Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 10, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 September 1881 — Page 6
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THE MAIL
A
PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.
The Weekly NorolVrt.
Little Sweetheart
—OK,—
LOVK LEVELS ALL.
BY ALEXANDER HOBERTSOJf, M„D.
Authur of "LoUie, the Sewing Uirl."
CHAPTER XXIX. THK fHUOHT.
When Violet (for the worker in Berlin wool was, of course, no other than .Roy's missing
wife)
fouad herself alone,
she sat down to think, and her mind -was aim out in a chaos because of the •ontiicting thought*that ran riot in her brain.
She had lived hero in quiet and peace ever Mince her flight from the Bernard mansion her delicate workmanship had excited the admiration of theprofH" tor of the shop, who had advertised in a city daily for an assistant, and she had been engaged immediately.
The weeks had drifted by, and then «ame this awakening. Hurely it seemed as though she could not get awuy from those she loved.
It had been the Duchess there was not tho least doubt of that and then came tho important question—bad sho recog nized her?
Violet had seen through the door how Noll walked down tho store, and her look of chagrin at finding the worker in wool gone, proclaimed her intention as plain as day. "Hhe liana dim suspicion, but does not know, as yet, who I put her in mind of. It will come to her yet, and she will bring hlui here. Oh, why can tbey not leave me to grieve and die? Why should I b« hunted from home to home? Surely I have suffered more than enough already!"
Then her mood changed, and she became firm and reliant. Nell had gone, and
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could breathe easier now.
"Y»»st there Is no other way I must loavo here. I know Nell, and once she lias hor curiosity aroused, nothing will do but that it must be satisfied. There is only one plan left to me, for by leaving tho vicinity of New York immediately, I may remain as one dead, to my husband. "I came hero, hoping that I might be able, uuperceivjjd by anyono who knew mo, to visit dear old Cedar Heights at some convenient time, and seethe home that I love, for, perhaps, the last time on earth."
Mho seemed completely overcome by the thought and burst into toars. Thongradually a wild resolution came into hef mind. Why not visit the old home on this vory day? From some source »he hud heard that Roy and Uncle Reginald had gone to tho city on the previous day, intending to remain several weeks.
Who would s|oud a night at home the kind old housokoopor would think sho had oonin to stay, and would mako no attempt to detain her, so that, with the early morning sho could boon tho westbound train, speeding away from all she ioved, out into tho world.
When tho old lady who owned tho Horlin wool *toro hoard that her gentle assistant had taken suchasudden notion of leaving liur, sho was much surprised and equally distressed, for In tho fow woeks that Violet had boon with her sho had grown to love tho littlo lady very dearly.
All Violot could vouchsafe was that she intended visiting C'odar Heights,aud when the old lady implored her not to attempt such a thing with the aftornoon half over and a heavy snow-storm rolling up, she gave a sigh in which utter weariness was the predominant trait l.ut her determination was not to be shaken.
So afro bid hor employer good-by, and little satclim stnrtod on thoflve-
sho
with mile
.Talk to Coilar Heights. To one so frail in bod' ly as Violot, this was quite a journey undor the moat favorable auspices, and now, with the
r[round
colored with snow, and a storm prospect, slio should never have attempted it.
Yet the desire to see tho homo she loved, tho place hallowed by the memories connected with it, where sho had boon happy so long, and supremely happy for nit *liorl a tune, and which was •acred to her
IKHMIUSO
of Hoy's presence,
the place tha*. was hers by right, but which sho had given to him in order that ho might 1h happy in after years with tho one she imagined ho loved—this longing doniro to sec the old homo, conquered everything else, and sho started on what came vory near being a fatal journey. 4
Tho sun was shiniag dimly through the clouds, and was not far above tho western horixon.
There was a sharp, cutting fooling In tho air, that seemed to pierce the clothlag of any wayfarer who might chance tone abroad.
