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/ And overpersuaded by the eloquence of Miss Falcon, Mrs. Petherly bought the bonnet, paid for it, packed the bandbox safely into the mudsplashed wagon, beside the basket that had held her eggs, and the stone pot that had come down closely packed with butter. Miss Petherly looked at it with a puzzled air. She could not remember seeing any other hats like it in Sleepy Glen. â€" Nor was it at all like the style they wore in Tron Creek, the next vilâ€" lage, where her sister was the Baptist minister‘s wife. But ib was certainly very brilliant colored, and the velvet seemed to be a very good quality ; and, of course, if this imposing young woâ€" manedeclared it to be the fashion, that settled the matter, "The most becoming thing I _ ever saw in my life," said Miss: Falcon, ecâ€" statically clasping her hands. ‘"Look, Fanny ! Look Cecilia !"‘ (to the other girls). Did you ever see anything like it in your lives !" "And now," said she, "p‘raps you can recommend me to a place where I can get a cracker and a cup o‘ tea, without paying their weight in gold. I broucht Miss Falcon looked sharply. at her, to detect any hidden satire, but the old lady was evidently speaking in all good faith. _ ©WelP Tll tell you why," said Miss Falcon, confidentially. _‘ Of course you won‘t repeat it , but we can‘t sell it beâ€" cause Mrs. Stratchel Fordington wears one like it, and she don‘t like her friends to pattern after her. But ot course if you take it out in the country, that‘s quite a different matter. _ Under those cireumstances, I think Miss Aigâ€" rette would be willing to sell it for eight dollars." "It makes me look awful queer,"said she. "Them nodding top knots and the fiery red dahlias. Do you think" "Never !" said Miss Harrison, truthâ€" fully enough, as she turned away her face to conceal a titter. Fanny Frost,however,was silent. "«Better take it at once," said Miss Falcon. "©You won‘t secure such a barâ€" gain every day in the year." «Allow me to try it on," said the Head Young Lady ; and Mrs. Petherâ€" ly could but comply. _«Marked down from fifteen!" imâ€" pressively added Miss Falcon. "By all odds the most stylish hat in the place." "How much is it * said Mrs. Petherâ€" ly, her uncultivated eyes resting lovâ€" ingly on the scarlet dahlias aud the bows of yellow ribbon. "‘Ten dollars." "©Ain‘t that an awful price!" said Mrs. Petherly, her jaws dropping apart. 4 "It seems odd none of the rich New York ladies haint bought it afore,"said Mrs. Petherly. "It‘s a great bargain," said Miss Falcon, "I recommend it most decidâ€" edly. _ "Oh, they are wearing velvet tl:ar into August now," â€" declared Miss Falâ€" <con. Not at all," said the. Head Young Lady, "I sell jest these colors to clergyâ€" men‘s wives, I assure you, every day in the week." "Fashion is a strange thing," said Mrs. Petherly, contemplatiog the marâ€" con bonnet with an uncertain clance. "La !? said Mrs Petherly. "Aint that pretty hotâ€"looking for this time o‘ year 1‘ _ _ She reached down a bandbox from one of the shelves behind her, and took out a most astounding bonnet, all aâ€" bristle with yellow ribbon, searlet dahâ€" liss and jet wheat ears. And pretty gayâ€"colored, too? hesi tated the old lady. "I‘ve got something that will suib the lady exactly," said Miss Falcon, starting from her seat. _ "Rich and yet tasteful. _ Deep maroon, trimmed with dwarf dahlias, and knots of lemon: colâ€" ored tivbon. . Allow me to show it to you "Well, I don‘t jest know,‘, said Mrs. Petherly. . "Tastes differ out our way. Mis‘ Deacon Powell, she‘s got a black straw, with red poppies on it, and Car‘â€" line Felter wears a black shirred silk, with cock‘s feathers. But_ I‘m an old woman and I don‘t want anything so showy." Miss Harrison just glanced up from the rolls of mbbon that she was labelâ€" ing and took no more notice of this unâ€" usual variety of sustomer. â€" But Fanny Frost, who had been a country girl not so long ago herself, came forward with an interested face. 4 *What sort of bonnet did you want!? asked she. «Young ladies," said old Mrs. Pethâ€" erly, "can you tell me of a nice, cheap store where I can buy a bonnet at a reasonable price? I‘ve come in from the country this morning, and I‘ve driven around. considerable, and the prices are so high that Ti most disâ€" couraced !" The old horse, hitched to a mudâ€" splashed wagon, stood in front of Miss Aigrette‘s "Fashionable Millinery," his head hanging down, his mane dropping to correâ€"pond. Miss Petherley, leanâ€" ing her elbows on the counter, looked tired, and out of spirits. Miss Falcon, the Head Young Lady, gigzcled audibâ€" ly, and whispered something about "the style of hat that Mrs. Noah must have worn when she came out of the Ark." The Head Young Lady. 1 BY AMY RANDOLPH "I wish the old bonnet had been in Jericho before Iâ€"tried to get it off my Miss Falcon did not enjoy her visit atZall. Mrs. Petherly did not appear again. Ann Amelia was silent and constrained, and there was an indisâ€" cernable change in Elihu Ulrick‘s manâ€" ner. And with gentle dignity she with drew, leaving her daughter, Ann A melia, to enact the part of hostess. «©You are welcome, Miss," she said, "for Elibhu‘s sake. Walk in. You may be very sure that, while you are here, no one will attempt to play off any practical jokes on you." "I don‘t see any very great joke in deceiving a poor old countrywoman," he said. "That would have been quite a differâ€" ent matter," said Miss Falcon, tossing her head, and speaking with proper decision, It was dark when they reached the old farm. The windows shone pleasâ€" antly with welcome lights, fire flies glared through the purple air, and there hung a scent of roses over everything. Ulick jumped from the wagon, and assisted Miss Falcon to descend. "Here she is,mother!" said he. And, to her ineffable dismay the Head Young Lady found herself face to face with the very old woman to whom she had sold the Widow Bedott bonnet. Astonishment was no name for her mental sensation. So J ulia Falcon went down into the country with Elihu Ulrick, who took her straight to the pretty, old, mapleâ€" rhaded farmâ€"house where his mother livedâ€"the kindly old mother, whose second husband had been the same as a father to him all these years _ And on the way Miss Falcon told him the joke about the antediluvian old ‘Reâ€" mains‘ who had bought the hideous Widow Bedott bonnet, believing it to be a triumph of the milliner‘s art, and of how she had sent her to the billiard saloon to get a cup of tea. Mr.UlIrick did not seem to regard it quite as she did, however. A curious expression flitted across the mild, old face as she recognized her visitor. "Oh, but you can‘t imagine how in tensely funny it was," said Julia gig cling. _ "Suppose it had been my mother ? Or your own!?" observed he. "Didn‘t you know ?" said Miss Harâ€" rison. . "She‘s engaged to Mr. Ulrick, the foreman of the Vulcan Zine Works, and he‘s to take her down to spend Sunday with his people. She‘s got the prettiest lawn dress you ever saw, and a black lace scarf fit for Miss Aigrette herself to wear." "Is that what it means ?" said Fanny Frost, who was trimming a white chip hat with half blown rosebuds. The next day was Saturday, and the Head Young Lady left the store early. Miss Harrison sighed. ed "It must be I didn‘t understand what the young woman said," thought she. "I‘m gettin‘ dreadful hard of hearin‘ in my old age. It‘s true what Elibhu says, I hadn‘t ought to come to the city without Ann Amelia somes with me. And I won‘t agin?‘ Mrs. Petherly was considerably aâ€" mazed when the clerk behind the counâ€" ter of the georgeous restaurant explainâ€" ed to her, respectfully enough, that this was an establishment patronized exclusively by gentlemen. _ One or two men, drinking beer at. marbleâ€"topped tables, and a stout, elderly person smoking a cigar over a newspaper, looked curiously at her, but made no comment as she shuffled hurriedly out. Nonsence ; it‘s teo late now; and if it were not, I wouldn‘t have you medâ€" dling," said Miss Falcon, angrily. . "If people will be such fools, it‘s their own fault, not ours." "How could you impose on the old lady so ?" said Fanny, with reproachful accents. "I‘d run after herand tell her ifâ€"" "Why, Julia Falcon," cried Fanny Frost "you‘re not going to send her to that billiard saloon ?" Miss Falcon burst out laughing. "It‘s the best joke I ever knew,"said she. "But, of course she won‘t be fool enousli to #o in." @«And you‘ve sold her that dreadful bonnet that Miss Aigrette made up for Clara Coulette to wear to the masquerâ€" ade ball as ‘Widow Bedott,‘ only old Judge Coulette died on that very day, and the thing was left on our hands !" said Fanny. down a basket of cheese and some crulâ€" lers, and a turnover apple pie, but some little imp of evil stole it out of the end of the wagon when I was barâ€" caining off my ducks‘ eaas at Jagger‘s grocery store !" 