Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 1, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 July 1879 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

Ilaijw's Weekly.

T£fib' Di'.AD STUDENT.

BY Vfi\A. CA HLBTOJt.

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He looked

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Xt dofsa .serm—now does it Jack poor Brown were dead

yesterday at uoou he had bed.

The uu:i u.-i .u», t.e p'.ayed first ba.se, and j«* jtc n:iand down Ami ineu.tOKitp&way

sly—'twas not at

Brown.

The story se*n too big to take. 'Moat any one will find It's sometimt* hard to g*t a mau well mid out In ills in uJ, And Brown wasjs.»i full of life. Twouidh' sooifiue, I avow, To hear a whoop, »u«i the man go rus»h lug past here u«w. Poor Brown! heV) lyiug In his roam, as white as driftea »uow. I called upon him.

two a$o.

It were, nu boar or

A rushing into Brownie's room teemed awkward like aud i.ieer We haven't Hpo'xe.i back and forth for something like a year.

We didut pull t«g«ther square a single night or day UoweVr 1 went, lie soon contrivxl to tind another way. He ran against me la my loves we picked a dozen bones About that glri you used to like—the one that married Jonas.

He worked against me lu the class, beforfc my very eyes. He opened up and scooped me square oat of the Junior prize. In the lust campus rusn we came te strictly business bio ws. And from the eye he left undimuied viewed his damaged nase. In fuct, I came at last to feel—ahd own it with dismayThat lite voulu be worth living for If

Browu wuieoutof the way. But when I h**ard that he was dead, my feeMugn locked aud then I would have given half my life to get back agAin.

I called upon him, as It were, an honr or two ago. The room was neat beyond excuse—the women made lc so. Be sar- he had no hand in that, and naught about ii knew. To see tho order lying round had made him very blue.

A sweet bouqtnt of girlish flowers smiled lu the lace of Death. Straight through the open window came the morning's fragrant breath. Close caged, a small canary bird, with glossy, yellow throat, Skipped drearily from perch to perch, and never sung a note.

With hair unusually combed,

Bat

K'rtRKd near,

poor Mo

Alte.iuuely perusing Greek, and wrestling with a tear. A homely little girl of six. for some old kindness' sake. Was sobbiug In the corner there as if her heart would break.

The books looked worn and wretched like, almost as if they knew, AndKoemeuto be a whispering their Utles to my view. His riKi j.ud guu were in their place and high, where all might see, (Gleamed jauntily the bo-iting cup he won last year froja n*.

1 lifted up the solemn sheet. That honest earnest face Bhowod signs j( culture aud of toil that

Death could not erase.

.As western SKiwi at twilight mark where late the sua has been. Brown's face revealed the mind and face that ouce had burned within.

graudly helpless there, upon

that lonoy bed!

Oh, Jack! these mauly foes are no more when they are dead! •'Old boy," I sobbed, "'twas half my fault.

This heart makes late aiuqnds, I took ibe white cold hands in mine—and. Brown and I w..'re friends.

From Harper's Bazar.

An Unlucky Day.

Nell has come down to breakfast with her "grief muscles" in full play. Perhaps you do not happen to know what the "grief muscles" are, though. Tboy .are, on the authority of Mr, Darwin, those muscles which, in some faces, act upon the Inner corners of the eyebrows, •drawing thorn up In a pathetic little •curve, and giving to the whole faoe an expression or pathos whlob nothing else can Impart. I have never seen a faoe in -which theso same muscles Act as perfectly as in Nell's and as I know the signs of the times, I ask what is the matter, as an ertectlouate brother should.

This is going to be an unlucky day," aays Nell, with a deep sigh, and a more raetul expression than ever upon her pretty face.

It is a very pretty little faoe, round and fair, ruse tinted, and dimpled a ravir, lighted up by two deep blue Innocent eyes, and crowned by criap waves of tmgut broA-n b*ir—a very pretty little race, and generally a bright and cheicful one. When Nel! makes her little speech about the "unluoky day," I know what has brought the cloud upon it. "My dear," I sav, sagely, "you are too old for such rollies. Have your repeated vouthful perusals of Rotcanond instilled no wisdom iuto your aiinJ? I) you not know that whether a day is lucky or unlucky depends upon our^•l^vish vou wouldn't be so deadly wise," say* Noli, with another sigh.

is the last and bitterest drop in the cup of adversity. None of my ill lack this morning was of my twu making—so. now!"

