Decatur Democrat, Volume 34, Number 32, Decatur, Adams County, 31 October 1890 — Page 4

f •EETCKUrS GBIT. mr ozias midsummer. He'd wandered about amid vales of disaster. And dilut ed the high mountains o* woe. And now he sat perched on a stump in the pcsf i tore, ■ And did not know whither to go. Oh, why, saug his heart, has the earth in its make up No place where a tramp may find rest? I'll go to yon house aud will asK them to shakeup Some kind of a wanderer’s nest. He went to the window, and saw within, sitting, Some eon of the Khiue, on a chair, ' 'While close by his side a wee fraulein sat knitting Some beautiful striped foot-wear. .’He smelt the sweet hamburger cheese through the keyhole, » Mixed w ith the rare flavor of kraut, find mingled with these was the smell of the beer-bowl “ • Coming through the keyhole witixout. His heart went up into his mouth in an instant, When fell his hard fist on the door; Xhen, instead of coming unto his assistance, him stand just as before; And, furihenuore, then aud there all became ’ darkness. And not the least sound could he hear, Except now and then, as they blamed their remissress. And thou again sampled the beer. Thus forevermore might these things have continued. So far as lhe tramp was concerned, Had not a man then aud there, bony and sinewed. ’ .• Him in the deep darkness discerned. The words of the man came, in deep thunder language*}* And said. “You Dutch son of a gun ;" Hut ere he said more the poor, poor tramp languished, And for his life could not have run. The man quit the tramp when he thought he was dying. Might very soon give up the ghost; When the tramp heard the dear little Dutch lady crying, And learned that the man was his host. He learned, furthermore, that though he was the - victim, . He’d just got what was the girl’s beau’s; Her father’d designed and intended to fix him, And give him a lesson to go. The trarxp soon arranged a plan whereby they put him ■ To bed in the tidy spare room, And there he made love to the little Dutch fraulein. The tra ep, indeed, had struck a boom. He stayed through the cold stormy days of the winter. . And lingered along into May, Declaring, on honor, tie was a great sinner, If able to go on his way. But time brought a change. “You must go, ox 0 be put out.” The fa. her said; “now do you hear!” When vireichen’s arms folded the tramp’s form > about. She told the old man to stand clear. The fa.her beheld in his daughter the mettle Which came to them from his good sire. He thought the pa., should not say black to the , .kittle. So put his foot down on his ire. 1 They sat by the kitchen stove calmly discussing 1 The ills of the tramp and his woes; The little Dutch iraulein the meantime kept fussing To ti< kie the ol 1 father’s nose; And soon was delighted to see him smell gently, 'Phen fid his lungs wi.lt the perfume As came out the kraut, beer, and hamburger seemly, | Their odors pervading the room. “The hope of the woman lies in hes lord’s stomo etch.” Thought wise I’ttle Gretchen, with smile; “If father will eat and drink all 1 see him take, The will of her lord's is his child’s.’ The plan was successful, and worked in a minute. ( As Gr tchen had hoped that it would; So winked to her lover again to begin it, And settle the matter for good. The lover began, but, before he could finish, A lav. yer drove up to the door; "Who said; “My dear sir, if your name is Jay YVinnish, You're worth forty thousand or more. Your uncle is <lt aid and has left his whole estate To you en condition you wed. So go'about quickly and hunt up a good mate, Or boa poor tramp till you re dead.” He said : “I am Mayer of Centerville town here As such ba-e the ri fat aud the will To tie a knot -m.gly, anil do it up brown, dear— Just n -w, if ye;, t.-.o will stand stiff.” So while lhe .'ld father was taking a long pull, To settip l.iii t-irger and kraut, The dainty wee knot was, tied quickly, fox’ fearf> 1 . 3 Os kicking should he find it out. Chicago. 111. BETRAYED; or. A DARK MARRIAGE MORN. ,4 Romance of Love, Intrigue and Crime. BY MRS. ALICE P. CARRISTON. CHAPTEK XlV.—(Continued*. “Well, I interpret it thus: I imagine two ’beings, equally free and strong, loving aud valuing each other beyond all else, having no affection, no loyalty, no devotion, no honor, except toward each other; but possessing all for each other in a su’preme degree. ,“I give and consecrate absolutely to you my person, all that I can be, or may be to come, on condition of an equal return, still preserving the same social conventionalities, without which we should both b ■ miserable. “Secretly united, and secretly isolated, though in the midst of the human herd, governing and despising it; uniting our gifts, our faculties, and our powers—yours which cannot be greater, and mine . which shall become greater if you love me—and living thus, one for the other, until death. - “You have dreamed, you told me, of strange and almost sacrilegious love. Here it is: oniy before accepting it reflect well, for I assure you it is a serious thing. “My love for you is boundless. I love you enough to disdain and trample under ■ foot that which the meanest human being still respects. 