Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 16, Number 11, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 September 1885 — Page 2

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Tbe events which I am about to relate took place between nine and ten years ago. Ssbastopol bad fallen in tbe early spring tbe Peace of Pari* had been concluded since Marcb our commercial relations with the ltuaiiiau Empire were but recently renewed and I, returning tutue after my first northward journey since the war, was pleased with the prospect of spending the month of December under the hospitable aud thoroughly English roof of excellent friend, Jonathan Jelf, Enquire, of Dumbleton Manor, Clay borough, East Angllii.

It was a foggy afternoon, singularly •warm for the Fourth of December, and 1 had arranged to leave Loudon by tbe 4:15 express. The early darkness of winter bad already closed in the lamps were lighted in the carriages a clinging damp dimmed the window*), adhered to the door-bandies, and prevaded all the atmosphere while tne gas-jets at the neighboring book stand diffused a luminous haze that only served to make the gloom of the terminus more visible. Tlavlng arrived some seven minutes before the starting of the tram, aud, by the connivance xf the guard, takeu sole possession of an empty compartment, I expected undisturbed enjoyment of book and a cigar. Great, therefore, was my disappointment when, at the last, a gentleman came hurrying aloug the platform, glanced into my carriage, opened tbe looked door with a private key, and stepped in.

It struck me at the first glance that I had wen him before,—-a tall, spare man, thin-lipped, light eyed, with an ungraceful stoop in the shoulders, and soant gray hair, worn somewhat long upon the collar. He carried a light water-proof coat, an umbrella, and a large brown japanned deed-box, which

I now recognized my companion. I recognized him from the moment when he removed his had aud uncovered the lofty, furrowed, and somwhat narrow. brow beneath. I had met him, as 1 distinctly remembered, some throe years bofore, at the very house for which, in all probability, he was now bound, like myself. Llis name was Dwerrihouse he was a lawyer by profession and, if 1 was not gieatly mistaken, was first cousin to the wife of my host. I knew also that he was a man eminently "well to do," both as regarded his professional and private mean*. The Jelcs entertained him with that sort of observant courtesy which falls to the lot of the rich relative the children made much of him and the old butler, albeit somewhat surly "to the general," treated him with deference.

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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, SEP. 5, 1886

THE UNDER DOG.

I know that the world—that the great, big world— From the peasant up to the king, Has a different tale from the tale I tell And a different song to sing. Bnt for me, and I care not a single fig

If they «ay I am W.OIIK oram right, I shall always go In for the weaker dog— For the under dog in a fight. I know that the world—that the great, big world-

Will never a moment stop To see which dog miy he in the fault, But will shout for tiie dog on op. But for me—I «hall neverpause to oak

Which dog may be in the rignt, For my heart will Ueyf, whl Jt beats at all. For the under dog in the fight. Perchance what I've said I had better not said,

Or 'twere better I had said it Incog But witn heart and with gluse filled chock io the brim,

Here's loc* io the bottom dog. —[David Barker.

Amelia B. Edwards in Godey's Lady's Book.]

The 4:15 Express.

thought, observing him

by tbe vague mixture of lamplight and twilight, that Mrs. Jelf's cousin looke.l all the worse for the three years' wear and tear which had gone over bis head sines our last meeting. He was very pale, and bad a restless light in his eye tbat I did not remember to have observed before. Tbe anxious lines, too, about his mouth were deepened, and there was a cravenous, hollow look about the cheeks and temples which seemed to spoak of sickness or sorrow. He had glanced at me as he came in, but without any gleam of recognition in his face.

ftow he glanoed again, as I fancied, somewhat doubtfully. When he did so for the third or fourth time, I ventured to address him. "Mr. John Dwerrihouse, I think?" "Tbat is my name," he replied. "1 had the pleasure of meeting vou at Dumbleton about three years ago?'

