Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 20, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 November 1876 — Page 2

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TERRE HAUTE, mV 11

7Y/.E 0-F THE PEN.

[Bead by C. K, Rlckmoro before the PhUo matbean Society of tne lutllaua statu Normal School, Oct 2S, IWt) With hands alt weary and worn,

With eycitla heavy and red, A student wit writing alone In his room, When ho wuglit to have been in bed It wan writ®, write, writ®.

From dawning till dark again, And yet with Uugern weary and worn^ Me wrote his song of the pen.

Study, study, study, While the cock is crowing aloof, And write, write, write.

Till the stars shine through the roof It is ever to be a slave, A slave to my book and pen,

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Study, study, study, Till the brain begins to swim, And write, write, write,

And everything else so cheap.

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nothing bui&iiniy mm morn till night. Prom night till morning again.

Till the eyes grow heavy and dim Grammar,ami Methods,and-History, A Melho is and (iniminar again, Till over iny lfvtons I fall jixieop, mill holding my book and pen,

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O teachere, with friends so dear, Do your schooldays never return? *». Do you never remember your aching eyes,

And the le-«on» you had to learn 7 Can you think of our study, study, Till the hours of the dim midnight? And refuse the petitions we humbly crave,

To make our hard lessons light

But why do I talk of this? Twill be Jnst the wiuie us before. They'll srlve us for lessons «st nil we can learn,

And then—give a page or two more And we shall grow weary and pale aud wan Because 1 the virgils we ke».p, Alas, that know led should lie so dear,

Work, work, work, & My study is never done, And the same dull rouuu day after day,

From morn till the set of sun. In a narrow room with a uuked floor, A table, a broken cliair, And a wall so blank 1 often thank

My shadow for failing therr.

Study, study, study, om weary chline to chime, And work, work, work,

As prisoners work for crime Government. Methods and Latin, Latin and Methods again, Till sometimesthe v*-ry bread I eat

Seems tinctured with book and pen.

Work, work, work, In the dull October light, And study, study, study,

While the weather is warm and bright While underneath my window The late birds of autumn sing, As if to show rtio how happy they are,

And I such a weary thing.

O, but for Just one day, To feel as I used to feeL Ere this tyrant, lessons was crushing me

With the tread of his iron heel O, for a little while, To feel that I might, be free. With never a ghost of a lesson unlearned

To follow aud torture me.

O, but for Just one hour, A rest be It ever so small Ah no, there are golden hours enough, ilut lessons are filling them all: A little weeping might ease my heart,

But my hot tears—lot them burn, For every drop that dltns my eyes Would hinder the lessons I learn. With hands all weary and worn,

With eyelids heavy and red, A student sai. late in his lonely room, When he ought to have been in btd Jt was study, study, study,

From dawning till dark again, •nd yet with Angers aching and tired, He wrote his soug ot the pen.,

WILD DAN.

BY NINA EDGECOMBE.

The Tillage of Diamond Pit was in an uproar. Wild Dan had escaped. Diamond Pit was a large cfeal mine, and "Wild Dan was the greatest desperado of the place. A pretty picturesque village it was, though situated in a wild, almost desolate region between two hills the nearest town waa fully fifteen miles off, and the nearest city quite fifty. Diamond Pit was but a little village as yet, boasting of but one store, which sold •very thing, and a doctor who, having but Yery" little work to do in his profession, ekei out a living by working in the coal mine. There wero two really good houses, and the rest were mere cottages, occupied by the miners and their families. One of these houses was a roomy affair of brick, and in it dwelt Mr. Allen Daventry, a man between fifty and sixty, the owner of the Diamond Pit coal mined, his son—"Young Allen," as he was called, a wild boy of nineteen, up to all kinds of mischief—and the overseer of the mines, who was a distant relative the family, William Cortland by name. Years before these coal mines were discovered, Mr. Daventry's eldest non, a bov of fifteen then, had run away from his home so, as they never heard of him, and folks said hew is dead, young Allen would have all the property at his father's death.

