Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 9, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 August 1881 — Page 2

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE. TBRREHAUTE, AUGUST28,1881

THE YOUNG IDEA. 3%

"Come hither, yoa madcap darlingi* I mid to my four-year-old, "I say, what shall be done to the bad, baa

Who will not do wbat »he'n told Too well you have bad your own wee way While little you love to mind But mamma Knows what beat l£ tor you

And Isn't she always kind?"

So I tokl her of Camabianca, And the fearful burning ship: 44D°tiian thlak'"

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HI* mother would have to wlilpT* And my heart went out with the story Had Of this boy eo noble and brave, Who would not dare to disobey

Even hi* life to save.

Then her eye* grew bright astbe moralng' And they xcemod to look me through "Ah! ah!" thought I,you understand

The lemon I have in view, "Now, wbat do you think of tlii* !ad, my love? .,,

Tell me all that 1* in your heart. "I flnk,"mld she, "he wasdrefful c«-«d, Bat be wasn't tlie leant bit smart.'

DEA Tit, LIFE ANI) LO VE.

Death la cool and pleasant night, Life Is a sultry aay, Tls growing dark—I lay has tL For day

'm weary

[rod me with hisllj

ght.

Over rny le«l a fair tree gleams, There slngaa nightingale Hhesingx of her naught save love I hear It evi-n In my dream. —{Heine.

CHANGE.

I wooed two women In the sweet dead time lie fore the wosld had lost its beauteous* glare I sang their praise In love-crestcd rhyme,

For they were wonderfully fair.

I saw two women aftar many days, Two wrinkled faces framed in silvery lialr I read again the rhyme forged in tholr praise

When they were wonderfully fair.

And then I laughed a bitter, mocking lAugh, While all my love appeared of llttlo worth And Nature wrote mo beauty's epitaph

Iu ugly wrinkles on tho earth.

THE NEW VERSION.

How dear to my heart was the old family Bible, That stood on the table so solemn and still, Where oftou I've hid anything that was liable

To get In the hands of ray lad brother Bill. How ardent I've seized It with eyes that were

3lowing,its

shook pages until out the thing fell But now all ItH charming old Kooreoy/a going, With the new-fangled Bible the bookstores nil sell. The'new-fangled Bible, the twenty-cent Bible,

Tfils reversed Bible that says Hades lor Hell. —{Baltimore Every Saturday.

Harper's Magaslne—September.

The Chances of War,

—AND—

HOW ONE WAS MISSED.

Thoro wore cortain conditions iu tho lifo of my lioro, whom I shall call Rex, which iinulo it oasy for hlui to live out a cortain romance that catno to him whon ho WHS Just twenty-tiro.

Theso conditions were an adored and adoring mother, and a widowed sistor with two small pooplo who felt as free to borrow his kuifo and suggest their farorite sweetmeats to him as if thoy had boon liia own. Ho his family was quite .U.iUkvLli|i urit.h hoor. oil those of tho typical uacholor. His home was as merry and noisy and turbulent, and his nights just "as dovoid of ease,'' as if he had beon a JBenodick. For liis sister had como homo boforo his nephew and namosakc, littlo Rex, had weatherod through his first three months of oolic and many a night had he rlseu from his comfortable bod in response to tho wails that carao from his sister's room, and ho and littlo Rex had made a profession of themselves, the good uncle sturdily singing, "Where, oh, wliero, is good old Daniel?" his dangling suspenders Happing soborlv above his slipjtcred foot, as i*o trudgod coutentodly up and down the hall. The couqucrod "ftox junior would finally sink heavily and more heavily against his shoulder, until, when just about to loara tho fate of tho Hebrew children, he would succumb to the combined effect of warm flannels, tho charms of music, and the solace of camomile, ami with a weary final wail pass into that happy oblivion whore colic is unknown.

