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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, JUNE 30, 1888

Lost at Last

BY WM. R. EY8TER,

Author of "One of the Family," "Drifting to Doom," "Captive Corlnne," etc., etc

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CHAPTER XXI.

ABTHUB SIDBBY COMES TO 0BXKF.

By daylight, or a little later, a very sort of man call at Elm ige, He wanted to me Colonel Porter, and as that gentleman had slept in bis clothed, a dash of cold water and the appuc Die,

lication of a brush made him presentaigb be looked a little worn. Lonville suspected who this man was, and bad no desire to see him but his father, not having done anything particularly wrong, was rather anxious than otherwise, since it was Mr. Pemberton, and Mr. Pemberton was adeteotive.

He listened very attentively as the Colonel con Helen tially ran over the case, but how the history affected bitn could not be told from auy movement of bis facial muscle*, or inflections of his toner*. "Thin Simmers is a desperate case, is he?'' hit asked carelessly when the Colonel bad finished. "We will look after him. I fancy he will be easier (raced than the other, and when we find him the other may come as a natural consequence. You have talked with considerable reserve, but that makes no difference. If you don't choose to confide in me, don't feel indignant if in the course of my investigation I tumble upon the rest of the facts." "Tumble upon what you choose, sir, so you clear away the mystery connected with the disappearance of my niece." "Don't le Impatient it is a singular affair. I cannot understand any motive that this Arthur Sidney ha^e In attempting to murder the young lady." "Nor I but Insanity needs none. That be did make the effort can easily be shown by my son, Lonville, by John, my servant, and myself. The thing to be discovered now is whether he was successful in the attempt, and if not, what ho has done with Marah." "Yes," said Mr. Pemberton, thoughtfully. "I would like to have a few words with Jchn and your son." "I will call them," said the colonel, as he left the room.

In a few minutes he returned with John. "I am sorry that Lonville is not in tho house. Ho has already gone out to take up the trail. Here is my man."

At the request of the detective John told what he knew about the mysterious affair, and Pemberton followed him through bis story, only asking a question or two, now and then, and eying the man shanly.

Although .John had come upon the stage a little later than the rest, his evidence corroborated he master's in every particular, and untess the fellow was a most consummate actor, he'was certainly telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the tmtb. '•Now, Mr. Pemberton, I have thought it might perhaps be best to divide matters In about this shape: Lonville will remain hore, I will beat up his haunts In New York, and you can see if there is anythiug in the Simmers' clew." "Very woli. If none of us meet with success to-day we will to-morrow. If not then, the next day. Sooner or later, my dear sir, you can rest assured that everything will come to light."

Mr. Pemberton spoke so Impressively as to cause the colonel seme little mental disquietude. He did not want all to come light—the less illumination there was on the subject of Marah's money the better for him.

About Marah, herself, there was nothing ho believed that could seriously Involve him. Thiuklng so, in his own mind, he responded "I hope so. I hope so and the sooner the better. Use every effort to have our doubts solved. My o*n belief Is that she was In the boat seen by Dr. Lenolre and the rest.-" "Mine, too. Keep It to yourself, but I may as well tell you I know so have "found where they embarked, and at tb

traces of a woman "Ah, have you?

How Where^j— do not want

"Thank yon, no. I do not wal

promising clew spoiled by a blundering mob that would Interest themselves If they knew my business. Let me go my way, and you go yours. Let me have John, In case I should need him that Is all I want at present." "Certainly. Take him alon& and Heaven grant that you may soon be-able to relieve yon anxiety." "I will

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more about it to-night,

and will telegraph you at New York, though should you meet with the better success yon must do the same. You have other business In New York, have yoo not." "Yes," said the colonel, unhesitatingly, and the two parted then without further questioning.

