Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 6, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 August 1880 — Page 2

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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TEREE HAUTE, AUGUST 7,1880

BE A WOMAN.

Oft I've heard a gentle mother. As thetwltigbt hours began. .Pleading with a na on duty,

Urging him to be a man. But unto her bine eyed daughter, Though wl I love words quite as ready, Paint* she out the other duty.

Try my dear to be a lady. What's a lady? It is something Made of puffs, and silks, and air I •. Used to decorate tne parlor.

Like the fancy rags and chairs.' I» li one that wastes on novels Every feeling that is human If 'Us this to be a lady,

Tis not this to be a woman. Mother, then onto your daughter Bpfitk of something higher far Than to lie mere fashion's lady—

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Woman is the brightest star. If you, In your sirong affection, Urge your son to be a man, .f Urge your daughter, no less strongly,.

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To arise and be a woman. Yes, a woman brightest model •mm Of that high and perfect beauty, "When the mind, and soul,and bedy

Blend to work out life's great duty.' tni lie a woman, naught is higher On the gilded crest of fame fkr On the catalogue of virtue

There's no brighter name.

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Harper's Magazine—August.

A Boating Adventure.

JOHN ESTON COOKS.

CHAPTER I.

"bit.' Percy Waring was going out to spend the evening, and, having completed hia toilet, was standing in front of his mirror admiring himself. The face ivas rather a pleasant one—broad forehead, brown hair parted nearly in the middle, straight nose, and a smiling month under a delicate mustache., Mr. Waring contemplated the mustache with an expression of satisfaction, but looking more intently, observed two undeniably gray hairs in it, and went and lit a cigar, and sat down in an easy chair, and sighed.

It Was hard for Mr. Waring to face the melancholy fact that he was no'longer a young fellow. Nobody had told hi(u so, it was true, and be was still one of the brightest stars of society, be reflected but there were the two gray baits, and thestgbtof them was depressing. He bad recently had other sources of mental depression. He had lost heavily at the races, where he had backed the wrong horses, and had been compelled to part with a considerable slice out of his bauk stock. This bad caused Mr. Waring to fall into reflection. Hi want's ed money, and the question was beootn-

Ing serious how to supply the deficit. Alter mature consideration, be thought that to marry an heiress would be the best thing. He had selected the person in question, made gratifying progress and now, just as be was going to spend the evening with her, he bed 'caught^ sight of two unlucky gray hairs, which reminded him of the terrible faottbat he was forty.

It was really depressing. He was a

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fellow still, as lresh in feeling as had ever been but other people might not consider him young. Would the prospective Mrs. Wailng? The nuAAtinn was a nervous one, and Mr. Waring knit his brows and gnawed his olgar slightly. But gradually the brows relaxed, ana the cigar was left in quiet. Had Mr. Wariogcome to tho oonoluslon that the gray hairs would not toe observed, or, if obsorved, that bis young friend would not consider them a fatal obstacle? He smiled with the air of a soldier going into action, and determined to risk his fate had another look at the mirror, and went to see bis inaulorata, who resided on one of the upper avenues of the city.

He oamo out about eleven, in company with a young friend who had also spent tho ovening there. This was Charley Walton, aged twenty-threo, and a cousin of the youug lady. •Have a pleasant evening, Count?' Mr. Walton, smiling, and uslug the designation of Mr. Waring in the bosom ot his baohelor family. •Quite so, my dear Charles,' returned Mr. Waring, with a paternal air. He was not certain that bis young friend was not his rival. 'Your couslu la, really charming.' •Yes, but she's aggravating.'

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'Aggravating.' .. 4s 'She looks upon me as only a young one, though I'm quite as old as she is.

Every man under thirty years is a baby In her eves, and I believe she thinks a fellow doesn't attain his majority till lie's forty.'

