Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 31, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 29 January 1881 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, JAN. 29, 1881

THE LITTLE SHOES.

Laughing and humming an idleair, I drew the drawer'* contents aside Trifles of old days I scattered there,

And papers In baste untied.

Struck, as it were, by a random shot, I felt an old wound bleed anew Carelessly seeking I know not what,

I came on a little shoe.

Memory flashed on me sadly sweet Rang out the menr laugh of yore Echoed the beat of those tiny feet

That pattered along the floor.

Chubby round face, so demure and wise, Shone out with brow so angel fair Dreamy reflection of hare-bell eyes,

And halo of golden hair.

Pet names, and Jokes of her infant play, Struck on the heart with a sudden blow Life In the morn of one dreadful day.

And death ere the the sun was low!

Poor little relic! brief hour of sport! What shame on me if tears will Springtime of babyhood, oh, how short!

fall?

This poor little shoe—how small!

The Novelist.

Wheel of Fortune

—OR,—

THE LOST HEIRESS.

A STORY OF HEARTS AND HOMES.

UY A PRIVATE DETECTIVE.

CHAPTER I.

PLAYING FOR HIGH STAKES. Cincinnati at midnight. From out of a West Fourth street mansion a man hurried, well screened against the tempest by abundant wrappings. Upon reaching the street, he pulled the collar of his overcoat up to his ears, and, by making his fur cap meet it, covered all exposed parts. Warm fur gloves upon his hands, coming half-way up to the elbows, kept them comfortable.

At a glance it was evident that the tall man was wealthy, and could well afford to dress comfortably and in style.

It was a terribly cold night. The thermometer could not be far from zero, and was falling lower with each passing hour. Whistling and moaning, the keen wind came around the corners, blowing with great violence. The snow was flj'ing hither and thither, and, as the elements swept the open street with more force tlia upon the pavement, the former was therefore more destitute of snow than the latter.

Noticing this, the man stepped out into the middle of tho street and walked onward with a firm tread.

Not a single person did the midnight pedestrian meet. On any other night, at this hour, he might have meta dozen policemen, but on this the "guardians of the pcaco" were invisible. Where they had disappeared to no one could tell. The faithful mon were not slumlering on duty, that was sure, for no man could sloepor stand still out in such in ten so cold.

A night like this is just suited for crime, and on such a one many a black deed is done in the "Quoen City of the West."

After walking briskly on for about ten minutes, the man came to the postofflce, at tho corner of Vine street, which is almost undistinguishablo beneath tho heavy fall of snow.

The gas lamps did not give much light, for the wind blew so hard at times as to nearly extinguish' thom.

Turning sharply to the right, the man rounded the corner and went down Main street, heading for the river.

IIo at length cayie to where tho street merged into tho open space used as a public landing. Behind him was tho vast city, now so silent, while in front a sea of darkness.

No eye could dlscovor the Kentucky shore, "but sometimes, when tho snow came down less heavily, a few twinkliug lights across the river'indicated the spot where Covington was situated, whilo those further up were made by the men on the coal barges at tho mouth of the Licking.

All night long when it is dark, fires in swinging braziers are kept up on these luirges to point out their position to passing steamers. Was it not for this, thero would be a great deal of danger in traveling on a steamboat during a dark night, for, between Central Avenue and tho ferry at the foot of Fifth street, the shore is'treblv lined with barges, and the current sets in strong toward them.

As ho reached the landing, the tall man stopped, utul, for a minute, looked upon the black, gloomy scene in front of him. Then he slowly went down to the landing, taking care of his footsteps, for the levee was slanting and slippery.

Soon, bv the intense darkness just before him and the "swish" of water, he knew that he was close to the edge of tho fiver. Here he stopped still, and. shading his eyes with his warmly gloved hand in order to keep away tho snowliakes. he took a long and steady look in front and on each side of him.

As he descended the levee, he had gone to the left, and now, iust to one slue of him and partly in tho water, was the and id pier of suspension bridge which at tho time

him huge, solid pier of the world-renowned

•we

speak

was in process of building.

