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More than one bluff, old grizzled pilot passed the rough sleeve of his oil~skin coat over the corner of his eye and hung his head to recall the happy, blooming face of Maude as it was when Peter Purver was alive and outside Davv Jones's L'*cker. as, with a ‘shake of his head, he saw the slender figure of the orphan girl leave her discarded work‘ to defy the criticism of her friends and the inclemeucy of the weather that she might fulfill her daily vigil on the stormient beach. AS SUNSHINE AFTER RAIN. \Vith an indifferent abstraction, Maude 'Purver had refused all invitations to merry- making w'th a look which, being the reflex of a. brok n spirit, silenced all persuasion and repelled every attempt at interference ‘ between her and her trouble. Ever prone to reflection in brighter moods, she now abandoned herself to that absorbing pastime, which, with impercep- tible familiarity, steals over the mind till the consciousness is almost withdrawn from material things and seems capable of hold- ing converse with the beings of another World or the ethereal phantoms that are born of the fancy. Her thoughts, in such a short time had grown wonderfully vague in regard to everyday matters, so much so that it appeared to cause her a. shock to be aroused to the necessities of the body. Out- wardly she was calm and self-possessed, or apparently so ; but when any direct appeal was made to her understanding in reference to things around her, it seemed as if her soul was ebbing away in quest or something vanished in a haze of ether, which, though not visibleto the sight, yet afforded con- cealment to an object which another and finer sense could detect. And, when called back by the discordant tones of an earthly voice, there was in her brown, lustrous eyes just that look of bewilderment which can sometimes be seen in the first glance of one suddenly awakened from a dreamless sleep. She had been watched by eager. .prying eyes when she was alone, and her medita- tions had in part been made known to an eavesdropper in the disconnected mutter- ings that now and again oozed from her lips, as she emphasized them aloud with un- conscious preoccupation. "THEN THE GLAD REAPING." Softly fell (2 e snow as angels‘ tears upon the silent: eirth, as the old year waned into oblivion unseen and, perhaps, by some un- regretted, with all its hundreds of days wherein their misdoiugs were catalogued and set: down against them to their shame. It is now New Year’s Morning. The world is wedded to another year, and Christendom, as a jubilant bridegroom, is spending the honeymoon in scenes of festiv- ity a. 1d rejoicing. As a. shower of rice, the snowflakes that fell yesternight in tears of farewell over the departing year, now fell upon the young and blushing bride, eddying and careering in a. whirl as they descend in the air, tiring the eye and bewildering the senses as flake alter flake is noted and lost in the giddy maze of the circlin snowfall. The earth is robed in white to do honor to the happy nuptials, and from the boughs of the skeleton trees a. myriad of icicles sparkle and glisten at every break in the clouds when the sun winks slyly through, and looking like the sugar filigree of at Wed- ding-cake whenever he blinks, as they hang Four days have elat-sed since the Alba- tross had entered the river, but no tidings of her missing passenger, either dead or alive, have come to soothe thp dull aching of that maiden heart, so out?~ of harmony with the jubilant throng. in fantastic clusters, perfect ornaments of Nature‘s handiwork. The bright, green holly, with its scarlet berriesuis more season- able than orange blossoms, and it is scatter- ed er‘erywhere about to enchant the bride and woo the presence of the bridegroom be~ neath its sister plant, the mistletoe. .n “Arthtir, where are you ?â€"Where can you be ?" she had been heard to exclaim. And then at intervals she had said : “ No â€"no, not; dead. He is not dead. I should see his spirit if he were dead. VVhereâ€"oh ! Where can he be ‘3" Thrgossips of the hamlet said she was “out of her mind,” and with a “Poor Wench she’ll soon be in the loo~natic asylum,” would usually Wind up their moralizing with such edifying perorations as : “ Lawk- a. day! this be an awf 1y queer world for a body to dwell in, to bésure." The children with whom she had always been a favorite, even seemed to have notic- ed the change in her manners, and began to call her “Crazy Maud." They? would shrink from her in fear when she passed them, and if she did but look upon them with that absent gaze they would run away, whisper- ing among themselves when they were out of her hearin