Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 48, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 26 May 1883 — Page 2

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TKKHE HAUTE, MAY 28, 1888

SOONER OB LATER.

BV HAKKIKT J'KEBCOTT 8POKFOKD.

Sooner or later the storms shall beat Over my slumbers from head to feet Sooner or later the winds will rave In tne long gram above my grave.

1 shall not heed thern where I He* Nothing their sound Rh«ll signify Nothing the headstone's fret of rnin Nothing to me the dark day's palu.

Sooner or later, in summer air. Clover and violet blossom there.

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I shall not fee!, In that deep-laid rest, The Planting light fail over my breast, Nor eve a note in these hidden hoars The wind-blown breath of the towing flowers

Sooner or later the stainless mows Shall add their hash to ray mute repose Sooner or Inter shall slant and shift, And heap my b«d with the dazzling drift.

Chili though that frozen pa!: shall seem. Its touch no colder cna rauke the drwim That reck not tne sweet and •-acred dre-td Shrouding the city of the dead.

Sooner or later the bee shall come And fill noon with 1U golden hunt Sooner or late, on half-poised wing, The bluebird'* wliiste about me ring—

Ring and chirrup and whistle with glee, Nothing his music means tome: None of these beautiful things shall know How soundly their love sleeps below.

Sooner or later, far out in the night, The stars shall over me wing their fllglis Sooner or later the darkling dews Cuteh their white sparks in their silent noose

Never a ray shall part the.gloom That wrap* me round in the kindly tomb Peace shall he perfect from lip to brow, 8ooner or later—Oh, why not now?

A Mistaken Charity.

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Mary E. Wilklu* in Harpe's Bazar. There were In a green field a little, low, weather-stained cottage, with a foot-path leading to it from the highway several rods distant, and two old women—one with a tin pan and old knife searching for dandelion greens amongst the short young grass, and the other sitting on the "door-step watching her, or rather, having the appcaraucoof watchiug her. "Air there enough for a mess, Harriet?" asked the old woman on the doorstep. She accented oddly the last syllable of the Harriet, and there was a curious quality in her feeble, cracked old voice. Besides the question denoted by the arrangement of her words and the rising inflection, there was another, broader and subtler, the very essence of all questioning, tn the tone of her voice itself the cracked, quavering notes that she used reached out of themselves, and asked, and groped like fingers in the dark. One would have known the voice that the old woman was blind

Tho old woman on her kness in the grass searching for dandelions did not reply she evidently had uot heard the question. So the old woman on the doorstep, after waiting a few minutes with her head turned expectantly, asked again, varying her question slightly, and speak ing louder: •'Air there enough for a mess, do ye s'pose, Harriet?"

The old woman in tho grass heard this time. She rose slowly and laboriously tho effort of straightening out the rheumatic old muscles was evidently a painful one then she eyed the greens heaped up in the tin pan, and pressed tbem down with her hands. "VVa'U, I don't know, Charlotte," she repllod, hoarsely. "There's plenty on 'em hero, but I. 'ain't got near enough for a mess they do bile down so when you

et 'em in tue pot an' it's all 1 can do to my j'lnts enough to dig 'em." "I'd give considerable to help ye, Harriet, said the old woman on the door-step.

Hut the other did not hear her she was down on her knees in the grass again, anxiously spying out the dandelions.

So the old woman on tho door-step crossed her litt'e shrivelled bands over herealico knees, and sat quite still, with the soft spring wind blowing over ner.

The old wooden door-step was sun low down amongst tho grasses, and the whole house to which it belonged had an air of settling down and mouldering into the grass as into its own grave.

When Harriot Shattuck grew deaf and rheumatic, and had to give up her work as tailoress, and Charlotte Shattuck lost her eyesight, and was unable to do any more sowing for hor livelihood, it was a small and tritling charity for the rich tuan who held a mortgage on the little house iu which they bad been born and lived all their lives to give them the use of it, rent and interest free. He might as well have taken credit to himself for not charging a squirrel for his tenement in some old decaying tree iu his wood si.

