Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 27, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 30 December 1882 — Page 6
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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.
[The Novell*.}
A REFRESHING ROMANCE.
Secrets of the Hidden Hut
A MICHIGAN MYSTERY.
BY MORRIS RKDWINO.
CHAPTER IX.
THB STBC0OLE H«R LIFK.
John Wintrell and Elmer Ranald sat together in the little library at Seaforth'!*.
Wintrell had eotered heart and soul, into the plot hla friend had concocted for the t*rt7.ure of the counterfeiters and horse thieves. "The trap is ready to spring, John. I «an gain nothing by waiting," said Rond, nlowly. 'What are your plans, Elmer?" 'To-morrow evening the leaders of th& gang meet once more in the awamphoiute." "Aii!"
Yes and I propose, with you and Mark Hunter, to lead a band of determined men to the ialaod, surround the fcouse and bag the whole posse." "A very good plan," said John, "but it is fraught witn danger, and some of the villains may escape." "Are you growing weak in the knees. John Wintrell? I little thought this of you, who have seemed so willing ail this time," said Ronald, a trifle bitterly. "The rebuke may be merited, Elmer," returned the young mechanic, "but a plan where there is less danger to be encountered would be better, I think." "Certainly, but I can think of no other. I have been risking my life for mouths." "Yes, I know. Don't misunderstand me, Elmer. You shall receive all the bouors but I have a little plan of my own—one that I have consulted Mr. Seaforth about, and he is willing to lend his •ervicea." "Well?" "In about foftnight there Is to be a mooting of tin horae-owner's club in this village.
"What more likely than that these men will be present at the races? They are admirers of fast horses, you must admit." "They certainly arc." "Mr. Seafurth will give a grand party on the evening of the second day of the meeting."
"The elite of the village will be present." "No doubt." "These outlaw leaders move in the first sodety." "Yes." "Mr. Seaforth is acquainted with all of them be told me so himself." "I ant aware of that." "And now you seo my plan?" cried John, exultantly. "1 think so but proceed." "Mr. Meaforth will send invitations to •11 of these men. His is tho most ariutohandy. TheaVte- OI,co«rje in a oulet and orderly manner, and no quo*ttnnH asked. I» you see?" "Give me your haud, John," cried Ronald. "You're a brick, Mr. Wintrell. Your plan is tho best one yet. We will not upon it." "I thought you would agree to it, timer."
A few days later the man in green was threading a narrow forost path, not far from Crystal Lake. llis stnglo eye was bent upon the ground, and ho appeared in doep reflection. His oflurso was directly toward the shorn of tho lake. lturating suddenly from a thicket, he ran almost in the face of a man approaching from the opposite direction. "Jim Roberts!" exclaimed Tempest. "Oreo.isklN, by thunder!"
It \va* a mutual recognition. The man in green hail beon formally Admitted to the outlaw league some weeks tiefore, but was, at the same time, cloHQly watched, as ho was suspected or being a spy.
With tho quickness of tlionglit the Methodist class-tauter had drawn and jmvH'iiied his rovolver at the breast of Tempest. "What's up now, Roberts?" "Your true character has been discovered, you rascal!" said the outlaw. "You Are a government spy!" •'Kh! ho thiil?''* "You attempted to murder Brule Walravcn In the wood hack of Pebble Glade," retorted the horse thief. "You
I know all you've got to die!'' "n^Wim Roberts, that'!* a lie!"
'rc^Hinnous sound of the cooking of revolver reached hi* ear. DettlnK^wj
our
'fISMi&im
greeu friend in the
He nude %*nerate spring, striking the revolver the outlaw pulled the trigger. Thomu,t the head of Temped the j^y
on
th«
ground. Roivru whipped out inQ||g koite and closed with his antagonist,]^"?
The »t niggle was for life. wa* *V»rt, sharp and de ?i»i A koeu blade caught a thousan kles fr»m the *tin«h''i»e, as it through apace, the needle's point ton* log Uie heart of Holier?*.
The man iu green sprang to his feel, readjusting the |tiwa which had allpped awrv tlttilng 'h Vuicf but desperate *?ru«i{Id for We. "P«ni nUer, muuer-Hl the man in green, reg-trdltig the upturned face of Uie drt "titkw. "1 would not have killed v-Hi r, il l»*o» able to hu: It wjw your Iff# oi mine. -lame* lvits»rt*«. and I defended myt if I rtiaW. Again the Stiver lugger has sUnsi me in good stead."
