. BUCCANEER
By CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY,
Author of "The Southerners/* "For Love
of Country/* "The Grip of Honor/' Etc.
PY RIGHT. 1905. BY G. W. DILLINGH AM COMPANY
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CHAPTER XXV.
0EFORE it was submerged by
great earthquake which so
mendously overv?elmed
shores of South America v
appalling disaster nearly a century
.*;./. a half later, a great arid rock' on
encircling stretch of sandy beach,
suitant of untold centuries of struj
between stone and sea, thrust it
above the waters a few miles no:
ward of the coast of Venezuela. '
cay was barren and devoid of any s
of life except for a single clump
bushes that had sprung up a short ?
tance from the huge rock upon a li
plateau sufficiently elevated to re:
tiie attacks of the sea, which at h
tide completely overflowed the islet
cept at that one spot
Four heavy iron staples had b<
driven with great difficulty into he
drilled in the face of the volcanic rc
To these four large chains had b<
made fast The four chains ended
four fetters, and the four fetters
closed the ankles and wrists of a m
The length of the four chains had bc
so cunningly calculated that the ar
and legs of the man were drawn :
apart, so that he resembled a gigan
white cross against the dark surft
of the stone. A sailor would hs
: * described his position by saying ti
he had been -'spread eagled" by tu<
who had fastened him there. Yet i
chains were not too short to allow
little freedom of motion. He coi
incline to one side or to the ether, 1
himself up or down a little or ev
thrust Mmself- slightly away from t
face of the rock:
Tho man was in tatters, for his clot
ing had been rent and torn by the v.
lent struggles he had made before !
had been securely fastened in I
?ftafos. He was an old man, and 1
long gray hair fell on either side
his lean, fierce face in tangled mass?
A strange terror of death-the certa
fate that menaced him-was upon i
countenance. With the bravado
despair he had looked with seeming i
ff difference on the sufferings of his o^
men that same morning. After b
tug submitted to the tortures of ti
rack they bad been hanged to tl
outer walls, and he had been force
to pass by them on his way to th
hellish spot But the real courage <
the man was gone now. His simul
Hon had not even been good enough 1
deceive bis -enemies, and now eve
that had left him.
He was alone,, so he believed, upc
the island, and all of the mortal fes
slowly creeping upon him already aj
peared in his awful face, clearly e:
United by the light of the setting su
streaming upon his left hand, for h
wes chained facing northward-ths
ls, seaward. As he fancied himself th
only living thing upon that island, b
took little care. to conceal his emt
tions-indeed, it was impossible fo
him any longer to keep up the pr?tons
of indifference. His nerves were abai
tered, his spirit broken. Retributio:
was dogging him hard. Vengeance wa
close at hand at last. Besides, wh?
mattered it? He thought himself alone
Absolutely alone. Rut in that fane;
ae was wrong, for in the solitary lit
tie copse of bushes of which mentioi
has been made there lay hidden a maj
-an ancient sailor. His single ey<
gleamed as fiercely upon the bound
shackled prisoner as did the settm*
sun itself.
Old Benjamin Hornigold, who ha(
schemed and planned for his revenge
had insisted upon being put ashore 01
the other side of the island after th?
boats had rowed out of sight of th?
captive, that he might steal back and
himself unseen, watch the torture ol
the man who had betrayed him and
wronged him so deeply. Alvarado had
complied with his request and had fur?
ther promised to return for the boat?
swain ia ^two days. They calculate?i
nicely that the already exhausted pris?
oner would scarcely survive so long,
and provisions and water ample for
that period had been1 left for the sus?
tenance of Hornigold-alone.
Morgan, however, did not know this.
He believed his only companions to be
the body of the half breed who had
died for him as he had lived for him
and the severed head of Teach, a new?
er comrade who had not betrayed him.
The body lay almost at his feet; the
head had been wedged in the sand so
that its sightless face was turned to?
ward him in the dreadful, lidless staring
gaze of sudden death.
