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THE: MAIL.

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

JjO VK LIGH TESS LA BOS.

A (tool wife raw fr iu b« bed one

tuorn.

Anil thought, with a nervous dread. Off toe pile# of clothes to be w*shed, ana more

Than adozen manths obi tad. there wer«» meals to bj set for the meriJUi the field

And the children to fix away To school, ®ud the milk to be skimmed and ohurnot,

And all to bd done thatday. 11 had rained in the night, and all the wood

Was wet a* wet ula be TPhervw^rd ddth*s ano pies to bake besides

A lot of cake for tea. tbc day wai hot and heraching heal TnrobbeJ wearily. as she *ald "If maldt-Hs but knew what good wives know

They would be in no haste lo wed."

"Jennie, what do you think I told Ben Brown Cal'eil tno fanner from the well: And a fln«h crept up to Ills bronzed brow

And hU cyen half bashfully fell, "It was this," he said, and, coming near, Hesmlled and stooping down, Kissed her oheek, "\was this that you w«te the b«st

And dearest wife in town."

The farmer trent back to the field, and the wife. In a Htnlliug and absent w«®, Sang snatches of tender little songs

Hhe'd not sung Tor many a day. The pain lu tier head wa-» gone, and the clothes

Were as wh'te as the foam of the sea Her nruad was light and her batter was

And as golden at it conld bei

"Just think 1" the children all oried in a breath

"Tom 'Vood has run off to sea I He wouldn't, I'know, if he only had is appy a home as we." The nignt name down, aud the good wife smiled

To herself as she softly said: '"Tls so sweet to labor for those we love, It's not scranse that maids will wed."

The Haunted Hotel

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A Mystery of Modern

?Venice.

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fiy WILKIB COLLINS.

I"The Haunted' Hotel," Wilkie CbllWs's last and beet story, was commenced in The Mail, August 24, 1878-Vol. !, No.Ds Back *umberavffvecentseaeh,ean be hadat The Mall offlre. or of news agents Jin this city and neighboring towns.]

CHAPTER XXII..

"Having closed and secured the door an Lady Montfoarry's departure, Agnes put on herd eating sown,.and, turning to her open boxes, oegan the business of unpacking. In the harry of making her toilet for dinner she had taken the first dress that lay uppermost in the trunk add bad thrown her traveling costume on the bed. She now opened the door of the wardrobe for the first time and began to hang her dresses on the hooks in the large compartment on one side.

After a few minutes only of this occn pation, she grew weary of it and decided On leaving the trunks as they were until the next morning. The oppressive south wind which had blown throughout the day still prevailed at night. The atmosphere of the room felt close Agnes threw a shawl over her head and shoulders, and, opening the window, stepped into the baloony to look at the view.

The night was heavy and overcast uothing could be distinctly seen. The oanal beneath the window looked like a black gulf: the opposite houses were barely viable as a rowor shadows, dimly relieved against the starless and moonless sky. At long intervals the warning cry of a belated gondolier was Vast audible as .he turned the corner ot 4 distant canal and called to invisible boats which might he approaching him In the darkness. Now and then tbe nearer dip of an oar in the water told of tbe viewless passage of other gondolas bringing guests back to (he hotel. Ex oepting tlVRHf rar«*oundaibe mysterious night silence of Venice was literally tbe silence of the grave.

Leaning on the parapet of the balcony, Agnes looked vacantly into the black void beneath.' Her thoughts reverted to tbe miserable man who had brolceu bis pledged faith to her and who had died in that house. Some change seemed to have cotue over her since her arrival in Venloe home new influence appeared to beat work. For the first time in her experience of herself, compassion and regret were not the only emotions aroused in ber by the remembrance of the dead Montbarry. A keen sense of the wrong that she had suffered, never yet felt l»v th«t gentle and forgiving nature, Was left by it now. Jbe forfud herself thinking of the bygoue days ot her humiliation almost- us harshly as Henry West wick had thought of them— she who had rebuked htm tbe last time be had spoken slightingly of his brother fn her presence 1 A sudden fear and dou^t of herself started her physically as well as morally. She turned from the shadowy abyss of the dark water as if the mystery and the gloom of it had been answerable for ber emotions which had taken ber by surprise. Abruptly closing the window, she threw aside her •bawl and lit the candles on tbe mantel

