Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 17, Number 22, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 November 1886 — Page 3

THE MAIlB.

PaPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

WOMAN'S TEARS.

The fountain of a woman'«tears Lie* doner to her heart than man'n, She live* by moments, he by yearn

She pities where he looks askance.

First she acts the christian part. Keener to feel for grief ana pain Perchance it Is because her heart j::

Is less a stranger to her brain. Howbeit—tie womanly to weep, a And her sweet, sudden tears oft sname Our better selves from torpid sleep

To win a purer, nobler name, 5eV~

Dear, tender, tear-dimmed, woman eyes! How oft your tender, pitying tears Have lifted from us, garment-wise,

The pent-up bittterncas of years! 'How oft your tears in some dark dav," Down dropping, sweet as seen ted thyme, On our strong hearts, have kissed away

The stain of some intended crime! Kobert Ogden Fowler, in Brooklyn Magazine.

ANew England Tragedy.

MV KI.I.A WHKEIKK WILCOX.

Criminal statistics show that the majority of murders are committed through tho terrible passions of avarice and jealousy. Without doubt they stand as the worst evils that fell from the fatal box of Pandora upon poor, weak, susceptible mankind. Vidocq, the famous French detcctive, claimed that of two persons accused of crime he could instantly •olect the innocent one.

In 1863 a murder, as terrible as it was mysterious, was committed in a small Jfow England town, which we will call, for personal reasons, Keenville. Keenville is an ideal New England town of the small city class, tucked into a beautiful vnlloy and barricaded by the everlasting mountains, from the tumult and crowd of the ouside world. The civil war had with its Impartial demand for victims, not ignored this fruitful community of young Titans, and the twirl of a drumstick had changed the channol of scores of lives. Husbands had tearfully left their loving families to never again return. Lovers had hastily kissed farewell to sweethearts to return with hearts sadly out of tune for their pastoral surroundings. Strong, light-hearted boys had limpod back broken hoarted «rinpl» mgesof a century had rushed in u. jiuty in a flerco, liery tornado or two years.

A boyish passion, that in mountainous Now England is ever wreathed with miotic romance, had mado lovers of Esthor (•artor and Waltor Lane. They were near neighbors had attended school to-

fovo

tether ever since their A days. A that will blaze forth into adoration after years of commonplace association of careless childhood speaks well for the mating of etornity, or olso, as some poor cynic might say, it spoaks ill of ono's opportunities.

Esther Carter was one of those magnificent beauties that can be found in actual profusion in Now England. Blonde as the day, with thoso piercing oleetric blue oyos, whose sapphire tints charm mil who would foolishly attempt to fathom them with form and complexion as befitted ft perfect maiden, Esther Carter was a beautiful creature. She possessed one of thoso peculiar temperaments that so often are found In her class of beauty, that seems to bo chameleon-like and takes its coloring from surroundings. You will ttnd such a person a perfect synonym of faithful lovo, and the exact duplicate a heartloss, selfish flirts again, a roynl wife and mother, with tho exact duplicate a dissipated woman of scarlet. There must be unfathomable mysteries back of thoHe fatal sapphire oyes. That accounts f»r the variableness of thoso that possess them.

Walter l*ano was a worthy lovor of audi a beauty as Esther Carter, as befitted the lover of her fair skin and light hair, he was a young swarthy-skinnod

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fiant, with black hair that curled and eyc« that snapped, eyes that reflected unquestioned love from deep down in his heart, and that bode evil at all attempts at trespass upon his fair domain.

Whon Walter was 21 and two years older than Esther, their engagements had been announced and early winter mentioned as the time of their proposed marriage but those horrible drums and tho crying for men for defense of tho country, came Into tho pretty New England home of these young lOTcrs, and with the persistency of the furies would not quiet until the very last young brave had left for those far away battle fields.

Walter needed not much urging to tramp away with tho rest of them, for fame and glory are tremondous incentives even if all philosophers do snap their fingers at the (blly of them.

No soldier left a more tearful sweetheart than did Walter, tears, kisses, attd eternal vows were as profuse as they were sweet and acceptable to so ardent a lover.

