Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 46, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 17 May 1879 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

Written for The Mall.

THE DISCONTENTED FAIRY,

There's a sad, sweet tale of a lively elf, Who dwelt secure in a dowuy bed, Witt) the violet curtains lolded close,

And tue rarest perfume round her shed. But she grew unhappy and longed ter change.

And, wandering out one summer morn, Caught a sunbeam and started away, The happiest elfin tnat e'er was born.

The things she did the that long bright morning I know I never could tc 1 them all How she chased the thlatleuowu over the garden,

And danced for hours at the butterfly a hall) She danced and flirted with all the flowers,

Madly and gaily she took her part In the whirl oi pleasure, qute forgetting Her quiet home In the violet a heart.

She laughingly claimed ol her friends a promise That, if storm or trouble ever came. As an ancient crone had that morning predicted,

They would shelter and love her all the same. They promised fait and she sped away

On her airy quest for pleasures new. Fondly dreaming her new made friends Would tender hearted prove and true.

But the day grew old, and the rain clouds gathered. Fleet and fierce came the threatened storm, And the frightened fay drew her rose leaf mantle

More closely around her shivering form. Such weary leagues as she had to travel To reach her home 'mid tho violets blue, That were away at the top of the garden.

And she was down where the parsnips grew.

She thought of the friends mado in ilie sunshine, And her fulling heart took eourage again. 8he would turn her steps to the home of the

Tulip,

And ask lor aid ef this oest of men She reached the door, but the close shut portals ,,

Sprang not back at her timid knock. Bat a menial said said she "had best bo marching,

In 'tramps' V.ls lordship took no stock.

A queenly rose she had met at morning, Dwelt in a stately home near by. Had bale her

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come to her,at parting,

If siorin clouds darkened the summer

"Oh Rose," she called, now wild with terror, "The skies are darkened, the sun has fled, Open vour door and give me shelter,

With cold and Hunger I am almost dead.

The rounded cheek of tue lovely .flower Only flushed with a deeper, rosier hue, And the haughty head was tossed In anger,

As the storin-drenched fairy met her view. "May Ia*k what you wish," in a freezing tene,

And a distant bend of the regal form •'And answer quickly, I can't stand here In this open door aud the driving storm-"

"I can only wonder at your presumption lu coming here, such a horrid fright If you don't move on I shall call Mr. Tulip.

And have you locked In theja.ll to-nlglit.' Wearily now she turned to the Lily, "Oh !*Lily," she said, "the storm Is here, You will not forget your mirnlug promise,

You will shelter and love me, won't you dear

Bat the Lily grew pale with pride and passion, And the tones were harsh and cold that said, "I never unclose my doors to beggars

You can soon get. home if you travel ahead." Twas a pitiful sight, as wet and weary,

With spangled robes, all limp and torn, She struggled on through the blinding tempest

Back to the home she had left at morn.

There, sweet blue eyes, grown dim with a in Brightened at sight of the luckless fao, Returned in the lilghl of storm and darkness ,,

To the friends she had spurned in the light of day. Never a word spoke Ihe loving flower,

But gathered ru-r up io a warm embrace, Smoothed the tangled curls from the forehead,

Kissed the drops from tho tear stained face. Toak the sollod robes from the drooping flsfiue,

Warmed and fad her wtth nectar sweet Folded her own dainty garments about her, Bathed In a dew drop Hie wounded teet Laid her down In the air.est chamber,

Croon lag tho while a low sweet song, Wooing sle *p to tho tired eyelids, Whieh catud at las and she slumbered long.

Never again did the wayward fairy Stray From he home In the dewy glen. But dwelt content with her Violet irleud*,

Far away :rom the haunt* of meu. ThU Is wliv, so the legend tells, The fairies love these sweet, shy flowers, And ever under th-ir broad green leaves,

Rear In secret their elflu bjwers.

MAME.

Argonaut.

HIS MISTAKE.

FANNIB M. POOH.

Come in and sit down, nay boy. Glad to see you. Feeling pretty well cut up, are you? Well, I guess so 'taint the ptoasautest thing in the world to have the girl you love go back on you, and marry another chap. But there's things rougher than that, I can tell you.

No, no! Drop that bottle! Some men can use liquor, and some can't. As for »ne, I can drink it, and I can let it alone but there's no knowing the stuff that's in you—you're not halt ripe yet. Aud I'm not tbe man to put temptation in tho way of any one, least of all a boy feeling sore over bis drat disappointment—you'll get used to having 'em by au' by.

