Evening Star Newspaper, September 7, 1895, Page 19

MEV LOR’S POINT. . THE EVENING STAR, SATU STORIESOF ST.MARY’S Romantic Traditions of the Ancient Homestead of Rose Croft. -———- ROM THE SEA —<————— A CHILD F Was an Heir to the Crown of Eng- land Hidden in Maryland. RD OF THE CHANCELLOR Written for The Evening Star. NCIENT SAINT Mary’s county, the oldest Maryland, is already a land of legend and of tradi- tions transmitted from the colonial pe- riod, two centuries ago. The traveler in those parts who as- cends the beautiful river of 5S Mary, after passh on his right the Jesuit Tnigoes, comes to the wide creck St. a prett stablishment. Tl stream | n of coves and little lakes a en high, well-wooded banks i Upon shore of nated rv the ex- tremity ef ah the ancient home- gtead of se Croft,” around which It gers to this day the aroma of romance. t is pert of a manor of the time of King Charles i, which embraced the lands for @ mile along the river. The ul dwell- Colenial House at St. Inigoe's Island. ntial edifice of brick {m- gland and constructed in te. It was surrounded and cultivated fields, d in of cedars, poplars, mulberries and uts. In front was a lawn sprgading bank of the creek. A mod- cccupies the site of the 1 resider The property ha out of th ts of the early pro- to those of a purchaser from pilip Calvert's House. 2 Croft there lived in the latter the seventeenth century Philip of Charles Lord Baltimore), At hail of Calvert (ur chancellor of the. province of 1 for a brief space its gov- und the hi romantic al stories have been woven, but Jerful tale here briefly related has never before been given to the world. It has been sketched from traditions gath- ered here and there in St. Mary's and from al records. During the period to which this narra- efers, that Is, the latter part of the ventventh century, there was considerable i the settlements on the e and the St. Mary's and coun- rope. It was carried on to some smugglers and gentlemen of . members of the broth- who had their ren- st Indies, and frequently panish Main. The spoils of 15 or the commodities ngland and Holland were changed in the colonies for cargoes of , and in this way a trade of no mean prepertions was built up. A Child From the Sea, On an evening about 215 years ago a stanch brigantine sailed up St. Mary’s river and anchored in the mouth of St. Inigoes creek opposite the residence of the chan- by al procliy expediti ht from cellor. It was a vessel 1 known in the vicinity, for twice annually it appeared in harbor with varied cargoes of goods ef England or the continent. ports this oceasion the rngged skipper, who had relinquished the life of a buceaneer to engage in the timate ater pursuit of le; = eS | RES ONE ENJOYS Both the method and results when Syrup of Figs is taken; it is pleasant and refreshing to the taste, and acts gently yet promptly on the Kidneys, Liver and Bowels, cleanses the sys- tem effectually, dispels colds, head- aches and fevers and cures habitual constipation. Syrup of figs is the only remedy of its kind ever pro- duced, pleasing to the taste and ac- ceptable to the stomach, prompt in its action and truly beneficial in its effects, prepared only from the most healthy and agreeable substances, its many excellent qualities commend it to all and have made it the most popular remedy known. Syrup of Figs is for stle in 50 cent bottles by all leading drug- gists. Any reliable druggist who may not have it on hand will pro- eure it promptly for any one who wishes to try it. Do not accept any substitute. CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP CO, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. AQUISVILLE, Kr. WEW YORK, MeVe commerce, brought to Philip Calvert a con- nment more remarkable than any that eT gome to the coluny. As the chan- stocd within porch of his man- n, dressed in the garb of that time, an embroidered coat with laced wristbands, {a prodigious vest, silken hose and three- cornered hat, the commander of the brigan- appreachad from the road up the c leading a handsome, r Kked little gir’ “Where did you find that beautiful litt rose?” asked the chan rose of the sea—una rosa del aptain in the soft to Thence, 23 the lesend runs, hi of the place, ‘Rose Croft,” the hiil e rose. With the child was delivered to Calvert a sealed envelope bearing a noble crest. The contents of this mysterious package have never been reve . They remained a se- cret In the breast of the chancellor, or if he imparied to any one of his associates the message from across the ocean they, too, preserved it in their memories alone. The “Rose of the Sea” grew up