Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 42, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 17 April 1880 — Page 6

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THE MAIL A PAPER

FOR THE

PEOPLE.

THE YOUNG WIDOW BROWN.

The Jolllest laugh that's saluted my ear, Though 'twlxi a deep sigh and a frown, I bear just up stairs as It ripples and rings

From that winsome young widow called Brown. -•.'*

The dearest wee feet I have e'er seen in shoe— I have seen fairy feet, bat oh, zoun's! The tiniest foot that e'er dimpled the snow

Is merry and sad Mrs. Brown's,

Ob, who is it wears any happier face As she scatters her smiles all aronn', In Bpiteof an aching heart throbbing with'

In,

Than my sweet little friend, Mrs. Brown 1

A laughing, a sighing machine on the fly Is stitching up grand ladies'gowns Tis music to me, for it goes with a tread—

And the delicate tread's Mrs. Brown s.

It's bnt little she dreams, and still less aoes C&f6f With her langh and her sighs so deep down, How they thrill every chord In this loae heart of mine:

I'm afraid I'm In love, Mrs. Brown. —New York Commercial Advertiser.

THE HERMIT.

A MINERAL CITY ROMANCE.

Awav up on the main range—the Sierra Madre—of the Rocky Mountains, twelve thousand' feet above tbe sea, rests a little mining camp of some twenty or twenty-five rough log cabins. Right on the edge of tbe timber line tall, spruce pines below bare, jagged rocks above. North, south, east and west, huge peaks tower in their massive grandeur and rear their stony heads to tbe rising and setting sun, and seem like grim old sentinels keeping watch over tbe little basin in wbicb are the cabins, collectively known as Mineral City. Tbe mountain sides are seamed ana ribbed with the rich silver veins of San Juan, and scores of outs, shalts and tunnels echo daily to the clang of drill and sledge, as tbe bardy miners delve after tbe metallic treasures of these great storehouses.

Near the blacksmith shop, where the not unmelodious ring of drills and picks being sharpened is heard all the day and far into the night, a little cabin stands unobtrusively upon its rocky foundation. There is an air

neatness

about its hipped roof of nicely split •'shakes," and its carefully bewn door, that speaks well for tbe patience of its builder. In fact, the cabin is pointed out as a fin?) specimen of frontier architecture.

Tbe solitary owner and occupant of this little building was known throughout theoamp as "the Hermit." Not, be It understood, because of his imitating those poor old beings of ancient stor^ who dwelt in caves and fled at the ap-

roach of any one, but simply because was a taciturn, quiet old fellow, who -worked bis mine alone, and when joining the rest of the men about the saloon, be always sought a corner, and rarely, if ever, took part in the converaation.

He was vastly different from the rest of bis follow laborers. He never drank he never swore but in his quiet, unob truaive way, he would sit and gaze intently at the Are, unmindful of the stories, the*'hearty Taugbter, the social drinking and the absorbing games of cards going on around him. Tall be was, with a decided stoop in his shoul ders along beard, plentifully streaked with gray, and a pair of wearied, restless, nervous, yearning eyes, that somehow appealed to the rough but good hearted ones.

Mail came twice a week in Mineral City, and the saloon was the postofflce, Regularly upon the carrier's arrival the Hermit would join the crowd and listen with an eager, expectant air as the superscriptions of tbe various letters were read out by the saloon keeper, and then, when the last missive bad been reached and either claimed or set aside, he would lower hlB head and slowly slip away to his seat at the corner of the fireplace, with never a word. Every mail that went out carried a letter from the Hermit, always directed to the same party, and every month he registered one to the same address, which the boys shrewdly guessed contained such money as the poor fellow could scrape together from tbe Bcanty yield of his mine—the Alice.

The boys had often debated upon writing a letter to the Hermit, for his continued expectation and his regularly bitter disappointment touched them, but they argued that it would not be what he wanted, and so the idea was abandoned. Several of them asked tbe postmaster to lay aside their letters without reading aloud their addresses that the contrast might not bo painful to tho Hermit, and uone of tbem gave vent to any Joyful exclamations when ti mail brought them favors, as was their .wont. The old whisky keg, at the corner of the ttreplace, was always reserved lor the Hermit, and come when he might he never found it occupied, or when sitting there was he ever crowded.

And so these rough frontiersmen showed in various ways their sympathy for their lonely and silent companion, of whom they knew nothing save what his careworn, pinched face and yearning eyes *old.