The (bur months that folly held up as the delusive extent of the war, glided Into six, then slowly dragged into a year, and still the end was away beyond.

Home life in New England was stupid to the extreme to so vivacious a girl as Esther. The novelty had worn off from

letter writing. The tlrst winter had seen sleigh-rldcs, dances and parties ignored with a spirit that seemed as full of love and patriotism as that shown by our an cestors of the revolutionary days.

The summer had come and contrary to nil plans and right here is without doubt the time that fate, in her unexplainable mixing with human atTain*. concocted the crime that ruined many live®) Walter did not obtain a furlough and visit his home and sw eetheart.

As Die yonng men Jo the smaller cltiee had Joined the armv and plvon np clerkships or junior business -i -is, many younger men, or rather ww, sU 4 from farms into the town and taken tiu? positions left *vaeant. The mills kept going and the ho Througt vTl

there came a strange longing for love of woman (what two more contrary spirits could possibly exist?) and with the covetiousness of his nature, lie desired Esther Carter. The man that attempts to fathom the working of a woman's heart or mind, possesses egotism that is sublime. Not being egotistical, we will not endeavor to account for the strange promptings that possessed the fair Esther to accept the attentions of Aaron Yoss, throughout that long, hot summer that Walter, with his heart brim-full of love and foith, was marching up and down those tiresome Virginia vallevs.

That Esther did not love this greedy, grasping admirer is probably indisputa Die. That she should seek such an worthy amusement is inexcusable.

Driving and evening walks with Aaron Yoss had caused many unkind remarks to bo made of Esther by the townspeople during the summer. A thoughtless draggling will often rnin a beautiful garment. 'lis so with woman's reputation.

Through some unknown means Walter learned of Esther's thoughtless actions. To his ardent nature 'twas traitorous. He could not understand that 'twas possible for love to ever grow indifferent. With a blindness that one only see in the affairs of the heart, he settled down into the idea that Esther, his bonnic sweetheart, was blameless, and that Yoss was the Incarnation of all that was vile and wicked. He longed for the opportunity of killing him. War makes murder come easy to hot-blooded youth that has been cruelly wronged.

With the passionate, reproachful letters that came from Walter there came a change in the feelings of Esther. She felt an abhorance for tho miserly Voss, and took special pains to show him tho fact but with him also there was a blindness of the heart, that would not see the true light of Esther's actions.

He doubtless felt a deep, consuming love for the fair Esther, ami his growing conceit made him never question his ability to win hor. Her coldness ho credited to her fear at having discovered her heart had been won by him. His disillusion came—came in a way that left no question—came in a way that seemed fiendish in its cruely—came in a way that left murder and hatred in his heart in place of the love that had been so brutally driven out. The loss of the first love is the only one that breaks the human heart. After losses may open the wound and the pftin may be terrible but the first frightful disillusion is the cut that leaves tho life scar. 'Twas the fall of '»$3, following the summer of Aaron's paradise, that Richard Murtree, a government contractor, came to Keenville upon a business visit to the woolen mill, which was then engaged in the manufacture of army blankets.

Mr. Murtree was a fino appearing man of fortv years as one could find in the whole' country. A man six feet in height, stoutly built, of ruddy complexion, but with hair and mustache of iron gray. He looked every atom the man of tho world that he was. Of charming address, he possessed a magnetism that was only resistable to thoso who had great strength, cowardly caution, or «n experience with the world equal to his own.

His visit to the mills resulted in his

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lacing large contract with them, and a on his part to settle there through the winter, to expedite his businoss. He fitted up a suite of rooms at the well kept hotel, in a way that gave him all possible comfort. Purchased tho best span of horses the town could furnish htm. and the rinost vohicles that Boston could supply him. As might be expected, he was crowned the nabob of tho quiet place, and from his extravagance and liberality he seemed to merit tho honor. Ho was the fine gentleman in everything, at least, to all appear­

ances

must be

going ana me nm ^iH foil, such pause there huu come to

Keenville a young man by the name of Aaron Voss. He «*rei'i *k 'r shrewd for one who*© wh- Iff H' t*n spent upon a mountainous farm, but was of such an avaricious natn-*- that even his ahrewdness could not .• lu The avariclotisnetcs that Is so frequently found among th© natives of New England is far oftener taught by the rigid economy that they arc Ifi into from their sterile anrroundiu**, more than by a naturaliv penurious spirit.

