Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 47, Petersburg, Pike County, 5 April 1895 — Page 3

_---—-!- <S0ttnty M. MaO. STOOPS, Editor out Pwprlotor. PETERSBURG. - - - INDIANA. - SIGN OF THE ABKOW. Calkins’ Tale of Burled Treasure and a Strange Photographer. The amateur photographer, the naturalist, Calkins usd myself lounged on <mr blankets about the embers of the grease-wood campfire, silently enjoying an after-supper pipe. An owl hooted from the rocks near by. "IffpoMop* Ante Beadxrei. 232. Bryant’s schedule. Three dollars,” remarked the naturalist, who viewed nature from a purely commercial stand point as an aggregate of catalogued specimens of more or less value in the scientific market. He was a sub-col-lector for the “Johnsonian.” “By the way, to-morrow I’ll show yon a blue print of the—what was the n»nu> of the bird you got this morning?” inquired the amateur photographer. ^Harp&rrhynens Seeontei. Bryant. 413. Two dollars,” replied the naturalist. “Yes, Fd forgotten. That's it, I dare say. Thfere was a curious thing about that picture. When I took the plate from the bath, I noticed a line .down the bird’s breast which I did not *-e member to have seen in the original when I propped him in position. At Wt I thought it must be some defect \A the film, but there really was the line, plain* nough, caused by a sort of semi-bald streak through the feathers. It was so distinctly marked, I wondered that I hadn’t seen it before. It merely goes to show how much more accurate in matter of detail a camera’s eye is than one’s own.” “I seen that illustrated once in a strikin’ kind of way,” said the hitherto ailent Gallons, slowly tapping the upturned toes of his boots with his empty pipe bowi^while he gazed into the fire in an absent-minded way, “and I’d have made my everlastiii’ stake out of the business I’m speakin ' of if only my fool nature hadn’t been tob'cyn tidin'. ” 6alkins paused, and sighed deeply at this reminiscence of an injudicious trustfulness. • “The beginnin’ of it happened nigh on to twenty years ago,” he resumed, in response to our request for the story, “one time when I’d been out prospectin’ ’round about San Felippe, and was on my way in for more grub and powder and a new outfit of tools. It was a sizzlin’ hot September afternoon, and I was takin’ it kind of easy, havin’ nothin’- much to hurry me, and was jogging along on my mule just fast enough to keep my pack-burro movin’ on ahead of me. The sand was heavy and the snn bore down like a hot weight. You could just see the heat vibratin' np from the sand and rocks all about in quivery, dancin’ lines, and way off, toward where the desert and the sky come together, was little patches of rock held np in the air by the mire-age. The trail I was travelin’ run along the base of some steep, dirtywhite limestone hills, all broke up and crumblin’ from the weather, and as dry and bare as an ash-heap. They caught all the heat there was goin’, and jammed it over at you till you was near gaspin’. “I was gazin’ np in the air, -hadin’ iny eyes the best I could, t<fc find how much the sun had dropped since I'd looked last, when I see, ’way up above the trail, half a mile ahead, what at first sight—with my eyes bein’ dazzled—I took for a little floatin’ cloud. Then, next minute when 1 see it keep •ailin’ ’round in a circle, and each time it made a round droppin’ a little lower, I knew it wa’n’t no cloud, but a bird; Just one of them big California vultures, nine feet from tip to tip of his wings, if he was an inch.” “Really, now,” interrupted the naturalist, with the deepest interest, “Ptevdogryphu* Catifomianus. 324. Belcher's schedule — rare — no price ouoted.”

