Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 49, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 June 1878 — Page 2

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PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

-SflKRRE HAUTE, JUNE 1,1878

&E AND SOS.

...v 111 be at the window as he goes by, 2sS! A she goes by— rrr Hell lift his bead to look at the sfcy,

The western sky,

To see if the sun basset fer fair, And sudden)y there Against the sky In the golc en air

Hell see a pair

Of familiar eyes and 1 shall see As he looks at me A sqflden smile, and a nod, maybe

All this in three

i¥,or perhaps In four swift moments—then, Ah then, Jn another moment the world of men

For bim, or, when

The street is turned, a different face To take my place. While 1 by my window here retrace

Each line oi the face

Which smiled at me as it passed me by With a glance of the eye That swept me in with the western sky,

The sunset sky.

To-morrow I shall be at the window when He passes again: He will smile and nod—and then, ah then

The same old story over again!

—Nora Perry, in Sunday Afternoon, June

The Family Curse.

A DOMESTIC STORY.

XR8.

KKBECCA HAEDINQ DAVIS,

"Dallas

Author of "Life in the Iron Mills.1" Galbraith," "John Andros,"

etc.

CHAPTER XV.

'T'm afraid I've been foolish to give in to yon, Nalbro. What was the necessity 'of this wedding at three hoars' notice? Over hyar in this damned state of Ohio too! The very parson is a cross-breec Yankee. Thar be comes, up the road. Why couldn't Jenny have been married in her father's house, and you go to .work, like a man, on yonr native Yireinia sile, whar you'd be under good in Huences. Seems to me I'm voo old man to be rampaging over the river by night on a runaway match—my own ^daughter's too!' 'I think I was right, sir. It's a matter *f life and death wltn me—you know why. I feel as if the only ebance for me was to break away from all old as sociations at once, ana begin life with

Jenny afresh'. I want father and Jackev to tbink of me as dead—it will be a relief 'to them, rather than to know me as .have been lately. If I ever bring myself back to the man I was, I'll go home and take my old place again.' •Thar's no doubt you'll do that, my boy!' heartily, clapping his band on bis 'shoulder. 'We'll nave the old Nalbro back again in a little while!'

Jaquett gave no answering smile. The day when bis soul would be summoned for judgment was not more solemn than this,when be was making his last effort to save it. 'It must end soon, one vray or %be other,' be said. 'And Jenny will help me with the good fight while lasts glancing in through the window of the tavern poroh where they stood at the cloaked figure by the fire inside. From under the hood of her cloak Jenny watched him. All that night, wherever he went, her eyes had iollowed him There was a new expression in them, a certain hungry affection, which indexed something in her nature that bad never uttered itself openly in any other iway, and never would.

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day was dawning. In an hour the train wasdue. 'You aredeternined to go to Cincinnati,'Baid CortreU,as they went in to join Jenny. 'I oan get work there in an hour. feel as if I could not take breath until I bad begun in earnest. How you shiver, darling,' holding the hands that my 'I'll bring Jenny stretched out to him. yon a warm drink.' 'It's all breathless work to me,' puffed the Colonel, when Nalbro was out of the room. 'It's a desperate leap in the dark. What if we have made a mistake, Jenny? I thought to have him under my own eye*~and hyur—' 'You can advise me by letter, father.' 1 'Tobesure.to be sure! Well, God help us all! But, Jane!' after a pause, 'thar's your mother—she's half mad about Nalbro, thinking she drove him to his death. How can I keep her quiet when she knows the truth?' 'Mother will be in no hurry to proclaim my disgrace.' said Jenny, with the ghost of her ola shrug. 'She'll keep the secret. Bat—I'm sorry for you, papa.' 'Yee,yes,' with a suppressed groan 'Your mother will be onoommon dllfi cult. I wish I could see daylight at all, any wbar, in the matter.' 'Mother had her own way with Nalbro and me, and she knows the end she made of it. When your plan succeeds, credit •he'll give you dly.

I hope/ said Jen

toy. shrewdly. The Colonel's face was illumined. 'By George! I didn't think of that! It'll open her eyes for life, I hope. Thar's some wlmmen that undertake to be the sense carriers ior their husbands from the drat, and it makes a houso devilish onoomfortable. Don't you do it, Jenny. It's •gen St. Paul and natur'.' •Poor me! It's not likely! There is the clergyman!' as a heavy step sounded on the

porch.

