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PAFER FOR THE PEOPLE.
THE BURIAL OF THE P.
ELEAHOB BOBEBXBOW,
*Twas the night before the weddii And the house was filled with guest* After all the pleasant greetings
Quietly the household rests. ^rn-
Only one from ont the many Still Is sitting by the lire Tl« the bride, who on the morrow^,.
Will leave her home and sire.
"With her hair unbound and falling Like a mantle to the floor, There she Bits among her treasures,
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Foe the last time looks them o'er.
One Dy one she reads each letter, ras% Then consigns it to the flame «&****• Frem a case 8he takes a picture,
And her sad eyes scan the same.
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For the face smiles out upon her, As of old It used to do, Ere that bitter night of parting,
When each spoke what was not true.
Trembling fingers closely clasp it,' Drop it on the embers red: Ne'er again will she behold it, y|j '^1s
For that face to her Is dead.
There are violets in the casket,' And a lock of soft dark hair There are books and little trinkets,
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Anu the ring she used to wear.
In the firelight, while they're burning, In her fancy, o'er and er, There again she sees the river,
And the old familiar shore, ,$
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Where so often they had rambled, In the autnma afternoon 'Where on summer night they floated 'Mid the lilies, 'neatn the moon.
On the hearth the box lies emptied, In the grate the fire burns low. And the girl stands white and silent
As the|Iast faint embers glow.
Streaks of gray are slowly oreeping && O'er the pertals of the moon With the night the old life passes—
Dawning brings her hopes new born. —Cleveland Herald.
From the Novelist
OKI. LA:
OR, THE—
A TALE OF THE LUMBER REGION.
BY MORRIS RBDWINO. Author of "Blind Nell."
[This story was begun In The Mall, March 8th. Back numbers can be had of news agents, or by sending five cents for each oopy to the office of the Saturday Evening Mall,J
CHAPTER XIII. THE MIDNIGHT ATTACK. r. Wells sprang once more into the Hgfet buggy, and road rapidly toward theSdllase, bis mind in a chaos of exalte m^pt.
The 'Hjld, rude ways of Joella Tyler fascinated him, though he was not
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leased at many points in her character. revengeful disposition was certainly reprehensible. Her devoted love sua care for her friend Ola was something grand. Her courage, under trying olr oumstances, when even a man might have quailed, was wort^gajk^Qg^jJ^^^ pound
unselfish, yet stubborn. For her enemies she ueld
hft* Joella was pertinacity nothing but the bitterest hate, and nothing could be too bad for them. Her hatred of Gaylord was terrible bor love for Ola wonderful in its self sacrificing nature.
Whether he was counted a friend or enemy, Dr. Wells had not yet determined.
In the one case, he would have been happy in the other, utterly miserable. The glare of the burning out houses, coupled with the shouts of a score of «nraged mill men, roused the dootor from his reverie.
When he entered the village he found many people out on the street, with -white faces, evidently alarmed at the sight ot the fire and the wild shouts eohoed from that quarter. •What In nature's going on over to Gaylord's?' questioned Bonnell, as the dootor drew rein in front of the village tavern. 'A crowd of mill ruffians have attacked the house,' said a bystander, before Dr. Wells could reply. *A high handed outrage,' muttered Bonnell. 'Serves old Swell Top right,' said the first speaker. •What's that, sir?' 'I say it serves the old villain right. Pity the boys wouldn't burn his house mud him in It." 'Good heaven, this is outrageous!' cried the landlord 'can't something be done to quiet those men?' •They'll murder the whole family!' said another. •And you sold 'em whisky to help the thing along, Mr. Bonnell,' chuckled the one who had spoken first, 'God knows I did not mean it to be used for such a purpose.' •No but whisky is a dangerous enemy iinder any circumstances, Mr. Bonnell,' •aid Dr. Wells, rebukingiv. •That's true for you, dootor.'
Just then a band touched the doctor's arm. He looked around, to meet the pale face of Joe Cross, the lumber piler. •Where are you |{olug, doctor?' •To Gaylord's.' •I will acoompauy you If—' •Jump in.'