4 w§"Just round the first corner," said Miss Falcon, smoothly, "with â€"stained glass, windows and statues on each side of the door, where it says "Oysters and Refreshments‘ on the sign overhead. "Much obliged to yoJ, I am sure," said Mrs. Petherly, shaking the dir colored leather reins over the hollow back of the old horse and chirruping to start him up.. Dobbin placidly _ reâ€" sponded with a sedate trot. "I wish I had a beau," she murmur 3 The Ontario press bureau special from the World‘s Fair, Chicago, says: â€"The three Ontario Shorthorn cowsâ€" Waterloo Daisy, owned by F. Martinâ€" dale, of New York; Fair Maid of Hullet, by Wm. Grainger, of Londesâ€" borough ; and Lady Bright, by H. Wright, of Gaelphâ€"which have been in the three dairy tests, were shipped home last week, with two calves. The cows have all made exceptionally good records for Shorthorns, sometimes runâ€" ning as high as 50 Ibs. of milk daily. Lady Bright, who is nearly eighteen years old, must possess extraordinary powers, as she has rarely, in the whole five months, given below 30 lbs. daily, and has several times been in the 40‘s. Martha‘s Sad Experience. The worst moment I ever lived throughâ€"this from Matron Marthaâ€" was once when I went into church with my first set of teeth, whereofâ€"like the lady in Bunner‘s storyâ€"I hadde not yette gottn the righte pitch and adâ€" justment. â€" They weren‘t in very firmâ€" ly, and I sneezed them out into the aisle. And the senior warden picked them up and handed them back. He never ! He did. And that wasn‘t much worse than the time my brother shot an owl, and gave me the claw . for my hat. I wouldn‘t give him time to cure it properly, and I put it on my new hat, and wore it to church. And a colony of ants that had taken up lodgâ€" ment in it were awakend up by the heat, and came marching in a shameâ€" less, everlasting, ticklesome procession, down and down, over my nose all serâ€" vice time. _ The rector‘s wife told someâ€" body next day that it was a pity I was developing St. Vitus‘ dance. Fifty cents worth uy stamps come the other day, but I got a hold uy them, ‘an he kant git his paws on ‘em. I‘m goin‘ to start up ag‘in, you ole hossâ€"fly, _ T‘ll show you that you kan‘t run this here community. I‘ve been living here too long to be put out by a man that I never seed. I don‘t like to declare war with a stranger, but then you oughtenter try to run my business. I voted for you an‘ kep‘ a man from votin‘ fur that other fellow, but if it was to do over ag‘in, I would floor you, without end. _ ‘Wall, I have said about all I‘m going to say. I wanted to be ‘dentified with this ‘ministration, an‘ have showed you that I ken pull when the collar fits, but I kick when,. they put hames on me without a collar. Say, of you air so keen to help the other feller, jes‘ ‘stablish two offices here an‘. let me have one uy them. We‘d whoop. up business, let me tell you. When he‘d have a letter to send off T‘d skirâ€" mish round an‘ git one, too, an‘ don‘t you forget it. I hate to give up the fight, for I am a mighty hard man to down. . This thing is shapin‘ down to a p‘iut, Mr. President, an‘ let me say this : Mebby I kan‘t run a post office here as cheap as you can, but I ken make one siz jest as Joud. _ The post office business is jes‘ into my line, an‘ T am still on deck."â€"Arkansaw Travâ€" eller. "I am still here. _ When aman tries to put me outen my house, he soon finds that he‘s got a steer on han‘s. That fellow that you ‘p‘inted in my place come over with a nigger constable an‘ took the letters an‘ mailâ€"bag, but I ain t been put outen the house yet. Wife, she ‘lows that I‘m a good un, an‘ I reckon I am. I don‘t believe you was ‘lected,nohow, an‘ they tell me that you can lie about a fish jes‘ like » jedge. President ! Wy, I wouldn‘t give three hurrahs in the new ground for all sich Presidents as you air. If I couldn‘t skeer up a better President than you, I‘d ax somebody to hold my coat while I ran agin a beech tree. TI‘ve still got the buige on you, old hossfly. The new postmaster here hain‘t got no place to keep the letters, an‘ he wants my box, but he kaint get it. the Head Young Lady. But the truth was that Elihu Ulrick had changed his mind. "No woman can be wife of mine, ‘he had said, frankly, _ "who would insult and deceive my grayâ€"haired mother!" And he had decided wisely. The Head Young Lady remains the Head Young Lady, and since that memorable morning when she tricked old Mrs. Petherly she never tried to palm off a passe bonnet on a rural cusâ€" tomer, Indeed, whisper some, the Head Young Lady gives gratifying evidence of forsaking most of the ways of foolish virgins. The postmaster of Spruce Creek, who recently addressed a letter to the Presiâ€" dent giving his reason for not vacating his office, has sent the following to the chief executive : She was to have remained until Tuesday, but she changed her mind and returned to town on Monday, inâ€" stead. 