Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 52, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 June 1882 — Page 3

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEPPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, JUNE 24/U5&

LITTLE FLO.

Yaas, that was many years ago That glorious September— An' though my hair is white as snow,

How well I kin remember The hopes, the fright, the Joy, the fears That early aatumn mornln'— The trenbliu'an' the bnrnin' tears

While the baby was a bornln'.

Hbc was in thar and I outside Where I could hear her cryin'— I felt like I could go an' hide—

I swear 'twas wuss nor dyla' To think that I—I hadn't sand. With all my pride and scorning,' To hold leetle, treirblin' hand

While baby was a bornln',

I looked up at the blazln' sun, An' a* the clock struck seven I thought I seen the little one

Come sallin'down from heaven, An' then I heard a feeble cry— I knew the tiny wurnin'— It seemed to come straight from the sky,

An' baby was a bornln'.

8he was the fust—'twas years ago, An' yet she is the dearest, An'to my heart my little Flo

Seems somehow, alius nearest, I guess it must ha' been cos I Thatdre'ful autumn mornin' Stood at the door an' heern' the cry

Of leetle baby bornln'. —[Denver Tribune.

New Haven Register.

A Debt of Honor.

PART I.—A CRUMB TO A MOUSE. It was the wet forenoon of. a January day,Just two years ago, when the usual gang of idlers that hang about the ferry wharves were delighted at having the monotony of gazing out from under the dripping awnings, broken by the singular movements of a couple of policemen. Ono of these well-fed guardians of the peace was on his knoes beside a hole broken in the flooring of a neighboring dock, and engaged in angrily issuing evidently disregarded commands to some fugitive concealed beneath, while his fellow, with equal profanity and perspiration, endoavored to pry up a loose board further along, for the purpose of also gaining access to the offender. "What's up? What's the matter?" askod the bystanders, crowding up, while the passengers coming off the just-landed ferry-boat stopped to look on.

The policemen, however, ignored the inquiries leveled at them, but when a bustling citizen, who was evidently a merchant and a taxpayer, paused and said brusquely: "Hello, there, Mike! What aro you after, Pat?" ono of the blue-and-brass luminaries looked up and growled: "Nothing but a wharf-rat, zur." "Then why don't you send in a dog, if it's a rat?" returned the merchant, innooently.

But the contemptuous criticism of his ignorance about to be made by the officer was interrupted just thon by the orios of the rodent In question, which appeared at the first mentioned aperture in consequence of a vigorous clubbing administered by one of the policemen, who had Anally succeeded in removing the plank. The captive thus secured was an indescribably diminutive and preposterously dirty urchin, with the blackest oves and reddest head imaginable), As the policeman dragged him into the daylight by his threadbare collar, and perched him, trembling and whimpering, ou a bale near »t hand, a shout of appreciative gratification went up from tho bystanders. Nothing tickles the rislblesof our ordinary street crowd so much as a little genuine pain and suffering exhibited gratis.

Looking at tho spoctacle in this popular and kindly fashion, there was indeed much cause for morriment. Nothing sadder or more pitiful could be imagined than that little, hunger-pinched, oarefooted, ragged figure, whito with despair at tho consummation of the one terrible dread of its owner's brief life—he had beon "took up." "What's he done?" asked the severelooking man eagerly. "Not boen fighting dogs, eh?" 'The bye, is it," responded one of the blue-coated magnates, loisurely putting up his club. "Oh! ho's only wan 'er thim wharf rats, as lives benathe the wharves hero an' stales froirt the projoose schooners

night. We be run

ning tliim all in for vagrancy, an' ondacont exposure, by raison ov thim going in swlnunin' every foive minutes witfout their clothes. It's after this divil we've lxon for awake or more. It's no use thryin' ter catch wan o' thim follows in tho wather. They schwlm loike a fish, begorra thim does, and thov've more holes to schlip inter than the eels themselves, so thev have." "Ah?" said the severe-looking man, who was an officer of S. P. 0. A., "I was in hopes it was a case for me," and he walked off much disappointed.

