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PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, MAY 1, 1880

THE DYING MAQDALES **m There knelt at a lonely altar

A woman that was wond'rous Mr, Bat death looked out from the great brow* eyes

That were wild with a'dark despair.

she pled, "Thou knowest my

Oh, God, sin,

ercy In hi Dead bat (Jod in his

For—sach—: love Finished the prayer iwlth the word forgiven, —Mary Btratton Hewett, in lad. Berald.

Scribner for May.

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WALHALLA:

BY REBECCA HARDING DAVIS.

A few years ago a young English artist, named Reid, who was traveling through this country, stopped for a day or two at Louisville, having found an old friend there.

He urged this gentleman tti go with him into the mountainous region of Tennessee and North Carolina. ^The foliage," he said, "will be worth study in September and besides,I have an errand there for my brother. He is a house decorator in London, and when he was in the Alps last summer, he toid that a wood carver, whose work be -Biw in Berne, aad fancied, had Emigrated to America two or three years ago, turned farmer, and joined a small German colony in these mountains. I am to find this colony if I can, and if there is any workman of real skill in it, to offer him regular work and good wages la London. My brother is in immediate need of a panel carver." "He could have imported a dozen 'from Berne." "Certainly," said Reid, with a shrug "but Tom has his whims. He fancied that be detected a delicacy, a spirit in this man's work—an undiscovered Bewick, in fact. Where do you suppose the fellow is bidden, Pomeroy Do you know of any such colony?" "No, and I hardly can believe that there are any thrifty Oermans among thoie impregnablo mountains. Why, access to many of the counties is only to be had on mules, and attbe risk of your neck. Youi German must have a market for bis work he would find none there."

They were talking in the breakfast room of the hotel. A man at the same table looked up and nodded. "Beg pardon, but couldn't help over bearing. Think the place you want is in South Carolina. Name of Walballa, Village. Queer little corner. Oconee county "Oh, thanks!" said Reid, eyeing him speculatively, ns probably anew specimen of the American. "Any Swiss there, do you know?" "That I can't tell you sir," said the stranger, expanding suddenly into the geniality of an old acquaintance "They're Germans, 1 take it. Shut out oi the world by the mountains as oompleteiy as If the place was a 'hall of the dead/ as they call it. There it is, with German houses and German customs, dropped right down into the midst of Carolina snuff rubbers, and GeorgU» In tbe mountains. I'm fur "dealer. Cincinnati. One of my cards, gentlemen?"

To Walhalla, therefore, Mr. Reid and Jbls friend went. They tried to strike a bee line to It, through a wilderness of mountain ranges, by trails known only to tbe tranpers taking tbem as their guides, ana in sleeping in their huts at night. After two weeks of climbing among the clouds, of solitary communion with Nature, of uumitigatod dirt, iri«d pork, andtfleas, they came in sight of Walhalla.

Tlipy bad reached Maoon county, North Carolina, where the Appalachian run HP, which stretches like a vast bulwark along the eastern coast of tbe continent, closes abruptly iu walla of rock, jutting 1.1 ko mighty promontories into tbe plaius of Georgia and -South Cnroll a.

Held and I'.uueroy atoppsd one morning on one ot these heights, to water their mules at a spring, from which two streams bubbled through the grass and separated, one to dflow into the Atlantic, the other iuto the Gulf of Mexico, so narrow aud steep was tbe rit.ge on which they stood. Tbe wiud blew thin and cold iu their faces the sun Bhone brightly about tbem but below, great masses of cumulus olouds were driven, ebbiug like waves, out toward the horlmn. Far down in the ^valley a rain storm was raging. It occupied but small spaee, and looked like a motion loss cataract ot gray fog, torn at times by yellow, jagged light ning.

Not far from the spring a brown mare was tethered, and near it a stout young man in blue homespun was lying, stretched lastly out on tbe dry, ash colored most, his chin in his palms, watching the storm in the valley. An empty sack bad served as a saddle for tbe mare stung about tbe man's waist was a whisky flask and a born. He was evidently a farmer, who had tome up into tbe mountains to salt his wild cattle.