1 love you enough to find in you ale e, in your single esteem, and in your sole tenderness, in the pride and madness of being yours, oblivion and cpusolation for friendship outraged, faith ‘ betrayed, and honor lost. “Bdt, mark you, ti_ is a sentiment which you will ft do well not to trifle with. You should thoroughly understand this. “Well, if you desire my love, if yon consent to this alliance, opposed to all human laws, deign to tell me so, and 1 shall fall at your feet. If you do not wish it, if it terrifies you, if you are not prepared for the double obligation it involves, tell me so. and fear not a word ol reproach. Whatever it might cost me, 1 Would ruin my life, I would leave yon forever, and th t which passed last night should be eternally iorgotten.” lie ceased, and remained with his eyes fixed on. the beautiful woman, with t burning anxiety. As he went on speaking, her air became more grave. She listened to him, her head a little inclined towards him in an attitude of overpowering interest, throwing upon him at intervals -a gl nee lull of gloomy fire. J slight but rapid palpitation of the bosom a scarcely perceptible quivering of tin nostrils, alone betrayed the storm raging within her. “This,” she said, after a moment's silene, “becomes really interesting. Yoi said something a' out leaving me forever but you intend, iu no event, to leave tbii evening, I suppose?” V “No.” said Eugene. “Very well,” she replied, bowing he: head hi sign of dismissal, without offer ing her hand; “we shall see each othe: again." “But when?" “At an early day. ” He thou ht, notwithstanding the past she required time for reflection, a littli terrified doubtless by the monster sh< evoked; he gravely sainted her and de parted. The next day, and on the three sue eeedmg ones, he vainly presented himsel •shea door.

Mrs. Elliston was dining out or drew It was for Eugene a whole century of torture. One thought, which often disquieted him, revisited him with double poignancy. Cora did not love him. She only l wished to revenge herself for the past, and after disgracing would laugh at him. She had maue him sign the contract, and then escaped him. In the midst of these tortures of his pride, his passion, inst« ad of weakening, increased. The fifth day alter their interview he did not go to her house. He hoped to meet her in the evening at the residence of a mutual friend, on Madison avenue, where he usually saw her every Thursday. This friend, Mrs. Lonisa Morgan wan a connection of his mother’s family, and from his ear iest boyhood had been very kind to Eugene. She was a w dow and no longer young, but being we Ithy, she had no difficulty in rendering herself and her home attractive. She had no taste or inclination for relig on, but affected a great liking for literature and art, and every week received many distinguished authors and artists, who piqued themselves on being freethinkers Cora Elliston had permitted herself to be introduced by her husband, because c’>e knew Eugene frequented the house. On this particular evening the gathering was small. Eugene had only arrived a few moments, when he had the satisfaction of seeing his uncle, who had returned from Washington, and Mrs. Elliston enter. She tranquilly expressed to him her regret at not having been at home the preceding day, but it was impossible to hope for a more decided explanation in a circle so small and under the vigilant eyes of certain ladies present. Eugene vainly interrogated her face. It was as beautiful and eold as usual. His anxiety increased; he would have given his life at that moment for her to say one word of love. Mis. Morgan liked the play of wit, as she had but little herself. They played at her house such little games as were then fashionable. Those little games are not always innocent, as we shall see. They had distributed pencils, pens, and little packages of paper—some of the players sitting around large tables, and some in separate ehairs—and scratched mysteriously, in turn, questions and answer s. During this time Mr. Elliston played whist with an elderly lady for partner. Cora did not usually take part in these games which fatigued her. Eugene was therefore astonished to see her accept the pexieil and paper offered her This singularity awakened his attention and put him on his guard. He him-eif joined in the game, contrary to his usual custom, and even took charge of the basket to collect the small notes as they were written. An hour passed without any special incident. The treasures of wit were dispensed. The most delicate aud unexpected questions—such as TWhat is love?" “Do you think that* friendship can exist between the sexes?" “Is it sweeter to love or be loved?” succeeded each other with corresponding replies. All at once Cora gave a slight scream, and they saw a drop of blood trickle down her forehead. She commenced laughing, and showed her little gold peneil-ea-e. which had apgn at one end. with which she had scratched her forehead in her abstraction. The attention of Eug?ne was redoubled from this moment—the more so from a rapid and significant glance from Cora, which seemed to warn him oi an approaching event. She was sitting a little in shadow in one corner, in