Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 19, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 November 1880 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

POETIC HEMS ASTRA

"If I ahoold die to-night, My friends would look upon my face, Before they laid it In its rutting place. And deem that death had left It almost fair.'

'IK

It true,

Chrtat in heaven, that the liigli-

est nutter ciionf?

Thai the noblest wanter wildest and most hopelcmly are lortt That mark of tank in nature to capacity for pain, And the angtaiah of the linger makes the awcetnew of the strain?**

"The mar whom* rays the blushing gropes adorn. And swell the kindly ripening eai* of corn, Under thla influence graft the tender shoot. Thy children1 children shall enjoy the fruit."

"The atarlight hour* like birds fl&w by At lightly and u# free, Ten thousand Htare were in tl»e sky,"

Ten thousand in the sea For every wave with dimpled crest Tiiat leaped into the air Hiui caught a star in ita embrace,, held it

And hel trembling there.

••f-i! t'not tweet to think hereafter, When the xpirit leaves thle .sphere, I/ivo with deathloHH wings nliall waft her

To thone ahe long boa mourned for here1? Ilearta from'twax death to never, Kye» tlit world can ne'er restore, Thou an warm, a« bright an ever

Xlmll meet u» and Ixr lost no more?

"When wearily we wander, asking (ft earth and heaven, 'Wherenre tit-• Beneath wlioae Kin lie* wo once lay b:i-i:

I/toking back for u» to couie.1

Ing,

Bleat, mi'! thinking blifw would stay?' Hopefttill lift* her radiant finger. Pointing to the Kternal Ilome, Rrncath whc*«c portala yet tiiey linger, ek

After while—a busy brain Will rext from all ita care ami pain.

"After awhile earthV rush will eea.se And a wearied heart find sweet release.

"After a while—a vanished face, An empty Heat, a vacant place.

"After awhile—a man forgot— A crumbled headstone—unknown spot."

"Liken plank of driftwood, Towed on the watery main, Another plank encounters.

Meet*—touches—part* again— 80 u**ed and drifting ever On llfc'H unresting sea, Then meet and greet and sever,

Parting eternally."

The Chance Shot.

1IY ADA CAnLBTO.V.

It was a pleasant place truly, that cool, old fashioned living room, with its tritnly papered walla hung with cheap, pretty prints, its poli-shocl, birchen floor, bright with many colored rugs its neat splint bottomed chairs, its two windows Cueing South, through which the late June sunshine slanted. The rollicking hreew which fluttered the muslin window dnt|eries wafted in the scent of pink cinnamon roses and tossing Hint blossoms, A robin caroled his lovosong in the old apple tree at the foot of the garden. The swallows twittered lx» neath the eaves. All in all, it was one of those places in which lift! would seem worth the living.

Kut old farmer Hell rolled up, before the sightllost window, moved his hand aged foot impatiently ilpon its padded rest and frowned darkly atahe looked around him. How ho chafed under this enforced idleness yet it might lie weeks," the doctor said, lefore the ugly gash in that good right foot would heat, un^ en able the old farmer to go about his work one© more.

JIo was a hard man. this I nrnior Roll: hard as Hint—sot, immovable as stone in his way. The deep lines about his mouth, the square lower face, the steely gleam of the blue eyes Ijoneath the overhanging burly brows would tell you thh. Tho resentment of uo other man In the Eastern counties was to Iw dread 0d more than was his.

The robin's song was All unheed, as Farmer Bell's glance wandered out of the window, and abroad over his fair poss«!tslons there was the thrifty, circk nil! orchard, just now giving promise of an abundant harv*t the waving grain lie his, the green mowing lands, and, across the little brook swale, the batch of alsike clover—

What? Farmer Boll'* scowl Iniesime doc per. He leaned doner to the window. It was quite true, In the midst of the dimpling sen of ml and white clover blooms showed a dark, moving blot. "Drat her! Drat her. 1 say!" cried the fanner, with nn emphasis* which would have given force to a much stronger Expletive.

