Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 35, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 March 1879 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER

FOR THK

PEOPLE.

DESTINY.

[A lady reader of The Mail asks a republication of the following. She *ays It helped her very much one day when the harden of life was heavier than usual. It first appeared In the Modern Argo, and is from the pea of K. W. K., this city.—ED. MAIL.]

1 cannot look into the hidden days, And trace in taem my path of destiny, Whether it lies thro' green and peaceful

Or, over'mountain heights its steps may be When, having braved the dangers, glory meet,

And, as a victor, win a Laurel crowu Or, if the valley lures my weary feet, To wear the Myrtle, sa from the world's frown^ 1 would not choose, but only ask to be

Made strong to work with earnestness and zeal Nor backward look, lest hopes now gone iroru me

Might weaken soul and will, and courage steal: Nor talents hide—if it be only one—

In love of ease, fearing life's nobler way Look forwaitl still, trusting to morrow's sun,

And It will give me strength for work to-day. I have a place to till—if lowly, still

There is a luster earnestness bestows If, up the mountain heights, a place I till, An addel light humility but shows. What matter then what crown Awaits the morrow.

If I in patience work, in Godtoown way? Then if It be of Yew, the one of sorrow, Twill prace my brow with luster new each day.

Terre Uauie, Ind.

Between Sunset and Bedtime.

BY FRANK LEE BRNKDICT.

Philip Voorhies was ooraing to risit us. We bad not seen him for several years, and daring that time he had been wandering tip and down the earth, going round it, and goodness knows where else, after the restless habit of this unsettled generation, which, it seems to me, can never be quiet under any circumstances, only travels to places for the pleasure of rushing away as fast as possible.

Phil was a distant relation of ours, and uy god-sou, and had always considered our bouse his "home" daring his boyish days. We were very fond of the handsome, high spirited fellow, both as boy and man. I used to think my sister spoiled him beyond measure, a charge which she flung back upon me with iodignatiou and, though I strongly denied such weakness, I am afraid my conscience was not entirely at ease.

My name is John Winters, and ray sister was chrstened Judith. We are merely a commonplace old bachelor and an old maid—at least, I .am commonplace, and Judith only escapes by pretending to be strong minded but it is a very shallow pretense, for she is as soft hearted as she accuses me of being, and gets as much interested as I do in the novels which she reads aload on winter evenings, though she declares she should never open such trashy volumes if it were not to spare my eyes and please my absurd tastes.

We are rich, and we live in a great, rambling country bouse, that came to us from oar grandfather. It is an odd, antiquated dwelling, but suits us all the better for that reason, and though we are not fond of leaving home, we like society, and usually manage to have pleasant people staying with us.

Philip was now in Amerioa, and was coming to visit us as soon as he had finished some business which be found awaiting him in New York. He wrote the very evening he landed, and we were toexpeot him on Saturday—fourteen days from the date of his letter.

Two days before he was to arrive, Judith roceived a letter from Jeanie Morris, announcing that she would be with us the next day. We always claimed at least two yearly visits from our young favorite, but the year before she had been in Europe, so more than a twelvemonth had elapsed without our seeing her. "Nothing could hare fallen out more delightfully," said I, when Judith read Jeauie's letter. "Upon my word, this arriving on nearly the same day looks like fate, doesn't it?" "There you go," said my sister, "spinning a romance, as usual. Now, for mercy's sake, don't you let either Jeanie or Phil perceive how foolish you can be it would be enough to make them bate each other forever arid ever."

Judith was so very severe upon my folly that I felt convinced her mind had leaped at once to the same conclusion. But I was in too high good humor to retort on her, and only said "But admit that it would be very nice if the two should take a fancy to one another," I persisted.

But Judith would admit nothing. "I have lived a quarter of a century too long to meddle with yonng people's fancies," quoth she, "and I advise you to be content with reading volumes of printed trash, instead of trying to invent romance on your own account."

