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THE MAIL
A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.
TERRB HAUTE, DBC. 17, 1881
ONLY A GLIMPSE
There's a face In the mirror of loveliness rare, Encircled by round, dimpled arms, nreetly bare, Wblte fingers, pink-tipped, bide and seek in ber hair,
A-laking ft off for tbe night, There'* a pair of brown cye«, rather sleepy, it's tine. Red cheek* tnal outrival tbe peaches in hue A mouth made of rosebuds and holding a few
Bent hairpins tweenteeth pearly white. Thereaflutterof white angel wings, I suppose. A dropping of shoos and shaking of hose A patter of little bare feet and ten toes,
A ronnin' across the floor.
Then darkncro-a ghost kneellhg down by tbe bed Tbe tiniest prayer that ever was said, A pnlling or blankets all over tbe heKl,
And a sweet little musical snore.
The Novelist.
SILVER TONGUE
-OR-
The Witgh of the Backwoods.
BT COL. LAWRBNCK LBSC.IB,
Author of "Fire Trail,""Witch of the Wave,1 "Hazard," "Tiger Hunters," etc., etc.,
CHAPTER I.
A TKAMKDY AT THIS CORN-HUSKING.
Heavy clouds were sailing over the heavenM, obscuring the moonlight, now and then. A breeze rustled the dry forest leaves, which wore rapidly turning crimson, yellow, and russet brown under the influence of the frosty air.
It was glorious October, and after tbe cool snap had come the famous Indian Summer peculiar to Amorlca, which in its turn would eventually be succeeded by the cold and dismal days of Novem ber, when tho breeze that gently murmured now, and carried tho rustling leaves to tbe moss-covered earth, would howl through the bare branches of the trees as if a legion of demons had been let loose.
In the early settlements, Indian Summer was always a season or great joy, for by that time tneir crops had oeen gathered iu, and husking-parties, apple-par-ings, and kindred amusements were the oraer of the hour.
Rumors had gone out that the red men, influenced by renegades and others, wore about to break out into open warfare, but most of the inhabitants paid but little heed to these tales, deeming themselves too strong to fear the Indians.
It is in moments of fancied security that the blow falls with ten-fold force, and perhaps it was well for the inhabitants of Kawlinstown that some of their number wore disposed to distrust the savages.
On this night, most of the settlers had gathered at the house of John Lee, where a huHking-bec, the first of the season, was in progress. There was quite a largesized barn back of thelog house, and this was brilliantly illuminated with all manner of lanterns,
A large pile of freshjy-liutked corn heaped tig hlistllv make ready for the jollifications.
was heap _r barn-floor was beln
up in the^tgrner, and the stlly cleared to
For days past the good women of the house had boon preparing for the occasion, aud the long table fairly groaned with goocl things in tbe shape of turkeys, chickens, sandwiches, pies, doughnuts, and other articles almost without number. 11A rude platform had been erected at one end of the barn by placing a board upon several home-made cider barrels, and upon this were seated the musicians of tho evening,—an Irishman and a negro.
There had always been a great spirit of rivalry between the O'Rafferty and Old Dandy Black. This had grown so strong, eventually, that the negro had challenged the Irishman to a bloodless duel, the said contest to take place in an isolated log hut, and the weapons to be flddlos.
Tho two men wore locked in by their friends, and played steadily away all the livelong day.
As night caineon, the wondering and amusod people outsldo departed to their homos, unci neither of the duelists seemed to havogono under as yet, although several of the listeners beyond tho door felt themselves growing faint after listoulng to the execrable music for an hour.
Early in tho morning some of the settlers approached the lone cabin. To their astonishment the squeaky notes of a badly misused fiddle reached their oars, and' they recognized the familiar air of "Money-musk," mingled with variations from "Old. Zip Coon" and "Arkansas Traveler," as if the musician had become pretty badly mixed up after the long strain.
Upon opening the door, it was a comical sight that greeted their eyes. Dand Black lay upon the floor,snoring loudly, and seated astride his body was the red-haired O'Rafferty, his eyes half .closed, and his bow trembling along the well-worn strings of his deadly instrument,
The negro was very humble after that, and acknowledged himself beaten, so that in the future he was well content to play "second fiddle," which probably accounts for that time-honorra expression.
