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"I'm not; goiu to be killed at all," I growled. "Lock out!” Ward was fuming about a blister he had on his heel, and wondering why we couldn’t form where we were, and lat the Sudanese home to us. Little Jenkins was in a funk. "It'e not as I'm think' 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?" "Oh, dry up!” I said. I was wild with the agony of march- ing, the blasts of sand that met us, the shouting, the cursing, when the gun carriages stuck. One cf the mules appeared as if it had gone mad, for it began jumping and shrieking, and the whip only made it worse. . Soon there came a singing swish through the air. livery man who heard it ducked his head. We looked at each other and grimly smiled. “This 'ero fightin's a rum on,” he added boarsoly. “Would ye rather be killed wi' a bullet urn spear, Fletcher?” We knew the great mass of the ene- my was about two miles ahead. We could see them bobbing about among the rocks. Away on our right, over broken ground and burned busbwood, were about tit) of them popping at us from behind bowlders; But the shots fell short, although we were marching near- ar them. 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 dinners they give us when we get home after the campaign. "That bloke pin't much of a shot," said Ward. “He fires too high." "Look Here. Fletcher, it I'm killed will my Quins be put in the papers:"' 11uystt up; you’re too ittle to hit. tt a Can”, Ft he said, 'U'Te I gal who’s q'ifle,y.l 'yt-ate-- Well, we didn't look anything like that. 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 heaters at a coursing match. Most of us had our jackets open, and some of us stuck dirty red cotton hand- kerchiefa under the helmets to ward " tho sun. Our clothes were torn and dusty and our boots were brown and hard. None of us had shaved for a month, and for the last three days there hadn't been a drop of water to wash in. The brown water we had was warm. It seemed our clothing worked up our backs and stopped there. My tongue felt as though it was as big as an egg, my head throbbingly ached as it an iron band was about it, and all the time we had to push on over the soft sand, 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 tlag of the prophet. Then there started more bullets whining. “"Same time as it is at London bridge.” I Itetorty), with Y? ioath. You’ve Seen pictures of an army go- ing into battle-the bands playing, the banners fluttering, tho men marching in solid lines, the officers on careering horses and with drawn swords. "Open out, men, confound you! Why don't you open out?" roared the colonel, who was following up behind the face of the square. It was the hardest hit of marching We ever did. . A hot wind rolled like a mist across the desert, and our eyes and ears and throats were filled with sand. There wasn’t a rum who didn't curse. "What time is it now at Knights- teidgs:htasern Jenkins, his thin face twitching We scattered a bit, but not much. Everybody seemed to be in everybody else’s way. A bullet categhtatsttrnel in the hump. The brute tried to rear, but it couldu't. It'a eyes flashed with fright as I have never seen a camel's eyes flash. "What an ass to put us under tire like this!" some one shouted a little way down the line. V "I guess,” mid Jenkins, who was trembling, "it 'ud be best to get a wipe in the arm tirrt. Then one 'ml be able to get inside the ambulance. yt “You beastly little shrimp,” yelled Ward, who was on the other side, "d’yon want to skimp it?" l The bullets began dropping among us. There’s no use denying it; I wns scared. It was a miserable sort of way playing at war. When I heard one of the men down the line groan as hi: cheek was torn up and saw anothex tumble with his face downward and commence biting the sand when hit thigh was ripped open, it was difficult for me to breathe. ‘. I never saw such excitement. Tm 'fhcertr rushed about shouting until we ilidn't know what to do. Yet we kept moving forward over the hilloclo of sand, our lips cracked, our eyes burning Ind glaring like balls of fire, swearing " one another, and all swearing at the upwardly niggers sheltering