Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 36, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 March 1880 — Page 2

THE MAIL

PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, MARCH 6,1880

EE NEVER TOLD A LIE.

I saw him standing in the crowd— A comely youth, and fair! There was a brightness In his eye,

A glory in nls hair! I saw his comrades gaze on him--His comraoes standing by I heard them whisper each to each, "He never told a lie!"

I looked in wonder on that boy, As he stood there, so yoang To think that never an untruth

Was uttered by his tongue. I thought of all the boys I'd known— Myself among the fry—

Lnukn And knew of none that one could say: "He never told a lie!"

I gazed upon that youth with awe That did enchain me long I had not seen a boy before

So perfect and so strong, And with a something of regret I wished that he was I. Sc they might look at me and say "He never told a lie!" I thought of questions very hard

For boys to answer right: "How did you tear those pantaloons?" "My son what caused the light?"

Who left the gate ajar last nlKht "Who bit the pumpkin pie?T' What boy could answer all of these,

And never tell a lie

I proudly took him by th« hand, My words-with praise were rife I blessed that boy wbo never told

A falsehood in his life I told him I was proud of him. A fellow standing by Informed me that that boy wax dumb

VVho never told a lie

From the Novelist.

JoellA

—OR, THE—

A TALE OF THE LUMBER REGION.

BY MORRIS REDWING. Author of "Blind Nell."

CHAPTER I. THE TRAMP.

"Ola." The young girl who stood at the sink in the'low, hot kitchen of Simon Gaylord's large, wood colored mansion, started suddenly as her name was uttered sharply, almost at her elbow.

She turned, her large, blue eyes peering in startled questioning into the face of a tall, portly man, past middle age, who had entered the kitchen unannounced. "Ob, it's you, father," said thej girl in a tone of apparent relief. "The sound of your voice gave me such a start. When did you return?" "Not an hour ago. I met Craven Crawler at tho mill. He tells me that he has been here to see you, Ola," said the stout, red faced man, with a peculiar guttural intonation. "He spoke the truth once at least," returned the girl in a low tone, her blue eyes dropping before the gaze of her lather.

Simon Gaylord laid a thick, puffy hand on the girl's shoulder, a look of displeasure settling on his face. "Ola Rivers, you've acted the fool today."

Tho girl started out from under the heavy hand, a tinge of red dying her paid cheeks. The harsh insolent tone of the man cut to the quick.

Ola Rivers, was mild, pleasant mannered girl always, yet she had a fair share of spirit, and could not brook an insult. "Mr. Gaylord, this to me?" she cried, lier blue eyes dashing, forgetting in her anger to call him father as was her wont.

A sneer curled his sensual lips. "None of your high dudgeon, my girl, it won't go down with me/' he growled, sharply. "I repeat my words. You are a fool to rofuse Craven Brawler, a mau who loves you and would, raise you to the position of a lady." "Craven Brawler is nothing to me," retorted the girl. "1 did refuse him. I do not love him. I told him so plainly, I think he will have the good sense to cease his persecutions hereafter." "You think so, eh But I don't though, 1 have promised your hand to Mr. Brawler, and I intend to keep that promise to the letter. One would think you were a princess instead of a kitchen BirA to see the airs you put on. Cravens will call on you again this evening and you will receive hiiu kindly if you Know what's good for yourself," and with a pompous stride, Simon Gaylord passed irotu the hot kitchen into the airy hall, and soon entered the parlor.

Ola sank down on one of the cane bottomed chairs, the hot tears coming to her eves.

Her step father had never spoken so harshly to her before. Mrs. Gaylord, in the narrowness of her sordid, miserly nature, had kept Ola drudging like a slave in the kitchen ever since she had come to be mistress of tho Gaylord household.

As a governess, Ola respected, though she did not love Sybil Brawler as her step mother, the poor girl learned to despise and fear her.

Six years before, Simon Gaylord married the widow Rivers. For two voars alter, Ola was well pleased with her new life. Sybil Brawler was employed as governess soon after the marriage. Two years later Ola's mother died and the reins of household government were aelsted by the tall, harsh natured, schemkig Miss Brawler.

Six months after the funeral of Gaylord's wife, Sybil, the wily schemer, was placed at the head of the household as successor to Ola's mother.

