Decatur Democrat, Volume 37, Number 13, Decatur, Adams County, 16 June 1893 — Page 7

. ie=— 1 i ~ Business Direclory THE DECATUR KATIOHAL BANK. fcrylus, 610,KJ | Orlganlrad Aa«vrtU,MMk Oflloars—T. T. Dcrwiu, President; P. W. toeitb, YIM-Presideat; B. 8. Petareoa Caahler; T. Y Darwin. P. W. Smith. Henry Darkaa, J. K, Holbrook, BJ. Tarraar, J. D. Hah and 16 Paiaraou, Wraotora. We are prepared to maha Loans on good aaan> rtty, raaalra Dopoalta, furalsh Doanaatia sued Jroraifn Exchange, buy and sail Government and Municipal Banda, and tarnlah Lattara ad Oradit available la any at the principal aitiaa of Europe. Also Passage Ticket to and treat tha Old World, InuludJag tranaportatlan to Decatur. Adams County Bank Capital. 675,000. Burplai, 75,000 k ] Organised in 1871 Offlaaaa-D. Btndabakar, Proaidont: Robt. B. Allison, Vlaa-Proaidant; W. H. Niblick, Gaebler. Do a general banking business. Collaotlaaa made in all parte of tha country. County. City and Townahlp Orders bought, foreign and Domestic Exchange bought and gold. Interest paid on time deposits. ■ 1 '■■wrw Paul G. Hooper, Attorney at Law Dooator, • • reuNano. m, u. lcbrun*. Veterinary Surgeon, . Monroe, Ind, Bnooaaefnlly treats all diseases of Horses and Cattle. Will raapond to calls at any time. Prices ibaonabla. ■BWM, B. K. MAMX, J. ». ERIFIIf <6 MAJffJT, ATTORNEYS-AT-LIW, And Notaries Public. Penalon Claims Prosecuted, Office in Odd Fellows' Building, Decatur, Ind. T7IHANCB A MERRYMANL J. I. TKAKCa. JO 3. T. MBBBTMAM Attorneya at Xiaw, DECATUB, INDIANA. Offioe Nos. 1, 2 and 6, over tha Adame County Bank. OoUeotlona a specialty. A.«. HOLLOWAY, Z»lxy Hlolan <*» Surgeon Office or»r Burna’ harness ahoy, residence ena door north of M. B. church. AU calls promptly attended to in city or country night M, la HOLLOWAY, HL ». Offioe and residence one door north of M. * church. Diaaaaaa of woman and children special tiea. ffi.T. Bay, M. B. BPlxy ■aloinezaaffiy ffitu-|eoM Monro*, ... Indian*. AB calls promptly attended today cradgffiA Office at residence. & B> 8080, B. T. 8080. Master Commissioner. 8080 A BON, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Baal Batata and CollsoUon, Deoatax, Ind. O.P.M.AXDIEWS, X*lxy mlolnaxk. «•» Hurf eon MONBOB. INDIANA. Office and residence 2nd and Srd doors west cd M. B. church, 22* Prof. L H. Zoigior, Veterinary JVjV Surgeon, Modus Operand!, Oroho »1 ZT tomy, Overotomy, castrating. Bldg Ung, Horses and Spaying Cattle and Dehorn ing, and treating their diseases. Offioe over 1 H. Stone's hardware store, Decatur Indiana. J. S. Coverdale, M. D. P. B. Thomas, M D. DOCTORS Coverdale & Thomas Offioe ovr Pieroe’s Drug store, Decatur, Ind ■ .... • ' ——» H. P. COSTELLO, X"lxy ■alolss.xx & Surgeon, Offioe over Terveer's hardware store. Residence on Third street, in the old Derkee property. AU calls promptly attended to in city or country, day or night Livl Nelson, Veterinary Surgeon, Decatur, Ind. Residence southeast cor. Decatur and Short streets. T Q. KBFTVNB, J. DENIBT. LI I i iYt ■ I Now located over Holthousa's shoe store, and Is prepared to do aU work pertaining to the dental profession. Gold filling a specialty, By the nse of Mayo's Vapor he is enabled to extract teeth without pain. AU work warranted. MONEY TO LOAN On farm Property on Long Plata. Wo Commlaalon. Low Bate of Interest. JP«axr*l«bl P«b7-xnx*x*.t«2 In any amounts can ho made at any time amt step Interest. OaU on, er addroes, XX. GRUBB, or F. BLAITB, Office) Odd fellows' BulMlng, DeenOna, ALL KINDS OF JOB PRINTING NEATLY EXECUTED M THIS OFFICE.

