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pa anes a a renters imcmnecrmnnrnance eaten wea Sy WOMAN AND THE WHEEL. From the Gazette, Delaware, Ohio, The healthfulness of bicycle riding for ‘women is still a disputed question between eminent physicians and health reformers. Used in moderation it surely creates for women a means of out-door exercise, the benefit of which all physicians concede. Used to excess, like any other pastime, its effect is likely to be dangerous. The experience of Miss Bertha Reed, the seventeen-year-old daughter of Mr. J. R. Reed, 335 Lake St., Delaware, Ohio, may gone a moral for parents who, like Mr. and rs. Reed, have experienced some concern for their daughters who are fond of wheel- ing. In the fall of "96 Miss Bertha who had ridden a great deal, began to fail in an alarming manner. She grew steadily paler and thinner, and it appeared she was going into consumption. Rest and quiet did her absolutely no good. A physi- cian found her pulse at 10i—a very high rate. Thinking this may have been due to tempo- rary - nervous- ness when he on examined her, She Rides Well. v0 watcher her closely, but ker pulse contin- ued at thatrate for two weeks. He was satisfied then,from her high pulse and steadily wasting condition that she was suffering from anemia or a bloodless condition of the body. She became extremely weak, and could not stand the least noise or excitement. In this condition of affairs they were recommended by an old friend to get some of that famous blood medicine, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People. They did so, and almost from the first dose Bertha began to improve. She continued to take the pills and was by means of those pills made entirely well, and more grateful people than her parents can- not be found in the whole State of Ohio. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills have proved a boon to womankind. Acting directly on the blood and nerves, they restore the re- quisite vitality to all parts of the bod. creating functional regularity and perfect harmony throughout the nervous system. The pallor of the cheeks is changed to the delicate blusn of health; the eyes brighten; the muscles grow elastic, ambition is creased and good healt retnrns. Defined. Pop, what is the lull before the storm Papa—The heneymoon, my Truth. son.— Modesty. “It seems harder for men to be really good nowadays than it was a few years uid the student of history replied Senator ago, “That’s very true,” Sorghum; very true, indeed. But Iam inclined to think that we get better paid for it nowadays.’—Washington Star. The Baldwin Locomotive Works of Philadelphia, have recenuy deliv- ered to the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad company t of the large order of locomotives placed last fall. This deliv- ery included twenty heavy engines which are now being broken in for service be- tween Cumberland and Baltimore. These locomotives are of the same style that the motive power department adopted h econd andard for the first and y are of the con inch cylinders and the ad that they pull approximates ty) average | 1,800 tons. No Tool of “Brudder Waalter, has’n I allus done tole you hon’sty wa’ de bes’ policy? ah, but I quit pol jined de chu’ch. It’s ob de wiles ob s tan, sah.” AN OPEN LETTER TO MOTHERS, We are asserting in the courts our right to the exclusive use of the word “CASTORIA.” and “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as our Trade Mark. I, Dr. Samuel Pitcher, of Hyannis, Massa- chusetts, was the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same that has borneand does now bear the fac-simile signature of CHAS. H. FLETCHER on every wrapper. This is the original ‘‘PITCHER’S CASTORIA” which has been used in the homes of ihe mothers of America for over thirty years. Look carefully at the wrapper and see that it is “the kind you have always bought,”’ and has the signature of CHAS. H. FLETCHER on the Wrapper. No one has authority from me to use my name ex- cept The Centaur Company of which Chas H. Fletcher is President. March 8, 1897. SAMUEL PITCHER, M. D. Came His Way. ‘Tommy,” said the gentle-faced grandmother, “you're a regular little glutton. How can you eat so much?” “Don’t know. Guess It’s just good luck.” No-To-Bac for Fifty Cents. Guaranteed tobacco habit cure, makes weak mén strong, blood pure. 50c,1. ‘All druggists. A key ring—the sound of the tuning fork. Reware of Ointments for Catarrh That Contain Mereury. as mercury will surely destroy the sense of smell ‘and completely dercnge the whole system when entering it through the muco fi Such articles should never be v pt_on prescriptions from reputab) icians, as the damage fold to the good you from them. Hall's can possib Catarrh ( ney & Co. do, O., contd no mer- cury and is en internally, acting di- rectly upon the blood and muco' sur- faces of the system. In buying Hall's Ca- tarrh be sure you get the genuine. 