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VOL. XVII.
WELDON, N. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 5, 1886.
NO. 20:
ADVERTISEMENTS.
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200 ACRES
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DAVIS & CO,
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PETERSBURG, VA.,
Have a large stock now coming in and
offer the Trade at Bottom Prices, viz :
1000 Bbls. Flour, good to finest patents.
100 Boxes bulk strips, ham butts, &c.
200 packages Best Pure Lard.
300 barrels and halves Mackerels and
Herrings.
100 pails No. 1 fat Mackerel.
50 boxes Cod fish.
150 Barrels of Bright Syrups.
50 Barrels New Orleans and P. R. Mo
lasses.
200 Sacks Rio, Laguayra and Java
Coffees.
150 Caddies fair to finest Teas.
500 Boxes Starch in bulk, pound and 3
pound packages.
350 Boxes Soap, all styles.
100 Barrels Best pure Kerosene Oil.
100 gross Ralph’s R. R. Mills and Belle
Snuif.
200 bags and barrels potatoes.
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500 Caddies and Boxes Chewing To
bacco.
100 Cases Smoking Tobacco.
50 Barrels fine Apples.
45 Boxes fine Oranges.
Brooms, Pails, Paper, Paper Bags,
Canned Goods, &c. &c.
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By mutual consent, the firm of Mullen & Moore’
Attorneys at Law, Halifax, N. C., is this day dis'
solved. Either partner is authorized to receipt for
the firm. Law business now in hand will be at
tended to jointly, by both partners as heretofore.
J. M. MULLEN,
JNO. A. MOORE.
Halifax, N. C. January 1.1886.
OHN A. MOORE,
ATTORNEY AT LA W,
HALIFAX, N. C.
Practices in the courts of Halifax, and adjoining
counties and in the Supreme and Federal courts of
North Carolina.
JAMES M. MULLEN, WALTER E. DANIEL.
^FULLER & DANIEL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
WELDON, N. C.
Practice in thecourts of Halifax and Northamp-
tonand in the Supreme and Federal courts. Col
lections made in al) parts of North Carolina.
Branch office at Halifax, N. C., open every Mon
day. jan7ly.
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COUNTY ATTORNEY,
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ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
SCOTLAND NECK, N. C.
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RALEIGH, N. C.
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Mr IT. H. Busbee and Mr. R. H. Smith, Jr,, Coun
selors at Law, have formed a limited partnership
for the practice of law iu Halifax county. Mr.
B isbee will attend the courts of Halifax, regularly,
and will also visit the county whenever his services
are required. oct!6 ly
fp HOMA S N. HILL,
Attorney at Law,
HALIFAX, N. C.
Practices in Halifax and adjoining counties and
Federal and Supreme courts.
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p W. MASON,
Attorney at Law,
GARYSBURG, N. C.
Practices in the courts of Northampton and ad
joining counties, also in the Federal and Supreme
courts. juueStf.
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Attorney at Law,
WELDON, N. C.
Special attention given to collections and remit
tances promptly made. may 1 tf.
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Surgeon Dentist.
Having permanently located iu Weldon, can be
found at his office in Daniel’s Brick Building at all
times except when absent ou professional business.
Careful attention given to all branches of the pro-
ession. Parties visited at their homes whcti de-
ired. julyl21y.
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Can be found at his office in Enfield.
Pure Nitrous Oxide Gas for the Painless Extrac
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TWO TO A BARGAIN.
BY T. MALCOLM WATSON.
The miller stood at his open door,
A pleasing sight to see;
Of worldly things he owned good store,
And acres broad had he.
Yes, I will wed whome’er I please,
And lead a merry life,
For happy’s the man that lives at ease.
With a pipe and loving wife.
“Oh, miller, have you flour to sell,
That you will sell to me;
And here is gold to pay you well
Whate’er the price may be."
He laughed and answered in a trice,
“Of flour I have no lack.
And if you would know the market price,
Two kisses for every sack.”