“Maybe,” said Calkins, in a tone of i indulgence, though scarcely heeding the interruption. “He was a fine sight to see, I can tell you, sailin’ ’round up there like he owned things in general and was out inspectin’ his property. As I’ve said, he kept slowly droppin’, each time he swung ’round, and each •circle he made was narrower'n the last •one. I knew from the way he carried on there was somethin’ dead lying about on the line of the trail ahead of me. Then all to once the pack burro pricked her ears out forward, snorted and crowded 'round back on the trail, and my mule pot to tremblin’ and come to a dead stop. I hollered to the Jenny and headed her off as she was stampedin' back the way we’d come, and when I’d got her cornered in among some rocks, I hitched her and 'the mule short up to a bowlder and walked back to see what had scared “I didn’t wonder they was rattled .when I seen what it was. There, lying sprawled ont on his back across the trail, shot through the head, was a man with his face turned np to the aun, his lips all turned bine, and drawn back from wbat teeth he had, and his •eyes alHglazed and starin’. One arm was bent under him, and the other stretched ont straight, with the fingers bent in a clutch like a hawk’s claw. He must hare been lyin’ there stone ■dead for a week, just shrinkin’ and dryin’ np in the snn, like all dead 'things do, out on the desert. “I see ju&t in a minute who the man was lyin’ there, he havin’ been pretty well known in them parts, and havin’ a scarred, scowlin’ kind of face, which you didn’t need to see more’n once to recollect it. Him and his brother’d lived for the past five years np in among the ■pintn timber, way back on the upper slope of the. sa ne range of hills, alongside of which t was travelin’, and there wa’u’t but few men between the Colorado and White Water as could speak of ’em .without gettin’ mad «lean through , though they didn’t ’

mostly just good longdistance talkers. One brother’d been MUed the spring before, while acting sort of flesh at an Indian JUMu, and now here was the other one laid ont, too. There’d been somethin’ of a mystery about them two brothers, but m<wt ’specially about the four or fire mi*n, who’d gone up, different times. near their cabin, and never’d been afterwards anyways beard from. Then, too, there'd been considerable conjecturin’ as to them brothers bein’ the ones tha t had got clean off with a good many express boxes and mail sacks from the desert stage limes, and if they anas, as to what they’d ever done 'vith the coin and bullion they must hate collected. They never was known to spend nothin’, and so it was generally allowed they must have it all on hand cached somewhere*. “Havin’ all these ideas runnin’ through my head, and bein’, though you mightn’t think it naturally eurious-minded. and willin’ to take no end of trouble to fi nd out about things, no matter how triflin', which I didn’t know and took interest in, as I stood there with the shadow of the vulture movin’ like a little cloud over the sand —he not seemin’ half so much scared at me bein’ there as I’d been expectin’, and sort of wished he had—I got to ponderin' and plannin’. “ ‘Why not,’ says I to myself, ‘go on up to the cabin among the pnon*, and examine into things up there, now there’s nobody to hinder?’ “Havin’ concluded I’d make the trip, I didn’t waste no time in startin’, and, by hustlin’ along pretty lively, I managed to round-up at the cabin a little after sundown. It seemed a gloomy kind of place to stop at, lookin’ a long ways dismal er than the bare, hot sand and rocks of the desert down below Nothing all round but a low, scatterin’ growth of scrubby p**wu, just thick enough to shut out the view any way you’d look. There was a low, tworoomed cabin, with the mud all droppin’ out of the chinks and the bark peelin' off the logs; a brush shed for stock and a little shake granary, with a warped doof hangin’ askew on one leather hing e. “Havin’ unsaddled, and taken off the pack, and turned the animals loose to pick up wha t feed they could, I didn’t wait to get supper, but started right in inspectin’ the premises. There was a room in each end of the cabin, with an open space between ’em, just covered in from the weather by the roof, and some shakes nailed up across the north side to keep out the worst of the wind. Here’ the only fumlshin’ was a threelegged stool, an old saddle-tree and a stirrup-leather hung up on pegs, a broken piece of! lookin’-glass and a ragged. moth-eaten coyote skin tacked on the wall. I pic bed up a candle-end and went in next to the room they’d used fora kitchen, and commenced carefully investigatin’, all nerved up to strike anything from bones to bullion. It didn’t take me long, though, to finish up in there.! seein’ nothin’, aside from a lot of dirt and old meat cans, but a table, a bench and a few greasy-lookin’ cookin’ things