beyond the bowlders. [With apologies to Bayard Taylor'ir “Bed- ouin."l From the ranges I come to thee On 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 Till the sun grows cold . And the stars are old And the leaves of the judgment book A SOLDIERS DEATH. Hy broncho was hither driven By the fever that burns in my breast, By the yearns of a hoax-t so riven That it seems to spill from its nest... Then slide trom your bunk, my Fal, And the to my arms with a bound, And my kisses the tale will tell Of n love that will stand its ground Till the sun grows cold And the stars are old And the leaves of the judgment book unfold. _ _ Look from thy window and see The alkali dust on my clothes, All caught- in my flight to thee From the range where the ealflet growl. Let the night winds kiss your brow And with your red tresses play Asl sing you a tuneful vow 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. " COWBOY SONG. t1t2teiLih.ttsl.r.ltr..p E. -Denver Post. He laughed again, and I don't think he trembled quite so much. How terribly slow our advance was! It was a crawl. We were huddled to- gether, first swaying this way, then that. We were tired, dirty and bedrag- gled. We didn'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 rifiea. The baggage in the center of the square was constantly getting into a hopeless muddle, and the officers were fuming. And then the am- bulance men got in the way, and 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 tight like the very devil. Buck up!” “That’s enough, that's enough! Come hack, 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 mom and a bit of excitement. Panting and exhausted. we nushnd on. The sand How those blacks pelted us! We all began grumbling at not firing back. The air was suffocating. ‘A hot reek seemed to hang over us, and I began to feel sick. I felt like tumbling when a fellow’s cheek was slit down as with a saber. 1y. "Skirmishers, mat," the order was given, and away a lot of us dashed to the front. When I tried to lodge a cartridge, some sand blew in, and it jammed. Tloat's the sort of thing that worries a man when fighting. "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 I" There was an awful row among the men with the machine guns. “Go on! Pull up there!" And down came the thong on the male, 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, "it I should be killed, you might- might let my gal know. She's a--a slavey, as lives in-Nmightyl" A bullet crashed th%ugh his helmet and went into the man's shoulder be. hind. Jenkins staggered as though he had been hit. "That's a pretty narrow squeak. It’s a good job you’re a little un," I said, trying to laugh. He and I were among the skirmish- 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 sticka cartridge in his rifle. _ He was a miserable little beggar, thin legged and narrow chested. I think he came from Knightsbridgo 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 Fifty-third I'm blessed ifI know. He hadn’t enough food as a youngster-at least itlooked like that. 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, blind- ing us, choking us, driving us furious. "Why the blazes can't we open fire?" one of the sergeants behind me mutter- ed. “This ain't no fun!” "Keep closer, men, keep closcr. Con. found you, keep closer!” roared the colonel. I had always thought a man yrlhd when he was ripped into with a bullet. He just groaned and cursed. Lots of the shots fell short and knock- ed up little p1atrt of sand like clouds. "Lord!" grunted Hempson, will the square chin, “ha I been struck?” There was a great tear across his shoul- der. Somebody gave a tug at his jacket, and his may flannel shirt was redder than a parade tunic. 'Ut 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. 