So ancient was the little habitation, so wavering and mouldering, the hands that had fashioned it ha«F lain still so long In their graves, that it aim «t seemed to have fallen below Its distinctive rank as a house. Rain and snow had filtered through its roof, mosses had grown "ver it, worms had eaten it, and birds built their nests under its eaves nature bad almost completely overrun and obliterated the work of man, and taken her own to herself again, till the house seemed a» much a natural ruin a* an old tree stump.

The Shattuck* had always been poor people and common people no especial grace and refinement or fine ambition had ever characterised any of them thev had always been poor and coarse anil common." The fatner and bis father before him had simply lived in the poor little house,grubbed for their living, and then unquffistlonlnglydied. the mother had been of no rarer stamp, and the two daughter* were taut In the same mould.

After their parents' death Harriet and Charlotte baa lived along in the old place from youth to old age, with the one hops of ability to keep a roof over their heads, eoveriug on their backs, and victuals iu their mouths—an atl-saffi dent onet with them.

Neither of them had ever had a lover they had always seemed to repel rather than attract the opposite sex. It was not merely because they were poor, ordinary, and fcly there were plenty of men in the ice who would have matched them well in that respect the fhult lay deeper-in their character*. Harriet, er In her girlhood, had a blunt, defiant manner that almost amounted to wi'Umww, and waa well calculated to a! timid sdorenr, and and Charlotte had always had the reputation of not being any too »lrong in her mind.

Harriet bat! gone about frojn house to bouae doing tatW-work after the primltire country fashion, and Charlotte had done plain Mewing and mending f«r the neigh turn. They had beva, in the main, except when by »ome temporary anxletya&otttiueirwork or the pay men

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thereof, happy and contented, with that doorway to scrape heiMandelions. negative kind of happiness and content- "Did you git a good men, Harriet? merit which come* not from

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After Charlotte's eyes failed her, and Harriet had the rheumatic fever,and the little board of earnings went to the doctors, times were harder with them, though still it could not be said they actually suffered.

When they could not pay the interest on the morgage they were allowed to keep the place interest free there was as much fitness in a mortgage on the little house, anyway, as there would have been

Hoomr or later theson shall nlilne With tender warmth on that mound of mine on a rotten old apple-tree aud the peo-

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good friendly folks, helped them out with their liviug. One would donate a barrel of apples from bis abundant harvest to the jpoor old women, one a barrel of potatoes, another a load of wood for the winter fuel,and many a farmer's wire bad bustled upthe narrow foot-path with a pound of butter, or a dozen fresh eg-.9, or a nice bit of pork. Besides all this, there was a tiny garden patch behind the bouse, with'a utragling row of currant bushes in it, and one of gooseberries, where Harriet contried every year to raise a few pumpkins, which were the pride of her life. On the right of the garden were two old apple-trees,a Biildwiu and a Porter, both yet in a tolerably good fruit-bearing state.

The delight which the two poor old souls took In their own pumpkins, their apples and currants, was indescribable. It was not merely that they contributed largely toward their living they were their own, their private share of the great wealth of nature, the little taste set apart for them alone out of her bounty,and worth more to them on that account, though they were not conscious of it, than all the richer fruits which they received from their neighbors' gardens.

This morning the two apple-trees were brave with flowers, the currant bushes looked alive, and the pumpkin seeds werein the ground. Harriet cast complacent glances in their direction from time to time, as she painfully dug hjr dandelion greens. She was a short, stoutly built old woman, with a large face coarsely wrinkled, with a suspicion of a stubble of beard on the square chin.

When her tin pan was tilled to her satisfaction with the sprawling, spidery greens, and she was hobbling stimy toward her sister on thedoor-step.she saw another woman standing before her with a baskot iu her band. "Good-morning, Harriet," shosaid in a loud, strident voice, as sire drew near. "I've been fryiug some doughnuts, and I brought you over some warm." "I've been tellin' her it was real good in her," piped Charlotte from the doorstep, with an anxious turn of her sightless face toward the sound of her sister's footsteps.

