Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 41, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 April 1884 — Page 7

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

OLD PROGRAMS.

Looking my treasures over To-day, I chanced upon A package of party program*

Danced through a winter gone. As I read the long listover Tbat told of tbe midnight whirl, 1 wonder a little sadly

It I were tbe aame glad girl.

Redowa,waltz and polka, Jenkins and Jones and Brown-—, Something after this order

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Dances and names are down. Overtbe names I ponderFull half I can't recall Men who were bowed to—danced wlth-

And forgotten after the ball. .But all through the season's program Tbe single letter O Is written over and over-

How much it means to me! Men ai.d names are forgottenGay partners by the scoreBut the letter and the writer

Are remembered forevermore.

.Meetings under the gaslight A bow and a passionate glance -Smiles that are set to music,

A hand-clasp in tbe dance, Nights tbat are fall of glory, Whispered vows in the waltz, "v Passion, and pain and parting,

And there the measure halts.

Ah! each life has its program, I. With its mystic let And to all its inner secrets

That letter is the key. Titles and men are forgotten— The famous and the brave— JBut that one silent letter stands

Xike a tombstone by a grave.

Romance of a Cowboy.

A favorite steamship of the White Star Line is in the act of leaviag her wharf at New York for a summer trip across the Atlantic, with every berth engaged. The bell warning "all for tbe shore" has ceased. The irrepressible straggler—who .answered on these occasions to the inevitable Derby dog—has been hustled alone the gangway which the deck hands will have off in another moment, when the band-kissing handkerchief-waving •crowd on the planks is parted as by a bomb-shell, ana a man carrying a small valise rushes through with aloud "Hold on 1" and jost manages to scramble on board. He is a remarkable man—in that company—and immediately becomes an object of interest and wonder. His butternut pants" are tucked into huge boots reaching almost up to his knees and bearing (to tbe initiated) a pictorial history of their own. They are red with the mud of the Sierras, white with tbe dust ef travel, black with the dirt of tbe New Tork long shore (the dirtiest dirt in the world), and poiished to a bright bronze where they had gripped the saddle. He wears a rough-dried white shirt, without any collar, an old blue flannel Norfolk jacket and a slouch hat, the original color of which has long since ceased to be determinable. But he slags out that "Hold on?" in the tone of a commauder-in-chief, and when he raises his sombrero in apology to seme ladies who had been disturbed oy bis irregular entrance, a very remarkable head is disclosed. Tbe passengers shrink from him right and left, as though be were some dangerous animal, ana a steward rushes up with a

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The Captain'n.cabin on deck is eugaged by the lady and two children of Senator Hiram J. Nickerson* and her bosom friend, Mrs. Plover—a young widow in her second year of colors, and one of tbe most accomplished flirts in the United States. Hon. Hiram J. has a sleeping berth in another part of the ship.

Now, Mrs. Nickerson, theugh provided with a nurse, had as usual, to take care of that person's charges in the supreme moment of departure, and so tbe sensational appearance of [that picturesque but doubtful stranger was lost upon her. He had therefore to be described. "My dear," said Cora Plover, "he is like MeKee Rankin in 'The Danites,but handsomer. He ha% lovely long browu hair passed behind his ears and rolling over hispollarja beautiful beard just a shade lighter, and violent eyes with a snap in them. If I could paint I'd take hi in as a model for the Archangel Gabriel. What is a

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the Senator, who Informed ner that male persons of whatevec^ge who tend cattle in Texas are called "cowboys" and are "a rough cn»wd," "Weshall see at dinner,"observed the widow. "I've told the pursuer to put him opposite us. He was so glad—poor man!" "The cowboy?" exclaimed her friend. "No, the pursuer. He was at his wits' end where to put him." Everybody had been declaring that they would not sit near htm." "Your are perfectly incorrigible, Cora," mid Mrs. Nickerson. "I do believe that if Jumbo were dressed up in top-boots and a slouch hat, you'd want to flirt with him."

With dinner came disenchantment. Tbe lovely brown hair, the flowing beard, ami the violet eyes with a snap in them, were indeed there, but the plotureeque attire had been replaced by a suit of unmistakably ready-made clothes, which did not tit him, and make him look from the chin downward like a very common person. "He is not a cowboy," Cora whispered to tbe Senator. He eata Ids soup like a well-bred man."

