Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, April 6, 1901, Page 6

INVENTION OF PRINTING, The Chinese Developed the Art Cent- s Before Guttenberg. o (A. D, 881-954) is best known to the Chinese asa versatile pol- itician who served, first and last, un- der no less than ten emperors of four different houses, and gave himself a sobriquet which finds its best English equivalent in the * r of Bray. in his history of “Chinese Litera- ture,” published by the Appletons, Dr. Giles tells how Tao presented himself { the second emperor of ty, and positively asked He said he had no home, » and very little brains; a statement which appears to have ap- peated forcibly to the Tartar monarch, who at once pointed him grand tu- ir apparent. , on the other hand, he By foreigne emembered as the in- ventor of the art of block-printing. It seems indeed, thatt some crude his invention had al- ready wn in the 1 > masty; but i] the date of the Feng Tao, it w nly not applied to the produc of boo six y after his death the “fir ’ house of Sung was finally plished on the throne, and the urd printing of | books blocks be a familiar Chinese people. handicraft with the Years of Toailso: the Choc Little Yor} time he ards en- ary work Thom»: preached i tering on th among tl octaw Indians. For five s he lived and labored among the -bloods of the Western | prairies, until, on 4 1885, hav- ing lost his which eh commenced among tt ns of the various tribes scattere: West. This iy work involved a great deal of travel over the prairies. The drinking © much alkali water ey troubles which ter- Ss. boring among the , Indian Ter- as stricken special- ned, and after a careful ed that there was ist wa examir of the cures of Dia- I gained strength time I commenced am now ¢ the sligh ole. “Tam 6 of age. I nders Dodd's Kidn I can certainly and vouch that at is claimed for them. ainly been a God-send ls are the only rem- er cured Bright’s Dis- ease, Diabetes or Dropsy, and they never fail. Hixtory Repenting Itself. Town dispatch says that the s in South Africa regard ented. Austrian generals, after first campaign, wrote the peror: young soldier is crazy; he ig- ’ blished rules of war; he » (.e winter time, and turns up Hi sorts of places.” vks wrote the secretary of rly part of 1862: y mind, my opponent, Jackson, —Denver Times. Pile and Fistula Cure. Sample treatment of our Red Cross Pile and 'Fistuia Cure and book explaining cause and cure »any address for four cents im s. & Co., Minneapolis, Minn. soa to Be a Lawyer. Miss Ruth F. Mason, daughter of Senator Mason, proposes to join her father and brother in the law business. She w iuated by the National i rtment in June, and tions to begin a gen- enator Mason says his ce a good lawyer, and abition to begin daughte \ he approves he practice in this Ocean. ‘so’s Cure for Consumption has on equal fur coughs aud colds.—Joan F Borex, Trinity Springs, Jnd., Feb. 15, 1900. Incredible. Strang Could you direct me to the Carneg ibrar Citizen—The Carnegie library? There fs none in this town. ¥ do not belie “What!” WE CAN § SS, Have some attractive op: in all lines. References, Odium-Kur' n Co. Phoenix Bld Minneapolis. Not 2 plainer. “I'm afraid that you won't be able to explain your attitude in this matter,” said the friend, doubtfully. “I'm not going to try to explain,” said Senator Sorghum. “Life {is too short to do anything but go ahead and transact business. I can hire people to do my explaining for me.’’—Washing- ton Star. Mrs, Winsiow’s Soothing Syrup. 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Seen him out with her DOWOOODODODOODODOGODOOS COOQ) ©) ©) oe Che. oo Easter Lilies DOQOQOQOODODOSHOOOOSIHDOOOHOOSS Brunetta Roth burst unceremonious- ly into her friend’s room. “Mary,” she cried, “is it possible DOODOQOSGOS. ; you have refused Christopher Patton?” Mary Vane, a tall, pretty girl, who was adjusting her fur collarette be- her soft cheeks flushing scarlet. “Why, Brunetta,” she exclaimed, “how can you expect me to answer such a question?” Brunetta, who was small and stout, and attired in the height of the pre- vailing mode, sank down in a chair and laughed. “I didn’t expect you to answer it. There is no necessity you should do so. Mr. Patton told Tom last night that you had thrown him over. I don’t s2e | how your conscience allowed you to . when I picked up | act so. He is such a catch—young and | good-looking. Best of all, he is enor- mously wealthy.” Mary smiled as she speared a crown of her demure little turban with a long pin. She was thinking of a man who | was no longer young—near forty, per- | haps—who was handsomer in her eyes than all other men, and who was by no means wealthy. “T really believe,"went on Miss Roth, “that you have an absurd fancy for Charlie Everett—I do, indeed!” Mary’s smile became quizzical. “Really?” she said. “Oh, I have no patience with you!” declared Brunetta, wrathfully. “You've known Charlie Everett three or four years. All this time he has been most devoted to you, but not one of your friends knows to this day whether you are engaged or not.” The smile faded from Mary’s lips.