Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 2, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 12 July 1879 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

BABY HAS OONE TO SCHOOL.

The baby has gone to ichool ah, me What will the mother do. With never a call to buttou or pin, ..

Or Ue a little shoe? How can nhe keep herself busy all day. With the little '-Hindering thing" away'

Another basket to fill with lunch, Another good bye" to say, And the mother stands at tne door to see

Her baby march away And tarns with a sigh ihat is half relief, And half a something akin to grief.

She thinks of a possible iMnre morn, When the children, one by one. Will go from their home out Into the world

To battle with life alone. And not even the baby is left to cheer The desolate home of that future year.

She picks np garments here and there, Thrown down in careless haste, And tries to think bow It would seem

If nothing were displaced If the house were always as still as this, How could she bear the loneliness?

WHY THE SNAKE SHED HIS SKIN.

Would you like to know de reason why de snake shed his skin Kase he tuk de ole one off fur to let de debbil In An' Eve she sot a flshin' wid a piece ob meat an' bread, An' de debbil be slip up an'put de apple

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An' de way de debbil done It, he Jist squat down by de ditch, An* he see de crayfish bitln', and he give de line a hitch An' Eve she tank him fclndijr, as' de dcbbH blew hla nose, All' toy ".4i"'i 70U got nu&n but your skin and hyar fur close

An' he tell her ef she eat up all de apple an'de seeds She kin git a ya'ler josoy an' a string of chaney beads, An'she say: "Wharis de flatboat?' An he tole her at de wharf: An'she mighty sheered o' Adam but she tuk an' Botan'larf.

Den de debbil 'suaUe and 'suade her an' she look all round de lot An' she seed ole Adam gwlne aronn' de corner in a trot, An' she hear de dogs a tunnin', an' ole

Adam hab his gun,

An'she tlnk "dat's lor coon huntin'," an' she 'lowed to hab some fun

But when she. eat de apple, an' de debbil fotch de close, Yoa had oughter see dat nigger step aroun' upon her toes. She clean forgot de cookln' an' de hoecake in de asnes. An'Adam's mtuh for supper, an'de way he'd pour de lashes.

Till she seed blm com In' Jumpin' an' a sllngln'of his gun, An'I telfyer 'twas a caution den, de way she broke an' run. De debbil he put out to hell, an' lef de ole snake skin. An' dat's de way de sarpents learn to wriggle out an' in. —Anna Porter In 1 ndependent.

The Pocket-Miner.

Sam Davis in The Argonaut-

In the person of the pocket miner one finds a fair exemplification of the ups and downs oi a Pacific Coast fortune hunter. Old Slug was one of tiu» class. I never knew his right name, and was never so fortunate as to meet anyone who did.

I first met him on California street, some six years ago, standing *u iront of a bulletin board with his cbia turned up toward the quotations. His mouth was firmly set, one eye half closed, and his hands were in his pookets. He scanned the list carefully without a change of countenance, and walked away stroking his chin whiskers, which were red.

He was next seen in a two-bit saloon, circumventing a pretty good sized horn of brandy, while the barkeeper sipped a little Seltzer at

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invitation. Slug

threw down a |20 piece, and it was evident that he was long on the market. He was seen frequently on California street, walking up and down, saying little or nothing to anybody, and drinking often. When the market rose, he was extravagant in his expenditures, and with a depression he was correspondingly economical. I soon became aware of the fact that to see old Slug blind drunk Indicated a deal in Ophir.

He came by the nickname of "Old Slug" irom the habit he had of maintaiuing that a foO slug of MO was the only true coin of the realm.

Old Slug was a pooket-mlner. Such men pin their faith on finding stowed away in the hills, fortunes which nature has placed in out of the way places, and to wnloh she has forgotten to leave any clew.

Old Slug always insisted that these deposits of gold In pockets existed mainly in Nevada oounty. There the hills were dotted with pine and hemlock, and the underbrush is thickened with creeping vines. Beneath this covering of verdure are quartz ledges, gravel deposits, and pockets of gold. fftExperience had taught Old Slug wnere to look for pocket*. He despised the plan of mining practiced upon the Comstock. He cursed the sago brush country, and bad a hearty contempt for "cropplngs," such as are stamped upon (be topography of Nevada. To mine by means of deep shafts, to take out rook to be milled, to follow plans, surveys, methods, and forms, all this smacked of a

ceremonial

which Old Slug loathed.