"Hush! He'll bear you." The warning came not a moment too aoon, for the violet eye* were on her, and there was a snap in them.

Served with fish, he clutched his fork as though it was a dagger, plunged it into his portion of red snapper, tore off morsfl which he deliberately placed on the portion of his knife, and so passed it @to digestion. Having finished he mopiped np the sauce with a bit of bread and at* it. Then be looked at the beautiful widow again, «nd wiped his mouth with pocket-handke! 2 ief.

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My teat is a true one," she sighed as

"Ah!" she exclaimed "you are an Englishman then "1 am an Englishman," he replied "but why the then V' "We Americans" (she said Aniertoans) "call these"—shewing for an instant the point of a delicately shod little foot— **sb068 "Nothing that comes above the instep is a shoe," lie persisted "If yon were to go into any store in New Tork and ask for boots they'd show yon—well, things such as yon n"Just as I noticed the funnel or the mainmast, or anything else one cannot help seeing,*' she replied carelessly. "Were yon going down for anything I can get you?'" "1 wanted something to read. "Yon can't read on board ship. Your eyes run over a lot of words, bnt it is not reading. If I could go to those people on deck: who have Books in their bands, and say, 'Stop right where you are, and tell me what tbe last six lines were about,' not one in ten oould answer. You seem to be a good sailor—come np and talk to me."

She looked at hi# shoes. The ends were three inches broad, and the instep was artificially wrinkled. The ends of his 'pants' wtre sprung out over the foot and stiffened after a fashion that made her shudder. His vest had hideous fancy buttons, and the cuffs of bis coat bore a vulgar elaboration of braid.

Could she—accustomed to the homage of golden youth in its most strict tensebrush skirts with this distressing suit The butternut trowsers and the slouch bat were tbe right things in their way. She oould have been seen with him in them. body not pretend to "be anything cowboy,and was spoken to assuch. But here was a pretense and a failure.

She hesitated. "I think I understand," he said, noticing her embarrassment. "We have not been regularly introduced, and I don't see bow we can be, as I know no one on board.—My name is Turner, and I was christened James. My father is a farmer in Hampshire, has rather a large place there, but I am a younger son and had to look out for myself. I've been silvermining in Nevada and have 'made' my

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class passengers." For all answer this man hands him his valine (a brand new one) saying: "Take that to No. 142, and tpen come back and show me the way to tbe bathroom." He follows the wandering waiter a step or two, whispers something in his ear and (apparently) shakes hands with him. Opinions differ as to whether he is a digger from Leadville, a Mormon Elder, an escaped convict, or a Texan I *4Cowboy," ana the important question —what la to be done with htm at table? being a first-class passenger—arises

not a very lofty one, but enough— me." If in his dress some hideous errors fall, Look in his face and you'll forgive them all. Some such paraphase of the famous couplet niubt have passed through Cora Plover's mind. She looked in his face as be spoke, and met the violet eyes (without any snap in them now) listen-' ed to the soft but well-toned voice, and —gave in.—He was an Englishman that accounted forany amount of eccentricity. She was Cora Plover, and oould lay down tbe law to everybody that was anybody on board the ship. "If you wish it," she replied and on deck they went arm in aim, a manifestation and a wonder. "Now tell me all about yourself," she said, when her chair bad been found and placed where it couldn't roll over, and she was properly packed up in rugs against the snray. He told her little about himself, but

He told her littl much about the life

he had been leading—its privations and adventures, Its perils ana its pleasures, and tbe splendors of nature in the land where it had been passed. And he told her all this well, in good English, and that low, musical voice. "Do you know," she asked him, when the first bell rang for dinner, "that you artfvery interesting*?" He smiled, and something like a veiled snap came over his violet eyes. must Introduce you to my friends—I would so like, Mr. Turner you have done me an immense service. Ob, yes, you have! I know I should have been horribly smashed up if you hadn't caught me. Will you let me do you a little one in return

A real snap came into his eyes now. "One does not seek a return for such things. "But if it is for your good?" pleadingly. "Go on." "And you will not be offended "If there be no offense," he replied, gravely. "None is meant, I do Assure you. You are so nice in many respects tbat—perhaps it was thoughtlessness or that you did not realize your return to civilization but yesterday at dinner you—don't be angry—you ate with your knife. "Why not?" "Why not! Good gracious! It 1b the horror of horrors!" 'That is an assertion, not an answer. I repeat—why not "in the first place, you made me so nervous I "That is quite enough," he interrupted. If it annoyed you my question is answered. 1 will not eat with my knife again."

