Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 12, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 21 September 1878 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

A. PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

*1 OLD RACHEL. -f BY ELIZABETH CCXMING8.

Straight from the north the wind was fiercely blowing ,,

When some one rattled as old Rachels door, And cried. "Quick, let me in. Oh, how snowing 1 ^Tlie cold night wind has chilled me to

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They want a watcher for peor Gran'ther Roe And do yon think, good Rachel* yon can go. No answer came. The snow fell fast and faster

Surprised the messenger went on his way. ••Perhaps," he said, "perhaps I may have passed her. ,,

Most likely she's been nursing all the day." 'But no one that day in the little town seen the figure in the shabby gown

All knew so well. And when at evening meeting -«**•. Her place was vacant, people said, Hi

For twentj* years, Rachel, like Parson Wletiug,

Has not failed when the bell rings to here," And service o'er, they all by one consent Thi.aih storm and night to Rachel scottage went. "Rachel, Rachel, we are your friends and ne'fthbors

We want to know if yon are well to night. Thf-v shouted, till an echo came in quavers, "Friends and neighbors—well to-night^

Frightened at last the people forced the

And stepped in softly on the sanded floor

Upon her bed they found old Rachel lying Quite dead. She seemed in qniet, dream*'WhatmTw will de the poor, the sick and tly ins

The women cried, and straight began to weeps "The good old soul—her place we cannot

The men stood talking gravely, as men will

"TwKs said she died alone she should have married. Bhe wax good-looking many years a«o. But thev wlho for tlie bu:ial duties tarried

Found clasped upon her bosom, cold as An old-time pictuje set In ^learning pea-Is, A strong young face, huug round with ciiestnui curls. •"Faithful forever" was written on the gold

Ami they with reverence touohed it not, but left It 'neath thu white grave linen in her fingers old,

And whispered as they worked, "Not quite bereft Was Rachel, It was strange she never said *1 had a lover once, and he is dead! Then^h there was no one in the little ham-

She had not helped and cheered, who did not know The tall slim figure, wrapped in faded cam-

JJTbat'hand In hand with sorrow seemed to

Ther»?was not one who guessed how true and brave A heart old Rachel carried to her grave.

The Haunted Hotel

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A Mystery of Modern Venice.

BY WILKIE COLLINS. $

I" The Haunted Hotel," Wllkle Collins's Inst and best story, was commenced In The Mall, August 24, 1878—Vol. 9, No.9. Back numbers, Ave cents oach, enn be had at The Mall ofHoo, Or of news agents in this city aud neighboring towns.] 011A PTE

X.—CONTINUED.

In tho meantime Mrs. Ferrari held to ber resolution. She went straight from Mr. Troy's office to Newbury's liotel.

Lady Montbarry was at Dome, and alone. But the authorities hesitated to disturb hor when they found that the visitor declined to mention her name. Her. ladyship's new maid happened to cross tho hall while the matter was still in debate. Sho Was a Frenchwoman, and on being appealed to she settled the question In tne hwift, easy, rational French wdy •Madame's appearance was perfectly respectable. Madame might have reasons for not mentioning her Dame which tnlladl mijiht approve. In any case, th«r» het»K no orders forbidding the introduction of a strange lady, the matter cH»*r'y rested between madame and niiiudl. Would madame, therefore, good enough to follow miladl's maid up the stair*?'

In spiw of her resoiatlon Mrs. Ferrari's heart beat as if it would burst out of her bosom when her conduotresa led hpr Into nn ante room and knocked at a dour opouing Into a room beyond. But it Is remarkable that persons of sensitively nervous organisation are the very persons who are capable of forcing themselves (apparently by the exorcise of a spasmodic effort of will) into the performance of aots of the most audacious courage. A low, grave voice from the Inner room said, 'Oorae in.' The maid opening the d«or announced: 'A person to

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you, Miladl, on business,'

and Immediately retired. In the one instant while these events passod thnid lUUo Mrs. Forrari mastered her own throbbing heart stepped «ver the tbrosbold, conscious of her clammy hands, dry lips and burning head and stood in the presence of uorJ Montbarry's widow, to all outward appnaranee as supremely self possessed as her ladyship hersolf.

