Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 7, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 August 1883 — Page 7

THE MAIL

PAPER

FOR THE

PEOPLE.

Her Mother's Sin

Continued from Sixth Page. CHAPTER XIII.

"THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST MOMENTOUS DAYS OF OOB

Eer,

iavas."

Never bad Poole looked more beautiful than on the day when its future might be held to be at stake. The garden were gorgeous with Autumn flowers chrysanthemums of every shade, and tall and stately hollyhocks. The woods, lovely enough in summer, presented now, in their autumn splendor, a truly glorious picture. The tall planetrees were in their fullest beauty the black pines stood erect and stately, presenting a striking contrast to the varicolored foliage of oak, beech and hawthorn.

Lady Marcia Hyde could not rest, so much was at stake. If one of the boys bad but lived, she would have felt easy about Poole. The boys had been trained to inherit they knew the family traditions they had been carefully taught the duties of their position. She had listined to Alaric many times with tears in her eyes, when be had talked of the future and what he had hoped to aofcom-

lish. The ingenuous face rose before with its blue laughing eyes and ten* der mouth. Ah, but for her brother-in-law's foolish scheme, this trying ordeal, this investigation of character, temperament and worth, need never have been lost. ...

The earl had sent a favorite old servant for Daphne, since Mr. Erlecote, as a matter of course, could not leave his painting and, even if he bad been will* ing to do so, it would have been Daphne who would have taken care of him. and not he of her. Lady Ryeford and Irene would come together.

Lord Cradoc himself would not show his anxiety or bisdistress. But, though he talked on topics innumerable, and

made

inquiries about tbe prep irations, to interest himself

and

tils sister-in-law

in the news of tbe day, there was tbe one thought always before him—"The girls are coming to-day, and one must take my boVs place." Which would it be? Would tender,•golden-haired Daphne or queenly Irene be mistress of this broad doma'n, with its royal revenue? He would have given much for one glance into the future. Would that, as Marcia bad dreamed of his poor lad's «ate, she might now so dream of the future!

Lady Marcia hovered round her broth-ther-in-law during breakfast, listened to him, trying to be interested, yet all the time brooding over what was to be. "Thane," she said

at

most

last," I know that

you are talking to avoid thinking. We are both aware that to-day is oue of the

momentous of our lives. Let us talk about it froely. I havo been thinking that it would be much better to invito Mr. Kigby over to dine to-day. A family-party would be one of tbe most unploasant things imaginable." "It is rather late," returneu the earl "but I will send a

note to

Colonel Tench

he is quite a lady's man. And now. Marcia, I should like to see the rooms, if you please."

Lord Cradoc was delighted. The bright rooms that overlooked the flower

Gardens

had been arranged for Daphne,

hoy were gay with nowers and pictures. Everything was in harmony with Daphne's character—light, bright and graceful. "I oau almost see her here, returned the earl. "Hhe will harmonize with the rooms just as a rare gom harmonizes with Its setting." And tlien he weut to the suito arranged for Irene, from the long windows of which there was a striking view of the ruins and the river. "Marcia,'' cried the earl, "1 must congratulate you. You have 'fitted' each girl's character perfectly—and that to my mind is remarkable, as you have never soon them. These rooms will suit Ireue admirably, as the others will Daphne. 1 can imagine Irene standing at the window, watching the river and the ruins, and thinking to borself wbatagrandold place I'oole is, loving it because it is one of tho landmarks of history—for Irene's mind is always tilled with uoble thoughts. I am very much pleased." lie looked at tho boons lying on the table. "Ah, vou have Browning and Buchanan I What is this—Joan Iugelow This will pleafe her, I am sure. Now I will go aud write my letters. They will be bore about half-past four. Let John tako the carriage aud the tax-cart should go for the luggage. Of course you will have tea prepared for them." '•I will do everything to make them comfortable, Thane,"she replied.

