Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 14, Decatur, Adams County, 26 June 1891 — Page 3

Beaachampe’s Double OR ’ THE PRIMS DONM. * ■ A Story of Mystery, Love and Devotion. BY DAVID LOWRY. CHAPTER ll.—(Continued.) At first Livingston thought Simmdns had made a mistake —there must be another house with a similar passageway. The men he saw were well dressed. They were young. He remarked their youthful appearance, then the clean-cut faces arrested his attention. They looked like a lot of young clerks. Then it occurred to him that this lot of neatly dressed young fellows had faces sharper and keener than fifty or sixty average Americans ought to muster. In one or two instances the loudness of dress was noteworthy, otherwise the average taste was unexceptional: certainly there was nothing to challenge attention. Livingston stood looking at the player 'nearest him. Apparantly no one deemed him worthy of a glance. One or two looked at Simmons indifferently as he passed through the room and addressed a neatly dressed man who stood within a box-like enclosure. Simmons leaned towards the proprietor of the establishment, and talked with him in low tones. The conversation wds very brief. Three minutes possibly were consumed, then Livingston preceded his companion through the dark passage, and once more they were on the broad pavement. Simmons was the first to speak. “Our man was there. If we had been a little quicker—or if I had met you five minutes earlier, we, would have had him. ” , “This is Beauchampe now—you are positive Simmons'. ” '*» “You can make up your own mind. If the man that got into the row, and hit the usher in the theater while you were looking on was your friend Beauchampe, then the same man changed his hat and coat in Black Steve’s place, and the same man that changed his hat and coat in Steve’s place came right here. The proprietor knows him as well as he knows me—better. He is wearing the hat he got at Steve’s—and the coat. I’ve made sure of that. But there’s other proofs. ” Simmons’ deliberate tones produced an unexpected effect upon Livingston, who halted suddenly and caught his companion’s arm, saying, “Simmons, I’d rather lose a thousand dollars—and I never had' five hundred to call my own at one time—yes. if 1 had ten thousand this minute, I’d rather lose it than have this proved. ” Simmons stood looking down on him, He thought quickly. There was something Livingstone had not ftvealed; "some powerful motive back of the reason he had given Simmons for probing the matter. “All right,” said Simmons. “Just as you say. We’ll drop it right here. I’m sorry on your account, Mr. Livingston, and I’m sorry for his relatives, it he has any. ” He was looking straight into'’Livingston’s eyes. “Thank heaven! he has no relatives — no near relatives. At least, I never heard him refer to them. But it is barely possible, he may have some relatives, too. 1 was not thinking of them.” Simmons' brow cleared on the instant. “Glad to hear you say it. I was beginning to think he had a sister or a cousin. ” . “Pooh!” exclaimed Livingston. “There is no love—no sentiment in this business. I’ve told you everything. ” “Then we will go right ahead. Whatever, is proved will make no differences now, except that it will satisfy us. And to begin, your friend showed Dicky—that’s the proprietor of the pool-room—-his right thumb, and the knuckles of his hand. He told him the whole story, same as he tohl Stone. You see, he don’t care how many of them knows jt. He takes pride in it. His knuckles were skinned on the jamb of the door the second time he struck at th’e usher. Then, in wrenching his left hand qut of the handcuffs—he said he hadn’t time to do it neat—when he struck the policeman he bruised the side of his thumb. He showed it to Dicky and and laughed. He told Dicky, too, how he fooled them when he ran across the street between the wagons. One was a heavy express wagon. He dodged under it, caught hold of the ring—you’ve noticed how the wagons turn in their own length—curled his legs up, and held on until there was a square or more between him and the theater. Then he let go. That explains what he didn’t tell Steve—how his coat got so dirty. ” Livingston’s face was a study as he stood looking at Simmons. Simmons closed his mouth firmly and looked at Livingston with a quiet composure that exasperated Livingston, whose disgust was too great for words as he pictured Beauchampe curling his legs up, clutching with strained clasp the ironwork under the wagon. It was such an experiment as only a hardened rogue would resort to. The action in itself was incredible. That Beauchampe would relate it and gloat over it gleefully was past belief. “Is that