Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 28, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 January 1883 — Page 7

A PA^R FOR THE PEOPLE.

[The Novelist.] I-

A REFRESHING ROMA&E.

A MICHIGAN MYSTER5.

BY MOBRIS REDWING.

CHAPTER XII.

I'LOTS AND COUNTERPLOT#. The meeting of the horse-owtwr'a association was postponed two W«*ks °n account of bad weather.

The day of meeting, horse-racing, ambling, betting, etc., came it' owever, and Pineville was 'ull of strangers.

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On the eveping of the secoid day. Andrew Seaforth bad given grand party, to which all the

leaders

of the

horse-thief league were invited. These parties were all present in the village, and being men of socia dispositions, knowing the high char.cter of the tSeaforths, the beauty and accomplishments of Anna, the old Lionel's only child, wore not slow to acept the invitation.

The Seafort mansion was br^liantly illuminated on the night irt question. Sweet strains of music iioatd out through the open doors and wiidows, while a score oi young couples wre tripping through the airy maze^ of the dance.

No one was happier on thj night than John Wintrel. Secure in tho love of Anna Saforth, he cared little how often sho suffred the foppish Ezra Dayton to lead for upon the floor.

Beforo morning ho, with ps half dozen companions, would be &1 safely disposed under lock and key.

There was one faco not lightel by its rwonted smile. Brule Walraven^eenied laboring under a feeling of oppression.

He smiled occasionally, howevr, and was tho most sought after of an^gentleinun present.

He had conquered his pride far as to appear at the ball, althougbthe rebut! he hud received at the harfb of the old colonel still rankled in his boom.

Walravon was, next to Colo.el Seaforth, the wealthiast man in Piieville. Even in that primitive region th«"« wer« scheming mammas, with marrig«able daughters, fishing for his favor.

Standing by the open doorway watching the dancers, was Captain \ylraven. lie had just seated a blushinj village damsel and was cooling his heted person after the exercise.

His ear was on tbo alert, howver, for tho sligHtost sound. He appeared careless and abmdoned. yet a keen observer^would haviletected ihe fact that he was expecting #ine one.

His face suddenly brightened A low whistle from without flight Ms ear. "Whew how close the air is,' he said aloud.

With that, he stepped quiokljout into tho garden, and listenedagainl Another whistle, down to tla right in tho shadows, dirocted his steps,

A moment lator he was c&fronted bv a small, little tiguro, evidqitly that of a man. "Woll questioned the outvw, in a low, guarded tono. "I am here to do your bid&ng, Mr. Wal raven."

You arc In good timo, Jowk' "Ay, tho Cat nover loiters,'feturnoil tho other. "You have a companion, Jotf?" "Yos, Ham lieekswillassist.no." "(«ood. lie is a trusty mani "And Jowl tho Cat never niafcs amismovo." "Your reward shall bo great Uvou fail nic not," said the outlaw. "Tho Cat nover fails." "Well?" "Tho money. Brulo." "Yos, I forgot that." "Tho most important part.'Jaughed tho other, grimly. "Hush, .fowl, itr w-.Mi't do tc be suspected now. 1M every moveuent be cautious. You have tho nigh before you thero's plenty of time." "I'lontv of It, Cap."

Wal raven drew a roll of bills#om his pocket, and pressed thorn into tb hands of tho Cat. "How much, Brule?" "J'Hve hundred." "Kh, that's good." "Yes, it's moro than I promlrd you, but I wish tho work wHl done." "We'll meet at the cross-rods by Budd'S creek." "YCIH. Then you shall have mother five hundred, never fear," "You'ro genorous, old boy. .lie Cat '11 always remember ye." "Wolf, wo part here," said W lraven. "At the cross-roads wo meet I must stay here a short time loigpr, to ward otr suspicion then I will on the road." "With these words the two mil separated, Brule Walravon going bact to tho elegantly lighted ball-room. "Been airing yourself, Mr. Walravon "Yes," returned the outlaw, John "Wiatitu met him at tho door, "It's* very hot evening." "Very warm, indeed."

A moment after the two plottrs separated a dark form crept forth fom the shadows, and stood in the glare light from the door.

It WHS the man in green. John Wintrel caught sight of the strange figure, and passed hurruily out to meet his friend.

