Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 52, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 June 1882 — Page 7

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

The Novellat.

Violet Towne.

A Story of Squatter Vengeance.

BY MORRIS REDWING. Author of "Blind Nell."

CHAPTER XIII.

THE PRISONER OF THE MILL.

Donald Preston and Robert Radway repaired at once to the house of Brooke Towne.

There was no use of strategy now. Violet had been persecuted beyond endurance by her step-father, and Radway resolved to take her from him by force, need be.

On reaching the house, they found Towne seated on the verandah Bmoking a cigar. "Good-morning gentlemen," said the land-owner, smiling blandly. "You seem to have recovered from yeur little flogging, Mr. Radway. What can I do for you this line morning'

Never had they seen me villain in such a pleasant mood. Radway knew that it was a mere cloak to cover up his rascality. "We came to see Miss Vanderville."

The land-owner opened his eyes in evident surprise. "Misw Vanderville!" he said, removing his cigar, "why, Bhe ran away from here more than two weeks ago. Don't you remember that I accused you of abducting her, Mr. Radway? I believe now that I wronged you. The girl took a dislike to a friend of mine, whom I insisted on having for a son-in-law, and she gave mo the slip. I have not seen hersinoe." "This won't do," said Radway, sternly. "Violet is in your house, a prisoner, and I will see her. I propose to assert my rights in the matter, and take her under my guardianship." "I'd turn her over thankfully, Mr. Radway, if she wore here. I tell you aguin that I know nothing of the girl's whereabouts. I do not unaefstand why you imagine that she has returned to her homo." "I do not imagine that she has returned willingly." "Do you accuse me of using force "I do."

The land-owner frowned angrilv. Heoming to recollect himself, he allowed the frown to vanish in a smile. "You are pleased to be severe," he said. "I forgive you, however, since I understand the interest you naturally fool in the girl'8 welfare. I have had enough trouble with Violet, and would gladly assist you to find her if I could."

Radway eyed Towno sharply. The man seomed honest in his speech,

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Radway could not believe that he now nothing of the maiden's whereabouts. "Will you allow us to search the house?" he questioned suddenly. "With ploasure, Mr. Radway."

The two men went through the building from cellar to garret without making a discovery.

Violot is not here surely," said Donald. "Ho I told you at the outset," retorted Towno. "Aro you satlsfiod gentlemen, or will you look through the grainhouse and piggory?" HRadway stood thoughtfully on the stops, mystified and wondering. "Brook Towno,you must know where Violet is. You can tell if you would." "No, I cannot. On my honor, I know nothing of her whereabouts."

Donald and Radway turned away. "(Jood-day, gentlemen. Happy to see you at any time." "What do you make of it Donald questioned tlio speculator, as the two catno to a halt in the road.

The atlair puzzles me exceedingly." "I am sure Towne knows more than ho is willing to admit." "Perhaps Underlip has deceived himself," returned Donald. "Violet may have lost herself In the forest." "No Underlip is too shrewd a fellow to oomo hero bofore knowing exactly what hashapponod. Brooke Towne ana Cool uita.son have been sharp enough to tako Violot to some ont-of-the-place. I fear they may consummate their plans before we are able to find her."

Two'milos from the house of Oool Oloason,on a section of land owned by him, stood an old, long unused saw-mil.

It was built over the waters of a narrow creek, which furnished the motive power to run the machinery.

The man who had built the mill became embarrassed financially, and Cool Qleason came to his assistance, and bought the mill for a small sum, together with several hundred acres of adjacent pine land.

Lumber being low, Gleason had never started the mill! allowing it to goto rtiln. The dense pine forest shut

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tho place like an impenetrable wall. It was a suggestion from the owner that led Brooke Towno to think *f using this out-of-the-way building for a pnson-house.

The captors of Violet bore her to the home of nor step-father, where she remained until near morning.

Just before the dawning of day, Brooke Towne harnessed his horse into the light buggy, and compelled Violet to take a •eat in the vehicle.

Violet dared not resistor make ah outcry. She understood the cruel, relentless nature of her mother's husband too well to resist when in his power. "Where are you going now?" she found voice to question. "Toa place of security, where neither Radway nor that vagabond raftsman will ever find you, until you are safefy married to" my friend (iloason. I havo outwitted those rascals etfeotually this time, and you may as well submit to your fate without a murmur."