Dressing for dinner, tbe widow had a great deal to tell Mrs. Niokersen about the so-called "cowboy," pitched with some adroitness in an apologetic key.

Anew paradoxus." said the Senator, when he also was told. "A male of tbe human race who looks an archangel, dresses like a cad, talks like an encyclopoedia and wants to argue the question as to the propriety of eating with one's knife!" "Ah, yes," Cora pleaded. "But how nicely he gave it up I"

The Senator smiled and asked: "Is he to join the ranks of your forlorn hope, Mrs. Plover?" 'Nonsense! I mean to civilise him— that's all." "But if in the process be meets the common doom "He is big enough to take care of himself.

Besides"—with a laugh—"if I am the flirt you all pretend to think me, I must not go* out of practice."

This conversation took place at the door of the Captain's cabin just aa the dinner gong began its deafening din. As tbev went down Mr. Turner was formally introduced by the widow to her friends. He used his fork for Its legitimate purpose, and in no way committed himself during the repast. At its conclusion he betook himself to the smoking* room and' waa seen no more tbat

ttlght. "At an sen, "be has the good taste not to force mi

Sw left the table. "He a cowboy." and vulgar the usual fetters of families The next morning going below about to travel in "Yurrup," la watchto get a book out o? «vhrary, she fol agony leal tbeir wives and children stripped upon tbe ell|r wijring 1 should io something which other men's of th« iut*ttion «talr». and fell #d-j wives and children did not do, not get long iuw tw1 arms of a man »hu v*aa something which other men's wives and joat coming out of tha amokinjr mom. I ohIMren got, or be bereft of what other "Oh. thank* Brad?!' ahe gasped{ men's wive* and children had the nasal when be had »l*ew her a settee. "I British officers from Canada should have hurt *\»fu' vif—1 nn- on leavp and speaking on not think what made we fali.': other the usual fanny man "I can," be replied. ,'It waa thf puns on the materials of his reports the heals on your boota," usual engineers from Newcastle, tklni-

observed Mrs. Nicker-

himself upon na. You scared him with your air," naid Cora, petulantly. "That' the way with you Washington Your husbands go spouting democracy all over the country to get you your position, aad then you tarn your backs

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upon every one who isn't in ytmr set." Tbe apeak eccentric tb "Hie male paase&freisi can) consisted of the usual bagmen—loud

i« speaker was one of those wbo do itric things to shew their power. *(throe parte Ameri-

going home oly to each who makes

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

rate actors going to lose their savings in a summer theatre. Boston professors and New York duaes.

In English society we know of no power equal to which. a handsome, young and rich woman (who can compass the attendance at her parties of European celebrites) wields in New York, and out of it so far as her fane has spread. The moment she set her foot on board, this one looked round for a slave—a carrier of books and a tuckerin of wraps—to make himself generally useful, and (if possible) amusing during the voyage, ana to be tnrown aside with her salt-stained gloves when it was ended. She theught she oould score by appointing tbe "cowboy" to this post. There was dash, eccentricity, daring in the choice, and it scored. The cowboy became a personage. Even the callow subalterns made his acquaintance and offered him cigarettes.

Theoowboy accepted these overtures with frank bluntness, but did not follow them up. He did not enter upon the duties of the high appointment which the Mr widow had unmistakably bestowed^* and this worried her. It would netf do for her to take up a man, and for to drop her. For any man tc drop m. was out of the question. It was all Mrs Nickersen's fault, chilling him with herCJ Washington ways. So one morning when the Senator had vacated the chair between these ladies, and the cowboy was pacing tbe deck, Cora gave him one of her best smiles, and said, with her pretty band on the unoccupied seat: "Oh, Mr. Turner, won't you come and tell my friend some of those charming stories about Nevada? Sheds dying to hear them." This was a fib.

The cowboy seated himself, and without a word of depreciation or preface did as be was told. Cora found herself listening like another Desdemona, and when he had done, and she wanted a glass of lemonade, she did not like to send him for it.

