Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 11, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 13 September 1879 — Page 7

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

UNDER THE OUN8. BUT HARTS*

Under tHe ions of the Port on tfceHllf* Daisies are olomomlng, buttercups fill Up the gray ramparts the scaling vine flings High Its green banners, and Halters and

Under the gnns, Under the guns.

Under the gttns of the Fort on the Hill.

Lord

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that thy wisdom best knows, in my price. But

Lord, is it Peace that Thy goodness still and they knew me, and

Under the gnns,

Under the guns of Thy Fort on the Hill,

JACK.

"A morning like this with the sun a shining, and the birds a singing, and

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yon ain't able to be up and get a peek at it. It'd do you more good than medlne, 'cording to my notion. There's lots of folks gone by already, the kind that has little to do. Well, If I ever!" and Mrs. Zib's poke bonnet and the edge of her sharp nose seemed in imml nent danger of going through the shat ter, she was so inquisitively eager in her inspection of some passer by. "It's that Hoke boy," she said presently, withdrawing her head and proceeding to set in order the vials on the stand. "X declare be is a shaver to be driving bis owu pony, a black one with a ball iaje, and a—what do you call itdog cart I don't see why there's any need of giving a decent wagon such an outlandish name! He ain't more than eight years old, I'm sure, and is about as sassy as they

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'em, but then

some lolks are able to bay all sorts of fol-de-rols for their children, and others are put to their wits' ends to git bread for theirs, and you oan't help feeling that lots is various. Some do seem to git all the plums in the pudding, and others can't even git a win at the orust. It's queer, but I suppose it's right."

She gave me an interrogative glance as she spoke, then spying some uneasiness in the little week old morsel of humanity who was cuddled in my arms, she took him away and sat down with him in the low rocker. "You folks make an awful fuss over him," she said meditatively, "not that he is anything out of the ordinary run, either, as I can see, but somehow you seem to think he is wonderful. 8'posing now you had felt bad about his coming, not knowing how he could be fed or clothed, and s'poeing nobody kissed or cuddled him, and wondered whether he looked like you or his father or his grandmother and all the rest of 'em "Mrs. Zlb, please hand me that baby right away I want to kiss him."

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ain't going to do any such thing," said nurse peremptorily. "He's just been fooled with enough this morning! All them big girls in the family had to have their foolishness over him before they went to school, and I hain't counted the number of times you've kissed him. He'll take it easy enough on mv l*p awhile. Teller, ain't he? Well, that's the jaunders it makes 'em sleepy, too. I once saw a baby just as likely for his age as this one, but laws, he was blinkinvand winkin' away in a miserable sort of a shanty, and nobody seemed to want him in the world very maoh he was ODe of them kind that never gets a whiff at the pudding. He belonged to the Brlggs, Dan'l and Melindy, and the belongin' to then wan't muoh of a blessing,, for they were two of the shiftless, slack, aiway behind hand sort of people, who never seem to know how to take care of themselves rightly. Their folks had always been

way seemed to be to Mud him to the poor house. I remember he sat out on a big stone in the yard, hiding hto feoe from everybody in his torn jacket sleeve*, and crying for the dog that Squire Jones had took away, 'muse he said it was a good bird dog, and somebody or other hushed him up right sharp when he called for •Pappy.' "Old Mrs, Fox asked roe if I didnt feel to take him, bat I didn't mean fly in the fooe of Providence by taking that child when I had toagh work to keep my own. So Jaok went to the poor house. Pm sure we have to pay taxes to keep it going, and Its fair somebody should be sent there onoe in while. "Do you know the Brones? No? Well, that's carious, for they lire only a matter of four miles away. likely as not

clings. Under the guns, Under the guns, ..T Under the guns of the Port on the Hill. Under the gnns of the Port on the Hill ©ace shook the earth wlih the cannonades nn/u^^l^thaaa hmf^nn, f«»t that, now you've heard enough of tbem to know Once trod these batterenps feet that, now awful oloae. bat I'm free to say Lie all at rest in their trench by the mill,

