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Show A Picture of Modern Life. Some half dozen years ago I knew a man who was hard, stern, grasping; who never allowed a dollar to slip through his fingers; whose faithful wife worked early and late that he might not have to spend an unnecessary cent. Many and uiany a time have I seen her on her knees, cleaning her floor with a brush; I have seen her, too, stand up and put her hands to her back and moan with pain. I have seen her paint her own floors, and paper her own walls, and beat her own carpets, with great, rough hands and red arms bared to the blistering winds. Well, let me tell you how she was rewarded. re-warded. After years had. worn by in toil and care, with never a caress or a word of appreciation or a ray of pleasure, this unhappy couple bought a lot in a fine location and builded thereon a beautiful home one that excited admiration in every breast. It was all finished and elegantly furnished. The lawn was the loveliest in the whole city, with fountains foun-tains playing upon it from morning till night; the greenhouse was filled with rare flowers. Oh, each time I passed that house I broke a commandment. When it was ready for occupancy the poor, tired, worn out wife sickened, and on the very night she was to have moved into her new house she gave one long sigh and went home to a land whence there is no returning. In five months her husband had married mar-ried again, and everything that had been planned with such patient hope and love had to be changed to please the new mistress, while the old one with the broken heart lay with care lined face and hard, work worn hands ont in Ixme Fir cemetery. This was the first picture of its kind that I ever saw, but I have sine found admirable copies of it hanging hang-ing along the walls of life West Shore. To Purify the Breath. The freshest of fresh eggs and lemon juice, sugar, almond oil and rose water, mixed with utmost care and cleanliness, stirred and beaten for hours upon hours, smelling delicately as if a rose had been dipped into it some time, should make a tempting cosmetic to create beautf or restore it to itself. We all feel the charm of "balmy breath that doth almost persuade justice to sheathe her sword," and this bottle of clear red liquid, with a few drops poured in a glass of water, will so purify tbe breath and all within the lips that one need not mind how closely the hearer's attention hangs upon them. The same liquid is sovereign for dyspepsia, and reduces re-duces the interior to an amiable state very quickly. It is nice to have something one can depend on to neutralize the breath from a decaying tooth in that state where the dentist cannot work at it, or undo tbe effects of a sleepless night, which never fails to leave the breath affected. A few drops of such a tincture wiH often prevent pre-vent the toothache which comes of eating eat-ing sweets. - In short, a really good tooth wash is the first of cosmetic necessities. Shirley Dare in New York Herald. |