Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 16, Number 40, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 March 1886 — Page 2

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THE MAIL.

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

MAY BLOSSON.

Continued from First Page. "Boys, you are wanted down at the 'Fishery' right away. Lively, now, all of vou 1" "Ay, ay, boss," came the general response. Ashcroft lingered in front of Tom Blossom's house as if anxious to see its owner, who was collecting twine from basket that hung from the porch. Owen had stopped to give Tom the newspaper, and Hiram stood waiting for his two companions. "Hiram, have you seen Eph anywhere?" asked Aslicroft, meaningly. "No, sir." "Strange," muttered Ashcroft. liaven'tseen him since last night. Hiram, if you should meet him, tell him to be on hand at mx o'clock." "Ay, ay, Hir."

Ashcroft detained Tom Blossom, speaking with assumed care lessness: "Where aro you going, Tom?" "Down ter mend the seine. Thom garfish does a deal of hurt to our nets, to say nothing of a sturgeon that got tangled in one yesterday and toro it all ter pieces But that's in the way o' business and •ean't be helped. Mr. Ashcroft, have you seen my gal about anywhere?"

Ashcroft he'-i'ited and then seemed to reach a stiddt-i decision: "Yes, Tom I saw her on the beach about an hour ago." "Ye did? Thank ye."

Tom took a few steps, halted, and his face glowed with delight. "Steve's been away fur days," he murmured, joyously. "He got back this morn in', an' I reckon she went away without lettin' any o' us know, just ter

fit

the fust look at him. It's a-comin' know it." "Tom," Richard Ashcroft's voice trembled, then grew tirin with purpose, "May is getting to bo quite a woman now." "So Del) was a-sav!n\" Tom Blossom fixed his eyes on the young man's handsome, eager features. "Curious you should have noticed it. Yos, she's a-git-tin' to bo quito a woman, e'enamost." "And a very handsome woman, too, Tom," Ashcroft said, with enthuiasm.

Tom laughed. "You've noticed that, too, have you? Well, that ain't so curious. I've heerd beeps of other folks say it. Slio's a mighty good-lookln' gal now, ain't sho?" '"Tom, you must be very proud of her."

Ashcroft put out his hand and tho old fisherman grasped it. "Proud! That's savin' nothin'. Life wouldn't bo worth tho livin' ef it wasn't to look at m.v little gal's face, and hear ithe ripplo o' her voice. Proud! Well, reckon. She's tho sunshine of my old heart, honey."

Asheroft's next sentence was interrupted by aloud noise in Tom's house, followed by tho appoarance of a frightened cat pursued by Miss Deborah. The ludicrousness of tho scone was appreciated by tho two spectators, and Tom began to laugh. "I'd hotter bo off. The cat has kindor upsot Deborah. She thinks I'm on the beach, and the nets nigh on tor finished. "•Good-day, boss, good-nay!"

Ashcroft looked after him, feeling bit_^terlv disappointed. For several (javs he telT'Ton\lff4toi the old man's consent*iMltnoir marriage.

For many reasons, Aslicroft felt that if May were his wife he could attend more devotedly to the plans which had caused his return to his native State somo six months previously. His intention was to marry her at once, and take her to his own home, where, in ca«e of any sudden occupation of the country by the Union troops, she would be much safer than in the vicinity of Hampton. With these ideas uppermost in Ins busy brain, he turned in the direction of the town, and soon left the shore out of sight.

CHAPTER II. A l.ovKit's THYST.

Ashcroft- parsed the outor streets of tho town, and entered a narrow lane shaded by overarching forest trees, and fragrant with (lowering shrubs. Exquisite wild flowers bordered the small footp sth, and rase in tangled musses near the rustic moss-grown fences. Hero and there the wintergreen plant carpeted the ground, nnd from its luxuriance gave a name to tho long, winding lane. Ashcroft bound .together some wild roses, and while thus Occupied, heard a sweet voice call "Richard!" "Mav!"

