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As I Spoke. singling at him and a king "' +eould, though «I felt lzzjfixwibly frightened at my boldness, his eyes seemed togrow darker. and his whole moe lighted up in an extraordinary way. I saw my words had made an impression, so I went «on eagerly, pressing nervously the hand with which he was holding mine, for I was still .aitjhig'lesti‘ my auda-zcity shouldA ofl'end him. " Mr. Rayner, forgive me for speaking about this; but you :poke first, didnt “you? I have so often wondered why you dxdn't take her away. It seems as hard that you, who want sympathy so muchâ€" ;you know you have often told me soâ€" should hav. to live, as you say, a. shut-up fife, on account of the apathy of the woman to whom you_are bonngi.’f He seemtd to drink in the words as if they contained an elixir; I could feel by his hand that he was actually trembling; and ‘I grew more assured myself. “Now, if you were to hire her away, al- though you might have a d7fliaulty at first persuading her to go, and force her, with the kind force you know how to use, to go among fresh faces and see fresh people, I believe she would come back to life again, and see how much better you are than other hus- bands, and love you just as much as ever. 011, she couldn’t: help it ; you are so kind and so good 1" CHAPTER XI. â€"(CONTIN Um.) The roses were in a cigar-box, and as long no they lasted the never smelt of anything but tobacco ; but began to think that per- fume nicer than their own. ‘ I rose and obeyed. He threw a. woollen antimacaasm- round my head and shoulders, and drew me to the window. “ I don’t want to be anywhere but here, Mr. Rayner," said I, smiling up at the moon very happily. u 2!) But I could not tell Mt. Rayner why. “ I would give the whole world to be at this moment with the women I love. I 0051:! make hierrunderstand there I” I was struck by the bagéionatc; ienderneaa in his voice, and suddenly made up my mind, '0 Every b91d- _ “Then' why don’t you take her there, Mr: liaynqr 1’ I slid eaxjnggtly. Then my helm; sank, for I saw I had gone too far. As I spoke, from passionately eager, be looked surprised, puzzled, and then his face clouded over with a cold frown that chilled me with fear and shame. I drew my hand out; bf his quickly, and step- ped back into the room. He followed and took my bond again, an' , wl’aen I looked up, murmnring clumsy and incoherent apolo- gies, his face was as composed and kind as usual: but I thoughtAbe looked ratgher and. I was so happy that evening that I was glad when Mr. Rayner asked me to accom- pany his violin, and I was glad that he chose operatic selections again, for in the passion- ate and sweet music of Don Giovanni ani Il Trovatore I could vent to my feelings. I felt that I had never a preciated the beau- tiful melodies so wel , nor hel ed so~ efli- oiently to do justice to them as did in ac- companying Mr. Rayner that night. He was so pleased with my help that he begged me to go on, with "Just one more” and “ Just one more,” until long after Mrs. Rayner had gone to her room. I was noth- ing loath; I could have played until mid- night. I did not say much in comment be- tween the pieces, when Mr. Rayner asked, “ How do you like that f" But I suppose it was easy to see by my face that I was en- joying the music intensely, for he had just nodded and smiled and seemed quite satisfied. -" I am sufl‘ocfiting. Oh for aVenetian balcqu I” said he. “ Come here, little wo- I drew my music-stool a. little back, and listened while he sang it softly through. I hadnever known a. love-song to touch me like that before. I ceuld almost have cried out in answer, as I sat with my head turn- ed away, listening, almost holdin my breath, lest I should lose a sound. hen he had finished, he turned round ; I did not move or speak, and he jumped up, walked to the shutters, unbarred them, and threw open_the window. 7 " Look up there, child. at the moon though the tree-tops. \Vouldn't you like to be as Venice, listening by moonlight to these sweet songs in the very native lend of “19 Love they sing abgut 2” “Never mind, little one: you have not offended me by speaking your mind out ; don’t be afraid. 'But you don‘t know, you cannot guessâ€"how should a child like you guessIâ€"how many or how deep a. man’s cures may be while he is obliged to bear a. brave front to the world. I think you would be non! for me if you knew phemf’ The cloak had struck the half-hour after ten, which was quite late for the household, at the Alders, when we finished playing " V09 cigq sapege.” “And how do you like that ?" asked Mr. Bayxer as usual, only that this time he at down his violin, and, drawing a chair 0 one to my music-stool, ran his fingers over the keys of the piano, repeating the melody. "Do on know the words? “ Vai che lapete c cos c amore,’ ” he sang softly. " DoAyou knqw what that means li' _ _ "1 am sorry' without knowing them," I wig agitly. _ “You are a. fraud. Great gray eyes ought to be passionate, and yours are as cold as a. lake on a. still day. I believe you are an Undine! You have no soul.” " 0h, Mr. Rayner l" I _said monmfully, and I turned slowly to the piano to put away the music. “Never mind; I will do that,” said he, in his usual tone. "I have kept you up long enough. gight, quine.”