To the lads and lasses, the strains that came from this team of musicians, when they put heart and soul into their work, were simply Immense, and soon the shuffling of feet announced that the frolic had begun.
A youuk man stood near the opening at the side of the barn, through which the cool night breese w* coming, and with his arms folded across his breast, silently watched the gay, ever-shifting •cone.
He was a finely-formed fellow, and with a face which, if not actually handsome, was at least manly and preposwmlng.
Jatek Winthrop was known In the backwoods as a most remarkable shoot-
er. His eye was as quick as that of an eagle, and his their aim.
homeapui in which
thought of everywhere, and had bnt few foes. Until about a year previous to the opening of our story be bad been ignorant of his history, and then, as strange things came to his ears, he besought his god-father to tell him the whole unvarnished truth, which Mr. Winthrop did.
There were a few little mementoes left, which the settler hoped would some day assist in establishing the identity of the boy. Jack spent many hours gazing upon these relics of that terrible time.
There were the little child's garments, such as a boy some two years old would have worn. These were handsomely made, and it was certain that Jack came of good parentage. Many a time the tears came into his eyes as he reflected upon the fate of the mother whose loving hands had fashioned these boy's garments.
Besides these there was a locket that had been suspended around his neck by a ribbon. On one of the ivory plates inside there was painted a boy's face, evidently his own, as his god-father said it was a perfect picture of what he looked like at that time, even to the leng flaxen curls. Underneath the head was the name John.
The opposite picture was the sweetest little girl's face one could well imagine. There was such a tender light in the blue eyes, and the hair seemed like spun gold. Well inp, Fairy,
eyes, a
pld. Jwell had they named the little dar
Ibis was doubtless his sister. How often had the young fellow looked at the fair face and wept over it to think that he should never see her, and never know his own name. It was a sacred thing with him. Other eyes than Lena uel Winthrop's and his own bad not looked upon this treasure since himself and it had been found together in the forest.
Since hearing the truth there had been a great change in Jack. Heretofore he had been the life of the village, but from a gay, thoughtless young fellow, he had become a quiet, reserved, meditative man
So he stood, on this evening, silently watching a scene in which he had no part
There was another reason why Jack should feel downcast. For some vears past, Hetty Blanchard, the belle of the settlement, had been his sweetheart. He had boldly won her regard, and had seemed determined to keep it against all rivals.
At one time there had come from one of the large cities, far away toward the region of the rising sun, a dashing young fellow by tbe name of Adolphus Sprague. Sprague had seemed determined to win the backwoods belle, and was always at her side, in spite of the frowna he received from others among her lovers.
Hetty was only a girl. She thought there was no one In the world like Jonn -op. bbt that was no reason she should tell him so. There could be no harm in a little flirtation with this handsome young fellow who flattered so deto Hetty's expectation, John
lightedly. Contrary did not show his jealousy, but began to rather marked attentions to Nancy Allen. Dismayed at this turn of affairs. Hetty was becoming very penitent, and would have sought a reconciliation, only it was brought about in another way. "She was out gathering forest leaves in company with Adolpnus, when suddenly, with a tremendous war-cry, a
Sicketpainted
ballets seldom missed
dad in a suit, half buckskin, half doth, be pud upon a scene hfch he had no pari. The young man had a singular history. He Lived with old Lemuel Wiathrop, and was called bi* son, but It was w*»U known throughout the region that he was astray wait
Many rears before them hid been a terrible umwtro of a band of emigrants who were on the road to Rawlinavilie. and about this time Mr. Winthrop found Jack in the forest: so It was that he was the sole survivor of tbemaa•scro*
He had grown up In the cabin of the old bachelor, who loved him as a son Indeed, the young fellow was we
eat Indian sprang out of the and oarno toward them with huge bounds.
To her amazement the painted Warrior suddenly came to a stand-still, and broke out into peals of laughter. Then the truth broke in upon her mind. It was only John Winthrop, up to some of Ills tricks.
