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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, AUG. 0, 1879

TWO EDITIONS 'w-

Of this Paper are published. The FIRST EDITION, on Friday Evening, has a large circulation In the surrounding tews*, where it Is sold by newsboy* and agents. %eBtcg^D.EDltieN, on Saturday Evening, goes into the bands of nearly every reading person iu the city,and the farmer* of this immediate vicinity. Every Week's Issue is, in lacfc,

TWO XEVV8PAPERS,

In which all Advertisements appear for 'THE PRICE OF ONE ISSUE.

SUPERSTITION.

HOW IT HAS INFLUENCED DISTINGUISHED THEATRICAL PEOPLE.

ANECDOTES SHOWING REMARK ABLE VERIFICATIONS OF SIGNS AND PRESENTIMENTS.

Remmisccnccs of the Elder Booth, Outtavus Brooke, N. B. Clarke, Ed-, mund Kean, Macready, Ooofec. and Lucille Western,

New York Dispatch,

The old saying that "superstition is the natural outgrowth of ignorance," is scarcely true In view of the fact that in the present age the most intellectual have their belief in omens, predictions and portents. The howl of a dog, a peculiar shape to a cloud seen over the left shoulder, to dream of a dancing batcher knife, to stumble in going up stairs, to begin a task on Friday, are by uo means the most foolish of the superstitions which have fastened themselves upon the minds of people of all ranks and calling.

There is not a little of this inclination to superstition among the people of the theatrical profession. They, too, have their signs and portents of coming good or ill, sickness or health.

THE THIRTEEN GLASS GLOBES. 5 There is one of our most famous metropolitan managers who is singularly given to these weird fancies—so much so, in fact, that at one time not many months since a few of his more intimate friends entertained grave doubts as to his sanity or fitness to longer bear the strain of his professional work. He is not only a manager, but a

playwright, and has been and is a man of tireless energy in

pushing his schemes

to their final issue. But in whatever be does, in whatever he undertakes, he is a close observer of the portents and omens which may precede or arise during the progress of his task.

Upon one occasion, on the eve of the production of a new play, in the r»re-

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aration of which he had labored hard, was standing in front of the theater conversing with his business manager, and at the same time directing the arrangement of a series of glass globes whish were to be placed in position. As the last one was fixed by the workman over its burner he uttered a cry of terror, and throwing up his hands, exclaimed "I'm lost—the play is a failure—dolt that I am!" "What is the matter?" asked his astonished business manager. "Matter! Look there—see—there are thirteen globes—thirteen lights. It means death or failure—failure!" and he rushed into the theater as if pursued by some horrible phantom.

The play, however, despite the fatality of thirteen lights, was not a failure, although it had by no maana the long run he anticipated for it nor was there any death among the company, or his family.

THE HUNCHBACK.

At another time, as he came out of his private office, he saw entering the gateway leading to the orchestra seats a little deformed man, with a hump on his back large enough to have satisfied even Barry Sullivan in bis "make up" of Richard III. No sooner did the manager's eye rest upon this being than he pushed bis way through the crowd, ana confronting him, extended his hand. The hump-backed stranger thinking the hana was extended for gime other purpose than salutation, dodged back ontside the gate. The manager followed him into the vestibule "I beg your pardon, sir," said the manager, placing his hand upon the shoulder of the little well-dressed Qoaaimoda, "bat I have mistaken you lor a friend of mine. I—" "All -right, sir," said the dwarf, relieved of his tears as to the hostile lnten tion of bis interlocutor "but yoa will oblige me by removing your hand from my shoulder."

The manager went off smiling, and looking as happy as if he had struck a bonanza. "To see a cripple or deformed person— •specially a hump-back—enter your house or place of business and not speak with him, WiflSiTce Binds or touch him before he eroases the threshold, is a sore sign qf misfortune to the ov£per or occupant." So runs the "Book 61 Signs and Portents and by this the anxiety of the manager, to come in contact with his bumped backed patron, may be readily appreciated.

THE corny IN THE FLATS. "All through his theatrical career," said bis business manager, "he has more or less given heed to these old womanish fancies. For instance, in the last season I was with him the scenic artists left in the Interlacing of the foliage of a 'wood fiat,' an open sky space that was almost perfect in its outline, of a coffin. My omen banting manager saw it, and shuddered. He came and told me, and added, 'This is my last sefsop.beje—that is not the only warning I have had. On the opening night of the season, contrary to my orders, the doorkeeper permitted woman to pass into the theater first. The stnpid boys turned on three lights in my private office—everything is against me—everything.* And the last season was not by any means a success." THE BUKR BOOTH AND THE HORSESHOE.

