Greenfield Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 7 November 1895 — Page 7

DE

Man* by' DIE LYOHI MEDICINE

RMlflF

Co.

,m IMOIANAPOUS

uTOMACH^ iND/

TOR SALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS.

ceries

&

fiv

I

s.

mil"

A.ND

S5oob

(Il06Ct

You Can Save Money

By buying your Furniture, Stoves and other articles for fitting up your house of me, you will save big money. Stock new and first-class. Prices the lowest. Enjoy life by using a gasoline stove. Call and see stock.

Thaiis Farm Implements and Vehicles of all descriptions, at prices to suit you. We are in the EBusiness in earnest, and will sell you

EMBALMER

New

A Prominent Railroader's Remarks.

TERRB HAUTE, May i, 1894. Lyon Medicine Co., Indianapolis, Jnd.: DEAR SIRS—I wish* to speak a kind word for LYON'S SEVEN WONDERS. During an attack of la grippe, from which I suffered greatly with stomach trouble, loss of appetite and general bad feelings, I was induced by a friend, who said it would remove all these troubles, to try your remedy. I admit I did not have much faith in them, but tried a box, and one box r.iade me feel like a new man and did all my friend claimed they would. I believe them to be along felt want in the medicine line.

D. H. FEITTS,

I Undertaker and Embalmer.

Oaklandon, Ind.

I make Undertaking and Embalming my especial business, and am thoroughly prepared to do work entrusted to me promptly. The embalming fluid I use has no superior in the State.

Calls answered Day or Night. O. D. KLEPFEE,

WE HAVE THEM!

Dry Goods

cheaper than the cheapest. Try *us and |be convinced.

Ora Boyee. Assistant. Carrollton, Ind

MAX HERRLICH FUNBRAX, DIRECTOR

PENDLETON.

GREENFIELD

Yours very truly, J. W. CASKEY,

Conductor Vandalia Line.

New Palestine, Ind

28t

and

C.W.AMOS,

:-$pn

:A

Palestine, M----AU Calls Answered Promptly Day or Night

KEEP THIS IN MIND. KEESLING'S BIG FURNITURE JSTORE,

No family should be without a bottle of absolutely pure whiskey near at hand for emergencies

R. CUMMINS & CO.

"OLD PROCESS HAND-MADE SOUR-MASH

Gro­

Whiskeys

Sold only by druggists. Each bottle bears the certificate of Professor J.N. Hurty, Chemist, Indianapolis, as to purity and medicinal value

A. KIEFER DRUG CO.

Sole controller* of the output JL*t INDIANAPOLIS, of B. Camming 6 Op. Lorettd, Bj

f'l I*-

MAR HA 10CK. FOOTE [Copyright, 1895, by Mary Hallock Foote.] tomime to Hilgard on the night of tlie ball

Mrs. Denny considered Conrath very handsome—almost as handsome as Hilgard, and far more appreciative and generally available. She protested that she could not endure the wind on the porch and chid him for permitting his pony to nibble the young growth on her favorite clump of fir trees, but she did not go in, and Conrath lingered, as if he had something on his mind which he found it difficult to say. "That beastly coach makes a perfect imbecile of a man," he began, with more vigor of expression than the uncertain look in his eyes bore out. "I felt, when I got in on Wednesday night, as if I had been kicked from Fairplay over the pass." "Oh, I saw you," she replied, with a teasing smile. "It was plain enough that something had mixed you up pretty well. I told your sister you were a perfect 'wreck—couldn't stand on your feet. Wasn't that true?" "Did you tell her that?" "Of course I did. What was she to think of your leaving her at loose ends that way for the night? Who was to take her up to the mine? You're a nice brother, I must say! She was a great deal more anxious about you than you deserved. She wanted to go to you, but I kept her away—more for her sake fch nn voni'K-''

Uonratii flushed and laughed, with an awkward pretense of being amused at these accusations. "I don't know who is to answer for all the fibs I had to tell her,'' Mrs. Denny continued. "You can't, because your time for repeutance is fully occupied—or ought to be."