At first she thought she would be indignant, but as the .ludicrous side of the matter came before her eyes, she could not help joining iu his merriment. She was sure now at any rate that John cared for her, or else he would not have gone to all this trouble.
Adolphus was laughed at so much that he was forced to leave the settlement, vowing vengeance on John Winthrop, which, however, he was hardly liable to
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a time affairs between John and the belle of the settlement went on swimmingly. Then came the revelation of his aoopted father. This made him very thoughtful, and Hetty, misunderstanding It all, and thinking that her lover was one of those who value things only when they have considerable trouble to keep them, determined to make him jealous, so she accepted other company.
Tbe young man looked at it in a different light, however. He was very sensitive. Hetty had heard the story of his life, and had some objection to mar"ng a man who really did not know own name. Very well, then, he would not be the one to press an unweloome suit.
So John stood upon his dignity, and saw Hetty monopolized by Harry Cline. Harry was a young man of the settlement, and well liked. He was not as tall as Jack, but in other respects resembled him not a little.
The young girl knew not what to make of the strange actions on the part of the man she loved. Had he become disgusted because she tried to make him jealous? Her heart sank like lead at tbe thought.
Of course the young folks, who had looked upon the matter as settled between Jack and Hetty, marveled at this sudden change, and tbey could only suppose that a quarrel had occurred that threatened to separate them forever.
Jack, being engaged with bis thoughts, looked gloomy enough, but Hetty disguised nor feelings as only a girl could, although, time and again, she would And herself looking at John, whose back happened to be turned to her, and the happy look faded entirely from her face.
Naturally It was a matter of considerable speculation among the young people, who took sides upon the question, John's comrades declaring that it most have been Hetty's flirting with Harry Cline that brought on the quarrel, while tb« young girls avowed just as emphatically that John surely must have oeen the one to blame, he looked so aolien, and had been such a bear for months hack.
But the sightof one discontented face could not put a damper on their sport, and the dancing went on Just as lively as
Hetty daaeed with Harry Cline more than with all the others pat together, The reason of this was thai be was persistent, and being good company, she accepted his attentions to please her-
self 'and gratify her lore ot pleasure, at the same time she could while show
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John that because he chose to desert her, she was still the belle of the settlement.
The O'Rafferty and his colored asristant kept alive toe music, and the feet of the happy dancers kept time to the lively strains, for they were free from care, and bent upon enjoying themselves to the utmost.
Along the sides of the barn some of more sedate of the settlers stood and conversed. A few joined In the dance, and showed as lively sets of legs ss the best of tbe young folks. Others were busily engaged in the house, and admiring its looks, believing more in the gratification of appetite than amusement.
The inspiring strains of "Moneymusk could now be heard.1 Hetty was standing by herself, resolved to give Jack one last chance- The partners for this dance would have the privilege of taking the young ladies to supper, and Hetty had purposely sent Harry away on some errand just before the dance was announced.
There was a small glass in front of Hetty, and she pretended to be arranging her ribbons and tbe flowers in her hair, but all tbe time she was watching John, who still leaned against the side of the barn.
She saw him give a little start, as if he had noticed for the first time that she was alone. Alight suddenly brokeover his face: he made several steps toward her, ana Hetty's fingers trembled, while her cheeks turned red at the tnought that at last they were about to be recon ciled.
Then Jack came' to a sudden pause, put his hand to his head as if overwhelmed by a conviction that it should never be. and turned around. With a sinking heart Hetty saw him pick up his rifle—for he had come in from a hunt to the husking, not intending stay any length of time—and vanish through the door, almost running against Harry Cline, who was entering after doing her bidding.
It was all over. Hetty was too much surprised and indignant to say anything, but seeing that eves were fastened upon her curiously, she became herself again. "Moneymusk" was now the order of the night, and the young folks were soon in the midst of the airace.
It was now about an hour before midnight, but no one thought of the lapse of time under such circumstances.