One day the mail came in and the Hermit was not there. This was so unusual that it led to considerable speculation among the boys. Then Roney, whose lead lay near the Alioe, remembered that the Hermit had not been to work that day or the day before, and wheu night came on and tbe keg in the corner remained unoccupied, tbe boys conolnded that investigation was neces Mtry* "Pards, I reckon the Hermit might likely be a leetlo bit off, and be might kinder need help," said Georgia, "an' it sorter strikes me we might call in an' see."

As this met tbe approval of all tbe xnen, Georgia and Konev Immediately started up to tbe Hermit's' little cabin. A dim light crept around the edges of the old flour sack that acted ass curtain for the little square pane

of glass consti

tuting a window, and, after consultation, the two messengers concluded to take a peep before making their presence known.

Georgia put his face to the glass and oeered intently within. The Hermit •Sit on the earthen floor enveloped In a ornand miserable blanket. His hat was off and bis long, «ray hair was Uncled and unkempt. His eyes, which Georgia could plainly see, as he sat nearly facing the window, combined with their uanal pleading expression a sort of feveriah glitter, and the whole attitude of the man was one of despair. In his hands he held tightly what appeared to be a photograph and an old toUer. and he never moved his eyes ftom them.

The rest of tbe room that came within Georgia's field of vision betokened

cleanliness, bnt at the same time ex treme poverty tor even that rough conn try.

Georgia withdrew his head and his companion took a look, after which they both softly retreated some little distance away into the timber and then paused. "Well?" said Roney. "Darned queer," said Georgia, "Kinder sick looking, eh?"

Georgia nodded his head thoughtful ly. "Let's see tbe boys abeut it," said Roney, and they retraced their stop3 to tbe saloon..

The boys listened with Interest to tbe report and pulled their beards and scratched their heads in attempts to obtain a solution as to what ailed the Hermit. Many and various were the explanatiens given, and then they de dd6d that Georgia and Roney bad better go back and knock at the door and inquire, at any rate, if anything was wrong so th© two one© mor© a tar tod up the trail.

They knocked—first softly and then louder—but elicited ao response caased any show of life within, save tbe immediate extinguishment of tbe light. "No use," whisperfd Roney, and then .without further word they quietly left the little cabin and its solitary and eccentric occupant, and joined their comrades.

Tbe next day passed and tbe next and tbe Hermit gave no signs of exist ence. That evening the mail came and among tbe letters was one, in woman's hand, for "John Harmer, Mineral City, San Juan County, Color ado." There was not such a personage in the county, so far as the boys knew but Georgia suddenly suggested that it might be for the Hermit. This seemed most probable, and bo was accordingly deputed to carry it up and deliver it, if correct.

As before, all tb9 knocking failed to obtain an answer, and Georgia, after a moment's hesitation, put his shoulder to tbe door, and with as little noise.as possible, burst the wooden button off that served as a lock. The next instant and Georgia was in the room. The Her mit lay upon the floor, his face flushed and hot with fever and his long, thin fingers nervously grasping and relax ing again the blanket on which be tossed.

What's the matter, old pard?"said Georgia, as he raised the old man's bead.

Tbe fevered eyes slowly turned towards his face, the emaciated fingets opened, and tbe poor old fellow said huskily: "Don't tell her!" "Who—tell who?" "Alice—poor little thing—she don't know." "Thinking of his folks in the States," muttered Georgia, and then tenderly and carefully he lifted the siok man in his arms and strode away to his own cabin.

Tbe news of the Hermit's sickness sproad through tbe camp and blankets and food came from all quarters for bis use. The store was ransacked for the best that it could afford. A terrible slaughtering of mountain grouse took place, that rich broths might be made for the iuvalid. One man traveled sixteen miles to Siiverton to secure a can of peaches, and the men almost fought in their anxiety to act as nurses and watchers.

Georgia thanked the bays, but kept them away, admitting only one or two to aid him in the care of the old man. But despite all this attention, he sank and sank, and it soon became evident that the mountain fever had one more victim.

One nigbt Georgia sat smokiag'" his pipe and musing. The owner of the letter had been found, for in bis ravings tbe old man had often mentioned the name

Harmer, but the boys/eared lest be should die before reading it, and this perplexed Georgia Badly. What was he to do with it and might it not contain matters of importance? Had the old man any friends or relatives living, and where were they ts be found? All these things came flitting through his brain and ne did not hear his patient slowly raise himself and stare about him. Tbe old man looked the room over and then his eyes rested on the burly form by tbe fire. "Georgia," be said.

In an instant Georgia sprang to his feet and hastened to the old man's bedside. "Why, pardner, durn it—yer—gittin' better, ain't ye?"

