Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 17, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 May 1887 — Page 7

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Continued from Second Page. The Attorney General—At what time TO you go to bed?

AVitness—I can't be quite exact to

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time, but it was about 12 o'clock. The Attorney General—Where w»l pour bedroom situated?

Witness—On the second floor. The Attorney General—And your mistress'?

Witness—On the first floor. Tho Attorney General—By going out of hfeur bedroom door into the passage and Leaning over the balustrade, could you see [down to tho ground floor? -Witness—Yes, pretty clearly. It was a Lr&aight view. 7 Tho Attorney General—You went to fbdii, you say, at about 12 o'clock. Beaprc you retired had your master returned

Uomc? Witness—Yes. I was undressing when I heard the street door open and closc. icn I heard a carriage drive away. I fepped out of my room softly and looked |cr the balustrade to make sure that it is my master. At the moment I looked

Twn I saw him turning off the gas in the loll. The Attorney General—And you saw toothing more? 14 Witness—No. ,,

Tho Attorney General—And heard noth,|in« more? Witness—Yes, I heard something. I

Temained in the passage on the second floor, bending over the balustrade, and it aecmcd to irp to be a very long time before my master made any movement. I should say flvo or six minutes passed before I heard him, very, very softly, ascend the stairs to the first floor. Perhaps I was fanciful, through being alone so long in my own room but thesilencc in the house and then the sound of my master coming up the stairs much more quietly than was usual with him made me nervous, I don't inow why. I fancied all sorts of things.

Tho Attorney General--Ncver mind your fancies. Did you hour any other footsteps besides those of your master?

Witness—I am not sure. I can't say. It never entered my mind that anybody could be with him, and yet I could not help fancying things. To speak the truth, I was so upset that I went into my own Toom and locked the door. 1 listened with my enr at the bedroom door, and I heard tho handle of the door of my mistress' room beinr? turned.

The Attorney General—And then? Witness—1 wus already partially undressed, and I went to led.

Tho Attorney General—Did you sleep «oundly? Yv*it:iess—No. I woke up suddenly with the idea that the street door had I been opened and closed again. I lay in bed frightened, but hearing nothing more presently fell asleep again.

The Attorney General—There were no •cries, no voices loudly raised? Witness—I heard none.

Tho Attorney General—Did you sleep soundly after that? Witness—No. I was dosing oft and waking up the whole of the night—a hundred times, it seemed to mo. IIow 1 have reproached myself since that when I saw my master put out tho gas in the hall I did not have the courayo to go down to him!

The Attorney General—At what time in tho morning did you usually rise? Witness—At 7:30, unless my mistress required me earlier.

The Attorney General—Was that the "hour at which you rose on the morning of the 20th of March?

Witness—No I roso much earlier, at 0 or 0:15 I can't say exactly to a minute, because I did not look at my watch.

The Attorney General—Then, after dressing, did you fo down stairs? Witness— Yes, with a candle in my lmnd. It was dark.

The Attorney General—Any sound in tho bonne? ,s Witness—Noho. I

Tho Attorney General—Did Yon'listen 4it your mistress' liedroom door? Witness—I stood there for a momont, but 1 heard nothing.

The Attorney General—After that what did von do? Witness—I wont down to the hall.

The Attorney General—To the street door? Witness—Yes.

Tho Attorney General—On which side of the hall was tho cont rack? Witness—On the left from thehousc,on the right from tho street. 1

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The Attorney General—Did you look at it? Witness—Yes.

The Attorney General—What did yon observe? Witness—That my master's ulnter was hanging up in Its usual place.

The Attorney General—You are positive that it was in its usual place? Witness—Yes.

The Attorney General—Would yon recognize the ulster again? Witness—Most certainly it is coat of •n verv peculiar pattern. ..

The Attorney General—Ts this it? Tlstef produced.) Witness—Yes.

