Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 50, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 8 June 1878 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

9KRRE HAUTE, JUNE 8,1878

ASLEEP AT THE SWITCH. The first thing I remember WM Carlo tag «rtng With the sleeve of my coat In his teeth, palling, as much as to say: "Come, master, awake and tend to tne switch—lives now depend npon yon Think of the souls in the coming train and the graves you are sending them to, Think of the mother and babe at her breast, think of the father and son, Think of the lover and loved one too, think of them doomed every one, To fall, as It were by yonr very hand, Into yon fathomless ditch, Murdered by one who should guard them

Irom barm, who cow lies asleep at the switch." 1 sprang up amazed, rcaree knew where stood,si—*---I could hear

AU§ NMW«W RVWW AMVTV stood, sleep hac overmastered me so ild hear tne wind hollowly howling, and the deep river da*hlng below: I could bear the forest trees rustling as the leaves by the tempest wer? fanned. Bat what was that noise in the distance?

That—I could not understand I heard itat flrstindistinctly, like the rolling of some muffled drum Then nearer and nearer it came to me, and made my very ears hum. What Is this light that surrounds me and seems to set tire to my brain? What whistle's that yelling so shrilly? now. it's the train!

God! I kn«»w now.

Judge I could see,

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We often stand facing some danger and seem to take root to the place. Bo I stood with this demon before me, its heated breath scorching my face Its headlight made day of the darkness and glared like the eyes of some witch. The train was almost upon me before I remembered the switch. I sprang to It, seizing it wildly, the train dashing fast down the track. The switch resisted my efforts—some devil seemed holding it back. On, on, came the fiery-eyed monster, and shot by my face like a flash I swooned to tne earth the next moment, and knew nothing after the crash. How long I lay there unconscious were Impossible for me to tell. My stupor was almost a heaven, my waking almost a hell— For I then heard the piteous moaning and shrieking of hosoands and wives, And 1 thought of the day we all shrink from, when I must account for their lives. ... Mothers rushed by me like maniacs, their eyes staring madly and wild Fathers, lasing their courage, gave way to their grief like a child Children searching for parents I noticed as by me they sped, And lips thatcouid form naughtbut"Mamma" were calling for one perhaps dead My mind was made up in a second—the river should hide me away— When, under the rafter* still burning,Isud denly noticed there lay A little white hand. She who owned it was doubtless an object of love To one whom her loss would drive frantic, though she guarded him now from above. I tenderly lifted the rafters and quietly laid them one side. How little she thought of herjeurney when she left for this last fatal ride! I lifted the last log from off her, and, while searching for some spark of life, Turned her little face np In the starlight, and recognized—Maggie, my wife E O Lord! Thy hand Is a hard one. At a wow thou hast shattered my pride My life will be one endless night-time with

Maggie away from my side. Bow often we've sat down and piotured the

scenes In our long happy life How I'd strive through all of my life-time to build up a home for my wileHow people w*uld envy us always In our cox and neat little nest, When I would do all of the labor and Mag ale should all the day restHow one of God's blessings might cheer us when some day I perhaps should be rich tall of mv dreams have been shattered while I lay there asleep at the switch. I fancied I stood on my trial the Jury and

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And every eye lu the court room was steadfastly fixed upon me: ,, ... And fingers were pointed in scorn till I felt my face blushing blood red, And the next thing I heard were the words "Hung by the neck until dead." Then I lelt myself pulled once again, and my hand caugut tight hold of a dress. And I heard, "What's the matter, dear Jim?

You've had a bad nightmare I guess 1" And there stood Maggie, my wife, never a scar from the diteb. I'd been taking a aap in my bed, and had not been asleep at the switch.

The Family Curse.

A DOMESTIC 8TORY.

BY MRS. KSBECCA HARDING DA VIS, Author of "Life in the Iron Mills," "Dallas Galbraitb," "John Androe," etc.