The two whirled rapidly away. •This is terrible business, Joe,' said the doctor. •Terrible, indeed!' •You must have known of the plana of these men longiago, Mr. Cross.' •I did, but hoped to prevent an outbteak, until—'
The vouth paused suddenly. ,, 1 •Weil?' ." 3 •Until Simon Gay lord oonld be com* polled to render justice to tbeso workmen.' •Which you know was impossible, gtmon Gaylord is supreme ruler over this mill business,' •He has
been.
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fcenoe he will be deposed and in prison. Had these men taken my ad vie* and waited another day, there would have been no trouble to-morrow relief *H1 come.' "JTt •But It will come too late.' •I fear so. The workmen have just ante for complaint, but they have acted rashly. I am nseolved to do. what I aan to quell £the mob spirit. Ola must not •offer, let what will come.' •Ola Is safe tram the mob, at least,' reJ^tnrned the doctor. 1 'flow sals, when the bloodthirsty •workmen are bowline around her £atbhowef cried Cross, la surprise.
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'She has been removed she is new at the home of the Tylers, very weak and 111, yet In good hands.' 'Thank God for thatl But how did she get away from home? She was there early in the evening, so you told me yourself.'
Dr. Wells related all that bad happened, In a few words, including his own narrow escape from death. A bright glow suffused the face of the young workman. 'That Jo Tyler's a brick. Allow me to thank you for your part of this transaction, Dr. Wells,' cried Cross, grasping his companion's hand 'you may be an impostor, but you've got a heart, for all. I've been deeply interested in Ola from the start. A deuced nice girl she is, Dr. Wells, and—' 'What is she to you, sir?' said the doctor sternly. 'Everything, doctor I've quite lost my heart. I mean to make her my wife, if she's willing. Of course I'm aware that I shall stoop—'
The words were unfinished. The doctor's white hand closed around the speaker's throat, shutting the further utterance. 'Insufferable puppy!' hissed Dr. Wells 'you talk of stooping to raise Ola Rivers to your level. She'd out off her right hand sooner than disgrace her name by linking It with yours.'
Cross struggled from the grasp of the enraged doctor, his boyish faoe very red from the exertion. 'What's the matter with yon, Dr. Wells? Because you have rendered the girl a good turn, you imagine she's going to fall in love with you, I suppose. I think she knows better than that. Perhaps you are not aware whom you've been handling so roughly.' '1 know you for a conceited puppy further than that I do not care to know you,' snapped the irate doctor. 'If you ever speak to Ola again, I'll give you the thrashing you so richly deserve.'
Just then they reached the brow of the hill, in full view of the mob around the house of the mill agent.
Their personal quarrel was dropped then for matters of more weighty moment.
One of the mill men, more reckless than the rest, had fired the stables before the silent marauders bad gathered in about the house. The sight of the bursting flame was a signal for a general rush, the mob uttering wild yells as they pressed forward.
Simon Gaylord was, by this sudden outcry, roused to a sense of the danger that menaced him.
Although a villian of the deepest dye, the mill agent was not a oowan He remembered that Brawler had entered by the back way, and thither fee hurried, securely looking and barring the door before the mob reachedthe house
Mrs. Gaylord had lain down without removing her clothing, for her mind was troubled with doubts and fears, and she naturally felt anything but easy in mind.
The woman was waked from an unquiet slumber by the wild shout that rent the air.
She was on her feet in a moment, to find the room illumined by a sickly glare that sent a ohill of dread to her guilty soul.
With a half surprised shriek, Mrs. Gaylord rushed from the room and en countered her husband in the hall. 'Simon. Simon, what has happened?' she cried, clinging to his arm for support, her face white terror, her black eyes glaring wildly up Into the stolid face of her husband. 'There's the devil let loose, Sybil,' answered the agent, gruffly. 'Where i9 my revalver? I'll show these cowardly curs that they can't scare old Gaylord.
