Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 6, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 August 1882 — Page 7

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

IN THE BOTTOM JjRA WER.

I There are whip* and tot* and pieces of strings •There are shoes which no little feet wear, I There are bit* of ribbons and broken rings,

And trewHw of golden hair, There are little drew** folded away lykjut oI the light of the sunny day.

There are dainty jackets that never are worn, There are toys and model* of ship*, THftere are book* and pictures all faced and torn, I And marked by the finger tips, -Of dimpled hands that have fahen to dust,

And I Mtrive to think that the Lord is just.

And taken all of mine away,

They wander afar In dlMant climes, Tit"} perch by rielil and flood Their hands are black with the direst crimes

That kindle the wrath of »od. Yet a mother's song bus soothed them to rest, Hiie has lulled them to slumber upon her breast.

And then I think of my children three, My babes that never grow old, And I know they aru waiting and watching for nie

In the city with streets of gohl. Hiifc, w»fe from the cares of the weary years, From sorrow and sin and war, And I thank my God with falling tears

For the tilings in the bottom drawer. —[Baltimore Sun.

ROSE IN BLOOM.

Everyone asked what Mr. Waterson W'atrous married that little fool for. But Mr. Watrous thought he knew best whom he should marry, having experienced his first violent passion at SumMersauds, after many idle affairs that came to nothing, on the evening when he saw her framed in the half window, leaning her face on her hand and gazing out over the dimly-lit ridges of the sea and the gleam of a single sail, the last reach of the electric lights silvering the curtain behind her, and lifting her face into an aura of lustre and color, the beautiful, blushing, dimpled, dark-eyed face, an jierfect in UH outlines as one cut on a gom as perfect in its tinting as the rose In bloom, from whieh the sweet thing had her name the rose in bloom of ttie Arabian story, maybe the rose in bloomof any honeyed and fragrant June garden, Just as likely.

What high and innocent fancies dwelt in the soul informing Mich a face? Of what was the lovely creature dreaming a* she gazed that night upon the dimridg'*d Mea and UH dark wail? Lofty and inert ible thoughts he was fain to imagine titem, and if one had said it was with the dreamer one of "those high moments when thought is not," he would have Mourned the *|eech anil hated the speaker. What to him after that vision was Mabel Murray, the strong-minded young girl who had studied meulcinennd served nor time in the hospitals, whoso course ha I won his admiration, and in whose sparkling savings .md more sparkling glances he had been wont 10 take (erhaps more pleasure than lie should? Wnat was the rest in Ellen Van Volt's presence, with her slow

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great blue eyes and moony face? What was the*beauty of Miss Steinlierger's costume of peach blossom and old-gold brocadcs, except to indicate her father's ingotsHe forgot that ho had been on tlie point of Hesitating over these ingots that ho had thought the calm and sweetness of the Van Volt temperament might bo a comfortable thing In one's house that he had once lain awake of nights haunted by the ripple nf Mabel Murray's laughter, by the gliotenlag of her eyes, Mable Murray, who had seemed to attract him by the lxst there

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in him, ami who perhaps

had morn than one brief note of his somewhat compromising to a man who pretended to be heart-whole All these things were but the dross left from the lining ot gold—pure gold was hlssudden and complete Kose in llhioni, born in a moment and .indestructible for all tune.

As for Hose herself, she was nvrelv takcti jHtssesslon of she never thought of resisting. Mr. NVatrous tilled ner whole horixon from the moment that he entered It, and she adored him with all the adoration possible to her simple little nature, she had thenceforth but one Idea and object in life, and that was to

men ami oojeci- IU inc. HUU iuwt u«mi to make herself lovely in his sight and

MAI^I

the color of sweet-

Murray or

Sou*

corrugation

brow.

"The best there is," he answered her. "And the beat is good enough for you! •he would exclaim in triumph"Would you care very much," she might ask at another time, "if you beard anybody say— Mrs. Van Velt say—that vou were a fool for marrying a fool" "Mrs. Van Velt is a fool!" "And there's no fool like an old fool, she would cry with satisfaction.