w * The Romance of a Trail that Was Scented with Roses. ‘ BY JOAQUIN MILLER.

CHAPTER I. An artist in Yreka! The time and place were unreasonable, for it was 1856 in Northern California. Yet there he was—Arthur Bantry, a man whose forty years looked more like fifty, as reckoned by the record of sorrow which they had lined in his face. He had come to the Pacific coast with the multitude of gold hunters, and he had handled the pick and shovel more than the brush and palette since his desertion of art for ore. But in his cabin, one day, I found him at. work, in the clear light of a northward window, on a portrait of a girl. The original sketch had been made long before, as the worn condition of its leathern case showed. There was a sweet and delicate face, about one-fourth the size of life, and Bantry was carefully touching it here and there with the veriest tip of a tine brush. 1 saw that he was deftly adding slightly to the apparent age of the subject, and I laughed at this. “It can't be a portrait, Arthur,” said I, “or you’d be taking off the maturity instead of putting it on. ” Instead of answering me, he gazed ««! OAZED BSYOND ME." beyond me, with an arm on the rude table, and his body leaned forward as though he saw, or was trying to see. the original of the picture. Distraught moments in the conduct of my friend had previously puzzled me, and I had guessed that some deep affliction had affected his manner, if not his mind. Now I realized that the likeness had something to do with the matter, and I hastily apologized for my ill-timed levity. At this moment the cabin mate of the artist entered. Nelson Garth was as handsome a fellow of 25 as ever gave distinction to the rough sarb of an early California adventurer, or preserved the signs of culture in the transition to the manners and customs of the wilderness. “Ah, my sweetheartl" he exclaimed, on seeing the picture; and thus he, too, perceived that the occasion was not one for careless comment. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful,” he added, “andl’m in dead earnest about my regard for that girl. The face is lovely. I admire It—somehow feel that it is a presence—that it is something tangible, Arthur Bantryi-.straightened up in his chair and said: “Boys, that is a portrait of my wife and daughter both." As we lifted our eyebrows in surprise and inquiry, he gravely continued: “I was a pioneer in .these parts, as you know, long before the Fppty-niners came. A roving disposition, and a desire to find wild and unused subjects for pictures brought me herec That was excusable. The bad thing, that I did was to let my wife and child accompany me. The mother was a% adventurous as I in pursuit of picturesque Nature, and together we, ventured recklessly Into the wilderness of Indians. Our child, Rose, was then only four years old! One day I was sketching at the edge of a forest, while the mother and child plucked wild flowers. I had outlined a landscape, and Into it I meant to introduce the figure of the child. For that purpose I had separately sketched her face, and was giving it the - final touches when, in sport, she scampered away. Her little hands were full of wild roses, and as she ran she scattered the leaves along her trail. ‘Chase me, papa,* she cried, ‘follow the rose leaves,’ The mother pursued the runaway, and together they disappeared behind an immense tree at the border of the woods. Instantly I heard the exultant yells of Indians, and the affrighted shrieks of my wife and child. I rushed to their rescue, but it was too late, even had I been able singlehanded to cope with a band of twenty. I only saw and heard the captives departing from me into the forest, and that was the last of them to me. This portrait is the one that I made that day. But from year to year I have added to the age of the child’s face. That was my only way to keep her with me. In doing this I have been guided by the well-remembered face of my wife, whom the little girl resembled wonderfully at the time I last saw her, and who may have preserved the likeness until now, if she be alive. I have made every possible effort to find a trace of them, but with no success whatever. Whether they are alive in miserable captivity, or happily have been killed by their captors, I do not know. ” That was the story told by the eitist at Yreka, and it introduced the girl of the picture to us as vividly as a living creature. Upon Nelson Garth this singular acquaintance with Rose Bantry palpably had an Impressive effect. He had already whimsically fallen in love with the picture, and now he became engrossed in thoughts of the original. Let that stand for a prologue to the historical melodrama which I am to write. Half a year later there was an expedition against the early Modocs. through the gleaming snows and under the somber pines of majestic Mount Shasta. And why this expedition? Because the Indians rose up one night and massacred every white person, with the single exception of myself, in all the vast region now comprised in Modoc County. I was not in