He reached his hickory stick. Lina," he called, thumping harii upon the birchen tloor, "Una? t^unc here:'

There was a sound of hastening feet in the pasaajre, and presently the door opened to ndmit a tall, fair tenderly formed girl—Farmer lull's daughter, with her father's stfel-Ulue eym.

The farmer faced about excitedly as ..«he.entered. "Una," he cried, with an extra thump r»fhi» staff, "that dog-goneii Alderney lhifer of Hiram Unrtney'als in my ae«xl clover patch again. lo you set Jack on lohcr. Beqniek!" '•Jack went up to the north meadow •w*"'

fii

men, at noon, father, mid they

J:» n't i'.jmeln yet." "fio vourself, then!*' roared the farm rr. "Mmnjjtthe cry of pain which rose in In- tut he unm^4oui«ly Hted hi* wounded foot on Ue tt-• r.

,,I»riye

now, and drive

the clover.

her

into Hiram (tar: n.y's t!.»ry«rd, and tell him from ne :h.u If -i onto my land again I'll alt »t her! mind yori, now, i'U ahoot her aa a door nail

A red flnsh passed over Una's face, as ahe. stooping, returned her father's foot carefully to ita resting place. "But von would not'father?" "Won't I We'll aee whether I will or not! Let (Jartney keep her at home If lie doesn't want her hurt. They're a mean act, those Uartneya, mot and

Iwaneh—'rt •'Father!" I^na st*»d erect, her lips oouprwwd, her blueeres tlaxhing. "IIV trtip. every wordleoared the irate old farmer, jxHtndir.g his hickorvatick on the floor, "and tJbe sooner you und-r^Und, Una, that Tom ttarUwy ain't to eome palavenngabnat nir howw anv more the till le for vou

that critic,- out o'

Ami as Una, with heightened color, obeved. the farmer tarn*) bat* in Ida m*y inairand watched hor slim, girlish ftfuo go akmg the path, disappear for an iiMtant down the ateepbasnc which walled in the little brook*wale, then «e*n)nfr cmee more No view, era* the Itieliway to thedov» tieadow—watched ft«£|ritJt feelings* of mingled mtisfactfcm audft&gret. He was* so proad of her—of thi* fair daughter of htk. She wan the mipleofhi* eye, an* he guarded and «AerMw«thera»I»TTD.: the tfctatt IWMM*Jkeeppr, the beat Intttwr maker in all the country a round. She was the child of

his old age—his all. And yet there had been another—his daughter, as lina was his daughter—pretty, dark-eved Khoda, the image of her mother, as Una, six years vounger, took her fath er'B likeness. "But for half a score of years Farmer Bell had not looked upon his daughter Rhoda's face. It is not long story.

One summer, when Rhoda had scarcely passed her seventeenth birthday, city clerk was spending his short vaca tion at the little hamlet, three miles to the west of the Bell farm. He met the bright-eyed Rhoda at some simple, conn try merry making, and before long the chance acquaintance ripened into friendship and that friendship into love, warm ana tender. But Farmer Bell objected vehemently, after the manner in which he was prone to do. He tilled the soil, as his father and father's father had done before him, and he loved his vocation No child shonld marry a beggarly tape seller, with no brains beyond his yam stick, he declared, and expecting his word to be law to tho daughter, as it ever had been to the mother, who had lain a twelvemonth beneath the daisies, he considered the matter settled,

It was not, by any means. Rhoda was willful, with a^spice of her father's head strong temper. There was a secret marriage, and one bright morning Fanner Bell's oldest daughter was missing from her home. Rhoda had tied with her husband

For a time the old farmer's rage knew no bound there then took jwssession of his heart a deop, lasting displeasure toward his erring child. He ordered her simple wardrobe with all her various little belongings, packed up and forwarded to the address which she had left he blotted her name from the family Bible record he took her portrait from the wall he forbade her ever to be mention ed in his presence. "She is no longer a daughter of mine," ho said, and there was something almost grand in his silent, unwavering wrath.

During tho first year after Rhoda's de-

arture there came" frequent letters from begging her father's forgiveness telling other husband's happiness she found in her life—happiness which only lacked her father's blessing to complete

But those patnetic little appeals were never answered they shrivelled into nothingness oh Farmer Bell's wood Are and, coming less aud less frequently, they at length ceased, for a lapse of years, altogether.

