Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 3, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 15 July 1882 — Page 7

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PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

like a GUN.

BY H. C. DODGE.

Oh, woman, lovely woman, You are Just like a gun— You're "loaded" up with "powder,"

Ail 1 "wAdding" too toil And when you "i»i$tu" 11 haughty man

You wt your "cap" with care. An«l vith a "bang you hlyiy "shoot" Your trye-"bail" at liim there.

Oh. woman happy woman, Wo know yon re like a gun— Yoti always hate to "make a miss'*—

Yoiir "aim'' in to bo won.

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inl you aro ••cli-.inied"b* pa and ma off," and your "bore" 'It-it you will "bant tfre" tl!l, in yoam, you've miule a"s«.»rc,"

Oh. v. otnan,! angry v/oman. You know you're likr a J?IIQ— Boi-auw "slow match" s«?ti you off,

Ami you can "kill" for fun /Ami ilion you have a "tngui*r" two Of canting men to marry—

Before they know how uroat a "load" 'J'li.-y ufti-rward tiiu-t "carry."

Love on a Farm.

"Are you my Aunt Dorcas?" Mrs. Torrance had been entertaining a quilting bee that Afternoon, and she had just got the frame out of the way, the

Jv^hoM washed up, and tho apartment .morally "tidied," when there came Ehuek tup at the door, and thore in the follow ApriI twilight stood a small tig|uro in a gray traveling shawl, and hold|ijagaliag. •Simko.s alive!" said Mrs. Torrance, F^'WHO I VOU?" "I am Kmily," said the girl. "Please lie* me in, for 1 am tired ami cold. I've nvalkeil all the way hero from the sta-

Lion.

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1 I've had nothing to eat si not!

f«joori." •'W ll, never!" said Mr*. Torrance. 'You're he oiiv whoolma'nn, ain't you, as wi.nt out to live with Cousin Shadrach? And ho dead, and the money P'.liaa g'.nn to the Baplist widow and orplum-* fund! You didn't make much by thai move, did you? And you've rotne .I ns now, though wo wasu stvlI lah enough for you before. Well come in, come in!

And Mrs. Torrance, who was essentially a kind-hearted woman, allMrit she could not lepre^s the sneer that rose to her lips, moved the low rocker closer to the lire and llunganotheriog on theand1 rons.

Cousin Khadrach had linen tho family apple of discord »ver since they could remember. Ho was rich, ho was eccentric, h' was rabted. He had shut the door in tho face of nil his relations, until, towards tho last, sick and feoblo, he had signified his de-ire that Kmily Aldon should come and take care of him. And Kmily had gone.

There had been a spice of jealousy in the family as regarded Kmilv, for along time. Kmilv had been lnokod upon as "proud" and "stuck up," because, instead of entering a factory, or learning thediessniakor's trade, she hail elceled to be a teacher. She never visited Job Torrance's family until now—now that Cousin Nh'idraoli had willed his money to the Haptist idows' and orphans—her own mother was dead, and her stepfather, a pompous old wholesale grocer, ebjeotcd to stepchildren, so that there seemed to be no other haven of refuge, left to her.

We eould not blame Mrs. Torrance (or a momentary feeling of triumph, when Kmily Allien eaino thus to her doorstone in tho twilight of that April da v. itut she helped her oil' with her things, 'made a cup of tea for her, and finally escorted her to a little room under the roof-tieo, whore the floor was covered by a home-made rag *ar|*t, and the lied decoraUnl with a rainbow "Job's troubles" |iiill, and you could look out of tho window into a griHutlng meadow, where a whip-poor-will plain ted its melancholy refrain. "I hope you'll sleep well," said Mrs. Tornuioe. "We wit breakfast at live."

