Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 50, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 June 1877 — Page 2

THEfMAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, JUNE 9, 1877.

THE DYING BOOTBLACK.

BT PELEO ARK WEIGHT.

Prop your eyes wide open, Joey. Fur I've brought you sumpin' great. Applet? No, a derned night better!

Dont you take no lnt'rest? Wait! Flowers, Joe—I know'd you'd like 'em— Ain't them scrumptious? Ain't them high? Tears, my boy? Wot's them fur, Joey?

There—poor little Joel—don't cry!

I was skippin' past a winder Where*a bang up lady sot. All amongst a lot of bushes—

Each one climbln' irom a pot Every bush had flowers on ItPretty? Mebby not! Oh. no? Wish you could seen 'em growin' it wassich astunnia'show. Well, I thought of you, n®or feller,

Lyin' here so sick and weak, Never knowin' any comfort And I puts on lots o' cheek. "Misses/' says I, "If you plense, mum,

Could Tax you for a rose? For my little brother, missus, Never seed one, I suppose."

Then I told her all about you— How I bringedyou up—poor Joe! {Lackln' woman folks to do It)

Slch a imp as you was, you knowTill yergot that awful tumble, Jlst as 1 had broke yer In (Hard work, too,) to earn yer llvin'

Blackin' boots for honest tin.

How

that tumble crippled of you, Bo's you couldn't hyper much— Joe, it hurted when I seen you

For the first time with yer crutch, "But," I says, "he's laid up now, mum, 'Pears to weaken every day—" Joe she up and went to cutiin',

That's thri how of this bokay.

Say! It seems to me. ole feller, You is quite yerself to-night Kind o' chirk—it's been a fortnit.

Hence yer eyes has been so bright. Bettor! Well, I'm glad to hear it! Yes, they're mighty pretty, Joe, Smellin' of 'ems rcide you happy

Well, I thought it would, you know!

Never seen the country, did you? Flowers growin' eve where! Sometime when you're better, Joey,

Mebbe I can take you there. Flowers In heaven? 'M—s'pcse so Dunno much about It, though Ain't as fly as wot 1 might be

On them topics, little Joe.

But I've heared It hinted somewhere, That in heaven's golden gates Things Is evcrlastln' cheeirul—

B'lleve that's wot the Bible states. Likewise, there folks don't get hungry 8o good people, wen they dies, Finds thenuelves well fixed forever-

Joe, my boy, wot nils yer eyes?

Thought they looked a little sing'ler, Oh, no! Don't you lii*ve no fear Heaven was made fur such as ou Is—

Joe, what mhkes you look so queer? Here!—wake up! Oh, don't look that way! Joo! My boy! Hold up your head! Here's yer flowers—you dropped 'em, Joey

Oh, my God, can Joe be dead!

THE

Circuit Rider.

A LOVE STORY OF EARLY LIFE IN THE WEST.

EDWARD EGGLESTON.

Auiher of The Hoosier Schoolmaster End of the World," Mystery of Metropolisvilleetc.

[The Circuit Rider was commenced in The Saturday Evening Mall. Vol. 7, No. 43. April 21. Back numbers can be had of newsd- al-

ers,

or at this office, or sent by mail for five cents each.*]

CHAPTER XIX. l'ATTY.

Patty's whole education tended to foster her pride, and In Patty's circumstances pride was conservative it saved her from possible assimilation with the vulgarity about her. She was a lily among hollyhocks. Her mother had come of an -old family'—in truth, of two or three old families. All of them had considered that attachment to the Established Church was part apd parcel of theirgentillty.and most of them had been staunch Tories in the Revolution. Patty had inherited from her mother refinement, pride, and a certain lofty inflexibility of disposition. In this congenial soil Mrs. Lumsden had planted traditional prejudices. Patty read her Prayer book, and wished that she might once attend the stately Episcopal service

Bhe

disliked the lowness of all the

sects the sing-song of the Baptist

ftreacher

and the rant of the Methodist

tinerant were equally distasteful. She had never seen a clergyman in robes, but she tried, from her mother's descriptions, to form a mental picture of the long drawn dignity of the service in an Old Virginia country ehurch. Patty was imaginative, like most girls ef her age but her ideals were ruled bj the pride in which she had been cradled.