She rose and sat down

again, trembling, her teeth chattering for she was only an untried young girl after all, and knew better than any of tbem did bow desperate was her leap in the dark. 'All ready! Hyur, Jenny. I almost forgot,' pressing close to her and hurrying a roll of bills into her hand. 'Thar must be no danger of want.*

Jenny put them in her pocket, aad hesitated. Nobody und po slowly out

then she hesitated. Nobody understood batter than she the uses and the powers

of money. She drew it again. 'No, father: I told Nalbro Fd come to him pennilees, and I will. He must feel the necessity of supporting tse.' •Of course—of course. But you oan have'lhe money bid away all the same, to fell back on In case

Again Jenny hesitated. 'No,' pushing It away. 'I'm going never to deoelve Nalbro. Nalbro at least. O dear!' with shivering sigh. The door opened and Nalbro came in. followed by a lean, aguiah man, wrapped up in a ahawl. The Colonel thrust the roll his bneast pocket. •Pll get it down to them, I'll wager. Good morning air. The Rev. Mr-Clarlse, I believe?'

•Here

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is your coffee, Jenny. There is

plenty of time,' said Nalbro, trying to be calm and cool, seeing bow the cap •hook as she carried it to her mouth. 'A wet morning—heavy rain oomina «p» said the clergyman, as be took off his fur cap and held his hand® ovwr the fir* .giving a quick glance at the in mates of the room, including even the yellow dog on the rug. 'You—a friend of the a 'ffor father,* said the Oelonel, with unnecessary sternness. •Oh! The young gentleman—"Jaquett," was that Uf—unusual uaroo— ippMir* to in Hi health, eh? Overworked prohab- -im'b stimulus. Oar young wen use tUeir braiua too much

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nowadays. I metbim outside and recommended him to take A drop of wine tb guard against the Hver fog,hot he won Id not.' 'Are we ready?',said Nalbro, hastily.

The clergyman adjusted his cuffs, and drew out a book from hia pocket. 'We had better call a witness or two,' in an undertone to the Colonel, 'and open the windows wider. It is gloomy here. One likes to remember sunshine On their wedding day,' with a cheerftil smile at the pal*faced girl beside, him. For the old village clergyman, Clarke, bad shrew eyes and a tender heart, though he did mUplace his nouns and verbs, and bis breath smelled of garlic. There was something in the Caoes of these people that impressed unaccountably with the sense of some peril threatening them from which they hoped to escape.

He was a man who, in bis poor way, strove zealously to live near to his Master. He knew what strait it was in which, these strangers stood. While they placed himself before bim, be tried to collect his thoughts and uttered a silent prayer that the words he would speak might be of service in the salvation of their souls. It was an ordinary form of petition which he used before any rite of bis office bat it had a new meaning to day,and stirred him strangely. His eyes, too, were fixed on Nalbro's f&c6*

There are invisible electric cords that, unknown to ourselves, connect even them osteomas place and vulgarest of us together, beneath all facts. He could know nothing of the real physical death waiting for bis prey in this boy, whose established hold never bad pressed so heavily on him as now in the moment of his desperate, last chance.

Yet, even to the clergyman, after the silence, the old words which he spike came with a sudden startling import:

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the face of Qod.' I ir

The boat swept up to the landing and swung around but for a moment, long enough only for the Colonel to hurry Jenny on the plank with Nalbro, to wring both their hands and to spring on the mnddy shore again. The rain was falling heavily, mixed with soot—an unclean fog walled them in. The steamer tugged feebly, and then with a groan and a Bhriek, pat out into the yellow stream.

One or two lamps burned, late as it was in the morning, up on the dingy wharf. A cquple of boys stood in the drenching rain, .their bauds in their pockets, to see the boat put off. Up in the shelter of a closed shop door, a man in a fur cap and a gray shawl watched it also. But there all signs of life ceased —outside of these were the rain and fog and rushing river. Nalbro stood on the deok, with Jenny and the dog close by his side he gave a hearty cheer of farewell, but it Tell dismally on the silence. The Colonel could not reply, he plough ed his way along shore, down to the Point, until the steamer faded out of sight in the fojg, the two figures,motionless, looking back at him. But he stood waving bis hat after that. 'Perhaps they can see me,' he thought. There was no nunshine on this wedding. 'It will be a brighter day when they come back,' he muttered. But his heart was heavy as lead within bim.