They had said to the buccaneer as
they fastened him to the rocks that
they would not take his life, but that
he would be left to the judgment of
God. What would that be? He
thought be knew.
He had lived long enough on the
Caribbean to know the habits of that
beautiful and cruel sea. There was a
little stretch of sand at his feet and
then the water began. He estimated
that the tide had been ebbing for an
hour or so when he was fastened up
and abandoned. The rock to which he
had been chained was still wet, and he
noticed that the dampness existed far
above his head. The water would re?
cede and recede and recede until per?
haps some 300 feet of bare sand would
stretch before him, and then it would
turn and come back, back, back.
"Where would it ?ton? How nigh would
it rise i io in it' peaceful
eaiin r.9 .?"? drawhig awaj ?
Would i jhins la fc / as
sault up?rjTTlie sands as lt geneh
did, beating out bis life against
rock?
Of the two he thought he should p
j fer a storm. He would be beaten
pieces, the life battered out of him h
ribly in that event, but that-would
a battle, a struggle-action. He co1
fight if he could not wait and endu
It would be a terrible death, but
would be soon over, and therefore
preferred it to the slow horror
watching the approach of the wat<
creeping in and up to drown him. 1
chief agony of his position, howev
the most terrifying feature in tl
dreadful situation to which his yet
of crime had at last brought him, w
that he was allowed no choice.
"So long as it was lighl "Morgan
tently watched the sea. There was
sense of companionship in it whi
I helped to alleviate his unutterable loi
liness. ' And he was a man to wh<
loneliness in itself was a punisbme]
There were too many things in the pf
that had a habit of making their pr*
euee felt when he was alone for h:
?ver to desire to be solitary. Prese]
ly the sun disappeared with the sti
tiing suddenness of tropic latitudes, ai
without twilight darkness fell over t
sea and over his haggard face like
veil. The moon had not yet risen, m
he could see nothing. There were
few faint clouds on the horizon, he hi
noticed, which might pr?sage a ston
It was very dark and very still, :
calm aad peaceful a tropic night i
ever shrouded the Caribbean. Farth
and farther away from him he cou
hear the rustle of the receding wav<
as the tide went down. Over his hes
twinkled the stars out of the de?
darkness.
Then the moon sprang up as sudde:
ly as the sun had fallen. Her silv<
I radiance flooded the firmament, Ligb
heavenly light, once more! Far awi
from him the white line of the wat*
was breaking on the silver sand.
Now the tide turned and came cree]
lng in. It had gone out slowly, it ha
? lingered as if reluctant to leave hin
i but to his distraught vision it returne
j with the swiftness of a thousand whit
horses tossing their wind blown mane
The wind died down; the clouds wei
dissipated. The night was so very cali
it mocked the storm raging in his sou
And still the silvered water came Hoot
lng in. Gently, tenderly, caressing!:
the little waves lapped the sands. A
last they lifted the ghastly head o
young' Teach and laid lt at his feet
! He cursed the rising water and bad
j it stay, and heedlessly it came on. 1
I was a tropic sea, and the waters wer
as warm as those cf any sun kl sse
! ocean, but they broke upon his knee
I with the coldness of eternal ice. The;
rolled the heavier body of his faithfrj
I slave against him. He strove to driv
it away with his foot as he had strive]
I to thrust aside the ghastly head, an<
without avail. The two friends recede*
as the waves rolled back, but the;
came on again and again and again
They had been faithful to him in life
they remained with him in death.
Now the water broke about his waist
now it rose to his breast. He was ex
hausted, worn out He hung silent
staring: His mind was busy. HI)
thought went back to that rugger.
I Welsh land where he had been born
! He saw himself a little boy playing Ii
the fields that surrounded the farm
I house of his father and mother.
