Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 8, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 August 1872 — Page 2

so THE aTOM YGOES."

TwuOnce upon a summer day—

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daughter chanced to stray

Where the mill stream flows.

as

the rustle bridge sh»crossed—

Ho tbe story goes— Over the rail she stooped and lost sFrom out her breast a rose.

The stream ran fast, the stream ran strongHo the story goea— And on Its waters bore along

The carelss maidens rose. I

The miller's son stood by the bankSo the story goes— He stopped the wheel, and, ere It sank,

Caugnt up the maiden's rose.

Then In his cap be placed the flowerSo the story goes— And boldly to the maiden's bewer

He hied at daylight's close.

Is this thy flower, sweetheart he crled80 tbe story goes— The maiden blushed the maiden sighed,

Oh. give me back my rose."

The flowers," he said, "so sweet and fair"— 80 the story goes— Twere shame to part—ene breast should bear Thyself and this red rose."

What more the youth and maiden said, lhat summer eve, who knows? Bat be kept tbe flower and won the maid— 80 the story goes. —[Harper's Bazar.

Cupid in a Peddler's Wagon.

A TALE OF TRUE LOVE.

BY ELEANOR KIRK.1

"What are yoa up to. Liz?" And Dick Sanders, the tin peadler, stalked Into the large, well-ordered country kitchen, and, with only this salutation, drew off hib gray yarn mittens, and proceeded to warm his most benumbed fingers by the roaring fire that spluttered and crackled under Liz's large boiler of clothes.

I'm up to my eyes in the wash-tub," replied the individual thus addressed, not over politely.

That's what I was thinking," said he. "The boiler holds out good, don't it, now? The last time it sot to leaking, I thought 'twas all day with the patriarch—buttered it I didn't. No won der that folks blow on my ware!"

I was telling Mrs. Avery t'other day," interrupted Liz, "that when she needed any more things I hoped she'd send to town after 'em. Your stuff has listened to your gab and brag so long that, somehow, it's got a bad education. Now them pans never behaved like tbe

Tim Bucklin used to bring round. anas little

pans THAIRT. They're alwjays a bending ", a li

they should hold in."

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ing a leak. To speak I'm always afeard to try 'em, 'specially when it's onusually important that

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"What in natur' are^you drivln'at, Liz inquired poor Dick, a genuine look of wonder overspreading his face.

But before his companion could have time to reply, the door of the sittingroom softly opened, and a young lady, apparently very deep in thought ana very much troubled in spirit, for her eyes wore road and heavy with weeping, appeared on the threshold.

What is it, Flory scooping the white suds from her strong red arms, and with such a thrill of tenderness in her voice,that tbe peddler involuntarily turned to see what it all meant, and then, remembering himself, said hastily: "Good morning, Miss Flory. Hope you are well*"

The young lady gave a little start of surprise, and then recovering herself, said with considerable annoyance in her tqne

I'm quite well, thank you, Diok. thought you were alone, Liz," and im mediately left the kitchen.

Now, what's the matter with her inquired the tin merchant. "Golly! ain't she been bawling, though I tell 'tis, Liz, if a feller wants to kuow the secrets of families, all he's got to do is to turn tin peddler."

And Ho." added Liz, punching the clothes in the boiler with such force as to send the scalding suds in Dick's immediate neighborhood, causing said gentleman to change his quarters without loss of time.

Say, now, what is it that aits th* gal, Liz? I won't say a word about it to nobody. If I do snoot me!"

How long did you say you'd been traveling round this country asked Liz, wiln a comical twinkle in her com* leal eyes.

Nigh about twelve yeara Why Because it seems to me protty near time that you should a learnt witnmen folks is wiunmen folks and when ou'li find

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a woman that don't have

er crying spells, I'll And yon a tin peddler that minds his own basiness." "Thank ye, marm," replied Dick, dryly, "Have a queer sort of an idea, somehow, that last remark is Intend* ed for me. All day, Lis. Hope the next time I'm around yon*11 be better natured."

Hot a word aniwertd Lis. The ped dlerf'Jumped into his cart and drove away and in and oat of the sad* went t&oee Stewart £rms, the muscular and ungainly form1 keeping time to the quick and defiant music of tbe rubbing board.,

Oh, he's gone! -I'm so glad! And now the graceful figure oame softlv out again and crept close to the aide of the busy woman.

