Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 17, Number 16, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 October 1886 — Page 3

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BLANCHE SEFTQN

A Story of Early Days in California.

The play was "Othello." It was a farce relative to properties and mounting. Two wings of the signboard style of art had to serve all the scenic demands o£ tha piece. The "dreadful bell" wa3 the tocsin of the Plaoer hotel, borrowed for the occasion, and its tones being recognized by soma of the boarders drew from them the cry, "Time for Bang's hash." The jealous Moor was commented on as the "nigger," and during the entire performance wai made a target from the demonstrative portion of the audience for a running fire of combined criticism and admonition, not friendly in its character, and evidently based on tha sectional prejudices of those who, coming from the south, looked with no favor on a "nigger" for daring to aspire to the hand of a wnite maiden. Their ethnological research had never dis -riminated between Moor and Ethiopian, lago waa the favorite of the house, more an.l more as tin drama advanced, and as he, playing on the Moor's emotion*, mado hin more and more miserable, one enthusiastic commentator bawled out as encouragement: "That's rightl sock it to him!" 1 occupied with Broenar one of the two dingy recesses on either side of the stage, dignified by the name of "boxes," and held at $20 each for the night HU kem appreciation of the part continually played by the audience, his h*artv relish of th total failure to impress them with aught of the seriousness of the play, and his instant detection of every ludicrous point brought about by the misfit of the drama relative to the time, temper and character of nine-tenth* of the lookera on, made his society to me equivalent to a fine comody played simultaneously with the piece sot before u*.

In reality many of thes? rough fellows wore critic*, in tluir way, of no mean order, though themselves entirely unaware of it. I think that thtftr years of isolation from the conventional life of the older settled localities from which they originally came, and the lack of sham and pretence in the life they now led, had quickened their minds to discriminate between what was natural and what was artificial—what was acted with real emotion and what was merely stilted declamation, as much of the pioci before us was on the part of the principal character.

So, when logo's wife, who, it will be remembered, is but little prominent in the first action of thi« drama, stigmatized her scheming husband and wished for a whip to scourge such scouudreLi through the wor.'d, the house "rose to her."

I had ceased to pay mu?h attention to tho play, beinj more interested in the mo'ley and tumultuous aiulienoo. But the voice of this actress HeeiiK-d strangely familiar.

I regarded her closely, and my thought said: That gUi is wonderfully like Blanche Befton.

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Thtl girl in I the Blanche Sefto a. Impossible! I looked, after that, but at that one II euro. Tho pose and beariug were those of Blanche. In standing, Blanche's attitude always gave one tho impression that she alo:ii owuwd the grouul she then stood over. In speaking, or when spoken to, she ncomed to turn her whob mind in tho direction of the subject of tho moment, and never seemed in mind to stray or waver from that subject.

No did this actress. But the make-up pus* dod me. Hair, eyebrows, complexion were different Tho,voice was pitched in a higher key than ever I had heard from Blanche.

OTIco let the doubt beset you as to tho Identity of any person long unseen, or seen middeniy under unexpected circumstances, and genei ally that doubt remains until dispelled by certain recognition and indentiflcation. So did mine then as to the identity of tho person twfwe me. "That gal means Witness," I heard one man whisper to another. "Put her in a tight place, and she'd shoot,*

I noticed tha* Broener was regarding her as attentively a I. lie heard the remark mentioned "above anil smiled, saving: "Rough diamonds. One as a character reader in the house, and one—a brilliant on the stage."

I looked for her name in the cast on the roughly printed programme. It read: "Miss H. Brown."

The stage was not room than twenty feat in width. Ono» she stood so near the box I could have reached forth and touched her. Height, contour, bearing—all resembled those of Blanche Sefton. But as to the face, that was so "made up" as to leave me in doubt Once her eyw ranged across the bo* whew I sat They Blanche Sefton^ eyes, but there was no recognition in their exprwwion. Physically they looked at me— otherwise they seemed no more to see me than would those of a wax figure.

The play vw over. The curtain fell. The audience struggled in a congested state for exit from the one narrow front entrance. Broener turned in the opposite direction toward a door k*ding to the stag*, saying:

BY PRENTICE MULFORD.

