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PRESSED BRICK and " ‘ .‘7 7533A GOTFAQfar partitions. teats FANG CEMENT. Star Brand, IER PARIS, Albert Brand. 'yl Dresser 9303 AND - - I- COLEMAN’S SALT _>'.\SII, MOULDIXGS and other S shomce, .\'o. 77; Mill .'0. 7 ‘1' OF iring trade. Bring {ls repairs. Best value ...in. ft:.'_"£):‘ ial mhxes in Wed- ding Presents. QmLXTIEsm are still doing alarge nhes, Pins, Ladies’ Long Chains, rcls, Rings, Etc, .1»- , Eare never behind in rzhing New or N obby. [few days we will Show 16 of the Newest De- signs in The Jeweller.” be found a great hill Ride one and have ’edding and eeper Rings 1N BARRELS. more practical im- 5, so it therefore lav. ays shown one of argest and best assort- :tocxs in the county. )I .?HTY A 36111:, Lindsay. E JEWELLER, 0090. reduction to make Y'0cm other goods. ed LI'MBER, Shingles, 0n Mortgages. more popular other wheel in K; “No! she should be the first to say it was time to postpone the practlce until another day. I was in hopes the wheel was in such condition, after the hard fall, that it would be impossible to use it, butoutmde of a. few scratches it came out of the tumble as did its ownerâ€"not in the least damaged. “Well, we tried the mounting busi- ness over again, and this time I was prepared for the shock, and she did land on the saddle most beautifully. After I had balanced the seemingly uncontrollable wheel and told her to get ready for the start off, she said to me that she could tide fairly well now that she was on and if I could just, take hold under the back of the saddle; and follow her in that way she thought she could pedal forward very well. I did as she told me and after gizing_ the "To t<~11 the truth I was not at all anxious to continue the demoralizing lesson, as I wx.s sure the experience wouid be the death of me, but I couldn’t for an instant think of telling my fair companion that. I had to give up. it dangling about my ankle. lwas also aware of the fact that there were several non-repairable punctures in my trousers and that my anatomy was bruised and sore in more places than I could enumerate in a three-page arficle. “I was not much injuredâ€"noâ€"but whatever thoughts I had had of spend- ing an enjoyable evening were rudely dispelled from my mind. No I was nut injured, but I could almost swear that one of the pedals of that machine had cut out a. few square inches of my shin bone and I imagined I could feel “Miss Jones and I walked to a street seldom travelled after sundown and the walk over the intervening thorough- fares was an exceedinly short one. We arrived at our destination. The first thing was to show her how to mount and this was a. stunner. I had assist- ei many young people in their efl'orts to master the bicycle. but all of them rode drop frame machines and they all wore skirts. This case was far did'erent. I'LHVCVBI', I got on and off the wheel, using the step, ‘man-fashion,’ and explained to her in detail every suc- ceeding movement. Then Miss Jones tried it. First I firmly grasped the handle lnr with one hand, holding the frame in front of the saddle With the; other. Miss Jones reached over my arm, tool; hold of the grips, put. her right foot on the stop, made a lunge for the saddleâ€"and kertlop, we both landul on the hard road. I was under- neath, the wheel made up the second layer of the pile, while Miss Jones sat, not too gentle, on top of the whole, I thought one of the handle bars had 1punctured my side and that I was swallowing a heterogeneous mass of bicyc'e spokes. good solid clay and rubber tires. Miss Jones did not get ctl' the heap, but Just sat there. half sobbing, half laughing, and said she hoped I was not injured, that she was so sorry, etc. W’ith an almost hereu- lanean etlort, I rolled from my position under the wheel and its fair but heavy burden, and after pulling myself to gether, gave Miss Jones my hand and helped her to her feet. I enquired if she was hurt, bu: she rejoicingly in formed me that she came out unscath- ed and was ready for another trial. was the most' beautiful and sweet morsel of femininity it had been my pleasure to gaze upon, There was no doubt about this, this lesson would be extremely interesting. There would be no skirts to get entangled