Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 17 May 1884 — Page 2

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, MAY 17, 188*

WHY 18 IT 80f

Home find work where some find rest, And MO the weary world goes OD I sometimes wonder which Is best—

The answer cornea when life Is gone. Borne eyes sleep when some eyes wake, And sotbe dreary night hours go. Some hearts beat where some hearts break,

I often wonder why 'tis so. Some hands fold where other hands ,, Are lifted bravely In the strife And so thro* ages and thro* lands

Move on the two extremes of life, Some feet halt where some feet tread, In tireless march, a thoray way Skme straggle on where some have fled

Home iteek where others shun the fray. Bome sleep on while others keep The-vigils of the true and brave They will not rest till roses creep

Around their name above a grave. I -[Every Other Saturday.

Wan-raw rou THK MIAJ~

The New Prodigal.

"No man shall claim rne as father •who holds such sentiments as his. Am 1 to be dtograced in my old age by sheltering beneath my roof a traitor—a traitor to bis own country and his own blood? I, who am willing, in spite of my years, to shoulder a gun to aid the eld flag—am I to own as a son oue who avows himself a rebel?—a dam ued, traitorous rebel Never! so help me God! If be can't give up these notions, be shall give up bis home, for be is no son of mine and I never care to see him again It is a terrible thing for a father to say, but, as God is my judge, I mean every word of it!"

Never before had Farmer,.Leffel been ao terribly in earnest. Never before had his wife, to whom these vehement remarks' were addressed, in all the long years they had dwelt together, beard him utter aii oath. This was evidence to her of her husband's wrath, and in her mother's heart there was a dread for the welfare of ber younger son whose sentiments had called forth this violent outbreak. There was Southern blood in ber veins, and although sh« had never dared to voice her feelings, perhaps In her heart she sympathized with him in his pronounced desire to witness the triumph of the Southern arms.

Harry Leffel was the younger of the two sons of Farmer John Leffel, and was as different from his brother John as brothers well could be. When the war broke out, sturdy John laid down his work, enlisted along with the thousands of other noble souls, and was now at the front, battling lor the right. At irregular intervals tbey heard from him of his advancement by successive steps from tln.rank of private to that of captain, bis shoulder straps won by hard service and undaunted courage. And it made glad the loyal father's heart 1

But this feeling of gladness was overcome by the knowledge that his younger •on, Harry, the light-hearted one, who aeemed by a lad, despite his twenty-two years, had arrayed himself against his kin, and never lost au opportunity of expressing bis admiration of the cause of ''Southern chivalry," as be termed it —the more public the opportunity the better It seemed to please him.

His father treated the matter lightly at tirst, but as the nature of the son's sympathies became noised around the community, the Indifference altered into a feeling of shame. It was In this spirit that he argued with his son, but without avail. Perhaps the repioductlon of the father's stubbornness in the son partially accounted for this. At auy rate, shame on the father's part grew into •tern, unrelenting anger, and the words with which this chapter opened bad been called forth by some recent utterance of the son.

In vain the mother plendod for her boy that he was young and thoughtless and knew not what he was talking or that It was but boyish conceit to have his name brought into prominence that led him to make such protensious as be had. But her words were lost on Farmer John. In all the fertile Mad River valley, that garden spot of Central Ohio, there dwoit no mau so firm, so set In hia wava as he. The neighbors knew it, anci the mother as well, and while the former wondered thatthero had been no open rupture between father and son the latter held to her hope that the husband would, relent, and all would be well.

JBnt the country folk who had wondered that there had been no open conflict between father and son, bad no cause for further wonder after the morning on which the farmer gave such unwonted expression to his feelings.

While yet the mother was pleading for the recreant son the latter entered the room, and well did he support the mother's assertion that he was a boy, with a boy's thoughtlessness. With hat set jauntily on his head, Ms hands thrust in his pockets, he burst tn the room, whistling a* merrily as if there was naught in the world to disturb bis peace of mind. And when the mother's eyes fell on the comely form of her last born, his eyes and features so like her own, she felt that his father could never turn him from his home as be had threatened.