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Mrs, Winslow's sootnrng Syrup For children teething.softens the gc-us.reduces inflany mation.allays p cures ¥ > cents a bottla When two women mingle their tears they are sadly mixed. Don't Tobacco Sni- and Smoke Your Life Awry, To quit tobacco eastly and forever, be mag. netic, full of life, nerve and vigor, take No-To- Bae, the wonde Ir that makes weak men strong. Alldr . hie. or $1. Cure guaran- teed. Booklet sample free. Address Sverling Remedy Co., Chicago ar New York Easter Lilies Fading. See! those Easter lilies laid On the cross begin to fade. If the one who bore them hither Had a faith that will not wither; If he hath within his bosom Love to God and man in blossom, Tho’ his dearest hopes decay, Health and riches pass away, Unseen crosses he can dress And give life Easter cheerfulness. —Fletcher Bates. “Young ladies,” began Miss Sanders. Several of the younger girls always giggled when their Sunday school teacher began that way. Partly be- cause the humor of being called “young ladies” struck them; partly be- cause they were pleased by the com- pliment; partly because they were young and couldn’t help it. Miss Sanders went on to explain io the “young ladies” that the church would be decorated next Saturday for the Easter celebration, and that if each pupil brought a pot of lilies the class would be well represented. . “I have a lovely pot of lilies at home, Miss Sanders,” said Esther Shaw, eagerly, when the class was dis- missed. “It has six lilies on it, and it is so tall—taller than any in the flor- ist’s.” “That is very nice, Esther,” smiled Miss Sanders. “Bring it early. If it is so pretty you shall have a good place for it.” Esther went home with springing feet. She had watched and tended that lily so carefully all winter. How glad she was now! Mr. Leamer, the florist, had none prettier than that. It would be the tallest there. Mrs. Shaw had al- ways encouraged Esther in her love for flowers. It seemed as if the little girl was to be rewarded for her work. The next morning Esther had an er- rand to do before school. “IT can’t wait,” she said, hastily, when two of the girls stopped to ask about the church decorations. “Yes, my lily is splendid! I'll tell you at re- cess!” She knocked at Mrs. Morgan’s door —up one flight, back—and opened it, scarcely waiting for a “Come in.” “I’m in such a hurry, Mrs. Morgan,” she began, “but mother wants to know if you can’t let her have the aprons to- day?” Mrs. Morgan, a thin woman in black, rose from the bed beside which she was sitting. “I’m sorry, Miss Esther,” she said. “IT wanted to let your mother have them, but Freddy’s been sick again, and they’re not done yet.” A wasted-looking boy lay on the bed with a crutch beside him. His big, SHE TALKED IT OVER WITH MOTHER. feverish-looking eyes start. “Is he very sick, Mrs. Morgan?” “No worse than he has been before,” replied the woman, turning away. “But he wants to be amused and have things to look at, and I can’t always sew.” made Esther a } ; \ j | Esther had two or three pinks in her hand. Noticing that the little boy looked at them eagerly, the kind-heart- ed child approached the bed. “Will you have them, Freddy?” The sick boy reached out his hand quietly, without speaking, and Esther laid the flowers in it. ‘ “Thank you, Miss Esther,” said the mother, gratefully. “He always loved flowers so. But flowers cost something at this time of year.” Like a flash a thought darted through Esther’s brain—my lilies! “He may have those,” she answered, hastily. ‘I meant them for the teacher, but she always has lots. It doesn’t matter!” She ran down the stairs, scarcely hearing Mrs. Morgan’s “Tell your mother I will finish the work by to- morrow.” She walked rapidly down the street, trying to push out the little thought which came again and again as fast as she rejected it: “To give Freddy my lily? Not to take it to the church! Oh, I couldn’t do that!” There was little time for talk. School was beginning. At recess, when the girls talked over their plans for flow- ers, Esther ran away to play a lively game. She wanted neither to talk nor think. When