To know that a ledge had a certain angle, and pay rock could be struck by running exactly 235 feet from the winze on the 1750 foot level, was reducing mining to a mathematical basis, which was to Old Slug what photography is to a painter. Chance was his goddess, and hs spent the best years of his li{p serving her.

I picked up a good deal of bis history along the street. Almost everyone knew something about him. He bad periodical appearance and disappearances, and, like Klchard, would stake all upon the hasird of a die. He delighted in desperate ventutw, and possessed tne astonishing nerves which are bora In gamblers. He do*tod on tremendous odds, and lost nore ooolly than most men would win.

One day I entered Into conversation with htm:

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"Will there be a break?" ••Get 'em lower If there Is." Will we have a market T"

yer more if we do."

While I was revolving in nay mind the beat method of turning this Information to any practical aooonnt on a capital of 980, Old Sing sauntered off to a bulletin board, scratching bis chin whiskers reflectively.

During the same week there were feverish symptoms observable In the market. The crowd* on California •Creel thickened daily, and signs were not wanting to the observing that San Francisco was on the eve of lie periodical speculation debauch.

Something of more than common Inaroot

in the Big Board rootn

and when this great ftnaadal bean be-"-A V,? 2

gan to pulsate with stronger thro be, there wss a responsive quickening in the blood whion moved through the commercial arteries of the State. Ophir, the bell-wether of the market, climbed up a little higher every hour, and the leaser stocks followed in its wske. The city responded to the excitement, and a hoarse yell went up from the throat of speculation. Cf

Yesterdsy, fever. ,» •. «s To-day, delirium. To morrow, madness. Men saw fortunes accumulating on their bands without sny effort of their own. The outsiders wanted to devour the whble list tbe insiders fed the famished multitude in driblets, in qusntities to suit, in big blocks to order—for cash. In tbe midst of all this turmoil Old Slag maintained his equilibrium Nothing oould disturb tbe knowing quiet which always held possession of the man. When tke street was like a battle field Slug was as undisturbed as a rye patch. He simply watched the market, stroked his chin-whiskers, and drank mechanically. He was exactly the same as when, a few months ago, tbe market lay like a water logged ship becalmed in the doldrums.

The break came. There was. breath of panic on the street, and tbe big structure whiob took 145,000,000 to rear began to topple. "They want to get hold of our stock," said one of the wise ones. "They'll pay higher when they get mine," said another, equally wise. "They can't put 'em down after tomorrow." "Some of tbe timid holders are selling."

Spring, of the Post, author of all the spring rises, invested his stock articles with a flavor of humor that took off tbe edge of care, and advised people to faWW? 9f co»hinations.to brft«£ tae market ietnpdfarily.

The publio whistled merrily as it entered tne graveyard. The papers still had a cheery tone, and predicted a stronger market for the ooming week. They showed bow Eastern capitalists were just getting interested in the Pacific Coast market.

Keene was buying heavily. (Taking in one hundred shares with a big flourish, and letting out a thousand very quietly.)

McDonald had broken the market for a oouple of days to fill his shorts. "Damn McDonald."

The public were about to get control of the markot, and would clinch the bears.

Bless the publio. A syndicate of bulls, backed by millions, were about to do something immense.

For ail these crumbs whioh fell from the editorial and reportorial tables tbe public were profoundly thankful.

Everybody felt that tbe big magnates were sorry they bad sold, and they determined to make them pay like the devil for everything they got.

The Insiders have a habit of selling stock for little or nothing, and then paying a big price for it in thirty days.

The break continued. Margins melted away like a line of foam disappearing upon tbe sand. There was a frantic call for "mud" from the brokers, who had thrown their customers' stock upon the market weeks before. Another case of an eage who found a

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quivering in

Its breast, guided by a feather dropped from its own wing a few days before. Everybodv wanted to sell and nobody wanted to buy. The insiders had nnloaded a lew days hefore, and when tbe panic had touched bottom they bought back their stocks about seventyfive per cent, cheaper. The people found consolation in reading the newspapers, whioh fearlessly exposed the Job. These newspaper articles were written with great foroe and ability. The public at least had the consolation of knowing who got tbe money.

In tbe midst of this crashing market I noticed Old Slug stroking his chin whiskers as calmly as ever, and pouring two-bit whisky down his throttle. "What do you think of this situation?" I asked one morning. "They've got us again."