Just lelo\v the pier, at the foot of Vine street, were two large steamers, the outlines of which he could hardly disting«ish, so well were they blended with the general atmosphere.

Turning abruptlv to the right, he walked along the edge of the water until ho was but a little distance above the bridge pier. Here directly in front of him, was a wharf boat, but there was no steamer alongside of it on this night. In a few seconds the man had found, and was walking up the broad plank or wav which led from tho shore to tlie boat. ...

He stepped upon the latter, and evidently, expected to meet someone there, but tff so. be was disappointed. There seemed to lie no one on the boat but himself, After becoming satisfied as to this, tl»e man stood In the shelter of the cabin and waited. '•It's too bad, if I miss him after all. Fool that I was to go to sleep in my chair. We were to meet at twelve, and here I come a good half-hour late. No doubt he has waited until tired and then gone, thinking I was not coming. What a chance I haw lost of showing him how Ned Courtnev can strike. "'TIS just "the night to get rid of an enemy, nnd, bv my life, I am the man to do It, The fool takes me for a gentleman, too, one who would scorn to do anv real criminal deed. I'd like to improve this splendid opportunity, and try mv hand at Aha! that sounds something like business."

The soliloquy of the man was brought to an abrupt close by the crunching sound of

way.

approaching footsteps, ne was walking up the gang­

Some one

I Was the new comer the one he expected to see or not? This question^ which he mentally asked himself, did not remain long unanswered, for the new comer, as he stepped upon the boat, uttered a long, tremulous whistle. It was a preconcerted signal between the two, and the tall man answered it by walking forward. "That you, Courtney?" asked the newcomer. "Yes and I had begun to think you were not coming, Milton. I'm not sorry you're here, for you may be sure it wasn't very pleasant standing in the storm," said Courtney. "Tnat's a fact, and I'm sorry. Pressing business detuned me, and yet I had hopes of getting here nearly on time.

Have you been waiting long?" asked Milton. "About half an hour," replied Courtney, in an off handed manner "but we must proceed to business. You wrote me in full to-day, asking for a secret meeting, and giving good reasons. I appointed this place ana time. You have papers which, if true ones, will ruin me in court. You set your price on them. Now, of course, I wish to see those papers. Have you them here?" "I have, replied Milton. "Then let me glance at them," said the other." "Why, man alive!" exclaimed Milton, in an astonished manner "you couldn't see the outline of them to-night." "I am all prepared for that. Come around here where the wind doesn't blow so strongly, and where no chance person can see us."

As Courtney spoke, he led the way around the house that was on the wharf boat, and in a short time the two were standing on that part of the boat facing the Kentucky shore, and with the building directly behind them. "I have a lantern, and no one can see it here when lighted," said Courtney, and, as he spoke, he pulled out the article in question and proceeded to ignite it "Now, Milton, let us see the papers you boast of having. Ten to one they amount to nothing," added Courtney, shading the small lantern from the heavy wind with his overcoat.

Slowly putting his hand into an inside picket, the other drew out several papers. These he held tightly in his hand near, the lantern, while the other man leaned over and read them.

His face blanched to a deadly hue as he perused the documents, and yet with a great effort, he controlled his feelings. "They are forgeries!" he exclaimed, in a hoarse whisper. "That remains to be proved in court," said Milton, quietly, and, as Ire spoke, a leam of conscious power came into his ace.

The tall man was completely in his hands, and both of them were #ell aware of the fact.

Deeply buried in thought, Courtney stood silent for a few minutes while Frank folded the two precious documents up and put them safely in an inside pocket of nis coat.

At length the man who held tho lantern suddenly aroused himself from his reverie and spoke. "You mentioned no price in your letter. By the way, I suppose you received my answer all right," said ne.

I did, this afternoon," answered Milton. "And you let no one see it?" questioned Courtney.

Not a sonl saw it beside myself," replied the other. "Well, now about tho price for those two bits of paper. Come, now, be reasonable. I'll give you five thousand for them. How do you stand on that?" said Courtnev.

