Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 May 1879 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PArER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, MAY 24, 1879

TWO EDITIONS

Of this Paper are published. Ifce FIRST EDITION, on Friday Evening, has a large circulation In the surrounding towns, where it 1b sold by newsboys and agents. The SECOND EDITION, on Saturday Evening, goes into the hands of nearly every readlngpersoniuthecity.and the farmers of this Immediate vicinity. Every Week's Issue is, in lact,

TWO NEWSPAPERS,

In which all Advertisements appear for THE PRICE OF ONE ISSOE.

BEGGING AS A FINE ART. Mr. J. H. Gregg, of Hong Kong has recently written to an eastern paper a very interesting letter on Chinese beg gars. Certainly some of the accounts of these mendicants are horrible in the ex treme, and would hardly be credited if the authority was not so good. He says that he has actually seen one beggar bearing on his back a leper so much afiected by the disease that his ears and bands and feet were apparently sloughing off. With this loathsome burden, Mr. Gregg says the beggar threatened to enter each shop he passed, unless the shopkeeper at once administered to his wants. Alms were promptly thrown Into the street, and quickly picked up. Others, according to the account, go about carrying sharp Chinese razors, with which they jt themselves to stow their misery, and to extort alms. Mr. Gregg has seen mendicants with the upper part of their bodies covered with blood. At the town of Pitkong, in the Province of Canton, he saw a beggar literally bathed in his own blood, which also sprinkled over the floor of the shop in which he was trying to melt the ap parently obdurate heart of the shop keeper. He also relates horrible stories of beggars who vary the above, fashion by knocking their heads against the walls of shops, and of others who beat their bodies with large stones for the edification of passers-by. Not contented with these pleasant and entertaining exhibitions, some of the more emaciated have an agreeable habit of apparently appearing in a dying condition on the threshold of a shop or dwelling house, and announcing, ih dismal tones, their purpose of remaining there to die. Here

Mr. Gregg's account of one instance: •'III May, 1874, I saw one, apparently p9rishing from hunger, throw himself down at the doorway of a dwelling house, saying that he would die of starvation if he were not immediately relieved. The house bolder, who was in a great state of trepidation, at once offered the starving man a small sum of money, which was indignantly refused. A friend who was with me expressed his readiness to relieve the wants of the sufferer. lie held out a halfdollar, and the penurious householder at once rushed toward him, and eagerly grasped the coin, which he at once gave to the sufferer."

This letter goes to show that the mendicants of European countries and the United Statos have not begun to master the fine art of begging, and that they are as yet but in their infancy when compared with the almond eyed children of the Flowery Laud. It would not be a bad idea lor some of our beggars and tramps to try knocking their heads against the walls of stores, and cutting, themselves iuto mincemeat with sharp razors. It would take a good deal of that sort of work to melt some people, and it might increase the mortality of tramps.

THE OLDER QIRLS.

There is a growing appreciation of the older girls. An observiug writer says that as one looks over the marital market it is impossible not to feel more respect for single women as a class than for those who have married to consolidate families or for fortunes, or because wedlock is the open gate to social Independence, or simply because they feared to be classed among the most inattractive of their sex as the years lessened their bloom. Perhaps it is because or this mental tranquility that the elderly girl of to-day is so much more charming than the old maid of the last century, or even of the last generation whatever may be the cause of her present winsomeness, the oonsequeuces are that her opportunities of (parrying after she is» thirty are increased tenfold beyond what they were among women of the same age tweuty years ago. If any one doubts this statement, even a hasty glance over the marital records where the ages of brides are inscribed will prove its truth beyond argument. There is not at this moment in America a more charming class of women than the elderly un wedded, those single and independent matrons who possess the requisite taste and leisure to become itelleetua), Their sympathies are not narrowed, focused and absorbed, and taey can afford to be broad and generous in their friendships their lives are passed beyond the touch of those infinitMimal and wrinkling cares which, though sweetest and most Important of all to the married woman herself, really narrow while they intensify, concentrate and deepen hersympathieaaud interests.