Mr. Dwerrihouse bowed. "I thought I knew your face," he said. "But your name, I regret to say "Langford, William Langfora. I have known Jonathan Jelf since we were boys together at Merchant Taylors, and I generally spend a few weeks at Dumbleton in the shooting season. I suppose we are bound for the same destination T" "Not if you are on your way to the Manor," he replied. "I am travelling upon business—rather troublesome business, too,—while you, doubtless, have only pleasure in view." "just so. I am in the habit of looking forward to this visit as the brightest three weeks in all the year." "It is a pleasant house," said Mr. Dwerrihouse. "The pleasantest I know." "And Jelf is thoroughly hospitable." "The best and kindest fellow in the world!" "They have invited me to spend Christma? week with them," pursued Mr. Dwerrihouse, after a moment's pause. "And are yon coming?" "I cannot tell. It must depend upon the issue of this business which I have in band. You have h«artl, perhaps, that we are about to construct a branch line fro in Blackwater to Stockbridge,"

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"Yon are an East Anglian director, I presume?" "My interest in the company,"replied Mr. Dwcrrfhouse, "is tbree-fold. I am a director I am a considerable shareholder and, as head of tbe firm of Dwerri house, Dwerrihoose A Craik, 1 am the company's principle solicitor."

Loquacious, self-important, fall of his pet project, and apparently nnable to talk on any other subject,V-Mr. Dwerrihouse then went on to tell me of tbe opposition be had encountered and the obstacles be bad overcome in the cause of the Stockbridge branch. I was entertained with a multitude of local details and local grievances. The rapacity of one squire tbe impracticability of another the indignation of the rector whose glebe was threatened the culpable indifference of the Stockridge townspeople, who could not be brought to see that their most vital interests hinged upon a junction with the Great East Anglian liue the spite of tbe local newspaper and the unheard-of difficulties attending the Common question, were each and all laid before me with a circumstantiality tbat possessed tbe deepest interest for my excellent feliowtraveller, but none whatever for myself. From these, to iny despair, be went on to more intricate matterts 10 the approximate expanses of construction ier mile to the estimates sent in by different contractors to the probable traffic returns of the new line to the provisional clauses of the new Act as enumerated in Schedule of the company's last half-yearly report and so on, aud on, aud ou, till my bead ached, and my attentiou flag ged, and my eyes kept closing in spite of every effort that I made to keep them open. At length I was roused by these words:

Seveuty-five thousand pounds, cash down." "Seventy-five thousand pounds, cash down," I repeated, in the liveliest tone I could assume. "That is a heavy sum." "A heavy sum to carry here," replied Mr. Dwerrihouse, pointing significantly to bis breast-pocket, "but a mere ft action of what we shall ultimately have to pay." "You don't mean to aay that you have seventy-five thousand pounds at this moment upon your person?'' I exclaimed. "My good sir, have I not been telling you so for the last half-hour said Mr. Dwerrihouse, testily. "That money has to be paid over at balf-past eight o'clock this evening, at the office of Sir Thomas' solicitors' on completion of the deed of

But how will you get across by night from Blackwater to Stockbridge, with seventy-five thousand pounds iu your pocket?" "To Stcckbrldge echoed the lawyer. "I find I have made myself very imperfectly understood. I thought 1 had explained how this train only carries us as tar as Mallingford,—the first stage, as it were, of our journey,—and how our route from Blackwater to Mallingford lies entirely through Sir Thomas Liddell's property."

had soen nun oetore,—-a tan, spare man, fear my thoughts were wandering. S« thin-lipped, light eyed, with an ungrace- you only go as far as Mallingford toii 111l/lurfl

•I beg your pardon," I stammered. "1

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last he placed under theseat. This done jClayborough. Can he felt carefully in hia breast-pocket, afj^ if to make certain of the safety of hU| purse or pooket-book laid his umbrellr iu the netting overhead spread lb waterproof across his knees, aud wx changed bis hat for a traveling cap of some Scotch material. By this time the train was moving out of the station, and into the faintgray of the wintry twilight beyond.

night?" "Precisely. I shal_ from the 'Blackwater you

conveyance irnis.^ And

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,ny message from you 'You may say, if yJ .ngford, tbat I wis he mpanion all at I will Stone Wrer ir jsnble bef Christmas." "Nothing more

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Mr. Dwerrihouse smued grimly. "Well," he said, "you may tell my cousin that she need not burn the hall down in my honor (Ate time, aud tbat I shall be oblige if she will order tbe blue-room chimney to be swept before I arrive." "That sounds tragic. Had you a conflagration ou the occasion of your last visit, to Dumbleton "Something like it. There bad been no lire lighted in my bedroom since the spring, the flue was foul, and the rooks had built in it so when I went up to dress for dinner, I found the room full of smoke and the chimney on fire. Ate we already at Blackwater

The train had gradually come to a pause while Mr. Dwerrihouse was speaking, and, on putting my bead out of the window, I could see the station, some few hundred yards ahead. There was another train befoie us blocking tht way. and the guard was making use of the aeley to collect the Blackwater tick eta. I had scarcely ascertained our position, when tne ruddy-faced official appeared at our carriage door, rickets, Mr!" said he. "1 am for Clay borough," I replied, holding out the tiny pink card.

