Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 4 January 1895 — Page 7

TBE FACE OF ROSIFEL

By CJHABLES HOWAED MOttTAGUE.

{Copyright, 1804, by American Press Association.!

CHAPTER VIIL A N12W LEASE OF LIFE.

They made an armchair of themselves by interlocking their hands and arms, Maxey and Dr. Lamar, to cany her up the long flights of stairs to her new home, this pale, shy girl whom the carefully driven carriage had just brought to the door of the house at the end of the quiet street.

How different from the ominous roll of the departing ambulance was the coming of this jaunty carriage! When Miss .Maxey had listened to the first from the parlor window, high above the street, her sympathetic heart felt as if a chill breath from the icy river had touched it. Now she waited at the top of the stairs with a rose in her hair.

Modern science had alone made this arrival possible. For the second time within the short period of a few weeks brain surgery hacl'won' another brilliant victory. But there was that about this second and more recent miracle which not even Lamar himself could explain. That the result had exceeded his most daring hopes he had acknowledged, at least to Maxey. To rescue from the grave a trembling paralytic victim, who realizes full .well his doom, and himself gives the word which authorizes the dangerous operation as his last fearful chance, is great indeed, but to pour a flood of fullest, freest light into the darkness worse than death that enshrouds an intellect is something so far greater that it rises at once out of the region of human achievement into that unfathomed realm of nature's mysteries where the wisest are as children. No. Lamar was too scientific a man to believe this triumph all his own, too honest to claim it as his own, but nevertheless the world would count it his. Henceforth he would be great among his fellows.

The victim of the cliff road was still in a very sensitive and precarious state. Her memory of even recent events might fail her at times in the most alarming manner, but her pulse was normal, her appetite good, and every day would show a change for the better —every day away from the hospital, surrounded by sympathetic faces, kind voices and the quiet of a home. So they all believed. So had the carriage coma

This was scarcely the same being who once before had been carried by these four strong arms from the street to the .artist's rooms. That form had been submissive and leaden. This shrank in maiden modesty from undue contact That face had been distorted with Uie hideous nightmare of perpetual fear. This glowed with all the sweet, shy, •womanly emotions that rise in the breast of a young girl whom necessity compels to cling in this bold fashion to strangers 'Of the other sex. She obeyed their instructions to put her arms about their .necks with a trembling reluctance that -was too spontaneous to be counterfeit. .1 know not what philosophic Dr. Lamar thought, but to Julian Maxey the trenimlous touch of that almost transparent little hand was a vaguo revelation of t'ae •possibility of a joy to come greater than any he had ever known.

It was toilsome, climbing the long •flights of stairs in this slow, steady fashion, but it seemed to Maxey in his present ecstatic frame of mind, with a burden such 08 this to carry, he would willingly havo kept on mounting forever. As for the palpitating burden herself, she was troubled with more sentiments, than one. This removal, her destination, her new friends, were so many mysteries to her. The truth had purposely been kept from her for a specific reason, and she had been informed only that:she was to be taken to a more secluded place "than the hospital, where she "would be surrounded by brighter influences and would get well the quicker.

Notwithstanding her weakness and her trepidation at finding herself in the arms of the strange men, she was seen to glance with an expression of interest and curiosity upon the house and the entrance into which she was being taken. In spite of Dr. Lamar's assurance to the contrary, Maxey hoped that she would recognize the placo and its inmates without a word to aid her. This was the object of his silence to her. It partook of the nature of an experiment.

Miss Maxey, waiting for them in the corridor, held the door open for them to pass in. The girl looked at her in a mute, questioning manner, without a shadow of recognition, that thoroughly disappointed the artist's sister. The doctor's strong tones Mtere the first to break the silence. "These are your new friends, Miss Dya Hero your home is to be as long as you care to make it From .the time you expressed1 a desire not to be taken back to your father they resolved to bring you here." "They are very good to me," said a faint voice. "But do they know that I am a poor girl without money to pay them for their care?" "They know everything that is necessary."