In one of his engagements the elder Booth played in Baltimore after bis first arrival in this country, at what was then known as the "Old Mud Theater" —one of these "omens" made itself apparent to the "old man."

He was announoed as Richard til. In those days there were no coupon seats card was simply placed upon the seats sold upon which was printed the word "Taken." The box seats were all "Taken"—snd upstairs everything was "sold." At seven o'clock the great Richard was entering Into the theatre. Over the doorway of the dark, narrow entrance leading to the Mage was nailed an old horseshoe. An Booth passed in the horseshoe tell to the floor directly behind him. That night be was re­

markably tame in hla acting. Aoloud seemed to deaden bis spirits. He ly did more than speak bia lines. After the third sot one of the company, Mr. Colbert, said "Are you ill, Mr. Booth f" "111—no—I never felt better in my life—personally—but—" "But what "I have a childish superstition about little things, sometimes. When I came in a horseshoe fell behind me from its fastening above the stage door. Some thing frightful will happen to some one now Iu the theatre before morning."

Colbert smiled, and said "Suppose, Mr. Booth, it had fallen before you "Then, if omens argue anything, it would have argued good luck to me wish I bad picked up that shoe."

Daring the last act the omen of the falling horseshoe had a verification. A man in the third tier, leaning over the rail, lost his balance and fell to the pit below, striking upon one of the ocoupants of the uenches. When be was taken up he was found to be dead—bis neck was broken. The man upon whom he fell before striking the was so seriously Injured that that for many weeks his lite was despaired of. The most singular part of the occurrence was that the victim of this accident was a blacksmith—belonging at Ellioote'a Mills—and in hi* pocket was found a worn horseshoe, exactly in make and general mark of workmanship the counterpart of that which bad been nailed for "good luck" above the stage door of the Mud theatre. "You see," said Mr. Booth, sadly, "omens are not always foolish. I had a strange presentiment—it is realized by death."

THE WEIRD DREAM OF A PLAY. Gustavus Brooke, the day before be left London to embark in the ill fated steamer upon which be wa9 to have sailed to Australia, met his friend Oreeves at a favorite resort in the Strand. "So you are really off to-morrow but not for long, I imagine "Yes," said the tragedian, in au un usually grave tone "yes, I am afraid may never return." "Nonsense. What makes you have such a gloomy idea as that "I'll tell you, Greeves. I had strange dream last night. It was this: I dreamed that some fellow—an author —came to me with the manuscript of a play, and wanted to sell it to me. I saw in great letters npon the- cover of the first act the title. It was 'The Wreck.' I turned over a few pages and came to a sketch in ink of the closing tableau, intended to illustrate the way in which the stage should be set. Standing upon the deck of a sinking ship was a man clinging to the rigging. The despairing face of that man was a perfect reproduction of my own features. The sight of that agonized face, so perfect a picture of myself frightened me out of my sleep. Greeves, I tell you that dream means something serious." "Pshaw!" said Greeves. "It means too late hours and too late dinners."

Brooke went his way and mbt the verification of the vision of his slumber.''1 N. B. CLARKE'S THREE LIGHTS. "I am going, my Jboy," said N. B. Clarke to a brother professional, who entered the dying man's apartment just as the physician departed. "I am go ing." "Nonsense!" was the reply. "You're good for many years yet." "Ami? You think so, do you Last night my wife had three lights burning in this room—three lights," be repeated faintly and that means—death."

A few hours after that surely enough death rang down bis life curtain upon the last act of all.

EDMUND KHAN'S DR.EA*M.

Edmund Kean once wrote from London to a friend in Dublin "I am glad you do not believe in such omens. For my part I scarcely know whether I should or not, were I the victim of such nightmares. I never had but one such dream, and that was on the night poor B. died. It seemed not unnatural that be should come to me in my sleep attired in bis grave clothes, the more readily when you know that I had been thinking of hie deplorable condition an hour before I slept. I had fallen asleep at eleven of the clock on my mantel shelf—and I awoke half an hour after. In that brief space I had a dream, and in that hour almost to the moment, B., as I next day, died. Was that his spirit this shrouded form—or my imagina tion 7 I leave you to solve the ques tion."

