Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 4, Number 6, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 August 1873 — Page 2

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WHAT WILL YE ANSWER BY HB0TBK A. BKXKD1CT jj|| /w— ih«hlH. through the solemn night.

In a cottage browned by the drifting year*, Lleth a maiden still anf white j^s the death-robe wet by the watcher

n«l over the sea, in a palace grand, Whwc bue Is

swept

by the murmurous

Th«» ractatless charm of that far-off land, Is the false and the talthless Allen Clyde.

,w.r ,h,wii where the elm-trees grow. Where the wind glides with its tendered tread, Rocking her thin form to and fro, fiitleth a mother alone with her dead! Aar. has not silvered the brown, wavy hair.

Nor ploughed in her forehead the farrows deep Yet from her bosom is walling the prayer, ••Glvemeforgetfolness, Father, in sleep!

over the river that Ueth between The land of tears and the city of lightOver the river, by hands uuseen,

Mother and maiden were carried to-night. It is well: we are glad that the straggle orer

We shall stand by the white throne side by side, And God will ask, Who murdered Lcnorc

And what will ye answer, Allen Clyde

A Bachelor's Dilemma.

And don't you know when you will pass through this part of the country again, Mr. Verley?'

No, I don't,' said the old bachelor, decidedly. He was something of a bear to answer go crustily, when Barbara Smith stood io the doorway with the shadowy lashes drooping over her soft brown eyes, and the roses deepening into deep carmine on her rosy cheeks, until her dress was plain in comparison. Such a pretty, big-eyed, loving little Barbara as sue was, in all the blonde freshness of her eighteen summors, and the soft sigh that fluttered from her lips as the one-horso carriago drove away, was checked almost instantly. Barbara had no idea of

Becoming

a victim of un-

requitted love, though she rather fan cied Mr. Verley during his brief stay at her father's house.

Mr. Verley drovo away through the rustling groen draperies of the summer lanes, whistling sadly as he drove.

shall be in very good time for the 12:30 train,' he meditated to himself. Punctuality is the soul of happinoss, and I never wasonoof the behind tribe, thank Provldor.c?. Besides, I think it was becoming dangerous to remain in that place any longer for I am thirtynlno to-morrow, and that is Just twenty years too old for me to go making a fool of myself.'

Fancy mo getting married No you don't, Joseph Verloy, nay friend.' As ho settled himself comfortably in the crowded railway car, and opened a letter, thn subject again occurred to his mind with curious persistence.

Tho letter of my poor brother's executor came just In time, or I should certainly have fooled away more time than would havo been sensible or profitable.'

l'oor, dear Harold 1 don't seo what on earth possessed him to fall sick and die on the way home from Venice, and leave his daughter 1 never did understand a woman's ways, and what's moro, I don't want to. 1 am to meet her at Speedville, and tako her home with mo. Ohl' groaned Mr. Verley, despalringlv. 'What am I to do with her when 1 get her there, I'd like to know. I suppose she's a groat creature with ringlets and ribbons, and has just as liko as not un Italian lover, talking sentiment to her—a creature that reads Byron, and keeps an album, and eats slate pencils and chalk. I'll seud her to a boarding school—that's what I'll do with my nieco. Perhaps, when she has graduated there, tho school-master can suggest some"moans of getting rkl of her. Of course sho'll havo a dozen large trunks, and a bonnet-box, and a pnrrot-cuge hat's the way most women travel, I believe. I'm glad I am out of tho way of Barbara's fascinations, now.'

Mr. Verley looked out of the car window in a sort of calm desperation at the prospoct before him. 1 suppose sho'll want a piano and a poodle-dog, and there's no knowing what else. I don't see why Harold wanted to die, and leavo his daughter to my enre, Just uow. Speedvlllo is twenty-seven miles further I wish it was twenty-seven hundred miles--that's what I wish.'

And wltli a viudlctivo sonilment in his mind our hero tied a red handkerchief over his head, and tried to lose himself in a series of brief, troublesome dreams, wherein tho vision of a tall, nieo young lady figured conspicuously.

Are wo hero already he stauimorod, starting to his feet, as tho conductor growled out, •Speedville Station and seising valise ant! traveling-shawl with the hustling bewilderment peculiar to peonlo just aroused from sleep, he alighted.

Speedville was rather a large-alxed village, situated at the function of several railways, with sn imposing American gothio*structure for a depot. Into the building Mr. Verley walked, looklug right and left ior the young lady Whoso guardianship he was about to assume. •ofcourse,' ho responded, mentally, 'she'll bo on the lookout for me women are proverbially curious.'