Eght

leoe, impelled by a sudden craving for in the solitude of her room. The cheering brightness round ber, Contrasting with tbe black gloom out aide, restored ber spirits. She feit her self enjoying the light like a child

Would it be well (she naked herself) to

Snt

ready for bed No I The sense of rowsy tatfgue that she had felt half an hour since was gone. She returned to the dull employment of unpacking her boxee. Alter a rew minutes only the occupation became irk*ocne to her once nore. She sat down by the table and look up a guide book. 'Suppose I inform mvsel:,' she thought, 'on the subject of Venice.*

Her

attention wandered from the book before she had turned tbe first page of it The image of Henry Westwick was Qie present mag* in her memory now. &*oalUng tbe minutest incidents aud detail*of the evening, she oould think Of nothing which presented him nnder Other than a favorable and interesting

Egapeet.

She smiled to herself soft I v, i«er rose by fine gradations as ate felt full luxury of dwelling on the pertruth and modesty of bis devotion "t« from which she had suffered so persist

Rsore,

tly on her travels attributable, oj to their long separation, from

tly on her travels attributable, by any

And their hiding places in a woman*a dressing gown, when she is alone in her room at night! With ber heart in the tomb of the dead Montbarry, oould Ag nea even think of aootber inan and think of love? How shameful I how unworthyol her! For tbe second tline she tried to interest herself in Khe guide hook—and onoemore she tried in vain. Throwing the tmok astide, she turned des perately to the one resource that was lo 11 to her—luggsge—resolved to fatigue herself without mercy until she was weary enough and sleepy enough to find a sate rerutceiu bed.

For some little time she persisted in the monotonous occupation of transfer ring her clothes from tbe trunk to the wardrobe. The large clock in tbe ball, striking midnight, reminded ber that it was getting late. She sat down for a moment in an arm ebair by tbe bedside to rest.

The silence in the bouse now caught her attention and held it—held it diaa greeably. Was everybody in bed and asleep but herself? Surdl it was time lor ber to follow the general example? With a certain Irritable, nervous haste she rose and again undressed herself. 'I have lost two boars of rost,'she thought, frowning at the reflection of herself in the glas*, as she arranged her hair for the night. 'I shall be good for nothing to morrow 1'

She lit tbe night light and extinguished tbe candles, with one exception, which she removed to a little table placed on the side of tbe bed opposite to to the side occupied by the arm chair. Having put her traveling box of matches and tbe guide book near the candle in case she might be sleepless and might-want to read, she blew out tbe light and laid her head on the pillow.

Tbe curtains of the bed were looped back to let tbe air pass freely over her. Lying on ber left side, with her face turned away .rom the table, she could see tie arm chair by the dim nigbt light. It bad a chintz covering representing large bunches of roses scattered over a pale green ground. She tried to weary herself into drowsiness by counting over and over again tbe bunches of roses that were visible fn her point of view. Twice her attention wa£ dlstraoted from the oountlng by sounds outside—by tbe clock chimine the half hour past twelve, and then again by the fill of a pair of boots on the upper floor, thrownjout to be cleaned, with that dis regard of the comfort of others which is observable in humanity when it inhabits an hotel. In the silence that followed these passing disturbances Agnes went on counting tbe roses on the arm chair more and more slowly. Before long she confused herself in the figures —tried to begin counting againthought she wonld wait a little first^fe her eyelids drooping and her head sinking gently lower and lower on tbe pillow—sighed faintly—and sank into sleep..

How long that first sleep lasted she never knew. She could only remember in tbe sftertime that she woke instantly.

