Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 17, Number 3, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 July 1886 — Page 2

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THE MAIM

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE JULY 10, 1886.

THE WIFE'S KISS AT THE DOOR.

"Don't you kiss Harry 'good-bye?' I asked Of a sw«t young wife of a year, AH her hunhand went to his dally work,

Saying only "Good-bye, my dear." "Good-bye," she wild: and she did not rise, And (scarcely lifted her dreamy eyes.

"Don't you kiss Harry good-bye?"' I asked. "Oh, yes sometimes! do. But we have been married over a year,

And, although our love Isastrue, We're not HO

lover-like now, you see

Hut he's Just exactly nx fond of me.

"I saw him pause at the door, dear child, With sad, expectant eyes, And I know that on his kind, true heart

Like a shadow your parting lies. You used to run to the outer tor, And whisper, 'Harry, Just one kiss more.'

"That was In your honeymoon, you say? Knell moon l« that to a wife You should grow dearer and nearer to him

With every hour of your life. Let ail the love of your heart shine out on your face

Twill make your home a happier place.

"loyou never think In the morning, When he goes like this away, What terrible things may happen

Uefore the end of the day? And lt'sftad enough that his heart should miss The Joy of his true wife's parting kiss.

"He loving and sweet to your husband He Just as pretty and bright As the girl he came a-courtlng

When he comes home to-night: And when he goes at morning once more Kun down and kiss hi in 'good-bye' at the door."

Late, But Not! oo Late

BY KMII, I.I'UKKKNS.

fOodey's lady's Book.]

"Ho you have como again to trouble mo?" was Flora ransom's cheerless greeting to hor cousin Walter Bransom, jix ho entered the sitting-room. 8he was reclining on the sofa with her head bolstered up with a pillow, on which her .fclondc looks lay in pretty confusion.

Walter Bransom was taken a little by surprise, by his cousin's remark but knowing her changeful inood, he advanced and stood near her. Ho looked down, but she closed her eyes, and he said: "I am sorry if I trouble you by my presenco. I have been looking for you for the last half hour, and now when 1 chance to find you here, 1 got but poor return for all'my pains.'- He moved toward tho door, but Flora noticed it, and asked quickly: "You have been looking for me?" "I believe that was what I said."

You are rather cross. Hut since you liave found mo, what is it you wish? "Why," ho hesitated a momont, and then continued "you seo I grew tired of reading Ixirinc was in no mood for conversation your father was asleep and I was driven almost desperate for something to assist me in passing the time agree.iblv, or somoone to converse with. 1 determined to hunt you up and get you to help drive oil'this ennui that had iakon possession of me." "You are vory complimentary, I am sure but I have my own troubles to contend with."

She pressed her hands to her forehoad as she spoke. "Are you ailing?" he naked, noticing the movement, "I have a headache." "A little fresh air will do you good. Hindi we take a stroll?" t* "*. "No." "Shall 1 bathe your temples with some cologne? "If you please.''

He "went for the cologne, then took her handkerchief and moistened it. He drew a chair close beside her, and brushing her hair from her forehead, plaeod tlie handkerchief upon it. "1 hope that will relievo you." "I lave vou been vcrv lonesome?" "Very.'' "Ami liorine is on tho veranda?" "Yes." "I do feel so very sorry for her." "So do I. "Just think, Walter, she is to be married next week. 11 close the time is at hand only four days more. It does not seem as though she is to bo married. She is so .sad one would imagine it were a funeral she expected to attend instead of a wedding. I don't blame her either I can't bear Raymond St. Clair, and papa should not have persuaded, or more properly speaking, obliged her to consent to wed* him. Walter don't vou think it wicked of Raymond to insist on marrying her when' he knows she does not love him and never will." "Very wicked indeed," Walter replied. "You wouldn't do it, would you? "I don't know, I'm sure."

Flora sprang tip to a sitting posture, while her handkerchief fell in nor laj. She looked steruly at Walter and asked: "You don't know?

