Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 34, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 17 February 1883 — Page 7

THE MAIL

A PAPER

BY DAYTON MULGROVE.

CHAPTER XIV. A HACE ON THE WATER.

At first Robert Rader bad thought of going to the rescue of the girl who bad so deeply interested him, In bis boat, [ledul

Tbe peddler, who remained in the vicinity of the «ottage during tbe day, counseled otherwise. "There are boats at Beady's landing if we conclude to use one," said Blundon. "If we approach in a boat we may be discovered. By a circuitous route on foot we can gain the vicinity of tbe miner's cabin, and there remain until darkness sets in, when, by a bold move, we can accomplish our object."

This plan was finally agreed upon, after some discussion, and the two men set out on their dangerous errand.

The mad peddler seemed even more anxious than his young companion to rescue Vivia Adams from the clutches of Duff Brady, and tbe youth found himself wondering bow it was that tbis strange, ill-sbapen, crazy peddler should take sucb an interest in a stranger.

Tbe youth finally questioned his companion about it, as they sat in the shade of a few scrubby trees, about a mile from tbe miner's cabin, waiting for the approach of night.

The insane glow flamed suddenly into tbe old peddlers eyes. "I have good reason to hate Duff Hardwick, or Brady, as he chooses to call himself. You have beard of Ora Adams?" ••Nothing, only that was the name of Vivia's mother, returned tbe youth. "Ora Adams was Vivia's mother. Adams is dead." "Yes, so I understand." "From your mother, I suppose? "My mother did mention it to once since Kent Adams came here. fore that I never heard of that poor woman." "Indeed! Your mother—but I won't speak disparaginclv of her to you," said the hunchback, bis eyes gleaming fiercely. "You are not like your mother, Robert. If you were I would die sooner than associate with you. Strange you think it, I suppose. 'Tis strangej but to return to Mrs. Adams. I was with her to the last. She fell a victim to the hellish cruelty of Duff Hardwick, who holds ber daughter in bondage to-day. I've sworn vengeance against him and against—but stop, I must not let uiy tongue wag too freely. Come,it growing late, we must be moving," and as the half^razed being spoke lie sprang to his feet.

Tbe reader already knows of the success attending tbe two after entering tbe xniner'M cabin.

Bluudon held the miner at bay until be felt suro that his young friend had gained the skiff at the boat-house under the cliff, then be darted rapidly away, reaching tbe water's edge just as Robert bad pliicwd his fair charge in the bow of tbe boat and taken a seat at the oars himself. il

The hunchback leaped lightly into the stern. "Off with you!" be cried, hoarsely. "That villain will be after us in less than no time."

With one stroke, Robert sent the skiff out from the shadow ^pf the boat-house into the lake.

The moon was rising above the cliff, glowing brightly on the rippling water. "We will soon be discovered," said Blundon. "This moon is against us." "It is, indeed," returned the young man, "but Brady will find some trouble iu pursueing us, sinoe I sent the only other boat adrift before taking to this one. He'll hardly veature after us alone, either. There's no other boat nearer than Highrock landing." "By the time he roaches that point we will be safely out of reach." "I believe so." "Hush! What's that?"

Tbe sound of oars reached their ears. A moment later a boat entered the rim of moonlight, heading directly for the miner's cabin.

It contalued two men, both rowing. Tbe boats passed within a few rods of each other.

The occupants of the strange skiff were miuers, the bright moonlight revealiug tljis much and they were Duff Brady's friends. "We arte in for it

now!"

The night

FOR THE

PEOPLE.

Mad Blundon -XE,—

THE NIGHT OF YEARS.

cried the

out h. "That craft carries two ef Brady .'riends from the village. In less that ten minutes they will learn what has occurred and be in hot pursuit." "They will come to their death, then," muttered the peddler, with close, shut teeth. "Vivia shall never again fall into the hands of Duff Brady. Robert you must do the beat you can. Gain some point of land where we may expect to find friends, if you know of any. In any event we will never surrender this poor girl."

The man at the oars made no reply, but his heart waa steeled against any surrender.

