Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 16, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 15 October 1881 — Page 2
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THE MAIL
A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE:
TERRE HAUTE, OCT. 15, 1881
DRIFTED
AWAY.
We bad a little quarrel, She
ana
I
We thought to mead our quarrel
By and by
But we made such long delay The fond vine word to «ay, That wa* drifted far away, 8be and I.
We bad been friends together, She and I, Through clear and cloudy weatber,
She and I,
Our friendship we'd declared, Our cans and comforts shared. And most pleasantly had fared,
She and I.
No evil genius dreading, She and I Spoke freely of our wedding
By and by.
And talked as lovere do, Of a etwy nest for two: Buch a home we had in view,,
She and I.
We met and were lighthearted, She and 1 But sorrowfully parted,
Hhe ana I
And I bittcrthe regret At the Broken amulet, Wc have never .«token yet,
She or I.
They sny I'm rather mulish, That may be: And I WIM young and foolish— 8o was she Twas quarrel most absurd, And I cant recall a word, And just how the breach occured
Puzzles me.
qn
She and I,
That furnisher a moral— Who'll deny? So if any one offend*, I*et him haste to make amends, If he waits he'll have no friends,
By-and-by.
[COPTIUGUT SECURED.]
The Woodman's Ward
—OR-
THE WAIF OF THE WABASH.
BY C. LEON MEREDITH.
Author of "Boy Captive," "Border Pesrl, 'BuckeyePioneers," "The Marked iRIlle,""Flaming Arrow,"
Etc., Etc.
CHAPTER XIV. ONE LAST ACT.
The falling of Cyrus Fieldor seemed to paralize, for half a minute, the balance of the party.
As tbey sat and gazed, there came a flash of arrows, and two of the Kickapoos fell from their steeds. Only four of tho whole party were left, ana that fonr became panic-stricken.
They wheeled their horses, in thewildness oi fear, and started away. Three more arrows flew after them and then throe gun-shots.
Not an Indian was left, and the horae ridden by Cyrus Fielder fell, wounded in the head, and tho others dashed, riderless. away.
Tno trapper was alone. He turned to look back, when a voice, and a familiar one, cried out to him from a shelving rock on the side of the ravine, covered with unfrosted foliage.
Olaucing upward, the figure of Elsie was In plain view, and she asked him not to go, as he should not be harmed.
The voice seemed to penetrate the brain of Cyrus Fielder, and arouse him from the throes of death.
He drew his body up into a sitting posture and gazod at the spot from whence ia
Cyrus
lure ana gH/Axi HI mo uwm ""duv-U i. why, jLee, aia you uury owjpuoi
the souna had proceeded, but tho dense ,jer
foliage of a bush shut, Elsie from view. »(j know of no reason excepting "Snoot, Stephen Kendall, shoot! A
Fielder spoke not again. Ho
had only strength for one act more, and ho acted promptly. Drawing up his rifle, he presented it quickly at the breast of the woodman, and tired.
With tho detonation of tho gun, there was another cry of pain, and Trapper Stove sank down, pierced through the breast.
Tho trio on the rock above saw the tragedv, aud hustcnctl down. The renegade was dead, and his victim mortally wounded, tbey feared.
Elsie lifted tho head of her god-father, while tho Shawnee examined and dressed the wound.
Red Wolf shook his head aud muttered: "Very bad." "It is just right," Stephen Kendall, anavrered, having heard the words of the Indian "I deserve death at the hand of Elsie or Lee, but not from the source from whence it en me. I have served the devil through that man Fielder and turned my back on an angel. Can I get back to the cabin once more, Red Wolf. "Long ride, wound very bad, bat can try." was the answer. "Iiet us not delay," Elsie said anxiously. The barrier is now removed* and I must return to mothor.
TXH Clinton and theShavrnee qoiekly OA mi for the dead, collected the horses, eight in all, as the one Kendall had ridden was dead, and prepared for a start.
The wounded man was placed in as easy a position AS it was possible for him to occupy and tho victors wended their way back towards the Wabash.
Tho result was as well aa onr friends could have expected. When they left the cabin, it was with a purpose of going to Wheeling with out the sh«dding of blood if
and forward wit
AhU
all oi
—. theyp—— their physical powers to evade their pursuers if pursuers started.