It was still early in *be afternoon, but the light lu the ro »ui was dim. The blinds in the room were drawn down. L*dy Montbarry sat with her back to tho windows, as if even the subdued daylight was disagreeable. She had ai to rod eadlv for the worse in hwr personal appearand si no® the memorable day when Dr. Wvbrow had seen her in bis consulting room. Her beauty wwigoue —her face had fallen away to mere skin and bono the contrast between her ghastly complexion and her steely, gilttiringDlack y«s was morestartlir than ever. Robed in ditim&l black, relieved only by the brilliant whiteness of her widow's cap—reclining in a panther like suppleness of attitude on a green ahojooked at the-stranger who had in traded on her wi«H a moment a languid curiosity, then dKij$*Md h«r e**3 a**iu to the hand screen she held l»tvreen her face and the fire. 'I don't know you,' she said "what do you want with me?'

Mrs. Ferrari tried to answer. Her first buret of courage had already wwn itself oat. The bold words she bid intended to speak were living words still 14 h§r mind, but they died on her Hp®.

Tiicto was a moment of silence. Lsdy Moiiibatry looked around again at the speechle*» xtraojp'r. 'Al» you deaf f* ahe a&k*l. There was mother pause. Lsdy Monitwrry quietly looked back again at the and put another question. 'DJscreen,

you want money

•MouevT That one word roosed the ainkinx spirit of the courier's wile. She recovered her courage. She found her *v-

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voice* 'Look at me, my lady, if yon please,* ahe said with a sudden outbreak of audacity.

Lady Montbarry looked around for the third time. The fatal words passed Mrs. Ferrari's lips. •I come, my lady, to acknowledge the receipt of the money sent to Ferrari's widow.' .,

Lady Montbarry's glittering black eyes rested with steady attention on the woman who bad addressed her in those terms. Not the faintest expression of oonfosion or alarm, not even a momentary flutter of interest stirred the deadly stillness of her face. She reposed as quietly, she held the screen as composedly as ever. The test had been tried, ana bad irretrievably, utterly fidled.

There was another silence. Lady Montbarry considered with herself. The smile that came slowly and went away suddenly—the smile at once so sad and cruel—snowed itself on her thin lips. She lifted her screen, and pointed with it to a seat at the farther end of the room. 'Be so good as to take that chair,' she said.

Helpless under her first bewildering sense of failure—not knowing what to say or to do next—Mrs. Ferrari mechanically obeyed. Lady Montbarry, rising on the sofa for the first time, watched her with undisguised scrutiny as she crossed the room—then sank back into a reclining position once more. 'No,' she said to herself quietly, 'the woman walks steadily she is not intoxicated— the only other possibility is that she may be mad.'

She bad spoken loud enough to be heard. Stung by the insult, Mrs, Ferrari instantly answered her: 'I am no more drank or mad than you are 'No said Lady -Montbarry. 'Then yon are only insolent? The Ignorant English mind, I have observed, is apt to be insolent in the exercise of unrestrained English liberty. This is very noticeable tons foreigners among yon people, in the streets. Of course I can't be insolent to you in return. I hardly know what to say to you. My maid was imprudent in admitting you so easily to my room. I suppose your respectable appearance misled her. I wonder who you are You mentioned the name ol a courier who left us very strangely. Was he married by any chance? Are

ou hit wife? And do yon know where Is?' Mrs. Fesrari's indignation burst its way through all restraints. She advanced to the sofa she feared nothing in the fervor and rage of her reply. 'I am his widow—and yoa know it, you wicked woman! Ah! it was an evil hour when Miss Lock wood recommended my bnsband to be his Lordship's courier!'

Before she could add another word, Lady Montbarry sprang from the sofa with the stealthy suddenness of a catseized her by the shoulders and shook her with the strength and frenzy of a madwoman. 'You lie! you lie! you lie!' She dropped her hold at the third accusation, ana threw up her bands wildly with a gesture of despair. 'Oh, Jesus Maria! is it possible?' she cried. 'Can the courier have come to me through that woman?' She turned like lightning on Mrs. Ferrari, and stopped her as she was esoaping from the room. •Stay here, you fool—stay hero, and answer me 1 If you cry out, as sure as the heavens are above you, I'll strangle you with my own hands. Sit down again and fear nothing. Wretch It is I who am frightened—frightened oat of my senses. Confess that you lied when you used' Miss Lock wood's name just now! No! I don't believe you on your oath I will believe nobody but Miss Lockwood herself. Where does she live? Tell me that you noxious, stinging little insect, and tnen you may go.' Terrified as she was, Mrs. Ferrari hesitated. Lady Montbarry lifted her hands threateningly, with the long. lean, jllow white fiagers outspread ana crooked at the tips, Mrs. Ferrari shrank at the sight of tnem, and gave the address. Lady Montbarry pointed contemptuously to the door— then changed her mind, 'No! not yet! you will tell Miss Lockwood what-has happenod, and she may refuse to see mo. I will go there at once, and you shall go with me. As far as the house—not inside of it. Sit down again. I am going to ring for my maid. Turn your back to the door—your cowardly face is not fit to be seen