Mr. Pemberton had a stylish buggy aod a fast-stepping trotter it did not take long for him and John to reach the office of the former. Their stay there was short, and at the very time that Colonel Porter was 1*1 ng hi led away toward New York, they were off on an excursion, bound down the river, and accompanied by a couple of stout men "You know nothing about a man named Si turners, that lives in a shanty on the shore?**

Pemberton asked John this question suddenly,and John answered as promptly "No, sir sorra a bit." "Glad of U, for your sake: wouldn't think so much ot yon If yon did. I was a little surprised that Colonel Porter should. If this Arthur Sidney is a friend of his, be must be a desperate case, am! I don't exactly see how be should be mixed up with Porter and his

"No mors da I," answered John, quite as readily as before. Home other questions that followed elicited as little Information. John knew very HtUe about the colonel's attaint, aod that little he kept to himself.

The detective understood that this Sidney was Insane at times, and vet had contrived entray the colonel* niece and very nearly coosumate a marriage, and it Was fuitber supposed that in his wrath at having lost the girl, whose eyes were now somewhat opened, he was willing to murder, so that he might vent his rsge and spleen. Yet, knowing this utocb, be did not succeed is iris efforts to pump the Irishman, which he at last g*re a p. uncertain whether Ignorance staptdivy or shrewdness had the moat to

do In shaping his indefinite anawera. Mr. Pemberton, notwithstanding his queries, seemed to know just about where to pat his finger on the domicile of ®le Simmers. John watched the movements of his three companions with considerable earnestness and moire surprise. How did it come that Mr. Pemberton could hit anon the exact point where they should leave the main road, and finally strike the little footpath that led toward a hot down by the riverside, snd well concealed from shore and river by overhanging branches?

They came skulking op to the hat watching carefully to see that their movemonte were not observed.

Ass little distance they separated, and at last came dashing np from the four sides with a speed that carried them fairly against the bnilding, without the reception of a pistol-shot or two, which was, in the estimation of the attacking party, by no means an impossibility.

Two sides of the hot presented bare walls, through which there could be no escape, so the men on these two sit'es came around to the door, while John armed with a heavy

bludgeon,

guarded

the window. "Open here, in the name of the law!" shouted one of the men, with a vigorous shake at the door.

Though the cabin was small, it was strong the door was ponderous enough for a castle In miniature. It was evidently bolted or barred, and there was no answer from within.

The rattling still continued, and one of the others flung bis shoulder against the stout barrier until it cracked.

At that time John, looking at the win dow, was confronted by a pair of burn ingeyes, that looked at him with an unrecognizing stare.

He could see nothing of the face, because the bead seemed to be bandaged until there was nothing but the eyes to be seen, but that made him all the more certain. There was a cut or two on the bead of bis prisoner of the night before that were not as small as flea-bites, and there was no telling haw much they had raukled and grown feverish in the interim. This was the man he was certain of it, so he encouraged the rest by shouting: "Och. begorra, I see him, the bloody old villain! Don't yez ueaftber jumpin out uv the windy, or I'll fotch yez a poult wid this stbick that will take the uiife out. Down wid the door, an' lay howld on him. Bad 'ces» to him for killen' the young leddy. Down wid it I 11 lay odds he's got her there now!"

His'exclamations encouraged the rest, but the door still withstood their efforts until John, no longer able to restrain his impatience, running around from his position beneath the window, threw himself with all his weight and all his force against the door.which came down with a crash, and John was the first man in the room.

He staggered forward, lit on his hands and knees, raised as suddenly,and threw himself upon the man,who turned away from tho window to face him. "Ocb, I've got yez now!" he shouted, his fingers knitting in a grip that was like steel upon the neck of the sole occupant of the room. "Take hould of him men this is the chap." "Gently, John, gently," said Pemberton, seeing that the Irishman's captive made noattempt at escape. "He's apparently not in condition to stand rough handling. Let go your hold while have a look at him. He can't getaway

As requested, John relaxed his fingers and stepped back, allowing Pemberton to take a position in front of him. "Now then, my man, who are you?" said the detective,.speaking sharply, and, 'watching every trpbtlon $f the other. "I—I am Arthur Sidney." "Then, Mr. Arthur Sidney, I arrest you for an attempt at murder and abduction, and It may turn out to be something worse. Be careful what you say, for your words now may used against you. Tom, clap the Irons on I don't like bis looks."