Conrath, shifting uneasily in his saddle, regarded Mrs. Denny's audacity with sulky admiration. It gave a certain piquancy to the commonplace nature of his weaknesess to be rallied upon them by a pretty woman. "Are you sure Cecil did not know how it was the other night?" he asked. "Do you suppose I would tell her?" "No, but plenty of other people might. She has been very quiet and— well, different since the ball." "You are very fond of your sister, aren't you, Con?" "Of course I am. Why should I have brought her out here if I wasn't fond of her?" "To be sure. That is proof enough." Mrs. Denny laughed her little mocking laugh. "She must be very fond of you, or she wouldn't have come. How does she amuse herself up at the Shoshone?" "Well, she is alone a good deal, but she is used to that. She walks and reads and looks at the mountains. She could ride, if I ever had time to go with her." "Con, when your sister has been out here a year she won't need any information I or any one else could give her about you. She will know you thoroughly. She will think you all out. I wonder if she will have as much faith in you then as she has now?"

Conrath looked at Mrs. Denny uneasily. "Are you preaching?" he asked. "Or what is it you are trying to get at?" "Does it sound to you like preaching? If you can find a sermon in it, you axe welcome. Much good may it do yon!" "Cecil is not as clever as you think," Conrath said as if still considering Mrs. Denny's words. "She isn't cool and sharp like you, and she isn't one of the exacting kind.'' "Isn't she!" Mrs. Denny exclaimed. "Not in the way of attentions perhaps, but if she should come to judge you once as she judges herself"—

Conrath's horse began to be restive. "Are you trying to make me afraid of my little sister?" he interrupted. "You might make her your conscience," Mrs. Denny replied. "It isn't a bad thing for one to be a little bit afraid of one's conscience." "You seem to have my failings on your mind. You might be my conscience yourself,'' Conrath suggested, "taking it for granted of course that I have none of my own." "No, thank you. You will need to keep your conscience nearer home. Besides 1 might be too lenient."

Mrs. Denny laughed and ran into the house.

The party set out for the shafthouse after the 3 o'clock whistle for the change of shifts had blown. The ladies were wrapped in india rubber cloaks, and Mrs. Denny wore a soft felt hat of Conrath's on the back of her head, framing her face and concealing her hair. A miner's coat was spread in the bucket to protect the visitors' skirts from its muddy sides. "If we keep on shipping ore at this rate," Conrath said jubilantly, "we will soon have a cage that will take you down as smoothly as a hotel elevator."

Cecil was conscious that the exultant tone jarred upon her, and she took herself silently to task for this lack of sisterly sympathy.

Mrs. Denny went down first with the superintendent, who returned for Cecil. When they were all at the station of the lowest level, they lit their candles and followed one of the diverging drifts—a low, damp passage which bored a black hole through the overhanging rock before them

The siaes of the gallery leaned slightly together, forming an obtuse angle with the roof. It was lined with rows of timbers placed opposite each other at regular internals, and supporting the heavy cross timborathat upheld the roof. The spaces between the upright columns were crossed horlzontally by smaller timbers called" lagging."'

TfTTTRWA

•'A"5T \U •I

burned with a still name ueavj, draftless air. At long intervals a distant rambling increased with a dull crescendo and alight fastened in the rear of a 'loaded car shone up into the face of the uiner who propelled it. They stood back, pressed close co Iho wall of the drift, while the car passed them on the tramway.

The drift ended in a lofty chamber cut out of the rock, the floor rising at one end toward a black v»h ch led into another narrow gallery beyond. "Here we are in the very heart of the vein," Conrath explained. "This is an empty 'stope,' that has furnished some of the best ore. It is all cleaned out, you see. The men are working farther on." "Oh, I SIKJJM like to see them!" Mrs. Denny exclaimed. "Which way is it? Up that horrible place? Cecil, aren't you coming?"