CURE FOR DR US KENS ESS. Philadelphia Press. Drunkenness in Sweeden and Norway is cured In the following manner: "The drunkard is put in prison, and his only nourishment Is bread soaked in wine. During the first day the prisoner receives the bread and wine with much treasure. On the second day the friod i* not bo acceptable. Alter tl he takes his food with great repoj .nee. la general, eight or ten days of this treatment sufflaw to produce such a disgust of liquor that the unhappy man is compelled to absolute -unenoe. After leaving prison, his druukeniHMS Is radically cured, with an occasional excep­

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MARRIED MEN. New York Ledger

Married men are of two kinds a—good and bad. The bad are truly horrible *d. his fa generally ing with somebody, and leaves his wife

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the good, very good indeed. The bad married man ill-treats his family in enda by elop-

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to earn a living by fine needle work. But the good married man—well, he is not madly in love-any more, but he believes that there never was such a woman as his wife. He does not see time's change in her face she is always young to him. Every baby binds them closer to each other.

There is an expression in a good married man's face that a bachelor's cannot have. It is indescribable. He is a little nearer the angel than the prettiest sound fellow living. You can see that broad breast is a pillow for somebody's head, and that little fingers pull his whiskers. When some one has said, "Husband," and some other, "Papa," a seal is set upon the forehead. No one—no woman at least—ever mistakes a good married man for an instant. It is only the erratic one who leaves you in doubt. The good ones can protect all the unprotected females—lift pretty girls over the gutters, talk to them in the cars and makes himself generally agreeable, and yet never leave a doubt in any mind that there is a precious little woman at home worth all the world to him.

Some women like the bad married man, and delight in making bis wife jealous. I hate him. The good married man, on whom I could not make "an Impression" if I died for it, is the one for me. I dislike the married man who could fall in love with any other woman, as much as I do the bachelor who couldn't.

SPITTING. Eoston Journal.

This is not a very attractive topic for discussion, yet -j necessity exists for occasionally introducing in newspaper columns subjects for comment which are not strictly agreeable for a newspaper man must to a certain extent act as a public censor, and perform disagreeable duties. Indiscriminate spitting is quite as much of on American characteristic as is opium smoking to the Chinese, or garlic eating to the

Spaniard,

and it is infinitely nastier than either. The foreigner who remarked that the most popular American tune is the spittoon, hit the mark pretty squarely, yet he did not hit it quite correctly, for in hotels and smoking cars, the cuspador is moro for ornament than use, it being almost ignored by the persistent spitter. Our railroad companies, in order to prevent the desecration of passenger cars by spitters, have provided at great expense attractive smoking cars in order to induce the spitting fraternity to confine their defilements to quarters where they can expectorate without damage to the dresses of ladies, and creating nausea to the sensitive. The bar-rooms and gentlemen's rooms of cur hotels are subject to the same unmitigated nuisance, and even at the tables of hotels and steamboats, this everlasting hawk and spit of gentle men(?) is insufferably annoying. We d« not expect to reform this national vice by newspaper denounciation, yet ther^is to the writer a sort of melancholy satisfaction in having "bis little say" on such an unpalatable subject.

HORRIBLE STORY OF THE QRA VE. Pittsburg Dispatch. Some employes of the Pittsburg, Titusville & Buffalo Railroad related a strange and horrible story yesterday It seems a man died last week at Triumph, a small place not far from Tidioute. The body was kept'three days and at the expiration of that time buried. Then some curious persons re membered that a sister of the deceased had lain in a death-like trance for several days. It was suggested that perhaps the man had been prematurely buried. This suspicion took so strong a hold upon the people that it was resolved to exhume the body, and the coffin was disinterred Saturday last, after having lain several days ia the grave. The lid was wrenched off, when a horrible sight greeted the eyes of the resurrectionists. Evidently the supposed corpse had revived, and the wretched man had fought desperately for his life. Imprints of his finger nails were visible on the lining of the coffin, which in some places were torn into shreds. The coffin itself was torn and wrenched apart at the jointings in the death agonies of the miserable man who was buried alive. He had turned completely over, and was found lying upon his breast, his distorted countenance indicating the frightful sufferings he had undergone.

HOW TO GO TO SLEEP. The Kansas City Journal tells how to woo sleep when one is restless. Sit down In an easy position, relaxing all the muscles of the body, and let the head drop forward upon the breast, as low as it will fall without foroing it. Sit quietly this way for a few minutes, freeing all the power of the body, and a restful drowsy feeling will ensue, whiob will, if not disturbed, lead to refreshing sleep. If the sleepless fit comas on in the night one can simply sit up in the position described. Stiffness on any part of the body must be avoided, and it is well to bend the body forward after lying dowu, rather than to keep it straight or throw it back upon the pillow. The writer suffered several years from sleeplessness caused by severe

fialnabovenervousness,

and and was taught he by a physician of great experience and ability, and found through it complete relief. Many persons similarly afflicted within the writers know* ledge have tried it and always with good resnlts.

