Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 28, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 8 January 1881 — Page 6

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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

The Novelist,

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HI.AKCIIK ALDKIlXiEfS 1N11K1UTANCE

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Onoafternoon, about two weeks after tho ovcnts related in tbo last chapter, a man, mounted ujxn a handsonio black horse, rodo slowly along a wido avenue near Kingsbridgo.

The rloor'H appcaranco was striking. Ho was a nian rather above the medium height, well built,{and of erect and dignified carriage. He wore a long black beard, and his hair hung far

Suddenly he looked up and encountered the gaze of a young girl who was seated upon the jmtzza of a cottage which he chanced to bo passing. "What a beautiful girl!" he involuntarily exclaimed.

Tho object of his admiration was indeed a most lovely girl. She was of .medium htigln, with slight but well rounded form. Her Hhapely^head was crownod with thick braids of dark, brown liair. Her complexion was dark, her cheeks tinged with tiieglow of perfect health. Fler eyes, her principal charm, were brown, large, and wonderfully expressive. lly her side \v:us seatHl a young man, whose strong resemblance to herself showed that some intimate relationship existed between them. He was rather taller than his

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With these words he conducted his patient into a large, oumfortably furnisliod apartment and led him to a lounge, upon which he requested him to rocliue. "Now let us see yvhat can be done for you. 1 shall have to removo your boot. Ah!" :is an involuntary expression of pain escaped the injured man. "I'm •ory sorry, butl roally wouldn't holpit. That's It! Humph! a had sprain, Tm afraid."

A few minutes later, the patient's ankle having been bathed, he uttered a sigh of relief, and exclaimed: "That is much better. 1 am greatly Indebted, sir, to vou and your wire." "lla, ha, li i!" laughed the young man. "I have no wife, my dear sir. Allow me to introduce niys'elfi I am your very liuinhle servant, Henry Walters, by profession a builder of castles in the air, •ml this lady is not my wife bnt my little sister, Alice."

The stranger smiled. "I." said he, "am Ernest Kouwicko. Like yourself. I have wasted many years in castle building, a pleasant but most unprofitable occupation." "Are you a resident of the neighborhood, Mr. Ronwleko?" "No. sir. I have been boarding for the j*ast wee at the inn, a mile or so down the road—tho Hotel, I think it i« called. I have Imi recently recover* ed fnun a severe illness, and have

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slender. His countenance .was decidedly an intellectual one.

Tho horseman whom wo havedoseribcd had been the object or the young girl's attention for some time before ho had become conscious of her presence. '•And here he is, Harry!" sho had oxclaimed when sho lirst caught sight of him. "Hero who is?" inquired her companion, raising liis eye.-t from the pages of ho book which ho had been reading. "Why, the mysterious stranger who ridos past here every ufternoon at about thin hour. Tsn't his appearance very dvilinr/uc?" "Very. Really, my dear sister, you seem so Interested in this stranger that I half suspoct you've fallen in love with him." "Don'tbe ridiculous, Harry," returned tho young girl with a laugh, but coloring slightly', nevertheless. "I wonder who ho is, though. Did you ever see liim bo fore?" "Nover. Since you are so interested in him, however,*! shall certainly endeavor to find out something about him." "You absurd fellow. Ah! ho looks in this direction,- Harry," and the girl turned away her eyes in confusion. "Humph! lie appears quite struck by your beauty, my dear Alice. 1 must congratulate you upon Laving made an impression. Ha! his horse stumblos! He lias fallen!" "lie does not rise! Hois hurt!"

Tho young mun ran down tho graveled pntli, sprang over the low fence, and approached the stranger, who was now endeavoring, but unsuccessfully, to rise. "Lot me insist you, sir!" cried the yaung man. Are you much hurt?" "I havi sprained my ankle, I think," replied the stranger. "If you will kindly givo me your hand that's it," and •tilling an exclamation of pain ho arose to his feel. He would have fallen again had it not been for his companion. "It's my anklo," he said. "How unfortunate*" leaning heavily upon tho young man's aim he approached tho house. "I hope, sir," said tho young girl, who stood upon the piazza, "that you are not soriously injured." "You* are very kind, madam. It's merely a sprain." "I havo some kuowlodgo of medicine," added her brother, as they etitored tho house, "and I trust that shall soon auceaed in making you comfortable."

