Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 15, Number 46, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 May 1885 — Page 3

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

PUT OUT YOUR "I"

Here's a bit of advice for some Of the excelent women I know It is given with kindest intent And 1 hope they will all take it so. Don't when talking inundate yoar friends With my children, my husband and my New dresses, my servants and my cares— In a word or two put out your "I."

though interesting to you The illness that Johnny befell To the very minutes detail, From the Drat day until he got well, •ther people—and kindly ones, twoWill hear the account with a sigh •, weariness. Hpare them 1 pray In a word or two put out your "I."

Now mind I'm not saying that you Bhould never for sympathy seek I'm only entreating you not Of yourse and belongingBto speak Forever and ever, as it There was no one else under the sky, For there are folks it vexes so much That they wish they could put out your' I. —[Margaret Eytinge.

Brown's Retreat.

[An attractive story, by Anna Eichberg, which Elizabeth Stuart Phelps has recently pronounced the best short story of the period.]

I.

Brown's retreat flashed upon them all of a sudden. The neighborhood had gone to sleep, one night, guileless and innocent,—that is, theoretically guileless and innocent, —and had awakened in the morning to the consciousness that Brown's Retreat was in its midst.

There was considerable mystery and •onfu&lon attending thq want of knowledge whether Brown's retreat meant that Brown had letreated, or if it was a gen eral Invitation into the "retreat" or if Brown was a practical joker and Brown's Retreat merely a gentle stimulant to that weakness.

Edgerly was such a prosperous town that it was no misnomer to call it a city. It had a fine harbor and a fine East India trade, and it bad a charming collection of water-side characters. It bad a ine state-prison that was kept on the most desirable plan. Five hundred gentlemen were lodged there who had bad differences with their country's laws. Once in a while, curiously enough, one of these gentlemen would escape. There were other tine institutions in Edgerly, of which it is, however, unnecessary to speak.

Edgerly itself was built on some three •r four hills, se that the narrow, zigzag atreets were not only narrow and zigzag but tbey had quite an abrupt slope and some of them, had they been built as surveyors intended, would have led you, running at a smart pace, down into the •ery depths of the dubious-looking black water at the foot of the hill, where, at the weather-beaten wharves, with Ktaeir perfume of bilge-water, some rusty looking schooner would be lying at anchor, displaying on Its bare spars a varied collection of trousers and undergarments bung out to dry, besides affording a glimpse of a decidedly untidy nautical character mopping the unsavory deck.

To be sure, this represents Edgerly's least respectable side, but, to tell the truth, we have nothing to do with its more aristocratic aspect.

It was nearly at the foot of Edgerly's down-hill street, that Brown's Retreat flashed out. At a rough guess it was •iz leet by ten, and occupied one-half of the ground floor of No. 7, a wooden house with depressed looking windows, at each of which appeared a vision of somebody's baby and some baby's mother, all looking very frouay and much in want of soap and water and fresh air.

Brown's letreat was, then, about six feet by ten, and left lookers-on no doubt •f its character, as it boldly proclaimed itself "Brown's Retreat" on a deal-board painted in a lamp black by one whose right hand had lost its cunning, for the letters resembled Edgerly streets, being •arrow and zigzag in the extreme. Nevertheless, tbey started into the world over the small dingy show wiadow, which revealed as a solid foundation two quarts of dismal looking apples, surmounted by several rows of sticky pop-corn balls, a collection of combs and seed cakes, a few paper dolls, a sprinkling of dead tiles, clay-pipes and shoe strings.

Sometimes a cbtld's fa-e would peer •ut oagerly from amcng these treasures a child's face, yet strangely unchildlike, with shrewd gray eyes watching stealthy,—a poor little body shivering in a doubtful calico dress- with an attempt at tinery in a string with three glass beads about her wretched little •eck, and a horse-hair ring on an emaciated forefinger.

The child was small, the shop was small, and the counter was very small. The selection of wares was modest, and the greater part graced the window.

When the sigu, "Brown's Retreat," appeared over the window the neighborhood stared. Whether the invisible Brown grinned is unknown: but true it is that the mysterious child continued to keep the little shop with much solemaity. Once in a while, when the shop was empty,—which, heaven knows, was most of the time, for neither money nor trade was very brisk in that part of Edgerly town,—4k cautious voice would whisper hoarsely, "Is the coast clear,

*l!he?mysterious child would reoonti oiler stealthily, and when with much difficulty weuld whisper through the keyhole of a small door in the back of the shop, half lost in the gloom of the place, "Yes. Nunc!'' Then man's head would peer out cautiously from the slightly opened door,—a man's bead, with tumbled brown h»lr, an unshaven face, and nndecided blue eyes, that bad, however, Utt'e redeeming wrinkles at the corners, as If the man could laugh at a joke.

