Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 4, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 21 July 1877 — Page 2

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, JULY 21, 1877.

TROUBLE IN THE CHOIR.

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There was rometblng so unusual In the singing of the choir That the elder looked op mildly from the tenth Jeremiah And with re adjusted eyeglass looked along the foremost row, "While a haudred necks were twisted In a .are from all below. As before the rolling thunder comes adistant, wailing moan. There was presage of oUturbaace in the very organ's tone oat the pepping of the pickets, ere the battle's awfol din, Or the tuning of the fiddles ere the orchestra begin. An unprejudiced Observer might h:.ve seen with half an eye There was waiting an explosion that would blow them ui sky-high, Or spontaneous combustion, to accept a modern name, That was waiting just a moment to burst forth Into flame. ..

The soprano sat in grancteur, with her book before her face, With her back comb turned In anger on the alto and the bassr While the tenor stoou beside her with an

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And the organist pawed madly at the ped als with bis toei.

How could any one but angels sing when they were feeling so? Though the hymn was Songs of Oladness, they would make It Bounds of Woe. When we sing about devotion, some devo tion we must feel, 0r our plaintive nes of worship will partake somewhat of squeal.

But the alto sung her solo, and then left it to the bass, Who was gnawing at his moustache, and was looking for the place, While the organist, in anger, sung the lead lug part alone, And the tenor tried to follow, but ended In a groan. ff As the horror -stricken people Beard the discord rising higher, It was patent to the simplest there was trouble In the choir, And (he organist, in fury, closed the organ with a crash.

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And the alto sobbed In anguish and the cbolr had gone to smash.

Whea the elder went among them with a view to reconcile, The soprano told her btory with asanguln ary smile It appeared the wretched chorister had Introduced a girl With a brand new style of singing, and a most distracting curl.

But to cap the bitter climax, th usurper wore a hat, .. Just a duck, a gem, a beauty, it made the rest look flef And the straw that broke the camel's back, and made the wreck complete— tthecame early Sunday morningendusu'pod the leading seat,

When the elder asked the tenor wny ne left, he said: "Because The soprano said hi chest-tones sounded just like tiling saws And ne overheard the alto one night whisper to the bass, That a man with such a moustache was a palpable disgrace." And the bass Informed the elder that he sacrificed his views ..... When be came aud Joined the elder's choir, to help fill up his pews. He was an Episcopalian, and if people thought he'd Uke Any such nonsense from a Baptist, they had made a great mistake..

Then the organist and alto both put on an injured look, Haying sometning in an undertone about a change of book And the elder overheard them, as be gently closed the door, Use the words, "A poor old fogy," and "A sentimental bore."

And he scratched his poor old noddle, aphe ambled down the street, With his spectacles on his ferehead and his •Uppers en his feet And I really think the elder has a hope of

On Uw'uw&led sea of music, to allay the sad turmoll^,^ ,f In the meantime service opens with eld

China or Bethune,

And the deacon with his tune-fork gives the people all the tune. And the organ gathers cobwebs, and the people gather grace, While they roar out Coronation to the dea-

I', con's hoarsest bass.

THE

Circuit Rider.

A LOVE STORY OP EARLY LIFE IN THE WEST.

Br EDWARD EGGLESTON.

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CffPTER XXX.

T6K GCHOOUMASMIN AND THB -WIDOW.

When Kike bad appeared attti| camp meeting, aa we relates, it was not difficult toforecast his fate. One year, two years at farthest, he might manage to live, bat not longer. Nobody knew this so well as Kike himself. He rejoiced in it. He was one of those rare spirits to whom the invisible world is not a dream but a reality, and to whom religious duty is a vofoe never neglected. That he had sacrificed his own lite to his

he understood perfectly well, and he had no regrets except that he had not been more aealous. What asw life if he could save even one soul? •But* said Morton to him one day, 'you are wrong. Kike. If you had taken care of yourself you might have lived to save so many more."

