Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 4, Number 10, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 September 1873 — Page 2

Written for The Mall.]

AN OLD MAN'S RSVEB Y.

BT ALBJtHT r. BBIDOES. fe'

I «udly tarn from active life, 5^"" It* aorrow* and its care, 1, Once more to view the quifliiwud,

Or breath the fragrant air '1 That fanned ray ctitlilhood^i sunny browThat met my youthful N And lingered round me, a •pell,

Through life'* ensuing day*.

As lonely on a verdant moupd, On which In yoa .h I In pensive thought I nit me down

Beneath a beecben &hade, Fond memory'* treasured form* arwe Before my fancy'* view. Arrayed In garment* worn and war,

Yet of familiar hue.

I Join

And, young agate, In sports 1 With thoee who early died, And feel my bounding pulse* throb

With childhood'* crTm/wn tide. A la*, how swift the fleeting y»n Have winged their circling flight. The roseate flu*h of early morn

Pale* now In noon-day light.

My youth 1* gone-life'* morn ha* fled. My childhood'* cottage home Ha* vanlahed with familiar mcencm

Where *tlll in dream* I roam Yet, bowed and bent with grief

I turn to

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The tranquil scene that mark* the spot I loved while yet a boy. The purest of my *ouI"* bc*t thought#,

Do there my mind engage. And spirit-whisper*, soft and low, My aeepe*t grlel assuage. J_„_ There, girt by memorle* fond and dear,

I realize the truth The truest friend* my life has known, Were those that blessed my youth. liKAZXL,

Ind., Aug. 11,1873.

[Written expressly for The Mail.}

The Trysting Place at the Stile.

BY NETTIE BOOHE J0AB.

CHAPTER I.

Before tbern, at their feet rolled acre upon aero of fragrant meadow red with nodding clover, and droning with the hum of bees. Beyond, lay the horizon, hazy, yet golden-barred, crimson and still pulo-bued it embodied, at once, all that mysterious chlaro-jacuro" of the setting mid-summer sun. Back of them, rose a gentle eminence, woodcrownod, shadowy, silent divided in twain by a foot path, now obscure in tho twilight. liereut the base of ail this depth of shadow seated upon tho stilo of a low wall separating tho meadow from the upland, Graco Terry sat and looked at the suuset, and Beverly Willis stood at hor side looking, not at the sunset, but at her. Sho mado a picture worth studying, and was sensiblo of it, too, just as any woman is who makes a poem of herself, the thoory of unconscious simplicity notwithstanding. That dark background of trees, gliuted o'or hero and yonder, by rays of quivering light, lent to tho sceuo the richness of a Reuben's, while the far off subdued coloring of tho sunset, tinted tho tlguroiu the foreground with all the rare, transparent anil tender beauty of a Carlo Dolcl or Titian. The lady's attire was wholly in keeping with all this warmth of color and depth of shadow, a greyish robe, sheeny, silky and soft, with knots of blue at her throat and In hor hair. Her very attitude befitted the scene, graceful in her indolent poso, ono whito ringlesa hand lying idly in hor lap, the other at her side toying with her garden hat docked with clovor.

Bi'verly Willia was sufficiently skilled in art to appreciate this living model If he chose, but Just now ho saw tit to ignore lis artistic grace, and, was, Instead, making an analytical study of the lady's face, deciphering character from the physiognomy.

The strength ot one's nerves and will mu«t bo pretty ovenly balanced to bear the close scrutiny of another unmoved, draco Terry's nerves were strong, as was ovlnced by her splendid physical development, and her will was far stonger, yet, to submit to Bev. Willis' prolonged stare wa* a trial sho did not care long to endure. So with a little Impatient shrug she left off her astronomical studies to turn and look down unflinchingly into a pair of handsomo masculine eyes. They wero wide awako brown" eyes: eoa that fascinated and annoyed her by turns until at times she feared their power. Now, instead of disconcerting their owner as •he bad fully intended, she telt herseir strangely startled by their half teuder, half quiwtical expression.

Beverly Willis, I thought you came here to see the sunset and here you are staring at me oxplaln yourself," she demanded rather sharply trying to hide her slight confusion.

Instantly their expression changed to ono of mischievous audacity and tho little laugh that followed w«s teasing, also!

You are t'.ie more Interesting study, that's all," was tho answer.