Tempest drew the youth aside «to the shadows. '•Haveyou discovered anvthingnew whispomi Wintrel. "Yes." "Ah?" "Brulo Walravon holdings scant confab with some person here in tie garden." "What did you overhear?" I "Enough to convince me tLu he means mischief down to SaffordV' "Nioma?" "Yee, sho is in danger. I aa sure. There's plan on foot to abduct ier tonight." said Tempest, in a deep wUsper.

Which must be frustrated." "Which must be frustrated," rjheatcd tho man in green with peculfcr emphasis. "What will you do?" "Is Mark Hunter in there?" "Y*«." "I think I may need both yfci and him soon," said Tempest. "On this uew venture." "Yes." i"And allow your plans lor c.pturing-—." "No, nc,"interruptedTemp«st« 'That little programme must be carrkl out just the same. The officers have their cue?"

"Yes." f'-i "Then leave this affair with them and Col. Seaforth," said Tempest. "Walraven, if I am not mistaken, will soon withdraw from the house to meet nis confederate- at the cross-roads near Budd's creek, then "But we'd better spring the trap at once, and not allow the chief rascals to slip through our fingers in this way."

No, you must not do that." "Why not?" ,, "Simply because I would rather trust Nioma in his hands than in those of the base confederate. We will follow them closely, and capture him and rescue Nioma ere they travel for!" "Look here,'' said Wintrel, quickly. "Why not go to Safford's at once, and frustrate this plan, and save Nioma the fright and exposure of a midnight abduction "I had thought of that,' returned Tempost, "but, yoii see, I am not sure that the villains mean to abduct the maiden. There may be another plan hidden under it all. The name of Nioma was not mentioned. I do not mean to run the risk of going on a fool's errand, and allow Walraven to succeed in some other quarter. When he- leaves the house report to me at once, yoH and Mark. We will procure horses and follow him to the death that is my plan." "Very good. You will not enter the house?" "No, the man in green would excite suspician. The outlaws have sworn to kill me at the first opportunity. Be sure and report when Wal*aven takes his leave for the night. "All right, trust me for that."

Two hours later Brule Walraven excused himself to host and hostess, and parted for home.

Of course our friend in green saw him depart, but waited for Jonn Wintrell's report ere he moved, since he knew not how soon the outlaw chief might return.

John Wintrell came presently, and re-

Eome.

orted the departure of Walraven for

"Now is our time, then," said Tempest. "You have seen Mark Hunter?" "Yes." "Is be ready?" "Ready ana auxious for an ad vonture." "Very well. You and Mark must go to George Fort's livery stable and procure three saddle-horses." "Yes." "Alter having the animals saddled you will wait at the stable until I come," "And you?" "Will dog the steps of Walraven. I will follow him until I am certain on which road he leaves the village, and then hasten to you at the stable." "Very well," returned Wintrell.

Tho two men separated then. Brule Walraven hastened home, placed a well-filled wallet in his pocket, then went forth and saddled his fleetest horse. "While tht^e simpletons are dancing the hours away I will secure my lady, Nioma, and riae to Squire Brooks. He will willingly tie the knot, since the league has granted him many favors. From there I will follow through the tier of towns in which my friends abound. They will secrete me days, and in dn» ti'mo \V6, my bonnie bride ana 1, will find a home on Canadian soil, until she is willing to return to my home here."

Thus musing, Brule Walraven flung himself into the saddle, and passed down the dark street at a gentle canter.

He did not move too cjuickly for Tempest, who darted along in the shadows of the buildings, keeping not many rods behind the outlaw. "As I expected," muttered the man in

f,ake.

reen, "he hustakon the road to Crystal Ah, my brave schemer, you shall soon find that two can play at the gamo of secret plotting."

Shortly after Tempest entered the livery stable. "Mount, boys," he said, in a low tone. "I have spotted tho gamo, and we have no time to lose."

The three young men sprang info the saddle and were soon galloping rapidly out of tho village.

CHAPTER XIII. BRKNT SAFFORD'S STORY.

"Aro you not feeling better to-night, father ,, ,, "No better, my child said old Mr. Safford, turning his head wearily on the pillow.

Drink

this, perhaps it may rolieve

yon," said Nioma, placing a stoaming bowl to the lips of the suflerer. He drank a few swallows. "That will do, Nioma," he said wearily. 'There is no rest hore for me, my girl, no rest this side of tho grave."

Tears stood in the maiden's eyes as she gazed iuto the palo, sunken face, fringed with white locks, on the pillow.

In her heart sho felt that be had spoken truly, yet forth from her lips camfe words of encouragement, for she would not let her father see how terrible was tho suffering ths\t lay in her heart.