...: CHAPTER XVII. The address which Clarke ha* sent was to a street in the suburbs of Jersey City. The two men glanced at each other with quick relief when they turned into It. The dwellings were meagre tod poor, but scattered, and the air was fresh. They both had their minds filled with horrible tales of crowded New York tenement houses. •Number thirty-six,' said Oortrell, •topping before a tali, plastered house of three rooms, plied one on top of the other. •Who lives here, my man?' to a boy busy la whittling away the doorstep. 'Me and my mother'—jerking his thumb over his shoulder to a written eard on the shutter:

Machine-sewing,

by Deborah Wilson'—nod Jaquetts. But you'll have te go to the loft tor them,' Oortrell motioned Father Jaquett before him up the rickety, wooden atairoase. He could not speak he had not thought there was so little of the man •bout him. He tried to forget it was Jenny who was behind that wooden door up yonder, and fixed his eyes on the poor little preacher's feeble steps, and th* white hair hanging down under his shovel bat. The door was only latched. They entered without knocking. The room was vacant. They atoppod uncertainly. It wan a garret, with •helving sides the floor was bare,* but the wiudow* that overlooked the river were curtained with cheap pink paper muslin, and the only two seats in the room were rocking chairs. 'This Is Jenny's room,' said her father confidently, nodding to them.

There was hasty step behind them on the stain. 'Did thee wish to see Mrs Jsqustt?' said a woman in the door—a woman with ft lean, sharp, chapped fece, and the kindest eyes In the world. 'I'm Deborah Wilson—thee to a friend of ben?' without taking breath. •I'm her father.' •I knew It when thee came to the gate. She has thy features. I'm glad thee has oome.' *3ho shs T* •She's alive-she is out of all danger Mw, and growing strong again.' •Was Jenny HIT'

The woman looked at him before re plying. When she answered, he saw that she kepi something back. •She waant right weu. Her strength wa»ted*away before, thee sees. She had nothing 1» meet any drain on It It will be all right now, though.'

Oortrell turned to Father Jaquett. *Tbey have wanted food,' he said loudly. Thee mustn't worry. It's all over now, She's able-to baste for me with the shop work again. We kept the

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trouble from the young man always, as much as we could. He was busy with the engine, his great invention, thee knows.' •Where are theyT' •Why, this is the trial day—hasn't thee heard? I thought all the city would be on the wharr. He took her with him she begged so hard and I wrapped her up warm. They ve looked forward to it so long, it'll end everything for them, one way or another.' •Is his invention on trial at last? T2" •Thee doesn't know then? It's Samuel Lewis, a director of an ocean steamer line, that has taken it up, but they're trying it on a boat in the Hudson River. There's a committee of engineers to try it. If it is worth anything at all, Friend Lewis says, it is worth a great fortune to Nalbro. To-day will decide it. She'll never get him to try it again.' She glanced nervously out at the sun, ad ding something about its being near noon, and almost time for the steamer to start. •We had better go and find the children, Father Jaquett.'

They looked significantly at each other and at the woman. But the question they would have asked neither of them could speak. ..

Sbe had been watching them keenly, meanwhile. There is something I would like to show thee,' to Oortrell, 'if thee will sit down and wait a minute,' her rasped face growing unaccountably smiling and red. She disappeared with most un-Quaker like baste, and in moment came in with a bundle of flan nel and blanket shawls. •There thee is, my little man!' floppin] down the lump upon Cortrell's broa knees, and standing back, twitching down her calico sleeves. •Is this?—I—I never thought of this looking down helplessly at It—'Jenny child?'his voice quavering.

Father Jaquett stooped over, took it up without a word, ana carried it in bis trembling hands to the window. The Colonel followed him. The woman was

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to begin the list of its perfections, ut seeing their faces, was wisely silent. After a little while, Cortrell pulled out his red bandana handkerchief, blew his nose once or twice, and began to laugh. •Did you ever see such an Hgly little phi*? But it's like Jenny.

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soul! Jenny used to be just such an other, turned up nose and all!. Tut! Tut!' •It has Nalbro'shair and mouth.' •So it has. Lord! see it double up its fist! And now it's winking, as if it understood you, Parson. How old's this fellow, ma'am?' •Only a month.' •Isn't it oncommon large for that age? I thought so. Well, we'll have to leave it awhile. We'll be back presently, Master Jaquett,'putting the tiny band to his mouth. 'Jenny's baby! Tut! Tut!'

Deborah took it on one arm, slapped it over on its back, and brought its trailing skirts in order with a dexterous jerk. 'There's it's aunty's blessed child, eo it is! You hfed better take the next train for Tarrytown,' turning to them 'the boat was to run up that far, and Nalbro aud Jenny would wait there to know the result. You'll find them there.'