Afterward they took a turn on deck, and she cross-examined him on various subjects. Yet—he had passed most of bis young days on his father's farm, but (impressively) he had been to school, and to London. Why, of course, he was going straight home. By-and-bye to liOl he would go' ndon again, and this

was his plan—propounded with business like gravity. He would get hold of some young swell, pay bis tailor's bill, and get him to be nis guide and intorducer to the gayeties of the great Metropolis. Qora was shocked. "And de you really think that any gentleman would do suck a thing she asked. "Lots," said the cowboy, decisively.

What's the harm? My fellow will want money. I want society. If he gives me good society for my good money we shall both be satisfied. If a a fellow can buy a wife, why can't he hire a pal "You have certainly very odd ideas, Mr. Turner*. I hope they will not be disappointed." The fair widow spoke sharply, for his premise about buying wives had been proved in her own case.

Perhaps he saw that he had offended her. Perhaps his confidence in the means proposed for getting into society was shaven. "Of course, you know better than I do," he observed apologetically. "Won't you advise me what to do would you just help me a little

This "was a poser, for she had not the least intention of knowing him on shore but her woman's wit was equal to the oocasion. "My dear Mr. Turner," she said, "with all your natural good qualities, you will be under no necessity to buy friends. You will make them." "I dare say you wonder," he went on "why a rough fellow like me should want to go into society. If you knew what it is to live for years without the sight of a woman's face, or worse—in the sight of faces which disgrace womanhood, you'd understand. When you got over your high—well, when you smiled at me that day and let me talk to you, it was like a draught of eool water after a day's ride in the hot dust of the canyons."

They were leaning over the ship's side —he gazing at the blue waves, laced with finest traceries of foam, that swirled past she furtively watched him. She knew what it meant when a man's voice falls and falters, and when he cannot look the woman to whom he is speaking in the face and a thrill of triumph ran through her. This was big game. She felt as a man accustomed to slay pigeons and partridges feels when his first stag rolls over the rocks.

The usual concert for the benefit of the Liverpool Orphanage came off in the usual way, with the usual sotto-voce rehearsal at the cabin piano. It leaked out that the ccwboy codld sing—could sing "My Queen," and Cora agreed to accompany him, but with some reluctance. Tbe end of the voyage was approaching, and it was almost time to wean him. Besides, if he should break down, or vulgarize tbe sweet song, part of the discredit would fall on her.

It was the triumph of the evening! He sang it with a power and tenderness she had never heard excelled. His voice rang in triumph, and broke with tears. He was a conqueror crowning his queen with victory. He was the slave of her love, kissing the hem of her pure white robe. "I am proud of you," she whispered— and her voice was just a little broken— as she rose, declining at his bidding the second encore, loudly as it was demanded.

Tbe song rang in her ears all tbat night and held her sleepless. Of course he had sung it at her o/ her for her. his queen! The mol She waa molodious, ueenl passionate worship filled bar with delight

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and then she cried with sheer vex ation to think that a man who could sing with such exquisite taste should have to be told not to eat with his knife. It was most unscrupulous of fortune to give him tbe voice of a troubadour and the externals of a shop-boy. It was very well for bim to sing: Whether her birth be noble or lowly, I care no more than the spirit above, And 111 give my heart to the lady's keeping And ever her strength on mine shall lean. And the stais shall weeping

Ere 1 eease to love her, my my qoeenl But for her, Com Plover? what would Fifth avenue say if this human paradox were to be photographed and exhibited aa one for whom she had lain awake a whole summer night?

At Queenstown she received several letters, and among tbem tbe.follewiDg: Dearest Oora: All our deeply laid traveling plans are scattered to tbe winds, ana braad-uew ones must be made. It to all my fault, and yeu shall scold me as much aa you can find it in

yeur heart to do when you see my excuse. He Is Lord Marden, eldest aon of the Earl of Ttcehwrat, and a darling, 'i We are to be asarrfedoti the 15th, so you caeenly. must hurry up. Papa has taken this!* bair/'

hurry up. for tbe occasion, and your room 1 Is waiting for you. Jack has some mysterious business of bis own In Liverpool, so I have ordered him to meet you, and that saa

pass your baggage, and all thing, and be your escort As we shall meet so soon.'I

"P. 8.—Jack is Lord Marden. J. Inquiry waa made for a Mr. Turner when the tug came alongside for the mails.