order to meditate more at ea-e on questions and answers. An inst nt later Eugene was passing around the room collecting notes. She deposited one iu the basket, slipping another into his hand with the catlike dexterity of her sex. In the midst of these papers, which each person amused himself with reading, Eugene found no difficulty in retaining without remark the clandestine note. It was written in red ink, a little pale, but very legible, and contained these words: “I belong, soul, body, honor, riches, to my best beloved, Eugene Cleveland, from this moment and forever. “Written and signed with the pure blood of my veins, this 18th November, 188 CCRA EIiLISTOX. " All the blood of Jugene Cleveland surged to his Train, a cloud came over his eyes, he rested his hand on the marble table, then suddenly his face was covered with a moral paleness. These symptoms did not arise from remorse or fear; his passion overshadowed all. He felt boundless joy. He saw the world at his feet. , , CHAPTER XV. THE PRIVATE SECRETARY* REPORTS. But what of that paragon of excellence, honor and integrity—to say nothing the other virtues—Mr. Oscar Slyme? How was he conducting himself during all this time? Was he watching the growing intimacy between Cora Elliston and Eugene Cleveland with in difference? or did he not notice this growing intimacy at all? From what has already been said of Mr. Slyme, we think the reader will give him credit for more acuteness than to suppose him wholly ignorant of what had passed since that intexview in the library, of which he was an unseen and unsuspected witness. Just how much he knew it is not at this time worth while to inquire; but whet he did know, for reasons of his own, he kept jealously to himself. He promptly waited upon Mrs. Elliston whenever she summoned him to her presence, and carried out all. her instructions to the very letter, showing her, in every word and action, that he was, as he professed himself, her humble and willing slave. It was some months after the little episode in Mrs. Morgan’S drawing-rooms —indeed, winter had passed and spring had come. Mr. Elliston had been duly elected to the United States Senate, and had taken his seat more than a month before. Cora was in the library waiting to receive Slyme, whom she never admitted to her boudoir. There was a faint knock at the door. “Come in,” she called, somewh-.i impatiently, and the private secretary sidled into the room. “Yojiw anted to see me, Mrs. Elliston?” he said, in his low, fawning voice. “Yes; I understand my husbnpd has sent for you, and that you will be obliged to start'for Washington almost immediately.” “It is true. The Senator writes that he c m no longer do without me, and so I am to join him at the earliest possible moment.” “And when will the earliest possible moment be?” “I think I can get matters into order here so as to be able to leave* in a week’s time." “So soon? I shall be very sorry to pait with you, Slyme. I shall miss you very much. ” / ’ He raised his eyes a little, and gave her a quick, searching glance. “Bnt you, Mrs. Elliston, yon will Boon join your husband in Washington?" “Yes, but not before the latter part of May.” "The last of May! lam sure he expects you before that.” “I dare say," she rejoined carelessly, “but I can not leave New York for a month yet.” A black look settled on the private secretary’s face, and in a somewhat different voice he said: “I am very sorry to hear it. Bnt yon did not call me here merely to say this. What information —what new service do yon require of me before I go away?" Cora paid no attention to his altered looks and tone, hot promptly replied:

“I am very sorry to hear it. Bnt yon did not call me here merely to say this. What information—what new service do yon require of me before I go away?" Cora paid no attention to his altered looks and tone, but promptly replied:

“In the first place, 1 want to know about that girl at Roxbury. Is she being well cared for?” “Treated like a queen." “She still lives in the cottage you hired for her?" “No, she is with the family of Mr. Nathan Metcalf, the owner of the cottage." “What kind of people are they?" “Very agreeable, I assure you. Mr. Metcalf is an elderly man, well informed—in fact, the oracle of the town. Then there are his daughter and granddaughter, and several servants." “His daughter and granddaughter, you say?” “Yes, his daughter, Mrs. Clara Denton, is a young widow, and. out of pure compassion. acts as companion to Mrs. Cleveland." “Mrs. Cleveland? I thought that name had been dropped?" “True; in Roxbury she is only known as Mildred Lester." “Lester! W’hy did you give her her own maiden name?" “It was a risk, I admit; but there was no help for it. Mrs. Denton found the name on her linen, and besides, strangely enough, she remembered that when she had forgotten all else." “But will not the people around her find out who she really is?" “Little fear of that, the people of Roxbury are not likely to run upon any one from Riverside.” “I hope you are right. Has she quite recovered from the effects of that fever?" “In a way—yes." “What do you mean by that?" “I mean that she is well—as well as she will ever be, and yet she