The wharf rat ceased his low, terrified sniveling long enough to put in a plea that ho was not a vagrant, but sold papers: that he only slept underneath the wharf because it didn't cost anything that he didn't know it was any harm to goin swimming, and other excuses common to great criminals.

One or the officers strolled off to look up an exprera wagon to convey their captive to hoadquartera. This he did partly because he would involve a loss of dignity to convey so insignificant a prisoner through the streets, and partly because ho had a friend in the express office who was always good for the "divvv" on these little job*. The otberguar dlaa majestically reposed after his exertions, on a hawser post, after impressing upon the child that an immediate cessation of its blubbering would obviate the necessity of having hw head caved in with a club.

Meanwhile several other passers to and from theferry loitered togaaeat the strong hand of the law in full operation. and to ask the prisoner's offense. One of these was a sleek and benevolent minister of an up-town church, but as he was hurrying home to write a pathetic sermon 011 the text of the good Samaritan, he had no time to waste upon latter-day Philistine*, and so be passed by on the other side.

Another was a great mining capitalist, but it always made him angry to look at people that were poor and dirty and vulgar. He had been poor and'dirtyand vulgar himself once, and now he regarded all such attributes as direct personal reflections, so to speak. So be stepf^d frownirgly into his fine carriage tbst wa* waiting,and rattled off.

The next citiren who stopped to look ,, on was a jxilitical economist, who spoke ntartilv at so rich

the fear of being themselves left in poverty and want some day, despite their

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reseat wealth. And so this one clutched purse tighter than ever, and gave way to a couple of giggling women, who were the next comers.

Does net some writer say that sweet charity and holy piety always dwell in woman's gentle breast? But these were San Francisco women of the period, and so they tittered with one breath: "What a horrible little brat!" and then minced on toward the matinee.

Meanwhile the brisk merchant first mentioned walked rapidly up Market street, like a man every moment of whose time meant coin. But when he had proceeded about three squares his paoe, for some reason, seemed to grow slower and slower, and from time to. time he jerked his bead impatiently and said: "Pshaw!' indignantly to himself, as though he was engaged in combating some unwelcome mental impulse that persisted in presenting itself to bis consideration.

The fact was this brusque, imperative man of trade was troubled with a most uncommon and annoying affection of the heart, called humanity. It was so unnatural and singular a disease for a grown man to possess nowadays that the merchant was very properly ashamed of it not only that, but it seemed this was an hereditary affection that persevered in making itself felt, and impelling its possessor to do all sorts of inconsistent things in the most absurd manner possible. Left to himself, the merchant was wealthy, respectable, a man of influence, and a church member. In fact, he possessed all the necessary qualifications for being selfish, uncharitable, self-centered and inhuman, and it irritated him to the last degree. Just when he was about, for instance, to imitate his wealthy neighbors, and avoid subscribing to some charity or perpetrating any other kind action, to have this silly little inborn imp of humanity actually torment him into doing the very thing his worldly training taught him most to avoid.

He had noticed, too, that this disease —though it is not an epidemi^ the reader will understand—always affected him most when most happy and contented himself, and as he was in a more than usually serene mood just thea, he was annoyed, but not surprised, to hear a familiar little voice in his breast say, and keep saying: "Remember the loving littlechild you kifesed when you left home just now. Suppose it were sitting there, instead of that wretched little waif, crushed and despairing. Come stop thinking of how your neighbor Jones would act, but go back and see if you cannot dosomething for the boy."