[COI'YRIOHTKD BY THE AUTHOR. AI.I RIGHTS RESERVED.]

CHAPTER XIIL SURPH.13S.

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have an old friend in the company and am going behind the scenm. Good night," He had gone. I would go to the stage door io the rear, and In some way solve my doabtit. But I was impeded by the crowd. A wretched fracas, between two armed Inebriates, had developed directly la front of the "opemhiMwer and the lingering mam, nothing krth to see blood shod, cluttered up the paangeway and sidewalk.

Freeing mvwlf ftvm them at last I sought the stage door. A high board fence ran from the middle of the rear of the theatre, which In reality hat the wing of another how*. 1 got on the wrong side of the froos, nut back and *u Obliged to jmm oot again in front of the thcatra. At test I stood by the 4oor I Spoght Mfef thrfr

escort passel out She certainly was not of tbAm The third and last, elowjly veiled, finally came, and accompanying her was Broener!

Of course, my friend, vou would have stayed in camp that night, and found out "somehow" whether the girl was Blanche Seftou or not I didn't Had I not seen the lady with Broener I might have so done. But his presence put such a comnlexiOn on the matter, that of tho two situations I preferred to be in doubt as to Blanches identity to finding her thus with Broener, whom of course I pictured as the "danparous rival," as certainly he was in almost any case.

Fesides th»re wera imperative interests at Scrub mountain to be looked after immediate! v. Broener expected me to get the quartz out of the caches down to the cabin as soon as possible. He had given me di•eetions ho** to find them, and de pite hi* repulsion of everything fiom me oi' gratitude. I f-ilt under too much obligation to him to neglect anything bearing on his interests.

But the stars on the now long sixteen-mile ride homeward had lost their sublimity for me. My train was in a ferment of conjecture. Was it Blanche Sefton? and if FO.whv was Broener with her He had gone behind the scenes to see an "old friend." Blanche was a mysterious girl. She had passed much of her time away from home and in New York, having frequent access thereunto by her father's sloop. She had away of coming and going and locating herself about where •the pleased with that matter-of-course, authoritative air which half stifled gossip and enabled her to do what other girls dared not *nd could not People said, "Oh', it's Blanche's way." Certainly it was, and whom might -he have met and known, unknown to all Eastport, in these "ways"?

Hrflf-past three o'clock and the morning iad dawned as I drew rein on the hill and looked down on Bull Bar, half a mile below no. The river, shrunk by the summer irought, ran a mere thread with faint murmur over rock and riffle. Log cabin and tent ay there silent in the cool shadow of early 'awn. One mountain top, full thirty miles tway, had caught the sun's heralding ray for he "day. But down there, rocker and long om, pick and pan, crowbar and shovel were 1dng where last the weary workers left them, and the five hundred stalwart men, soon to -enew their battle with hill, bank and stream, were still in the unconsciousness of slumber —alive, breathing, it is true, but dead to the world their bodies were in—dead to all hope or fear or any of the varied emotions which would so soon be in full play when the nnoke commenced circling from those rude :himneya.

Two or throe moving figures were seen on the river ank—watchers of the night— guarding against any sudden rise of the stream liable through tho breaking of dams above and letting down the vast body of "backwater," a fluid avalanche which would weep before it like chaff man's frail constructions.

I roused Mr. Rankin and returned him his horse, which he put' in the stable with the remark that "yesterday was probably his benevolent day, which would account for my return alive. But the next man dies," he wldel

Broener returned late in the day. What a. different man was he to me from yestorIny. Despite the uncertainty regarding Blanche, I sympathized now with tho Moor's riding passion. Jealous? Yes, and jealous of Broener. All of him that had previously attracted me were now as so many weapons turned against mo—brilliant weapons, too, and used by a skilled hand.

He noticed tho change in me—I cannot say in my manner. I had rather

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it that he

felt a change—something between us—coming through those fine interior senses which feel, and sense thoughts, as the outer ones do material things. "You seem out of sorts," he said.

I laid it to a headache—that convenient beast of burden, which bears so many lies! "Young man," said he that evening, "were you ever in love?' "I suppose so,'' I replied. "They say its part of tho programme along with whooping cough and the measles." "Well," he rejoined, "I believe I am, so fav as I am capable of lxing. At all events, I've found a woman who 1 think con hold me." "May I ask who she isf "Oh, yes. It is the girl you saw last night playing the wife to lago."