The moment Harry Leflel placed foot in the room he knew something was amiss. His mother's troubled looks, the stem face of his father, told him there had been anger, and perhaps hard words. In his levo for his mother he thought oniv of her, forgetful that he bad incurred his father's stern displeasure. Thinking then of her, he asked with anxious voice

Mother, what has happened Like a match to powder these simple words acted on the pent up feelings of Farmer John, and all that he haasaid to his wife be repeated, with added vehemence and wrath. But all bis cruel, cutting words called forth from the white-faced youth who confronted him oHly this answer: ••Father. I am a man. and have aright to my opinions, and I shall not give them up simply because you call me a traitor!"

Then the father's rage became un-

Kvernable,

and in hia efforts to stwak

gasped aa if he were choking. Then, recovering breath, he broke out with teriible force: "You damned, low-11 red, contempt!13 ble traitor and rebel 1 You are no eon of minn, and God forbid that you should ever set foot in my booM again!''

And be struck him. It seemed that tno-ttnpMtd John Leffel had been transformed Into a raging madman. It was not like one man strikes another, expecting a Mow in return, bat a contemptous, debasing blow, as one kicks is cor, feeling that be is lowering himMlf in hia own estimation by doing.

The llnee of the beardless, boyish faoe rigid, the black eyea Hashed, the jlftods clenched, the right arm raised,.

and for a second he forgot that it was bis father who stood before hfm. But only for a second. The clenched hand fell to his side, but the eyes still flashed aa be said, low but distinctly: "Oh! that you were not my father, but for a second!"

That was all, and he was gone. If Farmer Leffel relented when he picked bis wife's unconscious form from the floor be gave no sign. The poor mother with that great sorrow at ber heart did not qnestion him. But she looked anxiously for her boy the next day, and the next, and it was the third day before she received a letter postmarked Cincinnati.

It was not very long. Dearest mother," it read, "after what has occurred, you shall never see me agsfln. Yon are not to blame—God bless you !—but whatever may come, I can never return.I care not what becomes of me now, and to-morrow 1 leave foi Richmond, and at my earliest opportunity shall enlist in the Confederate service. Whether I be right or wrong, I at least have tbe courage to stand oy my convictions. And now, dear, dear mother, it almost break* my heart to tell you, as I must, good bye, forever." There were mnmistakable tear drops that spoke volumes, but beyond this there was nothing more.

If the father recognized the handwriting on the envelope, or if he was interested in the letter's contents, never did be by word or sign betray his knowledge or interest. "And not many days after the younger son took his journey into afar land.

From the moment that Sherman's famous march through Georgia began until its close, past Dalton, Reseca, Decatur, to Atlanta, and then during the renowned march to the sea, antil the surrender of Johnston ondea the campaignof the Oarolin as and the most memorable movement of the late war of the rebellion, bad the rebel cavalry under Wheeler harassed the bine clad hosts, who, brave as any heroes of ancient romance, fought inch by inch, foot by foot, for possession of the land of chiv airy, leaving behind, them the commingled blood of fallen braves, alike of blue and gray.

Only harassed. Bold dashes with a handful of men, sudden surprises at un-looked-for times and unexpected places, brilliant, brief and daring, were not likely to greetly affect the aim of the indomitable leader, who possessed tbe confidence of every man in the mighty throng. Aggravating would better express ft. But bye ana bye the leaders of the invading army became accustomed to these dashing maneuvres, and were prepared for them.

These raids came with less frequency and lesser effect after the capture of a number of squadrons of the daring spirits who participated in them. But in all the captures of squadrons, of brave officers, and «one tbe less brave riders, there was one dare-devil whe defled all capture, and his recklessness became familiar with the rank and file of the northern army.

If there was any particularly brilliant movement, any sadden dash more astonishing in plan or execution than previous ones had been, subsequent developments disclosed that tnis reckless cavalryman was at the head of it.