For nearly a week the old man had been ailing." Gradually his stop grew less hrm, his eye less bright, until .the day previous to this, when he sought his couch, from which he felt ho was never more to rise.

It was quite dark now, and Nioma lit the lamp and placed it on the little stand at tho foot of the bed.

The maiden's thoughts were sad, troubled ones. No word had come to her from Ronald since she received that note, weeka before.

She feared that something terrible had happened to him. Perhaps ho

i'erbaps ho was dead. If so, she felt how dreary and lonely the future was to bo. "Nioma."

It was her father's voice callin'g faintlv. Sho hastened to his side. "Have von seen Mr. Walraven latelv." "No, father." "He does not come here any more he has forgotten his friends," murmured the old man, closing his eyes thoughtfully. "Nioma, you have driven him away." "Me, father "Yes. He loves you, my girl, as no man ever loved before." "I am so sorry, father but I could not reciprocate his affection." "He is a good man, Nioma." "Perhaps," returned the maiden, not wishing to disturb the sick man's thoughts by disagreeing with him. "Yet you can not love htm—you can not.be his wife "That would be impossible, father."

A lohg, quivering sigh escaped the lips of Brent Safford. He closed his eyes once more, thinking deeply.

Presently he spoke again "Nioma, I never expect to rise from this couch. I must die but before I go I would tell you something of the past, for I fear von still hold an affection for that ill-starred young man, who came so unexpectedly to our home last spring. Draw nearer, Nioma, it is hard for me to

The maiden drew her chair close bcI side the conch, her pale cheeks wet wi:l tear?, for she loved her father sect .. onlv t« Elmer Ronald,

"My child, you are now nineteen, are you not?" "In October I will be nineteen." "Do you remember Annella "My sister yes," returned the maiden. "She died when I was quite young." "The manner of her death you do not remember?" "No. I remember the white face in the coffin, and the concourse of mourners. I remember also bow my poor mother was affected. Her death followed my sister's very quickly. I never fully understood the cause, however." "Nioma your sister Annella was murdered!"

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"Murdered?" "Yes. No wonder you start and shudder, for it was a most foul and crael deed, one that has shadowed my life ever since." "Poor sister! poor Annella?" murmured Nioma, sadly. "Yes I have said that many times," groaned the old man, "but I do hot propose to spare myself to-night. Annella was a bride at sixteen—the bride of my dearest friend, Brule Walraven There was a grand party at his home the evening of the wedding, and your mother and I attended' but amid all the festivities I was not happy... Annella's pale face haunted me continually, for, be it known, she became Walraven's wife only after many tears and protestations. She did not love him, but instead, her affections were placed in the keeping of Walraven's cousin, a good-for-nothing vagabond by the name of Pratt Haywood. Your mother sided with Annella. The marriage nearly broke her heart."

With a deep groan the old settler ceased speaking for a moment. Nioma sat motionless, her whole soul wrought up to the highest pitch of interest.

After a time the old man went on. "On the very bridal eve Pratt Haywood had the audacity to visit the grounds. "Walraven found them, his bride and cousin, together in the shadows of the summer house. That was a terrible meeting, Nioma. Walraven gave me an account ot it afterward. Annella was unfaithful to her marriage vow. Walraven had proof of this, yet he kindly retained her, even after that. "The honeymoon passed, and they were once more at homo. "On the eve of their return, Pratt Haywood sought the grounds of the Walraven mansion once more. "To this hour I wonder that Brule Walraven, even generous and noble as he is, did not take the law into his own hands. "Nioma, your sister was brutally murdered in tho summer house that night. "Walraven was too late to prevent the murder, but he was in time to discover the villain with the reeking dagger in his hand, the Silver Dagger owned by Pratt Haywood, and used by him to consummate the foul deed."

A long, painful silence followed. Nioma's breath came in quick, gasping sobs at last.| "Poor Annella!" she murmured, "what a sad fate was hers—so young, too." "So

young, yet so hardened," said Safford. ,, 1 A flush of keen resentment dyed the cheek of Nioma. "Father," she said suddenly, "I will not believe that my sister ever brought dishonor upon her name. You were blindly trustful then, but when' BrulS Walraven told the shameful story he uttered a base, malignant falshood." "Hush, Nioma," cried the old man, with a flash ol' earnest deprecation. "I did not tell this to you for you to defend the wicked acts of your sister." "But I cannot believe her criminal." "You must remember her tender years hor mad love for the scapegrace cousin of Walraven. "I do but there is no proof of the malignant, horrible accusation Walraven made against his young wife." "Alas Nioma, you do not, from this distance, see the matter in its true light. Brule Walraven, even were he a villain of the deepest dye, would not traduce the name of his wife to his own shame."