Grace felt a sudden Impulse to box his ear*, but she only reached her eyebrows and turned again to her former •tudv of the western sky, whilo Beverly Willia for a moment continued to study the set of her red lips, wondering what gave them their little cynical curl so out of keeping with their tremulous carrying. "Truth is one of tho commendable virtue*. Ml*a Uraee, Isn't it? On® you maioualy inculcate into the tender mind* yon foetor under your car® don't you llo added after a pause.

Certainly truth Is commendable at all times I hate a Har but, if you talk nonsense any mora this evening. I'll reeeut it and quarrel with you. 1 believe yon have been all this Umo trying to decipher whether I mo carmine ami chalk or real pearl powder'

He laughingly parried this little thrust by, ••Neither, I'd wager this opal ring yon admire so much on tho genuineness of your complexion.''

Thou tho ring is mine, for I use lemon julo® as an antidote tot tan and freckle*, and glycerine for smoothness and transparency."

He laughed again, far her foarleaa frank nee* was a never ending sou roe of delight to him, and one of his late pleasures wa* to atartle this girl Into little trade* of feeling. She wa**oselfpotsed, so self-reliant, that few seldom' gained thin power over her.

He bad known her but three month*, yet they had managed to quarrel a score of time*, once aertoualy. Even now they were but new-avowed friends and he had persuaded her to take this walk with him as proof of perfect reconciliation. He had no Intention than of quarreling with her to-night. He knew her well enough, however, to know that if he perateted in his tearing mood that she would make her threat •ood. Her wit waa keen, too keen for if Klin He waa tired of theee fierce altensions that had in them muehof bitter resentment and ™ortlfication. Their last •pawam at arms* had tangbt him that herpride waa atrong aa death

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and he had about made t^ hia mind to never wound it again. Iter friendship 1 will have he had vowod time and again within the last few weeks. So with the*© thoughts struggling through hia brain, the man dropped his gray tantalizing air and looked thoughtfully away beyond the nodding clover. Other thougnts too held dominant sway in his mind, of which she waa subject.

Grace had expected a aaucy rejoinder to her speech and the prolonged silence that fallowed, puutled her. she gl*noed down stealthily at him, and was still more surprised to see biin so and thoughtful. What did he mean to-night, was ho golug to be silly like mast men she had reigned over for a clan— —J somethini

time? He caught her »«*, Pf hapa, divined something of her thoughts (br bo ftioed her abruptly and

Grace, you will not be offeud-

ed If I aak you a personal question will you?" I can't tell, it depends upon whether It is a proper question or not," ahe rejolnod laughingly. "You might notdoetn It strictly proper, but presuming upon our knowledge of each other, I do."

Grace sat for a moment, debating the expediency of hearing him, then: I will bear you, and answer if deem your question a Just one."

Well, Miss Grace ever since I first saw you I've noticed that your face in repose wears an habitual sadness, and your cynical views of mankind, taken with this fact, has led me to wonder what was tbo nature of the storm that has swept over you at some time. That there was such I have your own words Won't you tell me all about It T"

He ueeded no words to tell him that his surmises were true, for aa he spoke into the startled irlds meeting his there crept a look or pain, and about tho set mouth two little lines deepened. A stranger would have noticed no change, out Willis was observant of ev*ry expression.

Instead of a reply, she looked down at the clover and spving a daisy, point edit aut and asked hiin to get it for her If her life had depended upon its pos session she could not havo been more eager to cull and wear it. Willis secured it and as he dropped It tu her white palm, quoted meaningly:

Iu Eastern lands they talk in Uowors, And they tell lu a garland their loves and cares Each blossom that blooms In their garden bowers.

On its leaves a mystic language bears Then gather a wreath from these garden bowers,

And tell the wish of thy heart In flowers." Grace shook her head and smiled, as she fastened the flower on her bosom, then began a botanical study of its structure. If sho meant to ignore Willis's question, he did not, for he came back to it immediately, with, "Am I to understand that my remark was offensive, Miss Grace?

She looked at him bravely at that and answered slowly, "No, I only wish I could take offense but I do not think you mean to be simply inqulsltivo, BO I'll try and tell yon n^hat you desire to know. When I was about nineteen I did experience a slight earthquake of the passions. The pith of the matter is, I then loved a man with all the girlish enthusiasm of my heart, but I found out one day that my idol was veritable clay—sadly marred at that. I have always remembered that lesson which is the key to my cynicism, I suppose. If I seemed sad, then 1 belio my own feelings, for life is very sweet and dear to mo, and I would not change it if I had the power. See, tho sun is down and these trees are full of bugs and bats, let's go home."