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stopping in this neighborhood IMKWJSO I can here enjoy the pure country air, have jxrfect quiet, and at the same time bo wiihiu a convenient distance of the tjity." "You do not find the I) Hotel a verv pleasant place of residence, I

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afraid," remarked Walters. "I have beee told that its accommodations are not of the best." "They are of tho most primitive de•oription,** replied Renwicicp. "I havo been quite disappointed in the place. I •was intending to return to the city tomorrow, but this unlucky accident I fear will detain me at the hotel a while long-T." •'At the hotel! Nothing »f the sort, tnv dear sir. Yo will remaih here. WoSran make you.u»mforUok\ I thin* .** "You aro very kind, Mr. Walters, but 1 a&mre. you could not think of troapWinir "And X'assure you, Mr. Renwicke," laugho the young man. "that I could aot fof ^Cu^tan think of allowing you use in your present eontfitwa. £fou ruber, vou are under my profc!^iw3«iV-eare. and must follow my ginfc*!ions to the letter. My reputation is a phyrfolan is at stake, and I cannot permit you to be moved for a week at the very least/' '*H«t "Thwo are no but* iu the matter, my

dear sir. I will send at once to tho hotel for your- baggage." "I suppose must submit, Doctor," said Renwieke, with a smile, "but I do so under protest, for I am afraid I shall be a very troublesome patient." "Protest as much as you like," Walters laughed, gaily. "I assure you icke.

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collar. Hia faeo was very pale, and wore a serious, almost worrowful expression. His eyes were fixed upon the ground. Ho was ovidently lmried in thought.

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Renwieke, your presence here is quite a godsend it is inaeed. Alice and I are the sole occupants of this house—our old family homestead—with the exception of Irs. Rrown, our deaf old housekeeper. We see very little of the world and are heartily tired of each other companv. Kb, Alice?"

Hpeakfor yourself, Harry," replied young girl, with an arch smile. "I see so little of my brother, sir," she added, turning to iClr. Renwieke, "that I cannot echo his complaint. He_spends the greater part of the day in his work room, leaving mo to amuse myself best I can." "You see, Mr. Renwieke," explained Walters, "lam an inventor. I have a room on tho upper floor of this house, where, as my sister says, I spend a great deal of my time. I should like to have you examine some of my inventions and give your opinion of them that is, if you are interested in that sort of thing. I own dozens of patents, for I have spent my whole life in this kind of work but somehow or other I have never succeeded in converting the world to my own opinion of my inventivo talents. A hundred times I have been certain that a fortune was within my grasp, but the fickle goddess has always managed to evade me. Still I labor on, though lam now half inclined to believe that my friends' estimate of me is a just one and that lam, after all, only a visionary enthusiast,—a builder of *aatles in the r."

While the young man was sneaking, Mr. Renwieke noticed that Miss Walters' face assumed an expression of sadness. Her brother observed it, too, and hastened to change tho subject of conversation. "Come," he said, "we are annoying Mr. Renwieke. He wants quiet and he ought to have it." *1 must see Mrs. Brown about tea," said the young girl "it is nearly six o'clock. Perhaps, sir," sho added, turning as sho was about to leave the room, and addressing Renwieke, "you would like to communicate the news of your accident to your friends. Hhall I send you writing materials?"

An expression of deep melancholy swept over the stranger's face 'Friends!" he said no friends."

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"No friends?" exclaimed Walters, involuntarily. "No, not one." "Never say that again," cried the impulsive young man, stepping forward and graspiug the strangers band. "I like you, Mr. Renwieke. I will be your friend."

Ronwieke was evidently moved. "1 accept vour proffered friendship gladly," he said, "for I believe that you are one of nature's own noblemen, and that you will prove true to me. The story of my life is but one long record of blasted hopes, broken vows, and misplaced friendships. I have almost grown to be a cynic, but in spite of myself your words inspire me with confidence. I believe yon to lie a true man, and I will trust vou."

