Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 45, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 8 May 1880 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE*

TERRE HAUTE, MAY 8, 1880

TWO EDITIONS

Of this Paper are pabllsbed. The FIRST EDITION, on Friday Evening hai a large circulation In the snrroondlng towns, where It Is sold by newsboys and agents. The SECOND

EDITION, on Saturday Even xnt the hands of nearly every

a reading person ui the city, and the Cannon of this Immediate vicinity. Every Week's Issue Is, in faci,

TWO NEWSPAPERS,

In which all Advertisements appear for THE PRICE OF ONE ISSUE.

.QUEER HAPPENINGS. A boy Aged 15, of Columbia county, N. C., was bitten on the wrist by a black spider, and died in a few minutes. The .bite was on a vein.

Atlanta, Ga., is puzzled over a perfect iron wedge that was taken from the middle of a blue granite rock found forty-six feet under the ground.

Daring the recent floods in Greenville, 8. C., large flocks of wild geese went into the city, and many people enjoyed shooting them from their back piazzas.

When Ansell Randell of Montville, Mo., was dying, be demanded that there be no mourning at bis funeral. His coffin and tombstone be bad prepared beforehand.

For thirty years Mrs. Martha P. Graves, of South Killingly, Conn., had been deaf. She recently dreamed that her bearing was restored, and on the second morning following she awoke "with bearing perfect.

A young wife, with one child, living at Jamestown, N. Y., was sold to another man by her husband for $50. She is now at the home of ber prospective father-in-law, waiting for the son to earn money to close the contract.

Florence Seymark's father, of Elizabeth City, N. C., shot ber lover in the shoulder the night before be was to elope with her. She fled from her room in her night clothes, and, joining ber intended, was married before the father discovered ber absence.

Tulare Lake bed in Hanford, Cal., is five miles from where It was four years ago. On the land reclaimed by the change are found the remnants of a oorral and cabin, and irrigating ditobes can be traced running in straight lines.

Six hundred barrels of whiskey were lost by the sinking of the steamer Arabian in the Missouri River twentytwo years ago. All attempts to raise it failed but now the course of the river has changed, and the whiskey, which now lies forty feet under the sand, 1B to be dug for. ,,

As a young couple stood waiting at the depot for a traio, at Ballston Spa, the gentleman, to protect his neck from the biting air, opened bis satchel and took from it, what he thought was an embroidered soarf. After noticing the quizzing smiles of the faces of the spectators, he went into the depot, and looking at the mirror, saw that bis neck was encircled by & clocked stocking of his brido.

Queer taste is exhibited by the "family of Telford, who was murdered by Geo. W a in a on 1879. Over his grave 1s a granite shart surmounted by a large butcher knife, and on tbe stone is the inscription: '•Murdered by

George W. Hays, Harvey Telford. Died Jan. 18,1879.

Aged 22 y's, 8 mo., 6 d's." In the herd house of Overholt

Crouse, Summit county, Utah, a wildcat took possession of abed for several nights. The herders quit the building, but a miner was determined to regalu possession, and he went to the bouse, carrying a gun. Tho animal was in bsd, but at sight of the gun he climbed up thn chimney and out Into the brush. While the 'miner was lu bed, he was awakened by a scrambling In the chimney, and, stealthily crossing the floor, the cat again took the spare bod. A bullet soon ondod Us existence.'

DRINKING ICE WA TER.

Baltimore Sun.

There is no more doubt that drinking ioe water arrests digestion than there is that a refrigerator would arrest perspiration. It drives from the stomach its natural heat, suspends the flow of gastrio juice, and shocks and weakens the delicate organs with which It comes in coutaot. An able writer on human diseases says: "Habitual lc« water drinkers are usually very flabby about the region of the stomach. They complain that their food lies heavy on that patient organ. They taste their diuuer for hours after it Is bolted. They cultivate the u«e of stimulants to aid digestion. It they are intelligent they read upon food and what the physiologist has to say about it—how long it takes cabbage and pork and baef and potatoes and other meats and esculents to go through the process of assimilation. They roar at new bread, hot cakes, and fried meat, imagining these to have been the cause of their maladies. But the toe water goes down all the same, and linally Iriettds are called in to take a farewell look at one whom a mysterious Providence bas called to a clime where, as far as is known, ice water is not used. The number of immortal beings who go hence, to return no more, on account of an Injudicious use of Ice water, can hardly be estimated."