He turned the prow of the boat out into the lake. "Where are you heading for?" cried lUuudon, suddenly. "For Turret Isle." "Turret Isle? Have you any friends there?" "Ye®." "How far is U?M "About four mile® from Brady*, something over a mile from the mainland," answered Rader, leaning to the oars with all his strength.

The soft lake breeae, wafted over the face of Vivia, revived her after a time, and she sat up and gated about her like oneinadream.

The moonbeams played over tbe man working desperately at the oar*. She could not see his face, but she knew who it was risking so much for ber sake, knew that once again she had been wreeted from the clutches of tbe villainous miner. But was this last attempt to be successful, or prove abortive as tbe other bad done?

She did not speak. Tbe silent bosom of the deep, the oar-blades flashing in I he on he a or two men, risking ttfe itself for her bodily safety, held the maiden's lips in a mute spell.

On sped the light craft over the water, but not fast enough to escape tbe doom that awaited its occupants.

A faint cry came borne on the evening bree**, the cry of strong, enraged men in pursuit.

Tli* perspiration stood in great drops on tbe face of Rader as he heard that cry and understood its import.

Brady and his friends were speeding rapidly in their wake, 4

was too

back an

On went

Ora

me Be-

brilliantly illumined

to hope to evade the pursuers. Two pair of oar« against one. Tbe chances were very slim. If overtaken on the water, who could tell hat the result might be?

Again tbe cry caaae over the water, louder, more distinct than before. "We are discovered!" cried the mad peddler. "How mutsh longer can you bold out, Robert?"

JC'Z%T'tiaCk

light skiff had forced its way high upon the sand of Turret Isle. Then came a scramble from the boat, across the sand, up to the rugged hillside, closely followed by Brady and his two companions.

Robert had almost lifted Vivia from her feet as he dashed up the hillside, the wirv hunchback bringing up the rear.

Creek! crack came two shots from the rear. The balls flew wide of the mark, however. "A few steps more, Vivia, and we roach the house," cried Rader.

But was there safety there? This question flashed through the maiden's brain, though her lips gave forth no souud.

Somehow the maiden felt toe awful conviction that this desperate race could

conviction that this desperate race could

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the boat and peered over the water. Two forms lay

the boats over the water, the open the gray frock.

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ver ci A wild cry of pain came echoing over the water. .. "I've winged one of tbem," muttered the hunchback, with a hoarse laugh. "I think they'll fight a little shy after this."

per over tbe stern Mid fired. h. f. The scene was one never to be forgotten.

TTia neddler's shot had struck one of —, j-™— the men at the oars, breaking his arm of his forehead ^^8 where themes aHnvA th« plbow senger of death had entered-

With a Mivage oath, Duff Brady sent Robert Rader was the first to recover

answering shot, and then quick.- his presence of mind. Iv took the seat vacated by the wounded Leading the half-fainting lvia to min?r

one containing the miners gaining "Great Heaven what do I see? cried slowlv vet surely, on the other. Robert in a startled tone. Higher and higher climbed the round, Quickly covering the form he brushed white moon above the horizon, lighting the surface of tbe water more brilliantly ^Mad BTandon lay coiled in tbe stern, movement brought the gray bekrd also, watching with eagle eye the oncoming and the face of a woman was reveaU d. "IVs a woman, by all the angels! ex

The forms of the two men at the oars claimed one of the trembling miners.

a center shot," he 'Shall I let them

At'tbe maiden's words Rader turned half around and glanced over his shoulder. Sure enough, a gleaming red star met his gaze well down on tbe surface of the water. He knew that the light flashed from the front window of Squire Wilson's house, which stood on the highest point of Turret Isle, and his heart gave a relieved bound at the gladsome sight.

But the pursuing boat was rapidly overhauling them. Not ten yards separated pursuer and

^••Htfld'on there, you thieves," shouted Brady, at tbe top o'f his voice, dropping his oars and springing to bis feet with leveled revolver. "Shove ahead, Robert I'll tend to that fellow," cried |hethunchback, as he, too, stood erect, the moonbeams gleaming over the burnished steel barrel of his revolver.