A SINGULAR DREAM. Fairfield (Me.) Chronicle. Two young men, residents of Norlidgewock, met one morning, and one of them said "Charles, I diearned last night that yon were a judge of tbe Supreme Court of Maine, that I was a minister, and that you called on me to open your court with prayer." Just thirty years after, the Rev. Cbarlee P. Allen, late President of the State College, happened to step into the Supreme Court room in Augusta. Judge Cnarles Dan forth beckoned to him and aaked him to open his eonrt with prayer, and, behold, the dream of thirty years was verified. Rev. Dr. Allen ia now pastor of the Methodist church at Fairfield.

SELLING POOLS AT AN EXECUTION. Hlllsboro, If. Cn Dispatch to ChfcaaioTime*.

Pools were sold on the result of tbe execution. One hundred were sold up to the hour of the hanging as to who would dlo iJ.--. Carlton was the favbrite with the men, and $1,000 exohan* hands alone as to how long be won!U vo after the drop fell. The next In r.'.vor was Andrews. About $300 were lost on ... But little stock was taken la the nc^.o Carlton. ,v,

TERRE HAUTE RATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

SURE SIGNS.

To meet a funeral Is the sign of death. To dissipate to-day is a sign your hair will pull to morrow.

To kiss a pretty girl against her will ia a sign you'll get your face scratched. To take home a plecs of beefsteak is a sign there will be a broil in tbe family.

To see a dog fly at a farmer's leg is a sign a misfortune is going to befall the calves.

To see a man loafing aronnd a bar room is a sign he'll drink—if you ask him to.

To see your sweetheart kiss another fellow is a «ign you will be disappointed, in a love affair. ii

COLLECTING PEW RENT. Baltimore Gazette. The pastor of a church in nortneast Baltimore last week devised a new way to collect pew rents. Several of his congregation being remiss in their settlements, he ordered the pews of the delinquents to be nailed up. Quite a number were thus secured, and the pastor announced that he bad adopted this means to secure the prompt payment of the money due him, without which he could not conduct the affairs of the church satislactorily. He called attention the fact that th*s delinquents were nearly all, if not all, able to pay. Their wives and daughters bristled with silks and Batins, flounces and furbelows, and tbe pew rent remained unpaid. The novel expedient has proved a complete success.

FLOWERS FOR THE TABLE. Leigh Hunt. Set flowers on the table—a whole nosegay if you can get it, or put two or three, or a single flower—a rose, a pink, a dalsj', and you have something that reminds you* of God's creation, and gives you a link with tbe poets that have done it most honor. Flowers on the morning table are especially suited to them. They look like the wakening of the creation they bring the the perfume of tbe breath of nature into your room they seem the very representative and embodiment of the very smile of your home, the graces of good morrow proofs that some intellectual beauties are in ourselves or those about us, some Aurora {if we are so lucky as to have such a companion), helping to strew our life witb.sweetne38, or in ourselves some masculine wilderness not unworthy to possess such a companion or unlikely to gain her.

DEATH FROM TOOTHACHE Middleton (N. Y.) Press. Miss Stevens, of Walton, Delaware county, died on May 1, of toothache. Although this is a rare occurrence, it is an undisputed case of death resulting from an excruciating toothache. The victim, who a young American woman employed in a family in Walton, had suffered some days with a terrible toothache, which accompanied an ulcerated jaw. An attempt was made to extract the troublesome members, but her teeth were broken off and her face was too sore to permit their removal by tbe painful process of cutting away the gums. The girl suffered an entire nervous prostration from the extreme pain, aud gradually sank under it until death ended her sufferings. An army surgeon, who attended her, pronounced her symptoms the same as those following an amputation of a limb.

LEARN A TRADE.

I never look at my old composing rule that I do not bless myself that, while my strength lasts, I am not at the mercy of tbe world. If my pen is not wanted I can go back to the type case and bo sure to find work for I learned tbe printer's trade thoroughly—newspaper work, job work, book work, and press work. I am glad I have a good trade. It is as a rock upon which the possessor c&u stand firmly. There is health aud vigor for both body and mind in an honest trade. It is the strongest and surest part of the self made man. Go from the academy to the printing office or the artisan's bench or, if you please, to the farm—for, to be sure, true farming is a trade, and a grand one at that. Lay thus a sure foundation, and after that, branch off into whatever profession you please.