He "hastened to meet a tall, slight, white-robed girl, who had been waiting for him In the shade of a great oak that rose a few yards away and seemed to offer protection to all who would rest units spreading branches.

der its spreading branches. Bios. aneo ami her education, seemed separate and apart from tho people among whom her lire had been passoa. She was then about eighteen, slender and very graceful, and in manner somewhat girlish and

May Blossom, both from her appoar-

Ashcroft studied her face, hesitated, then spoke, sad ly: "Mav, the day will come, perhaps, whon 1 shall he* able to explain them fully to yon. Fbr the present, my darling,* you* must trust me."

Their eves met for a long, steady glance-. s)»e clung to his arm. "Oh, Richard, you know 1 trust you! Although 1 aiu only a woman, sometimes I feel that some* secret purpose has brought you hack to Virginia." (Ashcroft started, but controlled his voice and fen lures.) "Don't be angry. I will not try to penetrate yoursecret but still, Richard, 1, too, am a Virginian. If I

...... ..... Ill v* Ubl VII £4 VAlllirV 13 Vlll IIVOU) UU" very impulsive*. Hor lustrous, brown composos vour nerves, and softens vour eves met her lover's ardent with honest brains." delight sparkling in them her cheeks flushed she trembled as he bent over her and touched her hair with his Hps. "There, May, don't shrink from me. I am going to' ask you to listen to tue, Mav, do you love me?" "Ilow often am I to confess to you?" sho said, earnestly, "I have said so once, Richard "My darling!" He drew her arm in his, and they slowly walked along the shaded path'. "Mav, I am going to domaud something that you may regard in the light of a sacrifice. It is this: to marry me at once—perhaps to-morrow uight, certainly within a week." (He bent to watch her face, which had grown Tory white.) "1 see I startle you. May, I i^innot tell vou all of my reasons for asking vou to do this. will explain some of mv motives." "Riehanl. don't misunderstand me. I was thinking how I could ever leave father." "I know. My darling, tvhon I give certain information to vour father, I am sure he will counsel you to be guided by me. My pet, the times are very bad.and worse are coming. I shall have to be awav from you for days at a time." "Oh, Riehanl! these long absences—I •eonnot tmderstuid thetu and lately they have lw*eotno more fmnient. I tremble when think of them."

were a man, I know I should devote myself to the*cause. hour there is

by you to my mother's house near Richmond. One of my sisters lives with hen and they will love my little wife, and watch over her safety when I have to be away from her.

All

my brothers are in

the service. Surely your father will not object to a proposition to

remove

you to

a place of security—in fact, May, your dear father's home may be destroyed any moment. In that event, you will have a sure retreat to offer him and your aunt. "How good you are, Richard!, You think of everything."

"I think of you—your happiness and pcace. May, what perfect hours we have spent together on this lovely spot! I carry the remembrance of them with me always. Should we be parted for any length of time, I shall live them over with delight. May—should fate separate us before— Oh, my God, I dare not think of it I To-night, May, I shall beg your father's consent to our marriage."

He caught her in his arms and held her to his heart, unable to speak. "Richard, nothing can* come between us being yours, I am yours forever. Away from me, and take my heart with vou. Only death shall separate us. Richard—oh, my love,speak to me! See —I am brave. So long as you are alive, no matter what distance maybe between us, I will live for you—pray for you—be true to you in life and in death." "My own darling! May, you inspire me with fresh courage—new hopes— great dreams! What man would flinch from duty with such a woman to wish him success in his efforts? To-night I must cross the bay. In a day—yes, tomorrow, my own, I shall be with you again!" "To-night? Oh, Richard!" May began to tremble. "It is imperative. Dutv calls me. For your sake, my darling, I must be true to principle and honor. My wife must be able to look into her husband's eyes with a pride and confidence in his courage." "But yon will be back, you say, tomorrow night?" "Yes—to-morrow afternoon. May, once you are my wife, these separations will not be so terrible to think of and to boar. Now I must leave you there are some preparations to be made. I shall havo to go down to the fishery. However, I shall speak to your father to-night and seo you then. We will not say 'good-by' now—only, farewell for a few. hours. "These few roses you will keep for a souvenir of this meeting. I wonder darling, when we shall again meet in Wintergreen Lane, and under what circumstances." "Oh, Richard! why talk so seriously? To-morrow afternoon, of course, I shall await for you here, as usual." "You are right, pet we will meet here to-morrow afternoon."

