Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 January 1892 — Page 12

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THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL, WEDNESDAY MORNING, JANUARY G, 1892-TWELYE PAGES.

LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM; Or, ft SPLENDID EGOTIST. A STORY BY JEANNETTE H. WALWORTH, The author of "That Girl From Texas,'1 uTho Bar Sinister," 4kTho New Man at Kossmcre," etc.

CHAPTER IV. "Come and make me beautiful for tonight, Florence," Miss Jeanne Lenox s.aid peremptorily, giving the last syllable of her maid's name the full benefit of a aomewhat dubious Trench accent. It has a s oothing eflcct oa Florence to be called Flo-ruv," Miss Lenox had been known to say apologetically, when her father, with masculine lack of penetration charged her with affectation. "Miss expects to meet her lover, then?" taid Florence, the I rench maid, laying uie novel ehe had been reading beforo Jeanne's advent, open, face downward, eo aa not to lose her place. Jeanne had come in with both hands full of small hard parcels, done up in smooth white paper and tied about with pink twine. The dressing table was strewn with these, and, hastily ungloving, ehe fell to work on the pink knots. "Not exactly lover Flo-fancf, butdear me! can I possibly have been bo tupid as to forget the Pozzoni? You told me to get the Pozzoni powder, didn't you? No, not lover, Florence; admirer, friend. Oh! Florence, he is just splendid. Everybody adores him." A sceptical ämile llitted across Florence's sallow face, but was soon swallowed up in her discreet eyes, which never saw ne jot or tittle more than it was proper for them to Fee. 'Miei Lenox ia neiither eixty nor Bixteen," raid Florence, oracularly. She had the stopper out of the vial now, and wi3 inhaling the perfume in long. eceUtic whilfe. "The genuine article! The one only cosmetillino. I did not know one could pet it here. My poor, dear Lady Eunice, how often have I prepared her for her drive or dinner or bail with this very game precious ointment! Lady Eunice was a beauty." Jeanne liked to hear about the titled ladies who had been served by Florence on the other side of the water. It enhanced her own importance in having come into final possession of such a treasure. She had been lady's-maid both in Paris and in New York too many years not to have outlived all enthusiasm save for her art. In her way, Florence too was an artist. That splendid lover of Mademoiselle's over whom everyone wag raving, was a thing of email moment by himself a matter of course "Where did Miss get this?" She was holding a vial uu to the light, examining its miiky contents through the opaline glass with kindling eyes. Jeanne looked at her anxiously. "Don't you like it, Fiorence? They told me at the bazar that it would make a hideous old woman of eixtv look like a beautiful young girl of sixteen." Everybody called Florence "Jeanne Lenox's treasure." Mrs. Ilockwood sail he could think of nothing more fortunate than for a motherless girl like Jeanne, with no brothers or sisters, with her father absorbed in Wall-st., and her mother's eister, her ostensible chaperon, lame ami hypochondriacal, to have such a good, sensible, steady creature as Florence always at hand; and Jeanne agreed with everybody. "Tell mo about your Lady Eunice, Florence," she paid, obediently slipping her plump white arms into the lacetrimmed dressing-sack which Florence was holding out for her to invest herself In, preparatory to being made beautiful. "There is not in uh to tell," t-aid Florence, placing a chair in front of the long mirror for Jeanne's convenience before beginning the mysteries of the toilet in grave earnest. "My Ladv Eunice made a great mistake in life, and it made her look old before her time ; one should not need such things." shaking the opaline vial gently, "until time has turned against one. or one has had some rreat erief. borrow is not good for the complexion." Jeanne laughed. Time was still her gracious ally, adding to. not robbing her of char ms ; and grief and she wero not acquainted as yet. "What shall I do with it then ; give it to Aunt Ilildah, or stopper it tightly and wait for grief?" Florence's black eyes were fixed solemnly upon the mirror. She was peering into it to note the effect of the last coil her deft hands had given the shining rope of reddish-brown hair, which Jeanne Lenox was very proud of since Kandall Mackaye had educated her up to an appreciation of Titian's favorite color. "If miss La3 a lover, grief will come soon enough; it always does. Ceil! I hope it will not come to you as it came to my Lady Eunice." "Florence, you are horrid. Your eyes look as solemn as a priest's at confessionmi, and your voice is as solemn as the penitent's." "Miss has been to the confessional?" "Never! That wa3 just a fancy sketch. "We are episcopalian, Aunt Hilda and I ; that is if we are anything. But how did rief come to your Lady Eunice? What üid she do that ma do cosmetilliue necessary?" "My Lady Eunice fell in 1 ove with anther woman's husband." "That w very naughty of your Lady "Eunice," said Jeanne, plying her chamois Lrush energetically across her pink, polished nails, which 'shone from the recent attack of the manicure. "She deserved to come to grief and to coimetilline prematurely." "Not at all, Mias Jeanne ; my Lady Eurico had nothing whatever to do' with iL" "Nothing to do with it? Nothing to do rith falling in love with a married fcian?" "No. It was the work of destiny. Destiny thrw her into the way of that other vnmtn'i husband, they discovered their affinity for each other and tho consequences were inevitable." "What wero the consequences?" said Jesnne, interestedly. Jfhe had no notion cl questioning the ethics of her maid. "When my Ladr Eunice heard that her husband's first wife died in an aylum for the insane she became melancholy, and melancholy alwavs makes the complexion yellow. It was then we began to use cosxnetilline. Poor Lady Eunice! A lees tender nature than hers would have preserved iU beauty in spite of all. "Her husband's first wife. Then she married the man?" "What did yoa suspect. Miss Lenox? fyf course she married him. Had they not teen searching for each other since ever Wieir souls had been launched into space? 6fy Lady Eunice 1 What a lovely saint ie waü! She owed it to my lord not to tre so rapidly. My lord grew rr arose rhn my Lady Eunice faded and pined, fmall blame to him for seeking amusejaer.t away frora home!" l'kiniy. Florence was an excellent com