For the moment the looks of the prisoner were anything but reassuring. He crouched back and down, his bands were clinched, his eyes—the only visible part of bis faoe—flashed with a fierce, wild light, and his teeth were ground together with a horribly grating souud.

Then, just as Pemberton expected him to leap upon htm, or attempt to fight bis way through to the open air at all baz ard's, the man broke out Into a horrid, muffled screch, and held out his hands.

As the handcuflfe snapped upon his wrists Pemberton, who eyeing him attentively, burst out: "The man who said he was insane wasn't far wrong. He's as mad as a March hare. I say It, and I know it."

'CHAPTER XXII. 81 DUET'S DKKKN8B. Pemberton, having captured l«li A OU1UQ1 irv ti uavitiff Arthur Sidney, looked carefully around for some traces of the others of whom he was in sesreh, but found none. Marah was not there, Slle Simmers was not there so he came back to Sidney.

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le spot."

From him he gleaned no information the disjointed, fragmentary speech of the young man—when he did talk—only served to confirm him in the belief that he bad a lunatic to deal with.

Investigation showed no possible trail which could be traced back, step by step,on the chance of finding something of Marsh, and Pemberton was almost sorry that Sidney bad been brought thither in a boat, and left there because he had turned out to be too badly hurt to go farther. Simmers, alarmed for bis own safety, had made his escape, or might be lurking in the neighborhood.

There was another possibility Simmers might have Marah somewhere in his power with an eye to a possible ransom.

From what Pemberton knew of the man, this last was not so unlikely as that he should assist a maniac in the perpetration ot a murder, without hope of a reward.

In order to pursue his investigations undisturbed, he sent Sidney away in charge of his two assistants,placed John at some distance from the building, an ostensible guard, while be thoroughly and carefully ransacked the place.

Either Simmers wasa better man than bis reputation, ora master hand at conceal meat. Odds and ends were thereof all sorts of property but they were of little value, and such as might naturally be gathered in the course of a life-time, without any great departure from the strict law of personal propriety.

L*ft free to riot among the treasures of this suspected river thief, be could find nothing which would give him sufficient hold to be able to force from him any secrets be might have in regard to the Porter-Sidney issbroglio.

With a careful neatness, learned by much practice, Mr. Pemberton emptied a large chest and at the bottom,dooe op in a neat bundle* he came across something that ponded him a little.

Wrapped In acoarae, stout paper, was the clothing of a child of two or three years of age^utd marked on the wrapper in great, sprawling characters, was: "Wednesday, August 13th, 1886."

Humph said Mr. Pemberton, on Thing sight of the contents of the package, "there is dew to something, and something with money in It, It my opinion that Fd better take care of

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thing, for fear they'll gat loot it wouldn^t Be hard to amooth matters over with the redoubtable Simmers. Maybe we can Mfth make a little fortune out of em—I must aee what kind of an acoonnt "ttZpLn, thm tbe vesult of Mr. Pemberton's\ visit be had captured the wrong Arthur Sdner: and had unearthed somejrvidence which had, although undreaQged of, a leaning on the casein

However, he went on with his search. ana

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the ttmsftfce reached that city he was not in condition even for examination. Of course, Ihere was no question made about commitment, though he was put in the pnysidan's bands rather than the jailer's,•and Sir. Pemberton skipped away to|try and find out more of the CM6*

Althoigh he tried his best to keep the thing quiet, the omnipresent reporter picked dp enough to make a very respectablf item out of it, and eventually it got infb the New York papers,and the papers gft into the bands of several per immediately took a great inhe prisoner. I ter was some little time in re his senses in fact, bis life,was for a time despaired of, and his recovery wasslo^. The question of identity had been apparently settled by John, and though fPemberton kept track of the condition of bis prisoner, no one came to visltfdm.