•Norton, if your eye were fastened on le man drowning,' replied Kike, 'and you thought you could save nim at toe risk of your health, you wouldn't stop to calculate that, by avoiding that peril, you might live long enough pats if it

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lgnt live long enough to'save

many other*. When God puts a soul before me I sav« that one life. When I am gone others. It is glorious to work for God but )t is awfoL What if by some neglect of mine a soul should drop into bell? O! Morton. I am oppressed with respon tsibillty! I will be glad when God shall

costs my

When I am gone God will find

"ftSWTB preachers remonstrated with Kike. He was fulfilling the Methodist ordeal: they admired him while moat of them could not oalte emulate him. Read the minutes or the old conferences aud you will see everywhere among the brief obituaries, headstones in memory of young men who laid down their lives as Kike waa doing. Men were nothing-the work was everything. Methodism Vet the dead bury their dead: It could hardly stop to plant a spear of over the grave of

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ButPottawottomie Greek circuit' poor and wild, and it had paid only five dollars for his whole months' work. Two of tltis he had spent for horse-shoes, and two he had given away. The other one had gene for quinine. Now he had no clothes that would long hold together. He would ride to Hissawachee and get what his mother bad carded andspun, and woven, and cot, and seWed for the son whom she loved all the more that he seemed no longer to'be entirely hers. He ceme back in three days. Two days more would suffice to reach Peterborough circuit. So be sent on to the circuit, in sdvance, his appointments to

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reach, and rode off to Hissawachee. be did not get back to camp meeting. An attack of fever held him at home for several weeks.

At last be was better and hsd set the day for his departure from home. His mother saw wbat every body saw. that if Kike ever lived to return to hisbome it would only be to die. And ss this was, perhaps, bis last visit, Mrs. Lumsden felt in duty bound to tell bim of ber intention to marry Brady. While Brady thought to do the hanasome thing by secretly getting a marriage license, intending, whenever the widow should mention the subject to Kike, to imrneinediately propose tfa&t Kike should perform the ceremony of marriage. It was quite contrary to the custom of that day lor a minister to officiate at a wedding of one of his own family Brady defied custom, however. But whenever Mrs. Lumsden tried to approach Kike on the subject, her heart failed her. He was so wrapped up in heavenly subjects and so full of exhortations and aspirations, that she despaired beforehand of making bim understand her feelings. Once she began by alluding to Jber lone liness, upon which Kike assured her that ir she put her trust in the Lord he would be with her* What was she to do? How make a rapt seer like Kikeun derstand the wants of ordinary mortals? And that, too, when he was already bidding adieu to this' world?

The last morning had come, artd Brady was urging on the weeping widow that she must go into the roonMSvhere Kike was stuffing his Bmall wardrobe into bis saddle bags, and tell bim wbat was in their hearts. 'Ob, I can't bear to,' said she. 'I won't never see bim any more and I might hurt him, and •Will,' said Brady, 'thin I'll hev to do it mesilf.' 'If you only would!' said she, imploringly. 'But it's so much more appropriate for you to do it, Mrs. Lumsden. If I do it, it'll same jistloike axin' the b'y's consint to marry bis mother.' 'But I can't noways do it,' said the widow. 'If you love me you might take that load often me.' 'I'll do it if it kills me. sthraight,' and Brady marched intp the sitting room, where Kike, exhausted by his Blight exertion, was resting in the shuck bottom rocking chair. Brady took a seat opposite to bim on a chair made out of a transformed barrel, and roached up bis iron gray hair uneasily.' To his surprise Kike began the conversation. •Mr. Brady, you and mother a'n't acting very wisely, I think,' said Kike. •Ye've noticed us, thin,'said Brady, in terror. 'To be sure I have.' 'Will, now, Koike, I'll till vou fwat I'm thinkin'. Ye're pecooliar loike ye don't know bow to sympathoize with other folks because ye're livin' roight up in biven all the toime.' 1 »y: body to help me,' said Brady, adroitly.