So I'tti an old bachelor, am I, that never had a wife, nor wanted one, an 1 don't know how you feel? .You're out there, boy. I have had a wife. I didn't marry her—another fellow did that but she was my wife just as much as if the parson had tied tue knot. How was it Well, I don't mind telling you perhaps it'll do you good, and it can't harm her now,"

When I was a young cbap of about twenty'Six or seven (I never kept much track of my birthdays), I used to be a brakeman on the local train over tho road here. I was a tall, well made, strong fellow some good looking, 1 judge, from the sly glanc«s I used to oaten through the end wiudows of the car. I had too bard a bead to make a beast of myself with liquor, and too many strings to my bow to go to the devil for a woman but I was a wild cbap, with no home or home ties, and not looked upon as just the person a careful mamm* would choose for her daughter to travel ro nd with.

We get pretty well used to the faces of the passengers on tbe local trains, and among the most regular ones were the scholars of a young ladies' seminary, tip at the eudof the road. 1 got to knowing 'em all by sight, so I oonld pick out the new ones at the beginning of the term. Good enough girls they were, I guess rather given to giggling and every now and then one of 'em would get coft ou my moustache, and pace through tbe window at me—but no more barm in 'em than in so much sugar

and water. Bleas you, I got so used to their little ways that I didn't mind 'em ao more than I did the birds' twittering.

Oue morning in July we bad an unusually full train, and I had {ustatepped up on the lower step and was turning round to speak a word to Bill Lake abont a game of draw he wanted me to come up and finish that night, when I felt alight touch on my arm, with the words: "May I trouble you to let me pass, sir?"

I faced round, to find myself looking Vight into tho eyes of a girl that was standing on tbe platform, waiting to get OFF.

What did she look like? How do I know? A man can't pick the woman he loves to pieoos, and tell ber good points as if she was a trotting horse. She had a glint of reddish gold in her hair—I know that .and the pink on her cheek was never two minutes alike. Her eyes —well, I can't tell the color I've seen pansies just like them, but never such oyes.

As I movei out of the way, she swept past me with a slight bend of tbe head, and that little air of dignity a lady puts on when she feels that she^s being eyed by two or three men who ain't exactly gentlemen. I looked after ber long enough to see ber join the rest of the girls, and then swung myself on the train.

You never knew I'd been to college, did you? Well, I was laid out to be a lawyer, but the professors and I had a little falling out the year before I should have graduated, and they told my stopfather (my mother died when I was a little shaver) that it would be healthier for me to retire into private life. So the old man said it was a waste of time to try to make me a gentleman, and he washed his hands ot me. I expect he was about right. Anyhow, I didn't step to argue the point, but just took myself out of his way with a surveying party that was going out on the liae of the new railroad.

I stayed witb that crowd—and a very rough set they were—quite a while, learning surveying and considerable else that isn't in toe prayer book, till the line was finished, when I took this place as braketnan. I prided myself on being as rough as any of 'em, and, by this time, had got all the "gentleman" that I brought from home thoroughly rubbed out.

But it's a strauge thing, my boy, that while I knew the rest of the girls, who were so willing to smile and bow, and exchange flowers and glances with me in the cars, would cut me dead the next minute, if I met them with their parents or gentlemen of their set, and it didn't rile me a bit, that stately movement of her body when she passed, which told me she didn't think me a gentleman, cut me to the qeick. We were near to the next station before the flush that it brought was gone from my cheek entirely.

I went to my room that evening, meaning to go down to Bill's and play poker till near morning but somehow, when I thought of the boys and their talk, and the smell of pipes and bad whisky, and all that kind of thing it disgusted me.

I wonder why, ju3t then, 1 should think of my dead mother—I hadn't before since I entered college—and how I had gone to her once, crying with something of mine that had got mixed up and useless,—my kite string I thitfk— and how she lilted me up on her lap and petted me into smiles again, while she straightened the string till it was as good as new.

With the thought came such a sense of the loss and tangle in my life, (I think the feeling had been there some ever since she passed me), that if I'd been a woman I'd have cried. But instead, I just took up my pipe and bag of "Ktllikinick, tramped down to the wharf, and had a square talk with myself in the moonlight.

