Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 10 June 1895 — Page 4

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And Still'Another:: Invoice,

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^OUR TRADE DEMANDS THEM

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So that we can guarantee our customers the yery ,1* latest styles in footwear the.

Ours Is The Only Shoe Store in the County.

Straw Hats and Summer Underwear

GOOD and CHEAP.

WHITE & SERVICE,

20 W. Main St. Randall's old stand.

MONUMENTSj

I need of any kind of cemetery work. My stock will be found to be first-class, and prices as low as consistent with good work. All orders entrusted to me will receive prompt attention,and "1 satisfaction guaranteed. See my stock and prices before placing your orders.

I wish to announce to the people of Hancock

I and adjoining counties, that I have opened a

NEW MARBLE AND GRANITE SHOP,

where I would be pleased to see all who are in

J. B.PTJSEY. Greenfield, Ind.

Good Agents wanted in every town. INDIANA BICYCLE CO,,

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LOVELY WOMAN.

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Of the new fashioned woman there's much

being said,

Of her wanting to vote and a' that, v*s* And of her desire to wear man's attire, His coat and bin vest and a' that, i-w^-And a' that and a' that. She may wear trousers and a' that ihe may even ride a horse astride, iut a woman's a woman for a' that.

See yonder damsel passing by? She's up to date and a' that. Khe Wears a man's hat, likewise his cravat, His shirt and collar and a' that, And a' that and a* that, His suspenders and cuffs and a' that, But do what she can to imitate man A woman's a woman for a' that. The modern maid, her form arrayed In sweater and bloomer and a' that, Eides a bike exactly like What brother rides and a' that. She may wear bloomers for skirts and a* that, Wear men's collars and shirts and a' that, May wear vests if she will, but the fact remains still A woman's a woman for a' that. —William Vest in Cleveland Plain Dealer.

HER SECRET.

Hushed iu an awful qniet was the big Bouse, for lis mistress lay sick unto death. No longer was it the abode of laughter, for tears had taken its place, and real sorrow had usurped seeming joy. Carriages still drove up, but it was over the straw-covered road they came, and their occupants only tarried for inquiry.

The mistress of the house lay sick unto death, she who was so beautiful and so glad. Strange that she should be summoned when there were others, sorrow marked and stricken in years, who waited for the call and prayed it might come quickly, yet waited and prayed in vain. There were others, too, not old nor gray before their tinu?, who might have slipped away into the unknown almost unnoticed, while this woman had so :ny ties to bind her to earth—her husband, her child, her relations, her legion of friends.

It was hard she should be called away so early from the rich banquet that lay spread before her.

Yet the angel of death was expected. His emissaries had arrived and told of his approach, whicli may not be staid— nay, nor even long delayed.

The doctor, who knew too well the signs of these fateful envoys, shook his head gravely in reply to the anxious queries of those who loved her best—her sisters, her mother, her husband—but he gave no gleam of hope, for she lay in a deadly lethargy from which it had been impossible to rouse her. In vain her mother spoke to her as she had done in days long gone by, when she was yet a child. In vain her husband stood by her side and took her hand and called her by every endearment she knew so well. In vain her child clutched her breast and cried for her mother to look at her and talk to her again.

Surely if it were possible to bring her back from the edge of the grave these dear ones could do it. But there she lav, stonily impassive, with,her great ejes staring into space, cold and unheeding as the sphinx. She gave no sign of life, and the hours fraught with hope sped slowly on, and each one registered a skep nearer the grave.

One by one they withdrew from the chamber of death, the husband being the last to obey the doctor's orders, and now none was left in the room but the physician and the nurse—her old servant, the one upon whose knee she had climbed 20 years and more ago.

How slowly the hours passed for the watchers, aud yet surely they passed too:5^i quickly—just so many hundred more vibrations of the pendulum, just a few strikings of the hour, and all would be over for her so richly endowed with all that should make life worth living.

The doctor never left lier side. He sat there with his keen, observant eye fixed upon her, ready to note any change, but there she lay impassive, and the watcher could scarcely see that she breathed.

Her beauty seemed even more perfect now than he had thought it. Absolutely faultless was the chiseling of those clear cut features. Her dark hair waved loosely around her Grecian brow and trailed across her shoulders, a fit setting for the marvelous whiteness of her face. The great violet eyes—her chief glory—were wide open, staring with terrible fixity into nothingness, or was it into the something beyond? Her lips had lost their vivid color, but this was scarcely a fault her hands were outside the coverlet, white marble faintly marked with blue, her •wedding ring the one discordant note.

For long there had been no sound ia the room save the crackling Of the fire and the faint ticking of the clock.

Suddenly the doctor bent eagerly forward. Her lips moved. With eagerness he listened. "Linley," 6he scarcely more than whispered. Then all was silence again.

The nurse rose hurriedly from her chair by the fire. She had only heard a sound.

The doctor raised his hand, and she resumed her seat. Long, long he waited, hoping for another sound of returning consciousness, but none came.

At last he came over to the nurse. "Did you hear her?" "What did she say, sir?" "One word only—'Linley.' The nurse suppressed an involuntary exclamation. "What did it mean, nurse?"

But the woman only shook her head. "Strange," muttered the doctor, as with knitted eyebrows he reflected and strove to catch some clew. Then he returned to the bedside. There she lay as impassive as before. "Linley! Linley!" he kept repeating. "What did she mean?"

The nurse made no reply, but sat looking into the fire. "Nurse, tell me," he said at length, "have you an idea what the mistress meant by that word?"

