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SLEEPING AND WAKING. v wl'l t? herself?'twas a girl ranging pleas ancc and lawn, ilfi ?yes sudden bright at sweet fancies because she was young, lud in singing heard many an echo of strain* never sung irj s?w P**t dim eve dewy rose fires of dawn upon dawn. o, niii to herself of awhile: "Pity 'tis to be sleeping, .,i,(c slumber brings shadow and silence, though softly it fall. 'All?t are dreams? Ne'er an hour of my day would 1 change tor them all." r.., how could she know her delight lay in ona dream's keeping? will say to herself?an old woman Just creeping about, ji/.l adrowse as the flies be that stir in a win try sun, ttith the sinking not heard any moiv, and the pood days all dont-, ,Ej oy from her heart, and the light from her ?;,es ebbed out? ?t. >\ill say to herself of awhile: "Pity 'tis to be waking, ;Vr weary this clamorous world to the lonely and old. jjttter dream, so a wraith of their lost they ij?iy happy behold." i f uliat could she tell of the dream beyond lumber's breaking? },t one rjf her days, when they darken bereft of u gleam. II omened with haunlings of fear by the last hope forsaken, ( tin- old, old woman should Bleep, and the should awaken, v.;. v desire of all hearts dwclleth deep in a dream of the dream! ?Jane liarlow in Athenaeum. f CARLO'S OATH, f How the Truth Came to Light 4 Through a Scratched Face. > fa O -: T. / -.. .... .... .... ... . The old priest of Isola Itossa, stand jug at his door In the cool of the even ing, saw Joseph Serafino stamp furi uufly across the square. Hte smiled ami called over his shoulder to the croiic who waited on him to get out a bottle of Cap Corse wine from the cup board, for Joseph carried his gun slung across his shoulders. As Joseph drew nearer, however, the priest's smile changed Into a frown, and he or dered the woman to go down into the cellar and fetch up a bottle of an older vintage, for there were scratches upon j.wph's face. Seraflno'a wife was something of a shrew, as the priest was well aware, since at times her tongue wore out her husband's patience, and he would sling bis gun across his shoulders, stuff his pockets with cartridges and h?rry to Tather Andrea's house in the square, vowing that he would put up with this dog's life no longer. The conversation which followed was of so Invariable a kind and ended In so Invariable a re sult that the prient could anticipate it with a smile. Serafino would call the earth, the heaven above the earth and the waters under the earth to witness that he had done with houses and streets and his fellow men; that hence forth he would live alone among the chestnut forests of Mount Padro, where no women's tongues clattered anil all the world was still. When Suafino was tired of talking, the piiest would persuade him to drink a last bottle of wine, before he went. And, after the bottle was finished, the old man would propose one last game of piquet, which Joseph was allowed to win, and after the game of piquet Joseph was led gently home. Tonight, however, there were scratch es upon Serafino's face, and so Father Andrea ordered his best white wine, which had lain 20 years In bottle, and tbanked the pope he was himself a celibate. - A scratched face was a new thing even in Serafino's experience, and the priest wondered whether the conversation tonight might not have a different end. His wonder was jus tified in the event. "Am I mayor of Isola Rossa?" cried Serafino. "Were my grandfathers cor porals of Corsica? Was I taught at the College of AJacclo? Did I practice as au advocate before I Inherited my lands? And shall I endure an eternal click-clack of abuse and?look, father! -a woman's finger nails?" Serafino walked about the room, tug ging with both hands at bis great beard. Except for the remark about the finger nails the harangue was familiar enough, and the priest with a soothing word or two uncorked his bottle of wine. Rut Serafino waved his baud. "No, father; I will not stay tonight," aud he turned to the. window and gaz ed upward to the olive slopes above the village and above the olive slopes to the thickets of arbutus and myrtle on the mountain sides. . "It has lain 20 years in the bottle, my son. It comes from Lurl," said the priest as he poured out the wine, holding the bottle high above the glass es so that the splash might oink Into Serafino's soul. But again Serafino waved the wine aside. "Not father; I am going. Tonight I sloop np there. I leave my lands to my wife, but I will see no more of ter." This, too, was familiar to the priest, who replied: "But you swore an oath, my "son, to your wife, and will you break it for a few cross words and a slap of the hand? No good comes of breaking oaths." And, since Serafino remained silent, he thought of an instance. "Carlo G??mmarchi broke his oath," *c said, "and see what came of it. He perished miserably ten years ago, and to this day his memory lies under re proach." Then Serafino swung round from the window. "Gluromarehl kept his oath," he said <luiet!y. "My son," the old. man answered, in *n accent of reproach, "yon were with too when he swore it Have yon for gotten the Uitle hut on Monte Clnerag fcla, the man stretched ?