Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 May 1879 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR TIIE PEOPLE.

BESIDE THE BROOK.

"X go a fishing!" and he sped With rod and line, where oy paths led 'Neath latticed boughs, betdde the brook Where fish were lured with cunning hook.

"Illread In solitude awhile !'c With favorite book, and morning smile. Through winding ways she sought the nook She loved the best, beside the brook.

Later, I passed the line aad book Were queerly twined, beside the brook While, in the giove, the angler's prize Was reading love songs in his eyes. —"Brlc-r Brae, Scrlbner for June.

KISDSESS AND LOVE.

Klud hearts are the gardens, Klud thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the blossoms,

Kind deeds are the fruits.

Love is the sweet Kunshine That warms into life, For only in darkness

Grow hatred and strife.

THIS LIFE IS WUA WE MAKE IT

Let's oftener talk of noble deeds, And rarer of of the bad ones. Ana King about oar happy days«

And not about the sad ones. We were not made to fret and sigh, And when grief sleeps, to wake it. Bright happiness is standing by-

Tills life Is what we make it.

Was it Love or Hatred

I had seen something of certain parts of the State, but was a l'resh arrival in the little community of Jocyltown and kuew very few of the inhabitants well be/ore an affair occurred which placed me at once ou the footing of the oldest citizen. The hotel was the only brick building in tne place—a new* settlement on the plains which has since become a thriving center of two railroads—and, In the hotel, all that was of brick was the front. Compared to that of the log house opposite it was imposing, for there, Jo?yl, the oldest inhabitant, had passed a lanely existence belore he laid out his firm in building lots, and started the new town by the simple expedient of running up the hotel. Next door to the hotel, on either side, were the two principal hotels of Jocyltown, built of pine and clap-boarded, and across the way, close to the log but with its lean-to addition, laborers were digging the foundations of a Methodist church. The main hotel waa not so high in the eaves as the brick front, but it spread over a good deal of ground, and an extension had been run to the rear with two elbows, so as to bring the rear back again to the line of the street, beyond one of the stores. This addition had a door marked "Ladies' Eutrance," and Jocyltown was not long in finding oat that it had been well named, for at least one lady, and a very pretty one, too, was in the habit of coming in and out that way. Well, in this rear extension the sensation had its start, for a young married woman had been found one morning severely stabbed, while her husband had leit town suddenly on a horse belonging to frhe hotel keeper. When discovered she could not speak, but she made no sign of denial when asked if Aier husband had stabbed her. This was enough for the inhabitants of Jocj'ltown, The lady had beeft soen and admired for her beauty of the husband littin was known, save that he never stood treat at the bar, and seemed a moping sort of fellow who kept aloof from folks, and put on airs of superior learning. At the store, where he "vas acting an chief clerk, he served his customers with as few words as they would allow. He had made a horrfbls assault with Intent to kill, and probably had succeeded in his purpose. The men who met together at the bar were convinced of the fact, and decided that parties should start at onco

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fender, "It ain't actually necessary to bring him in," said the leader in this decision, as he separated with his party toward tae north "what is most to be looked alter is, that he don't get further and try it on again! He's a horse thief, anyhow."

With these indefinite instructions claarly enough understood, we turned -w&twaid and struck out into the prairie. 1 had two reasons for accompanying this party. One was, that in this direction I kuew the laud pretty well, and might very likely conm across persons with whom I was acquainted another was to verify a theory I had picked up from somebody. I had been told that fugitives, unless they have some definite plan of flight, are more apt to run to the west than to any other point of tbe oompass. From the general aspect of the case, I was pretty sure the crime was a hasty one, and the criminal a man without a fixed purpose. The road we followed was so full of tracRS that nothing could be done in the way of tracing the criminal by signs. Our only plan was to follow the old established trail until we met some one who mighthave seen the ctilprit. We had riddenabout twelve niiies before a turn occur red In the road. At a point where the plain r.«i to a rid^e before flowing up toward a hilly country with some timber beyoni, It turned abruptly to the south. Just here my theory stood me in good stead, for I watched the edge of the trail sharply as we made the bend, and there, sure enough, were fresh tracks of a horse between the thin wiry grass, and pointing to the westward. Without a word of comment my companions turned their horses and we all rode little way at a trot. Presently I began to look about me and recognized the locality. "We have him," said I. "tie has put up at Ciark's, over on the oak barrens,"

