Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 30, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 January 1880 — Page 2

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TERRE HAUTE, JAN. 24,1880

MAUD MULLER.

Maud Mailer on a Winter's day, Went oat upon the ice to play. Beneath her Derby gleamed her locks Of red banged hair, and her erimson sooks -She straddled about from ten to two And then a hole in tjie ice fell through. On the bottom of the pond she sat, As wet and mad as a half drowned rat. A man with a hickory pole went there, And fished her out by ht auburn hair. And then her mother thumped her well, Though Just how hard Miss Maud won't

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And hang her over a stovepipe to dry, With a thumb in her mouth, a fist in her *9 eye,"*£*~" "p* Alas for the maiden AJas for the hole! And 'rah for the mail with the hickory pole! rv ^i ZX^L, A For the truest words of tongue or Are '"A skating girl's like a head hen."

ANYTHING FOR A CHANGE.

Whistle as semethlngold, you know Pucker your lips with the old time twist, And whistle the jigs of the long ago,

Or the old hornpipes that used to twist— ,f Home old, old tune thatwe oft averred Was a little the oldest thing we'd heard

Sine3 'the bob tailed nag was afrtoKy colt" In the babbling days of old "Ben Bolt."

Whistle us something old and graySome tootnless tune of the bygone yearsSome bald old tune that limps to-day,

With a walking stick, this vale of tears, Whistle a stave of the good old days Ere the fur stood up in a thousand ways

On the listener's pelt as he ripped and tore, And diddle-dee-l-lank-blanked "Pinafore

A WARNING.

A lady named Mary Muguiah Had trouble In lighting the fi ah The wood being green,

She used kerosene— (r'ause. Then continue solemnly)

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bhe has gone where the fuel is drl-ah.

THE WHITE MARE

Frank Wilkeson, in the Argonaut. In the valley, about six miles above the forks of the Teton River, in northern Montana, is the Blackfoot Indian Agency. A high stockade of split logs standing on end, deeply sunk in the earth, encloses about two acres of ground. Heavy gates, opening outward sway harshly on great iron hinges. They keep the Indiana out o' nights. A Low log buildings, covered with earth, are scattered along the stockade. A well of water is in the center of the enclosure, couple of sand hill cranes stood ex-

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at the well, waiting patiently a thirsty man to draw water. A white tailed deer, with a broad blue ribbon on her neck, walked daintily around. Her cool black muzzle, studdod with drops of dew, brilliant in the slanting rays of the rising sun, was slily thrust into my hand, giving me a slight shock of surprise. By the stables stood a cow moose, standing so awkwardly with crooked legs and humped back, and the pendulous lip which Mark Twain calls "the Hapsburg," that her

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ugliness excited my pity. A moose calf—her miniature in uglinessstood stupidly at her side. Standing at the well, facing the grand Rocky Mountain Range, I drew a bucket of water. Drinking deeply, repulsing the while the advances ot the female crane with my moccasined foot, I got the reward of all men who reject the advances of the tender sex, and was soon engaged in re-

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pelling a furious attack on me by the legged twain. The attack was fierce. Their long, hard bills, clashed viciously as they scornfully scolded me, and I was on the point of beating a disgraceful retreat, when I heard, "Ho, Frank come have a mouthful of whiskey!" Recognizing the voice, I gladly left the cranes in undisputed possession of the water bucket, and walked across the parade to the store of the fur company.

Bidding Burr "Good morning" I declined the whiskey on grounds unnecessary to state; yet the barrel had a yellow head, and—and—well, I knew the tap. I sat and talked to Burr, who was in charge of this extensive store, and before breakfast be went over it with the. A curious stock: Everything you could not find in an Eastern country store was here. As we walked he 'explained the business to mo. Allur"ing? Not at all. He, looking at his watch, said: "We have yet time before breakfast to look at my mare

Tbo sudden change in the expression of the voice, the softening of the eyes, as this hard Indian trader spoke of his horse, excited my curiosity, and I went with him. He took me to a low log stable, the chinks carefully mudded, the open shutter and door well made and carefully fitted, so as to exclude the buffalo gnats In season. A few short, heavy chains, stretching from post to post, kept the horse in and the other animals out. With breast pushing against the topmost chain, with her handsome broad head thrust out, and alert ears cocked forward, stood a snow white mare. She was looking at the moose with a surprised expression on her face, as much as to say: "Well, you have not grown handsome during the night." Burr whistled, and with a joyful neigh the mare turned her head toward turn and bade him welcome. The greeting between man and animal was almost tender. The mare rubbed her nose gently against his breast, and the man stood softly stroking her delicate neck. Unlocking the chains, they dropped. Burr walked toward the well. The mare, with dainty steps, arched neck, and flecking tail, followed behind him, or, caressingly advancing to his side, rubbed her body against his, as though the mere contact with the man was grateful to her. His arm, it seemed to me, instinctively lifted and dropped across her neck.