“Two kisses—it is a deal to pay,”
She merrily answered back,
“Yet, as tomorrow’s baking day,
We needs must have a sack.
And mother,” (but here she laughed outright)
“Has bidden me say to you
That she herself will^ome to-night,
And pay whatever is due.”
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“Harry is coming home,” aunt Ruth
said, when she read the letter Miss Braithe
had brought her. “You will like Harry,
I’m sure; everybody does. I wish he’d
settle down. I’ve often told him so, and
he’d laugh and say he was going to when
he found the woman he wanted. The wo
man who shares Harry Leighton’s home
will be fortunate, if she knows how to ap
preciate a home and a true heart.”
Miss Braithe looked away with a sigh
and shadow deepening in her eyes.
Harry Leighton came home a few days
after his letter.
Miss Braithe, coming home from her
day’s drudgery in the little school-house,
saw a young man sitting on the veranda at
Ruth’s feet, and knew that the nephew of
whom she had heard so much had come.
“Harry, this is Miss Braithe,” Ruth
said, as she came up the steps.
He rose and gave her his hand with a
pleasant ease of manner that put aside any
constraint or formality. He was a hand-
some, frank-faced man, and commanded
her respect at once. It was a very pleas
ant evening that they passed together. He
had read much, and he was a man who
could talk of what he had seen and read,
in a pleasant, entertaining way.
Miss Braithe felt that her new friend
was rather superior to the average men
she knew.
That was the beginning of a pleasant
friendship.
I think neither of them dreamed, at
first, of its ripening into anything more
than friendship.
But Ruth, with .keen eyes, saw that
Harry was in love at last, with the quiet-
faced little teacher, who never told any
thing of her past life.
Whatever it had been, Ruth was sure
of one thing, it had held some very pain
ful and bitter experiences, and their shad
ow was over her yet, and their memory
haunted her like a troubled dream.
^Don’t you know anything about her ?”
asked Harry one day.
“Only what I have told yon'” answer
ed Ruth. “She came here. She said she
wanfel to get away from the city. I’m
sure she’s got a good face. It’s a pure
face, and I have perfect faith in her, if she
doesn’t choose to take me into her confi
dence.”
That night Harry told Miss Braithe
that he loved her.
She tried to stop him.
Her face was very pale, and the shadow
in her eyes was deeper than ever.
“You ought not to have told me this,”
she cried. “Or instead of that, I ought
not to have listened.„ If I had been frank
with your aunt, as I ought to have been
when I came here, it would have saved us
this. I have deceived you both. I am—
a wife.”
She laid her head down in her hands
and wept like a child.
Harry stood there in silent pain and sur
prise.
“I want to tell you my story briefly,”
she said. “You have a right to know it.
and when you have heard it, you may not
think harshly of me.
“I was a child—a mere child—when I
was married to Richard Braithe. My
father, whose will had always been my law
forced me into the marriage.
“I was always afraid of the man whose
name I bore. There was something sinis
ter and crafty in his face and ways, and he
was cruel to me from the first.
“I don’t think he ever cared for me ;
but I had some money that came to me
from my mother, and he wanted that, and
through some influence over my father, he
got him to-favor his suit, and my youth
was made miserable by the marriage that
was worse to me than death.
“Richard Braithe was a gambler and a
spendthrift, and my fortune was gone in a
little while.
“Then he began to go down in the
world, deeper and deeper in disgrace every
day.
“I suspected after a little that he was
en g a ged in some dishonest business, and as
time went on, I found out what it was.
He was a member ofa gang of counter
feiters.
“He cursed me when he found that I
held his secret. He beat me till I thought
he was going to kill me in his brutal fren
zy. But I could not find death so easily,
“One day he came home in a wild hur
ry and excitement, livid with rage. He
swore that I had betrayed him. The
officers were oh his track. In vain I pro
tested my innocence. He struck me, and
I fell to the floor insensible. I knew noth
ing for hours after that. When 1 came
back to consciousness, they told me that
he had been captured and taken to jail to
await his trial. He was tried, convicted,
and sentenced for fifteen years, and there
he is to-day. I went to see him once.