And then she wentawnv. Karlyas was the breakfast hour, Kmily was awakeat least nil hour Ix'foro it— ns if the tumultuous glee of tho robins and blue bird* in the old itf-chard would

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iermtl anyone to sleep. -As she lay with ier cheek against hor pillow, watching the r«'\v dawn-light creftp up tho wall, she heard voices in the meadow liolmv her casement. "Whit is she like, mother," said Job, Jr.. who wax milking. "i h, she looks oil enough," carelessly responded Mrs. Torrance. "Littleand dark, with iig shady eves, and a real Torrftm-o mouth. locsn*t talk a groat deal, and is dressed shabby,asoiiemight CXJH'Ct." "I'oor thing," said Job, pityingly. "Well," siid Mrs, Torrance, sharply, "I can't say but what she deserves all she jjot. Them A Ulcus always wore as proud a* Lucifer." "You'll keep her. mother, of course?" "1 suppose so," said Mrs. Torrancfl. "1 don't •suppose ahe's got anywhere olsoto go."

Thero was no nioro delicious dozing for Kmily now. She arose, dressed herBclf. and Vanie down stairs. "Aunt UorettH," she said, an she encountered that industrious lady frying ham and eggs over the kitchen tire, "what is there in this neighborhood for a woman to do?" "K.h?" said Mrs, Tormnco, insomesurprise. ••To eirn

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living, I oiwin!" Emily

explained. "^s the district school supplied with teacher? Mrs. Toriauiv nodded as she pi seed tho allce-i of frir/ling ham on a blue-edged plate, and arraugod the eggs In golden spheres »b v*\

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t- here a factory hereabouts?**' purSued Kllliiv. I'HOD TO 1H\"said Mrs. Torrance. "But they faiie 1. and it has l»eeti shut down for ten 'uth«." ••lo

know of anyone who wants a

girl, a»k«sl thecitv cousin. Tor ranee set theeotlee-jvit on the table. Mow the horn for JoK and then r*vsf»ond»sl to her nieop'sijuory by attain-t®r-iiuestio:i. '•Why don't you stay here?" lVvan«*\" said Kmil v, with spirit, "I want to earn my own living." "Well, yon ran earn it here, 1 was e*lcxdating lo hire a girl this Spring. And if you'll work honestly for it, I'll |?!vt» voo the six dollars a month I was going to p*v hin*«l help." family's face brighictieil. "I should like that," said she. And then Job came in—tall, handsome, and flushes!, his curls still wet from the spring into which he had dipjwd them, a sprig of trailing arbutus pinned into bis owl—and spoke a frank welcome to the voting girl whom be had never before sfs«n. ••So Cousin Shadr*i l) Seely is dead," be will, "Ym," Mid Kmily. quietly. •*lMd vou Mkc him?" "NO,a

O»nfes«cd

to him. And ke kissed me once before he died, aud told me I bad been a good girl." "And then left hia money to the refuse for Hapitat widows aud orphans!"' said Mrs. Torrance. "That'sCousin Shadrach all over." "He had a right to do as be pleased with his money," said Emily, a faint glow rising to her cheeks. "Well, it's all over aud gone," said Mrs. Torrance. "There's no use talking about it now."

And she sighed softiy to think bow many of life's hard angels might have been avoided in the future if ouly Cousin Shadrach had been less interested in the Baptist widows and orphans.

At the end of a month, Mrs. Torrance was forced to acknowledge that Emily had well earned her

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dollars a month

and board. The girl certainly had about her that wouderful magnetic power which philosophers dub "executive ability," and New Knglard housekeepers call "faculty." She was a natural cook —she did things without seeming to take any trouble at all. "I don't understand it," said Mrs. Torrance. "A little dark slim thing that was always brought up to sit with her hands folded."

And one day in July when Job and Kmilv came in from straw herring, with crimsoned lingers, laughing faces, and baskets heaped high with the fragrant fruit, Mrs. Torrence started in the solitude of the dairy, where she was making "cottage cheese." "I deelare," she cried, "I wonder I never thought of that before, oh, dear! Oh, dear! I never can consent to it in the living world."

