Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 18, Number 34, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 February 1888 — Page 2

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

SHALL I LOOK BACK

from some dim' "bright cf being, ODdescried, ShAll I l.K)k I and trace the weary way

By which my 'ft are journeying to-day— The toilsome path that climbs the mountain side Or leads into th- rallcy, sun denied.

When*, thro'i the darkness, hapless wanderers stray, Unblessed, uncheeretL ungladdened by a ray Of certitude their errant steps to guide! Shall I look back, and seethe great things small—

TlJe toilsome path God's training for my feet, The pains that never had been worth my tears* Will some great light of rapture, bathing all.

Make bygone woe seem joy past bitter, sweetShall I look bock and wonder at my fears? —Louise Chandler Moulton in Youth's Companion.

From "Woman."

Detecting a Wife.

JULIAS: HAWTHOBWE.

At twenty minutes past two, Richard Balderston, flitting in his inner office, heard the door of the clerk's room open, and a voice inquire: "Is Mr. Balderston in?" The clerk mumbled «om«thingin reply, and a moment later appeared with a card, which he handed to his chief. "Ask Mr. Turbot to step in," said the latter at once.

A man of thirty, of fashionable aspect, good-looki ng, grave, and well-mannered, entered and removed bis silk hat with his gloved hand, and glanced at Balderston with a kind of courteous indifference. Fie looked like a club man who had soen the world and become bored by it. He was well dressed, well shaved, well-appointed in overy way his gray eyes were lazy but unfathomable. They seemed made to see into others, but to allow

one to see into them. His voice,

as he said, "I believe you asked to see me?" was languid and gentle. "You are from the detective office? returned Balderston, who felt slightly embarrassed.

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you 866. What can I do for you? He seated himself as he spoke, and reWarded the other with an air of meditafcivo toleranco, though the broker must have been five years his senior, and was well known on the street as a wealthy and prosperous man, of good family. "You see the situation te this, I am obliged by my business to be away from home from nine o'clock till four. I work hard, and am not over-fond of society. My wife, on the other band, has nothing but society to attend to. She has French blood in bor— that may have something to do with it. She is young and pretty and vivacious and all that. She has her social engagements, and keeps them, so far as appears." "You mean, she pretends to keep them, and does not?" "Well, I have that reason to suspect something of the kind." "What reason?" "For instance, the other night, after dinner, she went out. ostensibly to a reception at Mrs. Huntley Murray's. Her cousins, the Leseurs, were to bring her homo. After she was gone, I took it into my head to drop into the Comique. It isn't the sort of place I'd care to taite my wife to. But as I was coming out with the audience, I saw her in the crowd ahead, loaning on the arm of a man who was a stranger tome, and who looked like a gamolor. I tried to get up to them, but they were out first, and got Into a hack and diove off. I went home and waited. At one o'clook Mrs. Balderston came in. I asked her how she enjoyed the reception. She described it to me, and the people she met. 8he maintained the deception perfectly. I concluded to say nothing until I had something unanswerable to go upon."

The detective stroked his moustache and mused for a while. "You say you were behind her coming out. Then she must have had her back to you. How can you be certain it was who?" "Oh, I recognized her by her shawl. It was a valuable lace shawl that I had bought for her the week before. There's not another like it in town. Besides, I should know her anywhere by her shoulders and carriage. And that isn't the only time. I have been told by friends of mine that they had seen her at places where I knew she was not to have been. I could wish, at least, she would be more careful." "You and she live alone no one else in the house?" "Only the servants, and her maid who is as much of a companion as a servant." "Ah! Have you ever thought of Bounding the maid—buying her up?"

Balderstou shook his head. "1 here's nothing to be got there. The girl is very innocent and knows nothing. Mrs. Balderston never takes her out with her. That would be no use?" "Now, we may as well speak plain. What do you want? A divorce?"

The broker winced. "Not if I can avoid it. I care for my wife. I don't believe she's bad. I nope not! She would not be so recklessly imprudent if she were. If I can bring hor up sharp, make her realise what sne is about, appeal to her strongly, I think I can win her back. I'd make the attempt, anyhow. But this must be stopped!"

And you want me to watch her, take her In a compromising situation, and bring her to you? That is the commia* sion, as I understand it? Very well. Then the sooner we begin the better. What are her ostensible plans for today?" "She was going out to make calls at half past three. At five o'clock she is to be at Mrs. Murray's, at afternoon tea. iShe dines en famUlt with her cousin at half past six, aud thev were to attend the performance at th® 'Star* later."