Hie m*n hid suddenly dropped his nsual in«.ie of speaking after the first won\*, "Thi* will make a grwa? stir In the village,' muttered Tempest. "The horsetbTeve will have to shoulder themonler. though, I am sorry bad to shed blood, but 1 feet that God" will hold me guiltIM»."
The 1**1 of the dtwl outlaw lay clwe by the {with. It would be readily dlseov•red by pawer-by. "Bruie \V*i raven tail SalTanl**.,* eoniUnoed Tempswt, "HeV planning wme ^villainv, mi be bound bat Hi thwart «ll hi* pi *n*. What aware It'Ujrivehim when Uv? finds RaWrta dead, for fee mttst pun v-A* -my on his return,"
Tbe in
gm*n
tied hit of
WW
to lite Isaadl* the dagger, and then •crept toward the lake.
Brule Walraven bad sought Pebble Glade this time for the purpose of interviewing old Brent Sanbrd. He would waste no more words on Nioma. He was fully aware of the fact that be could in no way influence her, especially after the encounter at the sugar-house.
That event bad also shown him that Tempest was bis enemy. He had related to his friends what bad occurred, and that Tempest was surely a spy. Therefore the death of the man in green had been resolved upon in solemn conclave, as the only safety for tbegang. "I tell you, Brent Safford, there is no other way," said Brule Walraven, abruptly. "You must issue your mandate compelling Nioma to do that which is for her good."
Brent Saflford was pacing with bowed
bead iu front of his visitor. He paused when these last words from the outlaw's lips. "Brule,
I
fell
repeat that I can not do as
you wish," returned the old man, in a tremulous tone. "The face of poor Annella has haunted me for years, ever since I used my parental authority to compel obedience to my wishes. It killed her mother, Brule, and led to her own doom." "Nonsense, Brqnt." "There is no nonsense about it,' retorted the old settler. "The accusing eyes of both mother and daughter look down from on high, haunting me always. That one act of my life has rendered me forever miserable, Brule. Death can alone relieve me of my sufferin
The outlaw bit his lip with vexation. "There's no use talking then." "Not the least, Bride." Wal raven strode up and down, curbing his anger as best he could. «Mr. Safford," he said, suddenly. "Where did your daughter obtain the Silver Dagger?" "The Silver Dagger'." with a start. 4
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SalTord contracted his brows. If Nioma had the Silver Dagger,Elmer Ronald must have given it toner on tho last day of his visit to Pebble Glade.
The old man remembered his promise, however and would not betray Ronald. "lean not say," he returned after a pause. "Are you sure that she has it?" "Indeed I am," returned the outlaw, a twinge in Hhis shoulder reminding him of his meeting with the girl down by the old ail gar-house. "I cannot say. I have not seen the dagger."
Wal raven caught the old man suddenly by the arm. Hrent Safford, have you beard or seen aught to lead you to believe that Pratt Haywood is still in the land of the living?" "Don't question me, Brule. That bated name sends the cold chills over me," groaned Safford. "Brent, I believe that report of his death false!" cried Walraven, fiercely. "I believe Pratt Haywood is in these parts now!" "Impossible!" "I fear he is. If so, he must be found and brought to justice." "Pray God for that time, Brule Walraven,'* said the old man, fervently.
The outlaw left Pebble Glade without meeting Nioma, who purposely kept out of his way.
He crossed the lake in his skiff, and was soon threading his way through tho forest.
Suddenly he ran upon the body of Roberts. The face of the outlaw blanched to the hue of death as he drew forth the weapon with the silver blade. "Tho Silver Dagger!" cried Walraven, in a hoarse whisper. "Great Heaven! yit still it turns up to accuse me of tli'at horrible deed of the past. Surely the avenger of blood is on my track. Pratt Haywood is alive, and somewhere not far away!"
The slip of paper caught his eye. Hastily tearing it loose, he opened and read: Vavjeance in mine I will repay!"
With a shuddering groan tho outlaw flung tho dagger from him and hurried away, evory wound causing hitn to start and tremblo like an aspen.