If Popsy whispered warningly, "Shoo —shoo. Nunc!" there would come back a muffled "All right, Popsy!" By which you will see thai not only was there a Brown's Retreat, bat there was even a retreat to that, like a Chinese pussle of a ball within a ball.

It was on late November day that Brown's Retreat appeared before an astonished world a raw day. when the Inky waves with a greasy ecnm, down in the harbor, had foamy white caps tossing upon tWi.and pleveian Edgerly went about with a red nose and its hands In its pocket, and some of the ladies had thefr dress akirta over their heads.

Popsy, having flashed out along with the Retreat, was much stared at and questioned but the only Information

Slearned

was that Popsy had a sick unin the back room, who wasn't to be disturbed. He had brought oat the previous occupant, she further volunteered, who bad foiled Inglorioosly, with five dollars debts and asaets *0, "Uncle says, too, we mustn't treat,"

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Ponev added, parenthetically. As she "They've turned me out o' doors, for spoke a low chuckle was heard through father's gone, I don't know where, and the key-hole of the back room, as if mother—mother's dead—and ob, I so some one couldn't help laughing, for oold and hAgry, and I'm so afraid!" the life of him.

Merciful powers, what's that?" ask ed the visitor. "It's only uncle a choking," said Popsy, with much presence of mind.

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Edgerly market lay quite near the wharves not very respectable, to be sure, but Brown

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man may be a rascal, and yet posseas a fine sense of humor. That was believe her story. the matter with Popsv uncle. Not that "Take you with me," he repeated, with he was such an awful rascal, if you a grim smile, for he saw the ghastly judge by any other standard than this humor of the thing,—"take you with world's.

of our fellow-men how that he, the some misgivings. Brown nodded. "It's preacher, loved mankind, and there was right here in the street corner,—near the nothing his erring brethren could do to wharf and—and—p'raps you'll tell 'em him which would turn him against to take me in, too, and—p'raps you'll them. Brown had gone into the sacred give me a bit of bread." edifice more for warmth than for piety, "Go ahead," said Brown, and he fol for it was a bitter, biting winter day, lowed his ragged guide. He was reck his lucky star was, just then, very dim. less, this breaker of laws, and as a gam Being there be listened, and listening bier stakes his all on one throw of the believed the eloquent words. Confid- dice, ep he mistaked life and liberty on ingly, and with a certain sense of this small vagrant, with a feeling of humor, too, be took the reverend gen- superstition that his luck could not fortlerran at his word that nig^t the par- sake him for bad he not befriended sonage was entered aud a large number one nearly as wretched as nimself of valuables were stolen. Brown was The child led the way to a tumble not caught in the act, exactly, but a down wooden house with depressed silver cream jue was found in his left windows. The landlady, a middle-aged coat-tail pocket for which he could not virago, was just having a dispute with account especially, as it bad a strange a slightly intoxicated lodger, which she monogram engraved on one fat side, postponed for an instant to attend to To his surprise and disappointment the minister appeared against him a jury without a bit of humor found him guilty, and a prosaic judge sentenced him to five years' imprisonment.

Brown did not belong to that class novelistic delight in describing, the noble convict. He was human,—that is all I have to say for him human, with a fine ignorance of mine and tbine but beyond that, he would do no injury to man or child, except, perhaps, in selfdefense, when we are ail either cowards or wild beasts. 1 hat late November night when he escaped, one thought had been uppermost in his distracted mind,—to secret himself on some outward-bound vessel in Edgerly harbor and be carried to parts unknown very fine in theory, very hard in practice, though Brown bad bis friends, and you know that truthful adage, "honor among thieves."

That eventful night, when, after deathly dauger, he stood trembling and shuddering once more under the skies, a free man, unimaginative creature that he was he felt his own unspeakable wretchedness. With the instinct of a hunted beast more than the consciousness of a man with a deadly fear at heart, that made bim repent of his rash folly too late, be turned bis back on the open country, that would have meant sarety to many a man, and groped his way through miserable alleys and no-thor-oughfares, shrinking at every sound and starting at every shadow, to Edgerley's market-place.