The other good house was lumbering stone, and a* dark inside as it was outside. The farmer overseer of Diamond Pit had lived here, and now hi* widow and child still occupUd it, for Mrs. Wilmer had no other friends or home ahe liked better than those in the little village. Widow Wilmer's husband had been dead *0 years, and rumor at Diamond Pit sail that there were plenty who would like to console her for the low of her first, in the character of a second husband. Rumoi said, too, that she had refused the wild son of Mr. Daventry. It gave ont most conflicting reports that Widow Wilmer "was looking oat for higher gam*," meaning Mr. Daventry himself. .It said that Will Cortland wanted her he could have her for the asking, and lastly, that Wild Dan bad threatened to shoot her if abe married anyone but him. In short, to tell the truth, little

golden-haired,

swect-faced

Kate Wilmer waa a coquctte—a perfect one. Her little daughter waa nearly eight years old: she was the pet of the whole village, tie sunal.ine of the gloomy old home in which she lived. Kate, abe had been called, bat Pansev waa the pet •Mae given her by her dead father, because of the magnificent purple panay tint of her eyes, which abe iobented from her soother, and as Pansey she was known throughout the village.

Five year* before. Wild Dan had solicited work in Mr. Daventry's uinea. He waa at first enusually silent, working Industriously. He said nothing of hie Hfe be told the miner* to call "DM." Who 1M waa no one knew. Diamond Pit minor, though, uMttd that be knd been up to every kind of wicked-BCM-~-even murder, In fact: that be waa biding here to escape the noands of j»ti*e woo searched for him. At an/ rate,

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he behaved ai bad as possible at^ Diamond Pit after awhile, and the miners, after tolerating him as long a* they could, informed him, in a body, "they'd stand him no longer, and he'd better quit."

Ho he went, bat the next year he was back again, and Mr. Wilmer, the overseer, then reconciled the miners to him After Wilmer's death, Wild Dan became more and more unruly. Two or three times the new overseer, Will Cortland, turned him away, and as many timea took him on again. In this way. he hung around the village till he ended by proposing marriage to Kate Wilmer who listened in utter astonishment, and then, bursting into a rippling, silvery laugh, asked him in a saucy, and rather taunting, way:, "Are you crauf^, Dan? In the first place, where is your monty to sup|ort wife? And, in the second place, look there!" pointing to a small mirror.

He looked at her, a faint frown darken ing his already too dark face. I know I'm not handsome," he said, a strange look coming into his eyes as lie added, "but I could make you richer than the richest hereabouts, Kate.'^

The man is insane,"said Kate to her self, and ahe only laughed at him and sent him ofi1

But Wild Dan grew wilder and wilder, and the miners turned him out of the village again, and for over half a year he waa invisible. Then he suddenly appeared again, "like a bad penny," the the miners said but he onlv hung about, without offering to work in the mines.

He was a baa, shiftless lot," Diamond Pit folks said of him, "and 1.0 good'll ever come to him and they fought shy of him.

Things were in this state when one bright summer morning, Widow Wilmer and her little daughter went on a journey to the nearest city, fifty miles off, a great feat for a Diamond Pitite, for in the rough little llage folks did not lik. traveling, and they were obliged to go in their own vehicles, neither railway nor coach ever coming any way near the isolated little place.

They accomplished their journey out day, spent a week in the city, and thei started, one fine morning, for home. Half the journey was done, and a halt was made to rest the horse at a little was side inn. Kate had got a little bewilder ed about the route, and asked the innkeeper. Most likely he mis ti rs!o her, for he gave her a wrong direction, and she took a road that led her ten miles out ot her way,

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reaching Diamoud Pit in the afternoon was dark when she still had a mile 01 more to go.

She felt a little nervous, for she hail heard it said that these hills bctwee^c which she was driving were infested wit^ robbers though Kate privately wondered what they could find worth stealing in this region.