Outside, the moonlight fell upon the apple trees that grew close to the barn. The fair mistress of the night was not far beyond the zenith of her circle, and pourea a flood of mellow light upoi earth as if anxious to eclipse the
the
scene
within. The dance had just ended, and tbe young folks were forming in double line, preparatory to marching in to supper, when, above the music and baoel of voices, the sharp crack of a rifle rang out.
Instantly there was a shriek of mortal anguish, and Harry Cline, throwing up his arms, fell upon the floor. Even while the horrified spectators stood like so many statues, a second rifle-shot was heard from without. I
Then footsteps, hurried and heavy, were heard approaching, and the next instant Jaok Winthrop bounded in through the open door. His ^fle was held in his hand, and the eyes of those present were drawn irresistibly to the muzzle, from which tho white amok# slowlyoozed. JPi?
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"Run, Miss Hetty, run!" cried the bold Adolphus, iu alarm. Of course he threw himself between her and the danger, ready to defend her to the last drop of his blood? Not much. Adolphus quickly turned and made tracks through the forest, running like a hare. Hetty was left to face the Bloodthirsty savage, who would of course kill her.
A silence had fallen upon the forestxai_ the wind that had been i-ftstling among the branches of the trees died away for a time.
Under a wide-spreading beech tree a man stood leaning upon nis rifle. He was evidently a nunter—one of those hardy souls who, in company with Daniel Boone, had braved the perils of the trackless wilderness in order to plant in the forests the seeds of civilization, that thrived so well in spite of all opposition.
Standing where the moonlight, after forcing an entrance between the scanty leaves of the beech, fell upon him, it was seen that the hunter was a man evidently in the prime of life, and possessed of a form that indicated both agility and strength.
As the wind died out, the only sound that came to his ears was the gurgling of the water, for he stood upon an elevation that rose close to the bank of the stream, and from which he looked out upon the great river. "It is time they were here. I hope I won't have to wait very long. How very beautiful the water looks in tbe moonlight. One could easily fancy it a river ofgold. While waiting I may as well rest."
As he spoke he thraw himself upon the moss-covered ground under the beech, where he could look out upon the moving waters.
He had not been in this position long before a peculiar whistle sounded from the depts of the forest. Immediately the hunter lifted his head, and a smile came upon his face. "Dash my moccasins if thar ain't Tom Harrod! 1 reckon he's sarching for that wood-witch. Tom's clean gone on the
I, and ain't the lad he used to be. Findhimself near our old meeting-place, he has given the signal, never expecting a reply. I'll surprise him a little. Tom may be of some assisstanoe in my little business."
A short time later the signal pealed om the lips of the hunter. It received a speedy reply, and a few minutes after
ward a man broke through the bushes,
Advancing
to tbe beech tree with long
strides. "Tom, how are you?" "Kenton, as I live! I could hardly believe my ears when I heard the signal. Here we are Again at the old rendezvous, Simon. ^What's in the wind, old friend?" And after shaking the hand that was extended to "him, tbe newcomer threw himself down beside tbe hunter.
He was a well-built young fellow, dad in the costume of the backwoods, and possessing quite a fine-looking face. As his name indicated, he was a member of tbe fatuous Harrod family, which, in connection with men of alike stamp, made the history of Kentucky famous.
Simon Kenton—for oar hunter friend was none other than this celebrated forest ranger—laughed at tbe words of his friend, and then said, quietly but significantly: "I won't ask ye what ye aw doing in this regton.
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for the very simple
reason that it don't require any guessing. I am here on important Dullness. Thar'sa gat-boat expected from np the rirw."" "So I have heard." "And the red varmints ace on the war path again.* "I found that opt by experience." "Put the two together, and you will understand why I am hen. On that boat are the children of tbe Colonel at the feat, and he is very anxious about them. A company of soldiers were getting ready tf leave when I did, bat I donH think they will come np this fiur.