on the benks of St. Inigues creek, and was known 3 the adopted daughter of the chancellor. After his death she married the son of a neighboring landowner, and, no doubt, lived to a good old age, and left posterity, but of this the tradition is silent. A Romantic Legend. It was believed that the child so strange- ly placed in the custody of Philip Calvert was a daughter of the Duke of Monmouth, the reputed son of Charles II, by Luey Barlow, to whom, it was long claimed, he was legally married. The boy, snbsequent- ly Known as the Duke of Monmouth, was | educated in Pa under the name of Croft, and oon after the ton he came to England. His fath preated him a duke, and marvied him to the Duchess of Buccleugh. The story of his attempt te ve Jame: throne jand for repetition here. tion of 168%, the nr The: is too familiar liam of Grang a8 to exclude him from the sov id there were those who maintal child of the Duke of P *n of the royal {house had been sent, at a tender age, to | the col ot Lord Baltimore in Ma to he of Jam: for lack of i proof, the identi with the land was never e: ure to the hist would | Geivered to Philip Calve: | perhaps lost forever. Another Rose Croft Story. John P. Kennedy of Maryland, who was Secretary of the Navy in 1852 under Fill- more, published in 1838 a romance, called “Rob of the Bewl; a Legend of St. Inigoes,”* in which he tells a preffy story of Rose Croft. According to his narrative there lived at this place about 1681 nthony Warden, collector of the port of St. Mai who had a beautiful daughter, Her hand is sought by Coc! aft, the master of a piratical brig, traded with the colony, but his suit is rejected by the fair n den, who loved Master Ver. heyden, the secretary of the lord proprie- tary. Cocklescraft makes a urnal raid |on Rose Croft and carries away the d. ter of the collar she '¥ be the letter which Is now Blanche. cued by the colonists after a ho h t pur- suit and an encounter w the pirat Rob of the Bowl, who plays a consp ting the schemes of th originally ally the | and lived at St. J 's bay, north of Point Lookout. It tr hat he ts | the father of Verheyden, vy heir to his wealth and the heroi: e. LOST IN THE MOUNTAINS, What Happened After the Bear Ate Kennedy, From the Arizona Republ Ira P. Smith, commercial agent of the north and south road, returned yesterday morning from a trip along the line. He tells a story which yerifles the saying that truth is stranger fhan fiction. While he was going to Ash Fork, @ yoting man step- ped aboard the train®at Jerome Junction who looked more like the second edition of Rip Van Winkle than a human being. The strange and uacouth being was un- deubtedly young, but his face was pinched and drawn with hunger and his eyes large and haggard. His clothes hung about him in shreds, while the flesh that showed through the rents was lacerated and bruis- ed. The aspect of the young man was one to excite pity even in the most callou: Greatly interested in the case, Mr. Smith spoke to the young man and asked him the cause of his forlorn appearance. The young fellow stated that nearly three weeks ago he and another young man named Kennedy left Williams to go to Je- rome to get work in the mines. Not hay- ing an abundance of money they concluded to walk the entire distance. They experienced nothing out of the or- dinary until the third day on the trip. On particular day about noou they were emding a mountain when a commotion in their rear caused them to look around, and to their horror they beheld a Ja cinnamon bear making directly for th e To think was to act, and the young man who tells the adventure dropped to the und urd rolled down the hill over bru: etus and stones to an arroyo belo he errived at the bottom he insensible from bis contact stones and cactus. He painfully pic himself up, and cculd distinguish the izing cries of Kennedy on the hiil above and he felt certain his companion was in the clutches of the anim ‘The cries soon ceased, and the young man set to work picking the cactus points th ered his person. The proc th ed e had rid himself of most of the tus points he literally covered the wounds with mud to keep down the inflammation and started up the arroyo. h succeed- ing day brought him no sign of a human habitation, and his lacerations made pro- gress slow. He subsisted on berries and the fruit of the cactus, which he sucked to obtain meisture when water was not to be found. Bach night he lay down thinking it was last or earth, but would awaken in the morning stiff from his bruises and weak from hunger, but he staggered on, and on the ninth day struck Jerome Junction, more