The Attorney General—Was the prisoner's hat hanging in its usual place? Witness—No, it was uot there.

The Attorney General—Did you look

At

the stree" door? Witness—Yes, Tho Attorney General—Did you observe anything?

Witness—Yes, something surprising. The Attorney General—What? Witness—That the chain was not up, aud that it was not locked, as was always done bv my master himself when he returned home late. On other occasions it was done by a servant. Then. I thought, it could have been no fancy of mine that 1 heard the street door open and shut in the middle of the night.

The Attorney General—Proceed with an account of your movements after the discovery.

Witness—I was alarmed, ana I considered for a little while what I ought to da Then it suddenly occurred to me that the door of the bedroom my master occupied was not quite closed when I had pawed it on my way downstairs. I went up quietly to convince myself, and I saw it was not shut. I touched it with my hand very gently and timidly, and it swung open. Thinking it my duty to acquaint my master with the circumstance* of the street door chain not being up, I ventured to step into the bedroom and to call. "Sir!*' I held the candle above my head, and to my astonishment saw that there was no one in the room, ami that the bed had not been occupied during the night, I went boldly Into the room and convinced myself. No one was there, no one had been there. The bed was just as at had been made on the previous day. Now really alarmed, 1 hurried to my mistress' bedroom and knocked at her door. There was no answer. I knocked again and aga|tti *&£gtiU

I opened the door and entered. My mistress was lying quite still in bed. I stepped quietly to her side and bent over. My heart almost stopped beating as I looked at her face, there was something so awful in it. "Madam! madam!" I cried, softly, and I ventured to push her by the shoulder. She made no movement she did not speak. I cried to her again, and pushed her again, and then a suspicion of the horrible truth flashed upon me. I raised her in my arms and she fell back upon the bed. I scarcely know what happened after that. I began to scream, and I think I became hysterical. The next thing I remember was tho servants raaMng into the room and me pointing to the dead body of my mistress.

The Attorney General—Do you remember saying anything to the effect that your master had murdered her?

Witness—I should not like to swear to it but it may have been in my mind because of the cruel life they had led together, and because of what had passed between them on the previous morning.

The Attorney General—After a time you became calmer and more collected? Witness—Yes.

Tho Attorney General—Had one of the servants gone for a policeman? Witness—Yes.

The Attorney General—Shortly afterward a detective officer, Lumley Rich, entered the room?

Witness—Yes. The Attorney General—What was his first question when he had convinced himself that your mistress was dead?

Witness—He asked if anything in the room hod been touched or disturbed, and I said, "No, nothing had been touched or disturbed."

The Attorney General—In consequence of the officer's question upon this point, was your attention directed to the table by the bedside?.

Witness—Yes. j. The Attorney General—Was everything upon the tablo' as you had left it at 9 o'clock on the night before, when you ceased attendance upon your mistress?

Witness—The pen, ink and paper were there. The decanter was there, with very little water in it, and I was horror struck to see that the bottle of sleeping lozenges was quite empty. I made a remark to that effect to the detective. Turning to the mantel shelf, I saw upon it thq tumbler which, when I left my mistress' room the night before, had been on the table by her side.

The Attorney General—You say that during the day of the 25th of March your mistress spoke vaguely about papers and acceptances for money which she held, and of which the prisoner desired to obi'liti possession. Do you know anything further concerning those papers and acceptances?

Witness—Nothing. Tho Attorney General—Do you know if any were found after your mistress' death? 'I

Witness— I do not know. The Attorney General—You saw your master when he entered tho house at 7 o'clock in tho morning! 1

Witness—Yes. f: The Attorney General—Was he wearing an overcoat on that occasion?

Witness—No.

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The Attorney General—What was his appearance? Witness—Very haggard, as though he had had no sleep—as though he had passed a dreadful night.

The Attorney General—That will do.' (In accordance with the plan of defense which tho prisoner seemed to have laid clown for himself his cross examination of this witness was very brief.)

