Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 5, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 May 1875 — Page 7
A PAPER
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PEOPLE.
ONLY A WOMAN. |J UV liESTii* A. UBKUHr. JUfcK Only a Hainan, l«l
The piny of
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prey of the
& Cheek* that nrr-hrrcnkeu,
Eye* that an- v:: -u Lip* that wi-r* never or hold. Outy tt woman forsaken ami poor, Asking alms at the bronze church Hark to ihi- org roll op^n roll Tin* wav of lis mslc gon Lr her sonl
Silk* rustle watt her •-$? ^1$ my-yg, $ Thicker and faster The great boll ccases H* toll. Falu would she enter, but not. for the poor Hwingeth wldeonen the-bronzeChurclidoor. Ouly a wG*.n&i—waitingalone, K\, s® Icily oold, on au iee-cshl throne.,,
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Wbat do they care for her? -fi Mumbling a pruycr for hvr, Giving not broad but a stone. Under old laav^s Uielr haughty hearts beat, Mocking the wo«*sof tholr bin In the street. Only woman! In the old days Hoik:a
i3inkvl to her ita happiest lay# r^om'juody her, Homebody kl.Hsed her, Hoiu»5)o!y crowiK-d her with pralw Roiii.'lxuly ft&CAd the buttles of lifu Htrotrj for her sake who wns mother, or
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Homebody Urn with a trews of her hair Light on hi* bean wher? thedf.nth-shadows lire
Homebody waits ft»r her.
Opening ihc gates for bur, -a (ifvin^ .tdlght for d^puJr,
Old Flames.
A VAMP MEETING ROMANCE.
"It's too aggravating, so it isf Dear me! I wish I never forgot anything." No, no! for mercy's sake don't wish you nover forgot anything for then you'd ahvavu
IJUVO
Again Alice Kildaro laughed. "Suo and I aro going to have our fortunes told Auut Luetic. Go with us, venerable mothor, and soo that ifs done right.
I can tell yours wiUmut looking into a globe of mesmerised wator. You'll be an old maid, mark tl*» prediotion. You havo tho elements of an old maid in ^'our soul— one sort of an old maid, that
"What aro tho Women ty of an old maid,' Aunt Laot?
4,)n!-~of
your *wt of old maid—a
high spirit/a bright mind, a sharp tongue, and an uiwentrollablo love of flirting. You'll he the sort of an old maid that takes to Woman's Rights and things—not the sort that takes to oats and religion. Onco anoro, mark tho prophecy, Alico Kcunorelda Kildare!"
For tho third time. Alico laughed, her bright, spunky, ringing laugh, and then clapped on hergyp«y hat and went with her friend Sue to soo Mine. Minchauskl, tho groat clairvoyant sibyl, who could miraculously soothe shadow of coming events in a globe «f mesmerised water —at so much a head.
AUco was betrothed to A slim, handsome, long-haired college student who wroto poetry and had an JKolian harp in one window and a rose geranium in the other, and iue*ut to go into the literary as soon as ho was dono colleeo. Ho wan very mur.h In love, and Alice was—oh I dreadfully in love, but that didn't at all prevent this truthhil young lady from flirting with a dozen other young men all at once, and telling no ond of white lies about nor engagement. Sho was oxceediagly attractive, but not so pretty as she w*« bright, piquant, and spirited.- At this very time, when she lay awake night* thinking of her betrothed, and never went to bed without tenderly kissing photograph, at this verv time she waa flirting desperately with Tom Cretghtwn, her lover's classmate, a rich man's von who was at home on a three month's leave of absence which had liecn recommended by the college faculty. W*rat of all, sho had allowed 1\m Creigbton, in the presence of a third person, to tell her a slanderous story about hor lover one which she knew must be &I»e and there she sat and listened to it without tho faintcwt attempt to light lor her lover's good name. Just for few Tom Creighton woulu think she mm engaged, If she said anything. I don't defend her, mind you I' think auch conduct was simply scandalous, acxl snvh a young iadv don't deserve even to bare anybody to fall in love with ,her no, not if she Ilvetl to be 1,000 yeans old.
Well, what doea the aibyl say asked Aunt I^aetle. "She's a humbug," said Alico, savagely. "I'm sorry went. It's real Hiliv and wrong to encourage such wicked Imposture, besides.?
