Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 24, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 December 1881 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE

WHEN I AM DEAD.

I do not want a gaping crowd

come with lamentations VWheii life basiled Kor would I have my words or ways Bahearsed, perhaps 'm id tardy praise,

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When I am dead.

I do not want irtrange, curious eyes Jft» scan my face-when Ktill It Ilea In silence dreud: Jtor do I want them, if they

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To teH my dc^is werejll or good, When I ain dead.

I only want the "very few*

Who'stood, through good and evil too, ,y, True friendship's teat Just they who Nought to find the And then,

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only true friend* cou

ForBftve the rest.

They who with sympathetic heart.

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hope and comfort to Impart When there wan life T*ot keeping all the tears and nigh*, Till weary worn-out nature die*,

And end* the strife||

I'd have them come, the "friendly few," And drop, perhaj*, a tear or two, By kind newt led Not many tears I'd have them shed. Nor do I want much sung or eaid,

When I am dead.

To have thcin each come In alone, And call me tide old sweet tone, Would Hult me best And then, without a Bob or moan, Go softly out anil iea\e filone

The dead to rent.

jout as I've lived, almost unknown, A life unmarked, obscure and lone, So let me die: Just one who Uvea and loved and died— A mound of earth and naught beside

Tell where lie.

Boston Globe.

A MAN'S LOVE.

Hans Behren's picturesque home was Jiish up among the lswlauds of the Hartz mountains. Loving his profession of forester for its own sake, his contentment and happiness in the position fate had assigned mm were complete nor had ho a shadow of an anxiety, save his own motherless child, Kathleen bad educated her in a city school, and during her abuoncc her piaoe bad been

of Hans' roster sister, who, appreBticed to his uncle, was also studying the profession of forester.

Since Kathleen's return a strong attachment had grown up between the oousins, and Hans was glad to think that a young man he liked so much might become his son-in-law aud relieve olni of ail further aire for his daughter. He therefore brought the young people together as much as he could, and now that a professional opening offered itself in a station some twenty milos distant, he hastened to secure it for Fritz, thus putting him in the road for further promotion.

As for the young man, though it separated him from his love, it made him glad, for would it not sooner bring them together? It wan not an advancement to marry on, but ifc was a step in that direction, and ho was pleased and hopeful to have got so far.

So ho had gathered his slender possesions, and in a few days he was to dopart for his now home, so dear in all its associations.

It WHS then that lie resolved not to leave Kathleen without speaking his mind, aud securing his happiness from her own lips, lie'had been working steadily all tho Summer's afternoon in the forost, when he saw hor coming toward him with bunch of white violets in hor hands. *\Seo, Fritz," she said, "what a lot of dear violets I havo found. Of all the flowora they are my favorites they are so lovely, so unambitious. All unlike yourself in that," she added, with a radiant mile. ,, "Do you dislike my ambition, Kathleen no askod. "No," she answered, a little sadly, "though it Is taking you away from •eg."

Anchor whose sake do you think I am going? For whom do you think I work so hard ho asked eagerly. "How can I tell?" she said saucily but mooting tho gaze of his deep blue eyensho dropped her head and blushed. "Do v»u «*afe to know he resumed, advancing a step nearer to her, and Miiali.g the hand hanging listlessly at berslue, whllo she buried her blushing fact* in tho other, that held the flowers, neither speaking nor stirring. She knew what was coining she longed for it, yet slie dreaded it but she seemed rooted to tie spot by some magic spell. "Knthleon, I lovo you—I want to make you my wife. I seek some position where I could otter you as comfortable a homo as the one you would leave, for I would not think it honorable to ask you to share a less comfortable one but once I havo attained such a position, and a range of my own, '.nn you not glvo me a hope. Kathloen, that you will so supremely bless my life? Ah! answer me,

But she did not answer him a w*rd,

him.

lovo yoti, Frit*," ?he murmured,

his new station. It* was'a full month l*»fort lie found an opportunity to revisit bis old home. All was it* be, had loft it, except Kathleen, and she seemod

dor mnwfS' from Kathleen. But one autumn day he received two tettora. The one in the cramped band writing of his did master he laid aside to

pregnated with snow, the vegetation stunted and overgrown with lichen ana mosses, which are swept nine months in the year by Wintry blasts. Far above the line of flowenr meads or thriving corn fields this dreary borne of cold weather harbored only stunted trees, starved sedges or hardy lichen. His nearest neighbors would be five hours distant, in a small mining town, and the weatber is seldom propitious for such intercourse. "Will Kathleen be happy there was bis only thought as for himself, he thrilled with life and delight at the prospect of so lonely a position with ner.