Harriet said nothing but a hoarse "Oood-uiornin,' Mis' Simonds." Then she took the basket in her hand, lifted the towel off the top, selected a doughnut, and deliberately tated it. "Tough," said she. "I s'posed so. If there is anything I 'spise on this airth it's a tough doughnut." "Ob, Harriet!" said Charlotte, with a frightened look. "They air tough,'' said Harriet, with hfoarse defiance, "and if there is anything I 'spise on this airth it's a tough doughnut."

The woman whose benevolence and cookery were being thus ungratefully received only laughed. She was quite flovhy, and had a round,rosy,determined face "Well, Harriet," said she, "I am sorry tbey are tough, but perhaps you had better take them out on a plate, and give me my basket. You may be able to eat two or three of them if they are tough." "They air tough—tumble tough," said Harriet/ stubbornly but she took the basket into the house and emptied it of its contents nevertheless. "I suppose your roof leaked as bad as ever in that heavy rain day before yesterday said the visitox to Harriet, with an inquiring squint •ward ths mossy shingles, as she was about to leave with her empty basket. "It was turrlble," replied Harriet, with crusty acquiescence—"turrible. Wehad to set pales an'pans every where's an' move the bed out." "Mr. Opton ought to fix it." "There ain't any fix to it the old ruff ain't fit to nail new shingles on to the hammeriu' would bring the whole thing down on our heads," said Harriet, ly"Well, I don't know as it can be fixed, it's so old. I suppose the wind comes in bad around the windows and doors too "It'slike livln' with a piece of paper, or mebbe a sieve, 'twixt you an' the wind an' the rain," quoth Harriet, with a jerk of her head. "You ought to have a more comfortable home in your old age," said the viator, thoughtfully.

Oh, it's well enough," cried Harriet, in quick alarm, and with a complete change of tone: the woman's remark had brought an old dread over her. "The old house Ml last as long as Charlotte an' me do. The rain ain't so bad, nuther is the wind there's room enough for us in the dry places, an' out of the way of the doors an' windows. It's enough sight better than goin' on the town." Her square defiant old face actually looked pale as she uttered the last words and looked apprehensively at the woman "Oh, 1 did not think of your doing that," she said, hastily and kindly.

We all know how you feel about that Harriet, and not one of us neighbors wilt see you and Charlotte go to the poorhouse while we've got a crust of brad to share with you."

Harriet's face brightened. "Thank ye, Mis* Simonds," she said, with reluctant courtesy. "I'm much obleeued to you an* the* the neighbors. I think mebbe we'll be able to eat some of them doughnuts if tbey air tough," she added, mollifyingly, as her caller turned tne footpath "My, Harriet," said Charlotte, lifUng op a weakly, wondering, peaked old face, "what did you tell her tbem doughnuts was tough fur "Charlotte, do you want everybody to look down on us- an' think we ain no account at all, just like any beggars, 'cause they bring us in vitUesf sald Harriet, with a «Ttm glance at her sister's meek, unconscious face. "No, Harriet," she whispered. "Do you w*nt fajx to tJkepoorJtoimf* "No, Harriet." The poor little woman on the door-sien fairly cowered before her aggressive old sister. "Then don't bender me agin when I tell folks their doughnnts Is tough an* their perUtemIs poor. If I don't kinder keep up an' show some sperrit, I shan't think nothing of myself, an* other folks wool nutber, and tost thing we know they'll kerry on to the poor-bouse. You'd 'a been there before now if it hadn't been tor me, Charlotte."

Charlotte looked meekly convinced, and her aistar sat down on a chair In the

asked Charlotte, in a humble tona.

ambition itself. All that they cared for I "Toler'ble." they had had in tolerable abundance, "They'll be proper relishin' with that for Harriet at least had been swift and piece of pork Mis' Mann brought in ui. 1 I. m. 1 a J— Ak PTarnAt A

capable about her work. The patched mossy old roof bad been kept over their beads, the coarse, hearty food that they loved had been set on their taule, ana their cheap clothes had been warm and strong.

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EYEJSIING MAIL.