all?” “No,” said Simmons. “It’s about as bad as I thought it at first. Your friend has done time. ” “What!” exclaimed Livingston, sharply. “Beauchampe a convict!” “There can’t be any mistake about that,” said Simmons, with rare deliberation. “None whatever. I suspected it all along. Most of the tricks that surprises people and throws them off the scent is learned in prison. ” “Such as slipping one’s hands out of handcuffs, eh? They give each prisoner a pair, Simmons?” _> “They might as well. A man who is thrown onto himself, if he has any life In him, is bound to work it out some way. They practice all sorts of things to ‘get even’ with the world when they get out. ” “And where did he serve time—did Dicky tell you that?” “That was my chief errand, I may say. Dicky’s record can’t be questioned. Its public record. He just pastes the sentences in a little book—he’s got thirteen years without a break. Just a fad of Dicky’s.” “But you have not told me where Beauchampe served—what State—and when. ” “Right here in New York—nearly three years, when he tells you and other people he was abroad studying. No trouble proving that Dicky says hundreds will prove it any time I want it done. Dicky isn’t at all disobliging about a matter of public record. Livingston lifted both hands, then dropped them to his side with a gesture that was more eloquent than words. Then he drew a long breath. When he spoke again it was in a low voice.

“That Is the worst thing I ever heard —the last thing I would have believed. I can’t realize it now. ” He stared hard at Simmons, then at the pavement. “I suppose we’ll go to his lodgingsnow —I think that will be best Or,” Simmons paused and seemed to be turning something over in his mind, “if you prefer it you can go alone. He might take it into his head to go there. The only thing that would prevent him would be ” “I comprehend,” said Livingston. “You think he wouldn’t care to have me drop in on him just now.” “That’s it, precisely,” said Simmons, Briskly. “But it’s the only thing I see for you to do. Go there, and if you can’t find him, manage some way—some sure way—to warn him to keep out of the road for awhile—till he hears from you. And you can make a ‘personal’ for him —that’s the idea. ” “Where will I find you in half an hour or so?” Simmons mentioned a well-known popular resort. Livingston still stood, hesitating. At last he blurted out, with a half-apolo-getic air, and in tones that appealed strongly to his companion: “Spite of everything, Simmons, I’ve not lost faith in Beauchampe yet. Don’t think it is a weakness; I simply can’t give him up yet. There's something more in this—and there's a terrible—a horrible mistake somewhere. I know you’ll think its weakness —but I can’t help it” “I don’t think anything of the sort—that’s all right. I don’t want to shake your faith in your friend more than I can help. Help him all you can—and I’ll help you all I can. I’ll wait till I hear from you. ” “In three-quarters of an hour, at most,” said Livingston, as he strode away. Simmons turned about, shook his head gravely, and walked in the opposite direction. CHAPTER 111. “LIKE AN ANGEL OF LIGHT.” Livingston walked rapidly three squares, was so fortunate as to catch a car at the corner, and eight minutes later was talking to the old man who had charge of the building in which Beauchampe had located himself upon his return from Italy. i “Mr. Beauchampe does notlodge here, sir. ” “But,” interposed Livingston, hastily, yet mindful of what was due his elder, “I have a distinct recollection that Mr. Beauchampe lodged in his studio. That was scarcely six months ago. I respect your discretion the more so, sir, because I am a warm friend ot Mr. Beauchampe. He would be glad to see me now above all times, and if you will tell him I am here ” “I cannot toll him when he is not in the house, sir,” the old man replied, civilly. “That is all right,” Livingston said, impatiently. “I understand all about it. But I was with him early in the evening, so if you just say to Mr. Beauchampe that Mr. Livingston is here ” “I cannot speak to him when ho is not here. ” 1 “Come, now—he has given you orders to admit no one.” “No, sir. He has not. Mr. Beauchampe does not lodge Here.” “Not lodge here!” exclaimed Livingston. “When did he change his lodgings?” “I do not remember. It must be about four or five months. Yes—all of that. ” “Can you tell me where I can find him?” “I can direct you to his lodgings, sir. I know very well, sir. You are his friend. I believe. At least, I have heard him speaking of you—he has shown me your writing in the Record, sir ” “Yes, yes,” said Livingston: “pardon me, but I must see Mr. Beauchampe as soon as possible. ” The old gentleman was