Face to face, flashing hatred and defiance into each other's eye's the two men stood.

The mad peddler's shrunken form was rigid as oak, every muscle strung to its utmost tension.

For full ten seconds Mad Blundon and Duff Brady glanced at each other along their leveled revolvers.

Brady saw that he had fallen to gain the advantage, saw the deadly glitter of the steel barrel, and with an oath sprang to bis oars once more.

Then a cry of hopefulness fell from the lips of Vivia. There came a sharp concussion, almost throwing her from her

SeThe

of his The woTd^dropped in a husky whisper

piSol on^morT from the lips of Kent Adams. The next I think I can

The lips of

These questions were answered, al- steadv voice. "Iwill try most before being propounded, by the *^fu[ Pou'

sudden bursting In of the door. deeertod and you

across the threshold in hot pursuit.

The scent was intensely dramatic.

arm.

Ora

in the

... to fciood

'onng friend Robert, who facing the open door, through which their pursuers nad just entered.

The chase bad been along and desperate one. Tbe blood of the brutal miner was at a white heat. The defiance of the withered old hunchback was more Ulan be could stand.

His own revolver flew to a level. An awful stillness settled for just

8°°® Then a stunning double report, a sul

g-pingcry

gore

Vivia covered her face with her hands to hide the horrible sight. Duff Brady, the villainous miner, lay on his back, a jagged hole in the center

chair, he was quickly bending over the

momentum of tbe boat was con- prostrate form of his tried friend.

retarded by tbis mishap, and The blood was flowing from a wound th« forward skiff gained a rod on the the breast. XuerelnVrr^uSce. With trembdng bands the youth tore

from the lips moment he knelt beside young Rader and gazed wildly into the face of the fallen peddler. "Oka my wife

muttered, audibly. have it, Robert?" "Not yet," returned the youth mJf^Vt^oub?e0tobc^eSfS?bis. ^Duff bl^violenUy, hfs'fac^ growing corpseBrady has a host of friends among the like in its deathly hue.

"We There

miuers." .. Vivia, who bad been watching the progress of the race with painful interest, now turned and gazed forward across the glimmering surface of the lake.

Aery of joy escaped her lips. "There's a light ahead," she cried, quickly. "It must come from the island

The frame of the old speculator trern

It was past midnight, and an awful hush rested over Turret Isle. The miners iad departed with the body of Duff Harflwlck, bearing it to the village, where they soon spread the story of the double tragedy on Turret Isle.

In a large bed-room, opening off from tbe main parlor, lay the form of a dying woman.

Beside the couci were gathered most of our old friends. Robert, Vivia, Kent Adams and Squire Wilson were there, the hush of death holding them silebt and sorrowful around the bed. The flame from the oil lamp shed a sickening light on the corpse-like face of ths dying woman. Her eyes were open now, her senses having returned to her after that deadly swoon when the assassin's bullet found the seat of her wretched life.

Silent, pale and stern Kent Adams stood, gazing down into the face on the pillow, the face of one he supposed long £go in the land of the spirits. "Kent, my husband murmured tbe pale lips of the sufferer.

Thefstern looked softened on the specular's face. He sank on his kness boside tbe bed, and took the thin, white hand of the woman in bis. "You are dying,Ora," whispered Kent Adams huskuy. "God have mercy on you. my wretched wife!" "God is more merciful than man," ahe returned faintly. "Must I die without your forgiveness, Kent?"