The next day Jeanie arrived, looking lovelier than ever. The eighteen months which bad passed sinoe our last visit bad developed her form, that had been, perhaps, a little too angular twfore. Now, though she was still slim and tall, like a young Diana, shoulders and arms were exquisitely rounded, every curve of the figure was perfect, every movement was grace Itself. Her face, always beautiful, was now even more so, having gained in expression and in delicscv of feature, without losing Its perfect color.

The next morning, at break fast, Judith said: "I wl«*h, Jeanie, dear, that y»u would go out and gather some nice flowers for me. There are violets to be found at the foot of the lawn, and the hawthorn, by the carriage drive, is just coming into bloom. We must brighten up these old rooms a little, now that you are here."

She did not tell Jeanie that she expected another guest, for whom, even more than for Jeanie, she wished the rooms "brightened up." She intended Phil to bo a surprise. "With pleasure," replie 1 Jeanie, "and I will go at onoe, as I don't want any more breakfast."

She went out, and a few minutes later, as I looked across the lawn, I saw her reaching up to pull down a spray of hawthorns. She made such a charming picture that I stopped at the window to gaze, and even to call Judith t« see also. As she stretched up, her tall, stately figure showed like the figure of a young Greek goddess her sleeve, falling back, revealed the delicate, yet rounded wrist, and the swell of the snowy arm and her hair, which she had left flowing over her shoulders, shone in the sunlight like balf smothered gold. "I still wear it so in the mornings?' she had said, with a oay laugh, "when there lire no strangers, as I used wbeaaohild,"

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But all these charms were nothing compared to her faoe, which beamed wltb that spiritual lovelines to which 1 have alreauv alluded. "It is a look," I bad said to Janet, the night before, "that only comes alter suffering and struggle and triutupb but where can the dear girl have ever suffered?"

Suddenly the sound of wheels was heard, and a carriage came whirling up the drive. As it passed Jeanie, she looked arouud, and I thought, even at that distance, I saw her blush as she met the eyes of its ocoupant, a handsome young fellow, no other than Phil himself. "She don't like being caught with herbair down," I said to Judith. Then I saw her dart behind the trees and vanish among the shrubbery, nor did she

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resent for nearly au hour after, by aside path, gained the back of the house, aud slipped up to ber chamber, where she completed her toilet before showing herself again.

Meanwhile, Judith and I went mad over Phil, and though he was now a traveled, elegant young man who ought to have been too blase to feel pleased at anything, he was as demonstrative in his delight as if he had been a sohoolboy. "But how did you get here?" I asked. "We did pot expect you till to-morrow, and by train." "Came up the river in a friend's yacht, and drove over from the landing," he said. "Uncle Jack, you look superbly As for Aunt Judy, she is younger and more wonderful than ever." "And you are evidently as impudent as ever. SVhat worse coula I say? cried Judith, embracing him again. "But where is Jeanie?" called I at last, after an hour or so had passed.

As I spoke, as if in answer, in walked Miss Morris, and in eager haste I introduced the pair, in nHy own awkward fashion. "This is that scapegraoe, Phil Voorhies," I said. "You have heard us talk about him more than enough. I dare say we have made Miss Morris hate yon in advance. Phil—"

What more I said I do not know I kept on talking, though conscious that I had produced a very unexpected coup de theatre. I was evidently doing a work or supereogatlon in introducing those two young people. They recognized each other, and this unexpected meeting was a surprise which caused both strong emotion, though I saw at once that it was not of an agreeable nature to either.

Phil turned pale under all the sunburn left by his sea voyage, and Jeanie—well Jeanie looked as I remembered seeing ber do once when she was little, and au elder girl wiih a bad temper boxed her ears she looked positively faint, with a mingling of emotion in which it was difficult to tell whether a sort of frightened surprise or proud iudiguation was

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at Judith. For once in ber

life Judith stood helpless, as near re duced to a state of coma as I was myself.

Of course this little scene was over in a flash. Jeanie was the first to speak. She held out ber band. "How do you do, Mr. Voorhies?" she said, "I met your friend in Europe, Uncle Jack," she added, turning to me in explanation.