Miss Maxey had drawn a great chair in front of the fire and had made it doubly easy with pillows. The comfortable back chamber was in a state of order and neatness wonderful to behold. Everything was in readiness for the return of the patient. They placed her in the chair, and Maxey sighed as the clinging hand left its warm nestling place on his neck. Then they all stood back from her, and she looked about, first at the strange faces of the artist and his sister and then at the various objects which went to make up the character of the room. Her glance wandered to the windows, with the fine prospect far away and the ice clad river underneath, to the piano, the pictures, the bookcases, even to the little white bed in the alcove ,room, the curtains, of .wliipfe igd been

puiposely drawn back that she" might see it. Maxey could not conceal his disappointment. It was the glance of the stranger. But thero was another sentiment in the artist's mind, even stranger than this. In the anxious days when the face which now looked up from the pillows in the easy chair lay on the bed in the alcove room Maxey had often watched it with an insufferable feeling of regret and pity at liis heart. The delicate outline of the oval face and the classic features, despite the unnatural expression which distorted the countenance and robbed it of its chief charm, had whispered a sorrowful story of a lost radiance that would have dazzled the eyes of the beholder. And now, as the artist saw this face again, lit up with the light of reason and changing with the varying thoughts, deadly pale and hollow though it was, he realized, with the unerring instinct of a student of the pleasing in nature, that the reality was even stranger than he had pictured it, and he said to himself: "She will be beautiful."

There was a deeply troubled look in the dark eyes, as they finished the momentary survey of the apartment and came bade to rest on Miss Maxey's face. The pale lips murmured something which sounded to her hearers like, "I do not understand."

At any rate, Dr. Lamar took it upon Jiimself to say again: "These are your friends, Miss Maxey and her brother, who took care of you in your illness. You are to stay here with them as long as you like, to make your home with them, if you will, until you av« well, strong and able to go where you desire.'' "Charity?" whispered the voice, a slight color coming into the face. Dr. Lamar understood the delicate shrinking of a sensitive nature and feared that itmight have a tendency to retard her convalescence. The unscrupulous man lied: 'Not in the least. Your father has secured them to take charge of you during his absence. He was obliged to go away.'' "He is not my father," she returned in a clearer voice. The sound of that voice made Maxey's heart beat fastei*. The accents end intonation were a revelation. They could have been the prodnet alone of refinement and education.

A joyous thought seemed to arise suddenly in the poor girl's mind, a thought that made her eyes glisten and her breath come quick. She looked eagerly first into Maxey's face and then into the face of his sister. Something seemed to tremble on her lips, but she to utter it. The artist, who had been watching her every movement, started forward. 'Say that you know us that you recognize this place that you remember to have been here before!"

The rising color suddenly faded from tho pale face, and to the astonishment of everybody she said: "You are my brother and you my sister! You have brought me home!"

Maxey's heart sank. Was her mind wandering? Her eager glance encounter-

"You arc my brother and you my sister!" ed their blank and amazed looks, and the trembling joy faded at once from her face.

Ellen spoke up quickly: "Let it be so, dear Annette. We will be brother and sister to you henceforth.'' "Then you are not really so? No, no. I should have known better." "And you don't recognize the room at all?" Maxey said in a tone of regret.

The dark eyes looked about in increasing perplexity. She said at last falteringly: "I cannot say, but in my forgotten childhood, which I havo tried so hard to remember" "I don't mean that," interrupted Maxey. "I mean since you have been sisk."

The dark eyes turned toward him in wild amazement. "Was I not taken to the hospital?" "You were brought here. You were placed in that little bed there. My sister attended you, and so you remained for weeks. Now, don't you remember it— just in a faint, vague way, I mean?" returned Maxey.

The dark liairmoved on the pillow as the head shook. "It is all strange to me," she said. "I must have been very sick."