don't you live more in heaven?' Will, I think I'd throy if I had some-

'Ruc I'm one of the koind that's lonesome, and in doire nadeof company. I was jilted when I was young, and I thought I'd niver be a fool agin. But ye see ye ain't niver been in love in all yer loife, and how kin ye fale fer others?' 'Maybe I have been in love, too,' said Kike, a strange soltness coming into his yoioe. 'Did ye iver! Who'd a thought it?" And Brady made large eyes at bim. 'Thin I think ye ought to fale fer the infertilities of others,' he added with some exultation. 'I do. That's why I said you and mother wero very foolish.' 'Fwy, now, there it is agin. Pwat do ye mane?' 'Why this. When I was here before I saw that you and mother bad taken a liking to each other. I thought by this time you'd have been married. And I didn't see any reason why you shouldn't. But you're as far away as ever. Here's mother's land that needs somebody to take care of it. I am going away never to come back. If I could see you married the only earthly care I have Would be gone, and I could die in peace, whenever and wherever the Lord calls me.' 'God bliss ye, Koike,'said Brady, wiping bis eyes. 'Fwy didn't you say that before? Ye're a prohpet and a angel, I belare. I wish I was half as good, or a quarther. God bliss ye, me boy. I wish —I wish ye would throy to live afwoile. I've been athryin' ana your mother's been athryin'to muster upoourageto spake to ye about this, and ye samed so blvenly we thought ye would be dieplased. Now, wQl ye marry us before

aven't sot any license.' 'Here tis, in me pocket.' •Where's a witness or two?' 'I hear some women folks come to say joodbye to ye In the other room.' 'I'd like to marry you now,' said Kike. I must getaway in au hour.'

And he married them. They wept over him, and he made no concealment that he was going away for tho last time. He rode out from Hissawachee never to come back. Not sad, but exultant, that he bad sacrifioed everything for Christ and was soon to enter into the life everlasting. For, faithless as we are In this dsy, let us never bide from ourselves the fact that tbe faith of a martyr is Indeed a hundred fold mote a source of fey than houses and lands, and wile and children.

CHAPTER XXXI. KIKB.

lb reach Petersborougn Kike had to

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through Morton's great diocese of He could not ride far. Even so intemperate a zealot ss Kike admitted so much economy of force into his calculations. He must save his strength in journeying or he reach his

could not circuit, much lc preach when he gut there. At the close of his second day he inquired for a Methodist house at which to stop, and was directed to the double cabin of a 'located* preacher—one who had been a 'travelling' preacher, but, having married, was under the necessity of entangling himself with the things of this world that he might get bread for his children. As he rode up to the house Kike gladly noted the horses hitcbed to tbe fence ss an evidence that there must be a meeting In in ogress. He was in Morton's circuit who could tell that be should not meet bim here?

When Kike entered tbe boose Morton stood in the door between tbe two rooms with the back of a •split-bot-tomed* chair tor a pulpit. For a moment the pale free of Kike, so evidently

smitten with death, appalled him then it inspired bim, and Morton never spoke better on that fiivorite theme of tbe early Methodist evangelist—the rest in heaven —than while drawing-his inspiration from the pallid countenance of his ooinrade. •Ah! Kike!' he ssid, when the meeting wss dismissed, 'I wish you had my

•\$bat do you want to keep me out of heaven for, Mortf Let God have his own way,'said Kike, smiling cmtfintfidlv

But long alter Kike slept that riigbt Morton lay awake. He could not'let the poor fellow go off alone. So in the morning he arranged With the located brother to take his appointments for awhile and let him ride one day with Kike. 'Ride ten or twenty if you want to' said the ex-preacher. 'The corn'a laid by and I've got-nothing to do, and I.m spoiling for a preach.'

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Peters borough circuit lay off to the southeast of Hickory Ridge and Morton persuaded that Kike was unfit to preach, endeavored to induce bim to turn aside and rest at Dr. Morgan's, only ten miles out of his'road. •I tell you, Morton, I've got ierj little strength left. I cannot spend it better than In trying to save souls. There's Peters borough vacant three months since Brother Jones was first taken sick. I want to make one or two rounds at least, preaching with all the heart have. Then I'll cease at once to work and live, and who knows but that I may slay more In my death thau in piy life?' ..

But Morton feared that he would not be able to make one round. He thought be had an overestimate of bis strength, and that tbe. final

break

down might

come at any moment. 3o, on the morning of the second day he refused to yield to Kike's entreaties to return. He would see bim safe among the meti»bera on Pe terborough circuit, anyhow.