Fr.vn that time, Ola was made to kuow her place, as her former governed expressed it, and even the respect that the young gtrl held for her governess.

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take her mother's place in that once kappv home. While Ola sat with bowed head and tear wet eyes, pouderlng on her trouble, the sound of a step struck her ear. She started up, to fiud a man standing on the step ot the kitchen door.

A stranger to her, the man stood reBpsetfolNy. cap In hand, mopping his heated brow with a red silk handkerchief. "As I cam® op the walk I noticed this doer open near the well. I am very thinty and came for a drink, please."

Brushing aside her tears. Ola placed the dipper in the strangers hand, her bine eyes watching him curiously as he walked to the well and drew a bucket of water.

The fellow was of medium size, dresaed in a cheap, well worn suit of Kentucky jean, his feet incased in heavy brocans. The cap that he held in his hand, as Be stood before her, was old and

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dingy, the visor torn away at one end and banging loosely. The youth, for he seemed scarcely twenty, shuffled out to the well as though it cost him .an effort to place one foot before the other.

After slaking his thirst, he came to the door, returning the dipper with a bow. "Thanks, Miss," he said, a faint smile touching his rather handsome face. "Thjs is Mr. Gaylord's place is it not?" "Yes. Do you wish to see him?",, "If not too much trouble." "Come this way*, please."

The travel stained youth followed through the kitchen, into the hall, and from this into the parlor at the front of the house.

The mill agent sat in a cushioned armchair, one foot elevated and quietly puffiag at a cigar.

Not far away sat the tall hatchet faced woman, with sallow complexion and piercing black eyee, the wife of the pompous Gaylord. "A gentleman to see you, father."

With this, Ola turned away, leaving the youthful stranger standing in the middle of the room, twirling his cap nervously.

Mrs. Gaylord peered at the new comer with something like a sneer upon her lips while her husband gave a puff from his cigar, and stared point blank into the young man's face. "This is Mr. Gaylord?" stammered the youth, evidently embarrassed in the presence of the great man. "Yes. What of it?" snapped the mill agent.

The youth sank into a chair and wiped his brow furiously with the sleeve of his coat*. "I've beard of you, Mr. Gaylord." ••Indeed!" "Yes. You're owner of an immense lumber factory that employs many hands." •'Hold on!" exclaimed Gaylord. "Thats piling it on a little too thick. I'm not the owner, but the manager of this property." "Oh!" "Who sent you here "Nobody. I came on my own hook. I want a job." "Indeea Well, I haven't anything for you, so you can travel."

A blank, hopeless look overspread the young man's face. "Oh, sir, if you only knew how I need work. I'm almost starving." "A tramp!" muttered Mrs. Gaylord, crushingly.

The mill agent puffed at his cigar once more. "What can you do he finally growled, anything but pleasantly. "Anything." "Can you chop

Blabs,

or pile lumber?"

"Yes, yes anything." Gaylord laughed inwardly. "Any fool could do that," he returned coldly. 'Sir!" 'You may remain until morning. Perhaps I may find something for you." '•Thank you, sir. You are very kind."

The "tramp" leaned back in his chair, straightened his legs, and drew a breath of evident relief.

Gavlord puffed away furiously. His wife frowned angrily upon the strange youth, and he returned her frown with a profound stare. "Simon, please Inform this person of the whereabouts of the men's shanty," said Sybil Gaylord, testily. "Yes," said the agent, "you will go to the mill boarding house until I send for you." "Then you don't board the men?" "Impudent tramp," muttered the lofty Mrs. Gaylord. "No, I don't board the men, my young friend. By the way, your name please." returned Gaylord, pompously. "Joseph Cross." "Well, Joe, you'll find the boarding house near the mill, just across the pond. I'll send for you when I want you."

Cross rose slowly to his feet casting a defiant look at the ill-tempered woman opposite. "I s'pose I must go, but I'm very hungry, and "We don't feed tramps here," snapped Mrs. Gaylord. "It's about dinner time, I thought perhaps "You'll find plenty to eat at the boarding bouse," growled the mill agent.

The youth turned and with a low bow, moved toward the door. He paused suddenly, and drew a sealed note from his pocket. "I came near forgetting," he said. "A note for you, Mr. Gaylord."

