Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 31, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 26 January 1878 — Page 2

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Maud Mullsr worked at raking bay, And made her forty cents a day.

And Mrs. Carew, with a little pebtish movement, pushed back her untouched

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

1ERRE HAUTE, JAN. 26,1878.

MAUD MULLER.

Her clothes were coarse, but ber health was line. And so she worked In the sweet sunshine.

Singing as glad a«i a bird in May V2U Barbary Allen" the livelong day. 8he often glanced at the far-off town, And wondered if eggs were up or down.

And the sweet song died of a stra gedisea e, Leaving a pttantom-taste of eheese,

And an appetite and a nameless ache For soda water and a ginger cake.

The Judge rod* slowly into viewStopped his horse in the shadeand threw

His flnecut out,, while the blnshing Maud Marvelled much at the kind he "ciawed."

"He was 'dry as a fish,'" he sa with a wink, "And kind o' thought that a good square drink

'Would brace him up."' 8o the cup was fill "With the crystal wine that the old spring spilled

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"Thanks," sail the Judge, In accents bland

"A thousand thanks! for a sweeter dranght From a fairer hand"—tut then he laughed.

And the sweet girl stood in the sun that day, And raked the Judge instead of tbe hay.

WITHIN A YEAR.

A STORY IN THREE CHAPTERS.

CHAPTER I. HEEL AND TOE."

Ten o'clock of a fine June morning. A close-clipped, English-looking lawn, dotted here and tlx,re with daisy beads, glimpses of the Hudson now caught, now lost, through the waving branches of trees old as the river itself. Long French windows, with muslin draperies, opening on to a brown stone coppice. Within, a pretty domestic scene, worthy of the itiodel French school. A breakfast table daintily set out with rarest porcelain, fragile glass, and shining silver. A lady, still on the better side of thirty-five, in a muslin peignor and lace cap, with a fine handsome face, somewhat marred at this moment by a fretful drawing together of the usually calm brows, is reading a letter which she holds in a long-fingerod, thin white hand. Opposite to her a small boy of five years, with the loveliest eyes of seraphic blue and a shower of golden curls, is quietly and systematically abstracting the fruit from its basket while a Blue Skye pnd diminutive pug utter shrill yelps and yaps for a small portion of the morning dainties. A more prolonged cry from the latter, owing its origin to the boy's tormenting way of holding a bit of meat just beyond reach, brings forth an impatient exclamation from Mrs. Carew. 'Reg! what are you doing? It is impossible to have one moment's peace, with you and the dogs about. RufHer! Spider! come here to me!'

Reg folds his guilty little hands, and looks at her sorrowfully. 'Iwasdess a tinking as how I lotted you!' he replies, reproachfully. 'Oh, you arrant little bumbugl' cries a new voice. 'That's an awful cram. With your pinny full of fruit, too. Do you know what becomes of some little DO.YB, Reg?' 'Ess,' said Reg, in no way disconcerted 'dey goes up tbe yiver, and dets their hair cut, and has tousers'—this last with a deep sigh.* 'I wis I bad tousers.' 'Good morning, Julian. What brings yon so early? A dearth of patients, or a now subscription list for me to bead?' 'Neither, Mrs. Carew,' answers the young man who has come in unannounced. 'I was passing, I stopped,thinking perhaps you might nave more definite news from Aunt Marie.' •In fact here is a letter from her nnopened it oame by this morning's mail.' 'And yon have not already devoured it? Oh, Mrs. Carow!' 'It is dreadful, is it not, Julian? But unfortunately this lay uppermost, and though I knew the writing,I must needs read it first. It has spoiled my breakfast.'

Reg, taking this as a sign that

ireakfast was over, ducked \iis little head down into his plate, folded his hands, and, surreptitiously kicking the dogs meantime, repeated in a low dutelike voice: 'For vat we haf received, de Lord make us tuly tankfun. Mamma, may I go now?'