Then, not many months before this bright June day of which I have written, there came to Lina from Rhoda a hearttouching letter telling of tho birth of the birth of a little daughter of her poverty of her life in the little attic room, where her needle was all that stood 4etween her and starvation for herself and her tiny, goldon haired Lina of her homeside yearning for the friends of other days, praying that hor father's heart might turn to hor in her sore distress.

Lina, with teared dimmed eyes, carried tho letter to her father, and when ho refused to see it, she read it through to him, bravolv, standing with her hand against the door. "He will not say 'no' to this," she thought, lingering over some pathetic passage "at least he cannot deny hor assistance."

Hut Farmer Bell did both. He raised his voice invective he swore that Rhoda Ayre should never touch one penny of his money. She might starve—he would not lift u'tiuger to prevent it.

Lina raisod her blue eyes to his face: '•Will you give mo money to send Rho da, father?" "No!" roared tho old farmer. "Very well," and Linn's voico rang clear and hard, "then von may find another housekeeper, and I shall go out to service. There are plenty, who will hire mcT-1*^,)

It was no emnty bo&St,'as Farmer Bell well knew. Manv and ninny ft housewifo would hail this tidy, ca i?irl as a treasure indeed. Ho*looked at lis daughter steadily for a moment.— There was no mistaking her firm resolution. A smilo ofadmiration flitted across his face. Truly, this was a worthy daughter of a worthy sire. ion'll stav where you are," he said sharply, "I'll pay you for your work." ery well," returned Una, quietly.

So it was settled, and often since that day had flown a tiny, white winged messenger to the little attic room in tho bus-

tling city, where Rhoda lived, 1 tearing Una's hoarded weekly stipened, with words of hoj* and ch'eor and Farmer Bell drew such comfort as he might from the thought that it was Una's well earned monoy, and not his own, which went to aid the sister and daughter in her penury,

The old farmer turned Imek to these dark pages in his life history, living the past anew, with tho same Jien-e resentment, not one whit abated, burning in his heart, as he sat in the bright Jimp sunshine, snifHng the rose perfumed breath of the breezes and looking after Una. Was she, too, going against his wishes as hor sister had'done?"

He asked himself the question, frowning the while and his brows formed a wrtentous iron gray bar across his forelead, quite forgetting the fact that scarcely three months before he had sanctioned Tom Oartiiey's wooing, and in his heart of hearts had Mdden him "all-speed."

They were neighbors, the Bells and Uartneys, and had been friends, until, in an evil hour, a dispute arose concerning a certain boundary. The difference was not great, a rood or so of land, but Farmer Bell olistinati-JY forced a lawsuit, in which he was worsted, as he deserved be, and Hiram ffctrtney's warmest iend became, in consequence, his bitterest enemy. "And Tom tJartney—he shall not have inv Una!" declared farmer Bell, with a thump of ids hickory staff.

It was a harsh decree, since Tom and Una had been lovers almost from childhood—very harsh.

So thought Una, as she drove the mild eyed Aldernev heifer along the dusty highway, tip the green lane which led to the Gartney farm house, and by the meadow where Hiram (Jartney and his stalwart son were swinging' their glittering scythes.

A deeper red than the sun's hot ravs had painted there came over Tom Gartney'* face when he aaw Una. He cleared the fence at a bound. "1*11 take care of her now, Una," he said, "Has she been getting into mi»chlef again?" "Into fkiher's alsiice clover," corrected Una, with a bright smile, which ml Tom's heart a-flutter. "She* the bnsachiest (Titter that «v»r lired," called Fanner iartnev from tho mtaOtum "I keep her* nowhere*, thottgh pm*mps fences higlvr'n common. t*h. Mr. Jartney.f wied lina, wtOl tmnukraa «*K*stnam, **4o t»r, nkaae. Fat her ank if she eocaa* on his fttrot again tollwlwot her. and Vm very mm to will if he can. Yw know he l» a»~-

"Ym, 1 know." n*{MftKied the fin-mer,. with an odd Utile ntnOe. "tie i» a good man at tort, yoot father la, Una, whm to leta M» toarl p* the upper hand of Mm. But 111 put a yoke on the beirer.w

And lina, throwing him a grateful smile, tamed hack, tor kmr iralldiiiff heebie her down the lane.