Handing the little package to the mill agent the youth bowed to Mrs. Gaylord, with mock politeness, and hurried from the room. "The impudent underling," snapped Madam Gaylord, angrily. "I'd advise you to have nothing to do with that low person, Simon. He's an ill-mannered piece, and will bring no good to us."

But the agent paid no attention to the ill-natured remark of his wife. He tore open the letter and perused it quickly.

MR. GAVLORD If convenient, I should be pleased to see you this evening at eight o'clock. Am stopping at the Elm House, I think you will understand the Importance of calling on.

Yours truly, DR. WBLLB. The puffy face of. the mill agent grew suddenly pale, his large hands trembling visibly, aud an audible oath fell from his lips. "What is the matter, Simon I declare, you're as pale as a ghost!" cried his wife. "Matter enough, Sybil. Dr. Wells is at tho Elm House." "Dr. Wells!"

A startled look shot into the woman'* face as she uttered the name. He placed tho note in his wife's hand.

She road it slowly, seeming little less agitated than her husband. "You will see him?" she finally questioned, looking up into the face of her husband. "See him! Of course. I must see him. I would not have the enmity of that man for a million dollars," was the mill agent's response.

CHAPTER II. DR. WELLS.

Sitnon Gaylord was punctual to the minute, and entered the barroom of the village tavern at eight, that evening, precisely. "Is Dr. Wells stopping hare?" he questioned of the clerk. "Dr. Wells Ah yes, I remember, the gentleman who came on the stage last evening. This way, Mr. Gaylord I'll show yon to his room."

The mill agent followed the clerk np one flight of stairs to the hall above. He paused at the third door from the bead of the stairs and rapped. "Come." said a strong, pleasant voice from witnin.

Simon Gaylord opened the doer and redf» ae

entei The room was small, and dimly lighted by an oil lamp placed on the little

stand near the window. A tall, boarded man roee to meet the visitor as he entered.

For a little time the two men stood face to fac© without speaking. A look of surprise overspread the countenance of Gaylord, and a sense of

He was nettled not a little

stranger's assurance.

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relief came to his heart. This was not the man he expected to see. "Ah, Mr. Gaylord, I presume," said the tall man, boldly extending his hand. "Yes," muttered the agent, "but there must be some mistake. I came expecting to meet Dr. Wells." "So I supposed. There's no mistake. I am Dr. Wells.". "You?" "Yes. You received my note I 8ent it over by a young fellow that I met by chance this morning?" "Yes, 1 got the note, but "But you came expecting to meet an acquaintance "That's it exactly." "Whom did you expect to meet* "Dr. Wells. Lemuel Wells." "That is my name."

The agent stared in blank amazement. "I can't understand it," he muttei-ed. The doctor placed a chair for his visitor, the only one the room contained. "Be seated, Mr. Gaylord, I will explain to you in a few words why I sent for you. I am a physician of fair repute, but as the city from which I came was overstocked with doctors, I thought of putting out my shingle in a new and growing place, which explains my presence here." "But the note?" questioned Gaylord, still puzzled. "You are the most prominent man in the villiage," continued Wells, "and so I thought it best to meet you first. I want to secure a quiet boarding place, and thought perhaps you might help me a little. Perhaps we can help each other, by a mutual exchange of patronage don't you see "Yes, I see," muttered Gaylord, swelling immediately. "As you say I am the most important man here, father of the village, so to speak, and if you seek bny favors at my hands, yeu will find me at home to-morrow," and with a pompous tread, the mill agent turned to depart.

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"Stop a minute, Mr. Gaylord." "I can't bandy words with you, sir," grunted Gaylora. "My time's of too much importance to waste, running after quacks."

A sudden flash of anger entered the young doctor's gray eyes. He Btroked his column of brown beard vigorously. "You presume to call me a quack-!" cried Dr. Wells, sharply. "Perhaps you'll find it prudent to gain my friendship ere you are aware of it, Simon Gaylord. I may be a quack, but I understand the nature of medicine thoroughly. Even you, sir, with no knowledge of drugs, understand tho workings of some of the subtle poisons, no doubt."

Gaylord turned sharply on his heel. There was a sneering insolence in the doctor's words that did not fail to reach the perceptive faculties of his visitor.