The sky was black, the rain fell in tor rents aud a piercing wind swept the great drops hither and tbitber. "Dog's weather!" muttered a policeman, and pulled his coat collar about his eirs, and was for a moment not quite as watchful as he should be. "Good convict's weather," Brown may have thought if the power of thinking was still left to him in the midst of oold and terror, as he crouched in an angel of the great market that Btretched its granite length in dim perspective, lighted at distant intervals by flickering gas-lamps, about which the rays, falling on mist and rain, formed a dismal yellow halo. Deserted all, deserted.

satisfied, and Brown and

respectability had long since ceased to know each other. Quite unhindered he continued his vagrant, groping way, till, being about to turn a corner, a corner with a traitorous street-lamp be ran face to faoe against snother man. "Damn you!" muttered the new comer. Then instantly catching sight of the cowering face, be grasped the wretched man's arm with the power of a vice. "You, Brown, "You, Jack,"—and Brown tried to free himself desperately, and raised one clinched fist. "None o' that, Brown were friends!" cried Jack. "Ned Brown, you here? aren't you—why—you must have—you must have"— "Cut? Yes,"Brown interposed. "I'm off, Jack. They'll be after me now, sure!" he cried and peered anxiously about. "From the .?" Jack asked, turning his thumb in the direction of Edgerly's prison. Brown noded, and was about to hurry on, when the other stopped him. "Yours is hard lock, old boy. Here, take this it'll help you on. I'll dosoin'-mat more for you if I can,— for old time sake, ye know." Thrusting some money into the man's hand, this good Samaritan, in the guise of a common sailor, vanished.

With a ray of comfort In his heart Brown clutched the money to bis breast, and at last found himself in that nar­

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Well, what's to be done with yoa young'un Brown demsnded, not ankindly.

The child stopped sobbing and looking ap to him with an imploring face said, with innocent confidence, "P'raps you'll take me with yoa."

It did not enter Brown's head to dis-

was Brown,and be- me? Why, I haven't got a bunk for

came ripe for the penitentiary he had myself to-night." been quite a decent member of society, The child had been bred in that state who ev*n went to church once in a of society where hnnted-down Brown while. That was bis misfortune. Had was but an every-day object to her. He he not gone to church he might still seemed a stranger in Edgerly, and what have been quite a decent member of so- wonder, therefore, that ne was without clety instead of what be was. a lodging

One Sunday morning he wandered "I know of a boarding-house where into a meeting-house, and heard the they'll take you in," she said eagerly, preacher grow eloquent on forgiving the "that isf if you can pay," she added, with

business. The delicate matter of refer ences not being alluded to, the stranger, in consideration of a certain modest* sum, was allowed to take possession of a dingy room back of a six-by-ten-feet shop, followed by his small guide with a tallow candle. "Two doors and a low window," said Brown, peering curiously about in the miserable room. "One door leads into the shop, the other into the entry, and the window," he said throwing it open noiselessly as possible, and putting bis head out, -'into an alley—so!" he exclaimed, and shut it again. Then he seated himself on a tall uninviting bed, and, dangling his legs backward and forward, stared into the pinobed, haggard face of the child, who stood watching him very patiently. "And what may your name be, young 'un?"he asked adruptly. "Popsy," she said briefly, returning his stare. "You're pretty well alone in this world?" "Yes," she whispered. "So am I," he said thougthfully,—"so ami. We might," headded, as if thinking aloud,—1"we might hang on to each other, for the present at least, mightn't we "I bet we might!" Popsy answered energetically, with a world of gratitude in her old young eyes. "Well then, call me uncle Nunc, you might say, tor short. Now, Popsy 7" "Well, Nunc?" "Fetoh a pint of milk and a loaf of bread."

Popsy disappeared, and Brown lay back on the bed and laughed. The idea of bis playing the part of protector was too funny itstruck him forcibly that he forgot his own precarious position in amusement at tne comic side of the transaction.

Such was the advent of Brown, who rented the six-by-ten-feet shop, and, biding dry-times, prowled about at night in search of means to escape from Edgerly town and the Edgerly laws he had broken* Yet the man could not be the man he was without having his little joke. In his leisure moments, so very plentiful, he traced the words "Brown's Retreat" on a pine board, and trusting to the name of Brown as a disguise, nailed it .over the shop window one ni ht, where it surprised Edgerly the next morning, to the intense delight of its owner, who nearly choked with suppressed laughter when an unsuspecting policeman, in passing, read the sign and grinned.