Her sister caught with her sensitive ear the little contemptuous sound. "I gueas," she said, querulously, and with more pertinacity than she had shown iu the matter of the doughnuts, "that if you was in the dark, as I am, Harriet, you wouldn't make fun an' turn up your noee at chinks. If you had seen the light streamin' in all of a sudden through some little bole that you hadn't known of before when you set down on the door-step this mornin', and the wind with the smell of the apple blows in it came in your face, an' when Mis' Simonds brought them ho^doughnnts, an' when I thought of the pork an'greens jest now— Oh Lord, bow it did shine in! An'it does now. It you was me Harriet, you would know there was chinks."

Tear began starting from the sightless eyes, and streaming pitifully down the pale old cheeks.

Harriet looked at her sister, aud her grim face softened. "Why, Charlotte hev it that thar is chinks if you want to. Who cares?" "Thar is chinks. Harriet." "Wa'al, thar chinks, then. If I don't hurry, I sha'n't get these greens in in time for dinner."

When the two old women sat dowu complacently to their meal of pork and danaelion greens in their little kitchen they did not dream how destiny slowly and surely was introducing some new colors into their web of life, even when it was almost completed, and that this was one of the last meals tbey would eat in their old home for many a day. In about a week from that day they were established in the "Old Ladies' Home" in a neighboring city. It came about in this wise Mrs. Simonds, the woman who had brought the gift of hot doughnuts, was a smart, energetic person, bent on doing good, and 3he did a great deal. To be sure, she always did it in her own way. If she chose to give hot doughnuts, she gave hot doughnuts it made not the slightest difference to her if the receipts of her charity would would infinitely have preferred ginger cookies. Still a great many would Tike hot doughnuts, and she did unquestionably a great deal of good.

She *nad a worthy coadjutor in the person of a rich and childless elderly widow in the place. They had fairly entered into a partnership in good works, with about an equal capital on both sides, the widow furnishing the money, and Mrs. Simonds, who bad much the better head of the two, furnishing tho schemes of benevelonce.

The afternoon after the doughnut episode she bad gone to the widow with anew project, and the result was that entrance fees had been paid, and old Harriet and Charlotte made sure of a comfortable fctfme for the rest of their lives. The widow was hand in glove with officers of missionary boards and trustees of charitable institutions. There had been an unusual mortality amongst the inmates of the "Home" this sp.ing there were several vacancies, and the matter of the admission of Harriet and Charlotte was very quickly and easily arranged. But the matter which would have seemed the least difficultinducing the two old women to accept the beauty which Providence, thq widow and Mrs."Simonds were ready to bestow on them—proved the most so. The struggle to persuade them to abandon their totering old home for a better was a terrible one. The widow had pleaded with mild surprise, and Mrs. Simonds with benevolent determination the counsel and reverend eloquence of the minister had been called in and when they yielded at last it was with a sad grace foi the recipients of a worthy charity.

It had been hard to convince them that the "Home" was not an almshouse under another name, and their yielding at length to anything short of actual force was due probably only to the plea, which was advanced most eloquently to Harriet, that Charlotte would beso much more comfortable.

The morning they came away Charlotte cried pitifully, and trembled all over her little shrivelled body. Harriet did not cry. But when her sister had passed out the low sagging door she tamed the key in the lock, then took it out and tnrust it slyly into her pocket, shaking her head to herself with an air of fierce determination.

Mrs. Simond's husband who'was to take tbem to the depot, said to himself, with disloyal defiance of his wife's active charity, that it was a shame, as be helped the two distressed old souls into nis light wagon, and put the poor little box, with their homely clothes in it, in behind.

Mrs. Simonds. the widow, the minister, aud the gentleman from the "Home" who was to take charge of them, were all at the depot, their faces beaming with the delight of successful benevmence. But the two pfoor.old women looked like two forlorn prisoners iu their midst. It was an impressive illustration of the truth of the saying that it is more blessed to give than receive."

Harriet and Charlotte Shattuck went to the "Old Ladies'Home" with reluctance and digress. Tbey staid two months, and then—they ran away.

The Home" was comfortable, and in some respects even luxurious but nothing suited those two unhappy, unreasonable old women.

