Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 44, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 April 1878 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PAPER «FOR THE PEOPLE.

CI lit Far from the scenes Of worldly fashion, ,__Of faithless care

Only a frown, bat it dampen'd The cheer of a dear little heart Only a smile, bat its sweetness

And noisy pa9slon.

Keep me, O Lord, Trastfnl and lowly Fill me with love

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Tender and holy. Forget n«t my need Or thy fatherly pity Till I have gained r»if The heavenly city.

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Jhristlan Union.

ia-.i JUST A FEW WORDS.

Jnst a few words, but they blinded The brightness all oat of a day Just a few words, but they lifted

The shadows and east them away.

Check'd tears that were ready to Start.

Oh! that the rales of our living More like the golden would be! s.«£33 A Much, oh! to much more of sunshine

Would go out from yon and from ma.«"-' II

The Family Curse.

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A DOMESTIC STORY. _______ f/

BY MRS. KEBKCCA HAKDING DAVIS, Author of "Life in the Iron Mills "Dallas Galbraith," "John Andros,"etc.

CHAPTER IV.—CONTINUED*,, THE WANDERER'S RETURN. It was a hot, idle day, such as seem to belong to those hollows among the Western Virginia mountains. The air unthinned by energetic sea brees9s, was heavy and lucious with harvest seents the clouds, warmed into saffron and bronze by the distant fires below, slept lazily about the horiawn: below the farm abroad deep river lay uncertain whether to go on its way, or stop and enjoy this perpetual holiday. In New England it would have turned a dozen mills but nobody ever used it here, even to drop a line in it.

One

would suppose that not only this day, but all that bad gone before on the Cortrell farm, had been hot and idle. There were plenty and disorder everywhere. The barns were half unroofed great stnmps of trees, cut ten years ago, yet stood in the middle of the road costly Merino and Saxony sheep wandered about without a fold, sure of being taken into the kitchen, if the night proved cold, by some of tbo little mulattoes who swarmed in and out, or sat straddling on the unsightly worm f6DC68

The farm had served Colonel Cortrell, as it had done his fathers before him (all colonels, who never smelled powder,) as a sort of easy chair, in which to sit and enjoy life, inside of tba house—that was his wife'e that was a different matter.

Jenny

lay on the hay, watching 'her

father leaning back against the ience, in his shirt sleeves, smoking. He was a big, inert man, iu spite Of the twinkle of his eye and his wonderfully vehement voice.

One might guess that the father would be content to smoke, and the daughter to lie on the warm hay, for the rest of their lives, cool and quiet, quite unooncerned about the progress oi humanity, or the revolutions in literature and art, which kept the brains ot their cousins at almost white heat, a few miles nearer the sea. So much has geography to answer for! •I do not know,' said Jenny, reflectively, after a while, as if continuing a conversation, 'why Mr. Vaughan should have chosen mother as his confidant!'

If it ware possible, with her innocent face, that Bhe wae slying putting out bait in this irrelevant remark, it is certain that her father, like all the stupider big fish, rose easily to it. He was a born

S[ftlbro

ossip. 'You mean that story about Jaquett, Puss?' Jenny nodded. 'So she did tell you, after all! Much she about women! To bid you

giveknows

him up and make the fellow a hero you at the same time, and set you to to watching every step or missMp he takes! Tut! tut! But she did not get her information from Vaughan. She got a copy of the will." •Oh! so she did. She got a copy of it. What was his name, now?—the dead man, I mean.' •Why, William—William Jaquett. I tell you your mother is a driving woman. Yet it was easily enough done. The will was reoorded in Annapolis and a devilish queer document it was, in my opinion. What did you think of it, Jen?' •Yea,'said Jenny, alowly. 'What was his object in drawing it in that way?' •Object! Why, that's apparent enough. Your headache must nave made you dull, or you'd have understood. He had no mind to see the old Jaquett property