* “We are not,” she answered, and the | Say little cousin fancied her tone was sad. “And yet you have been more gra- | clous to him than to any of the others,” pursued Miss Roth, relentlessly. “Mary, are you in love with him?” “Isn’t that,” counter-questioned Mary, evasively, “what the lawyers would call a leading question? I don’t wish to seem rude, or to hurry you, Brunetta, but I have an engagement to sign some papers this afternoon at the office of Deal & Burrit. Can’t you come with me?” “Yes. I must see Mme. Mireau about my Easter hat. One must arrange with her in time, as she is always rushed with orders. Are those papers con- nected with your uncle’s will?” “He left you everything! What a I suppose now you feel you can afford to marry whom you please.” The conversation again turned on Charlie Everett as the girls rode down town together on the Metropoiitan Ele- vated. “He is a mysterious fellow, netta remarked. “Mysterious!” Mary sent her a sud- den look of inquiry. “What do you mean?” “Well, there really is reason why he should be considered a good deal of an enigma, While not wealthy like Chris- topher Patton, Tom tells me he has a good salary, and adds to this by writ- But you know he does not spend money as other men in our class do. He is not liberal in the matter of thea- He lives quietly. He has no expensive habits. Where, then, does his money g0?” Mary Vane was silent. “There is one house in the suburbs where he is known to frequently vis- it,” the other went on. Brunetta, as will be observed, was not above enjoy- ing a gossip. “Two women live there. Bru- ; One is apparently a superior sort of a servant. The other is a pretty, deli- cate-looking little creature of about twenty-five or thereabouts. Occasion- ally Mr. Everett takes her driving through the parks. Has he ever men- tioned her to you?” Mary forced herself to answer: “No.” “Nor to anyone else. But I have Who is she?” A feeling of unrest, an undefinable fear, thrilled the heart of Mary Vane. She recalled the night Charlie Everett had told her of his love. “I cannot now ask you to be my wife,” he had said. “I will some day, God willing. The time may not be far off, but I love you too well to bind you by a promise you might later find burdensome. And yet—dear, you will trust me and wait?” “T will wait for you till I die!” she had replied, and had questioned him not at all. Then he had protested that this was not an engagement—that she was free—quite free. Only he was bound. “Very well,” she had agreed. “We are not engaged.” But the understanding that existed between them was sweet to both. That was a year ago. And now she had to acknowledge to herself that she knew little more of his private life or of his personal af- fairs than she knew then. She was unusually silent as she and Brunetta descended the steps and walked to- gether to the lawyer’s office. Her er- rand there attended to, Mary Vane went with Brunetta to see about the latter’s Easter hat. Then the two walked down State street just as the matinee-goers were flocking from the theaters, Brunetta paused suddenly before a florist’s window. “O, I had almost forgotten! Mamma told me to order some flowers for to- morrow. Will you come in with me?” They stood a few minutes admiring AY “TWENTY-EIGHT LILIES,” HE SAID the display in the window, the golden daffodils, and shy blue crocuses, pure lilies of the valley, flaunting tulips, starry jasmine, and cool green ferns forming a tender background for them all. The attendants were busy when they entered. The girls stood back of a high rubber tree admiring some rare chrysanthemums when the door was flung open and a gentleman came in. He was of medium height and had a kind, brown-bearded, thoughtful face. Not noticing any one in the store he went directly to the counter. To a man at that instant disengaged he gave his order. “Twenty-eight lilies,” he said. “Yes —like those. Have them tied with broad white satin ribbon. Send to this address.” And he laid a card and a bill on the counter. An instant later he had received his change and walked out. The girls stared at each other. “That,” gasped Brunetta, “was Char- lie Everett!” “Yes, I know,” murmured Mary. Before she could put out her hand to stop her meddlesome friend the “Oh, she cried. “She is dead!” latter had stepped to the counter and read the address on the card which lay. there. “Just as I thought,” she remarked a few minutes later, when they were out in the street together. “The ad- dress is 14 Forest Avenue, Idlewild. That is the suburb in which his mys- terious acquaintance of whom I told you lives.” That number, street, place, burned in Mary’s brain. She parted from Bru- netta and went home. A fierce fever of jealousy possessed her. Who was this woman to whom he sent Lenten lilies? Idlewild was directly south of her own home. the pretty place. She would go there, She would call at the house. She would ask the lady who dwelt therein: “What is Charlie Everett to you?” When that was answered she would know how worthy of continued loyalty was her confessed lover. But not until the morning. She would not go until morn- ing. “Shame to doubt him!” cried her heart through all the sleepless night that followed. But