Reid took note ot the clean jacket, the steady blue eyes, tbe red rose in his eap. ••Swiss.' be said to Pomeroy. "Where is Wdlhslla, my friend?"

The mau touched bis cap, aud pointed to a wisp of smoke at tbe bate of tbe tnmnulu. As they rode on. his dog snutfod curiously at their horses' heels, but Hans did not raise his head to look after tiiotu. "Tnat in tbe first man I have seen in America," said Reid, "who took Ume to look the world be lived in."

When they were gone. Hans lay watching the cloud below soften from a metallic black mass into pearly base then it drifted up into films across the green hill*. On the nearer plain below, h? could now see tbe white boiled cotton field*, wet and shining after tbe shower threads oi mist fail ot rainbow iigbts traced out the water courses damp, earth scents came up to tbe height from tue soaked forests. After a long while he ross leisurely, his eyes filled with •&U.<fkction, as oue who has had a good visit in tbe home of a friend. He mounted t*»e mare and rode twu trail the sun shone ruddiiy on the peaks above hiua, but mere was a damp, shivering twilight In tbe gorges. Both seemed holiday weather to the young fellow hts mHrti whinnied when be patted her neek tbe doe ran, barking and jnmping npni biro it was a conversation that bad »een going on for years among old friend*.

Mr. R*ld reached Walballa Just before sundown. As his male went siowly down tbe wide street, lie looked from tide to *id« with pleased surprise.

"It la a street oat of some German village," he said. "I have not Men sach thrift or homely oomfoit In this country." "It is only the sadden contrast to the grandeur and dirt behind us," said Pomeroy. "If you misa the repose and 'omeroy. "if you exaltation of the lofty heights which you talked of, you will find scrubbed floors and flealeas beds a solid consolation."

The sleepy hamlet consisted of bat one broad street, lined by quaint wooden bouses, their stoops covered with grape vines or roses. Back of these bouses stretched trim gardens, gay with dahlias and yellow wall flowers back of these, sgsin, were the farms. Along the middle of the street, st intervals, were shaded wells, public scales, a platform for town meetings. Tbe people were gathered abont one of the wells, in tbeir old Germsn fashion, the men with their pipes, tbe women with their knitting.

Reid remained in Walhalla for two or three days. He found that there were several Swiss families and that many of tbe men bad been wood carvers at home. He bit upon a plan to accomplish bis purpose. He gave a subject lor a panel,—tbe Flight into Egypt, and announced that anyone who cnose jnigbtf undertake tbe work that he would return in a month (he had found there was access to Columbia by railway through tbe valley), and woald then bay tbe best panel offered at a fair price, and, if tbe skill shown in the work satisfied him, would send the carver to London free of expense, and insure bim high and steady wages.

Tbe day he left, ail the village ed about tbe well to talk the matter

Tbe day he left, ail the village collect

over. Here was a strange gust from the outer world blowing into tbeir dead calm! Most of them had forgotten that there was a world oatside of Walballa. Tbey tilled tbeir farms and bartered with the mountaineers. Twice a year Scbopf went to Charlotte for goods to fill bis drowsy shop. London? Riches? Fame The blast of a strange trumpet, truly. Tbe blood began to quicken. Such of tbem as bad been wood carvers felt tbeir fingers itch for tbe knife. "No doubt it is George Heller who will in it," everybody said. "Tbst fel low has ambition to conquer tbe world Did you see bow be followed tbe Englishmen about? He could talk to tbem in their own fashion. George is no or dinary man!" "It Hans had but bis wit now 1" said one, nodding as Hsus on bis msre came down tbe street. "Hans is a good fel low. But be will never make a stir in tbe world. Now, George's Angers used tw be as nimble as his tongue."

Heller's tongue, meanwhile, was wag ging nimbly enough at tbe other side of tbe well. He was a little, wiry, red haired, spectacled fellow, with a per

fetual

movement and sparkle about

im, as if his thoughts were flame. "That's tbe light sort of talk. Fameprofit! Why should we always drag behind tbe world here at Walballs? Plough and dig, plough and dig! The richest man in New York left Germany a butcher's son, with bis wallet strapped on his back and what is New York to London? Just give me a foothold in London and I'll show you what a baker son csn do, let Hans Becbt Isugh as be chooses!" For Hans, who bad come down to tbe well, was listening with quizzical twinkle in bis eye. He filled his pipe, laughed, sst down and said nothing. Everybody knew Hans to be tbe most silent man in Walballa.