He took it glanced at it by the light of his little lantern gave It back looked, as I fancied, somewhat sharply at mv fellow-travelK r. and disappeared. "He did not ask for yours," I said, with some surprise. "Thoy never do," replied Mr. Dwerrihouse. "They all know me and, of course, travel free." "Blackwater! Blackwater!" cried the porter, running along the platform beside us, as we glided into the station.

Mr. Dwerrihouse pulled out bis desdbox, put his travelling cap in his pocket, resumed his hat, took down his umbrella and prepared to be gone. "Many thanks, Mr. Langford, for vour society," be said, with old-fashion-ed courtesy. "I wish you a good eveu-

'D"Good evening," I replied, putting out my hand. Bat he either did not see it, or did not choose to see it, and, slightly lifting his bat, stepped out upon the platform. Having done this, he moved slowly away and mingled with tbe departing

Leaning forward to watch him out of sight, I trod upon something which proved to be a cigar case. It bad fallen, no doubt, from the pocket of his waterproof coat, and was made of dark morocco leather, with a all vet monogram upon the side. I sprang out of the carriage just as the guard came up to lock me in. "Is there one minute to spars?"

I ask

ed, eagerly. "The gentleman who travidflown elled with me from town has dropped his cigar case,—be is not yet out of tbe station." "Just a minute and a half, sir," replied tbe guard. "You moat be quick."

I dashed along the platform as fast as my feet could carry me. It was a large station, and Mr. Dwerrihouse had by this time got more than half way to the further end. ..

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I, however, saw him distinctly, mov

months away from England, and had jog slowly with the stream. Then, as I therefore heard nothing of the con tern- drew nearer, I saw that be had met some plated improvement, friend,—tbat they were talking as thev

Mr. Dwerrihouse smiled compla QNiOy. aomewna* nvm •It *31 he an improvement," he said guide in earnest conversation. "U IFTTF OB IW M9ue in WR««% WU?WBS»IV«. "a Improvement. Stockbridge is straight for the sprt where taey were flourishing town, and needs but a more waiting. There was a vivid g**-jet just direct railway communication with the above their beads, and the light fell full metropolis to become an Important con- upon their faces. I saw both distinctly, »er of ommerce. This branch was my —the face of Mr. Dwerrihouse and the own idea. I brought the project before face of his companion. Banning,

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT.

breathless, eager as I was, getting in the way of porters and passengers, and fearful every instant leat I should see the train going on without me, I yet observed tbat the new-comer was considerably younger and shorter than the director, that he was sandy-haired, moustached, small-featured, and dressed in a closecut suit of Scotch tweed. I was now within a few yards of them. I ran

tbe spot just as the driver's whistle warned me to return. To my utter stupefaction they were no longer there. I had seen them but two seconds before, and they were gone! I stood still. I looked to right end left. I saw no signs of them in any direction. It was as if the platform had gaped and swallowed them. "There were two here a moment at my tilbow: gone "1 saw no gentlemen, sir," replied the man.

Tbe whistle shrilled out again. The guard, far up the platform, held up his arms, and shouted to me to "come on "If you're going on by this train, sir," said the porter, "you must run for it."

I did run for it, just gained the carriage as the train began to move, was shoved in by the guard, and left, breathless and bewildered, with Mr. Dwerribouse's cigar-case still in my hand.

Jt was the strangest disappearance in the world. It was like a transformation trick in a pantomime. They were tbere one moment,—palpably there, talking, with the gaslight full upou their laces and tbe next moment they were gone. Tbere was no door near,—no window,— no staircase. It was a mere slip of barren platform, tapestried with big advertisements. Could anything be mote mysterious?