Prisoner—You say that when you were in the room adjoining my wife's bedroom during my interview with her on the morning of March 25 you heard our voices raised to a high pitch, and that-of the two voices mine made the stronger impression upon you?

Witness—Yes, I did say so. Prisoner—You mean, of course, by that that I was speaking loudly and violently?

Witness—Yes, I do mean it. Prisouex—Do you adhere to that statement?

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Witness—Yes, I adhere to it. Prisoner—And to your conviction that I was threatening my wife?

Witness—Yes. Prisoner—As I had threatened her many times before?

Witness—Yes, Prisoner—You have heard me threaten her many times during the last few months? .\ 14 t,

Witness-Yes. ill# I Prisoner—In as loud and violent a tone as you say I used on this occasion?

Witness—No not so loudly and violently as on this occasion but that did not make it less ..dreadful.

Mr. Justice Fenmore—we ao not want your opinions. Conline yourself to the statement of facts.

Prisoner—Are yon awaH that my life is ot stake? Witness—Yes.

Prisoner—And thit the evidence you have given is almost, if not quite, fatal against.me? ....

Witness—I do not know anything about that. I have said only what is true. Prisoner—Is it not possible that, having a prejudice against me, you may have allowed your imagination to warp your reason?

Witness—If by that you mean that I am inventing things against you, it is not true. I have only told what I heard.

Prisoner—And you heard my wife, when I left tho room, call after me the words you have already given in evidence, to tho effect that sho believed I wished her dead but that sho would not dio yet, unless I killed her?

Witness—t heard her say so. Prisoner— And that shs called oftif EQO that I was a villain?

Witness—E heard her say aa Prisoner—In the description yon have given of your movements on the night of this fatal day, you say that, upon hearing the street door open and close, you came out of your bedroom, and leaning over the balustrade, looked down into the hall?

Witness—Yes, that is true. Prisoner—And that you saw me patting out the gas in the hall*

Witness—Yes, Prisoner—You are certain It was I? Witness Yes. You had yoor ulster on, and as you had to stand on tiptoe to put out the gas, your face was raised to the light, and I saw it plainly.

Prisoner—You saw my face plainly? Witness—As plainly as I see it now. Prisoner (with a movement of impatience)—I have no further questions to ask you.

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WHEN MY DREAMS COME TRUE.

Wben my dreams come true—when my dreams come truest! I lean from oat my casement. in the star* light mud the dew, To listen—ctnile and to the tinkle of toe ttr'T* Of the sweet guitar my lover's fingers foodie, aa be sings? And as the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view. «wi vanish from his vision—when my dreams come true?

Wbea my dreams come true—shall the simple gown I wear Be changed to softest satin, sod mv maiden braided hair Be raveled into flossy mists of rarest, fairest gold. To be minted into kisses, more than any heart can hold? Or "the summer of my tresses" shall my lover liken to •The fervor of his passion"—when my dreams come true? When my dreams come true-I shall bide among the sheaves Of happy harvest meadows, and the grasses and the leaves Shall lift and lean between me and the splendor of the sun, Till the moon swoons into twilight, and the gleaners1 work is done— Save that yet an arm shall bind me, even as the reapers do The meanest sheaf of harvest—when my dreams come true. When my dreams come true! when my dreams come true I True lore in all simplicity is trash and pure as dew: The blossom in the blackest mold is kindlier to the eye Thou any lily born of pride that blooms against the sky. And so it is

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A Dear Dream.

But May came home in a hurry, nervous and hysterical. She had reckoned horself brave, keen-sighted, clearheaded but, oh,she never could spend another night at Aunt Dorothy's! And after this declaration she relapsed into tears. ,.