Now it happened that thqy missed tue trail and wandered far out of their way. It rained all the afternoon, fcnd Kike got drenobed in crossing a stream. Then a chill came on, and Norton sought sbel ter. He stopped at a cabin. 'Come in, come In, brethren, said the settler, as soon as he saw them. 'I low ye're preachers. Brother Goodwin know. Heerd him down at cAmpmeet ia' last fall,—time conference met on the Ridge. And this brother looks mis'rable. Got the shakes, I 'low? Your name, brother, Is—. 'Brother Lumsden,' said Morton. 'Lumsden? Wy, that air's the very name of our school miss, and she jwy* in' here jes' now. I kinder recolleck that you was sick up at Dr. Morgan s, conference time. Hey?'

Morton looked bewildered. •How far Is Dr. Morgan's from here? 'Nigh onto three quarter 'round the road, I 'low. Ain't It, Sister Lumsden?' This last to Patty, who at that moment appeared from th6 bedroom, and out .answering the question, greeted Morion and Kike with a cry ot joy. Patty was 'boarding round' and it was ber titoe to stay here. •How did we get here? We aimed at Lanham's Ferry,' said Morton bewil dered. •Tuck tbe wrong trail ten mile back, '16w. You should've gone by Hanks's Mills.'

Despite all protestations from the Methodist brotner, Morton was determined to take Kike to Dr. Morgan's. Kike was just sick enough |o be passive, and he sulfered himself to, be put back into the saddle to ride to the Patty, meanwhile, ran across the fields abd gave warning, so that Kike was summarily stowed away in tbe bed he had occupied before. Thus do men try to run away from fate, and rush into her arms in spite of themselves.

It did not require very great medical skill to understand what must be the result of Kike's sickness. •Wbat is tbe matter with bim, Doctor?' asked Morton, next morning. •Absolute physical bankruptcy, sir, answered the physician, in his abrupt manner. 'There's not water enough left in the branch to run the mill seven days. Wasted llle, sir, wasted life. Its a pity but you Methodists had a little moderation in your seal.'

Kike uneasily matched tbe door, hoping every minute that he might see Nettie might come in. But she did not come. He had wished to avoid her father's house for fear of seeing her, but he could not bear to be thus near her and not see her.. Toward evening he called Patty to him. •Lean down here!' he said.

Pattv put her ear down that nobody might near. 'Where's Nettie?' asked Kike. •About the house, somewhere,' said

*Why don't she come in to see me?' •Not because she-doesn't care for you, said Patty, •she seems to tbe time.

•she seems to be crying half

Kike watched tbe door uneasily all that evening. But Nettie did not come. To have come into Kike's room would have been to have revealed her love for one who had never declared his love for her. The mobile face of Nettie disclosed every emotion. No wonder she was fain to keep away. And yet the desire to see him almost overcame ber fear of seeing him.

When the doctor came In to see Kike after breakfast the next morning, the pitient looked at him wistfully. •Doctor Morgan, tell me the truth. Will I ever get up?' •You can never get up, my dear boy, said the physician, huskily.

A smile of relief spread over hike's face. At thst word the awful burden of his morbid sense of responsibility for tbe world's salvation, the awful burden of a self sacrifice that was terrible and that must be life long, dipped from bis weary soul. There was then nothing to be done but to wait for tbe Master's release. He shut bis eyes, murmured a •Thank God!' and lay for minutes, motionless. As the doctor made a movement to leave him, Kike opened his eyes and looked at him eagerly. •Wbat Is It, my boy?' said Morgan, stroking the straight black hair off Kike's forehead,

and

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peUing bim aa

though he were a child. 'What do you want?' •Doctor said Kike and then closed bis eyes again.

be afraid to tell me what is in

your heart, dear boy.' The tears were in the doctor^ eyes. •If you think It best—if yon think it best, mind—I would like to see Nettie.' •Of course it is Lett. I am glad yon mentioned it. It will do her good, poor souL' •If yon think it beat——* 'Well?' said the doctor, seeing that Kike hesitated. *Speak out.' 'All alone.' •Yea,yoa ahall see her alone. This Is beetjllie doctor's atterance wss choked as be hastened out.