Go back to my folkB? 1 had now but my step-mother, and I couldn't come the prodigal son worth a cent, for I wasn't fool enough to think a fellow could root around with the hogs as long as I'd done, and then go home and tit into the best robe comfortably, even if the old man had been inclined to trot out the fatted calf and fixin's— which I doubt so I looked the thing in the face squarely,sunk "the gentleman" in the Bay, and'then went straight home and took arousing hot whisky to make me sleep.

She came reg'lar after this with the others, in the morning. I knew when she got ou the train, for I watched her, and when I saw her I always had that wish to show her that I was born her equal. I'd have given worlds to speak to her, but she never gave me a show. I might have been the iron brake for all the notice she took of me.

But one morning she dropped her veil as she was getting on the train, and if anyone had left me a fortune it wouldn't have made me happier. Handing it to her I said: "Excuse me, Madam, I think this belongs to you."

I saw a shade of surprise in her eyes as she thanked me, and I knew by that, and a look of curiosity she gave me, that she had found out by my words what I meant she should. After this Bhe'd show a little consciousness of me when she passed, and once in a while, when she thought I wasn't looking, I'd catch a raro glance, an if I puzzled her some.

I never shall forget one day. She was two traius later than Visual. I'd missed her Irotn the rest that morning, and my heart was heavy aa lead for fear she was sick.

There was a lot of roughs on a picnic, and the cars were well crowded with the worst sort of whisky and human nature mixed. I know fights would be plenty, and I was glad of it, for those days I felt ugly with myself and everyorie else— but one—and thrashing a follow lets off steam better than anything else. I was watching the folks push into the car, when suddenly I caught sight of a girl's figure jostled in among them, standing in a kind of uncertaiu way in tbe aisle, looking for a

S3«t,

I was by ber side in­

stantly. "This way, If you please," and she was settled in the single seat at tbe end of the c*r, with ber shawl and books to keep tbe other place. She had hardly got quietly settled, when a great brute oaoie along, lifted ber books, and with a low expression sat down by ber side. He was up again though, and off to tbe other end of the car before he know who helped him there.

No, I wasn't afraid of his crowd. They weren't so flush of pistols then as thsy are nowadays, and I hadn't run with the set I did at college, and lived with tha bovson tbe plains so long for nothing. twas handy with my lists, and no light weight either, and they all knew it.

Well, after I had pitched that fellow out of the way, I said, "Como, Miss Nellie, I'll find you a seat in another car." knew her name fro~n bearing the girls call h«r, you see.) But the next car was jast as bad, and she drew back witb an appealing look. "Mayn't I stay on tbe platform with you?" she said. "It's only three stations and I'm afraid of those men."

Might she! Tue thought that she'd be

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alone with me for even a few minutes, that I oould look in ber sweet face and speak to her if I wanted to, was heaven to me, and I cursed the way the traia seemed to fly over the ground. Not tiat I said much of anything to her. She was quivering all over like a hunted bird, and I only told ber there was no danger of any of those brutes coming out on the platform, for it was against the company's rules and once showed her how the different shades of brown were mixed, in a mountain we saw in the distance.

But I did look at her from under my broad straw hat (we didn't wear uniforms then.) I fed my hungry eyes on her face till I knew every line of it, even tbe little marks where the sun bad kissed her. Whether she was handsome to others I don't know, but hers was the loveliest face in the world to me. When she got off she thanked me with a smile, and alter she was out of sight the day seemed gloomy, and I felt ugly as the devil.

She got, after this, to giving me a graceful little bow when she'd meet me, and I took care that should be as often as I could mauage without anyone noticing it. I wouldn't have had the boys on the train get to joking about ber ior anything.

So tbe weeks went on till a year bad

fone,

and it was Commencement at the eminary. They came down ou our train that day, fur they weren't out as early as usuaJ and it was a pretty sight to see the graduates in their white dresses, with arms full of flowers, each with a little crowd of friends around her.

How glowing and eager they were glad to leave the happiest part of their life, so as to eat of the tree ot knowledge, and find the stings that were under the flowers.

Among the party round her was an elderly lady, dressed in widow's weeds, and several gentlemen one, in particular, I'd seen come up on the train with her two or three times. He was shaved clean, with very black eyes, and very white teeth. 1 hated him he had such an air of overshadowing and owning her when he carried her basket aud books. But, as to that, I hated everyone then that I thought had a show to win the woman I loved and couldn't even try to get.

