does not pass readily into air. It must be tested under water, in the medium in which it is to be employed. Shallow tanks filled with water receive each section, and after a section has lain 24 hours in the water in order to come to the same temperature as the water the test is applied. If the effect which ought tobe produced on his galvanometer by passing in to the core a certain quantity of electricity does not result, the elec trician knows that there is a flaw and that the insulation is imperfect ? -that is, that the electricity is es caping. There is nothing that can be measured with more accuracy than electricity. The laws which govern its flow in a body are perfectly un derstood. The electrician knows how much he pours in. He can draw it out, measure it, treat it, iny short, as if it were water in a pipe. A leak in an electric wire is dealt with al most as a leak in a water pipe and can be located quite as exactly. When once located, it is easily re paired.-McClure's Magazine. The Question of Lack. In replying to the query, "Does not luck sometimes play a goodly part in a man's success?" Edward W. Bok, in The Ladies' Home Jour nal, writes: "Never. Henry Ward Beecher an swered this question once for all when he said, 'No man prospers in this world by luck, unless it be the luck of getting up early, working hard and maintaining honor and in tegrity.' What so often seems to many young men on the surface as being luck in a man's career is j nothing more than hard work done ' at some special time. The idea that luck is a factor in a man's success has ruined thousands. It has never helped a single person. A fortunate chance comes to a young man some times just at the right moment And that some people call luck. But that chance was given him because he had at some time demonstrated the fact that he was the right man for the chance. That is the only luck j there is. Work hard, demonstrate ! your ability and show to others that if an opportunity comes within your grasp you are able to use it. " Ham m erg. Hammers are represented on the monuments of Egypt, 20 centuries before our era. They greatly resem bled the hammer now in use, save j that, there were no claws on the i back for the extraction of nails. The j first hammer was undoubtedly a stone held in the hand. Claw ham mers were invented some time dur ing the middle ages. Illuminated manuscripts of the eleventh century represent carpenters with claw ham mers. Hammers are of all sizes, from the dainty instruments used ! by the jeweler, which weigh less ! than half an ounce, to the gigantic j 50 ton hammer of shipbuilding es- j tablishnients, some of which weigh : as much as 50 tons and have a fall ing force of from 90 to 100. Every ! trade has its own hammer and its ! own way of using it Geometry. The invention of geometry is at tributed by some to the Assyrians or Chaldean philosophers, hy others to the Egyptians. Geometry was brought into Greece by Thales in 600 B. C. The study was greatly improved by Pythagoras and was brought to perfection by Euclid, 300 B. C. The researches of Archimedes were made in the third century be fore Christ. The Appreciation of Experience. < "Why do you think so much more ] of your father than you did before i you were married?" J "Because I had never lived with 1 any other man up to that time."- i Detroit Free Press. < A Poor Worker. No man or woman can work well, mentally or physically, nor perform effective service of any kind who is 1 burdened with a torpid liver, (-on- m 8tipation and deficient secretion of bile have clogged up the organs of the body so that they cannot keep up the energy to the proper standard, hence, < weariness, headaches, depression, i fickle appetite result. All this can be ( changed with a few doses of Prickly Ash Bitters. It cleanses the system ] thoroughly, flushes the excretory ^ canals, drives out impurities, imparts t new life to the vital organs and re stablishes healthy functional activi ty, which brings with it energy, 1 strength, vigor of body and brain and J cheerful spirits. Sold by Evans Phar macy. I -mm ? *m? - I - To work and live only for one's self will by no means promote happi ness. On thc contrary, it is a source j of intense misery. The secret of many a a joyless life, which has gone out into 1 bitterness, suicide or insanity, maybe . found in the selfishness which domina- t ted it. from its beginning to its close, o To live in love is to live in everlasting * youth. 