A little later Walraven was galloping rapidly toward tho village of Pineville.
CHAPTER X.
IVALIIAVKN'S RKHUFK.
It was startling news that Brulo Walraven brought into Pineville, news that stirred the little village to its center.
James Roberts had been foully murre lie was an exemplary member of tho Methodist church in the village, quite well-to-do in tho world and highly esteemed.
There was only one phase of his character
not
generally liked.
lie was a most strict disciplinarian, and as "close as the bark to a tree," to use a vulgar phrase (common in tho
V*Buthe
had been foully murdered, and
tho people wore up in atms about it. Thu murdered man had a wife, but no children, to mourn his untimely taking
On the road to the village Walraven had stopped at a farm house and sent the man with his team to bring the body to the village, in which two of his neighbors were to assist.
Soon after reaching Pinexille Walraven walked over to Sesforth's. The captain was not a favorite with the honest old Colonel, yet they were on visiting terms.
Kr.ra Dayton and Anna were in the garden chatting pleasantly. Walraven raised his hat with a courtly bow. "Is your father in, Miss Seaforth?'' he questioned. "You will find him smoking in the library.
I
think returned the maiden.
"What a handsome man,"said Auna, after the captain had entered the house. "Doyou think so, Anna?" •Indeed, ye*." irded er with a quizzical look In ml*** in itVfHvmidor you have not set yo«r cap formal ibis," he said, with a light latigSi •'Indeed, but all to no pnra laugh. "Ills heart is*.«jml*?abie. "So I pemrt»iv«." "Otherwise 1m» coalA^t fait to fall a victim to so fair a oiai&^ Anna Seaforth." "Havedone with flattery air* ^T.tian angry pant
Toted a follower your aide." A scarlet tinge chofk at mention of'that name, which did not fall to catch the eye* of larton. "I'll brnre no more ofthi*, Mr. Dayton* Eteelriloretae depart atom*." "I'm all tneakneM^"sitrpared ttayton* Til try not fetid ag&in, I *ee how th*dar? taken 1
*1*01 c«i«f with no OeSwirf." "Ah. pie*** he seated, Mr. Walraven
What's the trouble?" asked the old on el an "A foul murder was committed this morning." "This morning? Where? cried the colonel, palling in alarm. "Near Crystal Lake?" f? "Not old Mr. Safford "No, but our mutual friend Roberts is the victim." S "James Roberto?" "Yes." "What was hedoing up there?"
Looking over some pine,he has lately purchased."
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yon
"I will be frank, sir. I was on a visit to Miss Safford." "Ahlavervsad business indeed"'
Yes, and there's something of a mystery about the aflair, too." "There is mystery about nearly all murders, Mr. walraven." "Certainly," responded the outlaw, "but this leads me to believe that an old offender is alive that I supposed long since dead." "Indeed, you iuterest me. Proceed." "The weapon used tooommit the murder was the Silver Daggwr!" "A Silver Dagger! cried Colonel Seaforth, growing suddenly pale. "The Silver Dagger, Colonel. There is but one weapon in existence of the kind, and that belonged to Pratt Haywood." "Belonged to him, yes, but some other person might have used it. Pratt Haywood long since passed from the companionship of man," said the colonel abruptly. "So we all believe, but I tell you I think the fellow is still alive. It was Pratt Haywood's hand that struck the fatal blow. I think you will yet be convinced that I was right when I asserted that my cousin murdered poor, misguided Annella in thelongago." "Stop!" commanded Colonel Seaforth, an angry fire blazing in his eye. "Don't reopen old sores by making a cowardly ana false accusation against as true a woman as ever lived, one who was basely deceived and cruelly murdered by the villian whopurchased her with a price!"
Bruel Walraven shrunk back astoundod His huge mustache trembled, and he cowered before the indignant old man as might have done beforo death itself. "Gracious, Col. Seaforth, are you still of that opiuion "Still of the same opinion that 1 was when the Silver Dagger was drawn, all dripping, from the bosom of that angel woman you "Hush! for Heaven's sake, hush!" groaned Bruel Walraven. "The truth cuts to this day, I see, returned the old man. "\ou must look for no sympathy from me in this last sad case, none whatever," and the old colouel strode up and down the floor to quiet his rising passion.