If, at the end of a eouplo of years, her sunshiny sweetness, her tropical tempers, tbe*,novelties of her innumerable caprices, were at all wearisome, he did not know it himself and it was only because Rose was not very well, and more than ordinarily nervous, that she began to imagine such a thing, began to imagine it shortly after he had been appointed upon the committee with Mable Murray-I)r. Murray now—to select books for the use of the Spanish Club during their stay in the moan tains where they had made a late part^ for the sake of the autumn colors. For since Atchison and Topeka bad brought Mexico to the door, as one might say, eveivbodv bad a rage for Spanish. •*l"shall take my Spanish in lace," said Rose. "The idea," she said, twirling a ripe maple branch she, had brought in, a trophy of October, "of a marned man's going to write and recite exercises! Why didn't you finish your education before you married I did." "But, my dear child''— "I think you are the dear child," pointiug her linger at him as if she had made a discovery. "I'm sure I never should have married a schoolboy, if I had known anything about it. And why in the world should people want to learn more languages than their own— or maybe French, to talk with the diplomatic people at Newport, or Saratoga or Washington You won't meet them here in these stupid mountains! Oh, bow I do hate these mnuntains! They are just like great crouching

But a feeling of bitterness fills my tool, Mometlmes when 1 tr'to pray. Club during their stay in ine uiuuuThat the reaper has spared so many flowers,

Knd I almost doubt if the Lord can know iormesaseoi I'hat the mother's heart can love them no.

Then I Oil nk of the many weary ones Who are watching and waiting to-night, For the slow return of faaltering feet

That have *trayed from the puths of right, Wno have darkened their live* by chaine, and win, Whom the snares of the tempter have gath trod in.

jng where they had made a late party

th Mhe of

he married H^se, that the Mils* for those toilets were enough to support a small ... fumiiv thev ought be. It made no Shewaahalf paralysed with anger lor od is thai she took hold of her house- the instant— with pain, amazement, love kneplngasif she were pmviug at dolls, and grief. She st*od in the same sj»t, and. when she Urod. lei the bouse keep speechle*-«. perhaps thoughtless, like itself there was no rewson why she some queen of tragedy, for a whole hour, should k-Hp a house: he procured a when a tap at the door aroused her, and nou»ekewrr lor her. It made no odd* she took from the boy there a telegram, hat when he gave her a clseek-book to tear it open and jvad the single line, ai^aiuot *t»»w sum in bank, she dr*«w MHH1-I\V. \T. .*' I.u« tiie whole Hiiin %Mth the first cheek Mr. Watrous himself had undergone* rtjt.i u.-i.t on clicking on: other sums -variety of emotions during th.s mortiuh v. rv leaf in the Uok till he was ing scene with his wife. At first he had i!iiixi a hugelv overdrawn account been simply amused, then a little vexed that mnt le rtvUhed: what should she ashamed of that, but somewhat perknow of tins no**? she had been a plexed. gradually hurt, and at last vio1 tanker he not have married her. fently incensed and wasfat that point It made no odds that she refused to in-j that the neighbor's word had obliged vtto

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autumn colors. For

"But, my darling, this Spanish is a matter of business." "Yes, I see it is. Business of books with Mable Murray, and her great impudent black eyes! "Arethey impudent?' And then he kissed her waxen lids as he sat beside her. "Now, my Rose, let me explain'

"i don't want any explanation! with a shrug and a pout, anil the gleam of a sunshower glance and then after that air of hers that seemed to her husband like the expression of latent possibilities of luflnite wisdom, "Things that need explanation