Aaron* Vos» had not, until he e*me «o Keenville to fill the position of clerk in the busy woolen mill, spent as much money in his Hfe as hi* one week's wag«M paid him at the mill. He had coveted money, longed for it with all the cravings of his miserly nature and, with a will that was indomitable, determined to poMMw* it—to have enough of it, that he should never again want fbr it. .With this greedy spirit for money

and, by tho way, is not outward

appearances one-half of life in this shoddy world of ours? He respected the feelings of all, and though his heart could not have been In the dry, tiresome sermons of tho sleepy old orthodox ministers, he usod, weekly, to sit through them with the patience of a na tivo.

It was at a church festival (what strange tricks the evil spirit does play witn mankind) that Murtree became entangled Into this fatal tragedy. It was there, on an early winter evening, that he first mot Esther Carter. Ho was at once fascinated by hor wonderful beauty and charming manners. Ho doubtless had boon as completely fascinnted a dozen times before l)y equally beautiful women, but that fact did not lessen his present enchantment* His well-timed compliments and plainly ^apparent admiration naturally produced a flattering eflfect upon Esther.

Her bitter exnerienco of the summor, which had resulted in so many painful

lottors betweon Walter and herself, warned her against repeating the folly. Her determination to be |loval and true to her absent lovor was sincere.

Aaron Voss attended this same festival (It being one of the social events of the season) resolved to satisfy his egotistical idea that he was irresistible to Esther, and it was more in the spirit of silencing him forever, with the desire to show her complete disgust of him, that shorefused his attentions and accepted the protifored escort home of Mr. Murtree, though possibly the secret pride of conquest that is so hopelessly woven Into her sex, was a partial prompter. Whatever it was, the step was fatal. Better had she dropped aead then and there than to have wwn the cause of the desolation of so many lives. Is it not possible that many things in this mysterious life of ours th'at are credited to accident, to fortuitous circumstances, that are blamed to individual error or eapriclousness, are really the fine threads of an irresistible fate?

From the very moment that Esther Carter placed her hand In the proffered arm of Mr. Murtree and stepped outside the portal of tho church that had been her alter of worship from childhood davs, she was a changed woman. The influence of her whole previous life seemed to have been swept away in a moment. From that night there developed in her the most unreasonable, maddening Infatuation that ever possessed mortal woman. She grieved, cried and prayed for the brave boy that she was proving herself so unworthy of, but never faltered for a moment in ner increasing and overwhelming love for the handsome Murtree. The warning and counsel of relatives and friends were as thoughtlessly thrown aside as would have been a warning from Heaven. Whv is the brain called the seat of insanity? Does not life show that it is ever the heart that goes mad?

Without doubt Mr. Murtree waa himself alarmed at the terrible passion he had so thoughtless!? aroused in this beautiful creature with all of his year« of experience in the rolling world, he had nncovered anew phase of human nature that be knew not how to control its strength. He madly loved the charming girl, but he had a past that others ignored, bat which he could not.

It was this terrific passion that Esther showed for Murtree that awakened poor deluded Aaron Vow to the frightful fact that his love was hopelessly crushed. With the narrow reasoning that is given to raisers, he believed fully that ft was the reputed wealth and prodigal liberality of his hated rival that had torn away from him this enchanting love.

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Mr. Murtree, with a shrewdness that appreciated the wonderful opportunities trie war was giving for money making, had bought mills in two small adjoining towns to Keenville and weekly woula drive over to them, a matter of some fifteen miles, and pay the labor and other expense accounts.

Much of the business of drawing money for these accounts came through Aaron Voss, of whose hatred Mr. Murtree was sublimely ignorant. Esther's infatuation increased as did the winter. She defied public opinion with a persistance that could only result from a reckless love. She mourned the loss of many old friends, whose advice she had received but neglected to follow.

