Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 18, Number 35, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 18 February 1888 — Page 2

THEBAIC

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

THE DEAD.

OnlyCo*

Such

oftce more the "vanished band,"

Only m.eo more the sflenced voice to hear, Only to know the hovering shade Is near! Though the blank veil, no man can understand, Falls between us. and the mysterious land

Where they are dwelling whom we hold so dear Our granted player would crush the doubt, the fear, That twines in sorrow's cord the bitterest strand 60, from the vigil of the sheeted Dead, 80, from the grave with all Its tended floweis The wailing from the hearts uncomforted.

Goes up to heaven through all life's lonely hours As soft as dew the answer from above: "For the© I lived, I died, whose name is Love.' —All the Year Round.

Jack Burns, Blacksmith.

BY MLI.IK DEVKRECJE IILAKE.

He was only Jack Bums, the village blacksmith, and she was Miss Maud Maitland, the daughter of a millionaire. But ho was young, and she was beautiful, and for all the wide distance that fate had placed between them, he loved her. Foolish, absurd, mad his passion might be, but he said to himself that this was a free country and a republic, where all people were equal and hope whtsperea faint, far-off possibilities of a realization of the dream.

Nearly every day she came into the village on some business or because her path lay that way possibly because she loved the excitement and admiration that her presence always caused, for Maud was a belle and a coquette as well as a beauty. Sometimes she drove her basket-wagon, but oftener she was on horseback, an erect, graceful figure, sitting her well-bred mare fearlessly.

At first, as she galloped past with Her

ger—asat

room her heels, Jack only stared at all the village stared at her, from curiosity. But one day when it was warm and she was walking her horse, she glanced into the blacksmith shop and saw Jack drop his hammer and •come quickly to the door as he caught «ight of her.

She knew that he had come to look at hor, and she looked at him. He was broad-shouldered, well-built, with intense black eyes and strong white teeth, that Hashed a little now as his lips parted in an unconscious smile of pleasure. Maud's brilliant regard mot his eager gaze with a deliberate half-second \of lingering. Only a glance! An affair of an instant, but in that instant they were woman and man, with no distance of rank between them. Only two young •creatures, each vividly conscious of the other's personality. Then a doeper color flushed Maud's cheek she touched her horse lightly with the whip, and rode briskly away.

She never turned her head, but Jack watched her till she was out of sight, going into the street to hold the last glimpse of hor retreating figure.

After that it grew to be the passion of his life to watch for her. and th9 days sho did not pass were black and lost days to him. Perhaps it was worse even than not to see her, when sho robe by with some young man in attendance, and this happened very often, though Jack rejoiced to see that it was not the samo young man, but now one at^d now another who accompanied her. There was no favorite companion, apparently, but the lady's caprice wandered among a score of admirers.

He watched and longed for another look, but there was never a second like that first. Maud often glanced toward him: he had a conscioufines that she always knew he was watching hor, but she would not allow her ©yos to m©©t nia

^course, as in every village, the blacksmith's shop

was

,fBut

h*"roun»e

a lounging-place

for gossipers. Its wide doors were alwavs open, the cheerful glow of the forge within shone invitingly in the gloom of the early spring evenings for it was only May when Maud came back from Europe and Jack first began to see her. He often worked for awhile at night: he was an expert at his trade, and orders came to him for any odd or curious iron-work that the caprice of the wealthy residents in the neighborhood suggested. He knew he was doing well, he was confident that he should succeed as a blacksmith. But that was so poor a success, after all! There must be something accomplished far beyond this to bridge the gulf between him and Maud.