The policeman bad a nice sense of humor, but it was as nothing compared to Brown's. •'«i.'i .v

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But justice did not Bleep because guile less policemen passed by Brown's Retreat unsuspectingly. No she was only slightly confused perhaps rubbing her bandaged eyes, and resting the end of her classic nose on the hilt of her conventional sword. But she was not asleep. She had put her hasd into her respectble Docket and offered two hundred and fifty dollars reward for the apprehension of the fugitive Brown, which stimulated quite a number of loafers to find him out.

November bad turned into the bitter est, coldtf,.t, December. Approaching Chris«|fe^*fiardly disturbed^ this part of Edger i»y any undue gladuess though Browtta "Retreat made a sacrifice to the season In the shrpe of a few twigs of holly and an evergreen-tree.

Popsy had developed fine shop-keep-ing talents, with a shrewd eye open for cash customer. This calculcating eye, in looking over tbo street one Decetfiber

morning, lighted on a stranger in an at-

row, zigzag street which led to the black tire several degrees better than that usuwater at the foot of the wharf, a street ally worn by tne gentlemen abopt. It not very dainty in its inhabitants, and was across between a naval and a police very willing tc give anything it pos- uniform, and there was something milisessed for miserable money. It was tbe tary in the slouched hat that was caremost undesirable of all the streets in a lessly cocked over a wide-awake eye great city,—a sireet with tumble-down, there was, too, something military in wooden houses and odd nooks, with the dyed mustache. narrow lanes and alleys creeping out, Ibis personage, with his hands in his and, here and there, dark quadrangles trousers pockets, stared at the sign of below the level of the street, with rickety Brown's Retreat, and said 'Hallo! wooden steps leading down to them, with a dim sense of amusement. Then and dimly lighted by an oil lamp swing- be looked in at the door, and said ing from a wooden arch over-head and "Hallo?" interrogatively. Without throwing a wretched glimmer on unspeakable poverty and crime. Down street tbe culprit crept. He had just reached such a quadrangle, and had shrunk back from the dreary daikness and tbe dreary light, when he heard a bitter sobl g, aud the next instant he felt soothing pall at his trousers, ued, surveying the dismal place with With a shudder and an with he looked much scorn "for of coarse nobody down. call this a retreat except as a joke "Let go, you brat!" he mattered,as he What did yoa say?" he abruptly asked caught sight of the shivering form of a Popsy, who stood by in open-mouthed child crouching on the top of the miser- consternation. able flight of steps. Tbe child ceased "If

waiting for an answer, he leaned his elbow gracefully on tbe countar, and remarked to Popsy,— "Of course you're not Brown who may Brown be?" to which the child listened in silent alarm. "Brown'sa man who likes a joke," the stranger con tin

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sii'lng and shrank back at the sadden courtesy,—"if you please, sir, Browns violence of face and tons, while the un- my sick unde, and musn't be dishanpy man disappeared into the dark- turbed." nsss. There is a touch of superstition, a "Oh, really, mustn't he?" sald this re fear of a higher power, be it what it will, markable individual, calmly making for in the most unimaginative and irrell- tbe little door. gioos of ns-a feeling that, somehow, ss "No, yoa shan't!" cried Popsy, and we do, so shall we be done. Fleeing as thrust her slight figure between the he was from every known peril, Brown stranger snd the beck room. was yet stopped in bis headlong coarse "Why, yoa ffodoas litOe wage! by an unexplained feeling that a certain what term would it do him he cried, guiding power—Brown would call It retreating, nevertheless,while he atroked "lack," in an unvarnished statement— his dyed mustache nonchalantly, and might, in retribution, forsake him as he langhed a weak laugh, which weald had passed by tbe child. So he retraced have been still weaker ctmld he have his steps to wbers she had fallen on her seen through the door, where face and waa peeping most bitterly. Brown sat on the bed with a loaded matter, yoong'an he revolver in his band, ready 'fc^h a* unexpected welcome.

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"He's sick, and yoa mustn't go in," Popsy said hastily, fearing, child as she was, that she had made a blunder, even in her quick defense of him for she knew his story, and that he was waiting for a favorable moment to escape on one of the schooners down at the wharf,—a transaction by no means strange to

iPhe mysterious stranger, as if in his tarn to allay her suspicion, or her alarm, looked over the wares on the counter, and at last purchased a clay pipe, and then sauntered carelessly ont of tbe shop, followed by the child's eager gaze and by a couple of cautions eyes that looked stealthily oat of the inner door after the retreating figure, and made such a mental note of It that that inquisitive person would not have been safe from Brown beneath any disguise. "The devil's in that sneaking cuss!" he muttered, as he drew his head in again. "Popsy!" "What's it, Nunc?" the child asked, putting her shrewd face in at the door. "If that chap comes loafing round here again, you do this do you understand Now do it!" So Popsy coughed obediently, aB Brown direoted. "It's getting as hot as h—11 round here. I'll have to cut, or they'll pin me again," he mattered. "Nunc," said Popsy, still lingering, "there was another man here this morning what asked to see you and I said you wos sick, and he said he wos a doctor. I said you wouldn't see no doctor then he said he wos a friend o' yourn, and he'd come round again."