Every faculty and perception in her passed the boundary line between insensibility and consciousness, so to speak, at a leap. Without knowing why, she sat up suddenly in the bed, listening to she knew not what. Her bead was in a whirl ber heart beat furiously, without any assignable cause. But one trivial event bad happened during the intervsl while she had been asleep. The nigbt light had gone out, and tbe room, as a matter of course, was in total darkness.

She felt for the match box, and paused after finding it. A vague sense of contusion was still in her mind. She was in no hurry to light tbe matoh. The pause in tbe darkness was, strangely enough, agreeable to her,

In tbe quieter flow of her thoughts during this interval, she could ask her self the natural question: What cause had awakenod her so suddenly, and had so strangely shaken her nerves? Had it been the influente of a dream? She had not dreamed at all—or, or to speak more correctly, she had no waking remembrance of having dreamed Tbe mystery was beyond her fathoming the darkness began to oppress ber. She struck tbe match on tbe box and lit her candle.

As the welcome light diffused itself over room, she turned from the table and looked toward tbe other side of the bed-

In the moment when she turned, the chill of a sudden terror gripped her )und the hesrt, as with the clasp of au icy hand.

She was not alone in tbe room 1 There—In tbe cbalr at the bedsidethere suddenlv revealed under the flow of light from the candle, was tbe figure of a woman, reclining. Her head lay back over tbe chair. Her faoe, turned up to the ceiling, had the eyes closed, as If she was wrapped in deep slumber.

The shock of tbe discovery held Agnes speechless and helpless. Her first conscious action when she was in some degree mistress of herself again was to lean over the bed and to look Closer^at the woman who had so incomprehensibly stoleu into ber room iu tbe dead of night. One glance was enough she started back with a cry of astonishment The person in tbe obair was no other than tbe widow of tbe dead Montbarry —tbe woman who had warned her that they were to meet again, and that the plane might be Venice!

Her courage returned to her, stung into action by the natural sense of indignation which ths presence cf the Countess provoked. 'Wake up!' she called out. 'How dare you ecme her® How did you get in? Leave the room, or I will call for help!'

Sbe raised her voice at the last words. It produced no effect. Leaning farther over tbd bed she boldly took tbe Countess by the sbonlder and ahook her. Not even this effort succeeding In rousing tbe sleeping woman. 8be still lay back in tbe chair, possessed by a torpor like the torpor of death—insensible to und, insensible to touch. Was she really sleeping Or bad sbe fainted

Agnes looked

hv her

#»ch other—embittered. ^wn vain regret when she fter harsh reception of him W JPimlT suddenly conscious of this bold question *nd or the self abandonment which it Implied, she returned mechanically to h«rhook, startled by the unrestrained Ithertvof her own thought*. What inrkftng temptations to forbidden tendencies

1S1I

closer

have

at her. She had

not fainted. Her breathing was audible, rising and falling In deep, heavy gasps. At intervals she ground ber teeth savagely. Beads of perspiration stood thickly on her' forehead. Her blenched bands rose and fell slowly from time to time on her lap. Was she in the agony of a dream of was she spiritually con

Something hidden in tlgb

scious, at room? The dMtyt Involved In thst hat question wa^ unendurable. Agnes determined to loose the servants who kept watch In tbe hotel at night.

The bell handle was fixed to tbe wall on tbe side of the bed by which the table stood.

She raised herself from tbe crouching position which she bad assumed in looking close at the Countess, and, turning towards the other ride of the bed, stretched

out

ber hand to tbe bell.

•be same instant she stopped and looked upward. Her band fell helplessly at her side. She shuddered, and sank back on the pillow.

What had sbe seen She had seen another intruder In" ber room.

ifiiiise

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

Midway between ber face and the ceilin* there hovered a hunun headsevered at tbe neck, like a head strack from the body by the guillotine.

Nothing visible, nothing andible, had given her warning nf its appearance, silently and suddenly the head bad taken its place above her. No supernatural change bad passod ovar the room, or was perceptible in it now. Tbe dumbly tortured figure in the chuir the broad window opposite the fopt of the bed, with the black night beyond It the candle burning on the table—these, aud all other oi-jects iu the room .remained uualtered. One object more, unutterably horrid, bad been added to the rest. I'bat waa the only change—no more, no less.

