Decatur Democrat, Volume 25, Number 18, Decatur, Adams County, 4 August 1881 — Page 1

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The Democrat. Official Paper of Adams County. IS. fCcajr William®* proprietor. Terms: One Dollar ami> Fifty Cents Per Year THE nEMMH'RAT'B AGFATH. a.fnMt nrr«i»ae«i<ints rau bAnude o forThe l>r»"Lit at eneh »*»«>«>■'<■ in t..« Count;, the iihuifi <>t whom « ill h’* kept *rnn«linis in cht We.!«t l>l*for the con veoleoee of our iuKerlboix. nn.ltruot tlier -11 l appreciate It. Snboerlbera can pat their aubaerlption, ..rant part thei eoi. or «»>. «om of money, to "or “lento, who will receipt tor the .ante, anti -1.0 alao will take the ■>■»"««“s'r»»* of new aubacribera. The lollowltiK are the name, ol naenla already appointed, and uur patron* al the Severn office, will do ■ tfrrat favor l»j re mil tin# to them a lit le iHone) ou Hubßcriptioui*? m < .W. HOCKER. inii\ O. HALE Geneva EUGENE “Arrow Owe Tl' BAILEY, ATT Y AT LAW J. P., dkcatvk, i:iuian*. Hill Practice iu Adams and adjoining Counties. Collections a specialty. v24n29tf S. HASTINGS, M. D. HOMO EOP A TH IST PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, DECATUR, INDIANA. All culls day or night promptly attended to. Office in Studabaker's building, first door south of Court House Square. .Vol. 25 No. 14. A. G HOLWWAY, M?D~ PHYSICIAN & SURGEON, DECATUB, INDIANA. Office in Houston’s Block, up-atairs. Will attend to ail professional calls promptly, night or day. Charges reasonable. Resl--dence on north side of Monroe street, 4th house east of Hart’s Mill. 25jy79tf K B. Ai44«on, Pres’t. W. 11. Niblick .Caabier. t>. Stvdabakf.b. Vice Pres’t. THE ADAMS COUNTY BANK, DECATUR, INDIANA, This Bank is now open for the transaction of a general bartking business. Wo buy and sell Town, Township and ■County Orders. 26jy79tf PETERSON & HUFFMAN, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, DECATUR,INDIANA. Will practice in Adams .and adjoining counties'. Especial attention given to collections and titles to real estate. Are Notaries Public and draw deeds and mortgages Real estate bought, sold and rented on reasonable terms. Office, rooms 1 and 2. I. O. <>. F. building. 25jy79tf FRANCE & KING. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, iircatfr.lndiana.

in" ■« -a o ms Terry, Huston, county, Ga., January 28, 1880. In 1873, there were two uegros confined in jail badly afflicted with Syphilis. In my official capacity I employed C. T. Swift to’cur' the?' r . under a contract “iioarre no pa?/, He administered his •‘Syphlitio Specific, and in a few weeks 1 felt bound In pay him out of the county treasury, as he had effected a compltU ami radical cure, A. S. Giles, Ord. Houston co,, Ga. Chattanooga, Tenn., Feb. 14,1879. The S. 8. 8. is giving good satisfaction. One gentleman who had been confined to his bed six weeks with Syphilitic Rheumatism has been cured entirely, and speaks in the highest praise of it. Chiles & Berry. THE.SWIFT SPECIFIC COMPANY, Proprietors, Atlanta, Ga. Sold by Dorwin & Holthouse. Call for a copy of “Young Men’s Friend.'’ no. 3. 3m. Notice to Lrt<ber«, Motlierw, Sisters, Brothers, Uncles, Aunts, and all Itelatives. Secure Certificates on your relative's lives in the PIONEER MUTUAL ASSOCIATION- of UNION CITY, INDIANA,—The cheapest Relief offered by any Association in the United States. Cirtificates given on all males and females that are of sane mind anti good health, from 20 to 85 years of age at the following low rates for a SI,OOO Certificate. $lO for $2,000; sls far $3,000 $25 for $5,000; or a total of sl6 to secure Certificates for $3,000 in the First Division ; SSO to secure Certificates for SIO,OOO in the Second Division; SSO to secure Certificates for SIO,OOO in the Third Division; ssote secure Certificates for SIO,OOO iu the Fourth Division; Yearly thereafter only $1 od each one thousand during life, with the following assessments in each class and divieion: At the death of a member, $1.25 on $1,000; $2 30 on $2,000; $3.35 on $3,000: and $5.50 ou $5,000. All males and females from 65 to 85 yean ot age, are respectfully requested to secure certtticates. Regular stock Insurance Companies do not insure over 65 years Therefore, as this is your only chance for relief we advise you to accept this great osier at. once, as it is dangerous to delay. Remember, you have no risk to become a member of this association, as its officers have each given bond to the amount of leu thousand dollars for the faithful performance of their duties. Call on or address Usance & King, Agents, 4ni6. Decatur, Ind. (Jray’i. Specific Medicine. TRADE MARK Inc Gbbat trade mark 18, English Remedy an unfail- ML ing cure lor t /ILjjpr Bemin»l weak neas, torrhea.lmpoteneyjsnd nI: MfJRE TAIIIB. follow as * coneeqnence of • Self-»huee; ss loss of memory, Universal Laesituffr, Fain in the B&elt, Dimness of Vision, Fremnure >3l'l Age, and many other disee.es thit levl to Insanity, Consumption sad a premature grare. MS’-Full perticnlers tn ear pamphlet, which we lestre to tend free by mail to e». ery one The bpecihe Medieine Is sold by all drugg e‘s »» ?! per plcksge. r>r A po. a age* sorer will be sect free by mail or receipt of the money by addteering TH!. GRAY MEDICINE CO., No. lOfi Main street, Barreto, N. Y. For sale by Dcrwin ft Rc’.the ;lc.

