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», We both saw "Look here, Fletcher, if I‘m killed Will my name be put in the papers?" ‘‘Shut up; you‘re too Kttle to his.‘"‘ **‘Cause,‘‘ he said, "I‘ve a gal who‘s % slavey, anâ€"an‘"‘â€" f Ward was fuming about a blister he bhad on his heel, and wondering why we couldn‘t form where we were, and let the Sudanese come to us. â€"â€" Little Jenkins was in a funk. "It‘s not as I‘m thirk‘ I‘ll be shot," he said, "but my knees are just as shaky as an old nag‘s. I‘m blessed if I can go much farther. Lor‘, I‘d give a week‘s pay for a ‘alf Pint. Do you feel dizzy like, Fletcher?‘ __"Ob, dry up!" I said. I was wild with the agony of marchâ€" ing, the blasts of sand that met us, the shouting, the cursing, when the gun carriages stuck. There was no talk about the glory of fighting. We didn‘t care a hang about victory or English or queen. That‘s all right to tell folks at dinnars they give us when we get home after the campaign. "I‘m not goin to be killed at all,"‘ I growled. *‘*Look out!"‘ Soon there came a sirging swish through the air. Evory man who bheard it ducked his head. We looked at each other and grimly smiled. One of the mules appeared as if it bhad gone mad, for it began jumping and shrieking, and the whip only made it worse. § We knew the great mass of the eneâ€" my was about two miles ahead. We could sco them bobbing about among the rocks. "Same time as it is at London bridge,"‘ I retorted, with an oath. _ _ Well, we didn‘t look anything like that.â€" There was no band and no flag. We were all too mad with the heat to even keep step and were scattered about like a lot of beaters at a coursing match. Most of us had our jackets open, and some of us stuck dirty red cotton handâ€" kerchiefs under the helmets to ward off the sun. Our clothes were torn and dusty and our boots were brown and hbard. None of us bad shaved for a month, and for the last three days there hadn‘t been a drop of water to wash in. ‘‘This ‘ero fightin‘s a rum un,‘‘ he added hoarsely. ‘‘Would ye rathcr be killed wi‘ a bullet or a spear, Fletcher?" Away on our right, over broken ground and burned bushwood, were about 50 of them popping at us from behind bowlders. But the shots fell ghort, although we were marching nearâ€" er them. ‘‘That bloke ain‘t much of & shot," said Ward. ‘""Ho fires too high." Then there started moro bullets whizzing. The bkrown water we had was warm. It seemed our clothing worked up our backs and stopped there. My tougue felt as though it was as big as an egg, my bead throbbingly ached as if an iron band was about it, and all the time we bad to push on over the soft sard, with the officers yelling to us to keep the square, the camels screaming as only Sudanese camels can scream, and overhead the blaze of the scorching African sun trying to. set us on fire, while away up the baked rocks we could discern the dervishes skipping about and occasionally waving the green flag of the prophct. ‘‘What time is it now at Knightsâ€" bridge?‘ asked Jenkins, his thin face twitching. *‘Open out, men, confound you! Why don‘t you open out?"‘ roared the colonel}, who was following up behind the face of the square. ‘‘You beastly little shrimp,‘‘ yelled Ward, who was on the other side; «"*d‘you want to skimp it?‘ ) The bullets began dropping among us. You‘ve seen pictures of an army goâ€" ing into battleâ€"the bands playing, the banners fluttering, tho men marching in solid lines, the officers on careering horses and with drawn swords. we ever did I never saw such excitement. Th officers rushed aboug shouting until we didn‘t know what to do. Â¥Yet we kept moving forward over the hillocks of sand, our lips cracked, our eyes burning and glaring like balls of fire, svearing mt one another, and all swearing at the powardly niggers sheltering beyond the bowlders. A hot wird rolled like a mist across the desert, and our eyes and ears and throats were filled with