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The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01
INDlSCREET LETTERS.

Never Safe to Pen Matters Which
You Want to Keep Secret.
Harriet Martineau, who was very
deaf, always shifted her ear trumpet
when any one asked her question she
did not wish to answer. The late Cy-
rus w. Field apparently did not hear
question that II would be indiscreet
to answer. He had another good habit.
Letters that II seen would cause others
pan or might be misunderstood he de-
stroyed as soon as he had read them.
The following true story proves the
wisdom Of Mr.. Fields practice:
A distinguished educator had, with
considerable difficulty, persuaded a
millionaire to found college. The ed
ucator was to have been its president,
bu. unfortunately no neglected Aaron
Burr's advice: Talk as much as you
please, but don't write a word"
The founder, an uneducated man,
was full of crotchets which, II express
ed IN the deed establishing the college,
would have greatly interfered with Its
educational work. The educator, irri-
tated by the labor 1t required to ellmi-
nate these whims from the founders
mind, one day wrote complaining let
ter to clerical friend, In which he mar
rated his trials, and ended by saying of
the rich man, g. Is an ass"
The clergyman, careless, absent.
minded man, put the letter into his hat,
AMI called at the office of law firm to
transact business with one Of the part
ners.
While In the private office he left his
hat outside, and one of the lawyers,
seeing the letter, and knowing the
handwriting of the address, read 1t. OF
course he was not Il gentleman, and
was without moral principle; and his
subsequent conduct showed him mis-
chief maker.
He retailed the contents of the letter
to nephew of the founder, who was
bitterly opposed to his uncle's proposed
disposition Of his property. He report
ed II to the uncle.
The college was founded; but the ed
ucator was never Its president. He
died broken-hearted man, through the
carelessness of his clerical eriend and
the meanness of legal Paul Pry.
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claimed, for Paul Oldfeld was a pawn
broker, as his father had been before
him
The door opened, juggling the bell on
It's wire. The pawner drew aside the
chintz curtain and entered the shop.
Before the counter stood Sal Garrick.
"You can sell my things" she said.
X can't redeem them, and you needn't
save them any longer" AS she spoke
she looked at a bracelet and bunch of
brown curls in the case
az can keep them while longer, Miss
Ga-rick. Just to-day a woman wanted
the curls, but l told her the time was
not up. Tiff you could pay the inter-
est"
lie watched the girls face as she
gazed steadily at her treasures. She
slowly raised her eyes; they were glis-
tening with tears.
"It's no use, Mr.. Oldfeld. l can't do
it. Mother will know l tried to keep
them, but couldn't.
Anything can do for you, Miss Gar
rickT
"Well-yes I don't suppose you ever
loan money on people do YOU"
Tho broker was surprised and puz-
zled
at is this" she went on. 81 must
have money to keep father from being
turned into the street. can't make
enorgh by playing to pay up the back
rent, and-I thought could pawn my
selfr'
why, yes, 1 could loan money on
you, though have never done 1t be-
fore How much do you need?"
"Twelve dollars. Oh. Mr.. Oldfeld,
will play on the streets night and day
to pay the interest and redeem my
self"
Take your time about 1t, Miss Gar.
rick am not In any hurry" he said,
making out the ticket and handing it to
her.
1t was midnight when he locked the
shop and put out the lights, after first
taking a bracelet and bunch of curls
fron the case, and laying them care.
fully In box.
Sal Garrick grasped the money in one
hand and her violin and bundle in the
other, rs she almost ran along the
streets. Going home. she slipped the
packet through the partly opened win
dow and heard it fall on the floor, ther
went on.
she had walked long distance wher
she entered lodging house and pait
the price Of bed. T!n adjoining room
wac we'll filed with cots, and Sal Gar
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01
THE ODD NUMBER.

