Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 25, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 16 December 1882 — Page 6

HE MAIL

PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

..EOF A CHICKEN BONE.

From the Chicago Tribone. .' in the ear on the seat Ahead* .r WM wavjr, and almost red, aloe bad a dulcet tone

lovely, her look

Uand sighed while she munched and mnched neat from her chicken bone. xrd and ahy, of a ru«tic mould, canty mooataache of flaxen gold, •okeln a piping tone, longing look and a languid air pered low with a wistful stare, unpen tn IV

's a chicken bone I"

tljr smiled at the odd conceit— subject to cook and eat, onch with a maiden's Jaw: pitted and done to a royal brown, tppwJ, to be gnawed, and then swolwed down, aorn In chicken's crow. ved a conp!e of dismal sighs, •Is very soul In his yearning upward gazed at Film, laugh and toes of her thoughtlen •tad: a (dlly goose you are" she said— profulsed to inarry Jim!" •oquet of the anburn hnlrt aing youth of the wistful stare! Wll greet my gave no more. many a love that is never told «re mlillonayet to be widly sold .u flirts whom they adore.

EUGENE J. HALL.

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[The Novelist,!

REFRESHING ROMA NCR tf)

Secrets of the Hidden Hut

A MICHIGAN MYSTERY.

BY MORRIS REDWING.

CHAPTER III. I (CONTINUED.) ulng dawned at last over Pelihto HS Hattord had named bis jtenin•mo. trembling, fatigued by his long •f struggle with Ills inner Heir, iatford walked out to meet Nioma ront room. ualdcn watt deeply palued at the utstly appoarance of her parent, «e for which sho could in no way

is Mr. Ronald, father?" or." bo recovered his senaos?"

of joy overspread the face of don. or that he had been klllod bv that .ban live to eurso tho workf with «enco longer," said the old man

»er, what mean you by such lanugarding a man you never mot MI ovoning?" •it mot gront lioaven! I wish to •to wa* tno oaae."

Kltnor Ronald is not a stranger

Fifteen long years have interetween our last meeting and this ,ht but for the Nllver Iagger I .oi have recognised him agiiin oalod hiN identity." Silver iMKgor?"

•er speech was cut abort by the of tho door and the sodden apof Klmer Ronald on the thros-

•ad was bandaged, and heappearpaln. uttered a glad ory and sprang

eyes claoped and oyes looked yes that Npake ugalH. Saflonl noticed tho movemont ••own of ilhplosaura. *re lxtter. Mr. Ronald?" -rl IxiMt night I was aa one dead, am rentored to life. I onder\L I owe my life to you, Nloma," young man, with a warm presthn maiden's hand, a glow of Iwnkfulnewi In hla blue eye*. «*r has told you this?''

MI by the merwt ehance that I mitted to aave you, KI Mr. said Nioma, correcting hcrwlf to keen eyes of ttuder the ber

rhance, but Providence, Nloml." utkhni bluibtxl beautifully under to robuKe. •»ar later br«akfa»t was served, doing the honor* with queaply

({*m bmdwss dlrrT and sorefnVfl nd, otherwise be was almost iKtln. Uit* umwI Mr. Rafford called the man outakle. Oat nndsr the of giant oak tbey came to a

aflbrd pawed op and down a few oh compressed lips and lowering

sodttanly In front of Ronald, forth the Sllv»r IH|rg»r. hit Rouald, this is yours, I be-

*ir, said the young man with »tart. nd it on rour person Ia*t night/'

4 revmWxl your icrrd." •cmT" T*m Hear an assumed name.'* I not deny it.*' »ttld he fiwU«h In you to do so. on the handle art? the weH alter* P. H., whi"h fully lr»n*»wn IV.t," ftelow! Kiel iMtint still remains a ap» of At all the potbhing in tho world •r wa»h out. tittle blood spot Iwarm te trsgio pas*! it brands Pratt 4 with th«awful critrwsof mor4«r u»-w* unprovoked and wan* 4 erne': it stand* a* a mark like «1 on the hrvw of Oain! Ha*« i? t»r do you wish me to

cleared my name of this dark stain." "Which yon can never do." •'That is your opinion, Mr. Saffond, for which 1 am sorry. I could tell you who "I would not belieTe you nnder oath, Pratt Haywood," cried the old man sternly. "I shall denounce yon to the officers of Justice at once before the month la out yon shall hud higher than Haman."

