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WHEN PEGGY GOES TO MARKET; When Peggy tokes her basket up And off to market coes. Pm Stupefied with wonder nt How very much she knows. She makes her way between tho- nialia And with Judicial air Decides that this ls "so and so" And that is "pretty fair." She knr.ws If fish are fresh or not, t Azi, wisc as any owl, She differentiates between A chicken and a fowl. She thumbs thc breastbone of the one And pulls the other's legs; She squints her pretty little eyes To test the new laid eggs. The veg'tables must be just right, For vtith a critic's eye She scans them, riot inclined to pass . Their Imperfections by. She calls the market folks by name; Ah, what a let she knows When Peggy ta*? her basket up And off to market goes! When Peggy does the marketing. My heart with pride sho fills; I go along, a useless thing, Except to pay the bills. -Johnstone Murray In New Orleans Times-Demo erat. _ 1 .ai l i i~ i I 1 1* HE SHADOW OF A DREAM I BY HELOISE DURANT ROSE. *$" Copyright, 1800, by Ervin Wardman It was lu tlie latter part of the last century and lucked 10 minutes of 5 by the white aud gold cfock on the man tel shelf in one of the finest salons of the Faubourg St. Germain, when the portieres were drawn aside and a dainty maiden In flowered chintz gown, draped over a gay petticoat, stepped across the threshold. "Pierre! Pierre!" she called, glanc ing at the clock, and a good looking young servant in livery joined her. " "I know what you are going to say, Mlle. Jeanette, but it is early yet." "Five by the clock, and? Mme. la Mar quise may be home at any moment. You should have lighted the fire soon er, Pierre." "It will be ready In a moment now," he answered good naturedly and, going to tbe_ richly carved woodbox in the corner near the. fireplace, took out some pine cones and kindled, them under the logs already laid on the andirons, Jeanette watching bim the while. In the shadows of the autumn evening thc flames lit up ber trim little figure as they also revealed her pouting lips. Pierre, still kneeling on the hearth, looked up into his companion's face with a tender expression, but she took no notice of him. "Always dissatisfied, Jeanette. What is lt you want now?' "Nothing from you," she answered rudely. Pierre sighed. He rose to his feet, dusted bis knees, gave a last look at the fire and then, leaning tov.f.rd Jeanette, said slowly, "Why are you so unreasonable these days?" "You always have declare?! that na woman ls reasonable." "But you are more unreo sonable than most women. You will not even listen to a compliment nor accent the small est gift." , "Not from you," Jeanette replied, with a toss of the head. "You might do worse, my dear. Some grand gentleman must have turned your bead, with his airs, and I, being only a simple fellow, loving you honor ably, cannot suit the fine tastes of the little coquette." N "i am not a coquette." "When I offer you my hand and heart, what more do you want?" Tbe girl hesitated. "I am young and" "And pretty," put In Pierre. "And pretty," echoed Jeanette, "and I want to see life." "See life with me," urger! ber lover. "Cnn you not leave me alone? I want no offers from you." "You are not only a coquette, but cruel." S "And ' you are not only cruel, but stupid," retorted Jeanette, turning away and bursting Into tears. Pierre stood gazing at her, a picture of dismay. He did not approach the girl, fearing to offend ber still more. His nonest face flushed as he sold tim idly: "My dear, only tell me how I can please you. You do not know bow unhappy your unkindness makes me." "What does it matter?" began Jean ette, with a petulant stamp ot her foot, when the rustie of a silk dren was heard and a ti di, dignified woman en? terec? thc salon. . > . "Take my c loak, Jeanette," she ex claimed and crossed to the fireplace. "Put some 'nore wood on the fire, Pierre. Tb? air ia chilly. Alacks how quickly tuc summer has fled I" As she spov j her eyes glanced from the girl to the young man. * "Has Mme. la Marquise any ?orders?" he asked. "If any one calls, I am at home." Pierre bowed respectfully and left the salon. Aa the marquise unbutton ed her gloves she looked keenly at the young girl. "You look sad, little one. Not home sick, I hope?" "No, madame." "You have been crying, Jeanette. Has Pierre been unkind?" * "On the contrary, madame." The marquise knit her handsome brow. As Jeanette was about to