pardon for Jeanne Lenox, young, ardent, untutored! Jeanne's hair was dressed now, and Florence had buttoned the little highheeled boots about her silken-clad ankles before fetching the blue silk ami velvet costume that they had decidedon between them as most becoming. Jeanne was distinctly anxious to excel herself for this occasion, and to excel everybody else, of course. "Florence," die asked, leaning toward the mirror to pat the soft fringe of curls on her forehead into more becoming positions, "you believe in infinites, then, do vou? Souls' mates and all that sort of thine?" "Without doubt, Miss Jeanne. Do not you?" "I don't know yet," said the girl, emerging with a very pink face from th heavy drapery the maid had flung skillfully over her head ; "but I hope fate will never play me the malicious trick she played your Lady Eunice and marry my affinity off before we find each other." "I hope so. too. Miss Lenox, from my heart; but if ehe should " Florence's mouth was too full for utterance. There were bows and things to be pinned about

the sweeping draperies, and her mouth was full of sharp pins. Jeanne finished the sentence for her: "If she should, Florence, we will fall back on coametilline. I am glad to know oi such a panacea to grief." She laughed that easy, insolent laugh which seemed forever defying fate to do its worst the laugh which has rasped Marianne Mackaye's nerves to the utmost. A little later she said, regarding her own reflection in tho mirror with pardonable complacence : "You had better call Aunt Ilildah, Florence; you know she never will omit the ceremony of inspection." Florence dropped the plump white arm along which she had patiently plied a Fin ail silver buttonhock to the twenty-first buttonhole, and gave an audible sniti'of scorn. lo her, .Miss ilildah barrens ceremony of inspection" was little short of an insult. What should a poor, lame, sick woman, brought up in the obscure rural regions, the dear knew where, know about the proprieties or the improprieties of a wealthy, fashionable young lady'd life in the city? This to herself. To Jeanne: "I hope you will not allow Miss Warren to make any alterations. You are perfect tonight, Miss. I am sure your lover" "Not lover, Flo6ence!"' with a swift, angry blush, followed by a sweet, pardoning smile. " Admirer friend affinity, then, will like you best iust as you are. lie i3 rich, Miss Jeanne? "No; a struggling geniup, Florence." "Ah, well, tnat is a pity. But then, Miss will have enough for the two. Now I will go for Miss Warren." "As we'd fetch in the cat that sits by the kitchen range, to criticise," said Florenco to herself, spitefully, as she trod the softly carpeted halls with a gliding, noiseless step in search of Miss Ilildah Warren, Jeanne's duenna. The girl she had left behind her, fully equipped, even to her fan, a toy of fine lace and carved pearl sticke, stood in front of her mirror encaged in self-contemplation. There Mas something deeper than personal vanity in the intense gaze of her wide, clear, childlike gray eyes. "Will he like me best just as I am? Oh, I hope so, I hope so! I want tobe beautiful to him, him only of all the world." She turned from the glass quickly as she heard the slow, regular thump of Miss Hildah's cane in the corridor, just outside her door. "How do I look, auntie?" She spread her gloved arms and hands outward, giving the full, craceful contour of her perfect figure tho advancement of an unbroken line. Her cheeks were aflame with excitement. Miss Hildah's eves traveled from the crown of her shining head to the tips of her iittle boot9. "You are altogether too young and too handsome to bo allowed such large liberty. No one at all to Oh, my dear child!" "No one at all' to do what? I have you and Florence." "Florence certainly knows how to dress you. But I " Miss Ilildah sighed wearily. '"Oh, Jeanne, I have been young and admired myself, in my time. I know what the temptations of this gay world are." Florence, straightening the things on the disordered toilet table, elevated her thin phouidere in a French shrug of incredulity. Jeanne made a little moue. "Don't moralize. Aunt Ilildah; I'm not dressed for a lecture. I am going to enjoy myself thoroughly tonight. It is only a quiet little dinner at Mrs. Kockwood's. Florence has been saying all sorts of nice things to me, and I know when Florence approves I must be looking well. So don't spoil it all." "Miss is