IMACRBADT AND THE TOAD. To Macready the sight of a toad in ibis dreams gave him more nervous anxiety for hours after than Could the "sabstance of ten thousand men armed proof and led by shallow Richmond." One day at a Drury Lane rehearsal, Mr. Ryder said to the great raged tan: "Mr. Macready, I had a queer dream last night—very queer—I saw sitting oh a huge rock a—" "Great God!—ah—a—a toad!" exclaimed Macready paling at the very thought of it. "Toad—no a pair of gigantic bullfrogs doing the fencing scene in 'Ham-

The great interpreter of Lear turned away in disgust at this overtopping of his toad omen.

David Garrick regarded the appear anoe of a sword or kniveetn a dream as an omen of impending danger. 'V COOKE'S DREAM.

A week or two before h'is death, George Frederick Cooke had a "distempered vision" of a scene in Richard III. -the scene in which the ooffin of the dead king is brought on. As thought as be in the dream uttered the linee, "Stay, you that bear the corse," etc., that there suddenly appeared npon the black velvet pall, in white letters, his own name, it is possible, however, that Cooke's vision may have been the result of an over feasting and a superfluity of "great draagbta of Rhenish or other equally potent spirit at the old shades, in Thames streot. which, in his time, was the resort of all "pood fellows and true" of the town. or Cooke. He lies quiet enough now in the old churchyard on Yeeey street Mid Broad-

LCCILLE WESTERN'S DREAM OP HER SISTER'S DEATH. Lucille Western had something oi faith in the weird signs and forerunners that come when least expected "from out of the vague and boundless Dreamland." She once informed an intimate friend that (die knew a month before the sad event occurred that her sister Beleo, then playing in Philadelphia, was soon to din, or meet with some fearful accident. "I saw the whole scene of her death— the room, the persons st the bedside, the walls, the position

tbe very color of tbe windows and her face as she lifted up ber hand for tbe last time—I saw it ait. and I shall never forget that dream and its fearful realisation, as long as I live."

If yoa ever stumble tbe first time you enter tbe theater in which you are jaged, you can make up your mind either your stay will be abort or you'll

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have trouble," said a veteran comedian, the other evening. "You may laugh as much as you like at it, but it's so and a trip on the carpet while you're on the stage means—well It means more than a fall or a bruised knee in trying to yourself: You remember Amy itt? She stumbled on her first

save Fawoe entrance the first night abe played at the Filth Avenue ana in three monthsshe died almost friendless and forsaken. Call these things-theae trivial happenlugs, accident, or what you like, they have a meaning to those who have the gift of reading the language of omens and forerunners!"

Perhaps the old cqmediau Is half right after all. Who can tell

INCIDENT IN THE LIFE OF BOOTH. New York Times. The play was "Richard III.," and at an early nour the theatre was crowded almost to suffocation. It was almost time for the curtain to rise, and Booth was not in the house. Messengers were sent in all dlreo-! tions, but still be was nowberet to be found. ThB minute-hand went round the dial of the green-room clock with what seemed to the anxious watchers to be extraordinary rapidity the manager was In despair but still Booth did not come. At last it was time to ring up the curtain, and just as the stage manager wan about to go before the audience and announce thbt an unforeseen accident, am. all that sort of thing, would make it neoessary to postpone the performance, the back door keeper crlea out, "Here'* Mr. Booth." "Where, where?" asked a dozen voices at once. '. "Here, at the door," was the reply and in a moment the attention of every body on the stage was directed to the back entrance.

It was true, the great actor was there but in anything but a proper condition to play Richard III. In fact, he was so drunk—"unwell," Mr. Gilbert charita bly calls it—that he was not able to stand on his feet. Still the manager seized upon him with glad hands,—the elder Booth drunk was worth a score of other actors sober,—and he was hastily taken to his dressing room. There every toing possible was done to revive him His head was bathed with eau de Cologne, and was rubbed with bay rum and was at last so much recovered that it was possible to slip him into the clothes of the hunchback Richard Then the curtain was rung up. Booth was pushed on the stage. The magnet ism of the great crowd revived him, as was nearly always the case when he was "unwell." With a great effort he collected his thought, saw, from the clothes that he baa on, that he was to play Richard, and went on with his part, All went well during the first scenes, and the manager and the leading mem bers of the company were just congratu lating themselves upon what they be lieved to be the happy outoome of what might have been a serious difficulty, when suddenly Booth gave signs of again collapsing. There was no help for it, however they must goon with the play.