rightly. Their folks had always been clean lost patience, but you may be sure just so, too, a workin' a little on other I mixed things my own way. No stale folks' land, doing an odd job now and dripping out of the old yellow bowl in ai -i-- iM mI•«an/) akaKhv tl-ta KnffAro vAnt. mv nift nmat. hnf. then, keeping in victuals'and shabby the buttery^went into my pie'crusty but ittin' I put into it good, sweet-lard out of the 'or the firkin in the cellar, and I didn't sweeten

olothes somehow, the women cold vlttles when they washed umm u« vo..-., farmer's wives, and some of the old tbem pies with molasses sugar, either, clothes it wa'nt no ase to make over, butgood granulated went into them. Dan'l, however, was the very cream of "When I began with the cake she callthe hull, so far as slack handedness and ed ont, 'I guess after all it had best be downright laziness was concerned. It molasses that only takes one egg, and wa'nt no trouble for him to do nothln', shortening instead of butter.' and never troubled his conscience neith* 'Well,'says I, smiling to myself as I er though perhaps he didn't have one stirred up a good oake, which had plento'trouble. Sometimes he'd git a Job In ty of eggs and butter in it for once. Her harvest or plantln' time, but generally speaking of molasses cake, though, pat folks were shy about hiring him no- it in my mind to bake a nice, soft one, body likes a man for settin' and dram- for molasses cake, when fresh, ain't to min' his heels agin the fenco, or stoppin' be sneered at. Yes, and I meant to tell to talk to everybody who happens to go you that I made a pie In an oldish sauby. The women folks said ne was a oer, made it thick and good, and sweetheavy band, too, on the butter and the ened it with molasses, and after it was meat. He was a great one to go gun- baked I tucked it away in the wood ning you'd see film sloachitv along shed. After dinner I looked to see if regular, two mangy, ribby hounds a Jaok had apiece of the pie we had cat, followln, after such folks must keep a and that Jane had grumbled over bedog, yoa know, even if they hain't cause it was too good. Bat Samanth nothln'for themselves. didn't give him any, which was just "Melindy used to say sometimes that what I expected. So I left Samanth she wished Dan'l was a little steadier at busy with the dishes, and tacking that bis work, but if you went to blaming saucer-pie under my apron I went down him she always had some excuse for In the yard alongside the barn to look bim. He had a pain in his side, or the at some blankets I'd hung out there squire wanted him to work too hard, or that morning. I looked sharp to he had to take care of the baby.

JVUUWS*wi| skirts, trottln' around after D*n'l, or lying in the sun and sand alongside them miserable dogs. "Melindy went when the seventh baby came and abe and the child were buried together, Mid you wouldn't hardly think it, bat one aay when one of my boy« went past the place where she was buried, if there wa'nt that forlorn little Jack a walking round and round It and piping'Mammy, mammy!' ^Miaforiutrea never come single, they •ay, i»nd

they are awful close, bat I'm free to say that of all stingy, scrapin', rich oreaire th

tares, they are the very beat. I was sent for to come and narse Tom's wife f?'

Under the guns or the Fort on tie Hill ago. Tom came over beforehand Eqnal the rain tolls on good and on ill, strike a bargain with me, tried to tell Soft lies the sunshine, still the brook runs,

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"There always was a baby in the house a little, half-dressed, generally miserable oreeter, lor they never got the light kind of care, and wa'n't made the «. lwst mite of, though Dan'l and Melindy down in the gate corner and eat it. liked them in their way. I cant even wait for the dish.' MV that It was curious the little things "It wa'n't three minctee before he died off one after another, but it did brought the sauoer back, every cromb seem to me fortunate, for there wa'n't clean gone. 'I'll never forgit it,' says no gainsaying but what they were bet- he, a crying. ter off out of the world than in It. Jack "It was the next day the old folks though, he toughed It oat though be came. I baked good, sweet bread in had Jul the drawbacks the others had, the morning, and cat it fresh for dinner, and grew to be a little black eyed too, though Jane was hurt about it, and youngster, hanging onto Mellndy's torn what with ham and decently mashed

believe it, and to prove ft

Dan'l*s gun went off all of a sodden one day when he was climbing a fence, and somebody found him the same day lying there dean shot through the heart, ently ith

decent!