I want you to read my litter, 14: the one 1 have just written to him." Well, who's him There are two on 'em yoa know replied Lit, quiet lv. and with great aelf-poase—ion. '«Yea. lis." and now the beautiful

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btown eyes again overflowed, and the •ebbing chili dn

drew still nearer aaahe

whispered: Bat there is only one I could write to, ot course, even if I knew where he waa," with an accent on the personal pronoun that told its own story.

Then what 70a mean to tell me Is that you have Just written a letter to lliram Scoville?"

Yes, Lis."

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r*n'tgoon."

look at me. Lis, while I read

it, 1 just said this—you know how father and mother have been taking on lately—calling me undutiful, and headstrong, and obstinate, and saying that meant to break their hearts—" v, la this In the letter queried Lis.

No I am saying this to you. You Itnow, deary, how hard my HA) has been for the last six months—well, ever ainoe—" "Yea, Flora I know all about it. Now read the letter before anybody cornea in."

Dear friend Hiram," came tremu« lously from the sweet Una. Humph! grunted LAa.

What else could I say?" nid poor Flora, despairingly. "He Is my friend, Isn't be?"

That depends pretty much on your idea of a friend. My friend don't tor. ment me. He saves me from Buffering if he can and if he can't, bears it with me, carrving aa much of the burden as Gcd wilflethim. No friend wllltverl

ask a woman to marry him the second time after he has been onoe refused." But Liz—"

There are no buts in the case." Love makes men bold, and sometimes reckless.- You must think of that."

Love neve*n|8ono no such a thing," said Liz, who *k»a hirer known to be grammatical, e&ept in moments of excitement.

The trembling girl commenced again. Dear friend Hiram." "Npw, don't speak again, please, Liz, till I finish," &H the strange woman gave unmistakable indication of inward rebellion.

It is the wish of my parents that I write you, and say that it is their desire I should accept you aa my future husband. I don't love you one single bit, and I am sure I never shall but if you want me under those circumstances, I ave nothing more to say, save that I utterly refuse any special attention from you preceding our marriage." "Wal, now, I vow. Flora Avery, I should laugh if anybody in the house was a laying dead. Tell a man you've made up your mind to marry him, and at the same time inform him that all courting has got to be postponed until after the wedding. Do you suppose because a minister has mumbled over a few words—nothing in the least disrespectful to the minister intended— that on this account kisses and courting will be any more welcome than now "No, Liz, no! The thought of it drives me wild but there is nothing left for me to do. Mother is crying up stairs now and father has hardly spoken to me for a whole week because of my unwillingness. I have been reading tbe Bible for an hour, Liz, dear, and that is what has decided me. Tbe command is: "Children, obey your parents!" and there is no way I can dodge it."

Just like tbe rest of edicated folks you have choked yourself to death with the letter and thrown the spirit overboard. Now, my common sense tells me that you don't understand the meaning of what you've been reading. It is: 'Wives, obey your husbands in the Lord and it is 'Children obey your parents in the Lord.' Now, the Lord is love, Flora dear, and he gives you these very feelings of like ana dislike, this liking to be with a person or hating to be with a person, to guide you through life. They are weapons that the poor carnal flesh couldn't get along without. Now if you take the pistol that God puts into your hands to keep the wild animals away, and lay it down side of you, and let the critters come in and devour you, who's to blame, I wonder? You mustn't think that your Father in Heaven didn't know what kind of timber he was putinto you when he got you up. As far aa I've observed—and I haven't lived to be thirty years old without larning somethings—there is nothing that brings so much misery with it as marriage without love. Don't you do it, Flory dear—don't you do it.''

But, Liz, you know that I shall never love anybody. Oh! why did he go and get married!" And again the beautiful head was bowed upon the faithful bosom of the servant and companion.

Why did you cut up so with him, Florv? Why did you grieve him by llirtlhg with a fellow you could hardly bear in your sight? How long do you suppose a man with ordinary self-re-spect is going to stand that sort of work 'Sow the wind and reap the whirl-wind There is nothing truer than this between the covers of the Bible. If lie has married without love he'll have the same kind of crop."