It was not worth thinking about and yet, for my life, 1 could not boip pondering upon it,—pondering, wonderiug, turning it over aud over in my mind, and racking my brains for a salution oi tbe enigma. I thought of it all the way from Blackwater to Clay borough. 1 thought of it all the way from Clayborough to Dumbleton, aa 1 rattled aloug tbe smooth highway in a trim dog cart drawn by a splefidid black mare, and driven by the silentest and drapperest of East Anglian grooms.

We did tbe nine miles in something less than an hour, and pulled up Itefore the lodge gates just as the church clock was striking half-past seven. A couple of minutes more, and the warm glow of the lighted ball was flooding out, upon the gravel, a hearty grasp was on my band, and a clear, jovial voice was bidding me "Welcome to Dumbleton.' "And now, my dear fellow," said my host, when the first greeting was over, "you have no time to spare. We dine at eight, and there are people coming to meet you so you must get the dressing business over as quickly as may be. By tne way, you will meet some acquaintances. Tbe Biddulpbs are coming, and Pendergast (Prendergast, of tbe Skirmishers) is staying in the house. Adieu! Mrs. Jelf will be expecting you in the drawing-room."

I was ushered to my room,—not the blue-room, of which Mr. Dwerrihouse had had disagreeable experience, but a pretty little bachelor's chamber, hung with a delicate chintz, and made cheerful by a blazing fire. I unlocked my portmanteau. I tried to be expeditious but the memory of my railway adventure haunted me. I could not get free of it. I could not shake it off. It impeded me, —it worried me,—it tripped me, up,—it caused me to mislay my studs,—to mistie my cavat,—to wrench the buttons off my gloves. Worst of all, IVmade me so late that the party nad all assembled before I reachea the drawing-room. I had scarcely paid my respects to Mrs. Jelf when diuner was announced, aud we paired off, some eight or ten couples strong, into the dining-room.

I am not going to describe either the guests or the dinner. All provincial parties bear the strictest family resemblanoe, and I am not aware that the East Anglian banquet offers any exception to the rule. Tbere was the usual country baronet and his wife there were the usual country parsons and their wives tbere was tbe sempiternal turkey and haunch of venison. Vanitas vanitatum. There is nothing new under the sun.

I was placed about midway down the table. I had taken one rector's wife down to dinner, and 1 had another at my left band. They talked across me, and their talk was about babies. It was dreadfully dull. At length there came a pause. Tbe entrees had just been removed, and the turkey had oome upou tbe scene. Tbe conversation ha4 all along been of the languidest, but at this moment it happened to have stagnated altogether. Jelf was carviag tbe tnrkey. Mrs. Jelf looked as if she was trying to think of something to say. Everybody else was silent. Moved by an unlucky impulse, I thought I would relate my adventure. "By the way, J«lf," I began, "I came dowu part of the way to-day with a friend of yours." "Indeed said the master of the feast, slicing scientifically into the breast of the turkey. "With whom, pray?" "With one who bade me tell you that he should, if possible, pay you a visit before Christmas." "I cannot think who that could be," said my friend, smiling. "It must be Major Thorp," suggested Mrs. Jelf.

I shook my head. "It was not Majbr Thorp," I replied. "It was a near relation of your own, Mrs. Jelf." "Then I am more puzzled than ever," replied my hostess, "Pray tell me who It was. "It was no less a person than your cousin, Mr. John Dwerrihouse."

Jonathan Jelf laid down his knife and fork. Mrs. Jelf looked atmeinastrange startled way, and said never word. "And be desired me to tell you, dear madam, that you need not take tbe trouble to burn the Hall down in bis honor this time but only to have the chimney of the blue-room swept before his arrival."

Before 1 bad reached tbe end of my sentence, I became aware of something ominous in the faces of tbe guests. 1 felt 1 bad said something which I had better have left unsaid, and tbat forsome unexplained reason my words had evoked a general consternation. I sat confounded, not daring to niter another svllable, and for at least two whole minutes tbere was dead silence round the table. Then Captain Prendergast came to the rescue. "You have been abroad for some months, ba*e you not, Mr. Langford he said, with the desperation of one who flings himself into tbe breach. "I heard you bad been to Kuwda. Surely you have something to tell us of the state and Jerrprr of the country after tbe war?

