Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 13, Decatur, Adams County, 19 June 1891 — Page 7

Beauchampe’s Double OB > THE PRIMK DONM. A Story of Mystery, Love and Devotion. BY DAVID LOWRY. CHAPTER I. THE SINGER. The theater was crowded from the | parquette to the gallery with a critical j audience. The opera was new. the prima donna | was unknown to the audience, and it i was the opening night of the new theater, all of which w&> commented on frequently afterward by those who witnessed the performance and the press. The manager was apprehensive, as he had good reason to be, when he realized the full significance of a remark one critic made concerning the chances involved In “a new theater, a new opera, and a new singer. * The critic had witnessed many debuts, assisted at many openings, and damned many new operas. The first scene was tiresome. The audience manifested little interest, and maintained a haughty composure. The people looked about them, at each . other, and at the appointments and or- j namentation of the new theater. Friends , recognized each other and nodded, while fans fluttered and beauties primped. In the second scene, a singer not wholly unknown to the greater portion of the audience came on; a pretty, graceful girl, with eyes like a gazelle, and a sweet voice, but the audience contemplated her calmly. '1 he women especially wondered what the. men saw in her that entitled her to the distinction of . rare beauty; nobody referred to her musical talent: discussion was devoted to the singer's personal charms. By this time both men and women were in a,better mood, having disposed of one victim submitted to public caprice. Two young men occupying seats to- I gether were talking to each other in • _ undertones? Fifty more were doing the i same thing. /“I never bother with the libretto un- : less lam interested. Besides, we know the story.” “The orchestration is execrable. ” “You are forever finding fault, Livingston.” “The house is not properly ventilated. ” "Anything else?” “There is too much color; distracts one’s attention.” “Is that all?” ---> “Then these seats are absolutely stuffy. It makes me warm to look at the boxes. ” “Hush! There she is. Ah!” The p>ima donna was on, bowing in answer to the ripple of applause that rose until it swelled into a hearty greeting in the gallery. The singer swept the house with a glance, and in the same Instant Livingston_discwvered\fhe was a great beauty. ' She was altogether unlike the singer who preceded her. This woman with the flashing dark I eyes and sylph-like grace was, conscious j of her power, self-contained. She looked over the audience a second time, bowed slightly in response to the warm greeting, and began to sing. The first note K he uttered thrilled Livingston. He glanced quickly at his companion. Beauchampe’s eyes were fixed upon the singer, whose voice searched the innermost recesses of the heart, and moved it in spite of one’s self. . As the singer became absorbed in her I part, the sea of faces were forgotten. I She sang like one inspired. Suddenly the wonderful voice ceased, and then there was a whirlwind of applause. Whatever was in store for the opera, Vittoria, the prima donna, had scored an instantaneous success. “What do you think of her, Beauchampe?” Beaucliampe's gaze was so intent, his being so absorbed in the action and the singer, that he had eyes or ears for anything else. His eyes drank in the elegance of her attitude, the exquisite contour of her head, the beauty of the crown of brown hair that adorned her as few women are crowned. Then ne settled himself in his seat with an involuntary sigh. “Positively you are hit, Beauchampe.” Beauchampe put out a hand. “She is going to sing again. ” The prima donna moved slowly across the stage; the sunlight streamed in at the open windows; the checkered rays fell upon the sprays of silver that caught up her robe; they slanted on her brown hair, giving it a tinge of gold, and at that moment she looked divine. Her voice rose, fell, stole aloft, lingered in the air like a chime of bells. The hearts of the listeners throbbed as she'poured out her soul in song. And still her voice soared aloft, hung pulsing in the air in throbs, while men and women held their breath in suspense. The words and the air transported the audience to the mountain heights; the pulsing notes were like the lingering softness of the mountain breeze sighing on the heather. ’ The singer swayed the vast audience as one person; her empire was undisputed. When she ceased, the audience, relieved from a trance of feverish intoxication, burst forth into such a fury of applause that the singer was compelled to repeat her song again, and again. The opera was no longer a trial. It was a success. As the whirlwind gathers leaves and tosses them high in the air, so the whirlwind of popular approval carried the audience away until men and women waved handkerchiefs, fans and flowers aloft. The thunders that voiced the applause filled the theater; they rang through the lobby, the main entrance, out upon the street. They penetrated the green-room, echoed in the drawingroom. Beauchampe was aroused by his friend; he was fitting like one in a dream. “I spoke twice. What possesses you?” Then, as Beauchampe turned to him slowly, Livingston added: *i was saying she must be an Italian. Surely, she is no German. What do you think?” “I think she is divine. ” Livingston laughed, and Beachampe blushed furiously. “I do not think she is a foreigner; she has an American face. I’d swear she is an American.” “You are very positive.” “I have good reason. I have studied the face.” “For fully fifteen minutes.” “Say rather fifteen days. ” Livingston turned quickly. The act was oVer, and people were going out. The hum of conversation filled the theater. “Yes; I retouched her portrait. I was so struck with it that I made a copy of it—that is, I rubbed it <in, and worked up the details later, hut I now see my error. I don’t mind telling you—l met her abroad. I have not done the origia nal justice. However, I can remedy the defects In twenty minutes now—less time.”