Then lxrd Cradoc wrote his letters. Ho implored Mr. Kigby to come: ••If you are deeply engaged," he wrote, "you must come nevertheless. I look upon it more as business than anything else. I want to know the impression that each girl makes upon you. I think much of first Impressions, and I know that yours are usually correct."

Mr. Kigby could not decline. He himself felt tno importance of tho case. In fact to one so devoted as himself to the interests of the house of Crat'oc it was momentous. He sent a hastilv-written answer to say that he would drive over to Poole as IvOrd Cradoc wished.

The servants had an idea that the comiug visitors were uot ot the ordinary type. Orev had been butler in the old earl's time,'and the in tore* ts of bis emplovers were his own the housekeeper, Esther Moore,had been the present earl's nurse. Moth were faithful, devoted servants, who would have laid down their live* for their lord. Many aud solemn were the consultations held in th® housekeeper's room. This visit, said Orey impressively, meant more than people though, and he strongly advised Mrs. Moore to be prepared for anything. The two tinoet aultee In the house had not been prepared, he felt sure, for any ordinary guests. Strange events were about to happen, and Mrs Moore, who bad loved the handsome boys an though they had been her own, wept bitterly as she*though of bad times that might be in store for Poole,

Tbe anxious day wore on. Never to Lady Marcia bad hours seemed so long before. She, finding that she could not settle down steadily to any occupation, had dressed for dinner early. Lady Marcia had been very partlcularover her toilette for she knew how much depended on first impressions. She was still in deep mourning for her nephews but her silk was of tbe richest and her craw of the finest on her luxuriant hair she wore a pretty white crei* headdress, Lady Marvia looked what she was, a perfect gentlewoman.

It was only just four but tto carriage had gone to the station, and Lady Marcia was pacing up and down the long drawing-room, Impatient, testiest ami distraught. No second sight availed her now to Yoreas* who would be Countess of Cradoc. No warning dream, no fleeting glance into tbe future, told her whether the golden heed or the dark

head would wear the crown of that little kingdom. Lady Marcia was greatly relieved when she beard that Mr. Rigby had arrived. She went to meet him with outre he ha "You are really a friend in need,'1 she said. "I cannot tell you how nervoos I am. It is very good of yon to come so early." "1 knew from theea'l's letter that you would be in distress," he replied. "At what hour do you expect your guesta •'About live o'clock," said Lady Marcia. "After living here quietly for so many months, with no companion save sorrow, to meet a brilliant circle of guests, is almost too much for me. I am glad to«ay Colonel Tench is coming. To be candid, Mr. Rigby, I rely implicitly on you and Colonel Tench to entertain Lady Ryeford. She is a woman of fashion and I dread her." "I shall only be too pleased to help you in any way, Lady Marcia. Lady Ryeford She waa Annbel Hyde, I think." "No, not Annbel she was Elenor Hyde. Annabel was Daphne's mother." '•Yes, I remember now. Has the earl formed an opinion do you know

Lady Marcia looked up at him with an air of helplessness which amused him. "No, I do not think he has. Indeed he seems to me to be in love with both of them." "Well," remarked Mr. Rigby, "lean quiteimagiae that if the girls are both beautiful and chaiming, he will have some difficulty in making a choice. "He must choose her who appears best fitted for the post," said Lady Marcia, and then she exclaimed, "Oh, Mr. Rigby, I feel sure I hear the sound of carriage-wheels!" [TO BB CONTINUED NKtT WEEK.]

A Summers Romance.

It was at Bar Harbor, and in the month of August. "He's a supercilious peacock," said Molly, digging her parasol in the sand.

She was sitting on the rocks, below the town.*with her sister-in-law, Mrs. Randolph. At a little distance was the five-year-old daughter of the latter, with

v,-

the indispensable wooden shovel and pail, as irrepressible a little witch as ever lived, nickuamed in the family, Toots. "My dear," said Mrs. Randolph, ex-

postulating. "Yea, a supercilious peacock," repeated Molly, tapping her foot impatiently.