in the wheels and chain and to bother her in her awkward manipulations of the same, and the time spent in teaching her to properly manage the steed would surely be just so long a. time of unnlloyed pleasure. ‘ “When we arrived at Miss Jone’s home she excused herself for a. few minutes, saying she wished to don an appropriate costume, and when she emerged from the house a little later, clad in a. neat-fitting garb of the bloomer type and leading a diamond- frame machine, why, it. simply took my breath away. Oh, but she looked chipper, chic and debonair, and my heart was at once smitten with her, though I always had a. peculiarly sym- pathetic feeling for her. She certainly “M'ss Jones had been the possessor of a. bicycle about three days, and as we wended our way side by side to her home to get. the steed of steel she in- tormed me that she was doing ‘just lovely,’ And she also ventured to re- mark that she actually believed she could ride alone, only she got so ter- ribly frightened. “Say, just then I could have hugged John Jones, and his sister, too, for that matter, but John was not there, and for his sisterâ€"well I did not dare. “She was a. sweet sister, was this maiden, a sweet sister of John Jones’, when she came to me one evening just as old Sol was hiding his firy-red visage back of the trees in the far west, and asked me in an entrancing, apologetic way if I couldn’t. assist her in her bicycle practice, as ‘Brother John had a. pressing engagement and can’t be wuh me, and, anyway, he says you know more about bi~ycling than he does.’ L‘ X's-fthis is not the story of her first, attefnpt to ride, but is my story of an atxmpt to teach her to ride. A WHEEL STORY. “Once again she started homeward and by the way she pumped and push- ed those pedals I know she was mad about that accident, and as she gained speed, I also began to realize my powers of endurance would give out ere long, unless she reduced her gait, At last I had to give up but I said nothing to her. I let her guide on homeward. as I thought she would soon notice my absence and then would dismount or fall off, I cared not which, But she went on and I gradu ally lost sight of her in the darkness that was growing upOn the face of the earth. I was glad that she had gone and I liesurely climbed upon a. rail fence at the roadside and sat there meditating. I was mad clear through and the more I meditated the angner I got. But at last it dawned upon me that it was not the proper thing for me to be sitting upon a wayside fence and leave a young lady to take her own way home after nightfall. Horror of horrors! suppose she had fallen from her bicycle and at this very in- stant was lying in the road, possibly with a broken leg or injured in some other way so as to be unable to move. Suppose a team of spirited norses were approaching and the driver could not see that prostrate form and run over it. Ugh! the very thought made my blood run cold. I jumped from the fence and started in the direction in which Miss Jones had gone. I walked along slowly, but as more horrible pos- sibilities came to my mind I went fast’ er until at last I was running as fast as I could, but even then I thought I was going at a snail’s pace. Half a u dozen times I imagined I saw Miss Jones on the ground ahead of me, but always found it to be but a hallucina- tion of my wild and disordered brain. I did finally reach town and because I had not found Miss Jones lying on the mad in a pool of blood I was sure that she had been spirited away or kid- i zipped. I would think of the return journey , my heart would nearly bound from its natural and best location. Every breath I took seemed to be drawing huge chunks of solid air into my lungs, instead of pure, country atmosphere which I was actually taking into my system. I was tired, sore and disgust- ed with everything, even with the maiden at my side, whom I now thought one of the ugliest, most uninteresting persons it had been my misfortune to meet. I was thinking, thinking deeply, thinking some things I would not dare think aloud, when DI 11:13 suddenly brought to my senses by my fair companion saying: ‘Well, I’m i1e:.’1dy So was Iâ€"I had to be, and I at once rose and grabbed up the wheel. Of course, before I could