sand. There waen‘f a man who didn‘t curse. We scattered a bit, but not much. Everybody seemed to be in everybody elso‘s way. *‘‘What an ass to put us under fire like this!"" some one shouted a little way down the line. A bullet caughta camel in the hump. The brute tried to rear, but it couldn‘t. It‘s eyes flashed with fright as I have never seen a camel‘s eyes flash. ‘"I guess," said Jenkins, who was trembling, ‘‘it ‘ud be best to get a wipe in the arm first. Then one ‘ud be able to get inside the ambulance." ‘There‘s no use denying it; I was scared. It was a miserable sort of way playing at war. When I heard one oi the men down the line groan as hi cheek was torn up and saw another tumble with his face downward and commence biting the sand when his thigh was ripped open, it was difficuli for me to breathe. [With apologies to Bayard Taylor‘s "‘Bedâ€" ouin."] From the ranges I come to thee O»n a broncho of fractious birth, And a gale couldn‘t pace with me As his hoofs beat the sanded earth. Under thy window I stand And this the song on my lip: ©‘I love thee, my Sally Ann, With a love that will hold its grip f Till the sun grows cold And the stars are old ( And the leaves of the judgment book A SOLDIERN‘S DEATH. My broncho was hither driven C _EF the fever that burns in my breast, By the yearns of a heart so riven That it seems to spill from its nest. Then slide from your bunk, my Sal, And fiee to my arms with a bound, And my kisses the tale will tell Of a love that will stand its ground Till the sun grows cold And the stars are old And the leaves of the judgment book It was the bardest bit of marching Look from thy window and see The alkali dust on my clothes, All caught in my flight to thee From the range where the calfiet grows. Let the night winds kiss your brow And with your red tresses play As I sing you a tuneful yow Of a love that has come to stay Till the sun grows cold And the stars are old And the leaves of the judgment book unfold unfold unfold." SOWBOY SONG. Ward dguble up : He â€"Denver Post How terribly slow our advance was! It was a crawl. We were huddled toâ€" gother, first swaying this way, then that. We were tired, dirty and bedragâ€" gled. â€"Wedidn‘t seem to be taking much notice of the enemy. We were letting loose at one another with our tongues. There were the rattle of gun carriages and the click of rifles. The baggage in the center of the square was constantly getting into a hopeless muddle, and the officers were fuming. And then the amâ€" bulance men got in the way, ard all was confusion, the men dropping, wounded. The banging of the guns up the rocks was almost lost in the din. ‘‘That‘s your first taste of war," I added. ‘"It‘ll put life into you like a gill of rum. You‘ll be all right when you get up to the blacks. You won‘t have time to funk it. You‘ll have to fight like the very devil. Buck up!"‘ He laughed again, and I don‘t think he trembled quite so much. ‘‘Skirmishers, out,"‘ the order was given, and away a lot of us dashed to the front. There was an awful row among the men with the machine guns. ‘"Go on! Pull up there!"‘ And down came the thong on the mule, which would spring forward. "Hold hard, you fool! Do you want to break the square?"‘ And then the mule‘s head would be jerked. "‘Fletcher,"‘ whined little Jenkins, ‘"if I should be killed, you mightâ€" might let my gal know. She‘s aâ€"a slavey, as lives inâ€"Almighty 1‘ ly. ‘‘That‘s enough, that‘senough! Come back, a lot of you." Only a few of the men went back. The rest started off at the double quick. We were glad of a bit of elbow room and a bit of excitement. Panting and exhaunsted. we pnshed on. The sand The air was suffocating. A bot reek seemed to hang over us, and I began to feel sick. I felt like tumbling when a fellow‘s check was slit down as with a saber. A bullet crashed through his helmet and went into the man‘s shoulder beâ€" hind. Jenkins staggered as though he had been hit. ‘‘That‘s a pretty narrow equeak. It‘s & good job you‘re a little un,"‘ I said, trying to laugh. ‘‘Don‘t waste anything!