The two walked on together, unconscious of any incongruity. A bucket of water stood at the well. The high bred cr eature smelt of it, and detecting my

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drink after me. Emptying the bucket, Burr drew another, and of this the mare drank slowly, her white face gradually sinking into the shallow vessel. All across the parade on the return to the stable, the love scene was re-enacted. As they passed me the mare showed her aversion to a stranger by laying back her ears and thrusting out her white toothed muzzle toward me In a vicious manner, causing me to step hastily back. They pass into the darkness of the stable. Burr comes out with a bucket, puts up the topmost chain, and

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goes after barley. The mare, with out stretched head,"looks out after him with kind eyes. Again she saw me, and with wide opened mouth reached around the post to pay me the attentions of her dislike. Returning to the stable with a full bucket of barley, Burr passed In. I heard him poor the grain into the feed box: I heard him speak to the mare as his "dear girl," and I heard him—kiss her.

A singular gentleness had come over this hard man, steeled to human suffering and woe, whose business it was to poverish Indians, to destroy their morals, to brutify them with the devil alcohol. He sat at the breakfast table, silently thinking, with his antelope steaks and trout untasted before him. Watching the softened face, I wondered what was the story. So I asked: "Burr, why do you love that white mare so?" He do looked kindly at me, and, with a sad smile, replied: "To-night, after the men

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are in bed, I will tell you the story."

Then briskly: "Frank, this is not business. Eat, my dear boy, then clear out and fish or hunt. You will find some fool hens in the big willow thicket about five miles below here. I saw them the other day. Shoot some. To-night we will have a feast, and I will open my two last bottles of sherry, and we will talk." His face hardened. The cold, deadly look returned to the gray eyes, and our breakfast was soon finished.

Shouldering my rifle, I stepped out of the stockade and slowly walked down the valley. On the distant hillsides antelope grazed down the valley before me I could see a few deer running for cover to the willows by the stream. Now and then a grouse rose before toe and flew rapidly away. Resisting all temptation to shoot at anything, I walked steadily on. Climbing a hill, I sat on a rock and musingly gazed at the vast plains to the northeast, at the foothills of the range, and at the rugged, rocky range beyond. I love the Rocky Mountains, and never tire of their face. I wasted hours In looking and- in thinking of the many tales I had heard of the range. When the sun was high above me I started for the willows. There I neatly shot the heads off of six grouse Then jointing a light trout pole, I whipped the clear pools of the south fork of the Teton, and was soon rewarded by a string of fine half pound trout. Then came the pleasant walk back through the cool, dry air, and over the crispy grass of the north. What a luxury was in the valley of the Teton I turned my spoils over to the smiling Indian woman who acted as cook for Burr. The rest of the day I spent on horseback, running antelope with a lot of half blood Indians. At eight o'clock supper was served and eaten. The sherry was brought out, and I scattered on the table a handful, my last, of Rosa Conchas that had never paid duty, and as we sat smoking Burr told me this story: "In the fall of 1868 I thought it might be profitable to start a trading post in the Yellowstone Valley. Learning from the Blackfeet that the Sioux were camped on the south side of the river, I determined to ride over and see what arrangements I could make with them. I crossed the Belt Mountains, and, riding down the valley, was soon at their camp, I on the north side of the river, they on the south. I sat on my horse and hailed the camp. No answer. I cauld see plenty of Indians walking about, and again I hailed. No answer. I shouted myself hoarse, and the only notice taken of me was by an old buck, who walked to the riyer bank, looked at me, made an insulting gesture and slowly walked off. I went there to trade, and, having got angry at the teatment though I knew that I ought to leave the valley at once, I, like a fool, resolved to cross the stream and brave the danger. So I forded and rode into the camp. I spoke to no one no one spoke to me. The sullen braves turned their backs on me as I rode up the street. The young girls looked curiously at me. Riding slowly along, I cooled rapidly. I saw that I was not wanted, and I at last fully realized that I was in danger. I did not dare to ride to the south, out of the camp, nor did I have the courage to attempt to recross the river. "Before me stood a great tent made of buffalo skins. It was the largest I had ever seen. I halted, dismounted, and stood silently at my horse's head. No one noticed me. Indians went past me, apparently not seeing me. At last a young woman came and stood before me. Looking right into my eyes she said: 'What do you want I looked her coldly in the face and made no reply. Smiling, she asked: 'What brings you here?' Steadily I gazed into her eyes and was voiceless. She left me and disappeared into the great lodge. Soon an Indian warrior in full paint, with bow and strung arrow in his hands, came to me. Speaking Blackfoot, he said: Why are you in this camp?' To him I replied: "I wish to trade with you.' More men came. They took my horse, and seizing hold of my arm they led me into the great lodge. Here I was seated and a council was held. I sat and listened to them talk of what it was best to do with so presumptuous a white man. Some were in favor of trading. The large majority of the Indians were In favor of torturing me. It was soon decided that I should be tortured and they sat and discussed the many methods. After a two days' talk it was decided to burn me. I was in a strange condition mentally. I would listen to a plan of torture as though it was some other man they were talking about and I would comment to myself on that plan as giving the chap bat little chance for his life. But when the dusky brave who talked Blackfoot, told me that I was to die by fire the next day, I understood perfectly that I was the man they had been talking about, and I replied