For the Methodists she entertained a peculiar aversion. Methodism was new, and, like everything new, lacked traditions, pieturesqueneas, mustiness, and all the other essentials of gentility in religious matters. The converts were rude, vulgar and poor, the preachers were illiterate, and citea rough in voice and speech, they made war on dancing

that strange disorder called 'the jerks,' she had hated the Methodists worse than ever. They had made a direct attack on her pride.

The story of Morten's gambling had duly readied the cam oi Patty. The thoughtftil unkindnesa of her father could not leave her without so delectable a morsel of news. He felt sure that Patty's pride would be outraged by conduct so reckless, and he omitted nothing from the tale—the loss of horse and gun, the oflfer to stake his hat and coat, the

propoial

to commit suicide, the

flight upon the forfeited horse—such were the items of Captain Lumsden story. He told it at the table in order to mortify Patty as much as possible in the presence of her brothers and sisters and tbe hired men. But the effect was

Quite

different from bis expectations. With that inconsistency characteristic in love, Patty only pitied Morton's misfortunes. She saw him, in her Imagination, a hapless, homeless wanderer. She would not abandon him in hts misfortunes. He should have one friend at least. She was sorry he had gambled, but gam* bling was not inconsistent gentlemanliaeea. She bad often heard that her mother would have inherited a plantation if her grandfather had been able to let cards alone. Gambling was the

it bad'not been for Kike's exciting ex bortation and the inconsiderate violence of the Methodist revival, Morton's misfortune would not have befellen him. Patty forgave in advance. Love condones all tins except sins against love.

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It was with more than his tifcnal enjoyment Of gossip that

try

the

scbool-master

nurried evoning to tUl the story of Morton's return, and to boast that he bad already soi-

Sloirton

hered it dut by the Rule of Thray that would come out roight. The Captain, as he ate his waffles with coun

molasses, slurred the whole thing, and wanted to know if he was going to refuse to pav a debt of honor and keep the mare, when ho had fairly lost her gambling with Burchard. But Patty inly resolved to show her lover more affection than ever. She would make him feel that her love would be constant when the friendship of others failed. She liked to flatter herself, as other young women have to their cost, that her love would reform her love.

Patty knew he would come. She went about her work next morning, humming seme trifling air, that she might seem nonchalant. But after awhile she happened to think that her humming was an indication ofpre-occupation. So she ceased to hum. Then she remembered that people would certainly interpret silence as indicative of meditation shfe immediately fell a talking with might and main, until one of the younger girls asked: 'What does make Patty talk so much?' Upon which, Patty ceased to talk and went to work harder than ever but, being afraid that the eagerness with which she worked would betray her, she tried to work more slowly until that was observed. The very devices by which we seek to hide mental preoccupation generally reveal it.

At last Patty was fain to betake her self to the loom-room, where she could think without having her thoughts guessed at. Here, too, she would be alone when Morton should come.

Poor Morton, having told his mother of his religious change, found it hard in deed to tell Patty: But he counted cer tainly that she would censure him sure for gambling, which would make it so much easier for him to explain to her that the only way for him to escape from vice was to join the Methodists, and thus give up all to abetter life. He shaped some sentences founded upon this supposition. But after all his effort at courage, and all his praying for grace to help him to 'confess Christ oefore men,' he found the cross exceedingly hard to bear and when be set his foot upon the threshold of the loom room, his heart was in his mouth and his face was suffused with guilty blushes. Ah, weak nature! He was not blushing for his sins, but lor his repentance!

Patty, seeing his confusion, deter mined to make him feel how full of forgiveness love was. She saw nobleness in his very shame, and she generously resolved that she would not ask, that she would not allow a confession. She extended her hand cordially and beamed upon him, and told him how glad she was that he had come back, and—and— well— she couldn't find anything else to say, but she urged him to sit down and handed him a split-bottom chair, and tried for the life of her to think of some thing to say—the silence was so em bar rassing. But talking fer talk's sake is always

bard.