blackened by the fire. Then I tried the bunk-room opposite, but found nothin’ there but some ragged beddin in the bunks, two brokendown chairs and a dirty corner-shelf on which was an empty bottle with a candle stuck in it, an old bone comb and a grimy pack of cards. “1 was gettin’ discouraged, and tired, and hungry, and was just leavin’ to start up a fire and get supper, when I lowered my candle to look under the bunks, as a sort of finishin’ np for the night of my examination, and there, under one of ’em. 1 see a big board box, painted red and bound with rusty hoop-iron. Then I forgot all about eatin’, and my curiosity got to workin’ right away . I set the candle down on the floor, and, after considerable tuggin’, got the box slid out to where I could get at it. The lock was gone, all but the hasp, and the lid was only fastened down with a hair-rope lashin’. I unhitched that in just no time at all, and took off the top of the box, bein’ all of a tramble with excitement. “At firsFsight of the contents I was considerable disappointed. Aside from some rusty iron junk in the bottom of the box, there was just a lot of-old flannel shirts and a faded canvas coat wrapped 'round a five-pound bakin’powder can. Inside the can there was a piece of raneherkt-tanned buckskin, done up in a roll. I was puttin’ this back again, feelin’ discouraged all through, when 1 see there was some blurry lines and letters drawn on it in ink, and I unrolled it near the candle to have a better look. It was meant for a map plain enough, but of what, first along, I couldn’t make out. There was a zig-zaggy shaded line meant to represent bills, with a *T’ at one end of ’em, and ‘W W’ at the other, and underneath this was a drawin’ of what I made out to be a big rock with an arrow marked on it, with the head pointin’ down, and the figures ‘9’—‘3.’ That was all, exceptin’ a li ttle red-ink cross mark ed Up in a deep rinc&n in the hills. I quit looking out for anything else that night, and after I’d got supper, put in my time pnzzlin’ away at the meanin’ of the map, and went to sleep still pnzzlin’. _;_? i*_i T

XXL uic luv/tuui f «ua« in a^ain, and then, in a flash, the whole thing comes to me. Everything deemed so plain, I just wondered then I hadn’t seen it all at first sight. T. was Torros station, and ‘W W,’ White Water, and the crooked, shaded line was the hills borderin’ on the desert, betw een the two places. I’d known the whole country thereabouts lor years, and irecognized every little bend and corner in the hills where they’d tried to set ’em out on the map. Then I see the little red cross was just meant to locate the rock, with the arrow and the figures marked on it. Now I was on the light trail, it didn’t take me long to work it all out. Under that there rock was the coin an4 ‘ bullion which folks had been conjecturin’ about. ‘9’ meant nine feet out from where the arrow pointed down, and *3’ meant three feet deep in the ground. That wafe where the plunder was. “Well, as you can easy understand’

.. ... ..-.— ' ..— I’d streJk^Uua lead in sTartin that trail from the cabin at a trait which astonished the male and worried the jenny considerable. But ffadin’ treasure on a map and locatin’ it on the ground, I soon see was two eery differeat things. I’d awrlced out the Brat proposition all right enough, but‘when rd tackled the second, I found I had a bigger contract on my ha nds than rd been calculatin' on. I hadn’t no trouble in hittin’ on the name, marked by the red-ink cross; but there was ledges and rocky bluffs for miles each way, and tfaopgh I put in a week huntin’ for that big roek with the sign of the arrow, I w a’n’t any wiser when I quit than when I started in. and at last I give up beat and went in off the desert for the winter. “Now, though Td give up, it wee only for the time bein’, and 1 still kept the map with me wherever I went, meanin’ some day to go back; but one thing after another kept cornin’ up to hinder, and it was nigh on to three years before I ever set foot in that rmeen again. “My next trip there come about this way. Early one May afternoon, I got into the White Water station and found a fat man, with a long curly beard and a sociable sort of way with him, monkeyin’ with some little rolled-up papers just outside the brush-porch in front. He said they was photographs he was dryin’ off, he bein’ a professional, hired —so he claimed—by some concern to make pictures of anything remarkable he run against down* in that country. He wa’n’t no ways particular what he photographed—so it looked to me—for he made a point of takin’ a picture of me and my mule and the burro quick as we’d got in, and that led np to our gettin’ tolerable friendly right away. “He began spreadin’ out bis pictures, and I stood by talkin’ and lookin’ ’em over kind of careless like, till he give: me one of a big palm tree, grow in’ just in front of a