The Colonel hurried down the stairs, but Father Jaquett lingered. 'I think I understand what you have been to our children,' he began, hesitating. 'Maybe better days will come to us all some day, and 'Thee must not say any more. Jenny has been a good friend to me. She never remembered that I was only a cobbler's daughter, and ill taught. Tbee has no time to lose. Bring back good news for baby.'

Good news seemed much nearer to both of the men, going down the areaking steps, than wnen they went up. A new breath of courage and hope seemed to have come with that baby into the world. Mr. Jaquett began to twirl his hickory cane as they went down the street, and to laugh with the long forgotten hearty chuckle. •Who would ever have thought of that now? A remarkably fine youngster, I think, Cortrell?' •Oh! thar's no doubt of that!' •It will make a different man of Nalbro, eh? to have a child of his own?' the anxious shadow coming back.

^'CHAPTER XVIII.

They missed the way to the ferrymissed the way to the railroad depot they were hustled from cab to cab apd, finally were too late for the earlier train. It was almost evening Before they were at last seated, sweeping along the bank of the Hudson, with the gray ramparts of the Palisades on the other side—both of them out of humor and out of heart. 'Hudson—humph! The Upper Ohio scenery is far finer than this.' growled the Colonel, leaning back, and disdaining to look out again.

Father Jaquett had no thought for scenery it might have been the Rhine or a canal he looked on, for all he knew. He watched every steamer, large and small, that they passed, with aching eyes. One of them was laden with Naibro's fate. He began to realize what it was the boy bad fought for—not money, but hia one obance of manhood.

For Nalbro bad been born and fitted for his work, as muoh as the poet or the pbet for his and the stimulus of this legitimate work alone would suffice to fight back that devil In his flesh perpetually dragging him down. Even that poor child, Jenuy, be thought, must nave seen how essential success in this istter was to his cure, or sbe would tve brought him back before now.

They had both supposed that there would be a great crowd in Tarrytown to witness'the result of the trial. Surely nothing so Important could have occurred in New York to-day. But when the train stopped.momentarily at the station and they hurried feverishly out, no one was in view but a few drivers of quiet family carriages, that waited at a little distance for the furred and white

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a mod young ladies, and grlzxly wbisgentlemen, their newspapers in their hands, who were leisurely leaving the train. •We are too late byur,' whispered Oortrell. 'The trial's over no doubt, and the people gone back to New York.' •The citizens can tell us how it resulted then.'

Father Jaquett was more master of the situations in this foreign country than the Colonel. He walked down the hilly street, outwardly cool, though hia heart fluttered within him.

But though every boy they met could ivetbem the Tribune Timee, and the European news, and though any oabman could take them, "gentlemen being at ranger* to Sleepy Hollow or Bridge of the Headless Horseman for two dollars,' nobody bad heard of Nalbro or bis trial. 'Can we have mistaken the town, Pathet Jaquett?'

A gentleman on the lan steps, who bad been observing them for some time stepped forward and touched his hat. •Jaquett? Is it the young machinist of whom you are in search, gentlemen?' 'Yes, sir—Nalbro. Nobody knows him. Nobody seems te know anything in this infernal village.' 'I know .Mm,' smiling: *at least I know that I oame here this afternoon

with Mr. Lewis to hearth* result of trial of some machinery of this young man's oontrivauoe. There is the steamer. Sbe ought to be up in ten minutes DQW«'

He pointed to a small white and gilt railed boat coming up the river. Neither of them answered him, looking at her. He wstched them with an amused curiosity, thinking bow, strong emotion was in country bred people, and how essily stirred to the light. •What chances has the boy, air?' said the Colonel, shading his eyes, to better see the boat. •I cannot tell you until she is in. If the invention be what he claims, its use will no doubt be enforced as a measure of safety. He can sell the patent for a high price. I thought of buying it myself. Though his better plan would be to keep the royalty.' •I'm sure Nalbro will take your advice,' cordially. •I don't know the young man personally,'dryly. 'Mr. Lewis does, and is very anxious that the experiment should succeed for his wife's sske. He is with them down in that house by the river, waiting for the Quetn to oome in.'