start her1 home-ward it was first necessary to get her on to the wheel, and I trembled as I thought of the task before me. This time I braced myself against a. fence and held onto that wheel like grim- visaged death, and when Miss Jones boarded it in really artistic style, I was grestly pleased. I started her off gently and then took hold of the sad- dle again, prepared to start home back of the young lady like a dog following its master. I was congratulating myself upon the little trouble exper- ienced in getting her star,ted 11 hen the front wheel of the bicycle began to wabb‘e and chug! went the 5'011 ihanrile bar into a fence. Luckily, I “as on the opposite side of the wheel 1nd pulling terrihcally at the nigh handle bar I got it and its burden again perpendicular. This time I asked herif she was injured, and show- ing me an aw-ful-ly bruised hand. she bravely replied, ‘a. little, but it’s iurmatenal.’ Why, the skin was scraped off the whole side of her hand, but she here it likea heroine. And right here I wish to say that I began to think just a wee iittle bit more of Miss Jones than I had while we were sitting at the roadside a. way back. “She dilated upon the beauties of the summer’s evening, the multi-col- ored foliage of the trees, the irides- cent clouds which looked hke rare jewels hung in the western skies, as the rays of the now obscure sun cast. inedscribable glittering tints over them. But poor me, my poor body and mind were racked with pain, and I did not enjoy the surroundings. After the fall, then the unusual exercise, every muscle and nerve in my body seemed to tingle with electric shocks. I was just about done up and when a little way from me. Then she talked. E “Well, I trotted and trotted and trotted after that wheel, andI thought she never xx ould stop. She went and went and went, andI beliexeif I had not hinted to her that I sometimes became fatigued she would have been going y.et But she did finally stop, and in sheer exhaustion I fell to the roadside, and when I had time to recover my breath and looked about us I found We were aWay out in the country, at leist three miles from home. She sat down at the roadside, "As we were booming merrily on- ward, she on the bicycle and I on foot, she asked me if I didn’t think this most exhilarating sport. Of course, I Said it was. Then she said she enjoy- ed it so much that she would coutlnue on the same course until she became tired, when she would dismount. and after a. rest; we would return home- ward. went slowly, at what you might: call a dog trot, then she increased her speed. And stiil all I had to do was to follow her! ‘ THE WATCHMAN, LINDSAY. THURSDAY. JUNE 10TH. 3897 â€"During June Harper's Bazar will nublish several interesting letters from its London correspondent. giving promises of peculiar features of the season there a? his brilliant Dt‘tl')d of the Queen's Jubi- lee. There will also be a series of practi cal paper on “The Cultivation of Music in the Home,” by Lucia Partly, and a thoughtful article by Lillie Hamilton French. on “The Pundits. Ramabai,” who has been doing excellent work in behalf of the Indian famine sufferers. Colonel '2‘. W. Higginson. who is spending a sum- mer abroad, will contribute papers sug- gested by his experience in England and elsewhere. â€"Harper’s Weekly has secured a most *imely serial in “The Vintage.” by E. F. Benson, author of “Dodo," "Limitations.” and other popular novels. the first instal- ment of which is to appear in a few weeks. The scene is laid in Greece during the war of independence early in the century, «ml the difficulty experienced by the Greeks in the narrative are said to be similar to those they have encountered in their recent contest with their old enemy. Among the important features during June will be the 10119; delayed des- criptiou of the “New American Navy,” by Lieuten'mt-(Jommsnder J .D.J . Kelley, U.S.l\., with a four-page illustration giv- mg a. view of all the shine, and illustra. red article; on the “New Library at Fri: ce on,” the “Cuban War.” the “Ntw Era. in Canada." and the “Chess Match between the house of Commons and ti 0‘ House of Representatives.” -â€"The Tuly number of Harper's Maga- zine will contain several notable features, including the