Mr. Waring smiled. The young lady's views did not displease him. 'I'd try In that direction, except I knew she would only laugh at me,' a aid Mr. Charley Walton. •Why not hnnt easier game, Charles?' bis friend said, wttb an elderly air. 'If twenty-tbree—your cousin's age, you tell me—is so difficult to please, try a "sweet six teen or." I regret to use slang, but it expresses the ides. I don't fancy that age myself, but then, yon know, Charles, I'm an old fellow.*

Mr. Waring paused, anxious to be contradicted, and as his young friend exclaimed, *Oh no, Count,' he proceeded. •Tbey are easy to please, I'm told— suocumb without difficulty. You've only to talk a moderate amount of moonshine, and then hold out your «rms, and the affair Is arrangml.' 'Are you certain. Count?' •I am told that is the ordinary result. You might try, you know, and find, Charles.' •I think I will,' said Mr. Walton, with an air ot resolution. 'And now I must go borne. I'm off to the Cbespoake tomorrow on a duck hunt.* •Well, Charles, look up a young duck Ot about sixteen, and make love to her,' asld Mr. Waring, paternally. 'You'll not fint It a hard task to bring her down, $ my bov.'

Mr. Waring relied his lodgings, and sat down* and toll into reflection. He had spent a most agreeable evening beside a very handsome woman, the frou-frou of whose rich silk had sug-

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ions of a heavy bank account about the eyes belonging to the owner of the silk had beamed brightly as they conversed In a corner—it was a rentable left a-fefe, and remembering everything, Mr. Waring was in high

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Thers might not be million* but there Was st least two hundred thousand and falling tat* a reverts, Mr. Waring indulged in rosy dreams of the amouat of satisfaction to be derived ig that sum. The charming. Mia* usand appeared to have made op her mind. He would go and see her again on the next day, and on all the days after that, and—

His eyes fell en two tatters lying on hie table, which his servant had brought

from the postofBce. He opened the first, which was in a man's hand writing, and read! "THE REEDS, October 10,187—. •MY I»BAB PBKCY,—That pestiferous executorial badness will require your presence here next week. You are one of the parties to the deed, and the matter may as well be concluded. I shall have the satisfaction at least of talking

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with you, and abusing every dy come without fall. "Your affectionate "CABTEB ALJJFYN." That was annoying. His cousin, Judge Alleyn, was a man of busineeis, never summoned people unless it was neccessary, and he must go. Bnt he would return in three days, and resume bis matrimonial campaign with vigor, Then he opened the second letter, which was dated on the dsy after the first. It wss in a girl's hand, and said: 'I think you might come and see me, as well as to sign papa's law papers. Please come I am pining for yon, and looking out all day long for the boat, I hope you haven't forgotten "Your (fond) JKAN."

Having perused this epistle once, Mr. Waring perused it a second time, with an elderly smile. So Miss Jean Allyen, only a baby yesterday, was writing notes, was she, and notes to gentlemen It was true, he was her consin, and had made a great pet of her in her childhood pn his visits to The R9eds. For many years now be had not seen her, bnt tbey had kept up a sort of correspondence. When a story or a poem in a periodical amused him, be sent her the periodical, having no donbt that she was old enough to read now and this Jean reciprocated by dispatching in return such journals ft* contained comic or sentimental verse. Thus their intimacy had remained unbroken, and Mr. Waring reflected with a certain pleasure that he would see bis child favorite again. She must be somewhat more than a child now, as wrote so easily: her age must be—ten? Perhaps a little moie, even as much as fifteen. Well, at all events, he would soon know she wonld run to him and kiss him and perch herself in his lap, and tell him all her secrets, and he would have an amusing time at The Reeds, which would be rather slow otherwise. It was interesting to watoh the unfolding minds of these feminine humming birds. "Little Jean".would make him laugh, at least, and he wou-d come back in good spirits to his city friend.

So, two days afterward—be had field another delightful interview with the city friend—Mr. Waring packed his valise, and embarked on the Chesapeake boat which touched at the wharf near The Reeds.

II.

Percy Waring had not enjoyed anything so muoh for a long time as the walk through the brilliant Ootober woods to tbe house. He had not written that be was coming on this morning, and there was no one at the wharf to meet him but it was not far to The Reeds—an old hip roofed establishment embowered in autumn foliage—and he reached it and went up the steps.

Some one was playing tbe piano in the drawing room on tbe right of the entrance, and this some one was singing a little song with a constantly recurring burden, as in the poems of William Morris and Gabriel Koesetti. There was an exquisite sadness and sweetness in tbe muBic and tbe voice of the singer and Mr. Waring found himself asking whether it could be Jean. In order to satisfy himself upon this point, he went to tbe door of the drawing room, and saw seated at the piano a tall young beauty of about sixteen, with dark brown hair braided behind the neck, a slender figure, and bare arms enciroied by braoelets. She was singing as a bird sings—for herself and no one else«-and was so absorbed that Mr. Percy Waring came up behind her and put both his hands over her eyes before she was aware of bis presence in the room. •Who Is it, Jean he said, laughing. •Oh. It is you, cousin! I am so glad 1' exclaimed Miss Jean Alleyn, turning round and rising quickly.