Silently we puffed our cigars simultaneously for a few seconds. A cigar is a great relief to a "throbbing heart" I was never conscious of much action 6t such character on the part of that organ, and use the phrase as covering a good deal of jmmnd applicable to these peculiar situation^ I said: "Will you think I'm inquisitive if I inquire if you have known her long?" "Not at all. 1 made her acquaintance a few years ago in aNew York boarding-house kept by her aunt, whom she was visiting. I met her, strangely enough, on my recent trip to San Francisco. She had just conic out by the Isthmus with the company yon saw. I recognised her on the stage in San Francisco." "Is Brown her real nameP "No."

I dared not ask th• nam*. Broener resumed after a pause: "That girl pasties me. I cant make her oat Probably if I could I should not be so much attracted to her. I find that mine is ft nature always demanding to fathom—see through—women, and ceasing to worship tfcem when seen through."

I felt then a gleam of comfort. If it was Blanche Sefton. I mono than hoped that Broener had no shallow depth to fathom. Yet I still feared him. He was to me deep, diabolically deep, and powerful, too. "Perhaps youVe met yoar match at last," I ventured to say. "Well, I hope I have. I need—a match. Excuse me," he added "I detwt pans and punsters. This was an accident She's a strong character—wlf-poised, self-reliant, impassioned on the outside with boiling depths below, which no one has ever yet brought to the surface—«t leas*. I judge aa She's miles beyond the people she^ traveling with. They see end know of her only much as she chooses to

show—a

tenth, perhaps only a

twentieth—only what they're able to see and appreciate, or what die allows them to ««, Good judgment, that No tne in showing any mors card* than yon want to uc in any game*.* "Do yoa call ber*» a game, tooP I ashed. "As I look on life and people—yea Yet fKWKibiy with her, thus ftur. an tmeofwekxa one a* to tootim. What mm caQ nobility of character, is so well tupmtwd with har that I am content to admire ft wftbovt too deeply analysing ft." then, yoa tod th* tern

metal underneath"the gilding!" "My boy, I dant can? to put myself on that train of thought If I parens an illo* sion. I want it ever to remain one."1

I forbore from Asking if he knew her real name. Broener's indefinable manner said to me, plain as words, "Hands off I" "I shall go to MaryBville next week," he said after a pause. "The company play there on the 20th." "Well." I thought to myself, as I crept into my blankets, "MarysviDe, love and mystery on one sida. Pratt, hatred an 1 more mystery for Bull Bar on the other. I seem to be a fulcrum for events to teeter on."

•5? CHAPTER XIV.

DEFENSE.

During the next few days we were busy get'ing quartz down from the "Bank." Broener called daily to see Pratt who continued in the same condition of imbecility and physically seemed neither better nor worse. Broener seemed also to have made a favorable impression on Hillyear. I noticed them lingering about the door holding those lengthy eve-of-parting conversations always betokening that two people have fcun 1 some topic of common interest and a consequent bond of sympathy between them. Only, in this case, I knew or rather felt tha1: the bond was manufactured by Broener for the occasion and conclude! it was for the purooseof winning the dog-like allegiance o? HiUyenr from Pratt and transferring it to himself, thereby njaking more secure whatever of Pratt's serets or inferences concerning the "Bank" Hillyear might possess.

Meantime a steady estrangement was growing between myself and Broener. It came of my thought suspense, uncertainly and jealousy regarding Blanche Sefton—or rather the presume! Blanche Sefton. It was gradual in growth, like the coolness of the early autumn certain to terminate in the iciness of winter, a winter which must ever come between two people when one or both fear loss at the hands of the other. Of this, the cause lay with me. I was a brooder of the worst type. I would live over and over in mind all that imagination, stirred up to redoubled action by jealousy, created for me regarding the matter. I began to dislike Broener for his superiority in many things over myself—® superiority I was obliged to acknowledge. Dwelling on this made me realize more snd more his inherent gift of command—command first of himself, next of his fellows—command not ostentatiously asserted with pomp and bluster, but command based on tact, the art of saying the right word and doing the right thing at the right time and place. Broener seemed to know where lay the door to every person's good will more he knew how to open it This reflection seemed to germinate a more disagreeable idea, that despite all Broener had done for me, I was but his creators. He was ruling and influencing me as he did others. I (and this last thought smote me hard) stood to him as Hillyear had to Pratt when Pratt was himself.