that she was mad and might perhaps kill 1; em. But when they talked of the madhouse as being the fittest place for Maude, there was one who came forward, and in a voice deep as the tones of old Neptune’s said that should never come to pass. He was a grufl‘ old man, with a shaggy head of ginger hair and a beard equally shaggy and unkempt, but With Lan eye of true. blue and honest frankness. He, too, had once been a pilot, and in those days had been a staunch friend of Peter Purver, the orphan girl's father. But since then the grim reaper had passed that way and made sad havoc with his heart and hearth. His second child had scarce been born, when moth- mother and babe were put to sleep beside the slumbering form of his first-born; and now he was alone in the world. Bereft of all he held dear to himself, he became reck- less and sought the oblivion over which broods the demon Drink. As apilot, he became tobe regarded as unreliable, and hence his certificate was ere long suspended by the Board of Trade. This made him worse than ever, and forced him to pick up a precarious livelihood at fishing and doing odd jobs on the river. The lunatic asylum was no fit place for Maude Purver, and his manhood awoke from the torpor of drunkenness and declar. ed him a rnanrand the strength of the-weak. “Sandy Bob,” as he ways called in the village, reformed ins. day, and, with the tremor of the glass still upon him, he vow- ed to drink no more and to protect the orphan daughter of his deceased messmate, though he should be compelled to “ navel-- ‘ ) )’ gate & stone-barge fur a. livm . A generous act is ever fraught with good PART II. WILL 'I‘- JAMES. to the deer of it, and Sandy Bob, although the orphan, Maude, never was driven to seek the shelter of his hospitable though humble roof, knew the good that redounds to the generous soul. In resolving to Save Maude, he had saved himself, body and soul, from an inevitable destruction. From that time forth he was a. changed and sober min, and the sequel will show the result of hiegenerosity. .i.. _..,An:n_ .L "w ,3“.-- v--. . One dayâ€"in fact, tobe more precise, it was this very New Year’s Dayâ€"Maude stood shivering in the wind and falling snow on a. rugged promontory that com- manded a. wide range of View both up and down the Channel, looking steadfastly sea.- ward. Her eyes were fixed as upon an object far away, yet she saw nothing but what her fancy pictured, for the blinding snow obscured the outlook of her vision. ithfia her thoughts that were busy, not her eyes. Shemwas engrossed in a reverie that made her callous to the cold and all else._ “ Arthur-uth yes,' Arthur 1" she mur- mured, like one Whose thoughts had drifted on an ebbing tidefar away beyond her com~ mand. His presence was palpably obvious to her sight ; but of late she had been lead bv faith rather than sight. All material t‘ings had grown so misty and indistinct, that while she paid little heed to the tangiA bilities of normal life, she associated all the reality with what was within the realm of her imagination. It was not until he had made another appeal to her understanding that she awoke to her normal consciousness. Then she sprang into his arms and clasped his sun-burnt neck in a fervent embrace. At a glance from those keen, bright eyes that sparkled with love and joy from beneath their curling lashes, she was restored to a full appreciation of the bliss of that glad meeting. The spell of mental aberration mk:nk hurl nagrlv withdrawn hp!" familties hue BluU U1 a. I115“ "an. L'utllnu u: ...... v himself heard by man, he prayed with earn- est zeal to the God who bears in secret for speedy deliverance. 0 It came, for he had been seen. The door of the lighthouse opened and a ladder was let down ‘tO't’he' rocks before his eyes. The figure of aman, clad in a suit of oilskins and suu'wester cap, clambcred down to where a boat was made fast in a sheltered spot. Arthur waited while he got down and then hailed him with “ Lighthouse, ahoy l” The wind had abated to a. momentary lull, and the man heard him. Returning a response, he waded into the sea, and then, without stopping to pull the anchor aboard, he cut the rope, seized the oars and with a couple of stout pulls turned the stem of the boat seaward and rowed swiftly to the rescue of Arthur, who, by this time, was beginning to drown. She was so much beside herself that she did not see the stalwart figure ofa young man wading with rapid strides through the deep snow toward her, as straight as though he was his certain destination ; nor did her ears, quick and keen of hearing though they usually were, catch the sound of his heavy respiration as he drew near. With a face