You have heard, perhaps, of the clerk who had faithfully served Stephen Girard from boyhood to manhood. Ou the twenty-first anniversary of his birthday, he went to bis master and told him his time was tip, and he certainly expected important promotion in the merchant's service. But Stephen Girard said to him: "Very well. Now go aud learn a

"What trade, air." "Good barrels and butts must be in demand while you live. Go and learn the cooper's trade and when you have made a perfect barrel, bring it to me."

The young man went away, learned the trade, and in time brought to his master a splendid barrel bf Mb own make.

Girard examined it and gave the maker two thousand dollars for it, and then said to him: "Now, sir, I want you in my counting room but henceforth you will not be dependant upon tbe whim of Girard. Let what will come, you have a good trade always in reserve."

The young man saw the wisdom of his advice and understood. Years ago, when tbe middle-aged men of to-day were boys, Horace Greeley wrote: "It is a great source of consolation t*» us, that wnen tbe public shall be tired of us as an editor, we can make a satisfactory livelihood at setting type or farming, so that while oar strength lasts, ten thousand blockheads, taking oflenoe at some article they do not understand, could not drive us into the poor-house."

And so may a man beoome truly independent. W V*9*

MISS FANNIE KELLOGG.^ This talented vocalist, well known during her early triumphs, in this city, will sing for the Saengerfest next month. She is the reigning favorite in Boston, her present home. Dwight's Journal of Music says:

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Miss Kellogg has developed wonderfully as an artistic singer, daring tbe past year. Her voioe has gained in volume, in evenness, in sweetness and in tosterwto. She seems to be wholly drawn in the direction of sound and noble music, and bids fair to become, indeed she is already,one of its beet interprelers among us. Stfch tasks as those two Handel Arias seldom find a singer better prepared to cope with tbem. The recitative from "Judas" was declafmed in a large and noble style^mnd the air "From Mighty Kings," waa brilliantly delivered. we have before spoken of her artistic and expressive singing of "As When tbe Dote." It tras equally fine tills time, sung, not as before with orchestra, but with the truly Handel ian anofbrte accompaniment which Mr. xsssi tod developed from the Bcore,

Wh^n the Ship Comes In. 5

A sweet faced woman and a sweet faced child are wandering among tbe shipping docks of the great city. The womanls plainly drbssed, but evidently in her best attire, and there is a touch of gentility In her finery, in the real lace collar, relics of better days, perhaps, the pearl earrings and the neat gloves. The child is neatly dressed, too, and as she clasps the woman's hand, looks love at her guardian. But the woman's face is not at its best now a careworn look, and a faint wrinkle upon thd pale forehead, that ages ber, and lessens the cbarm of her features.

She is inquiring of tbe dockmen, of tbe stevedores, of the loungers about the wharves, whether the brig Good Luck has come in. She always receives the same reply to her eager question, for tho brig Good Luck has been" lost a month ago, dashed on alee shore, and ground to pieces by the sea, and will never come In—never—never more.

If they told her she wouldn't believe them, for the woman aud her child have supreme faith that tbe brig Good Luck will come iu soon with cargo and crew, though they have been asking the same question and same prayer for many and many a day.

Then she goes across the street and winds her way along the bales and boxes and passing carts, and through all the hubbub and bustle of the wharf, and climbs a flight of stairs to where the brig owners have their office. They are used to seeing her. They smile sadly when she enters with the child, and look significantly at one another as much as to say: "Poor thing! she's mad. No wonder, no wonder!'

Mad 1 Yes, she is mad with "hope deferred," with anxiety to meet ber husband, Caleb Shelter, master of the brig Good Luck to meet the master of the brig, ber husband and tbe father of her child. Why does he stay away from her so long? "Is the Good Luck in yet?" she asks of a clerk. "Not yet, ma'am." "She is expected, of course to-day?" "Of course." "There's a vessel coming in now. I see the tail masts. Look! Look!" pointing out of the office window to the river front. "Maybe that's it! Ellie, dear, look! there's father's vessel, with father on board!"

The child clasps her little hands at the sight. "Sorry to say that ain't it, ma'am," says the clerk, relapsing into his calculations and paying no more attention to the woman.