her rigid will si- lenced that assailing protest. So the morning of the beautiful day that followed found her at the gate of a cosey cottage set back amid a group of bare-branched maples. There were drifts of snow in the littlt garden, but the air was warm with the effulgent prescience of spring. So peaceful was the place, the hour, her courage almost failed her. All the blinds were down. The entrance she chose brought her to a side door. She rang the bell. A maid appeared. “May I—”’ Mary Vane began, then faltered. For whom should she ask? “Yes,” the girl replied. “Come in.” Marveling, Mary followed her. She led the way into a front room. The curtains were drawn. Tapers burned in the dimness. At first Mary fancied that— “There was silence, and nothing there But silence, and scents of eglanterre, And jasmine, and roses, and reose- mary—” Then she saw that there was some- thing else. A coffin, and in it lying a white-robed form, with folded hands, and lilies lying on the pulseless breast. Mary shrank back. “Oh,” she cried: “She is dead.” “Yes, Miss. I thought you wished to see her. A good many of the neigh- bors were in last evening. She had many friends hereabout for all her misfortunes. Ain’t those lilies beauti- ful? Mr. Charlie sent them. Twenty- eight for twenty-eight years.” Mary went nearer, looked down on the dead face, a young face which had once been lovely, but bore the unmis- takable impress of sorrow and suffer- ing. “It’s not many.men,” went on the servant, wiping her eyes, “who would do what Mr. Charlie did. After his brother was injured in that railroad wreck four years ago he begged Mr. Charlie in dying to take care of his young wife. Mr. Charlie promised him. He has supported her and given her every comfort since. She was al- ways weakly, and when her mind gave out from brooding over her husband’s death, and she was such a charge, Mr. Charlie was that gentle and patient with her—my! She had spells of un- derstanding. Then she’d beg not to be sent to an asylum—not that Mr. Char- lie would think of such a thing. She wouldn’t hurt a bird, poor dear! There! That is Mr. Charlie now!” A step crossed the hall. Looking pale and worn, Charlie Everett came into the room. His face lighted up at sight of his sweetheart. “You—Mary!” he cried. “Hush!” she begged. She broke down, crying bitterly. ‘Don’t look at me—don’t speak to me until I have told you how it is that I am here.” She brokenly whispered the truth. “You can never trust me again,” she said in conclusion. He took her in his arms. “Perhaps I should have spoken to you of her, but I hated to cast so dark a shadow over your young life. I could not keep up two households, and she was penniless. She was my charge before I learned to love you. My first duty was to her. The doctors agreed she could not live long. As for trust- ing—my dearest, you must forgive me for not having confided in you—I you, for your doubt of me. So we are equal. Is it not Whittier who writes: “Love scarce is love that never knows The sweetness of forgiving!” They passed out together into the brilliance of the Sabbath morning. Occasion Is Tricky. Fortune is like the market, where many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall; and again, it is some- times like Sibylla’s offer, which at first oitereth the commodity at full, then consumeth part and part, and still holdeth up the price; for occasion (as it is in the common verse) “turneth a bald noddle after she hath presented her locks in front and no hold taken,” | or, at least, turneth the handle of the bottle first to be received, and after the belly, which is hard to clasp.— Francis Bacon. During the last century the Bibi was translated into 250 languages, and it is now sccessible to nine-tenths of the world’s population. A cable car ran out to’ CONGRESSMAN BOTKIN The Well-Known Kansas Statesman, Cured of Catarrh of the Stomach by Pe-ru-na. AFTER TWENTY-FIVE YEARS’ SUFFERING. More Evidence of Interest to the Millions of Catarrh Sufferers in the United States. ° ) iy lf 2 Wie WY) Y SSS es Se RS HON. J. D. BOTKIN, CONGRESSMAN-AT-LARGE FROM KANSAS. In a recent letter to Dr. Hartman, Congressman Botkin, of Winfield, Kan., whose fame is a national one, says of Peruna: My Dear Doctor:—«‘It gives me pleasure to certify to the excellent curative qualities of your medicines—Peruna and Manalin. I have been afflicted more or less for a quarter of a century with catarrh of the stomach and constipation. A residence in Washington has increased these troubles. A few bottles of your medicine have tion of them will effect a permanent cure. ven me almost complete relief, and 1 am sure that a continua- Peruna is surely a wonderful rem- edy for catarrhal affections.’’