Tho constrained voico ceased, she arose, descended the steps and laid her white hand in his arm and they passed on into a path through the upland, now black in the nightfall.

CHAPTER II.

(trace Terry was a quoer, strongminded woman, said her lady friends. Sho was a deuced clever, fascinating ono echoed tho gentlemen, and, perhaps, they were the better judges, for it has almost passed Into an axiom, that women are slightly credulous of thoirown sex. Graco nevercould have been a more modorn bolle, and the reason was obvious—she was too straightforward to court admiration at the expense of tho passions. Sho waa not coquettish, for, sho lacked the subtle suavity of a Circe, and tho heartlessness oi a Ninon. The court she held was a higher one men valued her companionship for its own intrinsic worth the clasp of her white hand meant friendship, steadfast and loyal. She was witty, caustic to a fault, but her real charm lay iu hor positive knowledge of every thing she discussed. She was a studont from love of study, and a critic by nature. Those who knew her best, prized her most, though fow were admitted into tho pale of confidence. Voor child, hers had boen a life of potty cares and turmoils. Born out yonder on tho Western frontiers, she was the eldest child of a poor honest farmer, who came with his bride from New Hampshire hills, to build up a home where soil was rich and acres were plentiful. Sho waa an eager, precocious child,, perhaps, imbibing something of the invigorating elements of her native air but this very procociousness brought hor to grief while ahe yet in plnaforea. As is usual wit., such children, ahe delighted more in booka than companions or toy houses, Such should live in the shadow of school houses, but her western homo was too new to afford more than shelter and sustenance so sho grew jap to theage of l^n without noelng the inalde of an ii. Itntlon of learning.

True, ahe Keel red a few crumb* of knowledge, now and then, when stormy wintrv days, and dull Sundays, permitted her parents a relaxation from toll, but, eveu then, thepreaaing wanta of a fast growing family made their mental culture a secondary object. About this time a maiden alater of bar mother's came to visit them, and, taking a fancy to her bright niece, overcame all ob*tados and carried Grace back to her New Hampshire home. Here the child throve and grew aa

seminary, when a letter from her father closed that programme forever. Her mother waa failing rapidly In health, ahe must come home at ones. Home she accordingly went, to toil, nurse, to hope against hope. In one short year her good mother lav under the turf, and Graco, a yonng, Inexperienced girl, became the appointed mistress of her father'* child-foil house. Bravely ahe

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ave up her bright fair dreama and pat girlish hands to the taak ailoted to her. That ahe did not sometimes rebel and moan in dreary heart aickneas were not true bat ahe did it only in the secret presence of her Maker.

To her dear ones aba waa "dear slater Grace*' and "my well beloved daughter." Her chief pleaaure now lay In promoting their general good, educationally, for schools were beginning to grow and thrive around them. The winter after her mother died ahe taught the dliUfet school heraelf with filing credit. Another year of toil I ed hia loei ennui.

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and she waa releaaed from her post of honor, for her father then installed a new mlatreaa over hearth and home. He knew, per hapa, something of the heart-alckneea of hia brave girl for he now kindly offered ber again all her old educational advantage*. But, although appreciating his generosity, ahe declined, and, with his approval turned her face towards a new field. The nearest town was fast growing into a city—railroads were creeping in with their attendent supply and demand, and through a friend she was offered and accented a position as teacher in its moat Important school.

Here then sho came to labor, and here sho met, at nineteen, Wealy Holmes, and loved him. He was a gay, fascinating man wholly unworthy of her, for he lacked the elements of a true gentleman. But in her Infatuation, to Grace he was the embodiment of noble manhood. He was the son of a well-to-do banker, and waa proficient in all aoclety'a graces, and poor Grace accepted this giafe of' tinsel for the true gold.