>u a few tranches fer a bed, and the oath h? swore to me, that if he recovered he would never again lift hand or weapon against a fellow man?" "I have not forgotten. Glammarchl kept that oath." The prleat tapped gently with hie Augers on the table for a little. Then, fie gently, he aaldt "That la not right, my son. Carlo Glammarchl waa your friend, I know, hat It latino* right on that account to ?eny the truth. Glammarchl shot An Selo through the back." "Who shall prove that?" asked Sera fino bluntly. , The prleat. eat down, in a chair and ivoeeeueu to argue with seratlno, m a soft, persistent voice, as though he were talking to an obstinate child. He was not altogether displeased at Sera lino's stubbornness, since, in the argu ment. Seraliuo's wife seemed likely to be forgotteu. "The two men were found dead upon the hillside," he said. "Both were shot in the back. Angelo was a gendarme and is excused by his duty, though I do not say he should not rather have tried to capture Giammarchi. It was evident, however, that Giammarchi was escaping. A few yards would have brought him luto the safety of the woods, and so Angelo shot him." Seratino nodded his head, agreeing so far. But Angelo was shot too. He also was shot in the back. Therefore he was turning away down the hillside to Join bis fellows. Giammarchi can only have been wounded and shot Angelo before he died." "Who shall prove that?" again asked Sernflno. "There was no witness, it is true," said tbe priest, "but there needs none, for an exploded cartridge was in the barrel of Giammarchi's rifle. It is proof enough." Seraflno looked for a long while at the priest. "But what if there was a witness?" he said slowly. Then he turned ugain to the window and exclaimed ab ruptly, "Angelo Montaltl died a dog's death as he deserved, and Carlo Giani march! kept the oath he swore." After he had spoken there was si lence. The old priest's object had at all events been secured, for both men had clean forgotten Seraflno's wife. Joseph stared out of the window. The priest stared at the wine in bis glass. At last the priest spoke timidly: "I do not understand, my son." Serafino made no movement, but an swered In a musing voice as he looked out up to the mountains and the nia qui of trees and shrubs which clothed the mountain flanks. "Why should I not tell you? For ten years Giammarchi's memory has lain under this reproach, and he-was my friend. As for myself, I would just an soon live among the hills." He called the priest to his side and pointed across the square to the large house at the corner. There Carlo Giammarchi lived 20 years ago. Twenty years ago?it was just such another summer evening as this, father?I was at supper with Car lo in that house, when the news was brought that old Montait!. Angelo's father, had stabbed Giammarchi's son in a tavern at Calvl. Carlo leaned his head on his hands and said not a sin gle word. Carlo was 50; I only 25, so I kept silence too. After awhile Carlo got up very softly from his chair and took his rifle. Then as softly he went out of the house and took the road up past Belgodere to the Col Colombano, where two days afterward he fell in with Montait! and shot him through the lungs. Carlo took refuge in the roaq?i about Mount Padro and so liv ed securely for the next ten years. Montait!, however, left behind him a sister of his own age and a son, An gelo, who was 14 years old when his father died. Have you not seen them, father, walking together by the sea, among the orange trees, among the olives, the sister always talking, tbe boy listening? Angelo learned but one lesson during those ten years while Carlo Giammarchi lay hid on Mount Padro, and that lesson, that he must avenge his father. Not that I blame Montalti's sister," he added Bio.ply. "She only did her duty." "Joseph," cried old Father Andrea, lifting his hands In expostulation, "do you say that?" Serafino laughed. "YeB, even I. Say that my blood claims me in the end. I am no French man. I hate them, like any other Corsl can, for all my fine schooling at Ajac cio. Look, father, at the gendarme there, lounging on the bench before the inn! I could dash my fists in his face with the greatest good will.. Angelo turned gendnrme. That's why he de served a dog's death, not because he killed Carlo. Besides, he was a cur," and Serafino told the rest of his story. The old priest listened with a frowning face until Serafino stopped. "And