When sho had left the littlo town behind her, Violot walked wearily on. The way was not familiar to her, for the had only visited this place once or twice, and then It was In the summer. The village beyond the hills of Cedar Heights was the scene of her missionary work, and Utore was not a soul there but who worshipped and reverenced her as a little angel. 8ho onlv knew that the road she was on wouUl lead her to the tavern at the foot of the long hill on the top of which was perched the mansion of the RathTens, and that by keeping along this road she would eventually reach her destination.
How her heart vesrned for Roy and home. Oh! If sho could only die there bealdeher husband, she would be happy, for life had no charm now that she had lost all.
The tears welled up into her eyes ss •he thought of how she was going out into the dark night.
While she had remained in New York, it had seemed as though Roy was always near, and home within her reach, for she could reach it within an hour, bat now that she was going far sway it was Uke breaking 1«MW a wvimd time.*
As she plodded slowly along, snow benn to fall, slowly, but" with a gradually Incn**iug volume, until she could no longer see even the fence* nn-either side of the road.
To add her discomfort and alarm, the night began to fall, and dusk nettled down.
The wind was growing stronger, and •outing from the strongft Is of the Ice King in the North, gww ter cold in its intensity.
Her Anger* were faatt growing numb with cold, snd her face seemed as though it was frown, for she had to f** the bating wind. fWvier the snow, and keeMr the north win»i Mew,
For the first time «too» starting it broke upon her mind that she was in dangot—that death actually stared h«r in the far1.
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She hardly knew whether she was on the road or not, the snow was falling so fast and there wss such a depth on the groand.
Even then she might be wandering to the right or left, and keep on nntil irrevocably lost.
Then all that would be left to her was death. She could sink down in the deep and fast-gathering drifta and wait for the icy hand to clutch her wearied heart.
So Violet walked wearily on through the blinding snow and drifts, feeling that every step took her so much eloeer to death.
CHAPTER XXX. TO F1XD—WHAT
"It was Violet—and she has gone!" When the Duchess spoke tboee words, Boy's countenance expressed to an intense degree the two great powers—hope and despair.
When she uttered those first words, his face lighted up with a grand beauty of ioy and happiness ana then, as those last words were forced from Nell with almost a groan, the change was pitiful to see.
It seemed as though all his strength left him, for, with a white faoe, be sank into a chair.
Nell stood there, ready to cry her pretty eyes out, but unable to do so because hor pent-up feelings would not give way and she did not want to hurt Roy any more.
His prostration was but for a minute, and then his strength came back. It dawned upon his mind that all was not so hopeless as it had at first appeared. They had found Violet but to lose hor, and yet it must bo an easy task to follow her now.
Hitherto a strange fate seemed to have taken delight in cheating him by hiding all traces of her flight, but surely this could not be so now.
Eagerly he questioned the old lady, and when he heard that Vielet had started for Cedar Heights, Roy understood her mission. She wished to see tho dear old place once more before she left forever.
There was no time to lose. Already she had an hour's start, and besides, tho night was closing in.
To add to the dreariness of tho occasion, the snow had now began falling heavily, and a bitter cold wind sprung np.
Roy tucked the Duchess snugly away his sleigh and started off with jingling bells.
They whirled along over the white road with great spoed. As tho storm gradually increased, it became apparent to Nell that she should In some way relieve Roy of her presence, for he would find it hard enough to look after himself and Violet, should he find her.
Therefore, as they drew near a bouse where a young lady friend lived, she begged Roy to lot her out. There was a boy in the house who would seo hor home in their sleigh.
As Roy drew in his horse, Noll threw aside the robes, and before springing out laid her hand on his arm, while hor eyes looked up into his with the bright tears shining liko diauiouds in thoir black depths. "I pray high Heaven may guide you in your search," she said in a choked volco.
Then, before he could say aught In roplv, tho warm-hearted Duchess sprang out of the sleigh and then ran into tho yard.