The old man smiled wearily. "Tell me all about it," he said. Georgia briefly recounted the story of his illness, touching bnt lightly on what he bad done and laying great stress on t! interest of tbe men. "But now, old man, yo'll soon be up and among 'em," be concluded with a cheerful laugh. "No," said the old fellow, with tbe same weary smile "but—but I thank you." "Oh, nonsense—that's all right— you're only a leetle shook up, you know —it's natpnit after being aa fur down as you've been. You'll soon be all right— cheer up, and don't let yer sand run out besides, I've got a letter for you, old man." "Letter—for me?" and the old man's face lighted up with an eagerness that sent a tremor through Georgia's honest heart, for fear the missive, after all, should not be for him. He gave it into the trembling hands, however, immediately. "Yes, yes," said the old fellow, "it's her baudwriting, I know—like her mother's—oh, bow long it has been on tbe way—bnt now"—and his poor weak, shaking hands vainly strove to get it open. "Let me," said Georgia, kindly.

The old man let him take the letter, then said, in a low, even tone: "Hold on, Georgia."

Georgia paused. "Georgia," said the old fellow, looking him steadily in the eye, "you've been kind to me—very kind—and I've got nothing to show for it—nothing bat confidence. I'm going to tell you something, Georgia—then yon can read that letter and you'll understand all tbe good news it contains."

He paused a moment and closed bis eyes. Then he continued: "Georgia, was a likely sort of a young chap—years ago—not such a good for nothing goloot as I am now, and I married, Georgia—married tbe best girl in old Pennsylvania. I was mighty happy—too happy, partner— that's what mule it go so hard when she died* "We had one child—a girl—and we called her Alice—my wife's name. She was a wee little thing when her mother died and so very, very pretty. It was hard lines on me, Georgia, and somehow I got to drtnkiag. I know it did me no good and I know it wasnt right, but a man don't reason much when he's desperate like, and so I drank and drank.

Isold out everythi** and pat my girl—my little Alice—with mv wife's brother. He had a family of nfs own. and what oonld a lonely, broken hearted man like me do for a little girt?

Georgia, if they talked good ana

TERR3H HAUTE SATURDAY -BiV-ttNING} MAJLL.

had come to me and gentle they could have

mado a man of me, but they didn't. They wouldn't let me come into their house, and they said that I'd killed my wife by drinking. Georgia, it was a lie —a damnable lie. I never drank a drop till she died, and I wouldn't have done it then if I'd had any one to "sympathize with me. Bnt I hadn't I was alone in the world—alone with my great grief, and—"

And the old man's voice broke, and his poor, thin hands went nervously over the blanket, while two tears stole from his hot, feverish eyes, and trickling down tbe pale, pinched cheeks, lost themselves in the gray hairs of his beard. "Well, Georgia," he said presently, "they got an order from tbe court giving tbe guardianship of my child—my Alice—to her nncle, because they said I was unfit to take care of her. Georgia, if but one kind word had been said only one—I wouldn't have been the fool that I was. Well, I left and came out West. I stopped drinking. I have never touched a drop since Alice was taken from me. Tou believe me, Geor gia?" "Yes," said Georgia. "After awbiie I wrote to her uncle, and I told him of my new life and asked him if I couldn't at least write to my little girl. That was in '67, and she was ten years old. He took no notice of my

"He's a broke in Georgia, but suddenly checked himself before concluding. "Then I thought perhaps'he hadn't got it, so I got my money together and went East. But be had, Georgia he bad. It was no use, though. He would not believe in me and would not let toe see my little girl. J^e said she should never know but what be was her father, at least until she was of age. I tried the courts, but I spent air my money without changing the decree. Then I gave it up and came back West again, gained one thing, though. Tbe Judge said that when Alico was twenty-one sne should be offered the choice of coming to me, her father, or remaining with her guardian. I had to rest satisfied, and I worked and worked to get money for my little girl. I scrimped some, Georgia, but there's nearly twelve thousand dollars in bank for her now," and the old man's voice and manner were full of pride. "She was twenty-one last Juno, and I've been waiting for her letter. I knew it would come. Oh, Georgia, if she only knew how I have worked for her how I have waited, all alone, but still working and waiting but she has written now, and to morrow, Georgia—to-mor-row or next day, I must stirt East. We will be very happy together, aud—but read her letter—you know all now," and tbe lids, closed agtln over the fevered eyes, and tbe pqor old man softly murmured, "little Alice, little Alice."