Walter saw that his remark was not In harmony with her view of the matter, and that he had made mistake, and he replied quickly: "Certainly I know. I wouldn't." "1 thought vou wouldn't, Walter." She resumed her reclining posture on the sofa. He moistened her handkerchief and replaced it on her forehead. "Papa has a vory high estimation for Raymond St. Ciair, and he was a great friend of his father, to whom he was under great obligations for several generous acts since he can make no return to his father, who is dead, he probably believed that he was in duty bound to use his influence as a father to obtain Lorlne's consent to wed Raymond as a return for past kindnesses. "And does Raymond love her?" "Desperately, I believe. I^orino cherishes the memory of Malcolm Ixyare, and she broods over his untimely death—-You have noticed the locket she always wears?"

Yc*s."

"It contains Malcolm's picture. She was betrothed to him He was called to Europe: the steamer on which he had taken passage was wrecked and Malcolm's name was among the list of the passengers who perished. It is over a year ago since that occurred—But you recollect all about It?" "I do and how was Malcolm regarded l»v vour father?" "Wpa looked upon him as a son. He loved him dearly and could not get over the shock the news of hi» death gave him fbr some time." ••Will Malcolm father attend the wodd oir T*' "No. He loves Lorlne and calls to see her often but he can not witness the marriage at which he hoped hts son wouldbe the groom-And he has no high regard for Raymond St. Clair." "And vour father, he surely must understaml Lorine* position and that sh« does not love Raymond? He will not term it the marriage to take plsce when he comprehends that her life will be one of miserv in the forced relationship w'th a man hose presence she certainly much abhor?"

"He believes her behavior to a certain extent to be frivolous and that it will change and she become reasonable. His marriage with my mother was similar, he says, and mutnal esteem and love sprang up between them in after years. He believes alike result will follow this union but I beg to differ with him." "And if you were placed in a similar situation, would you, like Lorine, calmly submit?" "I would'not even if I was compelled to disregard my father's wishes and thwart his purpose!' "It is what I would advice Lorine to do." "She is fearful lest she offend him and meekly obeys."

A moments silence ensued and "Walter nq red. "Is your head relieved?" & "The pain is gone, thanks to your skill as a physician—And your ennui?" "It isgone, thanks to your entertainment—Let us take a stroll."

She rose, brushed back her hair, took up her wide rimmed straw hat and walked to the door Walter followed and they left the house together.

Major Bransom was lying back in a large country-mad© rocking-chair fast asleep, on the porch in the rear of his house. He was a southern planter and before him stretched his many acres planted with cotton which was ready for picking at that season, tho early part of October, and the field had the appearance of being crusted with a fall of snow. Among the rows, negroes, male and female. old and young were nicking the beautiful white product and putting it in bags which they carried when the bags were tilled "their contents was emptied into large baskets which were carried to the gin-house.

Upon another rocker, a little distance from the major, sat Lorine she had been busy with her needle work, but it now lay idly in her lap and her eyes were scanning the distance while she rocked gentlv to and fro. A sigh would occasionally oscape her and she would take up her work as if to proceed with it, but would let it fall again without a stitch and resume her rocking and gaze into the distance.

Tho rapid roll of buggy wheels was heard, and a buggy was driven to the steps of the porcHT and Raymond St Clair sprang from it and and advanced toward Lorine bowing.

The major was awakened from his siesta and rose hastily to bid Raymond good-day and then leisurely entered the house.

Raymond took the rocker vacated by the ihajor, and inquired. "I trust you are well, Lorine?" "Quite well, thank you, sir."

Lorine took up her work and busied herself with it. "I have ventured to come to ask you to take a drive with me." "If you wish it I will go."

Raymond colored and bit his Up. Each time" he came to see her he hoped to see her cheerful and pleasanter toward him but each time lus disappointment was increased bv finding that she grew more distant, lie said quickly and passionately as he rose: "Lorine, I have como to consult your wishes, not mine. If it is unpleasant for vou to drive you can say so, and I will bo satisfied. Your coldness toward mo, instead of diminishing, as the time draws near our marriage, is increasing. I have often spoken of my affection for you and although you can not return it, you could act with more consideration for my feelings, and with kindness.'.' "I have told you that I respect you." "Truo, respect may exist with an insurmountable barrier between us. I trusted vou would change and that I could still succeed in winning your love." "Never." "But I will not dospair of doi^ig so yet." "You were awaro of what you might expect. You we're not deceived in regard to my position or sentimouts—I would it were different that the palllike sorrow hovering over might bo dispelled and even a faint glimmer of happiness appear in the dim future that I might look to. But it is not so and I must bo content—My father commands, his child obeys. Duty is sovere."

