Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 43, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 April 1878 — Page 2

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TKRRE HAUTE, APRIL 20,1878

Died For His Sake.

OR, HOW THE GOSPEL CAME TO

JIAI0AK8,

One Christmas eve a strange tragedy wan enacted (n the far northwest. Away up in Montana a mining camp was established, in days when women were as scarce in that country as they were in the early days of the settlement of California there was, in fact, bat one woman in camp. She was young, of fine appearanoe, great physical strength and endur ance, and indomitable nerve. Twoyears before she bad left an unhappy home in Wisconsin to become the wile of a reckless dare-devil named Jim Oaks, with whom she had shared the vicissitudes of a long, slow Journey across the interven ing plains. This man just missed being a ruffian through his wife's influence. She loved him with a noble devotion, and, although he was incapableofa like attachment, he loved her, too, after a fashion of his own. She was made much of by the camp it would have been a sorry day for the miner whe should have shown any disrespect to Minerva Oaks.

The day before Christmas dawned lowering. Toward the middle of the afternoon huge, lumbering clouds began to loom in the northwest. A mournful wind soughed through the gulches. The miners, bousing their picks, shovels and pans, took their axes into the neighboring bottoms and set at wood cutting with a vengeance. All signs portended one of tnose fierce, cold fierce storms that occasionally descend upon the border, arresting torrents in chains of ice and freezing even the shaggy coated buffaloes.

The wagons, heaped with freshly chop

northeast, grew stronger and brought Bnow. Higher and higher it rose as the darkness came on faster and faster fell the snow. As the cold increased the snow was condensed into fine particles that bit like needles into the oneeks of belated miners struggling toward their cabins. Still swelling in- volume the roar of the tempest appeared to affect the earth as well as the sky the plains and distant mountains were shaken, and the ground under the camp trembled like the floors of a dwelling in a city when heavy trucks roll by along the pavement the beavens swirled gigantically overhead at length the tempest became a hurricane. The violence of pulverized snow in the atmosphere was now so dense and piercing, and the gusts were so violent, that it was impossible to see even alighted window at a few yards' distance.

It was considerably past Jim Oaks' supper time. But as Oaks was the only man in the camp who didn't have to cook his own meals he had lapsed into a habit of coming in late to supper, for which fault his wife, who was not of a complaining or haggling disposftion, never reproached bim.

Seven o'clock. Mrs. Oaks fed the fire from the ample supply of wood whioh one of the wagons had dropped at her door, then stepped to the pane of glass whioh formed the only window in the diggings, and essayed to look out into the night. The glass was caked inside with frost and covered on the outside by a snowdrift. Sighing, the young wile returned to her seat by the fire. She snuffed the candle with a pair of snuffers whioh Jim Oaks had ingeniously carved out of an antelope's horn for her last birthday present, and then putting her hand into the bosom of her dress she drew out—what?

A well worn copy of the New Testa ment. There was something covert in the manner in which she brought this volumo into the light, and, thinking she beard a noise at the door, she thrust it back again. Jim Oaks had somewhere and somehow acquired so rank a detestation of the Holy Scriptures that he. could not bear to hear tbem quoted from or even mentioned. The sight of a Bible affected him exactly a« the devil was described by Pat O'Grady's grandfather to have been affected by holy water.

Finding that the noise was nothing but the crunch of a settling drift, she opened her little book ana began to read: 'For If ye forgive men their trespasses yeur Heavenly father will also forgive you. 'But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses. 'Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 'Then said Jesus unto bis disciples if any man will come after me, let him bumble himself, and take np bis cross and follow me. 'I am the resurrection and the life ke that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and whosoever llveth and believeth in me shall never die.'

These passages, on which Minerva Oaks was accustomed to dwell, were all marked in her New Testament and underscored with a pencil. High spirited and able to handle a rifle and revolver on occasion, she was a slnoore Christian in most respects and quiet In her ways.

