Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 21, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 November 1879 — Page 3

THE MAIL

A PAPfeR FOR THE PEOPLE.

LITTLE BY LITTLE.

Little by little the time goes byShort if yoa sing through It, long If yoa nigh Little by little—an hour a day, Gone with the yean that have vanished away Little byllttle the race is ran. Trouble aad watting and toll are done.

Little by little thesklea grow elear LltUe by little the ran cornea near Little by little thedays smileoat Gladder and brighter on pain and doobt Little by little the need we sow Into a beautiful yield will grow.

Little by little the world grows strong. Fighting the battle of right or wrong Little by little the wrong gives way, Little by little the right has sway Little by little all longing souls struggle op near the shining goals.

Little by little the good In men Blossoms to beauty for human ken LltUe by little the angels see Prophecies better

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LltUe by little the God of all Lifts the world nearer the pleading call.

ALONG THE LINE.

•'There, Winn Wright, you've tracked your horrid boots over my kitchen floor! Won't yoa ever learn what door mats are made for?" cried Meb Wright, fas tening her sleeve* before the open door of the little sitting room. "I do detest these warm, sloppy February days wish when we freeze up in November we needn't thaw out until the first of April. The mud and tbe slop must be gone through in tbe spring, anyway, and this freezing and thawing, freezing and thawing, between whiles is just exhausting!"

Winn Weight, locomotive engi/.eer, a big fellow, not graceful, sat absently gazing into tbe narrow front yard, and drumming on tbe window ledge. He looked tired. "I'm tired, too," thought Meb. "It's a bard, tiresome world,—harder for working women than for men—no use in whining over it, though, We must take life as it comes." "I don't believe you care much for me uowadays, Meb," said Winn, rather bluntly.

Meb curled her lip. It seemed partic ularly ridiculous In Winn to talk sentiment now, for be bad a tar streak obliquely across bis forehead, and wore coarse clothes, with imperfectly pressed seams and ragged buttonholes. "I wish you wouldn't dram on that sill, Winn, you know bow annoying it is."

After half hour, wbioh Meb spent for the most part outside tbe little sitting room, Winn said good-bye, and started for tbe depot. Out to Plympton and back would make up bis day's trip,

Meb put ou ber pretty brown cashmere with white lace and cardinal ribbon at her throat, and cardinal loops in her hair, and took tbe chair by tbe window. 8he heard tbe occasional slush of wheels through the melting snow outside, or tbe thud of rubber shod feet plunging through the water on the spongy ice, tbe ceaseless drip from tbe roof into the tin conductors, and tbe drowsy chirp of the canary over the window garden.

Meb felt sad. Little did she think when playing tbe organ on Sundays in tbe Sweotvlile Methodist church, and taking lessons in French and water colors at the Young Ladies' Institute, that she should one day be doing her own work, and economizing to pay for a littlo bouse with four rooms only, on tbe lower floor.

She might "have done better." There was Samuel Fletcher who every Bummer, now, came to Sweetville with his carriage horses and bis saddle horses. There was Charlie Fordyce and—, why. Winn was a good fellow. She loved Winn, of floursi* but he had a kind of honest stupidity that she feared would

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his ever "rising." That stupidwearied ber. Life was wearisome, anyway,—cheerless and prospectless. ft may not be the most judicious Intellectual oxerciso for men or women to review matrimonial opportunities, even without the slightest disloyalty of imagination. "Might have beens" are extremely slippery premises, anyway. Possibly, my dear sir, had you presumed upon tbe smiles you once chose to Ignore, you would have found smiles significant only according to the imagination that Interpreted them. Possibly, my dear madam, the man who once rather Impressively offered himself to you, now ascribes the mortifying act to a transient Impulse, and Is sure he should have found a way out of the engagement bad you accepted him.

Meb's dcxflbell rang. She was familiar with the humiliation of answering it In person. Charlie Fordyce bad no tar streaks across bis face. He was starched, brushed, and polished to the last degree. Charlie was employed at the "Office." He inquired for Winn. "Has he left the depot, think?" asked be, as be followed Meb into tbe little sitting room. "I beard tbe Bucephalus signal at the Ferry street crossing a minute ago." "That's too bad: Kills sent word to

Buceph with tbe night freights. We've Just had a telegram that there area hundred and twenty-five cars waiting to be moved from Sldon. They were delayed by the snow storm on tiie Central and Shore Line last week, and have only just got through."