He took again that long trip across
? the ocean. He lived again in the hoi
j hell of the Caribbean. Old forms ol
forgotten buccaneers clustered aboui
! him.
The water was higher now. It wai
at his neck. There were Porto Bello
Puerto Principe, and Maracaibo, and
? Chagres, and Panama-ah,Panama! AI
j the fiends of hell had been there, and
be had been their chief! They came
back now to mock him.
I There was pale faced, tender eyed
I Maria Zerega, who had died of the
! plague, and the baby, the boy. Jamal
' ca, too, swept Into his vision. There
j was his wife shrinking away from him
j In the very articles of death. There was
i young Ebenezer Hornigold, dancing
j right merrily upon the gallows, togeth
' er with others of the buccaneers he had
j hanged.
i The grim figure of the one eyed
! boatswain rose before him and.-Jeered
j upon him and swept the other appari
? tions away. This was La Guayra
? yesterday. He had been betrayed,
j Whose men were those? The men
hanging on the walls? And Hornigold
j had done it-old Ben Hornigold-that
j he thought so faithful,
i He screamed aloud again with hate;
he called down curses upon the head
of the growing one eyed apparition.
And the water broke into his mouth
and stopped him. It called him to his
j senses for a moment. His present peril
overcame the hideous recollection of
the past. That water was rising still.
I Great God! At last he prayed. Lips
j that had only cursed shaped them
i selves into futile petitions. There was
j a God after all.
! The end was upon him, yet with the
! old instinct of life he lifted himself
upon his toes. He raised his arms as
! far as the chains gave him play and
\ caught the chains themselves and
I strove to pull, to lift, at last only to
'. hold himself up, a rigid, awful figure.
:. . ; thc
sup:-- ; :-' . : " ': Ktiic dilfii ul;.'
in maintaining tlie position fo
space. But he could go no higL
if the water rose an inch more
would be the end. Ile could bre
only between the breaking waves 1
The body of the black was sw
against him again and again, the i
of young Teach kissed him upon
cheek, and stiil the water seemcc
rise and rise and rise. Ile was a c
man like the other two-indeed,
prayed to die-and yet in fear he cl
to the chains and held on. Each
ment he fancied would be his last,
he could not let go.
, By and by the waters fell. He c<
. not believe it at first. He still h
suspended and waited with b;
breath. Was he deceived? Xe,
waters were surely falling. The
onds seemed minutes to him: the r
utes, hours. At last he gained as:
ance. There was no doubt but that
tide was going down. The waves
risen far, but he had been lifted ab
them; now they were falling, fall?
Yes, and they were bearing away t
accursed body and\that ghastly hi
He was alive still, saved for the t
being. The highest waves only tot
ed his breast now. Lower, lower, t
moved away. Reluctantly they
gered, but they fell-they fell.
To drown? That was not the ju
ment of God for him then. What wo
it be? His head fell forward on
breast-he had fainted in the sud(
relief of his undesired salvation.
Long time he hung there, and still
tide ebbed away, carrying with it
that was left of the only two who 1
loved him. He was alone now sun
save for that watcher in the bush
After awhile consciousness returned
him again, and after the first sw
sense of relief there came to him
deeper terror, for he had gone throi]
the horror and anguish of death a
had not died. He was alive still, but
helpless as before.
It was morning now. On his rii
hand the sru sprang from the oce
bed with the same swiftness w
which it had departed the night befo
Like the tide, it, too, rose and ro
There was not a cloud to temper t
fierceness with which it beat upon 3
head, not a breath of air to blow acre
his fevered brow. The blinding ra
struck him like hammers of molt
iron. He starecV?t it ont of his fr?
zied, bloodshot eyes and writhed t
neath its blazing heat All his faculti
were merged into one consuming c
sire for water-water. The thirst w
intolerable. Unless he could get sor
his brain would give way. He was d
ing, dying, dying! On, God, he cou
not die; he was not ready to die! O
for one moment of time, for one dr<
of water-God-God-God!