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In the afternoon I saw him minus his heavy gold watch and chain—"Uncle Harris. Next day he had disappeared.

A few days Ister found him back again In tbe bills of Nevada oounty looking for a pocket. In the little cabin in the grove he had a cat, a few mining and oooking utensils, aside of bacon, aad a sack of flour. He had passed through a few weeks of turmoil and excitement, and dropped $15,000. This was his vacation. Next followed a season of industry.

He tolled away for months, pushing his little tunnel into the hillside. Ten, twelve, and sometimes fifteen hours a day he delved and sweated In this lonely spot. He wallowed in red clay, and borrowed like a mole through the uninviting stratifications of barren quartz. Misfortunes spurned him from behind, and hope beckoned bim from before. At night he rested his weary limbs on his hard bed, having accomplished nothing. He would have despised to have worked for wages at $5 a day.

It was sad to reflect that this poor devil was slaving his life away in order to help pay for a palatial mansion on Nob Hill, from the doors of which he would have been kicked had he tried to enter. His broker had begun the ereotion of the building with the expectation of meeting several hundred of just such men. Winter passed on, and epring opened. Old Slug got anxious when he saw the snows stealing down to the streams and the flowers budding upon the hills. "I must be down for the spring rise."

His provisions were getting low, and his little store of cash oould be counted with a few movements of the fingers. He worked longer hours, and his toil was beginning to tell. There might be gold just beyond, and there might be nothing but barrenness for rods ahead. More exasperating still, he might have named a rich pocket a few inches to the right or left. He began to feel that Providence would never throw another pocket in his way, and despondency took tbe place of hope.

One afternoon, just at sundown, be struck his long sought pocket. A blow of the pick revealedTthe shining treasure and, at the next, a mass of quart* fleoked with free gold rolled at hla fleet. He scratched bis red chin whiskers, now developed into a full beard, and said •ofUy to himself: "She's just blistered with it,"j^.

That night he was spreeing royally in v.rMS Valley. After his debauch be settled down to business, and, for the next week or so, it was almost like taking honey from a hive, fie cleaned np some $15,000—just about enough to pay for the last four in-hand his broker nad bought.

Oid8tng was now equipped for tbe spring rise. Grab ail A Co.. of California street, were ready for Ola Slug.

He WM soon in San Frandsoo, and on California street, his native heath. His big watch chain was onoe more stretched across his vest front. His face—ail but tbe chin whlakers—was shaven dean and a diamond pin blasad In his hickory shirt front.

He left 110,000 with hie broker, and took the balanoe to go round and see the

town. He at first contemplated a spree, but recollected that bis old partner, who was ascideutally killed in a tunnel at Dutch Flat, baa a widow somewhere on North Beacb, and be went down there to inquire. "Have you seen any woman round here they call Jack Hardy's widow?''

He bored hundreds with this question, and at last his patience wss rewarded.

He found her with two little children, In a hand to hand battle with poverty and an exacting landlord.

Ho left some money there no one knows bow much, but it was a comfortable sum.

Mrs. Hardy, when she saw the coin— but why mangle up these scenes with a pen which oan only mechanically reoord tbe bursting forth of a woman's sympathy.

Old Slug

gave the money with no

fl mrish. He fciinply lsid down the ssck on the table, remarking: "I prospected with Hardy. You stow that away," and got out of tbe place at once, because he bated to see a woman cry. She never knew wbo left the money.

That night he turned himself loose, as he called it. When he started on his spree the Bpring rise began.

Old Slug's doing's kept pace with the market in which he baa invested. He smashed up a team coming in from the Cliff, at four o'clock in the morning. He made a pandemonium of all the fashionable and bad resorts at nlght( and thrashed several of his old enimies by day. His fines one morning, at Louderback's levee were $450. He paid his fines, kept up his spree, and otherwise enjoyed himself.

Bracing up, he went down to California street, to find he was worth $20,000, and tb? market boiling.

Assuring his broker that be was still on deck, he drew a thousand dollars from his winnings and plunged again into midnight hilarity and heavy tussels with the tiger. In a week Ophir was $280 and booming.

Old Slug was worth $100,000. "Now, Slug," he said, reflectively, "don't make a blasted ass of yourself again. Sell out and quit."