3 «What has become of your engageâ€" ment ring "" asked Miss Harrison, when the Head Young Lady resumed Monâ€" day morning her place behind the counter at Miss Aigrette‘s. "It‘s gone," said Miss Falcon, sharpâ€" ly. _ @I‘ve broken my engagement." "Goodness me ! What for 1" "Oh, I‘ve changed my mind," said the Head Youns L hands !" though tears, that night what a guy it isâ€" pretby position." thought she, bursting into Still On Deck, "They‘ve told her ind it puts me in a Waterloo County Chrcnicle It is pleasing to learn, says the Guelph Mercury, that every available room in the Agricultural College is apâ€" plied for, most of them are already ocâ€" cupied, and it is now certain that a number of applicants for admission to the regular course will have to be reâ€" fused. For the special dairy course 115 applicants have been accepted and over 20 refused. â€"All this goes to show that the college is increasing in popuâ€" larity. The equipment of the College has been vastly" improved within the last few years, and there is no. doubt that every department of the instituâ€" tion is well manned at the present time. During the past month President Mills has been repairing and painting the dormitories and class rooms, and everyâ€" thing now looks exceptionally clean bricht and cheerful. When younger and fresher houses in your line cease starting up and usâ€" ing the newspapers in telling the peoâ€" ple how much better they can do for them than you can. When you would rather have your own way and fail than take advice and win. ? When nobody else thinks it pays to advertise. When men stop making fortunes right in your sight solely. through the discreet use of the mighty agent. When you can forget the words of the shrewdest and most successful business men concerning the main cause of their prosperity. When every man has become so thoroughly a creature of habit that he will certainly buy this year where he bought last year. When the population ceases to mulâ€" tiply and the generations that crowd on after you, and never heard of you, stop coming on. When you have convinced everyâ€" body whose life will touch yours that you have better goods and lower prices than they can ever get anywhere else. When you perceive it to be the rule that men who never advertise are outâ€" stripping their neighbors in the same line of business. When to stop Advertising. An English trade journal once reâ€" quested a number of its largest adverâ€" tisers to give their opinions concernâ€" ing the best time to stop advertising, and the following replies were receivâ€" The farmers have, being the more numerous class of the comunity, given more of these mortgages than any othâ€" er, their share amounting to over $3,â€" 100,000. Lumbermen have given nearâ€" ly $1,300,000 ; manufacturers over $850,000 ; merchants almost the same; printers and publishers $205,000 ; and builders and contractors $125,000. This statement then shows that the aggregate of chattel mortgages regisâ€" tered in 1889 was $7,419,908 and $10,â€" 035,477 in ‘92â€"an increase of over two and a half millions in three years. , INCREASE IN THE NORTH The great increase was in the northâ€" ern districts where the aggregate has swollen from $377,372 to $1,112,690. In the East Midland Counties there was actually a decrease from $679,519 to $607,160. _ In the West Midland Counties the increase was a moderate one,from $1,095,364 to $1,171,407 but in the Georgian Bay District there was a jump from $569,414 to $936,409 and in the Lake Erie District from $696,â€" 471 to $1,182,123. Reports are given from 76 loan comâ€" panies doing business in the . province These had $109,251,079 out in loans on December 31, all but a little over seven millicns being in the form of mortgages n real estate. The amounat of loans outstanding in 1887, due the companies then reportâ€" ing, is