tinged with the mingled glow of ruddy crimson and russet brown assimilated from the same sun in the two hemispheres of the world, he might have been told among a thousand as the one whom his friends call. ed dead. He appréached her with eager steps and touched her arm. As though she had been slightly startled, she shrank from him, shuddering like one who felt the magnetic contact of a ghost. Emotions Bwelled and surged like a suffocating tide within him, and to attract her attention he could but touch her lightly as before. Partially aroused, she still kept her gaze seaward and drew her thoughts as a mantle more closely about her, thinking it was one of the neigh- bors sent to fetch her home. \Vith an impulse that made the word he uttered a. thrilling cry, he found his voice and quke her nameâ€"only her first name, In an instant she turned with a. shrill sound more of anguish than of delight, and then looked dazed and vaguely into his eyes. “\Vhat‘s the matter?” he ask blank astonishment at- her 5 behavior. “I am Arthurâ€"1 Travers ; don‘t you kn_ow me, Maude Then she sprang into his arms and clasped his sun-burnt neck in a fervent embrace. At a glance from those keen, bright eyes that sparkled with love and joy from beneath their curling lashes, she was restored to 21. full appreciation of the bliss of that glad meeting. The spell of mental aberration which had nearly withdrawn her faculties from earthly things was broken, and quick as a somnambulist may be aroused to a. knowledge of things about him, she recov- ered from the psychological torpor in which she had been dreaming. In a transport of ecstacy, she sighed deeply and then burst into tears, while he, with tender solicitude, looked askance for a kiss. It is not for me to say the number of times their lips met, nor should I reiterate tln sweet words that flowed spontaneously from their hearts after those years of part- ing. Let it suflice when I say they were the echoes of many a heart-uttered phrase of en- dearment, which oi th'emselveshave no charm for an ear for which they were not intended. It may sound like a paradox. but there are, nevertheless, words that, when spoken at the instant of their inception, are teeming with significance and pathos, but which, when subjected to a verbatim repetition, appear the expression of foolishness. And there are Words we oftimes say to those whom we love which lose their meaning when they are analyzed for their grammati- cal import. His first act when she had released him from her embrace was to take off his thick overcoat and wrap it about her, and then, with his arm around her waist, to lead her gently away, telling her as they walked along of what had befallen him that he did not rarrive with the ship at Bristol. He said that on the evening of his disap- pearance from the ship, he was down he- tween-decks sitting on an empty barrel near an open port-hole on the starboard side. He as looking fondly at the familiar scenes of is boyhood, as they flitted past like they had so often done in his dreams daring by- gone years of his sojourn abroad. His mind had rambled on in advance of the ship along the shore-line, not even pausing in its imaginary flight to take a peep at the pretty little town of Weston-Super-Mare, so snugly ensconced between the hills, where he had often been when a lad ;but Wile as an arrow to its churse his thoughts had flowu to a hamlet on the banks of the Avon, where was his heart's-ease and soul’s desire. In the phantasm of anticipation, he had al- ready encircled the beloved form of his fu- ture wife with his arm and pressed her many times to his heart, whenâ€"â€"there was a.‘ sudden lurch of the ship to leeward which ‘ precipitated him into the Channel. The evening was squally and the sea choppy and rough. As he slid along under the ship’s counter and was whirled round in the eddying vortex of the vessel’s wake, he shouted f0 i help ; but the choking brine of sea. stifled his voice, and the shrieking wind in the rigging of the steamer stopped the ears of the helmsman so that he was not heard. Arushing sound was in his ears and a. gurgling noise in his throat; the water seethed and hissed in an efi‘ervescence above his head; there was a sense of suffocation in his lungs; bright and various-colored lights danced, and glimmered before his eyes; a. dioramic picture of his life’s doings was spread out on the canvas of memory likea. scroll before him, and a prayerful ejaculation was upon his lips when the light ” he asked, in t‘ her strange Arthur â€" Arthur 9n (9f the declining day came wiLh & flash to his eyes as he rose to the surfaee. \Vith s sudden instinct, he made a. spasmodic efiort to swim. He