CHAPTER V.

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Nearly a fortnight had passed, and still Renwieke lingered at tho home of his now friends, Henry and Alice Walters. lie had nearly recovered from the effects of his aecidont, his injuries having proved less serious than had been at first feared. Several timos lie had proposed returning to Now York, but his hospitablo friends had positively refused to allow him to go, and ho, nothing lotlj. had yielded to their entreaties.

Renwieke had become strangely attached to the brother and sistor. Both were so young,

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enced in the ways of the world, that they had a poculiar fascination for the cynical world wise man, who looked forward with dread to tho hour of their parting, which, he knew must soon come.

He had not been in the house tyventyfour hours before brother and siHter had confided the simple story of their lives to him. Their parents haH both perished at sea five years before, leaving them the little home in which they lived together. Their income, though moderate, was sufficient to support them in comfort, and they were happy and contented in oach other's society.

Renwieke was pleased and touched by their confidence, but he did not return it. "My past life," ho told them, "is so full of painful experiences, of disappointments, wrotchodnoas. and sorrow, that a knowledge of it would give you no pleasure and to detail its events would cause mo the keenest pain. I would gladly forget it if 1 could. •'Let us help you to do so," said Walters. "May your future bo so bright as to banish all 'memory of the past."

Renwieke sighed heavily and made no reply. The days rolled by until more than a fortnight had passed, and still Renwieke remained at tho Walters homestead. "Mr. Renwieke." said Alice, entering the room where tier guest was seated alone one morning, "I have a question to ask you. Will you answer it frankly and truthfully?" "I certainly will if it is in my power to do so," replied Renwieke, surprised by the unusual gravity of her manner. "It is in your power,'' said Alice Walters. "Sir*" she continued, "my brother has shown you his models, he has explained his various inventions to you. Vou havo examined them and must have formed an opinion upon them. Will yon tell me what that opinion is?"

Renwieke hesitated, somewhat embarrassed. "Iain an inexperienced girl," added Alice, "and I am not able to form a just opinion upon the subject. I believe 1 larry to t»e talented, but I havo some1 times feared that his enthusiasm was running away with his judgment. Now, Mr. Renwieke, I ask you for you candid opinion upon the value of my brother's inventions—I mean their money value. Is it probable, even possible, that he will ever, as he expects, realize a fortune from them?" "It is possible, but not probable." said Renwieke. "I have answered you frankly, Miss Alice." "I thank you for It."

Your brother," resumed Renwieke, "possefwes talents of a very high order, there can lie no question about that but, unfortuuately, like most geniuses, he is not a practical man, and in my opinion his iuvoutions have no practical value. Mome of them, I think, If perfected and placed in the hands of a shrewd, matter-of-fact busine***4 man might be utilised." "Harry vw^rfcanguine of future success." "T." ^iuguine. He deceive* himself,

I have told him." "I am very glad that you have answered me so frankly, Mr. Renwieke, but very sorry that your opinion does not coincide with Harry's. I do not question the correctness of your judgment

Involuntarily an agonized cry sprang to Alice Walters' lips, and she reeled and would have fallen had not Renwieke caught her in his arms. For a minute he hold her to his heart and

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indeed, I believe vou to be in the right. But if poor Harry's expectations are none of them realized I do not know what will become of us."

Renwieke was considerably startled by these words, and the manner in which they were uttered. "What do vou mean?"

After a little maidenly hesitation, Alice replied "You are our friend, our true friend, I believe, and I will tell you. To enable Harry to continue his experiments this house was mortgaged several years ago. Harry expected then to realize a fortune within a few weeks, and I shared his belief. The money was long ago expended, and still my brother's hopes are hot realized. The mortgage expires in a few weeks, and if the money is not forthcoming we shall be homeless, almost pejiniless." ii'Who holds the mortgage?" "Mr. Ralph Ellington, of New York, an old friend of our family," "Ellington 1" "Ralph Ellington. Do you know him?" "Only by reputation. But he, an old friend, would not foreclose the mort

fear he will. He has recently sent us several letters on tho subject, from which, though he lias not so many words, stated his intention to foreclose, we fear that he means to do so."