last chap- ter of fiction that Du Maurier wrote, which bring: “The Martian” to a close; a paper by W. D. Howells on “The Modern ~lanerican Mood,” and the first enstal- ment-of “The Kentuckians.” a novel by Julia Fox, jr. Among the illustrations :here will be several by Du Maurier in an unfinished State, giving an interesting revelation of the artist’s methods. Here you have three members of a family restored to health by the use of your medicine, and you would almost covet their good health and and genial ways largely resulting from such health. They wish you to freely use these facts to help other sufferers, and I am able as their pastor to certify to the facts above stated, Sincerely yours, WM. LAWSON, Methodist Minister. DEAR Sinsâ€"I am glad to furnish you the following voluntary given testimonial, with the fullest permission to gives the names and place. They do this as a thankâ€"offering to God and your medicine. Mrs. Wm. Warman, of Molus River (near here) says her son Alden was sickly from birth. He could hardly ever retain food, and his parents had but little hopes that he would live long and the doctors who attended him were the Sime opinion. 'l‘ill seven years of age he continued in that condition. Then the use of Dr.‘ \Villiams‘ Pink Pills was begun, and} under them he recovered and is now a strong healthy boy. Mr. \Vnrman, the boys father, also ad ls his test- imonial to the great value of Pink l’ills sayingâ€"“I suffered for years with a had back, until I used Dr. \Villmms’ Pink Pills and they cured me.” Miss Annie \Varman adds this evidence with enthusiasm and freedom. “I was weak and sickly, and did not know the blessing of good health till I took Dr. 'Williams’ Pink Pills. I used eight boxes and have enjoyed the best of health. In fact I am never sick no‘v'” it will suggest why this great medi- cme is so popular in thousands of homes throughout; the Dominionâ€"it cures when other medicines fail. RICHIBUCTO, N. B., April 26th, 1897. Dr. Williams’ Medicine 00., DR. WILLIAMS’ PINK PILLS RESTORED THEIR HEALTH AND THEY WISH OTHER SUFFERERS To KNOW ITâ€" A LETTER THAT WILL BRING HOPE To MANYâ€"NO OTHER MEDICINE GETS SUCH VOLUNTARY PRAISE. The following letter wntten by the Rev. Wm. Lawson, Methodist Mini- ster at Richibucto, N. B., attests in the strongest manner the merxts of Dr. Williams’ Pink P_ills, end a perusal cf A CLERGYMAN WRITES ON BE- HALF OF GRATEFUL PEOPLE. I tell you I got even with that John Jones for palming his sister off on me that night. You want to know howlI did it? Well, I just took her from him. from his mother, from his fatherâ€"I mar- ried her, that’s what I did. “He looked at me again, then slowly Tturned his eyes towards the side of the house. My eyes followed his and there Miss Jones stood, cool and collected with a heavenly smile on her face, and how beautiful she looked. But I fell to the ground in a dead faint and when next I realized anything I was in my own room at home, with my dear mother at my bed- side. I looked at her questioningly, and then said: ‘Mother. how many weeks have I been ill?’ She looked frightened then ansWered: ‘why, my dear son, you’ve been here but a few hours. John Jones and his f-sther brought you hear. 'L‘ell me what the trouble is.’ After getting over my astonishment I told her cf my awful experience of the evening. She laughed at me and comforted me. but say. T L“‘ _,,7 T “I rushed to the home of her parents. Her brother John was sitting on the porch smoking a horrible rank stogy and when I excitedly :asked him where his sister was he looked at me as though he considered me a lunatic. I implored him to tell me. for the love he bore his sister. A THANK OFFERING- Literary Notes. Coach is a word derived from the Italian, meaning a shell. The Chrysanthemum is literally “a gold flower, ” and the lilac is an eastern lady. Map comes from “mappa,” 2: Panic word which signified a. signal cloth. The pages of honor to Queen Yieforiu are ineligible to retain their posis after reaching the ago of 17. At; the presunt. time the only functions which the two pages of honor in waiting are required to attend are the drawing rooms. A Fellow Feeling. “There's no doubt," said Mr. Meokton, “that the bicycle has done much to pro- mote the happiness of mankind." “In what way f" “It makes people more sympathetic. It was not until she had a bicycle that my wife ever expressed any sympathy with me when I lost a collar button.”