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'J‘ncy drew up a brief, strong agreement, and \Vatterly took it to the widow to Sign. He found her in g! emt excitement and J ane looking at her defiantly. “I told you he was the one who enticed away my otfspriug,” she began, almost hysterically. “He’s a cold blooded villain. If there‘s law in the “ It’s plain the law‘ll decide your mother’s not fit to take care of you, Any one who can even inmgine such silly ridiculous things as she‘s just said must he looked after. You may take a. notion, Mrs. Mumpson, that I’m a. murderer or a girafl'e. It would be just as sensible as your other talk.” n‘! - 1 “What Will it do With “5 1'” gagped the ‘ heFcht was pérsonglihna Vagrmrt from every Wig‘m'; . . _ 1 other consideration. “ If I am gentle, pa.- _ “ 011, It smghfi go Put You In Stralt- , tient and faithful,” she thought, “ all will .laCketsw t" l‘eé’m Wlth _ ' come out right. He is so true and straight;- “ I’ve gm” Sense if mower ain’t,” cried forward that Ineedhave no fears.” ‘Ja‘ne’ COHPWWDS WEOP- . . A ‘ 1 \Vhen he returned and gree ed her with W‘IVI-érwe filing, {£1 a paroxysm of indignant rotcst, seized her mother and began to shake her so violently that she could not SWE- . -. nv .A I , ,Hfinuzuh‘ WWW “ Stop that,” said Watterly, repressing laughter with difl‘iculty. “ I see you are insane and the law will have to step in and take care of you both.” “ Stop," thundered Wetterly. His voice was so high and authoritative that she did stop, and with open mouth stared at the superintendent. “ Now, be quiet and listen to me,” he continued. “Either you are a sane woman and can stop this foolishness, or else you are insane and must be treated as such. You have your choice. You can’t tell me anything about Holcroft; I’ve known him since he was a boy. He doesn’t want your girl. She ran away to him, didn’t you ?” to Jane, who nodded. “But he’s willing to take her, to teach her some- thing and give her a chance. His motive is pure kindness_ and he has a good wife who’ll "â€" “ I see it all,” cried the widow, tragically clasping her hands. “ It’s his wife’s doings. She wishes to triumph over me, and even to usurp my place in ministering to my child. \Vas there ever such an outrage ‘3 Such a. bold, vindictive female”~ land I‘ll ”â€" “ \Yhat does Mr. Holeroft offer ‘2” said the widow, cooling off rapidly. If there was 2m atom of common-sense left in any of his pauper charges, \Vatterly soon brought it into play, and his vague threatenings of law were always awe inspiring. “ He makes a very kind offer, that you would jump at if you had senseâ€"a. good home for your child. You ought to‘ know she can't stay here and live on charity if any one is Willing to take her.” 1 A “Jane,” said Holcroft, sternly, “don’t speak so again. If strangers can be kind and patient with you, you can be so with your mother. She has no claims on me and has said things which make it impossible for me to speak to her again, but I shall insist on your Visiting and treating her kindly.â€"Good<by, VVatterly. You’ve prov- ed yourself a friend again,” and he went rapidly away, followed by J one. “Mrs. Mumpson was so taken aback by Holcroft’s final words and Watterly’s stern manner as he said, “This is my office,” 'that for once in her life she disappeared si- lenyly. “ Of course 71 would be permitted to visit my child from time to time? He couldn’t be so monstl'ously hard-hearted as”â€"â€" “ ()h, nonsense l” cried “htterly, impa- tiently. “ The idea. of his letting you come to his house after what you’ve said about him 1 I’ve no time to waste in foolishness, or he either. He will let J2me visit you, but you are to Sign this paper and keep the agreement not to go near him or make any trouble whatever.” “ It’s an abominalvle’5* “ Tut ! tut ! that kind of talk isn‘t allow- ed here. If you can’t decide like a. sane woman the law'll soon decide for you.” As was always the case when Mrs. Mump- son reached the inevitable, she yielded ; the paper was signed, and Jane,who had already made up her small bundle, nodded triumph- antly to her mother and followed \Vatterly. Mrs. Mnmpson, on tiptoe, followed also, bent on either propitiating Holcroft and so preparing the way for a. visit, or else on giving him once more a “ piece of her mind.” Changing her tactics instantly, she put her handkerchief to her eyes and moaned, “You never can have the heart to sayI can’t come to see my child, I’ve signed Writings, ’tis true, under threats and com- pulsions; but I trust there will be re- lentings”â€" ' “ There won’t be one relent,” cried Jane. “ I never want to see you again, and ablind post could see that he doesn’t.” ‘ 1r 1 ,,L, n sewn “‘Holuroft soon purchased the articles on his list, meanwhile racking his brains to think of something that he could buy for Alida, but the fear of being thought sentiâ€" mental and of