my own cabin at the time, but had taken a party of young Indians and gone a day’s journey deeper into the mountainous wilderness on a grand annual elk hunt. Possibly my absence from home had something to do with the sparing of my life. But I think not My insignificance both as a boy and holder of property saved me perhaps. Our great elk hunt had been wonderfully successful. My excuse for killing thirteen huge cows with my own hand at that time is found in the fact that a friendly tribe of Indians down the mountains near my own house was literally starving. lat once sent back a runner to bear the good news and to bring the famishing tribe to devour the tons of meat where it lay. It was the , return of this runner, with hundreds of hungry Indians creeping on after him up the mountain and through the dense woods, that brought me my first news of the terrible massacre. It seemed incredible; it seemed utterly. Impossible that I should now be the only living White person In a pl*oe that only the

season before was teeming with nappy and hu/snu cottiers. I took two fine ana faithful young Indians, and descending almost with the rapidity of shot on our snow-shoes to the flumes and green grasses of the faroff valley, I found only dead bodies and burned ruins. Believing myself to be the first white man to learn of the massacre, I hastened on alone to the nearest white habitation. This was the now famous Boda Springs, the property of perhaps the wealthiest man In the world, Senator Stanford. I was a part owner of the Springs at this early date. We had a little mountain hotel, my two partners and myself, and took stock to winter at our ranch deeper in the mountains. And this was what I .was doing at the time of the massacre away over the spurs of Mount Shasta to the East I chose to take care of the stock and live with only Indians about me, simply because I liked sollTude, and the silent dignity of the Indian was always more decent to me than the garrulous white man. 1 hastily told the terrible news, and then threw myself into the saddle, arms in hand, and set out through the tortuous and tedious mountain trail for Yreka. This city of Yreka was at that time a sort of capital of Northern California; a populous and most prosperous mining town, with banks, miles of brick houses, hundreds of hotels. A great city was Yreka in the days of old. I had a ride before me of more than seventy miles. The narrow, snowbound, steep and stony trail was simply terrible. But I was splendidly mounted. My horse had all the gathered strength of a winter’s rest In his strong and supple legs, and he continually bounded along like a ball. I fell from my horse into the arms of friends at Yreka. When Arthur Bantry heard the news, he cried: “Now for a campaign o* extermination against the Modocs. „ That was the general sentiment at Yreka. But Nelson Garth and I knew that Arthur Bantry hoped, forlornly yet ardently, to seareh once more for the lost trail of the rose leaves. CHAPTER 11. The motley army which set out from Yreka contained no more eager men than Arthur Bantry, who sought to learn the fate of a wife and daughter, and Nelson Garth, who was actuated as really by love of an unacquainted sweetheart as though he had wooed her. And I had been able to impart a faint gleam of tidings from Rose. A year prior to this time some half hostile and wholly wild Indians had visited my camp with a white girl, whom they proposed to sell for two horses. The girl could not talk to me or understand a word. She had been a captive since a mere child, and as she did not want to come to me, and as I would have surely been misunderstood I did not buy her but waited, hoping some white men might come my way and help me with their presence and advice. And that was all; I had never seen her any more. But I had kept up constant inquiry for her apd had sent word to Lieut. Crook, now Gen. Crook, and famous in many wars, who was then in charge of the nearest military post, of the fact about this poor white girl prisoner. Os course, when the massacre took place, the first question in my mind was as to the fate of the white girl who was, a prisoner among that nomadic band of savages. When I saw the portrait of Arthur Bantry’s daughter, even though he had nfade her grow to womanhood in the picture so strangely, I recognized her as the captive. Desiring to learn more before exciting him, I had worked slow; but now I told him all. Beautiful she was as any dream of beauty. She was sad and silent, piteously sad. She had stood pulling at the tasseled tops of some tall grass at the side Os the trail, as the Indians sat on their ponies bartering. That was all she did, and said nothing. She only looked at me once, out of her great, sad eyes that nearly all the time kept looking down. And she did not speak, in any tongue, when I spoke to her. And she would not come to me when I asked her to. Nor did she give me her hand when I offered her mine. And so she went away. But I thought, after she was gone that night, she did not dare show any concern or