Red Wolf saw Fielder an be was on his wav to the woodntaa'a boraf* and Lee Clin to knew that it meant mis-, chief.
On the second night out Red Wolf discovered the euenvy as soon as his own party was copied nv Minsi, and he kept good watch over the foe.
He ..v killed the two spies sent to the hill and would have done more fatal work* had act Elsie choeen to capture horses for their more easy flight.
The Kickapoo trailer saw them just aa they were running their horses into a cave of bushes and his anxiety to keep in sight of the fugitives co&t him his life.
An arrow from the stiff bow and strong arm of Red Wolf did th8 work in an Instant's time.
The removal of Cyrus Fielder, and the entire subjection of the woodman I had wrought the change necessary for the safety of our friends, and they started on the back track with the feeling that this great struggle for life was over.
As to
longer of her rights. The march hack was a long, weary one. It was extremely painful to Trap per Steve, but he bore up well and re-
own cabin, in a half conscious condition, while the wife and Elsie were locked in a warm and affectionate embrace.
The girl briefly told what had transpired. "His blood is not upon my hands, mother, nor upon the hands of any of our party. Cyrus Fielder shet him while in his own death struggle, because Kendall would not lift his ride against me."
IJe is badly wounded, Elsie?"
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"Leesays fatally.' Oil the
Just then Lee Clinton came to mother and ward and said: "By mental effort the man has held out to get here, but the end is at hand. Internal hemorrage has taken place and he is suffocating."
So it proved, and in less than an hour after arriving at
the
lone cabiu, Stephen
Kendall died, and without exchanging another word with those he had so cruelly wronged.
Just as tho sun was going down on that evening, a party from the encampment of soldiers came to the log house.
Governor Harrison, with a small body guard, asked to see the madam. Mrs. Kendall came forward, and understanding what the visit was for, she pointed to tho inanimate form at the end of tho r«om and said: "He makes answer to a higher tribunal than that of man."
Governor Harrison withdrew without question or comment but he received the thanks of the widow for his kind remembrance.
Lee Clinton, who had met Harrison on several occasions, made himself known, and the greeting was cordial. "I have," said young Clinton, confiscated from the tfickapoo four horees, this evening, which I would like to place in the service. Can you use them?" "They will be valuable accessions. The greater part of our force is soon move against the Prophet's Town, and we have less than three hundred horses, and the more the better. A fort is being rapidly put up three miles north of here, which will be garrisoned by a small force under the command of Miller, but I trust the force will be strong enough to keep peace in this quarter."
After an hour of conversation Governor Harrison returned to the encampment, taking with him four of the eight horses, Lee keeping the others, for a new party to attempt the trip t® Wheeling again.
The next morning, before the dewdrops had lost their crystal-like brilliance upon the grass and leaves, a grave was dug in the Iudian Orchard upon the bluff. „,
Loe and the faithful Shawnee earned all that, was mortal of Stephen Kendall up there, and covered him with earth.
No tears wero shed, for the man was tvortby no aiTectiou, aud yet it was a solemn occasiou.
After the work was finished, Mrs. Kendall, who, with Elsie, had followed the remains to the last resting-place, asked:
Why, Lee, did you bury Stephen un-
th)lt
particular apple tree?"
it
js jn
—, _hoot! A
a
thouwmd in gold is yours if you kill that \yiiv do vou ask?" "that tree has nevor brought forth any good fruit," was the effective reply,
girl shoot, Kendall!" Tho trapper saw theglaringeyesof tho dying man, and heara his words, hut did not obey. Instead of that, ho cast his rillo upon the earth, and hold up his bands as if conquered and submissive.
dll HI' At tllV)
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dall are all dead. "And And Elsie, your sister
great struggle for life was over. -Ana ivisie, yum ,8 AS Paul Blair he was too much of a ing this minute, with the ™pe« coward to act himself, and Minsiand prove you a dastardly scoundrel." the renegade were all the men Clinton Paul Blair drew a knife, but bef tne renegaae were au me men T, ,7—' knew, depraved enough to rob the girl could use it, Red Wolf sprang like a cat through the door and wrung the blade from ais band, and whirled the fellow
against the wall. 'What would you
ner Steve, but he bore up well and re- "vvnat wouiu you nave or roe vee inained silent and moody most of the Clinton?" the enraged man said, his AVAA »)Aop{n? tilro ilinaA svf QAnrval ticrAr. way. or part re from the Wabash, did the party of friends return to it again.