Nioma bowed her head and reflected. When she remembered how great a villain Walraven had proved himself to be, she doubted at nothing in the line of wickedpess where he was concerned. "Father," cried the maiden, suddeqly, "was the dagger that Elmer Ronald brought here anything like "Like the silver dagger that found your sister's heart It was the same cruel weapon." "How then came ittn Ronald's possession "Can you not understand, Nioma?" "No.'y "The man whom you know as Elmer Ronald is Pratt Haywood "Pratt Haywood "Yes, your sister's murderer!" "My sister's lover," murmured Nioma, sadly.

Thus the two held different views regarding the past. Nioma shuddered when she remembered how earnestly Walraven had sought her hand.

Somehow, she seemed to read in that awful story of hor unfortunate sister's tragic' fate a different story than the one related bv her father.

Ronald had hinted at something in the »ast, a cloud from which he was work-

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ig to froe his ntme. This, then, was the story Elmer Ronald was poor, murdered Annella's scapegrace.

Did she shrink back in horror from this man, whose past history was black with a horrid crime?

No she believed that Elmer Ronald possessed a true and noble nature that ho had been cruelly, foully wronged by Brule Walraven, and that time would vindicate one and punish the other.

Strange that Ronald should have been her sistsr'syoung lover, and now be was hers in his manhood's strong prime.

Nioma's heart bled for her father. Poor, blind old man I Walraven had made a complete tool of him to further his own interest.

He was suffering remorse now for his cruelty to his eldest born in the past, when he had forged the galling yoke of an ill-8'iarred marriage up«n her young shoulders.

Nioma sat for longhoursin deep meditation beside the couch of her father. He breathed regularly at last, and Nioma knew that ne slept.

She crept softly from the room. On the floor, near the bed-room door, she had prepared a couch, that she might catch the least sound from wiihin.

Her hand lay clasped over the sheath containing the Silver Dagger that had Deen me awful instrument of dwth in the hands of a cruel assassin.

Thus Nioma fell asleep and dreamed. She was out on a broad expanse of water in her canoe.

The sound of a roaring fall seemed in her ears, vet she soemeu to heed it pot, but sat idly while her boat drifted toward the roaring cataract, the sound of whose waters gijew more distinct every moment.

Su snly, she seemed to realise ber danger, and grasped her paddle to make a definite effort to #~cape.

To-:»te! T' wl of the rapids was

already drawing her to doom. She tried to cry aloud, but could not some strange, awful power held her lips.

The paddle dropped from her nerveless fingers she was almost on the very verge of the falls. Then she caught sight of a dark, sinister face on shore, peering into hers, wreathed in smiles of mockery at her sufferings it was the hard, cruel face of Brule Walraven.

The crashing of many waters was ringing in her ears, a huge, boiling wave caught her light craft and lifted it up, up, until, with a shudder, she opened her eyes to find herself lifted from her cough in the strong arms of a man. A cloth was pressed tightly over her mouth, and she could not cry out if she would.

The man passed noiselessly from the house with his burden, no sound as yet escaping from captive or captor. ...

TTO BE CONTINUED*]

A RACE FOR A KISS.

HOW A HONEY LAKER WAS CURED OF TAKING COLIC MEDICINE.

Virginia Chronicle.

A butter peddler from Honey Lake relates with great glee how a neighbor of his was cured of too frequently tippine the gin bottle. This neighbor married a young, handsome and spirited lady, and for a month or two all went well in the house and about the farm thea the husband fell back into his old tricks. The wife remonstrated, and for a time the husband reformed. Presently however, she became satisfied that the "bottle tipping" was again going on. When she spose to her husband about the matter he swore that the "aroma" she detected was that of a colic medicine he was taking, he having a most intactrable colic, for the relief of which he had brought home and paraded a bottle of medicine.

The wife was confident that there was kept somewhere about the premises a considerable store of a very different kind of medicine. She kept her own counsel and at the same time strict watch. In a day or two she discovered under a manger in the barn the secret hoard. She said nothing of the discovery to her husband.