Cora read her letters and consulted her peerage (no proper minded American woman will travel without a peerage) and looked out Hcehurst—thus: "Hcehurat, 8th Earl. John Stephens Mayne, only sou of 7th Earl, born at Chulington Royal, 1830 married 1852. •lien Violet, Id daughter of Admira Sir Claudius Turnour, K. C. B. has issue 1, John Ashton. Lord Marden, born 1856 2, James Claudius, born 1854 late Scots Guards J. Violet Alexandra, born 1857. Seats—Chillington Royal Killpeg, N. B., No. 189 Grosvenor place. Clubs—Carlten, Travelers'."

So "Jack" had a brother, who would be—speaking formerly—the Honorable James Mayne. Mayne The name seemed familiar to her somehow. Where had she heard of it, or who had written about it? Could he be tbe unrindpled but delightful "Jim" filayne ut whom a gushing friend of her girlmarried in London, had written shocking stories some for or five ago? re was a fog in the Mersey, of when the big ship flea ted with e, and the tender with Custom people, clerks from the company's and favored friends of the pasup an benefit,

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looking in vain for the cowboy. uld never do for bim and "Jack" paW so the plan was to wish him 0 qjbye in the most decisive manner atl the other came on board, and thus of him. How tiresome he was! did he not appear, and take his iissal in this convenient way? ming dimly on the tender's bridge red a handsome man of about 30, frtTsh-faced, eloee-cropped. dapper, specklessl dresseed from his pointed shoes to his ourly head as though he had just been picked up in St. James' street and dropped where he stood. He was the first on board, and "to him"—as the old dramatists say—went rushing another handsome man of the same age, fresh-faced, close-cropped, dapper, speckless 1 costumed as though he also had boon spirited direct from the same "celebrated eminence"—only he had no flower on his coat. They grasped each other by the band, set their teeth, breathed, hard and fought down their feelings as only Britishers can. They couldn't speak just then to save that ship from going straight to the bottom. The just articulate words tbat came were something about "the mother" and Queenle.

In a few, minutes the one without a flower took the other up to where Cora stood, this is Lord Marden, whom think you expect."

The usual questioning followed, with most contradictory answerings. Yes, she had a most delightful voyage^

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and been very sick, and tbe weather had been dreadful, and she had enjoyed herself 80 much! She did not know what she was saying. She never bad suffered from sea-sickness, but something very like the first admonition of it came over her. Things heaved and swam around her and the benes of her knees melted. In the midst of quite another subject she broke in with: "But who—who—was the gentleman that introduced you "Why, my brother, of course! He came over with you. Surely—" "Oh. impossible!" gasped Oora, and if she nad not olung to the rail she might have made another header down the companion. Tbe flowerless one came up at this moment, and, noticing her tribulation and the appealing look she gave him, said: "Let me take you out of this crowd. There is no hurry. We shall not anchor for aiiother half hour." Aft they went to the rail over which they had so often leaned, and then he began: "I don't like to tell you what an idiot I made of myself before I went to America. Let me begin at the names, where I was known by my mother's name, spelled Tumour. There was heard something about my brother Jack which worried me. I left at five minutes' notioe, just as I stood. In New York I had only time to buy some ready-made clothing and scramble on board as yon saw. My brother, dear old fellow, who remembers everything, made my tailor send me some things to Queenstown. I have had my hair cut and sacrificed my beard in a barber's shop this morning, and am Jim Mayne again. That's all," "You—you said your father was a farmer," Cora faltered. "So ne is. Good tenants are scarce in these hard times, so he farms most of his own land." "But you ate with your knife 1" "Myaear Mrs. Plover, you kindly took an interest in me as the Wild Man of tbe Sierras, and I bad to keep up the character. I used to be a great hand at theatricals, and" (very markedly) "must not get out of practice."

MiseiV! shame! and utter discomfiture He had overheard her conversation with the Senator! It would be told as a good story bow she had mistaken "Jim Mayne for a cowboy and set herself to civilize him! Her shame would be all over the clubs before the week was out. London correspondents to American parjTS would get hold of it, spice it up, anr'Snd it over for friends and rivals to" ^jke merry about. She would be poi who hurt. ed, dt was as self fro

out as the Yankee woman with Jim Mayne and got as unbearable! She was rulnundone on both sides. It }ch as she could do to save herurstlng into tears. came. continued the whilom cowboy, "I'm not at all proud of the as low comedy in every sense

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carel part. II of the s. Please to to wet shall, it you could imagine that our acquaintance began five minutes ago, and allow me to cultivate it in my pro-

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jr person, you would do me a faVer. me you will." She ventured to look in his face, and it told her that her secret was safe. "I do promise," she murmured, "and more —I understand aad thank you."