Thar's going to be trouble along the border, Tom." "I'm afraid you are right, Kenton. I hid a little brush with the reds not many miles from here, lust before sundown, and only my Speed saved my scalp. Bat I say, you haven't seen anything of Silver Tongue lately, Kenton?"- and even in the moonlight the blood could be seen creeping up into the cheeks of tbe speaker. "I'm sorry to say I haven't. Tom, that gal's bewitched ye. What in tarn at natur "Thar, Simon, dont carry on again like you did the last time we met. itell you it's no use whatever. I own I'm a a fool, but owning up don't cure me a bit. I think I love that gal, Kenton. Why, I can't mention her name without having a strange feeling go through my frame. I have met her more frequently than you imagine, and I hope to win her heart yet. She is not Shawnee not a drop of Indian blood runs in her veins, for she was stolen when a child. Don't say a word about Grace—I cant bear to bear it." "I don't know what to make of you, Harrod. I was only in love once, but I didn't act as you do, go from one girl to another. My rival and I fought he licked me clean out of my hoots I waited a year till I got stronger then we had it again, and I left him dead on the field, as I thought. That was in my Virginia home. I fled to Kentucky under tbe name of Butler, where I have been ever since. I went home not long ago, and found that my rival bad recovered, married my sweetheart, and had a family growing up around him, while here am I, alone bachelor." "Hark!"
Kenton raised himself to a sitting pds tnre and listened. Sounds could be heard further down the river which came distinctly to his ears, being Rafted by the night breeze. "The reds!"
As the words fell from Kenton's lips he sprang to his feet like a figure imbned with electricity. Sure enough down the river bank moving forms could be seen. "Quick! up withyos, Tom," said Kenton, catching hold of the branches above his head ana pulling himself into the tree.
Tom quickly followed his example, and the two meu crouched among the interlaced boughs. From their p^ace of concealment they could see without being observed themselves.
The shadowy forms moved up the river bank, and as the moonlight fell upon them it was easy to see that they were Shawnee warriors. They were four in number, and when opposite our friends they came to a brief halt, during which they seemed to be gazing out upon the moonlit river, and after taking this observation moved on up the stream. "A scouting party," said Harrod in a low tone when they had disappeared. "I don't think so," replied Kenton, for the simple reason that they seemed co be dreadfully concerned about the river. It's my opinion that they area party o' runners sent out to discover the approach o' the flatboat. Thar must be an ambush laid below here, probably at Crow's Point, whar the Wbitehouse flatboat was taken." "Then you intend to warn them?" asked young Harrod, quickly "Vnt milv that. llllfc hftln 'fl
Not only that, but help 'em so you see, Tom, I am glad you've come," returned Kenton. "When do you expect them "At any hour. They ought to be here by. this time, I think. Keep a sharp "lookout up the river, oomrade, for this moonlight is mighty deceptive, though I reckon we could hear 'em."
How do you 'mean to reach them If we shout they will probably take us for renegades aud keep away from the shore. Then there will oe a good chance for these runners to put some bullets into us at the same time."
True enough," returned K«iton, with a smile, "but it happens that I have a canoe under, tbe bank yonder, with which we «an——"
He came to an abrupt pause and remained in a listening attitude. From up the river certain sounds had come, plainly heard over the surface of the water, that told him the flatboat was at hand. "Come!"*aid he, leaping totheground. we have no time to lose. We must save the boat."
They hastened .down the bank until the edge of the river was gained. Here a canoe was moored, a medium sized dugout, with a strong paddle lying upon the thwarts.
At this instant Kenton pointed up the river. There, looming into view, was a floating object which they easily recognized as the flatboat.
Hurriedly entering the eanoe, they pulled out until in the way of the larger vessel. Strange to say, they were not hailed. Only the off-sweep kept up a steady movement that gradually sent the boat nearer the shore.
What meant this mvstery? Did the inmates of the boat wish to be capturhd The two scouts secured their canoe to a log and clambered up the side of the boat, only to find themselves face to faee with several painted Indians.
Was the flatboat already captured
CHAPTER III. THE TRACK OF FIRB. I
""He is dead!" Old Mr. Lee arose to his feet as he pronounced these solemn words, and looked about him. His eves rested upon John Winthrop, who still stood near the entrance, with the white powder smoke curling from his rifle.