texplan

her

themselves," she

said. "But next year it will be most convenient to know the language ST we are in Mexico." "lu Mdxico! Well, I declare! Or all things! What should we go to Mexico for?'* and the voice began to pipe like the wind in a ship's rigging. "Leave our sumptuous house, and all our friends, our supper parties after the opera, my lovely dresses, my shopping, and your club—uot your lidiculous Spanish club—I don't care bow soon you leave that—and go dowu into that wilderness!" "But, my dear love, it isn a wilderness. It is the region of the first modern civilization of our continent, of an older civilization too, perhaps the oldest on the earth, who knows? Don't you want to see the place of departure of the ancient Conquestadores, to whom we owe so much of our country pick up, perhaps, a bit of the bronze armor of one of the knights who went out to seek the Seven Silver Cities and never came back go farther down into Central America where those oldest of old cities are being unearthed"— "No, I don't want to no anythiug of the kind. And 1 don't want you to. I don't careanything about old cities. I like new ones with French shops and smooth pavements. You might as well ask me if I don't want to die and go to heaven when I like here! Mabel Murray likes that sort of thing. You had better take her. I shouldn't be surprised if you did. She will be handy to have on "the way,a doctor, a great hateful woman of a doctor! And you'd have married her once if she hadn't been, yo.u know vou would 1 shouldn't be at all surprised, 'she cried, getting up and flying in a purposeless way like an angry bird about the room, pausing at last beside the mantel where, as luck would have it, was a sealed envelope directed in her husband hand to L»r. Mabel Murray. She caught the note in her bands and whirled "it toward him. "I demand that this shall stop she cried—'"shall stop at once, Mr. Waterson Wat ro us You have brought me here to insult and outrage me while you carry on an affair with another woman, a shameless woman who would be delighted to see me crushed, a woman vou know you used to flirt with furiously, and would have married if"—

If I hadn't married you." her bus

band said

but one notion of how to do it, and thai, DUKUlf IIIHHMI VM «ll« if III' II, nuvi u« .» ........... .... ,, wa« with the most ravishing toilets to be dure this humiliation, she went ... I ... l.. 1,1... llltn tlinrp Vphfillll invented— to-night in pale blue gauzes, silk to morrow in SUKW hu- wh»» nwwir- m-« vjv:* briar petals now me white wools of a like

coolly, thinking that enough. woman tieforo whom 1 will noten-

working herself into more vehemence, her eyes blazing, her clicks burning

roses

novice, now in the shadowy rolw"* and radiant in her anger as in her joy. "V on dark Uu* veils that might simulate a can't love her and me too. our heart nun again wreathed and garlanded and isn't big enough. I repudiate such love. half-clothed with tlowers—toilets that themselves coquetted with possibilities. But her toilets were to him only the set

IHII i.e. H...VI, -I.« .. bor, knocking at the door, and opening ting and surrounding of the picture that it hurriedly. "Beg pardon.

night in the half window she wasalways vou were bound for town. The coach is the creature of those lofty and ineftatlle }ust going out of the yard, and there is faiii ics who walked just above the com- no later train to-day, you know. And uion earth without quite touching it. before Rose knew what had happened.

I, ISM.U. htni, pilhi'r, .tie, i^^S -ashing down tlie avenue to overtake the c*vach, and on his way to town

in the sun, and her beautv as

"Mr. Watrous," cried bis next neigh-

Stoiuhonj^r bin* to dwli for the train or lose it, und

to tbeir house it was the bit -f spirit that there was money to pay at the bank that made her perfect. Nor did it make auv day and not a second to waste. By the «xids to him if she cried out at the din- time be had reached thestation his indign«*r tubUs with A pooplo «rwn nation had cooled by th£ tiin^ tb6 triin them, that he had certainly had enough was moving he began to smile at himvine that siic lur»t into a Wild attack of I self and at his little Rose in Bloom as sobbing and had to 1* assisted frtmi the welt. to be accused in this way who place when a telegram was brought to. had never given her reason for one lota him in church and lie lelt hurriedlv to of iealousy, for whom other i. I W.