had been I know it.'

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they asked if I had understood all the

talk. 'Yes I had.' 'Then why not answer the maiden when she spoke to

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on 'I came, not to talk to squaws, to trade with men.' No use I could do nothing by soft talk, and having played my hand, finally resigned myself to my fate. "I noticed that the girl .who had first spoken to me in front of the lodge was watching me. She would quickly glance at me, and then drop her eyes on the buckskin shirt she was embroidering with Crow hair. Several times I noticed this, and once I replied with a smile. The lodge emptied. All were gone except the girl. She quickly came to my side, apparently to refold some buffalo robes, and in a whisper said: 'You are to die to-morrow. To-night I will have the best horse in the camp saddled and standing outside of the lodge. I will have the tent cut from the outside. You jump through, mount, and ride for your lite. You may escape. You will burn if you stay.' Then, with smile, 'The mare is mine. She is the fastest animal in the valley of the Yellowstone. I give her to you. 8he left me, and quickly resumed her work. As she wove the hair of many Crow scalp locks into the shirt I sat looking at her thankfully. She never looked at me again. Aa I saw a chance for my life my heart beat so loudly that I thought it would be heard. I calmed my face and waited. I ate fairly of supper. I smoked a pipe. All were very kind

and attentive to me. Night wi passing away, and still the Indiana lingered, looking at the mnn they wen to burn on the morrow. I leaned against the teat to rest myself, wliei I felt a hand gently pushing me forwtrd. Sitting whistling, I lelt the point ot a knife eome through a»id strike my ne^k. I did not flinch Icon id f:-el t|ie blood trickle down my bauk. 1 could feel the knife carefully drawn down until it bit the ground. Still whirling, I waited, my heart thumping, tny blood on fire— waited a minute to give who ever cut the tent time to esoup» Tben'grasping mybeartitml n«?rve» tor a»« instant, I gathered myself, and turned balk ward through ihe opening. Instantly jumping to my feet, vaulted into the saddle that wan on the back of the white horse that stood there, and in the midst ol yells, ride s'.ots, and a pack of howling dogs, we rushed out of tbo camp It seemed to me as though a thousand horsemen were in pursuit of me instantly. Wo galloped up the river to a bend 1 had seen. Dishing in, we forded it under a fire that made the water boil around us, and were out of water, and on the level land to the north of the river, belore any of the Sioux were half way across. Strikiug the trail to the Bozsman Pass, I took it, and knowing it, pushed boldly ou, ftnd though hotly

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ray horse outlasted theirs, and

escaped. I never drew rein uqtil I dismounted to the west of the pass. The girl saved me. With any other horse I should have been recaptured and burnt. I have not got the girl. The love I have tor her the mare has instead. I returned to my post, and made no trade in the Yellowstone that year. "Again. Lvst winter the snow was on the ground in January, and foft three days I had been huueing or running antelope. The sun was very brig.-it, ana my eyes hurt me.