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as the Tembroke estates did. Those boys threw the old acres away like dust. Pore Father Jaquett down hyar had the whole family to work for after he married Heatef. But he never would acknowledge that.' He knockod the ashee from his cigar, a stern anger coming into his blue eyes. 'I can forgive a man gambling away the support or bis wife and children, or even risking it through speculating. But to guiale it for his own stomachs sake! I tell you, Puss, there was something brutish in the insanity of these Tembrokes.' •Yea, indeed.' sighed Jenny. Mt was dreadful. So William Jaquett thought—' 'He thought he'd make sure. He was a crabbed old fellow he knew, if he left this property to his nephew, Nalbro'a father, it would assuredly go to the boy sometime. S3 he left it to him—to Father Jaquett, I mean—to use, rent free, until Nalbro should have reached his twenty.fourth year. Ttw»n, if the bov was perfectly free from the Tembroke infirmity, be was to enter in possession of it. But if he had ever been seen under the influence of liquor, though but once, the property would revert to the next of kin. Old Jaquett believed what the Tembrokes used to aay of themselves— that for them thar was no repentance. After the first glass, thar was no going back, Until the end.' & •It was a hard condition. •The harder, because Nalbro waa never to know of it. I suppose your mother told you that, by the requirements of the will, he waa to be kept in ignorance of it, or he lost all right to inherit. It waa recorded hyar.' •It I had bee* Nalbro's father, I'd have given him a sly binU' •Father Jaquett is a man, and not a woman,1 said the farmer, his red face growing slightly redder. 'Little girls like you don't know the notions men have about such things—honor and so

on. No Nalbro has never been told. No one in this neighborhood ever suspected the matter until your another got on the scent of It somehow, sod wrote to the Register for a copy of the wilU 8be ibowwf it to me. I wouldn't have spoken to yon of it if she had not been

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A PR A YER.

Lead me, O Lord, Iustill,nafeplaces: Let mine eyes meet

Sweet, earnest faces

sel. 'She did not tell me,' looking up at him. 'Then you cheated me out of it, Jen ny,' angrily. 'Yes, I did, father I had a reason. will be safe with me.'

Mr. Cortrell puffed awav in silence for a while. 'I nope it will be safe, he growled. 'I wish yon little girls were more like men in your notions.' 'Dear me! the property does not amount to so much, after all," said Jenny, contemptuously, going on with her own thoughts, as if she bad not heard him. 'No bnt it is all that Father Jaquett has. suppose, when Nalbro inherits it, he will give it to his father while he lives. A sturdy young fellow like that ought to support himself and his wife. Besides, thar was bank-stock somewhar —a trifle more.' 'Oh! a triflle mere!' raising herself on her elbow. 'I don't suppose really that the ques tion of the property ever troubled father Jaquett. He is a thoughtless old fellow about money. But the fear that Nalbro should inherit the Tembroke disease has haunted him night and day, all his life. I've known that.' 'Disease!' 'Well,' thoughtfully, 'one hardly knows what else to call it.'

Jenny lay quite still for a half an hour, pulling up the few stalks of clover left in the stubble, and flinging them away. She got up at last. 'Good-by, Colonel,' she said, twisting her slim fin

f'ersdown

in his grizzly whiskers, and puling his mouth to be kissed. The kisses she gave her father were different from the faint, roseleaf touches she was so fond of bestowing on all the women about her. 'Can't you stay with me, Puss? I like to have you out hyar.' 'No, I have thought of something to do since I came out. By the by, you did not tell me who was the next of kin on the Jaquett side—that other heir.' 'Ne, your mother did not mention that to me. I doubt if she knows.' 'I fancy she knows. You think it was nobody in this neighborhood?' '01 course it was nobody in this neighborhood, you silly little thing! How could it be, and I not know it?'

Jenny laughed softly to herself. Her head just reached to her father's breast, and she stood for awhile in front of him, twisting the leather string he wore for a watch chain, her eyes half shut, as though she were working out some riddle with its help. 'There was "a trifle more," you sai«.' 'Yes. What notion have you in your little noddle now, Puss?' tapping her head fondly. 'Nothing. Only I did not think the old Jaquett farm alone worth any scheming to gain.' 'I don't understand—Scheming?' with a perplexed look.

Jenny laughed again, and dropping the chain, gave bim an approving pat on both cheeks. 'How coula any scheming go on in this neighborhood and you not know it, you dear old colonel? I'm going in now.'