I waa heartilv grateful to the gallant Shlrniaber for this diversion in my favor. I answered him, I fear, somewhat lamely but he kept tbe conversation np, and presently one or two others joined in, and so tbe difficulty, whatever it might have been, was bridged over. Bridged over but not repaired. A something, an awkwardness, a visible

constraint remained. Tbe guests hitherto bad been simply dull but now they were evidently uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Tbe dessert bad scarcely been placed upon the table when the ladies left the room. I seised the opportunity to select a vacant chair next Captain. Prendergast. "In heaven's name," I whispered, "what was tbe matter just now What bavel said "Yon mentioned tbe name of John Dwerrihouse." "What of that? I bad seen him not two hours before." "It is a most astounding circumstance tbat you should have seen him," said Captain Prendergast. "Are you sure it was be "As sure as of my own identity. We were talking all the way between London and Blackwater. But why does that surprise you ••Because," replied Captain Prendergast, dropping bis voice to the lowest whisper,—"because, John Dwer) ihouse absconded three months ago. with seventyfive thousand pounas of the Company's money, and has never been heard of since."

II.

John Dwerrihouse bad absconded three months ago—aud I had seen him *»uly a few hours back. John Dwerrihouse bad embezzled seventy-five thousand pounds of the Company's money—yet told me that he carried that sum upon his person. Were ever facts so strangely incongruous, so difficult to reconoile? How should he have ventured again inthe light of day How dared he rbow iiioiftoif utoug the line? Above all, *hat had he been doing throughout those mysterious three months of disappearance?

Perplexing questions, these. Questions which at once suggested themselves to tbe minds of all concerned, but which admitted of no easy solution. 1 could find no reply to them. Captain Prendergast had not even a suggestion to offer. Jonathan Jelf, who seized the first opportunity of drawing me aside and learning all ihatl had to tell, was more amazed and bewildered than either of us. He came to my room that night, when all the guests wore gone, and we talked the thing over from every point of view—without, it must be confessed, arriving at any kind of conclusion. "I do not ask you," he said, "whether you can have mistaken your man. That is impossible." -As impossible as that

should mis

take some strauger for yourself. "It is not a question of looks or voice, but of facts. Tbat he should have allud ed to the fire in the blue room is proof enough of John Dwerribouse's identity. How did he look "Older, I thought. Considerable older, paler, and. more anxious." "He has had enough to make him look anxious, anyhow," said my friend, gloomily, "be he innocent or guilty." "1 am incliued to believe tbat he is innocent," I replied. He showed no embarrassment when I addressed him, and no uneasinetft when the guard came around. His conversation was open, to a fault. I might almost say that be talked too freely of the business which he had in hand." "That again is strange for I '•now no one more reticent on such subjects. He actually told you tbat he had seventyfive thousand pounds in his pocket "He did." "Humph! My wife bss an idea about it, and she may be right "What idea?" "Well, she fancies,—women are so clever, you know, at putting themselves inside people's motives,—she fancies tbat he was tempted that he did actually take uie money aud that he has been concealing himself these three months in some wild part of the country.—struggling possibly with his conscience all the time, and daring neither to abscond with his booty nor to come back and restore it." 'But now that be has come back?" 'That is the point. She conceives that he has probably thrown himself upon tbe Company's mercy made restitution of the money and. being forgiven, iR

replied, "is an tmpossi

sible case. Mrs. Jelf tbinks like a gen

erous

and delicate-minded woman, but not in the least like a board of railway directors. They would never carry forgiveness so far." "I fear not and yet it is the only conjecture that bears a semblance of likelihood. However, we can run over to Clayborough to-morrow, and see if anything is to be learned. By the way, Prendergast tells me you picked up his cigar-case." "I did so, and here it ii»."

Jelf took tbe cigar-case, examined it by tbe light of tbe lamp, and Faid at once tbat it was beyond doubt Mr. Dwerribouse's property, and that he remembered to bave seen him use it. "Here, too, is his monogram on tbe side," be added. "A big transfixed a capital D. He used to carry the same on his note-paper." "It offers, at all events, a proof that I was not dreaming." "Ay but it is time you were asleep and dreaming now.