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smash it in,' shouted a voice from without. •Who is it?' cried Mrs. Gaylord. 'The mill boys they think to frightM me I'll soon show them a trick worth two of that,' muttered Gaylord, with clinched teeth.
But what is this for? What have you done, Simon?" 'Nothing they've been working for mone^f lately. They're on a spree now,
and'Are you going to open, you old ner?' 'I'll show you in a minnet, you sneaking hounds!' thundered Gaylord.
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With these words, he tore himself loose from his unterrlfied wife and rushed through the parlor, into the bed room.
He soon returned, with a revolver in his hsnd. The glare from the burning stables rendered the hall and parlor quite light.
Going to a side window, Gaylord peered out. The front yard was filled with men, their bronzed, bearded faces looking wierd and 'uncanny' in the glow of the lurid flames.
Among them the mill agent reoogniz ed the face of Tyler. •That Tyler is the villain at the bottom of this,' muttered Gaylord, cooking his revolver.
A fierce pounding rained on the door Gaylord raised the window slightly, and placed his lips to the opening. •What are you after, you hounds?' he shouted, hoarse with rage. •We want our pay!' cried Jim Tyler, advancing toward the window. 'We've waited weeks and months for nothing. You've made fair promises, and broken every one of them. If you will come out and settle with us we will withdraw if you refuse, we'll burn you out and bang you to one of these trees. We are in earnest. Your stables are already on fire, and your house soon will be.' "You'll hang for this night's work. Jim Tyler as for psying you now, I'll tee you in Hsdee first,' answered the sgent, defiantly. •We've come for satisfaction money, wages justly our due, we will have, or leave your carcass dangling between tbe heavens and the earth. •Money yon won't get. Justice yon shall have to your fill. I'll have every cowardly dog arrested in tbe morning,' returned the dogged mill agent, angrily. •Hehassealedhisown doom. Down with the door boys,' shouted Tyler, turning to his comrades.
A wild about rent tbe haavens as tbe men rushed forward onoe mote. Gaylord thrust tbe muzzle of bis revolver through the opening and fired at Tyler.
A scream of agony from one of tbe men announced the effect of the shot. Tyler «*l unharmed, but the man nearest him reeled backward, with a a bullet wound in his shoulder.
This unexpected move on the part of Gaylord caused tbe howling mob to eoatter and fall bask like frightened sheep.
Take that, yon oowardiy whelps,' shouted the agent, sending a mocking laugh after the retreating strikers, ii
CHAPTER XIV. A TERRIBUB TRAOKDT.
After Ola Rivers regained oonsdoosness, she lay silent and thoughtful for long time.
There wan no one in tbe room bat herself now.
TERRU HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING-' MAIL.
Joella had repaired to the kitchen to a drink for tbe rick girl, and
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Tyler had retired once more to rest. The events of the past week seemed like the shsdow visitants of a dream. The coming of Dr. Wells into her life had brought new thoughts.
His deep interest in her welfare his strange actions on more than one occasion, puzzled her not a little.
There was something about him, too, that seemed familiar. Like the faintest shadow of sn almost forgotten dream came tbe lineaments of that face, peering ghost-like out of the dreamy shades of tbe long ago.
Tbe mists of tbe pasts that shrouded her brain were slowly lifting, bringing childhood pictures in troops.
Memory—fond, sweet memorybrought scenes of the hallowed past to the brain of the poor kitchen-girl, and once again she stood in the leafy springtime of her early girlhood, drinking in the sweet incense of thst happy time when she was the joy of a mother's home, the pride of a father's heart.
The handsome face and courtly bearing of Dr. Wells reminded ber strongly of some one she had known in those palmy days ofyouth snd love, and the sweet contentment of a happy home.
Who was be|? Why hsd he interested himself so deeply in her wellfare? She asked these questions without finding answers to either.
Au hour passed, in which Ola reveled in dreams of the long ago but her reveries were to hsve a startling interruption.
The sound of the opening and closing of the door caught her ear. She did not move.