Most tearfully had she written to Walter of the change in her heart, and im-

Elored

for his forgiveness. It only

rought from the heart-broken soldier boy a passionate cry for her to not forsake him. He had lived all through this scare of battles with the firm belief that she, his glorious Esther, was his guardian angel. He was positive that her good spirit had protected him from all harm, where others had been killed or hopelessly maimed.

He had been promoted to be major of his regiment, and would soon be home to win back her sweet love. His pleadings were all in vain. They brought copious tears to those beautiful sapphire eves, but her heart seemed to gain additional warmth for Murtree, if there was a possibility of increasing her capacity of love for the man whom she already worshiped.

Two months sped by, and with tho love of Murtree and Esther still at fever heat Walter Lane returned home—came with his bright officer's uniform, and his poor tawny face plainly pictured the terrible sorrow that had sunk so deep Into his heart.

He.arrlvcd in early evening, and with a desire that was irresistable hurried from his mothor's welcoming kiss to the house of Esther Carter. He found her and Mr. Murtree the soul occupants of tho cozy parlor. He was welcomed frankly by Esther, and spent a nervous hour in answering the many questions regarding army life. Twice Mr. Murfree, with the kindly breeding of a gentleman and a man that feels secure in his lovo, rose to go and leave these childhood mates for a quiet visit by themselves but each time Esther beseeched him, with voice and eves, to not leave her, and he remained. At last poor Walter

Avas

forced to leave from sneer

exhaustion of his bursting heart. He staggered home, realizing, oh! so terribly, that his whole wife was in ruins, and that ho had been robbed by that smiling, devilish Murtree of all that this world could possibly give him.

He spent a night of untold agony in the same room tnat from boyhood nad held so many golden hours for him. The following day ho met many of his old frionds, who shook his hand with such a pathetio grasp that he felt they all knew of the sorrow (feat was erasing him.

What a painful comfort we derive in the feeling that our friends sympathise with us, but through sensitiveness cannot speak.

In tiie afternoon with horse and sleigh and alone, ho drove to Brisville, a town fifteen miles distant, where a married sister resided, to take tea and spend the evening with her.

By mere chance, we cannot call it strange, it was one of the days that Mr. Murtree drove over to his mill at Brisvillo to pay of his help, and tho sleighing being excellent Esther had accompanied him as she had often done before. It was at the time of full moon, and Murtree had told Esther that they would have supper at the Brisville tavern and a moonlight drive home. Esther had appeared to the few who had met her that morning as in a very melancholy mood, a mood that was so foreign to her nature as to create great comment and was freely Interpreted as being caused by the return of Major Lane.

Before starting on her drive she kissed her mother ana younger sister several times, which was strangely unusual, but no tears were in the sapphire tinted eyes and by the way, how se. '-»m one sees tears in those strangely jfod eyes.

At 10 o'clock that night Keenville was stirred as bj an earthquake. A farmer had hastily driven into town with the terrible information that a murder had been committed out on the Brisville

ftike.

Richard Murtree was found dead the snow by the roadside with a pistol ball through his heart. The fatal weapon, an ordinarily sized revolver, was found in the road. The sleigh was overturned a few rods up the road and had so caught in the fence as to hold the horses. Poor Esther Carter lay entangled in the robes of tha sleigh, a raving maniac. Her beautiful body was like a magnificent tomb which holds only the dead. Weeks and months of investigation followed, but the my«tery was never solved. The only person tnat was known to have witnessed the tragedy was poor Esther, and her reason was gone forever.-

The investigation proved that Major Lane had returned to Keenville bv 9 o'clock, and Mr. Aaron Voss testified to having turned into the Bristown pike on his returning from Flosstown, and so passed the scene of the terrible tragedy after 9 o'clock, and at that time the road was perfectly clear. ft was shown that through some unknown cause Mr. Murtree had, before leaving home,' drawn thirty thousand dollars in cash, an unusual large amount, and that he had paid less than three thousand dollars to the Brissville milt, still no money was found on his person.

In the dress pocket of Esther was found a crumpled letter, that had evidently been read and re-read it was dated the day before the murder and read as follows:

Miss Outer: This to to warn you that Mr. Richard Murtree, who Is paying yoa attention, to a married man be baa a wife and three children in Barton. {Signed] Oxm WHO Kicows.