Renwick suddenly seized her hand. "Miss Walters, Alice," ho cried in impassioned accents, "would that I could give you a homo, where I might be ever near you, a home which, lighted by your sweet face, would be to me a heaven ind66(i I"

The girl turned pale, but did not withdraw her hand. "Mr. Renwick—Ernest!" she stammered, raising her eyes to his.

For a time he sat gazing into her beautiful face as if spellbound. Then his whole aspect changed. He relinquished her hand and sprang to his feet, his face deathly pale, his features convulsed by some inexplicable emotion. "Not another word, Alice," he cried in an altered voice. I have no right to say to you what I have said, you have no right to listen." "What do you mean gasped the girl. "You frighten me!" "For a moment I forgot myself," resumed Renwieke, "and confessed my secret. Alas, such happiness is not for me. If, indeed, it is possible that you love me, tear that love from your heart and forget me, as I—as I shall try to forget you. It would have been far better had we never met but we will part at once. I Avill leave this house, the scene of the happiest hours I have ever known, to-day, and we had better never meet again."'

a kiss upon her pale forehead.

hen she tore herself from his arms, and with one fleeting glance at his face, ran from the room. "Fool, fool that I was !"muttered Renwieke bitterly, as he sank into a chair and buried liis face in his hands. "I thought I had schooled myself to silence."

When, ten minutes later, Harry Walters entered tho room, Renwieke had partially recovered his composure.

Walters held an open letter in his hand. There was an expression of anxiety upon liis usually smiling face. "An, Renwickfi, you here?" he exclaimed. "You seem agitated. Are you not feeling well "As well as usual," was the reply, "but you seem troubled. Is anything wrong?" "I've received bad news. The writer of this letter, Mr. Ellington, of New York, holds a mortgage on this house and is pushing me for money. But," he added, Brightening up suddenly, "after all I ought not to repine. There's a sure fortune in my electric motor, enough to pay these few paltry thousands twenty times over." "You're the most hopeful fellow living," exclaimed Renwieke. "Have I not reason to be?" asked the voung man, earnestly. "But, I say, kenwicke," he added abruptly. "Ellington tells me hero that he is looking for a tutor for his son, a boy seven or eight years old, and asks me if I know of a suitable person. Perhaps you can recommend me to some one, some old college chum "I will take the position myself, if I can obtain it," interrupted Renwieke. "You?" interrogated Walters in surprise. "Certainly. Will you recommend me to your friend

of course but I had no idea

you would accept such a position." "I shall lie glad to get it. I have been idle too long." "I will write to Ellington at once. I've not tho slightest doubt that he will jump at tho chance of getting a man like you as a tutor for his man. But I assure you the place is no sinecure."

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will visit him at once." Of course I will do so if you wish but lot me ask you to reconsider your determination. For a man of your talents to bury himself in this way is really too bad." "You are wrong, Harry," said Renwieke with peculiar earnestness. "I havo been buried too long already, but to life. No,

This afternoon Ernest Renwieke left the house where had spent so many happy hours, and with a heavy heart turned his face toward the city. He had. not seen Aliee since their interview that' morning. "We may never meet again," ho murmured as he cast one long lingering glance at the old homestead, "probably we shall. Ob, Alice, Alice, it was acruel fate that brought you and I together. Why did we not meet before it was too late, or if that conld not be, why were we fated to meet at all

CHAPTER VI.

HER EVIL GENIUS.

"You're looking pale this morning, my dear Mrs. liranston," exclaimed Ralph Ellington, entering the drawing mom where his g.iest was seated, one morning two days after the events detailed in our lasteharter.

Are you well?" *. **1* "I km nervous, absurdly nervous,w was the reply, "ever since that morning, three weeks ago, when

She paused, and an involuntary shudder convulsed her slight frame. "When you were called upon to identify the remains of your late highly esteemed husband," finished Ellington.