It was Joella returning, she thought. A muffled step crossed the room, and a dark faoe bent over the dreaming girl. •Of what is my pretty bird dreaming
The blue eyes of tbe sick girl dilated with terror. Her lips moved, but no sound came forth.
She was utterly paralysed for a moment. Bending over her couoh, bis thiok, sensual lips curled in a sneer his dark, wicked face beaming with a demon's triumph, was Craven Brawler. •1 have found you at last, my pet,' said the villain, in a low tone «they stole you from me once, Ola dear, hut I've outwitted that sneaking doctor at last, and no power on earth shall wrest you from me sgain.'
The villain bent down as if to raise the girl in his arms. Then it was thAt Ola's mute lips found voice, and sent forth a sharp, piercing scream.
Curse you, you jade!' cried Brawler, with a savage oath. The next moment he raised Ola In bis arms, pressing his band tightly over ber mouth.
A sharp metallic click struck his ear, not three paces behind him. He turned suddenly to find a short, steel barrel peering into his sinister face.
A small brown finger pressed the trigger, and glanoing along the barrel. The dark face of Brawler changed to a sickly yellow.
Release that girl instantly!' The voice of the forest girl was keen and penetrating, full of ominous meaning.
You here, Joella?' he cried, his heart sinking suddenly. Of course where did you think I was?' sneered the forest girl, sharply.
In the village.' Brawler allowed Ola to sink back upon the bed. Again she lo-t consciousness. 'What are you here for,-' Craven Brawler?' demanded »Jeella, sharply
the in f» •"»111 immmdtmmmm *—-rtmr Wire Yes. Ola Rivers is my wife.'
You hypocritical scoundrel! Get out of here quickly, or I'll send your craven soul to join that of Jake Toms in Hades!"
But, Miss Tyler Silence!' hissed Joella. 'I want none of your hypocritical cant here. You area sneaking, cowardly villain, unfit to live in decent society. Go join your iniquitous partner, Simon Gaylord. He needs youi help just now. Go!'
Tbe villain sidled toward tbe door, his keen, basilisk eyes watching the forest girl closely.
He hoped to find her off her guard for a moment. To be outwitted by this chit of a girl was galling, even to his craven natnre.
Joella turned, keeping her eyes on the villain. As he neared the 4oor she lowered her weapon.
This was the chants be had been look ing for. ith a sudden^bouod be was upon the courageous s/rl. Tbe movement was unexpected. 7
Joella was qcd:k &s a oat, however, but tbe onset of tfe villain was terrible. She reeled backward a step.
Brawler clutclpd her fair throat, and crushed her savtfgely against-the wall There was ifurder glowing in the wicked black etes of Craven Brawler
Joella felt hefcelf growing weak and faint, every drm of blood in her veins seeming to stof suddenly.
With his oth|r band Brawler clutched He grasped her hand ble wreneb. fingers of Joella relaxed 9 gave one despairing volver fell. loud explosion.' she a shot me shrieked fingers tightening for an throat of the brave girl, moment be reeled and fell dragging Joella with him, death grip. had entered tbe villain's spouting in a red tide und. killed me, you wretch!' dying man "but I shall not
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Is dead,* she said, in a feint a her ops zested on the prosform villainous book-
row did it happen, Jot This is I ble!' carted Mra. Tyler in tremulotu
/'I shot him/ answered Joella, strut|ing to Lex lest, shaving )Mck hfo
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tangled, blood-sprinkled hair, a fierce smile curling ber lips. •You, Joella?'
Yes, mother, I shot mm, and it was a just deed.' 4Q Jo6i]a 'It was. He attempted to steal 01* and murder me. I was too much for him, that's all.'
Mrs. Tyler shuddered. You will be arrested, Joella.' Likely.'
And you have no proof to clear yourself. It will be considered murder. O, Joella, my noor, poor, girl!'
Hush, mother,' cried the girl. Don't borrow any trouble. I can easily olear myself. Let's remove tbe body, and then we must attend to my poor Ola. I fear sbe is in more danger than I am.'