_ “Ovh, yes 1” said I, rather rrou'd of show- ing of my small knowledge‘o Italian. “You who know what love is.’ " He ben't down over me and looked into my eyes for a few moments. Then he raised his heap]1 ‘and laughed_ligh_tly. __ But the fact was I had been thinking the whole evening of Mr. Laurence Reade. I alackencd my pace when I got to the top of the tint flight of stairs, and walked softly I'was armost afraid he v'vould again want to kiss me, and, after ofl'endinz him once, I should not have dared to refuse. So I shook hands as hastily as I could, took my candle, and ran up-staira. I was very angry with myself for having been cold and unsympa- theticâ€"I had not meant to be so at all. IN WHEN BONDS. CHAPIER XII. So I groped my way down the back stair- case, which I had never used before, 301: safely to the bottom, turned to my left, and felt for a door. The first opened into a. big black cupboard where I left brooms, which I shut a sin quickly; the second was looked, but the ey was in the door, and I softly turned it. This was indeed the kitchen; but the moment I found this out, and gave a sigh of relief, I heard on the floor a sound which I knew too well to be the rush of myriads of black beetles; and, as I would rather have faced a dozen dim human figures than have felt under my foot the “ scrunch ” of blackbeetle, 1 had to shut thfit door too as quickly as I had shut-the ot er. The only thing left for me was to feel my way back to the staircase, go down the pas- sage at the other side of it, which led past Mr. Rayner’s study, and so into the hall, where I knew the exact position of the match-box which stood on the hall table. My only fear now was that I might meet Mr. Rayner, in the event of his not having left the house yet to go to his room. If I met him, I eho‘ulgl have to _aco_ount for Ipy pres- "It wasn’t BecEuae I am not sorry for him, for he must have seen that I am," thought I. “I sup one I don’t show my sympathy in the rig t away; but I could not very well any more about it without being disrespectful. And I must not forget that Mr. Rayner is not only much older that I. hut_a.lso_my employer," It was out of the question to undress by such weird moonlight, fancying dim shapes in every corner and noises behind me which- ever way I turned; so I determined to con- quer my fears and go down-stairs with my candle and get a light below. There were sure to be some matches in the kitchen, and I reflected that enough moonlight would come in over or through the shutters to let me‘sef my way without making a._ noise. _ eneé wandering about the house at this time of night, and Ifelt that I was still too much diecomposed by the fright I had received for his sharp eyes not to notice my pallet and my quaking hands ; and then I should have to tell him what I had seen, and there would be a search and an explanation, and I should get some one into trouble. For my fears had not gone beyond thinking that it was Sarah or one of the other servants who -â€"perhaps wishing to give me a. fright, per- haps only all but caught in the untimely en- j oyment of one of my easy-chairsâ€"anxious t) escape detection, had blown out my candle, hoping to slip} cut in the dark unheard. through the corridor where the nnnevy was, for fear of waking Mona; and, as I went slowly along the passage leading to the tur- ret ntaira, I began to think of what Mr. Rayner had called me, and wonderei what he Infant by_ saying I had no soul. It was a. calm night, and I walked in very slowly, yet, as I entered, my candle went out suddenly, as if blown by a. gust of wind; and I fancied I heard a slight sound as of a. human breath blowing it. I stepped forward quick] , a little startled, and tried to peer into t e darkness. But it was impossrble to see, for my fire had gone out, the blinds were down and the curtains drawn. and not a ray of moonlight could get in. I stood for a. few minutes, still frightened, in the middle of the room. and then cautiously made my way in the direction of the mantle- piece, where I kept my match-box. I made a slight noise as I passed my fingers over the difl'erent articles there, and, just at the mo- ment that I knocked over 8. china ornament which fell into the fireplace, above the noise it made as it broke to pieces in the grate I heard a. sound behind the screen which stood between the bed and the door, and, turning quickly, I was in time to see a figure come swiftly round it and disappear through the still open door. I could distinguish nothing; nevertheless, su pressing my inclination to scream, I rushedJ to the door and caught in the air at the figure I could no longer see ; but