Old Slue's broker was on the verge of ruin, A combination of men had vowed his financial downfall—and that sort of fall embraces all tbe rest—and now they had him in tbeir toils. He was struggling in a network which a gang of shrewd speculators had woven about him. Tnese highwaymen of California street Were calling upon him to stand and deliver. Nothing short of tbe Bsnk of California could have saved bim. He went over to that little brown building and implored Idr help. He little knew just then thst tbe weapon held by his enemies was forged in that same place, He got no assistance, cursed himself for shorting at the wrong time on such a market, and then begau sacrificing bis oustomers' slock.

Next day he was a dead cock in the pit. The afternoon papers gave detailed acoounts of his failure, and tbe Clique who engineered his rnin had a sumptuous spread at the Poodle Dog that night. The broker of shattered fortune Improved the opportunity of being alone a lew moments that evening by blowing out his brains.

Old Slug was again a pauper. He simply remarked: "Got me again, by Jove!" soaked his watch, and started for the foot hills to find another pooket.

On tbe Stockton boat that afternoon, a man who had been acting quite strangely in tbe Qabin was suddenly observed to spring upon tbe wheel house and shout: "Sixty-five for any part of a thousand!"

All looked up. It was Old Slug, f,' "Sixty-six—seller thirty." There was no response, and, waving his hands alofc, he sprang into the bay.

The boats were promptly lowered, the poor devil picked up, and, a few days afterward, ne was duly Installed Inmate of the lunatic asylum.

He was very quiet for a few weeks but one morning he glanced at tbe clock it was on the stroke of eleven. Mounting a chair he called everybody to order by rapping on a table In front, and then the throng ef madmen and women about him paused and crowded to the front. Old Slug leaned over and shouted: "Ophir!" in a voice which rang out through the building. "Seventy-five for a hundred shares!" yelled a mau springing from .the oorner of the room. "Eighty for any part of a thousand," was echoed back.

The last voice sounded so business like that the motley crowd caught up the cry at onoe, and began to bid uproariously.

None bid stock to sell. AH were anxious to buy. The crazed creatures crowded about Old Slug, and, with glaring eyes and screeching voices, they beat each other's breasts, and bid for tbe stock in lots ranging from ten shares to a hundred thousand.

The women grew wilder every instant. The crowd of some score or more who began tbe deal were soon joined by others, who came eagerly flocking in from all Bides, and melted into tbe excitement.

Frenzied men and decrepit old women clutched each other's rags, and fought for places as they bulled the stock, and it rose spasmodically $20,000 per share in three minutes.

Thus tbe poor devils went down the list, raving oi fortunes lost and won*! The market closed with a deal in the wild cats, which left Phoenix at $800, and Pictou at £650 a share.

After that tbe authorities of the asylum kept Old Slug by himself, that tne excitement might not be repeated. Each day at eleven, however, even when the poor fellow bad no timepiece to go by. be would rise solemnly to his feet, and call the list In regular order. After a few weeks be became quiet, and one day he was missing.

SAUTE SATURDAY JfiViuNINQ MAIL.

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He had escaped. i. A few months later, some miner found a skeleton in an old, deserted tuhnel.

It was tbe same one in which Old Sing bad struck bis last rich pocket. Tbe tunnel had been worked a few feet beyond. Tbe fle«hlesa hand of the skeleton still grasped the pick. Where

tbe ore is rich with gold of divine for* Jrivenees, and where the market of averaging happiness boems without a single break. If Old Sing locates In that district, let us hope that the work of charity he performed when be left a ••ck of gold upon the widow's table, will enaole him to hold his claim tar*

Malwrtal Fever.

Malarial Fevers, constipation, torpidity or

tbe liver and kidneys, general

debility, nervousness and neuralgic allmeats, yield readily to the gmt disease conqueror, Hop Bitters* It repairs the ravages of disease by con vetting the food into rich blood, .and it givee new life and vigor to tne aged and infirm always. See "Provarba" 1a other col* wan.

The Forgotten Sentinel.

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The Island of Rugen, in the Baltic, opposited Stralsnnd, Is a strong natural position strongly fortified. During the campaigbn of 1807 Davonst had oooupied it with a regiment of infantry and some companies of sappers and miners, and one of the infantrymen was Firmin Bonard, a young aoldier posted one night on a little eminence near tbe harbor.