CHAPTER XVI.

Letters from Jenny came daily. Nalbro was at work and they were happy. Nalbro had work that suited him, and they were as happy as the day was long.

It occured to the Colanel that there was a monotony in her bulletins. Life might bring what poison or honey it would to Jenny, she would turn the same face to the bystanders. He wrote, incessant, copious letters in return, crammed full of advice and warning. He determined again and again, to go down and see their happiness for himself. Bat Nalbro might suspect then that be held the reins, and Mheer off. He was a bullbeaded fellow. Besides there was news for them, of which he oould not be the bearer.

At last, one day the letters ceased. A week passed, two weeks, and still none came.

'I am going to Cincinnati,' he said. Mrs. Cortrell sniffed, but made no an swer. She had never mentioned Jenny since she heard of her marriage. But she had grown quiet, had not scolded the women for a month, and used to rise with her eyes suspiciously red and sunken in the morning.

When the Colonel came down with his valise in hand, he found two enormous Saratoga trunks in the hall. 'There area few things which weie left behind in your last escapade.' she said, without lifting her eyes. He peeped in and found them filled with underclothes and house linen freshly made He gig gled a little to himself, but kept his own oounsel and took them.

Cortrell went to Cincinnati. But he found no trace of them. Jaquett had given up work weeks ago, the foreman told him. He went to the cheap house whore they had boarded. They had paid their bill and gone, no one knew

The Colonel stood Irresolute in the narrow entry. The question choked him: 'Was the yonng man steady—domestic? I am interested in blea.'

The boarding bouse keeper, distinguished among women by a Roman nose, oily black curls and jet ear rings, replied promptly: 'He'd have been steady enough but for his wife. Sit down, sir. A poor, shiftless do-nothing. She was a millstone on that young man's neck. So I said to all the ladies in the house when I first set eyes on her, and so it turned out.' •How, madam?' 'It don't do for a workman's wife to be dawdling like a fine lady. She wanted this, she wanted that she kept him slaving, till your heart would have ached—bim looking like a corpse half the time. She never lifted her hand to help, though the mau would have given bla heart's blood to pleaae her for a minute. I wonder be didn't tire of her dollface and ber yellow hair'—stroking her curia virulently—'he saw enough ef them.' 'vrh*t do you meanr "She walked with him to the mil) she carried bim his lunch, and went to come back with him in the evening. Men like that sort of petting, I reckon. Taen at night she dragged turn about to concerts, to theaters, to Methodist revivals. What little money they had ahe threw away like water tor such whims. But he wore out at last. He seemed to sicken of work and of amusement. I thought sometimes be was even tired Of her. tie got to have a dread

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baited

look, and was as white as a man dying of hunger. Then, at an boor's notice, tbey left, never saw them since.* *1 understand. Good morning,madam.* The Ookwwl found hia way Into the crowded, sunny street.

He understood. Jenny bad failed. Stronger women than ah* bad tried to fight back that devilof drunken ess from the men tbey loved, and the end was that their strength was utterly spent their own lives were left maimed and wretched. It was a bright day: the »tr»et* were crowded be wandered through tbem vaguely. Where had

TERRE T^AUTE »A1UHUAY EVENING MAli.

tbey hidden themselves in this, the final defeat? He remained in Cincinnati for two weeks went borne, came ba^k and renewed his search: But in Vain Jenny bad disappeared utterly. Whatever suffering her failure cost her, she bore it a'.one.