What shall I do with this letter, Liz?" ff. Burn it up!" 4

What shall I do with father and mother?" Let 'em quit!"

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What shall I do with my aching heart?" Put arousing big poultice of faith and love on it, and then make yourself as useful as you can to other Iblka. There's nothing like the helping another to forget yourself. You have made a mistake—that is, it there is any such things as mistakes—sometimes I ain't quite clear on that pint, but anyhow, it won't help that to put your foot in it agaln.so long aa you know better, you see. There can't te no real sin, I sup- .... jse, until alter knowledge is born. lve me that letter."

Flora, with a wistful look in her brown eyes, passed over the document, and in a moment more it was ablaze under the boiler.

It was very plain to the fratchful Liz, that a storm was brewing, which threatened to bring things to a crisis without -loss of time. Never was a "work got out" with such speed. Tbe day passed on, dinner and tea were over, Liz's clothes had been brought in and nicely folded down, when Flora ran baatily into tbe kitohen, saying:

Lis, father has sent for me in the sitting-room, and I do wiah you could come in some way. I'tn so afraid I shall give In 11 you are not there to strengthen me."

I'll dodge in after a while." aaid Lis. "Keep a stiff upper lip and make a good fight. No father or mother has any right to oommand a child to marry a man ahe don't love. The Lord God Almighty Is on your aide, Flory Avery! Now go along and behave yourself."

Ay, that was a stormy soene. Farmer Avery, who bad firmly decided that his daughter ahould marry the man he had selected, was aa hard and cold as a stone. Bitter words fell from his lips —words that Flora never supposed he oould utter.

Do you think," said he "that 1 am going to permit you to go puling around tbe house like a sick kitten, because vou are mean enough, wicked enough,'to be in love with a married man "How do you know he Is a married man inquired Liz, with such strange earnestness' in her voice that Flora caught her breath, and grew pale and crimson by turns.

I ssw ft in the newspaper with my own eyes." Wal," said Lis, quaintly, "I saw in tbe newspaper the other day thatSquire Bill Avery was worth seventy-five thousand dollars, and I heard that same Squire Avery awear it waa the biggest lie that ever waa told." "That'a neither here nor there," roared the farmer. "I've made up my mlnd.aad flory must make up here. It is Hiram Scoville or no home here any more."

No more here any more moaned or or a "That's what I said. To-morrow morning will be time enough to give your decision."

And you, mother said the poor child, daabing the tears from her eyes. "We know what is for your beat good. Flory I quite agree with your father."

Not a word was spoken. In a few moments after Flora and Lis met again In the kitchen.

What are you going to do about It inquired Liz, in a most matter-of-fset manner.

I am going to pack my trunk to­

night and get ready to leave this house to-morrow/' replied the almost distracted girl*

Ana you won't marry Hiram 800ville t" I will never marry Hiram—so help me, Father in Heaven!"

That's tbe talk!" said Liz, with an ominous shake of the head that's tbe. cheese! Now, just let your trunk alone to-night, and watch this pumpkin for me. I've got to go out an hour or two, and I wouldn't have it burn for considerable. I calculate to spread myself on them pies."

Shall 1 have to sit there all the time, Liz?" "Well, I guess you'd better. The tarnal stuff sticks sometimesWhen you least expect it." And with these words Liz shut the back door and hurried out

It's good five miles there and back," said she to herself. "I can't walk it, and get back in any kind of season. Now, if this ain't a case of special Providence, then I don't know. There's Dick Sanders' tin cart this blessed minute! He's inside, getting his supper with old Marm Chace.

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vehicle: and if I'm half as smart as I ought to be. he'll never know where in the world it went to, or how it got back, unless I'm a mind to tell him— which, just as likely as not, I shall be."

In a twinkling old Dobbin's wrappings were removed, and in a twinkling Liz was in the peddler's seat, and in a twinkling more was out of sight. The tin pans rattled and clattered, the bells around the horse's neck jingled merrily, but Liz heard nothing, saw nothing, but the object of her errand. Leaving her strange team a block or two from the principal hotel of the town she had entered, she made her way to that establishment,

A woman to see you on the steps, Mr. Moreland," said a servant in waiting. "Looks likes a washerwoman. Says she can't come in."