Reg pone, followed by the dogs, Mrs. Carew gained somewhat of her lost equanimity. 'Will you hav« some berries, Julian, and a cup of coflftje?' 'Thanks, don't trouble I will help myself. Might one inquire why you leave your breakfast untouched? Are you in love, Mrs. Carew?' •You saucy boy! If with anything, It's your haudsome face, I fear. No, I am put out because I have a letter from Katharine Carew.1 'And who is Katharine Carew?' asks Julian, crunching a strawberry between bis strong white teeth. 'My troublesome niece,' answers Mrs. Carew, solemnly 'and what is still worse, she is coming here for a month. Only 11* ten to what she siys,' And Mrs, Carew reads murmuringly to herself, with little oh*a and ak's, interspersed with 'This would not interest you,Julian. Whore Is that eentenoe? Really the girl does write too abominably. Ob, here it is: 'Bo, my dear Tautinette, I am coming at once, «uu errewwmi, to make you a visit of a month. But let me beg of you, if you have any pet or particular favorite in the way of a man, send him off at once, for 1 warn you I am more dangerous than ever. Your affectionate niece, K. Carew.' Now I ask you, Julian, is she not alaruiina?' •In what way?* •Oh, in every way. In tbe first place, ahe is clover, and that is a bore and, above all, every man she meets is sure to foil in love with her then, when ahe has drawn them to the very verge of despair, she comas to me to*help her,and is *®o sorry, but how could ahe know?' I am glad, Julian, that yoti are already engaged, for I am sure Maria Amant would never like von to fell In love with Flv.' 'I am not entirely bound to Aunt Marie's fawiwa," said the young man, flushing slightly. •But wnat did you call her? 1 thought her name was Katharine' •8o it la if ally, only no one ever calls her so everyone has his own name for her. Keg calls ber Bobbins aud I nam­

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A week later Julian Vane rode up the avenue of maple trees to Crow's Nest. Reg met him near the door, aud begged so earnestly for a ride on Flirt, Vane had not the heart to rdfuse he flung him up into his saddle, his short white skirts and bare legs fluttering through the air, and, warning the groom to be careful, saw the three march off triumphantly, Reg sitting very straight, his short legs only reaching half way over the saddle, but dignity itself written on every feature.

Vane crossed the green lawn and entered one of the open windows of the breakfast room it was empty, but glancing further along, into a little apartmenWknown as the Eastern Room, and especially consecrated to cigars and cigarettes, be caught a glimpse of feminine drapery. As be entered, hat in band, tbe half formed 'Mrs. Carew'on bis lips was checked by the sight of a little brown slipper, carefully Tbalanced on a pink silk toe. A little girl in a pink and white frock, with ruffled brown hair, was evidently the owner of stocking and slipper but she was so deeply interested in ber book, she apparently neither saw nor beard Dr. Julian Vane. He gazed, fascinated, at tbe slipper gently swaying backward and forward, for a moment or more then said, in a halt apologetic ton$: '1 beg pardon, my dear can yon tell me where I can find Mrs. Carew?'

Tbe slipper stopped swaying, tottered, fell down on the floor the little girl rose in some confusion. 'You want my aunt Lena?' she said, vainly striving to recover the slipper by a sideward movement of the pink silk toe. 'She is in tbe rose garden with Miss Amant.' Then,with a little wicked, mutinous look, 'Are you Dr. Vane?'

Julian bowea, still watching her unsuccessful manoeuvres to get possession of her truant property. 'Then I am to tell you that Aunt Lena and Mis^ Amant want you immediately —immediately and I am to say nothing more.' Whereupon she drew Dack the pink silk toe, and gazed wistfully at the slipper. •Allow me,' said Julian, gravely going down on one knee, picking up tbe slip per, and putting it on the little foot. 'Miss Carew he added, still holding the small foot a prisoner 'pardon my rudeness—I thought you were a real little girl when I first spoke and If you love yourself, don't go walking about In such unchris lan things as these tapping with his finger the Louis Quinze heel of Miss Carew's slipper.

At this moment of moments Mrs. Carew and Miss Amant walked in through the bay window. 'Julian!' cried both ladies in a breath while Miss Amant added, What are you doing?' •Giving Miss Carew a lecture on Health,' said Vane, rising to his full height. We find—Miss Ckrew and I— that we are only renewing an old acquaintanceship,' he went on, reckless of toe truth, his only thought to shield tbe girl, on whom their unlncky Interview would be likely to rebound later. 'Why didn't YOU tell me, Mrs. Carew, that your niece and I were not altogether strangers?' •Julian, yon are talking nonsense,' Mid Miss Amant, superbly. 'Nothing surprising in that, Aunt Marie.'