So the cloud, the cloud I alone made oat of my thought, came between us and grew darker and darker, and more and more chilly. Yet our external intercourse was much the some as ever—at least we attempted to make it so, though the very attempts served but to reveal,the change more clearly.

I resolved at last to have the secret out of hm If he wpuld not speak Blanche Sefton's namw I would. So, one day, as we were coming down from the "Bank" laden each with forty pounds of rich quartz, I said in as indifferent a, tone as I could assume: "That girl who played looks to me like one I knew home named Blanche Sefton." "Your friend has reason to be proud of the resemblance," replied Broener, in a careless way. Then he added, in a lower tone: "We mus'n't talk loud here. Biil Sefter's crowd are working but a hundred feet below us, and Softer is an artistic and accomplished busybody, with one ear always open for other people's business."

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I saw that I had now laid myself fully open to Broener. That ha had my secret, if secret there was, without any exchange in return. He now knew the cause of my changed manner. In nautical language, 1 had given him all the marks and bearings of the channel and the course he should steer.

Then I hated and admired him at the same time for the readiness with which, I saw, he had parried my question. That readiness, after a few moments' reflection, only made me more miserable. Because, I thought, he must know her name, and if it were not Blanchc, what occasion wouH there be for his concealing it# So, \bf .it was Blanche. But Blanche may harT

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him a false

name. There was hops. But what if she hasf Is she not Blanche still? I was getting in that state where my mind refused to work in proper fashion. If I kept on in this way, I should soon argue that a man had but to change his name to change his identity, and that when Charlott9 Brown called herself Julia Smith die became Jalia' Smith. This alarmed me a little. Then the ridiculousness of my condition came over me, and I laughed aloud. "What are you laughing atf said Broener. "At a fool I saw yesterday, when I looked in the glass, who took a strolling actress for a girl be knew in the states," I said, in a mood made up of petulance and vexation.

Broener turned half round and gave me a look, apparently half surprise, half anger. I had "broken out in a new spot" for him, and in the remark he had possibly recognized an attempt of mine in his own fashion to throw him off his guard. It was not The words were born of the mood I was in, and had flown out of my lips as of their own vol lion Suddenly I recollected that the ••vtn trolling actress" I had used was not one indicative of the highest respect for the iady ii. question, and that under the ciro stances it could not have fallen agreeably on Broener's ears. I apologized for having used such expression.

He received my apology in silence. I saw by this he meant to punish me, and of coarse my feelings against him were not at all lessened.

Meantime) the other clood on Bull Bar was darkening tor me. Pratt became worse. The physician talked of brain fever and looked grave. He added beside that some secret was on Pratt's mind. He inferred there "most have been a quarrel and much ill will betwixt Pratt and some one previous to the—abem—accident" Pr-itt raved continually aboat the •'young na." who thought he "owned the whole mountain." He was ever being "dogged about the chapparal by him,'" and so on.

Mr. William Setter drank In with hfa gossipy, greedy ears Pratt'?* utterances and the doctor's opinions. He visited Pratt's cabin on his way lo work In the morning, dropped in at noon and again at night Xfe made himself an assistant mxrse to Pratt, brooght him choke dishes and brvithi of Us own making, and he coald make them well He was realty usfefuL Besides, he carried from Pratt's house means of gossip, which he distributed as a labor of knne all over Ball Bar. Mr. Sefter's forte as a suspicion breeder lay in inferences. He had no direct charge against any one. Bat be said it was a "queer piece of business." Pratt, poor man. had been trying to get along aad earn aa honest living. Be aa good supported HiB-

xear, who fesfaljmv* tn•orway.

"Young Holder," he addecC "found Pratfe with those hurts on his head. Pratt couldnt bear the sight of Holder. Always set him to runnin' on about shoo tin' and rowin'. Holder was up the mountain that day. He saw him —at least it looked like his shirt in the bnshe?. Well, it was queer business."