But he held her with a grave enough face. He fancied, in spite of her jesting, that she was unnaturally paid, and saw a dark settling of the blood under her eyes. He did not think a pack would cure her, o^ aconite. 'Jenny,' he said, 'look hyar, my dear.' He moved with her so as to bring them both into a corner of the fence, and to shut off the hay fields and river from view. They stood alone, as it were, apart for a moment from the rest of the world. It was some time before Mr. Cortrell spoke, and then he stammered: 'Jenny, I don't want to interfere. But my little girl's very dear to'me.' 'I know that, father.' 'Yes. Well, I think a good deal about her future, you see—I have ever since she was a baby. Thar's not many nights since then, when I used to take your cradle to my side of the bed, your mother being porely, that I've not had you on my mind, more or less. If you was to go and make yourself unhappy for life now, it would—it would be the hardest stroke I ever got, Jenny.' 'What is it you are afraid of, father?' 'Thar! How oan I say it and not hnrt you? Your mother's the properest one to—»men's fingers is awful rough,' with an awkward, tender smile, 'when it comes to touchin' a young girl's heart.' 'My mother,' said Jenny, demurely, 'says women should have no use for hearts until they are married. Except in the way of—of parents, you know.' 'Sob?' The coloneL's cigar had gone out. He slowly crumbled it into bits now, looking into Jenny's face with grave anxiety. 'Your mother thinks that, does she? She's right, no doubt, no doubt. But that'd not be my judgment of women. I thought little girls began to look round for a peculiar something they needed almost as soon as they ooula see. Just like this Ragged Robin, putting out its head where it can

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ot sun till it's got all the natural color into it. It always made women seem mighty pure and tender to me. You know,' hesitating and growing red, 'the Good Book tells us whar love comes from. Why, when you was a mere mite of a colicky baby, Puss, you had ooquettish, coaxing ways very different from Jaquett's boy. Nalbro's fists were ready for use in his cradle. He's a fine lad yet, Jenny!' looking down suddenly at her. 'Oh! dear me, yes! Nalbro and I are the best of friends!' Yet, suddenly, at her tether's inquiring glanoe, she had fallen from the woman she was a moment ago back into her ordinary self and it was a peculiarity of her ordinary •elf that, when she spoke, you thought Immediately of how sweet the fair blonde was, how soft and yielding, more than of the meaning in what she said. •But you were not going to talk to me of Nalbro, papa?' •Well, no, I wasn't. It was of that partner of his—that young Vaughan. Is a friend of yours, Jenny?' anxiously. 'Oh! yes, indeed!' the rose color slowly tinging her oval cheek in the very way that it had maddened Nalbro a hundred times to see. The old colonel saw it now, and thought it very lovely and womanly but It made his heart ache. He thought, as all men would, that it was the sign of a real heat in the heart. 'I wont say a word agin the follow, if —I dont ask yonr secrete, my darling. I'd be ashamed to look into an innocent little girl*s heart. That's your mother's right. But—' "You're no friend of Mr. Vaughan's'— with a gentle distress in her tone. 'Is that it, dear papa? You dont like him?' 'The Lord knows I dont! I want fresh air whenever Tm In the room with him.' 'What can you aay against him?' ^Nothing!' blurted out Cortrell 'that's the worst of it. The fellow's faultless as far as I know. Now, I like boys to be boys. But you—' taming up her laoe

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by the chin, 'it don't make yon onooav fortable to be in the room with -Aim, Jenny?' A V. .. •Oh! no. I likilit very, well.* Tbftaby coasdng.fkceof wjbioh behad talkedwas quite honest no#, looking into hlVi always try to please tbemall, father.""

The colonel held her for a minute, studying her face anxiously then lie let go of her chin with a sigb. "Well, never mind! I never did understand wimman I suppose 1 never will. Yet it seems to me as if there was danger ahead and I ought to be able to save yon."

Jenny came closer, and nestled Iter hands into bis. She was so dewy, fresh, and yonng there Was snih a witchery in her caressing little way®—they peemed to flow from a heart so brimful of innocence and gentleness—that the colonel, as any other man would have done, felt as if he could crush her in his arms, to death from sheer love, "God save you, my darling," he said for of all the helpless creatures to face the world—*"

She seemed to want, unselfishly, to draw blm away from the subjects that pained him. "Come ihtbe house with me, I want you to save me now from the pack. And I'm to have no dinuer."