Roy waited until he saw tho dooropon and then, knowing that Nell was safo, ho spoko to his horse again. The noble animal responded gallantly to his voice, and they flew through tho blinding storm.
With his fur cap drawn down almost over his eyes, and bending eagerly forward so as to peer through the gloom and falling snow, Roy hold tightly to tho reins.
He had gone perhaps half a mile beyond the house at which Nell had stopped, when ho suddenly drew up his horse.
Ho had seon a black objoot In the road and came very noar running over a man.
Rov was dlsappointod when ho made this discovery, for he hail indulged in a wild hope that it might prove to be Violot. "Hollo!" ejaculated tho man.
His face was so bundled up that ho had not heard the bells, and tonow not his danger until it was over hence the word that burst from his Hps was an exclamation of amazement more than of alarm.
Rov wan about t® drive on when the thought suddenly entered his mind that this man might give him somo information, an he had probably met Violet on the road. "Have you met anyone, my friend?" he asked.
Just turned back myself. had intended going on to Cedar Heights, but don't care to get lost in the snow," said the other. "Cedar Heights! And what object had you in view there?" asked Roy, in surprise.
Well, air, I don't see "hello! if it ain't the Squire himself!" ejaculated the other. "Who are you?" asked Roy.
Somehow the man's voice seemed to sound familiar to him, yet he could not place it. "Well, this is lack at last. I'm Simmons, sir."
Simmons! It seemed that the detectivo was a victim of fate in his search for Violet, buffeted around by the winds of misfortune.
What did here? A question brought it all out. He had, by making good use of hia acumen, tracked Violet to the Berlin wool store In the little town, and then, after vainly endeavoring to find a vehicle to take him to Cedar Heights, had started on foot but the storm had proven too furious, and the detective bad started back, resolved to keep an eye on the voung woman nntil he could send word to Roy, little guossing that she bad fled along the ran before him.
The poor fellow was dreadfully cut np to find that he bad received another buffet from ontrageoa* fortune but taking Roy's advice, he harried on back to the town to organise a aearch-party, for tbev intuitively understood that there was a work of no little difficulty before them.
Onee more Roy urged his gOod steed forward, and swept over the snow like
a spirit of the storm. Hi is eves were evtr on the alert for any sign oftbe one he sought, and yet. as the storm grew more violent, a numb feeling of despair entered hia heart
If the Mora* was no terrible that a strong man Uke the detettive had turned bmt for fear of trotting loet, what mu4 it be to one so alight Violet The very thought was unspeakable agony to him. he nid not he!pdyingaloud.
Alt! igh home had made goad
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There was pain in the thought, but with it came joy, for there she would at last find rest. True it would make her so much happier if she could die in Roy's arms, but the Just One above knew best.
breast. ..... Still the noble animal strained along and managed to plunge through all obstructions.
They were now somewhere in the ndghbarhood of a mile from the tavern at the foot of the long hill, on the top of which was situated Roy's house.
The hone, after making a tremenduous effort to plunge through an immense drift that had accumulated at this point, halted of his own accord to acquire strength from a rest before attempting the thing again.
Was tnat a cry that the wind brought to his ears Roy strained bis heann_ in listening for a repetition as for seeing, such a thing was impossible half a dozen feet away.
Again it came surely his ears did not
deceive
Strong man that he was, he found it child's play to buffet the fearful
storm, and his heart was trembling with fear and anxiety for the ono so dear to his heart whom he knew must be oxposed to the terrible weather.
Ah! again he was rewarded by hearing that sound. Where it came from he could not at first be sure, and stumbled on, at times half leaping in his eagerness, only to fall again and crawl for a dozen feet before he
She amilod and opened her eyos, though they soon closed wearily again. That she knew him was evident, for she threw her arms around his neck and murmured his name coupled with some endearing expression.
Poor Roy! It was the supremo time of his life. She had boon given back to him, but oh, Heaven, if he was to lose her now nothing but death could over cause him to forgot his loss.