Is that what you would say "Yea, yes. Ever since* that awful morning his white, ghastly face has seemed constantly before me. Oh, it was a horrible sight." "Thisis folly!" exclaimed Ellingtoh. "Instead of indulging in such fancies you ought to be thinking of the bright future before you. Why, you are the luckiest woman in Now York. Branston ban been effectually removed from

your path, you are his heiress "His heiress," interrupted the woman with a bitter laugh. "Certainly," rejoined Ellington. "His property, to be sure, is but a small one, but it is worth a few thousands. That farm in Pennsylvania "I would gladly dispose of it on any terms. I never want to see the place." "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Ellington. "You are evidently not a woman of business, Mrs. Branston. I have sent a man on to Pennsylvania to examine the farm. I expect him back to-day, and if he reports favorably I may take it off your hands." "I shall be very.glad to sell it. I told you, I think, that a lawyer, one Mr. Raw

hear of it. Rawson is a shrewd fellow. You'd better not sell to him. Wait until my man returns." "I assure you," said Mrs. Branston, "that I shall take the very first opportunity that presents itself of ridding myself of this farm. I will accept the first reasonable offer for it that 1 receive, and I confess that I will draw a long sigh of relief when it ceases to be my property." '•Really, I believe you are superstitious about that farm." "I am, and about everything that belonged to him." "You're absurdly nervous, my dear madam," laughed Ellington. "However, let us change the subject. I think we may congratulate ourselves that the marriage between Ashton and my ward, so much dreaded by both of us will never take place." "It never will," cried the woman, a faint flush relieving the pallor of her cheek. "I have won back his love, and I will take care not to lose it again." "Has he confessed his passion "Not in words, but does not every look and every gesture declare it?" "Blanche feels her position keenly, but she is too proud a girl to give any outward indications of her feelings." "Ah! to my eyes she betrays tho agony she is suffering in a thousand ways. I know from bitter experience the misery of a hopeless love." "Blanche and Ashton have not once met each other alone since your arrival here, if we except their short interview on the morning of his return from the West," remarked Ellington. "True, Blanche studiously absents herself from the room whenever he is present. But notwithstanding this they would have been alone together several times had it not been for a little skillful maneuvering on my part. I don't wish to give them any opportunity for a reconciliation." "Why, have you so littlo confidence in the strength of his love for you that you think sho could win him back?" "I do not deceive myself as to the nature of my power over him. I know that I possess a subtle magnetism by which I have fascinated him as a snake fascinates a bird. While he is by my side my influence over him is almost unlimited. But he has loved her. and I confess that I fear the results of a meeting betweeen them." "You need net. Blanche is a girl of spirit Ashton has cast her love, and she would not listen to him if he should attempt a reconciliation. Besides, I think you underestimate the strength of his affection for you." "I liopo that you are right. But if, after all, she should win him back "Then wo will have recourse to the one alternative of which we have spoken. But," consulting his watch, "I havo an appointment in the library with Renwieke, who is probably awaiting my arrival even now. By the way, how do you like my new tutor?" "Not at all. There is something in the man, I know not what, at which I instinctively recoil. His very glance makes me shudder. Mr. Ellington, I am half inclined to believe that this Renwieke is my evil genius. I feel a strange, inexplicable fear of the man. and 1 heartily wish we had never met." "Ha, ha, ha!" cried Ellington. "My dear madam, you are ridiculously superstitious. Your evil genius! Ha, ha, na 1 I assure you that Renwieke is the quietest, most harmless fellow living. He is wedded to his books, and I'll warrant never bestows a thought upon you. Accept my advice, Mrs. B., order the carriage and take a ride down Broadway. I can recommend that as an excellent cure for the blues, from which complaint you are evidently suffering."

So saying Ellington left the room, and Mrs. Branston proceeded to her own apartment.

A few minutes later a servant brought her a card, saying as he handed it to her: "Tito gentleman in waiting is in the reception room, madam." "I will see him at once," replied Mrs. Branston, glancing at the card, which bore the name "Samuel R. Rawson." "It is the lawyer who wishes to purchase the farm. Ho shall have it at hia. own price," she muttered, as she descended the wide, oaken staircase.