The detective was too busy with half a dozen different cases, great and small, to look at Ihls one prisoner when there was so man! running loose.

There crime a time, however,when this ArthurASidney was able to think for himself? and at once he began to turn his energie*in the direction of getting out.

He se^t for a lawyer and nad a confer ence. This mwyer was a young man, not overwhelmingly sharp or unprincipled, but veri energetic. His name was Rudolp Scf enck.*

To hlrn Sidney told his story, and Schenck started out by disbelieving it. The lftter part of It was so hazy that it was no wonder. The history of his rnaltreatmefit, his sojourn in Cripple Dave's cellar, and even his rescue by a woman, were rait beyond belief but when ho went oc| to give It as bis impression that,

house, Ike was apprehended by some man wno had a legal authority over his actlonsiand that he had jumped overboard flom the Fulton street ferry-boat, clambered into the Galveston steamboat, bfen transferred from that to a small suchooner, nnd from the schooner to a row-boat, and by it taken to a spot where Jie had spent his youth—Simmer's waaty—whbh he found empty, and where, in the course of an hour or two, bdwas arrested, then Mr. Schenck refusecLto follow him, and said "there was ndnrouble about the case, since lu natics vrere not responsible enough for their actions to be convicted of either abductio^jor murder." "Mu.der!" exclaimed Sidney, in some llttie dismay. "Yetfj murder. The latest develop ment Kits It at that. They have found the boqw, so you may as well give meall the particulars, if you want me to prepare a defense." "Butt my dear sir, I never was near the sp$, and know nothing about any murdef1, unless it can be squeezed Into au ou'Jine that I have giveu you. My

Sidney—Arthnr Sidney—but if lonel Porter says I was on his nds he simply lies.'\ If he and the rest swear point at you were, what then?" them liars." "And how?" "There's such a thing as an alibi." "Which is never any too easy to prove.^ "I can show that I was beaten half to death icouple of weens before this thing happeofed, and when arrested was in a brain fever from the result." "Oh,'yes, temporary Insanity will do to justify with." "Buflsay, again, I had nothing to do with it, I can shew—or ydu ought to be able tojshow for me—when I left New York, and that it was impossible for me to hav^ been there. Hunt up the men that roved me to Simmers' old ranch, and ir will quash the whole thing at once. You seem not to have been idle, and todiave found out a good deal in a short time find jproof of these things I hat o.told you." "Anil you disclaim all knowledge of Colonjl Porter and his niece, and can show fbat you didn't board at John Ford's for a couple of months,and try to entrap Miss Deems into a marriage?-'

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Sidney looked up into the young lawyer's $ce as he repeated this catalogue of contingencies with an an indignant air. "No'l didn't. In anjiof it." "Yet from fancy all these thin, "And Mrs. MsGlll will swear that all of thidptime, with the exception of two weeks.orso, I was in Brooklyn, and those fwo weeks can be accounted for." "Asyour lawyer, suppose you inform me where you were." "W411.lt you must know, part of those two vfieks I was at the place where was arrested— with Simmers." "Ahem. Simmers and Arthur Sidney wereSn Porter's grounds that night, and together. Your evidence might only

Not a grain of truth

tbe way tbev have begun I will be sworn to."

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the missing link."

"But if 1 was with Sim men for even two wfeeks, and with Mrs. MaGill the rest ci the time, I was hardlv with the aforementioned John Ford for six. brain to believe there has been a mistake in ld«|itity. It can hardly be a plot. I'm so mixed that I don't know myself, so I don't wonder so modi at It." •'It's a very serious mistake. The body 6f the girl has been found, Porter and bis son are away on a false scent, but tile corpse has been identified and as soon possible you will be on trial for mu, dfr. I am inclined to believe your stori __ aod it la corroborated by the parties you nave mentioned, and I can get bold of the|men who took you to Simmers you will probably worm out with less trtrabn than you deserve for into such a scrape. What busin you to go to Simmers' at all?" "I went by instinct—the iustinct of a wild beast which, when wonnded, seeks its lair." "Then your instinct was a very bad thing, for it has helped to make a mud die that I can't yet explain. I might go hack a little farther and ask you wh yon were so foolish as to throw your into tbe

the original row? It was from that dftin of troubles began."