As a weloome break to them all came Reg's shrill voice: 'I say I 'HI Dr. DaHan said I might!' and then a more piercing shriek brought them one and all to the windows.

Master Reg was lying on the grass, rolling over and over in a fit of passion, while Ruffler and Spider, their tongues hanging out, their tails down fallen, looked on comcniseratingly,. In the* distance was tbe groom leaning Flirt to the stables. •What in the world is the matter, R«g?' cried Mrs. Carew, while Katharine cleared the window sill and coppice with a bound, and had tbe little grieved face close to hem, kissing, petting, soolding by turn*. She rose to carry ber burden off to some more congenial retreat. As she passed Julian she glanced up at him for one half second, and said, beneath her breath, 'Thank you very much for your pretty little fiction.' Then she waa gone. But Vane kept recalling that look all day It came between him and his patient* It looked up at bim from

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ed her Fly,because she is never still,and always hankering alter sweeta.' •Is 8he pretty?* 'No a small brown face, a gowlish figure, and twenty-three' years of life. Come, I am tired of the subject. If you have finished your berries, we will go into tbe garden, and you shall look at my roses, while I read Marie Auiant's letter.'

Mrs Carew watt a widow. She had married, at twenty-seven, a man much older than herself—self made, and rich by successful speculations. He had not lived long enough for bis wife to grow tired of him,and when he died she really mourned bim. He left her sole heir to all his possessions so at thirty-five Mrs. Carew had her life before her, set in framing of wealth and luxury. Reginald was ber only child, and spoiled, of course.

Katharine Carew shall speak for herself. Suffice it for me to say that she was a half orphan, Mr. Carew's only niece, and that ber father had always been as unfortunate as bis brother had been tbe reverse.

Julian Vane, the yonng man who oame in so abruptly, was tbe rising physician of Roseleigb-on-tbe-Hudson —a tall, good looking fellow, who walked into tnest people's affections, and inspired confidence in a wholesale way altogether hfa own. He was one of a large family, without any means of his own, but brought up to oonsider himself the particular favorite and probable heir of his aunt, Miss Marie Amant, an American of French extraction, under whose will and rule he bad passed his younger days, and of whom he stood 'considerably in awe. Marie Amact and Eleanor Carew were old school friends, and still wrote each other weekly letters worthy of Madame Recaniier in point of sentiment and length. Not very long ago Julian Vane had become engaged to a young lady of wealth and position, much to Miss Amant's satisfaction. It was to meet this same Aliene Crowell that Miss Amant bad accepted Mrs. Carew's invitation to spend a*month at crow's Nest and to this same fact was owing Mrs. Carew's displeasure at the advent of her troublesome niece. Had it been in her power, she would have sent Julian Vane away for a six week's holiday but it was past all reason to invite a young man's fiancee to one's house for an idle summer month, and then ask the young man to absent himself because another girl, of whom you were both lond and afraid, chose to accept a general invitation at a particular time. 'I shall never be so rash again,' sighed Mrs. Carew, after Julian had ridden off on his brown mare Flirt. 'Next time I will fix tbe date. Upon my word, 1 sometimes think that Fly has a familiar who tells her just where she can make the most mischief. I have warned Julian, however and I shall tell Miss Fly to keep her fascinations to herself where he is concerned. Only to think of Marie Amant's displeasure, should any thing come between Miss Crowell and Julian, makes me creep.'

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his book it smiled at bim from his letter to Miss Croweil, until he threw down his pen in despair.

Truly Miss Carew was waxing dangerous.

CHAPTER IL DUCK ON THK KCCK."

•Now, once for all, Katharine, I will not have it! You are to leave Julian Vane alone. It c-itainly is very provoking that Miss Crowell should choose to defer ber visit ior two weeks. I wish the girl would come and look after ber own lover.'

Tbe speaker was Mrs. Carew, the morning after Dr. Vane's lecture on French heels.