Suddenly before his eyes there aro
a figure. At first he fancied it was a
other of the apparitions which hi
companied with him during the awf
night and morning, but this was a h
man figure, an old man, bent, haggar
like himself, with watching, but with
fierce mad joy in his face. Where hs
he come from? Who was he? Whi
did he want? The figure glared upc
the unhappy man with one fiery ey
and then he lifted before the captive
distorted vision something. What wt
lt-a cup of water? Wafer; water brin
ming over the cup! It was just out <
reach of his lips-so cool, BO ?weet, &
inviting! He strained at his chain
bent his head, thrust his Ups out H
?ould almost touch it-not quite! H
struggled and struggled and strove t
break his fetters, but without aval
Those fetters could not be broken b
the hand of man. Efp could not drink
ah, God!-then he lifted his blinde
eyes and searched the face of the othei
"Hornigold!" he whispered hoarse!
with his parched and stiffened lips. "I
it thou?" j
"Aye. I wanted to let you kno\
there was water here. You must b
thirsty. You'd like a drink? So wouL
I. There is not enough for both o
us. Who'will get it? I. Look!"
"Xot all-not all!" screamed the oli
captain faintly as the other drained th
cup. ~"A little! "?ilrop for me!"
"Not one drop," answered Hornigold
"not one drop! If you were in hell an<
I held a river in my hand you woul<
not get a drop! It's gone."
He threw the cup from him.
"I brought you to this-I! Do yoi
recall it? You owe this to me. Yoi
had your revenge; this is mine. Bu
it's not over yet I'm watching you
I shall not come out here again, bu
Fm watching you, remember that! 3
can see you!"
"Take that knife you bear-kill mer
"I don't want you to die-not yet
I want you to live-live a long time
and remember!"
"Hornigold, I'll make amends! m
be your slave!"
"Aye, crawl and cringe now, you dog
I swore that you should do it! It's use
less to beg me for mercy. I know no1
that word; neither did you. Remem?
ber, I watch!"
He threw his glance upward, stopped
suddenly, a fierce light in that old eye
of his.
"Look up," he cried, "and you will
see! Take heart, man. I guess you
won't have to wait for the tide, and
the sun won't bother you long. Re?
member, I am watcning you!"
He turned and walked away, conceal?
ing himself in the copse once more,
where he could see and not be seen.
The realization that he was watched
j by ono whom he could not see, one
who gloated over his miseries and suf?
ferings and agonies, added the last
touch to the torture of the buccaneer.
Ile had no longer strength or man?
hood. Ile no longer cried out after
j that one last appeal to the merciless
sailor. He did not even look up in
obedience to the old man's injunction.
What was lhere above him, beneath
him, around him, that could add to his
fear? He prayed for death. They
j were thc first and last prayers thal hat!
fallen from his Hps for fifty years,
those that ?lay. Yet when death did
come at last he shrank from it with
It was just out of reach of his lips
~When "oki "Horriigold bad looked up
he bad seen a speck in the vaulted
j heaven. It was slowly soaring around
and around in vast circles and with
each circle coming nearer and nearer
to the ground. A pair of keen and
powerful eyes were aloft there pierc?
ing the distance, looking, searching in
every direction until at last their
glance fell upon the figure upon the
rock. The circling stopped. There was
a swift rush through the air. A black
feathered body passed between the
buccaneer and the sun, and a mighty
vulture, hideous bird of the tropics,
alighted on the sands near by him.
So this was the judgment of God
upon this man! For a second his tor?
tured heart stopped its beating. He
stared at the unclean thing, and then
he shrank back against the rock and
screamed with frantic terror. The bird
moved heavily back a little distance
and stopped, peering at him. He could
see it by turning his head. He could
drive it no farther. In another mo?
ment there was another rush through
the air, another, another! He scream?
ed again. Still they came until it seem?
ed as if the earth and the heavens were
black with the horrible birds. High in
the air they had seen the first one
swooping to the earth and with unerr?
ing instinct, as was their habit, had
turned and made for the point from
which the first had dropped downward
to the shore.