Madge thought May very foolish, as, indeed, we all did, and with half scornful disregard of our oldest sister's fears, accepted Aunt Dorothy's invitation to herself. A new edition of the last will and testament was brought out, like an antiquated actress bidding farewell to the stage, and Madge considered herself settled

But alas for human calculations! She found, in a very few days, how justly founded were May's fears she confessed it to Aunt Dorothy, and that venerable spinster, enraged at her credulity and weakness, sent ber home in disgrace.

Nan, being next in years, received the third invitation, but she sent a polite little note by return mail, respectfully declining the honor and the legacy thus thrust upon her.

As a natural consequence of this refusal, Aunt Dorothy's letter to me was curt enough. If I chose to come and humor an old woman, she would make it worth mv while but she had no patience with hvsterics or superstition, and, if I were afflicted with either, I bad better star away. In that case, she added, she*would leave all her property to an orphan asylum.

As Nan firmly refused to reconsider her determination, I accepted this last of the invitations to the family, and wrote to announce tl.e date of my arrival. From the time that this letter was signed, sealed, and delivered into the hands of the postofflce authorities my sisters looked upon me as a devoted victim, sacrificing myself upon the altar of family comfort. That is, two of them did so Nan was only concernod about the result to herself. Having received the assurance that I intended to divide my legacv (when I got it) as the others had promised to do, she was satisfied, and softly murmured the estimate which wisdom places upon a dinner of herbs, as compared with a more pretentious repast too highly seasoned.

I arrived at Aunt Dorothy's early in the morning. The house, which I bad never seen, was grim and gloomy In its outward appearance, but prettily quaint and old fashioned within—a very storehouse of beauty. For the hand of Time has blurred the once clear lines that divided the accumulations of different and periods, and brought them into barmonv with each other, and the light of wood-flre which horned upon the sitting room hearth, and which tradition earn had never gone out since it

•oftened the grim, gaunt outlines of my aunt's face mud figure.

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

know my heart will gladly welcome

you,

My lowliest of lovers, when my dreams come true. "—James Whitcomb Riley in The Current.

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BY XARIAM K. DAVIS.

Everybody said that the Grattan girls were nice, sensible, sweet, and womanly. I, for my part, am very glad that such is the general opinion, for I am the fourth and youngest sister of that amiable family.

Behold us now assembled in solemn conclave, the occasion being an invitation extended to me.

I wouldn't go back there for any amount of money," declared Madge, fervently.

I really do not think that it would be safe for you to do so," replied Nan, in a tone expressive of much sisterly selicitude, "considering Aunt Dorothy's threats when she packed you off. "She didn't pack me off," answered May, coming valiantly to the rescue, "and nothing could induce me to pass another night in that house."

The defense of the second sister was unanswerable, and we returned to the subject of invitation. The writer, Miss Dorothy Whitcomb, was our mother's aunt. You will, from this, naturally infer that she was no longer young. You are not mistaken. She was old she was crotchety, not to say disagreeable but sho was rich.

That she was the only one to blame in her differences with various relatives, none of us bad the slightest doubt, for had she not begun by quarreling with grandmother, wnom we all recolleetedas our best friend and most indulgent ekter. But now Aunt Dorothy was desirous of a reconciliation, and May and Madge both said that it was our duty to forgive her. I never wanted to do it myself, inclined to the opinion that she only wanted to make our acquaintance so that she could quarrel with us but I bowed to the superior wisdom of age. (May is twenty-four, but she never broaches the subject of birthdays before strangers.)