you have hidden this for ten years?" he said severely. "I make it known now," said Sera fino, and at that the old man's severity softened into sadness. "True, my son," he said. "It must be made known now," and, with a sigh, be fetched a sheet of paper and his Inkpot and set them before Seraflno. "Write," he said. Serafino took the pen and wrote, and this is what he wrote: On the 18th day of March ten years ago, tbe night being wild and stormy, Carlo Giammarchi came down from Mount Padro to Isola Rossa and sup ped with me, as he had often done be fore. He left my house an hour before dawn. ' The next afternoon a boy stop ped me at my door and, asking wheth er I was Joseph Serafino, thrust a let ter into my hand and ran off. The let ter, written by a friend of Giam marchi, informed me that Giammarchi had been shot at daybreak four miles from the town. He now lay at death's door and in sore need of a priest. I was entreated, therefore, to bring a priest with me and come to a certain spot among the vineyards after sun down. This I did and, bringing Fa* ther Andrea with me, was met by the man who wrote the letter. He led us to a little hut In a thicket of shrub by oak trees, where we found Carlo stretched upon a mattress of boughs and, as it seemed, at his last breath. Father Andrea, however, refused him absolution until he should swear that If by any chance he got well of his wound he would never again lift hand or weapon against a fellow man. .For awhile Carlo was obdurate. "It was Angelo Montaltl who shot me," he said. "He knew I was with Seraflno and lny In wait. If I get well, and let him go, the very children will alng the rlmbecco as I pass." "You w?lgh your soul against a rlm becco?" asked the priest, and he plead ed with Carlo until the outlaw took the oath. "But God send I die," he added, and turned his face to the wall. Yet Car?o did not die, and as soon as he could be moved his friends carried him to a little village remote among the hills, and there tended him. Mean while Angelo Montalto, believing that now be had killed Giammarchi, crossed to France, and, thinking*to make a for tune, most deservedly lost what he had. A year later he came back penni less to Isola Rossa, and, hearing that Kvf?.'V?iVfeK.Y'"'--.?- .*> i'- ' '""V-jV' . ;' ' , Carlo was still alive, eniisieu us a-|;o< darme, being thus privileged to kill A Carlo aud suffer no disability himself. However, he hod to find Glammarchl t first, and there was but one man in Isola Itossa who could show him the way, aud that mau was the least dis posed of all to help him, for Carlo ' Glammarchl was my. friend. How ever, I did show Angelo the way, for it was my habit to visit Glammarchl In the village where he lay, still weak from his wound, and Angelo set spies ( to follow me. Ou my last visit I found j to my surprise tliat the village was de serted, except for a few women aud ' child reu. 1 "There is a festa in the next ham- ' let," Carlo explained. "But it is unlike- < ly the gendarmes will on this one day i come hero to search for nie." , But even while he spoke a child came running up the hillside, crying ( that the gendarmes wore coming. I snatched up my rilie. Carlo picked up his, but with a certain h?sitai ion, as 1 though his oath weighed upon him. "I must needs lh e in the forest." ho, said, aud we hurried out of the cottage i and up the slope behind the village, i We luid only climbed 200 yards when i Carlo's breath failed him. "I can go no farther," he said, and dropped to the ground. I sprang on to a hillock and looked downward. Half a mile below I could see the shoulder belts and rifles Hashing among the Junipers like so many mirrors, and then I heard a shout. It seemed to come from much nearer? from the very borders of the village. I looked that . way and saw a gendarme standing in front of a cottage. I remembered ids , shadow on the white plaster of the wall. He held his rifle to his cheek, and the next moment I saw the smoke and heard the singing of a bullet a yard above my head. I jumped off the hillock and lifted Carlo. Half dragging, , half pushing him, I got him up to a narrow patch of albatro which stretch ed across the slope. The strip xjf shrub bery was dense, and leaving Carlo on the edge of it I pushed inward to dis cover the safest hiding place. But I had not moved more than ten paces before I heard a startled exclamation ! behind me. I turned around. Carlo was holding the twigs apart and peer ing down the slope. All fatigue had faded from his face; his very beard seemed alert. I rau back and looked over his shoulder. One gendarme was running up the slope, his body doubled forward. It was Angelo Montait!. He made a mark to tempt a saint, and my fingers Itched for a shot at him. Carlo loaded his rifle. Twice he raised it to his shoulder, twice he lowered it. Then he