Mr. Waring bestowed a cousinly kiss on tbe maiden, but he felt a little abashed. She was a beauty and he took tbe small bands, and held her at farm's length, and look at her. Was this his "little Jean?" The thing was incredible. There were the very same eyes, it is true, full of mischief and audacious sweetness, the same rose bud of a mouth, and the same air of frolic.

But Miss Jean Alleyn was not "little Jean." She was a young woman, and a beauty too, if she was only sixteen. •I am so glad you have come.' •Well, Jean, I am as glad as you are.* •Are you really?'

Tbe brown head moved a little to one side, and tbe wicked eyes looked affectionate.

Indeed I am. How beautiful you are!' Was it the voice of Mr. Tercy Waring that uttered these words? It sounded like tbe voice of a boy. He was still holding her hsnds, and looking into her eyes, when a voice behindhim exclaimQQ

Welcome, Percy, my boy!' and old Judge Alleyn, with his long gray hair and jovial smile, grasped bis hand.

You ongbt to have written to say that you were coming—think of no one at tbe wharf to meet you! But here yon are, Percy, and Jean's as glad to see you as I am. Did you ever see a finer boy, Jean—for an old boy?' •Consin Percy's not old—he's in his bloom,' said Miss Jean, with a glance at him. •Take care, Jean, how you flatter grandpa,' said Mr. Waring., 'He'll fall in love with you.'

Miss Jean cast down h# eyes. 'It would be a great gift,' she marmured. That was the beginning and when a writer alludes to a beginning, he always means tnat there is going to be an ending, and tbe end came with Mr. Percy Waring very soon. Incredible as the statement may appear, just one week after their first meeting, Mr. Waring had fallen in love with Miss Jean Alleyn.

It seemed a very unlucky drenmstanoe. Such proceedings are serious. When a man or forty falls in love, Us sentiment is different from boy love. In the latter case the stream dances along asking every flower it meets to bend and mirror itself in i«. In the former, the waters, long obstructed, break through with a sudden rash. Or change tbe figure, and say that the light breeze is not tbe storm-wind—one makes ripples on tbe surface that subside as rapidly as they come the other lifts tbe foaming serges, which do not go down at once. One Is comedy, the other is tragedy—and all these beautiful similes are intended to describe the state of mind of the unfortunate Mr. Percy Waring. He had come to Tbe Reeds in a tranquil condition for his views in reference to hie city friend, we regret to My, were purely financial. Now his condition was not tranquil—it was a very long way from that. It was ludicrous. Had he not bestowed his elderly advice

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hered correctly, that be did not fancy himself that age' and now a reprasenta-

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It was a fearful state of things, and it was plain that Miss Jean realised it. He had looked at her one day in a manner which all women understand, and from that moment a chill fell over tbe land scape. It was not a killing frost, but there was tbe sliver glimmer of it on Miaa Jean's roses. Whst was the matter? Mr. Percy Waring asked himself. Had she noticed the unlucky gray hairs, and did she regard biotas her grandpa? Or, finding that her sentiments were not in sympathy with the views of Mr. Waring, had she determined to spare him pain by nipping his young romance in the bnd? It seemed so—since there was the frost.

Thence melancholy on Mr. Waring's part. He determined to go away at once, and as duly did not go away. He conducted himself very much like other male human beings in his state of mind. If Jean smiled, and said something which meant nothing, his pnlse throbbed and so affaire continued until the last days of October—Mr. Percy Waring having resolved to go way at least ten times, and having remained. This was very unprofitable indeed. There was a certain enjoyment in it, but then it was unsatisfactory. The best thing to do would be to tell Jean that he was dying for her, and have the matter end in some way—and Mr. Waring was laboriously composing a little impromptn speech for tbe occasion, when an unexpected addition was made to the family circle at The Reeds.

This was Mr. Charles Walton, dnck hunter and friend of the family. He bad made one or two visits to The Reeds before—was a distant connection, indeed—and now, finding himself in the vicinity on his hunting expedition, anchored his littlo ssil boat in a cove near tbe house, and "brought his traps," as be observed with a cheerful smile, "to spend a week."