Raymond loaned over her rocker as he replied: "Do you regard our marriage in the light of duty or command. Did I despair of making you happy I would venouneo tho right yon have honored ic with and bog you to recall your promiso, while I would willingly suffer the piin of a hopeless love. Your grief is your own making you brood on tho past, the memory of nim who is lost." "Hush! 'she exclaimed. She trembled ah she spoke and clasped her locket in her hand. "Do not fear, I/Orine! he was my friend as he was yours. His momory is as sacred to mo as to you, and I could not suffer my lips to utter aught against him."

Raymond spoke with feeling as he spoke the truth. He and Malcolm had boon warm friends and he was deeply grieved when the news of his death reached him. Raymond loved Lorine passionately and while he was aware that she did not return his affections as he really wished, he cherished the hope that at some day her prejudices would disappear. He was a passionate man but genial and generous to his friends, though they were but few. He was tall with an erect and easy carriage and handsome. While he was res pec tea and esteemed by his neighbors, his haughty manner did not permit many intimacies, and his torn per waa fiery.

Lorine was somewhat smaller than Raymond she was very beautiful, although her expression was one of sadness and her eyes would droop languidly when in conversation. She was unlike her sister Flora, who was rather small, pretty and full of gayety and mischief and onlv seventeen, three years the junior of Lorine.

As Raymond concluded, a negro rode rapidly "to the porch and dismounting, ascended the stairs and stopped.

Raymond approached him and reeeiv* ed a telegram which he opened and read. His brow darkened and his hand trembled. He gained his self possession in a moment and dismissing the negro, returned to Lorine. "A telegram compels me to hasten to town to attend to a matter that I had neglected. Pray pardon me for leaving vou so abruptly.' "Certainly," replied Lorine. "I will be here to-morrow." Lorine extended her hand he took it and raised it to his lira. He entered his buggy and drove rapidly home there he hastened to his room and after fastening the door threw himself into a chair.

His face was pale and his lips trembled, Occasionally an angry flush would color his face and his eyes would sparkle with an angry gleam, while muttering sounds would escape his lips. He would rise suddenly and pace the room excitedly. He stopped at the window and drew the telegram from bis pocket and read it again, ft was dated at New York and ran as follows: am alive and well Break the new* to Lorine. Will wire her to-morrow.

ed to devise means of securing the intended telegram before it would reach Lorine. "Walter, I feel dreadfully tired or lazy," said Flora, the afternoon of the following, day as they walked on porch. She took a seat on the stepe leaned against a post. Walter folk her example and sat just below her. "What shall we do, Walter, can't you suggest anything?" "I would suggest a stroll but prefer to wait a half hour when it will be pleasftotcr*" "That is about all you can ever suggest and I get out of patience with you sometimes." "I love to be with nature, in the woods, in the wild haunts, to push my way through the tangled shrubbery and hear

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ry that so little interest was taken by in his efforts to please her and flung the book upon the porch. The sound of its fall startled her and she sprang up quickly. Seeing his anger she askea: "Why, what is the matter with you, Walter? How you frightened me. Have you finished?" "I have," he answered curtly. "And wasn't it interesting?" "Judging by your behavior it was not. You are very kind to go to sleep after asking me to read." "Forgive me! but your voice is so very soothing when you read it lulled me to sleep—and it is so warm."

At this moment Raymond rode up and dismounting came toward them. "What is the matter?" he inquired pleasantly. "You both seem angered. Another quarrel. The course of true— etc., you know the old saw."