By the yellow candlelight she saw the •bead distinctly, hqvering in mid air abo?e her. She looked at it steadfastly, spellbound by tbe terror that beld her.

Tbe fieab of the faoe was gone. The shriveled skin was darkt-ned in hue, like the skin or an Egyptian mummyexcept at the neck. There it was of a 11, hter color there It showed spots and splashes of the hue of that brown spot on tbe ceiling, which the ohild's fanciful terror bad distorted iuto the likeness of a spot of blood. Thin remains of a dis colored mustache and whiskers, bang ing over the upper lip, and over the hollows where the cheeks bad once been, made tbe head Just recognizable as the bead of a man. Over all tbe feature death and time bad done their obliter ating work. The eyelids were- closed The bsir on the skull, discolorei like tbe hair on the face, bad been burnt away in places. The bluish lips, parted in a fixed grin, showed tbe double row of teeth. By slow degress the hovering head (perfectly still wben she first saw it) began to descend toward Agnes as she lay beneath. 3y slow degrees that strange doubly blended odor, which tbe Commissioners bad discovered in the vaults of tbe old palace—which bad Blckened Francis Westwick in the bed chamber of the new hotel—spread its fetid exhalations over the room. Down ward an«l downward the bideons appa rition made its slow progress, until it stopped close over Agnes—stopped, aud turned slowly, so that the face ol it confronted tbe upturned faoeol the woman in the chair.

After that, there came a pause. Then a momentary animation disturbed tbe rigid repose of the dead face.

The closed eyelids opened slowly. The eyes revealed themselves, bright with the glassy film of death, aud fixed their dreadful look on tbe woman in tbe chair. Agnes saw that look 'saw the reclining woman rise, as if in obedience to some dread command—and saw no more. a

Her next conscious impression

wa9

tbe sunlight pouring in at the window of the friendly presence of Lady Mont barry at the btdside, and of the cbil dren's wondering faces peeping in at the door. v^

CHAPTER XXIII

"You have some influence over Agnes. Try what you can do, Henry, to make her take a sensible view of the matter. There is reall nothing to make a fuss about. My wife's maid knocked at her door early in the morning, With the customary cup of tea. Getting no answer sbe went round to tbe dressing room—found tbe door on that side unlocked—and discovered Agnes on tue bed in a fainting fit. With my wife's help they brought her to herself again, and she told the extraordinary story which I have just repeated to you. You must have seen for yourself that she has been over fatigued, poor thing, by our long railway jonrnevs her nerves are out of order, and she is just the person to be easily terrified by a dream. She obstinately refuses, however, to accept this rational view. Don't suppose that I have been severe with ber! All that a man can do to humor her I have done. I

written to tbe Countess (in her

assumed name) offering to restore tbe room to ber. She writes back, positive ly declining to return to it. I nave accordingly arranged (so as not to have the thing knowu in the hotel) to occupy the room for one or two nights, and to leave Agnes to recover her spirits under my wife's care. Is there anything more that I can do? Whatever quostion Agnes has asked of me I have answered to the best ot my ability she knows all that you told me about Francis and the Countess last night. But try as I may I ca'n't quiet ber mind. I have given up the attempt in despair, add left btfr in the drawing room. Go, like a good 'ellow, and try what you can do to compose her.'

In these words Lord Montbarry stated the case to his brother from tbe rational point of view. Henry made no remark, but went straight to the drawing room

He found Agnes walking rapidly backwarks and forwards, flushed and oxcltQidt

If you come hereto say what your brother has been saying to me,' she broke out, before be could speak, 'spare yourself tbe trouble. I don't want common sense. I want a true friend who will believe in me.' 'I am that friend, Agofetf,' Henry an swered quietly, 'and you know it.' 'You really believe that I ana not de luded by a dream?' '1 know that yon are not deluded—In one particular, at least.' *"^1 'In what particular?' 'In what you have said of tbe Countess —it is perfectly true'— ,.