Sometime* on these night marches his old soldiering days would como back to him with great vividness, and with them his romance. At such times Kox junior would )o 1 ruutetL to a long walk, so long, luilcotl, thai his mother would sink

into

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MICU% profound slumber that

when *iie was awakened to have him returned to her, she always roused up to the hi in conviction that Rex senior was a burglar intent upon stealing her precious IH'V. AS If any burglar in his right mind wonlit steal a threo-mouths-old baby, when there were spoons or anything else in tho house to oe taken. His romance ho had never told in words, but somehow his mothor and sister knew there had beeu one. and they arranged it to suit themselves. He was treated with additional tenderness bocauso it had failed, and so, doubtless, wore tliev. Often one or tho other said,

Poor Hex, I wonder who she wasT— •what a pitv but in her deceitful heart •ho did not think it a pity, for tblsdream of his did uot disturb their hold on him. and a realisation of it might bare done so. Altogether it was much nicer for things tol»o just as they were. The tender invstcrv which shrouded a certain time of his life offered an excuse for the tide of motherly and sisterly love to ebb and tlow in constant waves, the rnno* d'etre for the ebb being only to gather freah strength forjthe flow.

Pve no doubt that they invested the romance with more magnitude than it deaerved. They even at times detected A sad shade lingering around their hero's admirable mouth, or giving a far off look to his eves, as he sank into the easy •chair which Ills adoring small relatives tugge«i forward for him. l^ater, when them! small rrlativea. who had battened upon gory giant stories from t, t« nefc *s li tie until they were sp|easoii, and afraid of tbeir own shadows, were being put to bed, tl»e daughter would say, su(pr4iv»lv, to her mother, "Poor dear Hex looks tired to-ni^ht" then, severely, to her children: YOU children have no me

ivy

upon vour uncle. You are always rW-i* Sng htm when he is in the house, I do wish vou would not forever worry him for stories. 1 could tell you jn#t as tike a

This would raiso a derisive laugh and backed up by tho fact that Uh—* wan not onlv a lamp burning brig y, hut a mother and grandmother fh the room, the audacious Musdl ones would suggest to each other topics for "mother's atorloa," which, after the substantial fare In thai line which their uncle bad customed th«-m to, they regarded as a| wrv wmk diet indeed. I "Vw, ?teo dear boy I* not in his

spirits to-night. I dare say he has been thinking. I mu-t hurry back to him, so he will not bet lonely, poor fellow."

I&had come have"a perfectly (dear meaning to these good ladies when either of them Hocused thin interesting man of baring "been thinking," and was in no wisean intimation that, save periodically, he existed without thought. They aimply meant thtu natural regrets were fill ing his mind and oppressing his heart.

It is true that, as he walkeanomofroin his office the very night in question, he had "been thinking" but his thoughts ran something in this fashion: "If could Swindle That stupid trapped so! If clients only knew how much gold there is in silence, their law yers wouldn't find out so often hew much their is ia their pockets." And his mind had flown back to these legal worries when the niece end nephew, erasing to act aa counter-irritants, had flown to bed. Bat when his mother reentered the room, and he caught her look of sympathy, he threw'his earea to tho windf onoe more, and dispelled her solicitude by saying, cheerfully, "Well, mother, which of us is to beat at chess to-night "The dear unselfish soul makes such an effort tobegay!" she had consequently remarked to her daughter.

If Rex had set about writing out this experience, which was supposed to have altered his whole life, being one of the concise lawyers, he wouldTory probably have put it all into six lines. But he nover liad written it out he had only thought about it very often. At first the recollection bad been full of a tanta lizing regret, because it seemed to him unnecessary that the episode should have been*left unfinished. When he first had come to kncrtv why he had been so ruthlessly snatched out of Paradise, and to lind that "some one had blundered," and made it imperative for the Union army to draw in its lines, he had raged and called the general hard names. Thon later he had consoled himself by saying that he was at present but enduring the fortunes of war and being a a determined man, he promised that whon once the war was ended, he would flyback to Paradise.