Cecil had seated herself on a heap of loose planking in the empty ore chamber. "I'll wait for you here if you don't mind. I am so very tired. Have you another candle, Harry?" "Yours vrill last. We shall not bo long gone."

Conrath and Mrs. Denny scrambled, talking and laughing, up the slope. Their voices grew thinner and fainter, and vanished with their feeble lights in the black hole.

Cecil closed her eyes. They ached with the small, sharp spark of her candle set in that stupendous darkness.

What a mysterious, vast, whispering dome was this! There were sounds which might have been miles away through the deadening rock. There were faroff, indistinct echoes of life, and subanimate mutterings, the slow respirations of the rocks, drinking air and oozing moisture through their sluggish pores, swelling and pusliing against their straitening bonds of timber. Here were the buried Titans, stirring and sighing in their lethargic sleep.

Cecil was intensely absorbed listening to this strange, low diapason of the underworld. Its voice was pitched for the ear of solitude and silence. Its sky was perpetual night, moonless and starless, with only the wandering, will-o'-the-wisp candle rays, shining and fading in its columnated avenues, where ranks of dead and barkless tree trunks repressed the heavy subterranean awakening of the rocks.

Left to their work* the inevitable forces around her would crush together the sides of the dark galleries and crumble the rough hewn dome above her head. Cecil did not know the meaning or the power of this inarticulate underground life, but it affected her imagination all the more for her lack of comprehension. Gradually her spirits sank under an oppressive sense of fatigue. She grew drowsy, and her pulse beat low in the lifeless air. She drooped against the damp wall of rock, and her candle, in a semioblivious moment, dropped from her lax fingers and was instantly extinguished.

It seemed to the helpless girl that she had never known darkness before. She was plunged into a new element, in which she could not breathe or speak or move. It was chaos before the making of the firmament. She called aloud—a faint, futile cry, which frightened her almost more than the silence. She had lost the direction in which her brother had disappeared, and when she saw an advancing light she thought it must be he coming in answer to her weak call

It was not her brother. It was a taller man, a miner, with a candle in a miner's pronged candlestick fastened in the front of his hat. His face was in deep shadow, but the faint, yellow candle rays projected their gleam dimly along the drift by which he was approaching. Cecil watched him earnestly, but did not recognize him until he stood close beside her. He took off nis hat carefully, not to extinguish the candle which showed them to each other. Cecil, crouching, pale and mute, against the damp rock, looked up into Hilgard's face, almost as pale as her own.

No greeting passed between them. They stared wonderingly into each other's eyes, each questioning the other's wraithlike identity. "I heard you call," Hilgard said. "Is it possible that you are alone in this place?" "No," she replied, feebly rousing herself. "My brother is here with Mrs. Denny. They are not far away." "Your brother is here—not far away?'' he repeated. A cold despair came over him. There was nothing now but to tell her the truth. In her unconsciousness of its significance she would decide between them, and he would abide the issue. He leaned against the wall of the drift, wiping away the drops of moisture from his temples. The short, damp locks that clung to his forehead were massed like the hair on an antique medallion. "You did not know me?" he asked. "No. I could not see your face." "lam not showing my face hem I am a spy in the enemy's camp. Your brother will hear the result of my discoveries in a few days from my lawyers.

It was roughly said, but the facts were rough facts, and he could not justify or explain himself to her, except at the expense of her brother. "Must I tell him that you are here?" she asked. "I suppose so, if you area loyal sister." "But I would never have known it if you had not come when I called. My candle fell and went out. I was alone in this awful darkness." "But some one else would have come if I hadn't. You need not be grateful for that. Your brother would have found you here." "But I could not have endured it a moment longer!" "Oh, yes, you would have endured it. I need not have come." "Why did you come, then?" "I don't know, he said. "I was a fool to come. Why does a man come, When he hears a woman's TCdoe that be, know*-—in trouble?

now, Kneeling beside her, he lit it by his own and held it toward her. Their Bad, illumined eyes met. "How your hand trembles! Were you to frightened?" he asked. "Yes. Does it seem very silly to you? My strength seemed all going away."