emotion. I thought, and I thought a thousand things, indeed. I offered my young Indians the two horses for her. Finally I offered to give two horses for even any information about her. Let the fact be at once and frankly confessed • that it is doubtful if I should have gone down into the valley of death after the massacre but for the memory and the hope of this beautiful, sad and fllent girl. As the expedition camped for its first night under the somber pines and fir and cedar trees that dotted the mountain slope, it was as motley a set of men as ever grouped about any camp fire on this earth. Could Shakspeare have but seen that gang! Perhaps twen-ty-five of the men had lost brother, father, friend, fortune in the massacre. These were sooer and quiet enough. Perhaps a like number had lost nothing, having nothing to lose, and were now merely adventurers—on their way out to plunder the dead, possibly. Perhaps a like number were of the lowest form of humanity, for the jails had been given a holiday. As we stood at breakfast, a tin cup of coffee in the right hand and a sandwich of dough and burnt bacon in the other, two tall and comely" Indian warriors stood over like silhouettes against the rising sun on the crest of the snowy mountain before us. Instantly I knew them for my two young friends who had gone down into the valley of death with me when we had first heard of the massacre. Take a map and trace the route of my travel since leaving my own camp, and you will see that in three days I had made almost the entire circuit of the grandest and sublimest snow peak in all the world. I was now not forty miles from, my own camp, my own Indians, my own cattle and horses. These swift and splendid young fellows had kept promise, and were coming to tell me how things now stood. Their Information, whatever it might be, was of the greatest Importance. Did the compact with the Modocs still hold good? Was Pitt River and Modoc and Shasta still friendly, or had they quarreled over the plunder, after the fashion of white nations? All this was Important to know. But such a panic! Pistols in the air instantly! A dozen, forty, fifty shots! The two tall and shapely figures melted back and away as they had come. And that was all—all except a “stampede" of horses, cattle, mules, men! The cattle first took fright at this apparition —those two shapely and shadowy savages on the steep, deep snow under the pines that lifted before us—and they, like the men in the early morning, started for the world below! Then the mules, madly braying, followed the bellowing cattle. Then the horses. Then

ths mon dashsd brsvely down the mountain after their horses. And they never came back—cattle, horses, mules or men! Ike Rodgers, the banker, whose father had fallen in the massacre, pulled the remnant of men together that afternoon, had what few cattle butchered that had lodged In the enow, and as night came on, and the cruet of deep snow hardened, the little band set forward, silent, slowly, In single file, through the great solemn woods to cross the Sierras. Each man had ahorse and drew a sled. The sled was 'rfton only the hide of a lullock with blankets, bread, bacon, arms, ammunition, anything Indeed that fell to the lot of the mau who drew the sledge in the general distribution of piovisions. Here were stout, daring, audacious hearts now. Napoleon on the Alps, the hunchback Hannibal before him were simply luxur ous robbers in comparison with this sobered and earnest little string of men on their tortuous way through the pines to recover a kingdom that had been lost to olvilizatlon. Cortez drawing his ships by piecemeal over the ; isthmus knew nothing half so terrible In that warm and luxurious land. For here with us on the very first night nearly every man had feet, face, or hands badly frozen. And the wolves? Before it was yet quite full dawn we were compelled to form a solid circle with our faces to the wolves; our sleds and horses in the center. And such beautiful teeth! We sat down on our sleds facing the wolves. The wolves promptly sat down right before us, their great red tongues lolling out of their hungry mouths, their beautiful white teeth glistening in perilous contrast. Two sleds of beef had already been captured and instantly devoured. “Look here. I’ve cut myself somehow," whispered one of the men who •had lost a sled. Wo only discovered that he was hurt by the blood that made the white snow red. This poor fellow was reputed to be a professional pickpocket when at home in the enjoyment of civilization and liberty. But he was a good soldier here, and did not even cry out when a wolf tore away a handful of flesh from his leg; but he merely laid it to some accidental awkwardness of his, had his leg bandaged as we all sat there, shivering and looking down into a thousand hungry throats, waiting,, praying for sunrise. But had that poor pickpocket by sign or sound Indicated that the wolves had begun to eat our men as well as our provisions, there would probably have been a two-second panic. Then tome few white bones