They met first at tbo house of a friend* and their passing acquaintance soon became closer than a brother's," at least, on Grace's part. He hated himself for becoming entangled In an "amour" with tho pretty teacher. "But," he argued, it is so confounded hard to resist the sparkle of her pansy blue eyes, and the play of her curving Hps." l^eollng thus, it was easy for the man to sworve from his allegiHnce and pay homage to a new face, especially a fair one, backed by fifty thousand dollars. Graoe first was puzaled, then doubting, but when doubt became a certainty, her wholo nature revolted. Hor nature was so pure and strong, that her loves and hatreds grow "near as deep as trees." What wonder then that the battle was fiorce and long. Prldo is to woman what strength is to man a safe guard in times of peril. Grace's pride served hor royally, and the "daw never guessed how deeply the heart he had pocked, was wounaed." The tragedy culminated by Grace sending bim a little gold ring inclosed In a paper whereon ho read, "doubt kills love, take back your gaged'amour.'" Poor child, the strife left her cynicism lor trust, self reliance whore sho once felt dependence. True, the first bitterness ebbed out, her constantly enlarging sphere of usefulness compensated for much she had lost, and new friends and herirts sworo homage to her.

To all protestations of love, however, she turned away with cynical ears, "My fuith is to "weak to grasp your meaning," was her inveterate answer. Thus at twenty-two we find her loved by many, yet loving none, save with friendship's steady passion. Three months beforo my opening scene, she had formed the acquaintance of Beverly Willis, a bachelor of thirty, of steady habits, good sense, and by profession and practicc, a lowyer. 1 emphasize practicc, because the profession of law without this attendant element i£ a myth and day dream.

Beverly Willis was the mogul of his profession in W and will bear me out in my assertion. "I am not a marrying man," for five years had been bis coat of arms, and society in W was well cognizant of the motto. But the man was neither recluse or blackleg, but a genial whole-souled fellow—delighting in all seasonable pleasures. He was, perhaps, over cautious, so much so that marriage became too much a "Vaventurc" to induce him to enter its precincts. Ho chanced to attend an exercise at the academy where Grace was teacher, and there met her. Sho was something new to him, a book whoso leaves were not all out, while he, to her, was a man sensible enough, if be would always remember to talk sense. Mutually pleased, they driftod into that friendly channel pleasant to sail in, if one keeps a look out for sna^s and quicksands. "I must not do this little girl any harm," had been an early resolution with him. "I must see that she understands my position in lite" he resolved. This may sound very coxcomical in bim, but if all men belil their honor, and woman's faith as dear as he did, a similar frankness would be most praiseworthy. So one eveniug during the brief summer vacation, as they sat tog- tber in the moonlight, he stated his position. They bad beon talking about a certain false modesty that actuated some pcoplo, especially women. Grace had just been saying that "she deemed a woman had the privilege to make hersolf understood in affairs of the heart as well as a man, and if necessity over required it she would not hesitato to Bpeak her feeling* and If be be an honorable man bell love me all the better," sho avowed.

Woll, then, Miss Grace, sinco frankness is an element of your creed, shall embraco the faith, also," and he went on, making, in his effort to handle so delicate a subject dexterously, a sad jargon of it, until Grace, taking pity on him, laughed merrily, saying with a winked grimace, "Oh! I understand, you want mo to know that you are not a marrying man, so that I'll not bo making love to you. What unmitigated conceit!"

Willis' face crimsoned, for it struck him, all at once, how terribly conceited his remarks were. "I beg your pardon," ho began, deprecatlngly. "while 1 do wish you to understand that I shall never marry, I am not such an egregious ape as to suppose that all women, and yeu especially, dealre the honor of becoming my wife. I simply yalue your frienndship and desire to retain it without a possible chance of injuring you publicly or privately."

Grace bowed rather haughtily: Thanks, but you see I waa aware Of all thin, (give me credit for my penetration, saucily,) Madame Grundy told me before I knew you, that you were an inveterate bachelor, and yesterday a chit of mine called me an old maid, so you see we are both invincible. Your peace la safe with me, since "the tender graco" died with me years ago." •Haveyou then suffered loaa?' he queried scanning her serene face for a algn. 'Don't aak me,* ahe replied,sharply and haughtily. 'I aak you no questions and expect none from you—we know enough to understand our relative poaitiona.' Ho they drifted oa through the aummer and early autumn. He waa counselor, adviaer, and the admonished by urns—they argued, quarreled, made «p, and quarreled again, also, by turn*. But nothing under the sua can run eternally iu the self aame groove friction either widen* or deepens the space or some tangible preeaure to brought to bear to change the nature of things. Water nibble® at the shore, and tbo land disappears rocks cramble and become the elemeuta of new strata. Se with the human pa»aiona, love must be fed or it dies simple friendship either deepens Into love, suffers estrangement or becomes a mere shadow. So with Beverly Willis and Grace Terry, their friendship assumed aa many different phases ss the kaleidoscope. Their last quarrel had taught them, however, that 'know thyself waa the philosopher's axiom, little comprehended by every day morula. Grace missed ber Mead, yet, sooooat-