As we nave said, he fought against this ridiculous impulse for a time, Dut it ended in his turning at last and retracing his steps with that sort of half-in-jured, half-shamefaced expression many men put on when they set about a good action, for some, as yet, unexplained reason. "What's your name?" he gruffly asked of the child, who by this time had been pitched upon the seat of the wagon, which was about ready to start. "Snub," replied the small hoodlum, eyeing his interrogator a moment in a sort of despairing stupor. The House of Correction for six months, which he knew was the fate that awaited him, was more—much more—to his kind than the mere disgrace and punishment it implied. It meant, in addition, just what bankruptcy and ruin does to the business man. Long before his release the particular street corner on which he sold his papers, and the sole and equitable right to occupy which he had de^ fended from his fellow-merchants at the expense of many a gamely-fought battle and bloody nose, would be gone forever. "Snub what?" said the merchant. "Walker, or suthin' like that," replied the midget, after a moment of attempted recollection. "The boys call me only •Snub,' that's all." "Why?"

He shook his head in answer, although tho shape of his infinitesimal nose supplied the necessary information. "Where's your mother?" "Gone dead." "When?" "Dunno—long time—'fore dad run away." "Away where?" "Tor sea." "And so you shift for yourself, and sell papers? Hum? Why do they call you a wharf rat?"

Duuno. I ain't no rat," said the redheaded pigmy, in explanation, and somewhat warmed into a show of interest by the more kindly voice of lie strangor. "Well, no: you are hardly big enough for a rat," laaghed the other. "You re more like a mouse, and so I'll give you a crumb."

And just then the wagon started, the merchant stepped into a cab and told the driver to hasten to the City Hall, and be devilish quick about it, as he was missing an engagement at the Merchants' Exchange.

As for "Snub," he watched the queer gentleman out af sight with a kind of apathetic curiosity. The little rat had been so inured to "chaffing," and other branches of popular street amusement, and so used to ridicule on account of his

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uny frame and bristly red hair that it not surprise him to see this gentleman go off, like eyery-one else, in spite •f his steady eyes and clear voice. For "Snub" didn't clearly remember to have ever heard a kind voice before in the whole course of his brief career. He was still musing over the novelty when the wagon turned down into Merchant street, and the shadow of the jail again fell over his benumbed little soul.

But the man with the kind voice was there before him, chatting affably with the captain in charge, "How much will the malefactor's forfeit bail come to?" he asked, as the ex posure charge was booked. "Ten dollars," said the clerk, with grin.

If an angel from Heaven bad risen out of the floor to slow music, and offered "Snub" a whole potpie at onoe,after two days' fasting from bad business, as he dreamed one did, he would not have been more astonished than he was then to behold the stranger take out a handful of dazzling gold and toss down a shining ten. "There, Mr. Mouse," he said "there is your crumb. Your bathing bill is settled." "Does ver mean I kin go now, mister?" gasped the prisoner, to stunned for a moment to grasp the fact. "Yea," said the gentleman and then, winking at the clerk, be continued: "But, you know, I only lend you this money. I expect you to pay it back in a year, you understand."

three times a work on ameliorating the *barf-iat raised his little clenched paw condition of the working ma***. His

But even, while they were all laugb-

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#oul j*ickcticd at the injustice of society, jeven

joke, the

And then another millionaire passed "or I shall think you not a mouse of «y. One of those constantly haunted by your word."

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he turd to say, and, pausing long! "I'll do it, sir: indeed I will—I hope I en tigh to make a shirt-cuff note on the mav he struck dead if I dont," fearful increase of crime among chil ••well, ahem! see that yon do," said drrn. he, too, went eft shaking hi* head, the benefactor, with assumed gravity.

made

specials look around:

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MA IT,

"I hope I may be struck dead!*' repeated the pigmy, solemnly—so solemnly, indeed, that the merchant felt, he couldn't say why, a sort of lump rise in his throat, as he searched his pocket for a four-bit pieoe. "No," said the small dealer, declining this last firmly "I have forty cents— that's enough fur the papers," and hurriedly glancing at the clock, which showed the hour of the afternoon issues had arrived, he was gone like a flash, for to be late then meant the total risk of his small capital, and a meal or two skipped until the loss was made up.

PART n—SIXTY CKSTS WORTH. I wonder how many passengers on the Oakland ferry ever speculate seriously on what they would do—in fact, on what would happen—should they fall overboard on the trip?