There was a look of veiled fear in the man's eyes, and clenched his brawny hands, and felt as if the game he was playing was coming to a delicate point.

The zigzag street was indeed becoming unsafe quarters the neighborhood was accustomed to harbor suspicious characters, and, after a first nod of surprise, forgot sll about them. But the mysterious Brown, who was never seen, who rented a shop where there was little to sell, became the subject of conversation. The police was after him, too but it was not the police that looked In at the store and bought clay pipes nor did the police say it was the doctor and his friend. The police was scouring the country far and wide in search of the criminal, but it had not occured to that able body to examine the region under its very nose that duty was being performed by selfconstituted spies who had recourse to the^police only at the last moment, fearing it might claim the reward. Culprit, knowing tbe tricks of the trade, instantly recognized his visitors' errand and muttered a curse upon them. The man was not so delicate in his sentiments— not being a noble convict—as to doubt the honor or purity of their profession he merely questioned their right to be stepping into the shoes of those whose duty it was to arrest him in the way of business. "Curse them for Bneaking dogs! Why can't they leave a fellow alone!" he thought, with a despair at heart that nearly made him give in, beaten.

Nevertheless, that night he once more groped his way stealthily out of the house through a back door that led into an alley way, darker for a cloudy night and dirtier than usual for a spell of thawing. Into this dirt and darkness Brown disappeared.

The'neighborhood about Brown's Retreat, if not very honest or respectable, had a touching confidence in other people's honesty and respectability for it always slept with its doors wide open in summer and on the latch in winter, the delicate formality of a bell or knocker being quite unknown. At midnight, or a little later, the faiut light of a tallow candle lit a cftrner of Brown's Retreat and awoke Popsy from her slumbers on a miscellaneous neap of old clothes and a patchwork quilt to the fact that an nn known man was bending over her. A sailor he seemed a strong looking man, with a face smoothly shaven but for a short, cleanly eot mustache.

Beiag only a child, Popsy was foi a moment filled with unspeakable terror at the sudden awakening, the light and the strange man. Then there flashed into her mind, young as she was, the danger of the man who had befriended her, and whose object was, she knew, to remain undiscovered.

Without moving her eyes from the stranger's face, she slipped on to her feet, and stood at the door of Brown's room, as if to defend it. Net a word she said, but stood there shivering and trembling, with one small, faithful hand on the door-knob and a pleading look in her faithful eyes that made his own dim that made him turn away for an instant, and then ask in a husky voice, •'Don't you know me, Popsy?" Popsy started at the tones. "Well, this beats all! Don't you know your Nunc?" cried the man. "I swear, youngster, either you're asleep or I'm another man. What, don't you know me, Popsy he asked, and held out bis arms to her. "Yes, you are Nunc!" the child cried, throwing her arms about his neck. Then, after a little thoughtful pai3e, she added, "And yet you are not."

The man was, indeed, well disguised. Sinse Popsy bad known him face had become rough and dark by a beard and mustache of some weeks' growth. Soap and water and a comb, prosaic as it sounds, had helped the transformation. The trim sailor's dress, rough as it was, formed such a contrast to the wretched clothes he had picked up piece-

With better clothes something of that disgraced, hunted-down look in his eyes bad disappeared so that as far as his outer man was concerned Brown might again have been classed as a respectable member of society. "And yet you arenotlsunc, the child repeated, not quite comprehending the disguise.

Brown said nothing, but lifting ber in bis arms carried her into the back room and closed the door. Placing the candle on the rough table, he seated himself and took the child on his knee. "Look here, Popsy," he began, with some embarrassment, "yon know I hiding fiom the—from the—" "Perlice," Popsy interposed wisely. "Well, yes, to be sure. And the fact is, to malee along story short, those two chaps who've been a-prowling round be re are making the place too hot for me: and, Popsy," hesaid,

with

a certain

tenderness in his voice you would hardly have expected from so rough a man,— "Popsv,

I've got to leave you, though I

saidT"wouldn't and it does seem hard and mean, now, doesn't it, young un "On, Nunc, None!" tbe child sobbed. "There, there I" Brown said, rocking her to and fro like a sick baby. "Now, listen to what I've done.

