Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 5, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 29 July 1882 — Page 6

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THE MAIL A PAPER

WF'I'C*.

I wonder

IIS."

lil the 0.1

Tie

PEOPLE.

FOR THE

INFIDELITY.

We loved. How true! I sighed, As lovers do—

A i'l .1.

I swore by the high Olympus blue And Styx, to stick to a lower true And tried. She witting ffi*t Ucr weat!i!go™ h«TO* nr.-ui.d my nock and *lxh.-d.

Al.d tll'Ml Wft J' il tod. I To college. Trv A* I might I liil torget her. Tim' there pa^ied ihts weekiy !etlcr— I/'tler»«. «K»"h!

tliiu, dreamy

KUMII!

•Jan lettersKigb! Gun letters usb. HfKiri my hk «HI1

sighed,

And M»iu lit For alight More tangible—something to cling to,

U.H

Who in thunder Clings to her. Amherst Student.

"MAMMA"

A SKETCH FROM LIFE.

BY MARION HARLAND.

"Do you suppose mamma will come into the room that evening?" "I hope not, for her sake as well as our own. She is always miserably ill at ease." "It is very different with papa. I am proud to introduce him everywhere and at all times." "Mamma is a good woman, Carrie." "One of the best and dearest in the world, Kate." "lint ho|H'les»ly behind tho age—and

"Don't enlarge upon tii .l point, dear. Hhe IN

Hoci,illy and

HMIhelically

imprae-

Ue title and tlio apeaker'n voice »hnddotod us Ht ih" scratch of steel upon glass. "Ii hur'Hine to admit it. I cannot, dire my-eir of the fancy that there is un-dulifulne-ti in my mortification, when 1 arow cold and hot by turns in watching wh it she would call her 'company man-

"Nni a word more, Carrie, or I shall «otifens my own shameful lack of moral fourage. Tbi* whole discussion is worse th'tn unpioliiiiblc. Mamma is mamma! All our wishing and talking cannot Irau.-.form her into our n-lincd and gratious idc matron. The best we can liope lor is to keep horin the background wh'-n lieie are those present who would he unfavorably impressed with her soleels

Tin! twin :-'KICIS—blondes, with fair, fl ill hair, blue eyes and sofllv-linted flhee ", dclicito of featur* and vivacious of .• «a: at the library table, folding an I ilii'-i'.iiig invitations to their tw* it.y-ii«t l'ii'iliday party, in thedialogu 'above recorded, there was not tone 1 asperity or ill humor. As a rule, th»v were in thorough accord with one anotner, and suited I hocomfortably padded, pci fumed world in which they lived w. il a* it suited them. lint the attractive, perfumed, selfMcckiug world had made them Mipercili'1 oils a id dd-h( .irted. It lj.ai shriveled bhe I'M' of their childhood for their mot

A T,

until was

could

faint and wea'^

Unit it could not accept and overlook her tiiulls «f education and of etiquette. The rr-iii 'uibiJincc of her loving care and of Im! oiauy sacriiic-w for ihem was forgotVeil. I'h'ev had ceased to "honor" her whom to honor is a divine benediction and blessing.

The adjoining room was "papa's stwict'liii." Kben Barrett, the .sticcosuful inert !init, preferred to call it his "tleli. Here he enjoyed his evening cigar over bok and newspaper, wrote letters that

not be postponed untii busi

ness hours, and chatted with his grownup son, who was his business partner, and with such favorite cronies as were admitted to the family apartment*. The lieu was obscure by day, receiving light (i*oni a solitary window*o|»ening upon a nairow alley and the blank wall of the Hex! house.

A woman was now lying upon the sola just beyond the library door—a sallow, 'meager worn in,angular in outline, wit failed eyes and cheeks. Her hands, bony, with large knuckles, lay idly upDti Mi

nt of such a black merino a btisv housewife would wear iici moi ning work. Her daugh-

lib Mi tor* \i ore embroidered jx5gnoir» tt sheer, dainty ruflles falling eii dainty hands.

ovei M' gi^ ih*, buu.'.e Uoune, the 'o. 111 den!\ lnto'si 11 on when:he to oi 'let subjei t'lrin is mamma! Ixdii'i I the age—and us

Itn rett had a headache, and was hi'isi'lf the rare indulgence of a in the .juiciest room in the great

Tnc pleasant ripple of talk in 'Hi)' hail soolhtnl !:iM er than dis'I.

until it bad nne.| «.o

MIII-

up- in Iters,df that she was sttinned

Nor could sterly

she move at le wandered

lopelessly Keep her

round!" "P.ipa is so difVer-

•enten.-es vvereth hnvipiute of

the wim iciUs "SOie, ,11 confu ti.-les.

