Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 17, Number 41, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 April 1887 — Page 2

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CHAPTER XIV.

LINWOOD TRANSFORMED.

Shirley had sighed for cbunge. WelJ, she had hod it. "You wanted change, did you?" she said to herself. "Hoir do yon like it, now you're got

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She laughed at Shirley Carstone, in her bitterness, Hying homeward in the train that day. For two weeks she had been as happy as she thought it was given mortal to be.

And now She said to her other self if there was a human being on earth who thought himself more wretched than she was, sho would bo wiSlin him.

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hi better to know neiti&r great joy nor great suffering. 'i'Loro is more pain than pleasure in the world, anyhow. The unimpressionable are the only happy. Thick skinned people don't have hulf so much bother."

In her blind misery little things the most absurd caiue into Shirley's mind. CoL Carstone bad disliked crying women excessively. Once i:i her father's lifctiino sho had seen her mother weeping. Her father hud said smilingly:

"My dear, dry your toars. Crying women ore an abnormal growth. They are the reBultof excessive emotional development in tho sex since tho chys when man was monkey. Think how many handkerchiefs have been worn out, how many bright eyes have been spoiled. Yea, think how many classic noses have been relflened through excessive emotional development. My dear, don't do it!"

Her mtunma dried her tours instantly. She was always slightly in nwo of her strong, morry husband. But *ho matter seotnod to strike Col. Curstono somehow. He thought

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further.

Shirloy laughed. "Do I look like that, papa?" sho said. '\No thank God I" her father replied, fervently. "But what a solemn sermon you have preached ino," sho continued. "Vory well, daughter, lay it away for a rainy Sunday, and thon read it," he answered.

Had the rainy Sunday corno' Was this what her father meant? Now, after all, had she, Shirloy, inherited through ages of mothers that same fatal oinotional development her father had warned her a rainst! Was she going to let it wreck her life? How she scorned herself I And yet

It wnaa strange jwychological experienco Shirley passal through at this time. It was such a rude ujwwjtting of nil tho ways of thought to which she had been accustomed. Tho faiths and the ideals to which she had clung all her life, had been torn out by tho roots. Nights of sleeplessness followed days of fierce mental conflict, till at- lost she found herself in an odd state or physical exhaustion and mental exalt:.lion.

In tho depths of her grief, Uio most laughable incident# she had known, the most comical stories sho had hoard, catuo up before her with perverse persistency, and mocked her like fiends. Weird faces followed her and watched her in the darkness, and finally in th« daylight. They wore genuine physical images she saw tlwin plainly with her waking eves, in her right senses. Sho could have described the dress they wore, tho coior ol their hair. Tho same images haunted her day after day. This ono had the identical peculiarties of dress, that one grinned at her with his ugly mouth in the same way each time. And those unpleasant images hud no connection in the remotest manner with anything in Shirley's life so far as sho could trace.

She roeogni»?d those figures as tho hallucination Of disordered nerves, sho reasoned about them to lierself in cold blood, and yet they tormented her constantly. And all the while she kept wholly shut up within herself. No living erealnru knew of this storm of feeling that shook her l-ecause of "abnormal development of the emotional temperament,* as she called it to Ucr.»?lf, smiling grimly. No living creator? knew she had met Mr. Morrison again. And nobody found it out.

If her father had been living there would have been help for her. Ho was the one friend of her life who would have understood and sympathised with her, ami helped her out of this chorus. But her faUier was lying in the Carstow graveyard up there on the hUl. with tho mss of six years above him

There WAS no help for her. She must fight it out alv'Sw!

If she could have got away from Ltnwodfl it vrooM not have boon hard. The baki rusticity and poverty of tbe lives of those around Iter new was so hateful to ber. Only (or her mother and the children she could kv« turned her back upon this scene. The bu whirl, the excitement of city work have a -^nation for the young. Shirley could hare plunged into these ami found rwfc At least die could have found congenial intellectual companionship. Here she was as uttorlyahw^ as lioUnwrn Crusoe on his island But had not her father said—Tako care of your mother, Shirley, take care of then allf

Shirley Carstone.