had made but a few strokes, when he felt the contact of something that was heavy and buoyant at his back. En- dowed with the stimulus of hope for the moment, he turned in the water and threw his arms around the small barrel on which he had been seated before he fell overboard, which had rolled into the sea after him. Recovering his presence of mind, he look- ed around him on the angry waves. The ship had left him far behind, and from it there was no help to be expected. The twilight of a. winter‘s evening had come ovur land and water already, and the cold was growing intense. Could he, almost pxralyzed with cold as he was, hope ever to reach the shore alive, which was, at least, smile distant? \Vould the stamina. or u. vigorous physique be capable of sustaining him on the surface of that furious, buileting sea for, perhaps, several hours? It seemed impossible sngl ‘ho‘peless. ' q But young life is tenacious in its grip and will not readily relinquish the ghost. “ While there‘s life there’s hope,” and while there‘s hope there‘s strength, and while there’s strength there‘s a. chance for life. So bravely he struggled on, holding to the keg and using his feet as propellers. 1 u Turning his head as he was hoisted sky ward on a rolling billow, he saw a. sight which had escaped his notice until now that sent a thrill of energy to every muscle of his body. It was a lighthouse not more than half a mile distant, towering boldly above a group ofjagged rocks, a. bleak and isolated object on the wide expanse of sea. and sky. His only hope now was to gain the lighthouse, and for the task of fatigue before him he nerved himself with might and courage. m r s . e After prodigious efforts and extreme suf- fering, he could at last hear the roar and thunder of the surf on the rocks at the base of the tower. The tide was out and the rocks were sharp and dangerous, offering very small facility, even in moderate weather, for an easy landing. The sea. be ing at the present high and rough, it made the task of getting ashore uuhurt still more difficult in consequence. - u ‘-. He could see the light of a candle shining through one of the lower windows of the lighthouse and then gradually ascend from window to window till it could be seen in the glass dome of the turret. Anon a dazzl- ing burst of light flashed athwart the water, a. kindly beacon for the wary mariner on a. stormy night. How it cheered his fainting heartl How he shouted loud and frantic; as he fancied the rays shone right on him and must reveal his danger to the keeper of the lighthouse 2 But how poignant was his apprehension of its futility. as the sound of his voice seemed to recoil on him as from the side of a. high wall. Failing to make himself heard by man, he prayed with earn- est zeal to the God who hears in secret for speedy deliverance. 9 ‘. m. 1 1,”, It came, for he had been seen. The door of the lighthouse opened and a. ladder was let; down tO't’he' rocks before his eyes. The figure of aman, clad in a. suit of oilskins and auu'wester cap, clambcred down to where a. Cold and benumbed, and at the very gates of death, Arthur was soon assisted by the brave lighthousemau into his boat and taken back to the lighthouse, where he received from the man’s good wife all the care and cordials his condition required. 0n thensieeend day he; was able to leave, promising to compensate them for their kigd hgspitality. FAIIA1,,E In the early morning of the last day of the old year, a. small sailing boat brought the keepers’ rations and cheer for the week of festivity and proper celebration of the New Year. In an hour after she had touched at the lighthouse, the little boat, with her prow pointing shoreward, was rifting a track through the dividing waves, dancing buoy- autly to the rolling motion of the breeze and the sea. Seated in her sternsheets was Arthur, full of thunkfuluess to God for his providential deliverance from death and for the happy prospect before him. The day was bright and clear ; the air was crisp and invigorating, and the sea was tolerably calm. A barque with swelling canvas was sgudding along up the Channel before a fair wind, while the scene was en- livened by numerous seagullsâ€"the arabs of the ocehnâ€"pouncing now upon a stray mor- sel of food, now gliding upon idle wing in mid-air, now soaring aloft, ever restless and vigilant in their search for food. It was in- deed a day and a. scene to gladden the heart of one who in early years was nursed on the bosom of the deep. I- u. v uvuv... v; n“. ‘V 7‘, , As he had no money in his pocket when he landed, he had to walk to the home of his beloved and future bride. As he drew nigh to the village, he was about to pass