Johu Gilbert, who was playing the sick King Edward, made nis entrance with the Queen, Dorset, Rivers, Has1tings, and the rest, and, as usual, was conducted to a couch in the middle of the stage. Then, after a few speeches by the King and other characters, it was time for Richard's entrance. As Buck ingbam spoke the line, "And in good time, here comes the noble Duke," Booth was pushed on the stage, but for once his wit railed bim. He could not keep upon bis feet, and, instead of making th9 speech beginning, "Good morrow to my sovereign King and Queen," be staggered over to where Gilbert, as the King, was reclining, looked at him for a moment, and, winking one eye sood-humoredly, said, in a tone audi ble to most of the audience, "Get up, John, and let me lie down."' Of cours9 the scene closed amid great confusion and shouts of laughter, and the play, so far as Mr. Booth was concerned, was at an end.

Si THE PRICE OF CORN.*/? •. Hawkeye. The following artiole conveys a sound moral in a merry way, and after being laughed at may well be soberly pondered by farmers and others who are slow to see that the laws of trade "work both ways." "No," the honest farmer remarked in tones of the deepest dejection, "the bit crops don't do us a bit of good. Wharf the use? Corn only 30 cents. Every body and everything's desd set agin tn farmer. Only 30 cents for corn I Why, it won't pay our taxes, let alone buy us clothes. It won't buy us enough salt to put up a barrel of pork. Corn only 80 oente! By jockp, it's a llvib', oold blooded swindle on the farmer^that' what it is. It ain'c worth raisin! cor for such a price as that.,. It's, a mean, low robbery."

Within tbe next ten days that ma bad sold so mueb more of his corn th* be had intended (bat be found he had buy corn to feed, through the win with. The price nearly knocked down. "What!" he yelled,

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Land alive—30 cents! What are yoa givin' us? Why, I don't want to DU your larm, I only wgritf some corn! 3 cents for corn! Why, I believe there's nobody left In this, world bat a set of grsspin', blood suckin' old misers. Why, gooa land, you don't want to be able to buy a national bank with one corn crop! Thirty cents for corn! Well, I'll let my carriage horses run on corn stalks sll winter before I'll pay suoh an unheard of outrageous price foa corn as that. Why, tbe country's flooded with corn, and 80 cents a bushel is a blamed robbery and I don't see bow any man, looking at tbe crop we've had, can hare tbe face to ,ask such a price I"

WHERE THE LAUGH COMES IN. Tbe best lawyers always tell the best stories, and with none tbe leas zest when at their own expense. Not long ago Counselor C. was before aSttrromte in a case where the question Involved was to tbe mental condition of the testatrix. Tbe witness under examination, herself an aged lady, had testified to finding Mrs, Seaman failing, childish, and that when she told something she looked as though she didn't understand.

Counsellor C., cross examining, tried to get her to describe this look, oat she didn't succeed very well in doing it. At last, getting a little Impatient, he asked, "Well, how did she look Did she look st yon ss I am looking at yon now, for instance

The witness, very demurely, replied: "Well, yes kind of vacant likeV*

HEAR a whisper," said tbe minister. He wa* soaring a little In his sermon, imagining an angel to be hovering near and speaking. The deaeon was just drowsy enough to be startled by tbe remark, and to reply, hastily: "I guess it's tbe boys in the gallery."

A QUEER 8TOBY.

DIDN'T MIND KILLING THJ&PARENTS, BUT THE KID BOTHEWKD HIM. Madison Star.