She was thinking of this as she drove along, and was rather glad Panscy wa» asleep, and could not ask hertroubh souu questions about the robbers, when a loud neigh from the horse and a violent vement, as if he had been suddenly seized by the bit, caused her to look nround Half a score of dark, silent figures had surrounded the carriage.

Kate sprang up, uttering a piercing shriek, but scarcely had it left her lip. when the leader of the band put his brawny hand over her mouth and with her other arm lifted her out of the car riage and started to ascend the hill with her on his arm, but Kate's struggles rendered it impossible, and he called to one of the men to assist him.

Kate dashed his hand away, and screamed in good earnest. In an instant, answering shouts came from the opposite side of the hill, and the forms of half a dozen miners came into view. The robber who held Kate, when he saw who the approaching men were, dropped her, and the whole party, evidently desiring to escape incognito, vanished over the hill. Kate drove tjome, escorted by Will Cortland, who happened to be one of the set who had heard her screams, and camc so opportunely to the rescue.

Popular feeling ran high against Wild Dan, who, everyone said, was the author of the outrage. There was no real evi-

dence against him, but, as the witness said, "his acts speak for him." The miners were enraged. They rose and^turned out

in a body"to hunt for Wild Dan found him and captured him, though he made a hard fight. He professed utter ignorance of the affair, but no one believed him, nnless it was Kate herself. She suspected others than Wild Dan, and if she and Mr. Daventry had not interfered, the miners would have lynched him most sorely. As it was. they were to give him a sort of rude trial so they lockei him up for the night in oneof the cottages, watching it all night b&ck and front, while he escaped by the chimney to the roof.

So, as More said, Diamond Pit was in an uproar. The miners hnnted high and lew lor him, but they found him not, because in the very place they did not think it worth while to look, there he was.

Little Widow Wilmer had hidden him in her garret, for she did not believe he was "as black as he was painted." and so had saved his life, for il he had been caught, the infuriated mob would certainly have lynched him on the spot. However he was not found, and when the search for him was over he departed from the village, and as he did not return, after a time ne was, if not forgotten, at least oat of the minds of the miners.

One sunny morning late in Angtist, little Pansey Wilmer, standing by the window, saw Will Cortland pass, on his way to tbe mine*. A scheme came into her busy little head, and running ont of tbe house she caught hold of his nand. "Oh, Will," she said, brealhlesely—she alwayn called him "Will"—"won't you take me down in the mine with jroo today? You promised to sometime let today be'sometime,' please. I haven't been down half a dosen times since papa died do take me."

Nothing else wooid suit her, and Will was desirous of pleasing tbe little girl, to be entered the house and got ber mother's consent, and then took her down the long village street to the shaft, where lie they entered the bucket and descended into tbe mine. Pansey was fike all chil dren, she loved dirt so she played aronnd in the mine till she waa more dosty than tbe blackest miner.

Meanwhile, tbe Tillage above waa hot

and silent. *hie one long street, bordered

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ed by her little sisters and brothers, helping ner mother with the house work here sat a big boy on the doorvtepa amttfing his little brothers there sat an old man with his baby grandson on his knev, and his old dame spinning and softly humming to herself in a low voice some fragment of an old-fashioned tune. High up on the hill, at the furthest end of tne village, was Mr. Daventry's mansion, sunny and silent, and in the ehade of the porch the old man himself sat doling in a chair, with one hand on the head ol the great black pet dog who sat beside him. On the same hill, but nearer the mines, was widow Wilmer's limine. cool and dark with the shadows which the trees neafr by always threw on it, and on the heavy stono veranda Kate herself sat with her sewing in her hands. glancing prise, Wi along there she waved her handkerchief to him, and he camc up the hill to her, "Where is Panaeyt" asked Kate, soon as he came within speaking dist ance, "I had to come back for KomHlii"? 1 had forgotten," answered Will, "so I left her with John Hale he'll take good cari of her, you know he has a baby girl Wb own."