appealing to seek a personal regard for himself, not “ nominated in the bond,” restrained him. ’ (2‘ Oh, hovhilci you do, Mr. Holcroft,” cried the widow, bursting in and rushing forward with extended hand. On his way home, he was again sunk in deep abstraction, but the bitterness of his feeling had passed away. Although as mis- taken as before in his apprehension of A1- ida, his thoughts were kinder and juster. “‘ I’ve no right to find fault or complain,” he said to himself. “ She’s done all I ask- ed and better than she agreed, and there’s no one to blame if she can’t do more. It must have been plain enough to her at first that I didn’t want anything but a house- keeperâ€"~a quiet, friendly body that would look after the house and dairy, and she’s done better than I even hoped. That‘s just the trouble ; she’s turned out so differ» ent from what I expected and looks so dif- ferent from what she did, that I’m just sort of carried away. I’d give half the farm if she was sitting by my side this June even- ing and I could tell her all I feel and know she was glad. I must be just and fair to her. I asked her to agree to one thing and now I’m beginning to want a tremendous sight moreâ€"I want her to like not only her home and work and the quiet life she so longed for, but I want her to like me, to enjoy my society, not only in a. friendly, H ni‘iléfiffifiner turned away and looked as if made of stone. “All right, Holcroft,” said “Tatterly, as he entered the ofiice, “ here’s the paper sigpgc}. . “"as there ever such an idâ€"â€"” ‘r Y'I’ 1 m n ,,,:,,1 CHA PTER Xx[x.â€"â€"CONTINUED.) WOLF IN THE FOLD. A DOMESTIC STORY WITH A MORAL. l)uring the first hour after Holcroft’s de- parture, Alida had beenp: rplexed and wor- ried, but her intuitions soon led to hopeful- ness, and the beauty and peace of nature without aided in restoring her serenity. The more minutely she dwelt on Holcroft’s words and manner, the more true it seemed i that he was learning to take an interest in 1 her that was personal and apart from every [ other consideration. “ If I am gentle, pa.- \Vhen he returned and gree ed her with what seemed his old, friendly, natural man- ner, and, during a. temporary absence of Jane, told her laughineg of the Mumpson episode, she was almost completely re-assur- ed. “ Suppose the widow breaks through all restraint and appears as did .J time, what would you do ‘3" he asked. V-w business like way, but in another wayâ€"yes, confound my slow Wits ! somewhat as if she was my wife in reality and not merely in name, as I insisted. It‘s mighty mean busi- ness in me, who have been so proud of standing up to my agreements and so Px-Lct- ing of others to do the some. I went away cold and stifl“ this afternoon because she wasn’t silly and sentimental when I was. I’m to her an unpolished, homely, middle- aged man. and yet I sort of scoffed at the self-sacrifice which has lead her to be pleas- ant and companionable in every Way that her feelings allowed. I wish I were younger and better looking, so it wouldn’t all be a sense of duty and gratitude. Gratitude be hanged ! I don’t want any more of it. \Vell, now, James Holoroft, if you‘re the square man you supposed yourself to be, you’ll just be as kind and considerate as you know how, and then you‘ll leave Alida to the quiet, peaceful life to which she look ed forward when she married you. The thing for you to do is to go back to your first ways after you were married and at- tend to the farm. She doesn’t want you hanging around and looking at her as if she was one of her own posies. That‘s some- thing she wasn’t led to expect and it would be mean enough to force it upon her before she shows that she wishes it, and I couldn't complain if she never wished it.” 11': m1 1 77“ 'jVimtever you wished,” she replied, smiling. _ .u u, “ Inoother words, what you thought your duty ‘3" V ... .‘ 1‘1. “I suppose that is What one should try to do. ” “ I guess you are the one that would sue ceed in doing it, even to Mrs. Mumpson,” he said, turning hastin away and going to his room. “She was puzzled again. “I’m sure I don’t dote on selfsacrifice and hard duty any more than he does, but I can’t tell him that duty is not hard when its to him.” Jane was given the room over the kitchen which Mrs. \Viggins had occupied, and the farmhouse soon adopted her into its quiet routine. Holcroft’s course continued to cause Alida. a dissatisfaction which she could scarcely define. He was as kind as ever he had been and even more considerate ; he not only gratified her wishes, but tried to an- ticipate them, while Jane’s complete subser- viency proved that she had been spoken to very plainly. “There, be still. V You mustn't speak of such things or talk to me about Mr. Hol- croft in such a way,” and she hastily left the kitchen. When ,in the solitude of her own room, she gave way to bitter tears. “ Is it so plain,” she thought, “ that even this ignorant child sees it? And the unhappy change began the day she came, too. I can’t understand it. We were so happy before; and he seemed to enjoy bein near me and talking to me when his wor per- mitted. He used to look into my eyes in a way that made me hope and, indeed, feel.