It was midnight when tbe corporal of the guard left him and he expected to be relieved at 2 o'clock, wbicb would leave him three hours sleep before morning. Tbe minutes slowly wore away and tbe two hours scoording to the sentry's calculation, had about expired, when suddenly be heard a sound as of footsteps approaching. "Good! Here comes tbe relief!" ssid Firmin Bonard to himself, then died aloud: "Who troes tbere

There was no reply. "And yet I heard something," muttered the soldier, "and I can take my oath my two hours are up." Almost immediately thereafter there was another rustle In tbe bushes, then a bark, and the poodle Capncin, tbe Dog of the Regiment, and a warm personal friend of the young sentry, bound­

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On bearing the dog bsrk tbe sentinel at first fancied that something was wrong, and oooking his musket be cast a searching glance into the obsourity, holding his breath to listen. Bnt there was neither sound or sight of a foe, and Oapucin, clambering up tbe rocks, came bounding to Bonara's feet. "Ob, that's you, old fellow, is it?" ssid tbe soldier. "You found it dull, did you Well. Capncin, it is not particularly lively here. It 1s a pity you didn't think to invite the corporal to accompany you, for the night is decidedly cool, and I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. The corporal's watch is always slow, and will be till he takes Ijt to the blacksmith for repairs."

In response to these words, to which he had patiently listened, Capucin began to bark and gambol furiously round his friend. "Ob, you think that if I am chilled and sleepy I had belter warm my blood and wake myself -up with a dance, eh But, Capucin, you have ho ma9ket to carry, or you wouldn't frisk so."

Still Capucin continued to bark and to ran, now to tbe right, now to the left, as if possessed, till finally losing all patience he came up to the soldier, seized him by the overcoat and tugged so heartily at It that he tore away a fragment of the cloth.

Bonard was not in the best of humor originally, now bis anger was lnoreased ana transferred from the absent corporal to the present Capucin, .and he saluted tbe animal with a lusty kiok.

The dog was visibly grieved to be so maltreated and misunderstood and retired to some little distance, then alowly returned, looked reproaohfnlly at the soldier and licked bis bands. "Go! Be off with ydul" said Bonard, steeling his heart and threatening him with tbe but end of his pieoe.

Capncin, seeing that he could not prevail with him, at last retired, often looking back and barking invitingly.

But tbe sentry stood resolutely at his post and Capuciin just reached tbe beach in time to embark with the corporal In tbe last boat, for Napoleon had formed anew strategetio combination and was retiring Inland and had sent Davost orders to join him instantly, evaeuating Rugeu on an hour's notice. In the bustle the corporal—every one but Oapucin —had forgotten about Bonard.

Firmin Bonard, pacing his beat with his musket under his arm,heard 3 o'clook strike in tbe distant belfry of the old church of Rugen, then 4, then 5. The swallows began to twitter and the sun came up.

Losing all patience, and In desperate defiance of military law, which enjoined him to remain on post till he wss duly relieved, be descended from the heights and sought the guard house. "If anybody is going to be shot," he growled, "it onght to be the corporal, for the idea of leaving a man on guard for six hours is absurd."

So saying he entered the guard house and found it deserted. "The devil I" he exclaimed, and was sorely puzzled, but sfter a few moments' reflection came to the conclusion thst the regiment bad moved to some other part of the Island. Throwing his gun over his shonlder, he set off across the island and preaently came to a peasant who was plowing in a field. "My good man," Slid the soldier, "csn you tell me whioh way the French troops have gone "By water," answered the peasant, surpised at seeing the solitary soldier "I don't know where they have gone, but at this morning they sailed with tbe greatest baste, and in the oompletest 8il6DC6 "Gone!" said the sentry "and they have abandoned me! I shall be set down ss a deserter. Damn that corporal—be not only left me on watoh six hours, but he has ruined my reputation —dishonored me. Now I understand poorCapucin's visit be oame to warn me that they were going, and I, dnll fool that I was, could not understand him. Good dog, and I kloked him—the first time one of our men ever struck him. Oh Capucin, Capucin, why didn't you think of tearing tbe corporal's cost, too ,And the sentinel burst into tears of regre| and despair.^

As the fafm of Peter Baxefi, the ant with whom Firmin Bonard bad fallen in, was one of the largest on the islsnd, tbe soldier retarned to his old calling, did not lack for opportunities to show his skill and Industry, and speedily oonvinoed the rich peasant of hia value.

Firmin became the husband of tbe eld man'a only child, the rich, pretty and amiable Amelia.

Four yeara passed away—four years of toil and love, firmin Banard thought often of France, but came to forcet his

France, but came to forget his 1 desertion. The prattling of children, the embraoss of bis

technical his two wife, were a present that answered for the future small wonder that be forgot tbe past. 8o matters went on

Firmin Bonard saw the dog and fancied that he reoognized in him old Capucin, and tola eyes filled with tears.