felt_nothing. However, I got back safely to the bottom of the staircase without seeing or hearing anything, and I was creeping along the pass- age when I caught the first faint sound of voices. I stopped, then went on again softly, while the sounds became plainer, and I found that they proceeded from Mr. Rayner's study, the door of which I had to pets. I discovered by the thin thread of light it let out upon the passage that this door was ajar, at the same moment that I recognised Sarah’s voice. She was speaking in a low sullen tone, and, as I drew nearer, I was arrested half afieinst my will by words which seemed to app y to myselfâ€""Against the stupid baby-face of a, chit hardly out of the nursery herself. _ Governess indeed l”; And so I cf'ept 13p 'ths turret stairs with cagdle, and opensd _the (1091; of Iggy 1_'0_om. Then I cre tuback into my room, shak- ing from head to foot, and hardly daring to move in this direction or that, for fear of encountering another dim figure. I clos- ed the door behind me, sick with fear lest I should be shutting myself in with more un- welcome visitors ; and, starting at the slight creaking that a board. made here and there under my own feet, I again search- ed the mantle-piece for the match-box. My hands trembled so that it was a long time before I could be sure that it was not there; and then I turned and felt my way back to the table; and, after moving most of the things on it, I at last satisfied myself that it was not there either. Then I groped my way to one of the windowsâ€" I had not thought of that beforeâ€"drew the curtains and pulled up the blind. The moon gave only a fitl'ul light, being obscured every other minute by thin driving clouds, and it only served to make shadows in the room which were more fearful to me, in my nerv- ous state, than darkness itself. I‘ had one more search for the matches, but could not find them even now. "That is my “fair. - You wished me to choose between the services of an unpaid overnrss and those of an overpaid servant. have chosen." “ Overpaid I My services overpaid I My services ban’t be overpaid l” she hissed out. “Is thaé all you have to any I” said Mr. Rayner very low, but in his coldest, most cumin: tone; Th6 woman was edeently unhapp ; I fil- mqgtlitied: her. U “ Then the matter is easily settled. You can go." “roan go! 110! Do you know what you’re saying! Do you think you could re- place me as easily as you can such as her I?” said she, forgetting all respect due to her master, as her vome, still low, trembled with_x:age. “TEat‘aâ€"that'l all' I have to say,” said Saigh, with a choking_sou:_1d in _her voige. _ felt no longer any doubt. from what Sarah had said about the nature and extent of her services, that she was in reality the respon- sible guardian of Mrs. Rayner, and that, when she spoke of warking against her man- ter if he sent her away, she meant to pub- lish far and wide what he had so long and so carefully kept secretâ€"the fact that he had a wife tottering on the verge of insan- ity. I aid not wonder now so much as I had before at the depth of her jealousy of me. I saw how strong the woman’s passions were and how deep was her devotion to her master, and I began to understand that it was hard for her to see so many little acts of consideration showered on a newcomer which she. although her service had been so much longer and more painful, could not from her position expect. And I got up from the chair I had sat on, trying to forgive her, yet hoping she would go away all the As I rose, I caught sight of my desk, which I suddenly saw had been moved. I might have done that myself in my search for the matches ; but it flashed through my mind that Sarah had told Mr. Ra er that I kept the diamonds in my desk. at it was locked, and the keys were always in my pocket. However, I opened it and looked into the top compartment, where I kept Mr. Rayner's present. There it was in its case, looking just as usual. Then I opened the lower compartment. with the intention of reading throu h just once more, before I went to bed, t on two notes I had had from Mr. Reade, one on that day and one on the day before, about the church-work. And the last one, the one that had come with the cigar-box on that day, was not there] A suspicion fleahed through my mind which made my breath come fastâ€"Sarah had tak- en it i I cried with shame and remorse as I stumbled up the turret-stairs, shut myself in my room, and lighted my candle. I did not feel a. bit frightened now: I forgot even to turn the key in the lock ; this last adven- ture had swept away all remembrance of the previous one. When at last I be an to. thin}: colleetedly of_whet I had beag- , I same. “ As long as you joined discretion to your undoubted good qualities, I paid you accord- ing to that estimate. Now that you let yourself be swayed beyond all bounds of prudence .by trifling feelings of jealousy and e ite, like a foolish girl, you value runs Own to that level. You are no longer a. girl, Sarah, and your position is changed in many ways since then, in most for the bet- ter.