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senses yet,” thought Tina, with a tos6 of her hea'd. 
“ j shan’t measure my actions by the rule and plum¬ 
met of his lordly will, 1 can assure him. If I want 
to flirt with Fierce Marbury, 1 shall do it ?” 
“ go you’re up, eh, Tina ? And as fresh as a rose, 
I declare I” 
Tina put her red lips up to kiss her bluff old father 
in an abstracted sort of way. She hardly saw him as 
lie stood there. 
“ Oh, by the way, Tina, 1 forgot to give you this 
note last night—it was left by the hotel porter. 
Really, I believe ray memory isn’t quite as good as 
it was.” 
Tina caught the note from her father’s hand, and 
broke it open in fevered haste. 
“ The train leaves at seven !” She saw the words 
as vividly as if they had been written in characters 
of jagged fire, and as she read them the old clock 
halfway up the wide, old-fashioned staircase struck 
eight. 
It was too late—too late! 
The sharp thrill of agony at her heart was suc¬ 
ceeded by a passionate feeling of resentment. 
“ Let him go I” she said to herself, while the red 
pennons fluttered on her cheek. “ 1 would not lift 
a finger to keep him here 1” 
So, when Bruce Medway’s earnest appealing letter 
came a day or two afterward, Ernestine folded it 
quietly within a blank envelope, without breaking 
the seal, and sent it back. 
Verily women are strange enigmas, even to them¬ 
selves ! Ernestine herself could scarcely have told 
why she kept the broken silver coin —but she 
kept it, _ 
The short, threatening October day was drawing 
to a close; the fiery belt, across the western sky 
was flaming sullenly athwart the skeleton woods, 
and Bhedding a sort of aureola round Ernestine 
Cady’s 6lender figure as she hurried on through 
the yellow, rustling drifts of fallen leaves, carrying 
the heavy basket on her arm. 
Just as pretty as the rosy Tina of two years since, 
but paler, graver and more sedate. Trouble had 
besieged the family since their migration to the 
grand domains of the far West. Tina had learned 
the serious part of life’s lesson, and she had learned 
it well. She lifted the latch of the rudely constructed 
log house and entered, with assumed cheerfulness on 
her face. 
“ How are you now, father ?” 
“Better, I think. Come to the fire, Tina—you 
must be cold." 
“ Not a bit. Has mother come back ?” 
“ No; it’s very strange she stays so long. 1 
suppose that Mrs. Ebbetts has a great deal to say, 
though. I don’t wonder your mother is glad to get 
away from a sick-room for a while.*’ 
He spoke a little bitterly, and Tina winced as she 
listened, knowing that her mother had made an ex¬ 
cuse of some neighborly errand to dispose in the 
nearest village of such poor little odds and ends of 
gold chains, pins and rings as yet remained to their 
diminished estate. Was there anything wrong in 
this pious fraud ? Tina almost felt as if there was ! 
It was not pleasant to be poor! 
“ She will be home soon, father, 
“ Cranberries ?—yes—/ remember ’em," said old 
’Squire Signet, luting the end of his cedar pencil. 
“ Crop was uncommon good last fall; old Cady’s 
darter brought ’em here to sell by the peck.” 
To sell! Bruce began for the first time to appre¬ 
ciate the tides of trouble that had eddied round the 
serene little islet of Ernestine’s heart. 
“Where do they live—Mr. Cady’s family, I 
mean ?” ' 
“See that ar’ old blasted pine down in the hol¬ 
ler V WeU, just beyond there a road leads down 
past Cady’s. Won’t stop a little longer? Well, 
good eveniu’, ’Squire 1" 
And Bruce Medway walked down through the 
orange, twilight to where the skeleton arm of the 
blasted pine seemed to point to the light in a far- 
off window —walked to meet the dearest treasure 
of his heart! 
Through the uncurtained panes he could see the 
tiny room all bright and ruddy with cheery fire¬ 
light : the slender, drooping figure sitting alone on 
the hearth-stone with its golden 6bine of hair, and 
the thoughtful bend of its neck. And he opened 
the door softly and went in. 
“ Tina I” 
She put back her hair with both hands, and look¬ 
ed at him as if she fancied herself under the de¬ 
lusion of some spell. 