They circled themselves about him.
They sat upon the rock above him.
They stared at him with their lustful,
carrion, jeweled eyes out of their
loathsome, featherless, naked heads,
drawing nearer, nearer, nearer. He
could do no more. His voice was gone.
His strength was gone. He closed his
eyes, but the sight was still before
him. His bleeding, foamy lips mum?
bled one unavailing word:
"Hornigold!"
From the copse there came no sound,
no answer. He sank forward in his
chains, his head upon his breast, con?
vulsive shudders alone proclaiming
faltering life. Heil had no terror like
to this which he, living, suffered.
There was a weight upon his shoul?
der now. Fierce talons sank deep into
his quivering flesh. In front of his
face, before a pair of lidless eyes that
glowed like fire, a hellish, cruel beak
struck at him. A faint, low, ghastly
cry trembled through the still air.
And the resistless tide came In. A
man drove away the birds at last be?
fore they had quite taken all, for the
torn arms still hung in the iron fet?
ters-an old man, blind of one eye, the
black patch torn off the hideous hole
that bad replaced the socket He
Hell had no terror like to this
capered with the nimbleness of youth
before the ghastly remains of hu?
manity still fastened to that rock. He
shouted Ad screamed and laughed
and sang. The sight had been too
horrible even for him. He was mad,
crazy; his mind was gone. He had his
revenge, and it had eaten him up.
The waters dashed about his feet
and seemed to awaken some new idea
in his disordered brain.
"What!" he cried. "The tide is up! Up
anchor, lads! We must beat out to
sea. Captain, I'll follow you. Harry
Morgan's way to lead, old Ben Hornl
gold's to follow. Ha, ha! Ho, ho!"
He waded out into the water, slowly
going deeper and deeper. A wave
swept him off his feet. A hideous
laugh came floating bad?, over the sea,
and then he struck out and out and
out
?..*..*
And so the judgment of God wag
visited upon Sir Henry Morgan and his
men at last, and as it was writ of old:
With what measure they had meted
out it had been measured back to them
again!
THE END.
A Reflection.
Daisy-Why was Maude Oldgirl so
angry about her photographs? Didn't
they flatter her? Maisie-Oh, they
were as pretty as the artist could make
them, but on the back of each one it
said, "The original of this picture is
carefully preserved."
Strait escy.
The minister who had difficulty in
keeping his parishioners' eyes fixed on
liim during the sermon solved the diffi?
culty by peacing a large clock directly
behind him.-Liverpool Mercury.
The Difference.
Freddie-What's tho difference be?
tween being sick and an invalid?
A DISPENSARY BOMBSHELL.
AX UNEXPECTED REPORT BY
MESSRS. CHRISTENSEN AXD
LYON.
The State Board of Dispensary Direc?
tors SciuLs a Request to the Mern?
inie o? tho Sub-Committee of Inves?
tigation ."..' king for the Names of
Firms and Individuals Whom They
Suspect o? Improper Dealings With
tl ie Dispensary.
Columbia. March 21.-The sub?
committee of the dispersai y investi?
gating committee sprung a decided
surprise tonight when it sent a tempo?
rary blacklist to the new State board
of control. The sub-committee went
to the board meeting today and gain?
ed admission to the session of the
board, which is more than the news?
paper men, who were on hand, have
yet gotten. The board expected to
make some purchases today, but the
situation is somewhat changed by de?
velopments. The sub-committee dur?
ing the afternoon received this letter:
The Hons. X. Christensen, Jr., and J.