He was in his shop one evening, finishing the job of

repairing

a hay-rake,

when there was a stumbling step at the door, and a young man about his own ase came in. As he advanced so that the Uuht of the forge fell upon him, Jack saw that it was Harry Scott, an engineer on the railroad which ran through the village. Ho also saw that Scott was somewhat the worse for liquor. "Hello, Burns!" he said, in a voice that was thick of utterance. "Thought I'd find you at work. What a fellow you are for work, any way!' "I'm pretty busy just now, replied Jack.

how is it you're not run

ning your train to-night?" "Did not dare, Jaelcreplied Scott, with a solemn wink "know I had too much whisky aboard got Brown to change oft with u»e." "What a fool you are, Scott," exclaimed Jack, impatiently. "How can you drink when ^ou know how dangerous

**"Know I'm a fool," admitted Scott, without any anger. ''Wish I had more sense about it, but some of the boys got after me, and I couldn't refuse." Then

anybody's life with my muddlen head." wvmj ,, Right von were there, any way," replied Jacic. "But if you don't look out,

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»U be losing yoe place some fine

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know it. Jack," said Scott ruefully. "Tell you what, Bums, wish I had you on the train with me you're such a steady fellow!"

Jack looked at his companion thought fnllv laving down his hammer for a moLnU -V you think I should get on any faster In that Hue than here?

you would," replied Scott de

cidedly. "If you once learn how to run an engine you'd go ahead f»»u Perhaps you'd get to be rosd-master after awhile, WwTimch a smart fellow why they say tnore'n one of them rich rillrow kings began as engineers."

Jack ttwnitined thoughtful for a tew seconds longer then hammer ajgaio, J* sparks fly from the rake-tooth he was straightening tuto shape, he

A blacksmith m*y get ahead too. There was a wonderful man once *bo

just as I do, When he was my ag«."

WsitSsi

Bnt Scott's words lingered in Jack's mind. If he were o*i a railroad would it help to bring him any nearer to Maud? This was the dominant thought of his life rising with him in the morning, filling bis waking hours: setting itself in a joyous song to the ringing music of his anvil, and weaving into his dreams a thousand rosy colors of love and hope.

Everything belonging to her grew sacred in his eyes. Often at evening he would stroll by the gates of the park, within which stood her home. He could not venture inside those stately portals the humble blacksmith has no ri$ht to call on her but as he looked wistfally across the iron barrier of the gate, it seemed to him as if the path were different from all other paths, bo cause her feet had trodden it, mid every tree and blade of grass was transfigured to a peculiar beauty because chey were hers.

Sometimes on Sunday be climbed to a distant hill from which her house was visible. As he looked afar off with yearning eyes at the casket that held Ibis jewel, the substantial mansion seemed fairly to glow and shine in the radiance diffused from her presence within its walls.

Occasionally he seemed to come nearer to her when her pretty mare Fanny was brought to him to be shod. He performed this service tenderly and lovingly, lingering over his work, because so he might retain beside him this creature that had so often felt her touch. He would lay his band relentlessly on the glossy neck which he knew that Maud had caressed, and once when the groom had gone away on an errand,' leaving him alone in the shop, in a paroxysm of love he kissed softly first the mare's forehead, and then the flank, where Maud's little foot had rested.

The weeks of summer slipped by, one by one. Jack saw the season advance, with reluctance, because every day brought nearer the time when Maud would go away, when she would leave her country home for some gayer scenes elsewhere and he did not dare to think what life would be if he could see her no more.

There came an afternoon when it had been raining in the morning, but had cleared'off, with a pleasant coolness in the air. Jack had watched the storm with apprehension knew that if it continued Maud would not ride out, and he h«d grown to measure every day and all the hours of every day by the probabilities of seeing her.

He glanced up joyously as the sun broke through the clouds and a ray of light came into the one window of his shop, which looked westward. As the gleam struck across the black earth at bis feet, he left his work and walked to the door to see if it was really clearing.

Yes, the clouds were rolling away in great white masses a pleasant breeze was swaying the boughs of the elm trees, on the grass the raindrops were shining like scattered opals, and the air was full of the cool scent of refreshed vegetation.

While he was yet gazing at these signs of pleasant weather, Jack's heart suddenly leaped in his bosom, for under the trees, a little way off, Maud was riding towards him. This time she was certainly looking directly at him she said something to the groom behind her, and pointed with her riding-whip towards the .shop and then, while Jack still stood as one spell-bound, she rode to his side and paused. With a slight graceful bend of the head she said: "Good morning, Mr. Burns. Fanny has a loose shoe will you be kJnd enough to look at it?" "Certainly, Miss Maitland, Jack managed to answer "will you ride inside?"