Of course, the other girls hadn't even noticed me as they went by. But when I saw her coming along, with his head bending so close to hers, pretending to admire the flowers she was holding, though he had handsomer ones in his own band, and bis big black eyes gloating over the face I had felt belonged to me ever since the day of that picnic, I grew desperate for fear she would pass me without a word. So, stepping right up in front of ber, I said, liftine my hat, and holding out a bunch of pansies to her: «»js It too late, Miss Nellie, to offer my congratulations upon your successful graduation?"

The girls turned around and stared at us, ana her mother straightened up an inch taller and looked black as thunder. But, though her sweet wild rose color grew deeper and deeper, till it had spread all over ber face, and even down to the kind of cloudy ruffle around her neck, she took the flowers, and said "Thank you" in her own quiet, ladylike way.

I hadn't meant to say a word more ('twas mighty cheeky in me to speak to her at all), but as I looked into her lovely eyes for the last time, as I thought, I stammered out, "I shall miss you on the train," and she held out her hand to me with a sudden motion, said "Good-bye," and passed on.

I heard one of the men with her say: "Mis3 Nellie wins hearts among all classes and he, with his curaed face all teeth and eyes, said: "Nellie, like Orpheus, attracts even the—" "Oh hush!" said she, in a pained voice "prav hush! He is a gentleman. Don't—" and they passed out of my hearing, up to the car.

I got sick of the cars,,after that. You see, I'd been so used to watchiDg her in themorniugs, and living all day on tbe look of her I had then, that 1 couldut content mvself without it. So I went off to Southern California to sarvev on a new railroad there, and after I got through with that job I had an offer to South America, where I found I remembered enough of my college work to get into two or three pretty good things. So when I drifted back here again I had money enough with me to take care of mo if I should be laid up, and bury me when I die. And I bought a share in the business I'm in now, because the hours are short, and it don't do much barm to have me leave everything to my partner when the wandering fit takes me, as it does every month or two.

I had promised Charley Woods, an old railroad chum of mine, who was mashed to death between some cars he was coupling, that I would live with his mother. And when I got to Aunty Woods' cottage and saw my room, a pleasant one with aside window, I felt more at home than I thought was in me.

After dinner that evening I was sitting at the open window, smoking my pipe and enjoying a bed of pansies, which lay under my window, in the side garden of the next house, when I saw looking out of the window opposite mine, the same two faces I'd seen going down tLe car together that day in June.

She knew me, and turned with a pleasont smile to point me out to her busband—for that I saw he was. He looked up at the window, and with that devilish grin of his, said something that drove the color from her cheeks and brought the look of wonder and grier iuto her eyes that you see in babies' when they first find any one cruel enough to strike them theu they passed out of sight.

Strange chance? 'Twan't chance that brought me way from South America to land me next door to the woman who had polled at my heart strings ever since tbe first time I saw her! What was it? It's hard telling. That election the preachers talk ao much about, perhaps. Anyway, there I was, with a harder pull than ever, and on an up grade.

No, boy, not ber marriage—that wasn my trouble. I never tried to get her far myself, and I wasn't such a selfish animal as to want her to go all ber life without the care and protection all women crave, and most of all, such a gentle, loving nature as hers, because I couldn't be the one to give them to her. No! No! If he bad been kind to ber and made ber happy, I'd have given him my life if be needed it. But I knew when first I met his eye that be was a devil, and I saw enough in that moment at tbe window to tell me that, short a time as they hid been married, he had oommenced to show her his nature, and that It wouldn't take him very long to kill ber—my tender blossom!

Well, I kept out of their way as much as I could, for I couldn't bear to see tbem together. Sometimes when I sat In my room, I could see her at ber sewing in the bay window, now and then stopping to look at the tiny clothes she was making, with a half sad, half tender smile that made her face look so holy that she'd have been a good enough saint for me to worship, if I'd been in the religious line. I met her once in awhile, of course, I couldn't very well

help it, and we always bowed, and sometimes exchanged a word about the weather and once she asked me if I was on the cars yet. But I never dared trust myself to Bpeak much to ber, and I knew, what she was too pure minded to see, that tbe brute that owned her would be glad to get the excuse our stopping to talk together would give bim for making some ot those cowardly speeches that outtaged her delicacy and broko her heart.