She rang the bell. The maid appeared. 'My cloak and bonnet—instantly!'

The maid produced the cloak and bonnffc from the closet. 'A cab at the door—before I can count ten!'

The maid vanished. Lady Montbarry surveyed herself in the glass, ana wheeled round again, witji her cat-like suddenness, to Mrs. (errarl. 'I look more than half dead already, don't I she said with a grim outburst of irony. 'Give me your arm.'

She took Mrs.-Ferrari's arm, and left the room. 'You haye nothing to fear, so long as you obey,' she whispered, on the way downstairs. 'You leave me at Miss Look wood's door, and never see me again.'

In the ball they were met by the landlady of the hotel. Lady Montbarry graciously presented her companion. 'My good friend Mrs. Ferrari I am so glad to have seen her.' The laud lady ac ompftuied them to the door. The cnb

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waiting, 'Get in first, good Mi's.

Forrarl,' said her ladyship, 'and tell the m«u where to go.' They were driven away. Lady Mont harry*8 variable humor changed again. With a low groan of misery she threw herself back in the cab. Lost in her own dark thoughts, as careless of the woman whom she had bent to her iron will as if no such person sat by her side, she preserved a sinister silence until they reached the house where Miss Lockwood lodged. In an. instant she rousfd herself to action. She opened the door ot the cab, and dosed It again on Mrs. Ferrari, before the driver could get off his box. 'Take that lady a mile farther on her way home!' she said, as she paid the man his fare. The next moment she bad knocked at the house door. 'Is Miss Lockwood at home 'Yoe, ma'am.' She stepped over the threshold the door closed on her.

Which way, ma'am?' asked the driver of the cab. ra. Ferrari put her hand to her bead and tried to collect her thoughts. Could ohe leavw b*f friend and benefactress nHpl^s ai L*dy Montbarry'S mercy? KMC «.vas etui vainly endeavoring to i«-«nd* on tbe ursie that f»he ought to follow, when a getttleuinn ntoppTng at Miss Lo wood's door happened to look towards the cab window and saw hear. 'Are yon going to call on Miss Agnes, too be asked.

It was Henry Westwlck. Mrs. Ferrari clasped her hands in gratitude as she reengnised him. •Go !n, sir!' she cried. 'Go in, directly. That dreadful -aoman is with Mb* Agvt*. Go and protect her.' *Fhai woman Henry asked.

The answer iitormlliy struck him leechta*. With amazement and indonation in his face, be looked at Mrs. Ferrari as s1*# pronoun *1 the hatt-fal name of'Lady MonttMirry.' "I'll see to It,' was all be said. Hs knooked at the

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bouse door, and be, too, in Us torn, was let in.

CHAPTER XL

'Lady Montbarry, Miss.' Agnes was writing a letter, when the^ servant astonished her by announcing tbe victor's name. Her first Impulse was to refuse to see the Wjbman who had Intruded on her. But Lady Montbarry hd taken care to follow close on tbe servant's heels. Before Agnes oould speak she had entered tbe room. 'I beg to apologize for my intrusion, MIM

Lockwood. I have a question to ssk you, in which I am very much interested. No one can answer me but ourself.' In low hesitating tones, with ourself.' In low hesitating tones, with ier glittering black eyes bent modestly on tbe ground. Lady Montbarry opened the interview in these words.