‘"‘ the colonel yelled above the noise. ‘Don‘t throw anything away. Don‘t shoot till you see the whites of their eyes. Then let in to them !" ‘"Keep closer, men, keep closer. Conâ€" found you, keep closer!‘ roared the colonel. â€" I bad always thougbt a man yelled when he was ripped into with a bullet. Ho just groaned and cursed. ‘"‘Lord!‘‘ grunted Hempson, wi_h the equare chin, ‘‘hcey I been struck?" There was a great tear across his shoulâ€" der. Somebody gave a tug at his jacket, and his gray flannel shirt was redder than a parade tunic. ‘"It don‘t hurt; not a blamed bit." Then he sat down and fainted. "I do not wonder if I‘m to be hit," whined Jenkins. He was a miserable little beggar, thin legged and narrow chested. I think he came from Knightsbridge way. He had been a clerk. But he was no good at that, and his folks turned him out of doors, and then how he lived till he joined the Fiftyâ€"third I‘m blessed if I know. He hadn‘t enough food as a youngsterâ€"at least it looked like that. He and I were among the skirmishâ€" ers. I don‘t think there was much chance of us being picked up quicker than the others, but Jenkins‘ hand was so shaky he couldn‘t stick a cartridge in his rifle. When I tried to lodge a cartridge, some sand blew in, and it jamimed. That‘s the sort of thing that worries a man when fighting. How those blacks pelted us! We all began grumbling at not firing back,. "I thought he said we was to spread out a bit,"‘ grumbled Jenkins. It was slow work getting forward. We were on the sandy plain, and the black fellows up in the rocks had a pretty big target. Lots of the shots fell short and knockâ€" ed up little puffs of sand like clouds. He could hardly hold his rifle. He was trembling, his lips as white as his cheek, and his eyes shifting as though he expected to see the bullet coming. Every time there was the whistle of one he started. Jenkins said nothing. But he kept turning round to see who had been struck. And all the while the sand was blowing over us in thin clouds, blindâ€" ing us, choking us, driving us furious. ""Why the blazes can‘t we open fire?‘ one of the sergeants behind me mutterâ€" ed. ‘"This ain‘t no fun!" One of the men shouted, "Hurrah!" We thought him a dundering idiot wasting his breath. ‘"Hold up a bit,‘‘ shrieked the officer who came with us. We were about 500 paces in front of the squars, and we could hear the boarse commands, the mad clatter, the screaming camels, and away in front of us rose the yells of the fanatical Sudanâ€" ese calling on Allah to help in the slayâ€" Ing of the infidels. There was a strange stillness where we were, and the singing of the enemy and the shouting of our men and the pinging of the guns up the rocks only marked the stillness. He had caught the war fever. I had My heart stood still w been wondering if he would. I Again came a volley. ‘‘Frightened of being killed, Jenâ€" | Jenkins endeavored to s kins?"" I asked. ‘‘Bullseye,"‘ be signal "Killed be â€"â€"{" £ Then he tottered anc _~His little body was chaking with ooo dowp the reush stenen. Two of the men turned him over. He was dead. All the perspiration seemed to jump out of me, ard I shivered. I just felt as if I bad been Iknockeb as woek as a kitâ€" ten. There‘s no satisfaction being killed by a man you can‘t see. If I were going to be killed, I would like to be close up to the chap. ihrew up the hot glare of the sun into sur faces. I shut my eyes, for the pain was terrible. I could hear the bhard breathing of little Jenkins, who was not more than five paces from me. *Blown?‘ I asked. ‘Rather,‘‘ he answered. ®"I wish those beggars would come out and let us ‘ave a pop at ‘em.