‘ If you cannot accept the changes quiet_ly,_you had hatter go." If he haducome to the door, thrown it open, and seen me cowering with parted lips against the wall within a. few feet of it, how Sarah would have triumphed in the justice of her hatred of a. girl who could be guilty of such meanness! And how Mr. Rayner's own opinion of me would have sunk 2 He would have seen how wrong he was in con- sidering the eavesdropping governess tho superior to the devoted servant. ‘ “Aili'you would let“ me 'goâ€"for a new- cogngr 2” said t:l_1q vyomgn paagionately. “ I cannot think of sending a.wa any member of my household for the capriue of any other member of it, however valuable a aervant she may have beenâ€"" “ May have beenâ€"may have been! My work is not. over yet, and, if I don’t work for you, I’ll work against you,” she broke out in afury. “I’llâ€"â€"â€"" It was Sarah then whom I had surprised in my room that evening! She had managed by some means to open my desk, seen the pendant, and, having made a grievance against me of the fact that I had received letters from a gentleman, had taken the let- ter out and probably shown it to Mr. Ray- nor on some pretence of having "picked it up,” to prove to him by the direction in a handwriting which he knew, that I was carrying on a clandestine oorree ondence with Mr. Laurence Reade. And remem- bered that she had al eady taken the first note to Mr. Rayner. Well, if she had read both the notesâ€"for they were lying together in my deskâ€"she must have seen that they were of a very innocent kind; but how was Mr. Rayner, who had not read them, to know this? I was annoyed and disgusted beyond measure ; I could have forgiven anything, even her meanness in playing spy while I looked at the note which I wore round my neck, but etealing my precious letter. I shed some more-tears at the loss of it, wondering whether she would ever take the trouble to restore it, polluted as it would be by having been read by her unkind eyes. “N05 50 fast“ not so fast," said he slowly. “ You will find that up-hill work when you have to deal with me, Sarah Goochfi’ V He spoke in the hard tone I had heard him use once or twice beforeâ€"a tone which always made me shudder. Then his voice changed suddenly to a genial, almost caress- in g t_o_ne. uu uuu my : vu, 1 Va awn not, uuu numeâ€" “Nonsense I” said Mr. Rayner, sharply. “And what if she does? It is no business of mine.” I heard him rise hastily from his chair and walk across the room; and I fled past like a. hate. Trembling and panting, I found my way to the hall table, took out of the box there half-a-dozen matches, and scept guiltilyymieersbly up-stairs. I had listen- ed, as if chained to the spot, to their talk, and it was only now that 1 had fled for fear of discovery that I reflected on what a dishon- ougahle thing I had done. 7‘ Now do you think you will be able to get on without me as well as I can with- ouLyou 2” ‘ There was a pause. Then I heard Sarah burst into sobs and lew passionate cries for pityiqr forgiveness. » “ The services of a governess are not the same as those of a servant. That is enough abpnj Miss Christie, Sarah”, "Enough and welcome about the little flirtâ€"a creature that keeps diamonds from one man in her desk, and wears round her neck a letter from another which she kisses on thg sly? I've geen her, the littlee” “ Why are you so hard 2 Haw can you have the heart to talk like that about my services, as if I was too old for anything but money-bargains ? That chit, that Christie girl, that you put before me, will never serve you like I’ve done.” 'Then I went to bed, Very tired and very unhappy ; and at last I fell asleep, with my hands clasping the note that Sarah could not get at, which I wore in a. one round my neck. Perhaps the excitement and agitation of the evenlng had caused my sleep tn. be lighter than usual. At any rate, I was awakened by a. very elighij noise indeed, so I s rang from the bed, locked the door. and all down against it in the dark and cold in a. passion of hysterical sob: that I could not restrain. Then they died away, and I felt my limbs grow numb and Itxtf ; but I hid not ower to move, and I thought I mtg}; be_ ying: ‘ Then I Bea}! a fall at the bottom of the stairs and a. woman’s cry, and immediately after a. voice outside routed me. President Arthur is said to have sufl’ered so much from the prevalent custom of shaking hands that he has made the subject a. study and has reduced it to a. fine art. This art is simple in plan and surprising in efl'eet, but inofl'ensive. “When the Presi- dent sees a men coming at him for the usual selutetion he stands impusive, with his hands at his sides, until his friend reaches him. Then the President, by a quick move- ment, seizes the extended hand, shakes it, and drops it before the handshake: is fairly aware what has happened. By this dexterity the