she was alone that night her one thought was: “No, I can’t do it! I cannot!” “Mother, do you think Freddy is very sick?” she asked the next day. “T don’t suppose he will ever be per- fectly well again,” answered Mrs. Shaw. “Why?” “His mother says he likes things— flowers’—began Esther slowly. “I don’t suppose she can give him much beyond bread and butter. You WOULD YOU LIKE THIS? may take him some jelly today, if you like, Esther!” The little boy still lay upon the bed when Esther came in with the jelly. The pinks stood in a cup beside his hand. “I believe those flowers did him more good than anything yet, Miss,” said Mrs. Morgan, who sat sewing near the window. ‘He always was that fond of flowers! It was good of you to think of giving them to him.” Es- ther sighed. “Could I do it?” she thought. She watched the boy take a spoonful of the jelly and lie back again languidly. “Is he very sick, Mrs. Morgan?” she asked again. “Oh, he'll be all right when he can run out and see the roses and the lilies and the daisies.” His mother came and shook up his Pillow, and then she moved the flowers a little nearer and took the jelly away. Esther walked home with the ques- tion unanswered in her heart. Then she stood before the lily and consid- ered it. “I suppose Freddy would think it was beautiful, and it would keep in bloom a long time if his mother wa- tered it. And I know he’s pretty sick, and I suppose I really ought to be glad to give it to him, if I can. But—oh, dear, it would be the tallest one, and prettier than any one’s, and*I did want to put it with the other girls’!” After all, it wasn’t an easy problem for a little girl to solve. It seemed pretty big to Esther. The lily got a little salt water that afternoon. By and by Mrs. Shaw, coming in, found Esther still staring at the lily, with red cheeks and suspiciously brizht eyes. “What is it, little girl?” So she told her mother all about it, and somehow the question seemed to clear as she talked it out. “But yet it did seem right to take it to the church,” she said, in a slightly puzzled tone. “Well, you see, Essie, that depends! —— — Perhaps it wasn’t so much taking it te church that you liked as the fact that it was a bigger lily than the others.” Esther’s cheeks flushed. “You see, girlie, the flowers in church mean something more'than just a love- ly flower growing out of the dark earth. They mean life coming out of death and good out of evil.” “Yes, mamma—I know.” “You meant to give your flower in church because every one would ad- mire its beauty. You can mage your gift still more beautiful if you decide to give it to a little child who has no other flower to make his Easter hap- py.” “Ye-es,” responded Esther. She did spend a few more sighs over the matter. Esther was only a little girl. But, after all, it is braver to do what one feels to be right, when it is hard work than when one is excited by a feeling of one’s own goodness. She carried the flower to Freddy the next day. ‘“’Cause, you see, mamma,” she explained, “he might as well begin right away to keep Easter, if my lily is going to help him do it.” “It is very good of you, I’m sure,” said the tired mother when Esther had presented her flower. “Your other flowers have done him much good.” The sick boy was propped up in a chair. He smiled and brightened, look- ing at the wonderful white flowers, and put out his fingers to touch the waxen leaves. Esther stood and looked at him, and as she saw his admiration of her lily, a little feeling of satisfaction that she had decided rightly began to grow in her heart. “TI hope you will water it, Mrs. Mor- gan,” she said. “I will,” answered Freddy, nodding “Mother will give me the water.” “There! It’s made him feel better al- ready,” exclaimed the mother, looking fondly from the lily to the boy. I do not think the Easter lilies looked less lovely to Esther because her own was not among them. Sometimes there are lilies that grow in our hearts EVA LOVETT, The Easters Marching On. Do ye hear the song of triumph, Breaking o’er the brink of dawn,— Hear the gladness and the glory Of the Easters marching on? Hark! The universe is throbbing To its sweet, unbroken chime, Lo! The ages are resounding With its choral strain sublime! Do ye hear its echoes ringing Down the centuries long gone,— Do ye mark the rhythmic footfall the Easters marching on? Do 'ye see their banners gleaming, And their serried cohorts bright, And their standards high uplifted, Radiant with celestial light? See sin skulking, shadows scatter, Conquered death grow