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know Jack? Still, how should you?" be muttered to himself. "Ay, Jacks a good one and has stood by me like a rock, darn him!" Brown and affectionately. "Now, Jack'a got me a berth with himself on the Mary Ann, bound for tbe East Indies. The skipper's g'.ad of a steady band, and asks no questions ml this time o' year. There'll oome a women for you to-morrow,

Popsy,

who

will take ye along with her. She's Jack's sister, and," speaking almost in whisper, "once abe was to have been my wife,—my wife. But I want to the

dogs—God

forgivs me 1—and she's only

Jack's sls&sr now. Be mindful of her,

Popsy be true and good like her, and some day you'll grow up to be a good woman, just as she is,—Heaven bless her!" Brown cried, and buried his face in his bands for a moment. "I will, I will, Nunc!" the child answered piteously. "But when are you coming oack "Never, staring ha But when you're a woman grown good woman, mind, like her, perhaps then you'll come out to me But what's the matter, young 'un as

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mind, like her, Popsy,—

There was the noise as of a delicate

There was only time to act. With the auickness of "a man to whom self-posses-sion in dauger has become a second nature, he sprang to the low window, tore it open, and without another word or look leaped out into tbe midnight darkness, and ran, ran for dear life, with the horror at heart of perhaps running into the very hands of his pursuers.

The child, with quick instinct, shut the betraying window, and then, with the hot tears welling up into her eyes, shrank back into a dim corner, and waited till the low door opened, and by tbe flash of a lantern and the flaring light of the candle she saw three men enter, one ot whom carried a revolver in his band. The last man was a policeman, and he stepped in with a certain business-liKe air which was in fine contrast to the lagging steps of the men behind bim, in whom tbe child instantly recognized the nautical loafer of tbe morning and the individual who said he was a doctor and a friend. "Where's Brown Where's the man?" tbe policeman asked, peering about, with his lantern in one band and tbe revolver in the other. "This is Brown's retreat with a vengeance," said tbe nautical gentleman, while the friendly individual used some strong language about meddling fools, witlf a glance at the former.

Without a knowledge of what would happen, with the glitter of the ugly looking pistol in ber eyes, but with a world of gratitude in her heart, poor Popsy crept out of her corner, and said humbly and pleadingly, "If you please, sir, I'm Brown.

Of course they tried to ferret him out, but the humorous rogue did actually escape on tbe Mary Ann, bound for the East Indies, with the briskest kind of a breeze to push her along.

I had feeling of sympathy witb Brown all tbe time, for he bad a vein of humor in him} and a vein of humor is an excellent point in a man, even if two hundred and fifty dollars are offered as a reward for bis capture as a common thief.

He was, to be sure, a bit foolhardy in bis appreciation of a joke, for in his leisure he nailed up another deal-board with "Brown's Retreat" upon it at the bead of his bunk, to the curiosity of the seamen. Only one understood the delicate innuendo, and that was the good Samaritan, Jack.

I have his little ioke without be- nmm iv he could have bis little joke without be ing looked up where preachers say what they mean and human nature is to be trusted.

The name of Brown is not uncommon. Should you knolv a middle-aged man of that name, witb a misty past and a taste for a joke, you might ask bim if he ever beard of Brown's Retreat.

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two or three doses of CVTICDRA RKSOLVKW*.daily,REflTlTiV the New Blood Purifier, to keep the blow

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Chas. Houghton, JSsq., lawyer, 38 State St., Boston, reports a case of Ecsema undo: his observation tor ten years, which oovere* the patient's body and limbs, anu to whicfc all known methods of treatment had beefe applied without bei eflt, which was com-plett-ly cuaed solely by the Cuticura Rem*' dies, leaving a clean and lieaithy skin. ~r. H. Drake, Ksq., Detroit, Mich., snflter^ ed untold tortures from Ecaema, which appeared on my hands, face and heml, nearly destroyed his eyes After the most earef

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Mr. John Thiel, Wilkesbarre, l'u., writes: "I have suffered fiom Suit Rheuin for over eight years, at times so bad that 1 could not attend to my business for weeks at a tints. Three boxes of Cuticura and four bottles K«solvent have entirely cured roe of this dreatfful disease."

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