The deteotlve took out his watch. "Three clock now. If you wish, weil «taH once. I must see Mrs. Balder-

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to begin with. Then I'll do what 0Ml I "Wo shall hardly get home before she Wves," replied the broker, "but well Aake the chance. Oomo alangl"

Th© Balderstons lived in a southwest Corner house on Madison avenue. As he broker and the detect!ye came up the lock the door of the house opened, and .. i-dv came out. She had a parasol in ier hand, which she held in their direction. She ran lightly down the steps. !j, mod the comer of the street above, and Sas ought of sight. Jf "Thai is my wife," said Balderston. j? "Good!" exclaimed the detective. OvrnW. so to your club, and stay them *11 vou receive word from me. I shall mortbefore midnight and quickening is pace, he also turned the corner and (•appeared. Balderston, with a sigh, *ced about, and ten minutes laterwaa is, the club reading-room, buried in a fftwspaper which he was not reading.

It was eleven o'clock when Balderston Jho had by that time passed through larly every phase of suspenses *n*»«.v.

club who had bullied the waiters, cursed the cook, chewed up the cigars without smoking them, and given himself a headache with brandy and soda, was timidly approached by the hall-boy, with a card on a salver. He snatched the card with a kind of famished growl and instantly bolted out of the smokingroom, and encountered Mr. Turbot, calm penetrating and indifferent as ever, in the hall. "Get your hat and come with me," said the detective, quietly. "We have

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all the evidence you will need. But eep cool." The broker got his hat, which, in his agitation, he put on wrong side before, and accompanied the detective into the street.

well, how was it?" he demand

ed, stammering in his eagerness. "Well, it is not very agreeable" the other replied, as they walked along "though I rm bound to say it might have been worse. Do you wish me to tell you exactly what happened?" "Yes. yes, go on!" said Balderston, trembling uncontrollably. "Well, after leaving you I followed your wife down the street to Fifth avenue, then up for two or three blocks to Fortieth street. Then she crossed over and entered the park behind the reservior. On one of the benches near the Sixth avenue side was sittiug a man. a tall, well-dressed fellow, with a black moustache ." "I know!" broke in Balderston, with a groan. "The same fellow! Were "He got up when he saw her, and when she came near enough, he took her hand and bent down and kissed her—" "Good God!" faltered Balderston, faintly. "Are you certain of that?" "I own it surprised me a little for a woman so well known as your wife must bo, and in so public a place, it was imprudent." "Imprudent! But, goon!" "They sat down together on the bench and remained there for a full half hour. He seemed to be urging something upon her, and she hesitating and temporizing." "Hesitating! And he had kissed her!" He struggled hard to command himself for a moment, and then said: "I can't stand dragging it out this-way, eut it short." "With pleasure. They went into a restaurant on Sixth avenue. They sat side by side, instead of opposite each other.' A bottle of champagne was ordered, your wire drank four glasses. They—well, tho truth Is, they became pretty contidontlal. At last they got up and went out, and walked slowly down the avenne, arm-in-arm. They were both talking with a good deal of vivacity I saw her snake her head occasionally. They kept on to Ninth street there they crossed over to the Bowery. They went into one of the variety theaters there, but did not stay long. On coming out, they took a surface car up-town. A few blocks above Union square they got out aud walked down a street. They stopped at the door of a place—I know it very well—It purports to be an Italian restaurant. A certain class of people go there for supper." "Well? said Balderston between his teeth, as the other paused,

Well, she's there now.'' "There now! In that place with that fellow! Where "Keep cool, Mr. Balderston," said the detective, composedly. "There's no further harm done yet. You will go quietly in with tne and tell her to come home, that's all we shall be there in a moment. It's that house with a hack standing in front of it—and a lady just coming down the steps. By the way, it is your wife!"