at special pains, lest the visitor and friend might possibly make a mistake. At least eight precious minutes were lost before Livinston was on his way to Beauchampe’s lodgings, and a good quarter of an hour expired before ho found them. Beauchampe’s lodgings were in the last place Livingston would have looked for his friend. They were far removed from the thoroughfares made brisk by pedestrians. The houses were shabby, many of them falling into decay. Domesticity prevailed, but the odor was not always agreeable. He experienced relief upon noting the surroundings when he rang the bell, where he was assured he would find the artist. He had erred twice, but the proprietor of a musty little apothecary shop came to his relief, and pointed out the way for him. The house did not look as bad as its neighbors. The blinds were in good repair, and the owner had repainted it within tnree or four years. What possessed Beauchampe to hide himself among these little, faded-out shops and dingy dwellings? They were enough to give Livingston the horrors. The door opened suddenly, and an elderly female, with her neck muffled in a towel and wearing a faded wrapper, looked at the caller curiously. When the visitor made his errand known, the elderly female looked slantingly on the floor, and without answering a word, walked up the stairs facing him. Livingston chaffed inwardly, Was the woman dumb? At the end of a period that exhausted his patience, now well tried, she descended the stairs, and said: “Y’ou can go up now. ” Then the mysterious elderly female entered a door opening on the short hall, and Livingston realized that he had a listener —the elderly female was on guard. At any other time Livingston would have smiled; now he had serious business on hand. At the head of the stairway he discovered a door ajar. Pushing it open, with a resolve to face the worst, whatever it might be, Livingston strode into the room, greeting his friend. When he was fairly in the room, speech died on his lips. Instead of meetjng a well-known face, he found himself star ing stupidly at a young lady. The young lady had laid aside her work. In her haste a basket was overturned, and a cascade of colors in worsted tumbled toward him. He stooped, lifted the basket and replaced it on the table. The action gave him time to regain his self-possession. The young lady said, “Thank you” In an ordinary tone, and stood waiting his pleasure. Was this a wife, Livingston asked himself. At all events he must be doubly discreet now. How to broach the subject—or would he give her any inkling of his real errand. Livingston’s experience as a reporter in days not so far distant, was worth something in the emergency. He concluded he would let matters ‘drift,’and trust to chance. He said the right thing. ' , * “I thought I would find Mr. Beauchampe here, or I would not have intruded. ” “I thought he sent a message with you?” Surprise gave a new, charm to her face. It was a very bright face, more than pretty. Livingston thought she was beautiful. “Has anything happened to him, Mr. Livingston?" She advanced to him quickly, and searched his face in a quick, startled way that perplexed the visitor. “I heard him say he was going to hear

Vittoria with you—it was impossible for me to go with him so early in the week. I was sure he was at the theater." Livingston’s mind was madb up before she concluded. He resolved to lie. If the truth had to be told, Beauchampe himself should tell it. He would not. “It was planned to go to the theater, but ” What was it that deterred him? Her clear eyes seemed to be reading . his soul. She did not move a finger; she simply looked in his eyes, waiting until he answered. Livingston coughed. He could not lie io this woman. To do so would be sacrilege. He essayed speech again, this time more successfully. “We were at the theater, but at the end of the first act, which was very short, we came out, were separated in the crowd at the entrance, and Mr. Beauchampe has not shown up since. ” Livingston began airily, intending to finish with a laugh, but an exclamation from the young lady changed the current of his thoughts. “Leslie! Something has happened—something very serious. I feel it—l am sure of it ” She clasped her hands and paced the floor twice, then faced her visitor. It was plain that she was striving to control herself. “That was hours ago, Mr. Livingston; have you come direct from the theater?” Livingston stammered something about time consumed looking for Beauchampe, then said, forcing a smile: “I dare say we are giving ourselves a world of uneasiness for no cause. He will be here doubtless in a little while.