Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 May 1883 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, MAY 19, 1888

IN THE HARBOR. BY DAGOXMV

Go for a sail this roornln*?—Tb*s way yer honcr. please. Weather abuut? I

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blew* you, only a

pleasant breeze.

My boat tbHt there in tue harbour, and the mac board's my mate Jumplri.and I'll row you out, cir that'n ber, the Crazj Kate.

Queer name for a boat, yon fancy well, so it is, may be. But Cr»zy Kate aad her story's the talk o' the place, you see. And me and a panlner knows ber, knowed ail her life— We was botn on us triced totbe weddln' when she was made a wife.

Her as our boat earned at yer wai famotus lar and wide: For yearn in all winds and waters she bauDied the harbour Mde. With Iter great wi eyes a-siarln* and awrninln' cross the waves. Waitin' for what cau't happen till the dead come out o' their graves.

She was married to young Ned Garling, a big browu fisher lad One week a bride, and the next one asailoi's widow—and mad. They were murried one fea/ful winter, as widowed niHD' a wife. He'd atomic for all the ladles but she'd loved him ail her life.

A rollickm' gay young fellow, we thought her too good for him. He'd beeu a oil wild and careless—but, married ail taunt and trim. We thought as he'd mend his manners when be won the village prize, And carried lier off in triumph beloie many a rival's eyes.

But one week wed and they parted—he went with the flnhei '8 fleet— With men who must brave the tocupesc that the women and Ual: ns may at. It's a rough long life o* pat tui's i* the life of the asher folk. And there's never a winter passes but some good wife's heart is broue. We've a sayin' among us sea folk as few on us dies in bedWalk through our ilUle cliurchya.d and read the tale of our dead— Jt's mostly the bairns and tie women as is restin' under the turf. For hai the men sleep yonder under the rollin'surf.

The night Kate lost her husband was the night o' the feariul galeShe stoou on the shore tnat moi n'n' and had watched the tiny sail. As it faded awav in the distance—bound lor the coast of France, And the tierce wind bore it swiftly away from her anxlousglunce,

The boats that had sailod that mornln' with the tieet were half a score, And never a MJUI among 'em came back to the English shore. There was wrlngln' o' hands and moanln', and when they spoke o' the dead. Formally along day after the woman's eyes wore red.

Kate

hoard

It as soon as any—the fate of her

fisher lad—

But her eyes were wild and tearless slie went slow and surely limd. "Hd Isn't drowued/'she would murmur lio wi!l come again some day"— And her lips shaped the nelf-sauie story as the long years oept away.

Spring, and Summer, acd Autumn—in the fiercest winter gale, Would Crazy Kate stand watchln' for the uzy

flintthe

of a fur oO sail

by hour together and mui

hAVAr AlLAlA.

boat that never came. P,

She counted the yea'.s as notjiin'—the shock that hud sent her mad.* Had' left her love forever

handsome lad

Day was come.

brave, young,

She thought one day she should seehim Just us lie said good-bye. When lie leapt tu his boat and vanished, where Mio waters touched Uie sky.

She was but a lacs when it happened—the hist time I saw her there. The first faints rc.iks o' silver had come into her jet black air And then a miracle happened—her mad, weird wonts w.tne right, For the flshc-lad come ashore, sir, one wild and stormy night.

We were all of us watchln', wa'Ltn', for'at dusk we'd heard a :y, A far-olT cry, round the headland, and strained

every eye

Btrnlued (tn-ough he dcoicnn'darkness, and a ooant was ready to man When, all of a sudiieu, a woman down to tuu surf-lino nui.

Twos Craay Kate. In a moment, berore winu she meant known. The boat was out in the teiupcsj—and she wan It a one. She wasontoi sight In a second—bul overthe sea came a round. The voice of a woman cry in* that her lonj lost love was found.

A ral'ncl©, sir, for the woman came back ihroinhthe ra^n'sUnni, And there in the boat bestae ner was lyin' a lifelwsfoim. She leapt to the beach pod staggered, cryln\ "JS^wak to me. husband, Neil I" As the hKbt of cor iKied lante» ns Rarhcxl on the face o' thndead.

It was him a* had sailed away, sir—a miro ch\ Min it seonu'd. We eokeil at the lad and knowed him, and fancied worn st ha'd.e^mrd— It was twnty yer rs since we'd *een him— since Kate, poorsoul, went mad. Bnt there In the boat at even'n' lay the mme browu handsome lad.