Is it true that a wronged woman is the most dangerous type of human nature?

As a horse and cattle lotion Salvation CHI has proven itself an infallible remedy. It has received the hearty indorsements of many old and well-known horsemen. Price 25 cents a bottle.

Mothers, do not let your darlings suffer with the whooping cough while yoa have a remedy so sear at hand. Use Dr. Bull's Ooogh Syrup, and the little sufferer will soon find relief. Price S cents.

Let os try to help ourselves first, and if we fail, we cannot be soeosed of

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

As the loss of one faculty adds strength and acuteness to the remaining ones, so does the death of a passion intensify those that remain, and so it was with Aaron Yoss his love gone behond all hope of recovery, his greed for money was re-f p^iir'and fragile as a wild flower looks doubled and he resolved to fasten the Alice Young, standing with her garden day when the wealth of others should- jja^ jn herhand, ana the leaf shadows not over-shadow his own. His position chasing each other over her golden hair, in the rapidly growing mill had advanced watching her husband drive away with through Ms heartless shrewdness, which their beautiful guest, Olive Duanea A trampleu on all in his way, until he was in the road hides them from view, the assistant treasurer: and perhaps well the tears that she has brakely held for the interest of the stockholders, he

Alice Youngs Trial.

BY AGXBB FOTTKK X'GKE.

well

into her blue eyes.

was not advanced a step higher. His olive's visit is drawing to a close, and po ition gave him positive knowledge as the months

to Mr. Murtree's finances, at least regard- bchiool girl friend has caused a strange ing the amount brought into Keenville. Ftinhappiness to grow in the young wife's

that she has spent with her

bosom. Robert, her husband, has been an idolized hero in Alice's eyes the four years she has been his wife. She has filled his life seemingly as completely as he has filled her own, and no doubts of bis faith and constancy has ever marred her happiness, until this stately, imperious woman, came into their home. Since then, all unconfessed even to herself, a weary pain has been growing in her heart.

Olive and Alice were room-mates in a fashionable seminary, and through the years of girlhood a strong friendship had grown up between them. Leaving school Olive went abroad to finish her musical education, while Alice's first season in society brought Robert young to her feet.

Early an orphan, and brought up by distant relatives, she had known little of love or appreciation. It was no wonder tnat her neart went out to this first mooting, and when he told hei "ye olden story" a few months later, and she had promised to be his wife, the world contained no happier maiden.

After a brief engagement they were married. He had orought his wife to this ideal home directly from the wedding journey, and here the peaceful joycrowned years sped away—broken by one great grief.

Two years before our sto**" opens, their ligtle one, "grown weary I life's journSy scarce begun," closed its wondering eyes, and with lilies clasped within its waxerf palms, was laid to sleep where no loving lullaby would ever again soothe its slumbers.

This blow nearly kill the fair young mother, but a year of travel restored her shattered health. Society was given up, and she seemed to live entirely in her husband's love.

Their home, situated but a few miles from the city, was a perfect dream of 8unfmer rest. It had been the center of a joyous, throng of guests before baby died, but since then they had lived alone.

Olive was the first guest they had entertained for any length of time and nowf after a stay of nearly two months, she was to leave the next day but one.

When she came, Alice was surprised to find her pretty school girl friend developed into a grand, imperious woman, whose beauty almost awed her, and she did not fail to note—with a strange pain at her heart—her husband's look of admiration when he was introduced to their guest.

Robert Young was a musical enthusiast, apd this passion was the only thing that ever stirred him out of his usual oultured calm.

His admiration of Olive's wonderful voice pleased Alice at first, but when Olive sat night after night at the piano

with Robert by her side, turning music, or joining his rich baritone voice with hers, while his wife was neglected and alone,* the same strange pain would creep lnto&er heart and as day after day pas6#f$iway, and she saW her husband more and more absorbed in their guest, it finally settled there, and all the Joy and sunlight seemed to go out of her life.

Through it all no single rule of hospitality was broken, no complaint was made, but silently Alice bore her suffering and growing suspicions.

She fancied that Robert was growing cold towards her, and all unconsciously her manner grew distant towards him— which caused him no little wonder.