We'll go down. We are your debtors, sir.' The Colonel made an old fashioned bow, and offered bis arm to Fat her Jaquett, while Carr, the New nodded quick and pleasantly. a ningthe coarse brown elbthes ti»nt "bagged over bis bulky six feet oi muscle, the diamond studs in his ample shirt front, snd the old leather watch chain, with grave, unseeing oyes."

It was a clear, cold afternooto a fine, powderv snow was falling, tbat threw a baza of dimness and distance over the drowsy village and hills, asleep oven thus early in the day, and the broad^ river up which the steamer came slowly.

The house to which he had pointed them was a gable ended Dutch cottage, with a quaint old garden opening on the water.

There was a group of two or three peo-

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le at the end of the long stoop, and Mr. came up on it unnoticed. The men had their backs to them, but a tall, thin woman, sitting wrapped in a shawl, with her yellow hair tucked up in a comb, they saw plainly.

Father Jaquett touched the Colonel's arm. 'There is Jenny. She is so—so altered, Cortrell.' The tears were in the old man's eyes.

But the Colonel did not move nor speak. Mr. Jaquett jerked him by the sleeve. 'Come in the shsdow of this lattice. I can't speak to the children before those stranger*.'

One of the men turned bis face presently. It was Nalbro. There was the old white hat and the frayed gray tweed coat be wore when he left them. He bad known great want in the meantime. They could see that in the Bunken jaws under the heavy black whiskers. They' bene forward breathless. The old mans sight failed him.

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•Cortrell?' Vu« •The boy's eyes are clear, and his skin is clear. Thar's the look of the man in his face that wasn't thar before, thank

There was a footstep on the gravel behind them, and their Iriend of the inn stepped up on the stoop. 'There seems to De some lilt-eh in the working yonder,' nodding, in his composed way, to the steamer. 'I'm at'raid tbe new ideas a failure. She ought to have been in here five minutes ago,' glancing at his

'We'don't drive matters out West as you do in New York,' retorted the Colonel sharply. 'Nalbro knows what he's about. He'd make tbe machine work leisurely for safety.'

But his countenance fell he walked away irom tbo others to witob the steamer oome In.

She moved unevenly, with foreboding slowness. Through the bars of the lattice he could see Jenny watching her. The boat stopped, swung around. The poor woman whose whole life was now risked on this last chance got up, her blue lips moving, but uttering no sound. 'The engine has failed,' she tried to say.. She turned her back on it, and took Nalbro's hand, stroking it. But be did not notice her, looking over her shoulder. 'Sit down, wife, sit down!' his breath coming short, when he tried to speak. •They are only aground,'said tbe old Quaker, cheerfully. •See, now they're off again! They are putting in. I'll go down and learn the result for thee.'

He went dowathe garden walk hastily. The little boat grated along the sand for a moment, and ran in shore. Nalbro made a step to follow him, and then drew back, and stood quiet. Jenny covered ber eyes with his hand.

They threw out a plank from the steamer, and two or threw gentlemen came over it, and stood talking eagerly to tbe old Friend. There was a breathless silence the snow fell steadily, soft and slow, powdering tbe black coats of the men with white. Even the New Yorker, Carr, looking from the old men beaide him to Nalbrn, and tbe thin, worn woman, felt his heart quicken its beats as he waited.

Friend Lewis left the group at last and came up tbe path. He walked with his usual deliberate gait and impassive face. •It's all over,' groaned Oortrell, shaking his head.'

He came up the steps. Nalbro met him. •Thy invention,' with eareful slowneas •has had a thorough trial, and it Is a complete sacceaa. Thee will do great rooa and save by it many livee.'

Nalbro bowed gravely. Then he turned and held outhia arms. •Jenny, Jenny!' It was hardly above a whisper, but it brought the tears even to the old Quaker's eyes.

A door from the stoop opened into a comfortable little room, In which a wood fire was burning brightly. Nalbro led bis wife into it, and Friend Lewis was following them, but Carr came behind blm ana touched him on the shoulder with a word. Then be nodded, smiling, back to the two old men, and led him sway to the river.

When they opened the door eoftly, Jenny was having a hearty cry, while Nalbro laughed at her. putting tLe ears of a great yellow bound that lay in front of the fire, winking bis bright eyes. 'Do vou know what's happened to-day Blander? I told yoa what the thing was worth, Jenny! I knew tday would oome some time!' •What will they say at home?' Sbe sobbed and laughed. 'That's what I think of now.*

Blander roee with a grewl. Colonel Cortrell's voice was like a sabdoed roar. Why children! children!' he cried. Bat Father Jaquett stood trembling and silent, looking at Nalbro. He oonld find no worda for them.