Flora blushed and smiled while Walter did the same. Lorine now appeared and Walter and Flora took their way across the field to the gin-house. They climbed the wooden stairs on the outside of the building to the first story and watched the weighing of the cotton as it was brought in and saw the stall-like compartments filled with seed cotton they watched the gin a negro was feeding themacliine from the top, the seed fell from the front, while the lint-cotton was driven into the lint-room. Walter and Mora pressed their faces against the window of the lint-room and peeped ivithin the cotton was blown about like flakes of snow tossed by the wind, and gathered on the walls and ceiling from which it hung in picturesque festoons. They witnessed the operations of the left the buildin

Neither had spoken for some time when Flora suddenly asked: "And this is what you love, Walter?" "Yes." "I do also. I often como here, as I think the spot so charming and lovely." "Flora, I love this place, and so many objects about are familiar to me because I have visited it often, sometimes alone and sbmetimes with you. But I have not heen thinking of the place and its loveliness sinco 1 have boen nere. I have been thinking how close the wedding day is at hand, and that I will bo forced to take my departure on the day following. "Isn't it too bad?"

They both got up as if to go. "I am glad you think so. It will probably be a long time before I see you again—a year—perhaps longer. Father insists upon mv spending a year in Europe. Will you think of me sometimes when I am gone?"

He took her hand she hung her head, her gaze resting on the ground. "You will think of me willyou not?"

She still continued silent. They stood near the trunk of an old oak, and the partly withered leaves rustled lightly as the wind swept between the branches. He stole his arm about her waist, and meeting with no resistance, he drew her to him, and rested her head on his breast. Bending over her he whispered: "Flora, I love you. You will not make me unhappy by telling me you can not return my affection?" he continued quickly. He felt her tremble. "Speak, Flora!* You do love me, do you npt?"

Again the leaves rustled lightly. Flora looked up through her tear-dimmed eyes, and mushing, answered: "Yes, Walter, I do love you."

Walter stooped and kissed her. Slowly they retraced their steps homeward, while the shadows of night were gathering. As they neared the house, they saw the negro who delivered the telegraphic messages stop before the house, and Raymond approached him and received a message, after which the messenger rode away. As they came nearer, they saw Raymond read it and then thrust his hand in his breast as if to place the message In his pocket, but must have missed it, as it fluttered and fell to the ground, while Raymond hastened into the house. Flora did not notice this, and when they reached the house, she hurriedly left him. Walter walked to the place where he had seen the despatch fall, and stooping, picked it up. Glancing at it, he saw it was addressed to Miss Lorine Bransom. He looked around and saw he was alone Again he glanced at the name, and ex-

,uulure

MALCOLX LROAOK.

"Will wire her to-morrow!" he repeated. He erased the messase in his hand. "She must not hear from him! I will prevent it! my happiness la staked upon it!" tie sank* into a chair and commenc-

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through the tangled snruDDery ana near nummauon »uu rwmoraw. xic «uum the shrill voice of a bird, disturbed or- scorch under her scorn at his miserable startled from a branch on which it rested. I love to stroll through paths shaded with thick foliage of the overhanging boughs. What arbor is prettier than the one nature has thus rudely constructed? The sound of the rippling waters of a brook are music to my ears and I am happy when I hear the soft murmur of the light breeze, and I cast myself upon the scattered foliage to.listen to its murmurings as if I heard the voice of nature in its sound." & "You are sentimental, Walter

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"What is life without sentiment? It is a barren existence, the cold, hard struggle to live but to die and pass into oblivion."

Mora yawned she was not interested. "Excuse me, Walter.—Read me something."

He went for a book and read to her. He read for some time and then looking up saw that she was asleep. He was an-

cotton press and then left the building the stool at his feet: she did so, and to continue their walk. They wandered buried her tear-stained face iin)his lap, he into the vallev and there sat down and passed his fingera through her hair. Sh£ rested. A spring was bubbling near by looked,up intohw face and inquired.and they drank some of its clear cool t„£ou *®nt

eolm's safety. He will arrive on Tuesday the train does not reach town until four—two hours after the marriage. Malcolm will be late. What scheming and "treachery! "But, Raymond, you shall be outwitted!" He placed the dis-. patch in his pocket, and walking to the other side of the house, entered it.