Job came to her that evening. "Mother," said ho, "Kmily has promised to lie iny wife."

Mrs. Torrance burst into tears. "You're only six-and-tweuty years old, Job'" she faltered. 'Just two years older than when my father married you, mother. Now don't turn your face away but toll me plainly—havoyouany fault to tiud with my choice "No—no," confessed Mrs. Torrance. "I)o you think I could win a sweeter girl than Kmily Alden?1' "No, I don't suppose you could," answered the mnt!ier-in-law elect "but it's natural, Job, to leel jealous when you see some one else taking the first place in your child's heart."

Hut when Job brought Emily in* to receive her kiss of greeting, Mrs. Torrance had sufficiently conquered herself to bid her new daughter welcome. 'Though Is pose, Kmily," said she, a little bitterly, "you looked higher than a farmer once." 'I never looked higher than one of nature's noblemen," said Kmily, with a smile that fairly won the old lady's heart.

That fcame evening as they all sat together iu tho orange twiliglit, with the scent of tall white lillies in tho air, Kmily suddenly broke the silence. "Job," said she, "would you liko to be rich 'Well, vos," said Job. "I'd like money enough to keep my wifo in luxury."

Would you, Aunt Dorcas?" said Kmily turning to Mrs. Torrance. Of conrso I should," said the matron vigorously plying her knitting needles but I don't over expect it." "Hut you are rich," said Kmily with a little tremor in her voice. "Job is rich— we are all rich together, with Cousin Shadrach Seoly's money."

Hut," cried Mrs. Torroneo. "I thought ho left it all to the Baptist widows and orphans." "Notall,"said Kmily. "It's a socrot, but 1 may tell you now. Half was left to the Kefuge—the other thirty thousand is mine, to bo paid «ver to me on tho day on which I marry a man who, ignorant of Cousin Shadrech's bequest, has loved mo loyally ami well. It was the old man's wiiim,and I have respected it. Oh, Aunt Dorcas, I came to you lieoauso in my loneliness and bewilder mont I know not whore elso to go—but I little dreamed that I was entering directly into the kingdom of a noble heart."

It was true. Shadrach Seely eccentric in life, had been equally eccentric in death—and when Mr. Mustybill, the lawyer, paid over the legacy, ho said, chuckling. "It's all right. It's exactly as my poor client would have had it! I congratulate you, Mrs. Job Torrance.',

And Mrs. Torrance tho older, had a higher opinion than ever of her daughter-in-law's attractions, now that they are set in a back-ground of gold.

the npixins of a j'ifY.sier i.x A physician writing to Dr. (iuvsott's Yellow' Dock aud Snrsaparilla, having carefully analyzed its ingredionts, says: "I feel' enthusiastio over this great health renower. There can be no other remedy so harmless and yet so elTeetivo. No other possible combination of drugs will more rapidly assist nature in hastening the cure of general ill-health. In chronic diseases of the lungs, liver and kidneys and nervous system it is especially beneficial. In its composition was especially pleased to find Iron, Celery and Juniper combined with the Sarsanarilla and Yellow Dock. Iron of itself is seldom beneficial, but In connection with such valuable vegetable tonics its effects will at all times have a tendency to promote health and strength.

„4 LOVE .4 FFAIR H'O USD UP. Chicago Tribune. "I should smile." As Hortha Kedingote spoke these words she lay coqnettlshly in a hammock that hail boen swun^ between two giant oaks Miat ream! their heads alof«. in the broad lawn, at the edge of which stood her fathers stattly residence. A little foot, enmeshed In a silken stocking, whose delicate text 1m1 displayed to advantage the trim anWi^vithln, peeped out from berteath a tfcct'y-white dress while the laughing eyes and fair forehead of the girl were surmounted by a coronal of sunnily-gold tresses of which any hair-store would have been proud. "So you like ice-cream," said Harold Mclntyre, bending over the hanimocit and looking tenderly into liertha's blue eyos. "T should smile," said the girl, getting ready to put on her slipper and start. "You are right." said Harold. "Ice cream is a good thing. Perhapxafttae dav next week I will buy yon some," the look of happy expectancy faded from the girl's face." IV hat lime islt?*' she asked., "Tfcn minutes to six," replied Harold. "Tben^ slid Tlertha, "if you Start right awav vou will get home in time for supper."