She sat with the Testament spread open on her lap and the Christmas eve supper growing browner in front of the fire, until nearly eight o'clock. Then, as a mighty throe of the storm threatened to wrench the oabin from its foundations, she started up with a cry: 'Jim! Why, Jim was to be off at Wild Swan Gulch this afternoon. He was going to get us some feathers for Christ* mas. Oh, God! It is eight o'clock. And the storm! How ever oan he find his way home?*

Springing to the door she lilted the hkutorylatch and drew It towards her. The mam of snow which had been piled against it fell in and streamed across the floor. The blast, driving in more •now, extinguished the candle. 'Hah!'

In few moments she had msitaged to sweep away a p*rt of the drift and clow the door. Then she relit the candle/ Next she threw off her dress and

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to an old horse-hide cover­

ed trunk In a corner she palled out of It her husband's spare suit—the clothes in which be won the three thousand at too which let him marry and start with his bride across the Mississippi. She dressed herself in tbem, and pat on the long rubber boots Jim wow when 1M worked in the sluices then his old cap, tied ctoee to her bead with a comforter then her own thiek shawl and mittens, Lighting her lantern and takingashovel

•be opened the door

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tbe drift until it yielded for enough to let her latch the door behind her. Tbe nlgbt waa aw tel. She could see nothing through the skurry. She hard­

ly dared to turn her face to the yelling blast. She thought of asking some one to accompany her, but the camp lay some distance out of her line. Moreover she knew the country in almost every direc tion.

She could feel her way anywhere if neoeesary besides she had ber lantern —that would enable her to distinguish objects within a small circle. Turning resolutely in the direction of Wild Swan Gulch she set out to find her husband and guide him home. As she emers from the canon and gained the level of the surrounding1roken plain, a strange pause came. It seemed as though tod winds had suddenly forsaken the neigh borhood and gone roaring away into the mountains. She took advantage of this sinister calm to hurry onwara at a run. Out of breath, at last she stumbled and fell.

The lantern went out. She bad no matches! Staggering to her feet, she heard the moan of the returning storm. She shout ed:

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•Jim!' Again, with all the might of her voice, she lifted the plainsman's call: 'Yip, yip, yip—yo-hoo! Jim!'

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No answer. Then the tempest rushed round her in a baffling, ferocious whirl of sound and wind am* snow.

In the meantime Jim Oaks bad been at one of his old diversions. Having returned from Wild Swan Gulch with a splendid trophy in the sbapo of a black billed swan drake, be was lounging toward home when the storm came on and stopped in at the last saloon as usual to get a drink.

It was always warm and cosy in that liquor mill, and on Christmas eve it was peculiarly inviting. The boys were assembling for a night at poker, and Jim sat down and took a hand. •It's kind o' rough on Minery,' he thought once, about midnight, 'leavin' her alone up thar such a night as this. Never mind she'll worry it through, I reckon.'

Bat when the man entered his cabin next morning and started toward the bed with a peace offering (his winnings) extended in his hand, be was completely stunned by what he saw. The untouched bed, the fireless hearth, tbe cold untasted supper, his wife's clothes strewn on the floor, tbe open trunk, tbe absent cap and lantern—those flashed the truth into his brain. 'She's gone to hunt for me! She's been gone along while. All night, p'raps—in the storm! O, Minery!'

Out he sprang through the doorway. The storm was over. Tbe air was clear, still and bitterly cold. The sun was rising. He cast one strenuous look around the narrow horizon, then plunged through the heavy drifts toward the camp. inery!' he shouted. 'Have any of you soen Minery?'

Immediately the camp roused itself from its aromatic slumbers. When it was found that Mrs. Oaks was really missing the miners volunteerod as one man to go to her rescue.

A slea was prepared—some firewood, provisions, blankets and a keg of whisky were roped fast to it, and, with Jim chafing by this time and far in front on the way toward Wild Swan Gulch, the company started. Parties were assigned to search tbe whole prairie, east, west, and north the largest group followed Oaks' trail.

It was hard work floundering across the gullies and washouts, which were packed to the edge with Bnow. Often the men shuddered to tbink of what might be hidden under those heavy white masses.

Tbe first 'sign' was discovered by Jim Oaks' partner, one 'spick' Jones, who kept to the left and signalled from a clump of timber. The bark was partially torn off about four feet from the ground, on the side of a tree, not by the teeth or claws of a wild beast, as was plainly to be seen, but by the hands of a luman being.