Walraven seized his hat. "I must go, Col. Seaforth. I am sorry we can't agree." "Good-day, sir." "Good-day."
The meeting had been a most unfortunate as well as unprofitable one, as we shall soc,
Seaforth knew from whence camo the Silver Dagger, and he felt uneasy and alarmed. To be sure Roberts was a horse-thief, yet the old colonel did not believe in this summary manner of disposition of such men. He was anxious to see Elmer Ronald once more and learn what ho had to say on the subject.
Tho funeral of the dead outlaw was largely attended, and a cloud of gloom hung over the village, especially over the church, for a time after the awful event of the murder.
No clue to the assassin could be distorious* ho'rde^tinbt "TBSjynd.
Six men were once more assembled iu the hidden house. It was night, and outside the darkness was intense, a slow, drizzling rain fall-
lU'fiie
genial face of Jamos Roberts was absent, which lent a gloom to tho little
gr"$here
is Greenskln to-night, boys
He was with us at our last meeting," said Sangor, abruptly. "No danger of his putting in an appearance again," said Stoele. "I tell you, boys, that man is a born detective. Hi knows that wo have found him out, anl will fight shy hereafter. I'm thankful he learned nothing of a damaging for
To this the others assented. "What's tho order of the meet! night
This announcement fell like shell among, them. Question rained upon him tt fast. "I understand your dew friends," said the captain, "but myself ctills upon me to resign sick and tired of the business, are growing less every year. Tli of discovery increases besides little matter of my own to a am about to take a wife, the da Mr.SafTord, of Pebble Glade. marriage I propose to leave the forever. I would respectfully the name of Ambrose Steele as •cessor.'*
TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EYMIM MAIL.
be safo S
turo, else it wouldn't assemble hero now." "Heknows too much, however," sa I Walraven. "Ho must be removed the first opportunity. No knowing soon he 11 lead a band of settlers upon bere.,? "That's true," said Wilwood, even if Arrested they could not enough to confiet us.' "Perhaps not. but this in my last ing with you here." said the capt "After this it's safer to appoint other place of meeting."
to
Captain Walraven paced the few minutes in silence. Finally he paused, and turned the group a pale, troubled face. "Gentlemen, I called this meet the express purpose of tender' resignation."
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After finding that they could vail upon Walraven to retain Ambrose Steele, deputy sherifi anlmouslv elected to succe chief of the horse-thief league, "We are deuced sorry Brule," said the newly-electei! "And I am sorry to part good friends, but am compel! nevertheless," returned Wain
pre»
office,
Fas nnhitn ss
you,
I such do so,
At -her place of trwetinf]*» li 1, this being the last rfniBg the tie ver
John Wiutrel from Preparations were being »*S«for4ewhen a startled cry fro® the dyed the Buri(kn^[a»t%)imt
Is of f'UJeD
Ilew^etAriDg wildly a* All «yt^uw«d bents were tnua^y ^th bort«w at tlketirfat which met
Prewcd
blot sprinlttod tine
From a hole hi the fol w** ding it ghastly ct Q'li'iait in A more his WWIW3 I fired. Th
We will leave them, chatting thus, and th# hoUM». Mr. Seaforth urn in the library when Captain Walraveti entered at new*, the face bad "I've fixed th wt eapla&tj really the coolest
we blood
ihl then atl
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As be spoke be ran outride, followed by the others. "The spot by the window was deserted.
A dagger, sprinkled with blood, stuck in the casfn®r. "The Silver Dagger! exclaimed Walraven with a hollow groan. And so it proved, v'ib the usual warning attached.
u- fyGod!
I would not enter
that hens', igs for a fortune. It's haunted," sx: Walraven, as the outlaws mover ay. silent and awe-strick-en at what oectirred.
Each one felt the band or doom clutching at his throat as be walked through the gloomy swamp that night,
CHAPTER XI. IX)VK AND PISTOLS.