“Ton summoned me, and I have come. Tina, 
my love, shall the old times return to us once 
more? Shall we he all the world to each other 
once again?” 
It was foil nine o’clock by the silver-studded 
time-piece of the stars before Bruce Medway rose 
to take his departure. 
“But tell me one thing, Bruce,” said Ernestine, 
laying her hand lightly on his, as they stood pro¬ 
tracting their lover-like adieux on tlie door-stone 
in the frigid moonlight, “What did you mean 
when you said I had summoned you?” 
He drew a little box from his breast pocket, and 
emilingly held up a bit of silver. 
“ And I wear its mate close to my heart, Tina.” 
“ Bruce—surely that is not my half of the coin ?” 
“ It was your half, Tina." 
“And where did you find it ?” 
“ One of these days 1 will tell you, dear—not in 
a very romantic juxtaposition, however. You re¬ 
member what I said to you when we divided the 
silver piece between ns?” 
As if Tina had forgotten one word or syllable of 
those old days! 
The iron hand of time has swept away all those 
tokens of lang 6yne now. Mr. Medway is a mid¬ 
dle-aged, bald-headed member of society, and Mre. 
Medway has white hairs mixed in the golden bright¬ 
ness of her braids; but she keeps the worn bit of 
silver and its sweet associations still, and believes 
most firmly in true-love and romance. 
UNDER THE BEAUTIFUL MOON 
BOOKS FOR RITUALISTS AND 0TKER8. 
BY A. A. HOPKINS. 
What is the bine sky, so grandly arched above 
our heads ? The ancient Greeks supposed it to be a 
solid substance, spread above the earth at an im¬ 
mense. height, in which the sun, moon and stars 
were set like diamonds in a ring. The upper surface 
was laid with gold — the pavement of the gods. 
In pagan countries, somewhat similar notions still 
prevail, a converted heathen said to his missionary 
teacher that he thought the sun, moon and stars 
were holes in the solid sky, through which came 
streaming down to the earth the brightness and 
glory of the heavenly world. 
But, in reality, the sky is nothing more than the 
air we breathe. Instead of the solid arch, towering 
so many thousands of miles above us, where our 
childish fancy placed it, the blue sky is nothing 
more thaD the ocean of air in which we live and 
move. And, as to its distance from us, it is all 
within three or four miles. For travelers, who go 
upon high mountain tops, tell us that they no longer 
see any bine sky above them there, where the air is 
80 thin that they pant for breath, but only the 
blackness of empty space. 
As the following verses were written expressly for the 
Rural we do not feel disposed to withhold them from 
publication in it. albeit they are now copyrighted, and 
therefore private property. Finding them well adapted 
thereto we weddod them to melody, and they are issued 
in sbeet'form. a? a Song, or a Duet and Quartette. See 
Publisher’s advertisement on page 261. 
Under the beautiful moon to-night, 
Silently eleepe the crowded town, 
Tenderly, dreamily floats the light, 
Over the wanderers up and down; 
Echoing faintly along the street, 
Ever are heard ihe restless feet 
Plodding so wearily. 
Sadly and drearily, 
Onward the last of a hope to meet. 
Under the beautiful moon there sleeps 
Many and many a lair young face, 
Many and many a mother weeps 
Bitterly over her child’s diegrace; 
Smiles, be they false, till the sun is set, 
Under the moon may the cheeks be wet,— 
Sighingly, tearfully, 
Sadly and fearfully. 
Many a heart that would fain forget. 
Under the beautiful moon there go, 
Flaunting their shame in its holy light, 
Faces of loveliness to and fro, 
Straying from purity far by night. 
Goodness and truth for the light of day, 
Under the moon may the bad have sway; 
OI could the beautiful 
Ever be dutiful, 
Loving might gladden their hearts alway 1 
Under the beautiful moon there rest 
Vicious and pnre as the hours go on, 
Soule that in love and in life are blest, 
Faces of wretchedness pale and wan ; 
Happiness under the moon may sleep, 
Misery under the moon may weep; 
Grieviuglv, sobbingly. 
Painfully, throhbingly. 
Ilearts may make moan over sorrows deep l 
Under the beantifai moon, to-night, 
Many will dream of the loved and lost; 
Many live over with sad delight 
Hours when they suffered and sorrowed most. 