But Harold Verley's daughter was not on tho •okout for her uncle. When the crowd in. ulont to the evening train had subsided, and 4be people had gone their different ways, the only remain* ing oceupauta of tho depot were Mr, Verloy, a lame old man who sold peanuts and apples, and a decent-looking colored woman, with ft bright Madras turbau on her head, who took care of the building. Verley. alter a perplexed hesitation, addressed himself to the colored woman, who was busy polishing the windows with a piece of cruin^ bled newspaper.

Ahem S I was to meet my niece here, and I don't see her.' Your niece, sir what la her name?

Verley.' Oh 5 yes, sir she has been here theee two hours bless her dear heart, she is •sleep uow.'

Asleep Y* gasped Mr. Verley, but tho stewHs answered him by bursting Into s: inner apartment and bringing out what appeared to be a compact bundle with a pink face at one end, and a mas* of trailing embroidery at the othfrr.

Joseph Verley recoiled as far as the angle of the door would permit hiun •Why—it's a baby.'

To sure it is/ said the woman, and as flue a little girl as 1 ever saw, bless her sweet blue eyee.'

Bat isn't there a nurse or some such

Eerr

crsou here, who should take care of

'There was a nurae brought heron, air—a queer looking thing, with a yellow akin and hair black as night, and gold hoop* In her ears, but she talked something about the next steamer—I couldn't understand her lingo, sir—and went right back to New York by the 3 o'clock train.'

Joseph Verley looked aghast, staring at the rosy baby as it lay in the woman's arms ana wondering which of his lucky stars be could call on to aid him in this unlooked-for emergency.

full-grown young lady niece would have been bad enough-—but a baby! So this Is my niece, is it,' he muttered. 'And what am I going to do with her?'

He turned suddenly to the woman What time does the next train leave for Wilfleld?'

In an hour, sir.' Would you bo kind enough to take care of tho child till then I suppose I can't very well drown it or throw it un a

Sir!' ejaculated the aatomsbqfl stewardess. But Mr. Verley turned on his heels and strode out of the depot, scarcely able at first to comprehend the disaster that had befallen him.

The train was at the depot when he returned, and the woman awaited him with the sleeping infant in her arms.

Aleep, eh commenced Mr. Verley. Well, that's luck.' 'Where's the nurse, sir?' inquired the woman. 'The nurse? What nurse?'

Why, I supposed yon went away to get a nurse!' Never once thought of it!' ejacula ted Joseph, madly smiting his forehead.

Here, give the thing to me quick, the train is moving.'* He had hardly time to spring on board, as the locomotive gave an unearthly shriek, while the baby followed suit vigorously.

He staggerea to his seat, holding the umbrella and the child in one hand while In the other his valise swung backward and forward. 'There, there, bless its little heart 1' he exclaimed, im itating the colored woman, 'we won' cry, so we won't.'

But the babe evidently had no opin ion of her own upon tho subject, and would cry in spite of various blandishments practiced by the bewildered uncle, such as shaking the umbrellav swinging his watch and dancing it on both

Knees.

People began to look around re proachfuliy youugmen shrugged their shoulders, ana voung ladies giggled. 'Ilush! hush! there's a darling' whispered Mr. Verley.

But still the baby wept and wailed and gnashed its gums, for of teeth it had but two. Mr. Verley began to look around the car in search of some matrimonial dame of whom he could seek counsel, but in vain. There were only three ladies in tho car, and they were young, with round hats and dimpled cheeks.

They tloa't know anything about it,' groaned Mr. Verley, in anguish of spirit.

Oh, why didn't I have common sense enough to go and got a nurse? I suppose there is no danger of the baby bursting its lungs, but I think if there was such a contingency, this baby Is in a fair way of meeting it. Well, roar away, my young friend, I can stand it as long as you can.'

Vain boast! as futile as vain, as Mr. Vbrley soon discovered. The baby not only cried, but it soreamed it kicked, it doubled itself over in more ways than a contortionist's wildest dream could imagine and became apparently frantic with passion. The perspiration broko in hugo drops on Joseph's brow, his face flushed, aud still the cars thundered on. 'What's to become of me?' holding on to tho struggling infant by the sash that encircled its little waist, and watching its purple face with a species of delectation, 'I don't wonder that Harold died. I shall die in a week if this goes on. And it seemed so easy for Barbara Smith to take care of her little brothers and sisters. If Barbara Smith were only here.' And Verley pulled the baby back into a sitting posture with a jerk.