In her Ki 11 ho. sach terms were not in the HI.HI'iis•

tious !»nid

Sh^ h»'t we»c

a and jarAin -i fcoiv

*0 h« her to he lovedh

women, ^'he had lxx»n

fe?o !ii«v sjsiee 1 pick them up. Married en: a b-,i«v ill ui, who had his fo.-tu ieto snake, she had, as she W'Mlt »f tile lOjf.' dust ri

MIS

ambition*.

fcim tint -de »rked as diligently at home as he 1 abroad had risen early. Uin down and eaten the innulri-

Mrvfulne** for IwtnUv-

Her children ol-'rtd, glorified her Hfc. shv, undemtn* rative and nni ^nc !. "^vald not have put

fchinin: 1 IBIVO kt»"Wti ttrir tm-r Itnutv.

f.t*'.

ber. Tu'y iv

the world cvu'.d give—Mug, as we have I said, roval in ••beuiselvt**. In her quiet way, she enjoyed seaiug their social triumptiK. ller daughters bad smiled at her"compauy manners." She bad done ber best it appeared now in the wrong direction. As by a llasb of lightning through a riven roof, »he saw that in service for others she had forgotten herself, and to her hurt. ••What a draught!" Carrie broke ofl ber work to say. will shut the library door."

The heavy leaves rolled together, and the back room was silent and darker than before. "Shut out in the cold

Tue faded lips whispered it, and the heavv eves responded in bitter tears. The mother got up, clasping her forehead to stead her thoughts and groped silently from*tbt room, lest "thegirls" should suspect they had been overheard. As stealthily she crept into the opposite apartment. The twins spoke or it sis "the drawing-room. *'It was English and sounded well. Mechanics' wives and small tradespeople had 'parlors.'

They had good taste—those sunnyhaired sisters. Their visitors bad said so often that their newly-furnished, rooms were the "most artistic in the city," that it was easy to believe this. All that harmony of tint, richness of material, well-chosen decorations could do, contributed to the agreeable effectiveness of the whole.

In the midst of the luxurious space, the nominal mistress paused to survey her image in the long mirror built into thu wall between the front windows. Another tall glass in the far depths of the carpeted vista repeated and multiplied the forlorn figure in scanty black merino, linen collar and whiteapron. A chambermaid would have been "smarter." Her oair, thin and lusterless, was strained from the hollows of temples and cheeks, and bound into a knob at the back of her head. She had dressed it in this fashion when the abundance of the brown tresses had obliged her to twist them snngiv and pin them tirmly lest theyshoui'i interfere with her care of house and babies. She had not abated a hairpin for twenty 3 ears, and they made hristlv show 011 their own account in the Iw-etied knot, fastened, for additional security, with a "tuck-comb."

Her husband, her bovs, were used to her looks and ways, and Carrie and Kate amiable fend careless, did not trouble themselves

to altar

,, ... whie'j she stumbled, and skipped for the

|Vyond,

.of thought ill which jeslhet- or write incorrectly." More Greek 'impracticable," "id"al matron, "Impropriety in lauiiimtic. "Hence, is,' ibnt«»d as insoluble and any absurdity o.- impropriety." "The idea of having committed the slightest solecism in jioliteness was.agony tohltn"—W.

Syn.—Blrb irism Impropriety absurdity. She shut the book. "So 1 am barbarous, improper, absurd, in tnv children's eyes?

rased it, "kept up her end! She covered her face with her hands, »P She was country-bred, in- and the hot tears trickled down beneath mscientious. Eben was the w«rn hands. In that position she P'V was to please and help sat fora long hour then, when the pain

-riV' si* children, all of vc and he.ilthv. She was kopin\ and rni«in' and sewin* for chil nxkd hoii«ettr't\ an export !-.j:-»*d G-o.'l.

1 iV'inomio i« her hu--'iiKi. served

4,P^pa!"

ndunti n. The discovery had not twelve, bursting into the room. troubled h«r ^cvionslv. He was the "He's in the parlor, Georgy, with «tnnger ves« t. St. "Paul and nature c«impany." "Bother! I want him to help me with this example. Kate and Carry are

long

'.»k up to hini. 'lik'vf to have her sit near

Mm in the ing. the Argand burner 1

H-v»k or Tetters shednven ling Ixasket,

that illumine 1 hi tfing light ip »n was con*, nt.

it itsin1') ih\v tnml

i*. 1 -»r hu*H«nd h. n.»! on •W!«-"j Of hV't».v 1 h.i! ,f tho bu' l*s.! »t •si the highest

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"mamma's notions.''