President escapes having his hands wrung until the bones crackâ€"a. process which, repeated several hundred times a day is naturnily painful. _ slight that I thought it must be the work of of my nervous fancy; and my sleepy eyes were closing again, when I suddenly became conscious that there was a. light in the ream notthat of the rlsing sun. “Then I start-ed up with a shriek as loud and piercing as my lungs could give, tore the handkerchief from my face, and con- fronted Sarah, who drew back, her dark face livrd with anger, but without uttering a sound. ' In her hand she held a little bottle. I tried with a spring to dash it from her grasp ; but she was too quick for me, and, with a step back against the screen, she held it out of my reach. Then the screen fell down with a loud crash. My attention was distracted from the woman to it for one mo- ment. and in that moment she made another spring at my neck. But then there was a sound outside which had as many terrors for her as her own hard voice had for me. It was Mr. Rayner, ca‘ling sharply and sternlyâ€" “ Sarah, come out here I” v She started ; then her {arse grew sullen and defiant. and she stood like a rock before me. Again Mr. Rayner called. “ Sa-ah, do you hear me! Come here !” And, as if a spell had been cast upon her which it was vain for her to fight against, sh_e w_ent slowly out of the room, and I was left alone. Fully aWake nowfand cold all over with this new fright, I saw by the flickering on the ceiling that the light must come from a candle behind the screen ; I saw that it was being carried forward into the room, and then I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. My fingers were still clinging to the little case; but they were wet and clam- my with horror. Was it Serah! What was she going to do now! To put back my letter 2 I did not dare to look. President Arthur’s plan ofi handshaking will doubtless be copied without credit by some other public men, but not generally. The moat of them have larger hands than the President, and have not so much to fear a squeeze. For others the method is not normal enough. Mr. Blaine, though he has a medium-sized hand, reventu its being squeezed by seizing his riend’s hand in both his own, and is thus enabled to do what he.chooses with it. President Gar- field used to have the habit. also practiced by some “others, of taking his friend’s hand lightly, adroltlygiving him a. slap on the back, and then withdrawing his hand be- fore the victim had recovered from his sur- prise. As no visitor ever dered to slap back, this plan seemed to work very well indeed. It indicated sufficient cordiality, saved the President’s hand, and at the same time the exercise of slapping kept bin in good health. Mike Cnddihie and hi! wife, living not far from Denver, Colorado. had a small girl in their family adopted from the Catho- lic Orphan's Home, of that city. The girl recently died suddenly and mysteriously, and it was afterwards believed that her death «me about from orneltiea inflicted by Cuddihie and his wife. They were arrest- ed end found guilty of murder. but a band of maskedgnen overpowered the eherifi', took his prisoners away and hanged them bgth. It is said [to have been the first case gt a women having been lynched in the hate. Lug" ME ‘Bétiiéé it? 51:36:25: "Foi- Elsieer ' ‘ Riot I lay there listening so intently that I could hear, or fancy I heard, esch soft step taken by the intruder. Then they stopped; and from the effect of the flickering light through my closed eyelids I guessed that the candle was being raised to throw its light on my face. Still I had self-command enough to lie quite still and to imitate the longdrswn breathing of a. sleeping person. But then my hhart seemed to sfnnd still, for I felt the light coming nearer, and I heard the faint sound of a moving figure growing plainer, until the light was flushed within a. foot of my face. I could not have moved then. I was half paralysed. Then I notic- ed a faint sickly smell that I did not know, and: a hand was laid very softly upon the bed-clothes. Still I did not move, I had formed a. sort of plan in those deadly two minutes. which seemed like two hours, when the light was coming nearer and nearer to my face. The hand crept softly up, and sli ped under the bed-clothes close to my chin,ti 1 it touched my fingers clutching the little leathern case. It tried to diaengsge them; but my clup on my treasure was like grim death. Then the hand was softly withdrawn. I heard the drawing of a cork, I smelt the faint smell more strongly, and a. handkerchief wet with some sickening, suffocating stuff was thrown lightly over my face. _ _ Beware ot'that Cough! it may kill 501.1(1): cure H, at once yithDI-L Qggaon'y Pump“)! 1: pg. it. never “in. When you visit or leave New York Citymavo Baggage Exprossage and Carriage Hire. and stop at Gm.) UNION Horn, opposite Grand Central Depot. 