I'll," quoth Mr. Verley, 'I'll take the back express at four o'clock in the morning and go straight there. Ah, you stop crying, you little hypocrite, but it won't do any geod I'm not to be caught twico in the same trap.'

Barbara Smith was watering her tube roses in the bright sunshine, when he arrived with his valise and baby.

Dear mo, Mr Verloy,' she ejaculated, blushing celestial rosy rod 'why what a sweot baby.'

Yes, very swoet,' ho responded, dryly. 'It's my niece that I was to meet in Speedville.' 'Why, I thought she was a young lady

So did I, but it seems she's not. Barbara, what do you suppose brought me back?' ho added, speaking very fast for fear tho baby would cry.

I don't know/ faltered Barbara crimsoning still more. 'Perhaps you forgot something.'

Yes, I did.' 'What is it?' said Barbara, a little disappointed. 'I forgot to ask you if you *ould marry me.'

Dear tne, was that all said the young lady, demurely.

Isn't that enough Say, Barbara, will you?' I'll think of it,' aiiswered Barbara. 'No, but tell uie now. iulck, the baby's waking up.'

Well, then—yes.' Barbara had taken tlieTittlellilngin her arms and disappeared before abo time to utter her wakiug yoli. a week afterward Mr. Joseph Verley look the 12:30 return train with wife and niece, the happiest of reclaimed old bachelors, and it was all the unconscious baby's work.

TWO CENTURIES HENCE. Scene—Library in tho house of an elderly gont, somewhere in Australia. Old gentleman telegraphs to the kitchcu, and waiter ascends tu a balloon.

Old Gent—John, fly over to Calcutta, and tell Mr. Johnston that I shall be happy to have him sup with me. Never mind your coat, now,—go! John leaves, and at the end of five minutes returns.

John—Mr. Johnston says he come will he has got to go to St. Petersburg for a moment, and then be will be here.

Old Gent—Very well, John. Now start the machine for setting the table, and telegraph to my wife's room, and tell her that Johnson is coming then brush up my balloon, for I have an engagement in London at twelve o'clock.

John fiieSjand the old gentleman runs over to tbe West Indies to buy a fresh orange.

How HK CtntK» THE CHOLRBA A

Nashville man was awakened the other night by a pais in his stomach, and thinking that the cholera waa at hand, he clutched for a bottle of camphor which he kept on the table, ready for lasts at use, and commenced to apply tt with vigorous rabbins to hte abdomen. He experienced immediate relief, but waa considerably surprised at

mistake, ho lighted

le a mistake, bo lighted tbe gas and lean inspection,which resulted in discovery that instead

made tbe he bad used a bottle of ink.

Bay

camphor

TWKTjP-TTATlTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL. AUGUST 9. 1873.

Report of a Man Who Kept House While His Wife off for the Summer. _____

My wife has gone away for tbe Summer, and left me in full charge of the bouse. I like it haven't had such a run of liberty since we were married. I hope she's having a good time, lor I can uow exercise my rights as the head of the fhmily. Can't do it when she's home she'll not stand it. She hai rules, and makes every body about her toe the mark. But I've got her now,

club and got oaugbt out in the rain/ ,For half an hour I couldn't find tbe keyhole, wbich must have got mislaid. I felt for it everywhere, and even got down into the yard and examined every brick, but couldn't find it. I was in the act of calling one of my neighbors, and asking him who had carried off my frontdoor, when I happened to find it, and got into the house.

In the dark I kicked over a spittoon, but luckily didn't get any of the tobacco juice on my boots. I hung my overcoat and umbrella on a prong of the chandelier, let them drip on the parlor carpet, went up stairs, and turned in with my boots on. I thought it wasn't worth my while to pull tnem off, as I would have to get up in eight or ten hours, anyhow, If my wife had been at home she'd have had me looking an hour for the bootjack, and I would have lost that amount of rest, which my system so much needed. Besides, she'd have made me give a full account of myself, which I don't like to do. I never did believe in praising myself it's better to let others speak of one's virtues. I can now wear a shirt a week and it's nobody's business. I don't seo how I ever did get along with that woman. The idea of haying to put on a clean shirt, black ray boots, and brush up my clothes every morning, is simply ridiculous. It is a miracle to me how I ever did it and attend to my other affairs. I now read the merning paper without being forced to see an impatient woman stanaiug with her dress in one hand, looking very miserable, and finally telling me she is going down town and wants that paper.