sprang through the thicket and ont upon the opposite side. From the border of the shrub bery an open incline rose to the great forest. If Carlo could cross the open space, he would be safe. I advanced Immediately to Montait!. "Where's Glammarchl?" he cried. "Not here. It was me you shot at, Angelo." "Not here!" said he, with a sneer. "Well, St. Nega is the saint for an ad vocate to worship," and he ran past me. I was just putting out my hand to catch him wbcu I noticed the tin cartridge box which swung at his side. T. drew my hand back. Angelo pushed through the thicket, and 1 followed him. Carlo was half way up the slope, bnt he moved at a stumble, with one hand to the wound In his chest. "Not here!" Montait! flung the words at me. "Signor Advocate, you and I will talk about that lie afterward." "He had your life in his hands, and he let you go." ''The more fool he," said Montalti. He tossed the cartridge be had fired at me out of his rifle und feit for another. The iid of his cartridge box was open; the box was empty. "You must have spilled them all while you ran," said 1. "Give me yours," said he, turning, with an oath. I stood a little way off and laughed at him. "Angelo, 1 have none. Do I not worship St. Nega?" He swore at me again and then raced up the hillside. Carlo, though near to the forest, was yet nearer to the limits of his strength. I shouted to him. He turned, saw Angelo pursuing him, dropped behind a bowlder and cover ed him with his rifle. Angelo began to run In zigzags, but always upward, and still Carlo did not fire. No doubt, however, he found the temptation overpowering him, 'for suddenly he jerked the cartridge out of the rifle breech and again ran for the forest. I saw the copper cas? of the cartridge sparkle through the sunlight and He on the brown turf, bright as a gold coin. Angelo saw It too; He darted noon It and with It shot Glammarchl ' through the back just as he reached the undergrowth. For a moment Montalti stood mo- j tionless. A thin ribbon of smoke curled up from his rifle barrel. Then he opened the lock and flung the cartridge toward me. . "Curio's mistake," said he. "Montalti'e, too," said I, and I cov- 1 ered him. I let him run till he reached J the covert, then I shot him through the back. I knew the other gendarmes 1 could not be far behind. I ran up to ' the forest 'Carlo was kneeling, stark 1 dead, with one hand clasped about a , tree bole, the other grasping his rifle. I took the exploded cartridge from the breech of my rifle and fitted it into his. Then I stole back to Isola Rossa. "These things happened ten years ago, but I disclose the secret now, for I would just ae soon: live among the bills. I have been mayor for some while, and perhaps I am tired of that. ' I have been married some while, too, and I am certainly"? "That will do, my son/' interrupted Father Andrea, who was looking over | Serafino's shoulder. Serafino signed bio name, and the priest witnessed the signature. Then Serafino walked out and took the path to the mountains. Half an hour later Father Andrea car ried the paper to the gendarme loung ing in the square. "My eon," said he, "commit no sin lest your wife scratch your face, and ' so the truth will be disclosed," which saying was an enigma to the gen darme.? ?Kindon Telegraph. ? No matter how hard your lot may be, yon cacuot improve it by repining. ? If an Arab girl falls in love with a young man who does not seem to , notice her favor she sends him a branch j of clove blo?f.oms, which is interpreted: 1 "A maiden is sighing for thee. ' i ;V| v, ....* - * f 4 A. CYCLONE'S PRANKS, aUEER TRICKS PLAYED BY A MIS SOURI WIND TWISTER. riiln Storm, So It Im Allrtfrd, Drove Whcnt Htruua't'linmv.li I?lne Doard* Llkc Null? and Cut t p other Very Curloara 1'hihtu, People who have never traveled over the track made by a cyclone always look incredulous when lold "cyclone stories." But tiiose who have had ex perience with the dread twisters or been privileged to note some of the lueer freaks perpetrated by the storms are prepared to believe anything. A cyclone can perform most wonderful freaks. Their power is not alone dem onstrated by their destructiveuess, for often it seems that the storm is pos sessed of a humorous bent. In the Griuuell (la.) cyclone about 18 years ago the storm perpetrated some queer jokes. One victim of the storm was a gentleman whose resi lience was blown into space. He was the possessor of a new frock coat, which lie had bung upon the wall of tbe sitting room a few moments before the storm struck. In the pocket of the coat was a big silk handkerchief. After the storm the coat was found two miles from the spot where the house bad stood, but the handkerchief was gone, aud in Its place was a brick bat. About 13 years ago a cyclone passed over a portion of Andrew county, Mo. It