perfect, ce soir," Florence murmured, enthusiastically. "Of course Florence is going with you? If it M ere not that my lameness made me eo conspicuous in company " Jeanne hesitated and blushed. It had seemed a simple enough thing a little while before, looking down upon Florence, as she knelt before her to button her boots, to impart the information that she was going to pick up Mr. Mackaye on her way to Mra. Iiookwood's. It seemed a harder thing to say it to her aunt. "Aunt Ilildah has such a trying way of stickling over small points of etiquette. "Misa Warren is antique obsolete," Florenco bad more than once daringly affirmed in Jeanne's presence. "Of course I go with Miss Jeanne," said Florence, sweeping the girl's flushed face with a warning giance, before letting her frave black eyes rest in cold surprise on liss Warren's peevish countenance. "That, then, makes it all right," said Miss Ilildah, strugg ing up from the low easy-chair by the aid of her stick ; "and Jeanne, do take notice of young Mrs. Verplanck'g dress. She is sure to be there. Mrs. Kockwood never omits her. Mrs. Buckland was here yeterday, and she says Mrs. Verplanck's entire wardrobe for this summer was gotten up by Felix, in Paris. Find out where the Kock woods are going this summer. We must get out of town " "Mis ' Lenox will be late," said Florence, coming in from a short absence, with her own hat and gloves on; and she looked inexorably at th clock on Jeanne's mau-tel-shelf. "I will find out everything, auntv," Jeanne sail, swooping aown upon JMiss Hildah's withered cheek with a fleeting caress. "Tell papa oh, I forgot; he always goes to the club Thursdays." She was gone, leaving the dressing room looking like a gut cage irom wmch some bright-plumaged bird had just made its fluttering escape. "Florence," Jeanne asked, as her maid placidly followed her into the coupe, "how

could you tell poor old Aunt Ilildah such an awful rib? You know you are not going to Mrs. Kockwood's with me, I told you I had promised Mr. Mackaye to save him that horrid car ride." "I think I have not told Miss Warren any untruth. I have a sick cousin. M ho lives on S. Fifth-ave. If Miss Jeanne will let me ride so far in the coupe I will bo glad. If she objocts, I can go in the stage, or I can walk." Jeanne laughed Indulgently. She began to think she had never fully appreciated Florence before then. When the coupe stopped in front of the studio building, Florence got out on tho side next the street, and walked rapidly away under the trees in the square; not so lar distant, however, but that when Kandall Mackaye came out, following Jeanne's be-buttoned footman, she Mas close nough to form her own astute opinion of his personal appearance. "Ho walks like a king, and, ciel! what a superb head!" This, as Kandall stood for a eecond with head uncovered before her mistress. "There will be scarcely , room for two of them in that cramped coup; but they will not mind that! He wiil not mind, she will not mind; no, not if it entirely crush that lovely train. She ehould have taken the large carriage." Florence's professional instincts camo uppermost, and she glowered angrily at the swift-rolling carriage in impotent discontent. No, they did not mind. Jeanne was absolutely content. She was content to occupy the remnant of space not needed for Kandall's magnificent proportions. While he? The ease of tho nicely poised springs, the smooth, noiseless progress of the carriage, the delicate fragrance that that was part of Jeanne's refined atmosphere, the caressing voice in which she was prattling to him, with childlike eagerness, of the veriest nothings, all quite filled the measure of bis content. "Unquestionably," he sail to himself, lending a polite ear to Jeanne's description of a tennis tournament she had attended since last seeing him, "this is a pleasanter way of spending tho evening than listening to Marianne scold. I am glad she has taken her doldrums to Hoboken. Vastly pleasanter! Poor little thing!" "Poor littlo thine!" Whom be dedicated that unspoken comment to ho scarcely knew himself. Kandall Mackaye rarely ever marred a positive enjoyment by untimely moralizing. He was distinctly enjoying himself as sat by Jeanne Lenox in the shining coupe which Mas conveying him toward Mrs. Kockwood's in such creditable style. CHAPTER V. "Poor little thing!" He knew distinctly to whom he applied the words a few hours later, when Jeanne,