The fare was of a finer, more delicately served variety than tbey had been accustomed to those finely flavored nourishing soups for which the "Home" took great credit to itself failed to please palates used to common, coarser food. •*Oh Lord, Harriet, when I set down to the table here there ain't no chinks," Charlotte used to say. "If we could hev aome cabbage, or some pork an' greens, how the light would stream in

Then they had to be more particular about their dress. They had always been tidy enough, but now It bad to be something more the widow, in the kindness of her heart, bad made it possible, and the good folks in charge of the "Home,"*0 tne kindness of tbetr hearts, tried to carry out the widow's designs.

But nothing could transform two unpolished old women into two nice old ladies. They did not take kind ly to white lace caps and delicate neckerchiefs. Tbey liked their new black cashmere drosses well enough, but tbey felt as if tbey broke a commandment whoa they put them on every afternoon. Tbey bad always worn calico with'long aprons at home, and tbey wanted te now and they wanted to twist up their scanty may locks into little knots at the back or their beads, and go without cans, just as tbey alwsys had done.

with her sister to go back to their old home. "Oh Lord, Harriet," she would ex-

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Harriet, it's a

yisterday. Oh Lord, chink!" Harriet sniffed.

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Loxi, which, as she used it, was innoc# enough, had been heard with much iavor in the "Home," and she, not uuowing at all why, bad been reuioii»trated with concerning it,) "let us go home. I can't, stay here no wavsin this world. I don't like their vittles, an' I don't like to wear a cap I want to go home and do different. The currants wilt be ripe, Harriet. Oh Lord, thar was almost a chink, thinking about 'em. I want some of 'em an' the Porter apples will be gitin' ripe, an' we could hev some apple-pie. Tins here ain't good I want merlasses fur sweeting. Can't we get back no ways, Harriet It ain't far, an' we could walk, an' they don't lock us in nor udthin'. I don't want to die here it ain't so straight up to henven

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here. Oh Lord, I've feltas if I was slantendicular from heaven ever since I've been here, iu*it been so awful dark. 1 ain't had any chinks. I 'want to go home, Harriet." "We'll go to-morrow mornin'," said Harriet, finally "we'll pack up our things an'go we'll put on our old dresses, an' we'll jest shy out the back way to-morrow mornin: an' we'll go. I kin find the way, au I reckon we kin git thar, if it is fourteen mile. Mebbe somebody will give us a lift.

And they went. With a grim humor Harriet hung the new white lace caps which she and Charlotte had been so pestered with one on each post at the head of the bedstead, so they would meet the eyes of the first person who opened the door. Then they took their bundles, stole slyly out, and were soon on the high-road, hobbling along, holding each other's hands, as jubilant as two children, aud chuckling to themselves over their escape, and the probable astonishment there would be in the "Home" over it. "Oh Lord, Harriet, what do you s'pose they will say to them caps cried Charlotte, with a gleeful cackle. "I guess they'll see as folks ain't goin' to be made to wear caps agin their will in a free kentry," returned Harriet, with an echoing cackle, as they sped feebly and bravely along.

The "Home" stood on the very outskirts of the city, luckily for them. They would have found it a difficult undertaking to traverse the crowded streets. As it was, a short walk brought tbem into the free country road—free comparatively, for even here at ten o'clock iu the morning there was considerable traveling to and from the city on business or pleasure.

People whom they met on the road did not stare at tbem as curiously as might have been expected. Harriet, held her bristling chin high in air, and hobbled along with an appearance of being well aware of what she was about, that led folks to doubt their own first opinion that there was something unusual about the two old women.

Still their evident feebleness now and then occasioned from one and another more paiticular scrutiny. When they had been on the road a half-hour or so a man in a covered wagon drove u, behind them. After he had passed them he poked his head around the front of the vehicle and looked back. Finally be stopped, and waited for them to come up to bim.. "Like a ride, ma'am said he, looking at once bewildered and compassionate. "Thankee," said Harriet, "we'd be much obleeged.'

After the man had lifted the old women into the wagon, and established them on the back soat, ne turned around as he drove slowly along, and gazed at them curiously. "Seems to me you look pretty feeble to be walking far," said he. "Where were you going?"