450 elm rooms, fitted up at a. cost of one million do . reduced to 81 and upwards per day. Euro plan. Elevator. Restaurant su plied th the boat. Horse oars, stages an elevated railroads to all do- pots. Families can live better tor lees money at the Grand Union Hotel than at my [other first-class hotel in the city. Indolence is the rust of tha mind uni the inlet of every vice. Innocence is hko pohshed armor one and defends. The Handshaking Art. (TO' 32 comma»). In t. 301' save Ne! it ad- Mr Chen. M. Syme, foreman in W. H. Smith’s new factory, St. Ontherinee, laid: “ Five year: ago I be an to be diluted with. most‘die ' tron lee which increased in violence until was compelled to remain in bed. My symptoms were terfiblé'alna IEept etting worse and worse all the while. The actors could not ree an to the nature of my disease and I nally lost all hope: of ever getting well. Learning of some case: similar to my own that had been helped by Warner's Safe Cure, I began its use and. commenced to improve from the first day, until am hepp to say that I am now a: sound as a do at and can do a day's work without it hurting me.” ' The Terrible Undertow that u Sweeping Away so many -Whe.t Wen-known Canadians Have to any. 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Noticing an advertisement of War- ner’s sze Cure, I procured the medicine and from the first it acted like magic. one it has completely and permanently cured me. I cannot too highly recommend it, as I know what it has done for me. ” The above statements are from men of un- questionable versoity, and such as merit the greatest consideration. No one who is suf- fering from any form 'of physical disorder can alien! to neglect even the slightest symptoms, which can be so readily control- led if taken in time, and which are so dan- gerous if permitted to continue. der ihrew me into paroxysms of in and completely broke me down. pon the recommendation of 9. friend I began the use of Warner’s Safe Cure, which seemed to dissolve the gravel and it passed from me in the form of dust. I recommend Warner’s Safe Cure to everybody who is sufi'ering at all as I have euEered." Mrs. M. Lemon, residing at 55 Victoria avenue, llam‘illion, says: .“ For ten_ years I; ' Rev. William J. Henderson, pastor of the Methodist-Episcopal church of Prescott, Ontario, says : "For a number of years and until recently, I had been gradually, but steadily, declining in health. I was snbj set to severe pains in various parts of my body, shortness of breath, palpitation of the heart, and a distressing, hacking cough. I con-' suited physicians, one of whom informed me that I had been ‘carrying too many pounds of steam.’ Another stated that I was on the eve ofs. general constitutional ‘break- up;‘ another pronounced me as being far one in liver complaint, and feeling that the net one had hit it, I commenced a course of his treatment, without, however. any bene- fit. Feeling that I was going down hill very fast. I grew somewhat despondent, and finally resigned myself to an early death. At this juncture I resolved to try Warner’s Safe Cure, and I may say that I felt almost immediate relief, and now I am nearly as well as I ever was in my whole life. M cough has disappeared entirely and I so - dom teel any of my old symptoms. I have always been somewhat disposed to prejudice against proprietary medicines, but I/teel it to be an act of justice to make this state- me_nt_ for; the good oi_others." Gatarrhâ€"A New Treatment whereby 3 Permanent Cure in eflected in from one to three applications. Particulars and treatise free on receipt of stamp. A. H. Dixon 8t Son, 305 King-st. West. Toronto. Canada John Evans, residing at 139 King street, London, says: For two years I have been troubled with gravel in my kidneys and have suffered untold agony, The passage of the gravel iron} the kidneys intg the blad; Dr.«_03rson's Pulmonary Cough Dro . The prescrip- lon of an old Canadian Practitioner. 0 best. remedy for the ‘Lungs. in large bottles .e 50 cents. For (sale every- If we build high, let us begin low and deep. Discretion of speech ismore than elo- quenoe. Pnrwnrnorz BLOOD WILL TELLâ€"A. M. Stein & 00., Brooklyn, N. Y., handle 2,000 horses annually, mostly heavy draft. They say of the grade Percheron -N ormams : “ ~We handle more of the Percheron-Normans than any other breed. There is more demand in: them. They give the best satisfaction, no matter how little of the blood there is in them. Generally they have good feet and last bet ter on our pavements than the Clydesdale: or other breeds. Tell the farmers of the West to keep their Percheron-Norman mares and breed them. Would advise breeding to Percheron-Norman horses in preference to any other breed."--0hicaga Tribune. N ear- ly 1,400 Percheron Norman horses have been imported from France and bred in their purity by M. W. Dunham, of Wayne, 111., who, within the past few months has ur- chased 390 of them from the best br er: in France, particular attention being given to pedigrees, and French records. MYS'I'EBIOUS. 1