CASTS FROM 1.1 VINO.FORMS. I was taken by a friend, says a Parts correspondent, to see the wonderful piaster casts of living human beings which are among the curiosities of the Russian department. Row the thing is done it i* impossible to imagine, but there the two statue® are, recumbent female figure*, undoubtedly taken from living women. One Ues slightly turned upon her side, ber Hps parted in a smile, as though she vraa trying to suppress a laugb, The other, who was much the finer of the two, lies face downward, her teet craesed, and her bead pillowed on her folded arm# as though she had thrown herself down to sleep. The minutest details, to the texture of the skin, nails, etc., are very perfectly repro duoed, the goo#e fleeh wherewith the »ktn Is covered being amusingly notice and showing that the preparation ',-.'1! for these cast*, the composition whereof i* a secret, must be applied cold. Then aii the little indentations in the soles of the feet and thepalraa of the hands, and the carve of the nulls, and their rimming* of skin and flesh are ith startling accuracy. The produced wi process by which these figures are pro duced isstlll a secret, but it is certainly a wonderful discovery.

THE MYSTERY OF DREAMS. Boston Times. A story is told of a man who fell as !eep as the clock tolled the first hoar twelve, and awakened ere the echo the twelfth stroke had died away. Ii the interval be bad dreamed that had committed a crime, was detected alter five years, tried, and condemned the shock of finding the baiter about his neck aroused him to consciousness, when he discovered that these events had happened in an inlinitlssimal fragment of time.

Mohammed wishing to illustrate the wonders of sleep told how a certain man began a sbeik found himself for his

fived

iride, made a poor fisherman that he as one for sixty years, brought up a family and worked bard how, upon waking from this long dream, so short a time had he been asleep, that the narrow necked gourd bottle filled with water, which he knew he overturned as be fell asleep, had not time in which to empty itself.

What is it that crowds the experiences of years into an atom of time, and bow can we explain tbe workings of a mind which moves with such astounding

"^ow^fast tbe soul travels when the body is asleep! How often when we wake do we shrink from tbe dull routine of sordid existence that is before us, and wish ourselves back in the pleasanter life of dreamland. How is it when we go to a strange place we fancy that we have seen it before? or why, when awakened in tbe morning, are we impressed with an indescribable sense of having been somewhere, and gazed upon scenery that is strange to us, but which is pictured upon our mind?, and which dwells with us for days through the influence of a dream?

Is it possible that when one has been asleep, the soul has floated away, saw the place, and has stamped upon its memory tbe impressions which we cannot comprehend, and whiob cling to us with suob tenancity when we are awake?

If it be true, as some scientific men claim, that there is such a substantial, vital, and mental organism, which constitutes the incorporeal and essential entity of every living creature, then we can understand what it is that controls and Influences us, that connects us with the countries and prophetic utterances of our dreams, and which leaves our bodies, while they lie senseless and asleep, to roam the earth at will. it must be a part of some actual substance which bad a previous existence and as oar material organism neccessarily came from a source of pre-existing matter, so must our mental and vital organism come from a sonrce or fountain of pre-existing mind and life.

It is this mental, incorporeal structure, that whiob is Immortal, the soul of man, that goes forth and receives the impressions that fasten themselves up on our minds with such vividness when we are awake. It is this essence, which comprehends in a dream, quicker than the lightning flash, the detail experiences of events in our lives which would cover years in their actual enactment.

SPRING STYLE IN PADS. Cln. Saturday Night. Pads are worn rather longer this spring than last. This is necessary in order to have them do any good. A liver pad, to be fashionable, must match your liver, as to color. And it must be cut high in tbe neck if you area high liver. Low neck pads are only worn on full dress occasions. We were shown a very handsome liver pad the other day at one of our fashionable drug stores. It was of French bunting, with a orape finish, cut decollette, and trimmed with new Smyrna lace. Bugle tiimmingsran around the edges, and chenille tassels were held in place by passementerie buttons. Nothing but a generous liver could afford this. Kidney pads this season are made to be worn unaer a light colored spring overcoat. They button up with three Duttons in front, and have either a standing or roll-over oollar. Tbe lung pad is very plain this spring, and only ornamented with cough drops. It is cut single breasted where one lung is gone. The price depends altogether on how much tbe patient can raise. Toothaohe pads, recently introduced, are very becoming to thin people, giving them an appearance, of plumpness they oould not otherwise attain. They are made with high heels and box toes. Manufacturers are put to their stumps, we understand, to supply the demand for toothache pads.