About a year after this time, Colonel Cortrell received a letter signed •Amos Clarke,'written by the village clergy man who had married Nalbro. It was an old fashioned formal epistle. He-be gan by recalling himself to Cortrell's mind, and went on to state that be had felt a curious interest, of which he could not rid himself, in the young people in whose fate he bad accidentally taken part. During his present visit to New York, at the meeting of the convention he had heard the name Jaquett mentioned by two lay members, who were directors in a steamship company, as tbat of a yonng man who was trying to introduce some mechanical invention to their notice—an invention utterl worthless, tbey said, but about whio he was a monomaniac. 'The matter,' pursued Clarke, 'impressed me straugely. I spent some time in tracing this Jaquett. I fear I neglected th duties of the convention, but I b*i x:i undefina ble conviction that the l^-• us work for me lay outside of it. I contrived to meet bim at last tho house of the master engine builder, Fulke, belore whom he was-presenting: bis model. It was the man whom I had married.' Ho did not reoognise me. I know little of mechanics, but bis plan seemed to me feasible and useful he certainly urged it with great ability. I was sorry Mr. Fulke viewed it, as many other friends had done,as valueless. He was scarcely courteous to the lad. I presume their deeision was correct, though I feared the poor fellow's shabby clotbes, and his haggard face and feverish manner, might have prejudiced them in advance. 1 did not make myself known to Jaquett, He appeared to me like a man who had for some time been sorely pressed by want, and bad isolated himself from other men. I fancied he would resent intrusion. I found, from his an-swer-to a question of Mr. Fulko's, that he had been going incessautly from city to city, urging his plan. 'As soon as it is introduced, my fortune is made,' ho said. 'If you have a family to support, you bad better go to hard work,' Mr. ?Tulke replied roughly but the boy put the model under his Coat, and withdrew without answer. I traced him home. I think there is great suffering there, which I can do nothing to allevi ate. In this strait, I havo written to you, believing you to be ignorant of their condition. I advise you to lose no time in coming to Now York." He added Jaquett's address.

Colonel went out of the house, and took the road to town, holding the open letter in his band, which he had forgotten to fold. He haltod a moment at the granary door, hearing his wife inside, but hurried on. Why not spare her as long as he could? The train for New York would not leave until noon. When he bad reached the town, be made bis way to the dingy back streets, along the orcek's bank. A. good many people stopped to speak to him, but he went on without seeing them. 'He has heard from Nalbro,' they said, shaking their heads, for the trdth had crept out about Nalbro how the foolish old Colonel had suffered Jenny to marry bim, and they had gone off together gone to ruin somewhere. There had been now and then mysterious whispers about bim it was said that he had drunk himself to death in Cincinnati, and that he had committed sui cide, and that Jenny was living quietly at home. Yet the townspeople spoke of him gently as 'old Noll.' They were more cordial than ever before with Father Jaquett, for the sake of the poor scapegrace, who used to have a joke for everybody and who knew every child in town.' When Yaughan claimed the property, the whole story came out. The old man came into town with Jackey all the women who knew him,work ed him slippers, or sent him an ornamental cup and saucer, and they made him anew silk Hurplice. Yaughan fell into disfavor, the men treated him with cool civility, but tb« women, with one accord, ceased to sp*ak to bim. He went back soon to Maryland.

Colonel Cortrell went to Father Jaquett's bouse. It was a oue-stqried wooden house, given over so long to leaks and rats, that be had rented it low. Jackey was stitching by the window. She was able to keep the wolf from the door, when the could get the sewing to do. Her father was sitting by the fire. He never read the Recorder now, or whistled to himself in his life long fash ion. Tbey both glanced up when Cortrell entered. He was a daily visitor. Then, seeing his face, Jackey cried out: 'It is Nalbro! Is be—is he dead?' Her father stood up silent, one band stretched out.

Cortrell put the letter before him. 'He is not dead,' he said. When Jaokoy read the letter she sobbed and cried out load. She thought the two men unfeeling as stones, standing there quietly talking about when the train for New York would start knowing bcww they both had waited, day by day, for a year, for this news how tbey bad, literally rown old, their whole characters seemug to alter, waiting for it. •The boy has •aid the Colonel.

good fight for it!'

Wonldu't It have been better for bim to go to every day work?' suggested Mr. Jaquett^ feebly hoping to be oontradicted.

No, assuredly no!* For be thought be saw Jenny's hand in the dogged persistence in hia one idea.

You'll bring tbo children home?' said Nalbro's father. Yea—if—I don't know what Clarke means thar by 'great •offering.' I'm afraid he bad ill news be wouldn't break.' He grew hoarso and paused minute. 'Hadn't you better get your htker's clothes ready, Jackey? The train goea in an hour.'