Uently we took her •om him—tor she mo»ne1 that he was dead— We carrietl him :o a coaase and we laid h'm on a betl But Kate ~nme pnthln' he1- way through and

Mieclapeo the liietes& c!ay, And we hadn't the hofttt hurt her, so we cooldnt tear her away. The news of the miracle travelled, and folks came far and near, And the women talked of speci^es- it had

Blven '.hem f,uHe a skee.

And the pwwn he came who U»e doctor down to .hexta^e t(V «cKThey tlK»R«ht as ra sea folfancy Uad ay«i onr eyes a uk!t, But the pamHi who'd known KateN hnst*ind,ashad mpirhnrem 'n he ohu,fh When he serd tint dead hid^s be **wquite a midden l*trcb. And hL face white KS Unon—»or a moment it struck him dumb— I half expected he\l tell us as the Judgment

The Judgment Bay. when the ocean they sar'»»' 5tve on its What el* meant

UKMCdeaul.

uticliangwl feainrcs,

thocah •wen^r yeais lad sjed That night w.:th her arm* swod him, the poor mad woman died. And nere ir oar viiiaze cbareliyard w« batied able by «4dew Twas the Mock that kilted b«r—the shock o' »eelBjhm d«*d. TlwMatrptiaUwpapeti, and far and near it snread: And aome only liair belteved it—I know what joaM sav,sir, wait— Wait till «M heat the Qntsh o* the*oy o'

Cnqr Kate,

It was ail «xp ained one mornin* as clear as the light o* day. And whet we knowed we were happy to think as she bad pawned away, As she died with her armsaroand him, her lips on the tirwof the dead— BeUtvIn' the fare *he looked on was the face o' the man sheVl wed. Bat the man she'd wed was a villain, and

Ut I «t»e never knew—

Hahadnt been drowned is the teenpaft: be only of all the crew Was wwrf by a French sh*p eraMnc, aad carried ashore, and there Was nursed to life tnr a woman—a French

Ktri, ?xxuag and fair.

Ha fell In Jove with the woman—thisdaredevil hot rt leas Ned, And married ber, hlnkin' the other had given him ap for dead. He waif never the mau—and we'd said ao— for a loving lass like Kate Bathe mightn't ha' done what he did,sir, if he known of her cruel fate.

Twas his son by that foreign woman, bis image in build and fuce Whose logger the storm had driven to his fathtrS native placv— Twa» hisson who had come like a phantom ooi or the ioug a^o, On the spot whete Kate had suffered Qod^i hand ui uck Neo the blow.

We learnt it all from the parson when Ned came overt lie wave* In search o* the son he worshipped—and be found two fresh-made gruvea. Dang!—wiiHt was. :»at Hit tteudy I Bowed right into you, mate I forgot wuwe I w_ 3 for a moment—I was tellln' the gent about Kate. *"'i

SELECTED VERSES.

WHICH YOUNG MEN CAN WRITE IN

THE ALBUM* OF THEiil LADY Fit ENDS.

Tbe custom of keeping albums is now ao prevalent witbtbefairNex tbat young gentlemen are often driven to (heir wits ends for suiiableseDtiineuts. Here are a few. Be good, sweet maid, and let who wi.l be c.ever,

Do noble thlnss, not dieam »J' day long Anu so tuuku iin-, deutii a«id tiat vast forever Oue grand, sweet «oug. *.

tlruall soryiee^Wfrtxe set vlce while it last? Oi £iieiiti*,»*e^^.huii)b.e, sco. not one.

May thou with ail tiiat heaven causcdd-nsV Jxng hcvuin, long life, long pleasure and a liieud.

May heaven it? cholccst ble^^'ag^ eend To oliet-v thy dnys, my de.i r^t fuend, May tiappiue^M he Iiituen bounieoussioie, With htfuitli foiever at our door. May you be blest with iulud i^erene, So see wnat is aud what lui'* beeu Nothing be wanlluj the goou may want All this, and mot e. m.\y heaven send.

Can I not have in all this space One inle spot on wh:cti to trace A louderuioughl lortaee? A spot on which no uaiue a. vicars, But w.jlch within tlie coiui.ig years

You may be pjeascd io see.

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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old iae i*6ii( a flying, And tuebwe «. fluwi:nhai' blooms to-day,

To-monow iiiay bedyiug.

Let all thy conve.se Ije sincere, 'J'iiy conscience tike the noonday clear, For God'saii-beeins eyehurveyt. i'by evtry act, t'jy lookb anu ways.

Of all the gifts tbat God may to rs send, Meiliinks uieeweetejt is a Jiving frit nd.

