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The Chronicle Telegraph (190101), 17 Oct 1901, p. 8

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9t wuun stood upon the o ot Archer‘s bungalow en in iaonns worn ture, Geeply mâ€". such as & anguish never fails to the features. His weary w deeply sunken under his were outlined with dark . hair was streaked with ay, and his long regged beard was j malso. His face was white like â€" and '-utw:fl wan. _ His ts were torn, hung about . body in rags, save where were illâ€"patched with bits of and vegetable fibres. Major Archer right? Could haggard and pitiable. being _ be ~ Harold Wynde of Hawkhurst, , ‘of the richest baronets in Engâ€" f , who was supposed to have par» in the clutches of a tiger? _. It seemed incredibleâ€"impossible. w yet when the heavy eyelids + from the thin white cheeks, ?r looked upon the major, it was 1 Harold‘s soul that looked ‘through them. They were the keen ‘blue eyes the major remembered . so _well, so capable of sternness or of tenderness, .so expressive of the w and noble soul, the pure and character, which had distinâ€" ‘i_l_s-hMA the puonet : Groaredaftheefiheratanited â€"YÂ¥es, the stranger was Sir Harold Wyndeâ€"alive and well! "You know me then, Major?" he said. "I am not changed, as I thought, beyond all recognition|"* He held out his hand. The major grasped it in a mixture of bewilderâ€" ment and amazement, and not withâ€" out a thrill of superstitious terror. ""Iâ€"I thought you were dead, Sir Harold,‘" he stammered. _ ‘‘We all thought so, Graham and all. We thought you were killed by a tiger. Iâ€"I don‘t know what to make of thist" wéIr Harold let go the major‘s hand and staggered to the bamboo couch upon which he s_ank wearily. e â€"*"He‘s not deadâ€"but dving," mutâ€" tered the major. ‘"‘Lord bless my soul!l What am I to do?" He clapped his hands vigorously. A moment later his Hindoo servant Karrah glided around upom the front veranda.. â€" -"_'fsvrifi brandy â€"â€" sherbet â€"anyâ€" thing!‘‘ gasped the major, pointing at his guest. ‘"‘He‘s fainting, Karâ€" Sir Harold lifted his weary head and gazed upon the Hindoo. ‘The sight seemed to endue him with new life. He leaped to his feet, and his blue cyes blazed with an awful lightning, as he pointed one long and bony finger at the native, and eried jor. I accuse himâ€"* ‘The Hindoo stood for a second apâ€" palled, but as the last words struck his hearing he flung at the baronet a glance of deadly batred, and â€" then turned in silence and fled from the bungalow, making . toward the junâ€" gle. â€" P . y s xsd EY TB CCC Aroused by the tumult, Mrs. Archer eame forth from her chamber. _ She was a portly woman, and was dressâ€" ed in a light print, and wore a cap. Her husband met her in the hall and told her what had occurred. . Reâ€" straining her curiosity, she hastened to prepare food and drink for the reâ€" turned baronet. Meanwhile Sir Harold had sank down again upon the couch. The maâ€" jor approached him, and said: "Â¥an look worn out. Sir Harold. <The baronet arose and took the major‘s arm and was led into . the central hall of* the house, and into one of the four rooms the house conâ€" tained. â€"It was the room in which his son had died. The‘windows were élosely shuttered, but admitted the â€"air at the top. The floor was of wood and bare. . A bedstead, couch, "and chairs of bamboo comprised the furniture. "You look worn out, Sir Haroid. Let me show you to a room, where I will attend upon.you. My men will mn that scoundrelâ€"never fear. with me." At one side of the room were two gpacious closets. One of these conâ€" tained a portable bathâ€"tub, a rack of fresh white towels, and plenty . of watér.â€" The other contained clothes ,Qq?dlng from hooks. "Â¥ou‘ll find your own suit . of elothes there, Sir Harold,‘"" said the major. ‘"I intended to send them to England, but I am as fond of proâ€" erastination as evor. It‘s just as well though, now. You can take them home yourself." chair theyâ€"Octavia? . Neva?"‘ i VJ g.