Katharine shrugged ber pretty shoul ders at Mrs. Carew's admonition. •I don't want Julian Vane,' she answered. 'Aliene Crowell is more than welcome to him. Bat now Aunt Lena, I ask you was it my fault that he went on his knees to me tbe first time be saw me? I told him you and Miss Amant wanted him immediately.

Mrs. Carew smiled ana bighed. 'What it is, Fly, that all the men see in you. can't find out. You are not HO pretty 'No,' answered Fly plaintively.

If our face is brown, decirt* «ly.' 'Yes still more plaintively. 'And yet you never come near any thing in the shape ol a man that he does not give way at once.'

I fell the bearded men at a brea' h. And the youths that g:ow between, sighed Miss Carew, sorrowfully. 'What did you say, Fly?' •Only two lines from Longfellow, Aunt Lena, answered Miss Carew, demurely 'Have you anything more to say to me Tantinette?' •No only remember I will not have you flirt with Julian Vane. He is too good for you to interfere with.' •Ah, bah!' cried the girl, and rushing from tbe room, came iu contact with Dr, Vane. 'Miss Carew!'he exclaimed. •I'm in disgrace,' she cried 'sent to Coventry, you must not speak to me— and it's all your fault. Another time, Dr. Vane, allow my French heels to take care of themselves.'

Julian was conscious of a whirlwind of white muslin, gray eyes, and brown hair, and then was left lamenting.

Not very long after, as he crossed tbe large ball that ran the entire length of tbe bouse,he was attracted by the sound of voices iu the Eastern Room. Pushing the door cautiously open, he discovered Miss Carew on the floor near tbe win dow, Reg by bar side, his yellow head in dire confusion. Miss Carew was evidently putting the dogs through their morning exercise, for Spider, the pug, lay on the floor, his tail curled in happy satisfaction at bis task done, while his stubby black nose sniffed daintily at bit of seed cake held out by Reg. Not so happy was Ruffler his work was yet to come.

Attention!' cried Miss Carew,in comic imitation of Boucicault as Conn. lvuffler raised his little fat body in mid air, balancing himself unsteadily on his back legs.cocked one ear jocosely, and waved his yellow paws languidly. 'Good doggie!' cried Miss Carew. Give bim some cake, Reg.' •Dood doggie!'echoed Reg, cooingly, holding out the cake temptingly.

You'may come in, Dr. Vane,' laughed Miss Carew. 'I have finished my drill, and regained my temper.'

Did Mrs. Carew scold you?' asked Vane, wonderingly. She nodded ber bead for an answer, looking up at bim from ber seat on the floor,and the sunlight,catching her hair, brought out sudden golden lights hidden before. Vane felt a sudden thrill pass through bim. •What about?' 'Ob, my ill conduct, my extravagance in having silk stockings and French heels, when I own less than nothing a year,' Then with a sudden brilliant smile, 'Dr. Vane, let us play 'duck on tbe rock.'' •And what is 'duck on the rock?'' 'You don't know? Why how your education has been neglected! Why, duck on the rock' is Reg's and my favorite pastime. It is far ahead of polo,

lawn tents, or Aunt Sally it's expensive, and does not require mnch brain power. Come and be initiated at once. She sprang to her feet, caught up Spider by his tail, and vanish' ed through the window, followed by Vane, Reg and Ruffler. Miss Carew led the way to a shady spot on the lawn, whence tbe silver Hudson was visible lying asleep in the summer sun. 'The first thing to do,' she said, earnestly, 'is to find a rock and a duck, also some smaller stones—not very easy things to find here, where Norton regards all sticks, stocks and rocks' as his especial enemies. Ah! what do I see?—the very thing!' and running round a large spreading oak, Miss Carew appeared, triumphantly drawing Reg's garden cart full of stones. 'You willlet Bobbins have these, won't you Reg?' she said, pGrsoftsivdiy* •Ess,' said Reg, regretfully, I

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•Now, Dr. Vane, put this largest stone on the grass—so that is our rock now this smaller pointed one on top of it that is our duck. You see, we are each to take a stone, stand off as far as ycu like, and aim at the duck. If you succeed in knocking it off, you must*run and get your stone and be back at tbe borne before the duck is placed in position, or else you miss another shot until I have failed. Of course the further away you send tbe duck, the better obancevon have of getting home in time. We will make Reg duck and rock keeper he is so slow he will give us a little more leeway and we will make the game twenty-five points.' •And the price, Miss Carew?' asked Vane.