Any one, to look at the house now, would know there's no women about, everything is so quiet and comfortable and handy. If I want to do a little figuring 1 don't have to bunt up a pencil, or pen and ink, but I just sit down to one of the .tables and do it with my finger, and there's nobody to be eternally wielding a dusting brush around my bed and telling me to get out of the way until the house is cleaned up. These are considerations that every married man should ponder over. But when we do ponder aud resolve what good does It? That's the question that is now agitating the Amerioau people. What good does it do Not a bit. If these women can't havo everything just their own way, they swoon off into hysterics. As a consequence wo have to pay a fifty dollar doctor's bill, and stay in the honse all day, fanning them, and promising in the end that "we may be happy yet," before they show any disposition to compromise. Our wives are petted too much. And this reminds me that mine won't wield to any other treatment. I undortook to prescribe a more stringent remedy for her one day, but it threw her into a fit more liko jim-jams than anything I knew of. She broke every plate in £ne house "over my head, and then I had to kiss her before she would promise not to do it again. That's what makes me

she is set in hor ways. There,

too, are the piano and guitar, which she kept going from morning until midnight filling tbe whole neighborhood with the discordant sounds which she called music. Both are as mute as the bird-cage which was vacated last week by a strategic movement of the cat.

The two hundred pots of flowors she loft me to cultivate I don't think will produce much of a crop. They're nearly all ripe now, and there's no sign of a lioweryet. I havo watered them twice since she left, but It did no good. I reckon they miss her, and are pining away because she ain't here. In this respect they do not resemble me to any alarming extent.

Our kitchen never looked better. Tho stove and pipe have assumed a beautiful red tint, and the pots are bringing forth a fine crop of white-looking vegetable mold, which I haven't learned tho name of, but she'll know it when she comes. The dishes don't look quite as bright and clean as they might, but the flies are bad this year, and ifl were to wash them every two weeks they wouldn't present a respectable appearance.

Notice to the Editor.—Please suppress that article I sent you about my "Spell of Single Blessedness," The old woman has got back.* -w ,t

BRiQHAM GETS MAD. Brigbam Young has at la*4 kicked against tbe two hundred odd curtain lectures, aud now tells what he is going to do about it. In a recent sermon he says:

I wwh my women to understand that what I am going to say is for them as well as others, aud 1 want those who are here to toll their sisters yes, all the women In the community. I am going to give you from this time to tbe ^th of October next for reflection, that you may determine whether yeu wish to stay with your husbands or not, and then I am going to set every woman at liberty, and say to them, "uow go your way.'' And my wives have got to do one of two tbings,elthor round up their shoulders to endure the afflictions of this world, and live their religion—that is, polvgamy—or they must leave for will not have them about me. I will go itito heaven alone rather than to have scratching and fighting about me. I will set all at liberty. What, first wife, too? Yes, liberate you all. I want to go somewhere or do eomething to get rid of the wblners. I do not want them to receive part of the truth and spurn the rest out of doors. Lot every man thus treat his wives keeping raiment enough to coyer his body, and say to your wives, take all (hail have and be set at liberty but if you stay with me, you shall comply with the law of God in every respect, and that, too, without any murmuring or whining. You must fulfill tbe law of God in every respect, and roundup vour shoulders to walk np to the mark without any grunting.

Wk are indebted to a scientific man for the Important information that tbe exact heat at tbe sun la 4,060,007 degrees. We ahall all know now exactly what kind of clotbea to wear when we have occasion to go there. Tbe human race can never repay the debt of gratitude it owes to these scientifio men who go wandering around at different place* with their thermometer's ascertaining how hot itia.

I#®! liikr".

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CALLING THE DEAD. Gveryhody will remember that Matilda Heron, the actress while in California, some years since, married a popular lawyer known as "Barry Bryne," from whom she subsequently parted. Upon his death, a year or two ago, Mrs. Heron went to San Franciscoin the hope of securing a portion at least of ihenandaouie property he was said to have loft, in which effort, we believe, she failed. Byrne was universally admitted to bo a man of rich and scholarly literary attainments, and of original and eloquent genius as an advocate. Among tbe many instances of this as a prosecutor, the following from a 'Frisco paper, is perhaps the most striking. Somo time in tbe year 18— a gentleman from oue section of the Cbuhtry, being displeased with the conduct, actions, or words of another manifested his disapproval by deliberately shootitig him down. Iu bis hour •of need tbe Tnfiuenoe of his element was employed. his sectional friends flocked around, eminent counsel were engaged, among whom were the names of such men as Baker, McDougal and Tingley, the leaders of the bar. Byrne, who was District Attorney, at that time a very young man of rising talents, who was winning his way to the high position he afterward attained,and