Wand,

.1 in her pretty and slender band iXy chicken bone. "th were perfect, and white milk, iien long and a* aoft an «Mk, i«r eyes with splendor shone ul, lolly, and fall of fon, iiign, with giggle, and girlish pan, .ibblea her chicken bone. •ook her bead, and she tooted her chin jted her red tongue oat and in •nuted her Up*, so sweet, .ed upward her pretty none, u"wea the tripe* on her brilliant boas patted the floor with her feet. and brown, on her finger tip*, •tight the bone to her lovely lips, a aiy glance aideward thrown voutn who looked at her while aba inched,

understand yonr feelings, Mr. Safford." continued tbe young man coolly, "but can I offer no inducement for you to withhold your knowledge for a time." "None." "See here, you stubborn old man, cried Ronald, for so we shall continue to call him, "tbe good of this whole community depends upon my beingatlarge. I am playing a deep, dangerous game my narrow escape last night must tell you that. You must keep your mouth closodt" "What, do you threaten me?w "I'll ask as well as threaten," said Ronald sternly "You dare threaten me, Pratt Haywood! You who ought to have been hanged fifteen years ago. By heaven, I'll "HushV' cried Ronald in alarm. "I see my mistake. Let us reason together, Mr. SafTord. As I said before, it's of tbe utmost importance that I remain at large. I wish people to suppose, also, that Elmer Ronald is dead. Urant my faver and I'll do your bidding^ in anything do as I wish, and the villianous assassin of poor Annella shall be under lock and key inside of a month."

The old man was weak from excitement. His nerves were unstrung he trembled under the weight of years be had not the will power of twenty years ago. "I believe nothing you say about the assassin of Annella, but—but I am weak, 1 can't live long, and "And you will grant my wishes?" "On one condition." "Name it." "That you will never look upon the face of Nioma again." "That is too much." "Then "Stay, I will promise to hold no intercourse with your daughter until I prove my innocence to you, to the world regarding crimes of the past until the redhanded wielder of the Silver Dagger on tljat fatal night fifteen years ago, is brought to tbe bar of justice." 'fSwear it!" cried the old man. "I swear!" "Very good, I accept your oath." •"You will let me see Nioma once before I leave?"

Yes, if that will be any satisfaction to you." The two now walked toward the house. "May I have the old dagger, Mr. Saford?"

Tbe old man passed it over without a word. Togther the two men entered the house, where they found Nioma busily engaged ut her household duties.

CHAPTER IY.

WALRAVEN VISITS SAFFORD. Out under the shadows of the trees that lined the shore of the lake, Ronald and Nioma walked. It was a beautiful day, tbe air soft nnd waving, the surface of the lake taking up a million sparkles under the rays of tho soft sunshine. It was indeed well named, for the waters wore as pure as crystal, the white pebbles gleaming like pearls along the bottom.

This was the last timo for long weeks, perhaps months, that these two would meet, and they meant to improve the time.

Your father is very bitter against mo, Nioma," said the young man, sadly. I made that discovery last evening, Elmer. Can you explain why it is?"

I think so, but I would rather not tell tho reason at present." Nioma laid her band on her lover's arm, her black eves upturned to his handsome blonde race. "He has no good reason, snrely, Elmer?"

Ronald bit his lips. "He has better reason than you think, Nloma."

And vet you will not trust me with the secret,rt said the maiden reproachfully. "Trust me, Nloma, it's for the best that I do not. You shall know all in good time. Will you trust me?"

Have 1 not done so freely, Elmer? Do you doubt me?" "No, no, my littlo forest flower," he cried quickly. "I could never doubt you, nover! You have trusted me freely in the past, even keeping your meetings with me from your father's knowledge."