—best

One talks as one breathes

when volition has nothing to do with it. The silence was embarrassing to Mor ton, but not half so much so as Patty's talk. For he had not expected this sort of an opening. If she had accused him of gambling, if she had spurned him, the road would nave been plain. But now that she loved him and forgave him of her own sweet generosity, how should he smite ber pride in the face by telling her that be had joined himself to the illiterate, vulgar, fanatical sect of ranting Methodists, whom she utterly despised? Truly the enemy had set an unexpected snare for his unwary feet. He had resolved to confess his religious devotion with heroic courage, but ne bad not expected to be disarmed in this fashion. He talked about everything else, he temporized, he allowed her to turn the conversation as she would, hoping vainly that she would allude to his gambling. But she did not. Could it be that she had notjheard of it? Must he then re veal that to her also?

While he was debating the question in his mind. Patty, imagining that he was reproaching himself for the

of gambling, becan to talk of what had happened in the neighborhood—how JakeSniger 'fell with power' on Sunday and got drunk on Tuesday: 'that's all this Methodist fuss ^mounts to, you know,' she said. Morton thought it ungracious to blurt out at this moment that he was a Methodist there would be an air of contradiction in the avowal so he sat still while Patty turned all the sobbing and sighing, and shoating and loud praying'of the meeting into ridi cule. And Morton became conscious that it was getting every minute more and more difficult for him to confess his conversion. He thought it better to return to his gambling for a starting point. 'Did you hear what a bad boy I've been, Patty? 'Oh! yos. I'm sorry you got into such bad scrape but don't say any more about it, Morton. You're too good for me with all your faults, and you won't do it any more.' •But I want to tell you all about it, and what happened while 1 was gone.

_1m

afraid you will think too hard of me

•But I don't think hard of you at all, and I don't want to hear about It because it'.sn't pleasant. It'll all come eut right at last I'd a great deal rather have you a little wild at first than a hard Methodist, like Kike, for Instance.'

But—' I tell you, Morton. I wont hear a word. Not one word. I want you to feel that whatever anybody else may say, I know you're all right.'

You think Morton Vfery weak. But, do you know how exceedingly sweet 1s confidence from one you love, when there is only censure, and suspicion, and dark predictions of evil from everybody else? Poor Morton could not refuse to bask In the sunshine for a moment after so much of storm. It is not the north wind, but the southern breezes that are fatal to the iceberg's voyage into sunny climes.

At last he rose to go. He felt himself a Peter. He had denied the Master! •Patty,' he said, with resolution. 'I have not been honest with you. I meant to tell vou something when I first came, and I id n't. It is hard to have to give up your love. But I'm afraid yos wont oars for me when I tell you—'

The severity of Morton's penttenoe ouly touched Patty the more deeply. •Morton,' she said, interrupting, *lf you're done anything naughty, I forgive yon without knowing It. But I don't want to hear any more about it. I tell you.' And with that the blushing Patty held her cheek up for ber betrothed to kiss, and when Morten, trembling 1th conflicting emotions, bad kissed ber for the first time, she slipped away quickly to prevent his making any painlul conftsriona.

For a moment Morton stood charmed with ber goodness. When he believed himself to have conquered, he found el an is he

In a dazed sort of way be walked the greater part of the distasce home. He

might Write to btr about it. He might let her hear it from others. But he rejectetLboth ss unworthy of a man. The memory of the kiss thrilled bim, and he wai tempted totbrojv away his Methodism and rejoice in the love with Patty, now so assured. But suddenly be seemed to himself another Judas. He had not denied the Lord—he had betrayed bim and with a-kiss!

Horrified by this thought, Morton' hastened back toward Captain Lumsden's. He entered the loom room, but it was vacant. He went into the livingroom, and there be saw not Patty alone, but the whole family. Captain Lumsden had at that moment entered by the opposite door. Patty was carding wool with hand-cards, and she looked up, startled at this reappearance of her lover when she thought bim happily dis missed. 'Patty said Morton, determined not

lall into any devil's snare by delay, and to atone tor his great sin by making bis profession as public as possible, 'Patty, what I wanted to say was that I have determined to be a Christian, and I haVe joined—the— Methodist -Church.'

