Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 3, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 17 July 1880 — Page 6

TOE MAIL

„.FA PAFER FOR THE PEOPLE.

•tfte ENTERING JN.

Tne church wan dim and silent With the hush before the prayer. Only tbe sol- inn trembling

Of the organ *tlrred the air Without, the sweet still sunshine, Within, the holy caim, Where priest ana people waited

For the swelling of he psalm. Slowly the door swung open And a little baby girl, Brown-eyed, with brown hair falling

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In many a wavy curl With soft cheek*- flashing hotly, Sly glances downward thrown, And small hands clasped before her,

Stood in tbe aisle alone. Stood half abashed, half frightened, Unknowing where to go. While, like a wind rocked flower,

The form swayed to and fro And the changing color fluttered In the little troubled face. As from side to side she wavered

With a mate imploring grace. It was but for a moment What wonder that we smiled, JBy such a strange, sweet picture,

Prom holy thoughts beguiled? When up roses me one softly, And many an eye grew dim, As through the tender silence

He bore the child with him. And I—1 wondered (losing sM Tlie sermon and tne prayer) If, when sometime I enter 'I

The "many mansions" (air, And sUud abashed and drooping In tbe portal'saoldeD glow, Our Ood will send an angel

To show me where to go.

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Her Face Her Fortune.

A 8T0RY OF ROMANCE AND MY&TKRY. A E

vi.

"V 'THE PEDDLER.

On tbe following day Mr. Arnsdale and Isabella returned from tbe city to Albemarle Villa, but.tbere was nothing •aid by either of tbem concerning tbe marriage. No one would bave surmised that anything unusual bad taken place from any outward sign of confidence or Amity between them.

In tho twilight Isabel!© and Laura 'Went out »H usual to walk under tbe rows of grand old timber tbat flanked the avenue leading from tbe bouae to the public way.

Gay Fenton bad gone back to tbe office and tboy were again left to wear away tbe hours as best tbey could is each othor's society.

They strolled along for some distance quite silently. There bad grown up an estrangement between these young la* dies iu the past week. Each felt it and knew tbat Guy Fmtoa bad been the canso.

Laura Arnsdale loved ber cousin, and &er heart was sadly wounded when she tperoeived that ber beautiful governess nod drawn him away from her. Yet •he did not bate Isabel le as most women noold sbe only felt grieved at ber misfortune in not having tbe power over his Affections tbat sbe desired.

This jealousy on tbe part of her pupil pleased and amused Isabelle. As tbe reader i8 aware, she did not care tbe least (or Guy

Penton.

She thought tbat

if he discovered tbe true state of affairs between horse If and bis uncle before their marriage he might use bis infiuenoe break it up. So ske meant be Should be love blind. 'You are not in your usual spirits, Belie,* said Laura at lenyth, feeling tbat this colduo*M between tbem must bo brought to an end 'are you vexed with me?'

Isabelle looked full at ber on a sudden with her deep dark eyes, and then laughed. •No! what makes you tbink that?' she answered. •Your silence and your manuer,' Laura replied. 'Well, I have been silent, and I don't know wbv but my mannei?' said Is&belle. •Ye#, Belle, your manner,' repeated

'^ell, Laura, I did not intend—I did not even perceive it—there, now, won't .you?'

And she drew her toward ber and kissed her, and theu held ber from her and looked for a moment in her faoe with an expression wbich Laura did not understand. •Vexed with you? What a notion!' •he exolslmed, with a sbarp disdain. ••What iu tbe whole earth oould I be vexed with you about?' •I hope there is nothing, Belle, beoanse you know I like you so very much.' •Thai's all romttu*. my dear little girl, and very pretty but it's not true—don't •tart—Fin sure you tbln it isn't.' •I told you that I liked you, Belle,' •aid Laura, a little hurt. «, •But you don't love me.'

you tbink it's true, but

Laura stared. •No,' laughed Isabelle, 'youcan't how ean you like a person you don't, and one you can't know? There are things about me I don't know tnveel*, and what I do know, you uon'l. Oome, be honest miss don't we mystify one another all we can? do I know you quite? and how ean yoa know me?'" •Well, you know beat,' said Laura 'I •appose we are all hypocrites.' •More or less,' returned Isabelle *yoa talking of liking toe! No one likes another, unless they love tbem through all their follies, tempers and crimes. None of these bave I sbown. But how can we tell tbat your liking would stand that •train?'