„ Her searching eyes were riveted upon his again. She laid a hand lightly on his arm, so lightly he scarcely felt it, yet he trembled at the touch. J “Mr. Livingston, you are keeping something back from me. How can you? Who has a better right to know than his sister? We two are all alone. ” Her manner more than her words convicted him. Yet he could not summon sufficient courage to tell her all. All? She should never know the truth now, if he could prevent it. “I will not deceive you, Miss Beauchampe. I came here hoping to find your brother. However, it is possible he is enjoying himself at this moment with some friend—a student companion, a foreigner, or brother American.” “That is not like Leslie at all,” said Miss Beauchampe. “He .is incapable of such rudeness. He would have returned to you in company with this friend first of all. No, no! I know something has happened to Leslie. Why, see! it is long after eleven. The theater must be closed. I know something has happened, because——” Here a .flood of tears checked her speech. When she controlled herself sufficiently to resume speech she added: “I was going to say I dread somejihing terrible, because my brother has never been out after nine o’clock since I came to the city—not once. He was so particular in this respect—he is the very best brother in the world, Mr. Livingston—that he cautioned me when he went out not to be uneasy if he should be out till twelve.” As she uttered this rapidly between blinding tears, Livingston experienced a sickening sensation. Could it be possible that a wretch such as Beauchampe must be, if Simmons' discoveries were any guide, existed. He could not, would not, believe it. The longer he looked upon this beautiful girl in tears, the stronger his faith in his friend grew. No man living in or breathing the same atmosphere that this girl breathed could be guilty of the crimes laid at Beauchampe’s door. “Miss Beauchampe,” he said, in a tone designed to reassure her, “I will not deny there is something unusual in this matter, but it is possible something has prevented your brother from returning to me or coming home. ” “You cannot; it is impossible for you or any one to comprehend the half I feel. We are all the world to each other. If anything should happen Leslie, I think it would kill me, Mr. Livingston. I have no doubt it would be the same with him if anything happened me.” She was walking across the floor rapidly now, sobbing convulsively. Livingston was inexpressibly shocked and grieved. All his sympathies were aroused. But, man-like, he stood dumb. Ho could not choose words; words seemed such paltry things in the presence of the girl’s grief. “Miss Beauchampe, will you listen to me one moment —just a moment. ” She turned her swimming eyes upon him, clenching her intertwined fingers resolutely. “Just a moment. I will give you my solemn promise that I shall not close my eyes until I learn what has become of your brother. We were firm —I hope true—friends. Rest assured, all that can be thought of will be done—that is, providing your fears are verified. I am, fortunately, in a position that will en-' able me to do much in an emergency. My connection with the- press and a large acquaintance in police circles will help me. Rely upon me.” Miss Beauchampe reached out a hand, bowing her beautiful head, like and yet wholly unlike her brother’s. Livingston pressed her hand fervently, walked to the door, turned, looked at the silent figure standing there motionless in the middle of the room, a picture that time has not effaced from his memory to this day, then softly closed the door behind him and hastened away. CHAPTER IV. THE MURDER. “Well!” Simmons glanced up at Livingston, and laid the paper he was reading aside. “He is not at home.” “So he is married, then?” Livingston sat down beside him and explained the position of affairs just as he found them. Simmons was surprised. He was prepared to hear that Beauchampe had a wife—a number of wives —but the sister Livingston described puzzled him. He began to doubt for the first time. Possibly what they both saw and heard were not facts after all. Possibly Livingston’s extraordinary faith in his friend was well grounded. At all events it was now stronger than ever. “What do you proposq next?” said Livingston. “I am at the endfof my resources—that is, I will be when-J make the rounds of the newspaper offices, or can get word to my friends—men I can rely upon in a case of this kind. Simmons rose, buttoned his coat and said his course was mapped out. He was ready to call upon certain friends in police circles; in the morning he would communicate with the head of the detective force, and inside of twelve hours, possibly less time, they would “get at the truth of this business.” He spoke in the tone of a man who did not know what failure meant. “You know just where to reach me at any time, Mr. Livingston, and all the world knows where the Record office is. I’ll leave word there for you if I want you. ” “Before we separate, I want a ‘stiffener’ of some sort, Simmons. This thing has been trying on me. Besides, it’s past my lunch-time. What will you have?” “No ‘stiffener’ for me. I never drink anything stronger than milk. Milk’s good enough for me.” Livingston made himself a strong glass of whisky and water, with plenty of sugar, nibbled a cracker with it, and then they separated at the door, each going