Recalling this, the "impracticable" woman should not have marveled that she had never given two thoughts to the unfashionableuess of her eoijjure and attire. So long as she was clean and neat, and had a "real nice" silk, and laces for show occasions, her mind was easy. "I didn't s'pose they minded," she said, aloud, to the unflattering reflection iu the fall mirror.

Her voice was shallow and dry, the intonations crude, very unliwetlie full, fresh tones and refined modelations of the prattleis in the library over there. A Parisian toilette and false hair could not disguiso her into the "ideal matron." The first word and movement would betray her. S ic was forty-six years old, and might have been lifty-fiv«, if one had judged in her appearance. "I* shotil io't know where to begin," slw said, rn!y, oven if I wasn't out of the wav of -tn l^in They're in the ii^,htofit. I'm too old to be learned.'

I'oor soul! I iigramatical, "impracticable in very laiument! Her next action was characteristic and pathetic, "it hurls me!" Carrie had said, with real pain in her accent. Since her mother cnUl not confess and ask forgiveness of her child for her deficiencies, still less atone for the unintentional injury to her child sfeelings, she went to the kitchen and cooked a sweetbread for her with her own hand, and boat a delicious desert for tho "girls" luncheon." Carrie had a weakness for sweetbreads—larded—and both were fond of "Neapolitan pudding.''

That evening Kate tripped into the "sanctum'' v\ here her father and mother were sitting, exclaiming: "I'apa, Mr. and Mrs. Dalton have called. Von will come in, won't you? There's 11 dear!"

Mr.!l)nlton was a man of mark in tho

literary and political world his call a compliment Mr. liarrett was too shrewd to gainsay. Hut he leaned his head a-k against his beautiful daughter's shoulder and smiled teasing into her eves. '"You don't caro to exhibit your plebian father to your distinguished friends?" "I do! she cried, indignantly, lu33* ing the face she thought so handsome, "i could not be more proud of you if you were a duke! I should glory if you were a In'ggar, instead of a merchant prince. Mamma, dear, I have told Mrs. Dalton that you have a toothache so you need not feel obliged to see ber. I did not think you would care to go in."

When the two had gone off together, Mrs. Mar ret opened the big "Webster I'nabi idged" that lay on the dictionary stand With unaccustomed eyes and tracing linger,she groped her way to the word she sought. "Solecism." Then a jumble of French, Italian, Spanish and (Jreok, at

She shook her head. "Fractions?" Another negative. "Then"—rhe young logician eyes spaikled—"such things can't be so aw-

duller she murmured to

dren, then4'* no time lelt for books and tr.unin* of our minds. Thetirsl thing we

as prinft*** and princesses the children »h- had given hi n. o\i-j4 acT'^ sh11 ha seen her lord it. tinum 17*^*1,v 11 m* uu»- 1 ., and n» i*tei id rmwn av.»v from hor tor-flic* and ths" —and 90b broke «ten.,tUy. Th' friction of other minds from the p«xr grieved Hps "yes, let us the best »«ch as me goessecha |k%.1 brightened and developed the pow- die let us die natural aud quiet a*soon ersofa natural!v excellent Intellect: the as we've done our share towards peoexljfh.'i'M of basins ha! Irawn him piin' the world." Into cvupMlti^n '.hat wa- in itseif an

exclaimed a fine boy of

,„lly y^,WiAiug bis boot, on .he kifcben

us believe itliout tl She tried to explain to him that a

Honor the Light Brigade Noble Six Hundred!"

Vociferated the boy, with windmill gesticulations. "It's verv pretty,' commented the small audience. "What is it all about?" "About a big tight somewhere,' rejoined the brother. "Here's mamma she can tell us."'

Alas! Mamma, thus abruptly put iuto the balance, was found wanting to a degree that stretched the young eyes to their widest. She had never heard of Balaklava, thatshecould remember, and only surmised, after studying the lyric, that it was about a battle with the Russians "over in Europe." "Never mind!"

Loving little May, reading, without comprehending, the pain in her eyes, and the low, constrained voice, climbed into her mother's lap, stroked the Sallow cheek, and laid hers, rosy and soft, against it. "You are just, mamma, aren't you? and Dolly's grandma? "It's all I am good for, darling."

The words came with a hysterical sob that brought Harrj' to her side. "You are the best mamma in the land!'' he protested stoutly.

For all that, when she had put them to lied, she sat down upon the rug before the nursery tire, laid her arms upon a chair, and cried herself sick.

The Dal tons had gone, and other visitors engaged the ladies in the parlor. Papa was holping George with his examples. The little ones slept soundly. The heart, bruised almost to breaking, made its moan in solitude, each "solecism'' a separate agony.