Harriet told him with an air of defiance. "Why," he exclaimed, "it is fourteen mile3 out. You could never walk it in the world. Well, I am going within three miles of there, and I can go on a little farther as well as not. But I don't see— Have yon been in the city "I have )een visitin' my married darter in the city," said Harriet, calmly.

Charlotte started, and swallowed convulsively. Harriet had never told a deliberate falsehood before in her life, but this seemed to her one one of the tremendous exigencies of life which justify a lie. She felt desperate. If she could not contrive to deceive him in some way, the man might turn directly around and carry Charlotte and her back to the "Home" and the white caps. "I should not have thought your daughter would have let you start for such a walk as that," said the man. "Is this lady your sister She is blind isn't she? Shedoes not look fit to walk a mile." "Yes, she's my sister," replied Harriet, stubbornly "an' she's olind and my darter dido't want us to walk. She felt real bad about it. But she couldn't help it. She's poor, an' her husband's dead, an' she's got four lettle children."

Harriet recounted the hardships of her imaginary daughter with a glibness that was astonishing. Charlotte swallowed again. "Well," said the man, "1 am glad I overtook you, for I don't think you won Id ever have reached home alive."

About six miles from the Jty an open btiggv passed them swiftly. In it were seated tne matron and one ol the gentlemen in charge of the "Home." They never thought of looking into the cov ered wagon—and indeed one can travel in one of those vehicles, so popular in some parts of New England, with as much privacy as he could in nis tomb. The two in the buggy were serionsly alarmed, and anxious for the safety of the old women, who were chnckling malii iously in the wagon they soon left far behind. Harriet bad watched them breathlessly until they disappeared on a curve of the road then she whispered to Charlotte.

A little after noon the two old women crept slowly up the foot-path across the field to their old home. "Theclover is up to our knees," said Harriet "an'the sorrel and the whiteweed an' there's lots of yaller butterflies" "Oh Lord, Harriet, thar's a chink, an' I do believe I saw one of tbem yaller butterflies go past It,'f cried Charlotte, trembling all over, and nodding her gray bead violently.

Harriet stood on the oik nonken doorstep and fitted the key^^fueb she drew triumphantly from berS^ocket, in the lock, while Charlotte stoooSvaiting and shaking behind her.

Then tbey went in. Everything was there jnst as they bad left it. Charlotte sank down on a chair and began to cry. Harriet hurried across to the window that looked out on the garden, "The currants are rise," said she "an' thefa pumpkins hev rln all over everything?' "Oh Lord, Harriet," sobbed Charlotte, •thar is so many chinks that tbey air all runnin* together!"

Charlotte In a dainty white cap was pitiful,, hat Harriet was both pitiful and comical. They were totally at variance with their surrounding*, and they felt it k^pnly, as people of Uwsir stamp always do. No amount of kindness and attention—and they had enough of both—sufficed to reconcile them to their new] Dyspepsia, I ttssd Brown's Iron Bitters abode. Charlotte pleaded continually\ and was cured."

J. T. Board, Jefferson ville, Clerk Co., says: "Unable to attend to bus!nam from

LOVE MATCHES IN HAT&x Milwaukee Sentinel. "Yes," said the hatter's clerk, "that's

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your beaver." "But it's got a girl's name in it," replied the austomer, "and upon my word," he added, turning up the sweatleather a little further, "upon mj* word, if here iant her address under he~re,too." "Well, that's legitimate," replied the clerk, aa he rolled up the beaver."'Wheredid yon say Plan bin ton Yes, send it over at once." Then biting the string to save the trouble of pulling his knife, be went on in an explanatory tone "You see, we hire girls to sew on the sweat-leathers and they always putin their names, and sometimes the sly ones tuck in a little note. They aie good ones, I tell you, and they always answer. Why,here's a young lawyer over bsreon Wisconsin street who is just the happiest man married, and that's how he got his Tfife. I was telling him of the trick one day and he wrote to the address in the hat, aud the girl answered in such a modest-like way that he kept up the correspondence for a long time, and finally met her, and now, by the jumps, they're married and happy. Oh, yes, you ought to try it. I've written to lots of'em. That's the way these fly young fellows get their girls. Did yo« wonder how it was? Well, you didn't think they were hanging 'round the factory flirting every day, did you 2Jo, it's simpler than that and everybody must wear a hat. You see, the girl that wants a fairly well-to-do sort of a fellow Will sew or paint her name in silk hats only. Then another is satisfied with a Derby crown young man, and another will take any one, you know, especially if she's new at the business. But there's lotsof 'em nice girls. You see, they, like everybody else, they throw in their lines and wait for a nibble, just as the President's doing in Florida. All right, I'll send it right Q$*er. Don't forget to try your luck with the girl. Who did you say it was? Ella? Oh, yes, Ella I know her and think she'd just suit you.

