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"Oh, Miss Fleming," said Edith, «clapping her hands, "she‘ll do for May and Arthur. That‘s just what auntie was talking about before she went to the country." _ "I could not acceps anything from youâ€"that is any money," said Katherâ€" ine ; "but I want to find something to do. If you could aid me by your «advice," and she looked appealingly at Miss Fleming‘s prim but kind face. "I am very fond of little children and «could teach them and amuse them." Edith‘s governess was favorably imâ€" pressed by Katherine‘s appearance, but ishe was a stranger, and her answer to the impulsive child was a trifle disapâ€" pointing : __©YÂ¥ou are speaking of an uncertainty, my dearâ€"something which may be deâ€" ferred for a year or two. Your aunt is very well pleased with Nora‘s care «of your cousins." Then she turned to Katherine. _ "Have you any letters of recommendation " Katherine stepped inside the wide, lofty hall and looked about her with wondering eyes. She was fresh from an inland village and had not dreamed of such grandeur and beauty. All, from the tassellated marble floor, with its changing tints, reflected from the stained glass dome which lighted it, to the graceful bronze figures looking out of their sheltering niches, all was strange and new. "Mistress will see you. Follow me." She soon found herself in the presâ€" ence of a lady (Miss Fleming, the govâ€" erness,) and of a young girl of about eight. years of age. The latter ran hastily up to her as she entered. "Have you found my locket ? Oh, I am so glad!" as Katherine held it toward her. "Nothing in the world would have made up for its loss, for poor dear Uncle Charles gave it to me, and he‘s in that horrid China, where folks turn yellow and wear pigâ€"tails." "My dear Miss Edith, how you run on," said the lady, smiling. _ "You mix things up rather strangely. It is a family jewel," she continued, addressâ€" ing Katherine, "and very valuable for associations connected with it. Miss Edith is willing to give her whole month‘s allowance of pocket money for its restoration ; aren‘t you dear ?" «Yes," said. the child ingeniously. ©You see, I don‘t want papa to know how careless his little girlfis," and she produced a tiny pocketâ€"book. _©You have made a bad exchange, my child. This great wicked city is no place for a young, unprotected girl like yourself. _ Why did you come ?" "Wait here a moment, Miss, and I‘ll tell you." No," said Katherine, "but I can write to my old pastor for one. I have only come from the country very lateâ€" ly. Katherine did not speak of the rulâ€" ing motive which had really attracted her to the city : for the disappointment she had already experienced made the subject painful. Her poemsâ€"those unstudied little of song which came inâ€" to her mind, and would be written down before she could get their ring and rhythm out of herfbrainâ€"had been. her real reason ffor leaving the green fields toward which her heart already turned with a feeling of intense longâ€" ing. She toiled up weary flights of stairs to show them to editors, half hoping at the time to be at once reâ€" ceived into the charming circle of authorship, but now she had become wholly despondent of success. For time after time she had received the courteous but unvarying answer : "We are overstocked in that line ; and even if your verses possessed uncommon merit we could not accept them." "Can I see. your mistress!" said Katherine _ "Tell her, please, that I have called in answer to an advertise ment." Tt was an imposing mansion before which she at last stopped. Couchant lions, carved in stonce, guarded the steps on either side. â€"In answer to her ring, the massive door swung back noiselessly. Kathavine wrote the name and numâ€" ber of the house carefully down in her notebook, and set out to find it. The designated street was a long way off, but it mattered little. She might as well spend the morning in that way &8 in any other. BY MARY E. MOFFAT. As a young girl, dressed in deep mourning, was walking slowly along, a sudden sparkle among the fallen leaves ‘on the sidewalk attracted her attention. Bending and brushihg them aside, she found an old fashioned locket, set around with small brilliants, one . of which, catching a stray gleam â€" of sunâ€" shine, had been the means of revealing the whereabouts of the lost locket. The next morning‘s paper containâ€" ing a notice of the loss, and an offer of a liberal reward to the finder. ©How pretty it is and how â€" sorry some one will hbe," was Katharine‘s first thought. Then : "What shall I do with it ? Surely arything so _ valuâ€" able will beadvertised for. I . will wait and see." The lady‘s words were true, she had been foolish in coming to the city, but it was done, she was too proud to turn back without trying for success in one at least, of