Stephen Kendall was borne into his all my future claim to my grandfather's legacy?" "Then you stretch hemp. I have everything rtudy to fix you permanently, vou will sign that paper and leave Wheeling forever or you will swing take your choice?" "By what authority do you speak?" "By the authority of the husband of wronged girl."
that
location that pleased me
it a
location that pleased me best.
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anil the party wended their way down to the cabin once more. That day there was a general breaking up preparatory for the start eastward.
Mrs. Kendall, of course, would not remain there longer alone, and it was to thf interest of Elsie and Leo to goto Wheeling.
What could be conveniently carried on the horses was put up in appropriate packages, and the balance of the household fixtures, arms, etc., was given to the new fort.
Clinton went up there, and several men were sent back with him to carry awav the cooking utensils, tables, stools, benches, guns, ammunition, etc, which the traiper had collected in his years of forest life. These things were just what the men needed at the encampment, as their long tramps*tbrohgh the new country mado thfcii
supply
extremely short.
Some two thousand iu gold was taken from abiding-place lieueath tho floor, and this, added to one thousand found on the person of Cyrus Fielder, made a snug little sum for the widow, as Elsie absolutely refused to take a cent of it, and Red 'Wolf also held up his band in protestation, when a portion of it was offered to him.
The following morning the quartette left the cabin at sunrise for the upper Ohio.
As all the hostile tribes had concentrated their forces under the leadership of Tecnmseh and the Prophet, there was but little danger attending a trip across the great woods at that time.
At the end of a week, without any startling adventure, our friends, with glad hearts, rode into Wheeling.
CHAPTER XV. THE HAPPY F1NAI.B.
As soon as Lee Clinton had provided for the comfort of Elsie and her mother, he looked for Paul Blair.
It was learned that the reprobate wa* off on a hunt, and waa not expected back for several days. "I am glad of thia," Lee said to hlnie, "for I would like to confront your unnatural brother, in your behalf, more power to speak than I now poa-
speak to returns," The forest maiden did not blush and hesitate. She simply told him that she tyrs. was all hi* own, 'that she loved the full
i»xf »t
that she heard there, vexed her to that days after their arrival, and waa a happy
when she did go it was with a determine-' oerwion. "ng
vi icw mires uown i«e
of her aoul, and be could ar
^rTcould not get away from Ken-j r*n*r mvetbe J^rn^^te^l"iT^ru^^^Se dall'a camp aa easily aa she had hoped to whr-n *\aid please best.
do, and tile conversation. threat^Vtc.« The marriage took riaee witWn a few
VTBil jrowo,»uM
uvr, *uu uni
and not be discovered nntiran advan' I Blair returned Ui Wheeling, uige waa gained, edoua of what bad taken place.
plaoecontained many w»nu
ravine until a favorable location waa friends of Cbnton, ~^^faUe°g®
found, and then secreting their ateede tribated aa much aa was panible to the, speeww. down thev took pw't'm on the baisk« of the comfort of the new bride •"dgroom bat beiz wise as well wticre lh could do deadly work, The next dav afterthewedding, Paul ^t^auaay, dui
I to Whcding, ILL nocon- *s WWCUOMW
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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.
Red Wolf had been watching for him, and informed Clinton as soon as the fellow entered the place, and he was at ones confronted. "Then you have come hack, Mr. Clinton?" Paul said, in surp|||e, as the two met. "Yes but Cyrus Fielder has not, and never will." "Is Cyrus dead?"
Yes Cyrus, Mingi and Stephen' Ken-
is in Wheelthat
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Paul Blair drew a knife, but before he
have of roe Lee
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eyes glowing like those of a Bengal tiger, i- "I would have you sign this papei Paul Blair read and handed it back.