He raised her in his arms and pressed her to his heart with a savage vehemence as if defying the cold, merciless wind to rob him.
Then he staggered on through the blinding drifts, hugging her to his breast, if tho worst came tbey could die togothor, and there was some consolation in that.
Ho carefully selected his course, for at such a critical time it would not do to chance anything.
Remembering which way the wind hail been blowing, and that ho had faced it he now strovo to keep it at his back. Never had his brain been more active, or more awake to tho terrible fate that threatened not only himself but the darling one whom no held in his arms, and who was a thousand times more precious in his sight than aught elso in tho world.
Nevor, so long as he lived, would Roy Ruthyen forget that dreadful night. Tho wind seemed to shriek aloud after him, and rush down with the fury of a simoon, as if fearful of losing its prey but this only caused Roy to wrap his arms more tightly around the little form of his wife.
Once she moaned, and Roy's heart seemed to stand still with sudden fesr. "What is it, my darling," be asked tenderly. "I'm so cold. Roy, so cold," she murmured, as if talking in her sleep. "Fool, fool that I was not to realise that this cloak and abawl could not keep her warm but for the fact that she was half ouried in the snow, it would have been all over ere this," ho muttered.
Gently depositing her in the snow he hastily pulled off hia overcoat and wrapped it about her form.
What to him was cold and danger when this one was in deadly peril and suffering? He thought of nothing but her safety.
Again raising his wife in his arms he plunged through the difficulties that beset htm. She wss not a heavy weight, but even without a burden, moving was hard enough at this time when the drifts earn* up to his hips in places, and were often so deep as to make him deviate from his course.
Still he kept on manfully. Was that a horse's neigh that came to his ear*, borne by the wind?
A few more n.mutes and he bad reached the fence. Heyond lay the road. It was not hard aork to find an opening, for in places the fence was gone altogether, and be soon ranched the road. There was no such thing as seeing twentv feet away at such a time, and he had to use his good judgment again. Remembering what was at stake, it was hardly probable that be would lie apt to make a mistake and go in the wrong direction, and finally became upon his horse and sleigh.
The snimal was becoming frightened and cold for he greeted his master with a whinny that told of his affection. Roy could not bat utter thanks to Heaven when be laid bis burden in the sleigh and wrapped the buffalo robes around then both, mating sure that Violet should have the larger half.
Once more the gallant steed faced the storm, bat his progress was slower than «r»r.
Roy knew thai it would probably he
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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT.
it was soon difficult ugh the drifta that up to the animal's
him. With a wild hope in his
heart Roy abandoned the horse and aleigh, waded through the drift, climbed an apology for a fence, and then rushed forward as Cut as possible through the pelting snow in the direction from whence that despairing voice came, to find—what?
CHAPTER XXXI. COST* IK THH enow.
The wind swept through the trees with a moaning sound, and seemed to grow colder with each passing second of time.
Heavily the snow descended, and at times a perfect avalanche was hnrled from some drilt through the air by the keen wind.
Through it all Roy plunged with his head lowered and ears on the alert. How eagerly he listened for a repetition of that cry which had thrilled his heart.
could
rise.
Would ne never find her? Could Heaven be so cruel as to let her perish in the colcLjp near him and yet so far?
The thought forred a groan from his lips, a groan so full of anguish and horror that it would have made one heart sick to have heard it.
Stay, an idea struck him. Why not call aloud Surely he could make his strong voice heard above the clamer of the tempest.
No sooner had this thought come to him than he followed it out. "Violet!"
The name rang out above tho storm, but there came no answer. He listened intently for a minute, then pressed on for a little distance. "Violet! Little Sweetheart!"
Was that a response? How his heart thrilled as he made hia way to the left, and then halting, repeated the cry.
Thifc time there could bo no mistake he heard his name called in low, plaintive tones.