After he was traried no one

knew what to do with poor Jack. It

wa'nt to be thought of that anybody around should want him, and the only

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her niece, there, and asked me

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them posies a blossoming in those beds —soar rye bread, rusty pork, and the down there does seem to chirk one up small potatoes they couldn sell, mightily," said Mrs. Zib, flirting her Though they had a big lot of poultry dust rag vigorously. "It's a pity now none of it ever came on their table, von ain't able to be up and get a peek neither did eggs or such, for everything that would fetch a cooper went to market, and if they lived like that yoa can think what sort of vittals Jack got! Yes,

Jack, for I found Dan'l Briggs' Jack there. "Yoa see the first night when I see that tall, shamblin' creature shuffln' in with bis head droopln' forrards, I mistrusted that I'd seen him somewheres before, and I watched him while he eat his bread crusts and oold potatoes, and after he had gone out I asked Samantha,

Who's he?' "'Jack,'she says. 'Jack what?' "•Jack Briggs.' "And then I lhad "it sure enongh. 'Tom got him out of the poor house a spell ago,' she said sharply 'he's half a fool. I bate him.' "Well, I wouldn't blame any one for being half a fool, liviag on such food as they gave him. Fat edges of pork with no meat on them, cold potatoes and bread left to get hard and dry so he could n.'tcfet so muoh of it. Bless yeu, child, I'm not lying I'm telling downtight truth I've

seen

Well, how do you

knew the Brones

went for my

regular wages or not at all. Yoa see there is a great deal to do on a large farm like theirs, and they expected me to be busy every minute. "I often wondered when I was there what was the use of having money if you couldn't enjoy it. They certainly didn't get any good, so to speak, out of theirs. Their very table was mean

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more than once play that trick on their hired folks! "I spoke to him the next morning as he was washing outside on the bench. 'I knew your folks once,' says I. 'Eh,' said he, looking at me with those dull blaok eyes o' his'n. "'Yes, and I knew you when you was a little fellow you've growed considerable since. How did yoa get along at the poor house?' 'I had fits sometimes, and they flogged me sometimes.' 'You don't say so,' says I. 'How long have you been here?' 'Quite a spell.' 1 'You look kind of peaked and yeller,' says I 'don't yoa feel well?' "He stared hard at me and real tears came to his eyes. 'I've lots of pain here,' he said, patting his hand to bis Bide, 'and my head harts sometimes!' "Four days after I went there, Jane, that's Tom's wife, got word that her father and mother were coming down to see the new baby and spend the day. She was mightily flustered when she heard it, for she hadn't a bit of pie or cake in the hoase, and she wanted me to make some. She said, though, it must be apple pie, and a cake that wouldn't take more than an egg or two, and bat little batter, say a tablespoonful. I concluded to make it as best suited me, seeing I had a fair field, Samantha having gone to the village and though Jan's bedroom opened Into the kitchen, her bed stood so that she could not see the part of the room where I was at work. All the same, she made her tongue do duty for her eyes, and kept telling mo what to do all the time, till I

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jack when Be came along to go to the meadow, and then I called him soft like. "4 What?' he say*, stopping short. 'Here,' says I, 'take this and go set ..

potatoes, chopped cabbage and the sugared pie, we had a good dinner everybody enjoyed, especially Tom, who oouldnt stop bragging about it. But I had a plan in my mind, so after we'd finished I says to Samanth, 'You're tired, you go set in Jane's room and bold the baby and talk to granny, and 1*11 wash up the things.' She wa'n't backward to accept, and Tom took the old man out to look at the farm, and for onoe in his miserable life I set Jack down to a deoent meal. Nothing was sneaked off that table by me, and it gave me solid satisfaction to see him eat. Samanth screamed right out when •he came in and saw him finishing the pie. »Aln^ you ashamed to let him make a bo& of himselfT' she cried. But 1 reckon I set her down sharp for onoe. "What did you ask me just now?