- almost sure. I receive no more such looks ; he seems only to be trying to do his duty by me as he promised at first, and acts as if it were all duty, a mere matter of conscience. Could he have discovered how I felt, and so is taking this way to remind me that noth- ing of the kind was in our agreement? W'ell, I’ve no reason to complain ; I accept- ed the relation of my own free will, but it’s hard, hard indeed for a woman who loves a man with her whole heart and soulâ€"and he her husbandâ€"to go on meeting him day after‘day,‘yet act 'as if she were his mere business partner. But I can’t help myself, my very nature as well as a sense of his rights prevents me from asking more or even showing that I wish for more. That would be asking for it. But can it be true that he is positively learning to dislike me? to shrink from me with that strong repulsion which women feel towards some men ? Oh, if that is true, the case is hopeless ; it would kill me. Every eiTort to win him, even the most delicate and unobtrusive would only drive him farther away ; the deepest in» stincts of his soul would lead him to with- drawâ€"t0 shun me. If this is true, the time may come when so far from my filling his home with comfort, I shall make him dread to enter it. Oh, oh; my only course is to remember just what I promised and he ex- pected when he married me, and live up to that.” One day she missed her spelling lesson for the third time, and Alida told her that she must learn it thoroughly before going out. The child took the book reluctantly, yet without a word. “ That’s a good girl,” said Alida, wishing to encourage her. “ I was afraid at first you wouldn’t mind me so readily. “He told me to; he’d fire me out the window if I didn’t mind you,” “ Oh, no, I think he’s very kind to you.” “ Well, he’s kind‘to you, too.” “ Yes, he has always been kind to me,” said Alida, gently and lingeringly, as if the thought were pleasant to dwell upon. “ Why do you think he doesn’t like me '3” Alida. faltered, turning very pale. “ 0h, ’cuuse he looked once jest as he did after mother’d been goin‘ for”â€" “ Sway,” said-J aue, yielding to her curios- ity, “ how did you make him so afraid of you when he don’t like you '3 He don’t like mother, but he wasn’t afraid of her.” Thus husband and wife reached the same conclusion and were rendered equally un- happy. CHAPTER XXX.â€"â€"HOLCROFT’S BEST r HOPE. When Holcroft came in to dinner that day the view he had adopted was confirmed, yet Ahda’s manner and appearance began to trouble him. Even to his rather slow per- ception, she did not seem so happy as she hid been. She did not meet his eye with her old frank, friendly, and, as he had al» most hoped, affectionate expression; she seemed merely feverishly anxious do everything and have all as he wished. In- stead of acting with natural ease and saying What was in her mind without prunedita- tion, a conscious effort was visible and an apparent solicitnde that he should be satis- fied. The inevitable result was that he was more dissatisfied. “ She’s doing her best for me,” he growled as he went back to his work, “ and it begins to look as if it might wear her out in time. Uonfound it ! having everything just so isn’t of much account .When a man's heart is hungry. I’d rather have had one of her Old smiles and gone without my dinner. “'ell, well, how little 3. man understands himself or knows the future! The day I married her I was in mortal dread lest she should care for me too much and want to be affectionate and all that; and here I am, discont ’nted because everything has turned out as I then wished. Don’t see as I'm to blame, either. She had no business to grow so pretty. Then she lo )ked like a ghost, but now when the color comes into her cheeks, and her blue eyes sparkle, a man would be a stupid clod if he didn’t look with all his eyes and feel his heart a-thumpi'ng. That she should change so Wasn’t in the bargains neither was it that she should read aloud in such sweet tones that a fellow’d like to MS» ten to the dictionary ; nor that she should make the house and vard look as they never did before, and strangest of all, open my eyes to the fact that appleâ€"trees bear flowers as well as pippins. I can’t even go by a Wild posy in the lane without thinkng she’d like it and and see in it a sight more than I once could. I’ve been taken in, as old Jon- athan feared,” he muttered, following out his fancy with a sort of grim humor. “ She isn’t the woman I thought I was marrying, at all, and I ain’t bound by my agreement â€"-not in my thoughts anyhow. I’d have been in a nice scrape if- I’d taken my little affidavit not so think of her or look upon her or look upon her in any other light than that of housekeepér and butter-maker. It’s a Scary thing, this getting married with a single eye to business. See where I am now. Hanged if I don’t believe I’m in love with my wife, and, like a. thundering fool, I had to warn her against falling in love with me 1 Little need of that, though. She hasn't been taken in, for I'm the same old chap she married, and I’d be a mighty mean cuss if I went to her and said, ‘ Here, I want you to do twice as much, a hundred fold as much as you agreed to.’ I’d be a fool, too, for she couldn’t do it unless something drew her towards me just as I’m drawn towards her.” ‘ hand it was. Late in the afternoon, he leaned on the handle of his corn plough, and in the con- sciousness of solitude said aloud, “Things grow clear if you think of them enough, and the Lord knows I don’t think of much else any more. It isn’t her good qualities which I say over to myselya hundred times a. day, or her education, or any thing of the kind that draws me ; it’s she herself. I like her. Why don‘t I say love her and be honest? Well, it’s a fact and I've got to face it. Here I am, ploughing out my corn, and it looks spendid for its age. I thought if ‘I could stay on the old place, and plant and culti- vate and reap, I’d be more than content, and now I don’t seem to care a rap for the corn or the farm either, compared with Alida; and I care for her just because she is Alida and no one else. But the other side of this fact has an ugly look. Suppose I‘m disâ€" agreeable to her. When she married me she felt like a woman drowning; she was ready to take hold of the first hand reached to her, without knowing much about whose \Vell, she‘s had time to find out. She isn’t drawn. Perhaps she feels towards me somewhat as I did towards Mrs. Mumpson, and she can’t help herself either. Well, well, the bare thought of it makes my heart lead. \Vhat‘s a man to do? What can I do but live up to my agreement and not torment her any more than I can help with my company ? That’s the only honest course. Perhaps she’ll get more used to me in time. She might get sick, and then I’d be so kind and Watchful that she’dthink the old fellow wasn’t so bad after all. But I shan’t give her the comfort of no end of self-saerilice in trying to be pleasant and so- ciable. If she’s foolish enough to think she’s in my debt, she can‘t pay it in that way. No, sir! I’ve got to make the best of it now, wI’m bound to, â€" but this business marriage will never suit me until that white arm I saw in the dairy room is around my neck, and she looks in my eyes and says, ‘ James, I guess I’m ready for a longer marriage ceremony.’ ” He resumed his toil, working late and dog- gedly. At supper he was very attentive to Alida, but taciturn and preoccupied; and when the meal was over he lighted his pipe and strolled out into the moonlight. She longed to follow him yet felt i" to be more impossible than if she were chained to the floor. And so the days phrased, Holcroft striving with the whole force of his Will to appear absorbed in the farm and she with equal ef~ fort to seem occupied and contented with her household and dairy duties. They did everything for each other that they could, and yet each thought that the other was acting from a sense of obligation and so all the more sodulously veiled their actual thoughts and feelings from each other. of course such mistaken effort only led to a more complete misunderstanding. I? was a pics! that Ali'da. could not have been among the hazelnut bushes near and heard him. With people of their simplicity and habit of reticence, little of what was in their hearts appeared on the surface. Neither had time to mope and their mutual duties were in a large measure a support and re- fuge. Of these they could still speak freely, for they pertained to business. Alida’s de- votion to her Work was unfcigned, for it seemed now her only avenue of approach to her husband. She watched over the many broods of little chickens with‘ tireless vigi- lance. If it were yellow gold, she could not have gathered the butter from the churn with greater greed. She kept the house im- maculate and sought to develop her cooking into a fine art. She was scrupulous in givâ€" ing Jane her lessons and in trying to correct her vernacular and manners, but the pre- sence of the child grew to be a. heavier cross every day. She could not blame the girl whose misfortune it was to lead incidentally to the change in Holcroft’s manner, yet it was impossible not to associate her With the beginning of that change. Jane was making decided improvement, and had Alida been happy and at rest this fact would have given much satisfaction in spite of the instinctive So it gradually came about that they had more and