iealousy,

»u »»»... .... n—i-, —roly existed women. wnom, as that when once delayed in a distant he had always shown her. she was all in cit he took a friend's wife to the opera all. And what was her pretty anger, a faiui she wrote to the ladv a denuncia-1 ter all. but passionate, love for biro? lion of her conduct: that she had not. in Would he have it otherwise? ould he fart, a sec*md partirleof inteiligenee—he change a hair of her h«ad, be thought, did iu»t want It. Perhaps be had enough the train dashed through the rich redfar both. Just as she was, he would ne*s of the autumn Uuids, one gleam of neither add anvthing nor take anything her wav of thinking, one trait of her infn»tn her—she" was Rose in ith^m. be dividuality? And then he remembered didn't want her to be any body else. that he had forgotten, between his reuiiin wans ner io IK«I riw. ium »v u»u ••LO vcu really think a a perfect sentincnt and his consternation at UH? littlewife?"she"would a*k, with an aux- thought of lodlng the train, to bid ber ',ha: sweet white farewell: and be got oflf a. the tir*t telegraph statjon to seed ber the single word

thought

TEKRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING A TL.

"Good-by,"at which he thought she would laugh, and all wonld be nght between them. And that dene, he gave his mind to the ways and means of bis business, and hardly thought of the matter again. But for all that, he took the night train for the mountains all of twelve hours earlier than he had intendccl*

Poor Rose in Bloom! As the door closed behind the telegraph boy she fell in a little heap on the floor, all the tragedy queen gone. She did not know now long a time passed before she became aware of herself and the world again, like a great pain somewhere outside her ana then she saw the telegram that bad fallen from her nerveless hand. "Go«d-by." Then he had gone. He had gone forever. He bad left her. She had driven him away with her temper, with ber jealousy. She should never see him agaiD, and she never deserved to. He would go to Mabel Murray, if he had not gone already. He would go to somebody who could learn Spanish and wanted to see old cities, and bad read old books, and could say things that would be pleasant to hear when the rose bad left the cheek and the ligh't had left the eve. The rose was leaving her cheek now, the light had left the eye—a pereon couldn't feel as she did for nearly a year and look like anything but a clay mask. She saw him turn to Mabel Murray the other day when the Professor was talking about certain words betraying races. As if words hadn't betrayed her into this trouble! Why was she made such a simpleton that she couldn't be of any use to ber own husband, and in order not to sink to her level, in order to keep his intellect afloat, he must turn to another woman, who could help him, heal him, save him! She hated Mabel Murray, she bated the great strong-minded thing! she crumpled the telegram into a bunch and left it on a sheet of paper on which she bad written the words, "Good-by it is, then never thinking that if he bad left her he was not coming back to read it, put on her hat and mantle and went out, she bad no idea where. "Perhaps she is better for him than I," she was sobbing softly to herself now. "But she will never'love him half so well as I. And besides lam his wife, his own wife! And all the rest is wickedness," she sobbed. And so she weut her way. Soon she was in the wood and going up a bill now she forded a brook on steppingstones now she was on a bare ledge that overlooked the land now again she was where branches rustled round her. Here she walked and here she waited she did did not know that she was hungry or tired she bad only one sensation, that her husband had left her and she was walking to the end of the world. She did not seetho sunset gathering below her, its great purpie banks lit up with lurid yellow light. She did not notice the twilight coming without stars. She sank at last without strength to go farther, but also without consciousness of it, and slept with utter weariness.

When Rose awoke it was dark night she was in a wood something soft and cold was falling all about her like frozen uits of blowing eider-down. It was snowing. Her heart stood still with horror. In the mountains.and the night, and tho snow, and lost! She rose to her knees, shaking ofl' a suffocating dust of snow, got upon her feet,floundered on a little way, fell in a drift, staggered up again aud then fell once more in the powdery depths. She remembered the talk at the inn about the swiftness with which the snows heaped themselves. Well, she would try to rise no more what did she care,anu what cared he? Ah! what was lire, anyway She would close her eyes and go out of it,and then the path would be smooth for her husband and that other— The thought of that other woman seut the blood bubbling and tingling through her veins till she was as warm as if wrapped in furs,and she broke out iu a wild crying, calling her husband by name, telling him she loved him, she was his little Rose, and begging him not to let ber perish. What if the wild beasts of tho woods should scent her—some yelpin pack of wolves, some lie ice tiger-cat What if she suddenly saw in the moon