A girl cried murder. I heard it. aod went to her aid." InHbat section of the city young ladies: who cry murder are hardly fit subjects for knight-errantry. She would have Been one of the lira* to cut your throat after the trouble was over. I wouldn't wonder if she was spotting yonr watch now." 1 (fnnt believe it!" exclaimed Arthnr Sidney, indignantly. VI caught bat a face, yet 1 cant forgot it. or that

was aot one of tbe deniasns alley. There waa something good and a

gnat deal beautiful about her face. It has been haunting me ever sines. I risked my life for her. and if I read her aright she might do tne same for me on occasion. Anyhow, she was a woman, and

I

did my duty.'

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should prefer duties then that did not meander around between scaffolds and brain fevera. You will have been protty fairly brayed in a mortar before get out of this. I hope some of your "y will have deputed from you.

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have some work me and will leave you now, with a hope that everything may go as we wish." "It will. I have no fears. Conscious innocence makes even a coward strong, and I am scarcely a ooward."

With a parting shake of the hand the lawyer took hisleave, and having written out from his notes a perfect statement of Arthur's story, immediately set to work to procure the evidence necessary to substautlate it. His first move was to telegraph to Mrs. MaGill: "Did Arthur Sidney board with you this summer, and exactly when was he absent from your home until present time?"

The answer that almost immediately came was sufficiently in accordance with Arthur's story to encourage Mr.

Schenck

—though when he put his detective on tho track and heard tnat the young man Porter was back within a few hours of the time tbe corpse was found, and appeared to be heart-broken, and that the colonel came also, and was breathing fire and slaughter against the miserable Sidney, he felt that there wasapowe influence at work against his client.

That they would, in tbe court room, stick to what John bad said in thecabiu, he never doubted. If they did it would hang Arthur Sidney in spite of himself.

In fact, he saw how the two stories could be reconciled and as he always went on the plan of finding escape through some loop-hole for the guilty, he even believed himself that Sidney had murdered Marah Deems.

CHAPTER XXIII. A GIRL'S GRATITUDE.

Arthur Sidney, recovered sufficiently to warrant his transfer to tbe colder com torts of a cell, was lying at lull length on his bed, trying to get into a lucid train his wandering fancies, when tho door opened and admitted a slight, girlish figuie that seemed dimlv familiar.

He rose at the sound of urawn bolts, a*id bringing himself to a position, half sitting, half leaning upon the side of the bed, looked inquiringly at this young lady.

She was nealy dressed in garments tb«t clung closely to her lithe, slender figure, ana had they not sb jwn that her form was budding into maturity, Arthur Sidney might bave mistaken his visitor for very young girl indeed. He asked himself who this could be that had sought him out aud at first her face furnished him no answer. "Mr. Sidney?"

The tone was soft and silvery, yet touched him anxiety and pity. A pair of great brown eyes explored his face, and suddenly dimmed with moisture, as if the sight of the slow-healing cuts and bruises and the wan ghastliness of fever and prison, were too much for her, expected though they might have been. "It cannot be possible," said Arthur, closing his eyes with his band, as if trying to bring up some othe? picture by shutting out this. "It can not be possible—ana yet, unless my mind is playing me another strange prank, I have seen you once, and only ence before." "Thank you, thank you, for that recognition. It has relieved my mind, oh, so much. I heard—oh, such terrible stories. I know they are false. You are in your right mind, and you can believe me when I tell you how truly thankful I have been for your bravery bow I bave grieved and gone wild in thinking what your brave championship cost you."