A sudden pallor and then a deep flush swept over his face as he spoke. Maud's own color deepened as she met his eyes, and she mbst have noticed his emotion, for she looked away as she said: "Perhaps you had better see if anything is the matter first. It is this foot I am afraid of. Fanny lias stumbled twice, though she is generally surefooted."

Maud lightly touched with the point of her riding-whip the left fore-log, and Jack stepped forward and lifted the mare's foot. As he did so it brought him so near Maud that a fold of her riding skirt touched his shoulder, and he even felt the soft warmth of her body. A wave of intoxicating emotion swept over him. He was glad that his head was bent down, and that he could fumble for a moment with the shoe, so as to have time to recover himself.

There is a nail out," he said as he dropped the foot and straightened himself: This time his eyes were full of audacious emotion, and Maud met it with the shield of a smile. "Then I was right," she said "I told Robert something must be the matter. Will it take long for you to repair it?" "Only a moment," replied Jack. He had smiled responsively, and was looking at his very best. His dark blue flannel shirt showed to advantage his well-knit figure and broad chest the sleeves rolled up, displayed his strong muscular arms, which had a rugged symmetry of outline. His face aglow with tempestuous delight, was lit up by his dark, eloquent ana the white teeth which gleamed in his adoring smile.

Maua, coquette to her finger tips, a woman to whom conquest was easy, and yet who had never enough of admiration, found a certain agreeable homage even in this humble rustic's evident adoratiom.

I will get down while you mend the seed," she said. Jack stepped forward. He even had the boldness to hold out his hand, but Maud drew back coldly, and summoned the groom.

Robert will help me," she said and Jack looked on, dumbly jealous of even this square-built, freckle-faced English groom who for a second held in bis gloved hand the dainty gauntlet of his mistress.

As she sprang lightly to the ground, Maud said to the man: "You may go to the post bffice now, Robert I will wait here until you return. Mr. Burns will have finished ty that time," with an enenchanting smile to Jack. groom with wis woman, whom he adored as the devotee adores a saint, and it se to him as if the wildest of all his visions might some day have a realisation. As

True Thomas, who had only his honest heart to give her, so this radiant maiden might step from her sphere of luxury ana wealth because she read in his faithful eyes a love larger and grander than any other man could ever give her.

Despite such swift fancies, however Jack bad sufficient self-control to show outwardly only respectful deference. "I will bring a chair for you hereby the door," he said you will not caw to come inside." "Oh but I do, though" replied Maud "I have often wanted to go laid your Shop, and see what it looks like. When I ride by, the glow of the fire In the blackness has quite a fascinating effect: besides, the wind is a little cool, and I am warm with riding, I think I will be better inside."

So Jack led the mare in, and while he mended the sho* Maud moved curiously

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING- MAIL

strewed the ground: part of a mowingmachine that looked a curious misshapen monster—all these things seemed to poss«88 a quaint interest for her. As Jack bent over his task he furtively watched her stepping cautiously about, with her long habit flung gracefully over one arm, and drawn so that all her lovely form was plainly outlined, and he oould even catch a glimpse of a small booted foot.

Then, when in a moment he paused, and she knew that he bad finished the shoe, she came and stood beside him to look at the work. "Is it all done?" she ssked.

Yes Miss," and Jack quietly smoothed the side of the mare's arching neck. "What a curious place this is!" said Maud, glancing about. "The shop is quite old," said Jack "my father worked here before me."

The red glow of the forge sent a warm light over Maud's beautiful face, deepening the soft tints of her beautiful skin. Behind her, the amber sunshine fell on the rich auburn of her hair, and turned it to burnished yellow, while every twining curl that nad escaped from its confinement gleamed like a seperate coil of gold. Her deep, hazel eyes shone with a gentle, intense lustre. As Jack looked at her he was sure that she was the fairest creature that God had ever made. "Are you contented here?" she asked in a tone of kind interest. "Not entirely," replied Jack "I long and hope to be something better than this some day. I know, as does every American, how men in this country have risen, and sometimesl have my dreams."