Father Jaquett looked at bim, Changing color. •Oortrell, I—I—haven't the means—' •Good God! this a time to think of money?'

The old man put bis band on Cortrell's sleeve and nodded without speaking. Jackey waa already up stairs, orylng ov#r the old valise as she packed it. She took Nalbro's slippers out of her drawer and put tbem in, and ahe tried to write to hia wife, and •Dear, dear sister Jenny,' and ahe coul go no farther but aba put tbe

slip of an*

She thought tbey would

SXESS.

When the two men went down tbe •tieet, ahe stood at tbe door and looked after them. Tbey were going to Nalbro and she could go no farther than tbe door. Yet nobody in tbe, world loved him as ahe did.

It Is the woman who must always stay ot home and wait. It waa a silent journey* Tbey rarely spoke to each other, but they read and re read tbe letter often. Otice Father Jaquett said abruptly: 'How have tbey lived if he had no work?' •Jenny•She is such a mere child! That Is not possible.'

•I think It was Jenny. After awhile the older mao broached

that Nalbro is—is cured.' •No,' promptly. 'Bat if he was safe, Jenny would Have come home or written for money. She must have thought that this constant effort and the obance of success was necessary to bim. That it waa not safe to risk him to a hamdrum life after be was defeated in his

gr^Then

w^t'good cah we do?' blankly.

'I thought it would all be set right as soon as

got our hands on tbo chil

dren.' But Cortrell's face did not brighten. •They have a bard fight, Parson. God knows whether any human being can help them or not.' [TO BBCONTINUED.]

MORSELS FOR SUNDAY CONTEMPLATION. It is good to be deaf when the slanderer begins to talk.

Many people find their only happiness in forcing themselves to be unhappy. The man who studies to be revenged only manages to keep his own wounds green.

A rush of thoughts is the only conceivable prosperity that can come to as. People generally regard religion as very necessary when one is dying, and terribly intrusive and iu the way at all other times.

There are two things io which we

ings

rages

never grow accustomed—the rava injustice of our time and the men.

iellow-

It Is heaven upon earth to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in Providence and tura upon the poles of truth.

An act by which we make one friend and one enemy is a losing game, because revenge is a much stronger passion than gratitude.

There is no more implacable enemy than he who feels he has wronged you, aud no more unhappy man than such an enemy.

Every angry man thinks he is right, and nine out of ten can see that they were wrong whea anger cools. The tenth is a fool.

The best application for the improvemeat of the countenance is a mixture of equal parts of serenity and cheerfulness. Anoiat the face morning,noon and night,

Whenever you commend, add your reasons for doing so it is this which distinguishes the approbation of a man of sense from the flattery Of sycophants and the admiration of fools.

Tbe real wants of nature are the measure of employments, as the foot is the measure of the shoe. We can call only the want of what is really necessary poverty,

When we are yoang we waste a great deal of time in imagining what we will do when we grow older, and when we grow old we waste an equal amount of time in wondering why we waited so long before we began to do anything.

The two ingredients of a seidlitz pow der produce a tremendous effervescence, butlt800n cools down, and nothing is left bat nauseous insipidity. Some.people's religion is of tbe same syrt.

A yoang man ought to cress his own rules, to awaken his vigor and to keep it from growing faint and rusty and there is no course of life so weak and sottish as that which is carried on by rule and discipline.

Little People.

A beautiful little Brooklyn girl being reproved the other day by her eider sister for using a slang expression, sharply replied: 'Well, if you went intj society more you would hear slang.''

A little girl who was somewhat out of sorts, but whose exact ailment no one had been able to discover, amended her evening prayer of 'God bless papa and mamma,' by adding, 'and cure me if there's anything the matter with me.' tils mother was mending his primer, which showed sad evidences of wear and tear. He looked on for awhile in a brown study, and then said 'Ma, why are you like tbem prize opera lingers?' 'I'm sure I don't know my child, why

Because your're a primer darner.' A little girl of our acquaintance wanted a piece of blue ribbon, and was told that if she wore it she was not to cry or 'act up.' Her sister refused to take her visiting one day and she began to cry, but, on noticing the blue ribbon, said 'If I didn't have on this ribbon I'd howl.'