In the reception room sho found two men awaiting her. One was the lawyer who had visited her on the previous day. a large, portly man with an evident sense of his own importance the other, a little old man, dressed in a seedy suit of black, whom the lawyer did not think it worth his whise to introduce. Both arose as Mrs. Branston entered, and bowed. "You rememler me, madam," said Mr. Rawson. "I called yesterday to open negotiations on behalf of a client for a certain farm in Pennsylvania owned by you. You signified your willingness to sell, which fact I communicated to my client, who has instructed me to offer you five thousand dollars for the property." "Iaccept the offer said Mrs. Branston. "Very well, madam here are all tho necessary papers. Shall I read you the deed?" "No," cried Mrs. Branston, impatiently. "I am satisfied that it is ail right. Your reputation is not unknown to me, Mr. Rawson."

The lawyer acknowledged the implied compliment by a bow. "I know that ladies do not generally eare to be troubled with legal formalities," he said, "and fortunately we can settle this business veiy quickly."

And very quickly did they settle it. In less than five minuces Mrs. Branston had signed her name to the deed, the little old man in black had signed his name, the money had been paid, and the lawyer and his companion had bowed themselves out.

They had scarcely taken their departure wnen Ernest Renwieke, whom Mr. Ellington had engaged as his son's tutor, entered the room. As his eyes rested upon Mrs. Branston he bowed profoundly. "You are, I think, madam, fthe widow of Robert Branatonr' he asked. "I am," she replied as she turned to leave the room. "I beg your pardon," said Renwieke. "May I detain you a moment?" "I have but a moment to spare," said Mis. Branston, pausing ujpm tho threshold. "What do you wish?" "Merely to make a few inquiries. Robert Branston was my friend, madam.

"Well?" "I am naturally interested in his fate, and wish to ask you a few particulars of his death." "The subject is a painful one—" began Mrs. Branston. "Naturally," said Renwieke, looking at her with gravo, immovable features. "He was drowned, I believe?" "He was."J "Allow me to ask, was his death a purely accidental one?" "What do you mean?" cried Mrs. Branston, her face growing very pale. "Is not my meaning plain? But you seem to be agitated, madam. Are you ill?" "It is nothing. My husband's death was the result of an accident." "Ah! I had not been informed upon that point. Has his body been recovered?" "It was washed ashore near Newport about a fortnight ago." "Poor Branston! his was a ?nd fate. I thank you, madam, for the information you have given me,. though I am sorry to have caused you so much pain. Your agitation attests your devotion to your late husband."

With these words Renwieko bowed and left the room. "Why do I fear this man so?" muttered tho woman, with pale and trembling lips. "There was nothing in his words or his manner to arouse so terriblo a suspicion, but as he looked into my eyes I felt as if ho know my guilt.y secret and was mutely accusing mo of my sin. Oh! what a coward conscience hiis mado of me, for even I have a conscience. Shall I never forgot that dreadful night? Will the memory of that white, upturned face never leave me?"

At this momont Ellington ontored the room, his manner betraying considerable mental excitement. "Mrs. Brhnston," ho said, "my man has returned from Pennsylvania, and his report of the farm is so favorable that I have concluded to mako you nil offer for it." "You are too late," interposed Mrs. Branston. "I have sold tho place." "Sold it!" gasped Ellington, sinking into a chair. "Yes, to Mr. Rawson, or rather to a client of his for whom ho was acting, not half an hour ago." "And what did you receive for it?" "Five thousand dollars." "Then, Mrs, Branston, you have let the best chance that ever a woman had slip through your fingers." "What do you mean?" "Simply that that farm is situated in the midst of the oil region, and that if you had not disposed of it you would now be one of the richest women in America. It is undoubtedly the most valuable piece of property in the State. Who is this client of Rawson'a who has purchased it?" "I do not know. I did not ask his name." "My dear madam, you are a lady for whose talents I entertain tho profoundest respect, but you have not tho slightest knowledge of business matters. Well, whoever the purchaser may bo he is decidedly the luckiest man of his day, for he has secured an almost unlimited fortune for a mere song." jM', [TO BK CONTINUED.]