The r.iemoiy of good actions Is the btaili^hi ox tiiesoul

Whenever In after years Tnia pugesb^li meei mine eye, Let memory, Mulling tlirnugu her tears,

Kevtew uie duyo g^ne by. Let us noi waste our spring of youth l:i laic daliance but nrplant ttcli seeds To biotibOiJi in ouv muu'ioou, anu bear fruit W iieu wo are old.

Fi lendshio above all t'esdoth bind the heart, Aud fit/Ui in '.U aiislitp is ue noble it pur

In toee have intellect and nee combined io' tii the lia .-niou of son I uiiU face, Wi-'tire beauty »ii nes tiie uii .orof the mind

One by one the sandsare flov.lng, One oy ouc lie luoMen iali Some are coining, *ome aiegoing,

Do not strive to giusp Hiem all.

Yea, this is ife Make thisfoienoonsublime, This af lei noun a pnaiiut tills ntgnt a prayer, And time i»bouquetett.uiiu tliv ciown is won

Beware of desperate steps the darkest day Live lilt to-moilow wilt have passed away.

To thi ne own sei* bet rue. And It must follow, as I he ni-ht the day Tnou caust not thou be f»iie io any man.

Remember him thou leav'si behind, Wnose nem Is Wium/y boi'uit to thee, Close as ,io tend'rest links cau bind,

A heart its wu in as heal ca be.

We weave with colors all our own. Anu in Lhe field ut destiny We l-eap as we have suwu.

May all thy days be days of bliss, And granted bo tby every w'sh, Aud wneii many yeius nave passedaway, li t'lose in dlbUtnt lands snail ue,

ULJiil

fclMiiifaTif illM Tun

Nameless, 'tis true, a»id yet, uear Trlesxl This heail within beats war a r^any, And holds thi» wish foryOvThat In tue unknown coui'iiv years They have for ttiee both unities aud tears

You'h tiud a iiea. that's i.ue.

OLD GRIMES IS DEAD.

Here is one of i'ie old-i oie ballads wliich W83 exceedingly popula- before moa» of us were but a, bul is well feme tube red by ociogena: ians. It well once in awhile to 'epubtisbed these old poems aod contrast ibem with lhe pioductious of mo'.'e mode poeis. This famo.us bal'ad was wtitlen by A. (ircen, bo at Provlden. e, R. I., 1802 died 1868:

Old Ui et Isd^ar, fJiat '/kxTolu man, Wo ne'e MiaM see 'itai do He **1 lo wwr along bl:ck coat,

A1' bui oneu down before

His heart w&< open as the day, His feeMogs a!' wcretrno His hair it was .ncilned togray,

He wore it iu a queoo.

Whene'er he heard the vo'ce of pain Hl» breast with pltv burnrd, The lar«e tound head upon als cane

From ivory was turned.

Kind words he ever had for all, He knew no liase dc^sijn, HI* eyes were dark and tather small,

His nose wasaqueiine.

He lived Rt peace with all mankind, In friendship he was true Hiscoat had pocket boles behind,

His pantaloons were b, ue. Unharm'd the skin which earth pollutes He paswd

Securely o'er.

And never wore a pair of boots For thirty years or more.

But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune* frown. He wore a doob breasted vest.

The stripes ran up and down,

He modest merit aoos&t to find, And pay it its dearrt. He had no malice in his mind.

No raffles on hts shirt

Hts neighbor* be did noi abosa, Was wxiai and gay. He WOTP larfe bockles on his shoea,

And changed them every day.

His knowtedce hid from public gase He did n4 Mine to view. Nor make a noise town meeting days.

As many peop do.

His wortdly good* be never threw In trust to fortune's chances. He lived (as all bis brother* }gg

In MIT tftlCQOMtlMfti

Thn* tindMnrbed by anxtow cares Hts pmcefol moments ran, And pwrrbody «aid he was it*

A flaeoM gentleman.

(NT'Ftat, brilliant and faabionable are the Diamond Dye color*. One package color* 1 to 4 lbs. of goods, 10 cent* tor any ootor.

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT.

The tree through all it's fibres Willi livi.ig motion «U rtd, And in a dirge-like murmur,

THE 8A WMJLL. TWO WAYS,

In vonder a.1111 rested. And NMt me down to look Upon the wheel quick glimmer,

And the flowing brook.

As in a dream belore me, 1- -, They saw, with restles play, Was Cieavinj through a fit tree, "It's ong aud steady nay.