They had reached tho end of the lane, and Ashcroft drew the girl to his breast and held her there for some minutes, their eyes meeting, their lips trembling, and their voices silent.

Then they parted, May going toward tho beach, anu Ashcroft taking the road that led to Hampton.

CHAPTER III. A FATHKR'8 WISH.

Uncle Bartlet spent many of his leisure hours wandering along the beach, enjoying the pure air, the sea view, and chatting pleasantly with tho fishormen who worked or loitered on the shore. On •this afternoon, Hiram Sloane and Hank Bluster perceived him at a distance

he was humming an old-fasln'oned love song as he strolled along, carefully pick ing his way over tho pebbles. Hank looked at Hiram with a knowing wink. "Hiram, ef tho parson don't havo knot ter tie purty soon, you may put me down for a mullet-head,"sure!" "What do you mean, Hank?" "Oh, I know what takes the boss to Wintergreen Lane so often." "What?" "A gal. And ain't ho spoons on her too! I've seen 'em meet along shore time and time again. I won't tell ye the gal's name. That's a secret. Ha! ha! ha! 'Cos Tom, ve know, moughtn't like it." "Ah, ha! It's little May, eh?" said Hiram, warmly. "There, now^ that's jest like mo. I've out and sed it. Don't say nothin' ter anj- of tho boys. She's a spilin' on him too. Hero's the parson, remember, mum."

Hiram's look expressed extreme caij tion, as tho parson stopped to speak: "Always glad to see you, friends. Master Bluster, have you seen Miss Deborah Blossom this afternoon?" "I seed her talkin' with Owen Hatha way before dinner," Hank said inno cent.lv. \Vhat!" cried

tho

"that

amazed parson,

fellow! Ho

ain't

the sort

a man

for Miss Deborah Blossom to wasto her time with. He is a drinking man. Now, I don't object to alcohol when it's taken as a medicine, or when your feet are wet or cold, or when you are going to be out in the air for along time. Strong drink ragin', you know. That's what the

good Book says, and there ain't no gettin' awav from the good Book, vou hear me. Strong drink swells your head, do-

Having delivered this short temperance lecture, Parson Bartlett turnea to observe its effect on his listeners. "Uncle Bartlett, have you been out long to-day?" asked Hiram, producing a small black bottle from a deep pocket in his old jacket. There was an embarrassing muse. Finally the parson took the bottle and quiet!v'inspected it. "Where?" "Ole Dad Halliburton—"

Uncle Bartlett eyed the bottle with the air of a connoisseur, thoughtfully rubbed his chin, looked about him, and tinallv pulled out the'cork and took a long drink. "Dad Halliburton keeps np his word," he remarked, as he returned the bottle. "He knows more about genuine corn juice than any man in all Virginia. I remember when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, no bigger than a tumblebug, fny lather used to sing: 'If drinkln' wears the soul away,

Just add a little leather. For till our weitln* does decay We'll drink and stick together.'" The parson kept time with his hand and foot, and sung the lines in a slow, hymnlike measure. "Boys, there's a heap of philosophv in those words but to sing them weli, a man ought to be in good voice." "Or in good liquor," suggested Hank.

Owen Hatha way's voice waa now heard calling,at distance, and Hank and Hiram rose to join him. Parson Bartlett watched them collecting their nets and oars, and wished them good lock. "It does* my old heart good to be among them," he murmured, as he turned toward Tom Blossom's house. Then his thoughts tood a very different turn, and the parson stook before the door of the pretty ivy-dad cottage, and debated a point that bad perplexed him for many yean. "I wonder if Miss Deborah is at home?" be mused. "Yes, there she is at the window. There**

something about Miss Deborah that I like. How silly I ami" The patsOO laughed good-naturedly at himself. "Every time I leave the meetin'-hou* I find myself in front of Tom Blossomf door. If I go into the field to look after lule, I'm bound to come faoe to my old mul face with Miss Deborah. I wonder it is that causes this feeling? Fll si to her about it. Yes, I will! I've foolin' long enough I'll settle now, sure and certain!"