Almost every miner was familiar with the trick. It was a trick to keep from freezing, at the sacrifice of nails and finger tips. It was a desperate method of exercise to arrest lethargy. One vetcamp remembered to have climbed up and aown a tree all night ene winter, when he was overtaken without matches by a Montana blizzard.

Jim Oaks set his teeth hard together, when he saw the frozen blood spots on the tree. •Stay with me, boys/ he said, hoarsely

•help me find my wife.' The men struggled on. Some two hours later a figure on a distant bluff was seen waving a hat. All sought the place where tbe wind had blown so fiercely daring tbe preceding night that it bad prevented the snow from lodging on the windward ridges. Mrs. Oaks lay on her back there, half covered with snow, frozen to sleep. Her left hand was thrust inside tbe vest she wore her right was extended above her head and covered with blood from her poor torn fingers.

Everybody made way for Jim., He catne up and knelt!down reverently beside ber, and kissea her rigid lips. •Minery,' he said, gently. He reached trying to feel her heart. •Minery!'

He looked around on the faces of his fellow miners with such an expression on his drawn and haggard visage that they turned away.

He touched the cold hand in her bosom. It covered something which she had clutched for when she fell. He drew it forth it was her Testament. Opening it mechanically at the fly leaf, he saw the words, written, perhaps, long before: •This book has been my comfort.' 'Read It Jim.'

And below •I am the resurrection and tbe life, saitb the Lord. He that believeth in me, though be were dead, yet shall he live and he that livetb and oeiieveth in me, shall never die.' •Boys,' said Jim, half raising to his feet and holding oat the open book with both hit trembling hands, 'she's left me a Christmas present. See!'

PLENT1TUDE OF FEMALE MODELS.

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Hartford Times.

Several days since the "life" class of tbe Washington art school advertised for models, male and female. There were but three males who offered vbeir services, and twenty-one females. The artists are tnsch surprised at their soooesi in securing female modela.it being the first attempt of the kind in this city—at least publicly—and they do not know how to explain it. The female models being so plentiful, and track fine* looking specimens, the class has a large supply from which to make tbeir selections, Under the circumstances, of course none of the males got a job. Several of the female models selected are, the artista say, remarkably haud•ome subjects to transfer to canvas.

A nor driving a hone will go half a mite out of his way to ran overji yellow dog or a spcckl«d hen.

TERRK HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL

SPOILING A ,OAME OF EUCHRE.

How Mrs. Hayes Entertained a Euchre Quartette—IVs no Ute, Lucy Won't Have It.

Washington litter to the Sunday Press It is said that early in his reign Rutherford had invited some of tbe boys up for a card party and tbe thing was "set up" in advance. Tbe president and Uncle Riohard Thompeon were to play against Evarts and Sherman. The game was to be euchre although Sherman and Thompson were yearning for a little draw poker. The guests came and were ushered without ceremony into the the presidents's library. Rutherford was there, and so was madame, more entertaining and winsome, if possible, than usual. She was particularly solicitous about the health of each and the family of the same, hoped Uncle Dick Thompson wouldn't work himself to death, and bade Mr. Evarts beware hofr he took fried clams on his stomach at midnight. Mr. Sherman hoped they were not detaining Mrs. Hayes from receiving other friends or from tbe pleasant duties of the domestic circle. Ah, no, indeed This was her hour with ber husband and any of his intiiuate friends who happened to drop in. Thompson looked at Sherman and winked. Sherman remarked, "Ah, yes. beautiful thought, madame beautiful thought." Evarts emitted wordy eulogy on tne beauties of borne life and the president—yawped. Eleven o'clock came, and tbe visitors withdrew with the sweetest of parting benedictions from Mrs. Hayes. The next day Rutherford was obliged to admit to his disappointed friends: "It's no use Lucy won't have it she doesn't say a word, but you see how she works it." There won't be any wickedness at the White House if Mrs. Hayes can help it. There is a great deal or intriguery which she knows nothing about, but that doesn't connt. When she strikes anything off color she "shoots it on the spot."

PROPHECIES FOR THE PHONOGRAPH. Buffalo Express.

