Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 43, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 April 1884 — Page 8

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

AN EASTER EGG.

'Continued from Sixth Page. i-K, And A vice was very willing to be left •alone. She worked on through the long day and covered the Easter eggs with many a daint device of bird and Datterfly and a flower-wreathed nest, with ecclesiastical erableinea and mottoes duly intermingled. The last one was finished in the pale March twilight, and laid with the others on a majolica dish, whose deep green color made an effective background for them. Gertrude, coming down stairs in dinner dress, all shimmering silk and lace, met her cousin coming up, pale and tired, with the dish in her hands. "Ob, you dear thing! You have finvlsbed tbem all, and bow lovely they are!

Who would have thought you were such «n artist? Mortimer!"—as his tall figure appeared in the vestibule—"do •come and look at Avice's pretty work. £ltop dear, one minute!'

But Avice left the dish in her cousin's bands and sped lightly upstairs, just in time to avoid the meeting. And instead ot making baste to dress for dinner, she •quietly disrobed herself and laid her weary little body down to rest. Nobody missed ber very much, tbougb, of course, all the due regrets were expressed, and tea and toast and acopite-drops were «ent up when dinner was declined. But

Avice knew that ber absence was a relief, and she cried herself to sleep, wishing that she bad wings like a dove, and could fly to ber father's arms that very night.

She could not very well make-tier flight before the next day, however, but that she bad decided upon already. She announced the decision when she appeared at breakfast in the morning, and bad a small compensation for ber own chagrin in seeing the perturbation it 43AUIS6Cl« "Going borne to-day!" Mrs. Lippincott exclaimed, her face reddening with painful consciousness. And mv Lord Mortimer looked down into his plate with a sudden sense of alarm, and some honest shame, too, both of which expression Avice discerned with a woman's swift apprehension. 'Yes,'' she answered, quietly. iady, I

"I have

put it off too long already, think. I came to the conclusion yesterday that I •ought to be at home, so 1 wrote to papa to meet me at Detroit to-morrow night." "And never spoke of it to us I 1 declare, Avice, you have a startling way of doing things," cried Adelaide, angrily. "1 suppose you have your reasons, but—" "Yes, I have my reasons," Avice returned, trying to smile, but faltering a little in her speech. "You have all been very kind—but—am getting rather homesick, I believe. 1 have been away so long from papa, "lay I be excused now 1 ought to begin my packing." "Certainly, my dear," Mrs. Lippincott answered coldly, ana Avice left the room and there was a family conclave afterward, in which seme hot and hasty words were exohauged between the eleelegant Mortimer and bis ladv mamma. It was clear enough to both of tbem that the colloquy in the smoking-room bad been overheard, and it was tfoe natural thing, of course, for my lord to put the blame on bis mother for speaking to bim, rather than upon himself for giving cause for speed*.

Avice did not know, or much oare, what they were saying of her downstairs. She was pwttlnfc together her belongingB with all speed* for the carriage which she had asked one of the servants to order for her would be at the door in an hour, and she had no time to •pare. She had planned it so purposely, and was Intlnitely glad when the hurried leave-takings were over, and the weatward-bound train was actuallv bearing her out of the great city which •she baa come to so eagerly two months ago.

It was a sad and sober little face that -looked out upon the reoeding streets and bouses a sorrowful little heart that said to itself, "1 shall never see them again."

But of ssrrow is born wisdom, and as the groat city vanished, its illusions fadea, and Avice began to appreciate the reality of things. She contrasted the bomely, hearty hospitality of hsr father's house with the many little shams and meaunesses that she nad seen, and shut her eyes to, in her aunt's. She ooropared bis simple manners and uncultured speech with her cousin Mortimer's elegance and asked herself what the airy grace was worth in the balance with manly truth and unselfishness. "My father would never have trifled with a girl's heart for his own amusenaeat," she said to herself.