These solemn wo si heard Oh, ill- who wandeivsi hither, A tim»ly gu«-t tliou art! For thee, bis cruel englue

Is parsing through my heart.

When soon, in ear:h*s still botom," The hours of lest begin, This wood sha 1 form iiie chamber

Whose walls shall one the*, iu.

F««or planks—I saw and shuddered— Diuppen in tnat buby mill Then, as 1 tried to answer,

At once tue whee was still.

Coti VERSE'S LAST HAND.

GAME OF POKEK WITH DISHONOR AS THE STAKE AND DEATH ASr\l~ THEHESULT.

Chicago Herald.

By all odds tbe most interesting game I ever saw was payed on the .Belle Lauiar, in 1858. There waj circumstances connected with it which made it au ail-absorbing event to tbe few people who understood what it really meant The players were two only. They are both dead, aud probably nil their descendants have follow them to tbe grave, so 1 may uieution their names aud tell you atHiut tbe train of events which lead to that game audits attendant tragedy. In 1836 there lived in a small town in Kentucky a beautiful girl named Alice Cray ton. She had a uuuiber of suitors, but oi all of them two ouly seemed to meet with passing favor in her eyes. One was a rich youug planter named Horace Ellison, aud the other a young lawyer, receutly from the North, uamwi Converse. Ellison had tne advantage of his rival iu looks and accomplishments. He bad traveled extensively, was well read, polished, and bore the reputation of being a dare-devil in affairs of gallantry, ana was said to be not over upright and honorable iu bis affairs with woman. He was the sort of a man to attract most girls. But Miss Craytou preferred Converse, a plain youug fellow, aud finally married bun. Ellison, alter swearing to be revenged, went abroad. In tbe course of a year Converse and bis wife went to New Orleafis to live. Two years after their marriage Converse, returning home ou tbe Belle Lauiar, after a bus iuess trip north, discovered bis old rival, Ellison, among the passaugers. All leelingi of resentment bad died out iu his heart, and be greeted Ellison, heartily, tbe latter returning his handshake with wellsimulated warmth. For a day the two men ccatlereu together agreeably, to all appearance good fiiends. The next evening Ellison proposed a little draw to while away tbe mouotony of tbe voyage. Converse readily assented, and they started tbe gauie"in a large stil&room. Four or live others Rifling Aa.Ttobvenf steadily lost fF witb each

insisted ou raising fC witb each dSal, aud began drinking, a rare thing for bim to do. His ill-fortune continued, and after a Beance of two hours be began lo borrow money from his friends in be room, having lost all of bis own on Ellison. The latter was cool and firm as a rock. He seldom spoke, and ben in cutting accents, which added to the fast-growing enmity his opponent felt toward him. "Perbapsif Mi. Converse would finder his glafs less and his cards more, nis

fame

would not be so easy to b^at," Ulison remarked. "Mr. Converse can take care of

IIMU-

self under all circumstances," Convene retorted. "Yes, be demonstrated bis facility for looking after his own interest two years ago, when he won a great stake, but not by fair play." 1 saw Converse's face flush. He understood the allusion to tbe old rivalry between him and Ellison, and its covert insinuation. He started, as though lo say something, but stopped. Tbe game went on, and soon after Converse had lost every penny, and his watch anddia-moud-pin.

Ellison laughed sneeringly. "Mr. Converse should apply his methods iu love-making to card-playing," he said. "What do you mean, sir?" "What you please. Shall we continue tbe gamer"

Converse was white with fury. Tbe gambling spit it, mingled witb bate and rage, was on him. As if in answer to his unspoken thoughts, Ellison said in his co.'d, exasperating tones: "You lack a stake. 1 will hazard all my winnings against (he night-key of your bouse, we will play three hands in five for it

This monstrous proposition struck us all dumb Converse bounued from his chair and gasped. Be was speechless: Iu faci, the emotions of this gteat experience bad deprived bim of the power of words. Ellison alone was unmoved He sat quietly tossing I be pMe of gold before bftn with bis white fingers. "Do you consent he asked.

The Ion* Convene bad sustained be could not replace. Eu'n was before bim. Oi tbe other hand, tbe privilege be was invited to ba.avd mean, if he losi it, a dishonor worse than death. What though la passed through that man's niind in a few seconds will never be known. He fraaped the b?ck of h's cbair, stared w.Idly around and boa'sely mattered: "Yes."