Agnes stopped him there. 'WhJ do I only bear this minting' that tbe: Countess and Mrs. James are one and the same person?' she asked, distrustfully. 'Why was I not told of it last nigbtf •You torget that yon had accepted the exchange of rooms before I reached Venice,' Henry replied. 'I felt strongly tempted to tell you oven then—but your sleeping arrangements for tbe nigbt were all made} I should only have inconvenienced ajad alarmed you. I waited till the morning, after hearing from my brother that yon bad yourself seen to your security from any intrusion. How that intrusion was accomplished It is impossible to say. I can only declare that the Countess* presence by your bedside last night was no dream of yours On her own authority can testify that It was a reality.' •On her own authority?' Agnes repeated, eagerly. 'Have yo» seen her this morning?* •I have seen her not ten minutes since.' 'What waa she doing?' •She was busily engaged in writing. I conld not even get ber to look at me until I thought of mentioning your name.' •She remembered me, of coarse?' 'She remembered yon with some difficulty. Finding that she wouldn't answer me on any other terms, I questioned her sa if I bad come direct from you. Then sbe spoke. Sbe not only admitted that she bad the same superstitious motive for placing yon in that room which she had acknowledged to Francis —ebe even owned that sbe bad been by your bedside, watching through tbe night, "to see what you saw." as sbe ex pressed it. Hearing this, 1 tried to persuade ber to tell me how she got into the room. Unluckily, her manuscript on the table caught her eye she returned to ber writing. "The Baron wants money," ahesaid, "I must get on with

my play." What sbe saw or dreamed, wnile she was In your room last night, it is at present impossible to discover. Bat, judging by my brother's account of ber, as well as by what I remember of her myself, some recent influence has been at work which has produced a marked change in this wretched woman for the worse. Her mind is, in certain respects, unquestionably deranged. One proof of it is that sbe spoke to me of tbe Baron as if bo were still a living man. Wben Francis saw her she declared that the Baron was dead, which is the truth. The United Stales Consul at Milan show ed us the announcement of tbe death in an American newspaper. So far as I can see such sense as she still possesses, now seeins to b& entirely sbsorbed in one absurd idea—tb® Idea of writing a play for Francis to bring out at nis theatre. He admits tbat be enoouraged her to hope sbe mUbt get money in this way I think be did wrong. Don't you agree with

ine

Witbout heeding the question, Agnes rose abruptly from her cbair. •Do me one more kindness, Henry, she said. 'Take me to the Countess at once.'

Henry hesitated. 'Are you composed enough to see her, after the shock you have sufferod?' be a-ked.

She trembled, tbe flush on her face died away and left it deadly pale. But sbe held to ber resolution. •You have beard of what I saw last night sbe said, faintly. •Don't speak of it!' Henry interpc^sp. •Don't uselessly agitate yourself.' 'I must speak! My mind is full of horrid questions about it. 1 know I can't identify it—and yet I ask myself over and over again, in whose likeness did it appear? Was it in the likeness of Ferrari or was it?'—she stopped, shud deriug. 'The Countess knows—I must see tbe Countess!' she resumed, vehemently. 'Whether my courage fails me or not, 1 must make the attempt. Take me to her before I have time to feel .afraid of it!'

Henry looked at ber anxiously, you are really sure of your own resol tion,' be Sitid, I agree with you

•If u-

-the

sooner you see ber the-better. You re member how strangely she talked of your influence over her, wben sbe forced her way into your room in London?' 'I remember it perfectly. Why do you ftskf •For tbis reason. Iq the present state of ber mind, I doubt if sbe will be much longer capable of realizing her wild idea of ou as the avenging angel who is to bring her to a reckoning for bor evil deeds. It may be well to try what your influence can do while she is still capable of feeling it.'

He waited to hear what Agnes would say. Sbe took his arifa and led him in silence to the door.