given at $79,035,804. This does not mean, however, that the mortgage indebtedness of tue provâ€" ince has increased by thirty and a quarter nullion dollars in five years, beâ€" cause a number of the companies reâ€" porting in ‘92 did not send in any reâ€" turns in ‘87. A fairer idea of how rapidly the inâ€" debtedness of our people to the Joan corporations is increasing may be obâ€" tained by taking the figures given by 54 companies in ‘87 and by these same companies last year. _ According to this statement, the 54 companies had $78,â€" 987,584 out at interest in ‘87 as against $94,618,885 at the end of ‘92. TWENTY MILLIONS IN FIVE YEARS. It would, perhaps, be a fair estimate to say that the amount due from the people of this proviace to all the loan companies has increased by twenty milâ€" lions in five years. Even this is enough. It is about twentyâ€"eight per cent. The figures relating to this form of indebtedness may also be considered more accurate than those returned by the loan companies, as the statements concerning chattel mortgages are taken from the public registry offices. The Indebtedness in Ontario at ths Ead of 1892 was $109,251,079. The Burcau of Industries has issued a report dealing with mortgage indebtâ€" edness in Ontario at the end of last year. Another chapter is devoted to chatâ€" tel mortgages, which is but little more encouracing. I AIL Batseven Millions: Are in the Form of Mortzazes on Keal Estate. Mongy Ownsd On Mortgagcs, er"â€"Angus more cheerfu) than he had been for months, and John, with his gun poised on his broad shoulder, and is brother‘s bundle in his hand, careâ€" less, merry, and swaggering as usual. Sandy saw them as they passed his bothy. _ Alas! he never saw either of them acain alive. â€" The following mornâ€" ‘ his hearers hly the language in which it was coughed, being translated into the "other tongue," as Sandy called it, lout of the metaphorical dialect of Osâ€" sian; but the substance of his story was lmelnncholy enough. It appears that | when Sandy was a "bit laddie," as he (called it, there were two brothers of Ithe vame of Connel living in the Glen; stout active hillâ€"men were they both, and employed in looking after the game, dt-sh‘oying the vermine, and keeping down the rabbits. Johnâ€" or "Dark dohn," as they called himâ€"the eldest, was a wild, headstrong, good humored fellow, with but little of the proverbial caution of his nation, and a tendency to fun and frolic, of which | even an Trishman need not be ashamâ€" [ed. There was not his equal in the \ Strath at putting the stone, tossing the ; Seaber," dancing the Highland fling, and all other accomplishments of a mountaineer; whilst Angus, the youngâ€" er one, was of a more reflective turn of mind, and delighted in passing his hours alone upon the hill, or wanderâ€" ing by the loch, He was supposed to know most concerning the habits of deer, to be the wariest stalker, and the best fisherman of all the inhabitants of the Strath; and a goodâ€"looking, quiet lad he was, with a degree of determinâ€" ation and pluck concealed beneath his mild exterior that a stranger would hardly have given him credit for. In fact, Sandy, who knew them both, was of opinion that where "heart," as he called it, was wantedâ€"signifying courâ€" ageâ€"Angus was more to be depended on thanhis boisterous brother. The fair sex were not so very plentiful in the glen, and most of the specimens were somewhat _ tough, smokeâ€"dried, and stricken in years; but Agnes, the daughâ€" ter of old Peter Cameron, the publican needed not such foils as the ancient cromes about her to be reckoned the flower of the whole countryâ€"side. At kirk and market, Agnes was the acâ€" knowledged beauty,and as good as she was bonny. Many a lad, both up and down glen, was sighing for Agnes; but she never ns much as looked over ber shoulder at one of them; and although a lassie that knew her most intimately affirmed, as she told Sandy that Dark John Connell was the fortunate suitor, it was certain that no one had ever ‘seen her bestow the slightest mark of favour on the jovial forester, nor had that worthy himself been ever heard to boast that Agnes would come to his _whistie, as he called itâ€"a note which, by his own account, caused half the lasses in broad Scotland to come troopâ€" ing over moss and heather in his wake, Nevertheless, Dark John was the man; and in vain did the gentle Angus, whose heart had been long