A hush like unto death itself h*4 fallen upon the gay assemblage, and tli6y stood as if rooted to the spot. All eyes followed the direction taken by tbe orbs of the eld man* and Jack found himself theobserved of all observers. As yet he had not the slightest suspicion of what: was in their minds, and was only waiting to be questioned before telliug what he knGWi "John Winthrop," said iho old tcUm, sterolv,
rtwby
have you done this foal
deed The young man started as if like a flash it bad come into his bead that they should suspect him. Many supposed that Harrr Cline bad superseded Mm in the affections of the backwoods belle, and it was taken for granted that Jack was jealous of the yoang fellow. Then his sadden appearance with a recently discharged rifle In his band seemed conclusive evidence that be had foully murdered his rival.
Tbe blood rushed into his cheeks as he saw Hetty, who was standing beside tbe form of Harry Cline, gaxlng *t him with horror struck expression on her face. Then be drew hlmaelf up, and flashing Us eyes defiantly arotmd, addreawd the old gentleman. "Mr. Lee, yon have made a alight mistake. If It was a younger man spoke those words to me, I should have knocked him down fbr it. Instead of being tbe murderer of Harry Cline, I am his
You heard two shots mine second one. Outside the window
yonder
yon
will And lying, with my
ballet in 1dm, tbe man who fired that murderous shot." There wms a majesty in his manner of speech that affected his bearers. Tbe
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look of horror faded from Hetty"*, face, leaving tt white indeed, but John, who was watching her, saw the Upe move as if «ttertiu|| silent words of thanks.
One oi •the men immediately wised upon a lantern and led tbe way outside, John going with them. If they expected to find the body of Harry Clfne's murderer they were mistaken, however. "Where is youi victim asked Mr. Lee. "He crouched there. I saw the moonlight glance from his rifle barrel. Before I could lift my own gun he had fired. Then I followed suit, and, seeing him fail, ran to tho door to see what he had done," said John, firmly. "But he is not nere." "Hold your lantern closer, Joe Raynor. What do you see?" demanded John. "Blood. You speak the truth, Jack, but your ball failed to kill tho sarplnt. He's managed to crawl away. Let us see if we can follow."
Hie trail was plain for a dozen yards or so then it suddenly ceased, nor could they find, with the dim lanlern-light, further traces of either the foot-prints hloed spots under the old apple trees.
on or "He bos escaped for tbe time being, but the time will come when vengeance will overtake him," said John. "Who was it?" asked several. "I would not like to aay. I only had a glimpse of him as he was firing Dut I have my suspicions. What have you there, Charlie?" "A knife, found close beside the pool of blood under tbe window. It may tell us something, as I think there is a name traced upon the handle," and Charlie gave the weapon to Mr. Lee
It was a common hunting knife, that would have told nothing itself, but there was a name scratched upon the shaft. It was fatal evidence against the murderer.
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"Dolph Sprague?" "I suspected as much," declared John, as the old man read the name slowly.
Those standing near could hardly believe it at first, for Adolphus was known to be such a coward out upon second thought they realized that this deed was the work of a craven.
It all became clear now. Hariy's fatal likeness to John & little distance, aud his being with Hetty, had proved the cause of his death.
Adolphus Sprague, the man whom John nad humiliated ir or more
young backwoodsman, and, in das tardlv attempt to gain satisfaction, bad murdered the wrong man. It would not be safe for him to be seen by any of the it a sacred duty to shoot him down
settlers after this, for they wou id deem on sight.
Slowly and sadly they returned to the neat barn. Tbe scene of hilarity was changed to one of sorrow. Young Cline's mother bsd been sent for from the house, and it seemed as though the poor woman would go mad with grief.
As the men entered, they found their wives and daughters and sweethearts .thered around the poor murdered lad. ft
'he name of Dolph Sprague passed from lip to lip, and everyone understood the whote matter. in-
Poor Hetty! /1 She saw now, poor child, what a terrible thing it was to play with the strong passions of men, as though she were a child amusing herself with bits of bark.
She stoed back from the others, her sweet face paling, and a look of fright in her tearful eyes. "Dear Heaven, what have I done?" she kept repeating to herself over and over again "it is all my fault. Ob, I would that I were dead. John estranged from me, and Harry gone. How can I live now?"