take the cloak and plumed bat Into the boudoir a gesture stopped her. "Are you unhappy with, me?" asked her mis tress. "Ah, no, madame," replied tbe girl, with downcast eyes. "When my old nurse-your grand-' . mother-wrote, asking if I could, take you into my service, I thought I should -please you Doth by bringing yon here, cst If dry life makes yon and 'why then; little one, yon must go home." . . "Ah, no, nor* Interrupted Jeanette quickly. "Madame ls too* good to sand ?ne back to my village." "Yon are young," continued the mar*, quise, seating herself on a sofa.. "Your duties with me are light; a young man in my service asks you to marry him, a young man who ls good looking and has already substantial savings, and yet you weep. It ls not nojhiral-tra less-nniess"- She paused, scanning the girl's face, and then said command ingly, "Jeanette, bring me a footstool." Aa it was placed nt her feet the marv ?quise lightly rested her hand on Jean ette's shoulder and, pushing her down, ;6aid ?peremptorily, "Sit there.'? "I, madame, to sit down?* V '^Yos. and iistoxi to n?c" v,*7}j f v/.O C.* ,ls*>5wM%2aM*ai?l?ffils x?ic- gm sank down on tno ame satin stool, ami her troubled eyes looked anx iously up into tho beautiful face bend lug toward her. The marquise, still keeping her hand on Jeanette's shoulder, asked abruptly, "Who is he?" "ile. nmdnmeV" "Yes; the man who made you weep." "There is no one." The marquise smiled. "Fie, what untruths, little one! Your grandmoth er wroto that she wished yon with mo, knowing that you would be safe here. Kow, why safe if there was no danger at home? And here with me, protect ed and in good health, living au easy life and having an honest fellow devot ed to you, you weep. And why? There can be but one answer-some cae has bewitched that little head and stirred thnt little heart. Who can It be-let me think? The miller's son?" "Dubois? Oh, no, madame!" .Then perhaps the farmer Laudry?" "Never, never, madame! Ho Is so rough." "Ah! Some one more refined. Could lt be the euro's nephew?" "The idea of that boy!" "Some one older? Why, I know of none in your village. A stranger per haps, but so few go there, and you have not been away from home. But stay, did you not go to tho Chateau St. Keino for some weeks last spring?" "Yes, madame. I went there to help take care of the children, as the duch ess bad nen\ away her nurse for a holi day." , "Surely you were not so foolish as to get a heartache over a servant there?" "No servant, madame," wa3 the an swer in a low voice. "Not a master!" exclaimed the mar quise. "Ab, there were guests, of course! Is lt possible that you would lisien to the Idle flatteries of a penni less poet?" "Do ls not penniless, madame." "Worse; a rich guest amusing him self with a little maid." "Not amusing himself. Mme. la Mar quise." "Really this is alarming! So an old roue" "Not old. mr .dame." ' "Thin and little?" "Not thin and little." "Tall and stout?" "Not very stout" "Black eyes?" "Blue, madame-beautiful blue." "A proud upstart of a mushroom family." "Ah, no, madame; one of the oldest families." "Jeanette," cried the marquise, "you frighten me; a rich aristocrat making love to a little country girl!" . "Alas, madame, I know full well that I am unworthy of him, bnt he.told me that he loved me." "And did be wish also to marry you?" Jeanette sighed and after a moment's hesitation replied, "He bas not settled a definite time, but promised he'would If I" "If you-if you-quick, quick, answer me!" Jeanette's voice sank still lower as she said, "If I went with bim to Paris." "I knew it-the traitor!" cried the marquise, springing up. "Oh, if we women tried to ruin au innocent life, how would the world deal with us? But these gay lords of creation cast their snares, kill their vlctifns, and so ciety continues to open Its doors to them and lavish upon them Its smiles. Jeanette," and she pansed before the young girl, who bad risen ?rem thc footstool and stood downcast and si lent, "who save*1* you from this man?" Jennette raiseo her eyes timidly. "My grandmother arrived one day, kissed me many times as she said: 'Yon look pale, petite. I ,know that city eyes are looking too often into yours. We are plain country folk and must remain so. Come home, my child, with me,' and she packed my- things and never let me out of ber sight until we were borne again. I tried to sec him, bnt grand mother was like iron. She bas broken my heart," and the