Ths mill agent eyed the doctor keenly. "I have no knowledge of medicine. I do not claim—" "Not of poison so subtle as to gradually undermine human life, leaving eyen skilled doctors puzzled as to the cause of death?"

The words of Dr. Wells were keen and penetrating, A cold chill crept to the heart of the insolent mill agent. "What do you mean Who are you?" cried Gaylord in a startled tone, losing his self command for the moment. "I mean that some people employ a subtle agency to destroy life, without being hauled up for it. I am Dr. Wells. Have I answered your questions, Mr. Gaylord "No, you are not Dr. Wells," muttered Gaylord, after a long, penetrating gaze. "You are an impostor and a cheat."

The doctor laughed grimly .u "A guilty conscience sees Sanger on every hand," he said meaningly.. "You are afraid of me, Simon Gaylord. I think we understand each other. Allow me to bid you good evening."

Dr. Wells turned and walked to the window. Gaylord trembled in spite of himself. Great drops of sweat oozed out upon his forehead. What was the meaning conveyed in the doctor's words The mill agent was puzzled. He'finally turned on his heel and walked from the room.

After he was gone, Dr. Wells resumed bis seat, a stern, hard expression settling over his face. "He's guilty, there's no doubt of that," muttered the doctor. "He winced under my catechising. Dr. Wells puzzles him. No wonder. I'll try him still further before long. I'm sure of my premises now, but I can afford to wait the full development of the plot before I strike him down. I must see Ola. I long to take her from her present life, which I believe is not the pleasantest. I will visit Gaylord's to-morrow and look over the field."

Mrs. Gaylord sat in the front room of the residence, waiting anxiously for the return of hdt husband. More than once she thought she beard his step in the hall.

The bands of the clock over the mantel pointed to a quarter to nine, and the agent was still absent. With an exclamation of impatience Sybil Gaylord rose to her feet and walked out into the dark hallway. There was a faint glimmer at the far end of the hall. It was t?ie light from the kitchen where Ola was at work. The murmur of voices reached the woman's ear. /Who is in the kitchen with Ola, I wonder?" muttered Mrs. Gaylord.

She passed down the hall and opened the door, which had stood slightly sjar. She expected to see her brother, Craven, with Ola. Instead, who should she discover but Joseph Cross seated near the open window, evidently making himself quite at home, while Ola, wbo seemed busily engaged over the supper dishes, was evidently listening to the flow of talk that the young man was giving.

The face of Mrs. Gaylord grew black with rage. "Impudent tramp!" she exclsimed sbarplv.

The youth looked up with a peculiar smile. "Good evening, Mrs. Gaylord," said the "tramp," rising to his feet and shoving a chair toward her. "I came over to see your husband, but it seems he isn't at home." "Did you expect to find bim in the kitchen?" "Well, no but—" "You will oblige me by leaving the house," snapped the angry woman. "Ola, I'm ashamed of you, allowing this lazy lout to sit here alone with you. What will people say?" "I'm not responsible for others," returned Ola. "Mr. Cross has been here but a few minutes. He said he would wait a short time, hoping to see my father." "Where is Craven "I cannot say." "If my brother was here he would kick you out, yon impertinent fellow/' snapped Mis. Gaylord. "Hush mother." "Good evening. I am going, madam," said Cross, with a bow. "Good even* ing. Miss Rivers, I will call again soon," and with another nod toward Sybil Gaylord the rustic youth departed. "The insolent snipe,'* muttered Mrs. Gaylord. "Simon's a fool if he employs that low, ill mannered person. What was he here for, Ola?"

"To see father?" "But he knew Mr. Gaylord wasn't in the kitchen. Why didn't you order the lellow out at once, Ola "He appear» to be a gentleman—" "Gentleman Faugh sneered Mrs. Gaylord. "He's a loafing tramp, looking about to find an opportunity to steal. If he ever comes bore again I'll have him arrested."

Just then, the front door opened and some one entered the ball. Mrs. Gaylord hurried away, meeting her husband in the parlor.