Dr. Lamar looked triumphantly at Maxey, who was evidently disappointed. "loan remember faces faintly, coming and going, as in a dream." "Reminiscences of the hospital after the operation," commented Dr. Lamar in an undertone.

Maxey sighed. "I must give it up," he said. "You were right''

The physician did not reply. His attention was taken by the patient. A gray pallor was creeping into her face. Her eyes closed wearily. "No more of this," he said authoritatively. "This conversation has been too much for her Get her to bed, Miss Maxey." 'But we have found out nothing, "expostulated tho artist. It is already two weeks, and you havo allowed nobody to question her. Meanwhile we do not lmow how imperative for the ends of justice it is that we should have this crime explained."

Lamar looked at the artist in stern silence for a moment, and then with a sudden movement seized him, as if he had been an unruly schoolboy, by his ear

and led him from the room wnen tney were in the back parlor, he released him and said with a sternness that was not at all assumed: 'Do you want to undo all that has been done? The girl remains here only upon condition that you obey her physician's orders. Those orders are that you shall absolutely refrain from questioning her or even hinting of tho past in any way until you have my permission. I will tell you plainly, it may be for weeks.'' "So long!" said Maxey in consternation. "You know I would be the last to do anything which would tend to her injury. But it does seem a shame, by Jove it does seem a shame!"

He began to pace the floor with his hands behind his back. "I have my suspicions," he continued. 'If you knew them, you would be as impatient as I am." "I doubt it, "returned Lamar, "but by and by you will tell them to me, and we shall see. Before that, however, I want to settle your mind on one point. Mrs. Forsythe does not know and never heard of this man Dye. It was utterly ridiculous, of course, that she should, but to satisfy you I have asked her." 'But it is she who lives at 16 Livingston street" "And it is also her servants who live there!" exclaimed Lamar impatiently.

Any reference to his intended bride always had a depressing effect upon the physician. He folded his hands behind him, turned his back on Maxey and looked gloomily out of the window at the river The artist approached him and laid a friendly hand on his arm. "Old fellow, I have offended you." "Nothing of the sort, returned Lamar. "You did simply right. How could you know that the suspicion of the lodging house keeper in Flood street was preposterous? You never saw her."

Maxey was well aware of that If there was any matter on earth in which he felt he was not in his friend's confidence, it was this matter of his engagement with the Widow Forsythe, and yet his esteem and regard for the man were too great to permit him to neglect an opportunity, such as this, to counsel him. "Eustace," he began hesitatingly, "I wish I could feel that you wouldn't think that I was presuming on your friendship.''

Lamar turned toward him, puzzled and wondering. "Why, what is all this, Julian?" "It is my extravagant imagination, I suppose, but I can't get over the impression that your approaching marriage is not—well, that you do not look upon it as you ought.''

Lamar turned his head away very quickly. "Mrs. Forsythois a lady," he said in a low voice. "She is very handsome. She is a very talented woman. She has a fortune, and I have been called a thousand times a 'lucky dog!' "All this is much, Eustace, but do you really love her?''

Lamar mrdo an impatient gesture. "You don't expect me to talk sentiment, I hop.

Maxey si 'led. "That's the trouble I was afraid of. You are too much wrapped up in your science, and you imagine you don't believe in these things. But I tell you, Lamar, they are just as real and essential as anything else in our lives.''

Lamar attempted to force a tone of jocularity. "When did you experience your last great passage, Maxey?'' "You know I never had one. But I believe in it I know it, because I have seen it." "Oh, indeed!" Lamar's words were dry and short, but somehow he looked much more distressed than indifferent

Maxey went on earnestly: "Eustace, it has been your province on many important occasions to give me advice, and you must acknowledge that in however bad grace I accepted it I generally acted on it. I can't expect you to take mine, but I am none the less going to advise you. If you marry Mrs. Forsythe for her money, you will regret it all the days of your life."