Thus having reached a determin the parson adjusted his neck-clot" glasses, hummed a little air, then 1 mounted the porch, and entered th the ever-open hospitable doorway.

Miss Deborah looked flushed an easv, and although secretly deligh see* him, found it difficult to sho pleasure. Her manner completely ed all the parson's freshly sumn courage, and he felt quite relieved she proposed going out on the where a shaded bench offered an able rest and suggested new oppo ties for the parson's scheme. "You must excuse me for carrvi out here, parson,but I'm gettin'm about May."

thought a heap of you— "Did you, Miss Deborah?"Yes—" "And—"

teres haute sattthday evening mail.

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Uncle Bartlett looked concerns tried to think of something proi say, but in vain. He began to fee much in the way, and at lasts dangling his hat in his long finge regarding Miss Deborah with eagerness and sympathy. "Good-day, Miss Deborah, I'm

and to

vtfy DP, aftd tuch

Miss Deborah started. "'What for, parson "Why, you said a word! Don't be in a hur down. Every time you come to something is sure to happen to me." "Well, if you really wish it, ,care if I do sit awhile."

iTfn't Sit me (Try

The parson took one end of tl bench, and, finding himself so Miss Deborah, grew more confusi ever, but a smile in her bright assured him. "flow long have we been acq parson?" she asked gayly. I "About forty years, Miss Dej said Uncle Bartlett, promptly. "Parson Bartlett!'.'cried Miss quite shockedv "That is, I've known you ab long," explained the nervous pai

j&ort to an re-

Led,

ah,"

ih,

that

Miss Deborah was mollified ai sweetlv: "Parson, do you know

said,

livays

kTom irmed par-

Aloud cough near thom, and tl Blossom's sudden appearance,) with a huge net, put to flight son's pet opportunity. He ai Deborah rose quickly, and the

Miss re-

porch.

treated to the further end of Miss Deborah turned to her bro was diligently hanging up hi ments: "Bro'r Tom, I'm ashamed of wm, taking folks unawares like that. Ie parson and I were talkin' about laftairs when you interrupted." "I ask your pardon," said i, with a sly glance. "What were talkin' about, Sis' Deb?" "Have you seen May?"

who

imple-

Miss Deborah was decidedly rltated. "No." "Have you seen her at all to-c "No, but I saw her pretty at the window yesterday. 'Ah, dad,1 aid she —an' sho do say 'dad' so pretl r-'Dad,' says she, 'I'm a-comin' down help ye bail the boat,' an' sure enough wn she (tomes with her pretty white di ss tucked up, and helped me, all tho ti ie chatter in' away as natural as s* 'fore I sent her to bojedicato"*

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"That ho will!" agreed Mj Deborah, brother, looking down kindly upon who had seated himself ojbne of the steps and was leisurely ligJmg a huge clay pipe. "And I don't tf»w a better man for her than Steve/arhmd. Do you, parson

Thus called upon to sh in a family council, Parson Bartle joined the brother and sister on tl steps of the porch, speaking deeidodl as he always did when the well-bein of others was the quostion. "No, not one. Steve ill make her a good, steady husband." "That's true," said Ton thoughtfully. "But our choosin' o' ah band fur May is one thing, an' shoa-ch sin' o' one fur herself is another. Ef

J\1

wants Steve

she can have him ef ie doesn't she needn't. That's how I'v made up my mind."

Along succession of pi followed. "There you go again, n," said Miss Deborah. "I'm afraid ou're spailin' her, always agroein' wit her everlastingly givin' in to her. I rson, he'd giVe his right hand to have marry SteVe Harland, and the sooner »letsherknotv it tho sooner will his mi I be at ease." "Tom," the parson st ke, solemnly, "I reckon Miss Doboralifright. A fisherman's life is one of da ei, and, some day, should your old I it fail to come back, it'll take a great lo I off your heart to know that May won' left alone in the world, for Steve is a an that can be depended upon. Dut duty, Tom. You must do yours."