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MR. MURPHY DROPS IN.

Philadelphia Record.

"Step in here for a moment," remarked Frank Murphy to a friend, both of whom were waiting for a car near Fifteenth and Market streets, and away shot tbe apostle of temperance toward a pair of green blinds serving the double purpose of a screen and door to an oyster salocn. "How aro you Johnny give us your baud. How are you getting along?" were the interrogatories fired at the saloon keeper in quick succession. "Bad enough," was the reply "you are kicking up such a devil of a muss with our business that it's all going to the dogs." "Bless the Lord!" exclaimed tbe unprofitable visitor, good naturedly and then added: "Why don't you come around to the meetings? They'll do you gooj. Come up to the house and see me." "Have to stay here and attend to business if I don't the sheriff will sell me out." "I wish to Heaven he would. God bless you! Good bye," and tbe lecturer grasped the band ot the good natured saloon keeper, and, after a hearty shake, he shot out through the door way as unceremoniously as he had shot in.

FUN AHEAD. ", New York Sun.

An old and still partially intoxicated sailor was brought up before Justice Wandeil in tbe Yorkvitle police court yesterday. Tho justice asked: "Thomas, why do you drink the nasty staff?"

The old sailor respectfully saluted his Honor, and inquired of him if be meant liquor. "That's just what I mean," replied titie court, "it is very nasty stuff." "Your honor is all wrong," pursued the old sailor, reflectively, "all wrong." "Look at me,*' said the justice, "I am over 60 years of age, and I never have tasted liquor." "Was your Honor never drank "Never in my life." "May I be Well, your Honor, you're not too old yet. There's fun ahead for you—heapsof fan ahead."

When the court room became quiet In a measure the old sailor was discharged.

ONE OOSSTR UQTION OF IT. BartinKton Hawkeye. The Monroe Doctrine simply means that we are the bull of the woods between the two ocean*, and that the man who joins faru» with us on either aide had better not move the boundry fence until he talks to us about it, and that he can't sublet a patch of his farm to anybody until we are satisfied that the new tenant will make a good neighbor for us. That"* about all there is of it.

Btsnd

BEAUTIFUL SENTIMENT. One sometimes finds a gem among tbe castaways of the forgotten years. Tbe following congratulatory letter to young lady on tbe eve of marriage is venerable but is good. Tbe gentle heart that indited it, with tbe bride and her maideuB, may have passed away with tbe flowers that perfumed tbe past but tbe "old, old story" is told as sweetly now as then, and tbe same stately oeremonies usher in the event which links the destinies of the hearts. "I am hctdlogsome pasteboard in my hands—threeJately pluckings from the bush of cerfenfoby. I am gazing upon a card, and upon a name a name with which your gentle lite began, a name with which your throbbing heart was lost. There is nothing strange about that card. The maiden sign Btill looks up from it, calm and customary, as it looks on many a friendly visit, as it lies in many a formal basket. "I am gazing, too, upon a card where tbe nearer parent tells the world she will be 'At Home' one day and that is nothing new. But there is another card whose mingling there put a tongue of fire into its speechless pasteboard. It tells us that feeling is maturing into the tiny, and that these cards are but the pale heralds of a coming crisis whea a hand that has pressed friend's hands, and plucked flowers, shall close down on one to whom she will be a friend and flower forever after. "I send you a few flowers to adorn tbe dying moments of your single life. They are the gentle type of a delfdste durable friendship. They spring up by our side when others have deserted it, and will be found watching over our graves when those who should, have forgotten us. "It seems meet that a past so calm and pure, as yours, should expire with a kindred sweetness about it that flowers and musio, kind friends and oarnest -vords should consecrate the hour, when a sentiment is passing into a sacrament. "The three great stages of our being are birth, tbe bridal and burial. To the first we bring only weakness, for the last we have nothing but dust. But here at the altar where life, the pair come throbbing up to the holy man whispering the deep promise that arms each with the other's heart to help on in the life struggle of care and duty. "The beautiful will be there, borrowing new beauty from tbe scene—the gay and tbe frivolous will look solemn for once, and youth will come to gaze on all that its sacred thoughts pant for—and age will totter up to hear tbe old words repeated over again, that to their own lives have given the charm. Some will weep over it as if it were a tomb some will laugb, as if it were a joke but two must

riltmE HAL'Tl bAiUiiDAY EVENING MATT,

by it, for it is fate, not fun,

this everlasting locking of their lives. "And now can you, who have queened it over so many bended forms, can you come down at last to the frugal diet of a single heart? "Hitherto you have been a clock giving your time to all the world. Now you area watoh buried in one particular bosom, marking only hours, and ticking only to the beat of his heart, where time aud feeling shall be in unison until these lower ties are lost in that higher wedlock, where all hearts are united around the 'Central Heart' of all. "Hoping that calm sunshine may hallow your clasped hands, I sink silently into a signature,—"

HOW TO SURE THE A TOOTHAOHE. ,.-

All The Year Round.