.. _0 Supposing that I refuse to sign away
Paul Blair was in his own room at the tavern, and he come down handsomely. "My game is up, Clinton, and I give in. It I sign the paper apd leave the country forever, will you allow me what money I have and promise that I shall not be pursued and punished?" "I promise that. But four of us have the secret and it will be kept if you never show your face again."
Lee sent Red Wolf to call the Justice and witness, and ten minutes later the paper was signed, sealed and delivered to Lee Clinton in trust for Elsie.
That night Paul Blair left Wheeling and was never heard of again. The brother and sister did not meet, as there seemed to be no desire on the part of either to do so.
Clinton went into business in Wheel ing, and become not only prosperous, but populaa.
Red Woli\Lemained as long as he was of any use toihis white brother, and then went back to the camp of the Shawnees, and was heard thereafter in many treaties of peace, for he was the white man's friend. "Tell me," said Elsie one day, "why it was, Lee, that Red Wolf clang to you so affectionately. I de not know parallel case." "Have I never told you the story, girl Well I will do so. "A year before I met you for the first time, I was on a bunt in the Miami valley, and one day struck afresh bear track which I followed up at a high rate of speed. "Going about half a mile, I think, I
was brought to a standstill by suddenl Uf 16 yo e» bear was a monster and entirely
was brought to a standstill by suddenly coming upon bruin lying at full length upon the earth, and close by him a finely oung Indian
by him a finely
formed The -j dead. The Indian, I found, by examination, was still alive, but wholely unconscious. His face, neck and arms, were lacerated, and one or two ribs were broken.
As I was on terms of friendship with the red men, I could not leavelthe brave as I found him. JL
He was a powerfully built mant and tho torn up earth for rods arof|id Where he lay, showed that the meeting of these two champions ef the forest 6a#resulted in a most dosperate struggle for the mastery.
I staunched the blood thtfewap flowing, and bound up the woutoas, applying some expressed juice of Marigold that I carried, and then set to work with my hatchet building a wigwam. "With poles and bark, I maw a comfortable lodging place. I builtflt around and over the wounded brate, so as to allow him to re8t quietly until the danger of hemorrhage was paat. "He came back to consciousness after a few hours, and was surprised at what he beheld. "I skinned the bear, and after drying and working the fiesh side in the sun, used that as a bed, underlaid with dry leaves, for him to rest upon. "For ten weeks Red Wolf aad myself lodged together, and at the end of that time, he was fully restored to health and strength. "That, Elsie, was how the Shawnee brave became my friend, and lis friendship is as enduring as his lire, and as tr*o as the sun in it its action" 1 of our tn widow ivoll to do sho led
Two years after the arriv friends in Wheeling, the bux of Stephen Kendall married a business man of the town a thereafter-a happy life.
Eight years later, Leo Clin n, again guided by the faithful Rod W hunting excursion to the poi the big woods of Ohio to w\hei the most tragic und exciting events of is life had taken place.
If, made a beyond
He was astonished at the anges he beheld. For three years all at tho south of the bluff, tha the camping-ground of tb
ho prairie was onco Woa In-
kUC dians, had been laid out as a liito man's town, and the smoke was cv numerous cabins—the germ lv city of Terre Haute. 'The old log house in whin Stopben Kendall had lived and planed, still stood, and was occupied by a unter.
ling from the love-
Clinton's stay was short, for there were painful recollections associated with the place, and yet, as he tood upon the bluff and gaaed upon tt winding water-course before him, he elt thankful that Providence, in its go Jness had, a decade of years before, gui his steps that wav, where he waa bit »ea for life bv meeting The Woodrowi'f ffwd-^the Waif of The Wabaah. .... [TUB END.}
From the Hotwekeej^
Mrs. Bartlet's aatiori.
BY IitK-T RAWDOLPH FI.W1NG.
Mrs. Bartlett waa tired m^
with was discouraged. She had, on this particol morning, readied on® of tr housekeeping which culmii and
I do noMiftdenttand." "I 1 W, it ptain, "ntto In your hn.lJ.na wh.n be .interey to consider oneself among the Mem mar
Hie prettv, cool rittinj Mrs. Bartlett waa reatinp
uThiiiimm
jver, she
summer crises in in neror. with
where
tbe picture
nowy whit
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nd a glance
th Bartlett^ar-
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ant killfully put
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usband, 1 said nothing
until evening, when the Idren having
retired, he sat alone with his wife in the vine-covered portico. "Mary," said he, "I think you are working too hard, and need a rest. Suppose you take a vacation—make a viat somewhere. To sister Ellen's or cousin Lizzie'8?"