He was speaking to himself rather than to Livingston, who caught him by the shoulder, laughingly saying: “What nonsense is this? Wake up, old fellow! There is a very tiresome wait, I’m told. Let’s go out; this air is stifling. ” * ■ Then the friends went out arm in arm. When they reached the street, a cry was raised by a victim of a pickpocket. When the rush was over Livingston looked for Beauchampe in vain. ° He walked rapidly in one direction, then in another. He glanced into the only places Beauchampe was at all likely to enter, a saloon and a restaurant, but Beauchampe was not in either. Livingston was annoyed, but not seriously alarmed. Beauchampe was abundantly able to take care of himself. A city-bred man, who had lived two years in Paris, and as many in Rome; a man used to meeting all kinds of people, could surely hold his own in any community chance might throw him into—and yet it-was strange, deuced strange, I that he should disappear so suddenly. The second act was well on when I Livingston re-entered the theater slowly. , Half a dozen people scowled as he resumed his seat; they were deeply interested in the opera, enthused over the new singer. Suddenly Livingston experienced relief. He smiled now at his dullness. Nothing could be clearer. Beauchampe’s words were sufficient. He was smitten with the singer's charms, and since he had retouched her portrait within a fortnight, what could be more naturaL Doubtless he had availed himself of an unexpected opportunity to pay his respects to the prima donna in the green room. Well, Livingston, could excuse him. A man head over heels in love with a woman, as it was plain Beauchampe j was!—however, Livingston resolved to , rally him the moment they met again. And yet—why should Beauchampe remain in the green-room? The prima donna was on the stage. Possibly the artist was talking with the manager, who was so overjoyed that night that he talked to everybody. A commotion near one of the doors caused half the audience to look around angrily. There was a scuffle, cries and , oaths blended. Blows sounded simultaneously with the oaths. There were cries of “Kick him out!” “The ruffian.” Many rose in their places and looked on the scene that interrupted the perI formance on the stage. Livingston beheld a young man with i disheveled hair striking one of the ushi ers a violent blow in the face. I The young man’s face was inflamed drink and devilish passion. If Livingston had not stood up quickly and noted all that passed, he would have thought it was a disagreeable dream, but there could not be any mistake. The young man who had cursed the ushers and knocked one down, and who stood in full view of the people in the parquette striking right and left at the ushers and police officer was Leslie Beauchampe. Livingston experienced a sickening sensation, but controlled himself instantly and made his way to the entrance as fast as he could. That Beauchampe would drink to excess, Livingston until that moment deemed incredible; that drink would transform a man with all the instincts, to say nothing of the breeding of a gen--1 tieman,’ into a brawling ruffian in fifteen I minutes, Livingston had not thought I possible. I But since his friend was insane with I drink, it was his duty to stand by him—to contrive to take him to some place where he could be restrained until he recovered his senses. When Livingston hastened to the entrance, the group gathered there were furious. Some were invoking the aid of police, while others execrated the ruffian who had eluded them. Livingston listened like a man in a dream to the broken speeches of those I around him, from which he learned that | his friend had sullenly submitted to physical force and numbers, and for the reason that he was handcuffed, until his captors approached the street. Then—no one knew how the prisoner managed it —he had suddenly dealt the officer having him in charge a blow back of the ear, felling him on the instant, kicked one of the attaches of the theater, inflicted serious injuries upon his victim, and, ere those around him could put forth a hand to stay his progress, bound- ! ed out on the pavement, darted between two passing vehicles, and disappeared from view. Two or three who ran toward the vehicles, and failed to discover in which direction the ruffian had fled, were describing their sensations upon realizing that the man had escaped. The pursuers looked at each other blankly, until those who lifted the policeman uttered exclamations of surprise. Upon turning him over, they found in his right hand (which doubled .under him when he fell), the, handcuffs he had placed upon the prisoner's wrists. This explained a part of the incident. The prisoner was an expert in fr.eeing his hands of handcuffs. Livingston stood, an interested listener, while the policeman slowly gathered his wits and contemplated the shining bands of steel. “It is no common thief, whoever he is, gentlemen,” said the policeman, slowly. “I never heard of but one man that could do that—now I know there are two.” He listened silently to the speculations of those around him. Some of the