Tears lor the lost when the day is fled, 
Under the moon may their names he said 
Fondly, endearingly. 
Never so cheerlngly 
Memory breathes of the loved and dead. 
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“1 h not myself al all t-o-day,” Faid a bore to the artist 
Inman. ** No matter for that.” was the reply; “whoever 
else you may be, you are a gainer by the change.” 
An impertinent fellow asked a gentleman at a public 
gathering why he had ehaved off his side whiskers, and 
was answered that to meet some men it required more 
cheek. 
A man in Boston, in his hurry to assist a fainting lady, 
£rc*t a bottle of mucilage instead ol camphor, and bathed 
her fare with it. She was a good deal stuck up with 
attention. 
A foppish nobleman, who saw Descartes enjoying him¬ 
self ai, the lable, having expressed his astonishment that 
a philosopher should exhibit such fondness for good 
cheer, gen this answer for his pains“ And pray, my 
lord, did you think that good things were only made for 
fools ?” 
A gentleman was about completing the sale of a horse 
he was ven anxious to dispose of, when a little urchin 
appeared and innocently inquired- — “Grandpa, which 
horse are yon going io sell —that one you built the (Ire 
under, yesterday, to make him draw ?” The bargain was 
at an end. 
Brougham, speaking of the salary attached to the ru 
mored appointment to a new judgeship, said it was all 
moonshine, Lyndhurst. in his dry and waggish way, re¬ 
marked, -May be so, Harry: hut 1 have a strong notion 
that, moonshine though it be, you would like to see the 
first quarter of it.” 
A good story is told of the Chicago millionaire, Potter 
Palmer, who personally drives a splendid four-in -nan J 
team of black horses, two colored servants occupying 
seals at the rear A visitor from the rural districts’ ob¬ 
served tiie equipage go by, and told a friend afterwards, 
( '.'jin he saw niggers riding out iu 
great style, witn a white man tor their driver 
A < maractekistic anecdote is reaiated of an ont-tbe- 
clbow poet, who. by some freak of Fortune, came into 
possession or n five dollai bill He called a lad and said, 
“Johnny, my boy, take this William and get it cnanged.” 
“ What do you mean by calling it William t” inquired the 
wondering lad. “ WLy John,” replied the poet, “J am 
not sufficiently familiar with it to take the liberty of call¬ 
ing it bill." 
Tiik story is told in “ College Days ” that at one of the 
rhetorical classes in Ripen College -i preparatory student 
had written an essay on the subject of the habit which 
some people have of bestowing too much attention on 
the affairs of other*. He bail enunciated his topic iu a 
very modest way. when the professor, who had tailed to 
caidi the words, interrupted him with a question calcu¬ 
lated to throw light on his subject. Turning to him, the 
young man responded, innocently, but firmly. "Mind 
yuur own, liuHnctt*/" The greatest coufusion ensued, 
Jones was. or believed he was, near his death; and, 
the doctor calling, he held u long and earnest, conversa¬ 
tion with him about his chances of life. -‘Why, man, 1 ' 
said the- physician. “ yon are likely to die any hour. You 
have been living lor the last fifteen years without a con¬ 
stitution — inng.« gone, liver diseased, and all that sort of 
thing.’' *• You don i mean to say," replied Jones, ques- 
tiontngly, “that atnanciui iive for fifteen years withouta 
constitution “ Yes. I do.' retorted the doctor,' “and 
you arc an example,” “Then, Doctor." mid a bright 
smile illuminated the pallid face of the doomed man — 
“ then, Doctor, I'll go it ten years more on the by-laws.” 
And he did. 
THE SILVER TOKEN. 
“There, Tina!” 
Mr. Bruce Medway triumphantly held up two 
semi-circles of silver in the air, so that they might 
be sure to make a sufficient impression on Er¬ 
nestine Cady’s blue eyes, and smiled with the ex¬ 
ultant satisfaction of one who feels that he has 
accomplished his mission. 
Be was a bright, earnest looking young fellow, 
with gray-brown eyes and a square, Ann mouth — 
not handsome, but very manly; and as he sat there 
on the green woodland bank, with the hair thrown 
back from his broad forehead, and the 9unebiue mir¬ 
rored in his eyes, you felt instinctively that he was 
one who would make his way in the world, no mat¬ 
ter what obstacles might intervene. 
