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WOMAN'S PROGRESS to Yucatan or Egypt, to delve in arch' aeology. New York letter. CLEARING THE AIR. "I was a guest last August," said THE WAMEGAN. matter at what hour he had gone to bed.

But he was so fast asleep that he never heard it; and the bell rang again still more sharply without any answer. Then the door of the inner room opened, and out came a very strange figure indeed. It was a small, lean, gray-haired old man in a Bhabby uniform coat and a pair long riding boots, which looked as though they had not been cleaned for a month; and as if he were not untidy Make No Mistake If yon have made np your mind to boy Hood'l Barsaparilla do dot be induced to take any other. Hood's Sareaparilla la a peculiar medicine possessing curative power superior to any othei article of the kind before the people. Be sun to get Hood's.

"In one store the clerk tried to induce me buy their own Instead of Hood's Barsaparilla But he could not prevail on me to change. I told him that I knew what Hood's Barsaparilla was, had taken it, was perfectly satisfied with it, and did not want any other." Mes. Ella A. Gofj" 61 Terrace Btreet, Boston. Hood's Sarsaparilla Sold by all druggists.

8 for $5. Prepared only by C. HOOD Lowell, Mass. 100 Doses One Dollar lady, "at a small Bummer boarding' house on the Maine coast. When I took my place at the table for the first time, soon discovered that my fellow-board ers belonged to a class richer in money than in mind tr manners.

They were gay, well-meaning peo ple, who had flitted from one hotel to another, from mountain to springs, and from springs to beach, in seavh of amusement, and were now tired and blase. They chattered gossip for a while; then discussed the fashion until one of the young men, from sheet vacuity of ideas, apparently, told a story with a covert, immodest meaning. The men smiled significantly, the women tried to look unconscious: the youns girls blushed painfully. "An old man continued the same line of thought in a still broader anecdote. "There was a significant silence.

I dare not look up lest I should meet the eyes of my neighbors. All that was indelicate in thought had been sirred up from the depths. What could do 1 longed for the decision and firmness to protest, to utter a sharp rebuke; but I was a woman, poor, and of no social position. "At that moment a little, plain, simply dressed woman entered the room, took her seat at the table, and glanced quickly around at the circle of ernbar rassed faces. I saw that she understood the situation, and that it was not a new one.

She was greeted warmly by the whole party, and began to talk with a certain gay cordiality of manner which had in it a rare charm. "She had discovered some old coiils in the village store, and had heard of others farther up the country. Who would go coin-hunting Then followed an eager discussion of rare dollars, or pennies, or shillings, until the talk ol even the old joker became not only decent, but interesting. "At every meal this little woman, with her low, vivacious voice and ready wit, shunted the conversation on to new tracks of thought. One day it was a rare plant that she brought in; the next, some legend told her by the fish ermen sometimes it was a stirring incident of local history; again a question of politics or of religion.

'These she said to me, when I came to know her, 'mean well. They have no wish to be wicked, but their minds are like stagnant pools. They impure and foul simply from in action. All they need is some whole some subject of thought to keep them "I have always remembered the les son she taught me." There is scarcely a day, even in the life of a schoolboy or girl, when this lesson is not useful. Conversation is always too ready to become malicious or vulgar, especially among idle people.

It is rarely expedient or wise openly to rebuke our companions, even if wq are free from their faults. Censure usually rouses opposition and ill-nature. But when our own minds or those of others become turbid and foul, let us deal with them as with a chamber full of darkness and impure odors open a window. The brain is cleansed by new and vigoro thoughts, just as the air of a closed om is cleansed bythe sunlight and- motion. I 'oulh's Compan' ion.

MAHONE AND THE PICKET. Mahone's old soldiors say that he was the strictest of disciplinarians, and, as might' be expected, most careful and provident of the comfort of his men. After the battle of the "Crater" his force was so weakened 'hat a regiment was sent to reinforce it. It was a regiment mainly composed of conscripts who were raw. The first night after it joined some of the men were' detailed for picket duty on a part of the line whore the utmost quiet and vigilance were necessary, for the" Union forces were on the alert and pressing closer and closer.