It was only tbe day before that they arrived, and already Molly bad nearly broken her aister-iu-law's heart. This was especially bard on Mrs. Randolph, who had left her favorite Saratoga because Molly had said: "I detest fashion, and want to go to some place where peo-

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ive sensibly in summer. Mount everybody says, is just suoh a spot let us go there.'

So to Mount Desert they had come. They had arrived to find Bar Harbor crowded to overflowing. Gay New Yorkers, well-born Philadelphians, pretty Baltlmoreans, dyspeptic Southerners, esthetic Bostonians, young gentlemen in Knickerbockers, young ladles in navy blue, all stood crowded on the

SIrs.

iazza, watching tbe new arrivals, when Randolph and her party appeared. Molly had preceded

her

sister-in-law a

few steps—for the latter had stopped for a moment to give directions about the luggage—when suddenly our heroine beard a voice close to her ear. "By jove," it said, "what a pretty girl!''

Molly turned, angrily, and saw a handsome young man, who looked quite thoroughbred, yet also more than contented with himself, staring decidedly, almost rudely,at her. "The impudent puppy," she said to herself, a hot flush crimsoning her cheek. Tho next instant the offender, recognizing Mrs. Randolph, advanced esgerly, both hands extended. "Can 1 believe my eyes!" he said. "You here, Mis. Randolph? And outside the pale of civilization, as some people might think. What hasinduced you to desert Saratoga?" "Oh, Mr. Peabody! I'm so glad to see you. But thereby hangs, not a taje, but a great many," she replied laughingly "fui too tired, however, to talk. Come to see me this evening, and I'll tell you all about it." "Well. I congratulate you that you are without a party, or a dozen debutantes in tow,'* he said for he had failed to connect Molly with Mrs. Randolph, supposiug that our heroine belonged to some other of the arrivals. "You don't know what it is here. Such swarms of girls seeking husbands," with a shrug ot his shoulders. "The grasshopper plague was nothing to it."

Molly beard all this, and turning, fixed a pair of stern, iudlgnant eyes on tbe speaker for was not she a debutante —this the first season since she left school? Fortunately for tbe young gentleman'rf peaoe ot mind he did not see this by-play.

But he was made to realize that something was wrong, when he came to pay his respects to Mrs. Randolph. That lady after shaking hands, agaiu sank into her arm chair, and, tapping her fingers with ber fan, said, indicating Molly with a gesture: "My aister-in law. Miss Randolph. Molly, Mr. Peabody."

Molly rose and took the offered hand, but frigidly her bow was as stiff as tbe Arctic circle. "Conceited fop," she said to herself. "He thinks he has only to throw his handkerchief and any girl will be glad to pick it up."

His soliloquy was not less to the point: "My beauty of the afternoon! She overheard me, that is plain. What a mess I've made of it. She'll never forgive me."

But neither by sign or word did he indicate this. He was too much ot a veteran in society matters for that. "What!" he cried, with great effusiveness, "your aister-in law, Miss Randolph, of whom 1 have hoard so much? This is a most delightful surprise. ever I have called

Heretofore, when-

I have been told she

was at school. And, helloo, here is Toots. Why, Toots, dont you know your old friend?*'

And in a moment Toots was in his arms, memories of bon-bons and Mr. Peabody being synonymous in her mind. "You see, Miss Randolph/' said Peabod v, addressing tbe young girl, and quite ignoring ber frigid manner, "that Toots and I are fast friends." "Ah!" replied Molly, tbdiflferently. "We all know that the affections of Toots are very elastic."

But tbe young man, ignoring this decided snub, turned to Mrs. Randolph: "Oouldnl I induce you and your sister to trv a game of tennis to-morrow? Or, better ami, to come out on my backhoard? ft will be, at any rate, a novel experience."

Mrs. Randolph is charmed. But Molly stands the very picture of ill hnmor, looking prattler than ever, however. "Thanks, she say*, ungraciously, "but 1 bate lawn tennis, and I don't care to drive on a buck board jet." At hearing which Mrs. Randolph is furious, and feels that she would like to box Molly's eats.