Elisber Cook, appeared for the State. The day of tiial commenced, but it was conceded on all sides that the prisoner, with bis eminent counsel, bis sympathizing friends, would cheat the gallows and mock at justice. After tbe evidence was all in, Mr. Cook made an able and brilliant opening for tbe

Droceeded

State,

but to no avail. Then followed the counsel for defense. They were forcible, able and eloquent. They had a powerful effect wrought upon the jury, and it was palpable to all that there was scarcely a possibility of a verdict antagonistic to the prisoner. Mr. Byrne in tbe court room amid deep silonce, and

to close for the prosecu

tion." Pale as the white wall around him, with long and flowing black locks, his eye burning and glowing like a blazing coal, he tore tho veil of sophistry, woven around the subject by his adversaries, and laid the bald and awful facts before the jury. Now rising to awful denunciation, beseemed aNot.esis to tho cowering criminal before him now he turned his voice to tow persuasion as he sought to mold the jury to his wishes. But, as bo paused, after a tremendous effort, his eye persuaded him that, unless he called to his aid some new and startling line of action, the verdict would be against him. At the time an old eccentric man was bailiff of the court. One of his peculiarities was to sleep through tbe arguments of counsel, and naught could arouse him save tbe command of the court, and the voice of the District Attorney directing him to dosomeoflicial act, but at these well known sounds he would start from his seat with an alac rity remarkable for one of his years. Turning to tbe man, (who was enjoying his usual nap) Byrne, to whom this idiosyncrasy was well known, pointed his finger at the peaceful countenance, and then eulogized his faithful attention to his duties. "But." said he, "he has in this case left one duty unperformed." Then, with a voice that thrilled through men's hearts and made the rafters ring: "Mr. Bailiff, call Wm. Adams." The old man sprang from his seat, and hurrying across the court room to the entrance beyond called in a weird, thick manner, the' dead man's hame. "'William Adams, William Ad ams, William Adams, come into the court." Tbe criminal shiv.ered In his seat, men's blood flowed coldly, and the silence was as death. Justice seemed crying to Heaven for retribution the faces of jurors grew white and blue, and each man glued bis eyes upon the door as if he expected tho apparition to answer the summons. Gentleman," continued Byrne, "that witness can never come. The one who can relate to you the circumstances of this tragedy lies in his cold and silent grave. No bailiff's voice can rouse him from his eternal sleep naught save tho clarion blast of tho Archangel's trump can pierce the adamantine walls of his resting place. He has been deafened forever by him who now stands arraigned at this bar. Base, brutal bloody man. upon you hangs this awful responsibility. Yjur hands have dabbled iu his blood, and as the instrument of outraged society I demand your conviction."

Genius triumphed. Justice was vindicated, and tbe prisoner expiated bis offence on the scaffold.

A WOMAN'S WRITE.

Some editor who has been victimized writes as follows: We shall never engage another woman to report gentlemen's fashions for this paper. We might have known she would Ignominlously fall but sho said gentlemen reported ladies' fashions, and she couldn't see why a woman shouldn't wrlto up the masculine mode. We couldn't see, either, so wo gave her a carte-blancee to go ahead. Aiid such a fashion article! Here is a specimen of the ridiculous stuff: A recherche spring overcoat for promenade has pretty ribbed stripes, with three ruffles on tl»e tails, festooned with tassels, single breasted collar and rolling flaps on tbo pannier. A lovely dress coat has three buttons and pockets in the rear, box-pleated on tbo hips, three-ply guipure lace on tho extreme narrative, gored in a bunch and cut bouffant. Vests button up in front, same as last year, and havo pockets, with imperial polonaise up tbe back, and oxydited buttons in double rows on tbo collar, with tab fronts. The shirt is cut tight at tho knee, and open in front or rear, as may bo preferred, with percale bosom, trimmed passementerie—tour rows of Magenta braid around the skirt, with hood tit back, bound with galloon to match. Much depends on the pantaloons. A gentleman's dress Is very incomplete without trousers. These are of some subdued color, as London smoke, and should harmonise with—the—the nock fichu. They are cut bias in both legs, with deep frills to fall oyer the instep. Tbe waist is garnished with abroad band of batiste, wk facing*, and buttons to match the—." But that ia enough, Anyone but a Sandwich Islander will see at a glance that these fashions are frightfully mixed. Who ever heard of trousers being cut bias in the legs, deep frills falling over the Instep, with a broad band of batiste—whatever they way be—and ecru facings, and things? Rather than wear pantaloons built that way. we would go without, and encase our limbs in two sections of stove-pipe.