is not what she was before that accident." “I suppose you have reference to her mind. You have already mentioned that her memory has become impaired; towhat extent has she lost it?” > “She has lost all recollection of wbat happened before that fearful night. Her life, as I may say, dates from the hour when she recovered consciousness after the fever.” “Strange, but very fortunate." “Yes—for you." Cora gave him aquick, searching glance. “Is there any hidden meaning in your words, my friend?” she asked. “None whatever, I assure you." “It seems to me that it is fortunate for you as well as for myself." “Oh, certainly.” "Is she happy?" “Who? Mrs. Cleveland?" “Miss Lester.” “Beg pardOn. Y’es, very happy." “ Very happy,” repeated Cora, musingly. “Yes, and why shouldn't she be? She has no cares to trouble her, and remembers no sorrows.” “Remembers no sorrows’" Then quickly: "But isn’t she curious about the past?" “Naturally, somewhat; but I have made up a past for her, which Mrs. Denton communicates to her from time to time, as occasion calls for.” “You are a remarkable man, Mr. Slyme.” “Thank you." “And now about those Fieldings, what do you know of them?" “They are still at their old quarters in West Forty-seventh street. The young man is getting on at the bank, and the sister is slowly recovering her health.” “Does Mr. Cleveland visit there often?" Again came that strange black look. “You ought to know as to that better than I. Mrs. Elliston. “What do you mean, .sir? I know nothing about it,” But Slyme had already repented his hasty speech. “I believe,” he said, rapidly, “that he goes there not oftener than once a week— Sundays usually. ” “Does he see the sister alone then?" “Never alone.” “Are you sure?" “Quite sure." A pause followed this assertion. Slyme b.oke the silence by asking: “Is there anything further at this time, Mrs. Elliston?” “One question more: you will go to Roxbury bet ore youstart for Washington?” “I shall be obliged to do so,” “AM you will see that every provision is made for that—that unfortunate's comfort while you are away?” “I will see to everything.” “That is all, then.*just now." Slyme, who had been standing all through the interview, moved noiselessly toward the door. With his hand on the knob he paused. “What is it, Slyme?” asked Cora, looking up. “Were you aware that the Lelands owned property in Roxbury?” he inquired, in a peculiar tone. “The Lelands! I knew that some member of the family owned property in Connecticut, but had no idea it was there." “It's an immense farm, and belongs to the young man, Warren Leland; he inherited it from his mother’s father. ” “Well, you are going to say something unpleasant, I think. What is it?" “He has t aken a strange notion into his head. He is having the house thoroughly remodeled and is going to live there. ” “What! Warren Leland?” “Yes; says he is going to .turn farmer, but I fancy, after gaining a residence in Connecticut, he intends to run for Congress; indeed, I have heard several hints to that effect, and from those who ought to know, too." Cora became very grave and thoughtful. “This is very disagreeable news,” she said at length. “I wish I had known it before. ’ “I would have told you, but for some months past, you know, you would not even let me mention Roxbury or Mrs. Cleve—Miss Lester." Cora made an impatient gesture. “Let me think," she said. Then half aloud: “What can possess Warren Leland to bury himself in that out of the way place? Even if he is ambitious to go to Congress that seems a roundabout way to get there.” “I can’t enlighten you on the subject," said Slyme. “I only know he hasn’t acted like the same man since his bosom friend's misfortune and disappearance. “His bosom friend? To whom do you refer?” “Brownell, the civil engineer. He was his classmate in college, you know.” “Ah! the young man whose wife died so strangely some two or three months ago.” “Yes; and who, directly afterward, disposed of everything and disappeared—went off to Mexico, some say." “And Warren Leland hasn't been himself since! I didn’t suppose him capable of so much affection for his friend.” “Some say the affection was for his friend’s wife," remarked the private secretary, dryly. "I fear you are disposed to be cynical, Slyme.” “Oh, not at all—quite the contrary.” “At any rate, 1 hope you have never run across Warren Leland in Roxbury." “I have taken good care not to do so, and shall use the same caution in future." “That is well; but sooner or later he will form the acquaintance of your friend. Mr. Metcalf, if he has not already done so.” “I fear that is inevitable." "And then is he not likely to learn something of you and your visits to the Metcalf f irm?" “What can he learn? Merely that I am Miss Lester’s brother, that I am connected with a large commercial house in New York, that I am constantly on the road; and when I can snatch an houror so from my multitudinous cares I run up to Roxbury to pay a visit to my most unfortunate sister." "Very good, indeed, Slyme; but he will see her, and may become interested in her." "Aye," exclaimed Slyme, (with a perplexed look, “there’s the rub.” “You had thought of that?" "I have thought of little else of late.”