Lamar turned upon him almost angrily, "Who told you that, Maxey?" The artist replied a little stifily: 'Nobody. I inferred it from what you said. You do not love her. Don't marry •her." "Love her? No. But, what is more to the point, I esteem and respect her. That is enough. Maxey, this is not an agreeable subject to me. Don't let us refer to it again. My mother has set her heart on this match, and even if I were convinced of its unadvisability I could not honorably retreat now. If there was a time when I had a little romantic feeling for Mrs. Forsythe, and if time and a better acquaintance with her have enabled mo to overcome it, why, that is my affair. If I was weak enough or foolish enough to take a hasty, impulsive step in au all important matter—a step which I have since had reason to regret—that is my affair too. If I have said to you that which I have told and shall tell to no other person upon earth, it is because I know you too well to believe that you would betray my confidence. Julian, you will not mention that I have said this much to you to a living soul—not even to"

He stopped and averted his glance and went on again: "Not even'to your nearest and dearest friend. Now, let us change the subject"

Maxey looked at his friend regretfully. Lamar coughed and drummed on the piano. "Well," said the physician at length, "you were saying that you had your suspicions. Whom do you suspect?'' "I suspect that man Dye. Isn't it somewhat remarkable that he disappeared from the house in Flood street the very same day that this crime was committed on the cliff road?" 'It is worth noting at least. What do the police think?" "I have not employed the police at all in this matter. I do not propose to as long as it is possible to get along without them."

"mat is Very toonsn oi yon. suppose this man Dye should return'' "I have fixed that with the landlord. I shall know it in half an hour." "Good!" exclaimed Lamar. "But I am afraid he won't." "So am I," said Maxey. Lamar looked out of the window at the vast white sheet of ice beneath which tho t-ido flowed on unseen. After a little lie turned again, put his hand on his friend's shoulder and said gravely: "Maxey, wo must cause tho newspapers to lie for us. We must give it out that tho girl is dead that, the operation killed her. If thero is anything in this beyond a vulgar waysido robbery, we must put tho rascals off their guard by making tliem feel at their ease." "Eustace, what are you thinking of? Your reputation" 'My reputation!'' interrupted Lamar, with a momentary bitterness. "Well," he went on in a more guarded tone, "that will tako care of itself. My part in this matter will bo known well enough when the timo comes. I am not dependent on the newspapers. However, I am not sure that my idea is not a wild one. Can this be done?" "Yes. I think so. The manager of The Herald is a friend of mine. He will print it, and everybody will copy it'"

"The eooner you see hfm, then, the tetter." "I will see him at once,'' said Maxey.

(TO BE CONTINTED.)

KUKAL ItOAD.

Wood choppers are busy. Many thanks for the prize. George Hears butchered the first of the week.

George Hugelheim returned to Fairland Monday. Ezba Armstrong is making a special run on underwear.

Williams & Golliday -couldn't master the carpenter's square. Frank Sanford has a Nancy Hanks mustang for sale or trade.

Rice Kennedy is working for Mort Linn on the Brown extension. Protracted meeting at the Christian church has closed with one addition.

Lee Finch, W. O. Johnson and W. G. McClure are each laid up with a wounded foot.

Sherman Vanscoyoc and Curtis Edwards were at Sunday school Sunday afternoon.

Owing to the bad weather the oyster supper at Kingsley's was not very largely attended.

Rev. Fox, of Ladoga, assisted by Evangelist Aikman, will begin a series of meetings at Union Monday night.

Hello Orth! The Mace boys object to being styled Coxeyites and at least two of them will travel your roads no more.

During the next year Rev. Weatlierford will preach once aomonth at each of the following places: Providence, Ward, Smartsburg and Mace.

Armstrong Bros.' cash sales for the past year were $9,S00. This is not so bad for a country store. J. B. Linn follows $2,200 sales.

Chas. Edwards, who has been the guest of his uncle Curt for thepast two weeks, has gone home. He was very popular among the young people as is also his esteemed uncle.

Last Sunday at the home of Mrs. Armstrong there was an impromptu reunion of the Hunt family. Those present were John, George, Charl«K. Walter, Otis, Myrtle, Etta, Ida and Minta Hunt.