Still the bargee approaohed Capucin —it waa Capucin, Indeed—evidently recognized the laland, looked round eagerly, espied the sentry, then standing on hia nind legs, gave one rapturous howl, and, plunging into the sea, swam with all his might shoreward.

An instant later and tbe boats were witbln hailing distsnoe. "Who goes there?" shouted Firmin Bonsrd in a voice of thunder. "Who goes tbere yourself?" snswered one of Dsvoust's staff from the leading boat "who are you, any how?" "Firmin Bonard, private of the 68th of the line, on guara." ''On guard? How long have you been on guard?" "Since 12 o'clock on the night of May 16, 1807."

At this reply every one burst out laughing. The first boat's prow had not yet quite touched the strand when Capucin had scrambled up the steep rock and with a tremendous bound cast himself, barking furiously, into tbe arms of bis old friend. Bsrks, gambolling somersaults, licking of hands, face, feet —all Imaginable demonstrations of canine joy. "Go on, old fellow," sobbed the soldier, with tears rolling down his cheeks "tear my coat and muddy it as much as

thing. I remember when I struck vou for showing me all your affection and in­

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When he had recovered somewhat from his emotion, Firmin Bonard, followed by the faithful dog, went down to the beach to greet his comrades and tell his story. Luckily the corporal, now an officer on Dsvoust's staff, was there, and oould corroborate it. Tbe regiment feasted him royally, and he in return invited every one of them to tbe farm, where he and his wife did the honors oordislly.

It was not long ere the news reached Marshal Dsvoust's ears. He laughed heartily at Firmin Bonard's stratagem, and having satisfied himself thst the soldier's sntecedents were irreproacbable, ordered his discharge to be made out in due form. "Far be it from me," said the marshal, "after he has been on watch for five years without being relieved to send tbis gallant fellow before a court-mar-tial.'7

How Wonca Wonld Vote I Were tbe question admitted to tbe ballot, and women were allowed to vote, every woman In tbe land who has used Dr. Pierce's Fsvorite Prescription would vote it to be an unfailing remedy for tbe diseases peculiar to her sex. Dr. Pierce has received hundreds of grsteful testimonials of its curative power.

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CITY,

IOWA, March 4th, 1878.

Dr. R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.: Dear Sir—For many months I was a great sufferer. Physiolans oould afford me no relief. In my deapair I commenced the use of your Favorite Prescription. It speedily effected my entire and permanent cure.

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Yours thankfully, MRS. PAUL R. BAXTER.

aart? sm We Challenge tiae Wsrld. When we say we believe, we have evidence to prove that Shiloh's Consumption Cure is decidedly the best Lung Medicine made, inasmuch ss it will cure a common or chronic Cough in one half the time, and relieve Asthma, Bronohitis, Whooping Cough, Croup, and show more esses of Consumption cured than all others. It will enre where they fsil, it is pleasant to take, harmless to the youngest child and we guarantee what we say. Price 10 cents, 50 cents and $1.00. If your Lungs are sore, Chest or Bsck lame, use Shiloh's Porous Plaster. Sold by Guliok & Berry.

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tbe signal waa made that ssvsrml vessels were In sight then as tbev drew nearer the word went round tbe aland:

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"It la tbe French They are going to «r»!" The words oame to Firmin Bonard's ears like alarm guna, aad he felt that be waa a lost man. A madden thought came to bim, however, and reassured bim somewhat dashing to hla dwelling, he pat on his old uniform and ahako and IM to tbe spot where live yean before be bad been so strangely abandoned.

Soon bargee filled with soldiers were aeen to put off from the ships that rounded to and drooped anchor. In the bow of one was a big white poodle that barked joyously on seeing tbe solid groond onoe more.

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That in this town there are scores passing, our store every day whose lives are made miserable by indigestion, Dyspepsia, Sour and distressed Stomach, Liver Complaint, Constipation, when for 75 cents, we will sell tnem Shiloh's Vitalizer, guaranteed to oure them. Sold by Gulick A Berry

The most popular and fragrant perfume of the day, "HACKM.ETACK." Try It. Sold by Guliok A Berry.

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Yigo Wooleit Mills

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Wool Growers.