V/v--** TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

coast.

mountain. The

Peabody then begin to talk of the scenery. "I like coming to Mount Des- ... ert," he says, "because all along this "she's there, and listening yon see mountains on one Nothing followed this band and sea on the other a combine- however, tion to be found nowhere else on our dolph bo Atlantic

view

Molly and

the

But Molly sits, a delicious little frown on her face, throwing stones occasionally, in a weak, futile way, at an obstinate patch of seaweed that will bob up and down. "Irma," she exclaims, suddenly, "don't let ns quarrel. You mav just make up your mind that I shall never be a success in society," and she gives a solemn nod. "I haven't the brains for it. As for spending all my life in remembering to he civil to one man, because he's 'the thing,' I should be a skeleton in a week. Do let me have a good time and be nice to people I like. Life isn't long enough to fuss over horrid people like this supercilious peacock and she tilts back her parasol and stamps her foot.

What's a Bilious peacock, Aunt Molly?" asks at this juncture a shrill, small voice at her elbow, and Moliy, turning, sees tbe irrepressible Toots.

Molly gives a gay laugh. "Toots," says she, solemnly, "come here to your aunt. You saw the big gentleman on tbe piazza this morning? Well, you thought he was a man like paps, didn your'

A solemn nod from Toots. But he wssu't. He was only a supercilious peacock. What's that, you ask Well, that's a peacock who thinks himself better than others. Come now. Mamma's gone on we'll be late. Let's have a race. See which will get to her first."

Toot's thin legs spin over the ground and ber mass of brown cutis floats out on the wind as she flies along, fairly shrieking with excitement. Molly is not much better in point of dignity, for she gathers up her white skirt in one hand and gives her big hat an excited push on tbe back of her head.

Suddenly they turned a sharp corner. "Heaven and earth!" ejaculates Molly, as she sees Irma standing, gracefully composed, tailing to Peabody. "Oh, Aunt Molly, there it is," screams Toots, "the peafcock, the silious peacock!" "Toots, be quiet," commands that unfortunate relative, cold chills running up and down her back. "Toots, come here," implores Mrs. Randolph, the horrors of the situation coming in upon her. But Toots, in all her five years of existence, has never known what it is to mind any one so shr rushes up to Mr. Peabody like a small whirlwind. There she pauses, and begins a grave investigation. "Is you," she says, with her head on one side, like an impertinent little ®P®r" row, "is you really a silious peacock "A what repeats Peabody, naturally somewhat astonished, looking down on the small object in front of him. Molly gives a gasp of horror. In another second that wretched child will say, "Aunt Molly said so." Get out of it she must.

As she walks away her prophecies come true. She bears a shrill, childish treble: "Is you—Aunt Molly said so—a silious peacock?" "Ah!" she hears him answer, "Aunt Molly says I'm a peacock. But I don't quite grasp the adjective." "Never mind tbe adjective," thinks Molly, grimly and then she wonders if there be a corner in this wretched island where she can hide from that man for, as to ever looking him in the face again, she never can. However, she need not trouble herself about that. He will probably turn bis back upon her before she has tbe chance. She seeks refuge in the dining-room, which is beginning to fill with the crowd of hungry pedestrians. By-and-by in sail Irma and Mr. Peabody. Toots has disappeared. "Irma bas probably garroted her," thinks Molly. To her horror she hears Mr. Peabody say "If you'll allow me. Mrs. Randolph. I 11 take this vacant seat next to Miss Randolph." "Is he going to speak of or mention it f" she thinks, in an agony.

Peabody seemingly takes no notice of the wretched, blushing little being at his side, at least for some minutes. "Poor tittlo soul," he thinks, "how wretched she is making herself. She shall call me a whole zoological garden, if she only won't look like that."

So, half in fun, half in earnest, he leans over her with, "I don't mind a bit indeed I don't. I dare say you're right we men are wretched creatures." He had a funny staccato way of speaking which in tbe morning Molly had decided to be particularly disagreeable. Strange it doesn't seem so now!