girl wept. "Poor little field flower," said the marquise softly. "This first sorrow, like a heavy sorrow, bends your bead low in the du ?it; but, like others, lt will pass, and you will blossom again, fair er than before, In the sunshine ol' hon est love." ? "Never, never, Mme. la Marquise,'1 sobbed the girl. "Listen, Jeanette. Yon are young and do not know the world. This mac meant harm. He soon Would have grown tired of your simple ways and would have put you aside aa he would toss away a faded flower, and then bc would have married a lady for her for tune." "Ah, no, no, madame!" * -'Yes, yes, Jeanette. Tour grand mother bas saved you from disgrace Come, my child, dry those eyes and forget flattering words that were false as the man who uttered them. Pool little moth, you fluttered too near thc flame and singed your wings." Then, seeing bow sad the child look ed, the marquise added kindly: "There I shall not scold you more today. Bul be sure that your grandmother and 1 are your truest friends. Believe in us for we would shield you from barm." Jeanette took the fair hand cztendec to ber and kissed lt .respectfully. "Ma dame Is too kind to interest herself It me and my little troubles. She has all my gratitude." "Then show your gratitude by fol lowing my advice," answered the mar quise, smiling. "I will try, madame," and, taking bel cloak ?u? bat. Jeanette quietly left tbe room. Aa tho door closed behind ber tbe marquise crossed to tbe fire uno stood), meditatively, with one arm leaning on tho mantelshelf. The loose ruffles ol her short sleeve falling back, revealed tbe round? white arm. On the tnpoi ringers jewels flashed in tbe firelight. She waa an aristocratic looking worn us? adored by ber friends and relatives though Parisian society deemed her t jhade too serious to accord ber. tbe pop olarity which ber rank andi wealtJ: alight otherwise have given ber, bul tier wit abd appreciation of talent Ailee* her salons with artists, savants ano* mon of letters. A certain simplicity oi manner bad kept ber free from th? rtflt?d affectations of tba. period? and her innate dignity gave, little en co ar igement to tho ordinary scanolaloui gossip around ber. At XS, to please bei father, she bad married an ola courtier wh? died before eb? was 20. Nt-arl* ten yea!? bad elapsed cinco then, ant -w bull a widow, mougn suitors for bor baud bod not boen lucking. ! awong whom none was soydevoted as tho Comte do Vaugirard. No rebuff could daunt bis ardor. He bad propos ed and been refused, yet persisted in his suit. She was touched by bis perti nacity and hud grown to depend upon his continuous attentions. As Jeanette left her, after a passing regret that her little maid should al ready have had a taste of tho bitter sweet fruit of the tree of life, she dis missed the subject from ber mind. Vaugirard had returned to Paris, and she would ask him who the blue eyed roue could be who had made love to Jeanette while she took care of the duchess* children, for he knew the Savcrins and had visited St. Reme. With this reflection the marquise glanced at the clock. "Yes, in a few minutes Leon will bo here." Her eyes grew tender, and she sighed as she took up a book and reseated herself on the stiff backed little sofa. But tho book remained unread. It rested lightly In ber lap while she glanced around tho salon. Yes, the red and gold vase was filled with fresh flowers, aud the wax candles shed a soft light from their brackets on the wall. Tho spinet stood open, with songs, on tho music rack. Between rare Turkish rugs tho polish ed parquet glinted. The bric-a-brac and pictures showed tho taste of an artist. j Tho marquise cast a satisfied glance around. All was in readiness for the expected guest, but was she? "How much easier to say 'Yes' to a man one likes than constantly to refuse him," she thought. "And why do I hesitate? What is lt I fear? Is not Leon all a woman could desire, and he loves mo, but-how well? Does he mean all he says?" Is his heart absolutely mino? Ab, who knows? If I married him and found him false, I dare not think what would be the end. To be deceived, and by the man I trust! No! Wo both could not breathe tho some air after that! Does not he ask for all I have to give, and shall not ? then have- all he has to give? Love for love, truth foi truth, faith for faith-or nothingl" "M. le Comte de Vaugirard," an nounced Pierre as a handsome mac somewhat over 30 years of .age enter