pack of wolves, some lie ice tiger-cat What if she suddenly saw in the moon lighted whirl of snow the great head, the tiory eyes,the red jaws of some black boar Ah, the terror of it! And her husband sittiug now in his arm-chair laughing at the drolleries of "Patience," put on the stage for tho first time that night! Oh, if he only knew where his wife was! He would come looking for her jerhaps when it was too late. Perhaps he would not trouble himself at all. It was his fault she was here now ho had driven her outwith his fatal goodby. Ah, she had better let the drift cover her And having made up her mind to that, she rose and ran forward to escape it. She remembered that she had spoken idly of these terrible mountains perhaps they would take tbeir revenge now And so,fallen again in the blinding and stifling snow, she watched and walked and cried and called, tho wind rising and whistling about ber. "My heart will break shecried. "And you will lose jour baby! And I never meant to tease you so It'was only because you were so "dear to me. Oh, why can't you hear me why can't you bear me

Perhaps she fell asleep again. Tbe snow had covered her thickly when she again found herself observing her situation. She knew thatalthough thesemidarkness of the moon-lit storm was still the same, tbe night must be nearly spent, she was so faint and tired, so hungry and sick and a vague new terror began to possess ber. Sbe rose slowly, shaking oft her flaky coverlid in a great cloud and found her footing once more, tumbled on with a furious sort ot haste, up and down and up again, wringing ber hands, tossing tjfie snow from her eves, and at length falling for the last time into the soU,sinking mass with the sensation of falling starry distances and darknesses that she had often had in dreams.

And there she lay and stirred no more. Fortunate for her was St that she could not stir for that last step had sent ber gently sliding with tbe enveloping drift over tbe edge of the precipice and into the drift that piled in tbe wild huckleberry thicket far below, received and upbuoved her like a cloud upon the edge of nothingness into which another step would take—the end of the world, indeed, for her. Sbe was motionless, easy, warm, and in a sort of stupor. Nothing was of any consequence. She looked up and saw a strange pointed head, with eyes like flames, protruding into the gray shadows far above, she was dimly conscious of lights moving, voices calling, the reports of rifles rattling far awavin the low country it all meant nothing to her. Wolves, will-o'-tbe wisps, the wild women of the hills, were but phantoms dancing before her eyes, and when there came a great cry ringing through the thick air, and lights were flashing in ber face, and men were swinging down in ropes over tbe rock, and her husband was snatching ber into his arms and to his aching heart, she only murmured, looking up into his face, unsmiling and unconscious," It was all your fault, yon know, and good-by it is, then. You will lose your baby, and my heart will break. Oh, why cant yon b*wr me! And if sbe is better for you than I she will never love you half. so well, and besides I am your wife, and

I love you. oh, I love yon, and all the rest—all the rest—is wickedness, you know." And Rose in Bloom, carried gently down the mountain, on the guides' litter of hemlock boughs, gave no more sign till hours afterward when ahe opened her eyes, and shut them closely again as she took her bearings. When at length she found courage and looked up, she understood that it was her husband hanging over her aud whispering to ber with all tender and adjuring words, and that it was Mabel Murray aitting there and holding her baby on her knee. "I suppose you saved my life," she murmurea presently, her dark eyes still resting on Mabel, "aiter they brought me home. If you will bring my baby here I will kiss you and ask you to forgive me. But, oh, can you ever imagine what my husband married such a little fool as

am for

—Harriet Prescott Spofiord.

CHEAP SUMMER DRINKS.

WHOLE8OMK BEVERAGES FOR HOT WEATHER, AND HOW TO PREPARE THEM.