â€"Wush- ington Star. Later on, when nerves and muscles he- come affected by the poison in the blood, the eyeballs are drawn into oblique posi~ tions and take on a dim and blearcd ap- pearance. The joints, especially the knee and the wrist, become semipurnlyzcd, and the whole form is gradually bent and con- torted.â€"New York Journal. In this industry it is inevitable that sooner or later the workers must succumb to lead poisoning, and there would appear to be no part of the body that the poison- ous fumes and floating particles which permeate the atmosphere of the workshops do not affect. The complexion takes on a ghastly, corpselikc pallor, the gums turn blue, the teeth decay rapidly and {all out, and the eyelids are hideously inflamed. A scratch or an abrasion of the skin becomes an unhealable sore. It is said that lead working disfigures the human body more than any other kind of work. “But she hooked the fish she wanted and wouldn’t throw it back, dear. That‘s where she has the best of us. ” “No she hasn't. I”â€" Then there was a gasp, the blond whis- pered excitedly into the car of the bru- nette. there was an embrace, a resounding kiss sounded through the car and the pee- scngers could not but exchange meaning smiles as the charming little blond plumed herself and began to take on the airs she had so wrathfully condemned.â€"Detrnit Free Press. “It’s a way they all have,” smiled the more philosophical brunette. “Mammu says that a young married woman simply can’t hvlp crowing over her girl friends and is pleased rather than troubled when she sees how they hate her for it. Don't you understand? She has landed her fish, and we are still angling for bites.” “Indeed we’re 5615. 'I’ve reeled in two or three myself and then tossed them back. She has no business crowing over me. And she needn’t think I’ll be good natured un- der it either.” “Did you ever see such airs as Alice takes on since shu’s married?” asked the little blond us the pink in her cheeks deep- ened to a flush of Scarlet. “She seems to think that her new existence is so delicious that we of the set who are not wedded must be pitied and patronized. It‘s too ridiculous for anything. I guess that there are other fish in the matrimonial They were two pretty girls on the street car. They were talking at. a rate to make a phonograph throw up its hands and ev- erything was said in the strictest confi- dence. though all in the car could hear. But sooner or later we shall “lie down to sleep” when this prayer will be all our souls can take, all that will avail of rank or wealth or fame; whatsoever we most prize in this world. But the little prayer. the first, it may be. that we took upon our childish lips, shall follow us as we sail out under the solemn arches; follow us as a sweet, faint, tender air from the shores. and when we cast our anchor, “the Lord our souls shall take.”â€"Boston Herald. “Now I lay me.” How softly sleep would come and weigh down the eyelids as we repeated the words after mother. We can hear her very tones, though It is so many years since death silenced them. and feel the soft touch of her hand on the pil- low and the tender lingering of her kiss upon our lips. It may be years since we have repeated this little prayer, or it may be that, in the din and struggle of life we have forgotten it and that at night We have lain down on our piIIOWS never thinking to give thanks for the day and for the night. How many years was it? Twenty, thirty, fortyâ€"no matter. At the sound of the old “Now I lay me" they have all rolled back their massive doors and we go down through them to the old, red, one story house where life first took its morn- ing. We see the little window on the right side, close under the rafters. Well, we slept sounder slumber and dreamed sweet- er dreams in that old garret than we ever have in our lofty chambers, with gilded ceilings and snowy draperies. And what of it, if the bed was u straw one and the coverlet made of red and yellow “patches” of calico? We have never snuggled down so contentcdly on our springs and hair