Ernestine Cady stood leaning against the gnarled, 
mossy trunk of an immense chestnut tree, with her 
little feet half buried in plumes of nodding, fragrant 
ferns—a rural picture in blue muslin and fluttering 
azure ribbons. She was very pretty, with the deli¬ 
cate bloom and freshness of a flower—a flower that 
winds and frosts have never touched. 
“ Didn’t I tell you 1 should do It, Tina?” 
Ernestine took up the little file that lay on the 
bank. 
“I thought it an impossible task with such an 
implement as that!" 
“Nothing is impossible,” returned Bruce, sen- 
tentiously, as he passed a bit of narrow blue ribbon 
through a hole in the broken piece of silver. “ Will 
you let me tie it round your neck, Tina?” 
“What for?" But she stooped her pretty head 
as she spoke, and let him tie the knot beneath a 
cataract of pale gold curls. 
“And I shall wear the other next my heart. 
They are amulets, Tina—charms, if you choose so 
to phrase itThat silver piece carries my allegiance 
with it. Tina, if ever any cloud comes between us 
— if ever we are separated—” 
“ Bruce I” 
“ Such things have happened, dearest; but, never¬ 
theless, in any event, this broken coin shall be a 
token and a summons to me, wherever I may be — 
whatever Pate may have in store. Don’t look so 
grave, my little blue-bird. Is it so very wrong to 
mingle a bit of romance in our everyday life ? 
Where are your flowers ?—it is time we were re- 
A WOMANLY DEED 
Receive their Teas by the Cargo from the best 
Tea districts of China and Japan, and sell 
them in quantities to suit customers 
AT CARGO PRICES. 
Saratogian. It touchingly narrates an act through 
which a woman's noble-heartedness beautifully 
6hone: 
When the train halted at Saratoga, among the 
passengers from the west came a mail of about 
thirty years of age, elbowing his way through the 
crowd and bearing in his arms a child. He was a 
poor man; his clothes were poor, he looked poor. 
Around his hat was tied a piece of soiled, worn 
crape. It was evidently all the mourning his scanty 
means would permit, for the mother of the child was 
dead. This man was rough Id his exterior, yet his 
face was an honest one. He handled the baby 
awkwardly, yet there was a tenderness in his sad 
look that showed the purity of a father’s love. The 
little fellow lay asleep on his coarsely clad knee; a 
stray sunbeam glanced across its tired face. They 
were both tired, the father and the child; for they 
had come from the far west; and as he placed his 
hard, toil-worn hand to shield it from the golden 
rays, there was in his look a mixture of sadness and 
care, as if his pent-up feelings had been so crowded 
back into the inner cells of his heart that even tears 
could have been no relief to the hidden anguish that 
was making his life a misery. 
The poor child cried; it might be the little thing 
was tired, it might be it missed its mother; perhaps 
it was hungry; perhaps it was sick, and it cried. 
The tears rolled down its cheeks; the father wiped 
away the dew drops as they fell, and then tried to 
feed it. He was so awkward with the bottle—his 
had been a life of toil and hardship,%id he knew 
not how to give his darling its nourishment, A6 he 
made effort after effort to stifle the cries and check 
the tears of his motherless babe, how he must have 
miBsed her who in his life of labor and privation bad 
been his solace and comfort. An unbidden tear 
started to his eye, but he brushed it quickly away. 
All who saw him pitied him. At length a woman, 
CLUB ORDERS PROMPTLY SUPPLIED, 
said Tina. 
“Only see what a basketful of cranberries I have 
gathered in the swamps t This will make the bar¬ 
relful, and Mr. Signet has promised to send it to 
New York with his. Don’t they look like red jew¬ 
els, father? And the money will buy you a new 
coat.” 
He smiled faintly. 
“ I think it had better buy my little girl a new 
dress. Shall I help you to pick them over ?” 
“1 had rather do it by myself, father, and you 
must try to sleep a while.” 
Half au hour later Tina came through the room, 
with a scarlet shawl thrown over her head, and a 
wistful, scared look in her eyes. 
“ Y r ou are not going out again, my child ?” 