We are the legal heirs of our respective relative, our mother having died years ago but among the old lady's many whims was a fashion of continually making her will. When she invited one of us to live with her, tfas with a solemn promise to leave all her earthly possessions to the one thus favored. Accordingly, when May went, Aunt lorothy, with much ostentation, had a new document duly written out, bequeathing all her real aud personal property to her dear grand-niece, Mary Grat-

My reception was such as to make me that

believe that Aunt Dorothy, like her house, was pleasant enough, wben one had penetrated the forbidding exterior. She installed me in a pretty little room —my grandmother's, when she was a

firl—opening

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out of her own, and the

igh, four-posted bed had curtains and valances of dimity, matching the toilet cover and window curtains, which I

rivately concluded had been hemmed my grandmother's patient fingers, In the same far distant period. "I hardly regret that your sisters did not remain," said Aunt Dorothy, taking a critical view of me across the breakfast table "I am rather glad, on the whole, that it is my namesake who is to cone after me. And you can take the name of Whitcomb by act of Legislature, so that fOr many along year yet to come Miss Dorothy Whitcomb will be mistress here." 1 looked demure, and did not say that I hardly expected to be Mjps Dorothy Anvthing in these long years to come, and thinking of—well, of somebody— made me wonder if any person had ever had the courage to call her Dolly, as every one dubbed me.

Breakfast over, my aunt grew impatient for the arrival of the lawyer, for of course she bad her will to make. He came at last, aud, thanks to oft repeated rehearsals, the performance was smooth and short.

The long day was beguiled with stories of the men and women who had once lived within these walls, prefaced, in manv cases, by the history of some article associated with a particular individual. Promptly at nine o'clock Aunt Dorothy gave me a candle in a white china candle stick (having previously told me how her mother's brother had brought those very candlesticks from France—thank fortune the candles did not have any history!), and, similarly provided, lef the way upstairs.

I will not deny that I was very nervous. Though I tried to be brave, to laugh at the fears of my two sisters, I could not help remembering how fearless they had been—until they came to Aunt Dorothy's. I was particularly desirous of keeping awake—a very fortunate thing, as I could not possibly have slept. I lay perfectly still between the lavenderscented sheet, but my eyes were wide open, my brain busy with thoughts that never came from dreamland.

I heard the tall clock on the stairs strike ten, aud watched the moonlight slowly brightening the garden which my window overlooked. From my pillow I could plainly see the quaint beds and alleys, and the old-fashioned plants. Eleven struck while I was busily im agining what my grandmother wore when she walked there, and what my

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randfather said when be came courting some mysterious way, my respected ancestor became—well, something a little more modern and I can not pretend to explain it, but I was my own grand mother.

No, 1 was not dreaming it was only the strange influence of time and place. I awakened—that is, I stopped being my grandmother—and heard the clock strike twelve. As the sound of the last stroke died away—I shiver at the very recollec lion of it, though I am safe and far away now—the door leading into Aunt Dorothv's room slowly opened. A faint aud ghastly light seemed vo prevade her apartment, and even to pollute the pure moonlight in mine. In terror, too great for audfable utterance, I buried my nead under the bedclothes. It was the ghost which had appeared to my two sisters.

Shivering with fear, I yet found courage to peep out of my coverings. I gazed an instant, then, with one bound, I sprang to the floor.

"Aunt Dorothy," I said at the breakfast table the next morning, trying to peak in as matter-of-fact tone as possible, "do you generally sleep pretty soundly?" "Never awaken up during the night, she answered, sharply "people with good consciences and digestion are never troubled with sleeplessness." "That accounts, then," I replied, in a voice full of meditative mildness, "for your not believing in the tjhost."

The old lady grunted in decided disapprobation. I 'What ghost?" she demanded. 'Why, May's and Madge's and—well, yes, I suppose you may call it mine, since I saw it too."

Well, at any rate, you have enough courage to do you. You were not fright6D6(l«" "Oh, yes, Aunt Dorothy, I was dreadfully scared. Why, I covered up my head and fairly shivered with fear." "As if that would do any good!" she ejaculated with much scorn. "Why didn't you look to see what you were afraid of?"

She reminded me of a dreadful lawyer

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poor timid little wit­

ness, so'very fiercely was her question put. I did not answer for a moment, and I suppose she thought I was much afraid of ner as I had been the ghost for she relaxed her frown at last and aske 1, with a little less severity of man-

you lie there all covered up until

mo^ng?