Some months ago an English tourist, lingering in a country churchyard, was present at a funeral, and observed among the group of mourners a young man, who particularly attracted attention by bis swollen face, and the utter dejection of his appearance. "Here at last is one true mourner," thought tbe Englishman. While this thought was passing through his mind the supposed mourner took up a skull which lay on the top of a heap of dry mould and crumbled bones. He raised it to his lips, and, with his own teeth, extracted a tooth from it. Horror filled the stranger as he watched this proceeding, saw bim throw the skull carelessly away, while be wrapped the tooth in paper and put it in bis pocket. "Can you tell me why be did that?" asked our tourist of an old man who had stood besldo him during tbe funeral ceremony. "Ah, sorely, yopr honor tbe poor poy was very bad wil' the toothache, an' it's allowed to be a cure if you draw a tooth a frae a skull wl' your ain teeth. He'll sew tbe tooth in his clothes an' wear it as long as he lives." "You don't tell me so. Do you think the remedy will be effectual?" "It's like enough, Sir," replied the old man, showing where a tooth was sewed in the liniug of bis own waistcoat. "It's five years since I pulled that one the same way, an' I never had a touch o' the toothache sinoe."

4 WAR ANECDOTE. "v* Savannah News. Daring the late war General McLaws, now postmaster atSavannab, was riding down bis picket line, and encountered a genuine son of the old pine tree state on duty, who had taken his gun apart with tbe intention of giving it a thorough cleaning. Tbe general baited in frontof him, when the following convorsation ensued: "Look here, ni.f man, are you not a sentinel on duty?" "Well, yaa% a bit of a one." "Don't you know it is wrong to take your gun apart while on daty?" "Well, now, who the d—1 are you?"

The general saw bin chance, and with a sly twinkle of tbe eye, replied: "I'm a bit of a geueral." "Well, gineral, you must excuse me. You see tbar is so many d—n foolsridin' 'round here a feller can't tell who's giner&l and wbo ain't. If you will gist wait till I git Betsy Jane fixed I will give you a bit of a s'lute."

Tbe general smiled and rode oo, firmly convinced that that sentinel would prove equal to any emergency^

NKXTTO GODLINESS.—A neat, clean, fresh-aired, sweet, cheerful, well-ar-ranged house exerts a moral Influence over its inmate*, and make the members of a family peaceable and considerate of each other's happiness. Tbe connection is obvious between the state of mind thus produced and respect for others, and for those higher duties and obligations which no law can enforce. On the contrary, a filthy, squalid, noxious dwelling, in which none of the deeen dee of life are observed, contributes to make its inhabitants selfish, sensual and regardless of tbe feelings of others and the constant indulgence of such passions renders them reckless and brutal.

THB best reform In domestic Ills Is without doubt the introduction of Dr. Bull's Baby Syraj*. Where it is known no more laudanum is given to the babies.

A GODLY DEED.

A. T. Worlen.

What constitutes a godly deed? I saw a child With levered, trembling limbs and visage wild, Extended on a car seat, underneath his head A man's rough great coat, pillow both and bed.

Ho was awee small boy, a messenger by trade, As might be seen by jaunty cap ana biafd The silver letters o'er the torepiece small Marked the wee man a toller with usalL

And he was deathly sick the swimming eye Through jarring windows Manned the wintry sky The cracked and parching lips with baby pout Sent gasps of pain or harried breathings out.

So baby-like he seemed in his unrest, I longed to fondly clasp him to my breast. Tear off the cap and badge with angry cry. And sing the fevered boy a lullaby.

And as I watched tSe face of white and red, 1 saw a griuled man stoop o'er his head, And with great, horny hands caress his face, Then in the corner near him take his place.

Standing upright and swaying with the train The whole day through to save the sick lad pain Weary and foot-sore, ever on his feet. To make the lad a conch upon his seat.