having put him down in front of the studio building, leaned out of the carriage to declare ecstatically that sho had had a "perfectly lovely time." Florence, gaunt of figure and stealthy of tread, had emerged suddenly from under the greenery, made weird by the electric lights in the square, and, opening the coupe for herself, had taken her place by her mistress' side. She was just in time to catch the closing sentences of the colloquy, but Florence was an experienced hand at piecing odds and ends together. Jeanne was leaning toward the scuptor as he made his adieux from the carriage blocK. "And when will love's young dream be realized?" Florence heard asked in Jeanne's eager young voice. "Soon, very soon, for you, I hope." "Tease! You know I am talking about the statue. You have made me Mild with curiosity." " "Mies Lenox will catch cold. The night air is raw," said Florence, in a discreet undertone, from the other side of the carriage. "You maid is right," said Kandall, com posedly; shall I give your driver his orders? "Home," said Jeanne, drawing her pink. flushed face back from the glare of the two biz lamps that flanked the studio's entrance door. A soft, fluttering sich fell on Florence's trained ears, then thegu'l by her side sat as still as if sleep had suddenly overtaken her, bringing love's young dream in its embrace. "Miss Lenox has lost her right-hand glove," said Florence, laying a daring finger on her mistress' wrist. The girl's pulse was beating fast and furiously. Jeanne thook the cool, insolent fingers off. with an impatient motion. "Tho glove is somewhere in tho carriage, I suppose. I drew it oil" to locate some hairpins that Mere piercing my skull." Florence satisfied herself that the glove was not in the coupe. "It is a pity to break the pair," she said, with calm insolence. "Monsieur must have appropriated it. Do these men never stop to think of the cost of such' a pair of gloves? And your lovely corsase roses, Miss Lenox, are a complete wreck. Did I pin them in so carelessly as all that?" Jeanne laughed softly, and the jewels on her pared white hand flashed as e.he laid it on her defrauded corsage. "Florence, you are pitiless. Aunt Ilildah herself could not be any more inquisitorial. Does one ever return from an entertainment without being wrecked, as you call it, to a certairl extent? I did not lose my roses. I gave them to monsieur. He saiil the combination of tints was perfect. That was a compliment to you. Ho is going to make a little water-color sketch of them. I will have it framed and and give it to you perhaps." "Miss Lenox is verv, very kind." "Kind! To whom?" "Oh, to me, for her 'perhaps,' and to mousieur for the gift of her roses and her ungloved hand." "Florence you are insufferable!" Perhaps the girl's fresh beauty, her childish inexperience, her motherless condition something touched a possibly unsullied spot in the French woman's seared soul, for, with an intensity of voice and manner which Jeanne had never before witnessed, 6he answered earnestly: "My young lady, you are very y8ung and very ignorant. You have no mother. I know the world. I know men. They are all desperately wicked. Bo careful, that is all."" "Florence, I quite hate you!" "I know you do tonight, my young lady." They were at home now. Florence followed the flying figure upstairs as soon as ehe had gathered the wraps together and made sure by a thorough search that the glove was not in the carriage. Jeanne turned sharply on her at the head of the stairs. "I shall not need you tonight, Florence; go to bed. I am going to tell Aunt Ilildah all about the dinner and Mrs. Verplanck's .dress before I go to my own room." "Miss will want rne when ehe does go to her own room. Her bodice faces behind." "No, I shall not want you." Jeanne emphasized this decision with a fiasaionate stamp of her wayward little oot. She could stand anything better than contradiction. "I shall bo very angry with you, Florence, ii you oppose nie any further." F.orence turned away silently. Jeanne went into Miss Hildah's room, and seating herself on the foot of the lady's bed, unloosed tne Hood-gates oi gossip, and let the Inundation submerge them both, to ths absolute oblivion of the silent, waiting