Aunt Dorothy

did

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she ,. helped herself to another cup of tea. "Oh, no, it was still visible. And what do you think it was?" "Some trick of the moonlight, shinning on the door-post, or your own white skirts, or something of the kind. "No," I replied, solemnly, "it was not a trick of the imagination at all. It was a real something, and it moved.

My voice sunk almost to an awe-struck whisper Aunt Dorothy looked indfgnantly incredulous. "I have always supposed," she said with great stateliness, addressing the portrait of my

great-grandfather,

which

hung on the wall behind me, I have

alwavs supposed that there was a very simple wav of accounting for all this. Maty bad some sort of fantastic dream the first night she was here, and is so nervous and imaginative she thought it was real: She told Margaret, who was so impressed with It, that, under similar circumstances, her own brain reproduced the image in sleep, as if the occurrence had been an actual one. Of course, the probability of a third dream is much greater than the case of the aeoond.

Aunt Dorothy paused, apparently very much pleased with herown explanation. 1 hope it was equally gratifying to our

ow?,r?repli®d|. pondering on

this view of the subject, "I bad not thought of that. Perhaps it was a dream, Only it was so very vivid."

Aunt Dorothy pushed back ber chair, and rang for tho girl to clear away the breakfast things. "Shall I tell von the rest of it? I ask ed, establishing myself In a huge easy

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wish,* she replied, benignant-

ly and actually smiled upon me, a nther stiff and uncomfortable smile, as if the machinery needed oiling, bat nevertheless a smile. •»jt was such a startling dream, yon know, and baa left such tmpmirion npon my mind that I feel like I must telliVOT it wiH ^untmeaU daylong. Wben I

first

i«tood

saw it, the struige fifure

in the doorway, lighted from

above, and I couldn't just make it out. it appeared gigantic in stature, and was robed it white. When I looked the second time, however, it did not seem quite as tall. It was half-wav across my room, then—I don't know now it got there for I had covered my head, you remember—and it seemed to be a^ tall, thin woman in a long, scanty nightdress, with a white runted night-cap on her head, and holding a candle in one of those white china candlesticks—I suppose I dreamed of that because we were talking about them just before going to bed."

Aunt Dorothy smiled again. Really, it was quite alarming to see her do so at intervals.

Perhaps I have heard gfandmother describe the house, though I do not remember it," I went on, "anyhow, in my dream, the figure went across the room, and unlocked a door in the corner opposite the bed. I sprang out and stood Dehind it. The door seemed to be at the foot of a flight of stairs, which the figure ascended, I following. And curiously enough, Aunt Dorothy, I do not remember being afraid at all then, only very curious as to where I was going and why."

Dreams are notoriously nconsisten t, replied the old lady, frowning at the maneuvers of the maid-servant who was evidently anxious to busy herself iu that particular room until she had heard the dream.

I paused discreetly, for I did not wish to make Aunt Dorothv angry. When the girl, seeing herself detected, left the room, I resumed: "I suppose you have been up those steps, if there really is a flight behind that door, and know that they lead to the attic. Well, the figure treaded its way, through a perfect labyrinth of things, you really ought to nave that attic claaned once in a while, Aunt Dorothy, if it's in anything like the condition I saw in my dream it appeared to be very dusty, and there was an army of spiders, all disgustingly fat. The figure went on, however, apparently unconscious of all this, to a corner where the roof sloped down so low it was within a vard of the floor. The apparition shrank in height, j«st as a real figure might stoop, and carried its candle lower. In this corner was an old hair trunk, so old that most of the hair had fallen off there were some initials i:i brass nails on the lid—4J. W.,' I think, but I am not sure. The figure set its candle down on a rickety table near by, and opened the trunk. Such queer, old-fashioned things as there was in it! Brocades with huge roses and impossible foliage, satins streaked and faded in the folds, and enough antique finery generally to fit out a private theatrical company. All these were laid carefully aside, and, when the last had been taken out, nearly screamed, I was so astonished." "Too much fruit for tea," announced Aunt Dorothy, looking very black, "peaches always lie cola and heavy on the stomach." "The bottom of the trunk—so it seemed in mv dream—was quite covered with gold pielces. The figure took these out, counted them, replaced them all, put in the clothes again, olosed and locked the trunk, and turned toward me. Then for the flrst time I saw her face. I had been too much frightened at first, you know, and had been behind it ever since."