Tbe pretty girls gathered shyly closer to Heller and tbe boys thrust their hsnds in tbeir pockets and stsred art mlrlngjy. ,'t Mm.

"A man only needs a foothold in this world George said, adjusting his speo tscles and looking nervously toward beach where a young girl sat holding ber baby brother. Tbe child was a solid lump of fiesh, but she looked down at bim with tbe tenderesteyes in tbe world Tbe sight of ber drove the blood through Heller's veins almost as hotly as the. smell of a glass of liquor would do. "Oh if I win, I'll take a wife from Walballa! he cried, laughing excitedly, looking at ber and not caring that the whole vil lage saw his look. "I'll come back for the girl I love!" He fancied that tbe shy eyes bad caught the fire from bis OH and answered with a sudden flash

Hans thought so, too his pipe went oat in his mouth. When she rose to go home, be took the heavy boy out of her arms, and walked beside ber. Heller's shrill voice sounded behind them like a vehement fife. "Success—money—money!"

Hans looked anxiously down into her face. "They are good things," she said "very good things."

Hans' tongue was tied as usual. He dropped Pbii in the cradle in the kitch en, and then came out and led Christine down to tbe garden of bis own house.

What was London—money, to home Surely she must see that! He led ber slowly past tbe well built barn and piggeries, past tbe beehives hidden behind tbe cberrv trees, and seated her on the porcb. lie thought tbeee things would speak for bim. Hans clung as closely to his home as Phil yonder to his mother's breast. But Christine looked sullen.

Hans said nothing. "A man should not be satisfied with a kitchen garden." she said sharply.

Tbey sat on the porcb steps. The night air was warm and pure, tbe moon hung low over the rice fields to tbe left, throwing fantastic shadows that chased each other like noiseless ghosts as the wind swayed the grain. To the right, beyond the valley, the mountain pieroed the sky. Tbey were all so friendly, but dumb—dumb as himself. If tbey could only spesk and aay of bow little aooount money was, after all! It seemed to Hans as if tbey were always jast going to speak!

But Christine did not look at sky, or mountains, or sleeping valley. She looked at tbe gravel at her feet, and gave it a litte kick. "No doubt George Heller will sacoeed. I hope he will, too!" she said, vehemently. "If a man has the real stuff in him let bim show it to tbe world! I'll go home now, Mr. Becbt."

That evening Hans' violin was silent. He used to play until late in tbe nigbt but he was nharpening his long unused knives, with a pale face. He, too, was beginning a Flight into Egypt.

Durini

tbe next two weeks a tremen­

dous whittling went on In Walballa. Some old fellows, who had never cut anything bat paper knives and match boxes, were fired with the universal frenzy.

Wfy should not Stein, the cobbler, or Frits. tb« batcher, chip his way to wealth, fame, and London? Then la not a butcher or cobbler of us all who does not secretly believe himself to be a genius equal to the beet—barred down by circumstance.

George Heller kept his work secret, but he »w mightily stirred by it in soul and body. Twice, in a rage, be broke the panel InU) bits, and oome out pale and covered with perspiration be walked aboo: mattering to himself like one in a dresn be went to Godfrey Stein's Inn and drank wine and brandy, and

RENFFIE HAUTE SAIUKDAY EVENING

then more brandy, %nd forgot to pay. Genius is spt to leave the lesser virtues tn tbe larch. He kicked tbe dog*out of the way, caned tbe children, and was insolent to his old father who still fed and clothed him. "He' no better than a woil's whelp!" said Stein. "Bat he's got tbe true artist soul. He'll win!" Now if anybody knew the world, it was Godfrey Stein.

Nobody thought Hana Becbt would win but bis old mother. She wss sure of it. She sat beside him with her knitting, talking all the time? The rice field must be flooded? Let tbe rice go this ear. He spent three hoars in tbe cotton this morning. And what with foddering the stock, and rubbing down even tbe pigs—what were cotton and pigs to this cbauce? It would come but once in lifetime.