Morton's sense of inner conflict gave this utterance an unfortunate sound of defiance, and aroused all Patty's cowbativeness. It was in fact a death wound to her pride. She had feared sometimes that Morton would be drawn into Methodism, but that be should join tbe despised sect without so much as consulting her was more than she could bear. This, then, was tbe way in which her forbearance and forgiveness were rewarded! Thera stood her father, sneering like a Alephistopbeles. She would re sent the indignity, and at the same time show her power over her lover. 'Morton, if you are a Methodist, I never want to see you again,' she said, with lofty pride, and a solemn awfulness of passion more terrible than an outh. 'Don't say that, Patty!' stammered Morton, stretching bis bands out in eager, despairing entreaty. But this only gave Patty the greater assurace that a little decision on her par', would make hvm give up his Methodism. •I do say it, Morton, and I will never take it back.' There was a sternness in the white face and a tire in the black eyes that left Morton no hope.

But he straightened himself up now to his full six feet, and said, with manly stubbornness: 'Then, Patty, 3ince you make me choose, I shall not give up the Lord, feven for you. But,' he added, with a broken voice, as he turned away, 'may God help me to bear it.'

Ah, Matilda, Maria! if Morton were a knight in armor giving up his ladye lore for the sake of monastic religiousness, how admirable he wouid be! But even in his homespun be is a man mak ing the greatest of sacrifices. It is not the garb or the age that makes sublime a soul's offering of heart and hope to duty. When Morton was gone Lumsden chuckled not a little, and undertook to praise Patty for her courage, but I have understood that she resented his compliments, and poured upon him some severe denunciation, in which the Captain heard mo"e truth than even Kike had ventured to utter. Such are the inconsistencies of a woman when her heart is wounded.

It seems a trifle to tell just here, when Morton and Patty are in trouble—but you will want to know about Brady. He

was

at Colonel Wheeler's that evening, eagerly telling of Morton's escape from lynehing, when Mrs. Wheeler ex-

Ead

ressed her gratification that Morton ceased to gamble and become a Methodist. •Mithodist? He's no Mithodist.' 'Yos, he is,' responded Mrs. Wheeler, 'his mother told me so and what'3 more, sho said she was glad of it.' Then, seeing Brady's discomfiture, she added:

'You

Bin

and folly

didn't get all the news that time, Mr. Brady.' •Well, medair madam, when I'm admithed to a family intervoo, its not proper fer me to tell all I heerd. I didn't know the fact was made public yit, and so I bad to denoy it. It's the honor of a Oirish gintleman, ye know.'

What a journalist he would have made.

CHAPTER XX.

THE CONFERENCE AT HICKORY RIDGE.

More than two years have passed since Morton made his great sacrifice. You may see him now riding up to the Hickory Ridge Church—a 'hewed log' country meeting-house. He is dressed in homespun clothes. At the risk of conapromising him forever, I must confess that his coat is straight-breasted—shad-bellied as tha profane call it—and his bat a white one with abroad brim. The face is still fresh, despite the conflicts and hardships of one year's travel in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky, and tbe sickness and exposure of another year in the cane-brakes of Western Tennessee. Perils of Indians, perils of floods, perils of alligators, perils of bad

food,

perils of cold Deds, perils of robbers, perils of rowdies, perils of fevers, and the weariness of five thousand miles of horseback riding in a year, with five or six hundred preachings in tbe same time, and the care of numberless scattered churches in tbe wilderness have conspired to give sedateness to bis countenance. And yet there is a youthfulness about tbe sun browned cheeks, and a lingering expression of that sort of humor which Western people call 'mischief' about the eyes, that match but rotesquely with white hat and shadell ied coat.

He has been a preacher almost ever since he became Methodist. How did he get his theological education? It used to be said that Methodist preachers were educated by tbe old ones telling the young ones all they knew but besides this oral instruction Morton carried in his saddle-bags John Wesley's simple, solid sermons,Charles Wesley's hymns, and a bible. Having little of the theory and system of theology, he was free to take lessons in the larger school of life and practical observation. For the rest, the free criticism to which he was subject from other preachers, and the contact with a few families of refinement, had oblitarated his dialect. Nataral-y a geutleman at heart, he bad, from a few stately gentlemen in manners. He is regarded as a young man of great promise by the older brethren bis clear voice is very charming, his strong and manly speech and his tender feeling are very inspiring, and on his two circuits he has ported extraordinary revivals. Some of the old men sagely predict that 'he's got bishop-timber in him,' but no such smbitious dreams disturb his sleep. He has not 'gone Into a decline* on account of Patty. A healthy nature will bear heavy blows. But there Is a pain, somewnere—everywhere—in his being, when he thinks of the girl who stood just sbove him in the spelling-class, and who looked so divine when she was spinning ber two dosen cuts a day. He does lik

not like this

He prays

1 feeling.