The chair Meb bad set for Mr. Fordyce was very easy. He was tired after the slippery, sloppy walk, and, since bis pay went on just the same, why should he not linger? "Were you out to hear Jauauschek, last evening?" "No there was some delay—a bridge gone, and Winn didn't get in until nine o'clock." "Of oovirse you were at the oonoert ef the Glee Club, last week."

No Winn seldom took her anywhere. He liked to settle down at home evenFordyce reviewed the performaneee, mingling tbe choicest ct tbe art phrases culled from his daily paper with others of unknown derivation hot legitimate sound.

Very humble and hard seemed the round of uneducated labor in which Meb moved, to the circle ol art and culture in which Mr. Fordyce ornamentally revolved.

Meb failed to recollect that Mr. For4ymt9 monthly receipts were little more than Winn's, and that artistic revolutions, if continued for any length of time, must depend upon considerable pecuniary steam power and quite tangible belting. She nad ail that blind confidence in the money getting powers of a fluent man, which la one of the most curious arguments in that circle ol faith from tbe center of which women look -out upon the world.

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Mr. Fordyce's grandmother bad small and inexpressive black eyes. She bsd deeply sorrowed and suffered, and here and there amid ber descendants appeared large dark eyes with a weight of sorrow in them,—limpid, melting eyes, calculated in theh turn to produce sorrow and suffering.

Mr. Fordyce bent those eyes on Meb. His voice grew tender and gentle. In his musical generalizing be bad alluded to the power of tbe human voice to stir tbe heart. "You look tired. Mrs. Wright." "I am always tired,—lstely!"

This old friend of the dsys when sbe played tbe church organ, and took lessons in French and water colors, be seemed so well fitted to sympathize with ber!

Two or three bright irrepressible tears fell over her cheek. Agitatedly, she laid ber bad upon tbe sofa arm. Mr. Fordyee's chair was at the end of tbe sofa. Very reverentially Mr. Fordyce bent over tbe band. "You don't wear tbe moss agate now?" "I can't my fingers have grown so large—with doing my own work."

Mr. Fordyce's eyes rested for an instant in Meb's. Sbe drew away ber band but Mr. Fordyce understood that his sympathy was not offensive.

After this, constraint Bligbtly stiffened Meb's manner. They talked of agate and onyx, opal and jacinth, and all tbe secondary stones. Mr. Fordyee said a design once cut in jacinth was never obliterated.

He was sympathetic, and grave, and tender, to very last step over tbe front door threshold. Then he whisked out through the gate, and buttoned up his coat with the comfortable assurance of a man who had successfully enacted the psrt of a lady charmer, his pay going on all the 8ame.

Meb stepped into an adjacent room to ascertain by tbe mirror bow ber hair looked, and whether tbe cardinal loops under her chin were not disarranged. Gentlemen of Mr. Fordyce's taste were not inappreciative of cardinal loops against a background of white illusion

As sbe turned away satisfied, through a half open door sbe saw a pair of coarse boots,—heels sets against the wall, and toes pointing accusingly outward. Of a worse lookiug pair of boots it would be difficult to conceive,—worn in the wet and dried hard and red—bard wrinkles above the short inatep. A revulsion, strong as Nemesis, seized Meb.

Sbe crept into tbe other room and Bat down alone. What had sbe said to that man, Fordyce? What liberty of percep tion had she accorded and he taken? What sympathy had she been so deficient in selt-respect as to solicit, and he so daring as to accord?

She sat down again. Tbe snow bad melted off tbe circular verbena mounds, Winn helped her set these borders. He bad always helped her. She covered her face with her hands, conscious only of her own ingratitude.

Tho silence gradually began to thrill with premonitions. Tbe hushed world outside, with Its unseasonable sunsbiue and warmth, seemed waiting for cold and storms. For what was she waiting? Drip of eaves, tick of clock, chirp of canary,—everything pressed an unintelligible utterance upon ber.

The prolonged whistle of a locomotive at the station startled ber,—only a call for a switch.

Suddenly loomed in the doorway a tall woman with folds of a black wrapper trailing behind her, a woman with deep, glistening eyes and that luminous intensity of a pale face frequently accompanying over wrought nerves, Meb's neighbor—a woman who saw visions and dreamed dreams.