The light, firm step that came up the stairs, thekiud face at the door, the teudcr anxiety of the query, "Mother, are you sick?" were those of her first-born. She had risen as she heard lii.s approach. Me never went to bed without kissii her "good-night

»S

The gas was turned low, but the red glow of tiie grate glistened 011 her wet lashes and the deepened furrows about her eves and mouth. She laughed awkwardly in turning away from the telltale gleam. Scenes aro the dread of the dilliduit. "Its nothin", my boy," Irving to overcome the tremor and huskinesav "1 have the blues, and am a bit tired that's ali.'

He pulled her down upon his knee— the stiff, ungainly figure—and held her as he would May. "That means that you have been overworking yourself for the rest of us. Ah, little mother, how can we show our appreciation of your long years of patient service? I was telling Graco to-night what a wife and mother you are. She lost her parents so long ago lhatshedoes r.ot remember receiving any 'mothering,'as the old people stylo it. It's a good word. It brings to inind the soft warmth of nest and wings, the brooding and cuddling and cooing of the bird over her young. You must give my tirade a double portion wlion she becomes your daughter, to make up for what she has missed." "Morgan! I can't stand such talk tonight. Your wife will be as much ashamed of me as your sisters are. Women see one another as men don't— and mind things yon don't know until vour attention is called to them. Rut l'veseeu to-dav that I've been very dull, perhaps foolish, not to know, long ago, that I not of your kind. The best thing you, your wife, your father, your sisters, even my babies,'can hope for, is to keep me in t»ie background and the safest hidin'-plaee is the grave. I shan't mortify you there!

The cry of the poor, wouuded heart tore its way out through the lips, and solis and tears follow^!.

Mother! dear mother!" Yea, that's all I a HI—all

I ever can be!'

I ain't fit to rear the mild ren I've brought into the world. I 8on know nothin'but 0 'tend to their bodily wants, to make them comfortable "And happy, mother yes, better than that,' the young mon interrupted, almost in tears himself. "To teach them to love God and one another to live clean lives that will ripen into beneficence to the kind when youth has passed. The harvest is not yet. Mothera sow for all time and for eternity! 1 And you have sown well, my precious mother!"' "It's a long waitin', dear, 'specially when a body's worn out and discouraged. But you are very good to try to put me in heart again."

She arose, stntigbteued herself up, and ut back the scattered wisps of gray air. He could not but note how wan

"ai

and

broken

... mnitrtiful ilifrnUtr In on/1 «. i_

Tears were in the son's eyes.

MOh,

there, too, I suppose. And Morgan is %Tamthe PaMor of the Baptist 1—- —j -*—-hysician.

chair imd scowled at the rows of figures pi on the slate. case*. Over a year ago I recomtfiended

I wish I could be of any ose to yon, vour Hop Bitters to my invalid wife.who mv *aid ht» mother, piteonslv. has been under m^lical treatment of *ix laach^l, n«M unkindly, but, to her of Albany's best phynkgan* several appr*h"5i«VMi. c^ntemp*«us*ly. yftars. She lia« b^e^me thoroughly cured •Oa. o.r. of the (joMtlon, of of her varfoti* complicated huU"* prv ors." 11^ meat.

ie qt at

^ng

slat® for a mo-

mother, yon have done all this,

and more too and blessed fruit will come from your faithfulness. As I have already said, "The harvest is not yet'"

out—visiting hisgirl. That's my lack!'1 tore, and an educated physician. I am He threw himself into his father's not in practice, but am my sole family ihysician, and advise in many chronic

E HAUTE SATURDAY EVEISTN -VIL

"I dare say, now, an example in the| The Donation Party.

ule of Tbr^e would beasettlertoy n,?"

Rule Sore of heart as she was, the poor listener smiled faintly. "I shouldn't underetand the brst Jig-, ure in it." "Nor in reduction?"*

1 "C UUtldUUii 0.1 1.

It was the evening of the donation party at Rev. Simeon Slide's. Jessie Field had ret rimmed her white musliu dress with apple green ribbon, and even Aunt Betsey washed and ironed the French eamoric dress, which constituted the cream of her wardrobe, and basted French lace frillings into the neck and sleeves while the 'Squire hiui

without them I Dorc1'. congratulated himself, in a comwitnoui mem.

mat) work and needs are not a wont anV bnt she lacked the proper words and address to nullify the effect of a living example. -More solecism!" she groaned, mounting to the nursery.