That "so, now" is delivered so viciously and reminds me so forcibly of our en* Idl»l) days, that I laugh. "Suppose you tell me what these dretdtul tribulations were?" I say, soothingly, for pathos is entremely unbecoming to Neil's style, aud I am proud enough of my little sister to always like t) gee her at'her best. "Weil,"says Noll, slowly, "in the first

SUce,

I left my pet begonia on the win-ow-stll, a* often do. It la a broad ai!J,you know, and 1 thought it quite safe but tho wind camo upTn the night and blew it down, and broke the pot." ••Shall I go and see about it?" I asked, hilf rising.

No," *»y« Nell,shaking her head "I did it myself. But, dou1t you think, Cyril, there was a great earm-worm in the pot. Of all things on oarth, 1 hate eartu-worms and there was the groat slimy thing wriggling about on the floor of my room. I had to take it ap mvseif on the duet-pan, and throw it out of the window. Ugh!" «lf the begonia was not seriously injured," I «*y. Nell pa for a little shudder, "it was a very xl thing that the pot did break. The worm would have led t. plant, seiner or later, if it had Aid re. Ther at think how uncomfortable the poor thing must have boon, all crrrtned up in that little place. As far as I seo. your first piece of 111 luck was very 1 for all three of yon the b*go..i-, th« vrown, and you." •, the worm!" says Nell, scornfully, "But that is only the beginning. I •thought I never should be ready for

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breakfast, for everything went wrong In the first place, I dropped one of my jet ear-rings, spent a quarter of an hour in hunting for it, and only found it at last by setting my foot on it and crushing it. But only think, Cyril," oriea Nell, in a brisker tone, "while I was looking for it I found my pearl ring that I thought I had lost while we were out boating last week. It was under a oorner of the carpet, where it might have staid until we clean house again, if hadn't just happened to see it.' "Good luck out of ill again," I say. Besides, as this is a furnished bouse it might have lain there forever if we leave it next spring. What else f" i,The ring is worth ten times as mnoh as the broken ear-ring, and I know that Nell values it still mor? on other grounds but of that I say nothing.) "Then I oould not gafc my hair right, do what I would," says Nell, took It down six times, and at last had to let it go as it would.'' "Which happens to be the most"Be^ oocuing way in which I ever saw you wear it," I say. "Ttke advantage of the aooideut, and never wear it otherwise."

Nell's face dimnies a little—a very little—at that but the look of care comes down as she goes on. "I told a boy yesterday to c6me this morning to do a little weeding," she says. "He came eiarlier than I expect el, and began on his own acoouut. When 1 weut down to look after him, I found he had pulled up about half my mignonette. "Admirable!" I say. -"You never have the heart to thin out your flowers sufficiently yourself, you will see that the mignonette be left will be the finest you ever had."

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I lapse into thoughts of the little «irl waiting patiently up among the New England hills, in the old college town where I studied—the little girl at whose existence Nell has never guessed. Nell, at borne, is dreaming of Miles Gaston, whom she is to meet at the picnic this afternoon. I must not be late for the picnic, by-the-way, no I rouse myself, atiAke off my dreaming, and go to work with a will.

Wben I reach home again, tired in mind and body from the effects of crowding a long day's work into leas than half a day, Nell is not watcbing for me, as I fully expect to iiud her. Vaintiny __ name from the'top to'tbe bottom of the house silence and echo alone answer. It is very strange, for I had made sure that Nell would be ready and waiting for me, worrying herself, after her habit, with vain fears that I bad missed the train. We are to start for the picnio at half-past three o'clock, and it now laoks

lilo, am luiij if *v uuu ly do I search every room of our domicile, vaiuly do I shoot Nell's

only

a quarter of three. I am just about to start out on a wild search through the neighborhood, when, from tb» window, 1 see her hurrying up to the aoor. She has oome, evidently, from one of the neighbors' houses, and her faoe has a flushed, frightened look, which for the moment alarms me.