At this name my companions looked grave, but then, justice must be done, and th had the orders of the community. «, "How many miles?" said one. "Six or seven."

Humph! Sandy road, too, most of it, I'll be bound. If we rest the horses now, we can fetch It by sunset."

It was aft down wlm* we arrived, owing to my .'rtately of the road. However, a* long as there light we were certoinly on the ri :M

track, supposing always that the I marks we were following did not belont? to some one olae. Later on it *as needless to me then), because there was no bouse except ClatVs In the neighborhood, I was a L'.ue nervous at what our roceptlan might be. Clark was not the wan to allow a lot of ft ws to surround his house after dark without protest that might aend more than one saddle home empty. I suggr-'-wi that one should ride ahead' and kn Clark up, while the others should follow immediately on the sound of parleying.

It was black aa pitch as I rode up to the frame dwelling house. It had been built in a city many hundred miles away, and put up here in pieces brought by rail and ox carta across river* aad

prairies. I that rough piece of oountry it looked by daylight aa if had dropped from some city which had taken to traveling through the air at night a stranger coming upon it would not have believed a modern frame house possible in such a spot. "What the do you want, anyhow cried Clark from an upper window after prolonged siege of knocking. Knowing that he must have a rifle in one hand and a pistol in the other, I hastened to name my self, and begged him to come down and let me iu. This he proceeded to do with a much bolter

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jrace than his first words might have one to suspect for, with Clark, oaths were of little, more aocount thau extra breaths they'served as convenient points in his discourse for putting on the stress of voice. Emphasis is a difficult matter to arrange for the best of us but Clark's arrangement was simplicity itself, for he used imprecations merely as stepping stones down the shallow river of his discourse. "There's a man put up here that we are after," said I. "He's cut his wife pretty badly down at the hotel iu Jocyltown, and gone away ou old Joeyl's mare. We want you to give him up." "Now, hold on," said Clark, stepping back. "You're my friend, and Icalc'late you're fair, but who the is 'we*? There is a man put up here, I won't deny but I don't give no man away I want you to understand that." "Why, you don't want to protect a murderer, do you?" said I. "How do I know he's a murderer? You say so, and I won't give you the He. But I don't really know anything about it. The man's in my house, and while he's there he's safe."

While we parleyed, my companions had put the horses in tho barn, and now came up. The elder moved directly behind Clark into the door. "Hey theie! you, who asked you in there?" cried Clark, cooking his pistol and leveling It. There was just fight enough from a candle in the passage to take good and infallible aim.. "For heaven's sake, Clark," said I, catching his arm, "we are not on the fight." "Yes, we are on the fight," said Brown, the man who had stepped iu, drawing his pistol with a quick uuotiou. "I am, if my power is resisted. I'm the law, I am. See here."

With the other hand, and still keeping his pistol on Clark, he pushed the lappel of bis coat aside and showed the metal badge of a sheriff. Ciark's arm dropped at once and we all went into the house. "Damn me if you'd got in to-night, sheriff or no sheriff," said Clark discontentedly. "What the I thought you was alone."