Such is a sample, of the applications made by Mr. Sefter for individuals singly and individuals in groups for eight or ten days. He was in thw work earnest and persevering, in season and out of season He "set people to thinking." He educated them, in fact, to think suspiciously of me in connection with Pratt Ordinarily cm Bull Bar a "shootin1 scrape" between two men. even if one was killed, might not get any farther than the local justice's court might not get even there. The community tacitly acknowledged the pistol as the main arbiter in all manner of disputes. Smith "jumped" Jones' claim. Jones shot Smith dead. Nobody had time to inquire c'o-sely into the matter. The affair was a two days' sehsation. In a week it was quite forgotten,

But in this case here was Mr. Sefter's "poor sick man" and his partner devoting his whole tims to him, and I, John Holder, in some mysterious way mixed up with them Mr. Sefter played several chords on the various human hearts of a thousand strings he handled. First sympathy, next mystery and beyond that something dark—he would not say what—only something resembling myself or my red shirt on Scrub mountain could in the many views presented by him to his audien'**" be vaguely made out in the general indistinctness.

So this busy man went on poisoning the Bull Bar mind against me. Broener left for Marysville on the day Pratt waa pronounced worse. His interest in the "Bonk" seemed now secondary to another elsewhere.

After his departure I went down to Rankin's. It was noon. I arrived at the store just after tho fifteen or twenty boarders had finished their dinner, and were now congregated for a smoke and a talk, preparatory to the long afternoon's work in their claims along the river bank.

Just before entering I heard Sefter's tongue rattling on at a livelier pace than ever. The gravity of Pratt's case seemed to act as a stimulant upon him, exciting his imagination and touching up his suspicious inferences regarding thi? "queer business" in moro pronounced colorings than ever. "And why don't he come out and tell the whole story?" said he.

As I entered that hush ensued so peculiar to the unexpected advent of the party talked about

I knew they were talking of me in connection with Pratt—or rather I felt it I had felt it for some days—felt it in a certain coolness, in averted looks, and hints and inuendoes, whose full import and meaning now burst upon me.

The silence was finally broken by one "Long Mac's" asking me if I "knew how Pratt was." "I hear he is worse," was my reply, and I felt my face redden and burn as I spoke. Actually I did feel then like Pratt's murderer, and on trial before a jury prejudiced against me, without a favorable witness or extenuating circumstance in my behalf. So 6trong seemed the effe.'t of th3 predominant thought from the group in that store to make me feel as they bcHered.

There was another silenco. A great deal of renewed a ad possibly unnecessary pipe filling and cleaning of stems with broom straws went on possibl as a. mental relief to the more sensitive, ani consequently embarrassed, of the party. "Was you coming do.vn Scrub mountain when you found Pratt?'' asked another. "No." I replied. "I went up to him." "I wonder how he came by two bullets in his head,",askod Long Mac. "I don't know that he has any bullets in his head," I replied.

You don't," was tho rejoinder from Lon x, Mac. The emphasis on tha pronoun was peculiar. I did mistake its meaning, but made no reply.

Meantime Mr. Sefter was silent Perhaps, for the first time, i* sense of the responsibility cf his loquacity hod come over him. He did not like talking in face of the accused. The matter was now in sterner hands. "Well," said Long Mac, "I think for one this thing needs looking into. It's 'bout time this robbin' and murderin' was stopped. Somebody nseds stringin' up."

The mortality list for Bull Bar, and, say, a stretch of river for two miles up and down, averaged a man killed by known or unknown parties about once in ton days. But the Bar was now in the throes of one of those spasms of law and order, poculiar to afl communities. Woe to th9 wight, guilty or not guilty, caught during such spasm. He would hang.

It was worse than any direct trial, this being accused by hint, inference and inuendo. There was, I felt, but one thing to do. I resolved to make the issue and meet it "Look here!" I said. "What are you fellows driving at, anyway? You talk as if some one had tried to murder Pratt Now, as Ita considerably mixed up in this matter, I'd like to know if any one is suspected of crooked business, and if so who it is?"