But the colonel's mind rau in the same groove. 'I am afraid to meddle, he muttered, anxiously. 'You are such a clinging child yet, Jenny. It' I gave you my advlee about the young man, it would be decisive you would follow it.' "Do you think I would,- father? I would risk it if I were you,' said Jenny, as she followed him to the house.

CHAPTER V.

A frosty day, late in the fall patches of rime oozing out on the soot stained, low brick bouses of the mill town people harrying along the streets with reddened noses and watery eyes the grimy dahlias and chrysanthemums in the front yards beginning to crisp and brown here and there a gum tree, flaming like a scarlet flag in the green rampart of hills that walled in the Ohio side of the river and, at evening, the nauseous smoke, in volumes from the found ries, and wisps and vapory flags from the dwellings and steamers, as' if to atone for the dirt and discomfort belowf covering the cold sky with Rembrandt shadows, with fantastic towers, through which the setting sun struck like a magician's wand, and disclosed that they were built of cornelian, of ruby, and of jasper.

At the lower part of the town, the long, narrow street creeps alotag into the country, with the hill on one side and the river on the other, and here, quite ont of the way of any chance of business stood a wooden shop, bearing a gilt lettered sign of "Vaughan & Jaquett." A few guns and pistols bung across the window, grown dingy and rusty with discontent at their long neglect but farther sign

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any legitimate calling or

election which the shop bad to be called a shop, there was none, beyond some locks and snap bolts strung on the wall —mere trifles thrown off by Nalbro in his leisure moments. There was a sooty shod and little forge on the cinder bank by the rivfer, where he was now at work stopping now and then in his blowing and hammering to go down to the bulk of an old steam ferryboat tied in the river below, and to hurry back again. A pleasant, faimaced young fellow, of about bis own age, looked out from behind the dingy guns and pistols in the window,' watching him in these hasty journeys. But he never called or spoke to him.

The young man inside the shop had been writing—leisurely, as he did everything else. The white sheet of letter paper, covered with the sharp, narrow characters, lay on the high desk before him.

He stopped from time to time to trim the almond shaped nails that tapered his slim hands, to wind his watch, or to eat a peach, cutting it off slowly, bit by bit, turning it to the light to admire its fur of crimson and brown. There was not a tint of beauty hidden even in a peach skin that could escape William Vaughan's clear blue eye.

With his blonde skin, fair mustaches, almost Greek profile his daintily fitting clothes of fine brown cloth, and delicate linen, he was a something oddly out of place in the dingy little shop. The very pearl that rested, like a great drop of sea foam, on his blue scarf, seemed to protest against his unclean, greasy surroundings, and claim him for some high-. er and cleaner life outside. But the light was beginning to fade he took the pen again and finished the letter. It was long. He looked over the latter part before signing it. 'Honestly, dear George, I do not deserve your sympathy. The three years have not been wasted. I have been ed ucating myself in geography and human nature, let us say, if you must have actual receipts though, when I come back I fancy you will find the old Will Vaughan unchanged, even to the darkening of an eyelasn. I think sometimes that, after all, I was cast, not born—run into a mold at first, and that Nature, as the years went on, added a little lime or slbumeu, et voila lout. The thing was done in the beginning—it is not my affair now. *But to this business. If I am successful in my discovery, the Jaquett property—of which this land, as you know, forms but a small part—will be a substantial foundation on which to begin life a very different foundation from any that I could have built by drudgery at my profession during these long years. 'You hint that my occupation resembles that of a spy too much for your higbtoned notions of honor. Upon my word, I cannot bring myself to yonr point of view. I simply protect my own interests. This young cub of a machinist (in whom I would no doubt find something likeable and genuine if he were anybody else) is born with certain beastly tendencies. If they develop themselves before a set time, I. the next of kin (on the clean side of the house), am a rich man. I can set sail and find life a pleasant summer excursion. If he keeps himself out of the slough for three months longer, the easy voyage is for bim. I may oegin the work I have neglected so long and drudge on to the ena. hate poor people, and poor people's virtues.