Ob, make it what yoq choo?e but I shall win it, and as you are a beginner, we will say place aux homm.es.'

Julian hurled his stone violently at tbe target it sped on its way, but left tbe duck sitting uninjured on its rock.

With a "little low laugh, Miss Carew took ber position, gave a quick glance over the distance to be passed, bent down, and with a sudden movement sent her missive on its way the next moment there was heard a sharp srack, the duck was spinning some rods offend Miss Carew was flying over tbe grass, rescuing her stene, ana back again before poor Reg bad mounted tbe duck on its throne. Amid much laughter and furious barking of tbe dogs, tbe game continued, and at tbe end of fifteen minutes Vane bad become the ardent admirer of 'duck ou the rock' and his fair instructor. During one of their pauses for breath be said: 'Bob Lawrence Is coming to stay with me, and I want you to promise to be good to him, Miss Carew. Bob is an awfully good follow, rich to no end through his uncle's will, but down on all women. He will bring B*nj» and Kentacky with him so we might have some jolly rides, if you like.'

Miss Carew was holding ber stone in her band, ready for another shot. As be mentions his friend's name, a suddefe shiver shook ber from head to foot, acd it was well another voice than here broke the silence, or Vane must have noticed ber confusion. 'Might one inquire the nature of this

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amusement?' It was Miss Amant who stbod before them, her drapery of finest muslin and billowy lace trailing behind her over the grass her golden Jiair, in which the silver waa already mingling, parted over her broad, well shaped bead and brow in even waves, was gathered ina heavy knot on her neck. All the merrimentdied out ol tbe group as she spoke. 'Miss Carew bfas been kindly teaching me 'duck on the rock,'' said Julian, answering the questioning look in Miss Amant's eyes. 'Indeed!* in ber slow, measured way. 'Do you find it amudirig, Miss Carew?' 'Very,' answered the girl, shortly. Then, with a wi:ked glimmer in her eyes, 'It's chief charm lies in its being a classical game. You know it is traced back to the Greeks,' she went on, innocently. 'Helen introduced It into Troy after she was taken captive, and she and Paris used to indulge in it centuries ago. Dr. Schliemann, in bis late discoveries, found one of the identical stones,bearing Helen's name and the score of the game. It makes one feel so learned,Miss Amant, to have even one's arnuseuoeuts date back for ages.' •Yes, it must,' said Miss Amant, simply, unable to make up her mind as to Miss Carew's veracity. 'Luncheon is ready, however. Shall we go in? Julian, are you coming?' 'No^' be answered, his face crimson from suppressed laughter 'I am to bring Bob Lawrence over this evening.'

As the two ladies moved away, Miss Amant a little ahead, he seized Miss Carew's hand. "You are a perfect— duck,' he said, rapidly, and pressed the little brown band to bis lips. Then Reg, the dogs, and the two women disappeared within the door.

Some hours later, as Miss Carew came leisurely down stairs, she was met by Julian. 'How long y.ni have been l' he said, crossly and— Why you look pale! Are you ill 'No,' she answered 'it's the aftereffects of 'duck on the rock." 'Come,' he said, impatiently, 'I want Bob to see you.'

In another moment Miss Carow was in the softly lighted drawing room, and Julian Vane was mumbling out an introduction to some oue. She raised her eyes. What she saw was a slight, well made man, with the bead and face of the young Antinous oi the Vatican come to lile, only with au intensified languor and melancholia in every feature. If the sight was not a new one to her, she made no sign not even a ripple of color passed over her face.

What he saw was a slender girlish figure clad in some soft thin black gauze, through which her shoulders and arms gleamed dangerously, a great bunch of Jacque roses at her waist, a mutinous "primrose" face, soft brown hair, and two wistful gray eyes. If to him the vision was novelty, so, too, he made no sign, and not a ghost of a recognition echoed in his voice as be remarked of his happiness in knowing Miss Carew.