Not at alf," replied Milton, buttoning up his coat. "Well, put it at ten, then. That's a terrible sum to give away for a few pieces of paper," said Courtney. "And yet these little pieces of paper would take every cent awav were I to show them in court," replied Milton. 'Well, what's the price? Come, speak quickly, for I've got other business tonight!'"' exclaimed Courtney, testily.

I'll tell you what I want for them, Courtney. "I'm playing a rough game now, but the stakes are high. I want one hundred thousand dollars for these papers," said Milton, coolly.

When he heard this the other staggered back. "You are plaving too high a hand enrely, Frank Milton. Why, man alive, that's a third of all I own. Besides, look here those papers prove that my wealth is not my own. Thore is an heiress to Courtney Manor. Now, Milton, you, as a lawyer, ought to have more sense. That heiress is missing. The wealth is, therefore, mine by law until she is found. You might as well throw them to the winds, for they are perfectly useless," said Courtney, a smile of grim pleasure coming upon his face. "Not a bit of it," Milten quietly made reply. "Why not? You will only mako a small scandal bv showing them in court, and do yourself no good."

The missing heiress is found!" It is false!" gasped Courtney, quickly, but he looked keenly at his companion's face, as though he could see the truth written thore. "You did not seem to think so a moment since when you offered me ten thousand for the papers. That would be a rather steep price for documents that were waste paper. If you think I am deceiving you, then let the matter rest as it is, and before the week is out, the heiress of Courtney Manor shall no longer be missing. She is in the city and convenient," and Frank Milton smiled in the other's face. "She may be in the city, but you haven't found her," said Courtney. "That is my business alone. On this score vou can rest easy. You cannot find her," said Milton. "Oh! I can't, eh? Well, I know a little about this business myself more than vou suspicion. But you mentioned in Vour letter that the Rev. 0. A. Hillard lives in Covington. Is is so?" asked Courtney. "Yes. He was a pastor in Dayton when the ceremony waspreformed, but has since been called to Covington. Why do you inquire? You surely do not contemplate going across to-night?" asked Frank Milton, in a surprised tone. "I most certainly do. I've embarked in this business now, and I don't intend dropping it until it is finished. Come, let us start f*r the ferry," .said Courtney, extinguishing his lantern.

It was a model pocket lantern, and after putting it out, Courtney closed it up until it resembled a book, and then stowed it away in his overcoat.

Starting off,* the two men reached the gang way, and walking carefully down, they at length stood on the landing. Then, arm-in-arm, they made their way along the white levee to where the ferry had its wharf.

CHAPTER II. THE LOSING HAND.

Upon arriving at the ferry, the two men found that the boat bad stopped running. It was now after one o'clock, and theboat bad been lying at the wharf for an hour or more.

The snow was falling very lightly, and as the clouds pave promise of breaking,

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Courtney, after a minute's thought, said he had resolved to'cross at once and have the business over.

But how to get across was the question? After a few minutes conversation with the night watchman (during which time Courtney kept£his face half-concealed), the latter said that he would lend them a row boat adding, that Milton, who he appeared to know quite well, must have some very important business in Covington to cross the river on such a night as this.

The skiff which he purposed lending them was fastened by a strong chain to the lower end of the wharf.

Leading the way, the night watchman held his lantern down and let them take a look at it.

As they liked its appearance, he entered the house that was on the wharf and returned with a brush and two pair of oars, Leaping down into the boat, he cleaned the snow off from the seats.

Courtnev and Milton entered £he lrail craft, and then the night watchman dropped the chain.

He looked curiouslv at the tall comrade of Milton, but hfs face was almost completely hidden, and the watchman could only see a pair of flashing eyes, that alway* met his own.

As Courtney sprang from the wharf into tir? boat "he put his lefthand, which was ungloved, upon the edge of the former to assist him. Something bright flash on one of his fingers in the light of the watchman'}} lantern, and at a glance, the latter saw a cudpii ring upon the finger of the muffled man. "Bedad. an' I'll know ye now. That's a signet ring, or else Barney Murphy is badly mistasen," muttered the watchman, as he stood upon the wharf listening to the rapidly decreasing sound of oars working in their r'ow-locks.