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. “I thought he said we was to spread out a bit," grumbled Jenkins. I could hear the hard breathing of little Jenkins, who was not more than live paces from me. "Blown?" I asked. "Rather," he answered. “I wish those beggars would come out and let us 'ave a pop at 'em." All the perspiration seemed to jump out of me, and I shivered. I just felt as if I had been knocke‘l as weak as a kit. ten. There's no satisfaction being killed by a man you dan't see. If Iwere going to be killed, I would like to be close up to the chap. We were about 500 paces in front of the square, and we could hear the hoarse commands, the mad clatter, the screaming camels, and away in front of us rose the yells of the fanatical Sudan. ese calling on Allah to help in the slay- 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. I looked at him, He was sprawling on his stomach on the sand and holding his hand over the breech. His eyes were liaming and his nostrils wide with ex- aitement. "Hold up a bit," shrieked the officer who came with us. threw up the hot glare of the sun into Bur faces. I shut my eyes, for the pain was terrible. One of the men shouted, "Hurrahl" We thought him a dundering idiot wasting his breath, He had caught the war fever. I had My heart stood still with wonder. been wondering if he would. Again came a volley. For a moment "Wightened of being killed, Jen- Jenkins endeavored to steady himself. kins?” I asked. "Bullseye, " he signaled. "Ruled be ---t" . when he Mimi and mu rolling ~L“ litt9. tttttV “MI-L"! 3Iitlt Pj9ilsqraghatic--:zv-,-_-,r,ta-iar. had been hit in the stomach; m drop- ped his rifle and looked around as if he wanted to clutch hold of something. Then a terrible grin spread" cvcr his features, and he began running like a drunken man. He hadn‘t gone more than four steps when down he flopped in a heap. Two dt the men turned him over. He was dead, Jenkins did langh. but rather strange- Waterloo County Chronicle, Thurs day, Dteemtoel, tr, igbs--rsage "? The rugged, solitary heap of rock was not more than 30 yards from us when We sawa horde of the fanatics sweeping the side of the hill and com- ing in our direction as swift as the wind. An oath burst from my lips. "Let's go back, men, " Ipanted. “It’s no good. Every one of us will be out down it we go on." "Let us go on, let us go on," scream- 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 theh, when the red stream spurted from be- 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 sol- dier gets in that state, there's no stop- ping him. It's not the brave men that scorea victory. It's the madman. I Jorilred behind. The outstretched skirmishers were slowly following us up, and far away in the rear was the heaving confused square. Up the sweep of the hill, however, there was a cluster, and they opened 're on us. But we were scattered, crouching low Ind speeding on swiftly, so that he must have been a good marksman who picked " any one of us. In the dash hip helmet fell off. He did not stop to pick it up, but he plowed on through the sand as though life it, self were at the end of the race. "You-yon fool," I called to him. ”You’ll get the stroke," for he had only his red cotton handkerchief tied about his forehead. The warcries of the tumultuous throng away before us broke like a cam non roar upon our ears. The force of the Moslems was almost hidden behind the rocks that studded the plain. 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. "They couldn’t hit me like that, by heavens they tamldn'tl' and the little fellow, with no helmet, his tunic loose and torn, his tingors clutching his gun in an iron grasp and his body shaking with the tremendous emotion that seiz- ed him, stood up under that maddening African sun and hissed with frothy lips detianes to the enemy. "Back, back," I limited, and four of the men turned. There was no keeping pace with the idiot. Before we quite realized the aw- fulness of the position he had clambered to the top of the rock, waving the hand. kerohief he had been wearing on his head. A perfect shower of bullets whiz- zed about him, but he only laughed, and the rest of us crouched for an in- stant in the shelter of the bowlders. Another shot came tearing the air. With his handkerchief Jenkins sig- naled, “Missed to the left.” "Shall I have a pot at them?" asked Jenkins, Whose fingers were playing nervously with the trigger. [ "No, you fool; keep quiet!" I bawled. He lost all feeling of thirst and weari- Bess. I've seen men like him before, but I’ve never seen