the plans which had filled her busy brain, â€"So she answered Miss Fleming : "Only A Little Seng." Katharine wrote for the letter and received it; but her stay lengthened into weeks. Edith‘s cousins had reâ€" turned from the country, but their mamma had given up the idea of a governess for them until another year. Katharine had, however, during this time become so endeared to Edith and Miss Fleming also, (to whom the interâ€" ior working of the household was alâ€" most entirely left) that they were both loath to part with her. In addition to her poetical talent, she had also its twin gift of song. Edith had. soon found it out, and so, though Katharine‘s shyness prevented her from being willing to sing for others, she would often seat herself at the piano for Edith‘s amusement. Sometimes she would lose herself so completely that time past unheeded. Her voice was entirely untrained ; but there was a pathos born of genius in its rich musical tones. So when Mr. Murray, Edith‘s father, came home, he found an unexpected guest at the dinner table. . After the first courteous bow with which he acâ€" knowledged the introduction, he seemâ€" ed totally oblivious to Katherine‘s presence, but she found her eyes often attracted toward his face. Could that youngâ€"looking man be the owner of all this luxury and beauty, and the father of that beautifol child ? and why did he wear such an expression of settled gloom ? He could not be more than thirty for there was not a thread of silver among the luxuriant dark locks which swept back from his high, broad forehead. _ Ah ! she knewâ€"and a tide of pity _ swept through Katherine‘s heartâ€"it was the loss of the fair young wife whose portrait Edith had showed her. No wonder that his eyes only lighted up when they rested upon his child. Edith was in a mood. of gayety un usual to her, and. enlivened the other wise quiet group with her bright child ish speeches. _ After dinuer she follow: ed her father into the library. "That is right, my darling. Make the most of the flying hours of childâ€" hood. : They will never come again." And he turned to his book with a weary sigh, as Edith ran to Miss Flemâ€" ing with the joyful tidings of her father‘s consent. "Papa, may I have my cown. way about something °" He stroked her shining curls fondly. «Supposing I say ‘no‘ by way of varâ€" iety 1 What is it, my pet ? a new collar for Beppo or a prettier cage for Opal!" Once she was singing as twilight‘s pleasant dusk stole into the music room, and filled it with weird shadows. Edith loved gay, sprightly airs, and to please her those were at first selected ; but at last the ringing notes softened to a low, plaintive key, and Katharine sang a weird little song which made the sensitive child shiver. "Oh, papa, it‘s about the young lady you saw at dinner. She‘s real poor, and wants to teach. May I ask her to stay here until she finds a place!" "If Miss Fleming approves ; and if it will make my Edith any happier." "Indeed, it will, papa, ‘thou_g»h, as to that, I am as happy as a bird all the time." "Oh ! please don‘t, Katieâ€"don‘t sing like that! It makes me feel as though ~cold _ water was _ running through my veins. Do you like it, papa !" as she caught the sight of her father just entering the room. "What is it, papa ? Are you sick ? What makes you look so strange " "It seems to me that I can be as happy and as safe in one place as anâ€" other. There is special promise for the fatherless children, you know, and T have lost both father and mother." ©Will you lay _ off your bonnet and spend the day with us ?" she said kindâ€" ly. _ ‘There are many curiosities about the house and grounds which it might please you to see, and Edith will be most happy to constitute herself your entertainer." There was a perceptible tremor in the sweet voice toward the conclusion of her sentence. It went straight to Edith‘s heart. She threw her arms about Miss Fleming‘s neck, and whisâ€" pered : _ Let her stay here until she writes for her letter. Then we‘ll.get her a place somewhere, even if auntie does not want her. _ We have plenty of room even for dozens in this great, lonesome house. Do dear, darling Miss Fleming, and I‘ll love you better than ever." Miss Fleming was very fond of her motherless charge, and she was also strongly prepossessed by Katherine‘s appearance ; so she was won over withâ€" out much difficulty. 