Her babies, at least, would not put her to shame. She paused at the threshold of the half-open door. Harry, aged ten, was declaiming the poem he wao to recite the next day at school. May, just eight, was auditor and critic, sitting bolt upright in her little chair, herdollouber knee. "Honor theoharge they made

sort of a wayj on

he contents of

plaeent the box wagon, which stood out under the shade of the old apple tree. "If everybody takes as creditable a load to the Parson's as that, said tho Squire, "I guess they won tstarvethere. A ham, a bag o' uiixad chicken food, a firrino' first-class butter, six dressed fowls, a bushol o'russet apples, and a loaf o" plum cake, made arter Graudinother field's Revolutionary receipt and besides all that "Good gracious, pa! said Josie, who was tuc *iug away her curls under the si lings of her split-straw gipsy ha, "how areaunt Bess and I going to ride with all that load?' "Well," said the 'Squire, withan oled ginous little chuckle, "You'll have to contrive it somehow. Uue of you can sit on the butter-firkin and sort o' steady it, and there's plenty o' room for the other along side o' me 011 the -seat, and hold thepluin-CBke 011 your lap. And comin' back, I ain't noway disturljed that you'll get plenty o' beaiix. Gals always do. The moon will be a* its full, and Peter Peck and Hiram Jsllifer is both to be there and—" "Don talk nonseuse, pa!" said Jessie, laughing, and looking provokingly pretty, just as Aunt Betsey glanced over her shoulder into the glass, saw the reflection of her own face, and sighed softlv.

Ah, the sad, sad difference between eighteen and thirty. "1 was pretty, too, when I was a girl," said Aunt Betsy to herself "and I don't suppose I am positively ill-lookingnow. But the dimples are go'ne, and the roses, and the smooth, velvety curves of cheek and chin and there are incipient crowsfeet around my eyes and a wrinkle on my forehead, and when I to to parties 1 am left to sit among the old ladies by tho wall."

Peter Peck, who lived upon a comfortable farm 011 the mountain, had shot a deer in the woods—like Ninirod of old, he was a mighty hunter on the fa -e of the earth—and prepared a quarter of venison, neatly wrapped in a linen cloth, for his share of the donation party and old Mrs. Peck, his grandmother, had fished a jar of apple sauce out of the cellar, and dressed some tender chickens. "I'm past going to church myself," said Granny Peck. "But I always was one to b'lieve in thedissemination of the Gospel, so don't urndge the chickens and apple--us.-, lie ,uic and ctrrv 'em careful, P» ter, ami "Granny!" suddenly bu:si in the honest young'giant, who was tying his cravat before th^ j:la.ss with iaboi ious lingers, "how many years is it since gran'thor courted vou? "Good land o' Goshen!" exclaimed .'ranny Peck, "what is the boy talkin' about?' •"Because I want to know what he sa'd to yon," said Peter. "I'mgoin'a courtiu' myself, Granny, and I ain't had no experience, and I don't know how to go to work." "Well, I never!" ejaculated Granny Peck. "Try to remember. There's a good soul! urged Peter. "It's so long ago," said Granny Peek, with a sympathetic moisture beginning to suffuse her bleared eyeballs. "Times is changed now—" "But human natur' is human natur', just the same," said Peter. "How was it, (Jranny? "Well, he took me out a ridin',"said the old lady, assisting her memory with a goodly pinch of rose-colored snuff. "That's it exactly," said Peter. "I've harnossed up Red Robin and washed ofl the buggy wagon, and calculate to ask her to ride home with me from the donation party. "And it was a dreadful moonshiny night—'' reflectively added the good old lady. "Moon's at the full," exultingly muttered I'etcr. "I believe there's a fate in it." "And he set up close to 1110, and then he squeezed my hand with the hand he wasn't a-drivin' with, and he said I was the prettiest gal he had ever seen, and could I be contented to come and live at Hawk's farm. And I told him 1 didn't exactly know, but he might ash father. And we were married the next Fall. Ah, deary me, how long ago that all seems!" "It sounds easy enough." said Peter, rather despondently. "But I'd much sooner clear off a whole patch of hickory woods." "Don't lie afeerd, Peter," said the old lady, laying a kindlv hand on his shoulder. "If she a gal wuth bavin' she'll know you're a good lad aud I'll bet a cookev she'll say

hertelf "It's wicked it's wicked I mournful dignity in expression and of the roomy old* buggy, and droveaway was accust/imed to lie iu bed one day 'to sav it, but seems to me the «P«* l^Hl^ifV tord* us MoMhersi: We don't have no chance in life. What 11',5?t!^ with babies, and d?

I o„ght not mind that the fr^t

and work and dirt have leu marks that won't wash off. I shall trv not to feel

Yes.'"

"I only wish I could think so, Granny," said Peter, with a sigh. "Is it Kate Lanney?" said Mrs. Peck, "or Mary Elslev?"