And then she fell *o wondering if in any circumstances Jack Ooleburn could have made love to one woman while he was intending to marry another. Lily McAllister—aa she had discovered by some apparently careless questions—was an heiress, not very pretty, or otherwise desirable nut immensely rich, asd very fond of Mortimer. "He could marry her any day he chose," said Gertrude, carelessly. And Avice knew he would marry her, not for love but for money. Would Jack Ooleburn do that? she wondered. And said no to herself with involuntary indignation. Net he) He could not dress, or dance, or talk, or look like an English nobleman but he would marry the girl he loved, or no* body.

An uneasy remembrance of some penciled words on an egg-shell crossed her mind this moment. What could they possibly meant Was J. C. really Jack Coleburu, and if so, was he advertising tor a lady-correspondent, "with a view to matrimony?" A pang of involuntary jealousy shot through hi rancgr, thoug herself that It

She had written to her father to meet ber at Detroit, from wbwicv a branch train mast be taken to Merivale, fifty miles beyoad. her tetter bad gone twenty-fear hours Inn ranee of herself, and it never oocnrt t. her that anything mig hi ., from coming, until itSMiked behind her that this sn« was &oing to make it bad for the way-train*, and he reckoned that gpmt many folks would have to put up In iK'irt'ii to-night h:«t hadn't meant to: suppose ber

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fsncy, though she Indignantly a erself that It was utterly absurd, The long day, the longer night, tlx weary day's travel through a •hick-fall-ing enow-storm, were unutterably dreary. Tbe outer world was shut from sight by the multitudinous whirl of white flakes, and our little traveller was shut into a solitude of spirit such as never before had encompassed her. Oh, (or tbe welcome night and tbe dear abetter or her father's am! Would she never, never reach It?

Isvod or block It washor«u**' was .tUt Op* 1! there

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a blockade on the western branch, and no train bad left Mertvale since noon! Avioe turned away from the blunt official who had given her such ill news with a stunned sensation, as if she had had a blow. The lights, the noi«8, tbe hurrying crowd, bewildered her the air pf the steam-heftted waiting-room waa sickening. She sat down somewhere, feeling dazed and faint, and tried to think what she should do. There were people in Detroit that knew her father, ana would help her in her strait, if she could only find them. But how to do that in the night and the storm? Who were they, and how? What were the names of those erayhe&ded men who came out to Mertvale sometimes and dined with her father, and bought wheat ef him? Smith—Robinson—Potter?

A vice's brain seemed to whirl around like a teetotum in a vain effort to recall names that ebe knew as well as ber own. Cuiious sparks shot to and fro before her eyes, and the floor was a see-saw, tilting up and down. With a desperate consciousness that she was in danger of fainting, and a wild desire to avert such a catastrophe, she opened her travellingbag, and fumbled in it for a little bottle of spirits of camphor that she remembered having brought with her. Some small object she clutched and drew forth, and held to her nose with frantio exertions. Then, somehow, memory faded and effort ceased, and everything grew blank before her eyes. As she swayed forward helplessly somebody leaped toward her with a sudden outcry ana caught her in strong arms, "Avice! Avice! is it youf"

The voice was like something heard in a dream—so faint, so far away! But it seemed to Avioe, even in the reeling blankness of ber sorrow, that she knew It, and that tbe strong arms about ber had somehow alight to hold her in that close and tender clasp. At all events, when her eyes unclosed and she saw Jack Coleburn's bearded face almost touching her own, and heard his passionate whisper, "My darling! my darling!" It was no shock to her wakening sensibilities. On the contrary, her first consciousness was one of sweetest rest and oonteut and her smile of recognition set Jack's heart to beating with tumultuous hopes, sprung to an un-dreamed-of resurrection.