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"or single. oM V/r!H7raiigriK-.r-r!i^ from poorb—1th or lacgaUhKiag on a rely on O ptl Bitters.

on

Wboever yovsue. whenever yon feet that your «T*ctajj needs cJeaasto?, too-' ice otwilitcntUiiKc.'c ilin j, I take Hop Blttoro*

a bed of sick-

Tbow ods die aanscllyfroci soma Ifo.-aiof Kldnev f&Kwee thht

nJr.ht

Lj'o l/-fl frrevontcd Lby* tf .Mcly r.joof

HopBitter* S339BS0

D. I. C. •a

HOP

slid |r iJtolleear* for raafcenoss, 'u of opium, tobacco,or LuLTootkaa.

NEVER

•ave/our lf«. It ha* and Hun* drttds.

FAIL

MP

4^- T.

Kxtcrnul

Kemedy. A trial entails but tho comparatlroljr triflioft outlay of 50 Centa. ivntl firory

OIIU

suffer­

ing with pain can havo cheap anil positive prt*f of its claims. Directions in Eleven Lnnguagns. SOLD BY ALL DBUG&I8T8 AND DEALERS

IN MEDICINE.

A. VOGELKR CO., Haiti''v, N1., I *. .'i. I.

BITTERS

A Compound Tincture of the most valuable romedles known to the medical profession, propared upon strlotly pharmaceutical principles*

tho

An oiperienoo of tvrenty-llvo yoars prove* It to bo sroatost Antidote to Malaria and all other Agua influonoes known to the world.

lions of tbo Throat anil Lnnsn, it is tqually efficacious, while ns a remedy lor complaints peculiar to tho fotnole tox it has no oquaL

NOT A BEVERAGE

But tui old reliable Household Itcmedy, thoroughly adapted to assist ncturo. It supplies tono the stomach, reinvicomtes tho digestive organs, stimulate is the socretions, and pro. motintf a rogular action of tho bowels, enables overy oram of the body to perform its allotted work regularly and without interruption.

Its highest commendations coma from those who have used it longest and known it bcsU Nowhoro so popular as in Lancaster, PA.,where It hns 1mh4i in uso for moro than a Quarter of a enntunr.

Jliaiiiy commended as a General Tonfo and Apputizcr. Sold by Druggists everywhere. THE MESSENGER OF HEALTH A large sized paper descriptive of disease, its origin and earn, will bo mailed flreo to any address oo application to

THE MISHLEIt HERB BITTER8 CO. Lancaster, Pa. SW" Wo strongly reoommand to mothors Prof. Parker's Plcasnnt Worm Syrnp. It never falls, is easy to tako, and no tor-physio is required. Frio* 86 coats.

BfPORTAIVT TO

JtfESSMEN

rjpHE SATURDAY

ELL IT IN THIS CITY,

A GENTS SELL THE MAIL IN

S

IXTY SURROUNDING TOWNS.

EDITIONS EACH WEEK,

CHARGE ONLY FOR BOTH.

1

\UE MAIL IS THE

EST MEDIUM

OR ADVERTISERS.

ECAUSE

'TIS A PAPER

OR THE HOUSEHOLD.

rjlWENTY THOU8AND READERS.

Taking Horace Greeley'* estimate of the number of readeijp to a family—on an average—every issue of the SATURDAY EVENING MAIL is perused by over Twertv Thousand P*cr!*

w.

H. BROWN,

Dealer and Shipper In

Hogs, Cattle and Sheep.

paid for Hogs, Cattle and Sheep all

the year ronnd, Office on Fourth street, one door sooth oi Henderson Hoa«e. atock yard* one mile southeast of city.

I have erected scale* and feed pens, and respectfully soJlcit the patron ago of all honorable farmers, shippers atd butchers,

I will boy all yon have to sell and sell anything 1 own. Pay cash on delivery, an ever, and sell In the same way.

Batcher Stuff always on hand# No thieves or legal advlaers wanted. W. H. BROWN.

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