He sat down, puffing and wiping the perspiration from his full, red lace. "Well," said his wife, "you saw Dr. Wells?" "Yes—no that is, I'm blowed if I can tell," "What do you mean "I saw a man calling himself Dr. Lemuel Wells, but that's as far as it goes. He may be Dr. Wells, but he isn't the Dr. Wells, of Brierly," said Gaylord, puffing out his cheeks with a prolonged whistle. "What did he want?" f' "Nothing." "Nothing?" "That's it exactly. He sent for me,! simply to let me know that he proposed opening a doctor's office in Rock Elm and desired to board with ns." "Well.I never!"ejaculated.'SybilGaylord. "What's the world coming to. The impudence of this new doctor is only equalled by that of 'Joe Cross. They're both idle thieving tramps, to my mind." "Perhaps. I've got to hire Cross, though." "I would uot." "One of the lumber pilers is sick and his place must be filled at once. I will secure this Cross in the morning.

Mrs. Gaylcrd related what she had seen in the kitchen. "Yes, he's ignorant and impudent," said Gaylord, "and Ola's a little fool, but she shall marry Craven and then there'll be no more trouble with the girl." "I wish this marriage could be hurried up," returned the woman. "Ola proves more impudent and willful every day. I believe she imagines she has some rights which—" "Never mind her imaginings, Sybil. I'll see that her case is settled immediately."

CHAPTER III. JOELLA.

Dr. Wells hired a small room in the village and hung out his doctor's sign. A week passed without a call.

One hot summer's afternoon the doctor sat near the open window, his chair tilted back against the wall, his feet elevated upon a pine desk in front of him, He was smoking a cigar and meditating. "A mighty healthy place," he mused, stroking the column of brown oeard that adorned his chin with one soft, white band. "Well, it don't matter. I didn't come here expecting to make money out of other people's ills. I must call on the Gaylerd's to-day. I saw Ola pass this morning, and she looks pale and troubled. I ought to make myself known at once. Poor little girl, I would never havo recognized her but for Joe Cross, who pointed her out to me as Simon Gaylord's daughter. She was but a little child when I saw her last before to-day. How—"

His mental cogitations were suddenly interrupted. The sharp hoof beats of a horse struck his ear.

Dropping his feet to the floor and gazing out into the street, he saw a small, black horse halt in front of his office.

A minute later, the rider had dis mounted and opened the door ol the doctor's office. "Is Dr. Wells in

A sweet feminine voice asked the question, coming from the lips of as pretty a maiden as the young doctor had ever looked upon.

Small and petite, with a wealth of auburn tresses, large, lustrous brown eyes, full of smothered passion. "I am Dr. Wells," said the physician. "What can I do for you "Mother is down with a bilious attack. I saw your doctor sign one day and thought it best to call you to see her. We live half a mile out of town on the up-river road. When can you come "At once. Will yon wait for me." "If you're not too long. Mother's alone and—" "I'll be with you in a minute."

Seizing his medicine case, Wells hurried out and was on the point of assisting the girl to the saddle, when, to liis surprise, she vaulted upon the horse with the greatest ease.

Dr. Wells walked beside the horse, and they soon passed from the village into the woods.

The doctor was highly pleased with his companion's intelligence and beauty. She chatted quite freely, having none of the coyness usual with country girls.

Before reaching their destination, he learned that her name was Tyler that her father worked in the mill, carrying bis dinner, returning every night.

Near the edge of a small clearing stood the log house of James Tyler. The situation was a pleasant one, overlooking the waters of the river.

The doctor found Mrs. Tyler quite ill with that curse of the western country, chills and fever.

He prescribed a simple remedy, and then expressed his inclination of returning. "I will call again to-morrow," he said as be rose to depart. "I think we can hardly afford to pay for more than one visit, doctor," said the sick woman with a faint smile. "I will send Jo for medicine when this runs out, if I need it." "Jo "Yes, you came with her just now."

Alight broke over the doctor's face. "Your daughter," he said, with a smile. "Yes, Joella we call her Joe for short. Where is she now "She was here a minute ago. I will send her in to you." "I don't think yoH'li find her," said Mrs. Tyler, with a sigb. "Jo's a wild girl. She's doubtless off on a canter through the woods before this time."

Sure enough, when the young doctor went outside, be saw nothing of bis fair companion.

He waited outside a few minutes. A heavy cloud darkened the western heavens, and muttering thunder told of an approaching storm.

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Joella did not come. Dr. Wells paced up and-down before the house. Presently a sharp laugh, yet musical withal, fell upon his ear. He started and looked abont, but could see no one. "What are you doing oat here, Dr. Wells? You'll get a good wetting if you don't make tracks pretty soon."