Many had seen him. A slender form, with beardless face, whose youth belied almost itsowner'ij reputation, mounted on a steed of such splendid proportions, speed and bottom aa to challenge the admiration of all lovers of horseflesh who were so fortunate as to catch a glimpse of the dashing rebel and his rough riders and escape unscathed to add their tales to the already large accumulation concerning this Southern knight and his marvelous bravery.

The strangest of the many stories told of him was that, instead of being a Southerner, as was the natural inference, be was a Northern man by birth, whose sympathies had placed him under the stars and bars in the great conflict, where he had by bravery won for himself the rank he held. Very little faith was placed in the unlikely story, and for every one who condemned him as a traitor there were hundreds who praised him for his bravery.

There was one man, though, in Sherman's throng who was destined to learn more of tbe mysterious cavalryman. Wheu Stoneman's command rodo away from before Atlanta in August, 1864, with the Intention of relieving the sufferings of the poor devils the fiendish ingenuity of rebel captors were torturing in the prison pens of Anderson ville, John Leflel was with them. He was with them, too, when Stoneman, failing to obey his orders to the letter, was confronted on the east bank of the Ocmulgee by a superior force, before whose strength he became bewildered, and was compelled to surrender, after a brave tight to cover the'retreat of a portion of nis command, which cut its way back to the main army before the Gate City.

It was not a pleasant prospect that lay before those of Stonemanfs men who were captured in the unsuccessful movement. Starting out with tbe hope of relieving their starving prisoners in tbat horrible hole whose name will ever be a synonym for all that is infamous, they were now destined to the same fate themselves. Awful it had seemed when they had before them the prospect of relieving the sufferers, and now its horrors multiplied when there was an immediate chanoe of becoming familiar with its miseries.

To-morrow the prisoners were to be forwarded to Anderson ville, and then! --John Leffel, as he lay oh the ground, with the forms of hia fellow prisoners lying about him. the stars shining through the sougning branches above, the odor of pines greeting his nostrils, and in the distance tbe restless stamp ef tethered horses, the tread of sentries over leaves and fallen boughs—aa he lay there, he dared not think of what was to cotne after to-morrow!

He waa thinking of pleasanter things, perhaps, In tbe semi-unconscious state which precedes sound sleep, when all at once he was aroused from his lethargic state by a stealthy tread on the leaves in dose proximity to tbe group in which he waa lying. Softly it stole among the sleeping men, departed, and finally ap-

reached again, so stealthily that before eonld nun that the unknown visitant was near him, he saw outlined between himself and the perfect blue and the stars of the sky overhead, the form of a man.

What coold it mean Had the devilish ingenuity of a cruet enemy thsvised anew method of reducing the number Of his captive foes, that he most prowl around as a midnight assassin How terrible! He shuddered as he thought of it, hot made no outcry, no etfort to defend himself. Perhaps It was better to die, even in this manner, than to starve by inches la the prison pen. These thought* coursed rapidly through hie bewildered brain, and he had resign* ed himself to——

A bogle Mast in tbe quiet of th« night could not have been more startling to John Leffel than the low, scarcely audible whisper of his nam*. The mysteri

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ous movements of the unknown visitor who stood over him, tbe mention of hia name, and all!—what could it mean

In his dazed condition he seemed almost powerless, either for word or action. Mechanically he stretched forth his hand, and to his surprise it noiet tbe warsa clasp of the stanger's hand. Again came a whisper, so low and yet so distinct: "Be careful, and follow me

Tbe almost paralyzed faculties of the dispirited prisoner sprang into instant action. Perhaps here was an opportunity for escape! The thought of freedom regained caused his pulse to quicken and he was on hia feet, impatient to follow the mysterious guide, whose band he still clasped.