ideas advanced were very wild—Livingston deemed them silly and absurd. The policeman at length turned and shook his head; then said in a matter-of-fact manner: “You are all wrong, gentlemen The man we are looking for is an old bird. He has done time in more than one prison. We know the signs—and they are all plain this time. There can’t be any mistake about it.” Livingston withdrew from the group stunned, shocked. His sensations during the ensuing ten seconds were inexpressible. To enter the theater again was impossible. One thought occupied his mind. What had become of his friend s ßeauchamne? Was he insane—crazed with some vile j decoction, or was he only drunk, and like some men when drunk devilish? Whatever it was Livingston resolved to “get at the bottom of the business.” That was the duty he charged himself with now, and for several reasons deemed sufficient taken separately. In the first place he would not be guilty of deserting a friend in a pinch, t In the second place his curiosity was piqued, and in the third place the affair now presented the elements of a mys- > tery, and if there was one thing that Livingston had a passion for above all > other things it was the business of ex- > ploring and unraveling mpsteries. His talent for this kind of work was well known, and in his profession many conl ceded him much more than talent. They said he had given the world indisputable evidence of positive genius. As Livingston stood under a gaslight t near the entrance to the theater, he re- > called the events of the last half-hour > with an expression that revealed perplexity and apprehension. 3 The longer he pondered the more visif ble was his annoyance and dissatisfacl tion as he weighed and dismissed in r turn the various means which might be » employed to assist him in discovering - the cause of Beaucham pe’s extraordinary t and wholly inexcusable behavior, and s | solving the seemingly inexplicable mys- | tery surrounding his disappearance.

Livingston looked at his watch. “Half past ten! I shall not return to the office to-night And since I have no assignment, and nothing special on hand for forty-eight hours, I will call at Beauchampe’s lodgings—why not? Yes, that i is the first move, the starting point. For the first time in my life I am involved in part and parcel of a mystery. He selected a cigar, and contemplated it slowly, still pondering; then as he lit it, said to himself with something like a misgiving: “And I must confess the sensation I experience at this moment is not altogether agreeable. ” CHAPTER 11. A DOUBLE LIFE. Livingston was walking rapidly. His face was turned toward a car which would enable him to accomplish his purpose in fifteen minutes, when a hand was laid on his arm, and a strong, hearty-voiced man accosted him. “How are you, Mr. Livingston? Simmons ” “All right, thank you. lam going on this car.” He turned about suddenly, and, facing the man with the strong voice, added: “On second' thought, I won’t No need to recall yourself, Mr. Simmons. I seldom forget names, and never forget faces. It isn’t likely I will forget your face, and in common gratitude I ought never to forget your name. lam glad I met you. I will believe in special providence after this. ” “You always made too much of that affair, Mr. Livingston,” said Simmons, with deepening color in his bronzed cheeks. “If you mean in print, possibly yes; but, between ourselves, you saved my life, Simmons, and we both know it” “It was all chance. Another man in my place would have done just the same, and anyjxaw you’ve more than made it level. Your story fixed me—gave me the best chance any man ever had to show what he can do. I’m in the postal department, just back from Tennessee. On two Weeks’ holiday—first I’ve had since that scrape. ” Livingston grasped Simmons’ hand. “I congratulate you. If the Government had more like you But don’t let’s moralize. Two weeks holiday? Simmons;” here Livingston’s tones suddenly became confidential, while his manner and expression indicated confidence. “I’m glad we’ve met. lamina quandary. Can you give me ten minutes now?” “An hour—all night, if I can be of any service. ” “Simmons,” said Livingston, earnestly, “you are just the man. I’m in earnest. I’ll tell you the story. Maybe you can help me. You know every corner in New York.” Then Livingston recited the facts in .the fewest words possible. Simmons reflected. “You want to keep the thing shady. I see. If we can find him you have some way to get him out of town, I suppose—until it is fixed up, or blows over, His first open break? I mean since he reformed—if he has reformed?” “Why, Beauchampe is not that sort of a man at all!” Livingston replied quickly. “It is impossible He was abroad years studying. Hundreds know all about him. I only repeated what the policeman said. ” “Well, you saw him strike the usher in the theater. You are sure of that. ” “Quite. The entire affair suprised me —stunned me. There is a mystery somewhere, Simmons. I can't believe Beauchampe was in his senses—no one who knows him could be made to believe he would be guilty of the conduct I witnessed. Then the