We shall have old songs by phonogragh directly, and a hundred years from now there shall be resurrected the merry laughter of to-day, and sighs and tears, and patches of sunlight and day dreams, and tbe tinkling music of sheep bell and the rippling of brooks, and the plugging of waterfalls, and moonlight of a winter's nigbfe, with perhaps the first kiss of the girl who by some unhappy accident you left behind you. Graybeard at that period will but have to look Into some slight machine to see himself a child again, fishing with a bent pin or stealing watermelons aftj. the careless habit of youth and grandmother will look through her spectacles into some manufactured sunlight and see herself In the sunbonnet which belonged to her mother, on her merry way to school or picking blackberries from the hillside which has loomed up in her mind's eye through ail the many years. Perhaps the singing schools and tallow candles and things of tbe old days will be brought back by this more than electricity, and eke the venerable person will occasionally suffer from tbe very spankings which made her youth uncomfortable, and. having put tbe bent pin in the teacher's chair in the old way, feel the old pull at the ear which induced him to think himself a blasted nut—that is to say, a blighted bud. When tbe impalpable voice can be reproduced in this marvollous manner, what is there in light or darkness, in love or other absurdity, in storm or sunshine, in good nature or its opposite, or in anything else which may not smite us in tbe wrinkled countenance at any moment? There shall be dead leaves and ghosts without end, and if the Witch of Endor doesn't return it will be because

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reached an Endor something else not given to her kind. We shall see Lot's wife, perhaps, and if Job isn't made to suffer from tbose old boils again it will be because of some new cure ahead of our inventions. There is no end to the miracle of this phonograph. It will.be discounting tbe future next, possibly with the result that there shall be no end to us.

THEODORE TILTON AND ELIZABETH. New York Dispatch to Washington Post

The reunion of Theodore Tilton and his wite, according to the Sun, is now regarded as an accomplished fact. Mr. Shearman, to-day, without saying he knew it to be so, admitted that he believed it. Others near to Mr. Beeoher said they bad reason to believe that Mrs. Tilton had capitplated to her husband and her mother. Mr. Btecher's friends are divided in opinion. Some regard it as the best thing that could possibly happen. They argue that if Tilton did not know all his oharges were false be would not be so stupid as to beg his wife to return to him. If he takes her again as his wife, tbey say he admits her innocence. On the other hand many of Mr. Beecher's friends regard Mrs. Tilton as a weak, vacillating woman, from whose lips charges and retractions flow with equal readiness. They expect now a revival of the old scandal, with Mrs. Tilton supporting her husband as warmly as in the past she opposed him. Some of those who, from tbe first, opposed all kindness to Mrs. Tilton, and have in feet argued that she was tbe cause of all the trouble and scandal, do not now refrain from saying, "We told you so." Others who bad and manifested recognition, calls ons kinds, are now outspoken in their determination to cut loose forever from tbe entire family. Tbe daughters are at school abroad. Tbey have been cou•tant in thoir endeavors to bring about a reconciliation. The boys are too young to know much about ft. Mrs. Tiltoh has ben very ill. She is but a wreck of ber former self.

A SORROWING COUNTRY. George Ticknor thus describe® tbe way In which Washington's death was received "There never waa a mora striking or spontaneous tribute paid to a man than here in Boston wheu tbe news came of Washington's death (1680). It was a little before noon ana I often heard persons say at tbe time that one oould know how far the news bad spread by tbe closing of tbe shopa. Each man, when be heard that Washington was dead, shut his store as a matter of course without consultation, and In two hours all business was Mopped. My fat ber came home and could not speak, he was so overcome my mother was alarmed to see him in anch a state, till be recovered enough to tell her the sad new*. For some time ev4rj one, even the children, wore crape on the arm no boy oould go into tbe street without it. I wore it, though only eight year* old."

FxKrunxes often rales in the physical treatment of babiea. They are allowed to waiter and scream with pain from Colic, Flatulence, Bowel Disorders, etc., when some simple, reliable and aafe remedy as lr. Ball's Baby Syrup,would give almost immediate relief ana perfect ease to the little sufferer.

FOOLISH GIRLS.