Yon may imagine bow breathlessly we bent over tbe players now. Tue/ shuffled tbe cards in silence. Ellison won tbe first two deals. Tbe next Converse won. Tbe fourth time, amid a alien'3 in tbe room deep an tbe tomb, Ellison dealt and gave Converse two queens, a jack and two nine-spota. Tbe lauer drew one card and announced himself ready. Ellison glanced quickly at bim and laid down four aces. I always thought be bad slocked hts band. "You have won tbe key,"said Con-

He drew It off tbe riug.aod I ben lightning, crowded it into tbe

quick

barrel of nis revolver, Take it," and

palled tbe trigger. Then be turned tbe weapon upon himself, ud Ml dead upon tbe corpse of bis antagonist, wbose brains bespattered tbe cards which bad destroyed tbeir fortunes and honor aad lives.

insurance agent named Pyle, In running fell over tbe stile, St. Jacobs Oil gave relief And tbe pain was so brief, He got op snd aaid: "I should smile.** A lame 4d lady at Keyaer, Had no one to ad viae bar.

Till Doctor John Boyle, Tried St Jacobs OU, Its action did simply surprise ber.

In Farke Uoodwinli Life of fbyaht, Jbst "Tb^re are your month's wages," Issued, are many poems never before pub- said Airs. Steele, tossing some bills into llsbed.and others not included in auy edition the lap of a young girl whom she emof the poet's works. The following lines, pl«»yed in her kitcheu, "and if 1 were to thinks of calling ber that. Notoneof a written ib 1850, will be new to most readers. JV*1,1"3 self 1 shou Id keep back dozen cati tell whether ber eyes are black full balf of it. 1 hope next mouth you or blue. If you should asa them to dewill try to be a little more help to uie— scribe her, they would only say:

•j

fresb calic

Then 1

not move about quite as slowly as you just right," aud there it would end are acbustomed to, aud lake a little utore paii sin handling dishes. Many housekeepers would have taken tbe price of

... price

tbat pitcher you cracked out of your wages, and 1 am not sure but.

shall ac

cept some such plan in ature." The young girl took the money with a moody look, and went about her task witb a heavy, resentful spirit. These bard words she felt were uudeserved, as she tried to please by doing her work faithfully. Hut all through tbe house the same system reigned. It was one nohtiiiual scene of fault finding, fn»m morning till nigbt. No wouder tbat the angels of peace and happiness spread their white wiugs and tied away.

Iu a rose-wreathed cottage, "just over the way, it was also Bridget's pay-da "Heie are your seven dollars, Bri et. and mav tbey do you a great deal of good. You are getting on nicely now, and learning very fast to do work in my way. Mr. Howard thought you baci quite exceeded yourself in yesterday's bread and pies."

Bridget's face was all aglow with pleasure as she opened her hand to receive tbe money. "Indeed, ma am, it's all from the pa tient taching I've bad. My last mistress called me a aolt and a blockhead, and I didn't care much to please her. But if you please ma'am, I would lieyour ad vice on a little mater. Would you wait till I get money enough for a shany silk dress, or would you just spend your money now for what you needs "By all means get yourself a comfortable pur of shoes, Bridget and I would advise a neat delaine dress also. A cheap, poor siik is not nearly as sice as pretty

to the young girl, which was listened to with tbe deepest respect, and which gave her some new and valuable ideas on the subject of what was tasteful and becoming in dress. Little by littleshe mouldel and wrought over the plastic mind into something far better than the early promise gave her reason to hope for. For five years the young woman labored laithfully in the service of her employer, and left ber only to enter a home of her own. How much better was she fitted for that position by tbe kind and judicious training of those five yeats How much better, too. was Mrs. Mason served than her neighbor Mrs. Steele, who looked upon her help only as machines, out of which to get tbe greatest possible amount of labor.

It takes time and long patience to do this, but it is part of tbe work, desponding house-ucother, tbat God has giVen you to do "Do It so bravely, so kindly, so well,"

Angels shall hasten the stoiy to te.l."

CLOSETS IN THE HO USE. American Agriculturalist. Having suffered some for closet room at one time aud another, or for places to stow away things, I have had considerable symparl lor tbat man who said tbat when lie built a house he should begin with a big closet and make addi tions to that. When 1 speak of closets, ray nusband understands me, but immediately begins to talk about modes of

gradually grown to understand strong sense of tbe necessity for closet ventilation. Having for several years hung tbe clothing of the family in rooms where there was a free circulation of air, I am surprised when I go into the well finished clothes-rooms (let uaiali tbem close rooms) in some line houses to fiud bow dead and unwholesome—not to say foul—the air is. Tbe soiled garments, hung in a tight and dark room, contaminate tbe whole apartment, and such contamination is very perceptible to a well ttained nose or to olfaciories accustomed otbe refinement of habitual pure air. Old boofa and shoes cause a oad smell in a close room.