The short November afternoon was
darkening, and the snow, falling stead
lily, melted as 1t fell, making the slush
still deeper.
On one Of the street corners of an
Eastern city stood a girl playing a vio-
LIN; the wild, sweet notes pierced the
air and died away, and the girl held
her chilled hands out to receive the
pennies offered her. Then she walked
on, only pausing to look through the
brilliantly lighted show windows at the
rich furs.
Fol some moments she stood, then,
drawing her old shawl closer, hurried
on. Over the bridge she passed and up
the dark street, entering one Of the
houses in long row of tenements.
The great bare room, dlmly lighted by
lamp; the rusty stove, and the fumes
or oil struck the girl unpleasantly as
she threw open the door. By the win
dow sat man busily mending an old
violin, while near him was a bench
strewn with tools.
Here, father" she said, coming over
and throwing some pennies on the
bench; II stayed out until was chilled
through, and that is all could get"
"You hussyl It's because you won't
work that you can't get 1t. You're as
lazy and proud as your mother was
she'd rather freeze to death than ask
penny"
The girl stood by the stove, with one
foot resting on the fender. 1t was her
apparent Indifference that reused the
anger Of the man. He spread the
money In his palm, and counted it.
Twenty cents, you lazy good-for-
nothing. How are we going to pay the
rent with thatp'
The girl neither answered nor showed
that she had heard. When she had
partly dried her feet she went to the
cupboard and, bringing some brown
bread and cheese, sat them on the ia
BILE. She then wheeled her fathers
chair to the board, and sat down to the
cherries supper. She broke off bits of
bread and ate as though unconscious Of
what she was doing.
You'd be glad enough to see your
father turned out, wouldn't your Rent
coming due and nothing to pay 1t
with" He waited for a reply, but the
girl had nothing to say.
Three days more, then nothing to do
but freeze and starve to DEATH" he con-
tinued, watching closely to see the
effect. The face opposite remained
unchanged
Say, SAL" here the surly tone chang
ed into coaxing whine. "Bill Bradden
was around to-day again, and he says
he'd be willing and glad to marry you.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01
A woMAN's LOVE.
She Barred Her Arm to the Surgeons
Knife For Her Husbands Benefit.

She Barred Her Arm to the Surgeons
Knife For Her Husbands Benefit.
The keen stroke of the surgeon blade
along the slender nerves, shooting cur
rents of agony to every fiber and tortur-
ing every muscle, causes the physically
bravest of us to quail, even when it is
vitality necessary to undergo the pain,
and something like Spartan courage is
needed when one Voluntarily goes
through with the experience solely for
another's sake.
DR.. Jarnigan tells story, and it is
out Of his own professional experience,
that has for its heroine woman who
did this bravely unselfsh thing.
Her husbands arm had been crushed
IN the machinery. The hard folds of
muscle had been flattened, and the bone
had been crushed. The arm, bruised and
discolored, was bad enough to look upon,
but it gave no indication of the excru-
ciating torture of pain the man had to
undergo. 1t was thought at first by the
doctors that his arm would have to come
off-the good right arm that supported
the brave wife who stood by his side
and the serious, anxious faced children
who stood looking on. He begged them
to save his arm, and his wife begged
them, and fortunately the condition of
the case permitted them to.
But the arm did not heal The skin
sloughed away from the wounded sur
face and left it raw and sore. The doc
tors saw that it was necessary to graft
portions of skin to the service to bring
about cure They told the sick man
of it, and they barred his side to cut off
the strips of skin to put over the raw
arm.
The blade flashed into the mans side,
the blood spurted out, and with moan
the man fell over in faint, sickened
by the pain. His wife had been watch
ing, her sympathetic heart touched to
its depths by the sight of her husband s
suffering.
doctor, don't do that again." she
begged. Don't cut him any more. He
is too weak and has suffered too much.
Cut it off me. Won't that dor
The doctors told her that it would
She coolly barred her arm and told them
she was ready. The razor edged blade
sank into the flesh and went ripping
down, followed by a tiny fountain of
blood. She did not vince Dexterously,
expertly, the doctors slit out piece Of
skin and grated it over the mans arm
Another and another piece was cut out
until more than a dozen had been re-
moved, and all the while the Spartan
woman remained standing watching the
swift fash Of the knife, the springing
Of the warm blood and the sickening
spectacle without shrinking once.
The husbands arm, grated over with
skin taken from his wife's arm, is now
well, and the arm of the brave woman
is fast healing up, leaving many long
scars, that will ever bear evidence to
the heroism Of her love. Atlanta Con-
stitution.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01
SONG OF THE LIoNEss.
The Lullaby She Has to Calm HeI
Noisy Little Cubs.