Another musical laugh followed. This time the young man caught the direction of the voice. A stout, low branched oak grew near the hons& and perched on one of the lower branches, half hidden by green foliage, was Joella Ty-

*e««What are you doing np there?" queried the doctor, with an amused smile. "There's going to be a storm. Doctor. I like to sit up nere and see the light­

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ning play and feel the wind. It's glorious.'' "BUt you'll get a wetting." "That won't hurt me." "Your mother wants you." "And sent you to call me "Yes." "Tell me. Doctor, she isn't dangerously sick, is

"No. She'll be better soon.]' "Then I'm going to remain here a while. Are you going back to tho village "Yes." "Better stay till after the storm." "What, and keep my patients waiting." "Your patients with a low, mocking laugh. "Well, that's good that is good." "No, it's bad, I think." "Your patients! Confess now that you was joking. I don't believe you've had a call since you've been here till today," said the saucy creature in her clear, musical tones. "You've hit the truth, by George, but—" •'I knew it. If you'll stay till alter the storm, I'll come down and entertain you." "Agreed," said the doctor*

The agile girl seized one of the pendant branches and swung down toward the ground. She alighted safely on her feet, her oheeks glowing with the exercise.

Dr. Wells watched her movements, amused and wondering, as the two entered the house.

The storm soon burst, the rain falling in torrents. During the next hour, Joella kept the doctor amused by her light chatter and comical ways. She sang a wild, forest song, her voice swelling high in rich melodious volume above the roar of the storm. Dr. Wells was interested, if not enchanted.

The hour passed under the mill man's humble roof was one of the pleasantest the young man had ever experienced.

Joella Tyler was young, sixteen only, yet even now sparklingly bewitching. What a beauty she would grow to be in the coming years.

Dr. Welis was strangely attracted toward this wild, forest girl. She was unlike any other he had ever met.

At times he caught a fervid glow shooting from her brown eyes, quickly smothered by her gay demeanor. He understood that glow of passion, and knew that a sleeping tigress lay under the surface.

The storm abated the clouds drifted away, and the sun shot forth once more. The doctor rose to go.

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will call and see mother again,

Doctor?" "Certainly," said Dr. Wells, strongly thrilled by the upturned brown eyes. "I will call again to-morrow." "Thank you."

Joella followed him to the door, and watched his tall form until lost to view in the woods.

It was nearly dark when Dr. Wells reached, his office. Remaining only a short time, he went to the tavern where be boarded.

After supper he turned his steps in the direction of Simon Gaylord's residence.

Craven Brawler held himself aloof from the Gaylord's for several days alter Ola's rejection of his suit, which was so bluntly given as to put a flea in his ear.

Ola began to think that the man would trouble her no more after that. He had persecuted her with his attentions for months. It was over now, and she would be free for a time at least.

The orphan girl had counted without her host, however. One evening about a week after Joseph Cross came to seek employment in Gaylord's mill, the kitchen door was opened, and a short, stout man entered the room.

Ola was just washing the supper dishes. She looked up from her work to meet the keen, black eyes of Craven Brawler fixed upon her. "Good evening, Ola," said the man, advanoing into the room. "Good evening, Mr. Brawler." "You look pale, Ola."

There was no answer to this. Brawler advanced to her side. "Ola, my dear girl, it's wicked for you to work your fingers off for old Gaylord. I've been thinking about it for a longtime. You've had time to think, too, and I feel sure you will reconsider your answer of a week ago.

He attempted to take her hand, She drew it away, her pale cheek flushing with indignant red "Craven Brawler, I thought you un-

derstood me a week ago. detest you, id—" "Ola Rivers," he cried, an angry frown mounting his brows, "this talk will avail you nothing. You choose to insult me, but once for all I swear that you shall be my wife. I have your father's consent, and yours you can give or not, as you choose. I came to-night to talk it over candidly with you. You won't listen. I'm going to have one kiss, my pet, before I go, Anyhow."

and—

He seized her arm and drew her toward him. His breath fanned her cheek. It was rank with the fumes of rum. He was a bold, bad man, and when in liquor utterly reckless.

Ola uttered a terrified scream, and tried to wrench herself from bis grasp. Vain effort.