To pursue au unpleasant subject a little farther—why will people keep tbe dirtv clothes designated for tbe weekly wash in a close closet? Tbat which has come from tbe skins of unclean or unhealthy persons (the latter adjective desciibesniue tenths of tbe human family) grows constantly more impure shut away from light aud air, and everything kepi in the same room is contaminated bv the effluvia. Can not soiled garments be kept, while wailing for tbe wash, in some bag or covered basket in tbe wood shed or some such place? There are baskets on purpose for soiled clothing, open enough for ventilation but too fine to admit mice.

Unless a closet is ventilated so that there is some circulation of air through it, it is no place to hang away nightgowns, unless tbey have previously been aired, so that tbe perspira'ion accumulated in the previous night—only insensible perspiration, perhaps—has been dried and sunned away. 1 have no means of ascertaining this morning how far science has attended to this subject of closet ventilation, but I am very aure that it is an important matter, and should be well looked into, Of course there can be closets witb windows in tbem, and this should generally be the case. Tbey can be kept dark, as a general rule, if desired, but it ought to be possible to admit a flood of light,

Closets built under stairway might be ventilated by a grate closed by a sliding shutter under one of tbestairs. It woold be well to have the grate capable of be ing shut to keep out tbe dust when tbe stairs ae being swept. I do not know whether this has been tried, but Vbe idea baa occurred to me as practicable. A sliding window in tbe closet door is also possible. The small sliding window in the door and tbe grate in tbe elevation of one of tbe stairs ongbt to givea *afflcient circulation of air to a small stair way cloaet.

It is idle

It is idle to suppose tbat a closet (or any other room) is provided witb ventilation because it is built large and bigb. There moat be some circulation of air or tbe atmosphere becomes dead.

any other room) is provided witb venti-

LADT BBAUTIFIBBS—Ladies, you cannot make fair akio, rosy cbeeks, and sparkling eyes witb all tbe cosmetics of France or beaatifiera of tbe world, wbilein poor bealtb and nothing will give yon such rich blood, good bealtb. strength and beauty as Hop Bittern, A trial certain proof. Lz

Da.

BUOOK'S

Skin Care consists of

internal and external treatment st same time snd it makes tbe akin white, soft snd smooth. It contains no poisonous drags, fl. st druggist*.

EVBBT one afflicted with Catarrh, eokl io tbe bead, Hay Fever. Ac., should resort to Ely a Cream Balm. Many cares have beep made among my ru»toawta. No otter atarrh remedy has ever equalled Cream Balm in grod result*. O. Seaman it Co., Drnggista. Marshall, Micb. It is not a liquid or a snuff, and is easily applied.

NOT BEAUTIFUL. jjf-

BUT THE GIRL EVERYBODY LIKES.

She is not beautiful—oh, nol nobody thinks of callimt her that. Notoneof a ye ***v' j«u ruuuiu asK tt scribe her, they would only say: "She is -•1st right," and there it would end. 8he Is a merry-hearted, fun-loving, bewitching iiaiden, without a spark of envy or malice in her whole composition. She enjoys herself and wants everybody else to do the same. She has always a kind word and a pleasant smile for the oldest man or woman in facts, I can think of notbingshe resembles more than a sun beam, which brightens everything it conies in contact witb.

All pay her marked attention. All look alter her with an admiriugeye, and say to themselves, "She is just the right sort of a girl."

The young men of the town vie with one another as to who shall show her the most attention, butshe never encourages tbem beyond being simply kind and jolly so no one can call her a flirt no, indeed, the young men would deny such an assertion as quickly as she.

Oirls—wonderful tu relate—like her, too, for she never delights in hurting their feelings or saying spiteful things behind their backs. She is always willing to join in their little plana and assist them in any way. They go to her with their love affairs, and she manages adroitly to see Willie or Peter and drop a good word for Ida or Jennie, until their little difficulties are all patched up, and everything goes on smoothly again— thanks to her.

Old ladies say she is "delightful." The sly witch—she knows how to manage tbem. She listens patiently to coinplaiutsof the rheumatism or neuralgia, and then sympathises so heartily that they are half cu-ed.