Was your husband well when he left home, Mrs. Wright?" Meb threw out one hand. "Don't tell me, Mpi. Weir don't."

Tbe woman turned and trailed back through tbe kitchen. Meb sat for a few minutes, her face buried in her palms then parted her hands and looked out—to see soaked snow stiffening water-filled footprints and wheel marks growing blue and chilly the street full of returning shop hands. From out the moving figures one stood within tbe gate. Orion!

Orton was employed In a very bumble capacity at the office. He was sometimes ridiculed for his religious zeal. In class meeting, only tbe previous evening, he had followed the ejaculation: "0, Lord, thou knowest how apt we are to "prone!" with the fervent petition: "Remember us not according to our iniquities but deliver us from all our transactions!'"

Nevertheless, tbe company bad a habit of falling baok upon Orton when bad news was to be communicated.

Meb had strength to open the outer hall door, then sank back upon tbe lower at air. "Don't tell me, Orton, don't! Is be dead? Is be dead?" "Tbe Lord help you, Mrs. Wright we don't know how bad It Is. Tbe Buoephalus Is off the track—down Deep Gully thirteen oars down. They hadn't taken him out when tbe last telegram came."

Meb clutched her nails into ber oold palms. "I must go. Has the wrecker started?" "Just gone but Ellts'il find an engine to take you up. Perhaps you'd better not go, though. It may be pretty bad."

Mrs, Weir entered, put on Meb's bat and sbawl, drew on ber overshoes, supxrted her to the door, and took the cey.

Meb grasped Orton's arm, and was

ping over Ice and water to the depot. The "Flyer" was just steaming through, fired up to go out on tbe Riverview branch for a few empty cars. It was short work to run ber on to tbe turn uble, and come up beaded for tbe Gully.

Superintendent Ellis banded Meb Into tbe cab. Engineer Baboock nodded, speect.le«s, and turned to his engine,

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ulled out tbe throttle, struck the bell,— like in tbe clear air,—and the "Flyer" shot out across the plain with its withered brown mowings, patches of dark ploughed land, and shallow pools reflecting the purple twilight.

The "Flyer" had been carrying ninety pounds or steam. The stoker began shoveling on the coal. Meb, from her perch I nude the cab, looked out and saw dreamily a town or two set away in its happiness from the death dealing track. Early lamps glimmered. O, Winn, Winn, will tbe early lamp never more glimmer for you!

With many a sharp carre^with many a shrill screech, the "Flyer" struck In between tbe hiLis,—ascending grade now,— smoke and sparks flying past the cab windows,—the little pointer of tbe steam

uge around to one hundred and were thundering across tbe bridge

Tbey when Lemoyne and Stark lost lives tbey bad entered tbe little dell, peaceful as a June Sabbath, where Arthur Bell's young lilt went out in dreadful holacaust. "Do you know—did they say—, was the Bucephalus moving any petroleum?'' Meb's white fine quivered from fore* head to chin.

Tbe engineer shook his bead be didn't know.

At Bloes the river was full of great blocks of ice, foaming, champing, jost ling each other. A mill reservoir above had "broken up." The reservoir itself lay still as destb, bisek snd lonely as tbe dark river. A yellow moon peered weirdly over tbe top of tbe steep moan tain side. Steam up to one hundred and thirty now, and hissing from tbe ssfety valve. Gray rock faced sides of Bear mountain echoed tbe rush and the roar'

Pine plumed crests of Gobble shook through their ranks. On now to the Gully! Every racing rock and tree in tbe appro sob left Meb's heart beating faster and more suffbcat ingly.

The "Flyer," as sbe came to a stand still, seemed to shiver through every besvy driving-wheel, through every polished rod snd cylinder.

The stoker, first on tbe gronnd, reach ed.up to take out Meb. The moon, not a yard above tbe eastern horizon, let fall a weird oblique light. Two or three engines stood on the track venting steam. The great wrecker rose wraith-like, its ropes and timbers creaking under tbe strain,— sbonts of men,—a chain rattling on iron,—boards cresklng,—out on the track a hand car bearing something oovered by a rubber blanket and beside it a shawled, crouched figure from which came the Irish wail "O Tim, spake to me wance more jlst wanoe more, Tim!"