A servant girl fell on.a bracket, Her skull, she did nearly crack it, St. Jacobs Oil applying, Saved her from dying— -n? It proved to be "just the racket.", 3 A steamboat captain from Goshem, Was hurt by a boiler explosion: On the pains in his hip, St. Jacobs Oil got the grip. He calls it the all-healing lotion.

"One regretful result of the war," said Mr. John L. Maxwell, editor of the Augusta, Ga., last night, "that continues to be felt, is the scarcity of good cooks in the south. In ante-bellum days Georgia cooking was famous the world over female slaves were carefully educated in the kitchen, and by the time they had become women they were as skillul as any lover of the table could desire. Being valuable to their owners they were never sold, but were treated as members of the family. They put their whole soul into the business of cooking, and a dinner at a Georgia mansion was sometimes to be cherished in memory. Since the declaration of emancipation, however, it is extremely difficult to get a competent colored cook. They won't stay in one house longer than a few months, because if they do they imagine thoy have become slaves again. They drift about from house to house, and thus has the noble art of cookery degenerated. What I have said on this subject applies to Alabama. Louisiana, theCarolinasand Mississippi with the same force that it does to Georgia."—[St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

OIRLS AS MASHERS. South Bend Tribune.

A lady who has made a study of street flirtation is disposed to take flue part of the men who ffirt, and says there is a dasbing boldness to the girls of the present day that is not only disgusting, but exceedingly dangerous—dangerous because it engulfs In ruin sous as well as our daughters. By their manner they invite gentlemen to form their acquaintahce,even going sq far as to accost them »n the streets. Thlare is no doubt in the world that many girls and young men are lacking in the modesty that would entitle them to general consideration, ahd it is quite as manifest that tbey arc as largely responsible for the presence on the street of the indecent creatures known as "mashers" as is the depraved natures of such men. It is as nice a matter to look after the giils as it is to drive the "betrayers" from the streets. It is a brazen man, indeed, who speaks to a woman who offers him no sort of encouragement.

The

staining of bricks red is eflected

by melting one ounce of glue in a gallon or water, then, adding apiece of alum as large as an egg, one-half pound of Venetian red, and one pound or Spanish brown redness or darkness is increased by using more red or brown. For coloring black, heat the bricks and dip in fiuiif asphaltum, or fn a hot mixture of linseed oil and asphalt.

NERVELESS MEN.

Is there under the face of heaven more pitiful sight than a man who has lost nerve power and vimf And why is the sad spectacle so common? Because diseases of the kidneys, bladder, liver, and urinary organs are so prevaleut! There is really no need of it either. Hunt's Remedy, the great kidney and liver medicine, is a positive cure for even the worst maladies of this class. Many a man who has lost nerve, vigor, manhood, energy—everything that makes life worth living—has been quickly and fully restored by Hunt's Remedy.

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liquids into the bead, and the nse of exciting snuffs, are being superseded by Ely's Cream Balm, a cure for C'attartn and cold in the bead. Price 50 cents.

U. S. "DISTRICT ATTORNEY SPEAKS. Col. H. Walters, U. 8 District Attorney. Kansas City, Mo,, authorises the following statement? "Samaritan Nervine cured my niece of spasms." Get at druggists. flM.

W*. H. BUB says: "Brown satisfaction."

fiKs, druggist, ol Sullivan, 's Iron Bitters give good

Tfcoasaiids ftajr Ra.