Y«, Klmer, and the doing so was verv wrong, I foar." Wrong?"

Yes, Elmer, it is always wrong to deceive one's parents as I have deceived uiv father." "In most eases that would be true. Nioma," he returned "but in this instance I think you are free from blame. What wrong has b«tn done is all on my part. Rut let that drop. To-night I leave Pebble Ulade to be absent perhaps along time. We may not meet again in months, Nioma. You must keep np a good heart, however, for I will return some time and claim my wife before tbe world."

Nloma'a face grew troubled. "Why is this, Elmer?M "Your father is tbe cause of it, Nioma," returned the young man. "At prewnt I am in his power. He has promised to say nothing against me until—until, well until a certain fact is proven up and a cloud lifted. Perhaps yon do not understand, but you will In good time. I can work my points better now that Walraven thinks me dead. I want you to promise not to reveal to a living person the fart of my escape from death, Nioma." "Oertaioly, If you wish it, dear Elmer." "I do."

Eiuier, you have not explained to me vet bow you came so near loaing your uf«,"snid the maiden suddenly. "I will explain in a few word-*, my pet," and thereupon Ronald related tbe farts already known to the reatdar.

N soma shrank to his tide with a shudder "That Walraven Is a terrible villain," she said in a frightened whisper. "indeed he LV' "Why have you not told this to my father

A Initer \mil«played over the foatores of K'ttwr Kftnaldf. Your father, Nioma, would not believe a word."' "'S'jnrfv he would not doubt, sine* he saw y»n lying insensible with .a bullet wound in your h«ad.n •v coarse he has no doubt about the %hot, the attempt on my life,'* re-turned the you*** man, "but be l*Uev«* impltrfUy in Ftoul Walnaven, while be deems me everything that Is low and bad. Your father has gw*t cause to hateaome for a f»ul iked committed ia the pa*t.

#o tlcodUhlv ma-1 bat he ha* Mistaken hi» man. His hatred has fjfl*» with year*, until he has cried the younf mun.paleand srrowi) to I# antanoomttie on the *ub- £. "Ymi "have «atkl enough, all that hatned Is centered in

Mv identity I do not e, I hope talift tbe veil from bt#ey» hoprti not ta meet you until 11 ere long, and then

"Who Is that on the lake exclaimed Nioma suddenly. Ronald turned and peered through the brancbes of the overhanging trees.

A single boatman was some reds from tbe shore in alight skiff. Tbe dip of the oars could be plainly eeen as the sun ravs touched the blades. "Some one heading for Pebble Glade," said Ronald, shading his eyes with one hand.

The two watched the approaching boatman eagerly. Suddenly the face of the maiden grew pale, and she clutched her companion's arm. „. "It's Bruel Walraven I" sheened in a husky whisper. "It is, indeed," returned Ronald. "I must not be seen here, above all things by him. Where can I secrete myself "Follow this line of trees until you reach the woods,down near the neck," said the maiden quickly. "In the woods you will find an old sugar-house. You can remain there until .his departure. 1 will come for you then." "Thanks, noble girl."

Pressing her hsnd warmly, Elmer Ronald hurried away in the shadow of the trees,and was soon lost to sight in the woods beyond tbe cleared field.

Bruel Walraven reached the landing, leaped from the skiff, and hurried up tbe walk, overtaking Nioma, who had waited until her lover had made good his escape ere she made a movement to return. "Good morning, Miss Safford," said Walraven, raising his hat.

The maiden nodded without replying. She despised and feared tbe man since she bad learned his true character from her lover. "Your morning walk has given fresh bloom to your cheeks, Nioma." "Wbat'is your busiuess here, Mr. Walraven.

He regarded berwith a slight frown. Her coolness was rather disagreeable to say the least.

They had reached the door of tho house, wheu he laid his hand on her arm. "Stay a moment, please. Do not enter the bouse, I wish to speak with you." "I haven't time to talk with you, Bruel Walraven," she returned.

With that she opened the door and entered. He lollowed quickly, the frown deepening on his brow.