Without answering, Agnes pointed to achair. She could aotbis, and, for the time, she could do no more. All that sbs had read of tbe bidden and sinister life in tbe palace at Venioe all that she had heard of Montbarry'a melancholy death and burial in a foreign land all that she knew of tbe mystery of Ferrsri's disappearance, rushed into her mind, when the black-robed figure confronted her, standing just inaide the door. The Strang^ conduct of Lady Montbarry added a new perplexity to the doubts and misgivings that troubled her. There stood the adventuress whose character had left its mark on society all over Europe—the Fury who bad terrified Mrs. Ferrari at tbe hotel—inconceivably transformed into a timid, shrinking woman! Lady Montbarry bad not once ventured to look at Agnes since she had made her way into the roous. Advancing to take the chair that bad been

ointed out to her, she hesitated, pnt hand on the rail to support herself, and still remained standing. 'Please give me a moment to compose myself,' she said faintly. Her bead sank on her bosom she stood, before Agnes like a conscious culprit before a 'merciless judge.

The silence tbat followed was, literal ly, the silence of fear on both slues. In the midst of it tbe door was opened once more, and Henry Westwick appeared

He looked at Lady Montbarry with a moment's steady attention, bowed tc her with formal politeness, and passed on in silence. At tbe sight of Ler husband's brother the sinking spirit of the woman sprang to life again. Her drooping figure became erect. Her eyes met Westwick's look, brightly defiaut. She returned his bow with an icy smile ol contempt.

Henry crossed the room to Agnes. •Is Lady Montbarry here by your invitation?" he asked quietly. •No.' •Do you wish to see her?' 'It is very painful to me to see her.'

He turned and looked at his slster-ln lftW* •Do you hear that?', he asked coldly. 'I hear it,' she answered, more coldly

•Your visit is, to say tbe least of it, ill-timed.' .. Your interference is, to say the least of it, out of place.'

With that retort, Lady Montbarry approached Agnes. The presence or Henry Westwick seemed at once to relieve and embolden her. 'Permit me to ask my question, Miss Lockwood,' she said, with graceful courtesy. 'It Is nothing to embarrass you when the courier Ferrari applied to my late husband for employment did you^—Her resolution failed her before she could say more. She sank trembling into the nearest chair, and, after a moment's struggle, composed herself again. 'Did you permit Ferrari,' she resumed, 'to make sure of being chosen for our courier by using your name?'

Agnes did not reply with her custom ary directness. Trifling as it wa*, the reference to Montbarry, proceeding from tbat woman of all others, confused and agitated her. •I have known Ferrari's wife for many years,' she began. 'And I take an in

Lady Montbarry abruptly lifted her bands with a gesture of entreaty. 'Ah, Miss Lockwood, don't waste time by talking of bis wife! Answer my plain question, plainly!' •Let me answer her,' Henry whis pered. 'I will undertake to speak plainly enough.'

Agnes refused by a gesture. Lady Montbarry's interruption had roused her sense of what was due to herself. She resumed her reply in plainer terms. •When Ferrari wrote to the late Lord Montbarry,' she said, 'he did certainly on am

Even now, she bad Innocently failed to see the object which her visitor had in view. Lady Montbarry's impatience became ungovernable. She started to her feet and advanced to Agnes. 'Was it with your knowledge and pur mission that Ferrari used your name?" she asked. 'The whole soal of my question is in that. For God's sake, answer me—Yes, or No!' 'Yes.'

That one word struck Lady Montbar-

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a blow might have struck her. te fierce life that bad animated her face the instant before faded out of it suddenly and left her like a woman turned to stone. She stood, mechanically confronting Agnes, with a stillness so wrapt and perfect that not even the breath she drew was perceptible to the two persons who were looking at her.

Henry spoke to her roughly. 'Rouse yourself,' be said. 'You have received your answer.'

She looked at him. 'I have received my sentence,' she rejoined, and turned slowly to leave the room.

To Henry's astonishment, Agnes stopped her. 'Wait a moment, Lady Montbarry I have something to ask on mv side.'

Lady Montbarry paused on the instant—silently submissive as if sbe had heard a word of command. Henry drew Agnes away to the other end of the room and remonstrated with her. 'You do wrong to call tbat person back," he said. 'No,' Agnes whispered, I have bad time to remember.' 'To remember what?' 'To reaaember Ferrari's wife Lady Montbarry may have beard something of tbe lost man.' 'Lady Montbarry may have heard, but she won't tell.' 'It may be so, Uennr, but for Emily's sake I must try.' Henry yielded. 'Your kindness is inexhaustible,' he said, with his admiration of her kindling in his eyes. 'Always thinking of others never of yourself.'