given to this mountain daisy, woo and strive to win her in his bomely way. _ Who can explain the wayward causes of a woâ€" man‘s fancy? John, who was not much given to the softer emotions, likâ€" ed the lass well enough, as he himself said, and it is certain that he respected her more than the rest of her sex; but as for the sort of passionate love which she conceived for him, and which poor Augus suffered for her, he had it not to give. Things went on this way, some what after the fashion of Stone‘s popuâ€" lar picture of "Cross Purposes," till poor Angus, wearied with his unsucâ€" cessful suit, heartâ€"sick and desolate, deâ€" terminrd to "take the shilling," and strive to forget his love and his native glens in the columns of a Highlander regiment, then quartered in a towr some thirty miles over the hills from his abode. It was during the heat of the war; and there was no fear of a stalwart, cleanâ€"limbedZyouth like poor Angus being refused. Everything was settled for his departure; and one fine morning in October, the embryo soldier started of on his career, accompanied by his brother to see him over the first few miles of his journey. They were the best of friends, those two; not even the affection borne by the one for her who loved the other, had been able to sow dissension between the brothers; and often had the elder, in his rough, good humored way, endeavored to disâ€" suade Angus from his purpose of enlistâ€" ing. ‘They started, accordingly, like true Highlanders, "shoulder to shouldâ€" thing to an armchair, so we lit our ciâ€" gars, and steamed away merrily, beguilâ€" ing the distance with many a pleasant jest and oftâ€"told tale "Â¥e will see where there is a grey rock above you knowe, wast of the birchesâ€"no ye will not see the grey rock, but ye will see a bare place in the heather, _ Awel)," began Sindy, be tween the puffs of the shortest and blackest of cuttyâ€"pipes, which seemed to grow to his teeth; and forthwith he related to us a plaintive tale, which, tragical as was its terwinations, was some what spoiled in the sentiment to Six mouttain miles had we to trudge home in the daik, and no pony to ride this time; but, after such a day‘s sport, who would feel beat! And then the relief of getting upon & road, no matter what sort of a one, after moiling all day up and down hill, working back, shoulders, loins, and lungs, is the next thine Park John of th Glen. Mas. Wixsrow‘s SootHtNc SyRUP has been used by millions of mothers for their children when teething. If disturbed at night and broken of your rest by a sick child suffering and erying with pain of Cutting Teeth send at once and get a bottle of "Mirs. Winslow‘s Soothing Syrup" for children teething. It will relieve the poor little sufferer immediâ€" ately. Depend upon it, mothers, there is no mistake about it. It cures Diarhoea, reguâ€" lates the stomach and bowels, cures Wind Colic, softens the gums and reduces inflamâ€" mation, and gives tone and energy to the whole system. "Mrs. Winslow‘s Soothing Syrup" for children teething is pleasant to the taste and is the prescription of one of the oldest and best female physicians and nurses in the United States. Price twentyâ€"five cents a bottle. Sold by all druagists throughout the World. Be sure and ask for Mas. Wixsrow‘s Soorninc Synur. â€" 23â€"ly "Hello Bingely, how did the doctor succeed in breaking up your fever?" "Oh, easy enough ; he presented his bill and I bad a chill in 15 minutes‘" â€"Chicago Inter Ocean, Ere the story was concluded, we were long past the spot that Sandy had first pointed out to us; and before we had doune discussing the details of the tragedy, the lightsâ€"were twinkling in the Jodge in front of us; ond thus endâ€" ed my first day‘s sport in the Highâ€" lands of Scotland. It covers a good deal of groundâ€" Dr. Pierce‘s Golden Medical Discovery. And when you hear that it cures so many diseases, perhaps you think "it‘s too good to be true." | JBut it‘s only reasonable, As albloodâ€" cleanser, fleshâ€"builder, and strength reâ€" storer, nothing like the ‘"Discovery" is known to medical science. The disâ€" eases that it cures come from a torpid liver, or from impurg blood. For everyâ€" thing of this nature, it is the only guaranteed remedy. In Dyspepsia, Billiousness ; all Bronchial, Throat and Lungfaffections ; every form of Scrofula, even Consumption (or Lung scrofula) in its earlier stages, and in the most stubborn Skin and Scalp Diseasesâ€" if it ever fails to benefit or cure, you have your money back. Chronic Nasal Catarrh positively cured by Dr, Sage‘s Remedy. 