steep, rocky bluff. Then I stopped short in the middle of what I was sayin’, and for a minute couldn’t speak, I was so dnmfouhdered, tor on that rock in the picture, standin’.out plain among the cleavage lines, was the figure of an arrow pointin* to the ground. “I gave a gasp, and the photo-grapher looked up surprised, inquirin’ what the matter was. When I asked him, he described the place where he took the picture the best way he could, and before ever he’d got half through, I see plain enough he was speakin’ of the rincon marked by the little red-ink cross on the map. 1 must have been by that same ledge at least hall a dozen times, without ever see in’ the arrow, bein’ as it was so all mixed up with th e weather cracks, and crisscross lines on the rocks. I pointed out the arrow, which he’d no notion of bein’ there till I showed it to him, and then he seemed pretty near as much surprised as I was. and asked no end of qnesrtions about what I knew bearin’ on the subject. rt# nvtcfwnnrr with ovPlfjv.

ment, and he seemin’ terrible friendly and interested, and the sort of man generally you could tie to and trust in, and me bein’ naturally,‘perhaps, overconfidin’, I started right in and gave him the whole business, windin’ up by showin’ him the map. Finally it come to this: He agreed to take me ’round to the rocks in the mornin’ early, in a light pole buckboard he was travelin’ about the country in—it bein’ a trip of only ten or twelve miles from where we was talkin’—and we was to divide even up what we found there, we both of us allowin’ there'd ought to be, from all accounts, more’n enough for two. “I was up before daylight—the moon just goin’ down—potterin’ ’round to get things ready for an early start, and was some surprised not to find Hie photographer’s sorrel team tied up alongside my mule, when I went into the stable shed to feed him, where I’d seen ’em night before. Then I noticed, with a sort of misgivin’, that there wa’nt no sign of the buckboard, which I’d last seen standin’ out in front. Pretty quick the hostler come out, rabbin’ his eyes and pickin’ out straws from his hair, and when 1 asked about the sorrels and the buckboard, he said the photographer’d hitched up and pulled out night before just after I’d turned in. ’ “■Well, of course, I seen then right away how it was. That fat, sociable photo-graphin’ scut had just gone off on the quiet to rake in the plunder for himself, not wantin’ no dividin’ when he’d struck a good thing. “Naturally, I saddled up right away, and went off on a lope, hopin’ to strike tiie rincon before he'd got away, and try’n’ make his stay there interestin’ for him; but he had too much the start, and when at last I got to the rock with the palm tree in front, there was the sign of the arrow plain enough, and I knew where to look, but nothin’ else left of what I’d been plannin’ and dreamin’ about for all them years but a new hole in the ground, two stove-in express boxes and a dull-colored twenty lyin’ on the new-dug dirt, where he’d dropped and overlooked it in his harry to make his clean-up and get well away. “I was so sort of worked up and deathly disappointed and mad all through that when the little dickeybird roostin’ on some brush near the palm commenced warblin’ like he was celebratin’ my being done up that way—” “Doubtless Mdotpiza Fasciata laliax. 19. Lehman. Thirty-five cents,” interposed the naturalist. “Like enough,” continued Calkins. “Well, his warblin’ riled me that much that before I’d thought—havin’ nothin else handy—I’d hove the twenty at him, and couldn’t find it afterwards. “I made inquiries for that insinuatin' photo-grapher, longin’ to see him again, if only for just once, but I never learned nothin' more about him or the treasure. “That’s my story, gen’lemen,” concluded Calkins, rising. “It’s gettin’ late, and I reckon I’ll torn in.”—Edmund Stuart Roche, in San Fran&aeo [ Argonaut. 1^:,-,

THE INCOME TAX. Many of than who are repining because an income tan baa been impend by the national government are prone to object to it. because of the lade of any necessity for each an impost They attribute it to the democratic party, and they blame that party for a gratuitous levying of taxation which might hare been spared those who are to pay it It is true that the democratic party is responsible for the law. hut it is not at all so plain either that it is unnecessary, or that this party is responsible for the state of facte that led np to it That state of facts may be concisely said to be increased expenditures of the government and diminished sources of revenue. Consciously* or unconsciously, those who have controlled public affairs for the last twenty-five years have been so conducting them as to make an income tax a logical, if not an inevitable, outcome of their action. To charge the responsibility for the levying of the income tax upon those who have been the immediate