A desperate struggle was going on In heart of the old man. the heart

His wrongs were standing up in awful array before him.' His better nature conquered in the struggle. He bent over the white, death-stricken face, and pressed his lips upon the fair brow. "Ora, my wife, all is forgiven," he murmured, great tears welling to the surface and stealing down his bronzed cheeks. "Let the wrongs of the past lie In their graves." .' "Duff Hardwick, where Is he?" "Do you not know He is dead." "Dead! And by my hand," murmured the woman. "It's awful: yet I am Mot sorry. I think God will forgive me for that, siuee he was a monster of evil—a very devil in human garb. Where is Paula Rader "Not far away."

quivered, the wild, in

sane light coming to her eyes once more. "And you were about to mairy her tonight Oh, Kent, Kent, how could you do that How could you crush my poor heart under your feet so ruthlessly? God knows I never knew that you loved her

]ong

bave but one termination, since the law that place at your side which was on tbe side of Duff Brady, and that rightfully belonged to her. Why did her ultimate return to the miner's home £a

a second report, struck their ears. In- .., ,0_ mine." stantly woiider and confusion prevailed P™e™

throughout the room. "His love to yours, to the love of my Who could be on the island at tbis husband. Oh, God! whatdoyou—what can you mean "It's needleaa to distress yourself now. Ora," said Mr* Adams, in an un-

hour beside themselves What was the meaning of those pistol shots?

gQ) lse I never would have

was Inevitable. ., make her your wife, Kent, while your Kent Adams and the beautiful, blush- heart was given to another? ing widow were standing before grayhaired Squire Wilson, hand clasping hand, waiting for a few words to be •'n^ T"aliAll n«vflr love uttered that were to make them one for £dw' mlstlKn In the gir! life, the old Squires wife and niece wedded .however. I knew-not of the standing by as witnesses, when the sharp .. nxtnttrur between von and Duff crack ofa 'revolver, followed quickly by niSedSS

country girl and

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?hat you

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now.ura," saia but* aumub. iu uu-

wben

peddler. your preference lor that man, In which Before the door could oe closed Duff you stated that you had gone with him Brady and his two companions bounded "Hush! What are yon saying, Kent?"

CHAPTER XV.

TBS TRAOKDT OS TVRRET ISLE. Mad Blundon stood at bay near tbe center of room, with clinched teeth, wildly-glowing eyes, long gray locks

wuuij-giuwiug eyes, lung gmj I C°uld not do that. I hated d®2 streaming in a tangled mass over his spised Duff Hardwick from the hour shoulder*. that be made a ban proposal to me.after

White as death was the face of the mad I was wedded to you. I spurned him peddler. Like a tiger at bay he stood, as I would viper, but I believed Mm bis shrunken foraT drawn to its full when he said that you loved Mother height, a gleaming revolver leveled in than myself that the marriage yoke was hfesmall. white hand. in "Back, Duff Hardwick! Back or vou die!" hi«««ed the peddler through clinched teeth.

found

my home

a^d

came Robert gone to gladden the heart" of

supporting Vivia, while close be- creatft, Hardwick. When I hind came Mad Kundon, tbe hunchback cruel letter, in which you announced (a* 4l**t man In Wnirai

my child goni©—

that misread that

The wild eyes of the woman were turned in beseeching wonder on the face of the kneeling man. "I write that I ceased to love yon that I bad fled with Doff Hardwick! Never!

galling: that yon were constantly in Paula Rader's society that you even meditated deserting me for ber, deserting your lawful wife, who loved you

'me scene was iokdwit uraniawiv. bettor than her own life, for the guilty Old Squire Wilson stood rooted to the love of a base, bad woman. My sensitive floor, bis spectacles pushed high upon heart was wrung to Weeding, lour his bald brow, unutterable alarm and love lost to me. I chafed under tbe«amasement struggling for the mastery ten lions you paid to that pretty, deceiton his pale face. ful widow.

Tbe Squire's wife and niece bad fled "You were absent from hornete day. to the far corner of tbe room, shrinking Paula was absent, too You bad gone with terror from tbe expected sight. together, aa Hardwick informed me. Oh.