(tBy ELIZA AECHAED.

[Copyrighted by the. .American Press Association.]

An old metaphysical question floated into' ground of several acres. It was called the her mind as she fled homeward still in that "common," possibly from the fact that it was dull train. Whether is it better to know great huppincfa and at the same time take with it the fatal gift of susceptibility to intense suffering, or to jog along moderately comfortabio, without ever experiencing the highest height of joy or the deepest depth of misery In her stunned, broken mental stato, Shirley debated the proa and cons of that old question half a da}'. Finally dho said:

Her mother loft tho room

presently, and then he said rather seriously: "Shirley, dou'r. you ever be one of the

sniveling kind. Bo a rational, sensible human being. Rely on your brains for happiness, instead of on your«motions. Since the world began, there have always been Byrons to tell tho race that man's love is of man's life a part,'tis woman's whole oxlstenco. Women have been told this so often that they begin to think it is a credit to them to break their hearts, so as to display their superior emotional nature. It's rubbish, Shirloy. Women make two-thirds of their unhappiness themselves, through sentimental nousense. It is not thoir fault, either, so much. The non sense has been educated into them, and must bo educated out. They must learn self control. Tho coming womat. will repress her abnormal emotional development, and put it back into its right place. Thon women will no longer be more unhappy than men. Shirley, it would troublo mo to tho latest day of my life if I thought my daughter would bo ono of these uncontrolled, emotional wemon."

There was nobody to take care of the children, to have patience with her mother, absolutely nobody hot Shirley Hone the was, and here she was to he tied to her country school, correcting the bad grammar **J"L of the children, listening alternately to the There wwne weeping and deeolatkm and t*r^ vulgar neighborhood clack and the peevish ror in linwood. Shirley worked night and of her mother, patting ber day, tending the sick aad helping the weB la

hanflfl too to work, now with the needle, now in household labor and out in the grounds. That was to be her life forever, hum-dram, like the clicking of a blacksmith beetle. Oh! if she could only get away! But no!

She faced her prospect and saw that the battle must be fought out in Linwood. Fate is bard on women.

Finally Shirley observed that this eating her heart out in silence was beginning to disturb her seriously. How she longed for some break in the dull monotony of fretting?

One morning sho found her brother Pet seriously ill of a fever. Ho became worse through tao day. fehirley herself went for

to change p!accs with the doctor. Back of the village was a hideous patch of

common dumping ground for all miscellaneous rubbish of tho town. In tho growing season it was covered with weeds.

Tho summer had been the rainiest one in many years. As Shirley passed by the common sho saw it wa3 covered with a stagnant, bubbling water. Poisonous exhalations seemed to rise from it and glisten in tho sun. She entered tho village. Rank weeds fringed the street in front of nearly every house. The stagnant water lay in pools along tho roadway, at intervals, through the wholo village. Sho wondered how it was she had never noticed the weeds and decaying water before.

She had scarcely been in tho village sinco her return. \But now sho was struck with the sickly, greenish-yellow hue on the faces of persons she mot. Surely, they did not look like that ulvrays. She nearcd tho center of interest in tho village, Simpkins' grocery. She saw something unusual had token place. A huddle of men, sparsely sprinkled with members of tho weaker sex, were gathered there. A look of gloom, of feer was in their faces.

An cpidotnic of fever load broken out in the village. The children and old people were dying. Some of Shirley's best pupils were

down with it. Being so wholly taken up with her own griefs, Shirley had not heard of it.

For, something unusual, Deacon Durham was in tho throng. Moreover ho was talking, and that excitedly. Ho was in his shirt sleeves, his skeleton arms waving to and fro, his thin, gray locks shaking with excitement as he talked. There was the gleam of fanaticism in his eye. "The wrath of the Lord is upon Linwood," Shirloy heard him say. "This sickness is a judgment upon tho people for their sins. The children walk in the ways of the ungodly. They go swimming in waters on the Sabbath day. Tho women are disobedient to their husbands, setting themselves up on the level of men. They attire themselves in gay apparel, not conducive to the glory of Ood, yea, wearing bonnets with flowers in them. Whereas sin came into tho world by a woman, therefore is the anger of the Lord kindled against this town. These presumptuous females have brought a profane instrument of music into the Sabbath school."