Meanwhile Lady Montbarir waited with a resignation tbat oould endure any delay. Agnes returned to her, leaving Henry by himself/ 'Pardon me for keeping you waiting,' sbe said In her gentle, courteous way. "Yon have spoken of Ferrari. I wish to speaker him too.*

Lady Montbarry bent her head in silence. Her hand trembled as she took out her handkerchief and passed it over her forehead. Agnes detected the trembling and shrank back a step. 'Is tha subject painful to you?' ahe aske-i, timidly.

Still silent, Lady Montbarry Invited her by a wave of tbe band to go on. Henry approached, attentively watching his slater in-law. Agnes went on. •No trace of Ferrari has been discov

ered |n Englaod,' ahe said. 'Have you anynewa of him? And will yon toll me (if you have heard anything), in mercy to his wife?'

Lady Montbarry's thin lips suddenly relaxed into their sad and cruel smile. 'Why do yon ask me about the lost courier she said. 'You will know what has beoome of him, Miss Lockwood, when the time is ripe for it.

Agnes started. *1 don understand yon? aba said. 'How aball I know some one tell me?' •Some one will tell you.'

Henry could keep silence no longer. 'Perbapayour ladyship may be the per* son,' he interrupted with ironical politeness.

She answered with contemptuous esse. a *_ A.

of Ferrari, it' She stopped, with her eyes fixed ou Agnes. •If what?' Henry asked. •If Miss Lockwood foroes the to it.*

Agnes listened in astonishment. 'Force you to it?' she repeated. 'How can I do that? Do you mean to say my will is stronger than yours 'Do you mean to say that the candle doesn't burn the motn when the moth files into it?' Lady Montbarry rejoined. 'Have you ever beard of such tning as the fascination of terror I am drawn to you by a fascination of terror. I have no right to visit you, I have no wish to visit you you are my enemy. For the first time in my life, against my own will, I submit to cay enemy. See! I am waiting because you told me to wait and the fear of you (I swear it J) creepe through me while I stand here. Oh, dont let me excite your curiosity or your pity! Follow the example of Mr. Westwick. Be hard and brutal and unfortunate. like him. Grant me my release. Tell me to go.'

Tbe frank and simple nature of Agnes could discover but one intelligible meaning in this strange outbreak. 'You are mistaken in thinking me your enemy,' she said. 'The wrong you did me when you gave your hand to Lord Montbarry was not intentionally done. I forgave you my sufferings in his lifetime. I forgive you even more freely now that he is gone.'

Henry beard her with mingled emotions of admiration and distress. 'Say no more!' be exclaimed. 'You are too good to her she is not worthy of it.'

The interruption passed unheeded by Lady Montbarry. The simple words in which Agnes bad replied seemed to have absorbed tbe whole attention of this strangely-changeable woman. As sbe listened, her face settled slowly into an expression of hard and tearless sorrow. There was a marked change in her voice when she spoke next. It expressed that last worst resignation whicii has done with hope. 'YOH good, innocent creature,' she said 'what does your amiable forgiveness matter What are your poor little wrongs in the reckoning for the greater wrongs which is demanded of me 1 am not to frighten you I am only miserable about myself. Do you know what it is to have a firm presentiment of calamity that is coming to -you, and yet to hope tbat your own positive conviction will not prove true? When I first met you, before my marriage, and first felt your Influence over mo, I had tbat hope. It was a starveling Bort of hope tbat lived a lingering life in me until to-day. You struck it dead when you answered my question about Ferrari.' •How have 1 destroyed your hopes?' A^nea asked. 'What connection Is there between my permitting Ferrari to use my name to Lord Montbarry and the strange and dreadful things you are saying to me now •The time is near, Miss Lockwood, when you will discover that for yourself. In the meanwhile you shall know what my fear of you is in the plainest words I can find. On the day When I took your hero from you and blighted your'life—I am firmly persuaded of it! —you were made the instrument of the retribution tbat my sins of many years bad deserved. Oh, such things have happened beforo to-day. One person has before now been the means ot innocently ripening the growth of evil in another. You have done that already— and }ou have more to do yet. You have still to bring me to tbe day of discovery, and to the punishment tbat is my doom. We shall meet again—here in England or there In Venice where my huoband died—and meet for the last time.'