No one replied. I was now started and kept on. It strikes me," I said, "from the way that this *A11T has gone on that I'm the man you're aiming at Now, if anybody's got any charge against me he can back up with proof, this is as good a time to make it as any other. I object to being tried behind my back and without any chance to defend myself. anybody here seen me waylay Pratt, shoot him or rob him? If there is let him talk. I am ready to hear what he has to say." fW"

My audience was very quiet. "Have you, Mr. Sefter? I believe you ve had a good deal to do and say in this matter. Yoa teem to know as much, if not more, of this affair than anybody else? You were with me when we brought Pratt down the

"Softer, yo» art making teit tnrubU for Mt" Why shouldn't I think it very 'queer pieca of basine*5 totalkof yoar being up on Scrub nri"1****1 the day Pratt was lnirt, poor "man, frying to get «n honest lirinp tfed afl that IWB yoc, Bfll Better, that

sort of foiTV has put tue nalcfer round more than pna man's neck in this country when it didn't belong there. This buxzing suspicions in people's ears, until the man that buzzes nnH those he buzzes to can't tell the difference between mere h?arsay and absolute proof is, I think, about the same as murder."

Sefter was silent I felt myself warming up as 1 concentrated myself upon him alone, and, what was to me a relief, I felt also the fetters of a constitutional backwardness for any sort of expression for tho time falling from me—whether that expression should be one of deeds or words, of mind or musclo. "Sefter," I continued, "you are making this trouble for me. and I know it You are a born gossip. You are a coward to boot You make all your fights with your tongue, behind people's backs. You are a th n?t, a sneak, a skulking coyote, and if this crowd in this store conld see you as you really are they'd kick you out as they would a dog. Do you understand what I mean? I mean all I say, and more if I could say it Now, if you want a fight here's one on your hands. Tm ready."

TO BE COXTINUED NEXT WKEK. i,

A

TEMPERANCE BARROOM.

OM* of Boston's Institutions TThleh Is

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Tatronlzed.

A temperance barroom in Boston that is a great success in every way is on Washington street, and advertises in big letters, '•Temporanco Drinks." The man who started this establishment threo years ago says ho lost scverr.l thousand dollars tho first si:c months of his experiment But ho is. Vrillinsr and ab to wait. He lets his saloon advertise itself by its refreshing drinks and attractive furnishing. Behind tlio marblo counter stand six young men in white coats and caps. Each man wears a flower in bis buttonhole and a pleasant look on his face of being in a business which maketh not ashamed. Over the counter is a long list of t'10 beverages on salo. Besides ice-cold soda in nil its agreeable compounds, thert arc lactarts, egg phosphates, acid phosphates, Moxie's nerve food, hot beef tea, chicken tea and other refreshing and invigorating fluids—all of the kind that cheers without inebriating. In the rear of tho saloon there is a lunch counter, where tho very best chicken and ham sandwiches, pies, rolls and delicious coffee may be had at moderate ratc&

On any day at lunch time the roOtli will.be found crowded, men waiting their turn to take their lunch. The custom at this counter is only limited by tho room. Meantime at tho drinking counter there is no intermission in the stream of customers. During the hour spent there talking with tho proprietor there were more applicants than could be immediately attended to by tho large and active force of attendants. Tho proprietor said that they had consumed 100 dozen eggs in one day during the hot season for egg phosphates alono. That means that 1,200 people took a glass of this one fascinating drink on that day. What the sales of the other drinks were he did not say but he does say that the profits of the trade are, in his opinion, larger as well as cleaner, than are mad© in the barrooms of tho old kind.

Only the very nicest material is used in tho preparation of his refreshments. Tho eggs arc furnished by one collector who is paid nearly doublo the market price to warrant their freshness. So particular is the proprietor that ho gave up the use of grapo milk, a profitable and popular unfermentcd drinlc. cauae ho found it to eontain \\i per cent oi alcohol. There is no fuss or philanthropy about this bar room no pretense that it-is car. ied on for any other purpose than to raak* moaey. And the interesting and encouraging future about it is just here—it really pays better than a -liquor saloon of its size would pay. What the gains are to the people who accept it in place of the old tap nobody can tell. But the proprietor would bo less than human if those gains did not add something to the satisfaction which ho gets from tho others. Only ho does not wish his business advertised for what it i3 not It is business strictly with him, not charity, mercy or reformation. He entered upon it as a speculation, and bo finds it a paying one.—Atlanta Constitution.