a han alive. He was taken care of by the railrdad people and given proper nour- ishment, and was sent north on the next He stated that he was going to aft to organize a party to search for the remains of Kennedy. Con Kennedy, a brother of the missing wan, has also started out from Williams with a large party to discover the remains. Other Victims Came Earler. From, the Chicago Times-Herald. The cecasional contributor walked into the office of the editor and bowed to that dignified but busy pet age gravely. “I would like to see the proofreader,” he said. “I have a trifling affair to adjust with him, “Very sorry,” the or replied, “but several other gentlemen have applied ahead of you for the rivilege of shooting the proofreader.” “If that dog likes beer I wouldn't give a nickel for my life.""—Life. THESTORVOF*ABIT ! MEADER! BY LOUISE BR. PAKER. —— Written Exclusively for The Evening Star. Ola Davy King stood in his doorway laughing. To look at the broad wheat fields surrounding the farm house, to take in a weep of the corn waving in the summer Lreeze, to watch the flock of turkeys sun- ning themselves in the lane, all these things were enough to make an old man laugh, but Davy King was looking inside the house as he stood in the kitchen docrway. “They're thinkin’ about bringin’ the sub- ject up in meetin’, what you think o' that, mother? Better be concentratin’ their thoughts on gittin’ the wheat crop stacked before the rain, hah? Howsomever, they got plenty a time a-Sundays.” Again the old man laughed. Some one inside the kitchen laughed, too, us little laugh. roared the old man. shouted little Davy. King did not speak until Kttle 3 laugh had died away in the kitchen, sald decidedly as she tock two from the cupboard and laid them on the brown tablecloth spread for the midday meal, “I don't see the sense o° neighbors continually peckin’ and bicker- in’ at one another fer nothin’, and it don’t uy) 1," remarked old D: dryly, “I reckon even in a hundred years once upon a time Davy King will have had the big- t right a-goin’ in the bit 0’ meader yon- Twouldn’t hurt to give ’em the road," an drive through {t; I ain't a- nut the gates is got to stand.” am Dove, he's willin’ to give the road h the whole of his farm, didn't you inquired Mrs: ." replied old Davy, “Sam's ready to act the big man all round. He lied on me up to the polls; give it out as I was thinkin’ one way and votin’ 'tother fer spite. I reckon as I'm thinkin’ and actin’ ne Way about the road; I’m thinkin’ they an no public road through the meader, m fixin’ up the gates; them two spond purty good together.” a foolish man when he's angry,” said Mrs, King, cldly, “but he ain't the cnly man thataway. All the churek people wants the road well as Sam Jove.” “That's so,".said old Davy, contentedly, all wats it. How many o' the people stuck up fer me around the How mz of ‘em weren't a-clam- erin’ on behind Sam Dove? “You ain't goin’ to ever give ‘em the road, are you, grandpapa?” cried little Davy'’s shrili voice. “You hear that!” ey a chip o’ the old block, sure, i the cld man proudly ou ain't gunno let ‘em have it claimed Mrs. King. the 1 let "em pass through fer accom- lation, mebbe, but you'll keep the gates ° gtandpap put em, eh, honey?” litle Da ht, but at hi. ie grandpap durin and little white he bed under the table every now and then in full _appreciation of gran p's jokes, You'll bring the boy up in sech a way t he'll think all the neighbors is fools,” ed Mrs. King, reprovingl; “His never give him over to you fer ‘he neighbors is a God-fearin’ lot o° customers, little Davy,” said the old man, solemnly; “and they've got a prominent matt to I s up at the next meeti: Has a old fool name v King a right to pri ta public road from goin’ through hi to’ meader? The county ain't much bent on patronizin’ sech a road, but they’r thinkin’ no doubt about kickin’ old out o' the meetin’ house; they're wantin’ a lively time a-Sabbath well as on a Sat- urday night. I got sassed awhile ago when is proppin" but the feller up one o” the gate posts, re standin’ at a safe dis- Jand. Want me to tell ycu some’n more, little Davy, ‘bout the fine hbors livin’ around _ thisaway: hah? al, Sam Dove, that’s Cap'n Dov he's the biggest man amongst us. Th was thinkin’ o’ cuttin’ the new road first through the old fool King’s little bit o’ swampy meader and then runnin’ ft a quar- ter o' mile along the Cap’n Wocdses, that would carry it over to Greenwour thar they was gunno beg a bit o' hay field, runnin’ the road close to the fence ‘so’s Greenwood couldn’t make much ado de- nyin’ gocd honest church-goin’ people a right o’ way; then the new road was fer to n into D and snake around the ence Tow IL it come to Coombses; Coombses, a bigger fool'n most was to be asked right out fer the o' his corn field, and thata 5 O reach the to me f Your gra tell you that I, actin’ the si re d out no to ‘em, th I hadn't for: a ertain lively litt! Dp occur over to the polls last ‘lection. Wal, I said 0, and Cap'n Dove immediately rises to e dous 1 he’ to hinder, je new ie Wheel ; Tecan move 1 round to t'oth de o’ the ‘and git « with the T'll have a little fencin’ to do "bout he, ‘but I'll do that fer can let’ you out at the without botherin’ Greenwood or accommodation, one end o’ them folk ou out the othe: and I wish I could let nd without a-botherin’ 1_ King.’ ‘What's the use o’ -tellin’ the child all that there nonsense,” said Mrs. King. ‘ow to come to the pint under discus- continued the old man. Your grandmother thar, little Davy, thinks as the old fool ought to hand over the land and run a fence on to t’other side to keep the stock off the new public road. What you think of it?” ’d keep my bit o’ meader,” said small Davy, bringing his hands together with an enthusiastic clap. “I wouldn’t let the cap’n ride over me, grandpap.” The old man had shoved back his chair from the table; he was standing in the door again; the expression of his fact had changed somewhat; it had assume that gentleness that one likes to see in an old man. “Wal, I dunno, Davy,” he said, “as I'd be so hard-on the folks if Sam Dove weren't in it. I've lived among ‘em all my life and six of 'em's gunno carry me to the grave. But they’ve sort o’ took up Sam Dove as a leader. Hutlo, thar, you shet that gate!” The old man’s voice rose into a perfect roar as he uttered the las rds, his eyes grew furiously angry. ‘ou shet that RDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 1895-TWENTY PAGES. gate,” he called again, “or go round by the pike; that ain't no public road.” “He's done shut it," said the small bey, peering down toward the meadow “Can you make him out, honey?” asked old Davy. “One 0! the cap’n's men, weren't he? “No, said the small boy, truthfully; twasn’t nobody but a nigger boy. “I thought you was gunno raise the roof off the house, the ,way you hollered,” re- marked Mrs. King,*evenly. “If Dove can spare a two-mile réad I should think you could let the bit @§ meader go; besides, folks is feared to through on account 0’ the Durm.” “The Durm ain’ dunno hurt nobody,” said old Davy; “tlh ain't no more harm in him than in’a calte If they set down on the Durm at the mivétin’ I'll have my say about Dove's dogs.” — The old man was; siiting in the doorway row, the small boy close beside him. Little Davy's head was resting on his grandpap’s knee, his china-blue cyes were closed, his breath was coming softly and evenly. Old Davy looked down at the little face, and then his gaze wandered toward the wheat fields, yellowing so rapidly, took in the sweep of corn, saw the turkeys hunting worms in the lane. ‘Wal,” he said, speak- ing to himself, “‘leavin’ the cap'n out, they ain't a bad set o' folks. Ef they’d ben sat- istied with the fust arrangement, and takin’ nothin’ but the strip o’ woods from Dove, they could a had the bit o’ meader, But I ain't gunno give a piece o’ road that’s as necessary as the whole big bit, and have it said that Dove give the people the road.” He’s mighty little and peaked; is that what you're thinkin’ of, father?” Mrs. King’s calm voice ow sesmed to startle the old man. he cried, rcuvghly; “I ain’t thinkin’ o’ nothin’ o’ the kind. He's big enough fer five year old.” “Johnny were bigger,” said Mrs. King. “He had stouter limbs, and weren't so -puny in the body. Davy most skeers me when he’s undressed. Johnny were bigger in every wa “Wal, you didn’t raise him,” said the old man, bluntly. “This'n is big enoush fer me, and a mighty spunky little feller. Bless you, no; he ain't afeered o’ nothin’. He took the stick to Dove's dog. If that dog had a bit him—" The old man’s face took on its expression of hate and rage. “Laws, it didn’t bite him,” cried Mrs, King. “John Peter says he b'lieves the dog was laughin’. You never was so down on anyb: uu air on Deye. If he has got iy on L if he has got an ugly temper, he ain't the only man xed thatawa: round fi “No,” said old King, “and he ain't the only an around has got some say about a public road fer the church-goers. Ef you think (fis here Mttle feller ain't str hadn't you better put him on the lounge yander, away from the draft? John Ve: 5 as he puts him in mind o’ Benjamin Stone; he says as Stone were the litle. peakedest feller he ever seen. You