This time Sue laughed. "The sibyl didn't aav Alice was to bo married, and so she thinks the sibyl is a humbug," "said Sao. "We went into a darkened room, and in one corner there sat a little ghostly waxy-looking eld woman, with great hollow black eyea. She had a glare* globe of water before her on a little stand. The water had been maguetixeri, she said, and she, being a rfalrwas able, by her second eight, the water beautijfal picture* and visions of events to come. Then she took Alk»*i hand and pressed it iagainst her forehead, and oegan to wink ami roll tip her great hollow eyes Jin an awiul manner. It waa real scarey,
voyant. to see in
Aunl IaeUe.% By and by she bobbed iinr bead about and mumbled something, ami still with her oyea rollfd ^Mtck and half shut, Kho bcnui looking
Into the globe of magmuKd water. Then presently she opened her ghostly looking lips and in a sort of sing-song Midto Alio*: "My child. I see pikurwi of your Aiture spread out here and there 1 4ore uiy inward eyet. like a moving uiorama. I soe lorem you will have
one dim picture, a lonpf way off iff the future, it most be because it is so dtiu, and in it you stand up surrounded people—an!, let ine aee, they are chll dren around you and you aro jrreatly changed, taller, paler, thinner, but there is no wedding. Tho water is not clear to-dav you must come again. Mercy what'isthis! Hero is a great crowd, they are making a noise, and looking at two men—young lady, the two men aro fighting, and heavens! tho water turns red it is blood, blood But I see 110 wedding, no wedding. I see blood, but no wadding.
She looked so weird and dreadful, Aunt Laet, that I was afraid to have her toll my fortuno after that.. She told us to come again, when the water was clearer ana then wo canto away, and Alico has been cross since. Uut I'm sure I wouldn't go back again for anything."
Whereupon and finally Aunt Laet had her laugh. "What did I tell you, Alice? Bidn't I say you were to be an old maid It was foreordained by the fates. Oniy, Alice, let mo request one thing of you, yea two things, come to think. Don't you over go to petting cats, or dyeing yonr hair with vilesmelling sulphurous stuff, when white hairs begin to sneak In around yorr temples. I'll nover will you my teapot or eye glasses if you do that."
Aunt I/ictitia, who liked to tease people, laughed again. It was the season of peaches and melons, the roasting season when idle pco-
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Only a woman—novemi.ro poor— Dmd In ihwfcfiow at the tmmz* church door!
to remember all the
disagrooablo things tint ever happened to you in your life. Believe me, its vastly better as it is. If we icver forgot anything at all then wo !-»vo to carry down to our graves the vivid recollectfonofall the grief, sorrow, or pain we ever suffered of nil tho times wo've been snubbed by people, of all tho hateful things folkH liuvo «akl to us and about us, and, above all, of every time in our Uvea when we'vo mado tools of ourselves. You will find that it's much to bo thankful for, if you can forget tho ocuaalons on which you'\e mado a fool of yourself, whon you come to be an old maid, like your aunt Lactitla."
Alico Kildare laughed. Not much liko being an old maid, is it {seventeen, and already engaged six months?"
WolL, I was engaged at sixteen, and havo beett engaged three Minos in my life, and yet herb I nut an old maid in oye-glasHOH, and likely to die tho same, please CJod. Think, now, what a budget of heart-breaking recollections I'd havo to carry about with me tho rest of my lite, ifl had remembered it all. i)onTt wish you never forget anything, Alice. On tho contrary, thank Heaven we do forget things."
)le hunt cool places, and devout people camp-meetings. Alice went to a camp-meeting with her father and mother, and Aunt Laetitia. Is there anybody here, I wonder, who doesn't know what a camp-meeting is like? If there is, let her go to the next one, and find out for herself.
Father and mother sat up among tho worshippers, close to the preachers' platform. Annt Laot sat half-way back in the congregation, like one who was doubtful in her mind, as yet, whether to separate herself from the world or not while giddy-pated Alice didn't pretend to sit among tho congregation at all, but hovered away back on tho extreme borders, where the preacher's voice could scarcely be heard at all. Their position in the camp-meeting audience was an exact barometer of the devotional states of thfese excellent peo-
5»le,
namely, father and mother, Aunt jietitia, Alioe. In point of fact, the young people on the outermost borders of that devout assembly were flirting with all their might. If you've nover been to a camp-inecting, I don't mind telling you—that is what young people mostly go to camp-moeting for. Alice Esmerelda Kildare was nirting with Tom Creighton. ller betrothed, the slim, long-haired student was coming home to-inorrow.