such a wretched Knightisbridgo clerk panting to get at the throat of the enemy, who could break his weak back before he could ut- ter a curse. “Let’s do a rush for it before those chaps get down!” I shouted. "That was a chance shot; I'll swear it was tt chance shot, " exclaimed Jen- kins, becoming furious. "Dry up and don't talk like a fool." My eyes were filled with sand and were aching. “Back! What’s the good of going back now?" Jenkins soreeched. tt We t3arr-0at1 get to the top of the-of the look afore the beggars gi-get within 100 yards of us. What’s the good of go- ing back?" With a spring he was off before us. I would liked to have hit him in the stomach with a butt and, but he was dashing like one infuriated. It was the wildest thing on earth to do. But we had to follow him, and all the time the bullets whistled about us. “Missed to the right, " signaled Jen- kins. Some of the blacks up the rocks un- derstood what we were up to, and we could see them jumping and dashing down to the main body to give warning. It was an awful sight, him standing there alor1e--sarposad to 100 guns. It wasn't so easy edging forward. The sand was as soft as powder and as hot as tire. Somehow, although I loos- ened every button I could, my clothes were oppressively tight. I swore at be- ing sent on to feel the way. There isn't any glory about it; only the chance of being killed a little earlier. The blood in my head was beating like a pump and my tongue was as hard and as dry as leather. The one thing in all the world I then wanted was a good gulp at a quart of beer. Once more came the yell id the bul- lets. 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. I took three of the men on each side. The chief thing was to keep low and not to offer too greata 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, evidently, for once the main body was among the rocks it would be impossible to keep the square. However, that wasn't my lookout. "Fletcher, ,, said the officer to me, "I want you to go with six men along to that first lump of rock, get up on it and see how the enemy are lying." "Yes, sir." "And if they're tt good way off, wait till we come up. But it you’re within range, double back." . "Yes, sir." "Take me with you, Fletcher, 'l said Jenkins, when I was looking down the line. gerness. He was full ot tight. His breathing was quick, not so much be- cause of the exertion as thirst to come up with the blacks. A few evenings ago a. little St. Louis boy was busily engaged in learning his lessons. His father, one of the leading citizens of St. Louis, had gone no the lodge. His mother was busy sewing. The little boy looked up and asked '. 'Mamma, what: does 'pretext' mean y 'Whe? your father has to go to the lodge three times a week, that is a. pre- ia-xt, to get away from his family." Another great) discovery has been made, and that too, by a lady in this country. “Disease fastened its clutches upon her and for seven years she with- stood its several bests, but her vital organs were undermined and death seemed imminent. For three months she coughed incessantly, and could not sleep. She finully discovered a way to recovery, by purchasing of us a bottle of Dr. King's New Discovery for Con- sumption, and was so much relieved on taking flri,t dose, that she slept all night ; and with two bottles, has been absolutely cured. Her name is Mrs. Luther Lutz) Thus writes, W. O. Hsmnick & Oo., of Shelby, N 0 Sold by all Druggishs no 50 cents and $1.00. Eur! bohtlé guarsnhaed. Next day, when the boy read out the tiefinition of "pretext" to the whole School, he created a ssensation.--New York World. The Heaviest Thing- In the 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 dissolved platinum ores. This metal has a specifie gravity of M... 477; that of gold being 19.265; load, 11.367; iron, 7.79, and lithium, the lightest, only 0.594. This lid opens with a hinge and shows beneath a square box divided by bars of gold into nine separate compart- ments, each containing a pure specimen of the varieties of ore found in the state. The inscription within reads, “Pre- sented to Franklin Pierce, the Four- teenth President of the United States." The ring is valued at '2,000.