He held her arm as in a vise, and drew her toward bim, the tires of a devilish passion gleaming in his eyes.

He little suspected what was to follow the insult. [TO BE CONTINTKD,]

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An Old Physician's Advice. Coughs, colds, asthma, aud other pulmon* ary 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 it is sure to cure the worst cough or cold in a very short time. Try a 25 cent bottle/ aud be convinced, and yon will thus avoid a doctor's bill, and most likely a serious spell of sickness. Price 25 ceuts and 81.00 per bottle, or six bottles for 55. The largo size is the most economical. Prepared only by Dr Swayne A Son, 330 north Sixth street. Philadelphia. Sold by all prominent druggists. Buntin »fr Armstrong, Terre Haute.

Is Tour Hair Falling Out or Ttirning Gray "London Hair Color Restorer," the most cleanly and delightful article ever introduced to the American people. It is totally different from all others, not sticky or gummy and free from all Impure ingredients that render many other preparations obnoxious. It thickens thin hair, restores gray hair, gives it new life, cures dandruff, causing the hair to grow where it lias fallen off or become thin, does not

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anything, aud is so perfectly and elegantly prepared as to make it a lasting hair dressing and toilet luxury London HairColoi Restorer is sold by all druggists, at 75 cent a bottle, or six bottles lor Si. Buntin Armstrong, Terre Haute.

BROWN'S

EXPECTORANT

The old reliable remedy for all Throat auo. Lung Diseases, is a scientific preparation, compounded from the formula of'one Of tho most successful practitioners in the Western country. It has stood the test for the last twenty years and will effect a cun after all other cough remedies have failed.

READ THE FOLLOWING.

HALL OK REPRESENTATIVES, INDIANAPOLIS, I ml.. Feb. 15,1S"1. DR. J. H. BROWN—We havo used you"Brown's Expectorant" and take pleasur in saying that It is the best medicine fr coughs, colds, hoarseness, and cheerfull recommend It to all who may be troubleu with Throat aud Lung affections.

WM MACK, Speaker House of Hep. ZENOR, Rep Harrison county.' S CAOTHORN, Kep Knox county.

MONTGOMERY, Rep Johnson county. TARLTON, Rep Johnson and Morgan counties. LCHELL, Doorkeeper House of Itep. N WAUBUM, Rep Hancock county.

ABBOTT, Rep Bartholomew county E CALKINS, Rep Fulton county. JNO W COPNER, Rep Montgomery county. W NEFF, Rep Putnam county.

IT ACTS LIKE MAGIC. OFFICE J. M. AND I. R. 11. Co., JEFFERSONviLLE, Ind., April 0, 1871. DR.J. H. BROWN—Having suffered with a severe cough for some time past, I was induced to try one bottle of your "Brown's Expectorant." I unhesitatingly say 1 found it pleasant (o the taste, and to act llko magic. A few doses done the work for the cough, and I am well.

DILLARD KICKETTH,

President J. M. and I. R. R.

READ WHAT GEN. KIMBALL SAYS INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Deo. 20,1809. Dn. J. II. BROWN—After having used your "Expectorant Syrup" long enough to know and appreciate Its good qualities, I can cheerfully bear testimony to Its uniform suecessiu curing tho most obstinate cases of coughs, colds, etc, I have frequently administered tho ''Expectorant" to my children, and always found it the very best a well as the most pleasant remedy of its klm*

NATHAN KIMBALL, Treasurer of 8tai«.

WHAT ACAHE OF CONSUMPTION SAYS. David A. Sands,of Darlington, Montgomery county, says: "My wife has been aflllct. ed with consumption for a number of yea/.w aud during that time has tried most all of the medicines recommended tor that dlsoase without affording any relief. I was induced by tho recommendations of Dr. Park, druggist at Darlington, to try 'Brown », Expectorant Syrup,' and I am now happy to say that my wife is so much improved I am confident it will entirely rcotore her health by It* continued use.

IT CURES BRONCHITIS. ^EDINBURGH, Ind., Auguat 28,1K7I. This is to certify that I have u«ed Brown'a Expectorant in my family since Its Brut inj traduction. It has never failed to give entire satisfaction. My wife is subject to

J. T. BHENTON, M.D,

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INDIANAPOLIS.

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