But she cannot be always with us. A young man comes from a neighboring town by-and-by and marries her. Tbe villagers crowd around to tell bim what a prize he has won, but he seems to know it pretty well without any telling, to judge from bis face. So she leaves us, and it is not long before we hear from tbat place. She is there tbe woman everybody likes.

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT? "Young man! How would you like it if you bad to stay in lhe house nine days in tile week and hear nothing but d'ssertations of shirt buttons ana historical reminiscences about busied suspender buttons?

How would you like it if every lime your wife saved a few dollars, sbe would come home at 19 o'clock in the morning witb back teeth afloat, and pull every door bell in the neighborhood out by the rooLs?

How would you like it if you met her on the street with her hat cocked on the back of ber head, while

How would you like it if you bad to live all your life with such an amalgamated'brute as yourself?

Young man, do you ever stop and think that your wife has a tender, loving heart right under her left wing of ber corset tbat must have been terribly tender and loving and brave to have said "Yes" when the minister ask tbe fatal conundrum?

Drop it, youna man, or one of these days that tender, loving, brave heart will break, and then you'll have to take tbe children and go 1'ive with your mother-in-law "m,-

An Ohio farmer went bustling into Window Jenkin's house tbe other day, and without even saying good morning, blurred out: "I am a man of business. I am worth 110,000, and want you for a wife. I will give you three minutes in which to answer." "I don't want ten seconds, old maal" she repl.ed as she shook out the dish cloth. I am a woman of business, worth $46,000, and I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on eat till I'll give you a minute and a ba'f to go."

THE other day a bright little girl was listening to her mother, who was reading stones to her. in one of which the name of his Satanic highness was given. "Mamma she exclaimed, "who is he devil? "Why, my child," the mother answered hesitatingly, "I can't tell you exactly." "Ob, well, never mind," was tbe interrupt!ve exclamation of tbe little one. "I'll ask grandpa. I've heard bim mention him."

E O S A N

During several years past, Mr W. E. Clark of Providence, R. I., has sold thousands of bottles of bia great kidney and liver medicine, Hunt's Remedy. He recommends it to ctite the most stubborn or all kidneys, bladder, liver, and urinary complainta—even Blight's Disease afid throughout it* career, be has kept the motto, "Never known to fail," flying, without once having bad occasion to tear it down. Hunt's Remedy is, without question, tbe best kidney medicine.

MR. F. R. BAXBVMX., Logansport, writes: "Brown's Iron Bitters is a serviceable remedy, and does away witb Indigestion."

Well** C•run** ASk for Well*' "Rough on Coma." 15c. Quick, complete, permanent cure. Corns, warta, bunion*.

A to all Mankind. In tbem times wbeu our Newspaper* are flooded with patent medieineadvertiaeinentfi, it tfl gratifying to know what to procure tbat will certainly cure you. If you are Btntoos, blood out of order, liver inactive, or generally debilitated, there is nothing in the world tbat will core you so quickly aa Electric Bitters. They area blessing to all mankind, and can be bad for only fifty cent* a bottle of Cook 4c Bell and Qullck A Co. (Z)

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Nervous WeakneM, Dyspepsia, Impotence, Sexual Debility cored by "Wells' Heath Renewer."

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To all wbo are suffering from tbe errors and tsdiaeretJons of youth, nervom weakness early decay, loss of manheod, I will send a recipe that wil can yon FREE OF CHARGE. Thi» great remedy was discovered by a mMoatrr io Sooth America. Bend a self addressed envelope to the Rev. Joaeph T. Inman, Station New York City.

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ber utmost to make sausage meat ol every ash-barrel on tbe Bidewalk? How would you like it it sle stood on the street corners, or in front of theaters on matinee day and wiuked at all tbe fellows as they came out?

How would you like it if she chucked the handsome waiters under the chin and called tbem "dear."

How would you like it if sue went out to the club every nigbt and came home with her breath smelling like a decayed skunk?

How would you like it if you had to attend to all their wants, and then receive only looks blacker than a ton of coal for your pains?

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Dr. Marchiai'8 Catholicon, a FemaU Remedy—guaranteed to give satisfaction or money refuuded. Will cure Female! Diseases. All ovarian troubles, flrmmation and ulceration, falling aud displacement** or bearing down feeling, trregularites, barrenuess, change of life, leucorrhcea besides many weaknesses springing from theabove, ike headache bloating, spinal weakness, sleeplessness— nervous debility, palpitation of the heart Ac. Fer sale by Druggists. Prices $1.0(H and $1.50 per Bottle. Send to Dr. J. Marchisi, Utica, N. Y., for Pamphlet, free. For sale by Uulick & Co.