Our friend Charlie Bunnell was then running messenger on tbe J., M.jfcL, and be tells as tbe story. Bluff old Jack Mills, rough but kind hearted, was the engineer. About a mile and a half this side of Columbus there la a fine stretch of road, and Jack had "pulled her wide open" to make up lost time, and tbe old engine and train were rocking along at the rate of about thirty mue» an hour. A country road runs parallel with the track here some distance and finally crosses It. But a short distance from the crossing on tbe day we refer to, there was suddenly discovered a man evidently half drank, In a two horse country wagon, and In it was bis wife with htm. The man was standing byjdriving like mad, but tbe train was so close upon bim that no one dreamed of his attempting to cross, but making' a 'sudden turn to tbe leit, he endeavored to cross tbe railroad track. By the time'the wagon was fairly on tbe traok the locomotive struck it. mashed the wagon to splinters, killed the horses and mangled to death tbe man and woman. The train ran some distance before it oould be stopped, and when it was finally checked Bunnell went forward ana found the engineer, Jack Mills, swearing like a trooper his engine all "mussed," and he was damning the drunken fool in the wagon for bis criminal carelessness which brought on the accident. Jack was hot. As he turned to get on bis engine to reverse her and return to the scene of the accident, his eye caught sight of a tiny pair of baby shoes, which had been among other purchases of tbe man in tbe wagon, and knocked out. They had fallen on the boiler of the locomotive, and there they rested as gently as a dove sitting in a cannon's mouth. A flood of recollections of the little ones at home watching and waiting for their parents, who would never come, thoughts, it may be, of little feet at home, were too much for tbe true and tender heart of the rough and hardy engineer, and he leaned on Charlie Bunnell's shoulder and sobbed aloud. "Just look at them little shoes, Charlie," he said between his tears. "I—I—didn't mind so much ruunin' over that d—d drunken fool who tried to cross ahead of us when he couldn't, but tbe little one, Charlie, the little kid that's waitin'for 'em, that's too rough!"

"L UCKY BALD WIN'S" FARM. A San Francisco letter says: E. J. Baldwin, everywhere known as Lucky Baldwin, worked on his father's ftrm when young, in Indiana. After twentyfive years of trial at various pursuits, he drifted into the bonanza district, Nevada and in a few years, by well judged ventures la mining stocks, realizsd some millions. He became publicly known by building "The Baldwin," now so favorably known as a.popular house, on Market street, San Francisco, 275 by 210 feet. Include-! in the structure is Baldwin's Theater. The whole, including furniture, cost |3,000,000. Traveling through Los Angeles county, he fancied and bought a Spanish grant of 60,000 acres of bountifully watered garden land, and laid it out in princely style. Of this, 13,000 acres are moist bottom land, needing no irrigation. Outside of this he has artificially irrigated most of the property by means of six miles of eight-inch pipe, and beautiful lakes are formed here and there with rustic bridges and other adornments. Some fifty rustia cottages are tbe homes of his army of working people. All sorts of farm buildings are tastefully arranged, and flowing artesian springs o1 purest water abound. Tbe orohard has 1,200 acres, with 18,000 orange and lemon trees, 2,000 almonds, 500 Italian chestnuts, 80 acres of English walnuts, 500 acres of choice grapes, innumerable apples, pears, plums, peaches and figs. He has 80,000 eucalyptus trees of twenty seven varieties, and 3,000 of tbe graceful pepper trees, our most ornate evergreen and drooping variety, bearing a profusion of pepper looking spice berries. Abroad revenue is laid out, three miles Ions by 120 feet wide, lined on eaoh side with eucalyptus trees. In tbe center is a row of pepper trees, making a grateful shade in that sunny clime, aad tbe air is cooled by innumerable fountains. Soon a mansion in keeping with the surroundings will be erected on a rising knoll overlooking this fairyland, and some hundred tenantry, with gatdens and cultivated fields, will enrich the landscape and make this charmed spot a paradise, where tbe proprietor can pass bis declining years in peaceful contemplation of the romance of his creation.

WHAT SCARES A WOMAN. From Puck. Notice a woman when she receives telegram. How it does scare her! She trembles like a dish of jelly, ai*d imagines all sorts of things. Her }uibsnd has fallen down the hatchway at, his warehouse. Her Johnny has gone out sailing and is drowned. Her sister Maria has been scalded to death. Nothing short of a fatal accident quite fills the bill of 'b^r Imagination. When she finally summons courage to tear open the envelope, she finds a message from her busoaud warning ber that ne will bring a customer home to dinner, and she Immediately calls tbe children together and instructs them not to aak twioe for raspberries, as there's just enough to go around, and give the visitor a few extra.

BY WAY OF ILLUSTRATION. Wilmington (N. C.)tHerald. "The poor white" is poor—very poor, The small farmers of the North cannot compare with these in absolute destitu tion of money. "Doctor," said one of thorn, who had slowly reoovered consciousness after being terribly injured by an exploding grindstone "doctor, I reckon I'm pretty badly bruk up, ain't I?"