Oeorgia tore open the envelope and unfolded tbe letter, and the old man feebly drew nearer in jovfui, happy eagerness. "My uncle," read Georgia, unsteadily, "has informed me of your relationship to me. I have only to say that I regret that tbe man whose habita killed my mother should also bear the title of my father. I sincerely hope that tho Almighty wili pardon whete we cannot. ALICE

HARMER."

Georgia turned towards'ttfe Old man. "Mv God," be said, "thef hermit is dead' JSC

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Through the"^f unneL

It was a bright, clear, cold morning in early December. Wbdn Kathie'entered the oar, there was soarcely a vacant seat to be seen. To be sure there was one stout old gentleman sitting alone, but ho was next to the aisle imd seemed so deeply absorbed in thought that Kathie disliked to disturb him. Then there was a middle aged woman, but she had numberless parcels and wraps in tbe seat beside her, and her appearauce, take her all in all, was so forbidding, as she looked fixedly out of the window, that Kathie passed her by. There was but one more seat unoccupied. It was besido a gentleman who sat close to tbe window reading a paper.

Is this seat engaged ?", asked Kathie with timid hesitancy. It is not," was the answer in a pleasant tone "but," springing up as be spoke, "would you not prefer the seat by the window "Ob, no 1 Thank you 1 Not at all 1'' murmured Kathie, and 9he sst down beside him.

The gentleman turned bis attention again to his paper, and Kathie immediately fell to wishing that she had taken the seat by the window. For the gentleman sat at her right hand, and her purse was in her cloak pocket, and had not Aunt Kate warned her over and over again to be on her guard against pickpockets, and bad declared that they were quite as likely to be young, agreeable and polite as the reverse? And was not thlB person all three? Kathie stole a shy glance at him. His dark eyes were intently fixed on bis newspaper. He was fine looking and well dressed, agd to all intents quite oblivious of her existence. Katbie wondered demurely what sort of an expression bis face would wear if be knew that anyone thought that be might perhaps be a pickpocket.

She might take her purse and hold it in ber hand, but that wool4 peem ostentatious and tiresome moreover, there would be ample time for that when tbe gentleman—be looked like a gentleman, certainly—should put down his paper and Katbie could no longer see his hands.

Then Kathie's thoughts slipped into a more agreeable channel. She thought of the Christmas gifts she was going to buy and of tbe other shopping she was going to do. It was her first trip to Boston quite alone. Aunt Kate had always been with her before, to take care of ber and help her select her Christmas gifts, but this year Aunt Kate's rheumatism was so much worse than usual that she did not hope to be equal to a trip to Boston for the winter and as it was already nearing Christmas, there was nothing to be done bnt to let Katbie go alone. And so it came about that Kathie, feeling quite old and res pons! ble was on ber way this bright December morning to tbe city. She mentally planned her day's work, and portioned out her money for the various things she was intending to bny. There was the book for ber Sunday school teacher, the shell comb for Aunt Kate, the engraving for Cousin Will, that most be especially it

fine and nicely framed since

was to doable duty as a Christmas and wedding gift. Should it be a copy of some celebrated old picture, or some attractive grow, full of modem life and interest? While Kathie was trying to decide this question, and was reviewing with ber mind's eye, all the finest and moot beautiful engravings that she had ever seen, the train swept into the tunnel.

As it grew dark tbe gentleman beside her put down his paper, taming slightly towards Kathie as he did so. And then

Kathie was sure she felt a stealthy motion towards hei cloak pooket. Quick as thought ber hand went down to seize her purse, when—oh, horrors!—there was the jnan's hand in her pocket! Kathie did not withdraw her hand. On the contrary, being resolved to protect her property at all hazards, she felt about with her fingers as well as she oould for her purse, but could not find it. It was already gone. Then Kathie seized tbe intruding hand with the firmness of desperation,fully determined to make an alarm as soon as tbe cars emerged into daylight again. If he did not have the purse in his hand, there at least was his hand in her pocket, and some of the passengers would see her righted and her purse restored. Fortunately her purse had her name painted on the inside- How long the minutes seemed before the train came out into the light! Then Kathie still grasping firmly the man's hand, looked up and down the aisle, with sparkling eyes and flushed cheek, for the conductor. "I beg your pardon," said her captive, in such a low tone that Kathie could scarcely catch the words, but have you not made a mistake in the pocket?"