struck near Elk Dale, a country postottice, and played ??une queer pranks. It struck an orchard nnd pro ceeded to show what it could do. There were 10 rows of trees in the orchard. Every other row was un touched, and in the rows struck overy other tree was twisted off at the roots, but every other tree in tbe stricken rows was left uninjured. Seated under a walnut tree near tbe Elk Dale postottice was a woman en gaged in churning with an oid fashion ed dasher churn. Tbe cyelone snatch ed the dasher from tbe churn and drove it through tbe woman's thigh, but the churn was not overturned, and not a drop of the milk was spilled. A stretch of pine fence about 15 rods long wns blown to pieces by this storm. Broken bits of board were scattered all over the surrounding ter ritory. Wheat had Just been harvested, and that storm drove the ripened wheat straws through those pine fence boards like so many nails, splintering the boards and remaining stuck there in. A country church several miles uortheast of Elk Dale was struck by the storm. The building was lifted from the foundation and turned one quarter of the way around and set crosswise of tbe foundation, and tbe plastering on tbe walls was scarcely cracked. This storm struck a farmhouse where a family of five had just seated themselves to eat supper. The frame of the house was jerked into the air, but the floor was uninjured, and the family suddenly found themselves eat ing supper In a driving rain: Among the other animals owned by Dr. Bond of Elk Dale was a* colt that promised to be a world beater on the track. The storm forever settled tbe fate of that colt. It picked the animal up and carried it two miles and then gently deposited it in the crotch of an oak tree 30 feet from the ground. This story would sound better If It went on to relate that the colt was uninjured, but truth compels the state ment that tho colt was as dead as Julius Caesar. The strange part of this incident is that there was neither mark, bruise nor broken bone about the animal. Dr. Bond insists to this day that the colt died of fright. In a born a few m'es from Elk Dale three horses and three-cowb were boused, the horses on one side of the partition, the cows-on the other, horses and cows facing. The barn was de molished, but not scattered, and the middle horse and middle cow were killed. The rest of the animals were uninjured. The steeple of a- church that hap pened to be in the track of the storm was jerked upward, turned upside down and driven through tbe roof of tbe church, tbe point of the steeple resting on tbe spot where ibe minister was wont to stand when reading the Sunday lesson. The pulpit carpet could be shifted under the point, and tbe steeple itself could be swung a foot or more in any direction. Milt Laughlin's well on his farm was attacked by tbe cyclone. Water was drawn by means of an old fashioned wooden pump, and that pump, tubing and all, was snatched out of that well, and no trace of them was ever found. The well, however, still 'remained. This storm was not noted because of Its destructiveuess of human life, no one being killed, although a number were severely injured. But* it' was de structive of property, demolishing houses and barns, killing stock and blowing the newly harvested wheat crop Into the sweet subsequently. You can tell the people living in its track any kind of a cyclone story, and they will believe lt> with all' their hearts. They know what a cyclone con do when it tries.?Omaha World-Herald. . Ruf na C'honte'? S&srrr >Tor#?;n<e. Ruf us Choate's thrusts were not al ways so good natured as are usually those of the modern representative of the family. In describing a party to a suit in which he was counsel,' he once said: 'Why does he not pay back the money he has so ill got? He is such a villain that he wouldn't'if-he could and so much of a bankrupt that he couldn't if he would." Mr. Choate also once remarked of1 a woman, "She Is-a'sinner?no, not a sinner, for she ?S our client; "but she is s very disagreeable saint." CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind Yob Haw Always Bought Bears the Signatare of ? Blue eyes are generally consider" ed effeminate; but this is a mistake* For blue eyes-are found only among Caucasian nations, and the white races rule tbe world. THE DYNAMITE DRUMMER. A Danifvroua I'rofcnnton That Brings In a ?.