Thus matters went on from day to day until this last drive was planned. Alice thought her husband dia not desire her with them, so pleaded a headache as an excuse for remaining at home.

The brawling brook that goes tumbling through their grounds, wanders on a few miles further, widening as it travels, to finally plunge down a rocky precipice, sending a cloud of foam high into the air, forming a spectacle famed far and near for its wild Deauty. This has been reserved as the crowning treat of Olive's visit, and it is to see this beautiful spot that Robert has taken Olive, leaving Alice alone to weep out the wretchedness that has come into her life.

She brushes the tears from her lashes and enters the house. She goes to the parlor, rearranges a misplaced ornament, and gathers up the petals that have fallen from a rose adorning Olive's luxuriant hair. She remembers how handsome Robert looked as he handed it to her, and recalls (with a pang) the plavful remark with which Olive accepted it. Sighing heavily sho leaves the room and assends the stairs, thinking of a chest of drawers in which lie folded dainty, fairy little garments and some broken toys. They nave been her solacc in many a lonely hour of late, and she will look at them now, bathing them anew with-her tears.

On the stairway her skirts brush a bit of paper, and mechanically she stoops ana picks it up. In her own room she starts to throw the scrap into a waste basket, when something strangely familiar in the writing caught her eye, and this is what she reads: "And you are ,'ealoua of my duty? As well compare a gorgeous hot house rose to a drooping wayside daisy! I am longing for the time to come when I can call you mine, and in Italy, 'the land of sun and song,' we can be happy together. Yours devotedly.

Robert.

The words swim before her eyes, and stunned and blinded she gropes ner way to the bed and falls upon it.

(Hh,

God!'

she cries, "I had not expected this oh, Robert, Robert! how could you do this wrong?"

Great tearless sobs shake her convulsively, as she buries her face in the pillows.

At length she arises, and with a set, white Cam, in which stern, resolute lines have already appeared, adding years to the girlish features, and with a hand that does not tremble, she pens a few lines, and enclosing them with the fatal scrap in an envelope, addressed it to Robert, and places it where he must discover it t^pon entering the room. This done, she palaces her white gown with a sober traveling dress, takes her baby's picture and -a sunny curl of its hair from the drawer, and with silent tears wetting her cheeks, places them in a satchel with some other things, ties the ribbons of her plainest bonnet beneath her chin, and tarns to leave the room.

Aa she does so, Robert's pictured taps smiles down at her from Hw frame. She pauses irresolutely before it aa Instant, and, with all her soul, looks up into the eyes that seem so full of loyalty and troth.

Thus gsslng, a softer expression comes into her pain-drawn features, to be quickly replaced by a sterner one, and hastily dropping her veil, as if in fear her oourage wfudesert her, goes out into the hall, down the softly carpeted stairs,

and out of the house in which she has been so happy. At the railway station she is just in time to catch a train going citywards, and a few minutes later stands amid the babble and.oonfusion of a great depot.

She hurries out into the street, not caring where she goes, only to get away —away from some horror that seems to be pursuing her. She does not heed the warning gesture of the policeman at the crossing, and he does not reach her side until cruel hoofs have struck her down, and she is lying bruised and unconscious, with pitying faces bending above her.

Willing hands rise and carry the limp burden to the sidewalk. The patrol wagon is summoned she is tenderly lifted therein, and softly driven to a hospital.

Upon their return, not finding Alice in tne grounds or lower part of the house, Robert went immediately to her room, while Olive went into the parlor.

The first thing his eyes fell upon was Alice's farewell message. Hurriedly tearing the envelope open, he was amazed to read its contents. In the utmost bewilderment he read tho scrap over and over again, suspiciously like his own writing, yet words that he had never penned. What could it mean? And Alice, his dear little wife, had thought him guilty of such baseness, and had fled from him as from a leper.

His face burned and he shook as one In an ague. As he stood there stunned and unable to fully comprehend the situation, Olive's full, rich voice floated up to him "Oh, my love! I loved her so,

My love I loved long years ago." Soft, yet clear and distinct each word came to him, burdened with an anguish none but a woman, mistress of her art, could express.