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DKAOON DURHAM.

His oya foil oil Shirley. The crowd parted slightly. Pointing his skiuny finger at her, tho deacon continued his fierce denunciation: "Yoa, following the load of godless female teachers, they havo set up the scandalous practico of praising tho Lord with fiddles. The Almighty will not hold them guiltless. 'I suffer not a woman to teach.' This people have departed from tho straight way. Therefore is tho sword of the Lord against them. Therefore I visit them with the pestilence that walkoth in darkness, saith the Lord. Woo! woo! wool to Sodom and Gomorrah!" "Ob. bother! Deacon Durham," said Shirley. "that's nonsense. There is not a word in the Biblo against praising the Lord with fiddles. And as to washing in waters, if the children of this town did it a good deal oftener, they would be better off and healthief. The Lord never said a female should not teach, either. It was a man said that. But I quite agree with you that the Almighty has sent a pestilence on Linwood. You are right that His wroth is kindled against this people for their sins, truly enough. JEIe is visiting His wrath upon them because they are lazy and slovenly. Look at that common out there 1 It is a blister on the face of a civilised community. That's whore the fever comes from mostly. It has rained nearly every day this season. The wind has been from the west. It has brought disease and death upon its wings from that fcul, reeking pond over tbetv. Look at these nasty puddles in front of your very door Look at these masses of rank, rottm weeds. Two hours' work a week from each gentleman who spends co much leisure time in the grocery would change this dirty, pokey, little town into a. garden of Eden. But they don't give it They let the common lie festering in the sun, month after month, bringing fever and sickness. This is why the wrath of the Almighty is kindled against t!. :a, and not because a poor little woman cars a fk»w4» in tor bonnet. Is it likely the Creator of the universe would he In such smalt business as thatf "No, by thrrrtierH exclaimed Jim Sweet.

Than Shin got her doctor aad ber medicines and went house. The sickness raged in earnest It took off Hug hie Carter and Katy Triugle. Mis' Simpkins was left a widow. Tho g»wps said her htaband was jost too Uugr to fight the fever, and so gave up and died. Pet Caretone was very ilL Hie pestilence attacked o3d Mme. Freochy, Mrs. Carstonefe nam. At last it fastened its grMy clutches upon that tough old Christian, Deacon Durham himself. ItshoQk his ancient bones, ft scorched his eold inwards. It rattled him soul and body. Plainly bare was the wrath of the Lord kindled also against

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It want the fair thins, not

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all ways in ber power. Three persons were a self-constituted committee of relief. They were the Presbyterian minister, the doctor and Shirley. After the first two the girl came next in authority, by virtue of being the teacher, partly, but especially by virtue of being Shirley. These three worked together with a wilL The helpless, ignorant villagers instinctively looked to them to do their thinking for them and to aid them in their distrees. And the three bad their hands full.

Shirley's sermon baa sank into the minds of one or two who heard it. After the pestilence abated the sermon returned afresh to them. They thought of it and talked. It was strange, but they bad never noticed how unsightly the common—that camping ground of geeee and pigs—was before.

Once more tho three lights of Linwood, the Presbyterian minister, the doctor and Shirley, lai3 their heads together. A Village Improvement Society, with a big "I" and "S" was formed. Shirley was secretary.

When the town dignitaries came to consult about what should be done with their weeds, their unclean streets, their goose ponds, and, above all, their boss nuisance, the common, they found that their girl secretary knew moro than they all put together. It was Shirley who had heard about drainage and tree planting and landscape gardening. She had ber father to thank for that again. She bad heard him talk of all this many a time. The books he studied were still there.

When the dry weather of late summer set in the Village Improvement people began their task with enthusiasm. The enthusiasm did not lag after the first year, either.

Processes are redious. They are exceedingly unromantic, therefore not proper for a novel. We skip them, and go on to results.