‘‘ I looked at him. He was sprawling on his stomach on the sand and bholding his hand over the breech. His eyes were faming and his nostrils wide with exâ€" citement. y pad been hit in the stomach. . He dropâ€" ped his rifle and looked around as if he wanted to clutch hold of something. Then a terrible grin spread over his features, and he began ruuning like a drunken man. He hadn‘t goue more than four steps when down he flopped in a heap. Jenkins did laugh, but rather strangeâ€" omm memgrmomone m arc h aamrre en on uecamnor antennaampeanmearnermat e nr romeor on ronm on ooo ioh on ioi e .. _ _ Waterloo County Chronicle, Saturjiay, December 3, The rugged, solitary heap of rock was not more than 30 yards from us when we saw a horde of the fanatics sweeping the side of the hill and comâ€" ing in our direction as swift as the wind. An oath burst from my lips. ‘"Let‘s go back, men,‘‘ I panted. "‘It‘s no good. Every one of us will be cut down if we go on.‘"‘ ‘‘Let us go on, let us go on,"‘ screamâ€" ed Jenkins in a thin, excited voice. I was about to reply when Bright, on the other side of me, was hit in the mouth with a bullet. For about three seconds he danced backward, and then, when the red stream spurted from beâ€" tween his torn lips, he hung his head and reeled forward to the ground. He gave his head a slight turn. His thin, drawn face looked as if it were tied up in a knot. His lips were as tight as the doors of hell. All the blood seemed to have been knocked out of him, for the color of his complexion was ashen. His eyes were protruding; fierce, angry, defiant, filled with hate. When a solâ€" dier gets in that state, there‘s no stopâ€" ping him. It‘s not the brave men that score a victory. It‘s the madmen. I looked behind. The outstretched skirmishers were slowly following us up, and far away in the rear was the heaving confused square. The warcries of the tumultuous throng away before us broke like a canâ€" non roar upon our ears. The force of the Moslems was almost hidden behind the rocks that studded the plain. Up the sweep of the hill, however, Yiere was a cluster, and they opened Ere on us. But we were scattered, crouching low End speeding on swiftly, so that he must have been a good marksman who picked off any one of us. ‘‘They couldn‘t hit me like that, by heavens they couldn‘t!‘ and the little fellow, with no helmet, his tunic loose and torn, his fingers clutching his gun in an iron grasp and his body shaking with the tremendous emotion that seizâ€" ed him, stood up under that maddening African sun and hissed with frothy lips defiance to the enemy. ‘"‘That was a chance shot; I‘ll swear it was a chance shot,"‘ exclaimed Jenâ€" kins, becoming furious. ‘‘Dry up and don‘t talk like a fool."‘ My eyes were filled with sand and were aching. I think those in the square must have wondered what we were doing. We scamped along as fast as weary limbs would:carry us. The arid desert breath brought with it the frenzied yelling of the Sudanese and carried it away to our men. We were nearly a mile ahead of them, and Jenkins was tearing along like a maniac. In the dash his helmet fell off. He did not stop to pick it up, but he plowed on through the sand as though life itâ€" self were at the end of the race. ‘‘Youâ€"you fool,"‘ I called to him. ‘‘You‘ll get the stroke,‘‘ for he bad only his red cotton handkerchief tied about his forehead. "Back, back,"‘ I insisted, and four of the men turned. ‘"‘Back! What‘s the good of going back now?"‘ Jenkins sereeched. ‘‘We canâ€"can get to the top of theâ€"of the tock afore the beggars getâ€"get within 100 yards of us. What‘s the good of goâ€" ing back?" j With a spring he was off beforeus. I would liked to bhave hit him in the stomach with a butt end, but he was dashing like one infuriated. ‘"‘Shall I have a pot at them?"‘ asked Jenkins, whose fingers were playing pervously with the trigger. ‘*No, you fool ; keep quiet!‘‘ I bawled. He lost all feeling of thirst and weariâ€" ness. I‘ve seen men like him before, but I‘ve never seen such a wretched Knightsbridge clerk panting to get at the throat of the enemy, who could break his weak back before he could utâ€" ter a curse. ‘"Let‘s do a rush for it before those chaps get down!