The following story seems hardly possible, and yet it is well understood that the New York girls act Without regard to decency or common sense in their ravingp over some of the popular actors. The Sunday San says: 'An old florist in Fourteenth street, who is a keen observer of many things as well as of the flower market, says that tbe ran on Jacques roses and violets was due to the two actors, Montague andRignold. Both of tbem were play-

wore a small lot ef violets with his uni form sait in the courtship scene. Rignold used to come on the stage in the fourth act of 'Henry V,' in tbe scene where be woos tbe 'most fair Katharine,' with a deep red Jacques rose in his buttonhole. There was a war, as every one knows, among our society, girls between the admirers of tbose two mashers. So each faction wore the flower of its favorite. The old florist laughed as he related how tbe demand for Jacques and violets became greater than tbe supply by such large odds as to raise tbe price of Jacques to seventy-five cents and a dollar a bunch. 'Yes,' he went on to say, 'I've seen two pretty girls meet in this place who did not know each other one would ask for a Jacques rosd, the other for a bunch of violets, and their eyes would flash defiance at each other as they took possession of and paid for their flowers. Some of the ladies carried it so far as to look angrily at each

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as they passed

on the street with their rival flowers pinned on their jackets or in their bosoms."

NOT SPIRITS BUT FRA UDS. Chicago Herald. It is now becoming, if it never was before, for tbe believers in spirit manifestations to "sing exceeding small.--' Tbey have been routed at every point, and it is more apparent every day that the silly tiicks with which they bave been in tha habit of surprising themselves and befogging the credulous public, can all be improved upon by ordinary jugglers.

The fire test at McCormick's Hall last Monday evening, which was intended to break the force of recent developments, was a ridiculous failure, as the so-called "test" was duplicated on the spo'ii by a gentleman who cared nothing about "spirits" or "conditions" or any any of the other lumber upon whioh spiritualists are supposed to be dependent. In this case, as in every other instance wherein so-called "spirit manifestations" have baen subject to intelligent investigation, tbe conclusion of fraud became inevitable. Every medium prominently before the public has been exposed sooner or later, and men of sense can no longer look upon believers in "spirit manifestations" as other than insane persons. Indeed, insanity has been the legitimate outgrowth, of this belief. In tbe various asylums of the United States, there are scores of inmates whose reason was overthrown by the demoralizing influences of spiritualism. Judged by its fruits, spiritualism must be more severely condemned than any other form of modern belief. It has broken up families filled mad houses turned loose upon socigty a horde of dreaming incapaoles and semi-paupers disregarded the most sacred of domestic ties connived at fraud, and encouraged superstition. These are the legitimate fruits of spiritualistic belief, and to offset tbem there is not one single benefit to humanity which has come as a result of spiritualistic vagaries. The credit side of tbe ledger is absolutely blank, and there is consequently a fearful balance which, to all appearances, can never be offset. In other words, spiritualism is bankrupt—a thine: without available assets without credit, and having no excuse for its existence in anv manner. It should be laid away as quickly as possible among the other bankrupt swindles which bave from time to time been exposed.

THE BELL-PUNCH.

From the Good Templars' Advocai e. The proposed bell-punch liquor law is something new. It originated in "Virginia, ana is now a law in that State. It requires every saloon keeper to register each drink taken at bis bar, just as street car conductors register a fare. Each street car conductor at Cincinnati, and those on tbe Portland avenue cars of this city, carry a bell-punch, and when you pay the fare tLey are required to ring the punch in your presence, which registers the fare. Just BO under this new law now agitated in Frank ford. Each saloon keeper is required to keep a bell-punch and ring it in tbe drinker's face as he swallows the dose of alcoholic misery. Every time the poor victim of

habit calls for his drink he must pay down tbe cash, as credit is no go under this law. Jhen as be swallows the liquor the beli-punoh is rang and tbe register made—two cents for the State, thirteen cents for the saloon keeper, distilled destruction to thedrunkara and wretchedness to his family. It is said that saloon keepers favor this law, and we bave no douot of it. For several years past their business hss been growing very disreputable, and now if tbey can get the State to come out plainer than ever as a direct partner of tne traffic, for the small consideration of less than one-sixth of the receipts, tbev have won a victory over morality. Then tbey know that when they have sold a customer three drinks and rung the bell three times, they can sell that man a dozen more, and, if brought before oourt, he would 8wear that the bell not only pealed its register ring for every drink, but kept ringing for hours after he left the saloon, keeping him awake with its ringing.