"They'rea loving couple," murmured Farmer Gartney, gazing after the pair, "Lord bless Jonathan Bell if he tries to part 'em!"

And that was just what Fanner Bell would do. In his testy fashion he forbade Tom Gartnev his house at the first opportunity, and in so many words, as he had by intimation oft before. "Your room's better'n your com pony," he said, "and you may as well make up your mind first as last that you can't have Una. I dont want the son of a robber in my family."

At which Tom*Gartner's bronzed face darkened ominously, and his brawny fist clenched in away which would have boded ill to Farmer Bell had ho been thirty years younger. "I shall take Lina's dismissal rather than yours, sir," he returned, controlin himself by a powerful effort "but I wit not come again."

And he went away. Yet Una, though at times a shade

Sitherthan

aver of old, sang about her work than any bird. Farmer Bell was puzzled. "Lina," he said to her one day, "I suppose you know I've given that young scalawag, Tom Gartney, his walking papers?"

Yes, father," returned Lina, flushing up a great deal "but he isn't a seala wag."

Jarmer Bell looked up at his daughter sharply. "Well, well," he said, "we jvon't quarrel about that. But you are not to speak to him again mind,* now "No, father."

It was certainly an ambiguous nega tive but Farmer Bell chose to apply it to the first clause of his command, and was fain to be content with Lina's apparent ready submission to his wishes.

Yet he was not quite satisfied. "I was sure tho girl had more spirit, he said, knitting his bushy brows,

His suspicions were well foundod.Lina was not at all submissive, in that she had not the least idea of giving up Tom Gartney.

There were stolen conferences across the pasture bars, at milking time, and often Lina, hunting the sweet field strawberries, found the largest and ripest close by the fence over which her lover learned to talk with her.

Yet she would not do as Rhoda had done. "Wo can wait father is sure to give his consent one time or another," she asseverated with tho confidence which belongs to youth. "If he does not, then—"

And the Instant comnression of Lina's cherry lips said more than words. In the meantimo Farmer Bell's wounded foot healed slowly—very slowly, ©wing to its owner's chronic state of unrest, the village doctor said with a smile but heal it did, until the old farm er could hobblo front ono room to another, with tho aid of his staff and his daughter Una's arm.

So the days slipped by, coming at length to a slumberous afternoon in uly, when the air was drowsy with heat, and tho whole earth seemed asleep.

Farmer Bell sat in his accustomed easy chair by tho South window. A wandering bee droned lazilv above tho rose tree without a big "blue bottle bumped against the whitewashed ceiling within and tho old farmer was fast losing himself in a blissful lethargy, when, with a half unconscious side glance out over his fair lands, ho was wide awako on tho instant. Steely glints shot from his blue eyes as he thumped his horny fist down upon tho chair arm, for Hiram Gartney's Alderney heifor was trampling kneo deep in the-rich scented about, clover.

Farmer Bell's face flamed an angry red. "Dodrat the beast," he cried, •'I'll shoot her. I said I would and I "wrtll! I gave him warning. I'll J&ira Hiram Gartney that I'm not going to be trod on •bar him." "*^?he old'musket lean wall beside the fan tor's where it l$ad stood mnce, June.—Perhaps ffe hafl-iwrt fvieant it then—he intended to dtflo now.

He reached the old firearm from its place and rested it unsteadily upon the window sill, while ho sighted across the intervening fields to where the placid Alderney was wading in the clover. But the old flint

lock

was rusty and refused

to do its duty. Farmer Bell fumed and fretted as he worked upon it.' Again he brought the musket to position. Then a door closed *vith a resounding slam there were quick footsteps down the path, andnerosa Farmer Boll's sight came a flying gleant of blue and gold.— It was Lina, who, in her protty blue calico gown, with her bright hair flowing loosely, went swiftly towards the cloverpatch. "She's going to drive the heifer out," muttered farmer Bell. Then he callikl aloud: "Una, como back!" „sV.