Brent Safford rose with a pleased smile and grasped the hand of his visitor. "I was thinking about you to-day. Bruel," said the old man. "Where have you kept yourself of late? It's been a long time since you have honored my bumble abode with your presence."

Walraven took the chair proilered. "I have been away on business for some time," be said. "Only returned two days Rgo that will excuse my absence from here, old friend." "Certain Ij*. certainly. Have you learned anything more of the counterfeit dollar lately put in circulation "Yos. The people of Pineviile are highly exercised over it. Several of the merchants were severely bittep," returned Walraven. "No clue to the villains?" "None only suspicions." "Whom do they suspect?" "It's believed that tho counterfeiters aremouibersof the horse-thief league that being the case it will lie a hard mat-' terto hunt out the rascals," said Walraven gravely. "Very serious indeed." "It is. I wish to see you alone for a few minutes, llreut."* Tho outlaw glanced at Nioma as he spoke.

The old man took down his hat aud walked out into the open air with his visitor. "Mr. Safford, I will speak to the point atonce," said Walraven. "1 come toask your consent for me to marry Nioma.'

The old man faced his companion with a start of surprise. "To marry Nioma "Yes. Is there auythiug strange in that "Something very strange." "And have my visits here for tho past vear been for nought, think you, Mr. .^afford I love Nioma, and would make her my wife. I have an elegant homo in Pineviile, and sho will surely be happy." "Happy! yes you ought to be. I feel highly honored by your preference, Mr. Wairaven, believe me, but after your experience with Annella, poor lost Annella, it doesn't seem possible that you would care to try another experiment of that kind," said the old man with deep emotion. "Nioma is not Annell, Mr. Safford." "She has much of her spirit, Bruel." "Perhaps. I loved poor Annella in splto of ber waywardness, even after sho had dishonored my name, Brent. Her memory is still a stvored oho tome. I lived once only for revenge. Now two jassions aninmto my breast,revenge and ove. I love Nioma more deeply tliHU was my boyhood'* maJ passion for poor lost Annella. You cannot refuse to grant me this boon. My home shall be vonra, Brent, while I live."

The old man paced the ground, deeply moved. Presently he pnosed. "Bruel Walraven, you are the best and truest friend I have in the world," said Brent Safford fervently. "Nothing would give me more pleasure than to

Nioma your wife. But one thing remember, the sceues of the past must not be re-enacted. Nioma roust be a willing bride that is the only condition I exact."'

Tbe two clasped hand?. "I honor you fer that condition," said Wslravtsn. "I would accept the maiden's hand on no other." "Then we understand each other, Bruel." "Perfectly."

Walraven turned to depart. "Will yon not tarry until after dinner, Bruel?" "No, I must be g^ng. I shall call again soon," returned the outlaw.

And thus tbey separated.

It was now almost dark. Already the stars were peeping out in places in tbe blue arch above.

Two persona stood at tbe landing, Nioma Safford and Elmer Ronald. Ho had unfastened the line of the maiden's light canoe.

He motioned for ber to take a seat in tbe canoe which, though small, was yet capable of carrying two persons who wereexpsriemsxi in boatimr.

Once afloat, he grasped the paddles and sent the light craft over tbe water likea bird on the wing.

Ali too soon the canoe grounded on the further shore. In the shadows of the trees they stood for a few moments.

He drew a slim t"'e fromWs -r: and presented it to I f. "It's theS Dagger." he said softly. "It may be a of pmt Hon to you sometime. K«wp it for aake until we meet again." "This little weapon has a history," she said. "Ye*, and yoa shall learn it in good time."

They talked freely. It WM tbeir last 'or a I tlw.

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passing.

"I must go now, Nioma, love. Keep up good heart till we meet again," he said, kissing the maiden's ch*ek. "You will be very carelitl of your predous life in the future, Elmer, for my sake "Very careful, Nioma, never fear."

He pressed her hand to bs lips, said good-by once more, and wa gone. A tear stood in the maiden's eyes as she entered her boat and struck out for home, a prayer in her heart fur the safety of the "w" she loved so well.