This promise he kept. But though the magnolias flood the place with the rich porfumo which he had always associated with it, and roses grew rampant, hanging great masses of bloom heavily over the garden fence, the fence was a ruin, ana the house which the magnolias had shaded was gone.

Of tho fate of it former occupants he could learn nothing. And as he sat on tho pile of slanting stone which had once forniod the steps, he laughed bitterly to himself .and exclaimed: "What a fool's orrand Pre come on! what a fool I was to expect to flnd a trace! Why, a battle has been fought over the very lawn cavalry has rushed through the garden, and torn up tho flowers and crushed the life out of tnono cannon-balls have crashed through the windows perhaps in the very room whore I lay and watched her some infernal sholl has shattered all the sweet daintiness out of existence and the rain of shot has battered the dear old into dust."

But he sat and looked at the dust until it gathered itself together once more, and rose into the stately house ho had remembered. It was almost as real now as then. Why or how he had ever been takon into it he did not know. He remembered tho utter weariness with the last fow miles had beon made, how his head ached undor the merciless sun, and how he had stumbled blindly along the glaring road. And he remembered vaguely a halt, in which he knew he was utterlv indiflfirgrtt, asd allowed his comrades' hand# glad that the time had come when he could be irresponsible.

After that there were days when he was conscious of nothing but pain. Then thero was one (lay when toward evening he opened his tired eyes, and looked about once more. He had closed them upon a burning heat which shimmered over the fields, framing in a hot dusty column of men moring steadily into an enemy'sland. It was a silent procession te his dulled ear. aud only the monotonous tramp of lieavily clad feet came with muffled sound from the earth. Evon when his eyelids drooped over his eyos, they did not seem to suut out the sight. The men still tiled on ahead of him and behind, aud the heat still Bhirered in waves over tho empty fields. When ho opened tljem, a cool white curtain was swaying fitfully to and fro before an open window. As it would blow back, he could see tho boughs of trees dripping aud glistening with rain-drops. lie lay and refreshed himself with the sight then ho looked at tho clean mutting with which the floor was covered, then at tho simple sweetness of the room, and attempting to raise himself upon his olbow, he asked: "Wheream I?"

At his question somoone on the veranda came, and, gathering tho curtain aside, looked in. "On, you are awake," said a girlish voice, and a moment later a young girl came iuto the room. She came close to his bedside, and looked at him with almost a professional eye, then she laid her hand on his forehead, and said triumphantly: "Your fever is all gone. You feel much better, I am sure."

He gradually sunk back upon bis pillow. "Yes, you had better He down again. We mustn't try to get well too soon then slipping Eer arm under his head, she took a glass from a stand, and lifting his head, placed it to bis lips. "Of course you ave better, still you must take vour inc iidne just the same, or you may have a re'.*p**e, you know, and I can't have that,'' and she smiled brightly at him.

Tho draught she offered him was as bitter as only a thorough army surgeon could prepare, but no nectar ever tasted sweeter.

He htd allowed himself to be put gentlr back, still content to be irresponsible. and made no reply, not even to thank Iter.

She settled his pillow, smoothed out the quilt, then brought a chair, and sat down beside him. After regarding bar patient critically awhile with the loveliest dark even he had ever seen, she began: "Doyou know hew sick yon hare

"t don*t know/* he eeboed. "You've bad a fever," she informed him.

Yes?** You do not suffer now, do you?" "No." "And it don't make your bead acbs when I talk?" "»o. ind» Pm very glad to bear you talk. are the first white woman who ha* spoken to me for about two year*." •'HumphI That i» because you wsro' on the wrong side. then mustn't excite vou. we wou talk politics besides, we are within the eoemy's tines, now. enemy'*?"

Ym. vonr linm." "Tlwuyon -t rebel?" "Ye*: BILL I -tire beat taking CM* of

yon that is, I have been giring you your medicine. And now if you feel like taking anything to eat, I'll go and prepare

lt

"No, don't go he said, taking hold of

her

sleeve.