Why should our artists always limn and point 8ome priest or woman as the pattern saint Lives there no love divine in coarser clay. Beat there no great, strong hearts in hodden gray.

The world lacks romance, but the laughing crowd From wayside cities when with greetings loud, They thronged the oars, ana pressed to find a place, Instinctive paused above the fevered face.

Then gaaed with veneration on the man, And turned and turned again his face to scan, Like homage rendered at a coarse,rude shrine. Which bears in wood or stone the form divine

My destination reached, I turn and gaze Down the long car, and la the twilight haze. Erect and watchful, stands the guardian form While the long train rolls onward in the storm

Long on my heart the picture will remain The weary baby form and face of pain, The silent patieDce of the great, true man, Who gave himself as only true men can.

O fevered, restless sufferer, heir of pain. Who forms thy couch, or soothes thy burning brain? Dost see above thee one Majestic Form,' As onward thou art hurled in cloud and storm?

Earning Her Own

It was a tempestuous night in November. Tbe carved Duteh clock in Judge Harrison's study had just struck 9. Judge Harrison himself, an austere looking, silver haired man, sat upright in bis chair, gazing coldly at bis guest. "Well," said Dr. Hooper, pulling on bis gloves, "of course it isn't for me or any one'else to interfere in family matters. But your grandchild is left totally unprovided for, sir." "I cannot help that," said the Judge, frigidly. "Eight years ago I offered to support the ohild and the father, too, if he would only cousent to leave that outlandish foreign wife of bis, He married ber against my will. Let him abide by bis decision." "It's only natural, Judge, that a man should cleave unto his wife," urged the doctor. "It is only natural, then, that a man should provide for the child of that wife, Dr. Hooper. AtalleveBts, I shall assume no further responsibility." "But, Judge Harrison, you area very rich man!" "Granted—but as I made my money tnyself, I feel that I have aright to spend it to suit myself." "Hilda is a line girl," pleaded Dr. Hooper. "No doubt, no doubt, but you will pardon me if I feel no great anxiety to see the child of the German singing woman wbo stole my son's heart away from me," -4- *,

Dr. Hoc per hesitated. "Judge," be said at last, in a tone of appealing earnestness, "you have another granddaughter." "I have. My daughter's child Marian Lennox, makes this ber home." "And yet you would deny a similar home to Hilda Harrison."

Judge Harrison's shaggy white brows met in a straight, frowning line. ••Doctor," said be, "you will fail to make the distinction between a dutiful child and one who has been undutlful." "Let me see Miss Lennox said Dr. Hooper. "Lot me interest her in the fate of this desolate and unknown cousin. She has a woman's heart in her bosom. I am sure I can move her..'

Judge Harrison smiled coldly as he touched a small gilded call bell which stood on the table beside him. "Send Miss Marian here," said be to a servant, and tbe man noiselessly obeyed.

In another minute a tall, prince like girl stood in the room—a girl with hair of pale gold, deep blue eyes, like azure stars, and a blue silk dress that fell in picturesque folds about ber, and trailing noiselessly over the carpet as she •Marian," said the Judge, "this is Dr. Hooper. He has come here to plead tbe cause of your Uncle Severn's daughter Hilda. Severn deliberately disobeyed me at first in marrying Hiidergarde Boehmer—be rejected tbe offer I afterward made of taking him and tbe child home, if he would but leave tbe siren who had blighted all b(S life. Now be is dead, and has left his child unprovided for. I say, as he has sowed, so let hia cbildren reap. What do you say?" "I think grandpapa is quite right," said Marian, in a soft, sweet voice.

Grandpapa is always right!" •'Then you have no word to speak for this lonely little orphan?" criea out Dr. Hooper, deeply indignant. Marian laid her ringed band upon that ot ber grandfather and nestled close to him. "I always defer my judgement to that of grandpapa," said she—and Judge Harrison, passing his arm around tbe girl's waist, looked with ill-concealed triumph at tbe lucklees special pleader.

Dr. Hooper bowed, spoke his adieux, and departed. When he returned to his own humble residence, a dark eyed girl met him at door. "Have you seen him, doctor—ray grandfather?" she cried, eagerly.

Dr. Hooper nodded. "It's no use, though," said be. "The old man bas a heart like granite and that eirl, your cousin, is of cast iron." "He will not take me?" "No.""