more to say to each other on mat- ters r-l ting to the farm. Holcroft showed her the receipts from the dairy, and her eyes sparkled as if he had brought jewels home to her. Then she in her turn would expatiate on the poultry interests and assure him that there were already nearly two hun- dred little chicks on the place. One after- noon, during a. shower, she ventured to be- guile him into listening to the greater part of one of the agricultural journals, and with much deference made two or three suggee tions about the farm which he saw were ex- cellent. She little dreamed that if she were willing to talk of turning the farm upside down and inside out, he would have listened with pleasure. They both began to acquire more serenity and hopefulness, for even this sordid busi~ ness partnership was growing strangely in~ teresting. The meals grew less and less si- lent, and the farmer would smoke his pipe invitingly near in the evening, so that she could resume their talk on bucolic subjects without much conscious effort, while at the same time if she did not wish his society she could shun it without discourtesy. He soon perceived that she needed some encourageâ€" ment to tell; even of farm matters, but hav- ing received that she showed no further reluctance. He naturally began to console himself with business as unstintedly as he dared. “ As long as I keep on this tack all seems well,” he muttered. “ She don't act as if I was disagreeable to her, but then, how can a man tell? If she thinks it her duty, she’ll talk and smile, yet shiver at the very thought of my touching her. \Vell, well, time will show. We seem to be get- ting more sociable, anyhow.” “ Like enough she feels in the same way towards me," he thought, “ and is trying a. sight harder not to show it. But she seems willing enough to talk business and to keep up her interest in the partnership line. \Vell, blamed if I wouldn’t rather talk busi- ness to her than love to any other woman !” They both recognized this feet 1nd tried to disguise it and to relieve themselves from the appearance of making any undue ml- vances by greater formality of address. 1n Jane’s presence, he had formed the habit of speaking to his wife as Mrs, Holcroft, and now he was invariably “ Mr.” repugnance which the girl seemed to inspire universally. Holcroft recognized this re- pugnuuce and the patient effort to disguile 1t and be kind. One evening, in the latter part of June, he remarked at supper, “ I must give half a day to hoeing the garden to-morrow. I’ve been so busy working out the corn and po- tatoes that it seems an age since I’ve been in the garden.” _” Sh; and me,” began Jane, “I mean Mrs. Holcroft and I, have been in the gar- den.” “ That’s right, Jane, you‘re coming on. I think your improved talk and manners do Mrs. Holcroft much credit. I’d like to take some lessons myself.” Then, as if a little alarmed at his words, he hastened to ask, “ \Vhat have you been doing in the gar- den?" “ You’ll see when you go there,” replied Jane, her small eyes twinkling with the rudiments of fun. Holeroft looked at the child as if he had not seen her for some time either. Her hair was neatly combed, braided and tied with a blue ribbon instead of a string, her gown was as becoming as any dress could be to her, her little brown hands were clean, and they no longer managed the knife and fork in an ill-bred manner. The very expression of the child’s face was changing, and now that it was lighted up with mirth at the little surprise awaiting him, it had at least attained the negative grace of being no long- er repulsive. He sighed involuntarily as he turned away. “ Just see what she’s doing for that child that I once thought hideous ! How much she might do for me if she cured as I do !” “'VVhy: ce‘Etainly. I forgot about the garden; but then you’ll have to go with mg if_ 1:111 130 ml} X03.” ‘ That Indian Treasure. The reports published in the English pa- pers put the findingof $25,000,000 in the pal~ ace at Gwalior in a light different from that of the despatch sent from India. It seems that the treasure was found in the under- ground Vaults of the palace, each pit or box being marked with a copper plate stating the contents and the name of the official who placed it there. When those connected with the regency learned that the secret of the treasure was known to those hostile to the young Prince they made the proposition to turn the money over to the Indian Govern- ment as a loan. The statement is made that the Prince, harassed by the dread that the treasure would be stolen, was more than will- ing to turn it over to the Government, as it secured for him a good income, and his advis: ors seem to have feared the Government less than they did the intriguers in their own camp. It is reported that the treasure was made up not only of coins, but of jewels, and it is clear that the predecessors