Aunt Dorothy said nothing, but looked at me with an icy dignity which I hope I may never be able or willing to imitate. "I saw it as plainly as I ever saw any one—allowing, of course, for the dimness of the candle-light—and it was Miss Dorothy Whitcomb." -1 closed with a flourish of trumpets, figuratively speaking, and looked triumphantly at her. Perhaps the expression which she assumed was Intended to petrifv me but I was afraid the intention had struck in, she looked so very stony. So I hastened to reassure her: "Atay be it is an ancestress whom you resemble, Aunt Dorothy, come back in a dream to reveal the place of her hoarded treasure. Let's go up to the attic and see if it's so, anyhow." "That will do," said my nightmare, freezingly, "your two sisters appeared to be idiots you area lunatic. \ou may repack your truuk and start home tonight."

So saying, she arose and went to the tall mahogany secretary, which was the depository of her valuable papers, unlocked it and took out the will prepared with such practiced dispatch twentyfour hours before. Laying it solemnly on the glowing coals, she ^watched it blaze ana blacken. "Well, Aunt Dorothy, of course I must go if you sajT so," I returned Innocently, "and I don't know but what I'd just as soon, if you object

so

strongly to dreams,

I rather enjoy them." She did not answer, even by a look, but, giving a parting glance at the fire, to assure herself that no portion of the will remained unconsumed, turned and stalked out of the room.

What did I do? I betook myself to the dimitv-curtained apartment, and got ready to go home# \Vhat else WM there t* be done?

Of course thev were glad to see me, for independently of everything else, they had the pleasure of seeing their predictions fulfilled. I soon cut their selflaudations short, however. 'I don't care if I was sent home in dis_.ace," I said, "I found out that the gho3t was only Aunt Dorothy walking fn her sleep, and bad the satisfaction of having the last word."

Six months later. Aunt Dorothy died. And what do you suppose she did with her monev? Houses, lands, notes, stocks, bonds, and ready cash, she left it every cent to Nan, the orphan asylum being totally ignored, with the three sisters of her heiress.

It was her last will and testament—her verv last but mv dream did not cost me so much as I had thought it would, for Nan divided with us all.

The man who believes talk is cheap never employed a lawyer.

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Sold by Cook Bel) &

Bucklen's Arnica Salve. UCB

The Best Salve In the world for Cots, Brulsea, Sores, Ulcers, Salt Rheum. Fever Sores, Tetter, Cnapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and all skin eruptions, and positively cures Files* or no pay required. It is guaranteed to fiva perfect satisfaction, or money refunded. S5e» per box. For sale by Cook & Bell. (tf.)

"A Child's Skin

Ears and Scalp Covered with Eczematous Scab9 and Sores Cured] by Cuticura.

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little son, aged eight years, has been afflicted with Keiemaof the scaly, and at times a nreut portion of the body, ever since ho was two years old. It began In his ear, and extended to his scalp, which became covered with scabs and sores, and from which a stlckv fluid poured out, causing intense itching and distress, aud leaving his hair matted and lifeless. Underneath these scabs the skin was raw, like a piece of beefsteak. Gradually the hair came out and was destroyed, until but a small patch was left at the back of the head. My friends in Peabody knows how my little boy has sutTered. At night he would scratch his head uull his pillow was covered with blood. I used to tie his hands behind, and In many ways trlod to prevent his scratching but It. was no use. he would scratch. I took him to the hospital and to the best physicians in Peabody without success. About this time, some friends, who had been cured by tho Cuticura Remedies, prevailed on the 15tli ot January last. In seven months every particle of the dlseaso was removed. Not spot or scab remains on his scalp to tell the story of his sufl'erlng. His lmir has returned and is thick and strong and his scaly Is as sweet and clean as any child's In the world. I cannot say enough to express my gratitude for this wonderful cure by the Cuticura Remedies, and wish all similarly afflicted to know that my statement la trui .nd without