Mr. Waring groaned in spirit. Was there ever suoh luck His last paternal suggestions to the yonthful Charles bad been in reference to maidens of sixteen be had alluded to them in an elderly manner as unopened rosebuds, unfledged ducks whom it was so easy to capture he himself preferred another description—and here was the sequel. He, the paternal advisor, was hopelessly attempting to make an improssion upon one ot these Inexperienced beings—and the yonng Charley Walton would be there to look on and laugh at him.

For Mr. Percy Walton was not msking any impression. Having maturely considered the matter, he decided that he might as well make up his mind on that subject. If he was makinsr any impression at all, it was one of the wiong description. Mies Jean grew steadily cooler toward him, and constantly warmer toward Mr. Charley Walton. They were together nearly all tbe time now, and Miss Jean was evidently delighted with the youth's society. She beamed on him with her brightest smiles, and was tbe soul of mirth. She distinguished him in a hundred ways, and Mr. Percy Waring in as many, only the ways were not the same. In the society or the young admirer she was all sunshine, and tbe skies werebrilliant in tbe society of the elder, the sun seemed to have gone under a cloud, and the sky was gray. It was quite unmistakable, Mr. Waring informed himself, and thereupon he acted like a man of courage. He retired with Mr. Charles Walton to a seat In the grounds, and offering his cigar cfse, said,

Charley, my boy, did you ever meditate on the subject of preachers?' •On preachers, Count ?'rsa|j^Mr. Walton, with a puzzled smile. •On the fact, I meant to say, that they don't always practice wbat tbey preaob. It's a fact, Charles—you behold a melancholy illustration. I laughed at you once now the laugh's all on your side, and Percy Waring means to hold down his head and bear it. He advised you to fall in love with "a sweet sixteener," and he has gone and done so himself. Miserable man! he has not found the grme so easy to capture as he supposed. He has not achieved a complete viotory. In fact, he has been crushed—he is going away on the morrow—gnd he solicite

this'interview in order to say that he would be prepared on that solemn occasion to extend his paternal arms about two yonng people, and say, in a oboked voice, "Bless yon, my chil* dren!"' .,

Don't do it, Count/ exclaimed Charley Walton, laughing heartily. Bat Mr. Waring shook his head in a mournful manner. 'It's better to retreat than stay and be cut to pieoes, my son. You'd have to gather together my remains, ycu see, and that would be painful.' •Stay a week, and then go back with me. I want you for my "best man."' •Your "best man," Cnarles?" •Didn't I mention that I'm going to be married •Married •To my cousin, your friend on tbe Avenue, where we spant that last evening. I put off my duck bunt, as you were going away, and—I made expenses.' 4Mr. Percy Waring elevated his eyebrows, and the hand holding bis cigar. •Now you won't hurry off in sucn a sudden way, will yon?' said Charley Walton. •Yea Pre made op my mind. I'll go and wait for yon, and be your "beet man" too." 'You're a good fellow, Count, if there ever wa3 one. I wish I could—' •I know yon do, my son bnt yon can't. So I'm going to fall back.' •Don't go, Count. Or, If yon are resolved, take a last sail with me in my sail boit. Miss Jean's going.'

Mr. Waring laughed in a tragic manner. 'An inducement hat I believe I wont intrude, my son.' •Take your valise with you, snd bail the steamer. I'll put you on board."

Mr. Waring reflected. 'Well, that will do,' he said. 'And now, Charles, a last word of advice.' •Of advice?' 'Don't court a sweet sixteener. It don't pey, Charles.'

CHAPTER III.

It was a very fine October morning, and Miss Jean accompanied her two friends down to Mr. Charley Walton's little sail boat, which lay in a cove near Tbe Reeds. A servant bore Mr. Waring's valise, and pat it in the boat and Mr. Walton spread his sail, whereat the craft began to move.

It was a Uttle fishing smack with one triangular sale, and sceommodated just three persons. Miss Jean eat in tbe stern beside Mr. Charley Walton, who managed tbe helm, and Mr. Percy Waring, in a depressed condition ot mind, aat on the seat in the middle.