The hideous common became Linwood park, a thing of beauty. The ground was leveled and filled with solid sweet earth, the plat was drained. The swamp in the center, tho most unsightly and tm wholesome spot of all, was changed by the magical power of brains and lingers into an exquisite tiny lake, the pearl and soul of the park.

Beautiful evergreen and hard wood forest trees were planted, and clumps of blossoming shrubs. Winding walks were made. Hero and there tho green was dotted with beds of brilliant flowers.

Tho Improvement Society with a big I and S did not stop its missionary labors at the park. It invaded tho village. Tho riot act was read to the pigs and geese, and they roamed the highways and tho byways at their own sweet will no more. Tho streets were drained, straightened and laid out regularly. Sidewalks and streets were neatly paved, and in time kept sightly and clean. The patches of weeds in front of the Linwood homes disappeared and their placo was taken by brilliant patches of grass and flowering plants. Saplings from the woods were set out in tha town, and in time these became noblo avenues of trees." Shirley ransacked ber brain and her father's books, and rediscovered graceful native vines und beautiful flowering trees.

The Improvement Society proclaimed loud and long tho doctrine of mercy to the birds. The Presbyterian minister preached sgjmons about it from his pulpit. Shirley preached sermons about it in her school. How tho birds made tho landscape beautiful, how they gladdened tho earth with their songs, how they were man's best friend in killing insects that destroyed tho fruits and grain for his food, was dinned into all their minds. This gospel was proclaimed alike from the pulpit and the school house till that

Linwood child who would have killed a bird would have been a daring criminal indeed. The teaching bore its good fruit in duo sod* son. Bright winged creatures—tho red bird, tho blue bird und tho yellow bird—durfced in and out among the leafy trees and played, as much at homo as if thoy had been in their nativo forest, as indeed they were not far from being. The little winged singers opened then- throats and poured forth sound till the air throbbed and thrilled with melody in the very heart of Linwood.

So the wrath of the Lord was averted, and the village was visited no more with epidemics of sickness. Out of the pestilence arose hcalthfulness, beauty and refinement. Linwood became noted far and wide as a model village.

City people who sighed for rural life were attracted thither in numbers. Thoy brought with them additional wealth, intelligenco and taste. Tho town increased in population. From being what wo first knew it, Linwoood became tho ideal, beautiful country town.

And it was Shirley, tho inspiring and suggestive, who was at the bottom of it all— Shirley, God bless her! tho peoplo said.

CHAPTER XV. THE SILK COLONY.

So at last, as always, though constantly working and thinking for others, calmness of soul came to Shirley.

Was her heart broken? Well, there was much left in life Still. It was her hard fate to be tied in this ono little village. Linwood it was to be, for good or ilL She recognized her fate and made the best of it At length she became more warmly interested than she could have believed in things about her.

The village improvement scheme was only a part of her labors. From long habit of thought her mind still followed the old ideals of her unwritten poem. She found no culm, no time yet to begin the poem. It must be put off still again. But meantime, following the one golden thread of thought, she unconsciously turned to women.

During the fever Shirley bad found among the villagers a poverty aad an unhappiness that surprised her. Persons who havo the sense of respectability, however small, instinctively put the best foot forward. Behind many a neat street garb a hungry stomach sits and bowls in secret

The specter of sickness attacked the households and shook out the hidden specters in plain sight Shirley perceived constantly a barrenness of the commonest small comforts, a lack even of articles of food that was painful to her. It was the case alike among the overworked farm wives and the idle, gadding village wives. Poverty she herself knew, she thought But it was that independent poverty which has fertility of resource, the poverty which whets tho edge of struggle and aspiration. From this kind of poverty everything that is worth having in tbtf world has come.

But these women? The larger part of the small things which Shirley thought a civilised human being regarded as necessities of life were to them unknown luxuries. In such a hard, stupid poverty as tUa, what hope?