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FLAX STRAW. How to cut it. How to cure it. To farmers of Adams and adjoining conties, who desire to harvest their Flax crop to lhe best advantage, I will offer the following advice Cut yonr Flax earlier than you have been accustomed to. Have no fear about your seed not being ripe. It will matura to better advantage after it is cut than if it was growing. Use a mowing machine cut close to the ground; let it lay for two or three weeks. It will not mould or; sprout while laying in thia condition more than if it was standing iu lhe ground. When your seed has matured and you wish to take up your flax to house, stack or lake off lhe seed, use a horse rake, in the early part of the day when the dew is on. Rake up about as much as you can take care of the balance of the day. If you wish to take the seed off, clean a piece of ground about twenty feet square, near your flax field. Commence tramping or rolling about 10 a. m. and you'll get off your seed as fast as one team can haul it from the field. Stack your straw neatly. While your horses tramping, if you arc going tv have a rain storm, cover your seed heavy with tramped straw. Do not tue a threshing machine to take off the seed. 1 buy unwillingly lots of flax seed, at $4 and $u per ton. Dark colored or swathrotted, and green straw that is spread out to rot, will be the most desirable and bring the highest price. The curing or rotting can be done on the farm. It will not cost in labor over fifty cents per ton and will be worth $2 per ton more than unrotted when brought to the factory. Price from $3 to $6 per ton. I will not buy wet straw nor weeds. All information in regard to curing and rotting flax straw will be given at the fatory. Farmers having last year's crop willfind market for it at the factory. THOMAS F. MYLOTT, Prop'r. Decatar, June 30. 4w