TEREK HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT*

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folks going in the parlar and lighting it np bright, and talking and reading ring? 1 rather guess not.

and playing? don't tnink they would ever set In their parlor, do you? If you do you don't know tbem. "They sot In the kitchen, burned one candle, and kind of grumbled when they felt like it. I most always sot In by Jane and the baby our light came In from the kitchen, for she wouldn't burn an extra caudle for herself. She was always hiuting at something I might do evenings, bat I let her bint. Sometimes Jack came in, fearful, like a dog not sure ot its place, and sot down for aspell by the door before he went to bed in the loft over the oat kitahen, but Samanth was always finding fault and picking at him. One night he came up by the table and asked for a needle and thread to fix bis jacket, bat she never pretended to bear nlm. I was clean put out with such meanness. 'Jack,' says I, 'band me that jacket,' and I got my house-wife, and put on my specs and sot down to darn it. 'It's a dirty, miserable thing,' says I, a working away. 'It ought to go In the rag bag, and Tom onght to get yoa a decent suit.' "Tom's chair came dewn 'hard and he looked mad enough. 'Better dress a beggar in broadcloth,' be growled. 'Oh, no need of that,' says I, 'only give a man working for vlttles and clothes decent ones!' 'I know my own business, and I hate meddlers,'says Tom. 'Here, Jaok, clear out to bed.' "Of all the queer questions Jack would ask though! One day he says to me, 'What's God?' 'You poor creature,' says I, 'ain't no minister ever told you? Well, he's a sperrit.' 'What's a sperrit?' says he. "Now I'm one that's satisfied with facts without pryin' into 'em. I never muddle myself a wondering, but I see by bis questions he was stapid like, so I says,'A sperrit is something |,that ain't flesh and blood.' "He shook his head backwards and forwards. Where's God?' 'Why, in Heaven, you poor heathen!' "He looked as if he was most a cryin'. 'II He was only down here I might find Him,' he says as seriocs like as could be, *bnt I can't never* find Him up there!' '"Twa'n't no use for me-to

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him you see he showed he was lacking, and I wa'n't no minister. Another time when I was by the well he came along to fill the water jug to take to the field. 'I'm a thinking, Miss Zib, says he. "'What about?' 'Thinkin' if I got way to the edge of the world would I fall ofi?' 'Of course,' says I. 'y 'Fall where?' 'The Lord knows,' I says, a little sharp, for his silly questions pestered me. I did kind of wonder though to myself where a body falling on the world would land, but I ain't a scholar and don't pertend to say, besides I never expect to travel to the world's edge myself. "It was that very afternoon Tom came in the kitchen in considerable of a hurry. 'Where's the Tobias liniment?' he asked Jane, who was sitting there holding the baby. 'In the right hand corner of the second closet shelf. What do you want to do with it?' 'Jack fell off the mow and got hurt.' 'What did he want to do that for? Now don't waste that liniment on him for nothing.' 'Guess I'll go see if he's much hurt,' says I, thinkin' a fall from a mow wa'n't no trifle. "I found him all in a heap on the barn floor, and what was worse he didn't know anything. 'That's a high mow,' says I, measuring it with my eye, 'and bow in heaven's name do you know where he's hurt, and wants to be rubbed with liniment? The best thing you can do is to get a doctor.' 'I want to git another load in before it rains,' says Tom in that aggravating slow way of his'n, and its no use rannin' up doctor's bills when 'taint no need. The Tobias cured the old mare's leg last week, and by and bye when he comes to we'll find out where he alls.' 'Tom Brones,' says I, 'I feel good telling you you are the meanest man a living. Look at that poor thing there! It ain't enouzh you've starved and worked him to death, but you are going to let him die like a dog, I'm going to get Sam Demarest to go for a doctor.' 'Hold on, you long tongued Jezabel,' says he, 'and stop your meddling. I'll go lor the doctor myself and with that he went to work saadlln' a horse, grumbling and swearin' to himself, and to me for that matter, but I was trying to fix Jack a little more oomfortably and never minded him. 'Samanth came un and looked in and screamed a little ana went away again. Bull, the dog, came and smelled of him and whined, for the dog always took to Jaok, bat nothing roused him he breathed heavy ana looked bad. "It seemed an age before Tom came back. He was low always and I need not have expected he would pat himself oat of the way for Jack. "The doctor seemed to thiak something pretty serious was the matter with Jack. He worked over him quite a spell examining, listening, growing graver every moment. He tore away bis poor rags, even dipped away some of his shock of hair. Then he shook his bead 'I cant do anything for blm now.' "An hour after it was all over. Neighbors hearing the news, came and stood around, bat Jack never knew one of tbem never knew when I helped pat bandages on his bead, and his hair was so pretty, thick and brown, and with a curiy wave into it. "Jane grumbled some when we told her be was dead. He was a poor miserable creature, not worth his salt, she said, bat hired folks was scarce just now In barvest and asked such ridiculous wagen. Tbe town would have to pay for bis ooffln though, and was that Tobias liniment left wasting In the barn? "It was the next day Mr. Somera, tbe old Methodist minister, came to the bouse and made a prayer over him. Actually the first prayer I believe ever made by anybody on his account, and Tom and two or three of the neighbors took him up to the wood lot to bury him. Jane had to oome to it and let one of Tom's white shirts be put onto him. It wa'n't one of the newest, and really he looked as peaceful and calm as any baby could, and be wa'n't bad looking seen so, and I was glad to remember that I had been kinato him in them little ways I told you of. "I just thought the last Sunday I was there that I'd put on my bonnet and go see where they'd laid him, so without saying anything I tramped up there. It was a wild place enough and of course there wa'n't nothing to mark it, but the Lord will know where he sleeps at the last day, and that is enough, aint it? "I kind of wondered when 1 stood there what bad become of his soul? He was such a white heathen. It made me think of a beautiful sermon I once heard our old Dominie preach, 'No man oared