50 cents; by druggists. ing he went through the knool of birches he had pointed out to me, to look at his traps; and his attention was avrested by some hoodieâ€"crows circling and wheeling in the air over an object in the heather some distance ahead of him. _ He walked on, thinking it might be a dead sheep, or some stricken stag who had staggered there from the forâ€" est with his deathâ€"wound. Irmagine how his blood curdled when he came upon the body of Dark John lying stif and stark, with his gun by his side ! The whole charge had passed through his broad chest, in a wound you might have put your hand in, and he had been dead several hours. Sandy carried him on his back to his father‘s house; and as an overâ€"ruling Providence willed it, the first person he mrt. was Agnes Cameron, as he toiled down the path with his ghastly burden. Often has he prayed that never again might he hear with such a scream as burst from that poor girls‘ throat. _ It was too muc‘h for a woman to bear; and when at length Sandy succeeded in getting some assisâ€" tance, they carried her home a raving maniac. . With the wildest gestures, she denounced Angus as the murderer of his brotherâ€""her John, Dark John the loved of her heart." Sbhe would share his graveâ€"was he not her own! And then, with burst of fearfui laughâ€" ter, she spoke of him as still alive, merâ€" ry, and dancing at their wedding; and called to her father, and the minister, and her neighbors to see how happy she was. Happy, poor girl! Before another autumn shed its leaves, she was at rest in her grave; and many an eye was wet, and many a cheek pale, amongst the kindâ€"hearted mountaineers who bore her to her last home. Many were the different opinions in the glen as to the cause of poor John Connell‘s death; but he who could alone have cleared it up was drowned some two months afterwards, in embarking for foreign service; and the simple and priâ€" milive inhabitants of the glen had no means of knowing whether Angus had ever been made aware of his brother‘s fate, and sank into the Ocean stained with a brother‘s blood.. I must say for Sandy that he put the more charitable construction upon the facts, and seemâ€" ed to look upon the catastrophe as an accident that must have happened after the brothers had parted, as it proved for ever. They won‘t smoke any other while they can get,Orp CHUM even if they have to beg or borrow it, for there is no other tobacco which assures that cool, mild, sweet smoke. 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At no time. in life do children need judicious fatherâ€" ing and mothering â€" more than‘ when they stand on the threshold of manâ€" hood and womanhood, when they are taking upon themselves the responsiâ€" bilities of adult life. If at this time the father and mother can be to them as an Relder brother or sister, and as parents too, the happiness of all conâ€" cerned is as efficiently secured as it is possible to be.â€"Christian Advocate. Cobbleâ€"Don‘t you like the laundryâ€" man recommended to you ? Stoneâ€"No. Cobbleâ€"What‘s the trouble ? Stoneâ€"He‘s just my size.â€"Life. Drawing out her methods of training her children from the beginning, they were found to be on this wise. During their infancy she kepié up to a limited extent her habits of reading formed previous to marriage. She had books in her nursery, in her kitchen, to pick up and refresh herself withal when a moment‘s leisure permitted. _ When the children went to school, she looked over their lessons with them, helped thom over hard places, and thus reâ€" viewe l the studies of her own youth and kept fresh in them. . When they went away to college she took up lines of reading tha‘s should keep her in inâ€" tellectual sympathy with them. We ought not to look back unless it is to derive usetul lessons from past erâ€" rors, and for the purpose of profiting by dearâ€"bought experience. s "It is very mortifying," said a lady well along in life, "to have your childâ€" ren outgrow you in intellectual attainâ€" ment. _ I can‘t consent that it should be s) in my case, and that is why 1 am taking this course of lectures in Engâ€" lish literature. _ When my sons and daughters come home from college and talk of Homer and the great. 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