When tho cat's away the mice will play, and the mouse will play till the very last minute before the cat comes," Alice remarked to herself as she admired hor bright, hrunetto face in the glass that morning.
So she sat upon one of tho rude wooden benches under a tree and let Tom Creighton talk soft nonsense in half whispers to her. Was all this wicked, of a Sunday at a camp-meeting Yes, certainly it was but two-thirds of the young people about thom were behaving in the same wicked manner. Suddenly, Tom Creighton's lazy voice ceased, and Alice looked up presently to see why. She oould hardly keep down a cry as sho saw approaching them her own be tfothed, the slim handsome student who had been gone a whole year. Somohow she felt dreadfully guilty as she caught his bright eyes. It was such fun to flirt, but—dear me
The slim student passed her with a cold bew. His mother was on his arm, and he led her to a seat up among tho devout people around the preacnor's platform. Alico's heart boat a tittle queerlv, a»d Torn Creighton waAched her keenly. It wasn't pleasant, and Alice hated unpleasant things. Suddenly her tetrothed came baek towards them. lie had seated his mother and left her. He touched his hat to JLlico.
I beg pardon, Miss Kildaro, but I wish to ask you something, in presence of this person. I may not have the opportunity again. I may not see you again, soon, indeed."
He toek a paper from his pockot and unfolded it. Head that, if you please," «aid that slim student to Miss Alice, who by this time ww beginning to be conscious of a powerf«i inclination to run away. The paper contained an exact cqpy of the slaudereus statements which had allowed Tota Creighton to repeat to her concerning her betrothed.
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twtty wish to know," saWl the slim student, with simple dignity, 'fwhother you allowed thin person to leC you tho stuff that ia on that paper?"
Aliee did not answer. She wanted worse thai ever to run awav, but to save her life sho could not Itave gone past tfcn* wratbfni gray e3'e which was fixed oa her liko a siege guru
A very short answer is sufficient. Yea oc «o, Miss Kildare." I won't tell you," said AUce, pouting. "fH you think you can make me do anything. I won't do?'*
aythtag, I won
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beg yonr pardon," said the slim studtwt, with lev politeness.
"I
would
not for the world ask you to do anything which is disagreeable to you. Allow me to winh yon good morning."
Hut as he strode away and left them, Alice didn't like the looks of him. Consequently ahe flirted harder than ever. During the dinner recess, alter Tom Creightoa had gone away and left Alice, suddenly there arose a terrible roar and rumpus*i« the edge of tho woods. Then there was a pistol shot, and the next moment we« heard cries of "Price light!" "Murder!" "Part 'em "»ive it to him little one!"
Thome who rushed (to the quarter whence the cries came saw amender man, all bloody, and foaming like a wild beast, madly beatiug and pounding a big fellow who was trying faithfully to shield himself from tho blows which were raining down upon him. And before they could be separated the slim student bull beaten Tom Creighton half to death.
And good enoatgh for him,
t«*,M
said
everybody who saw the encounter. "But who'd have thought that a slim fellow who wrote poetry could doit?*
It soMiis the tworirals had met somewhere In the grove. Angry words had passed between them* and at last Tom Creighton, who seemed to he in constant terror lest the other would **pitch Into him," the boys aakt suddenly drew his pistol, without a moment's warning, and exclaiming, "Don't you come near
I the slim student.
me!" fired at The blood streamed from man't arm, and he %ll to the gron
the young
nd he fell to the ground,
wounded and stunned. Tom Creighton
turned to ran away, but be bad net taken three steps before the slim student who wrote poetry waa upon hinu He sprang up, covoml with blood, and leaped madly forward with a roar like a lion. "I'll beat your infernal head affile howled "iilkillyom"
He waa In a fair way to «lo it, wounded though be was, when the camp police appeared and attested both
btenty of lovers, but I see no picture of a wedding. Strange! There ia no wed- rut. ding ringIn the circle at the bottom of 1 the young men in the name of the of-
the globe, .^Xlo\r i« Uds^y child! I see $uaed majesty «f the law, A wicked
TERKB HAUTE SATURttAY'EVJiNING MAIL.
newspaper said next day that the prizefighters had a larger and more enthusiastic audienco than the mluister.
That evening tho note was put into tho hands of nauuhty Alico Kildaro,who had caused all this trouble.
I return you your troth. It is noth ing to me now, because I know it ia nothing to you. I know now, too, that women aro incapablo of steady truth and firithfulnew*. 1 supposo God made thom so. Ilut I do uot know why it was ordained that a man shall pour out all his i*oul, all his manhood and earthly hopes at a woman's feet, and for compensation have only the satisfaction of knowing he is a fool. I shall not return to college, and you shall not see mo again. But I hope you will always be happy."