John Ilale was a young man wl« worked under Will, and who was a fa vorite with all. Kate emilcd. Kh knew John Ilale would take as good care of her little Pansey as any one me kept Will Cortland talking to her for nearl half an hour, when, recollecting hi* dntv he left her to hurry to the house. The air was Bultrv—hazv with heat there A-'as a faint, smokv vapor in it—a vapoi 1 lint came front the direction of tin mines. "The air rs absolutely "impressive, Kate murmured, throwing dawn he work. "It ridiculous to pretend sew. I can't think,' alter a paine, "\vl thin burning hot atmosphere is called air I'm sure there is no air here."

She laid listlessly back in her wioko arm chair, making a lovely picture Iter cool white dress, with her fair face and its bright, sunny crown of f:iir ltai •uid her half-closed, dukv purple evi,with their long brown lashes.

Suddenly she started upright. There is smoke somewhere,"

There was, indeed, a crowd about th opening of the mine. Men—minera vvh had been working near the shaft, and si had chance to ascend women, some 0 whom had husbands, or sons—perliin .tn—in the mine children, who clnn to their mothers in terror, for somethi inside the mine had t:ike. tire, interp Mng between UIOM- below the only wav escape, a wall of burning cod that wonburn for days.

The little handful of men who we' saved stood beside their wives and chi Iren, the hoys beside their niot' ers, i» thankful to ha v.* escaped with what hums they had got, but all thinking so rowfully of their comrades within th burning mine.

Then suddenly, Will Cortland, Daventry, and his son, "Young Allen, ippeared in their midst. They heard th whole story, and Mr. Daventry said, tuning to those who had escape I: "Boys, f' make the one who will try to save thos in the mine rich for life. Who will?"

No one answered. Then, with a scream, a woman bursthrough the crowd, catching hold )f Wil Cortland's arm "My child—Pansey! where is she?"

Another woman^ young and pretty, carrying an infant in her arms, came forward. She was the wife of John Hale, and the babe was their only one. "John is down in the mine, Mrs. Wilmer," she sobbed, "and he has your child with him." "Will no one rescue her?" cried Kate wildly. "I'll give the man who will bring her to me anything—everything 1 he asks me for. Will ne

have! anything or/e go down? "It is death to attempt it," answered the miners.

Will Cortland stepped forward. "I'm going down, he said, determinedly "I took the child down, and 1 will bring her bach." "No, no!" cried a miner, holding him back. "There is death in the mine!"

From out of the crowed a man strode. A mao of brawny strength, dark of fea ture, with piercing, jetty eyes—a man they all knew—Wild Dan.

There was an utter silence when he spoke. "My life is of no use," he said,

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rimly. "If I die, no one will care, if 1

A wilder look than ever shot from his restless, black eyes. "If I live," he went on slowly, "she will give me whatever I ask for, I will

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

Kate, glancing down the street, sawt to her surprise, Will Cortland walking

down for the child."

He dashed into the nearest house, returning wrapped in blankets. "I am ready, he said, with one long look at Kate Wilmer.

Then he turned and descended the shaft. .......

The miners, the women and children were utterly silent a pin might have been heard to drop anywhere. They knew all of them, to a minute, how lonir he would be traversing the corridors of the mines where the miner* had most likely taken refuge.

As the time drew near when he should give the signal to be drawn up, the crowd began to grow uneasy, and to whisjKT among themselves. Foremost among them all stood Kate Wilmer, her hands clasped, her eyes fixed on the place wlurc she had last seen Wild Dan.

The signal! Some 01 was' ascending the shaft! And then Wild Dan, burnt, scorched, blistered, appeared, sarrving a boodle of blankets, and wrapp-d in a blanket that literally dropped apart like lindcr, it was so scorched he sank exhausted at Kate Wilmer's feet. "Take her!" he tasped, holding up the child, who looked out of her nest of blankets, as black as soot, bat all unhurt: and tbe mother laughed and cried over her recovered treasure,

But Wild Dan ^, The miners gathered

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gard«na. In some plaow the OM MIP bent over him. examining tbe ban tace door showed a mother rocking her wounds be bad received in the ftrr. to sleep, and