He could not, for his very soul, help the ardent significance that shone in his eyes and trembled in his Stone. Maud turned away abruptly.

Robert should be here by this* time,'' she said, going toward the door. The groom was waiting outside, and at his mistress's summons he led the mare' to the block, and with a light spring Maud seated herself in the saddle.

All this time Jack stood in the door looking on helplessly with a passion of regret that was almost despair painted on his face. Maud did not seem to notice him, but after the groom had gone to his own horse, while arranging her skirts she dropped her riding whip. Jack sprang forward to pick it up, and she took it, for one brief second bis hand touched hers, and again she smiled on him, and again her beautiful eyes met his. "Thank you very much, Mr. Burns," she said with her pretty, high-bred bow "Good afternoon."

A few moments and she was out of sight, and Jack walked back into the shop. His first thought was one of thankfulness that she had said nothing of paying him. He had a standing account' with her father, but he resolved that this job should never be entered on his book.

After that day, Jack's shop was a haunted place to him. Maud's image seemed always to be lurking in its shadows, or dancing in its sunshine. Every object in it that she had looked at had a special interest, every place where she had stepped was sacred.

One day, in going to an obscure corner for a bit of iron he discovered in the dust on the ground, a tiny foot-print. Small, slender, with a sharply defined heel, he felt sure it was Maud's and fell into an ectasy of delight over it. Literally he "worshipped the ground she walked on." He put up a barrier of old iron about the sacred spot, and when, a week later, an idle boy,shambling about the shop, pulled away the barrier and obliterated the mark with his clumsy feet, Jack flew at him and hustled him out with such wrath as utterly dismayed the unwitting iconoclast.

The days slipped by the locusts began to sing with long, shrill cries a golden-rod showed its yellow blooms here and there. It was August, and Maud was gone away. For some time after the shoeing of the mare, Maud, when she passed the shop, gave Jack a little, friendly bow., and thus filled his life with blissful hope. But he saw her less and less often, instead of riding out every day, it was only after intervals of weary watching that he caught sight of the divinity he adored, and then, when an unusually long time elapsed without his seeing her, Jack learned from the village gossip that she had gone to spend a month at Sea Cove, a watering place on the shore, fifty miles away.

While Jack still had the delight of seeingJier, he used often to fancy what it would be to have Maud gone, with never a hope of looking on her lovely face to brighten his life but terrible as the loss had appeared in anticipation, it was nothing compared, to the reality. When he woke in the morning it seemed of no use to rise to confront another weary day with no fair vision to brighten it the leaden hours dragged on darkly, for all the summer sunshine the tardy night brought only a wretched dream-haunted sleep.

In vain he tried to steady himself and find interest in his work. He could not ursue it with the old energy he found itnself going listlessly about his tasks the pain in his heart was an actual physical anguish.

At last, his hungry craving to see her again grew so strong that he began to plan all sorts of wild expeditions to Sea COve. To think of her there, surrounded, as he pictured her, by devoted admirers, fairly maddened him. He had, of course, no hope that she would even speak to him if he met her, but it almost seemed to him as if he should die if he did not see her again.

He was in this mood one night, sitting in the door of his shop, not working now as he formerly did, tut lost in a reveries of desponding passion when, Harry Scott came up the street. "Hello, Burns!" he called out. "How are you? Why, you're not working for a wonder!" he added as he drew nearer.