But Una kept straight on. "Come back, I tell you!" mared the irate old farmer, pale with anger. "If you don't mind me, I'll shoot .yow/"

Yet Una gave no hoed to the blustering summons, "Drat the girl!" thundered the farmer.

What does she mean by disobeying me?" and. from force of habit* he thumped the old musket hard upon the window sill.

There waa a quick flash, and a report which set the echoes flying up and down the valley, and, above'all, quiveringand shrill in the sleepy air, rang a shriek of anguiahed terror. The nlsty lock had done it* work at last. The mnsket slid to the floor with a crash. "It can't be it must not be," moaned the farmer, weakly putting up his hand as if to shut out some evil spectre. "Lina! my child, Lina!"

For, down upon the greensward, under the glowing July sun, lay a little heap of blue, with waving gleams of gold about it, very still.

Shivering, as with ague. Farmer Bell pasted one trembling hand across his forehead. Th® words of an old prayer floated through his half numbed brain: "Lord lie merciful to me, a sinner."

How harsh and strange and far-away bis own voice sounded but with the words came a ray of consolation. He matched his hickory staff and sprang up, in utter forgetfulnoss of the wounded foot. A sharp pang, another and another smote him, yet he hobbled on, until he reached the outer threshold, and aaw Hiram Gartney come striding up the path, whh Una in his anna, tor white fao* cfbuson-atained. her fair hair dabbled In blood. Even then, in the very* of death, as It were, the old

itter enmity raw strong, tor a moment er MV bout.

in Partner "(*u rsw—no—no—btesa—"

The blue above and the green below riedahont atberinjr dim new in his hard Bell loot

Wended everything whl to the gathering

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aim

new,

and. for the

ftnt time in hi* hard old life, Fanner

The evening ahadows ware darkening over vafltar and hill, when the old fanner struggled back once mom to a knowledge of things earthly—lying upon hi* own tod in hta own room. He waa quite alone. Tfennwh the open window cum jjto brassy whir of the nightjar, hunting ita prey mat In the sombre twilight. There were sounds aI aoftly moving net aHoveln Una's little chamber a gentle clatter of diabe* in the wide old kitchen amhdned voice* in the paaaagc.

It all came bade to him presently like

a horrible nightmare, and Farmer Bell covered his face with his hands and wept latter, burning tears, which weiled from the depths of a remorseful, contrite heart. If he could but blot out this terrible thing which he had done, and see Lina, his bright, loving Una, full of bounding life and health, as he tod seen her a few short hours before, no sacrifice would be too great for him to make. What a change this trouble had wrought There was no more anger in his heart for any one so true it is that all foolish resentment withers away beneath the shadows of a real weight grief.

The door opened, and little Doctor Burroughs, the village physician .bustled in. Farmer Bell raised* his head and tried to speak, but no sound came from between his parched lips.

So you're coming round all right? said the little doctor, "I thought vou would, in time." "Una!" gasped the farmer "tell me. is she alive?" "Alive?" I should say so! Why not! Don't excite yourself, rav good sir. is a pretty severe scratch, Vet we'll have her about again in a few davs but vou, sir, have undone all that I had done for you." And Dr. Burroughs laughed a harsh, craekling laugh, yet it seemed to Farmer Bell the sweetest music he had ever heard. Tears fell fast from his steel blue eyes. "Thank God! thank God!" he said. "Yes," resumed the doctor, wiping his eyes, also, "it is a bad scratch. Your daughter's arm is pretty well used up. I don't mind saving that had she lain without aid for a longer time it might have been a chance if she recovered. So I may say in all proltabilitv you owe your daughter's life to the promptness of your friend Gartney, who, upon discovering the situation'of atlairs, lost no tirno in sending for me and bringing over his wife to take charge of your daughter." How the good little doctor beamed while thus delivering himself But Farmer Bell winced at his word Aw friend (Jartnev! "Is he here yet—Gartney?" he askod.