Then a reaction came. What if this be a plan to lead bim away from his comrades for some dark purpose? But tbe feeling lasted only a second. Even if this was tha intention of his captors, was it not preferable to tbe fate that otherwise lay ahead of him And then, why should be be selected from all those

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risoners as an object ofsuch inurplans? With such thoughts running rapidly through his head, John Leffel followed his guide through the groups of sleeping prisioners, past a sentinel, whose sudden challenge WUB followed by a whispered conference with the guide, who was evidently one of some authority. On they went, until the camp, with its guarded prisoners and wary watchers, was far behind them.

Then they baited, and bis deliverer, for such he was, placed in tbe prisioner's hand, a small packet, which he explained waa a rough sketch of the country through which Leffel roust pass to regain the Union lines, giving him instructions as to the best plan to pursue to reach his friends. He added in the same low tone in which his entire conversation had been carried on, that it would be the best plan to remain concealed until the following night, and led him to a place where be could rest then undiscovered, as his absence would not be noticed among such a number of prisoners.

Since he had first been awakened by the stealthy footstep, the action bad been so rapid and continuous that John Leflel was given no opportunity of questioning his guide, as to his motives in opening up an avenue for his escape. Nor was he to be given an opportunity, for after showing the prisoner to his place of concealment, the guide said as he placed a letter in bis companion's band, "This will explain why 1 have interested myself in your escape," and then was gone, as mysteriously as he had come, out into the night, apparently unmindful of the overwhelming thanks that John Leffel but longed for the opportunity to shower on him.

It was a brief note that was revealed to the piisioner when the day had come. It was: "Though 1 have been disowned by our father, and am therefore no son of his, still I am your brother. I am glad to be able to do you this service." There Was no signature, and only those brief words, but they spoke more than volumes to him. As the misty vapors vanish before the morning sun, the mystery tbat. surrounded the dashing young rebel cavalryman was dissipated into air. The brave vourig cavalry leader, and his brother Harry, who had incurred their father's curse, were one and the same, and he owed his deliverance to a brother's love.

When, a few days later, days filled with weary watching, the peril of possible recapture, and the privations of hunger, John Leffel stood once again uuder the folds of Sherman's banners, It was not strange that he did not reveal'to his comrades the true history of his escape and thereby disclose the identity ofthe rebel cavalry colonel.

The next letter home conveyed to the parents the news of his discovery, and of the inestimable service that had been rendered him by the disowned son. It was followed a few weeks later by another that, laden with sorrowful news, brought gloom to the once happy home in the Mad River valley. A rebel prisoner bad brought in tbe intelligence that Colonel Marquart, in one of his reckless sorties, had been shot from his horse and mortally wounded, and in the hurry of retreat had been left to die on field of battle.

There was sadness in the house of Leffel—a sadness that soemed all the heavier from the feeliug of lasting regret that accompanied it.

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The bronzed and bearded veteran answering to the name of Captain John Leffel, who came back from the wars, bore little resemblance to tbe John Leffel who had gone out from his peaceful Ohio homo on a certain beautiful Junedav in the troublous times of '01.

Not that an absence of a little more than four years had madeagseat change in his personal appearance. His beard was perhaps heavier, bis cheek a darker brown ana his carriage more erect—but in none of these was the change so marked.

Impassioned orators have 'told us in beautifully rounded sentences, sparkling with rare goms of rhetoric, that never in tbe history of the world bad there been a record equaling that of our grand citizen soldiery—who, after conquering in tbe greatest civil strife of all time, transformed themselves instantaneously from men of war to men of peace, forging Cbeir swords into ploughshares, (heir spears into pruning hooks —so completely, so quickly was it done tbat one day it'seemed the kind was filled with war and bloodshed, and the next had become the abode of peace and plenty.

Tbe orators have told us this, and more, and perhaps truly, bat do tbey tell us all Do they tell of the many who went into that giant struggle strong in body and strong in heuut, firm in upright purposes end good habits, but who came out, perhaps as strong ia body, but in whom the upright purposes and good habits have been eaten steadily away by constant association in camp and on the march with men of low elms in life—their good resolves thrown to tbe winds, and they themselves lowered to the baser standard of their associates. Do the eloquent orators tell us of these Can they deny that such examples exist.