A ltlch Man's Indimtrlous Eon. A little further down the road toward B03fcon ono comes acriws tho town of Tilton, which used to he called amborton Bridge until the Tilton family took pity on it Thoy have not only bestowed their own name upon it, but have endowed it with a town hall, a railroad station, a fountain with a marble nymph capering on top of it, a little park, a bronze figure of a deer, a race courso and a gravestone that cost $30,000. The reigning Tilton, who is a man about 60 years old, it supposed to be worth in tho neighborhood SO,000,000, and his only son is an engineer who daily plies up and down the Northern railroad. When this son came of ago his father said to him: I "Go and earn your livtog, young man." "But how shall I earn tt, father!" "I dou't care, no long as you earn it honest 1y. Good-by."

The young man went, away? and managed after awhilo to get work firing anengiuoon the Northern mid. In tho course of seven or eight years Ire developed sufficient capacity to trust him with the engine of a gravel train. He sticks to his businsss faithfully, and saves most of his wages. Whenever his father offers him money, which i3 understood to have occurred several times, he takes it without hesitation and puts it all in tho bank. His capacity for getting up in the world is bot regarded as great, but bis genius for saving his spare coppers is unquestioned. Tha share of the Tilton ian wealth that fulls to him is ppt likely to be dissipated.—J3o3ton Record. I

"For economy and comfort, we use Hood's Sarsaparilla," writes an intelli-

Kllar.

nt Buffalo, N. Y., lady. 100 Doses One s-s,

Sadie Weston of Racine, Wis., horsewhipped her stepfather. She then had to pay a fine.

At the masquerade ball in Adin last week, St. Jacobs Oil took the first prize. Nothing strange in this, as it Is highly prized in every family where used— especially in onrs.—Bieber, Cal., Mountain Tribune.

Nine pupils in the public schools of Allegan, Mich., are married wometi.

Tin KOZODONT the whole world fries.. HOZODOXT which parifles The breath and mouth, and dirt denes, Tic HOZODONT for which we cry. PtreetHOZODONT for which we sigh, Tin only 8QZODOXT we bay.

Th« PraJoe of Sojodont

like the famous article Itself, Is in almost everybody's mouth. The people know tbat it preserves as well as beautifies the teeth. Hence it is the standard Tooth Wash of the Period. "Spalding's Glue," useful in every house. S8.4w.

Itch and scratches of every kind cured in 15 minutes by Woolford's Sanitary Lotion. Use no other. This never fails. Sold by Armstrong's Union Depot Pharmacy. Warranted. 50c. tf.

Typewriters In tho Big I tell you people nowadaj*s are slow to take hold of any new enterprise. About a year ago I started branch offices of my shorthand and typewriting business in tho principal hotels in this city. I engaged tho most expert lady stenographers and typewriters I could find, but at first the guests did not seem to "catch on" as to what it was. Some thought it belonged to the hotel office for the manager's private correspondence others thought it was a now way of sending telegraph messages, while some people actuallyj thought it was a fortune-telling machine, tuulj gj'nio of the questions put to my stenographs* were very amusing. However after month, or two, tho hotel guests tsemcd to find outj what the young ladv was there for, and nowj I am doing a largo business. Why, often I have to put two and sometimes three operators in each hotel, and it is no uncommon thing for the hotel managers to receive telegrams from parties traveling towards this city engaging stenographers to bo there ready to do their correspondence dircotly they arrive.—Cor. Globe-Dcmocrat.