to be forgiven for it. He acknowled In class-meeting and In love-feast that he is too much like Lot's wife—he finds his heart prone to look back toward tbe objects be once loved. Often In riding through tbe stillness of deep forest— and the primeval forest is to him the ecollar abode oi the Almighty—his nolle voice rings out fervently and even pathetically with that stanza:

ed htle'er nike tear lt from thy throne And worship only theeL! No man can enjoy a joke with zest thaiyie, and none can tell a inoin«pteilively in a generation of preachers who are all story tellers. He loves his work its dangers snd difficulties satisfy the ambition of his boyhood and be has had no misgivings,- except when once or twice he has revisited his parents in tbe Hissawachee Bottom. Then thelimging to see Patty has seized him and be has been fain to hurry away, praying to be delivered from every snare of the enemy.

He is not the only man In a straightbreasted coat who is approaching tbe country meeting house. It is conference time, and the greetings are hearty and familiar. Everybody is glad to see everybody, and, after a year of separation, nobody can aflord-to stand on ceremony with anybody else. Morton has hardly alighted before half a dozen preachers have rushed up to him and taken him by the hand. A tall brother, with a grotesque twitch in his face cries, out: 'How do you do, Brother Goodwin? Glad to see the alligators haven't finished you!'

To which Morton returns a laughing reply but suddenly he sees, standing back of the rest and waiting his turn, a young man with a solemn, sallow face, pinched by sickness and exposure, and bordered by tbe straight black hair that falls on each side of it. He wears over his clothes a blanket'with arm holes cut through, and seems to be perpetually awaiting an ague chill. Seeing him, Morton pushes the rest aside, and catches the wan band in Doth of his own with a cry: 'Kike, God bless you! How are you, dear old fellow? You look

Kike smiled faintly, and Morton threw his arm over his shoulder and looked In his face. 'I am sick, Mort. Cast down, but not destroyed, you know. I hope I am ready to be offered up.' •Not a bit of it. You've got to be better. Offered up? Why, you aren't fit to offer to an alligator. Where are you staying?" 'Out there.' Kike pointed to the tentp of a camp-meeting barely visible through the trees. The people in the neighborhood of the Hickory Ridge Church being unable to entertain the Conference in their homes, and resorted to the device of getting up a camp-meet-ing. It was easier to take care of the preachers out of doors than in. Morton shook his head as he walked with Kike to the thin canvas tent under which he had been assigned to sleep. The white spot on the end of Kike's nose, and the blue lines under his finger-nails told plain of the on coming chill, and Morton hurried away to find some better shelter for him than under this thin tent. But this was hard to do. The few brethren in the neighborhood had already filled their cabins full of guests, mostly In infirm health, and Kike, baing one of the younger men, renowned only for his piety and his revivals, had not been thought of lor a place elsewhere than on the camp-ground. Finding it impossible to get a more comfortable rating place for his friend, Morton turned to seek for a physician. The only doctor in tbe neighborhood was a Presbyterian minister, retired from the ministry on uccount of his impaired health. To him Morton went to ask for medicine for Kike. •Dr. Morgan, there is a preacher sick down at the camp-ground, said Morton, 'and—' 'And you want me to see him,' said the doctor, in ah alert, anticipative fashion, seizing his 'pill-bags' and donning his bat.

When the two rode up to the tent in which Kike was lodged they found a prayer-meeting of a very exciting kind going on in the tent adjoining. There were cries and groans and amans and hallelujahs commingled in away quite intelligible to the experienced ear ef Morton, but quite unendurable 0 the orderly doctor. 'A bad place for a sick man, sir' bo said to Morton, with great positiveness. 'I know it is, doctor,' said Morton 'and I've done my best to get him out of it, but I cannot. See how thin this tent cover is.' •And the malaria of these woods is awful. Campmeetings, sir. are always bad. And this fuss is enough to drive a patient crazy.'

Morton thought the doctor prejudiced, but he said nothing. They had now reached the corner of the tent where Kike lay on a straw pallet, holding bin hands to his head. Tbe noise from the prayer-meeting was more than his weary bra'ii 1 would bear. 'Can you sit on my horse?' said the doctor, promptly proceeding to lift Kike without even explaining to him who he was, or where he proposed to take him.