Raymond sat with Lorine and her father Flora entered, smiling and blushing. Raymond was ill at ease the dispatch that he believed he had in his pocket troubled him. The disappointment at losing Lorine would arise to his mind. Then he would seem to take courage in the knowledge that Malcolm's would arrive too late. But his trickery would be discovered upon Malcolm's arrival, and he would feel the sting of humiliation and remorse. He would

conduct. Once he was on the point of telling her that Malcolm was alive, but he hesitated and remained silent. He had no peace he wished to be alone. He saw the blushing face of Flora and her smile he seemed to divine the reason of her happiness, and he envied Walter his gooa fortune. A half hour's torture was all that Raymond could endure, and he took his departure. He spurred his horse he could not bear to trot leisurely. He wished for the solitude of his "own room, and when he reached home hastened to it at once, and fastened the door securely. "Fortune has favored me in securing the dispatch," he muttered. "But, my God, what have I done! How can I ever Aope to be pardoned for it! It turns my brain!"

He drew a dispatch from his pocket and held it to the candle it burned, the flames were stealing up to his hand. "Gone! gone!' he exclaimed. But his eyes suddenly fell on the portion of his name "Clair," and he dropped the burning paper and extinguished the flame with his foot. He picked up what was left and saw the letters "air he pulled out the remnant of the telegram and read, "Will wire her to-morrow."

Curse it!" he muttered, as he flung the charred remains into the fire-place. He felt in his pockets, he could not find the other dispatch again he searched his pockets carefully without success. He must have lost it, he thought. He paced the room rapidly, muttering half-sup-pressed oaths. He summoned a servant and sent him out to search for the missing paper. He waited and paced the •room excitedly until his return. The search had proven fruitless.,

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he received and read. What can it mean? I will see Lorine." He moved a few paces, and then stopped. A desire to know the contents seised him, and he drew the message from the envelope.

It is wrong to pry into her affiUrs: hot a mystery seems to hang about iL I will

fense." He unfolded it, and road by the fast wanning light: "Raymond 1MS told you of my safety. Expect me Tmssday. "MALCOLM." "Malcolm!" cried Walter, and he tot- ™djl©ra tered for a moment at the suddenness of the news. "Malcolm alive and safe! here on Tuesday, the day of the wedding."

to nave you become his wife.

ut I have learned that I must not selfishly regard my own happiness and forget that of my 'daughter. If you believe you can never love him, that you can never be happy with him, you must recall your promise, Lorine." He stooped and kissed her brow passionately. His hands trembled as he held her head between them. "You may retire to your room there consider your position and arrive at your conclusion. If Malcolm were here—God bless him!—I would be able to recommend what course to take. But my love for Raymond and yourself will not permit me now to advise you. Act as you will heaven knows I look forward to your happiness I will love you as my daughter still."

He rose, drew Lorine to his breast and kissed her again. Now go, Lorine." He sank back into his chair while Lorine retired slowly from the room.

In the sitting-room, Walter was standing by the window drumming on the panes with his fingers Flora was seated in a large chair with her back toward him: she was holding a book, but was not reading.

Walter was considerably excited by a mere chance he was possessed of the knowledge of Malcolm's safety and of his expected arrival. Time seemed to drag with him and he was anxious for the appearance of Malcolm, although the train was not due for several hours. At length Flora ventured to ask: "Don't vou feel rather gloomy to-day, Walter? "i do."

Walter did not hear her he was so engrossed with his own thoughts, and made no reply. "I wish it was over with, don't you?"

Again be did not hear her she turned in her chair and called impatiently: "Walter!' "He turned to her quickly, and inqulr-

"^Well, what is Itr'SSSIf "I asked you whether you didn't feel rather gloomy to-day." "Yes." He resumed his drumming on the glass. "You wouldn't feel so on our wedding day, would you?" "Yes." "Yes!" exclaimed Flora. She sprang from her chair and went over to him. He was surprised at her sudden appearance before him, and seeing the tears gathering in her eyes. "You would, would you?" she exclaimed, shaking her linger at him. "What is the matter now? what are you so wrought up about?" "I asked you whether you would feel so gloomy on our wedding day, and you said ves.'