She stares out of the open window at the approaching vessel drawn by a tug, aud then with a blank look upon her face, and a moan that is heart rending, says: '•No, Ellie, no! That is not the Good Luck. I see the figure-head. The fig-ure-head of Good Luck is an angel a white and gold angel. No, no! that isn't it." "But papa will soon come home, won't he, mamma?" whispered the child.

Old Mr. Tawman, who is the head of the establishment here, now comes out from behind his desk, and, quietly approaching the woman, says in a kindly tone: "Mrs. Shelter, sit down make yourself as comfortable as you can in a diugy office like this. Here, little one, come here, give me a kiss. A bright, pretty little dear, Mrs. Shelter." "She looks pale," said the mother. "She is tired she has been walking too much."

The old gentlemen sits down and lifts the little girl upon his knee and kisses her.

She winds her arms about his neck and exclaims: "You'll tell my papa to come soon, won't you?" "Yes, dear."

It was the habit of this firm to pay a sort of pension monthly to the widows of captains who were lost in their service. It was not much of a stipend, being only half pay, but it certainly was a blessing in very many cases. Mrs. Shelter had always received her bus band's money here, while he was at sea, or it was sent to her when she was sick or the weather was bad. "Ah, Mr. Tawman, I'm sure the Good Luck will be in to-day." "Certainly it will. What's to hinder it he answers.

He puts the child down and goes over to bis desk, and unlocking bis drawer he takes out an account book and beins writing a receipt. Then goes over nto the cashier's room. While ho is there the telegraph clerk calls him over.

Click, cllckity click! goes tho magic instrument repeating its dot and dash message. "Hear that?" says tbe operator "That's news for you J" The proprietor could read every word by its sound. "It's like a message from God," says Mr. Tawman, reverently. "I must not tell ber."

He comes back to where tbe woman is sitting, his face is flushed with emotion some strange excitement. He throws into her lap a bundle of bank notes. "There, Mrs. Shelter, now go home Take a car at tbe door." "Ob, I'm not tired. And I should like to be here when the brig comes in. But I thank you so mucb, so mucb." "Here, little one," says tbe good hearted Tawman, "here's something for you to buy candies with." He puts into her tiny outstretched hand a bright qnarter of a dollar, and laughs at tbe wonder and delight of the little recipient. "I'll keep thisfor my papa."

Poor little thing, she is weary nnto sleep. She cuddies herself in the big chair aud sinks into slumber in an instant. "Now, Mrs. Shelter, you've had no dinner," says Tawman. "Ob, yes, sir." "Yesterday, perhaps, but I mean today. Go down with Mr. Pelton, there, our young man, and get something to eat. You see we have arrangements for the comforts of our clerks. We give them a hot dinner, and a good dinner too. There's nobody there." "Go down there and ask the waiter, George," addressing Mr. Pelton, whom be had summoned, "to give this good lady a cup of tea and a piece of toast, some chicken, and ail that." Then, pausing a moment, as if propriety and pbilanthropby are struggling for mastery in his mind. "No. no, George. Tell Henderson to send the dinner up into tbe room here, that's better!" The young man leaves the room. Then Mr. Tawman enters the office again and consults tbe teleoperator. graph operator. "Sena this message at once, Mr. Lindsay, if yon please." He writes something, and the operator clicks it off at once. It's along message, a very long message indeed bat tbe President's message itself is not half so important, so interesting to those whom It concerns. yhen by the time tbe measige ia ueut,

the dinner is teady in Mr. Tawman's private office, when Mrs. Shelter partakes of it, but does not think proper to waken the weary child that she may eat also.

Then Mr. Tawman says "Now, you had better go. I'll see to the child I'll bring the little girl np with me tonight." "No, no!" exclaims the mother. "I must have my Ellie with me always, sir. You are so very good, though, sir so very good! A nd is there no news of the Good Luck "Not a word, I'm sorry to say.". "It can't.be possible. The brig must come in to-day." "I'm sure I hope so, with all my heart and soul, Mrs. Shelter." "I know you do," she responds, with a sigh. "Now go. I'm sorry you have to waken tbe child, but I suppose you can't help it." "Come, Ellie," says the mother, touching ber lightly ou the shoulder.