A shrewd eld lady said of her minister 'he never told a lie in tbe pulpit.' Tbis is different from the experience of the little daughter of a well known Brooklyn dominie. He was once telling a most marvelous story, at which some of bis bearers expressed their doubts. The little girl said: 'Now Pop, is that really true, or is it only preaching.'

When anew boy appears at one of our oity schools the otber boys don't say anything to bim at all—unless it Is to inquire: 'Ssay, you, what's yer name?' •'Whra yer daddy Where d'ye live •What reader you in?' 'Is tbem yer Sunday close 'Got a watch *Goii»' to treat and winding up with a general invitation to fight. They fight.—St. Lot)is Spirit.

The pig was thus written up by a Georgia boy: 'The pig is about as big as a sheep only a pig's wool isn't good for making stockings Of. Why is a pig like tree? Because he roots that is a connndrum. A pig washes himself in the mud. A pig haa four lega, one under each corner of bis body. Tbey pickle pig's feet, bat not until after tbe pig is done using 'em. A pig squeals awful when it rains, alao when you pull its tail. A pig has got a first-rate voice for squealing, and he gruntawhen be feels well. You can't make a whistle cn a pig's tail *ooa it's crooked. Why is a pig like Tommy Grunt? *Oo« he's got nose In everybody's business. This is another conundrum which Is all I know about a pig.'

Yanrvros (the world's great safety valve) again threaten! an eruption— always uncontrollable by human effort. Eruptions of tbe physical ayttem, as Bolls, Pimples, etc., are natnre'a safety means to warn tbe sufferer that bu blood needs entire purification—most quickly and effectually accomplished by using Dr. Bull's Blood Mixture.

A CAJKD.

Hons.

People who still adhere to we" look-at-your-tonguo-and-feel of-your-pulse doctor sometimes express not little curiosity in regard to Dr. R.

Hewitt

To all wbo are suffering from tbe error* and indiscretions of youth, nervous weakness, early decay, loss of manhood, etc.. I will send a recipe that will cure you, FREE OF CHARGE. This great remedy was discovered by a missionary in South America. Send a self-addressed ENVELOP* to the Rsv.

JOSKPH T. IJTMAJT,

Station D, Bible House, New York CSty. OctSBJy

Pierce

original method of distinguishing all forms of chronic disease without personal consultation. Some even suppose that be accomplishes this through clairvoyance, or some other 'species of professional jugglery. All this Is utterly false. He claims to determine disease by the rational methods of science only. Says Comley in his Biographical Encyclopedia of New York State, speaking of tbis distinguished physician: "He perceived that in each of the natural sciences the investigator proceeded according to a system of signs. The geologist in bis cabinet accurately determines and describes the eieft of rock, which he has never seen, from a minute specimen on his table. And the chemist in bis laboratory notes the constituents of the sun with the same precision that he analyses a crystal of rock salt. Tbe analogous system developed by Dr. Pierce in Medical Science is worthy of his genius, and has made his name justly celebrated." For a full explanation of this ingenious system of diagnosis, see the People's Common Sense Medical Adviser, sent, postpaid, to

any

address on receipt of

one dollar and fifty cents. Address the author, R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.

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J. H. Reader .__Center Point, Ind Owen Klssner ^.Fairbanks, Ind C. L. C. Bradfleld

palermo1I|li'

E. Davis —.Coal Bluff, Ind Wm. Lewis Darlington,lud W. B. Martyn .....Carlisle, Ind Clement Harper Kiddietow*, Ind W. R. Landreth ....Casey,llU D. E. FltcheW Cartersburg, Ind T. J. Hutchinson- ......Dana, Ind E.A. Kurt* Oakland, 111* Seth B. Melton ..Hunters, Ind W. L. Flannerg. Cloverdale. Iml

EWING MACHINES

REPAIRED AMD AB1C8TEO

the very best manner and warranted werk, by JOSEPH FOLK, No. 822 Mali street, north side, between 3rd and 4t) streets, up stairs. Don't condemn your cliincanr.il Mr. FOLK has had a look at for tbe real trouble may be very lljrlit nn« toe cost of repairing a mere trifle. rtn» l-»~ needles and oil eonstanUy on han«i

Jnne)9-t

PIANOS

Lively is the Word! DAN REIBOLD'S.