‘‘ I shouted. It was the wildest thing on earth to do. But we had to follow him, and all the time the bullets whistled about us. There was no keeping pace with the idiot. Before we quite realized the awâ€" fulness of the position he had clambered to the top of the rock, waving the handâ€" kerchief be had been wearing on his head. A perfect shower of bullets whizâ€" zed about him, but he only laughed, and the rest of us crouched for an inâ€" stant in the shelter of the bowlders. Another shot came tearing the air. With his handkerchief Jenkins sigâ€" naled, ‘‘Missed to the left." My heart stood still with wonder. Again came a volley. For a moment Jenkins endeavored to steady himself. ‘‘Bullseye,"‘ bhe signaled. Then he tottered and came rolling Some of the blacks up the rocks unâ€" derstood what we were up to, and we could see them jumping and dashing down to the main body to give warning. ‘‘Missed to the right,‘‘ signaled Jenâ€" kins. It wasn‘t so easy edging forward. The sand was as soft as powder and as bhot as fire. Somehow, although I l9osâ€" ened every button I could, my clothes were oppressively tight. I swore at beâ€" ing sent on to feel the way. There isn‘t any glory about it; only the chance of beipg I:illed a little earlier. The blood in my head was beating like a pump and my tongue was as hard and as dry ms leather. The one thing in all the world I then wanted was a good gulp at a quart of beer. It was an awful sight, him standing there alonaâ€"sxposed to 100 guns. I took three of the men on each side. The chief thing was to keep low and not to offer too great a target. From the top of the rock one might see over the great bowlders that blocked the way to the enemy.. They were drawing us on, svidently, for once the main body was among the rocks it would be impossible to keep the square. However, that wasn‘t my lookout. All the skirmishers started off again, but when we got about 300 paces from the rock the majority squatted with ready rifle to cover the seven of us who went on. Once more came the yell of the bulâ€" lets. ‘‘Fletcher,‘‘ said the officer to me, "I want you to go with six men along fo that first lump of rock, get up on it aund see how the enemy are lying."‘ *Yes, sir." ‘‘And if they‘re a good way off, wait till we come up. But if you‘re within range, double back." * Yes, sir." ‘‘Take me with you, Fletcher,"‘ said Jenkins, when I was looking down the line. gerness. He was full of fight. His breathing was quick, not so much beâ€" cause of the exertion as thirst to come up with the blacks. A fow evenings ago & little St. Louis boy was busily engaged in learning his lessons. His father, one of the leading cibizens of St, Louis, had gone to the lodge. His mother was busy sewing. The little boy Jooked up and asked : ‘Mammas, what does ‘pretext‘ mean ?‘ ‘When your father has to go to the lodge three times a week, that is & preâ€" tâ€"xt to get away from his family." Auother greab discovery has been made, and that too, by a lady in this couatry. "Disease fastened its clutches upon her and for seven years she withâ€" sbood its sevoral tests, but herâ€" vital organs were undermined and death ssemed imminent. For three months sho coughed incessantly, and could notb sleep. She finally discovered a way to recovery, by purchasing of us a bottle of Dr. King‘s Now Discovery for Conâ€" sumption, asd was so much relieved on taking firet doss, that she slept all night ; and with two bottles, has been absolutely cured. Her name is Mrs. Luther Lutz‘ Thus writee W. 0. Hamnick & Co., of Shelby, N.O. Sold by all Druggists at 50 cents and $1.00. Erery bottle guaranteed, _ _ Next day, when the boy read out the definition of "pretext" to the whole school, he created a sensation. â€"New York World. The heaviest thing in the world is the metal osmium, the bluish white