for my soul,' or tome text most like it, and it did seem to me sll of a sudden as if no man had cared for Jaok. 'Bat I guess I bad better pat this little fellow down by yoa now, lor he's sound asleep, and I can go down and see why nobody has brought them lemons yet. Tut, tut—don't look so down. I meant to cbirk you up a talking."

"Chirk me up? O Mrs Zlb!"

THE STORY OF A QAMBLER. Philadelphia Times. Old John Watts wss a gambler by nature. He would bet on everything, and tbe other day, when he died in his little room on Tenth street, the last words be uttered were, "I bet you I get well." There were no takers, for nls son, a respected and able physician practising in New Jersey, stood by his bedside and watohed over the dying man, only to alleviate the pains of death, not with any hope ot saving a life. They carried Watts out to Mount Moriab yesterday, and the humble little laneral cortege that paid the last tokens of respect to the gambler's memory passed out of the gate of the oemetery as the long line of mourners that oame to bury Major Magulre filed In ostentatious hundreds up tbe road from the railroad station. Watts was not known much in Philadelphia, but more tban a score of years ago his face was much seen on the Western river Eieam boats, and bis name was as well known as an man's In' the Mississippi Valley. was the typical river gambler. Elegan of address, unexcitable, calculating, skilled in cards, and willing to bet on anything in tbe world, he lacked nothing that could distinguish him in his calling.

He was one of the men who travelled on the lower Mississippi in ante-bellum days, when the entire long cabins ot the steamers were given up to oard parties, poker their game, and tbe stakes thou sEods

It was in those days that the pistol and bowie-knife often came in as referees in discussions over the game, but that occurred only when somebody did a mean thing with an ace, or filled a pair by stealing a card, or doing some uueb little pleasantry in away so shameiully bold and unskilful that defection could not help bat ensue. Watts woald not do that, It is said. He played fair, and demanded fair play or fight. That these encounters werenotof infrequent occur rence with him, two ballet holes in his cheek, others in his body, and knife wounds of greater or less dimensions all over him gave testimony. For many years he travelled on the New Orleans, St. Louis, and Louisville line of boats. His peculiarity of traveling was that he always made the full trip for instance, if bound to St. Louis on one steamer, if there was no play, or if luck went against him, he would not dropoff at Memphis, Vicksburg, or Cairo, and try anew lay, He was always the best dressed man on the river.