Judith, with the readiness of her sex, made a diversion. It was near the dinner hour, for we dinod early in the country, and there was only just time to get ready. She hurried Jeanie away, accordingly, and ordered Phil to his chamber. "It is your old room, of course, and you know the road," she said "so I'll not have Jack go with you, and keep you talking for half an hour, while the soap gets cold."

Well, I can only gueis at the feelings of the rest of the party, but that dinner was by no means the pleasant repast to which I had so eager.y looked forward all the morning. We talked enough. Indeed everybody talked incessantly, as if afraid of a catastrophe of some kind in case there should ensue an instant's silence. We talked gaily, too, and laughed a great deal but all the while I was dreadfully uncomfortable, aud kept saving mat a propos things in spite of myself and Judith nipped me severely and it seemed to my dazed intellect that our guests uttered remarks and allusions which were mutually galling, though they tried hard to behave to each other as if they were only casual acquaintances, meeting after along separation. "Did you say you met Phil In Paris, Jeanet?" I asked at la*t, with my usual knack of blundering. "I think so—I don't remember," replied she, carelesf-ly, and went on with ber tale, while Judith froze my blood with one glance of scorn, and I sank back in my chair, determined to control my tongue, though the effrt should cause me to burst a blood vessel.

Bat, would you believe It? In less than five minutes I heard myself interrupting Voorhies when he had taken his turn at galloping Into conversation. He was telling something about Rome— the new excavations in the Esquellne, I think—and I burst in with "Was Jeanie there

Then I felt myself turn scarlet. Again I reclined helplessly in my chair again Judith withered my soul with a glance of contempt, bat this time she spoke: "I beg and pray," said sbe, "that one of you will try to remember jast when, where, and how many times you happened ever to ancounter each other, for old Jack will allow no rational talk until you do. Not having known that you were acquainted, he insists on being dazed and stunned, as if there were something extraordinary in the faot—a Ratclifflan mystery, at least."

Then all three laughed, and I finished the climax by stammering: "O, no—mystery—why should I think so—I am sure—very glad—to find you old triends—"

Then Philip's voice msde itself heard, excessively courteous, but with an effort at polite indlflerence, whose failure was palpable, even to my oonfused senses. "I cannot flatter myself by supposing tbat I have a right to use the pleasant word you employ, Uncle Jack but at all events, I can tell you where I first bad the honor of meeting Miss Morris. It was at Rome."

I did not look up. I was afraid of committing some atrocity, even if I ventured so far as that. But I felt that Philip looked toward Jeanie Morris as he spoke that he paused, too, with the determination of making ber speak. Sbe did, after an instant. ''Yes, Aunt Judith—three flounces. I beg your pardon, Mr. Voorhies. O, yes: I know now what you said—so it was Rome. I had the impression I saw you in Paris—one meets so many people in so many places, when one makes a rapid tour like mine." "And afterwards at Biarritz," returned he, in a slow, distinct voice, tbat bad an odd, hard ring under its elaborate politeness. "Biarritz? Of course—what a memory you have!" If Jeanie'a voice had been a shade less indifferent, one would have said it was mocking and insolent.

I could not endure life an instant longer without getting a glimpse of their face*. I ventured to glance up from

Then 1 glanced at Phil. He ww frowning like a thunder cloud, and bis mouth was set hard and stern under the dropping lines of his heavy muataabe. At Judith I positively did not dare to look. Directly she spoke "Now if Jack has quite satisfied his curiosity, perhaps you will go on with your description, Philip! You may say what you like. Jeanie, I shan't have three dounoes! Well, Phil, they found or they did not find—what? Between doubts as to my flounces and Jack's absurd behavior, I can't (ell where you were!" "Cigarette time, Aunt Judb!" cried Philip. We must leave the statue half exhumed." "Come away, Jeanie," orled 'Judith, pushing back her chair more brusquely than was proper. "Let us leave these wretches to their incantations I can't staud smoke after dinner."

Sbe took Jeanie's arm, and the pair left the room. The instant the door closed Phil turned quite savagely upon me. "Why didn't you let me know that girl was to be here?" be demanded. "How could I thlntfhof It?" pleaded I in desperation. "I d|d not know tbat you bad ever Mfes on each other. Good gracious, what does it all mean "Mean?" cried he. "It means that I'll not spend a night under the same roof with her! I can't help how it looks —I don't care what anybody thinks—I am off." "Going away? Why, you'll break Judith's heart!"