-or they wore when I “ me what you know of them?" And Sir Harold‘s great hungry . ages searched the major‘s face. ‘‘They beâ€" HMeve me dead?" _ . _ _ . _ Traitor! Viper! Arrest him, Maâ€" . **Certainly, Si; Harold. Everybody believes you dead. . And I am dying to know how it is that you are mlive. Where have you been these fifteen months? â€" How did you escape Te PeVI The desired explanation was deâ€" mby the appearance at the door [ . Archer, who brought a jug of warm spiced drink and a plate of food. The major took the tray, and shut his wife gwost. Sir Harold and ate and ME Sir Harold was nearly famished, and ate and drank Hike one starving. When his ln{:‘wu appeased, and & fnint eolor q to dawn in his face, he pushed the tray from him, and spoke in a fArmer yoice than he had betore employed: "I have imagined _ terrible 0.13 .:t my wife and Neva,‘" he x "n poor wile! I have thought :'l & im load g. Do you &-. â€"s: how she the report of my death?" . Author of "Lady Kildare," * Life‘d Shadows, Home!‘‘ he whispered. ‘"How are CHAPTER XXH I have heard,‘‘ . said the major, i6 wearly died of grist,. For a long 6 she ahut berseif up. and wat inc and when she did venture Harold sat down in the nearest his wife out, returning to his BY MRS, HARRIET LEWIS ‘s Three Lovers o pe 4* bekediteteor Gurling~ Thers %re Tew Wives Wwho mourn as she did," .. Sir Harold‘s lips quivered ‘‘My poor darling!" he muttered inaudibly. ‘‘My precious wife! I ::‘n come back to you as troim the ‘‘Lady Wynde is heartâ€"broken, they say,‘‘ said the major. ‘"One of the men in our mess, & Meutenant, i# from Canterbury and héars all the Kentish gossip, and he says people were afraid that Lady Wynde would go ‘?"o & M“.":’. 12 oi u..A ©" CCR W ENC "‘My poor wife!" said Sir Harold, with a sobbing breath. ‘"I knew how she loved me. We were all the world to each other, Major. â€"I must be careful how she hears the news that I am living. Tue sudden M‘w kill her. Have you daughter also?" . a little Hibernian, butâ€"it‘s trug. And. your temantry put on mourning, and they had funcral sermons and so on. By all the rules, you ought to have been dead, and, by the Lord Harry, I can‘t undersiand why you are not.‘ I can‘t understand why you are not Sir Harold smiled wanly. ‘"Let me explain why I am Lot," he said, ‘‘You remember that I was taking my last ride in India, and was about to start for Calcutta, ‘to embark for England, when I disapâ€" peared? Some three days before lhat I had a quarrel, if I might call it so, with the Hindoo Karrahâ€"â€" ‘ "I know it. He told me about it for the first time this morning.‘‘ "YÂ¥ou understand then that L had incurred his enmity by kicking n‘ out of this house? _ I found him stcaling . the effects of my dead son. Ho had also stolen from . me, ‘The letters he was stcaling ho Was: acute enough to know were precious to ine, â€" and there . Was George‘s diary, for which I would not have taken any amount of money. The scoundrel mcant to get away With these, and then sell them to me at his own terms. I took back my proâ€" perty, and punished him as he deâ€" served. I have now reason to beâ€" lieve he went away that night to his friends among the hillsâ€"‘"‘ "He did. He told me he did. But ‘"He did. He told me he did. But what did he go for?"‘ cried the maâ€" jor excitedly. "You can soon guess. The next morning Karrah came back, profcsâ€" sing repentance,‘" said Sir Harold. "I reproached myself for having Lcen too harsh upon the poor untaught heathen, and took him back. He accompanied me upon that last ride, and was so humble, so deprecating, so gentle, that I even felt kindly toâ€" ward him. We rode out into the jungle. I was in advance, riding slowly, and thinking of home, when suddenly a monstrous . tiger leaped out of a thicket â€" and fastened his claws in the neck of my horse. I fought the monster desperately, for he had pinned my leg to the side of my horse, and I could not escape from him. We had a frightful strugâ€" gle, and I must have succumbed but for Karrah, who shot at the