His jewelry was unostentatious, and his Clothes of tbe latest fashion. He had his measure at Bell's, in London, and that Regent street artist supplied him. A swell tailor in New Orleans once solicited Watts for an order, and importuned him so that he finally gave it. Watts wore the clothes for some time and talked much. and in terms of high praise of tbem, but refused to pay tbe bill when presented. By this means be found himself a defendant in a suit of law, but in setting up the plea that in condescending to wear the clothes he rendered the tailor full value by adding to the reputation of tbe makers, be thus won his case. Although Watts pro fessed to be a man of honor, be was by no means of tbe very best of morals, and be did not object to take advantage of his fellowmau in this way. For instance, with his friend and accomplice he would board tbe boat at Louisville, and, scanning the passenger list, pick out for his victims some old card players of wealth, with whom he was personally acquainted. To these people be would go very quietly and say of his own accomplice, "There is a man who plays high, and we can beat him you join with me and we'll do it." The victim agrees, the party is made up, but Watts always succeeded in regulating success the wrong way for his victim, and thus the would-be biter was often bitten.

One time he was accused of swindling In that way, the charge being made in the heat of a play by a man from whom Watts' accomplice had just won |10,000. "Is that your opinion?" he quietly asked. "Yes, sir that's what I think," roared tbe loser "you swindled me, and I stigmatize yoa as a scoundrel." Tbe hour was late, and only the watchman and tbe party engaged in playing heard the charge, but ail of them drew back and held their breath, for they were sure Jack would take a life to wipe out the insult. It is said he has done that thing. "I will give yoa $5,000 right here if you will not make that opinion any further public," said Watts,

drawing

forth his

pocketbook. "No, sir, I do not want the money." Then Watts smiled in his wicked way and held a pistol In one hand and the money in the other, and said quietly as before: "My friend, for the suppression of your opinion I offered you 95,000. Yoa reftised. Now I offer ou that amount of money and your

Ife. Do you accept?" The man looked Into Jack's cold, steel gray eye, and what he read there was convincing. He took the money and his life ana kept silent.

Many stories are told of old Watts which are not traceable to any good foundation iike this one, but here Is one be delighted in telling, and for which he vouched for the truth: "I was slways an ardent race course better, and followed the Kentucky stables many a season. My last racing was tbe season McGrath's great race horse, Tom Bowling, broke down. I was breaking up myself then. We were in Saratoga, and Barron, the negro minstrel singer, came into Morriseeyfs club house one night with a party and somebody proposed that he give us a song. John Matthews, the actor, was with him, and urged Barron to go ahead. He acceded, and sat down to tbe piano. The boys turned around from their game, and then Barion, striking a few chords! without other prelude strode up: Here, a sheer hulk, lies peor Tom Bowling, The darling of oar crew. "He sang It through with feeling and expression, and I looked down on my cards, and, by Jove there was a tear right on the ace. Just then in bursts McGratb. He caught Barron by the hand and pressed it fervently, trying to say "Thank you," but be couldn't. All he oould ejaculate as be went out of tbe door, with his eyes full of tears,' was "Two baskets of wine." It wss not until we wore well in the second basket that we lost our imprsssions of the pathetio scene—one that moved more sporting men's hearts to pity than I ever witnessed in a gambling house."

All relations concur that the great steamboat race between tbe R. B. Lee and Natchez from New Orleans to St. Ila broke old John Watts' heart, de-

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tad his purse, and even unsettled mind. He staked every dollar be bad, some 920,000, it is said, on the Natcbas, and loftt it. He took a stateroom on board Ms favorite to make the