Molly's spirits return. "It's certainly very'nice in him," she thinks, "not to be sulky." ing, ana lookin ,R-W

'How

SMS

she, laugh it in earnest

through It all "3o you know I think it very nice of you. I should mind, immensely, if you called me names, giving him a shy glance from under ner long lanhon.

Perish the thought! You suggest an impossibility," be retorts. "How delightful," exclaims Molly, cheerfully. "Perhaps I may like yon then."

ner?" interrupts Mrs. Randolph, who has been watching this proceeding with the utmost satisfaction. And she says to herself "Perhaps—supposing if— after all. It would be a capital thing."

But every paradise has its serpent. The serpent at Bar Harbor turns up in tbe person of Mrs. Crosby, a widow, irreproachable In family, but envious, malicious, gossiping, and with a pale, delected daughter thirty years old. Mrs. Randolph hears of this arrival with consternation. She rushes up to Molly, who is sitting on the piassa by a diningroom window, chatting with Peabody, "Ourgood time'sover,"sbecries. "Mrs. Crosby is here, and Marcia's with ber, and by to-morrow none of us will have any character left." Peabody looksconsternation itself. Molly cries: "Tbe slanderous old tabby." She bad hardly spoken when a voice from behind the dinning-room blind cries: "Marcia. my dear, will yon dose that window? Tte oataote clatter frso tiresome." And

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they knew they had been overheard. "Gracious heaven,"cries Mrs. Randolph catastrojme

for many days, and Mrs

dolph begpin to think that they had not

You must ascend Green been overheard. Peabody even went so

from it is better, I far as to begin court to Mrs. Cros-

think. than that from Mount Washing- by, hoping to cut her fangs,

tonTevep." But he fails to interest propitiate her. He had been talking to In

Molly, even in the leapt, in his talk. Tbe next morning Mrs. Randolph,

if

not to

er oneday, when he saw Molly in front of the piazza, without hat or parasol. By

ubiquitous Toots go down 'this time he and she had grown quite

to the rocks. Mrs. Randolph is quiet intimate. Mrs. Randolph, like a wise for awhile—too much so—it is the calm woman, looking on and saying nothing before the storm and finally she wakes They had ndden, walked, and boated todi up and speaks her mind and then Molly retorts in the words with which we open our story: "Why shouldn't I call him a supercilious peacock?" she says, defiantly. "What on earth is Charley Peabody to to me? I didn't want to drive with him, and.I abominate spooning." "Molly," answered Mrs. Randolph, severely "you know perfectly well that Charlie Peabody is the man of Bar Harbor. It is not of the slightest consequence whether you like it or not. In fact, I much prefer you shouldn't, for he isn't a marrying man. everybody knows." Up goes Molly's head with an air of pride. Mrs. Randolph continues, appealingly: "But it's such a good thing to be seen with him. If he takes you up, you're success but there's no hope of that now," and relapses into despondency.

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gether, and had sat for hours side by side on the rocks, watchiug the sea, off to the south. He now rushes forth with almost an air of proprietorship. "How can yon, he said to Molly, "stand out here, in that way, in the heat? A nut-brown maid is one thing, but a Sioux, or a Cherokee—" "Are two," interrupts Molly, gavly. "It's a hopeless case, Mr. Peabody." and she holds out two little brown hands for his inspection, and then looks up into his face with laughing eyes. "Are you ashamed of me "I wish you would let me tell yon how I do feel toward you," he whispers, impetuously, and in an accent he has never dared to use before. Molly blushes furiously. The is utterly taken aback. She bad never thought of this. What does he mean? Oh, perhaps he means nothing. She is saved a reply by the approach of Mrs Randolph.