0 - [f you ever feel yourself getting \ conceited, just remember that the best j people arc all dead. ' ( DANCING TURTLES The Curions Training to Which They Are Subjected In the Far East. The spectacle of an old, bearded man, with long, tangled locks, dress ed in a fantastic costume, attracted the attention of passersby one day in one of the large seaports of Ja pan. Some said he was an Aino, pointing to his long hair and beard, and that he was a bear worshiper from Nagasaki The old man stood on the deck of a houseboat quite as disreputable as he himself appeared and gave an exhibition th?i was in every respect remarkable. j_ie held an old brass drum, upon which he beat with sev eral sticks, keeping time with his foot, and in obedience to this strange summons a number of cornmon high back river tortoises of various sizes crawled out of a box, and, forming themselves in line, began to march, one after the other, to the slow, dis cordant music. Around they went in a circle, the big ones ahead, the smaller ones following on behind, and at the word of command the larger ones took their places be tween two boxes and formed a liv ing tortoise bridge, over which the small ones passed from box to box, the others then following suit, whereupon all the tortoises arranged themselves in groups, like plates about a table. The Japanese have another tor toise, which they train to perform simple tricks in the water. It is a little creature, about three or four inches long, that from a life of in activity has become covered with a long growth of gTeen pondweed, which streams behind like hair as it swims along. These people are also famous for their strange fishes of the carp fam ily. Some are short and chubby, with eyes that protrude so far from the head that they look like tele scopes or the stalked eyes of some crabs, with which the little crea tures can see in every direction. Others have a broad lacelike tail that hangs gracefully like a mass of lace and appears to be divided in to three parts. Others have a per fect black cross marked upon the back, which, against the deep red, which is the prevailing color, pre sents a magnificent appearance. Others are called the fish of the white cross, the latter being white against red. These beautiful creatures are trained to perform a variety of tricks. They rise at the sound of a bell, ring a bell themselves, follow one another in a row at the signal, and then in many ways show their remarkable intelligence. The Japanese also import the famous fighting fishes from India, which they keep in an aquarium and match in contests, which are, it must be said, decided without blood shed, though the little creatures show no little ferocity. The tortoise and crane are both sacred anim?is in Japan, and the former is often seen with the stork walking about the villages, paying no attention to the people, and as safe as is the sacred ox in India. New York Sun. Thoreau at Capo Cod. In Cape Cod, Thoreau gave his natural drollery full play-an al most antinomian liberty, to take a word out of those ecclesiastical his tories with the reading of which under his umbrella he so patiently enlivened his sandy march from Or leans to Provincetown. "As I sat on a hill one sultry Sunday afternoon, " he says, "the meeting house win dows being open, my meditations ; were interrupted by the noise of a j preacher who shouted like a boat- j awain profaning the quiet atmos- j phere, and who, I fancied, must have taken off his coat. Few things could have been more disgusting or disheartening. I wished the tithing man would stop him." Charles Lamb himself could not have bet tered the delicious, biting absurdity sf that final touch. It was not this Boanergian minister, but a man of an earlier generation, of whom we are told that he wrote a "Body of Divinity, ' ' a book1 'frequently sneer 3d at, particularly by those who have read ii " The whole Cape, past and present, was looked at half quiz zically by its inland visitor. The srery houses "seemed, like mariners ashore, to have sat right down to en joy the firmness of the land, with out studying their postures or ha biliments"-a description not to be Cully appreciated except 'ay those ?vho have seen a Cape Cod village, with its buildings dropped here and there at haphazard upon the sand. -Atlantic Monthly. DUTerent. Little Pierre, a French boy, went jut to walk with bis father in the .oad and was badly frightened by a irove of cattle. "Why should you be afraid, Pierre?" his father asked. "Why,j rou eat such creatures as that atj Jinner, you know." "Yes, papa," said Pierre, "but! hese aren't well enough done. "-? London Fun. Zanzibar, in southeast Africa, is f, (572 miles from Washington. How to Prevent Croup. We have two children who are sub ect to attacks of croup. Whenever n attack is coming on my wife gives hem Chamberlain's Cough Remedy nd it always prevents the attack, lt s a household necessity in this coun y and no matter what else we run out f, it would, not do to be without IhambcrhuVs Cough ilcmcdy. More !' ii is sold herc than of all other ough medicines combined.