Pretty Anna Seaforth stood nnder the lilacs, picking at the petals of a freshlyblown roee, her cheeks softly tinted with the
!iue
of the flower she wts de
stroying. Bending forward with eager expectancy, his face all aflame with intense boyish earnestness, was honest Wintrell. "Don't keep me in doubt longer, Anpa,"he was saying, in a tone that trembled between hope anodes pair. "I cannot bear this suspense longer." "Does it hurt you much, Mr. Wintrell
'Oh, Anna don't speak so lightly. I know you do not mean to wound me, yet—yet— "Yet it hurts all the same, I suppose von mean to say," returned the maiden. "Well, John, 1 will not keep you in suspense longer. I will tell you the truth. I can't be your wife." "Oh, Anna!" "Please don't, create a scene here, Mr. Wintrell." "But, Anna, you have given me cause to hope for something so different from this. Once we were very happy together it's onlv of late that you have been cold and distant. What is the cause, Anna?"
She tossed her head scornfully. "You are growing impudent, Mr. Wintrell," *be. said, haughtily. "Let this interview terminate at once." "A strangely sad expression entered the dark eyes of the young mechanic. His stout frame trembled. "Anna," he said, under his breath, "I can tell you the cause of this wonderful change—tell j*ou what has weaned your heart from me at this late day." "You are wondrous wise, sir." "It is Ezra Dayton." "Sir!"
The rich blood mantled brow and cbook• HOBSW that kis words had bit the mark. "You have allowed this man to step In between us, Anna," he said, slowly and deliberately "yet he is a comparative stranger tJ you. What are his antecedents? Is he a man to be trusted by a pure.woman Anna, have you asked these questions?" "I do not choose to be insulted, John Wintrell. Please leave me at once," retorted the maiden, resentfully. "Auna, 1 will speak my mind I will know the troth," he persisted. "What isl^sra Dayton to you?"
ftA
frlenii."
"Nothing more "You have no right to ask." A cloud swept over his haudsome face. "Once, Anna, you would not have spoken thus once I had a claim upon you now "You have none—not even upon my friendship." "Anna!" "Don't reproach me, Mr. Wintrell. am my own mistress, and will not be insulted bv a low mechanic."
Hs started back then,his face b.anched generous boart like the thrust oi a twoedged knife. "This is too much," he gasped. "My low calling has gained your contempt. Ezra Dayton has indeed poisoned your mind, my deargirl."
He turned on his heel and walked away. A" more miserable man than John Wintrell did not live.
Ezra Dayton had supplanted him in the affections of the girfhe lov^ed best on earth.
For the first time in years John Wintroll went to a .saloon and drank freely of liquid poison. Beforo night ho was in a state bordering on iutoxication.
Once more he sought the home of the girl he loved, his braiu in a whirl of ex citement
Bv ehnnco he mot Ezra Dayton on his roati thither. The sight of his rival fired the young mechanic to frenzy "You have been to Seaforth'e," de manded Wintrell. "Well, sir, if I have, is that anything to you "More than you think, you villain You are deceiving a young and trusting girl you have poisoned her mine against her friends." "John Wintrell, I hurl the lie in your teeth," retorted
ktbe
•young outlaw
angrily. Wintrell sprang forward and struck the man full in the face.
Dayton staggered backward. "Take that, you young scoundrel! hissed the maddnned youth, following up one blow with another.
This iast fetched Dayton to the ground. A moment later he had regained his feet and drawn a revolver, with which he opened fire on Wintrell.
The sound of the strife brought a crowd to the spot very quickly. One of the bullets had taken effect in John Wintreil's arm. The blood was streaming from his sleeve, and be had g^own weak from the loss of it.
What does thin mean demanded Walraven, who was one of the first on the spot. "it means that yonder Bcronndel attempted to murder me,"aaid Wintrell, SA vttgel y«
Ihave been defending mywelf from a brutal assault," retorted Dayton, still clutching his pistol.
The crowd scowled angrily upon Dayton. The sympathy seemed all to center in Wintrell.
A look from Walraven sent the young outlaw hurrying from the spot. "This young man
I
tion," said on© of
in a bad condi
LL
men assembled.
What's to be done?5' Wintrell was leaning against a tree, mle and deathly faint from loss of )lood. "Take hitn to the nearest boose. 1 will summon a doctor," said Walraven, promptly.
The nearest botwe was Seafortb's. An hour later the wounded mechanic found himself seated in the huge easychair in Mr. Seafortb's parlor, weak from profufe bleeding, hia wounded arm bandaged, and quite helpless for the time.
Alter it was all over, Anna Seaforth entered the room timidly. A glance into the paleface of Wintrell wot a flood of remorseful feelings to her heart.