Violet made no replv to this. She had her wits al*mt her, however, and was determined to make her escape if possible.

The land-owner drove to a^square,onestory building, standing a few rods from the road, surrounded by a large clearing. "Your future home, Violet," he said as he lifted her from the seat.

Daylight had dawned in the east. Violet recttgniseii the house as the one owned and occupied by Cool Qleason, his aunt acting as housekeeper.

Just thou Gleason joined the landowner. A horse stood pawing the ground at a little distance. "How are you feeling this morning, my pet?" questioned Otaason, thrusting his ainater countenance into the girls face.

With the qnicknew of thonght Violet struck the heavy face with her clinched band, causing the villian to stud back with an oath. "Let's loss no time," he said, turning

to Towne. "This little hot-head '11 feel less cantankerous after a few days' in the old mill."

Violet was seized by the two men and

Eorse,

laced in the saddle, one leading the the other walking. at his side. They turned into the woods, following an old road, grass-grown and hardly discernible.

It was broad daylight when the two men. with their fair prisoner, reached the mill.

In one corner of the rickety old pile was the oil-room, an apartment abont ten feet square, built over the water-

There was a heavy padlock on the door, somehat rusty from disuse, yet made to work after a few trials of the key Qleason had brought with him.

To this room Violet was taken. The place was strongly odorous from the oil that had soaked the floor and walls.

Not a very pleasant place for a young girl to pass her time. "You will remain here, Violet, until you come to a realizing sense of your duty. To-night Cool and I will come to visit you, and perhaps we may conclude to bring a minister or justice. Until that time you will be eft to your own reflections, which I hope, will be for the best."

Violet made no reply, but sat down on an empty nail-keg, and looked steadily at the floor.

The two men departed, locking the door after them. When the sound of their steps had

died away, the maiden sprang to her et, and gazed aoout the the little room. The light of morning entered the one window, and Violet quickly sought this, her heart in a flutter.

The villians had forgotten the window. She could easily escape from this. She peered out through a broken pane, and then started badf with a cry of disappointment.

The creek, or race, ran directly under the oil-room. It was more than twenty feet down water.

Violet resumed her seat, and tried think of some way to escape. The incidents of the past night all seemed like a hideous dream.

Tho old mill was out of the line travel, and there was little chance of her being rescued. Even Robert Radway would be unable to find her now.

She blamed herself for her carelessness ingoing out alone from the shelter of the half-breed's house.

The day was one of the longest the maiden had ever experienced. Late in the afternoon, while she sat with her face bowed upon her hands, despair having mastered her utterly, she was startled by the sharp report of agun.

She sprang to her feet and stepped to the window, a sudden thrill of hope en taring her burdened heart.

To ner intense surprise and joy, she saw a man crossing the mill-yaru, not ten rods away, carrying a rifle in his hand.

A hawk lay fluttering on the ground near the corner of an old shed, on which it had been perched when the man tired the shot.

Tearing her scarf from her shoulders Violet thrust one hand through the win-dow-pano.

The man paused, and was reloading his rifle, without noticing the maiden' signal.

Pressing her face to the window, she called aloud. The "man hesitated in his work and listonod.

Suddenly he saw the scarf and face at the window. At first ln seemed startled and sprang backward, raising his rifle. "Do not be alarmed," cried Violet, "J am a prisoner here, and wish to get out In the name of Heaven, come to my assist3DC6

The man appeared the picture of astonishment. "Great Julius 1" he exclaimed, "if there aiu't a woman in the old mill. I thonght 'twas a ghost at first."

He ran to the race under the window. "Who's there?" he cried. "Violet Towne." "Well, I declare! Can't you come out "No I am lockod up in the oilroom."

The man ran quickly to the upper side of the mill, entered, and stood at the door of tho oil-room. "Who in natur shet ye in here, Miss Violet

The maiden explained in a few tfords. "Wait a bit," said the man, an oath falling from his lips at the mention of Cool Gleason, "I'll soon have ye out of this."

Presently the sound of heavy strokes fell on her ear, and a moment later the door swung back on its rusty hinges.

CHAPTER XIV. THK ACCUSING VOICE.