They had now reached the end of the walk, where a gate opened upon the highway. And here, leaning on tbe topmost bar, they saw an old man in the costume of a peddler. A broad, slouched hat almost concealed his faoe, and a lone*

iron gray board dropped upon bis •best. His garments were dusty, as if with the dust of many mi lea' wandering •long the parched highroads, snd be carried a large packet of goods upon his

L«ura gave a little start as she saw Uii« man, and she was about to turn hack, bat as Isabelle did not move she waited.

Tbe man stepped inside of the gate, and bowing low, said: •Your 'urn Me servant, ladees. Tvs tome very fine goots in nay pack—Ifjou please buy a Utile ynu helps a poor old man goo« 'eal, yes, goot Vah

And with ibese words he threw his packet down, and kneeling beside it. hogsn to unbuckle the straps that held it together. •Come,' said Isabelle, good naturedly, tot us humor him awl look at his goods,' and taking Laura's arm she led her along to where the man was. •Very line •sortmt, ladies, very IndeeU' be said, laying open the packet, which seemed to contain every knickknack known. a 'I bring this shawl, and this silk, and this, and tbwpftoni Parses with ma. Ml 'em c&ssp, very oheap, yes,' and the

peddler held op his wares snd waited tor an offer. 'From Pari*!' said Isabelle, smiling •Well, really, then you are an Impoit er?' 'Yes, ye», zat's it, an import: r. My store in Coat'ex street—nio« place—very indeet! My brother tends it when I'm in de country. 'What are in those packages?' asked Isabelle, pointing to a pile of large envelopes, with tbe words 'Gift Packages,' printed on them in bold, red let ters. 'Zese? ob, zese be full of paper, writing paper—very goot. You will bave one eh?' •Yes, if tbey are not too dear.' •Dear! ob, no, no! only half-dollar.*

Sbe gave him the money and placed thenurcbase in ber pocket. •That is *11 we can purcbsse to day,1 sbe ssid, as Laura and she turned to go home. 'Thank you, ladies, very much, for helping a poor old man,' aod he bowed again and again.

Then, strapping up his goods, he produced dirty looking clsy pipe and filled and lighted it while tbe retreating figures of tbe young ladies dissp peared up tbe avenue in tbe deepening twilight.

Isanelle and Laura entered tbe villa and crossing tbe ball, now nearly dark went into tbe room where tbey were accustomed to read together, ana here a faint glow still reflected from tbe west ern clouds, affording them an imperfect and melancholy light, through tbe open window.

There was something in Isabelle's conversation tbat had somehow frightened Laura. Up to this evening she bad seemed always playful and girlish, like herself, but now there wai a change a sort of malign revelation bad taken place. Tbe young girl felt tbat hergoV' erness was mistress of a knowledge of the world which sbe knew nothing about—a knowledge tbat was not alto gether good. She knew Isabelle was the stronger, and tbere was an overpowering fascination about her wblcn was bard to resist.

In an evil world tbe evil is tbe more potent spirit, and overawes the good. We instinctively feel this, and tbe first imperfect manifestations with which it hints its presence, touch the eternal antipathies of human nature with a frightful thrill.

Isabelle bad studied ber pupil and understood ber nature perfectly. Sbe knew tbat she was trusting, innocent, loving, and sbe played ber part with her accordingly, when she desired to gain ber sympathy. 'Laura, dear, at all events, you won't hate me?' she said wildly, though quietly. 'Hate you, Belle!' exclaimed Laura, going over to Iabelie's chair, and placing her arm around her neck. 'Hate you! How can you aak such a question?' 'I almost hate myself sometimes—I'm different from you, Laura you can't understand me if you could yoa would hate me also. No, don't kiss me it is folly: you shall never kiss me more until I tell you all. I suppose you tbink me mad, but I am not—I am only a little troubled and I mean to tell yoa all about it to-morrow. And I'm no worse, not an atom, and no better, than you, than all others who act according to their circumstances and opportunities, and necessities. And now let us talk of something else.'