Ob, Cyril!" she cries, at sight of me, "I bad no idea that it was so late, but I couldn't help it. Oh, Cyril I After all, it was the luckiest thing. Those poor children! If Bridget had hot made that mistake we should have eaten them, and there would have been no picnic nor anything «lse for us,"f **Chiidrou? Bridget?" I exclaim, in uttor bewilderment. "Is Bridget one of the 'children' you are talking about? And why on earth should we eat her

I l%ogh aa the vi nof that sturdy, red-ffceed Milesian rises before mcu What a dainty meal the "poor child" would make, to be sure! But Nell hi half eryicg with vexation at my stupidity and Mir own inability to explain. "Not Bridget—Mrs. Lonsbury's children. Th^v have been so sick. And just think, "oaly for Fridget's blunder we should havetftkm them, and then—" consider what you

"My dear Nell, do

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you'd hush!" wails Nell, dis

consolately. "Can't y6u let me be miserable if I want to?" There is nothing more msddening than to have people persist in being uhesriul over your mis fortunes. It's my ill luok, and I don't see why you need meddlu with it." "It will be my ill luck if you don't give me my breakfast pretty soon," I say, laughing, for NqU's eyes are twinkling in 'fepite of her savage words.

Nell pours out the coffee, while oarve our favorite dishr— beefeteak and mushrooms. Noli just tastes hers, and lays down her knife and fork. "That is the climax!" she the calmness of despair.

says, with

I taste, and then lay down

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knife

and fork also. "What is it I ask "Bridget has put stfear upon the steak Instead of salt," she says. "Perhaps you will be kind enough to evolve a little good luck out of this also "No," I say, decidedly. "It is beyond my power to see any good luck in haviug Vour breakfast spoiled." "I thought so, says Nell, laughing

It is easy enough to be philosophical over other people's woe», but when It comes to your own it is a different mat ter. Suppose you see how yon like it yourself? I prophesy that somebody will invite you to lunch at Delmouioo's, for you must come home early to go to the plcriic. You won't forget?"

I promise, aud then, ag the whistle sounds, I catch up my hat, and rush off to the station, which is only five miuutes' walk or three minutes' run from our house.

Nell aud I, as you may judge from the above conversation, are brother and sister, and we live alone together, the joiliest, coziest couple that ever was Been. So every one says, and if there is a little private' worm knawing at the heart of one of us, it is never confessed to any one, least of all to the other. Thq state of the case is this: I am a lawyer, with a tolerable practice for a young man. Nell is a "tocherless lass," ana the income which I make just avails, with care and economy, for the support of two. With no amount of figuring or calculating can I force myself to believe that it will avail, (or more. Nell fcas never guessed mysecrct, never shall guess it until, the day comes when it need be a seorot no longer. But though she has never guessed mine, I have divined hers long ago. I know that the ,)earl ring which Neli treasures so fondis the gilt of young Dr. Clapton, and I know that Nell's eyes are brighter and her smiles shyer and sweeter when he is here. He doss not come very often, for the town where he is striving to build up a practice is ten miles away, and a young doctor must be always on the spot The prospect before hitn and Nell is vague—indeed, vague as my own. There is just one possible spot of light in our future. Auut Jane—Aunt Jane Bumsey—is an old, a very old lady. She is Infirm, she is Irritable, she is capricious, but she is rich. We scarcely know her, for she has never manifested any affection for us, hardly etraying a consciousness of our existnce, ana Nell and I are no toadies^ We are her only living relatives, though, and every body says that sooner or later her money must come to us. We never talk about it, never build upon it, never mention the possibility to any one. Why should we talk of what may oooie to nothing Only—if it ever doen!

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

oabiea—u«ver, do assure you. And if

ruu ara lu the habit of doing so privatepray don't expose yourself in tbis way. Public opinion will never sustain you. You have evideutly been reading Swift, but pray retneuioer that ho i« long alace yeatl, aud bis advice upon the aubjeot wan never adopted indeed, it was uever meant for anything but oanard. I ain sorry to learn that you took the whole thing in good faith." "Are you mad, Cyril?" asks Nell, looking up at me in round-eyed amazement. "What do you meau by your 'swifts' aud your 'canards?' Swifts are swallows, I believe, and oanard is the Frenob lor duck, I kuow but what of that? Did you have duck for lunch? But you couldn't have bad swallows. Maybe you Hwallowed the duok, though?" "What a horrible pun, Nell!" I say severely "atid not even fresh but Nell laughs, and goes on: "Now let me tell you straight ahead 8nd without any more uonseuae, what mean, and then I must run up and dress. About eleven o'clock I saw the doator going into Mrs. Lonsbury's, aud of course Iran over to see what was the matter. I found that Teddy and Mamie bad both beeu taken suddenly and violently ill. When the doctor came he asked what they had been eating. It seems that Mrs. Lonsoury bought all that I left of a lot of mushrooms which a man brought to our doors yesterday. You know how delighted I was to get

them, and how vexed we both were that Bridget spoiled the steak by her stupid blunder."