It was after midnight when Mahone set out to visit his outposts. What was his astonishment and wrath, as he crossed the little ravine which led from the Union line to the "Crater," to hoar a voice singing shouting, a Southern song and to see outlined against the sky the figure of a stalwart sentinel of his own command, who was marching up and down with the butt ol his gun in the air. Mahone rushed up the slope with bared sword, and as he got pear the soldior exclaimed in a compressed voice, half choker! with angers "What in are you doing? Who are you? Where do you belong?" The sentinel stopped, brought his gun to his shoulder, and said': "Whb be you and what be you Join' here? I belong to the Fo'th No'th Ca'liny lleg'ment, Rtandin' this gyard. "I'll show you who I am," replied tlni infuriated General. "Well, who be you?" retorted the imperturbable oonscript.

"I am Gen. Mahone, in command of this division. Call the officer of th guard." At the mention of that name the son tinel lowered his gun and his voice at the same time, extomlod his hand and whispered; "Gen. Maliono, I'm proud to meet yor, I'm Fo'th No'th CVUny. Yo'U find oo'p'l gyard down yan, but don't make such a clatter or yo'll roust) the Yanks." "The Goueral meekly sought the offl-serof the "gyard." New York Trib unit.

The Whole Duty of a Wife. The Bombay Guardian calls atten tion to an extraordinary book which is being distributed broadcast as a prize book in the Government girls' schools the Bombay presidency. The follow ing quotations are given as specimens the teaohings set forth in the book If the husband of a virtuous, woman be ugly, of good or bad disposition, diseased, irascible, a drunkard, old, stupid, dumb, blind, deaf, hot-tempered, poor, extremely covetous, a slanderer, cowardly, perfidious, and immoral, nevertheless she ought to worship him as a god with mind, speech, and person. The wife who gives an angry answer to her husband will become a viUage pariah dog; she will also become a female jackal and live in an uninhabited desert. The woman who eats sweetmeats without sharing them with her husband will become a hen-owl, living in a hollow tree.

The woman who walks alone without her husband will become a filth-eating village sow. The woman who speaks disrespectfully to her husband will be dumb in the next incarnation. The woman who hates her husband's relations will become from birth to birth a musk-rat living in filth. She who is always jealous of her husband's concubine will be childless in the next incarnation. 10 illustrate the blessed results ol a wife's subserviency a storv is told of the great reward that came to the wife of an ill-tempered, diseased, and wicked Brahmin, who served her husband with slavish obedience, and even went the length of carrying him on her own shoulders to visit his mistress.

The Woman Martyr of Mololial. Miss Nellie Flavin, a Liverpool girl, however, is the only woman who has yet volunteered to labor in the dreaded spot at Kalawao, consecrated by the work of "the apostle of the lepers." She passed through New York several weeks ago, and her presence became known through the action of the Cus' torn House authorities, who seized the vestments she had brought for the use of Father Damien. She refused to speak about herself, and many were of the opinion that her story was a sub terfuge to obtain free admission to the vestments. They were shipped to San Francisco to be giveu to her at her de parture from that port, and her English friends had a brief skectch of her life published as an answer to the charge of the Custom House authorities. The Liverpool Catholic Times, just to hand, tells who she is: "Nellie Flavin is highly accomplished, well educated, ahd very well knoAvn in well- informed Catholic circles in Liverpool Thoroughly taught at the boarding- school of the Faithful Companions of Jesus, Dee House, Chester, she became a daily governness, some time after leaving school, to the family of Mr, Pierce, Beaver House, Linnet lane.

Sefton, Park, Liverpool, and remained in that family until 1886, when she left for. London to undergo there a course of hospital training. Miss Nellie Flavin is a brilliant pianist, and is of an amiable, energetic, and resolute disposi tion. She has broken many strong ties to devote her life to the service of God's most afflicted creatures, and has left be hind her a mother, sister, and brother. as well as many mends, holding her in their heart of hearts." Donahoe's Magazine.

A TRAMP THAT WAS liOHtf IN HARD LUCK. "I don't s'pose it's any use," said the hungry man, mournfully, siding up be' side a well-dressed man, "for me to ask you fer a little assistance toward gettin' a bite ter eat? Not the least bit in the world," said the other man, cheerfully. 'I s'pose not," continued the hungry man, a tinge of sarcasm coming into his tone of voice and blending into a flue mezzo-tint quality with the Jeremiao strain. "I s'pose not." And this time he spoke reflectively. "I ain't no Johnstown sufferer, I ain't, an' I don't know nothin' about Johnstown, so 1 can't tell no straight story.