He swore he would kill me if he ever got
out of his cell, and could find me. He
thinks I gave him up to justice ; but I did
not. This is my story. It is true, every
word of it. They will tell you so, if you
will take the trouble to ask. When I came
here, your aunt thought I called myself
Miss Braithe, and I thought it would be
no use to correct the mistake she had fall
en into. If I had it might have saved us
this.”
“My poor, poor darling,” Harry said
tenderly, with his eyes full of tears ; “if
you can bear what you have borne and
have to bear, I ought to bear the burden
that the loss of you will be to me, without
any murmuring. I love you and I shall
never love any other woman. But if! can
not have you, I cannot keep the thought
of you out of my heart; and some time, it
may be, the shadow will lift, and then I
can claim you, and help to make your life
what it ought to be; for I know you love
me. I have read it in your eyes.”
And he bent down and kissed her.
“Yes, I love you,” she sobbed; “that
will make the burden heavier—or lighter
—which ?”
Her eyes looked far away through the
tears that filled them.
“It is not long till heaven, and these
crooked paths will be straightened there.”
* * * $
The train was waiting for the men and
and women who had been somewhere and
were going somewhere.
Do you believe in fate?
If you do perhaps you will say it was
waiting for Richard Braithe.
Harry Leighton leaned out of the car
riage window, and wondered why they
were not starting.
The platform was empty.
There were no passengers to get in.
A liue and cry attracted his notice.
He looked that way and saw a man
coming toward the station at the top of
his speed, pursued by two other men, a lit
tle distance in the rear.
At that moment the train began to
move.
On—on, came the man who was flying
from his pursuers—on like the wind.
The train was moving quite swiftly
now. -
The man gave a leap and grasped the
door of a carriage.
There was a sudden lurch of his body.
And then he went down beneath the
wheels of the serpent juggernaut, and a
cry if borrow went up from his pursuers.
The train was stopped as soon as possible.
B it the man who had made one grand and
mighty effort to escape from the danger of
capture was a mangled mass of lifeless
flesh. He had escaped by the way of
death.
“Who was he ?” Harry Leighton asked,
turning away sick and faint.
Richard Braithe, the counterfeiter,” one
of the officers answered. “He was trans
ported for fifteen years, and effected his
escape.”.
* * * * * *
And so the shadow lifted. Death
brought freedom and peace, after storm
and sorrow. It is always thus. Out of
death life is born.
And Harry Leighton’s wife, contrasting
the old life with the new, wonders if earth
ever held a happier heart than hers. But
her happiness is chastened by the shadow
that ended in death, and it is purer and
sweeter for the memory of what she suffer
ed in the days gone by.
A TALE OFA LOVER.
“Do you see that row of poplars on the
Canadian shore, standing apparently at
equal distances apart?” asked a grave-
faced man ofa group of passengers on the
Fort Erie ferryboat yesterday.
The group nodded assent.
“Well, there’s quite a story connected
with those trees,” he continued. “Some
years ago there lived on the bluff, in Buff
alo, overlooking the river, a wealthy banker,
whose only daughter was beloved by a
young surveyor. The old man was inclined
to question the professional skill of young
Rod and Level, and to put him to the test
directed him to set out, on the Dominion
shore, a row of trees, no two of which
should be any further apait than any
other two. The trial proved the lover’s
inefficiency, and forthwith he was forbidden
the house and in dispair he drowned him
self in the river. Perhaps some of you
gentlemen with keen eyes can tell which
two trees are the furthest apart.”
The group to a critical view of the situ
ation and each member selected a different
pair of trees. Finally; after much discus
sion, an appeal was taken to the solemn-
faced stranger to solve the prob.em.
“The first and the last,” said he, calmy
resuming his cigar and walking away with
the air of a sage.—Buffalo Courier.