He stretched hunself up to bis full sturdy height and kissed the totter which brought him prospects of so great happiness. With his bronzed checks, his deep, piercing blue eyes, shadowed c~ over-haiiging brows which gave to face a grave expression, Fntz linden was a fine looking man, and one not to be easily swerved from bis steady pur pose.

Full of eager joy for himself and heaicmderati he

Staling consideration for Kathleen, opened the other letter, and as his eyes flew over its pages his mouth set and his face grew hard and ashy pale. When he had come to the end he crushed the letter savagely in his hand, and, lifting his sugar loaf shaped green huntman's hat from off a brow whose fairness contrasted strangely v$th the bronzed cheek beneath, he mattered to himself

From that day forth Fritz Lenden ha lived in the lonely forester's lodge, an _. since that day there has passed nine long, uuoventfnl years. Old Hans Behrens had died before the fust one was out, and Fritz was left without affriend in the world. He did his duty scrupulously and conscientiously, and was respected and feared by his dependents, but no ono came nearer the lonely man during all those long years. His charities were enexhaustible, aud he was kind and sympathetic if anyqjtie was siok or in trouble, but be was none the less unapproachable and cold, never relaxing in his cold demeanor, nor has bis grief grown less by brooding over it as the weary years passed slowly away. One day sped with him like another. A frugal breakfast at daylight and an equally frugal repast at night, after which be read and studied until ten, then went to bed. There were almost never any visitors to the isolated Forathaus, and his visits to the nearest town were too rare and too brief to encourage sociability with his neighbors there.

The beginning of the Winter ol 18— saw the snow set in earlier and more stormily than usual, and after a steady fall for ten days it lay so high upon the ground that the only way out of the house was by its roof. This was not unusual, and after it hardened over the inmates turned out to their several vocacatious as though they challenged so slight a thing to incommode them.

One night it began to snow again and tho wiud howled aud beat against the house as though it would wrench it from the flrme.st clamps and chains, and level it at one gust. Fritz had been belated at work with some of his men that night, and as they were fighting their way slowly and painfully through the storm and darkness be had Suddenly stumbled against a crouching object half buried iu the snow, which, when extricated, proved to be a woman clutching a

But she old not answer mm a w*ro, .nrfi mail unnMranMs only buriod her face deeper in the fra-

grant flowers but neither did she resist him when, putting Iwth his arms around her, h« drew her closer to liirn, holding hor In his strong embrace and pressing passionate kisses on her bowed head. "8p«Hk to me, love," be whispered "only ono tiny word, Ivathloeu."

her arms, and to all appearances

dead. The men hastily improvised a litter out of one of their wraps, aud shortly afterward they were standing in the dark passage of the Forsthaus, and Frits was giving directions to his female servants, commanding that a warm room

^TS^«ir^th»w* .«- be made reedy and all the restoratives applied to tbe unfortunate

travelers, if uapply they might still be brought back to life. Tho child," he said, "is already show

and' get something hot to drink.Witb your tippers.' And so he turned the woman over to bis female servants. Had the unfortunate been a man, Frit® would have been st his bedside: but be avoided wornand wtteh a case as this had not oc-

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strain which he had never noticed be- cauie iu and repor^^that we womaa fore. When he spoke to I fans about it, J!L ifj the latter pooh poohed it, saying that it

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wran the way with girls, and that ap- one should make bis way to the MMprottcbing matrimony always sobered est station, the next day, and fetch a docftWguwh (OP*

And although Fritt left bis old home this woman lay in his bouse with a certain anxious foreboding, youth ^^ng b^ween llfe and death. ^Daiiy It no hopsful and love wo trustful that be Inquired for her, Mid allowed bis two hi* fears wws soon soothed, if not entire- woman servants u» giveuptbdrwhole ly forgouon, by the friendly letters which ti^tonu^ngber and Uwchild. but h« received every week from old Hans, otherwise she did uot interfile wits bis full of accounts of their welfare and ten- lite.