Yes," said the doctor. "Tell him I want to speak to him." Yet when Farmer Bell came face to face with his old enemy, hand grasped hand, and not a word'was spoken, but each understood the other.

Lina did not fulfil Dr. Burrotigh's prophecy that she would get about soon. The next day and tho next the doctor's horse and gig stood before the farmhouse door, and the doctor bustled in and out, with anxiety depicted upon his face. "I fear your daughter will have a brain fever," he said, laving his soft hand on tho farmer's shoufder.

Farmer Bell aroused as from deep thought. "I shall send for my—for her sister Rhoda," he said, slowivj and as if speaking to himself. "I have been hard and cruel long enough."

And Rhoda came once again to the old home, bringing a heart overflowing with thankfulnoss, to nurse Lina back to health and strength, to life and love.

It was when the plenteous harvest had be°n garnered, when tho birds were living south, when the—

Gold of the ruined woodlands drove through the air,"

That Lina, still white and wan, as the fever left her, canio and sat down beside her fathor, tuning his hand between her palms. "Father?" "Yes, daughter." "If you please, I would like to marrv Tom Gartney—sometime."

Jonathan Boll drew a little sigh. "Yes," he said, "I think we'll have a edding at Thanksgiving, if vou can get your roses back by that but," and theoyes, which had lost half their oldtime stoeliness, twinkled, "you must tell him to keep his cattlq out of mv clover patch."

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Joseph Gunn of Honey Bend, III., 16 years of ace, carried his gun by tho barrels, stnick tho hammer against a log, and was killed.

Young Jeffcoto, 18 years of ago, of Troy, Ala., had a breach pin of his gun lodged in his brain, because the piece was overcharged.

Whileaiming at a bird at Monticello, 3S\ Y„ the barrels of George Watt's gun left the stock, and the wholechargo went through one of his feet.

B. Pabeston, a 10 year old boy, of Sullivan, Ind., while swinging his gun in a careless manner during a gunning trip, caught the hammer in his clothes ana was killed.

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The parents of Theodore Ross of Budd's Lake, N\ Y., not only lost their son, who was killed while shooting, but as they were driving rapidly to visit their dying boy, their carriage was wrecked, and the mother suffered a fractured arm and the father serious injuries^

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Thev had not been married Ion thev sat down to play "checkers, the middle of the game she said: "Then do I jump tlieae two men and mt a king? Of course I do. Crown me. I've got the first king," and she chuckled hysterically. "Xo you ain't, either. I didn't mean that move," said he. "If you cant play checkers without caching like a hen vou'd better give it up. Ill take that back and move here now, ao. Now yon can more." "Over here?" asked the wife. "Oertainlv. That's very good, ami her husband gobbled two men. "I didnt see that. I'd rather put In her." she remonstrated. "Too late now/' said he, pegging away for the king row. You should study your more find.

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N WAKKUM,

and Moigau

counties, Fec'dKLL, Doorkeeper House of Rep.

Hep Hancock county.

UHP ABiiorr, Hep Bartholomew couuty E

Hep Fulton county.

JN0 W UOPSKK, Hop Montgomery count} W JNEPF, Hep Putnam county.

IT ACTS L.KE MAGIC. OrriCK J. M. AND f. H. It. Co., 1

JKFFEKSONVILI,K,

DR.

J. H. BoowN—Havlng Miflered with a severe cough tor some time past, I was in duoed to try one bottle or,your "Brown's Expectorant." 1 unhHsUailitgly say 1 found It pleasant to the taste, and to act llko magic. A lew Uoses done th. work for the cough, and I am well.

DR. J.

BROWN—Aftet

Nasthe

To ail wVwe trofuw tslnu UjpIEtten ktatinc.

A well"When

TAPFTJCO FOR known inedkal dropokal eflusion has state, taking mart be restored to as a temporary relief, bnt ii never relied upon as a cure." The cause of the dropny must be removed, or it is a men question of time—the patient moat die. To remove the cttue, permanently, ttae If CST8 REMEDY, the tiwat Kidney and liver Medidinc: This groat medicine for the Kidney, Bladder, Uwr. and I'rinarr Oraana baa no rlvaL Hl"XT8 REMEDY enn-a when all other medicines fail. Sold by all DroggJata. Trial alat^3$«esta.