Coffins.—E. A. Cuthrell still keeps on
hand a large assortment of wooden and
metallic coffins and eases of all sizes and
qualities. Orders by mail promptly atten-
I ded to.
CHEERFUL DAKOTA LIAR.
Dakota Letter to Modern Miller.
In the East thousands of people plant
and sow “in the moon” to insure rapid
growth, but in Dakota it is dangerous to
plant in the prolific phase of the moon, so
they are careful to plant at such a time
that the moon will exert its influence in
holding the crop back. I have known
several disasters to result from neglect of
this precaution. One day last January I
got lost out in the country, and while I
was toiling through the long, new grass I
saw a man, with nothing on but his sus
penders, tearing along like mad. He stop
ped me just long enough to tell me what
was up, and off he went again for the Iowa
side of the Sioux River, which he cleared
at a bound, and fell on all fours into a
snow-drift four feet deep. He said he
and his wife had looked up the moon bus
iness, and had planted their garden the
evening before, but happened to get hold
of last year’s almanac and missed it about
four days. The result was that when he
woke up that morning the beets that he
had planted forty feet from the house had
crushed in his cellar wall, and had also
taken the door off its hinges, and were
just mopping the floor with all that was
left of his hired man, whom they had
snatched out of bed in the attic. He didn’t
know where his wife was, but saw some
shreds of a night-gown and several agate
buttons in the front yard as he fled. He
said there were pea-vines after him with
pods on ’em large enough for phantom
boats; and one could see by the way he
was dressed that if he was a liar at all he
was not a regular Dakota thoroughbred
sample. If I really thought 1 would ever
become an average Dakota liar I would
want to die.
About two weeks ago I saw a farmer
behind a straw-stack gathering in a heap a
lot of old bones and pieces of hides and
sprinkling salt on them. Yesterday I saw
the same man selling a fine pair of steers
to a butcher uptown. They were so fat
and had filled out so fast that he had pie
ced out their hides with an old buffalo
robe. He swore that they were the same
cattle I had seen him kicking together be
hind the straw-stack. He said all they
had eaten was some wild grass that had
sprung in his door-yard, where the women
folks had thrown out a few tubs of soap-
suds washdays. He said he had learned
that the best way to winter stock in Dako
ta was to knock them ail to pieces iu the
fall and set them up again as wanted; oth
erwise, unless we get a blizzard every week,
they were liable to get too fat and round
on the native grass.
Last fall I stopped at a house to borrow
a match to light my pipe with. The man
told me to go right out in the garden and
pick all I wanted. I did not know what
he meant at first, but he went out with
me, and—I’m almost afraid you’ll think I
am a liar for telling it—there was about
half an acre growing of the finest parlor
matches I ever saw. They were thick as
hairs on a blind mole. He said he had a
poor crop the year before because the seed
was too good for such soil. This year he
had mixed his seed matches with one-
fourth tooth-picks and got a splendid yield.
EARLY DEVELOPMENT.
In a very curious article which James
Sully has published in the Nineteenth Cen
tury he adduces evidence which seems to
establish not only that precocity is not
necessarily a sign of disease, but that ex
ceptional capacity, especially if it is of the
original kind which comes within the scope
of the word “genius,” is very apt to be
precocious. He shows that out of 287
great musicians, artists, scholars, poets,
novelists, men of science and philosophers,
231, or four fifths, were precocious chil
dren, giving signs of their unusual capac
ity in their special line of thought long be
fore they were 20; indeed, in some cases
before they had emerged from comparative
infancy. Mozart was exhibited as a pian
ist before he was 5, and Mendelssohn’s
first cantata was written at 11; while Bee
thoven at 9 had outgrown his father’s mu
sical teaching; Raphael was a scholar in
the studio at 12; Titian painted a Madon
na at the same age ; Morland was an ac
cepted portrait painter, highly paid by his
customers at 10; Landseer exhibited his
pictures at 13, and Flaxman carved busts
at 15; Goldoni at at 8 sketched out a com
edy; Calderon wrote a play at 14 ; Goethe
was a poet at 15 ; Beaumont composed
tragedies at 12, and Cowley’s epic, written
at 10, is said to be “an astonishing feat of
imaginative precocity.” Scott invented
stories at 12; Dickens was a charming “ra
conteur,” the delight of his companions at
9, and Charlotte Bronte wrote stories, as
well as poems and plays, at 14. Grotius
was a scholar at 12; Porson could repeat
the whole of Horace and Virgil before he
was 15, and Macauley at 8 put together a
compendium of universal history. New
ton was a mechanician at school; Laplace,
while a mere lad, was a mathematical
teacher; Pascal at 18 invented a calculat
ing machine; and Leibnitz thought out
difficult philosophic problems before he was
15. These are mere selections from much
longer lists; and as in many cases the ca
pacity must have .appeared and have
ped cither notice or record, ^'
it that with men of geniu°
times ol the most v
an almost mira
xule.