Somehow the muffled man with Milton had not impressed him favorably, and for a time, he remained there, listeni ng and talking to himself. Courtney had entered the boat first, and seated himself in the stern from the fact of his not offering to help Frank concluded that he knew not how to row.

The young lawyer took his seat and let the boat lloat down for a few feet, until by the light of the night watchman's lantern, lie saw that he was clear of the ferry-boat then, turning the skiff, he began using the oars with a dexterity ana grace that proved at once his knowledge of the river, aud that he was an experienced boatman.

Meanwhile, Courtney had taken up one of the unused pair and was idly playing with it. There was a fierce, unnatural gleam in his eyes, which would have startled Frank could he have seen it but Jthis was imposible, as the other kept his face well eoncealea.

Just as they startled out the snow stopped falling, the clouds begining to show long rents, like some white plain, crossed here and there with dark chasms.

The moon was out, and though neither of the men could see the blanks of the river, yet their own outlines were distinctly visible to each other.

At this time of the year (near the end of February) the river was running high, for the spring rise was coming on.

Up toward Pittsburg, the weather had been warm, and the river rising steadily, for several days past, as the snow on the mountains melted and ran down into the channel. This severo weather would freeze everything up again, however, in a short time.

As Frank had often rowed upon the great Ohio, he kept the bow of the boat up stream, and used his muscle and knowledge to such an advantage that the skiff hardly lost a foot by reason of the current.

Under the influence of Milton's bold, strong strokes the boat cut through the water, and in a few minutes was a third of the way across.

All this time not a -tford had been spoken by either one of them. Frank seemed too busily engaged to open a conversation, and his companion was deeply buried in thought.

At length Courtney Droke the silence. "I say, Milton, how long have you had those papers?" "About two weeks," replied Frank, shortly. "Two weeks! and you never mentioned the fact to me until a day or two ago. You've bad them quite a time. What was your reason for maintaining such a strict silence?" asked Courtney. "Wasn't sure wanted to be before I showed 'em to you," was the reply. "And you are sure now?" "Yes," returned Frank, who chose to answer his companion's questions in monosyllables when he possibly could, and thus save his breath for the rough work that was before him.

Your plan, as I understand it, is this If I pay you the hundred thousand, and a deucea sum it is, you will deliver those papers over to me and that is the end of it. If I choose to resist, then you produce the heiress and your proofs, and take all of my fortune away. I acknowledge that, i/lhcse papers are real, then I am lost. The trouble, however, lies in their genuineness. If they ore forgeries, as I believe, then you are booked, head and heels, for the State's prison. I suppose you are aware of the risk you run?"

Frank answered with a laugh. "I am a lawyer, and know the penalty of forgery even betler than yon ao. If I can't convince you, the minister will," he said.

Look here Milton, don't you know that you're playing too high a hand entirelv. The Goddess of Luck changes, though the game appears to be in your favor new. You have no pity for me, and I tell you I will show you non Come, now, lower your price.

and I tell you I will show you no me^y.

twenty thousand, and it shall be yours to-morrow." A sneer came upon Franks handsome face, and as Courtney begged, a smile of triumph followed it. "I can't do it. As I told you once before to-night I'm playing for high stakes, and in the end I'm sure of winning. It is my turn to dpal, yours to to take the cards I chose to throw to you," said Frank, working harder than ever at the oars, as they were now near the center of the flooded river, and the full force of the current began to make itself felt. "But why have yon this enmity against me?" asked Courtney. "You don't rguiember, but I do. We are both alone in the world neither have father, mother, sister, orjbrother. Ten vears ago, my mother ana I were thrust out or a stately residence which was bv right our own, because a man claiming to be an uncle produced a will In his favor. "Left to starve in the streets by the heartless fiend who had managed to steal our own from us, we sought aid from the passers-by. For some time we managed to live, out winter came on. Mv mother lay in an old shed dying, and I knew that hunger was the cause of it all. Though but a boy, I went for aid and told my story to the first passerby I met, but be pushed me rudelv to one side, and called me a beggar. Had

delibly stamped on my memory. facc KXM your*

"When I at length found a kindhearted man it was too late—my mother was dead. This man, a detective, Dick Sharplev by name, raised me up to what I am.