Alice took the letter up stairs with her and cried all night over it. In tho morning she bathed her red eyes very carefully, and looked at herself narrowly in the glass as she combcd out her dark loclp.
And so I'm to be an old maid for all time," she said, very soberly. That is the romance ot ono campmeeting. ,'.,4
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Oh! botheration!" remarked Sam. Sam Harrington before Heaven, believe you aro tho latest, slovenliest, crossest, uncivilizedest old bachelor that ever vegotated outside of a grizzly bears hollow tree. I can hardly oelieve you
ever vegotated outside of a grizzly bears "y oelieve are my cousin any more, as I think of what vou wore fifteen years ago when you visited us and look at you now, stout, chuffy, slovenly, and rich, caring for nothing on the earth or under the heavens but your nasty pipe. An old bachelor is a disgrace to humanity, anyhow. Sam Harrington! I say—for the I word's sake, get up and put on this clean shirt!"
Sam grunted. Tho little woman poked him energetically in the ribs. "The duty you owe to your health imperatively demands it," she said.
Sam groaned. The littlo lady poked him again. By all tho laws of reason and logic, this duty is pressingly incumbent upon you, in Uie light of public duty which you owe to your kind, as a member of a civilized community, and not a Hottentot or a Red Indian. Mortovor, I your cousin, implore you with tears in my eyes to oblige mo immediately and go and change your linon, and not disgrace mo before the world. Thero now is a consideration that ought to move a heart of stone."
Oh! pshaw!" says he. "There is no pest on earth equal to a woman." And, besides that, society expects it of you," continued tho little woman, punching him th great vigor.
Ho arose and slowly stretched himself. Then ho disappeared, and presently came back, having reluctantly made the required change of raiment But the wristbands were unbuttoned and tho collar and bosom terribly crumpled His cousin eyed him discontentedly.
See the man now!" she said. "And that beautiful bosom, too, looks as if you'd been rolling down somfebody's sked-roof. I. declare you're enough to drive a woman mad. And you're going to our camp-meeting with us, too, and I wanted so much to introduce you to Widow
Drat all women!" said Sam, reflectively. "Drat all women—especially widows."
But our widow isn't a widow at all, she's a—she's an old maid. 1 don't know why everybody calls her a widow,but that is the name sho isknewn by. She used to bo rich when she was young but sho was real bright and learned then, very learned for a rWh man's daughter. Her father died, they lost their fortune, an& widow had to work for a living. She came here, and was actually principal of our \*R)age high school for the last seven years. There never was a woman had the place before, and there ttover was a man who filled It half se well. Her graduates make the best wives and the best school mistresses in the country. School-mis-tresses always 'nmke good wives, Sam. used to be a school-mistress myself."
Yes," said Sam. •'Modest you know." And widow has done an im measure ble lot of geod among Che girls here. She has made them like herself, as liar as they've senso enough to be it—brave, strong, honest and wise. There never was another like her, Sam. She supports her m(Aher out of her earnings, and—and dressses like* lady, too," said Sam's oonsin, adding tho last as a cli max of all fnaise. don't Ukc paragons," said Sam. "Awful tiresome."
At any rate, you're in no danger of being taken lor* ono yourself," replied the sltarp little woman. You bad the world before you, and we were all so prowl of von, and had such high hopes of you. Yeu were going to bo a famous poet, reform -preacher, and tho Lord knows wbwt, And you've not been any of it. Whea you die, I shall havo this label tacked across your coffin. "Ho began life as a poet, fall of grand hopes and aspirations, and ended by being a slovenly, old bachelor, who made a fortuno in the brick-pressing business."
Cousin Mary, 4«t's start to campmeeting." At tbe.camp groaud Sam Harrington and little Mrs. ueity sat among the devout part of the congregation and listened to the sermon tike folks. When it was over, and they had all left the wooden benches, a tall, pale lady, with lustrous black eyes, and dark, wavy hair, stood up feeing them. An aged lady, with silvery hair, and a sweet, placid face, leaned on tlie other's arm, and the younger carefully mpported her feeble steps.