Tbey bad two hours to wait for the train, and spent it at tbe station hotel. There the Nickersens bad taken rooms, and Mrs. Plover retired with ber friend. The brothers oould talk now, and did. "So," said Jim, "it's oome to this. You are going to marry a rich wife whoae ley will pay oft tbe mortgages. The about keepng for Molet's marriage is relieved ana so be will pay my debts and start me afresh. Now, then, what does all this coat you "I nave proposed to give you five bun rfirt AaIIam VMV Jitrlr

money dear old governor's anxiety about 1 ing up tbe title and providing for let's marriage is relieved and so be

dred dollars" a year/' replied Jack, "1 oaa do it without turning

Pshaw I'm not thinking of wmnay. Jack. old boy. you deserve to be bappy, uid I've come fike a letter from tbe Pacific slope to see that you are. Most

rot of a women would love you if you wanted

escort UD to town. I tbem to, but you must marry the one soon,I «nbalf*m»ove. J/ott think Wre j^ngto

craxy with tron«*«u fiends, no more at make sacrifice of your life for the title, present, from your ever-loving orfor A iolet, or forme— i—w Jade laughed. "Oh, you're there, are

you? Wait till you.see Jessie. Why, Jim, if she hadn't a penny she—" He was over head and ears in love end going to be married in three days so let those who have been in his place fill up the list of adjectives which he expanded on his bride.

When he had done, Jim took a slip of paper out of his waistcoat pocket and handed it to his brother. "That yours," he said. "Awfully good of you, but I didn't want it."

It was a check for £200, .signed Mjurden. "Dldnt want it?" "No. I've made a little pile. The mortgages would have been all right anyhow, and Yiolet, too, Jack. If felto think thieves,

Why, Jim!" "I've three hundred shares in a silver mine, which brings iu five dollars each a month and they're rising. I've left orders to sell out when they get to seven and a half. Tbat will pay my debts, put back Violet's money, and give me about five thousand a year." "Dollar?"

No guineas—about. So if Queenle, God bless her!—" Here Jim pretended that his leg had gone to sleep, and stamped. "I didn't know you thought so much about her," mused Jack, "Thought! why I loved the very dust under her feet, but she would not believe me—or any one else either—because I had made such an ass of myself with—well, that's all over. So, if Queenie will have me, I'll settle down. Take one of the governor's farms, perhaps, and bully him about improvements. Become a squire and hunt the hounds. I've had enough of London life as I led it, and I'd just as soon dip my wife in the main sewer as let her enter it."

Mrs. Plover—exquisitely dressed, and looking as happy as though she had never heard of cowboys—attended her Jessie's wedding. When the last handful of rice and the last slipper had been flung at the happily released pair, first man Jim, leading one of the bridesmaids, a lady not humble in her aspect or proud, but of "that sweet color which is lust between," approached her and said: "Let me introduce—m^ Queen! I think, perhaps, there may be another wedding soon." "My dear," Cora told the blushing girl with Ameioan frankness, "if he can make love as he sings love songs, there is no perhaps about it." '. Seven Wise Men Baffled.

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Baa deen ieafd in hundred* of emm, never /Mlstl arrest mnd mere CUtlf8VM.PTION, if token in NSNL It Cures Coughs. It Cures Asthma* It Guresy Bronchitis,

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engem of tlM sretem,** producing appo tlto, sound digestion, malar stools, a clear Skin and a vigorous body. 'I'li'AT'S FttM cans® no nausea or griping nor Inftnrfere with daily work and area perfect

ANTIDOTE TO MALARIA.

US FEEMI X.HEB A 5EW Ki9. I have bad Dyspepsia, with Constipation, two years, and nave tri*l ten different kinds of pills, and TTIT* arc the first that have done me any good. They have cleaned me oat nlsely. My appetite splendid, food digest* readily, and now have nattual pamajt*& 2 feel like anew raaa.* W.JdTedVTABD3, Palmyra, O. Soidfmyetieretdtfe. Office,** H«rraySC,V.Y.

TUTTSHAIR DYE.