I

have that villainous uncle, so

called, in my power now, and 'will soon punish him as he deserves. He is an linposter, and, besides this, he murdered a man years ago in England, The wealth ho owns will soon be mine. I swore vengeance on you, and resolved to hunt you down wiOi the other, and hiyre been on the loolc out for a chance ever since. This is my first blow."

Frank was excited and spoke rapidly. Courtney set his teeth and listened to the other. He remembered nothing about the ineident' for to him it was a trifling affair, 'and having, as Frank said, happened ten years ago, it was not likely that he would keep it in mir "And this is your first DIOW, is it?" asked he. "It is," replied the young lawyer.

A lurid gleam appeared in the "terrible eyes of jhe other. '"Then it recoils with redoubled force upon your own head. This is my first blow!"

As Courtney spoke, he suddenly whirled the oar he had been playing with above him, and then brought it down with crushing force upon the head of his young companion.

The heavv oaken missile would have brained Milton on the spot had it fallen with full force upon his unprotected head. As it was, however, Frank quickly and involuntarily raised one of his oars toward of the blow.

So terrible was Courtney's stroke that the blake in Frank's hand was beaten down and he fell back into the bottom of the boat.

For a few seconds Courtney stood and looked at the body of his victim. Then stepping across tlie seat Frank had used while rowing, he bent over the form of the voung lawyer. "Ha! ha! my friend, you held the deal, did you? Well, I've proved to my satisfaction that you hold the losing hand too." said he, with a chuckle.

CHAPTER III. THE DIE CAST.

It was a fit night for such a dastardly deed. Courtney folt sure that no human being had seen his foul work, and for several seconds he stood above the body of the young man, gloating over his successful "coup de grace." Then, bending down, he thrust his hand into the inside pocket of Frank's overcoat, and pulled out the verv papers Milton had let him see when tfie two stood upon the wharfboat that lay just above the bridge pier.

The moon shone down upon the skiff with its two occupants, the living and his motionless victim.

Taking advantage of this welcome light, Courtney cast his eyes over the capers he held in his hand. It was only era very short time that the moon continued to pour her light upon the river through the rift in the clouds, but in this snort time he had seen all that he wanted to. "Now to get rid of this unsuspecting fool," he muttered.

Carefully placing the papers in an inside pocket of his coat, the villain raised the limp form of the young lawyer in his arms, and, leaning over the edge of the little craft, let him drop into the chilling waters of the Ohio.

As he stood up again, he felt the boat shake a little, as though some object had floated against it.

A shudder crept over him as he realized that it was the body of his foe whom he had slain in such a treacherous manner. Then, as he turned around, he caught sight in tho semi-gloom, of a dark object floating away down the river and slowly sinking.

Courtney had always been a wild man, but this was the first time he had ever committed murder.

Almost every one upon taking the life of a fellow being has peculiar sensations, and Courtney was no exception to the general rule. As he watched the darl# orm sink slowly out of sight, a low exclamation of horror actually fell from his lips.

It was a terrible death, and, for a short time, the murderer stood staring at the spot where his foe had disappeared, with eyes distended to nearly double their usual size.

But this would never do. The die was already cast, and as there ceuld be no turning back now, repentance would come too late.

He had come, fully resolved to put an end to Milton, should the latter ask too high a prieefor his secret, and now, after bravely going through the work, he began to find himself weak hearted and repental tempted to work up his courage, ,h! I'm in for it now, and I'll have to go through with it. The fool brought his fate upon himself by his obstinacy. His blood must be upon his own head," he muttered.

getting a little ental, but he at-

As he spoke, he took his seat upon the thwart Milton had so lately occupied, and grasping the oars, turned the bow of the boat toward the Ohio shore.

By the way he handled the oars any one would say he was at least Milton qiial in the art of rowing.

The flaming lights below told him that there was a fleet of coal barges lyalong the Ohio shore. By skillfully using his oars, he managed to get above them, and the shore was gained at last.

In the few minutes which had elapsed since Frank had been using the oars, the

current of the river had carried the down quite a distance. When at length the prow ran up on the shore Courtney found himself at the foot of Central Avenue. He put the oars inside the boat, and pulled the bow further upon the bank, so that the water would not carry it away. He intended leaving it there for the night watchman at the ferry to find in the morning.