trip and see tbe raoe, bnt be never occupied It, Night ana day for tbe five days and odd hours the raoe lasted be stood on tbe upper deck leaning over the rail, just where be wanted the ohampion trophy placed when tbe Lee had shown that sine was only tbe second best boat on tbe river, watching tbe contest of levlathanis. When tbe Matches fell back and tbe Lee swept by and passed on so far ahead that there was no longer any hope, old John, for he had oome to be known as old, stamped, raved, and swore, and finally rushed down to the barroom and took tbe first drink of liquor that ever passed his lips. He paid up bis loss and came East, and took up racing as abetting event. In his early life be married a young Ohio girl, whose heart, it is said was broken when she discovered his vocation. She died shortly afterward leaving him one son, whose edducation was carefuly cared for. The schools of Europe contributed to bis learning, and tbe old man stopped at no expense In advancing his son's welfare and position. Tbe boy was not ungrateful, for when age and adversity bad brought tbe old gambler to tbe threshold of want, his son oame forward and oared for him lovingly and tenderly. For nearly a year tbe old man has been in Philadelphia receiving treatment from a great spedalist in nervous affections. The old gambler preserved till tbe day of his death the pack of cards with which he first learned to play poker and all fours. They were worn and dirty, but he would have no others, and it was with many a game ot solitaire with these old cards the paralytic old gambler solaced tbe last days of his life. He was 74 years of age, and be used to say he was the first white child born to he is is pi

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That a remedy made of such common, simple plants ss Hops, Buchu, Mandrake, Dandelion, etc., make BO many and such marvelous and wonderful cures as Hop Bitters do? It must be, for when old and young, rich and poor, pastor and doctor, lawyer and editor, all testify to having been cured by them, we must believe and doubt no longer. See other column.

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Consumption Cured. An old physician, retired from practice, having had placed in his hands by an East India missionary the formula of a simple vegetable remedy, for tbe speedy and permanent cure of consumption, bronchitis, catarrh, asthma, and all throat and lung afleotions, also a positive and radical cure for nervous debility and all nervous complaints, after having tested its wonderful curative powers in thousands of oases, has felt it his duty to make it known to his suffering fellows' Actuated by this motive, and a desire to relieve human suffering, I will send, free of charge, to all who desire it, this recipe, with fall directions for preparing and using, in German, French or English. Sent by mall by addressing with stamp, naming this paper, W. W. Sberar, 149 Powers' Block, Rochester, N. Y. (aug 2-eow4t) Save Tonr Hair. Keep ItjBeantiral

All persons who aspire to beauty of personal appearance should not negleot that natural necessity, the hair. By many It has been neglected until It hasgrown thia,

Sair

ay, or entirely fallen off. The London Color Restorer restores natuee'a losses, and Imparts a healthy natural color, thickens thin hair, cures dandruff and all Itchy, scalv- eruptions on the scalp, tnaklug it white and clean, and Insuring a luxuriant growth of the hair In Its natural, youthful color. Ask for London Hair Restorer, Price 75 cents a bottle. Six bottles $4, Bold by Bantia aud Armstrong.

THE SECRET KEY TO HEALTH.—The Science of Life, or Self Preservation, 3C0 pages. Price, only 91.00. Contains fifty valuable prescriptions, either one of which is worth more than ten times the price of the book. Illustrated sample sent on receipt of 0 cts. for postage. Address Dr. W. H. Parker, 4 Bulfinch street, Boston, Mass.

Itching Piles,

The symptoms are moisture, like ration, Intense itching, increased by scratching, very distressing, particularly at night: if allowed to continue very serious results may follow. Dr. Swayne's AllHealing Ointment Is a pleasant sure care.

L. Taylor, Hinsdale, N. H.,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 I obtained Swayne's Ointment at Thomas' drug store in Brattleboro, Vt., which cared me completely.

Header, if you are suffering from this distressing complaint, or Tetter, Itch, Saald Head, Ring Worm, Barber's Itch, any crusty scaly skin eraption, use Swayne's Ointment and be cured. Sent by mall to any address on receipt of price (In currency or postage stamps) 66 cents a box,, three boxes $125. Address letters, Dr, Swayne & Son, 380 North Sixth street, Philadelphia. No chaige for advice. Sold by leading druggists. In Terre Haute by Buntln

Armstrong.

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Prescription Free

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Loos of Manhood, and all disorders brought on by ln! lscretion or excess. Any druggist has the Ingredients. Address

AVID30N A CO., 78 Nassua St., New York (June7-lyr)

A CABD.