In spite of her better sense, in spite oi ber natural superiority to superstitions ot all kinds, Agnes was impressed by the terrible earnestness with which these words were spoken. Sbe turned pale as she looked Henrv. 'Do you understand ber she asked. 'Nothing is easier than to understand her,' he replied, contemptuously 'she knows what has become of Ferrari, and sbe is confusing you in a cloud of nonsense because she daren't own the truth. Let her go!' [TO

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The Bad Man of Bodie.

Washoe Pete was generally considered a 'bluffer' by tbe critics of Bodie. and his wild exaggerations were tbe subject of merriment only in that 'high old town.' He was allowed to swsgger and boast to his heart's content and even when be drew bis 'nobby whistler' aud «hot the lights out of all the lamps in Ryan's saloon, the action only evoked a grin and tbe doubtful compliment that It was 'purty fair shootin', and nigh as stiddy nsrve as Irish Tom showed when he popped away at that'*bad man"from Doidwood*'

One day last summer Pete walked into Strobridge'a saloon with tbe remark tbat be had 'heerd tbe Last Chance was goin' to be sold, snd they've sent up an expert to look into it.'

The expert, a email pale man, dressed In dusty gray, was stsnding at the bar, and looked around as tbe tall, would-be ruffian uttered theee words•Tbet's so, Pete,' said one of the men prosnnt, 'and there that's the expert,' pointing to tbe small man. •You are an expert, eh?' shouted Pete, eying tbe msn menacingly. •You're one of them fellers?' Then after a pause, during which he surveyed the stranger from head to foot. 'Wall, you're the wnst I ever saw. Experts is hffi enough, but you're tbe slinl

nkiest,

sir,' answered the expert. Ye'd better not, young feller ye'd tmBw not. I'm a whirlwind of tbe deeert in a fight, and dont yoa forget It* •I'm mm of peace I cany no weapons, and, of course, I oould not hope to stand before a even zephyr of thedeeert, let alone a wild untamed whirlwind.'

These deprecatory words only incensed tbe 'bad man' still more. Mid, tKa« hA A thifUE. Oft)*

whipping his man. •Look a beyer, stranger, I dont want no insinuations. Do I look like a sepbyr? Say!' Here Washoe Pete shook his fistin the expert's face. 'What

d'ye mean by talking aboat sephyrs I'm a tornado. I "tear" when I turn looee. Zephyr [sneezing]. Why, I've a rood mind to 'Plesse, mighty whirlwind, resistless tornado, don't strike me. You wouldn't etrike a consumptive man, would you?' •Wouldnt I?' yelled the 'fighter' in a terrible voice: 'wouldnt I I'd strike tbe ride of a mountain!' 'But I'm not a mountain I'm nothing but a poor, weak man,' pleaded the exporta •Well, I'll tell you who I amand the tall man stood over the shrinking stranger as if about to topple on him ana annihilate him. 'I'm bad. I'm chief of this yer camp and I ken lick the man wt I ain't. I'm a raging lion of the plains, and every time I hit I kill. I've got sn arm like a quarts stamp, and I crush when I go fur a man. -1 weigh a ton, and earthquakes ain't nowhere when I drop.' •But I've only Just been discharged from a hospital,' replied the expert. •I'll send ye back aginl* and the stalwart 'blufeer' caught the little man by tbe oollar and buried him upon the floor. •It's unkind to use a poor, weak, suffering invalid that way,' expostulated the expert, as be slowly roee fro in the floor. •Please don't joke so roughly. Let's take a drink and call it square. I'm sorry tbat I have offended you? •Ye think I'm joking, do ye—ye take me fur a joeh, eh? I'll abow ye what I am afore I get through with ye. Ye dont play me fttr no tender foot. I'm a native, I am, and I've stood this yer foolin' long enough Saying which be dashed the stranger against a table afid drew along knife.

As soon as tbe expert saw this he screwed bis face into the most piteouB shape, and throwing his hands up, cried, •I'm unarmed I haven't got as much as a pen knife on me. Please dout carve me. Kick me to death if you must have my life, but for heaven's sake dont stick that terrible thing into me.'