It is said that the place where a murder has been committed proves a sort of dismal fascination to the perpetrator ever afterward. Many a murderer has been caught, simply by his rashness in returning to look upon the scene of his bloody deed.

They say that it seems like a magnet to the guilty which they cannot resist they must come back, and, in their own minds, go through the whole tragedy again.

Ever afterward the river would be haunted to him. It would always prove to be a something upon which ne could gaze and think, and, while his thoughts ran riot with his brain, shudder at his work.

For a few seconds Courtney stood and looked out upon tlje gloomy waste of water which has encompassed Frank Milten in its celdarms. Then the villain suddenly thought he saw a face in the black waters before him. He could not

keep

The

back an exclamation of horror

at the idea of his drowsed foe coming back to accuse him, and,, turning quickly. hastened up the shore.

Hie old, dilapidated bouses on the river bank between Central Avenue and Plum were dark and silent.

No doubt their occupants were sound asleep, and Courtney could not help but wish that be also was clasped in the arms of Morpheus.

The sky had clouded over once more, and as Courtney walked up Central A ve-

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nue, it began to snow again. On reaching Fourth street he turned to the left, ana a few minutes' brisk walk brought him to his house.

Taking off his gloves, he drew out his latch-key and opened the door. Entering, Courtney closed it after him. He usually took off his overcoatand hung it upon the rack in the hall, but there was something too valuable in it now*— that which he nad on this wild, stormy night, periled his soul to obtain.

The hall was dark, but Courtney knew his whereabout, and, passing up the stairs and Unlocking tne door of his room, he entered, closing it after him, and shooting a bolt into its socket.

Turning up the gas, he poked the smoldering fire into a cheery blaze. Af-. ter seeing that it was burning satisfactorily, he took off his overcoat and hung it on the back of a chair. His fur cap and gloves were thrown upon the bed, and then he proceeded to warm himself.

For some time he stood before the glowing fire rubbing his hands, and then, feeling sufficiently warmed, he stepped over to where his overcoat lay ana took from the pocket the papers for which he had that night thrown a hu man being into the river.

Casting himself into a largeeasv chair, which he had drawn close up to the fire, he examined the documents more fully than he had as yet done.

The documents were two in number. The first was a marriage certificate, and it proved that Echvara Courtney and Lucille Burns had been married on the 12th day of January, 18—, at Dayton, Ohio, by the Rev. Hilliard.

Paper No. 2 was a certificate proving that a child had been born to the above mentioned couple, on the 21st of November of the following year.

Each of these was indorsed later by the officiating minister, dated at Covington, thus proving that they were genuine in all respects.

As the scheming villain read these, he ground his teeth in anger, and then a low, fiendish chuckle of delight came from his lips as he realized that the proofs were now in his possession, and that Frank Milton was in no condition to harm him.

Now that the papers were in his hands they would only go out of them when they went to their destruction. "These cursed things would have ruined mo had he shown them in court, but he'll never have a chance to do that. The only thing that bothers me now is the fact that he said ho knew where the missing heiress was, and could clap his hands on her at any time. Can it be possible that he knew this, or was he trying to deceive me? Perhaps he had some girl instructed in her 'role,' and would oring her out as the heiress. He little suspectod, however, that I have known this secret for months, and that I have a pretty strong idea as to whom the wealth nowr belongs. 'Milton will never trouble mo again. He has departed this life in an exceedingly melancholy manner. Had his price been moderate, all would have gone well with him but now to get rid of these infernal documents."

Taking a last look at the two papers, ho slowly thrust them, one after the other, into the devouring flames, and a low chuckle escaped his rigid lips. As the greedy firo ate up all traces or his secret, a smile of triumph came upon Courtney's facc.

For some time he sat in his easy chair, staring into the blaze which had so well destroyed all proofs of the illigality of his claim to the wealth of which he was now in possession.

Finally he sought his couch and slept, but his dreams wore not those of an innocent man.