"Well, I vow, Miss Towne, but I never was more surprised in my life to find you in such a place as this 'ere," said the man (as he entered the oil-room. "Cool Gleason and Brooke Towne are the biggest villians that ever went unhung. I was out huntin' to-day, and thought I'd take a turn this way. The band of Provideuce was in it, I expect." "Indeed it was. Mr. Baker," said|

Violet

a little doubtingly. Hiram Baker was one of the sqnatters engaged ia torturing Radway This she had learned from Donald Preston, when he told her the story of that dark night's work in front of her father's house.

An enemy to Robert Radway was an enemy to herself. Ceuld she trust him ere shall we go now, Miss Towne?" "Anywhere to escape from Cool Qleason and Towne." "You might go home 'long o' me, if I had a home/' "What do yon mean "I've had to leave my cabin and claim. A cursed spectator's driv' me out and grabbed my land. My poor wife and babv are stopping with a neighbor now," said"the mau, bitterly, a savage scowl on his face.

Violet shuddered. She thought of Radway, and realized the bitter enmity he bad aroused among the settlers. "You are thinking o' Rob. Radway, perhaps?" he grunted. "Yea, the squatters "Hev no cause to hate him." "Yet you were driven from your home bv '"No, Miss Towne," interrupted the man. "We made an awful mistake that night. Radway was innocent. Cool Gleason's the devil, the hypocritical knave as has ruined the poor sqnatters. There's a black clouctto' vengeance pilin' up a^in him, and it'll baret pretty sud-

violet breathed easier. Robert was very dear to her, and this vindication from the poor, wronged squatter, was soothing to the agony of distrust that had suddenly grown in her heart.

The shadows of night were getting over the earth. Baker turned on his heel and grasped his rifle. "We must be going," bo said. "Fll take you anywhere you say."

"Take me to the house of Mr. Preston." "What, the raftsman of B'ar Point?" "Yes." "Good! I never thonght o' that before. He's an honest man, if one ever breathed, and his sister's a kind lady, who'll love and care for you like a mother."

They had reached the onter door. Baker turned to look for his companion.

Just then a dark shadow darted quickthrough the air. A heavy thud struck the maiden's ear, followed |by a groan, as Hiram Baker sank in a helpless heap almost at her fOOtr

Violet started back with a frightened scream. The next minute she was grasped by powerful hands, and Cool Gleason's wicked eyes gleamed triumphantly into her face. "So you thought to escape me eh he cried fiercely. ''It's no use you can't evade your fate."

Just then her step-father entered the mill. "I'm fearful you've killed the dog," said Towne bending over the prostrate form of the squatter. "I care little either way," returned Gleason. "No man shall step between me and mine with impunity."

Violet suddenly wrenched herself from Gleason and darted through the doer. She had taken but a few steps before Gleason was upon her, and seizing her by the shoulders, nearly crushed them under his heavy hands. "Don't try that again, Miss Violet don't you do it, if you value your life," growled Gleason savagely, "My God! is there no help?" moaned Violet, cringing under the savage grip of her persecutor. "Yes, I will help you to behave yourself when you are Mrs. Gleason, which you shall be this night. Come we must be moving," returned Cool Gleason bluntly.

The two men seized each an arm, and dragged rather than led the half-faint-ing girl along.

Night had set in long ere they reached the end of their journey, which terminated at the house of Brooke Towne.

Having thrown Radway and bis rafts man friend off the scent, the land-owner believed that his house was now the safest place for Violet, and he and his companion in crime had repaired to the old mill for the purpose oi taking the maiden home, when they run upon the squatter, leading the maiden from the prison, as we have seen.

The blow that felled Hiram Baker had merely stunned him for the time. Shortly after the departure of the two villains, with the maiden in charge, he recovered his senses, and with a dark scowl on his face, close shut teeth, and rifle tightly gripped in his hand, followed silently on their track. "Cool Gleason shall not Jive to see the rising of another sun," muttered the squatter, as he crept stealthily forward after the villainous couple.

Night hung her sable mantle over the earth—a night of wind,' storm and Egyptian darkness.

The windows rattled in their framesas the gusts of wind came howling through the clearing.

A cold, sleety rain was falling without. Within the house of Brooke Towne a cheerful fire was burning in every room.

The decanters of liquor were again set out, from which Brooke and Gleason quaffed freely.