The basket supper and New Year watch was a success, notwithstanding the selfishness of some of those who should have been interested. The Reading Circle work is one that should be encouraged, and we have no doubt but that all of those who did not take part will enjoy the results of the above supper as much if not more than the most hearty worker.

SWAMP COLLEGE,

School commenced Monday morning. James Glover is loading his shells for a hunt.

Frank Bilbo visited Henry Evans Christmas. Aunt America Galey isin poor health at this writing.

James Glover spent Sunday evening at Adam Hester's. Harry Galey is trapping this winter with good success.

Adam Hester is ditching for Aaron Graham this week. Fred Shrader and wife spent Christmas at Veedersburg.

Sam Grimes is in the fruit tree business for an Ohio firm. Miss Milly Bilbo was the guest of Hezekiah Evans Tuesday.

Dr. Bilbo has one of the smartest horses anybody ever saw. The correspondent ate Christmas dinner with Hezekiah Evans.

George Grimes and family visited at Bill Richard's Christmas day. James Evans and wife eat Christmas dinner at Ladoga with Mace Summers.

A. W. Shrader has purchased a new lantern to light his pathway of evenings.

Lewis Ellis has gone for an extensive visit near Columbus, 0., among his relatives.

The Christmas wheel at Russellville was pretty, but there were not manv presents on it.

The pie supper at Bob Williams' was a success, there being forty pies represented. It was not a very good time for pies either.

Mr. Vice died Dec. 27, 1894, leaving a wife and six little children to mourn. He was a good father and a Christian. The K. of P. had charge of the funeral and interment was at Hebron cemetery. The family has the sympathy of the community and are very thankful to the neighbors and friends for their help during the sickness of Mr. Vice.

WHITE CHUKCH.

Another wedding soon. Ira Fisher has sore throat. Fannie Harmeson is getting better. George Cook went to Cravvfordsville Tuesday.

Marlin Campbell visited his son, Charley, Sunday.

The Christmas tree at Center school house was a success. Will Peterson and Bert Dunbar were at the county seat Monday.

Henry Rettinger, of Js'ew Ross, visited his brother, John, last Thursday. Eli Horner and wife and Ben Shell and wife Suiulayed with John Rettinger.

Tom Dunbar and wife and Lonnie and Johnnie Rettinger were at Crawfordsville Wednesday.

Frank Waugh and Nora Stuckey were quietly married at the home of the bride's parents Wednesday cyening.

I. M. Gibson arrived Saturday to continue his work. The sermons are quite impressive, the attendance is large and a great interest is manifested. We hope the good work may go on.

SHANKONDALE.

Miss May Shannon is on the sick list. Johnson Bros, are remodeling their saw mill.

Fred McCallister is home from Wabash on a lay off. School commenced Monday with an increased attendance.

L. G. Jones, of Indianapolis, spent holidays with home folks. Grandma Hopper has moved to the property vacated by Geo. Horn.

Geo. A. Jackson spent holidays in Indianapolis on business and pleasure. Iioscoe Clark, the Shannondale florist, has a lily 18 years old. Who can beat it?

Bert Darnell, of Raccoon, and Miss Ethel Fraley, of Waveland, spent Christmas with Miss May Camden.

Frank Lafollette shipped a fine carload of hogs of his own raising to Indianapolis on New Years' day.

Bethel Sunday school elected the following officers Sunday to serve one year: Superintendent, Val Riggins Ass't. Supts., Mrs. Line Rutledge and John Stone Secretary, Bertha Jewel Organist, Miss Carrie Shaver.

Shannondale K. of P. elected the following officers for the ensuing term: Thos. P. Bruce. C. C. Jas. A. Hopper, V. C. W. E. Slavens, K. of R. and S F. M. I-Lafollette, M. of F. J. D. Endicott, M. of E. W. G. McDowell, Prelate Virgil Caldwell, M. at A., and Jos. W. Shave, M. of W.