Some weeks later, when Miss Barton had quite recovered from a slight illness, incident upon the fatigues and excitements of her journey, Mr. Ooleburn drove up to her door one afternoon with a neat little turnout. April sunshine had meltea the March snowbanks, and there was an Easter brightness over the world, though Easter Day was a thing, of the past. "I wish you'd tell me something, Avice said Jack, familiarly, as they rolled along a level road that begun to show the greening tints of spring-time. "What's the virtue in eggs to keep off a fainting fit?" "In eggs!" repeated Avice, bewildered. "What ao you mean, Jack?" "Well, when 1 found yon that night In the depot you were holding an egg to your nose." said Jack, laughing gayly at the recollection. "It was the aroll look of it that called my attention to you in the first place. I never dreamed of your being In that crowd, you know." "An egg!" repeated Avice again. "What nonsense, Jack. It was a cam-phor-bottle." "No such thing it was an egg and a hard-boiled one at that: which waslucky, considering that it was smashed between US." "Jack, you dou't mean to say—"

Avioe stopped, ber cheek livid with blustMM. Now she could account for the disappearance of that mysterioui egg which she hsd secretly boiled to insure its safe carriage, and which she had never seen since she brought it from New York. "Jaok,^ she exclaimed suddenly, "what's tbe number of your postdfflce box?" "Forty-eight was the prooftptanswer. "What has that got to do with iff "Everything, "returned Aviee demurely. "It enables

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cate with J. C. according to request." Jack looked thunderstruck. "Did that fall into your hands? he oried incredulously. "It fell back again into yours' it seems," she said, mischievously. "What made you mash it, always, since it did me such a good turn."

Upon my word I shall believe after this that Tom Tefflerts is a genius," laughted Jack. "He said it would bring me a wife, and it did. It brought

you

me, Miss Avice in spite of that last word of yours that spoiled my sleighride." "1 am not your wife yet, Mr. Coleburn," with a pretty toss of her head "and unless yosi can explain to me why you are sending your name and address to strange ladies, on egg-shells—*'

Jack caught her in his arms and explained satisfactorily. But poor Tom Lefferts carries a yearning heart still for his dove has never returned to the art.

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An Engineer's Story.

Charles Hard in "good cheer." Railroad men, taken as a whole, are rather a matter-of-fact sort of people. That can hardly be wondered at,'however, for there is no profession in the whole catalogue so utterly and thoroughly real. There is no romance aboat it. While the stage-drivers of the days sot our fathers were thegatherero-up and holders of material which would have sufficed the requirements of half a dozen novelists, everything about the life of the railroad man of the present day is as hard and unromantic as iron and Steel can make it.

To be sure, there are sometimes exceptions—all rules have them—and one comes to me just now. A little more than a year ago I found myself on an express train on one of the leading railroads of New England. The superintendent was an old friend of mine, and as luck would have it he was oa board. Naturally we fell into conversation. During our talk 1 expressed my regret at not being able to see more of the delightful soenery through which we were passing. "How would you like to ride upon the engine?" asked the superintendent with a smile^ as if he thought that was the last thing I would care to do. XZZ "Above all things," I replied. "I've always wanted a ehance to ao that." "Really?" said he. "Then you shall try it. We shall reach W in ten minutes, and I'll put you on the engine when we stop."

And he did. The engineer seemed a good enough sort of fellow, but for the first dozen miles he didn't seem inclined to talk. After a time he grew more communicative, and enlightened me in regard to a good many things about railroading which I never knew before. "Do you see," said he suddenly, pointing with one hand, while the other firmly grasped the lever, "do you see that Bend in the road yonder? There Is a clump of trees this side, and thirty rods or so beyond it the turnpike crosses

Wait till we've got past, and

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of my life." There was no station at the place pointed out not even a platform but the train slackened its speed as we reached it, and came almost to a standstill at the crossing—a curious thing for an express to do in so uninhabited looking a locality. In another minute we were regaining our lost speed. "I suppose it's all foolishness," said the engineer, "but I can't help it. I couldn't keep up Bpeed over that crossing if you were to give me jl.000. It's the only spot on the whole line that makes me feel nervous, and there's good reasons for it." "You promised to tell me when

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past," stud I. "Was it an accident "No you could hardly call it an accident but then it was the nearest to one that ever happened. If it had been an accident I'd have thrown myself under the wheels of the next train. As it was I wasn't fit for work for three weeks, pnd then I had to go on another part of tbe line."