Tbesocoesaofthe engine seemed to him bat a paltry matter. Buitkiakis »on had be*n oaod, andwat ative again.

CHAPTER XIX.

There was a longdelav before they could leave New York. Friend Lewis and Carr, who became hts partner in the matter, undertook all busioeas arrange

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ments. Nalbro retained bia royalty In the invention. 'But I will begin tbe manufacture in my own town,' he eaid. *No, to be sure it's not a clean or attractive place, but tbe very smell of soot is bome like to me, and I wdnt leave tbe old folks-while I live.'

Carr, who was a shrewd business man, and consequently liberal, advanced him what present sums be needed, foreseeing tbe fortune wsiting for Uiem both. This money Nalbro invested In some secret wav aboat which he counselled with Cortrell', and it was this investment which delayed them in New York.

Anybody may be sure that Jackey did not brook the delay with patience. Sbe said nothing of Nalbro's coming. Tbat lay too deep for words, perhaps. But of tbe baby she talked incessantly.

It was the first subject In which she and Mrs. Cortrell has ever heartily been in accord. But they were quite in uni son as to the fact of its size and beauty (two photographs, side and front views, having been sent to them), and also to tbe certainty tbat Jenny was no more fit to mansge it than a yearling lamb would be.

They borrowed patterns, right and left they cut out and sewed for it day and night—Mrs, Cortrell buying new cambric and lace, and poor Jackey wing up all her old pieces of finery.

At last the day came when they had promised to arrive. The Colonel, oddly enough, appeared alone in the morning.

There bad t-een a polite dispute and a good deal of bitter feeling under it, as to where the party—baby and suite—were to be entertained. Mrs. Cortrell poured out her mind to tbe Colonel. 'Of course, it's nature for Jackey to want her brother. But what sort of a place is that to take him, putting all question of me and Jenny aside? Heav en knows I'm used to being put aside! Nalbro will be a leading man here. I've been inquiring into tbat New Yerker, Lewis's capital, and there's none of the iron men here can compete with him. Nalbro ought to take his proper place at once. What kind of a parlor have the Jaquetta for bim to reoeive callers? No, they eome here! I've not got tbe hoiland off the furniture for nothing.. I say, Cortrall! what kind of a house will Nalbro build for Jenny? Did you hear him say? I suppose he'll have the New York plans. I wish Jenny had called around on ber acquaintances, and seen what was the very latest in the way of furniture. Maybe she did.

By which it will be seen that a discreet silence had been preserved to Mrs. Cortrell on the history of the last year.

Tbe Colonel was silent and mysterious and busied himself in town somewhere all day. When evening came, Ben, in a fever of importance, stopped with the old chaise at the door of the little house by the creek, for Jackey. 'De train's in, Miss Jaquelin'! I tink dey's arriv'!'

Jackey (who had given up to Mrs. Cortrell*late in tbe day) felt a last bitter throb in ber heart, as she got into the carriage, at going to that woman's to see Nalbro. But it was Nalbco! He was coming home—saved! She forgot every thing but tbat in a little while, even,the baby. '^r 'v-f ,,

It was nearly dark she sat back in the closed carriage, not noticing where they were going, nor that Ben drove slow or fast, accommodating his pace to another vehicle in front of them. But at last she leaned forward. Surely It was time tbey were going up the hills to the Cortrell farm! Then Ben stopped with a jerk, aud flung open tbe door. There was tbe old equare stone bouse, with the Virginia creepers over it, where the. Jaquett'8 for generations had been born and died. There was the apple orchard every tree of which she and Nal bro bad climbed to the top. She looked round dizzily.

Miles away tbe furnace pillars of fiery sparks burned red and saffron in the gathering darkness, but here tbe lights shone from behind the wbite curtains which she had made for these windows herself long ago, aud in the open, cheerful doorway were her father aud Nalbro and Nalbro's baby! 'We are all here now, dear sis. and this is home forever,' said the old fellow, hugging her in his old bear fashion and tbat was all that was said about it.