"I

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Almost immediately an elderly lady entered, whom Rex easily recognised as her mother. She came directly to his bedside, and took his hand, saying, in a

Jfeasant

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL

don't want anything

^Shessttled herself In he^chair again, and gated at him in the mAit uneimbar-

manner. Then leaning forward, she placed her band on his forehead onoe mora, to note his temperature. Evidently ahe was aocnstomodjo treating him as

"case," and she held her head upon one ride, and then said, rather reproring-

ly»'Your

talking has made you fereralready. Now you must go to ish,

VVery well oixlv, please do sot go

"I may hare to perhaps mamma will call me. However, you shall not be neglected. Mamma will be very glad to know you hare come to yourself

**"And are you very glad?" he asked

id»0h,

you think because I'm a rebel I'd

hare

qeen

glad to hare you die. Now I

think that is rery ankind of you and the dark eyes filled with indignant protost. "No, I couldn't think that. How

did

I come to be thrown upon your kind-

"Yon were brought here and left, and although mamma and I hated the rery sight of your uniform, you looked so sick that we were willing to take care of you." "How good you were!" And he lay silently staring at her without speaking.

She was dainty and sweet enough to charaa any man, but to Kex, who had for years looked only upon the weatherbeaten faces of men, she seemed an angel. Her dress was coarse, for fine fabrics were hard to get in the heart of tho" Confederacy at that time, but it was indelibly photographed upon his memorr.

At length he put out his hand and took a fold of the sleeve between bis fingers. It was a calico of a dull dark gronnd, ovsr which were sprinkled dotsof a brilliant red. He felt it thoughtfully and said: "That is a beautiful dress you have on."

She glanced over it rather inquisitively, and then burst out into a merry

don't think you know much a"bout a dress, if you call this beautiful and taking a fold between her thumb and finger, she held it off and regarded it scornfully. "Why, it is simply an old cotton dress but—Well, we are poor now," she added, in explanation, with a defiant toes of her head. "And not proud."

He looked at her with a laugh in his eyes, which she answered by merrily shaking her head. 1 "No very, very humble." ,yfe

Then, after a pause, she said: "But if you are well enough to try to tease me, you are well enough to try to eat a little," and then she flitted from the room.

roice, how glad she was to learn

rom her daughter that he was much better. To her our hero tried to express in a more conventional manner than to the daughter, his thanks, and his apprehensions that he had givon thom considerable trouble. "We aro rery glad to hare been of any service to jrou/' tho lady answered, fn our army,"and he friends amongst enemies some day. It is indeed a terrible war and her face grew sad.

He was trying to flnd a suitable reply, whon his first friend returned to the room, attended by a cheery looking negress, bearing a tray upon which were spread such dainties as could be procured. "You might have had some broiled chicken," began the young lady, as she drew a small table up to nis mdside, "if— "Florence!" said her mc^her, reprovingly.

The negress chuckled herself out of tho room, murmuring something about Mars Lincoln's soldiers liking chickens mighty well.

The two ladies ministered most gracefully and kindly to him as he ate and when the evening settled down with its flood of moonlignt, they came again and sat besido him.

Naturally tho war was a subject to bo ignored between them, and as total strangers, they had few topics in common within intruding into each other's lives nnd so, after a while, conversation lagged.

IO sick man, feeling the restlessness of returning health, nervously Angered the spray of roses which had been laid upon his pillow, then dropped his arms, aud sighed. "Wo have been talking too much, and tired you," his hostess said, regretfully.

We will leave you now, and you had better sleep or perhaps it would giro you pleasure if my daughter would mng for you?" h, I would like to bear horsing," he answerd, eagerly.

Bring your guitar, then, Florence, and sing." The daughter willingly obeyed, and a moment later looked in through the window and said:

You know I cannot sing, mamma, if you both look at me, so 1 will sit out here, and you can hear me just as distinctly."