But the nurse did not or would not hear. "Look here, nurse." continued he, "I

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•, mast have an answer. You are keepingsomething back. Your mistress' life may hang upon you. Tell me, do you know to whom or to what she alluded?" "ido."^.f31

Then in heaven's name, tell me. She must be roused from her lethargy if she is to live. What did she mean?" "Doctor, I cannot tell you.". "But you must. I insist upon it. Is that life of no consequence to you? Can you sec her die and keep back what might save her life?" "Yes." .t.'.*. "Then you are committing murder.

The nurse's eyes were fixed on the fire. She seemed to be seeking guidance from the flames. At last her courage failed her, and in distress she cried: "Oh, heaven! What shall

do?

dare

not." The doctor moved up to her. "Nurse," said he, "one thing you must do. You must tell me what you know. If you do not, your life will be made hideous and unbearable by the memory of tonight. Cannot you trust me? You know she looks upon me as a friend. The secret, if secret there be, is as safe with me as with you. You must tell me. What did she mean by Linley? Is it a man's name?" "Yes."

The doctor glanced involuntarily at the bed.. No, she could not hear he need not have lowered his voice. "Her lover?" "Yes."

The clock struck, and the woman on the bed was one step nearer the unI known. I "Is this an old affair? I mean is it in the past?" "No." I The doctor sighed. He had brought. the woman into the world, and he loved her as his own child. I "What are we to do, sir:"

"What indeed, nurse?" He rose and paced the room in his perplexity.

Linley! Who was he? Pshaw! what did it matter? The woman would most surely die unless she could be roused from her lethargy—this Linlev might do it, for he was in her mind. He must be sent for if her life was to be saved. Her life! What would it be worth after that? Better death than dishonor. Let her go down to the grave leaving a spotless name, let her mother sorrow for her, let her child treasure the memory of a good mother, let her husband mourn the loss of his faithful wife. Aye, let her die. Yet dare he take this responsibility upon himself? He could save her. Of this he was confident. What had he to do with others? Saving life was h.? business. She must be saved. This Linley, whoever he was, must be sent for, and at once. "Nurse, we must send for him.

But the nurse only shook her head. "Or she will die." "Better so, sir." And the doctor wavered. "Better so aye, better so indeed. The price is too great to pay, even for life, a life of agony and dishonor. To be held ito scorn 15y

those

who admired her be

fore. To be KcoUcvl at by those whose attentions she had not deigned to accept. To lose her mother, husband and child at one blow, and gain—what? No, a thousand times, no. Let her die."

The doctor wiped great drops of agonv from his brow as he signed her death warrant. "You are right, nurse. It is best she should die."

He threw himself into a chair, and the nurse took his' place at the bedside. "Doctor," she called out at length,

He stood beside her and noted the change. "Call them, nurse. She will not live the hour out.''

Again they stood by the side of the woman, speechless with grief. How beautiful she looked! How utterly lovely! h, the pity of it she must die, so young and so loved! Oh, the irony that love which should have chained her to life had been her doom.

The clock struck- once again. The visitor was come, and the woman breathed her last in her husband's arms.

"Linley! Linlev!" muttered the doctor on his'wa^rhome. "I "wonder who he is. I should like to let him know his villainy is known, to thrash the life out of the scoundrel, to break every bone- in his body. Linley, Linley. Nurse will have to tell ine who he is."

But the nurse kept her secret and did not tell liim. For it was the doctor's own son.-r-Good Company.

A Hint to Bicycle Riders.

There is a little arrangement of my own invention, which many ladies, bicyclo riders, have found satisfactory, used to adjust an ordinary skirt to a comfortable riding length. About eight inches from the belt sew on the seams on the tinder side of the skirt little brass rings, about, the size of an old fashioned 5 cent silver piece. Then put the rings between tiie se:ans, so they are about six or eight inches :part then sew on another row diagonally opposite these rings, about six inches lower down on the skirt. Through these rings run a stout, black, smooth cord, the ends coming out into the pocket on the right side. By pulling this string and tying it in a single bowknot, and concealing it in the pocket, the skirt is lifted, for riding. When dismounted, by untying the string and giving the skirt a little shake, it assumes tbe conventional length. This device is perfectly simple. The rings should be sewn on strong and the string smooth.—Mary Sargent Hopkijus in, Wheelman.

a a Finger String. ,y

Perhaps the most startling suggestion for a "reminder" was that of the little boy whose grandmother had forgotten his Christmas present the year before. She wished to know what thing 6he nhould do in order that she should not forget it again. "You might put your teeth in upside down," said the boy.— Youth's Companion.

In the Rocky Mountains

Twenty years ago such scenes as this were rare, but they did occasionally occur in the bonanza region described by Mary Hallock Foote in Our New Serial

THE

LED HORSE CLAIM

It is a story of rare strength and beauty and will interest all our readers. Will be printed

Exclusively In This Paper

KALAMAZOO, Mich.,

June i'O.—Fire

yesterday atternoon, which is thought to have been started by tramps, destroyed Dewing & Sons extensive planing mill, sash, door and blind works and lumber yard, and seven brick and frame structures. Dewing's loss will reach $150,000 insurance, $160,000. The total loss is about $200,000 insurance, $115,000.

High Water in the North Platte. BIG SPRINGS, Neb., June 10.—The

South Platte river at this point has risen to nearly the high water mark. A local ditch broke last night, smbmerging the territory between the town and the river.

Any one desiring livery rigs of any kind can leave their orders at the hardware store of Thomas & Jeffries and the rigs will be sent around promptly from the Fashion Livery Stable of Jeffries & Son. Good rigs and satisfactory prices guaranteed. 78cf I

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