ed. He was dressed in dark marooc velvet, with pale yellow satin waist coat. Fine old lace fell over his wrists and in his jabot, on his fingers, sword hilt and shoe buckles diamonds spar kled. His three cornered hat be press ed close to his breast as he bowed low "My fair marquise, I am, as ever your slave." "Let me set you free then." "But I love my chains. To others ] may vaunt my pride, but at your feei I am all humility." She made no reply, but her eyes look ed at bim with affection. Vauglrart knelt before her, and, taking one o! her hands, be kissed It fervently. "A n I to kneel forever In vain?" he pleaded "Rise, M. le Comte," she said hastily "You are not an actor to play a pas slonatc rofe." "And yet my passion, alas, ls but tot real! I love you, and you alone." "For how long?" "Until eternity?" "If I married you," said the mar quise sadly, "and you proved unfaith ful it would break my heart-" "You break mine with these doubts.' She held out her hand to him. "The] I will try to banish them." "Oh, my love! May I hope?" "Walt, Leon, until tomorrow." "Then?" "And then i will listen to you. Nov be seated again, like an ordinary moi tal. Come, you must have a glass o Tokay." "Your words are as -wine to me," sal the count gayly. His face flushed wit! pleasure. The goal seemed near. Th prize he bad for years sought so eagei ly was within his grasp. "How did you spend this morning? asked the marquise as she pulled th bell rope. "I rode ont near Issy. The Jasamlne live there. They are related to th Severins, you know." "Ab, that reminds me. You wer with them last spring. How lovely S Reme must be in May! It should hav Inspired you with many a poem." "The inspiration was lacking, as yo were not there." "But did none of the other goer-? write poetry?" ; ""No one was there while I was vlsi lng St. Reme." "No one?" echoed the marquise, muc startled. "I was the only friend enjoying the! hospitality at the time." "What! No gay damsels or pron seigneurs to dispute with you the ro! of favored guest?" "There was no one," said Vaugiran surprised at, the agitation In her vole? "Did Mme. la Marquise ring?" aske Pierre, entering. "Some Tokay for M. le Comte, and, with a slight pause, "let my little mal serve it" Pierre bowed and left "Did you bear of other guests at S Reme?" asked the count, reverting 1 the subject and troubled by tbe mai ner of the marquise. "Perhaps I dreamed It-like my otb? dreams." Her tone Jarred on bim. "Ab, these dreams!" he said impi tlently. "Forget them. Think only < my love, of my devotion. Oh, Colin do you still doubt my loyalty?" She did not reply, but glanced t ward the portiere through which Jen : otto was entering, carrying a sma tray. "A glass of wine for M. le Comte Mme. la Marquise poured It into tl glass, while Jeanette stood modest! holding the tray, ber eyes downcast "Your health, M. le Comte!" "To you, fair marquise," replied h lover, taking the glass. As he raised to his' Hps he perceived Jeanette, wi at the sound of his voice had starb and uttered a little cry. The glass f< from his hand anti .was shattered < the polished floor. "Hush, Jeanette," said the marquis "It ls only an accident Here a brok? glass-there a broken heart" "Oh, madame," sobbed Jeanette, did not know why yon sent for mel" "Child, this is M. le Comte de Vaut rard, who did me the honor to ask n bi marriage some three years ago ai who bas repeated the offer frequent since then." "Ob, madame, let iae go!" cried t! girl. "Look, Jeanette," continued her m tresa, "at the blr.e eyes of this proi noble of a stainless race." . Mim. ia Marquise, let me gor "Yes, go. Forget that you once hoard words that meant less thau the empty air, for the May breezes were at least laden with tho scent of blossoms." j "Marquise, this is a dangerous jest," ! said the count lu a low voice. His face \ was very pale. "It ls no Jest." j "Ah, madame!" walled Jeanette. Her mistress patted her kindly on tho j shoulder. "Courage, petite. Let Pierro j console you." i The girl turned away, still sobbing. "You desire to Insult me!" cried tho count as they were left alone. "No moro than you insult me. Tho great honor you did mo lu offering tho fresh, unsullied devotion of your soul I must decline," she replied, with a state ly courtesy. "Heavens! Could a badinage with a country wench stand between us and j happiness! I adore you! I worship i you" I "Take that worship to another shrine." ? "No, no! You cannot he so cruel! i Lot me implore pardon for what sins I i may seem to have committed" I "Seemy she exclaimed scornfully. ! "I need no excuses. Our romance ls j dead. The shadow of my dream is its j shroud."