Miss Jesn Alleyn was uncommonly gay. During the whole remainder of Ela life Mr. waring save thiagay mood or tbe young lady tbe benefit of his profoundest meditation, and oould never understand in the remotest degree why rite was so unfeeling. It was certainly unfeeling. He was a friend, if ha was no more, and his departure seemed to elate tbe maiden. Was his collapsed condition too much tor any well regulated female? He was certainly la a

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eollspsed condition, and even his mnstache seemed to roup. When he sighed, it wss sufficient to move a heart of atone but instead of exciting sentiment in tbe tender heart of Miss Jean, this performance seemed to arouse in her tbe wildest mirth.

Meantime Mr. Waring was reflecting upon a business iiiwiter. Miss lean Alleyn wore a ring uf bis. He had given it to her one day, telling ber to wear it •until she "\VH» tm-d oi him" then, as soon »s'she did not wish to have him love her any more/ she could return it. Tnat wooM make it unnecessary to have a sc?ne. •It would be better if she returned it,' muttered Mr. Waring, in extreme collapse. •Turn her!' a voice exclaimed. 'Yon never sailed a boat, Count. The wind would keel her over in ten seconds.1

It was Lhe voice of Charley Wjdton, and looking at him, Mr. Waring saw that be was laughing. So was Miss Jean Alleyn, for that matter but then she had been laughing ever since she lett Tho Reeds. •Don't you see we are going to have a stunner, Count? Look out, or you'll be blown into tbe water.'

In lact, a sudden sqnull bad struck tbem, and the small sail-boat was running before tbe wind like a race horse. There was a little island just in front ot them, at tbe mouth of the cove, and Charley Walton was trying to avoid it by bearing down hard on the helm. As to Miss Jean, she was delighted. She leaned over the boat's side, snd dipped her bands in the fosm, and seemed trying to make np her mind whether she could throw some at Mr. Waring without impropriety. 'I never thought there would be a squall,' exclaimed Charley Walton 'and suppose we all go tbe bottom, Count I'm at tbe helm, so you'll have to take Miss Jean in your arms and swim to shore with her.' •I will do so with pleasure,' said Mr. Waring, with a look of mournful devotion.

He then leaned over to Miss Jean Alleyn, and said, sotto voce, "That is a handsome ring you wear.' The ring was on a finger of a small hand resting on the side of tbe £ost. Mr. Waring took tbe band, and drew the ring half from the maiden's finger. Then stopped and looked her straight in the eyes. 'Shall I?' he said, drawing the ring a little further.

It was a very curious expression which came to the face of the maiden. Did she blush and hesitate? Perhaps tho wind brought the sudden color to her cheeks. Certainly it was tbe cause of the burst of laugbter which suddenly escaped from Miss Jean's lips. A furious gust had blown off her chip hat, aud carried It dancing over the foam crests. And so quick bad been tbe dutch of the ungallant wind fingers that they tore down her hair too. The brown curls fell on her shoulders, and made a frame for the rosy cheeks and looking straight into tbe face which was not more than two feet distant from him, Mr. Waring uttered a sigb which would have melted a tiger.

He was still holding tbe hand, and making pretense to draw off the ring— tbatsmall circle of gold which she was to 'return when she was tired of him, and did not wish to have him love her any more'—when suddenly the maiden frowned, and abruptly drew her hand away. •Please let my property alone, sir,'she said. But Mr. Percy Waring »till held the band, and did not release tbe ring. It was iniudicious, for Miss Jean suddenly colored. 'If you insist, there it is, sir,' ska said, her eyes flashing through quick tears.

But Mr. Percy Waring was lueky tbat day. He did not suffer from his blunder. Wbat Charley Walton predicted in jest, took place in earnest. •Look out, Count!' he now exclaimed. •The wind has shifted. Take care, Miss Jean!'

It was too late to take care. The sail boat was struck by a furious squall, and turned over. When Jean rose to the surface of tbe water, she found herself in the embrace of Mr. Percy Waring, who swam fifty yards with her then he touched ground, and carried her bodily to the little island.

Charles Walton landed near them, ana seeing that the danger was over, began to laugh. •Was ever such luck!' he cried 'but at all events tbe Count has rescued yoa, Miss Jean. I wish I could do tbe same for my poor sail boat.'

A little fishing oanoe was tethered to a tree near by, and he ran and unloosed it. •Take care of yourself, Count,' he said, laughing. 'I'm going to tug-in my craft.'

The canbe shot from the bank, and then Mr. Waring turned toward his companion. Her dress was streaming with water, and clung close to her person. Two small feet emerged from the skirt, and Mr. Waring contemplated them.