suddenness of the change—what would transform a man like Beauchampe into a ruffian in twelve or fifteen minutes?” “I’ve seen it done," said Simmons. “Absinthe is bad—and mixing it with other drinks is worse. Anyhow, I understand what you want. I don’t care what your reason is; it’s a pity of his relatives, if he has any. We will go right to work on it, and not waste a minute. I know just where to begin, and I am always well heeled—second nature, I guess.” Simmons laughed as he led the way. “There is a queer little hole not far from the theater. I know the man that has the place. We will look in there. You can look around you. I will step into another room with the proprietor. No danger there—the proprietor would lose all he has rather than have anything happen to me in his place. If he should be so unfortunate, nothing could save him from going back to prison—if he should escape the gallows. We are old acquaintances.” Livingston thought he had never looked upon more dangerous men than those who glanced furtively at him when hts companion disappeared in an off-set in the wall at the upper end of the dive “Black Steve” presided over. More brutal faces he had seen and described, grosser passions were graven in the faces of men he had seen in other haunts; in none, however, had he encountered such sinister countenances; the eyes turned upon him, that he felt examining him, measuring him physically, mentally and morally, were baleful; murder slumbered in some, nd shone steadily, coldly in others. For the first time in his life Livingston shivered with fear. The sensation was so stew to him, that he was angry with himself. He regained his self-control on the instant, and looked deliberately over the faces lifted to his own. Apparently no one there evinced more interest in him than in the tobaccostained floor they spat on. Simmons rejoined him at the end of five minutes, and they left the dive without speaking. When they, stood on the pavement again Simmons said: “Our man was there. ” “In that place!” Livingston's looks as well as his tones discredited the statement. “If you are quite sure, Simmons, that settles it; at the same time, the proof must be powerful to convince me. Why, that crowd gave me a cold chill. I’d as soon make my bed in a cave with rattlesnakes as to trust my life’to that gang.” ~ • “And you would be right there. Nearly every man there has killed his man—and some have helped to kill more than one, and two or three I noticed have served full time for murder, or been pardoned—nice, choice lot Yes, Steve knows our man. He made no bones about telling me. Why he was so outspoken I can’t tell—unless he is' : afraid of me—l won’t say without good cause. Steve would give all he has in i the world to read my gravestone. Our man is ” ? . i Simmons halted, looked at Livingston with friendly interest, then walked on ■ again, saying: ; “You may as well prepare yourself for I disagreeable news, Mr. Livingston. ” “Out with it; but cut it short, Sims mons. ” I “Well, you are all wrong—dead wrong. Your man is a full-blown double, as near r as I can make out—and I don’t often > make mistakes. I don’t care in this case—l’d rather be mistaken on your ; account, after what you’ve told me. ” “What do you mean fcy a full-blown • double?” “Your friend has two sides, one for decent people and one for the crowd - back there. ” Simmons lifted his left thumb to his i shoulder. “Best not worry over it, Mr. i Livingston, but he is bound to come to ; grief sooner or later. It’s only a quesr tion of time with the smartest of them.” I “There is some mistake. You are • talking of another man altogether. It is impossible. ”

—r— y:-'- .; y.XF. 1 r ’ ■ ■ 1 ■ “We are all liable to mistakes,” said Simmons, slowly. “It is coming pretty close this time. He told Steve he had got into a scrape, and changed his hat and coat in there. He went out the i back way, crossed a fence, and walked out on the next street The simplest thing in the world. " He - walked through a saloon after he jumped the fence.” “I don’t believe Beauchampe could be paid to do it,” said Livingston. “Not would you, Simmons, if you could see him and talk with him five minutes. ” Livingston spoke with considerable feeling, at first with Spirit, then a shade of disappointment was manifested. “Your business make you suspicious; you can’t help it, but the thing is impossible. ” “There’s a good deal in what you say, but Steve says he said the fuss was in the theater. He knocked two or three mwi down, beside clipping the policeman they brought in. There is no mistake about that. Then he is the only man Steve knows that can do that trick with the handcuffs—and Steve says he has seen him do it more than ©nee, but never knew just how he managed. I think I know it Did you ever notice anything peculiar about your friend’s hands?” “No,” said Livingston, absent-mind-edly. < “Everything all right? Thumbs usual size? No marks on hands, no ” “Simmons, once for all,” said Livingston,* in positive- tones, “you are all wrong. As for Beauchampe’s hands,. I never noticed particularly, more than that they are finely formed, but they