The two women carried the corpse into the froBt roon. Joella turned her attention to the silent, motionless figure on tbe bed, while her mother washed the blood stain from the floor.
Morning dawned ere Ola Rivers again opened her eyes. The fire of fever was burning In her veins then, and she recognized no one. She called oontlnually on the name of Dr. Wells, Joella watching with feverish anxiety beside the couch of her friend, her mind troubled on more than one point, as the reader may readily imagine.
CHAPTER XV. PRKS8KD TO TH3S WALL.
Tyler tried to rally the frightened mill men, but all moba|are oowardiy in the face of real danger, and this one was no exception to the rule.
Tbe strikers made good their escape beyond pistol range ere they came to a halt.
Tyler was boiling with just indignation. Cowards, all!' he hissed, hotly. 'If you'd have made a bold rush, we oould have gained an entrance, and not a man ot you hurt.'
But there's poor Joe Kooa's got a bullet. We didn't s'pose the cuss'd shoot,' returned one of tbe men.
A consultation was held. We must make a rush from the back way next time,' said Tyler. 'If you hadn't all been fools, that might have been done before. Old Swell Top's alone in the house. He can't defend back aud front too.'
Mebbe that cuss, Dr. Wells, 1b in thar, too,' growled one of tbe men. No I saw him not an hour ago outside. We've been fooled. Dr. Wells is no friend of Gaylord's.'
Mebbe so, but it don't look that way.' I'll tell ye what,' said Sam Jinks, a brawny teamster, 'I've got an Idee.'
Is that so, Sam Fact. Ef we hadn't set that cussed stable afire, we'd a -been all right. Old Swell's got the dead thing on us now. He kin nee us an' we can't reciprocate. Don't ye see?' •That's true. Your head's level, Sam.'
Of course 'tis. Now, this 'ere's my idee,' continued Jinks, 'In half an hour the fire'll burn pretty muoh out. It'll be quite dark then. That'll be our time ter act. What der yer ssy, Cap'n Tyler
I'm for acting at once. Your's is a coward's plan,' retorted Tyler, hotly, not yet reconciled to the defeat be had sustained.
The strikers, however decided to accept Jinks' plan, forming a circle at a safe distance from tbe house, to prevent the escape of the mill agent during the time of waiting.
It was during this lull in the proceedings that Joe Cross and Dr. ^Wells came upon the scene eleader of be strike.1
It's no tise arguing, Joe,' said Tyler. 'There can't be any compromising. Old Gay's got to come to terms, or suffer the consequences.'
But if you go on, you lay yourselves liable to arrest and prosecution,' urged the youth. 'By taking my advice, you will be on the safe side, and every man of you receive your pay besides.' 'That's all gammon but if you're such a lofer of that old pill inside, why in tbundir don't you go in there with him? Y*u can't help him out here. Now, takb this bit of advice Keep your clam shot, or some of tbe boys msy shut it for yo«, mighty sudden.'
A tingfe of angry red dyed the cheeks of Crossjat the insolent bearing of the mob capiain.
His tub li pa were Compressed tightly. You mall rue your words, James Tyler,' ciutterid Cross turning on his heel surrejoining tbe doctor, who sat in tbe bug^y som* rods away. latjl1 er,' returned Cross, reigned for a time.
Whafluck? Nonei wha A deal silen The debtor an friendly terms sj
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Simouf Gaylo for sevetal min the strikers.
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it of hounds,' he mut*new tbe smell ot the rascals.' 3rval of silence, the away and sought his ind In the front room ro, wringing ber bony ig with fright. le color of parchment ting a dull blue line
tered, glmly. powder'fl fright After long mill agebt turn wife, wltom be rocking to and hands a^d moa
Her frbe was her tbinjlips foi over bet teeth.
guess I've fixed one of aylord, striding pom resence of bis wife, lem you killed one of ''mh*
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the devil,' said pously iito tbe You fired at tbem
I expetft so. Hofribie 1 Noait's a godi joke on the sneaking houndi,' retorte I Gaylord, caressing his revol^r with one puffy, red hand, Tbisfttle bull bg don't bark for ooth ijban tell o.' is to b« the end, Simon? These men will be nnraced uow, beyond and snail suffer for your
nsense I they're sneaking oowardSfSybil. Tl »y won't make another demonstration. In tbe morning I'll bavs Tyler and few of them arrested. Th« night's wo: It shall cost them dear, I tell you.