If such gloomy calculations filled their minds, and, impelled by them, the passenger strolled forward or aft on the main deck to possess a very intimate knowledge of nautical affairs to be ominously impressed by what he would see,.

Of course, we all know that a general law requires each steamboat, in addition to other life-saving facilities, to provide the number of life-boats in proportion to the steamer's capacity. These are, in the language of the specifications relating thereto, "to be slung on the main deck, kept in constant working order, ready for instant use, and the deck hands familiarized with the working of the same by weekly drills."

The inquiring passengers referred to would notice, we repeat, that on the ferry lines referred to these regulations are practically ignored. The boats, be would perceive, are slung on davits, stout by rust the lowering talkie solidified into iron-like rigidity by the use of paint the life-boats themselves covered by an elaborately fastened canvas hood, and the oars fastened in a sort of a rack and the whole apparatus tied, strapped and incumbered in a manner perplexing to the most ready-fingered sailor, much less to the chuckle-headed, slow-moving deck-hand of the period.

A very impartial little calculation would then show the astonished passenger in question that should he fall overboard, or jump over and then repent of the act, as most suicides do, it would be at least fifteen minutes, in all human probability, before he could be reached. Adding this cheerful result to the fact, statistically proved, that not more than four persons out of a thousand, including swimmers, can keep afloat for ten minutes in smooth water with their clothes on, the passengers would doubtless conclude by keeping as far away from the railing as possible, and even read the next published account of "A Determined Suicide" on the ferry line with as much skepticism as interest.

And yet our steamboat inspectors do not look as if a few hundred indirect murders weighed very heavily to their possible minds, somehow.

It was December again, and, lacking a few days, a year had slipped by since the lion had reversed the fable tfy gnawing the net for the mouse to escape. That morning the merchant, who, for some inscrutiole reason, resided in that corporate cemetery known as Oakland, had tired the imagination of his little daughter by reading at the breakfast table the inspiring news that two baby tigers had just been born at Woodward's ardens. As a necessary sequence he ad finally yielded to the mandate of the domestic depot that she should be conveyed forthwith to that realm of juvenile delight. So papa and mama and the goflden-haired midget ofthe family took an early boat for the City—the grown folks gravely pretending, for some ridiculous reason peculiar to grown folks everywhere, that they did not themselves care to look at the animals, but that it wouldn't do to trust the nurse, altogether, in such a place.

As the ferryboat neared the wharf on the city side, the mother was in the cabin engaged in .the discussion of nursery mysteries with some neighboring matron, while the merchant, who had descended to the lower deck with the child, was head over ears in a political discussion regarding the news cabinet. Little Lillie, at length, getting tired of hanging to the unresponsive big forefinger of her father's hand, trotted off unnoticed to the side of the boat to peer timidly from beneath the gangway rail at the great tall poles that were sweeping close past as the boat entered the slip. They remiuded her of so many soldiers on parade.

As the steamer's bow crunched against tho piles with a more than usually violet preliminary jar a sudden inarticulate shout of terror rose from the passengers. The little bundle of chubby prettiness had tottered and disappeared over the side. "My God!" shrieked the paralyzed father, as tho crowding of the boat against the slip shut the drowning child from sight and rendered help impossible. "Sne will be crushed under the wheel." "Back! back shouted the to the pilot, and, while the frantic scream8ofthe hysterical mother wring their hearts, and a dozen kindly hands restrained the insane father from aim lessly leaping from the opposite side, the engine bells jingled furiously, and the huge mass halted, and then began slowly to move outward again.

Hoping against hope, the coolest of the passengers crowded to the rail with boathooks, until, after what seemed to be an eternity of time to the white watching faces above a narrow streak of water was revealed which grew wider and wider. •'Well, I'm a—d!" said one of the deck hands, who was peering under the side, "if a wharf-rat hasn't got it."

But the shudder caused by this stran] remark was unnecessary for present the eager eyes above beheld swimming below tbem a creature whose closely cropped head and bead-like eyes sufficiently resembled a rat's but which in reality belonged to an under-sized boy swimmer, a mwter of the art withal.