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL

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about little chains with small links were constantly before me. My eyes burned smartly when I returned to the agency. Daily while hunting I had seen the low black clouds in the north that indicate the formation or marshalling of the winds of the frozen north. Daily the south wind swept them beyond the northern horizon but the next morning found them looming portentously in the northern sky. On my return to the agency I found a runner had just got in from Belly River, in British America, with important news for me. It was necessary that I should go np at once. I started the next morning, my eyes hurt dreadfully. "I always go to the Belly River, when the snow is on the ground, by the way of, the Sweet Grass Hills, and there I camp one night. One side of the hills is always bare of snow, and there is a spring of good water on the northern side of the centre hill. A strong south wind was. blowing when I started, but by noon" I saw the clouds to the north suddenly rise up. I knew that the marshalling of the north winds was completed and that they were eager for the assault on the soft south wind. On came the black cloud. The south wind still blew fiercely.,, but it could not stem the assault from the arctic region. Birds flew south before the storm; antelope and deer were running for shelter. I had reached my camping ground, and stood looking far off to the north, seeing the landmarks disappear one by one as the head of the 'blizzard' reached them and shrouded them in its icy breath. A calm-- then with a mighty rush and a loud noise, the head of the 'blizzard' swept past me. The air was filled with particles

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that cut through almost horizontally, and seemed as if they would never fall. Colder, ever colder, grew, denser the air as the ice particles continued. sought shelter in the rocks. Buckling the clothing on the mare I turned her, loose, knowing that she would not leave me. I lay down on my blankets, wrapping my beaver cloak around me, I tried to sleep. I began thinking and could not sleep. The buffalo had not come south that winter, and the wolves were gaunt and hungry. As they follow a horseman over the plains in the summer, so they do in the winter, only more of them, and those great, gaunt faminebreeders, the gray and black ones, go in largely increased numbers. I had had a pack of them at my heels all day, and now they cropped up in my thoughts. "Finally I slept. When I awoke it was dark. Holding up my naked hand, I felt the icy sweat of the 'blizzard' strike sharply against it. The roar of the wind still continued. I waited, it seemed to me, for hours, when I suddenly felt my mare paw my breast. I spoke kindly to her saying she had made a mistake, Soon she pawed me again, and I arose to find that all was dark, that I could not see the white mare. Alarmed, I struck a match under my cloak and looked down to see the blaze. I saw nothing, but the match burned my fingers. With a desolating despondency I realized the fact that the glare of the snow encountered for the past few days had rendered me snow-blind that I was fifty miles from the nearest house,unable to see that a furious storm was raging. "Stupid, almost wild with horror, I thought I could hear the sniffling of tbe wolves, and the soft patter of their feet below the wild shriek of the arctic wind. I was simply benumbed with terror. The mare recalled me to myself by rubbing her cold muzzle against my face. She saw that something was wrong with me, but what she could not comprehend. I resolved to saddle ber, to feed her, and after she ate, to mount and let her take her own course. So I fed her the remaining measure of barley, and waited for her to eat. Then I saddled up, and without bridling, mounted, and wrapping my cloak around me, sat steadily in the saddle, awaiting the frisky action of the high strung animal. She stood bling until I told her to go. Then I felt her turn until the ice drops struck me obliquely on my right side and back, and she rapidly walked off. Not a motion or a movement did she make to discompose my seat. Wrapped in my cloak, with hood drawn over my face. warm and encouraged with hope, I patiently sat on the horse. I could now hear the snarling of the wolves, and my only fear was that they, rendered desperate by hunger, might attack the mare. I dismissed the thought—would not think of it. If they did attack us we were lost; if they did not, I thought we were safe. All day the 'blizzard' raged and tore icily around and on us. The mare walked rapidly or cantered slowly on. It seemed to me that we had been traveling for days, for weeks even, when the mare stopped and neighed loudly. Reaching forward, I felt the rough stockade; dismounting, I felt the hinges of the gate. Loudly I called. Then I took my rifle from the saddle, and rapidly I handled the cartridges into it. At last a sleepy voice from the inside called 'whose there?' I answered, 'Burr and I am dead snow blind. Come to me.' They came and I was saved—saved for tbe second time by the white mare. Do you wonder that I, not having the Sioux maiden, love her mare.

I sat by the bright fire, with my feet high on on a stool, and did not answer— simply sat and smoked, and thought of the girl, of the man, of the mare. Leaving me thinking, Burr went to sleep in his chair with a softened face.

ROMANCE OF THE FRONTIER.

ILL-ASSORTED PAIR, BUT LOVE RULED THE COURT. JK.V

Leadvllle Herald.

She was a little thing, with large luminous eyes that, lighting up her face rendered positively attractive a face that would otherwise be passed In a crowd without a second glance, and a wealth of coal black hair neatly arrang. ed, except a single heavy lock, that by its own woight had escaped from its fastenings

She seemed half frightened at her position, and her dark cheeks and forehead flushed to the roots of her hair as sho stepped into the little room where tbe squire sat dispensing justice. She seemed not over sixteen, and her modesty was apparent in every attitude, as she stood with folded hands waiting the commencement of further proceedings.