You speak'to her, I jo rah, depend on you fur talkin' ter tl gal about such matters."

Nothin' of the kim You'll do it yourself. Steve'll be ?re to-day, so when she comes home :y somethin' tp her. Parson, you'd bet stav and takh supper with us. You advise May and get her to name weddin'-day, and don't let it be putoi too long. Lor', here she comes now." "Trippin' over thegra like an oriole," cried Tom, and his eyt glistened as he watched the girl's apprc t?h.

May had gathered a antity of wild flowers and arranged in her large straw hat, but sheglai ed down at her roses to see that they we safe, and looking np met the three pa of expressive eyes reading her facet Her own eyes were brilliant with secrib jov, and she kissed her aunt, shookjhancU with the parson, and bent over ler father, hugging and kissing him tith a delightful sense of his sympathy tith her happiness. "Ah, father, I'm gtfng to tell you something. Did you grass I was in your room this maming whiJk you were sleeping?" "In my room?** "Yes. I saw one of the curtains was drawn and the sun was pouring upon you as if it hadn't the least bit of respect for the slumbers of the best and kindest father in the world. I shut out the sun, crept to the side of the lied, kissed you on the cheek, stole out of the room, and you didn't even dream that I had been there."

Tom Blossom's face shone with satisfaction. He drew May's head to his shoulder and patted it fondlv. "You see how it spiles these gals to treat 'em as ef yon loved 'em." "Now suppose she had waked yon?" said Miss Deborah. "You ought to scold her. Tom." "I will." said Tom, affecting a stern manner, and kissing his child gently. "There." "Scold me again," laughed May. Miss Deborah shook her head and looked at the parson. "What man! what a girl! May, where have you been all this blessed

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day? I have been really worried about you.'*" "Auntie don't be angry with me—I couldn't help it." ,r She went to her aunt, speaking softly. ''Auntie, it's—it's come at last." "What's come?" asked Miss Deborah, bluntly, and gazing half angrily at the girl's flushed race. "Guess," whispered May. "Let your dad guess he has more patience. I must go and attend to suppeh"

May followed quicklv along the porch and caressingly put her arms around Miss Deborah's neck. "You are not angry with me, auntie, are you?" "Who said I was?" She turned and kissed the girlish face that seemed to plead for attention and sympathy. "Angry with you? No, I'm never angry with you, child."

May again tried to speak, but her father's loud laugh stopped her. "Who's a-spillin' of her now? eh, Sis' Deb. Ain't you everlastin'ly givin' in ter her?"

Miss Deborah hurried into the kitchen. "Whv don't you scold her, sisterscold ner!" cried Tom, fully enjoying his own joke.

After putting her best dishes on the on the table, in honor of the parson, Miss Deborah was proceeding to bake some feathery buiscuits, when she suddenly remembered Steve Harland's coming visit, and its object. "Everything nappe murmured, and sne returned to the

Everything happens all at once," she

Eeautiful

den't

orch. The scene before her was very the sun was setting behind great masses of purple and gold clouds the white sails of the distant fishingboats reflected the lovely hues the waves crept up the restful beach, and May had wandered to a low bench, and was sitting with clasped hands and drooping head, listening to the sea. Tom still smoked and' entertained the attentive parson with stories of successful fishing expeditions in Chesapeake Baj\ "Tom," said Miss Deborah, with mysterious emphasis, "now is your time to speak to May about Steve." "But sis—so sudden, don't you see?" he expostulated. "Nonsense, Bro'r Tom. It's your duty and nows your chance. Thero she is near the beach. Perhaps she's thinkin' of him now.'.'

Tom nodded, and Miss Deborah, feeling highly elated over tho' events of the day, went back to her domestic preparations.