Kike lay with eyes fixed on the door. It eeemed a long time after the doctor went before Nettie

remove thein. At isst ber hand was on the latch. She sained a momentary self control. But when she opened the door

saw his *d face, and bis

Tbe next moment sbe wss on her knees by bis bed, sobbing violently. And Kike put out his feeble bands and drew the golden head up close to bis bosom, and spoke tenderer words than he had ever beard spoken in his life. And then be closed his eyes- snd to* a long time nothing wai said. It came about after Nettie's tears were spent that tbey talked of all that they had felt of the life

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ist and of the immortal lite to come. went by atid nonfe intruded tipon this betrothal for eternity. Patty had waited., without, expecting to be called to take her place again by her cousin's bedside. But she did not like to remain in conversation with Morton. It could bring nothing but pain to them both. It occurred to her that she had not seen her patient in Biggin's Hollow since Kike came. She started immediately, glad to escape from the regrets exciiel by the presence of Morton, and touched with remorse that she had so long neg lected a man on whose heart she thougnl she bad been able to make some reflg ious impression.

•Wr*T ^CHAPTER XXXII.

PINKKT'S DISCOVERY.

Pinkey was grum. He didn't like to be neglected, if he was a higbwsymsn. He had gotten out of bed and drawn on bis boots. •So you couldn't come to see me because there was a young preacher sick at the doctor'8?' he said, when Patty entered. 'Tbej'oung preacher is my cousin said Patty, 'and he Is going to die.' 'Your cousin,' said Pinkey, softened little. 'But Goodwin is there, too. hope you didn't tell him anything about me?' •Not a word.' 'He ought to be grateful to you for saving his life.' 'He seems to be.' 'And people that are grateful are very likely to have other feelings, after awhile.' There was a significance in Pinkey's manner that Patty greatly disliked. 'You should not talk in that way Mr. Goodwin is engaged to be married^ 'Is be? Do you mind telling me ber name?' fTo a lady named Meacham, I believe.' &4What?—Who?—To Ann Eliza? How did it happen that I have never beard of that? To Ann Eliza! Confound her: what a witch that girl is! I wish I could spoil her game this time. Goodwin's too good for her and she sha'n't have him.' Then he sat still as if in meditation. After a moment he resumed 'Now, Miss Lumsden, you've done one good turn for him, you must do another. 1 want to send a note to this Ann Eliza.' •J caDnot take it,' said Patty, trem bling. •You saved his life, and now you are unwilling to save from a.worse evil. You ought not to refuse.' •You ought not to ask it. Tbe circum stances of the case are peculiar. I will not take it.' •Will you take a note to Goodwin?' 'Not on this business.'

Pinkey was startled at the emotion sbe showed, and looked at ber inquiringly: 'You were a schoolmate of Morton's—of Goodwin's, I meah—and a body would think that you might be the identical sweetheart that sent hi ja adrift for joining the Methodists—and then joined the Methodists herself, eb?'

Patty said nothing, but turned away. :'By tbe holy Moses,' said Pinkey, in a half-soliloquy, 'if that's the case, I'll break tbe net of that fisherwoman this time or drawn myself a-trying.'

Patty bad intended to read the Bible to ber patient, but her mind was so disturbed that she thought best to say goodmorning. Pinkey roused herself from a reverie to call her back. 'Will you answer me one question?' he asked. 'Does Goodwin want to marry this girl? Is he happy about it, do you think?' 'I am sure he isn't,' said Patty, reproaching herself In a moment that she bad said somuch.

Patty made some kindly remark to Mrs. Barkins As she went out, walked briskly to tbe fence, baited, looked off over tne field a moment, turned round and came back. Wben she re-entered Pinkey's loom he had put on bis great false whiskers and wolf skin cap, and she trembled at tbe transformation. He started, but said: 'Don't be afraid, Miss Lumsden, I am not meditating mischief. I will not hurt you, osrtainly, and you must not betray me. Now, what is it?'

Don't do anything wrong in this matter/ said Patty. 'Don't do anything that'll lie heavy on your soul when you come to die.—I'm afraid you'll do something wrong for Mr. Goodwin's sake, or —mine.' 'No. But if I was able to ride I'd do onethunderin'good thing. But lam too weak to do anything, plague on it!' 'I wish you would put these deceits In the fire and do right,' she said, indicating bis disguises. 'I am disappointed to see that you are going back to your old ways.'