DlMolatlon of Co-Partnership. By mutual agreement we the undersigned have this day dissolved partnership. All parties knowing themselves indebted to us will please call at the Treasurer’s office and settle by cash or note. Thanking our friends who have | in the past favored us with their patronage, we remain yours very truly. Comtek & Holthouse. Decatur, June 13, 1881. New Firm. The undersigned having this day formed a co-partnership in the boot and I shoe trade respectfully invite the lead- ■; ing public to call and examine their large and varied stock. Good goods at I the lowest living prices will be their 1 motto. Voglewede <t Comtek. Decatur, Ind., June 13, 1881. To the Public. Having this day formed a co-part-ner ship to be known as Voglewede and Conter, I request all parties knowing themselves indebted to me to call and settle by cash or note. Thanking my friends for past patronage and soliciting your favors in the future, I remain yours, J. 11. Voglewede. Piles, Rectal Ulcers, Fissure, Polypus, Fistula Cured! No Cutting, No Ligating, No Pain. By Dr. A. B. Jamison who is permanently located in Decatur. Rooms third and fourth doors in Odd Follows building. Pubs, No Cube, No Pay. The worst cases cured without Knife, Clamp, Scissors, Heated Iron, etc. Without application of Acids, or injection of Acids that will produce Pain, Misery or Danger. In the majority of cases the treatment is Painless and go about your work immediatelyjafter treatment. 1 guabantbb the cube or picks every time, and if I fail will return every cent paid and make you a present of One Hunnaxn Dollabs. I UIcBBATIOS of TUB BECTUM. A FEARFUL MALADY. It is often mistaken for a “Bad case of piles.” .Many times, Womb, Kidney, Liver, Heart, Stomach, and Nervous troubles. If Ulceration is the cause of your poor health it will cost yon nothing to know it. I Consultation free to all. What is the cause of your poor health. General debHity, Despondency, wrinkled face, complexion ash-color, torpid liver, Dyspepsia, poor ! memory, nervous prostration, inability to ; labor, constipation or cosliveness, hard and slow movements of the bowels, pain in abdomeu, numbness aching, soreness in legs and ever the body, weak and aching back, itching, smarting and burning in rectum at times, occasionally diarrhoea, bleeding and a little protrusion. Some or many of these few symptoms mentioned, may be present, if eo, you, may be sure an enemy to health is with you. Write or send for circulars that you may get some idea of the misery Rectal troubles can cause. I can uatne many of my patients except those who requested me'not toand when you have talked with them you will then say i I have at no time half told the misery I caused by ulceration,.Files,Fistulas, etc. Office third and fourth doors in Odd Fellows Building, Decatur, Adamj county, Indiana. A. B. JAMISON, M. Vol. 25 No. 14 ts.

TO NON-RESIDENTS. The state of Indiana, Adams County, Sa. Iu the Adams Circuit Court, September term, 1881. Martha A. Walters j vs. ! > No. 1,529, divorce. William M. Walters J It appearing from affidavit, filed in :he above entitled cause, that William M. Walters, the above named defendant, is a non-resident of the State of Indiana. Notice is therefore hereby given the said William M. Walters that he be and appear before the Hon. Judge of the Adams Circuit Court, on the first day cf the next regular tertn thereof, to be hoiden at the court house in the town of Decatur, commencing on Monday, the 26th of September, 1881, and plead by answer or demur to said complaint; or the same will be heard and determined in hia absence. Witness my nama, and seal of said court hereto affixed, t hie 28th day of June, 1881. N. BLACKBUEN, Clerk. Juno 30,1881.--3 w.

LINK BY LINK. The Story of a Mystery. The shower was ended. A brisk breeze was rapidly tearing away the gray clouds from the face of the J une sky, and the sun shone down with renewed fervor. ‘As hot as twas before the rain!’ exclaimed Mrs. Curtis as she opened her parasol, and leisurely stepped from the Heywood dry goods store in which she had half an hour before, taken shelter from the storm. ‘Yes, it is ma’am,’ said Mr. Brown, the proprietor, handing her the bundles she had bought from him, and he added: ‘You’ll have a hot walk under this brilin’-hot sun. Better run in to our bouse and stay to tea. You hain t seed the twins. Smartest little critters ever was. Mrs- Brown’s getting on finely, and will be glad to see you.’ ‘Thanks; I’d like to, but I must hurry home and can my currants. Besides, I wouldn’t undertake that long walk through the pine wood after dark for anything in the world. It s glorious enough in the daytime. Give my respects to your wife; tell her I'll drop in soon and see her and the babies. Good-day.’ ‘Good-day,’ said Brown, and he added, as h« saw Mrs. Curtis hurrying down the street. ‘Queer critter!’

Y’es, by all the inhabitants of Heywood Mrs. Curtis was called peculiar. She was upwards of fifty years, tall and* erect, with iron-gray hair, ruddy cheeks, and keen, dark eyes. And, decidedly, she was a person that minded her own business. She had lived in Heywood for five years, yet in all that time not a single person had been able to glean any information concerning her past life. All that could be ascertained was that she was a widow, childless, and with a little property, consisting of a little cottage surrounded by a few acres of land, and with a few hundred dollars in the Hoywood bank. Meanwhile, Mr. Bwron returned to ■ his counter to wait on a customer, and Mrs. Curtis pursued her journey homeward. For some distance her road led | along the dusty highway, then she , turned into a little footpath through I the daisy-dotted meadow, then across the creek bridge, until presently she came to the dense pine woods whose shade was very pleasing to her. ****** About two miles from the village of Heywood, and on the banks of Brair Creek, dwelt Peter Groat. He was a German, who, with his family, had lately come to America, and in the previous autumn had bought a few acres of land bordering the creek. Here he had erected a small, but comfortable house, and was, to all appearance, an honest, hard-working man. The only thing that could be said against him by a few grumblers was that he was too ‘close,’ clinging tightly to his hard earned pennies, and ever on the lookout for more. But this certainly was excusable when it was known that he had a mortgage on his farm, which togother with a rapidly increasing family, was enough to make any man greedy of gain. It was evening of the day on which our story began. Peter, surrounded by his wife and children, sat smoking his pipe on a small grass plot in front of the house.