tiger, wounding him, I thifk, in the shoulâ€" der, and _ frightening him into _ reâ€" treat "‘And so you escaped, when we all thought you killed?" cried the maâ€" jor. s ‘‘My horse was dying,‘‘ said the baronet, ‘‘and I was wounded und blceding. I thought I was dying. I fell from my sadlle to the ground, groaning with pain. Karrah came up, and bent over me, with a devilâ€" ish smile and moistencd my lips with brandy from a flask he carricd. ‘Then, muttering words im his own language which I could not urderâ€" stand, â€" he carriec me to his own horse, mounted, _ with me in his arms, and rode off in the direction in which we had been going, and away from your bungalow.‘" Sss SE esn Cogers for?" "'Mur a halfâ€"hour‘s ride, we came to a hollow, where three natives were camped. Karrah halted, and addressed _ them. They gathored around us, and then Karrah said to me, in English, that he hated mo, that he would not kill me, but meant me â€" to suffer, and that these mom were his brothers, who lived a score of miles away up among the mounâ€" tains. I was to bo their slave. He transferred me to their care, disreâ€" garding my pleas and offered bribes, and rode away on his return to you. I was carried on horseback, secureâ€" ly bound, a score of miles to the north and westward. How I sufferâ€" ed on that horrible journey, woums: t o Pm SPc To OR dulwu.lcnnemullyon.A .d-o‘u:n times I thought ,mutl dyâ€" "It is a wonder you didâ€"not die!" "It is," â€" said Sir Harold,. ‘‘We went through savage jungles, and forded mountain torrents. We went up hill and down, and more than once leaped precipices. I was in a dead _ faint when we reached the home of the three Hindoo#, ‘but after= ward I found how wild and secludâ€" dthoootmugdflntun‘hm Rmo neighbors for miles areund. Their eabinâ€" was _ niched in a cleft in a mountain, and hidden from the ey® ®f any but the tlosest searcher. Had you tm“ for me, you would nevâ€" er have found me. It was in a rear hut, small and ¢~*k, with a mud floor, and windowlc.s ~*!!s, that I have been a prisoner i>t fAfteen months, major. My enemies, for ‘*e mm me to myself, and I have out my weary captiv= ity with futile plans of escape. Ab, I have known more than the bit» terness of death!" _ «8 : "It we had only known it, we‘d havescoured all India for you, Sir Harold,‘"‘ â€" said the major hotly. *"Wa‘d ~ have strung up every naâ€" 2-«1 â€"wa mm:&“ But that episode of the tiger â€" for The scoundrel! What any news of my was that â€" "Mow could you? Bon‘t reproa®h yoursaelf, major. My chiclest au*erâ€" ings during those horrible . Afteen montbs have been on account ef my vl!cnl.y‘uf"" To. fecl . myâ€" self helpless, a slave to those . Hinâ€" m ME on PC & C200 doo pariabs, bound continually and in chains, while Octavia and KNeve were for me and erying out in their wnd perhaps needâ€" ingt that was almost. 100 E‘_;::" Now Z..i.uu- Karâ€" came to me in my prison. and to tell n:: he hated me, and how» sweet was his revenge. lHe Lold me that you had heard through . & friend that my poor wile wasâ€"dying s hnd at in m n vt e o9 ty g-pu.fiwxuu.-m incregsed , to. find _ soike way of escape. Last night the three Hindoos went @Wayâ€"upon a Mar auding expedition, I think. â€"After e 9 hn n> N N Hindoos went @wWayâ€"upon a Marâ€". Wwym I think. After: they gone, one of the women hnmu my usual evening meal of rice. 1 pleaded to her 1o rolease~me, but she laughed at me. She out, leaving the door open, to returm soon‘ for the dish. . sight of the sky and of the green earth without nerved. me to desperation. I was confined by a belt around my waist, to which . an jron chain was attached, the other end of the chaim"being secured to a vring in the wall. . I had . wrenched my belt and the chain a thousand times, but last night when I pulled at it with the strength of a madman it gave way. I fell to the foorâ€"un~ fettered 1‘ "Â¥ou bounded up like an India rubber ball, I dare swear?" cried the major, wiping his eyes sympatheticâ€" ally. _ C en uq ce T i PoRer n P en t ie the