About this same time Archibald Anasdale sat alone in his library, smoking slowly cigar after cigar, with one foot upon the fender aud his elbow on his knee, thinking of that beautiful girl in tbe other room. Her image was beforto his imagination by day and haunted bis dreams at night. •A terrible spell!' he muttered, puffing a cloud Of smoke from bis mouth and a dark expression crossing his face. 'I never thought it would turn out as it has no, never. Great God! how could I be so foolish?'

The hours sped on tbe nigbt grew dark and tbe distant grumbling of thunder heralded the coming ol a shower.

Mr. Arnsdale arose and threw the end of his cigar into tbe jrrate. 'I mustn't tbink of her now—I must not trouble myself about her,'he said, impatiently. 'I bave my affairs to arrange yet, to-night.

He lighted a lamp on the table at which he was accustomed to write. It was a shaded lamp, which made a circle of light around tbe spot where it stood, but wbioh left the rest of tbe room in shadow.

Tbe nigbt was oppressively hot an August rather than a September night, ana before beglunin* bis work, Mr. Arnsdale flung open one of the broad windows leading out upon a terrace. Then he unlocks a carved oak bureau, and took out a packet of papers. He seated himself st the table and began to examine these papers. As he did so, a figure approached the wide-open window an eager face, illuminated by glittering eyes, peered into tbe room. It wss the gristly bearded faoe of the peddler.

After laying aside some documents he bad read, Archibald Arnsdale begsn to write. He wrote slowly, seeming to meaitate upon every word and after having written for about half an hour, be roee and left tbe room. Tbe peddler had never stirred from bis post by the window. He had no fear or being discovered, for tbere was a curtain of thick green cloth drawn back to one side of the window which completely bid him from vltw.

As Mr. Arnsdale closed tbe door behind bim, tbe peddler crept steslthily into the apartment, and to tbe table where the papers lay. He glanced at the contents of the paper, on which tbe Ink was still wet, and the first words his eyes fell upon were these

M—do

hereby make my last viU and tettamefU.' He lingered not a moment longer, bat hurried back to his hiding plaoc nor was be an instant too soon. Hie door opened, aod A rob I bald Arnsdale reentered, aud again sat down to his task, while eyes tbat had something serpentlike in their fixed gsse, watched him through the narrow spaee between tbe curtain and tbe (ride or tbe window.

Very late that nigbt, when tbe thunder storm tbst had been threatening tor some time, came down over tbe woodlands aroued tbe villa, and down tbe wild slopes and brakes of tte estate, Isabelle, whose sleep was light, awoke. Sbe fancied sbe beard a cry—a cry tbat seemed fraught with a horrible significance And as ibn Ha eoed, with an ogly llttls frown, on ber pillow, an Icy chill crept through her veins.

CHARTER VII. THB rtOT 1SRKRIS.

The morning broke oold and rainy. The thunderstorm bed raged all night long as if all the elements were let loose, end now the gale bad subdued Into a sullen calm and a drlsxilng rain. The autumnal leaves that bad danosd in tech mad circles during the sight, whirling up tbe columns of the precipitous ravine, now slept without a stir on the grass by the margin of tbe mnddy stream that looked up to the cold morning sky with a surface as dsad and black as if Ithsd never Men agitated. A broken bough, floating with Its sear

leaves upward, alone gave token of the recent fury of the storm. Over the oold, wild landscape broke tbe dawn as it might over a field of battle msny a tall tree lsy low, and great drifts of yellow leaves were huddled together in clefts and hollows, to sport on forest boughs, in sir and sun, no more.

It was eight o'clock when Isabelle finished her toilet and went down tbe staircase to breakfast. She found «, strange confusion below among the servants, and L*ura was weeping bitterly. 'Ob, Belle!'she cried, throwing her srms wildly around Isabelle's neck. 'Something has—has happened to papa, I'm sure—he's nowhere to be found!' •Your father!—missing?' said Isabelle, with a frightened look, her lips trem bling so tbst she oould scarcely shape tbe words. 'Nonsense!' •Yes—gone.'