McKAY,

Oct, 6,1885. Peabody, Mass. I have seen Mr. McKay's boy when badly aflfected with the Eczema. Ho was a pitiful to look at. I know that he has tried our best phylsclans, and did all a father could do fora sutforlngchlld, but availed nothing. I know that the statements he lias made you us regards the curlug of Ills boy by your Cuticurai Remedies are true iu every particular,

WILLIAM J.

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MCCARTHY,

V't«, 83 Foster St, Peabody Mass.

I do not know of any lnstanco in which the Cuticura Remedies have failed to produoo satisfactory results. I believe I have sold

of them than of any other skin remedies I have ever handled during the thirtythree years of my experience as a druggist.

A. D. lit YON, llntavln.N. Y.

Cuticura Remedies are sold everywhere. Price, Cuticura, 50 cents Resolvent, 81.00 Soap, 25 cents. Prepared by the Potter Drug and Chemical Co., Boston, Mass. Send lor "How to Cure Skin Diseases." DIMPLES, Blackheads, Skin Blemishes, and rlB Baby Humors, use Cutlcuru Soap.

Word About Catarrh.

"It Is the mucous membrane, that wonderful semi-fluid envelope surrounding tho dollcate tissues of the air and food passages, that Catarrh mokes its stronghold. Onco estabtabllshed, It oats Into th§ very vitals, and renders life but a long-drawn breath of mis­

ery

and disease, dulling the sense of hearing, trammelling, the power of speech, destroying the faculty of smell, tainting the breath, and killing the refined pleasures of tnste. Incldlonsly, by creeping on from a simple cold In the lieud, It assaults the membranous lining and envelops the bones, eating through the delicate coats and causing Influiiimittlon. sloughing and death. Nothing short of total eradication will secure health to tho patient, and ull allevlattvos are simple procrastinated sullerlngs, leading to a fatal termination. Han ford's Radical Cure, by Inhalation and tar Internal administration, has never failed even when the dlseaso has made frightful Inroads on delicatu constitutions, hearing, smell and taste have Itren recovered, and the disease thoroughly driven out."

Sanford's Radical Cure meets every phase of Catarrh, from simple head cold to the most loathsome and destructive stages. It la local and constitutional, instant in relieving, permanent lii curlug, safe, economical, and never-falling

Each package contains one bottle of the Radical Cure, one box Catarrhal Solvent, and an Improved Inhaler, with treatise price, IL

Potter Drug A Chemical Co., Boston.

HOW IT ACIIES.

Worn out with pain, but still compelled by stern necessity to stand up to the work before us and lxar the pain. Relief In one minute In aCutlcurii Anti-Pain Plaster for thcachlng sides nnd back, the weak and painful

muscles, the sore chest and hacking eoUKh, and every pain and ache of dally toll. Elegant, new, original, speedy and Infallible. At

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"By a thorough knowledge of the natural law* which govern the operations of direction and nutrition, and bva careful application of the fine properties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr. Epps has provided oar breakfast! tables with a delicately flavored beverage* which may save as many heavy doctors' blllK- It \mff the judicious use of such article* of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough resist every tendency to disease. Hundred" of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to attack wherever there a weak point. We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with pure blood and a property nourished frame."—{Civil Serviea,

Made simply with boiling water or milk Sold only in half pound tins by grocers, labeted thus: JAM Kit EPF# CO-

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