Hilda Harrison set her lips together. "Well," she said, "then I must manage to provide for myself." ,, "No hurry, las» no hurry said tbe kindly little doctor. "Go tell wife to bring me a cup of hot coffee before I start out again." "Hilda," he said, presently, as he sat toasting his feet before the fire, with his wife knitting opposite, and Judge Harrison's granddaughter leaning akaJnst the window and looking out Into the stormy darkness, "what are yon going to do!" "I don't think I quite know, doctor." "Yon are Ml?" "Sixteen and a half, sir." "And you cannot teach?" "Ob, dear, no air!" Hilda shook ber

head decidedly. "I had no chance for much education, traveling about as I did." "Nor sew?" "Not well enough to adopt it for a profession." "Then, for all I can see there is noth ing left but to go into domestic service." "I would take a place to-morrow, doctor, if I could get a good home and decent wages," said Hilda, qnickly. "Good," said Dr. Hooper. "That is the right spirit, ohild! I don't fear but what you'll make your way, in one direction or another. But, I think I can see something a little more promising ahead for you than that." "What is it, doctor?" "I noticed the way you took care of your poor father, Hilda, in his last illness. I thought then that you would make a good nurse—I think so now. There is an opening in St. Francesca's Hospital. A good home and a dollar a "As nurse, doctor?" "As nurse!" "And I should see you sometimes?" "Frequently—twice a week at least."

Hilda pondered a second or two, and then came forward with glistening eyes and red lips apart. "Doctor," ssld she, "I will try it."

And so Clement Harrison's granddaughter donned the little muslin cap, print dress, and white ruffled apron of the St. Franoesoan corps of nurses, and set dllligently to work earning her own living.

A year had passed by, and Dr. Wallace sent word that a nurse was wanted for a small pox case in tbe city. The Sister Superior of the St. Francescans looked dubiously at her women. "Who will go?" said she—and Hilda Harrison stepped forward. "I will," said she. I have no fears of the contagion, and I want to add to my experience."

So little Hilda packed her bag and went. The housekeeper of tbe great Fifth avenue palace was wringing her hands, half terrified out of her senses the other servants had taken preoipitate leave. "And Mrs. Lennox went this morning," said she. "I should tfcink she might have stayed." "Who is Miss Lennox?" questioned innocent Hilda. "Tbe old gentleman's granddaughter, that he has brought up and petted like a cosset lamb," said Mrs. Hurst. "Ob, tbe ingratitude of some folks. And if Judge Harrison dies—"

Hilda looked up quickly from the bottles of carbolic acid she was unpacking. "Is this Judge Harrison's bouse?" said she. "Why of course it is," answered Mrs. Hurst. "Didn't you know?" "No, I did not know," Hilda said. "But of course it makes no difference whose bouse it is." "Who are you?" Judge Harrison asked, hoarsely, as the light foot crossed tbe threshold.

I am tbe nurse from St. Francesca's. Tbey call me Hilda." "Hilda what?" "Never mind my other name," said tbe young girl, with gentle authority, that had come to her from months of practioe at weary sick beds. "They call me Hilda and you are not to talk and excite yourselr." "Do you know you are running a great risk?" "It is ray business to run risks.".

Three weeks elapsed. The crisis of tho disease was paBt. The old man, weakened indeed, and sadly disfigured, was able once more to tit up in bis

chair and him with a vigil ance and tenderness which he fully appreciated, was arranging fresh flowers in a vase on the table. "Hilda," said be,

Blowly,

Hilda laid down ber roses and looked with pathetio eyes at bim. Sbe will not come back at all, sir, she answered. "We dared not tell you before, but—but her flight was in vain. She died of small pox last week."

The old man turned away with a smothered groan. "Hilda," said he. "you will stay with me? You will not leave me alone? Nay, do not speak. I know who you are. I recognized your name when you first came. You have looked at me with your father's eyes many a time since. Hilda, I think God has sent you to me." "Oh, grandpa!" And Hilda knelt weeping Deside his chair, scharcely able to believe that bis loving arms were around her neck his tears dropped on ber brow. "Ob, dear, dear grandpapa! I have so longed for some one to love— for some one to love me!"

And good little Dr. Hooper was well satisfied with tbe result of Hilda's experiment at earning ber own living. "Heaven manages these things better than we do," thought he, as be remembered his attempt at softening Judge Harrison's flinty heart more than a year before.

Tke Old Story.