It was madness for him to stay, but ie could not leave her, pale and dazed and helpless as she was. "Let me fix you a better seat." He noved the rough boards on which she was sitting to make a support for her back. "Oh, please, go and get out of the mine!" she entreated, with voice and eyes more than with words. "But I cannot get out until the next change of shifts. I have taken the place of one of the miner. on this shift. Besides I have not finished what I came for." "Why do you call yourself a spy? Are you doing anything you are ashamed of?" she asked, with childlike directness. "I am a little ashamed of the way I am doing it," he replied, with equal directness, "but not of the thing I am doing." "And will it injure my brother—what you are doing?" "Not unless the truth will injure him. I am trying to find out the truth." "But why should you come in this way to find it out? Surely my brother wants to know it, too, if it is about this quarrel.''

It was a home question. He could only answer: "Your brother is very sure that he knows the truth already. I want to be sure too. I am not asking you not to tell him I am here. I have taken the risks." "What are the risks?" she asked quickly. "They are of no consequence compared with the thing to be done. I must

"Ah," she cried, with an accent of terror, "they are here!" A light showed at the dark opening above the incline, and the thin stream of Mrs. Denny's chatter trickled faintly on the silence.

Cecil put out both candles with a flap of her long cloak. "Oh, will you go?"

Hilgard heard her whisper and felt her hands groping for him in the darkness and pushing him from her. Ho took the timid hands in his and pressed them to his lips, and then stumbled dizzily away through the blackness.

A proposition from her companions to prolong their wanderings until they had reached the barricade was opposed by Cecil with all the strength her adventure had left her, but when it ap-

She bestowed a glarice of sympathy. peared that their way lay along the same drift in a direction opposite that by which Hilgard had made his retreat she offered no further objection. Her silence was sufficiently explainable by the fright she had had in the darkness.

The drift led to another smaller ore chamber, where miners were at work picking down the heavy gray sand and shoveling it into the tram cars. Conrath explained that this "stope" was in the new strike, claimed by the Led Horse, and that the barricade guarded the drift just beyond. "I suppose it doesn't make so much difference whom the ore belongs to," Mrs. Denny commented lightly. "It's a question of who gets it first. Passez, passez! You needn't stop to expostulate. I am not a mining expert"

Conrath looked excessively annoyed, but refrained from defining his position to this cheerful nonprofessional observer. As they entered the low passage they, found themselves face to face with a wall of solid upright timbering which closed its farther end, and in the midst of a silent group of men, seated along the side walls of the drift on blankets and empty powder kegs.

The barricade'was pierced at about the height of a man's shoulders with small round loopholes. Two miners' candlesticks were stuck in the timbers, high above the heads of the guard, who lounged, with their rifles across their knees, the steel barrels glistening in the light.

Cecil's fascinated gaze rested on this significant group. The figures were so immovable and indifferent of face and attitude, so commonplace in type, that she but slowly grasped the meaning of their presence there. These, then, were the risks that were of no consequence!

Turning her pale face toward her brother, she asked, "Is this what you have brought us to see?" "I thought you knew what a barricade is!" "I never knew! I knew—I thought it was that"—pointing tp the wall of timber—' but not this!'' She looked toward the silent group of men, each holding his rifle with a careless grasp. "You wouldn't make a good miner's wife, Cecil," said Mrs. Denny, and a slow smile went round among the men. "Hark," said Conrath. They were still facing the barricade, and the dull thud of picks far off in the wall of rock sounded just in front of them. "Do you hear them at work? Now turn the other

The Boaud came again, precisely Afctll

•8

Chronic Nervousness

Could Not Sleep, Nervous Headaches. Gentlemen:—I have been taking* your Restorative Nervine for the past three months and I cannot say enough in its praise. It has

Saved fly Life,

for I had almost given up hope of ever being well again. I was a chronic sufferer from nervousness and could not sleep. I was also troubled with nervous headache, and had tried doctors in vain, until I used your Nervine.