Jake Fells, the justice, was also free to

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of the warmth and good cheer the land-owner's cozy rooms. "We'll be bothered with no company to-night," said Brooke. "Here's to Cool Gleason and his bonnie bride."

This toast was drank in silence. "Now to business," said Towne. The three men repaired to the parlor The curtains were drawn to hide the iniquitous proceedings about to be commenced from outside spectators.

From the parlor bedroom, where Violet had been safely locked, the landowner led the maiden.

Mrs. Towne was present, not from cboioe, but at the command of her husband. "Jacob Fells, you will now proceed to unite this couple in the holy bonds of wedlock."

Towne placed Violet's hand in that of Gleason. The maiden shuddered, and attempted to withdraw her hand.

Gleason scowled angrily. "You can't escape," he growled. "I shall hold you to the rack. In a few minutes you'll be my wife, and then I'll take you home with me, and see if I can't curD your stubborn disposition a bit."

Violet knew that the marriage would not be binding, yet the threat of Gleason sent the warm blood receding to her heart.

The justice said over a few words, Violet remaining silent through it all. "I now pronounce you man and

A tremendous thump came upon the door. Brooke Towne sprang to his feet: "Never mind," he said. "Proceed the door's locked. It may be Radway again, bttt he can't come in here just yet." "I now "Open, in the name of the law!" thunderea a voice at the door.

What does this mean?" cried Gleason. "That's a strange voice. It surely is not Radway." "Some drunken squatter, perhaps,"

gusinessquick,

rowled Brooke Towne. "Finish the Mr. Fells." I now pronounce you man and wife." 'Tisdone!"exclaimed Gleason. "You are my wife now, Violet mine to protect, mine to—"

There was a tremendous crash. The front door bad given way, and many feet sounded in the hall.

Violet reeled backward to a seat, as the hot lips of Gleason touched her cheek.

Brooke Towne sprang forward, but the parlor door burst open ere he could reach it, and Robert Rayway, Donald Preston, Hiram Baker, and another man rushed into the roo'm.

The fourth man, a stranger to all present, stepped quickly to the side of Towne, as if to speak with him.

Ere the land-owner was aware of the situation, a pair of hand-cuffs were snapped over his wrists.

Brooke Towne's face blanched to the hue of death. What does this mean?" he cried, in mingled fear and rage. "That you area prisoner." "A prisoner! This is an outrage on a gentleman. Who dares accuse me of any crime?" dare and do. I accuse you of the murder of Ckariei VandertOte!" [TO Bit OOimXCKD.]

Mr. B. F. Porter, a rich banker in Utica, N. Y., says: "I have used Brown's Iron Bitten the past year, much to the chiunin of our family physician, for neither myself, wife nor little girl have since suffered from a single day's lilaesa. It la making us all robust and strong."

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT,

JOHN'S TRAIN.

Then you never heard what brought John and me together? Just hitch your chair close up to the fire, for there's a rain falling outside, and this wind from the sea sounds eold and feels cold. If you'll believe it, when John is foolish he says that fire is like the light in my black eyes. John talks a lot of nonsense. But there. I haven't started that story. I think John and I always fancied one another ever since we went barefooted to the little yellow schoolbouse at the oorners, but then we did have so many fallings out, hot one day and cold the next! The makings up, though, were nice, and I fancied sometimes that John did it all purposely, that he would have a falling-out time that there might be a falling-in one.

There was one thing, though, that did make me mad—the way John would show attentions to Sase Cullis. She was a little, snipper-snapper sort of a blueeyed thing. She had a pretty, milky kind of a complexion, a lot of curls pasted together over night, and she knew how to put blue, yellow and red together, and come out some Sunday as gay as a rainbow. But I knew the girl was hollow as a pumpkin stem. Sne had little brains but a heap of self, and she could not make John happy. so unlike him!

There had been a coolness between John and me, but when I saw John Gray and Sase Cullis walk away from the harvesting at Uncle Tobia's I was not cool a bit I was hot. If anyone bad touched me with a wet finger I should have sizzled. "That John," I said, "is a fool. She is not fit for him, and yet she'sa-winding him around her finger, as she does one of those pasted-up curls around a stick. He was a smart, enterprising young fellow, was my John. Why, he started as brakeman on our roaa only a few years ago, and was at the tail end of the train. The next thing people knew he was handling baggage at the forward end. Then—well, I don't know all the steps, but one day John had a bit of gold ribbon tied around his blue cap, and he looked real foolish under it. I asked him what it meant, and he blushed and said he was 'conductor.' "I am real glad," I said. "Are you?" and he spoke to me in a quick, surprised way. "I didn't know that you cared nowadays "Why John," I told him, "of course I do."