Tboy ascended to the seoond floor, and after knocking entered the Countess' room. ....

Sbe was still busily engaged in writing. When she looked up from tbe pa per and saw Agnes, a vacant expression ot douot was the only expression in her wild black eyes. After a few moments the lost remembrances and associations appeared to return slowly to ber mind The pen dropped from her hand. Hag gard and trembling, she looked closer at Agnes, and recognized her at last. •.Has the time come alresdy?' she said in low, awe struck tones. 'Give me a little longer respite I haven't done my writing yet.'

She dropped on her knees, and beld out her clasped hand eatreatingly. Agnes was far from having recovered? after the shock that she bad suffered in the nigbt her nerves were far from bein equal to the struin tbat was being lai on them. She was so startled by tbe change in the Countess that she was at a loss what to say or to do next. Henry was obliged to speak to her. •Put your questions while you have tbe chance.' he said, lowering bis voice. •See! tbe vacant look is coming over her face again.'

Agnes tried to rally her courage. 'You were in my room last night,' she began. Before sbe could add a word more, tbe Countess lifted ber bands and wrung them above ber bead with a low moan of horror. Agnes shrank back, and turned as if to leave the room. Henry stopped her, and whispered to her to try again. She obeyed him after an effort. •I slept last night in the room tbat you gave up to me,'

Bhe

Sbe turned again to the writing table, without waiting to be answered. Her eyes flashed sbe looked like her old self once more as she spoke. It was only for a moment. The old ardor and im petuosity were nearly worn out. Her bead sank she sighed heavily as she unlocked a desk which stood on tbe table. Opening a drawer in the desk she took out a leaf of vellum covered with faded writing. Some ragged ends of silken thread were still attached to the leaf, as if it had been torn out of a book. •Can you read Italian?' she asked, bailing the leaf to Agnes. Agnes answered silently by. an inclination of her head. •This leaf,' tbe Countess proceeded, 'once belonged to a book In tbe old library of tbe palace, while tbis buildlog was still a palaoe. By whom it was torn out you have no need to know. For what purpose it was torn out von may discover for yourself, If you will. Read it first—at tbe fifth line from tbe top of tbe page.'

Agnes felt the serious necessity of composing herself. •Give roe a chair,' she said to Henry. •And I will do my best.'

He placed himself behind ber chair so tbat be could look over her shoulder and help ber to understand the writing on tbe leaf. Rendered into English, it ran as follows: '•I have now completed my literary survey of tbe first floor of the palace. At tbe deiire of my noble and gracious

rnext

itroo, tbe lord of tbis glorious edifice. ascend to tbe second floor, and continue my catalogue or description of tbe pictures, decorations and other treasures of art therein contained. Let me begin with the comer room at tbe western extremity of the palaoe, called tbe Room of the Caryatides, from tbe statues which support the mantelpiece. Tbia work is of comparatively recent execution it dates from the eighteenth century only, and reveals tbe corrupt taste of the period in every part of it. Still, there is a certain interest which attaches to tbe mantelpiece it conceals a cleverly constructed hiding place, between the floor of tbe room and tbe ceiling of tbe room beneath, which was made during the last evil days or the Inquisition in Venice, and which is reported to bsve savfd an anbestnr of my gracious lord pursoed by that terrible tribunal. Tbe machinery of this carious plsee of concealment has been kept in good order by the present lord, as a spocfea of curi

osity. He condescended to show me the method of working it. Approacbiug the two Caryatides, rest your band on tbe forebesd (midway between tbe eye brows) of the figure wnich is on your left as you stand opposite to the fireplace, then press the bead inwards as if you were pushing it against the wall behind. By doing this, you set iu motion tbe hidden machinery in the wall which turns the hearthstone on a pivot and discloses the hollow place below. There is room enough in it tor a man to lie easily at full length. The method of closing tbe cavity again is equally simple. Plaoe both your hands on tbe tern pies ot tbe figure pull as if you were pulling It towards you—and the hearth stone will revolve into its proper position again." •You need read no further,' said tbe Countess. 'Be careful to remember what you have read.'