The supper had been eaten, the cows milked, the pigs fed, the chickens housed from thievish rats, and all the family, young and old, felt entitled to a season of rest. Hans and Fritz were turning summersaults on the soft grass; Gretchen, a flaxen-haired lassie, was feeding a pet robin; Franz, the six months baby, was, cuddled up in his mothers breast, contentedly smacking his lips over his evening meal. The sun went down, the shadows deepened. The clock iu the distant village struck the hour of eight. Peter Groat arose, shook the ashes from his pipe, and said: ‘Come, kinder, it is late. The dew is falling, and let's to bed.’ ‘Vater! vater!’ suddenly cried Haus and Fritz, running up from the gate, •there is a man coming in our yard—a stranger!' Peter slowly sauntered down to meet the new comer. He was an elderly man, with a tanned and ruggid face, sandy hair sprinkled with gray, and dark, deep-set eyes, somewhat inflamed. His clothes were of good materia], although worn and dusty with travel. In his hand he carried a large satchel. ‘Good evening,' he said courteously. ‘Evening to you sir,’ replied Peter Groat. 'l’m a peddler,' said the man, speakI ing in German. ‘I have sold nearly all my goods, and am on my way back to New York. I got left by the train, and undertook to walk to the next station. I lost my way, and find I must get lodging for the night. Can you ! help me?’

DECATUR, ADAMS COUNTY, INDIANA, AUGUST 4, 1881.

‘The good book commands us to show hospitality,', said Peter. ‘And although we are not rich, we never yet turned away a benighted traveler. So, come in and my frou shall get you something to eat.’ The table was soon spread with a neat, white cloth, upon which was placed a platter of cold boild meat, garnished well with vegetables, then a plate of white bread, a roll of butter, a dish of shining ‘blackberries, and a plate of spicy ginger cookies. ‘I feel too dirty to sit down to a decent table,' said the traveler with a smile. ‘May I trouble yeu for a basin of water?’ It was brought, he took off his coat, preparatory to washing his face and hands. Gretchen who stood beside him with a fresh towl in her hands uttered a slight scream. ‘Blood!’ she cried. ‘There's blood on your sleeves!’ The basin of water fell from the stranger's hands. His face shone white through the glistening drops of water he had dashed upon it. Then, with an effort he said carelessly; ‘Ah, yes; those rocks by the creek made quite a gash in my shoulder. You see,’ blandly explaining, ‘while I was lost, I thought I’d try and cross the creek. It was getting dark and when I reached the other side I found it so rocky that I could scarcely climb up. I got half way when a sudden mis-step made me fall. A sharp piece of roek pierced my shoulder, and, indeed, it has caused me considerable pain. ‘Ach, too bad!’ said Frau Groat. ‘I have a soothing lotion, which you may put on before you go to bed.’ ‘Thanks. And I’ll go to bed right after I’ve had my supper, if you please, for I'm very tired. Besides, I will have to rise early in the morning, so that I may take the first train.’ The next morning the whole family was up in time to see their guest depart. He partook with good appetite es Frau Groat’s breakfast of ham and eggs; he listened quietly and with seeming reverence to his host as he read a chapter from the old, black, German Bible, and offered up the usual morning prayer. Then, just as he was ready to start, he inquired what he should pay for his board and lodging. ‘Oh, notings—notings! You are welcome to the bed and bite,’ said Groat, heartily. ‘You are very kind,’ said the stranger, but I feel that I ought to repay you in some way. See here’—opening his satchel—‘if you will not let me give money, pray do me the kindness of accepting these little tokens of gratitude. Here, Frau Groat, are two pair of stockings that will fit your busy feet, and here, Gretchen, is a bran new piece of calico, more than enough to make you a dress. They are the only things I did not sell, and I don't care to lug them home again.’ The two women accepted his gifts with much pleasure, and. with mutual expressions of good luck, the traveler and his kind entertainers parted. The former wore a blue checked shirt of Peter Groat’s. He left his own behind him, telling Frau Groat that she might keep it in exchange for the one she had given him. As the stranger's shirt was of excellent material, with linen bosom and cuffs, the worthy dame thought she had made a good bargain.