I have heard things, as the summer days came on and wiudows were left open, that sent me up and down my room, raging like a madman at my own powerlessnass and, as the time came along when she was more and more delicate, and her very looks would have made any one with a spark of manhood in bim gentle to ber, I've seen him push ber off with au oath when she'd come aud lean ber bead on bis shoulder. He really hated her because she wasn't ...

That I couldn't stand, and when It would happen I'd go off somewhere on a ranch, may be, and break horses or run with a chap I knew that was engineer on an express train or anything else that gave me a good chance to break my neck.

Once, when I was coming home after one of these trips, I met tbem at the station. He was juBt going off bunting (how I wished he would blow his oursed braiDS out), and she had come to the cars with him. Turning into a short cut through the fields as I went home, I found thai she bad taken the same way, so.there was nothing to do but to walk along with her.

It was just the cool of a September day, and the air had that golden haze which comes with sunset on tbe fall months. The path lay part of the way through fields of mustard that grew taller than she was, and it was hard to tell where the still, sweet glow of the yellow flowers ended, and that of the setting sun began. Except for the bees, drowsily humming, and the big "Japan" butterflies that lilted themselves lazily as we stirred tbe flowers in passing, we were alone. The air was full ot the smell ot the blossoms, and it seemed as if we two were in a world of our own that was throbbing with love. It was tough .vork, I tell you, to keep my eyes and voice just what they ought to be.

She talked mostly of ber "happy girlhood" (not three years ago, poor child,) and said she was glad to have me for a neighbor, for she had not forgotten how bravely I took care of her that day on the cars, and she didn't feel at^all afraid with her husband gone, knowing that I was so near. I answered as well as I could, till it got too hard for me, and we walked on in silence as the glow was dying slowly out of the sky, never looking at each other—close together, for the path under the trees was narrow. But, somehow, when we got to the gate at the end of the fields, both starting to lift the latch, our bands came together, and as she looked up with a shadow of her old arch smile, our glances met, aud all the woman in her eyes leaped out to meet the man in mine, and I kcew, then, that she loved me, that she was mine—my wife—and that I had let that wretch take ber, when if I had called her, she would have come with me.

What I said, I don't remember nothing, I think, that her tender heart could grieve over. But I gathered her little hands to my breast and crushed them with kisses, read once more the bittersweet news her eyes told me, and leit her.

I didn't go home that night. I could not risk it, for I read in her eyes more than she knew they told me. She felt that she belonged to me, and I had a big devil to put under my feet before I could go back.

What! Open your lips to say another such word as that and I'll shake the heart out of ye!

There! there! Don't say any more about it. You don't know any better yet, I suppose but when you really love a woman you'll kuow that a man will suffer death itself before ho will let, or tempt, his wife to lose one shade of her purity in tho world's eyes or his own.

How's that? She wasn't really my wile? I say she was. Let me tell you, young fellow, that if a man aud woman ain't married before they go to church, no words of the minister's can marry them. And she was my wife by a higher law than that of any court.

That night they S9nt over for Aunty Woods in a great hurry, aud I knew that, for hours, it was an even thing whether my darling would live or die. I hoped for her death but toward morning Aunty came up to my room to see if her boy was all right, and told me that "the poor young thing across the way" was about out of danger, the doctor said, and it was a little girl. "But I doubt she'll raise ber," said she. "Why not, Aunty?" "She too handsome. Them handsome chil'ren never live.

AH'

they

don' know where that husband of hers is, nuther. And a good job it is, the nuss says, if she needs to be kept quiet. She has putty hard lines, I guess, poor young creetur."

Aunty's old time wisdom told her true the baby was buried three weeks after that, and a week before her husband came home. He wouldn't have come them if he hadn't seen her mother's death in the paper, and wanted to look after the money.

Whea I got bick (I'd gone on a tramp the day after she was taken sick), Aunty was lull of news from next door. She told me of her sweetness and patience in her sorrow, and bow, when tho news of ber mother's death came so soon after her baby's, she just dropped like a white lily, aud wasn't strong from the shock when her husband came. Ai:d here Aunty stopped when she could say no good of any one she was silent.