Meanwhile, Hans, when free from pigs and rice and cotton, sat by the window and cut, cut, and whistled softly. Tbe door of tbe kitchen stood open, and tbe chickens came picking their way on tbe

waite

floor. A swift stream of water

rsn through the millet field and across tbe garden, shining In the snn. The red •rhododendrons nodded over it, and the NH&wsn boshes, scarlet with berries. Beyjpnd tbe millet field, tbere was a rampart ol rolling bills, brouzed with the early trost but here blazed tbe crimson leaver of tbe shonieto, snd tbere a cucumber tree thrust its open golden fruit, studded with scarlet seeds, through tbe dull background. Beyond this rising ground were tbe peaks, indistinct as gray shadows, holding up tbe sky.

Sometimes Mother Becbt caugnt Hans with His knite idle, looking at tbese far off heights, or at the minnows glancing through tbe brook near at hand. Tbere was a great pleasure in bis eyes. "Yoa are a fol to throw away your time," she cried. "Can you cut that red weed or the sky into your wood? You could not even"paint tbem." "God forbid tuat anybody 6bould try!" thought Haus. "Stick to your work work counts. The things that count in tbe world are those which push you up among your neighbors.'*

Hans begHn to cut a tip to Joseph's nose. "The things which count in the world he queried to himself. He did his thinking very slowly. His blind father sat outside in tbe san be came in every bouror two to bear how tbe work was going on, and then wenttoScbopf'ssbop to report. His wife told him that there was no doubt that Hans would succeed. "Joseph 19 good, aud Mary is very fine," she said. "But the male is incomparable. If you could only see tbe mule! When Hans goes to London, do you think be will take us at once, or send for us in tbe spring? I think it would be safer to cross tbe ocean then. But it won't matter to cabin passengers—no steerage for us, father! He will be taking three of us "Eh? How's that? Three?" "Christine," she said, with a significant chuckle. "Oh, she'll be glad enough to take our hands, then! She's had to work her fingers almost to tbe bone. She knows the weight of a ftfll purse." "Hans is welcome to bring ber home whether be wins or not," said Father Becht. "He earns tbe loaf, and it's big enough for lour. Tbere's not a sweeter voice in Walballa than pbristy Vogel's." "She'* well enough," said Mrs. Becbt, cautiously. "Vogel's tobacco brought halt a cent in the pound more than ours, and it was Christine's raising and drymarry yoq. She'll follow tbe fall purse," "She'll follow the man she loves, and that is not I," thought Hans, and he stopped whistling. His mother' voice Bounded on, click-click. "When we are rich—when we are in Loudon—when we drive in a carriage— "She, too?" he considered, looking oat thoughtfully about him at the fat farm lends, the pleasant house, the cheery fire, and then away to the scarlet rowan burning in the brown under growth, and the misty, heaven reaching heights.

Even his mother counted tbese things as nothing beside fame, London, mon ey. Was be then mad or a fool?

Nobody thought he would win. Yet everybody stopped to look in the win dow, with "good luck, Hans!" 'See what a favorite you are, my lad, said his mother. "There's not a man or a womau in Walballa to whom you have not doue a kindness. Do you think the Lord does not know you de serve success? If He does not give you the prize instead ot that drunken Hel ler, thpre's no justice in heaven

At last the Englishman returned The decision was to be made that nigbt Haus bad finished bis panel that very day. He did not know whether it was bad or good. He bad cut away at it as faitbtully as he bad rabbed down bis pigs. He wrapped it ap that evening and went down to the inn, stopping at Vogel's on tbe way. The old people were at the well Christine bad cooked the supper, milked tbe cows, and now she was up in her chamber singing little Phil to sleep.