Her companion was a grizzled, awkward looking man, apparently 52 years of age, with an ugly scar stretching from the inner point of the left eye, across his cheek nearly to the point of his chin, describing an arc, which bad left a wide track bare of an otherwise luxuriant growth of gray whiskers. Hair matted and growing low down on bis forehead, togetber with tbe distortion of his eye, occasioned by tbe soar, gave bis countenance a sinister leer, positively repulsive.

The ill assorted pair Btood for a moment while his honor disposed of some ipers before bim, tbe man fumbling a orn out felt hat, while the girl nervously twisted her fingers. As the justice turned towards tbem expectantly, the mao stepped to the desk, and leaning toward his honor, said in a confidential, husky whisper: "Squire, you marry people, I suppose."

The official nodded.- ,\ "Well, I reckon I can give you a little job this morning." "Who are the parties?" •JThis little gal bene, an' pae-"

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ouabis spectacles, and deliberately sur•eyied the na,an from head to foot. His inspection finished he turned to the girl, whose blusbes under his earnest, enquiring gaze, chased each other over neck, cheeks and forehead, until she was one glow of burning color. "See here, my man," said the squire, "come into my private room for a moment. Take a seat, miss."

Leading the way to the inner room, his honor closed the door and turned 'fiercely upon his companion: "Ain't you ashamed of yourself, you old scoundrel, to come here expecting me to marry you to a child like that?" "Now don't get hot, squire. 1 know I ain't much to look at. I've been told since I was a kid, and this beauty spot," touching the scar, "an't much of an improvement. An' it's all along o' this scar that this 'ere circumstance come pboit. This was the way of it: You see, what with being so ugly and awkward and"* all that, I ain't been tbe bestjnan in the world. I never harmed anybody, but I generally kept pretty full, and if I got any ahead, why it all went iu a few days lor liquor and so I traveled around, and was never anything but a vagabond. Well, last spring I struck the camp an' saw men makin' 'money, and after a big drunk found niyselfcwithout a cent. Tbis ain't no place foiya man when he's dead broke, an' I tumbled to myself, an' chopped short. I .worked a month in the little Pittsburgh ever got drunk once, an' then I iy money and laid in two month's m' w.ent up to South Evans an' trnhfrg claim. There's where I first met Kitty, out there. Her father had the next claim to mine, au' she kept house for him, and we got kinder neighborly like.. When I got broke I was down forty feet an' the hole looked good. I worked for the Little Chief a month then, and then went at it again. All that time I didn't drink a drop. The second day after I went back to the hole Kitty's father sickened, and in three days he was dead. Me an' two or three others did all we could for the girl, but there wasn't many of us up there then, an' we was all poor, an' she had no money to get away with. So I just moved my grub over to her oabln, an' told ber that if she'd do my cookin', an' I struck It I'd share even with her. She coulda't do anything else, poor thing, an' so I went on to working, and in a month I got it. Of course I felt good, an' if I'd been broke it woald have been all right. But I had a couple of dollars and I came to town, an' when the money was all gone I was too drunk to go to that little gal, and because I knew sbe'd oome over to my cabin to call me to supper, I thought I'd go down the shaft and sleep It off. But a drunken man can't calculate, you know, an' after I'd let the rope down an' fastened it, I went to slide down the rope an' touched the bucket, which was on the edge of the bole, an' it came down on my face, an' lett tbis scar. I don't know how I got down the rope but I know that when I got down I couldn't get up, an' I laid there without knowia' nothing, and when I came to it was morning, an' there was that little girl's face looking down the shaft. I thought it was an angel, an' kinder swooned off again, an' the next thing I knew some one was tying the rope around under my arms.an' blessed if it wasn't that little gal. When she got through she just shinned up the rope and btsted me op herself. 1 don't know bow she did it, but she got me out an' nussed me, an' I'm well. I sold my hole yesterday, an' got enough to keep us both comfortable, an' I've got used to her, and don't know bow to get along without her, an* so we want to get married, an' that's tbe long au' short of it." "Bat there's suoh a difference in your ages," "Not so much, sqnire," said tbe man with a movement of the eye that would have been a wink, had a wink been possible. "She's 25 and I'm 52—the

Bame figures, you know." "But is the girl entirely willing." "You can ask her," and as tbe old man spoke, tbe door opened, and tbe girl, who had become impatient at the long conference, walked in. •'There's nothing wrong about tbis, judge." she broke out. "Im' turning 25, and my own mistress, and JHte is tbe kindest, best man in tbe world, and I love bim, and though he don't say much I know be loves me, and we've got 920,000, and we're going to get married, unless," and here she broke down in a sob, "unless he changes bis mind." "I never change my mind, Kitty," mid the old man, drawing her toward him.