Could nothing bo done to help &emf The question haunted Shirley. Could they not somehow be put in the way of helping themselves! Verily there was Utile that they might even hope for. An untrained grown woman in a village can do nothing to get mooey. Although there was among them lack of so many of the small things that make life desirable, yea, absolute want now and tben, these women had no lack of on their hands. It was the habit of many of them, women and giris, to sit aad gm fcfly out the window, hour after hour. A spasmmWc, intermittent effort the small work they jrere obliged to da ftrtfae

rest, nothing. They had no knowledge at anything better and no incentive to action. That was all there was in life for them. They had even no appreciation that it was a sin to waste time so. Their idleness and poverty brought with it a poverty of soul was most hopeless of all

It was at this period that public attention was first being generally called to the beautiful silk weaving industry in this country. Shirley herself had visited the mills, and been delighted as anybody must be with the exquisite fabrics wrought there.

The workmen showed her the filmy, shining threads from which the splendid fabrics were made. These had all to be brought over seas, they told her. It was certain the mulberry tree could be reared here at home, and the silk cocoons produced. The production of raw silk was an industry scarcely less beautiful than that of weaving the threads, and remunerative too. It was not done in America simply because it was not done.

One day, thinking of the idle, yet poverty stricken women she knew, Shirley happened to recall what she had heard in the silk mills Sho put the two together.

Once more, processes are dull to outsiders. Therefore again we skip them. There is enough dullness in this world, Lord knows! even after we get rid of all we can.

No, we will have only results, for the present The women's silk colony of Linwood—behold—is it not known to every intelligent person in the land? An intelligent person is one who reads newspapers.

Shirley obtained all the information possible. She planted her mulberry shoots, sho got her cocoons and learned how to fai™ euro of thom. Travelers on tho now much frequented road past the stone houso to tho village turned to watch again tho noble figuro and bene head of tho woman who was so intently busy in the grounds. Out there among her silk trees she might well havo boen taken for tho reincarnation of tho splendid empress who first introduced silk culture among her grateful people und thence gave it to tho world.

Silk culture would have prospered in America more than 200 years ago, only that tobacco rooted it out It did not do so in Linwood. Shirley experimented with her mulberries and silk worms till she was successful. Sho taught the secret to the neighbor women. Tho new and graceful employment spread among thom. At length tho colony produced annually no inconsiderable quantity of raw silk of an admirable qualit}\

Tho women and children did the work. It brought hundreds of dollars to the poor, stingy little neighborhood. Weed patches becamo mulberry gardens. In truth, thcro was by and by not a weed left in that region. Linwood bccamo prosperous, handsome and ambitious. Articles of taste, beauty and comfort wcro added yearly to the humblo homes. The hard, poverty stricken lives of the women blossomed out till they becamo now creatures under tho magic of prosperity. They learned how admirable a thing it is for a human being to earn his own money and spend it as ho ploa&es. They tasted tho sweets of independence.

Tho village women sloughed off the idleness of their wasted lives. In tho round of healthy, happy, paid work thoy forgot the idle talkcc-talkco of other years. They outgrew tho spite, the narrow feminino jealousies. They could no longer opeud time from money getting to indulge in these peculiar little amusements.

There was another good result. Tho town became a general center of interest Foreigners visiting tho country and tourists from half over tho continent came there to seo the women's silk colony. Whether

they looked at tho handsome, tree ernbowerai village itself, with its clean, smooth streets and tasteful homes, the novel, successful industry that had contributed so greatly to its prosperity, or at tho well fed, well dressed girls and children—oveiything thoy saw was interesting and pleading. There came so many that a neat and roomy hotel had to bo built to accommodate them. It wus kept by our friend Mis' Simpkins. The march of improvement had trodden under foot the show window with the box of blacking and two clothes pins.

The numerous visitors to the silk colony became a source of revenue to the village. It was suddenly discovered, too, by and by, that Linwood had exceptional advantages as a summer resort.

Nor yet was this alL With the advent of good times came better food, gentler wayB, and more happiness to Linwood homes. Husbands and sons who had been wont to spend their hours and

their

earnings too much away

from home, waked up gradually to find home had grown attractive before thoy wero aware of it There was music, there were books and games in their own houses of evenings. They also found pretty maidens and neat, cheerful matrons, there. They found themselves exceedingly astonished to discover a remarkable fact—there was moro fun at homo than any where else.