We bad entered the sitting room, and while I busied myself with lighting a lamp, stirring up the fire in a stove at one end of the room, Clark and my two comrades roused up the offender. Presently all four made their appearance. My companions were solemn Clark was surly and fretful, while the prisoner was pale and trembling. "Sit down by the fire and tell us all about it," said Clark roughly, but with kindliness, pushing up a seat and pouring him out some whisky in a teacup. The whisky seemed to do the prisoner good, or else the heat of the stove allayed bis fit of trembling. His dull look of misery gave way to more intelligence as he gazed from one face to another. Somehow he was not a man you could be bard on. "Is—is she dead he finally managed to stutter, looking wistfully around. 'Not yet," said Brown, tne deputy sheriff, sternly. 'Ah!" shuddered the man, "I hope she won't. I hope she won't. I have no hard feelings against her—none at all." "Perhaps it's the other way," suggested Randall, taking a piece of navy plug out of his waistcoat pocket, and with his penknife shaving off a piece of a shape and size peculiar to himself. He offered the black cake of tobacco to the prisoner as a kind of mute testimony that his words were not meant to be offensive, but the latter shook his head sadly. We had all drawn up around the stove, and Clark brought out a demijohn of the right stuff, aud two or three thick glasses, such as they use in barrooms. We lay back in our chairs and rested our feet, tired with many hours in the saddle, against the projecting foot rest that ran around the redhot stove. "I am very sorry it has come to this," said Brown, after a few moments warmth, rest, and the whisky having somewhat subdued ev«n the austerity of

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deputy sheriff. "You really ou«ht to have done it, Mr. Pierre." The man he addressed as Pierre was stilt youug, rather slight of build, and dark in coloring. You could see at a glance that ho was of a nervous temperament, and iu the lamplight his eyes shone with a strange effect that might be termed a glare, somewhat like those of a hunted animal at bay in a dark thicket. From the womanish way in which he sipped his whisky, it was evident that he could have done very little drinking in his life. Whatever was the cause of h!» crime, rum was not. It must have been more the alcohol than tho heat of the stove which brought some color back into his cheeks. He shook bis head mournfully at Brown's words, but life was not so gloom^ as it bad seemed a few minutes before.

Well, how did you come to do it?" burst out. Clark, whom curiosity, as well as disgust at the invasion of his rights of hospitality, rendered fidgety and talkative.

Still Pierre would do nothing but shake his head and sigh. Iu view of having to stand a trial it was not to be wondered at that he would not commit himself. But I knew that perhaps he might never come to trial at all.

You don't look like a man who would strike a woman," said I. The prisoner started and gave mo a quick, full look of gratitude. He could be silent no longer. "I swear to heaven," said he, "that I never laid hand on that woman before. Much as I have been provoked—or—" here he hesitate^—"irritated—I never struck her. What happened last night was the affair of a moment. The first thing I knew, I was riding out of the village and feeling that 1 had stabbed somebody.'? "And taken somebody's horse," added Bmwn, dr.ily, the first flush of the whisky having expended its softening

I was going to send the mare

back." •jUM" ejaculated Brown, with satire q«fH wt upon the prisoner. te» being broken, and the whisky having had ita effect on his tongue, he now leaned back in his chair and spoke as fiiows: "I might as well tell yoa, gentlemen, how it all came about—at least, as far as I am able, because there are polnta in my experience I can't pretend to aocount for. The woman I hurt so badly the other night is my lawful wife I never eared tor any one else but her, and when I married her I doubt if there were a

was making fun of me. I aaw U»m

TBRRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

well euough. They thought I was blind to their ridicule, but I took it all in. Only my delight at getting Lou—that ia the name of my wile—was so great that I didn't care a atraw for ridioule or anything else. Well, I had had bard enough work to get her, that's a fact, and my marriage waa the triumph of three years of as great misery aa I oan think of. This business is bad enough, but I would rather swing than pass such a time as I did then.