There was a change In John l«ffel— and for tbe worse—and perhaps these influences bad much to do with it. There was another cause, too, that may have had to do with it. When be marched forth to do battle for his country there was before him constantly a vision of a certain sweet-faced lass who had promised when tbe cruel war should be over to be his own—and the vision strengthened him in his good resolves.

But then came a rude awakening to his pleasant dream. This same sweetfaced maid who had sworn constancy to her soldier love, true to the instinct that prompted the poet to write that "when we're far from the lip* that ere love, we've bat to make love to the lips we are near," allowed her allegiance to weaken in his absence. And while be treasured tbe fond hopes of toys that were to be his. she preferred to surrender the possibilities of future ha ness tor a present reality that req

not long, weary months for fruition. And so she was wed. When the announcement came to John Leffel,in her own handwriting, of ber coming marriage, with tbe expressed belief tbat that it was all for tbe best, and trusting that it would in no wise affect their future friendship bis wellkept resolutions vanished, and with them all tbe accompanying good. He sought tbe vilest of the many vile associations so frequent in a soldier's life, and there was scarce a military or moral law that he did not violate. Those who had known him as a sober, upright man marveled at the extreme lengths to which be carried his recklessness.

Herein lay the change in John Leffel, and when he had returned home none were so quick to notice it as his parents, on whom time had left its aging marks. Though it often formed a topic of conversation and regrot between theai, never was there a word uttered, even in tbe mildest reproof of his ways.

For was he not their only son since tbat dreadful day when their wayward boy went out from them with a father's curee ringing in his ears, and whose bones now lay bare and unknown under tbe pines of some Georgian forest. And so John Leffel, though he be shiftless and indolent, with a greater love for the boon companions at the village tavern than for bis own—despite all this, he could be but "our John," whose faults could be overlooked, many and glaring though they were.

Farmer Leffel had aged perceptibly in the past few years. There could be no rest for him, with that great remorse at his heart unceasingly, night and day, and it left its telling traces in the lines about tbe firm mouth, and in the wavy, iron-gray hair, now BO snowy white. But never a word of regret did that firm mouth utter of the youth whom the Leffel stubbornness and his own wayward fancy had driven from home. Farmer John was too proud for that. The regret was there, however, strong and lasting, and the thought never left him during consciousness—and often came to bim in his dreams—that had be that part of his life to live again there would not be this heavy load on his heart. Tbe wife knew it, and likewise the remaining son, better than any feeble words could express I

For a while there were letters from him frequently, telling of his varying success, which, promising much at first, grew fainter as the waits between his letters grew longer. Finally these ceased, and the last beard of him was months and months ago. The letter was written in some obscure mining town in Colorado, and the tone of its contents told plainly that the wandering one had once more fallen into those ways to break which he had sought a distant land. There was no hope in the letter—nothing beyond the spiritless talk of a man in whom all ambition had died, one to whom existence was a matter of indifference, and who cared little whither he drifted or what his end might be.

The days grew into months and tbe months into years, but no tidings did they bring of the absent one, and he was mourned as dead. And a second great sorrow came upon tbe aged couple, cent with years and suffering, to whom death had been a merciful relief that Providence denied them.

IV.

That great modern civilizer, the railroad baa affected vast changes in certain sections of the wild, mesquite covered areas of the southwest part of the Lone Star State, and the never ending stretches that before had known no Bound but the.shriek of the mighty" norther,"as it swept along with its chilling blasts, now grew familiar, by degrees, with tbe shrill voice of the locomotive, that drew behind it the bustling life tbat was to open up the resources of the New Southwest.