agents in bringing it into law is to take but a superficial view of the situation. We must go further back to account for its appearance. It must be traced in the policy of the government for a long period. There are those now living who can remember when the expenditures of the American government amounted to but 513,000,000 per annum. This was the annual outlay during John Quincy Adams’ administration, and one of the charges made against his administration was that it was extravagant. In less than twenty years this sum had trebled in amount. It steadily rose thereafter till the days of the war of the rebellion. The expenditures of that period and the war debt that resulted gave it enormous additional proportions. The country had increased greatly at the same time in area, and more in wealth. We had imposed a heavy taxation which enabled ns to pay off much of the debt, and brought a surplus into the treasury. A surplus did, what a surplus always does, it induced habits of extravagance. There was a period under it when it seemed as if our legislators sought to devise means for spending money. This habit had its inevitable effect. It, sent the national expenditures constantly higher, until they reached the enormous amount of §500,000,000 a year. We had begun with §13,000,000; we ended with $500,000,000. Our national legislators, if they had stopped to reflect, would have realized that no nation in the world had ever spent anything like the sum of §500,000,000 per year without resorting to an income tax to meet the outlay. But it may be said, and with some tenth, that our nation is not like most other nations of the world in the extent of its resources for taxation. Admitting this, and the fact still remained that it was necessary to prudently employ the resources for taxation aside from incomes, if income taxation was to be avoided. This is exactly what we failed to da We had a tremendous mint to draw upon in our customs duties, and, if we had used this in a business spirit for purposes of revenue, it might have been that we could have postponed, if not have avoided, the levy of an income tax. Bnt we entered upon the policy of fixing oar rate of duties primarily with a view to what was called protection rather than for revenue. Long ago this was begun by a repeal of the duties on tea and coffee, which cut off many millions from our national income. The friends of protection, on the one hand, thought that the repeal would give more room for protective duties on other articles, and others who were not in agreement with them feared the charge that they were taxing the poor man’s breakfast table. So these duties were abolished. This was followed later by the taking of duties from sugar. In this way $100,000,000, if not more, was removed from our revenue. It is not difficult to find the genesis of the income tax right there. Take the two together—the unthinking and unscrupulous increase of government expenditures and the failure to adopt ordinary prudent methods for the raising of revenue—and we ac

CUUlili X UUV 1U1 tuc UIVVUiU MV »» inevitable if that policy was to be pursued. It must come sooner or later. The republicans, when they went to th* extent of running up the expenditures of the government to S^OO,000,000 a year and at the same time took 560,* 000,000 from the revenue by the repeal of the sugar duties, besides paying out $10,000,000 of bounty to sugar producers, hastened the time of its appearance. They were more responsible for it than were the democrats, who were the immediate agents to place it on the statute book. The former created tlje necessity for revenue to meet deficiencies, and this, coming just at the time when the populist feeling of the country was aroused against the possession of great wealth in comparatively few Hands, was a provocative to the passage of the measure, which only blindness could fail to see was sure to result as it has resulted. We have not discussed above the right or the wrong of this measure. We have only brought to mind the causes that have placed it on the statute book. They are much too plain to be mistaken or disregarded.—Boston Herald. —i—The speculation as to whether Hawaii will send us another minister to succeed Thurston, or whether she will allow the post to remain vacant and give Minister Willis his passports, is not a very interesting one. It is probably too much to hope that Hawaii will discontinue all diplomatic relations with us. This is not within the scheme of the Dole crowd at Honolulu and their confederates in the United States, whose one aim is to bringabout much closer relations between Hawaii and this country—as close, indeed, as the relations between the hand and the pocket it picks.—Louisville (Courier* Journal. _ —-There is a growing imjTessioh that Tom Reed does not fill h is political pantaloons as well as be did some mouths ago.—Peoria Herald.