-New York Press. ! - III? Opinion of ?lie SIcU Man. i A certain Mcmphlnn and his wife are ' in the habit occasionally of going out at night to entertainments .nd social affairs, and at such times hey moko themselves solid with their little boy by saying that they are going out to 1 see a sick mau. ; One week these social affairs came pretty frequently. On Monday night j they went to tho theater and told the ! lad that they had to sit up with the ?"sick man. Tuesday night they went out to visit a neighbor and explained ; that they were going to give some med icine to the man that was sick. On Wednesday night they proposed to at tend au entertainment and apologized ! to tho young chap by saying they hud to put u plaster on the sick man's back to draw out the pain. "Papa," asked the youth, "is the Bick man in much pain?" "Very much, my son." "And is life pretty near dead?" "Yes; he's lu bad shape." The lad thought deeply for awhile and then remarked: "Well, papa, he can't die any too soon to suit me!"-Memphis Scimitar. What She Couldn't Do. Not long hack a young farmer In an out of the way corner was successfully sued for breach of promise by a local beauty. Soon afterward there was a big Bhow In the neighborhood, and Giles, as we will call him, decided to go by carrier's cart. He had just made himself comforta ble In the last vacant scot in the vehi cle when a young woman entered and stood near the door. Gllss was the only man In the vehicle, and after a mlle or so had been covered a fussy old lady remarked to him: "I'm thinkin lt wad look better o' yo if ye stood up an let the lassie sit Ooot." "?.ay, nay." said Giles doggedly. "That lassie be Sally. Sally once said she'd mek Ol sit up, au she did mek Ol sit up, but she can't mek Oi stand!" And Sally didn't.-Short Stories. Formed by an I'ardiqunlie. Reelfoot lake ls the largest body of water In the state, and lt was formed by an earthquake In 1811. People who do not live in this section imagine it but a pleasr ?; resort for Ashing and hunting parties and do not know that from its waters at least 1,000 people gain a livelihood. There are two wholesale fish houses here and several at Hickman, Ky., that have wagons constantly on the road bringing thousands of pounds of fish daily for shipment. There are 1,500 nets !n Reelfoot, worked by sonni 500 people. Taking all that are connected, directly and Indirectly, with the tithing and 7 untlng, at least 1,000 people oarn a liv* ag from the lake.-Nashville Pan ner. Used Moody's Picture. The hue Dwight L. Moody was fond of telling how his picture- once did duty for that of Rutherford B. Hayes. Dur ing the Hayes campaign a big Repub lican rally was held in Fort Wayne, Ind. Everything was ready when It was suggested that the meeting would be incomplete without a picture of General Hayes. This brought out the discovery that, although around tbe walls of the room were hung the pic tures of many celebrities of tho day, that of Hayes was not among them, nor could a picture of bim be found. One of the members of the committee on arrangements was Joe Brimmer, a sign painter, who had a natural gift of drawing. In a copy of Harper's Maga zine on the table was a small cut of Evangelist D. L. Moody. Brimmer de cided It was enough like Hayes to make a copy from, and In half an hour he had a good sized sketch and labeled the product "Rutherford B. Hayes." It waa hung on the stage, and the speakers of the evening pointed to it as they referred to "th. vt statesman," etc. Finally the joke leaked out in thc crowd and almost resulted In breaking up the meeting.-New York Tribune. Clever Clay. When Henry Clay was stumping Kentucky for re-election, at one of his mass meetings an old hunter of wide political influence said: ."Well. Harry, I've always been for yon, but because of that vote"-which he named-"Pm goln ag'in you." "Let me sse your rifle," said Clay. It was handed sp to him. "Ts she a good rifle?" "Yes." "Did she ever miss fire?*' "Well, yes, once." .'Why didn't you throw her away?' The old hunter thought a moment and then said, "Harry, I'll try you ag'in." And Harry waa elected.