Then he turned to me like a flash, and looked at me just the very same way he did when he sat on the old log and made up after a quarrel. But then I was not to have any of that after he had ncutting up so with Sase Cullis and I knew, too, that I was needed at home, and I broke out "Why, John, I believe I have lost my m'nd, for I haven't skimmed the milk at home." It is ready handy to have some such thought near you in an emergency, and I used it to good effect, and turning left the conductor to his reflections, About a week after I wanted to go to the Mills and do some shopping, I thought I would take the first afternoon train down, and come back on the train reaching home about seven. It would bedark then, I well knew, and I could not have had an earlier start, but I knew it was John's train, and I wanted to see what kind of a conductor he made. I did not want him to see who I was, so I borrowed sister Cynthy's veil. Thisand my own would make a screen he could not see through. Then I wore some of mother's fixings, and I knew John could not tell me From Methuselah. Well, everything had passed off just as I had

Slanned.

My lord, the new nobby con-

uctor, came, up to me and took my ticket. He suspeoted nothing. Behind that thick fence of veils I was aB safe as Adam. "Good mother," he said.

The idea of it, calling me good mother. "Good mother," he remarked are you going far,?"

I cracked my voice and pitched it high, shrieking, "A leetle way, sir, but rui skittish, as I'm alone." "Don't worry! I'll look after you." "Well," I said to myself, "John makes a good conductor."

In two minutes from that time I was saying, "John don't make a good conductor." That fellow went and sat down by the side of a young woman who chanced to turn her bead, and there was Sase Cullis! Now it is no part of a conductor's business to be flirting with girls, though Sase Cullis was iardly that, being several years older than John, and a kind of aged bird, I used to think.

All of a sudden the engine gave the danger signal and whistled dewn brakes. My! didn't John drop Sase like a hot potato! and how he sprang for the door of the car!

What is the matter?" I thought, raising the window near me and looking out. As I looked, my blood seemed to turn to ice. and refused to flow. Coming round the curve beyond us, winking horribly, was the headlight of the evening express! How it came there, it was of no use to imagine. I thought of a hundred dismal, dreadful things all at once of a terrible orash of people scalded by the hot steam, of people mangled, of people shot down the bank into Mud creek close by? Above all, there was John. What if anything should happen to him? And there he was baek again. He bad come to the car door and shouted "Brakes!" I knew what he meant. He supposed that a brakeman was on hand, Dnt I bad seen him leave the car and go forward. John did not know it. He only shouted "brakes!" and then tore across the platform to the next car, whose brakes be began to swing round.

Was I going to sit still there? Sase Cullis might, but the next moment I was flying to the rear of the xar. As I went the old lady's things flew to right aud left, even as a tree sheds its leaves in October, and I stood at the break not as an old woman, but as Sue Plympton young and lively. As I seized the wheel and began to turn it, trying to do it as I had often seen John, howl thanked God for any strength he bad put in my arms. Didn't I, when 'turning the brake wheel, thank him for all the times I bad pullecl the oar out on the water when the spray wet my face, and the wind would rush up to wipe it for every summer that I had helped father pitch hay into the barn for every day, when, along sidtf mother, I bad tried my muscles on the old churn handles.

I thought of John, and any natural strength! had seemed to grow into a giant s. And the .'engines of the two trains—they stopped.

Mercy, what an escape that was! Those engines came so near that John afterward told roe that he did not think you could have laid a hair between the two cowcatchers. There the locomotives stood, their headlights flaring, and they glared at one another on the track like mad buffaloes, snorting and puffing, and eyeing one another real demon like.

I held on the brake, for I didn't know what those critters might take it into their beads to do. There John found me on the platform, as be afterwards said, my arm gripping the brake, my cloak thrown back, my eyes flashing, my teeth

set! You see he had come out of the car hurriedly to look after things. Seeing me he said, "Why, Sue!" Then he exclaimed "You darling!" and kissed me. In a moment he spoke again. "There, dear, that will do I want to start the train backhand we have all been wondering what made her hitch so. There, dear you step into the car and I will come in and see you soon."