With the oncoming of those parallels of bright steel, stretching eagerly forward on their mission to the Golden Gate, came a perfect flood of workmen with their camps and rough manners and still rougher customs, a veritable army of invasion. With them came all those discordant elements of border life tbe gamblers and roughs of all classes, ages and nationalities and brazen creatures, whom it were flattery almost to dignify by the name of women. These were a few of the features of tbe embryo civilization that transformed the waste places into bustling, busy cites, wbich if tbey lacked the size, architectural beauty and advantages of tbe more modern Sodoms and Gomorrabs, more than made up for the deficiencies by tbe superlative degree of their wickedness.

There was no law here beyond the rulings of the ever-ready revolver, from which, generally, no appeal could be taken, or decisions rendered in letters of blood by I be keen-edged bowie, to which no exception could be taken by the unfortunate pleader whose cause had failed. But there are exceptions, always, and occasionally Judge Lynch callea a session of his court, and for a time thereafter there was dismay in the ranks of tbe sporting fraternity, and frequent vacancies that could never be refilled, wounds thateven time could not beat. The pistol add tbe knife, however, were the most common adjudicators and did a large practice in open court.

It was in oue of these railroad camps en a certain August night in 188- bat a "frolic" was in progress In the long dance ball that stood but a few yards distant from the newly-constructed railroad grade. "Frolic" was tbe common name for these festive affairs, which were of nightly occurrence in all of the embryo cities the advance of the railroad builders bad left behind them.

This particular frolic was under full headway and had reached an advanced state where the vile compounds dispensed at the rode ber in tbe end opposite tbe enfcrase had begun to malfoat their effects in tbe fluabed faces aad loud and excited conversation of tbe mongrel crowd composing this rough border society.

A promiscuous crowd it was, too, that filled the long, low roofed structure, upon which ite Milder, with a recollection born of better days had' conferred the high-sounding title of "Tbe Alhambra." Swarthy, dark-haired Mexicans mingled carelessly with the roughly dad cowboys who, ia number* aad ia various

stages of inebriation, vied with them for tbe smiles and favors of the feminine portion of the motley assemblage. These, with an occasional son of the Emerald Isle, whose rough and ever ready wit added to tbe wild pleasure of the occasion, and representatives from every country and every clime whom fate or chance had thrown together, made up the crowd tbat was every moment growing more boisterous as its members careered up and down the long ball to the, wild music—in keeping with tbe other surroundings—furnished by the orchestra occupying a raised platform in the corner opposite the bar.

At intervals around the room were little knots of spectators whose curiosity bad not'given way to the riotous excitement tbat permeated the atmosphere of the hall, and who, if they found any enjoyment in the scene, were yetooa-r tent to remain passive lookers-on.

There was a sudden lull in tbe music and almost at the same instant a commotion near one of these groups of spectators. An angry alteicatlon in which could be distinguished the unmistakable accent of a northern tongue and the broken English of a Mexican voice mingled with frequent oaths and interjections. A brawny, bearded railroad worker had succeeded a. vindictive "greaser" in tbe rather doubtful charms of one of the women, and the disappointed one was seeking satisfaction.

The spectators and dancers gathered in a circle around the disputants. The difficulty was evidently one sided, for the American kept in the best of humour, laughing at the furious rage of the Mexican, and snapping his fingers derisively in.the latter's face in a manner that was but adding fuel to his passion. One of the spectators, a man whose

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Then came a time, finally, when John Leffel, after years of worthlessness, aroused from the mental and physical stupor into which he had fallen, with the vague determination of bettering his ways. His father was growing old, even beyond his years, and unable to give bis time to the affairs of tbe old homestead, which without his careful attention, was beginning to decay. But it was not here tbat John cared to turn over a t.ew leaf, be said. His neighbors knew him in late years as a ne'er-do-well, and with this knowledge against him he could never .do right. He oghst go among new people, and in a new country to make the change which he, in the apparent revival of his old time energies, seemed desirous of bringing about. Thus it was that he went away to begin again a life that seemed so full of promise of all that was good. He took with him—not a father's curse, but his blessing!

jresenc© seemed to give him a spirit of seeing the difficulty was likely to precipitate a gaueral tight, stepped from the circle and placed himself between tbe mefe, push the drunken, half crazed Mexican back several feet as be did so.