Mrs. Bartlett drew a little nearer her husband, and with her hand in his, someway she felt mnch less weary than even a half hour ago. "1 am tired dear," she answered, "but I do not see any way for me to leave home. Hannah seems to grow more careless every day, and how in the world would you and the children
a
get
along 7"
Mr. Bartlett,
Oh, we'll manage," said Mr. Bar*™.-, cheerily. "Hannah won't poison us, I dare say and somehow the children and myself don't get unhappy at the sight of coowebs—they're rarities to us, I'll confess. I woulu say take Ben and Lottie with you, but I want you to rest, and not even have the bother of keeping them clean."
Mrs. Bartlett laughed at the mental picture she could see so plainly, of the disorder which her neat home, she well knew, would so soon put on in her absence: and at the masculine ignorance which so coolly put aside the many difficulties 'n the way of her leaving home.
But Mrs. Bartlett did go, after all. We need not tell you of the busy days preceding her departure—the making and re-making additions to her wardrobe, the shaping of various domestic matters to be kept in place while sha was away the repeated injunctions to Hannah to be careful of this and that, and by no means forget(theother. Every housekeeper knows exactly what Mrs. Bartlett did in those days of preparation —and what she left undone, to be regretfully remembered just as she took ner seat* in the cars—and how she told Mr Bartlett and Ben and Lottie goodbye with a little pang of conseienoe as to whether she "ought really to go."
Cousin Lizzie Hughes lived in the "deep green country and she and Mary Bartlett had, in their younger years, been as sisters. Now and then affectionate letters passed between them, but the cousins had not met for some years. So, when Mrs. Bartlett determined to seek rest and renew oldtime friendship in her cousin's country home, her letter to that effect met with a prompt and cordial reply, and an injunction to "come at once."
The Hughes'farm was a few miles from the station, but Mr. Hughes was on hand to fneet Mrs. Bartlett, with his spring wagon and fine bays.
Mrs. Bartlett enjbyed the ride in the cool evening, although her thoughts would turn to the little group at home.
Mrs. Hughes welcomed her cousin warmly, and soon led her up stairs to the room sho was to occupy. Mrs. Bartlett was conscious of a very close, warm air as they ascended the stairs, and which was almost overpowering in the room they entered.
Ciousin Lizzie bustled around, while Mrs. Bartlett removed her gloves and bonnet, and, discovering that there was no water in the pitcher, went down for some.
In her absence, Mrs. Bartlett hastened to one of the windows, and endeavored to raise it, but it was so firmly stuck someway that her strength was not equal to move it. She tried the other with better success. She leaned out and looked delightedly over the beautiful landscape, ana wondered, as she breathed the fresh air, why anyone should shut it out.
After some little delay, the eldest daughter returned with the water, and Mrs. lttrtletl mane a
hasty toilette,
the
supper-bell ringing before she had quite finished. Mr. and Mrs. Hughes were sincerely glad to see their cousin, and expressed regret that she seemed to have so little appetite bat Mrs. Bartlett was aware that the fried ham, not very light rolls, coffee, and one or two vegetable dished, would furiously interfere with her slumbers so she partook as sparingly as possible, and gave most of her attention to a glass of milk, although it was almost too warm to be very palatable. She was suprised to find none of the dishes, save good butter, which one usually expects to see on a country table, and could not help recalling the dainty evening meal at home, of iced tea, light bread, brown or white, and a dish of some seasonable fruit.
After supper, some domestic matters detaining Cousin Lizzie, Mrs. Bartlett found her way to the front porch, declining Etta's invitation to "walk in the parlor," for the sama close, shut up air which prevailed above stairs was also noticed in the parlor, evidently a room not often used or aired. When Mrs. Hughes joined her cousin on the porth, they soon fell into a chat about times past and present, and Mrs. Bartlett really enjoyed the evening. Though she at first wondered why Mr. Hughes did not make one of the company, this absence was explained by Mrs. Hughes, who remarked that he was always tired at night, and went to bed almost directly after supper.