The fire in the forge had died away to a dull glow, the hammer lay idly across the anvil against which a broken tire rested. The moon was shining broadly, and by this light Scott looked more closely at his companion, who gave him a short, abstracted greeting. "What's the matter with.you, Burns?" he said. "Seems to me yon look rather down." "Oh, nothing," replied Jack, rousing himself with an effort. "I'm all right." "You don't look so, anyway," persisted Scott. "I think a change would do you good, and I've come to offer you one." "What Is it?" asked Jack, languidly. "You know what I said awhile back, about your running on the road with me. well, I've got a chance for yon. I've been transfered and want a fireman. Of course vou'd have to begin that way you couldn't ran an engine oil. but you'll soon learn

trust,

time, yon know." "I dont think I can go," replied Jack. "Thank you all the same, 8cott." "Oh, come now brace up, old man, and have some style about you!" said Scott impatiently. "It'll do yon a lot of good to come with me this is aa awfully stylish road I run on—by the way, it is a branch that goes to Sea Cove." "Sea Oove!" cried Jack, starting to fals feet in sudden excitement. "Of course go? Scott, you're brick! Fll go to-morrow.**

"Well!" ssid Scott^ gaiing at Jack in astonishment. "I never saw such a fellow as you are, Barns!

glad to ge«

you, anyway." Jack controlled himself in a moment, though the joyful anticipation tingled through all his veins, and gave a sudden warm glow to Ms heart. He proceeded to discuss calmly With Scott the preparations necessary for his new employment, the time when he must go, his wages, and all other details.

In anothor week Jack had left his shop in the care of an apprentice, and was running as a fireman on the Sea COve road. His presence was of immediate benefit to Scott. The engineer was very careless in his habits, and Jack prevented several troublesome mistakes. ScovA had never taken any pride in the appearence of the engine. Jack soon :aade No. 11 the tidiest machine on the road all the brass-work shining, and every part of the mechanism scrupulously clean. He had been always neat in his personal habits even when working in tne blacksmith's shop he had contrived to keep himself tidy, and now he soon bad the reputation of being the "daisy fireman" of the road.

Before he had been many days at his new labors, hesaw Maud. She was driving in a carriage with friends along a road that ran for a short distance parallel to the track and as his train flew by, he had for a few brief moments the delight of satisfying his eyes once again with looking at her. After that, from time to time, he caught glimpses of her at the station, where she came to meet friends or to bid them good-bye. She was nearly always attended by some admirer, of whom ho was bitterly jealous but as she stood on thd platform he had an opportunity to see her to better advantage than ever before. She was of ten without her hat, and in the delicate summer fabrics she wore she seemed more exquisitely lovely than in her heavy riding habit. Once she sat alone, waiting on a bench a few feet from his engine, and for some jnoments Jack had the passionate joy of gazing undisturbed on her loveliness—looking at the pure coloring of the beautiful face, at the dead gold of her hair, at the soft folds of the white dress that clothed her rounded form. He could see the shapely outlines of her arms through the embroidered sleeves, the snowy whiteness of her throat between the parted laces. How divinely fair she was in every detail of her figure and dress! As the signal was iven for the engine to pull out, and ack turned to shovel coal, he felt with a despairing pang what a hopeless contrast there was between his lot and hers. Of course she never saw him what high bred young lady ever glanced at the fireman on an engine?

One afternoon, when they were waiting at Sea Cove between morning and evening trips, word came over the wire that No. 11 was to run "wild cat" up the track to take the superintendent to the aid of a wrecked frieght train. On reaching the scene of the disaster, they found that not much damage was done but in, order to be sure that the wreck was cleared properly, the superintendent decided to wait for the up train, sending No. 11 back to Sea Cove to be in time for the evening trip.

The return trip was accomplished smoothly until a wood was reached that stretched for some distance back of the village. A carriage-drive intersected this, crossing the railroad at several points. Jack suggested to Scott that they had better run very slowly and sound the whistle frequently, as no train was now due and persons might be driving out. Jack had noticed, with considerable annoyance, that Scott, (who had been in the bar-room when the dispatch came) was a good deal under the 4nfluen.ee of his potations. However, as the engineer had always a great re spect for Jack's suggestions, he complied with them now, and the engine was thus running on slowly when to his delight and surprise, Jack beheld Maud standing On a woodland path close to the track. She wore a dark blue walking suit and seemed to be looking about her with a puzzled expression. "Scott!" cried Jack, in great excitement, "there is Miss Maitland? Let us stop and see if she wants anything."