Do you thin tbey have gone away.' Of course,' turned the mill agent, 'They've had »nougb sport trying to frighten old (aylord,' and the buge form of Gaylor shook with Inward satisfaction, a gtrgting laus oozing up from his capad u* stomach.
But Simon sylord bad counted bis chickens too son, as be was presently to learn to hist rat. 'Where is 01Vquestioned Sybil Gaylord suddenly. •In ber zoom I suppose,' returned her husband. *Ib mutes me think that Graven was re a short time ago, and w*at up staiflito see Ola. He's been nr miglty still during this
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gottli about falm. I'll just step up and 2m what's goiig on overhead.' tf»en Gaylord reached Ola's room be qpAwffrn exclamation of surprise.
room wis empty, neither Ola nor where to be seen. Is up now?* growled •Both and gone to wow room.1
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Through every room on the upper floor the old man went, bnt, of course, fonnd no one.
Gone, sure's shooting,' muttered Gaylord. *1 suppose they took French leave while I was trying to snooze In the parlor. That Craven's a cunning dog. I suspect he knew more of what was going to happen to-night than be pretended. Well, well, I presume the runaways will turn up all right in the morning.'
Gaylord slowly decended the stairs. 'Did you see'Ola? Was sbe badly frightened questioned the mill agent's wife.
The girl's gone Gone!' Yes both she and yoar brother. I expect they've dug out for a safe place. That brother of yours is a ounning rascal, Sybil.'
The woman made no reply. Tbe fire outside was dying out, and the house was becoming shrouded in gloom.
Mrs. Gaylord could hardly discern the face of her husband. Better light the lamp, Simon,' she said, presently.
Scarcely had the words passed ber lips when there came aloud orash at the front door.
Sybil Gaylord uttered a startled scream. Ob, Simon, Simon, we shall be killed, I know we shall!' screamed the woman, in terror.
But Simon Gaylord paid no heed to bis wife. He sprang into the hall, clutching bis revolver tightly. It was now quite dark. 'Open the door you old villain?'
Gaylord raised his revolver and fired through the door. «Take that, you whelps!' yelled Gaylord.
Just then a sound struck tbe ear of tbe mill agent that sent a chill of fear to his heart.
There was aloud crash at the back side of the house the jingle of glass the tramp of many feet through the kitchen, and then the house was filled with a hoarse, blood curdling yell.
Tbe mob bad gained an entranoe, and was rushing along tbe ball. Gaylord lost his presence of mind then he reeled back, clutching the wall for support.
Rallying suddenly, as he realized his danger. Gaylord sprang through the parlor door and attempted to close it in tbe fsce of bis pursuers.
Too lttto I The mob surged against the door and pressed it open, and entered the parlor.
Mrs. Gaylord uttered a piercing scream. Just then one of the inmates struck a matcb.
The dim light revealed the savage, angry faces of bearded, red Bhlrted men,! the prostrate form of Mrs. Gaylord, the burly mill agent backed against tbe wall, with leveled revolver, his faoe I blanched with an awful fear. [TO BH CONTINUED.]
A STORY OF THE WAR.
The Widow Bufford lived at Smiths-1 ville, in the State of New Hampshire. I She had a nice old broad acred farm, inherited from her father and out of debt. On a knoll, baok from the highway—surrounded by garden, lawn, and orchard—was a great, old fashion ed, comfortable farm house, painted white, with green blinds, as every farm bouse ought to be. At a little distance were a spacious barn and outhouses, well filled with hay and grain and farminjr horse
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and aleigbe for Vinter. The ^^idow bad one daughter, Cleanthy, who had married John, who managed the farm He and Oleantby were to inherit tbe farm, as a matter of oouse, when in tbe fullness of time the widow should climb the golden stairs up to that Presbyterian heaven where golden yellow is the prevailing color.