That's tho widow and her mother," whispered Sam's cousin. "Isn't she lovely
Sain looked. The fine, delicate face was the least bit faded and Ured looking, but not a bit seaured or gloomy, oh, no! not the least. It waa a dear, true, fhee—^fine, strong, and pure, like steel or silk, or something of that sort. Little Mrs. Oerty caught the schoolmistresses' hand. "Widow!" **id she, "this is cousin Sam Harrington, a rich, slovenly old bachelor. I wish you'd take hiin off my hands. Sam—Miss Kihlare."
Wh-a-a-t!" screamed he cm ally. Dnni hurt my arm so. Wbat did von do that for?" said Mrs. Oerty.
Mr. Harrington and 1 used to know each other long ago.wben I was young," sakl the schoolmistress calmly, with an ineffable look from her dark, softlyfringed eyes. "I met Mr. Harrington fifteen years ago at a camp-meeting. I have never seen him from that day to this."
Tben she moved on in a calm. graceAil way, with a little spot of quivering sunshine glancing across her dress as she passed. And the fin* thing Sam Harrington did was to look sheepishly down at htak dusty boots, while bis few reddened slowly with the memory of an old flame. Ile lakl his band upon 3#rs. Getty's am. cW«in Mary, yea said awhile ago thai 1 used to be a poet and an enthusiast, with bright hopes and sspirattana, and It had all ended In uiy being a use-.
less, slovenly old bachelor, wbe go* rich saye.
at patent brick making. That woman knows why." Then I am sure you wronged hor more than she wronged you. She is the truest, best, brightest woman I ever knew. I do wonder if you are the man she nearly broke her heart about long ago? I've hoard a whisper of that, I'm sure. You were always too hard and unfoiviving, Sam."
Little Mrs. Gerty, romantic as a girl, watched them narrowly. Were the old flames kindled into life again? Sometimes little Mrs. Gerty thought they had never died entirely out from tho heart of either. Sam Harrington began to blacken his boots and button his wristbands.
One summer moonlit evening Alice Kildare sat in the porch of tho little cottage in which she lived with her mother. She was looking down the avenue of trees in front, toward the west, where the sun was sinking in the glowing sky. Sam Harrington came slowly up 'the walk and joined her in the porch.
Widow Kildare," he said, "I'vocome to bid you good by." Have you asked the widow. She would not ask a word more.
Yes, I must go back to my nrackracking. Bricks, you know, and clay, and furnaces and things. I meant to be a poet when used to be in love with you, fifteen years ago. Now I am a Dricktaycr."*
Used to be! That was what she bad staid an old maid for. Her heart was liko lead in her bosom, but she smiled and said: "After all, a brickmaker is as good as a poet."
Are you sure you think that, Widow Kildare?" Yes/quite sure."
Wouldn't you like to see 'em—great brickyards, and huge furnaces baking the patent bricks by the half million?"
Yes," answered tho widow. "I could tell tho scholars about it you know."
Sam Harrington mado a face. Then he looked at her, and saw that, in spite of tho brave, proud head which she held up so stately, her face was palo and sorrowful as faco could be, as though she were parting with a last great hope.
Ana he actually smiled to see It. She had tortured him bitterly once. He threw his hat across the lloor, and sat down on tho edge of the porch at her feet.
Alice," he said, "why haven't you been married? What havo you staid single all these years lor?"
Sheleoked at him and tried to answer, but the answer died away in a sorrowful, bitter sob, and she covered her face with her hands. The brave, proud woman was crying. He took one of the slim, cold hands in both of his own.
Alice—I never got over it—tho old hurt you gave me once. I never got over the old love cither. Be my wife, now, darling, and let lis begin all new again."
A little, old-fashioned portfolio lay. on her lap. She took from it a slip of paper, all yellow and creased with age. Sho held the paper toward him. ^'Samuel Harrington! You said in this note that a womau was incapable of truth or faithfulness. Will you take it back," she said softly, "will you take it all back?"
He tore the paper into shreds and fragments and blew it away through his fingers. I don't know where the wind carried it. "So, please Heaven, my hand shall remove all that gives you pain or trouble as long as you live. God bless you, my wife! Goa bless us *11
In spite of the globe of magnetized water, Alice Kildare didn't die an old maid.
There is no love like one's first love, after all," said little Mrs. Gerty, to hor cousin.
No, there isnV-ttiat is, if one's first love changes so «s to suit as one grows okfcer," answered Ssm, with a miserable attempt to bo philosophical instead of sentimental.
And this is the romance of the second 'camp-meeting.