The evening passed rather tamely. Miss Amaut bad not lorgiven Miss Carew's classical ipapudence. Mrs. Carew was sleepy, while Katharine seemed to have suddenly succumbed to a fit of depn sfeion, and sat idly in the window, with the moon shining upon her, picking ber roses to bits.

At an early hour Vane and Lawrenoe lelt. As Katharine stood at berdreseing table that night she took from ber neck a slight gold chain, to which was fastened a tiny folded square of silk paper. She touched it lovingly with her fingers and finally put it to ber lips.

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s* CHAPTER III. "OLD THINGS ARE BEST." Julian Vane was in love with Katharine Carew. It was not that calm, even affection that made him find Miss Crowell a pleasant object to his eyes, and Miss Crowell's money a pleasant adjunct to the woman be proposed to make hia wife but a wild, passionate rush of emotion that swept all lesser feelings aside, and made him miserable when away from her, more miserable still when with her: for even to his eyes Katharine seemed blind to what to those about ber was evident enough.

She had from the first treated Vane as a good comrade and now when every word he spoke, every look he gave, bad an undertone of love, she alone seemed unconscious of it, and kept up her little trioks of voice and manner to a maddening degree.

Miss Amant saw it, smiled her slow, superb smile, and—waited. Mrs. Carew Baw it, fretted herself half ill over it, but did not dare to find fault again with Katharine. Bob Lawrence saw it, and bis pale face grew paler while Banjo could have told of many a long mile of hard riding in those soft summer days. And still Miss Crowell's visit was put off indefinitely.

Much to Julian's disappointment, Miss Carew- and Lawrence failed to be tbe friends be predicted their manner to each other was marked by a distant politeness, and Katharine always lost somewhat of her brilliancy when under bis influence.

The summer days sped on days full of perfect beauty came and passed, and saw tbe little comedy working itself out, tbe finale unknown even to the actors. They were idle summer days, filled with ihe pleasures that come so easily to tbe more fortunate ones 6f this world. They rode the country jover. Miss Amant was a fine horse-woman and as Katharine said of herself, she Knew nothing of the science of riding, but she had yet to find tbe five barred gate that could stop her, or the horse that would refuse her mount.

The first day, as tbey gathered on the piazza to see them eff, tbe horses sleek and shining in tbe snn, Katharine came down a little late she ran out from tbe dim hall into the sunshine, buttoning a Jacque rose into her habit, just as tbe groom led np Kentucky. With a sudden sharp cry she drew back within the door. Both Julian and Lawrence sprang to ber. •Are you hurt, Miss Carew

She smiled faintly. 'I pricked myself with this rose.' Then, almost passionately, You do not mean me to ride that horse. Dr. Vane?' •Bob and I thought she would suit you wouderfully, Miss Carew but you shai! not ride ber unless you like. Flirt ts at your service, and I can take Happy Thought.' 'Thank you,' she said 'I much prefer Flirt.'

Lawrence turned away biting his lips. 'Take Keotuck to tbe stables,' he said to tbe groom, 'and never bring her up again.'

Iu all these excursions it was Vane and Katharine that kept together, and Lawrence and Miss Amant. Katharine has since said that never in ber life did she /eel so desperate, never did she so put forth the whole batteryof ber fascinations to please any one, as she did then for Julian Vane: and yet she did not want bis lore, and ber very existence waa-a misery and torture to ber. She Wits made of brave stuff, bowever, and if she suffered, It was within ber own fear walis* aad no one was any tbe wsser.

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•Julian,' said Miss Amant, very softly one afternoon, meeting bim in the hall, 'I want to speak to you.' •But I have promised Miaa^Carew,' began Vane. •Never mind your promise, Julian. Miss Carew has forgotten it, for I «aw her but five minutes since wslk off with Bob.' •With Lawrence?' said Vane, 'Yes tboHgh I don't think she caied to go, lor they stood arguing together gome time first. Now, Juliau,' continued Miss Amaut, aftei they were seated in tbe library, the door closed, and only a murmur of outside life coming in through the windows, *what is to be the end of all this?' •Of what, Aunt Marie?' 'Don't beat about the' bush,' she said, impatiently. 'You know what I mean. What is to be tbe end of all this nonsense between you and Miss Carew

The voung man was quiet for a moment, then, flushing, said eagerly, 'It can mean but one thing to me, Aunt Marie, and that is to ask Katherine to marry me. I am honorable at least.' 'Ob, you are? I am pleased to know that. Then it is no dishonor to lall in love with one girl whileyou are engaged to another? It is uo dishonor to break one girl's heart for tbe sake of another, who cares nothing for you except as one more trophy to add to ber list I am glad to learn your definition of honor, Julian.'