--New York Sun. Under this tieroe heat the rare metal, ruthenium, which used to be deemed all but infusible, readily melts, but osmium remains refractory, there being snparent- ly only the faintest traces of fusion. On this account osmium cannot be prepared in tsufficient quantities to make it very useful in the arts, but its alloy with ir. ridium, which defies the acids, is of some value, nothing better having been found wherewith to tip gold pens. Be. ing nonmagnetic, its employment for the bearings of the mariner'g compass has been advooated.-Popular Science Monthly. 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 In- dian with bow and arrow and a native mountaineer on horseback throwing his lasso. Next peeps outaCalifornian tent and a miner at work with his pick. These designs are surmounted by two American fiags, with the poles crossed and groups of stars in the angles. The part ot the ring reserved for the seal is covered by a deeply carved plate of gold, with Califoruia's arms, surmount- ed by the flag and inscribed "Frank Pierce” in old Roman characters. The French chemist, Joly, determined that osmium is likewise the most in- 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 sub- jecting osmium to the exclusively high temperature of the electric are which Moissan has of late employed successful- ly in the manufacture of diamonds. A Shower of Huts and Sheer. Charles If. W. Mieglatz, contributes "A Boy's Recollections of the *Great Chicago Fire" to St. Nicholas. Mr. Mieglatz says: Once, for a few minutes, I thought it was all over with me. The flames sprang from the middle of the block, on the east side of Wells street between Washington and Randolph, to the mid- 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 and shoe shop, which had a glass front on the rear alley, similar to that on the street front, bat not so elab- crate. 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 tiame shot out, rolled across the street and kindled a 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 hur tory, a few doors east of, the boot and shoe shop. It hit the rear of the build- ing with the same impelling force, and the hat" fuoar up into the air like spray. It was presented to him by his friends in California and has no equal in the world. It is of gold dag from a Cali- fornia mine; the circular portion is cat into squares, which stand at right an- gles to each other, and each is embel- lished with an odd design, the entire group representing a pictorial history ot California. Franklin Pierce's Ring. The ring treasured by the descendants of Franklin Pierce, president of the United States, is interesting for several reasons. For one thing, it weighs near. 1y a pound. 1 could see the square closing up and heard the shouting and the cursing, and all the time I knew the blacks were fol- lowing right at our heels. The whole world grew hazy just as I fell fainting in our lines. "Lord!" he groaned. "I would like to 'ave seen the fightin. There's a gal as I-I knows who's a slavey, an-an it"-- Ho choked 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. 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N _0MJEER, MEDALLIST 01" TO RONTO University, Licentiate of the Col lege of Physicians, Surgeons and Aoeouoheu ot Ontario. Otflee-New residence, Albert street, Water loo, a. short distance north of the late Dr' Walden's residence. Oftiee in J anzen’s Block, Berlin, over Smyth Bros'. score. Entrance between B'ehrenbach'g saddlery and Smebing’s grocery I ; .. l t I The off1tMt will he closed every Friday After? noon from May lat to November Ist, L.D.S., Toronto, In. D.D.S.. Philadelphia, 91. i SPECIALTY '. Preservation of natural teeth including mounting aptitieial crowns on sound roots, and the insertion of gold bridges to sup- ly the place of missinz teeth withouc a. plat e IFR‘ICE: Cumin.) Block. B mm. 