MR. M.

the girl, "lie was

crv*i and «mly. and ha.l no sympathy

«ithan\b sly. Bui I tried to be kitid strongly."

A IHISS.of Ripley, 0„ Writes

'•I have been taking Dr. Gursolt's Yellow Dock and Sarsaparilla for impure blood, weak kidneys, and liver complaint. I found it very effective* What pleaded me was its mildness. When 1 left off taking it there was no craving for its further use, nor was there any miction and coOseqaently no' renewal of my complaint, I think a great deal of the medicine And recommend It

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.1

Romance of a Glove.

"Does it please you, Katy?" "Oh, it's splendid! I could not have suited myself half so well had I been left to choose." "But yon have not seen the wine cellar yet. It is a treasure of its kind. Let's go down again."

They went down the stairs together be talking gayly, she with a troubled look on her face. After duly admiring the place she pat a timid hand on his arm and said: "But, Arthur dear, let's have no wine in it." "Why?" he asked, in surprise. "Because I have resolved, if I am ever the mistress of a house, there shall lie no liquors kept in it—no 'social glass' for friends." "WThy, Katy, you are unreasonable, did not know you carried your temperance opinions so far. Of course shall keep wine in my house, and entertain my friends with it, too."

She raised her face appealingly. "Arthur!" she said, in a tone of voice which he knew how to interpret.

Arthur's brow grew clouded. "But vou cannot fear for me?" he said, with half-offended pride. "I must fear for you, Arthur, if you begin as ho did. And I fear for others besides—for the sons and husbands and fathers who may learn at our cheerful board to love the poison that shall slay them."

They went up the steps again and sat on thesofa in the dining-room a few moments, while Katy put 011 her hat aud drew on her gloves.

The argument was kept up. It is unneeessarj' that we should repoat all that was said on both sides. It ended, at last, as similar discussions have ended before. Neither was willing to yield— Katy, because she felt that her whole future happiness might be involved in it Arthur, because he thought it would be giving way to a woman's whims, and would sacrifieo too much of his popularity with his friends. lie had bought this house, paid for it, and furnished it handsomely, and in a few weeks was to bring Katy as its mistress. But when Arthur closed thedoor and put the key in his pocket, and gave Katy his arm to see her home, it was all broken up" between them, and a notice, "To J/et," was put over the door on the next day."

It was tho most foolish thing to do but then lovers can always find something to quarrel about.

They parted with a cool "Good evening" at tho door of Katy'a lodging house. She went up to her room to cry I10 went home hurt and angry, but secretly resolved to see her again, and give her a chance to say that sho was in the wrong. He would wait a few days, however it would not do to lot her see that he was really in a hurry to "make it up."

He did wait nearly a week, and when he called at tho modest lodging house, where ho had been wont to visit so often, I10 was told that Miss Gardiner had been gono three days. "Hone where?" he asked, slow to belie vo. "Sho did not tell me, sir. She said she was not coming back. Her aunt lives at Bristol."

He then took the next train to Bristol, and investigated but neither there nor in any other place, though he continued to'search tor mouths afterwards, did ho find sign or trace of Katy Gardiner.