Neil's face is quite white as she onds and for «ne—well, there are pleaaanter ways of departing this life," even if you are ready to do so, than by means of toadstools. "How are the children?" I ask, after reflecting for a few uiluutes upon our escape. "Oh, they are out of danger now," says Nell. I left Bridget over there to help them, for they have afl been more or less sick. Now I must go up arid dress. I'm going to dnzzle you when I coino dowu but you need not be alarmed. My oostume oombinos econo my and splendor. You will be dazzled, but not ruined." "Perhaps some one else may be even more dazzled than I," I say .and Nell laughs and runs away, blushing very prettily.

Ton minutes afterward there is a crash and a shriek overhead. I tly up, four steps at a time, to find Nell lying on the floor beneath a wardrobe, which she has somehow managed to pull over on herself.

The wardrobe is in such a state of universal smash that it is very easy to clear away the wreck and raise Nell in my arms. She«pens her eyes as I lay her upon her bed, and asks, faintly: "What is it? Has the world cdme to an eNd?" "Not just yet," I reply "but what have you been doing?"

Then her sensed come back to her, and she slowly raises herself upon her right elbow.

It was thq wardrobe," she says. "I remember now. '(he door stuck, and I was in a hurry and tried to jerk it open. Then the whole thing seemed to jump at me, aud I was so frightened than I screamed and fainted. I'm all: right now, though, and there nothing to hmder our startipg." "Look at your dress, now," is my re"5.

oil looks, and nearly faints again the lovely dress is soiled and torn past ail hope of restoration. "It is better for your dress to be torn than for your bones to be broken," Isay consolingly but Nell shakes her bead dubiously. "Bones will grow together again, but clothes won't," she says, ruefully. "If you only knew the time and tb^ugkt I have spent on that dress, Cyril. It was made out of three old ones, and cost absolutely nothing, except time and pains yet it was fresh, and pretty, and becoming. And my hat matchea it precisely straw color and blue, you see and— Oh!" cries Nell, as she catches sight of herself in the glass.

I have not bad the heart to tell her that the hat is an even more hopeless wreck than the dress. Suoh a forlorn, battered, dissipated looking object it is, with one wheat ear peeping up over the left ear, and a forget-me-not-drooping over the right oye, that Nell hersjlf is forced to laugh. is-Hopelees," sighs Nell and just then the whistle sounds, and we realiee that the last chance of the picnic it now over. 'The end of an unlucky day," says Nell, as the sun begins to touch the bor* iaon.

It is not quite the end, thpug^(fer t^e evening mail is sU|i to qomelin. It brings a parfer for nto ana a .lefct^ for Nell, both or Whifch' bear thflrj mark. I open the pip^r, while still studying the direction of hi After the manner bfall of urf. thing upon which my eye fall|}

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letter, first par

agraph atctind whioh some direful hand has axawn broad black? lines. "Aunt Jane ia dead!" I egcolaim and then, as I loojt at the date of. the paper, I add, "Buried, too, by tbis time."

Nell looks up with a start. "Aunt Jane!" she cries. "And my letter is from Fanny Blatchfard, wno lives next door to her."