Her voice came down to Hana below full ot passion and sadness. "Who is It she loves in that way?" he wondered. He stood in tbe path of the little yard, listening. Heller, comin across tbe street, eyed the square jawed. heavy figure. What an awkward figure was, to be sure. How tbe linen clothes bagged about it! He glanced down at bis own natty little legs and ng boots, and tossed bis head jerk-

He carrifd bis panel wrapped in cloth, and came tn, banging the gate after bim. "Is that you, Becbt? Been whittling, too?" he said, with an insolent chackle,

Hans looked at bim steadfastly, not beartng a word that be said. Was it Heller she lo^ed If be were sure of it, be would not speak a word for himself. No matter wbat became of him, if she were content. He was hurt to tbe core.

Christine came down. She wore some stuff of pale blue, and bad fastened a bunch of wild roses in ber bosom. She wss so silent and cold with both tbe young men that one coald hardly be lieve tb«t it was tbe woman who had sung with such passionate longing over tbe cbild. "Now you shall see my panel 1" cried Helier, nervously adjusting his spec tscles. He set it on the bench and

dragged off tbe cloth. "Ab-h!" cried Christine, clasping her bands then sbe turned anxiously to Hans.

Hana wss not ready with his words. Hia eyes filled with tears. He laid his band or Heller's Shoulder with hearty good will. Tbe work gave him keen pleasure. In the face of the mother bending over tbe child there waa that inscrutable meaning which he foand in the qoiet valleys, tbe far height*. Bat Helier, oddly, did not seem to seem to see it. "Yes, very nice bits of chipping then!" palling st bis red moustache. "I shall ask fifty dollars for that."

Christine turned her searching eyes on bim, "Yea, fifty," be repeated, feeling that he had impressed ber.

Huts, too, looked at him wondering. How ooald this paltry set compel the secret into hia work, which to him was but a holy dream Christine was watcbIDS him anxiously. "Ia that your panel?" she said at last.

Hans nodded, healtated a moment, and then broke the thin bit of wood in two and flung it into the road. "It was nothing but a passably eat mule," he said.

Heller laughed loud. "Well, time be off. Wish me good lack, Christine!"

She smiled and walked wttb him to the gate. Hana followed, but she did not onoe look at Hana. As she opened the gate Helier lald|bis hand quickly on hen arose fell from her dress, he caught it and pressed it to his lips. Hia breath wss rank with liquor. Hans thrust him back and strode between them. "This must end. Christine, you must choose between this man and me." "I can easily do that," ahe said, quick*

Heller laughed. Hana gulped down a lump in hia throat. "Not to-night," he aald.

By to-morrow, no doabt, Heller woald be known as saooeaaful, the man whose parse would always be fall. Christine mast know precisely what she was choosing. It waa like Hans to think of these things. If—in spite of it all—she came to him "Tbere is another rose on your breast. Send It to-morrow to the man you love." "1 will." She did not look at him. She was as pale aa himself. He went down the street, leaving her with Heller.

Two hours afterward he went to the inn where Reid was, and sat on a bench at the door. Half tbe village was inside waiting to bear the decision. His heart beat rebelllously againat his breast. Wbat if, after all, there had been great bidden merit in his panel? It waa only natural that Christine should be won by clap trap of success and money—she was only a woman. "Bat no," he answered himself, "what I am—I am. I want no varnish of praise or money."

Out came tbe crowd. "1 knew it!" "The most worthless lout in Walballa!" "A drunkard for luck!" "He goes to London next week." "Then be must some back for his wife." said Stein. "He told me tonight be was betrothed to Christy."

Hans stood up, night to tbem as h«

and nodded goodie pushed through the

crewd. He did not go home. A damp breeze blew up the valley. Down yon der were tbe tar reaching meadows, the lapping streams, the great friendly trees, He went to them as a child goes to its metberln trouble.

About six miles from Walhalla lies tbe trunk line of the Alanta and Richmond railroad. At ten o'clook that evening, tbe moon being at tbe full, the engineer of the expreaa train, going road

away pull up for any signal gineer looked oat in calm contempt. "Reckon be don't know the express!" he said. A little cbild In the can saw

imhm

ed at him through the open window The man disappeared over the brow of the hill. The road made along circuit around its base. Wben tbe engine came ground this bend, the engineer, Hunt, saw on the track in front, a prison hand car used to trsnsport the convict laborers from one division to another. The convicts bad been taken to tbe

Tbe brakes were of no use. The engine swept on, hissing, shrieking. Suddenly Hunt saw that tbe car was backing!—creeping like a snail but assuredly backing. "Y-ba!" yelled Zack.