the place where Maude was maintaining a. constant watch for him, when he saw and recognized in that cure-Worn face the lineaments of one whom he had traveled many thousands of miles to wed. They reached home together to the amaze- ment of everybody in the little village and to the especial delight of Sandy Bob, who wasithe first one to teach Arthur how to tie 1:. nautical knot when he was a. boy, That afternoon they were married in Bris- tol by special license, and old Sandy Bob returned with them to the hamlet after the ceremony was over, bOasting that he had been helping Arthur to get “ spliced,” which he had an idea would “last longer Wi’out comin’ undone nur any knot he ever knowed on.” They were a. happy couple. The one was strong fand contented in the possession of his new-found treasure, and the otherâ€"re- stored as if by magic to her gaiety of former daysâ€"was fresh and blooming as the rose in the consummation of love’s yeamings, a. pair well calculated to refute without the stigma. of words the prophecies of the village cronies who had destined her for the pre- cincts of Bedlam. It was almost rosy June once more. Every little hillock was crowned with agar- land of posies, and every nook and sequest- ered dell were fragrant with the perfume of the sweet briar and violetand bright and gay with yellow daffodils, cowslipsand primroses. The bees bummed drowsin in the summer air : the chafliuch piped in the tangled brake, and the throstle from the hawthorn replied with swelling gusto; the may was in bloom, scenting the air with a. delicious aroma, and all the air of the country lanes was rife with the lazy droning of the sum mer insects and ablaze with sunshine and beauty. The Skylark and the nightingale trilled their joyous roundelay as sweet as of yore; the robin on the twig was as pert and amorous as ever, and the moth and the but- Eé-x-‘fl-yVBégrfiu again the flirtation of the sea.- son; and the whole world where summer reigned as Queen of the Seasons was blithe and mer:y. I ,1 1,,. At thithime there were two hearts heat ing as one to the time of the chorus of the warbling birds, that truly had throbbed in unison in times past, but only to the recip rocative measure of afl‘aching pang. As the birds on outstretched Wing, cleft the balmy wind and soared whithersoever they would, so their spirits spread the plumage of their wings and rose on the zephyrs of thought until they seemed to fly through the portals of Elysium, there to luxuriate in peace. .1 1 \r,,,s _.A_‘ ‘llf- lw’i‘yéy were Arthur and Maud, now Mr‘ and Mrs. Travers. The good .ship Grasshopper, on which they had embarked) as first-class passengers to New York en route for Melbourne, Aus- tralia, via San Francisco, skimmed like a. wild sea-bird over the curling tops of the foam‘crested billows of the broad Atlantic, her prow headiug'flqe west. I,IJE,, A, They were reclining at ease on folding chairs under an awning on the afterdeck, and near them was seated no less a. person- age than Sandy Bob, quaffing sedate whifl's of the “best baccy" he had “ ever smoked in his day" with the philosophic air of a. re- flective sage. He had been musing thus for half an hour, while Maude and Arthur Whispered their thoughts to each other in a. full and complete enjoyment of their mu- tual companionship and‘afi‘ection. . “‘- Presently the profundity of Sandy Bob's reverie was marred by the extinction of the tobaceo in his pipe. A succession of hollow pops, as ofa. cork being withdrawn from a. bottle, failing to revive the extinguished glow in the bowl of his vade memml, he ven- ted a. sigh of disgust, and thrusting the dust in his pipe tightly into the cavity with his horny fore-finger, he transferred it to his vest pocket with deliberation, saying as he“ did so : ' “ You says, Master Arthurâ€"if I make so bold as to call yer by yer fust nameâ€" has ’ow ther’ be lots 0’ kangaroo arunnin’ round ‘ yer ranch in Hostraly, aheatin’ up u\‘ yer grass an’ the likes 0’ that wot yer wants the sheep fur to ’ave, eh? Its nigh outer thirty year since I fust sot my eyes on any 0’ them ther’ varmints; an’ I dont like the looks on ’em no ways at all. They don't ’pear na- teral to me, wi’ them long ’ind legs 0’ their’n, a’oppin’ and ajumpin’ about like so many grass'oppers they be, on'y magnified. I was a young shaver then, aboard uv a Chiny trader, an’ we was chartered to land a cyargo uv tay at Sydney. VV’en we gets ther’, wot did I do but takes the gold fever d’rectly I put my fut ashoieâ€"it Was mighty strong then, and wunst a. man got it, it stuck in ’is bones like the rheumatizâ€"an’ so I jes’ deserts the ship an’ lites out fur the diggin's way up the country. 