Don't talk to me about hearts t" roared Philip. "There's no such thing when women are concerned—the artiole was left out of their auatomy. However, that's neither here nor there—I can't stay I would not endure another hour of such purgatory as that dinner has been for any price one could offer." "Matters did not seem to go smoothly somehow," said I. "Smoothly!" echoed Philip, In a voice tbat sounded like the blare of a wartrumpet. Then he laughed, in a bitter, tragic way tbat would have done credit to the Mepbistopheles himself. "Do tell me what it is all about!" I oried, feeling more bewildered than ever. "There's never any use in explanation," returned Phil, loftily. "I am very sorry to appear rude I can only trust to your goodness to excuse it—" "But—but only think how absurd it will look!" I interrupted, catching at that plea to induce him to rescind his resolution. "It will be better than staying here. No, Uncle Jack, I must go! Tell Aunt Judith I received a telegram—anything!" "But yoft had better see her." ••No—I can't see her," returned Philip and I understood tbat, though he knew from experience he could make uie do anything he pleased, he was afraid to encounter Judith. "Sbe will be angry, I know right enough, too. Bat I must go I must!" He rose as he spoke and left the room, and I did not venture to detain him.

I sat dazed, mechanically smoking cigar after cigar, wondering what it all meant. Maybe I dropped into a doze. Anyway, in spite of my favorite smoke, I felt as if I had a uigbtmare I roused myself enough at last to think tbat I must join the others, when I heard Judith's step in the hall. "Jack! Where are you, Jack?" she cried. "Here I am," I groaned, rising to meet her. "Did ever mortal bear the like of this," she cried, waving an open letter over ber head, and looking bptter adapted to serve as a model for Medea, or some other unpleasant historical or poetical personage, than the feminine ruler in the household of a timid old bachelor. "Never, never! I am fifty years old, but if 1 was five hundred I could not expect such a thing to happen twice." "Wh-what is it?" I asked. "Is Philip-" "I've not seen him—one of the men met him in the road—" "Then he has gone, after all!" "Gone?" echoed Judith. I can find no comparison tbat could do justice to her tone. "I suppose he tells you all about it in his letter," I suggested, hoping at least to be relieved from explanation, since I really bad none to offer. "What does he say?" "Sav! I think you are crazy. You are all as mad as hatters. I'll turn this house into an asylum, and shut you all up in it, if there's no other way."

Bat the letter—"

"Don't I tell you it's from Jean le,' cried Judith, fairly dancing at me in ber anger and astonishment. "Jeanie has gone away!" "Jeanie gone, too," I muttered, and sat beipless. "Gone, too?" demanded Judith. "Do you mean that Philip has left the bouse?"

I nodded. I was past speeeb for the moment. "Tell me this instant what it all means?" shrieked Judith. "I'll not wait A second 1*'

I really think she was so utterly be side herself tbat, if tbe table had not been between us, she would have shook me without in the least knowing what she was at. I found voice to say: "Philip went into a great state—said be would not stay a night in tbe house with that girl. I tried to get him to see you before be started I thought be was with yoa."

Judith sat down in a chair and glared at me. What does Jeanie say?" I ventured to ask.

My question agitated my sister so much that I really thought she would fly in pieces. Then, with ber usual brusque cbangeableness, sbe suddenly began to read tbe note aloud. "Dear Aunt Judith—you must forgive me—sometime I will explain—I canuot say now. I am leaving the house—I shall take the train to New York—mamma is there. Try not to be very angry with me, and invent some reason to give to Uncle Jack—I can think of none In my confusion—but I must go. It breaks my heart to behave so ill toward you—• do please try to pardon it, and believe me always, your loving Jeanie." "Heavens and earth,"oried I. "Gone!" "Gone! Ordered the carriage, and tirofe away while I was busy about the gardener, who is ill." "Gone to town," I Mid. "Why, good gracious, Philip has gone there, too."