Yes, my man you are hurt just about bsdly, to stand a chance of recovery, ss any man I ever saw." "That's so—that's so. Wa'al, doctor, do you know that ax poor ez I am, and es much es I need money, I wouldn't a bed this happen fer—fer $23."

LOCOMOTIVE LONGEVITY. Scientific Americas. The iron horse does not last much longer than the horse of flesh and bones. The ordinary life of a locomotive is thirty years. 8ome ef the smaller parts require renewal every six months the boiler tabes last five years and tbe crank axles six years tires, boilers and fire boxes from six to seven years the side frames, axles snd other parts, thirty years. An important! advantage Is that a broken p*rt can be repaired, and does not condemn the whole locomotive to

amount to a very small sum in this country, where horse-flesh does not find its way to the batcher's shambles.

A TALE OF TWO CITIES.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE WAY TREY TREAT VISITORS IN J»SrON AND CHICAGO*

"Many years sgo" to yoUng men, John and Jamesi Boston boys both, were fellow clerks on Kirby street. John went to Chicago in its muddy days, prospered, married, raised a family, and, ere bis hair was grey, became a well-to-do, substantial citizen, open-banded and openbearted.

James remained at home. He, too. married, raised a family, and me one of tbe "solid men of Boston."

Now, it fell out, that when John's eldest son—they celled him Jack—was twenty-one, he visited Boston, bearing a letter to his father's old friend, whom he found in a dingy Pearl street counting room, deep in the Advertiser. Jack

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resented tbe letter and atood hat In while the old gentleman read it

"So you'r John's son?" he said. "You don't look a bit like your father." Then there was a pause, Jack still standing. "What brought you to Boston be sskodi "Well, sir, said Jack, "father thought I'd better see bis old home and get a taste of salt air." "Going to be here over Sunday 1"m$ "Yes sir."

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"My pew is No.—, at Trinity. Hope to see you there. Glad to have met you." And there the interview ended.

Now, it obanced that not long after, James' son, roaving through the West, reached Chicago. He remembered bis father's friend by name, and hunted bim up in his office. "Well, my son," said a pleasant voice, before be bad closed the door. "My name j§_James sir, and I thought—" "What! Yon don't mean to say that—.

course you are. I might

have known it. Where's your baggage?" "At the hotel, sir." "At tbe hotel? Well, go and get it, and take it right up to tbe house," answered the genial old gentleman, closing his desk with a vigorous slam. "We'll go right up now. There's plenty of time for a drive this afternoon. This evening you can go to the theater with my girls, and to-morrow you and I will take a run on the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy, and have a look at the country. Then I want to take yoa out to the stock-yards, and have a trip on the lake, and—" "But, sir," broke in tbe overwhelmed young man, "I must go home to- morrow." "Tut, tut, my boy, don't- talk that way. You can't begin to see tbe city under a week, and you're going to stay that long, anyhow."

And be did. In fact, he's there now.

A FLIRT JUSTLY PUNISHED. Forney's Progress describes an Interesting scene in a theater. The flirt for once met her match: Seated in the orchestra a certain lady and gentleman tbe former much enamored of the latter, in fact desirous of winning bim. The lady, however, his flirting tendencies, and indulges them with a handsome person in the circle. Tbe escort is not unobservant of this little by play, and finally asks smilingly: "Do you know that gentleman with whom you are flirting?" An embarrassed negative is the reply. "Then excuse me a moment." The escort immediately crosses the theater and puts a similar question to tbe other conspirator. "Sir, are you acquainted with tbe lady at whom you have been smiling this last half hour?" "No." "Would you like to be?" pleasantly. Very much surprised, "Certainly." "Then come with me." A moment later the escort introduced the not altogether comfortable pair. Then the mild expression leaves tbe insulted gentleman's face, and be says sternly "Now. sir, you may accompany this lady borne." With a bow he takes his leave, and the woman who never bears bis voice again.