She crept softly to his side, and laid I ber hand on his head. "John, bow did this happen she r-^tioE !n an undertone. 1' h, 1 a lutle fracas just down
A an
are given the Telegraph le*.pntchen of tlx* week from all part# of the Union. Thin feature tilonc makes
Tbn
WMhljr
tSW
by the grove," he said, grimly. "Your
EU.
ntleman lover abet me with intent to He's a poor marksman, as I escaped with this wound."
Anna shuddered. "What was the cause of the trouble, John?" "A little private affair of our own, Anna." "Suppose you had been killed, John?" said the girl, covering her face with her hands. "I would have been better off," be sighed. "Oh, John." "Since you hate me, I do not care to live." "I do not hate you, John, you know I do not," said Anna, kindly. "You said as much but a little time
"But I did not mean it, John. God help me, I was a wicked girl to wound your generous heart so cruelly."
A ray of sunshine overspread his face. "Shall we be friends again, Anna?" "Yes, yes we were never anything else, I hope," she said, ruefully. "And you don't love Esra Dayton "No, ldo not love Ewa Dayton." "Bless you, my little Anna," and he kissed her hand fervently. "You will be ill a loug time, John "No, it's a mere flesh wound," he said. "I shall be round again in a few days. But why did you tease me so, Anna, leading me to believe that you cared for Ezra Dayton
She hid her blushing, tear-wet face on bisshonlder. "Simply because it's natural for a woman to be perverse, to abuse and outrage the feelings of their best frieuds, I suppose," she returned, the tears flowing freely. "Anna," he said, after a short silence, "since you have confessed that you do not love Ezra Dayton, can it be that you hold a little place in your heart for a low mechanic?" "Don't, John, don't. It was Indeed very wicked for me to indulge in such a fling. I'm sorry for it now. Won't you forgive me "On one condition, Anna." "What is that "That you will love me a little in return for that which I give vou—the whole affection of my heart andsoul." "I do lovo you, Joliu, with all my heart." "And vou will be my wife "Yes, John." "Then I am thankful for this wound," ho said, fervently. "It has brought the greatest happiness of my lifetime."
The silver of speech was past, and a long, blissful, golden silence followed, such a silence as lovers know how to appreciate after a quarrel aud reconciliation.
This had been ah eventful day to tho lovers, a day of shadow and sunshine,
and
their two young lives were the bettor for the shadow, sinco it served to sweeten and lengthen the sunshine of their after existence.
Anna shuddered when she thought of the narrow escape John Wintrell had had from death, and the thought seemed to sweeten her temper and smother the love of mischievous flirting that had grown to be a part of her nature.
That night, in tho quiot precincts of her bed-chamber, the fair girl knelt down and offered up a prayer of bumblo thankfulness for the goodness of the great God tfho rules over the universe and holds tho oceans iu the hollow of His hand. [TO I1K CONTINUED"]
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1 tried a
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Mrs. \V J. Ft YNTS
30 Maverick St., E. l! )on.
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Brown Chemical Co. Baltimore. Md.
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TIIE SUN.
NEW YORK, 18*1.
More people have read The Sun dining tho year jUNt now PASSING than evar before HIIICO It was flrHt printed. No other newspaper published on this nlde of the earth bun been bought and reod in any year by so many men and women.
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Because its news columns presents in attractive form and with the greatest possible accuracy whatever lias Interest foftuunanklnd the events, the detnls and mlsi^ils, 7. wisdom,. -aiT aftm'Ows "f the busiest world at piesunl revolving in Hpiiec.
Because people have learned thai In its remarks concerning persons and altkln* Tbe Hun makes a practice of telling them Ihe exact truth of the best of Its ability three hundred and sixty-live days In the year, before election as well as after. aWout tho wales as well as alsatl the small tlsh, in the face of li«sen( as plainly and fearlessly us when mipportcd by geneml approval. The Hun has aliK»lulel,v no purposes to serve, save the Information of its readers and the furtherance of Ihe common good.
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Mecatw In iKilltles It has fought for a dozen yenrs, without intermission and HometWnea almost alone among newspapers, tin- jjght that has resulted In thereeent overwhelming popular verdict against Hobesonlsm and for honest government. No uniter what party Is I11 power.
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