As tbe girl spoke she came forward and took Sidney's hand in hers, looking up into his face with an earnestness and regard, with a blush on her cheek and a light in her eye that charmed him and thrilled him, and made him almost for-

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that the one meeting with her had rought him all this trouble—that had led him almost down to death's door. "Do not speak of It. I see that you made your escape and of course, I got away, also. I am already running my bead against some unexpected post but bow in the name of all that is wonderful did you know that I was here, and what induced you to oome and see me? There is something more than wonderful In all this." "Not so wonderful as you think. I was more than grateful for what you bad done but I was a po6r weak girl, in the bands of those to whom 1 owed obedience, and who would not have oountenanced any open effort in your behalf." "They were very wicked or very careless to have allowed you to get In such a place as tbst, when you needed aid so sorely," broke in Sidney, bluntly. •JNfot so much to blame as you think and so you would sdmit, If I dared explain but let that pass. I was in a terror and despair when I remembered a boy that I once did a favor for. He was a vagabond, but he was thankful. He hunted you up, and found you were In the cellar of a man known as Cripple Dsve. Partly through my information, your wife found you "My wife!"

Tbe quick, wondering exclamation was notiost on tbe girl. A flash of suspicion swept over ber cheeks. "Yes at least I understood so. At all events, she found you. Then came that strange affair on tbe ferry-boat. Tbe boy saw that, and bis shsrpeyes saw you climb up tbe chain that bong at tbe stern of tbe steamer. He was shrewd enough to see that there was something wrong, and be said nothing, except to me. Perhaps you can tell the rest better tban I. I knew nothing more from the time I left New York until I saw an account of your arrest near this city. I am a girl of Importance now, and tbey watch me closer, but I ran away and came to eee if I could help you in your trouble You are innocent, I know you are." "And you, who for audi a little service, have been so constant a friend, what shall I call you ?w

His question seemed to agitate tbe girl. She hesitated and her lip quivered. "Idonot want to tell you a falsehood can I trust yon to keep silent either in regard to my name, or anything that may lead to a recognition of me, in a dual rote?" "Then there is a mystery?" "There was one perhaps there is yet. The name I was known bv then was Eve Lindsay. It was taken because it was thoogbt best by my friends, that I should not be known as the daughter of my father. If I come to tbe front now, it must be as Edith Lawaon, tbe daughter of Edmond Law son."

She paused on the name of Edmond Lawaon, waiting for him to

speak, evi­

dently thinking the name was familiar. Sidney gave no sign that he had beard before, or if be bad, that it was more

than in a passing way. He did repeat tho name of Edith Lawaon over in a quiet way, fall of interest in it because it waa ber name, and for no other cause. "Yea, Edith Lawaon,"continued she: does that name, or the one of Edmond

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Lawson bring to your mind any boyhood remembrances It most and it doea, do you now know whose daughter you almost threw your life away to rescue, and why my mends would see you swiiur from the gallows-tree before they would move a finger to save yon "These words are more mysterious than aH that has gone before. I may or may not have heard the name of Lawsonsinoa I have reached what are sup-

my mind. As for my

youth, it was not one of struggle and sorrow. The names that I then knew were but few, and I can vouch for it that your father's was not one of them." "Arthur Sidney, if that is your name "It is the name I bave been known by from tbe period of my earliest recollections. Custom and law, I believe, give me the right to it," "And do you mean to say that it was not your tongue that swore away

the

life of my innocent father—that it is not you, and you alone, that stands between me and the Dorf uer estates