The child with a start awakens and cries, "Is it my papa? Dear, dear papa!" Then, seeing her disappointment, sbe burst into tears. "Don't cry, dear, don't cry. Tbe brig will come in. Don't cry!/ The good old man speaks soothingly to the sobbing child and the mother catching her hand walks slowly and sadly away, followed by Mr. Tawman, who lilts the little girl down stairs and helps both her and her mother into a car.

Then he puts on his hat and runs down the steps like a boy, and dartft over to where husband and wife and child are united and happy. "Ah!" he exclaimed, shaking the captain by the hand, and not caring for tbe gathering and wondering crowd all around him "this is good luck, isn't it, eh Did you get my telegram

Wben the man can speak he answers "Y69." "I planned it all!" chatters old Tawman. "You see I got a dispatch yesterday from the Breakwater, saying that Captain Shelter had been picked up on a raft by the schooner Mary. I told her in the car yesterday that the brig would come in, and come in it did. Over to tbe office, every one of you, and after dinner and dry clothes, Cap, we'll have a talk about business. Como on."

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The next morning the woman is again loitering about tbe wharves with the same agonized inquiry. She again puts the question to the wharfmen, and again only receives the same answer. Then, as before, she seeks tbe office of tbe brig owners, still accompanied by ber little girl, and asks: "Has the brig Good Luck come in yet?" "Not yet, ma'am."

She sighs and looks out of tn'e window at tbe shipping. She says she will wait for Mr. Tawman, and sits down.

When Mr. Tawman comes in, as usual, he greets her very kindly, and kisses the little girl and says: "I'm sorry the brig isn't in yet!" "Will it be in to-day?" "I hope so." And be goes behind his desk and looks over his letters. He has not long been engaged in his correspondence wben a scream from the woman startles him.

She bas risen and is pointing excitedly out of the window. "Here is a ship coming in, look! look!" "That's not it," says a clerk, "that's a schooner." "It is! It is!" Sbe darts from the office, dragging the child after her, runs across the bustling wharf out to the very edge of the water.

Mr. Tawman rushed to the window, opens it, and calls to her. To no purpose, however. All the clerks cluster about the window to catch her. "The woman is mad says one. "She is going to drown herself."

Tawman says quietly to the telegraph operator: "It's the Mary.''

The schooner is being towed up tbe river by a tug. She is making prepara tions to anchor in the stream opposite tbe wharf. All this time Mrs. Shelter is standing in the midst of a crowd of excited people waving her handkerchief, and tbe little girl is waving hers. "Look! look! there! There's a man overboard!" criesJoneof theclerks. A cry of alarm goes up from the wharf. "Heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Tawman, thoroughly aroused. "What does that mean?" "He's swimming like a fish," says a clerk. "He bas landed. Hark at tho cheers!" "Look! look shouted tbe operators. "She is bugging him so is the little girl. It's Captain Shelter!" "Thank God!" exclaimed Tawman, "and pray heaven she may not sink under the shock. Poor woman. How she clings to the drenched man. Dear! dear!"

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Whou once used will retain its place forever.

It Is ce'.ebrated for its advantages, in that it is one of I he largest sewing machines ami fact ured—-adapted alike to the use of the family or tlin workshop. It ta is the largest shu tie, with a bobbin that holds almost a spool of thread.

Theshuttle tension is adjustable without removing the shuttle from the machine. This machine is so constructed that the power is applied directly over the needle,, thus enabling it to sew the heaviest material with unequaled ease. It is very simple iu its construction.durable asiron and steel can make it, all its wearing parts caso hardened or steel, and ingeniously provided with means for taking up lost motion so we are justified in Warranting: Every Machine for 3

Years.

It Is the lightest and easiest running maohlne in the market, it is, also, the most aborately ornamented and prettiest machine ever produced.

With all these advantages, It is sold from 15 to (25 less than other first-class machines

J. X. Hickman, Gen. Agt.

804 Main street, Terre Haute, Ind.

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H. P. Reiner's Dye Houses

No. 655 Main street.

FROM THE

Vigo Woolen Mill»

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Wool Growers, IhavePAfull

a I in* of goods expressly mado for KM EFM, which I will exchange for wool at tbe highest market price, or foi cash.

Will also receive wool on commission, and make cosh advancement on Philadelphia and Boston market price*

We believe it will be to the advantage or farmers to call at the Vigo Woolen Mills and exchange their wool for goods.

U. R. JEFFERS.

Cor.Tenth and Main sta., Terre Haute, Ind.

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