TheSeymour Times has information that an old gentleman near Henryville, in Clarke County, while working in bis saw mill one day last week, stumbled and fell against a running circular saw, wbich cut off one of his bands and the toes of one of his feet. He says that be (felt bis toe* being cut off, but not the cutting of his hand, and did not know thst he bad lost his hand until, looking for his lost toes, be discovered his whole band lying on the ground near by him.

SHAMELESS VIENNA. The Vienna correspondent of the Baltimore American speaks as follows of marrl|§e In that city

A Aian's wealth Is often estimated in VUmna by tbe numberqjf mistresses he keeps, and the magnificence of their equipages, diamonds, and dresses. There is no city in the world, not even Paris, that can rival tho metropolis of Austria in immorality, and in these respects there is a universality of sentijuent that is quite remarkable. Ten years ago it was regarded as somewhat aograding to the female to live without marriage Now, no woman is considered as having lowered htfraelf much In the esteem of tbe neighbors unless she becomes a brazen courtesan. Tbe laws regulating marriage are, I have ascertained. different from those of any oilier civilized nation. The church is forbidden to marry auy man or woman without tbe consent of their parents. The parties proposing marriage must alt-o have the written consent of the burgomaster and authorities of the place of their nativity, which will not be given unless thoy can prove that they have means sufficient to support a family, and will not beoome a charge upon the community. During the three years which oyery able-bodied man is required to Berve in the army, he is not permitted to marry, without he has also the consent of tbe Secretary of War, or tbe General under whose command he is serving. Somo of these laws can be evaded by going to some other section of tbe country, but the bars to marriage are so great, and tbe difficulties to & overcome so numerous, that they generally prefer to do without the ceremony, and start off in life just as so many of their neighbors and friends have done before them. There is a recent law which is intended to protect tho female in these lefthanded marriages. If she ascertains that her "man," by whom she has children, is about to contract marriage, she can enter protest aud put a stop to the ceremony. It does not, however, prevent him from abandoning tho mother of his children and familiarly takiug up with his new love, just as he In days long"past took up with her. The novels daily published here all recognize this new phase of life, aild tbe most popular are those which represent their heroes and heroines as falling in love with and eloping with husbands and wives. Matrimony is ignored entirely in most of them. The marriage ceremony is daily growing more unpopular, and bids fair soon to become in Vienna—at least, to be regarded— as one of the follies of apast generation.

LOVE IN A BOX.

Tbe intelligence of a novel eiojpement has just reaohed us from New Windsor, Md. A young and enterprising mechanic of that place fell desperately In love, and resolved to marry a very handRonie but youug daughter of a wealthy merchant residing In the same place. Everything was looking immensely prosperous for tbe young couple, when the girl's father discovered she had receutly become very fond of going out at nights, and also the oause. He immediately made a visit to one of his single sisters, acoompanied by his decidedly unwilling daughter, and negotiations wore entored into for tbe aunt to take charge of the dear little creature until her passion had subsided. Having the highest confidence in his sisters ability to perform the task satisfactorily, he returned homo, leaving the girl, and looking as though quite a loaa bad been removed from his mind. The girl, being determined £o marry or die, made good her escape the first night of her bondage^ returned to her lover's home, found him walking the floor of his shop, and, in a short timo after their happy greeting was over, tbe young man might have been seew hurrying towards his father's stable. In a couple of minutes a horse and spring-wagon was drawn up to the Bliop-door, and as daylight— the sworn foe to elopers—was making its appearance, a large box was thrown hastily into the wagon, full of small air-holes prepared expressly for the occasion, and the girl crawled into tbat, was haulfd some twenty miles over a rough pike to another town, and there was married. It is thought by some of the far-seeing young men of New Windsor that there will bo a good domand for boxes hereafter. This is tho first oase of love in a box that has come under our notice.—[St. Louis Democrat.