Now, as Washoe Pete had no intention of using tbe knife—and thereby risking his neck—be was well pleased with the opportunity thus afforded him of displaying the deadly weapon, and, after asserting his blood intentions, he returned it to its sheatb. He flourished the knife over the cringing expert three or four times, and then lowered it with tbe remark 'Why, dern ver cowardly soul, I wouldnt disgrace the weepin by shovin' it into ye. No sir but I'll plug ye,' and he drew a revolver. •I'm unarmed—I'm unarmed—dont ye hear me?' whined the expert. 'Go and heel ye reel f,. th§n,' retorted the bad man. 'I dont want to fight-' •I'll make ye fight. I'll take ye at yer word and'kick ye to death.' •Please don't.*

Washoe Pete laid bis knife and pistol on the counter, and then rapidly strode to the spot where the expert win hul crofoching,' half standing. By this tioit the saloon was full of men, all of them smiling at the picture before them, rearding ittthe height of enjoyment—this ively encounter between the greatest braggadocio in tbe Sierra, and a small, pale, mining expert, new to the section, and a stranger to the wild ways of Uborder ruffians. •This thing has gone on 'bout k»v 'nougb,' yell tbe 'bad man,' stopyiu* before the expert. *Ye've been ohiutiin' me till I'm riled. Squar yourself— I'm goin to kick, and a Comstock.mule ain't a patohin' as a kicker to Washoe Peto—d ye Leir me

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'One instant, please, Peter. (I doh't know your other name.) You are sure you've got no other weapons about you? They might go off accidentally and injure some innocent party.' •That's all the weepins I've got, ef tbe infprmationMl ease yer sneakin' mind and now I'm goin' to begin kickin'. Clear the track. The wooly hoss has broken out o' tbe kerrell. and there'll be a coroner's inquest in jest about seven minutes.'

He raised bis ponderous boot, but it did not swing. The little man straightened up like an nnbent bow, and bis left hand shot direct from his shoulder like the piston of a locomotive, striking Washoe Pete between the eyes and sending that worthy sprawling on the sawdust that covered the floor. •I'm the cyclone of the West,' he shouted, as he bounded to the prostrate form of the 'wooly hoss' and raised the braggart into a sitting posture. Tbe latter was dazed by tbe terrible blow he bad received, and did not even throw up his guard "when tbe expert drew back to strike again. Then the. blows fell like thunderbolts upon the hesd and face of the 'Whirlwind' inducing that individual to raise once more and attempt a defence. He made an effort to reach bis weapons, but tbe active expert flanked blm and planted two terrible, blows on bis ears and neck. Tben the 'bad man* bowled: 'Let me up! I was only foolin'-cant ye take a joke, dern ye 'Ye think I'm jokin', do ye Ye take me for a josh, eh I'll show you what I am before I get through with ye. Ye don't play me for no tender foot. I'm a native, I am and I've stood this yer foolin' long enough.'

This apt reproduction of tbe native's speech a few momeuts previous, snd its almost perfect slmiltude as regards tone, was too much for tbo good uatured a

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crowd, and a roar of JaugLter greeted it that might have beeo heard beyond Bodle's bluff. 'I give in, dern ye, I give in Csn't ye take a man's woid when be squesls shouted tbe 'tornado,' swinging bis arms wildly, snd staggering against tbe bar in bis efforts to dodge tbe lightning stroke of the athletic expert. •I'm a howling hurricane of wrath,' shouted the expert sending forth botn fl-its with terrific force. 'Let up, won't you? I ain't a sand bag.' •Not much you'reonly a "ragin'lion o' the plains," snd a iwift left bander lit upon tbe bully's pope. •I give In,' hoarsely Ejaculated the expert's victim. 'Come on with your quarts stamps, old "wooly boss." When you hit you kill, andvon weigh a ten. Fetch In a couple of your earthquakes. Why dont you chew my mane? You're a* chief, are you? All right, chief, there's a neat one for you, and there's a couple more.'

With these words the expert 'countered' on tbe 'bad man's' cheek, and then stretched him pafiting on tbe floor with 'stinger' straight from the shoulder, a upon the lower portion of tbe chert. Tbe expert cooly called all bands to the bar to drink, and as tbe 'bad man of Bodie' crawled away he was heard to mutter that be 'didn'tlay out to fall up against battorln' rams, no more'n be 'lowed be was game In front of a bull gymnasium.'