Floating behind him, with its fair head upturned and resting upon the wiry little shoulders that struck oat so manfully through the churning water was the merchant's little daughter. Towing the insensible infant bv means of her long, sunny curls passed over bis shoulders and gripped firmly in his mouth, the boy st niggled on to the nearest pile, to which he firmly clung like the small amphibious animal he really was.

A boat-hook twisted into the garments of the girl soon relieved him of his charge, which was placed in the trembling arms of its mother, whose heaven-raised eyes told plainly that she felt the baby's beartstill beating against her own.

As they lowered the books again to draw up the almost equally exhausted resenrer the men noticed that the drops that fell back from his clothes made

red stain on the water. As they lifted him gently over the edge of the wharf and laid him down on his back, a terrible fwound ^extending around his side and cutting dear through two of his ribs was exposed. "Stand back, said one of the

the crowding bystander's he's all broke up. Must have dived under the wheels far her.

The lookers-on drew back aghast from the puny wet form lying .there on the slowly-expanding carpet of red blood which throbbed from his mangled side.

In awe-struck silence the low sobbing of the reviving baby near by was heard at which the wounded bohis eyes and smiled faintly. "Where is he?" said a Strang voice, shaken with emotion, and the merchant

And he said this writh so earnest a look of distress and shame at his failure that through the mind of the wet-eyed creditor involuntary passed a thought of the petty privations, the ceaseless little acts of self-denial, and half-fed days and shivering nights that were expressed by each of tne battered dimes ana hoarded nickels of the slowly acquired sum he held in his hand.

Nevermind the money," said the father in a choking voice, "my baby is worth all the money in the world to me, and you have saved her life." As he spoke a sudden thought dimly brightened the eyes of the battered little tradesman. Accustomed as he was from his earliest moments to fight the desperate battle of existence, with his hungersharpened faculties on the alert for pigmy bargains, he said: "Is gals worth anything?"

It was evident saving another life, or losing his own,wa& a small matter beside his anxiety to pay the debt of honor that weighed upon nim. Ho asked the question incredulously, though. The few girls of "Snub's" acquaintance were wretchedly ineffectual creatures, and proportionately worthless and insignificant. "Yes, yas mine is worth ever so much," said the parent gently, and hardly knowing how to frame his answer to the odd question. "Sixty cents!" persisted Snub. "Oh, yes—much more—but "Then," whispered the child, with an effort, but still triumphantly, "we're square. I said I'd do it—and I have!" and his eyes closed. "Can't I do something for you, my oor little hero?" said the merchant hrough his tears, for the just-arrived hysician had turned away, shaking his lead. "Do you wish for nothing?"

The little black eyes opened fully a moment, pondered, and then closed again. "I should like to have Skinny Smith have my corner." Tho murmur came fhintly from far off. And then, having thus made his brief will, he choked, ana as the blood oozed thinly from his little drawn mouth, he whispered but one word more: "Square!" "It is beginning to rain," said one of the bystanders, in a husky voice. "Let us carry the little chap home."

But the wharf-rat had gene home already. GOOD health is maintained and nourished by proper attention to the requirements of the body, and the avoidance of excesses. It is wasted or destroyed by over-taxing the mind with study, anxiety, evil habits, intemperance or vicious indulgences. Keep the body and brain wellbalaneed bv using that friend of temperance and good health, Brown's Iron Bitters thus you will live to a good old age, free from disease and suffering.