The Lullaby She Has to Calm Her
Noisy Little Cubs.
Fanny Locke Mackenzie has Rus
sian story, 1.-THE Little Duchess and the
Lion Tanner" In st. Nicholas. Here is
the tamer's account of one Of his pets:
1.-THE lloness is Puska," he said,
"Leo's wife; and she Is a great scold.
She growls and worries at Leo all the
time. Sometimes she even slaps him
with her paw, and snarls at him; but to
the baby lions Puska is very gentle
and kind. She sings to them softly, and
ticks their smooth little heads with her
warm tongue, and they snuggle up to
her and listen, until they fall fast
asleep. She always sings the same
lullaby song"
He closed his eyes and dropped his
head lower over his hand.
PUsKA'S SONG.
When Kiva, the big snake, swallows tho
sun,
Then, o my cubkin, the long day Is done.
Yellow and burning, so the day dies,
Drowsy lids, drowsy lids, close over eyes
Sleep, sleep, while mother purrs,
Sleep, sleep, cubkin Of hers.
Lie low, cuddle and rest,
Sleep, now, mother knows best.
THAT Is Puska's song" he said.
"Sing 1t again." begged little Ouch
ess, her eyelids dropping down over
her brown eyes, and Ivan sang:
Hear my heart beat for you, small whelp
of mine,
All the love in it surely is thine;
Hear Mana, the night-hawk, call as he
flies,
Drowsy lids, drowsy lids, close over eyes.
Sleep, sleep, etc
"Once more, please" she said dream
lily; her head rested against the white
bearskin, and her dark lashes touched
her cheek. Half under his breath, soft
", sleepily he murmured 1t:
When the night falls, come the stars one
by one;
Fire-fies fit, and the little mice run.
As Bursa, the beetle, passes, he cries,
| Drowsy lids, drowsy lids, close over eyes
Sleep sleep, etc.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01
Gl0dness Comes

IHTith better undo landing of the
w transient nature OF the many phys
ical ills which vanish before proper eff
forts gentle efforts pleasant efforts
rightly directed. There is comfort in
the knowledge that so many forms of
sickness are not due to any actual dis
ease, but simply to a constipated condi-
ton of the system, which the pleasant
family laxative, Syrup of Figs, prompt
ly removes. That is why it is the only
remedy with millions of families, and is
everywhere esteemed SO highly by all
who value good health. Its beneficial
effects are due to the fact, that it is the
one remedy which promotes internal
cleanliness, without facilitating the
organs on which it acts. tits therefore
all important, in order to get its bene-
fetal effects, to note when you pur-
chase, that you have the genuine article,
which is manufactured by the California
Fig Syrup Co. only, and sold by all rep
utable druggists.
If in the enjoyment of good health,
and the system is regular, then laxa-
tives or other remedies are not needed.
If afflicted with any actual disease, one
may be commended to the most slSillful
physicians, but if in need of laxative,
then one should have the best, and with
the well-informed everywhere, Syrup of
Figs stands highest and is most largely
used and gives most general satisfaction.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01