metal with violet luster which Mr. Smithson Tennant discovered 90 years ago in the residue from dissolyed platinum ores. This metal has & specific gravity of 22. â€" 477; that of gold being 19.265; lead, 11.367; iron, 7.79, and lithium, the lightest, only 0.594. There are a grizzly bear in a menacing attitude, a deer bounding down a slope, an enraged snake, a soaring eagle and a salmon, Upon another square are an Inâ€" dian with bow and arrow and a native mountaineer on horseback throwing his lasso. Next peeps out a Californian tent and a miner at work with his pick. These designs are surmounted by two American flags, with the poles crossed and groups of stars in the angles. The part of the ring reserved for the seal is covered by a deeply carved plate of gold, with California‘s arms, sarmountâ€" ed by the flag and inscribed ‘"Frank Pierce‘‘ in old Roman characters. This lid opens with a hinge and shows beneath a square box divided by bars of gold into nine separate compartâ€" ments, each containing a pure specimen of the varicties of ore found in the state. The inscription within reads, ‘‘Preâ€" sented to Franklin Pierce, the Fourâ€" teenth President of the United States." The ring is valued at $2,000.â€"New York Sun. The French chemist, Joly, determined that osmium is likewiss the most inâ€" fusible of metals. It could never be made to yield to the oxyhydrogen flame which makes platinum and irridium run like water, but Joly has been subâ€" jecting osmium to the exclusively high temperature of the electric arc which_ Moissan has of late employed euccessfulâ€" ly in the manufacture of diamonds. Under this fierce heat the rare metal, ruthenium, which used to be deemed all but infusible, readily melts, but osmium remains refractory, there being apparentâ€" ly only the faintest traces of fusion. On this account osmium cannot be prepared in sufficient quantities to make it very usefal in the arts, but its alloy with irâ€" ridium, which defies the‘ acids, is of some value, nothing better having been found wherewith to tip gold pens. Beâ€" ing nonmagnetic, its employment for the bearings of the mariner‘s compass has been advocated.â€"Popular Science Monthly. It was presented to him by his friends in California and has no equal in the world. It is of gold dug from a Caliâ€" fornia mine; the circular portion is cut into squares, which stand at right anâ€" gles to each other, and each is embelâ€" lished with an odd design, the entire group representing a pictorial history of California. A Shower of Hats and Shoes. Charles F. W. Mieglatz contributes **A Boy‘s Recollections of the Great Chicago Fire‘"‘ to St. Nicholas. Mr. Mieglatz says : The whole world grew bazy just as I fell fainting in our lines. The ring treasured by the descendants of Franklin Picrce, president of the United States, is interesting for several reasons. For one thing, it weighs nearâ€" ly a pound. Once, for a few minutes, I thought it was all over with mo. The flames eprang from the middle of the block, on the east side of Wells street between Washington and Randolph, to the midâ€" dle of the block between Randolph and Lake streets. Here a remarkable thing happened. At the northwest corner of Wells and Lake streets I stopped for a moment to catch my breath and to look back. At the southeast corner there was a boot anil shoe shop, which had a glass front on the rear alley, similar to that on the street front, but not so elabâ€" orate. The fire struck this alley front with a force that swept the boots and shoes through the shop and into the street in a flash. A tongue of flame shot out, rolled across the street and kindled & tar kettle and a barrel, such as pavers use, bringing with it a shower of boots and shoes. Almost at the same instant the fire threw itself against a hat faoâ€" tory, a few doors east of the boot and ghoe shop. It hit the rear of the buildâ€" ing with the same impelling force, and the ho*« few up into the air like spray. I could see the equare closing up and heard the shouting and the cursing, and all the time I knew the blacks were folâ€" lowing right at our heels. ‘"Lord!