SLEEPING ACCOMODATIONS. Cleanliness is the greatest essential. Our life is passive during the hours of sleep, but our breathing goos on constantly, and the demand

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pure air in

sleeping rooms is very important. There should always be communication with the outside air, and in warm weather, the doors and windows may all be wide open. If currents of air can sweep through the rooms in the day time (or in the night without endangering the sleepers,) so much the better. The bad air then originates in sleeping rooms— the waste substance that escapes from human bodies, by the lungs and skin settles and clings about the carpets, curtains, bedding and clothing, tainting them with decomposing, and it may be, poisonous matter, unless a constant cleansing process is carried on by plenti ful airing, and the action of light, es pecially sunshine. The room should contain as little drapery as possible. Rugs are better than carpets, and no heavy curtains should be used. The bed should not be made up after using, un til the beding has been well aired, and the more it can be exposed to bright sunshine, and out-door breezes, the better. The room should be kept as free as possible from all odors. The night clothing should be well aired during the day, ana all the dav clothing be placed at night where it will get aired before it is again worn.

Sleeping rooms are often much crowd ed. It would be well, could each, when old enough, ba^e a private room and a clean bed apiece. A great gain in health would result from this arrangement. In our present state of poverty, we can only insist that no more than two ought to occupy the same bed. It is an outrage on infancy to wedge a babv in between two grown-up people. Much injury is done to health and to the morals of children, by the crowded sleeping arrangements in families. The practice is now becoming quite common among careful people, where there are several young children, for the parents to divide the care of the little ones, the mother taking the youngest in her bed, and the father {attending to the next youngest, and to others, if there is need. It seems a pity that the man of the house should be broken of bis rest, but it is quite ss bad a thing to have the children's mother made sick and nervous from lack of sleep, and excess of care. With attention to the laws of health, especially in regard to food and air, there need be little suffering from broken rest, as healthy children sleep soundly and quietly, and need lit-' tie care. _________

CANNING ER UITS AND YEQETA BLES.

American housekeepers are not aware of the great advant their European cot canning. It i? not manv years since the representative of one of the leading London Journals, who was on a visit to this country, found this one of the most in-

ushed his way through the ring and teresting things that he noticed on his nelt tenderly by the pitiful littlejfigure.

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God bless, you my little man. What can I do for you?" and then,in a shocked tone, he added, "Why, he is wounded. Some one fetch a doctor!" "Taint no use," whispered the boy faintly, and then beckoning to the merchant to bend closer, be said in irregular gasps, "Does ver savey the mouse?" lie merchant looked perplexed "Yer don't know me, but I know'd you and the little gal, too, as boon as I seed her drop. I'm the boy what was took up." "Yes, ves, I remember, but you must not talk until the doctor comes, my poor fellow." "Taint no use I'm goin'," said the small mouse. "Here, talce that out and count it," and he indicated a lump that protruded from a pocket of his wet clothes. The merchant withdrew a rag, in which was rolled a lot of silver. "Count it," persisted the lad earnestly. The man wonaeringly obeyed, and then said there was just $9.40 in the bundle. "I said I'd pay you back this year," said the boy in a fainter whisper, and with a disregard of his terrible pain that was marvelous "but I can't now I'm goin' and I'm 60 cents short!"

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result of my use of St. Jacobs Oil

for rheumatism is: I have been recommending it ever since, says the Mayor of Chicago, Hon. Carter H. Harrison, in the Chicago Times.

Wherever he went be found the

ladies of the household engaged in cauning fruit—a thing then unknown in England. The American housekeepe: accepts canning as apart of the regular household routine, and it in a great measure takes the place of the old "preserving" time. To successfully put up fruits and vegetables, the great essential is glass jars, or cans, that are readily made air-tight. These are now supplied

ma.nufaJturers,

several patterns of

them, in a form so complete that there is little practical difference among them. The jars of the leading makers of the present dav are well nigh perfect, and we do not know of any choice between them.