All this happened more than a year before I saw Katy: but wo three, "factory girls," who lodged at Mrs. Howell's with her, of course knew nothing about it. Sho came to the factory and applied for work. The Superintendent thought her too delicate for such labor, but she persisted, and in fact sho improved in uoalth, spirits and looks after she had

become used to the work and simple faro of the country girl. Sho was a 'stranger tons all, and it seemed likely she would remain so. liiu 0110 day Mary Baseom's dress caught in a part of the "machinery and, before anyone else could think what to do, Katy had sprung to her side and pulled her away, bv main strength, from the terrible danger that threatened her. After that Mary and Lizzie Payne and I, who were her dearest friends, were Katy 's sworn allies. "We nil lodged together then, in the big Factory boarding-house. "Hut Katy took it into her head that we should have sojiiuch nicer times in a private lodging to ourselves: and when sho took anything into her head she generally carried it through. In less than a week she had found the very place she wanted, arranged matters with the Superintendent, aud had us sheltered und«r Mrs.

Howell's vine ami fig-tree. We four girls were the proud possessors of a tolerably largo, double-bedded apartment, with a queer little dressing-room attached—and tho liberty of the parlor to receive callers in—a proviso at which we all laughed.

This was "home" to us after the labor of the day. In deed and in truth, Katy made the place so charming that we forgot we were "factory girls" when wegot to it. She iinproviwEHl cunning little thingynut of trifles that are usually throtm away as useless, and the flowers growing in broken pota in our windows were a glory to behold. She always had a fresh book or periodical on our "table and better still, she brought to us the larger cultivation and purer taste which taught us to use opportunities within our reach. "What made you take to our style of life, Katy?" asked Lizzie, one evening, as we all sat in the east window, watching the out-coming of the stars and telling girlish dreams. "Destiny,my child," answered Katy, stooping to replace the little boot she had thrown off to rest her foot. "But you might have been an authoress, or a painter, or a—book-keeper, or—"

Liwtifi's knowledge of this world was rather limited: Katy broke in upon her. "There, that will do. I was not bora a genius, and I hate arithmetic." 'But you did not always have to work for a living, Katy?" said Mary. "You area lady, I know."

Katy laughed a qne«r, *hort laugh. "Yes," sbesald* "and that's why don't know how to get mv living in any wav bnt this. So behold me a healthy and honest factory girl."

She rose, made*a little bow, and a flourish with her little bands, and we all laughed, although she tiad sald nothing funnv.

Nfilly," said she, "please light the lamp and get the magazine*, while I hunt up my thimble and thread. Ladies, find myself under the necessity of mending my gloves this evening* Ob, povertyf where is thy sting? In a shabby glove, I do believe, for nothing hurts me like that, unless it be a decaying boot."

Katy's gloves were a marvel to ns. She never wore*any hot of good quality and always the'saine color—a brownish neutral tint thai harmonized with almost any. dress—bat just now a new ndr would seem to be the thing needful, from the appearance of the oae she brought out.

She sat and patiently mended the little rents, while I read aloud and when she had tmished the gloves look almost new.

The next day was Saturday, and we had a half holiday. Katy and I went to make some slight purchases and on our way home, stoppoa at the big boardinghouse. to see one of the jgirls who was ill. When we came out Katy ran across the street to get a magazine from the news-sbop and came hurrying up to overtake me before I turned the corner. She had the magazine open and one of her bauds was ungloved, but it was not until we reached home that she found she had lost a glove. It was too late then to go and look for it. We went and searched forit in the morning, but could not find it.

Katy mourned for it. "It was my only pair, girls," said she, tragically "and is a loss that cannot bo repaired."

What people called a "panic" had occurred in financial circles in the Spring after Arthur had loet his Katy, and almost without a day's warning lie found himself a j-yor man. He left his affairs in the hands of his creditors—having satisfied himself that they could gather enough from the wreck to save themselves—and set his face to London.

He had been educated for a physician, though fortune made a mercbant'of him. Learniug from a friend that there was an opening for a doctor in Fen wick, he came thither and began to practice.