are not small, and he is very particular about them. That is why I am convinced there is an absurd mistake. Beauchampe is the soul of refinement—utterly incapable of such deception. He could no more associate with that villainous crowd ” “He got drunk. You saw him punch the usher.” “I did —but that is what I want cleared up, Simmons.” “Very well. Stick to your friend, Mr. Livingston. That’s all right. I admire you all the more for it. But now you’ve got my curiosity aroused. I’ll see it through if it takes months. There’s my hand on it. ” Simmons extended a hand, which Livingston grasped cordially. “There’s just one more place I want to look in now. Steve thinks he might be there—he was heading that way. We can walk—no need to get in a car. lam going to convince you that Beauchampe is another sort of man, and satisfy myself; then we’ll arrange to get him out of the road for awhile. That is your idea?” “Precisely,” Livingston replied. “I am putting the matter entirely in your hands now, Simmons.” “If you have anything of value, just put it in a safe place. I could get it back, but there is no use inviting trouble. You’ll only meet ‘crooks’—there isn’t a man there that could be hired to murder you. Altogether different from that crowd we left. Steve says your friend isn’t a prime favorite on that account. Hs goes there oftener than he is wanted. ” “Among pickpockets?” “Steve says he has seen him there often.” “Beauchampe in a rendezvous with pickpockets—a common associate!” “We are going right to the bottom of this business now, ” said Simmons, resolutely. “There’s no stopping-place.” His professional pride was piqued now. “Why isn’t he a favorite? Has Beauchampe killed his man, too? I’ll believe qt when he tells me.” “There’s something back of their dislikel: Steve thinks it the most natural thing in the world. Here we are. This way. ” Simmons led the way through an entry Livingston had remarked a hundred times. The passageway had always been associated in his mind with a dingy little store. He had assumed the passage had fallen into disuse because the occupants of the store found it more convenient to pass in and out of the store-room. When Simmons stepped clear of the passage, and opened a door on the left in the rear building, Livingston looked into a pool-room in full blast (to be continued. | He Fell Asleep. Here is a new and true little story about Amelie Rives-Chanler, that meteor that shot across the literary firmament of America, whereat we all wondered, says the Detroit Free Press. She was dining in one of the private rooms at Delmonico’s with her husband and the editor of one of New York’s well-known periodicals that had published much of her work. After the meal Mr. Chanler proposed that his wife should read the manuscript of a new poem to the editor. Now the editor, after the manner of that hardworked class of individuals, was desperately weary, the hour was late and the poem was long—very long. But there was nothing to do but submit, and with the conventional assurances of anticipated pleasures the sleepy but courteous guest composed himself to listen in an attentive attitude, and the beautiful reader began. As I have said, the poem was very long. The dinner had doubtless been a good one, and if any man has an excuse for drowsiness after a day’s duties an editor has, even when he is listening to a decidedly sensational poem read by one of the prettiest women who ever held a pen. At all events he slept, undisguisedly and soundly slept, with the liquid rhymes flowing on and on, and it was some time before Mrs. Chahler discovered it. Do you remember how the faithful black maid in the “Quick or the Dead” used to waken Barbara with a long, concentrated stare at her eyelids? Well, the unhappy editor must have been roused from his peaceful slumber in the same fashion. Mrs. Chanler’s glance, as he opened his eyes in a dazed manner, was - certainly concentrated on him, and his awakening was not as pleasant as Barbara’s. Although a genius, Mrs. Chanler is “but yet a woman,” and she has never spoken to the victim of Morpheus since. ‘ How well it is that most authors can not afford to dine their publishers or editors at Delmonico’s. The Robber and the Cadi. A robber who had plundered a merchant of 1,000 pieces of gold was taken before the cadi, who asked him if he had anything to say why he should not be decapitated. “Your honor,” said the robber, “I could not do otherwise than take the money, for Allah made me that way.” “your defense is ingenious and sound,” said the cadi, “and I must acquit you of criminality. Unfortunately Allah has made me so that I must take off your head—unless,” he added thoughtfully, “You offer me half the gold; for he made me weak under temptation.” Thereupon the robber put 500 pieces of gold in the cadi’s hjand. “Good,” said the cadi, “I shall now remove but one-half your head. To show my trust in your discretion I shall leave intact the half you talk with.” — San Francisco Examiner. Edna noticed that papa did not kiss , the new baby, so she put her arm i around his neck and said, coaxingly. “Kiss it, papa; it won’t Ute."