Mrs. Rader, tbe bride elect uttered one how my heart felt tbe keen amrwsoi loug. piercing scream, and then hung remorse then! Remorse for tbe wron a dead weight on ber would-be husband's I had done in 1 al»AMa maIn a*

I had done in marrying a man so hign [above me in social standing. That day I

was nearly beside lityself. I meditated suicide. "Snatching my child from its cradle, I fled, desirous of placing distance between me and my home and the man it was only torture to think of, knowing that I had lost his love forever. 1 vowec never to cross your path again. You should not find me a stumbling in the way of your happiness. I found a safe retreat, I imagined, in afar off nook in tbe West. But I was followed by Duff Hardwick. All the arts and ingenuity of a devil he used to bring me aown to his base level. "For fourteen long years I have battled with that love to crush it, in vain. Duff Hardwick finally gave over his persecutions, and pretended to wish to help me. He knew where I could find a situation in a nice, respectable family in Milwaukee. Thither 1 accompanied him, poor blind fool that I was. "Hiram Brock was Hard wick's tool. He lived just out of the city, in a large gloomy stone house, where he cared for several crazy people for pay. It was a private mad-house, and here I was held a close prisoner, subject to the most cruel treatment imaginable. "After a short stay here, my child. Vivia lone, was torn from my arms and borne' from my sight. That was a terrible blow. I lay sick for weeks on the verge of the grave, but at last came life ana strength once more. "Hardwick visited me frequently. He said that my child was in good hands, but that I should never look upon her face again until I complied with his

wick was having a sweet revenge, for what he termed my obstinacy. "Foryears I remained an inmate of Brock's mad-house until I felt I was in truth going mad. The sufferings I endured I can not describe. "One friend I had, and only one, inside the walls of my prison. A poor, deformed creature whom they called Mad Blundon. He was mad, perhaps, yet he befriended me whenever chance offered. It was through his cunning that I finally managed to escape from the clutches of Hard wick's tool, Brock. "Only a short time before mv escape, Hardwick came to see me. My child was a woman grown now, and ne was about to make her his wife. This he told me to add to the tortures I already endured. I longed then for freedom more than ever. As I said, through Mad Blundon's cunning, though crazed brain, my escape came about. Hardwick bad noticed the old hunckback on one occasion at least, and this gave me my cue. I adopted this disguise the better |to work out the salvation of my child. I think my disguise wag not penetrated. and Hardwick died believing me Mad Blundon. "The first time I met you, Kent, on tbe steps of the widow's cottage, I nearly tainted, but managed to keep my identity covered by averting my face, though 1'n/sure I trembled visibly under your gaze. At first I thought that woman was your wife. Afterward I learned to the contrary. Your words just now lead me to believe that you, too, were deceived,that our long night of reparation, to be crowned by the sods over my grave, has been a sad, woful mistake. You speak of a letter. I nev8r penned one to you. If sucb you received, it was a forgery.

The woman's story was broken many times by tbe sobs of Vivia, and resumed only after stimulants were given the rapidly sinking wife and mother.

For many minutes after she ceased speaking.

Kent

Adams knelt with his

face bowed in the bedcover, bis form shaken with the great sobs that rent his heart. "It was a mistake, a sad, woful mistake," groaned Kent Adams at last. "I have lived long years of tbe bitterest heart agony, believing my wife false to me: believing that she deserted her home for the caresses of a former lover and now the truth comes, alas, when too late, too late! Oh, Ora! Ora! you must not, shall not die. Live live for .me, that the reminder of my life may be devoted to undo the wrong you have suffered at my hands."

A faint smile flickered over the face of tbe woman. "I am willing to die now," she said softly. "Duff Hardwick is dead. Vivia is restored to you, and the wiles of Paula Rader bave come to naught. In my death this good has come about."

There was no more astonished person present than Robert Rader. He was stunned at the revelation of his mother's treachery and deceit. For the time be felt like shrinking away and hiding his very face in shame.

He waited not long, however, in the death chamber. Disengaging himself from the clasping hands of Vivia, he stole from the room and sought his mother, who met him with a shrinking terror in her handsome eyes. "Is it all over! Is the woman dead questioned the woman eagerly. "She is not dead, yet she may die ere morning. She has made a statement, mother. "Statement!" with a start. "A confession you mean "No. What had she to confess? Mother, the whole dark history of the past has been revealed. Kent Adams knows all the deceit and wickedness you have practioed. Will you return home now I hardly think you will dare to face the woman you have murdered

Mrs. Rader shrank from her son's rebuking gaze like the criminal she realized herself to be.