Fraser Lyon, City.-Gentlemen: Upon
resolution of the State board of direc?
tors I am instructed to ask you to give
the names of any concerns, persons or
corporations doing business with the
dispensary, which you suspect of ir?
regular or improper dealings with the
dispensary, and which have not been
reported to the chairman of your com?
mittee, I am very respectfully,
M. H. Mobley, Clerk.
The Preamble and Resolution.
In view of the fact that since the
board addressed a letter t? Senator
Hay asking him to give the names of
any liquor house or other concerns
who were under the suspicion of the
dispensary investigating committee
and having received his reply in the
negative, and it having happened that
Senator Christensen and Representa?
tive Lyon have just returned from
the North after examining certain
creditors of the dispensary, and being
informed that Senator Christensen and
Representative Lyon have not had
time to consult with Chairman Hay
since their return.
Be it resolved, therefore, That the
clerk address a letter to Senator Chris?
tensen and Representative Lyon ask?
ing them to give the names of any
concerns, persons or corporations do?
ing business with the dispensary,
which they suspect of irregular or im?
proper dealing with the dispensary,
and which have not been reported to
the chairman.
Columbia, S. C., March 1, 1906.
Messrs. Rawlinson, Wiley and Black,
Board of Directors S. C., Dispensary,
Columbia, S. C.
Gentlemen: Responding to your
letter of even date will say that while
we have not evidence in the case of
each of the concerns mentioned below
that would establish the fact that they
have been dealing improperly or in an
irregular manner with the dispensary,
still we will say that we suspect that
the firms hereinafter mentioned may
at some future hearing be shown to
have been guilty of some irregular
dealings therewith.
We think that the evidence brought
out at a recent public session of our
committee shows conclusively that the
Carolina Glass Company and the C.
L. Flacus Glass Company have been
guilty of grave irregularities in their
transactions with the dispensary.
In addition to the glass companies
above mentioned and the Xlvison
Weiskepf Company, the irregularities
of which were called to your attention
in Chairman Hay's communication,
we think you would under the terms
of your resolutions be justified in dis?
continuing business for the present
with the following houses or firms:
Messrs. H. & H. W. Catherwood,
Philadelphia; Jack Cranston Compa?
ny, Augusta; Fleischman & Co., Cin?
cinnati; Gallagher & Burton, Philadel?
phia: Garrett & Co., Xorfolk; Hirsch
& Schofield, New York; J. W. Kelley
& Co., Chattanooga; Wm. Lanahan &
Son. Baltimore; Meyer, Pitts & Co.,
Baltimore; Rosskam, Gerstey & Co.,
Philadelphia; I Trager Company, Cin?
cinnati; Bluenthal & Bickert, Atlanta;
Bernheim Distilling Company, Louis?
ville; Richland Distilling Company,
Columbia, S. C.; J. S. Farnum, Char?
leston, S. C.; Pabst Brewing Compa?
ny, Milwaukee; C. H. Ross & Co., Bal?
timore; C. L. Flaccus Glass Company.
Very respectfully yours,
N. Christensen, Jr.
J. Fraser Lyon,
Members Dispensary Investigating
Committee.
There are several thousand other
liquor firms in America, and there
need be no unquenched thirst for liq?
uor with several thousand liquor
houses wanting good business and a
million dollar stock of liquors.
The State board will probably re?
ceive the letter as information and act
on the lines indicated.
The investigating; committee under
the recent Act. it s said, has the right
to require its O. K. on all purchases
hereafter to be made if it cares to ex?
ercise that right.-Xews and Courier.
I
-I
Col. J. Q. Marshall, of Columbia, j
Bars Men from Employment
Every line of business is beginning to
shut its doors absolutely to drinking' men.
Business competition has become so keen
that only men of steadfast habits can find
employment.
Employers do not want men that are ad?
dicted to'drink. A drinking man is not in
fit condition to handle responsible work.
Continual drinking- diseases the nerve
s\-stem. No "will power" can cure; treat?
ment is necessary.