his own way. Livingston availed himself of a cab, while Simmons entered the first car passing. He called at three newspaper offices; in one he found his man in, in the others he left notes that answered all pur-* poses. It was after two when he entered the office of the Record. The managing editor hailed him. “Hello, Livingston! Thought you were off?” “I am off. ” “I see you are. Why is it that news-, paper men when they get a day off invariably hang around newspaper offices?” “I might ask why does the managing editor voluntarily perform the duties of nighveditor. ” ’ “Well, the fact is, I was at the opera. You’ll allow a managing editor to look in his own office one night in three years —that is not counting election nights and extra occasions. The truth is, Baird is out of sorts—l’ve packed him off home. Everything is smooth as butter here. By the way, going to be about a few minutes? If you are, there's a murder you might look over. Another mystery. Three murders in one day, or twenty-four hours—same thing—is doing pretty well. Just skim over it, and see that the head is all right. Sparks is out looking up a matter of his own—playing night editor, city editor and a little of everything this morning. Lots of fun. ” The managing editor was perspiring, but Livingston did not smile. He was not in a smiling mood. “Y ou’ll find the proof on Black’s table there—or it ought to be there. Come to think of it, I did change the head. You’ll find the head on a separate slip.” Livingston removed his hat, as he lifted the proof. Directly his pencil was out. “The proof-reader hasn't seen this,” he said. “No—he’ll run over it after you.” “Why”—Livingston turned to the managing editor, “you did nSt tell me Major Dabney was killed!” “Not Major Dabney! J. S. Dabney? Yes—there it is—no doubt about the J. S. But can it be possible it is the J. S. ?C “It must be,” said Livingston. “There is no other J. S. Dabney. ” “Sure? That’s inexcusable stupidity on Black’s part He ought to know where Major Dabney lives. The best item—a sensation lying there and nobody know it! This is the Dabney, Livingston? We must be sure.” “I know both the numbers as well as I know this office, Mr. Ward. This is the man who has helped to make and unmake Mayors and Postmasters. And you did not know it?” “I’ve got plenty of time left to say all that is necessary, but Black’s days in this office are numbered. A man who does not know the difference between an influential politician and a grain merchant, manufacturer, or grocer, has no business fooling around a newspaper. ” The managing editor turned away with a wrathful countenance, and Livingston read the account of the murder, correcting the errors carefully. Directly the manager was at his elbow again v “See here, Livingston. Do you mind dashing off something describing the sort of a man the Major was. On second thought. I won’t devote more than a naragraph to the murder now—l may again. Time enough. You can do the sort of thing I want—and I’ll relieve you of this. Y’ours will be introductory—understand?” So Livingston,, who was at home in his subject, wrote out swiftly the “sort of thing” that fitted the Record. 'He described a rich—a very rich man. Men accounted wealthy were pleased to get a nod from him. Men who were anxious to make money courted his society; men who had sons to provide for, and who knew that a hint from Major Dabney was as good as a petition signed by a thousand merchants, consulted Major Dabney’s pleasure, looking not to heaven but to the American’s Mecca, Washington, for their sure reward. The political structure (in -a local sense) was a thing of clay in the Major’s hands. Self-interest and the golden rule that always ended in his friends’ pockets when it did not begin and end in his own, was the Major’s sole guide. A political venture that promised no profit to himself possessed no interest for him. There were such campaigns, in which great principles were involved, spite of all the Major and his colaborers could do to prevent it, but when the canvass was at its hottest, Major Dabney w:as cither fishing in foreign waters, absorbing the atmosphere of Florida for the benefit of his health, or sulking in his tent. As for the social, and especially the moral structure, they were built and maintained in another way, without the Major’s aid. [TO bE CONTINUED.] Nero’s Occupation. A certain librarian declares that one day a visitor pointed to a bust* which adorns the reading room of the establishment with which he is connected, and asked: “Is that anybody about here ?”; The librarian, supposing that the questioner was simply attempting to guy him, answered: “He has been dead too long for me to presume to say where he is.