Vane started up. 'You shall not speak to me in this way, Aunt Marie. I am a man, and can manage my own affairs. If we love each other, what does anything matter?' •Yes, if you do. My silly boy, do you think Miss Carew would marry you? Try her only remember this—-you must provide your own home no penny of mine shall ever go to a willful flirt.'

Miss Amant left him as she spoke, and Vane sat on brooding over her last words. As the shadows lengthened, he became aware of voices outside beneath the window—Lawrence's and Miss Ca rew's. Said the former: 'Then you do love Julian Vane?' To this question tbe answer was inaudible, the voices growiHg fainter. Then again it was Lawrence that said, 'Then let me beg you to end this farce at once. I, for ono, am tired of it.'

Julian sprang to his feet to avoid further eavesdropping on the threshold he met Bob. 'Is Miss Carew with you he asked shortly. 'No,' answered the other, no less sharply 'she has gone to her room.'

'It will rain this evening,' said Katharine, as she stood, after dinner, in the open door. 'Do you see the clouds gathering over Lookout Mountain? That means thunder aud lightning.'

She ran down the steps as she spoke, her pale gray draperies trailing after her. 'Where are you going?' cried Vane. •To pick a posey for my belt. Will you come?'

Only too willingly be followed her. Their walk was a prolonged one for when they returned the little new moon was trying its best to shine through the heavy clouds fast settling into denser

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'Don't go in, Katharine.' pleaded Vane 'I want to talk to you.' For answer she seated herself, facing the moon, in a low swinging chair. Julian drew another to her side. For a moment there was silence all nature seemed held in an intense, fearful hush, full of the coming storm. Katharine lay back in ber chair, a rapt, quiet look holding her face as in a charm. •Listen to me,' said Vane, in a whisper, bending over her, and taking one of her small hands in his. 'Katharine, I love you.'

A tinge of sadness crept over her face an(4 into her eyes. 'You have no right to say this, Dr. Vane." •No right!' he cried passionately. 'No, I know I have no right. I know I cannot offer you anything worth tbe taking. My destiny is marked out for me but, oh for God's sake let me have a liltle happiness before I sell myself body and soul! Katharine, tell me you love me!' 'To what end, Dr. Vane? Would it do you think, do either of us any good to indulge in a moment's folly? You say ou are bound, that I am free. Is it. likely I will give my love to another girl's lover?'

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'I will give her up I will—' 'Oh, bush!' she cried, in a piteous, sobbing voice. 'Have I fallen so low as to listen to love from one who ought to have no love to give Dr* Vane, come with me,' she went on, in a low, quick tone, 'and I will show you why 1 will not llsttn to your love.'

She rose from her seat and walked, followed by Julian, into the brilliantly lighted drawing-room. As she entered, Lawrence rose to meet her,

Standing by his side, she looked at them all for a moment with a half shy, half triumphant air then, with a low, sweeping courtesy toward Miss Amant, she said •Dr. Vane, this is my answer, Bob Lawrence and I have been married a year 1' •Katharine!' cried Mrs. Carew, aghast. •Yes, Aunt Lena. Don't get dramatic and I will tell you all about it. A year and more ago, while you were abroad, Bob came down to,our poky little hole of a village for Bome fishing. He fell in with father, and—well you know what father ts. Within the next two hours Bob was installed in our box as one of tbe family. Of course we were always together. Bob bad his horses with him, ana we rode the country over. That's wby I just could not get on Kentucky the other day. She was mine in those days, you seo. Well, when tbe parting came, we found It harder than we supposed. Bob, in a moment of madness, declared 1 should marry him. I was equally crazy, for I could not say no and it was only when all was over that we remembered that Bob was still un der age, and bis family might object to his marrying a girl two years bis senior, and, worse stiil. poorer than poverty. But in spite of all that, we managed to have two very happy weeks, when one unlucky day we quarreled. Bob lost bis temper I lost mine and it ended in our saying we were mistaken in thinking we loved each other, and agreeing to separate, for a time at least. In two months I wss more than repentant but Bob's uncle bad died in that time, and left hi in rich. 3 w** too proad to go to bim titer other people tui*bt call my feeling uMoelhing l*»* kind than love. I caoifi here with tt»e v»-ry be*t intentions, Aunt- Lena but then I never counted on meeting Bob here, and bis seeming so indifferent and contented. If I have done any mischief, Aunt Lena' (rather wickedly), 'I am very »orry. btU how could I knowf Bob, have you liked this year any better than I have?'