THE POCASSBT MURDER. v-Boston Dispatch. Freeman, the Pocasset Adventist murderer, now in jail at Barnstable, is still In the same frame of mind as he has been since the death of his daughter. He refuses to take any legal advice for his ooming trial. Should the State furnish bim counsel, be says he will not have any points of the tragedy smooth* ed down in order to make a good defense Should counsel be furnished and attempt such a policy oontrary to Freeman's idea of the exact facts, Freeman says be will interrupt him on tbe spot, and have tbe statement made right. Mrs. Freeman continues in a lamentable condition. A few days after her arrest she seemed to see tbe enormity of h6r deed and to feel the force of her bereavement bat latterly she has fallen under tbe old delusion. She now thinks her husband did perfectly right, and defends bis entire course. Both oi tbem are perfectly contented in their confinement, and talk rationally upon every subject except the murder. .b THE ORE AT PYRAMID OF EO YPI

An English architect, Mr. Ute, has been "^figuring up" tbe oost of tbe grest pyramid near (sizet. Its original dimensions at tbe base were 761 square feet, and it has a perpendicular height of 480 feet, covering four acres, one rood snd twenty-two perches of ground. It consumed 79,028,000 cubic feet of stone and Mr. Tlte adds that it could not now be built for less than £30,000,000 sterling. The joints of the large cssing blocks of granite were so fine as to be scarcely perceptible, not thicker than paper, and

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mortar was so adhessive that tbe stones, in some eases, broke through their substance nther than give, wsy st their jointing. The cost, therefore, of of this structure, reduced to federal currency, was 1145,200,000, sum large enough to build and put in running order six good, substantial railroads between New York on the Atlantic and San Frandlsoo on the Pacific.

Eransvllle, Terre Haute and Chicago E'y.

DAXVULE BOOTE.

THROUGH TO CHICAGO WITHOU* CHANGE OF CARS,

Trains leave Union Depet, Terre Haute, asftilows: a. m„ daily, except Sunday.

MO p. m., daily. Through sleeping can on all night trains. Cioee connection is made at Danville for Peorta and points welt, also with Wabash trains both east and west.

JOS. tXJLLETT, Superintendent.

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the pen yoa ean reach, with an advertiseoaent in tbe Saturday Evening Mail, almost every reading family in this city, as well as be residents of the towns and eoontry sar oundlng Tens Haute*

Itekiag Piles,

The symptoms are moisture, like perspiration, intense itching, increased by fcratcning, very distressing, particularly at night if allowel to continue very serious results may follow. Dr. Swayne's AllHealing Oiptment is a pleasant sure cure.

L. Taylor, Hinsdale, N. u., writes: For thirty years I have been greatly troubled with Itching Piles, have consulted several physicians and tried many remedies, which proved to be no remedies at all, until 1 obtained Swayne's Ointment at Thomas' drug store in Brattleboro, Vt., which cared me completely.

Header, you are suffering from thU distressing complaint, or Tetter, Itch, Scald Head, Ring Worin, Barber's Itch, any crusty scaly sklu eruption, use Swayne's Ointment and be cured. 8ent by mail to any address on receipt of price (In currency or postage stamps) 50 cents a box. three boxes 1 S. Address letters, Dr, Swayne & Hon, 380 North Btxth street, Philadelphia. No charge for advice. Bold by lea ting druggists. In Terre Haute by Buut.n v* Armstrong. __________

era as well as yourselves 'BERT T. KEYS, April 12,1879. Hi Park ave.

No other kuown rettedy possesses the great virtue of Dr. Swayne's Syrup iu effectively curing all troubles of their air passages and lung. Equally valuable in Bronchial aad Asthmatic affections. The first dose gives relief, and it is sure to cure the wois cough, all throat, breast aud lung diseases. Price 00 cents and SI, or six bot les for $i. The large size is the most econom-

gists. strong. Dr. Swayae'sAll Healing Ointment For that distressing complaint, "Itching piles,' .symptoms of which are moisture, Iikeperspiratiou, intense itching, as if pin worms were crawling about the parts affected,gives immediate leltef aud cure is certain. "Swayne's Ointment" is sold in Terre Haute by Buntlu .\rmstrong.

Tbe Great Blood Purifier.

Dr. Swayne's Panacea, celebrated for Its extraordinary cures of scrofula, ulcere, diseases of the bones, white swelling, ulcerated sore throat, blotches or pimples on the face, obstinate or scaly eruptions, boils, paius or diseases of the bones, weakened and debilitated state of the system, Marasmus or wastitlg of flesh, hipjoiut com-

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ilalnts ulcerous sores, rheumatism, sores the nose, on the face, arms, mouth, eyes, and all disease• arising from 1 pure blood, or ulcerous character, mercurial and syphilitic diseases. Sold wholesale and retail by Buntln & Armstrong, Terre Haute.