‘‘ he groaned. "I would like to ‘ave seen the fightin. There‘s a gal as Iâ€"I knows who‘s a slavey, anâ€"an if"‘â€" Hechoked and turned over on his face and died. The rest of us started running back. And we did run! But we didn‘t run as fast as the wild Sudanese danced after us. It was a chase. None of our men dared fire for fear of killing us. I jumped to him where he lay, with two bullets lodged in his breast. Y ou â€"â€" fool!‘‘ I shouted. All the animal bate bhad gone from his miserable face as he looked at me. Then the battle commenced.â€"Casâ€" sell‘s Magazine. The Heaviest Thing In the World. Discovered by a Woman. What Pretext Meant. Franklin Pierce‘s Ring. In order to clear out our large stock of BOOTS & SHOES quickly we have adopted a bicycle competition. We have one thouâ€" sand keys to the lock on the bicycle in our window and one is given away every time you purchase one Dollars‘ worth of goods. The person who is lucky enough to get the key that will open the lock gets the bicycle. There is much in ‘buying Meat There is much in selling it. You get the best when you buy from us. We have had the reputation in the past of keeping the best holiâ€" day Meats, and you‘ll enjoy your meals if youget your Meats here during the next few weeks. 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I know of several obstinate cases of the same complaint which were also cured by this remedy." J. PARMINTER, Paulette, Miss. "I was cured of la grippe by the use of Ayer‘s Cherry Pectoral." on s C. S. THOMPSON, â€" "The best remedy for la grippe that I know of is Ayer‘s Cherry Pectoral." ¢ REv. JOHN K. CHASE, This modern malady has become dreaded not more for its direct faâ€" tality than for the weakness of body and mind it leaves behind it. Prolonged debility, permanent prosâ€" tration, melancholy and suicide folâ€" low La Gripne. For this disease there is no remedy superior to Ayer‘s Cherry Pectoral. Write to our doctor. We pay him to advise you free. J. C. Ayer Co., Lowell, Mass, .{’.:.";:" T eR s hra tad t C3 (9a £2, ioh 8 ),Ces C MclLachlan Buggies H. B. Duering, Snyder‘s Drug Store, C. L. HENDERSON, BERLIN. K. SCHMITT, Pub. "Signal," West Farmington, 0. No Cure! No Pay ! AyErs A. C. 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NECKER, MEDALLIST OF TO RONTO University, Licentiate of the Col lege of Physicians, Surgeons and Aceoucheu of Ontario. PROFESSIONAL . . . CARDS Offliceâ€"New residence, Albert street, Water loo, a short distance.north of the late Dr‘ Walden‘s residence. Will visibt Elmira Dunke‘s Block, the second Thursday and Friday and fourth Thursday aniâ€" g‘;idf.y of Tzoh month (Thursday 1 p.m. to Frd y 1.p.m, ODONTUNDER. For the painless Extraction of teeth The office will be closed every Friday after» noon from May 1st to November 1st. L. D.S. Royal Collego of Dantal Surgeons. D. D.S,. Toronto University : : : : i : All branches of dentistry practised Office in Janzen‘s Block, Berlin, over Smyth Bros‘. store. Entrance between Fehrenbach‘s saddlery and Stuebing‘s grocery : ; : : : : SPECIALTY: Preservation of natural teeth including mounting artificial crowns on sound roots, and the insertion of gold bridges to supâ€" ly the place of missinz teeth without a plat 0 OFRICR: Canadiaa Block. Bsrlin. ‘Phona 6 1 LIVERY AND EXCHANGE STABLES® Gxo. SUeartr, Proprietor. All kinds of conveyances constanily on hand. Charges moderate. Stables in rear of the Com mercial Hotel. J. A. Hilliard : : DENTIST Firstâ€"class rigs and good reliable horses. Two and three seated carriages always in roadiness. All calls promptly attended to and oha.r%;as moderate, Office and Livery in rear of the Zimmerman House. Entrance on King street, nextb to Fischer‘s butcher shop. W. R. WILKINSON, Dentist. Fred G. Hughes