She studies the direction no laager, but tears the letter hastily open. 'Just what we might expect, ooming this day," she says at lait. "Say wbat^you will, Cyril, it is an upltfcky

"More than unluoky, if your letter contains the news I suppose it does," I say. tiow the dim years stretch away before me as I speak—the years that it will take Dr. Gaston to build up his practice, the years that it will take me to build up mine and all the time thp dear little girl, of whom Nell knows

Ang patiently in the shadId New England hills! I

wrench myself away from such thoughts with an effort, and listen to what Nell

has to say. "Isn't it a shame?" she is saying, when I come to myself. "If we never loved Arint Jane, it was because sbe never gav$ us a chance and if she never cared anything for us, at least we were ber only living relations. We oould hardly have expected her to remember us in ber will, suppose but the least sbe could have done, for the credit of the family, was to die without one. Then we should Have had it in the course of nature and fc»w. But to go and leave it all tp this man—" "What man?" I ask, for as I haveUaid mv thoughts wandered while Neli was talking. "I don't know," Nell aays, consulting her letter again. Fanny does noTuifebtion bis name perhaps sbe did not know it. 'They say that your aunt, Miss Runosey, has left all ber money to the son of a man whom sbe jilted when she was young. No doubt sbo flattered herself that it was a touch of "poetic iustioe," but I must say I think the plain prosaic justice of leaving it to her relations would have been nearer the tight thing.' Of coifrseit is all left to some Cmssus, to whom it will be but a drop in the bucket," says Nell, bitterly. That's

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the way things always go in tbia world, while we— Ob, Cyril, wby don't you say something? Isn't It too bad, and is an unluoky day?" ppose it is," I say, moodily.

isn't this "I su oonfess Vcan not see bow we are to find any good in tbis." evening gloomily efforts to cheer up and forget. I read a little to Nell from dear old "Eiia," and we try a game of oribbage, of whioh Nell soon tires. At nine o'clock we bid each other good night in sheer despair.

I can not see how we are to fln ly good We si spend our enough, in spite of our

We area little more cheerful over the breakfast table. Things can not look quite so bad by the morning's light as they did in the evening's shadows. Nell laughs a little as she ventures a hope that to day wil. not be quite such a chain of misadventures as and I forbear to rebuke bringing in the hot ca inents, and as she sets ing' the third batah upon notice that she ta looking at ly. Evidently she would fi but respect restrains ber tbng "What is it, Bridget?" Nelr asks her, kindly.

yenterday proved, er* Bridget is es in filatecontaln6he table, we curious apeak,

Then the Irish tongue breaks bounds. "Sure, miss," she cries, ''an' haven't yez beard? An' wasn't it Mlssld thlni intirely that ye tore yer droaaan' cudn1 to this piouio—bad cess to it and its

Ikel The milkman was just afther tellin' me all about it. Ivery wan o' tbim! —niver a wan saved-^Che party

dears!

Ocb, wirra, wirraH' Bridget is on the point of breaking into a genuine Irish hewl, but NeU'a words, quick and eagefr, nip it in the bud: "What do you mean, .Bridget? What is it? What have you hanwtfr

Bridget's tale is not dasy stand, diversified as it is by comments, and embellished with interjections. By dint of painful and skillful questionings, however, we elicit the truth at last. That truth concerns the picnic to which, ,but for Nell's accident, we should have gone. This picnio was gottep up by a small party of friends from our own town. We were to have goao by rail to a spot five miles distant, there pick up Dr. Gaston, and transfer ourselves to a huge wagon whioh was to meet us. This part of the program mo seems to have been carried out, iu spite of Nell's and my defection. The excursion came to an abrupt conclusion, however for, barely half a mile from the station, the horses took fright, ran violently down a steep hill, and apset the wagon at the bottom. Two of the occupants were killed, so Bridget reports, but who they were sho can not say. Of the rest not one escaped without injuries more or less severe.

I looked at Nell. She was white to the very lips, and her eyes looked big and wild. "Another incident of your 'unlucky day' which turns out the fcest of good luck," I say, not having as yet taken iu the full sense of the catastrophe. Are you not rather glad than otherwise now, that you pulled dowu the Wardrobe?" "Cyril!" cries NelJ, in a shrill voice, which I hardly recogniz&al hers, "How can I be glad? Two were killed, aud Miles Gaston was there."

I pAuse in horror. .Then I begin to argue. The names of those who were killed are not known. Surely a rising young physician like Dr. Gaston would be on? of the first to be mentioned if he were one of the victims. But even as I speak my heart sinkp, for I remember that Dr. Gaston and another young man were the only two who were not from our town, tbe two, therefore, whose name were the least likely, of ail, to be known.

Nell seems frozen to a statue. Sbe scarcely moves, scarcely speaks. Only her dry lips whisper: "You will go and find out, won't you, Cyril, deal-?"