In tbe name of tbe State, the honor of which is at stake and in the name of the drunkard's family, where for every two cents to the S^ate and thirteen cents to tbe saloon keeper, untold misery will fall in dark shadows, we protest sgainst any such a law. In the name of common law, common sense, humanity and heaveu, we protest against any bellpunch, the ring of wnich will register our State's disgrace, tbe wretchedness of homes and hearts and the damnation of immortal souls.

We are in favor of a punch law that will punch a hole in every keg, barrel, bottle and jug of the accursed stuff, and then punch the bottom out of the whole wicked business. v",

HOW TO SMOKE CIQ A RS. The best cigars may be spoiled by bad smoking. Chewing and smoking are incompatible with each other if attempted at tbe same time. We have seen men worry a clear until it became a disgusting object. Tbe smoker should remember the advice of the fine old master of the gentle craft, Izaak Walton, in regard to playing a trout: 'Treat it gently, as though you loved it.' So deal with the cigar.

First, with a sharp knife cut off as cleanly as possible a transverse section about a quarter of an inch from the small end, if you would avoid beitig troubled with particles of tobacco betweeu your lips tbe whole time of smoking. Avoid also the filthy practioe of licking the cigar, at one time common. It is always unnecessary and nasty, and often spoils tbe cigar, which should be dry, especially in the wrapping leaf, as It is upon tbe excellence and fragrance of tbe outer leaf that much of the flavor of the cigar depends. Light the end thoroughly, using, wherever it is convenient, a flame. Do not commence to smoke a cigar only half lit Keep tbe oigar out of a draft. It is difficult to taste the fragrance of delicate tobacco in the open air. Smoke gently, and be careful to avoid the cigar burning down one side, or to burn ,nnder the wrapping leaf without igniting it. In the latter case all flavor is at once lost, and a bitter taste of tbe tobacco, charred, but not burnt so as to eliminate tbe essential oils, is the result. If a oigar go out it may be relit without serious disadvantage, but a cigar lighted a second time after becoming cold is generally nauseous.—Boston Cornier.

LIFE OF THE FIFTH AtENUE BELLE. What a picture would tbe life of the average woman of Fifth avenue or Beacon street present to us if we should lay it down without exaggeration on paper! Her school days over, It is ber babit to walk into tbe breakfast room at nine o'clock, just from ber bed, ber front hair twisted over pins or bits of silk. She lounges, reading the newspaper, chatting with others as purposeless as herself warming her feet or gazing out of the window, until eleven then she retires to arrange ber toilet for the evening, perhaps to examine clean clothes from tbe wasb, or perform some other household duty—duties not to be omitted, but which tbe economical woman (one who has learned the value of time) would have completed before the day began then she dresses for afternoon calls, and, listin hand, descends to the luucbeon table. Here nearly another hour fades away before she begins ber afternoon rouYtd, flitting from house to bouse, cheerfully chatting of tbe Sbaughraun, Nilsson, Kellogg—of everything, in short, which concerns the shows of life, but careful as one walking over pitfalls to avoid every subject of vital interest either to herself or others. Then, tbe visit or drive ended, she hurries home in season to dress for dinner, and to go somewhere else afterward, as if to exhaust to the last drop her own vital strength and the hours of tbe day. This little record is not overdrawn. With certain modifications, this is tbe sub­

A Lady gives 15 reasons why she trades at FOSTER BROTHERS'.

1. Hike to. 2. It pays me well. 3. The/ are old merchants. 4. They are reliable merchants. 5. They have a clean fttoch. G. They do an immense business. 7. They bny every dollar's worth of goods for cash. 8. They are the friend to the ma**o* of the people. 9. They never intentionally misrepresent an article for hale. 10. They keep two buyers constantly In the Hew York market. 11.' They have always been the first house to break prices. 12. They make no profits and have no dull trade. 18, They are active and energetic, and keep abreast of tbe times. 14. They are not afraid of any competition, but welcome it. 15. Tbey have done more to bring flown prices than any other firm in the State.