It would be very bard for the young Jaquetts, of whom there are now three, to tell where their bome is. Nalbro never built a house for Jenny when ber -mother died, tbey went home to live with the old Colonel. He was gloomy and remorseful for along time after his wife's death. 'That last pack was too muoh for her,' he was used to say. 'I ought to have took a stand and turned the infernal sheets and tubs out long before. Jenny, Jenny, she was one of the best of wiinmen. We will never look upon ber like

ain.' The first thing that diverted at al from his grief was the necessity of buying a donkey for Nalbro's boy.

It in a very noisy, jolly household. Tb* Colonel^ face is redder and bis voice more like a hurricane than ever. His jokes grow with every year. As for. Nalbro, when work In the foundry Is over for tbe day, and he comes home, be is the ringleader of them all. Nobody, down to the least child, can carry out a plan unle»s be is the captain, and Blunder, who is growing fat and lazy, has bis share.

The children and Nalbro have cat a path straight down to tbe Jaquett hou*e. It takes such a little while for the boys to scamper down to their grandfather and Aunt Jackey, tbat they are there half the time, and, as I said, hardly know where home is. Then mother usually saunters after tbem, stopping to chat with Deborah Wilson, who lives in one of the tenant housea.

Jenny is a middle aged woman now, large and soft and fair sbe dresses in delicate colors, and there Is always In tbe air about her a faint perfume or mignonette. Sbe Uvea but for Nalbro and bis boys. 'The bouse keeps itself,' Jackey says, laughing. 'Yet It's oomfortable enough, I'll acknowledge.' Jackey Is fond of Jenny, after all. 'She la amia ble,' sbe says to her father. 'Her temper is as sweet and fresh as milk, and if sbe had a little more character to influence Nalbro and the boys, aa tbey grow np, I wouldn't have a word to my.'

Father Jaquett has a different opinion of ber. In tbe evenings, when be and Jacqueline go up, as they always do when it Is time for Nalbro to oome bome he and Jenny have long talks upon every subject. There ia one, however, of which be only ppoke once. Tbey were watching Nalbro one evening coming np tbe hill with Jackey, tbe boys hanging tp ber. Bia bat waa off and tbe wind, blew his hair about. Jenny held her baby up to see him,her eyea kindUag an •he looked Into hia face and beard his laugh. •God ban beard our prayers,' said the old man softly, •Yea, the fight Is over forever,' eaid tbe Colonel, who stood beside them, In a •olemn tone. 'With Nalbro, It was the wont of fights, when death baa hia nip on soul and body both. Prayers help tbe soul, no doubt, Parnen. But whan the flesh la concerned, I'd treat It as fleah, and it's ailmenta aa dieeaee. Tbat'e my theory. I explained that to Jen ay one*, aad* she acted on it.'

But Jenny was silent. She strained ber boy closer to ber breast, giving him, as sbe did every day for the future coming, both soul and body, to God's care.

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J. C. Wilson Charleston, Ills Hiram Lickllghter ..Annapolis, Ills f. K.

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Strother Mlddlebury, Ind F. J.8. Robinson Gloverland, Ind JoeT. ftfcCoskey YoungsU»wn, Ind W. B. Hodge Yerk, Ills A. O. Kelly „....Bloomlngdale, Ind J. D. Connelly Annapolis, Ino J. W. Russell A Co. Armiesburg, Ind E. K. Herrick Kan*®?, Ills J. H. Reader .Center Point, Ind Owen KIssner Fairbanks, Ind C. I* C. Bradfield Patermo, 11is E. Davis ......Coal Bluff, Ind Wm. Lewis Darlington, Ind W. B. Martyn ...Carlisle, Ind Clement Harper Mlddletowa, Ind W. R. Landreth

Jswim

v....Casey,

Lively is the Word! DAN RMBOLB'S.

Men's Boots, 12.00, worth 00. Men's Harsome Gaiters, $2^0. wor. So.l0. Men's Calf Alexis, 12.50, worth M. Men's Calf Favorite, 13.00, worth ?5.C0, Men's Calf Alexis, *1.50, worth $2.50. Ladies' I Pebble Polish, «1.06, worth $1.50 Ladies' I Pebble Side-laoe, $1.25, worth $2.(0. Ladles'Lasting Slippers, 50c, worth $1.00. Misses' Pebble Button, 11.25. worth $2.19. Misses' Pebble Side-lace, $125, worth $2.00. Misses' Pebble Polish, $1.00, worth #1-75.