Now, Bradden's got money enough to
your poor old"
The dark eyes slowly raised to his
great, glowing eyes: burning with rage
and scorn.
I'D starve before I'd marry that ELL
Bradden. I'd rather starve, anyway,
than live out this-th.s--what is called
life."
well see, my GIRL" was the reply,
spoken so quietly as to sound ominous.
you'll marry Bill Bradden, or you'll
leave home"
"Homer' and the girl laughed a mis-
cradle little laugh.
Nothing In the determined expression
Of the girl betrayed the agitation In her
mind as she quietly rose and cleared
away the dlshec, pillns the crusts and
bits Of cheese In the bowl for their
breakfast. Suddenly a figure passed
the window. In an instant the girl
hal sprung to the door and bolted It.
A loud rap sounded, She went on
putting away the supper things. The
vigorous pounding continued.
"Sal! Let me In"
She did not answer but slowly light
ed the candle and, passing the window
at which the man stood peering in
went upstairs. She listened at the pipe
hole and heard her father open the
door to admit the visitor.
THAT girl Of yours is rare one. Tht
minute she sees me coming she run,
and bolts the door In my face. 1
doesn't look very encouraging. eh, Gar
rick"
Just you have patience, Bradden
The girls got to have some of the stub
boruness knocked out of her, that's all
But say, old fellow, about the cash
It's agreed and written down in blacl
AMI white that you are to hand 1t ovel
the night you marry her?"
That's the bargain. The girls ,
prize and I'm willing to pay well fol
her. Clip her wings. Garrick, that +
will be straight sailing.
LET me see-this Is the 18th. Three
days more and then Say, Bradden
what do you say to doing the thing III
tomorrow night? She'd be just a.
willing then ms she would a year from
now. Shall we go aheadT
Then they laughed together ant
shook hands. Sal strained her ears
but could hear nothing more but the
click Of glasses.
"Oh, how cold 1t Isl she half moan
ed. "Inside-inside l am freezing-my
heart is turning to stone and my blood
Is like cold water; but my brain Is no
yet numb-I can think"
She heard the door open and Bill
Bradden 90 out. Creeping noiselessl.
down the stairs, she laid the bundle
down and put on her bonnet and shawl
then walked over and looked long a
the unconscious face Of her father a
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01

ne sat In heavy stupor in his chair
Vito head fallen on his breast.
Il have done the best l could by
you, father. | have cried and failed.
won't stay and be made to marry
that man. No! not even to save the
roof over your head"
The girl opened the window a tribe
picked up her bundle and violin, and
blowing out the light, left the house.
Paul oldfeld sat reading before the
fire in his little back parlor. The blaze
lighted and Swallowed the walls lined
with books-old, musty books which
hal lain for years waiting to be claim
ed; the little room was oddly furnished
In quaint pieces, also waiting to be
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01
500 REWARD, 500.

The readers of this paper will be pleased to
learn that there is at least one dreaded disease
and that is Catarrh. Halls Catarrh Cure is the
only positive cure now known to the medical
fraternity. Catarrh being constitutional dis
ease. requires a constitutional treatment.
Halls Catarrh Cure is taken internally, acting
directly upon the blood and mucous surfaces of
the system, thereby destroying the foundation
of the disease, and giving the patient strength
by building up the constitution and assisting
nature in doing its work. The proprietors have
so much faith in its curative powers that they
offer One Hundred Dollars for any case that 1t
fails to cure. Send for list OF Testimonials
Address, f. j.. CHENEY d CO., Toledo, o.
10. Sold by Druggists, 75c.
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rick looked cautiously about ut the
sleepers before taking a paper from
her pocket. 1t was pawn ticket. By
the light Of the candle she read:
international Loan Office,
mo. 2O5. Nov. II, '93.
Received the following goods, the
person of Sal Garrick, who will be sub
iect to conditions herein contained as
security for twelve dollars ($12).
ITO be paid in one month from this
dasc with 10 per cent per month addl-
tio1 for interest, and In default Of pay
ment thereof, the undersigned Is au-
thorized to sell tho same at any public
auction.
PAUL OLDFIELD, G Penn Street"
NO. 2o5," she murmured. always
the odd number. All my life l have
been the odd one. The world didn't
want me and has no place for me-"
/. was Christmas night. Paul Old
field sat by his fire, idly watching the
bright Goals and thinking, thinking, al
ways thinking. He was thinking of the
wistful, earnest face of Sal Garrlck, OF
the poverty and unhappiness crowded
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01
TO OUR READERS.