—J. D. Botkin, Congressman-at-Large. the most influential and best known men in the State of Kan- eas, Whatever he may say on any subject will be accepted by the people as the truth. So famous a remedy as Peruna could not have well escaped the attention of so famous a man. He not only has heard of the remedy, but he has used it and was relieved of an af- fiction of twenty-five years’ standing. Peruna is the one internal remedy that cures chronic catarrh. It cures catarrh wherever located. This is a fact that the people are rapidly finding out, but there are still a large multitude who need to know it. Mr. Frank Richter, of Winona, Minn., says in a letter to The Peruna Medicine Company: “As a remedy for catarrh I take pleasure in recommending Peruna for catarrh of the stomach. I know what it is to be afflicted with this awful dis- ease and consider it my duty to say a word in behalf of the remedy which gave me such relief. Peruna cured me, and. I know it will cure any one else who suffers from this disease. It gives me great pleasure to testify to the cur- ative effects of this medicine. Peruna is a well tested and frequently used remedy, and for catarrh of the stom- 6 ee, BOTKIN is one of | ach it is unsurpassed. “My catarrh was principally located in my head and stomach. I tried many remedies without success. I tried sev- eral doctors. but they were unable to eure me. I read of Peruna in the pa- pers and five bottles cured me,”— Frank Richter. The gastric juice is secreted by the mucous follicles of the stomach. When this juice is normal it digests (dis- solves) the food without producing any @isturbance whatever. If, however, the gastric juice is not normal, digestion causes many disagreeable symptoms. This condition is known as indigestion. Peruna will cure this. Mrs. Selina Tanner, Athens, 0O., writes: “I cannot find words to express my thanks for your kind advice. I never once thought I had ca- tarrh of the sto- mach. I com- menced taking Peruna as you directed. My sto- mach continued to hurt me for about two weeks after I began the medicine and then it stopped. [ now have a good appetite while before I was nearly starved.” —Mrs. Selina Tanner. Mr. L. QO. Marble, of Geneva, Neb., writes: “I do believe that my catarrh is en- tirely cured. I have not had any trouble with my stomach for a long time. I am ag well as one of my age could expect (seventy years). I have had the ca- tarrh ever since I was a young man, and have doctored for it for years and got very little better, but thanks to you and your Peruna and Manalin I believe Tam well of it. I can eat anything now and it doesn’t hurt me, and Peruna is the only thing I have ever found that will cure the catarrh. I believe it is the only cure for catarrh, and I hope every one troubled with catarrh will try Pe- Tuna and be cured.”—L. 0. Marble. If you do not derive prompt and sat- isfactory results from the use of Pe- runa, write at once to Dr. Hartman, giving a full statement of your case and he will be pleased to give you his valuable advice gratis. Address Dr. Hartman, president of the Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus, 0. Mrs. Selina Tanner. eo ——————___e Nigh Praise. Penelope—That was a fine masquer- ade ball, wasn’t it? Perita—Wasn’t it? I never saw you look so well in my life?—Detroit Free Press. —Ohio State Journal ed Last Week Inventors. Andrew H. Anderson, Minneapolis, Minn., sewing machine; Delbert E. Barton, Minneapolis, Minn., cultivator; Budd Reeve, Buxton, N. D., portable farm elevator and car loader; John Schultz, Altany, Minn., band cutter for | threshing machines; August Swanson, Red Wing, Minn., securable garment | pin; Howard A. Turner, Minneapolis, Minn., car for stock or other freight; Oscar H. Uvaas, wrench; Johannes Wee, Minn., manure distributing Nitaiotinar ohnson. patent attorneys, e012 Pioneer Press ‘Blag.. St. Paul, Minn, Generous Playing. Ethel—Mamma told me I could stay in the parlor last night while Mr, Hug- gard was calling on sister Bess, Elsie-—Did she? Ethel—Yes, and it was great fun. We played blind man’s buff, and they let me be the blind man nearly all the time.—Philadelphia Press. Lamberton, Minn., | Oak Park, | Somewhat Similar. “Were you ever taken for a minis- ter?” asked the soubrette. “No,” said the leading man with the spiritual face, “but I’ve been treated like one.” “Eh?” “I have sometimes been compelled to wait six or seven months for my sal- ary.’’—Indianapolis Press. Deafness Cannot Be Cured by local applications, as they cannot reach the diseased portion of the ear. There is only ono way to cure deafness, and that is by consti- tutional remedies. Deafness 1s caused by an inflamed condition of the mucus lining of the Eustachian Tube. When this tube is inflamed yon have u rumbling sound or imp: rfect hear- ing, and when it is entirel; Closed deatness is the result, and unless the inflammation can be taken out and this tube restored to its normal condition, hearing will be destroyed forever; nine cases out of ten are caused by Chali which is nothing but an inflamed condition oi the mucus surfaces. We will give One Hundred Dollars forany case | of Deafness (caused by catarrh) that cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh Cure. Send for circulars, free. F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, 0 Sold by Drugzists, 7c. Hall's Family Pills are the best. How She Would Do It._ He was old and she was young. He was going off for a long trip. “Do not forget me, darling.” “I won't dear,” and she ‘took off her wedding ring to keep herself in mind of her promise.—Philadelphia Times,