He made no reply, but laid off his dis[uisesand la lausted. An that all her laoors were in vaiu, wuim Pinkey only muttered to himself, 'I'm. to a on it

CHAPTER XXXIII. THK ALABASTKR BOX BROKEN. Not until Dr. Morgan came in at noon did any one venture to open tbe door of Kike's room. He found the patient much better. But the improvement could not be permanent, the sedative of mental rest and the. tonic of joy had come too late. 'Morton,'said Kike, 'I want Dolly to do me one more service Nettie will explain to you what it is.'

After a talk'with Nettle, Morton rode Dolly away, leading Kike's horse with bim. Tbe doctor thought he could guess what Morton wen£ for,- but, even in melancholy circumstances, lovers, like children, are fond of having secrets, and he

did not try to penetrate that which gave and Nfttie pleasure to keep to At ten o'clock thatuight back without Kike's

Kike and Nettie pleasure to kee themselves. A Morton came horse. •Did yon get it?' whispered Kike, who had grown visibly weaker.

Morton nodded. •And you sent the message?' •Yea.' Kike gave Nettle a look of pleasure, and then sank into a satisfied sleep, while Morton proceeded to relate to Doctor Morgan and Patty that he had seen in the moonlight a, neterious highwayman, 'His nickname is Pinkey nobody knows who he Is or where be comes from or goes to. He got a hard blow In a fight with tbe police force of the camp meeting, Ifa a wonder It didn't break his head. I searched for him everywhere, but he bad effectually dissppearecL If I had been armed tonight, I sbould have tried toarreathim, for he was alone.' ,,

Patty and the doctor exchanged looks. •Our patient, Patty.' Bat Patty did not say a wonL

Yon moat have got that Information tlmragfa hlmr said Morton, with surprise.

But Patty only kept still.. •I won't ask you any questions, but if I .bad killed my deliverer! ge tost be should be the bearer of

to »me, though. I sbould

mtber expect him to kiU me than to save me.'

Patty wondered that Pinkey had ventured away while yet so wesk, and found in herself tbe fiutteringsof a hope for which she knew there was no satisfactory .ground.

When Saturday morning came, Kike was sinking, 'ijoctor Morgan,' he said 'do no| leave me long. Nettie ana I want to be married before I die.' 'But the license?' said tbe doctor, affecting not to suspect Kike's secret. 'Morton got it tbe other day. And I am looking for my mother to-day. I don't want to be married till sbe comas. Morton took my horse and sent for ner.'

Saturdsy passed and Kike's mother

parently asleep. 'Splendid life wssted,' ssid the doctor, sadly, to Morton, pointing to tbe dying man. 'Yes, indeed. What a pity he bad no care for himself,' answered Morton. •Pattv,' said Kike, opening bis ey?}, •the Bible.'

Patty got tbe Bible. •Read in the twenty-sixth of Mstthew, from tbe seventh to the thirteenth, inclusive,' Kike spoke ss if be were announciuga text.

Then, when Patty Was about to read, be said: 'Stop. Call Nettie.' When Nettie came- be nodded to Patty, and she read all about the alabaster box of ointment, very precious, that was broken over the head of Jesus, and the complaint that was wasted, with the Lord's reply. •You are right, my dear boy, said Doctor Morgau, with effusion, 'what is spent tor love is never wasted. It is a very precious box of ointment that you have broken upon Christ's head, my son. Tbe Lord will not forget it.'

When Kike's mother and Brady rode up to the doer on Sunday morning, the people bad already begun to gather in crowds, drawn by the expectation that Morton would preach in the Hickory Ridge church. Hearing that Kike, .whose piety was famous all the country over, was dying, they filled Doctor Morgan's hdusa and yard, sitting In sad, slFebt groups on 1 he fences ana door-steps and standing in the shsdeof the yard trees. As the dying preacher's mother passfed through, the crowd of country people fell back and looked reverently at her

Kike was already far gone. He was barely able to greet his mother and the good hearted Brady, whose demonstrative Irish grief knew no bounds. Then Kike and Nettie were married, amidst the tears of all. This sort of a wedding is more hopelessly melancholy than a funeral. After the marriage Nettie knelt by Kike's side, and he rallied for a moment and solemnly pronounced a benediction upon her. Then he lifted up his bands, crying faintly, 'O Lord! I have kept back nothing. Amen.

His hands dropped upon the head of Nettie. The people bad crowded into tbe hall and stood at tbe windows. For awhile ail thought him dead.