You may suppose from my saying that I had hard work to get her, that tb« match was uneven, or that there was something *iai(»t me, or that L*»u didn't like me. Not one of those things is true. I was making a little money., had a reputation for perfect steadiness, never drink, belonged to a ohurch and taught in Sunday school. Lou hadn't a cent, never doubted my character for squareness, and took a liking to me from the first. Iu fact I was always bashful and never bad taken to girls, while Lou had

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quite a name for being a belle when to follow around after her. Folks actually thought better of her for having me attentive to her. That is only to show you that there was nothing against me in any way, shape or manner. Well, that was the begiuning of it all. I was so well received that I was certain all was right, and I suppose that turned my head a little. I just let up brakes all around, and if Ididu't just love that girl! There wasn't anythiug I wouldn't do for her. Well, she didn't quite understand it all. I sometimes think women don't know what love is at least they don't love the way we men do. They are cool, aud seem to be able to think of soiuethiug far ahead when the man is half out of his mind with the pleasure right there. Pretty soon she began to fight off and dictate terms. That was all right enough I submitted, and would have stood almost anything. But next thing that happened she broke the engagement. Then I went to see her and we had a fine row. She told me she didn't care a button for me, and I must keep my distance, and all that sort of trash. Well, I saw pretty soon that she didn't care for anybody else, and did care for me and so after a blow out the matter was patched up, and we were thick again as over. After this she

more loving, but pretty

soon the same thing occurred again. This time 1 was furious and stayed away. Well, she stood that about two weeks and then dropped. I was about dead by that time, but I had determined not to make the advances, and so she had to. Well, gentlemen, I'm making too long a story. That is the way she acted a great many times. To say I loved her all through would not be true. On the contrary there were times when I hated her so that I lay awake at night just to think over what could hurt her most. Why, I have had long plans mapped out to humiliate and shame her, and it was only by keeping my memory jogged every now and then, and recalling that a man has no business with such dirty, small work that I saved myself from putting them into execution. There was one thing I noticed, however. When I was near her I couldn't be half so vindictive as when we were apart. Out of sight I could ponder over the most ingenious plans for her ruin and harm, but when she was by there was something in her eyes or the turn of her head that made a baby of me at once. 11 was that—whatever it may be— which prevented any such move on my part and brought us together at last before a clergyman in church."

Pierre had become absorbed in his remarks and now reached automatically for his glass, which Clark had filled again with whisky and water. It seemed to do him good to talk, and all the rest of us were so much interested that we not only said no word, but forbore to look at him, lost something might interrupt the flow of his confessions. Weariness, warmth, the liquor, and somewhere in the air, the feeling of a tragedy, combined to throw such a spell as most easily turns a man to loosening his inmost secrets from the cells where he has meant to keep them forever. The tallow candle burned dim aud the stove took on the dull red glare of forged iron. It made no difference that the room and its contents were bare and vulgar, or that the men who sat about the cheap, ugly fireplace were rough in exterior and of minds different one from another a common interest was occupying them. It was one of those occasions when everything conspires to knit individuals into a composite group, animated by one life. So strong was this feeling of fellowship that the prisoner evidently found it difficult to remember that his position was a dangerous one, or that three of the five men within the four walls were at least his jailors, and possibly even worse, *,So we got married after all," continued Pierre, only stopping long enough to address himself to his tumuler, and never taking bis eyes off the dark top of the white and red btfdled stove, at which we all were staring. "I suppose you are married men, gentlemeu?" he said, aud for the first time looked up quickly. Brown nodded gravely and the speaker was too busy with his recollections to consider whether Brown had aright to act for any of the others, "Well then, you know what it is to be married, speaking iu a general way, and what a very ditferent thing marriage is to the Idea most youag men form of it. won't deny it, E am cursed with a bad temper, aud every now aud then it masters me. I had consoled myself all along with the reflection that when once the cermouy was performed everything would be well, at least as far as my troubles of courtship were concerned. I soon fouud, however, that very much the same thing was to be my lot even after all I had gone through with. You married you know what an awful hold a wife baa over a man, especially if he is perfectly steady, loves her to distraction, and never looks at any other woman. Well, that was the kind of man I was, and having found it out pretty thoroughly, Lou began a systematic course of tyranny. So far from having left behind me the anger that used to overcome me before marriage, on the contrary, I often found myself hating her worse as my wife than formerly as my intended. You will understand me. I had learned to require her