M’KIMLEY’S POSITION. There teem to ham been isome queer goings-on down at Thomasville, Ga., where Gov. McKinley and other republican leaders have met lately in a sort of informal caucus. If we are to judge by an interview of Mr. Joseph .Medill, one of the participants in that caucus, the resalts warrant this inquiry: * Does Gov. McKinley, in his candidature for the presidency, in addition to trying to straddle the silver question, propose also to try to straddle the tariff question? To those familiar with Gov. McKinley’s record on the tariff this inquiry doubtless seems ridiculous. If there has been one thing which was considered absolutely sure in current politics, it was that Gov. Mc Kinley stood squarely and uncompromisingly for extreme protection as embodied in the tariff act that bore his name. Nevertheless, the conference at Thomasville appears to have fully satisfied the stanchest and most aggressive opponent of the McKinley act in thejepubliean party that the govern oris misunderstood on this point, and that he is not the extreme protectionist his legislative record and his campaign speeches have led us to believe he is. Gov. McKinley has never struck a Mow for “McKinleyism” which has not been met by as strong a blow from Mr. MedilL The editor of the Tribune fought MeKinleyiam relentlessly when it was being enacted into law by congress, and afterward when it was being defended andr lauded by the governor on the stumps During the last campaign, while the governor was touring the country in the interest of protection, Mr. Medill’s paper was incessant and terrific in its assaults upon the McKinley act. No stronger indictments of MeKinleyiam have been made in any quarter, whether democratic or republican, than those made by the Chicago Tribune. But this Thomasville symposium has apparently satisfied ^fr. Medill that the Ohio governor has been misunderstood, for the editor makes, the sudden and decidedly unexpected announcement that his choice few the presidency next year is no less a person than Gov. William McKinley, of Ohio. The editor of the chief republican journal of the west and the moat conspicuous champion of tariff reform in the republican party not only intimates that he has been conciliated by the man who has been regarded as the most extreme iposile of protection, but that his platform will be virtually a repudiation of ' what has been known as McKinleyism. The governor's weakness, Mr. Medill says, is that “he wili have to carry the responsibility of the tariff act of 1890, which cost the republican party two disastrous defeats, including loss of the presidency. In consequence of these defeats before the mass of republicans will permit him to receive the nomination he will be required to disavow any policy that may lead to a revision of the present tariff in the direction at an increase in duties.” But if McKinley has weakened on McKinley ism, where and what is the isolid ground left the republican party to stand on?—Louisville Courier-Jour naL

COMMENTS OF THE PRESS. -There are not going to beany American goods sold at a profit in the English markets if the McKinley brethren can help it. No, sir!—Boston Herald. -McKinley has his Foraker and Callom has his Filer. Vice presidential booms are the greatest afflictions of statesmen without states.—St. Louis Republic. -Mr. McKinley’s sugar bounty has cost the people of the United States another live million dollars And it has also cost Mr. McKinley about fire million Totes.—St. Louis Republic. -The recent ruction at Iddianapolis demonstrated that if Mr. Harrison can get his own state behind him in the next republican convention he will have a good fighting chance.—St Louis Republic, v -Every time Mr. Foraker sneaks well of the McKinley presidential boom he throws in an allusion to the McKinley tariff law. Mr. McKinley needs to be saved from this sort of support.