Balderston stopped short In his tracks —he was barely thirty paces off—and glared at her. She wore the lace shawl that he had so lately presented to her. Her tall companion with the black moustache followed her down the steps and handed her Into hack as ho did so their lips met. A spasm passed through Balderston'* framo. The hack drove on. The man with the moustache reascended the steps and disappeared through the doorway. "Wake up, man!" exclaimed the detective, grasping Balderston by the arm and pulling him forward. "Wo must not lose sight of that carriage!" And he broke into a run, Balderston staggering after him, with his brain on tire. The hack turned into Lexington avenue, they after it. By good fortune they herw met an empty hack, which the detective hailed and gave the directions to keep the other vehicle in sight. They seated themselves and were rattled along, Balderston breathless and pale, his hands and teeth tightly cienched. "Now, mind you do nothing rash," said the detective, aftera moment. "The woman can be saved yet, if you take her in the proper way. She is evidently going home," he added, as they turned down towards Madison avenue "talk to her quietly at first, give her time to show her hand. If you put her on her defense too soon you'll lose a point. If she lies to you—as of course she will—then make your charge firmly and ooolly, and I will back you up. Sne will not hold out long, and then you will have everything your own way. Hold on, driver!" he called out of the window

Balderston opened the door with his latch-key, ana they entered quietly. They went up stairs at once, their feet scarcely sounding on the soft carpet. There was a sitting room In the front of the house, and a library at the back. A lance showed that Mrs. Balderston was the library. She had certainly im-

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roved her time. In five minutes or allowed her, she had slipped out of her tight dress, thrown on an elegant neglige, got her feet into a coquettish pair of Turkish slippers, provided herself with a novel, and ensconced herself cosily on a sofa drawn up to the table, so that the light from the lamp fell over her shoulders. Leaving the detective temporarily in the shadow of the sitting room, Balderston was in the library before his wife was aware of him. At all events, she started as with surprise, and exclaimed: "Oh, Dick, you quite frightened mel Have you been at the duo?" "Yes, Did you and your cousins enjoy the Star theater?" "Oh. tolerably. But. bow pale you look, dear are yon ill?'1 "Not in the least. They brought you home in their carriage, I suppose?" "Of course. I have been back nearly an hour. I was half asleep. Sit down, won't you, Dick? I have Just Mot for Marie to bring me some tea. You shall take a cap with me, will you not? I'm sureyou need it."

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may have seen Mr. Turbot before?" he added, eyeing her intently. Her face expressed only a courteous though slightly surprised welcome. She rose and inclined her head gracefully. "This is the first time I have had the

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here." As they alighted on the sidewalk, they saw the other hack just driving away irom the door of Balderston house, half a block further on, and a moment later the door of the house was heard to close. "She has got in," remarked the detective1 "and Imagines herself safe. You can introduce me as a friend of yours, and then lead*the conversation up to the point. Remember that the more agitation you betray, the greater will be her advantage over you."

yon. Before we take tea to

gether, let me introduce to you a friend of mine, Mr. Turbot." Hers he turned back to the sitting room and drew in the detective, who acted as if much embarrassed, and said something to Balderston in a hurried undertone, to which the broker paid no attention. "Powibiyyou

He will excuse my costume,

hope. did not know "My dear sir," interposed the detective hastily, turning to Balderston. "I wish to say to you "One moment, if you please," the other broke in, his voice rising. "I ueed no advice. Clara—Mrs. Balderston— answer me this Did you meet anyone in the park behind the reservoir this afternoon?" A look of perplexity came into her sace he hurried on angrily and excitedly, shaking off the warning band that the detective laid on his arm. "Will you deny that you dined with that fellow in a Sixth avenue oyster dive? That vou went with him to a Bowery concert saloon? That you afterwards followed him to a low resort on "Richard," said Mrs. Balderston, rising and regarding him with a sad and indignant glance, "I am afraid you are not yourself. Mr.—, your friend, will excuse me if I ask leave to retire I am not accustomed—it is late—I—''

At this moment the door opened, and Mrs. Balderston's maid, Mane, entered with the tea tray. As the detective's eye fell upon her, he started and then a light of comprehension broke over his countenance. "I see it all now!" he exclaimed. '4That is the person you pointed out to me this afternoon. She has been borrowing (her mistress's shawls without leave. She has something the same figure, too! You have made a fool of both of us, sir!"

Balderston uttered a guttural exclamation, tottered back, and dropped into an arm-chair that was luckily in the way to receive him.

Marie gazed for a moment at the detective, turned white, let fall the tea tray, turned and'fled.

What does all this mean?" demanded Mrs. Balderston, in amazement. It was an awkward moment.

Capture of Amelia.