Courtnev thought he wAs certainly safe, and that his claim would never lie disputed.

Little did he suspect that one would soon be on his track who would hunt him down to the death. [TO BE CONTINUED.] I

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by the use of Dr. Swayne's Ointment It has been tested in thousand)* of instances and invariably makes art sure cure. The symptoms are moisture -like perspiration, intense itching, InjiCreased by scratching, very distressing particularly at night, as if pin worms sgwere crawling in and about the rectum the private parts are sometime* •effected. Reader, if yoa are suffering? from this distressing complaint, or tetter, itch, scald head, ring worm,,

Indiana.

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barber's itch, any crusty, scaly, skint* eruptions, use Dr. Swayne's Ointment and be cured. Sold by all prominent '-t*. Buntin A Armstrong, Terre

To all who are suffering from the errors and Indiscretions of youth, nervous weakness, early decay, loss of manhood, sc., 1 will send a recipe that will core you, FREE OK CHARGE, This great remedy wasdlscovered by a missionary in South America. Send a self addressed envelope to the R*v JOSEPH T. IJOCA*, Station V, New \orlt

BROWN'S

EXPECTORANT

The old reliable remedy for all Throat and Lung Diseases, is a scientific preparation compounded from the formula ef one the most successful practitioners In the Western country. It has stood the test lot the last twenty years and will effect a onr* after all other cough remedies have failed.

READ THE FOLLOWING.

HALL or REPRESENTATIVES, 1 INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Feb. 15, 1S1. DR. J. H. BROWN—We have usrd your "Brown's Expectorant" and take pleasure in saying that It is the best rr.edlcine lor coughs, colds, hoarseness, and cheerfully recommend it to all who may be troubled with Throat and Lung affections.

Wx MACK, Speaker House of Rep. ZKNOR, Rep Harrison county. S CAUTHORN, Kep Knox county.

MONTGOMERY, Rep Johnson couuty. TARLTON, Rep Johnson and Morgan counties. scHELL, Doorkeeper House of Rep. N WAKBOM, Rep Hancock couuty. OH ABBOTT, Kep Bartholomew county E CALKINS, Rep Fulton county. Jsro W COPNKR, Rep Montgomery county W NKFF, Rep Putnam count}*.

IT ACTS LIKE MAGIC. OFFICE J. M. AND I. R. R. Co., EFFKRSONVILLE, Ind., April 6, 1371. DR. J. H. BROWN—Having suffered witli a severe cough for some time past, 1 was induced to try one bottle of your "Brown's Expectorant." I unhesitatingly say 1 found It pleasaut to the taste, and to act like magic. A few doses done the work for the cough, and I am well.

DILT.ARD RLCKETTS,

President J. M. audi. R. R.

READ WHAT GEN. KIMBALLSAY8. INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Dec. 20,1869. DR. J. H. BROWN—After having used your "Expectorant Syrup" long enough to kno# and appreciate Its good qualities, 1 can cheerfully bear testimony to its uniform success in curing the most obstinate cases of coughs, colds, etc. I have frequently adthe "Expectorant" to my chllways found it the very best as well as the most pleasant remedy or its kind

ministered dren, and always found it the ver

NATHAN KIMBALL, Treasurer of State.

WHAT A CASE OF CONSUMPTION SA YB David A. Sands,of Darlington, Montgomery county, says: "My wife nas been afflicted with consumption for a number ot years and during that time has tried most all of the medicines recommended tor that disease without affoming any relief. 1 was induced by the recommendations o: Dr. Park,druggl8t at Darlington, to try 'Brown'sExpectorant 8yrup,' anu I am now liapry to say that my wile Is so much improved I am confident It will entirely restore he* health by its continued use."

IT CUREC8 BRONCHITIS. EDINBURGH, Ind., August 28, IS71. This is to certify that I have ued Brown' Expectorant in ray family since Its first introduction. It has never tailed to give entire satisfaction. My wife Is subject tobronchitis, and I lave found no remedy equal to "Brown's Expectorant." I recommend It as a safe and reliable remedy-

J.T. BRENTON, M. D,

Brown's Expectorant

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INDIANAPOLIS.

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