door. There wus a horse tetherâ€" ed néar the hut. I bounded on his back and sped away, as the woman came hurrying out in wild pursuit. I knew the general direction in which your bungalow â€" lay. I rode all night, going out of my road, but being set straight again by some kindly Hindoos; and here I am, ful and blest!" ‘The baronet bowed his head on his hands, and his tears of joy fell thickly. _ â€" e "You‘re safe now, Bir Barold, . cried the major. ‘"I hear a hubbub outside. My fellows have got back, with Karrah, no doubt. I want . to superintend the skinning him, â€" und. while I am gone, you can refresh yourself with a bath, and put on & suit of Christian garments. My wife is dying to see you. I hear her pacing the hall like a caged leopardess. Get ready, and ) wU come back to you as soon as . yOU have had a little sleep. You‘re amâ€" ong friends, my dear Sir HMarold; and, b? Jove, I‘m glad to see you again|‘ t > Lo ho o ez cA31) kess He pressed Sir HaroiC ® MMMU» catching his breath with a peculiar sobbing, and hurried out. â€" His servants had returned, but Karrah had escaped. The major inâ€" dulged in some peculiar profanity, as he listened to this report, and then withdrew to his wile‘s cool room, and told her Sir Harold‘s story. . ‘The baronet, meanwhile took _ a bath and went to bed. We slept for hours, awakening after geon. He shaved and trimmed his beard, dressâ€" ed himsel{f in a suit of clothes he had formerly worn, and which were now much too large for him, and came forth into the central hall of the dwelling. Major Archer was loungâ€" ing here, and came forward hastily, with both hands outstratched, and with a beaming face. \ uivÂ¥an laak mare like vourself, Sir ‘‘"Â¥You look more like yourself, Harold!‘‘ he exclaimed. . ‘‘Mrs. cher is out em the veranda, and full impatience to see you." linked his arm in the baron angd conducted him out to the ve presenting him to Mrs. Arc h’reeted him with a certain and kindliness, as one would gom@® a hero. sactin. A Bratvtat The little Archers were playing about under the charge of an ayah, and they also came forward timidly to welcome their father‘s guest. Tiffinâ€"the _ India luncheonâ€"wWas served on the veranda, and after. I} was ever, and the young people had dispersed, Bir Harold said â€"to his hest: "‘When does the next steamer loave ter England?" ""Three days honce. You will have time to catch the mail if you . Write toâ€"day,"‘ said Major Archer. "Write! Why, I shall go im &er, ‘I I leaped up, and darted out . of Major!‘ â€"M ®‘â€" MHarold. Yoy are not 8t for the voyage,‘" said Mrs. "I must go,"‘ persisted the baronâ€" et, in a tone no one could dispute. ‘"Think of my wifeâ€"of my daughter. Every day that keeps me from thom seems an eternity. Major, I was robbed by Karrah of every penny I possessed. . Plunder was a part of his motive, as well as desire for reâ€" venge. I shall have to draw upon you for a sufficient sum for iny . exâ€" "It‘s fortunate, and quite an unâ€" precedented thing with me, that I have a couple of hundred pounds in bank in Calcutta,‘‘ said the major. "I wish it were a thousand, but you‘re quite welcoma to it, Sir Harâ€" oldâ€"a thousand times welcome. I appreciate your impatience to be on your way home. Il‘it‘wm 1. u‘! enough you, ;nflln golian. I r you.‘" ® your wife were my Molly, T‘d travel day and nightâ€"but there. I‘ve said enough. T‘ go to Calcutta with you, and see you off on the Monâ€" wolian. I wish I could do more for 2C ‘"You can, Major. You can keop silence concerning my reappearance,"‘ declared . Sir :.rold thons:ttully. ‘"My wife is reported to be dying of {fld. 1f she hears too abruptly that T still live, the shock my destroy her. Major, I am going home under a n-omwonathtm-wryol my adventures may not be bruited wbout before she sees me. I will not reveal myself to one in Calcutta, nor any one in h‘xfl. before reachâ€" ing home. I will go quistly and unâ€" known to Hawkhurst, and ‘mul myself With all care and caution to Neva, who will break the news to my wife." "Bir Harold is right," said . Mre. Archer. ‘"Lady Wynde. and . Miss wy.ammlmwunm by telegraph, or letter, or through the newspapers. _ ‘Thair impationce, anxicty, and suspense, after hearing th.t Sir Harold still lives, and be« r-.