William Greyson, a farmer in the vicinity of Heywood, missed one of his cows that Friday night, and early on the following morning set out to make search for her. He hunted through the meadow lands, followed the course of the creek quite away, and finally entered the pine woods. When about half way through, a brown object lying on the grass a little distance from him, attracted his attention. He went to it. It was a large piece of wrapping paper, and a long bit of twine was lying beside it. The paper was damp with dew, and as Greyson carelessly turned it over in his hand, he observed some red spots on it. lie examined them more closely. They were the bloody prints of a thumb and fingers. He looked around him keenly. He soon noticed that the bank of ferns bordering the path, was in one place crushed and He followed these marks, and they led him to the most dense and most unfrequented part of the woods, and there, in a hollow, almost covered with underbrush, lay the body of a woman. It was Mrs. Curtis, lying stark, with a bloody gash across her throat. Two hours later, a party of men was hunting the leafy labyrinths of the pine woods. They were endeavoring to fin-1 the trail of the murderer. An hour passed, and they bad met with no success. Some of them had gathered together for the purpose of consultation, when suddenly a cry one of their companions, who was a littledistance from them, attracted their attention.

‘See what I have found!’ he cried, holding up a spool of thread. It was dirty and dingy, and wet with dew, but Mr. Brown, the merchant, who was with the party, recognized it at once, and said: ‘lt’s one of the spools poor Mrs. Curtis bought of me yesterday. It's pink you see. She was real particular about the color. She was piecing a chair cushion, and wanted the right shade. Now, it is evident that the villain who murdered her took this route through the woods. See how the ferns are crushed this way. Hurry we’ve got a clew now!’ The trail led them out of the woods into the meadow that opened right into the yard of Peter Groat. They were going round to the back door to knock, and ask if the inmates had seen a stranger lurking around the premises, when Mr. Brown chanced to look in the window. A look of extreme Consternation overspread his ruddy face. ‘My God!’ he cried, see there!’ All turned and looked in at the window. The room was.unoccupied. The clock of ticked cheerfully in one corner. A cat was cosily curled upon a chair-cushion, purring contentedly. But on the table, in the centre of the room, lay two pairs of stockings, and near them, half-unrolled, was a dresspattern of lilac calico. “That calico!" said Mr. Brown, impressively, “that calico is the identical piece I sold Mrs. Curtis, yesterday afternoon. I should know it anywhere. It's peculiar, you see, a bunch of white lilaces on a purple ground. It was all I had. Besides, I should know the piece because on one end there is about half a yard imperfectly printed, which has holes in it, too. I remember I let Mrs. Curtis have it cheaper, on that account. Now. Peter Groat knows where the murderer is, or—solemnly and slowly — he did the deed himself!”