Hurst saw the man who bad' warned him standing on the platform of tbe car, working it, Now, it required at least four men to work that car.

gen for the first time saw their danger It was but a point of time, yet it seemed like on hour. The train did not abate its speed. The man, a short fellow of poweiful build, threw the strength of a giant/into bis straining muscles, his whitd face with Its distended e1

Tbne stoat men tried to move tbe oar. Tkey could not do it. •'Who is tbat fellow?" "A workman on tbe road?" "No," said Hunt. "Where la he?" aaked several.

For be bad vanished as if tbe earth bad awallowed him up. "He was a youngish, light com}lexionei fellow," said Zack. "Most ikely a Deuteher from Walhalla."

kely a P« "Whoever be may be, he saved oar lives," stid a director of tbe road. "I never ssiw such desperate courage, I vote fors testimonial."

Tbe American soal exults in testimonials, and tbe Southerner Is free with his money. Then happened, too, to be delegation of New York merchants on oarowfto valued tbeir livea at a pretty tignrlMore tban all, there was a widow fromiOsilfornia, tbe owner of milliona and it fbe pretty boy who bad looked tbe window. "He aaved my ahe aald with a sob, as ahe took tbe testimonial grew suddenly into a sum jwhich made Harat wink with amaiment wben be heard of it. "Tbat I fellof will be king in Walballa," be

sear morning wben Hana came He went to hia room,«df snd slept heavily. The next the village waa on fire with it. Tbe inn was full of pasfrom the train the story was I ybody's mouth. Tbe director of the xied bad driven over from the sta-

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Hon. When HUM went down to the pastors that morning ho aawa plaoard atatlng the fcetaandtMramnMoribedi and requeellng the claimant to present himself at the station that •veiling for indentlfication by Hunt.

Hana went on to the paatuie. When he came back and was at work in the garden, he could hear through the paling the people talking aa they went by. "He will be the richest man in Walhalla." "The director Bays the company will give him a aituation lor life. So they ought!" othing else waa talked of. The contests of yesterday and all the Flights into Egypt were forgotten. "Ah. how lacky that fellow is," he beard bis mother ssy on the sidewalk. "And tben'a Heller 1 Some people are born to lack 1" looking over tbe palings with bitter disappointment at Hans, digging potatoes.

Bat blind Father Becht listened in aiienoe. He knew but one man in the world brave enough for aaoh a deed. "I give that lad my blessing!" he said, striking his oane on the ground. He, too, turned toward Hans digging potatoes. "Heller ia packing to be off to London," somebody said. "They say Vogel's pretty daughter is to follow in the spring."

Hana atuck in hia spade and went to his mother. "I am going to salt the cattle on the north mountain," he said. "Very well. He doea not care to know who thla brave lad ia," she sa'.d tp his father. "He'a a mod boy, bat dall —dull. They say there is a woman from California at the inn. She says she must see the man who saved her boy's life. She is rich and has her whimB, no doubt."

Night came, bat the man did not present himself. The next day the director, who was of a generous, impatient temper, offered a reward to anybody who could make him known. It was oertaln he had told, nobody what he had done, or they woald have oome forward tor the reward. The excitement grew with every hoar. Hans returned late in the next day. He went to hia spade and began to dig the po to toes. His mother followed. "Well," Bhe exclaimed, "he is not yet found! The story is gone by telegraph to all parts of the country. Here are fame and riches waiting for bim. Some people certainly are born on luoky Sundays. There ia Heller, the drunken ou must

ays. There fa Heller, the drunken beast, gone to London. And dig potatoes! There's no justice Heaven!"