Another minute and Roy was stooping over a small form half buried with the drifting show.
It was Violet! A cry of anguish broke from his lips, and throwing himself down beside her he pressed passionate kisses upon tho (u» that o«tn«d Trbitxj an (M snoW around.
lust as hard to return over the road he had come as to push forward, and the fact that he was three-fourths of the way
to the tavern at the foot of the hill, decided him upon going forward. He allowed the horse to go as he pleased, well knowing that the intelligent animal would keep to the road. Roy felt the chill was leaving the little form be held, gradually but surely, and once, as he drew down'the buffalo robe he saw her black eyes fastened upon hint.
She did not speak, but heaved a great sigh and nestled closer to him, as if conscious only of the fact that Roy had some for her, had saved her, loved her— Roy, her husband and king.
At last the horse stopped with what almost a human groan. He had stuck fast in a tremendous drift that had filled a gully, and was so utterly exhausted by his brave work that in this dilemma he could not extricate himself, nor even move.
Were tbey near the cabin inn? Roy, rendered deperate, raised his voice and shouted. The howling wind caught the cry, and seemed to tear it to pieces with savage fury. Again he called, but still there was no repiy.
Every half minute he repeated the shout, hoping against hope, as it were. Violet lav in his arms, motionless, and be did not know whether she was living or dead, but would not allow himself to think of such a terrible alternative.
Heaven had given her back te him in order that he might, by years of devotion, atone for the past. Oh, how he would love her in the future! His whole being thrilled with the joy of holding her again. The horrors of the past were forgotten in the joy of the present but soon all was forgotten in anew and terrible realization.
Was this death coming? He had given Violet nis overcoat and most of the robes, so that each wild blast cut him to the bone. He knew he was freezing, and that unless help came in half an hour he would be bevoud all hope. What should he do to dispel the torpor that seemed creeping insidiously upon him?
Wrapping tho robes more closely around bis dear little wife, he made a great effort and sprang from the aleigh. His intention was to excite the circulation of blood by leaping about, and then by mounting the horse, reach the tavern in some manner lor other, for it could not be far away in advance.
By leaping and slapping bis arms vigorously, no felt the blood circulate again, ana the numb feeling depart.
Then, with a last, lingering look in the face of his beloved, ne went to the horse and was about to cut him loose from the shafts of the sleigh, when, over the drift, he saw a bright light approaching. Evidently the tavern folks had heard his cries, and were on the way to the rescue.
Loudly Roy shouted, and answering cries came from beyend. These were echoed back of him, and turning he saw a second light. Thon came the merry jingle of bells, and about the time the tavern people arrived upon the scene, a four-horse sleigh, with a half a dozen men in it and bundles of robes drove up and the lirst face Roy saw was that of the Duchess, peeping out froui the piles of wraps in the great sleigh.
CHAPTER XXXII. LOVE'S LABOR WON.
There was no mistake about the matter it was the Duchoss. sure Enough. Sho had been just about to start for home in the sleigh in which the young brother of her friend hod brought out to the gato, when tho large sleigh hove in sight.-
The men stopped, made a few inquirie's and upon learning their destination, Noll suddenly conceived the idea of accompanying them. There could be no decided refusal, for Roy was not there, so Nell borrowed the robes from the small sleigh, thanked tho boy with a sweet smile that made his face light up, though he regretted that be was to lose the chance of driving her home, and then snugly tuciced herself beside Mr. Simmons, the detective, whom Fate had been playing such outrageous tricks upon.
When, after tho long and sharp ride, they came upon the objects or their search, the joy of the Duchess knew no bounds but when she saw how white both of them were, her heart almost stood still, such was tho force of the shock she received.
The gallant rescuers hastened to place tho two among the warm robes in tho large sleigh, and leaving Nell to take care of thom, they led Roy's horse out of the way, after which all united In beating a road through tho great drift.