figure which Jeanne felt quite euro of finding in her dreBsing-room, in spite of

uer crisp commands. When the Lenox equipage, with its shining pane's, its hieh-sterminff' thor oughbreds and its glittering harness had rolled softly away from him, Kandall .wacnaye nad replaced the hat held courteously in h s hand while Jeanne was in 6ight, and muttered "Poor little thing!" as above recorded; and he then turned and gave an upward glance toward the windows of his own studio in tho fourth story of the high building. .Mignt not .Marianne possibly have returned in his absence? It was quite dark , up there. He believed he should enjov his cigar better sitting on one of tho people's benches, over there in the square, near the fountain, where a meager stream of Croton water made limited excursions into the air, before falling in a thin shower upon the assorted lot of lily pads and Egyptian lotuses' which filled the stone basin. Heabhored solitude. It was too early for bed. and too late for the theaters. That was the worst feature of dinners, unless one had filled out the evening's program beforehand, which he nad not done. lie had meant to have spent that whole evening with Marianne. It was her fault that he was sitting there on an iron bench, smoking his cigar, with never a soul to exchange a word with, while she Mas cooling her unrighteous wrath in the stuffy little boarding-house in llobokcu that her father called "home!" But it was not of Marianne he was thinking all the while he sat there in the square, taking amused note of the wasteful energy with which a pair of Teutonic citizens Mere discussing the fluctuating phases of tho great emperor's illness. It was of Jeanne Lenox, Mho had just driven awav from him. Hushed, excited, happy. "What an emotional little thing it is!" She was safe enough with him, he assured some unseen accuser ; but in some men's hands the girl's impetuous, untrained nature might lead lu-r into trouble. "As unlike Nan-nan as possible! Wine and ice water are not more unlike." It was with a distinct sensation of eolfapproval that Mr. Mackaye reviewed the events of the evening. Ho had treated Miss Lenox with ready paternal kindness. He had made it perfectly clear to her, or st least tried to do so, that he Mas wedded, "indissolubly wedded," as ho had told her, to the most exciting of all mistresses, art. I shall not go to see her, he virtually resolved; not even if, as she declares she means to make him do, her father should call in person. The thing will die out of itself. Egad, though, what a business card it would be to have Jerome Lenox call in person ! It would give me a regular boom. His daughter declared tie was quite an art critic. Perhaps he might offer a fancy price for the statue. Perhaps even admission to the Union league might come through acquaintance with Jerome Lenox. Two intrusive faces had thrust themselves by turns into his reverie ; one, that of a pale, classic, offended Juno; the other, a girl's face, flushed, happy, love-lighted ! The egotist put them both away from him to reveal in a delightful vision of himself enjoying nil the luxurious liberty and sumptuous idleness of club lite at the league. "Egad!" he threw the stump of his smoked-out cigar energetically upon the asphalt pavement at his feet "I never was intended for the seamy side of life. Fate played me a scurvy trick when she sent me adrift in the world to make my own living." He leaned back and stretched his long legs luxuriously. He still felt a trifle cramped from his drive in Jeanne's little coupe. He took his hat off and held it in his hand to let the cool night air fan his forehead. His head ached slightly. It had been "a trying day," he told himself. A woman, a tired, shabby-looking woman, hurrying by with n dressmaker's big box bumping awkwardly against her knees, stopped to glance at him. His was not the sort of figure one genera.ly encountered sitting en the benches in Washington square between tho hours of 10 and 11. The electric light fell full upon the snowy expanse of bosom that went with his dinner dress. On the bench by him lay a big bunch of fading roses. With his long, firm fingers he was restlessly caressing his long side-whiskers. The rest oi his face was clean shaven. A handsome, bright face at all times, notwithstanding a certain shade of restless dissatisfaction that marred its serenity. "It's Kan, as sure's you're born. Thero ain't but one Kandall Mackaye in this