She clicked away, knitting as she went. Now I may as well say here that, although this happened yeara ago, the missing man ia not yet found. He is the mystery aud pride of all that region. The direotor put the money out at compound interest, but it is yet unolahned

Concerning Hans, however, who digs hiB potatoes in the same patch, we have

north, saw a man at a turn of the ing bim vehemently toatop. Now. I potatoes in tne same patch, we have train in that leiaurely region will "?I»®thJD8

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in for any signal. Bat this en- finished digging that morning he went

Hunt had been twenty yean In his the sky—how friendly. All these things business he understood the condition I came, as he played, into themusiosnd

of affain at a glance. He knew it meant spoke through it, -ifai

death to all those people in the crowded shone in his eyes. cars behind him, to him fint of all. He I And at that moment—be never forgot whistled down brakes, bat be knew it

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was of no use. The brakes were of the Ie(* his cheek, and a red rose came before old kind, and before the train could be Ih,seyes. slackened it would be upon tbe solid mass in front. "We're done for, Zack," he said to tbe fireman. He did not think of jumping off his engine. It is noticeable bow few common plaoe men try to shirk death wben in the discharge of duty.

t?11- When he had

into tbe bouse. The stout fellow hsd lost his ruddy oolor, as though be had hrough

lately gone through some heavy strain

the "man gesticulating w'iTdly and laugh-1 °j bouy or soul. He sat on the kitchen

steps and played a soft air on his violin. The esrth be bad been digging lay in moist, black heaps. He liked tne smell of it. How like a whispering voice was the gurgle of the stream through the roots of the sumaobs! Yonder was Peruvian tree, raising its trunk and branches in blood-red leaves sgsinst tbe still air far beyond were the jiclemn

fcfljlhlow Sow quiet It was yonder near

and a great stillness

life—a woman's hand brush-

is ey "You did not oome for tbe rose, so I brought it to you," said Christine.

Later in. the morning tbey went to the well together all their nelghbon were tbere, afid it was soon known tbey were betrothed. Everybody took Hans by the hand. He had never guessed he had so many friends. "There is no better fellow In tbe world," they said to one another. "He deserves luck." "Tbatis why I was impatient witfe you," whispered Christine. "I could not bear to see that miserable Heller carry away all tbe praise and the money too." "These are not tbe things in tbe world that count," said Hans, quietly.

In another minute the engine would be upon him. "God! You'll be killed!" shouted Hurst. The terrible hardihood of the train," tbe people whispered. "That is man stunned bim into forgetting that

Presently an open carriage drove through tbe street. "That is tbe lady who was in the

her

anybody else was in danger. At that til sbe finds tbe man who saved them." instant from tbe train came a frightful The lady, smiling, held her baby up shriek—women's voices. The passen-

boy. She says sbe will not go un-

tbat

passer

it might see the women. She was

greatly amused nd interested by tbe qusint German village. When the boy caught sight of Hans be laughed and held out b?8 bands. The mother nodded kindly. "The brave man who aaved us also wore a workman's dress. I am told," she said. "My boy saw bim as be

white face with its distended eyes was toia," sn close In front in tbe red glare of the en- passed." gine. Hans took the child in his arms for a

Hunt shut bis eyes. He muttered moment, and kissed him. When be something about Joe,—Joe was his little gave him back to hia mother his eyes boy. wore full of tean. Then the carriage

Th| train jarred with along scrunch- drove on. and—stopped. They were He stood at tbe door of the home tbat was so dear to him. Christine held prayed Hurst. "Tight bia band the sun shone cheerfully about your life, Zack," he said I bim. bis lips with his tongue, people poured out of tbe train. Theyjwent up to tbe car, some laughing, aome'swearing. Bat every man there felt as if Deatb had taken his soul into his bald for a moment, and then let it go.

'To think," said his mother, "that we are not to know who that brave fellow was."

His blind father took Han's other band softly In his. "God knows," be said.

But no one heard bim.

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Remarkable. John Hunt, of Provi dence, R. I., found himself aeized with a general dropsy. His body swelled to an enormoua size he could not lie down, and deatb seemed inevitable. His Kidneys were also badly affected. Tbe service of a renowned pbysiciaq were secured, and a prescription was made after a thorough examination. Mr. Hunt began to improve at once, and after a time waa reatored to a perfect health. Tbe family ased tbe medicine in similar cases with tbe same results. Tbey named it HUNT'S REMEDY, the Great Kidney and Liver Medicine, and it ia now sold by all Druggist. Trial size, 75 cents.