But the widow was a worldly wise woman, and she held on to things and John was compelled on the first days of each year to account. He was allowed for wages and management be was charged for his and Cleantby's board, and for that of tbe children and annual receipts were exchanged. This was all ship shade aud friendly, but it left the widow mistress of tbe position for sbe owned tbe farm, and tbe bank account was in her name.
The war broke out. The old lady was past ninety. She had always been a Democrat. John was a Democat also. He was worse, he was a Copper head. But the widow was a War Democrat. Sbe was tinged with Abolitionism. Sbe was down on Jefferson Davis. To see the country triumph, the Union prevail, and the slave holders' rebellion put down became tbe absorbing idea of her life. She had just made her annual settlement witn John. When receipts were as usual exchanged, tbe old lady wiped ber spectacles and said: "John, I have been thinking seriously about this dreadful war. "Yes, mother," said John, "it fa a wicked war. It ought never to bave been begun, and it ought to be stopppd." "Well, John, I am glad we agree. "Yes, mother, If It had not been for tbe Republican party and Abe Lincoln, all this money snd all these lives would not bave been wasted." "I don't like," said tbe old lady, "to see tbe Union destroyed. My fatber fought in tbe Revolution and my busbaud fougbt in 1812 tbey fought to make tbe Union, and I tbink every man in tbe country ought to fight to preserve it. Don't you think so, John?"
John scratched bis left ear with his right forefinger. "Well, yes, mother: somebody must fight for the Union if tbe war goes on." "If It go on, John, you may be sure of that."
years of a«e, and her only): that the Rebellion might that John might be aparod and babies, and that she ml welcome hltn home and s? ended. Lee surrended iu Af lady made the deeJs over to Cleautby, aud died in th« folld
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John thought it well enough to humor tbe old lady, for he had his weather eye on tbe farm. "If I could get a way, and could leave tbnigs, I wonld enlist mygelf, but that is impossible, and I must not tbink of it." "Well, I don't know, John, I guess Cleantby and me coold manage tor a spell, if you tbink It your duty to go." I TflTT?i'» I gs "I didn't tbink of eulistin'/' said John j' IU
"it's goin' to be a busy summer, and 11 M'f'i shall be needed on tbe farm." "I guess Cleanthy and me can get on, John, If you feel ss though you must go and since yon have suggested it, I will tell you 1 was tbinkin' tbe same thing, and I bad made up my mind to speak to you about It. If you will go, I will make a clean deed of tbe farm to you and Cleanthy as soon as you get home but if you don't feel like teann' yourself away from Cleantby and me and tbe children, I can sell tbe farm and five tbe money to the Government to dre men to fight for It."
John saw his patriotic doty ht a new light. He enlisted, and when tbe bun. dred days were out be re-enlisted, and fought through tbe war. Be was honorably discharged, and when Lee surrendered and tbe Confederacy mils need, John came home.
The widow hung on till ninety-eight
»ver wf crushed his wlf it live the wa I theo^ »hn sat lojtMa
If vour Baby is restless whilnething get Dr. Bull's Baby Syrup Rise of will relieve the little sufferofitonc Only 25 cents a bottle.
IT bas wonderful p!werot] Liver and Kidneys) What? Wort, try it.
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80 Yean a PhyalelM. l2Yearak ferei*. Tried Regular Itemed' Tried Patent Mediolnea. Pe aneneiitly oured by I
8ANF0RD'S RADICAL C-,1
HffESSRS. WEEKS POTTKR. Blrt: 1 lu. practlMd medicine for thirty years, ant! been a infferer myself tor twelve years wit tu-rh in the nasal puMxes. ffcnoe* and lary baYo used everything In the mottrta
medic
out any permanent relief, until finally I was 1) to try a patent medicine (something that
athuts are very loth to do). I tried others until I got hold of yours. 11 the directions to the letter, ana am nappv hare had a permanent care. Tour BAJ CURE Is certainly a happy combination cure of that most unpleasant and danger diseases. ,n.'»sis^h.fc
OfDr.D. W.Gray A Son, Physlclal Drnggltt*, Musoatlnc, lo*
UtrsoLTcnt, IOWA, March at, 1877.