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him aa he

lav on the ground, and betoocbtof him information of thoee in the mine,

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fire, Tbe fire will burn itmlf out to-mor» row," aaid Wild Dan, a frown of pain

crossing his faee. "Those who u* strong

raa almost dewted: only here 1 enough to stand the smoke will see day* figure crossed it The rows 1 light again. But I—where is the docof white booeee, with their little railed' tor?*'

gardens before them, were all sunshine, One of the miners, who waa the doctor be burned to death at the stake and here and there a child played in tbe of Diaaoond Pit, stepped forward, and

the open eat- bent over hUB, examining the burns «»d himself logger, but aobblngly clutched rocking her wounds be bad received in the fire. his parent's arm. nd, with big tean __ eiariae a low, aort Inl- 1 shall die?" questioned Wild Dan. running down bis plump rboeka, cried, UfcJ to It in^otbars/a uii girl, Tbe doctorjnedded. "Weil, well, per-, Bat, pspe, wbere wete Utepolieef

haps it's better so. Hut Katu aud he looked wistfully at her. Kate knelt down beside him. It was a strange scene. The broiling sunlight everywhere, the whole village deserted by all ita inhabitants, gathered round the dying man, who looked so eagerly up at the woman kneeling beside him, with one arm clasped round the child ke had rescued.

Kate," lie said, slowly, "If 1 had lived would you have given me whatever I asked for?"

Anything, everything, Dan." "Would you have given me yourself? Would you, if I had asked you, have married me?"

A moment's pause, and then Kate bowed her head. Wild Dan smiled faintly. "Oh, well," he said, softly, "It can never be now. Where is Mr. Daventry?" he nddded, abruptly.

The old man came forward, the miners drew nearer. To them Wild Dan spoke "I've not done much good in my time," he said, "and I have done much harm. I've been reckless and wicked. I'v broken almost every law, whether of God or man. But if I could have lived I should havo tried again. I came here to see you once more—father, father, dou'l you know me?"

Old Mr. Daventry sank down beside liim, and clasping the poor burnt hand cried out: "My son! my son

Again Wild Dan smiled, but he turned his face to Kale. "It was not I who attacked you on that night long ago, Kate. It was ." His eyes left ner face, and wandering ov 1 he crowd they rested at last on young Allen Daventry. "I did not know who it was then now I know it was Allen Daventry."

I know it," murmured Kate. I lis voice had grown fainur and fainter When he spoke igiin, it was a mere whimper: "Good-bye, Kate, good-bye. It's 1101 ikelv we shall meet again, for 1 don'i liink heaven can be for such as me.' le paused for breath, then taking hei •oft hands in his burnt and blisterei nes—burnt and blistered for her sake—

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claimed, glancing down the 1 ng villas street, "and what a crowd there is aroun thc*h M"

went on "I'm going now, Kate good-bye, gooi: b.i and may (»od he faltered, "b' Merciful to uie a inner." The word iied on the air, his eyes closed. Wil an was :ead. 9 a 9

The next day- the lire had abatci' nough to allow the half suffocated mi lers to a-cend, and they were all saf •1 one was lost. And the day after th tood, with uncovered head-, beside th liin containing all that was mortal V'iM D.m, whilst tile miniswr from tb ex: town read the buiiil rvicc ai. hen was finished, and the motildsco\ red the grave, they turned silently a va\ very heart praying for his soul. And rue pr ivers avail, surely the repcntai -inner is in hea en.

And Kate? Of course Kate marrici Will Cortland btf.ie another twelvi nontli passed over lur head. Bu. icver 'orgot Wild Dan, nor eve cense to remind Pan.-ey to whom she ow.-d li escape from the burning mine.

Golden Words

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80'vWould you respect yourseit. keepyoui heart and body cletn.

Reprove tby friend privately, coin mend tiim publicly.—[Solon. Would you never be told a lie, do nu p. rsonal questions.