1y _ Katharine turned at Edith‘s words, and saw Mr. Murry standing beside her, pale to the very lips. «Shall I get you a glass of water T she said, after one startled look into his face. "Itâ€"is nothing," he answered, and passed abruptly from the room. Some half hour later a servant came and said that Mr. Murray requested. Miss Earle‘s presence in the library. She found him pacing the floor restlessly his usually cold, indifferent face agitated by some intense emotion. As he saw Katherine he went forward to meet her with a strange eagerness. «Pardon me," he said, "but the air you were singing this evening has arâ€" oused feelings which I have been tryâ€" "Indeed I will," said Edith, bright ing to exorcise from my mind for long and®hopeless years. It was composed for me by one I dearly loved, and I have never heard it sung by another voice until by yours toâ€"night. Under other cireumstances I should have had no questions to ask. As it is, I may find through you the clew _ to the unâ€" ravelling of what has thus far been a painful _ and inpenetrable mystery. Where and when did you learn that song " "I was a little girl atthat time, but I well remember the loud peal at the doorâ€"bell, and my father‘s consternation when, upon answering it, he found an apparently dead lady upon the threshâ€" old. She was taken in and cared for tenderly ; but She only lived a few days. During that time she was never fully conscious, and in her delirium she sang the air which has so_ moved you, over and over again. For weeks it kept ringing in my brain ; but it is years since I have thought of it, until toâ€"night." Wayne Murray groaned aloud : "Oh, my poor Ida ! dead, dead !_ and yet it was better so than to have lived to suffer, oblivious of home and kindred, and wandering among strangers. Miss Earle," he said, turning to Katherine, "that poor lady was my wife. She was thrown from a carriage a few months after Edith‘s birth, and received an injury to the brain which resulted in partial dimentia. I. could not bear the thought of placing her in an asylâ€" um, thinking home the best place for my affiicted darling. But she made her escape one dark and stormy night, and since that time I have been in complete ignorance of her fate. Where did you live when my poor Ida came to you ?" "In the central part of Pennsylvania. We had been there about a year ; but father was disappointed in the locaâ€" tion, audâ€" we moved back again to our old home in this State." "That is the reason my advertiseâ€" ments failed to be seen. _ It is strange that she could have gone so _ far withâ€" out attracting attention, for I had the best detectives in the city detailed to search for her." Yes ; Ida wore a ring which had been placed on her hand when very young by her father. _ After his death she would not consent to part with it, though it was so small as to almost cut into the flesh." It was not long before she placed it in Mr. Murray‘s hand. Then she left him alone with the memento of his dead. Within the year Wayne Murray had a snowy pinnacle of marble reared above the lonely grave of his hapless young ; wife. _ Within the heavenward pointing arch, stood an exquisitely carved female figure clinging to a cross, _ It was the work of a sculptor who had been the guest of the young couple in their first days of wedded happiness ; and from his memory of her beautiful face, aided by a painting, he cut her semblance in the lifeless marble. "I caught it from the lips of a sick lady," she said, slowly and hesitatingly, fearing to continue lest every word should wound. Katharine wisely forbore to speak of the state of the poor traveller‘s feet bleeding from the journey which. she must have taken on foot, as she had no money with her. It would have conjured up additional horrors to add to the sorrows of him who had loved her so dearly. "I have a vring which had to be cut from her finger ; it had evidently been worn upon it before she had attained her growth." "It is sn my trunk. I will get it for you." . 5 e e With a faltering voice Katherine told her story ; for if this stately gentleman, with the settled gloom on his noble face, had aught to do with it, it could but add a . deeper sorrow . to his evidently already clouded life. "Go on, for Heaven‘s sake ? Tell me where she was, and where she is now." In his deep gratitude to Katharine, as the child of his Ida‘s protectors, he made up his mind to give her the same privileges and advantages with Edith. In pursuance of his plans he sent her away to a fine sehool. The course of study would take five years to comâ€" plete. Meanwhile she would spend her vacations at what was from henceâ€" forth to be her home. But during those long years Katherâ€" ine learned to know her own heart and to feel that it was best for her future peace to cut adrift from her associaâ€" tions with the man whose melancholy face held for her such a peculiar charm, So without saying anything of her intention to him, she asked and obâ€" tained a position among the corps of teachers at the Seminary. She even denied herself the pleasure of going home after her last year of study was concluded. A storm of indignant letters came from Edith and Miss Fleming, and an appealing one from Mr. Murray. But she was fiim in her resolution. She had been teaching some six months, when, one evening, Wayne