-San Fran cisco Argonaut J CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. Tbs Kind You Haie Always Bought Bears the Signatare of - The area of the world's coal fields is 471,800 square miles. CARRYING THE KING. AN ODD ADVENTURE OF VICTOR EM MANUEL OF ITALY. Illa Majesty Dldu't Stiels tu lila Dar .".ulii. hut Uncaped a Threatened Duo Ul un-A Grateful and tacan A cut limul I'eainnt. Once, whilo hunting in the Italian Allis. Victor Emmanuel started before the rest of his party, but was soon stopped by a brawling mountain tor rent. He was not tall, says a Pied mont correspondent of the London 'Dally News, but even if he had been a bk* to wade across without being drowned he would liavo been what in Ireland is called "drownded," and it ls no help to a day's shooting to begin lt soaked to tho skin. So when a tall man happened along the king boiled him. "You must carry me across." said the king. "Well, comrade," returned tho big ! man. "it would take a good deal to ! mala; ino do that. Von may not be i very long, but you are broad and i heavy." i "Oh, come, what will you do thc job ; fori" asked the king, slightly ru flied I by the allusion to Iiis sore point-his ! bulk. ! "Not a sou under 100." the man re j piled, "and I warn you If you fidget ! I'll drop you, evin if it should be 111 j the middle ot' the stream." "bone!" cried the king, lint in mid i channel a tear seized him that Ids ; pointer was not following, and lie ! twisted round to have a look. ; "Bourreau! You shall be paid for ; till?!" growled the porter, but lie did i not drop his burden, i "Now," said he as be depositeil the 1 king on the bank, "you must pay tue ? not lot) but 200 sous. Don't you know I you risked both of our lives with your j fidgeting?" j The king humbly pleaded that be wanted to see if lils dog was safe over I tho water and paid the price cheer j fully and then asked: I "Is there nothing else I cnn do for j you?" j The big man pondered. At last he I said: "The thing I nm long wishing for j ls a donkey. If I lind a donkey. I J should be happy as a king. I'd sell my little crops in Turin then." "But it ls a long way to Turin," ob jected the king. "Wouldn't a horse better serve your need?" "What, a horse and no stable? A donkey fills In In the corn shed or any where, but It would cost me many a lira before I should have a stable built," said tiie man mournfully. And so they parted. But soon after ward the king provided one of his own farm horses nud scut lt with 20 gold pieces to his bearer's cabin. The man's wife was at home and scouted the Idea that beast and money were for her husband. The messenger, however, was Arm. Ile explained that the gifts came "from the king." This j excited the woman's mirth. She shout ed down the hillside td her husband: ! "Come home! Here's a horse for I you, nina, and a purseful of gold! i From the king! For yourself!" It took the .big fellow n long time to get it Into his head that all these mir acles had happened because boconee helped a stranger over the torrent, but at length lie accepted it as true. That, however, is not quito all the story. One day when thc peasant and tho cart and the horse were In Turin he sar a crowd gather, and the people I snid the king was coming. Then ho bethought himself of his manners. He flung the reins to a boy, straightened himself to his full height and went into the middle of the street, holding up an Imperious hand to the coachman on thc box of the royal carriage. The coach man reined up; the mountaineer bouudr ed to the carriage door and shook the king's hand heartily. "I ara proud to see you, majesty," he said, "for 1 wanted to thank you for sending me that money and the horse. Look over at him there with the cart load of cabbages. Ile is hale and hearty! And I always wished to tell yon 1 am glad I was of service to you at ':ke etream, aud I ara sorry I called you bourreau." The king greatly relished the frank, independent ways of his Alpine sub ject, his unconventionality and good breeding, as well as the hearty hand shake, which was returned with equal heartiness. A Dramatic Incident. Mr. Edward Terry, tho English actor, tells of a pretty incident which occur red during a tour in Australia. "Do you know what I consider the most glowing tribute I ever received? The compliment came from a child. There was a crowded house, an intent audi ence, and humor had for the instant given place to pathos. You might have heard a pin drop, and I felt the tension of the house was at breaking point The Intense silence was broken by a