The party of men went silently aud soberly to the back door, and here they were horrified in finding fresh evidence—Frau Groat was engaged in washing a blood stained shirt! They sternly asked her to whom it belonged, but the poor woman, who could not speak English, could only look at them in a frightened way. Her husband now came in from the garden, and him they sternly interrogated, while some of the more impetuous boldly accused him of the murder of the unfortunate Mrs. Curtis. His frightened face, his confusion, his incoherent utterances, his trembling denials were only so much against him. Besides, he knew scarcely any more English than his wife did, and later, when calm, his story of the traveler who had stopped at his house, was receieved with disbelief and derision. Poor, friendless, and a stranger, things looked very dark against him. Weeks passed, his trial came; he was sentenced to be hanged. ♦ #*♦*#***♦»* Rev. Mr. Marshall, rector of St. John's Church, Brookdale, a village some two hundred miles distant from Heywood, was in his study, one September morning, in the year 1878. He was suffering from an attack of influenza which he had taken the night before, while on a visit to a sick prisoner. Consequently complying with his wife’s request that he should do no studying or writing. Mr. Marshall was lazily tretched on a lounge in front of a cheery fire. His eight years’ old son. Tom, was in the room, every now and then running up to his father, with some request. At last one was: “Papa, it’s Saturday; how shall I spend the day? Wish I had a kite. Do you know how to make one, papa?” “I used to, Tom. I don’t know whether I have forgotten or not. Give me the newspaper on the table, please, and the scissors. Then run out in the wood shed and get some of those sticks on the shelf, also a hammer and some small nails. Stay, don't be in such a hurry; ask Hannah to make a little flour paste.” Tom hurried away, and while waiting for him to return, his father glanced over the columns of the newspaper he was cutting. It was one that his friend, Mr. Brown, of Heywood, had sent him. His eyes chanced to fall upon these words: “The German, Peter Groat, who murdered Mrs. Curtis, has been sentenced to be hung on the second Friay in next month. Groat, though as stranger, was supposed to be a respectable man, and one not at all capable of perpetrating such a crime. But the evidences of his guilt are conclusive. The morning after the murder bis wife was found washing a bloody shirt, alsoaknife stained with blood was found hidden near a woodpile. Besides, goods belonging to the murdered woman. were found in Groat's house. The 1 donly thing missing is a curious old snvff-box, of some black wood, quaintly carved in the shape of a toad. Her name. Repsibah Curtis, is engraved on i

the inside. But without this the evidence is strong enough to hang him. ‘Poor fellow!’ murmered Mr. Marshall. as he laid down the paper. ‘lt makes one dread to read the news — one comes across so many horrors.' ‘Papa! papa! you needn't mind about the kite now.’ cried Tom, rushing in with shining eyes. ‘Uncle George just called me over to his house—-he is going fishing and says he will take me along. May I go?’ ‘lf mama is willing.’ ‘She is; I asked her. And Iv’e been digging grubs aud fish worms—for bait you know. But see what a nice bait box I've got.' ‘An old snuff-box. Where did you get it?’ ‘Myron Mason gave it to me. ‘Who is Myron Mason?' ‘Oh, a new man Uncle Georga got to work for him in the garden. He’s gathering the pears and trenching *the celery. Myron was a tramp who came along, but he is real nice. The box i? nice, too. See what a funny shape it is!’ ‘A toad! Quick! Let me see, Tom!” Mr. Marshall had not closely examined the box until now, and it was with trembling fingers that he opened it. ‘Hepsibah Curtis,’ was the nam« on the inner cover! Mr. Marshall’s face was white, but his voice was calm, as he said: ‘Tom. just run over and tell your Uncle George to come over here a few minutes—l want to talk with him on a little business. ****** ****** Three days later, Myron Mason, aZias Jasper Armand, was arrested for the murder of Mrs. Curtis. He made no resistance; he told no falsehoods; he simply confessed the whole affair, stating that he had murdered the woman out of revenge. Ten years before the two had lived together in the same town. He had always been wild and dissolute, but had been the betrothed of Mrs. Curtis’ sister, a gentle and lovely woman. Mrs. Curtis bad opposed the match, knowing that it would cause her sister a life of misery. Also finding that Armand belonged to a gang of counterfeiters, she promptgave evidence against him. He was condemmed to ten years imprisonment. This he bore patiently, mentally vowing that, when released, he would at once wreak vcngance on the woman who had "foiled his plans and blighted his life. When the time had expired, and the prison doors opened to let him pass out, he found that the woman ho loved was dead, and that the woman he hated was living in Heywood. Thither he went. He had seen Mrs. Curtis go to town, and had concealed himself in the woods to await her return. Ho did not take the articles she carried merely foi the sake of robbery, but to have suspicion point its fingers at some other party. At the conclusion of his confession, he said that he had no desire of concealing it any longer. His life was made wretched by the horrible crime he had committed, and death and exposure were not at all unwelcome. The next day after his confinement in the jail, he was found dead in his cell. He had ended his life by poison.