Cures Whiskey and Beer Habit
Take ORELEE Quietly at Eome I ^
To cure without patient's knowledge, mm
buy ORRINE No. 1; for voluntary treat?
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box.
Cure Effected or Money Refunded
Book on "Drunkenness" (sealed) free on
request. ORRINE mailed (sealed) on re?
ceipt of $1 bv THE ORRINE CO., Inc,
Washington, D. C., or sold in this city by 36
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-. . -??Bgggg-?-?^M'-M.
Couldn't Get Away From lt.
A glint of sadness and resentment
was in the new reporter's eye as he
came in and plumped himself wearily
into his chair. Presently he coughed
apologetically and gave up a few low
voice confidences to the man at the;-^?
adjoining desk. "^P
"All my life," he said "they have
been making me go to church. Even
at college it was compulsory attend?
ance at chapel, and I came into this
business with something of a glow of
hope that there would be a let-up in \^ A
the restrictions and requirements of
the stained glass kind that had hith?
erto hedged in my young life. Not
that I am irreligious or dislike church
going, but I like to choose my own
time and place for those things. I had
an idea that the life of a newspaper lA
man consisted of a merry whirl of W
fires, murders and social functions,
but I guess I had the wrong idea.
Gosh! This first week has taken me
to two sermons, a missionary meeting
a Christian Endeavor social, one fun?
eral and two houses of mourning af- \
ter obituaries. Now I've just got back ^
from a joyful jaunt of some miles out
into the country where they were
having a sort of revival celebration.
It was a festival of prayer and song
in commemoration of the first anni?
versary of the conversion of- Shang
Bailey-I believe that was the name.
Anyway, the occasion was worth a
celebration, for he was the biggest
man I ever saw in all my life, and I've
been as far West as Keokuk. And
among all the other things they pray
ed for the reporter, that he might do
a good job in writing up the account Jp
of the doings, and then they prayed
for the city editor, that he might write.
It's up to the boss now, for I'm going
to put a gilt edge on this story that
will prove that I was listening to my
personal end of that exhortation and?
responded to the call of duty. But I mi
wish that some active duty of a dif- v
?erent sort would come my way for a
.mange. I've had my work tinctured
with too much solemnity so far.
Sleeplessness.
?Disorders of the stomach produce a
nervous condition, and often prevent f?
sleep. Chamberlain's Stomach and
Liver Tablets stimulate the digestive
organs, and make sleep possible. For
sale by all druggists.
Walter Nason, living in Newport
Me., has the mysterious ability of be>
ing able to tell the accurate time of
day by simply looking in the palm of
his hand as another would look at his
watch. No one has been able to learn
his method, and in fact he himself
cannot explain the source of his pow?
er. Many of the people of the village*
who doubted his power and who look?
ed upon it as a "fahy story." have by
their own observation and experi?
ments become convinced of its truth.
-Thurston (Me.) Journal.
.1 Lively Tussel
* With tha old enemy of the race,
constipation, often ends in appendi?
citis. To avoid all serious trouble
with stomach, liver and bowels, take
Dr. King's New Life Pills. They per?
fectly regulate these organs, without
pain or discomfort. 25c at all drug--^M
gists. V'
Henry Mullins, Esq., of Marion, is
suggested for attorney general.
A Favorable Remedy for Babies.
?Its pleasant taste and prompt cures
have made Chamberlain's Cough Rem?
edy a favorite with the mothers oi
small children. It quickly cures their
coughs and colds and prevents any
danger of pneumonia or other serious
consequences. It not only cures croup,
but when given as soon as thp croupy
cough appears will at?
tack. For sale by all
Paul Hemphill. E ?ster,
may enter the race 1 gen?
eral.
A Scientific V
*The cures that sta edit
make Bucklen's Arnie ien
tific wonder. It cure lul
ford. lecturer for the P lus
bandry, Waynesboro, dis?
tressing case of piles. the
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7 25c st ali druggists