We have received word that the Hercules
Gas Engine Works of San Francisco, have
perfected thoroughly reliable and econom-
ical Gas and Gasoline Engine, called the
Hercules, and are offering 2k actual horse
power Gas and Gasoline Engine guaranteed,
for $185.00.
Those of our readers who use or need
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for any purposes, will be glad to know this,
as cheap, reliable power has been difficult
to obtain heretofore. We can vouch for the
responsibility of the Company offering this
Engine; in fact, they guarantee satisfaction
or to refund purchase price.
1t will pay those needing power to write
to the Hercules Gas Engine Works, San
Francisco, Cal, for particulars.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01
Dreadful nueI Between Animals


There was terrible battle to the
death between a stallion and bull on
the stock farm of Richard Jordan, eight
miles north of Kokomo, Saturday. Ii
lasted forty-fve minutes. The bull
charged again and again on the stallion,
repeatedly thrusting his horns through
the ribs of the horse the full length.
Tn, stallion kicked, struck and bit
with all the force at hi, command, tear
ing the tough hide from the bulls neck
and back and breaking nearly every
bone in his body. The bull, thorough
ly exhausted, lay down and died. Eff;
teen minutes later the stallion died. The
two animals were valued at $780,
Indianapolis News.
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stitution.

Ethel-Why, we must have gone over
the same ground? Tell me about your
trip.
Mr.. Globe Trotter- Well, l went to
Denver by train, and then crossed the
country by easy stages to-
Ethel-Easy stages? No. I see we
didn't go by the same road, for the
stages we took nearly killed all of u.s.
Washington Times.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01

This car" said the surly passenger,
reminds me of an organ. 1t has so
many stops" Reminds me just now
of street organ" retorted the tired
conductor, ut goes with q crank
Philadelphia Record.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01

From the time of Solomon the chro-
nology Of the Jews may lie connected
with that of Egypt, Assyria and Baby
Ion and comparative views presented.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01

The German empire has 10, 100000
women over the age of 16.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01

"My son-in-law hadn't cent of debts when
he married my daughter" "1hen he must
have married out of pure bravado."
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01

Over 5000 species of butterflies are
known, and of this number 900 are Pc
culiar to North America.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01

l know that my life was saved by Piso's
Cure for Consumption.-John A. Miller,
Au Sable, Michigan, April q, 1895.
The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-10-01

YOU ARE NOT "sHAKEN BEFORE
TAKEN"
With malarial disease, but with prodigious
violence afterwards, If you neglect immediate
measure OF relief. The surest preventive and
remedial form of medication Is Hostetter's
Stomach Bitters, the potency OF which as an
antidote to masmatic poison has been dem
onstrated for over forty years past. The liver
when disordered and eongested, the bowels If
oonstipated, and the kidneys il inactive, are
promptly aided by it, and 1t Is invaluable for
dyspepsia, nervous debility and rheumatism.
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GET APPETITE.
IF YOU DON'T, YOU WILL NEVER BE
STRONG OR HEALTHY.

Appetite is one thing that you can't afford
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Poor appetite means weak stomach, starved
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When your stomach is able to digest all the
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At druggists Ten cents for trial bottle
! Write for free book to The Shakers, 30
Rcade street. New York.
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saSlng GAS TO the young men who have
made 1t impossible for you to speak today,
I ask you not to believe that they repre-
'Aent Yale any more than Mckinley Will
represent us in November. Yale has sent
out into the world men, sir, like you, who
have been an honor to their university
and TO their country, in every walk of
life.n
The meeting then ended. Mr. Bryan
coughed violently as he was driven to the
New Haven House. and was apparently
exhausted after his effort.
On the trip from New York MIR. Bryan
made brief speeches at South Norwalll
and Stamford, and at Bridgeport he spoke
for nearly an hour. The day was brought
to fitting close with two big meetings
in Hartford last night, both of which were
addressed by Mr., Bryan. At all places the
nominee was most enthusiastically re-
ceived.