Morton helped to place Kike in the saddle, but tbo poor fellow was shaking so that he cou Id net sit there Morton then brought out Dolly—he was all his own now— and took the slight form of Kike in his arms, he riding on the croup, and the sick man in the saddle. 'Where shall I ride to, doctor?' 'To my house,' said the doctrr! mounting his own horse and spurring off to have a bed made ready for Kike.

As Morton rode up to the doctor's gate, the shaking Kike roused a little and said, 'She's tbe same fine old Dolly, Mort.' •A little more sober. The long rides in the cane brakes, and the responsibil ty of the Methodist itinerancy have given her the gravity that belongs to the ministry.' ..

Such-a bed as Kike found in Dr. Morgan's bouse! Afier the rude bear-skins upon which be had languished in tbe backwoods cabins, alter tbe musty fdither-beds in freezing lofts, and the pallets of leaves upoH which be had shivered and scorched and foqgbt fleas and muequltoes, this clean white bed was likes foretaste of heaven. Bat Kike was almost too sick to. be grateful. Tbe poor frame bad been kept up by will so long, that now that he was in a good bed and bad Morton he felt that be could afford to be sick. What had been ague settled into that wearijome disease called billions fever. Morton stsid by bim nearly all of the time, looking into the conference now and then to see tbe venerable Asburv in the chair, listening to a -rand speech from McKendroe, attending ou the third day of the session, when, with the others who had been preaching two years on probation, he was called forward to answer the 'Questions' always propounded to 'Candidates for admission to the conference.' Kike only was missing from the list of those who were to have heard the bishop's exhortations, full of martial fire, and to have answered his questions In regard to their spiritual state. For above

depths of learning, or acuteness of reasoning, the early Methodists Esteemed devout affections and no man was account for the ministry who was not 'groaning to be made perfect in this life.' Hie question stands is tbe discipline yet, but very many young men who assent to it groan after nothing so much as a city church with full galleries.

The strange mystery in which appoint

ments were involved could not but piqde curiosity. Morton having had one year of mountains, anci one year of cane-brakes* had oome to wish Tor one year of a little more comfort, and a little better support. There is a romance about going threadbare and tattered in a good cause, but even tbe romance gets threaUbare and tattered if it last toe long, and one Ishes for a little sober reality of warm clothes to relieve a romance. charming enough in itself, but dull when it grows monotonous.

The awful hour of appointments came on at la* t. Tbe brave hearted men bat down before the bishop, and beforeGod, not knowing what was to be their fate. Morton could not guess where he was going. A miasmatic cane-brake, or a deadiy cypress swamp, might be his doom, or he might—but no, he would not hope that bis lot might fall in Ohio. He was a youug man, and a young man must take his chances. Morton found himself more anxious about Kike than about himself. Where would the bishop send the invalid? With Kike it might be a matter of life and death, and Kike would not hear to being left without work. He meant, he saia, to cease at once to work and live.

The brethren, still in sublime ignorance of their destiny, sang fervently that fiery hymn of Charles Wesley s: .. 'Jesus, the

name

high overall,

In hell or earth or sky, Angels and men before him fall, And devils fear and fly. '. I i. 5 'O that the world might taste and see,

The riches of his grace, uThe arms of love that compass Would all mankind embrace.

And when they reached the last etanzas there was the ring of soldiers ready for battle In their martial voices.. That some'of them would die from exposure, •malaria, or accident during the n«t year was probable. Tears came to their eyes, and they Involuntarily begau to grasp the hands of those who stopd next them as they approached the climax of the hymn, whicnthe bishop read impressively, two liues at a time, for them to sing: 'His only rlghteouturss I show,

His saving truth piocl(iim, 'Tis all my business here below To cry, 'Behold the Lamb!'

'Happy

if with my last breath

I may but gasp hi* name, Preach

him

to all and cry

The

'Behold,

death,

behold

the

Lamb!''

Then, with suffused eyes, they resumed their seats, and tbe venerable Asbury, with calmness and with a voice faltering with age, made them a brief address, tender and sympathetic at first, earnest as he proceeded, and full of ardor and courage at the close.