Tho value of this remedy must not bo in the euro of those
SYMPATHETIC DISEAS'
Affections of tho Kyo, Ear, Throat, Bronchial Tubes which In many casos a severe case of Catarrh. The Inflame eased condition of the mucous membranq cause of all these troubles and until tho
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freedom
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CAL CURB was placed before tlio pub: lthasfc 1 preparation tor tho thorough t. ever compounded. The fact will bo dm 4 more Importance when It Is coupled with fa ment that within five years ovor 950 remedies for Catarrh have beon placed on to-day, with one or two exceptions, tho^t cannot bo recalled by the best-lnformodrar Advertising may succeed In forcing aw but. unless tho remedy possess undoubted medical properties, It is absolutely certain into merited oty^nrlty.
California, and Is everywhere acknowle
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druggists and physicians to be tho most en tho thorough treatment or
Each package of SAKFORD'8 RADICA contains Dr. sanford's Improved IntinUn, with toll directions tor Its uso In all onset 1drucu
Agents US'"
VOLTAIC PL AST
IS SIMPLY WONDEfyF
KiNOBTOir, Mnm.,) April 80,1877.
I consider CoLMKetVoLXA io PLASTXR tho best plaster I ever saw, and aa recommending «, them to all.
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than all other medicines. Ho
rsi'iS* now goes to school, for tho first iTn thrco years. ELIZA JAXJB DCTTIZLD.
EMKA, III.,
-April a, 1877. ^lllcefheonelgotwell, They Jtro tho beat plasters, no doubt, & tho world. 8. L. MOGUL.
Asn GROTS, MO., March 23,1877.
^Acecft' ray thanks fbr good derived from tho tvo COLi.tjfg' PLASTXHS sent mo some time ago. W. C.
CURE CONSTIPATION.
CURE 1IU0US COLIC.
TIJTT'S PILLS
Curs KIDNEY Ceoptaiat,
the
Moons.
COLLINS' VOLTAIC PLA:
for local pains, lameness*, soreness, numbness, and inflammation of the iunai kidneys, spleen, bowels, bladder, heart, ai clcs, is equal to an army of doctors sad tl plants and shrnbs. If
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by au Wholesale and Betall ""I Canads fBK&g POTTBB, Proprietor*, Boston,-
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PHYSICIANS, CLERQYMEI THE AFHICTEP EVEBYWHE
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CURE SICK HEADACHE,
tbme piUs tlitt faro aotagcmlftjtfv tlesofaSTBK* PtmoATJYZfSind mrrtna Tonni
TBT rSNLLS
CURE DYSPEPSIA.
Their first njr cffoct Is to lncr« appetite by cand* food to props slmilate.
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TSTT'S PILLS
tern In nourish' br their tonic toe digestive^ reenter and beaf Torgattoos axe doeed.
CURE HLE3,
TOTT'S"PILLS
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CURE FEVER AND AGUE.
oris the inflaence plEs, iodiaitftH aaptoWHtj- to i. tbe bodr, nc efficacy in cari voos debility,
TUTfS PILLS
f6iter
mess of tbi
T0TFSPILIS
chronic cooettj sa dlcroarttppl Jtfrwsjrt&tott Sold ever rw!
CURC TORPID LIVER.
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Benson's Capelne PoroavPlal Overwhelming nvldence of their ar lotity over all otter plasters. It I# ewhere recommended by ph»slc druggists and the pre**. The matti
torer* received & sbeclal award an to for Expos
nly medal given the Centennial
porous
Teringl Weak JBsck, Cold jr any local
Data
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jahoukl uselSeusonlaCapeinePorH and be relieved at onoe. PrJ byftll drns^is'a.