It wss true Archibald Arnsdale had disappeared, when and where to, no one could tell. Tbe last time he hsd been seen was about eleven o'clock the past night when be came out of his library to speak to Nancy Gwyne, tbe housekeeper.

The bed in his sleeping room was un disturbed, and in the library everything had the appearance of the master having just left it. Tbe lamp still burned brigbt and there were his papers and letters scattered about over tne table. Tbe window leading into the terrace was wide open and the rain had blown in, drenching tbe curtains snd carpet.

After taking an observation of all these things Nsncy Gwyne thought it must have been something very strange that bad tempted her master out in the fearful atorm, for goneont he surely had, and out of tbe window, too, as the rose bushes beneath it plainly showed tbst tbey bad been trampled upon.

Terrible indeed was the consternation wbich reigned all day at Albemarle Villa. Where was Archibsld Arnsdale? What bad happened? Had be been murdered In such conjectures of doubt and alarm, what a magic mirror does tbelimagination hold up?

Various were tbe moods tbat lightened or darkened the soul of tbe governess through the long and dreary hours as those of the flying hswk above tbe wild and desolote lanscape.

Sbe dispatched tbe servants in every direction for information of the missing man and telegraphed to Guy Fenton to come immediately to Albemarle. 'Ob, Belle!' said Laura, who lay upon ber bed with ber face to tbe pillow, one would bave said in a deep sleep, had it not been lor a convulsive sob every now and then. 'Ob, Belle! do tell tbem what to do, you are so much wiser than I.'

And so tbe day passed without bringing any tidings of Archibald Arnsdale, and tbe evening olosed over tbe gloomly house, and darkness succeeded. But there was very little sleep at the villa that nigbt, for all were waiting and watching.

The time came at last. It was twelve o'clock when a loud and long double knock suddenly thundered at the hall door, and the bell rung shrilly.

Nsncy Gwyne started up from her chair. Lord save us! It's tbe master,s knock!' she exclaimed, hastening to open tbe door.

A laborer from the neighboring estate stood there. 'Is Mr. Fenton here?' he asked. 'Yes, my mau,' and Guy, in person, came out of a little room near by to answer the question.

Tbe housekeeper held tbe light above ber head and looked sharply at tbe Btranger. His face looked pale, and seemed to forebode bad news. 'I tbink we've found bim, sir,' he said gravely. 'I—I tbink there has been an accident. Will you come with me, sir?'

Guy stopped to nsk no questions, but seizing bis hat he followed the man out into the darkness, leaving Nancy Gwyne at tbe door, struck dumb with wonder. •Now, then,' said Guy, as they approached a place out of hearing, 'tell me all, everything.' •Weil, you see,' began tbe man, 'my friend, Dave Dodd, lost one of his horses last nigbt during tbe storm, or, that is, she wandered away from tbe pasture somewhere, and we've been hunting all day for ber. Aod not having found her anywhere up the road we thought we'd just drop down to Albemsrle this evening snd see if she might be hereabouts.' 'Yes, yes,' ssid Guy, impatiently, 'but but—' •Well, while we wsre going along tbe ledge of the ravine, just over tbere, JDave gsve his band a bad sorstcb with the brsmbles tbat bsng over the side of tbe precipice, so be went down into tbe glen no wash it In the brook. And—snd—' •Acd what?' cried Gay. •He ssw it, right before him la the wster.' ., $ •It, whst a »S/ •The body, sir the dead body.'

Guy Fenton gave a dsep groen and Issued sgainsl a tree near by for sapport. 'I'm better now,' he said, st length •lead on, I'll follow.'

And as tbe msn went down tbe steep footpstb, descending into the glen wicn Guy Fenton close behind, be beard bim mutter: "My poor little oousln, how will sbe ever bear this?'