MRS. M. WOOD, Ringwood,

III.

Dr. Miles' Nervine Cures.

Dr. Miles' Nervine is sold on a positive guarantee that the first bottle will Denefit, All druggists sell it at $1, 6 bottles for $5, or it will be sent, prepaid, on receipt of price by the Dr. Miles' Medical Co., Elkhart. Ind,

strifce us, boys?" Uonratii asKea oi mv guard. "You can't tell for sure, the rock is so deceivin, but they seem to be comin. straight for the end of the drift" "Who are they? Who are coming?" Cecil demanded.

The Led Horses, my dear. They may blast through any day o$ night, but they'll find we've blocked their little |ame." ""What is their game?" Mrs. Densy inquired. "They claim our new strike, and from the sound they seem to be coming for it as fast as they can!"

Cecil locked her arms in the folds of her long, shrouding cloak, and a nervous shudder made her tremble from head to foot. "Poor little girl!" said Conrath, putting his arm around her shoulders. "I ought to have taken you straight home after the fright you got in the drift." "Why, do you know," said Mrs. Denny, looking a little pale herself, "I think this is awfully interesting.

I'd

no idea that beauteous young Hilgard was such a brigand. Just fancy,

(mly

two nights ago you were dancing with him, Cecil!" "What?" said Conrath, turning ^is sister roughly toward him with the hand that rested on her shoulder. She moved away and stood bet ore liiih, looking at him, her straightened brows accenting the distress in her upraised eyes. "Why should I not dance with him? In this place you all stispect each other and accuse each other of everything, fie accuses you. Shall Mrs. Denny on that account refuse to dance with you?"

She spoke in a very low voice, but Conrath replied quit# audibly, "Don't be a fool, Cecil!" "Oh," she said, letting her arms fall before her desperately, "it is all the wildest, wildest folly that any one ever heard of! Men fighting about money that isn't even their own 1 Why, this is not mining. It is murder!" "We're not fighting," Conrath replied. "Half the mines in the camp are showing their teeth at each other. It's the way to prevent fighting. If they keep oil their own ground, there wdn't be any trouble, but,'' turning to Mrs. Denny, with a darkening look, "if I catch that 'beauteous' friend of yours on my ground he'll be apt to get his beauty spoiled."

On their way back along the drift they were warned by a spark of light and a distant rumbling that a oar was approaching along the tram road. They stopped, and lowering their candles stood close against the sloping wrfll while the car passed. It was at the entrance to another dark gallery, ^d .'ds the car rolled on, the warm wind of its passage making their candles flare, it left them face to facewith a miner, who had also been overtaken at the junction of the drifts. He was tall, and his face was in deep shadow from the candle fastened in the crown of his hat He stepped back into the side drift, pulling his hat brim down. "Who was that?" Mrs. Denny asked. "I didn't notice him," Conrath replied. "One of the Cornish men on the last shift I don't know all their faae%" "He doesn't walk like a Corxtijah man," said Mrs. Denny, looking after him, "and his hand was the hand of a gentleman. They moved on a few paces in silence. Cecil flagged a little behind the others, and then dropped to the floor of the drift in a dead faint.

It was the air, they said, and the nervous shock she had suffered while alone in the ore chamber.

She let them explain it as they would, only begging to be left to recover herself nniefclv in her own

room

I

1

:4$x

.fa***

[TO «B OOHTMOTDJ

fn-i ,, 4, Fight to the Finish. DuLtrrHj Nov. 5.—A light to the finish between Jimmy Murphy of Duluth and Tommy Norton of Minneapolis was pulled off last night at West Superior. The contest lasted 17 rounds, when Norton was finally knocked out after being severely punished from the start. 4? A

Conductor Shot.

ERIK, Pa., Nov. 5.-»Bichard A Liike Shore and Michigan SquttaWfcrT