There was a brief silence between us. Tbe room grew rapidly darker, for twilight was ooming on, so that I conld not well see Judith's face. Saddenly sbe startled me by bursting into a fit of laughter. There she sat and laughed like a maniac, and the more I begged to know if she had hysterica the more she laughed. -'sto

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under my eyebrows, which, fortunately, were long and shaggy. I looked first at Jeanie. She was playing with a bunch of grapes. A picture of indifference she made, that would have been perfect in Its way, had hor attitude been a thought lesshtudied or ber pretty fingers leas contracted in their nervous closing over the purple fruit.

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"O, don't you understand?" abe managed at length to articulate. "These two idiots were trying to run away from each other, and have run together."

I did understand. I laughed more insanely than Judith had done. I laughed until I set myself eongbing so hard tbat she was obliged to loosen my neckcloth and pound me on the back.

While we were thus occupied—I, In choking and laughing Judith sharing my merriment and slapping me like mad—we beard a carriage drive up. A minute more we heard Jeanie's voice In tbe ball. "God Lord, sbe has come back!" wbla-

She

Bred Judith. "Stop where y«u are. may as well think you know nothing about her going. I'll find out what it means."

My sister went away. I sat there alone in tbe gloom. The dining room was at the back of the house and had glass doors opening upon tbe shrubberies, and these doors now stood open, for it was a warm May evening.

Suddenly I beard a step on tbe veranda, and saw Philip's head appear in the doorway. He could not see me, but I bad lighted another cigar, and it made a bright spot in tbe darkness—he could see tbat. "Uncle Jack," he said, softly. "Yes, my boy," said I—there was no further emotion possible to me—I was calm from utter stupefaction. "I have come back," said he, rather sheepishly. "So I perceive," said I. "Yon needn't say anything to Aunt Juditb." said he, in a coaxing voice. Then be went on: "You see just as I was taking my ticket at the station, I saw Miss—I saw your young lady friend. As sbe had chosen to leave the bouse, there was no reason why I should not come back." "Not tbe slightest," said I, though I did not in the least know what I meant. "What reason did sbe give for going?" "I didn't see ber," said I. "But to Aunt Juditb—you have seen Aunt Judith?" "O, yes," I replied "but I don't think she knew any more about Jeanie's reason for going than I did yours." "I suppose I had better tell you," said Phil. "I feel rather more sane at present—I know I acted like a fool—but you see, meeting her here so unexpectedly quite upset me." "I should say there had been a pretty general upsetting," I muttered, but had sense enough not to make my reflection audible.

Just then we heard Judith call me. "Wait here," I said, rising. "I'll go and see what she wants."

So I went out into tbe corridor, clos ing the door after me. "Phil has come back," I whispered. "I know it, but Jeanie doesn't," returned my sister, in a low tone. "I saw him going through the shrubberies. What are we to do now?" "Has she said anything?" "She won't explain. She ohly Ulya she oould not stop in tbe bouse witb that man that when she got to tbe stasion she saw him buying bis ticket, so she came back." "Ho was just going to tell me his side of the story when you called to me," said.

Judith clapped her hands softly. "Go back and make him tell ft," said sbe.

I obeyed passively. I felt confident she bad some motive, but I was too dazed and stupid even to wonder what it could be.

When I returned to the dining room Phil was walking impatiently up and down. The moon had risen. She. was at her full, the May moon, and a great banner of light streamed in at the opun windows, and had illuminated tbe apartment. "What did Judith want?" "Nothing. The gardener is ill. That bgs turned the house topsy-turvy," said I, evasively. "I suppose Aunt Judith will blame me for her visitor's going away," said be. "I am sure I don't know. That will depend, I suppose, on what Jeanie tells her." "What canshe tell her?" cried Phil. "I think she would be puzzled to give any account of her conduct. There was never a man so abominably treated as I hftVB l)66D»" "Come, Phil," said I, "I have known Jennie since sbe was a child—there must be some mistake." "How I loved her," he broke in. "I love ber yet. That is the worst of ltt —that Is what drove- me so wild to-day. After all that bad come and gone, after having been so cruelly deceived, mocked and made a jest of—that I should be such a weak fool tbat tbe sight of her can move me—but I love her yet—yes, I do—that is what galls me so!"