wouldn't know it now; weighs two hundred and fi pounds, and is a-gunno git to Congres: Mrs. King gathered the little boy into her arms, the old man helping her tenderly. “He's a mighty light weight,” she said, anxiously; “mebbe as Berjamin Stone were thisaways; I dunno; I think ef I was you, and wanted to raise the boy, I’d let ‘em have the bit o’ mcader The old man closed his lips tightly for an instant; then he spoke gravely. “You've got a lot 0° foolish notions in yer head, mother," he said. “I humored you moce’n once, but it didn’t.do no good. I let Jim Coombe’ have them seed taters, when I knowed he weren't gunno pay fer ‘em, und I got that there nigger off without a trial. But you didn’t raise Johnny.” “He weren't so Httle and peaked as this'n,”” said Mrs. King, unreasonably. “Wal, mother, I ai’t gunno do no man- ner o' foolish things ;skeerin’ myself about the boy,’’ said the ojd man impatiently. “The Lord's give to us, whether to keep or not I can’t @a¥; but I know fer one thing that Sam Déyedain’t gunno pint no fun at me about the ‘meader road on ac- count o’ a little fefler like that. ain't gunno git the~bie 0’ mead through little, Davy. Mebbe after as they can put ne awhile gppd flyin’ machine to thy re leno ck can give the zh and run the carry ‘em over ‘an whole o” the road ¢ flyin’ machine into-thef bargain.” ou're bound te td keep the Durm in oY the mead To this q el test- ily: “The Durm's got ‘aa good right to the meader as you and I have to the house. =p we SRE, anu I don't buy animals to pen ‘em up in the barn or stake ’em round the place. The meader’s a milé long, and if thar ain't room in it fer the Durm and the road, too, why the road can go. I ain’t too much fer ac- commodation anyhow. Them dogs 0’ Dove's ‘il worry the bull mad some day. T'a a shot the hound dead {f he'd a bit Davy.” “He weren’t thinkin’ o' bitin’ the child,” repeated Mrs. King; “John Peter says as he bilieves the dog were laughin’.”” The following morning old Davy busted himself measuring the bit of meadow in order to satisfy himself in regard to the exact amount of land that his neighbors coveted. He was vastly amused by the gracious good mornings of the passing neighbors, thelr gay remarks about the weather and the glorious promise in the waving wheat. “Thcy think as I’m a-measurin’ it fer the use o’ the public, jest to see how much I’m a-handin’ over,” said old Davy to the little white-haired boy, who kept close at his heels. “It ain’t sech a bit after all, Davy; r's two hills in it and a holler And a crick,” eried Da enthuslas- and a crick that can rise and spile a spell,” said the old y ‘ain't sech a little thing The road commissioners would have to put up a bridge, the county a-payin' fer it. Wal, wal, the cap'n may help along his man runnin’ fer office, but I'll keep the county from a-layin’ out a pile o’ money on the new public road.” Two hills and a hollow and a creck w Indeed to be found in the bit of meadow land that the chureh people were thinking of talking over in mecting, with the minis- ter hot on the Side of a new public road. Old King got into the habit of paying Gaily visits to the meadow; he liked to make out who the people were who quar- reled every time they had to shut the gates, and he liked to see them stare about to see if the Durm were in sight, for tales had been growing in regard to the Durm. “Jest about as playful as a calf runnin’ reund its mother,” soliloquized Davy, sr., watching his property down in the meadow enyeloped in a cloyd of dust of his own raising. ‘He ain't old ‘enough yet to turn into bull meat. But Dove best keep his dogs from worryin’ the critter if he don’t want ‘em tore to pieces. The little feller were goin’ into the hound with a stick; he ain't afecred o' hothin’; but thar won't be nobody fer to keep’ the Durm back ef the dogs is in his way. Them dogs is wuth a heap o’ money, the cap’n brags, but the Durm ain't gunno stand back fer that. I reckon he thinks he’s wuth more’n a onery dog.” * ‘The old man was standing at the outer gate one day when he beheld his enemy Iead his horse through the other gate, rause a minute, then pull a rail from off the fence, leave the gate open behind him, his horse standing loose, and run full speed toward the creek. Then up the meadow, now flying along at breakneck speed, now pausing an instant to horn the sod, Davy King beheld the Durm. “One o' them durned dogs,” he muttered, and then he raised his volce and yelled, “You shet that gate, will you!” But the cap’n did not heed if he heard. “That bull's wuth more’n @ onery dog. You tetch the Durm and I'll have the law on you.” Old