From tbe easy expectoration, increased respiratory power of tbe Langa, and tbe removal of Irritation, manlfeat from cessation of Odngh snd other alarming symtoms, after using Fellows' Compound Syrup of Hypoybosphitee, it is clear tbst the formation of tuberculoa matter ia not only stopped, bat tbst already deposited Is being earned away.

TrsafetoNflM Children. Hist are always wetting tbeir beds ought not to be seolded andpunisbed for wbat tbey cannot help. Tbey need a medicine having a tonic effect on tbe

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Os ptioa Cared. An old physician, retired from praotloe, having nad placed in his hands by an East Indian miaaionary tbe formula of a aimple vegetable remedy for the speedy and permanent care of Consumption, Bronchitis, Catarrh, Asthma, and all Throat and Lung Affections, also a positive and radical cure for Nervous Debility and all Nervous Complaints, after having tested its wonderful curative powen in thousands of cases, has felt it bis duty to inpke 11 known to his suffering fellows. Actuated by tills motive and a desire to relieve human Buffering, I will send free of charge to all who desire it, this recipe, in German, Frenoh or English, with fall 1X1 WLIU«U* directions for preparing and using. Sent adares ia paper, Powers* Block, Rochester, N.

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you or asthma, bron* consumption, severe

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BROWNS

EXPECTORANT

The old reliable remedy for all Throat and Lung Diseases, is a scientific preparation# compounded from the formula of one of tbe most successful practitioners In the" Western country. It has stood the test for the last twenty years aud will efleot a cure after all other cough remedies have failed.

|IEAD THE FOLLOWING, HALL or REPRESENTATIVES, INDIANAPOLIS, Ind.. Feb. J6, JH71. DR. J, H. BROWN—We have used your "Brown's Expectorant" and take pleasureIn saving that it is the best medicine for coughs, colds, hoarseness, and cheorfully recommend It to all who may he troubled with Throat aud Lung affections.

WM MACK, speaker House of Hep. ZENOU, Rep Harrison county. S CAUTIIOBN, Kep Knox county.

MONTGOMERY, Rep Johnson county. TAR&TON, Rep Johnson and Morgancounties. 8cHELL, Doorkeeper House of Rep. N WAKSUM, Rep Hancock county.

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

IT ACTS LIKE MAGIC. OFFICE J. M. AND I. R. R. Co., JKFFKHSONVILLI, Ind., April 0, 1871./ DE. J. H. BROWN—Having suffered witha severe cough for some time past, 1 was induced to try one bottle of your "Brown'* Expectorant." I unhesitatingly say I found it pleasant to the taste, and to act like magic. A few doses done the work forthe cough,and I am well.

DILLARD RICKBTTS,

President J. M. and 1. R. R.

READ WHAT OEN. KIMBALL HAYS. INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Dec. 20,18«9. DR. J. H. BBOWN—After having used your to know-

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success In curing tbe most obstinate ce*es of coughs, colds, etc. I have frequently administered the "Expectorant" to my children, and always found it the very best as well as the most pleasant remedy of Its kind

NATHAN KIMBALL, Treasurer of State.

WHAT A CAME OF CONSUMPTION SAYS. om« been afillet-a

David A. Sands,of Darlington, Mon ery county, says: "My wife has been ed with consumption for a number of years and during that time has tried most all of tbe medicines recommended tor that disease without affording any relief. I was Induced by the recommendations ot Dr. Park, druggist at Darlington, to try 'Brown's Expectorant Syrup,' and I am now happy to say tbat my wire Is so much improved I am confident it will entirely restore her health by its continued use."

IT CURES BRONCHITIS. 'EDINBURGH, Ind., August 2H,1K71. This Is to certify that I have ufed Brown's Expectorant in my family since its first introduction. It has never ialled to give entire satisfaction. My wife Is subject tobronchltls, and I lave found no remedy equal to "Brown's Expectorant" 1 recommend It as a safe and reliable remedy*

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J. T. BBXNTOX, M. D,

Brown's Expectorant

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