“ “I mean was he a man who lived here;” corrected the ‘stranger; and then, without waiting for a reply, he added: “What was his name?” “Nero,” the librarian answered. “Nero,” the other repeated thoughtfully; “that don’t seem just like an American name. What was his business?” “He was at the head of the fire department,” the librarian replied unblushingly. — Boston Courier. His Dinner Was Cheap. Edward Malley was eating a dinner at Heublein’s recently, and among the first dishes served was oysters on the half-shell, says the New Haven Register. He picked up one of the oysters with his fork from the shell, and his eye was attracted by a white substance which had been concealed under the oyster. It was a pearl of extraordinary size and exceptionally fine quality, although it was entirely in the rough state. It was examined by sev ersl gentlemen who were present, and it was universally conceded to be a remarkable gem. Mr. Malley placed its value at $75, and this estimate was accepted as none too high. He proposes to have it finished up and mounted. The oyster in which the gem was found came from one of the local dealers, and was taken from a bed in the Sound. A Great Honor. The other day I was talking with a friend who is a. nephew of the poet Whittier. During the conversation he remarked that he often played “seven up” with the patriarch, and a lady who was present, and is something of a hero worshipper, at once gushed out that she “would give anything in the world for such a boon! O,” said she, “how proud you must be to sit at the same card table with him I” The gentleman carelessly remarked that, of course it was an honor, but that he did not consider it the greatest on earth.— Boston Record.

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Business Directory. THE DECATUR NATIONAL BANK. Capital, 850,006. * Surplus,l7,6oß. Organised August U, Utt. OMoers ■ T. T. Dorwin, President; P.W.taith, ▼’lce-President: R. 8. Peterson, Cashier: T. T. Dor#in, P. W. Smith, Henry Derkes, J. H. Holbrook, B. J. Terveer, J. D. Hale and B. 8. Peterson, Directors. Wear® prepared to make Loans on good security, receive Deposits, furnish Domestic and Foreign Exchange, buy and sell Government end Municipal Bonds, and furnish Letters of Credit available in any of the principal cities es Europe. Also Passage Tickets to and from the Old World, iunhiding transportation to 381. 8. Xa»3B!EVCTXV, Veterinary Surgeon, IMonroe, Xxxd.. Successfully treats all diseases of Horses and Cattle. Will respond to calls at any time. Prices reasonable. <James B, Bobo, Deoatwr, - - Tndtone, Paul G. Hooper, » ' Dooatur, - • Indiana. THRANCE A MERRYMAN. J. T. vranob. A j. <r. mbabyman Attoraoyai Xaeaxsw, DBCATUB, INDIANA. Office Nos. 1, 2 and 3, over the Adama County Bank. Collections a specialty. yfIESSE HOUBK, L J. MIESSE, Proprletea. Decatur, Ind. Location Central—Opposite Court Hossa Ite leading hotel in the city. O.T. May, M. D., yalolanct) Sl'u.x*se<3xi Monroe, ... Indiana. All calls promptly attended to day or night. Office at residence. Adams County Bank Capital, $75,000. Surplus, $75,000. Organized in IS7I. Officers—D. Studabaker, President: Robt. B. Allison,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 sold. Interest paid on time deposits. S. «T. «Tordan., Attorney-at-Lawand Pension Agent Collection of Claims a specialty. Decatur, Indiana, Kent K. Wheelock, M. 2)., EYE AND EAR SPECIALIST 94 Calhoun-st. Fort Wavne, Ind. D.NEUENSCHWANDER, M. D, HOMEOPATHIST. Berne, - Indiana. Children and Chronic Diseases a Specialty. Twenty years experience. A.«. HOLLOWAY, IPliysiciaii <®s JSxxrgooxx Office over Burns’ harness shop, residence one door north of M. E. church. AU calls promptly attended to in city or country night or day. jy-KS. M, L. HOLLOWAY, M. I>. Office and residence one door north of M. E. church. Diseases of women and children spe- ' MONEY TO LOAN On Farm Property on Long Time. 3XTo Coxnraluaioix. Low Rate of Interest. In any amounts can be made at any time and stop interest. CaU on, or address, A. K. GRUBB, or J, MANN, Office: Odd Fellows' Building, Decatur.