As he listened, the picture of his wife's pathetic face rose up oefore him, and her strange coldness was explained. Fool that he had been not to see the jealousy she had so skilfully tried to conceal, and with the thought his heart ached at the remembrance of many trivial things (to him) that must have caused her pain, done all unwittingly on his part.

He started as one arousedirom a sleep, and hurried to the parlbr. Handing Olive the letter he exclaimed: "Miss Duane, what does this mean? Alice is gone and I have found this in her room?'

She read the scrap first (crimsoning the white,) and In much confusion replied "This Is a bit of a letter from the gentleman to whom I am engaged. He is now with an invalid cousin, and this is part of the reply to one of my letters, in which I teased him in regard to his devotion to her. In opening the envelope I tore the letter and must have dropped this piece. I did not tell Alice my secret, intending to surprise her with an invitation to my wedding, but th'° has betrayed me." -ded with a merry laugh that qui Uud upon her lips when she notice Robert's grave, pale face. "Unfortunately it has done worse," he sadly answers. "Your Robert's writing bears a close resemblance to my own read Alice's note and see how cruelly the poor child has misjudged us."

She did so, and sprang to her feet, white and trembling. "How could she think such a thing of me!" sho angrily exclaimed.

A groan was the only answer, and seeing the distress on Robert's face her aner disappeared, and anxiety for her rlend took Its place. "She cannot nave gone far, and perhaps some of the servants can tell which way sLa went."

She quickly summoned them, but none had seen their mistress leave tho grounds. Robert and Olive hurried to the station, and there better success awaited them. They soon learned that she had boarded a train going to the city.

The next train bore tliom in the same direction but arriving there, all trace of her was lost none of the depot officials remombored seeing any one answering the description.

After hours of maddening suspense they found her lying white and still at the hospital. Robert's heart sank within him when he looked down upon the sweet face, as rigid and set as in death. Scarcely a breath fluttered over the wan lips, and tho golden hair was dabbed with blood above the bandage that concealed the cruel gash in her temple. "Would she live?" agonizingly he asked the question of the grave physicians in attendance, and broke down utterly, when he received no response. Olive tiled to soothe him as best she could, but the sight of her friend's face, so like unto death, completely unnerved her, and she was led almost fainting from the room.

All through the night Alice lay In that death-like trance: only the feebly fluttering heart betraying that life still lingered.

All through the weary hours the physicians remained by her bedside, and Robert paced silently to and fro.

With the first gray gleams of coming day, a faint color struggled into her wan face, and the doctors exchanged more hopeful glances. Robert saw this and, quick to interpret their meaning, sent up a glad thanksgiving from his grateful heart.

Days passed, in which hope and despair struggled In turn for mastery, and at last Alice awoke to consciousness, to find Robert and Olive, pale and haggard with watching by her bedside. She looked around her in amazement, and her eyes, resting for one moment on their eareworn faces, she turned from them, her eyes brimmed with tears, and her Hps trembling pathetically. Robert clasped her to his heart, and in almost incoherent Words, poured out an explanation.

Alice beckoned Olive to her and feebly craved her pardon, and Olive generously silenced the contrite words with kisses.

It was months ere Alice recovered sufficiently to attend Olive's wedding, looking verv pale and childlike, she reached up to kiss the bride—looking so glori­

ously beautiful in her dridal robes—after the ceremony. Robert Young has never allowed anything to come between himself and wife —not evert his beloved musir—since ho came so near losing her. „.

HOW'S THIS?

The P. W. P. Co. advertise that, sincc* their Pedacura Plasters, so good for all Corns and Bunions, have beon advertised, "consumption in this Suite has increased ten fold," but it is only the consumption of their "PedaeurasT' that hs» increased all Corns have decreased asthe consumption has become large.

if the girl of the period had wings, sha would cut them oft to adorn her hat.

Kxcltemrnt in T«*xhs«

Great excitement has been caused iiv the vicinity of Paris, Texas, by the remarkable recovery of Mr. J. E. Corlevy who was so helpless he could not turn in bed, or raise his head every body said hOf was dying of Consumption'. A trial bottle of Dr. King's New Discovery was sent to him. Finding relief, ho bought a. larae bottle and a box of Dr. King's New Life Pills by the time he had taken two boxes of Pills and two bottles of the Discovery, ho was well and had gained in. llesli thirty-six pounds.