Scott readily consented, and the en-

fady.came

fine to a halt just beside the young She looked up in evident surprise and recognized Jack at once. He pulled off his eap as he stepped to the door of the cab, and said: "You will excuse us, Miss Maitland. We stopped because we thought you might need something." 'I think I have lost my way," replied Maud, with her quick sweet smile "that is, of course I know that Sea Cove is in that direction," pointing with her parasol, "but I fancy I have walked farther than I first intended, and I do not know exactly which will be the shortest way home. I was thinking of taking the track when I heard the whistle."

A sudden thought came into Jack's head, and filled him with delight as he jumped down beside her. "L3t us take you back on the engine," he said. "It is all of five miles to Sea Cove, and we are going to run right down."

Maud hesitated a moment, and then said, with a gay little laugh: "I think 1 will. I am really quite tired. I thought I should like a stroll, but I do not fancy walking those five miles. It will be quite a new experience to ride on an engine. I have always wanted to try it."

Jack helped her into the cab, proud as any duke who ever received a queen at his palace. The tiny house was wonderfully neat, considering its close vicinity to coal and ashes. The brass of the en-

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ine shone in all its polished knobs, the was swept clean, the bench that Jack offered her for a seat was carefully brushed.

But Maud would not sit down: she preferred to look out toward the front, and experience, in all its excitement, the novel pleasure of the trip. "Shall I let her out?', whispered Scott a little of re engine

Jack nodded, and tbey sped away down the road smoothly ana swiftly. The wind rushed by them tossing the curls away from Maud's face, and the tress in the wood seemed to chase each other backward along the track. "Oh! this is delightful," cried Maud. "But, Mr. Burns, how came you here?" "I am learning to be an engineer," re-

Eere

lied Jack. "I think I shall get on faster than I ever should at the old shop." His earnest eyes regarded her in absorbed delight. In the narrow limits of the cab they were dose side by side. He perceived the fragrance of her dress: a stray tress brushed against bis cheek he forgot the difference in rank between them he forgot his sorrows, the past, the future, everything but that the woman he worshiped was beside him.

Scott busied himself about the engine their rate of speed increased—too much, Jack thought, they were hurrying over the short miles too quickly the brief dream of heaven would be over too soon. But Maud seemed to enjoy the rapid motion so much her eyes »parkled, the nick oolor mowed In her cheeks* a little or laughter testified to her pleasure: be could do nothing but wateh her with charmed gaze.

Presently Ssa Oove was In sight they were approaching a siding where some

freight cars stood. Jack never heeded this until there was a slight jar, and looking up, he saw in utter consternation that instead of continuing on the main track, the engine had run on to the siding where, motionless and within a stone 8 throw, stood a long line of trucks.

Scott had instantly siezed the reversing lever of the engine. With a face blanched with terror, "Good God! Burns!" he cried, "I forgot the switch. Jump, jamp, for your life!"

Even as Lie spoke he swung himself down, and, leaping away from the cab, stumbled to the ground in safety.

All this had occupied perhaps a second of time. Another second was the span of life to those who remained. Tney were rushing headlong on the inert mass before them. Jack knew that there was but one thing to do. With his dark eyes aglow with sudden resolution, and nis face white with the approaching death: he said hoarsely: "You must trust yourself to me it is your only hope."

Maud, pale to the lips, was only a helpless woman now, for the moment their positions were reversed, and Jack was the superior. There was no time for words, scarcely for an appealing glance. Ho grasped her in his strong arms, ever, at that supreme moment thrilling with a wild throb of delight as he felt the warm contact of her round young body, and caught her panting on his lips. Then he stepped backwards to the door of the cab, and, without turning sprang out. It was the only way to save her, and he knew it. They fell together 011 the gravel and stones, beside the road at the very instant when the engine hurled itself into the empty cars and crashed into a wild wreck.