As for Peter Groat, he was at once released, and all the inhabitants of Heywood strove to express their regret and regard for him, but to these, Peter sadly shook his head, saying: He did not care to live in a blace where de peoplejwas so ready to believe him a pad man! So he sold his little home, packed his goods, and with his wife and children, moved to the far West, where it is to be hoped, in spite of sweet charity’s sake, he is more careful in entertaining benighted travelers. Thanks.—Thos. Howard, Brad ford, Pa., writes: “I enclose money for Spring Blossom, as I said I would if it cured me; my dyspepsia has vanished with all its symptoms. Many thanks; I shall never be without it in the house. ’ Price 50 cents, trial bottles 10 cents. A Signal Victory.—The value of electricity as a remedial agent has gained a signal victory over predjudice. Thomas' Eclectric Oil stands foremost in this class of compounds. Testimonial* from all parts tell of the wondrous cures of rheumatism, neuralgia, hurts, and sores, etc., effected by its agency. Physical Suffering.—No one can realize, except by personal experience, the anguish of mind and body endured by sufferers from dyspepsia, indiges tion constipation, and other diseases of ; the stomach, Burdock Blood Bitters are. a positive cure for this direst of all , diseases. Price SI.OO, trial size 10 i cents. *————- Mr. Albert Andersot, York street Buffalo, fell down stairs and severely bruised his knee. A few applications of Dr. Thomas’ Eclectrie Oil entirely cured him.

Uncle Esek’s Wisdom. Making apologies is mean business, t but the necessity of making them is _ meaner. He who works and waits wins. t Common sense is the gift of Heav--1 en, enough of it is genius. t Ceremonies and bills of iare seem to be necessary. Many people would e not know how to act without the one nor what to eat without the other. The ambitions and vanities of an old man arc too weak and ridiculous to be t dangerous. The time spent in reading books that do not make us think is worse than useless. One good book however is food for a lifetime. If there were no listeners there would be no flatterers. 3 If contentment is happiness it is a better to be contented with a good deal 3 than with a little. e The man who has no foolishness in j his nature probably has something t worse in its place. We owe one-half of our success in ’ this world to some circumstance, xnd - the other half to taking that circum--1 stance on the wing. Crime is the outgrowth of vice; to 1 stop the former you must weed out the latter. 1 A cunning man is often shrewd but seldom wise. He sets so many traps r for others that he generally gets into r some of them himself. 1 Good breeding is sp natural and easy that it can be taken for mere simplici- ‘ ‘yThere is a kind of honesty that is r nothing but fear, and a sort of patience which is nothing but laziness. o ’ Coquetry is more natural to women e than prudery. A woman seldom outlives all of her coquetry, and never be1 comes prude until she is obliged to.— - Scribners bric-a-brac. s ■ — —— • a Before and during the Beecher scandal, the name Woodhull, figured, to some extent, iu the purlieus of corrupt s literature aud debasing journalism in t this country. Guided by an insane de- - sire for notoriety and an inordinate ] aversion to every sort of restraint, this female bravado, through her womansuffrage paper, gave expressions to sentiments so impure and so contrary . to civilized usage, as to fix the brand , of social ostracism upon her. Eschew- ’ ing the intervention of Priest and Mag ” istrate, she lived for years with a man i by the name of Blood. A daughter s was the product of that temporary union, aud they named her Gertrude. Woodhull with her daughter, left the L country and the accommodating Blood, 4 about the close of the Beecher trial 1 and made their home in London. It . is now rumored that Gertrude Blood who is said to be beautiful and accom- ' plished, is to be married to Lord 0 Colin Campbell, son of the Duke of o Argyle, brother of the Marquis of 1 Lome, and brother-in-law of the Princess Louisa, who are expected to be present at the wedding, which is to e take place next week. This is, per- ' Laps, nearer the throne of England - than any fair daughter of Columbia . has ever yet approached. Blood will e tell. American women are said to be quite faciuating to the sprigs of nobil2 ity, beyond the seas, and are rapidly i winning them from the social exclusive- !- ness which has hedged them about for centuries. Who can tell how long it , will be before a prince of the roy.'l 1 blood will ascend the throne with a f recognized queen from our own repub lican shore?— Peru Sentinel.