Soon after, the husband had business at a neighbor's, some two miles away. On his return home he was somewhat surprised at seeing a note pinned upon his front door. Hastily advancing he read as follows

BEN—You will find the key of the house where you kept your colic medicine. I have taken Kitty and gone home to my mother. Father and brother Bob wiil come to-mor-row for the trunk in which I have packed my things. NELLIK.

The husband rushed to the barn. At a glance he saw that Kitty, his wife's mare, and the side-saddle were gone. Darting to the manger he hauled off his corpulent demijohn of gin, and suspended from its neck found the key of the house.

Securing the key he sent thedemijohn whizzing and Crashing against a post of the barn. Bounding forth, he ran to and mounted the horse he had left standing in front of his house.'

Away he dashed. It was ten miles to the house of his father-in-law, and he was determined to overtake his wife before she could reach it, or kill the horse in the attempt.

Said the butter man: "Now, I seed Ben's wife come over the hill, half a mile south of my house, on her little mare, Kitty, and begin to perform some queer ablutions. Alter she'd got over the brow o' the hill she paced up and down the road for a time then she rid up and looked over the brow of the ridge for awhile. After looking a bit, she turned about aud rid up and down the road a few times, and went up to the brow o' the hill agin. So sho kept doing, and once or twice she got ofl' and led Kitty up to the top of the hill. "I was puzzled as to whether she was waitin'for somebody or had lost something while on tho way to her father's place, some four miles beyond my bouse. I wHs just about to walk out that way when I see'd her wheel Kitty round from the brow o' the hill and begin to ply her whip. "In half a minute she was flying past my place like a wild woman. I stood at my front gate by the roadside, ready to holler out at her to know what was up, but, bless you, she never looked to'ards me. Her eyes seemed sot in her head, her face was pale, and at every jump she let into Kitty with her whip. I swar her ridin' skirt fairly cracked as she bounded rast me!

Jist then I heerd a tremendous clatter behind me. Turnin' about, I see'd Ben a-comin' over the pitch of the hill on his black boss, like a wild Comanche. Ho was ridin' with loose reins, leanin' away for'ard, aud diggin' his big spurs into his horse like lie'd rip his msides out. "He passed by with his ba'r and coattails sailin' back in the wind, and never turnin' his head to right nor left. I thought I see'd murder in his eye. I tell you, a million thoughts ran through my brain in a second. All the stories I ever heerd about jealous husbands and insane husbands went through my head in a lump, an' I do believe if I'd had my gun in my band I'd have taken a wing shot at him on suspicion. "I see'd Nell look back once, and then lay the whip to Kitty hotter'n ever. Ben was goin' like the wind!* I knowed Nell was headed for her father's, and I see'd plain as day that Ben would get her 'fore she was safe landed. "At last he was upon her. It was then neck and neck for a time, with Ben reachin' out for Kitty's bridle. At last he got it, and the two horses gradually slowed up till they finally stopped. I mounted my gate post all of a tremble, expectin' to see somethin' dreadful happen. "They stopped in the road talkin* nigh onto half an hour then 1 seed Ben lean over and Nell lean over, till thar two beads came together. "What the mischief!" says I, "kissin' instead of killin'. Well, that sort of fracas gits me!" "After the head bumpin' the pair turned about and came slowly joggin along back. "As they passed me, I called out to Ben to know what in the livin' jingo it all meant. Ben began to stammer something, 'bout half of which never got out through his big beard, when Nell sings out to me: 'Only a race for a kiss and givin' Kitty a cut that made her bound ten feet, she called out to Ben,'Come on A race to the top of the hill for another and away they both went. "That was five years ago. and I never knowed the true meanin of that wild, harum-scarum ride till about three months ago, when the story 'bout the •colic medicine' leaked out among the wimmen folks. For a good while after the ride, howsumever, I remember one of the neighbor men wonder!n' what had eome over Ben that he had shnt down on his gin all of a sudden, and wouldn't so much as take a glass o' Oregon cider. "To this day, no doubt, Ben thinks he bad a desperate shade after Nell, and a narrer escape o' her gettin' into the home den Hong with her big brother^ hei father and his mother-in-law ana I've never said a word to him bout how aha fooled 'long under the brow o' the hill."

THE NINE PARTS OF.SPEECH.

It has been recommended that the following rhymes be committed to memory by the neophytes in grammer, as a help to them in their early educational struggles:

Three little words you often sec, Are articles—a, or an, and the.

A noun's the name of anything— As school, or garden, hoop, or swing.