It's Liz," whispered the gentleman to himself. Bless the dear creature's heart, what can she want to-night, wonder. Oh! Flora! Flora!" and with a heavy heart Mr. Moreland walked quickly to the door.

Hers was a face for an artist—a face upon which true nobility stood enthroned. No need of acquaintance to tell what manner of man he was. He had come to Watertown on business, and bad Informed Liz of his whereabouts. Indeed, these two individuals had been in correspondence since the trouble between said gentleman and Flora, and Liz had always known that Philip Moreland was not married, but she wisely kept her own counsel, believing that this lesson was needed for the entire subjugation of tbe rebellious little Flora. Not that there had been any falsehood told, though, in this connection. A Philip Moreland had married, but not this one. "I've come for you, Mr. Moreland, said Liz.

For me! What for?" inquired the gentleman, in bewilderment. "Get on your great coat and come along we'll talk afterwards," said the woman in a. tone of authority. "But Flora?"

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Don't know anything at all about it. Has put her foot down that she won't marry Hiram—confessed that she loves you, married or single, better than anybody else in the created world and if she oan't have yoa, she'll live single till Gabriel blows his horn, and then look up Philip Moreland."

Liz, you have taken away my breath." "Wal, what if 1 have replied the strange woman 'You refused, to budge till 1 did ^.

The tin-cart was a little too much for the anxious lover's risibilities even. He laughed till the tears run down his cheeks, and Iroze on, and then laughed again, until othera came to melt them.

Over the hard uneven ground they went, bumpity bump, while the bells sounded out a merry peal,which sound Liz declared just as welcome to her as any wedding chime she ever heard.

The tin-cart was left in the lane, old Dobbin carefully covered, and Farmer Nevin's boy was sent to tell Dick Sanders where his establishment could be found.

Just look here now aint that a pretty sight?" and Liz brought her companion to a sudden halt DV the kitchen window. There stood Flora one foot on the stove hearth, her elbow on her knee, her head resting on the palm on her left hand, while with the right hand she diligently stirred the pumpkin to keep it from burning.

Set her to work to keep her from thinking," said Liz, softly. "Stay here on the porch while I sort of prepare her like it won't take but a minute," she continued, as the impatient man would have rushed in.

Oh, Liz, you have got back—how glad I am! It's been awful lonesome here. Where have you been

Wal, I had a little arrant about Mr. Moreland. I wanted to find out whether—wal, yon see, whether he waa married or not, and I found out he ain't." "Liz! Liz! Liz! who told you? Speak quick, dear old Liz, or I'll choke you to death."

At this Juncture, Liz opened tbe porch door, and with a burst of tears which the poor old soul couldn't control snother moment, out— "Hedid."

What'a the use of goin£ on. Flora was In the gentleman's arms, of course, and this whole affair was lovingly and satisfactorily settled.

When few days after, Dick Sanders pulled bp to the door, Liz's merriment was entirely beyond control and when he commenced to rehearse the story of the lost tin-cart it can be safely said that no auch peals of laughter ever echoed through the old ferm-houae before or ainoe.

I heard thoee bells with my own ears, Dick Sanders, and I never heard 'em ringso feat before. De you believe in spirits, Dick "Golly no, Lis

"Uolly'I no, Lis I should be afraid of my shadow if I did. You don't believe in 'om—do yon Us?" "There waa tbe spirit of a woman in that tin cart, Dick Sanders, as true as you're alive, chaaing after a man. I'd be willing to take my affidavit to it."

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TH* FAIM.T.—Whatahealth­

ful thing to have one jolly person in the bonse, ready to laugh at anything ludicrous, or even able to create sport at any time. There are enough to reflect on the sad aide ot life, and ita irritable side, and its sober side. We need one more to show the mirth that often trembles just below,the surface of painful things. A real, impetuous laugh dissipates rasny illusions, sweeps the twilight out of our imaginations, and brings honest daylight. But it must be real. No dark, backing laugh. It should be apontaneoua, outbursting, irresistible, infectious. We have seen men fail to laughing, who had not beard the cause of mirth, but only had caught the contagion of other men's laughing. It is bard not to laugh with men who are not in earnest about it. 1

THE LITTLE PEOPLE,

"Why, nay-little boy, did that bulking big follow hit yon on purpose?" "No, sir he hit me on the head."

