The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-06-20
A GENEROUS ENDORSEMENT.
A Great Sufferer at Las, Finds Per
 manent Relief.

Hank Bledsoe, like John Bunyan. sui fered from attacks of an evil spirit. He had consulted many Tevivalists, and had mourned over many bench, still his soul was full of dark shadows. A physician said that Bledsoe was bilious, but Blcd- soc knew better; he knew that Satan was after him.
 "Now see here, Bledsoe," said the doc. tor, you ought to knos better than to believe such nonsense. When the New Testamen, was revised, the devil thtew up his head, snorted and ran away down in the hollow. Several days afterwards, he was seen sneaking around among the persimmon bushes. He became modest and retiring in his disposition and neg lected opportunities to get his hooks ias- tened in the desh ot the human family, opportunities which a few days before would have been a barbecue an excur- sion for him. While still medita,ing on the disasters which had bsfallsn him, the Old Testament was revised. This ~As more than the old cosmopolite could staad. With a high leap of despair he popped his hoofs together, spit ou, blt ring lump of sulphur and jumped of the bluff. Since that time he has lived in St. Louis, disguised as an ordinary citizen. Occasionally he cuts up man and puts him in a trunk, but aside from such little bits of practical humor-the grim humor of defeat, he takes no ;nssTss; in public affairs"
 Doc,or," Bledsoe replied. "your re- cital is indeed very pleasant, and wish l could believe you, but l cant. Oh, l can't"
 The poor fellow sat down on a barrel of pickled pork that had been shipped from the north and sold to prosperous farmer who had mortgaged his home for money enough to enable him to be de- feated for the legislature. The day was beautiful This fact should have been mentioned before, but press of other matter held 1t back. The soft bret ze, coming up the river ruff ed the water Into silvery scales. That isn't very bad, for a sudden thought, coming after three hours of perspiring meditation The leaves trembled on their delicate deli cate stems and the woodpecker vacci- mated the old sycamore tree. Bledsoe, who had been leaning forward, leaned back. The barrel, with that unaccounta- ble capriciousness with which inanima,e objects are sometimes endowed, started down hill. It threw Bledsoe, rolled over him, fattened him out and then took him down into the river. When he got out. be felt of the ground to sec if il were steady, sat down and said:
 Doctor, this knocks your gorgeous narrative in the head-strikes it between the eyes. No one but the devil could have done that piece of work. Nov I'll have .o pay for .ha. piekeled pork. 1T were not afraid of obliging the devil, l would kill myself. Doctor, can't you think Of someshipg"
 "No, am at the end of my rope"
 "Do we not read of an who burned a beef gall and made the devil Aee?"
 "I believe so."
 "Well, I'll have to try it. Good day" Thinking that t~o gals were better than one, Bledsoe killed his steers. Then he perfumed the neighborhood, but alas, the dark shadows still crept around in his soul. He began to despair, and within three days more would doubtless have been a subject for the coroner, but for tunately friend advised him to take Professor Cauieheei's Pungent Powders. The effect was magical. Biedsoe's sp- p tic, which had long been away from home, returned and announced its inten- ton of rensining. The man forgot every thing but his happiness. He forgot to pay for the banei of pork. Professor Castieneel. hearing of the sondt -ful cure his powders had wrought, addressed . polite note to Bledsoe. saying: "i an gre atiy rejoiced to know that you have recovered. Sead me a vigorous tessimo- nial and 1 will present you with cart load of the Pungent Powders.'"
 Bledsoe replied as follows;
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