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have a full Una of goods expressly made for FARMERa, which I will exchange for wool at the highest market price, or for cash.

Will also receive wool on 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 elchange their wool for goods.

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u- R-JEFFERS-

Cor. Tenth andMain sta.. Terre Haute, Ind.

TCE! NOTICE! ICE!*"'^! THE EUGENE ICE ""CO.

Would most respectfully inform tbe citizens of Terre Haute that they have on band an immense quantity of PURE

NORTHERN LAKE ICE,t|

Which they are prepared to furnish (wli&fcaaleor retail at the very lowest figures, and feeling thankful to all of their old customers for past favors, most kindly request a continuance of their patronage, and feel confident or giving satisfaction to all new ones who may favor ns with their orders.

Offloe, 619 Main street, first door west of Rippetoe*s grocery.

AS. LUCK, Supt.

N. B.—All orders will receive prompt attention. Si 3m

T. TILMTROf, Attorney. Office, Ohio street.-

TATE OF INDIANA, COUNTY

of Vigo. In the Vigo Circuit Court. Mo. 11306. Fanny Stewart vs. Griffin Stewart-in dlvoree.

Be it known, that on the 16th day of one, 187*, it was ordered by tbis Court that the Clerk notify by publication s»k! Grtflln IMewsrt, as non-resident defendant, ef the pendancy of tbis action against him.

Said defendant is therefore hereby notified by the pendency of said sctlon agai*rt him, and that tbe same at the September term of said Court In tbe

Kb®.

JOHN K. DUBKAN, Clerk.

ttTlLI/yrSOX, Plaintiff'satt.

EGBERT

CURTIS,

Terre Hante, Ind.,

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Htock and En for sale. Aaeat for ASmal Meal for Fowls aad w&SandOeniMtt *o«p Pills.

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Is an infallible remedy for all diseases arising from an in inactive liver. It contains no calomel er mineral of any kind. Its main ingiedient is the concentrated medical principle of the TARAICUM or DANBKLION. TARAXINE never fails to ccre the following diseases (every bottle warranted): a,

CHROXttf AGCE. ..

It Beats the Doctors—Ague Perm a aentljr Cured. CARMEU Ind., October 1, 1878.

MB. A. KiBrsu—During the fall of last year I taok the ague so prevalent in this country. I at once put mytclf under the

cuity:

ing tbe ague, but it returned again and again, and I became so discouraged as almost to lose all hope of a permanent cure. Having paid not less than 975 for doctor's bill nna medicines, it looked hopeless, but at the suggestion of Mr. N. G. Hauoid I tried yoorTaraxineand two bottles did the work so oompletely that I have had no chills since, and I am In perfect health.

W. JEFFRIE.

CONSTIPATION.

Read the following: from the Rev, B, Kent, prosiIscBt Pre*byte. rl«n Minister of Shelby

County, Indiana.

About four months ago I need two bottles of Taraxine for habitual constipation, with which 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 and 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 still continues. I might say I have thoroughly tested several popularstomach bitters, and can confidently say I regard the Taraxine lav su perior to anything I have used.

RBV. ELIPHALETKENT,

Juae 10th, 20,1874. Shelbyville. Ind.

DYSPEPSIA & INDIGESTION.

Read What the Rev. W. W. Walden Snys: BEDFORD, Livingston co., Mo..)

June 26, 1875.

A. KIEFSR: Dear Sir—I look upon patent medicines as nostrums sent abroad merely for the purpose ol making money as a general thing. I have been a subject to dyspepsia or Indigestion, and liver complaint for years, and for five months the past winter was notable to get out or attend to any business whatever. I tried several remedies, but with little benefit. Finally I concluded to test the virtue or your Taraxine. and feel proud to say have received great benefit, and believe It to be the best remedy of the kind in use: and can. without hesltatlon, recommend it to all like sufferers.

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ine, which also found mend it to of the liver

W. W. WAI*DBX.

Liver Complaint. Sick Headache

How It Effects Derangement of the

Whole Ijiiem. HOMER, 111., June 1,1871.

MR. A." 'KIEFSR—Dear -ilr: I have been afflicted for the last four years with derangement of the liver, causing dyspepsia, headache, nausea, and general derangement of the whole system. I have tried a great many preparations, but found no relief until I tried one bottle of your Taraxcured me. I [ue. I comerangement

has permanently curet it to be good for ague, all who suffer with derao

Very truly yoars, REV, THOHAS WHIT LOCK.

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