For §ick or Nervous Headachc, Costive habit, inactive liver, aud to ward off malarial fevers. "Dr. Swayne's Tar and Sarsaparill PllJs" are very effective. They act gently, without any griping or uupleasant sensatiou whatever, leaving uo bad effects, as is the case with blue mass Oi' calomel. Prepared only by P-. Sw.iyne A Son, Philadelphia, and sold a 25 cents a box by all leading druggists. Buntin A Armstrong, Terre Haute.

THE GREAT

Vegetable Uver Corrector, Is au Infallible remedy for all dtse ies arising from an in inactive liver. Iicoutalu* no calomel ar mineral of any kind. Its main Ingredient is the concentrated medical principle of the TARAICUM or DANBEUON. TARAXINE never falls to care the following diseases (every bottle warranted):

ClIltON'tC AGUE.

It Beats the Doctors-Ague Permanently tared. CAKMELI, Ind., O:t3bor 1, 1MT8.

MR. A. KIK K«—During the fall of last year I tok the ajue so prevalent In this country. I at ouce put mys-clf under the treatment or my family physician, who gave me the usual remedy, quinine and cinchonidla. He had no difficulty in breaking the ague, but it returned again and again,and I becime so discouraged aa almost to l3»e all hope of a permanent cure. Having paid not lc*s thaa 175 for doctor's bill aad medicines, it lojked hopeless,, but at the suggestion of Mr. N. G. Hanold tried your l'araxmeand two bottle* did the work so completely that I hav.j had no chills since, and I am in perfect health.

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MASYLAXD TELEPHONE CO.. BALTIXORB, MD.

Dr. Swavne A Son—Gents: 1 have been suffering for ten years with Asthma, Bronchitis, and an affection of the stomach, causing me to expectorate a great deal of phlegm have tried various medicines and treatments, but never could get relief until I tried your "Compound Syrup of Wild Cherry. It loo-eus the phlegm which chokes me, and Induces sleep, and can feel myself improving in health and growing stronger iu Its use. This |ls entirely voluntary from me, and you can make use of it if yon see proper, for the benefit of suffer

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1% CONSTIPATION.

Bead the following from the Bsv, E, Kent, prominent Presbyterian Sinister of Mbelby

Conncjr, Indiana.

About four months ago I need two bottles of Taraxinefor habitual constipation, with which 1 had been troubled greatly for many years. It gave me oomplete relief out 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, aud also greatly Vmprovei my digestion, which bad be*n very poor for many years. I have taken none for the last two months, but my Improved condition still continues. 1 might say I have thoroughly tested several popular stomach bitters, and can conff lently say I regard the Taraxlne far superior to anything I have used.

Respectfully, W. W. Warden/1

Liver Complaint. Sick Headache

How it KflTeeta Derangement if tba Whole System. HOMER, 111., June 1,1S74.

MR. A. KtKrER—iear Sir: I have been afflicted for the last four years with derangement Of the liver, causing dyspepsia, headache, nausea, and geneml derangement of the whole system. I have tried a great many preparations, but found no re* Uef until I tried one bottle of your Taraxlne, which has permanently cored me. I also fonnd It to os good for agoe. I commend it to all who suffer with derangement of the liver. Very truly yoars,

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REV. EUPHALET KBHT,

Juae 10th, 20, i«74. tthelbyville, Ind.,

DYSPEPSIA & INDIGESTION.

Bead Wbatthe Bev. W. W. Walden •ays:

A. KISFSR: Dear Sir—I look upon patent medicines as nostrums sent abroad merely lor the purpose of making money as a general thing. I nave been a subject to dyspepsia or indigestion, and liver complaint tor years, and fer five months the past win ter was notable to get out or attend to any business whatever. I tried several remedies, bnt with little benefit. Finally I concluded to test the virtue of your Taraxlne. and feel proud to say have received great benefit, and believe it to be tbe bwt remedy of the kind in use: and can, wlthont hesitation, recommend it to al like sufferers.

REV. THOMAS WHITLOOK.

FOR SALS BY ALL DRUGGISTS.

A KIEFER

PROPRIETOR,

INDIANAPOLIS.

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a week In your own town. Terms aud 95 outfit free. Address H.HALLETIA CO., Portland,Maine.