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kept yoiTup so long. Good-night."

anywhere, if I can be tbe least service." "Thanks! I know you mean it, old friend, and it may be tbat 1 shall pot you to the test. Once mord goodnight."

So we parted for that night, and met again in tbe breakfast-room at half-past eight next mornlnsr. It was a hnrried, silent, uncomfortable meal. None of us bad slept well, and all were thinking of the same subject. Mrs. Jelf had evidently been crying Jelf was impatient to be off and both Captain Prendergast and myself felt ourselves to be In tbe painful position of outsiders who are involuntarily brought into some domestic trouble. Within twenty minutes after we had left tbe breakfast-table the dogcart was brought round, and my friend and I were on the road to Clayboroogh. ••Tell you what It is, Langford," be said, as we sped along between tbe wintry hedges, "I do not much fancy to bring up Dwerrihouse's name at Claybo rough. All the officials know thai he is my wife's relation, and tbe subject just now Is hardly a pleasant one. If you don't mind, we will take tbe 11:10 to Blackwater. It's an important station, and we shall stand a far better chance of picking up information there than at Ciayboroogh."

So we took the 11:10, which happened to be an express, snd, arriving at Blackwater about a quarter before twelve,proceeded at once to prosecute our inquiry.

We began by asking for tbe stationmaster,—a big, olunt, business-like per--•mo,—who at once averred that be knew Mr. John Dwerrihouse perfectly well, aod tbat there waa no director on tbe line whom he bad seen and spoken to so fr»qn«ntly. "He u«*d to be dowu two or three mes a w«*»k, about three months ago," mid be, "when tbe new line was first set afoot, bat since then, you know, rittlwww—"

He paused

significantly.

Jelf flushed scarlet. "Yes, yes," he said, hurriedly, "we know all about tbat. Tbe point now to be ascertained is whether anything has been seen or heard of him lately." "Not to my knowledge," replied the station-master. "Heis not known to have been down the lino any time,—yesterday, for instance

Tbe station-master shook bis head. "The East Anglian, sir." said he,."is about the last place where he would dare to show himselr. Why, there isn't a station-master, there isn't a guard, there isn't a porter, who doesn't know Mr. Dwerrihouse by siebt as WPII as he knows his own face in the looking-glass or who wouldn't telegraph for tbe police as soon as he set eyes on bim at any point along the line. Bless you, sir! ibere's been a standing order outagaius? bim ever since tbe twenty-fifth of September last." "Aud yet," pursued ray friend, "a gentleman who traveled down yesterday bom London to Clayborough by the afternoon express testifies tbat he saw Mr. Dwerrihouse alight at Blackwater station." "Quite impossible, sir," replied the station-master promptly. "Why impossible?"

"Because tbere is no station along the line where be is so well known, or where he would run so great a risk. It would be just running his head into the lion's mouth. He would have been mad to come nigh Blackwater station and if he had come he would have been arrested before he left the platform." "Can you tell me who took the Blackwater tickets of that train "1 cun, sir. It was the guard,— Benjamin Somer." ••Aud where can I find him?" "You can find him, sir, by staying here, if you please, tilloue o'clock. He will be coming through with the up-ex-press from Crampton, which stays at Blackwater for ten minutes."

By one o'clock we were back again upon the platform, and waiting for the train. It came punctually, atal 1 at once recognized the ruddy-faced guard who had uoue down with my train the evening before. "Tbe gentlemen wants to ask you -omeihitig about Mr. Dwerrihouse, Somers," said tbe statiou-uiaster, l»j way of introduction.

The guard flashed a keen glance from mv face to Jelf's, aud back again to mine. "Mr. John Dwbrrihouse, the late director?'' said he, interrogatively. "The same," replied my friend. "Should you know him if you saw him?" "Anywhere, sir."

Do you kuow if be was in the 4:15 express yesterday afternoon "He was not, sir." "How cau you answer so positively?" "Becaiised I looked into every cur riage, and saw every face on the train, and I could take my oath that Mi. Dwerrihouse was riot iu it. This geutleman'was," he added, turning sharpupon me. "I don't kuow tbat 1 evei saw bim before in my life, but I remem ber his face perfectly. You nearly missed tukiug your seat, in lime at this station, sir, aud you got out at Clayborough."!