The impulse of the ordinary woman who earns money, is to use it first to adorn her person, next hSr home. Neither is this a wicked impulse. It is not even an unwholesome one.

Linwood women were ordinary^ They were exceedingly ordinary. Therefore they decorated first themselves, tben their homes. With the stimulus that money of thoir own, and communication with minds outside of their own gave them, they, too, waked up to some important facts. They learned how far behind the day they were in their social ways, their housekeeping. They took to improved methods. There had been bitter

Quarreling

and heartburning, family rows, in short, in many a Linwood household before, because of the undoubted preference of tho masculine half of the house for the grocery and rum shop. linwood mothers and daughters made now the astounding discovery that wives and children who are neat, handsome and merry— delicate food, pretty healthful homes, music and jolly yet harmless home amusement, have more attraction for men than even a ram shop. Wives and daughters havo the

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track all the time with the average masculine animal, if they only bad sense enough to keep it linwood had heard temperance lectures since the time the noble red man gave up gnH surrendered to the white man. Yet here, right under their noses, was a tempermice lecture worth more than all the rest How odd they had never thought of it before!

So Linwood was transformed, wholly and

It was in very truth Shirley wbo did alL It was over again what George Morrison had rend to ber from the enchanted life of Joan of Arc: "Daughter of Ood, all things were under her."

Wasitnotsof To accomplish worthy aims, three things are necessary: Unselfish aw, sfnglwiw of uorpoas and eternal entbmftmn.

Bhirfcy gave up ber TiOacs school at length. She gave it into the bands of one of ber heal pqyrfw So from the master to Shirley, from Shirley to the favorite pupil, the school was handed down and kept nomine on worthier in the wise old ways.

Shirley had aSher work that was more i*» nmentiTB, and that was forced onheralwaj* as toflntpoMfctortka. WithaQriia

bad on ber hands, it was ber steady regret that she found no time to do her best at anything. Night never closed in on her found her free from a care for the next day. She never had one week to rest

She bad now a modest yet solid distinction as a writer. The ideals in literature that she bad set before her as peerless statues when she was 16, were locked away from human sight Out of the fullness of the practical knowledge she had gained in her years of toil and trial, she wrote now. It was exactly this feature that made ber work of especial value for everyday reading. People are glad to liiad that which helps them practically.

But she wrote no more poetry.

Linwood had indeed changed since we knew it first Now it had a railroad. Trains daily went thundering past the old stone house, till its very walls shook. Little regard have iron and steam for beauty in nature. They laugh to scorn sentimental memories. The old mill was pulled down by the

railway

company.

The iron tracks followed the bed of the picturesque mill race. They cut through the heart of the clump of graceful swaying willows, the very willows under which Shirley had sat while the master read to her the marvelous story of Joan of Are.

Even so the iron had cut through the heart of Shirley's romance. Even so, God help us! the iron pierces the soul of us all, every ono.

And one fine morning Shirley waked and remembered she was SO years old. The brothers and sisters wero nearly all men and women now. Alice, tho youngest, was 14. Harry was 17. These two were especially near to Shirley. They had hung about- her neck in their helpless babyhood. JFatberless, worse than motherless, thoy had only this tall,strong sister to cling to.

During these years so many minor incidents had happened in tho Carstono family that it has not been possible to keep up with them all It was well Shirley's worldly prospects had brightened. As the children grew older the need of money to cducate them, to start them in life, increased constantly. Shirley worked and planned without ceasing to meot tho demand. It gave her steady pride aud pleasure that she was ablo to do so.

Tho children followed each his natural bent, no two of them alike. Percy, who had been so fond of studying tho ways of birds and insects, developed into a naturalist. Ho was a slender, handsome youth, devoted to his studios with enthusiasm.