(?od Snlnr>. Tbe little tuuu \v1h? scribbled Illegibly on the St. James register bore nu in nocuous name. It was Pink Firkin. New York. He bore also an innocuous appearance, for be was not more than live feet four ::i height, with slim frame, narrow shoulders and eyes of the mildest and most appealing blue. Notwithstanding all this. Pink Firkin is a dangerous man. This dangerous-, ness rises mil from the inward man. but from his occupation. When be stepped tip to tin- desk to put Iiis name OU the register it was with the most painstaking euro Unit lie placed upon the marble counter a little black bag which be carried in his left hand. Care fully, gently lie placed it by his side, and between almost every letter lie wrote he looked out of the corner of his eye nt the little black bag to see If it were really there. "Traveling for a Jewelry linn. 1 sup pose?" qucstluuiiigl.v remarked the professional lounger, who had grown curious. "> ). Dynamite," answered Mr. Fir kill, with a faint smile, it was the loiterer's turn to start. He recovered himself, and as the rest of the loungers in the rotunda, including the clerks, made rapid exits in both directions, put on a bold front. "Oh, dynamite?" he returned, with a show of unconcern. "Only dynamite. Humph." "Yes, my 11rm In New York makes the best dynamite in the world goes off at the slightest shock. Groat stuff. Want to see some?" Inquired the drum mer, his professional training getting the upper hand. He took the satchel in ids hand with some roughness, ami the professional lounger set himself in position for a quick sprint. Nothing happened, and the lounger hastily dis avowed any interest in dynamite. "Yes. it is a ticklish profession," smil ed the traveling gentleman as he shov ed the satchel under the lounge where he had invited the interrogator to sit and chat with him. "A little danger ous and inconvenient-yes, deuced in convenient at times. We have to Im? careful," and his eyes wore a hunted look. "But we get paid for it ?we get paid for it. You would not believe that I get the biggest salary of any man on the roud, but I do. It is a big risk, and we have to lay up something. Tho companies will not insure us." He grasped a thlu kneo in both hands as lie crossed Iiis legs and com tinned: "Thnt Is not the worst of It?Incon venient. Traveling around with this stuff exposes us to all' sorts of dis courtesies from hotel managements. Sometimes we can't get rooms in n 'town for love or money, for people won't have the stuff In the house, aud the guests come lu a body and' com plain when they find out that one of us Is registered. There ore only three In my line, you know. Under those olr cumstanees, as we dare not leave our samples, the police station is the only recourse. I'm registered os a 'sleeper*. In a good- number of towns in this vi cinity." He paused a minute for this state ment to take effect. "Then there are the'railroads to buck up against. Somo of them have rules against carrying ex plosives. Sometimes I get caught, and then off I go at the next station or foot It the rest of tho way. I' am not particularly fond of railroad travel at any rate. With tho cargo I carry a wreck js something to be afraid of. Even the jarring of the cars on a rough road makes me so uncomfortable that I have to take up my satchel and pace the aisle to reduce the shock. "The one thing that 1 fear is a wreck. If I ever get into one, it means goodby to Pink Firkin. Just imagine that stuff going off underneath you!"?Den ver Republican. Women Many- Times Married. There are some very remarkable in stances of people who have been mar ried a large number of times, and also of husbands and wives who havo lived together to an extraordinary age. St. Jerome mentions a woman who mar ried lier twenty-second husband, who, in his turn, bad been married to 20 wives. There is an Instance recorded in Bordeaux, in 1772, of a man who had been married 1G times. A woman named Elizabeth Nase, who died in Florence in 1768, had been married to seven husbands, her last wedding tak ing placo when she was 70 years of age. Numerous cases exist all over the world of people who have been mar ried four, five or six times. In 1708 a couple was living In Essex who had been married 81 years, the husband being 107 years old and his wife only four years younger. These cases are also not Isolated ones, and It is some what remarkable that In most of such Instances when one has died the sur vivor has died the next day.?Cincin nati Commercial Tr'buno. Qoeer l.tttlo People. The Eskimos who live on the west coast of Greenland between Melville bay and Kane basin arc the most northerly human beings on the face of the globc,fand In many ways they live almost like animals. Their only property Is clothing, weapons for the chase and food, which consists entirely of meat, blubber and blood. They have no vegetation of any kind, and not even a pinch of salt. Lieuten ant Peary has this to say about these queer little people: "Is It to be won* de red at that under these circum stances a man offered me his dogs and sleds and all his furs for a piece of board as long as himself; that an* other offered me bla wife and two children for a shining knife, and that a woman offered mo all her possessions, which she had collected