I was sitting neat the door which led into tbe library and it must have beeu partially ajar, for I could hear a slight rustle and stir in the room beyond but I took no notice, and in an instant all was still again. "Tell me, Phil," I urged. "At least you know you can trust me, or Juditb tbat we love you as If you were our younger brother." "Yes, yes, I know. Well, It is not much of a story," be continued, witb a hard Utile laugh. "I met her In Rome, first, nearly three years ago. I don't think I fell in love. I loved her from the mctnent I set eyes on her. I believe I told her so in less than a week. Well, well, after awhile sbe gave me reason to believe she cared for uie."

He stopped for a moment. A treacherous sob choked bis voice. Bat presently be began again, in an odd, re pressed tone, that somehow was fuller of pain than an unrestrained emotion oould have been. "I may as well tell it in a few words. She was obliged to leave Rome. Her cousins wanted ber to marry some Italian, and they quarreled with me. But the upshot was that Jeanie and I were engaged—in July her mother was to come to Europe—Jeanie would be with ber at Blarritz--free from her relations, and I was to join her there." "Yes—well "I bad more than two months to live through. I went wandering about, to nw«M» tbe time as best I coula. At first I received letters from her very often but soon they grew more rare then they stopped altogether. It was not vet the time she had set for me to seek her but I flew off to Biarritz, and—"

His hesitation quite maddened me. I cried out: ••Well—you' saw her?—for Heaven's sake, tell the rest." "Saw her!" he repeated savagely, shutting bis teeth together till they clicked like steel springs. "Yes, I saw her—I think I shall not forget it—this ride the grave." "Go on." "In the train from Bordeaux I met one of her cousins, who told me that Jeanie was to marry the Italian that she bad informed them of her engagement to me as a good joke that sbe had fooled me just for the fun of the thing: tbat sbe had laid a wager that she could do so." "What did you do?" "I went on to Biarritz! The family bad a house on tbe cliffs. It was even

ing. I went up there, determined to see Jeanie. I knew tbat it was probable' I should be refused admittance. So I just walked into the bouse for tbe doors wore open. There was a veranda at tbe back, like yours bere. I saw JeanMbltting there, and tbe Italian was kneeling at her feet."

Once more he broke off. Once more, as he paced up and down, I heard tbat sudden stir in the room '«eyond but it was as quickly repressed as before. "Did you go on?" I asked. U# "Go on," returned be. "I bad seen enough. There was a nigbt train to Pau. I took it. From Pau I wrote to her. I was determined tbat sbe should not believe sbe bad made an utter fool of me." "What did you write?" "Tbat I bad to thank her for our pleasant flirtation in Rome that, as of course neither of us had ever considered it serious, she would not be surprised that I hoped before long to tntroduoe my wife to ber and that I trusted my sweet girl would rank among Miss Morris' friends." "Good heavens, Phil!" "Then I started for Australia, and went round the world. Well, here I am—and that is my story." "And a pretty one it is!" eried a voice in tbe'llbrary doorway, which made us both jump.

We turned. There stood Juditb. "You're a dreadful fool, Phil!" she continued. j|"There was no truth in what tbat woman told you. The Italian did propose t« Jeanie—sbe could not help that—I suppose you happened to go eavesdrop ping at tbe very moment!" "Aunt Judith." "Hold your tongue!" cried that impfe rious lady. "They had kept back y°ur letters and Jeanie's, no doubt. Well, sir, the first news sbe bad of you, after 'weeks of silence, was tbat sweet effusion you sent from Pau. Do you know what you did, sir? Yoa nearly broke her heart!" "If I oould believe that, groaued

Phil." "I would go and find her—beg her to "Bah!" Interrupted Juditb. "Come here!"

She pushed him into the library, and abut the door behind him. We beard a cry from Phil, echoed by a feminine voice. Then we neither saw nor heard our visitors for more than an hour.