Of what was May thinking? Richard would be with her very soon. He would have courago to tell ner father everything. How her father would rejoice in her happiness! She pieturod the whole scene Aunt Deborah's surprise and delight the meeting in the little parlor the short separation Richard's return on the following afternoon. "And yet,' she murmured, "I must tell father that Richard loves me and has asked me to be his wife." She put her hands on her burning cheeks. "Still 1 ought to tell him at once." "May!" She started, her father was standing near her. looking thoroughly anxious and perplexed. She rose and put her arm in his: "Yes, father—what is it?"

Tom stared at hor for some second, smiled, patted her hair and stammered out: "I don't know how ter begin. How purty you do look, May! What kin I say? Jerusalni! How ono dor'* Bot bothered M-v.i«rctCfh"ea. "It i- *wU!lJllil"ir*Very important, I

"Wal, yes, now, the idee o' speakin' to ly little gal 'bout sich a thing as love." May started, her cheeks crimsoned, feho suddenly threw her arms round his neck and hid her face on his breast. "See Stove to-dav?" he whispen "No, father." "Not seen Steve! Where on earth have you been all the mornin'?" "I have been—gathering flowers down in Wintergreen Lane." "Wintergreen Lane, oh? It 'poars to me vo go there very often lately. May, Steve's a good boy, and thinks a mighty heap of ye." "And I think a great deal of Steve, father," May said earolossly. Tom sat down on tho low bench and drew his daughter to his side. "I know ye do!" he said with delight. "May, ye'ro sure ye think a mighty heap o' StGvo?" "Why, ves, father, why shouldn't I think kinclly of Steve? We are almost like brother and sister." "Ay, almost, but not quite. But that's no reason whv in time ye shouldn't be a kind o' relatecl ter ono another, the sort o' relation your mother waster me, May —his wife.*' "His wife!" "That's what I said. Steve's wife." "Steve's wife!" the girl repeated mechanically.

Tom laughed and drew her face toward him: "That "brings the roses ter your cheeks doesn't it? May Harland! D'ye like the sound? Music ter ye, ain't it? And so it is ter me, gal. Ye couldn't do better if ye was the belle of Virginney." May's voice sounded faint and far off: "Father, is it your wish that I should be Steve's wife?"

Tom Blossom pressed his hands, speaking with strange earnestness and solemnity. "Why, honey, it's my dream by night, my prayer by day. It II be the happiest moment o' my life when I see ye married to Steve. His father and I were pardners before poor Bill got drowned, so I sav it outright and downright, an' without sham—for a fisherman should be about all that, seein' how uncertain life is—there's not a man livin' I should sooner give ye ter than Steve Harland!" Mav rose suddenly and turned so that her father could not see her features. He would have been alarmed at the pain and sorrow they expressed. "What say ve, May? Come, speak up, gal." May's silence* was inexplicable. Her father bent over to her, speaking softly: "Shall I tell Steve about ft?" "No! no!" was the quick answer "No!" ~01d Tom's surprise was painful. May straggled to speak calmly, even playfUll. JJ "Oh, father, it is so sudden! I never thought of Steve except as a dear friend—" "A friend!" "Or a brother. Oh, father, give me a little time to think. I can't answer you vet—indeed, indeed I can't."

May sank on the bench ana coverea Ifer face with her hands. "There, there," said her father, patting her hair. "I know vou love him—I kin alwavs tell but I gave it ter ye too sudden took vour breath away. Come. Mav, look np, you're jist like the rest of the girls I remember your motherdoin' the same. Don't look skeered. I ain goin' ter force yer. Ah, there's the gun for snnset. Steve will be along himself directly. He's spoken to Deb, an' she told him ter come round an' have it out. So, when he asks ver himself, give him ver answer, eh? there's Steve, now, alwavs a singin*. Fur real light-hearted-noss, give me Steve."

May stood up, clasping her hands. Her features were white. "Father—" "Oh, ves, I know. Two's company an'. May, I'm a-goin' ter tell Deb ter put another plate on." The girl's figure was

bathed in the warm, red glow which was lighting up earth, air, and sky. Tom laughed and took her in his arms. "Give yer old dad a hug an' a kiss. Heaven ble8sye! I'm so cheery: I feel like.'a June bug on a wild strawberry! I always kuowed yer keered fur Steve, always—always!"