This action seemed to draw on himself the rage of the Mexican, who recovered quickly and sprang at him with a muttered imprecation at the interference. There was a sudden gleam of a knife in the Mexican's band, it flashed high in the air and for a second it looked as if the would be peacemaker who had interfered to prevent possible bloodshed, was to suffer for his good intentions,

Before the knife could fall the man with whom the Mexican bad first quarreled grasped the descending arm as it to stay its deadly mission. He stayed it but a second and before the spectators—to whom such scenes were no novelty—could realize what was happening, the knife had plunged to tbe heart in his o*vn breast. He fell heavily to the floor, while the Mexican not stopping to contemplate his awful work, pushed his way rapidly through the crowd, and had reached the door before the sudden snap! snap! snap! of numerous revolvers showed that he had passed the pale even of this rough law. But he rushed out of the ball unscathed, and the male occupants followed him in eager pursuit, making the night hideous with their discordants shouts and yells.

Their cries soon died out in the distance, and the wounded uian's injuries gave promise of being promptly redressed. Not all the men bad deserted him for by bis side knelt the stranger for whom the deadly blow had been Intended. He attempted to staunch the flow of blood, but resolutely'the wounded man pushed the friendly aid from him. "It ain't no use, stranger," he said, "a tryin' to do me any good. This '11 do me up, dead sure, but I guess nobody '11 be broke up over it, anyhow* It's 'bout tho luckiest thing for me 'at could happen." Once more he pushed away the friendly hands, and then broke out with a sudden earnestness: "Stranger, ye tried to do the square thing by me. an' ye ought to tell me yer name an' whar ye hail from

It was an impressive scene as tho stranger knelt by the prostrate form of the wounded man, who seemed so firmly conviucod that his Injuries were to result fatally. Tbe rude hall was deserted now, and the brazen creatures over whose favors the difficulty had originated, crowded around the injured man, all their womanly instincts aroused to render assistance to the man who, now helpless and perhaps dying, but a few minutes before had been the foremost in tbe rough gayety. But the proffered aid met with a firm refusal from the wounded man who, as the flow of the blood continued, exhibited signs of weakness. "Say, stranger, what's yer name and whar d'ye hail from

The man was plainly sinking, and there was a huskiness in the voice painful to hear. For the first time the questions seemed to attract tbe attention of the stranger, who had busied himself in raising the bead of the other, and in other ways rendering his position comfortable. He had finished, and in a firm voice he answered **, "Marquart is my name, and I—"

Before Ihe could finish his hand was grasped in that of the prostrate man. and a voice out of which bad gone all the rough western dialect, all tbe huskiness, asked with painful eagerness. "Marquart did you say? For God sake, did yon fight with Wheeler before Atlanta tn '04

Tbe stranger started, passed his bands over bis eyes as if in a dream. He gasped as be bent his face nearer tbat of the injured man, and there met a strangely familiar look. Another and a closer look and suddenly bis bead dropped into bis bands, and there was a convulsive sob tbat shook bis frame. It is a terrible sight to see a strong man cry, and tbe stranger's emotion lent still greater force to the impressive scene.

He made no answer to tbe question, but bone was needed, and a contented smile rested on the face of the now too plainly dying man, as bis memory carried hi tA back to a certain night under the Georgian skies, tbe stars above him, and around tbe odor of pines then a whispered name, a stealthy step, and above all, the words: '•Though I have been disowned by our father, and am therefore no son of his, still I am your brother."

For the dying man was John Leffel and the brothers after parting in such strange fashion so many years before, had by the band of fate been thrown together in this far away place. Tbe brother whose life had been spared to him through the efforts of one whose sympathies bsd arrayed him against his own blood, was now to give up his own life in return. It seemed lfke a dream.