One evening last winter, as I was impatiently walking up and down tlio platform at a Paris rairoad station, waiting for the 7:30 express train, I received .« tremendous thump on the back. I turned around, and lo and behold! it was my friend Jacques. "Where arc you going?" he asked. "To Nice." "I am going to Nice, too." "That is first rate. We will travel together."

The train had in the meantime arrived, and as we went to take our places in the coupe, we passed the postal car. "I shouldn't like to be employed in one of those postal cars with all those dirty letter bags. They have to stand up all the time, too. I should think they would be tired out," I remarked.

4Yes,

it is not agreeable to travel in

one of those cars. I traveled 200 miles in one of them once, and I don't think I ever suffered as much in my life." "How did that happen?" "It's aright funny story. Let us get our places, and then I'll tell you all about it."

We got into the coupe, and Jacques told the following yarn, which I think is worth repeating: "At the time to which I refer," said Jacques, "I was acquainted with a certain blonde countess. You knew her, because several times I caught you trying to flirt with her. She was living atthat time at her villa near Var. HeriufSb 14 Amt»Hn_ We used to write to each other daily. I wrote to keep her thoroughly informed of the fact that I loved her madly. She wrote to me because life is very tedious out in the country, and she had to do something to kill time. Her letters were rather cold, and I was much afraid that she was not going to make much of an effort to reciprocate my affections. Just at this crisis I was carrying on a correspondence of pretty much the same character with another lady whose name was not Amelia, but Louisa, and who was living in Normandy." ... "A nice man you are." "It is the prerogative of hmbcenee to project the initiatory bowlder," responded Jacques, lighting a cigarette.

suppose you mean to quote that 'he who is without sin among you should cast the first stone.'" "Just so," resumed Jacques. "Mis3 Louisa, this Normandy correspondent of mine, was no countess. Neither was she a blonde. We had reached that point in our correspondence when she felt it incumbent on her to inform me almost every day that she loved me for myself alone. I replied very coolly and Indifferently, for I was desirous of giving her no encouragement whatever. I was trying to give Louisa what is known as the cold shake, but I wanted to do it genteelly, as a gentleman should." "I presume the countess is the one that had the most money," I remarked cynically.

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area good guesser. The countess

was very wealthy and Louisa was not. Poor Louisa! I did hate to go back on her. It was not her fault, nor mine either for that matter, that she was impecunious. There was something about her looks that reminded me of the countess," and Jacques sighed heavily. "What has all this got to do with the postal car?" "You shall hour. Both of these correspondents of mine had the mania to send me orders to fill. Hardly a day passed that I did not have to buy something and mail it to them. I was at Paris, you know, and they were in the country. I was eternally hunting up samples of dress goods and sending them by mail. "Well, one morning I got two letters. One full of love and devotion from Louisa. She also wanted me to pick out a sample of merino and send it to her. The other letter was from the countess. It was a very gossipy sort of a document, but there was nothing gushing about it. She also desired me to pick out some samples of and mail them to hor. Louisa was merino and the countess was silk with a big 8. That was the difference between them. "I immediately sat down and composed two love letters—one of them, however, without much love in it. The other letrer—the one to the Countess Amelia— was running over with affection and hints at suicide. The one to Louisa was philosophical and DOD-committal very much so, indeed. As I had something to attend to, I hurried to a dry goods store, selected the patterns, and put them with the letters in the envelopes, and pot them in my pocket. Just at this moment, who should I see driving past la his buggy but my friend Maxime. He called to me to gat in. I did so, and just as we were passing the postoffice it oocurrsd to me post the Setters." "Y«a» I begin to tmdststaad." **I got out, bought two stamps, steak om at tiMp t)MJrttsc lo tfei

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shoved it through the hole, and was about to do the same for Louisa's epistle, whes I felt faint. I gasped for air. I had addressed my letter to Louisa to the countess at Var and posted it. In my hand was "the letter to the countess with the samples of silk, addressed to Louisa in Normandy." 1 "You were In aTBx." "Never was in so hideous a fix in all my life. Unless I regained that letter it was all up with the beautiful cf antess, who as I told you, was as rich as she was pretty." "Yes, you told me sM was quite wealthy." "Not only that, but I wa3 really desperately in love with her besides. I went right into the postofficc antl asked the clerk to hand me out the letter. The clerk began to cross-examine ine, and intimated that I was a candidate for the penitentiary. As my answers did not suit him, he refused to hand out the letter. I remembered that I had a friend who was a high official in the postoffice department. I jumped into a hack and was driven to his office. He was not in. Then I went to his residence. I found him, explained matters, and armed with an official document drove back to the postoffce The mail was already made up and on board the postal car. I jumped aboard just as the train moved off. The postal officers in the car, under the impression that I was trying to rob, hurled me to the floor, and while one kneeled on my breast the ^others choked me and searched me for arms. As soon as I got a chance to speak I showed my document and explained. Profnse apologies were offered and accepted. However, my collar was torn off and my clothes suffered in the scuffle." "Did they give you your letter?" "The car was packed up to the roof with sacks of mail matter. The official said:

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dear sir, from four or five hun

dred thousand letters you can't expect us to pick out yours. Besides, we are forbidden under any circumstances to deliver any mail en route.'" "What did you do?" •''"s "There was nothing for me to do except to grin and bear it. I took a seat on the mail bags in order to rest myself, and think the sacks were not as comfortable as a pillow. They seemed to be full of hard and irregular shaped articles mixed up with letters. I wondered if it was possible that I was sitting on the identical bag that contained my affectionate letter to the countess. Perhaps there was nothing between me and that accursed document except an eighth of an inch of leather, and I whistled quietly,

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so near and yet so far.' "I should think, Jacques, that your conscience would have troubled you:"

,JNo,

my conscience did not trouble me,

but my stomach made me wish that I were dead. There is no doubt that I suffered internally. I am very sensitive about smells, and the car was full of them. There was evidently something rotten in Denmark, as far as the postoffice department is concerned. The worst smell was that damp leather. Judging by the smells in the car, the people of France were in the habit of sending Limburger cheese, sausage seasoned with garlic and the like, through the mails. It wa§ very warm, damp weather. The motion Of the cars made things worse inside of me. In order to be more comfortable the clerks removed their shoes. At last the crisis came on. I needed fresh air. My bosom heaved convulsively^ How I wished I had not eaten that hearty breakfast. 'Oh, Amelia, Amelia!' I groaned, 'how little do you know how my bosom heaves for theer How little dost thou dream what sacrifices I make on account of my love for thee!' "You must have enjoyed yourself very much on the excursion." "That was only the beginning of my Bufferings," resumed Jacques. "After the spasms and convulsions in my breast had subsided, owing to the vile smells and the racket I could not get a wink of sleep until about 3 o'clock in the morning. The clerks kept distributing mail all night, and do you believe it, when they came across that letter they woke mo up to show it to me, but refused to give it to me. I could have murdered them." "Did you get it at last?" "To cut things short, when we got to Lyons the postmaster was very polite, but he said he could not let me have the letter because the order was not countersigned by the postmaster general. I kept right along with that letter, undergoing all manner of exposures and hardships, until it got to Var, which is a very small country town. I had to ride to that place on a wagon without any springs, alongside of the driver, the letter bag containing that infernal document I bad written to Louisa and addressed to the Countess Amelia being under the seat. I could not bribe the mail carrier, as I had only about twenty francs in my pocket. I intended to make a final appeal to the postmaster at Var, aud, if successful, return at once to Paris. The more I thought of this plan the more I became convinced It would not work. Var was only a few miles from the villa of the countess. You know what gossips these country people are. In a few days at most the countess would hear that a strange gentleman from Paris, without any baggage except a gold headed cane, had arrived at Yar and had obtained from the postmaster a letter addressed to her. From the description she would know who it was. That would never do. I learned that half an hour after the mail arrived at Var, a letter carrier set out on foot with the mail for tho villa of the countess and the immediate vicinity. I determined to get my letter from the carrier by hook or crook. "That was a nice way to get to the penitentiary." "I knew that well enough, but rather than have Amelia read the letter to Louisa 1 was willing to take any risks. On our arrival at Var the bag containing my letter waaturned over to the postmaster. I went to the local tavern and got a square meat I saw the letter carrier start out on the road to Amelia's villa. I joined him, and we soon became quite familiar. He was a dull, stupid

peasant.