Of course I will go but just as I reach the door I meet Dr. Gaston himself rushing down the street from the station. 'You here? Thank God!" he cries. "But Nell—ISBhehurt? Is she hurt? Is she—" He pauses, unable so articulate the last word, but I hasten to put him out of his misery. "Noll is here, all right. We didn't go to the picnic. An accident prevented. But yon?" "I did not go either," said Dr. Gaston. "I was called out unexpectedly for a professional visit. It was a critical case, and I could not leave until too late for the train. I only heard of tbe accident Ibis morning, and came down at once."

It is good to see the rosy glow whiob lases away Nell's pallo* as

wbicb shines from his eye* as he her. I leave them iloner tfd I catch up hat and make my usual frantic rush for the train, which, aa usuai^I barely sh£ ceed in catching.

Somehow lean not. work io-day. 'My nerves are unstrung, &y brain bangs fire. Thoughts of the accident, wonder as to the real slate of tbe case, rear as to which of our friends may have suffered, crowd my mind. remembrance of Aunt Jane's cruel will intrudes now and then, but I put it awd??*

Neli meets me at tbe door of our bouse. On her face is a glow, in ber eyes a tender light suoh aa I have never seen there before. She kisses me softly, then follows me Into the house, and hovers about me daintily with wistful looks and broken, half whimpered words. "Cyril," she says at last, and then stops. "What is it, little sister?" 1 ask, for the shy radiance of her face moves me somehow to fresh tenderness. "Cyril," she begins again, "do you want to get rid of me

I stop short, and look at her In amusement, feeling half guilty in my own mind. "Get rid of ypu I say, "Who has been putting nouofaft into your bead? What should I do without my little housekeeper?" ,, "That is just what I have been thinking," says .NelL shyly. Jnst what I ttold Miles 4hen hB^'arttedr^-T

"He .wants." said NeU, hanging her htjad lJ* an&V(>S*k ii a voice which seems half stifled by her blushes—"he wants me to marry web in the Call." "$Iarry hi®!? I fbout, in my first mmteemttot, •'Marty him on his present IneocDof Do yoa meditate a diet ol io~ custs and wild boney/Mfr dear girl? You will find even thoee beyond your reach in winter, and—" "No, but, Cyril," aays Nell, aottly. "Don't be angry, but—it waa to Milea that Aunt Jane left her money, it was his father that she jilted when they were

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both young. And so—you don't mind, Cyril?" Mind? Why should I mind? It was not tbe money that I cared about. My income will still be enough for two, ana Nell will be happy, and— "And, do you know, Cyril," Nell goes on, "Miles says that be never would have married me to live on my money. Only for Aunt Jane's will, we should have bad to wait still and weren't yon right? aud wasn't yesterday tne dearest blessed est day of the whole year, instead of the unlucky one that I, like a little goose, called it? And so, W you can find a nice, motherly old housekeeper to take care of you until you can put some sweet girl, such as you deserve, in my place—"

I laugh out. I cannot help it. "Never you mind, Miss Nell," I say. "I will make shift to take care of myself. Go your way, and never worry your little head about your stupid old brother."

Well, there is little more to tell. The Report of the accident had been exaggerated, as reports always are. Tbe two who were killed were tbe horses, while tbe passengers escaped miraculously. There was one broken collar bone, and braises, scratches, and sprains innumerable—enough to break up tbe pienic, and make us thankful that we were not

there (especially as Dr. Gaston w» also out hard ipplness serloo

absent), but hardly enough to cloud our happiness seriously.

The days of waiting are over now for all of us—for Nell and Dr. Gaston, for my little girl and me. Not tbe ieast talked over of our memories is tbe episode of the uniucky day, which, we fancy, brought about tbe happiness of all four of us.

Starving t« Death*.

Thousands of men and women are starving tbemselveB to death. .They dare not eat this or driuk that, fearing it will increase their flesh. Life (tends upon oontinuous self denial. he only safe and reliable remedy for this terrible condition is Allan's Antii Fat. It is wholly ^vegetable and perfectly harmless. Its use insures a reduction of from two to five pounds per week. Sold by

BUFFALOdruggists.