Doctor Scivell had gone off on a visit, leaving his patients in charge of the new doctor and so it came about that on that Saturday evening he was on his way to visit Maggie Lloyd, tho sick girl at the lodging house, when, just after turning the corner near the news shop, he saw a brown glove lying on the pavement. He was about to jiass it by but man's instinct to pick up anything of value that seems to have no owner, made him put it in his pocket. He for got all about it the next minute.

But when he had made his call and returned to his consulting room, in taking a paper from his pocket the glove fell out, and lie picked it up and looked at it with idle curiosity.

It was old, bnt woll preserved. It had been mended often, but so neatly as to make him regard mending as one of the fine arts. It had a strangely familiar look to him. Little and brown and sl-apely, it lay on his knee, bearing the very form of the hand that had worn it.

And as he gazed at it there came to him the memory of an hour many months past, when he had sat by Katy's side on the green sofa in the diningroom of their house (alas!) and watched her put her small hands into pair of brown glovas so much like this one.

Ever since that never-to-be-forgotten day, tho vision of his lost love sitting therein the fading light, slowly drawing on her glove, her sweet eyes filling as they talked—quarrelled we should say, perhaps—had 'gone with him as an abiding memory of her until he had come to know each shade of the picture —the color of the dross, the ribbon at the throat, and the shaded plumo in her hat.

He looked at the little glove a long time. He had thought it might belong to one of the factory girls, as he found it near the iodgiug-house. But it did not look like a "factory hand's" glove. He would ask Maggie Lloyd, at any rate, so he put it in his pocket until ho should make his calls next day.

He had suffered the glove to become so associated with the memory of tho past that was sacred to him that I10 felt his lieek burn and his hand tremble as he drew it forth te show it to Maggie, who wassitting in the comfort of convalescence in an arm chair by tho window, watching the handsome young doctor write the prescription for her benefit. "By the way, Miss Maggie, do you know whose glove this is

Maggie knew at once. It was Miss Gardiner's glove. The name madehis heart beat again. "Yes she lodges with Mrs. Howell, quite out of town, almost. She was here to see mo yesterdav."

Oh, I see!" said he, not the most relovantly. "And can you tell me how to find Mrs. Howell's house? I suppose I could go by and restore this glove to the owner?"

Mary and Lizzie went to church that Sunday morning. Katy declared she could not go, having but ono glove. I stayed at home with hor and offered to keep Mrs. Howell's children for her— and so persuaded that worthy woman to attend worship with the girls.

And this is how it came about that, while we were having a frolic on tho carpet with the children iti Mrs. Howell's room, wo heard a ling at the door and Bridget having taken herself off somewhere there was no help for it but for one of us tp answer the summons. "Yon go, Katy!" whispered 1, in dismay, "I cannot appear."

Katy glanced serenely at her own frizzy'head in the looking-glass, gave a pull at her overskirt aud touch to hor collar and opened the door.

Immediately afterwards#! was shocked by hearing her nttera genuine feminine scream, and seeing her drop on the floor and that man, a perfect stranger to me, gathered her up in his arms and began raving over her in a manner that astonished me. Ho called her "his darling" and "his own Katy,"and actually kissed her before I could reach her.

I was surprised at myseilf afterwards that I hadn't ordered that gentleman out: but it never occurred to mo at the time, and when Katy "came to" and sat up on the sofa and heard his speeches, she seemed so well pleased that I left them and took the children up to the room, feeling bewildered all over.

What shall I say further? Only that Katy lives in lie* pretty louse in the town known as Dr. Craig's residence, where we three "factory girls" have a home whenever we want it. And there are no liquors found on her sideboard nor at her table.

One day I hoard Arthur say, "You were a sillv child, Kate, to run away from me. I should have given up the point at last, I know." "Bnt there would have been the splendid cellar and the ten thousand a year," answered she. "It would have been *uch a temptation. We are safer as it is, deaf."

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F'S SALE.