-oul-.wiluurfi- L_._‘fi-“.-&ludl M“Mumu“ worn, but Oh, how thankâ€" we not auspect I Sir Harold‘s hand, breath with a peculiar m in the baronot‘s m out to the veranâ€" im to Mrs. Archer, with a certain awe s one would . welâ€" that the story of not be . bruited s me. I will not one in Calcutta, L-‘. before reachâ€" with shall you adopt as « °8B age,‘ to Ufi“‘“‘ 1 "I will call myself 1 low," said the baronet was my mothor‘s name. ed, Major, and if you €8 mount, we‘ll be 08 at # way to Caloutta,." . It udag 4+ 00â€" ®. That a ua‘:.:m :- ou-mo“ horse~ batk, in time QJN pase third day after leaving Major Archâ€" er‘s bungaiow, Sir Harold Wynde '...;..‘,Monbhwu to Engâ€" ‘:‘:d. Ab, what a reception awnited | f Could â€" ber "rdhl angel have 'mm t6 Neva that her father Yery moment of ber vivid tw stood upon the veranda of Archer‘s Indian bungalow, weak, wasted â€" and weary, but with the principle of life strong within him, what _ agony . she might have been spared in the near future! , what ter= rors _ and perils she might perhaps have ‘escaped | But she did not know itâ€"she could not guess that life held for her & joy so rare, so pure, so sweet, â€" as that of welcoming back to his home her father so _ long and bitterly mourned as dead. _ _ . EeVE Om OR As we _ have said, she remained |; awake‘during the remainder of the | night, walking her floor in her white | gown and slippered feet, now . and | then â€" wringing her hands, or sob» bing softly, or crying silently; and thus the weary hours dragged by. Before the clear sunlight of the soft September morning, which stole at last into her pleasant rooms, Neva‘s dream lost its vividness and semblance of reality, and the convicâ€" tion settled down upon her soul that it was indeed ‘"only a dream.‘" She dressed herself for breakfast in a morning robe of white, with cherryâ€"colored ribbons, but her face was very pale, and there: was a look of unrest in _ her redâ€"brown eyos when she desconded slowly and wearâ€" ily to the breakfastâ€"room at & later hour than usual. This room faced the morning sum, and was octagon shaped, oneâ€"half of the octagon projecting from the house wall, and being set with sashes of French plateâ€"glass, like a gigantic bayâ€"window. One of the glazed sections epened like a door upon the eastern marble terrace, with its broad _ surface, its carved balustrade, and its rows of rare trees ;nq shrubs in portable tubs. There ‘ was no one in the room when ‘ Neva entcred it. The large |table was laid with covers for five | persons.. The glazed door was ajar, | and the windows were all open, givâ€" ing ingress to the frosh morning air. 1 The room was all brightness and ‘| cheerfuiness, the soft gray carpet | having a bordér of scarlet and gold, § the massive antique chairs being upâ€" holstered in scarlet leather, and the ‘| sombrencss of the dainty buffet of t ebony wood being relieved by deli= , | cate tracery of gold, drawn by & ‘| sparing hand. Neva crossed the floor and passed out upon the terrace, where a gaudy peacock strutted, spreading his fan in the sunlight, and giving utterance to his harsh notes of selfâ€"satisfac» tion. Neva paced slowly up and down the terrace, shading her face with her hand. A litte later she heard â€" some â€" one emerge from the breakfast room _ upon the terrace, and come behind her with an irregu» lar and unsteady tread. . _ "Goodâ€"morning, Miss Noeva," said Rufus Black, as ho gained her side. "A lovely morning, is it not?" Neva returned his salutation graveâ€" ly. She knew that Rufus Black had slept under the same roof with herâ€" self the proceding night, after the ball, and that a room at | Hawkâ€" hurst had been cspecialty assigned him by Lady Wynde, now Mrs. Craâ€" ven Black. * "You ought to have sacrificed your scruples, â€" and come down to the drawingâ€"rooms last night," said Ruâ€" fus Black. ‘I assure you we had a delightfulâ€" time,â€"but you would have been the star of the ball. I watchâ€" ed the door for your appesrance until the people begam to . go home, and I mever danced, although : there was me end of pretty girls, but they were not pretty for me," added Rufus, sighing. ‘‘There is for me now only one ‘beautiful girl in the whole world, and you are sho, sweet Neva.." "Did you ever lova any one before you loved me?