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BI. UK GRASS BREEDERS. Mr S. Wither* of Fairlawn Stock Farm. !,• xenum, Ky., write*, "I have such c.» itldeooe in St. Jacob's Oil, tbe great pain-cure, tbat I use it on everything myself, my horaea, my negroes.

WAS Arm-rao with Catarrh and Cold in the Head. I tried many remedies without any beneficial effect*, at last I used Ely's Cream Balm' which effectually cared me.—W. H. Hiiuso, Dentist, Borden town, N. J.

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SATURDAY EVENING MAIL

TERMS:

One yearM...M.....mM......K 93 OSSix months Qfc Three months...... ct't

Mail and office subscriptions will, invariably, be discontinued at expiration of time*..' .] Address P. S. WJBSTFA1A,

Publisher Saturday Evening Mail, vi'r TERRS HAUTE, IND.

Professional Cards.

GLOVER,

(Corner of Eighth and Poptar Streets*. CALLS PROMPTLY ATTENDED. STTELEPHONK.

Oenltst and Anrlst.,

Room 13, Savings Bank Building. Terre Haute, IXMS^ Office hours, Jl1! J*

J. BICHABDSON. RICHARDSON & VAN VALZAB

O. LINCOLN,

DBHTIHTI

Office, 19K 8. Sixth, opposite P. O. Bruno artificial teeih

tract! ng and artificial toe lb speciftH^es, A 1 work warranted. (dAw-tf)

Ostrich leathers!

COLORED IN ALL SHADJS8»

Ladies' Dresses, Shawls, Cloaks, Ete~~

Of all Fabrics, Cleaned and Colored.

Gents' "Wear^

Cleaned, Colored and Repaired.

The undersigned would respectfully ia-^ form the dltlzens of Terre Haute end vlclnlty that he has forty years experience In hlfcf profession, which assures satisfaction in its branches. 3^

-V'M" AXD igOECHE8TEA! If Respectfully call attention to the announce-*!, ment tbat tbey are^fuUy^prepared tofarntaa^

Balls, Parties, Parades, Funerals^ JSerenades,Political Meetings, •••f Pleasure Excursions,

Pienice, Ac.,

Or any occasion upon which the services ott$ band or orchestra may be required. Terms.* liberal, for which apply to George Burt (lead~ er) at band office, s. w. cor. 4th and Main sUw^ over Myers clothing store, front room, floor, or to Thos. MeKennan, at his place of, business, Ohio st, bet. 3d and 4th one doorwest of Shannon's Bank.

Military Band fuliy Uniformed and Equipped. ,, Entire satisfaction guaranteed on all contracts.

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ARTISTS' SUPPLIES

PICTURES, FRAMES, MOULDINGS.

Picture Frames Hade to Orders

McK-en's Block, No. «40 Main fctreefr bfrtween 6tb and 7tb. 11 W.U. CMTT. J* H. WlLlUSB, J, M. Curt*

CLIFT,WILLIAMS & CO,

KAjmrAoromas or

Sash, Doors, Blinds,

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R. W. C. EICHELBERGEB,

B. W. VAN VALSAH

DENTISTS.

DEJJTIST,

Office, Main mreet, over eldoonfrrtiordry stand.

TERRE HAUTK, IND.

Can be found In officenUrbtaad tav

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OFFIOB—Southwest cornor Fifth and Ma» 'qf streets, over National 8tate Bank (entrance on Fifth street. Communication by Telephone.

(J W. BALI.EW, i--

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H. F. BEINERS, 655 Main Street

Hat and Bonnet Bleacliery-?

LOWES' AN1) GENT9 HATS Of Rll kinds* cleansed, Dyed and re-shaped in the lalesj, styles to look as well as new, on short:, notice.

Also Plaster Hat and Bonnet Blows tor Milliners new and old work solicited* MILTON CATT, Prop, 228 south Third street, Torre Haute Ind,

THE APOLLO BAND*

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6JLA88, PAINTS, OILS

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