Murray‘s card was sent up to her. .. As she went into tne reception room he arose to meet her. With a long, lingering hand pressure, he stood for a moment gazing down upon her face. Then he said reproachfully : «Katherine, do you know what you have done ?" After onestartled look up in his eyes, Waterioo County Chronicle. Katherine flushed an intense burning red, and turned away in sudden conâ€" fusion. «You have taken the light out of my house, the happiness out of my life. Katherine, come home. I need you. Oh, my darling, I thought my heart was dead to love; but I find my misâ€" take. Come to me, Katharine, and be once more my sunshine. _ I have mourned my dead long and faithfully ; but it is natural that, after the winter, flowers shall bloom again " He went on growing more earnest with every word : As in a dream, Katharine listened Then she said : "If it is in my power to add even one joy to your life, take me, I am yours." Syrup of Figs. Produced from the laxative and nutritious juice of California figs, combined. with the medicinal virtues of plants known to be most benficial to the human system, acts gently on the liver kidney and . bowels, effectually cleansing the system, dispelling colds and headaches, and curing habitual constipation. Laboring Leisurcly. Among the words that have recently been added to our common speech, alâ€" though not yet granted a place in the dictionaries, _ is "hustler." â€"meaning thereby a person who contrives to imâ€" press upon everybody with whom he comes in contact the idea that he is an incarnate steam engine, a dynamo in breeches. _ Such persons fre apt to be spoken of with a certain degree of adâ€" iniration, _ People say of Mr. Pushing Striver, "He is a hustler,"â€"intending to be complimentary, and it is therefore, perhaps, rather a rash undertaking to advance anything in disparagement of so worthy an individual. Yet we must confess frankly that our admiration for Mr. Pushing Striver and his class is not unmixed with scepticism as to whether quite as satisfactory results could not be achieved with much less obtrusive bustle than characterizes the manifestâ€" wtion of his energies. Because a men or woman seems to be in a chronic state of hurry and flurry, it by no means fol lows that they are accomplishing. more in the course of their day‘s work than other men or women who move, apparâ€" ently, at much slower spsed, and certâ€" ainly with far more regularity in their orbits. The "Christian Union" tells of a great surgeon whose motto might be read "It is but lost labor that ye haste" and of whom a professional brother las said : "I know no man who accompâ€" lishes so much in a day, and yet 1 huve‘ never seen his pace hurried by a secâ€" ond. How this is arranged I do not‘ know, but I have never gone to him to seek advice, or ask active services, that I have not found him with time apparâ€" ently on histhands and ready to give atâ€". tention to me, and my affairs." It was Nelaton, the renowned surgeon of Parâ€" is, who compressed a whole library of wisdom into a& single sentence when he said with a quiet firmness that compellâ€" ed obedience on the part of the young assistant, flurried in the face of a critâ€" ical operation that required immediate attention, ‘"Now don‘t hurryâ€"we‘ve not a minute to lose." There are two sides to this matter of laboring leisurely rather than bustling, and they are both right ones. Not only will the work on band be better done, but the workers will be able to do a great deal more of it. The busy man who never hurries, and the busy man who is always bustling may be not inaptly compared to two merchants selling goods side by side on the same street, the annual turnâ€"over in each case being about the same, and the profit on the sales equal, but the one paying twelve or fifteen percent upon borrowed capital while the other pays no more than the regular bank discount. _ The hustler practically mortgages his own future for the sake of the present. The man who labors leisurely spends no mors than the proâ€" per proportion of capital wherewith nature bas endowed him. _A most deâ€" sirable accomplishment then is the art of laboring leisurely. _ It means not onâ€" ly well done work, but wellâ€"lived lives, not only peace for ourselves, but the diffusion of placidity through our enâ€" vironment. And there never was a time in this world‘s history when atâ€" tention to this art was more sorely needed. There is almost too much stress laid upon hustling. Iron Age, during the course of its reâ€" marks regarding exhibits at _ the World‘s Fair says : ,‘The mineral exâ€" hibit from Ontario, Canada, will conâ€" sist of 1600 samples of ore from all parts of the province, and five carloads of it was shipped from Toronto last week and one carload of it from Suadâ€" bury district. This latter car contains nickel alone, and