childish voice, a girl's, who, turn ing to her parent, asked In a broken voice, 'Mother, ls lt real?' " A Facetious Canadian editor. Tho Toronto Globe doesn't take the proposed Fenian invasion of Canada very seriously. "Arms," It says, "have been stored at Omaha ever since the Fenian raid of 18GG. That Is the bitter ness of It-that wo are to be the targets of guns 33 years old, while in South Africa the very latest and smartest things in guns are in common use. Nothing so mortifying to tho national pride has happened since it was sug gested that our flourishing lake ports were to be bombarded by that floating woodshed, the Ynntlc." Ia tho Dark Agei. "In the middle ages people must have had more time than we do now." "How's that?" "Well, even if the days weren't lon ger they had more knights."-Philadel phia Bulletin. - An ezcentrio Michigan man who died a few days ago was buried in a coffin painted a bright red, whioh for two years he had kept in his dooryard, marking tho spot where he wished to be buried. He also had a headstone prepared, OD which was inscribed the following: "Hero lies the body of William Decker, who always paid 100 rents OD Che dollar." - ? great soul is the greatest thing in the world. Dot's Prayer For Pence. Ou one evonin/r little four-year-old J)orotliy had failed to remember her father in her prayer because he had scolded her. "You must pray for pa pa, too, Dot," said her mother. "But 1 don't want to," replied the little ono. "But you must, Dot," said her mother. Dropping upon her knees again, Dot added: "And for pity's sake, bless papa, too, and let us hnve peace in the family." - lt it estimated that Missouri farmers received over $8,000,000 for their mules in 1SU8. The number shipped from St. Louis was 117,i>0;J. - "Marry you!" she exclaimed. "Do you think I am crazy ?" "I don't kn ow about that," ho replied "but 1 will be if you don't." - Wheo a niau dies they who sur vive him ask what property he has left behind. But the angel who bends over the dying man asks what good deeds he has sent before him. - The largest tree in the world lies broken and petrified at tho end of a defile in Northwestern Nevada, lt is said to be (?Ot? feet long. - ''I'm right," said aman in a dis cussion with bis wife, "bu; "in out talked." " Before my wife began using Mother's Friend she could hardly get around. I do not think she could get along without it now. She used it for months and it is a great help to her. She does her housework without trouble. " Mother s Friend is an external liniment for * expectant mothers to use. lt gives them strength to attend to their household duties almost to thc hour of confine ment. It is th? one and only prepara tion that overcomes morning sickness and nervousness. It is tho only remedy that relaxes and relieves the Btrain. It is the only remedy that makes labor short and delivery easy. It is the only remedy that puts the breasts in condition so that swelling or rising is impossible. Don't take medicines internally. They endangei the lives of both mother and child. Mottler's Friend ts sold by druggists for SI. Send for our freu illustrated book. Thc Bradfield Regulator Co., AUunia, Ga, NS&tt; If :l \l :iM? .i- .. .* - ,.: :.. ... ...} /.. V.-.V-* O---v; :. .' mm CAN BE SE SN At H glance that tho work doue at THE ANDERSON STEAM LAUNDRY ls ol a superior order. There ia not a speck or spot to mar the beauty or perfection of finish. Starched aud' unstarched goods arealike carefully treated, and reaob our patrons in a highly satisfactory condition. May wo send for your work ? Our friends and customers in tbo coun try can always leave their Laundry at D. C. Brown & Bro's. Btore, wbiah is our central otTlce-next door above the Post Office. ANDERSON STEAM LAUNDRY CO. 202 East Boundary St. R. A. MAYFIELD, Supt. and Treas. PHONE NO. 20. ^^^^^^^^^Liiill LICORICE* Unsurpatted for cure of CSUGHStCeiDS S)4"0 lill? PACKAGES <*? niignl^ecomriiendedj&y rAedical Profession I In decorated Tin Boxes - Pocket ?ze .'. \?&fa4x*C4srJ . 063 Broadway . KewYORK' NOTICE To Administrator?, Executors, Guardians, And Trustees. ALL Administrators, Executor*,Guar dians and Trustees are hereby noti fied to make their Annual Returns to tbls office during the months of January and February, a9 required by law. R. Y. H. NANCE, Judge of Probate. Jan 3, 1000 28 6 _ j PATENTS *iS?rs ; ADVICE AS TO PATENTABILITY EUEE . 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