for years, for a needle?" These people are very generous, and air the game captured by a hunter Is equally divided among all his neigh bors. They have' their own kind of athletic entertainment, too, which In cludes wrestling, boxing and tests of strength'in the lifting of heavy atones. ? At the beginning of this century the Bible was accessive to but one-fifth of the population of the world. Now it may be read by nine-tenths of the people of the globe, so rapidly has its translation been carried on. Inno Wouldn't Stnnd If. Before marriage she was a school teacher, and it took a good deal of masculine tact to wean her from the idea of making a scientific career. But now she presides over a happy little homo in Detroit and is gradually bc comiug domesticated. Among the pos sessions of the family is a cow, which is milked by the servant girl. She way skimming off some rich, yellow cream the other day when her mistress said: 'Mane, do you know that then? are in that milk millions of minute organ* isms that look horrid under"? "There's not one, mum," hotly retort ed Jane. "There's not one, ami I won't stand it either. 1 scours the bucket, l washes the cow, I sea Ids the pans, and 1 covers the milk. Yor the lust woman as ever told me I was not clean about my work." "But listen. Jane"? "I'll listen to no inoiv\ that 1 won't. I've heard too much now. I'll leave within the hour, mum, fur tliey's plen ty of places and them as don't be slanderiu a honest workin girl." The husband came home to find bis wife in tears aud audibly wishing that she wasn't "smart."?Detroit Tree Press. Saved I'Voill til* tirlMT AlltM. In her "West African Studies" Miss Kingsley tells this story about the fa mous "driver" ants: "I was in a little village, and out of a but came the own er and his family and all the household parasites pellmcll, leaving the drivers in possession. Imt the mother and fa ther of the family, when they recov ered from this unwoated burst of ac tivity, showed such a lively concern and Hitch unmistakable signs of anguish at having left something behind them in the hut that I thought it must be tho baby, in him far corner for fioor!' shrieked tho distracted parents, and into that Imt I charged. "Too true 1 There in the corner lay the poor little tiling, a mere inert black mass, with hundreds of cruel drivers already swarming upon it. To seize it and give it to tho distracted mother waB, as tho reporter would say, 'the work of an instant.' She gave a cry of joy and dropped it instantly into a wa ter barrel, where her husband held it down with a hoe, chuckling contented ly. Shiver not, my friend, at the callous ness of the Ethiopian. That there thing ??-? ? un infant. Itwaeahaml" Out in Kansas lives a happy wife. She writes: " I have used Mother's Friend before two confinements. The last time I had twins, and was in labor only a few min utes. Sufferedvery little." The reason why Mother's Friend does expectant- mothers so much good is because it is an external liniment, to be applied upon the outside, where much of the strain comes. It helps be cause the pores of the skin resdlly absorb it, and it comes into direct contact with and is absorbed by the parts involved Morning sickness- is quickly banished and nervousness is kept completely away The sense of dread and foreboding is nol experienced, even during labor itself Confinement is short and' almost without pain. Recovery is quick and sure. Best of all, Mother's Prlend benefits the unborn just ss much as the expectant mother, and when the little one comes ii will be strong, lusty and healthy. Druggists sell Mother's Prlend for SI o bottle Send for our free book on the subject, finely illustrated. THE BRADFIELD REGULATOR CO ATLANTA, oa. LAND SALE. MORK Land than I need. Will sell in large or small lots hand fresh productive, well timbered and lies well Community healthful, pure, cold water good citizens, good roads, Bchools an churches. Communicate with? W. L. 8MITH, IIa, Madison Co.. Ga. July 18,161*9 4_3m OR J. H. BURGESS^ DENTIST. IN P?ndleton evory Monday,Tuesday and Wednesday. At Clemson College every Thursday Friday and Saturday. April 20,1899 44 (im N?tice to Creditors. ALL persona having demands against the Estate of William J Bowen, deceas ed, are hereby notified to present them properly proven, to the undersigned, within the time prescribed by law, and those indebted to make pavment. Wi A. BOWEN, Adm'r. Aug 30, 1899_10_:t'fl notice; State ok* South Carolina, Country ok Anderson. NOTICE ia hereby given that a meet ing of the Stockholders of the BELTON MILLS has been called, to be held at the otfide of the Corporation in Belton, S. C, on Tuesday, October 3rd 1899, at 12 o'clock, to consider a R?solu tlon adopted by the Board of Directors authorizing an Increase of the Capital Stock from 9350,000.00 to