King’s trembling hands tore a rail off the fence beside him, and he, too, rushed for the hollow, shouting furiously that he'd kill the dog at the first lick. Half way down the hill he stood still as if some- thing had caught him and held him fast. Below him in the hollow he saw a small figure standing waving a little red cap at the Durm. = They brought the puny little grandson home in triumph to his grandmother, a number of neighbors passing through the bit of mezdow in time to witness tho cap’n’s victory. He had not a scratch upon his small person. He was declaring, through his tears, that he would have hit the Durm if he'd have come any nearer. He was furiously angry with Cap’n Dove for killing the Durm. They brought the old _man more slowly and carefully, the cap'n tenderly holding up his head. The sudden shock had made him faint. He had ad shake-up, the cap’n said. muttered olé Davy, feebly, while mother stroked his clammy hands, “I hol- lered to him that I’d have the law on him ef he struck the Durm, and then I seen the little feller.” “Yas,"" he added, with a weak smile, “they'll git the road after all through ‘the little feller. You'll be pleased to have it thataway, I reckon.” at SSA ASH BARREL LITERATURE. How and When the Successful Author Disposes of Old Writings. From Life. “There is a great deal to read and very little worth reading,” complained the Critic, and he began to go round just to find cut why. He had not gone far when he came upon an old man with a swelled head, sitting on some laurels—which are not stich uncom- fortable things to sit on as you might think. This old man was fut and well dressed, and looked complacent. His oc- cupation was somewhat remarkable. He was emptying out an ash barrel marked D. W. T. That means Declined With Thanks, you know—and fs what is written on verses and stories when the editor and the writer do not agree upon the merits of the verses and stories. The things that the old man emptied out of the barrel were some of them very mouldy. Nevertheless, people went up to him and politely gave him good money for them. He had no trouble in disposing of them, The Critic wnt on and found sev- ral oldish men and some women, all with barreis and ail sitting on laurels— plying the same trade. ife went up to one old man. “What are you, anyway?’ he asked. “Tam a ie 11 author,” answered the old man, continuing to sell mouldy things from his barrel, which contained a lot. And what are you selling out of that barrel?” asked the Critic. Ash Bar Literature,” answered the old man, winking at the Critic, for he saw ink on the Critic's finecr, and people in the same line of business do not try to humbug each other. f “What is Ash Barrel Literature?” asked the Critle. “Things that the publishers refused when I was young, my Innocent interviewer,” answered the busy old man. “But how can you get tNem to buy things that they refu berore, now that they have gone mouldy?” asked the pertinacious Critic. “Because,” answered the old man, lay- ing his finger against his nose archly, “I have made a name. When once you have made a name you can sell mouldy things and you're very silly if you don't. They are not off-color like some ent produc- tions—it is only that they e been kept too long. They sell they’re all ed wi Why up and hustle and 8 asked the Critic, itting there on that heap of selling mouldy ones. answered the old man, i up so at my first “instead of “my real suc- I have lost the power to think new thing: What I am doing 1s much e just see what I'm iting on. ¢ n stuff, indeed! Don't you now laurels when you see them? And take my word for it, my boy—the best ese for lau: on them.” And the ¢ went quickly home and began to ‘kK an ash barrel—which is not lanrels yet. ifficult—but he has not gained the and until he has them to rest upon, he can’t empty his ash barrel. Which is a good thing, for there are a good many ash barrels being emptied just now. — Not Tempted. 