Suddenly a long, shrill note came on tbe wind from Tbe Reeds landing. Tbe steamboat, which bad stopped there, was about to resume her way, and it would pass near the island. At tbe same moment a load halloo came from Charley Walton, who was tugging in his sail boat. •I must go,' said Mr, Percy Waring. •Charley will be here in a moment, and will tatra charge of yon.'

Jean looked up at him, and ianghed and blushed. •You are so beautiful!' said Mr. Percy Waring. •I'm such a fright! and tbe water is trickling down my nose.' •Don't mind it. Oood-by, Jean. There is tbe boat,'said Mr. Waring. He took ber band and was drawing off the ring, when she closed her finger on it. •Don't play with me, Jean—I love yon so! whether tbe water is trickling down your nose or not.' said Mr- Waring.

He drew bis white handkerchief and said: •There is Charley. Here goes for tbe signal. The steamer will send a boat for me.'

Suddenly Jean raised her band and caught the arm which waa just making tbe signal. It was done so quickly and with such energy that an accident happened to Mies wean Alleys. Her boot* were muddy, and abe slipped. Tbe consequence was tbat if Mr. Percy Waring had not caught her, she wonld have fallen. He did so with great promptness, and held ber dose to his breastin which graceful attitude they wore found by Mr. Charles Walton. A burst of laughter announced bis vicinity, and be always said afterward that he beard something. It was not much, bnt it meant a good deal, it seemed. It was, "No, don't go!' uttered In a whisper and the whisper came from Miss Jean Alleyn.

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The case was growing interesting, and my face showed desire for information. •'Can I take the box home with me in my carriage?"

The manufacturer saw a pleading look in a listener's eye, and respeoted.it, so he nodded consolingly, and cslled to the Lead lady: "Is Mrs. J's. immersion robe ready yet?" "Not quite, air," was the cheerful response. "The bullets ain't in yet, and the cap hasn't oome." "Bullets and cap. Good graoious, is she going to be shot as well as drowned?" whispered an irreligious friend.

When the gentleman left, oontented with the promise that the articles should be sent tllat evening, the manufacturer explained that the Dullets were placed in the hem of the dress to hold down the skirt, and the cap was to proteot the crimps.

A lew moments later womanly curiosity was satisfied, for before me was placed one of tbe most dainty wardrobes one can well imagine. The undergarments, Turkish drawers, French cnemise, underwaist and skirts were oi a silken fabric, something ltke pongee, a kind of Japanese or Chinese material, in cream oolor, exquisitely trimmed with fine torchon lsce and knots of ribbon. The dress, in a heavier fabric in tbe same shade, was a full, indescribable arrangement tbat fell about tbe figure in graoeful folds ofdrspery, held in place at the waist line by a sash of white rib* bon, floriated in passion flower pattern, in cream color, to be tied in a large bow at the back. The cap was a lit'le gem of some illuminated fabric, deoorated with golden gleam lace, that made the face appear as If surrounded by a halo. "And now," said the suave, proprietor, "you have admired the beauties of the wardrobe, let us test its peculiarity." To an attendant: "Bring me a pitcher of water and a bowl." Tbe order being obeyed, he placed the sash and oap into the bowl, half full of water, and resumed his conversation. Some ten minutes later he took them out and unfolded tbem the insides were perfeotly dry. He gave tbem a shake and tbe water rolled off, and tbey were as fresh as before being plaoed. in the water. Then he dashed a goblet of water over the drets, shook it, and no dampness or stain was the result even tbe lsce held up, like a cream lily after a rain. Everything in the outfit was waterproof—the beautiful silken embroidered hose, the shoes and the gloves. About tbe tops of the stockings, the bottom of the drawers, and inside the neck of the dress and the sleeves were pieces, which fitted olosely, held in plaoe by rubber, so no water oould get above or below. "And see," continued tbe exponent, "this oap is worthy of consideration and praise it is indeed tbe crowning perfection of the toilet. Hear its virtue the modern attendant to the minister and assistant in raising the convert must be eduoated to, just before the head goes under the water, quietly push the crimps under the rubber that secures the lace edged cap hence, not one partide of the lady will be touched by water exoept ber faoe, and when she

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THOUSANDS have been cured of dumb ague, billions disorders jaundice, dyspepsia and all diseases of the liver, blood and stomach, when all other remedies have failed, by using Prof. Guilmett's French Liver Pad, which is a quick and permanent cure for those disorders. Ask your druggist for tbe great remedy, and take no other, and if he does not keep it send fl.50 in a letter to tbe French Pad Co.. and reoelve one by mail postpaid. Sold by J. J. Baur. (4)

Wbat Jfrealevs Hmjr. STBKLIXO, III.,April 10tb, J#*0. Kidney-Wort still continues to sell better than any other patent medicine on our shelves, and it always does good work. Castomers praise it to us, and recommend it to neighbors.