Knglaml's "ow Enfielil Martini Itiflo. The new Enfield Martini is to be 0.40 calibre, as against 0.45, the sizo of tho present Martini No change is to be made in the length of the barrel, but tho weapon with the bayonet fixed will weigh 10 pounds 4 ounces, as "against 10 pounds. The breech action remains unalteml, but there is an addition in the shape of a safety bolt to prevent the trigger falling. There are also ono or two minor alterations. In appearance, however, tho rifle is much altered, for tho thick end of tho ban-el, or nearly 18 inches, is incased with wood, so as to enablo tho soldier to retain his grip when the riflo becomes heated in action. The fore end of tho stock has been thinned away and grooved from underneath tho rifle, to prevent rain from lodging between th© barrel and tho stock. To givo a little less straightness to tho butt the breech block is also attached at a moro acute anglo than formerly. Tho bayonet, in placo of boing attached to the sido, is now to bo placcd under tho barrel to assist in keeping it down during tho act of firing. At last wo are to have a solid drawn metallic rartridgo case. It will contain 85 grains of powder and a bullet weighing 384 grains. Furthermore theso cartrid cs, for tho first tirno in tho service, ara to bo of uniform shape and size, so that they can be used for riflo, carbino, or machine gUn.

They in Alcohol's Presence. Co::io time r^oa convention of microscopista wan held nt Cleveland, O. A learned professor said, that whilo examining under a powerful nu ro.icope a human tooth in a healthy man's mouth ho found it covered with countless bacteria. On applying the microscope to tho teeth of another man he found them perfoctly free from bacteria. Investigation showed that tho last man had just been drinking whisky. There is much food for reflection in iiii:s striliiug occurrenco.—N. Y. World.

noKiity Rnr to Sueee»R.

I once heard a very beautiful woman, who thought she could act, say ft) Mr. Harry Palmrr that she intended to become a Charlotto 'ashman. "Thon," said tho remorseless manager, •'you'll havo to use vitriol on your face instead of rouge." This was the neatest mixture of philosophy and compliment lever heard. Put into plain English it means thut personal beauty is a bar to permanent success.—Nym Crinkle's Letter.

25 ('enta will cure (he most stubborn Corns. Get "PEDACUBA" of first class druggists.

Excitement tn Texas.

Great excitement has been caused in the vicinity of Paris, Toxas, by the remarkable recovery of Mr. J. E. Corlev, who was so helpless lio could not turn in bed, or raise his head everybody said ho was dying of Consumption. A trial bottle of Dr. King's New Discovery was sent to him. Finding relief, he bought a largo bottlo and a box of Dr. King's New Lift Pills by tho time ho had taken two boxes of Pills and two bottlos of the Discovery, ho was well and had gained in flesh thirty-six pounds.

Trial bottles of this Great Discovery for Consumption free at Cook, Bell & Lowry's. (2)

A Verdict rnanimou*,

W. D. Kult,Drufndsts, Blppus. Ltui., testifies: "I can recommend Electric Bitters as tho very lest remedy. Every bottle sold hnx fclvcn relief In every ense. One man t-ook nix bottles, and was cured of Rheumatism of 10 years' standing." Abraham Hare, druggists, Ohio, affirms: "The best selling medicine I ever handled In my 20 years'experience, Is Electrlo Bitters." Thousands of others have added (heir testimony,

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that the verdict Is unan­

imous that Electric Bitters do cure all diseases of Liver, Kidneys and Blood. Only a half dollara bottle at Cook, Bell fc Iiowry's. (2

Itacklen's Arnica Salve.

The Best Ralve In the world for ('tits, Bruises, Sores, Ulcers, Halt Itheum. Kever Hores, Tetter, (.'happed Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and all skin eruptions, and positively cures Piles, or no pay regulrcd. It Is guaranteed to give pcrfect satisfaction, or money refunded. 25c. per box. For salo by Cook A Bell. (tf.)

JPOR DYSPEPSIA,

Mental and Pbysical Exhaustion,

NerYOQsness, Weakened Energy,

INDIGESTION, Etc.

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ACID PH08PHATE

A liquid preparation of the phosphates*^ and phosphoric acid./- ^.

Recdin minded by physicians. It makes a delicious drintf.

Invigorating and strengthening. Pamphlet free. For sale by all dealers.

Bomford Cheniical Works. Providence. R.

IIKWA ftK OF IMITATIONS. I Kftlir Bend tAx oeoU for pottage^nd I 11111IL recleve free, a ooHtlr box of I If If goods wbleta will help all, of II I II ILL either sex, to more money right away than anything else In the world. Fortunes await the workers absolutely sure. Torsos Balled free. TrnedcCfe.Augusta, Me