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Hundreds of : ersons suffering have had the pro- * gress of the di been brought back to life and health by the scovery” of Dr. Pierce. consulting physician to the Invalids’ Hotel and Surgical Institute of Buffalo, N. ¥., essentially a germ disease, and that a rem- edy which would drive the germs and their tion, at last founda medicine which cured 98 fer cent. of all cases, if taken in the earlier ‘The tissues of the lungs being irritated by the germs and poisons in the blood circulat- there, and the lungs begin to break down, $oon the general health begins to fail, and and confused. This is the time to take Dr. Pierce’s Gold- and poisons from the blood, and has a sooth- ing effect upon the dry cough, In cases of “Golden Medical Discovery” increases the amount and quality of the blood, thus invig- ease and builds up wholesome flesh and strength after wasting diseases, as fevers fections. - Jso. M. Hite, of Au- says: “I took a severe cold which settled on my suffered intensely with it. I tried several of and they gave up all ‘of my r and thought T would cough and spit blood for hours, and I was pale discouraged when I be- gan the use of the ‘Dis- better. It has been five years since I took it and have had no return of that trouble since.” covery in the nick of Ps rom consumption stopped, and nave mee Iden Medical Years ago Dr. R. V. Pierce, now. chief tecognizing the fact that consumption was poisons from the blood would cure consump- stages of the disease. ing through them, the germs find lodgment the person feels languid, weak, faint, drowsy en Medical Discovery; it drives the germs bronchitis the ‘ Discovery.” is invaluable. orating and fortifying the system against dis- pacunionis: grip and other debilitating af dibon, Audubon Co., 1a.. lungs and chest, and T our best physicians here ave to die. I woul and weak. 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From the New York Herald. “Never marry a woman with a scuare, prominent chin,” said the philosopher with a beard, gazing abstractedly out of the car window, “unless you want a boss. “And don’t go off and get a wife with a retreating chin, cither, if you care to know just what's going to happen when you come home at in the morning.” This wise observation came from a small, nerv- ous man on the opposite seat. “That's right,” put in a third, a slovenly looking, stout gentleman in a red necktie that had gone wrong, “that’s right; nor a woman with one of those little, round, sharp-pointed chins, for she'll expect too much of you, sure. She won't wash—no, sir; she won't wash.’ “But I don’t want to get married,” I pro- ted. “I don’t want a boss. Neither do I t a woman who will take in washina. If I did want to get married I'd never think of hunting up a woman by her chin.” “The chin is the best indicator of a wo- man’s true disposition,” replied the philoso- pher. “By her chin ye shall know her. Now, there is an ideal domestic chin up there in the end of this car—the other end. One of those kind of chins, neither pointed nor square, retreating nor prominent, but round and dimpled—the blue shirt waist’ “Hold on there, old man!” exclaimed a red-faced man, h a slight discoleration beneath his left eye, who had been listen- ing from an adjacent seat. “You have been chinning there about chins a long time, ard I ain't said no word, becaus it ain’t nore o’ my business, but now yot bring in the ttle woman in the blue waist up there, who has been a watchin’ down this way, and she’s my wife, and you're dead wrong and don't know nothin’ about chins. That’s what! For she can talk the whitewash off'n a fence and does her wash before bre fas every Monday. And if you are looking for a boss she’s right in it. As for knowin’ what she’il do when you come in full at 2 o’clock in the morninz— do you see that eye of mine? Huh! You fellers meke me sick!" The philosopher looked silently out of the car window while the rest of us busily got our traps together for the ne&t station. ——2e0 ‘True. From Texas Siftings. A swallow may not make a summer, @ frog makes a spring. but You fry fish or oysters in Cottolene they will not be : Always have the® skillet or frying pan cold 4 when the Cottolene is put in. Remember that Cottoleneg heats to the cooking point B sooner than lard and that it® must not be allowed to burn. § oltolene| when rightly used, never im- parts to the food any disa-§ greeable greasy odor or fla- vor. For pastry or any shortening purpose, but 2. the quantity that was form- erly used of lard, is neces- é sary if Cottolene : is used Look forthe Cottolens trade-marks—“Cot- tolene” and steer’s head in cotion- plant xrreath—on every tin. THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPANY, Chicago, and 114 Commerce Street, Baltimore. If the Siemens-Lungren Gas Lamp only saved the gas it would be worth more than 25c. a month—the cost of renting it per month. But it sheds a beautiful white light—and is ab- solutely safe. 25c. a month rental” Gas Appliance Exchange, 1428 N. ¥. ave. au2s-284 Gray Hair A thing of the past when Nattans’ Crystal Dis- covery “is used. Guaranteed to restore. gray or al color in 8 to 10 days— he hair from falling the nicest dressing ison. 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