WOMEN'S RIGHTS TRIUMPHANT. A oorreppondent who has visited the Modocs as prisoners of war says

Tbe harmony existing in these Modoc families is wonderful to behold. Never have I soen its equal in any other countiy. The woman has things her own way all the time. She can get up first in the morning, build up tho fire, clean up tbe premises, lug all the rations from the commissary to her home, do the cooking, wrap the rags about the children, and never be interfered once. The male Modoc never gets under foot. lie remains under tbo blankets until he is satisfied tbat "mnck«a mnck" Is ready, and then he comes forth and eats. He seldom or never trifles with tho domestic economy of the establishment a« long as ho gets enough food. Under tbeso circumstances the wives ought to look bright and happy but they do not. Mrs. Steamboat, and Mrs. Hooka, aud Mrs. Bogus, and every other woman who has tbe privilege of taking care of a man and the children he begets, look prematurely aged and unhappy. Bogus Charley says tbere is no satisfying these women, anyway that he has three or four squaws, aud none of them are cheerful unless shaken up occasionally.

A Littxr Giiu/h Logic.—A girl, six years old, was on a visit to her grandfather, who was aNew England divine, celebrated for bis logical powers: "Only think, grandpa, what uncle Robort

**^What does he say, my dear Why, be says tbe moon Is made of green cheese it isn*trat all, is ft?' «Well, child, supposing you find out for yourself.' $+ 'How can I, grandpa?'

Get your Bible and see what it says.' Where shall I begin Begin at tbe beginning.' a The child sat down to read the Bible. Before she got mors than half through tbe second chapter of Genesis and had read about tbe creation of tbe stars and tbe animals, she came back to bcr grandfather, her eyes all bright with tbe excitement of discovery: 'I've found it, grandpa! It isn't true for God mads tbe moon befose he made any oowa.'

Th*safest method of effectually getting rid of kidney, bladder and glandular disease, diabetes, gravel, mental and physical debility and complaints incidental to tbe weaker sex is Smolan* der's Buchu. It tones snd gently stimulates tbo entire nervous system, and positively cures all maladies of the urino-genital organs of either sex.

Aasiher Article •rCnasios Honse* hold Use Superseded. Associated with the -earlier recollections of a great man* men and women is tbe memory of the Bath brick and emery stone wherewith the knives and forks, and pans and kettles, and other kitchen articles wero at stated times "Scoured up." 'ibat primitive mode prevails to-day in'tbonsands of families who have never used Sapollo. Cut once let 8apolio be used for this purpose and that housewife never wants Bath brlch or emery stone any more. Sapollo not only seoars off all rust and tarnish, it brightens, bestows a polish as briMlant as new, apd does it one-tenth the time required by any other substance. Sold every where. Housekeepers, try It.

The Markets. TTX

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The following figures are paid te farmers and otber^by dealers In this city: BEESWAX—Yellow »i 20$ 25 BUTTER-Best 25 COKN MEAL-#Wt 75 EGUS—Fresh 10@ 12 FEATHERS—Live Geese- 60y» 65

Old 20(3 SO

FLOUIt—Fancy brands... 7 5o® 8 00 FRUIT—Green Apples- 75# 1 00 Dried (i 5

Dried Peaches. —. 5a 6

GRA.JN—Corn S5$ 40 Oats SO® 85 Rye 65 60

Wlilte wheat 180 Alabama. 1115 Mediterranean 1 10

GINSENG 80 GREASE—Brown..., 5® 8 HAY-Per ton 9 00§12 00 HIDES-Ureen trimmed 9@ 10 halted

Dry sailed US 15 Dry flint !"m 20 "Sheepskins 75® 150

TAL.IjOW 7)4 PROVISIONS—Hams. 12

Sides. 7a' 8 Shoulders. 7

MESS PORK-Per bbl 00§15 00 LARD—Country 6gj 7 POTATOES POULTRY-Turkeys, alive per tt. 10

dressed

10® 11

Ducks per dozen 2 003 S 00

•4

Qeese

Fleece

8 60

Chickens—young 8 00® 8 25

SEEDS—Flax I 45

Clover 8S 9

RAGS-Cot ton 8k WOOL—Tub-washed 43® 4o

85® 40

Unwashed, 28® 80

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SATURDAY KVENOfO

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For thYear^ 1873. rim,

REGULAR RATKS.

The SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, an Independent Weekly Newspaper, will be mailed to subscribers at TWO DOLLARS a Year ONE DOLLAR for Six Months, and FIFTY CENTS for Three Months, and to Clubs at the following rates: Three Copies, One Year 5 00 Five 8 00 Ten

Twenty

44 44

15 00

25 00

With One Copy extra to the getter up ol a Club of Ten. or more.