Once the child bad run in bis way, holding out its arms in astonishment and

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^.. .^...t at the forester's gay trapplngm, but Friu had passed bee by

to Urn"second, bearing a how govern- gloomily, and j^rnly ordered that mml seal, engerlv open. Here at last every care and attention should be towns his dream realised, for bis promotion had come. He was offered the for-

est of Langemfetd, with a good income and oertaln privileges on account of his kmely position.

For ft ww lonely, high op in the moorlands, whew the air is always im-

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solemn yowl and, throwing the letter far from him, he ffroveiled on the earth In a passionate outburst of tears.

The letter that changed the whole current of Fritz's being ran thus: "My Beloved Son—Where shall I find words to break so grievous news to you, for the grief is your's, poor boy, as wellai mine. Our Kathleen is ours no longer. Yeaterday she disappeared with tho young Herr von Dona. All I can learn is that he has been seen much with her lately in the woods and they were recognized at the I— Station together. So it all ends. To havo deceived not only her doting old father, but also her affianced husband, shows a lack of feeing ahd honor which 1 can never forgive, no more than you can, my poor Fritz, so we must neither attempt to follow nor to bring her back to us. She is dead to us, and henceforth I have only you, my dearly loved son to loan upon. Come to me when you can leave, for tho He' blow is mortal, and I feel I have not long to totter under its crushing woight.

We can but grieve together, so coine to your affectionate uucle, I I Hams Bhjhkhhs."

So there was a quiet meeting of the two men struck by the same blow the one brought so much nearer to his grave by it, the other having formed thioujr1* it a grave for his pride, bopes aud yout V.ii. tka mant. nnuit.ini

Fritz accepted the government position for what place could be too isolated, too lonely for him now? He craved some savage spot wheroin to hide his grief, where he could pass the rest of his days far from a world he had always found so treacherous. "Fritz," old Hans had said, parting with his nephew, "if she ever crosses your path In the future, when I am dead and Kone» deul kindly with her for my sake, if you cannot for your own. And now farewell, and may we know resignation, if happiness is denied us, my son." "Amen J" Fritz answered solemnly, as he gave his uncle the desired promise*

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stowed on her, but she must be kept out of his way." And it never happened again.

After months of Utqms and convalescence, the sick woman was at last completely iwtonod to health, and with her restoration Spring bad also set in, and

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY JBVENIKG MAIL

die became anxious to proceed on her

going she craved permission to

see the master and thank mm in person, and though warned and dissuaded by all the inmates of the Forthaus, she conld not be induced to leave without doing so.

So one evening at twilight, just after his return, as he was disencumbering himself of his gun, a timid tap was heard at the door of his room, and the interloper being bid to enter, a woman softly opened the door and crossed the threshold. "Who is it?" Fritz asked, standing with his back to the window, examining his gun. "The woman whom yop have been sheltering so long, sir. May I not be privileged to speak to you, or to thank you?" "J have done no more than common humanity demanded, and I do not like to be thanked," answered the master, turning about to look at her. But when be did so he gasped and stood spellbound.

The last ray of the falling light fell on her slender figure, partially turned aside from him. His eyes caught the superb outline of shoulders, bust and waist, revealed by the close-fitting black dress, and the great knot of bright hair drawn back from tshe pale cheek and coiled beheld. With a wild bound Fritz was at her side, and she turned her face toward him. "Kathleen! My God! is it you?"

"Fritz!" she stammered, turning deadly pale "not Fritz Lenden?" "It is,'" he said, turning away from hor, his face hardening. "Now that you are here, it is well, and I can deliver tho message your dead father left for yon." "My father dead! this also!" And she feet

'shegasped. "OGod, fell fainting at bis

Fritz turned and looked at her, and then, as if afraid of himself, strode to the bell rope, and summoning a servant with apparent unconcern, bade him remove the fainting woman to her department, ordering that should she ask fora message from nim she should be given a note he would presently write, aud then be sent on her way with every comfort and dispatch.