Pet, otherwise Master Francis Peyton, surprised the family by saying deliberately ono day: "Shirley, I want to go to West^Point. I have made up my mind to it"

His mother looked at Imn in amasemebfc. "Great guns! Pet,"said Percy, "you'ro foolin'. You mind when you used to hold your hands over your cara and run and hido 3*our head in tho pillows when father was teaching Tom to shoot at a mark? If you went into the army, somebody might fire off a shooting cracker close to your ear on a Fourth of July —wbat'd you do then?" "I've made up my mind I want to go to West Point," was all tho answer Pet made.

Shirley was tho magician who did everything for«everybody in tho Carstono family. Iler brother got his wish. Children develop in unexpected ways, sometimes. Pet, the timid, the delicate "girl boy "of the Carstoncs, bccamo tho soldier. A gallant soldier ho lnado, too. Strangely enough, ho was daring to recklessness. Of all tho four sons ho was tho one who in manhood most resembled their bravo, dashing father.

With Tom and Brownie Shirloy had most troublo. Brownie was a dancing, springing, merry little cricket of a creature, as full of life as a squirrel, as mischievous, too. She

was a very pretty girl, with laughing brown eyes, crisply curling black hair, clear, ivory tinted Bkin, nose faintly "tip-tilted," and lips like a scarlet cherry. She was much admired and sought after.

Given her own way in all things, and Miss Brownie at 18 was the most charming young lady in the world. But given not her own way, she could make the household bum to a degree beyond the supposed capacity of gentle young ladydom.

There was inborn in poor Brownie a passionate fondness for things beautiful and artistic. Had her father lived her tastes would have beeu gratified, and Brownie would bavo been happy. As it was, sho chafed with bitter impatience against tho Carstono poverty. She longed to wear bright jewels and pretty dresses, to get away'from Linwood, tho mean and the narrow. And being not of tho heroic turn, she only stayed there and fretted, instead of trying to work out her wishes for herself.

As Linwood became larger, and wealthy visitors and residents were attracted thither, and Brownie mingled with them, the desire to see the gay world grew on ber till she was not an agreeablo young lady to live with. Her constant song, daily and nightly, was: "I wish we could havo things like other people."

Her brother Tom made acquaintances that were not good for him. In those soft, green years this was the besotting sin of the honest, blundering fellow. Ho was perpetually getting into scrapes, and Shirley was perpetually helping liim out When Tom was 22, old snough to have somo sense, there camo to Linwood a man of the musical noma of Wabbnobbs. He had a moan little toco and dressed expensively. He bad money mid spent it lavishly.

Wabbnobbs bad been at the botol some days when ono afternoon there passed by Tom Carstono with his beautiful sisters. From that day the stranger sought the acquaintance of Tom. Ho cultivated him assiduously.

He called at tho stone boose to take Tom riding. He displayed flashing diamonds, fast horses and elaborate toilets. Ho talked horse so learnedly that the innocent youth looked up to him as to a demigod^

Mr. Wabbnobbs talked raguely but magnificently of the west ami western mines, till Tom too began to sigh to have things like other people. Ho was dazzled with tho gorgeoosnen of his new friend. He was aflame with a fever to go west and make bis fortune in the mines. The acquaintance progressed rapidly to intimacy,

till

one day Harry said

"He's a beauty, no mistake, that new beau of yours, isn't be, Brownie f1 "Who is it now!" askad Shirley. "Don't you know! It's that new felkrw that Tom goes bumming and chumming with. That Mr. Wabbnobbs." fTO BE C0.1T15VkP.l

They strolled along the broad parade, John Jones and pretty Miss Maria. "Your teeth are awful, John," she said "Why don't you buy the beautiQerT tee mine! How white! Yes tfs my lb polish them with flOZPPOX-R"

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Itch and scratches of every kind cored in SO minutes by Wool ford's Sanitary Lotion. Use no other. This never fails Sold by W. C. Bantfo, Druggist, Terre Haute, Ind. If.

Excitement In Texas.

Great excitemont haa been caused in the vicinity of Paris, Texas, by the remarkable recovery of Mr. J. E. Corley, who was so helpless he could not turn in bed, or raise his head everybody said he was dying of Consumption. A trial bottle of Dr. King's New Discovery was sent to him. Finding relief, he bought a bottle and a box of Dr. King's New

large bi Lire Pi

Pills by the time he had taken two boxes of Pills and two bottles 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 fc Lowry's. (2)

A Verdict Unanimous.