CHAPTER V.

DEAD TO THE WOBL.D.

By far the handsomest residence in the villiage in Pineviile was owned by Andrew Seaforth.

Mr. Seaforth was quite wealthy, being the possessor of several thousand acres of fine land. His busiuess interests extended over a large scope of country, and be was looked up to as tbe father of the villiage, having been one of the first settlers in the place.

Pineviile contained six hundred souls, and was situated on a small prairie on the right bank of the river Rogue, some sixteen miles from Crystal Lake.

Seaforth was usually termed"Colonel" though how he won the title it would have Deen hard even for himself to determine.

His wife and one daughter constituted his family. Oue spring morning, quite early before any of the villagers were astir, a man with a slouched, felt hat drawn low over fhis brow, and a muffler wound around his neck and face, opened the gate at Colonel Seaforth's residence and passed up the walk.

The colone?, who was an early riser, was out on his porch smoking his morning cigar.

The new-comer paused on the step. "Hood morning, Colonel," come in muttied accents from the man. "Good morning, sir," said Mr. Seaforth, removing his roll of fragrant weed.

The man raised bis hat and threw back the niutiler. "What—Elmer Ronald Why, the ducce, sir, 1 didn't recognize yon. What are you bundled up so for, this morning? Got the shakes, eh cried theold gentleman, extending his hand with a pleasant laugh. "Come in, Elmer, old boy breakfast

be ready soon, and

"Never mind breakfast, Colonel," said tho young man quietly. "I wish to see you privately for a few minutes. "Certainly, certainly, sir."

The old gentleman roso and led tho way into a small opening from the hall, which ho termed his library.

After being seated, Ronald removed his hat and nuitllcr. "Now then, what's up Elmer?" "I am up whereas I was down," returned Ronald, laughing. "You speak in riddles."

id guilty then. Tho fact

is, Mr. Seaforth, I met with a most startling experience two nights ago." "Ah!" "Yes that's why I am hero so early this morning." "I'm all attention." "I was murdered two nights ago." "What?" "I repeat, I was murdered two nights ago." "What joke aro you trying to perpetrate now. young man?" retorted Seaforth, rather sternly. "No joke, but a stern reality," said Ronald gravely. "Night before last, after being held a prisoner some hours by infernal horse-thievs, I was shot aud thrown into Crystal Lake."

The old colouel stood in open-eyed wonder. "And von are still alive to tell the tale. Your plans for breaking the league come nigh going by tho board I should say," cried the colonel. "I warned you not to attempt such a dangerous mission as joining this gang." "Iam aware of that, Andrew, butl have never seen tho time that I repented of the step taken. 1 have learned all that is necessary to convict the ringleaders of the league. Shall I name them to you "Certainly." "First then. I name Bruel Walraven, our friend of long years ago." "I knew it ejaculated the colonel. "Ezra Davton. "No. You must be mistaken. Hois as fair a man as I ever met a young man of great promise."

Without heeding tho interruption, Ronald proceeded. "Samuel Kale, George Wilwood, Ambrose Stcll, James Roberts, and Nelson Sanger. When the clutches of the lawrest on these men tbe league will go down."

Andrew SeafOrth drew a long breath. "All but Sanger are known to me personally or by reputation," he said. "Kalo owns a little saw-mill on the Rogue, Wilwood is a farmer, Ambrose Steel is deputy sheriff of tho country Coining this, and James Roberts is a Methodist 1 clans loader, all respectable gentlemen. Your information astounds me, Ronald. Is it possible there is no mistake

Elmer Ronald showed tbe wound on bis bead, *and related all that had occurred in tbe house in the swamp. "And these six men sat there condemned you to death, aud saw with approval the shot fired by Walraven?" "These are facts, Colonel." "These men think you dead." 41 Yea.n "What are vour plans, Ronald?" "First, I wish to remain dead to tbe world for tbe present. "I think that I can accomplish more in that way. I come here since yon have been "my good friend and adviser for years, standing firm in yonr friendship under the blackest cload of my life. This must be my headquarters from which to work. My motives for commencing this dangerous business was to secure tbe pusi*htnent of Bruel Walraveh, whom you, as well as myself believe to be guilty of the greatest crimes in Christendom. He has sported his jewelry and fine horses for years, in tho face of honest people,* while his just de*Tt*rtrould long since have sent him to