I ain't never been to Seattle, and I can pose as being burnt out. I ain't even a Braidwood miner, I ain't. Ef I wuz any of them I wouln't be a-askin' for a little somethin' to git a bite o' vittles. "I'd be a-wearin' good second-hnnd close an' a necktie an' a shirt that splits down the front and back both. Mobbe I'd have a collar an' cuffs with buttons into 'em.

Anyway I'd be a-spondin' relief money an' a-eatin' regular. But I ain't none them. I b'long right hyar an' I ain't had no job fer a year. I'm busted 'cause it's my own fault. I am, an' I ain't got no show to kick ovor the bad distribution o' no relief money at all.

All the luck comes ter people on the outside, an a man right hyar at home has ter eat out o' slop barrels and sleep in ooal holes an' get moved an' not have no olose to Bpeuk of. "It's mighty hard an' I just wisht Borne these nros or noous or some-thin' would sorter come my way onot. i I ain't had no luok sence I wuz er kid, I ain't," and he ambled away, broken in spirits, hungry, foot-sore, and ragged, Chicago Mail. Thk naval gun plant at Washington is growing so nicely that it will soon bo- Bin to put out a few spring shoots. I Baltimore American.

I Matters and Things in Which Our Fair Readers Are Interested. NUMEROUS SWEET MORSELS. A Little Humor, a Bit of Nonsense and Some Breizy Gossip About Modest Maidens and Giddy Girls. A Wise Head. Pretty Daughter Mother, when will be of age? Mother When you are eighteen.

"Can't I get married before that?" "Indeed you shan't Not a day." Homely Daughter Must I wait until am eighteen too Mother No-oer my dear. You have such ah old head on your should ers that I am sure you will choose wisely. Marry when you like." New York Weekly. Permanent Desertion. A business-looking woman came into lawyer's office and announced to the disciple of Gambrinus beg pardon, Blackstone "I want to get a divorce.

How long will it take?" "If yon have good grounds I can have you fixed up in about twenty minutes, I guess, answered the lawyer. What your plea "Desertion. I sent him down town this morning" "This morning?" "Yes. To match eome ribbon. He Vvent away mad and swore he wouldn't come back until he matched it, so I know I'll never see him again." Terre Haute Express.

Euyenle's Coolness. The first occasion on which Mme. Car- ette saw the Empress was at a ball given to the Imperial couple in the Town Hall at Fountainebleau in August, 1858 a fete which was very nearly ending tragically. The ball room had been in stalled on the upper story of the build ing the guests had assembled and the Emperor and Empress had taken their places, when it was suddenly discovered that the ceiling ol the room was in a dangerously dilapidated condition, and the motion of the dancers had so shaken the rickety old building that the chandeliers over the throne were oscillating in the most alarming manner. The Empress had a happy inspiration.

She quietly rose and taking the Emperor's arm proceeded at a slow pace to the supper room, followed by a greater part of the guests. It was then possible to warn the comparatively lew that remained of the danger and request them to leave. Thus the risk ol a panic was averted and, although the ball came to a somewhat abrupt termination, there was no accident to life or limb. Lon don Times. Vow to Win Attention.

A well-known and very successful SO' ciety woman easily wins admiration by seeming to give herself wholly up to the person talking with her. If it is a man he has her entire attention, eyes, ears, mind, as though he were the only per son in the room or the world for the short delicious moment, while at the same time she seems to feel the presence of those about her and yields her motions to surrounding circumstances in a graceful, easy way, that makes the on-looker feel certain of a possible "grand future in store" for him also. It is a rare combination and adaptability which many of our society girls would do well to cultivate. You know how disagreeable it is to have them talk to you with their eyes all the time flying here and there, over your shoulder, over their own; fixing dress or bracelet; seemingly forgetful of your presence. often in some by-current of thought.

You never feel like saying anything worth while. With this woman, how ever, you are sure that you alone have the floor till you withdraw. A Noted Woman ArchasologlsU One of the interesting women who is often seen in the private cars bound for Brighton Beaoh which are run for the Seidl Sooiety is Mme. Alice Le Plon- geon, the xucatan arohiooiogist and ex-plorer, a Blight, dark-haired, dark' skinned woman, who is an entertaining conversationalist and lecturer. Some friends have been trying to make an engagement for her in the Lowell In' stitute course in Boston next winter, aud the other day she had word that the trusteos would be glad to bo in structed by her, were it not for the dis tressing fact that she is a woman.