GATHERED TREA^T^ .
The roses of pleasure seldom last long
enough to adorn the brow of those who
pluck them, and they are the only roses
which do not retain their sweetness after
they have lost their beauty.
Our happiness and misery are trusted to
our conduct, and made to depend upon it.
A clear conscience can bear any trouble.
A flow of words is no proof of wisdom.
A fault once denied is thrice committed.
A danger foreseen is half avoided.
A young man idle, an old man needy.
Think much, speak little, write less.
Better it be done than wish it had been.
Report is a quick traveler, but not a
safe guide.
A wise man changes his mind, but a
fool never.
A little of everything is nothing in the
main.
A civil denial is better than a rude
grunt.
The greatest wealth is contentment with
a little.
Time is the rider that breaks youth.
Willows are weak, yet they bind other
wood.
There are some persons who ngver suc
ceed from being too indolent to attempt
anything; and others who regularly fail
because the instant they find success in their
power they grow indifferent and give over
the attempt.
The loving heart is the strong heart.
The generous hand is the hand to cling
to when the path is difficult.
There is room for the exercise of charity
everywhere—in business, in society and
the church; but the first and chiefest need
of it is at home, where it is the salt which
keeps all things sweet, the aroma which
makes every hour charming, and the divine
light which shines starlike through all
gloom and depression.
WHAT HAPPENS TO A GIRL.
Thirty-nine girls.
In ten years fifteen will have married.
In ten years seven out of the fifteen will
be widows dependent upon their own exer
tions for bread and meat.
In ten years fifteen of the remaining
twenty-four will be sleeping beneath the
sod. And how far apart they will be sleep
ing ! One in Georgia, one in California,
one in Ohio, one in Virginia, another, per
haps, in a missionary’s grave in China, an
other amid the ashes of the ancient Aztecs
of Mexico, another-—but only time will
tell where they all will sleep.
In ten years, the nine I have not yet
mentioned will begin to lose their sweetness
and develop something of the sourness
supposed to be inseparable from women
who are destined to be old maids.
In ten years, not one of the thirty-
nine but that will have tasted of the bitter
ness that comes in time to all human be
ings. Hope will be blighted, loved ones
will be claimed by that same skeleton you
beheld just now, sorrow in a hundred forms
will be experienced—indeed, to every one
a surfeit of dead sea fruit will be offered.
MIDSUMMER MAD.
[From the Philadelphia Times.]
The silly young graduate who wites A.
B. after his name on the hotel register.
The silly old maid with a fuzzy lap-dog
that she fondles and calls “her baby.”
The silly fellow in a short, tight bathing-
suit who lolls and dawdles in the sand to
show his shape.
The silly bore who thinks he knows
everything and gets acquainted with peo
ple to talk them to death.
The silly nurse-maid who wears Rhine
stone ear-rings and gets herself up in a
cheap imitation of her mistress.
The silly snob who tries to impress stran
gers by talking familiarly of important
people he doesn’t know.
The silly widow who makes her even
ing toilet at her window on the ocean
front without pulling down the window.