"And now he!« at tbe head o? a horsethief league, second only in extent to the league of land-pirates ruled over by the notori John A. Murrell. It takes agent :nan, a man of education and refinement, to make a first-class leader in murder and horse stealing," said Colonel Seaforth with emphasis. "1 believe you, Mr. Seaforth," returned Ronald. "As to my plans, 1 will relate them in full hereafter. When 1 go among men it most be in disguise. I have a purpose in view which shall frighten the cravtSn heart of Walraven to its core, in which the Silver Dagger shall plav a part. "The Stimr Dam* tragedy the Oaks?" "No, but its counterpart. I must absent myself for a few days, Mr.Heafo-: in the meantime mention to nolh..2 soul that! am in tbe hind of tbe living. "R(..,,.Jd, I think Iseeyour drift, *'t soretv will not refuse to make rtself known to John Wintrell,' said Sfaforth qr.f' *1y. "FT may *•-. of service to ran, bn is .ve, in ligent and tri- worth.** ime, Yoa man tell my story to

Mm when next you see him, but be su and bind him to secrecy." "Never fear," said* Seaforth. "For the matter of secrecy I would willingly trust my wife and daughter, too." "Do as you like. Your judgment is good, but I'd rather not let too many into the secret. Can you furnish me with a disguise that will sufficiently answer until I can procure a better." "I think so," returned the Colonel. "You can shvae that heavy beard of yours. 1 have an ancient suit up in the garrett, a battered 'plug,' and pair of gold-rimmed spectacles." "Just the thing," returned Ronald.

Two hours later, as John Wintrell opened the gate at Seaforth's he meta tall, rather antiquated looking gentleman, dressed in blue, swallow-tailed coat, velvet breeches, and heavy shoes, a battered plug hat on bis head, and a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles on his nose.

John bowed ana passed on, a perceptible smile coming to his honest face. John Wintrell was a frequent visitor at Seaforth's.

Doubtless all these visits were not intended for the old colonel. The work was finished and Anna Seaforth and ber mother sat in the parlor when John entered.

Anna was tall and queenly, with lovely blue eyes and auburn hair, jnst turned seventeen. "Who was that gentleman I met just coming out?" questioned the young mechanic after he had taken a seat. "A gentleman said Anna. "There's been no one here this morning." "But I met the funiest looking person just now." "And he came from the house?" •JHe certainly did." "Some one to see papa he has many visitors, few of whom we ever see, mother and I," returned the girl.

John Wintrell little suspected that the funny-looking man ho had met was his old friend, Elmer Ronald.

Mrs. Seaforth soon left the room to the two young people. "What are you working on, Anna?" as he noticed the girl's nimblo lingers moving rapidly among amass of particolored threads of zephyr. "Fancy work, just to pass the time." "And does time hung so heavy, Anna?" "Oh, no, but I must do something." "You are very industrious." "Am I?" "Yes, very industrious for one in your station." "Don't flatter, Mr. Wintrell." "That is an art of which I am totally ignorant, Anna." "You seem fast learning it then. What's the news this morning?" "Nothing really new. Quito an amount of counterfeit dollars has been passed upon the merchants lately, and there's any amount of indignation over it," said the young man, his dark eyes watering the maiden's lingers. "This oountry seems to be infected with rascals of every description," said Anna thoughtful!}'.

John Wlntroll was desperately in love with this queonly,blue-eyed muideu, but somehow he was nover wholly himself in her presence, and he had not yet dared to speak his truo sentiments.

Her parents were wealthy, ho a poor mechanic this made him a little timid. After chatting a short time ho departed.

At the gate he met another man. It was Ezra Dayton. The two men looked anything but pleasantly at each other. They were rival claimants for tbS hand of Anna Seaforth.