on the bloody snow—the red epitaph over the common grave of the “Army of Northern California." When light came and the wolves went back a little from our laces we made roaring fires and broiled, or rather burned, our beef, so that it would be less heavy, and, finally, less attractive to the wolves in these terrible marches at night. While this was being done I posted on alone with Capt Rodgers, whom I had come to know and greatly respect, if not to quite yet trust, to see, if possible, if there was any abatement in the tremendous depth ,of snow, for our sleds were now all worn and broken, our horses were weak and failing for want of food. After an hour or so we crossed a huge bear track, or rather what Rodgers called a bear track. It was simply the track of about twenty Modocs on the war-path! They were going toward my own camp. But I kept my own counsel There was no turning back now. To tell the worn and half-hearted band of men that tjie Moaoc was also with us would have insured a sort of paralysis. It was push on now or perish. This “bear track” at this time and place could mean but one thing—and how you need a map of the whole thing here—and that was now between the three Indian tribes that hovered about the base of Mount Shasta. Either this or the Modocs were merely on their way to tny camp for cattle. This broad bear track was pointing direct for cither my cattle or the scalps of my Indians. In either case the only immediate danger to the little army was the danger of a panic. But this Is the most fearful danger that any man has to meet in war. Captain Rodgers sat down to rest and I went on alone to the top of a bold and tremendous mountain of snow, from which the grasses and flowers of the desolated valley could be seen. It was here that 1 had rested with my two young Indians both on going to and returning from the scene of massacre. We had left a letter here in Indian characters, and as these two Indians who had created the panic before mentioned had probably passed this way I hoped to find a new letter. from them here. I was not disappointed. It took some patient search, some circuitous and tedious delay, which I have not time to set down, but a letter I found on the inner side of a scale of sugarpine bark. Bear in mind that the sugar-pine tree is always used by the Shasta Indians. You might search the forests in vain for any sign on any other tree than the sugar-pine. It was written in sign language. In the first place an arrow, the arrow is my name. Five dots to the left were merely complimentary adjectives, as if to say: “My five times brave and upright and five time faithful brother." The arrow was given me as the sign of my name, because I had once been dangerously shot in the face with an arrow. A moon, dry and cold, and just so many Tit THE LETTER. days old, was the date of the letter. And now here is all the news; and most important it was, as you will see. The sign of the Modoc is the reed, or rather the tule: a long slim line represents the tule. This shows the early history of the Modoc and his "floating islands” among the reeds and tules of the lakes. An awkward figure, looking like a demoralized hour-glass, represents the Bitt River Indians. You see they come by time round from an immemorial custom by keeping a continual girdle of blind pits drawn around the edge of their vast and fertile valley. As these blind pits had sharpened elk and deer antlers at the bottom, to say nothing of deadly pointed spears set upward, you may well understand that they were terrible enough to give a name to any people. And In the latter th'o tule or reed, although badly broken, is thrust downwards entirely through the pit-. So I easily read that the battle was a bloody one, and that many Modocs were killed, as well as many more of their enemies. . » And what did an awkward and helpless and overturned heart mean? And what was the round and helpless little circle for? Ah; me! This postscript of the Indians' letter on a bit of sugar-pine bark, may be briefly translated thus: “Ae for the matter of the beautiful girl, we can only say that we have learned nothing at all; and all our search and inquiry has ended where we began, in this narrow little circle." [TO BE CONTINUED I 1

STOOD ON HIS DIGNITY. A Hollar's Quarrel and Duel With tha Father of the Present Earl ot Rosebery. A man who helped to make a curious diplomatic episode in the days of Louis Philippe’s reign, died a few days ago In Passy, a suburb of Pans. He was known among his neighbors simply as Francois, and for half a century or more he had lived at leisure on the profits accruing to him from a duel which he had fought in his youth with thefatherof the present Earl of Rosebery, Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs in Mr. Gladstone’s Cabinet Francois had resigned his place as a non-commissioned officer in the French cavalry to assume the more lucrative duties of butler In the house of a conspicuous French statesman. One day old Lord Rosebery came to see his master about the business of the British Government