After running her skillful flngersover the strings, calling forth a soft melody, she began song full of sweetness ana rhythm. Her voice was fresh as the night air, and she sang with unfeigned pleasure.

Rex lay with his eyes closed, listening to the music, and resting in body and soul. For him had come one of those delightful pauses in life in which is no care nor thought for the morrow, which so seldom come to man or woman after once the cares of life are taken up. He did not even enjoy the music in an aesthetic mood he listened to it, and acceptedit with an invalid's selfishness. It was sweet, and he knew bow the lovely singer must look, sitting with the moon shining down into her dark, beautiful eyes. He even pictured her slim white hands flitting about over the strings. He hoped she would sing a long, long time he wondered why the music sounded so low, so far away be— dept. '*v

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day she| was real to him once

coming more. How beautiful she was and hew strong was the wish to see her again! He would not have long to wait now, for already the darkness which precedes dawn had come.

Again the dock struck, and soon tile might, warm shafts of light shot up from the horison, and then all nature awoke.

Presently a negro came silently into the room to see if fie could do anything for him. But he wanted nothing but to think of the bewitching girl until the time when she would come. How would she meet him, now that he was no longer a helpless invalid Would she flit in and out as shahad done, yesterday, perhaps reproach him ior falling^ asleep while she was singing? He planned out the day, and thought of what he would say, and of her repiices. As he began to grow impatient at the slowness of time, he became conscious that the stillness of morning was being broken by the sound of horses and wheels coming swiftly toward the house, aad halting before the door. There were hurried inquiries and responses, and then footsteps crossed the veranda and the negro led the way into the room, followed by two soldiers. «Hello, Rex, I'm glad to see you so much better, old man," and his hand was caught ip tho strong palm of a former comrade. "It's lucky you're well enough to be moved, for our lines are having to fall back, and we are hurrying to get you aick fellows into ssfe quarters. We've orders to have you all'in the hospital at before night. We haven't a moment to lose, either. The ambulance is at the door, and we'll have you into it in a twinkling."

He was aghast. "I can't be moved it would kill me," he began, almost believing himself. "I'll take my chances. There would not be much of me left if I were to have a relapse now." "There would more than if you were sent to convalesce in Andersonville. We'll look out for you. Poor old fellow, this fear has taken the courage out of you."

Rex groaned. "Are there no other fellows you could pick up first? An hour or so might make a great difference with me." "Yes, I'm pretty sure an hour or so would make a mighty difference," returned his comrade, laughing. "Where are his clothes he asked of the negro. "We must get him into the ambulance at'once."

The clothes were produced, and the unwilling man tenderly helped into them by the soldiers. "Do you think," he asked of the negro when all was ready, "that I could see your mistress a moment I would lilce to thank her," ho added, turning to his friends. "She and her daughter have been very kind to me. And I can't go without seeing them." "We'll not dare to wait long but of course it will only be civil to thank the ladies."

The negro was not gone long, when he returned, almost immediately followed by his mistress, who seemed greatly excited over the reason for his hurried departure. Offering her bands, she wished him a friendly good-by. "I could almost have wished that our army had been held back for a few days longer, until you were better able to be moved but I hope vou will not suffer from the change. If your friends will loave you, I promise to uso my influence in your behalf."

Ho looked appealingly at his comrades: but ono answered: "It would not do to expose you to the trouble of having a Union soldier in your house, and I'm afraid, madam, you could hardly save

WeJl,U:

*te vour

"I do. more than I can tell you, my kind, kind friend," Rex answered, bending and respectfully kissing her hand. •'Will you please give my thanks to your daughter and say good-by for me? I'll never forget either of you as long as r-llve." I "My daughter!" she exclaimed. "Why she must come to see you off. Oo

Jorry, and tell Miss Florence

not to £ose a moment. Ah! this is one of the sad things of war. To think how gladly we would protect you but we might not be able to, and oould never forgive myself if evil befell you in my house."