Once through this, tho tavern-koeper knew there would bo little or no difficulty in reaching his place of refuge, where everything in tho world that could bo done for Hoy Ruthvon and his sweet wife would be brought to bear upon the se.
In a very short timo the road was pronounced o'pen. Part of tho u»eu got into the largo sleigh, while the remainder walked behind, leading Roy's gallant but wearied ana almost frozen horse.
This was the way they drew up at the taveru, within gunshot of Roy's own home.
Now that the danger was over, Roy was found to lie in more peril than Violet.
He bsd sheltered her from the storm at the expense of his own comfort, and the keen wind had pierced him through and through.
Under Nell's kind ministrations, Violet was aroused from her stupor and put into a quiet sleep. When she awoke in the morning she was as well as ever, only she was badly confused.
Was it a dream? Wad Roy's arms been around her, his dear voice breathing word* of love into her ears? Ob, if this was a creation «f her brain during slumber, then would that she could dream on until time should be no more.
Where was she The curtains wore swept aside and she looked np into the kind, sweet face of the Duchess. There was nothing piquant or saucy about Nell now: only the gentleness of a true, womanly heart made itself apparent.
Seatra on the bed beside Violet, Nell told her all, aa she had beard it from Roy and knew it to be so from her own personal observations.
B«fore the story was half tokl, the little girl-wife was weeping as if her heart would break, not because of heivelf, for she was happy now beyond all language, but she thought of the anguish her poor Roy bsd suffered during the past months.
By the time Nell bad finished, she bad dried hor tears, but was still trembling with the deep emotions that had seized
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me to him, Nell," she said, oh,
so humbly "let me kneel at his feet and entreat his forgiveness for the great wrong I have done him, my poor, noble Rov!
How wretched a mistake I made! but, dearest, I meaut it for the best." .•You cannot tell him so now, Sweetheart, for he would not understand yon. When
yva
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were in the storm, Roy took
off his coat and wrapped it about vou. As a resequence, be is in a raging fever this morning. It maderny heart Meed to bear him call me his Little Sweetheart, and beg me not to stand so fsr from
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htm. Oh, Violet! did
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YOU
A short time later, the door of Rov's room opened, and a little figure crept in. There he was, with his face flushed and hia eyes sparkling as they never did before.
He took her to his heart and called her all the pet names that had come to him since losing her, so that although she knew it was ia delirium, yet her heart thrilled with supreme bliss at the realisation that these loving epithets were meant for her, even though Roy was re-
tating them over and over in a meanmanner. The doctor arrived at last, and after an examination, he declared that although Roy was not in a dangerous oonditiou, yet he required good nursing. His system had run down from constant worry of late, and was just in the condition for a fever, so that any sudden shock of joy of grief would be apt to bring it on.
From this, tbey. judged that his exposure on the preceding night had only Seen one of the causes leading to his SickD668»
Nell, after seeing that all was going on well, returned to her friend's house out every day she visited the tavern «o see how her two "patients," as she called them, were getting on.
One morning she found "them astir, Violet helping Roy to walk across tho floor to the easy-chair, for he had been dressed by one of the servants who had come down from the homestead to help his master.
Nell stood in the doorway, for they had not heard her yet, nud looked in upon the sight.
Roy had his arm around the neck of his little Sweetheart, while her arm was thrown about him in a protecting way, for he was very weak.
The Duchess saw the love-light in his pale face, as he looked down upon his gentle guide, and then she knew that tho past was completely put away between them love had leveled all obstacles, and thenceforth Ufe was to be all sunshine with them.
They each took one of the Duchess' hands, and thanked her again and again for what she bad done for them, until Nell, to hide her tears and blushes, ran away.
On the following day they were taken to the house on the hill, and Roy grew rapidly better.
That night in the snow was the redletter time in both of their lives, and so long as they lived, they would never forget it.