From the telephone office: Slow Christmas F. M. Lafollette's tin bucket C. C. Burroughs beat home folks out of a Chistmas dinner: Ernest Camden is better Geo. Hunter is up and around Joe Miller's muzzle is lost Eva Burroughs is home from Oxford Torn Young wants a miller Joe Ragsdale belongs to the brigade Homer Miller is looking for luck Jack Camden will change his name to Miles, and all resolve again.

MT. PLEASANT.

Albert Gray butchered his hogs Monday. Claud Petleyj was at Crawfordsville Saturday.

Wm. Gray and Eve spent New Year at Albert Gray's. Claud Pefley and Bert Call visited at Joe Ronk's Saturday night.

John Rettinger, Sr., of near White Church, was in this vicinity Monday. Lulu Call and Nellie Ronk were the guests of Ludia Ronk Saturday night and Sunday.

Jesse Beeson and family, of near Salem, spent a part of last week visiting at Mrs. B.'s mother's, Mrs. Dodson.

Nathan Call, of Bainbridge, and yde Shackelford, of Ladoga, visited at Charley Call's on Thursday night of last week.

The school at No. 1 has purchased a new clock with part of the proceeds of the box supper and the remainder was spent for Reading Circle books.

A debating club has been organized at Fountain school house that meets every Wednesday night and seems to be growing quite interesting. 1

PKOVIDENCE,

Wm. Swisher went to Shannondale Sunday. Rob Ferguson went to New Ross Monday.

The party at Frank Bowman's was a grand success. Henry Bowman and family visited 01 Bowman Sunday.

Miss Georgia Bowman has returned home from Lebanon. Mr. Chrisler is getting along nicely with his school at No. 10.

Ben Wise and Graham are cutting cord wood for John Bowman. Willie Cockrel, of Indianapolis, is visiting friends in this vicinity.

Bob Ferguson and family visited liis father in Boone county Friday night. A number of our young people attended church at Shannondale Sunday night.

John Cavit and wife, of Illinois, were guests of Graut Davis and wife during holidays.

Jackson Stoner, who has been in very poor health for the past year, is no better at this writing.

The Christmas wind mill at Sliarnondale was a grand success. It was loaded with many valuable presents.

Miss Grace Bowman can always tell what kind of weather we are going to have by a certain prophet.

Herbert Airhart and Frank Beck are the most liberal boys in the county. They furnished the toys for the Christmas tree.

NEW ltOSS.

Miss Emma Leek is visiting at Indianapolis. Marion Loop has returned to Butler University.

C. O. Vanhorn spent the week with friends here. J. S. Neal will sell fruit trees for a Chicago firm.

Mrs. James Cline is visiting a daughter at Tipton. A fine supply of ice is being taken from the creek.

Miss Ethal Edwards is the guest of Mrs. R. F. King. Grant Smith and wife, of Advance, are visiting here.

The new K. P. officers were installed on Friday night. Mrs. C. O. Routh returned to Indianapolis on Monday.

Schools re-opened on Monday for a term of ten weeks.

J. H. Routh transacted ^business at Ladoga on Monday. Guy Moore spent the holidays with friends near Ladoga.

Supt. Moore, of the Midland, was here on Wednesday. Miss Ethel Ronk returned Wendesday from Darlington.

A blind violinist held the boards at hall on Monday night. W. 11. Gott returned from the East on Wednesday evening.

Miss Martha Johnson returned to Black Creek on Monday. Miss Ellen Lafollette returned to Indianapolis on Tuesday.

Miss Mollie Johnson returned from Black Creek on Thursday. The schools dismissed Tuesday on account of New Year's Dav-

Dr. Branough and Will Evans spent Wednesday in Indianapolis. U. C. Stover, of Ladoga, was here on Wednesday on legal business.

There were four car loads of hogs shipped from here Thursday. Miss Kittie McCluref of Mace, spent the week with the Misses Connors.