"Well, v» must endeavor to concert some plan to head him off—to turn him from his purpose—if he. develops such a purpose." ‘Unfortunately, I shall not be here to aid you in carrying out a plan, even if we can mature one." “But there must be some way out of the difficulty. Do think, my good Slyme, and come to me here to-morrow." o "I will do my best, as ever, to serve you,” and with a low bow he withdrew, softly closing the door behind him. For some time Cora remained seated as he had left her. but her head was bent forward, her hands were tightly clasped in her lap, and her whole attitude denoted deep and earnest meditation. Presently the heavy portiere was drawn aside, and Eugene Cleveland entereej. In an instant the cloud fled from her brow, and a radiant smile appeared upon her faceHe hastily crossed the room, knelt by the divan, raised her shapely head, and imprinted a burning kiss upon her lips. “At last you have come!” she murmured, returning the kiss and clasping her beautiful arms about his neck. Again the curtain in the doorway was drawn aside, and the eager eyes of the private secretary were fixed upon the pair, and there was malignant, mortal hatred in the glance. CHAPTER XVI. SHAPING DESTINY. Oscar Slyme, the private secretary, had told Cora Elliston no more than the exact and dreadful truth. Amy Brownell, the wife of the civil engineer, was dead, and her husband was a wanderer. Warren Leland was indeed changed; but perhaps not wholly for the better. The shock had been a sudden and terrible one for him, and he had not recovered from it. He had not again visited the attractive home at Bedford Park, thinking, for the lady’s sake, he would not do so until he was sure the master of the house haa returned. It was three weeks after Brownell’s hurried and unfortunate departure; Leland had had another “night of it" with Charley Raymond and friends of that ilk, and awoke with a splitting headache and a remorseful heart, when his valet noiselessly entered the room with several notes and letters on a salver. "Set it down here, and draw back the curtain," ordered.the master. The valet obeyed, placing the salver on a stand by the side of the bed. One note instantly attracted Leland’s attention. The handwriting he well knew, and the envelope was bordered with black. He snatched it up, and opened it with trembling hands. And this is what he read: “My wife is dead. lamin no fit condition to see you now. I have disposed of evexytKing and am going away—no matter where. “You will hear from me later. “Hobabt Brownell." “Great God!" exclaimed Leland, letting the note fall from his hands, and turning ghastly pale. And it is but just to say that it was the knowledge of her death, and that alone, that affected him; he did not even think of the seeming threat in the note. “ Great God! Dead! Can n be possible?” ’l he valet turned, and regarded him with a look of astonishment. “Get out!" he cried. “But say! bring me seme brandy and a bottleof soda.” « The valet disappeared. Then, in spite of his aching head, he gave himself up to serious reflection. “I wish I know more about it," he muttered, at last. And later in the day he set himself the task of finding out something. His efforts were rewarded with some degree of success. He found the dead woman’s mother, and was received graciously by her. Her daughter, she said, had not been herself since his visit and her husband's departure that evening. She had drooped; she was dispirited; she was crying all the time. The morning of her husband’s return, he was with her alone for seme time. Directly after that she was seized with congestion' “Congestion!" inquiringly. “Yes, of the lungs —of the brain. Really I don’t know! but she is dead! and Hobart is gone, and I, alas! am alone in the world!" “But—excuse the question—not unprovided for, I hope?” “Oh! no. no! Hobart was very kind and thoughtful. My future is secure. ” Leland questioned her further, but could learn nothing more. She was as ignorant as himself with regard to the widower’s movements. He was gone, that was all she knew. Where he had gone, she had no idea. [TO BE CONTINUED. 1 An Octogenarian Athlete. A queer-looking little specimen of humanity with an armful of newspapers stood outside of the Grand Central Depot the other afternoon crying his wares. His hair was long and unkempt, his trousers w ere frayed at the edges, there were patches of poverty on his little jacket, but his eye was clear and his flattened nose showed that he was the hero of many a gutter battle. A pompous-looking individual, with his great-coat thrown open, a heavy cane in his hand, and dressed in the height of fashion, came swinging himself down the street in gorgeous style. The boy pulled one of his papers out, offered it to the swell, and was rewarded for his efforts by a thump on the back with the heavy cane. The little fellow howled with pain. The cabmen who were at the gate at the depot smiled and the other boys laughed in derision. The swell had proceeded about three steps on his way when a firm hand grasped him by the collar, shook him vigorously, and an old man, six foot two, as straight as a grenadier, and holding a heavy malacca stick threateningly over him, asked, “How dare you hit a boy The swell tried to shake himself loose, but it was no use. The old man’s/hand was firm, the crowd was growing larger, and the boy was howling as if his heart would break. “You, sir,” went on the old man, as the blood mounted to his face, “are a disgrace to humanity. Old as lam I can thrash you for that cowardly act. And if I ever know you to again lift your hand to a boy I will take the law into my own hands.” The shell’s head dropped a little and his face was pale. The old man looked him firmly in the eye, shook him again as a cat would a mouse, and walked on. As he did so the little boy, wiping the tears from his cheeks, followed after and thanked him. The old man patted him affectionately On the head and disappeared in the crowd. There was no comment except by the small boy, who exclaimed: “Ain’t he a daisy ?” He brushed the tears from his eyes and in a moment was as busy as ever selling his papers. The old man was a daisy. It was none other than David Dudley Field, the greatest constitutional lawyer in the world, brother of Cyrus W. and Stephen J. Field- He is nearly eighiythree years of age, but as vigorous as a man of fifty, In his young days he was a famous boxer and athlete, and the way he tackled the howling swell showed that his good right hand had not forgot its cunning. — Pittsburg LeadtPs Hew York letter.