Quite true, guard," I replied "but do you not also remember the face of the gentleman who traveled down in the same carriage with me as far as here?"

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impression, sir, that you

travelled down alone," said Somers, with a look of surprise. "By no means. 1 bad a fellow-travel-ler as far as Blackwater, and it was it trying to restore to bim the cigar-cast-.vbich he had dropped iu the carriage, ••••r so nearly let you go on without me." ••I remember you saying something about a cigar-case, certainly," replied the guard, "but— "You asked for my ticket just before we entered the station."

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"1 did, sir." "Then you must have seen bim. Hfc sat in tbe corner next the very door to whicb you came." "No, indeed. 1 saw no one."

I loeked at Jelf. 1 began to think the guard was in the ex-director's confidence. "If I had seen another traveler 1 should have asked for bis ticket," adderi Somers." "Did you see me ask for his tickot sir?^ "1 observed that you did not ask for it, but he explained that by saving—" 1 hesitated. I feared I might be telling too much, BO I broke off adruptly. The guard and the station-master exenanged glances. Tbe former looked impatiently at his watcb. "I am obliged to go in four minutes more, sir," he said. "One last question, tben," interposed Jelf, with a sort of desperation. If this gentleman's fellow-traveler bad Iw^n Mr. John Dwerrihouse, and he had been sitting in tne comer n«xc tbe uoor oy which you took the tickets, could you bave failed to see and recognize bim?" "No, sir it would be quite impossible." "And you are certain you did not see him?" "As I said before, «lr, I emiM take mv oath I did not see him. And if it wasn't that I don't like to contradict a gentleman, I would ray I could also take my oath tbat this gentleman was quite alone In tbe carriage the whole way from London to Clayborough. Wby, sir," be added, dropping his voice so a* to be inaudible to tbe station-tlxaster, "you expressly asked me to give yon a mpartment to yourself, and I did so. I locked you in, and you were so good ss to give me something for myself." ''Yes but Mr. Dwerrihouse had a

key

of his own." "I never saw him, »ir I saw no one in that compartment but yourself. Beg pardon, sir, my time's up.

Aod with this the ruddy gnard touched his cap aod was gone. In another minute tbe heavy panting engine began afresh, and tbe train glided slowly out of the station.

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Hon. J. O. Parks' Testimony. I cheerfully state that in mv opinion Swift's Specific is a most- excellent tonic. In the month of September, 1883, mv health failed by reason of overwork while attending the state legislature. I was at length induced to try Swift's Specific and was greatly benefited. When I began using it I could scarcely take a step, but after I bad finiabed tbe seventh bottle I realized tbat Swift's 8p(Hrffic had contributed in a large degree to my gradual restoration to health and strength. I bave also used S. 8. 8. In my family with satisfactory results,givingittooneof my children this spring. Tbe little one's appetite, strength and general health were perfected from the use of 8. 8.8.

JAMES O. PARKS.

Dawson, Ga., May 22,1885. For sale by *11 drogglsts* Trestise on Blood and Skin Diseases mailed free.

THE SWIFT SPECIFIC CO., N. Y.,

157 W. 23d St. Drawer 3,

Atlanta, Ga.

A Great Discovery.

Mr. Wm. Thomss, of Newton, la.* says: "My wife has been seriously affected with a cough for twenty-five years, and this spring more severely than ever before. Sne bad used many remedies without relief, and being ura to try Dr. King'" New Discovery, did so, with most gratifying results. Tbe first bottle^ relieved her very much, and the second^ bottle has absolutely cured her. She hasl not bad so good health for thirty years. ill'i Trial Bottles Free at Cook Be Store. Large size 1.00.

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Never tare Up.

If you are suffering with low and depYfeSsed spirits, loss of appetite, general debility, disordered blood, weak constitution, headache, or any disease of a bilious nature, by all means procure a bottle of Electric Bitters. You will be surprised to see the rapid improvement that will follow you will be in-sf spired with new life strength and activity' will return pain and misery will cease, and henceforth you will rejoice in the praise of Electric Bitters. Sold at fifty cents a bottle by Cook A Bell. (0) IHf

Bocklen'a Arnica SRlve. The Best Salve in the world for Cuts,Bruises, Sores, Ulceus, Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Tetter, Chapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and all skiu eruptioils, and |osiltvely cures Piles, or no pay required, it is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction, or money refunded. 25o per box. For sale by Cook A Bell. (tf.)