For answer he tamed the dear 'primrose face,' full of love,

upward,aad

bend­

ing. kissed ber sweet lips. 'Here is my ring. Bob put it on,' she whispered, and drew from its biding placcthe folded silken papa*.

And so, after all, there were two weddings at Crow'sNest in tbe golden autumn weather for Mrs. Carew ooald not get over tbe lack of ceremony, trousseau, and fun that accompanied Katb-

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rine's primitive nuptials so she wss introduced with gre.at state au tbe biide Mrs. Robert Lawren on the same day that Julian made Aliene Crowell his wife.

And I am happy to state that Mn«.Lawrence and Mrs. Vane are the dearest of friends, Julian and Bob inseparable, while Reg has three homes, in which at present he rules supreme.

COLD feet in Wiuter can be prevented by washing them in alcohol and salt and then rubbing dry with a rough towel. Wear, also, woolen or mennp st and thick boots.

BABIK8 are too highly prized to permit them to suffer with Colic, Flatulence, etc., when Dr. Bull's Baby Syrup will at, once relieve them. Price 23 cts a bottle.

THE

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EACH SATURDAY AFTERNOON,

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-Dealer In-

MOULDINGS,

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Pictures of every description framed in the mo» approved manner, and at the low tst rate*.

Frames of heavy polished walnut and glit any size lrom 6x10 to 24x30 at prices ranging from 60 cents to $1.00.

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FULTON OYSTER

MARKET HOUSE,

—619 MAIN STHEET.-

TTTHERR the best brand of OYBTERS are told by the case, can. gallon or barrel— wholesale and retail. Will not be undcriold the season throngh.

M. C. RAFFERTY dc CO.

-T1ARMERS' GRIST MILL.

Lower End of Thtrl Street. #?. •*. JOSEPH ABBOTT, Proprietor.

rrHlS new mill is now Iu full blast, maklng a No. I article of

FLOUR AND MEAL!

It is'being run exclusively on castors work, and the fu lest satisfaction is guaranteed. A farmer brirglngbis own wheat to the mill can rely on getting flour from bisown grain, and by thns doing ake a great

Having

over

selling tbe wheat at one place and ouylng flour at another.

OS. H. BRIGGS,

PRODUCE AND COMMISSION MERCHANT, and Dealer In

HIDES, PELTS, RAGS, BUTTER, EGGS, AC., Corner of Fourth and

rherrvstreets,

TERRE HAUTE, 1N'»

50 LOTS FOR SABE!

A Good, Opportunity for^a Desirable Home..

60 lots for sale in BaintdoflPs subdivision (of tbe old Pblegan garden) on Fourteenth street and Liberty Avenue desir ably located, will be sold on reasonable terms. These lots are convenient to tbe railroad shops, city schools, and in a desirable part of tbe city. For further information call on

JAS. H. TURNER,

Seal Estate Agent,

Office ove- Prairie City Bank, Sixth St.

^TTACHMENT NOTICE.

William O'Colllng* vs. Francis M. Cor, befort Bloford Steele, Justice of the Peace Of Linton township, Vigo countv, Indiana.

Haid defendant is hereby roil fled that on tbe2Jd day of December, 1877, ord« of attachment for tbe sum of one hundred and forty dollars was Issued by me, tbe above named Jtutlceot t^e Peace, against hte goodt In the above entitled action, and that said cause will be beard on tbe 29th °JJr&W"^'BL&FOBiJ^STEEL#JPr*^iJliUrv/tty ild