He smiled and drew her to him. "I could not feel gloomy then, as it will be the happiest day of my life. I

rt*^ n^ed neverknow my of- did not undem^nd yo« question, and "TO® N5®A. "EVER V? A\ no HAORI

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He repeated. 'Raymond has told you only a few friends had been Invited, ant a a a i* 1M HMtl of my aafet, all! hem and inter—r— to force Lorine into bonds she would not willingly it she knew ofMal-

ted, 'Kaymono nas toia you oniy a ww mHHM B«I WWU IU»IRW, fety.' I seem to understand

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aii: ne must have known of this dispatch som, Lorine and Raymond were in the and intercepted it. Scoundrel!

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I paid no heed to what you said. For give me, and I will not do so again." Raymond entered and apologised for his intrusion. He inquired for her father and Flora directed him to the library, flora then sought Lorine.

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they were in the parlor. Major Bran-

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The wedding-day had come. Lorine entered the library where her father was seated at a table with his face buried in his hands. He looked up as she entered his face was clouded and showed signs of grief and trouble. He had relented, of his purpose of insisting on the marriage he dreaded results far different from those he first anticipated would follow the union. Reports of Raymond's ungovernable temper and others damaging to his character nad reached him at first he gave no credence to them, but now he dreaded lest there might be truth in them and feared for his daughter's happiness. He had not determined to prevent the marriage, but wished merely to inform his daughter that she w^as free to act as he chose. He had sent for her. He beckoned Lorine to seat herself upon the stool at his feet she did so, and

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As they sat there upon the scat- ,, X®8' water. As thev sac mere upon me scat,- —r~ terod leaves and pine-straw, the notes of thftt I no longer insist on your marrying the mocking bird could be heard from a distant tree where he was imitating his fellow songster the tap-tap of the woodpecker sounded on the air as he labored industriously to pierce the trunk of d^ftped treoHHMle blu«*Mrdsand re# breasls sped overhead revealing their bright gay plumage.

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Raymond.' ."You no longer insist?" Lorine repeatell, excitedly. r'lt is rather late to come to this conclusion, but forgive me for whatever un"jappiaass I have occasioned.' There 'is yet time for retraction—I will send for him and inform him that you have recalled your consent." He endeavored to rise, but Lorine said quickly: "No, no! Avait! it is so sudden I must consider." "Remember, Lorine, I still hold Raymond in high estimation, and would be

"What time is it?" "It is after two." "Why, how strange. I told them I would be here, and they could send"for me! I will go to the library and see what has happened."

She movea to the door, but Raymond entered in an excited manner witn a letter in his hand. He handed the letter t^ Walter and said quickly:

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"Read it!" "It was a hastily written note from the wife of the minister, and stated that her husband had fallen from the horse as he was about to start for Major Bransom's, and was severely injured although not fatally so. She also expressed her regret that he was unable to officiate at the marriage.

Walter read the note aloud, and when he finished the explanation, "Thank God!" escaped his lips. "WThat do you mean, sir?" asked Raymond, excitedly. "Why, Walter, how can you?" said Flora.

Walter was ready for the emergency and answered: "The news of his accident took me by surprise and awoke my sympathies. My esteem for him brought forth the exclamation at the information- that he was not fatally injured."

Raymond appeared to be satisfied, and asked: "Well, Walter, what is to be done? I look upon .you as my friend. Will you drive to town at once and secure the service of another minister. "I will." "Thanks. You will never have occasion to regret the act."

Walter hastened to Flora. "Flora, I will be absent about two hours. You must remain with Lorine during that time, and under no circumstances permit the marriage to take place until my return." "You"are needlessly excited, "Walter the marriage is impossible to take place during that time." "It maj' be so. But yet you will promise to do as I ask?" "I will promise. But why?" "I cannot tell you at present, but rest assurred I ask it for Lorme's happiness."

He drove to town, but did not find the minister at home. After a long circuit of driving he succeeded in finding hinr. He then drove rapidly to the depot, reached it as the train drew in. Malcolm stepped from the cars, and was seized by Walter and crowded into the buggy with the minister and himself. During the drive, Walter gave Malcolm full particulars of the intended marriage and of Raymond's treachery.