Peabody is his usual cool-mannered, well-bred self in a moment. "Ah Mrs. Rsndolph," he says, "I am the bearer of a flag of truce from her majesty. Mrs. Crosby. She wants to know if yon won't bring up Miss Randolph to talk to her." "Must we back out of the royal presence when we retire says Molly, mischievously. "Hush," answers Peabody, "here we are." "A very nice old lady," is Molly's judgment, as she listens to the bland, quiet voice purring away to Irma. Presently she hears: "Is this your first visit to Bar Harbor, Mrs. JRandolph? But how, then—do tell me—did you know what a happy hnntlng-groundit was?"

Mrs. Randolph was a courageous little woman with fiery quick temper. In an instant she scented battle, and in another was ful»y armed and equipped. "But I didn't," she said, with a naive little laugh. How do you mean For what kind of game?" "Game?" rejoined the other, with a sneering laugh. "Good parties, of course. I hear that so far you'vo been moderately successful."

All the little group around were silent. Molly alone did not take in tbe meaning of her words. Peabody stood looking, as some one said afterwards, as if be were going to murder her. But what could be do? A man interfere between two women It was impossible. Mrs. Randolph was absolutely white with anger. Tbe coarseness of the sttack stunnedner for a moment, but only for that. "Yes?" she said, with a lazy, indifferent laugh. "You flatter me,

I'm

afraid.

But you forget that Mr. Randolph still exists and Molly, you know, is still a child—years and years, I hope, before she will think of anything of that kind. You wouldn't lose your little Marcia, would you, yet awhile?"

With which she arose. "Ah, Mr. Peabody, we were going sailing," she said. "I wonder if our boat's ready Youare coming with us as usual, I suppose? Good-by, everybody." And with a bright smile she tripped down the steps, followed by Mollie aud Peabody.

As they went there was a low buzz, and then Peabody heard his name, coupled with Molly's of course. After that Mrs. Crosby's cat-like voice: "Intentions? Why none, of course."

He heard and so did Molly. But she walked on, her head proudly erect, her face blazing. Peabody dared not look at her. Mrs. Randolph was so angry that she felt absolutely 111. She said abruptly that she could not go boating they must go without ber and turned back.

Peabody and Molly walked along in profound silence. To this day Molly can see distinctly the landing, and the very plank on which they stood, whilst looking around for the boatman and where, as the wind began to blow fresher, her companion insisted on putting on over her her knit shawl. It was about 11 o'clock. The sun was beating hotly down upon the planks, which sent out a faint odor of tar—to this day Molly hates tar.

Peabody left her to signal to one of the little birch canoes bobbing lazily up and down in the water. Across the waters, Harvard men were singing college songs, and their voices came floating to her. Something, she didn't know What, made tbe tears rise to her eyes. How dreadful it all was. How could she ever speak to Mr. Peabody again Just then Peabody came toward ner. "This way, Miss Molly," he said, in just his usual voice. "Our canoe is here."

As he helped her into the canoe he caught sight of her quivering lips, her tearful eyes. "Don't," he whispered. "My darling, if you do, I shall most certainly kiss you, and think how disgraceful that would be."

Molly ought to have been very angry, but she wasn't—not a bit. Splash! went tbe paddle. Peabody's idea of the view must have been vague in the last extreme for Molly heartlessly interposed her scarlet umbrella between herself and him, leaving him to occapy himself with all kinds of futile conjectures as to how she was looking and what she was doing behind it.

Thump, bang, and they ran upon tbe little pebbly beach. At one side was a steep hill, thickly wooded with pine trees, whose aromatic fragrance came wafted down to them on the crisp morning air. On tbe other was a jagged pile of stern gray rocks,with nooks ami crevices of delightful shadow.

With the quickness of long practice Peabody at once selected tbe most comfortable and the most accessible spot. As Molly was banded to tbe shore she had a desperate feeling come over her. Escape she must. But how? Peabody comprehended what was in her mind. Without a moment's hesitation he stretched out bis arms and drew her toward him. "Molly, dearest," be said, tenderly, "don't yon know what I have to tell you?"

Half resisting, half yielding, she stammers out a confused "No." ••Molly. Molly," he went on, "dont aay no. it's 'yes' you're going to say to me. Tell me, dearest, is it?"