The silly father who makes a tremen
dous fuss over his baby and asks every one
he meets if they’ve “seen his boy.”
The silly old married woman who wears
short skirts and sashes and skips around
the hotel porch like a girl of sixteen.
The silly bather who goes out beyond
the stake to show he’s not afraid and has
to be lugged in likea soaked rat by the
life-guard.
The silly girl at the seaside who plasters
her complexion an inch thick with cosmet
ics and thinks nobody knows the differ
ence.
RULES OF CONDUCT.
1. Never lose any time. I do not think
that lost which is spent in recreation evr
day; but always be in the habit ' V
employed.
2. Never err in the lea:
3. Never say an ill’
when thou canst 8”
Not only speak
4. Never 1
body.
5
MRS. CLEVELAND’S ROOM.
THE APARTMENTS AT THE WHITE HOUSE
RESERVED FOR HER USE.
If you should take the President’s house
and run a line through it from north to
south, at the end of the library, you would
cut off Mrs. Cleveland’s part of the man
sion from that of the President’s. She
has five bed-rooms, and they are all large
and airy. Just off’ from the library there
is a cozy room which used to be known as
the girl’s room, and it was in this that
Nellie Grant lived and Nellie Arthur oc
cupied it during the last Presidential term.
The Presidential bridal chamber is the
state bedroom, and it looks different now
to what it did when Mrs. Cleveland first
came into it. There are more home touch
es. and the dressing table always has it
flowers. When President Arthur was
here be had his wife’s picture, which hung
on one of these walls, wreath ed with roses
every morning. Now the roses are every
where about the room, and the gardener
has done his best to make it look beauti
ful. There is a wide lounge, or divan, at
one side of the room, and the bed is of
rosewood, with a great canopy of silk bro
cade in gold and silver above it. A rich
Turkish carpet covers the floor, and there
are a number of easy chairs scattered about
the room.
Great chunks of wood lie upon the
highly polished brass andirons, and the
mantel is covered with a heavy velvet
cloth of a soft, dark red. There is a tidy
on one of the armchairs bearing the in
scription in red, white and blue silk: “God
bless our country and our President.” It
was in this room that the Prince of Wales
slept when he visited the country, and if
Victoria dies soon enough the bridal cham
ber of President Cleveland will have been
the only guest chamber in the United
States that has slept a king.
SUPERSTITIONS.
American Angler.
My father, an officer in the British ser
vice, was an enthusiastic amateur sea fish
erman. He it was who taught me to catch
mackerel, with a trout rod and fly, or
rather with a white or grey feather tipped
with scarlet and made in the form of a
fish—not a fly. The good old gentleman
was genial and garrulous, and nothing de
lighted him more than to converse with
the rough but honest fishermen of the
const. On one Queasier. ™ jhf CoU J'™**
of Fifeshire, Scotland-_ near Pitten .
1 think—a group o f fishermen were seated
OB the beach lazily mending their nets, at
a distance of fifty yards or so from a boat
that had been drawn up above high water
mark. Two or three pigs were rooting
for mussels at some further distance off.
Happening to point to the animals and
make some remarks respe cting those swine
my respected progenitor was astonished to
see every man leap to his feet and with
horror depicted on his face run at utmost
speed and place his finger on a nail or ring,
bolt or thole pin or other piece of iron of
the boat, to break the evil spell. At the
same time my amazed parent was warned
never again to utter the word swine on the
sea coast. If he should have occasion to
mention the malign animals at all he w:g
to call them beasties. Subsequent inquiry
could only elicit a confused statement that
the devil enters into swine (not beasties),
caushing them to run down a steep place
into the sea and spoil the fishing.
A BOY CROWN UP.
Young people rarely realize, when criti
cising their elders, that the traits or habits
that seem to them obnoxious were formed
in early life. If their manners are rude,
if they lack tact, if they are not well in
formed, it is because they have not made
use of their opportunities. Manners are
the truest indications of character. A dis
courteous person is both careless and sel
fish, for the best manners are but the ex
pressions of the Golden Rule; they are the
card of introduction to strangers. A friend
can introduce you in good society, but he
cannot keep you there; that depends on
yourself.