THin'tneitherone,"said Peter. "It's Jessie Field." "Land o' massy!" said Granny Peck, elevating her withered hands. "What on airth isa pretty pink-and-white piece of china like her to do in a wild place like this?" "She's as smart as a steel trap," said Peter. "Don't you worry, Granny! Once *i -II ~K«MI krt nil

she looked yet there was en* and jar of applesauce into the back »n who possessed but one snirt, and

littte aotice of poor twr

bow

»lm!M

Aunt Betsy, shyer than

•attheoth- their use. W« both rocsmnr»end them sie to^allow hiai to take her hom^ with

a the old-fashioned supper, "do take activity, and whilo^ the0* leaotlceof poor Peter Peck! See his eyes are following you. And on have hardly been decently polite to

Peter Peck, indeed!" said Jessie, radiant in the consciousness of being the

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rettiest girl in the room. "I couldn't bothered with him, Aunt Bess none of your backwoodsmen for me' Yon oan go and talk with him yourself, if yon please!"

child, blush

ing. shrank away. "NrV she answered, "I couldn't do that. I—lam so little acqaaintod with him!**

FIsUf an h^nr afterward Peter P®?k,

onib'« to nwte np his mind to ask Jes

to'mjr'mrn.ii, many"! oid RMa and the baggy, sidled up to I monlons 1 cami of th^r various ailm- by

RBV. E. R. I 9^3 he, jerking the words astonishing.

out with an effort, "can I take Miss Field home?" "Much oblerged to you, Peter, 1 111 sure," said the "Squire. "I had the box wagon here, but 1 don't mind riding home aloue, if so be as you'd like company."

Peter drew along breath. "It's as good as settled now, said he to himself.

His heart beat high when, in the misty moonlight, a slight figure came out under'Squire Field's escort, all muffled, shawled and veiled against the chill, fresh air of the autumn evening. "It's a nice, shiny evening," said he sheepishly, after they were out on the highroad.* "Very," answered a soft voice. "1 hope I don't crowd you?" he hazarded. "Oh not iu the least!" responded his companion.

And then followed an appaling silence, broken at last by the vehement accents of the young farmer. "It ain't uo use my skirmishin' 'round like this!" said he. "It's got to be said Hud the sooner 1 say it the bettor, because it's a-chokin' of me all the while! 1 love you, Miss Field! I can't live, nohow without you! There, it's all out now. "Oh, Mr. Peck faltered Miss Field. "Do vou s'pose," said honest Peter, with a clitn remembrance of bis grandmother's lesson, "you could be happy at Hawk's Farm?" "Oh, Mr. Peck "But say yes or no!" pleaded Peter, "Will you be'my wife, Mls« Field?"

And the word which floated upon Peter's ears, through the veils and wraps which lie was now valorously bugging close up to him, was Yes "I never was so happy in all my life! said Peter rapturously. ••Nor 1," whispered the voice behind the veil.

And then Peter took courage to kiss her, and then Red Robin shied at a treestump, and then, all too soon, appeared 'Squire Field's square, red house behind the apple-trees. And Peter helped his fiancee out us tenderly as if she were a bar of gold and he a miser up dashed Mi. Hiram Jenifer's varnished side-box road-wagon, and, turning arcund, Peter Peck saw springing from it Jessie Field.

Was |it, witchcraft? Nothing of the sort for there, close to him, smiling and blushing in the moonlight, with her veil thrown aside, was Miss Betsy. And it was Miss Betsy to whom ho had promised, and Miss Betsy who had accepted liim.

Peter Peck gave a convulsive gasp for breath. What was he to do? Should he tell Miss Betsv that it was a mistakethat he had taken her for her neice or should he—

But at that instant ho caught a licetglimpse of Jessie's radiant face turned up to Jenifer's, and it was a revelation to him. "Hang it all groaned Peter to himself "that other fcllnw has been ahead nfiiio! and 1 don't care a cop|ier centshe onlv a feather-headed little coquet, after all,'and Miss Betsy is worth two of her.and 1 ain't so very young myself, and there never was a Peck yet that did not stick by a thing when once he'd said it."

So, taking Miss Betsy's arm tenderly under his own, lie proceeded valiantly into the house, to ask the 'Squire's consent and blossing.

As for Jessie she lingered long under the trees iu the moonlight, talking with Mr. Jellifor and when at last she came up staiis to the room which aunt and neice shared together, she looked earnestly at her companion. "Aunt Bess," said she, "what is the matter? Why do you look so happy?" "Because Mr. Pee' has asked me to marry him,' replied Aunt Bess, softly, "and'I have answered 'Yes."' "Well, if that isn't strange!" cried Jessie, squeezing and kissing her still youthful aunt. "And 1 have engaged myself to Hiram Jellifer. Oh, Aunt Bess, what a sweet, bright, happy world this is!" is!" answered aunt liess and then, strange to say, they both cried.