world. The Lord couldn't afford to make a pair of him." The shabby woman ecurried on out of sight, with a mirthless sort of a laugh. She had halted for scarcely a half second. She made no sign of recognition. As for him lie had not even noticed her slight halt nor the hunger in her faded blue eyes. The tower clock over in Sixth ave. was striking 11 when the" sculptor mounted the stairs to the studio in the fourth story. He was going back to his rooms very reluctantly. The studio Mas dark but for tho moon-light radiance flung into it, across the tree tope, from the tall electric lights in the square. The veiled statue gleamed M-hitely in the obscurity. There was a pretty antique lamp, which Marianne had picked up at an auction sale, hanging just over it. This Kandall applied a match to, and by its soft, silvery light he drew aside the shroud from his masterpiece. He stood beforo it a long time, with his arms folded acm-s his cheast. Its pure, chaste beauty seemed that night a thing M'hich he had had no hand in creating. It M as almost as if Marianne herself was there before him, coid, di.-tant, beautiful. Oh, so bt-autiful, so majestic in her calm disdain of the petty selfishness that had filled his day! "You will comeback to me. ma belle. Yes you M ill come back to me. Freely and of your own accord you left me. Freely and of your own accord you must come back to me. I shall not woo you back. That Mould be to cry pfccavi. Love's young dream is not quite over yet, for you ma Idle." Another second, only, he 6tood there m silent contemplation of the beautiful, still, white face beforo him. The antique lamp overhead, swaying gently by its silver chains, cast flickering shadows over the sculpturedjfeatures with lifelike effect. It was almost as if Marianne herself had turned her regal head away from him, in frowning rebuke of his presumption. With a short, quick sigh, born rather of a feeling of physical fatigue and general dissatisfaction with the turn things had taken than any shamed sense of personal wrong-doing, the Fgotist drew the 6hroud once more over his masterpiece and turned awav in the direction of his bed-room. At the moment he laid his head on the pillow he remembered that he had left Jeanne Lenox's roses out yonder on tho iron bench in Washington square. to be continceo next m eek. FAT FOLKS DEDUCED, v Mrs. Alio Mmpl. Oregon, CX Mo., mnrn: "My :ht w. Xjü (VI ("Win,, .. cw It l16bH..rluo. f tion or VZ 1!., nodi imi ro frrl 'f''''1 -'tpr that I would Vf I ( T 1 hk llM I WM. both tirpHMül ami proud of t he ckrtgi. I rwwminjnd your treatment to all uffrw from oWitr. 111 tnir all iiiiiirl hn "tamp inojod lor rply. PATIENTS TREATED BY MAIL, NoatorTin, no inconwmeüP. Jmnnlwn and no bad focU. 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41 Vv -'""T, -rS"V' I No. 14. Size No. 18. No. 14. Size No. IS Box case, LonH XIV. style, Waltham or Elgin movement teven jewels, $19.75. These watches art sold by retail dealers at from 30 to $35. fifteen yeaz. - - . .. t . r' -o ' T" " No. 20. Size No. 18. No. 20. Sie Xo. is Monarch casv with wide Yermirelli border and enpraveJ center, Waltham movement, eeven jewels, $23. This is the finest watch we oiler and is well worth $4; according to the price! charged in jewelry stores. The cases art warranted for twenty-one years. The readers of The extixfl never had an opportunity to pet first-class watches at any such prices as the above, and after this stock is sold they will probably not eoon have euch a chance again. This offer is open only to subscribers to The Indiana State Sentinel. One of these watches will make a handtome birthday or Christmas present for your wife, your sister, your dauphter, or year sweetheart; for your husband, your father, your brother or your 6on. In order to avoid confusion and mistakes the watches should 1h ordered only by their numbers. Thus it is only necessary to say: "Send watch No. S (or whatevei number is desired to the following address." Write the name.town, county and state very plainly. The cash ii.ust accompany every order. We should prefer to have our subscribers use the following coupon, which caa be cut out, filled up and rnt to The Indiana State Skstinel with a draft oa Chicago, New York, Indianapolis or Cincinnati or a pot toülce money order for thi amount.

ISO INDIANAPOLIS SKXTIXKl, CO.: Please send one watch No. . . to the following address: Nnme

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