Adjectives tell the kind of nonn— As great, small, pretty, white or brown.

Instead of nonns the pronouns stand— Her head, his face, your arm, my hand.

Verbs tell of something to be done— To eat, count, sing, laugh, jump, or run.

How things are done the adverbs tellAs slowly, quickly, ill, or well.

Conjunctions join the words together— As men and women, wind or weather.

The preposition stands before A noun—as of or through the door

The interjection shows surpriseAs Ah! how pretty, Oh! how wise.

The whole are called nine parts of speach, Wkich reading, writing, speaking teach.

THE HOME CIRCLE.

FIRESIDE TOPICS.

The topics and tone of conversation might be in many families far more intelligently guided Parents ought to study the art of interesting their children in noble and inspiring themes. If the ordinary and daily talk at the table and in the drawing-room be sordid and selfish, or snarling, or only gossipy, or about potatoes and cabbage, what can one expect of children's minds and hopes? When will parents learu that their words are seedcorn, aud will bear a future harvest, each after its own kind? Heroes and saints are made by talking of heroism and sainthood just as farmers are by talking of commerce and agriculture.

HOME COURTESIES.

There are thousands of little courtesies also, that should not be lost sight of in the cruel candor of marriage. The secret of a great social success is to wound no one's self-love. The same secret will go far towards making marriage happy. Many a womau who would consider it an unpardonable rudeness not to listen with an air of interest to what a mere acquaintance is saying, will not have any scruples in showiug her husband that his talk wearies her. Of course, the best thing is when talk does not weary—when too people are BO unfited in taste that whatever iuterests the one is of equal interest to the other, but this cannot always be the case, even in a happy marriage and is it not better worth while to take the small trouble of paying courteous attention to the one who depends on you for his daily happiness than even to bestow this courtesy on the acquaintance whom it is a transient pleasure to please?

THE GIRLS THAT MAKE GOOD WOMEN. Wildness is a thing which girls cannot afford. Delicacy is a thing which cannot be lost and found. No art can restore the grape its blossom. Familiarity without love, without confidence, without regard, is destructive to all that makes woman exalting and ennobling. "This world is wide, these things are small,

They may be nothing, yet they are all." Nothing? It is the first duty of woman to be a lady. Good breeding is good sense. Bad manners in.a woman is immorality. Awkwardness may be ineradicable. Baslifnlness is constitutional. Ignorance of etiquette is the result of circumstances. All can be condoned and do not banish men or woman from the amenities of their kiud. But self-possessed, unshrinking and aggressive coarseness of demeanar may be reckoned as a State's prison offence, and certainly merits that mild form of restraint know as imprisonment for life. It is a shame for women to be lectured on their manners. It is a bitter shame that they need it. Woman aro the umpires of society. It is they to whome all mooted questions should bo referred. To be a lady is moro than to be a princess. To a lady prince and peasant alike bow. Do not be restrained. Do not have impulses that need restraint. Do not wish to dance with th'e prince unsought feel' differently. Be sure yon confer an honor. Carry yourself so loftily that men shall look up to you for reward, not at you in rebuke. Tho natural sentiment of men toward women is reverence. He loses a large amount of grace when he is obliged to account her a being to be trained in propriety. A man's idea is not wounded when a woman iails in worldy wistom. But if in grace, in tact in sentiment, in delicacy, in kindness she skould be found wanting, he receives an inward hurt.

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More people have read Tho Sun-during the year just now passing than over before since it was first printed. No other newspaper published on this nldc of tho earth lias boea bought and read In any year by so many inec and women.

We are credibly informed thnt people buy{ read, aud like The Hun for tho followinis, a a

Because its news columns presents in attractive form and with (he greatest posNlbio accuracy whatever has interest for humankind the events, the deeds and misdeeds, the wisdom, the philosophy, tho notable folly, the solid sense, the improving nonsense —al'l the news of the busiest world at present revolving in space.

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Because In politics it has fought for a do7xm years, without intermission and sorn etiine* almost alone among newspapers, the flam that lias resulted in

the

recent overwhelming

popular verdict against Robftftoninm and for nonoKt government. No matter what party is in power, The Sun stands anl will continue toKtand like a rock for the Interest of the people against the ambition of bosses, tn encouragements of monopolists, and the dishonest schemes of pub 1c robbers.

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the

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Sun discovers one of its many sides that appeals with particular force to his ladi vidaalliking.

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