When Mrs. Bartlett retired to her room, she found the open window had somewhat remedied the closeness of the apartment, but just now so vile an odor was arising from some reeking compost heap or pig-sty, that she was forced to close the window, her fears meanwhile vibrating between visions of tybpoid fever, diptberia and suffocation.
On approaching the bed, she found that she was doomed to spend that July night in the warm depths of a feather bed. To one accustomed to a springy mattresss, this was no bed of rest, but to lie on the soft couch in the ill-ventilated room, with tho thermometer somewhere in the eighties, was a refined species of torture. Mrs. Bartlett slept sometimes through the night, and a greater part of it she did not.
Two of the children brought up fresh water in tbe mqrning, and remained to witness Cousin Mary's toilete, Mrs. Bartlett inwardly resolving that another morning's ablutions phoula be performed in private, if there waa a lock and key in the door: a certain mother inh
Tbe Hughes' farm waa situated in a beautiful(conntry. There appeared to be charming walks and drives in the neighborhood, but Cousin LI trie had neither time nor taste for walking outride of her own yard, and Mr. Hughea always had tbe horses employed, so Mrs. Bartlett, if she took any out-door exercise at all, Was forced to content herself with tbe children'a company. After a few days, when the mutual interchange of inquiry waa over, and tbe various annoyances of housekeeping discussed, Mrs. Bartlett began to find (though she took herself to task for the diacovery) that she and Cousin Iizrie had net much in common ill thought and feeling as they once had.
Since their marriages, the cousins had both led busy Uvea, bat Mrs. Bartlett had "kept np" in many things, esin reading. Her misd, naturally and quick, nad grown more so in compaatottshlp with a cultivated husband. Mrs. Hughes on the contrary, had not only stood atill in intellectual purauita since becoming a wife and mother, bat had gone backwards, simply
content to be a housekeeper and nothing more to work physically, while her mind lay almost dormant, with little thought beyond the wants of her household. Her husband, a man of mediocre intellect, waa not one to lift his wife above her own narrow circle, and she fully realized (to her cousin) Tennyson's words, "As the husband is the wife is: thou art married to a clown And the grown ess of his nature shall have strength to pull thee down."
Mrs. Bartlett did not consider herself a sentimental woman, but, after talking with Mr. Hughes aa he sat at the table, often in his shirt sleeves, or smoking on the porch steps, she would take out a little velvet case ahe had in her trunk, eure have been so wicked as to want to taking care of his house." From the reader will infer that Mrs. Bartlett's vacation was having a strauge effect upon her.
Mr. Bartlett had suggested several books for his wife's reading during her visit, but she felt so confident that what with talks 'with Cousin Lizzie, walking and driving in cool, shady retreats,
On another occasion, when Mfsr Bartlett asked if she had ever read any of the English men of letters, she replied: "Read them, child! I expect not! I scarcely get a good chance to read my Bible. I nave never read much of anything since I was a housekeeper."
Mrs. Bartlett thought this a good opportunity to recommend one or two good household books, also The Housekeeper, as valuable aids to housekeeping and domestic matters.
Mrs. Hughes made no comment, but afterwards privately confided to her husband that she didn't beliove in this ftoofc-housekeeping, and sho didn't sup-
gose
tbiDgs were anything extra at ousin Alary's house, for all her fresh air and bathing aiyi dressing two or throe times a day in which opinion Mr. Hughes, who took no agricultural paper, nor looked particularly well after his fence corners, fully agreed, though he could not help but think Cousin Mary's fresh morulng dresses far prettier than the dark wrappers in which Mrs. Hughea usually made her appearance at all hours.
Mrs. Bartlett had intended to have a vacation of three weeks at the farm, but at the end of ten days was as homesick as any girl in her first exile to boardingschool. "I have rested enough I shall return on Tuesday," she wrote to Mr. Bartlett, on Friday. But, alas for her plans, on the preceding Saturday Mr. Hughes discovered that Dusiness would call him to a neighboring town to detain him over Tuesday, ana perhaps longer. It was necessary for him to take the wagon and horses. "Oh, well," said Cousin Lizzie, placidly, "You are not obliged to go on Tuesday, Cousin Mary. Just let Mr. Bartlett know you will be there Friday or Saturday."