At this outbreak, which would have chilled his father or Harper Wardlaw to the very marrow to have beard, since it seemed to be giving away her case completely, Sidney burst out into a laugh— the first that he had uttered for weeks. "You are indignant now, and yet I swear to you that it is without cause. From what you say I can see that you bave come here to aid me, even at the expense of your own best interest "Rest easy—I never saw your father the Dorf uer estates, whatever they may be, are yours, root and branch, so far as any claim of mine is concerned. A little while ago you spoke of my wife. I have no' wife. She woman was an impostor." "Yetshe seemed to save your life at the risk of her own." "Perhaps. Well, so be It but she was no wife of mine. I am—no, I have been, heart-whole and fancy free. If you can aid me, aid me vet do not do so if there Is this risk that you hint at. My thanks may be due this unknown womau but doubly are they due you. You gave l^er the knowledge, you watched over aud protected me, you are here to-day. and all because I struck it when no man could hold back. Very well, when I get out of this—as get out I will—you can count ou me as the best and truest of friends, Edith Lawson I have written the name down in my mind just below where, for weeks, the face was printed." "Hush, do not be foolish,' answered tbe girl, yet her eye brightened and her breath came quicker, and her heart beat faster under his look and tone. "What I have told you has been in strict confidence. I believe you in what you have said, and am, perhaps, the happier for it. The business 1 alluded to has brought me to Philadelphia, undor the care of my guardian. I slipped away from him and came to see you to learn how I might be of service." "You have been of service—I am going to live now, and conquer fate. *or tbe rest, now that 1 am identified, you must see my lawyer." "I bave seen him. It was through him that I was enabled to visit you. 1 have learned one thing for myself the Arthur Sidney I suppose you to be must be dead, as we believed. Now, goodby," "But you will come again?" "Hardly—yet who knows?"

Their hands met in a fair, firm clasp as the grumbling turnkey came to let her out, and she went away ieaving the prisoner with his soul in the full glow of rosy-hued sunshine. After all, with youth, rectitude and love prison-bars cau not unman or the distant step of nearing death make afraid.

After that visit the day went around as no other day in prison had gone to Arthur Sidney. At the very crisis of his fate, which he did not yet explain to himself, had occurred.

He bad seen that Eve Lindsay of tbe slums transformed into the Edith Lawson of recognized existence, looking as though she belonged there and it nad electrified him. When a man has been something of a hero it does not take much to glorify the object that has called farth tbe heroism.

Poor human nature is prone to wor ship, first Itself, and next that which makes tbe self-homage possible.

When Attorney Schenek hastened in and said that he bad an inking of developments which made his speedy discbarge a likely thing he accepted the in telligence as a matter of course—and showed more interest when he spoke of young lady who bad visited him

Schenek smiled at the enthusiasm he could not help but notice and asked a a few Incisive questions about tbe fortune, a bint or two of which, it seemed he had wormed from Evo—or Edith, as she must henceforth be called. "Bother the fortune—It's none of my funeral said Arthur, lightly. "That and tbe woman who said she wss my wife came near making more trouble tban both together are worth." [TO BB CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.]

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MR. W. A. WILSON, Richmond. Wayne Co., was troubled with Dyspepsia, Heartburn. Ac. Brown's Iron Bitters made a permanent cure.

BOATS, BICYCLES AND HAY FEVER. Nature bas resolved that all tbe people •hall

not

enjoy themselves at once. With

tbe opening of tbe season of outdoor sports comes tbe time of trouble for tbe poor victims of Hay Fever. For them flowers have no odor, aod the summer little or no beauty. To an uff, sneexe and wipe tbeir weeping eyes for three or four successive monthsthis is tbeir pitiable condition. Whether this form of Catarrh is called Hay Fever, Hay Cold, Rose Ci.ld or Rose Fever,makes no difference tbey suffer just tbe same. There is no help in sea voyages, there te help In high mountain air. These only lighten tbe et snd leave tbe disease unabated, lot there is a positive core in Ely'a Cream Balm. We would cram these columns with grateful letters of tbe rescued.

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it and join them. If yon

continue to suffer it Is because you neglect a remedy aa sore aa it is cheap and pleasant. SO oents.