The strongest practical argument against total abstinence is the difficulty of obtaining any non-alcoholic beverage, at once cheap and palatable. Many people do not like water, and if they did, not all water is particularly wholesome, while hard workers always" declare that water does not quench thirst. Haymakers, for example, will never drink water: they often dnnk more beer than is good for them, but they will drink unintoxicating beverages if these are supplied to them. Not long ago we heard of a lady, much interested in the temperance cause, who arranged that the men should have half the money expended in former years on a limited quantity of beer, while she undertook to supply an unlimited quantity of the oatmeal and rice drinks, of which the recipes are below. Tbe men had a practical lesson in thrift and tbe plan worked well. The other recipes, though not expensive, are too troublesome for the hayfield but they might answer very well for private houses, or even for coffee taverns, where effervescing drink finds favor.

Iced coffee is a very pleasant luxury, and not a very costly one. A lump of ice improves most Summer drinks, and, where ice is not to be had, the jugs or bottles should be set in a large pail of salt and water in the cellar for salt and water is colder than water alone. The Indian plan of cooling water by keeping it in porous earthenware, from the surface of which evaporation continually goes on, is not made reasonable use of in this country. Porous earthenware is very easy to'get, and the water in such a vessel, set in the basement in a draught, will soon be lowered several degrees of temperature. Perhaps it is not superfluous to add a warning against making these drinks too sweet. The sugar only excites thirst instead of auenching it, and though, of course, individual taste varies immensely, it is a very common fault, as much in unintoxicatlngdriuks as in claret and champagne'.

OATMEAL DRINK.

Mix half pound of oatmeal with five

gallons

of cold water, boil it for half an

our, and strain it through a rather coarse gravy strainer add brown sugar to taste while hot. It is very much improved by tbe addition of half an ounce of citric or one ounce of tartaric acid. The thinly cut rind of two or three lemons or orangos inav be boiled in it, or a sti'l cheaper flavoring is too add, before boiling a bit of cinnamon stick or a few cloves. To be sefved cold.

RICE OR nARI.EY DRINK.

Make as above, using broken rice or pot barley in the place of oatmeal. LEMONADE. 2 oz. tartaric acid, lib loaf sugar, one pint of boiling water, and twenty or thirty drops of essence of lemon, lobe kept in a bottle and mixed with cold water as desired. Or, boil tbe rinds of two lemons in two quarts of water for ten minutes, add 2oz. of citric acid, the juice of tbe lemons, and 2£lbs. of sugar. This.also is to be mixed with water' and will keep, though not so long as the preceding. Slice the whole of a lemon into a jug, taking away all tbe pips and all the pith Add sugar to taste, and pour boiling water over. Let it stand at least twenty-four hours, to extract all the flavor of the fruit, and fill up with cold water if needed. Some persons likd the juice of an orange and a very small piece of peel added to each six or eight lemons it gives a slightly bitter flavor.

OINOER H3BR.

Pour three gallons of boiling water on 214 lb.of preserving sugar, 3oz.of bruised ginger, and four lemons cut in very thin slices. I.et it stand till nearly cold, then add a desertspoonful of brewers' yeast spread on toast. Let it stand all night, then strain and bottle. Another way is to take 1 lb. of sugar, 1 oz. ginger, ocarbonate of soda,

tar

taric acid, and oz. of cream of tartar. Pound the glnger'Well, put all into an earthen vessel, add a gallon of water not quite boiling, let it stand till cold, then put a tablespoonful of barm on toast, and let it stand till the next day* Bottle it, and lay It down for two days, when It will be read3T for use. la the West Indies a mixture of molasses and cold spring water is often drank. It makes a very refreshing beverage.

NICKNAMES ARE UNPROFESSIONAL. Milwaukee Sunday Telegraph.

We will renew our advice given to Miss Kane when she flint commenced practice at the Milwaukee bar. Sbe should droj^ier nickname, "Kate," and assume her full name, Katherine, which has dignity, common sense, and an idea of responsibility in its syllables. "Kate" is a pretty name for a parlor or croquet grouud. A man who should engage in business, and print his signs and advertisements as "Fred" or "Charlie," would never get the full amount of respect and confidence which his own proper name would command, and be would be regarded as a boy and a trifler to tbe last. But few men bave so little sense as to tisea nickname in their business or professional acts, and those who do areal ways a failure. Miss Kane should take a lesson from this.