The soldiers grew visibly impatient, and at last relunctantly said, "We will not daro take any more time, Rex." "Then good-by—forever, I suppose." "Good-by," tho lady answered, her eyes filling with tears as she watched him go feebly across tlie room between his mends. As ho reached the door, light feet came running along tho ver anda, and Miss Florence appeared. "It is too cruel for them to take you away!" sho began, vehemently. "It will kill you. Mamraq, why do you allow it? Why do you take that poor Rick man turning indignantly upon the soldiers. "Our friends would not touch him. They are too brave to at tack tho helpless." "Tho soldiers smiled and said, "We have our orders, miss." "Orders indeed! It is a disgrace to your officers to issue such orders. Mamma, why don't you interfere "Florence dear, you are forgetting yourself. .We can only wish him farewell, and pray that he may reach his home safely some day. We will not forget you, my poor fel ing nis band once more.

day. fellow," she said, tak-

The young girl came toward him with both bands outstretched, aud with tears dimming her bright eyes. "I suppose we'll nerer see you sgafn, but, as mamma says, we will pray that you reach your friends safe and well and I hope you will not forget us, for we will remember you. Oood-bv."

Rex lined her band, as be had her mother's, and kissed it then went with trembling limbs toward the ambulance. He was lifted in, and as they drove away he raised the curtain and looked out. She was standing with one hand against a pillar (of, the yersnda, looking sadly after bim. He watched until he was whirled swiftly down the avenue and out of the

gate

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Flu- away a cloek strode three. The bouse was dark and silent. The curtains were closely drawn across the window, through which showed vaguely the light of the declining moon. A deUdons sense of security and oomfort hovered about him. The echo of the music seemed to linger, and tho room was, apparently, full of the ringer's presence.

As be had fallen asleep, ab« and her song bad drifted away from him, with the moonlight and the sweetness of the royes upon nH pUlow but now with the

then shrubbery and

walls came between them, and hid her from him. He never saw ber after that. He often wondered whether, if he bad known her better, she would have reigned supreme fn bis heart over all other women, or whether in a longer companionship the charm would have vanished. Now and then be would meet a bright, lovable girl who seemed not arerse to win ber way into his heart, and he would be half ready to admit her. But at the boundary line of that woman's kingdom a dream-maiden stood and wared bade the intruder, and when he felt inclined to quarrel with ber arrogant dominion, the dark eyes which met his accusations with conscious power smilingly lurfed him bade to the past, and the shadowy hand which put away a rival was lifted tenderly to nis lips to receire once more that farewell kiss, now grown into a pledge of constMicy. *,

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Mr. M. F. Morse, Westboro', Mm, mdntions to us the gratifying information, thai St. Jacobs (HI relieved him of a very severe atlrdtoi Sciatic Rheumatism and is an excellent thing.—Boston, Mm Cultivator.

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IN FOR LIFE.

HOW ONE CAN BE BURIED ALlVEi Detroit Free Press. "This cell," said the Warden, as we reached 2121 "belongs to one of the oldestlifers in this prison. I believe he has been here nigh on to thirty years, and be bids fair to last for twenty more. He isa very singular man.,' "His crime was murder, of course

"Yes,

and a strange murder. He was

then a young man of twenty-two, rather quiet if not monrose, and no one had ever heard him use an oath or seen him display even the smallest vice. Had he stolen an ax, his friends would have been amazed. What oould their feelings have beon then, when he was charged with murder? One night, with no earthly excuses for offense, he got out of bed, walked three miles tq the house of a friend and called him out and stabbed him to the heart. He then retraced his steps to his home and returned to bed and slept soundly until morning, the bloody knife lying en a chair by his bed-side. He made no effort to conceal his crime, and when arrested had no excuse for it. From the day the constable put bands on him up to this hour he has not spoken exoept wnon foroed to. I have several times had to threaten him tvith a strap to make him answer my questions." "Does he mate with anyone?' "No he comes and goes as if alone in this great prison. I cannot imagine what inducement oould be held out to make him address a question to a prisoner. He shuns all of us as if we were poison. During all the years he has been here he has never asked a favor of any sort." "Is he ever sick?" Cr,',"Onoe in a while, nut he never complains. He would die in his travKs before he would ask to see the doctor. He has fainted away at his work bench and cried out iu the delirium of fever, but he has never complained." "What do the prisoners say about

hlmT"