Francois declared that he could not deliver Lord Rosebery’s card to his master, who was then engaged, and advised Lord Rosebery, whom he did not recognize, to secure a letter granting an audience and return later. This was too much for the British statesman, and thrusting his card into Francois’ hand, he commanded him angrily to deliver it at once. Francois, after starting away with the card, stopped to read the name on It Lord Rosebery reproved him so sharply that Francois replied impudently. An exchange of angry words followed, and the master of the house came to the reception room to learn the caiXe of the disturbance. Francois was discharged at once. On the next day Lord Rosebery received this note: "Sir: Yesterday I was a servant: to-day lam a free man. Ino longer allow your insults to pass. As a former officer in the cavalry of the French army I demand satisfaction. ’’ Lord Rosebery accepted the challenge, and two shots were exchanged without injury to anybody concerned. Francois was satisfied, but Lord Rosebery was nettled at the thought that his antagonist might at any time lay aside the dignity of a retired officer to become a butler again, and thus expose him to the reproach of having fought with a servant He therefore gave Francois an annuity ot 6,000 francs on the condition of his abstaining from domestic service in the future, and thus preserving his personality as a retired man of honor. Francois fulfilled bis part of the agreement as faitl^f ully as did Lord Rosebery, and neVr worked afterward; at least, that is what is affirmed by the French newspapers which have incorporated this storr in their obituary notices of the butler of honor. “Take Mary.” A hard old customer was Badger. He was never known to attend church, and was considered the wickedest man in the town where he lived. One night his old cow was roving about the yard seeking what she might devour, and stuck her head into the swill barrel By the time the barrel was empty her head was so far in that she could notfwithdraw it, and she made a blind rush to free herself from the encumbrance. As luck would have it she struck a bee line for the house, and directly for the front door. The old man was sitting inside telling his family all about the great murder trial, when the cow gave a frightful bellow, which was prolonged by the empty barrel into an unearthly roar. At the same time the front door crashed from its hinges, and the cow with her uncommon headgear bolted into the room. Old wickedness gave one look at the frightful demon which confronted him; each separate and individual hair stood on end; a shivering feeling crawled up and down his back; his eyes protruded from his head; altogether he was a picture of abject terror. Suddenly his tongue was loosened and he cried, — ‘‘For Heaven’s sake, taka Mary! She’s better prepared than I am!” Since that eventful night the old man has joined an easy-going church. Frogs Plunder a Hen-roost. Spartanburg frogs are not to be sneezed at. A truthful, conscientious citizen living near Fingerville had some hens that were laying in nests made on the ground in the hen house. The smaller chickens were roosting on the ground. Night after night tne chickens were disturbed and the eggs taken. He made diligent efforts to catch the egg thief. He secured good dogs and tried to get them to traok the “varmint,” but they never as much as sniffed up their noses. Finally he set a trap near the hen house door and baited it with chicken. Next morning he found a frog in his trap which was 8 by 14 inches in size with a mouth lanre enough to take in a frying chicken. —Savannah News. Incinerators in India. An excellent testimony to the merit of the new z system of consuming the refuse of a city’s street is reported from Madras, where a new electric railway plant is about to be put into operation. There will be three or four small power stations, and at each ot these the boiler furnaces will be built on the destructor principle, with the idea of using the street rubbish as fuel. It is expected that about 600 cart loads a day will be consumed, and thus clean streets and cheap electric light power will be secured at the same time. A Silver-Plated Dome, Colorado has been building a handsome new State Capitol and the finishing touches are now being put upon it. It has an imposing dome, and a suggestion recently started and widely and enthusiastically indorsed, |s to cover this dome with a heavy plating of silver, the metal for which is the greatest source of its wealth. “In the blaze of sunlight the dome would shed Its white light Tor many miles,” says a local paper, “typefying the State’s grandeur with a peculiar fitness." It is probable that the suggestion will be carried out — Gave Himself Away. Mrs Blinks (with a disgusted air) —That Aunt Sallie, who writes the articles in the household department of this paper, isn’t a woman at all. It’s a man. Mr. Blinks—Why so? Mrs Blinks—Here’s an article that jays woman’s proper sphere is the home.—New York Weekly. 1 How can a fat man be straight?