Molly raised her hmppf confused face his shoulder. "If I from his shoulder. could only be sure," she whispered, "thatyou weren't simply doing this to spite Mrs. Crosby, and that—and that—you didn't think me one of tbe grasshoppers

Peabody, in spite of all, rows with laughter. Finally he sobers down. "Tell me," he said, "do you think me a superdllious peacock now?"

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M.

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248 Fairmont Ave. Jersey City Heights, N.

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Chlldhbod and youth are the periods when such diseases yield most readily to those un--uiflc8, Cuticura

A single dose of

Care

cleanses

Cutlcura

great Skin Cure.

Price of CtmcUHA, small boxes, GO cts. lane boxes, 91. CUTICUKA RESOLVENT,*1. per bottle. CUTICUKA SOAP. 25 cts. CtmcuHA SHAVING SOAP, 15 cts. Sold by all druggist*. Potter Drag and Chemlralto.,

ton.

BEAUTIFIERSSSy

Bos­

A 111T For Infantile and DAD 1. Birth Humors,

tie Rash, Pimples, and ttkin Blemishes, use CUTICUKA SOAP, an exquisite SKIN BEAUTIrtsR, and Toilet, Bath, and Nursery Sedative. Fragrant with delicious /lower odors Cuticura balsams. Absolutely pure highly medicinal. Indorsed by physicians p^erred by the elite. Sales in W1 aud 1882, lfiDOfiOO cakes.<p></p>CATARRH

Also specially prepared for Shaving.

e»

mi

SanfOrd's Mao real

instantly relieves the

the

nasal

One bottle Radical Cure, one box Catarrhal Sot vent and one Dr. San ford's Inhaler, In one package, of an druggists, for fi. Ask for SAxroan's RAKICALCITKE. POTTO DRUG and CmaacAX.Cfe, Boston.

A

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$200 A YEAR

CAN BE SAVED la the Living Expenses of the Family

by the use of REX MAGNUS, The Humlston Food Preservative. It preserves Meat, Fish, Milk, Cream, Eggs, and ail kinds of Animal Food fresh and sweet for weeks, even in the hottest weather. This can be proved by the testimonials of hundreds whe have tried it. You can prove i« for yourself for 50 oents. 1 Tou will find that this is an artiole which will save you a great deal of money. MO HOORKU M*LK. !i

NO SPOILED MEAT,

MO

STALE EGGS.

It will keep them fresh and sweet for many days and does not Impart the slightest toreigu taste to the articles treated. It is so simple in operation that

a

child oau follow

the directions, is as harmless as salt, and costs onlv a fraction of a cent to a pound of meat, fish, butter or cheese or to a quart of mi k. Tis is no humbug it is endorsed by such men as Prof. Sam w. Johnson of Yale College. Sod by druggists aud grocers. Sam!as

le

pounds sent pre-paid by mall or express we prefer) ou receipt of price. Name your express offloe. Vianuine brand for meat Ocean Wave for fish and sea food Snow Fl*ke for milk, butter and cheese Anti-Fer-ment, Anti-Fly and Anti-Moid, 50c. per lb. each. Pearl for cream Queen for eggs, and Aqua-Vltae for fluid extracts, $1. per In. each. THE HUMISTSN FOOB. PRESERV­

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72 Kilby St., Boston, Mass.

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OF SIDE WHEEL

Passenger Steamers

Leave Chicago Twloe Daily for

Racine and Milwaukee,'

Every morning at 9 o'clock, and every even ing at 8 o'clock, Sundav excepted. morning boat goes through Sheboygan

Saturday morning, at 9 o'clock. For and Information required,

or Freight, apply Io or address A. E. vJOOI

Tbe and

Manitowoc also, on Saturday at 8 p. m. For Ludlngton and Manistee every morning at 9 o'c ock, exoept Sunday. 1 For Kewaunee, Sturgeon Bay and MenosaW nee, every morning at 9 o'clock, exoept Set^urdays ai^SundrtyB^on Saturday jits P.m.