KEEP TOUR PROMISE. A boy borrowed a tool from a oarpen ter, promising to return it at night. Before evening he was sent away on an errand, and did not return until late. Be fore be went he was told that his brother shonld see that the article was returned. After he had come home he inquired and found that the tool had not been sent to its owner. He was much distressed to think that bis promise bad not beeH kept, but was persuaded to go to sleep and rise early and carry it home the next morning. By daylight he was up, and nowhere was the tool to be found. After along arid fruitless search, he set off for his neighbor's in great distress, to acknowledge his fault. But how great wss his suiprise to find the tool on Ms neighbor's door-stone! And then it appeared from the prints of his UCtte bare foet in the mud, that the lad had got up in his sleep and carried the tooi nome, and gone to bed again with oat knowing it. Of course a boy who was prompt in his sleep was prompt when awake. He lived respected, had the confidence of bis neighbors, and was plaoed in many offices of trust and proat. If all growu folks felt ss this boy did there would be a good many tracks of bare feet found some of these bright mornings and wbat piles of books and tools would be found at their owner's doors!—[Phrenological Journal.
WOMAN.
As a dove will clasp its wfhgs to its sides and cover and conceal the arrow preying upon its vitals, so it is the nature of a woman to hide from the world the pangs of wounded affection. With her tho desire of her heart has felled. The great charm of existence is at an end. she neglects all the cheerfhl exercise that gladdens the spirits, quickens the pulse, and sends the tide of life in cheerful currents through the veins. Her rest is broken, the sw«vt refreshments of sleep are poisoned by melancholy dreams, "dry tsrrow drinks her blood," until her feeble frame sinks under the lesst external assailant. Look for her alter a little while, and yon will find friendship weeping over her untimely grave, and wondering that one who but lately glowed with all the radiance of health aud beauty should now be brought to darkness and the worm. You wi lbe told of some wintry chill, snme slight Indisposition that laid her low. but no one knows the mental maladv that had previously sapped her strength, and made her so easy a prey to the speller.
THIT were playing, at Marquis d' Aiigre's, a genuine financier's game, that ts to aay, for very small stakes. The marquis was losing. He threw a on the table, which rolled on the lonis floor.
table.
The Marquis d* Aligre dropped
on ail-foure to look for his money, disturbing everybody and delaying the •MBe. Baron de Rothschild was dealIng7 "A loots lost!" he said "that is worth looking for and patting oa an expression of deep anxiety, he rolled npi the
Ft UNI 1 l»v SWI
THE FUTURE OF TILTON, REMOTER AND PL YMO UTII CM URCU. /.{Utica Observer.]
What future awaits the parties to this controversy? Plymouth Church will continue to support Henry Ward Beecher. But what is Plymouth church It was once an integral part of tho Congregational sect it was a wealthy and powrful champion of freedom of speech and of liberal orthodoxy its opposition was feared, its co-operation was sought. Its influence extended beyond the city of Brooklyn, beyond the State of New York, beyond tho bordera of America. What will it be hereafter? An Isbmaelite among the churches. Congregationalism will disown it. Dr. Storrsand Dr. Rudington will quietly but firmly decline to fellowship with its pastor. Wits will lampoon it, caricaturists will picture it, and skeptics will use it to point their lamo arguments. Its seats will bo crowded with irreverent sightseers with ears alert and mouths stretched to take in and repeat some quip or jest or fragment of a prayer which is supposed to relate to this scandal. Politicians will pray to be delivered from the support of Henry Ward Beecher. The poor persecuted woman-suffragists will request him not to speak at their meetings. Gradually but surely he will find himself excluded from the religious, the political and the social worlds. And in compensation for all this he will continue to draw his salary from Plymouth church, and every Sunday he will preach to crowds.
And wbat of Ulton? His unenviablo notoriety is all that remains of his once brilliant reputation. When Samson pulled down the pillars of the temple thero was an end of Samson. Tilton may find literary work to do, for he is au easy and captivating writer but bis name, will be a source of weakness and not of strength. The products of his brain may find a market, but the man himself will be shunned. Tho cdor of this scandal will cling to his garments and impedo his progress through life.
IF.
[Lognnsport Pharos.j
If you have occasion to speak of your parents, do so in a respectful manner, as "Father and Mothor." The young man who denominates his father the "old man" and his mother the "old womau" ought to be sent to tho state's prison.
If you have filed a schodule of your personal effects, and put your real estate in the name of your wife, you had bettor let some one elso circulate the subscription paper for your new church. People have got into an ugly, commonsense way of preferring practical to thcoivtical religion.