To all wbo are snfferlng from the errors and Indiscretions of youth, nervous weakness, early decay, loss of manhood, ®c., I will send a recipe that will cure you, FREE OF CHARGE, This great remedy was discovered by a missionary in South America. Send a self addressed envelope to the RBV JOSEPH T. LNMAW, Station D, New York Oity.

MAARLA^D TELEPHONE Co., BALTIMORE, MD.

Dr. Swayne 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 nhlegm: have tried various medicines and treatments, but never could get relief until tried your "Compound Syrup of wild it loosens the phlegm which Chttffy iijum l(l

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choke*' me, and Induces sleep, and can feel myself improving In health and growing stronger in its use. This|ls entirely voluntary from me, and you can make use of it, if you see proper, for the benefit of suffer-"-a,, T.

April 12, IS7». 141 Park ave. No other known remedy possesses the great virtue of Dr. Swayae1*Syrup In effectively coring all troubles of their air passages and lung. Equally valuable in Bronchial aad Asthmatic affections. The first dose Elves relief, and it is sore to cure the wots coogh, all throat, breast and long diseases. Price cents and $1, or six bot les tort*. The large slxe Is J-hemost eoonom ioaL Prepared Philadelphia. gists, In Terre strong. _____ Sr. Bwsyse's All Healisic Oistwesi For that distressing complaint, "Itching Biles," jnymptoms of which are moisture, fce perspiration, intense itching, as if pin worms were crawling about the parts afftoeted, gives immediate relief and cure is "Swayneli Ointment" is sold in Terra Haute by Bontin Armstrong.

TARAXINU

THE GREAT

Vegetable Iitver Corrector,

Is an infallible remedy for all diseases arising from an in Inactive livgr. It contains no calomel er mineral of any Itlnd. Its main ingredient is the concentrated medical priaclple of theTARAICUM or DANDELION. TARAXINE never falls to euro the following diseases (every bottle warranted):

CHRONIC AGUE.4

It Beats the Doctors—Acne Permanently Cared. CARMEL, Ind., October 1, 1878.

MR. A. KIECKK—During the fall of lost year I jok the ague so prevalent In this oouutry. 1 at once put myself under the treatment of my fAinlly physician, who gave me the usuat remedV, quinine and clnohouidia. He had no difficulty in breaking the ague, but it returned again and again,and I becjL.ma.so discouraged as almost to 1 tse all hope of a permanent cure. Having paid not less than f75 for doctor's bill and medicines, It looked hopeless, but at the suggestion of Mr. N- G. Hanold I tried yourTaranneand two bottles did the work so eompletely that I have had no chills since, and I am in perfect health.

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CONSTIPATION.

Bead the following from the Rev, E, Kent, a prominent Presbyte* rlan Sinister of Shelby

Coanty, Indiana.

About four months ago I need two bottles of Taraxine for habitual constipation, with which 1 had been troubled greatly tor 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 oppressIsh over the regions of the liver and stomacn, 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 contiuues. I might say I have thoroughly tested several popular8tomach bitters, and can confidently say I regard the Taraxine far superior to anything I have used.

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DYSPEPSIA & INDIGESTION*

Bead What the Rev. W. W. Walclen Says: IR BEDFORD, Livingston co., Mo..

June 26, 1875.

A. KIEFEB: DeaV Sir—I look upon patent medicines as nostrums sent abroad merely for the purpose of making money as a«eneral thing. I have been a subject to dyspepsia or indigestion, and liver complaint for years, and for five months the past winter was not able to get out or attend to any business whatever. I tried several remedies, but with little benefit. Finally I concluded to test the virtue of 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, wlthont hesitation, recommend it to all like sufferers.

Respectfully, W. W. WALDEN.

Liver Complaint. Sick Headache

How It EflTeets Derangement or tho Whole System. HOMER, 111., June 1.1374.

MR. A. KIEFER— Dear Sir: 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 Taraxine, which has permanently cured me. I also found It to os good for ague. I commend It to all who suffer with derangement of the liver Very truly yonrs,

REV. TIIPMAS WHIT LOOK.

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