As he hurried into the house, old Tom Blossom brushed away some tears of j°5 [Continued next week.]

"Age cannot wither it nor custom stale its infinite variety." Flesh is hardly heir to an acho or pain which cannot, be cured by using Salvation Oil .m-tfr-j

It is painfully annoying to be disturbed in public assemblies by some one coughing when you know Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup is only 25 cents.

1N6BRS0LL REBUKED. [Philadelphia News.] I read yesterday that Secretary Lamar and Bob Ingersoll were fast friends, and that not long sioce the "Pagan of Peoria," as he used to be called, while visiting the southern statesman made some reflections on Christianity which displeased him very much, and that he said: "Ingersoll, I hope to livetosjee the day when you will come to this capital city aud preach the word Christ and him crocifled With your magnifioent abilities and splendid oratory, you could work a revival such as the world has never seen. I hope, Bob, so see the day when this will come to pass, and you could not engage in any grander or more noble work." This was a sharp rebuke, but not half so severe as tho one administered to bim by Washington McLean several years ago. It was a bitter, bad day in* Washington. It had| snowed and was raining. The streets were ankle-deep with slush, and the wind blew fearfully. Ingersoll entered the Riggs house and walked Into the: reading-room, where a Cincinnati man was looking out on tbe dreary seene.' "Isn't this a terrible day?" he exclaimed, "Indeed it is," responded Mr. McLean, who continued "I wish you had been' bereafew minutes ago. A poor, crippled old man was making the best of bis way through the storm across tbe street, when a big, lusty fellow came along, kicked thecrntcb from under his arm and let him fall in the slush and wet." "The scoundrel," roared Bob "I wish I had been here. I would have wrung his neck for bim." "Bob, you are tbe big lusty fellow I bad in mind," said the old gentleman, to the inflnito amusement of the dozen weather bound listener!. "You are big and strcng and hearty, and yet you go tbrough tbe country kicking the crutch Christianity from under the arms of poor crippled sinners who have no other support, and tben you leave them wallowing in the mud and mire of unbelief and despair. You are all pull down and no build up." Ingersoll seemed stunned by the "deadly parallel," made no response and walked back into tbe office. I am told that for an bonr or more be appeared to be in a brown study.:

Kiding

man,

:iuicKsnvcr, it courses through

The natural gates and alleys of the body," and causes the skin to become "barked about, most lazar-like, with vilo and loathsome crust." Such are the effocts of diseased and morbid bile, the only antidote for which is to cleanse and regulate the liver—an office a^mirabU'performed by Ir. Pierce's "ijfoMen Medical Discovery."

•••A CRANKY PRIMA DONNA. Chicago Herald. (ierster is another artiste who is very difficult to manage. If she takes a notion half an bonr before the curtain rises that sho wants to seo her baby she will travel 500 miles to do if, and no power can stop her. She 1* the most selfish woman in some things^ on the stage. I remember ore time she was traveling from Louisville to Chicago. The sleeper she was broke down and they had to side-track it. D. you know that woman refused to leave it. She said she had paid for her state room In tbat car and she would have no other. In vain did tbre manager protest and entreat. She refused to budge. Finally they got the station agent—a fine looking fellow—brought him in and introduced bim as the president of the road He flattered her, told her how she would oblige him and his corporation if she would only consent to occupy another car, and at last, pleased at tbe deference shown ber, she consented. But even then they had to lav a Brussels carpet between tbe cars for her highness to walk on. ________

It is the Best.

The Journal, published at Lanesboro, Minn., has the following editorial in its columns on January 1, 1K8:

Our readers will havo noticod in our columns tho advertisements of tho Swift Specific Co., of Atlanta, Ga. Wo aro exceedingly charv of Committing ourselves in recommenffation of any patent or proprietary medicine, but we do not hesitate to state our belief that this medicine has proved itself to be one of the most valuable blood purifiers and tonics known. It is now manufactured by an organized company and on an imtnonse scale. Messrs. Lamar, Rankin &, Lamar, Macon, and Albany, Oa., who brought it before the public j*nd are still the principal owners, are wholesale and retail ists of the highest character and standing. We know them well by reputation, and had when in that city the pleasure of a personal acquaintance with Mr. Lamar, the Macon member of tbe firm. If the facts that it is guarranteed by men of tho highest personal and professional character, that it has had a wonderfullv rapid introduction and sale, and that it has the confidence and firm support of thousands who have nsed it count for something, Swift's Specific offers those assurances of its value.