The poor girl would have cried in her iain, out the horror she felt seemed to avo dried up the fountain of her tear$. "Do not grieve, Hetty. Heaven knows I would sooner ie were I who lay therefor your Sake," said John's quiet voice in her ear, and the girl started at his words.
Do you not hat^ me, John, for what I have dons?" she asked, in tremuloui tones.
Hate you? John Winthrop hate you? sooner could the seasons change. Ah, Hetty, if you only knew and I dared not tell you." "You mutl tell, John. Heaven knows there has been harm enough done by our want Of confidence. You cared for mo once, John, can you again, in spite of my wickedness? Tell me no one is watching us," ',When I cease to love you, Hotty, it will bo because the life has gone out of my soul. There is something I must tell you, if you do not know it already, about my birth." "Hush I will not hear it now, John. Tell me that you forgive me it will sound so sweet to my ears. 1 am not worthy of you ypu are too good, too noble. Oh, John! never thought it would end in this." an'd unmindful of those'present, the aeatr girl laid her head on his shoulder and cried.
No one seemed to notice them, but all saw that this terrible tragedy had at least brought peace to two estranged heart*.
Poor Harry Cline was carried away, but there was no attempt to continue the festivities, for the life of the party had gone out with this terrible ending to their sport.
They collected in knots to talk it over, and many oaths were made by the poor boy's friends to hunt the assassin down before many days hod passed by, little dreaming of what hang trembling over their own heads, "What is that light yonder Surely, it comes from a fire!" cried Charlie Gleason.
They all hastened to look oot. The moott was hidden behind a cloud, and oyer,tbe, tree tops could be seen bright tongues of flam? shooting upward.'
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«MyflMQr*tsaekir are burning! I am in a do an A confused murmur fought its way tgflnst the breast to theft* eai«. Some declared they heard shots, trat, before any speculations could be hazarded, a man came toward tbe barn with gigantic leaps like those of an antelope.
He erokB in among them, and no his eye around from, oorner to corner. "Thank Heaven, yaJbave some shoot-Ing-ironsheEer'hegasped rat ber than spoke.
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Ofliee, 4UH K«ls Stmt, over aid eosrtretionery nt*ad. TKBRKHAUTJE, 1ND.
Can be found in offloe night and day,
J. RICHARDSON.
B. W. VAN VALZAH.
RICH AKDSON & VAN VALZi
^^DENTISTS.
OrncB—Southwest oorner Fifth aud Mali streets, over National State Bank (eutranc on Fifth street. Communication by Tel^ phone.
EMOVAL.
Dr. J, P. Worrell,
[^OCULIST and AURIST, M? *56 Main Street (McKeen Blook), TERRE HAUTE, IND.
Owes HOOKS—« a. m. to 13 m., 2 to 5 p. 1
AGNER A RIPLEY,
Importers and workers olrv
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^MONUMENTS, STATUARY, IIBN8, A CI
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Optitlas uil Watchmaker Mala street, slg For the trade, No. 615 of big man with watch.
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Picture Frames Made to Ordei
MoKeen'a Block, No. 646 Main between 6th and 7th.
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For full particulars address with stamp. DR. L. VOLKERS, 636 Main at. Torre Haute, Ind.. or Dcnnlson, Ills.
DR.
ROSS,
105 South Adama street, Peoria, 111. Calls special attention to his groat sue In the treatment of Cancers, Ulcers, Calarrl Bronchitis, Consumption, young, mlddl aged or old men, suffering from nervous ax private diseases of the genito-urlnary systofl in their complicated forms. Send three stamp for book with description of disc and over one hundred certificates of cure the most formidable diseases that nftllctra^ human race. Office open day and night. (Aug. 6-
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Mira, Wire, Mi
DR. J. B. MARCHIJ
uterine catholic^
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Sr.XattliMlU&teeCettioUcoa. Tskeno Trade supplied by COOK & BELl
Fresh can and Oysters, Crackers ai Celery at Eiser's