-J. M. FICKLE, ol' Nickle Bros., merchants, ?icklcvillo, Pa. For sale by Hill Irr Drug Co. THE USES OF PAIN. They May Be Safely Reduced as Civiliza tion Advances. The statement of Dr. S. Weir Mitchell, in his address on "The Birth and Death of Pain, "at the Boston celebration of the semicen tennial of anaesthesia, that the pur pose of pain is "a riddle to which earth can give no answer, " is called in question by the editor of The Hospital in a leading article. For the editor the use of pain, far from being a riddle, is so clear that he who runs may read. Pain is to the ordinary man a warning of danger. Says the editorial to which we refer : "Here is a man with a painful broken arm. Does the pain serve any special purpose, any purpose which might not as well have been served without it? Most assuredly it does. But for the pain the average man--not, perhaps, the scientific man, but the average man-would not pay heed to his injury, would not, in fact, devote the necessary time and trouble to its perf eot re pair. We have to consider what the average man is for the purposes of this discussion. He is not the average modern American or modern Euro pean, tinctured with all the culture, all the science, all the high moral ity of the modern world. He is the typical person of no education who has made up the generations of men from the earliest times when man kind emerged from the practically brute condition into dawning moral consciousness. That is the average man to be considered when we ask what may be the purpose of pain. "Has pain had a purpose of any kind for all those countless genera tions of the uncultured past who have constituted the solid mass of mankind ? Most assuredly it has had a purpose-many purposes. It has compelled attention to injured struc tures; it has enforced rest and sleep by the distress or weariness; the taking of food by the tortures of hunger, and, in short, has been the general indicator and corrector for man and beast in the exercise of physical and physiological energy of every kind. Not only so, but the moralist and the reHgious teacher will unite in insisting that the edu cational value of pain in the regions of morals and religion has been and continues to be incalculable: So far from agreeing with Dr. Weir Mitch ell that pain has no purpose in the world, we affirm that one of the most obvious of all the facts con nected with pain is its definite and incaculable value, as an indicator, a corrector, an educational force, alike in the physical, the mental and the moral spheres." This being so, an objector may say, Why interfere with pain at all? This stand was actually taken by many who held, at the time of the introduction of anaesthetics, that to use them was to fly in the face of the Almighty. But The Hospital points out that such a course would be quite illogical. It says: "That which is essential for one period of human development may not be essential for another. The sharp physical stimuli, the clubs and spears of the early savage, are not needed by the later races of men. In earlier times hunger, thirst, fear of wounds from enemies, the most elementary of all sensations, were needed to compel even the highest races of men to do the best that was in them. In our times there are millions who work in obe dience to motives altogether differ ent from the driving forces of hun ger, cold and physical fear. Ambi tion compels exertion, duty, mere love of work. And so the element of painfulness, being less and less need ed, plays a less and less conspicuous part as a driving and correcting force in the world. "Will pain, or the possibility of pain, ever be eliminated from the experience of man, or 'killed,'as Dr. Weir Mitchell might prefer to put it? Most probably not, so long as man is endowed with his present nervous system. But it is possible nay, it is quite easy-to imagine a time when mankind in general shall have reached such a stage of men tal capacity and culture, such a wide and masterful victory over nature, such a degree of physical vigor and material prosperity, that pain shall be a very exceptional fact in his ex perience. This is the goal at which a philosophical medical science must at any rate aim with all the energy of which it is capable."-Literary Digest. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Signature of - A certain minister, not a thou sand miles from Detroit, says The Free Press, loves a dollar with a close affec tion. Not long ago a young man asked him how much he would charge to marry a couple. "Well," said the preacher, "the bridegroom pays what he pleases, but I never charge less than ten dollars." "Whew!" exclaimed the prospective bridegroom, "that's a good lot of money. I thought that kind of work went in with your regu lay salary." Oh! no," explained the minister: "salvation is free, but it costs money to get married." When you rall for Dewitt's Witch Mii zei Salve, the great pile eure, don't accept anything else. Don't be talked into ac iT-ptinir a substiiute, for pil<?