Business Directory. THE DECATUR RATIONAL BARK. Capital, KO.OOO. Surplus, SUM*, Organized August 1& DBS. OSoere-T. T. Dorwio. President; P.W.Bmfth, Vice-President; R. 8. Peterson. Cashier; T. T. Dorwin, P. W. Smith. Henry Derkea. J. H. H«dbrook. B J. Terveer, J. D- Hale and B. 8. Peterson, Directors. We are prepared to make Loens on good security, receive Deposits, furnish Domestic and Foreign Exchange, buy and sell Government and Municipal Bonds, and furnish Letters of Credit available in any of the principal cities of Europe. Also Passage Tickets to and from the Old World, including transportation to Decatur. Adams County Bank Capital, 175.000. Surplus. KEONI Organized in 1871. Officere—D. Studebaker. President: Jesse Wibiick.Vice-President: W.H. Niblick, Cashier. Do a general banking business. Collections made in all parts of the country. County, City and Township Orders bought. Foreign and Domestic Exchange bought and said. Interest paid on time deposits. AHRANCB * MKRRYMAN. J. T. VRANCB. A? J. T. MERRYMAH art Xaarow* DECATUR. INDIANA. Office Nos. L 3 and 3. over the Adams County flank Collections a specialty. HOUSE, L J. MIESSE, Propxfatss; Decatar, Ind. kaeatfon Central—Opposite Coart Hoose, lbs lading hotel la the city. A. «a. EOLLOWAV, «m SI urgeon Office over Burns’ harness store, residence at Mr. Elias Tyrrill’s, southwest corner Third and Monroe streets. All calls promply attonded to in city or country night or day. JQ. NEPTUNE, • DENTIST. Now located over Huiihonse’s shoe store, and ts prepared to do all work pertaining to the dental profee sion. Gold filling a specialty. By the ascot Mayo’s Vapor he is enabled to extract teeth without pain. All work warranted. o. Toiler, it ~ dZ FHyaiclaxidb B-ulx*booxx ■enroe. - - - Indiana. All calls promptly attended to day or night. Office at residence. , IFILLIA Jf H. MYERS, Z > lxy atlol AXk dbSurgooxi Specialty—The TreatmeMt of Women. Office at residence. 157 West Wayne street. Ft. Wayne. Indiana, from 10 to 12 a. in. and 3to ft p. m. Telephone 89. 5m3 ?rsf. L. H. Zeigler, Veterinarj Surgeon. Modus Operat'd!. Or fw-Y chotomy, Overotomy. Castrating Ridgllng Horsesand Spaying Cat an( j Dehorning, and treating their diseases. Otiiee near Kornberg’s livery Stable, Decatur. Indiana. ZB- IxeBRUNT. Veterinary Surgeon, Xxacfi. Suecessfully treats all diseases of Horses and Cattle. Will respond to calls at any time. Prices reasonable. «Jdines S. Bobo, Jsuofur, - - XadfaweT Paul G. Hooper, a-t Law Deeatwr, - • IndioM*. MRS.M.L.HOLLOWAY,M.D, Having again located in Decatur, one door north of the M. E. Church, will engage in the practice of Medicine, giving especial attention to Nervous Diseases peculiar to Women and Children. Will attend cases in the country when conveyance is furnished. Office hours •to 11 a. m. and 2 to 4:39 P- m., except Tburoday and Saturday afternoons. 