Having the cans, or jars, the operation is simple. The fruit, whatever it may be, in a syrup just strong enough to properly sweeten it, is brought to the boiling point, and when the air has all expelled from it, it is at once placed in the jars, previously warmed with hot water, and when these are well-tilled, the cover is screwed down tight. (.Jood jars, well filled with boiling fruit, and promptly covered by screwing down the caps, will insure success. Among the first things to be put up in this manner is Rhubarb, (ireen Gooseberries maybe treated in the same maunor. Strawberries and Rrapberries come next, and are better preserved in" the same manner than any other, but these, especially the Strawberry, while vastly better when preserved thus than in any other manner, come far short of retaining their original flavor. Peaches are easily preserved thus, and are nearly perfect, as are pears, especially the Bartlett, apples and quinces. One who has put up the quince in this Inawner, will never preserve it according to the old pound for pound method. All the highly flavored apples,preserved by canning, make a finer apple sause than cau be produced in any other mauner. The usual proces.- is. to cook the fruit, of whatever kind, iu a syrup made with four ounces of sugar, to a pint of water. When the fruit is cooked tender, transfer it at once to the jar,and add the to fill up every crevice, if there are bles ol air, aid them to escape, by the use

yrup bub-

see that the jar is solid full

of a spoon

of fruit and syrup, and up to the top,

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before the cap|is screwed on. While fruits are easily preserved in the family, vegetables are more difficult. We have many inquiries about preserving green peas, green corn, and tomatoes. Those who make a business of canning, find green peas and green corn among the most difficult things to preserve. They can only be put up in tin cans by long boiling processes, not practicable to families. If any of our readers have found a method by which either corn or peas can be preserved by any process praticable in the family, we ask them to communicate it for the benefit of others. Last autumn we made an experiment with tomatoes. Thoroughly ripe fruit was cooked as for the table, omitting butter and all other seasoning, and put up in ordinary fruit jars. About 3 out of 12 failed, but those which succeeded were vastly better than the tomatoes purchased in tin cans.

A JUDGE'S EXPERIENCE. New Orleans, La., Times-Democrat. Judge J. T. Bossier, of St. Tammany parish, La., and of the State Legislature, thus expressed his opinion to one of our represenatives: "I have found St. Jacobs Oil to be very efficacious in sprains and bruises. In|my opinion there is no oil or liniment equal to it."

HE TOOK THE LEMONADE. Detroit Free Press. After the circus had opened to the ublic yesterday, a gray-haired colored rother, who held the hand of a boy of 14 as both stood gazing at the tent, shook bis .head in a solemn manner as he observed: "It's no use to cry 'bout it, sonnv, kase we am not gwinein dar, no now." "But I want ter," whined the.boy. "In course you does. All cbil'en of your aige run to evil an' wickedness, an' dey must be sot down on by dose wid experience." "You used to go," urged the boy. "Sartin I did out whatjwas the result I had sicli a load on my conscious dat I couldn't sleep nights. I cum powerful nigh bein' a lost man, an' in aem days de price of admission was only a quarter, too." "Can't we both get in for 50 cents?" "I 'spect we might, but to-morrer

ou'd be bilin' ober wid wickedness an' be a back-slipper from de church. Hush up, now, kase I hain't got but 30 cents, an'dar am no show for crawlin' under de canvas!"

The boy still continued to cry, and the old man pulled him behind a wagon and continued: "Henry Clay Scott, which had you rather do—go in ter de reus an' den take deawfullest lickin' a boy eber got, or have a glass of dat red lemonade an' go to beaben when you die? Befo' you decide let me explain dat I mean lickin'which will take rbery inch of de hide off, an' I also mean one of dem bi glasses of lemonade. In addition, would observe data circus am gwineon in beaben all de time, an' de prl» of admission am simply nominal. Now, Bah what do you say

The boy took the lemonade, but be drank it with tears in his eyes.

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A friend writes: "For years I have suffered from physical exhaustion and declining health. Now lam strong as iron I usea Brown's Iron Bitters.

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A Wife.

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dear husband. I never slept so

soundly as I do now, after using tbe German Hop Bitten." (2m)

HAH"?

THECREAT

FOR

RHEUMATISM,

Heuralgia, Sciatica, Lumbago, Backache, Soreness of the Chest, Gout, Quinsy, Sore Throat, Swell' ings and Sprains, Burns and

Scalds, General Bodily Pains,

Tooth, Ear and Headache, Fros/ed Feet and Ears, and all other Pains and Aches.