She put back the page of vellum in ber writing desk, looked It and led tbe way to the door. •Come!' sbe said, 'and see what the mocking Frenchman called "Tbe beginning of the end.'"

A*ties was barely able to rise from her chair sbe tremb ed from head to foot. Henry gave ber his arm to support ber •Fear nothing,' he whispered

Sbe smiled vacantly, and imitated the action of writing with her right band as sbe pronounced tbe last words. Tbe ef fort of concentrating her weakened mind on other and less familiar topics than the constant want of money in tbe Baron's lifetime, and the vague prospect of gain from tbe still un-inisbed play, baa evidently exhausted her poor re serves of strength. Wben her request bad been granted, she addressed no expressions ot gratitude to Agnes sbe only said: 'Feel ho fear, miss, of my attempting to escape you. Where you are, there I must oe till the end oomes.

Her eyes wandered roun^ the room with a last weary and stupefied look. She returned to her writing with slow aud feeble steps, like the steps of an old a

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HOME CURES.—We were great sufferers from Itching Plies, the symptoms were as above described, the use of Swayne's Ointment in a abort tisae made a perfect cure.

J. W.CHRIST, Boot and Shoe House, 344 N. Seoond St. T. C. WEYMAN, Hatter, 8 a Eighth St., Philadelphia.

Reader, if you are suffering from thia distressing Complaint, or Tetter, Itch, S sild Head, Ring Worm, Barber's Itch, any Crusty, Scaly, Skin Eruption, use Swayne's Ointment and be cured. Sent by mall to any address on receipt, of price (in currency or postage staups), SO cents a box. three boxes fl 22. Address letters, Dr. 8wayne A Son, 330 N. Sixth street, Philadelphia. No charge for advice. Hold by leading druggists. In Terre Haute by Buntin A Armstrong. I

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be with you.' Tbe Countess proceeded along tbe westward corridor and stopped at tbe door numbered Thirty eight. This was tbe room which bad been inhabited by Baron Rivar in the old days of tbe psl ace tbe room situated 'ninediately over the bedchamber in which Agnes bad passed tbe night. For tbe last two days it bad been empty. The absence of lug gage wben they opened tbe door showed tbat it had not yet been let. •You see?'said tbe Countess, pointing to tbe carved figure at tbe fireplace •and you know what to do. Have I de served that you should temper justice with mercy?' sbe went on in lower tones. •Give me a few hours more to myself. The Baron wants money—I must get on with my play'

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POROUS PLASTERS. BENSON'S CAPCiNE

POROUS PLASTER

IS THci BE&T KIND.

Thl9 remarkable arMcle contains all the valuuble qualities of the low acting common porous pins and in addition aa entirely new pomblnatlon of active vegetable Ingredients from which ii derive* its wonderful pain re ieving, strength Ming, and cuiatlv- properties It rel eves pain a most linmediate.y, and cui es where other aster* will not even relieve. The manufacturers of Benson's Capcine Porous Plasty rs were awarded the highest and only medal of -rlt given for plasters at the Centennial 1876. Your family physician wil- confirm our statement regarding its gitatineiiL

Fur Lame and Weak Back. Kidney Dlsease( Rheumatism, Stubborn and Neglected Colds, Lwug and Chest D'faculties, the Lameness and Weakness peculiar to Women, Nervous Affections ot the Heart, Cbllls and Fever, Sciatica and Lumbago, Diseases of Children, such as Whooping COUKII, Coios and Croup (when applied In its «-»rly stages), and all Local Aches aud Pains of Young or Old. It is Simply tbs st Remidy Ever iH-vlsed or Known.