Granny Peck was sitting up, by her candle and fire, when at l.\st Peter came homo. "Well, Peter,"said she, "what luck?" "It's all right, granny," said Peter, "I've asked her and she has consented, and I'm to bring her here in three months!"

Granny Peck looked doubtfully around. "Well," said she,"I'm glad you've sineroded, Peter. But I'm a little afeard all these homespun things won't be fine pnough for Miss Jessie Field*" "Jessie!"echoed Peter, With an excellent imitation of surprise. "It ain't Jessie at all. Jessie is going to tnafry that Jellifer fellow. It's Miss Bessie Field,tho 'squire's sister,as I've proposed to." "Well, I never!" said Granny Peck. "How could I have been so mistook?" "I'm sure I don't know," said Peter solidly.

A ntYsii'ian says: "I know many who have long suffered from dyspepsia, weak lungs, asthma, consumptive symptoms, impure blood, scrofula, etc., and who found quick relief by using Dr. Guysott's Tonic of Yellow Dock and Sarsaparilla, etc."

THE PJ11 LUSt 17/ A SI) Til EI li SHIRTS.

Detroit Free Press.

Once a womanVho was called in todb Garibaldi's washing, ventured to remark that she could not find his shirts.

My shirts! I have but two," he replied. "You must have one in t' wash I have the other on. With a little order

v. have the other on.

I get her here, vou'll see that she II be all and calculation, two shirts are plenty!" right?" Gariiraldi's philosophy was never surSo Peter piled his venison and chick- pnssed, unless by that Kentucky gentle-

lr1 K.i anr) /Ir/tvanuruv I a ISa in hoH r»n#* tflnv

to theparty^ as full ofhopes and fearsas ea week to have the sacred any young girl. But when be saw Hiram Jellifer, the village store clerk, enter, all redolent of pomatum and cologne, in a city-cut suit of clothes, and hair brushed to a peak over bis forehead, his heart sank within him. "I hain't no chance at all," thought Peter. "Jessie," whispered Aunt Betsey to her niece, as they were clearing the din

washed.

ing-room lor the games which followed thebrain and

UDOB the OIA-TA&QION&U suppor. uo UIKQ I •CUVIVV, «UU nuni|wv»- L, littlfl Hoti.* of ooor Peter Peck! See citement lasts, all feeling of languor and

rw. h,,'Uhed. bu

•TRADK

THE GREAT

FOU

RHEUMATISM,

Heuratgia, Sciatica, Lumbago, Backache, Soreness of the Chest, Gout, Quinsy, Sore Throat, Swellings and Sprains, Burns and

Scalds, General Bodily Pains,

Tooth, Bar and Headache, Frosted Feet and Ears, and all other Faint and Aches.

No Prrp«rRHm 11

Mirth

ULCER SCROFULA

PIMPLES

BOILS

3REEYES, SCALD HEAD.

PCURIAl Diseases

AND

tUn0

livf-r in In

garment

One morning, while he was at

A WORD TO THINKERS. The perfection of a strengthening medicine consisting of its leaviug no unpleasant after effects. Whiaky, ale, beer and other alcohol! 2 beverage* excite

blood-vessels

to unnatural

low Dock, Sarsaparilla, Juniper, Iron Auipista, Maine. Buchu, Celery and Oalisaya, each of, which have separate and distinct virtue.

but when blended in a single compound excel all other remedies In giving health, strength and vigor to every part of the 1-1 body. Haoh a compound Is Dr. Guysott

body. Jstten a orapuna ur. Yellow Dock and fi* rsa paei 11 a. Its har-

Wdneys and muscular »y«tem

equals ST. JACOB* Oik

a sure, utmpte atid cheap Kxtfrnal Remedy. A trial rntalto tu the comparatively trifling outlay of 50 fcllfn, »nd ervry ono suffering *tth jxvin can have and potitive prvf of lta cUiuu.

Pirecfkiua in E1ev«n I.4ingnage*. BOLD BY

ALL DRUGGI8T8 AND DEALBR8 IN MEDICINE.

A. VOGELER &, CO.,

lialtitnore, 31 t., V. 8.

OF APPETITE.

STOMACH

IT HA3

NO EQUAL

RESELLERS & CO.

PITTSBURGH. PA.

"SELLERS LIPCR PlLLS'fFOP LIVER COMPLAINT I' vEH 4 AC|ir.iirAt)AfiHC.MAWKiA.'CON3TlPAHuN.8,.