If you are of opinion that all that is good in religion and citiasnship centres in yeu, to the exclusion of less pretentious individuals, don't flatter yourself that this opinion is endorsed by others. It is generally understood that tho Lord is merciful and just, and that he He does not givo a monopoly of His grace to any one.
If vou are an employer of inen, bear in mind that with the faithful performance of tho work assigned them, their obligations to you end. Their hopes, convictions and votes are their own, and you hare no more moral or legal right to seek to control them than you would have to dictate the terms on which a sinner should bo forgiven by his God.
If you are mean enough to insist on a return fora favor granted to a friend, be jn#L enough to permit bim to repay in hind. The gentleman whom you obligo by endorsing his note, tnay bo. under obligations to grant you a similar favor, but ne is under no obligation to endorse yojr character, or to introduce you to his wife and family unless your claim to such a distinction is founded in some thing higher than a mere financial obligation.
MR. LIXOOI.*,
JOE SCIUP.
A DOMESTIC SCENE. I wish Henry, you would use the door-mat before you come into the hall. I've cleaned it thoroughly, to-day, an 1 new look at the mud you've broughtin!" said Mrs. Careful, as her husband briskly entered the sitting-room. And Henry, with an impatient "Pshaw!" and a frown on hisia^e, buried himself in his newspaper, while hissuffering wife went to repair the damage done. But the aggrieved husband while inwardly accusing his wife of over impatience, never thought how the reverse qf the plottire would suit him—viz., a slatteriUy, easy" woman, whose apartments would be a constant mortification to him in the presence of visitors. It is a poor return when a wife has mado everything fresh and bright, to be unwilling to take a little pains to keep it so, or to be prop erlv reminded if forgetful on these pofnts, upon which many husbands are unreasonably toncby, even while secretly admiring the pleasant results of the vigiience or the good bouse mother. Theso "clean women have somo very provoking faults—are, perhaps, inclined to lay comfort on the altar or neatness but bitter Is, in this world, always combined with sweet.—[Albert Lea Enterprise.
before ho moved to
Springfield, Illinois, waa p^tmaster in a small Western town. Ti.«- ,.5'vi WHS poor, and Lincoln was pooivr than the office. It was known that he was very hard up, and it was also known that the Washington agent was in town to collect the sum due tho General Postofflce. A friend, thinking Lincoln might be embarrassed, came down to his office to lout him the sum necessary to meet the demand. Mr. Lincoln thanked him, and said be did not need any loan. While the two wore talking the agent came in. The sum due wss less than one hundred dollars. Lincoln went to his desk and took out an eld stocking, and turned the coin on the table. It was counted out and met tho demand exactly. Well it might, for it was not only the exact amount due, but the Identical money itself that Unco In had tino in. Old-finhionod rix dollars, pistareens.sixpences, old-fashioned cents and all were there. "I never use money that belongs to other people," said Lincoln, and that resolution did much toward making him President of the United State*.—["liurtelgh" In Boston Journal.
WANTED A STUNNER, ffe left the spelling bee at 10 «*clock, and stepped in a safoon on his way borne. Here he met several friends who "set 'em up" divers timet, and be reached home about midnight with a confused brain and a very demoralised pair of leg*. Then he swere that somebody had stolen the hole, bnt his wife, with a snvl on her brow and a lamp in her hand, admitted bio-
Drank!" rite exclaimed. ,' D-r-u-n-c (hks) drttnk. Thaz e*ynuft"
Brute P* B-r-o-o-t (hie). Givtii harder one. "Idiot!"
Thaz harder (hie), hut I kin spollum.
I-d—I—^if—i-d-i-g
a thousand frane note, lighted it at er stunner (h/e).
»candle, and held it to assist- Martjuh Ju|p$ In his search.—(Arsene Hons-
Business Cards.
CAL
THOMAS,
Optician and Watchmaker For the trade. Fourth and Ohio streete.1 of big man with watch.
R. FREEMAN, Retail De&ler in American and Foreign Watefeoy
JEWELRY, Ac., Opera House
KISSNER, Jm Wholesale and Retail Dealer im Pianos, Mflodfons, Orgwsav
Musical Instruments,
JeA.
RL.