there is one solid chunk of pure refined nickel which 4,â€" 609 pounds. The mineral displays alâ€" together will exceed 100 tons in weight. One of the most artistic as well as atâ€" tractive and unique displays in the Ontario court will be entirely prepared by the Indians of the reserve in the counties of Brant and Haldimand. This will consist of a monument or trophy entirely made of pieces of timâ€" ber comprising 13 varieties, and all of which have been prepared and fitted without the use of saw or other utenâ€" sils except a jackknife. Yet the timâ€" bers are squared and monlded with a perfectness that could not be excelled by the most elaborate machinery, and Ontario‘s Mincral Deposits. the pieces are polished by the hands of the Indians. _ Surmounting the timbers forming the base of the trophy will be five wooden columns elaborately decoraâ€" ted by carvings of native birds aud anâ€" imals, all being done by n jackknife, On the top of each column will be a small belfry, and above all n large belâ€" fry. The entire work is the result of six years of labor of two or three eduâ€" ated Insians. The sides of the base will be richly inlaid with various speciâ€" mens of wood. In the mineral section some delay has occurred by the necessâ€" ity of strengtbhening the floor. One specimen of rich iron ore will weigh 10 tous. In every department these exâ€" hibits of Ontario will be complete, and for their arrangement and care a force of more th«n sixty men will be continâ€" uously employed during the fair. A wagon trip of 1,100 miles in the epring of the yenr is not an overpleaâ€" sant experience, so Nir. and Mrs. Jotin McPherson say. â€" They avrived in Lonâ€" don Monday in a four wheeled canvas caravan, and had driven all the way from Wyandotte, Kansas. Their veâ€" hicle was "stained with the variation of each soil" between Kansas and Ont. The mustang pouies attached to the rig, though hardy little beast, show signs of that "tired feeling" which is not to be wondered at after a continâ€" uous trip of nine weeks‘ duration. The McPhersons formerly lived near Tilsonâ€" burg. They left for Kansas, along with thousands of other Canadians, but did not make things go, and took this unusual means toreturn to his old home, They were often delayed by storms and oftener by weilâ€"intending persons diâ€" recting them wrongly. At nights they slept in the woods,~ their mustangs tethered and their faithful dog on guard. Their worst experience on the whole trip was a cyclonic one and Ypâ€" silanti, Mich., was the sceae. It looked as if a Kansas cyclone had followed them almost to the borders of Uncle Sam‘s domains to give them a helping hand out _ Considerable damage was done to their outfit by the cyclone, but »fter repairs they continued on their way, _ Mr. McPherson intends settling somewhere in Middlesex.â€" Sentinel Review. The Toronto World with a keen eye to its own interests and its well known nose for news, continues to discuss the relations of The Mail and Empire to the Conservative party. It says : "Mr. McCarthy bedeviled The Mail and broke with the Empire and the reâ€" sult is that the Mail and McCarthy are aisposed to join forces in order to defeat the Conservatives, Meredith inâ€" cluded. But a number of Conservatives have suggested through interviews in The World that the newspaper squabble should be ended if possible, that the breach between the Riordons and the Conservatives should be healed by the Empire absorbing The Mail. My. Long and some of his friends, so a prominent Conservative said yesterday, are ready to find the money for this purpose. Mr. Long came forward and bought D‘Alâ€" ton McCarthy‘s stock in the The Emâ€" pire at fifty cents on the dollar, when that charter stockâ€"holder wanted to wind up that paper, and rather than let Mr. McCarthy cause further trouble by getting The Mail to join with him, they might buy up the Riordon stock in that paper and thus head off the member for North Simcoe. Mr. Carâ€" gill, the largest stock holder in The Empire, is also ready to make a further contribution, and in this way it is beâ€" lieved that Mr. McCarthy‘s inclination to mischief may be checked. The great body of Canservatives apâ€" prove of this idea of consolidation ; of getting one of the big _ papers out of the way and stopping a fierce rivalry which has been the cause of more political bad feeling than anything else in the country." "There is a place down South where one can hear the heart of a man six feet away beat distinctly and clearly. Each systole and disastole is as unmisâ€" takeable as the tick of a mantel clock." The speaker was a travelling man, and he was addressing a half dozen loungers in a store. Six whistles of incredulity from as many throats ansâ€" wered him. One by one they sorrowfully departâ€" ed, until the last one, who said sadly : "John, a bit of advice : Let your lies be probable." "Well if that don‘t beat all !" deâ€" clared the travelling man to the bar tender. "What ?" "Why, they won‘t believe me !" He of the bar rubbed his hair the wrong way and looked puzzled, "Tt is a fact. T‘ll swear to it, Thousâ€" ands of people who have been there are witnesses to it," he asserted. "If I had told you all that I had caught a fortyâ€"pound bass you‘d have believed it, but when I tell a true tale I‘m made out & Munchausen, or someâ€" thing worse." "Come, give it to me straight," said the bar tender. "It‘s down in the Mammoth Cave, Kentucky. Our guide stopped our parâ€" ty by the shore of the Echo river and The Party And The Pross Ey Wagon From Kansas Where Silence Reigns, made us put out our lanterns, that we were in darkness which might be felt. It was the durkest place in the world. Well, the idiot lost his matches, and there wasn‘t one to be had amongst us all. Sceared wasn‘t the word. We were three miles underground. The guide re assured us by declaring that relief must be had in i few hours at most. That didn‘t reconcile us much. We stayed there ten mortal hours before a search party sent out from the hotel resched us. Then it was as we sat in the dxrkness, we observed the hearts beatâ€"not only our own, but those of our companions. _ We thought it was all due to the thumping that came of our seare. _ It wasn‘t though. For afâ€" ter we were found and on our way out, we tried it and learned that it was posâ€" sible any where in the cave, so great is the awful silence. Depression In British Agriculture, Theâ€"late Sir James Caird of Cassenâ€" cary (who was recognized as the greatâ€" est expert in agricultural matters) made » tour through both England and Scotâ€" land to ascertain the decline in the inâ€" comé of both farmers and landowners through the fall in the value of land in recent years, and the results he brought out are rather startling. In Northâ€" umberland he found that farmers and landlords hbad Jost 40 per cent sain Yorkshire and Durbam, the landlords 40 per cent., and the farmers 50 per cent ; in Linconshire, Bedfordshire, Nottinghamshire, Leicestershire and Northamptonshire, the landlords 30 per cent., and the tenants from 20 to 60 per cent. ; in the fen districts of Norâ€" folk Suffolk, Cambridgeshire and Hunâ€" tingdonshire the landlords 40 per cent , and in some parts 33 per cent, while the tenants had no spendable incomes at allâ€"the whole earnings being re quired to meet necessary farm expenses. Great indignation isexpressedagainst *the unnatural pair, bat more especialâ€" ly against Cook, who just before leavâ€" ing, it is said, deliberately forced from his eldest son of 16 his monthly wages, with which he had just reached home, and this is the only money he seems to have with him. â€" One farm of 1000 asres 1nE;)gla.;1d that had formerly letat £750 was not now paying rates and taxes. â€" Referring to Scotland Sir James demonstrated that in Perthshire, Forfarshire and Fifeâ€" shire the landlords‘ incomes had been reduced from 50 to 60 per cent., and the tenants had lost the whole of their spendable incomes. Summing up the result of his researches he stated that of a former rental of £65,000,000 about 30 per cent., or £20,000,000, had been cut off, while 60 per cent. of the tenâ€" ants‘ incomes had been extinguished. Clinton May 23.â€"The talk of the town to day is over the elopement of Joseph Cook, fireman for W. Doherty & Co., with Mrs. Robert Stevens, wife of R. Stevens, of H. Stevens & Sons, builders and contractors. ‘They both took the late train from here on Saturâ€" day evening for Port Huron, and so far nothing has been heard of the runaway pair. Elopement of! a Fireman With a Contractâ€" or‘s Wife. _ Cook leaves a wife and six children and Mrs. Stevens leaves one, but took one with her. Aspiring Young Authorâ€"I have here a few pastels in prose which I venâ€" ture to think will create a sensation in the literary world. I have tried to throw into them the divinus afflatus of poetry, tinged with the tragic pathos of human life. Editor of "The Litarary Vortex" (glancing over the pages)â€"H‘m ! Afâ€" raid that sort of stuff won‘t go any more. _ Nothing in it in the first place and done to death. Sorry, butâ€"tell you what, though ! Suppose you let us print it in our funny column as a burâ€" leeque on the prose ‘pastel business ! It‘ll be the screamin‘est thing we‘ve had for a long time. "What‘ll you pay ?" "Three dollars." "Cash down ?" «YÂ¥ es." "Gimme the money."â€"New York Tribune. For the most stubborn Scrofulous, Skin or Scealp Diseases,Dyspepsia, Bilâ€" iousness, and kindred ailments, the «Discovery" the only remedy that‘s guaranteed. 