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nee I bad merely looked forward to a union with her as the great delight of the future. She was master of the situation, therefore, and dictated terms for my love for her was to Intense that I could not bring myself to play the bully and would do anything rather than look at another woman. It seemed to me an Insult to love to dispute her commands. If she waa unreasonable and demanded wrong and silly things, If caprices bent her this way and that and made us both uncomfortable, there seemed to be only these alternatives: either to convince her and get her to yield peaceably, or else to give way myself. "It is needless to say that the latter was almost always the result. Many is the time she has gone to sleep in my arras, and morning has fouud us in separate rooms—she all coolnew and scorn, and I with the vilest hatred bursting in my heart. Why, I have not killed ber long ago 1 do not know. She waa an sure yf me, and so unconcerned that I

should take advantage of greater strong th some day to subdue her or do her bodily injury, that it afforded ber additional pleasure to brave the rage she saw was oonsuming me. Sometimes, when I was at the worst, I have saljl to ber: 'Have a care! There is a limit to all things,' and she would answer with a burst of derisive laughter. Ah, that she bad taken a little notice of her danger 1" "Yes," be went on, "it did come, after all. Never mind what tho last cause was—the final blow to my resolution. I am telling you now more than I have ever breatnwl to htunau betnjj. There waa no reptile on earth, no devil in bell, that did not seem good to me beside that woman. I felt I must kill her, if it were only to rid the world of such a pest. There was a sense all through me that her death would rest completely something that was tired ond worn out, all inside my veins and nerves as If her blood would cool soma fever that had been accumulating for years. Perhaps I have never forgiven her the unneces sary cruelty of our oourting days. Perhaps it isonly the torture she has inflict ed since marriage vvhloh affected my very flesh. At any rate, the longing lor revenge was perfectly satisfied by the act. At each blow I gave her the other night, the black cloud that had hung over my heart lightened, and I believe —God forgive me!—that I kissed her when I left her 1 "Love ber?" he cried passionately, after a pause, and rising from his seat. "Yes, a thousand times more thau before I gave her those cowardly stabs. I feel like a parent who has been forced to beat the child he loves most in the world. But I—unhappy wretch !—have committed murder, and, instead of hurt ing her a little, bave destroyed the only thing that makes life tolerable. For without her life will l*e intolerable, that I know. Ah, why did I hurry away? What a fool I was After being such a coward as to touch a woman, I might have bad the courage to face it out. But my mind was in a whirl, and something —somebody—said: 'Get a horse, quick, and lly!' And so I did. Could it have been Lon said that

Pierre stared out fixedly into space, with the round-eyed look of a man trying with all the'might ol his memory to recall a pcene. Our host had been watohing him breathlessly during bis recital whenever I stole a glance at Clark's hairy face I could see that he was not the least moved of the company. A few moments before Pierre stopped, however, Clark's eyes narrowed into a crafty expression, and, rising softly, he opened and ransacked a small drawer in a chest near the wall. His manner was so peculiar that it attraoted my attention. It meant that what he wished to avoid was our attention. From the drawer be extracted certain large cigars of a dark color, and during the next few moments, while changiug glasses and refilling the tumblers, he managed to substitute one of these for the fresh cigar lying on the chair or table by each man's seat. Brown took up his and lighted it. Randall followed suit, and held the cigar to his nose, at the same time raising his eyebrows in the direction of Clark. Our host nodded, as if to say: "Try it it's first-rate," and as he caught my glance, relapsed into bis chair uneasily. I, too, sinelt of my cigar, and placed it unlighted between my lips. While Pierre stood gazing, in deep thought, Clark came around to me with a lighted match for my cigar. After a moment's hesitation 1 took it and lit the tobacco. It had a pungent and very peculiar odor, so that I thought it wisest to pretend to smoke it without doing so. My precaution was justified a moment after. Brown's head bad fallen back on bis chair, his mouth was open, and he was in a deep sleep. The cigar laj' on the ground. Randall had folded his arms upon the table, and his long breathing told that something— perhaps the whisky and the monotonous voice of the speaker, perhaps something else—had sent him into a. heavy slumber. I was drowsy myself. The room was close aud warm. I threw my arms over the bajk of a chair near me, and, laying my head so that I could see every one on opening my eyes, shut them close, and soon wa« in a state of semiconsciousness which was not sleep, but certainly was not being wide awake.