She accepted his offer, and tbe two were soon speeding over the moonlit lake to their cottage home.

Just as tbe sun was rising from bis eastern bed, a boat touched the shore of Turret Ialo, containing two occupants, Robert Rader and tbe village doctor.

An awful hush pervaded the old Squire's dwelling as the two approached with rapid steps.

A terrible fear lurked in tbe heart of tbe young boatman. HiH they arrived too late to save tbe poor, wronged wife from tbe grave?

Kent Adams met tbem at the door. One look into his white face was enough. "She is dead?" cried Robert under his breath. "She is dead," answered Kent Adams, sadly.

The doctor, however, hastened into the room where tbe poor wrongo_ wife lay. He gazed not at tbe group of mourners about tbe room, but walked directly to tbe couch and bent over the •till form.

When be stood upright again, a hopeful look touched his face. "She is not dead she has fainted from loss of blood. Perhaps it's not yet too late to save her."

The doctor's words sent an electric thrill through all hearts. Throughout the forenoon tbe doctor worked over his patient.

Slowly tbe life-current started again through ber veins. Hour after boor passed in anxious waiting for tbe old doctor's decision.

It omw at last. Tbe old phvstoan approached and laid his band on £eac* oiKeniAdams. "With careful nursing tbe woman will live," be said. "Tbe wound is deep

and dangerous, yet not necessarily mortal."

Ora Adams did live, and once more, after the long night of years, durin which two hearts had been rent an well-nigh crushed, husband and wife were reunited, and hand in hand recommenced the journey of life together.

Back to Detrbit they journeyed, tak ing their child, Vivia, witn them. Robert Rader was soon to follow and take the position offered him by Kent Adams, for whom the youth had done so mucli. "Your brave, generous nature has brought sunshine into my life, Robert. You saved my life, saved my child when even I had deserted her. Through you my wife was again placed iu my arms where, God willing, she shall remain while life lasts. You have more than wiped out the wrongs committed by your mother. Though I can not forget, tell your mother that I fo-give the past, and sincerely hope that she may profit by the sad experience."

Thus spoke Kent Adams on the day of his departure. A month later, Robert and his mother followed, the latter a pale, sad-faced, penitent woman now.

Remorse was guawing at her heart, and a year latter she died. After Robert bad been a year in the employ of Kent Adams, he gained Vivia's consent to become his wife. A quiet wedding followed, and peace, joy and contentment came at last into the life of the poor girl, who had suffered so bitterly in the long years of her separation from home and friends.

What became of Nell, the sister of Duff Hardwick. none can tell. After the death of her brother, she disappeared from the vicinity of Highrock, and was never seen again in that region.

Reader the story of Mad Blundon is ended. If you visit the City of tbe Straits, you will find there one of the happiest homes in Michigan, where our friends dwell in quiet contentment after the night of woful darkness that once enveloped tbem. ^,-5 [THB END.]

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The Mall has a record of success seldom attained by a Western weekly paper. Ten years of increasing popularity proves its worth. Encouraged by the extraordinary suooeeB which has attended Its publication the publisher has perfected arrangements by which for the coming year The Mail win be more than ever welcome in the home circle. In this day of trashy and Impure literature It should be a pleasure to all good people to help in extending the. circulation qt

paper as the

TERMS:

One year............. ... 92 00 Bix months.. 1 0 Three months 5

Mail and offio* mbscrii Uons will, invariably, be discontinued at expiration of time. Address P. S. WESTFALL, ^Publisher Saturday Evening Mail,

Duvol Prairie Creek, Ind Wot Kennett Pimento, Ind Louis Gainer Bloomfleld, Ind

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disorders. Pablish It please in St. Louis Globe Democrat.

KIDNEY-WORT IFOR THE PERMANENTCUM 0F| CONSTIPATION.

OuueUpHaa. and no «—liftj

has ever equalled Uxaoeletestad KXXnrarWOBT as a aura. Whatever the oaaae, however obetinate thaaaaa, thia Heady] will o» eroome it.