35 MONEYTO LOAN On Farm Property on Long Tima. No Ooxxuxiiaadoxi. Low Bate of Interest. FaxrtiAlF»yxnexitai In any amounts can be made at any time and stop interest. Call on, or address, A. K. GBUBB, or P. MJLHH, Office: Odd Fellows* Building, Decatur. FQkt wim - and LOUISVILLI Tbiii Titer StUmU The SHORT LINE Between north and s ° uth - Solid Trains To And From c 1 wcl w w AT| » E>| '[ [ I's Through Coaches Between INDIANAPOLIS isl B & FORT WAYNE BrY/a* Sure Connections s\yaViyL In Union Depots. Ifni Wl kA Ak I '-X Unexcelled Servfos ft I\Wa For Rates and otb\vA\ \\ * information call \y?X '' Gen’l Pass. A Ticket Agt„ FL Wayne, Ind. GKO. W. BRADBURY, General Manager. B. R SUTTON. Sup’t. Whitewater R. B. TIME CARD.—SOUTH. May 18, 1890, Standard Time Fort Wayne....lv« • oo am 110 25 ami* 6 40pa Bluffton ar 65d 11 11 741 Montpelier 7 30 U 5a 8 14 Hartford 748 1Z 10 pm 833 Mancie 8 to 12 50 9 15 Indianapolis. 10 30 3 50 U 99 Cincinnati..... 5 uO Louisville.;... 7 Oo •Daily NORTH. 4Ex. Sunday— L0ui5vi11e.......... 4 7 90 .......... CincixnuLti »»••••• •••••••••• 759 ••••••••.. Indianapolis ..... 47 00 am 1115 315 put Muncie •9 05 115 pen 510 Hartford 9 <5 1 57 ft SO Montpelier 10 (to 115 ft 08 Bluffton 10 38 8 48 8 38 Fort Wayne 11 35 9 45 7 49 OMB FABB FOB BOUND XBIP SUNDAYS

Noticfe to Teachers! Notice is hekeby given that there will be a Kblle examixiktion of teachers at the office of > county suNpenntendent. in Decatur. Indiana, on the J last Saturday of each month. Appicantsfor lycense must present "the proper trustee’s certMßeate or other evidence of good moral charactdM.** and to be successful must pass a good examination in orthography, reading. writing, arithmetic, gmgraphy. English grammar, physiology, history of the United blares, science M>f education, and present on the day of exankinatlon. a review or composition upon one ok the following named books: Tale of Citiks. David Copperfield. Ivanhoe, Heart of Midlothian. Henry Esmond. The Spy, Z? e L se ? rl 5 t Le 3‘T r - rh ® Sk«ch Book, Knickers bocker s New Yclrk. The Happy Boy (by Bjornroni. Poems of Llongfellow. Poems of Bryant. Poems of WhittiAr. Poems of LoweH. Haw', thorne’s Marble iFaun. and Carlyle’s ’Heroes and Hero WorshiA, Holmes* ‘Autocrat of the BreakfastTabla.l McMaster’s ‘Life of Frank2?’ s *Pu« Yourself in His Mace. Said oom;L»!tk>n shall contain not less shan (500 nor more •ha C 1 000 words, shall be in the applicant's ow , ham. writing, and shall be accompanied w:th a declaration that it is the applicant’s orUbn »> work. Reviews will bo graded on penman »b'p. orthography and composiUon. Exam.r. i nous win begin promptly “ 8:30 . a - ™ No will be granted to apsssr•[“rngoft jew?* Mp® k*"***’. »**!* ?. d ” *y*y!"s nW^^.’t:,^vYj ) .o_rrpqK(. t vsa , -AKTs<o body. John Lachot XxxcA„ Keeps aWuiinesf Pure Drugs Chemicals. Patent Medicines, Paints, Brushes, Oils, Toilet and Fancy Articles. Also a complete stock of Choice Family Groceries, All of which will be sold at lowest living prices. Physicians’ Prescriptions carefully compounded. Give him a call SPECIAL I desire to say to the people of Adams Comity that if you want an abstract to your land Mortgage or deed executed you can get the wn* dons with neatness and dispatch by ratling <m A McW. BOLLMAN, Becccdse.