A Bad C4»l«t or Distressing Cow Dry. parched.sore throat, pneumonia, toll ohial aud asthmatic attacks, weakened' oebiliisted state of tae system, all ft dangtrous symptoms are cured bv Swayne's Compound Syrup of *ild ChtV The flrst o«e gives relW-r. snd the vs Cough a sore .lungs yield to its he# pro pert tes. A occasional dose of SwalPllls shonld be taken to keep the bo« iree. They are excellent for torpid l|| snd bilious complaints. A Frankiort* physician writes:

Some on'lis ago.* daughter of one of

pmm

I neut citizens was prou* need ah less consumptive, she wan very mncl duced In flesh, terrible cough her life ually WHsUng away. I recommends# to use Or, Swsyuea Co'mpound Syro Wild Cherry, which she did.* In a lime she was iree from all caugh and symptoms, and is now rosy and heai Price 25 cents and SI per bottle, or 8 ties 95. The largesiee is the most econ leal. Sold by ad prominent druggists. Buutln A Armstrong. Terre Haute.

Agents and Canvassers

Make from 823 to 850 per week ae),' goods for E. G. RIDEOUT & CO., 10 Ban Street, New York. Send for their catal and terms. Aug21 -1 3

HW.

STEWART, M. I»i yslclan and Snrgeou.

Otllce and residence in Marble Block,\ Main street, between Sixth and «eve. Terre Haute, Ind. 'J

OiHce hours—7

ind., April 0, 1371.

DlLl.ARO lUCKKTTS,

President.1. M. aud 1. h. R.

READ WHAT GEN.

J.T. BR«.VT^ M.n,

Brown's Expectorant

IS KOR SALE BY ALL DRUGG 18X8.

A.KIEFER

INDIANAPOLIS.

iratorflotMidM ever l«4*.

JUsgi&a

train

tpropmrSmot

iu. to 0 a. m.—1 to

7 to 10 ni.

DBAIiKR IN

ARTISTS' SUPPLIP

PICTURES, FRAMED, MOULD1N

Picture Frames Made to Or

McKesn'a Block, No. HW Main at) between 6th and 7th.

A.H"

If «. »IIU -If uro

of the first, second, thin! and fourth years vintage. Our druggists have some of tho oldest of the above wine direct from Mr, Hpecr.—Patereon Guardian.

BOEGKMAN,

MANUrACTCRBU AND DEALER IN

Home-made Hoots anil Nlio

And also keeps a

OTICE.

K1MBALL8AY8

INDIANAPOLIS,

Ind., Dec. 20,186U.

havingusfd youi

"Expectorant-.Syrup" long enough to know and appreciata lie good qualllhs, 1 can cheerfully bear testimony to its uniform success lu curing the most obstinate cases of coughs, colds, etc. 1 have frequently ad ministered the "Expectorant" to my chil dren, and always found it the very best a» wel I 1 osi remedy or lis ki ud

KIMpleasant

ATHAN

HAJ,I„ Treasurer of Htate.

WHAT A CAME Of C0N8UM PTION HA David A. Mauds,of Darlington, Montaorn ery county, says: "Aly wife has been afflicted with consmnptioM for a number of yearn and during that time has tried most all ol the medicines recommended lor that disease without artoj-iing any relief. I WHS induced by ihe reeorno endatlons of lr, Park, drugg st at Darli ngl on, to try 'Brufh'» Expectorant Hyrup,' and 1 ant now hapry to say that my witc is no much Improved am confident it will entirely restore h« hea'th by its continued u*e.'r

IT CUHKH BH'JNCHITIH. ft

EDINBURGH,

ind., August28,1871

This is to certify that I have u«cd Brown's Expectorant in my lainily since its flr.«t In traduction. It has never islled 10 give en tire ratisfactlon. M.v wife is subject to bronchitis, and 1 lave found no rented eqnal to "BrMB-n's Expectorant.*' I recom mend It as a SUM* snd reliable remedy

an otter Btttm,

BlOOtf

Rcgul

Jtod

^wrfflar, Ltv«r

Utm sad Btona—K«nnc to.