W. D. Suit, Druggists, Bippus. Ind., testifies: "lean recommend Electric Bitfera as the very best remedy. Every bottle sold has given relief in every ease. One man took six 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 Electric Bitters." Thousands of others have added their testimony, so that the verdict is unanimous that Electric Bitters do cure all diseases of Liver, Kidneys and Blood. Only a half dollara bottle at took, Bell & Lowry's. (2

Bucklen's Arnica Salve.

The Best Salve in the world for Cuts, Bruises, Sores. Ulcers, Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Tetter, Chapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and 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 Cook «fc Bell. (tf.)

Una.

•ONK HimiiHKI) DOLLAKH

-8EAL-

als,

S3

-is*

WOMEN

Needing rencweU tre«|tk. »r who nuffer fVo« Inflrwitlea peculiar

Xm

taelr tu, should try

BEST TONIC.

Thia medicine oombinm Iron with pare Y«gfit«ble tonics, and is inraltuble for Disease* peculiar to Women, and all who lead sedentary

HTM.

11 i'n-

ricncti and Purines the Blood, stluiiilntoa AIIIKCICS aad orates, he skin smooth.

It does not blaoken tho teeth, oanse headache, or produce constipation—all

vlher Iron nuti/p.

EUZABKTH BAIRD. 74

Farwell

ATB.,

Milwau­

kee. Wis., Mj'H. under ditto of Deo. 96th. 1884: I nave used Brown's Iron Bitters, and it has been more than a d00tor to me, having enrod mo of lha wealcnosa Indies have in Ufa. Also cured me of Liver Complaint, and now my oompiexion is clear and good. also been benenoial to my children."

MRS.Has LOUISA G. BRAODON.

Bant Lockport,

H.

N. Y.,

•afs: 1 have suffered untold mieery from Female Complaints, and eould obtain roliet

trvtn

nothing

except Brown's Iron Bittern." Genuine has above Trade Mark and crowed red lines on wrapper. Take no other. Made only by BROWN CtlKMlOAL CO., UA1.T1A10KIC. MB.

HTATK OK OHIO, CITY OF TOLEDO, LUCAB COUNTY, H. FRANK .1. (MIKNKY

makes oath

that he ts tlie senior partner of tho tlrin of F. J.

CHKNKY & Co.,

doing

business in the City of Toledo. County and Htate aforesaid, and that suld lirm will pay the sum of

for

each and every ense of

that

CATAHKH

0111

not bo cured by the use of

HALL'S CATAHKH CL'RK. FKANK J. CHENEY, Sworn to before me and subscribed in my presence, this 6th day of December,

A.

D.. *80.

A W E A O N

Notury Public.

Is—v—'J P. 8.— Hall's Catarrh Cure

free.

is

taken internally and acts directly upon the blood 11 nd inneussurfaces of the system. Send for testimoni­

F. J.

CHENEY & CO., Toledo, Ohio.

N9T8old hy druggists, 75 cents.

PISC8 REMEDY FOB gives immediate relief.

CATARRH Catarrhal

virus is Boon expelled from the system, and the diseased action of the mucous membrane Is replaced by healthy secretlops.

The dose is small. Ono' contains a sufficient quantity for a long treatment.

ATARRH:

A

cold in the Head is relieved by an application of Piso's Remedy for Catarrh. The comfort to bo Rot from It in this way is worth many times {fa n/utf •.T'Y'v

Easy and pleasant to use. 1 Price. 80 cents. Sold by druggists or sent by mail.

E. T. HAZILTIKE, Warren, Pa.

The first dose often aatonl*5ie*i the Invalid, giving elasticity of mind and

Bonyancy of Body

to which he wa« before a stranger. Tbey give appetite*

GOOD DIGESTION,

ngalsr bowels and ^lid Xie®" Ijr mgar coated. Price* 2fleU. per boa.

Sold Everywhere.

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1887

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