So much for the liberality of the cultured Hub of the universe. Mme, Le Plon geon I believe, had a fleeting impulse to write, asking if a claw-hammer coat and i-ousers, like those worn by Mme. Dieulofoy, in Paris, would obviate the difficulty. I have told before the story of Mme. Plongeon's romantio marriage to the archroologist just back from Cen tral America, who saw her poring over musty papers in the British Museum M.

Le Plongoon is white-haired and many years his wife's senior, but they spend thoir evenings together reading aloud and playing the guitar, and one seldom sees a more devoted couple They would like to obtain some Con ular position which would send them in of JE. A. WELXER, Pub. tVAMEQO, KANSAS. THE CHILDREN.

Some Pleasant Stories for the Amusement of Our Juvenile Readers. THE SHEEP AND THE SEA-GULL. The Story of Three Mysterious Gold Pieces The Reward Received by a Dutiful Son. The Sheep and the Sea-OulL Farmer Harley's sheep always used a certain path through a thicket when evening came, and they left the down for home. There might have been easier ways or shorter ways, but these sheep had gone by that path ten years ago, and so they and their children would go by it for ten years to come, or longer, probably.

That is the way with sheep they like nothing so well as doing the same thing over and over again. Another "fashion they have is that when the leader of the flock does a' thing, all the rest of the flock must do the same thing after him, even if there be no necessity for it. If, for example, the leader jumps over a bar to get into a field, all the other sheep will jump at the same place, even if the bar has been taken away. Now it happened that one morning, while Farmer Harley's sheep were grazing on the down, a sea-gull, searching for a place to make a nest, came upon the very thicket that lay between the down and home, and it seemed such an exceedingly nice place that the gull decided to search no further. Gulls do not build in trees as most birds do, but on the ground, and so this particular gull chose the most suitable spot in the thicket, and made its nest there.

It so happened that the most suitable spot, in the gull's opinion, was directly in the sheep path, and there it settled itself as comfortably as it knew how. By evening it was as much at home as if it had always lived there. But of all this the sheep were, of course, quite unconscious, and so they trotted toward Home that evening as they had done every other evening for as long as they could remember. They entered the path at the thicket in nar row file, crowding each other as sheep will do, and the head sheep was almost on the brooding' gull before he saw it, He might have stepped on it, not know' ing what it was, and then all the other sheep would have done the same thing, and that would have been the end of the gull; but the gull did not propose to be put out of the way in any such fashion, and, therefore, at the sight of the great sheep, crowding hard upon her, she half rose, spread her broad wings with a flap, flap, and squawked out like a stifled locomotive whistle. No right-minded sheep would step on a thing that acted like that, and the leading sheep being of that sort, just raised himself on his hind legs, and cleared the indignant gull at 'a bound.

That would have been sufficient for the sheep behind, even if the gull had not been there; but the gull was there, and was fully indignant at the last sheep as at the first, and took good care to show that she was. The next night the same thing hap pened, and the next, and the next. After that you might suppose that either the gull or the sheen would tire of the game; but no. The thought of yield' ing seemed not to occur to either, and so the nightly indignation of the gull and the nightly leap-frog, or leap-gull rather, of the sheep kept tip for the three weeks and a little over that it took the gull to lay her eggs and hatch them. And, no doubt, if they gave any thought to the matter, both gull and sheep were satisfied with themselves, the former feeling that she had held out as long as she wanted to, and the latter feeling that they had tired the ugly, squawking thing out.

John B. Coryell, in Youth's Companion. A Story of Three Mysterious Gold Pieces, One summer morning, a great many years ago, a boy was lying sound asleep on a bench in one of the rooms at Sans-Souci (the country palace of the King of Prussia) with all his clothes on. Very gay clothes they were, from the trim blue jacket, with its embroidered cuffs and shining brass buttons, down to the smart shoes, with their well-polished steel buckles. But the poor little fellow's face was not as gay as his dress by any means.