Willie being asked what be would do when h» became a man, said he would have his clothes made by a tailor. "Would you take the last cent a person has for a glass of soda water?" "Yes," responded the proprietor whereupon hopeful pulled out the cent and got the drink.

Old Gent to Boy.—Did you ever fight in the wrong? Boy.—Often. Gent.— Dear me, why? Boy.—Didn't know untill I got the worst of it that.

I had hold

of the wrong fellow. There is more truth than poetry in the following line from an advertisement: "Babies, after having taken one bottle of my soothing syrup, will never cry any more." "Arthur," said a good-natured father to his young hopeful, "I did not know till'today that you were whipped last week." Didn't you pa?" replied young hopeful. "I knew it at the time."

Tommy was cautioned against eating too much luncheon, because be would spoil his sppetlte for dinner. But Tom said he would rather have a good lunoheon than a good appetite any time. "Now, my little boys and girls," said teacher, "I want you to be very still, so still that you can hear a pin drop." In a moment all was silent, when a little boy shrieked out, "Let her drop."

The boy whose head ached so badly during the late hot weather that he couldn't do light work in a cool room, was cured by a boat ride in tbe burning sun and acting as volunteer assistant on a railroad construction train.

Three of the dirtiest, most ragged little ragamuffins in town entered one of the magnificent drug stores. Marching up to the counter one aaid: "I want a cent's worth of rock candy." "Get out, you ragamuffins we don't sell a cent's worth of rock candy." Slowly and sadly they filed out ot the store. On the sidewalk consultaton took place. They entered the store again. "Mister, do you sell three cents' worth of rock candy?" "Yes." "Well, we aint got him," and the procession moved out again.

THE GIRL OF THE PERIOD. From one of Eli Perkins' letters to the New York Commercial Advertiser we take this extract:

A young lady friend bands me this receipt for making a fashionable young lady this year. Unfortunate young girls deformed with straight backs are padded out, and very short young ladies are elevated on stilts so as to be able to use up 176 yards lor a dress ,•«*$# iil

This is the receipt: Take 90 pounds of flesh and bohes— but chiefly bones—wash clean, bore holes in the ears and cut off the small toes bend the back to conform to the Grecian bend, the Boston dip, the kan-

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aroo droop, the Saratoga slope, or the break, as the taste inclines then add three yards of linen, two umbrellas with leather waist straps, one hundred yards of ruffles, seventy-five yards of edging, eighteen yards ot diminity, one pair of silk cotton hose, with patent hip attachments, one pair of ftlse calves, six yards flannel (embroidered,) one pair Balmoral boots with heels three inches high, four pounds of whalebone in strips, 1,760 yards of steel wire, three-quarters of a mile of tape, ten pounds of raw cotton, or two wire hemispheres, »one wire basket to hold a bushel, four copies of a New York paper, 150 yards of silk or other dress goods, 500 yards of point lace, 1,400 yards of fringe or other trimmings, twelve gross of buttons, one pearl box powder, one saucer carmine and an old hare's foot, one bushel of false hair frizzed and fretted a la Africane, one bundle Japanese switches, with rats, mice and other varmints, one peck of six button gloves, one lace handkerchief, nine inches square, with patent holder. Perfume withottarof roses, or sprinkled with nine drops of the "Blessed Baby,", or "West End." Stuff the head with fashionable novels, ball tickets, play bills, and wedding cards, some scandal, a great deal of lost time, and a very little poodle dog add a half grain of common sense three scruples of religion, and a slight tincture of modesty. Season with vanity, affection and folly. Garnish with earrings, finger-rings,, breast-pins, chains, bracelets, leathers, and flowers to suit the tase. Pearls and diamonds may be thrown in if you have them if not paste and pinch back from tbe dollar store will ao.

Whirl all around in a fashionable cle, and Stew by gaslight for six hours. Great oare should be taken that tbe thing is not overdone. If it does not rise sufficiently, add more copies ef a New York paper.

This dish is highly ornamental, and will do to put at the head of your table on grand occasions, but it is not suitable for every day use at home, being very expensive and indigestible. It sometimes gives men the rbeart-burn, and causes them to break,and is oertain death to children.

If you have not the ingredients at hand, you can buy tbe article readvmade in any of our large cities—If you have money enough.