Tbe story of Mrs. Lincoln writing, when a young girL a letter in which sbe expressed a determination to become tbe wife of a President, is confirmed by the production of the document, now in tbe possession of Gen. Pre*tonof Lexington, Kv. It was addressed to a daughter of Gov. Wickliffe, and contained a playful description of tbe gawky yoang Lincoln to whom sbe wts betrotbed. Sbe mid "But I mean to make him President of tbe United States all the same. Yon will see that, as I always told yon, I will be tbe President's wife."

PITTSRORD, Mass., Sept. 29,1878. SIRS—I have taken Hop Bluer* and recommend them to others, as I found them very beneficial.

Mas. J. W. TCLLER.

Sec. Women't (Jirvstian Temperance Union.

"KNIGHTS OF THE GARTER." "Having diamond monograms put on tbe clasps of garters," said aNew York jeweler the other day to a reporter, "is done to indentify them in case they are lost anywhere. Then by their descri gui from all others. A young ladyfwho ra

tion tbey can in that way be distinguis

gides on Lexington Avenue, purchased a fine pair of these about tw* weeks ago through lhaving lost one, which was afterward restored to her, and has got a party of well-known members of one of the clubs, not far from Madison Square, christened the 'Knights of the Garter.' The iway it happened was this: The youug lady.wno is rather pretty, was getting in a Fifth Avenue stage in front of the club. A crowd of members, like Lorillard's 'old hens of the Union Club,' who were sitting at one of the windows, saw her, and noticed as she entered the omnibus something like a blue ribbon fall from beneath her dress. When the stage was away on its journey one of the members remarked that the blue object that the lady dropped had something valuable attached to it, for he saw it shine. After all had passed their opinion as to what the thing might be, one member said it looked more like a lady's garter to him, and be was going to get it to make sure of it. He started to go for the object, but at that moment three or four other members jumped up and pulled him back so)that they couldiget out and secure the trophy before him. Theu a regular scrimmage took place to see who could get the garter first. They bolted out of the door helter-skelter, but a more qnick witted member leaped out of a front window, and scaling the low railing that extends around the grass plot, secured the garter before any of tbe rest. Tbe youne lady came to me for another garter, but we advised her to advertise for the one she lost. An advertisement was put in calling for the lost 'blue band,' ana a few days after the gentleman who got it came here and inquired for the owner. He at first refused to give up the garter until he was introduced to ortold who the owner was, so that he might see and present it to her himself. \Ve gave him her name, and he handed over the 'blue hand,' not caring after that to see or hear auj' more in relation to it. for it turned out tbe lady was no other than the wife of a prominent banker, aud one of the most honored members of the same club in front of which the garter was at first dropped. These gentlemen have since tbat|little affair been called nothing in the club but the 'Knights of the Garter,' and there is no particular member who wants to know 'How that Englishsounding title came to be placed on members of a New York club!'"

BEA UT1FUL RED HAIR. Peck's Sun. In cutting up an oak tree in Maine a lock of red hair was found so far inside tbe tree that it is estimated tbe hair was put in the tree 240 years ago. It was probably cut off and put in there by a sensitive girl when red hair was out of style, and a red-haired girl was laughed at and twitted about the sanguinary color of her head covering. We are not 240 j'ears old,but can remember when a reddeaded girl was a burden to herself because her hair gave her away. A young man had to have a good deal of Independence who would escort a red haired girl anywhere, and the girls invariably became old maids. It would have leen a picnic to those girls if they could have lived about these days when a girl with beautiful red hair "is considered about the sweetest flower in nature's garden. Now that we remember it.the red-haired girls always were good-looking and smarter than cliaiu lightning, and it is a confounded shame they didn't come into style years ago. They are not cutting off* their hair and burying it now days.

THE local editor of the Springfield Mass., Republican, Mr. J. H. Mabbitt, says: "We bave used St. Jacobs Oil in our family for rheumatism, and found it to be a first-class thing.''—Boston Herald.