Dayton washandsomo and well-to-do in the world, and thereforo hud tho advantage of Wintrell.

Had John Wintrell known that his rival was one of the leaders in the notorious gang of horse-thieves, his hopes would have risen mountain high, but he did not know it, neither did Anna Seaforth, and the

fight

was an open one

for her hand. [TO nBCONTINUKD-]

L-...

THE DISCHARGED HER VAUT.

"Mary, can you tell me where in the world lean find a girl? That saucy Ellon was so impertinent to-day that I discharged ber on the spot. She broke one of my prettiest bowls, and when, of course, 1 scolded her sharply for it she told me it was that old crochot-work of mine, lying on the floor, that tripped her. How her black eyes did snap. I guess mine did, too. I should have enjoyed boxing her ears but I restrained myself. I didn't know what she might do, you see. She was so mad I was a little afraid of ber. But I sent her flying to pack up her dnds quickly. And now, Mary," she added, more slowly and regretfully, "I don't know what I shall do. Ellen was smart if she had an ngly temper, and could make the nicest tea-biscuit and everything else George likes. "He'll be dreadfully provoked." "Where has poor Eileu gone?" asked Mrs. Day, with au anxious voice. "Gone? What do 1 care so that she is out my bouse!" "But she has no home or friends to take her in. 1 did not think you would do such a-thing, Alice, as to send a poor girl into the street with no recommendation, so that she might get another place." "Let ber behave herself and keep her temper better." "Do you think we employers have no duty abont keeping our own tempers?" "I am not responsible for my temper to girl like Ellen?" "I am afraid you are." "Mary Day, bow can yon talk in that style? Perhaps tbe next thing you will think I bad better apologize uffc-llen?" "I should not wonder." "Well, I guess it will be after to-day." "So I suppose, but that may not make any difference on tbe subject of duty. -Bat, my dear, I must look np this poor

Sablmth-scbool

of thatf awful

rl. who was once a member of my class, and see that she ts saffely housed for tbe night. There is too much danger abroad lo bsve ber left homeless." "You appear far more distressed for her than for me," said tbe other, pouting.

And with reason, dear. You have a beautiful home, a kind husband and all tbe comforta of life, while she hem not oneof these—a poor stranger in a strange land. Ignorant and untrained, what wonder that she should have no more self-restraint than we, with all our privileges, have been J-''e to acquire. In twenty years' hoi.keeping I have found that scolding and fretting at domestics never does one bit of good. I will tell a girl her fault quietly and decidedly but I will not scold her, both for my own sake aifd her own. 1 think Aunt Lucy will run over with yoa today and nelp you out of tbe day's perplexities and 1 feel sure by to-morrow you sod Ellen will be cooler and think ibe matter over, and Jet tbe bou keeping machinery move on in its way again. You can speak kindly and admit you were hasty, if you like, and I do not think it will in the least lessen ber wb wI Bat my duty now hi find tbe poor girl, and I feel pretty sure where I imv !»ok for ber. Indeed, dear Aline, we are in a rwej sen-*. «oor brother's keeper.'" -lLirr lx-cr.

TRUE

Temperance

Is not signing a pledge or taking a solemn oath that cannot be kept, because of the non-removal of the cause —liquor. The way to make a man temperate is to kill the desire for those dreadful artificial stimulants that carry so many bright intellects to premature graves, and desolation, strife and tinhappiness into so man/ families.

It is a fact! BROWN'S 1 ROM BITTERS,atrue non-alcohol-ic tonic, made in Baltimore, Md.,by the Brown Chcmical Company, who are old dmg-

S'sts

and in every particureliable, will, by removing the Graving appetite of the drunkard, and (y curing the nervousness, weakness, and general ill health resulting from intemperance, do more to promote temperance, in the strictest sense thejv any other mcaus now known.

It is a well authenticated fact that many medicines, especially' bitters,' arc nothing but cheap whiskey vilely concoctcd for use in local option countries. Such is not the case with BROWN'S IROX BITTERS. Itisamedicine, a cure for weakness and decay in the nervous, muscular, and digestive organs of the body, producing good, rich blood, health and strength. Try one bottle. Price £1.00.