About a week after, I wasn't feeling very well—hadn't slept any, in fact, all night, and bad no head for business so I went home earlier than usual. As I stepped into the ball, I heard her foice in the dining room. It never needed words for her to tell me what was in her mind, and I had to stand still a minute till I'd braced myself up for the toughest work I ever did. As I went in she turned and commenced talking in a hurried wav about coming over to see Mrs. Woods' flowers (a pot of mignonette, and a couple of beds of thyme and

vuav vuaugw entered and she was free to attend to the bread.

When we were alone together, my darling stood for a moment, nervously crushing her handkerchief then moved slowly toward where I was standing with both hands gripped tight on the back of the arm chair. "I came," sbe filtered then her courage failed her, and tbe red blood suged all up over her pale face, bringing out plainer the cruel, livid streak across her cheek and she reached ber hand toward mine with a timid, fluttering motion, looking me full in the face tbe while. Such a look! Have I told you that her eyes darkened when she felt deeply? They were almost black now, with an awful longing in tb6W—like huntedt tortured creature that see# iti borne in

sight and there came over them such a look of rest and trust when they met mine

No, I didn't move. I held on to thst chair as if it was my only chance of life. I didn't dare I didn't dare, my boy for, if I'd felt tbe clasp of ber band I'd have bad her in my arms, and 'Twouldn't have been in the power of mortal man to put her from me then.

You didn't know I was so very moral, eh? Keep a civil tongue in your head, young one. My morality '11 never get me into heaven you know that as well as I, but I'm no coward and I'd as soon have called a baby to me aud cut its throat while it smiled up in my face as to have taken advantage of ber tender, trusting love for me to drag her down to a life her innocent heart bad no idea of. When she askbd me to take her from tbe man that tbe law called ber bdsbana she didn't think what the reality of the thing would be. She'd haver waked up to it some day, and it would have driven her crazy.

So I stood, shaking like a leaf, with my hands glued to the back of the chair, and as soon as I could moisten my parched lips enoxgh to get a sound out I called: "Aunty, I wish you'd see Mrs. Barley home. It's' getting dusk, and sbe musn't be out late." All tbe light faded out of ber face, and, dropping her arms witb a hopeless gesture, sbe turned, with a gentle patience that touched me more than words could, and went out with Aunty.

That was a hard fight. Likely you'll never see any such iu your life. I don't think you are tbe breed to have them.

I bad sent to her death the creature I loved better than all the world. I had beard bim the night before, in his mad rage at being disappointed about her mother's money, taunting her witb tying him to a beggar, and keeping him from marrying a woman that was good for something, and worth a thousand white-faced fools like her. And then, when bis fury was at its height, came tho sound of that cruel blow. Then silence, except now and then a low moan, and "thank God! my baby didn't live."

You think I was too hard? You're wrong there. True, I knew when I sent ber back that before long he'd have killed-all of her he owned—ber body. But dearly as we loved each other, boy if she'd stayed with me I should have killed both body and soul. I knew she'd want ber baby again, and I was more merciful than you think when I sent her home.

When Aunty came back she found me iu my room crying like a child—no, like a man whose tears are drops of his heart's blood. "Did you know her before she was married, Harrj?" she asked. I nodded my head, and like a wise old soul as she was, she left me with no more questions.

Late in tbe morning, when I came down I handed her my will to keep. In it I left her' everything, as if she had been my mother. She tried, with many tears, to keep me at bome it was no use. I should have gone mad if I'd stayed in sight of tbe next house.

Though I didn't allow it to myself then, I tried for weeks to drink myself to death as bard as ever man did, but all I got by it was a fever that laid me up tor so long that when I could be moved home to Aunty's, she had been freed from all suffering for two weeks. "Heart disease," the doctors said, and that her pretty changing color was a sure sign of trouble there. They buried her with her baby.

When she thought I was able to bear it, Aunty brought me a box with a bunch of dried pansies, a lock of hair, and one of her pictures taken when a school girl, in it. On the back of the picture was traced, iu a trembling hand, the words, "You were right." (You needn't have told me, Nellie I knew you'd understand me, dear.)

No, I won't show you the picture. No eye sees it but mine until I die, and then it goes to my grave with me.

I guess you'd better be traveling, youngster I'm going to shut up the shanty.