It looked sadly pale, and as worn and tired as if he had been up all night. So indoed he had, for tough old King Frederick, who could work from i in the morning till 10 at night without Beem-ing a bit the worse, sometimes forgot that his poor little page-boy was not as strong as himself, and would often keep liim on duty till Karl fell asleep from Blmar fatiauo. iust as he appoarod to have done now. All at once a bell rang sharply in the next room. At that signal the page ought to have jumped up and gone in to receive his ordors for the day, as he had to the first thing every morning, no of in so a a enough already, he had smeared the whole front of his coat with snuff, whieh fell off in flakes whenever he moved.

His face might have been carved in stone, so cold and herd did it look; but the midst of it there gleamed an eye large and bright and piercing that it seemed to go right through every one upon whom it rested. But for this commanding glance one would most likely have taken him for a beggar, and have wondered what business such a slovenly old fellow could have in the palace at all. But in reality, this queer, shabby lit tle old man was no other than King Frederick of Prussia himself, the greatest general and statesman in the world, and famous throughout all Europe under the name of "Frederick the Great." One could see by the flash of his eye and the set of his hard old mouth, as he came striding out, that he was very angry at being kept waiting, and that a terrible scolding awaited the poor little page, who lay sleeping there so peace fully, knowing nothing at all about it. But as the King's eye fell upon the lad's unconscious face his mood seemed to change. "Hum muttered he, with the very ghost of a smile flickering over his iron face.

"How famously the young dog sleeps I I only wish I could have such nap now and them. One can see that he hasn't got to worry himself about governing five millions of men, or carrying on war against five nations at once. Ha! what's this?" A crumpled sheet of coarse paper, which seemed to have dropped from Karl's hand, was lying on the floor be side him. The King picked it up, and these were the first words that caught his eye. written in the shaky, straggling hand of very feeble old woman I thank you much, my dear child, for the money that you have so kindly sent me, which has been a great help.

Take your old mother's blessing for it, and see that you always do your best to be a worthy and faithful servant to our master, the King, whom God bless and preserve." As he read that simple message the soldier-king's grim face softened as no one had ever seen it soften before. Per haps the memory of his own mother, dead years ago, rose up in his mind once more; perhaps he was touched by the old woman's prayer for himself, or by the discovery that this had been the boy's last thought before he fell asleep. "Were all my subjects like that, he murmured, "I should be the luckiest King in Europe. And so he has been saying money from his wages (and poor enough wages they are, I am sure) to send to his mother 1 Well done, my boy thou'rt a true Prussian 1" At that moment Karl moved slightly, as if about to awake. The King jicticef it, and a new idea appeared to strike him, which must have have been a droll one, judging from the momentary twinkle that lighted up his stern eyes.

"Yes, that will be the best way," said he to himself, "and a. fine surprise it will be to him." Stepping back into the room whence he had issued (which! certainly had very little "royal luxury" about it, for it was almost as bare as a cattle-shed, with no furniture save a battered old deal table and a broken chair), Frederick hunted in the table drawer till he rummaged out a well-worn writing-case, from one of the pockets of which he took three gold coins. These he slipped into the page pocket along with the letter, taking great care not to awake him in doing so. Then he rang his bell violently and called out "Karl, eome here!" The sharp, stern voice effectually roused our hero, who started up at once, and drew back in dismay as he saw Frederick's keen eyes fixed upon him. "Pardon, your majesty, pardon stammered he.

"I was" "Never mind about that just now," interrupted the King. "Come in here and get your orders." As Karl sprang eagerly forward to obey, the money, which had been put loosely into his pocket, rolled out again, and fell ringing and chinking upon the floor. "Hello, young man?" cried Fred' erick, you ought to be a good deal richer than I am if you can afford to fling your money about like that." "Oh, sire cried the boy; imploringly, "I don't know anything about this money. I don't indeed! Somebody must have meant to ruin me by putting it into my pocket, and then saying that I had stolen it." "No," said the King, gravely, "that money is God's gift to you, to help you in assisting your mother. Write and tell hor that I know all about her, and that I'll take care of her, and you too." And KigJwlMwkkethis word.

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6th St. Louis, Mo. THE STORY of Wl ANJ man Race by the famous author, J. W. Buel.