1f it doesn‘t benefit or cure, you have your money back, Can you think of anything more convincing than the promise that is made by the proprietors of Dr. Sage‘s Catarch Remedy ? It is thus : "If we can‘t cure your Catarrh, we‘ll pay you $500 in cash." the system after "La Grippe," pneuâ€" monia, fevers and other prostrating acute diseases ; to build up needed flesh and strength, and to restore health and vigor when you feel "runâ€"down" and used up, the best thing in the world is Doctor Pierce‘s Golden Mediâ€" cal Discovery. It promotes all the bodily functions, rouses every organ inâ€" to healthful action, purifies and enrichâ€" es the blood and through it cleanses, repairs, and invigorates the entire sysâ€" tem. A CLINTON SENSATION To Brace Up A Sale. Money Invested in Advertising. No matter how hard you try to drive it into the craniums of some business men, you can‘t make them believe that millions ot dollars are invested annualâ€" ly in advertising, _ Here are a few facts and figures, that can be easily verified. For instance, there is ZZarper‘s Magaâ€" ~ine, which derives a yearly income of $350,000 from its ndvertising patrons in its twelve issues. Pear‘s Soap pays $9,000 a year for n single page in the Century. Enoch Morgan‘s Sons spend annually $300,000 to keep Sapolio beâ€" fore the public. _ As for Johnâ€" Wanaâ€" maker it has Jong been known that he pays a man $10,000 a year only â€"to write his advertisements. _ In 1888, no less than $110,000 went into newspaâ€" per advertising. Perhaps advertising does pay, after all.â€"Exchange. The Children Marketing Racket. Mrs. Growlerâ€""Now, grocer, you have charged me for things I‘ve never had. What do you mean by such items ns one hindful of raisins, one pocketâ€" ful of wImonds, two mouthfuls of brown sugarâ€"eh ?" ren with â€"them . when they doâ€" their marketin‘ has got to pay for all they gets." Grocerâ€""It means, Mrs. Growler, that ladies that will bring their childâ€" er On his regaining the shore his rival shouted out : â€""All bets off, Jim ; none of our diving in after them.‘ Two cabmen a short time ago had a fishing match for halfâ€"a sovereign and drinks. a Suddenly one of his arvies fancied he had a bite, and being over anxious had the misfortune to fall into the rivâ€" Bedford, Ind., May 15.â€"At 2.10 this morning a mob of 100 men appearâ€" ed before the jail here, forced the sherâ€" if to give up the keys and took John Terrell, who murdered Conductor 1. E. Price at Seymour, from his cell and harged him in the jail yard, Terrell begged for his life but his apâ€" peals were met with silence. . The mob lianged Terrell to a tree in the jail yard within 12 feet of the railroad track so that all persons passing on trains this morning could see the body. _ «Mental and physicial occupation are an absolute necessity if the constiâ€" tution is to be kept in healthy workâ€" ing order ; and this applies equally to both sexes. The human economy will rust out before it will wear out, and there avre more killed by idleness than by hard work. Human energy must have some outlet, _ and, if that outlet is not work of some kind, habits are acquired that are not always conducâ€" ive to long life." "Could we know that we were cerâ€" tainly making the entire character of a single individual, and that we along must bear the responsibility, how great a trust we should deem it, and how careful should. we be! Yes, in truth, we ave doing far more than that. Every one who approaches us owes something of his character to our inâ€" fluence ; and the effect does not stop there. Like a magnetic current, it passes on trom one person to another, and no human power of computation can ever measure its strength or its extent." Why is a city official like a church bell ? One steals from the people and the other peals from the steeple. Why does a sailor know thero is a man in the moon ? He has been to sea. Why is a tin can tied to a dog‘s tail like death ? It‘s bound to occur.. (§ BY SPECIAL APPOINTMENT, BOAP MAKERS wish If you Linen to be White as Snow, Soap will do Qunlight it. our An Indiana Lynehing Against The Rule ~why, ‘by enquiring what the experience is of those who already use it. Secondly, by & fair trial yourself. _You are not committed in any way to use the soaB; all we ask is: Don‘t Delay, try it the next washing day. those who use it what they think of it, then try itfor yourself. . The reâ€" sult will F]euse you, and your clothes will be washed in far less time, with Less Labour, Greater Comfort, and will be whiter than they have ever been before, when you used ordinary soap. /f Because BUNLIGHT SOAP is porfectly purg and contains no Injutiâ€" ous Chemicals to injure either your clothes or your hands. . Greatest care is exercised in its manufacture, and its quality is so upgrecin.ted by the public that it has the Largest Sale of any Soap in the World. How _~ & Can {lou test 90@ you 1 'a’yvo"_ueverntnl not the best way to deâ€" cide the matter ? First SUNLIGHT SOAP, ask T hat To HER MAJESTY TER QUEEN