One "uarling," two "dears" and a kiss! I could have gripped that brake a century just to help John. I was all gone, though I did have strength to look around and see where Sase Cullis was. She had left the train.

Through we were three and a half miles from the station in our town, she declared that she would rather walk it than be another minute in the frisky old train. I would have stayed there with John if the next minute we had gone over into Mud creek. Our train was now backing down to the side track three miles off to let the express train pass (it was the express conductor's lault that night, and not John's'everybody said,) John said he had two minutes to spare, as he came and sat down beside me. "Heaven!" he exclaimed, jumping up as if he had dropped down on a precious cap. Where is tnat old woman I promised to look after?" I could but laugh "Don't worry, John, here she is. "Why, Sue!"

He did not ask for any explanation, but put his arm about me and said he promised to look after that old lady, and hejjuei

ie guessed he would on the spot! Then he spoke of the time we went to £H UWA \C6LiJVl. caul* UVIT UC XV OM »«»v, and that I didn't love him, he thought, butnow—now, how many foolish things he did say And I—I—was so weak after my tug at the brake that my will was like a snow flake on John's coat sleeve, aud it melted all away—and— and, but there! You can't expect me to tell you everything!

Then he spo: school togetner. and how he loved me,

When John "aid good-bye to me at the station that night he kissed me before all the train hands, and he did it, too, as if not ashamed of it, but having the best right in the world to do it. In two months we were married.

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for circulation. When he rst to Elmira, a good many years ago, he was somewhat free and easy in his theology holding, as he still holds, that the life was more than the creed, and the deportment more than the dogma. One day a woman called and said she wanted to join his church. "Very well," he said, "come in glad to see you." "But," she said,"I must be immersed." "I can't duck you all over," he explained "No dish big enough." "Well," she repeated, in a troubled frame of mind, "I must be immersed all over I have been reading the Bible and I am sure the teaching is that we must be entirely immersed." "Then go and join Brother Hodgson's church," he suggested,"they have a baptistry up there, and there istft any vital difference between us and tho Baptists." "No," said she, "my friends are here in your church I want to be with them."

He pondered over it awhile, and then id Se° horn nnnnosn von ffo tin and Brotl ameise join us."

said ''See here, suppose you go up and Dtber Hodgson, and tell him to immeiseyou so that you can come and

So she went and spokeafter that manner. "Did Mr. Beecher tell you to come up here for that?" asked the irate Hodgson in aloud voice.

She affirmed that such was his suggestion. "Very well!" exclaimed the affronted Baptist, getting warmer and warmer as he thought of the highly audacious proposition. "Very weft Very well You go back and tell Beecher that he's mistaken if he thinks I am going to do his dirty work."

The lady fled in terror. That evening her husband called on the Rev. Hodgson to demand satisfaction. "No, sir! I won't sit down!" he answered as he came into the minister's presence "did you speak of the immersion of my wife as dirty work that is what I want to, know!" and he slammed on the table and doubled up the two fingers of his right hand as if abeut to wring the clerical nose with them. Mr. Hodgson backed to the other corner of the room, near the open door, and explained that he meant no offense he merely meant, etc., etc. he did not intend, etc., etc. in a Pickwickian sense, and for the dignity of his denomination, etc., etc. but be would be most happy, etc., etc. "No! I'll be d—hanged if you do!' exclaimed the wrath-stricken visitor, jamming the door with his flst. "You never'11 put a teaspoonful of water on any of my family. And indulge in any more aidfeway remarks and Fll dirty work' yon!" And he slammed bis hat down over his eyes, uttered a growl of unsatisfied anguish, went home, and carried all bfc folks over to Beecher church, "dip or no dip," as he expressed it.—W. A. Croffut.

MR.

SAMUEL A.

DEKTOH.

of Lebanon,

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Colic.

Children suffering with colic soon experi ence relief when Simmons Liver Regulato is administered.