because the season was oppressive and herself needing rest. Forthwith, then, *be packed her trunk and departed for ber country home. With Willia, he reasoned that professional men needed relaxation whenever work became Irksome, and ordinary pleaeurea ceased to charm, so ha too shut hia office and sought the restorative influence of trav el. Grace moped, then was terribly in earnest by turn*. Willia traveled, smoked, yawned assiduously, finally oame home disgusted. A week after his return, when going down street whom should he encounter but Grace, travel-sachet in bsnd, fresh from rural enjoyments He experienced suddenly a thrill of gouuine animation and bis face showed it, but Grace was not to be so easily appeased. Her pride was suffering, and, consequently, she waa freezingly polite. To bis petition to call, he got, "If it waa really necessary." It was necessary, for he had an explanation to make, her pardon to crave and receive. A reconciliation followed and her consequeuce, we

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in upon them the next evening own tne stile. Atone, a vaatcf counteuauce, a certain arrangements of materlul objects, often awaken "memories dear. we pass a clump of trees, the loaning of the trunks, the interlacing of the boughs, recall some lar off* nook, where wo have, perhaps, met and loved. We see a face, and, its familiar smile brings up some other face, far from our present scenes. Event* and places aro Inseparably connected with these material objects. So became the meadow stllo to my hero and borolue. Here they Idled and dreamed dreams. Grace began berscbool again, and was uot sorry sho protested since Idlenc&e was provocative of many vices. Her first week was trying, and on Saturday she felt tired and worn so aa it neared the sunset hour sho started out for a walk, turning mechanically towards tho stile. Sho had sat there perhaps an hour, when she beard, bohind her, the soft nestle of dead leaves, and glanced up, to find Willis beside hor. "Mrs. Wells said you wero out, and I thought I'd find you here. Am I not a clever guesser

Graco made room for bim upon the steps, "Very—I believe you saw me pass from your window," she smiled, noticing that under bis gay manner something was agitating bim.

No, I've boen too busy all afternoon to even look up. Head that, and then I'll talk to you further"

It wns a letter written in a masculine hand, but, seemingly with much effort. It ran thus: "Dear Brother—Come as soon as you get this, my time is about up, andl must see you ere I die. Bring those papers and come. I am too feeble to write more. Your loving brother, James Willis." It was post-marked Sacramento, California.

Grace slightly paled, as she looked up and caught Willis' eyes. "I did not know you liad any brother but Arnold," she faltered. "James is my balf-brotber whom I've not seen for ten years. He was a wild harum-scarum and gave the family much trouble. Finally be forged a note on my father's partner, was found out, and ran off, leaving father to settle the affair aa best he might. The papers he refers to, relate to bis share of tho estate which I've managed for him with his consent. Poor James! I start to-nigbt to Calilornin." "To-night," murmured Grace, her eyes darkening, her lips quivering. "Yes, you see ho

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diately,' so talk fast, you have only three hours in which to bid me God speed."

It is so sudden you've startled me so but I do bid you God speed, Beverly. you know that." "Yes,I believe you do Grace, and He alone

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again." This was before the Union Pacific girled the mountains when California meant "across the plains," danger, perhaps, death.

They talked on, of their respective duties, his journey and errand, and through all feeling a pang akin to pain. All too soon came the parting, and as they stood under the stars, hand in hand, face to face, each realized the other's worth, alas! too late. He passed out into the deserted street and on to far west battling ever against a fierce pang gnawingat his heart—ever craving a joy that was lost. She went first to her room to sob,through the night as only a woman can sob wnen grien disappointment, and pain enthrall her in darkness, then, on the morrow, she faced her world again, still to mean with tho angel, "It might have been."

CHAPTER III.