Pierre at last roused himself from thought. "Yes, gentlemen," he continued, blind to the fact that be had talked along while and that most of his audience could not hear him. am not only a criminal, but a vile coward to have run away. Oh," he cried, with a sudden turn of feeling. "I must see her, even if she is dead. But what keeps me here? Let us go back at onca." "No you won't," said Clark, rising up and seiziug Pierre by the coat. "You won't do no such thing." "Good heavens! I had forgot. I am a prisoner, but we are going back anyhow. Cannot these gentlemen understand my position and take me back now?" "These gentlemen," answered Clark, with a derisive gesture at our sleeping forms, "are not able to get ioto a saddle, n?t to say sit in one. Besides, they have no orders to bring you back."

Here he grinned in Pierre's face and caught himself under the chin in an ugly and suggestive manner. Pierre turned a little pale. "Sooner or later," he said firmly, "it makes little difference, except that I must see Lou before 1 die. Must?—I am a prisoner."

Wal, now, pard," said Clark, moved by the sharp tone of despair, "I reckon you wouldn't flinch at the last, would Ve? But as for being a prisoner What made ye take old man Joeyl's mare?" "I took the first horse that came to hand. I meant to send it back." "Well, I believe you, and, thought you was square from the first. I don't mind the woman so much—that's none of my business—but the mare! I tell you it ud go ag'in my grain to help a horae-tliief!" "No, no, no of course I'm no horsethief," said Pierre impatiently. "But what do you mean by help?" His face had grown bright with hope. "Ana," said Clark, "now you see ahead. Go back to Jocyltown ind no much! Do you see them fellows? Opium—opium did it. Just a whiff of It and off they go sound as woodchucks, and good till twelve o'clock to-morrow morning. Now, then, you Just bop on to my bor**, tak* the road I tell you, and light out. They'll never ketch you, or my name ain't Clark."

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PlAre said nothing, but hia face was joyous with a solemn kind of gladness. He only grasped Ciark's thick band and shook it over and over again. They disappeared at onoe from the room. To all intents and purposes I was asleep—at least so 1 argued to myself—and had no call to interrupt their proceedings. My best occupation was sleep, and to this turned with such entire success that the sun was high In the heavens before we discovered that our bird was flown.

Brown, Randall and I rode into Jocyltown at a sharp pace the next day with the missing mare, and didn't care to talk to anybody till we got into the barroom. where we told our story. I waa rather surprised to find how little effect

it bad on the audience. Instead of breaking out into curses against Pierre, they received the news of bis escape very much in the light of a Joke on ua. Ola Jocyl never knew what a joke was, or else thought it was some form of ex-

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nse to laugh, and therefore systematrefrained. There was a peculiar vein of regret in hia voice, when he said: "I suppose you don't know that she's mending—doing well, tbe doctor says." "Don'tsay!" said Brown. "Well, women folks do bang on to life, they beat cats. That Pierre is a lucky fellow to have lit out just when he aid. If be hadn't, I dor.'t believe he'd have ever known he wasn't a murderer." "'Tain't like you to do things by halves," growled Jocyl. "But who's goin' to pay for tbe two days' use of my mare? 1 don't see how I'm to get even anyways, what with a wounded woman in the house and you lettin' tbe husband escape!" "Bother tbe old mare! Yon may thank me for gettln' ber back at all. But, as to tbe man, there's no two ways about it, Clark must have drugged the liquor. No straight whisky would have fetched me that way." "Or the cigars," 1 suggested but no one took the trouble to listen to what I bad to say. "I never was so fooled in my life," said Brown, with several gentle oaths. "If ever I catch that fellow alive, I'll take him by tbe ear and walk him right up to that pretty young wife he's been a carvin'—and what she says to do that I'll do, if it's to hang him instanter!"