Plant your prayers where you do you woik.—[Brick Pomeroy. Would you retaiu the love of a mem dr. not bo seltisihly exacting.

The way to destruction had need wide, so many press into it. A. judicious 8i:en*e is always bettc diau truth spoken with cbarity.

Not ono man in thousand dares tlive so as to honor all of his conviction^ Teach tbe wolf the Lord's prayer I. still cries "Lamb! iamb!"—[Dam*: Pi over l).

Would you have others respect you opinions, hold and never disown then yoursell.

It is tbe solace oflifeto know thatGoi is not influenced by the speech of tuns who iio net understand, and *ho mis represent us.—[Brick Pomeroy. ,1

Youth vanishes, manhood flies "s6oi. old age is ours, and then, like children, weary with the day's amusement, a. tired

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petty annoyancee and disnp

polntments, we are glad to lie down and sleep. All which happens In the wholeworld happens through hope. No husband man would sow a gram of corn if he din not hope It would spring up and bring lorth the ear. How much more are w. helped on by hope in tbe way to eternal life.

Ore »t men," -avs Tbemistocles, "are like tbe oaks, 1111 er tbe orancoes *1 which men ate happy in fluding a ret ugn in the time ot storm aud rain." Bui when they havo to spend a sunny da\ under them, they tako pleasure cutting tho bark and breaking the branches.— [Ooeth.l

Genius that soars above the clou'ds carries the du»t ot earth on ita wings and hence fulls back ag in, cihan»t«*u with its burden of grossneas. Other wise, the world woulafnever be cheered by its reve'ations lor it would rise into tbe realms of the divine, and take up its eternal abode with the amiels.

If wo work upon brass, time will of face it if we work upon marbl) It will perish If we rear templea. they will crumble into duct but 11 we work up on our immortal minds— ii we imbue them with pure principles, with tbe Just loar of God and love 01 our fellow men —we engrave on those tablets something which will brighten to all eternity.— [Webster.

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urru briphl-eyed four year old bov, upon hearing bw father read the touching story of Joan of Are, was great

lj moved by ber *ad trials bat when tbe put waa reached where she was

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An Army Without Flag. (From the Pall Mall Gazette The Figaro reminds us that the French army has no flags, and that on the 2d of June, 1871, the War Minister issued an order that the standards then in use were to be handed over to the artillery. In exchange, small flags without any inscriptions were served out provisionally. The artillery destroyed the silk of'the old standards and sent tho eagles and the gold fringe to the Domain omoe, where tney will probably remain until we have an other empire. The provisional flags, which have now been in use for five years, possess a great advantage as far as economy is concerned they only cost twenty-tive francs apiece, while the silk standards, with their ornaments, coH 280 francs. It is not, perhaps, a question of expenditure which hinders the war office from bringing this provisional 6tate of affairs to a close, but doubtless a difficulty about replacing the eagle. The fleurs-de-lvs arc out of the question so is the Gallic cock, which has been monopolized by the Orleans family the lady in Phrygian cap whu symbolizes the Republic, and who is playfully called Marianne, is onlv in favor with the Radicals and the moiferatc republic has neither symbol nor song. Taken alone, the tri color belongs to the revolution, the em pire, and the young branch of tho Bourbons. Perhaps it would be prudent, until the Conservative Republic i§ more firmly established, to leave the top of the flag--taff in its present nude condition.

TURKIC is a rumor that short skirls will be worn, and very small bustle". This is a severe blow at the newspaper business.

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FOSTER BROTHERS,

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on tho front ot tbe alter. Ita idea la aa beautiful as ita workmanahip it represents tbat Just as tbe purs white flower may grow out the mire and filth aid blossom into lovelinesa. so may tbe heart of man raise itaelf above tbe wickedneaa and corruption ot the world unto state of spotless purity.

OLD STOCK" arid "uIGH PRICED FIRMS'

AS THEY WOULD A PLAGUE.

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IN FINANCIAL STORMS

NEVER CAST AN ANCHOR!