G. T- DOn.Wi-1. A. A. WIOBOIS. J. BOBT. CHRISTKB. DECATUR STONE AND LIME CO., ’ ’ Proprietors of the DOLOMIQ LIMESTONE QUARRIES —-—And Manufacturers of I Door and Window Sills and Gaps, Range Work, Monument Bases, Curbing. Wall Stone aid Snow aja/ frwi ♦o Tat m and dealers in Plaster Paris, Plastering Hair, Portland and Louisville Cement I We guarantee the quality of our Lime equal to any made. Call on us and we will convince Siu that you can save money by dealing with us. Quarry and warehouse, north of Second St. ty office. Dorwin’s Photogn.ph Gallery- sens MONEY TALKS. And so prices os every article of goods at Mrs Harness Shop J And Second-Hand Store Tell their own stary. Having removed to the Kover Hall Building, a few steps east of Second Street, I cordially invite all my friends to call and see me when in need of anything in the line of new and second-hand Harness, Stoves, Tinware, Household Goods and a thousand and one articles that are sold CHEAPER THAN /. DIRT Don’t be humbugged mto baying high priced goods without first seeing my immense stock and learning the inducements I have to offer. n t@*Hunt me up and save your | | $ t 4 1 S. Forter.l Madison Street, West of Stone’s Hardware Store. B 0 -1 —®^COKPETI I riQJT RESIREBS3«e~- • 76.000 Worth of Suporhly Hade -xlothing:- j \ ■ ■ Due to our large facilities for Manufacturing, enables us to offer the Largest, ths .fl Richest and most Varied Assortment of J| Spring and Sammer CletMng ■ At prices that defy competition. Every Mill of worth at home and abroad b r«p> resented in our stock of \ I c&otmwG* J Working Soils, from 13.00 upwards. Business Suits, from >7«oo apwards. .<3 Dress Suits, from |io.oo opwarib dm Our Children’s and Furnishing Goods Department b fall of new, bright Nomb ties and admired by all. .' ’ HXUT * COMP AMT, yjß .it u4rS Bert Berry Street, Fart WayM, WhM 1

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Neap nd MasHs Py, With its Pullxnan-bcflt equipment, suhstes Maliy constructed roadway, end lew rates st tars insure a safe, speedy, and eccmonoicel jceeney to all points EAST OR WEST. Write to your nearest railway igsa* tertee attractive low rates via tide Mna. TIME-CARD IN EFFECT JULY M, I—U &OINQ WEST. Stations- Ex |parffic l Chic’oLway Tta* Ex. I Ex, iFrufS (FreTt. PM. A.M. Boston..-lv SOS 8 30 P.M. » New York 899 BuO AM. PM. Marton IN n» H« 88ft AM. Kenton .. .8 » UlO 138 499 Jagger 917 15 08 , Lima »45 10s 919 545 Bpeneer’Te. 10 14 .............. 880 .....m Enterprise. 10 45 308 H9B Decatur.. .U 90 998 930 >Bl5 Kingsland . 11 48 '. 9 oo Hunttntn... 19™' 995 495 18 89 801ivar..... lis ....... ....... .••.... . Newton.... 119 4» 458 , : Akron 1 49 ; Rochester.. 2 « 445 ft 98 No. 15 | SM ....... N. Judson.. 9 15 5 50 1 Kouts 3 47 6 29 Z\ 1 Cr. Point.. 4 35 7 15 Hammond. 510 725 800 800 ....... , Englewood. 544 755 830 835 \ 1 Arebte Are. 605 815 850 900 \ 1 Chicago, .srl 815 825 900 919 | GOINO EhHT. I I 8 10 19 14 32 Btatioitt- Aceem AUanc Mail Way Thro* I Hunt Ex. Ex. PreiT Freit. I am. aml pm pm ’ Chicago..lv ’-O 15 750 720 a35 Archer Ave. 10 25 800 730 545 ...... Englewood. 10 45 820 750 ,03 ....... Hammond.. U 15 850 820 440 Cr. Point .. ....... 9 29 Bto 7 15 Kouts...,, 10 05 7 58 N. Judson.. ....... 10 37 *9 57 B** PM. Rochester.. 199 11 44 UM PM. Akron..... 19 05 11 914 Newton.... 909 13 30 11 49 Bolirer 19 38 No. 18 AM AM. o Hnntintn.. 940 125 12 35 524 ....... Ktngslandi. ....... 205 ..HO 1, Decatur.. .. 330 230 119 859 Enterbrise 303 41 (0 740 6pencer’B& 355 214 821 .......' Lima ...... 442 401 230 854 Jagger 4 30 fa «0 Kenton .... 52S 455 325 1098 Marion ..ari 805 554 410 U M , PM AM % New York.. 5 OO 700 W| pm. Bostato-..--10 00 112 40 tTrains stop only cn «ignaL Trains 8. 12.16, 3,5, 15, tally. 4 Trains 17 and 18 dall. sxcept Sunday. N Where no time is shown trains do not stop. Ask for your tickets via The Chicago A AUlStie Railway, and your journey will bo one of comfort and pleasure. ” F. C. DONALD, Gen’l Pass. Am*. G. 98. BEACH, Gen’l Managnr. Chicago.