Nervous Debilitated Men

You are allowed a free trial of thirty days of the use of Dr. Dye's Celebrated Voltaic Belt with Electric Suspensory Appliances, for tbe speedy relief and permanent cure of Nervous Debility, loss of Vitality aud Manhocd, and all kiudred troubles. Also, for many other diseases. Complete i*storation to health, vigor and niunbood guaranteed. No risk is iLcumd. Illustrated pamphlet, with full information, terms, etc., mailed free by addressing Voltaic Belt Co., Marshall, Mich. Ja-S-l-y

ACAED.

To all who are suffering from the errors and Indiscretions of youth, nervous weakness, early decay, loss of manhood, Ac., 1 will send a recipe that will cure you, FREE OF CHARUE. This great remedy was discovered by a missionary in South America. Send a self-addressed envelope to RKV. JOSKPII T. INMAN. Station D, New York City, jy 18-1

Surpasses All Remedies.

I have used l.)r, Warner's White Wine of Tar Syrup, and for Sore Throat, Weak Lunfia Coughs, Colds, or any disease of the kind, It surpasses all other rrnudles 1 have tried. With many tlianus to ilie Dr. for his valuable remedy, 1 rtinain, Ycurs truly,

BKV. G. W. UAGKNS,

Clyde. Ohio. 1 fit.

REME

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Cures Bheumatiam, Somleia,

LAP I

Batkftfhe,

Ilriutaehe,

Tootliarh®,

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Pain and Ache*.

Fifty Com*. At Drug it) art and Doalcrn.

THR CIMRI.KS A. YOflBLKK CO.. Kaltlmarr, XL, E. 8. A.

[OUGHfURE

JPVeo from Opiates, Emetics anaroisona.

PROMPT. SAFE. SURE

Care for Couiki, Coldaand other Throat ana I,un* Afrcctlona. Fimr

CKKTSAI.OTTLK.

ATDMUOOIHT* AWD DKALKU.

THE CHAKLKS VOUUXK CO., BalUnorr, Hd., t.8

TUTT'S PILLS

YEARS IN USE.

The Greatest Modical^Triumjh. of the Ago! SYMPTOMS OF A

TORPID LIVER.

Lois of appetite, Dowela coatlve, Pain In the head, wiik a dull sensation In tho back part, Pain nnder tbe shoulderblade, Fallness after eating, with nlls« Inclination to exertion of body or mind. Irritability of tempor, Low spirits, with a feeling of having nofflccted some duty, Weariness, Dizziness, Flattering at tho Heart, Dote before tho eyes, Headache over the right eye, Restlessness, with fltfkl dreams, Highly colored Urine, and

CONSTIPATION.

TUTT'S PILLS are especially adapted to such eases, one dose effects such a change offeelinir as to astonish the sufferer.

They Increase the A ppetUe,anl cau»e tho body to Take on Flesh, thua the •ovrishod, and by their Tonic Action cm

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TUTT8HAIB DYE.

GKAT HAIR or WHISKERS changed to a G&Oflsr BLACK by a single application or tht• DTR. It Imports a natural color, acts instantaneously. Sold by Druggists, or sent by express on receiptor *1. Office, 44 Murray 8t., Hew York.

Manhood Restored

RKMKDT KKEK.—Arictfmofyonthfalimprndano* CMsing Prematura Decar, Rtnotu Debility, Loet Manbood, Ac.,baring tried la vain arer1 Known reflMdjr,baa discovered a simple means of aelf-oarrf, which ha will sead FREK to hi* fellow-anfferet*. •ddreae, J.B.&KKVE&, 43

Chatham sL^lew York.

REWARD1—OfvaluAble

U0-I60 to every person

rending as information of school vacancies and needs. No trouble or exper.se. Bend stamp for circulars to CHICAGO SCHOOL AGE?CY,Chicago, 111. 185 aouth Clark Htreet. N. B.—We want all kinds of Teachers for

School* aod Families. j25 ly

Clear Skin

is only a part of beauty but it is apart Every lady may have it at least, what looks like it. Magnolia Balm both freshens and

beautifies.