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— . . * ... . . I, .M, ... I . .1 . Business Directory. THE DECATUR NATIONAL RANK. capital, 060.000. BurpluMTAto Organised August IK, IMA Ogtoere ■T. T. Dorwin, President; P.WAmtto, Tice-Preeldeat: R. 8. Peterson, Cashier: T. T. porbin, P. W. Smith, Henry Derkea, J. H. Holbrook, B. J. Terveer, J. D. Hale and B.B.POtenon, Dlrecton. We are prepared to make Loans on good security, receive Deposits, furnish Domestic and Foreign Exchange, buy and sell Government and Municipal Bonds, and furnish Letten of Credit available in any of the principal cities es Europe. Also Passage Tickets to and from World, including transportation to XI. 8. XjsaSXN.TTXO’. Veterinary Surgeon, XbdCoxxroe, Xia cl. Successfully treats all diseases of Horses and Cattie. Will respond to calls at any time. Prioea reasonable. «7ame« JE. jßedo t Attorney at Law Deeefwr, • - Jedi eno. fauT G. Booper, r liaw Jlsoafwr, - • ZnMsssus. THRANCT A y. T. rHANOS.' A? . J. T. MUBYMAN ▲ttornoya art Xsarw* DECATUR, INDIANA. Office Nos. 1,2 and 3, over the Adams County Bank. Collections a specialty. IBBSB HOUSE, L J. MIESSE, Proprietor. Decatur, Ind. Location Central—Opposite Court House. OM leading hotel 1b the city. ”— O.T. May, M. Fl&7’isilola*,xk«to S-u.x*soc>aa Monroe. ... Indlnnn. All calls promptly attended to day or night. Office at residence. Adams County Bank Capital, $75,000. Surplus, $75,000. Organized; in 1871. Officers—D. Studabaker, President : Robt. B. Allison, Vice-President;. W. H. NiUljck, Cashier. Do a general banking business. Collections made in ail parts of the country. County, City and Township Orders bought. Foreign and Domestic Exchange bought and! sold. Interest paid>on.time deposits. SU «F» yordan-Atturney-at-taw anti PensionAgeirt Collection, of Claims a. specialty.. jDeoatur.. Indiana. Kent K. Wheelock, M. D., EYE AND EAR SPECIALIST 94 Calhoun-st. Fort Wayne, Ind. D. NEUENSCHWANDER, M. D. HOMEOPATHIST. Berne, - - _ Indiana. Children and Chronic Diseases a Specialty. Twenty years experience. A. 41. HOLLOWAY, Fliysiciaii rite Surgeon Office over Burns’ harness shop, residence one door north of M. E. church. All calls promptly attended to in city or country night or day. M, Lu HOLLOWAY, M. ». Office and residence one door north of M. E. church. Diseases of women and children spe- > MONEY TO LOAN On Farm Property on Long Tima. Ooskmlmmloxx. Low Rata of Intereat. In any amounts can be made at any time and ■top interest. Call on, or address, JL. K. GRUBB, or JT. JF. MANN, Office: Odd Fellows’ Building, Decatur.