1 seed a ’eap 0’ them long-legged, quar-lookin’ ereeturs on the road, I can tellee ; an’ many‘s the time I‘ve ’elped the settlersâ€"jes‘ fur the ride an’ the fun, yer knowâ€"fur to whack ’em on the yed with a bludgeon. Ther‘s rare sport in kang- aroo ’untin’, I can telleeâ€"more‘n’ ’untin fur a livin’ on this side the water. An’ so good luck to us all, says I, W’en we gets ther’ !” “ And so say I, Bob,” said Arthur. “ And so say I, too,” chorused Maude as one of her old coquettish smiles came to her face and suffused her soft cheek with a da mask hue. “An’ w‘en I gets to beâ€"has you says I shallâ€"deputy boss uv the ranch,” continued Bob, “an’ can ride around like 8. lord an’ tell them ther’ blacks wot to do an’ ’ow to do it, why I shall {eel prouder nor on the day w’en I fust learned fur to box the com- pass ‘ “ Oh, yes, you‘ll have some jolly times as well as the rest of us, no doubt. \Yhen we get home and have put the shebang to rights, we’ll have a real old Colonial kick~up, and then after that we’ll settle (1mm and begin to know what comfort means, won’t we, my love?" said Arthur, turning as he spoke the last phrase, to his wife. ‘ “ Have we not already begun to know the comforts and pleasures of life, Arthur '2” she replied. “ I feel like one resurrected from ‘ a. living death of hypeless despair to a. glori- ous realization of gladness and joy. How appropriate the words of scripture: ‘Let us not be weary in well doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not,’ Let us in our hearts, Arthur, thank the Father of all Mercies for his loving kindness in bringing us together, with hearts attuned by the ten» sion of adversity to chord with each other, so that they throh now in love and har- mony, not only towards ourselves but to the .whole of mankind. Let us not forget the goodness of Him whose voice has stilled the tempest and made our lives as serene as a cloudless dayâ€"as bright as sunshine after rain ! A Good Corn Sheller for 25c A marvel of cheapness, of efficacy, and of promptitude is contained in a. bottle of that famous remedy, Putnam's Painless Corn Extcrzaufiwr.~ It goes right to the root of the trouble, there acts quickly but so painlessly that nothing is known of its operation until the corn is shelled. Beware of substitutes offered for Putnam‘s Painless Corn Extrac- torâ€"safe, sure and painless. 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A pamphlet explaining this new treatment is sent free on receipt of stamp by A. H. Dixon & Son, 308 King Street West Toronto. Canaan. Small colored pocket handkerchiefs of silk muslin, linen lawn, and batisbe are in high favor. ' Whenever your Scoth or Bowels get! out 0! or. der, causing Biliousnese, Dyspepsia. or Indigestion, and their attendant evils, take at once a dose of Dr. uarsons Stomach Bitters. Best family medicine, All Druggiata. 50 oefita. CRIMES AND CASUALTIES. Full blouses are so much in favor that the revival of all sorts of belts follows as a. mat- ter of course. In Book form, contains a correct record of the FAST- EST Tun! and best: performances in all Dxrmrumns Ol' SPORT. Aquatic and Athletic perionnances, Bil- liard, Racing and Trotting records. Baseball, Cricket, Lacrosse. etc. Price 6c. Stamps taken. Address all orders to THE RECOB l), 50 Front St. East, Toronto, Canada, Room No. 15. A hatter says a French head is small and round, usually. Free! Free_ ! ! Free! ! ! A Book of Instructmn and Price List 0n Dyeing and Cleaning, to be had gratis by calling at any of our offices, or by post by sending your address to R. Parker & (10., Dyers andCleaners, 759 to 763 Yonge St., Toronto. Branch Offices: 4 John St. N., Hamilton; 10) Colborne St, Brantford. Japanese ladies are rapidly adopting the European fashion of dress. People who are subject to bad breath, foul coated tongue, or any disorder 01 the Scouméh, can u once be relieved by using Dr. Carson's Stomach Bitters, the old and tried remedy. Ask your Drugzist. The English Mechanic prints the follow- ing as a. speedy cure for rneumztismzâ€" One quart of milk, quite hot, into which stir ounce of alum; this will make curds and whey. Bathe part affected with the whey until too cold. In the meantime keep the curds hot, and, after bathing, put them on as s. poultice, wrap in flannel and go to sleep (you can.) Three applications should be a. perfect cure, even in aggravated cases. When fragile woman sighs. depleting The charms that quickly fade away, What power, the bioom of health restoring, Can check the progress of decay? The only aid that's worth attention, For pains and ills of such description, Thousands of women glwly mentionâ€" 'Ti‘l “ Pierce’a Favorite Prescziption.” I’l‘he Sporting Recqrq,