Poor Kathleen! her father dead, hijr one refuge gone, to wbom, like a prodigal, she was returning to crave forgiveness, and pray him to grant a home and his blessing, If not to her, at least to her unoffending child. Where should she now turn? Led away by childish vanity, she had listened to the promises of the young Count Dona thai he would make her a lady and elevate her to his owti rank. Firmly believing the mock ceremony that bad taken place to have been a true marriage, on his subsequent desertion and her consequent cruel disillusion, she had bravely struggled to ain hor own and her child's living, and or years had sought, by steady work and eAmplary conduct, to deaden the shame that preyed upon her heart, till her story becoming known in the little commuuity where she had sought refuge, she was forced £n her despair to go away, which led her to seek once more the love and protection of her father's roof.

Without taking into account the rigorous season of the year, the.impassable state of the roads, or her own slender resources, she hastily put together her few belongings, and with her child in her arms had set forth in a eonditlon off half dream, with only sense enough, to cover her little one from the eolcL and to ask her way till, wandering she knew n«t how long, the snow clogged her footsteps, the chill air benumbed her. and she knew nothing till she found herself in the forester's house. "Fritz's boose," she moaned, as she lay prostrate on her bed in an agony of grief and de-

*As she lay thus, BarWitk. the selrlflit. came into the room, carrying the child in her arms. 1 /'Madame," she said, "the little ohe is surely very sick her face burns With fever, and sheis moaning, as if in pain. See, she does not even ask to go to you."

Kathleen was at her side instantly. She seized the child, and pressed it convulsively to her heart. "Oh, my darling,' she cried, "do not you, too, leave me! Barbara," she said, addressing the woman, "I can not have her sick. I must leave this honso this very night. I must go." "Then, Madame, you will imperil the little one's life, for she is sickening of somo child's illness, and will require careful nursing and rest. Tho Herr Forrster will never allow you to go, Madame. You do not know how good ho is. If he knows tho child is sick he will insist on your remaining." And before Kathleen could prevent her the woman had gone.

Kathleen knelt by the bed, encircling hor child in her arms. Presently a firm step passed along the floor. She did not need to look up." She knew who stood there. "Kathleen," he said, and his voice sounded softer^and huskier than it had the short hour before—"Kathleen, you must stay. You must not imperil your child's life by.going. We shall not meet any more than we did before, for had you not sought me, we bad neither of us known that the same roof sheltered US tWO." :A

There was silence tn tho room, save for the little one's moans then: "If you have any—any one—whom vour long absence will render anxious, I will send a messenger, if you will tell me to whom."

The great beads stood on Fritz's forebead. It had cost him much to say this. "I have no one but my child."

A thrill of joy transfixed the forestat this answer. He steadied bis voico.

You are, then, a widow? She raised her bead slowly, with her eyes on his, which watched ner with a nameless fascination. "I was never wife," ahe said, "but I believed I was," and dropped ber head again.

He stood in silence over her. His firm mouth worked omiftously be jjenched his hands some storm was brewing within him, but he beat it down. Finally he said gravely: "The doctor will be here to-morrow, Kathleen. Your child shall lack for notbibg. Mav she be spared to you. Farewell!" fie turned to leave the room. "FriU," she cried, holding out ber clasped hands imploringly toward him 'Fntal

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.iti* do not leave me for she felt this to be a farewell forever, and ret she felt that be loved her still, and ate clung to blm and could not bear that be should leave ber thus.

He paused with his band on the lock of the door. Then, coming toward ber and resting it gently on ber bead—1"Hush," bnsadd, "yon will disturb your child,** and opening the door, be quietly left the room.

After this Frits' went steadily and sternly about bis daily work. He never saw Kathleen, but be understood that a fearful time was ensuing, and that she was battling with death Tor the posses* sion «f her child, whose disease had been pronounced scarlet fever, of the most virulent type. He loved ber blindly, madly the very sight of ber had brought

him back from death to life he knew ber to be free, and yet be hesitated. How could he forget all that was past, with the child always before him. The child might die! This thought he brooded over till it became his one hope and desire.

One day Fritz met Kathleen the passage. He was startled by the marked change in her. Her face was wan and

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inched with care her eyes, unnaturally were dim and sunken wiUi sleeplessness and weeping. Her whole aspect was piteous. She clung for support against the walls as she stumbled along.

Wnen Fritz saw her grief, he really hen felt ashamed of his

•grief!