N. Y., June, 13,1878.

To the Prop'rs of Allan's Anti-Fat: Gentlemen—Tbe following report is from tbe lady who used Allan's AntiFat: "It (tbe Anti-Fat) had the desired effect, reducing tbe fat from two to five pounds per week, until I had lost twenty-five pounds. I hope never to regain what I have lost."

Yours resp'y, *u POWELL A PLIMPTON, -•'•'I Wholesale Druggists. ii I I -T— lo,ooo. Nearly ten thousand Prairie City Cook Stoves are in use iu this aud ad joining oounties. They are the beet stoves buy. For sale by

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I Wish Ererykodr So

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Rev. George H. Thayer, an ..old citizen of this vicinity, known to every oue as a mcwtinfiuebtial (ftizen and Christian minister of the M. E". Church, just this moment stopped in, out store to flay, "I wish everybody to know that I consider that both myself and wife owe our liv&s to Shiloh's Consumptive Cure." It is having a tremendous sale over our eoun* ters, and is giving perfect satisfaction in all cases of Lung"Diseases, such as nothing else has done.

Bourbon, Ind., May 15,1878. Dre. Matchett fc Franco. Sold by Gulick & Berry. *,•

Deception Used.

It is strange so many people will continue to suffer day after day with Dyspepsia, Liver Complaint, Constipation, Sour Stomach, General Debility, when they can procure at our store SHILOH'S V1TALIZER, free of cost if it does not cure or relieve them. Price, 75 cts. Sold by Gulick Berry.

For Lame Back, Side or Chest use SHILOH'S POROUS PLASTER. Price, 25 cents. Sold by Guliok A Berry.

THE PR A IRIS CITY 8T0 VEST. Anybody wanting a plain, heavy and durable Stove at a low price, can do no bettor than, buy the "Prairie City." For sale by

TOWNXBY BROS,

514 Main street, north side.

l'i A'. 1 11 Ii

usher Dr.

chases away Neil's pal Giston into the'diningromik' .It is good to see tho light of love and gratitude!

FROM THB -.J,

igo. W oolen:,"Mills

lifc THfe—

S 1

MNd

ing over spilled milk,"

use cry

use la brood

ing over ^vbat can not be helped. It the man, whoever be may he,' enjoy Aunt Jane's fortuno. For us, for all fotrr of us, it is-only a few -yean mora- of working and waiting, and then— Well, what then? Success and happiness? Failure and separation? Or a quiet grave in some lonely churchyard before tho race is run ana the goal reached? Bah! no use in sitting in my office thinking suoh driveling thoughts as these. Better to go home, set my mind at ease, and take the rest which my nerves demanded. To-morrow I shall oome baoit all the fresher to my daily task.

have a fall line of good* expressly made for FARMER# which will exchange for wool at tbe hlgpest market prioe, or for oash.

Will also recefVe wool Oh commission, and make cash advancement on Philadelphia and Boston market price-

We believe It will be to the advantage of farmers to call at the Vigo woolen Mills and exchange their wool for goods.r

U. JEFFERS.

Cor. Tenth and Main sts.. Torre Haute, Ind.

ICE!

NOTICE! ICE! _____

THE EUGENE ICE CO.

Would moet reepeotfully.Inform thoeitleens of Terra Haute Shat they have on hand au immense quantify of PURE

TARAXINE,

THE

GREAT

Vegetable liver Corrector,

Is an infa:itble remedy for all dl^ca^e* arising from an la inactive liver. It contains no calomel er mineral of any kind. main ingtedient Is tbe concentrated ical principle of the TARA

.ICIJM

DAN-Itsmed

BELION. TARAXINE never falls to cure the following diseases (every bottle warranted):

CHRONIC AGUE.

It Beats the Doctors—Ague Permanently Cared. CARMEL,ind., Ootober 1, IST-i.

MB.

A. Kisrea—During the fall of last year I took the ague so prevalent In this country. I at once put myself under the treatment of my family physician, who gave tae the usual remedy, quinine and cinehonidia. He had no difficulty in breaking the ague, but it murued again and again,aud 1 became so discouraged as almost to lose all hope of a permanent cure. Having paid not less than 875 for doctor's bill ana medicines, it looked hopeless, but at the suggestion of Mr. N. U. Hanold I tried yoarxaraxmeand two bottles did the work so oompletoly that I have had no chills since, and I am In perfect health.