Tbe rain hsd long oeased falling, and tbe hesvens, although oloady, aid not Vholly obscure tbe light of the moon, wbich being high lighted tbe opposite ride of tbe precipitous amphltester, and the peaked, gray rock projecting through the trees here and there seemed to give the outlines of sheeted grotesques, with upraised arms, stooping from mid-air over the black oval of the pool beneath.

The two men at last found themselves at tbe bottom of the chssm. Tbe place wss the very solitude of solitudes. From a silence like the gravfe from an abyss Into whose depth scarcely at the highest summer noon does the son ever peep, at nigbt you might look op, through fflsssas of wild trees and clambering underwood, to the glimmering fsoa and moonlighted peaks ol tbe precipice, and sse the narrow dlak of dark bias aky and stars tbat roof In this solemn bell of silence. rbe man mentioned as Dsve Dodd was tbere with one of tbe servants, who hsd brought ropes and poles for an extemporary bier. Tbey were seated on tbe turf like death watchers, silent Mid awed. •Where to It?' ssked Gay, nervously, looking over t'w surflsos of tbe brook wbioh wss quit** wide just tnere. •There!' ssid the man, pointing his long bony finger-* 'tbers

It wss not uti Guy looksd hard lor some seconds tbat be became certain that tbe white object which heesw wss half submerged human faoe, looking upward sgsinstthat streak of moonlight, wbicb, wavering and flickering in the shadow of nearly leafless branches, yet so sharply defined It, tbat tfaers could remsin no doubt In his mind.

Taking a stand upon a patch of sward on which foil a narrow strip of light from tte moon, tbey got the tope In a

eTtfuMiarfeoe, and dreaTIt slowly to the margin* Slowly, with a soot of undnlation, sometimes wader, asmettmes over tbe water, it gilded to tbe bank. With hardly a word, spoken ender breath,

tbey drew it np, with a trail of water stresming after, and laid it a few yards on, in the patch of moonshine. It was tbe tall, alender figure and proud face of Archibald Arnsdale on which the moonlight fell!

Guy lookei down upon the fsmiliar features with a deep emotion. This was the man who bad been his benefactor— as it were, hisfsther.

They took up tbe body snd proceeded toward the boose slong the winding path a silent trsin, while tbe wind chant ed a solemn requiem through the forest.

Guy walked on a little ahead and found the entrance crowded with the domestics awsiting the news of their msster, tor Nsncy Gwyne had communicated the words of the laborer.

But the curiosity of women—who can suppress it? Tney were as if they heard him not. The next moment Laura Arnsdale came ont with a white face,

She read instantly tbe dark look in Guy's earnest eyes. •Tell me quickly you need not fear,' she said, very low, in a voice thin and oold, tbat thrilled ber cousin. •No, no, Laura! do for Heavens aake go back!' and be seized her hand in peremptory entreaty. •Tell me the worst,' she implored. 'I will, indeed, try to be calm. Are these men bringing paps?'

At this moment a shriek—an awful shriek—burst forth. Isabelle had stolen out anperceived, snd lifted the covering of the rude bier, now resting on tbe steps. The rsys of tbe hell lamp fell on the face tbat was underneath, and with a succession of low sobs, Bbe came shivering baok to «ink down on the threshhold, her face whiter than marble and frightfully con trasted by ber long, dark tresses. 'Oh, my love—my darling husband Dead! dead

All present beard her utter these words

filalnly

and distinctly, and drew baca

namaz9ment. 'Her husband

CHAPTER VIII.

THE FACE AT THE WINDOW PANE. Isabelle's story of tbe marriage seemed almost incredible so tbe occupants of the ilia. Yet tbere was tbe certificate in black and white.

Tbe servants whispered among themselves tbat tbey had surmised their master and tbe governess bad been rather intimate. 'She used to be in tbe library with bim a deal o' tbe time,' said Nancy Gwyne, knowingly. 'Sure, ahe did,' ohimed in the housemaid. 'Sbe was mighty fond of writing i)i8 )©tt©l"8 'Worry, worry, and why fcre ye vexed exclaimed the Jcoacbman. 'Isn't sh' a line lada sure, she'll trate us like a queen.'