“ Only up to the cranberry swamp, father; it isn’t 
dark yet; I—I have lost something.” 
“ A ribbon or a collar, I suppose,” said Mr. Cady 
to himself, as be lay watching the crimson glare of 
the October sunset; while Tina, putting aside low, 
tangled bushes, and searching bits of rank, swampy 
grass, was repeating to herself in quick, nervous 
words: — “ How could I lose it ? Oh, how could I 
be so careless ?" 
But the search was all in vain; and the chill twi¬ 
light sent her home, dispirited and unsuccessful. 
And Ernestine Cady cried herself to sleep that 
night, just because she had lost the broken silver 
coin! 
“ You’ll be sure to come, Mr. Medway ? 1 want 
to introduce the successful author to my friends. 
Y r ou are to be my lion. Y’ou will come ?” 
“ Yes, 1 will come, if you wish it 1” 
Bruce Medway went dreamily on his way, and 
Mrs. Lyman whispered to one of her fashionable 
friends that she was “ quite Bure Mr. Medway had 
been crossed in love—he was so deliciously mel¬ 
ancholy !” 
The table was superbly spread—Mrs. Lyman’s 
dinners were always comine il J'aut— and, through 
the sparkle of cut glass and translucent glow of 
painted china, yon saw baskets and epergnes and 
pyramidal bouquets of magnificent hot-house flow¬ 
ers. As one of the Beau Brummels of the day had 
said“ It was like looking at a beautiful picture 
to dine with Mrs. Lyman.” 
The dessert was in its first stages, when the pretty 
hOBtess leaned coaxingly across to Mr. Medway. 
“ Do try some of these little cranberry pates, Mr. 
Medway; 1 have just received a barrel of the most 
delightful cranberries from my dear old Unde Sig¬ 
net, in Iowa.” 
Bruce was idly striking his fork into the little 
crimson circlets, quite unconscious of what he was 
eating. 
“ Yes, they are very nice,” he 6aid, mechanically. 
And then he bent down to see what bit of extra¬ 
neous white element was glimmering through the 
ruby translucency. 
Only a broken silver coin I 
He took it out and looked at it, the familiar date 
and die, all unconscious of the bnzz of voices and 
ring of idle laughter all round him—looked at it 
with a vague, superstitious thrill stealing over ail 
bis nature—and he could almost hear his pulse heat 
under the soft pressure of the other half of this sil¬ 
ver piece, for he still wore it next his heart! 
“ Erom'lewa, did you say, Mrs. Lyman?” 
“ From my nncle, ’Squire Signet, who lives in the 
Far We6t.” 
“ What part of Iowa is it that—that produces 
such a harvest of cranberries ?” 
“ Datersville, 1 believe, near the Owasca River.” 
And then the conversation branched off into some 
different channels. Brace Medway had found out 
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Hotels, Saloons. Boardine-iloitse Keepers, and Families who 
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We warrant all the goodt we sell to give entire satisfac¬ 
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our expense, within SO days, ami have the money refunded. 
flREAT AMERICAN TEA COMPANY, 
Nos. 81 & 33 Vesey Street, 
Post-Office Box 5,343, New Y'ork City. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
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FOR YOUNG LADLES, 
97 Lexington Ave.. Cor. Twenty-Seventh St., New York. 
The utmost care taken to impart a thorough knowledge of 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
I wish to fence in a certain square lot of ground with 
a post and rail fence, each panel to be 11 feet in length. 
How large must this lot be to contain as many acres as it 
requires panels to inclose it? 
Allensvilie, Ind. U. H. Stowe. 
Answer in two weeks. 
“ She will come—1 am 6ure she will come!” 
Tbe dew lay like a ray of diamonds on grass and 
shrub as Brace walked up and down the little path¬ 
way by the hidden spring, watching the round red 
shield of the rising sun hanging above the eastern 
horizon. And then he looked at his watch, 
“ The train will be due in nine minutes. 8urely 
Tina will not let me leave her without one recon 
ciling word! 11 we conld but live the last week 
over again 1 Hush! that must be her footstep on 
the moss.” 
He stepped forward, with a glad, flushed face, and 
then the chill whiteness of despair blanched every 
feature as the bright-eyed squirrel, whose tiny tread 
over leaves and acorn-cups had deceived him, glid¬ 
ed swiftly across the belt of sunshine into emerald 
shadow. Bruce Medway stood an instant with his 
brow contracted, and his arms folded on his breast. 