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

A Verdict I'naniinoun.

W. IX Suit, Driifnfists, Bippus, Ind., testified "1 can rtx-oninienu Klin-trU'lilt tors oh the very host remedy. Every bottle sold has glvt relief In every ease. One mini took six lottlcs-. and was cured of Rheumatism of 10 years1* stand ing.*' Abraham Hiiro, druggists, oliio,. uttlrins: "The best selling medicine I everhandled in my 20 years' experience. Is Electric Bitters." Thousands Qf others have addecV their testimony, so that the verdict Is unanimous that Electric Hitters do cure all diseases of I.lver, Kidneys and Blood. Only nr half dollara Ixittle at I'ook, Boll A Lowry's. sj lluoklen'D Arnica Siilve,

The Best Salve In the world for Cuts, Bruises,. Sores, Ulcers, Salt Hheum. Fever Sores, Tetter, Chapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns, andt all skin eruptions, and positively cures Piles,* or no pay required. It is guaranteed to give* perfect satisfaction, or money refunded. 25c»per box. For sale by Coqk it Bell. (tf.)

Dr. BEN TOMLIN'S

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Medical & Surgical Institute

Corner of fltli and Ohio sts., Terre Haute, Ind. for ALL CHRONIC and SPECIAL DISEASES, Male and Female, MEDICALor SURGICAL. Office hours 91 12 1 to 5 and 7 to 8.

A TRIAL TREATMENT FREE In the following diseases, vl*: OPIUM, morphine or laudanum HABIT, NERVOUS DISEASES off MEN and WOMEN, FITS or EPIiLEPSY antf SORE, WEAK or DEFICIENT EYES.

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

GRATEFUL-COMFORTING.

Epps's Cocoa

BBKAKPA8T.

"By*thorough knowledge of tiie natural laws which govern the operations of digestion and nutrition, and by a careful application of the tine properties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr. Epps has provided our breakfast, tables with a delicately flavored beverage» which may save us many heavy doctors" bills. It is by the Judicious use of such articles of diet that a con«tltution may be gradually built, up until stioAg enough to resist every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready tc» attack wherever there is a weak point. We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with pure blood and f» roperly nourished frame."—fClvil Scrvlco

Made simply with boiling water or milk. Sold only in half pound tins by grocers, la,-, beied thus: JAMK8 KPPS A CO..

HoiDmopsthlf Ctiemiftt*. London, Ko(

Manhood

MARK.

ECZEMA ERADICATED.

GenOeBMB—It i# Aw jm to asy that Ullnk 1 sm eotimlr well after hartag hi— Swift'* Specific. I bar* been troabted with tt wry litus In »y face alaee laat spriac. At tts twfaaSgofeold infhir la* rail it Bade a alight appearance, bot swot swayaad

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PETRDLINE

A trial will oonvlnee the moat skeptical that cs" ie a pc other piasters. Do not be induced to take other

keptioal

They are medicated with

they are tlie best. Tber (loam and the active principle of petroleom, in the'

psi

being far more powerful in their aotion than

plasters which are inferior, bat be sare and gefc the genuine Petroline/' which is always entilosed in an envelope with the signature of th» proprietors, The P.w.P. Co., also above seal, in green and gold, on each plaster. Bold by alldruggists, at 2ft cents each, and our Agents.

J. J. BAT7R Sc SON, T^rro llautc, Ind.

lmprudencecausiiif I tu re Peony, Nervnui jJebll!ty.Ix»tM*nhoodAc.,h*vlntr

tried In rain every known remedy, hM dlaoovered a •tuple eelf-cnre, which he win aend PUKE to his fr* feUow«ufferer*. Addram

C. J. MAtfOH, Port Office Ro* 8179, New York Oitjr

WAITED

FtC? 8ATI Also for our Stocfclnir Suppo

rice* rexfy W«kMk a nnmber of ladim now deering $100 a month. Addrwe

Q. BR WIN CO., La*aUe»C, CUsaff*

a"*£^S5?V.

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