Children's Shoes at all pric*». A large line of Boots, Shoes and Slippers. In shot t, don't tell to call and see

DANIEL REIBOLD,

AT THE

BOSS SHOE STORE

1 No. 300 Main Street.

ICE.

We are pleased to Inform the pubH,6 cur friends and patrons especially, that we have succeeded in getting a large supply of superior northern

T.ATTTfl ICE if

to.'«

With which to serve them the coming ceason. Our prices. ape as «hcap as the cheapost. WE ARE CITIZENS OF TERRE HAUTE, ana respectfully ask a continuance of ihelr support. I

a L.F. PERDUE,

Terra Haute Ice Company, tf22 Maid Street

CITY

MARBLE WORKS.

M. HANRAHAN,

Manufacturer aud dealer in Amer cuu an Italian Marble and Scotch Grantte Monuments, Tomb Stones, Urns, Vases, Garden Fi gnres and Stat uA ry

Whop, 120 south Third street, between Ohio and Walnut, east side, Terre Haute, Ind, Flist-alass material and workmanship.

F. PROBST,

I1U

D. K. Citchett.... Cartersburg, Ind T. J. Hutchinson^— ......liana, Ind K. A. Kurtz ...................Oakland, Ills Beth B. Melton Hunters, Ind W. L. Flannerg Cloverdale. Ind

SEWING

MACHINES

BEPA1BKB AMD A»JIT»TEf» In the very best manner and warranted werk, by JOSEPH FOLK, No. &2 Mali street, north side, between 8rd and 4ti streets, up stairs. Don't condemn your ma chine until Mr. FOLK has bad a look at 1. for the real trouble may be very light »»nc tne cost ft repairing a mere trine, it" i*neeriles and oil constantly on hand

Wholesale and Retail Dealer Iii

MOULDINGS,

•—AND

PICTURE FRAMES!

523% MAI.S STREET.

Pictures of every description framed In the mot approved manner, and at the low st rates. ....

STNO AGENTS! Dealers in the surrounding countryisupplied at Cincinnati ra'ea.

^TTACHMENT NOTICE.

Hiateof Indiana, county of Vigo. Able Bcyoc vs. Leonidas ihapia, before A. 1A.I Sparks, J. P., of Otter reek township. 'M

Whereas, It has been made to apptnr bc| fore me, by the return of Price J. Thomas, constable, to the writ of attachment and summons issued herein, that property hps been attached, and the defendant not found,he is thereiore hereby notified of the pendency of this action, and that the sam§ will be heard and determined by me, at my| office in said township, county and State,' on the 24tb day of June, 1878, at nine o'clock ii. m.

Given under my band and seal this, 23th ",y'

OTATE

"1H. SPARKS, J. P.

OP INDIANA, VIGO

O Count: 1878.

County—Circuit Court, April Term, Notici Is hereby given that John W.I Davis Administrator with the will annexed or t'hriatoff Meyer, deceased, has filed his petition to sell the Real Estates the

will oe neaiu on oamruny, JUUO woi being the last day of the April Term of said I Circuit rourt of VigoConnty. I witness my hand this 26th day of May^l 1878. JOHN K. I)URKAW, CLERK.

EVIDENCE PAST DISPUTE

TO PROVE THE

MATCHLESS QUALITIES

-OF THE-r

PIANOS^ .... ORGANS

SOLD AT

THE PALACE Of MUSIC,

Better evidence is surely not needed than tbe following: For tbe past twenty years the instruments or several makers have been constantly ^sold "jlfjji*

fish men t. During the same' time tbe Sisters' Academy at 8kMa^s,and branebea, have bad in constant use tbeee inatrnmer'e, tenting tbem right slong witb the Pianoa of other maker* not sold by by wltorn my Pianoe, alter twenty years' trial, are now pronounoed wholly UNRIv A LED.

Notice to All Piano and Organ Owners!

This is tbe only establishment in Terre Haute tbat baa workmen who practfoaliy acquired toning and repairing st tbe manufactory of Pianoa and Organs. All order* in and out of tbe city promptly attended to.

L. KUSSNER'S

South Side of Public Square, Terre Haute.

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