GSAT fUra OR WIRTSKKHS changed instantly to a Gfcossr BUCK by a stogie application of this Dm SoUl by Druggists, or seat bi sent tojr express cm. receipt of 1»

Gfflee, Murray ftreet, 1few York. mrt MAR8AI ef rem Rftttm nro.

HK IMPROVED

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Appetite* Bowels costive, Sick Headache, faluieu alter wtiac, aversion adad, EnMtaUoa exertion of bod ef food,

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It Cures Hoarseness. It Cures. Tightness of the Ch wfc It Cures Difficulty of Breati 4«sf BROWN'S ExpEcyof vq la Specially Meeomtnmnded

Waoofure CQVSM*fot

It witt ehorten the duration ef the fi—« and alleviate the psiwfim ef eemfhfem* to aa te enable the child to pmee thremgh It without leaving any eerioue MHUJIIWIW.

PRICE, 50c and fj,

A. KIEFER, '""':ii

IndianajfcliSt

No. 4x5* OHIO STREET,

TERRE HAUTE, INDI^. I (EHabUehed 1878.) Ar all JHeeateofthe Eye, Ear, Head,Ko*k

Throat, Lunge and all Chronic Zl»iasss.

nMft»»EiiMiatly

KA8E8:

CHRONIC DISEASES of Wo

Children Fiatala, Pllaa, L.tmaa,Caoeara, OufcV Habit, Kbenmatlam, Neuralgia, Bfcln Disease*. BASKS of tbe STOMACH, lifVBB, SFLBBN, HI diseases of the Kidney* and Bladder, and all diae« tbe Oenito-Urltiary System. ALL NEBVOOS

Paralysis, Chorea or St. Vltna Daaoe, Bgfe

lepsy, Catalepsy, SCROFULA in all its forms, aad Uh those diseases not successfully treated by ine "{Mm Physician" aad Deformities of all kinds, ana Instranieafe furnished. ELECTAlCITT and EZECTBICBA TMB

All eases of Agne. Dumb Ague or snd Fever, Fistula, Piles, Oloers and F1

of the Kectum, Lupus, most Cancers, most Skin eases, Female Diseases generally. Granulated Ulcers of the Cornea, Weak and Sore Byes, Oi of tbe Bye, Bar, Nose, Throat or Skin 'BaMmaC Spermatorrhoea or diseases peculiar to Men and Tiisla

Operations for Pterygium, Strabismus or Oroes

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States Scales.

./agon, Stock, Cbal, Hopper, Dormant Raft--roBtl track and others, all sizes. The bent improved Scales in the world, soldit atpricea tbat defy competition. send for illustrated circular. Address

UNITED STATES SCALE CO. Terre Haute, lad.

Office and works on south Fourth Street. (Patented May 18th, 187*-Peb. 36th, Itm. Two patents Dec. 20th 1882.) 8. J. AUSTIN. Patentee.

IT LEADS ALL.

No other blood-purifying mediein* Is or has ever been prepared, vlUch so pletely meets tho wants of physicians au4 the general pablta as

Ayefs

oT Win* neglected

some dntf, Btatem, Flntterlnjc at tbe Heart, Ante t»efc»re the eree, hlshlT eol« ore* Urine, COmnPlTiO^ and demand tbe ose of remedy that acts directly on the Liver. As aLiver medicine TUTT'S PILUS have no eqaaL Their action on tbe Kidneys aad Skin is also prompt: removing all Imparities through

It leads the lirtas a tru!x"c!cn',:fl« proper*. turn /or all blood disease If iu*fcingtaist oi SarrfniA j*»t rEB'S SAB "ABijUtA vm expel it iron. nfg'am,

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CATARRH

For'eonstitntlonftl or senrfaiofw -rfef Area's 8ausa*AHii.i. true rcraedv. It has *1 cases. It will stop the nau^/ae catarrhal discharges, sad remove the (riekew bu odor of tbe breath, which ate tedtauiom ofserofalous origin. "H«tto,Te*.,S«pt.»,1*2. "Attheageof two of

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ULCEROUS

Qnnrn my children was wrribiy adi OwHCa vrnt oleerou* rua rxc* ea it» face asd neck. At tbe sain- tfroe its eye* were swollen, insch inflamed, and rerj ne.

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Bright'* Disease sad Billons Colle, Kte.

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