O. A. OLIVER A CO., Druggists. LANCASTER, PA., March 27th, '80. Messrs. Wells, Richardson A Co.,

Gentleman—Kidney-Wort is giving general satisfaction. I will swear by It all tbe time ssit has done me more good than any physician wss able to do.

J. R. KAUFFMAN, Druggist. Gentleman—Mr. John Baal,of Woodford Co., wishes us to tell yon tbat two boxes of Kidner-Wort cured him of a severe Liver Complaint. He is selling lota for ns by his recommendations. W. A. ZINDEL, Druggist, Peoria, 111.

Ftooff! HirorHflsrinnB. In bron_jial and other chest affections, in arresting incipient consumption, and in lessening the distressing symptoms of this disease in Its hopeless stamps, as well as In cases of nervous debiuty in giving tone to tbe system, it is undoubtedly valuable remedy,

ioea

MCMUKRAY,

Methodist Minister, Newport, N. S.

VwekleaitB Arsks Solve. The BEST SALVE in the wwid for Cot*.

Com aadan *ia4s effigta KropUona. ThisSalve lagaarsnteed to five perfectss4tsfisetlon in «vwy esse money refooded. PrieeSS cents per Box. For sal* by (Jollck

Berry,Torre Haute.

BrsseUtla, a Premonition of Consumption, is characterized by catarrh, or Inflammation of the mucous membrane of the air passages, with cough and expectoration, short breath, hoarseness, pains in the chest. For all bronchial amotions, sore throat, aphonia, or loss of voice, coughs, Dr. 8wayne's Compound 8yrap of Wild Cherry is a well known curative.

HOMB TESTIMONY.

Asthma and Distressing Cough Cured. My mother was a great sufferer from Asthma cough, could not sloep, her symptoms became very alarming, short breaui pains and oppression. Dr. Swuyne's Com­

pound

Syrup of Wild Cherry gave her immediate relief and in a short time restored her to good health, H. MEYER, Grocer. 17th and Carpenter Streets, Philadelphia.

Price 2^ cents'&nd |1 per bottle, ortfbot-ipt "arge slue is the most economical. Sold by all prominent druggists. By

eaoci

ties $5. Thel leal. Soldi. Bnnttn & Armstrong, Terre Haute.

8wajnae*s Ointment and Pills, The greatest remedies the world has ever known, curing the most iriveterato oases of skin diseases, sucq as tetter, salt rheum, scald head, barber's itch, sores, all crusty, soaly. Itching skin eruptions, and that distres&inffcomnlalnt.liching piles. As ablood purifier and liver regulator, Swayne's_Tar aud Sarsaparilla Pills

fs are excellent.. Core

sick and nervous headache, dyspepsia, in. digestion, ward off malsrlal fevers, cleans* In* the system and bowels of all impurities, restoring to healthy activity every orr gaa of the human body. Price 25 cents a box, five boxes, fi. Ointment, 60 cents, 8 boxes, 91.33 Can be sent by mall to any address ou reculpt of price. Address letters, Dr. swayne fc son, 8$) north Sixth Rtreet, Philadelphia. Sold by all leadlug druggists. Terre Haute, by Buntin & Armstrong.

Itching Piles

Is one of the most annoying diseases In the world, and yet all can tlnd sure relief by the use of Swayne's Ointment. It has been tested in thousand of instances, and Invariably makes a surer cure. The symptoms are moisture, like persplratiou, intense itching, particularly at night, when undressing, might thlulc that pin worms were crawling ii* about the rectum tho private parts are sometimes aflV ctecl. Procure this Ointment at once and be oured.

SKIN DISEASES,

Swayne's Ointment is also a speclflo for jtter, itch, salt rheum, scald head, erysipelas, barber's itch, blotches, all aoaly, crusty, cutaneous eruptions. Price, 50 cents. Three boxes, fl.25. Sent by mall to any address on receipt of price. Prepared only by Dr. Swayne A Son, Philadelphia. Sold by all prominent druggists. At Buntin Armstrong's, Terre Haute.