A white pigeon flew in at one of the windows and lighted upon the bed of tbe dying man. The early Western people believed in marvels, and Kike was to them a saint. At sight of the snow white dove pluming itself upon his breast tbey all started back. Was it a heavenly visitant? Kike opened his eyes and gazed uppn the dove a moment. Then be looked siguiflcantly at Nettie, then at tbe people. The dove olumed itself a moment longer, looked round on the people out of its mute and

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en eyes, then flitted out of the wlnagain and disappeared in the

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light. A smile overspread the dying man's face, he clasped his bands upon his bosom, and it was a full minute bofare anybody disepvered that the pnre. heroic spirit of Hezekiah Lumsden had gone tb Its rest.

He bad requested thst no name should be placed over his grave. 'I*t God have snv slorv that may come from my labors, anTlet everybody but Nettle forget me,'he said. But Doctor Morgan bad a slab ef the common blue lime stone of tbs hills—marble was not to be bad—cut out for a headstone. TLe device upon it wss a dove, the only inscription): An alabaster box of very precious ointment.' ..

Death is not always matter for grief. If you have ever beheld a rich sunset from the summit of a lofty mountain, you will remember how the world was transfigured before you in the glory of resplendent light, and how, long after the light bad faded from the cloud drapery, and long after the hills bad^ begun to loee themselves in the abyss of dsrkness, there lingered a glory in the western horizon—a joyous memory of the

ed a sublime spectacle, which they may never see again. The memory of it lingered with them like the long lingering glow behind the western mountalniu Sorry that the suffering life had ended In peace, one could not be and never did stormy day find more placid sunset than his. Even Nettle bad never felt that he belonged to her. When he was gone sbe was as one whom an angel of God bad embraced. Sbe regretted his absence, but rejoiced in the memory of his love: and sbe had not entertained any hopes 1 bat could be disappointed.

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Tbe early Methodists bad no time for eulogies. A handful of earth, •few hurried words of tribute, and the bugle called to tbe battle. Tbe man who died was at rest, tbe men who staid bad the more work to do.

Norx^-In the striking Incident of the upon Kike? bed, I have fol«t eye-witness-

dove lighting lowed stricuy the es^-K. [TO *BooarnmjED.3

TBE FATAL ICE-HO USE, [Cincinnati Commercial.] Whenever we see an ioe bouse in a man's back yard we fear for tbe safety of that household. There is danger tbst It will be cut off in tbe daya of its youth. No dynasty was ever founded with an ice-house on tbe premises. There la no need of laws of primogeniture entailment among people who do not regard a domestic establishment complete without an ice-house. It is ss fatal as an undrained cellar or a stagnant pool. Nature avengee herself for vMaoona of her law. ggggg like beautiful jewels in brazen settings faainres upon a face marred by signs of blood poisoning. The great purifier of tbe blood is Dr. Bulrs Blood Mixture.

Professional Cards.

ASA M. BLACK. LACK & BLACK

1

OHN T. WILEY,

WP.

L"

ATTORNEYS AT LAW, 318)^ Main street. TERRE HAUTE, IWD^I N. O. BUFF. S. X. BBXCHER

BUFF

A BEECHER,

ATTOKNK1S AT LAW,

OFFICE—No. 820 Ohio Street, bet. Third and Fourth, north Hide.

I 1XS1JRANCE AI

COLLECTION AGENT,

N O A I

Makes a Specialty of Collections.*5 523% Main Street. TSKKE Hattts, IND

Cosnpanlcs Represented.(FIRB INSURANCK.)

Ins. Co. North America, Phlla. 96,606,000 Niagara Fire Ins Co. or N. Y. 1,500,000 Pehk Kire insurance Co. 1,675,900 Scottish commercial. Ulaagow, 6,000,000 (LIFB. INSURANCE.) 7 Northwestern Mutual, A^ltwausee $19,000,000 „r

Loaued in Indiana, over 2,900,000. Losses paid in Indiana, over 300,000. Losses paid In v/* Terre Uaute during past six years, over 41,000. or—

J. P. WOITKELL,

office, Li vroirx Ajrai«x, Southwest corner 0th and Ohio Streets!! Office hours from 9 r. m. te 1 p. m. and from 4lO tp. ui. Practice now limited to diseases of the