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his generous nature sprang up iu love and protection toward her and tier little one. "Kathleen," bo said, taking her hand "Kathleen, let me nurse your child with you. I have had much experience with the sick I may be able to nelp you."

She opened the door noiselessly, and drew him into the room. The nurse who was watching the child motioned them to be quiet, and as the mother took her place beside the coucb, whispered, "She sleeps—this is the crisis," and left the room.

Kathleen' quietly knelt down by the bedside, leaning her wan cheek on the child's little hand. A lovely, tender expression rested on her face. She was praying.

Fritz stood beside ber and looked on. The child's little face, which he had last seen so radiant and sunny, was wan and death-like. The beautiful flaxen hair was hanging over the pillow, damp and matted, while the breath came so softly that she hardly seemed to breathe at all.

His breast heaved, and the scalding tears chased one another down his cheek—the first he had shed since he had learned Kathleen's untruth toward him.

And so the hours passed in silence, while a blessed hope and joy crept into Fritz's heart for was he not there alone with his beloved and the little one whose life he now craved as much as he had hitherto wished for its death?

At the first streak of dawn the child opened her eyes. "Mother," she said, softly.,, vt .s

Kathleen arose "Saved!" she cried. "Oh, mercifulGod, I thank Thee." "Amen!" a deep voice answered behind her. i, 1 "Fritz! you here?" "I have been her all night, my love. My prayers also have gone up to Heaven with vours for the recovery of your —our child. May it not be so, Kathleen?" 8U& disengaged one hand from the childwoeck and passed it around his, while she laid the other, clasping the tiny, hand, into his open palm. "Ye«, ours," she murmured "our white violet."

A GIRL'S PROMISE.

"And you propose to stand by what you say, "sir "Exactly, George." AS*

Then sileuce fell between the two men for the space of a few moments. It was the old story—the useless petition of poverty-stricken youth asking of wealthy old age the hand of beauty.

GeorgeSantley had loved pretty Esther Dana from his childhood up, and Esther had returned his love in full measure, but whon the decisive momept oame and he asked old Farmer John for his daughter, then he was told that he was too poor to be aspiring.

After staring for awhile in dumb despair at

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hard-featured farmer where

he sat in his great chair beside the sunny window, George plucked sufficient courage toask: "And is my poverty the only objection* you have to owning me for a son in-law,sir?" "That's about the long and short of it, my boy, was the prompt response "I bad to make a neit before I caught my bird, and I don't quite see why other men should not do the same." "Quite right, sir," said the young man, bflghtening a little "but may I ask how wealthy I must be before I can propose for Esther?"

Farmer John stroked his chin, with a covert smile playing about his weatherbeaten features, and, drawing from his pocket an envelope which contained a $100 bill, the price of some land which had been sold that day, he displayed the crisp note. "When you can show 100 greenbacks like that, I'll part with my daughter." "All right, sir good-bye." "Where are you going?" "West." "God bless you. Good-bye.

And so they parted and so lightly did the old man think of bis harsh treatment that, listening to the drone of the honey-bees in the rose tree outside the window, he fell asleep in the sunshine, his arm resting upon thte window-sill, the envelope containing the 9100 bill in bis hand.

Meanwhile George had hurried to the trysting-place, down at the stile in the meadow, and had told Esther his sad

wfcen she heard that he was going so far away from her the girl burst Into tears. "Esther, Esther, darling, don't cry." George faltered. "Can't yon be true to me till I come again "lean and I will!" was the passionate reply. "Promiseit,dear!" "George, I promise it on my life!"

The shades of the Summer evening were closing in as George Santley stood at the door of the cottage which had been his home, and held his mother in his arms.

Scarcely were the last farewells spoken when the garden gate clanged-and the Constable of the village strode up the

^•'George," the man said, regretfully, "I must arrest you." Mrs. Saniley uttered a low cry, put thevoungman laughed. "Is this some joke, Mr. Hardy?" he cried "arrestme—for what?'' "For theft."

Like a man he faced the disgrace, and was cool

and

So he went West with a heavy heart, to seek his fortune, knowing that ont of all hia lifelong friends, Esther and bis mother alone deemed him guiltless of the galling charge against his name and honor.