'You see, when an engineer runs over the same road, day in and day out, for half a dozen years, he gets to know things so well that at times he is naturally a bit careless. I had run for four years on the noon express—the same train we are on now—and there wasn't afoot of the sixty miles I didn't know as well as my father's doorway. One afterneon—I remember it better th*p any other afternoon in my whole life— I was spinning along the road on this very' engine a mile or two back from the crossing we just passed. It was the latter part of September, and the leaves were beginning to turn. I don't know how it happened, but while I was looking at the wooas and orchards as we rushed past tbem, I sort of lost myself. I forgot all about where I was, ana was thinking how beautiful it must look up in the country where I was born, ana febout old times when 1 was a boy, long enough before I say the engine, it couldn't have been more than a minute or two, but then a great deal can happen on a railroad in that time. "All at once I heard a shout, or rather scream. It brought me to myself in an instant. We were just coming on the curve. Right ahead, tearing down the turnpike teward the track, was a woman swinging her arms and shouting at the top of her voioe. I felt that something was the matter, and in a twinkle I had my engine reversed, and whistled down brakes. I had been making up lost time, and me were going at such a fearful rate of speed, I was afraid it was of no use. Just then we rounded the clump of trees, and I took the whole thing at once. Right in the center of the track, not more than a dozen rods ahead stood a baby-carriage, and in it— as true as I'm telling you—a baby! It was wide awake, I oould see that, and it smiled as we came down upon it, as if it thought the engine was some great plaything. I had no time to guess how it came there—no time for anything. My brain was in a whirl. I knew we must strike it, but I eould no more stir than that lever could move of Itself. I just shut my eyes and waited. I was all over in a minute. The train was slowup rapidly, but I felt it strike the carriage, ud almost fancied I could hear it being crushed under tbe wheels. Then we came to a stop. I don't know bow long I should nave stood there dreading to open my eyes if it hadn't been for my ore man. 'Be a mas, will you?' said he, giving me a rough shake. His nerves were stronger than mine, but his hands and voice trembled, for all that." "I gave a quick glance in front of tbe ne, dread:'

believe me—there was the little carriage the baby sitting straight up in it, smiling just the same as a minute before. You see, the cow-catcher had struck it fairly between tbe wheels, and instead

the mother had reached the spot, never saw such strength in a woman. She snatched the carriage off the track, ran with it up to the bank, took out tbe baby, sat on the grass, and then fainted dead away. Her husband and a dozen neighbors were there a minute later, and aa no one was hurt, and none of us could do any particular good, we went back to tbe train, started np wain, and got in oaly eight minutes behind time. As I tola you, it was tbe last trip I made for ween, and I can never pass that spot to this day without tbe old feeling coming over me." __________

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THE HOME CIRCLE.

NOT LIFK.

The mere lapse of yearn is not life. To eat and drink and sleep to be exposed to darkness and tbe lignt to pace aronnd in the mill of habit and turn the wheel of wealth to make reason our bookkeeper, and turn thought into an implement of trade—that is not life. In all this but a poor fraction of the consciousness of humanity is awakened, aud the sanctities still slumber which make it worth while to be. Knowledge, truth, love beauty, goodness, faith alone can give vitality to the mechanism of existence the laugh of mirth that vibrates through the heart, the tears that freshen the dry wastes within, the music that brings childhood back, the prayer that calls the doubt which makes us meditate, the death which startles us with mystery, the hardship that forces us to struggle, tbe anxiety that ends in trust, are the true nourishment of our natural being.

THB BLUKS. •-%.

When people are sick in body they usually want to do something for the disease. They ought to be as wise when mentally sick with that unnerving malady, the blues, and do something, with an active emphasis on the do. Too many, I fear, when in low spirits, are tempted to take something. A dose of morphine, a glass of winet a good cigar, an exciting novel or an aimless holiday seems so pleasant to take. But they do not cure they only aggravate the ailment. The harmonious and simultaneous employ ment of head, hands and heart is the availing remedy. Plan some sensible work and execute it. Take hold of plow or hoe, saw or hammer, pen or yardstick, needle or broom, and stir your blood by stirring something to some purpose' Where there is no positive bodily disease one can do much toward dispelling one's dismal blues of murky misery by helping to put a bit of the clear, blue sky of happiness over somebody's bead. you are sick, do not whine or sigh nor drizzle a "continual dropping" of complaints. Gird yourself with tbe spirit of a man, and bear your infirmity. Bring your wandering, gloomy gaze within the compass of to-day. Christ has commanded: "Take no thought for tomorrow. Trnst God to-day."