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The Lyon & Healy Organ Is the best and most jwSpg: salable JOPSi Organ of the Day |||l!|| Organs sold on Installment Payments at Low Figures. SJEAD JOB CATALOGUE. Fred< Shafer, Agt. ' BERNE. IND. Hi BLOSSOM StTIVE CURE TOR ALE DISEASES.» MUC ftC TUE CVMDTftUQ ■ a tired, languid feeling, low spirited and despondent, with no apparent oUMI Ur Int 01 mil ulnv • cause. Headache, pains m the back, paint acres* the lower part of boweta. Great soreness in region of ovaries, Bladder difficulty. Frequent urinations, Leucorrhoea, Ownstioationof bowels and with all these symptoms a terrible nervous feeling is experienced by the patient. THE OctANQH BLOSSOM TREATMENT removes all these by a thorough process of absorption. Internal remedies wlu never remove female weakness. There must be remedies applied right to the parts, and then there is pkrmanant relief obtained. k EVERY LADY CAN TREAT HERSELF. 08. pile Remedy. I »1.00 for one Booth’, treatment. 10. B. Stomach Powder* O’ B. Catarrh Cure. I —prepared by— $ I O. B. Kidney Cone*. J. A. McCILL, M.D., & CO., 4 panorama place, Chicago, ill TOB, SAT.tn "HTT Holthouse & Blackburn. Decatur. Ask fgr Descriptive Circulars. HOFFMAN &. GOTTSCHALK Keep a full line of Drugs, Patent Medicines, Paints, Oils, Groceries, Lamps, Tobaccos, Cigars, and a general stock of Merchandise. Prescriptions carefully compounded. LINN GROVE, IND. ■a v At Magley, keeps a large stock of Dry n ARI IA AR Goods, Notions, Groceries, Boots, Shoes and in fact everything kept in a general 111 /] store. Buys all kinds of Country Produos or which the highest market price is paid. IW SW te. guarantee to cure all nervous diseases, such a. Weak Memory, ■V jSlfi BE I.oss es »rain Fewer, taeadacht. Wakefulo..., 1.0. t Maul KV WW heed. Ml.htly Eml.sion*. ttalekaeaa, Evil Preaias. Laekat t* V ._J I CeaSdenee, Nervousness, Lassitude, all drains and loss of power Os the Generative Organs tn either sex cauayd by over exet» gSfe-x I tlon, youthful errors, or excessive use of tobacco, opium or aUmm fc-jL. lent, which soon lead to Intjrmlty, Consumption and Insanity. Pot convenient to carry In vest pocket. Sent by mall inplaln package '/to any address for SI. w# for So. Will, every S.t order we give a written guarantee te cure er refdad the money J Birons AHD ATTEB USIKO. . . o .. • For Sale by W. H. Nachtrieb, Druggist, Decatur, Ind.