D.D.S DENTCTILST., Office in the Oddfellow‘s Block. Waterloo, Ont. Barristers, Solicitors, Notaries, eflc. Mffce: Upstairs Economical Block, King St., West, Berlin. Homeopathic Physician, \ King St. Waterloo. Fancy Bread, Buns, Rolls, and Fancy Cakes always on hand. Sanderson‘s Bakery. Barristers, Solicitors, Notaries Conveyancers, etc. (Money to Loan) Office â€" DEVITT‘S BLOCK â€"â€"Waterloo W M. READE. S. A. HUTCHISON. (Money to loan.) Office‘ Killer‘s Block, Wateroo E. P. CiExEnxnt. AMES C. HAIGHT _â€"____. Coroner County of Waterlon Offlceâ€"At his residence on Krb street. Telephone communication, Telophone communication OLQUHOUN & McBRIDE, OWLBY & CLEMENT R, EVANS, ILLAR & SIMS. DisEasks or EYE anp EAR TREATED, Livery, Sale and Exchange Stables, H. WEBB M D., & W. L. HILLIARD . . . Licentiate of the College of Physicians Surgeons and A ccoucheurs of Ontario. [Residence and office on King Street. Opposite Woolen Mills â€" Phone 210 105 King Street West, Berlin, Ont. W. A. KUMPF, VETERINARY SURGEUN WELLS, L. D. S C. W WELLS, D. D. 8., L. R. C. P., Ireland ; M. D., C M. Trin Univ.; M. C. P. S. 0. Liicentiate of Meiical Council, Great Britain. Specialtyâ€"Diseases of Woâ€" moen and Surgery. Calls day or night promptly answered. Schweitzer‘s Bloock, Conestog 0. DR. McLEAN, L.D.S., Torouto, ‘92. D.D.S., Philadelphia, 91. } Office and Residenceâ€"John street LIVERIES. MEDICAL, LEGAL. DENTAL: DENTISTS, WATERLOO, Ont. UCKBERROUGH & CO. B Fire, Accident and Life Insurance Agents representing the best Stock and Mutual Com panies doing business in this Province. HERBERT J. BOWMAN PROVINCIAL Land Surveyor, Civi Engineer and Draughtsman, Graduate of the Ontario Sohool af Practical Science, and late assistant to the YFork T‘p Engineer on the construction of Pubâ€" ic Works, and the subâ€"aivision of lsuds in the aburbs of Toronto. Officeâ€"Court House, Berlin. _JIMON SNYDEK, 3 Iesuer 0 Mmla%g Licenses, Officeâ€"At his Drug Store, Waterloo, House and Sign Painter Teacher of Piano and Organ. = Opposite the Market square, An easy shave, a stylish halr cut, a sem cam, :iy exhilirating shampoon, L.fi:;’" and hildren s hair cut. Pupil of A.S. Vogt of the Toronto Conâ€" servatory of Musio,%at of Leipsic, Germany. Pupils prepared for all examinations in piano at the Toronto Conservatory of music. Residence , â€"â€" _ Albert St. Waterloo, Ont. Waterloo, MISS ANNA R. BEAN Geiger Vehicle Oiler Pat. ‘96. It‘s giving good satisfaction. BRESLAU CARRIAGE EMIL F. SBRAUN . . Such as Oil Painting, Paper Hangin Kalsomining, Tint ng, etc., nea ly exeonteg. Church Decorating a specialty. Address care of H. Niergarth, Waterla « â€"f A J House and Sign Painter. Works Breslau, â€" Ont. when you come to grief, this is what] you want : Kindly favor us with a call and we shall bs g}ea.sed to show you specimens and design® in onuments, Headstones eto., and quote you Aigures for any style of work either in Granite or marble. Fire olass work gaaranteed. A firstâ€"class mechanic to repair your bicycle at a low price and one who keeps all kinds of cycle sundries on hand. fim for business J. BALL, Machinist. Erb Street, * Waterioo. S Who have lefb"Public or PU I High School, shou‘d not overlook the great advantage of a Practical Course of instruction at the And Shorthand Institut Students are admitted at any time. Write or call if you are interested. Ciroculars WATERLOO Granite and Marhle Works Erb Street, opposite Market, WATERLOO Hello There! Charles N. Rockel 1 erect a fitfifig tribute of affection to the memory of the departed one. l’OHN L WIDEMAN, Issuer of Marriage Licenses, Officeâ€"Post Office, Sb Jxcobs. Ont. OEHLMAN‘S BARBER SHOP, Cheap Harness John Strebel‘s, F you have lost aloved one and desire to BUCKBERROUGEH, Guelph Business College SHAEFER BROS. MISCELLANBOUS MISTEB $ RIDMR .. Now Is Tuz Tims For DECORATOR. IH, WiA" RaxxO‘ Gro. A. BRUCE. and Papor Hanger « Ontario J. Sharp, Toxg fiimfi'@ fufl fov NP