Men's Boets, $2.00, worth SI 00. Men's Harsome Gaiters, 12.50, Men's Calf Alexis, worth ft. (.

worth to.(0.

Men's Calf Favorite, $2.60, worth f5.C0. Men's Calf Alexis. $1.50, worth $2.50. Ladles' I Pebble Polish, $1X8, worth $1.50. Ladies' I Pebble Side-lace, $1.25, wori f2.«X Ladles' Lasting Slippers, 50c, worth $l.no. Misses' Pebble Buttou, $1.25. worth S2.C0. Misses' Pebble Slde lace, $125, worth 82.00. Misses' Pebble Polish, $1.00, worth $1-75.

Children's Shoes at all prlccs. A large line of Boots, Shoes and Slippers. In short, don't fall to call aod see

DANIEL REIBOLD,

ATTHE

BOSS SHOE STORE

& No. 300 Main Street.

XOIE.

We are pleased to Inform the publi,c cur friends and patrons especially, that we have succeeded in getting a large supply of superior northern

LAKE ICE

With which to serve tbem the coming season. Our prices are as elioap as the cheapest. WE ARE CITIZENS OF TERRE IIAIITE, anu respectfully ask a continuance of their support,

L. P. PERDUE,

Terre Haute Ice Company, 622 Main Street

CITY

MARBLE WORKS.

Wife

M.HANRAHAN,

Manufacturer and dealer in American and Italian Marble and Scotch Granite Monuments. Tomb Ston«s, Urns, Vases, Garden Figures and Statuary

Shop, 120 south Third j-treet, between Ohio and Walnut, east side, Terre Haute, Ind. Piist-class material aud workmanship.

F. PROBST,

Wholesale and Retail Dealer in

QF THE

MOULDINGS^,

PICTURE FRAMES!

523% MAIN STREET.

Pictures of every description framed in the mot approved manner, and at the lowest rates.

OUT SO AGENTS 1 Dealers in the surrounding country-,sup-plied at Cincinnati ra'es.

K£n?°*'}nS

TTACHMENT NOTICE.

State of Indiana, county of Vigo. Able Scyoc vs. Leonldas Chapln, before A. H. Sparks, J. P., of Otter reek township.

Whereas, It has been made to appear before me, by the return of Price J. Thomas, constable, to. the writ of attachment and summons Issued herein, that property has been attached, and the defendant not found, he is thereiorehereby notified of the pendeucy of this action, and that the same will be heard and determined by me. at my offlce in said township, county and State, on the 24th day of June, 1878, at nine o'clock a* m.

Given under my hand and seal this, 25th dsyof May, A D.l» 8. [^EAL.J A. H. SPARKS, J. P.

QTATE OF INDIANA* VIGO County—Circuit Court, April Term, Notice i» hereby given that John W. DavK Administrator with the will annexed of Christoff Meyer, deceased, has filed his petition to sell the Real. Estate of t_be

will bebearu on »aiuraay, jane um, ioio, being the lastday of the April Term of said Circuit rourt of Vigo County. witness niy hand this 25th day of May, 1878. J«HN If. IJURKAM, CLERK.

EVIDENCE PAST DISPUTE

TO PROVE THE

MATCHLESS aDALITIES

AND

30 LP AT

THE PALACE OF MUSIC,

Better evidence la sorely not needed than tbe following: For tbe past twenty rs the instruments of several makers have been constantly isold attbis estat^ il. .l. bmhm

WAR* WW IOTICUUICUM VI WNW UJUS '."OR U.M.I.

Tishment. During tbe same time tbe Sisters

branches, have bad In constant use these

with tbe Pianos of otber makers not sold bv

a twenty years' trial, are now pronounced wholly UNRIVALED.

Notice to All Piano and Organ Owners.

This )a tbe only establishment in Terre Haote that baa workmen who practically acquired toning and repairing at tbe manufactory of Pianos and Organs. All orders in and out

L. KUSSNER'S:to.attendedpromptlycitytbeof

PALACE OFMUSIC,

Sonth Side of Public Square, Terre Haute.

J-,.'

ORGANS

ATLJ

Mitamv «t St. Marv s. ana

Aodemy

instrnmer's,

at AUiy s, ana

testing

them

me,

right along

IM.J bv whom my Pianos, after