fGOO.000 00. By order of the Board of Directors August 29tb, 1S99 ELLISON A. SMYTH. President. LEWIS D* BLAKE, Sec. and Trees Aug 30,1899 10 _4 S T?TE OP SOUTH CAROLINA, Anderson County. liy ii, ?i HJ Nance, Judge of Probate Whereas, J. h. Oeer and L. F. Car pen ter have applied to me to grant them he tors of Administration on the Estate and effects of A. A. Carpenter, deceased. These are therefore to cite and admon ish all kindred and creditors of the said A. A. Carpenter, deceased, to be and ap pear before me in Court of Probate, to be held at Anderson Court House, on the 13th day September, 1899, after pub lication hereof, to shew cause, if any they have, why the said administration should not be granted. Given under my hand this 28th day | August, 1899. R. Y. H. NANCE, Probate Judge, j Aug 80, 189!? 10 2 i W. G. McGEE, SURGEON DENTI8?. OFFICE? front Rjoir, over Farmen? nod Merchants Bank? ANDERSON, ?. C. F??. 9. 1898 83 COLLEGE OF CHARLESTON, CHARLESTON, 8. C. ONE Hundred and Fourteenth Yea begins Oct. Furnished room and l-mrd in College Dormitory 8lo and $12 a month, according to room. One free luitloo scholarship in each County of S nub Carolina, the bolder to bo appoint ed by l'robate Judge and County Super intendent of Education. Entrance Ex aminations and Competitive Examina tions for vacant Boyce Scholarships - which give SlAU a your > on Sept. '2*) and 110. Total expense* for holderH of schol arships S10.'l and $123, according to room ; lor Ht udont h not holding a scholarship $10, tuition fee, in addition. For cata logues and information in full, address II ARU I SON RANDOLPH, Pre*. NOTICE. NOW is the time to have your Buggy Revarnished, Repainted, and new Axle Points fitted on. We have the best Wagon Skeins on the market. All kinds of Fifth Wheels and Dashes. Headquarters for Carriage, Buggy and Wagon Repairs. PAUL E. STEPHENS. THE CLINTON, S. C ' SPECIAL oft'or of reduced rates for next session. A College education place- : within the reach of every one. Matricu lation, Tuition, Room Rent and Board for Collegiate year for $ 100.CO. Full Fac ulty of experienced Teachers ; moral in - lluenoea; healthful location , line coarsen of study ; lowest poi ,iblo coBt. Send for Catalogue to W. T. MATTHEWS, or A. E. E. SPENCER. THE STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, Count*, op Anderson. COURT OF COMMON PLEAS* O. II. Mahon, Plaint id", against Mrs. Tcxle Adds, Sterling and Mrs. Cora Ligon, Defendants.? Summons for Relief?Complaint Served. To the Defendants Mrs. Tcxie Anna Sterling and Mrs. Cora Ligon : YOU are hereby summoned and required to an swer the Complaint in this action, of which a copy is herewith served upon you, and to oervu a copy of your answer to the said Complaint on the subscribers at tbeir 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 Plaintiffs in thin action will apply to the Court for tbe relief de manded in the Complaint. Dated Anderson, 8. C , August 19, A. D., 169?. BON BAM A W ATKINS, Plaintiff's Attorney, [Skai. ] John C. Watkibs, c. C. c. f. To the absent Defendant, Mrs. Texie Anna Ster ling : You will take notice tbat the Complaint in thin action was tiled in the office of the Clerk of the Court of said County on the 19th day of August, 1899. BONlf AM A W ATKINS, Plaintiff's Attorneys. August 30, 1899 10 6 THE STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, COUNTY OP ANDERSON. COURT OF COMMON PJLEAS. James A. Watt, Plaintiff, against R I. Stewart, E II. Simpson and A. C Townsond. Defendants. ?Summons for Relief?Complaint Served. To the D?fendaats B. I. Stewart, E H. Simpion, and A. C. Townsend : YOU are hereby summoned and required to an swer tbe Complaint in this action, of which a codt is jsrewith sorrci open you,and to serve a copy of your answer to tho said Complaint on tbe subscribers at their office, at Anderson C H.. 8. C, within twenty days after tbe service hereof, exclusive of the day ot such service ; and If you fall to answer tbe Complaint within tbe tlma aforesaid, the Plaintiff in thia action will apply to tbe Court for tho relief demanded in tbe Com plaitat. Dated Anderson, S C. August 16.189J. BONIIAM A WATKINS, Plaintiffs Attorneys. [Seal] John C. Watkibs, <:. c. c. p. To tbe absent Defendant, R. I. Stewart: You are hereby notified that the Complaint in this action was this day filed In tbe office of John C. Watklns, Ksq , Clerk of the Court for said County. _ BON 11 AM A W ATKINS, Plaintiff's Attorney:. August 16,1839 _8_G_ BO YEARS* EXPERIENCE Patents S hftUL niHnna Designs copvrights &.c. Anyone sensing a sketch and description did nutritiv ascertain our opinion free whether an Invention Is probably patentable. Communica tions strictly confidential. Handbook on Patenta sont free. Oldest agency for securing patents. 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