BENSON'S

Capcine Porous Plaster

There la uo other remedy so well adapted far the above class of ailments. No other re/ueuy contains the same combination of medical Ingredients. Benson's Capcine Porous Pla Is positively far superior to common porous plasters, aud to all other external remedies, including liniments, anf the so called electrical appl anoes. Its powtrfuMuflueoce is felt almost at thetlrst inomeut-if application. It gives relief, cotufertrrs rength and life to the afflicted. It is neat and convenient, al&o pleasant to wear, as It creates in or ly a sensation of gentle and lrau atiug warmth.

CAUllOX.

There are fraudulentand worthless imitations of Benson's Capcine Porous Plaster in the market. One iu particular, having

si Millar sounding name, contains lead polSOUH. Each genuine Benson's Capcine Plaster has the word Capcine spelled C-A-P-C-1N K. Take no other. HOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS. PRICE25o.

THE FBI END OF ALL!

(HOLLOWAY'S PILLS.I

These famous Pills PUKIPY the BLOOt\ and act most powerfully, yet soothingly, on the LIVtSR, STOMACH, KIDNEYS and BOWELS, giving TONE,* ENERGY and vigor to the whole system. They are wonderfully efficacious In all ailments incidental to FEMALES. Young or Old, and as a general FAMILY MEDICINE, for the care of most complaints, they are unequalled.

IMPORTANT

tbe trial."—(Father.)

We Challenge the World.

When wesay we believe, we have evidence to prove that Shiloh's Consumption Cure is decidedly the best Lung Medicine made, inasmuch as it will cure a common or chronic Cough in one half tbe time, and relieve Asthma, Bronchitis, Whooping Cough, Ci^up, and show more cases of Consumption cured than ail others. It will cure where they tail, it is pleasant to take, harmless to the youngest child and we guarantee what we say. Price 10 oents, 50 cents and 91.00. If your Lung* are sore, Chest or Back lame, use Shiloh's Porous Plaster. Sold by Gulick A Berry..

CAUTfOjr.—Njne are genuine

unless the signature of J.

IIAVDUCK,

ngentfor the united States, surrounds each box of Pills and Ointment. Boxes at 25 cents, 62cents and tl each*,

aarThere is considerable saving by taking ho larger sizes. HOLLOW AY & CO., New York.

A CURE FOR ALL!!

Holloway's Ointment.

Possessed ot this REMEDY, Every Man may be his own Doctor. It may lie robbed Into the system, so as to reach any internal oomplaint by these means, It cures Sores or Ulcere in the THROAT, 8TQMACH, fclVER,8(DE, or other parts. It is an In* fallible Remedy for BAD LEGS, BAD BREAS1S, Contracted or Stiff Joints GOUT, RHEUMATISM, and all Skin Diseases. 1

PORTA KTCACTIO*.—None

are gen nine

unless the signature of J. HAYDOOK, as axeut far ihe United States, surrounds eac* box Pills and Ointment. Boxes at 25 cents, 63cents and 91 each.

Mr There is considerable saving by taking the larger siKes HOLLO WAY A CO,, New York.

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We have a large and complete stock ol

MEN'S, LADIES', T: MISSES' obd .'' CHILDREN'S

Boots

Shoes

and

IN ALL THE

Most Desirable Styles

•f ii,"'

MADB. OUR^s

PRICES ABE LOWER

Tlian they have ever been before

VERY:» MUCH LESS

Than the same grade'of goods are sold to e'sowhere.

GOODS THAT WE CAN

Cor. ssd

....

Recommend for Durability'

DANIEL REIB0LD

Isis Ms.,

I Me

II*. 800,

TEBBK HAUTE. I WD.

PROVISIONS

WHOLESALE,

In store and for sale In Job lots, at *r....

118 MAIN STREET

Choice sugar cored hinSj shoulders an breakfast bacon also heavy clear baeoi sides and shoulders, and kittle rendered leaf lard in tierces and buckets.

SAM 8. EARLY.

EGBERT

CURTIS,

Terre Haute, Ind^

Breeder of Pure Brown aad Whl Le(p» horn*. Brown and White China Geese, and Mosoovy Duck*.

Stock and Eggs for sale. Agent for Animal Meal for Fowls and Swine, and German Roup Pills. a"