—Washington Post. -Some one has been rummaging around and has found that Gov. McKinley’s family goes back to 1000 A. D. But no traces of the governor’s financial views have been discovered.— Louisville Courier-JournaL -When a reporter politely told Senator Cullom that his name was on the list of presidential possibilities he smiled and said he had not given the matter a thought. Neither has the country.—Kansas City Star. -Now that it is too late ex-Czar Reed regrets the borish part he played in refusing to join in a vote of thanks to Speaker Crisp and shows the intensity of his human nature by trying to place the blame upon some one else-— Detroit Free Press. -The New York Tribune tells several things about Boss Platt, which it asserts are “open secrets.” The Tribute evidently intends that they shall be, at any rate, before it gets through with him. These are. great days far the laundering of republican soiled linen and the airing of skeletons in the republican family closet.—Albany Argus. -In half a dozen great republican ‘ states, Pennsylvania included, there is1 more desire on the part of reigning bosses to retain their own hold on public place than to promote the real interests of the republican party, and those of the country. It is a constant struggle for power and the utilization of it according to machine ideas. Perhaps before another year comes around the people in New York, Pennsylvania and other great states will take it into their heads to have something to say about these matters. They may conclude to turn the would-be bbsses aside for once and direct affairs for themselves.—Philadelphia Telegraph (Rep.).

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Surgeon Dentist, PETERSBURG, IND. Office in rooms* and 7 in Carpenter BuildIny. Operations first-class. Alt work war* ranted. Anesthetics used tor painless es* traction of teeth. NELSON STONE, D. V. S., PETERSBURG, INR ; to long practice and the possession at • fine library and caea of instrument*, Mr. Stone is well prepared to treat all Diseases of Horses aid Cattii ^ STJCCE^Si’TTLJLiY. He alsp keeps on hand a stock of Condition Pew* ders and Liniment, which he sells at Office Owr J. B, Yeeig & Se.’s Store.

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«f y*nrS teti w.aaoess. TRUSTEES’ NOTICES OF OFFICE DAT. NOTICE is hereby given that I will attend to the duties of the office of trustee of Clay township at home on EVSEY MONDAY. All persona who have, business with the Office will take notice that I will attend to business on no other day. '_ M. M. GOTTEN. Trustee. NOTICE Is hereby given to all parties In* terested that I will attend at my office in Stendal. >. • EVEKY STAUEDAY, To transact business connected with the office of trustee of Lock Start township. All persons having business with said office will please take notice. J. 8. BARRETT. Trustee. OTICK is hereby given to all parties eon* cerned that I will be at my residence. EVERY TUESDAY, To attend to business connected with the office of Trustee of Monroe township, n i!’: GEORGE GRIM. Trustee. VfOTICE is hereby given that I will be at IN my residence___ EVERY THURSDAY To attend to business connected with the office of Trustee of Logan township. £F>Positively no business transacted ax* eept on office d%ya, . ___ _ SILAS jPBK, Trustee. TAJ ©TICE is hereby given to all parties oo»1\cerned that I will attend at my residene* 7 1 EVERY MONDAY To transact bualbess connected with the office of Trustee of Madison township. garPositively nb business transacted ex ceptoflk t days. RUMBUS, Trustee. OTICK is hereby given to aU persona interested that I wHl attend in aay office in Pen’ EVERY FRIDAY, To transact business connected with the office of Trustee of Marion township. All persons having business with t*W office will please take notice. * ’ °, W< F. BROCK, Trustee. XT OTICK is hereby given to all perrons IN concerned that I will attend at my office every day To transact business connected with tim -» Trustee Of Jefferson township. IW. MAURIS. Ttoatro. r