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Historical lJub.Co.,St.Loul.Mo. Yabsley: "It is easy enough to that the old lady is the boss in the Wickwire household." Mudge: "How?" Yabsley! "They never have a hired girl that isn't as homely as a mud fence." If the boys could do all they intend to do and the men could do all they "used to do" what a brilliant world this would Inquiring "What are those waterproof gloyjs for, Mr. OTatrick?" Mr. Patrick: "Yliy, me jewell; sure, and they're for the convenience of them folks as wants to wash their hands widout wettin their skin at all at all." Beauty is often only seal-skin deep. Visitor (m Chicago): "I should think you would be dreadfully afraid of burglars in a place like this." Hostess: "Burglars! Msrcy no.

We don't mind the burglars. Its the police we are afraid of." Castor Beans Wanted. Address The MARsn Oil Company, Kansas City, Missouri. Women are curious creatures. A wife, who will insist that her husband shall not go out of the house without two undershirts a liver pad and a muffler on in addition, of course, to his other clothes will rush out of a hot kitchen on a Monday morning, bareheaded and barearmed, and paddle around half an hour hanging out clothes, trying to get ahead of the woman next door.

White Horse, the Crow chief is dead and will never be seen again, even if one meets a regiment of red headed girls. The man who kicked a collector out of his office remarked that if he couldn't foot his bills one way, he could another. "Have you the time?" said the Major to the Col. ''If you mean the time to take a drink, I hasten to reply that I have." Landladies are famous gossips; they great attention to roomers. pay When Dobbins' Electric Soap was first made in 1864 it cost 20 cents a bar.

It is precisely the same ingredients and Quality now, and doesn't cost half. Buy it of your grocer and preserve your clothes, If he hasn't it, he will get it. A correspondent writes to inquire if wn consider spiral stocking su porters injurious. Well, really, we have hai to little we would like to oblige you, but really, you know, we must lefer you to your family physician. The Dramatic Drift.

Old Gentleman (year 1919): "In my younger days I was a dramatic critic, and I have called'to beg the privilege of renewing my youth by be ing allowed to write tne criticism or one of. the performances this evening." newspaper editor: "I bee your pardon. sir, but times have changed since you were in the newspaper profession. Our critics nowadays write only th3 advance puffs; the criticisms are written by the managers of the companies." Pelf-preservation. Wealthy Old Gent What! Marrv mv dausrhter? You are be ing supported by your father." suitor: "ies sir, but my lather is Urea of supporting me, and I thought I'd better get into another family." City man (on a summer jaunt): "Are you going to have an agricultural exhibition here this year?" Farmer (sadly): "No-o; I'm afraid not.

Most of the old ladies what makes quilts is died off, and there ain't a decent race hoss in the county." Mistaken. Tompkins: "There seems to be sand on these berries, Mrs. Humpup." Mrs. Humpup (stiffly); "I think you are mistaken, Mr. Tompkins; the fruit is perfectly free from grit.

you heaped on too much sugar." Miss Autumn: "Jennie has been kind enough to invito me to join the pienio party." Miss Caustique: "I didn't know she wanted a chaperon." Wifo: "Just think, I have sat here and soen man going after man into th-tt saloon over there." Husband: "You're right; that's just what they are doing every man who enters there will assure you that he is going in after another man. Completely Assured Omaha papa: "So you are going to marry, are you, my son? I prosume the young lady you are to wed knows all about house-keeping and looking after the wants of a family?" Omaha youth: "Well, you jut bet she docs. I wish you could see a cotton batting dog she made Inst we -k, and some butterflies he painted on volvot." When money is said to be close it is really far away. This is authentic. Mr.

Edison is coino to visit Kruno's works at Esson. Ho expects to meet there some of the biggost guns in Europe. Don't blame the for complaining of thoir faro in the wilderness They wero not used to that manna of living. Thenetorwho lost ovor SICO.OOO at faro in New York will have to play a great deal bolter than thnt this winter if he expects to make good his doticit. Extra-ordinary.

Smith: "Look here, Brown, wo'll soon decii'e the matter. Let' I ask the waiter. Wnitur, are tomatoes a fruit or a vegotablor" Waiter: "Noithor, sir, tomatoes la a hox- trtt'" E. B. WALTHALL Druggists Horse Cave, say: "Hall's Cutarrh Cure euros every one thut takes it." Bold by Druggists, 75o.

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