A boy of kindly nature is rarely rude.
A boy of selfish nature is polite only when
his own desires are not interfered with.
Every man is the result of his own boy
hood and youth. If he has read good
books, kept himself informed of passing
events, he becomes what the world terms
a well-informed, intelligent man
has wasted bis tim“ '
read only ser
neglected
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ADVERTISEMENTS.
B LOOD A ND MONE VT
The blood of man has much to do in shaping his
actions during his pilgrimage through this trouble
some world, regardless of the amount of present or
expectant money in pocket or stored away ’n bank.
It is a conceded fact that we appear as our blond
makes ns, and the purer the blood, the happier,
healthier, prettier and wiser we are; hen-e theoft
repeated interrogatory, “how is your blo id?" With
pure streams oflife giving fluid coursing through
our veins, bounding through our hearts and plough
ing through our physical frames, our morals be
come better, our constitution stronger, our intellect
tual faculties more acute and grander, and men
women and children happier, healthier and more
lovely.
The unprecedented demand, the unpar dlele I cu
rative powers, and the unmistakable proof from
those of unimpeachable character and integrity,
point with unerring linger to B. B. B.—Botanic
Blood Balm—as far the best, the cheapest, the
quickest and the grandest and most powerful Blood
remedy ever before known to mortal man, in the re
lief and positive cure of Scrofula, Rheumatism, Skin
diseases, all taints of blood poison, Kidney com
plaints, old ulcers, and sores cancers, catarrh, etc,
B. B. B. isonly about three years old—a baby in
age, a giant in power—but no remedy in America
can make or ever has madesuch a wonderful show
ing in its magical powers in curing and entirely
eradicating the above complaints, and gigantic
sales in the face effrenzied opposition and would-
be moneyed monopolists.
Letters from all points where introduced are
pouring in upon us, speaking in its loudest praise*
Some say they receive more benefit from one bottle
of B. B. B, than they have from twenty, thirty and
fifty “nd even one hundred bottles ofa boasted de
coction of an inert and uou-medicinal roots and
branches of commonest forest trees We hold the
proof in black and white, and we also hold the
fort.
POLICEMAN’S VIEWS.
Mrs. M. M. Prinec, living at 33 West Fair St., At
lanta, Ga., has been troubled for several months
with an ugly form of catarrh, attended with a co
pious and oflensive discharge from both nostrils.
Hersystem became so affected and reduced that
s he was confined to bed at my house for sometime
a id received the attention of three physicians,
and used a dozen bottles of an extensively adver
tised blood remedy, all without the least benefit.
She finally commeced the use of B. B. B. with a
decided improvement at once, and when ten bottles
had been used, she was entirely cured of all symp
toms of catarrh.
It gave her an appetite, an increased her strength
rapidly, and I cheerfully recommend it as a cheap
tonic and Blood Puffier.
J. W. Gloeb,
Atlanta, January 10,1886, Policeman.
A BOOK OF WONDERS, FREE.
All who desire full information ..’bout th/- cause
an I cure of Blood Poisons, Scrofula and Scrofutov *.
nngs, Lleers, bv»-s rvnvu ..v,. eom-
p.aints Catarrh, etc., can secure by mnil free, a
copy of our 32-page Illustrated Book of Wonders,
filled with the most wonderful and startling proof
ever before known.
Address BLOOD BALM CO.,
Atlanta, Ga.
1857 ESTABLisiiED
1857
JANUARY at,*1857.
RUFE. W. DANIEL*
:o: Dealer in 'o:— ■ ■
GROCERIES,
LIQUORS,
FINE WINES,
CIGARS,
TOBACCO
ic., Ac.
HERGNER & ENGEL’S
LAGER BEER ON ICE.
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June 28 l-y
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Tickets at one fare for the -
be on sale July 3d
return until July r