In a few minutes man and wife went out of the office, and the squire, with a gratified smile, pocketed tbe best fee he had received for a month.

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the Kidney*Wort advertisement in another col am, and it will explain to yon the rational method of getting well-Kidney-Wort will save yon more doctor's bills than any other medicine known. Acting with specific energy on Ihe Kidneys and Liver, it cures the wont disease* caused by their derangement. Use it at once.

OLD HORSESHOES.

THE LUCK THAT FOLLOWED J!*NEW YORK MAN AiTTER HE FOUND ONE.

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now"sald Mr.|?atterson to his friend Mr. Johnson, in the Fifth Avenue hotel barber shop, last Monday afternoon. "I met an elegantly dressed lady carrying in her hand an old horseshoe covered with mud. I presume she had just found it, and was carrying it home for good luck." "Good lack!" replied Mr. Johnson "don't talk to me about old horseshoes and good luck. About a month ago my wife and I were returning from church one Sunday, when, just in front of the new Romau Catbolio cathedrel in Fiftieth street, a horse, which was being driven at a lively gait, threw a shoe, and it went ringing along tbe pavement. 'Go get that shoe,' said my wife, 'and we will keep it for good luck.' I picked it up. utterly ruining one of my gloves in doing so, as it was covered with mud. This I was going to wipe off on tbe curb, but my wile cried out, 'Oh, don't do that, for li you do, you will wipe out all your luck. So I lugged the old thing all the way home, and over the door we hung it, mud and all. Tbe next morning I went down to the store, wondering what my first streak of good luck would be. Before night I had a misunderstanding with my employer—with whom I have been for several years—we both got hot, and the result was that he gave me notice that, after the first of next January, he would dispense with my services. A few days afterward my wife went to do a little shopping, an^ leather pocket-pook containing all th money we had been saving for a long tiijy to frfnand. for holiday presents ana amusements. In fact, for about two weeds'" everything seemed to go against..*me, and I was in hot water all the time. Finally, I said to my wife one day, that I believed it was that confounded old horseshoe that was to blame for it all, and that I was bound to take it down and. vut it back in the street, just where I found it, and so I did. Tbe very next morning my employer sent for me to come and see*him in his private office. He said be had been mistaken in the matter about which we differed, apologized for what he bad said, hoped there would be no hard feelings about it, and wound up by engaging me for another year at an increased salary. I went home that night feeling better natured than I had for weeks. I told my wife of my good luck, and then she took from ber pocket a letter which she had received from her father, notifying her that he was going to send her a check for $500 for a Christmas present. In fact, I have had only good luck since I threw away that old horseshoe. They may bring luck to some folks, but my wile and I don't want any more horseshoes in ours, you bet."

HYMN SINGING. Troy Times.

Hymn singing is not always appropriate to occasions, and leaners often make singular selections. A minister preached a solemn sermon on the judgement, and gave out at the close: "That awful day will surely come." which the choir sang to the lively air of Coronation, "Brother," said the preacher to the chorister in tbe vestibule, "why dinn't you sing Yankee Doodle?" At an immersion baptism on tbe bank of a river, as each candidate male or female, emerged dripping from toe water the people interjected the favorite revivalist chorus. "They look like men in uniform,.,

They look like men of war," At a protracted meeting one of the hardest families In the vicinity by name Ransom, were persuaded to go to tbe front as subjects for prayer. Tbe rejoicing people shouted lustily in prospect of a half a dozen much needed conversions "The year of jubilee is come,

Return ye ransomed sinners home." This made old Ransom mad. He took it as a personal insult, got up from his knees and took his bedraggled betterhalf by the arm, saying aloud: "Come on, old woman, they don't want the like of us here come on, boys and gals." and led the whole tribe out of church in a flaming dudgeon! An English leader set the advent nymn "Christ the Lord is risen to-day—hallelujah!" to the Tyrolese waltz, and a southern camp meeting Christian sung "When I can read my title clear," to tbe minstrel melody "Walt for the wagon and we'll all take a ride!"

THE IDEAL SMOKER. New Haven Register. 'Tis a delight to watch him. Lazily leaning back in bis cbair, witb bis feet on the table, be gently draws into his system the fragrant aromatic smoke, and removing his cigar carefully from his mouth, lest tbe white ashes should fall, he blows into tbe air a succession of vaporous circles, watching them float lor a scond, expand and Dreak into ethereal blue. He sees in them bright visions, satisfying day dreams, and he again inhales from his brown Havana the gentle narcotic that soothes his nerves and gives him unbounded rest from business cares. If we could be sure of enjoying a cigar as this man does, we'd learn to smoke before night, if it laid UB on a bed of sickness for a week. _______

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Did you ever know any person to be ill, without inaction of the stomach, Liver or kidneys or did you ever know one who was well when either was obstracted or Inactive and did vou ever know or hear of any case that Hop Bitters .wonld not care. Ask yoar neighbor tbis same question.