It is wrong to giveaway to the blues If they rise from bodily indisposition, then fast a little, if need be exercise wisely, and quit your misguided habits. Live according to God's laws in all things.

If your spirit is wounded with some deep sorrow, do not repine. Go to the loving Christ, who was a "man of serrows," and who can enter into all'our sore afflictions. Trust, love. obey. Find something for hand and heart to do. Never dispalr. Christ reigns: and His hand, that "in faithfulness" has sorely chastened, can richly comfort in dne time. j.

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liberal terms to actual Settlers. Full particular* with good map sent free* CHA8. L. COLBY* LAND COMMISSIONER, W.C.R.R., Milwaukee, Wis.

Pettit's American.

THE IMPROVED

ELY'S

C^Ba.m

Causes no Pain. Qives Relief at Once. Thorough

Treatment will Cure. Not a Liquid or a Snuff. Apply with Fin

yrp' fter. Give it atrial ivfcll go cents at Drug

Tnited States Scales.

Wagon, &tock, Ooal, Hopper, Dormant Ratt road track and others, all siaea. The beat Improved Scale® in the world, sold atjpriees that defy competition.

Send for illustrated circular. Addrww UNITED STATES SCALE OO, Terre Haute, lad. OflAee and works on south Fourth Street. (Patented May 18th, 1876—Feb. 26th, Two patents Deo. 30th 1882.) S. J. AUoTIJf, Patentee.

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Physician" and Deformities of all kinds, anainatnaMM furnished.

ELECTRICITY and ELECTRIC BATMOt

All oases of Ague. Dumb Ague or »nd Feyer, Fistula, Piles, Ulcers and Fton of the Rectum, Lupus, most Cancers, most Skin Ml* eases, Female Diseases generally. Granulated

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Ulcers of the Cornea, Weak and Sore Byes, OaUsm of the Eye. Ear, Nose, Throat or Skin rEcz«m*Y£4r Spermatorrhea or diseases peculiar to Men and YeiiflMU

Operations for Pterygium, Strabismus or Cross Artificial Pupil, Opiuin Habit, Tape Worms, HydMOWk Varicocele, Hernia or Rupture, Epilepsy or Fro^ SM Sore Legs, Old Sores /anywhere upon the bodyi BhM£ mat Ism, Acute or Chronic, Gonorrhau, Sypnni*

Chancroids. 5

Bright's Disease aad Bilious Colie, Ste.

Consultation free and Invited.

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May*,M8l

"I wtth to expreesmjippseciettoiiol tto valuable qualities ot

Ayer's Cherry Pectoral

•s a ooogh remedy. "While with Chttrehm's army, Jnat befose 1he battle of Viokstmrg, I contracted a severe cold, which terminated in a dangerous csogh. I found no reliaf till on oar tsarek we oame to a country store, where, on asking for some remedy, I was urged to try Awrtflf GHKBBT PKCTORAI*

did so, and was rapidly eured. Biaei then 1

bave kept

UMPIOTOBAL

Dr.J. 0. Ayer &

constantly

me, for family use, aad bare foond it to be aa invaluable remedy for throat and Innf J. W. WHITLBY.'*

Tboonnd* of testimonials certify to the prompt cure of all bronchial aad loss aflMttoaat by tbe use of Arart Oman* PBOMBAI» Befag very palstaWe, tbe yourfr Mtobfldrea take it readily. yd mri»p "3J

Co., Lowell, Mate.

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MICS Mill AU (Lie Mill. &MtOoo(ti Syrup. Tsjrt««cod. Use In time. Bold by drugyfert*.

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NORSK AND CATTLE POWDER*

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