Kathie gave one swilt glance. Good heavens! Her band was in his pocket! If she had touched a burning coal she could not have relinquished her hold and withdrawn her hand more promptly. She was overcome with confusion. She ventured one deprecatory glance at the gentleman. His expressive face wore a mischievous smile. "I thought—" began Kathie tremulously, but she could get no further. The revulsion of feeling was too great. The brightness of ber eyes were sudden ly quenched by gathering tears, and her lip quivered omniously. "That it was your pocket of course," said the gentlemen, completing her sentence. "I understood perfectly. Pray do not let the mistake disturb you," be continued, with imploring earnestness.

In tbe midst of her distress Kathie oould not help thinking how musical bis voice was. Then, with much tact, he took up bis paper, and devoted himself with great assiduity, to reading an article, which, if Kathie had but known it, he bad read twice already since she sat beside him, without knowing in the least what it was about.

Kathie became outwardly composed after awhile, but her mind was still in a tumult. Suppose he had turned tbe tables on ber, and denounced her as a pickpocket, as he might well have done! She shivered at the mere thought of it.

Once or twice, as they noared the city, tho gentleman glanced at her as if be would speak, but Kathie's resolutely averted face and downcast eyes gave him no opportunity, and not another word wos spoken till they reached the station, where he left her with a courteous bow and "Good morning." "Hateful thing, said Katie to herself, "I hope I shall never set eyes on him again and then she watched him, with admiring eyes, as long as she could distinguish his fine form in the hurrying crowd.

Her purse, it is soarcely necessary to say, was safe in her pocket, and she soon set about diminishing its contents. Notwithstanding tho inauspicious beginning of ber trip, her day proved quite successful and satisfactory Her own errands and^Aunt Kate's commissions were all executed, and there was still a half-hour to spare for a call at Cousin Will's office, and when the time drew near for her train to leave be escorted her to the station. The traltf watf in readiness when they arrived, and,'as they walked along to reach the right car, a form approached them from aside entrance, a glance at which sent. thrill through Kathie's veins and the hot blood to her cheeks and brow. "Ah! here's Harry Thorn going down on your train, Kathie," said ber cousin. "He will be agreeable company for you and will see to your parcels." and then before Kathie was at all prepared for it came the inevitable Introduction.

Kathie could hardly force herself to meet the glance of the mischievous dark eyes bent upon her, or to touch the proffered hand. It was utterly impossible for her to speak a word, but the gentleman talked on till Will left them at tbe entrance of tbe car. "You will take the seat by the window this time?" questioned Mr. Thorn, and Katbie silently took it.

After he had arranged the parcels in the back, and seated himself, Kathie said, with a frank smile. "I really hoped that I should never see you again." "Did you think I deserved eternal banishment?" he asked, lightly. "Ob. no! It was rather I woo merited it, said Kathie. "So long as you did not know me, it did did not matter what you thought of me, but now,"—ab, where were Kathie's word leading her?—"but now, if you should tell Cousin Will," she continued quite jllogically, "he would tease me unmercifully and I should never hear tbe last of it."

MI assure you," was the earnest answer, "that I never will mention tbe mistake to wbicb you refer to Will or any one else. No one besides ourselves need ever knew aught of it." And then he skillfully turned tbe conversation, and Katbie was soon quite at ber ease, and tbey were conversing like old friends.

That memorable ride through the tunnel occurred some years ago, and Kathie's relations with Mr. Thorn have changed so greatly, that now, instead of suspecting bim

taking ber money,

she appropriates with great coolness funds froua his pocketbook for ber Christmas shopping.

Mr. Thorn sometimes laughingly declares, that instead of his wife's waiting for bim to offer his hand, as ladies usually do, she took possession of it the first time that she ever saw bim but bis most intimate friends ask in vain for. an explanation of his jest. jy//, I

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Nov l-eow 18t.

CATARRH

A PHY8ICIAN'8 TE8TIM0NY. 80 Yean a Phyilolan. 12 Years a Suf« ferer. Tried Regular Remedies.

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UTESSRS. WEEKS «s POTTER, Sirs: I have lu. practised medicine for thirty yeara, and hare been a sufferer myself for twelve years with Catarrh In the nasal passages, fauces and larynx. I

I lng lit ino materia meduxi with

out any permanent relief, nntll finally I was Induced

have used everythl

that wo alio-

to try a patent modlclne (something ratblsts aro very loth to do). I tried and the directions to tho letter, ana am linnpy to «av haro had a permanent cure. Tour BADICAJi CURE Is certainly a happy combination for thq cure of that most unpleasant and dangerous of diseases.

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Tho value of this remody most not be overlooked In the cure of those

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Khs I consider Coitwi VOUTAKJ

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COL*tho

good derived from tho two

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Price,

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HE SATURDAY EVEN

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