Tbe morning sunlight looked In through tbe silken curtains, lighting tbe room as with an angel's smile, suddenly enveloping tbe face of its occupant with a strange brightness and transforming her pale brown bair into waves of glistening gold. Said tbe sunlight: "Maiden, I missed you from the garden where I used to find you every morning, and I came here to seek yon. Summer will soon be here with her rosos almost as bright as your cheeks. Arc, you ill?" "O, no!" responded the maiden, warming ber thin, bloodless hands in tbe sunbeam, "ooly a little weak I shall soon be out in tbe garden to greet you—to morrow perhaps! I was just ptanuing bow I should arrange my flowers this year, when you peeped In. Are my llilles up yet?" "Yes, your lillies are up I have just been warming tbem. I have tired you," said tbe sunlight, as he noticed tbe wearily drooping eyelids: "I will come again tomorrow if you are not in tbe garden"— and silently withdrew, leaving tbe fair slumberer alone in the gloom. A few boors later the moonlight stole softly through the silken curtains, which wero gently rustling in tbe nigbt breeze. "How cold!" said tbe moonlight, as she touched tbe pallid brow, and then gently laid ber band on tbe pulseless heart. "Dead!" she sbudderingly whispered, as she withdrew through tbe softly rustling curtains. It is the old, old story of consumption. How she flatters ber victims at morning with hope's honied words, and at evening and at evening makes them tbe prey of the spoiler! Statistics show that one third of mankind die of this disease, and of these, far the greater part are young persons between tbe ages of fifteen and twenty-five, in the dawn of manhood and womanhood. For many years, consumption was generally believed to be incurable. But medicine in ber triumphant march against disease

has already added, consumption to her list of conqured. Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery cures this dread disease if resorted to in time. For a full consideration of this disease and its rational method of treatment, read the article on Consumption in the People's Common Sense Medical Adviser, the most reliable popular work upon Physiology, Hygiene, Diseases and their Remedies, yet published. Price fl.50. Address the author, B. V. Pi«ree, M. D., World,s Dispensary and Invalids' Hotel. Buffalo, N.

THE most noted men of modern times have publicly attested to the value of Ayer's Cherry Pectoral as- a cure for coughs and colds. y,

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BROWN'S

EXPECTORANT

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

READ THE FOLLOWING. HALL OF REPRESENTATIVES, 1 INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Feb. 15,1871. Du. J. H. BBOWN—We have used your "Brown's Expectorant" and take pleasure .... —tifoi

with Throat and Lung affections. WM MACK, Speaker House of Rep. ZENOR, Rep Harrison county. 8 CAUTIIOBN, Hep Knox county.

MONTGOMERY, Rep Johnson county. TARLTON, Rep Johnson and Morgan counties. SCAELL, Doerkeeper House of Rep. N WARSUM, Rep Hancock couniy.

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

IT ACTS LIKE MAGIC. OFFICE J. M. AND I. R. R.

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DR. J. H. BROWN—Having suffered with a severe cough for some time past, I was Induoed to try one bottle of your "Brown's Expectorant." I unhesitatingly say I found it pleasant lo the taste, and to act like magic. A few doses done the work for the cough, and I am well.

DILLABD RICKETTS,

President J. M. and 1. H. R*1

READ WHAT GEN. KIMBALL SAYS INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Dec. 20,1W9." DR. J". H. BROWN—After having used yotfr "Expectorant Syrup" lone enough to know and appreciate Its goou qualities. I can cheerfully bear testimony to its uniform success in coring the most obstinate cases 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 KIM BALL, Treasurer of State.

WHAT A CASE OF CONSUMPTION SATH. David A. Sands,of Darlington, Montgomery county, says: "My wife nas been afflict©a with consumption for a number of year# and during that time has tried the medicines recommended tor 'hat utsease without affortilng any relief. I was indued by the recommendation* of Dr. Park, drumj 1st at Dariinaton.to try'Brown Expectorant Syrup,'and lam now happy to say that my wife is so much improved I am confident it will entirely restore he* health by its continued use."

IT CURES BRONCHITIS, ^EDINBURGH, ind., Augast 28,1»71. This f* to certify that I have u»ed Brown's Expectorant In my family since its flrst Introduction. It has never failed to give entire satisfaction. My wlfo Is subject to bronchitis, and I lave found no remedy eottal to "Brown's Expectorant." I recommend it as a safe and reliable remedy

J. T.

BKENTON, M. D#

Brown's Expectorant

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