Mr. T. W. Atkins, Oitard. Kam, writes: "I never heeitAie to recomend yoar Electric Bitten to my eautomem, they give entire mUb faction and am rapid nDtnt" Electric bitten are the purest and bed medldhe known ami will positively core Kidney and Liver complaints. Purify the blood and Kggiate the bowel*. No family can affiml to be without them. Tbey will rave hundred* of dollar* In doctorV Mite rvecy rear. Sold at 50c bottle by Vook A Bell and QoM A Co. (S)

K- -"Walls* A* for Vda* "Bough on Coras." 16c. Qnick, complete, permanent cure. Corns, wait*, bunions.

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Daughters, Wives and Malhen. Dr. Marchisi's Catholicon, a Female1 Remedy—guaranteed togive satisfaction: or money refunded. Will cure FemalesDiseases. All ovarian troubles, it. flam-f, nation aud ulceration, falling audi' displacements or bearing down feeling/ trregularites, barrenness, change of life, leucorrhoea besides many weaknesses springing from the above, like headache, bloating, spinal weakness, sleeplessness, nervous debility, palpitation of the heart, £c. For sale by Druggists. Prices fl.OO and fl.50 per Bottle. Send to Dr. J. Marchisi, Utica, N. Y., tor Pamphlet, free. For sale by Gulick it Co.

I flies ami Bngrs. 1 '/$ Files, roaches, ants, bed-bugs, rats, mice gophers, chipmunks, cleaned out by "Rough on Rats." 15c

«riggs' tiljceriuf .Salve. The best on earth can truly be said of Griggs' Glycerine Salve, which Is a sure cure for cuts, bruises, scalds, burns, wounds, and all other sores. Will positively cure piles, tetter and all skin eruptions. Satisfaction guaranteed or money refunded. Only 25 cents. For sale by Gulick & Co. (tf.)

Is Fan Belter Than Plijsic 1 Fun is excellent a hearty laugh Jis* known the whole world over to lie a health promoter but fun does not fill the bill when a man needs physic, on the other hand people take too much physic. They would be more healthy, live longer aud enjoy life thoroughly if they used Dr. Jones' Rod Colver Tonic, which cures all blood disorders, indigestion, kidney and liver troubles, removes pimples and is a perfect tonic. Can be taken by the most delicate. Only 60 cents per bottle, of,Gulick A Co., Druggists. [4]

Rock C'nntl} ungli Cure. Warranted to Cure or money refunded. Coughs, Colds, Hoarseness, Throat and Lung troubles, (n'so good for children.) Rock Candy Cough Cure contains the healing properties of pure white Rock Candy with Extracts of Roots and Herbs. Only 25c. Large bottles 1.00 cheapest to by. For sale by ulick iV: Col

Evbky one afllicted with Catarrh, cold in the head, Hay Fever, Ac., should resort to Ely Cream Balm. Many cures have been made among my customers. No other Catarrh remedy has ever equalled Cream Balm in good results. F. G. Seaman A Co., Druggists. Marshall, Mich. It is not a liquid or a snuff, and is easily applied.

linckleu's Arnica Kalve. The greatest medicine woiuUr of Hie world. Warranted to speedily cure Burns Bruises, Cuts, Ulcers, Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Cancers, Piles, Chilblains, Corn.", Tettor (.'happed Hands, and nil skin eruption*, guaranteed to cure In every lnntance, or money refunded. 26 cents per box. For sale by Cook Bell and Uullck Co. (tf.)

Positive Cnrr :^r Piles.

To the people ol this Country we would say we buve been given the Agenc}' of Dr. Marchisi's Italian Pile Ointment—warranted to Cure or money refunded—Internal, External, Bllud, Bleeding or Itching Piles. Price 60c. a Box. For

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Grave Robbers.

Of all classes of people the professional grave robbers are the most despised. He robs us of our dear friends for a few dollars. How different is this new grave robber, Dr. Bigelow's Positive Cure, winch robs graves of thousands of consumptives. This unequalled remedy for coughs, colds and consumption, whooping coueh, croup and all tnroat, and lung diseases, subdues and conquers these troubles speedily, safely and tnoroughly. Trial bottles free, of Gulick A Co., Druggists. [41

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