Malcolm beeame angered, and was bitter in his utterances against Raymond. When they came near the house, he sprang from the buggy and made a circuit to reach it unperceived. Walter drove on and assisted the minister to alight, and asked him in.

Raymond met him and inquired quickly: "You have returned and the minister?" "Is in the parlor waiting for yon."»w

Raymond turned to Lorine and asked: "Lorine, are you ready?" Lorino rose and took his arm they moved toward the door Major Bransom followed, and Flora stepped to the side of Walter, who stood close to the partly opened door when Raymond and Lorine were near him, he drew the telegram from his pocket, and stepped in front of them, said: "Excuse me, Lorine, but I wish you to hear me before you leave the room."

Raymond shrank back lie 'saw the yellow colored paper, and like a flash it entered his mind that it was the missing telegram. Ho made a quick movement to seize the dispatch, and secured it before Walter could prevent. "Coward!" cried Walter. "But it will avail you any now." .j. «,

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hand, and he placed his arm about her. She was pale, and trembled, and was surprised at the scene enactod before her.

Walter continued pointing to the dispatch that Raymond held. "That paper, Lorine, is a telgram from Malcolm Lagare!" "From Malcolm I^agnre?"' she asked, excitedly. "Ho is alive? Where is he, Walter?" And she rushed toward him, but Raymond seized hor quickly by the arm, and said: "Lorine," be calm! this is a plan of Walter's to add excitement to our marriage." "It is from Malcolm let him show it!" "It is a lie!" exclaimed Raymond. "Malcolm is dead, and the telegram is a myth!" "No, not dead, but alive!" Malcolm spoke, and he stood before them.

Raymond staggered back. A moment's silence thon Lorine cried— "Malcolm!" and fell in his arms. "Late, but not too lnte, Lorine," whispered Malcolm, as he stooped over her and kissed her brow.

Unable to contain himself, Raymond advanced a step and said: "Lorine, the minister is waiting. You will choose between us since Malcolm is here."

She looked at him, and then at Malcolm, and throwing her arms around the latter's neck, said:r "I have chosen."'

Raymond bowed his head and left. There was no wedding that day, but the event of Malcolm's return was celebrated, and two months later he and Lorine were married.

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is possible, for a short time to the robust, but the majority of refined persons would prefer immediate death to existence in their reeking atmosphere. How much more revolting to be in one's self a living imcrr. But this is actually the case with those in whom the inactivity of the liver drives the refuse matter of the body to escape through the long*, breath, the

Bhingkidneys

res,

and bladder. It is aston-

that life remains in such a dwell­

ing. Dr. Plerec's "Oolden Medical Discovery" restores normal parity to the system and renews the whole being.

That Tired Feeling

Ihe warm weather has a debilitating effect, especially upon those who are within doors most of the time. The peculiar, yet common, complaint known as "that tired feeling," is the result. This feeling can he entirely overcome by taking Hood's Sarsaparilla, which gives new life and strength to al the functions of the body. "I could not sleep had no appetite. I took Hood's Sarsaparilla and soon began to sleep soundly could get up without that tired and languid feeling and my appetits improved." B. A. SAXFORD, Kent, OhJo.=

Strengthen the System

Hood's Sarsaparilla is characterized by three peculiarities: 1st, the combination at remedial agents 2d, the proportion 3d, tho process of securing the active medicinal qualities. The result is a medicine of unusual strength, effecting cures hitherto unknown. Send for book containing additional evidence*

Hood's Sarsaparilla tones up my system, purifies my blood, sharpens my appetite, seems to make me over." J. P. THOMPSON,and .Register of Deeds, Lowell, Mass. "Hood's Sarsaparilla beats all is worth Its weight in gold." I. BAB&HTGTOV,andothers, 130 Bank Street, New

York City.

^Hood's-Sarsaparilla

Sold by all druggists. $1 six for $5. Made only by C. I. HOOD & CO., Lowell, Mass.

IOO Doses One Dollar.