Buy only the Genuine, in White Wranne with red "Z." Prepared by J. H. ZHILIN A CO. •MTSold by all DruffKtat«.~'E*

PILLS

A DISORDERED LIVER IS THE BANE o. the present generation. It Is for the Core of this disease and its attendants, SICK-HEADACHE. BILI0tTSirES8, iPglA,, COWBTIPATIOW, PILES, eto., that

TtfTT'B pTT.Til have gained a world-wide reputation, ito Bemedy~Bas ever been giaoovered that acta so gently on the digestive organs, giving them vigor to assimilate food. As a naturaTresult. the ffjrvous System is Braoed, the Muaolea iir.i Developed, and the Body Robust.

Chills and Fever. B. RIVAL, a Plantar at Bayou Sara, La., says: My plantation Is In a malarial dlatrlot. For ooreral years I oould not make half a orop on ecoount of bUlous diseases and chills. I was nearly discouraged when I began tho use of TUTT'B PILLS. The result was marvelous: my laborers soon beoame hearty and robust, and I have bad no further trouble.

Thm rellm Itw raiorfsd Liver, clpoiue the Blood from poisonous humors. »ail ransc the bowels to art natunUly, without whlok no one run feel well.

Try ibis remedy flairly, and yon will ffnln a MMlhr IMgwllon, ViconiuiBod». Pure Blood, Mrong Verves, mid Sound Litr. Priee,

SSCents.

Office.

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Murray at.. N. V.

TUTT'S HAIR DY(.

A RAT HAIR or WHXSKFRS ctaan "d to A,n LOSSY BLACK by a single application this DYK. It imparts a natural color, nnd ucts Instantaneously.

Sold br Druggists, or sent by express on rrcolpt of One Dollar. Office, 88 Murray Street, New York.

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Dr. TUTfa MANVAI, e/ fa/WrmaMes nnd Vm*ful Hmceipta I msllwl rail on eppHoaHon.

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Poo i'hoo'i Balaam of Nbarh'a OH. Positively RcHtorc* the hearing, and i* the Only Absolute Cure for I)cafiieM« Known.

This Oil Is abstracted from peculiar «i»eclea of small White Hhark, caught in the bellow Hea, known as Carcharodon Kondeleth. Kvery Chinese fisherman knows It. Its virtues (is a restorative of hearing were discovered by a Buddhist Priest alout the year H10. Itacures were so numerous and many so miraculous, that the remedy 1h officially j*oclalmed over the entire Empire. It became so universal that for over 300 years no I)en.fuem lias existed among tho Chlneae. Sent, charges prepaid, to any addreas, at $1.00 per bottle.

Heir What the Deaf 9aj! It has performed a miracle In my case. I have no unearthly nolaea In my head and hear much better.

I have been greatly benefited. My deafneas helped a groat deal—think another bottle will cure me.

Its virtues are unquestionable and It* curative character absolute, a* the writer «an personally testify, both from experience and obaervatlon. Write at once to Hay lock Jenney, 7 Dey Htreet, New York, endowing •1.00, and you will rccleve by return a reme1 that will eanble you to hear like anybody else, and whose curative effects will be permanent. You will never regret doing so. Editor of Merchantlle Review. *lTTo avoid low* lv malls, please send money by Registered letter n\y lyyr£«1 by MAY lilH A KN Pf fcY. (Late of Haylock A Co Sole agents for America. 7 Dry ni., N. *.

HAS ONE If your child Is alek wlth flushed etieeks.

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Rlnefc*rt's IVormlwiiin. If your child's breoth smells fend, give Blanart's Worm Lozenges.

If your child plrWa his nose, or grits hU *Sv* Blsehsrt'iWora Eiosengra.

If

aofiScif*beadaabe do not

reffitoth^wbo have used tbe Great German Hop Bitters. \*m)

your child nervous-fretm!,or ha* fe*er. Siva RInrhart's Worm Lownwi. B«MreTOu get Hlnchart'*, they are tbe wmly kind that destroy tbe Worm Weat.

$500 Reward!

will ca*e

fay

the above reward for any liver complaint. dysi)ei*ia,8lck

headache, indigestion, wnstiimtfon or costiveneas we cannot cure with west hie Liver Pills, where the direction* are strictly compiled with. They are purely

v^getable

and never fall to give satisfaction. Nugar coated. Large boxe* of cent*. For sale by all druggist*.

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aon'atreet. Chicago. Free trial package sent by mail prepaid on receipt of aa cent stamy $££« week in yoor own town. Term* and oatflt free. Addran H. Hallett drOo. Portland, Maine. Ml