I had a

flask with me, and, after taking a small drink myself, he took a healthy pull at it. I encouraged him in his debauchery, and in through a village I set 'em up again. After two more pulls at the flask he was beautifully drunk, and staggered helplessly. Coming to a gully, I tripped him up. He fell like a log. A moment more and, under the pretext of helping him up, I had opened the bag and seccffled that long sought letter and shoved it into my pocket. I heard a noise, and looking up I saw a dog cart. There was a lady driving. I felt myself turning pale all over, for the lady waa none other than the Countess Amelia herself. She recognised me, but at first she was too astonished to Bpesk. I thought to myself: "Old boy, if foahavegotany presence of mind, now is four time to show it.' *Oraat GodP screamed Amelia, "what has happened* How do you come to be ia thjp condition, Jacgoasf*

'Amelia, do you oeiieve in omens?' Night before last, while I was writing to jva, 1 heard you call my name threa times.*

Asl said this tears ran down my cheeks^ far 1 had caught a fearful cold, and pulling out my handkerchief to wipe my eyes, out dropped that accursed letter. I grabbed it and again shoved it into my pocket. "'You heard me call your namey JaequfsP asked Amelia, her eyes as largo as saucers, with amazement. "4Yes, Amelia, and I left oni the next train, just dressed as I was,. to come to you. I thought it was one of those mysterious warnings that notify people of tho death of loved ones, and, Amelia, oh, how I love you!' and here I dropped down ia the mud on my knees. The- rest of tho story is short." continued Jacques. "Amelia's eyes filled with tears at this, proof of my devotion, andi, although looked like a tramp, she asked me to get in the dog cart with her. I did so, and before we got to the villa she had consented to become my wife. That, my friend, is the story of our marriage. I have since told my wife all about it, and she laughod until I thought she would have hysterics. I really thought I should have to send for a doctor."—Translated from the German by Alex. E. Sweet.

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Hood's 8arsaparilla

gold br all druggists, ft six for |S. Mads only by (X HOOD OCX, Lowell, Mass. IOO DOSES ONE DOLLAR.

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Is Consumption Incurable.

Read tho following: Mr. C. H. Morris, Newark, Ark., says:

44Was

down with

Abscess of Langs, and friends and physicians pronounced me an Inourable Consaasptive. Began taking Dr. King's Now Discovery for Consumption, am now oo my third bottle, and able to oversee*the work on my farm. It is the finest medicine ever made."

Jesse Middle, Decatur, Ohio: "Had it not been for Dr. King's New Discovery for Consumption I would have died from Luug Troubles. Was given up by doctors. Am now in best of health. Try it. Sample bottles free at Carl Krietensties's Drug Store, s. w. corner 4th and Ohiostreets. a 5'w

£lectric Bitters.

This' remedy is becoming so well known and so popular as to need no special mention. All who have used Electric Bitters sing the same song of praise,—A purer medicine does not exist and it is guaranteed to do all that is claimed. Electric Bitters will cure all diseases of tbe Liver and Kidneys, will removePimples, Boils, Salt Rheum and otheraffections caused by impure blood. Willi drive Malaria from the system as welli as cure all Malarial fevers. For cure o£ Headache, Constipation and Indigestion try Electric Bitters. Entire satisfaction, guaranteed or money refunded. Price50 cts. and $1.00 per bottle at Carl Krietenstein, s. w. corner 4th and Ohio streets* (5):-,.

Bucklen's Arnica Salve. '1

The Best Salve in the world for Cuts, Bruises, Sores, Ulcers, Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Tetter, Chapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns,

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Pearl St., New York.

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all skin eruptions, and positively cures Piles, or no pay required. It is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction, or money refunded. 25c.

er For sale by Carl Krletenstelnv S. W» 4tli Ohio.

'Consumption Surely Cured,

To the Editor Please inform your readers that 1 have a positive remedy for the above named disease. By Its timely use thousands of hopeless casses have been permanently cured. I shall be glad to send two bottles of my remedy FRKX to any of your readers who have consumption if they will send me their Express and P. O. address. Hesnectfully. T. A. 8L0CUM,

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Epps's Cocoa?

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"By a thorough knowledge of the natural laws which govern the operations of diice*tion and nutrition, and by a careful application of the One properties of well-solected Cocoa, Mr.!Epps has provided our broakfsM tables wltn a delicately flavored levern*e which may save us many heavy doctors' bills. It la by the Judicious use of such articles of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to resist every tendency to disease. Hundreds of sub tie maladies are floating around us ready to attack wherever there is a weak point. We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ounelves well fortified with pure blood and a properly nourished frame."—[Civil Hervloe Gazette.

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