Tbe table had been cleared and lamps brought, and Judith and I Were waiting witb what patienoe we might. The door opened at last.

There the pair stood, a little shamefaced but as happy a couple as one could well find.

Juditb hugged them both, and so did I, Then we had some supper. Then Judith stornly dismissed us all to our respective chambers. "This is a respectable bouse, and I am a womau of or4er," said sbe "it is past eleven o'clock, and I feel as if we bad lived aboat ten years between sun set and bedtime."

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Our MILKER, tbe best on Earth, ensures, pure, clean, milk. Haves Its cost every week. Sells rapidly. Sent by mall to any part of the U. 8, Bend

.. stamp for particulars. J. W.GUERNSEY, General Agent, 8 Cottrlandt street, New York.

BROWNS

The only reliable remedy for all Thro it and Lung Diseases, is a scientific preparation, compounded from the formula of oueof the most successful practitioners in the Western country. It has stood the test for tbe last twenty years, and will effect a cure after aft other cough remedies have failed.

f'" tlead the Following:

HALLOV RKPRESBNTvrxvttj, IKDI«.NAPOLIS, IND., eb 15.1OT1.

Da. J. U. BBOWN:—We have used your "Brown's Expectorant," and take pleasure in saying that we found ttthe best medicine ever used for Coughs, Colds and Hoarseness, and cheerfully reoommenl it to all wiio m*y be troubled with Throat aud Lung affections

Wm Mack, Speaker House Rep, Zenor, Hep Harrison county, Cauthorn, Rep Knox county,

Montgomery, Rep Johnson county, Tsruon, Rep Juhnson and Morgan counties, Frtchell, Doorkeeper House Rep, N Warum, Rep Hancoc* county, (JHP Abbott, Rep Bartholomew oountr

Calkins, Rep Fulton county, Jno Oopner, Rep Montgomery county W Neff, Hep Putnam county.

It Acts Like Magic. OFFICE

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JEFFBBSONVILLE. IND., APRIL

DR.

H. BKOWN

6,1871.

J—Havingsuffered

with a

severe cough for some time past, I was induced to try one bott of your ''Brown's Expectoraut." I unhesitatingly say I found It pieasant to the* taste, aud to act like magic.

few doses done the work for tbe

cough, and I am well, DLLLARD RICK.ETTS, PRESIDENT

and r.

R. R.

Read What Gen. Kimball Says.

INDIANAPOLIS, IND., Dec. 80,1868.

DR. J.H. BROWN After having used your "Expectorant Syrup" long enough to knowl and appreciate Its good qualities. I can cheerfully bear testimony to Its uniform success In ouring the 'iiost obstinate oases of Coughs, Colds, etc. I have frequently administered the Expectoraat" to my children, and always found it the very best,as well as most pleasant remedy of Its kind.

NATHAN KIMBALL, Treasurer of State.

What a Case of Consumption Says.

David A. Sands, of Darlington, Montgomery county, says: "Mywlfenas been afflicted with consumption for a number of years, and during that time has tried most all the medicines recommended for that disease without affording any re:ief. I was induced by therec jmmendations of Dr. Kirk, druggist at Darlington, to try'Brown's Expeoto-. rant Syrup,' and I am now happpy to say that my wife Is so much improved I am confident ft will entirely restore her health by its continued use."

It Cures Bronchitis.

EDINBURGH, IND., August 28,1871. This is to certify that I have used 'Brown Expectorant'In my family since its first in-' traduction. It has never failed to glvesatlsfactlon. My wife Is subject to Bronchitis, and I have found no remedy equal to "Brown's Expectorant." I recommend it as a safe and reliable medicine.

J. T. BHEXTON, M. D.

Browns Expectorant

Is For Sale by All Druggists.

A. KIEFER,

INDIANAPOLIS. Sick

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PILLS.

est and easiest to take. Only onn pill a dos®. 40 in a vial. Purely Vegetable. Price 25 cents. Sold by all Druggists.

CARTER MEDICINE CO., Prop'rs, Erie, Pa. Tivo Vials My mail tor one dollar.

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