E1KSS4IAB,

R. J. MILLS

would most reepeetlMly announce to tne citizens of Terre ttjauto snd vicinity, that he has opened, on the corner of 13th and Chestnut streets, a Medical Office, where he will treat all classes of Chronio and acute diseases, of both Seles, in the most scientific and successful mariner, either with or without electricity.',

Office and residence On corner of 13th and Chestnut streets, three streets east of Vanda11a depot. Visits made to the country, if required. (febl7-ly)

OSEPH RICHARDSON, M. DMH

•nice oa Olde Sfc, Vet 8rd A ilk, TEKKK HAUTE, IND. 0 0. LINCOLN,

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ii mf "viM#

{ft ft*-{kit

JMKJVTft&T,

Office, 221 Main street, ueur Seventh. Extracting aud artificial teeth specialties. All work warranted. (d&w-tt)

DRSurgeonBARTHOLOMEW,

L. H. X,

and SKcchanicnl

DENTIST, i"

Denial Hoom, 157 Alain Street *e»rttth,

TKTYKB HAUTE, IND.

Nitrous Oxide Oas administered for paifWr?., ess Tootli Extraction.

GW.

BALLEW,

Ofllce, 119 Mela Street, over (tatfe* oldcosfrrtloncrjr itssd.flR 1 TERBE HAUTE, IND.

Can be found In office night anu day,

Business Cards. AL THOMAS,

Optician and Watchmaker For the (rade. Main street, near Sixth, algnrs of big man wll'a watch.

MYER,

Tinware and Job Hhop,

114 south Fourth St.. opp, Market House, /k full stock of Tinware. (Special attention given to Job Worlc.

RW.

R1PPETOE

Gene al Dealer In

GROCERIES, ..^VISIONS AND PRC DUCE, National Block, 166 Main stree.

KISSNER,

4* Wholesale and Retail Dealer in Pianos, Melodeone, Organs,. 'Musical Instruments, Ac.,

$

I

5" h-

rrvro,

DENTIST,

Palace of Music, 48 Ohio

EWING MACHINES

REPAIRED AND ADJUSTED In the very best manner and warranted toj Werk, by JOSEPH FOLK, No. 322 Mair street, north side, between 8rd and 4th streets, up stairs. Don't condemn your ms^' chine until Mr. FOLK has had a look at it*.,* for the real trouble may be very light una the cost of repairing a mere trifle. 1 he besiP*' needles and oil constantly on hand* "J

JnnelfMJ

RODUCE AND COMMISSION MERr CHANT, and Dealer in HIDES, PELTS, RAGS, BUTTER,

EGGS, AC.,

Corner of Fourth and berry streets,7*"\ XERRE HAUTE, IND, ,,

RESTAURANTS.

N H. ROUSER'S

GRAND

Restaurant and Dining Rooma,.| No. 610 MAIN STREET. North Side, TERRE HAUTE, IND

W SLJ"

8T0YE DEALERS. .f

HEELER & SELLERS,

Main

commemoration bis n-me

received was in the conference minutes, where, like other such heroes, be was curtly embalmed in tl»e uwifti iOur lilies: •Hekekiah Lumsden was a man of God, who freely gave up bis life for bis work. He wss tireless in labor, patient in suffering, bold In rebuking inn, holy in life ana conversation, and triumphant in death.'

i'tlZ

in Street, between Eighth and Nintfi, TERRE HAUTE, IND., Keep on hand at their place of business a large and well selected stock of

STOVES, TIN AK HARD WARE, And ask the public to call and price their goods before buying elsewhere and be bene-f fitted thereby.

Produce and Commission 0& H. BRIGGS,

OPW DAT AND BIGHT. 4

HOTELS.

ENDERSON HOUSE.

P. P. NICHOLS, Prop'r.

South Fourth St, Bet Walnut and Poplar, TERRE HAUTE, IND. First Class Boarding by the week, Day or Meal. Best wagon yard In the city.

HOGS.

HENRY

BROWN,

mxasmrpfcrn, TERRE HAUTE, IND.

Bun hogs every day In tbe year,

"cash up

and no grurablit/g." Ofllce on south Fourth street, one half square south of tbe market housel one door south of Htnderacn house. All I ask Is to try me. Trade with me onct a ndyou will trade with me again.