mattresses. Is there not something touching in the thought that these words, breathed from the rosy lips of infancy, went with him away down through old age into the dark valley of death? And who is there, man or woman, for whom this little prayer has not old, sweet associations? Who, hearing its words, hears not, too, the “memory bells” ringing up from the golden plains of childhood? It may be a man in pride and strength of years, who has carved out for himself an honorable name and destiny in the world, perhaps the owner of broad lands and proud homes, with heart grown hard in its battle with the world. Simple Lines That Sweetly Linger In Our Memories. It is said of that good old man John Quincy Adams that he never went. to rest at night till he had repeated the simple pmyér learned in childhoodâ€"the familiar “Now I lay me down to sleep. ” How did she know their life would be One grand, sweet song? To tell the truth, she didn't km;w These things. She thought thas they were His palsâ€"e was stirred? How did she read his secret thoughts And never err? How did she know her glances thrilled His soul? That all his heart. was filled With l'ove for her? How did she know his heart was hex-g? He spoke no word Of love to her. How did she know Thus when shg passed or touched him-soâ€" SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS SOI THE CHILD’S PRAYER. Theory and Practice. But she was wrong. Lesd Workers. -â€"Pcb.rson’s Weekly. CALL AND INPSECT WORK Aim GET PRICES. .3“. 1'3. WYLEY FRAMES . . SASH . . . .. DOORS . . . Vim PLANING MIL]; butts, as above represented. The most complete Bread Wagon ever built is in course of construction for our enterprising citizen, Mr. G. E. Martin. This will be a beauty. Mr. Kylie has also an order from a. prominent citizen of Lindsay for an Eldorado Trap-â€"the first: of the kind ever built in Canada. This Will be a. beautiful carriage. on which will be used the celebrated Richard's Long Distance axle. This carriage will be out about June lst. Ferguson of Saintfield, Mr. Gray of Minden, Mr. Brokehshii‘é 0â€"fâ€" Rosedale, Mr. Ferguson of Cameron, Mr. McLeod and Mr. McKinnon of Woodville for handsome carriigea. A magnificent three-seated Platform Spring Carriage was shipped last week from KYLIE’S CARRIAGE WORKS to Mr. Patridge, to run from Emsdale to Scotia, in Parry Sound District, and Mr. Patridge writes that he is delighted with it. Mr. Kylie has received three more orders from the same section for carriages. He has orders from C. Algier for stage to run between Cambray and Lindsay. and a handsome Bhutcher Waggon for one of cur local men ; also orders from Mr. F 4- .. -. A--. In the market, and the cheapest ac- cording to quality, are sold by W. W’, LOGAN, G33? nanâ€".170 Kent Street, Lindsay, Ontario City Carriage Works. SPRATT KILLEN All lomber used in the manufacture of the above rigs isoct of good tough _A__._,‘-_L_J A GROWING TRADE ! If you have been contemplating changing grocery house give us a trial order and we wi assured of your trade. . ...... TEA A D Christie, Brown Co’s Biscuitsâ€"Armour’s Canned Beefâ€"Alymer Boned Chicken, Alymer Boned Duck, Alymer Boned Turkeyâ€"Potted Ham, Chicken and Tongueâ€"Crosse . Black- well's Pickles, Heinz’s Celebrated Sweet Picklesâ€"Crosse Blackwell’s Marmaladeâ€" Batzger’s English Jellies. and a full line of Canned Fruits. Prime Sugar Cured Hams, Breakfast Bacon and Rolls always in stock. Although we have been in business for the last twentyâ€"two years and have seen our trade grow from infancy to the magnificent nrnnnrh'nnc :+ ”M...“ L- J; e magnificent proportions it assumes to- some people are always a little slow in fallii into line, and it is to this class that we desire to direct our attention. To our friends who have favored us with their trade for years we take this opportun- ity of returning our heartfelt gratitude and as- sure you that thesame courtesy and at- tention you have re- ceived in the past will be extended in the future. To the other class we might say that - besides the goods usually found in first-class grocery stores our stock comprises such dainties as "IFMN NEVER @193, Organs and MOULDIN GS TURN IN GS ETC, ETC. O'THE BESTO. §ewing Machines nes to-day, _in falling 3g your will feel