Type Work on a Newspaper. The Poughkeepsie Eagle, in an article on "How Mistakes Happen in Newspapers,” figures up the number of type used in a newspaper the size of the Eagle at 000,000—-that is the actual number of bits of metal arranged every week, in preparing a newspaper of that size for the press. We suppose few people think of the printing trade as one of the most exact and particular of handicrafts; but it is. In making type, variations that might be allowed in the finest of machinery would render type useless. It is very rarely that type furnished by two seperate foundries can be used together without a great deal of trouble, though they try to make it after the same standard. We read once in a while of a wonderful piece of cabinet work or mosiac work, containing ten, twenty or fifty thousand pieces of cabinet work or mosiac work, the maker of which has spent months, or even years of labor in pro- j ducing it, and the people go to see it ; as a curiosity: but the most elaborate j I and carefully fitted piece of work of i this kind ever made does not compare j with that which the printer does every i day for minuteness of detail and aecu- ■ racy of fitting. The man who does , the first is'looked upon as a marvil of skill, and if a hundred of his pieces are put in wrong side up or turned around it is not noticed in the general j effect, but the printer in fitting ten I times as many pieces together in a ! single day puts one where anniher should be, or turns one the wrong way, j every body secs it and is amazed at the “stupid carelessness of those printers.'

Gems of Thought. Reaction is the law of life. The unfortunate are always egotistical. Hope is a dream of those who are awake. Obligation is thraldom and thraldom is hateful. Friendship is woven last by interwoven benefits. Those who have known real grief seldom seem sad. The failure of one man is the opportunity of another. What all men should avoid is the ‘‘shabby genteel.’ If there is anyfh'ttg better than to be loved it is loving. Desperation N sometimes as powerful an inspirer as genius. Moral courage is the rarest of qualities and often maligned. It’s easy to find reasons why other people should be patient. What appears to be calamities arc often the sources of fortune. Doing good is the only certainly happy action ol a mans life. The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history. Ambition hath but two steps; the lowest, blood: the highest, envy. Many have lived for a pedestal, who will never have a statue when dead. Anger often causes us to condemn in one what we approve of in another. It is not. sufficient for desires to be good; it is necessary that they be regulated. The happiness or unhappiness of age is often nothing but the extract of a past life. No cord or cable can biud so fast as love can with a single thread. Men are guided less by conscious than by glory: yet the shortest way to glory is to be guided by conscious. The prejudices of men and their failure to understand each other, arc the principal causes of their bitterness aud ill temper. Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges. We let our blessings get mouldy and then call them curses. Conquer thyself. Till thou has done that thou art a slave; for it is as well to be in subjection to another's appetite as thy own. Sensibility would be a good portress if she had but one hand. With her right hand she opens the door to pleasure, but with her left to pain. “Better be alone than in bad company.” True: but, unfortunately, manv persons are never in so bad company as when they are alone. Wealth in this world is just so much baggage to be taken care of,'but a cultivated brain is easy to.carry, and is a never failing source of profit and pleas ure. Life is so complicated a game that the devices of skill are liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the decent of thistle down. Government cannot make a law: it can only pronounce that which was the law before its organization; namely, the moral result of the imperishable relation of things. Round dealing is the honor of a man's nature, and a mixture of falsehood is like allow in gold and silver, may make the metal work the better, but it embaseth it.

Dangers ol Dust. Dr. Leidy, of Philadelphia, believes that the dust of our cities is a serious source of disease. When we reflect,” he says, "that this is the dried and pulverized dirt and filth of our streets, de rived from all kinds of refuse matter, its dangerous qualities may be suspected, if they are not clearly obvious. Conveyed by the winds, it is diffused everywhere, and settles upon our adheres to everything. We inhale it. drink it and eat it with our food. A speck of mud on our bread excites disgust; but who minds the same thing when it is nothing but a little dustb If our food just brought from the market or provision store is exam ined with the microscope, it is found to teem with particular dust, consisting of fine sand, bits of hay, straw, filaments of cotton from old paper and rags, wood fibers, hair and scurf scales of man and beast, starch grains, spores, etc. Recent investigations render it probable that dust contains the germs of decomposition, gangrene, and contagious diseases. ' Incredible.—F. A. Scratch, dtuggist. Ont., writes: "I have the greatest confidence in your Burdock Blood Bitters. In one case with which I am personally acquainted their success was almost incredible’. One lady told me that half a bottle did her more g:od than hundreds of dollars worth of medicine she had previously taken.” Price SI.OO, trial size 10 cents. No scrofula can be so deep seated, no sore so stubborn, hut that Ayer's I Sarsaparilly will be found helpful It ! will effect a cure, if cure be poesibie | Carry the y«wt to Mary. ; lhave ag' od farm es 100 acres. 40 i acres cleared, and 60 acres good timber, i 2milcs eastof Decatur. Will sell re.i | sou able, B, TJ. Di;nt. ’ • w £ * i 'i ••

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