Grand Rapids I Indiana Railroad Trams run on Central Standard Tima, ffimlm utes slower than Columbua or former tima. Took effect Sunday. Dec. IS. UM. GOING NORTH. BTATIONB. No. 1 No. 2 No. I Cincinnati .ire 105 am tltprn Richmond 2 20pm 10M.. 11UT.. Winchester.... 3 if.. 1| to .. 12&UB Portland 4 04.. IJBspm J 93.. Decatur 6 10. 131., i 3 Ft.Wayne...arr JOO.. 2 15.. SOO.. ....J.. “ ’’ ...Ire 216.. BM.. Kendallville 3 41.. 416.. 1 0.7 Rome City., 3 58.. 4 40.. Woloottvfile 4ci 6DU Valentine...., 411 tft.. LaGrahgo...., 4 18.. 506.. Sli> Lima 4 29 1008 .. Sturgis 440 ~ 526.. 10 » Vicksburg 6 38.. 8 50.. HOO.. Kalamazoo, arr 8 06 11 40;, ..Ive 420 am 626.. 900 .. tfMliffi Gr. Rapids..arr 645.. 810 . 2W, r •• ’• ..Ive 720 .. 1010.. 119pta 4U'.I D.,G.H.*M.cr 10 46.. 727.. ....* Howard City 1160 . 8 41.. ..4..... Big Rapids 1236 am 946 Reed City 1 03 Cadillac arr 1130.. 2 05.. 510 •' ....Ive 230 9 10 ~ City 700 pm Kalkaska .... 348 Petoske, 636 .. 915 MacklnacClty 800. 10 35 GOING SOUTH. STATIONS. No. 2 No. 6 No. 4 No. I MacklnacClty. 715 pm 745 am 200pm Petoskey 9 10.. 9 20.. 3 45.. Kalkaska 12 36 .. 11 38 .. 502 Traverse City 11 10.. 450.. Cadillac ....arr 220 am 115 pm 7 00.. 806 am “ ...4ve 215.. 135.. 850 pm 8 10.. Reed City 3 28.. 2 30.. 7 50.. 900.. Big Rapids 4 00.. 2 58.. c 825.. 945.. Howard City.. 45i>.. 343.. 920.. 1033 .. D..G.H.&M.cr 606.. 5 06.. 1096.. 1136., Gr. Ranjds arr 633 .. 515.. 1100.. 150,. “ " ..Ive 700 . 6 00.. 1120.. 200pm Kalamazoo.arr 8 60.. 8 00.. 12 56am I 340.. ’• ..Ive 855 .. 805 346 .. Vicksburg 9 24.. 883 411.. Sturgis 1019.. 926 506 .. Lima .10 32.. 1140 JJ7 .. laGrange... .10 44.. 952 .. 5 59.. Valentine 10 53 .. 10 02 537 .. Wolcottville... HIM .. 10 14 547 .. Rome City 1109 .. 10 19 53 .. Kendallville. . . II 25 .. 10 89 6 08.. Ft. Wayne..arr 1240 pm 11 60 715.. “ “ ..Ive 100.. 1258 am 5 45am Decatur 146.. 12 58.. 630 Portland 2 40.. 165.. 730 Winchester.... 3 17.. 2 36.. 809 Richmond 4 20.. 3 40.. 915 Cincinnati 700 .. 655 . 1301 pm Trains 6 and 6 run dally between Grand Rapids and Cincinnati. C, L. LOCKWOOD, Gen. Pass. Agent JEFF. BRYSON, Agent. Decatur, Ind First Class Night and Day Service betweep Toledo, Ohio, )AND( St. Louis, Mo. FREE CHAIR CARS BAY TRAINS—MODERN EQUIPMENT THROUCHOIT. VESTIBULED SLEEPING CARS ON NIGHT TRAINS! n-VEALS SERVED EH ROUTE, ang Acer, HAT OR NISHT, at KodtraU coat. Ask lor tickets lii Tofedo, St Louis It lansis City L1 ClovekLmfßoute. For further particulars, call on neared Agent of the Company, or address Qa O. JENKINS, TOLEDO, OHIO, W. L. DOUCLAS S 3 SHOE CENTLE&IEN. And other specialties sos Gentlemen, Ladies, Boys and Misses are the Best in the World. descriptive advertise* > 1 ment which will appear 1b Take no Substitute, but insist on having W, L. DOUGLAS’ SHOES,with SBK' Y name and price Stamped OB bottom. Sold by For Sale by Henry Winnes, Second door West of .Adams County Bank, Monroe St.