Mail and office Subscriptions will, invariably, be discontinued at expiration of time paid for. aii-SKi

CLVBBIXO WITH OTHER PKRI*

ODIfc'AUM.

We are enabled to offer extraordinary inducements iu tho way of clubbing with other periodicals. We will furnish tbo

tiJDQ

SATUR

DAY EVENING MAIL, PRICE J2.00 PER YEAR, with any of the periodicals enumerated below at greatly reduced rates. These periodicals will be sent direct from the.Q$cea of publication. Here is the list: ,t,

fii SEMI-WEEKLY.

The Mall aud Seml.Weckly N, Y. Tribune, price, £1.00. 14 00

WEEKLY PAPERS.'

Mall and the Indianapolis Jonrunl. price 92.00 S3 00 The Mali and the I ndtnnnpoIlM Senttnel, price C2.00 8 00 Tho Mail and the If. T. Trlbnne, price ti.00 8 00 The Mall and the I a a

New*, price 11.50 2 75 The Mall and tliu Toledo lllnde, price 2.00 —8 00 The Mall and the M. Y. World, prlco 8 00 The Mall and the Jf. Y. Him, price 11.00 2 50 The Mall and tho Prairie Farmer, prlceS 2.00 8 00 The Mall and the Western Rural, price 82.50 8 00 The Mail and the Chicago Advance, price 13.00 00 The Mall snd tho Chicago Interior, prlco 12.60 8 50 The Mall and the t'l«lcu»{«» Ilepiibllcan, price II.50 2 75 The Mall and Aitplelon'a Journal, price 14.00 °0 The Mail and the Ratal Kew Yorln. «r, price t&00.. 8 5 The Mail and Hearth and Home, price 13.00 8 75 Tne Mall and the Methodist, price 12/jO 8 00 The Mall and Every Hatarday, price 15.00 6 50 The Moil and Harper's Weekly, prloe W.00 6 00 The Mall and Harper's Bazar, price

monthlies:" ^fi

The Malt and Peterson's lingnxine price 12.00 3 00 The Mail and the American A»rlrnltnrlst. price. 11.50 60 The Mall and Dcmorest'a Month* |ytprice •»/». year......--...™......... 8 50 The Mail and Uodcy'sIoMfy'sBooU, price W.00 v"™ The Mall and Uw North Weslern

Farmer, price II/0 2 50 The Mall and the Little Corporal, price 11-50 8 00 The Mall and the Little Chief,-price 75o$nt*»"*» 26 The Mail and the Lit «c »owor,price 75cents.

Tho Mali and Merlbner's Monthly, price, *4.00 60 The Mail and the Atlnntle Month* ly, price $4.00.......... 50 Tbe Mall and Our Young Folks,

Iprice BUW 8 00 Tne Mail and Old and New, price H. 4 50 Tbe Mall and Overland Monthly, price, fl.00 60 Tne Mail and Harper's Haffsilne, jrrlce 14.00 6 Tbe Mail and Young Folks R«ral.

A IPLEIIDID CHAVri.

We will send The Mall snd Drmortfrs Monthly, which is $3 for one year, to any porson who pays us 13.60.

DKKoittesTS Monthly stands no rival

Tbe Mall and

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as a family magazine. Its choice literature, Its superior music, its large amount of valuable information and artistic illustrations, give it a justelaim to its well-earned title, "the Model Magazine of America."

CLTTBBIJTG WITH COUMTY PAPERS We bave made arrangements to

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tbe Maxi. with tbe following Newspaf®^ published In tbe neighborhood of TorreHaate, st very lew rates. Here is the Ilafc The Mall and

Sullivan Union

The Mail and

Tbe Mall and

__.43 00

Rockvilie Newt........

JiraxU Miner

The Mail and

8 00

Bowling Jr*en Archive*-—

8 00

Mvrthall Ueraid...

Tbe Mail and

The Mail and

Tbe Mail and

8 00

Hootier male

8 00

Newport 7rrtn*erip*-

8 00

Aurora Boreali*-.

8 00

Persons getting np clubs for tbe Mail,and 4-rirtng to obtain subscriptions for other periodicals on our list at the same time, will be furnished a list of the prices at which sueh subscriptions can be taken separately

WIstfaIL?08' I Terre-Baule, Indiana.