PAKE THE TEMPEST BY THE THROAT

AjSTD STEER IT FOR YOUR PROFIT!

riUKB RICJIIT AND IK FT WITH YOUR READY MONEY— IYF, TH' PEOPLE SHOWERS OK BARGAINS AND THEY WILL SHUN

Thedays for jitiUinu people are over—talk is cheap. It is deeds alone that te' A Sl'RAtJUE l'RINTat our Htore at ft or 6 cents, is the name quality as it irjfKd or II rents, and so on throuuh tho long catalogue of goodc.

FIRST SHOWER {—MIXTURE HAIL AXI) ItAIN

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UiK lot genuine SPR AGUE

VIDE PERCALES, tor 8 cents. (These yoods are in handsome dark eolors dd last fall tor 15 and 18 cents.) 10,000 yards, BEST DELATNES, at 12^ cents. 8.000 yards, TYCOON KEPPS. at YlxA cents a yard. (Th**o Repps were pro usit Bold lor 25 eentf.

PRINTS,

at 5 cents.

Entire stock COCHECO AND PACIFIC PRINTS, only 0 cents. 4:

"MEfS GOODS AND BLACK ALPAoAS!

We aro now offering in this department the finest display of stylish good ver brought to this city, and the pricep on all aro extremely low. For Instan Nioe PLAID DRESS GOODS, at WA cents, 15 cents and 20 cents.

New colors in PLAIN GOOD**, at 10 cents, 12)4 cents and 20 cents. BLACK ALPACAS, 40 and 50 cents, well worth 65 and (55 cent a Real good BLACK ALPACAS, at 25 cents, 30 cents and ?-5 cents. First-class BLACK SILKS, lor #L IX), «1.2o, «1.25 and $1.50

GREAT BREAK IMIWN IN CARPETS. CASNIMERES, JEAN' BLANKETS AND FLANNELS, 3f" -Tth hjj.-' »•*.

They were never so cheap before as they are this fall. Jewaampl^sof prlcos are GOOD COTTAGE CARPET, at 20 «-ents, 25 cents and 30 cunt* HEAVY FARMERS JEANS, at 25 cents, 30 cents and .'J5 cents.

EXCELLENT WATERPROOF CLOTH, for 65 c-nU. ELEGANT BOUl,EVaIU SKIRTH. at 65 oenta and 75 eent^. GOOD HEAVY CASSIM ERES, at 50 cents, 60 cents and 55 oftts.

I11 an immense slock of goods such as wo carry it is simply impossible to jji quotations on every article. All we can dc is to i-eleot such as the people will most readily node rata This enables them to compare our prices with other stores.

It is almost impossible to realize how cheap goods are this ssason without

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The ab«ve are all Fast Express Trains, aud stopping only at the few principal .Stations, are enabled to make tlielr respective runs without execssive speed.

Itlval routes do not compete with the Pan-Ilandle QuickTime, their geographical position will not permit it.

Pullman Palace Drawing Room and Bleeping Cars run via the Pan-handle, from Terrs Haute and points on the "Vaniialla Line* through to Philadelphia and New Yor* without change. 1. W. CALDWELL, \V. L. O'BRIfcN,

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Ptor all ailment* fleah heir to. A medicine gushing up with tremennpus 2,000 foot from tbe boaom of tbe earth. Ita Minimi warmth 81 dagrees Farenbeit, and made warmer and colder to tbe patient.

Tbouaanda of people are being cured of the mo* objtinato ohmnlc Rbeumatiam, Catarrh, Ereeypelae^eoralgia, Saltrbeam, ell kinds of Skin diseases Lirer Complaint, Kidney and Hiinal A flections, Private Diseases of every type. If you are afflicted In any degree, oo&>* tbe almost universal strengtnof tbeee water*, aa otbere are doing from tbe country. The batba, though so healthful, are perfectly sate. tiona given each bather.

Mineral Water Shipped to all parts of the Continent.

VAPOR BATHS A SPECIALTY. J. h. M1LLLK & CO., Proprietors*

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