weak and wan, Terrors fleeing from the highway Of the Easters marching on;— See the grave, so dark and dreaded, Now become a royal bed Which the King of Kings hath hal lowed,— Where is neither Death, nor dead! Do ye know the holy joy:ng, Breathing blissful benison, Sorrow’s keenest dart destroying,— Of the Easters marching on? Feei ye not the wings of healing Chase afar the clouds of gloom, As earth thrilled with glad rejoicing, Bursts to bright and _ beauteoug bloom? With one mighty song victorious, With one glorious antiphon, With one watchword, are the legions Of the Easters marching on. “Christ hath risen, hath abolished Satan’s disinherison! Life immortal, life eternal!” Shout the Easters marching on! —dJulia Zitella Cocke, APRIL. By Mary Mitchel. Oh! April is a dainty dame, She wears the sweetest dresses! Her eyes are like the still blue flame, And sun-gold are her tresses, Her wee, wee feet are soft and fleet, Her form one barely guesses. Oh! Asril is a dainty dame, And wears the softest dresses! Oh! April is a dainty dame! Of all the year-child faces, Hers never stays an hour the same, She has so many graces! Her smile or sigh, it is so shy, Half hid in budding mazes, For April is a dainty dame, And wears the finest laces. Noted women have shown no pre cocious desire to wed and make home of their own. George Eliot was neare 40 than 30 when she married for th first time and close upon 60 when her second marriage took place in 1880, BREAD, POTATOES and MILK. A Dyspeptics daily diet. Dyspepsia it one of the most prevalent of diseases. Thousands of people suffer from it ina more or less aggravated form. Few diseases are more painful to the individual or more far reaching in their effects on human life and happiness. What the dys- peptic needs is not locai treatment, not mere temporary stimulus. The real need is the toning up of the entiresystem. For- tify the system and it will do its own fight- ing, and promptly eject any intruding disease. The success of Dr. Ayer’s Sarsa- parilla in curing indigestion and dyspep- sia is due to just this quality which it possesses, of renewing the vital forces, repairing the waste and loss of the body. The ordinary treatment brings the food down to the level of the weak stomach. Dr. Ayer’s Sarsaparilla puts strength into the stomach, and brings it up to the level of the strong food fit for men. It does this by strengthening the entire system. The stomach cannot stay weak when all the other organs are gaining strength. What +Dr, Ayer’s Sarsaparilla will do for dyspep- sia is best illustrated in cases like that of M.S. Shields, Meridian, Miss. Mr. Shields had got down to the last level of dyspepsia. But let him tell his own story :— “For years, I was afflicted with dyspep- sia which gradually grew worse until T could eat nothing but bread and potatoes seasoned with a little salt, and drink only alittle milk. 1 became so bad that atrifle too much of even these caused terrible suffering in the regions of the stomach, darting pains back of the eyes; attended with dizziness and partial loss of sight. The only way 1 could get relief was by vom iting. Finally I had such a severe attack that the entire left side of my body felt numb and partially paralyzed, and in this condition, I was taken to ‘my room uncon- scious. The physicians failed to help me, and none of the many remedies I took did me any good. At last a friend presented me with a bottle of Dr. Ayer’s Sarsaparilla and before I had used half of it, I could see a decided change for the better. I used three bottles and was so completely cured that for four years I have not been troubled with the old Complaint, but am rugged and hearty and able to eat anything that can be eaten. It would be impossible to say too much in praise of Dr. Ayer’s Sarsapa- rilla, and I would not give one bottle of it for a dozen of any other kind.”—M. S SHIELDs, Meridian, Miss. , Try Dr. Ayer’s Sarsaparilla if you are dyspeptic. If you want more testimony to the value of the medicine, get Dr. Ayer’s Curebook. It is sent free on request by the J. C. Ayer Co., Lowell. How He Told His Story. An author who had been unsuccess- ful in getting a story accepted, though j he had kept it going for three years, noticing that the manuscript was badly worn by constant transmission in the mails, forwarded it by express to the last available publication on his list, valuing it at $75. He was in tuck this time. The story was lost en route, and no trace of it could be found. 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