The winter set In early and Inclement and, while it was still comparatively mild with us, Grace knew that farther west the snows were piling high In mountain passes and gulches, and night after night as she knelt to pray, the prayer that roso oflenest was,"keep the wanderer safe, my Father, keep him safe from harm, for Thou knowest." Ho alone knows the cry of a sick soul. Towatd tbo holidays, Grace received a letter telling of the travelor safe arrival—the dying state of his brother, and his joy at his coming. It contained no word though, of how he had hungered for, and missed ber day and night, on plain and through wilderness wastes. As Grace read the memory of another dead past arose to mock her—her faith a broken chain, her love a slighted token, and she grew sad and bitter. Toward March atill another miasive came, this time bearing tidings of death. "It la useless to write soon again, the winter is so severe and mails so irregular, so do not expect to bear from me until spring opens," it concluded. Longfellow says: "Misfortunes come not singly, But as If tbey watched and waited, When the first descend other* follow, follow."

Grace soon fbund a new sorrow to combat iu the sudden illness and death of a favorite brother. So, to the world, whatever of pain ahe evinced found a ready excuse. With returning spring hope revived, only to die out as the season advanced, and summer trooped In with her roses. School closed and Grace looked at her empty chair and sighed, as she reached down ber broftd brimmed hat. "I am tired to death," she muttered trudging up the street,maple lined, cool and grassy. "1*11 go home and leave these books, and lake a walk." The light burden discarded, Grace soon found herself once more seeking the trysting place at the stile. Rhe^ nad not been there since the night Beverly Willis bade her good-bye. "One could not well ap-

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nee deep all around," she reasoned by way of exculpation, forgetting that all of budding spring Intervened. Much of the old oeauty lingered about the scene, the nodding clover, rustling trees, and sunset mellow and golden, were all the aame. The greatest change lay In the fares of the watcher—St was so weary sad worn—pale, too. but, perhaps, those sabls robes lent that effort. The cynical curl of the line was more marked and the whole demeanor haughtier. Long ahe sat there, her chin resting in her upturned palms, "think­

ing, ever thinking." Tho early dew waa falling and her black dress waa becoming limp, yet ahe dldaotatir. All at once a shapely band wearing upon the third finger an opal ring, waa thrust in hor tap. Sho gaxed at it, and turned deadly pale: hlowly ahe raised ber eyas and aaw above ber, dUtluct in tho failing light, the bronzed face o! Beverly Willis. With a low cry ahe sprang to hor feet, and conlrontod him. "You see I knew wberoto find you. Miss Graoe. I've uot forgotten old habits. But upon my honor you give a fallow meagre welcome."

Ob, Beverly, I'm so, so glad to see you," she found voico to say, all uncouscioualy betraying her true self. He had her hand fast, though they fluttered liko imprisoned birds, all the wretched yearning of a year abowlug itself in hia eyes.

If you'll prove it, I shall believe you," he answered. The crimson on Grace's cheek overspread the pale. "How can I, what shsli I say V* ahe exclaimed.

He released ber hands and opened bis arms, "Graco, Grace, I've wanted you so sorelv cannot you let your proof that you've missed mo, bo as mlno."

Grace drew in her breath hard, tho tranaition from despair to Joy was ao sudden then abe twiued her white arma about him and his lips touched bers. He wasauswered.

An hour later Grace looked up aauclly, saying in her old wicked way, "Beverly, don't you think you'd better go? you aro not a marrying man, you know, and you might"—that sentence was never finished, Beverly Willis abruptly ended it.

Two years ago I aaw a. beautiful portrait in the studio of a popular artist. It was that of a lady with slightly cynical lips, pansy blue oyes, and a fair Intellectual face. She was seated upon a meadow stile, and on the prospective rose a wooded upland. Upou inquiring I learned that it belonged to Beverly Willi*, lawyer was a lamilv portrait, and the subject was his wire. Verily "All Is well, that ends well."

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K~. COUNTER-HOPPERS.^^

What Qail Hamilton Has to Say about Them.

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From Harper's Bazar.]

A plainly, but perfectly dressed lady, with tho best blood of the world in her veins, and—what is more imposing to the haberdasbing heart—witii plenty of money In her pocket, went not long since into a shop to buy napkins. The potentate of the counter showed hernapery as he thought suited to hor social position. "These are rather coarse," she suggested. "Haveyou none finer?" "Oh, yes," said the gentleman, "but they are more expensive." It i9 ever to be regretted that tho lady turned in silence and left the shop, because that clerk will never know that it was his own idiotic eflrontery, and not tho expense of the napkins, which lost bim the customer.