COMPLEXION POWDER: SAFE; CURATIVE; BEAUTIFYING. 1.2.3.11 THREE I | POZZONTB | j TINTS Important to Mankind ! SPRING CLOTHING I HATS AND FURNISHING GOODS t Our Entire Stock of SPRING STYLES Are now ready for your inspection. We can truthfully say that never was there such a varied assortment displayed in this market, for business. The Styles are the Nobbiest 1 < t The Patterns the Handsomest/ While our lower grades excel anything we have ever shown. Our stock of -8- SPRENG OVERCOATS Is exceedingly large. Our Children and Boys Department is simply crowded with the Latest Novelties of the season. We will make it pay by offering the lowest possible prices for the best made goods, for you to come to us for yr " Spring purchases. PIXLEY co.16 and 18 East Berry Street, Fort Wayne.

MXFTDNH, Now located over Holthouse’s shoe store, sadl Is prepared to do all work pertaining to the dsotai profession. Gold filling a specialty. By the use of Mayo’s Vapor he is enabled to extras! teeth without pain. All work warranted. n/hrxN, B. K. MANN, l.f ERWIN MANN, ▲TTOUXYS AT - LAW. And Notaries Public. I’® nsi o n Claims Prosecuted. Office In Odd Fellows' Building, Decatur, Ind. Notice to Teachers! Notice is hereby given that there will be a public examination of teachers at the office of the county superintendent, in Decatur, Indiana, on the last Saturday of each month. Applcantsfor license must present “the proper trustee’s oertiffieate or other evidence of good moral character,” and to be successful must f>ass a good examination In orthography, readng, writing, arithmetic, geography. English grammar, physiology, history of the United tates, science of education, and present on the day of examination, a review or oompoeb tion upon one ot the following named books; Tale of Two Cities, David Copperfield, Ivanhoe, Heart of Midlothian. Henry Esmond, The Spy, The Scarlet Letter, The Sketch Book, Knickerbocker's New York, ThaHappy Boy (by Bjornson). Poems of Longfellow, Poems of Bryant, Poems of Whittier. Poems of Lowell, Hawthorne's ‘Marble Faun,’ and Carlyle’s ’Heroes and Hero Worship.' Holmes’ ‘Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, McMaster's ‘Life of Franklin,’ and Charles RaaAe’s 'Put Yourself in HM Place.* Said composition shall contain not less shan 600 nor more than 1,000 words, shall be in the applicant's own handwriting, and shall bo accompanied with a declaration that it is the applicant's origins! work. Reviews will bo graded on penisanshtp, orthography and oo» position. Examinations will begin promptly at 8:30 a.m. No license will be granted to appHcants under seventeen-years of ago, aftov August 18N. J. F. SNOW. On, bvpd. TIME TABLE The Shortest, Quickest and Best Route to the Vest, MWest, Soutti anti Sontra. FREE PALACE RECLINING CHAIR CARS on ail night trains. Solid Vestibuled Train Service Daily, without extra charge. Palace Reclining Chair Cars from Toledo, Detroit and Chicago to St. Louis, Quincy and Kansas City without change, requiring only one change of cars to San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego, Port- , land, Denver and all points West of Missouri River. Through Pullman Buffet Sleeping Cars daily from St. Louis to Salt Lake City via Denver, Cheyenne and Ogden. Round Trip Tickets to principal places in California, Oregon, Utah, Arizona and Olcl and IM*e-w Mexico every day in the year. A complete line of tickets via any authorized route, obviating the annoyance to passengers of exchanging tick- .j ets at the Missouri River. For lowest rates, maps, folders and descriptive printed matter, write to or call on C. S. CRANE, F, CHANDLER, Asst. G. P. A., Gen. Pass. Agt., St. Louis, Mo. St. Louis, Mo. R. G. Thompson, Pass, and Ticket Agent, Fort Wayne, Ind. I CURE FITS’ When I gay CtlRB 1 do not mean merely ta stop them for a time, and then have them turn again. I mkan A RADICAL CUS& I have made the disease of FXTSg EPILEPSY or FALLING SICKNESS, Alife-long study. I wabrant my remedy to Curb the worst cases. Because others have failed is no reason for not now receiving a cure. Send at once for a treatise and a Fbbb Bottln of my Infalublb Rkmedy. Give Express and Post Office. It costa you nothing lor a trial, and A will cure you. Address H.C.ROOT.M.C., ISSPeabISThNhYM