No Preparation on Mrth equal* 8*. Jacob* On. in/e, sure, simple and cheftp External Kemmly. A trial entails bat th# comparatively trifltng outlay of 60 Cents, and every one differing with pain can have cheap and poaiUvb proof of its claim*.

Direction* in Eleven Language*.

BOLD BY ALL DRUQGIBTB AITB DEALEBS IN MEDICINE.

A. VOGELER & CO.,

JBaltimore, Jfd., V. 8. JL»

OTICE,

THE

Eldredge Sewing Machine Office

Has been changed to

Fisk's Stone Pnmp Bniiding,

No. 117 South Third street, between Ohio and Walnut, west Hide.

It is Warranted.

It is the most complete, desirable machine ever offered to the public. Being the latest, it lias the advantage of having very desirable and new Improvements.

Dont buy until you see it. Harry fifetseker, late solicitor for the White, wil] be glad to see his old customers.

Office, 117 Boutli Third street, second door north of Fouts, Hunter A Co' Livery Stable.

W. H. FISK, Agent.

W.». CLIFT. H. WILLIAMS, J. M. CLII-T

CLIFT,WILLIAMS & CO,

MAKUrAOTORKBS OF

Sash, Doors, Biinds, &c

AMD DEALERS IN

LUMBER, LATH, SHINGLES GLASS, PAINTS, OILS and BUILDERS' HARDWARE.

Mulberry Street, Corner Ninth,

MRS.

TBRREEHAUTE, IND

Corsets and Shoulder Braces.

DOUGHERTY invites the ladies desiring an elegant fitting corset, made in any color, or any way to suit. Call and leave your measure, 108 N. 4th street.

If youamamnnl

yon aro

W of :Uncss.w:ak-' oocd by tho stndn of your dutloa avoid stimulant*and use

Havo you

CUNXL

man of Irt toratoll^nf orcriii woik, to rr--toro brain nrrvcnjid [waste, uae Hop B. IrnifTcrinif fr-Jn any Intlon If you ai"o maryountf, from

Hop Bitters. If yon are yaunir andl dtacrullon or d!ifii|nt rlod or xlngta. old or! poorbcalr.li laoKuUbl nesa, rely on opt

prptla, kidney, or urinary complaint, dLawsc

of the

Inir on a Uxl of sickBitters. Thonnnnrt* dip annually in miino

Whoever yon*™, whenever you feel tliat your *yntoin neeiU c)oaii*lii r, ton In a or ntlraulatlnsf withoutfnJox.Vui/iK/, a O Bitters.

ttvmach

hoicr,l$, blond., Hrxr

nerve* I

Kidney

«av

tli.at mluli)

IKVII prpTpfilcd a tIn'clr trcof UopBltters

D. I. O. an almolutc nd Irre«lirt&< lil« euro for ii on

u»o of

YOIIUW

Hop Bitters Ifyouaroftai Hy weak nnfl ow»ntrlt'i!,try ti It saveyou 11 fa. It hue saved hundreds.

oplutn,

loliftcco, or •tar eolle*. 8"LFL I—ILRNJF elfin Mud for

Clrftui^r. nor nrrmg B-rr co., Rarbolrr, H. T. AT"-..,-. O.t.

LIVER

TARAXINE

The Great Vegetable Liver Corrector.

It eon taint no Calomel or Mineral of anjf kind, its Main Ingredient is the Con~ eentrated Medical Principle of the Taraxirum or

Dandelion.

TARAXINE

Is a ftpeeifUs for all Diseases arising from Deranged IAver, Dowels, Spleen or Kidneys.

TARAXINE I TARAXINE Cure* Liver Complaint in all ite

Stages,

TARAXINE I Cures Habitual Constipation.

Never fails to cure Chronic Ague. Try At, TARAXINE

Cures

and

\Dyspepstia an I Indigestion*

TABIXINE

Is for Sale bu all Druggists and Patent Medicine Dialers.

Pricet 50 CH. and $1.00.

A. KIEFER,

Indianapolist Ind.