HAS BEEN PROVED The SUREST OURK for KIDNEY DISEASES. Sooa a lame baofc or a diaocdcred urlnaj indioato that you aro a viottaP TIIEN DO NOT HE8ITATB uao KIUNET-WORTol Dnoe(drtiagi«taroaommendlO and it will •peadlly ovorooma tho divoojw and roaU.ro healthy aaUon to *11 thoorg*na.

I aHIaQ For complaint*iMonUar LuUlvOa to your i«x,auoliaa pain and weakneasea, KLDNET-WOBT ia unsnrpaaaad, aa It will act promptly and aafoly

Xtther Sax. Xnoontlnancn, retention ofj urine, brick dust or ropy depoelta, and dull Iragglnf palaa, all apoedlly yield to ita oun-J lUvo power, 5

SOLDBTALI,DBtTOOISTS. Mo*SI.

KIDNEY-WORT TIITT'S

TSImomjsi

I* oompotod

of Herbal nnd Mueiln#inou« prod

ucts, which permeate tJ»e aubatauoe or

the

Laaftii ezpcctoratea the ncricl matter that collect* iii the Urouchiol Tube*, and forma a eootUtug coaling,

which

ritation

relieve* the Ir

that cnu»ea tho oongk.

the

lung* of

It olronMa

»l I

Imaaritiei. itrfagUuai

them when enfeebled by dlaeiuie, itnriforAtea the olrculauon of Uie blood, and brncrftthn nervousayatrni.

Hllghtcolda oflrn end la

consumption.

is dnr.ffroni to neglect

them. Apply tUo remedy promptly. A tost of twnnty yivirs wnrrunla tlio awrllon that »o remedy has ever bMn fbnnd that hi prompt IniMcfTentsnaTUTT'S IXFEOTORABT, A atngle dose raises the phlegm, infliimrarttJon.aDd Its nse speedily etirr* th" rnewt obstinateoough, A pleasant cordial,children take It readily.

For

Croup It la

tnTaluahle an1 should bo In wry fsmlljr.

TUTT'S PILLS •srffignwg

ACT DIBtOTLY Cures ihllli and Ferer, Dyiptfda, fHekHeadache.Hillotis Coilc,Constfpa-tltaiHlitii-"t""i Palpitation*' the Deart, DIKISMI,Torpid LLM, aad Female liieaulai ll Ins• Ii" you do not "tttl •«ry well," a s/drIo pill siintilat«s thestomaah, rattan*tho appetite, imports rijror to the ayirtaa.

A VOTED DIVINE SAYS:

TH^TUM—DCAR MIR* MOT

trn yan I nswji

bean a martyr to JDy*pppeia, n*lipation aaa Pile*. XjaetirprinffTourptlUwr«r^onmend* to ma Xoaedtbem with Hi lie faith). I new a veil man, have gro4 apf -tll'", digestJoa per Net, cafslor irtoola. Pile* bob*, «n« I wave mined forty pooadaaolia fleah. Ibey are worth their weight in rold.

I«V.R.X.BIXTroX,TxMlamie,Ky.

L. A. BURNETT,

Declr Again) ami Keady lor the Fail Campsicpt.

I have just rowrltrcd a foli»»»' 3 romplne aemrtmefH of KKFWCH, KIP ":J CA I.F (Levin A MercUt), KVYFA IHTKIl'ind HKMUKJK HOI.F. OAK ami HEMLfXTC OCT HOLBHand lf U.K HOM5H.

A rom pi rtwi M1IOK FINDi W»H and TANNKK'H OIL. nmr I'LAHTERinm noa awi cattjjc HAIR.

CAKH I'A JI» U* IT 11 EH,TA Lt/)W, RJSttfh WAX.HHKET «KiK«,and HAW FHK& No. 316, ftouth ftkK Wain tit Ktrect, crj'potfte

Market House.

WHOLESALE

CANDY MAM FACTORY —AND—

BAKERY.

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