A year went round, and it was already tbe Springtime of another, and Esther prayed dsy and night for the welfare and success of her absent lover.

The only happy moments of her life were when she sat with the widow Santley and talked of George.

Oh, how happy the poor boy might have been coma he have heard those two loving women talk of him, and have known tbe depth of their trusting affection!

Returning from the oottage, one afternoon, Esther met her father upon the verandah. "Esther," the old man said, "I want to speak to you. I have decided to overhaul the old house, furnish it up a bit, and lay in a stock of new furmtnre."

Esther glanced up in surprise "I don't see the use of it, father," she said. •'Don't you. sis?" with a sly wink "and do you think the old place is fit for the wedding of the richest girl in Mayville?" "My wedding, father?" gasped Esther. "Certainly, why not? I've always thought Dr. Bell was sweet on you, and to-day he asked me for you. 1 couldn't be better pleased to "Father! Hush, I cannot marry Dr. Bell." "Why not?" "BecauseI can never love him!" "Oh. that's all right! In the meantime I'll have the carpenters round in the morning, and throw out a bay-win-dow in the sitting-room."

And with a jovial laugh the old man sauntered down the steps and away through the sunshine.

Up in her chamber, that night, Esther stood at the window and raised a pale, tear-wet face to the twinkling stars. "I will die first," she murmyred, resolutely, "for I have promised George that I would be true to him, and I will not break that promise."

Bright and early upon the following morning she appeared at breakfast, apa though lier father eyed her keenly, he never mistrusted the conflict she had been waging through the hours of the previous night.

With a shudder of horror, Esther heard the carpenters begin work at the sittingroom window, and while her father stood in front of the house planning some alterations with the architect, she fled up to her room to stifle hor misery by reading George's last letter the twentieth time.

Scarcely had she concluded the perusal of the first page, when a rap came upon the door, and upon opening it, Esther encountered the maid-of-all-work. "Please Miss Esther," the girl said, extending something in her hand "the, carpenters just found this when they tore away the mop-board uuder the sit-ting-room window."

Esther took the object, uttered a wild cry, and darted down the stairs. "Father, father, look!" she screamed "George is innocent!"

With a puzzled air the farmer took tho dirtv envelope and with trembling fingers "extracted a mildewed note for *100. "Slipped out, of my fingers and into that pesky crack!" he gasped. "By Jove, irtNir wouldn't 1 «ive if that poor boy wwfrere now! l^d give you to him without one cent, for the wrong I've djonerhim!"

In bis bewilderment the old fellow did not notice the stir beside him, and when he raised his eyes at last, lo! there stood George Santley, with Esther tightly clasped in his arms! "Your wish is granted, sir," exclaimed the yoiing man: "the boy is here, but not poor. There aro the bills you wanted to see before I could claim Esther.''

But Farmer John pushed aside the proffered wallet, and faltered brokenly: "Say no more about it, George: take her, she's yours, and may Heaven for-

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ive me, ahu bless you both. Now see Mr. What's-yer-name, I want you to get through with these improvements in double-quick time, for there going to bo a wedding hero next week!"

Mr. John D. Brothers, of Portsmouth, O., writes: "Two years 'ago I suffered from a severs attack of malarial fever: I was brought very low to death's door: I had never fully recovered, and often was distressed with bilicusness, headache, sinking chills, night sweats, indigestion and painful urination. About two months ago I noticed an advertisement of Brown's Iron Bitters in a Cincinnati paper. From the first It seemed to be just the medicine I bad long needed. I am now just as strong aud hearty as a buck, and weigh nearly one-half again as much as I did three month, ago."

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"Tbeftof what?" V* "Of a $100 bank not®." "From whomfH "Farmer Dana." "Merciful Heaven! "Mrs. Dana says that you were the only person who kuew he had the no«e in bis possession, and thal after yon bad called uponhim be fell asleep when be awoke the note was gone." "Why should be accuse me tbe young man cried, indignantly. "Begins* an hour after yon left the farm you purchased a ticket for Nevada with a $100 bill." "Rnt the money was mine. "Ah, lmt MrJDana haa identified the Mil Ma. I'm afraid, George, you mnst come to the lock-up with me until yon can have an examin^J*.