A PLEASANT LITTLE STOR t. A few months ago an aged widow in the East received a telegram that her only son waa dying at Lawrence, Kansas.. Notwithstanding her extreme age and feeble health, she must see her son. She undertook the journey. The train waa delayed. When ahe arrived at Utiea she waa taken violently ill, a young phyaician assisted her to a hotel and every thing he could for her comfort. Her detention by sickness and moderate means would not have allowed her to pursue her journey, bnt for the kindness of the attending stranger. He paid her bill, sssisted her to the cars, and accompanied her to Buffalo. .At parting ahe requested his address. The other daj this stranger was seated in his office at Albany.

A stranger entered, and after

some conversation, presented the doctor with a bond of five hundred dollars, as a reward of kindness to the old lady, saying: "She was my mother. She died a few days after reaching me, and I recovered. Had it not been for your kindness she would have died on tbe road. I am her son who waa aick. I am a banker but money can never repay tbe debt I owe you for your genereroua kindnes to my dear good mother. God Jless you, air!"

A *A*cn»o master has introduced the "Kiss Cotillion," in which the gentleman always kisses the lady as they "swing the corners." We are not much on the dance, but would like to swing a tew "ooraers" most awful well. "I WAST to know," said a creditor fiercely, "when you are g°l»K

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me whit yau ow« me?" "When I you? Why, you're a Do you take me for a

going to pay you? prettv fellow propbet

GOLDKN PARAGRAPHS.

Patlenoe is the key of content.—[Mahomet. No man*can be wise on an empty stomach.—[George Elliott.

Reprove thy friend privately! commena him publicly.—[Solon. Lies are hiltless swords, which cut the hands that wield them.

Social science is political economy with a soul instead of au arithmetic. All power, even the most despotic, rests ultimately on opinion.—[Hume.

A secret is too little for one, enough for two and too much for three.—[Howell.

If thou art a muster, be sometimes blind: if a servant, sometimes deaf.— [Fuller.

Unlike tbe sun, intellectual luminaries shine brightest after they set.— [Colton. ,/•

The detects of the understanding, like those of the face, grow worse as we grow old.—[Rochefoucault.

It is good discretion not to make too much of a man at first because one cannot hold out In that proportion.— [Lord Bacon.

Philosophy may analyze a tear, but It cannot curve a hope in it It may make tbe spectrum, but it cannot make a smile.—[B. F. Taylor.

There

ing of the Persian: "In all quarrels, leave open the door of reconciliation." We ahould never forget it.

Courage and modesty are virtues which every sort of society reverses, because they are virtues which cannot be counterfeited also they are known by the same hue.—[Goethe.

Preserve your conscience always soft and sensitive. If but one sin force way into that tender part of the soul, and is suffered to dwell there, the road is paved lor a thousand more iniquities.

A WARNING TO WINE-BIBBERS. The London Saturday Reyiew recently contained an article on artificial wine-making, which is certainly not ftleasant reading for lovers of the pure uice. It says: Port and sherry, for instance, are universally known to be more or less artificial concoctions, and there are large quantities of liquor sold under these names which have not one single drop of genuine wine in their composition. The chief business of the Rouissillon vineyards is to supply a wine which is exported into Portugal for the purpose ot being doctored but not unfrequently the' trip to Portu-

gal Is dispensed with altogether. Then there are French wines wnich are similarly used to a great extent in the manufacture of sherry. As to champagne. auoh a thing may here and there lie met, but tha ordinary champagne of commerce is notoriously an artificial production. In the champagne region, for inatanoe, the manor racture has increased from five millions of bottles in 1834 to between twenty-five and thirty millions to-day but, although real champagne is grown only In the prefectures ot Khelms and Epernay—a very limited area—and although it is known that the late war must have seriously interfered with the cultivation of the vineyards, there does not appear to be any falling off in the yield of this wine. Burgundy and Bordeaux have, in like manner, been transferred into nothing but artificial imitations. The doctoring of common wines is openly practiced on tbe of Bordeaux, sugar and Brandy being the chief ingredients of Burgundy. Drs. Thudicum and Dupre say that they have seen as much as 20 lbs of sugar to the "piece" added to Bordeaux, and they attribute to this much of tbe injurious effects of this manufactured wine to those who drink it. A remarkable Instance of the growth of adulter ation is seen in the almost total supplanting of Muscat wines by the use of a tincture of elder-flower, which resembles the muscatel closely in flavor. Many a connoisseur who smacks his

nowhere on tbe Moselle, nor in that region, is any muacatel grape grown fit for wine-making. tl whft#:

CHEAP FUNERALS" IN LONDON. Prentice Mulford writes from London to a California paper: "All about London you see advertised "cheapfu nerals." You can be shrouded, confined, and buried, with four mourners for about |20. Of course tbe mourners don't know who you are, where you

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THE most faithful lover who has si name and being outside of traaby novels Uvea in Dan bury. Tbe parenta of the young lady are opposed .to this championahip, nut it don't make him proad. Sometimes the old gentleman reaches him with his boot before he can ait over the fence, but tbe young man doesn't lay up ill feeling* on account of that he only smiles st tbe despotler of his pants when he meets him, and calls it "heaping coals of fire on his head." Saturday evening he thought we would get up a surprise for the old chap. He put a paving stone in each of his coat tail pockets, and started for tbe fence as usual. Tbe old gentleman let out for him with increased enthusiaam, and caught him— canght him good. Then be laid down on tne grass and said: "I die by tbe hand of an asssssin." Bat the young man passed on without a word, ana smlleatha most heavenly smile of forgiveness ever seen on that street.

PHYSICIANS SAT IT.—Vegetine gives an equal circulation of the blood. All physicians will agree that there la scarcely a disease but that could almost Instantly be disposed of If ptfre blood oould be circulated generously through the parts affected. Now, this Is tne way In which Yegetine performs'Its wonderful cures, vegetlne is exclusively a vegetable compound, made from roots, herbs and barks.

THE HOUSEHOLD

BAKED TOMATOES.—Take them when fully ripe, cutoff a slice from the stem side, scoop out tho pulp of the tomato, and mix with it bread crumbs, butter, pepper and salt. Fill the empty shell with this mixture, replace the slices, put them in a shallow pan, and bake an hour.

FRIED CUCUMBERS.— Remove the1, peel, cut tbe cucumbers lengthwise in slices about the ehickness of your littlefinger, sprinkle salt, pepper and fiour| on each slice and fry a delicate brown: in butter or nice drippings. If theses fried slices are laid between layers of'.' mutton chops, a most savory ana toothsome dish is result.

A "raw hand at the business" asks how to churn how rapid a motion of the dasher is needed should the dasher be lifted out of the cream, and the proper temperature of the cream. The cream should be sour but not bitter temperature about sixty degrees. The dasher should be lifted out of the cream at eaoh stroke, and make about 100 srokes per minute.

Even in the matter of washing clothes the Investigation of scientific men have

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is a whole sermon in the ray­

»roved to be of considerable importance we may trust a paper just published in a French journal, wherein a writer recommends the following mixture aa one which will save clothes from the injurious results produced by the use of seda. Two pounds of soap dissolved in five and a half gallons of water, to which add three large tablespoonfuls of ammonia and one of turpentine.

When the clock stops do not take it to the repair shop till you have tried as follows: Take off the pointers and the face take off tbe pendulum and its wire. Remove tbe ratchet from the he el an he down with great velocity. Let it go the increased speed wears away tho gum and dust from the pinions the clock cleans itself. If you have any sperm oil, put the least bit on the axles. Put the machine together, and nine times out of ten it will run just as well as if it bad been taken to the shop. In fact, this is the way most shopmen clean clocks. It takes about twenty minutes to so clean a clock and saves a dollar.