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Bnekleali Andes Salve. The BKST SALVBIU the woridjor Cuts, Bruises, Sore ter. Chapped and all kinda .. Salve is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction in every case or money refunded. Price 35 cents per box. For sale by GULICK A BERRY, Terre Haute. (je8 8m)

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To all who are suffer ng from the errors and indisoretions ot youth, nervous weakness, early decay, of manhood, eto., I will send a recipe that will cure you, FREE OF CHARGE. This great remedy was-discovered by a missionary in South America. Send envelope to the REV. JOSKPH-addressedSMAS,IT.selfa Station D, Bible House, New York City, --j-r ________ Oot28-ly Fever and i|ne Cared for 50 Cents.

Dr. Swayne's Fever and Ague Pills (without calomel and quinine), a quick and sure cure in etfery case for ague and fever, intermittent and remittent fevers, and all dlreases having their origin in Malaria. They are a great tonic and preventive as well ss cure of all complaints peculiar to malarious, marshy and miasmatic districts. They act on the liver, and brace up the system to a vigorous, healthy conditiou. Notwithstanding these pills are sold for one-half the price tbat other ague cures are sold for, yet we will warrant them as effectual in aJl cases as any pills or mixture, let tbe price or compound be wbst they may and being entirely free from all minerals, their use leaves no bad efleots, as is tbe case with msny other remedies. Sent by mail to any address, on receipt of price (in currency or postage stamps), 50 cents a box, three boxes fl.25, six boxes 92 50. Address letters. Dr. Swayne & Son, 380 N. Sixth St., Philad'a. Sold by Buntln A Armstrong. Terre Haute: "The First Dose Gives Belief." Trial Bottles Dr. Swayne's Compound

Syrup of Wild Cherry, 25 cents, Tbe distressing cough, which threatened serious results, is

Price:—Trial bottles, 25 cents large siee, 91, or six for 9^. A single 25 cent bottle will oftentimes cure a recent cough or cold, and thus prevent muoh suffering and risk of life. Prepared only by Dr. Swayne A Son, Philadelphia. Sold by leading Druggists. In Terre Haute by Boutin A Armstrong.

ITCIIINU PILE*.—Tbe symptoms are moisture, like perspiration, intense itching, incressed by scratching, very distressing, particularly at night, as if

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HOME CURES.—We were grestsufferers from Itching Piles, tbe symptoms were ai above described, the use of Swayne's Ointment in short tlsae made a perfect cure.

J, W. CHRIST, Boot and Shoe House, 344 N, Second St, T. C.WEYMAN, Ha'.ter, 8 S. Eighth St., Philadelphia.

Reader, if you are suffering from this distressing Complaint, or Tetter, Itch, SJald Head, Ring Worm, Barber's Itcb, any Crusty, Soaly, Skin Eruption, use Swayne's Ointment and be cured. Sent by mail to any address on receipt of rice (in currency or postsge sta.ups), cents a box, three boxes 91.22. Address letters, Dr. Swsyne A Son, 380 N. Sixth street, Philadelphia, No charge for advice. Sold by leading druggists.

In Terre Haute by Buntln A Armstrong

If Bnldaess sr Dcleleaty sf Hair Exists, or if tbe hair is gray, dry er barsh, tbo natural youtbral oolor can be* restored by using "London Hair Color Restorer," tbe most delightful article ever introduced to tbe American people for increasing its growth, restoring its natural oolor, and at tbe same time a lovely bair dresser and beautifler. It ia totally different from all others: not sticky or gummy, and free from all impure Ingredients tbat render many other artiolee obnoxious in fact it is exquisitely perfumed, and so clesnly ana elegantly prepared ss to mske it a lasting balr dressing and toilet luxury.

J. A. Truss, A PBOMi3»sarrcrrrzBw, Wilson, ft. 0.. writes: Some ten years sgo my wife's nalr commenced falling, and got very tbih and turned gray but after using "London Hair Color Restorer" the scalp became bealtby, the bair stopped falling, tbe oolor was restored, snd is now growing beautifully

Ask your dran 1st for London Hslr Color Restorer. Price, 75 cents a bottle. Six bottles, Main Depot for tbe I.S., 830 Nr rth Sixth St., Pbilad'a. Sold by Buntln A Armstrong, Terre Haute.

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