A lady, who never made any groat figure in the world, and certainly not iu a water-proof cloak on a rainy day, was seeking a parasol. Tho clerk showed her some very common, not to say shabby specimens, which she declined, A little farther down tho counter she bought a whole piece of fine and costly linen, observing which, the knight of the parasol camo down and begged her to re-examine bis assortment, of which he had contrived to unearth an altogether different and better collection. She, too, fell below the requirements of tbe occasion, and bought her parasol without enlightening Tiim upon her discovery of his stupid mistake.

A lady, large and lovely, a serone Quaker goddess, made some benevolent causal romark to the clerk with whom she was trafficking, just as she would have patted tbe head of a strange dog who might have run up and sniffed at ber gown, and tbe littlo whippersnapper clerk followed her to the door and—winked at her. And while she stood staring at him in her first amazed consciousneas of his individual existence, he winked again! Thus vacuous do tbe gods make a human skull, yet furnish it with all the gangha of lire.

Happy are those merchants who can secure the right sort of clerks!—for right sort thero Is. I bought a tablecloth of him yesterday. I had forgotten to take the size of the table, or a pattern of the color to be matchod. Patiently he evolved my probable needa from my fragmentary facta, discussed pleasantly the presumptive evidence, and seemed aa much interested in the harmonies of my dining-room as if be had expected to eat there thrice a day during the remainder of his natural life.

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know of a surety that my dining-room waa no more to bim than tbe peanutatand on the common opposite. Me and it has he already alike forgotten. None the less was bis monetary and friendly, but not familiar, interest in me ana mine, altogether winniug and encouraging and doubtless it was, for that moment, altogether sincere. His sympathetic and refined nature does unquestionably and spontaneously allv itself for success and good cheer to all who appeal to bim. May his kind heart, bis welcoming fece and bis engaging manners be a mine of wealth to himself and all hia employers and dependents.

Tnt attentlon of young ladiWi whej have exhausted all internet in ordinary social pleasures is invited to tbe following new parlor game: Let a yonng man procure a stick of candy (the shorter tbe better) before starting toaeehla sweetheart. Wait until ths "old folks" have left the parlor, when be must insert one end of the stick in bis mouth, and induce his "dulcinea" to take tbe other between her honey coated J'pe* Both commence sucking the candy at the same time. Now. tho point of the game is to see which will get to the middle of the stick first. When that point is resched remain there a* long as possible*-- &<•

A HARTFOHD gentleman who had tarriedhae at a w%e supper, found bis wife waiting his return, in a high state of nervousness. Said she— Here 1 ve been wsiting, and rocking In the chair Hill my bead spins round like a top!' •Jes so, wife, where I've been/ responded be, */r# in Ou- atmoMphere

RHODE ISLAND EPIIAFII. Here lie* poor Johnny Pumbleeod Have mercy on him gracious God! He would on you. If ne were God And you were Johnny Pumbleeod.

*«Mto«rs,

who were the best and tkllart bmtaewives la tbe world—excepting oar grandmothers took especial pride in tbepoajuwlon of rows of Unwara that glteumed like a polUhed »,'Tub£TW?,*

iT£5i»

material*, inch as Bath brick, emery, rotten material*, inch as Bath brt efcemerv,« •tone, ete~ It was a serioo* labonaibeit of tovsTKow-a-daya, however, tbeirdai MM on 8apolio, and In one hour eaa pi more wtleMUd do It better thsa —~f ooaldMJ* whole dar. If yoo wl*h to excel TOUT mother* tn tbe brfghtnest of your Utcbea ware, useiapollo.

NOW.

If I were to glvo you a motto to go through life with—ono that would stand you for a warning and eounsel in any strait in which you might find yourselves—I would give it in this word,

Now." Don't waste your time and your strength, and your opportunities, by always meaning to do something—do it. Only weakneea cornea of indecision. Why, somo people have so accustomed themselves to this way of dawdling from ono thing to another, that it seems impossible for them to squarely make up their minda to anything. They quite knew what they meant to do next their only pleaaure aeeuia to consist in putting off aa long as possible, and then dragging slowly through thorn, rather tbnu doing anything else.