"Praffcnl Scleace"

Under' the above heading, the St. Croix Courier, of Stephen, N. B., iu referring to the analysis of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery and Sage's Catarrh Remedy, recently made by Prof. Chandler, of New York, and others, says: "Nothing was discovered which we think objectionable, and the published analysis should increase, rather than retard, their sale. To us, it seems a little unjust to call a man a quack, simply because he seeks to reap as much pecuniary reward as other classes of inventors." The English Press is conservative, yet after a careful examination of all the evidence, it not only endorses but recommends tbe Family Medicines manufactured by Dr. Pierce. Ne romedies ever offered the afflicted give such perfect satisfaction as Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery and Dr. Sages's Catarrh Remedy.

We Challenge Ihe World. When we say 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 the time, and relieve Asthma, Bronchitis, Whooping Cougb, Croup, and show more cases of Consumption cured than all others. It will cure where th- fail, it is pleasant to take, harmless to the youngest child and we guarantee what we say. Price 10 cents, 50 cents and ?1.00. If your Lungs are sore, Chest or Back lame, use Shiloh's Porous Plaster. Sold by Gulick fc Berry.

Safe, Permanent and Complete are the cures ot intermittent diseases performed by CLITFORD'S FEBRIFITOS. Dumb thills, fever and ague, and all bilious disorders are speedily eradlcaUsl from the system. Health and vigor are obtained more rapidly and more permanently by Ihe use of this great natural antidote than by any remedy heretofore known. It disinfects, cleanses and eliminates all nalaria. As a tonic, itactsas an antiseptic and blood pnrtfler, bringing renewed energy and vitality to the body worn down by disease.

J.C. RicuABnso* Prop'r,

For sale by all druggists. St. Louis. (l»-4t)

Coughing Spells In the Horning, Dry, parched, sore throat, losing flesh, bronchial anil asthmatic attacks, weakened and debilitated state of the system, all these dangerous symptoms are cured by Dr. Swayne's Compound Syrup of Wild Cherry. The first dose gives relief, and the worst cotigh and sore lungs yield to its healing properties. Physicians recommend it. *.f have made use of this preparation for many years, and it has proved to be very lettable and efficacious In the treatment of severe and long-Man ling coughs. 1 know of two pa' tents, now In comfortable health, and who bat for M* use I consider woukl not now be living "—Isaac 8. Herbln, M. 1),, Slraustown, Berks county, Pa.

Price—Trial bottles, 25 ©ants large aiM. 91, or six for IS. A single 25-cent bottle wiu oftentimes cure a recent cough or cold, and thus prevent nuch suffering and risk of life. Prepared only by Dr. SwayneABon, Philadelphia. Sold by leading druggists in Terre Haute by Buntln St Armstrong.

A Wonder! al Discover/.

For the speedy cure of consumption and all dieases that lead to it, such as stubborn coughs, neglected colds, bronchitis, hay' fever, asthma, pain in the slJeand chest, dry hacking oough, tickling in the tnroat hoarseness, sore throat, and all chronic or lingering diseases of the throat aud lungs, 1)K. KING'S NEW DISCOYEKV has no equal and has established for itself a world wide reputation. Many leading physicians recommend and line it in their practice. The formula from which it is prepared is highly recommended by all medical journals. The clergy and ihe press have complimented it in the most glowing terms. Go to your druggist and get a trial bottle for ten cents or a regular size for Sl.OO. For sale by Gulick Berry, druggists, corner Fourth and Main streets, Terre Haute. (5)

Medicine Chest for 25 Cents. Perhaps no one medicine Is so universally required by everybody a good cathartic. SWAVSE'S TAR AND SARSAHARILLA PILLS are prepared expressly to meet this necessity, being composed of purely vegetable ingredients. They are mild in their operation, produce no griping, aud are truly a valuable purgative, aperient, antl-bilious and cathartic medicine. They stimulate the liver to healthy action, cleanse the stomach and bowels of all impurities. Curing sick and nervous headache, dyspepsia or indigestion, bilious, or intermittent, remittent and congestive fevers, languor, drowsiness, aching pains iu the back, head, slight chills with Tushes of heat, female irregularities, and for a bilious and costive habit, no medicine is so prompt and effectual as DR. SWAYSE'S TAR AND SABSAPARILLA PILLS. If your druggist or storekeeper has not got them, or will not pro«ure them for you, we will forward iliem by mail on receipt of price, in currency or postage stamps. 25 cents a box, or five boxes for II. Address letters to Dr. Swayne & Son, No. 830 North Sixth street, Philadelphia. Sold by Buntln Jt Armstrong, Terre Haute, Ind. Save yonr Hair. Keep It Beantifnl.