IDNEYsWOR

uctii

week

when the re-

distress is banished, but when the reaction comes, "the last atate of that man is worse than the first/' Invalids should trust more to nature for their recoverv and avoid the use of stimulants as ai- __ together injurious. Be partial to a fruit for'circular and sample* free and vegetable diet, and choose such medicines as are strengthening to the whole general system. To this end no better medicines can be used than Yel-

Portland, Maine.

'HECfJEAT CURE

K-IM3-U-M-A-T-1-S-3I

As It In Cm-all vlio painful dluoaaon of the KIONEYS, LIVER AND BOWELS. It oloarjicn the eystom of tho acrid poison that causOB tho droadful Buflbrlntr which only the victims of rheumnUam oan ronlUe.

THOUSANDS OF CASES, of tho worst forms of this terrible disease httvo bcoa i^ulokly roliovod, and la short

PERFECTLY CURED.

I'ltirE 91. 111 ir 1)11 V, SOI,D by Hit I («(iIHTS. 1 Pry or.<p></p>KiiarHB?»^woRT

Vo rent hv

VN'l'.LI-'?. 1::

en.. Hmlln»,-lin,Vt

MOTHERS.

Aro you anxious uboiit tin* |necions 1 iVt»B Cominltlcii lo your cure7 Now dial ihc hot Qiiiiiiiii'i months ure IKTC wi'li nil llic !anHC*r)« it -holera Mnrhu1-, Diiirrh«»n, Siumncr ('l)ipin:tiI•« Kill*, •(«•. 'J lit' M'CHIKI Miniliicr with the ctiiliiK-tliiH' to iil«l 10 oiir nil!rill. As you love 1 J1 vd'ucyoiirfiiihrs Itdo not full* to procure J"w hoiiic of KUVfril,lt(T 0«!'n 11 fVIH OF IlLAt IIKUK K«»«T. It Is tli 01.lv Kill'!' iilul Cfi l.iin ri'iuciiy :ii!it fn eof all opluin, or injurious !run. It v. ii! jns your child Kiifolv throii^li lin-

IIVII

of dmigor.

(}o«l for 1*0 lxiVM-l dlvriiSPM. Adult* unwell hh clilldn n. a5*. |»«*r Sold by ill!

Hit'li Kfiidnrhfl Korliif relief mid curiMif the dlMrew1 hi 11 ftlli-t Ion tnkc

IIIIIIOII'S

Ver

R.tiii'iiiur.

Perform may ivoid iiMiK-kn by .(•(.•iixioiiiilly tiikof siin,ioiisr Iw vi iutor ke the

shoulil not bp r^Kiirded .1 tiitbrtf aVbnent. Nature d'-iiiund^ the utmost yularMy of the iHjwel*. Therefore nsst Xitiure l» bikiiiK Hirninoiis Liver Kogul"'"r, it in iiitUI ami efTV.'Ctiia!.

I'lli *.

Relief Is at baud for tho-e who futlirr day after tiny with J'i i». Hlintn«»» Ll^w lUrgniator

Iium cuiel

you.

buudn^N, iilul It v^ill cure

The Regulator wlli |K»-inveiy cure

!l)

ter-

riblc dixeaxe. Wc iwrt n|liHticully what we know to be truColic.

re»tThi» wife ru«hed in'and cried Bill, Children Kuffering with colic won experithe durnod calf etyour shirt!" l"|K»n enre relief wt.cn mmonx Liver Regulator this Bill remarked tranquilly that "tliein adiniiiisn red. er. he* must 1'

Buy onlv the t»iiin-, In White Wmp|)«r, with n-.,

j. 11. ZKILIN ACO.

by all PrnimUKl.'W

^«, iofin on farm* In

M«umiJof

WPOIUImproved

Jloiicy 92/m or more at wlx per

CCnt

*T .'

), Indiana poll*. Ind.

in your own town.

Term*

and

outfit free. Addrewt H. llallett&Co.

Rubber Roofing pvt y^uare u*"t.

Oost only (A/it a lifetime, on «leep or flat roofs.

$w&

and will Bend

Ind. Paint and liooflng Co, Indianapolis Ind.

f) A week.«2a day at »*omeeamiy*»mad« 1

(*rtly Outfit free. Addrew True A Co.

I)F-R.

nri.<p></p>TOMLTM'S,

B. F.

»•r-TOMLIX.

J. r. TOXI.I*.

»nd lhile

X'h

LIVI

Of»toStr««t.

TEH?TS ICALJRK. INTLKVIF V. Wil! fiU'HU'ir- i" t-i hN tj: cialtia^- H'rit f^r p*i«r aiUii^ jert muw ?}f vi!r**.

Dr I. F. roHLr?7 will do

?a:

a iten -ral practloe

I giving xU calls pm:n it tontioni, lay or night