Don't live a single hour of life without doing exactly what Is to be dono in it, and going straight through it from beginning to end. Work, play, study, whatever it is, take hold at once and finish it up squarely and cleanly, and then to tbe next thing, without letting any momenta drop out between. It ia wonderful to seo how many hours theso prompt people contrivo to make of a day it is aa if tbey picked up the moments that the dawdlers lost. And if you ever find yourself where you have so many things pressing that you hardly know how to begin, let me tell you a 8ecret: take hold of the first one that cornea to hand, and you will find the rest all falling into one file aud following after, liko a company of woll-driil-ed soldiers and though work may be hard to meet when it charges down in a squad, it is easily vanquished when brought into line. You may have often,r seen the anecdote of the man who was. asked bow be accomplished so much in bis life. "My father taught me," was the reply, "when I bad anything to do, to go aud do It!" There is the secret— tho magic word "Now."

MANY uterine affections deprass tlfe mental faculties as well aa undermine the constitution generally. This can be prevented by taking an occasional dose of Smolander's Bucbu, which is also administered with the bappieBt results for kidney, bladder and glandular diseases, diabetes, gravol, errors of youth, female con-plaints, incontinence and retention of urine, and maladies of the urino-genital organs.

D. W. VOORHEKS. A. B. CARLTON. T^OORHEES & CARLTON,

ATTORNEYS AT LAW.

Having formed a copartnership will practice law In all its branches. OOlce-Xo. 003 Main St., Torrc-llante,

OIIN T. SCOTT,

Attorney at Law,

OFFICE, 118% MAIN HTREKT, Sooth between Fourth and Fifth 8ts., mar22 Terrc-ll»ni«, Ind.

R. KESTER,

K:

iSfev

Attorney at Law,

AND GENERAL COLLECTING & REAL ESTATE AGENT, 141 Main Street, Terre-llnnte.

Money advanced on good notes, fIeb8-Gm

JAMES

R. BAKER,

JgOUDINOT & BROWN,

JMy

he deceive me? Not a bit. I

*s

Attorney at Law, CLINTON, IND., Real Estate A Collecting Agent, f. Will practice in Parke and Vigo Counties.

Attorneys and Loan Agent?,

Represent eastern capitalist* In (.lacing Loans on Real Estate in Terre Haute, in large amount*, from five to ten years, «»t 9 per cent, and a reasonable commission. Office in Opera House, mar8-8m

E. HOSFORI),

Attorney at Law,

COR FOURTH AXD MAIN BT8.

J. P. Worrell, M. D.,

Sixth St., Nonlh of Ohio.

OrriCK HOUIIH—S to 9 o'clock A. M. 2 to 4 and 7 and 8 o'clock p. M.,and all other hour* night or day when not absent professionally. ftb8-tf

R. L. H. BARTHOLOMEW,

Dentist

No. 157 Main Street,

Terre-IIaute, Ind.

Terre-Haute Bank,

NO. 144 if A IN STREET, UY8 and Sell* Exchange, make* Collections and tranact* a General Banking

&Llu«£" ,,,,,,, 1 W, q. MAUI LilJ, |an4-tt. Cashier

RENTS' & LADIES' WEAR

CLEAVED A COLORED! Genu' Wear repaired neatly at

H. F. Reiner's Dye House,

Main (St., bet. dtb 7th. ap6-tl

ARLY & ROACH, MAircrAcrrmEKfl o*

•Ski:

Saddles and Harness,

Dealers in Collars, Whipt, Trunk*, die., SO. MAIN STREET, North *lde, between 3rd and 4 th, TerreIIaute, Indiana. Agent* for Uncle Bam 1i Ham MM Oil. VMjr

NEW BATH ROOMS!

Anew and reliable change ha*been mad in order to furnt*h

HOT AND COLD BATHS,

At all time* at the New Bath Room* and Barbershop on Ohio St.* feet. 3rd dc 4th.

Dr. A. Blitz,

Oenlfat 4t Anrl*t, Ha* permanently located In this city, and take* pleaxure fn announcing to tbe pnblicln thlaclty and viclalty, that be

111 alve hi* special attention OSI.Y to tbe MEDICAL ana SURGICAL treatment of ALL dlacaaes of the YE and EAR. Artiflclal eye* Inserted, of-( •e« 119 Mala itreei,ke tweea 41k *a4 5ih St*., over Hage'* Confectionery Store. TERRE-HAUTE, ug2. Indiana.

4tZ. AnA PEB DAY! AGENTS $0 tO $20 wanted! All claaeee of working people, of either *ex, yoon* or old, make more money at work tor uafc their •pare momenta, or *H the Ume, than at Anvthlnff fiiufi pifUflttliri frw» Audr6H

C^PorUaiid. Maine. *7-ly