of the young Maharaj ah buried their money instead of in- vesting it. He rose from the table, lighted his pipe and went out to the doorstep, Alida look. ed at him wistfully. “ He stood there with me once and faced a mob of men," she thought. “ Then he put his arm around me. Iwould face almost any danger for even such a caress again.” The memory of that hour lent her unwonted courage, and she approachod him timidly and said, “Per- haps you would like to go and look at the garden? Jane and I may not have done everything right.” The June sun Was low in the west, and the air had become deliciously cool and fragrant. The old rose bushes were in bloom, and as she passed she picked a, bud and fastened it on her bosom. Wood- thrushes, orioles and the Whole chorus of birds were in full song; lim id rills of mel- ody from the meadow larks owed from the fields, and the whistling of the quails added to the harmony. “I don’t minH,” she said, leading the wag: A SIMPLE TEST FOR GOLD.â€"Ta.ke a piece of flint and rub against it a. metallic object to be tested, until the lattet‘ leaves a. sufficiently marked trace upon the stone. Upon bringing the flame of a. sulphurfinatch in contact with the spot, the latter will re- main intact if it has been made with gold, but will disappem‘ if the contrary be the case. The fact that; sweet things are often sticky leads a philosopher to accept this as an explanation of the fact that men so fre- quently get “ stuck” on pretty girls. (T6 BE CONTINUED.) A Meteor’s Fall. A \Vellsburg, N. Y. despatch says :â€"A monstrous meteor fell on the farm of James Harney at Lowmanville last night. As the stone is buried quite deep it is impossible to tell its exact dimensions. Its descent oc- curred about eleven o’clock at night and was ob~erved by Robert Wells, a. farmer, who had just returned from Elmira. Wells was first startled bythe brilliancy of the sky as if there was a prolonged flash of light- ning. Then there was aloud hissing sound and he saw a huge ball of fire which he thought struck near his house, but it was so dark after the stone fell that he abandons ed the effort to find it. This morning a mysterious pit, forty feet across and twenty feet deep, was dircwered in a ten acre fir 1d on Mr. Harney‘s farm a mile away. The sides have caved in, but an effort will be made to find the meteor, which, from all accounts, is a very large one. The Harney’s say the house was jarred during the night, and think it must have been caused by the meteor striking so near them. No delusion can possibly be greater than that persons are neither the better not the Worse for their imaginations. If the invisi- ble man is the true man, and in eternity is to be the Visible mm, then the imaginations which he allows must be of quite as much consequence to him as his conduct. Indeed the imaginations of man are as much his conduct as his most outward actions. His imaginations are“ his‘iinward conduct. Outward actions are the conduct of the mortal man ; but the imaginations are the conduct of the eternal man. The one is his conduct in the world, the other is his con- duct in eternity. Barnum said “ The American People like to be humbugged.” This may be true in the line of entertainment, but not where life is at stake. 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LADIES Who are Weak, Nervous and Exhausted; who feel themselves losing Strength; who are pale, delicate and sickly in appearance, suffering from the many complaints peculiar to womenwsend for and rmul M. V. LUBON'S Treatise in BOOK roam on the Diseases of ‘Vomen. Mailed sealed and secure from observation on receipt of Go. in stampsflflsmm mum. Address, M. V. LUBON, 47 Wellington St. East, Toronto, om. All the intermediate shades between violet and red are in favor for bows‘ and hat trimâ€" mingc. Some black is considered necessary to give a. dash to the most delicate toilet, hat, or bonnets. Catarrh, Catarrhal Deafness and , ,, Hay Keven. . , Trained gowns are reserved for dinners of high ceremony or evening reception wear. YOIING MEN suflering from the efl'eohs of early evil habits, the result of ignorance and lolly, who find themselves weak, nervous and exhausted ; also MID- DLE-AGED and 01.1) MEN who are broken down from the effects of abuse or over-work, and in advanced lite feel the consequences of youthlul excess, send for and BRAD M. V. Lubon’s Treatise on Diseases of Men. The book will be sent sealed to any address on recelph of two _3_c. stamps. _ Address M. V. LUBON, 47 Welling- ton St. E. ro‘mnco om Two pairs of very narrow and long ribbon strings are seen on some dressy French bon- nets. People who are subject to bad breath, foul coated tongue, or any disorder of the Stomach, can at once be relieved by using Dr. Carson’s Stomach Bitters, the old and tried remedy. Ask your Drugglst. A CURE F0]: BRUNKE‘NNESS, The Imagination. Humbug.