Recent arrival of onr second car load of Carpets, in Ingrains and Brussels also, Dress Goods in almost endless variety, together with over 20 cases, 1,000 pieces, of New Spring Prints, we cordially invite any and every one to inspect onr new goods, whether they wish to purchase or not.

FOSTER BROTHERS' Improved and Popularized New York Store, Terre Haute, Indiana.

stance of the lives of wives and daughters of well-to-do merchants in our cities. These days are vuried by certain mornings given to music and others to painting. But how Binall the average of those who aohieve anything worth doing! A man to be a painter roust not

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with half his mind. The same holds good for tbe woman. Let every woman apply to her own life the doctrine of selection. The man is bred to this. What is your son going to be? parents are asked, and boys in the public school oonfide to each other the profession of their choice. No one asks the girl what is to be her employment, what she is preparing for. The days of her pleasant school life glide by one after another: frequently no accurate scholarship has been required of ber and when the routine stops, she is without rudder and without aim.—Harper's Magazine.

ANCIENT AND MODERN CUSTOMS. Modern customs, like the races, find their origin in the gloom of paganism. Civilization has done much to modify both, yet there is sufficient left to tell of their significance and origlu.

It i? said St. Patrick bauished from Ireland all tbe snakes. Far back into the centuries that peopip bad a licentious form of worship, one of their emblems was the cross entwined by the serpent, an emblem of desire. St. Patrick, on (he introduction of Christianity, banishid this heinous emblem (the serpent), leaving tbe croea alone as the Christian sign. Such is the origin of this myth.

Good Friday and Easter Sunday were originally annual Chaldean feasts, celebrated In honor of tbe goddess Easter (Ishtar), tbe virgin mother of nature, to whom small cakes, marked with across, were offered: they were called "bouus" (buns). On Easter Sunday colored eggs, as to-day, figured in their mysteries, and at the same period of tbe year, viz, the spring equinoxes. This feast dates back 1,500 years B. O.

The season of Lent was an ancient Egyptian feast, held sacred for 40 days, during the petiod their "awn god" wa9 passing from the zodiacal sign Aquarius to the Lamb of Spring, tbe reproducer of a new creation. At this period nothing but fish was parmittea to be eaten.

Friday, with many ancient nations, was kept sacred to the queen of heaven, and, the fish, being one of her emblems, the priests made it a law that her devotees eat nothing but fish on Friday. The custom, though pagan, is still cherished among us.—J. Cooper, in Jersey City Times.

Some days since we chanced to be in company withe several eminent divines, who wore relating numerous amusing anecdotes of tbe pulpit. Among others the following struck our fancy as one deserving record: 'I was,' said the reverend gentleman, 'attending divine service in Norfolk, several years ago.d uring a season of some excitement. While the officiating clergyman was in the midst of a most interesting discussion, an old lady among the congregation arose, clapped her bands, and exclaimed, 'Merciful Father, if I had one moro leather in my wing of faith, I would fly off to glory.' The worthy gentleman thus interrupted immediately roplied, 'Good Lord, stick it in and let her go: she's but a trouble here.' That quieted the old lady.

No MEDICINE la such a complete specific for lice and other parasites on animals and fowls as the dust and finest dust that can be prooured, ooal ashes being excellent for tbe purpose. Nothing is more preservative of tbe health of animals than dust, and in summer,when it can be procured by them without the aid of man, tbey always do best. It should be well sprinkled and freely scattered from the head to the tail, along the backbone, using an abundance of this most excellent and cheapest of all cattle mediolne.

AN UNBROKEN FAMILY# From the Fulton County, N. Y. Journal. Mr. Joseph Hewitt, of Oppenheim, was born in that town, and is now over 80 years of age. He is the father of nine children, seven grandchildren and two great grandcbildron, and there has been yi reason for the remarkable health and longevity of tbe family Is said to be an almost total abstinence from tbe use of medicine. Another remarkable feature of tbe family is that they are all residents of tbis state, and could reach tbe old homestead in one day's notice.

IMPROPEB articles of food often cause' tbe blood to become loaded with foul bumors. Cleanse tbe blood with Dr. Bull's Blood Mixture and be healthy.

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