^, lor aoros, fur liurn.- Evana Pharmacy. - lt sometimes curbs a fast bache lor to bridal him. - A few days ago, says the New York World, an elderly gentleman and his wife came down Broadway together. A lady crossing the street fell down. The old gentleman rushed to her assistance and helped her in every possible way. When he return ed to his wife she shook her fist at him. "It's all right, it's all right," he whispered, "les, I know it's all right," she replied, hotly. "Here's an unknown woman falls down and you plow across the street to help her, and the other day I fell down stairs and you wanted to know if I was prac ticing for a circus." 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Send for oar free illustrated Doole for women. The Bradfield Regulator Co.. Atlanta, Ga. - THE - CAROLINA ACADEMY, WILIIJAMSTON, M. C., OPENS Monday, Oct. 3 Thorough in struction in Ancient and Modern Languages, Mathematics and the English branches. Preparation tor the beet Uni versities'. The principal is Dr. J. N. An derson, M. A , (Univ. Va.,) Pb. D., (Johns Hopkins,) once Fellow at Harvard, stu dent at Berlin, Heidelberg and Paris. Write to hi DD . S 114, 1893 . 12_4? NOTICE. WILL let to the lowest responsible bidder on October 19, at ll a m., the Building of a new Bridge over Weet ' Barker's Greek, near C. M. Kay. Also, same day at 3J o'clock, the Re pairing or the Building of a new Bridge over Broadmouth Creek, near Joe B. Cox. Plans and specifications made known on day of letting. W. P SNELGROVE, County Supervisor. 8ept 28.1898 14_2 THE STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, COUNTY or ANDERSON. COURT OF COMMON PLEAS. Botha Guyton, Plaintiff, against Louisa Dickson, Ed. Majors, William Majors, Marshall Majors, Eva Majors, John L?verait, Christine Leveretr, Pervis Ltfverett, E izabeth Leverett and F. B. Maxwell,, Defendants.-Summons for Belief Complaint Ser red. To the Defendants : YOU are hereby summoned and required to an swer the Complaint in this action, of which a copy ia herewith served apon you, and to serre a copy of your answer to the said Complaint on the subscribers at their office, Anderson Court House, South Carolina, within twenty days after the service hereof, exclusive of the day of such service ; and if you fail to answer the Complaint within the time aforesaid, the Plaintiff in this action will apply to the Court for the relief de manded in the Complaint. Dated September 14, A. D. 1898. TBIBBLE & PBINCE, Plaintiff's Attorneys, Anderson, S. C. To Louisa Dickson, John Leverett and William Majors : You will take notice that the Complaint in this action and Summons, of which the foregoing is a copy, was filed in the office of the Clerk of Court of Common Pl ia for Anderson County Septem ber 14,1896. TBIBBLE & PBINCK, Plain ?ifi's Attorneys, Anderson, S. C. Sept 26,1S98_14_6 Xotice Final Settlement. THE undersigned, Administrator of the Estate of Mamie Campbell, de ceased, hereby gives notice that he will on the 1st day of October, 189S, apply to the Judge of Probate for Anderson Coun ty for a Final Settlement of said Estate, and a discharge from his office as Admin istrator. T. A. CAMPBELL, Adm'r. Aug 31,1898 10 5 DHARLESTON AND WESTERN CAROLINA RAILWAY. AUGUSTA AN? ASHEVILLE SHORT LINE In effect August 7,1898. jv Augusta?.MM. lr Greenwoods. lr Anderson........... lr Laurens. lr Greenville. lr Glenn Springs..... lr Spartanbu rg.... lr Saluda. lr Henderson vii le.., lr Asheville. 9 40 am 1150 am 120 pm 3 00 pm 4 05 pm 8 10 pm 5 83 pm 6 08 pm 7 00 pm 140 pm 10 pm 00 am 15 am 10 20 am jv Asheville._. 8 28 am. jv Spartanburg....m. 1145 am 3 05-pm jv Glenn Springs. 10 00 am. jv Green ville.-. 12 01am 4 00 pm lif Laurens. 137 pm 8 80 pm jv Anderson.... 7 00 am jv Greenwood-.- 2 37 pm|. lr Augusta.". 5 10 pm ll 10 am jv Calhoun Falls....... 4 44 pm . lr Balelgh. 216 am.-. lr Norfolk.... 7 SO am. lr Petersburg........ 6 00 am.... lr Richmond. 815 am. JV Augusta. lr Allendale... lr F?irfax. lr Yemassee... lr Beaufort..... lr Port Boyal.. lr Savannah... lr Charleston.. 9 45 am 10 50 am 11 05 am 2 56 pm 5 00 pm 515 pm 6 20 pm 7 20 pm 7 35 pm 7 35 pm 9 10 pm JV Charleston. JV Savannah... iV Port Royal.. ..v Beaufort. JV Yemassee... iv Fairfax. iv Allendale... Lr Augusta. 1 40 pm 1 55 pm 3 05 pm 6 00 am 6 50 am 8 30 am 8 40 am 9 45 am 10 51 am 11 05 am 110 pm Closo connection at Calhoun Falls lor Athens Ltlantaand all points on S. A. L. CIoso connection at. Augusta for Charleston avannah and all points. Close connections at Greenwood for all points on . A. li., and C. ?t G. Railway, au?i at Spartanburg :?th Southern Railway. Forany information relative to tickets, rates, chMule, pfc., address W. J. CRAIG, (ten.Tass. A.?ont, August,?,Gft. E.M.Korth.Sol. Agent. T. M. Emerson, Traffic Manager.