Now, to whom should I confide the task of giving me notice of his foil—of the day when he eats the mess of pottage which will sell to me hia birthright? To himself, or to his doting father? Which does your wisdom advise? 'My dear fellow, you sit and watch your interests In the money market I sit and watch mine here. You tell me that the rise and fall of stocks are subject to as accurate rules as the tide and current* In the sea. I tell you that the rise or foil of a soul is subject to laws no lees absolute. Given, the hereditary blood, liver, and brain of a man for three generations back, and his associations in life, and it is an easy problem to find what his end will be. •With this man, ruin is only a question of time. I oonfesa I am not disposed to grieve if It come a month sooner, when my own future depends upon it. His father (the only proof of common sense I ever detected in the old man) has never suffered him to touch any stimulant. But the whole physical

and mental conformation of yottpg Jaquett marks him out as an easy prey. He is a large boned, brpad, muscular man, with new a pound of fat on bis body highly nervous, his digestive powers imperfect^bis pulsouneven apd thready a (Han 'Of passionate feelings and small mason

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•When I law him first, I thought that the loose Ufe aW^lreedoui of the far West, added tfttti aguish climate, poor diet, etc., would most probably develop more rapidly than any other cause the latent propensity. suffered myself, therefore, to lie persuaded to aocompany him on a wild goose chase which lasted, as yon-know two years.- -I-pre-empted land of no value, and. accomplished nothing 6}seM The vei-y excitement and freedom, crude and 'disgusting to me,

roved the needed stimulant for Jaquett. superfluous muscle and vicious blood found ample exercise in overreaching the genus Fike upon the plains or shooting an Occasicnal buffalo, or— chbienf what matter? 'It was a failure. Here,we are now, and here is success. A few accidental circumstances have helped me or my cause for, as you mas* be sure, I am passive. 'Whatever, talent or ambition or small culture belongs to

young

Jaquett has

been given to the work of which I have before told you. He was born a mechanician. His invention is an improvement on the engines now in use on the Western river-steamers. He thinks, if adopted, it would save countless lives. As fcr me, I foresee that there is in it, if skillfully brought out, a great deal of money. The model has been costly in construction, though he haa had it made piecemeal, at different shops, working at it wherever be could himself. But he has borrowed money for it, and borrowed larger sums to buy Influence, in order to have it patented. I have done what I could for him both lent the money and laid it out—engineered the matter entirely, but so far ineffectually. Success is as far off as ever —for him. The Jaquettsare poor, and Nalbro, ignorant of his inheritance, looks forward to the time when his father and sister will be thrown on him for support—three months hence, be already in debt. He labors unceasingly at his engine he is bilious and morbid with long confinement. 'There are other projects which touch him even nearer home than theso, in which he faces defeat. It is his first encounter with trouble or loss, and on every side it is most overwhelming and baffling. 'I fancy that when the antidote for all his trouble is first brought to bis lips in the shape of a fiery glass of champagne, it will nOt be long rejected. I am almost tempted to envy the poor devil the delicious thrill of that first sip of damnation he has been ready for it so long— before his birth, one might say. He has become so slowly maddened by defeat of late, that it will be like a spark of fire to the dry fagots. 'I must not forget to thank you, Nlchoils, for the weak twinges of conscience which you have experienced on my behalf, nor the homily which you read me on the "cruelty of sitting down coolly to watch the slow corruption of a human body and soul." Yon call this madness of the Tembrokes, oinomamia, and tell me that when that fiend or disease has once grappled a man fairly, its hold is deadly and close as the fabled cuttlefish that it will not let bim go until it has sucked the strength from every nerve and muscle, and left the body dead and the brain imbecile. Now, George, what is the use of all this harangue, or of setting this man apart as a peculiar subject of compassion? Do yOn waste your fin') compassions on the bloated, pimpled wretches who swarm out of every tavern or station house about Baltimore? Don't you know as well as I do that there is hardly a family in the land in which there is not one victim which this devil of drunkenness has by the throat? Your diagnosis of the disease would be measurably true of every one of them, Has that fact kept the wine off of your table, or hindered you from first showing life to many a young fellow as ingenuous and worthy as Jaquett? Eh, Nicholls? 'There's no need of humbug between us. This is an evil as old as the world, for which there is no remedy, and you, no more than I, are lifting your band against it. It brings grist to mv mill, and I shall not quarrel with it. How is little Madeline? There is a pretty blonde here who has almost tempted me from my old allegiance. But when I put on the matrimonial yoke, it must be light, and of all hard bit drivers, protect me from your blue eyed, amiable woman. Apropos, I wish you would look out a good riding horse for me—a sorrel I would prefer. I will need it when I come home, if I have the wherewithal to keep a stable. W.