Of course, Mrs. Bartlett quietly acquiesced in tlie change of her arrangements, but, as soon as she conveniently could, she made her way to her room, and, sitting down by the trunk as the nearest home object, indulged in a good
"ft,* bell ringing for supper aroused her, and, hastily bathing her face and arranging her hair, ahe prepared to go below. "Oh, dear!" she said to herself, "I believe I never, never will leave home again as for my foolish discontent, I think Hannah is a miracle of culinary skill, and there never were, I know there never will be, such a husband and children as mine."
Later in the evening, Mrs. Bartlett escaped from everyone, and setoff on a solitary walk down the shady road. She was listlessly gathering a flower here and there, when she neard the sound of wheels. Lookingup, she saw a buggy ap-
Eer
reaching her. -A sudden thought flushed cheek: "If that man lives in this neighborhood, I'll hire his buggy to get to thostation."
She quickened her pace tho occupant of the carriage did so, "also, drawing rapidly to her side. She looked up to see— her husband! "Why, Mary, cKllf," said Mr. Bartlett, "if you cry that way, I shall think you are sorry to see me thus end your vacation." "Don't talk to mo of vacations," said Mrs. Bartlett. "I'llnovergo to the country again for one—without you, at any rate. Ob, Henry, can we go homo tomorrow?" "We will go from here to sister Ellen's, where I left the children, for we are all going to have a vacation."
But none the less was she glad to return to the home-nest, and her every-day duticflt
And if there is any moral to my stery, it is that discouraged wives and mothers arc often made more contented with their lot by taking a vacation, be it pleasant or otherwise.
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should have but little chance for reading, so only a magazine or two found thpir way into her trunk. Sewing, Mr. Bartlett positively forbade being included in her packing.
She offered her assistance to Cousin Lizzie, in the line of plain sewing or fancy work, for her hands were aching for something to do, "How in the world you can do such fancy work and read as much as you say, and yet keep only one servant, passes my comprehension.". would Cousin Lizzie often exclaim.
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ter of 1881. Free to any address. Contains full description of all kinds of goodsj for personal and family use. We deal directly with the consumer, and sell all goods in any quantity at wholesale prices. You can buy better and cheaper than home. -Y\
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MONTGOMERY WARD CO.' 227 and 229 Wabash A venue, Chicago,111/
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The Great Vegetable Lh Corrector. It
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kind, its Main Ingredient is the CM»| eentrated Medical Principle of lh* Taraxicnm or
Dandelion.
TARAXim
It a Speeifle far all Diseases ariain JJeranyed IA,ver% liowelt, 8p* r* if or Kidney a. TARAXIKP
TARAXI1 Never fai to cure Chroi
Cures
Liver Com* plaint in all its Sta(j68» TAKAXmB Cures Habitual
Ague, Try
TARAXi Cures Dyspepsia
Constipation.
Indigestion
TARAXINj
It for Sale Jr»and
Ine Dealers,
Price, 50 Cie. and $1,001
Indianapolis, 1.
"DR. CLUM'S]
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CURING ALL DISEA^ Arising from Disordered Liver and Impure cleansing the System from all impuritieM moving nearly all dl*ea*e» that afnict man-
A turn enre for diseases of Liver and If also of Rheumatism and Neuralgia. Cora"1 of the choicest ingredients of the TCgeta dom.
REDWING, MINNEi
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DURIMG THE PAST TWO VEAK there has been aold, through our houws THREE THOUSAND bottled of CLI LIVER CATHARTIC," Wronger evi£ of
Prmularitv
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Hy Country Men »n«l My Women from* Coulry—Ai jom
Where yon will a!w*y» M*e beat A
MfJttABS, COFFFEES, TEA#, TABLE SUPPLI
And All Staple and Fancy Groceries,
At the tiowes Pricrn.
THE HIGHEST CASH PBit'£ PAID OK PKODfi.
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can from the depot, tell the condnelor, *top
KIPPETOE & MILLER'S "White Front," 647 and 649 Main
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