Guy Fenton contemplated these sudden, unlooked for events calmly. His eyes were now opened his beautiful ideal woman bad grown mortal, and tbe charm was broken. He had been deceived yet he oould not exactly blame Isabelle, because now tbst he came to consider tbe whole affair—her words, ber actions, tbere was a doubt in his mind whether he had not deceived himself. He remembered how strangely his uncle scted when be surprised Isabelle and himself in the drawing room, and how be once spoke of tbe governess at the dinner table.

But, if his uncle had really loved Miss Evelyn, why had he kept it such a secret Had be felt ashamed to declare his affection for this woman so soon after bis wife's death

Guy knew that his uncle was eccentric, tbat be was impulsive, and bo concluded tl$t be bad married this strangely beautiful girl on tbe spur of tbe moment.

Laura, in the meanwhile, was silent and docile. So deep was ber grief for ber lost parent tbat sbe could not fully realize all tbat bad taken place. Sbe knew tbat be was dead. Although while living be bad been cold and distant toward ber, yet now that be was gone forever it Beemed as if he had been always affectionate, always tender.

Thus it is. Every face is sublime in deatb. Tbe whole case is there tbe weakness and the fate. It awes and it softens us. We see for the first time, how much was exousable, how tremendous tbe penalty. The tale is told, to which words can be added never more, and it lingers still to our esrs.

Issbeile had thrown herself at tbe feet of ber pupil and begged forgiveness if she bad done wrong, and Laura bad laid ber cheek beside Isabelle's, and entwined ber arms around ber neck, and so the two girls wept together for tbe dead man.

Tbe Inquest was to take plsee In tbe afternoon sad while tbs preparations were being made the widow remained alone in her room with the door looked.

Sbe was very badly engaged over a mysterious looking paper which tbe •gift package' purchased from the peddler hsd been found to contain.

Tbe paper had very mneh the appearance of a legal document. It was two or three pages of large cap, written in a bold, upright band, nioely tied together at the top with red tape and at tbe end of th9 writing on the last leaf a smsll seal was affixed.

Opposite this seal Isabelle placed a fragment of a letter on which the name of the writer was written In heavy letters. Then, taking a brash and dipping it into a small bottle of liquid near st hsnd, sbe applied It carefully to the paper nntll it was quite moist. 'It Is done! it is done!' sbe murmured, exultantly, as she raised tbe scrap and beheld tbe name oopied onto tbe tbe document before tbe seal as if it bad been written there with a pen. •Tbe linee must be made a little more distinct though,' she said, holding tbe up to tbe light.

psper up to tbe light. The noise of the approaching carriage* wheels op the avenue now came to her hearing, and she hastened to tbe win-

dThe ooioner fcad arrived, and Doctor Harley from the n^boring town. The ooroner was speaking with tbe Gay jtaxton. •I suppose we can prooeed at onoe. can we notT Mr. Fenton he ssked, anxious: 'Ihave a little bswlnses to attend to

iy.

Irvington before dark.' •Tee,' ssid Guy *a number of Mr. Arnsdslde's Mends and aoquantianees are here, and a jury oan be impasneled without any difficulty.'

So almost immediately after his arrival tbe coroner opened his court in tbe dinning room of Albemarl, andI tbe trrors were sworn. He then told them what tbey knew alreedy-tbe nature of tbe inquiry, and tbe general character of the tragedy tbey aere to ^Ttoe'lfrsTwitness examined was Nancy Gwyne, tbe housekeeper, the lsst person who bed seen Mr. Arnedale on tbe night of bis disappearance.

Then tbe two men who bad discovered tbe body gave their testimony. While these proceedings wew fPjnfl on the surgeon was in an adjrtaing room and made a careful inepeetion of

^Ttoerwnlt of this wss tbst be discovered the body presented the nana! apMarsneeof death from drowning: bat cloa» upon the right temple there jwie a wound which he gave e« bis opinion had been InflU**11 by a slung shot which

had rendered Mr. Arnsdale Ineensible before coming in oontact with the water. He found also tbat the shirt studs had been torn from tbe deceased^ bosom, snd that the little finger of his left hand had been broken in an attempt to take off his ring. The pockets of bis clothes were likewise rifled of their oontents.