Whon the British Admiralty.' he said, 'wanted some man to take Quebec, they began with the oldest General first, asking him: 'General, will you go and take Quebec?' To which he made reply, 'It is a very difficult enterprise.' 'You may stand aside,' they said. One after another the Generals answered that they would, in some more or less indefinite manner, until the youngest man on the list was reached. 'General Wolfe,' they said, 'will you go and take Quebec?' 'I'll do it or die,' he- replied.' Here the bishop paused, looked round about upon them, and added, with a voice full of emotion,'He went, and did both. We send you to take tbe country allotted to you.* We want only men who are determined te do it or die! Some of you, mv dear brethren, will do both. If you fail, let us hear that you fell like Methodist preachers at your post, face to the foe.audthe shout of victory on yeur lips.'

effect of this speech was beyond description. There were sobs, and cries of'Amen 'God grant it,' 'Hallelujah!' from every part of th© old log churcb. 10

very

man was ready for the hardest

place,

if he must. Gravely, as one who trembles at his responsibility, the bishop his list. No man looked brought out any more upon his fellow Every one kept his eyes fixed upon the paper from which the bishop read the appointment?, until his own name was reached. Some showed pleasure when their names were called, some could not conceal a look of

Ealf

aln. When the reading had proceeded way down the list, Morton beard, with a little start, the words slowly enounced as the bishop's eyes fell upon him: 'Jenkinsville Circuit—Morton Good-

WWell,atleast

Jenkinsville was in Ohio.

But it was in the wlqked part of Ohio. Morten half suspected that be was indebted to his muscle, his courage, and his quick wit for the appointment. The rowdies of Jenkinsville Circuit were worse than the Alligators of Mississippi. But he was young, hopeful and brave, and rather relished a difficult field than otherwise. He listened now lor Kike's name. It came at the bottom of tbe list: 'Pettawottomie Creek—W. T. Smith, Hezekiah Lumsden:'

Tbe bishop had not dared to entrust a circuit to a man so sick as Kike was. He had, therefore, sent him as 'second man' or 'junior preacher' on a circuit in the wilderness of Michigan.

The last appointment having been announced, a simple benediction closed tbe services, and the brethren who had foregone houses and homes and fathers and mothers and wives and childten for the kingdom of heaven's sake saddled their horses, called, one by one, at Dr. Morgan's to say a brotherly 'God bless you! to the sick Kike, and rode away, each in his own direction, and all with a self-immolation to tbe cause rarely seen since the Middle-Age.

They rode away, all but Kike, lan« guishing^et with fever, and Morton, watching by his side.

[TO BEOOXTrNOKD.J

To Mothers:-Shpuld tbe Baby be suffering with any of tbe disorders of Babyhood use Dr. Bull's Baby Syrup at once f»r the trouble. 25 cents per bottle.

PictureFrames

Made to order at the lowest prices.

Motto and Preminm Cliromo Framing a Specialty.

Order* br mall,or left at Mr* T. H. Riddle's, 408 Main street, A. Hobrrg's, 67o Main street. Allen A Koch's, 2*5 south 4th street. 10 call on you with moulding samples will be promp ly attended to.

Frames Hade for the Trade.

J. F. PROBST,

Professional Cards.

ASA M. JSLACK.

TLACK

& BLACK.

JOHN

SDWIS W. BLACK.

ATTORNEYS AT LAW, 313% Main street. TERRE HAUTE, IND.

T. WILEY,

INSURANCE AND

COLLECTION AGENT,

NOTARY PUBLIC.

Makes

Specialty of Collections. 523/^ Main Street. TERRE HAUTE, IND

M. BEECHER, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW

AND ,REAL ESTATE AGENT, TERRE HAUTE, *ND. Office with N. G. Buff, over Tutt's shoe store, Main street, betweea Fourth and Filth streets,south side.

JOHN T. SCOTT, Attorney, at Law,

OFFICE—NO. 1U MAiN STREET.

Commissioner

Office over Tutt's Shoe Store, Main street between 4th and 6th streets, south side.

R. J. P. WORRELL,

OJpcc, LINTON MANSION, Southwest corner tith and Ohio Streets. Offlcc hours from 0

N W. BALLEW,

(Late with R. Gagg.) •05 9. 4 tb street.