Was he bidding farewell to the bright summer that 
was past ? 
Ad( 1 the shriek of the coming train sounded 
through the blue purity of the air, and the last, 
little faint; sparkle of hope in the lover’s breast 
died out. 
Tina had not come—Tina had forgotten him. 
Well, so let it be! 
And what was Tina Cady doing in the fresh morn- 
ingforightness ? 
She was very rosy and pretty in her trim calico 
dress, with pink ribbons at her throat, and a pink 
verbena hanging low in her golden coils of hair 
—very picturesque as she reached up her hand to 
break off a spray of spicy honeysuckle. 
“ I wonder if Mr. Bruce Medway has come to his 
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Melodeam,, Parlor, Clinrcb anti Cabinet OrganB. the best 
manufactured: Warranted lbv Six Years. 
IOOFlan'os, MELoriEONe and Groans of 6ix ri?6t-cla?R ma¬ 
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ance lu Mouthly or Quarterly Installments. Second-hand 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker, 
anagram:. 
Eth ymreom l'a hyt eatnn, ared noe 
Silve ni ym omntsi trhae, 
Deklni hwti a dsohutna sophe nad rafes, 
Hatt ilwl ont hcente rapedt. 
Auburn, N. Y. L. B. Moore, 
Answer in two weeks. 
L OTIO.-PROF. CHRISTY’S HAIR LOTIA 
18 NEAT. CLEAN, PURE. UNIFORM AND RELI¬ 
ABLE and Richlv Perlumed for the Toilet. It contains no 
Suyar erf Lead or other poisonous minerals or oils. It makes 
the Hair Glossy and Beantlfol, removes dandruff,restores 
grav hair to its original color—will grow hair on bald heads, 
and can be untd an '« hair dressing for ever without the slight¬ 
est injury to the Oram or optic nerve. Do not take any thing 
else, nut get the pure article. If your druggist will not get 
it for you, send direct to the manufactory. Sold by Drug¬ 
gists, *1 per ho tile; half doaen, or «cnt to anr address on 
receipt o t' ” nviyuvy. Liberal <V‘i ih-.tI"' to the trade. Send 
for testimonials, &c. A. R. CHRISTY & CO., 
9tS-t.teo 175 West Fifth St.. Cincinnati, Ohio. 
For Moore’s Rnxa! New-Yorker. 
CHARADE. 
My first, is sometimes bat a noise, 
Sometimes a bird that oft destroys; 
My last is bettered by a gate, 
My whole will raise a heavy weight, 
Answer in two weeks. 
OTH PATCHES, FRECKLES and TAN. 
The only reliable remedy for those brown discolora- 
18 on the face is " J‘erru\ Moth and freckle Lotion.” 
'ared only by Dr. B, C. FERRY, 49 Bond St., New York. 
'“Sold everywhere. 950-18teo 
Answer to Historical Enigma: —I cannot has never 
accomplished anything. 
Answer to Charade:—Masketo. 
Answer to Anagram: 
The noblest men I know on earth 
Are men whose hands axe brown with toil; 
Who backed by no ancestral graves 
Hew down the woods and till the soil; 
And win thereby a prouder fame 
Than follows king'B or warrior’s name. 
O NE OUNCE OF GOLD WILL RE GIVEN 
for even - ounce of adulteration found in “ B. T Bab¬ 
bitt’s Lion Coffee.” This coflee is roasted, ground, and 
sealed •’ hermetically,” under letters patent from the U. b 
Government. All the “ aroma" !« 3 wetl, and the coffee pre¬ 
sents a rich, glossy appearance. Every family should use it, 
as It is IS to 20 per cent, stronger than other pure “Coffee.” 
One can Lu every twenty contains a SI Greenback- For 
sale everywhere. If your grocer does not keep this coflee, 
and wiU not get it for you, send your orders direct to the 
factory. B. T. BABBITT, 
95S-ioteo Nos. f>l to 74 Washington St,, N. Y. 
NVENTORs* wanting Patents, send for Circulars, to 
. DODGE it MUNN, 432 7th Street, Washington. D. C. 