Monday, at 7 o'clock. For Frankfort, Plerport, Arcadia, etc., Tues-' day and Saturday morning, at 9 o'clock. For Green Bay and Escanaba Routes, every

wsODRICH, Prest, Chicago, Office: Foot of Michigan Ave.

gan

JOHN SINGLETON, Pass. Ag't, Chicago.

ELY'S

'•rean Balm,

MM

Has gained an enviable reputation wherever known, displacing all other preparations. An article of undoubted merit.

CUBK8

ROSE COLO.

la not a

Liquid orSnaf

Apply by the linger into the nostrils, it will be absorbed, effect-

HAY- FEVER

oatarrabal virus, causing heathly

es of ons.

It allays inflammation^ protects the membranal llr ing and the heiul from additional oolds, completely heals the sores and restores the sense of taste and smell. Beneficial results are realised by a few applications.

A thorough treatment will cure. Unequaled for C'OLH in (lie If BAD, Mean ache and D^aCaena. or any kind of mucous membranal irritations. Send for clicular. By mall, prepaid,GOo. a packagestamps received. Sold by all wholesale and, retail druggists. /ELY BROTHERS, Owego,N. Y.

SENT FREE.

To those suffering from the effects of youthful, errors, seminal weakness, early decay, lost manhood, etc., I will send a valuable treatise up the above diseases, also directions for self cure, free. Sendyouraddress io

F. C. Fowler, Mood us, Coun.

WHERE IT IS SOLD.

E. L. Godecke.....— Opera Houser 8. R. Baker.— -P. O, Lobby Grove Craft Terre Haute House Richard O'Brien .......National House Walsh A Smith 661 Main street AIOUKO PreelamI...Cor.4th and Lafayette St Mrs. Elisabeth McCutcheon. 1184 E. Poplarst will A Biy ..........Fari», Ills V. .Cole ....Marshall, Ills W Smith- „..._Bulllvan lnd H.S« tneheart —.. A. 0. Ues.„ John .Hanna J. K.

Lai. {doR

Elmer Hitch..., James Bosweil....~~.. Joe. A. Wright Grant Stiles H. A. Pratt.„....^„ W Bucher I. E.

Sinks

J. W. Beyer Frank Bond Johnnie Delaahmutt~. T. Jones Wm. J. Doree

J. H. Ramsay _, Wm Nicbele John A. Clxurk J. S. Bryan Harvey Stul 0. A. Buchanan.

most

violent

Sneezing or Head Golds, cleats the Head as by magic, stops watery discharges from the Nose and Eyes, prevents Ringing Noises In the Head cures Nervous headache, and subdues Chills and Fever. In Chronic Catarrh it

passages of fool mucus,

restores tbe serines of smell, taste, and hearing when affected, frees the head, throat and bronchial tnbesof offensive matter, sweetens and purifies tbe breath, stops the cough and arrests tbe pi ogress of Catarrh towards Consumption*

For the relief and preven-

CvLi.lfVJ' tion, tbe instant it is applied VOi-TAJC/ /of Rheumatism, Neuralgia, 8cUtlca,Cougha^3oldi«,Weak

Back, StomacD and Bowels,

T-x~& ^booting Fains. Numbness, Hysteria, Female Paln^Palpttatlon, Dyspepria, Liver

Complaint, Billions Fever,

r*l AiTtft* Battery combined with a

Porous

Ptaster) and

pain. ®e, evecywbere.

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Ferrell, Ills

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BrldgetoD, Ind

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Iivinpton, Ills' .Ceaterville. Ixu) ._Chrlsisan. Ill*

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Jackman_...

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Coal Bluff, lnd

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Palmer Howard John A Ira Long— fred Carpenier

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Harvey Adam OUie Devers— John Strong...,

laugh at

JBtauuton, In&

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Hell more, ind

....... CI overland, Ind Hutsonville, Ills .Newman, llls»

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Falls

Harmony, Ind"

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