Everybody chimed in with a chorus of approval, for Brown was standing treat at the time, partly to relieve his feelings, partly with a shrewd idea of taking the edge off the natural resentment of the crowd at the loss of Pierre, and partly to stop the mouths of the jokers at bis expense. I had stepped to the window, when I saw cause to give Brown a private signal to oome out outside into the entry leading to the front door. Pulling him out on the veranda, we perceived a man alighting hurriedly irom a weary horse.j|As be walked unsteadily up the steps, we saw that it was Pierre. Brown was so surprised that he hadn't a word to say. I stepped forward. 'What are you doing here?" I asked in a low tone. "Don't you know your danger? or bave you heard the news?" "What—what news?" gasped Pierre, leaning up against a pillar jwhite as a sheet. My questions were confusing. ^'You don't mean she!s—"

I did not answer at once, for I, too, was at a loss. Did the fool expect to find her alive after he had tried so hard to kill her? Was he hoping she was dead, or did he fear to hear that she was? "She'a going to get well," said I sullenly, feeling thoroughly disgusted at the bare idea that he might still wish her ill.

Pierre started with' an inarticulate noise, and hurried along the veranda to tbe "ladies' entrance" but Brown was before him. "Where are you going?" cried Brown, seizing him roughly by the arm and swinging him rouud. You're my prisoner? You don't get off this time." "I must go upstairs to see her," said Pierre, setting his teeth. "Right, you must," said Brown, wrathtully. "But I shall take you there, mind that. I've sworn it." "Then come on!" cried Pierre, pushing open the door and hastening upstairs with Brown at his elbow. I followed, without stopping to ask myself what business I had there. At the bead of tho staircase was the door of tbe room Pierre stopped and drew himself up surprising dignity. His tone would have imposed on bolder men than Brown. "Gentlemen," he said, "stand aside. This is my wife's room!"

Involuntarily we stepped back and Pierre opened the door. The bed stood opposite, at its head sat the doctor, and in it, propped up by pillows, was his young wife, stiy wonderfully pretty in spite of her thiu white face and griefdarkened eyes. Her inborn tact had kept ber sweet looking and coquettish even under these circumstances, where the doctor was the only visitor that could be expected to enter. Pierre leaned speechless against the doorpost, unable to advance, retreat, or shut the door from our profaning eyes. His wife's eyes were closed, and the long dark lasaes made her face even more charming from the childlike effect they gave to her countenance. At a low exclamation from the doctor, she opened them wide on the door with tbe three men standing within and beyond. But plainly her eyes saw only one, for they dilated with joy, and fairly blazed upon poor Pierre, who stood vacillating in the doorway. 'I knew you would come back," she cried with a little hysterical shriek.

You bave forgiven me, I know," she went on, as Pierre ran across tbe room and, dropping on bis knees by the bed side, raised bis hands to her in a dumb appeal for pardon. "And I—why I never have known what it was to love betore I promise never to torment you any more. I will be a good wife. Promise to pardon mo and never go away again!"

What Pierre answered, and what he felt, Brown and I never kuew, lor the doctor sprang across tbe floor into the doorway and pulled to the door after bim. Pierre could not bave felt meaner than Brown and I thought blm, for the woman's beauty, her lovely ways and her generosity in taking all the blame, made us ready to fight anybody and everybody on her behalf. We followed tbe doctor downstairs in silence and made our way at once to the barroom. Only oaths and whisky could relieve, in some little degree the unwonted emotions stirring in tbe minds of Brown. It was in a silence big with imprecations not yet ready to burst, that Brown, with a sweep of bis arm, ordered up every man and lounger to drink.