VAUGHAN.'

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QOINQ TO PARIS.

A Realistic Description oft Life on the '7 Ocean WiWe.

-Xetter to the Detroit News.

^Last'Saturday evening we steamed qpt of New York harbor, til feeiing as Jolly aitsd happy school boy*. Themoon rose, and along a bright glittering trackmade by its rays wo sailed in tranquility and peace. The six o'clock dinner tasted good. The evening promenade on deck was delightful. The wind sprang up in

Sit.night.

We all sat down to breakSome ate. Some didn't. The

decks were resorted to. The sun shone, though the-wind did blow. Theolouda came up. A drizzling rain followed. The ship pitched, and some of us grew white around the gills. Our little group, gathered in the deck cabin, gradually began to thin out. Some sneaked off, and hiding behind the small'boats'or wheel house, nn'obtrusiveiy cast' their bread upon the waters. Others boldly, marchea to tbe ship's railing and paid their tribute ostentatiously in sight of all, greatly to the discomfiture of those whose perturbed'stomachs bad not yet reached a point beyond control. Occasionally a passenger, suddenly seized with-tbe epidemic, found himself unable to comply with the conventionalities of the occasion, and improvised a basin wherever be happened to be standing. Now and then a member of our party would join the disconsolate group, and to a sympathetic interrogation would return a melancholy shako of the head and a sad "no good," or "nothing yet."

At first there was a certain degree of delicacy shown on the part of the majority, but this 'soon disappeared. The passengers gathering together had but one topic of conversation—tbelr respective capacities for disgorging. One man affirmed that he bad not only disposed of all the contents of his stomach, but of the stomach itself. Another went so far as to show a shoe peg and swear that it had made an upward passage from his heel, to be ejected from his mouth. Such is the degrading infiuenoe of misery. _____________ i'j tu 'l- HOW WHISKY PA YS.

Pomeroy's Democrat.

So trie'years ago we had in our employ a man who, several times in the day, ran out ot the office to buy a drink of whisky. Every time he went out the cashier was instructed to drop ten cents into a drawer to our credit. At the end of seventeen months the man who had gone out so often had drank himself out of a situation and the drawer, when opened, was found to contain $409, which we loaned to a young man at 7 per cent, interest. He used it to purchase a set of tinner's tools. On the 15th of February, 1876, he returned it to us with interest, saying in his letter that he has now a wife, two children, and property worth $5,000. The other fellow is a bummer, hunting for food.

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MARRIED UNANIMOUSLY. After service in a church in Houston county, Geergla, Gus Riley, of Houston county, and Mattie Calloway, of Macon, walked up tbe aisle, showed tbe minister a license, and asked him to marry them. He proceeded to do so but a woman with whom Miss Mattie had been visiting for some weeks objected, saying that Miss Calloway was a guest at her house, was under age, ana that her father knew nothing about it. The preacher said that was not a legal objection, but put it to a vote of the congregation. The congregation voted solid, 'Marry them.' and they were married.—Savannah News. 'WHAT is wisdom?' asked a teacher of a class of small girls. A bright eyed little creature arose and answered: 'Information of the brain.

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Is particularly recommended for Dyspepsia and Indigestion. It acts more perfectly Xhan any medicine ever discovered, on the entire system of the digestive organs. It removes from them all manner of obstrac-

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By its speciflc action on the Liver, is admlrably adapted for hdbitual Constipation or Costivencss. It never falls to bring thd Liver to action. It Is particularly recommended to ladles, as it is mild and pleasant in its action, rian

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TABAXINl'i, by its action on Liver, Stomaeh and Bowels, removes tbe cause of the disease.

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