Perfect peace, and a happiness too ecstatic for words to tell of, had come to these two after their trials. As gold is
Sered
urified by fire, so their lives were renmore noble and true by the fire of affliction through which they had both
When the year had passed, the Duchess relinquished her hand to the one who had so long held possession of her heart, and her father gave her oven a more elaborate wedding than the other girls had received, for Nell was his favorite daughter.
They took up thoir residence with the old couple, as this was tho only stipulation made by tho banker when ho gave bis consent to the wedding.
Hugh has prospered during the years that have pawed since that event, and is now a prominent business man of the grant metropolis.
There is a little Miss Allen, aged three, who resembles lier mothor in a striking degree, and who, with her beauty, has come to be called "Queenie," by thoso who worship at tho littlo lady's shrine.
Long life to the Duchess and her noble husband! Her sisters are as happy as they can bo, and Dick Rochester has a partner now in his law business, tho gontleman being no other than our friend Simmons, the detective, who gave up that line of business after being buffetod so unmercifully by Fate.
Dick has two boys, the oldest being a fine lad, bold as a lion, and the pride of his doting parents.
Cedar Heights has become more beautiful with each passing Summer. Everything tnat the heart could wish for, or money buy, was brought to beautify the house ana grounds, and I doubt if there is a happier couple upon the earth than the two who passed through such a fiery affliction.
They havo buried the past so that it shall bringthem no pain, nut the lesson will remain for life. Tho swoetost littlo fairy mortal eyes ever sawllitsabout the great flower-gardens, looking, for all the world, liko a butterfly herself, withlior golden bair and blue eyes. They have named the little darling Nell, for, somehow, it seemed that the Duchess came to thom in their timoof trouble, like a sunbeam.
Uncle Reginald still lives at Cedar Heights, and is looked upou as the good gonitis of tho place. He is a rich man, audit has been principally through his seconding of Violet's work, that the little village beyond the hills changed its tone until churches took the places of grog-shops.
Peace and happiness go hand in band with all our friends, ana here the author leaves them, hoping to bo with the reader again, ere long.
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Tho principal eatuie of uertrly all Hleknow HtthiKtime of tlio your lias lis origin inn dlMonierod Liver, which, if not rcRUliitwl In timo, groat suflfcring, wretchodn«*i iin^l death will ensue. A K«ntluman, writing from Houth Anierlort, nay*: "I havo iwod your Hlnunons Liver Regulator with goodeirocl. iKithasa prevention anil cure for Malarial Fevers on tho Isthmus of Panama."
If you feel drowsy, debilitated, Imve frequent headache, mouth fanros Imdly, poor appetite and tongue con ted, you aroHufforlnu from torpid liver or "biliousness," and nothing will cure you so speedily and permanently as to take
Simmons Liver Regulator It is given with safety and thehappieHt results to tbo most delicate infant. IttiikcHthe place of quinine and bittoa* every kind. It is the oheapesl, purest aud best family uiedioine in the worts.
HOLD BY ALL PRUGOIHT8. Buy the Genuine in White Wrapper, red Z, prepared only by J. H. Zoiliii
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MALARIAL POISON.
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free. Address
HTIWSOK 1* Co. Portland, Maine.
A Compound Tlnoture of the most valuable remedies known to the medioai profession, prepared upon etrlotly pharmaoeutloaJ prlnolplee.
An axparianea of twaatjr-flvw JWI prw* It to ba tbt trraaLwt Aathlota to Malaria and all otbar A«ns yiaaaoN known to tba varM.
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With whiett to serve our patrotw this season. Rates cheap. Leave orders at oflloe,6H Main Hire*, or hand to driver.
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TcBB2iAcrrx lex Co.
srW« have Telephone connection.
The Indiana University.
BLOOMINOTON, r??D.
College Year befiiM Sept. 1st, W81. Tuition Free. Both eexes admitted on equal conditions. ForCWok*nei«d1 other InforraattoOjAddrwaa. LEMUEL MOHB. wTV.SPAJfGUER. President.
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