THE LOST ONES.:

Has it ever occured to you what a commentary upon our civilization are those lost women, and the attitude of society toward Jtnem A little child strays from the home Inclosure, and the whole community is on the alert to find the wanderer and restore it to its mother's arms. What rejoicing when it is found, what tearful sympathy, what heartiness of congratulation. There are no harsh comments upon the poor tired feet, be they ever so miry, no reprimand for the soiled and torn garments, no lack ot kisses for the tear-stained face. But let the child

women go .in quest of her? Do they provide all possible help for her return, or It she returns of her own motion, do they receive her with such kindness and delicacy as to secure her against wandering again? Far from it. At the first step she is denOunoed as lost —lost! echo friends and relatives—we disown you don't ever come near us to disgrace us! Lost! says society indifferently. How bad these girls are And lost! irretrievably lost—is tho

rompt

verdict of conventional moral-

ty, while one and all unite In bolting every door between her and respectability. Ah, will not those lost ones be required at our hands herealter [Mrs. Burleigh. ijti V'

THE HUMAN ROOF AND ITS THATCHING.—If the man deserves well of bis country who makea two blades of grass

Sy

frow where enly one grew before, surehe who produces a glorious crop of hair on a comparatively barren scalp deserves the hearty thanks of the obliged party. All honor, therefore, to Professor E. T. Lyon, for, unquestionably, his renowned Kathairon accomplishes this ppjeot. Gentlemen whose whiskers are shy ot making their appearance In force, or the fibers, of whose moustaches disclose those "magnificent distances" for which Washington City was once so famous, will find his flair Persuader the most wonderful enoourager of fibrous development that has ever yet been invented. Both sexes are advised to use it. as, by all odds, it Is the best article for imi "J

*uvw proving the growth and beauty come from, or where you are going to, of tho

hair,

but they will look as If you were the and dandruff, preventing it from be*1 i-—j coming harsh, dry and gray—giving it a rich gloss and endowing it with flexibility—that Toilet Chemistry has ever evolved from the vegetable kingdom.

last friend they had or expected to have on earth, with a yard of black crape dangling and waiving from their bats like so many pirate flags, and when you are covered upi they will adjourn to the nearest public house, and over their porter and cheese pray far some one elae to die as soon aa possible, with enongh to be mourned over. No cash here, no mourners. All these professional mourners have red fades and bottle noses, black suits, second-band, well Inked at tbe seams, and black gloves one-third too large. The Irienda and relatives in the carriagea have all the outward semblance of woe on them. The last appear contented, and many never enjoy a ride in a coach save on such mournful occasions. Who eyer saw anyone shed a tear at *city funeral If you would have your friends *"weep not for me when I am gone,'* die in the metropolis. Tears are for the country, along with dew, flo wers, sunshine, snakes, and toads.

keeping It free from scurf

CfASTORIA—a substitute for Castor Oil—a family physio which is pleasant to take and does not distress or gripe, but is sure to operate when all other remedies have failed. It is a purely vegetable preparation, containing neither Minerals, Morphine nor Alcohol, the result ot fifteen years experimenting by Doctor Samuel Pitcher. It is perfectly harmless and for more effective than Pills, Narcotic Syrups or Caator Oil. By soothing the system it produces natural sleep, and Is particularly adapted to crying or teething children. It kills Worms, cures Stomach Ache, Constipation, Flatulency and Derangement of the Liver. No family can afford to be without this article. It costs but 85 cents—ask your druggist to get It for you, and be will always keep

it. 3-4t.

TBS man has sever been found I who caa ohoke down tha

Torna­

do Thresher. It can't be

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chok-

•tf,and It won't toe cboketi. It .has hqq^redsof friends In thia

neighborhood wbo have tried it thoroughly

kOcm

object being to sell ma-

Ictrtfies. we won't miss a safe .1 lwherc parties are good, or forlllnlsh ample security, we don't beaitate to give long time. Some

money la necessary .bat a little will go a great waya toward a Tornado.

iian/iiAT a trial of Cider Mills, eaoh SnT Flclaiming to be the best. No. 1 I:|

I produced 9% pounds of Cidar

liVfSlUtlth

75 revolutions, No. t, 7%

••'••"pounds

with 60 revolutions, Ko.

8, 7 pounds with 60 revolutions, while the American Mill produced 9% pounds with £0 1 evolutions. See It at Jones A Jones'.

________ :4.-'.W. KTHATOBNADO SEPARATOR Is the 1

most handsomely finished, werk

1

5 best, the castings are and it is decidedly 1 every way.

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THK TORNADO SEPARATOR 30Inch in cylinder, 30 inch carrlec. The Tornado 80 loch cylinder, 41 loch carrier. The Carey Power -8 horse or 10 horse. Tne Carey

Power mounted or down. Warranted every one of them, at Jones A Jones, Terrc-Haute, Indiana.