‘"‘ asked Neva, with a quiet frankness and straightforwardâ€" mess, looking up at him with her glear eyes full of dusky glow. "Â¥Yeâ€"no!" stammered Rufus, turnâ€" ing suddenly pale, and his honest eyes blenching. ‘"Almost every man has had his boyish fancies, Miss Neva. Whatever mire may have been, my life has been pure, and my heart is all your own. Â¥You believe ERT! "Yes, I believe you. Mr. and Mrs. Black have come downâ€"to breakfast, Mr. Rufus. Let us go in." She led the way back to the breakâ€" fast room,â€" Rufus following. They found the bride and bridegroom and Mrs. Artress waiting for them. Neva greoted _ Lady Wynde by her _ new name, anh bowed quietly to Craven Black and Mrs. Artress. The little party took seats at the table, and the portly butler, with a mute proâ€" test in his heaw against the new master of Hawkhurst, waited upon them, assisted by skillful subordinâ€" ‘Three years before she had been & poor adventuress, unable to marry the man she loved. Now, \hl’ofl$ the succoss of a daring and terri conspiracy, sho was wealthy, the real and nominal mistress of one of the grandest soats in England; the personal guardian of one of the richâ€" est heiresses im the kingdom; and ths wife of her follo'usmlnwr. to obey whose bohoests, and to marry whom, ;i."m'g‘- n willing to peril her soul‘s salva us e Oflye.oumuun‘hdto_d-r in ce ht ns aniatininnt nifcent, . and her success Only one move remained to be playâ€" od, â€" and k..-.wnl‘hm CHAPTER XXIH and ; pame. I am reste ( you can give me & off at sunset on, OUI to the task of brinfing wnourt "Oie union upon which she was determinâ€" The break/ast vw by Neva almost in silence. the . meal was over Mr. and Mrs, Craven Black strolled out into the gardens, arm in arm.. Mrs. Artress, who had fulâ€" ly emerged from her gray chrysalis, and who was now dressed in pale blue, retired .to her own foom to enâ€" joy her triumph in solitude, and to count _ the first installment of the yearly allowa@nce that had . been promised her, and which had already been â€" paid her, _with remarkable promptness, by Lady Wynde. & Neva went to the musicâ€"room, and begrn to play a weird, strange molâ€" ody, in which her very soul seemed to find utterance. In the midst of hor abstraction, _ the door opened, and Rufus Black came in softly. He was standing by her side when her wild music ceased abruptly, and she looked up from the {vory keys. "Your music sounds like a lament, or a dlrr." said Rufus, leaning upâ€" on the piano and regarding with adâ€" miration â€" the pale, rapt face and glowing eycs. P . o ul es 0b 1sS ONE TAUGHT US BY THE EXâ€" PERIENCE OF OTHERS. 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Although I tried several remedics none of them gave me any relief, and I began to regard my life as a burden, tather than a joy as it should be. One day while reading I came across a case similar to my own, cured by the use of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills, so in the bope that I would receive similar benefit I decided to give the pills a frial I had not taken the pills long before I could see that my hopes for reâ€" oovur{ were bolug realized. By the time i had taken half a dozen boxes all symptoms of the trouble bad digapâ€" rsnd and I was able to ond::y life as did before being seized with the malâ€" ady. I have no besitation in saying that I think that Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pilis are the best known cure tor dysâ€" pepasia, and I would strongly advise all ngfln to give them a trial. . _ The old adage “oxndonoo is the beat teacher" might well be applied in cases of d’.p'odmbwgh if ::::fn“rl wnl' d ‘:nly he 6 moe 0/ ose uho“;‘:nn}cod but arenow well and happy through the use of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills there would be less distress througbout the land. Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills can be had at all dealers in medicine or by mail, post paid at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 by addressing the Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Oht Gentlemen Who Are Or bave thin "bair, should call on Prof. Dorenwend nwpfl House, Betlin, on l‘rld.{. 25th, and see his wonderful d@vices in touprea and wigs worn on over 65,000 heads. Rxplanation apd demonstration free. Hade by UNPEBILL Oll CORFAEY, EUREKA Harness O (To be continued ) arness heavy badied oll, q L aciiye h We represent the Cyele and Motor Co. for BRANTFORD GENDRON wmlwng both chain and chainless from $40 | Het W We also represent the . Berlin fl‘, M. oc Racycle Co. for j on vemeny BERLIN asd RACYCLES momerpmmmmmmammemerecs from $35 to $65. â€" MEDICOAL New and Second Hand wheels 7 TY from $5.00 up. We also handle| y wEBB, .D. full line of sundries. Repairing 'J-_%hm done promptly. Give us a call We Are Sole Agents We also carry a j good assortnzent of Ullll)ll Hats American Soft Front Shirts, the Latest Patterns. EZ° Watch our Batgai\n Box in front of the store. J. RITZER, Waterioo 1901 Models A Nf:tock of all kinds of grain and feed con 'ln?L“’ l)‘ymt on ¢l|umd. Oats -n‘t’I &oi-n m a . Farm and garden mothy .pmovo; nl!.';': the “‘rnl, -t:’&“lwd. flour And all kinds of meals. King St. East next to Boohmar‘s Coal Office. _ WATERLOO, HONEST HARNESS AT @vut one of my splendid new sets of Harnes now. It willimprove the appearance of you I Y AND EX outfit one hundred per cent. 5. %a i cderate, stables Repaiting at moderate rates. moderate, in r Wells Drilled Wind Mills Supplied All kinds of repairing done at reasonable prices k Tax cakes . Infathios n en : in of Cutting Teoth lt my business has grt inâ€" créased l .have 4 toâ€" build a RIGERâ€" ATOR in store my meats and.in . fiu 1 am beuer pre ever ‘to supply my customers whh the most deligious roasts and tender steaks 4 n se al in cin is [Pamemer A micclsstdelivery _ * =§E. y JOHN B. FISCHER, 0 "we â€" es WATERLOO| , p i BA AAadale év.i‘;m 118 mo. _ S. GINGRICH. GRAIN MARKET. Morchant Tailor t season JOHN STREBEL Strebel‘s HARNESS SHOP s ue oarors se amnt stt rhrint 8283 | Plove" ovenge Meats is LEAPER BROS HAWKESVILLE Hahn‘s Bakery FOROVER FIFTY YEARS KRUECER IIOS..' W atarl â€"FOR THEâ€" rer im are is no s what the ‘q duinmi : of year, As ‘ss has gtwa inâ€" ne fl;nRIG Râ€" ordkt store my in dsp doing 1 am : than ever to BERLIN Intes the Celebrated King Brand Hat. HONEST PRICES Gent‘s Furnisher. Waterloo. | ons m t ne 3 gin n ONT in 4 inlscadh ENT OUD LCR CE NIE attention paid to the treatment 1 &dg. : :mho‘-t :m.u«. e ______Medallist of To ETcentiate 9 tos,pouees, t :W&“fi;a Om Albert Btroot mo.l of the late Dr. Walden‘s re Dental Bnmoo& D.D.8. 1 Allbranches of cnfifiy P Janzen‘s Block, Berlin, ’ Store. . Entrance betweetl lo and Stuebing‘s grocer. W. R.Wilkinson, L.D.8., D.D.8. Dentist, Office in theâ€" Oddfeliows Block, Waterloo. * ; w Y~41W> Water Will visit Elmira, the seoosd Thucediay. and, Erias Thursday and Friday of imne mamar avenbed ofluvfh. closed .va from May lat to November 18. R. 0. T. NOECKER, A. HILLIARD V ___ Painter and Paper Hanging, dortake contracts for painting and paj ing in Town and Country, nuq guaranteed, Charges reasonable, .. residence, Corner of Queen and Pric Waterloo a Klipport U spures snsih oo maip Cpant G. HUGHKS, NHARLES N. ROCKEL Office Open Daily, Office: Canadian Block, Berlin. OHN L. Wml%d flooâ€"Post Offlce, mot IMON f 0N SNYD cAauer of foeâ€"Ab his Drug Store, MIL F. BRAU eorprin . tadleman agprre Undertakers and MISCELLANEOUS o t 5 5n retonts "U DENTAL DENTIST. LIVERIES

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