For sale by all druggists. Treatise on Blood nnd S*kin Diseases mailed free. ThkSwiftSpecific Co., Drawer 3, Atlanta, Oa., or 157 W. 33d St., N. Y.

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EXERCISE FOR AGED PEOPLE. Mr. Bonchardat, professor of hygiene' at the Paris faculty of medicine, protested In strong terms at a recent leoture A against the advice given by some hygienista who recommend almost completerest to the aged, In the following terms: "I protest against the oft repeated adage tbat old age is the age of rest. This sentence has led to a very great error in hygiene. The regular general exercise of all organs of nutrition and of locomotion is necessary to persons cf all ages. Tbe greatest attention on this point is all the more neoessary that the tendency to rest brings on gradual diminution of the strengetb." "If the old man does not resist, his strength will visibly and progressively diminish, and the few days he may have to live may be transformed into just se manv hoars. In proof that regular and! daily exereise is beneficial to the aged, one has only to observe the results in some of the handsomest old men, who take little or no rest. Moderate exercise,

rtioularly walking, should be the precept of tbe hygiene of the aged, without which longevity is wellnigh impossible."

Professor Bouchardat also recommends tbat old people should maintain their intellectual faculties, or otherwise.*-' they will get into a state of inourab' torpor. This is best accomplished having some steady intellectual p'"#! and by taking an active interest ~, events and progress of tbe day. boyhood we remember a very who told us he kept in as perf as an old man can be by chop for an hour or two every day regarded as sufficient exercit, Another old man we knovf health greatly benefitted wood with the ordinary bucksaw^

"As the Crow Mies."

This interesting bird, as is well known always takes the shortest route and "get there" soonest. In this respect he is worthy of imitation by travelers. For example, a man going to Florida,' as many do at this season, would naturally take tbe Evansville Route, because tbat line not ouly passes through tbe most interesting country, but makes tho run from Terre Haute to New Orleans and Jacksonville in thirty-four hours. This unprecedented performance is made possible by the new bridge over tbe Ohio River, near Evansville, which brings Nashville within ten hours of Terre Haute. Palace Buffet Sleeping Cars run without change to Nashville and but one change to New Orleans and Jacksonville, Florida. Send to R. A. Campbell, General Agent, C. & 2. I. and E. & T. H. Railroads, Terre Haute, Ind., for an illustrated copy of "Florida—A Story." ,v

CONSUMPTION CURED. .U *'r Auold physician, retired from practice, having had plaoed in his bands by an East Indiajmisslonnry the formula of a simple vegetable remedy for the speedy and permanent cure of

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Cutarrh, Asthma and all throat and Lung (^positive and radical cure for Nervous DulMjiy and all Nervous Oome plaints, lifter hi#ing tested its wondorful curative powers in thousands of cases, has felt it his duty to make it known to his sufferinel lows. Actuated by this motive and a desire to relieve human nutter lug, 1 will send, free of charge, to all who desire it, this reelp". in German, French or English, with full directions for preparing and uslug. Bent by mull by ndoresslng wltii stamp, naming this paper, W. A NOYE8,149 PowerSi Block, Rochester, N. Y. no21-10teow.

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The undersigned has opened a Kwclvlut Room, No. 18 south Hecond street, whero ho Is prepared to receive Bough Tallow and Grea*e of any kind. Pork and IVef Cracklings, Dry or Green Bones, for which he will pay tbe Highest Cash Prices. Ho will also buy Dead Hogs by singlo or car load. Hop received at the Factory, Southwest of tb« City on the Island. Office No. 13 south Heoond street, Terre Haute, Ind.

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