By virtue of a copy of a decree and order of sale Issued from the Vigo Circuit Court, to me directed and delivered, iu favor of John A. Morgan, and ngainst Phoebe Ferguson, Franklin Ferguson and Albert Ferguson, I am ordered to sell the following Real JEstate, situated In VJgO County, Indiana, towit

The undivided one third (t$ part of the West, one third part of the Northeast quarter of Sect ton twenty (20), Township thirteen (13' North. Range nine (0) West, in said County and State, ami on SATURDAY, Ikr 20th

day of

Jaly

IS**.

Between the boat* of 10 o'clock A. M. am] 4 P. M. of same day,at the Court House door in Terre Haute, I will offer the rents and profit* of the above described Ileal Kstate, together with ali privilege* and appurtenances to the same belonging, for a term not exceeding 7 years, to the highest bidder for cash, and on failure to realize a sum sufficient to satisfy said order of sa and costs, I will then and there offer the fee simple,In and to said Real Estate, to the highest bidder for casta to satisfy- the same.

This 6Uk day of July, M82. JACKSON STEPP, Sheriff. Pierec Harper, attorneys. Prti fee f!Sn. week in your own town. Terms and vOOp outfit free. Addrecs H. HaUett A On. Por'.iand, Maine.

1882.

TERRE HAUTE

ICE COMPANY.

Pure Lake and River Ire.

We have a large supply for the coming season. Special ntteuiton given to ordesrs outside the city. Ice boxed and shipped on short noMce.

L.F. PERDUE,

Proprietor ami naaiicer.

Office: 611 Main street, bet.6th and7th.

KSOW THK KfTLKK! Hm»IA Bmr. Aawlirs fee

tfMlwSt).1 TtXU, 1* Meat* 11W

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lunch room

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Sure Cure for CliiSis 50.50.

The Great Malaria 1 Antidote. Sold by Druggists, or Pr. C. C. Moore, 7H l'or:landt Stv NewVorlc. invaluablo to every family*

NEW Ppnptipnl I ifij 5Tho X\ey to Foriin»« Hook rraUlllidl Lllu. (In hII AvtnunorUhi «00 pn. Clciir ly.|M\ flni'At lilmllnur unit Hliintraitlott**AUMINTS lVAM'lil). «?ft to *ir»0 [xr Month. For Terms, address J. C. McCURDY & CO.. Cincinnnatl. (A

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Liver Gathartiq

CURING ALL DISEASES .Arising from Disordered I.iver and Impure niood*. cleansing the System from all impurinea, tliiisro*xaoviuK ncurly all diseases Hint afllict matikkod.

A Burecure for diseases of Liver and Kidney: also of Itbcumatismand Neuralgia. Compounded, of the choiccst ingredient* of the vegetable king-' dom.

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DURItO

THE PAHT TWO YEA!W*»

there has been aold, through our liouse.over THRKK THOUHANf) bottlM Of "CLUM'S LIVER CATHARTIC," Wronger evidence of Popularity and Merit could scaroeiy be produced. Rcspoctfully.

UULICK & hERRY. Druggist*.

You Can Eat

in moderation, anything your appetite crave# ko matter how Dyspeptic you jire, if you usfe

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SPKEDT AST) POSrTIVF, (TURK FOR

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It will Cure your Indigestion.

It will Prevent Sour Stomach.

It will Cure Sick Headache*

It In a Ge ntlf Laxative."

It will Cure Heartburn.

It is Pleasant to

take.

It will Regulate your Liver,

It Is Purely Vegetable.

It will Assist Digestion.

Me FubUt MfilrtM.' Oet a bettle and be Cured A Bottle will coat you one dollar, ana do ycx more good than anythin* you ever tried. Trta, Souto. Ten Cents. Jost try it onoe.

Hold bv (if*LICK A HKRRY. Terre Haute. POFHAHN AHTHHA If Will relieve any case in live luiuutea. Moid by all Druggists.