COMPLEXION POWDER: SAFE CURATIYE; BEAUTIFYIKG. 1.2.3.1 White, )1 g—— ■111 "I““n All Druggists hmw Important to Mankind I SPRING CLOTHING! 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! The Patterns the Handsomest/ While our lower grades excel anything we have ever shown. Our stock of -s- SPRING 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. PIXLEX db COm 16 and 18 East Berry Street, Fort Wayae. ■ . R .. '-.-v.-S

JQ. lOEPTVNM, - .■- Now located over Holthouee’s shoe stora, sad ts prepared to do all work pertaining to tho dental prof Melon. Gold fiUing a specialty. By the use of Mayo’s Vapor he is enabled to extract teeth withqjit pain. All work warranted. BBWIN, B. K. MANN, J. F ERWIN A MANN, ▲TTOBHBTS - AT - LAW, And Notaries Public. Pension Claims Prosecuted. Office in Odd FeUows* Building, Decatur, Ind. Notice to Teachers! Notice is hereby given that there win be a Subtle examination of teachers at the office of Ge 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 pass a good examination in orthography, reading, writing, arithmetic, geography. English frammar, physiology, history of the United fates, science of education, and present on the day of examination, a review or compost tlon upon one ot the following, named booksi Tale or Two Cities, David Copperfield, Ivanhoa, Heart of Midlothian. Henry Esmond, The Spy, The Scarlet Letter, The Sketch Book, Knickerbocker's New York, TheJlappy Boy (by Bjorn* son). 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 ths Breakfast Tabla, McMaster's ‘Life of Franklin,' and Charles EmAo’s 'Put Yourself in Hig Place.’ Said oomposition shall contain not less shan SOO nor more than 1,000 words, shall be in the applicant's own handwriting, and shall bB accompanied with a declaration that it is ths applicant’s original, work. Reviews will be graded on peunmnshtp. orthography and composition. Examinations will begin promptly at 8:30 a. m. No license will be granted to applicants under seventeen rears of an, afteg August 1866. J. F. SNOW. Co. BUpt. TIME TABLE raw® The Shortest, Quickest and Best Route to the West, Northwest, Sonth and Southwest. FREE PALACE RECLINING CHAIR CARS on all 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, Portland, 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 Old and 2NT e-vtz ZMCoslloo every day in the year. A complete line of tickets via any authorized route, obviating the annoyance to passengers of exchanging tickets at the Missouri River. For lowest rates, maps, folders and descriptive printed matter, write to or caH 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 Cube I do not mean merely to stop them for a time, and then have them return again. I mean A RADICAL GUSS--1 have made the disease of UTS, EPILEPSY or ffAIAJENG SICKNESS, A life-long study. I warrant my remedy to Curb the wont cases. Because others have tailed is no reason for not now receiving a cure. Send at once for a treatise and a Free Bottls of my Infallible Remedy. Give Express and Poet Office. It costs you nothing xor a trial, and will cure you. Address H.G.ROOT.M.C., IB3PemlSt m NEWYOH

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