Everybody Knows ft. Everybody knows what red clover is. It has been used many years by tho good old German women aiid physicians for the blood, and is known as the best blood

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urifierwhen properly prepared. Comwith other medicinal herbs and roots, it forms Dr. Jones' Red Clover Tonic, which is good for all blood disorders, torpid liver, costlveness and sick headache. Sure cure for pimples. Ask Grovesfc Lowry, druggists for it. Only fifty cents a bottle. (2)

A Gentle Voice.

Our enterprising druggits has secured the agcncy for the sale of Dr. Bigelow's Positive Cure, which has no superior for coughs, colds, consumption, whooping cough, and all throat and lung diseases. To prove to you it has no equal, call at Groves i/owry's drug store and get a bottle fre«. (2)

Vennor'H Prediction*. Vennor's predictions so far have been wonderfully correct. He says 1882 will be remembered as a year of great mortality. The German Hop Bitters should be

used by everybody. 2m.

SHERIFF'S SALE.

By virtue of a copy of a lecree of Foreclosure Issued from the Vigo Circuit Court, to m«r dlrect«*1 and 1e iverea, in favor of Hnrrlet E. Van Wyck, and against (if*true

Duy, Lucy G. buy, G. Foster titnlth, Marietta (trover, HarlowC. Thompson, Kmnm J. rover, Emllne Cavenw, Richard K. Ten nan t, Leslie 1). Thomas, Judson Q. Bution. Mary K. Cory, Julia A. Whiddcn, Itichnru W. Itlppetoe Executor of the ErtateofJeortce H. Whidden deceased, Elizabeth Newton, Theodore Htilmnn Jr., John L. Hurnaxton. The Franklin Lif«» Insurance Company, of IndlanapoliK, Gerhard Eithrnan, Carolines. Sterling Kufus V. Spalding, Knmnel II. Allen, Herbert Coflln, Kennet K. Allen, and Edwin I). Dexler, Executors and Trustee** of the l«*t will of Wlllitm S Pler*on deceased, Terre Haute Havings Bank, Jacob \V. Brown and Joseph B. Chendle, I am ordered to *eJl the following Ileal Estate, Minuted in Vigo County. India**, to-wit:

Lots one 1), two (2), three (.»), four (). eight (ft), nine 9) and ten (10) in Day and Harper'* Habdivislon^r the Es*t half (%)of Lot namber fourteen (Hi in lYc'ton'n HubdivMon, of the Wert half of the North Eart ffoarter (»i of beet ion twenty-seven (27). Town«hip twelve(12) North, ranee nine (&),al*o the-we^t half of Lot number aeven (7) in Block numbertwo (2) in Burnam's Bubdlvision, of Lot number "even 17), in Linton and Madrigaltognbdiviaton^of pert of tbe West half C-jj of Section twenty-three (®)/Trwrwihip«wefve (12)

North, Range nine West, in said County and State, and on BATGKBAT, tk* ftth dmy of Angast 1«H2. Between the hoars of iii o'clock A. M. and 4 o'clock P. M.of said day.at the Court House door in

Terre Haute, I will offer the rents and profit* of the above described Real Estate, to

gether

with Hli privilege* and appurtenances to the same belonging, for a term not exceeding seven years, to tbe e*t bidder for cam, and upon failure to

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a sum wifll-

dent toaatisfy copy of Decree and costs, I will then ami re offer tbe fee simple, in and to Mild Beal Estate, to the highest bidder for ca*h to satisfy tbe name.

This 14U day of July. ISO. JACKSON 8TEPP, Sheriff. B. V. Marshall, attorney. pr* fte ill.

1868. 18821

TERRE HAUTE

ICE COMPANY.

Pare Lake and River Ie«t Wahavea large supply for the coining season. Special attenlton given to oi^psrs oatside the city. Ice boxed and snipped mmshort notice.

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

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So!'! by (.t LICK FiF.HKY, Terre Haute. POPHAM AftTHMA M-M irHlwii relieve any caae In five minutes, bold by alt L*rnttfi»u4