Rccut Dlseoverie*

Tbe discoveries and inventions of the past few years have been among tbe most remarkable in tbe history of the world, and finest among those for tbe removal of disease are Warner's Safe. Kidney and Liver Cure. Safe Diabetes Cure, Safe Bitters, Safe Tonic, Safe Pills and Safe Nervine.

Is It Lard or Batter*

Wby will our farmers persist in flooding tbe market witb such quantities of white, lardy looking butter, wben they can, by the use of Wells, Richardson «fc Go's Perfected Butter Color, make it of tbe goldon color of Jane, the year round. Any butter buyer will tell you that sucbaeolor will make a differnce of from thie? to six cents per pound.

Few of the Ills of Life

Are more prevalent or distressing than billocs disorders, The symptoms are low, spirits, want of energy, restlessness, headache, no appetite, sallow skin, oostlyeness, and other ailments which show the liver is In a diseased state and needs reguUtingjand he] Tar the liver and pimples and all eruptions, leaving tbe complexlon fair and as o-esh as In youth. Price fair and cents a box of thirty pills for tLOO. Sold by Buntin Terre Haute.

or five boxes A Armstrong,

How to Get Well.

Thousands of persons are constantly troubled with a combination of diseases^. Diseased Kidneys and costive bowls are their tormentors. They sbonld know that Kidney-Wort acts on these organs-

a'same

time, causing them to throw

off the poisons that havquologged them*, and so renewing the whol&aian. Hunadreds testify to this.

Itching1 Piles, Mew Haven Testimony ••WOULD NOT TAKE 110 F(1* HALF A BOX." T»r. Swayne E Sons, Dear SirsI have suffered for twenty-live years from Itching Piles and consulted many physicians and used many remedies, but 1 found no permanent relief until I procured your AllHealing Olntmet, as also a neighbor of mine has used it with the samu happy result, and says that he has got half a box, left, and for fear it might trouble him again! he would not take 810 for it, if he could not ,V ,, get more. I deem It my duty to give thistestimonial, notso much lor your benefit as* for the good of suffering humanity. S

Yours respectfully, (JKORGK SIMPSON, 80 Asylum St., New Haven, Conn, owayne's Ointment is also a specific fo tetter, itch, salt rheum, scald heau, erysipelas, barber's ltcji, blotches, all scaly, cm ty, cutaneous eruptions. Price 5oo, three boxesu 81.25. S9nt by mall to any address on receipt of price, in currency or 3c stamps. Prepared oy Dr. Swayne A Son, Philadel phia. Sold by Buntin & Armstrong, Terre Haute. it Take Warning.

Directly around each bronchial tubcP where it enters the lungs, are aboat 20,000minute air cells—in the entire lungs GOO,-? 00(1.000. A slight cold producing bronchial^ inflamBD atlon, a gathering of pnlegm andL a slight difficulty in breathing, quiokly involves the 20.000 air cells, and finally, if not remedied, the whole 600,000,000 becomes clogged with pus, which must be healed, or life will soon terminate. The world's great, lung remedy, DR. KINO'S NEW DISCOVERT for consumption, readily heals and permanently cures the very worst case of lung diseases, coughs, colds, tickling in the throat, qsthma, hoarseness, andaifficulty of breathing, in tne shortest time po^slble^ Trial bottles ten cents. Porsale by Uullck| & Berry, Terre Haute, Ind.

Alarming Symplons.

A cough or a cold, if not promptly at-* tended.to, may result In an incurable lung disease. For all diseases of the throat, breast and lungs, bronchial or asthmatic affections, Dr. Swayne's Compound Syrup of Wild Cherry is a pleasant and sure cure. The oldest and best remedy, It promotesexpectoration and removes all diseased matter which obstructs the lungs, the ulceration is healed, and the sufferer is restored to perfect health. Trial bottles 25cj largesiz3$l. If the bowels are costive, or liver disordered, take first a few doses of Drl Swayne's Tar and Sarsaparllla Pills, whioh will evacuate the bowels, and is of vitafr importance, relieve theconsrested liver, and' remove all biliousness. These valuable remedies are sold at the leading drug stores, or cau bo had by writing to Dr. Swayno & Son, Philadelphia. Hold by Buntin & Arm* strong, Terre Haute.