W. JKFFBIE.

CONSTIPATION.

Bead the following from tbe Bev, E, Kent, a prominent Presbyterian Minister of Ntaelby

Coantj, IndUna.

About four months ago I need two bottles of Taraxlne for habitual constipation, with whioh I had been troubled greatly for many years. It gave me complete relief but I did not need to use as full doses as recommended. It also removed a continued feeling of soreness aud oppression over the regions of the liver and stomach, and also greatly improved my digestion, which had be*n very poor for many years. I have taken none for the last two months, but my improved condition »tlli continues. I might say I have thoroughly tested several popularutomach bittois, and oau confidently say I regard the far superior to anything I used.

RBV.haveTaraxineENT, EHI-HALKTK

Juae 10th, 20,1871. tihelbyville, Ind.

DYSPEPSIA & INDIGESTION. Bead What Ibe Ber. W. W. Walden Htkjm:

BKDFOKD,Livingston

co.. Mo..

June 26, 18/5.

A. KIEFBB: Dear air—I look upon itent medicines as nostrums sent abroad merely forthe purpose of making money as a gen-

ter was notable to get out or attend to any business whatever. I tried several iemedies, but with little benefit. Finally concluded to test the virtue of your Taraxine, and feel proud to say have received great benefit, and believe it to-be the b?st remedy of thfrkind in use and can, Wlthont hesitation recommend it to all like

Respectfully, W. W, WAXDKN.suffferers.

Liver Complaint. Sick Headache

How it Effects Beraasnanil «f tbe Whole By Mens. Ho*BJ«Rl., June 1. 1874.

MR.

A,.

KI^FKR—Dear

die

have been

four years

afflicted for the last fears with ile-

great many preparations, but Do unci no relief until I tried one bottle of your Taraxine, which has permanently cured me. I also found it to ba good for ague. I commend it to all who suflbr of the liver Very truly

THOMASWIJITLOCK.derangementyoars,with

Rsv.

NORTHERN LAKE ICE,

Which they are sale or retail at __ feeling thankful mere for past favont, most kindly request a continuance of their patronage, and feel confident of giving satisfaction to all new ones who may favor us with their orders.

Office, 519 Main street, first door west of Rippetoe'sgrooery. JAS. LUCK, Su{ft.

N. B.—All

orders will receive prdmpt at

tention. 8m

ft TIlXOTSOIf* Attorney. Office, 22» Ohio street,

STATEOF

INDIANA, COUNTY

of Vigo. In the Vigo Circuit Court. No. 11908. Fanny Stewart VK. Griffin Stewart—in divorce.

Be it known, that on the 16th day of June, 1879, It ww ordered by this Court that the Clerk notify by publication said Urlflln Blew art, as non-resident defendant, of the 'nsthlm. hare by notiaction agabutt him, and that the same will Stan# for trial at the Heptember term of said Court In the year 1879. JOHN K. DURKAN, Clerk.

T.TILLOTBON, PlalnUlTaatt'y.

EGBERT

CURTIS,

Terr* Haute, Ind.,

Breeder of Pure Brawn and White keg horns, Brown and White China Geese, aud Mascovy Ducks.

Stock and Eggs lor sale. Agent for Animal Meal for Fowls and wlnei and Herman Roup Fills.

FOR SALE BY ALL DRUGKllSTS.

A.KIEFER

PROPRIETOR,

'INDIANAPOLIS.

PRAIRIE CITY

COOK STOVES

.riM'f ^1—i—

iiu

CHEAPEST TO BUY

tit® AlTD

BEST TO USE.

PLAIN, IJfiAVY

DURABLE" STOVES, AT RBMARKABLY

LOW' PRICES.

FULLY WARRANTED

—TO—

Gire Satisfaction in Baking,

??"Not

SC»J

to Fire Crack

-•y if|»r,ANDTO—*l' 7 Use Fuel Economically.

In baying the atovee made here you

Patronize Home Industry

j, And you can always

E E A I S

Without trouble or delay, and

AT VERY LITTLE COST

lixt v*.'-

ASK FOR THE

BUY NO OTHER!

For Sale, wholesale and retail, by

Townley Bros.,

North side Main at., bet. Fifth and Sixth