Professional Cards.

W. C. EICHELBERGER,

OCULIST AND AURIST.

Room'18, Savings Bank Building. Office Hours ^Zfip! m!

Office,

19%

E.

T°rr Hwute'Ind-

J. RICHARDSON. R. W. VAN VALZAH. RICHARDSON & VANY ALZ AH

S ZDZEIsTTISTS.

Office—Southwest corner Fifth and Main Streets, over National State Bank (entrance ou Klfth Street. Communication by Telephone.

c.

O. LINCOLN,

DENTIST.

south 6th at., opposite P. O. Sub­

stituting and artificial teeth .specialties. All work warranted.

E. GLOVE]?. M. D.,

Practice Limited to Diseases of THIEj :E&:E,C tttim:, No. 115 south (it.h st., Savings llnnk Building. Office Hours: 0 to 12 a. m. nnd 7 to 8 p. m., Sundays—!! to 11 n, in.

GEDKNT1ST.Loomsw.«

Over J. H. Brlggs' store, n. e. cor. 4th and Cherry. Teeth Extracted without pain by the use of Mayo's Vapor or Nitrous Oxide Gas. First class material used in plate work. Terre Haute,

Ind.

Dr. BEN TOM LIN 'S

Medical & Surgical Institute

Corner of flth and Ohio At*., Terre Haute, Tnd. for ALL CHRONIC and SPECIAL DISEASES, Male and Female, MEDlCALor SURGICAL. Office hours#! to 12 1 to 5 and 7 to 8.

ATRIAL TREATMENT FREE In the following diseases, viz: OPIUM, morphine or laudanum HABIT, NERVOUS DIHriASES of MEN and WOMEN, FITS or EPELEFSY and SORE, WEAK or DEFICIENT EYES.

The following I will TREAT-NO CURE, NO PAY, with a written guarantee, vis, CANCERS, TUMORS, and OLD SORES, TAPE WORMS, FISTULA, PILES and ALL DISEASES of the RECTUM, without the KNIFE or CAUSTICS.

cCOMPOUND OXYGEN AND

V_y OZONE For Catarrh, Throat and Lung Diseases, and all Weakening, Wasting ana Nervous Diseases, Sleeplessness, Debility, Asthma, Bronchitis and Ilay Fever.

Vfe vTlve 3 Days Trial, Free. DR. BEN TOMLIN, 6th and Ohio street. Terre I-Iautc, Ind. Office hours: 9 to 12, 2 to|/ and 7 to 8.

11. GAGG

DEALKR IN

ARTISTS' SUPPLIES,

Picture Frames, Mouldings, Picture Frames Made to Order.

McKeen's Block. 646 Main st, between 6th ana 7th.

W. 8. CLirr. J. H. WILLIAMS. j.H.Cun.

QLIFT, WILLIAMS CO.,

MAKUrACTUftKBS

OF

Sash, Doors, Blinds, etc.

AKD DEALERS IW

LUMBER, LATH, SHINGLES GLASS, PAINTS, OILS AND BUILDERS' HARDWARE.

Mulberry street, corner 9th.

Terre Haute, Ind.

Established 1866. Incorporated 1878.

JOHN BOSSOM,

the tele­

PRACTICAL

PLUMBER and GAS FITTER,

And dealer in

Gas Fixtures, Pumps, Pipes, Etc.

Repairs Promptly Attended to. SOB Ohio.

oiunm—coiroBTixo.

Epps's Cocoa

BRKAKFA9T.

"By a thorough knowledge of the natural laws which govern the operations of digestion and nutrition, and by a careful application of the line properties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr. Ep has provided our breakfastps tables with a delicately flavored beverage which may save us many heavy doctors* bills. It is by the judicious use ox such article* of diet that a constitution may be gradually bollt up until strong enough to resist every tendeaey to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to attack wherever there is a weak point, we may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortllled with pure blood and a property nourished frame."—{Civil Service O a

Made simply with boiling water or milk. Sold only in half pound tins by grocers,, labeled thus: JAMBS KPPS CO-

HoaMSopathle Chemists. Load on, Kag

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