An Old Physician's Advice Coughs, colds, asthma, and other pulmonary affections should be looked to and promptly treated in time, and thus all serious results may be avoided, and for this purpose we know of no better remedy than Dr. Swayne's Compound Syrup of Wild Cherry. The first dose gives relief, and itis sure to cure the worst cough or cold in a very short time. Try a 25 cent bottle ana be convinced, and you will thus avoid a doctor's bill, and most likely a serious spell of sickness. Price 25 cents and 81.01) per bottle, or six bottles for $5. The larra size is themost economical. Prepared only by Dr Swayne & Son, 330 north Sixth street* Philadelphia. Sold by all prominent druggists. Buntin & Armstrong, Terre Haute.

Is Yoar Hair Falling Oat or Tnrn» ing Gray? "London Hiyir Color Restorer," the moat cleanly and delightful article ever Introduced to the American people. It is totally different from all others, not sticky or gummy and free 1-rom all Impure ingredients that render many other preparations obnoxious. It thickens thin hair, restores gray hair, gives It new llfo, cures dandruff* causing the hai^o grow where It has fallen off or become tuln, does not soitor staltk anything, and is so perfectly and elegantly prepared as to make it a lasting hair dress* ing and toilet luxury London Hair Color Restorer is sold by all druggists, at 75 cents a bottle, or six bottles lor $1. Buntin A Armstrong, Terre Haute.

BROWN'S

EXPECTORANT

The old reliable remedy for all Throat and Lung Diseases, Is a scientific preparation, compounded from the formula of one of the moBt successful practitioners in tho Western country. It has 6tood the tost foij. the last twenty years and will effect a cum: after all other cough remedies have failed

READ THE FOLLOWING. HALL or REPRESENTATIVES, 1 INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Feb.

15,1871.

DB. J. H. BROWN—We have used your "Brown's Expectorant" and take pleasure In saying that it is the best medicine for coughs, colds, hoarseness, and cheerftilly recommend it to all who may be troubled with Throat and Lung affections.

WM MACK, Speaker House of Rep. ZENOB, Rep Harrison county. 8 CAUTMOBN, Kep Knox county.

MONTGOMERY, Rep Johnson county, TABLTON, Rep Johnson counties.

and Morgan fJZL

SCTTELL, Doerkeeper House of Rep. N WABKUM, Rep Hanoock county. ABBOTT,Rep Bartholomew county E CALKINS, Rep Fulton county. JNO W COPNEB, Rep Montgomery county# W O NEFF, Rep Putnam county.

IT ACTS LIKE MAGIC. 1 OFFICE J. M. AND I. R. R. OP., 1 JEFFERSONVILLE, Ind., April 6,1871.) DB. J. H. BROWN—Having suffered with a severe cough for some time past, I was induced to try one bottle of your "Brown'o Expectorant." I unhesitatingly say I found it pleasant lo the taste, and to act 0 like magic. A few doses done the work for I the cough, and I am well. 1

DILLABD RICKBTTS,

lim-Mvaiii President J. M. and l. B. H»

READ WHAT OEN. KIMBALL SAYS. ,£ INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Dec. 20,18®0. 1 DR. J. H. BROWN—After having used youi* "Expectorant Syrup" long enough to know and appreciate Its good qualities, I can cheerfully bear testimony to its uniform success ia curing the most obstinate case® of coughs, colds, etc. I have frequently administered the "Expectorant" to my children, and always found it the very bMt aa well as the most pleasant remedy of Its kind

NATHAN KIMBALL, Treasurer of State. WHAT A CASE OF CONSUMPTION BAYSDavid A. Sands, of Darlington, Monteomery county,says: "My wife has been amieU ed with consumption for anumberof y®artj .and during that time has tried most all of The medicines recommended tor that disease without affording any relief. I was

Induced by the recommendations of Dr. Park, druggist at Darlington, to try 'Brown's Expectorant Syrup,' ana I am now happy to say that my wife is so much improved 1 am confident it will entirely restore her

health by its continued use.'r IT CURES BRONCHITIS. ^EDINBURGH, Ind., August 28,1871.

This in to certify that I have used Brown 1s Expectorant in my family since its first introduction. It has never failed to give entire satisfaction. My wife is subject to/ bronchitis, and I fave fouad no remedyf equal to "Brown's Expectorant." I recomm«°l" D,

Brown's Expectorant^

18 FOB SALE BY ALL DRUG0*ST8.

A. KfEFER

INDIANAPOLIS.

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