Maud was so absolutely unhurt that, as when Jack's arms released her and she sprang up, she shook the dust from her dress and turned to her preserver with a smile.

Jack did not move he lay on his back on the bank, his fine athletic figure limp and nerveless, an awful pallor fast settled over his face.

With a cry of distress Maud knelt on the ground beside him.

4Oh,

Mr. Burns! Oh, what is the mat

ter? How are you hut?" He looked up at her helplessly, and then, though a spasm of pain convulsed his mouth, he faintly essayed a smile. "It was the only way," ne said "we could not both have been unhurt it is better it should be me." "But you have saved my life," cried Maud passionately. "You must be saved too!"

He did not answer her he seemed to have lost consciousness. Scott came running to the spot and bont over him with an awe-struck face. "Burns! Burns!" he groaned. "Is he so badly hurt?" "He is dreadfully injured," said Maud, making an effort to control her emotion. "He must have help at once go for a doctor as quickly as you can I will stay with him."

All her proud reserve was gone. As Scott hurried away, she gently lifted Jack's head, and with her dainty handkerchief strove to wipe the death dews from his brow.

The poor fellow opened his eyes and turned them, full of mortal agony, to hers. "It is no use,'' he whispered, "I think my back is broken. You see I cannot move. It will be over Hoon—this awful pain. I am going to dio. But perhaps it is better so.

They two were alone in the sweet silence of the summer evening, and Jack said as she bent lower to catch his words: "I love you so, Miss Maud! I loved you with all my soul!'' Passion for a moment triumphed over death, as it thrilled his voice to a stronger tone. "I never could have won you, I know," he added more faintly. "You will think of me kindly sometimes?" There were grasping spaces between his words now. "Indeed, indeed I shall!" sobbed Maud, "with the gratitude of a life."

He groped with his hand feebly, and Maud, divining his wishes, clasped it in her warm fingers. Then, moved by a rofound grief and pity, she pressed her ips to his forehead.

Once more Jack's eyes, which had closed, opened at that touch. "Thank you, Miss Maud," he faintly whispered "I loved you so! I—loved— you—so!'

That was all. He never spoke again. Perhaps it was better thus, as be had said: he loved her so! si

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Backlen's Arnica Salve.

The BestSalveintheworldforCuts,Bruises,

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Consumption Sorely Cured,

To the Editor ICUBU inform your readers that I have a

osltive remedy for the above named disease, its timely use thousands of hopeless cussea have been permanently cured. I shall b« glad to send two bottles of my remedy

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to any of your readers who nave consumption If they will send me their Express and P. O. address. Respectfully, T. A. WLOCUM, M. C. 181 Pearl St, New York.

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FOR PAIN.

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Rheumatism, Neuralgia, Sciatica, Lumbago, Backache, Headache, Toothache, Sore Throat, Swellings, Frostbites, Sprains, Bruises, Burns, Scalds.

IT CONQUERS PAIN.

AWARDS FOR BEST PAIN-CURE. New Zealand Exhibition—18S2—Gold Medal. Oilciittn Int. Exhibition—1688-4-Gold M«-«lul. Cincinnati Ind.Exhibitiou-'St-Silver Medal. OnllloniiR State Fair—1884—Gold Mudui. lAtulsville So. Expo»ition-1884-Gold Medal.

Sold by DrvQoitlt and Dealer* Everywhere.-. The Charles A. Vojjeler Co., Balto., Md

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Epps's Cocoa

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"By a thorough knowledge of the natural laws which govern the operations of dle tion and nutrition, and by a careful appln tlon of the line properties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr.!Epps has provided our breakfaM tables witn a delicately flavored beverage which may save us many heavy doctors' bills. It is by the judicious use of such articles of diet that a 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. W# may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with pure blood and

properly nourished frame."—{Civil Service Gazette. Made simply with boiling water or milk Sold only in half pound tins by grocers, labe led thus: JAM9C8 KPPS CO..

Homoeopathic Chemists, London, Kn«

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