M24-Sm.

all

WHOOPING COUGH.

will save the Uvea of hundreds. Do not let your child dJe of whooping cough when one botUe of this Specific- will cure it. It modorates all

the

severer sjTnptoms within ttu

first twenty-.oor hour*. For sale by BUMTIN

ARMSrROXU. Terre Haute. In«L

a day at home. Agents wanted. Outfit and terms free. TRUE CO., Au[osta, Maine.

Is authorised

make,proo&ln Bankruptcy. Over Henderson Is Stove Store, bet. Fourt and Fifth streets. mar22 TERRE ATJTE. Idd.

G. BUFF,

ATTOBNEY AT LAW, TERRE HAUTE,IND.

m. te 1 p. m. nnd from

4 to (i p. m.

Fraclice now limited to diseases of the EYK and EAR,

R. J. MILLS

KV 3.!

would most respectfully announce to the citizens of Terre Haute and vicinity, that he has opened, on the corner of 13th and ChestHut streets, a Medical Office, where he will treat all classes of Chronic and acute diseases, of both sexes, In the most scientltlo and successful manner, either with er without slectricity.

Office and residence on corner of 13th and Chestnut streets, three streets east of Vandalia depot. Visits made to the country, if required. (febl7-ly)

OSEPH RICHARDSON,

O. LINCOLN,

M. 1) i\

IT.

Office on Ohio St., Bet. 3rd A 4tL TERRE HAUTE, IND.

Office, 221 Main street, near Seventh. Extracting and artillcial teeth specialties. All work warranted. (d&w-tf)

R. L. H. BARTHOLOMEW.

Surgeon and Mechanical

DENTIST,

Dental Koom, 157 Main Street, near 6th,

irv S

TKKKE UADTS, IN1.

Nitrous Oxide ttas administered for paij ess Tooth Extraction.

V..

DENTIST,

Office, lift Mala Street, over Sage» old conf+etioherjr stand. TERRE HAUTE, IND.

Can be found in office night, and day,

'i Business Cards.

CAL

THOMAS,

Optician nnd Watchmaker For the trade, Main street, near Sixth, sign of big man with watch.

W. RIPPETOE

Gene il Dealer In

GROCERIES, -.v VISIONS AND PRODUCE, National Block, 156 Main strew

LKISSNER,

Wholesale antl Retail Dealer In

Pianos, Rfelodeons, Organs, Musical Instruments, Ac., Palace of Music, 48 Cfhlo 8

EWING MACHINES

REPAIRED AND ADJUSTED In the very best manner and warranted to werk, by JOSEPH FOLK, No. 322 Main street, north side, between 3rd and 4tr streets, upstairs. Don't condemn your mam chine until Mr. FOLK has had a look at it for the real trouble may be very light and the cost of repairing a mere trine. The best needles and oil constantly on hand.

Jnnel9-tt

STOVE DEALERS.

HEELER & SELLERS,

Main Street, between Eighth and Ninth,

TERRE HAUTE, IND.,

Keep on hand at their place of business large and well selected stock of STOVES, TTN AND HARDWARE, And ask the public to call and price tWelr

Soodsthereby.

before buying elsewhere and be belie-

tied

Produce and Commission!

OS. H. BRIGGS, 'RODUCE AND COMMISSION MERCHANT,

and Dealer in

HIDES, PELTS, RAGS, BUTTER, EGGS, FCC.,

Corner of Fourth and Hierry streets, 1 TERRE HAUTE. IND.

RESTAURANTS." H. ROUSER'S

GRAND

Restaurant and Dining Room/4] No. 610 MAIN STREET,

North Side, TERRE HAUTE, INI OPEN DAY AND WIGHT.

HOTELS.

JJENDERSON HOUSE.

P. P. NICHOLS, Prop'r.

Booth Fourth St, Bet Walnut and Poph TERRE HAUTE, IND. First Class Boarding by the week, Da. Meal. Best wagon yard in the city.

HOGS.

ENRY BROWN,

HOG SHIPPER, TERRE HAUTE, IND.

Buys hogs every day In thu year,"cash and no grumbling." Office on south tour street, one half square south of the mark

house,

one door south of Henderson hoi

All I ask Is to try me. Trade with me o» a ndyou will trade with me again.