BALL,
1
Palace of Music, 48 0hf»ai
FOOTE, General Dealer In GARDEN, FIELD AND FLOWS*
SEEDS,
Ko. 51s Main street, T»rre Ilaote^ lixUw
Wholesale auri Retail Dwilerfca Stoves, Mantels. «irae«, Tin PI JTapan and Pressed Wnrt, &W Main street, North
W. RIPPETOE' I General GROCERIES, PROVISIONS ATOWW-
DUCE,
National Block, 15S Main
BUNTIN
& ARMSTRONG* DBV«01ST8ftnd
Manufacturing FJi&rmar.itb^ 600 Main street, Cornw^f Sixth
PHILIP
tTerrol
KADEL,
1
Manufacturer of
Snddles and Haracai,
Whips, Curry Combs, Brushes, Home kets, Ac., all work warranted. LoweKtnrtasi In the city, Main St., near 9th, south sMa
RENTS'AND LADIES' WKA*. Cleaned and Colored!
GENTS'WKAR REPAIRED NEATtJP jtn II. F. REINER'S Dye Mora* aprS-tfJ Malu street, between GUuAtuffaOk
AS. H. TURNER,
Real Estate
COMMISSION BROKER l&XfD OHr LECTING AGHBNT. OFFICE—Over Prairie City .Bank.4 with Iiendrlch A WiHtems.
Professional Cards.
n. W. VOORHKKS. C. 8.
VOOWmtES.
TrOORHEES, ARLTON& VOORHEES, Having formed a copartneralUpi^wQK tice iaw In all its branches OfBce—No. 503 Main Si.,Terral
JOHN T. SCOTT, Attorn^ Tit LawOFFICE—NO.Ill MAIN dfrtCEXt,#.
As CT. ». Commissioner In *uftioifsni make proofe In Bankruptcy. Over Henderson's Stovetitere, beC and Fifth streets. mar22
TEBKEHAUTTB,!
pit ANGIE L. 3VILSON, Offers her services to the Ladies and ChiMraaof Terre Kmmt
Of and Residence—No. 45 south Wth Office hours 8 to 19 A.M.,12to2and6t*7s»J
HYDE, M. D.,
9
HOMfflPATfflST, Ojfflfe 6th St., opposite Normal SthudL Residence northeast corner Ctli aad Office hours, 9 to 10 A. v.,2 to8and7ML
Night calls answered from the olBee. Special attention given to Chronic II Reference*:—Dr. H. J. Treat, A. Wl the firm of Wilson Bros. A Hunley.
•1 W. BALLEW,
DENTIST,
OOlee. 119 Main Street, over old confectionery stand TERRE HAUTE, I NO.
Can be it undln office night and
JOSEPH
RICHARDSON,
is
Ofli oon OhioMnB«f.Mi: fERRE HA UTE, IND.
Dli.
L. H. BARTHOLOMEW. Rnrgcss u»d Sechastnl
DENTIST,
Dental Boom, 187 Main Mitmm near tUi,
TEItRK HAVTE, im.
Nitrous Oxide Gas administered Wrpnl* ess Tooth Extraction.
J^IVERY STABLE—Removal*
J. A. BURGAN,
Hits taken the new and coramodioss iMk on south Third strwt. opposite the thssMn House, aad has removed there Ms tiKMtMtf-
Horses and Carriagm
To which constant additions are bsflaa made. He Intend* to conduct ihe ami complete estaMishmen tin the ettr.
MiBBIXO HOMES by the d* w«'l(. CsH and nee them coneern. Mnmember the place, west side Thlrtf slwsriL north of the Jail building.
gOMETHING OF INTEREST.
Parties bavins Sewing Machine* ef anr kind needing repair*, cap save mosey lg having their old machines made as new with hut littte expense. H. C. and Jos. Folk have permaaentljr Im 107 Main street, over Ton's Best aad 4tore, opposite Opera liome, for the iwwof Bnslrlni and Adjusting,aUl of Hewing Maehines. All persons InterwCst in thw above enterprise would do wsBtn *lve it their patrons**, and not trust machines in the hands of strangers, sentlnc themselves to be fiewing ttepatrera and Adjusters.
Ta*y
-t, Idiot. Now givo*
She picit'ed lip a jwker and gave hint
a stunner," and the spoiling beo adjourned sine die.—{Sorrmown Herald.
Machines,
r*, rrftm-r Msiifiaa
also keep on h^nd a (ood Ham
mentor the best quality of needles tarsM leading
and
tins
ftn«t qnsiH|P«d
Pure Hp«roi »il, whleh will be sold a« cfcssp **esn be had tu the«wnw*. Try th»m. ii t»«-• srv i-xy-'rlonsal iiiai In their lin of AU Washa* TKO.