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A Blcaalag te all laakiai. In these times when our Newspapers are flooded with patent medicine advertisements, It is gratifying to know what to procure that

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that will core you so quickly as Electric Bitters. They area blearing to all mankind, and can be had for only fllty oents a bottle of Cook A Bell and Qullck AOo. (2)

"Five doctors no end of medicine no relief. Dr. Benson's Skin CSere has driven away ail eruptions and I'm nearly toelL" Ida C. Young, Hamilton, Ills.

DH(kl«n, Wive* sad Mather*. Dr. Marchisi's Catholicon, a Female Remedy—guaranteed to give satisfaction or money refunded. Will cure Female Diseases. All ovarian troubles, inflammation and ulceration, falling and displacements or bearing dovfa feeling, irregularites, barrenness, change of life, ieucorrhcea besides many weaknesses ay from the above, like headache, inli nervous debility,j

pringlng boating, spinal weakness, sleeplessness,

For sale 1

and $1.60 per Marchlsl, Utica, N. Y., tor Pamphlet, free. For sale by Gulick A Co.

W« .411 Know

That water never runs up hill that

kisses tast better than they look, and are better after dark that it is better to be right than to be le't that those who take Dr. Jones' Red Clover Tonic never have dyspepsia, costiveness, bad breath, piles, pimples, ague and malaria diseases, poor appetite, low spirits, headache or diseases of the Kidney or Bladder. Price 50 cents, of Gulick A Co. druggists. (1)

"Ro«|hon Ran."

Clears out rats, mice, roaches, flies, ants, bed-bugs, skunks, chipmunks, gophers. 16c. Druggists.

We All Believe

Tnat It is along lane that has no turning that many a shaft at random sent, finds a mark tho awcher little meant: thai no remedy sold will euro coughs, colds, croup, whooping cough and all throat and lung troubles so quickly nor permanently as Dr. Bigelow's Positive cure that our druggists, Gulick A: Co. tire very generous to glvo trial bottles of this remedy free of charge. (1)

Kork I'niMly Cough Cure. Warranted to Cure or money refunded. Coughs, Colds, lloaiseness, Throat and Lung troubles, (a'so good for children.) HOCK Candy Cough Cure contains the healing properties of pure white llock Candy with Extracts of Hoots and Herbs. Only 25c. Large bottles $1.00 cheapest to by. For sale by Gulick A Co!

••Mother Swan's Worm Syrup." Infallible, tasteless, harmless, cathartic for feverishness, restlessness, worms, constipation. 25c.

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To tho people ol this Country we would say wo have been given the Agencj* of Dr. Marchisi's Italian Pile Ointment—warranted to Cure or money refunded—Internal, External, lilind, Bleeding or Itching Piles. Price 60c. a Box. For sale by Gulick A Co.

••Bncha-Palbn."

Quick, complete cure, all annoying Kidney, Bladder and Urinary Diseases. $1. Druggists.

Mrlgga' Glycerine Naive. 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 posland all skin uaranteed or money rerunded. Only cents. For sale by Gulick A Co. (tf.)

wounus, HIIU an uniwr aore». tively cure piles, tetter at eruptions. Satisfaction gui money refunded. Only 25

A CARD.

To all who are suffering from the errors and Indiscretions^ of youth,' nervous weakness early decay, loss of manhood, Ac., I will send a recipe that wll curc you FREE OF CHARGE. Tliin great remedy won discovered by ft missionary In South America. Bend a self addressed envelope to the Hev. Joseph T. Inman, Station D., Now York City.

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ICE COMPANY.

We would say to our friends that we are, as usual, in the market with a full supply of excel ent ice, with which to wcrpply airdemands tbe eomlnn season.

F. P19BDUE,

TERRE HAUTE ICE CO.

Offloe Removed to Wo. 28 Forth fMMt street, under Dowllng Hall.

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CLIFT,WILLIAMS & CO,

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Sash, Doors, Blinds, &c

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LUMBER, LATH, 8HINGLE8 GLASS, PAINTS, OILS and BUILDERS' HARDWARE*

Malbsrry Street, Oorosr Jfinib. TERSE.HAUTE, IMI