'tha 6 1 dirt J. A. Hilliard J t DENTIST L. D. s. Royal College of Dental Surgeons. D. D. s. Toronto University l t '. t : t W. R. WILKINSON, Dentist. LIVERY AND EXCHANGE BTABLEB. GEO. 517mm, Proprttstor. All kinds of conveyances oonstanuly on hand. Charges moderate. Stables in rear of the Com manual Hotel. Barristers, Solicitors, Notaries, eic. mice: Upstairs Economical Block, King St, West. Berlin. Homeopathic Physician, Office in the Oddfellow’a Block. Waterloo. Ont. First-class rigs and good reliable horses. Two and three seated carnages always in readiness. All 03115 promptly attended to and charge moderate. 0ttityts and Livery In rear of e Zimmerman House. Entrance on King enreeh. next to Fischer’s butcher shun. (hike! “my on hand. PROFESSIONAL . . . CARDS Fred G. Hughes D.D. S DENTIST. Barristers, Solicitors, Notaries conveyaneers, etc. (Money to Loan) Office - DEVITT’S BLOCK - Waterloo W M. READE. s. A. HUTCHISON. Sanderson's Bakery. (Money to loan.) office, Killer‘s Block, Wateroo Ont, E. P. CLEMENT. All branches of dentistry practised - Coroner County of Waterloo- ofritNs-At his residence on Erb street). Telephone communication. Telephone communication Aides C. HAIC,HT RB. D. B. & a. H BOWLBY, . PHYSICIANS, SURGEONS. ETC. Dr. D. S. Bowlby, Coroner for the Count OWLBY & CLEMENT Fancy ILLAR & ~SIMS. DISEASES or EYE AND EAR TREATED. Livery, Sale and Exchance Stables. B. WEBB M n. " W. L. HILLIARD . . . Licentiate of the College of PhysiciansJ Surgeons and A ccoucheurs ot Ontario. [Residence and offioe on King Street. Opposite Woolen Mills - Phone 210 105 King Street West, Berlin, Ont. 1, Bl VANS. L. R. C. P., Ireland; M. D., C M. Trln Univ.; M. C. P. S. O. Licentiate of Jkiediea1 Council, Great; Britain. Speci vltrr-Disoaies ot Wo- men and Surgery. 08.115 day or night promptgly upswgreg, - W W. A. KUMPF, VETERINARY SURGEUN W. H. BOWLBY, M.A., LL.B., Q.C.. County Gr awn Attorney n- -_..--- and Clerk of the Pew DR. McLEAN, King St. Waterloo. L Bread, Bums, Rolls, and Fancy i D113 L. D.B. Who have letb'Puinc or C. th WELi'S- D. D. th, PUPI LS High School, shon‘d not Ihmrrrirrtg,Waaatrgrott, oeerioo the great advantage ot a Practical - - _ - - - - Course of instruction at. the tictfweitirePi Biock, Conestog o. Office and msssitienee-John street LIVERIES. MEDICAL. DENTAL , LEGAL. Bvgfe2,egs'fte, & co. Fire Aocldent and Life Insurance Agent:- r2frraiiiiliiii' the beat Stock and Mutual Con- panies deing business in this Province. PIERBERT J. BOWMAN PROVINCIAL Land Surveyor, Civl Engineer and Draughtsman, Graduate) of the Ontario School of Practical Science, and late assistant) to the York T'p magnet“ on the construction of Puts. ic Works. an the tsutr-aiviteion ot lands in the 1tpy, rbs of Toronto. House and Sign Painter Teacher ot Piano and Organ. Pupil of A.S. Vogt of the Tordnto om. servatory of Music, lat of Leipsic, Germany. Pupils prepared for all examinations in piano at; the Toronto Conserrtstoryof music. Residence , - Albert St. Waterloo. out. _ DIMON SNYDER. b Issuer tt Marriage Licenses. 0imm--At his Drug Store. Waterloo. Waterloo. om ar-tjourviia'iise, Be run. MISS ANNA R. BEAN Such as Oil Painting, Paper Hanging Kalsomining, Tint ng, eta, nea. 1y execute . Church Decorating a. specialty. Address care of H. Niergarth. Wateris A Geiger Vehicle Oiler Pat. '96. It', giving good satisfaction. BRESLAU CARR IAGE WORKS EMIL F. BRAUN . . House and Sign Painter. when you come to grief. this is what', you want l Kindly favor us with a call and we shall he gassed to show you specimens and designs In onuments, Headstones em. and quote you figures for any style of work either in Granite or marble. Firs olmsslwork guaranteed. A first.elass mechanic to repair your bicycle at a. low price and one who keep all kinds oi cycle sundries on hand. can for business Breslau, . Ont. J. BALL, Machinist. Erb Street, . Waterioo. RklNllult Granite and Marble Works Erb Street, opposite Market, WATERLOO Hello There! 1' Gait-ii' mag timid; aatiGiuirta Itii memory ot the emu-ted one. Charles N. Rockel I 1tih1Fifiirrrtage Licenses. 0iflee-Poist Ott1ms, St amoeba. Ont. on}: L anmm‘gg Gr rtou.havt?.l.ttrtr P.1,0vyd _optututi1 (109113110 IOEZHLMAN 'S BARBER SHOP. John gt;ebel’s, BmnrBmutomay, SHAEFEB BROS. Cheap Harness MISCELLANEOUS §MISTEB c5.r)1,, RIDER. ' Now Is Tm: Tum Borg DECORATOR. m, B5A' Inna“ GEO. A. BRUCE. W AT ERLOO and Paper Hanger J. Sharp, f, I it tt Im- "li:lTdi' idri/d Ontario RE WV: b3U.