London Hair Color Restorer.

All persons who aspire to beauty of personal appearance should not negiect that natural necessity, the hair. By many it has been neglected until It has become itln, gray, or entirely fallen off. The LONDON HAIR COLOR RESTORER restores Nature's losses, and Impart* a healthy aud natural color, thickens thin h:iir, cures dandruff and all itchy scaly, eruptions on the scalp, making it white aud clean, and insuring a luxurious growth ®f hair in its natural youthful color.

A. A. Gibson, Barrvtowu, Dutchess C'.unty, N. Y., writes, April 30, 1877: Dr. swayne & Sou, Philadelphia, Geuts:—I enclose past olfice order for eight dollars, for which please send me one dozen LONDON* HAIR COLOR RESTORER. it ha« stopped my hair from falling and restored it to its natural color. It has proved satisfac.ory iu every respect.

Tne LONDON HAIR COLOR RESTORER can be obtained at all the leading druggists, at 75 cents a bottle, or $1 for six Dottle*. Sold by Buntln & Armstrong.

BROWNS Expectorant

The onlv reliable remedy for all Throat and Lung Diseases, is a beieuUlic preparation, compounded from the formula of one of the most successful practitioners lnthe Western country. It has stood the test for the last twenty years, and will effect a cure after all other cough remedies have failed.

Head the Following:

HALLOF REPRESENTATIVES, INDIANAPOLIS, IND.,teb 15.1H71.

DR. J. H. BROWN:—We have used your "Brown's Expectorant," and take pleasure In saying that we found tt the best medicine ever used lor Coughs, Cold?, and Hoarseness, and cheerfully recommend It to all who may be troubled with Throataud Lung affections

Wm Mack,Speaker House Rep, Zeuor, Rep Harrison county, Cauthorn, Rep Knox county,

Montgomery, Rt-p Johnson count}*, CBTarlton, Rep Juhnsou and Morgan counties, Fwchell, Doorkeeper House Rep, N Warum. Rep HUUCOOK county, CUP Abbott, Rep Bartholomew county & Calkin.*, Rep Fulton county, jno \V Copner, Rep Montgomery county W Nefl", Hep Putnam county.

It Acts Like Magic.

OFFICE 31 and I. R. R. CO.,

JEFFERSONVILLE IND., APR1L6,1S71. DR. J. H. BBOWN :-Having suffered with a severe cough for some time past, I was induced to try one bott'e of your "Brown Expectorant." I unhesitatingly say I tound it pieasant to the taste, and to act like magic. A few doses done the work lor the cough, aud I am well,

DJLLARD RICKETTS,

PRESIDENT M.and i. u. B.

Read What Gen. Kimball Says.

INDIANAPOLIS, IND., Dec. bU, 1S09.

DR.J.H.BROWN \fter having used your "Expectorant Syrup" long enough toknow and appreciate its good qualities, I can cheerfully bear testimony to its uniform success In curing the ncostobstiaate cases of Coughs, Colds, etc. I have frequently administered the Expectorant" to my children, and always found it the very be^t, 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, Montfinmery county, says: "My wife has been afflicted with consumption for a number of years, and during that time has tried most an tho medicines recommended for that disease without affording any relief. I was induced by therec immendattoas of Dr. kirk, drug* gist at Darlington, to try-Brown's Exptctorant 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 ZIF, 1871.

This is to certify that I have used 'Brown Expectorant'in my family since its first introduction. Ithas never failed to give satisfaction. My wife It subject to Bronchitis, and I have found no remedy equal to "Brown's Expectorant." I recommend it as .„r««ndret,.blem«l£feios,M.D.

Brown's Expectorant

I» For Sale by All Druggist-!.

AKIEFER

INDIANAPOLIS.

VftBcnson's Capcine Porous Plaster.

A Wonderful Bemedy

There Is no comparison between It and the common slowing acting porous planter, It Is in every ^ay superior to all other external remedies including liniments And the so called electrical appliance. Ii contains new medicinal elements wblcl. in combination with rubber, possess the moat extraordinary pain relieving, and

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tion* ol the heart, and all ills for which porous plasters are used, it Is simply the beat known remedy. Ask for Benson I apcine Porous Plast« and take no other Sold by all druggist*. Price,

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SLABUR

JOHNSON, 21 Piatt street, New York.