Flirt Hud Hugs,

Flies, roadies, ants, bed-bugs^ rats, mlcel gophers, chipmunks, cleaned out by "Rough on Rats." 15c

MRS. JOSEPH RAMLER, Richmond, Wayne Co., was cu'.eU of Nervoua Prostration and General Debility bi Brown's Iron Bitters.

Criggs' ui)orriue Naive. Tbe best on earth can truly be said of Griggs' Glycerine Salve, which is a surej cure for cuts, bruises, scalds, bums, wounds, and all other sores. Will posit tively cure piles, tetter and all skinl eruptions. Satisfaction guaranteed oi money refunded. Only 25 cents. Fori sale by Gulick A Co. (tf.)

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Nalure has made her laws with ua which we must obey or suffer tbe penaltry. This penaltry is often lungj or throat trouble, which leads on tri consumption. Every man believes conr sumption incurable People have been educated to this belief which is proven I incorrect by Dr. Biglow's Positive Cure, which is nature's great helpmate, andj it cures consumption and all throat and] lnng diseases speedily and peimanentl Trial bottle free, of Gulick A Co. Dru gisli. (3)

Mork Onndj tough Cure. Warranted to Cure or money refunded' Coughs, Colds, lloaiseness, Throat an Lung troubles, (also good for cliildrvn. Rock Candy Cough Cure contains i'tij healing properties of pure white Ro Candy with Extracts of Roots an Herbs. Only 26c. Large bottles $IJ cheapest to by. For sale by Gulick

Co'

Ruekleu's Arnica Kalve. The greatest medicine wonder of thd world. Warranted to Rpeetllly cure Burn! Brufses, Cuts, Ulcers, 8Alt Rheum, Feveij Mores, Cancers, Piles, Chilblains. Corns, Tot 1(1 Chapped Hands, snd all skin eruptions guarantees to cure in every instance, ii money refunded. '25 cents per box. Fci sale by Cook & Hell.and Gulick Co. (tij.)

Pofclitvo 'iir* (or rlWs.

To the people of this Country would say wo have been given tb^ Agency of Dr. Marchisi's Italian Pi] Ointment—warranted to Cure or liioiv refunded—Internal, External, Blit^ Bleeding or Itchini Piles. Price 60c. Box. For sale by Gulick A Co.

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If a man is hungry within an hou] more or less after a meal be is a dyspei tic, it shows bis stomach is not able1 dispose of what be has eaten, but toed agaiu, and thus impose more work, absurdity. Take Dr. Johns' Red Cltfl Tonic which cures dyspepsia, and stomach, liver, kidney and bladdj

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parreoL ionic, appeilzofl

blood purifier, a sure cure for ague ail malaria diseases. Price 60 cents Gulick A Co. Druggists. (3)^

Excited Thou nan ds.

All over the land are going Into eest over Dr. King's New DlscoveBy for ConsumJ tlon. Their unlooked for recovery by tl| timely used of tills great life Bavlng remc causes Kicm to go nearly wild In Its pral^ It Is guaranteed to positive cure Hev Couths, Colds, Asthma, Ilay Iever, Drone lis, iloaiKSticHs, Loss of Voice, or any HI to

of the Throat and Lungs. Trial Bo 10 cent*) at Cook & Dell and Uulick A Drug Htorc. Large sl/.e 91.00.

FOR t^ATTV. E S Rheumatism, Neuralgia, Sciatic!

Lumbago, Backache, Headache, Toothache, K«r« Tbrmit, Sprain*, Brill#ed Burn*. SeaMa, rroat Hltca, iXD ALL

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PRANK PRATT, Ina|M»rt«r aad Dealer la ITALIAN MARBLE AND ORAVj

MONUMENTS,

Statuary, Yasea, &<%. It* COR. FIFTH AND WALNUT TEREK HAUTE, IND.

a week in your own town. Terms —18 outfit free. Address H. Hallett A Portland. Maine.

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MONEY.

Tbe undersighed baa opened a Recelvli Room, No. 18 sooth Becond street, where I Is prepared to receive Rough Tal'ow an«, Oreiueof any kind, Pork and Beef

Dry and Green Bones, for which pay tbe Highest Cash Prt atooboy Dead

lees. Ho will]

Jogs by single or car lc—,

Hoes received at the Factory, Houthwestoi Uie City on the Island. Office No. 13 soutr HaeoDd street, Terre Haute, Ind.

HARRISON SMITH, Terre Haute, Ind.