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'HE SATURDAY EVENING

such

SATURDAY EVENING MAIL

TERRE HAUTE, JND.

WHERE IT IS SOLD.

E. L. Godecke opera House 8. R. Baker P. O, Lobby. Grove Craft Terre Haute House Richard O'Brien National House Walsh A Smith 661 Main street Alonso Freeland...Cor.4th and Lafayette St Mrs. Elizabeth McCutcheon. 1134 £. Poplar st tritf ABly Paris, ills V, .Oole..mM....M, ....^...Marshall, Ills Wt. Smith- JSnllivanInd H.S\ tneheart Clinton,Ind A.C.I ites -...Rockville, Ind John \Hanna __Mattoon, Ilia J. K. Lai. ^doa Greencastle, Ind T.M. Robertson A Oo Brazil, Ind Foster M. Maris Annapolis Ind Joseph Somes Knigktsville Ind. Chas. Lee Charleston, Ills Dennie Chew Sandford, Ind M. Connoway Eugene, Ind Wm. Hunt Montezuma, Ind Andrew B. Cooper Merotn, Ind A. N. Wo kman 1 .Scotland, Ills W. C. Pennell Kensas, Ills Prank A. Gwln -Carlisle, Ind C. C. Wilson Casey, Ills Charley Hutchinson Dhiir, Ind John Laverty Cory, Ind John W. Minnick New Goshen. I nd Elmer Hitch Ferrell, Ills James swell Bloominsdale, I nd Jos. A. W right Cntlin, Ind Grant Stiles Robinson, Ills H. A. Pratt Waveland, Ind W Bucher ^Bosedale, End I. E. Sinks PerrysviUei Ind J.

Boyer -Vermillion, Ills Frank Bond- Oaktown, Ind Johnnie Delashmntt Shelburne, Ind T. Jones ....Pralrieton, Ind Wm. J. Duree........—..... Bridge tori, Ind Barry li. Pinkley Bowling Green, Ina Ernest Owen...... westfleli,Ilis l*nntluslshler.. Martinsville, Ills Wm Nlchele ..Dennison, Ills John A/Clark —Livingston, 111* J. S. Bryan Ceaterville. Ind. Harvey Stubbe ..Chrisman. Ills 8. •. Buchanan Juasop, Ind K. Mcllroy .......Mazville, lad H. O. IMokerson Beeleyville, Ind JoeT. MoOoshey ..Youngstown, In Henry Jackaon .......York, I US Owen Klssner Fairbanks, Ind E. Davis Coal Bluff, Ind

Jackman ....Darlington, Ind Mrs. Kate MoCllnteek Hunters, Ind CE Morrison Worthlngtou, Ind David Middlemus Clay City, Ind Palmer Howard _.„Paxton, Ina John A Ira Long Marts, Ind Fred Carpenter .Staunton, Ind

.Bellmore, Ind

Falls CI overland, Ind Harvey Adams Hutsonvllle, Ills Ottie Devers -.Newman, Ills John Strong Harmony, Ind

MJPORTAJiT TO

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condition, effecting its regnlardiMharga. Malovlo Ifyottareroflferlngfirom Ulalailaa malaria,haT*theohilU, are biliona, dyapoptio, or constipated, Kid-ney-Wort wlllrorelyrelierefcquiaklyoare.

In this »ea—n to oleaaae the System, vrny one should take a thorough «oa»e of K. (ti) •OLD BY DRUGGISTS. Prloe 91.

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NOON*,

250

NEWSBOYS

ELL IT IN THIS CITY,

GENTS SELL THE MAIL IN

IXTY SURROUNDING TOWNS. v.* r.EDITIONS EACH WEEK,

CHARGE ONLY FOR BOTH.

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THE HOUSEHOLD.

fJlWENTY THOUSAND READERS.

Taking Horace Greeley's estimate of the number of readers to a lanuly—on a average every issue of the 8ATURDAY EVENING MAIL is perused by over Twwty Thousand Pccpl*.

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