The M. E. Sunday school will give the small children a lunch Sunday. Rev. Plunkett has been retained at the Christian church for next year.

Henry Ilulett and J. J. Darter, of Crawfordsville, were here Wednesday. J- D. Evans and wife have returned to Rising Sun after a week's visit here.

Miss Bertha McVey has returned to Peoria after a visit with parents here. The meetings at the Methodist church are still in progress. No additions.

Misses Allie McMahon and Fannie Watson returned from Crawfordsville on Monday.

Master Harry .Tessee accompanied Mrs. James Routh back to her home at Indianapolis.

Tom Brown goes down toCrawsordsville quite frequently. Think he stops on Franklin street.

Dan Callahan and a number of our young men have gone to Anderson to work on the Midland.

The friends and relatives of Mrs. C. 0. Routh, of Indianapolis, gave a supper on Wednesday night.

The New Ross orchestra went to Bainbridge Monday night to furnish music for a New Years ball.

Will we smoke the pipe according to the latest reports? Will we smoke at other people's expense? See!

John McCarty, of Mace, spent the holidays among friends here. He will soon carry the flag they say.

The M. E. Sunday school treated tlis smaller children Sunday. Bob Harris very ably acted as Santa Claus.

We regret that our items last week were mailed to late for publication. (The letter is printed this week on an inside page of the main sheet.)

ROSEKOWElt SPRING.

School began Wednesday. Everyone seems to have enjoyed theholidays.

Miss Laura Moneymaker has gone Pine-Village, Warren county, to visit her aunt, Miss Eva Kelsey.

Link Clark and family, of Maple Grove, and A. Kelsey ate turkey with. Samuel Peterson on New Year's day

Charles Wingert and wife were at Waynetown Tuesday aud Miss Etta Follick returned with them. She had spent the vacation with home folks.

Joe Keys' family have the sympathy of the community in their sad loss oif1 Mrs. Keys' sister, Mrs. Davis, of Ladoga, who was buried at Shiloh on Dec. 20.

Christmas day was enjoyed by Henry Davidson's family with Mr. and Mrs. Charles Himes. near Ladoga, by Charley Wingert and family at the homestead where the usual family reunion was enjoyed by Samuel Peterson and family at L. J. Clark's, near Maple Grove by Mac Tapp'a family at Joe Bradley's, and by Joe Bnsenburg at Crawfordsville.

After a short absence the corres^ pondent has returned, but will now bid all correspondent friends a kind adieu, as change of residence for some time prevents the pleasure of writing for this place in the columns of our worthy paper, THIS JOURNAL. It is a pleasant thought to know we are missed when we are gone and we thank the former inquiring friends for the interest they have manifested heretofore and hope that not only their journalistic careers but their life careers may be longer but none the less pleasant than oars lias been. We now resign our right of territory to our bachelor friend of "Dreamland."

SICK

Ben Williams before selling

your horses.

BOULUEK VALLEY.

Doc Thompson is sick again. Emery Imel is on the sick list. Andy Stone has traded for a nice little driving mare.

Satn Hunt and brother John, of Crawfordsville, attended church at Mace Sunday.

Sam Hunt and family ate turkey dinner with Sam Coulter and family on Christmas day.

Miss Melia Stone answered a rebus not long since and was the lucky winner of a nice gold watch.

Morris Lauthers spent the holidays at Ligonier with his sister., who is declining in health very rapidly.

A. J. Stone sold two of his horses last week to the Ladoga horse buyers. He received 880 for one and 830 for the other.

Guy Evans was seen at Linnsburg on9 day last week. Guy is making a man of himself since moving to Crawfordsville.

We think the Rural Road corres-. pondent in error for saying Z. E. K. E. was the guest of Boulder Valley scribe' last Sunday, as scribe was not at home/ but think we saw some indications of company where the apples were kept^.

I WILL be in the market for a car load'' of horses every week, beginning Jan. 1. 1895. BKN WILLIAMS.

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