"They fear him. I have been told twenty different times that he would some day rebel, and that he would havo to be shot before he could be disarmed. I can't say that he is plotting, but we keep a sharp eye on him. Ho has the eye of a perfect devil, and he will look at you in a way to make your flesh crawl." "Can he be insane "No a dozen different doctors are agreed that he is as sound as any man. He is simply a born devil. He was never known to laugh or cry. His old mother used to come here in years gone by—before she died-^nd she «ald sho had never feen a smile on his lips or a tear on his cheeks, hot even during his baby-hOod. He Is a hater. He hates himself. He hates everything living or dead. Thero is a oaularon of ugliness boiling within him, and some day it will bubble over. Whon that event occurs we shall most likely be forced to kill him in self-defense." "Has he any relatives?" "Not that we know of. His father was dead before the murder. He had a mother and brother, but when he had been here about five years the poor old woman went to her grave. If a man has any heart in him, a mother's love and tears can touoh It. She used to como hero and wring her hands and weep and sob and pray, and this fiend sat as unmoved as a rock, even refusing to answer one of her questions. Sho was old and wrinkled and heart-broken the last time she came. She told him that .t was her last visit, and that she had only a few weoks to live, and tho murderer turned his back on her. Tho brother ikm. ni. tinjM fOmiviUff W?° same treatment, and the last visit ho made camo near being bis last day on oarth. Taking advantago of tho momentary absence of the door-man this fiend grasped the brother's throat and was fast choking him to death when help arrived. The brother died several years ago in Illinois, and now the main is alone on earth. No ono asks after him—nobody thinks of him. Ho is buried alivo." "He never writes to anyone?" "Nevor. He has not had a pen In his hand since entering'this prison. Most of the prisoners manage to keep posted on outside affairs, but thte man neither knows nor cares to know. I don't believe ho knew of tho war as long as it lasted. Ho won't talk ho can't or won't road he won't permit a prisoner to talk to him, and as a consequence ho hoars no more of the world's doings than as if ho wore in his grave. It must bo horrible feeling for a man to live this way, and yot he seems to enjoy it. One day is the same as another to him. One night is no blacker than another. Weoks paAs and bring no change. Years como and go and his routine is the same. The past Is full of blood—the future is long unbroken midnight. havo woiu|pfoa that ho did not commit suicide." "lias ho never tried to escape?" "Never, and that is why we fear him. Three different times since ho came bore he has had good opportunities to take French leave, but ho has refused to go. It wasn't because he feared rocaptureand punishment, for any of them will take the one chance in a hundred OR that. It was because he hated the world worse than this prison. Give bim another chance to-day, and he would also refuse it. As I told you bo is a strange case. He is half-man, half-devil. Each year be is growing more like a fiend, and every time I look into bis eye I think it bas a more Satanic gleam. I don't know what tbe end will be, but I half expect It will be full of rebellion, desperation and blood. Some day his hate will overpower all other feeling, and he will pick np a bar of iron, an ax, or a sledge, and he will fight us to tbe death."

MR. WALKJtfc F. ADAMS, of Westboro Mass., writes: "For years I suffered tbe horrors of dyspepsia and indigestion. It seemed to weaken every organ of life, and completely shattered my nervous system. At night when I lay down, I felt I ceo Id not lire until morning. Heartburn pained me most terribly. I tried Brown's Iron Bitters: it suited

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