What little testimony there was having been taken, the jury went to view the body, and, after taking a minute scrutiny, they arrived substantially at this conclusion—tbat Archibald Arnsdale bad been murdered and then thrown into tbe brook, but by whom there was no suspicion. Probably by some one whose object was plunder.

And so tbe inquest was ended with tbe verdict—murder. And the coroner hurried away about other business while some of the jurors lingered to discuss the affair a little longer, aud to talk about tbe strange marriage tbat Mr. Arnsdale bad entered into, and to pity the young widow a little, and then at last to drift into a sort of every day conversation about the price of gold and stocks in a decent undertone, as people sometimes mention irrelative subjects at funerals.

Iu tbe evening, alter the house had become quiet and most of tbe occupants had sought their beds, Isabelle Arnsdale ventured out of her room for tbe first time during tbe day.

Sbe paused at the ond of the stairs to listen, and finding everything still sbe groped her way down to tbe library door, and opening it went in. The room was dark, so she drew aside the ourtains and allowed tbe moonlight to stream in. Then approaching a large iron safe that stood at one end of tbe library, she tried to open it, but it was locked. She, however, knew perfeotly well where the key was kept, for, as Mr. Arnsdalers secre tary, she bad looked and unlocked this safe a great many times.

Wben sbe bad procured the key and unlocked tbe safe Isabelle took a large paper from ber pocket and placing it witbin, reclosed the iron door.

So far tbere bad been nothing to inter rupt her mysterious maneuvering, but now, just as sbe bad contemplated ber object and turned round to leave tbe room, ber eyes rested upon tbe uncovered window.

A man's faoe was pressed against tbe glass, staring wildly at ber. 'Great God sbe whl-pered, hoarsely 'baa be risen from the dead to confront me [TO BE CONTINUED.]

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Bwayse's Olatmeat and Pills, The greatest remedies the world has ever known, curing the most Inveterate cases of skin diseases, sueq as tetter, salt rheura, scald head, barber's itoh. sores, all crusty, scaly, itching skin eruptions, and that distressing complaint, Itching piles. As a blood purifier and liver regulator Swayne's Tar and Sarsaparllla Pills are excellent. Cure sick and nervous headache, dyspepsia, in* digestion, ward off male rial feveis, cleanoin* the system and bowels of all impurities. restorlugto healthy activity «very orr saa of the human body. Price" 25 cents a box, five boxes, tl. Ointment, SO cents, 3 boxes, $1.25 Can be sent by raall to any address on receiptor price. Address letters, Dr. Swayne A con, 8&f north Sixth street, Philadelphia. Hold by all leading druggists. Terre Haute, by Buntin & Armstrong.

To Ciieck Diarrhwa. Diarrl.cea is a complaint that the humarf family sutffer more from at this time of the year than from any other, and should be treated very carefully in order to restore tho bowels to their proper strength. There is a wine made in New Jersey and sold by our draggists,called Speel's Port Wine, which is being used very successfully iu dlarrhcoa oases, in fact, it is conoeded bv chemists to contain Just properties aa gradually check the fermenting in the bowels and add tone and vigor to the system, so as to withstand the miasmatic climate against these prevailing complaints. The wlue is rich in body aud Is an excellent tonic, keeping the functions of the bewels in their proper conditions,—Evening Post.

For sale by J. J. Baur, agent.

ACABD.

To all who are suffering from tho errors and indiscretions of youth, nervous weakness, early decay, loss of mau hood, tec., I will send a recipe that will cute you, FREE OK CHARGE, Thisgreatremedywas discovered by a missionary in South America. Send a8elf addressed envelope to the RKV JOSEPH T. INMAN, Station D, New York, City "v

Ninons

A discovery which cures by the natural process, ABSORPTION, All diseases ot the Kldneys, Bladder, Urinary Organs and nervous system, when-1 nothing else can. It is comlortnblo to the patient, positive in its effects, and the flrst core for those painful and much dreaded affections,

Dlnbetea and Blight's Disease* While Its oureaof Gravel, Dropsy, Catarrh: of the Bladder, Brick dust Deposit, Painful' Urinating, Hlgh-ooored Urluo, Nervous Weaknessand fain in the Back, seem more like mlraoics than otses of natural healing*

Delicate Females

Or victims of wasted or prostrated energies, caused by irregular habits, the abuse of nature aud mental or physical over exertion^ find their greatest relief in the use of DAY'S KIDNEY PAD, which strengthens aud ln-t vlgoraiesthe invalid and restores the vigor of health.