Tim bad been Winn's stoker. Two little country doctors,—surgeons say,—who in default of anything to be done for poor Tim, bad been sitting on a boulder, consulting over a little bottle of whisky, came towards the "Flyer." "His wife?"—to Babcock. "No they bavn't found him yet. It's not ten minutes since they took out this one. She going down?"

Meb was tearing ber way through the blackberry vines around tbe mouth of the Gully. "Here, madam. I wouldn't advise you to go down. They will bring him up as soon as found. If you wUl go, though, jou'd better take a little some thing stimulating—here!"

Meg didn't turn. Down the rough declivity—over ledges, bushes, boulders— tripping against wheels, stumbling over a mass of broken sidings, sinking ankle deep in grain—Babcock and the doctor following with a confused murmur of, "Great Drain,"—"nervous system"—"a little something stimulating."

Tbe shattered Bucephalus had been 'drawn out, and fires that had started up from tbe scattered coals been extinguished but no man knew what flames might be slyly creeping on beneath the mass.

The men working in the debris did not observe Meb until her voice, like a steel javelin, smote the sides of the gully: "Winn!"

Involuntarily every hand paused, and le cry broke through the site "Winn, Winn!" a few feet little beneath

Then, faint and feeble, onl, away,—a little back, a came tbe response: "Here, Meb here!"

They clustered upon that part of tbe ruine tbey plied axe, and pulley, and lever—lifting wheels and trucks, tossing aside grain, throwing off girders ana fragments of sidings.

TJp on tbe track stood three petroleum cars a fourth lay half way down with its stout guard broken, its sides battered, but thank God! whole. A fifth, burled on tbe sharp projecting rocks, had been rent and poured its oontents through the wheat. A dozen grain cars had been crushed and piled between lace and the engine, but how the petroleum would penetrate, or'bow quickly it might be ignited by some unextinguished ember, no man could tell.

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A sudden pause in tbe work—they had reaohed Winn. A silence like that following Meb'B cry—they had drawn him forth. Up tbe aides of tbe ravine struggled the procession stretcher, woman, physicians, men with adzes, shovels, crowbars.

No one observed a slender spire of blue smoke that curled up at the edge of tbe saturated grain but in less than ten minutes all tbe wreck was amass of crackling, roaring flame—flame blazing up in red ana blue points to the moon-lit heavens, lapping the

cool, weather beaten sleepers of the" bridge, and snspping through the branches of tbe overhanging hemlocks, but Winn was safe, safe upon tbe track.

He bad lain with his lower limbs too near the escaping steam. Fastidious people, reading of tbe accident in the morning papers, wished reporters would spare the publlosucb horrible details.

Tbe doctors administered brandy and injected morphine, and Winn was unconscious or muon pain. While tbe train backed rapidly down to the Clinchy turn table he lay with his bead upon a pillow in Meb's lap, looking up at her silently. His eyes fell at length from her faoe to her shoulders. 'Oughtn't you to have worn something thicker?" "O, don't Winn: you'll kill me if you think of me now!"

Tbe first tears Meb bad abed sinoe those elicited by Mr. Charlie Fordyce's tender sympathy, rained on Winn's upturned face.

The rush onward was electric with hope. Winn might die, but be was alive aud had spoken] The engine shouted its eostacy tbe plumy pines of Gobble thrilled and tbe rocky crags of Bear lifted grateful faces. "He's alive!" shouted Ebal. "Alive!" echoed Gersarim. "Alive!" repeated tbe shining river in a thousand variations.

Tbe Flyer was racing through the tortuous define now. On and on to tbe open plain again, and familiar buildings rushing past. "We're almost home, Winn—home! Do you understand?"

Meb bent, covering one side of Winn's faoe with her tears and kisses wiping it dry with tbe precious Illusion that nad unfastened and dangled from her throat.

The bouse was lighted, linen airing tbe kitchen fire, and that colorless ra. Weir moving about with a wet bandage around her head.

Railroad men thronged in, proffering assistance. "Under the circumstances she cant wish him to live," Mr. Charles Fordyoe bad remarked on kis way down.

Once, in passing through the ball, Meb encountered Mr. Fordyoe.

Is there anything la my power to he inquired impressively, nothing in his own

do for Mr.

your* ne inquired im Fordyce had nothing

nature, observation or experience, to teach him tbe revulsion of a healthy •oul towards any individual onse Instrumental In diverting its sentiment from legitimate channels.