The Greatest Remedy Known. DR. KINO'S NKW DISOOVKRY for cansumption is certainly the greatest medical remedy ever placed within the reach of suffering humanity. Thousands of hopeless sufferers, now loudly proclaim their praise for this wonderful discovery to which they owe their lives. Not only does it positively cure consumption, but coughB, colds, asthma, bronchitis, hay fever, hoarseness, and all affections of the throat, chest and langs yield at once to its wonder-

you are getting.

earnestly requejt you to call on your druggist Gulfck & Berry and get a trial bottle for ten cents, which will convince the most skeptical of Its wonderful merits, anO show you what a regular oue dollar slse bottle will do. For sale by Uulick fc Berry, Terro Haute, Ind. W

Por Palling, Premature Orny Hair Use London Hair Restorer. Insures now growth London Hair Restorer. Restores the color. London Hair Restorer. Kxqviislte dressing. London Hair Restorer. Tho only cleanly London Hair Restorer, and eifeotual Hair London Hair Restorer. Restorer in market.

A toilet luxury,entirely free fiom all obnoxious or unpleasant odor. It thickens thin hair, restores gray hair, gives it new life, cures dandruu*, causing the lialr to

§oes

row where it has fallen off or become thin, not soil or stain anything, and is so

f»erfoctly

and elegantly prepared as to make

ta lasting hair dressing and toilet luxury. Price 76 cents, six bottles SI. _8oM by Buntin A Armstrong, Terre Hants, and nil leading druggitts.

BROWN'S

EXPECTORANT

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

READ THE FOLLOWING. HAIIZ. OP RKPRISBNTATIVES, INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Feb. 15,1871. F, DB. J. H. BROWN—Wc have used your "Brown's Expectorant" and take pleasure that it is the best roedfclt: coughs, colds, hoarseness, and cheerfully

in saying

1

coughs, co—, recommend It to all who may be troubled with Threat and Lung affections.

Wst MACK, Speaker House of Rep. ZKNOR, Rep Harrison county.

Morgan

counties. 8c SELL, Doorkeeper House of Rep. N WAREUM, Rep Hancock county.

ABBOTT, Rep Bartholomew county E CALKINS, Rep Fulton county. JNO W COPNEK, Rep Montgomery connty W MBFF, Rep Putnam county.

IT ACTS LIKE MAOIC. 0STICK J, M. AND I. R. R. Co.. JarrxBSOirviLX.K, Ind., April 6,1871. DR. J. H. BHOWK—Having suffered with a severe cough for time past, I was in* ducedto try one bottle, of your "Brown's Expectorant." I unhesitatingly say I found it pleasant to the taste, aud to act like magic. A few doses done the work for the cough, and I am wel I.

DILLARD RlCltKTTS,

Presidentj.M.andi.B.R.

READ WHAT GEN. KIMBALL SAYS. INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Dec. 20,1 m. DR.J. H. BROWN-After having used your "Expectorant Syrup" long enough to know and appreciate it* good qualities, I can cheerfully bear testimony to its uniform success in curing tbe most obstinate cases Of coughs, colds, etc. I have frequently sdministered the "Expectorant" to my children, and always found It

the

Brown's

veiy best

well as the most pleasant remedy of Its kind NATHAN KIMBALL, Treasurer of State. WHAT A CASE OF CONSUMPTION BATH.

David A. Hands,of Darlingtou. Mentepmerv county, says: "My wife has been afflicted with consumption for a number of years and during that time has tried most a'lof the medicines recommended tor that dieease without affortlng any relief. I was induced by the recomaendalions of Dr.

to say that my wire is so mocn Improved an confident it will entirely restore he# by its continued use.

to say that my

IT CURES BRONCHITIS. JEDISRCHOH, Ind., August 28,1871* This Is to certify that 1 have used Brownie Expectorant in my family since its first introduction. it has never (ailed to give entire satisfaction. Uf wife is sutyect to bronchitis, and 1 lave found no remedy equal to "Brown's Expectorant," I recommend it as a safe and reliable remedy-

J. T. BJWNTON, D,

Expectorant

IS FOR BALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS.

A. KIEFEE

•INDIANAPOLIS.