Then the torrent fell, and chiefly on the head of the ruffianly husband who could put cold steel to such a lovely bit of humanity aa Mia. Pierre. But at tbe end there was a breathing apace to take calmer survey of tbe whole affair and look at it from other standpoint*. "And yet," said he reflectively, "to see the way she took him back again I That knocks me. Why," he cried,looking around and bringing bis clencbod fist down on th£ walnut| counter, "I do believe be begun wrong. There wouldn't bave been any fuss at all, if he'd only have knifed her a little first off.—Chaa. De Kay in Scrlbner, for Juno.

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The only reliable remedy for all Throat and Lung Diseases, Is a scientific preparation, 1 compounded from the formula of one of the *, most succe.«ful practitioners lu the Wextern country. It has stood the test for the last twenty years, aud will etTecta cure after alL other cough remedies have failed. 1

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HALLOF REPRESENTATIVES, IXDI«SAPOI.IS,1WD., teb 15.1»71,

DR. J. H. liuowN :—We have used your "Brown's Expectorant," and take pleasure Insaylnathat we found tt the best medicine ever used lor Coughs, Colds, and Hoarseness, and cheerfully recommend it to all who may be troubled with Throat and Lung affections. jfvae Wm Mack, Speaker House Rep,

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It Acts Like Magic.

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JEFFERSONVILLB INI)., APRIL 6,1871. f)». J. H. BROWN Having suffered with a severe cough for some time past, I was Induced to try one bott of your "Brown's Expectorant." I unhesitatingly say I found It pleasant to the taste, and to act like magic. A few doses done the work for the cough, and I am well,

INDIANAPOLIS.

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There is no compar'son between It and the common slowing acting porous plus ter, It is in every way superior to all other external remedies Including liniments and the so called electrical appliances, it contains new mrdiclnal elements whloli In combination with rubber, possess most extraordinary pain relieving, and strengthening and curative proper) l»*s. Any physician In your own locality will confirm the above statement. For LAM BACK, rheumatism, female weakness, stubborn and neglected coughs and colds, diseases kidneys, whooping cough, aflt'eelions ol the heart, and all Ills lor which orous plasters are used, it Is simply the est known remedy. Ask for Benson capcine Porous PlasU and take no other Sold toy all druggists. Price, '25 cents. Men ton receiptor price, by 8EAB0RY A JOHNSON, 21 Piatt street, New York.

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INDIANAPOLIS, IND., Dec. 80,1S69.

DR. J.H. BROWN After having used your "Expectorant Syrup" long enough toknow and appreciate its good qualities. 1 can cheerfully bear testimony to Its uniform success in curing the most obstinate cases of Coughs, Colds, etc. I have frequently administered the'''Expectorant" to my children, and always found it the very best, as well as most pleasant remedy of Its kind. iViTHAN KIMBALL,

Treasurer of State.

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David A. Sands,of Darlington. Montgomery county, 6ays: "My wife has beenamlcted with consumption for a number of years, and during that time has tried most arl tho medicines recommended for that disease without affording any relief. I was induced by the recjmmendat,ions of Dr. Kirk, druggist at Darlington, to try 'Brown's Expectorant Syrup,' and I am now happuy to say that my wife Is so much improved I am confident it will entirely restore her health by its continued use."

It Cures Bronchitis.

EDINBUROH, IND., August 28,1871.

This is to certify that I have used 'Brown Expect«rant'In my family since ltsflrstintroductlon. It lias never failed to give satisfaction. My wife is subject to Bronchitis, and I have found no remedy eqnal to "Brown's Expectorant." I reoommend it as a safe aud reliable medicine.

J. T. BRENTON, M. D.

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