Pain In the Back.

We nay positively, and without fear ot contradiction, that DAY'S KIDNEY PAD Is the only i-eriaiu and permanent cure for every form ot this prevalent and distressing complaint.

YOUNG MEN

Suffering from nervous and physloal debility, loss of memory, or vllHilty impaired by the errors of youth or too close application to business or work, may bo restored and manhood regained.

Avoid all kidney medicines wltioli nra, taken into tbe system by way of tho stomach it Is an old treatment well triod andFiroven Inefficient, though HOmetlmu«effectug apparent euros of one complaint they sow the seeds of more troublesome and per-,, manent disorders. The price of our PAD brings it within the reach ot all,ntid it will annually save many times its cost In doctor bills, tnedio.nes end plasters, which at best give but temporary relief. Jt can be used without fear or harm, and wsth cer.aliHyof a permanent cure. For sale by druggiM*, generally, or sent by mail (free ol postuRc-) on receiptof the price. Regular Pad, ffl.Oi ,: children's, 8150 Special (extra size), 1100. Our beok,

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DAY KIDNEY PAD CO., Toledo, Ohio.

CAUTION

worthless Kidney Pads

how seeking a sale on our reputation, we deem it due tbe affltoted to warn tbem. Ask f* DAY'S KIDNEY PAD, and.take no other. A-J une 20.

THE LITEBABY

REVOLUTION

The most successful revolution of the century. and, to American readers of books, the most Important Only books of the highest class are published by us, and the ptloes are low beyond comparison with the cheapest books ever before published. To illustrate ana demonstrate these truths, we send the following books,all complete and unabridged, POST-PAID, at the prices named:

Bfacautej'a

Life of Frederick the Great. Former price, 91 25. Large brevier type, beautiful print price, THREE CENTS.

Carlyle's

Life of Robert Burns. Former pricc, $128. Large brevier type, beautiful print prioe, three cents.

Light of Alia,

By Edwin Arnold. Former price, *150. Beautiful print, brevier type price, Ove cents. __ m.

Tho*. Hughes'*

Manliness of Christ. Former pries, II00. Beautiful print, brevier type price, three

John Stuart Mills'*

Chapters on Socialism. Essajrs of exceeding interest and Importance. Price, tbree cents.

Baron Muuehaus—.

His Travels and. Surprising Adventuress Former price, 125. Bouigeolse type: prioe three cents.

Mary,*lueen ol Scots* Life, by Lamertlne. Former prioe, I12S. Brevier type, beautiful print -price, threes C*nt*'

Vicar of Wakefield.

By Oliver Goldsmith. Brevier type, beautiful print price Ave eenls.

Banyan's Pllgrfat's Progress*

Brnrgeoiss type, lesded bsauUfui print pries six cents.

Private Theatricals.

By suthorof "Sparrowgraes Papers." Small* pica type, leadea prioe two cents.

Stories and Ballads

For Young Folks, br with

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lllustmUo^ SWectUms

pMs from It^r book. typo# pru*r Leaves front |lw IMary Of an Old Lawyer. Short stories of thrilliDsTlaogbable pathstle interest. Prioe three cents.

Kverrwhefe (only one dealer In each town

ke^pthese U1

oar large list of standard.,

books, which are selling tor the million volumes, becanss the people believe in the Literary Revolution.

AMERICAN BOOK EXCHANGE. Tribune Building, New YorkJOHN B. ALDEN, Manager. SOLE AGENCY 13V TERRE HAUTE,

XL GODECKE,

Opera Hoose Bookstore.