1 tiuiltilj tout esM «tan iloi raiM«apittat*iilkeir

atr!{Btettn^

wl Mm,

CMM Imgwimrl

oqpusL «r wia mwjailSHiinliit,

.uaMe, without Intoa-

ViiuK sUMS um diwMff «a' ter*. DWtwaattiljwi

a chronic

»a^twr rt«l)Mu or orapk» it ildt totllin —«t tmt» ur«l bawtrad* tlwj wVt wot orhOwrtrtmit mttmXmt am mad encs (ten nannatcr, Haa BNttrs amtouwsmiwttisftewt MaUKt-mryyr mmfr, tbm "WUi nod MM* sod perms «r Uottf JbrnuutwiOtMtmm. tmmm haaatadstoa34tn«t&>4»

eaty feel tod «r Htenbte ItBttl WOO tm piM Cor eareor tari* Do eat

UKS Hop

iMtalirJIT sadTwulStOss.

General Ktock ol ilooiantMl

No. 118 So. Fourth street, opposite Hon»«

Dyeing and Scouring

By greatly Improved lacllitlefi I aui

par- to do all kinds of

Ladies' & Gents Wet

In cleaning and loring, at reason rates, an

invlieall wishing anything

IIOUM.*

In this line to try the old reliable

H. F. REINERS

W. H. N.TRT. •j* 11. Wrt.Lt

CLIST& WI1J. IAM?

MANlIKAtrj .7KKIW OR

Sash. Doors, Blinds, 1

AMU nUALKKM I N

UlMbtiH, LATH. SHINWLlI GLASS, PAINTS. OILS mid HITILDEItS' II AIMIVVAbl

iMnll»erry Htreet,t'orner Ninth,

TERRE HAUTE, t|

TIIK

iPi&dm.tiWi

Elilrtdge Sewing Maclii HUH

been changed to .•

^iHk'rt Stone Pump ifiiiidiil No. lir fiouth Third street, between Ohio Walnut, ww»t «lfic,

Itis Warranted.

It is tlie most cotnplele, desirable maeil ever ofU'red to the public. lk'lng the latent, it has the ndvnntif having very desirable and new lmpr| mentM. iKm't buy until yon see It.

IIarr' Aletwker, late solicitor for White, will In glad to we

IIIM

old en««toiu

OJIlre, 117 Houth Third utrcet, Meconil I lunlli of Font", Hunter A Co' Livery 8tal|

W. H. FISK, Agenl

Trial Will Insnre Its Po. larlty EvtirywhiTe.

WHITE

Shuttle 8ewing Machij

When once naed will retain It* pine*,, ever.

It la celebrated for IIa mitanUutm, in It la one of the largemt wwlng tnaob anufiurtored—adap'eil aliko the the family or the workshop, it boa I lonaat «hu'Oe, with a bobMo that fc| almo»t a spool of thread.

The ah tie tenaion la adjnatable wltl mnorlnK the thattle from the rnaehir Tne great popularity of the Whit*-1 noat ooovinclng trlbn'e to t« exed and aapertorlry over other maehlnf in wbroiUlns ft to tbe trade we nut ft uj iMmorluuiia In no l**tanoe fioa jret fat led to *att*fy any reoornrnendaf in Its favor.

Tbe demand for the White ha* tnereq tomieb no extent tto*twea«e now pelted tottro out A GaapleM Maebla* Kvj

Tltree Mian let* ta the Day i«l Bmpplf ih« Ocnaad. Every machine la warranted for 6 and acrid for caab at liberal dlaeoanM upon ea*y paymenta, to anil the oont| tenoa of bnyera.

jr. 5. Hickman, Gen. AJ

ax Main atiwet. Te«v« Uaute. l|

fa ftOA per day at home. Mam

il) 10

worth ts free. AddreN

ftrtaaoa Co. Port and, Mali

Aaa a week la yoor own town. ^wD and Ift oatnt tree. Addreea

jH. UAU.RT A Co, Portland, Mai