As he stood attitodlnUng with his grandmother's eyea, Meb turned snd iUfT0T6d IM ft*-

Sbenated his soft voioe, hated his great limpid eyes, haled him, hated him, bated him! "Your OMjmi you might go to the druggist's. The doctor wishes to send.

TEKM HAU^E SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

A whistle.—a shriek rather,—struok tbe side of Mt. Ebal, reverberated Gersarim, and was again thrown bsck across tbe swollen mountain torrent at tbe right of the track.

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If Winn dies there Is nothing in tbe whole wide world for which I care." Mr. Fordyce shrank a little. He bsd expected nothing less than opportunity to console her with an honorable ret: cence in expression.

There followed weeks wherein tbe rival powers of tbe physical world, life aad deatb, looked arms and contended Jor dominion over Winn. Life came off a hard pressed, wounded victor. It long sfter be was out of danger before tbe man seemed to lift for observation the remaining threads of his connection w:tb the world.

One morning when Meb, who bad been singing about the kitchen, came in with his beef, eggs and ale, be threw out his hands and cried: "O, Meb, why didn't you let me It was cruel to keep me—a cripple! What can I ever be?"

Meb set down tbe waiter, grasped one of tbe sick, corded bands and raised it to her lips. "Winn, Winn. I'm so hsppy I want to sing all tbe time. You are a living, thinking, feeling human beiug in God's good world ana just to be that is worth everything. Isn't it? It is worth everything for me. We shall get along. Just see how large and strong my wrists are."

Winn could have clasped three such wrists between his thumb and forefinger.

Railroad men are a generous set There was tbe aid from tbe Brotherhood. There were packages of groceries mys 8teriously introduced within tbe front gate on dark nights, express wagons unloading at the back door, and rattling off before any questions could be asked, young baohelors bringing handkerchiefs to be hemmed and rents to be darned, and then paying unheard of prioee with an overwhelming citation of precedents.

About tbe date of tbe surprise party that presented Winn with tbe wheel chair, some difficulty arose at the office in connection with Mr. Charlie For-

dyce's figures. A firmly established kind of antagonism seems to seems to exist between figures and gentlemen of Mr. Fordyce's tastes and principles, in whatever station in life they move. An investigation was entered upon, aud Mr. Fordyce quietly disappeared.

The position was reserved until Winn was able to come down on his artificial limb and take the place.

Said old Mulllns, baggage smasher, sitting on the shady side of the depot one Sunday afternoon of the following summer, and surrounded by a respectful audience of switch tenders, brakemen and oil boys: "I hain't nothln' against meetin's. When we had tbe revival here two or three years ago, I used to attend meetin's in the engine house reg'lar, and when Johnny O'Brian was singing, 'there is agate that stands ajar' through his nose, said I: 'Johnny, it you don't shut up, I'll let a streak of daylight through you!' But, after ail, there ain't anything that goes farther towards kee

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Sold in Terre Haute, wholesale and retail, by Gullck A Berry, and by drngglsta everywhere.

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Pr«wriptlm Free. FortheroeedjrC'nre of Seminal Weakaea*. I/m of Manhood, and all diorder* brounht on by lndinor«tkn or exc*«ia. Any

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NERVOUS SUFFERERS.

THE GREAT EUROPEAN REMEDY,

Dr. J. B. Simpson's SpeeWe Medicin6«

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It Is a posi tlve cure for Spermatorrhea, Seminal Weaknamlmpotency, and all diseases resulting irom Self Abase, cental Anxiety, Ioss ot Memory, Pains In Back and Hide, and diseases that lead to consumption. Insanity and an early grave. The Specific Medicine is being ttsed with wonderful success.

Pamphlets sent free to all. Write for them and get full particular*. Price of the Specific, tOW per package, or six packages for 95.00. Address all oraers to

J. B.HIMP40N MEDICINE COMM and 10« Main St., Buflhlo, N. Y,tT Sold In Terre Haute by Groves A Lowry

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The Arandel Tinted Spectacles ForttMNfiar and core of S* Mm, Weak and Falling Siglit, Enabling the wearer to read snd work either by day or night, with perfect ease and comfort. Protecled by letter* of patent granted by the government of tbe united a ntates. England and the United Kingdom,

For sale by

S. R. FREEMAN, Agent.

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a week In joor own town. Terms and $5 outfit flee. Address H/HALLK1T 00s Portland Maine.