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Wont!* that have been bed-ridden for years have been entirely cured of female weakness by tbe use of Lydla E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Send to Mrs. Lydfi E. Pinkbam, 383 Weston Avenue, Lynn, Masa., for pamphlets.

A CARD.

To all who art nArloi from the errors and tadiscreUofes of youth, nervous weaksen, early decay, lav of manhood, A&, I will send a recipe thai will cure you, FREE OF CHARGE, This great remedy was discovered by a mlwtonary in South America. Bead a seif-a&lreased envelope to the Rev. Joseph T. Inman, Station P. New York City. nS am.

Sbiee the dajrs Of Htppocratas no remedy has obtained so boundless confldenoe

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or conferred on mankind so estimable a blessing as swayne's Ointment. rj

"Certainly the best remedy ever In nay practloe." G. \V. Ctuton,M. D.of Vermont.

ItcnresTettus,Itch,. Salt Rheum, Scald Head, Barbers Itch, Sores,. Scaly, Crusty, Itehs Skin Eruptions and that terrible malady,"Itching Piles." The symptoms of

which are moisture I llke perspiration, inS tense itching—poxU-

calarly at night after I getting warm, which S feels as if pin worms were-crawling in and about the lectum.

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Tho private parts are -often aliected. For this or any skin disease Swayne's Oint* ment is sugMor to I any urticl^pin the the market. 5SH»% hk~" s-iSrefti' 'Mi "ihave sufltered 25 I years from Itching, ^Pilesjconsulted many physicians and used many remedies bnt v. found no permanent until I used swayne's |Ointmont." Geo.

Simpson, Neyr. 2ia ven.Ct.

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sure Cure for the blind, bleeding, itching and ulcerated plies has been discovered by Dr. Williams (an Indian remedy), called Dr. Williams' Indian Ointment A single box has cured the worst chronic eases of 25 and 80 years' standing. No one need Kuffi-r live minutes after applying this wonderful soothing medicine. Lotions, instruments and eleotuaries do more harm ihan good. Williams' Ointment absorbs the tumors, allays tho intense itching (particularly at night after get- 'v# ting warm in bed), acts as a jouUioe givea Instant and painless relief, and is prepared 1 only for piles. Itching of the private parts and nothing else. ks..,

Read what the Hon. J. M, 06fflnberry. of Cleveland, says about Dr. willlnmV Indian Pile Ointment: "I have used scores** pile cures, audIt affords me pleasure U*ay that 1 havo never found anything which gn ve such immediate relief as J)r. Williams'. Indian 4, Pile Ointmeut." Tj

For sale by* all druggists, Or mailed On re-

ceipt of price, $1.00. flENRY A DAVIES, Prop's, nh Cr.KVBiiANn, Omo.

Diarrhoea,Dyspepsia, or O* WJtRVOUS POWER,

Are positively cured by Fellow's Compound' Syrup of Hypophosphltes. As phosphorus enters no largely Into the animal economy, it becomes pur excellence the best vehicle with which to Hssoclate the other vitalizing Ingredients of healthy Rlood.. Nerve and Muscle. In Fellow's Hyrup of Hypophosphltes aro combined all the sonstance found necessary to Insure robust health, and whereas it was Invented with a view to supply every deficiency, it certainly has preformed somo wonderful cures.

Manchester, N. H., June 18,1880*

Mr. James I. Fellows. Dear Sir: I wish to acknowledge the great beneilt I have received from the use of ''Fellows'Compound Syrup of Hypophosphltes'" I have been an invalid for nearly two years, with a bronchial affection that had become chronic. In the Fail of 1H781 had a physician eighty davs in succession, besides the counsel of several others. They gave me but little encouragement, some of theni none. Last July I was advised to give your remedy a trial. I did so and in less tliun one week there was a marked improvement for the better. I havo continued its use from that tune until the present, Improving all the tunc, and lean truthfully s»y I am more than a hundred percent, better than when I commenced Its use. I have increiwed in weight aboufourteen pounds, and my cough, which was fearful, has nearly disappeared. I believe had it not been for your Hyrup, should ere this had been beyond t*"

Do not le deceived by remedies bearing a similar name no other preparation Is a substitute forthis under any clrcumstrncns.

FOR SALE BY ALL DHUOGIHT.

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DR. J. B. MARCHI8I,

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